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"I am a Swordsman: Disciplined, Stoic, Hardened."

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Word count: 5,400+

Synopsis: After trying a new compost and soil layer for his prized Marastina grapes, Dracule Mihawk found himself perplexed about a yellow coating over the shell of his harvested vintage. After taking a few moments to calculate its origins, a rapid wildfire of lust begins to consume his very being. Arriving at Kuraigana at the request of your boss to pass on a letter, you are surprised by what exactly you find within the cool wine cellar.

Themes: Mihawk x afab!reader, pollen, mdni, 18+, NSFW, smut, fluff, friends to lovers, multiple rounds, creampie, squirting, dubcon, prior friendship, first time together, cross guild mentioned

Notes: Massive shoutout to @mermaniaa, @loganwritesprobably, and @claryeverlarkf for pushing me on to complete this fic. Love you guys! Thank you for beta-ing for me, Logan!!

Beads of sweat dripped down his temple and pooled in the whiskered chin of the World’s Greatest Swordsman. His restraint and level-headed demeanor had started to shift the longer his endurance was tested. While completely accustomed to testing his strength of character, resolve, and resistance, that was usually regarding war and warfare, not… this.

While his knees were bowed to the sides, heels wedged beneath his knees on each opposing side, his glistening body was illuminated by the soft warmth of sparse candlelight on the floor surrounding him. With every inhale and exhale, Dracule Mihawk was grounding every molecule of his strength to fight giving in to the fury burning beneath his pants. 

Despite his better judgement, the marine hunter, turned warlord, turned recluse living out his days and carrying his title in Kuraigana had decided to change exports for mulch and fertilizer for his prized marastina grapes, into one proclaimed by many to aid grape production and growth. While the marastina grape made for a sweeter wine of less alcohol when pressed into wine, he wanted to spoil his little vine by giving it a more nutrient rich base. 

There was no change to his persons while handling the gravel, soil, and hessian bags of fertiliser. He was always careful when gardening, never quite knowing which elements of the earth were able to hurt his skin and cause illness or infection. Gloves, spades, shovels, picks, mattocks, and forks were always used with the utmost caution when rearranging the elements and caring for his small farm. Every instrument was thoroughly cleaned, boiled, and disinfected thereafter for the sake of his health and that of his garden. 

After squeezing, pressing, barrelling, and leaving the grapes on lees, for just a little longer than anticipated, Mihawk had done every preparation to the highest quality to brew his prized marastina into wine worth cellaring beneath his cobblestone castle. He had noticed the film along the exterior of the skins were more golden than that white wild yeast he was accustomed to. He had also partially noticed the small spores and gentle flower growth beneath the vines, ones that he had never recognised from any growth prior, but he marked it down in his mind as simply being the appropriate conditions for such a flower. 

That oversight was one he had come to regret.

The ache in his legs, back, and spine had long since been eclipsed by the throb in his pants growing steely, urgent, and angry at every hour he continued to ignore it. The need was overwhelming. Every tick of time that passed through the waves of lust consuming him grated against his every nerves. He refused to move the buckles and ties over his belt to relieve himself, electing to treat this as an exercise of restraint rather than to give into his own needs. 

“The toxins need to get out,” he muttered beneath his breath, “I just need to wait it out.” His honeyed eyes scrunched tightly and his shaken breath was imbued with a foreign desperation. With a few shaking and hastened breaths, Mihawk clenched his eyes tightly shut and deepened his furrowed brow as he concentrated. “I am a swordsman. Disciplined. Stoic. H-Hardened.” He grimaced at his stutter, chastising himself for the weakness found within his desperate tone. 

“I am a swordsman.”

The twitch of interest beneath his leather pants grew urgent, screaming for his attention with every second lost. He felt more of his sweat glistening and spinning from his tossled, glossy curls down his face and trailing the contours of his abdomen. 

“Disciplined.”

Mihawk’s heart jumped as the heat of his scorching swear began to trace his skin like an accusatory finger dancing past his nipples and down towards his navel. The furrow in his brow continued to contort in a severe strain of his concentration. The puffing and heaving of his chest became more manic at every moment. He clenched his fists so hard, the moon-shaped crevices forged by his blunt, manicured fingernails bore into the skin that his palms began to bleed. 

“Stoic.”

Mihawk growled as he spoke, feeling the warmth of his body he attempted to expell with water, cleansing agents, balms, and ointments continue to grow before he gave up and attempted to wait out the paralysis of his toxins. He understood his path now was risky, but he discerned that his training as a gardener and swordsman could push out that foreign chaos with his steely will alone. 

“Hard-…”

His lips curled around that word. ‘Hardened,’ he tried to speak the full syllables of its entirety, but halted as his cock now bellowed at full volume as it leaked and begged for a partner in his pants. The hunger could no longer be ignored; satiating the desire had now become paramount. Like a craving that only a specific flavor could compensate for, his cock continued to betray his resolve as precum trickled from his slit and pools at his balls. 

“Fuck.”

~

The journey to Kuraigana was taxing on your body, but you assumed the news you carried would encourage the lord of the land to house you with relative ease. With the disbarment of the warlords by the world government, your formerly disgraced boss had a plan he hatched inside Impel Down with the boisterous clown. 

Sir Crocodile had made you, his prized assistant, privy to the knowledge of the newly forged idea to form a list and finance bounties to those desiring to hunt deserving marines alongside pirates. It was your job to sell the idea to a former warlord you had come to know and respect from your days serving your boss in his shadow within the council chambers. 

‘A daring conversationalist,’ was how your boss described you, ‘One to speak their mind with ease and steer a heavy hand in a more correct attunement.’ Sir Crocodile had such flowery references and eloquent language surrounding the way you were able to ground him and the warlords when asked to state your opinion. Although not a warlord yourself, you had garnered the respect of many within the formation by being able to sway the weight in your boss's favor by your simple wording alone. Vice Admiral Tsuru had began to anticipate your arrival with a warm smile spared at your expense, a luxury many of the others had rarely been afforded. 

Which is precisely how you had been chosen to serve this purpose. 

Given the sensitivity of the information to relay onto his former associate, Sir Crocodile refused the regular channels of den den mushi, binary codex, and the soaring wings of the news coos. You were the only viable option, and you had attempted to contain your excitement to meet with lord Dracule Mihawk once more. 

The stoic swordsman was friendly enough with you. Although he tended to leave the marine council chambers with a quickened haste, you would always catch him at the docs as he waited to set sail with the tide. It was in those small moments, waiting side by side, where you found an unlikely friendship. Although nothing had ever occurred in these small moments with one another, there was this easiness in your rapport that had you thinking, in another life, with a small push, that you and this swordsman could have found some happiness with one another. 

Quickly swallowing down your small bloom of memories threatening to resurface, the gravelly sand crunched beneath your feet as you walked up towards the highkeep of Kuraigana containing the World’s Greatest Swordsman. With your note from the other former warlord folded carefully within your satchel, you focussed on the small shimmer of dull light protruding from the doorway closer to the cellar.

“Oh,” you exhale as your brows furrow at the flicker. For a moment, you take into consideration your surroundings. The vineyard harboring Mihawk’s coastal grapes appeared absent of fruit, the scent of sweet juice lingered on the sea air as you noticed a trickle of amber and crimson slowly weep out of the room the light is expanding within. “Harvest season,” you spoke to nobody in particular as you changed your direction towards the room, “I’m far better off going to his cellar than standing on that terrace until he returns to open his home to me.” 

After not too long, you were standing by the partially cracked door leading towards his cellar. The light within was far dimmer than the outside sunlight, leaving little to deduce what was occurring within aside from a shift of material and rough panting and an animalistic grunt that had your heart jump up to your throat. Choking briefly, you placed your satchel down and stooped to a low crouch to assess the danger. 

Slowly approaching from around the corner, what your eyes fell on was one that caused your eyes to broaden and lips fall agape. Falling off your guard and onto your knees, your mind could barely process what was immediately within your vision. 

Lord Dracule Mihawk, master of the sword and former warlord of the seas, was naked and hunched over and fisting his leaking cock as if it had personally offended him. You could barely make out the conversation he was holding beneath his breath while he continued to assault his cock in a variety of unique ways. From standing up, bracing his body with his left hand while fucking into his fist, to sitting in a chair and pumping along his length with his hands flying to his raven locks and pulling on its strands. 

The stoic swordsman appeared to have sweat, tears, and saliva pooling down his features and forging a feral sheen over his sightly features the longer his hard and heavy touch lingered. Gruff huffs and a lingering whisper flew over his palate and thrust into the air in synchrony to his cock disappearing into his fist. 

“W-Why can’t I finish?” He pleaded with himself, words catching in his throat as he uttered them, “I have done… I have done everything. Why won’t you j-just-?! hhah!” He sunk onto his knees in front of the chair and continued to roll his velvety skin over his shaft to reveal his blood-flushed tip weeping with desire, yet without any conclusion to his ministrations. “I… I need… I need…!”

“L-Lord Dracule Mihawk?” your trembling lips called out to your former associate. Unsure as to whether you should approach him as he was like this, you held your internal argument for longer than you deemed necessary to weigh up your options. As his tawny eyes snapped over towards your form down on your own knees, Mihawk’s lips curled around the edges of your name and cried out to you.

“What are you doing here? D-Do not see me like this-!” Mihawk protested, attempting to shy himself away from you while maintaining contact against his cock, “I-It is uncivilised. I-I am exposed and… I need… I need-...” He gazed to the grapes, honing in on the yellow sheen of fine powder eclipsing the grape skins. He deduced what he was experiencing was an allergic reaction to the filmy substance, causing him to maintain this desire without an end to his torment. 

“...Lord Mihawk,” you attempted again, holding your hands defensively in front of your face and shielding your eyes from view, “You appear to be suffering, from what I do not know what. By your evident commentary, I would assume you had already attempted stopping the touch to stop the desire-?”

“-I cannot stop,” Mihawk cut you off harshly, both he and you flinching at how his words bounced off the cobblestone walls of his wine cellar, “Forgive me. It… It hurts to stop. More than I can bear. I know the longer I attempt this touch, the more finite my experience will be.” He huffed out a small groan, gazing down at his skin as his tip weeped with more predominant precum without the proper release he needed for satisfaction, “I had handled a new soil, and this… this festering b-breeding ground attached itself to my nasal cavity, and swelled my veins the longer I worked at the grapes.” 

Nodding along, you continued to grant the warlord privacy as he tended to himself, finding yourself distracted by the sounds of him attempting to continue to rut into his hand. The slaps of him fisting his steely skin, the groans, huffs, and whimpers fleeing from his lips, the restraint you could tangibly feel rolling off of his body: you would be lying if you said it didn’t affect you. 

“I… I could never… I could never ask-... f-fuck-... But I… It…” Mihawk attempted to get the words out of him as they formed within his mind, “The reason, I-... I assume I am unable to… release… Is due to the fact the spores need to spread with the body of another. While… While I am able to hold a conversation regarding the hypothesis surrounding plant-life and the cycle of pollinated spores at a later date, I…” Mihawk’s voice trembled as his mask began to slip, “…Please know that it is taking every far reach of my restraint to not fuck you into the ground like some wild animal.”

The confession Mihawk produced sent a cruel throb through your body, your cunt beneath your undergarments clenching at his voice catching and rolling over his tongue like mercury on stone. Your lips flew momentarily agape and gulping at air as you removed your hands from their defensive position. Slowly moving your eyes to the floor in front of you, you kept your breathing steady while you hardened your resolve. 

“You and I have known one another for many years, Mihawk,” you dropped all formalities and removed your travelling coat from your shoulders and discarded it to the side, “And I had volunteered to attend this mission and travel alone to visit you because I consider the two of us to be friends, am I correct in that assumption?” 

“You are.”

“Then we can both agree that I care enough for my friend to not want to see him suffering like this,” you suggest, removing your shirt and peeling off your bottoms, rising to your feet in the process to step out of the material. Revealing your flesh to the warlord, you took a few steps towards his cowering form and slowly extended your hand out to obtain his unused hand. You refused to look down at the motion pistoning within his lap. “Two friends, one helping out another as I would should you had been bitten by a venomous creature and needing an extraction.”

“What… What are you suggesting?” Mihawk whispered, his honeyed gaze darting between your eyes and towards your hand, “That you would offer yourself to me if I would ask it of you?”

“What I am suggesting is,” you reached forward and collected his whiskered chin within the cup of your palm and thumbed over his bottom lip, “From one friend to another, you need not ask for something I’m willing to give you freely and without motive.” Your hand coaxed him forward as you stooped, your lips smiling gracefully at him as you recalled his earlier words, “So, Dracule Mihawk, show me what it looks like when you no longer restrain yourself and fuck me into the ground like some wild animal.”

You were unsure what occurred first in a flurry of heavy motion. In one moment, you were standing before the swordsman as he gazed up at you with all of the hope of a man starving and offered bread and water, the next, you were hoisted unceremoniously into the air and slammed against the workbench with the wood digging into your hips and chest pressed against the grainy surface. Before you had an opportunity to protest, you felt the swordsman’s leaking and weeping cock begin to puncture your entrance and slide within you as if you were made for one another. Mihawk groaned as he felt your walls shudder around his girth to accommodate him, all while your lips whimpered out at the hard intrusion.

“I… am usually a-... f-f-fuck-...” Mihawk growled as he removed his hips from pressing against your ass, only to circle forward once more, “...far more intimate lover than this. Careful. Plenty of-... of-... fuck!” He could barely string together a cohesive sentence as he finally gave into his desires and fucked you against the counter. His nose began to snort out exhales as a beast would sprint towards a victory in a timed race, all the while his cruel and eager thrusting never let up.

The stretch of your pussy molding to his shape never gave you discomfort, especially with how much his motions earlier made you drip with anticipation with his cock in his hand. You felt it was almost wrong how much your body craved him, but judging by how truly hard he was railing you against his workbench, you deduced the feeling was mutual. 

Regardless as to whether he had pollen in his system or not, Mihawk couldn’t shake the thought of how your ass rippled with his every in-thrust. He had watched over you, watched after you, and simply kept an eye on you at the World Government Headquarters. Friends, he called it, two friends enjoying one another’s company. He had wanted to take you on several outings, but knew your duties were truly to the Crocodile, and he would have to jump through several hoops and unravel an entanglement of red tape for the simple opportunity for a cup of coffee or a glass of wine. 

Yet here you were, soaking while your walls continued to crush his steely desire with every motion of his hips meeting with yours. The squelching and clapping of your bodies meeting imprinted into the cellar walls, alongside the symphony of your smaller squeaks and his heavy groans. Mihawk found his hands moving down towards your lower back, and one circling around your front. Mihawk’s index finger quickly found your pert bud dancing at the top of your pussy, immediately beginning to assault your clit with a variety of manic motions. 

“Mihawk!” you cried as your body constricted and convulsed against the slate of wood, “Y-You’re gonna make me-!”

“-Fuck!” Mihawk cried out as his body began to flood yours with his viscous ecstasy. His hips staggered, but continued to hold that heavy rhythm while coils of his infinite release splashed against your cervix and outside of your pussy to dribble onto the floor. Your own body felt as if it was shot with lightning, your hair follicles rising as your legs shook in pure, unbridled bliss while he continued to ride out his high within your body. 

Mihawk flopped forward against your back, burying his face in the crook of your neck and catching his breath. Your lips flew agape while you attempted to find a foothold on your own breathing. You took a moment to recall if any lover prior had managed to make you scream that quickly and intensely in all your time sailing and working the Blues, and drawing up a blank. 

Before you had the chance to smile up at Mihawk by turning around to face him, you felt his cock again begin to twitch inside you, remaining as hard as it first was. Your eyes flew wide as he began to slowly roll his hips against your own. 

“It… Took the edge off, darling,” Mihawk confessed, thrusting his cock shallowly within your cunt and using your mixture of juices to reach a deeper place inside you, “But I believe we are… far from out of the thick of it, yet.” Your eyes continued to hold their position on the wall before you, uttering out a small squeak as you felt your body raised effortlessly into the air. With the swordsman’s forearms hooking beneath your thighs, your back was pressed against his bare chest and his breath was hot in your ears. 

“If you would be so kind as to continue to allow me permission to use you,” Mihawk purred smoothly, “As one friend would another in this extreme set of circumstances,” he raised you above his cock, before thrusting his hips and tugging you down into him in one heavy motion, “I promise it will be as fulfilling to you as it is satisfactory to me.” You felt yourself drop as nimble as a ragdoll in the hands of a rough player, your body rising and falling in several heavy and hard thrusts downwards while Mihawk rut his cock up into you.

“M-Mihawk!” you cried out, your mind going blank while pleasure coasted through your sensitive body. Your nipples peaked in the cool cellar air while Mihawk’s warm chest heated up your body and fuelled your desire. 

“Should you ask me to stop, I will stop,” Mihawk whispered, trying his best to hold off on another wave of his own euphoria to spill itself within you, “All you need to do is tell me.” 

“D-Don’t you dare stop!” you struggled to spurt out. Feeling your limp body used as a channel of his lust, you had your own edge begin to rise up in the pit of your belly. Mihawk was successfully fucking you directly from the tail end of one release into the next with the skill of the worlds greatest master of bodily arts. You felt the pit of your stomach begin to contract and expand with the flutter of a butterfly’s wing while your toes curled in euphoria. 

Mihawk huffed out with every grip of your pussy dragging over his shaft, his own release not far off. The pollen within his every nerve ending continued to swell his need. But only now, with your body joined with his, did he ever find a relief in his release. He marvelled at how beautiful you were, how willing you were to take him like this, and how beautiful you were when you cried out for him. Even without the pollen, he would want to make you cry out the way your whimpers and moans joined his own while growing higher in intensity. 

“Mihawk, I’m gonna cum again! Please don’t stop!” you desperately called out for him, immediately causing his eyes to widen and own oblivion beginning to shatter. Your body began milking him while desperately releasing a splash of your own release onto the floorboards beneath you. Your juices flooded from your core as Mihawk fucked his own inside you with every heavy thrust forward. 

He ground your cunt against his cock, spearing you with it as he fucked you through another heavy rapture this side of the heavens. Your pussy contracted and convulsed around him, and he anchored you through those wiggles as he unravelled thick and heavy ropes of his own release inside you. He called your name as if it was the most beautiful song to ever grace the seas, all while his lips found the nape of your neck and pressed a hard and heavy kiss into your sweat-glistening skin. 

The swell of the pollen within his system had finally begun to teeter off. No longer feeling bound by the feral urge to home his body within your own with the added emphasis of an aphrodisiac, he felt his senses return to him and his compassion for you, as his friend, take over his next actions. 

Mihawk lowered you onto the floor, carefully placing you onto your back within the expanding sheet of his discarded greatcloak. You panted to catch your breath, almost crying out with how much bliss he had stolen and hidden into your body. The swordsman lowered himself down between your legs and braced himself above your smaller form. Slowly caressing your cheek, he found his mind ticking as to what brought you to his shores in the first place, only to rescind that thought at the sight of your blissed-out expression.

“Looks like you had a question on those lips, swordsman,” you uttered softly and carefully while collecting yourself. Your entire body felt as if it was spent and used to its capacity, hoping the systemic aphrodisiac - or something of the like according to the man above you - had run it’s course. “Do I need to read your mind, or are you going to ask me what you- ah!” 

Mihawk slipped his cock back inside you, stealing your words from your lips as you continued to gaze up at him through half-hooded lashes. The swordsman gave you a narrowed look, only before softening his motions and slowly rolling his hips forward against yours. Of the two other times Mihawk had released inside you, he felt the swell of the pollen truly being at the forefront of his desires. This time, this time, he elected to chase his untethered desire, his adoration for you, of his own volition. 

“Well, darling?” Mihawk asked you with a warmth to his tone, teasing out its edges, “Are you going to tell me the answer to the question you’re claiming to see within my mind’s eye?” His cock slowly raked against your walls, shallowly thrusting inside you while you melted against the fabric of his jacket. 

“S-Sir Crocodile sent me here, as I said before, Mihawk,” you chuckled, fluttering your eyes shut and leaning into his touch, “Baring a ledger drafted by himself and another acquaintance you had made yourself known to. He is forming an alliance, and he-... we…” you added, fluttering open your eyes and peering up at him, “...Were hoping you would be so kind as to join us in our endeavors.” 

“And what would it entail, friend?” Mihawk blinked his thick, heavy eyelashes down at you, taking you in and checking over your words for any mistruth found within your candor. Finding none, he granted you a soft and intimate smile reserved for only those he truly enjoyed the company of. You had seen this smile once directed towards you at the sandy shores and harbour of the World Government headquarters, but only noticed now just how truly beautiful Dracule Mihawk was at this proximity.

“Doing what you once did so very well, marine hunter,” you match his smile, drawing your hands over his chest and beneath his arms, coaxing him closer to you within your warm embrace. He hovered his lips over yours, waiting for you to conclude your sentence before he ever dreamed about placing his kiss upon your lips. 

“Hunting Marines.”

“Hunting Marines,” he repeated your words back at you, continuing to draw out his and your delayed euphoria while holding you a breath away, “For what purpose, darling? Simple sport?” He held the casual conversation while his cock continued to disappear inside you at an easy rhythm. Softer than he had been earlier, almost apologetic in his actions while clawing out your bliss as simple as pulling weeds from a prized garden. 

“Refuting the rise in bounties for pirates,” your voice shook as pleasure crawled from your toes, up your legs and towards the pit of your belly, “Restore-... fuck-... Restoring balance to the world, one marine head at a time.” To find a proper perch against the swordsman, your feet interlocked behind his back and dug your heels against his ass. Your hands moved from his back to collect his neck within your hooped grasp. His lips were so close to yours, you could almost taste his kiss against your skin. 

“And your boss is to be that benefactor, I presume?” he whispered against your lips, moving his hands to circle your waist and draw a heftier pace against your body beneath his, “Considering he is inviting me to-... to-... shit.” Mihawk found himself lost in the feeling of your body, finally giving into this feeling and throwing aside the mask of professionalism. His eyes fluttered shut while you gripped onto his body in every sense of the word: arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and pussy around his cock while glistening in the prior rounds you both expelled. 

“Sir Crocodile will be funding the…” You found equal difficulty in locating your words the longer he hit that one spot inside you. Although this pace was not as fast as the ones prior, Mihawk continued to slowly draw out that final snap of a softer, more intimate wave of ecstasy within your soul. “Seas, Mihawk. Right there, please!” You grasped him more firmly, encouraging him to continue to hold that motion within your core while rolling his hips against your body, “Please, please, please.” 

“I can feel you, darling. You just hold on and let me do as I promised,” Mihawk reassured you, nuzzling his nose against yours and harboring his breath to rise and fall with your own, “Fucking you into the ground, sans the wild animal this time. You deserve better than a beast for what you h-have endured.” With a few curt groans cutting off before they reached their full symphony, Mihawk finally collected your lips with his just as he felt you clench down hard on his cock. 

A strangled cry fled your lips while you felt the bristles of Mihawk’s chin softly scrape against your skin. Your body rushed with the flood of softness, this climax lesser in intensity, yet more emotional and intimate as the others. The rush of his own release sowed itself within your walls and reaped out your euphoric harvest as he would plant and uproot his prized vintage. Every wave of his cum spurting out against your walls and splashing back outside of your pussy was matched with an even conjunction of scorching and rich kisses. 

Mihawk’s lips felt like home after a lifetime of travels, akin to the first apple produced by an ancient orchard maintained by a family of farmers. He tasted like a memory repressed and forgotten, only to resurface to bring comfort at the bite of winter’s chill. Mihawk’s kiss was both hot and as cold as iron falling in snow, yet the warmth is what remained behind. 

The both of you rode through this lesser wave, stilling in hips only, as your lips continued to bind together in an intensity almost as if you had not gorged yourself on the lust of your bodies moments prior. Mihawk groaned against your lips, slowly expelling his length from your entrance, followed by a sticky residue of his release stuck to your core and his tip. He hummed, sucking in a gasp that fled from your lips while rolling you both onto your sides, all while never breaking the sultry waves of his kiss lingering with your own. 

As you both finally pulled away from the kiss, your first glance was to peer at Mihawk’s bruised lips as he panted heavily out with his eyes fluttering closed. You drew your hand to his cheek, feeling the flush skin with your palm and smiling as softly as you could manage at him. 

“Do you feel as if it has finally come to pass?” you asked him with an uncertainty in your tone, “Or are you simply taking a rest before a fresh wave of whatever you contracted rises again?” With a soft smile, Mihawk tilted his head into your palm and pressed a kiss into your flesh. Each motion was soft, slow, but not as subtle as the stoic swordsman you had come to know. His expressions were intimate, and this felt breaching far more than the edge of simple friendship between you. 

“That last time was all me, darling,” Mihawk confessed into your palm before nudging it away with his whiskered chin, “And any time to come thereafter will also be simply that. All me.” He successfully nudged your hand down to place against his shoulder and maneuvered himself closer to you, “But, while we have a few moments to recover before I feel we are ready enough to brave another round, and the several to follow thereafter,” he brushed his nose against your own, a motion that was sweet enough to cause your heart to jump up into your throat and hold your body hostage to his words, “What are you, the reptilian benefactor, and this other unnamed associate calling yourselves, should I care to join you?” 

Mihawk pressed a softer, sweeter, and more delicate kiss against your lips, reassuring you that he had every intention of joining you with his actions rather than utilizing his words. You smiled against his lips before pulling away from the kiss and gracing him with your answer. 

“We are open to suggestions,” you admitted coyly before scrunching up your nose and smirking up at him, “But we have been using ‘The Cross Guild’.” 

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[lxvvie]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRKWqPfe/ okay but I saw this and thought of you bc 😂😭🙈 imagine doing this with the guys. I always love your fun headcanons based off these funny/cute tiktoks and so I wanted to send it. (also if you do wind up doing it, idk if you’d ever be willing/would write for Makarov but I’d be curious to know your take)

I feel like someone would drop unconscious upon the reveal (I hate how the video doesn’t show it) and I just know some would be pissed you didn’t tell them earlier because they’d be worried about the baby’s health and wishing they could’ve been in touch and getting updates (let’s pretend you documented everything just for the surprise) *cough* Simon *cough* I feel like Price would swoon. Gaz would wonder if there’s not twins or triplets 😭🙈 Johnny would go feral probably just spinning in circles with his heads in his hands as he paces trying to process.

Surprisingly, I think Simon would be the one to pass out. Or, at the very least, get catatonic lmao. It was supposed to be a surprise for him but you were so excited to see your Si-bear that you jumped into his arms, big belly for all the world to see. Including him.

Let Soap tell it, he had a dream about starting a family while he was gone, and seeing your belly is all the confirmation he needed.

Gaz is just... our baby gets emotional on us. Holds your belly with so much love.

Price plays it cool but is flipping shit internally because WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL HIM!?!?!?!?

Alejandro is the one who has surprise twins. Hell, he shouldn't be surprised because y'all stay getting it in and having kids lmao.

Rudy just turns beet red.

[amaranthinespirit]

please PLEASE Can you write reader ovulating with Simon Riley, his dick would hurt by the end.

what happens to simon riley when you're ovulating (his dick would fall off if it were me tbh)

your sex life with simon is already active as is, so the moment you start ovulating, he's in trouble. serious trouble. you can barely keep yourself off of him. everything he does sends a throbbing want to your pussy.

manspreading? you're already on top of him, tugging his jeans down just enough to ride his heavy cock. his big hands find purchase on your hips, grunting lowly.

"fuckin' eager, huh?" he's only half hard by the time you're bouncing on him, and you don't get off until either of you can't speak, and you've ruined yet another pair of his jeans from the amount of slick and cum that stains the fabric.

rolling up his sleeves, seeing the way his forearms and veins flex? you're begging him to finger you, and he gladly listens.

"need me t'fuckin' fill ya full, don't ya?" bent over whatever surface of your house, stuffed full of his fingers knuckle deep as your walls clench around him. one orgasm isn't enough, two, three, four, five until you're babbling incoherently and spraying the front of his shirt with your release.

the thing men do when they reverse, placing one hand behind the passenger seat? belt, GONE. you make hasty work of his jeans just so you can suck his dick as he drives—bonus points if he's still reversing. half-way laid across the center console with a face-full of his throbbing cock, already leaking pre. he's a mess, whimpers spilling from his lips as he bites down on the plush flesh. he's pulling your panties to the side, burying three fingers deep in your cunt with ease at the sheer wetness of your pussy.

him, reading with glasses? you bet he isn't taking his eyes off a single page as he ruts into you from behind, book laid across your back slick with sweat. he might be a little mean, make you fuck yourself back on his dick, balls slightly slapping your clit enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. get a drop of cum on his book, and he'll punish you.

getting passionate about his interests? fuck in missionary so he can continue yapping as he toys with your clit and pounds into your throbbing cunt. his words are long lost on you—you don't even notice when his words start getting condescending.

"always gettin' in m'pants..." he grunts, the sound of skin slapping and mindless whimpers and mewls fill the room, "fuckin' slut, you tryin' to get pregnant? want me t'fill you? dirty whore..."

by the end of your ovulation phase, you might've definitely gotten knocked up, and his dick is no longer with us. (he still has his hands and face, ladies...)

[rawme-price]

Virgin!ghost who has a huge dick and you are NOT letting him in you without some practice, right?

So you let him fuck ur thighs, as a little introduction, and thank god you did. Just the touch of ur lips running along the top of cock has him losing control. Mouthing at ur neck with harsh pants, bucking against you desperately. Hes gripping ur hips bruisingly, hes rambling, face flushed in embarrassment of how desperate he is "fuck- sorry love- you feel so good, youre so good for me- please-" all while you coo at him, reassure that hes doing perfect for you, mentally drooling at the thought of getting him properly trained to fuck you.

Anyways ur thighs and cunt are covered in cum bc hes a mess and wants to go until hes shooting blanks lol.

[catcze]

cw. size kink. unedited horny rambling. kind of possessive sex ( in the way that Sylus wants to be possessed by you lol ). afab reader but no prns used.

The weight of Sylus’ cock being so heavy that, when he pushes into you from behind, you gasp, whole body trembling from his size, from the stretch, that your arms give and you land on your front, moaning and whimpering and sniffling into the sheets as he continues to sink inch after devastating inch into you. So slow that the way he fills you up feels final— like there’s no one else in the whole universe who can fill you the way he can.

And Sylus, who gasps when you fall to your front, jaw clenching and fighting to not let his hands tighten too terribly on your hips ( gentle— he has to be gentle. He's so much bigger than you, his hand is so big when it rests on your skin ) but it’s a losing battle because this new angle has him sinking even deeper into you, somehow fitting each and every inch that he has to give into your tight wet cunt. The sounds that come from where he sinks into you are filthy. Wet. Obscene in every meaning of the word, especially when paired with your mewls and moans, but to Sylus it is a symphony that no music can ever hope to compare to.

And when he manages to finally hilt into you —each inch fitting, somehow, with his hips snug against yours and his weight braced against your hips and thighs and his heavy balls pressing against your pussy— a deep, ragged groan is pulled from his throat. His hand drifts to your lower belly, just a few inches under your belly button, not even sure what he’s looking for at first—

Not until he finds it. The bump that’s there, that makes you gasp and shiver and gush around him when he prods at it.

That’s him— that’s the proof that you had taken every inch he had to give. That he is undoubtedly yours.

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝗷𝗷𝗸 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 + 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀❞

a/n: i'm going insane guys anyway love u all mwah <333333 afab body but no gendered language btw!

part two.

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. *. ⋆ GOJO SATORU

▸ creampies. please just let this man cum inside of you omg he'll go insane. seeing the way his release leaks out of you afterward has him ready for another round almost immediately.

▸ dacryphilia. "you crying'?" says it all right there. he'll coo, a bit mocking, and wipe at the tears running down your cheeks.

▸ size difference. he's so big compared to you. his height, his hands, his dick. he gets off on it so hard seeing you have to look up at him :(

▸ praise (giving + receiving). he'll charm your panties off if you really want, just make sure to let him know how good he's fucking you, too.

▸ overstimulation. hand in hand with dacryphilia. he's not done with you until he's shooting blanks and you're a weeping mess below him.

▸ breeding. listen.. he needs an heir for the gojo clan. he'll fuck you into the mattress for hours on end- he just wants to make sure his baby takes, that's all.

▸ orgasm denial. he's a cocky man, and he knows it. he loves the exhilaration he gets controlling your orgasm, making you beg for it before he gives you any satisfaction.

▸ pussy/thigh/boob jobs. he wants to put good use to all of your body.

. *. ⋆ GETO SUGURU

▸ choking. the feeling of you swallowing as his large hands cusp at your neck is like a drug to him.

▸ begging. seeing you so compliant under him as you plead and cry for his touch... those pretty little eyes and wobbling lip. it's mean, he knows that. he just couldn't care less.

▸ sense deprivation. tying you up and blindfolding you, giving him all that power? he goes crazy for it.

▸ degradation. you wanna be fucked like a slut, he's gonna treat you like one.

▸ edging. when he's feeling really mean, he'll edge you for hours. until you're shaking and whining and the only word you can get out is a broken moan of his name.

▸ impact play. he loves waking up and seeing the red imprint of his hand on your ass oh my godddd don't get him started.

▸ hair pulling (receiving). he wants you to tug at his hair, card your fingers through it, pull it as you're riding his face!!!

▸ sadism. pretty much hand in hand with everything above. he's such a mean boyfriend but he knows how much you love it.

. *. ⋆ CHOSO KAMO

▸ biting. your shoulders, neck, and thighs are full of his teeth marks, almost perpetually. and of course he's not gonna complain if you leave a few bites, too.

▸ begging. show him how much you want him, how badly you need him, and he'll fuck you as much as you want. you just gotta put in a little work first.

▸ worship (giving + receiving). seriously this man worships the ground you walk on from the moment you wake up to the second you fall asleep. he just asks you worship his cock the same

▸ overstimulation. he's fuckin you until his legs are giving out from under him and you're nothing but a fucked out, drooling mess being pressed into the bed.

▸ blood play. i mean... i think this is a given.. will purposefully bite down too hard just to lick the blood clean as an apology.

▸ orgasm denial. he knows once you cum, it's over, and he just wants to stay sat in your pretty pussy a little bit longer- you understand that, right?

▸ somnophilia. his favorite breakfast is in between your thighs. besides, you don't think there's any better way to wake up, anyway.

▸ voyeurism. pleaseeee pleaseee pleaseee let him watch you masturbate it's all he needs in this world !!!!!

. *. ⋆ SUKUNA RYOMEN

▸ anal. he needs to claim every hole your body has to offer. plus true form sukuna is a slut for his double penetration just saying

▸ choking. hearing your choked gasps as he squeezes your throat could make him cum on the damn spot. watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as each second passes on.

▸ exhibitionism. no, he doesn't care that there are other curses around and no, he doesn't care if they can see. you're his, and he'll fuck you anywhere he wants to.

▸ extreme bondage. watching your poor, writhing little human body tug at your restraints uselessly is something he'll never get tired of.

▸ collaring. he'll even get his name custom engraved, just so everyone who looks at you know exactly who you belong to.

▸ degradation. he's a mean thing, but you seem to enjoy that for some reason. he savors in the way you clench around him every time he calls you a whore.

▸ edging. you're not allowed to cum until he's says so, and anything before that? you're in for one hell of a night.

▸ predator/prey. let him chase you through the woods as foreplay. he'll inevitably catch up, of course, but seeing you attempt to get away is so cute to him. especially when he's had enough of the teasing and is pinning you against the nearest tree.

[tojisun]

i feel like simon loses it when you murmur, “like this?” every time you ride him.

it’s not even the first time that you’ve ridden him—and he sure as hell would make sure that it wouldn’t be the last—but there’s always something so sweet at the shy curl of your question, your watery eyes peering up at him like simon isn’t ravenous for every inch of you; your scent, your taste, your touch—he’s hungry for everything that you are.

so when you ask him—

like this? timid and achingly soft;

like this? heart stutteringly quiet and meek;

like this? overwhelmingly intoxicating—

simon buckles and wraps his arms around you because, “yeah,” simon replies, voice rumbling in a ragged rasp. “jus’ like that, love.”

his cock twitches, pulsing, and he has to bite down at the inside of his lip to stop himself from reaching his euphoria. it’s too soon, almost embarrassingly so, but he can’t help himself. it’s like your meek question is a trigger for him, unravelling his body until he feels like he is left as mere threads of his ecstasy, stroked to its tipping completion.

yeah, simon repeats to himself, his thick hands planted on the fat of your ass, squeezing greedily, before hoisting you up to feel the delicious press of your walls drag along his cock. it is such an enveloping warmth; all feverish and soft.

how could you even ask him anything like he isn’t being unmade?

you hiccup, breathy and hitching, as you curl close to him. simon chuckles.

“that’s right,” he says, fucking you back down his length. “s’good, huh?”

all he gets is that familiar thrum of your muffled hum, and simon coos because he knows he’s hit that threshold that renders you nonverbal.

see? such a sweetheart for him.

[earlgreylatte]

Hello, You

(Invincible Variants x Reader) Of course he would come to see you. You’re the reason he’s here, after all.

After hearing the news to stay inside as the attack of Invincible copycats decimated cities across the globe, you hid under your blanket, the light from your phone illuminating your face as you watched the broadcast for any sign of your Mark.

You could only hope that he was alright, that he wasn’t blaming himself, that he knew you were waiting for him to come back safe. He already has enough problems as is.

Your distress is momentarily tempered when you hear your window slide open and your floorboards creek. When you don’t hear Mark immediately greet you or tease you for being bundled up, any concern you felt for Mark becomes overshadowed by fear for yourself as you hear footsteps near your prone form.

You can only tremble, clutching your blanket close to your body until the room goes silent. You shakily exhale, becoming confused when another quiet beat passes. When your breath returns to normal, the blanket is ripped off of you, eliciting a scared yelp.

For a moment you only stare in confusion at the sight of your boyfriend’s estranged father before realizing it’s not Nolan Grayson that stands before you, but Mark clad in a costume similar to his father’s. His face is impassive, mouth a firm line, so unlike the expressive nature of your Mark.

He calls your name. Quietly, yet there was something heavy in his tone. Something you could almost delude yourself into thinking was longing.

His hand brushes against your cheek, moving down your face before resting on your shoulder, a finger pressed against your pulse.

“You sound healthy,” he comments, deceptively neutral in his delivery, but even behind his goggles, you could feel his gaze burning into your face, “In my world, you had cancer. By the time the Viltrumites reinforcements had arrived, it was too late. All that talk about life changing technology and medicine, but it ended up being utterly useless to me.”

Your breath hitches, but he continues, “But here there’s a me that rebelled and an you that never got sick. That got to live past high school. That’s just the way it goes, I suppose.”

His hand travels lower, brushing past your collarbone before resting on your breast, your heart hammering beneath his palm.

“Do you know why I came here?” He wonders, his free hand planting itself on your bed, as he moves his body to hover above yours until the only thing you can see is him.

“No,” you whisper, staring into black lenses.

“Because even after all these years, the only heart I wish to know, to hold, and to cherish is yours. I was willing to play human for you, to tolerate the presence of the idiots that breathed the same air as us, but then they all had the audacity to outlive you. And I can’t move on. So the selfish man that I am, I’m here to take you. To have you by my side again, no matter how much blood I have to spill,” He declares before pressing his lips against yours, muffling your gasp and cries, gripping your wrist when you try to shove at him.

He only pulls away when you start to feel lighthearted, looking down at you as you struggle to catch your breath.

“You can cry and protest all you want. You loved me once, you can do it again,” he asserts, bring your wrist to his mouth, leaving a kiss against your pulse point. “This world was doomed the moment your Mark decided to rebel. I won’t let you die because of his delusions.”

“…I’m not her,” you speak up. “I don’t know you, not really.”

“I know,” he responds, “but every inch of my body is crying out to you, and I’d rather kill everyone on this planet before I let you go again.”

He releases your wrist, instead sliding both hands under your shirt, gloved hands savouring the feel of your skin, your warmth seeping through the fabric.

“…you’re shaking,” he notes, throwing a glance at your discarded blanket on the ground, “I’m sorry, I’ll warm you up. I promise.”

“Mark,” you say, out of instinct more than anything else, your mind coming to a blank.

“Shh,” he hushes you, voice gentle but firm, “Let me take care of you. Like I always do.”

A part of you is relieved that he hasn’t taken off his cowl because you knew you’d crumble under the emotion that would undoubtedly be in his eyes. The same eyes that always held so much love and adoration towards you.

His lips press against yours again, more demanding and heated, as hands travel higher and higher until—

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one that thought to come here,” an amused but familiar voice drawls out, the Mark on top of you pulling away, body covering yours protectively.

Another Invincible sat at your window ledge, black and yellow costume starkly contrasting the rest of your room. He smiles at you when you peak around Mark’s arm.

“Honestly, you were acting so high and mighty earlier, but you’re pretty desperate, huh?” He mocks as the other Mark’s face becomes stonier. “But, really, you should fuck off somewhere else because that’s my girl you’re feeling up right now.”

Before he can respond, another voice interrupts him as you notice yet another Mark, floating behind the one at your window.

“Fucking seriously? How did you even get here before me? I bet you halfassed your locations,” The Mark with a mohawk that has you raising your eyebrow complains, “I literally called dibs on this one! Find someone else!”

Feeling the tension build up, you only hope that Mark checks in and saves you from the bullshit you’re witnessing as they begin to snarl and yap at each other like feral dogs.

Why me, you lament.

Shiesty Mark: hey, babe, it’s Big Dick Friday—why the fuck are you all here??

Why is there no Omni Mark content, he and that shiesty mark were my favourite…

I feel like omni mark is the definition of ‘quite literally hates everyone but you’

Masterlist

[fanaticsnail]

Don't Run

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 4,600+

Synopsis: In one moment, you were standing beside your boss and enjoying the silence between you as you worked. In an instant, the dynamic shifted: you became the hunted as opposed to the hunter. When you ducked towards the ground, shifting your eyes and tilting your head to read the tracks left by your target, Rob Lucci was hit by a wave he had long since prayed he had repressed. Instinct.

Themes: Rob Lucci x afab!reader, NSFW, 18+, smut, MDNI, primal play, no prior relationship, dub con, half-shifting, monster loving, zoan tendencies, Lucci has hit his season, knotting, slight yandere, hunting, a little out of character for Lucci as a monster, Lucci in rutt, workplace rivals to lovers, chasing, claiming, use of the word 'mate'.

Notes: I wanted to do something for Lucci that leaned a little more into the monster aspects of Zoans. I hope you enjoy!

Everything happened so fast. 

In one moment, you were standing beside your boss and enjoying the silence between you and him as you tracked a pirate for the celestial dragons. Feet falling in perfect synchrony, breaths silenced while your eyes both focussed, you found the trail you were searching for with relative ease. 

That silence was not to remain as such for long. In an instant, the dynamic shifted: you became the hunted as opposed to the hunter. When you ducked towards the ground, shifting your eyes and tilting your head to read the marks left on the ground, Rob Lucci was hit by a wave he had long since prayed he had repressed. As he took in the way your body arched and knelt low to the ground, he automatically undressed you with his eyes and saw himself claiming you as his Zoan alter. He couldn't fight it, it all coming to him as automatically as breathing or walking.

Instinct. 

Rob Lucci had earlier dismissed Hattori so the two of you could focus on using your keen eyes to search for any indication of your target, rather than your usual inclination to hand feed the bird dried corn kernels you traveled with. You were sweet amongst the sour faces he grew accustomed to. Despite how you were in battle, you always had that way of brightening any room you entered. The celestial dragons almost enjoyed you, and your coworkers adored you. 

But Lucci? He both hated the softness to you, and appreciated you being that presence for him when the time came. Your natural charisma did wonders for sating the cruelty of the celestial dragons, but Rob Lucci despised the small up-twitch in your tone. You were sweet, despite your role beside him. Too sweet for your own well being. 

The Zoan-Fruit user kept his eyes sharp and focussed, only ever affixing to the ground in front of you both while you searched. When you bent down to peer at the tracks a little closer, his chest rattled with a deep growl that bubbled and shook within his throat. 

The perfect arch of your back awoke that desire deep within his soul. His withheld urges finally broke when he saw you in that position. Ass rounded, kneeling to the ground, focussing on your task on all fours, the beast within him swelled to life against his will. You looked so good on your knees, almost playing that role he so desperately needed you to.

Submission. 

At hearing the growl, you hastily snapped your head in his direction for further instruction. Truly thinking he saw something you did not manage to see, your eyes rounded innocently and your lips parted in a soft heart-shape while you gazed at him in question.

“Sir, what is it?” you asked quietly, darting your eyes between his while reading his squared body language, “Are they close? Do I need to-?” 

“-Don’t run,” his growl cracked from the recesses of his diaphragm, “It will make what’s about to happen so much worse.” 

Slowly rising to your feet, you turn fully to face him. His purred growl grew in intensity, prompting your foot to fall back and prepare yourself for battle. Unknowing what you were preparing yourself for, you ensured you remained below his eye level while you flexed your muscles to ready yourself. 

“Have we been found?” you whispered, your eyes never leaving his face while you peered through your peripherals around the area. 

“No,” his tone quietened, that same rattling purr swelling in his chest. His lip almost upturned at the corner as he uttered a small quip, “Not yet, at least.” 

“Then what is it?” Your voice raised in frequency. You arched your back and rolled your shoulders back. “I just found their tracks. What’s wrong-?” Your sentence halted as Lucci cut you off. 

“-You... You've triggered it,” he snarled with a vile accusation laden in his tone. “The way you bent just now. I-... I need-...” He shook his head, attempting to chase away the need pooling in his belly and the adrenaline igniting a fresh wave of lust over his skin. 

Mate. 

His rounded pupils split into symmetrical slits as he focuses his shifting gaze on your much smaller form. He had hoped he had grown out of this by now, and took the correct combinations of melatonin and herbal remedies to sate it. But the way your ass all but presented to him while you knelt towards the floor said otherwise. 

Body swelling with the ignition of need, he felt his top and bottom canines protrude from his jaw while his muscles broke and cracked to morph into a larger form. His eyes never left yours as your own rounded in fright. Those eyes, that soft innocence in your face, the almost unnoticeable quiver in your lip while your heartbeat began to drum in your ears. 

“Sir?” your soft and unsure voice cut through the air, “What did I trigger? Some form of trap they laid out for us?” 

Lucci’s body vibrated with intensity. His body propelled his foot forward against his will. He was screaming to have a semblance of control. His arched eyebrows furrowed down in the center of his head. The pads of his feet expanded and broke through the soles of his shoes. Toes curled, claws protruded and cut into the dirt beneath him. 

You turned on your heels, eyes holding firmly against his and checking him over. Lucci was angry. Everything about him was screaming both aggression and need, and it began to frighten you. 

“Don't run,” he warned you, his usual cadence cutting through and his eyes widened in panic, “It will be so much worse if you do. I can't-... I won't be in control of myself if you run.” 

“What can't you control, sir?” You frown at the way your voice catches in your throat, your fright rising and taking over your body, “Talk to me. What is going on?” 

“Zoan Fruit users,” Lucci purred, a cruel smile rising on his face as he lowered his body down to the floor, “Take on similar urges of their animal counterpart. I-... I thought I'd repressed it enough.” His shoulders rolled back, his unblinking eyes drinking you in as he crouched in a low position, “But, it appears, I have come into my season.” 

Temperature fluctuations and travel had taken its toll on his body and mind, confusing the beast within him and driving his urges wild. Although he claimed disinterest in you, you were his perfect match. He hated that. Your sweetness countered his terror, your haste in fights married themself perfectly his own brutal rage. He needed you to submit to him, and he needed to ensure you did so quietly to not bring you harm.

Your eyes widened further, your arms falling out to the sides as your body began to make a choice for you. 

Rob Lucci was telling you he was consumed with the lust of the beast lingering beneath his skin and swelling his adrenaline. Putting together the pieces yourself, it seemed the animal within had chosen you to breed whilst in the middle of a mission. While you did find Lucci attractive, his abrasive and standoffish attitude pushed back your desires for him. You would rather approach Kaku to date than Rob Lucci. He was at least reasonable in your eyes. The only redeeming quality about Rob Lucci was that cute little pigeon he usually traveled with. 

“I would never ask this of you,” he halted his steps towards you, his body trembling beneath the physical strain of holding himself back, “But I can’t contain it for much longer. If, just for a moment, you could consider allowing me to be close to you,” his snout protruded, his eyes darkening as his lust deepened, “Just inhaling your scent could sate me. I wouldn’t need to c-claim you. Just allow me to hold you for a moment, a-and I can repress the need to-... fuck you.” 

More of his body gave way. His calves extended to a taller stature as his chest broadened with his skin stretching and darkening over his body to the warm gold and dark spots you had only even seen in battle. You had never been darkened by his terrifying silhouette before, never having his animality facing you. Only ever having worked beside him in this form, your heart began to panic. 

Your strength was haste in battle. Scrapping with a flurry of jolts while using your speed to counter opponents twice your size. While you attempted to scream at your body to rid it of its fear and stand your ground, your training immediately kicked in and your reflexes propelled you to run. 

“Don’t run.” 

The barked order only ignited your need to flee to safety. Immediately picking up your heels, you sprinted at your full speed throughout the heavily wooded area. You barely heard the roll of "No!" roaring from his chest as you ran.

Branches snapped beneath your feet as you sprinted towards your freedom, attempting to remain as quiet as you could with the man clawing at your achilles. Your body pushed you to full acceleration, your chest burning from the intensity of your adrenaline swelling your veins. Knees brushing with the shrubbery, breath controlled and steady, you continued to run until you felt yourself far enough from the beast to hide. 

Concealing yourself to the best of your ability on the moss-covered forest floor, you crawled backwards beneath the coverage of a fallen tree trunk. Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard the heavy panting of the leopard-man tracking you. Lucci was cold, calculated, borderline sociopathic, and usually without emotion. You felt you would be able to reason with Jabra or Kaku if they were like this, even giving into them if they’d asked politely enough. But Lucci scared you.

You heard heavy sniffs of the air, prompting you to raise your palm to clap over your nose and mouth to stifle your shocked breathing. You had absolutely lost the trail of your target now, choosing to run from your colleague while he lost control of himself in lieu of following them and bringing them in. Scrunching your eyes tightly shut, you felt four sets of heavy paws digging into the branch on top of you. 

Holding your breath, you made yourself as small as possible. Legs tucked into your chest, arms around your calves, and palm still clapped over your lips, you hid from the monster searching for you. Heavy inhales and deep rumbling purrs shook the air within Lucci’s chest and shook you to your soul. 

Behind the shroud of your eyelids, all you could picture was the man transformed into the beast above you. What would it be like to finally be caught by him? What would he do? Could he be reasoned with? Would he immediately attempt to fuck you into submission?

You did not have to ponder for much longer as the bark split beneath his claws, severing a hole in your makeshift covering with the tear in the fallen trunk. You stifled your scream, scampering to both flee outwards and bury yourself deeper inwards beneath what remained of the shelter. The two options fighting within your mind had your body uncooperative to your whims. As you finally chose to flee outwards, two large paws circled your ankles and tugged you back in beneath the large trunk. 

The animal had captured you, pinning you beneath him and growling into your face. Back laying flush with the ground, your widened eyes peered up at the half-shifted man caging you within his extended arms. His jaws split into a large snarl, saliva connecting his upper and lower jaw as he roared down at your body. 

Turning your head to the side, you expected him to bite and claw at you: hastily slashing your throat and leaving you to die in a pool of your own demise weeping out of you. But it never came. 

In lieu of such pain and slaughter from the man turned beast, you felt a friction on your stomach down over your clothed cunt. Your neck turned, his beastial jowls pulling back and extending his coarse tongue to roll over your flesh and swipe at your pulse. His hips snapped feverishly forwards, rutting his red-tipped cock against you while staining your pants with his damp precum. Inhaling your scent, he lapped at your neck and began to gnaw at the muscle: not enough to break the skin, but firm enough to hold you steady while he rubs his otherworldly cock against your clothed center. 

“Mine,” he purred against your skin, his neediness increasing in the friction against your abdomen, “Mine.” His repetition of the word rose in volume the longer he rut into you. His glossy precum dribbled against your pants, completely dampening it while he continued to growl and preen against your neck. Each time it made contact in a crude glide against your clit, your breath hitched as arousal began to seep from your slit. 

Rob Lucci was no longer reachable as the large leopard humanoid dragged his cock against your clothed heat. Gasps, grunts, and growls exited him as he continued on. He couldn’t finish like this. Not after the chase. He had you pinned beneath him, and the Zoan creature wanted to claim you completely as his prize. 

Fabric broke as his claws ribboned the material of your pants. Your legs kicked out, but his knees pinned your thighs wide as his cock bobbed with need. Within the beast, Lucci was screaming at himself to at least have some semblance of decorum. He could see you through his otherworldly eyes, glaring at you as you squirmed beneath him. 

“Still,” the beast growled, looking at your exposed cunt as it glistened with arousal. You scrunched your eyes shut and attempted to block the next few moments out. He was going to fuck you, just as he said he would, and he was going to be in this form while he did. 

In another life, you could’ve seen you both continuing to work together, building a comradery rapport as you had been for the past year. You may have even called him friend by the end of it, perhaps being open to a relationship should he halt with his cold attitude and showcase some semblance of warmth. 

“Look,” the rumbled order purred from above you. You opened your eyes, gently turning your head towards the man towering over your cowering form. The only reason you truly ran from him in the first place was due to the fright that overcame you at being on the receiving end of his wrath in this form. You would’ve never ran if you knew the kindness in the beast’s eyes as he stared down at you. His cock twitched as it made contact against your glistening pussy. His red tip leaked as he rubbed the engorged head against your clit. 

“Mine.”

Pushing the tip within you caused you to squeak out in protest. Eyes wide and gazing up at the creature, your lip quivered as the leopard-man inched further into your entrance. Your body stretched to accommodate him, the earlier grinding of his cock against your clothed cunt withdrew enough arousal as your earlier rush of adrenaline paved the way for your lust to overcome you. Truthfully, you craved this. The way he possessively held you with a need no other partner had expressed. You had never felt so wanted in your life, and within the arms of the Zoan-Fruit user, your body gave in to the touch.

Relaxing your core, you gently reached a shaky hand to press against his furred jowls. Caressing his cheek, you darted your eyes between his with a soft nod. Unsure whether Lucci was truly reachable or not, you wanted to reassure your superior that you were okay: that this was okay. The way your body reacted was okay, and your need for him was okay.

The man peered down at you like you were a meal, taking a moment to lean in to that soft touch before fully giving in to his desires. Your wrists were hastily bound within his claws as he sheathed his cock completely within your heat. The swollen bulge at the base of his cock slammed against your body: your smaller size unable to take the swell within your pussy without preparation. Your stomach bulged with the sheer size of his cock entering you, as you silently screamed out in the fine line between pleasure and pain. 

In his large left claw, he took both of your hands and rose them above your head while his right clutched at your hips. Without care, he lost himself in the feeling of your walls. You let out a soft whimper as the burn from the stretch intensified with each cruel glide. His hips snapped into yours at a punishing pace as his grasps bruised your hips and wrists. Repetitively spearing himself deep within your body, you felt your cunt beginning to clench eagerly around him. 

“Mine,” he growled once more, his pace growing rabid and feral. His thrusts were deep and intense, never expelling his full length from your cunt as you struggled to accommodate him. The burn subsided into a dull ache as his tip slapped against your cervix, prompting your soft gasps to fall away to whimpers and soft whines. Your pussy molded to his shape with each powerful thrust, but never truly felt prepared enough to adjust to his pace. 

You were a doll in his arms, his claim over you intensifying with the cruel piston of his cock in your slick heat. The way he seemed to hit all of the sensitive and pleasure forming nerves to make you cry out and clench around him had you gushing for him. You should be trying to push him off, chastising him for ruining your pants after chasing you through the forest, but each rock into your body had you getting wetter and wetter for him. You felt your body relaxing, the pit in your belly beginning to coil tight in the promise of a brutal orgasm rising.  

The squelching of his cock meeting his knot at the base had him more wild and frantic the longer he pummelled you. Completely sheathed with a rapid flurry of anxious thrusts had his base drumming against your slit. 

He was going to try and put it in. 

“L-Lucci-!” Your strangled cry had him pushing harder into you. The swell of his knot rammed against you, your tight entrance prohibiting him from bullying its way into you no matter how hard the buck or rutt. He growled in response, releasing your wrists from above your head and surrounding your waist in his firm grip. 

“Knot,” he roared, holding your waist firmer and attempting to slam his hips more intently against yours. Your pussy refused to budge, even though your mind screamed at it to allow him to. You knew he wouldn't stop until he entered that thick bulge into your slick heat, and you whimpered at the thought of him continuing to try to no avail. 

“Lucci it won't fit-,” you tried, desperately willing him to listen to you. “I can’t take y-you like this. I-If you can turn back to your regular self, I-I can-.” 

The leopard-man growled as he unsheathed his cock from you completely. You were shocked, thinking the man had come to his senses and was about to repress his animal urges and return to the cold, dark-haired man you knew him to be. Instead, he flipped you onto your stomach: face colliding with the moss-covered ground as he used the heel of his hand to arch the middle of your back and force your ass up.

In the same position that broke his hardened resolve in the first place, he immediately resheathed himself with a loud roar. The reverberations falling from his roar echoed within your chest, immediately making your pussy flutter around his hard, red cock. As the knot pressed up against you, he set a rapid and brutal pace hammering it against your slit. The heavy claps of your thighs meeting his hips had your eyes rolling in your skull, feeling completely claimed by him in the submissive position he’d curled you into. 

Crouching back onto his hind legs and planting his heels, he snapped intently into his hips from behind, slotting you down onto his cock in heavy thrusts. With his hands now both circling your hips, removed from your back in a quick glide, he used the shameful amount of slick falling from your pussy to finally push himself over that ridge. 

He managed to force his knot in with a single, intense thrust.

As soon as his knot settled into you, it caught on the ring of muscle at the base of your heat. You could taste the earth rubbed into your lips from the earlier spin, your abdomen wound in a tight vice as your orgasm halted as soon as he pressed his knot inside you. Right on the edge, and without a way to move against him to draw it forth, you felt his cock begin to twitch in the depth of your cunt none before reached. You needed something to tip you over, pussy tingling and abdomen shuddering while you whined and mewled out for him.

“Cum,” he barked down at you. His command immediately took root in your body, prompting it to submit to his wishes without question. At that order, you felt the waves of bliss crashing over you as you were shepherded into ecstacy. Your pussy began contracting and fluttering around his cock as the warmth of his own release emptied himself within you. He roared something that sounded like your name, the gurgled choke of his otherworldly voice breaking into his usual tone. 

“I-I’m cumming,” you cried out, screaming his name and a babble of incomprehensible words as your tears began to leak from the corners of your eyes, “Lucci, nnngh- I’m cumming.” You were in ecstasy, never before feeling so full and stretched by a partner prior. Viscous cum began flooding your abdomen and immediately splashing back against the base of your cervix. The knot at his base acted like a plug: holding the entirety of his load deep within you and choking you with how much volume it truly was. 

Lucci rolled the both of you onto your side, his cock still buried at the knot as the final twitches of his cock deeply spilling into you had you gasping for air. Your soft tears began to build up in intensity, rolling down your cheeks as your shoulders shook. Containing your whimpers in your lips after such a hefty release coming out of nowhere, you drew your hand up once more to press over your lips and nose. Eyes scrunched shut, you tried to contain yourself as you were overcome with heavy emotions. You replayed the events from the day, hoping it would make sense if you focussed it enough.

Your colleague had propositioned you, and while you didn’t say ‘no’, you also didn’t say 'yes,' until he was already buried within you. Terror at his otherworldly form compelled you to flee, and that chase exhilarated you to the point where your fright became arousal. Tearing through your clothes, he bullied himself into you to the point your teeth chattered at the stretch, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt almost as if you were meant to be his-.

“-Mate,” Lucci’s voice softly purred at you. His tongue lulled out and began to drag the coarse muscle against your neck. Slowly lapping at your skin, the barbs on his lengthy pink tongue collected a few of your tears and pulled them back into his mouth. His body relaxed against you, his muscle deflating at the ring of your pussy circling at his base. The arm around your waist began to melt back to the flesh of his mortal self.

“Lucci, I-.” He hushed you by drawing you back further into his arms, nuzzling his forehead into your neck while inhaling deeply. His cock was still buried, knot throbbing as he reduced back into the mortal you knew him to be.

“-I warned you not to run,” he whispered huskily against you. His lips met your skin and pressed a warm and gentle kiss into it, “I would’ve been so much more gentle.” Another kiss melted against your skin, his words rolling easily off his tongue and pressed into you. “It could’ve been so much more beautiful. Not like...,” he twitched his cock, still deflating at the knot as he shifted back into his usual self, “...This.” 

You whimpered at the twitch, with a chuckle met in response from the man behind you. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, almost shyly in comparison to his usual cold-heartedness. You gently shook your head in ‘no,’ knowing truly that you would have a dull ache and burn as soon as you managed to struggle shakily to your feet. 

“Liar,” he muffled his lips over your pulse, his gentleness continuing as he began fixing your shirt from behind you. “You took me well, like you were made for me.” You hid your head in your hand, feeling truly fatigued and grimy after that full chase and having his cock buried balls deep within your pussy. 

After taking a moment to calm yourself down with a few gulps of air, you addressed the man behind you as your superior. 

“We lost track of the target,” you stated monotonously, “They will not be pleased with our failure.” Lucci hummed behind you, pressing his forehead to the base of your skull and inhaling now his muzzle fell back into his human appearance. He drank in your scent in any of his forms, taking you in and creating a memory of the harmony falling from your skin and rising in his lungs. 

“I don’t care. We will find them again,” he nodded, pulling back and taking a look at your body against his. You were so small, and your skin was flushed and sweaty from sprinting. “Rest now.” You nodded, your brows furrowing as you felt him still buried deep within you. The swollen knot continued to pulse against your walls, the thrum of your heartbeat deep within your pussy matching the join bulbing at his hilt. You truly felt as one with him, and you didn’t quite understand it.

“What did you call me?” You asked him quietly, “You called me something. Your-.”

“-My mate, yes,” he confirmed, settling himself behind you. Using his hand to gently caress your skin, he moved it up and down your arm before settling over the bulge in your stomach where his cock was buried. “Regardless to how you feel about me, whether you hate me, loathe me, or tolerate me for the sake of the missions: you are my mate. Mine.” 

You took a moment to think on it, rolling the thoughts over in your mind and the earlier terror his form induced in you.

“I don’t know if I want that, sir,” you confessed to him in a voice so soft it almost went unheard. Lucci tensed behind you, his muscles growing taut and already beginning to swell into his other form. He tried to calm the beast within down, managing to sate it with a few intentional breaths. Leaning into your ear, his lips and breath tingled the shell and lobe of your skin while he extended his threat with a sense of promise.

“When you wake every day with my face between your thighs, lapping at your cunt and making you cum over and over again on my face, you might change your tune,” he purred, gently tugging on your lobe with his extended canines. “When you take my knot in my office, crying and squirting on it while I hold a vibrator against that pearl at the top of your pussy, you will have it melt into your memory.” You squeaked as you felt his hand dip down between your legs and gave the tip still pulsing at the top of your pussy a gentle pinch, “When the other Zoan’s notice my scent on your body, taste our lust in the air, and see my seed dripping down your thighs beneath your uniform, you will know for sure.” 

“Know what, sir?” You asked him, turning to face him with rounded eyes. His human eyes swelled into yellowed slits, his pupils blowing in lust as he rolled your arousal around your slick pussy. His cock swelled within you, although his knot began to deflate. He slowly began to rock into you, fucking his cum back into you with slow and heavy motions. 

“You’ll know who you belong to,” he whispers, his lips meeting the corner of your mouth as his bucking kept its steady pace, “You’ll know who will protect you as his own.” His lips traveled further up to half covering your mouth. “You’ll know who will never leave you for wanting in this life.” His hand drew up to the tip of his cock buried within you, pushing down on your stomach while he fucked steadily into you. “You’ll know you’re mine.” 

“Yours?” you gasped, already feeling the need begin to rouse in your abdomen. Lucci’s lips covered your own, his pace beginning to pick up as he felt his own need swell in his stomach within his human body. Tongues colliding, teeth gnashing, he sloppily fucked into you while he passionately kissed you with all of the emotion he no longer repressed. While it was not yet love, you could feel the beginnings of the fresh sparks rising between you. Pulling away, he bore his intense and possessive gaze into your eyes, uttering one word that had you immediately almost cum there and then.

“Mine.”

And you were his, just as much as he was yours.

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[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Wolf hybrid pack that was supposed to eat chubby bunny reader but instead take you in and use you as their little breeding toy.

They just kind of adore you, spoiling you with freshly picked fruits and vegetables, doting on their sweet little bunny as much as possible.

You want snuggles? They’re making a cuddle pile immediately, and you’re at the center. You’re hungry for something sweet? They’re ransacking the nearest village and bringing back every sugary item they can find.

They get into a lot of fights over who gets to breed you first once mating season comes around. You’re a bit afraid, seeing all these tall, needy wolves circling you like you’re a slab of meat.

It’s the first time they’re ever rough with you, pushing your soft body down and holding onto your hips as they rut into your fat pussy until you’re knotted over and over again.

Once they’ve all had a turn, they’re back to purring and cuddling into you, giving you little mating bites and cleaning you up.

You decide it’s worth it to get fucked out of your mind every once in a while if it means you’re treated like the pack��s princess. After all… it feels way too good being all full of cum and being bounced on one knot then another…

Being adored by an entire pack of wolf hybrids isn’t easy, but you’re a horny bunny, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[amaranthinespirit]

husband!simon riley who backs his wife's rights and wrongs cw: murder next

you fucked up. majorly, as you stared at the bloody body on your living room floor, red seaping into the grooves of the floorboards. you were frozen, perhaps it was shock as you watched the carnage seep into your nice rug that simon had bought you.

you ran your hands through your hair, only spreading the blood across your soft skin and threads of hair. how would you explain this to your husband? how would you hide this from your husband? how would you explain to him the rug, that you begged for, was suddenly not to your liking, because it had a massive splotch of someone's else's blood? no mistaking that for a period stain.

you were royally fucked, pacing back and forth, avoiding splatters of blood as you thought millions of plans in your head.

what if you dumped the body in the dumpster? no, the body would decompose far too quickly, and not to mention the smell. it's the middle of the fucking summer and hot as balls outside! okay, well, what if you stuffed the body in a suitcase and buried it? no, no, it was too big to fit in even your largest. oh, what if you cut him up? back up, that's even more blood that you'd have to deal with. plus, digging was never your thing.

all this time panicking left time wasted, and soon enough, your lovely, unsuspecting husband had pulled into the driveway. you shrieked to yourself as you peaked out the blinds, scrambling back to the body, but yet again, what the fuck could you do?

the front door opened and closed quickly after, the sounds of boots being kicked off and disposed as panic rose in your body. fuck, this was it. you were definitely going to jail, your husband will never trust you again, wouldn't even pay a visit. you could hear his voice calling, increasingly becoming more concerned without a response.

footsteps followed, and he appeared around the corner. his eyes landed on you, then the body, and then you, and then the body, and then—you get it. his eyes scanned your smooth skin for injury, narrowing at the blood before confirming it wasn't yours.

"wot have i told ya about makin' messes near yer precious rug, swee'eart?" he grunted, shrugging off his coat and tossing it to the couch, pulling you in by your hips, pressed against his front as a thumb swiped away a blood splat on your cheek, "y'okay?"

you looked at him dumbfounded, lips parted in shock as you stuttered, "y...yeah," you swallowed thickly, immediately moving to explain yourself, "but simon, i-"

"shhhh, don't say a word, pretty thin', I've got't." he coos lowly, petting your hair, rubbing the strands between the pads of his gloved fingers as he eyed the blood, "go take a shower 'n look all pretty f'me, yeah? can ya do'tha?"

your eyes darted around, but a firm grasp on your chin kept your attention to him. you swallowed thickly, meeting his eyes for the first time since he walked in, and nodded again. detaching from his side, you skidded down the hall to rid yourself of the dead man's blood.

after you disappeared into the bathroom, simon let out a deep sigh, "who the fuck is this?" he muttered gruffly to himself, shaking his head as he crouched near the body, tilting his head multiple ways as he examined further before shrugging it off, "wot'vr the missus wants."

yeah, he wouldn't question you. you wanted someone dead? had to be for a good reason, and he'll buy you a new rug after tossing that one. but he wouldn't tell you when the police dropped by about the disappearance of the man. don't wanna stress out the missus.

[rawme-price]

Soap who hears youve never been eaten out and takes it as a personal offense.

It was honestly just a throwaway comment while gaz was describing an insane blowjob he once got. You sighed dramatically with "man, I wish i could find guys half as willing to eat box as the girls you somehow get."

Soap wasnt even in the conversation. Hell, he wasnt even at the table! How the hell he heard you, you have no idea. But as soon as the words leave your mouth hes leaning over your shoulder, voice low against your ear "Aye, heard you were looking for an eager mouth, lass?"

At first you think hes fucking with you. You glance at gaz, trying to gauge a reaction, and the man just shrugs. You decide to bite the bullet.

Which is how you end up on soaps matress that night, voice raw from how hes had you moaning for the past four hours. Ur body is covered in sweat, muscles exhausted from how youve been jerking and squirming. All the while soap has a forearm pressed over ur lower stomach, keeping you pinned right against his mouth. He hasn't moved from his position once. Ur pretty sure hes cum in his boxers multiple times but he makes no move to let up.

When it becomes obvious he has no plans to stop and you feel like you might actually pass out from exhaustion, you have to drag the man from between ur thighs by his 'hawk. Soap whines as if you've just taken a delicious meal from him and oh god- he looks downright sinful. Lower face completely drenched, clear liquid dripping down his chin and face flushed red from lack of oxygen.

The worst (best) part? While u two are cuddling after a shower you had to bully him into -cmon lass, just lay down. Ah want my bed to reek of yer cunt- soap hooks his chin over ur shoulder and asks if he can do it all again tomorrow.

[soapcloth]

CW: 18+ MDNI, loan shark!price x reader part 1, fem!reader, afab!reader, noncon elements, manipulative price, implied violence (not reader), petting, almost(?) fingering - 3K words - dividers -> @/cafekitsune massive thank you to @pricetagged for keeping me sane writing this

“Mr. Price-” you spoke up, fingers massaging into your temples. 

“Said you can call me John, Sweetheart.” the man interjected with a serious look. 

He was currently hanging your entire life over your head and he knew it, you most certainly were not going to call him by his first name. Noticing your reluctance, he shrugged and leaned back into your dining room chair.

“Look, I’ve been as kind as a man like me ought to be. Don’t know how much longer I can shoulder the loss, and I don't know how much longer you-” He sent a condescending look of concern your way, a hand fishing into his pocket. “-can take the fees. I’m playing the good guy here, y’gotta pay up, lovie.” 

“No smoking inside.” you warned, voice less confident than you would have liked it to be.

His hand paused in his coat before slipping out and up in a sign of surrender.

There was a buzzing silence between the two of you, only interrupted by the occasional tick of your kitchen clock. It was hard to meet his gaze, eyes rooted downwards towards your table under the weight of your rising debt to one of the most notorious men in the city.

“Right then.” he huffed, palms coming down to rest on the table before twitching upwards. “So?” 

“Give me another month to pull something together.” you spoke, wincing when you caught the way his eyebrows quirked in surprise. “-Please?”

There was no telling a man like John Price what would be happening. He was the shot caller, the unequivocal card dealer, it was only by some higher grace that he let your ill manners slip. 

He grumbled for a moment before looking up. “I respect what you’ve got going on in the shop, I do. Lovely place, good atmosphere—we’re both the entrepreneurial type, so to say I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for you-” the thought that he’d lump your small shop in with his exploitative business made your stomach turn. “-but this is a bit much, yeah? Let’s give it up, sweetheart.” 

Your face twisted into a sharp grimace, but that was all you could do—what right did you have to tell the man whose money you were living off of to get out of your house? Even worse, you hated that he had a point; you were so tired of your lackluster sales and mounting bills, but-

“I’m not the only owner, I-I can’t just make decisions like that.” you reasoned.

He looked incredibly unimpressed, nostrils flaring with a dissatisfied huff. “Right, your business partner.” 

“H-he-”

“If it’s what you want, m’sure he’ll understand,” Mr. Price hummed, eyes narrowing. “I think you’ll find my men and I can be quite persuasive.” 

Registering your cautious demeanor, his lips curled upwards.

“Where is the bloke anyway?” John asked in faux-disinterest, disapproval blooming from his tone. “Always sends you to talk to the big mean lender. S’not right.” 

He shook his head and sighed.

“-Seen this play out before, love. He’s throwing you under the bus.” 

Your mouth shut, hard set into a frown—you knew he was right. Your business partner was most likely enjoying his morning in peace knowing it was your apartment above the building—your life about to be uprooted if it all went tits-up. It was hard not to feel played.

Mr. Price’s gaze glimmered in recognition, and slowly, like a languid predator, he was leaning across the table with a large hand over your own. 

You studied the sparse dusting of translucent hair on his fingers, the trimmed nails at the ends of his stocky fingers, his nice, expensive-looking watch—anything not to meet his eyes. 

“S’not worth it,” he urged softly. “spreading yourself thin like this.” he paused to think. “My advice? Liquidate, I'm sure you and I can work something out in the long term.”

You swallowed, throat feeling impossibly dry as you focused on the twitch of his thumb.

“I’ll think about it.” 

“I don’t want to be the bad guy, but business is business, sweetheart—I’m offering you a hand, it’s in your best interest to take it.” he spoke, palm patting over your digits before withdrawing into his pocket. There was a deep breath drawn in through his lips. “Right, I’ll be off then—Unless you want me over for lunch?” 

He chuckled deeply in solus as he stood, reminding you of a proud and awful beast. “Maybe another time then, love.” 

Ideally not.

-

The shop had closed on another unnoteworthy day, only serving to further hammer in Mr. Price’s point. With defeated footfall on the stairs up to your flat, you nearly slipped, shocked by a fist beating on the front door frantically. You slowly turned around, heart pounding from the sound.

“-Christ! Let me in!” Ewan, your business partner cried out from the other side of the threshold.

You hurried to the door; pushed aside as soon as the lock had released.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” you scolded over the shop door’s welcome chime. You were met without response while the man darted for the till. “What are you-”

“Not now,” he growled. “we need to get out of here.” 

Studying him closer, you realized one of his arms had been held up by a makeshift sling, tucked neatly beneath his quilted coat.

“W-what are you talking about?”

He paused, looking up. 

Your eyes widened when the light from the street outside washed over his face. 

“What happened to you?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” he snarled, freshly dried blood crusting at the movement. His head dipped down as he popped open the till. “Price and his dogs want our heads.” 

“I just spoke to him this morning-” 

“Things change—may have pushed our luck a little too far. We’ve got to get out of town.” 

You frowned “I-I can’t just-” 

“Suit yourself.” he snapped, voice dropping to a mumble while his fingers grabbed at whatever they could, stuffing it into his coat pocket haphazardly. “-Sitting duck.”

“Wait—that's our money.” you balked, watching the empty register drawer shut. He offered you a bloody, tight-lipped smile as he sped past you towards the door; in and out like a typhoon.

“Good luck.”

You were stuck where you stood when the door swung shut, absolutely beside yourself in shock as you watched his figure disappear from view into the night. Looking around your shop, it was just as it had been when you closed up, but the knowledge that you were sitting on an empty till, all alone with the looming threat of a less-than-savory money lender finding out you were back to square one for your upcoming payment was not kind as it crashed into you. 

After a sobering moment, you hobbled over to the point of sales, turning the drawer’s lock tentatively. Of course, the tray was as empty as the day you had bought it, save for a spare coin roll shoved into the side. You stared down at the dark plastic, hand clumsily digging into your pocket for your phone. Swiping at the device, you paused, debating for a moment over whether or not to open the banking app; you already knew what you’d see if you did.

Confirming your fears, the log showed a hefty transaction at the branch earlier that day. The account had been emptied right before the banks closed. 

You had nothing to give John Price.

It was all gone.

You stared at your feet while it sunk in. Slowly, you regained the ability to move, making your way over to the shop door and locking it back up before spinning on your heels. The trip upstairs was eerily silent as you slipped into your flat, legs wobbling as you ambled into your washroom and stepped under the hot stream from your showerhead. You let the water run over you for far longer than necessary, only stepping out onto the frigid tile once your fingers had pruned. 

The dinner prep that followed had gone surprisingly smooth, serving as a vessel to pretend the foundation of your life wasn't crumbling away. You replayed comforting thoughts, words passing through your mind like a liferaft just out of reach– you knew Mr. Price, he always spoke gently to you, he would understand, he-

A fat tear fell onto the hand that braced you over the stove, watching the bubbling pasta through bleary eyes. With a shaking grip, you drained the water and slipped the noodles into your saucepan, stirring and sniffling lamely.

You made too much—you had nothing to give and you had made too much. Typical.

Sitting at your table, you ate in near-silence, listening to your clock’s soft ticking as you tried to ignore the afterburn image of Mr. Price across from you where he had sat that morning.

Your fork paused mid-air when the downstairs shop chime rang out. 

Had Ewan come to his senses? 

You closed your eyes and waited for him to call up to you. 

The stark sound of heavy footfall bustling around the lower level was the first thing to alert you to the intrusion—too much noise for one man. Setting down your fork, you stared owlishly at the door to your flat as if it was the last line of defense between you and whatever was happening down there. Through the muffled commotion, you could faintly make out the creak of your stairs getting louder—closer, you watched helplessly as the knob slowly turned.

The door opened a fraction, a thick hand curling around the side to brace it against the three thunderous knocks that echoed throughout the room.

“Come in.” you spoke up once your heartbeat had evened out, blinking as Mr. Price emerged from the dark stairway.

“Mmh, you’re here.” he stared down at you, a pleased rumble rolling around in his chest. “‘Course you didn’t skip town, smart. Good girl.”

He kicked his boots off and drifted through your kitchen; cabinets and drawers clattering behind you while he whistled breathily, dishing up some pasta as if you had made it for him—you do suppose he had every right to, though. 

Your whole body tensed as a palm ghosted across your back. The plate was set down, and the chair beside you was tugged out from beneath the table. 

Your eyes darted to his dish where it sat, steam trailing fragrantly. Mr. Price tucked in, humming lowly despite his tense demeanor. 

“S’good, Love. eat up.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and grabbed your fork, gaze falling back to your dish as you picked at the food, appetite long gone. Once again, it was you, Mr. Price, and the sounds of your kitchen—an unwelcome sense of Deja Vu creeping in. 

“Your money’s gone.” you whispered, unable to stand the silence.

He reached towards you, grabbing your napkin, and patting his mouth. “I know.” he scratched at his beard idly. “My boys are dealing with that.” 

You paled, trying not to think about what would happen to your business partner as you watched Mr.Price fuss with his fork, leaning in to take another large bite; a nauseated feeling washing over you. 

“What's going to happen to me?” you murmured, eyes downcast. 

His fork clattered quietly against his plate as his hand came to rest on the back of your neck, thumb petting at your nape. “That’s what I'm here to sort out, sweetheart.” 

Sort out. It was ugly, spoken as if you were just one of his assets. You nodded; compliance met with a soft, affirming squeeze. 

“We can work something out.” his hand traveled downwards, grazing your arm before landing on the meat of your thigh. “I don’t have to be the bad guy.” 

“Mr. Price..” you spoke after a sharp breath, tears threatening to well up. 

You missed the way his eyes crinkled at your weepy tone, thumb brushing your thigh in comfort. 

“I’ve had my eye on you, love—Would have never lent you as much as I did if I wasn't sweet on you. Thought maybe I’d be able to charm my way into your life but it seems like I only see you when you’re late on a payment.” he laughed hoarsely. A knee knocked into yours as he stood; his chair scraping beneath him. The floor creaked under bulk, two large hands coming to rub at your arms with hot breath and trimmed beard tickling at your ear. “-I’m a hopeless romantic, y’see.” 

“Price!” a voice hollered up, causing the man to straighten with a low growl. 

“What?” he barked, voice aimed downstairs.

“Trucks loaded up, gonna head back to the office, yeah? See if Simon needs any help retrieving the cash.” 

His hands flexed around your shoulders. “Good, lock up behind yourself. I’ll be a bit.”

You froze, looking up to see the looming shadow of a man; profile distinct in the low light. He turned to you, offering a tight grin while a wayward hand trailed from your arm to your neck, caressing the skin as he exhaled deeply behind you, resting your head against his abdomen. 

“It’s okay to give in, love.” he cooed. “Let me take care of it all.” 

You had nearly folded when that little prey animal in your brain stiffened, hackles raising. You stood carefully, sidestepping his grasp.

“No, I-I… I couldn’t impose… It’s alright.” you silently begged for him to understand your polite refusal.

“S’not imposing,” he challenged, glaring down at you. “imposing would be the number of zeroes on the sum you owe me—now you care about my burden?”

“That’s-”

“That’s not how this works, sweetheart.” he laughed. “Now, sit back down.”

You complied, lowering back into the seat shamefully.

“Good.” he exhaled, crouching beside you with hands knotted together. “I always collect what’s owed, that’s one thing you need to understand.” 

You nodded.

“-But I’m not opposed to shouldering burdens where personal interest is involved.” His eyes searched your own desperately, palms unfurling to rest back on your legs. “You understand what I'm saying, yeah? You’ll never pay it off alone, let me help. I could take care of you.”

Overwhelmed, you turned away; the grip on your thighs tightening in response as he braced himself, standing up. A warm hand cradled your cheek as he drew your gaze upwards, free hand looping around your back and lifting you to stand against him like a marionette. 

“I don’t know what to do…” you sniffled as his big palm had begun to rub circles into your back. 

He shushed you. “-It’s okay, love. I can handle it, It’ll be okay.”

You nodded, turning and rubbing your face into his shirt as he comforted you. The entire situation was a disorienting experience. Had you done something so wrong to get here?– had it been a crime to want to live a gentle and quiet life in your shop? 

It was hard to care much for your sense of conviction when the root of your problem looked more like a finely woven cradle; what did it matter if you were to bend the knee to your devil’s appeal at this point? 

Still, it felt as if you were teetering on the edge of a cliff.

“I’m scared.” your lips settled for, hiccuping the words into his chest. 

He hummed thoughtfully, the noise buzzing around the walls of your head as his thick arms hooked around your neck, pulling you in deeper—a trap set without any fuss. 

“It’s okay for you to be scared,” he pressed a kiss to your crown. “There’s no way anyone was getting out of those rates you agreed to, love. Let me help you.”

You stiffened, head raising slowly to look at him. He smiled down at you.

“You definitely won’t be taking care of our finances, yeah?” John joked, letting out a deep, phlegmy laugh before he pecked your nose, pulling you back into his chest and rumbling against your head. “Enough nonsense. You’re tired, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

It was all so domestic—like he hadn’t just shown you his rows of jagged, shark-like teeth. 

His grip relented as he patted your bum. “Go on and get into bed, let me clean up dinner.”

-

So you did, brushing your teeth and feeling incredibly confused as to why you were readily complying. What truly got to you was how tender it felt—had you been so oblivious to his vying interest? You had just assumed he was a rare good-natured lender; though, you suppose neither of these had been true.

John Price was not a good man; although it was a recent revelation in the grand scheme of things, you knew this as a fact now. The other fact of the matter was that it seemed you were most likely the real collateral in the vulturine deal. Had he been playing the long game?

You could hear John floating around in the other room as you pulled an old shirt over your head to sleep in—the kitchen faucet running as you slipped into your bed. It all felt so wrong. 

Your eyes shot open when the bedroom’s aged floor creaked, deer-like paralysis keeping you snapshot-still as the ring of his belt buckle filled the static air. Was he—The rickety bed dipped behind you under John’s added weight, bedframe crying out with every shift of his body that came with tucking himself against you; achy grunts blowing out from his lips.

“Not as limber as I used to be.” he laughed modestly. “Still gets the job done though, I reckon.” 

He breathed for a moment before his nose dipped into the hair at your nape, sniffling around. 

“-Better than I imagined.” he grumbled contently.

Thick hands dipped under your shirt, massaging at the skin momentarily before slipping into your panties, tugging them out of the way. 

“Mr. Price.” you winced, feeling his cold hand on the sensitive skin.

his hands paused as the large man thought for a moment.

“Mrs. Price…” he chuckled after a beat, the hairs on your neck standing up in response. “-See? You don’t like it much, either. Now, what’s my name, love?”

“John.” you mumbled quietly, eyes darting around through the dark of your room.

“Mmh. good girl.” he hummed, hand cupping your cunt and thumbing at it absentmindedly. “Sleep, love. Big day tomorrow, yeah?” 

[porcalinecunt]

Can i pls request some face sitting headcanons for bllk guys? Specifically Sae, Rin, Shido, Oliver and Bachira solely because i think they're the nastiest 😆🫣 thank God!

𝐒𝐈𝐓.

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ face sitting with blue lock boys! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐒𝐀𝐄 & 𝐑𝐈𝐍. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔. 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀.

cw — gn!reader. afab!reader. so much oral sex. edging. overstimulation. spanking. spitting. squirting. full on tongue fucking. denied orgasms. pervy behavior. shidou being an animal.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : FUCK—this too me way too long to finish, but here it is! apologies nonnie for taking forever ;-;

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

slow n steady always wins the race. a motto sae keeps firm when it comes to sex, no matter what he’s doing. when it comes to oral though..god. the agonizing drag of his tongue while he holds you by your hips, moving them against his mouth as he kissed your sensative clit before prodding his tongue against your hole. everytime you try to speed up your pace, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips and waist to keep you in your place. he might as well be edging the fuck out of you until you finally feel the knot snap in two and gush all over your boyfriend’s mouth. sae, bedroom eyes and all, would admire your fucked out face and trembling body before flipping you onto your back and continuing where he left off. safe to say, you aren’t getting out of his grip until you squirted every last drop.

“s-sae..quit being a tease..” you stuttered, trying your hardest not to buck your hips. if it wasn’t for sae’s strength, you would’ve gone wild and full on rode his face like a madman. his whole arms wrapped around your thighs, gripping tighter then usual while he switched from your clit to your sensitive pussy. sae’s sharp, jade eyes staring up at yours. his pupils were blown with a burning desire all too clear to you, as if his tongue movements didn’t say enough. god, he was a patient one and it was getting on your last nerves. a thought he promptly smacked you out of with a simple strike to the ass.

“paitience, darling. or i’ll leave you like this, i can’t stand whiny whores who get greedy.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

rin is more needier then his older brother, encouraging your carnal desires and egging you on as you rode his face as fast n hard as you please. the guy was basically making out with your cunt, open mouthed kisses and his tongue prying through your pussy had you gripping on the headboards or his hair. his hands roamed your body as he pleased, tracing his fingers against your stomach up to your sensitive nipples where he pinched and squeezed between his fingertips. don't think he'll stop either! long after you squirt all over his mouth, he'll only pull away just to take one long look at your fucked out face before he dives right back in again. rin gets pussydrunk a bit too easily, but why complain?

“rin..m-more, please..! i need more!” you begged and pleaded with a whine ripped straight from the jugular as you grinding your pussy against your boyfriend’s mouth. rin cracked open his eyes, through the blurred chaos, he admired your fucked out expression as you clung onto the wooden headboard for dear fuckin’ life. it was all too addictive to simple get off, how desperate and downright pussydrunk this man was, it’d be too cruel to pull away now! your thought process only strengthened when rin began to tug away at your sensative and soaked nipples from when he was mouthing at them earlier. he simply couldn’t get enough.

“stay with me..please, fuck! jus’ a little more, you can do that for me? please..?”

₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈

so much of a sloppy eater, it’s downright disgusting. shidou’s hands are unpredictable, switching from caressing and squishing the soft flesh of your ass to swatting away at it with quick strikes. don’t get me started on his oral anticts. this man is fucking eating away at your poor pussy, flicking his tongue against your sore clit while suckin’ n kissing at your abused hole. you couldn’t even move your hips with how much he’d just forced you down onto his mouth again, thus you had to sit there and simply take what he gives you, and god, the noises. besides your own moans and sobs for him to slow down, shidou’s downright animalistic growls and groans fill your ears and go straight into your cunt. don’t think he’s done either after you squirt into his mouth, oh no no! he’ll only push you onto your back with the hopes of you crushing his head with your thighs. he can’t get enough of you.

“haah..ah..r-ryu..” was all you could mutter out of your sore throat. after much whining and sobbing from the overstimulation, you could only make small noises of pleasure while shidou ate away like a man on death row. lapping up the remains of your last orgasm, he pried and pried at your hole until you swore he was tongue fucking you. grabbing fist fulls of his blonde hair only fueled the maniac to fuckin’ nip at your clit, an action that forced another intense orgasm out of your abused cunny and soaked his face even more then before. you could feel a smirk form of his lips before he landed a barrage of sharp slaps onto the flesh of your ass, dragging you out of your euphoric afterglow in time to feel his tongue pushing itself back in.

“c’mon sugar, don’t lose me now! we’re just getting started..! now, keep those pretty legs open..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

mister aiku here pays attention to both puss and ass with glee. when he told you to sit on his face, he meant it. there's nowhere that his mouth didn't touch, meaning you couldn't run from this man either. similar to shidou, he eats like a starved animal in front of a piece of meat. fingers pumping you full while he pays special attention to your poor clit with the occasional nips that would have you mewling and whining like a bitch in heat. but sadly, he's a greedy bastard when it comes to sex, pulling away right before you could have you sweet orgasm. heterochrome eyes staring daggers at your fucked out face while you pleaded for him to let you cum. you were almost in tears when oliver finally stuffed your twitching cunt with his fingers once again and went to town on your clit again. did i mention he pays attention to ass? that poor thing was covered in handprints and crecent shaped dents from how hard he was grabbing it. maybe, even a little bite mark for good measure.

“oliverrrr!” you whined out. "let me cum already! pleasee!" through tears, you could still see that bastard's shit eating grin. he was fucking enjoying this, getting off at your desperation while you bucked your hips at nothing. down there, oliver was enjoying the show he put together for himself and himself alone. his thumb ghosting over your neglected clit, his eyes flicking up to your own, pleading ones. you looked like a kicked puppy who didn’t get it’s owner’s attention, just like how oliver liked you. a shit eating grin stretched across his lips as he promptly gave your ass a hard slap before finger fucking your cunny at a furious pace. the noises it made sounded straight out of a porno as the pro player flicked his tongue around your clitty. it was all too much to handle at once, or so you claimed. you knew damn well oliver could see right through your teary eyes, and sniff out your disgusting, whorish fantasy.

“keep cryin’ like that and i’ll stop again, you hear me? i know you can pretty thing..i fuckin’ know you can.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

what a pervert, a proud one at that too! he couldn’t keep his grabby hands to himself all day, something the grew more and more dangerously obvious as the day went on. sneaky hands up your skirt or down your pants, gentle squeezes on your inner thighs inching too close to your wet cunt. the final straw was when you caught him trying to look up your skirt/down your loose pants. dragging him all the way home where he couldn’t even wait to get to the bed and pushed you against the wall, kneeling in front of you while patting his cheek eagerly. clinging onto whatever door frame or counter was nearby as bachira pressed open mouthed, tongue heavy kisses against your spread pussy. he was a messy eater as well, going as far as to even spit on your cunny before diving back in with the intention of drowning in your juices. bachira was full on obsessed. nothing could tear him away from your cunny, no matter how hard you yanked his hair or tried to push his head away. he’ll always come back for more!

“o-oh god..bachira, baby..!” you sighed, clasping a hand over your mouth in a feeble attempt to not alarm the neighbors. bachira quickly noticed and yanked your hand away, staring up at you with the same crazed look he had all day. he didn’t tear his eyes off of you, forcing to maintain eye contact with him as he licked and macked with your ruined cunt. your knees felt weaker and weaker, probably because of the last orgasms your monster of a boyfriend gave you, yet he just refuses to quit! not the stinging pain of you gripping his hair or even your efforts to straight up push him away so he doesn’t suffocate to death in your pussy. bachira, in retaliation, forced your wrists against the wall and gives your cunt a mean spat. you flinched in shock, watching as he simply goes back to eating you out like a madman. fuck, thank god you made it home in time.

“don’t shy away from me! i’m only getting started, my love..don’t you want me to please you? hm?”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)❞

a/n: almost four hundred followers omg.. i love all you freaks mwah!! here is part two as promised. included some requests for characters. aged up! megumi and yuji of course. might do a part three maybeeee? afab body w/no gendered language as usual.

part one.

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. *. ⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he thinks of it as memorabilia. snatching your panties from the floor before you have the chance to put them back on- just something he keeps to remember you bye.

▸ daddy kink. we all saw this coming, right? you call him daddy once and it's all he needs to fuck you into the bed for the rest of the night.

▸ thigh riding. seeing you frotting against his large thigh, desperate to cum, pussy practically drooling for it... his favorite foreplay 100%.

▸ cum play. this man will cum anywhere and everywhere and he'll love it. let him cum on your face, your ass, your chest, your back, down your throat, etc etc.

▸ hatefucking. angry sex after an argument where he takes out all of the stress you caused him on your poor holes :(

▸ breeding. you can give him another baby, can't you? you can make him a daddy all over again, right? just let him cum inside of you as much as he wants, he'll make it happen, he swears.

▸ exhibitionism. you grind against him once on the bar floor and next thing you know he's dragging out to the empty alleyway and pressing you against the nearest wall.

▸ size difference. he's so large, so big, every single part of him practically overtaking you. and he gets off on that fact so fucking hard!!

. *. ⋆ NANAMI KENTO

▸ cockwarming. seating himself inside your warm pussy while he's stuck doing all kinds of boring paperwork. he'll fuck you, he swears, you just gotta sit pretty on his lap for a little bit, okay?

▸face fucking. he loves taking out all of his stress on you. gripping your hair as he uses your mouth mercilessly, bullying his cock down the back of your tight throat.

▸blindfolding. silk ribbons in a variety of colors that he matches to the underwear you're modeling for him. only the best for his lover <3

▸ thigh riding. there's no better way to put him in the mood than pathetically grinding yourself against his thigh, using his body selfishly for your own pleasure.

▸ hair pulling. y'all know that one scene... he pulls at your hair exactly like that. fingers going white with how tight he's tugging at you, manipulating your position until you're face to face with his scowl.

▸ spanking. makes you count for every slap and if you miscount, he's starting all over again. pay better attention to him next time, yeah?

▸ semi-public. yes, he will bend you right over his desk, no he doesn't care there's a meeting going on next door. or better yet, against the window of the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street below it.

▸ phone sex. it really isn't any problem that he's across the country on a mission. even just the sound of your whines over the phone is enough to get him off.

. *. ⋆ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he would say he feels bad about it, but he doesn't. you looked so good in the lacey little things, he can't help but want to keep them for later. even has his own little drawer for them.

▸ masochism. the stinging pain of your nails running down his back is utterly euphoric. and don't get him started on how harshly you tug at his hair when he's eating you out- he can cum in his boxers just from that alone.

▸ breast play. massaging at the skin, feeling the plumpness under his fingertips. sucking at your nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. he's obsessed.

▸ edging. leaving you just on the brink of release over and over again, until tears are streaming down your face. he'll let you cum eventually, you just look so pretty this worked up for him.

▸ marking. oh my goddd do not get megumi started on this. he doesn't know why it gets him so worked up- seeing you covered in the hickeys and bite marks that he's left on you- but it does.

▸ cunnilingus. eats you out like a man starved, like he'll never eat you out again. pulling him away from your poor pussy is next to impossible if he's not yet done with his meal.

▸ mutual masturbation. sometimes you both just need to relaxation of release and nothing more. sitting across from each other on the bed, or maybe side by side, listening to the moans of the other as you both touch yourselves.

▸ dacryphilia. like adoptive father like adopted son. seeing your eyes brim with tears from how good he's fucking you drives him crazy.

. *. ⋆ YUJI ITADORI

▸ ass play. we all know he's an ass man i mean come on?! doggy style is his favorite position just because of it. seeing how the fat of your ass moves with every slap of his hips is fucking addicting.

▸ praise kink. tell him how good he's fucking you and how much of a good boy he is pleaseeee!!!!

▸ toys. he didn't realize how much he would love bringing toys into the bedroom until he sees how hard you can cum around him while he holds a vibrator to your clit.

▸ raw sex. he knows it's stupid, fucking you with no protection. you're pussy just feels so good, so warm, he needs to fuck you raw.

▸ face riding. please sit on his face, suffocate him, he doesn't care. it's his favorite position to eat you out.

▸ overstimulation. poor baby doesn't even mean to overstimulate you half of the time- he just has so much stamina, you understand that, right? and seeing you so flushed and fucked out under him has him so horny. just one more round, yeah? you can do that for him, right?

▸ dirty talk. yuji is a yapper and that doesn't stop when he's fucking you. the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wet just thinking about it.

▸ dry humping. the tension, the intimacy, the panting, the friction?? all of it, it's like a drug to him.

[catcze]

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Cw afab reader, breeding, impregnation kink, manhandling, belly bulge from cock ♡

Sylus takes you apart on his cock like a man playing an instrument. He knows all your tells, all your signs, all your spots like it's the back of his hand. Has spent hours on his hands and knees familiarizing himself with your body— using his hands and his mouth and his cock to see what has you fracturing for him in the most beautiful way possible.

With your legs on his shoulders, ankles hanging limply over his back and locked behind his neck, it certainly feels like this man was put on this earth for the sole purpose of taking you apart at the seams and putting you back together with each thrust and each kiss. His hands are broad and rough on your skin, borderline greedy as they dig into your hips, dragging your pliant body into each of his thrusts. He plays you like you're a doll, manhandling and moving your body to his whim, making your eyes roll each time his hips slap against yours.

You're so lost in the pleasure that he grants you that you hardly realize it when Sylus removes one of his hands from your waist, pressing it instead against your lower tummy, and pressing down slightly like he's trying to feel something, and you whimper.

His breaths are coming out in ragged pants, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes are glued to where his hand rests. He's so deep inside you— so deep, so hard, so thick that you're damn near losing your mind. You gasp when you feel his cock twitch, and groan against the hungry kiss that he presses against your lips.

“Here,” he grunts, lips brushing against your, eyes unfocused from the pleasure and sweat dripping from his brow. You swear that, in the low light of his bedroom, his crimson eyes glow with an unshakable hunger. Unshakable desire.

"W-what?" is all you can manage to gasp, barely able to cling to coherency with how he stretches you out on his girthy length. His hand insistently presses against your lower stomach again, and you squeal as he groans. He can feel himself under your skin, feel himself stretching you out just for him. "What do you—"

“This is where my baby is going to go." His voice is little more than a growl, now. Sylus' eyes meet yours— crimson pools, swirling with love, lust, and a promise. "This is where it’s gonna be when I fuck it into you, sweetie.”