The Eternal Devotion | Roronoa Zoro

the eternal devotion | roronoa zoro

synopsis: it was suppose to be your head in his hands, not his heart in yours. words: 3.4k - part 1 | part 2

o(*≧▽≦)ツdarling’s note: ok! originally this was going to be all in one but i quickly realize that there is too much to add for it to be one part. i had 3 friends edit this and myself so hopefully *fingers crossed* that there are no mistakes. other then that i hope you enjoy this, it's my baby. part 2 hopefully coming out next weekend or earlier

what i was hearing while writing this: sleeping token <3 i highly recommend listening to - the summoning, jaws, sugar, and chokehold!

❯ ♡ ❮

when does a hunter turn into prey? when it falls victim to a trap? or when the hunter no longer wishes to slaughter or fight? it was a frequent question that came upon zoro’s mind when he looked at this bounty. seeing your name with a price, it was any other job he’s taken. every god was the same, every god had taken or stolen from humans. lives, money, wants, or needs all ripped away from the desperate mortals they called.

yet when he stands in front of you, the divine god that he was required to slaughter. zoro was entranced, the wind blowing in the night sky. the moon shining on your figure, your features looked breath-taking even in this lighting. zoro felt his body freeze seeing your pure white coak with multiple slits creating a flowy outfit.

“what brings you here?” you ask, in a friendly tone coming from an immortal being. with the nature of it being around midnight, you unexpectedly didn’t accuse him of trespassing or threatened him with a strike of your weapon. walking down the stairs, wind chimes fill zoro’s ears. the grip on his sword tightens. the nerves he hasn’t felt in years, you’re just any other god he’s slaughtered. nothing more and nothing less.

“i’m here to- '' zoro stops himself, this is where he’ll announce his dramatic entrance. telling the god they would be slain and why. that was until now, you tilt your head, a mortal showing up on your front door in the middle of the night wasn’t the strangest thing you’ve seen in centuries. it still raised eyebrows. you didn't fear the swordsman.

“i got lost, i stumbled upon this place” zoro felt his gut punch him, even the possibility that you would catch his lie would be life threatening.

the fear that you would strike first became stronger the longer the silence between you two lasted. your eyes were captivating, how you stared at him with a glimmer of light. for the first time zoro felt his legs tremble. oh dear, not of fear but of alluring desire he’s never felt before. “poor mortal, let me go find a map for you. i must have some” you turn around. zoro following closely entering your home.

striking you behind your back would make this easy, an easy distraction as you were shuffling through your papers. your home was different from other gods that fall victim to zoro, their homes were filled with riches and gold. marble from all over the land, some of it tacky and some unnecessary. it was never his place to judge what people spend their money on. but was it right when it was the mortal’s money the gods would spend it on? the mortals that pleaded for them to help, to heal their sick children, to make their crops grow during seasons, or to make them drown in riches.

on the other hand you only had barely a quarter of what the others had. your home was traditional, it fit in with the other homes around the town. people came to you in search of help from a friend and not a god. you didn’t promise them false hope nor did you promise to stay. gods had duties and were assigned places. warning them they couldn’t depend on you, with the risk of you relocating at any moment.

“here, take this map. it will take you downtown, they have fantastic views and cuisines” you smile, zoro grabs the map from your hand. seeing multitudes of different trails and names of places. “i have a feeling you’re not truly lost,” you say after he grabbed the map. zoro nearly yanked out his sword to kill you right there and then.

“your earrings, i’ve seen them decades ago at the store here. the maker was one of a kind. he died a few years ago” you raise your hand, caressing the jewels attached to his ear. zoro tenses, this would be the first time a god has ever laid hands on him. “they look perfect on you” you compliment, zoro looks away, glaring at your shelf full of photos. you looked the same age in all of them, still having the graceful presence.

“you’ve probably told other mortals that crap” zoro calls you out. you retreat your hand and look at him, the large scar across his chest. “i haven’t, but if you don’t believe me then i can’t do much about it” you lean closer to him. seeing his scar over his eye. shut closed, the luscious green hair that you don’t see everyday, and the three swords he holds against his waist.

zoro glanced at your direction, seeing your eyes lay on his stomach. the feeding desire in his stomach swirls, wanting to be let go of. zoro was never interested in sex, when given a new opponent that was his ecstasy. nobody could replicate that. you couldn’t be one of lust with your dressing. it was modest, leaving room for zoro's imagination.

you let him go, not wanting to cause any trouble. sending him off with a smile and a wave, zoro held the map in his hand. crumbling it, throwing it to the ground.

why couldn't he do the job?

"the god has been slain" zoro presents his findings. expecting the cash to shortly come after. zoro was questioned about the whereabouts of the head, he had lied. telling them it turned to ash, they didn't question his word as zoro's reputation is that of the infamous god slayer. you wouldn't be the one to be his defeat.

not you. anyone but you.

days later, steps were heard at your front door, getting up from your chair you opened to zoro again. he stood there, his posture straight and his coat revealed more of his chest. caressed by temptation, leading you to invite him for a walk.

"you do know it's not my offering season, zoro" he followed you through a trail of the woods. light bugs revealing the path, the only noise was his own breathing and the snaps of twigs and branches. "but i see you brought me food" you glance at his hands, a few of your favorite foods were in his hands.

your elegant steps, your voice that digs deep into his brain. the dreams of you two felt like a curse, waking up sweaty in his own filth, the familiar swirl of desire left inside him. the barrier between the two. zoro has slayed your fellow gods, left panic and terror in the god's realms yet you don't even lift a finger or carry a weapon around him.

you arrived at the waterfall before zoro could ask a question. standing hearing the chirping crickets, the moon's light shining perfectly on the waterfall, and the terrain was well maintained.

“it’s the most fresh water i’ve seen in decades” you kneel down and let your hand submerge in it. zoro looks at your crouched state. seeing the fishes swim and coexist with the other creatures. “it’s where i go when i want to free my mind” you spoke softly, glancing at the raging waterfall in front of you. the small splashes of water landing on your face.

you leaned closer to see a glowing creature, zoro zoned out before he snapped back to see you had fallen into the water. running after you, you hit the surface of the water. the water made your outfit almost transparent. zoro saw every curve and every detail of your body. zoro blushed and looked away holding out his hand.

“i’m glad the water isn’t too deep,” you chuckle lightly. smiling gracefully as always. the droplets of water on your face, zoro felt his heart skip a beat. why weren’t you wearing anything under your pure white cloak?

“come in zoro” you whisper. pulling him in. the only sound you heard was a yelp before a splash. zoro gets up and sees the distance between the two. he huffs and sees you staring down at his chest. his coat was completely off. zoro’s eyes weren’t any better than yours.

“what are you?” zoro whispers, feeling a pull to you. feet became inches, raising your hand to his cheek. “i’m just a god” just a god like it was nothing extraordinary. “and this god wants to kiss you” you felt yourself lowering your modest persona. you couldn't resist when zoro is just presented to you on a silver platter.

"would you let me?" you ask, pressing your forehead against his. "what are you doing to me?" he whispers, his hand wrapping around your waist. "just what kind of god makes me feel this way?" he feels your legs touch first, the sound of the waterfall covers how quickly zoro's heart is beating.

the cold waters naturally made zoro look for warmth. he waited for the first move, afraid this would be some kind of sick joke you pull on foolish mortals like him. the doubts died down when he saw just how desperate you looked, glancing at his lips.

"just kiss me before i kill you" you chuckle, although what sounded like a funny joke. it was all too real to zoro, if you kept teasing him and kept him on the edge of insanity. he'll have to kill you to save himself and his honor.

pressing your lips against his, zoro felt his eyes widen. the touch of yours, a god's lips on his. he felt the heaven skies and the deep dark corners of hell in that kiss. groaning in your mouth when he put his tongue into your mouth, him gripping your shoulders.

it felt like he was getting swallowed by your grace. your power eating him whole. so addicting giving zoro so little but so much.. he yearned for more of you. the desire for you to feel him, devour him, and make him yours. the soft lighting on your face, your eyes looked into his. your hands never left his waist. holding you close almost like he was priceless.

you rub his waist, placing him closer to the shore. allowing him to sit on the floor of the lake. the wet and sensual night was just beginning. zoro grabs his sword, but you don’t move a muscle.

zoro hated it, hated how you had so much faith in him to not kill you. he was a mortal that was feared by the gods that felt they were invincible. would you allow him to place a knife on your neck? would you surrender and beg for your life to be saved like everyone else?

"you have too many goddamn layers" zoro whispers, a quick slice making most of your layers float away in the pond. more and more of your body was revealed and zoro felt himself gawking at it. looking at your shoulders made him feel childish with how red zoro became.

you grab the sword and set it back down behind him, lifting him up to wrap his legs around your waist. it felt natural but god did he feel embarrassed, the great swordman's getting carried around like he weighed nothing. zoro rubs himself against your stomach, grunting in pain and pleasure. the flow of the water hitting his sensitive cock making him sensitive.

your hand rested on his cheek, staring deep into his eyes. it was like you were hypnotizing him. the taste of your saliva still on his tongue, it was poison and a cure all in one. you made him feel so much more than he's ever had in just one kiss. brushing zoro's hair out of his eye you rut your hips into his crotch, feeling his warm body for the first time.

"are you okay doing this in the water zoro?" you ask him, biting his lobe of his ear. it felt like the other gods in the sky were watching down upon this sinful act. the lust between the two polar opposites. you couldn't care less of what they thought of you. most of them didn't deserve their role, only getting lucky by chance. "well if we do it in the grass, my ass will just be on show for someone that could pass us," zoro complains, you had a faint smile.

"so you only want me to see this ass of yours?" that was the first time you broke the modest persona.. it made you feel more human, making him unknowingly closer to you. the disconnection between his hand to his blade grew.

"if you want me to stop or need a break, just pinch my back" you explained, zoro being confused. leaning back on the rocks. lowering your head under the water, zoro felt your hands grip his thighs. your head pushes between his legs.

"hey! don't you need to bre- oh!" zoro felt your mouth around his cock, licking his tip, taking your time to lick every vein of his. throwing his head back on the soft grass next to him. covering his mouth from making embarrassing noises. zoro rolls his body, gripping your hair. he hisses when you press your tongue against his slit. how the fuck did you know how to please a man so well?

"shit shit shit" zoro tries to resist himself from bucking into your mouth, you liked to take your time. twisting his waist to lay his body on the rocks, supporting him as he moans. soon enough he felt your hands playing with his balls causing the man to almost jump out of the water. zoro felt pure bliss as his cock reached the depths of your mouth. huffing into the inside of his elbow, cursing your name. you pick him up by his upper thighs, angling his body to allow yourself to access his hole, zoro's eyes widen but you jump up from being underwater.

"can i finger you?" you ask, zoro's lips turn into a scowl. blush covering his face. "do you even have the- uh oil for it?" zoro shyly gets out, you lift him up pushing most of his body out of the water. turning him around to allow his ass in front of your face.

zoro was felt like he was going to die of either embarrassment or how hard he was at the moment. the god slayer, the man that brings gods to their knees and beg for mercy, is currently bent over a rock. ass shown to what was supposedly an enemy of his. it felt like some sick fate that brought you two together.

"i don't but who says i couldn't somehow obtain it.." you guided your hand down zoro's back. seeing all types of burn scars, deep gashes, new and old scars. kissing the back of his neck. "i know what you want zoro, but for me to continue you must tell me you want it" you whisper in his ear, he feels your body against his. he looks down and sees his hands gripping the soft grass.

"i want it… is that what you want to hear? just another mortal begging for you gods?" you snicker admiring his earrings that shined just perfect in the night sky.

"1,000 mortals could offer their lives, their dreams, their wishes for me yet they are not worth what you are to me zoro" zoro's stomach sank. looking back at you, you kiss another scar of his. "and what? you fell in love with me after you just met me?"

"i've lived for 1,000's of years, i think i would know what it means to find the one." you stand up. kissing his neck, leaving small hickies on his rough skin. "i don't just fall in love with the first person that gives me some type of attention" you turn his head to look at you.

“i get plenty of that”

moments later, zoro was pudding in your hands. your fingers deep inside him. his groans filled your ears. you insert another finger inside him. the slight push of his body every time you thrust inside him. zoro was too busy blabbing about how you’re a bastard and how good your fingers felt inside him.

“fuck.. i fucking.. can’t stop” zoro looks down between his legs. his cock leaking pre-cum over the grass. your clothes were completely off allowing zoro to finally see all of you. “you’re so beautiful zoro,” you whisper in his ear. finally hitting his prostate head on with one thrust. he silently screams, throwing his head back. your hand slithered underneath his chin. holding his head up.

he sees how your eyes never left his body. not for a second, all your focus on how he reacts makes him more flustered. the pleasure becoming too much where he didn’t care. if you say you love this man you’ll accept his whorish acts. you’ll accept him and his sins.

“i’m gonna cum… shit i’m gonna cum” zoro whines out. your kisses on his neck. breathing in his scent, the pure aroma of sex, zoro moans again when you grip his hair. “my love… my mortal” you whisper. you pour more oil between his ass. hearing the slicking sound of your fingers, he was so wet. his ass taking your fingers so well.

“please.. fuck.. just a little more..” zoro whispers. feeling your fingers hit his prostate again. the drool dripping down his chin. zoro grips the rock for support as he cums. yelling in ecstacy. you continue your pace milking him of every drop of cum. zoro’s felt fatigue hit him, his legs could barely stand on their own. you grabbing his chest preventing him from falling on himself.

“come here, fall into my arms” zoro didn’t protest. laying on your chest back in the lake. he groans, feeling your arms wrap around his chest. “you took my fingers so well,” you whisper in his ears. you had to tread carefully before zoro popped another boner. zoro only responded with a groan, not wanting to give into your invitation.

“care to sleep at my home?” you ask. zoro nods, he'd rather die than let himself explain why he was limping on the way home.

arriving at your home, zoro got set down. you placed his swords next to him, you turned on the water in your bathroom. washing his body for him, letting him borrow some clothes from you.

“it was an offering, it was all they could give at the time” you smile. knowing it would come in handy. zoro thanks you, changing before quickly laying back down. you stand in the doorway, checking up on him once again. “you can stay, rather than standing creepily like that” you chuckle and rest next to him. he sighs and turns his body away from you.

“was it true?” zoro asks. the silence between the two of you breaks. he sees his swords, each filled with the essence of the gods he’s killed. only a reminder of what he was assigned to do. “what are you asking?” you rested your hands on your stomach. staring at the ceiling.

“your whole.. i’m worth 100 mortals shit” zoro whispers, zoro not believing that out of anything in this world to love him. it was an enemy of his. “it was, and it was also 1,000-”

“i get it. message received” zoro brushes you off. he turns his body towards you. turning your head, he sees the glisten in your eyes becoming mesmerized again. ever since meeting you he’s done so many uncharacteristic acts, things he would never do in a thousand years.

“goodnight zoro” you whisper, seeing his eyes slowly start closing. you kiss the top of his forehead. hearing a small snore out of him. if you were asked why you were so attached to zoro you couldn’t answer.

maybe it was you being selfish for a chance or you seeing how battered and bruised he was. zoro was a man that clearly had weight on his shoulders, strength to keep up with and an honor to fulfill. you would be a fool to not know who he was, the slayer that you’ve been warned about after every god’s death. yet you stayed oblivious, ignorant to all of it when you saw his eyes. the bandana on around his arm. the swords he carried and the scar across his chest.

you ignored every sign that came your way. turning your body away from him. not even an hour later, zoro’s shadow rose from the dark. seeing the same sword he used on you to decloth you above his neck. closing your eyes, accepting what lovesick fate you had, moments came and all that came out of it was a grunt of frustration before a soft pat of his body hitting the bed.

silence filled the rest of the night, neither you nor zoro got a wink of sleep that night.

⚣Primal⚣ (male reader)

⚣Notes✦: Male Reader with fire🔥⽕ powers. A little smutty play and a lot of teasing ;) teehee

⚣Summary✧: You are a member of the Young Justice team. An exceptional hero with the power of fire at your fingertips. Your Superhero and codename; Wildfire. During a recon mission to figure out the latest schemes of Doctor Ivo, you guys fall into a trap and Superboy gets injected with a strange purple liquid. Meant, to bring out his primal instincts, it does exactly that, just not in the expected way.

⚣Words✦: 5.1k

likes and rblogs apprecated!♡

ENJOY!⚣

“Wildfire, on your left!” 

You quickly turned in time to see three MONQI robots coming right for you. You dodged out of the way just before they could reach you, but they were quicker than you expected. They turned in your direction and jumped on you before you could even turn around.

“Get off of me!” You yelled, reaching behind and grabbing the MONQI, throwing it off your back. The other two on the sides of your bodies grabbed your arms and hands, trying to twist them into painful positions.

“Ow, you little creeps! I said GET OFF OF ME!” You yelled as flames grew around your body before you released the torrent of energy in a bright flare, effectively toasting the robots. You shook the remaining parts off you, before looking up to see each member of your team engaged in battle with the MONQIs around the abandoned warehouse.

Artemis & Miss Martian were on top of the metal walkways, Kid Flash & Robin were closer to the back while Aqualad & Superboy were at the entrance. You and Zatanna were in the middle and you could see she was starting to get overwhelmed. Just when you were about to move to help, you heard that creepy laugh from behind you, and you turned around to see a crate blast apart.

You managed to throw up a fire shield in time to burn the debris before it hit you, but that didn’t do anything for the sense of dread you could feel in your gut.

‘Um, is it just me or is anyone else starting to think this is a little weird?’ You asked, channeling your communication into the shared mind link Miss Martian established.

‘It is not just you, Wildfire. All the MONQIs are coming from these boxes and the warehouse is full of them. This isn’t just an ambush, it’s a trap.’ Aqualad replied as he sliced through two robots with his whip. ‘Okay, but a trap for what exactly?’ asked Kid Flash.

‘Or who…’  You heard Robin say.

That statement increased the bubbles in your gut. You saw the MONQIs flying toward you and with quick thinking, you released the fire shield into two tendrils that you sucked into your hands. A fiery hue began to glow and creep up your arms as you consumed the rest of the shield before bringing them close to your body in a tuck, whipping both in fast motion outwards and launching two fire arcs that cut through the MONQIs.

You brushed your hands in victory before you felt other hands grab and yank you from behind, letting out a grunt as you were pulled to the ground by more MONQIs. That sickly laugh was in your ears as they crawled all over you. They held your arms back, trying to prevent you from using your powers. Struggling, you tried to build a heat wave, but your concentration kept getting broken as they grabbed your face.

When you couldn’t move anymore, you were about to give up when you heard and felt a crash on the ground, feeling the robots holding down your arm get knocked off. You opened your eyes to see Superboy standing over you, punching and pulling robots off of you. When enough were gone, you quickly got back your focus and blasted the other ones off you.

“I hate monkeys,” You heard him grunt before he reached his hand down to help you up. “You alright?”

“Fine. But, I’m never watching Curious George again.” You replied as you took it and got back on your feet, dusting yourself off.

Conner looked confused for a second before he just gave you a small smile, choosing not to ask.

The sound of a door opening caught both of your attention, turning around in time to see the Doctor himself, running out the side of the building.

“There’s Ivo!” You pointed, seeing the Doctor run through the door with some of his MONQIs not far behind.

Superboy’s smile quickly turned into an angry snarl, as he was about to run straight after him, until a MONQI flew right at his face, wrapping its arms and leg around to prevent being pulled off.

“Superboy!” You shouted, going to help but you didn’t want to throw a fireball as you might risk hitting his face and burning him. Even if he was invulnerable, you didn’t like the thought.

However, you didn’t get the chance as another group of MONQIs grabbed you from behind, this time lifting you instead of knocking you down.

“What the heck?! Put me down you banana-loving freaks!” You shouted as they carried you away in the same direction towards the door Ivo was headed.

Aqualad looked over in time to see the robots carrying you off towards the door, and he turned to see Robin and Kid Flash fighting off the last ones around them.

“Robin! Kid Flash! They’ve got Wildfire.” He shouted, pointing towards the direction you were being taken. They were about to follow behind but were blinded when Superboy tore off the robot on his face and threw it at another box that held more of the laughing robots.

“Superboy! Watch where you throw those things. As if we didn’t have enough to deal with already.” KF yelled as he and Robin got surrounded.

SB didn’t even pay attention to him though as he immediately ran after you. You were pulled out through the door, just as you managed to burn off the robot holding your left arm. The one holding your right arm decided to drop you right at that moment though, letting you fall to the ground, and even though you could fly with your powers, your reaction time wasn’t fast enough as you hit the ground.

“Ugh, I’m gonna feel that one tomorrow,” You groaned, rubbing the back of your head.

“Oh, you will indeed.” You heard suddenly next to you. Your vision was still blurry from the fall you took, but, as it came back together, you saw Dr. Ivo standing in front of you with a smug grin.

You tried to get up or just even blast at him, but your body was still feeling disoriented. Falling on concrete will do that to you. But, both yours and Ivo’s attention were averted when you heard a boom. Looking behind you, you saw Superboy had launched through the wall of the factory and was heading straight for you both.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” He roared, landing a few feet beside you before immediately grabbing Ivo by his shirt and lifting him from the ground. The two MONQI robots came to the defense of their master but were smashed apart each by SB’s free fist.

“Oh, that was a bit excessive don’t you think? And those were my favorites.” Ivo mocked, still grinning even though he was being held up, literally.

Though, while watching the encounter, something in your  peripheral caught your attention, and you looked up to see a MONQI bot moving behind your teammate, holding a syringe with some kind of purple liquid inside.

Your eyes went wide as you realized what was happening.

 “SUPERBOY, MOVE!”

Just as he turned his head, the MONQI dashed forward and plunged the syringe right into his neck, causing him to yell out and freeze in shock from whatever the liquid was.

“No!” You summoned what power you could and threw a fireball at the MONQI, destroying it before it could inject all of the liquid into him, the syringe falling out of his neck and to the ground. The shock wore off, but Superboy was clearly disoriented as his grip on Ivo loosened, letting him fall to the ground as he swayed from side to side before falling himself.

“Well, that was fun,” Ivo mocked, getting up from the ground and wiping himself off, “Now, we'll get to watch him tear all of you apart.” A smirk plastered across his face as he looked to the ground at the unconscious half-Kryptonian. He marveled at his work before his sight ran over the syringe, which still had some of the purple liquid inside causing his eyes to go wide.

“No! The entire dosage must be administered for it to take full effect.” Ivo revealed, whether he meant to or not, running for the syringe.

Quite frankly, you didn’t care.

“I don’t think so.” You muttered, raising your hand and shooting a torrent of fire on the ground, creating a flame circle around the syringe, preventing Ivo from grabbing it.

Ivo growled as he backed away, obviously not wanting to get burned. You saw two MONQIs flying for it and shot two fireballs at them, managing to hit one but missed the other. It almost made it but was struck through its chest by one of Artemis’ arrows just before it could grab the syringe.

You heard a giant boom and felt a shockwave from behind you. You turned back to see your friends running from the warehouse that apparently just exploded , taking all of those other MONQI robots inside with it.

“Robin,” You figured, sighing in relief.

“No! My babies…” You heard Ivo cry as you both stared at the burning warehouse. He tried to make a break for it, but you were back at full strength now. Getting to your feet, you blasted yourself into the air with your body on fire. The anger inside your chest from whatever Ivo did to Superboy feeling like gasoline to the spark inside your chest.

You flew over Ivo spinning around him in a circle creating a wall of fire in your path, trapping him inside.

“No! No! NO!” He shouted as he realized his predicament. He looked around trying to find a way to escape but realized unless he wanted to be cooked like a summer barbeque, there was no way he could. Accepting defeat, he fell to his knees as his head fell in shame.

You had a satisfied smirk on your face, before turning towards the rest of your team, who were gathering around Superboy.

“What happened?” Miss Martian asked as she knelt over him.

You looked towards your knocked-out comrade and the syringe that was on the ground a few feet from him. You dissipated the flames around it so you didn’t tamper with or boil the liquid inside.

“I don’t know, but we need to find out.”

~~~

Your team returned to the Cave, M’Gann carrying Conner with her telekinesis.

“Report.” You heard the brooding tone of Batman, as he stood at the center of the room with Red Tornado, his cloak covering his body.

“It was a trap,” Kal said, being the last to come through the Zeta tube, “Ivo planted those crates in that warehouse knowing we would show up. The crates were full of his MONQI robots, but, they only served as a distraction so Ivo could execute his real plan.” He finished, turning to look at the Kryptonian.

“And that was…” Batman questioned.

You held out your hand, revealing the syringe with the purple liquid inside, “Ivo wanted to inject this stuff into Conner. He almost did, but I stopped him. He said something about getting to watch him tear us all apart.” You said, choosing to leave out the part where it only happened cause you got careless and let yourself get captured by those robots. You didn’t know if the team all felt the same way, but that didn’t help the pang of guilt you felt every time you looked at Conner.

“Hm.” You heard Batman say as he took the syringe from your hand to look at it.

“Apparently, it won’t work though. Ivo said it needed to be fully administered for it to take effect. Effect of what, that’s the only thing he didn’t let slip.” You explained.

“Hmm, I’ll send this to the watch tower to have it fully examined. In the mean tim-”

Before Batman could finish, Conner suddenly awoke, sitting straight up with a groan.

“Conner!” M’Gann exclaimed, rushing to his side.

Apparently, he didn’t like being airborne as he started flailing out of control, letting out grunts and growls, trying to get his feet on the ground.

“Um, I think he wants to get down,” Wally pointed out.

“Oh! Right, sorry.” She said, releasing him as he fell to the ground.

You all cringed as he hit the ground and heard him groan in pain, before looking towards M’Gann with disapproving looks.

She blushed in response, letting out an embarrassed laugh, “Oops.”

You all turned your heads back toward Conner as he got to his feet. He opened his eyes, but you could see that he wasn’t really looking at anything. That’s when you noticed him twitching his nose as if he was just smelling everything around him. You remembered reading something about Kryptonians having extremely heightened senses compared to regular humans when you were studying the heroes in the League and had gotten to the chapter on Superman.

It seemed that statement was true as Conner looked around at everyone, not reacting to anything, but you and everyone else could clearly see he was on guard.

“Conner?” M’Gann called his name.

He turned his head towards her, twitching his nose again before letting what you guessed was a grunt of disapproval, seeing a not-so-pleasant look cross his face as he backed away and covered his nose.

M’Gann looked confused and panicked, “What? What did I do? I didn’t do anything!”

“I think it’s your smell? He doesn’t seem to be taking kindly to it.” Robin theorized.

“But, I showered this morning!” M’Gann said.

“And, you also just came out of a dusty and dirty warehouse after fighting a bunch of rogue crazy monkey robots.” Artemis pointed out.

“Oh, right.” She said, blushing again and scratching the back of her head.

It seemed what Artemis said seemed to be true, as Conner backed away from everyone still covering his nose. That is until he looked towards you.

He paused for a moment, assumingly sniffing under his hand before you heard one of the most aggressive animalistic noises you’ve ever heard. And you’ve literally battled some of the most aggressive animals.

Conner’s eyes went wide as he rushed towards you, causing you to jump in shock as he came towards you and grabbed you by your arms, holding you in place before you could move out of the way. You looked towards his face and saw him eyeing you with the most piercing stare ever. 

As if his regular stares weren’t intimidating enough.

“Uh, hey Con? You feeling better buddy?” You asked, not knowing if you should make any sudden movements or not as Conner just continued to stare at you, tilting his head as if he was studying you.

You leaned your head to the side, “Uh guys, shouldn’t we be trying to do something here?” You asked, as your friends and superiors just stared at you with the most confused expressions. Well, except for Batman and Red Tornado whose expressions never changed.

Then, it got weird.

Something you did had apparently managed to appease Conner as he grunted in what sounded like satisfaction before diving his face forward into your neck, sniffing at the junction between your neck and shoulder.

Your eyes went wide as your friends all looked on in shock, not knowing what to say. Heck, you didn’t know what to say! Your friend and teammate was basically holding you hostage in his grip while sniffing you like you were a freshly baked pie sitting on a window seal to cool!

And worse of all, you kind of liked it.

This was so not helping your crush on him.

“Ookay, so I guess that confirms that it was our scents that were weirding him out,” Robin said, not hiding how uncomfortable he felt watching what was happening.

“So he basically just said we all stink and Y/N smells like a field of flowers,” Artemis said, trying to find something else to look at than the weird display of…affection (if you could call it that) in front of her.

“Well, that makes no sense. If anything, Y/N should be the stinkiest out of us all. The man literally can surround his entire body in fire. I refuse to believe that doesn’t smell even remotely disgusting,” Wally said, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the room, somewhat…until you realized what he said.

“Hey!” You yelled.

“Sorry Y/N, not personal. Though, this is still weird.” He replied, waving his hands towards you and Conner, and whatever was going on.

You were about to respond with a witty comeback, a great one at that. But then, you felt a tongue tracing around your neck and you could literally feel the blood in your body freeze (if that were even possible) and thaw in a matter of seconds, before feeling a tingling sensation in the front area of your super suit. Specifically, your pants.

You needed to end this before it got more embarrassing.

“Uh guys, a little help.” You said, wiggling in an attempt to free yourself from Conner’s grip. But, the boy was literally Superman’s clone, or half clone at least, which meant your struggling was barely doing anything, IF anything at all.

And it seemed to only stir him up more as you heard him growling in your neck, wrapping one of his arms fully around your body, pulling you against his own. He took his other hand and grabbed a portion of your hair and pulled yanking your head to the side and causing you to cry out in pain. He forced your neck wider for him as he began to lick more and even started to suck on it. You could hear a grumble or chuckle vibrating in his chest, guessing that he liked the noise that caused you to make.

“Guys!” You yelled, still struggling.

“Dude, just burn him!” Wally yelled.

Oh, that’s right. You do have powers.

You let the heat inside your body build, feeling Conner tighten his hold around your back against him as he could feel you trying to escape. You groaned in pain, and he seemed to like that, biting part of your neck. You yelped in shock before a blast of fire spiraled out of your body.

Conner growled in discomfort but didn’t let go, huffing in your ears and pulling harder on your hair.

“Alright, buddy boy, it’s been fun and all,” You said, letting another torrent of energy build from your core, “but it’s time to LET. GO!” You yelled, emphasizing the last words while releasing fire between you and Conner’s bodies. 

The discharge was enough for his hold to weaken, and that was just the opportunity you needed to raise your hands to his chest, ignoring (or at least trying to) how good his pecs felt under your hands before blasting fire from your hands. You pushed him forward while pulling yourself back, creating enough space between you to raise your foot and kick off his stomach, breaking his hold.

You grunted as you finally broke free from his arm around your body. And before he could get his bearings, you took your right hand and placed it over his that was holding your hair before conjuring fire in your palm, burning his hand.

He let out a scream, releasing your hair and allowing you to launch yourself away from him in the air, where you were hopefully safe from another ‘smelling’ session.

But, this was Superboy we were talking about. And while he couldn’t fly, he could still jump high enough to reach you. Something, you remembered just as he launched himself at you, screaming out in his usual Conner fashion. But, these weren’t screams of anger, at least from what it sounded like. They were more like, focused…frustration, avoiding the word you knew it actually was. Corny but with an ‘H’.

You moved out of the way in time as he went past you into one of the cave walls. And you flew to the other side, but you forgot that he could launch himself from walls as well.

That ‘H’ word was clouding your mind.

You felt him reach out to snag you and let yourself drop to the ground before he could. At least, your reflexes weren’t totally out. You watched as he just landed on another cave wall, digging his fingers into the rock to hold himself up.

“Okay, is it just me, or is he acting like a- like uh…” Artemis said, confusion holding onto her brain still as she watch the situation unfold.

“Like a monkey?” Wally answered, also watching this weirdness, but in slight amusement. This kind of thing didn’t happen every day. Even for him.

“Yes. He seems to be exhibiting the traits of a wild animal.” Kal pointed out, also watching the madness as you flew from different sides of the cave, managing to avoid Conner’s numerous attempts to apprehend you.

“Hmm, it would seem that whatever Conner was injected with has amplified his most primal instincts. I assume that Doctor Ivo was trying to take advantage of his prominent urge to fight and destroy and use it against us. But, without the full dose, he only managed to strengthen his other ‘aggressive instincts’.” Red Tornado theorized.

“And those would be…?” M’Gann asked though she had a feeling she didn’t want to know.

“To find and mate with a desirable partner.” He answered.

To say your friends felt more than awkward and disturbed was an understatement.

Robin and Zatanna went pale, Kal started choking on air, M’Gann got even greener than she already was, and Artemis started gagging like she was gonna throw up, even Batman shifted a little. Wally, however, seemed perfectly fine as he just started laughing.

“Oh! Well, what’s so bad about that? He just wants to find a friend!” He exclaimed, feeling sentiment towards his super friend until Zatanna tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear what ‘mate’ actually meant, “Wha- OH GROSS! GET A ROOM YOU TWO!”

Yeah, your friends and mentors were witnesses to your other friend, teammate, and crush (though they didn’t need to know that, especially after he & M’Gann literally just broke up) trying to fuck you.

You rolled your eyes at your friend’s comment, focusing on avoiding another one of Conner’s attempts to capture you. Though this time, he wasn’t trying to just merely grab you, but instead trying to knock you out of the air.

This became clear to you all too quickly and too late when you saw him launch off the side wall at you with a shout, but instead of holding his arm out, he had his arm tucked in and was aiming his shoulder at you.

You tried to duck out of the way but were just a fraction of a second too late as his body collided with yours, knocking you both toward the ground. You braced for a hard fall but felt Conner once again encircle you in his arms after he had finally managed to knock you out of flight. He pulled you around and turned his body back just in time for his back to take the shock of the fall.

You felt yourselves sliding until eventually coming to a stop against one of the walls in the hallway.

“Yep, gonna feel that in the morning too.” You groaned, your head falling back against his chest.

Feeling his chest vibrate as he grunted again, you looked up to see him looking down at you in amusement.

“You find this funny sir?!” You shouted at him before you felt him leaning up and raising himself off the ground, with you still entrapped in his arms. When he fully got you both off the ground, he turned you in his arms and pushed you up against the wall, trapping you between, well a literal rock and a hard place. You let out a groan as the air escaped your lungs from the force, Conner growling in satisfaction from it.

He pressed his body against yours, and you could feel what probably had to be the most prominent bulge in the history of bulges against your abdomen as he ground himself against you. The same hand that held you by your hair before found its way there again as Conner grabbed a whole fistful of it, pulling your head back and causing you to gasp. His other hand reached around and grabbed a handful of your ass, which poked out nicely from your suit as Zatanna liked to point out sometimes in teasing.

You squirmed in his hold reaching your arms up, and pushing against his chest trying to escape again, but it only excited him further as he smirked down at your efforts, still grinding against you. You tried to let balls of fire build in your palms, but Conner had quickly learned your tricks, taking the hand that was groping your ass and snatching both of your wrists together with it, placing them on the wall above your head.

Conner had you trapped, and you were officially wet in your suit. Something he definitely took notice of, as you felt his bulge throb harder and his chest rumbled with a loud growl. He leaned down to begin his assault on your neck again, not satisfied with his work from earlier apparently.

You whined out, feeling so hot from this but so embarrassed by the fact that your team was watching this entire thing unfold out in front of them.

Speaking of which…

“Guys! You gonna intervene now or what?” You yelled out, Conner biting your neck a little hard from that.

It was like he understood everything you were doing and saying while still acting like an animal in a rut. Every time you struggled, he pressed himself harder against you. If you tried to burn him, he yanked your head again to break your concentration. The more you whined and groaned, the harder he sucked and bit on your neck, trying to evoke more noises from you. And if you screamed out for help, he growled, like a warning.

‘Shut up or else…’

This was literally something straight out of one of your hottest wet dreams, though, if only it wasn't in the presence of others.

Speaking of again…

“GUYS!” You shouted at your friends, who were all just stuck, not knowing what to do.

“Oh right.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, our bad.”

“I’m sorry.”

“My apologies.”

“Hm.”

“Interesting.”

“This is so weird.”

They all moved towards you, still clueless about what to do in this situation. How weird does something have to be for it to stump two grown adults, not to mention members of the Justice League? Your friends, you could understand as you were all teenagers and this wasn’t something you dealt with every day. 

Of course, Batman and Red Tornado also probably don’t deal with this every day, but they’re the adults in this situation which means they need to act like they’ve dealt with this before!

They moved towards you, slowly, not trying to alert Conner as he continued his ‘ministrations’ on your neck. Though, it seemed everyone today forgot the extent of Conner’s abilities, one of which included his Super Hearing which was amped up by whatever sex juice he was injected with.

You felt a low and deep growl come from him, as he turned towards your friends with a menacing glare towards them, warning them to not get any closer. Everyone paused for a second, reconsidering getting closer as Conner started to act more like an animal that being cornered. At that point, Wally had enough.

“Okay, what are we doing?! There’s 6 of us, and one of him. Let’s just rush the guy. Super strength and all, he can’t hold us all back..” He suggested.

Note for the future. Never listen to Wally ever again.

The second one got too close, Conner went into full defense mode. He pulled back from you, which you thought was a good thing, and almost sighed in relief.

Thought and almost being keywords here.

Conner, releasing the hold he had on your hands against the wall, used it to rip off one of the metal panelings of the cave. Pieces from the exposed part section of the wall fell out on the ground as he chucked the metal slab in his hand at your teammates. They ducked out of the way in time, but it provided Conner the distraction he needed. He grabbed hold of your hands again which conveniently for him never left their place on the wall. He smirked at this while taking the metal he grabbed from the floor and bent it tightly around your wrists, bounding them together, before leaning down and wrapping his arm around your thighs and standing back up, tossing you over his shoulder.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ You thought to yourself as you hung off Conner’s shoulder which was surprisingly not as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

How did no one manage to swoop in with the time it took him to bind your wrists and put you on his shoulder? These people could avoid lasers, energy blasts, and projectiles shooting at them in a matter of seconds, but one slab of metal is enough to throw them off their game?!

Okay, truth be told, you’ve been off your game as well.

It’s been a weird day.

“Guys! I could really use your assistance,” You pleaded from your perch, your legs flailing up and down as you tried to shake and force your way off his shoulder, beating against his back with your bound hands.

Your friends tried to rush him as Wally suggested, but that didn’t work out as Conner just ran and launched himself over them, you watching the ground get farther away, only to see it get closer again as he landed. At least you were able to see your friend's ridiculous looks on their faces as they watched you be hauled off like a caveman collecting his prize.

Alright, who's actually the ridiculous looking one here.

Batman tried to shoot one of his electrical tasers at him to stun him, but he just grabbed the string before it could touch him and yanked it, knocking him off his feet.

Conner yelled out at your comrades, still holding tight onto your thighs as you watched his arm beat against his chest.

At least he was committed to the caveman role.

“This is so not how I expected my day to go.” You groaned, before yelling out as you felt a hot sting on your ass from where Conner just slapped it.

“Are you kidding me?!” You cried.

“Didn’t need to see that!

“Oh, my god…”

“Oh dude, seriously!”

“Now, that’s just rude.”

“That was disturbing.”

“Hm.”

“Interesting.”

“Okay, that’s just dehumanizing.”

You heard your friend's complaints and groans as Conner continue to avoid their attempts to rescue and subdue. Eventually, you just accepted your reality.

“I’m so getting torn apart today.”

Conner seemed to agree with that, adding another smack to emphasize it.

“I thought you all were supposed to be heroes!”

Part Two: Predator & Prey → | Part Three: Captor & Captive →

my favs: your mic isn’t muted!?

prompt: doing some … naughty things with my discord kittens (usage is ironically)

: ̗̀➛ favs featured : nanami, vash, ace, and qrow | gn! reader sub! character

o(*≧▽≦)ツ darling’s note: i just realize... qrow's had nothing to do with a mic, but he's still a gamer so it counts in my book. yes two stories back to back with ace and nanami, i didn't plan it... ace is just gamer material.. (☆▽☆)

now playing: private landing - don toliver, justin bieber, and future

nanami from jujustu kaisen:

nanami hates zooms, can’t most of this stuff be just a simple email. yet all it was, was a whole bunch of dickheads in suits showing off their fancy plaques in the background. better yet, he could tell most of them weren’t even paying attention. not like he was any better; he was also distracted by something of his own.

what was the distraction?

it was under his desk, between his strong thighs. you are forcing him to widen them. licking his tip and pressing your tongue under the glands on his tip. nanami looks down, the dark lust of your eyes, staring right into his. "when are you.. shit.. honey.. please," nanami bites the palm of his hand. gripping the desk, giving a few glances at the zoom. no one had noticed he wasn’t even taking notes of the conference.

"hm?" you pop yourself off his cock, giving him a small grin. "please.. keep going," nanami whispers, his cock twitching in your hand. pre-cum oozing down the tip, you felt yourself throb, going back for seconds on his cock. he leaned back, forcing more of his cock down your throat. "your mouth.. shit.. shit shit…" you grab his hands, tying them up with the belt of his pants that you undid. nanami’s mouth was freely open; no hand could cover the slight drool down the corner of his mouth.

he felt himself trying to break out of the looped belt, tugging against it, especially when you started fondling with his balls, swirling them around in your hand. nanami hisses quietly, rolling his hips into your mouth since his arms were occupied.

you caressed under his thigh, inching closer to his asshole. the cold lube against his hot body, he wanted to plead with you to stop but was fearful of how loud his voice would come out. nanami felt a finger going inside him, a spike of pleasure hit him, knocking the breath out of him. a loud gasp left him.

suddenly the speaker stopped. nanami looked at his computer; his mic was unmuted.

"nanami is there something wrong?"

how does one explain to their boss that their current partner is fingering his aching hole?

vash from stampede:

vash wasn’t sure what was in the air. was it the new season? finals coming up? or you? having a crush on your best friend is never fun, especially if you don’t know their true feelings. the brushing hands, the long staring contests, and the slight glare of lust you had when he had come out of swimming class.

college was tough and kicked his ass, yet every night playing video games with his friends never failed to relieve some of that stress. it was just him, nicholas, meryl, nai (who rarely joined, he had taken almost every difficult class possible, making gaming his last priority), and you. 

it was just any other night, everyone was here. while playing an online first person shooter, agents were selected and everything was fine. that was until the next round, when you decided to stay behind on one of the defending sites, earning the enemy the chance to surround you.

"guys! they are all coming here!" vash hears you yell into the mic. urgency in his voice as he said he was on his way. your character stays crouched in the corner, holding line of fire, the steps of the enemy getting closer to you. 

one of them turned around, announcing your character’s position. all of them surrounding you, before a gun was fired. vash had stood behind them, his character shooting all of them. you widen your eyes, seeing the victory announcement across his screen. 

"holy shit! i could fuck you right now!" you cheered into the mic, meryl groaning in disgust. she had gotten used to it, gamers had their own ways of expressing their excitement. "please do," vash whispers, assuming his mic has been muted. the call went silent. 

nicholas breaks the silence, "let’s go for another?" suggesting a topic change, while vash groans into the palms of his hands (muted this time). a ding could be heard, vash raising his head. 

"you mean that?" vash gulped, telling the group that he would have to get off early.

vash heard a knock on his door and got up. brushing the dust off, opening the door, he sees you in your sleepwear, out of breath. "should we confess first or do it after i fuck you dumb?" you were a bit feral. vash blinking a few times.

"both?" vash rubs the back of his neck, laughing quietly.

you made him get off another way that night.

ace from one piece:

challenge: dean stop using gifs from this scene... failed

ace snacked on some popcorn, the loud chewing in the mic. you sigh, ace starts chuckling. "you’re lucky i’m on vacation right now, or else you would be in a chokehold." pretty please.. ace’s massive crush on you was a little shameless, constantly flaunted himself to you.

"hey! hurry up, we are leaving!" ace heard something in the background; it seemed like one of your friends was calling you. you acknowledged them, pausing the movie. "and where are you going?" ace puts down his popcorn, sitting up. "some nice place, i’ll send a photo. but i have to go now, i’ll see you later." ace hums, waiting for the photo. you left the call, ace is still in it. assuming you wouldn’t take too long, it was the weekend and he didn’t have anything to do. the sound notification appeared, ace clicking on it to see a fully naked photo of you. he widens his eyes. god he should stop looking at it. he should delete it and wait for you to come back to fix the mistake. yet he finds himself, huffing into the mic. what seemed like primal lust overcoming his sensible mind.

lowering his pants, he checks the photo once more. closing it out, feeling a sense of nasty guilt. remembering how your body looked—the lewd pose—you did this on purpose. how could you not? fuck, he was throbbing in his pants. ace holding his shirt up with his teeth, his pants reaching his ankles.

the first stroke was just the start, it was almost like a disaster, once it started it was nonstop, rapidly getting faster. "…fuck, come on please" ace groans into the mic, it wasn’t enough. he needed something…something to just get him over the edge. opening the photo again, ace had to tighten his grip around his cock, for fear of cumming so early.

"why…why," ace pleads, shaking his head. bucking his hips into his fist. his hand getting soaked in precum. slouching over his desk, looking down at his pathetic hard cock. he was so close, so fucking close. all he needed was your voice, or even better, your touch. ace hated and loved controlling his orgasm as if he were already yours.

"ace.." he heard your voice saying his name, and the rest turned into a mush of words. ace cums into a napkin, moaning your name. feeling panic, but quickly it died, realizing he had probably muted his mic before starting this session.

"did you just moan my name?" you ask in the voice chat. ace sobered up from his orgasm quickly, seeing his mic was indeed unmuted the entire time. going back to the chat, the photo is gone. "i’m sorry i had sent that photo, but i see you didn’t mind it" you chuckled, glad that ace had the same desire for you as you had for him.

qrow from rwby:

DEAR GOD THIS UILF ???????

you stood in front of qrow, who was leaning back on the couch. snacking on whatever he could find in the kitchen. "yes dear?" he asks. moving his head to try to see the tv behind you. "remember when you said you were better at games than me?" you grinned, and he nodded. pausing the tv. placing the remote on the armrest. leaning back, his legs spread open. it was inviting but you had another plan in mind.

"i have a challenge for you," you grin. qrow nods.

"you are seriously a pervert," qrow mumbles, sitting on the couch. his pants and boxers on the other side of the living room, he sighs, feeling the vibrator shift in his asshole. "you accepted it! you’re just as much of a pervert as me," you grin, kissing his lips. you saw how quickly he agreed with the idea.

"the rules are simple, just don’t die." you lean your head on your hands, sitting next to qrow. he presses start, a little nervous seeing his character spawn in. what he didn’t know was that the save file was on the hardest difficulty, which he quickly noticed after seeing his character die on the first boss. feeling slight vibrations in his ass, he widens his eyes. "what the-" another death happened when he was too focused on giving you a stink eye. another level, qrow grips the controller. almost crushing it under his palm.

"come on, pay attention," you signal at the screen, and another wave appears in front of qrow’s character. he bites his lip, shifting in his seat. earning the vibrator to go deeper into his ass, almost touching his prostate. "shit, you fucking—no, turn it off now" another loud yell came not from qrow but from his character. another death, another level. no safe word was said, allowing yourself to smile innocently at the man.

qrow had to survive until the last setting. how hard was that? it was a bulletproof plan!

then that last setting came. qrow was shaking, after his third time cumming and some blanks, he was just barely at the second stage, bucking his hips into the air as he came again for the fourth time. gripping the controller in his hand and resting his head on the couch, trying to catch his breath.

he saw your evil grin on your face, knowing the only thing that would stop it was him admitting defeat.

violentine | edward cullen x reader

a/n — the pics don’t really match, cant find anything red for eddy boy😪 meant to get this out last week for v-day (vampire day, valentines day, you name it) but work and school and work and school and work and school and work and school and work and you get my point

summary — Edward visits on Valentine's day. . . right as it starts.

warnings — straddling, m@sturbation (Edward), solo sex, one watches (the reader)

words — 2k

~~~

Click, the sound emanated from your window. Click. There it was again. You assumed that it was rain—harsh pellets hitting your window as the seasons changed from the cold and bitter winter to the warmth and love of the soon-to-arrive spring.

Click. Again, there it was, like an incessant beg from the clock on the wall, reminding you to spend the time you had with a passion that should never die. Expected but unfamiliar was the sound. On the fourth, most obnoxious click, you stammered to the window in total darkness. Edward stood out from the shadows, a large bouquet of some breed of flower in his one hand as he readied his aim with another pebble.

He dropped it when he saw you slide the window open. "I was about to invite myself in," he called up to you.

"Edward it's—" You paused, glancing over at the clock that hung on the wall over your bed. Both hands pointed up, but one was dipped by the other by only a fraction, caught in its arms. "Twelve-o-one."

In a flash, he was up through the window and standing in your room. "That's a minute too late. Happy Valentines day."

You could see what was in his hands better—a clump of white petals stemming into individual flowers—roses was their name. White roses, it must have been a joke since he sucked all the red pigment from their folios.

You could also see his attire, clean and layered with an expensive watch to match and the usual mess of hair that looked like he had just woken up, even though he never needed a wink of sleep to look as gorgeous as he was. All of it was a sharp contrast from your relaxed attire; pajama bottoms and a loose-fitting tee. You felt painfully under-dressed in the moment, and unprepared, as you too had a gift. The only difference was that your gift was still as naked as you, lacking any wrapping paper or disguise to keep an aura of mystery, much like Edward's presence so early into the new day.

"They smell good," you thanked, taking them from him and setting them down on a nearby surface in your room. You made a mental note of getting a vase later for them while rushing to dig out Edward's surprise.

"If only you knew how yours makes me feel," he confessed.

"I think I have some idea," you teased, retrieving the object and returning to where he was. Edward retracted his arms from both sleeves of his jacket; yours were occupied with keeping his gift hidden behind your back as if it would actually keep him from seeing it. His panoramic senses had a way of ruining surprises, but you hoped that he wouldn't cheat the system this time. "Hey, I got you something. It's, uh, modern—something from my time that—"

"Stop trying to sell me on it. You bought it—I'll love it, no matter what." He went to reach around you, already tired of the charade, but you beat him to it and handed him a small plastic package that contained a jockstrap. Edward took it and his face fell before turning up and wrinkling into a smile. “You want to see me in this? I don't—no—I can't."

After a bit of convincing, you stood at one end of the room while Edward changed in the corner, keeping your eyes covered and closed per his request. The room was silent aside from the shuffling of fabric against itself and skin. A stone-chipped god such as himself made no creak in the floor, leaving you to be unsure of when he actually got the thing on. So much shuffling and movement. Maybe this was a necessity, because he must have had layers and layers and suspenders and knee-high socks on for it to take that long to change.

"Take your hands away but keep your eyes closed," his alluring voice commanded; soft but clear from beyond the distance between you and him.

The breeze around you shifted, and there was almost a palpable feeling of understanding to open your eyes. So you did, and the sight before you crossed purposes. An old face trapped in immaturity—a chiseled body made for a different time, now contoured by something non-contemporary. Perfect, if only by gradation.

Edward played dumb, "How did my clothes end up all the way over there?"

"How did you end up all the way over here?" You angled back at him, playing dumber.

"I think yours would look good with them," he spoke, never tearing away from your gaze—not even to blink.

"Me too."

The words were an invitation. He scaled down your neck with light kisses, undoing the wrapper of loose clothing and lingering smog from the end of yesterday, clouding your mind only with the feel of him. Such a violent creature treating his quarry so tender and soft. He reached the thin layer shaping your outline—your skin—in a matter of seconds, your slothful clothes now mingled with his formals. One piece in particular stood out to you, his boxers. He had done it, and you looked down to see the various straps hugging him nicely.

"Too small?" They looked like the aftermath of attempting to strangle a swan. Something so elegant as him weighed down by the brutality of sexual thirst.

"Maybe, if a little in the front," Edward gave a half-effort smile and a small laugh to go with the comment. Unlike Edward, the venomously teasing words left a lot to be desired.

"I'm serious!" You shoved him away, watching him take a few steps back and stretch the elastic conforming to his sculpted thighs and cadaverous backside, filling out like binary crescent moons. You couldn't fathom that, even stumbling, he made it look intentionally graceful. You flopped onto your bed, the cushion acting as quicksand as your sluggishness returned from being abruptly woken up. Though, you trudged on, determined to stay awake. If a man such as Edward had forgone sleep for decades and still looked the way that he did, then you could do it for one night.

His hands reached down to the crotch, which was the only piece of fabric actually covering something, and he readjusted it, "I'm just not used to it, is all."

"But I could definitely get used to that view," you joked, watching him spin around like a puppy-dog chasing its tail as he tried to fix one of the straps in the back. "Now, all I need is that baseball jersey to go with it. When I see that, you can suck me dry."

Edward found himself wading on his knees over lumps of mattress, "Speaking of. . . I hope you're not tired."

With a knee on either side of you—which to his unbecomingly hairy thighs and thin straps hooking around to his backside and to the thin belt encircling his lean hips—you answered him in defense, saying damn near anything to get to the furtive confines made of cloth and elastic, "I couldn't be. You're my nightmare—my adrenaline."

"Then you should start fighting me," he leaned down to whisper. But the tiredness bordering his bold contingence in your mind kept you down, and Edward physically preventing you from getting up didn't make it much easier. He sat, straddling your torso with enough care to make the pressure applied known, but not daunting, "If you can, that is."

"Why would I? You never take the opportunity to do anything fun," you whined.

He kept his face close to yours, looking it over as he remarked: "Risking your pretty face sounds fun?"

You refused to let up on the feeling. A relationship was more than words and vague actions of romance like showing up at your house at midnight. You simply wanted a little more. "I just wish we could have some more contact during a time like this."

"No one wants to go to space when they first see it; they just stare, mesmerized by stars and light in the sky. Let me have that—let me give you that," he begged.

"Sometimes it feels like you're all talk," you spat with a passion. Edward was easy to love for his profound outlook on things thanks to his time spent in various places, but it became easy to hate when that was all he offered at certain moments. But, to your surprise, he caved.

"Then you do it. Tell me everything you would do if you had dictative will over me."

In what seemed like a rebuttal, he pulled himself out of the jockstrap from the side. You could see a light gathering of hair around the pubic bone, easily identifiable by the thin area due to the absence of excess fat.

You paused, taking a moment to think. Even then, you struggled to string together something to say, "I'd. . . taste you? Fuck, Ed, I don't know how to phrase it."

"No that's good, keep going," he seemed to like the effort, at least. He went from a half-chubbed cock to something harder with the ability to bob in the air on its own for a few seconds.

You decided on what you would do, answering him with certainty, "I would—I would kiss you. All over—everywhere."

"Everywhere?" He asked, tugging thoroughly at himself. He ensured that his hand met the base and worked its way up to the tip in a screwing motion, twisting around his shaft for a heightened sense of pleasure.

"Every imperfect fold and bit of skin that sparkles, Ed." He liked that idea, too. Edwards face twisted from it's set of gorgeous placement to a strong expression of pleasure.

"What else?" He huffed out, feigning a loss of breath. Maybe, he was simply putting on a show.

"What do you want to hear?" You watched his thin core falsely heave in a breath and exude it, cold wind emanating from him as he let out a moan. It was a show, but it was a damn good one. His own ideas got to his head before you could say anything to make them enticing.

"What if we got a house one day? What would I come home to?"

"Me, your undoubtedly happy partner, waiting inside a small house. White pickets on the lawn, cloudy days with the blinds shut—we can't have anyone knowing you're a vampire," you laugh at how ridiculous it sounds, "The two of us would likely be crowned 'the weirdos in Forks,' and there would be long-running rumors about how no one goes in and comes out alive. The neighbors see us every now and then, but we're reclusive, spending every night and day making love, Ed. We'll give ourselves up to instincts and love."

"And when we are making love?" The motion of his hand picked up speed, but not to the degree of his running feats, rather, only a bit faster than what you could average when you were pent up. Though, you weren't nearly as big as him. You used it as a reference for your last point.

"I'll wear one of your shirts—that button-down right over there, coated in your scent, but you can still smell the red ocean inside me. We'll kiss, like I said, a lot. And I think for my first time with you, I'd want to swallow your. . . venom. Make you feel like you're human again."

That's when he came, spewing his own, cold release over your chest and a bit spraying on to your sheets, staining it with him. You noticed that the color was a bit darker than the regular human dickspit, but it was an extension of him in his most raw form. Edward sped over to fish out his shirt from the piles of clothes on the floor. He came over, carefully dabbing up his mess and tossing the shirt to you when he was finished. He remarked to himself, "Wash it, or not. I'd prefer it if you didn't, but I won't judge cleanliness."

You started drifting in and out of the realm of sleep, disappearing to a place Edward couldn't wander to. He hastily asked one last question, "Did you mean everything you said?"

"Every time you ask."

can we cam up? eren yeager x male reader

w.c: 4.3k

genitalia terms: dick, cock, hole, fuckhole, cunt (1 time), pussy (1 time)

WARNING: spit, blowjob, rimming, anal (obvi), creampie, dirty talk, humiliation, filming, degradation, humiliation, nerd!eren, jock!reader, intoxication, may read kinda dubious but it’s 100% consensual, light d/s dynamic, alcohol, weed mention, dumbification, eren compares you to a hentai character one (1) time bc he’s deranged

a/n: i was kicking my feet twirling my locs screaming into my pillow writing this and it shows. also eren has a BIIIIG phat crush on you but i didn’t wanna get too into it… you definitely remember him, probably even sexted him w/o even knowing it was him

Let’s get one thing straight: You're not an arrogant man. Not at all— in fact, you’d consider yourself to be quite humble. This night may be about you and your winning score, but you’re humble about it. Considerate, even. So you feel no guilt when you accidentally spill alcohol on someone’s shirt, explaining that if they can somehow find you on instagram and send a DM, you’ll pay for the laundry and potential damages. The stranger peers at you with a funny glint in his green eyes as his hands pull the wet fabric apart from his skin, his glasses falling down the arched bridge of his nose.

You shrug and wave to your teammates, your football jersey loose on your form as you make way through the frat house’s large interior. Music blares in your ears for the millionth time tonight, the bass rattling your skeletal system with each increasingly tipsy step you take. Grinding, flushed bodies invade your vision, all around you as you shimmy through the sea of bodies to pour yourself another generous shot. Cool, blue rays of strobe lights dance and flicker across your eyelids. Warm, pink rays that caress your cheek like the confines of your safety helmet, the vinyl of your mouth guards. It overwhelmed you at first, so bright and unapologetic as your eyes adjusted and focused.

Somewhere beneath the tranquil hum of alcohol flowing through your veins you can feel your phone buzz in your pocket, rippling through your skin and sobering you up just a little.

Your girlfriend.

She’d been blowing up your phone all night, something along the lines of forgetting her gift for your anniversary— what was a few weeks, anyway? — and how ungrateful you were for yours. She was a good lay, a quick way to resort to getting your dick wet on particularly lonely nights; when you couldn’t stand the sound of silence dancing around your head. But that was all.

You shake the thought of her squawking voice the second you find Connie, surrounded by sorority girls with glossed lips and pink-tinted eyes. Finding solstice in his company, they’re huddled relatively close, knit together in some sort of baked clique. He’s perched over a bong, lighter in hand as he inhales the fumes with muffled haste. Pothead.

Your hand finds the crown of his head, palm nestled in the bristles of his buzz cut. Noone is allowed to touch Connie’s hair, at least not when he’s coherent enough to stop them. It usually ends in flying fists and bruised cheekbones, but all the man sends your way is a hazy glare. Someone punching the university’s all star just isn’t a good look. Especially when he’s pretty and popular with the public.

“Do that again and I’ll throw this bong at your head.” It’s an empty threat, clear of malice and slurred on Connie’s bitten lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” You steal the smoke exuding from his mouth, swishing the fog in your mouth a few times before blowing it back into his face. “Never again. Scouts honor.”

You shoot back up, mind reeling and posture straightening as a particularly pretty cheerleader hands you a bottle of something you can’t quite make out. It’s brown and rich though, smacking against the glass as you take a swig and chase it down with Connie’s leftover beer of all things.

One thing leads to another and suddenly you’re trapped between sobriety and full on plastered drunk. You remember chugging something sickeningly sweet, despite it leaving a harsh burn in the back of your throat as you took in a deep breath of victory. There were many eyes on you, loud cheers reverberating off the walls as you’re hoisted into the air for your skillful performance and high-fived by your frat brothers. But there are those green eyes again, staring straight through you with a look you can’t quite place.

Not that you can place much. You’re shitfaced.

He smells good, you later discover. There’s a strum of wind as he pushes forward and straight by you, weaving through the crowd like he’s invisible. The swaying of bodies— the sight is still so freshly imprinted in his brain, and it makes his head swim while liquor glides across his tongue, clumsy and inexperienced. He must not get invited to parties often. Or maybe he does, and you’ve just never noticed him.

He’s quite nerdy, some sort of graphic design on his stained shirt that resembles that of a video game or cartoon logo, and a poor excuse of a beard litters his chiseled jaw. And oddly handsome, pale face flushed from the alcohol, pink and pooling at the apples of his cheeks as he stares at you expectantly. But you’re not into men, and all the shots in the world couldn’t get you to even think of advancing with one. He quirks his thick brow in passing, settling back into his seat with a depleting mumble you can’t make out under the loud music.

But the alcohol paired with the sultry music-choice is doing things to you, you can’t help but stare longer than you should when he swallows down his adams apple, throat bobbing as he downs a fruity drink. His tongue darts over his lips, quick and steady as he nods along to the bass. You’re thinking with your dick, pushing past the batting lashes of cheerleaders and curvy bodies of sorority girls until you’re uncomfortably close to the guy who won’t stop looking at you.

“Do you- do you have a staring problem?” You ask, a slight slur to your voice as your face leans in close enough to count the nerd’s lashes individually.

Just to reiterate, you’re not arrogant. In the slightest.

He jumps back in response to the evasive question, strands of hair falling over his glasses as his emerald eyes roam your face. The lines are blurring now, his nerdy, almost irritating face looks kissable and inviting— his parted lips look warm and skilled. You can smell the pineapple on his tongue, sweet and citrusy.

“You heard me,” You hiccup straight into his face, watching his gorgeous features distort into something not even remotely akin to disgust, which makes confusion rack your brain. “Do you talk, or what?”

Your tongue is sharp, much to Eren’s chagrin. You’re too pretty to talk to people like that, especially him. He may look the way he does, but that doesn’t mean you can talk to him like that. It’s not like he can’t recognize a brat when he sees one. Usually, you’re a bubbly team player— everyone likes you, even if they say they don’t. Still, he shakes his head, humoring your drunken irritation. He understands, at least a bit, as he has a natural temper of his own.

Truthfully, Eren has been keeping his eyes on you for the past millennia. It started when he accidentally walked in on your practice, a sunny day that simply got brighter when he saw your face, cheerful and bright as you joked along with your teammates— Jean, Reiner, Levi? Was it? It didn’t matter, his focus was on you.

You and your sinfully tight compression shorts. You and your hands that curl into fists as you grasp at his sheets like a lifeline, as if holding them tight will somehow keep him inside of you, right where he belongs.

You and your stupid football that’d smacked him right in the face at full speed. But it was in his favor, you came running over apologetically as he rubbed away the blooming bruise. Your voice was sweet then, a melodic chirp that he couldn’t stop thinking about since then. He wants to hear it break.

It seems you too always meet at the expense of his dignity. But not tonight.

“Your phone is buzzing,” Eren grunts, sliding his glasses back up his nose and turning his head away. His glasses are fogged up, but it might just be saving his pride. He’d rather not get hard in front of the person he’s been fantasizing about for the past few months, not when you clearly had no recollection of him. He doesn’t blame you. “My bad. I’m not, yknow, stalking you or anything.”

“Oh, because staring for hours and stalking are very different things,” You’re staring at his lips now, ignoring the vibration in your hand. The second your phone screen lights up you slam it face-down into your front pocket. There isn’t an ounce of remorse in his voice, like his response is calculated and open-ended. “What if I like that?”

Your eyebrows wiggle, even with the mind splitting sensation of your brain beating against your skull. Almost as hard as your heart hammering in your chest. Eren’s scoff is barely audible over the music, but the comment has his heart racing.

You pull him in by the collar of his t-shirt, fists bunched up in the dark fabric as your lips press against his. It’s feverish and sloppy, your teeth occasionally grazing his own. His mouth is hot and wet, fruity essence on his tongue as it slips past your lips and into your mouth. You’ve never had a kiss feel this good. He nips at your bottom lip, pearly teeth digging into the skin until he feels you make an embarrassingly high pitched noise in your throat.

There’s a twinkle in his teal eyes as his posture straightens, slowly leaning back to catch a breath of fresh air (as fresh as it can get, anyway). You watch him readjust his position, lifting his hips instead of his actual body, practically rutting into the thickening air as he shifts. His bubblegum lips curl into a lazy smile as his fingertips circle the rim of the red solo-cup he’s been drinking from. “What if I like you?”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“Your phone just doesn’t shut up, does it?” There’s clear agitation in his voice, his arched eyebrows furrowed as your feet carry you somewhere much more secluded. Eren trails behind you, his eyes glued on the mound of your ass as you walk. He has to help you occasionally, without even knowing the layout of the place, just so you don’t fall over. The light shine of your phone screen emits across your hip, and he can see the contact of whoever it is that’s so deeply desperate for your attention.

Too bad it’s all on him.

“I’m a pop— popular man.” You finally respond, shutting the door behind you to what Eren assumes is your bedroom in the frat house. It’s between two other bedrooms and across from three more, with a sizable closet that holds more trophies than clothing.

“Can see why, pretty mouth like that,” The words slip before he can think, but it’s worth it to see the way you oh, so conveniently hiccup in response. The implication of you being some type of campus whore makes your throat feel tight, and you can’t help but twitch in your tight pants. “Talks a lot of shit, though.”

“You talk too much.” Correction: he doesn’t talk enough. But you shut him up with a kiss anyway, hungry and frantic because whatever this is, whatever you feel when you look at him, you don’t want it to end. His hands travel under your shirt, cold from his previous icy drinks, and you squirm under his palms. He spreads goosebumps across your skin, and when his fingers brush the bud of your nipples you can’t help but jolt where you stand.

A malicious grin snakes across Eren’s face, all teeth and predatory as he runs his tongue over his sharp canine teeth. “Been thinking about fucking you for weeks. The whole time we were talking, all I could think about was shoving you down on my dick.”

Oh. Your cock aches at that, which is almost already too much for you, you’ve never done this before. Not with a man, not with someone who looks at you like they’re going to devour you whole. You swallow hard, alcohol dispelling from your body the more blood rushes south, and suddenly you’re on your knees, unbuttoning Eren’s jeans with trembling hands.

The door locks behind you, a small click that only the two of you can hear. You look back up at the nerd, who’s watching you intently with a smirk.

He’s a complete juxtaposition to his appearance— if you were a bad man you’d call him a loser, but he exudes dominance and power. You want to wiggle under his gaze, shifting your weight between knees. Eren’s large hands cradle your face, oddly tender and affectionate as he rubs your cheekbones, slowly sliding them to the sides of your head. He lifts your gaze, forcing eye contact.

His glasses hang low on his nose, clouded from his breath as he lets out a satisfied sigh. You want to pull on his hair, flyaways barely reaching the base of his neck as the rest remains in a ponytail.

“This okay?” His tone is beyond sincere.

“Yeah,” You breathe, momentarily losing yourself in the forest of his irises. Blinking rapidly, Eren removes his hands from your head to free himself from his jeans, his long cock decorated in a small vein that disappears below his head. It’s pretty, arched against his stomach and dripping onto his shirt. The leaking precum makes you wonder how long he’s been hard. “Yeah. This is—this is more than okay.”

“Open,” It’s more of a command than anything, Eren’s very hands on, his fingers slipping into your mouth to pull at the corners of your mouth. Your tongue covers your teeth, your mouth watering as his salty fingertips graze your tongue. His other hand is busy working at the head of his cock, twisting smooth circles over the slit until it crashes down against your tongue. Again, and again, and again. “Good boy.”

You find yourself drooling on your jersey, sucking in a deep breath through your nose as his tip rests on your tongue. He goes slow at first, letting you suck on the tip while his fist roams his shaft. You’re a big boy, he knows you can handle much more than just the head— even if he is thick. Your eyes water immediately, gagging instinctually as he shoves his dick deeper into your mouth. “Say thank you.”

Before you can pull away with an answer, both hands return to the back of your head, holding you in place. He encourages you to breathe through your nose, cooing at your inexperienced efforts to catch the drool escaping your mouth, and even goes as far as to wipe one of your tears, “Gonna thank me? F’letting you be such a good, warm n’ wet hole for me?”

You feel yourself nodding, blinking hazily as he rocks in and out of your mouth. There’s a sound you don’t recognize coming from your throat, squelching and soaked, and it has you whimpering on the mouthful of cock. You don’t mean to make such a pitiful noise, but it feels so good, letting yourself go a little brainless over a cute boy.

You slurp loudly— not on purpose, but it earns a throaty chuckle from the man above you. He pulls out to let you breathe, his cock slowly sliding up your throat and past your lips until all you can do is whine and lean forward, lips wet with spit. The tears in your eyes spill unabashedly, your face nearly crashing against his dick.

“Thank you.”

“Hm? For what?”

You want to groan, to bang your fists against the wall because he’s being so mean. He knows what you mean, you know what you mean. Regardless, still focused on his cock just inches away from your face, you moan against nothing. It’s a light noise, breathy and quiet but effective enough to make his cock jump. “Please, please— I mean- fuck, thank you for letting me be…yours.”

Eren tuts, feigning annoyance as he grips your chin between his fingers, digging into the soft skin so you’re actually focused on his face. You smile into his palm, eyelashes batting against your cheek and he just can’t help but spit onto your cheek.

“What, d’you just go dumb the second you see some dick?”

You’re barely listening, instead grinding against the fabric of your jeans because his touch treatment has you feeling some kind of way. “Does your girlfriend know her boyfriend’s a cockslut too? Does she know other boys spend their nights getting your holes wet, fuckin’ you in the same bed?”

It’s much easier to hear the vibrations in your pocket now that you’re alone, the only barrier between you being the muffled music on the other side of the door. Eren’s hand leaves your jaw, and you have no complaints when he helps you to remove your jeans.

The jersey can stay on, though. He wants to fuck you in it.

He pushes you into your bed, watching you bounce in the mattress in nothing but your jersey, and helps himself into solely his birthday suit. You’re just as exposed, seemingly moreso, as he pulls your bottom half into his lap. It’s an odd position, not anything you’re used to, maybe your exes and past hookups— but never you.

Eren hunches over, his breath tantalizingly close to your hole. First, he licks a fat stripe across the surface, holding your thighs open when they threaten to instinctively close. You can’t prop yourself up on your elbows at this angle, your feet dangling over his shoulders while he holds you up. The nerd is stronger than he looks.

His tongue is hot and wet, and you feel yourself clenching when a glob of spit lands on your hole. He massages it in with his ring and middle finger, and your body finds itself squirming against his touch. You expect fingers, one at first, maybe, then another. But instead he uses his tongue, lets it dip inside and lap at your insides. Eren looks hungry, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he spreads you open and holds you there with an iron grip. A punched-out “Eren!” leaves your lips the second his tongue is lapping you up, leaving tingles up your spine and smog in your brain.

He kneads his fingers into the fat of your thighs, nipping occasionally where your skin folds into your ass, just to get another choked whine out of you. And, oh, you whine. The intrusion isn’t unwelcome, in fact, the feeling of Eren’s face slick with his spit as he tries to get his tongue as deep as he can into you makes your toes curl. You fist your bedsheets, finding comfort in the pillows you’re pressed into, and go as far as to hold yourself open for the man while he goes to grab something.

“Oh, baby. You shouldn’t have,” You shiver at the sound of his dark chuckle, and squeal when his ring finger finds a spot next to his tongue. “Look at that. Hole’s leaking. You just sit here and look pretty while I fuck it on my tongue, hm? Think you can do that?”

“Mhmmm, mhm, yeah! I can— I can do that, ‘Ren.” You sound like a bitch, with your nose buried in your pillow as you moan with every brush to that special spot inside of you. Your cock jumps against your stomach, leaking into your belly button and down your chest. Your jersey is ruined, but so are you, especially when Eren rubs your cock once, twice—

Holy shit. You’re cumming.

“That’s it, come on, give it to me.” Your jersey catches it all, right over your reserved number and embroidered nameplate. Your brain is too fried for you to care, tears streaming down your face as your hole flutters on his tongue and fingers. Sensitive now, moreso than you were before, you whimper and shimmy in Eren’s lap, simultaneously moving toward and away from his touch. He keeps you where you are though, staring at your blissed out face through clouded glasses and licking his lips like he’s just finished eating the best meal he’s ever had. And as if that’s not enough to have you cumming again already, he places an open-mouthed kiss to your puffy hole just for good measure.

“You felt so soft on my tongue, fuck, I almost busted right on you,” His cheeks are pink, and the rosy shade blooms down his neck and disappears into his chest. He pulls you forward by your wrist, sucking on your tongue and licking over your lips so you can taste yourself. He’s gonna be the death of you.“Bet this hole’s gonna be even softer. Nice and warm while you take my cock. Gonna let me cum inside? Pump that soft cunt full until it’s all creamy and used?”

He’s so filthy, so unashamed. The nickname doesn’t go unheard, and despite the slutty moan that you let out in response, part of you wants to pinch him just for that. Damn Eren and his shameless mouth! But you nod anyway, an everlasting stream of ‘yesyesyes’ floating in the air as he lines himself up to finally give you what you’ve been gagging for so prettily.

Eren just can’t help himself. Not when you’re folded up and presenting yourself to him like this. Not when your eyes are wide and your lips are parted and you’re letting out such pretty sounds. Sounds that belong to him. Plus it’s not all on him, you’re the one with an unlocked phone. You’re the one with space in your camera roll.

He’s sure the camera is shaky, maybe even a little blurry, but he makes sure to get your face in it, fucked-out and crosseyed as he pounds his dick into you, keeps you steady with his hand on your jaw. A string of precum connects you together, pooling at your ass and Eren’s thighs as his hips crash down, yours convulsing upward to meet him halfway. It’s a bit half-assed on your part, but who’s gonna blame the guy getting fucked stupid?

“‘Ren, you’re,” You sob in disbelief, eyes rolling along with your hips. “You’re— ohh, you’re fuckin’ me.”

He smiles down at you, feral and heated as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass. He never seems to stop, always chasing that feeling of you clamping down on him even when you’re almost too sensitive to take it. “That’s right, I’m fuckin’ you. Just how you like it, hm? Right in your fuckhole. S’what it’s there for, right?”

“That’s—“ Absurd? Vulgar? Objectification? It’s hot. It’s hot and you know it, Eren knows it, and your dick sure as hell knows it too because you can feel your next orgasm coming. “Yeah. N’my fuckhole.”

He makes a pleased sound in response, groans and pants joining your moans when he speeds up, his slow and deep strokes becoming fast and hollow, pounding that sensitive spot deep inside you over and over and over. “Should train you to take this dick.”

“Hold on,” Despite looking straight at him you can’t understand what he’s saying, not until his glasses are placed over your eyes and you’re blinking away the prescription blur. You struggle to collect yourself, wailing as you reach for his free hand that begins to nestle between your jawline and your neck. He squeezes affectionately, lets you cry and arch on his cock while he breathlessly sighs, “You look straight outta my favorite hentai.”

And, technically, you’re making a sextape now. A tape that showcases closeups of his cock disappearing deep inside you, pummeling your puffy hole until it carves the shape of his dick into you. Until only Eren can fit, big and thick and unbelievably deep. A tape that has you, a popular and well-known straight jock, crying on the dick of a guy you just met.

“Eren, m’gonna… ‘Ren—” You may as well scream, your body tensing as you spray across your chest — when did your jersey get bunched up enough to expose you like that? — sticky cum shooting out your spent cock until you’re twitching, handsfree and body ablaze. He doesn’t let up, castelon eyes narrowed as he fucks you through it, watching more cum squirt from your cock, milking himself for all he’s worth. “Inside, wanna be full, I deserve it, please, Rennie.”

He bounces you a few times, watching you fall back onto his cock until he feels himself aching hard, hard enough to start cumming inside you. It’s the nickname that gets him, groaning loud as he pumps a load inside you. It’s messy, and downright pornographic watching his cum leak out of you, just for him to fuck it back in with the head of his dick. It’s clear you feel proud of yourself for making him tremble inside you, and Eren takes the opportunity to scrapbook the memory.

“C’mere,” He’s not asking, simply pulling you closer to the camera so it can focus on your cum-stained face. “Smile for me, baby. Tell your ‘girlfriend’ how much you like it in your pussy too.”

STAR THEORY !!

!!   jjk x m!reader

!!   wc | 6.8k

!!   tags | dilf!jk + dilf!reader (obv), non-idol au, lil age gap (jk’s 25, reader’s late 20s), reader lived in america for some time + reader is a chef (food comfort & domesticity i love u), reader’s children and dog are named, reader had a wife

dilf/dilf

pets are in love and so are they

“we are… incredibly close right now.”

the bedroom door bursts open.

“appa!”

it’s too early for this.

“appa,” she pants, little feet bouncing across the carpet until a weight begins to tug erratically at his blankets. “appa, get up, get up, there’re new people!”

jungkook pulls a pillow over his head.

she puffs her cheeks out and launches herself onto his bed; she elbows him in the bony front of his leg. he groans in pain as she scrambles over his legs and grabs his pillow with both hands.

“get up, appa! i wanna go see!”

blearily, jungkook lifts his head, groping for the blinds past his bedside table. he leans uncomfortably far out into the cold of his room before he latches onto the chain and gives it a good pull.

the wooden blinds clatter up, dousing the room with pale morning light – the white bang that birthed the universe. she giggles and slides down from the bed, crawling up to the window and pressing her knuckles against the cold glass.

on the street below are a man and a little girl. another girl! she delights herself with fantasies of having a best friend – maybe they’d go play on the playground, and with their combined strength, they’ll knock down the mean queen bee from the monkey bars.

they carry boxes into the neighbouring house, assisted by movers. a fridge, a mattress – they manoeuvre them through the gates leading around to the side of the house, entering through the glass sliding doors. she watches them, fascinated, as the visible kitchen begins to fill with cardboard boxes.

she cranes her neck, pressing her forehead against the glass until it stings her skin. nobody else comes through, and she knows who the hired help are because they wear bright orange shirts.

she squints at the man’s left hand when he rests it against the column of the alfresco, speaking to the little girl. he’s like her appa – he doesn’t wear a marriage ring.

Keep reading