Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
Seven months.Seven months have passed since i was literally kidnapped here.Big castle,big windows,big rooms,everything seemed so big,and you were a small fragile human locked there with no scape.
You were told you and Alec are mates,but since Jane used her gift on you the first time you tried to talk to Alec,you stayed in your room.
Alec didnt even bother in stopping her,he were there watching you being tortured with his usual numb expression.
Since then,you just leave your room to take something from the kitchen or if you were called on the throne room.You werent interested in talking to anyone there and honestly they were literal sadistic monster to you.
As far as you understand,vampires couldnt stand having their mate hurt,but Alec did.For a long time you thought about Marcus,how he look because the lost of his mate,he did not want to keep living his long eternity.You also remember Vladimir,one vampire of the Romanian coven who took a big interest in being your friend when you stayed with the Cullens last year.His thirst of revenge just because he lost his mate.
But Alec saw you screaming in agony,for a long minute,and you didnt know if you were being paranoic but sometimes you wonder if he had a smile on his face.
He was wrong,if he thinks for a moment that you want this,that you want to be mated to him,to the cruelest person to exist,he was very very wrong,sometimes you prefer being attack by a lower guard and finally stop being so miserable around here.
At first you had,but now the simpathy for him dont exist anymore,he was burn in the bon fire?Good,with what you see from him,you totally understand,you even thought for a moment he deserved it,he and his sister.
The name “witch twins” swit them so well,they are,anybody here likes them and neither you do.They dont feel love for someone except for each other and they pay back everyone torturing them.
You were sure,you do not want him,as he does not want you,but if you tried to scape Demetri would go after you.
Then you looked at the lower guard in front of you who was standing by the kitcher door.
His control over blood is nonexistent,you just needed to make yourself bleed just a bit and everything will end in seconds.
“You should come to Polis sometime y/n, I’ll show you around.” The grounder said smiling. You nodded, walking back to the gates of camp Jaha, Bellamy waiting for you as you came in.
“Y/n, come get dinner with me?” You sighed internally, choosing between the two of them was impossible.
“especially you honey, didnt know they had girls like you up in England.” Tequila grinned, “you wear that outfit like you’e doing it a favour dont cha’?”
@strwbrrybucky you beautiful angel, thank you for hosting such a fun writing challenge!! I was so excited about this prompt and I've been working on this fic for ages now! I couldn't pass up the chance to write about our favourite Sheriff Daddy 💕 I hope you like it babe!! I love you loads! And let's pretend I didn't leave it until the very last day to post hehehe
Pairing: Boyfriend!Ransom x Reader x Dad’s Best Friend!Lee
Summary: You and your boyfriend get caught making love by the town Sheriff but when Lee hears Ransom didn't make you finish, he decides to finish what Ransom started
Warnings: Smut, heavy degradation, threesome, mmf, cheating, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, car sex, abuse of power (kind of), significant age gap (but everyone is of age), unprotected sex, cuckolding, cum play, praise, pet names, interactions with law enforcement, rough sex, double penetration, oral (m receiving), spit roasting, choking, face fucking, daddy kink, breeding kink
Word Count: 2938
Prompt: If I end up needing to pull over, I promise you, you’re not gonna walk for a week
I haven't written anything full length in so long so I would really appreciate some feedback!!
Minors, do not interact
“Shit, baby that’s it. Just like that.” The gentle praise rolls so sweetly off your boyfriend’s tongue and you can't help but groan, basking in his attention.
Ransom Drysdale was rarely this sweet during sex. It wasn’t really Ransom’s style, as you had come to notice. Ransom preferred instead to use you, to leave you shaking and cumming and so blissed out while he tells you what a filthy little slut you are for enjoying it.
After all, you’re the town angel. Everyone thinks you're so sweet and gentle and caring but behind closed doors you find yourself giving in to temptation, surrendering and becoming your boyfriend’s dirty whore.
Tonight was different for you and Ransom. Tonight he had you laid out, legs spread wide in the back seat of his car, his thick cock slipping in and out of you while he gripped your throat.
His body weight pinned you down, trapping you and forcing you to take every last inch of him and you were in fucking bliss.
You’d been reluctant to try something so public. Sure you’re fooled around a little before, making out in the movie theatre or letting him slip his hand under your skirt at dinner but this was different.
His car was pulled over on the side of the road and although it was dark, the little interior light offered just enough to ensure he could see that blissed out look on your face.
“F-fuck this pussy is tight.” He gasped, tightening his grip a little on your neck and using his other hand to brace himself against the door.
The backseat was cramped, you had no doubt about that but there was something about the way it forced Ransom closer and deeper that made you slightly dizzy.
Being out in the middle of nowhere was almost freeing, with no one around to hear you, you could be far more open and bold about the pleasure you were stealing from each other.
Your groans and pleas filled the crisp evening air, little cries for more making Ransom absolutely feral, drilling into your pussy in a way that had your eyes rolling back.
“So fucking pretty like this, holy shit baby, I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum.” He groans, his pretty face screwed up and you know he can’t hold it. He’s getting off on the risk. Not only the risk of being caught but the risk of knocking you up. Having everyone in town know what a depraved little slut you are for him.
“Ransom baby please, fill me daddy, flood my pussy.” You whine, biting your bottom lip, looking him in the eye and that’s all it takes. He spills inside you with a groan, his thick cock twitching, flooding your greedy hole with more cum than you can hold.
“Fucking take it, take it baby, that’s it.” He chants mindlessly between kisses to your neck.
In the midst of the lust and pleasure, neither of you notice the flashing lights. By the time you do, it’s far too late, the alternating colours dancing on Ransom’s flushed cheeks and neither of you have a chance to so much as pull away from each other.
Two gentle taps at the window make you both jump, frantically scrambling to pull your skirt down as Ransom tucks himself back into his pants.
“Shit shit shit.” You whisper, your heart racing as Ransom tries to tame his hair with his fingers. There’s no playing this off. But given that your father is the Deputy Sheriff, you can only pray it’s anyone but him knocking on your boyfriend’s car window.
“Evenin’ Mr Drysdale.” The familiar drawl from outside the car makes your heart sink. While it’s not your father's voice, it’s just as fucking bad.
Ransom glances over at you, panic evident on his face just as clearly as it’s evident on your own as he opens the car door.
“Evening Sheriff Bodecker.” He smiles, trying to stay as calm as possible.
“Son, I’m gonna need you and your sweetheart here to step out of the vehicle.” Lee sighs, not even taking the time to glance inside the car to see which sweet young woman had managed to find her way under Ransom Drysdale.
Reluctantly, Ransom steps out, tucking his shirt back into his pants because there’s not much point pretending anymore.
After taking a deep breath, you follow, shuffling over the leather seats until you’re able to let your shoes crunch down on the gravel.
“Evening Lee.” You smile and you notice how his smile falters a little.
“For God’s sake honey, this guy? Gotta say, I’m disappointed and I know your parents will be too.” He sighs, making Ransom huff in indignation
Lee shoots him a look, begging Ransom to say something. Begging him to open that chirpy little mouth and say something Lee can make him regret.
“Please Lee, just let us go this once? Won’t happen again, I swear.” You beg, giving him the sweetest eyes you can muster, hoping he’ll soften and let you both off the hook.
“ ‘M afraid not, what you n’your boyfriend just got up to was public indecency, darlin’.” Lee looks so smug but it’s easy to see the slight flash of disappointment in his eyes. “I just hope it was worth it.”
“Don’t worry Sheriff, it was so good.” Ransom boasts, his chest puffed out as Lee scoffs, debating whether or not to cuff you both.
“Good for you maybe, but let me tell you son, that girl beside you isn’t fuckin’ satisfied. So in my book, I’m just pissed off that y’stopped. If you’d been man enough to make your girl finish, I might jus’ be lettin’ you away with it.” Lee hisses, foregoing the cuffs in an effort to guide you both to the back of his cruiser.
It’s not hard to see that Ransom can’t make eye contact with you, embarrassment making his cheeks burn as you both get settled in the back. You can feel his seed dripping out of you, no doubt making a mess of your pretty little skirt but you can’t find it in yourself to care.
Lee takes his place in the driver’s seat, looking in the rear view before heading on, the dirt road crunching under the tyres.
You all sit in silence as he drives, the tension thick in the back seat until you feel Ransom’s hand on your knee, spreading them gently.
“You’re gonna fucking finish. Right here. Want my cum dripping out of you onto this asshole’s seats, you got that?” His voice is quiet, barely more than a whisper but his touch is firm and insistent and he can only smirk when you nod. He has one thing on his mind and it’s tending to his wounded pride.
His fingertips ghost up the insides of your messy thighs, trailing through his own cum that’s spilled out of you and you can’t find it in you to tell him to stop. Lee isn’t watching after all, too consumed by announcements coming over his radio.
Two thick fingers slip inside you. They’re long and dexterous and delighting in the fact you don’t need any prep after having been stretched out on his cock not long ago.
His fingers rub nicely, letting you feel full and before long, you’re grinding your hips down on them, stealing pleasure at every chance you get.
You can’t help but watch Lee in the rearview, his eyes trained on the road and this is so filthy and wrong, you have to bite your own bottom lip to stop yourself from groaning.
Ransom hasn’t said another word, leaving you to desperately hump his fingers and God, it feels good but it’s not enough. It’s shameful and disgusting and you shouldn’t enjoy it at all but you need more.
The slick noises of your sopping pussy fill the back seat, your eyes trained on Lee’s reflection as you grind back and forth on your boyfriend’s hand.
But then Ransom crooks his fingers just right, the next grind on your hips makes him nudge your sweet spot and you mewl at the pleasure. It’s no more than a quiet sob but it’s enough to tear Lee’s attention off the road and back onto you.
Your eyes meet in the reflection and there’s a split second where he recognises exactly what you’re doing in his car.
“Jesus Christ, fuckin’ cut it out. You couldn’t please her the first time Drysdale, give the girl a fuckin’ break.” He hisses but Ransom doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling them with a smug smirk on his face as you whine and moan openly.
“Go on baby, cum for daddy.” Ransom urges but you’re still not there yet.
“Embarrassing yourself now, sweetheart. Tell him to stop it or just hurry up and cum.” Lee’s ultimatum is a terrible one because you don’t want to do either. One option results in you sitting there, unsatisfied and aching, wishing you had only been quiet a few minutes longer. The other involves you shamelessly rubbing yourself silly on your boyfriend’s hand while your father’s best friend watches and listens.
“Go on baby, cum on my fingers. Let Lee hear how pretty you sound when you cum for me.” Ransom encourages but it doesn’t help
“Do I need to do it myself? Cause honey, if I end up needing to pull over, I promise you, you’re not gonna walk for a week.” Lee’s words send a shiver down your spine. An all consuming, filthy shiver because that’s what you need. Not Ransom. You need Lee.
“You’re not gonna need to fuckin’ touch her.” Ransom spits out, not able to bite his tongue anymore and you can see Lee’s eyes squint a little, trying to register who the fuck this boy thinks he’s talking to.
“Son, if that girl was gonna cum for you, she’d a’fuckin’ done it already. Can’t believe you’re stickin’ your dick in the sweetest piece of ass in town and you won’t even make her finish. Jus’ fuckin’ embarassin’.” Lee’s voice is calm and measured, checking in his side mirror and his rearview once more before throwing his indicator on and pulling over, bringing the cruiser to a stop.
“How ‘bout we show this jerk how it’s done, huh kitten? We’ll teach him how’t please a woman.” The look on his face makes you clench around Ransom’s fingers because this man looks ravenous. His eyes are trained on where your boyfriend’s fingers are buried inside you and you just spread your legs wider, giving him a better view.
“Hm, tha’s cute, Drysdale. You’re gonna needa give her a third finger if she’s gonna take me. Go on, stretch your girl out for me.” You can tell Ransom is seething with anger because Lee has won. You’ve given in to him and now he’s going to have to watch.
“Eat shit, Sheriff.” Ransom spits and the second the words leave his lips, he finds himself regretting it.
“Suit yourself. You’re just gonna have’ta listen to her while I’m splittin’ her open.” Lee’s indifference makes you shiver. “Come on baby, climb in the front with me.”
You gladly do as you’re told, letting Ransom’s fingers slip from you as you manoeuvre yourself out of the back seat and round to the driver’s side while Lee pushes the seat back to give you both enough room.
“You wanna feel a real man, don’t you kitten? Bet he’s too fuckin’ gentle ’n tha’s not what you need. Little slut like you needs a firm hand.” Lee smirks, watching how you nod, giving you a chaste kiss before manhandling you so you’re angled over the top of the centre console. He’s careful not to put you in a position that’s too uncomfortable but from here, you can see Ransom and Ransom can see both of you and you know it shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.
“Lee, please.” You whine, the sound of his belt buckle making you squirm because you know your leaking, throbbing cunt is exposed and you’re beyond desperate to get off.
“You’re a whore, you know that? Can’t fucking believe you.” Ransom doesn’t want to be into this. He truly fucking doesn’t. But when he watches how your eyes roll back at the feeling of a thick, hard cock teasing your dripping slit, he can’t help how he twitches in his pants.
“She might not be such a whore if y’took care of her. If y’were mine, y’wouldn’t be left unsatisfied, that’s for damn sure, kitten.” Lee’s little promise ends with a low groan as he bottoms out inside you and you can’t help but notice that you’re far fuller with Lee than you feel with Ransom. Ransom isn’t small by any means but Lee just feels better.
“Fuck that’s good, Lee. N-need you to fuck me h-hard. I wanna cum Lee, please, I-I can’t…”. Your voice trails off as he starts to move, a gasp trapped in your throat as he slides out, only to press back in again.
“Y’hear how desperate your girl is? Actin’ like a little fuckin’ cum dump jus’ so she can get off. You’re fuckin’ pathetic, Drysdale.” You can see Ransom seething with anger, a fire raging behind his eyes but God, your little whimpers are hot.
“Holy shit Lee, deeper. O-oh my God.” You look so blissed out already, a sob torn from your throat as Lee uses his full body weight to press himself inside you.
The feeling is overwhelming, you’re stuffed and stretched and still leaking from Ransom and it’s so degrading but you wouldn’t dream of letting Lee stop. His firm hands land on your waist, his fingers digging in as he grunts.
“Sh-she’s gonna cum, Lee. O-oh fuck.” Ransom’s voice is smaller now, the discomfort in his pants humbling him because he’s enjoying this far more than he wants to admit.
“Will we ruin her? Have half a mind not t’let you touch her again but this little thing just wants to be used, don’t ya, kitten?” Lee purrs and seeing you nod just confirms his plan.
“Take your cock out Drysdale. A-ah, feed it to her.” Your eyes roll back at Lee’s suggestion and by the time you’ve managed to recover, you feel a wet tip pressed to your lips. “Fuck’s sake boy, get it at least to the back of her throat. Go on, princess, you can take it, can’t you?”
“Fuck my throat, Ran. Don’t be gentle.” You whisper, loud enough for both of them to hear you and it makes Lee groan, giving your ass a harsh spank.
“You heard her.” Lee encourages, not even pausing his thrusts.
“D-didn’t realise you were so slutty, holy shit. Look so innocent, n-never would’ve dreamed you’d want two dicks at once.” Ransom can’t hold back any more, holding the back of your head and pressing his cock inside you until it hits the back of your throat. “G-good girl, take it so well.”
His head is thrown back, his huge frame still looking cramped in the back seat of the car but he doesn’t even care. Not when you’re drooling on his cock because the town sheriff is fucking you too well.
Your little cries of pleasure are only muffled by the throbbing length in your mouth and you know you can’t last long. You’ve been too worked up for far too long and the way Lee fits inside you perfectly is just too much.
“Your girl is gonna cum. Fuck, didn’t think this pretty pussy could get any tighter. Pullin’ me in like you wouldn’t even believe. Guess tha’s what havin’ a mouth full of cock will do to ya. Go on sweetheart, cum for daddy. Show your little boyfriend how pretty you look when ya lose control on a nice big dick.” Lee knows he won’t last long either but he’s desperate to get you there before he can let himself give in.
Ransom is too lost in the feeling of your mouth to even register the fact Lee is mocking him, fucking recklessly into you as Lee fucks you from behind.
“God ‘m so close. Can’t, oh baby please.” Ransom sobs, his eyes screwed shut.
“Go on kitten, soak my cock for me. Lemme feel how bad y’need my cum.” Lee’s voice is low, barely more than a growl as he gives you a few more harsh thrusts.
That’s all it takes for your body to surrender, giving in and clenching tight around him. Your fingernails claw at the leather seats, struggling for something, anything to ground you other than the two cocks filling you up.
“Sh-shit, jus’ like that. Good fuckin’ girl, cummin’ so hard for daddy. Pussy’s drippin’ already.” Lee groans, emptying inside you just a few strokes later, flooding your cunt with his release.
“Oh God please.” Ransom cries, pressing your head down and cumming down your throat with a ragged cry, his hot spend dripping down your throat.
“Kitten, you’re stuffed. God, that’s a pretty sight.” Lee gasps, wiping his sweaty forehead on his sleeve, admiring the mess he’s made as he pulls out. Ransom does the same, gasping for air as he tucks himself back into his trousers, flopping against the seat, looking exhausted.
“That’s how you treat your girl, Drysdale. And sweetheart, if he ever leaves ya unsatisfied again, my door’s always open, ya hear me?” Lee smirks, giving your ass one last spank before pulling you up for a tender kiss and Ransom can’t even find it in himself to be mad.
NSFW ~ The Gods and the Fox ~ God!Law x God!Zoro x Sub!Sanji x GN!Reader
tw: gn! reader is stated as human, afab! body. Zoro and Law are deities (didn't want to give them real names as it might be a little disrespectful for cultures). Sanji is a hybrid (fox ears and tail but human body). Reader is the offering to them. Blood drinking. Rough sex. Sanji x Law action. slight Zosan as Master! Zoro and Sub! Sanji. DP. Oral. Impregnation. Choking.
wc: 2.5K
A few white rags around your naked body, clothes so see through, patches of skin showing everywhere. The henna tattoos on your legs grow like a bindweed from your ankles finishing right where no one has seen yet.
Maids anoint you with a mix of cinnamon and sandalwood oils. Behind your ears, over your collar bones, around your belly button. Golden heavy bracelets dangle around your wrists, and as they move your arms create a beautiful, enchanting melody.
You are one of the offerings for the gods, you’ve never seen them, you are scared… but you have been chosen, and you are one of the humans who will be saving your town from their anger.
“Thank you” several women around you bow and give you the “gift”. On your hands, a silver platter with a bottle of Sake and an animal heart on a box. You could swear it still beats; it still bleeds.
They cover your face with a fine lace cloth, apparently the gods enjoy discovering your countenance by lifting the veil just if they want…
...playful, sinful, gods of lust and sin.
They open big heavy drapes; you walk into the gallows of the gods. Inside you can perceive a powerful aura, something that almost crushes your ribs, something that surrounds and makes you feel dizzy. Step by step your bare feet over cold stones, your eyes fixed on the ground, your hands carrying the silver platter.
Around you, tambourines being played compliments the little golden chains that hang from your hips as you walk towards the deities, creating a beautiful symphony.
You feel invisible hands all over your body, pulling you towards the gods that are sitting on their thrones right before you. Underneath your veil, you are able to discover they look like humans, extremely handsome humans. One is covered in black ink drawings and white patches over his tanned skin, the other, also tanned, has a scar crossing his chest from side to side. Both of them have their crotches slightly covered with gauzes. Golden earrings that dazzle with the several candles burning around you. A hybrid in between a blonde man and a fox, feeds grapes to the green haired god, while the other grazes the head of a furry white creature.
You crunch just in front of their feet, offering them the silver platter with the gifts. “My Gods, my people wish you eternal life” you utter, as the protocol indicates.
The black-haired god reaches for the little box. His hand, also inked with long sharp nails, takes the bleeding heart out, and lifts it up. Red vital fluid running like a river from his fingers to his forearm. Icy grey eyes tinted by the crimson color of the ichor. He smiles while contemplating the way his arm gets covered in animal blood, and then crushes the heart in a single motion making it disappear like magic.
The other god, savoring the grapes his slave puts in his mouth finally turns to you. He smirks and grabs the bottle. You can smell the metallic scent his skin emanates that contrasts with the alcoholic scent of the sake. He drinks the contents of the bottle in just one chug.
They stay silent for a long time contemplating you, perhaps deciding who is going to claim you. Your knees and arms hurt as you wait for them in the same exact position, holding the silver platter up.
The tattooed God sucks the blood out of his fingers one by one, while the green haired God takes a katana. You swallow, they didn’t even lift your veil… you are sure you are gonna get beheaded by the black edge of that sword, or maybe your heart will be ripped from your chest by those sharp claws.
But they don’t hurt you. Not yet.
The tip of the katana lifts your veil, allowing the creatures to discover your face. The green haired god looks at you, and flashes a lustful smirk, making you get hypnotized by his single eyed sight. The tattooed deity comes closer to your face, grazing your chin with his nails.
“Look at me…” he whispers with a low, sexy voice.
You sigh, you feel a pressure on your whole body, especially on your core. He passes his thumb over your lips, leaving a sweet taste, even if you were sure the blood did taste like iron, this time it tasted like honey.
“Who do you prefer, human?”. “Do you prefer me, or them?”
Both of them ask as they pull you up without even touching your body, an invisible force making you stand up.
You’ve been warned, “if the gods ask who you prefer, you will be forced to choose… and they will kill you. Accept your faith”. Your lips tremble, they attract you more than any human you have ever seen in your whole life, the muscles on their bodies, the lustful need the tip of your fingers experience to touch them, your tongue wants to taste their skin…
“My Gods, I prefer… both”
The gods get surprised, and instantly look at each other with a sadistic smirk. “Finally, the perfect offering”.
The inked god snaps his fingers and in a matter of seconds every slave and musician disappear from the “sacred room”. The green haired god, that more than a deity looks like a demon, commands his blonde slave not to leave. “Sanji, stay here. Wanna taste a human?”. The man with a tail and cute fox ears nods frenetically, “my God… am I allowed?” he asks. “Of course, little foxy… you too”.
You haven’t seen his face until now, golden locks and deep blue eyes on a handsome face. “If he is joining, after all… it’s ok” you think, allowing lust and sin to corrupt your morals more and more.
“Come here, human…” the dark-haired god commands. You walk towards him and sit on his lap. The blond guy kneels right in the middle of both thrones. “He is Zoro, I am Law and that little thing there is Sanji” he introduces them to you. You smile, more interested in what his hands are already doing all over your body than their names. His sharp nails bury on your thighs, while Sanji kisses the bridges of your feet. Zoro takes one of his katanas and slices your clothes in two, the white gauze slides off and falls to the ground.
“Perfection… who would have said humans can be that perfect?”
Law makes you lick his fingers, one by one. Zoro, completely amazed by such beautiful anatomy, pounces over you. He smells your skin; he licks and tastes the little sweat drops your body produces. Sanji, purrs like a kitten around your legs, kissing up from your ankles to the inside of your thighs.
The tattooed deity squeezes your breasts while kissing you lustfully. He bites your lips so hard even some drops of blood appear. And he is pleased, he is delighted. “Your blood is so pure… you taste wonderfully” he says while stretching your neck, so he reaches your face better as you are sitting over his lap. And because you are sitting there, oh god the hard rock member under your thigh, growing bigger, growing, and pumping.
Zoro, who has never ever kneeled before anyone, much less before a human, asks his fluffy tailed slave to taste your sex with its own tongue. “Come on, Sanji. Taste the human”. “Master, can I?” he asks, while a string of blood falls from his nose.
“Go ahead, you’ve earned it. Put that mouth to good use”.
And he does. The slave uses his whole tongue to devour your core. “Delicious, Master. The human tastes delicious” he mumbles, muzzled by your anatomy. Zoro, who is now standing, is spreading your legs as wide as possible so you aren’t able to close them. He has already lost his coverings, and now that godly body is completely exposed before you. Hard, big member. It drips precum, and you wonder how much of a possibility is for gods to impregnate a simple human.
And you moan because that slave is desperately devouring your core with such dedication it’s taking you to heaven. And your moaning makes them even more aroused, feral.
Law bites your neck so hard; it also hurts your skin. The god is desperate for your blood, and you won’t stop him. He pants as your sweet red fluid fills his mouth. The more he drinks, the more you feel his sex growing.
Zoro grabs a bottle of sake and bathes your whole body with it. The cold sensation of the alcohol dripping on your hot skin feels amazing. But even more amazing is the way the green haired god’s tongue traces circles on your breasts, drinking the bitter taste of the sake.
You scream, not in pain, but in pure pleasure. There is an intensity that you wouldn’t ever experience, it feels out of this world… After all, it is.
Law, who at this point hasn’t done anything besides drinking your blood is ready to have some more fun, but Zoro is already stroking his dick in front of you to fuck you. “You gonna fuck the human first?” he asks. “Yeah”. “Then allow your little pet to suck my dick, come on. I wanna see if he is that good as you always say” Law asks for Sanji’s oral skills. “Right. Only for this time, remember he is mine” Zoro accepts, threatening Law not to do anything else besides what’s been asked. “Don’t worry Roronoa, I know whose hole belongs to whom”
The poor little foxy, chin shiny from your fluids, looks up at his master with fallen ears and puppy eyes, waiting for the order. “Sanji, go ahead”. The slave, who’s body is amazingly human-like and absolutely deliciously well trained, crawls up to the inked god, moving his tail side to side. “Don’t get too excited, remember who you belong to, little one”. “Yes, master”.
“Come here, human” the green haired god lifts you up from Law’s lap and takes you to a big round bed with red velvety sheets. “Spread wide, I’m not gonna stop myself once I’m inside you” he states, and you, aroused but scared, allow him to come closer.
Zoro’s phallus is as big as the one depicted on the several statues around the sacred palace and now is gonna be inside you. He fixes his eye, a red glare, a crimson shine on his steel grey iris making you ignore the fact that he is about to rip you in half.
And inside he goes, he deeply penetrates you, your walls stretch and clench around his member. You are unable to breath for at least some seconds, the first thrust leaves you unable to run the many physiological processes of your body. Zoro smirks at how your eyes turn blank, his pounding motion accelerates, his pelvic bones hit your crotch every time he goes deeper and deeper.
Your hands clench the sheets, twisting them as he goes faster and rougher. You dare to look at the god you have over you, realizing he looks more like a demon, than a deity. Purple aura around him, surrounding you two. Little horns growing from his head, his hair growing longer. And he was right, he isn’t able to stop, a true beast drooling from pleasure, sweating as he fucks you on and on and on.
You are about to faint, not sure if you have come more than two times while he fucks you nonstop. “I know you can take us. Look at them” he commands, moving your head to the side by your chin. Right, the god and the slave…
Law is sitting still on his throne, relishing at you being fucked by his beasty friend, while the blonde sucks his dick as if his life depends on it. “Roronoa this little thing is amazing with his tongue, good find” he says, while Zoro turns his face to him and his slave to check on him -never stopping the hip motion-. “Sanji, come here” Zoro commands, he must be a slave, but his master is jealous. Sanji, stops the blowing and runs towards his master. He allows Zoro to kiss him in an ambrosial way, so lasciviously.
Law stands up, he is tall and lean, covered in tattoos and white spots and as he walks towards you, you simply wish he were fucking you too. Law uses his claws to make Zoro face him. “I was having fun, Roronoa” he tells him, pissed, fixing his crystalline eyes on Zoro’s steel one. Pure rivalry in between those sights, a fight for power. “I know you; you want his blood… he is mine”.
And even if they were fighting over the blond foxy, Zoro doesn’t stop fucking you.
“Don’t worry, human. I will fuck you now, too” Law mumbles, without taking his eyes from Zoro’s. You, at this point unable to process any sentence, simply allow them to do whatever they please with you. “Let’s fill the human up together” he proposes. “Right”.
And as soon as you know, your back now rests over Zoro’s chest, while Law is pouncing over you. Your already stretched core is now being ripped open by the intrusion of both dicks. They synchronize in perfect motion to fuck you simultaneously, grazing their members as they go in and out of you. Law is also unable to stop. His dry blood-stained hand around your neck, for a better grip.
But, because apparently it wasn’t enough, your mouth gets also occupied with the little foxy’s dick. Choking on it, choking with Law’s claws buried on your carotids. Zoro has his huge, calloused hands around your lower belly from behind, pressing down. You are about to burst, dripping honey each time they plunge deep into you.
And of course, even gods have their limits… both of them release themselves inside you with a manly grunt, followed by your fifth or whoknowshowmany orgasms you had. Your mouth also gets flooded by Sanji’s orgasm. But it wasn’t the end… and your body worked as the offering of those gods until they were completely satisfied with you…
….
You lay on that bed; well aware they have probably already gone away. Sore muscles, tired, sticky, slowly closing your eyes because of the exhaustion until what you thought will be the next morning…
But you were wrong.
“Wake up…” you hear the voice of one of the gods whispering in your ear. “Wake up, be our Goddess… come with us”. Law lying at your left, Zoro at your right. His hands all over your small frame. “Be our Goddess” they ask -command- again.
“I wanna be your goddess… Take me with you…”
From then on, the gods weren’t just two, but three. Your throne in the middle of them, Sanji resting on your lap. You went from an offering, to be worshipped.
The three gods of Lust, Sex and Hunger, with their little foxy… 💖
NSFW ~ The Gods and the Fox ~ God!Law x God!Zoro x Sub!Sanji x GN!Reader
tw: gn! reader is stated as human, afab! body. Zoro and Law are deities (didn't want to give them real names as it might be a little disrespectful for cultures). Sanji is a hybrid (fox ears and tail but human body). Reader is the offering to them. Blood drinking. Rough sex. Sanji x Law action. slight Zosan as Master! Zoro and Sub! Sanji. DP. Oral. Impregnation. Choking.
wc: 2.5K
A few white rags around your naked body, clothes so see through, patches of skin showing everywhere. The henna tattoos on your legs grow like a bindweed from your ankles finishing right where no one has seen yet.
Maids anoint you with a mix of cinnamon and sandalwood oils. Behind your ears, over your collar bones, around your belly button. Golden heavy bracelets dangle around your wrists, and as they move your arms create a beautiful, enchanting melody.
You are one of the offerings for the gods, you’ve never seen them, you are scared… but you have been chosen, and you are one of the humans who will be saving your town from their anger.
“Thank you” several women around you bow and give you the “gift”. On your hands, a silver platter with a bottle of Sake and an animal heart on a box. You could swear it still beats; it still bleeds.
They cover your face with a fine lace cloth, apparently the gods enjoy discovering your countenance by lifting the veil just if they want…
...playful, sinful, gods of lust and sin.
They open big heavy drapes; you walk into the gallows of the gods. Inside you can perceive a powerful aura, something that almost crushes your ribs, something that surrounds and makes you feel dizzy. Step by step your bare feet over cold stones, your eyes fixed on the ground, your hands carrying the silver platter.
Around you, tambourines being played compliments the little golden chains that hang from your hips as you walk towards the deities, creating a beautiful symphony.
You feel invisible hands all over your body, pulling you towards the gods that are sitting on their thrones right before you. Underneath your veil, you are able to discover they look like humans, extremely handsome humans. One is covered in black ink drawings and white patches over his tanned skin, the other, also tanned, has a scar crossing his chest from side to side. Both of them have their crotches slightly covered with gauzes. Golden earrings that dazzle with the several candles burning around you. A hybrid in between a blonde man and a fox, feeds grapes to the green haired god, while the other grazes the head of a furry white creature.
You crunch just in front of their feet, offering them the silver platter with the gifts. “My Gods, my people wish you eternal life” you utter, as the protocol indicates.
The black-haired god reaches for the little box. His hand, also inked with long sharp nails, takes the bleeding heart out, and lifts it up. Red vital fluid running like a river from his fingers to his forearm. Icy grey eyes tinted by the crimson color of the ichor. He smiles while contemplating the way his arm gets covered in animal blood, and then crushes the heart in a single motion making it disappear like magic.
The other god, savoring the grapes his slave puts in his mouth finally turns to you. He smirks and grabs the bottle. You can smell the metallic scent his skin emanates that contrasts with the alcoholic scent of the sake. He drinks the contents of the bottle in just one chug.
They stay silent for a long time contemplating you, perhaps deciding who is going to claim you. Your knees and arms hurt as you wait for them in the same exact position, holding the silver platter up.
The tattooed God sucks the blood out of his fingers one by one, while the green haired God takes a katana. You swallow, they didn’t even lift your veil… you are sure you are gonna get beheaded by the black edge of that sword, or maybe your heart will be ripped from your chest by those sharp claws.
But they don’t hurt you. Not yet.
The tip of the katana lifts your veil, allowing the creatures to discover your face. The green haired god looks at you, and flashes a lustful smirk, making you get hypnotized by his single eyed sight. The tattooed deity comes closer to your face, grazing your chin with his nails.
“Look at me…” he whispers with a low, sexy voice.
You sigh, you feel a pressure on your whole body, especially on your core. He passes his thumb over your lips, leaving a sweet taste, even if you were sure the blood did taste like iron, this time it tasted like honey.
“Who do you prefer, human?”. “Do you prefer me, or them?”
Both of them ask as they pull you up without even touching your body, an invisible force making you stand up.
You’ve been warned, “if the gods ask who you prefer, you will be forced to choose… and they will kill you. Accept your faith”. Your lips tremble, they attract you more than any human you have ever seen in your whole life, the muscles on their bodies, the lustful need the tip of your fingers experience to touch them, your tongue wants to taste their skin…
“My Gods, I prefer… both”
The gods get surprised, and instantly look at each other with a sadistic smirk. “Finally, the perfect offering”.
The inked god snaps his fingers and in a matter of seconds every slave and musician disappear from the “sacred room”. The green haired god, that more than a deity looks like a demon, commands his blonde slave not to leave. “Sanji, stay here. Wanna taste a human?”. The man with a tail and cute fox ears nods frenetically, “my God… am I allowed?” he asks. “Of course, little foxy… you too”.
You haven’t seen his face until now, golden locks and deep blue eyes on a handsome face. “If he is joining, after all… it’s ok” you think, allowing lust and sin to corrupt your morals more and more.
“Come here, human…” the dark-haired god commands. You walk towards him and sit on his lap. The blond guy kneels right in the middle of both thrones. “He is Zoro, I am Law and that little thing there is Sanji” he introduces them to you. You smile, more interested in what his hands are already doing all over your body than their names. His sharp nails bury on your thighs, while Sanji kisses the bridges of your feet. Zoro takes one of his katanas and slices your clothes in two, the white gauze slides off and falls to the ground.
“Perfection… who would have said humans can be that perfect?”
Law makes you lick his fingers, one by one. Zoro, completely amazed by such beautiful anatomy, pounces over you. He smells your skin; he licks and tastes the little sweat drops your body produces. Sanji, purrs like a kitten around your legs, kissing up from your ankles to the inside of your thighs.
The tattooed deity squeezes your breasts while kissing you lustfully. He bites your lips so hard even some drops of blood appear. And he is pleased, he is delighted. “Your blood is so pure… you taste wonderfully” he says while stretching your neck, so he reaches your face better as you are sitting over his lap. And because you are sitting there, oh god the hard rock member under your thigh, growing bigger, growing, and pumping.
Zoro, who has never ever kneeled before anyone, much less before a human, asks his fluffy tailed slave to taste your sex with its own tongue. “Come on, Sanji. Taste the human”. “Master, can I?” he asks, while a string of blood falls from his nose.
“Go ahead, you’ve earned it. Put that mouth to good use”.
And he does. The slave uses his whole tongue to devour your core. “Delicious, Master. The human tastes delicious” he mumbles, muzzled by your anatomy. Zoro, who is now standing, is spreading your legs as wide as possible so you aren’t able to close them. He has already lost his coverings, and now that godly body is completely exposed before you. Hard, big member. It drips precum, and you wonder how much of a possibility is for gods to impregnate a simple human.
And you moan because that slave is desperately devouring your core with such dedication it’s taking you to heaven. And your moaning makes them even more aroused, feral.
Law bites your neck so hard; it also hurts your skin. The god is desperate for your blood, and you won’t stop him. He pants as your sweet red fluid fills his mouth. The more he drinks, the more you feel his sex growing.
Zoro grabs a bottle of sake and bathes your whole body with it. The cold sensation of the alcohol dripping on your hot skin feels amazing. But even more amazing is the way the green haired god’s tongue traces circles on your breasts, drinking the bitter taste of the sake.
You scream, not in pain, but in pure pleasure. There is an intensity that you wouldn’t ever experience, it feels out of this world… After all, it is.
Law, who at this point hasn’t done anything besides drinking your blood is ready to have some more fun, but Zoro is already stroking his dick in front of you to fuck you. “You gonna fuck the human first?” he asks. “Yeah”. “Then allow your little pet to suck my dick, come on. I wanna see if he is that good as you always say” Law asks for Sanji’s oral skills. “Right. Only for this time, remember he is mine” Zoro accepts, threatening Law not to do anything else besides what’s been asked. “Don’t worry Roronoa, I know whose hole belongs to whom”
The poor little foxy, chin shiny from your fluids, looks up at his master with fallen ears and puppy eyes, waiting for the order. “Sanji, go ahead”. The slave, who’s body is amazingly human-like and absolutely deliciously well trained, crawls up to the inked god, moving his tail side to side. “Don’t get too excited, remember who you belong to, little one”. “Yes, master”.
“Come here, human” the green haired god lifts you up from Law’s lap and takes you to a big round bed with red velvety sheets. “Spread wide, I’m not gonna stop myself once I’m inside you” he states, and you, aroused but scared, allow him to come closer.
Zoro’s phallus is as big as the one depicted on the several statues around the sacred palace and now is gonna be inside you. He fixes his eye, a red glare, a crimson shine on his steel grey iris making you ignore the fact that he is about to rip you in half.
And inside he goes, he deeply penetrates you, your walls stretch and clench around his member. You are unable to breath for at least some seconds, the first thrust leaves you unable to run the many physiological processes of your body. Zoro smirks at how your eyes turn blank, his pounding motion accelerates, his pelvic bones hit your crotch every time he goes deeper and deeper.
Your hands clench the sheets, twisting them as he goes faster and rougher. You dare to look at the god you have over you, realizing he looks more like a demon, than a deity. Purple aura around him, surrounding you two. Little horns growing from his head, his hair growing longer. And he was right, he isn’t able to stop, a true beast drooling from pleasure, sweating as he fucks you on and on and on.
You are about to faint, not sure if you have come more than two times while he fucks you nonstop. “I know you can take us. Look at them” he commands, moving your head to the side by your chin. Right, the god and the slave…
Law is sitting still on his throne, relishing at you being fucked by his beasty friend, while the blonde sucks his dick as if his life depends on it. “Roronoa this little thing is amazing with his tongue, good find” he says, while Zoro turns his face to him and his slave to check on him -never stopping the hip motion-. “Sanji, come here” Zoro commands, he must be a slave, but his master is jealous. Sanji, stops the blowing and runs towards his master. He allows Zoro to kiss him in an ambrosial way, so lasciviously.
Law stands up, he is tall and lean, covered in tattoos and white spots and as he walks towards you, you simply wish he were fucking you too. Law uses his claws to make Zoro face him. “I was having fun, Roronoa” he tells him, pissed, fixing his crystalline eyes on Zoro’s steel one. Pure rivalry in between those sights, a fight for power. “I know you; you want his blood… he is mine”.
And even if they were fighting over the blond foxy, Zoro doesn’t stop fucking you.
“Don’t worry, human. I will fuck you now, too” Law mumbles, without taking his eyes from Zoro’s. You, at this point unable to process any sentence, simply allow them to do whatever they please with you. “Let’s fill the human up together” he proposes. “Right”.
And as soon as you know, your back now rests over Zoro’s chest, while Law is pouncing over you. Your already stretched core is now being ripped open by the intrusion of both dicks. They synchronize in perfect motion to fuck you simultaneously, grazing their members as they go in and out of you. Law is also unable to stop. His dry blood-stained hand around your neck, for a better grip.
But, because apparently it wasn’t enough, your mouth gets also occupied with the little foxy’s dick. Choking on it, choking with Law’s claws buried on your carotids. Zoro has his huge, calloused hands around your lower belly from behind, pressing down. You are about to burst, dripping honey each time they plunge deep into you.
And of course, even gods have their limits… both of them release themselves inside you with a manly grunt, followed by your fifth or whoknowshowmany orgasms you had. Your mouth also gets flooded by Sanji’s orgasm. But it wasn’t the end… and your body worked as the offering of those gods until they were completely satisfied with you…
….
You lay on that bed; well aware they have probably already gone away. Sore muscles, tired, sticky, slowly closing your eyes because of the exhaustion until what you thought will be the next morning…
But you were wrong.
“Wake up…” you hear the voice of one of the gods whispering in your ear. “Wake up, be our Goddess… come with us”. Law lying at your left, Zoro at your right. His hands all over your small frame. “Be our Goddess” they ask -command- again.
“I wanna be your goddess… Take me with you…”
From then on, the gods weren’t just two, but three. Your throne in the middle of them, Sanji resting on your lap. You went from an offering, to be worshipped.
The three gods of Lust, Sex and Hunger, with their little foxy… 💖
hi love! do you write crossovers? i would love to read about my favs bucky and ramsay fighting over reader :’D
The Avengers Initiative had expanded across the globe to different countries. While America, Wakanda, and space aliens had laid the foundation, other countries also joined. Your job as Den Mother to the Avengers Campus in Romania was one of the more difficult career paths in the expanded global program. Not only did you have to a translator, a headmistress, and an expert communicator, but you also had one of the highest security clearances in the world. You spent years training in both active combat and learning medical knowledge to be stationed here.
You learned to expect the unexpected. You’ve seen a superhero die from their injuries. You’ve also have been given death threats from both HYDRA and other criminal organizations. What you didn’t expect was for two heroes to argue about it passionately in front of you.
“They will pay. I will make certain of it, my lady.” The Red Soldier lifted his eyes from the death threat and met your gaze. His targeted focus always overwhelmed you. Ramsay Bolton was one of the more dicey choices in the Super Soldier program, but he always got the job done. No matter how awful the job was.
“My lady?” The Winter Soldier rolled his eyes. He snatched the paper away from him. “And when were you given the serum? The Middle Ages?”
“It was the 90’s actually, after you killed Tony Stark’s parentage.” Ramsay pointed out. “Oh wait, you don’t remember anything at all.”
“I remembered her birthday last month.”
“I was busy last month.”
“Yeah, busy committing a massacre that I had to come help you clean up.” Bucky looked to you. His gaze held something more comforting. His hand caressed your shoulder. “Don’t worry about this. I can take care of it.”
“Oh sure, let the soldier corrupted by HYDRA take care of the threat from HYDRA,” Ramsay laughed. Ramsay lifted the back of your hand to his mouth, kissing it possessively. “Consider the death threat dealt with, my lady.” Ramsay’s glare at Bucky ignited a fire between them. “Anyone who threatens you should be slaughtered for meat.”
“Says the man who is corrupted by the Golden Lions. Tell me, how is that any better than HYDRA?”
A smile washed over Ramsay’s face as if Bucky had just handed him the kill shot. Ramsay took bold action. He kissed the crown of your head making sure Bucky watched as he did it. “The difference is that I know how to protect a queen.”
Ramsay raced off, leaving Bucky reeling. Bucky also kissed the crown of your head. His last words struck you.
“I’ll take care of it. Nobody messes with my girl.” You son heard the roars of their motorcycles as they left the Romania Campus. Your assistant cleared her throat. She held a clipboard in her hand.
“Should I make a note or—
“No,” you said. You raised your fingers to massage the new headache forming in your forehead. “Get me Pepper Potts on the phone. She has experience with romantic impulses and Avengers.”
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