god since im in the mood to talk to a brick wall like
why does nobody also not write for samurai champloo? I WANNA BONE MUGEN AND JIN SO FUCKING BAD OH MY GOD
like theres a cute scoop of one-shots and hcs but damn... they're all old and the people who posted them their blog is like a ghost town since then
I NEED PROSCIUTTO X FEM TEAM MEMBER X MELONE FIGHTING OVER FOR HER ATTENTION AND THEN SHE LIKE YOU BOTH COULD'VE HAD ME IF YOU JUST ASKED AND THEN SMUT (please no feet I know it seems like melone's jam but no thank you)
Prosciutto x Fem!Reader x Melone - Say So (18+)
If you saw this post pop u some time ago, no you didn't TT
I may or may have not accidentally posted the unfinished draft x.x
Also sorry this took so long - life happened (a lot)
Ever since you joined, you remember Prosciutto and Melone not getrting along, which was kinda puzzling to you since everyone would tell you they used to get along. You always chalk it up to something happening between those two and never really connecting it to anything else much further.
Sure, the air seemed to get especially tense between them when one found you alone in a room with the other, but you didn't feel like asking about it. You were new and knew better than to ask too much. If they wanted to let you in on their little issue, they surely would in their own time.
Today the majority of La Squadra were called into the most recent temporary base to discuss a new contract.
You were already sitting on one of the sofas with Formaggio, playing a game against each other as Illusio, sitting on the other side of you, kept trying to give you both advice on how to win with interesting combos.
Risotto walked in and soon after him also Prosciutto. As much as you wanted to focus on your game, you couldn't help but to sneak a glance at the blonde assassin. The way he would carry himself definitely had you wondering to yourself if he'd be able to handle himself the same way in other aspects than his job. Is he more of a brat tamer or a pleasure dom?
And just that one quick glance is enough for Formaggio to get an advantage over you and win. As per his usual, he celebrates by loudly announcing his win to the whole room with both hands high up in the air.
"Hehe, that was a close one, Y/N. Perhaps you need someone else to show you some special combos." Melone emerges from the darkness behind you, making Prosciutto scoff and look away in annoyance. Almost as if Melone's flirting personally offended him. The purple haired assassin only chuckles at that and takes his seat on top of the backrest right behind you.
The meeting then goes on like usual and soon everyone is dismissed again. Everyone including Illusio and Formaggio leaves the room to do some preparations before the group moves to fulfill the contract, leaving only you, Melone and Prosciutto in the room.
"Hehe, let me see now..." Melone slides next to you into the spot previously occupied by your opponent.
For some reason the new further closeness between the two of you seems to make Prosciutto uncomfortable. And from the corner of your eye you notice him turn his head away and cross his legs.
Whatever this situation between those two is, its definitely puzzles you as it seems to be something between rivalry and jealousy. Just what exactly there is to be fighting over here? The size of their payout cut?
Subconsciously, you look up and in the blonde's direction and he seems to notice.
"What?" he booms in a tone he usually only uses to reprimand Pesci.
"You're distracting." you manage to recover pretty quickly after getting caught.
"Not the only one here..." he mutters more to himself as he reaches over to the coffee table separating the two sofas, for some book and opens it to pretend to read it.
When you look back at Melone, to see he's also looking at Prosciutto, smiling and as if taunting him with his eyes.
"Actually... come sit in my lap so i can guide your hands better..." Melone breaks the prolonged silence, returning his eyes back to you after a second or two.
A loud snap of a book closing makes you both jolt, and Prosciutto opens his mouth for a second, finding his words: "You're truly shameless. Shameless and despicable."
"And yet I've always managed to get closer than you ever could."
"If you truly believe you impeding on Y/N's personal space will make you the clear choice, you're simply mistaken."
"I'm sure if she minded, she'd sound off..."
"Quiet!" Prosciutto stands and kicks the coffee table separating you, aside, "Y/N, as much as I'm sorry for putting you into this situation in the first place, you must choose. Me or... that cretin."
You mouth gapes.
What?
So that is what the rivalry was about? You?
You can't help but bury your face in your hands, closing your eyes, trying hard not to laugh, but still a few chuckles escape you. To them, it however, surely must've looked like you're sobbing.
When you open them again, looking up at Prosciutto, you notice his intense stare has softened. The purple-haired tech maniac also looks worried, perhaps a bit insecure.
"Prosciutto..." you mutter, making the man standing above you jolt up, straightening up his posture and his mouth is about to crack into a victorious smirk, but stops once you continue, looking over to the other one, "Melone... Oh my goddd."
Prosciutto, who always makes a point to hold a door for you instead of darting in front of you like the others. Prosciutto with that super silky-looking hair you've been craving to touch and even tug on. The calm, commanding voice that always sent shivers down your spine from just hearing him reprimand his younger brother.
Or Melone, whose ass you've been oogling any chance you can get. The way he communicates with his stand while in action, making you wonder how it would feel to be talked through an intense orgasm by him. His fingers surely skilled enough from typing on his keyboard, to find all your hidden sweet spots.
The choice is obvious, isn't it?
"You guysss... Why make me choose when you can both share?"
Now it's both of the assassins' turn to let their mouths fall open.
"B-both?" Prosciutto isn't sure whether he truly heard you right or if he'd accidentally aged himself with his stand to the point of hearing hallucinations.
"God... You're both so dramatic... You could've just asked and i'd be down." you laugh again, completely rendering Prosciutto shocked.
"Mhm~... hear that? Could've just asked and we would've had her all that time ago." Melone hums to his colleague as his hands find his way around your waist, moving to kneel behind you on the sofa.
"Y-you surely don't expect me to undress myself around someone so-so... foul."
"Hehe, as if you didn't get freaky with that red-haired lady amidst the mess her husband left behind after we finished him off." Melone chuckles at the blonde hitman over your shoulder and dips his hands under your top.
"Th-that was part of the contract!" the blonde growls.
"Hm~... Was it really?"
Prosciutto is about to answer, but you stop him.
"Enough!... Pros, I'm not asking you to join us, but clearly me and Melone are going to fuck now. With or without you." tuning to the side where Melone peeks out form behind you, you take his chin into your hand and stroke his cheek with your thumb. The purple-haired hitman only melts into your touch, enjoying the attention.
The room gets quiet as the man standing above you fights with himself inside his head. He finally gets to have you. But at the expense of sharing you with Melone, out of all his colleagues. Should he leave and approach you different time? Can he wait that long? Can he ignore the growing bulge in his pants from seeing you make Melone submit to you so easily?
No. No, he can't. And to make things worse, he now has to swallow his pride.
"...ridiculous." he mutters to himself while undoing his blazer.
Melone chuckles and his hands slowly start lifting your top, teasingly revealing more and more of your skin to your observer. The purple-haired hitman looks so adorable and submissive in your hold, you pull him closer and kiss him in the messiest way. Partially to either tease or excite Prosciutto but also given the awkward angle your head is at.
"Come on, cutie... Saddle up your prize." he hums, hands sliding down to help you partially lift off his lap to take off everything separating him from your sweet heat, while also trying to simultaneously free his length.
"Eyes on me. And only me." Prosciutto growls with his teeth clenched together, still clearly unhappy about the outcome of the situation. His thick member is now fully on display for you to admire. Two proud veins running down each side, meeting at the tip.
Fully focused on the blonde hitman, you gasp once a wet, dull tip prods at your hole. Wet already? He must've been enjoying teasing Prosciutto too much.
Melone whimpers as you finally lower onto him, making you realize how long he is. Surely longer than Prosciutto, but less thick. These two are truly a perfect combo.
"Come on~..." the man under you muses, taking your chin into his hold, so you can keep your head as still as possible for Prosciutto while he starts moving under you.
Finally, you take the blonde hitman's length into your mouth and he has to stop himself from giving into the feeling of it. The nights spent imagining himself doing just the same - well, minus the computer freak being involved - completely overshadowed by the current reality.
And as he starts to move, he almost cums immediately from seeing your eyes roll back as Melone starts expertly seeking out all your special spots and finding them.
"Mh... yeah, there?" he huffs, noticing how certain thrusts make you mean louder around Prosciutto. But that's not enough for him, he want you to be even louder, so his hand moves between your legs to play with your clit.
Your walls clench at the strong sensation, making Melone whine again and hide his head in the crook of your neck.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound alerts you and Prosciutto. looking around, the standing hitman reaches into the pocket of his pants to find someone calling.
You flash him a wide-eyed warning, but with a cocky smirk, he only accepts the call, speaking as if he wasn't on cloud nine currently.
"Yes? Oh, that was fast. Good.... I'll be there as soon as I can then... Oh and... Will Y/N or Melone be needed?... Okay, got it. On my way."
He hangs up again, tossing the phone behind himself, not caring whether it lands on the sofa or the ground.
"Leaving already?" Melone chuckles, not sparing any opportunity to take a teasing jab.
"You wish..." he scoffs, but continues to you, "Y/N... I never intended for our time to happen under circumstances like these... I promise... After the job is done, I'll invite you out to some restaurant and show you the real way I treat a lady."
Tears well up in your eyes from how nice the otherwise mean hitman treats you.
A quiet hum indicates to you that Melone is starting to feel forgotten and before you and even do anything more, the hand on your clit get even more ruthless. Your moans vibrating around Prosciutto's length bring his closer and closer, until he's spilling down your throat with a groan while looking up at the ceiling.
He quickly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants. While doing up his blazer back up, the way his eyes study your lips makes you think he's about to kiss you. And he may have planned on doing that, but ultimately the presence of his colleague ruined that.
Instead he turns around, searching for his phone. Thankfully it made it on the sofa, so he can quickly open it to see if any new messages regarding the job were sent to him, and leave.
Just as he's walking out of the room, he hears your moans, now not muffled by his member, loud and arousing. Getting completely destroyed from underneath by Melone. So arousing in fact, that he starts to feel the very familiar feeling in his cock once again. But not now. Now he has a job to do.
Thinking about having unresolved will-they-won't-they tension with Dazai until Fyodor, wanting to manipulate Dazai for another one of his insane plans, kidnaps me and sends Dazai videos of absolutely railing me in new positions every evening.
I NEED PROSCIUTTO X FEM TEAM MEMBER X MELONE FIGHTING OVER FOR HER ATTENTION AND THEN SHE LIKE YOU BOTH COULD'VE HAD ME IF YOU JUST ASKED AND THEN SMUT (please no feet I know it seems like melone's jam but no thank you)
Prosciutto x Fem!Reader x Melone - Say So (18+)
If you saw this post pop u some time ago, no you didn't TT
I may or may have not accidentally posted the unfinished draft x.x
Also sorry this took so long - life happened (a lot)
Ever since you joined, you remember Prosciutto and Melone not getrting along, which was kinda puzzling to you since everyone would tell you they used to get along. You always chalk it up to something happening between those two and never really connecting it to anything else much further.
Sure, the air seemed to get especially tense between them when one found you alone in a room with the other, but you didn't feel like asking about it. You were new and knew better than to ask too much. If they wanted to let you in on their little issue, they surely would in their own time.
Today the majority of La Squadra were called into the most recent temporary base to discuss a new contract.
You were already sitting on one of the sofas with Formaggio, playing a game against each other as Illusio, sitting on the other side of you, kept trying to give you both advice on how to win with interesting combos.
Risotto walked in and soon after him also Prosciutto. As much as you wanted to focus on your game, you couldn't help but to sneak a glance at the blonde assassin. The way he would carry himself definitely had you wondering to yourself if he'd be able to handle himself the same way in other aspects than his job. Is he more of a brat tamer or a pleasure dom?
And just that one quick glance is enough for Formaggio to get an advantage over you and win. As per his usual, he celebrates by loudly announcing his win to the whole room with both hands high up in the air.
"Hehe, that was a close one, Y/N. Perhaps you need someone else to show you some special combos." Melone emerges from the darkness behind you, making Prosciutto scoff and look away in annoyance. Almost as if Melone's flirting personally offended him. The purple haired assassin only chuckles at that and takes his seat on top of the backrest right behind you.
The meeting then goes on like usual and soon everyone is dismissed again. Everyone including Illusio and Formaggio leaves the room to do some preparations before the group moves to fulfill the contract, leaving only you, Melone and Prosciutto in the room.
"Hehe, let me see now..." Melone slides next to you into the spot previously occupied by your opponent.
For some reason the new further closeness between the two of you seems to make Prosciutto uncomfortable. And from the corner of your eye you notice him turn his head away and cross his legs.
Whatever this situation between those two is, its definitely puzzles you as it seems to be something between rivalry and jealousy. Just what exactly there is to be fighting over here? The size of their payout cut?
Subconsciously, you look up and in the blonde's direction and he seems to notice.
"What?" he booms in a tone he usually only uses to reprimand Pesci.
"You're distracting." you manage to recover pretty quickly after getting caught.
"Not the only one here..." he mutters more to himself as he reaches over to the coffee table separating the two sofas, for some book and opens it to pretend to read it.
When you look back at Melone, to see he's also looking at Prosciutto, smiling and as if taunting him with his eyes.
"Actually... come sit in my lap so i can guide your hands better..." Melone breaks the prolonged silence, returning his eyes back to you after a second or two.
A loud snap of a book closing makes you both jolt, and Prosciutto opens his mouth for a second, finding his words: "You're truly shameless. Shameless and despicable."
"And yet I've always managed to get closer than you ever could."
"If you truly believe you impeding on Y/N's personal space will make you the clear choice, you're simply mistaken."
"I'm sure if she minded, she'd sound off..."
"Quiet!" Prosciutto stands and kicks the coffee table separating you, aside, "Y/N, as much as I'm sorry for putting you into this situation in the first place, you must choose. Me or... that cretin."
You mouth gapes.
What?
So that is what the rivalry was about? You?
You can't help but bury your face in your hands, closing your eyes, trying hard not to laugh, but still a few chuckles escape you. To them, it however, surely must've looked like you're sobbing.
When you open them again, looking up at Prosciutto, you notice his intense stare has softened. The purple-haired tech maniac also looks worried, perhaps a bit insecure.
"Prosciutto..." you mutter, making the man standing above you jolt up, straightening up his posture and his mouth is about to crack into a victorious smirk, but stops once you continue, looking over to the other one, "Melone... Oh my goddd."
Prosciutto, who always makes a point to hold a door for you instead of darting in front of you like the others. Prosciutto with that super silky-looking hair you've been craving to touch and even tug on. The calm, commanding voice that always sent shivers down your spine from just hearing him reprimand his younger brother.
Or Melone, whose ass you've been oogling any chance you can get. The way he communicates with his stand while in action, making you wonder how it would feel to be talked through an intense orgasm by him. His fingers surely skilled enough from typing on his keyboard, to find all your hidden sweet spots.
The choice is obvious, isn't it?
"You guysss... Why make me choose when you can both share?"
Now it's both of the assassins' turn to let their mouths fall open.
"B-both?" Prosciutto isn't sure whether he truly heard you right or if he'd accidentally aged himself with his stand to the point of hearing hallucinations.
"God... You're both so dramatic... You could've just asked and i'd be down." you laugh again, completely rendering Prosciutto shocked.
"Mhm~... hear that? Could've just asked and we would've had her all that time ago." Melone hums to his colleague as his hands find his way around your waist, moving to kneel behind you on the sofa.
"Y-you surely don't expect me to undress myself around someone so-so... foul."
"Hehe, as if you didn't get freaky with that red-haired lady amidst the mess her husband left behind after we finished him off." Melone chuckles at the blonde hitman over your shoulder and dips his hands under your top.
"Th-that was part of the contract!" the blonde growls.
"Hm~... Was it really?"
Prosciutto is about to answer, but you stop him.
"Enough!... Pros, I'm not asking you to join us, but clearly me and Melone are going to fuck now. With or without you." tuning to the side where Melone peeks out form behind you, you take his chin into your hand and stroke his cheek with your thumb. The purple-haired hitman only melts into your touch, enjoying the attention.
The room gets quiet as the man standing above you fights with himself inside his head. He finally gets to have you. But at the expense of sharing you with Melone, out of all his colleagues. Should he leave and approach you different time? Can he wait that long? Can he ignore the growing bulge in his pants from seeing you make Melone submit to you so easily?
No. No, he can't. And to make things worse, he now has to swallow his pride.
"...ridiculous." he mutters to himself while undoing his blazer.
Melone chuckles and his hands slowly start lifting your top, teasingly revealing more and more of your skin to your observer. The purple-haired hitman looks so adorable and submissive in your hold, you pull him closer and kiss him in the messiest way. Partially to either tease or excite Prosciutto but also given the awkward angle your head is at.
"Come on, cutie... Saddle up your prize." he hums, hands sliding down to help you partially lift off his lap to take off everything separating him from your sweet heat, while also trying to simultaneously free his length.
"Eyes on me. And only me." Prosciutto growls with his teeth clenched together, still clearly unhappy about the outcome of the situation. His thick member is now fully on display for you to admire. Two proud veins running down each side, meeting at the tip.
Fully focused on the blonde hitman, you gasp once a wet, dull tip prods at your hole. Wet already? He must've been enjoying teasing Prosciutto too much.
Melone whimpers as you finally lower onto him, making you realize how long he is. Surely longer than Prosciutto, but less thick. These two are truly a perfect combo.
"Come on~..." the man under you muses, taking your chin into his hold, so you can keep your head as still as possible for Prosciutto while he starts moving under you.
Finally, you take the blonde hitman's length into your mouth and he has to stop himself from giving into the feeling of it. The nights spent imagining himself doing just the same - well, minus the computer freak being involved - completely overshadowed by the current reality.
And as he starts to move, he almost cums immediately from seeing your eyes roll back as Melone starts expertly seeking out all your special spots and finding them.
"Mh... yeah, there?" he huffs, noticing how certain thrusts make you mean louder around Prosciutto. But that's not enough for him, he want you to be even louder, so his hand moves between your legs to play with your clit.
Your walls clench at the strong sensation, making Melone whine again and hide his head in the crook of your neck.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound alerts you and Prosciutto. looking around, the standing hitman reaches into the pocket of his pants to find someone calling.
You flash him a wide-eyed warning, but with a cocky smirk, he only accepts the call, speaking as if he wasn't on cloud nine currently.
"Yes? Oh, that was fast. Good.... I'll be there as soon as I can then... Oh and... Will Y/N or Melone be needed?... Okay, got it. On my way."
He hangs up again, tossing the phone behind himself, not caring whether it lands on the sofa or the ground.
"Leaving already?" Melone chuckles, not sparing any opportunity to take a teasing jab.
"You wish..." he scoffs, but continues to you, "Y/N... I never intended for our time to happen under circumstances like these... I promise... After the job is done, I'll invite you out to some restaurant and show you the real way I treat a lady."
Tears well up in your eyes from how nice the otherwise mean hitman treats you.
A quiet hum indicates to you that Melone is starting to feel forgotten and before you and even do anything more, the hand on your clit get even more ruthless. Your moans vibrating around Prosciutto's length bring his closer and closer, until he's spilling down your throat with a groan while looking up at the ceiling.
He quickly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants. While doing up his blazer back up, the way his eyes study your lips makes you think he's about to kiss you. And he may have planned on doing that, but ultimately the presence of his colleague ruined that.
Instead he turns around, searching for his phone. Thankfully it made it on the sofa, so he can quickly open it to see if any new messages regarding the job were sent to him, and leave.
Just as he's walking out of the room, he hears your moans, now not muffled by his member, loud and arousing. Getting completely destroyed from underneath by Melone. So arousing in fact, that he starts to feel the very familiar feeling in his cock once again. But not now. Now he has a job to do.
This took a second. For that I'm sorry, but my ADHD brain came up w other big projects, I was sick and had prom during the time it took to write this. TT
Anyway, here it is. Enjoy ^^
CWs/TWs: they're both kinda drunk but sober up in the moment (magic, idk), Leander calls reader mistress and princess, knife play, improper(ish) use of magic, orgasm control, mating press, mention of squirting, hehe ^^
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"Nah, you're a sub if I've ever seen one. You like to show yourself off and get all the eyes on you." you chuckle and take a sip of your drink, analysing your drinking buddy Leander, "Y' act like big tough leader, but in reality you just wanna be told what to do by someone holding the leash."
"Hah... Maybe that's what I wanna make everyone believe..." Leander finishes his glass in one swing and slowly starts leaning closer to you, his voice dropping into a growl, "To lure in someone who thinks they're calling the shots and then flip the tables on them."
"Ha, sure." you snort, maybe a bit too loud, but it's not like the people around you aren't being overly loud either.
"Don't believe me?" his smirk is unreadable, either challenging you to prove your words, or simply pretending to.
"Meh, there's the big talk. But if it really came to it, you wouldn't put up any fight." you're intrigued, but you choose to keep the control of the situation in your hands by taking the wind out of his sails.
"Hahah, scared I'll flip the tables on you?" Leander continues to push further and moving closer to you until your shoulders are touching.
"Hm... Nah..." you take a second to pretend you're thinking about about it and then sharply inhale, looking away with a bored expression. The things he's doing are working on you but you won't admit it.
"Mhm... Not interested and yet something about you just screams begging me to throw you over my shoulder and take me upstairs to give you a night that most people here would do anything for." he moves even closer so he can murmur into your ear with his voice in that deep tone he uses to woo the crowd.
His words hit you right in the precise spot and your walls clench at the idea of what a night like that could entail, but you aren't going to give him the satisfaction so easily. Taking an extra second make sure you're as composed as one can be before turning to look back at Leander who's now moved his stool so he can sit at an angle behind you.
"That desperate to prove me wrong?"
"That desperate I'll prove you wrong?" he deadpans back with a knowing look.
"Leander I'm clearly not -" you try to dismiss the situation since it's clear to you that if this continues any longer, you'll loose, but Leander interrupts you.
"Then why is your energy completely charged, wanting?" his stare is intense and you, for the first time this evening, don't know what to say. "You forget, Y/N, that magic is just manipulation of energy and I can notice any shifts in it."
The realisation makes you groan before you can stop yourself.
"Hahah... Though if I couldn't I would've believed you." Leander laughs, "Still, the offer is on the table. Your call, really... Just say the word."
"Well... Imma have to say no, still... That's what you get for toying with me." you smile in some sort of final victory to this situation and turn back.
"And if I apologise? If I let you think you were right for one turn and only then make you regret it?" Leander pouts, hugging your waist form the back.
Now this an offer you don't wanna refuse.
"Hm... Buy me one more drink then."
That one drink actually turned to a few more and now you're stumbling upstairs together. Hands roaming and lips attempting to connect in a messy kiss only made less possible with your height difference and the constant bobbing as you ascend the stairs.
Once the door to his room opens, Leander walks backward, pulling you along with him until his legs hit his bed and he allows himself to fall on top of the soft mattress. With a flick of his fingers so fast, you barely register it, the door closes on it's own behind you.
"Now... You've got me all alone and for yourself... What are your plans with me... mistress?" he looks up at you, making sure to emphasize your new temporary title.
You can't lie, you've been wondering the same thing every now and then before bed, hence your initial assumption. But tonight you only crave one thing from him in light of the previous interaction.
Quickly, you shed all you upper garments so your tits proudly fall right in front of him, at his exact eye level. Instantly, you can see the change in Leander's eyes. Good, he's catching on.
"I want your smart mouth on them, pretty boy." you run your hand through his hair and angle is head upwards so he can look up at you as you speak.
The spellcaster doesn't waste any second and dives in to leave kisses and hickeys on your delicate skin. His hands find your waist and pull you closer to him, so he can reach more of you.
Wet sounds of kisses fill the room soon and your breathing slightly speeds up. Your hand playing with the soft chestnut strands on Leander's head, sometimes tugging from the sudden surprise of his bite.
Your legs slowly start to tremble as his tongue finds your nipple and circles over it. As your moans start to leak out, one of his hands slowly starts to move between the two of you and stroke your folds through your pants.
On instinct, your teeth find your bottom lip so you don't make much noise, but Leander clearly doesn't like that.
"Come on, mistress. Let me hear you all nice and properly. I need to know if I'm doing a good job or I might stop." he pulls back, looking back up at you, trying to look innocent.
"Maybe do your job good enough, that I'm too loud even though I'm trying to muffle it." you shoot back, trying to sound teasing, but your actual irritation seeps through.
Leander only chuckles and with a mutter of "yeah, we'll see about that soon", he dives back in. His fingers teasing your trough your clothing now withdraw and start unbuttoning your pants to work their way in and continue their motions without the thick barrier.
Light touches make your walls clench around nothing, making you wish they'd fill you up instead. But soon enough the feathery teasing turns into slow circles over your clit.
With a soft bite, the magician takes your nipple between his teeth and pulls at it gently, making you whine and sway your hips in his hold.
Leander repeats this action a few times with both of your nipples until his fingers finally dip into your heat. The intrusion feels so good, you let go of his hair and brace yourself on his shoulders.
The thick fingers start pumping in and out, picking up speed and you finally break, unable to hold back to noises escaping your lips. Leander enjoys this and hums into your skin, that is now starting to react to his lips by turning purple and blue in places he'd passed over.
As your mind hazes over with the pleasure of the knot tightening in your stomach, somewhere in the back of your mind, you still have some space left to question whether you're still the dominant one in this situation. Perhaps. Or perhaps this is one of those situations when both sides think they're the ones dominant in the moment.
The longer Leander continues worshiping your body, the more time he has to consider just how he'll show you that you were so, so wrong about him and that once it's his turn to call the shots, he'll make sure you come back crawling to him, begging to see that side of him again.
Or he so he tries to, until your wetness starts to gush out of your hole around his fingers, soaking his hand. In that moment all his thoughts leave him, his focus simply turning to keeping up his motions until you finally burst around him. And judging by the way your walls tightly clench around his fingers, that should be any moment now.
"Hn~" this might be the first time you've come standing up without being properly supported and with the way your orgasm builds up to be an intense one, you aren't sure if you'll be able to take it like that either. You just have to hope your knees won't give out.
"Feeling close, mistress?" Leander teases, knowing fully well that your words might as well be the thing that pushes you over the edge. And it really is.
Your hands grip the spellcaster's shoulders tighter as your orgasm washes over you and your knees start to dangerously buckle. Thankfully he's still holding you by the waist, so you don't fall, but as the fog of bliss in your mind dissipates, you suddenly feel your back hit the soft mattress of his bed.
As you come back to your senses, Leander is kneeling above you, peeling off your soaked pants and shoes with socks in one go.
"Hah... Looks like it's my turn now." he chuckles, darkness overtaking his eyes, telling you that you're now about to see a completely different Leander than the one who just painted your chest with hickeys.
As you lift your head up more, to see better, you see Leander only now shed his coat, armor and top. Still in his pants, one of his hands moves to his belt, toying with it as his eyes take in your sweaty figure.
Suddenly his palm makes a contact with a hilt of the dagger he always wears with him and an idea sparks in his mind.
"Before I start, do you wanna set a safe word?" he smiles at you as he pulls out the weapon and starts toying with it in his hand.
"Uh-hm... how about... amethyst?" you try to come up with anything witty, but ultimately come up empty, so you choose the first thing on your mind.
Leander doesn't respond and only nods with a widening grin. He slowly lowers himself down to hover over you, moving the other one still holding the dagger out of your view.
His thick thigh moves itself between your legs, barely making contact with your heated pussy, still sensitive and slightly buzzing from the prior stimulation.
Your entire field of view is taken up by Leander's broad chest, making you slightly nervous about what he intends to do with the dagger. You've always suspected some darker kinks hiding behind that friendly exterior, but how far would he really go without asking you about it first? He did promise to you that he'll go all the way out, didn't he?
"Nervous?" Leander notices the way your heartbeat slightly picks up. His voice doesn't show much sympathy, but rather a more teasing tone.
You still have some fight in you, so you laugh at his faux concern, but that laugh is interrupted by a gasp the moment the cold end of the dagger's hilt makes contact with your heated flesh.
It feels almost like the rounded handle was perfectly made to slide between your folds to drag against your sensitive nub with sparks of cold electricity.
"Le-ander~" the way this feels so, so good surprises you and all you can do in the moment is feel your eyes roll into the back of your skull as the magician uses your previous release to glide the metal at a steady pace.
"Hah, if only you could see yourself like this... You already look so fucked out and I barely even touched you yet." Leander smirks down at you, his voice so soothing and still adding onto the flame growing inside you. If he keeps it up, you'll cum again just from this.
"Don't tell me you're about to come again, heh... How are you even gonna take my cock like this? I'm gonna break your poor little mind." he continues and his words almost make you loose yourself just like he said.
"Ngh~" the way your pleasure builds up again so fast makes you worried you might squirt again, feeding his ego, but just as you dangerously start nearing another peak, Leander stops.
Instead he brings the dagger back into your vision and puts on a show for you of him licking every drop of your wetness off it, groaning at the taste.
"Heh, decided to go easy on you so you don't get all hurt again on me. But I'm done holding myself back now. If you wanna stop this you better do it now, because I don't think you'll be of the senses to do it later." yet another words flow out of his lips and you swear he's using some of his magic on you. You've never had anyone else get you so needy just from the way they talk to you.
"Nah..." you shake your head while the word comes out as more of a whine than you'd like.
Leander chuckles darkly and hurriedly sets the dagger on his nightstand. He doesn't even bother with fully taking off his pants, rather undoing his belt and zipper with a practiced precision, like he'd done so many times before already, freeing his hard throbbing cock.
It looks so angrily red, the tip leaking, letting you know just how much watching you come undone once and almost second time excited him.
Big hands force your legs apart as much as they can without folding you in half and it feels like all air was stolen form your lungs. The cold air hits your heated pussy, making your wetness feel like ice on your skin.
The mage enters you in one fluid motion and the feeling of fullness is almost enough to make you push over the edge, but something inside you - as if something foreign - manages to hold it together.
Leander is so hungry for you, he doesn't take his time to ease into you and slowly pick up speed - why would he when your walls practically suck him in, perfectly adapting to his size despite it being thicker than his fingers?
From the onset he sets a brutal pace with enough force to make you move up and down the bed. His headboard doesn't bang against the wall, however, since, as you come to discover later, his bed is a few inches away from it - most likely due to exactly this reason.
A low growl leaves Leander, his light eyes studying every one of your expressions, just like in the beginning. You still can't decide whether you feel like an adored masterpiece or a hunted prey. Maybe you're both at the same time.
"Mhh... You look so~" the spellcaster purrs as his hips snap into yours, making wet sounds echo throughout the room.
The rough approach feels so good. It feels like you're on a never-ending edge and nothing seems to push you over. And you also don't want to be pushed over yet.
There's seems to be something more in the air than condensation and heat from your activity. Something that feels like electricity, just about ready to snap and give you a painful shock. Maybe if you listened more carefully, you could hear it cracking.
You're interrupted form your haze of bliss by Leander who licks a stripe us your cheek. Only once he's done, you realise he was licking off your tears which slipped out of your eyes. God, you feel so good, you started crying.
It feels so good, it's starting to hurt to not finally come. Leander can tell and so he playfully bites your ear before purring into it: "Does it hurt already? The need to come? To fucking squirt all over me and the bed that we gotta spend the night in a different room 'cuz the mattress needs to dry out?"
The only response you can offer him is a broken cry, which he happily accepts and continues, "Look at you... This is how I take control. When I do, I take it fully."
And then you realise. The foreign feeling inside you, keeping you from cumming was Leander's magic all this time.
Suddenly, the mage sits up, his hips never stilling, and finally folding you into a mean mating press.
"Aw~, I can see you're just about to loose your mind, princess, so I'll be nice to you..." he still runs his mouth, sounding like he isn't completely rearranging your insides into pretty shapes, "Bu~ut before I have your walls milk me fro all I've got... Answer me this: Who's fucking you this good right now?"
The sudden prompt fro you to speak, only draws out broken noises out of you for a while, but Leander patiently waits for you to answer, "N~ah..! Y-you are~!"
"Good, heh... So do you still believe I'm just a show off?"
"N-no...! You-u're no~t!"
"Good girl... Cum for me. Soak me with that sweet pussy of yours." he commands and you immediately feel the intense orgasm wash over your body, instantly making you pass out from the exhaustion.
Getting caught reading a hot teacher!Nanami smut by a creepy teacher!Kishibe during class which then makes him give you detention in his office, recreating it word for word
On a low energy day I like to imagine Enjin seeing me without my usual spark and sulking bc even as a giver he can't give me any of his energy to make me feel better
Augh, I can't wait to know more about these characters bc I just know Elyon is going to be a problem for me (and possibly this blog) UU
(I didn't make headers for them yet, might make them once i know for sure they'll be recurring characters for me ^^)
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Elyon
For some reason he's giving Kotoyuki from Silent Hill f vibes (might just be the long hair and mysterious aura, idk)
Getting the obvious out of the way again, master servant roleplay enthusiast
Likes having his s/o sit in his lap while he's working
He's also a big fan of when his partner puts a show on for him
And yes, his standards in that regard are high, but then again you're not his worker and your performance is for his eyes only
I-... I kinda hate to say this but he kinda gives The CEO vibes...
Like yes, you're only his and you're his to devour body and soul, but he's also not above fucking you right in front of everyone in the middle of the main room of his brothel
Oh, and actually a sfw hc that came to me: he loves poetry and writes his own
Might even be into calligraphy and his favorite canvas is your naked body
Is there a term for that? Paint brush play? Whatever, I hope you know what I mean
Anyway, lemme just finish this off by saying another obvious: well versed in all types of BDSM including shibari
Only the gross stuff like scat and watersports he hates
Oh, and in LIs version I mentioned that Leander + Ais is the dream team, well I now raise you Elyon + Vere
Sen
Okay at first a random fun fact? In my language sen means dream ^^
Anyway, step on me
For Sen sex is not just about the finish line
She's also in it for the energetic exchange and the spiritual aspects
So sometimes, she'll treat it more like a ritual than a spur of the moment thing
I feel like she might be inclined to either be hypersexual (this might not be the right word for it, acc) or indifferent to it
The reason being that given her affliction (immortality), she seeks out any way of feeling something, but that can also bring a lot of disappointment if the partner doesn't really deliver
But then again when she meets you, she might finally find satisfaction bc with you it'd different
I can see her being into some more out there kinks like knife play and aphrodisiacs, but that's also partially due to the ritualistic aspect of sex for her
She definitely screams dommy mommy, btw
And she's definitely strong enough to pin you down no matter how strong you are and how strong she doesn't look
I can totally see her put Leander in his place in her DLC
A sfw hc: her flower is Queen of The Night which is a really beautiful type of night-blooming orchid that's associated with Hecate so I'd imagine her being of the same vibe
Tsugaru Shinuchi x fem!Reader - Oni's obedience (18+)
It's baffling that this is maybe the first fanfic on this himbo on here, but that's why I started my blog in the first place - to show love to the overlooked characters ^^
Also I have the memory of a goldfish and don't remember if the mother was step-mom or not TT
CW's/TW's: Besides the writer's poor memory of the plot details? reader is kinda a bitch, dom-leaning reader, reader calls Tsugeru pup and good boy, marking, switch Tsugeru, a pinch of degradation, mirror sex
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Being the older daughter of the Godard family was considered to be a great prestige many would kill to possess, but you frankly couldn't care less.
Especially given the fairly recently established peace attempts with the humans made your daily life boring. No more amusing yourself by traversing the shadows and scaring unsuspecting humans or pretending to be a helpless victim of some violent drunkard before revealing your true identity and feasting yourself.
You were so bored of reading the same stories over and over again, you might've as well decided to run away and join some traveling freakshow if nothing interesting happened.
But then it did.
Your father's wife, your stepmother was viciously murdered in her own bedroom. Staked and doused in holy water. And since the police proved to be useless, some mysterious detective was hired instead.
The evening two people presented themselves to you and your family, one of them holding a birdcage under a cloth, a familiar spark lit up in your eyes.
Neither of them looked like they possess much braincells. The maid with what you assumed to be a gun wrapped in a cloth seems more like a statue, but there was something intriguing about the man.
His weird blue streak seems like the least of the things that made him feel different from anyone you've ever met. Like there's something sleeping inside him that rarely gets to go out and play.
Oh how correct you were.
That very same morning you find yourself sneaking around the mansion to make your way to the garden where you'd set up a meeting with the detective's assistant.
"My, isn't it a bit late for you to be out and about, dear miss?" Tsugaru approaches you in the shade of some trees that hide the two of you from the view of anyone who might be also awake at this time.
"Would you rather that I return to my room?" you respond, dramatically turning away like he just severely insulted you.
"And have me miss out on this?... nah." his hands find your hips without any hesitation as he walks you backward until your back hits the bricks.
"Ah, how brave of you. I should punish you for daring to touch me like this." one of your hands flies into his dark-blue hair as he buries his head into your neck, planting hungry kisses and bites.
"Then by all means punish me." Tsugaru raises his head to look at you with challenging obedience.
Not even a few seconds later, the spot occupied by the two of you becomes the origin of sounds of wet heated flesh meeting mixed with your gasps and soft groans and whines of the half-oni.
As you've come to find, his halfling abilities already come to rival yours, which is a rarity even amongst your kind. This helps to greatly expand the possibilities of your daily endeavors.
With his strength he's able to toss you around like you weight almost nothing. Just like now, that him simply holding you up to drill into your wet pussy is slowly turning into him using you like his personal fuck toy with how lost he is in the bliss of your walls clamping down around him.
From the moment you spoke to him, you knew he didn't have much experience talking to women, let alone someone as bewitching as you. Yet somehow, when it comes to physical stuff, it's almost like he has more experience than you.
If it were any other man, you wouldn't allow yourself to enjoy yourself as much without fearing the loss of the dominant role in this situation, but with Tsugaru clearly loosing his mind more and more with each thrust, only focusing on the mutual pleasure you both feel, you let your head fall back in bliss.
Just as you're nearing your release, a set of whines make you pick your head up and oh, what a sight you come to see. The half-oni's eyes are rolled back and his tongue is slightly lolled out. If only you could see this face more often, the rest of your life could feel more bearable even with the prospect of having to feast on wild animals instead of humans.
"Haa~! Y-Y/N-" he begins to babble, but you interrupt him in time, "Call me mistress, pup!"
"Hn~haaa! I'm-I'm so close, mistress!" he mewls out, almost too loud that it could alert some of the servants, but neither of you care at the moment.
"That's my good boy. Cum for me. Cum for your mistress." you urge him on also partially to help push your own release over the edge.
The next morning you meet Tsugaru outside his detective-carrying duties is in your room.
You're sprawled on your bed in one of your finest silken nightgowns whose bottom hem is bunched around your waist as your thighs tremble on either side of his head.
Wet sounds fill the room as the performer discovers all the different ways he can bring you pleasure only with his tongue and mouth. You don't allow him to use his fingers yet, until he manages to make you finish without them.
Your wetness might as well be considered an aphrodisiacs from the way Tsugaru looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, trying not to rut his hardness against the sheets of your bed.
"That's it, my good boy. You're gonna make some other girls out there happy." you coo, fully aware the quickly shortening time you two have for yourself.
The detective is quickly nearing the discovery of the true culprit, meaning her presence will no longer be needed at the mansion and with that the departure of your plaything too.
"Mhn~! But other girls won't make me feel as good as you, mistress." the half-oni whines, quite not as lost like the day before, but still drunk on your scent and the taste of you.
"I am aware~" your witty remark turns into a breathy moan as Tsugeru resumes sucking your clit with fervor, clearly getting cockier thanks to his exploration of what makes you loose your own mind.
"Oho, I think your leash on me is slipping." he lets go of your bundle of nerves and nuzzles his face into your inner thigh instead.
"Heh... You wish." your hand flies into his hair and pulls him up to meet your now angry glare. "Now finish your meal or I won't let you cum at all today."
"Hm~... As you wish... mistress." he draws your title out, deliberately taking his time to purr out each syllable. As soon as he dives back in, it dawns on you just what his next move is.
His lips enclose around your little bud and start sucking with so much intensity, it feels like an electric current was sent through your veins and you start seeing stars. You can no longer contain your noises and your back arches off the bed in an almost painful arch.
Tsugeru only looks up at you with content in his eyes, that he's finally managed to break that cool facade of yours. If he weren't bringing you to your knees with his lips, he'd surely be smirking.
Your clawed hands find the pillow under your head and grip onto it as an attempt to ground yourself to your last shreds of sanity, but as the unrelentless assault to your clit continues, you almost rip the plush thing apart.
"Ho~ly~!Fuck-fuck-fuckfuckfuck~!" you can't stop crying out as you near the intense peak and your vision starts going dark in the edges.
All it takes to fully push you into a screaming, trembling, gushing orgasm is a soft chuckle from the half-oni as he revels in this newly found position of power. How easy it would've been to snatch your release from you on the last second.
As you come down with deep, shaky breaths, Tsugeru tries to act all innocent like he hasn't just given you an early sight of the pearly gates which you surely won't even be allowed to enter once you time comes.
"Lay. Down." as spent as you feel, your hunger for him only rises so you sternly order him, determined to fuck the respect back into him. Or so you intend to, which over the course of the next few hour simply turns into the need to engrave your whole being in his mind so no other mortal nor immortal soul manages to satisfy him ever again.
The last time you spend with your loyal puppy is also the day the detective reveals the result of her investigation. As it turns out, the culprit was your little brother. Hm, not that you really care. You always got along better with your other brother, Claude while Raoul would stay on his own.
The whole scene is like from some drama. The exposal of your brother leading to him attempting to attack the detective and Tsugaru taking it upon himself to dispose of him which resulted in them smashing through one of the windows to continue the fight.
Seeing the half-oni fight only served to excite you in all the right places, that you had to excuse yourself before your brother met his end under the pretense of fear and sadness.
Following the intense event you walk through the manor, seeking out the man who just killed your brother. You find him in the bathroom where he's washing his upper body to make himself presentable again.
"Impressive show, performer." you announce your presence and fold your arms over your chest.
"Hehe, did you enjoy it? Oh wait, I know you did! I could feel your eyes watch me the whole time." Tsugaru starts out in his stupidly cheery voice, but gradually allows it to drop into the deep rumble he used to tease you.
"Full of ourselves, are we?" you walk past him, with a seductive sway in your hips, to look at yourself in the special aluminium-lined mirror that also reflects vampires, and pretend to simply primp yourself.
"Mhm... Would you rather be full of me instead?" he steps closely behind you, his hands caging you on either side against the counter and his head comes slightly down to look at you through the mirror reflection.
Before you even get to smirk in response, Tsugaru is already hiking your dress up to bare your lower half to him. The chilly early morning air in the room hits your already soaked pussy and you bite your lip to not give him the satisfaction so soon.
"You wanna be full of the guy who just destroyed some of your manor with his bare hands, mistress?" he purrs into your ear, grinding his hardening cock against your ass.
"I-I simply came here to say my goodbyes, pervert." you still try to keep your composure despite how clearly it crumbles with every slow drag of Tsugaru's clothed erection.
"Hm... Then allow me to express mine my way." he slowly pushes you down on the counter, nudging your legs slightly apart to have more space for himself.
In the reflection, you watch how Tsugaru fumbles for the button of his pants, freeing his hard dick. It's definitely one of the prettier ones you've seen in your life.
He doesn't spare any time in plunging himself in your needy hole, allowing his hips to fall into a rhythm as he starts planting open-mouthed kisses on the open back of your dress. Then suddenly he bites down hard, piercing your skin.
"Tsugu~" you whine out of shock and the pleasure of pain.
"Might wanna wear something less revealing for some time now. My bite marks don't really go away that easily." he chuckles, reminding you of the unique ability to take the life of an immortal creature, only him and very few select possess.
For a good measure, he bites you a few more times with each bite bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.
"Ngh~... I gotta admit, I will miss you, Y/N... Maybe once I'm done with this job, I might come over for a visit." he mutters into your slightly bleeding skin, spreading the crimson streaks with his lips.
"Ha~h... What if I already have someone entertaining me?" you try to keep it together which seems much harder than the two previous days. Tsugaru's thrusts feel different now, almost as if the fight and his remaining cockiness form yesterday give him new sense of confidence.
The performer doesn't answer right away and instead moves his head to leave open mouthed kisses on your throat until he finally looks at you through the mirror and with a voice stained with something more feral, growls: "Guess I'll have to kill them too."
The words alone trigger your orgasm out of nowhere, almost like they were a command for your walls to clamp around him and try to milk him for all he's got.
As Tsugaru fucks you through you high, his hand comes up to gather your hair into an impromptu ponytail to use it as a leverage to pound into you some more before spilling deep inside you.
And even after your intense goodbyes, you can't help but feel sad to see him leave alongside that stoic maid and bodyless detective. But then maybe again if things get too boring, you can use your hidden mind controlling abilities, that not even your family knows about, to cause another murder mystery.
I love starting writing for new characters with some good NSFW HCs to get the feel for them ^^
Also, you know a character is written well when I gotta stop myself from coming up w more and more HCs :D (maybe i can make pt.2?)
Mind you, at the time of writing this I haven't finished the story that we have so far so Mhin might be a bit ooc, but I tried to read up on them without spoiling much ^^
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Combat boots kink, voyeurism and public stuff
This mans just loves to shown off and to be looked up to...
...as a dom
Now as a bottom?
The moment you order him to kneel, he's already throbbing and leaking
He'll be the bestest boy you've ever seen, but you better be able to take it once it's his turn to be the one giving out the orders
And this boy is filthyyy
I mean, not Kishibe level of filthy, but he's getting there
Like he will clean ur boots with his tongue, no problem - he's probably had worse things in his mouth before
He's got prince albert piercing too
Definitely uses his magic on you in any way the situation calls for
Tying you down, lifting you up, or even getting you off without touching you whatsoever
If you get periods, stay as far away from him as you can during it
Hell, he's even able to tell when it's about to start
No surprise - he's into choking
What do you think his rings are for?
Also headlocks, he loves how much control it gives him over you
Loves a good bratty sub
This man will even ignore you on purpose to have you acting up so he can punish you
His fave punishments are stuffing your mouth with his cock and cockwarming
Depending on his mood and how you act up
Ais and Leander is the perfect combo if you wanna delve into some darker role-plays/kinks like cnc, slave-master or blood play
Denial
He will get you pent up and do nothing about it for days on end until you break down and either physically drag him away from his book or try to handle your situation alone, getting caught in the process
Either way he's going to act more like a disappointed parent, making sure to scold you while railing you into the nearest piece of furniture
Another thing he can't get enough of is having you in his lap as he reads
Over time you get so restless, you start grinding on his clothed thigh just to get some reaction out of him
He'll pretend not to notice or mind, but he will stop you just as you're about to cum
"I was intending on paying you more attention after finishing this chapter, but should you choose to take your pleasure now, I might as well finish my book."
This is getting long so I'll just say that aside denial, he's actually a lovely service dom, so as long as you endure his torture, he's willing to give you all the pleasure in the world
Let's get the obvious out of the way: yes, he's a bratty sub that you gotta earn and a mean dom
Bondage is also given and he's really skilled in it, even capable of shibari
Domming Vere has to be really cute sight tho...
Like he'll try to act all unbothered and all, but his tail always betrays him ^^
Big fan of public stuff too, but not like Leander, who'd be happily seen railing you against a wall
Vere is exactly the type to play with you under the table with people around and show no mercy
I hope it also doesn't come as a surprise that he enjoys degrading you and be degraded
But he does expect a lot of aftercare afterwards... maybe even more than he really needs
At a first glance my though was, oh Ace
But nah, I thought about it a bit and pretty much guessed correctly that Mhin just doesn't wanna let people in
This especially includes the bedroom stuff
In general, I don't think Mhin even touches themselves, unless they really absolutely need to and only in their safehouse, trying to get done with it as soon as possible
This does pose an interesting situation though:
You can make it your own personal goal to get them as drunk on you as possible that they completely forget about all the dangers and loose themselves
Only then will you truly get to hear the pretty whines, gasps and moans they let out
Oh, did I mention? In the beginning you'll have to take the lead in this, so they'll be pretty subby, but after gaining some confidence, they'll get more adventurous and show you just how much their hunter skills can be used in the bedroom
