Press Start! — Back Again! (17/22)

Hello beautiful lady! smut for prompt “Does he fuck you like this? Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Please! Love you!

warning: steamy

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It was never your intention to hook up with a coworker. True, you fantasized about Johnny Tuturro nearly every night, but it was just that—a fantasy. You never thought you would ever sleep with someone you worked with.

And then you did. Insult to injury…

…it wasn’t Johnny.

Johnny was FBI, and you were DEA. As your years undercover started to stack up, you found yourself working with Johnny and some of the other agents in Graceland more and more. You and Johnny flirted—he was the resident flirt, after all—but you hadn’t so much as shook his hand. So when you got drunk one night with a fellow DEA agent and ended up having sex with him, you were shocked at yourself. It meant nothing, and you two started hooking up as a way to release tension after tough cases. The sex was average at best, mediocre at worst, and honestly, the thing that kept you coming back was the fact that he kind of looked like Johnny. His smile wasn’t nearly as breathtaking, and he didn’t have Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, but they had a similar build and similar coloring, so your DEA slam piece was a suitable substitute for the real thing.

You had just finished a case in South California, and you were exhausted. You washed your undercover persona off of you, letting the warm water cleanse you and strip away the layers and the lies until you were yourself again. When you got out of the shower, you noticed you had a message on your phone. You sighed when you saw who it was—your DEA “friend”. You’d just closed a pretty big case, and you knew news of it was circulating through the acronyms (FBI, DEA, ATF, etc.), but you’d earned a few days off, and you were going to take them. Which is why you were currently in a hotel room, looking forward to not having to deal with anybody—criminal or government agent—for at least 72 hours. So when you read his text asking if you “wanted company”, you just rolled your eyes and ignored it.

But then you got a knock on your door—and the only people who knew where you were worked with you—so you sighed and looked through the hole and—

—oh.

It was Johnny.

You opened the door, frowning as he walked in. “Tuturro, what are you doing here?”

He turned to you, a smirk on his handsome face. “Heard you just closed the case on those SoCal meth dealers,” he said as you tried (and failed) not to check him out, “so I thought I’d come and congratulate you.”

You smiled, putting your hands on your hips. “In person?”

“Mm hmm,” he answered, turning to look around the room, “since you’re in my neck of the woods…”

“Are you looking for something?”

He turned back to you. “Didn’t know if you had…company.”

The pause before he said “company” let you know exactly what kind of company he was referring to. You frowned. “Fuck. How’d you hear about that?”

“Paige,” he shrugged, “but to be fair, I begged her to tell me. Actually had to take over her chores for three weeks to get her to talk—”

“—wait, you asked Paige who I was sleeping with? Why?” Your heart was twisting in your chest. What if he had been interested in you too, and now he thought you were a slut? What if he talked to the DEA slam piece and just thought you were an easy lay? Was that what he was here for? And if it was, would you still go for him? You wanted Johnny bad, but you knew him well enough to know that the attraction was more than just physical. You liked him. He was smart and funny and courageous and kind… He was everything you wanted, but what if he only wanted one thing from you?

And what if you gave it to him? What then?

“Nah, nah, I asked her if you were seeing anyone, and then she told me about Derek…” Johnny waited for you to interject, but you didn’t. You bit your lip; what exactly could she have told him? You were afraid to ask. “…And I don’t wanna get in the way of anybody, or you and him, but I also really, really wanted to see you,” he was rambling now, and you could feel a smile spreading on your lips, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I know I missed the chance to shoot my shot, and I’m sure Derek is a cool dude or whatever but…” He stepped up to you, and you looked up at him, eyes wide and heart pounding. “…he ain’t me.”

You swallowed, and you could see nothing but determination in his dark eyes. “No,” you agreed, “he’s not.”

“Look, I don’t care if my being here pisses him off or whatever, or if he has an issue with me after this—if he does, he knows where to find me,” Johnny sighed, “but I do care about messing things up with you—I like being your friend, I do, but damn, Y/N… I want more.” He reached out, his hand cupping your face, warm and steady. “I want more.”

“I do too,” you confessed, outing your hand over his on your face, “Johnny, I… I’m crazy about you.”

He smiled, and even though it was dark outside, it was like watching the sun rise. Johnny Tuturro’s smile was incredibly beautiful, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Apparently, that was all that needed to be said, because Johnny leaned forward and kissed you, and it was easily the best kiss you’d ever had. You wrapped your arms around him, wanting him closer, and you tilted your head, inviting him to kiss you deeper.

“You sure,” he asked, still kissing you, “this is okay? I don’t want Derek—”

“—Derek isn’t my boyfriend or anything,” you said back, eyes closed as you kissed him, “he’s just a guy I sleep with sometimes.”

He chuckled, one hand going to the small of your back to keep you close to him, and the other going to your waist. “But that’s done now, yeah?”

You laughed back. “Yeah…” You bit your lip again, and Johnny groaned. “What?”

“You don’t know, huh?” He asked, looking down at you. “You don’t know how incredibly sexy you are when you do that. Fuck…”

You shivered; his voice was getting deeper and rougher as he spoke, and it was sexy as hell. Johnny’s hands fell to your hips as he kissed his way down to your neck, and you moaned lowly at the feel of his soft lips on your skin. “Johnny…” You sighed, your hands finding their way underneath his shirt, caressing his toned back. “Johnny…”

You could feel his smirk on your skin, and that turned you on even more. “Yeah, baby?”

“Johnny,” you were whining now, and he lifted his head up to see the pout on your face, “I want you.”

“Yeah,” he leaned down and kissed you again, “I want you too…” You took hold of his shirt and started to lead him to the bed. “I just want to be clear,” he said as he helped you out of your shirt, “I don’t wanna be the new Derek. I don’t want you just part time… I want you all the time, for real.”

You nodded, licking your lips as he took his shirt off. God, Johnny was just perfect. “I want the same thing.”

“Tomorrow,” he promised, kissing your neck again as those long fingers of his went to unhook your bra, “we’ll go on a real date…”

“Yeah,” you agreed, closing your eyes as his warm mouth fell down to your exposed breasts, “yeah, we—we’ll do the whole dinner and a movie thing.”

“Mm hmm,” he hummed, his tongue flicking against your nipple, “anything you want, baby…” Gently, he laid you down on the bed, and you sighed happily at the feel of his lean body on top of yours. You could kiss Johnny forever. “Fuck… I’ve wanted this for so long…”

You could feel his hardness against your thigh, and you scratched at his shoulders as he kissed and licked your breasts, his mouth soft and firm on your sensitive nipples. “Me too,” you sighed, “mm… Johnny…” You giggled. “You’re so much better than Derek.”

He looked up then, smirking at you. “Hell yeah I am.” You didn’t know it then, but Johnny was already itching to prove that to you, even though you’d already decided it was true. So when he slid your pants off and kissed his way, achingly slowly, down to your center, you were already nearly shivering with desire. But when he spread your legs for you and sank between them, his mouth working against you—you nearly floated off the bed.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you gasped out, hips jumping upwards, “oh fuck…” You reached out and put your hand on his head, gasping again at the sweet obscene sounds he was making as he ate you out. Johnny, to your great joy, was a very vocal lover. And his tongue was… beyond description. You came into his mouth, calling out his name as he chuckled against you.

“Look at you,” he said, kissing his way back up your body, leaving each and every inch feeling loved and adored, “you’re so beautiful…”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him down for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. You felt his hands go to your thigh, lifting it up, and you bit his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth as he groaned. He was right at your entrance, the tip of his dick sliding against you, gathering the wetness and making you squirm.

“Baby, look at me,” he demanded softly. You did. He was staring down at you with nothing but affection in those deep dark eyes. He smiled, and your heart flipped in your chest at how unbelievably beautiful he was. He caressed your face, two fingers softly running down your cheek. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

“Johnny,” you said back, your voice weak with desire, “please… I need you.”

He kissed you, and as he pulled back, he pushed inside of you.

And you were full of sunlight.

Johnny started out slow, giving you time to adjust to his (considerable) size, kissing and sucking at your neck as you moaned. You rolled your hips, and you felt him bite at the base of your throat, spurring you on. Johnny felt incredible, like he was made for you, and from the way he was moaning, and touching you and kissing you, he felt the same way about you. You brought your hands up to his face and moved his head so he could kiss you, and when you did, he started to fuck you harder, deeper. You bit his lip, and Johnny pushed all the way into you, making you gasp.

“Yes,” you sighed out, nails digging into his back, “yes, yes, yes!”

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back and pushing in again, “You like that, baby?”

“Yes!”

“You want more?”

“Yes! Please!” You clenched around him; you never begged, but Johnny brought that out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, just like that,” he groaned, his voice deep and rich in your ear, “Yeah, baby, take it just like that… Fuck…”

“Johnny,” you could feel your orgasm building up as he fucked you harder, “fuck—yes! Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Yeah?” He grinned down at you, watching you bite your lip as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Does he fuck you like this?” He growled out, and even the tone of his voice was adding to the coil of desire within you. “Yeah,” he went on when all you did was moan in response, “I didn’t think so.”

That got you—you came, calling his name, and Johnny groaned as you pulsated around him. He pulled out of you, and for a second, you thought he was done, but then he turned you over and started fucking you from behind. You dug your nails into the mattress, eyes closed and mouth open as you moaned and screamed his name. Johnny knew, already, exactly how you liked to be fucked, and he gave it to you with no hesitation. You glanced at the clock; you’d been fucking for about two hours now. By the time Johnny came, finishing on your back, you’d already come a total of four times, and your body was buzzing with arousal.

You and Johnny cuddled under the covers, nose to nose, smiling goofily at each other.

“So,” he asked, his hand rubbing hearts onto your lower back, “I know I promised you dinner, but how would you feel about breakfast?”

You smiled, closing your eyes. He leaned in and kissed you, and you melted against him. “Breakfast sounds good,” you said back, “but I was actually hoping the first thing I put in my mouth in the morning,” you opened your eyes to see him watching you, “would be you.”

Johnny grinned; the sun shining in his eyes. “Oh, baby…

..you ain’t gotta wait till the morning for that.”

You grinned back; clearly, you wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight—and you couldn’t be happier about that.

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leaked! | pt1

pairing: f1 grid x reader [smau]

ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz

summary: nothing on the internet ever truly disappears. including some leaked images of some certain risque behaviour...

warnings: very suggestive and NSFW images

a/n: inspired by that one oscar piastri drabble by @/thelostconsultant - read theirs here <3

[masterlist] [requests]

lewis

-> instagram + twitter

lewishamilton

-> messages

max

-> instagram + twitter

-> messages

charles

-> instagram

-> messages

carlos

-> instagram

-> messages

permanent f1 taglist (comment or msg me to join)

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@daisyfreecs @euphorihan @louloucs

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Whenever, Wherever

pairing: Fives x Reader, Torrent x reader (platonic)

This is a little gift for @the-bad-batch-baroness

A/N edit: STEPH I'M SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS WHEN I THOUGHT I POSTED IT.....

Warnings: Fluff. Maybe a little suggestive towards the end. Kisses and cuddles y'all.

The sassy lean against the wall ™️

You raise your comm to your lips. "Are we ready?"

Hardcase's hushed voice answers. "Yep. Target is in place. I wanted to watch but someone won’t let me out of the medbay.” Hardcase sighs.

Kix groans frustratedly in the background.

“‘Case, you got thrown twenty feet and you have a concussion. That’s plenty of reason for me to keep you here.”

“That might backfire on you, Vod.” Jesse snickers.

Kix echoes Jesse mockingly and Hardcase signs off with “good luck” while you peek into the mess hall where the rest of Torrent is.

The 501st are on a mission to Naboo, but temporary barracks have been set up to accommodate the troopers planetside, allowing them to enjoy the rich scenery and culture.

Dogma and Echo sit off to the side, having a conversation about something while Tup and Vaughn play Sabbacc with the very person that you came to see. Fives’ back is turned to the door as you slip quietly inside and make your way to the table, draping yourself over his shoulders.

With a smirk, you coo into his ear. "Hey there, stranger. Mind if I crash here for a bit?"

He turns to face you, cards forgotten on the table.

“Mesh’la? What are you doing here?”

You giggle. “Nice to see you too. Can’t I surprise my boyfriend?”

He smiles and tugs you into his arms, nuzzling his face in your neck and breathing deeply. Sure, it’s probably a dumb idea to go soft in front of his brothers, but they’re no one to judge either.

Besides, it is you; his cyar’ika.

“You came all the way out here to see me?” He asks, placing a lazy kiss to the side of your neck.

“Yeah, I did. Senator Amidala owed me a favor so I figured I’d come see you.” You say, gently tugging his hand so he follows. After bidding farewell to his brothers, the two of you retreat to a terrace away from prying eyes.

As soon as the two of you are out of sight, his lips crash against yours, needy and passionate. You return the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. He mumbles how much he loves you against your mouth, arms tugging you closer still. You’re inherently grateful that he isn’t wearing the top half of his armor, enjoying the warmth of his chest.

You couldn’t ask for anything more as you relax in your trooper’s arms and watch the sun set over the water.

You sigh contentedly. “I missed you.”

Fives tucks his chin over your head and squeezes you tightly. “Missed you more. This is nice.”

You hum happily in response, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“The senator got me a suite at a hotel. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I had I dunno, say...a bodyguard?” You smirk, relishing in the groan that rumbles through his chest.

“I’m afraid I’d be a little too preoccupied with something else to be your security detail.”

“The closer you are, the safer I am,” You tease.

“Well then,” He says playfully, picking you up easily. “Where exactly is this hotel?”

SO AMERICAN! | where you meet tsukishima and—wow you are so american.

♫ – currently playing… olivia rodrigo

warnings – profanity, reader is learning japanese and is american if u couldnt tell! reader is called pretty

pairing – tsukishima x fem!reader

a/n – hashtag semi hiatus! anyways i was reading an ao3 fic while listening to this song and it sparked smth in me so enjoy! (did my research on culture shocks btw guys!!)

word count – 571

You’re smiling at him like you know him.

Tsukishima doesn’t know you. He’s just seen you for the first time when you walked into the gym–presumably to become the manager for the club next year.

It’s starting to worry him, you haven’t been properly introduced, only your eyes have met a few times, yet you don’t hesitate to smile every time you make contact.

You’re not in the same class. But he can tell by your mannerisms that you’re a foreign student. You talk a little louder than most, and your Japanese is accented but not enough where he can’t understand.

He knows he’s spot on when you go to greet Daichi with a handshake, he can see you firmly grip his hand which catches him off guard.

Y/n. That’s your name.

It’s a pretty name he admits to himself, you’re a pretty girl so it fits. He doesn’t acknowledge that–or tries not to.

You’re standing in front of the whole team being introduced to everyone, waving and smiling like you’re old friends.

He can see from his peripheral vision when they all bow that you’re unsure of what to do. You awkwardly tilt your body down too, and he lets out a quiet chuckle.

It’s cute.

He’s disgusted by himself, he thinks that something is up with him.

Shaking his head, he starts his warmups.

He tries not to keep his eye on you, but he can’t help it.

You’re holding a clipboard now, there's a paper on it he can’t see, but he can tell by your furrowed brows that you’re still struggling a bit with reading.

Making an excuse for himself, he walks up to where his water bottle–luckily right next to where you are, turns around and takes a sip of it. He’s standing right next to you now, reading the same paper as him.

Your eyes scan left to right on the paper, he laughs.

Whipping your head over, you ask, “Is something wrong?”

“Right to left, we read right to left.” He speaks a little slower than his usual pace—hoping you wouldn’t be offended.

You aren’t a smile grows on your face instead. “Oh my gosh–I was wondering what was wrong this whole time!” You laugh at yourself, thanking him quietly before restarting, eyes moving right to left this time.

“You’re so american.” He mutters, a chuckle comes out of him as he says it.

“Is that a compliment?” You ask, the paper is discarded now, your full attention is on him.

“Whatever you want it to be.”

You roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder with no real force behind it, “Whatever Kei.”

He doesn’t miss the fact that you’ve called him Kei instead of his surname. He brushes it off as another mistake, you’re new to the country after all.

Later he hears you complimenting “Kageyama and Hinata”, your voice is still louder than what a normal student speaks, and you’re gushing about their skills, to their faces. But then he looks over at you, and you two make eye contact.

He almost misses how you wink at him, it's a teasing one but it still makes his heart flutter. Then as quickly as you looked over, you looked away, a bright smile present on your face while you talked to his other teammates.

It’s definitely not fair of you to make him feel this much. Because he might just fall in love.

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great expectations - 5, actively hating

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You're still grinning down at your phone, at Oikawa's dumb little message, when suddenly you feel a presence standing beside your table.

You glance up, and feel your face flush immediately.

There's a very attractive man staring down at you. He looks like he's around your age, maybe a year older, maybe not. He's tall, and built like an athlete dedicated to his sport.

He's a little intimidating, too, but he's not exactly frowning at you.

He's not really smiling, either. Something mixed between neutral and slightly hesitant, and you watch his eyes widen just barely when he recognizes that you're looking at him.

"Hello," He starts, sounding just as serious as he looks. Serious, but not mean or rude. You're struggling to get a read on him, and it's making you a little antsy.

You can't deny that he's hot, though.

"Hi," You force the single syllable past your lips. Then you glance around, like maybe he's looking for someone else around you, or you're in his unassigned assigned seat. You don't go to the café very often, so maybe you're just in his space.

You'd probably argue with him if he told you to move, though.

"May I have your number? I think you're very beautiful, and I would like to get to know you." He's so straight forward that you almost blurt out no, completely taken off guard. You're not used to being asked out so bluntly—more so taunted by Oikawa repeatedly with comments about how he thinks you're pretty and how he thinks it's hot when you tease him.

You're not sure why you're thinking about Tooru Oikawa, of all people, immediately after being asked out.

"Sure," You fumble through your second one-syllable response, face burning hot with embarrassment. He's still looking directly at you, and you're struggling to type your number into his phone with shaky fingers. "I'm a student athlete, so it might be a while before my schedule opens up."

"Me, too." He nods, and you swear you see the corners of his serious-tipped lips curve upwards when you hand him back his phone. "But I'm willing to wait for a chance to see you."

The words are really romantic, but you feel like you're forcing yourself to nod and smile. The blush on your face isn't fake, though.

It's when he's halfway turned around that you remember he never gave you his name, and you really need that crucial piece of evidence for when you go home and stalk all his socials.

"Wait, what's your name?" You ask, voice more even than it had been since the start of the conversation. He turns back to face you, and maybe if you knew him a little better, you'd be able to tell if the look on his face meant he was a bit bashful for not remembering to introduce himself.

"Wakatoshi Ushijima."

extras!

yn texted the gc about ushiwaka before he even left the café

hinata is genuinely upset that he's the enemy. tsukki is laughing because hinata is crashing out

both the coaches and oikawa were confused when yn said she wasn't actively hating him. oikawa grinned for hours after reading that

he and bokuto actually went and got champagne but agreed to save it until yn went on a date with oikawa

oikawa doesn't know that ushiwaka asked out yn

yn was genuinely shocked that oikawa was... following advice??? even more shocked that she liked talking to oikawa

taglist 4/50

@loveyislost @vi0let-writes @jayathelostdragon @snoowply

Foaming at the mouth....

I would hide in the mountains of Mexico with you mi amor 🫶🏼

Hi, I’m new here! I’m not sure if requests are open or if you’re currently writing for ghost, but could we have a scenario where there is a new female ghoul and they’re trying to figure out where they fit in the hierarchy. She’s bratty and challenges sodo, but he’s having none of it and it gets a bit smutty/suggestive and has her submitting. Thank you and my apologies if you don’t write anything like this!

Hello! You got the honor of being my first request! I hope this meets your expectations! I tried my best!

Sodo x F!Ghoul!Reader

2.5k words

Minors DNI

Lightly proofread

Warnings: choking, degradation, male receiving oral, spanking, cussing. (Let me know if I miss any)

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  You walk down one of the many halls of the abbey. It was time for your third practice with the rest of the band today. You were still fairly new, only having been summoned a little over a month ago. You didn't entirely have everything figured out yet. Everyone was nice enough to you. All except for one. Sodo. Brought in to be a second rhythm guitar and backup vocals, he didn't believe they needed you. Not that you were here to appease him. You first impression on each other had exactly been great either. You had pushed you luck with all of them. Getting away with most of it, much to your enjoyment.

   Coming up to the practice room, you note everyone was already there, save for Swiss and Sodo. Making your way over to your guitar case, you begin pulling everything out. Tuning and securing your guitar, you take a seat on one of the risers. You messing with your finger while waiting on the other two to show when you note a pair of feet stop in front of you, you glance up. Papa smiles down at you. "Hey, are you doing, little one?" He says to you. "I am fine, Papa. Thank you for asking." You politely respond. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Swiss saunter into the room. "Good. Are you adjusting to life in the ministry well?"  To that, you shrug, not giving a verbal response. Placing his hand on your shoulder, he gives a quick squeeze. "Well, if you are ever in need, you can come to me." He reassures, going to step away. 10 minutes pass, and you start to grow irritated. Sodo had still not shown up. Swiss and Phantom were wrestling around trying to pass the time while everyone else just lounged around.

   Not paying attention, Phantom took a step back and landed right on your tail. You immediately let out a hiss, ears flattening. The moment he lifted his foot, you wrapped your tail around yourself. Turning to look at him, you glare. "Watch what you're fucking doing!" You seethed. "Jeez, I'm sorry." He grumbled throwing his hands up in mock surrender. Sodo finally decided to make his entrance when you turn back around, a lazy grin on his face. Scoffing you stand. "Nice of you to finally show up." His grin falters slightly, eyes narrowing in on you. "If you have a problem with me, write it on a piece of paper, fold it and stick it up your ass." He spat back. You hear someone try and stiffle a snort. You roll your eyes as he moves to get ready and stand in his spot.  Papa moves to stand infront of everyone. "Okay let's start at the beginning of the set list and make our way through. Yes?" With no objections he instructs you all to start. You muddle through the first 5 song with only having a few noticeable mistakes. You were now on Cirice. You make it through the first half of the intro, but completely mess up the timing for the second half. You hadn't had much time to memorize every song yet, struggling with most of them still. Papa waved his hand to stop everyone. You immediately feel you face heat, wishing you had your helmet right about now.  "How about we start from the beginning again." Papa asks. Letting out a frustrated sigh you prepared to begin. The first half goes fine, but when you get the same spot, you can't seem to play it right. Papa stops everyone for the second time. "Let's take a breather. Pick up where we left off in about 10 minutes." A couple groans could be heard at Papa's announcement, causing your frustration and embarrassment to grow. Phantom and Papa both move towards you. Phantom showing you the tabs and Papa helping you with timing. The three of you running through it together, only for you to still not get it quite right. After your third time, you finally get it right. With some praise from Papa, everyone returns to their spots. "Okay, from the top."  

   Making it thought the rest of practice without any more major hickups, you thank Satan. Wrapping up, you walk over to where you keep your guitar. You had noticed your strings needed to be replaced during practice. Placing your guitar down, you start to pull out all the necessary equipment. Feeling someone's eyes on you, you half tun to find Sodo staring at you a few steps away from the door, waiting for the other guys. You roll your eyes, flip him off, and continue what you were originally doing. Once you finish restringing your guitar, you turn around and realize you were alone. Sighing you, look at the clock on the wall 4:28pm. Deciding to use this time to get in a little more practice without the pressure everyone being there, you get comfortable. You would have to do it all over again tomorrow.

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   In the same predicament as yesterday, everyone was waiting on Sodo. You sat quietly, strumming some cords. After about 20 minutes, Sodo finally made his presence know. He stops beside you and grabs his guitar, throwing the strap over his shoulder. "You know, for someone who's in such an important role, it seems to me like you sure don't like to be here." You mumbles loud enough for him to catch it. He pauses  looking at you. "I don't remember asking for your input." He bit back at you. You stand up, so you are toe to toe. The tension in the room was palpable. "Hey, how about we get started." Papa tried and failed to get either of your attention. The others were watching the interaction closely. "I'm just saying! Maybe that's why they brought me in. To cover for you late ass. Maybe I'll end up as your replacement. Can't preform if you don't show the fuck up. Maybe I'll end up better then you." You jab a finger in his chest, making him tense. You were pushing on a sensitive subject and you knew it. You could see his face contort in to one of anger, ears pinned back, and tail violently cutting through the air. "I'll show you exactly what you fucking are, you little bitch." The vemon in his voice threatening. You growl in a challenging manner and glare the moment the words left his mouth. Before he even made a move for you the others sprung into action. Rain getting to the two of you first, he shoved his way between, pushing the hot-headed ghoul back, baring his teeth, trying to get Sodos attention on him. Phantom going behind, he grabbed Sodos' raised arm. Sodo did not take to kindly to this, turning his angry gaze to him and ripping his arm out of his hands. "That is enough!" Papa bellowed out. Voice packed with authority. At his words, everyone froze. It startled you he had never spoken in such a way around you before. "I will not have you guys fighting. You have a job to do now fucking do it."  Slowly everyone moved to their respective places, Sodo's eyes tracking your movements. You stood your ground and held your head high, not letting him win.

   Practice went relatively smoothly. The room remained tense. Not many words spoken aside from Papa giving instructions. At the end, you were quick to put everything away and try to leave.  Meeting you at the door, Swiss offers a smile. "I'll walk back with you." Shrugging, you walk out to into the hall. "You know that took some real balls. Going toe to toe with our residential gremlin like that."  You give a snort. "Well, if he didn't waste my time, I wouldn't have done it." A lie. You probably still would find a reason to make a smart-ass remark one way or another. He chuckles a bit. "I think you should be careful, though. He can be a bit unpredictable at times."  You shake your head with a light chuckle. "Thanks for the warning, I guess. I'm sure I could handle myself, though. Plus, you guys can just save me again!" You say jokingly, giving a small smile. The rest of the way, you guys are in a comfortable silence. Getting back to the ghouls den you b-line straight for the kitchen. "Thanks for walking with me." You call back to swiss. "No problem." Grabbing a snack, you make your way to your room, locking the door. You typically avoid eating supper with the rest of the band, choosing to instead stay in your room. Normally, you wait for everyone to go where they would be staying for the night before leaving your room. 

   You decide tonight you would watch some TV in the common room once it was empty. Putting your snack of choice on your bedside table, you strip. Throwing on a tank top and a pair of sleep shorts, you burrow into your nest of blankets and open the book you've been working on to pass the time.

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   Around 11:30, you had finally curled up on the couch, eating leftovers. Flipping through different shows, you finally pick a movie. Putting the remote down, you sink back into the couch and focus on the screen. Finishing your food, you pause the movie and head to the kitchen. You try to wash your dishes as quietly as possible. Putting the now clean dishes away, you walk back to the couch. Before you can sit back down, you hear a voice come from behind you. "So it does come out of its room."  Spinning around you face the unexpected presence "What the fuck do you want? And dont call me an it, asshat." Sodo snickers at you. "You know that attitude of yours, it's going to land you in more trouble then I think you realize." He warned.

   You take him in for a second. He was in a tee-shirt and a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants. His long hair flowing over his shoulders. His eyes are zeroed in on you. Slowly, he walks around the couch to stand in front of you. "And what are you going to do about?" You challenge stepping closer so your noses are barely 4 inches apart. His eyes darken. "I'll do exactly what I told you I would."  In one fluid motion, he grabs onto your right knee and drags it up to his waist, his other hand pushing you down to the couch by your neck simultaneously. You let out a surprised cry as your back lands on the couch, Sodos body above you. Hand still on your throat, he pushes your body to be completely on the couch and leans down. "I'm going to show you exactly what you are, and no one's here to save you this time." He whispered in your ear before chuckling darkly and nipping at the shell of your ear. Shivers trail down your spin, a pool of heat forming in your belly. His grip on your neck tightens, but not to the point that it would hurt you too much. His tail comes up the wrap tightly around the ankle of the leg he has pinned to his side so he could let go. Leaning back up, he looks you dead in the eye. "I suggest you be a very good girl." He pushed your shorts aside and runs a finger through your wet folds. His words and actions cause you to swallow a moan. You couldn't get your thoughts in order, just staring up at him. "Are you going to be a good girl for me? Or am i going to fuck that attitude right out of you." He questioned dragging his finger over your clit, pulling a gasp from you. You stare at him for just a minute longer before narrowing your eyes. "I don't think you could, I heard that your dicks about as short as your temper." You provoke him, trying to push his buttons. You must have pushed the right button because before you knew it he was getting off you and manhandled you so you were laying across his lap.

   Grabbing your tail with one hand to keep it out of the way, he slides your shorts down to expose your ass. "Count" was the only warning you got before a resounding smack rang through the room. The impact on you ass left a burning sting, making you gasp. He waited a moment, rubbing the now tender spot. When he didn't hear a word from you, he growled. "I said count." Smack. Gasping out a strangled one, he sounded pleased. He rubbed the spot again before landing another blow. Smack. "Two." Smack. "Three." Smack. "Four." By the fourth, you had tears rolling down your face. Letting go of your tail, he set you up he  and wiped them away. "Are you okay?" He asked softy, forehead touching yours. You nodded. "Can you keep going?" Another nod. "I need words." He pressed. You finally let out a small "Yes." To which he grinned, his kind and caring demeanor for a few seconds ago completely changed. "Good. Get on your knees in front of me." His voice full of authority. Looking at him, your eyes widen. "What?" He gave you a dark look. "I said, get on you fucking knees." Sinking onto the floor you do as he says.

   Lifting his hips he pushes his pants down, releasing his fully hard cock from its confines. He was anything but small. Studying him for a minute, you let out an unsteady breath. The head was a flushed, angry pink. The body of his cock had a slight curve and the perfect amount of veins running the length of it. Making eye contact you reach for it. "Be a good little slut. Suck it." He taunts. Taking it in your hands, you pump it a few times before bringing it to your lips. His body shudders under your touch, his eyes closing. Suckling on the head a bit, you continue to watch him, gauging his reactions.  Eventually, you sink down to take as much it to your mouth as you could manage. Bringing lips back up to the tip, you begin to bob up and down. Sodo's let's out a strangled moan. His hand reaches for you, entangling in your (h/c) hair, and presses you down harder. "You like that, don't you? You like chocking on my cock like the whore you are?" You moan on his dick at the question. Opening his eyes, listening to the sounds you make. He starts thrusts into your mouth a couple of times. "Your a little slut. A little slut who likes sucking on my cock. You dirty little whore." He then pushes to the back of your throat and stills. You suck hard as you drag up to the tip, ripping a groan out of him. Sliding back down as far as you can manage, you do it three more times.  With tight grip on your hair, he pulls you off his dick, saliva still connecting your lips to it. "You keep doing that your going to make me cum." Sodo pants, smiling. "That was the plan." You smile back. "How about we finish this in my room?" Sodo releases his grip on your hair and helps you up.

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The next day, everybody was sitting in the practice room, waiting for Sodo. You had your insults locked and loaded but for different reasons now. You knew there would be consequences, and you were going to enjoy every minute of it.

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Feedback is always appreciated! Thank you for the read! Requests are open!

Please can I request pre-relationship hashira x hashira!reader, where they are sparing together and it becomes a bit suggestive 💙💙

Male pillars x reader - Sparing with benefits

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu , reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: suggestiveness

Tengen:

"you could just give up, there's no chance you could win against my flamboyant self!" he taunted, running around the courtyard with you.

you had been fighting for ten minutes and there was still no end in sight. you weren't a bad fighter, you've been promoted as a hashira some time ago, but Tengen was at advantage right now.

he was faster than you. he had been saving himself from your attacks by avoiding them every time. the smirk on his face only spurred you on more, wanting to win this fight and show him that you were a good fighter.

however, when you raised your bamboo sword for an attack and he turned around to dodge it, you felt yourself trip on a root. it had been sticking out of the ground, making you fall over.

surprised by what has happened, Tengen lost his own halt and fell backwards, landing in a sitting position. you felt yourself fall onto him, at least partly.

when you checked your surroundings, you found your head on his lap. your cheek pressed against his groin. meeting his gaze, you could see his cocky smirk.

"it was an accident! i didn't mean to.." you said, wanting to stand up instantly. this would definitely look wrong from an outsider's perspective.

when you tried to stand up, you felt his hand tangle in your hair, pressing your cheek a bit more against his groin, only satisfied when you felt the bulge against your skin.

"just so you know, my wives had always found you cute enough for this.." he teased, his eyes staying on your widened eyes.

you pushed away, running away from his grip and off the training field.

Obanai:

he was proud of you for becoming a hashira. when he took you in as his tsuguko, he wasn't sure if he made the right decision, but he was sure now.

you were able to follow his movements, dodge his attacks and even make some of your own. your elegance captivated him and he found himself admiring your fighting style.

perhaps he had been diving in his thoughts too much, because when his attention was finally back on you, he was already on the ground.

your legs were on either side of him, straddling his body. heterochromic eyes were staring deeply into yours, surprised by the sudden turn of events.

"i win, Obanai." you said, looking down at the man. your hands were resting on his chest, leaning forward slightly.

his heartbeat was increasing under your hands, cheeks flushing. it wasn't the first time he noticed how beautiful you were, but your allure only increased like this.

"you.. you do.." he muttered, not being able to turn his eyes away from you. yet again, neither were you. you leaned down further, remaining with your faces only a few inches apart.

it would've been so easy to kiss him right now. however, feeling your hips rub against his groin, he couldn't stop his body from reacting, his hands gripping your waist.

"[name], g- get down.."

Rengoku:

"flame breathing. third form: blazing universe!" he called out, his bamboo sword coming at you with immense speed. you barely managed to block his attack - meaning you didn't do it.

your body flew a few feet away, landing on the ground. with a quiet grunt, you turned onto your back. "i give up.." you sighed.

however, there was no audible reaction from Rengoku. turning your head towards him, you wanted to know what's wrong, only to see his wide eyes staring.

he shook his head, running towards you and kneeling down. "are.. are you okay?" he asked, seeing you nod. he didn't respond, as if he knew something you didn't.

"just tell me, Rengoku!" you pleaded, feeling yourself enter a state of panic. did you lose a leg? it wasn't like him to behave this way.

he moved his hand closer, placing his hand against the side of your stomach. your eyes widened, looking down at yourself, staring at your torn uniform.

not only the right side of your shirt, but also the entirety of your right pant leg was missing. you instantly sat up, trying to cover up.

"i didn't know, i will-" you tried excusing yourself, but fell silent when he squeezed your waist slightly, attention moving back to him.

"i'll bring you back." he answered, taking off his haori and pulling it over your form. it didn't help covering your leg, but at least your upper body looked a bit more presentable.

he scooped you into his arms, both your legs around his waist. you rested your chin on his shoulder, wishing to disappear. the whole situation was embarrassing, and even worse, you had felt warm when he touched your skin unhindered.

his hand held you up by your thighs, his grip on your right thigh a bit stronger. you could feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your leg, glancing up at him.

"you.. you're really soft." he quietly said, not able to hide his red face from you.

perhaps the whole situations had it's advantages.

Sanemi:

"stop running! just admit defeat!" he shouted after you, determined to get this fight over with. the only problem: you were extremely fast. you managed to dodge his attacks every time.

"never!" you answered, seeing him try to attack again. you were ready to dodge his bamboo sword, but were shocked to see him drop it mid-attack.

his hand shot towards you instead, quite literally knocking you down with his harsh hit. your back made contact with the ground, Sanemi tackling you down immediately.

"i win." he said, smirking at your defeated form. you tried freeing yourself, not able to push up with his hand on your neck.

"i didn't give up yet." you huffed out, feeling him squeezing your throat lightly - he was warning you. only that his warning didn't work as intended.

a quiet whimper escaped your lips, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. he had heard the sound, you knew it.

"oh? didn't know you were into the rough treatment." he smirked - teased. your reaction was immediate, pressing your knee up and right against his crotch.

he groaned, letting go of you. he clearly hadn't expected you to do that, especially not after you pushed him away and freed yourself.

"didn't know you were into that, Shinazugawa."

"you-"

naturally, another fight started right after.

Giyuu:

how did this happen? thirty minutes of fighting just for your bamboo sword to be kicked to the side by him. he had been too fast for you, leaving you unable to react.

your back was pressed against the wall, wide eyes staring into his. he had caged you between the wall and his body, his form towering over you.

ocean eyes were deeply staring into yours, his hand pressing against the wall behind you. he couldn't tear his gaze away from your body, not when you were presented right in front of him.

"you lost." he stated, as if it wasn't obvious to the both of you. his eyes narrowed, his other hand moving towards you.

"if this had been a fight with a demon, you would've died." he said, making you feel like prey under his eyes. he placed his hand on your chin, thumb nearly grazing your lips.

"don't lose focus." he uttered, but his eyes had long broken their contact with yours. he was watching your lips instead, as if he was debating on a kiss.

"i wont." you answered breathlessly, getting his attention back on you. he let go of your chin, stepping away and picking up your sword.

"let's try it out." he taunted, neither of you really focusing on winning or losing now.

Gyomei:

this fight was unfair to begin with. without a doubt, you were one of the strongest swordsman in the corps. you've served as a hashira for three years now, but no one could win against Gyomei.

naturally, you admitted defeat when he threw you over half the lake, immediately asking whether you're fine or not.

your head broke through the water, gasping for air. the water was freezing cold, but you told him you're fine.

he still made the effort to help you out of the water, drenching his own clothes in the freezing liquid.

"are you sure you're okay?" he asked, big tears already rolling down his face again. you avoided your eyes from his form, not trying to appear inappropriate.

"i'm fine." you answered, looking at your own body. both of your clothes were quite see-through, giving you a greedy sight of his muscles and abs.

looking down at yourself, your clothes weren't any better. you thought of yourself as lucky, not wanting to live with the shame of letting him see so much of your body.

"come, it's freezing in here." he told you, pulling you into his arms and out of the water as he made his way out of it.

what you didn't know, was how his fingers could feel everything that you were seeing. your clothes stuck to your skin, not leaving much room for imagination.

he stepped out of the water, but instead of letting you down, his head tilted towards yours, foreheads nearly touching.

his hands squeezed your body, millions of thoughts running through his head. "you're.." he said, but he stopped, not wanting to do something he might regret later.

"you're still wet, we should get some dry clothes.." he told you instead, putting you down again, his hand sliding against your curves for a moment.

you watched him walk forward, your lips parted. was it wrong that you had hoped for him to continue?

Little Dove

Mountain x Fem!Reader

⛧⛧⛧ Requests are Open ⛧⛧⛧

Swiss is making fun of you for being a virgin, and Mountain decides to help you out with that.

🔞MDNI🔞

TW: Size Difference; Size Kink; Cunnilingus; Fingering (female receiving); Friends with Benefits; Age Gap; Fondling; Aftercare.

Word Count: 7,108

It was a beautiful Sunday evening. Usually, it was seen by Catholics that Satanists would despise Sundays due to the day's religious significance, but that wasn't the case at all. Your ministry was indifferent to them, but you weren't. Sundays were your favourite. It was an excuse to make a coffee, sit in the Ghoul common room by the great window, and read a book as you ended your day. It was your only day off, and you looked forward to it every day of the week.

Of course, you'd never get a moment of silence when Swiss was around. The man thrived on pranking everyone in the ministry, and you were the target of his antagonizations today.

“Poor little (Y/N)! 18 years old, and still a virgin!” the voice of Swiss taunted you from across the room as you sat down in a comfy loveseat with a mug of coffee, “You’re the only Ghoul in the whole ministry who’s never been laid! Why is that? You know Satan rejoices in fucking! Why are you holding yourself back when you know the Olde One wants this for you?"

Mountain, who was also in the room, frowned as he heard Swiss’ words to you. He didn’t like that at all.

You blushed intensely at Swiss' words, almost choking on your coffee as you took a small sip. You coughed lightly, your face beet-red, "W-What are you talking about?" you wheezed, taken aback by the older Ghoul's comment regarding your apparent virginity.

It was so unprecedented and uncalled for… typical Swiss. He really had no filter which made him VERY obnoxious.

“Everyone knows you’re a virgin, sweetheart! It’s the talk amongst us Ghouls,” Swiss continued, “It’s so pathetic, everyone is teasing me for never having gotten into your bed yet! Everyone thinks it’s so strange we haven’t gotten together. I suppose they’re right, aren’t they? So, what’s the hold-up?” he said as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for your response.

Your eyes flickered momentarily over to Mountain. Subconsciously, you were waiting for Mountain. He had been your best friend ever since you were summoned from Hell to join the ministry, and you had fallen in love with him… you didn't know how it happened.

"I'm not interested in you like that, Swiss," you mumbled while taking an awkward sip of your coffee; your cheeks flooding red from embarrassment.

Swiss chuckled, “I find that hard to believe,” he said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs, “it’s probably because you’re too shy? Come here. I can help with that.”

Swiss motioned for you to sit on his lap, causing your cheeks to blush even brighter, but Mountain stepped forward with a determined look on his face. The earth-ghoul's tail lashed in aggravation. Swiss had crossed a line.

“Stay away from her, Swiss,” Mountain snarled, “and don’t you ever try to touch her again!” Swiss sneered and turned his attention to Mountain, but kept quiet.

It was obvious that Swiss was intimidated, as Mountain was much larger and stronger than the multi-Ghoul. Swiss was like a child whenever it came to height and body mass compared to Mountain.

You looked up at Mountain from your place in the chair and smiled warmly, gracious that your friend was willing to help you out like that.

"Thanks, Mountain. I appreciate it," you whispered while lightly rubbing Mountain's hand with your pinky.

Mountain squeezed the pinky of your hand and nodded his head, clearly having been affected by your touch in this instance. His expression was serious, but his demeanour was also affectionate... only towards you, anyways.

“Don’t worry about him,” he told you, “We all know Swiss is a creep.”

"I think he's just lonely," you murmured while watching Swiss leave the room, fuming. Of course, Swiss had no defense for his shitty actions, "That's why he picks fun at me being a virgin. He just wants companionship and doesn't know how to... verbalize it. He's not a creep. He just needs to recognize that I don't like him like that."

Mountain considered your words carefully as he glanced across towards the door where Swiss had left. It is true, perhaps Swiss really did just want a relationship to fill the empty hole inside his life. It didn't excuse his words, though.

“Well, he’s not acting very nicely, now, is he?” Mountain said, “I hate to see him try to manipulate you with the whole virginity thing, it ain’t right.”

You shrugged and took another sip of your coffee, “I know. I try not to let him bother me though. It’s not worth it. I can’t help it, so why let it bother me? I know I’m the only Ghoul… with my virginity left, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I do a lot of other sinful things to please Lucifer."

Mountain sighed as he listened to the reasoning of your words. You had a point. You were happy being a virgin... or comfortable, rather, and despite the teasing you took from others, you felt content with your situation. There was no reason for him to get upset at your own choices.

“I’m impressed, really. I could never be as confident as you in this same situation,” he said sincerely as he looked down at you.

Your tail flicked slightly as you shrugged, “I don’t really have a choice to not be confident. I can’t change my… situation, and I sure as hell not going to lose my virginity to Swiss. My time will come eventually, I hope.”

“It will, I promise,” Mountain replied with a smile, his demeanour soft and gentle. It wasn’t every day he got to have a heart-to-heart with you, and he wanted to make it worth every moment.

“I just don’t know why the others are so focused on something so trivial,” he said as he brushed a small lock of hair away from your eyes, “It shouldn’t matter.”

Your face lit up subtly as Mountain lovingly pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. You leaned into your friend’s touch, sighing in contentment, “You always understand me, Mountain. Thank you for your words.”

With those words, something within Mountain seemed to break. He had felt this way for too long, he couldn’t keep pretending that it was going to go back away, he needed to say something. The earth-ghoul felt like a bottle of pop that had just received a line of mintos... he was about to explode.

“I want to ask you a question, Little Dove,” he said, now looking directly at you and using the nickname he had given you a while ago, “and I’d like for you to be honest with me in your answer, okay?”

You slowly grasped Mountain’s hand and held it in yours as he spoke. You looked up at him with a small, close-lipped smile, and nodded, “Sure, Mountain. What’s up?”

In that moment, a small, shy grin graced Mountain’s lips as he noticed the close grip you had on his hand. “I may be overstepping a boundary, so again, I want you to be honest with your answer,” he said, “Do you… want me to help you with your virginity issue...?”

You blushed wildly and stared up at your friend, “M-Mountain. That is not what I was expecting you to say…”

You covered your face with your hands to try and block away your blush from your amused friend.

Mountain couldn’t help but grin as he saw the way you were flushed red. His eyes took notice of the pink hue that had overtook your face instantly, a purr vibrating deep in his chest.

“So...is that a yes?” he asked with a coy grin, knowing his offer was most likely a welcome one.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you stared up at your friend.

“I-I don’t know, Mountain. I don’t want to risk ruining our friendship."

Mountain was glad to see that you did consider your friendship. He respected you and your opinions, after all, you two had been friends for such a long time... ever since you were summoned, anyways. Mountain did not wish to damage the special bond that the two of you shared, as it was equally as important to him as it was for you.

“I completely understand,” he said kindly as he squeezed your hand, “But, just know, the offer still stands if you’re too nervous and want someone you already trust to help you out.”

You squeezed his hand back and peered up towards him. You were so unbelievably nervous, but he was right. There was no one you would rather lose your virginity to than Mountain. You trusted him more than anyone else.

You hesitated for a moment, sensing Mountain’s unease at your silence.

“You’re really willing to help me out?”

Mountain laughed slightly at your nerves. He certainly found your flustered personality adorable, but he also recognized just how tense you had gotten. This was a sensitive topic, and the drummer wished to take it as seriously as possible.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” he said as he squeezed your hand, and his eyes shifted their gaze towards the entrance, looking towards where Swiss had left. “Why don’t we get out of here…”

You squeezed Mountain’s hand and slowly got to your feet; abandoning your now-cold coffee on the table, alongside your book. Your knees were shaking from nerves, but this felt right. You were nervous because this was the unknown. It was like when a mortal had stage fright regarding public speaking, or fear of anesthesia because they'd never had surgery before. You had never done this before, but Mountain would take care of you.

“I’m a little scared,” you whispered while looking up at Mountain as he walked you down the halls towards his quarters, “Will it hurt?”

Mountain smiled at the way you seemed to cling to him, it was adorable in a sense to see just how comfortable you were with him.

“Don’t worry, Little Dove,” he said in a voice filled with affection as he guided you to his room, “I would never hurt you. It may be a little uncomfortable your first time, but it gets much, much, much better afterwards. You’ll see…”

You felt his hand clasp your back affectionately, your nerves beginning to calm as he used your nickname. Little Dove. He always called you that when he knew you were nervous or uncomfortable.

“Okay,” you murmured while gripping onto his sleeve like a frightened child, “I trust you.”

A gentle smile graced Mountain’s features as he guided you into his room, which was only a few steps away from the common room, and closed the door behind the both of you. The room was covered in shadow, save for the soft moonlight streaming in through the window.

“Now, then.” he began, his voice soft and reassuring, “Why don’t you go lay on the bed for me.”

You swallowed nervously and walked over, kicking your shoes off before sitting down on Mountain’s bed. You slowly laid back, your head laying on Mountain’s pillows. You laid still and motionless, still quite nervous.

You couldn't help but marvel over how much larger Mountain's bed was to yours. You only slept in on a twin mattress, but Mountain had at least a king to accommodate his impressive height. You felt so small laying in his bed. Oh, Lucifer... why were you thinking about that right now? That was such an insignificant detail, yet here you were-- dwelling on it.

It was obvious that Mountain would have to guide your every move.

He stood at the side of the bed, taking a seat on the floor as he looked over you, his expression one of care.

“Relax, I promise to take care of you and take things slow,” he said in a comforting and affectionate tone, “Are you comfortable like that or would you like for me to do something to ease your stress? I can turn the light off, if that helps? Or I could lay next to you, if that would make you feel more at ease…”

“No, it’s okay,” you whispered, your face softening at how sweet Mountain was being, “Thank you. Just do what you’re doing. I’m fine, I promise. Just a little nervous. I do trust you though.”

You laid your hand on Mountain’s clothed chest, rubbing the surface slowly. Your breathing began to slow down as you grew more comfortable with the situation.

Mountain felt the warmth of your touch as your hand rubbed the surface of his chest. A small smile grew on his lips as he watched your chest expand with your breath. The sound of your breathing was soft and gentle, matching the essence of the moonlight pouring in.

He felt your trust within that moment, a trust that Mountain would protect you and take care of you.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he said softly as he placed his hand on top of where yours was, his hand now innocently resting upon your breast, “How are you feeling?”

You blushed lightly in response to the drummer's touch, “I’m feeling better,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

The lightness of your trust filled Mountain with a warmth that he couldn’t describe. Even in this moment of nervousness and anxiety, he still heard nothing but your calm voice and soft breathing. No words seemed to be needed between the two of you as he lightly rubbed his palm over your chest.

“I am glad you trust me like this,” he whispered back, “I can tell that this is scary for you, but I promise you have nothing to fear. I will take care of you and go at your own pace.”

"Thank you, Mountain," you whispered, barely audible while pressing your lips softly to his knuckles as he lightly rubbed over your chest, "I think I'm ready to start... you can do whatever you need to do. I will follow your lead."

Mountain’s cheeks flushed as you kissed his knuckles, but the sensation only made the moment feel even more intimate. Your trust in him was touching his heart, causing the bond between the two of you to strengthen even more.

“Okay, my Little Dove-“ he whispered back, “I’m going to pull your shirt off of you… is that alright?”

You were still incredibly nervous, but you felt safe at the same time. The way Mountain was verbally walking you through what was happening really made your heart soar with adoration and love towards the older Ghoul.

You nodded your head and relaxed your body, your eyes staring up at Mountain with hazy desire, "Yes, that is okay, Mountain."

As he heard your permission, Mountain took the bottom of your shirt and began to gently pull it up your body. The action made the small hairs on your arm stand up as the fabric of the shirt rubbed against your soft flesh.

He then ran the palm of his hand against your exposed skin, feeling the warmth that your body was radiating through its touch.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, Dove."

A soft blush formed over your cheeks as your stomach was exposed to the Ghoul. You still had your bra on, but that quickly changed as you stuck your thumb underneath the strap and pulled it up and over your head, "You're too kind, Mountain," you mumbled shyly while rolling your shoulders slightly, staring longingly up at the earth-ghoul.

Mountain was surprised to see your sudden movement to take off your bra, though he took the opportunity to look upon the gorgeous sight that was your body. His eyes traced your form, looking at every inch of you. Your breasts were a sight for sore eyes; not too big, not too small. They were perfect, and they made the drummer's mouth water.

"You're absolutely stunning," he said softly as he leaned over and took one of your breasts in his hand.

A small, breathy squeak left your mouth as his large, rough hand gently took hold of your breast. You stared up at him, completely enamoured over how slow and gentle he was making this whole experience for you.

"Thank you," you whispered, a blush dusting your cheeks as Mountain began to squeeze a little bit. You didn't really know what else to say besides 'thank you.'

Mountain lightly squeezed the flesh of your breast in his hand, taking notice of the way your chest rose up as your body reacted to the way he was touching you. He wanted his touch to make you feel good. He carefully rolled your nipple in between his calloused fingers.

“You’re so perfect…” he whispered as he lowered himself down to plant his lips upon your neck as he gently sucked along your flesh.

Based on instinct alone, you craned your neck to the side as the demon began to slowly kiss your neck with slow, open-mouthed kisses. Your breathing continued to slow down as Mountain gently licked at your flesh.

“Mmm, Mountain,” you breathily whispered, your tail wrapping around the earth-ghoul’s torso, softly pulling him closer to you.

Mountain’s body seemed to react to the way your tail wrapped itself around him, a light purr escaped his lips as he continued to worship your neck with his mouth. The drummer's breath from his nose made your neck tickle.

The earth-ghoul left a trail of hot, breathless, kisses across your skin as he continued his path down. Slowly, Mountain reached your breast and licked the nipple with his tongue, lightly flicking the tip.

Even though you were a virgin, you weren’t inexperienced. You had touched yourself before (often at the thought of Mountain), but this was beyond any form of self-pleasure. Mountain’s mouth was bliss. No toy could replicate that.

A strangled moan flew from your lips at the sudden stimulation to your hardening buds. Your hands snaked around Mountain’s neck; entangling in his tight curls that clung to his neck, “W-Woah! M-Mounty! Holy fuck!” you exclaimed pleasurably.

To Mountain, the feeling of your hands entangled in his hair made his head feel fuzzy with a sense of bliss and arousal. A small groan escaped from between his lips as you grasped his hair, the sensation making him want to do even more to you. Make you squirm. Make you gasp. Make you moan.

Mountain continued to tease the sensitive bud of your breast with his mouth, switching between sucking and licking as your grip at the locks of his hair seemed to tighten.

Mountain pulled away from your breast and moved his lips to your ear, whispering softly as he gently kissed your earlobe, “You feel good, Dove?” he whispered gently as he ran his fingers lightly across your stomach “You taste delicious…”

“Y-Yeah, I feel really good,” you murmured while slowly dropping your hands from Mountain’s neck; letting them rest on your breasts. You began to pinch at your nipples, giving them slight stimulation due to Mountain’s lips not being on them at the moment.

“Please keep going, Mounty. Please,” you practically begged, beginning to understand Mountain’s comment about how this would feel uncomfortable at first, then amazing… unlike anything you had ever felt before.

Mountain grinned at the sight. You looked so incredibly good like this, and he was going to take care of you.

His hand gently pushed yours aside as he gently squeezed your breast in his hand again, the skin of his fingers grazing over your puckered nipple as he leaned down and kissed you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and his touch turned from gentle to slightly rougher as his tongue lightly wrestled with yours.

This kiss didn’t feel full of lust. Sure, arousal was evident between the two Ghouls, but Mountain kissed you with a sense of love. He wanted you in more ways than just body. Mountain loved you as much as you loved him. He wanted you in body and soul.

Hot, open-mouthed kisses were swapped between the two of you. Your hands slowly abandoned your breasts, and instead went to Mountain’s belt. Your eyes were fluttered shut due to being sucked into this moment with the demon, but you had no trouble undoing his belt.

Mountain felt your hands undoing his belt, and his lips stopped moving in their dance as he parted from the deep kiss, his lips slightly swollen by the intensity.

“Is this going too fast?” Mountain whispered, his tone gentle and soft, his breathing hot and shallow. He wanted to make sure he hadn't scared you at all, though the intensity of the kiss made his heart beat rapidly in his chest.

“It’s not for me, Mounty,” you whispered, a bit breathless as he pulled away from the kiss, “Are you okay with this? I know you offered to help me out, but if you don’t want to continue, or this is too fast for you, I won’t be upset.”

You cupped the much larger Ghoul’s face in your hands, placing a small kiss to his flushed cheeks; a smile on your face. Your words were sincere.

Mountain felt the touch of your hands against his flushed cheeks and he felt that warm feeling in his heart. Even though you were nervous and inexperienced at the start, you seemed to be enjoying yourself just as much as he was.

Mountain reached up and grabbed your hands that cupped his cheeks, intertwining his fingers into yours. “Of course, I’m okay with this, darling.” he said softly as he squeezed your hands, “I was just making sure you’re still okay with this!”

You squeezed back, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of the earth-ghoul’s lips, causing Mountain to blush, “You can continue if you’d like.”

You squeezed Mountain’s hands one more time before slipping them back down to the Ghoul’s belt; slowly slipping it out of the belt loops and throwing to to the floor.

Thud.

Mountain’s heart fluttered as you took off his belt. He could see the desire in your eyes, and it only fueled his lust for more. He needed to feel the other Ghoul from the inside.

“May I take off your pants…?” he whispered as he gently stroked your cheek, his touch tender and sweet. There was still a hint of hesitancy in his movements, as if he was still worried that he was moving too fast.

“Mhm,” you hummed, consenting immediately as you pushed down Mountain’s pants all the way to his knees. You propped yourself up on your elbows; your chest shining in the moonlight as Mountain pulled you to the edge of the bed.

You couldn’t help but stare at the tent that was pitched in Mountain’s boxers. He was… huge.

Mountain stared at the state of you on the edge of the bed, your soft curves and smooth skin on display made him want to keep touching you and pleasing you. The drummer didn’t want to stop.

The Ghoul’s hands gently traced down your body, the rough skin trailing over your bare skin as he knelt in front of you, kneeling between your legs.

Mountain swiftly discarded your pants, and with painful slowness, pulled your panties down as well. Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed; your face flushed from the adrenaline rush.

Without a warning, you squealed as you felt something hot and wet lick a strip up your pussy. Your toes immediately curled from the pleasure. It was Mountain’s tongue.

Mountain kept your legs parted as he placed your knees over his shoulders, keeping you spread out before him. His hands gripped your inner thighs, squeezing them gently as his tongue gently licked against the wet folds of your core, causing shrill moans to leave your mouth.

He could taste the sweetness of your wetness, the taste making him want even more. He felt like a horse that had been led to water on a hot, humid day.

“M-Mountain, holy fuck!” you squeaked out while wrapping your legs around the drummer’s neck, keeping his face pressed up and into your cunt, “J-Just don’t stop! -Oh my God- Don’t stop! A-Ah Lucifer!” you moaned out as his forked tongue darted out with such skill.

Mountain felt your legs wrap around his neck as he worked with his tongue to please you. He loved the way you tasted, how sweet and delicious you were. He was in heaven (ironic for a demon, right?), and his tongue seemed to be doing a good enough job at it by the sounds of your moans. He groaned against your pussy, the sound vibrating inside of you.

The Ghoul collected your clit in between his lips, vacuum sealing his mouth to your mound. A strangled moan left your lips; your back arching responsively.

You groaned like an animal in heat as your hips began to slowly move; grinding against Mountain’s swollen lips. Your hands had returned to your chest, and were now roughly pinching your own nipples in time with Mountain’s expert tongue. It hurt in a good way, this overstimulation.

Moan after moan spilled from your lips. This wasn’t a gradual lead up to pleasure; this was immediate.

To Mountain, you looked so incredibly beautiful like this, so lost to the overwhelming pleasure he was bringing to you. It made his heart beat wildly in his chest as he could feel you riding his face, his hands on your hips to help keep you in place.

Your moans and mewls seemed like music to his ears, it gave him an idea… an idea to increase your pleasure even further.

He pulled away from your core and licked his lips, breathing heavily as he looked up at you. His eyes were bright with lust.

“Little Dove, would it be alright if I… slipped my finger inside you?” Mountain asked, the slight edge in his voice evident. He was beginning to grow anxious.

You slowly unwrapped your legs from around Mountain’s neck as you felt him pull away. You panted slightly, your face blushing like a tomato from the pleasure your partner was giving you. Sweat droplets made your face shimmer in the moonlight.

“That sounds very nice,” you whispered in response to the drummer’s question, “Yes, please do whatever you want.”

Mountain could see the look of complete ecstasy on your face as you responded to his question, and it made his heart flutter. He wanted to make you feel good… he wanted to keep going until you were completely satisfied.

With that, he reached up with his hand and gently pushed inside you, the tip of his finger slipping into your pussy. “Is that okay..?” he asked quietly, his breath coming out in a soft pant.

You hummed in pleasure as you felt a tad bit of pressure from Mountain’s rather large digit. Your hips shimmied slightly, trying to create a bit of friction, “Yeah, feels good,” you groaned in confirmation, your head falling backwards as you felt the earth-ghoul begin to move his finger; curling it inside of you.

Mountain began to thrust his finger inside your core, his movements starting out somewhat slow as he looked at you. He wasn’t sure how far you wanted to go with this, and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Can I add another finger, (Y/N)?” he asked softly, his head rested on your thigh as his finger thrusted inside you slowly. You could feel his hot breath on your thigh, causing goosebumps to cover that area.

“Yes please,” you immediately replied, “Can you also go back to using your mouth again as well? That felt really good, and I feel like it would feel even better with your fingers.”

You were a bit embarrassed to be asking Mountain for such things, but you knew he wouldn’t mind. The older Ghoul was sweet and you knew he cared about you, maybe even more than he cared for anyone else in the band. You knew he wouldn’t mind, and would comply to your request.

Mountain couldn’t help but smile and chuckle slightly at how eager you were to ask (like you knew he would... the cocky bastard), but who was he to deny you?

“Of course I can, Dove. Anything for you…” he whispered as he leaned back down and placed his mouth over your aching, soaked core.

You felt his fingers beginning to move as his mouth returned to that previous position; his fat tongue pulling another scream from your lips. You were right— this combination did feel heavenly.

At first, you were able to just lean back, shut your eyes, and let Mountain work. But, very quickly, the pleasure began to grow, and it grew fast.

You were mewling like a goddamned cat after about 2 minutes of this; your hips aggressively grinding against the much larger Ghoul,

“M-More, please!” you wheezed out, your hands intertwining in his hair. Tears were beginning to prick at your eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure.

Mountain was entranced in his actions, watching you writhe on the edge of the bed, pleasured by his fingers and his tongue as they worked to give you that sweet, sweet release you were begging for. He was loving every second of this.

His fingers moved faster inside your cunt, his mouth working in his own pattern around your sensitive flesh. His groan vibrated against you as you ground your hips onto his face. Your tail even made its way to Mountain’s neck; lightly choking him pleasurably as he moved.

As more choked screams left your lips, stars began to dot over your vision. Your jaw hung slack as your body stiffened up; one last breathy moan leaving your mouth before you hit your first orgasm of the night.

Your fingers pulled at Mountain’s hair, likely making his scalp burn, but you couldn’t help it. The pleasure felt like an explosion going off in your head— all you wanted and needed was more.

Mountain groaned loudly against your core as your orgasm hit hard, the tight fingers tangled in his hair pulling at his scalp as you shook with pleasure. He was breathing through his nose while you quaked, holding himself in place as your legs tightly squeezed around his head. He would swallow every last drop that trickled from your clenching hole.

As your body began to relax a bit more, the earth-ghoul’s fingers and mouth pulled away from where they were, a thin string of your juices connecting them as he took a deep breath. His green eyes marvelled at your swollen entrance; unable to hide his satisfaction.

“How was that, darling?” Mountain asked softly, his voice a light and sweet whisper. “Do you want to continue?”

The drummer gently licked his fingers, cleaning them of your juices.

You slowly pulled your head off the cream-coloured pillows and nodded lazily; your face redder than the Cardinal’s cassock, before running a shaking finger through your folds. Your legs jolted roughly— you were so sensitive after such an intense climax.

“Yes, please continue,” you whispered, your chest glimmering in the moonbeams that carefully filtered in through the blinds due to your sweat.

Your eyes drifted down to Mountain’s cock, which was beginning to drip with precum. You were practically drooling at the sight.

Mountain’s chest heaved with his heavy breaths as he saw the effect he had on you. You looked absolutely beautiful with your hair tussled and skin flushed. His own chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat; his arousal growing as he noticed you staring at his dick.

Mountain’s prick twitched.

“You seem to like what you see.” Mountain said softly with a grin.

“Can you blame me?” you asked suggestively while flicking your tail. Your spade-tipped tail wrapped around his length without another word, pumping lightly, “I think I’m ready for… the next part of this. I want you to take me, Mountain. I trust you completely.”

'I want to prove Swiss wrong.'

“No… no, I can’t blame you, (Y/N).” Mountain said; his breathing hitched a bit as your tail wrapped around his length. It was an odd sensation, but one that only added to the burning heat of his excitement.

The drummer leaned up over you and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips as your tail pumped his member lightly. “Then I’ll take you as gently and slow as possible.” he whispered against your lips.

You slipped your tongue into Mountain’s mouth as he promised to take you gently and slowly. You could taste yourself on his lips which made your hole clench. Your tail, still pumping his immense size, led Mountain’s cock to your soaked entrance, lining it up. You weren’t worried about protection— you didn’t care. You wanted Mountain skin-to-skin. Animalistically. Authentically.

You watched in arousal as Mountain spat in his hand to provide further lubrication. He was much bigger than you were, and even with his impressive oral skills, you still probably weren’t wet enough to accommodate him.

He slowly rubbed his spit covered, pruned digits over your hole, causing your legs to spasm again. So, so sensitive…

Mountain spit on your mound one more time before slotting himself in between your trembling legs. The Ghoul grasped his cock, pumping it a few times before rubbing it lightly against your swollen clit.

“You’re so wet for me, dove,” he whispered, using his thumb to slowly… antagonizing-slowly, massage your little bundle of nerves, “I’ve got the biggest dick out of any of us in the ministry, yet I can tell you’ll take me just fine. If Swiss tried fucking you like this, he’d slip right out. That cocky son of a bitch couldn't make you feel as good as I can.”

Mountain’s calm and patient side regarding your comfort levels was beginning to fade away. He knew you were consenting to this— he had already asked close to a million times. The earth-ghoul could start acting how he wanted to since you wanted it, and frankly, this cocky side of Mountain was hot to you.

Mountain’s tongue met yours in an intimate dance. He could feel your appreciation for him in that kiss, and he was determined to make you feel as loved and cared for as possible. He knew he was special; and so were you.

As his cockhead was lined up against you, it took all his control to not immediately plunge inside you. “Are you ready Little Dove?” he whispered as he looked at you intently, his chest rising and falling as his breath came out in ragged pants.

Your tail slowly unwrapped from around Mountain’s length as he got ready to begin moving. Your hands gripped onto the duvet below, your head rapidly nodding in confirmation, “Definitely ready.”

Your legs were shaking from anticipation. You had never known you’d need something as intensely as you needed Mountain right now. He was the the sunlight to flowers, or the shepherd to the sheep. He was everything to you.

Mountain looked down at you, seeing you trembling with anticipation, with excitement, with need. And it made his heart flutter once again. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before he began to press inside you, a soft groan leaving his lips as he felt how tight, how wet you were. “Oh, D-Dove,” he whispered, the word rolling off his lips in a ragged breath.

You laid there for a few seconds, your face contorted in pleasure as well as mild discomfort due to Moutain’s thickness. It was probably a good thing that he had spat on his hand to create more lubrication. It wasn’t an uncomfortable discomfort though— it felt right. It was apart of it, and you were pleased to get to experience everything for the first time like this.

“O-Oh, Lucifer!” you swore in pleasure as Mountain sunk all the way in, your mound resting against his abdomen. Mountain put all of his weight onto his arms as he leaned over you. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he stilled, waiting for your confirmation, “M-Move, please.”

Mountain groaned as he felt himself sink all the way inside you, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the feeling of you surrounding his cock; squeezing it as you breathed. The sound of his name falling from your lips in an almost prayer made his heart flutter.

His self-control shattered at the whimpered plea. ‘Move, please.’ Oh, he’d move. He’d fucking move.

Mountain began to thrust with a slow and steady pace, his breathing coming out in short and ragged pants as he moved over you. His face dropped to the left of yours, his tongue darting out to taste your face.

You slowly wrapped your quivering hands around Mountain’s wrists as he began to slowly thrust deep into you, savouring each movement. It felt biblical… it felt raw and powerful. Squelches due to your wetness echoed through the room, matching the volume of Mountain and your’s growing moans.

You bit your lip as the Ghoul began to speed up; your eyes resting shut from the wave-after-wave of pleasure. You couldn’t even formulate words. All you knew was that you didn’t want your lover to stop. The snapping of his hips was orgasmic; the way his balls began to slap against your ass. The way his dick fit you perfectly. The way the earth-ghoul knew where to strike— hitting your G-spot every single time without fail.

Mountain’s head dipped down against your neck, his breathing warm and ragged against your skin as he began to quicken his pace. His eyes closed as the pleasure consumed him, overwhelmed him, as he moved inside you. Each whimper or mewl you let out only added to his pleasure, and he wanted to hear more.

“Fuck- you sound so beautiful, (Y/N).” he breathed against your skin, his words ragged in between his moans and pants.

You let out unholy noises as Mountain verbally praised you through your fucking. You could feel the drummer's fingers leaving little bruises on your hips as he snapped in and out of you at an increasingly speedy rate. Mountain's body slotted in between your wetted thighs perfectly.

"Deeper!" you commanded while beginning to move your hips in sync with the Ghoul's thrusts, "I need more of y-you, Mountain! Fuck me! Fuck me!" This moment was unlocking a side of you that you didn't know existed.

Mountain groaned loudly as you began to move in sync with his thrusts, his grip on your hips tightening at your words and actions. “ Holy hell… “ he whispered against your neck as he began to pick up the pace more.

Your moans and mewls sounded like they were coming straight from the pits of hell, and the thought of you becoming feral and untamed under his touch sent a shiver down Mountain’s shiver. This was giving the earth-ghoul more adrenaline than any performance with the clergy's band.

“ You want more-? Need more of me? “ he grunted out as he began to thrust into you with a harder force.

Mountain forced his hands underneath your hips in order to angle you downwards, effectively deepening his thrusts as you had requested. A shrill shriek, sounding authentic and similar to those noises you Ghouls made in Hell, left your lips. It sounded alike to a goat bleat and a woman's scream from some cheesy horror film from the 70s.

Your hand trailed down to your swollen clit, stroking it aggressively to optimize your pleasure. You would definitely have to give Mountain back as much as he's giving you right now. Today wasn't the day, though. Today was about you.

"Need m-more of you. Holy Hell, don't stop!" you begged, your voice coming out all pathetic and in a begging manner. You were so incredibly cock-drunk for your partner. Your stomach clenched, and a fiery inferno of pleasure wracked your soul. You were so fucking close.

Lucifer you were beautiful like this— writhing and moaning with pleasure on the bed, a complete mess beneath him.

“Oh- oh Dove..."

Your begging was making his brain short-circuit.

You screamed in pain mixed with pleasure as Mountain sunk his fangs into your collarbone, effectively drawing blood. Your flesh muted his panted words, but you could still make it out. It was in the demonic tongue only you and the other Ghouls could understand.

Amongst the demonic grunts and growls... a simple phrase.

"You are now mine!"

You felt the earth-ghoul explode inside of you. His stamina was still at a peak as he slammed as far into your tight cunt as he could, spilling every last drop into your womb. Curses and obscenities erupted from your lips as you came for the second time today.

Your pussy violently milked Mountain's twitching dick dry. Stars dazzled over your vision as you experienced the most pleasurable and painful orgasm of your life. This was what Lucifer ordered Papa to preach about during his unholy sermons. This was what you had been missing out on. Mountain was what you had been missing out on...

There wasn't a single drop of cum left in the Ghoul's prick by the time your orgasm had passed. Mountain slowly removed his teeth from your flesh, his forked tongue emerging from his cracked and swollen lips to lap up your blood.

"I'm sorry," the earth-ghoul shyly apologized while pulling himself out of your soaking cunt, "I didn't mean to bite you."

Your hands went up and lightly stroked his flushed cheeks. You'd always thought Mountain was beautiful... but now? He was ethereal.

"I don't give a fuck about that," you said while giggling, pressing your lips to his, "You just gave me the best night of my life, and you're apologizing for making me bleed? You're trying too hard, Mounty."

The drummer purred as you used his nickname, his spade-tipped tail swooshing in the air as he slowly got out of the bed.

"Shut up. Just sit there and look pretty while I help you clean up."

Mountain sauntered to his bathroom and returned a minute later with a damp towel and some tissues. He was walking with an intoxicating aura. It was obvious he just fucked and had a good time, which made your chest swell with appreciation. He enjoyed himself as much as you had.

He was walking with the mentality that he had made you feel this good.

Not even Swiss could do that... and Mountain took great pride in that.

venus ; chapter five ; missing

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