Mayuzumi – Vampire Thief

Thank you so much to Admin Red over at @supern-a-vengers for
their work on requests. I took the foundation of what they created and spun it
to my tone but the overall ideas and creativity came from them, I just morphed
it into my style of writing. THANK YOU again Admin Red, you’re the best!

For this one, two asks were combined into one and I really
like how it turned out.

Mayuzumi and familiar peacefully run a potion/magics shop
but trouble shows up in the form of a thief.

Mayuzumi is seduced by a vampire and when she bites him he
gets more turned on instead of afraid (NSFW)

Stepping over a small pile of light novels, a black cat
meows at his witch drawing the grey-haired male’s attention momentarily away
from the pages before his eyes and though his expression remains blank
communication is achieved thanks to their years together. With the snap of his
fingers, Mayuzumi produces a meal out of thin air for his familiar, the latter
meowing a thanks before digging into the supernatural delicacy.

As he consumes his meal, the cat’s ears twitch when Mayuzumi’s
smooth voice breaks the silence. “You’re lucky you weren’t a dog.” He pauses
momentarily in his chewing, a silent indication for elaboration which Mayuzumi surprisingly
provides. “If you’d been a dog like that damn Kuroko’s familiar I’d never have
accepted you. But seeing as cats are better than dogs you’re another point of
proof that I’m better than him and there’s no chance of his winning against me.”

The cat goes back to eating, his rolling eyes indicative of
him not being impressed by this impromptu and completely unnecessary claim of
superiority by his master. Just because that warlock has similar tastes and
styles in his trade of choice doesn’t mean his witch needs to constantly be obsessing
over him. Sometimes the familiar is curious as to what happened in Mayuzumi’s
coven to warrant such a consistent and seemingly unbalanced hostility towards a
fellow magic user who for all intents and purposes seems content to let bygones
be bygones but his is not to wonder why.

As he continues eating, he hears Chihiro moving about the
store, restocking shelves, making sure labels face forward and going down each
aisle presumably to check inventory. Overall, they exist in peace, the
tranquility of the store a marked improvement over where he came from. It helps,
of course, that his new master happens to own one of those old-fashioned books
which contained a rarely found spell capable of turning him human, an added
bonus obtained through swearing loyalty to Mayuzumi.

A few blinks and one swish of his tail allows the
transformation and he stretches his limbs as he speaks in a hushed tone to
allow his vocal chords to adjust to the forming of words instead of meows. “Mayuzumi,
do we have all the ingredients for that one order?”

Humming, the witch continues his task, now having moved on
to rearranging books misplaced earlier in the day by browsing customers. His familiar
frowns. “That’s not an answer.”

Sighing, Mayuzumi relents to speak, “No. We’re missing two
drops of red dragon blood and the nail of a vampire.”

A chime from the door indicates the entrance of another
patron, one clad in a black cloak covering their face. “Welcome to Five Forward,
where your magic needs are met with precision and discretion,” the familiar
recites. He frowns slightly at the lack of recognition but not every customer is
as friendly as their regulars, however something about this one makes his sixth
sense stand at attention. With a snap of his fingers, he’s back in his cat
form, stalking on the other side of any aisle the newcomer walks down.

Anyone else may have missed the motion, but the cat’s eyes are
honed to catch such subtlety. Quick as a flash, he rushes under the feet of the
customer one paw with descended claws slashing their ankle while the other
cleanly rips through a hidden pocket releasing a handful of items stowed there.

“Shit,” hisses the thief, pivoting on their now nearly
healed ankle. The commotion has drawn Mayuzumi’s attention and he rushes to cut
off the retreating figure, her hood having fallen to reveal pale, porcelain
smooth skin and flashing red eyes.

She pushes a shelf, distracting Mayuzumi as he shouts a
balancing spell but even with her increased speed she’s not fast enough to
escape. “Seal bind!” he roars and the door to the shop becomes a solid rock.
Hissing she turns quickly only to be met with Mayuzumi’s hand on her wrist. She
breaks his hold, but he grabs her throat and holds up a large crucifix, holding
her in place with her back against the rock.

“Release me this instant, before I drain you dry, witch,”
she spats eyes flashing a bright red.

“You’re in no position to give orders, thief,” Mayuzumi
returns evenly, his face impassive as ever. Leaning forward, he reaches into her
other pocket, extracting a small vial. “I should have guessed,” he sighs, “a
vampire stealing a day break spell.” He tut tuts at her. “No wonder you have to
resort to theft, this isn’t cheap.” Smoothly he reaches behind him and hands
the item off to his familiar who returns it to its rightful spot. “Guess I’ll
have to consider getting a safe for the pricier merchandise we have in here, never
been a problem before you,” he goes on, eyes inscrutable.

When he turns, she lunges forward only to find herself held
fast in place; a damn binding spell! “Let me go,” she shouts, fists clenched, “you
got back what you wanted!”

“You know that only works if administered in a specific way,
right?” The question catches her off guard for a moment but she’s back to
scowling quickly.

“I would have figured it out, like it’s that difficult to
cast a spell!”

“What a stupid little vampire you are,” he chides, shaking
his head. “I should have let you take it and kill yourself, it would have been
less trouble than dealing with you.”

“Then give it to me and I’ll be on my way,” she shrugs.

“Oh no, I would have given you props if you managed to get
out of here without him,” he nods to his familiar, “catching you but he’s the
best guard cat this side of the river. You made a stupid decision trying to
steal from me, little bat.”

She swallows thickly, not liking his expression. He looks like
he’s lost feeling a long time ago and though she may be considered a member of
the walking dead, the lack of life in his eyes is unsettling. It’s possible she
may not get out of this alive. The rules in their world are different from the
humans surrounding them and death for a trespass such as this is not unheard
of.

“Wait,” she tries, dimming the light in her eyes, “maybe we
can reach an agreement?”

He smirks, grasping her chin roughly. “Oh? And what, pray
tell, could you possibly have to offer?”

“My nail,” she says quickly. Mayuzumi’s eyebrows rise
slightly. “I overheard as I walked in. You need the nail of a vampire to fulfill
another order, right? So, take one of mine as payment and give me the vile!”

“Tch, I’ll take one of yours as restitution for messing up
my shop,” he grumbles.

“Messing up…I didn’t do anything to your shop!” she shouts.

“Maybe not, but your intention to destroy property was there
nonetheless. Now, give me your hand,” he orders, grasping her wrist firmly. “Altrua,
get me some pliers.”

The familiar fulfills his orders quickly, slapping a pair of
pointed pliers into his master’s hands. “That’s all, Altrua, you can go now.”
He nods, snapping back into cat form and leaving through a window to prowl the
evening streets. For a moment there’s silence, then Mayuzumi recites a numbing
spell before pulling the nail from her hand. The sensation is not pleasant, and
she does bleed but he stems the flow quickly and bandages her with surprising
care. After the extraction, he releases her, the vampire rubbing her wrist
despite the little pain.

“Now get out of my shop and never show your face here again,”
Mayuzumi commands.

But this vampire is nothing if not persistent. “Witch,” she
says and he turns to look at her. When their eyes meet, hers are glowing bright
red, her irises encircled by white. Mayuzumi freezes in place, body rigid as
she stalks towards him. Her breath ghosts over the shell of his ear making him
shiver. “You were a fool to release me, witch, now not only am I going to take
that vile, I’m going to drain you dry.”

He swallows, willing his body to move but he can’t, not when
she has him so thoroughly hypnotized. The brush of her lips against his cheek
is unexpected as is the feel of the flat of her tongue against his throat
making him gasp. “Mmmmmm, I like the smell of fear on you,” she murmurs against
his skin. “Let’s see how you taste,” she goes on before breaking through the flesh
of his neck. Mayuzumi shudders when she can’t stop herself from running her
cold hands up the length of his sculpted arms to his firm shoulders. A
momentary lapse in concentration breaks her firm hold of him but he shocks the
hell out of her when instead of pushing her away, one hand latches to the back
of her head seemingly to hold her in place. The more she drinks, the more
strength she possesses so it’s a feeble attempt for power at best, but she isn’t
complaining if he isn’t.

Mayuzumi’s other hand reaches around her waist tugging their
bodies closer together. As she pulls away and meets his gaze she sees his eyes
are no longer empty. If anything, he looks as hungry as she feels.

“More,” he rasps and before she can react his mouth is on
hers, teeth tugging her bottom lip making her groan in spite of herself.

“You’re a new kind of freak,” she gasps when the hand
formerly holding her head delves down to grasp her breast.

“And you talk too much,” he complains, kissing her harshly.
She pushes against him but somehow, he holds fast and the massage of his tongue
against hers makes her weak in the knees. How long has it been since she last
fed and fucked? Too long, apparently, because she’s giving into him, allowing
him to control the situation instead of the other way around.

“Give yourself to me and I’ll let you have the potion,” he
growls against her throat, teeth nipping the cool flesh and her head falls back
at the feel of it.

“Deal,” she moans and he picks her up, carrying her up the
stairs to his dwelling.

In little time, their clothes are on the floor and Mayuzumi
is above her body on his bed. Her flesh is cold and he shivers against her but
his touch is like fire to her. Latching onto her breast, he sucks hard and she
arches into his body.

“Tell me your name,” he commands between kisses.

“_________,” she supplies, hand carding through his hair.

“Mine is Mayuzumi, make note of it, because you’re going to
be screaming it soon enough.”

“Big talk, let’s see if you can put your money where your
mouth is.” He descends, latching his mouth onto her clit and she screams out, “Mayuzumi!”

“That was quick,” he smirks before diving back into lap at
her nectar. He’s never tasted her kind before and finds it surprisingly fresh
considering she’s among the living dead. He plays her up higher and higher and just
before she crests he stops, earning a snarl and her pushing him onto his back
before she sinks onto his waiting cock.

Both of them groan loudly at the union and she leans down,
fangs descending to drink from him once more. Mayusumi grunts her name, tightening
his hold and thrusting up hard as she drinks her fill. The harder and longer
she bites him the firmer and more hurried his thrusts become until she’s sure
he should pass out from loss of blood or stamina or both.

As she draws away, her tongue laves up the trails of blood,
not missing a single drop. Mayuzumi turns them once more, holding her down by
the wrists and plunging into her with abandon. The force of his impacts brings
stars to the backs of her eyes and she cries his name over and over, writhing against
him but not really wanting him to stop.

“Again, do it again,” he orders releasing her and she
complies leaning up and biting just above his heart. “Fuck,” he hisses between
clenched teeth. He moves his mouth to her neck, latching his own teeth to her
flesh. They’re nowhere near as sharp as hers but he manages to leave a
momentary mark before it heals.

A few more thrusts has him coming deep in her body, the feel
of him filling her up warming her from the inside out for the first time in
centuries. He doesn’t pause though, reaching down to caressing her clit with
his fingers until she’s sobbing her own release upon which he collapses on top
of her.

After a moment’s silence, she mutters, “If you’ll kindly get
off, I’ll have my potion and be on my merry way.”

“Get off? I thought that’s what we just did,” he chides
rolling to his back. She scoffs but as she rises to leave his hand on her wrist
gives her pause. “What’s the rush? Daylight will be breaking soon and the
potion takes longer than that to take effect.” He pulls her down, wrapping his
arms around her. “Tomorrow night at dusk, we’ll do it together.”

She hums, “The potion, or sex?”

He nuzzles her neck, placing a kiss against her skin. “Both,”
he affirms before falling into a slumber.

Hey!! I really like this new blog and i was wondering if i could request a scenario with Iwa-chan and Noya (separate) in which their s/o has ADD and it’s giving them anxiety, and tho they really love them they don’t really understand, can it be angst at first and then nsfw? If you’re okay writing nsfw of course! Thanks in advance and good luck with the blog!

vball-baes-bball-babes:

Hi @mintybogdanow, thank you for the request and the compliment and the well wishes! I will do my
best to write someone with ADD without being offensive or stereotypical. I did
some brief reading on the subject to try to get a gist of what it is and how it
manifests. I have a friend who has it and takes medication to help her focus,
so at least I have some experience with
it in real life. In either scenario, the self-description I give the reader is not how I think all people who have ADD
think of themselves or that I think that of them. It’s to try to add to the
angst request. Please let me know if I completely miss the mark and I’ll do
what I can to change it. Per the request, there is NSFW content so if that
makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this one. Also, since there are
two scenarios this is a bit of a longer post.

Hajime Iwaizumi

“_______-chan, did you hear anything I just said?” Hajime’s
voice makes you start, your eyes darting back to his face. Being together for
as long as you have, you can tell the annoyed look he’s wearing is genuine, not
just his normal “resting stick up the ass” face as Oikawa calls it. You feel
yourself blush, turning your eyes away in embarrassment. Truthfully, no, you
haven’t heard a word for the past few minutes because you keep getting
distracted by the guys playing a flashy videogame.

Tonight, since his parents are out of town and all of the
team are practically their own children by this point, most of the players and
some of their girlfriends have ended up at Hajime’s to hang out. Most just sit
around chatting volleyball (of course) but some opted to actually do something
and turned on the game. Which wouldn’t normally be a problem if you’d
remembered to take your Ritalin but of course tonight would be the night you
forgot it at home. In all honesty, you should have just gone to get it but couldn’t
come up with a viable excuse to leave since no one, not even Hajime, knows you
have ADD. It’s not something you like to talk about.

“Sorry, no, what were you saying,” you finally admit with a
sheepish smile.

“You’ve been acting weird all night, is something wrong?” he
asks gruffly. Hajime never has been one to beat around the bush.

Your heart rate jumps up a bit; you thought you were doing a
good job until this moment of maintaining focus but apparently he’s picked up
on your situation much faster than anticipated. Still, you feign ignorance.

“What do you mean?”

His frown deepens. “I don’t know, it’s just…you aren’t as
focused. Usually you follow a conversation no problem but it’s not just that.
You forgot where you put your cup at least five times and you never do that.
And when Kindaichi asked you to grab the chips from the kitchen you went in but
came back out empty handed.”

Your eyes widen; were you really doing this badly without your medication? It’s been so long since you’ve
missed a dosage that you’d forgotten how quickly its effectiveness can wear off.
That and you’re surprised at how much Hajime appears to watch you; if you
weren’t so mortified by the situation you’d be flattered at all his attention
you weren’t even aware you’ve been receiving. Talk about ironic.

Hearing all the things he’s noticed, knowing there’s
probably more he isn’t saying, you feel your eyes start to tear up. This is not how you wanted him to find out about
this, in fact, you’d hoped to never need to tell him. But it’s unavoidable now
with him looking at you with less annoyance and more concern, waiting for you
to give an explanation to his observations. Seeing your face begin to scrunch
up in efforts not to cry he silently takes your hand, leading you upstairs to
his room.

Once there he shuts the door, locking it for good measure; Oikawa
is known for bursting in at inopportune moments to tease Iwa-chan about “being
naughty” with his girlfriend. Sitting you down on the bed, he takes his place
next to you, his right knee bent and touching your left.

“Ok, what’s going on?” he asks holding both your hands.

“Um,” you stammer, your tears flowing a bit more now that
you’re alone, “I…I’m sorry I never told you before but…I…I have ADD and…I
forgot my medication s-so it’s hard for me to focus.”

If you were expecting a big reaction from him, he doesn’t
deliver. He waits silently but when you don’t go on asks, “Is that it?”

Shock spreads across your face, followed by irritation.
“What do you mean, “is that it”? What, like it’s not a big deal, or something?”
You rise to your feet, pacing back and forth as you rant, “Do you think it’s
easy for me to admit I have to rely on medication every day, multiple times a day just to function
“normally”? That it’s not terrifying to admit to my perfect boyfriend that I
have a chemical imbalance?” You run your hands into your hair, tugging slightly
in your frustration. You didn’t mean to freak out, but his lack of reaction and
nonchalant attitude about something that really bothers you about yourself
feels like a slap to the face making you groan out, “How can you be so
unaffected that there’s something wrong
with me?”

He interrupts your breakdown by springing to his feet, his
hands wrenching your own from your hair before he grabs you by the head and
kisses you deeply. His tongue slices through the seam of your lips, dueling
with yours in heated passion.

His hands move from your head to wrap his arms around your
waist tugging you against his firm body. Your own encircle his neck, your head
tilting to grant him more access to ravish your mouth. Hajime pushes you back
against the wall, trailing his fingers until the hem of your shirt with teasing
touches making you squirm.

When you pull back for breath you pant, “What are you
doing?”

He nips your neck making you gasp. “Distracting you,” he
murmurs against your flesh before latching on and sucking firmly. Your hands
grip his large biceps, knees quickly turning to jelly.

Between hot open mouthed kisses against your neck his husky
voice says, “I never want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.” His
hand deftly unzips your skirt sending it pooling to the floor at your feet. “I’m
not perfect, you are and don’t you
ever say otherwise,” he commands kneeling and taking your panties with him.

Before you can protest, he’s lifted you off the ground,
throwing your legs over his shoulders, his face buried between your thighs.
Looking up he grins mischievously. “The only thing I want to hear you moaning
is my name.” With that, he kisses you once before opening his mouth and licking
you firmly.

“Oh god,” you breath.

He pulls back just enough to say cheekily, “That is an
acceptable substitute,” before going back to working your core with his
skillful tongue. He pushes deep inside, swirling around making you fidget but
his strong arms are wrapped firmly around your thighs keeping you secure. You
throw your head back letting out a deep moan as his sucks your clit just like
he knows you love it.

Your hands are clenching his hair, tugging slightly with
each new sensation he gives making him groan into your flesh.

In little time at all he has you reaching your peak and you
move one hand to your mouth to cover your scream. He keeps up his attentions,
drawing out your orgasm until you gently push on his forehead to indicate
you’ve had enough; your voice isn’t working at the moment.

Setting you down, he stands back up, wiping his mouth on the
back of his hand before tugging you towards his bed. Without a word, he takes
out a spare pair of shorts and a t-shirt he keeps in his room just for you. As
you change he does too, into a muscle tank top and pajama pants.

“What about the guys?” you ask.

“Tch, they’ve learned by now to leave us alone, they can
stay as long as they want, I’ll deal with the mess tomorrow,” he mutters
turning off the light and climbing into bed with you.

As he pulls you into his arms, your head on his chest, he
says lowly, “I’m sorry you thought I didn’t care about what you told me. That
isn’t what I think at all.” Taking a deep breath, he goes on, “Honestly, and
don’t you ever tell him I said this,
but I think Trashykawa may be a little right when he calls me a worrywart.” His
confession makes you giggle and he pokes your side in retaliation before going
on, “I mean, my head immediately went to something serious, like, I don’t know
a brain tumor or something. And knowing you,” he squeezes you tighter, “that is
something you’d be just as likely to keep from me because you worry about
burdening other people.”

Moving his hand to cup your cheek he tilts your head so that
your eyes meet his, giving you a smile he saves just for you. “I don’t care if
you have ADD, babe, it doesn’t make me love you any less.”

“I love you too, Hajime,” you whisper kissing him lightly.
Before you can draw back he deepens it, rolling over on top of you.

Looking down into your still flushed face he grins. “I don’t
know why I bothered letting you get dressed,” he says pulling you up just
enough to take off your shirt, “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Yuu Nishinoya

“But _____-chan,” whines Yuu as you walk together from
class, “why can’t you come? It’s been ages
since you have and I want to show you my “crash of lightning” receive!”

“What happened to “rolling thunder”?” you ask avoiding his
question.

He puffs out his chest a bit. “That’s been perfected, so that’s why you have to come and see the
new one!”

Of course you can’t make him forget his request/demand. He
may be hyper, but the boy is nothing if not focused, especially when it comes
to something he wants; unlike you, particularly today. Ever since second year
started you’ve felt like your normal dosage of medication isn’t helping as much
with your ADD. It will be a week before you can get in to your doctor to get
your prescription changed and since you’re not comfortable upping the dosage on
your own you’ll just have to make do until then.

“Yuu-kun, you know I would if I could but I have a ton of
homework to get done. Why don’t you just come over when you get back?” Being an
exchange student with your own living quarters has its advantages since there
are no parents, siblings or roommates to distract you; you do that enough on
your own and don’t want Yuu or the rest of the team to see you struggling to
stay focused.

“But I’ll be gone the whole weekend! Because it’s so far, Kiyoko
arranged for us to stay so we could have two days there! Just start your
homework on the bus! I already asked coach if you could come and since Yachi-san
is sick he said it’s fine!” he says enthusiastically. “Please?! And hey, I
promise I’ll help you, not that you’ll need it because you’re a genius but
still.”

You smile despite your discomfort; he really is too sweet. “Yuu-kun,
you have your own homework to worry about, gotta keep those grades up so you
can keep playing volleyball,” you say squeezing his hand.

He tugs you close, throwing his arm around your shoulders
and kissing your temple. “_____-chan, please come! I want to introduce you to
the Nekoma guys. Most of them don’t believe you’re real and I have to show off
my gorgeous girlfriend!” Normally you’d be laughing but the thought of meeting
new people while you’re dealing with this has your anxiety spiking.

“Yuu, I can’t. I’m sorry but they’re just practice games, right?”
you say more firmly pulling from his embrace. The last thing you want is to end
the day on a sour note, especially with him leaving for the entire weekend, but
his pestering is starting to get to you; you already said no twice, he should
accept that.

“Just practice
games?” he repeats and you suppress the impulse to groan. That was pretty much
the worst thing you could have said to him; every
game is important to these boys and Yuu-kun is one of the most intense,
particularly because this is Nekoma and it’s very rare for them to be able to
get together. That and no doubt he’s hurt that you seemingly don’t want to meet
his rival/friends.

Before you can explain he storms off to the gym and you rub
your temples. Dating the hyperactive libero, as much as you love him, can take
its toll on you. Sighing you make your way to the train station alone. As you
walk you text a brief apology to your boyfriend and wish him good luck with his
games. When you reach home, you start reheating leftovers before getting down
to business with your work.

An hour later you’re still struggling with the same
assignment, your mind a jumbled mess not only because the noise from your
neighbor’s TV is distracting you but because you’re thinking about Noya being
mad at you which frustrates you because he’s not even here and he’s become a distraction! At this rate, it would have
been better to have just gone to Tokyo since it’s unlikely you’ll be able to
get much done thanks to both your ADD and your anxiety plaguing you.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts. Opening
it, you’re surprised to see Yuu standing there, a serious look on his face.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as he walks past you,
shrugging off his jacket, “I thought you’d be on your way to Tokyo by now?”

Over his shoulder he replies, “Coach decided to leave hella
early in the morning, we’d get there too late to do anything tonight and some
of the guys have stuff they need to finish.”

“Oh,” you say, unsure where to go from here.

A beat of silences passes before you both say, “I’m sorry.”

He turns to look at you. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything
wrong! I’m the one who acted like a jerk. Plus, you already sent me this,” he
says showing his phone with your apology on it.

You shrug. “I shouldn’t have acted like these Nekoma games
aren’t important. They are and I know that. I just…” you trail off, unsure you’re
confident enough to confess why you were so snappish about going.

Yuu takes your hand, tugging you to the couch where you sit
together face to face. Blushing a little he says, “I should have figured something
was wrong when you were so resistant to come with us but I was only focused on
myself and what I wanted.” He sighs, swallowing once before continuing, “But I
do think there’s something more you’re not telling me about why you don’t want
to go.”

You turn your head, unable to look him in the eyes. He
shifts his head down, coming into your line of vision until you finally look at
him. “Please, _____-chan, whatever it is, you can trust me,” he says quietly.
It’s the most serious you’ve seen him in a while, maybe ever.

Taking a deep breath, you say, “You’re right, Yuu-kun, there
is something I’ve been keeping from you. It’s not because I don’t trust you but
because I’m embarrassed.” Steeling your nerves, you finally confess, “I have
ADD and the medication I’m taking is starting to not work as well and I can’t
get a new dosage until I see my doctor next week. That’s why school has been a
lot harder for me these past couple months and getting homework done even while
I’m alone takes me forever, so trying to do it while traveling or away from
home feels impossible. And because my attention span is waning more and more I’m
really nervous about meeting new people. What if they think I’m weird or rude
or annoying because I can’t keep up or focus on what they’re saying?”

Yuu is silent for a moment before swiftly pulling you into
his arms in a crushing hug. Despite his stature, he’s exceptionally strong and
you’ve never felt safer in anyone else’s arms. His hand runs through your hair
as he kisses your cheek. “I had no clue, no frickin’ clue you were dealing with
something like this. And all by yourself! You don’t even have your mom or dad
or sisters here to help you!”

Pulling back and wiping some stray tears from your eyes you
snicker. “If you didn’t notice, Yuu-kun, I’m pretty independent. I can take
care of myself.”

He cups your face with both hands, his intense gaze boring
into your eyes. “I know that, but _____-chan, everyone needs at least one person they can rely on to tell
everything to. To cry or get angry with and, well, I know I’m not the most
serious guy out there, but I’d like to be that person for you. Please don’t
keep stuff from me, let me help you, even if you feel like you don’t need it.”

You smile and nod, kissing him gently on the lips to express
your appreciation. Glancing to the table you sigh. He follows your gaze, eyes
landing on the piles of books and papers. “Still working on it?” he asks and you
nod again. Shifting to face the table he looks over what you have left to do.

“Tell you what,” he says after a few minutes, “Ennoshita-san
really helped me understand these types of problems. I can do these while you
keep working on your essay.”

“That’s sweet Yuu-kun, but I won’t learn it if you do it for
me,” you say nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Just this once,” he says, “I’ll explain it to you after you
get your new meds.”

Appreciative of your non-studious boyfriend being willing to
do your homework you finally give in. When he’s finished with what he could
help you on, Yuu is surprisingly helpful with keeping you on task if he notices
your attention starting to wander. You never knew he could be so focused on anything
besides volleyball. After two hours, though, he starts nuzzling the back of
your neck from his position behind you on the couch. Little peppery kisses dot
all over your skin making you sigh and lean back into his embrace.

“Yuu-kun,” you say in a soft whisper, “you’re supposed to be
helping me focus.”

He hums in discontent, reaching his arms under yours and
hauling you to your feet. Spinning you around he sits back down, pulling you
onto him to straddle his lap on the couch. Insistent lips meet yours in a deep,
long kiss. Moving down to your neck he says throatily, “You’ve been working long
enough and got a lot done. You deserve a reward.”

His fingers work the buttons on your blouse, pulling it open
and shirking it down your arms. He tosses it away, his hands on your bra before
the shirt touches the ground. When your breasts are free he nuzzles his face between
them before placing soft, delicate kisses over every square inch. Your hands
trail through his hair, your core grinding down against the growing erection in
his pants.

Your head tosses back, giving Yuu full access to your body,
his lips sucking and tongue lapping over your sensitive flesh. When he suckles
your nipple you cry out his name, clamping your hand to the back of his head
while his other hand squeezes your waist. You trail your hand between your
bodies, rubbing through his clothes and making him groan. Unable to resist any
longer he rotates quickly, tossing you on the couch before standing up. In
rapid succession he relieves you of your pants and underwear, shredding his own
clothes in record time. Covering you with his warm body he kisses you again,
tongue rolling over and around yours.

He moves again to your throat, latching onto your pulse point
and sucking hard as his hand reaches between your legs to tease you. Your hips
buck up, desperate for his touch, for friction, for anything!

“Yuu, please,” you moan and he rubs firmly making you cry
out again. His fingers are magic, working you over until you’re a panting mess
begging him to drive into you and give you what you really want. Grinning down
at you, he kisses your nose.

“One sec,” he says and grabs a condom from his bag. Slipping
it on he’s back in a flash, shifting your hips to just where he wants you. He
takes a firm grasp of your hair pulling slightly; you love it when he gets
dominant. “What do you want, _____-chan?” he whispers in your ear.

“I want you, I want you so bad,” you beg making him smile
wider. Keeping his eyes locked on yours he slowly enters you, making you inhale
sharply. He starts a slow and steady rhythm but it quickly turns into a rapid
pace, his hips slamming up against yours in the most delicious way as he cradles
you close to his body.

“Oh, oh Yuu!”

“_____-chan, I…I love you so much,” he pants before kissing
your lips.

“I love you too, oh! Oh!” you cry out as he hits that one
spot in you that makes your insides quiver with pleasure. He picks up the pace
again, reading the signs on your face and the noises you’re making. Soon he’s
got you there, your body shaking in blissful release as he too comes to the top
of the mountain. When you’re both starting down from your high, he crawls off
of you and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

You follow, intercepting him as he exits to pull him to your
bed. Falling onto it, he covers you both, pushing you to your side so he can
spoon up behind you. Kissing your cheek, he says, “I have to get up really early
tomorrow to go home to pack. But I’m glad we were able to be together tonight.”

Rotating in his arms you face him. “Me too, Yuu. And,” you
add after a moment’s pause, “I’ll come with you to Tokyo.”

His eyes grow bright, his former sleepiness flitting away
like mist on a hot morning. “Really? Oh that’s awesome, this weekend just
became the best ever!”

Hugging him close you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, falling
asleep to him talking about all the guys on Nekoma’s team you’ll be meeting and
how much they’re going to love you and how jealous they’ll be of him. He can’t
wait.

From near the beginning of the blog, hope you enjoy!

You said one ask each AU right? If not ignore this! Incubus Tsukki trying to get s/o, but unbeknownst to them both, her mother’s necklace on her neck is a demon repellent charm! Reactions or scenario, however you like, of Tsukki struggling to seduce her, having no idea why it doesn’t work, gets smitten by her and when they found out she takes it off and good old NSFW maybe? ignore if it’s too much, thanks a bunch!!!

I don’t think I quite built this up as much as you described but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Tsukishima, on
the whole, is not overly fond of his species. It’s downright tiring to need sex
of all things to survive. He knows pretty much all males would disagree but
they don’t have to deal with this! That and since he’d prefer not leaving a body count, thank you very
much, he has to expend more energy in either wiping his conquests memories or
deal with having a reputation of being a player. Which means garnering new
sources of energy is that much more work and he has to use more power to seduce
them.

It’s a vicious
cycle really.

Which is why,
when he meets you, and genuinely feels
something, he thinks he’s home free. It’s not every day incubi mate but it’s
not unheard of.

Except that nothing he tries works on you; not his
normal flirting (honed by years and years of practice), not even his powers of
suggestion or hypnotism. At best, he’s managed to gain you as somewhat of a
friend, which is worse because your proximity is driving him crazy. And the
constant teasing from his fellow incubi is not
helping.

Just when he’s
ready to throw in the towel and find some random girl to screw, you enter your
room, unware he’s there. He’d come over to ask for your study notes, waiting as
instructed by your mother for your return from taking a shower. When your eyes
land on him, it’s like a veil has been lifted.

“Kei,” you
breathe and his own breath hitches when you let the towel fall. You’re fucking
gorgeous.

“Wha-“ he
begins then realizes; you aren’t wearing anything, which means the necklace you
always wear is sitting on your desk. Of course! A warding charm!

Deciding to
save disposal of it for another time, Kei is on you in a second, lips crashing
into yours, tongue dominating your mouth easily. He shucks his clothing,
groaning under the ministrations of your fingers against tight muscle and
oversensitive skin. His body is practically humming with need and he knows if
he doesn’t slow down, isn’t careful, he’ll drain you dry.

“Please,” you
gasp, legs parting for his body to lie flush to yours. He doesn’t even remember
carrying you to the bed.

He can’t wait,
only hoping somehow his over exertion of pheromones have allowed your body to
be ready. He thrusts in and out rapidly, power surging through his veins. He
kisses you, stealing your breath, making you sweat, trailing fingers through
damp hair which he clutches and pulls. When he looks in your eyes his own are
blown wide, the gold bright and glowing. “You know what I am now,” he affirms
and you nod. “Will you let me mate you? Will you be my source of energy
forever?” When you nod again, his mouth is on your neck, sucking hard before he
bites. He explodes within you, his scent flooding over you like a blanket
indicating you are his and if any
other incubi so much as look in your direction with intent to take, he’ll kill
them.

While you’re
asleep, he rises, taking the necklace and crushing it.

You have no
need for warding anymore.

Ah, no problem! This is for the werewolf Iwaizumi ask! Out of high school Iwaizumi and his chubby girlfriend go to a club and she is feeling a bit out of place so he wants to show her how she should really feel by grinding and dancing with her. After that it just continues with a wild night. Thank you!!

Iwaizumi doesn’t know how he ended up so lucky. It isn’t
often his kind finds someone so willing and able to handle his…condition. But
she…she’s everything he could ever ask for. Sweet and caring, but strong enough
to deal with his request to be locked away during full moons when his drive is
too hard to control. Glancing over at Oikawa, the vampire no doubt putting his
moves on a new snack, he recalls how he’s been his saving grace until she came
around, though his former teammate still makes a point to help her set up the
basement and stands guard over the door so she can sleep soundly.

Iwaizumi has never once worried his best friend would ever
harm her and she, thankfully, trusts him too because of that. Both creatures
could smell her apprehension that first night Oikawa announced he would be
staying over but Iwaizumi had been able to convince her it would be alright.

And it was, resulting in the three of them becoming even
closer.

But now, looking at her, Iwaizumi frowns. She’s standing
away from the crowd, eyes cast to the ground and arms wrapped around her waist.
Staring at her, he’s momentarily overwhelmed with severe hunger of a different
variety. She looks so damn hot! It’d
taken a significant amount of time and encouragement from both himself and
Oikawa to convince her to wear the tight fitting strapless dress. It showed off
her curves perfectly.

When her scent hits him, full of apprehension and dread, he
surges forward, grasping her hand.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asks, voice gruffer than he means
but he’s concerned. Did someone hit on her? Does he need to tear someone’s
throat out?

“He…hey, Hajime. No…nothing’s wrong,” she lies.

Placing both his hands upon her cheeks, he stares in her
eyes. “Why do you think you can lie to me? I can smell your distress. Now, just tell me what’s bothering you.”

She sighs, closing her eyes and turning her head. “I just…I
want to go home, Hajime.”

“What? Why? We just got here and you haven’t even danced
with me yet,” he protests.

“Because I look…I look like a joke in this!” she snaps.

His eyes go wide, confusion clear on his face. “Who told you
that?” he growls, ready to kill anyone who dares insult his woman.

But when she taps her head, his fists relax, hands reaching
up to her shoulders as she replies shakily, “I…I did.”

Iwaizumi stares at her, completely baffled that she could
believe she looks anything but ravishing in her ensemble. Narrowing his eyes,
he pushes her up against the wall, burying his face in the juncture of her neck
and inhaling her scent. She’s nervous, but he notes with some pride, he can
detect the faintest hint of arousal and decides to bank all his next moves on
that.

“Do you have any idea,” he begins grinding up against her, voice low and
sultry against her ear, “how fucking sexy you look? Just in the span of the
first five minutes that we were here I counted almost six guys I was ready to
tear apart based simply on one look at you.”

She gasps when his mouth latches onto her, tongue teasing
the sensitive skin. Knees going weak, she slumps against him, but he’s strong
and it takes no effort to hold her up. “You’re a knock out, baby, your curves,
your smile, your scent! All of it drives me wild!” He moves to her mouth,
kissing her deeply, capturing her moan as he grinds his erection against her.

“Do you feel that? All of that is for you! I want to take
you so bad, rip your clothes off, fuck you till you can’t breathe! I want to
rut you until you swell with my offspring! Do you understand? Do you get it?”
He pulls back, eyes flashing bright green and she inhales a sharp breath. “You’re
gorgeous, you have curves other women have to pay for! I’m the envy of my den
because of you! I never told you because I don’t want you afraid of them, but
I’ve fought for the right to keep you.”

Her eyes fill with tears but he kisses them away. “Let me
mark you, be my mate for real, please? I don’t want anyone else,” he begs
against her lips.

His request breeds both joy and fear in her heart. She knows
what it means, knows her life as a full human will be altered but she also
knows she’ll never find someone like Hajime anywhere else in the world.

“Yes, Hajime, yes, I’ll mate with you.”

“Fucking finally,” he growls, lifting her up completely off
the floor. His eyes seek a refuge and of course it’s Oikawa who comes to the
rescue. As the two men’s eyes meet, the vampire nods to a VIP room. Iwaizumi
rushes through the crowd, grabbing the key in a high five from his friend
before entering the darkened room and slamming the door.

His claws elongate, shredding her dress to ribbons leaving a
black lace strapless bra and boy short panties all that stands between him and
her. As she waits upon the couch, he sheds his own clothing, muscles rippling
and twitching with excitement when her hands unclasp the bra allowing it to
fall to the floor.

His lips are on her nipple in a second, pulling a keening
cry from her lips. “Hajime,” she whispers, hands grasping for purchase.

Iwaizumi needs to prepare her before he loses completely
control, the scent of her arousal and the willingness to be his forever making
his beast’s heart thunder. Ripping away her panties, he falls to his back
against the couch, hauling her up easily to straddle his face. “Oh god!” she
wails as his tongue laves against her entrance, lips sucking firmly at her clit
in a frenzy to get her ready to take him.

“I’m sorry,” his voice is muffled against the softness of
her flesh, “I can’t…I need you now, please. Can you take it? Are you ready?”

“I’m fine, go,” she concedes. He doesn’t need further
encouragement, manhandling her into position on hands and knees upon the couch.
He moves forward quickly, burying all the way to the hilt.

“Hajime,” she whines, voice cracking a bit under the strain
of his impact.

“I’m right here, baby, fuck, you’re doing so good. I love
you, I fucking love you so much,” he groans. His fangs descend, glistening with
the ether that will mark her his forever. “Last chance to back out, once this
is done there’s no going back,” he warns, voice a bit shaky.

“Do it, Hajime, I’m ready,” she confirms.

He presses his chest to her back, hauling them both to their
knees before sinking his fangs into her neck. Her cry is loud, the pain more
intense than she anticipated making her jolt but his superior strength holds
her steady so he doesn’t nick an artery. Retracting his teeth, Hajime licks the
wound rapidly, healing her skin with his saliva.

A moment later, he comes, hard and fast within her body and
she moans loud as his fingers swirl against her clit, her orgasm hitting like a
freight train.

Panting and covered in sweat, Hajime releases her, allowing
her to fall forward before he pulls out. She collapses to the floor, utterly
exhausted.

A flutter of eyelids signals her impending consciousness,
eyes blinking against the brightness of the room. When did they get back to his
place?

“Good morning, mate,” Hajime says, voice more cheerful and
light than she’s ever heard before. Tentatively, she touches the scar at her
neck, a soft, slow smiling splitting her lips as she gratefully accepts the cup
of coffee he offers. She leans up, kissing him gently. “Move in with me, marry
me,” he says and she nods again happily.

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i saw the vamp Akashi that’s in line to be written and just thought of another vamp Akashi lol! so idk if vampires can feed off of each other?? but let’s just say they can lol and so vamp Akashi and his vamp s/o feeding off each other and it just slowly gets heated between them since they’re like in mating season! (i just remembered twilight breaking dawn and a similar scene came up in the movie lol) nsfw pls! and i hope i was clear with my request >.<

Warning for slight blood
play.

“Seijuro.” His name,
spoken in a tone barely above a whisper, but the need was present. She was in
heat, they both were, and desperation was setting in. Her hips ground down hard
against his erection and he moaned low in the back of his throat. His heart
would be racing, were it beating any longer, but he felt the drive anyway, the
impulse to throw her down and ravage her like the beast he was; like the beast
she wanted.

It wasn’t often either
of them were like this, most of the time preparing weeks in advance for their
mating season so that they would not be in this predicament.

By life, even an undead
one, can be unpredictable and Akashi knew they’d reached the point of no
return.

His irises flashed, one
color overcoming the other, his inner self raging for her, the scent of her
driving him mad.

“_________, prepare
yourself,” he warned, the next second hauling himself and her up from the couch
effortlessly. She clung to him, legs around his waist, hands buried in his hair
as her lips sealed over his, her protruding fangs nicking a small wound in the process.
Her reaction was instant, a firm suck making a flood of fire surge through both
their veins as she took her first taste of him.

Aksahi slammed her
against the bookcase, the impact shaking loose century old volumes and
scattering them about the floor. He paid them no mind, completely focused on
her neck. Sure, he could bite her anywhere he pleased and probably would do so,
but there was something so…pure about biting her there!

“Seijuro!”

Her voice was no longer
quiet, no longer subdued by thirst, she was relishing the puncture of his
fangs, writhing against him. Akashi’s hands grasped her hips tightly, his voice
whispering harshly, “Do not move, unless you want to get branded.”

She stilled just long
enough for him to release some of his venom, deadly to any living creature, and
quite effective he found at obliterating the tightly woven weave of her gown.
He left her top in place, her breasts still lifted by the corset remaining around
her waist. Blood poured from her wounds but he didn’t miss a drop, licking and
sucking the flowing river of deep crimson.

“You taste amazing,” he
praised, hands moving to the belt at his waist, unbuckling it quickly. His
pants fell away, pooling at his ankles only to be kicked away.

She couldn’t wait any
longer, grabbing his hand and tugging it to her mouth. At the first break of the
skin on his wrist, Akashi hissed in pleasure. Their eyes met then, hers
glowing blue while his burnt red as she sucked hard. Akashi’s head fell back,
his erection growing firmer and his need higher. Wrenching away his hand, he
clasped both of hers and hauled them above her head at the exact same moment he
drove his cock deep into her waiting heat.

It was the only part of
her still warm besides her blood.

“Darling,” she panted,
the term of endearment sweet against his ears despite the bloodied mess the two
of them were rapidly becoming. The servants, he knew, would have an absolute
fit the next morning when they came upon the remnants of their debauchery. He
thrust upwards, harder and harder, mouth and fangs latching back onto the side
of her neck while she did the same to him and they drank.

“Sweetheart, uhn…are you
close?” he asked, breathing labored with the effort to continue his exertions
while she practically drained him.

“Yes, oh, Seijuro,” she
moaned, lips stained with the evidence of her indulgence.

“Then cum for me, my
sweet, cum for your darling,” he commanded, eyes focused only on her face. It
didn’t take long, she had been a slave to his will for centuries, a willing
sacrifice to his wants and desires. Her body shuddered, power both surging through
and out of her as she came. Her release allowed him his own, both collapsing at
the end of their tryst.

When he opened his eyes
once more, Akashi literally saw red, both she and he covered in it. Gathering
his strength, and her once more in his arms, he headed to the opulent bathroom
of their shared quarters, drawing a hot bath to wash them before tucking
themselves into the master suite buried deep in the center of his mansion, away
from sunlight, hunters and whining servants.

@nsfwhaikyuu-knb

Hi!!! Its me! As your suggestion, may I request the sequel for Himuro X Manager!Reader for what happen during their ‘talk’ and the effect of their relationship?? Thanks in advance 😘😘

baesketballers:

Plug-ins: If you want to commission me or want to donate, I’ll be happy to accept! Commissions are still wide open!

Thank you for requesting this! I would suggest you guys read the first part before reading this one. Female!Reader here because this is full-blown NSFW.

The car ride is silent, and you dare say it’s the slightly awkward type of silence. Himuro insists that you bring him home, but in the context of this situation, he’s the one bringing you to his home regardless of your position behind the wheel. He also insisted that he drive, a demand you quickly turn down—the few shots he took might already have taken effect.

And by that, the effect those drinks had on him involved how he treated you back in the purple-lit VIP room in that club. You still remember those big palms on the bare skin on your waist from under your shirt, his breath on your face, the sensation of his perfect teeth making their mark on your neck…

He has to be drunk.

When the traffic light turns red, you stop the car, but your mind reels faster than ever. He’s sitting beside you. In the passenger seat. Probably looking way more handsome than he’s supposed to, thanks to how the wind tousled his hair through the half-open window. You don’t have enough courage to see if he’s actually looking at you, but it’s a chilly night, and you can feel his gaze burning the side of your face.

Green flashes in front of you and you silently thank the gods for letting you distract yourself by focusing on driving again. The roads are empty, though, which provided no challenge whatsoever that requires extra attention.

“I wanted to drive to prove that I’m not drunk,” he suddenly says in a deep murmur. You jump under your skin at his voice. It reeks of desire, much more desire compared to what he exhibited earlier when he whispered into your ear. You’re filled with a mix of complicated emotions: nervousness, fear, excitement, hopefulness, lust—it creates an incomprehensible concoction that boils at the bottom of your stomach.

“I don’t want to risk our safety,” you reply, trying to sound as professional as possible. He sees through the farce quite easily, though, as he notices the way you swallow and how you seem to blink a little more than you usually do.

As you turn into the street of his house, located in an extremely respected neighborhood where people of his caliber reside, Himuro’s hand is on your knee before it slowly snakes up to rest upon your thigh. You forget to breathe under his watchful gaze.

“Come on, __________,” he purrs, “how can I prove to you that I really like you?”

The first part of his sentence provides a great contrast with the words he utter next: how could someone sound so seductive and poised for a second and turning vulnerable and desperate the next? His effect on you is not different than the effect of alcohol—it slowly lulls you, sends a warm buzz throughout your body. You sigh as his hand travels higher just as his house is in sight.

You stop in front of it, looking over to him, hoping that he would just unbuckle his seatbelt, say goodnight, and meet you tomorrow morning as if nothing ever happened.

He looks back at you. The emotions behind steel gray eyes are even more unreadable than they usually are, but his hand, now grabbing your wrist as your grip on the steering wheel loosens, tells you that he wants you and that he’s not going to regret any of this in the morning.

“Himuro, I don’t think it’s proper if we—”

“I told you I like you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, I know! And believe me, I like you, too, but…”

A jogger passes by, sending a curious (if not suspicious) glance towards your general direction before looking straight ahead and going on his way. Your voice was slightly raised, so there’s a possibility that he might have heard what you were saying. In addition, Himuro’s face is all over Japan thanks to his celebrity status. For a moment you are overcome with anxiety: Himuro’s hand prying you away from the steering wheel, your raised voice… hopefully it doesn’t spell trouble.

The man sitting next to you seem to have other things in mind.

“You like me?”

You realize what you just blurted out. A voice in your head—your voice—screams in embarrassment of the unintentional confession. Are you so pent up that you cannot even keep your feelings in check?

All thoughts slip your mind the next second, as Himuro has his lips on yours in a gentle kiss. It doesn’t take much for him to make you melt into his touch except for him to simply be himself, and he takes that to his advantage, cupping your jaw to bring you in closer. You feel the urgency behind every kiss that he leaves on you, the desperation and some sort of relief hidden by his sigh.

When you open your eyes back again, you see his face so close to yours, eyes hooded and cheeks slightly flushed. It’s a side of Himuro no one has ever seen before. And suddenly, like you have been hypnotized, you know Himuro isn’t drunk and that you’re going to walk through the entrance to his house together with him.

He growls, mouth suckling at a nipple with incredible fervor as you fight the urge to fall on the floor from the weakness in your knees. Himuro commends himself for being able to persevere for this long—he could’ve just ravished you against the door to his house instead of in his bedroom, or in the car, or in the club precisely half an hour ago. The sight of you under that sensual mauve light triggered something in him, something he’s kept bottled up for since who knows how long.

It must’ve been somewhere in the middle of your manager-artist relationship with him that he fell for you, he thinks as he plays with your other nipple. Your genuine kindness, understanding, and the quiet support you provide lures him into a trap that is romantic feelings. Now, though, he has nothing more to worry about, and he is set free by the touch of his skin against yours.

You are lost in pleasure, judging by the way your voice wavers in pronouncing his name when he leaves a hickey on your breast. You’re calling him Tatsuya for the second time in the entirety of you knowing each other—the first was back in the club as he cornered you against the wall, after a series of hot kisses, similar to those he’s sending down your torso. You buck your hips unconsciously when he hovers over your panties, leaving a slow kiss and a wet sound from over the fabric.

“Let’s get you more comfortable,” he whispers, picking you up and lightly throwing you on a plush surface that you realize is his bed. Half of you still cannot believe this is happening: he’s all around you, the scent of him on the sheets, his body hovering above you as he sucks at the side of your neck, the puffs of air he exhales while he travels down your body.

“A-ah, Ta-Tatsu… ya…”

He groans at your salacious voice, a delicious response to the sensation of his lips against your cunt, your panties now around your ankles. He’s heard you laugh before, sigh before, but never crying his name out like that before. A fiery determination to get you so lost in pleasure that you’re unabashedly moaning out his name seeps under Himuro’s skin as he begins to work, sucking at your most intimate part.

“I’d go easy on you,” he murmurs against your wet core, the vibrations of his voice rendering you helplessly gripping the sheets, “but I’ve been holding back for so long.” He leaves an audible smooch down there and your blush deepens. “You want this, too, right?”

“Mmh—”

His finger pressing against your clit isn’t really helping you regain some sort of sane thought.

“Say it.”

“Oh yes,” you finally pant out, “please, Tatsuya, I want you—”

Your last syllable draws out into a loud moan, one that can probably be heard by the neighbors, as he dives right back in, his tongue imitating that which is yet to come and his finger playing with the bundle of nerves that sends your hands treading his hair. Your fingers are tugging at his dark locks, urging him for more. Himuro gladly complies, too lost in his own pleasure from the utterly sinful taste of you—he swears he can live between your thighs forever, licking and sucking at your juices as he sends you over the edge, rewarding him with more of your cum.

Not long after, your body shakes and so do your hips, moving as if they have their own mind to meet his touch, and he knows you’re close. You let out a sharp “ah!” as he plunges two fingers into you, his lips closing in around your clit, and at that moment you’re gone, lost in the hot white heat that wrecks your body.

Himuro watches you unfold, letting out his own satisfied moan at how utterly divine you look—your hair disheveled, the arch of your naked body, the pertness of your nipples, and how you clench so tight, warm, and wet around his fingers.

You’re panting, and he decides to let you regain some sort of consciousness after your orgasm. He leans back up, face in front of yours as he observes your expressions.

“Tatsuya,” you sigh.

He smiles, fingers combing your hair back to reveal more of your flushed face. If it weren’t for the insistent press of his member, rubbing the tip of it against your entrance, you would think that it’s over. Not that you want it to, but as the buzz of your orgasm fades, worry starts to take its place.

“Tatsuya,” you call again, this time with audible anxiety, “we—we can’t, it’s unprofessional. I… might get fired.”

“There’s no law in the contract that says you can’t be in a relationship with me,” he smoothly replies as if he’s thought about this before.

“People will talk.”

“Let them say what they will, isn’t that what you always tell me?” Himuro says, hand cupping your cheek in a silent plea. “What we have is frankly none of their business.”

You’re silent, but he knows he needs one last push to convince you.

“Do you feel the same way,

__________?” He asks, dick rubbing against your wetness, and if it weren’t for the emotions behind his voice you would think he’s just teasing you. A sudden shyness takes over your entire consciousness and you find yourself not able to meet his expectant gaze.

“I-I said it already… in the car, earlier.”

“Say it again,” he replies, “please,” the tip of his member slips past your labia and you moan at the sensation.

“I like you.” It’s nothing above a whisper, and though a surge of pride and joy course through his blood, Himuro lets himself be selfish for once. After all, he’s depraved himself of what he wants the most for the longest time, it can’t hurt you to wait a little bit more.

“Louder.”

“I like you, Tatsuya,” you reply, and a gasp escape your lips when he nudges your clit with his dick.

“You like me? You mean as a friend?” At this point he’s a complete tease, the smirk painted on his face tells it all, and as much as you want to lash out at him for being a jerk at a time like this, the sensation of him against you is too much to sacrifice.

“No-ooo,” the sound draws out as he slowly, slowly, sinks into you, though not completely. The pleasure is enough encouragement for you to say more. “I mean, I have f-feelings for you that I—ngh—can’t really explain…”

“Me too,” he pants, sheathing himself deeper into you, your encasing warmth forcing his rational mind to shut down, and he repeats, “me too, for the longest time now, you have no idea,” and he pushes in further. The stretch makes you grip at his shoulders, not so much out of discomfort, but mostly from the pleasure that he brings.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” you sigh when he’s fully inside you. There’s an incomprehensible warmth in your belly, an ember that is lit by the way he looks at you. His body, lean yet muscular from his years of sports and training, hovers over you—you feel protected, safe, and loved lying under him. He smiles, leaning over to place his lips next to your ear.

“I love you.”

At that moment he pulls out completely before thrusting back in with force, leaving you no choice but to instinctively moan and arch your back. He’s big, the length of him reaching places where your fingers can never hope to ever touch, but those lonely nights won’t ever happen anymore. Not as long as he’s with you, you think at the back of your mind.

With each increasingly powerful thrust, Himuro lets out a pant, and you reciprocate with your own uninhibited sounds of pleasure. There’s no neighbors, no outside world, no one else for you to think about except the man that is ravishing you and giving you his all. Your nails rake down his back and he groans your name, making you clench around him.

“D-Don’t do that,” he whispers, “you’re gonna make me cum…”

“I want you to,” you whisper back. As if a switch has flipped inside him, Himuro’s pace turns faster and your head is thrown back, eyes lidded with pleasure. Your body is exhibited to him like a painting in a museum, except that he’s more than welcome to touch such a masterpiece—there’s nothing more perfect in his eyes than the sight of you unraveling underneath him.

“Fuck,” he curses, sensing his own impending orgasm as he leans down to capture a nipple in his hot mouth. You’re already a mess, still sensitive from the first orgasm he gave you, and the onslaught of his tongue against your nipple makes your insides churn with glee with a hint of hedonism. His thrust grow frantic and he detaches his lips from your breast to kiss you hard, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Tatsu—I’m, ah, coming!”

“Do it,” he growls against your lips, “cum with me.”

And so you do, the noises you make muffled by the kiss you share as his grip on your hips tighten and he spills his warm semen inside you. There are fireworks behind your closed eyes, but they slowly dissipate along with the regulating of your breaths, leaving you with nothing but a sense of relief.

When you open your eyes, you find him looking at you with a look so soft that could drive you to the point of tears. You’re suddenly shy about the fact that you just had sex with an artist that you’re managing, but not just any artist—he’s the one you’ve secretly had feelings for, and now that it’s out, you feel a burden being lifted from your shoulders, and whatever guard you’ve put up crumbles down.

“I love you too.”

Your voice is hoarse from all the moaning, but he hears you loud and clear, and he feels so happy his heart could burst. So he does what he can think of first:

Hug you.

And he hugs you so tight that you choke out a laugh, half from the fact that he’s hugging you and half from the way his hair tickles your bare skin. Himuro has his face buried in the crook of your neck, leaving kitten kisses everywhere, but when you moan at a particular spot it turns into teasing nibbles instead.

“Himuro-kun,” you call, an unspoken reprimand of ‘we just did it just now’. To your surprise, he clicks his tongue.

“You were calling me Tatsuya the whole time just now,” he says, pouting slightly. You can’t help but think it’s cute. “Does it take sex to get you to call me that?”

“Tatsuya… kun,” you correct yourself as to not upset him, but you’re too shy to get rid of the suffix. He chuckles, pecking you on your cheek. The atmosphere suddenly turns from playful to solemn, mostly because of how easily you can read the emotions swirling behind his eyes.

“I’m not drunk,” he finally says after a few seconds of silence, “and I mean everything I said.”

You nod, and he leans down to kiss you, slowly this time.

“Good. You’re mine now,” kiss, “and I’m yours, too,” kiss, “let’s not care what people say, alright?”

You nod again. He smirks this time, suddenly cupping your sex before returning back to his place in the crook of your neck. There’s teeth and lips, and you know he’s fully intending to leave a mark, but the whimper you let out is not that of a protest. Himuro pulls away, pleased at the hickey he left, before diving down to make more.

Now that you’ve finally found each other, he’s going to make sure to get to know every single inch of you.

Brilliant as ever Gabby! Beautiful continuation, I’m so glad someone asked for it because it’s so great!

could I request for supernatural au, an nsfw scenario of Mibuchi and reader who is a nekomimi during a stormy night?

Nekomimi
(for those like myself who are unfamiliar with the term): A fictional character
who has cat ears on an otherwise human body, and possibly other feline
characteristics such as a tail.

A
bright flash illuminates the room followed by a resounding crash of thunder
strong enough to shake the windows. Her mewl, scared in tone, draws Mibuchi’s
attention from his book to the bed. Smiling softly, he closes the novel,
setting it on the side table as he stands.

“How
can you be afraid of the storm love?” he asks gently seating himself on the
edge of the mattress.

“Just
because I’m from the panther line doesn’t mean I don’t get scared,” she pouts,
squeaking as another round of explosions rock the sky above their shared high-rise
apartment.

“Well
then,” Mibuchi coos, crawling over her prone figure, “why don’t I distract you,
hmmmm?” Quickly, he sheds both of their clothing, his normal teasing absent in
favor of actually helping her. She’s done much for him in the years they’ve
been together and he figures it’s high time he pays her back for all her care.

“Reo,”
she keens as his lips caress her neck. Another flash illuminates the lovers
briefly, his eyes wide and bright at the sight of her naked below him. Just
before the boom, Mibuchi’s fingers tease between her legs, a breathy sigh
escaping her mouth.

He
doesn’t waste time, eager not only to bring her comfort but to taste her; it’s
been too long since his head has been between her thighs. Her tail swishes in
anticipation, adding to the appeal of what he’s about to do; he’s never been one
for conventional relationships.

At
the first touch of his tongue against her waiting heat, she moans again, the
sound high pitched but lovely. He hums against her, drawing gasps and whimpers
as he teases and sucks the sensitive flesh of her cunt. “You always taste so
sweet, lovie,” he comments, tongue pushing further forwards into her body.

“Reo,
oh god,” she gasps, hips rising to increase the pressure. One finger, then two
replace his tongue but he doesn’t keep it idle, moving to the little bundle of
nerves just above her center. He makes her come fast, his own need making
itself known. Turning her over, he caresses her ass, giving her tail a playful
little tug before sinking his cock into her, hips meeting her rear. They’re
both breathing heavy as he thrusts in and out, his long limbs easily able to
reach the top of her head and massage her ears, the action bringing a louder
wail of pleasure from her mouth. “Reo…Reo…please! I….I can’t….I want-“

“I
know, lovie, I know,” he encourages, slamming forward harder, the action
sending blood rushing to her ears, the intensity of his love drowning out the
raging of the storm around them.

With
one last impact, she cums, body spasming with release. Reo isn’t far behind,
spilling deep into her willing body.

Utterly
spent, his little nekomimi collapses, sleep overtaking her almost
instantaneously. Reo chuckles, deciding to save the clean up for the morning.
Cuddling next to her, he draws her close, her head rested against his chest to
hear his heartbeat while his hand covers her exposed ear. Sleep evades him for
a while, but he doesn’t mind moments like this, moments where it’s just the two
of them, lost to the world outside these four walls and thoroughly wrapped up
in one another.

Badboy scenario for Aomine Daiki; he’s dating reader’s bestfriend (reader walks in on them fucking, then she punched him hard and sent him to the hospital cause she thinks he’s hurting her friend from the way she’s moaning lmao) a few months later she discovered that her friend is cheat on him with another guy, reader felt sorry for Daiki and fall for him instead and starts dating him?

I changed the timeline a little but the essence of your ask is here. Also, I coupled it with this ask that didn’t make the randomizer cut because I thought they could go well together:

@hellyeachi-hitoka said:

Badboy! Aomine throw pebbles at his gf at midnight only to
‘kidnapping’ her cause her parents dislike him and it stress her out, he helps
to let off some stream with bangin’ in his car until the sun rises. Thanks 😉

The sound of grunting could be heard through the door of her
best friend’s room as she neared it. What could be-

“Oh god!”

Hiana’s cry made her pulse race. What the hell was going on?
Shoving open the door, she was horrified to see her friend pressed upon her
bed, shirt shoved up exposing her bra and Aomine Daiki with his hand around her
throat. Before anyone could react to her presence, she grabbed a lamp and
slammed it on his head. With a grunt, Aomine fell limp, sliding to the floor.

“Are you ok-“ she began but Hiana flew up, eyes filled with
a mix of anger and fear.

“Are you fucking insane! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What are you talking about? Aomine-senpai was attacking you and-“

“You idiot! We were having sex!”

“With your clothes on?!” she asked bewildered.

“We couldn’t wait! Oh my god, what have you done? You killed
him!”

Leaning down, she checked Aomine’s pulse. It was weak but present. Grabbing her phone, she dialed an ambulance, explaining when the
paramedics arrived about the misunderstanding making them work to hold back snickers.

Later in the evening, the doctor assured the two girls
Aomine was fine but because of his concussion it would be a good idea to keep
him for observation for a few days. Relieved it wasn’t anything more serious,
the two decided they’d let him rest and come back the next day to visit. Only,
Hiana didn’t meet up with her as planned. Confused, she went to her house,
shocked to hear similar noises from the day before coming from the room again.

This time when she threw the door open, it was with anger at
her friend. “Aomine-senpai’s in the hospital and you’re here screwing another
guy?! What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted.

“It’s your fault he’s there, why don’t you look after him? Besides,
he was just a quick fuck anyway,” Hiana quips back, not in the least bit embarrassed
to have another guys face between her legs.

“You’re such a slut,” she snapped back, slamming the door.
How could she be best friends with someone so…so…she didn’t even know the word
she was looking for but she knew she wouldn’t be going back there any time soon.

Entering Aomine’s room, her steps shuffled to a stop. He was
sleeping, or at least appeared to be, and the sight of him so calm and peaceful
did unexpected things to her heart. Normally seen with a scowl on his face,
Aomine had intimidated her from day one. That was why she presumed the worst when she found him on top of Hiana. But now, looking at him, she kind of forgot
that fear and took the time to appreciate his appearance.

That was until he opened his eyes and narrowed them at her,
snapping out, “What the fuck do you want?”

She squeaked, cheeks flushing bright red but she made
herself stay put. Bowing at a perfect ninety-degree angle she said quickly, “I’m
so sorry Aomine-senpai! I…I didn’t know what was going on and-“

“Save it,” he interrupted but his tone was less harsh. As
she rose, his gaze locked her in place. Even lying down, he was imposing. “As
long as you’re here, you can do something for me to make up for it,” he went on
as he sat up.

“Anything,” she replied quickly earning a cocked eyebrow and
a deadly sexy smirk.

“Oh princess, I am not a man you want to offer that to,” he
advised.

She swallowed her nerves, striding forward to his bed. “What
can I do for you, Aomine-senpai.”

“One, stop calling me senpai, it’s stupid. Two, here’s my
address and my key. It’s apartment 24. Go there and pick up these items. If I gonna be stuck here for a week
I need some of my stuff.”

“Aren’t your parents going to come see you?” she asked
before thinking.

He grunted. “Mom’s dead, dad’s away on business. Now, are
you gonna do this or not?”

“Of course!” she peeped, horrified her assumption could possibly
have caused him discomfort.

“Settle down, sheesh, you’re a jumpy one. Just hurry up,
would ya?” he grumbled, settling back down on the pillows and turning on the
TV.

By the time she got back with his stuff, the gravure
magazines making her blush, he was asleep again. Setting down the bag, she took a seat, her eyes closing. Hours later, the buzz of her cell
phone woke her up, a frantic message from her mother asking where she was making
her spring up and rush from the room. Behind she hadn’t noticed Aomine had been
watching her sleep too.

The next day she returned with his homework, the sight of it
making him groan, “But I have a head injury. Can’t they like, excuse me from it
or something?”

“Hey, I’ll help you Aomine-sen-, I mean, Aomine-kun,” she
offered with a bright smile.

For the entire week, she brought his school work, assisting
him to get it done and all the while finding that even though he was rough
around the edges and could have a temper, the basketball bad boy of Too was
really…kind of sweet in his own way.

On the day of his release from the hospital, she offered to
escort him home. “That eager to get in my pants are you?” he teased and she
blushed furiously, protests flying out of her mouth. Leaning down, he pecked
her nose stilling the flow of words. “I’m just teasing you, _____-chan, relax.”
The entire way to his place, she kept her eyes focused outside the window of
the train, willing her heart to calm down.

“He was only teasing!
Of course he doesn’t see me like that! How could I ever think someone like
Aomine-kun could ever like me? I mean, we may not even be friends! Who knows
with him?”

By the time they reached his apartment building, she’d thoroughly
convinced herself the previous week would feel like a dream because she was
sure when they both returned to school the next day he’d probably ignore her.
So she was shocked when as she turned to leave his doorstep, Aomine’s hand shot
out, dragging her back to his side, more accurately to his chest. Leaning down,
he kissed her full on the mouth but it was sweet, just a gentle pressure making
her eyelids flutter closed. When he pulled away, he mumbled, “Go out with me?”

She nodded, throwing her arms around his waist to hug him
tightly. Grunting, he returned the affection, kissing the top of her head.

“You’re not to see that boy any longer,” her father ordered
a month later.

“But dad-“

“No buts! Aomine Daiki, despite his impressive basketball skill,
is nothing but trouble. He’s lazy, irresponsible and disrespectful! I’ll not
have my daughter associating with him! And to make sure I’m taking your phone.”

“You don’t understand, I love him!” she shouted, running up
to her room and slamming the door. It wasn’t fair! She knew Daiki could be a
handful, could come across as all the things her father saw but she also knew
he had a good heart, buried under layers of pride and self-protection. You just
needed to take time to see it. Which no one, it seemed, was willing to do.

Later that night, the sound of tapping against her window
pulled her from a torrid slumber. She’d fallen asleep crying. Rubbing her eyes,
she made her way to the window and upon looking out saw Daiki chucking pebbles
at the glass. Waving frantically for him to stay put, she hurriedly put on shoes
and a jacket, rushing as quietly as possible to the front door and out of it. Flying
into his arms, she erupted into tears again.

“Hey, hey, what the hell’s the matter?” He pulled back,
hands resting on her cheeks. “I tried calling you all day but your phone was
off, what happened?”

“My…my dad told me….I can’t see you anymore! He…he doesn’t
approve and-“

Her words cut off with a sigh as Aomine kissed her, hands
carding through her hair. Leaning his forehead against hers he growled, “I don’t
give a shit who approves or not, you’re mine, you hear?”

She nodded, hands covering his and teeth biting her lip.

“Come on,” he grunted, tugging her hand towards his car. It
wasn’t every day he used it, preferring to avoid the heavy traffic of the city,
but that late at night there were barely any other cars on the road. Securing
her seat belt, Aomine headed to the driver’s side and got in, turning the
ignition and shooting down the street. They drove in silence, her hand clasped
in his. Aomine took a turn, swerving up a twisting, winding road to a flat
peak at the top of a neighborhood development. Parking, he pointed out the
windshield. “What do you think of that?”

She gasped, eyes widening with wonder at the sight of the whole
city lit up below them. Even so late in the night, the lights glowed
brightly, the distance from the sounds of traffic and the smells of industry
allowing the view to give off a beauty all its own.

Aomine opened his door, she following suit and the couple
sat upon the hood of his car, his arms wrapped around her watching the scenery
below.

“Thanks, Daiki-kun,” she whispered.

His lips found her neck, kissing gently at first but then he
couldn’t stop his hands from wandering under her jacket, his touch igniting a
deep fire in her stomach. Leaning into him more, she sighed, arching up when
his hands reached her breasts.

“This wasn’t where I planned for this to happen but,” he
turned her around, latching onto her throat once more murmuring, “I want you so
bad I can’t wait.”

“I want you too, Daiki,” she confessed, raking her fingers
through his hair.

“Ung, shit, come’re,” he ordered, dragging her to the back
seat of the car. She lay on her back, eyes a bit wide as he removed his shirt, revealing
previously unseen tattoos. Gently she touched them, tracing the outline of the
black and red star above his heart.

On his other pectoral was another star, blue and white, which
she also touched. “I like them.” Her voice was soft, affection showing plainly
on her face.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Aomine asked, slightly
breathless because though he’d had some experience in this area, it’d never
been with someone he cared about quite so much.

She nodded, smiling into the kiss he gave her. With
gentleness he wasn’t aware he possessed, Aomine unbuttoned her shirt, pulling
it off and flinging it to the front seat. Next her skirt was removed, leaving
her in bra and panties, matching of course.

“Cute,” he complimented, teasingly touching the polka dot
pattern.

“Shush,” she complained, a bright blush on her cheeks.

He grinned, leaning down to capture her lips in a languid
but passion filled kiss. He took his time with everything, with every touch, letting
her get used to the feel of him and what he was doing to her. “You’re so
beautiful,” he breathed into her ear when she was finally fully exposed.

“You’re the beautiful one, I feel plain in comparison,” she
joked but he grasped her chin, tilting her head to meet his eyes.

“You.are.beautiful. Don’t even think otherwise, you hear me?”

She nodded, swallowing the wealth of emotion threatening to
erupt at the tenderness she found in his gaze.

Even though it was cramped in the back seat, Aomine somehow
made the entire experience magical for her. Their breaths mingled, sweat
building on their bodies as the heat in the car expanded creating condensation
on the windows. She turned her head, gasping loudly when he first entered her
torrid heat, the feel of the condom odd at first but the longer he thrust the
more she enjoyed it until her voice grew raspy from screaming his name.

They stayed there, lost in one another until the sun
threatened to break the seam of the horizon. Thoroughly exhausted, Aomine drove
them to his place where they showered and changed before collapsing in his bed.
She knew there would be hell rained down on her later, but in that moment,
being wrapped in Aomine’s arms was worth any price she had to pay.

Alright, I couldn’t resist the Bad Boy AU! How about Bad Boy! Tsukishima convincing his s/o to skip class to make out on the roof or something like that which perhaps leads to something steamy? ;) -Lana

So, in honor of our salty boy’s birthday today, I present to
you a bonus bad boy scenario! Enjoy!

“Kei, what are you doing? We’ll be late for class!” she hisses through
clenched teeth as the blonde punk drags her up yet another set of stairs.

“Tch, as if I care about that,” he mutters, willing her to
go faster by increasing his own pace.

“Well you should! I mean, if you get one more demerit you
could get kicked off the team!”

He turns around, golden eyes fixing her in place. “It’s just
a stupid club, _______, now stop wasting time complaining!”

Her heart clenched a bit at his words. Why must he insist he
doesn’t care when she knows he does? Regardless of how many punks are on the
team, they all want to win, all want to succeed. If it’s just a stupid club,
why did he join in the first place?

“Will you get out of your own head for two seconds?” he
grumbles, voice low in her ear. She startles, looking around them. When did
they end up outside? The sound of a lock clicking into place next to her
catches her attention but it’s momentary considering Kei’s lips are now on her
neck. “Kei,” she moans when his tongue teases her flesh.

“Mmmmm, just getting started and already you’re breathless?
Nice to know you still want me even though I’m such a delinquent.” His voice is
low and silky, almost like chocolate in her ears. Unable to resist his draw,
she winds her arms around his neck allowing him clearance to pull his around
her waist. Leaning back slightly grants access to her lips, his own seeking
them hungrily.

His fingers toy with the edge of her skirt, teasing touches
against the skin of her thighs making her moan again. For as much as Tsukishima
usually prefers quiet, he loves her noises. But today, oh, today is special,
and he knows he can take advantage of it.

“So,” he says, voice irritatingly even given they were
practically swallowing one another whole a second ago, “it’s my birthday.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “And? You’ve never cared about celebrating
before.”

“I don’t, but it seemed a perfect opportunity to request
something,” he smirks.

“And that would be?”

He looks at her from over his lenses, eyes holding heat and
just the slightest hint of annoyance. “Do I really need to spell it out for
you, ________? Fine,” he leans in, breath ghosting over the shell of her ear, “Get
on your knees, this year for my birthday, I want you eating something.”

Her cheeks flare bright red, head whipping backwards to look
at his face again. “Are you serious? Now? Here?”

He nods.

“You couldn’t wait until we got home?”

“Tick tock, _______, lunch is going to be starting in about,”
he looks at his watch, “fifteen minutes and I have no intension of unlocking
that door until I’ve had my birthday blow job, so what’s it gonna be?”

“You’re incorrigible,” she sighs.

“I love it when you talk dirty, now why don’t you put that
pretty mouth to better use, hmmmm?”

“Asshole.”

Any witty retort Tsukishima planned on saying falls away on
a sigh as her hands undo his belt and zipper, releasing his already firm cock.
She smiles coyly, both of them knowing full well that despite his demanding and
sometimes demeaning attitude, she’s the one in control here. The only reason
this is happening, right here, right now is because she’s allowing it to. And Tsukishima
is thankful, even if he doesn’t say it out loud.

He says it in how he grips her hair tightly when she takes
him all the way in.

Says it in how his breath hitches while he bites back moans
when the flat of her tongue licks him from base to tip.

Shows it when biting his lip as her teeth tease the tip.

And almost shouts it when she deep throats him just enough
to allow him to cum.

Panting, Tsukishima leans against the wall as she resumes a
standing position, slinging down the contents of her water bottle to rinse her
mouth of his capitulation. A stick of gum goes in next, which she chews idly
watching him as he regains his composure.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he grunts.

“You’re welcome,” she replies a bit sarcastically. Turning
to head to the door, she’s startled again when he latches onto her wrist,
dragging her back into a fiery kiss, hands raking through her hair, tongue
slicing into her mouth. He’s so earnest, you’d think they hadn’t kissed in over
a week. When he finally lets her go, both are practically breathless.

He doesn’t say anything, just takes her hand, unlocks the
door and walks her back into the school. As he drops her off at her classroom
just before the lunch bell rings he whispers in her ear, “Come to the club room
right after school, I’ll need a snack before practice.” Then he smacks her ass
and walks away, leaving a dull ache blooming between her thighs.

“It’s gonna be a long
day,” she thinks.

A God Among Us – Iwaizumi Hajime as Mars

Alright, here it is! Roman God AU for Iwaizumi! I’m sorry it took so long, I’ve been super tired all day and I wanted to get this right. I hope my terminology isn’t too “ye olde England”. I couldn’t find anywhere what the proper terms were for some things so I hope it’s still enjoyed! – Admin Jade

*Warning for violence in the beginning because gladiatorial fights*

The roar of the crowd would be deafening if Iwaizumi paid it any mind but his focus is one hundred percent on his opponents; they don’t stand a chance. To his left are two of them, to his right one but judging by his blood loss thus far, he maybe has one swing left in him and it won’t be a good one. Around him lie the strewn bodies of fallen warriors, their weapons caked with mud born of blood. Shifting his gaze, Iwaizumi sees his advantage. In seemingly effortless movement, he rushes the temporary alliance, bellowing out a cry that momentarily freezes them, their shields rising just as he knew they would for his feet to land upon providing a launching pad to jump over them.

Before they realize what’s happened, he’s landed behind them, sword slicing cleaning through both their backs in one slash.

Blood erupts as if from a fountain, pulling gasps of amazement and cries of excitement from the spectators. The men fall to their knees, gasping for breath despite the damage to their lungs. Mercifully, Iwaizumi pulls two daggers from nearby bodies and plunges them into their backs straight through their hearts ending the torture of drowning in their own blood.

Ahead of him, he can see the last who remains an obstacle to his absolute victory. It’s true, he hasn’t killed all who lay fallen, but the point stands that he could have. His eyes are hard, determination resolute, he will not lose. As he steps forward, the man falls to his knees, perhaps to beg for mercy, perhaps because of fatigue. Iwaizumi will never know for he gives him no opportunity to disgrace himself as he wrenches from his latest kills one of the daggers and projects it perfectly into the man’s chest.

A look of awe comes over his face, followed by one of peace, almost a smile as he dies, the message clear in the language of the warrior, “Thank you.”

It’s pandemonium in the coliseum, both cheers and jeers being tossed upon his shoulders but Iwaizumi ignores it all. His eyes meet those of emperor Oikawa, the brown-haired male sitting idly with crossed legs, head leaned upon his fist, a small smile upon his lips.

Once again, his champion, has proven victorious.

It’s late, the tavern practically empty save for those staying in the rooms upstairs who’ve decided to have one last drink. The bathhouse attendant turned barmaid for the evening is exhausted, wiping sweat from her brow. Today had been a madhouse, people coming in from all around to witness the gladiatorial battles. For them, it meant a day in the hot sun which for her meant an evening of thirsty patrons whom she had need to serve in addition to her bathhouse duties since their regular maid was sick.

Sighing, she scrubs the sink, eager for her bed when a dull murmur draws her attention behind her. Turning, she gasps. Just inside the doorway stands a man covered in blood.

She rushes forward, hands outstretched. “Oh my goodness, are you ok? Do you need help?” Her voice is shrill, nerves plain but when he looks at her she stops dead in her tracks.

“The only thing I need is a drink,” he replies gruffly, absentmindedly wiping some of the mess from his face with the towel he wrenches from her hand.

It’s then she realizes; none of the blood is his. And that observation brings about the realization that he is one of the gladiators. The only remaining one of the day. A shiver shakes her spine, eyes wide and teeth almost chattering. She’s frozen in shock, unprepared to be standing in front of a person of such…power.

“So, are you the barmaid or what?” His question snaps her back to attention.

“Yes! Sorry, um, please….ah….”her voice is shaking, and he cocks an eyebrow.

“I’m not going to kill you, you know,” he grunts.

“What? Oh, right, yes, thank you, I mean, not…oh geez.” Could she be any more awkward? Taking a deep breath, she hurries to the bar, quickly pouring him a drink and bringing it back. He downs in one go, handing the mug back to her then turns to leave. “Wait! Um, would you…would you like to partake of the bathhouse?” He turns, sharp eyes fixed on her face and sweat erupts on her neck. “It’s traditionary for our humble tavern to offer our services to the winner of the games, if you would be so pleased to use them. I’ll prepare your bath right away, please, have a seat and enjoy another drink!”

Before Iwaizumi can protest, she’s served another glass to him and rushes from the room. His body settles into a chair as he gathers the glass and drinks again. Sometimes he wonders at himself, why does he feel this need to enter the mortal realm from time to time? Is it merely to remind himself of his godhood? No, it isn’t that. More often than not, it is to remind himself about who worships him, who gives him thanks for good crops and favorable outcomes in war.

And to meet women who are beautiful in their imperfections. Such as the one rushing back in to lead him to the bathhouse, the largest they have onsite for his personal use tonight. It’s almost as though she knows, he is no mere mortal. He heard that phrase tossed about him like a swarm of flies today, a tiny part of him feeling slightly guilty that his opponents quite literally stood no chance of winning.

But he pushes away the feeling, cursing the minimal amount of humanity that manifests when he takes human form. They were weak soldiers who’d abandoned their ranks, tried for treason, brought for judgement. And who better to judge those whose lives were dedicated to war, if not the god of war himself?

“Here you are, I hope it is to your liking.” Her voice breaks into his thoughts and he casts his eyes past her form to the large bath. Steam rises and curls against the coolness of the night air seeping in through slots in the walls, but overall the room is warm and inviting. Candles line the perimeter, their glow bouncing off the white stone encasing the pool.

“I’ll bring you some food, I’m sure you’re quite hungry,” she offers and when he does not protest she leaves to retrieve fruit, nuts and bread, hoping against hope to find some sort of meat that isn’t too dry.

Iwaizumi stretches before setting down his weapon near the edge of the pool. God of war or not, it would not do well to be found ill prepared.

As she rushes back, the maid takes another deep breath. This male, he’s so…visceral! It’s as though he emits an aura of power unfelt by her from any other man she’s ever met. And he’s so handsome! Even covered in blood, she couldn’t help appreciating the strong line of his jaw, the sharp focus of his gaze, the-

She almost drops her burden upon entry to the bath. He’s stripped completely bare, readying himself to enter the water. Her throat constricts as her eyes drink in the ripple of muscles highlighted by the dancing flames surrounding them, his skin bronze and somehow smooth looking despite the caked-on dust, mud and blood. His foot breaks the tension of the water, a slight hiss emitting due to its heat. Blinking rapidly, with cheeks flushed crimson, she wonders if it’s too late to back out, to allow him privacy (worthless as it is given the clarity of the water) and come back in once she knows he’s ensconced in the water.

“If you’re going to stare, could you at least bring the food? I am rather hungry,” he drawls, looking over his shoulder at her as he descends fully into the bath.

“I…I…I’m sorry! Sir, forgive me for my disrespect, I-“

“Don’t fret about trivial issues. Besides, a man would be a fool to refuse the admiration of a lovely woman,” he interjects scrubbing himself quickly, eager to lose the stench of death from his skin. She must be dreaming because he’s smiling. Faintly, but still, his lips are tilted up just enough to make it present.

“Thank you,” she breathes, finally finding strength to step closer to the edge. Placing down the tray, she makes way to leave but his voice stills her once more.

“Perhaps, if you are not too busy, you wouldn’t mind assisting me to eat?”

Heart slamming against her ribcage, the maiden turns, eyes wide. “You…you wish me to stay?”

“Well, I can’t very well partake of the food with hands wet by essence filled water and dirtied by cleaning,” he chides. His tone may still be teasing, but the look in his eyes dares her to deny his wishes. This, she knows, is not part of her job, but she’s unsure if she could properly refuse. More so, she realizes, she doesn’t want to. Perhaps his aura is not just of a fighter against flesh and blood, perhaps he’s…possibly…seducing her? Does she dare to hope that someone so perfectly built, so handsome he’s almost beautiful would want her? He did call her lovely just a moment ago and-

“You have a habit of getting lost in your own mind, don’t you?” he asks, leaning against crossed arms on the edge of the pool. The oils have done their job, clumping the muck to the surface where the drains around the edges suck it down, leaving the pool gleaming once more, all evidence of his endeavors for the day washed away.

His proximity startles her, making her lose her footing. With a squeal, she trips over the long edge of her chiton, toppling backwards into the water sending waves rippling to the pools edges. As she rises, gasping for breath, it’s Iwaizumi’s turn to lose his.

The sheerness of her drenched gown leaves little to the imagination, the material clinging to pert nipples, breasts fully encased by the material clinging to her. He thought her pretty before, a nice face with good features, her hair, now ruined, formerly styled in a popular fashion for the day. But somehow, vulnerable, he thinks her ravishing.

Mortified for her blunder, the maid struggles to stand, apologies pouring from her lips. Strong hands upon her shoulders still the words on her tongue, her eyes locking with Iwaizumi’s. Oh gods, he’s naked! He’s naked and touching her while she is nearly the same thanks to the flimsiness of her attire. Her hands clutch his biceps, fingers kneading unconsciously against the taut muscles found beneath her pads and she gulps.

Iwaizumi knows what he wants, knows what he can take, but he waits, his gaze boring into hers. In what feels like forever and a moment at the same time, she leans ever so slightly into his hold and he takes it as his opening. One hand shoots behind her head, drawing her into a deep kiss. She moans against the feel of his tongue dancing with hers, sending fire raging through his body to his cock, firming him fully in an instant. He wastes no time, effortlessly tearing her garment and flinging it away.

Her mouth falls open in a cry as his lips descend to her neck, hands roaming from her waist to cup her breasts, thumbs tracing slow circles against her nipples. She gasps, hips bucking up though the movement is slower thanks to the water. Iwaizumi slides his hands around to her back, kneading her flesh as hers do the same to his arms, the feel of his strong shoulders making her knees weak.

“You…your arms,” she pants, “your arms are, so…amazing.”

He grins against her skin, nipping her shoulder. “Thank you, maiden,” he whispers against her ear. “Would you like these arms to bring you pleasure?”

“If it pleases, my lord, then yes,” she returns.

“Oh, it pleases me,” he growls, his hips thrusting forward to graze the tip of his cock against her now aching core, “it will please me greatly to have you, maiden.” He kisses the nape of her neck, trailing down to her shoulders, tasting flesh as he goes. She still smells faintly of stale ale and sweat but the scent somehow appeals to him. Fingers digging into her flesh, he appreciates the wealth of mass he finds; he likes something to hold on to.

The feel of his body pressed to hers is heavenly, but as her conscious mind descends briefly, she wonders at his want of her. She’s nothing special, a mere maid in a bar, too plain for the likes of someone so ethereal. When she expresses these thoughts to him he laughs.

“Perfection is overrated, trust me I’ve had it, I want you,” he affirms, mouth sealing over her breast and she arches fully into his embrace. “Do you wish to know, who it is you’re giving yourself to?” he asks, mouth sucking the soft flesh of her belly from where he’s propped her on the edge of the pool, his body pressed between her legs.

She nods, eyes widening as he reveals his true nature. His body glows, casting the candles into shadow, the gleam of his skin almost blinding. As the light fades, his eyes meet hers once more. “Do you know who I am?” he asks.

“Mars,” she whispers.

“Very good, but here you need call me Iwaizumi, or rather, Hajime” he praises, then resumes suckling her thighs, teeth creating deep crevice marks in her skin. She hisses, a mixed sound of pleasure and pain as he marks her thoroughly, taking his time, consuming her. His tongue against the mounds of her center has her squealing, body leaned against her elbows as she watches him enjoy her. Iwaizumi rolls his tongue languidly over her, drinking the nectar of her fruit and humming his approval of her taste. “You rival Venus in your flavor, maiden.”

“Do…do not speak…such lies,” she begs.

“I do not lie, I have no need of it,” he asserts, tugging her back into the water roughly. He flips her, pressing her chest against the stone wall, his cock sliding between the apex of her legs. “I’m going to take you now, as I see fit. Are you prepared…mortal?”

“Yes, Hajime.”

He slides in slowly, taking his time initially to allow her to gain opportunity to get use to his girth. Teeth almost biting through her lip, she takes him, allows him to taint her purity. Fullly seated, he holds her close, his tenderness surprising especially given who he is. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks one last time.

“Yes, please, please-“ her further begging is cut off with one hard thrust, the water rippling in response to Iwaizumi’s movements. Her fingers clasp the edge of the pool, voice raising in volume as he slams into her. His strength overpowers the normal resistance of the water, it’s slapping resounding in her ears as much as the roaring of her blood. Her blood feels like fire, throat raw from the efforts of breathing in the sweltering atmosphere and still he surges on, hips colliding with her ass.

“Hajime! Oh gods, I…Hajime!”

He doesn’t respond save to touch her clit with rough calloused fingers, rubbing firmly to send a wealth of sensation shooting through her nerves. Her head tosses back, catching against the firmness of his shoulder and he latches his lips to her neck once again, driving her higher while sating his own need.

Waves roll around them and she splutters as water cascades down her throat unexpectedly. Iwaizumi removes himself, swiftly jumping out of the pool with her in his arms to place upon her on hands and knees before sheathing himself once more. The smack of wet skin against wet skin echoes off the stone coupling with the still sloshing water till it’s all she can hear. She doesn’t even know how loud she’s screaming his name, the pleasure he’s imparting too good to care about decency.

How did she get so lucky? What did she do to earn the opportunity to literally be kissed by a god? To have her pleasure sought as much as he seeks his own? She marvels that the god of war could be so thorough a lover, so focused, so attentive to his partner, even when that partner is a mere mortal. She didn’t think it possible to fall in love in the midst of carnality and knows somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind it is foolish to even impart one step upon that road.

But as Iwaizumi slams into her, his grunts of praise penetrating to her consciousness, she doesn’t care. She’ll dedicate her life to him.

“Oh, oh gods, oh gods!” she shrieks clenching as release finally appears, sending her rolling down a hill, her mind spinning.

“Fuck,” Iwaizumi hisses, driving harder, smacking her ass, raking his nails on her skin. He’s marking her, tainting her, staining her as his. His own capitulation erupts deep in her body, sending a white, hot heat streaming into the very center of herself.

Unable to hold herself up, she collapses to the ground, the stone cool in comparison to the burn of her skin. In little time at all, she falls unconscious, unware of her surroundings any longer.

Months pass and Iwaizumi has of course returned to his own realm. She sighs while placing an offering at his alter. Some days, that night feels like a dream but she knows it was true.

It’s late evening again, the setting ironic in its similarity though this time instead of the tavern, Iwaizumi stands before the door of her home. He knocks and when she opens the door, his eyes are soft and warm as he takes in the look of surprise on her face. But as his trail downward, it’s his turn to be surprised.

He, the god of war, who’s felled enemies numbering in the tens of thousands, is brought to his knees by the sight of the woman he loves with her belly swelled by the seed of his offspring.

This was so good (as usual)!!! Also, make sure to get some well-deserved rest, hun! 😀

~Admin Kay

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