Look at this man and tell me you don’t want to fuck him till he tears up and babbles. Tell me you don’t wanna finger him till he cums and then keep going till he’s shaking. It’s a call for tops of all orientations. His bottom aura is too strong. No one is safe.
I’m going to make this a fic because I need to prove to myelf that I am not completely losing my ability to write because omg it feels like it. I hope you enjoy – Mod Alucard
The blonde let out a polite laugh, tying back his long hair as his gruff friend followed him to his kitchen. It was the middle of the day so the man didn’t bother turning on the lights. He left his home to the dim earthly glow of natural sunlight, pouring through his windows. He looked through his fridge, his friend taking the liberty of leaning against the sleak island counter. “So, How’d the Bachlorette party go?” “Trevor,” He started, “Please never ask me to dance for your wife ever again.” “Oh come on Adrian,” Trevor said with a smirk, “I didn’t want to send her a stripper that may have gotten a little too handsy-” “You know Sypha can’t handle her alcohol-” “She said she had fun.” Trevor said happily. “She also said that you took one of her friends to her guest room.” Adrian smiled, thinking about you. He let out an airy laugh, slightly embarrassed that Trevor heard the news. “..Yes. Y/N.” “So you got her name-” “I got a little bit more.” “Oh-” “We didn’t fuck, don’t sound so excited.” He quickly scolded, pulling orange juice out of his fridge and slamming it closed with his foot as he made the way to the counter. “However… we do have a date in a few hours.” “Oh.” trevor said against, smiling widely and trying to catch his friends eye. Adrian continued to avoid it, turning and rummaging through his cabinets for a glass. Once he found one he continued to basically ignore Trevor and pour himself some juice. “So.. You like her?” “I do… I like her a lot.” “What are you doing for your date?” “Just coffee, a walk through the park-” “That’s it?” “Trevor, It’s our first date.” He said, putting a hand over his face and speaking in a frustrated sigh. “Do you want me to spread rose petals down the hall? Wait naked on her bed?” “…..You could try-” “Shut the hell up,” Adrian said with a laugh, going to put his juice back. As he did, Trevor snuck a sip from his orange juice and then put the glass down quickly. Adrian returned, leaning on the counter with him. “look, this is not about sex. think of how you felt when you first met Sypha.” “First off,” Trevor said, putting a finger up. “We fucked on our first date-” “Sweet Christ, why is she marrying you?” Adrian left the counter, deciding instead to just pace around his kitchen. Trevor just snickered, enjoying getting on his friend’s nerves. “I mean, She’s seen your dick-” “Th-That…I was at work-!” “Yeah but I’m just saying. I didn’t whip it out for Sypha the day I met her-” “You know what, Trevor, get out-” “I’m joking!” “OUT OF MY HOUSE, BELMONT!” He was unable to say that convincingly, both of them laughing through their little arguemnt. Trevor still decided to leave, letting Adrian get ready for his date later that day.
You snuggled into your scarf and tapped your fingers onto the little cup of hot chocolate Adrian got for you. He smiled at you, his hands in his pockets as both of you walked sidebyside in the park. The air was crisp but not unforgiving, perfect weather for a walk through the brightly colored park. You had been talking about yourself up until this point: Hobbies, future goals and plans. He was a great listener but you were a little disappointed. You had a soft frown but quickly traded it for a smile as you got an idea. “So, Do you like your job?” You asked suddenly. He faltered a bit, surprised that you asked him that. In truth, he was hoping you wouldn’t bring it up. He saw a fountain ahead on the sidewalk and as you appraoched it he gestured for you both to sit on the edge of it. He couldn’t help but blush, seeing how interested you were. You looked up to him with bright eyes. “W-Well, I …Yes. I love my job.” “It must be demanding.” You said simply. You picked your wording very carefully and Adrian could tell you were dancing around the question you wanted to ask. “A little bit, yes. I enjoy what I do. I chose this.” “What do you mean?” You scoot a little closer to him and he couldn’t help but smile, setting his own coffee down on the side of the fountain. “Well, I have masters degree in political science. I didn’t pick this job because it was all I could get or I had fallen on hard times.. I’m quite well off.. I sincerely enjoy the work.” “That’s fun.” Your answer made him giggled, never hearing anyone take his confession quite that way before. “If I ever did that my parents would kill me.” “I get that question a lot actually.” “Really?” “Mhm,” He hummed, oddly happy. “People always ask if I’m making my parents proud, usually to try and tear me down. It doesn’t work. My Mother is a Doctor. My Father is a Chief of police. Yet, they both still support that I do what I want with my life.” “That’s beauitful.” You said sweetly. He reached for his coffee, accidently knocking it over. He gasped, turning around to see it had rolled into the fountain, the deep brown bleeding into the pristine water. He let out a frustrated sigh. You took the lid off your hot chocolate, tossing the contents into the fountain. He let out an undignified snort and turned to you. “Pft, what was that for?” “Solidarity.” You said simply. He couldn’t help it, he had to laugh at you. He mussed up your hair, picking his cup up out of the water and getting up to throw it in a nearby trash can. You walked with him, tossing yours in as well. With your hand free he decided to take it, guiding you to continue your walk through the park.
“You’re absolutely precious.” Adrian admitted, cupping both of your hands in his as he stood outside your apartment door. “I would love to do this again sometime..” “Well, I’m free again on Saturday but I have a feeling you’ll be at work. Saturday seems like it would be a busy day for you.” “I actually don’t have plans.” He lied, making a mental note to cancel a couple of appointments for the weekend. “Dinner? Saturday at 8?” “It’s a date.” You said happily. His face had an unmistakable glow but there was a hint of concern hidden in it. Damn, he really wanted to go in for a kiss..but you were so precious. You were a far cry from the woman he met the night of the bachlorette party. That night you left hickies and your phone number on his chest but now he feels like going in for a kiss would be invasive. He takes in a deep breath, rubbing your hand with his thumb. Luckily, you just got in your tip toes and booped his nose with a little kiss. You had never seen him so embarrassed and you wished him a goodnight and disappeared into your home. He stood there for a couple minutes, grinning like an idiot with his fingers lightly tracing his nose. “..She is nothing like any woman I have ever met before…”
A/N : NSFW. Like BIG time. So if this isn’t your thing or you’re in public, etc, skip, lol. Read ahead at your own risk, cause’ I’m not holding shit back. Remember that Michael ate a fresh human heart, then Marie’s, probably more, so I’m pretty sure he’d be into this kinda thing too.
Loves when you get moody, because he knows what’s coming.
He can smell you more strongly. To him you’re more ripe, sweet. That tangy copper is enriching and juicy to him.
Keeps track but doesn’t really have to, as he can practically taste your scent on the air.
Knows when you begin ovulating.
Is turned on by the story of how your female species was given menstrual cycles. Biting into a forbidden fruit against your God’s wishes. It’s more rewarding to him.
Has all of your favorite things prepared for you when you start. Chocolate, salty snacks, movies, some of his clothing you like to wear, everything and anything you like.
Knows how undeniably horny you get and he submits himself over to you for whenever and wherever you’d like to take him, or him to take you.
Will go out of his way to get what you want and need. He even offers to let you smack him a few times or curse him out. It gets him hard.
Likes to sometimes keep you active as the flow spills out heavier and he gets off on it.
Likes to take you into the bath and get you off with the shower nozzle. If the water turns red then that’s a big bonus.
His favorite thing is drinking your curse from you. He loves being between your legs, his face smeared in your blood. He wants it all over him. You’re so warm and succulent. He could just eat you up and so he does.
Your breasts are sensitive, sore, as is your body. He loves making you feel better, lavishing your nipples with soft attention.
He loves giving massages.
When you’re cramping he loves to fuck you, feel your blood coat him with each thrust. It’s like you’re cumming all over him each time he moves into you. And when there’s cum and blood all over him, you, the sheets when he pulls out? He’s ready to go again moments later.
He loves messy sex, fucking you in all positions. Even going slow.
He catches you off guard if you’re emotional, sliding his fingers into you until you’re crying out. He sucks them clean, eyes rolling back.
He’s not afraid to help you take out your tampon, or insert one. Though you’re more shy about this and rarely let him do this.
Begs for you to ride his face on your heavy flow days.
Every time you’re cramping all you have to do is tell him and he will take care of you.
He ALWAYS holds you after.
Loves talking dirty to you about your period.
Holds you in front of the mirror with him, the shower running for you both, his fingers dipping between your legs, speckles of red on them when they return. He tells you never to be ashamed of this natural part of yourself. That it gets him going like nothing else, that it’s part of what makes you a woman. You watch him suck his fingers clean and get lost in him holding onto your tender breasts as he tells you he loves your curves and the swollen parts of you. Even when you feel bloated and disgusting, a mess.
Draws you a bath and washes you gently, holding you until you sleep after. His fingers combing through your hair, brushing it.
Says that it’s the most human and natural part of you that he respects and admires. He will service you.
You both engage in rituals during this time. They’re more intense.
Author’s Note: This story is based off the theory that Dabi is apart of the Todoroki family.
There is a softening sickness to his voice. It’s too gruff, too sore, too sad, too tired, too terrible to be his. His feet shift against the floor in the way you know he hates and that should really be the first warning sign but it isn’t. You hear his stifled whines and groans, you already know.
You’ve never seen Dabi cry before. It’s always smirks and quirks of eyebrows which is all he really is. It’s always him. But now it’s not and it really shouldn’t hurt you as much as it does but you know him better than you know yourself. You really should just leave, close up and run away but there is a deep seeded sadness in his weeps as you hear his voice crack.
He probably doesn’t even know your awake. He is walking between the corridors of the base but he is there all the same. It’s not your problem. It was never your problem and while he trusts you more than he cares to admit he would never show you his tears. His weak side is his and your villains for christ sake. You are supposed to be cruel and terrible and devilish but hearing him cry brings back the feelings you had left behind. It’s not your problem.
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