Spot The Difference (hard Mode)

Spot the difference (hard mode)

I can take the three of them and not precisely on a fight

Virgin!Reader who is shy and closed off about the idea of their first time. Who is hesitant when first getting with Ghost.

Virgin!Reader who gets in bed with their collosal boyfriend and is immediately a blushing mess when he touches them.

Virgin!Reader who has almost zero stamina and can cum on Ghost's fingers easily as he pumps his thick, calloused fingers deep inside. Purring sweet pet names in their ear and making them feel so good. Whimpering from the sensitivity.

Virgin!Reader who drools over Ghost's cock despite it's large size. Whimpering and asking if it'll hurt and if it'll fit as he lubes his cock.

"Only a little bit sweetheart. It'll feel really good after, I promise." He whispers against your ear, feeling so fucking hard from the idea of corruption you into his sweet little whore.

Virgin!Reader who clenches on Ghost's cock, mewling and letting out the sluttiest, unfiltered noises as Ghost starts to move, loving the feeling of just his cock sliding slowly in and out of you.

Ghost who is slow and gentle with you at first, peppering you in kisses and making you feel loved and adored, but the lewd sounds of your hole absolutely begging for more of him makes him feral.

Getting rough with you, fucking you hard, rubbing and stroking you, making you feel so fucking good. Hand clasped in your hair, calling you his sweet girl/boy. "There it is, fuck, you're so tight around me angel," he will curse, teeth grit against your shoulder or watching your back arch.

Virgin!Reader who absolutely eats it up. Cumming on his cock until their hips jolt and they have salty sweet tears rolling down their cheeks. Puffy lips and sore vocal chords from everything he's done to you.

Ghost who can feel the damp sheets under him from you absolutely leaking from the way he's treating you.

How you try to dirty talk back but your words are slurred and you can't make out a thought with his thick cock stretching you out ruthlessly.

Virgin!Reader whose told not to cum but can't stop from jerking, hips uneasy and organ abused and oversensitive from the amount of orgasms.

Virgin!Reader who passes out when Ghost gets really going, the pleasure too much for them before they find themselves back awake and being pumped full of seed.

Ghost who couldn't help himself, filling his baby to the brim with his nut, tainting your insides as his and only his. Claiming you, ruining you into his perfect partner.

Ghost who gives you the sweetest aftercare. Full of kisses, soft words of praise, caressing and holding you. Chances are he'll keep his cock buried in your warmth for a while longer, or maybe he'll pull out and watch his cum drip from your writhing entrance. If he does he'll be instantly hard and ready for more.

Seeing your fucked out look and how much rest you need just from one round of him playing rough up with your body.

Knowing that he's left you unable to ever seek pleasure from another man because your first experience was with him and he has never left anyone unsatisfied.

Knowing he's tainted you into someone who now thinks of his cock two times a day and whimpers when he has to leave for long times at work, knowing you'll miss his cock.

And that's how he likes it. Knowing you'll be missing him, wanting him and no one else. He's made you hungry, he's corrupted you and he couldn't be more proud.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖: 𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬 + 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sebastian michaelis x afab!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!sebastian, knife play, cutting, blood drinking, object penetration, vaginal sex, petnames “little one, pet”

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.7k+

“𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐘, 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍” sebastian hums. you shiver as he slides the cold metal up and down your bare stomach. you should have been more scared but mixed with whatever fear you might feel is a strong sense of arousal.

as sebastian looms over you, crimson eyes taking in your naked form, you can’t stop your legs from clenching together. sebastian tuts before separating your thighs with his glove covered hands. “you need to keep them open, pet. otherwise i won’t be able to touch you where you obviously need care most” sebastian says as he runs the blade along the top part of your limbs.

your lips part to apologize to him for the mistake. before you can you interrupt yourself by crying out in pain. without giving you a verbal warning the sharp tip cuts your soft flesh. it isn’t too deep or too long of a slice but it’s enough to have blood trickle out from the wound.

“aw did that hurt?” sebastian rhetorically asks, with no sense of remorse in his expression. if anything he seems delighted to have earned such a reaction from you. “come now, we both know you like me leaving scars on you. no sense in hiding it” sebastian snickers before leaning down to clean up the mess.

as a butler he could never allow your blood to stain the sheets underneath you. so he performs his duty by riding up your thigh. in doing so he licks up the scarlet liquid. the metallic taste leaves the man groaning for more.

“you’re just so delicious. i could eat you up” sebastian says as he lifts his head from between your thighs. “but i suppose that can wait. it seems like you require attention here”.

next thing you know his fingers are sliding down your folds. it has you gasping. the touch is light enough to not cause too much pleasure but at the same time it leaves you craving more. “how about i give you a choice. you can have my fingers or the handle of my knife”.

your eyes go wide at the ultimatum. neither was what you truly wanted. you desired sebastian’s cock above all but you knew all too well he would budge on this. so you had to weigh your options. he was very skilled with his fingers indeed but the handle of the knife had more length and girth to it…

“t-the knife” you stutter out after you’ve decided. sebastian appears a little shocked that you chose something so bold but pleased nonetheless.

“the knife, hmm? i’ll tell you what. well if you cum nice and hard on my blade then i’ll give you what you really need”.

you know he’s referring to his cock of course and how could you ever turn down such an offer? you agree to the bargain and sebastian doesn’t wait a second in aiming the handle of his deadly kitchen utensil at your entrance.

the smirk on sebastian’s face grows wider as he pushes the hilt inside. the sob you let out is pure music to his ears. he wants to hear more of it but still, in an unusual act of mercy, allows your cunt to adjust to the unfamiliar object.

once he perceives that you’re good and ready, sebastian starts dragging the knife’s handle against your gummy walls. sebastian can’t help but lick his lips as your pussy talks back to him. with wet noises bouncing off the walls, sebastian using his free hand to rub your clit.

“tell me how it feels,” he encourages, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from your mouth. like the good little thing you are, you give sebastian exactly what he wants.

“feels so good” you whimper. “think i’m gonna cum”.

“then what are you waiting for, pet? i’m giving you permission. make a mess for me”.

with his permission your eyes shut. one flick against your clit is enough to push you over the edge. you’re making a mess on the blade. sebastian fucks you with the knife’s handle through your high before finally retracting it.

“so obedient” sebastian praises, setting the item aside. “now you can have your prize. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊, 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄?”.

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an agreement

day 14 of a very zosan centric kinktober - sugar daddy

Zoro is a world class swordman who accumlated a lot of wealth from competitions, sponserships and media appearences. Zoro and Sanji, a waiter with not a lot of money, have an agreement. If Zoro buys him suits, Sanji has to go out for dinner with him...among other things.

Being a worlds class swordsman was something that Zoro didn’t exact to happen. Although he had wanted to be the best, the infamy that came with it was something that he had never been all that fussed about. The competitions, the sponsorships and guest appearance on various shows, events and podcasts was not something that Zoro had all that interest in. Fame and success came secondary to the skills he had developed as a swordsman. 

However, he had become quite wealthy due to a lot of these things. The nautural thing had been to keep up with the best swords and training equipment but he still earned enough to be quite comfortable. He was single as he had no time for dating and had no children to speak of, but he did have something although it was a little...not what others would have expected. 

He didn’t spend his money on much. He had a fairly humble home (the only thing that said he was wealthy was the world class gym that he had bought himself) but other than that, Zoro didn’t believe in lavish spendings on big houses, cars, designer clothes or even buying a good aftershave (as many women on the internet spaces have meme’d about him being a 3 in one body care man) 

No. He didn’t spend his money on things. He did however spend his money on someone. 

It wasn’t actually all that interesting how he had met Sanji. Sanji didn’t travel in the same circles that he did. Sanji was in cooking school. He was a waiter in a restaurant; one that Zoro had been to many times. It was a high end restaurant; the Baratie and Zoro had no idea that Sanji was practically the son of the owner. 

It was hard to know how it happened. But the important part was perhaps after a few dozen visits to the restaurant, Zoro had sort of backed Sanji in a corner into going on a date with him. At first, Sanji was adamantly refusing that he doesn’t like men. It didn’t matter that every time Zoro was there, he would be seen by Sanji and that Sanji made extra sure his meal was nicer than the others. Things would randomly appear on the house and then sometimes he’d catch Sanji staring across the restaurant. So no, Sanji totally hated men.  

Zoro had too much money. He didn’t have anything to spend it on, so he just spent it on Sanji. That’s how this arrangement began. That’s how Zoro became a Sugar Daddy. Suddenly, Sanji forgot that he didn’t like men and appeared more open to the process. Not when he was receiving Valentino suits. How could he say no? Zoro would buy him things, send him money and Sanji went on dates with him and did... other things. 

“Good boy...” 

Zoro was leaning back in the chair as he felt that warm wet mouth engulfs his cock. When the blonde’s head dipped down, Zoro felt like he could have lost his mind right there. He moved his hand from his muscled thighs onto that blonde hair and held Sanji down for a few seconds. He liked watching Sanji trying to take his size as his throat would tighten around his cock. He let go and Sanji pulled back a little, gasping for hair. He didn’t take him out yet.  

Sanji worked hard for his suits. He bobbed his head on Zoro’s cock trying to take as much of him as he could without choking himself out. Which was hard because Zoro was just so big. He was just so thick and so long too. It was impossible not to have some sort of difficulty fitting him in his mouth. 

“That’s it...” 

Zoro breathed heavily the closer he felt to cumming. Watching the pretty blonde taking his cock into his mouth and struggle to fit him in was doing things to him. He did want to spill inside of Sanji’s mouth but...there was something else he was keener on doing... 

“Wait...” 

Sanji looked up for a second before removing his mouth from Zoro’s cock, “What?” 

Zoro sat up a little. He watched the way drool ran down Sanji’s lip thinking it was the hottest thing in the world before tilting his head to the side. 

“Are you...wearing what I asked you to?” 

Sanji’s breath hitched for a second. It wasn’t the only expensive thing Zoro bought for Sanji, but this was more...private, “Of course I am... what kind of question is that?! You made me wear it all dinner” Sanji looked rather flustered, face going red. 

“Well...” Zoro sat up a bit more. Hand reaching for his cock and stroking it lazily, “Show me. Strip for me slowly. I want to see it. I picked it out especially for you,” 

Zoro’s voice was low and demanding which Sanji normally found to be quite grating at times, but he didn’t hate it right now. Getting up and he slowly began to strip off his clothing one by one. What was underneath was what interested Zoro the most. Underneath was a deep red lingerie set. Lacy red on top of pale skin and it was complete with the suspenders. They had just been on a date and Zoro thrilled with the knowledge that Sanji was wearing lingerie just for him. Especially since he knows how embarrassing he finds the whole thing but knows that deep down he loves it.  

But Zoro’s face is unreadable as he bares holes through Sanji who’s standing there beginning to feel insecure but at last, he speaks, “What about the...other thing?” 

Sanji’s face goes a deeper shade of red, “I-I Of course!” 

At least that got a grin out of Zoro who tilted his head to the side, “Turn around and bend over for me. I want to see,” 

It took him a few seconds, but Sanji did eventually turned around and bend over. What Zoro was met with brought delight to his eyes and cock. What he was met with was a red jewelled butt plug. Another thing that Sanji had been wearing at their dinner date. 

“Good boy,” Zoro said after what felt like hours for Sanji who didn’t want to admit that this little inspection was turning him on despite how hard his cock was, “Come here. On my lap,” 

“...Yes Daddy,” 

Sanji went over and found himself on Zoro’s lap, but Zoro wasted no time getting what he wanted. He grabbed Sanji so his legs were at either side of him. He grabbed his ass harshly and pulled the panties to the side. He almost ripped them off of Sanji, but he merely pulled them to the side. His fingers worked to pull the plug out, slowly which brought a gasp out of Sanji. Once that was out of the way, he grabbed his cock and slowly eased Sanji onto it who winced as his hole was stretched tightly around his size. 

“That’s it...take it, slut,” 

Zoro groaned rather harshly but he knew that Sanji loved it, especially with the way he clenched around him. He eased himself it which was made so much easier by Sanji wearing the plug for so long. Once Sanji was at the hilt, he gave a firm slap to the blonde’s behind. 

“You know what to do. Work for your money,” 

In normal conversation, Zoro never brought up that he basically paid Sanji for any of this. Things were casual and he never alluded some sort of power of authority but behind closed doors, it was different because being humiliated with something that Sanji was into...which he guessed by the moan he got when Sanji began to finally move his hips and ride his cock. 

“That’s right...my pretty little porn star,” He slapped Sanji’s ass once more who just whined and continued to work his hips because it cannot be understated how much Sanji works for those suits. Zoro’s hands explored his chest nipping at his nipples. His face dipping into his neck, biting and kissing at the skin underneath wanting to make him as his own. Sanji is his during these times anyway. He leaned back and watched Sanji’s face twist and contort as he bounced on Zoro’s cock. Zoro could have laughed; for someone adamant that he isn’t into men, he sure enjoys having a cock in his ass. 

“Good boy...”  

Zoro could feel himself becoming closer and closer. His hands grabbed at Sanji’s waist and began to help him more. He grabbed him so tight that he probably was going to leave some marks, but he couldn’t care about that. If the blonde was bruised and marked, then even better for him as he can prove that the blonde is his and no one else’s. He wanted him all to himself. He wanted to be the only one who seen him like this. 

“You going to be a good boy and come for me...” Zoro thrust his hips up which got a strangled reaction from Sanji who could hardly hold it together. In a bid to force Sanji to cum, he thrust his hips up some more in order to keep hitting that spot that make him go wild which got the result he wanted. Sanji clenched hard around him and came in those panties which Zoro thought was the hottest thing in the world. So hot that Zoro grabbed Sanji’s waist and made Sanji got down to the hilt before he came in him, thick white fluid coating his walls. Both men were panting and groaning. 

Zoro wrapped his arms around Sanji as they panted together. His hand idly rubbed the blonde’s back and kissed his hair. He had been very good to him. Sanji went to move, and Zoro stopped him, holding him close. 

“Not to fast,” Zoro whispered in his ear, “I still want to have to on your hands and knees over the couch. I can’t let you go without working for your suits...” Sanji couldn’t possibly complain about that.