The Dominant One (Doflamingo X Taller! Male! Reader + NSFW)

The dominant one (Doflamingo X Taller! Male! Reader + NSFW)

A/N : headcanon of @trashytoastboi (thank you for your work if you see this scenario). This scenario could also be adapted to a neutral gender Reader

Warning : graphic violence, death, dirty talk (sort of),

It was a victory again. You raised your weapon to the sky. As if you were threatening the gods themselves. The shining blade was dripping with blood. A wicked yet proud smile, your eyes flashing of rage. It seemed a beast stole your features, and no humanity was any longer present in your body. Only reigned in you the devil himself. You lowered your gaze towards your enemy, your foot applying pressure all over his ribcage, choking him. The crowds around you were roaring without pity, demanding that you end your opponent's life. The guy was already severely injured, you would provide him a service by doing so.

It was sad. The gladiator wasn't a true enemy. And he wasn't an ally either. He fell facing a real monster, beloved by a demon. Was there anything else to say? The excess of time he achieved to get for himself was making the ordeal tougher, but his bravery remained admirable. You lifted your foot from the man's body, getting him to loudly cough due to the blood in his mouth he spat.

"Look at me" you ordered with a low voice.

The guy raised his head, staring more carefully at your soul than just your eyes.

"Riku is the rightful king of Dressrosa. This charade of yours will end soon." your opponent prophesied with a gentle tone and a smile crossing his dry and bloody lips.

"I'd like to see that" you ended up before sinking your blade in the man's heart.

During a short second, you could have sworn you noticed a glitter of hope shining like a star in your enemy's eyes before the dreadful void of death froze his body for eternity. Then, you left his body fall backwards with your blade still crossing your victim's body. In reaction, the crowds went completely mad of happiness over the man's death. Even though it was all finished, you leant and reached out the man's face. A lot of people thought at the moment that you were going to take your opponent's head by separating it from his body and offering it to your king.

Although, you just closed the man's eyes, turning dead silent people, which were watching carefully each of your moves.

"In this arena, all men are on the same level. Only being brave or a coward matters."you state, severely glaring at the audience.

You grasp the pommel of your sword then retire it from the dead body lying in front of you. The disgusting sound of shredded human meat was only heard. Eventually, with a frank gesture to the side, the blood flew to the sandy ground below your feet then you sheathed your blade without any more words. You raise your gaze towards Doflamingo who was enjoying fully the show.

"I victory of today, I dedicate to my king" you state powerfully to the people around you adding a graceful bow to your declaration.

This final sentence drove the crowds to madness again. Rumors of you being the most faithful, strongest, more devoted of any soldier or servant in the kingdom to the current king were being spread between all the latter's subjects.

With a satisfied smile, Doflamingo stood up and, with a smile and a move of his feathery coat, he raised his arms then made a small reverence in front of all the people gathered that day in the Coliseum. The reciprocate screams echoed a long time between the walls of the majestic building. It meant the end of the show until next time.

Behind you the harrow was now down. You spared a quick glance to the dead body of the man you have just killed in the arena lying on a stretcher, a sheet covering his cold body. You sighed lankily, and remind the wound left on your right leg. You had to get it treated if you didn't want it to be worse. During a time which seemed endless, you managed to arrive at your private quarters. Not only the small trip to your chambers was long because of some people who seemed to crave to meet you, but it was also due to the absolute mess reigning in the palace after servants got their mind in a right way after the collective madness which is taking over all the subjects of the kingdom present is the Coliseum.

The familiar scent of a bubbly bath relaxed you instantly. However, the adrenaline rushing within your veins hadn't come back to normal after the fight. The mix within your skin made you almost collapse on the ground. You managed to hold still since the real hardship didn't show its face. You moved forward within your quarters to find Doflamingo lying on your bed, his arms crossed behind his head, waiting patiently. You spontaneously knew what it was about. Without being able to help yourself, a small grin stretches your features and you laugh lightly. Warned of your presence, Doflamingo got up and walked towards you, apparently satisfied.

He was smaller than you, barely reaching your chest. You always thought that it was adorable, even though the man was for some people a monster. "Everything that is small is cute" they say... Doflamingo had probably no idea of the image he wore in your eyes, or maybe not a full or a clear one. The dichotomy between your point of view and the world's may dwell in this mere gap of height. In the mean time, Doflamingo made his way towards you then stared at you from below.

"What are you waiting for?" Doflamingo asked, half threateningly.

"His Lordship demands a kiss I see..."you uttered with a certain appreciation, clearly intending to mess up a little with your king. "Come and get it"

Your disdainful provocation worked perfectly. Yet, only Doflamingo's brows furrowed, he didn't even move. You could say he was highly tempted to use his strings. But, the small restraint he was applying over himself was room for more taunt. Hence, you leant towards him, as if you were going to kiss him on the lips. Although, you drifted away and left a peck on the man's forehead.

If being dumbfounded had a face, Doflamingo would probably be the perfect archetype. The small flame he was feeling due to this kiss in his guts was being swallowed by the audacity you have just demonstrated to him. His face turned to stone within less than a second. You DARED ignore one of his direct orders ?! You couldn't help but snicker behind Doflamingo's back. Killing a man got you sassy apparently.

"Later for all the romantic thing your Highness, I have some tasks that need my attention" you utter, hiding badly this little joy of yours.

"Y/N" Doflamingo called coldly, without a trace of kindness in his voice.

"I know I know. You want to get to the nasty right away while I'm still in a wild beast mode, poisoned by adrenaline. Trust me, I do want the same, my Lord. However, my wounds won't get treated by themselves. This divine skin of yours cannot be tainted with the blood of a sinner, right? "

Doflamingo was reaching the end of his patience. How did you dare acting smug with your king? This insolent smile of yours, he will make you erase it from your features. He would be going to tear you apart, fucking you senseless to get your submission out of your mouth by the most delightful torture. You would beg for deliverance, moaning and screaming your pleasure. You would be his plaything, your sturdy body forced to endure your master's relentlessness.

Yet, this delicious idea had to wait a little. You were getting your body rid of the pieces of metal you were wearing as an armor in the arena. Even though, most of your skin was exposed. Some servants would clean all of it later, some would stay to help you wash your body under Doflamingo's scrutinizing glare. The dummy was almost falling due to the weight of your equipment. Naked, your back facing the eyes of your beloved king, you moved until a seat where some medicines were spread next to.

A woman disinfected the wound on your leg. She was madly flustered, trying to act quickly and properly. You leant towards her and took her face in the palm of your hand, a smile on your face.

"Take your time my dear. No demon will run after you." You playfully state before sitting more comfortably in your seat and sparing a glance at Doflamingo.

The latter was angry. His grin disapeared as soon as he saw you with this damn smile of yours. But you didn't belong to him, therefore he had no right to claim you as his. You may be a gladiator, a one night stand who remained, a powerful warrior, but these were the mere bond you shared.

The woman properly applied a bandage on your leg before getting to heal the small cuts on your chest.

"I ask you to clean and change all of this as frequently as possible and..." The nurse said before turning as red as a tomato.

"Yes dear ? I'm listening" you said, trying to foster her to talk to you with all of her heart.

"Please... Be careful Y/N-sama" She whispered before caressing absentmindedly your jaw, just above a small injury.

You couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"Thank you for your concern my dear. It goes straight to my hear to know that you care about me" You declared with a genuine grateful tone.

"Leave us" Interrupted Doflamingo with a threatening voice.

You turned your gaze towards your king.

"Go" you only ordered to the woman who rushed to the door and left without any more talking.

You got up and decided to stare directly into the man's eyes.

"Something's bothering you my Lord ? " you inquired rhetorically, your steely gaze entrenched within Doflamingo's.

The latter didn't allow you to feel the faintest pleasure of him being hypothetically taken aback while you were staring at him from above. No. Doflamingo is never taken aback by anything.

"I fear you forgot you're my fuckboy, my personal hole, you whore. It's my dick you have to suck" the king spat, a winning smile stretching his features.

"Well let me say this, my Lord. Your personal hole has a lot of dicks that penetrate it. And these are rarely your own" you replied without even a spark of doubt in your lie.

It would be very confident of people to say that you were the one dominated, with such a massive body as the one you had. Within less than a second, a smack echoed in the room. A light pain lingered for a short minute on your jaw.

"Know your place, little bug" your king spat again, his jaws firmly clenched.

"Says the one that is smaller than me" you snapped back with a poorly suppressed snarky laugh.

The red mark of the slap remained for some time on your cheek. Although, leaping like a tiger, you grasped Doflamingo's neck and bend over him, aiming to stare at him with your eyes on the same level.

"Release me." your king ordered coldly.

"Then, why don't you use your strings ?" you asked him half genuinely, trying to figure out why he didn't do so earlier.

This situation was not a rare one. It had happened already more than once actually. Doflamingo has always refused to use his devil fruit power against you. As if it was a personal challenge for him to leash you and he was going to take pride in it. However, you didn't make the task easy at all, always refusing what he wanted, getting only a carnal relationship. Your untameness was ultimaltely annoying and so refreshing. You were the only one who got him in a bottom position.

"Why don't we find out who has the biggest one, my Lord ?" you proposed to your king with no intention of him refusing you.

Your strong hand went to grasp your king's neck. You felt Doflamingo's muscles tensing up, making you smile. You pushed your king towards the bed and climbed over him, getting him prisoner of your legs.

"What do you think you're doing ?" the man spat in his submitted position.

"And you ? What did you think you were going to provoke by slaping and insulting me ?"

A flash or disdain sparked in your eyes when you were staring at Doflamingo from above.

"I don't suck for free, as well as I don't fuck with anyone. I dominate, not the contrary." You uttered before getting up and walking towards the large bathroom.

Eventually, you went in the pool. Your tiredness vanishing as well as the dust and the scarlet red blood tainting your skin. With a relieved sigh, you surrender to the warmth of the water. You bent over backwards, reaching the edge. You heard footsteps coming close to you.

"What do you want?" you inquire, half upset half curious.

You thought this argument was enough for the moment. You were wrong apparently. Doflamingo took a towel not far away from you and left it behind you. The king lied down, staring at you patiently.

"Do you come here to apologize?" you asked him half-heartedly.

The man did nothing but laugh loudly.

"Yeah. It sounded stupid to me too" you state with a monotonous voice.

"You're such a brat. I'll merely concede that" Doflamingo admitted with a half smile.

You reached out to grasp at your king's neck. But carefully this time. You kissed him, experiencing, tasting. Even the scent of Doflamingo's skin was totally endearing. Although, you wouldn't admit it this way. You changed your position, trying to face Doflamingo. He was still lying down on his towel, fully dressed but he was looking for your lips with his own.

Doflamingo was still slow, trying, also tasting just as you were doing. He liked you for your tall body, your strength and almost everything else except that untamed behavior. Then, the kisses got more and more passionate. It was hard to breathe, hard to resist while you were starting to lower your guard. You drew Doflamingo's body closer to the huge pool. His head so close of the edge of the bath. But you were only thinking about kissing those thin divine lips.

You felt your cock getting harder.

"Kissing makes you all hot and flustered like a dog in heat?" Doflamingo whispered while he was snickering.

"Well... That makes two of us, my Lord" you replied on the same tone, drawing the man's attention on his own hard shaft.

"Brat" your king added before going back on your lips.

"That also makes two of us" you add with a smile.

Upset by the slowness of all this, you put your arms on the edge of the pool and climbed up again over your king's body, riding him. You immediately thought about how much more comfortable it was to have this domination over the celestial asshole named Doflamingo. Yet, it was delusional, wrong. None of you had a spark of idea about who was in charge, as well as none of you knew who was going to be submitted. Doflamingo would never agree and you wouldn't either.

"Enjoy the moment while you can, Y/N"

"Shut your mouth for once and suck my tongue as if you were giving me a blow job"

Doflamingo chuckled with irony but didn't respond anything. Your hand was rubbing his abs, lightly, skillfully, just to arouse him a little bit more. Just to make it unbearable. Your king's cock went hard against your thigh. As you notice, you want to say it out loud and mock your divine partner about his sinning behavior. You moved your fingers a little bit lower, trying to caress the stiff shaft you were staring at shamelessly. Doflamingo's breath sped up but he was as if he remained undisturbed and all the attention over him was nothing more than a puppy messing around a sleepy tiger.

Your smirk said it all about the hurt your ego went through at the moment. Your hand's speed increased and the stroke turned out to be more effective on your dirty king. But the tiger didn't remain sleepy for long. He raised his arm and his own fingers tensed up like a puppeteer playing with a doll. You frowned instantly when you felt the strings tightening around your body to the point of almost entering within your skin.

"Get your fucking strings off of me my Lord or I'll be really mad" you warn, your eyes turning black with lust and anger.

"Is it a threat Y/N? Better for your sake that it is not one"

You can't help but chuckle. Doflamingo doesn't even have time to ask you why. You opened your mouth with disdain towards your partner.

"This is why you can't get rid of me. Nor wound me gravely. Because you need me. You need someone who's ready to worship you entirely. Because you need to swell your ego, your self-confidence and your body with praise. And I'm not silly enough to give you fully what you want. And what I give you is more than anything. After all, all the pleasure of hunt is to track your prey, right your Highness? " you declared while your body was laid down by Doflamingo and he got what he thought as his righful place.

"My sluts are rarely this talkative."The king stated before sliding his pants on his thighs.

You watched him with big eyes when he came to bury himself in your unprepared back hole. Sheathed like a sword in your ass, you couldn't even move out of his grasp. You swore internally when he started to thrust like crazy in you. Even with your height and your physical strength it hurt badly to feel the king's cock tearing you apart.

"Fuck you Doflamingo!" you utter while your breath was cut by light cry of pain.

"Doffy" the man corrected while he was stealing from now on moans of pleasure from you.

"The hell with it, asshole!"

"And yet yours is the one being pounded"

You closed your eyes long ago. Doflamingo have been using his strings for several hours, thrusting inside of you. It was like a punishment to endure every moans that echoed in the bathroom and then, in the sheets. The king's hot erected cock came and went inside of you. The strings were maintaining you under the man's painful attention.

"Consider it as your reward for every of your words" Doflamingo repeated several times in your ear.

Your whole body was covered of scratches due to these strings or various marks. The man used you as a sex doll. Your skin was a long-term reminder of Doflamingo's internal wrath during these hours of fucking. The acute memories of the latter's lips and hands roaming your whole body made you shiver. And then, the hard shaft within you.

Once Doflamingo was done with you, he laid down into the mattress and a satisfied grin stretching his features. You wondered if it was the same with everyone else. Though it didn't matter. You were a regular sex partner to Doflamingo and nothing else needed to be said. Your king might appreciate your body and the way you react to his strokes. However, you didn't love him and your body wasn't his, even though Doflamingo wanted to make you state the contrary.

Then, after the hours of brutal sexual relationship, you got up and strode towards your closet and withdrew clothes, scrutinizing them with great attention.

"What are you doing?" inquired your king chilling in your messed up bed.

"Mind your business, my Lord" you replied with an empty tone.

"Did I hurt your ego so much that you are going to fuck someone else to relieve you from this humiliation?" Doflamingo teased half-threateningly

"Come on, don't compare me to you. I have never slaughtered the whole family of someone who had the bad idea to scowl me" you viciously retorted. "Who I meet and who I fuck is none of your business if my memories are right, your Highness. I've applied for being a gladiator, not to be the king's personal slut."

"Let's say that I'm not a king. Would you tell me what are you going to do?" The man assumed.

Although, you both knew that Doflamingo doesn't hypothesize. It was a trap you were willing to outwit.

"Now you're just being ridiculous. If you weren't my king, I'd say my vocabulary would tend to make a spectacular decrease in terms of quality."

"Y/N, you should answer this question if you don't want to be crucifixed for treason" your king threatened.

"I'd like to see you try to punish the fuckboy who gives you this incredible feeling of domination" you chuckled while spitting this mugging challenging sentences to Doflamingo whose smile disappeared.

"I want an answer Y/N. I'll have it"

"Mind your business." you ended here without any more words.

You were dressed in an elegant suit, you staring into your reflection. You felt some satisfaction lingering in your heart. The mere image of your king lying in your bed was the sole blur here. You turned your back and then wak towards the door.

"Diamante will have to fight tomorrow. See you soon, your Highness"

"Y/N" the man called but you were already gone and the door was already closed.

Miss Allsunday was waiting for you in the restaurant, a file left next to her. An artificial smile remained on her features.

"It has been a long time miss Alsunday since I've seen you. How have you been?" you greeted kindly.

"Assisting Sir Crocodile is not an easy task to attend to. But I'm not here to complain. Here is the contract" Robin replied.

"Contract? I'd like to ask what kind of contract but we both know what is it about. But even though I like intimate relashionship, I am a fighter first" you stated calmly, staring at the lady right in the eyes.

"I understand. And you will be considered this way, I can guarantee it. As long as you stay by Sir Crocodile's side."

"Well... If you agree to allow me to think about more thoroughly..."you inquired rhetorically.

"Of course. I look forward to receive your answer Y/N."

"I thank you Miss Allsunday" you ended while reaching out the file handed towards you. "Now let's eat, I'm hungry and slightly upset"

You took it and grinned slightly. The dinner was nice and Robin was a fine company for it. You appreciated the woman but you didn't sleep with her. Crocodile was offering you to stay by his side. You had to fight for him and your price would be his. Eventually, you accepted to leave Doflamingo for Crocodile. It sounded like a melodramatic love story of a man shared between two others fighting over the latter. But you would be paid the price you want with a very easy contract and you could also get Crocodile himself as a reward sometimes, because yeah he had a sort of soft spot on you. And, since you slept with each other several times, and spent a tremendous amount of time together, you could say you felt better with the latter than Doflamingo.

The attached contract Robin left you was agreeable at almost every points. And you weren't even forced to stay emotionally involved with Crocodile, to the contrary in Doflamingo's case since he always tried to enslave you to him. No. Crocodile was only adamant on you fighting for him, the way he wanted it to be done and the reward he would give you. You sent back the answer to the contract, announcing a positive response. Nearly two weeks after and the first of your numerous victories by his side, you were sharing a glass of alcohol and a delighful night of pleasure with Crocodile.

Far from Alabasta, Doflamingo was going crazy. He beheaded a dozen of what he would call 'useless servants'. Diamante returned in the Coliseum and had to fight while a new high-leveled gladiator would be either hired or trained to fill the space left by your sudden and silent departure.

A Politician Dies And Has To Spend Just ONE Day In Hell

A politician dies and ends up standing in front of the pearly gates. Saint Peter looks at him for a second, flicks through his book, and finds his name.

“So, you’re a politician…”

“Well, yes, is that a problem?”

“Oh no, no problem. But we’ve recently adopted a new system for people in your line of work, and unfortunately you will have to spend a day in Hell. After that however, you’re free to choose where you want to spend eternity!”

“Wait, I have to spend a day in Hell?!” says the politician. “Those are the rules,” replies St Peter, clicks his fingers, and WOOMPH, the guy disappears. He awakes, curled up with his hands over his eyes, knowing he’s in Hell. Cautiously, he listens for the screams, sniffs the air for brimstone, and finds… Nothing. Just the smell of, is that fabric softener? And cut grass, this can’t be right?

“Open your eyes!” says a voice. “C'mon, wakey wakey, we’ve only got 24 hours!” Nervously, he uncovers his eyes, looks around, and sees he’s in a hotel room. A nice one too. Wait, this is a penthouse suite… And there’s a smiling man in a suit, holding a martini. “Who are you??” The politician asks.

“Well, I’m Satan!” says the man, handing him the drink and helping him to his feet. “Welcome to Hell!”

“Wait, this is Hell? But… Where’s all the pain and suffering?” he asks.

Satan throws him a wink. “Oh, we’ve been a bit misrepresented over the years, it’s a long story. Anyway, this is your room! The minibar is of course free, as is the room service, there’s extra towels next to the hot-tub, and if you need anything, just call reception. But enough of this! It’s a beautiful day, and if you’d care to look outside…”

Slightly stunned by the opulent surroundings, the man wanders over to the floor-to-ceiling windows through which the sun is glowing, looks far down, and sees a group of people cheering and waving at him from a golf course.

“It’s one of 5 pro-level courses on site, and there’s another 6 just a few minutes drive out past the beach and harbour!” says Satan, answering his unasked question.

So they head down in the lift, walk out through the glittering lobby where everyone waves and welcomes the man, as Satan signs autographs and cheerily talks shop with the laughing staff. And as he walks out, he sees the group on the golf course are made up of every one of his old friends, people he’s admired for years but never met or worked with, and people whose work he’s admired but died long before his career started. And out of the middle of this group walks his wife, with a massive smile and the body she had when she was 20, who throws her arms around him and plants a delicate kiss on his cheek. Everyone cheers and applauds, and as they slap him on the back and trade jokes, his worst enemy arrives, as a 2 foot tall goblin-esque caddy. He spends the day in the bright sunshine on the course, having the time of his life laughing at jokes and carrying important discussions, putting the world to rights with his friends while holding his delighted wife next to him as she gazes lovingly at him.

Later, they return to the hotel for dinner and have an enormous meal, perfectly cooked. As everyone is falling about laughing and flinging bread sticks at each other, his wife whispers in his ear… And they return to their penthouse suite, and spend the rest of the night making love like they did on their honeymoon. After hours of passion, the man falls deep into the 100% Egyptian cotton pillows, and falls into a deep and happy sleep… and is woken up by St Peter.

“So, that was Hell. Wasn’t what you were expecting, I bet?” “No sir!” says the man. “So then,” says St Peter. “You can make your choice. It’s Hell, which you saw, or Heaven, which has choral singing, talking to God, white robes, and so on.”

“Well… I know this sounds strange, but on balance, I think I’d prefer Hell,” says the politician. “Not a problem, we totally understand! Enjoy!” says St Peter, and clicks his fingers again.

The man wakes up in total darkness, the stench of ammonia filling the air and distant screams the only noise. As he adjusts, he can see the only light is from belches of flame far away, illuminating the ragged remains of people being tortured or burning in a sulphurous ocean. A sudden bolt of lightning reveals Satan next to him, wearing the same suit as before and grinning, holding a soldering iron in one hand and a coil of razor-wire in the other. “What’s this??” He cries. “Where’s the hotel?? Where’s my wife??? Where’s the minibar, the golf-courses, the pool, the restaurant, the free drinks and the sunshine???”

“Ah”, says Satan. “You see, yesterday, we were campaigning. But today, you voted.”

Alone in the dark (Shindo Ainosuke X Male Reader)

Summary : When Ainosuke seeks for relief in unknown arms and finds you.

TW : NSFW. Mentions of alcohol. Drunk sex... (and still my awful English, sorry)

A/N: Even after all this time, the poison this character inspires and inoculates is still hard to handle. I love him.

A shadow. He was only and he is only the poor pale specter of his past. Far and alone from the path to go home and the fire of relief Tadashi was able to lit in him. The latter or anyone who could make him a better man than he was right now. He needed so much right now. Forget was such a beautiful word and an unreachable goal. He wanted to be drunk, to allow alcohol soothe his aching body. His needs changed of nature, turned into something else. Gut-wrenching passion was making itself echoing through his skull, his mind. Everywhere.

The urging pressure of desire was unsatisfied. His roaming, bold hands were climbing along your leg. The blue-haired man was probably unaware of the whore-like appearance he got. Not a detail you seemed to care about either. He wanted you so much. The stab of hunger was penetrating further in his insides, taking his breath away as well as the last shreds of wisdom he possessed.

"Please..." Adam begged unconsciously in a whisper.

A veil was covering his senses. The world was silent around that man, yet so busy by people in that bar, stuffed of strippers and explicit musics, among the calls of human dirt, screams in the distance where he could not locate. A bliss in that disgusting universe. Adam felt himself climb on someone's lap, thrusting like a dog to get some pleasure. Some seconds, a song he was able to recognize, money and a few words after, he felt dragged in an elevator. There, Ainosuke didn't bother anymore to act like a civilized man. The coldness of the wall was maintaining him while he got undressed for you. A sort of regain of control shook him but your hands were already caressing his skin.

Finally. He would get what he craved for. Love. Passion. Desire. The feeling went unsufferably strong and he begged again for more. Longing was strangling Ainosuke, your lips on his were lightly, patiently, intimately bringing him to the verge of insanity. Your kisses, slow, sweet, unbearable made him consider for a second the idea to stop this fall into despair and nonsense. Yet, he found it so hard to avoid, so naturally bearable like his humanity. Chaos, shame, sin fitted him like his suit when he goes to S.

"Please. I... Need more..." Asked Adam.

Suddenly, the soft fabric of sheets fell on his back. Even though it was quite the contrary. Your lips. Your body. Your presence. Your pressure. He needed it hundred times stronger.

"Look at me." You ordered, vour voice sharp as a blade cutting through Adam's skin.

He did so. Crossing your image above him. You were so desirable, so charming. He needed you entirely.

"My name's Y/N."

"Y/N" Ainosuke repeated while his world turned into a hazy landscape.

He was watching his world dance, fall to rise again, shake at the rythm of his eyelids opening or shutting. Sometimes it was mere backflow or a slow stroboscope cutting each of your moves. Ainosuke felt like he was in heaven, caressed, loved passionately while his body and aching for much. As if he was craving for powerfulness in some types of music but even heavy metal wasn't giving him the beat he was looking for. That was fustrating and he didn't know you sufficiently to judge on your performance. Except that his internal microcosm has been intruded by some pain. Even though alcohol numbed everything, the cock pulsing and rubbing new intimate parts of him was driving Adam crazy.

You sensed your that blue-haired man lose his mind, giving all the shallow praise you needed in his screams of pleasure. Yet you knew he wasn't himself fully. Your tight grip over your nameless partner got stronger as time went on. To the point you were leaving marks on his delicate ivory skin. You couldn't help when you saw him get on your lap and thrusting on your thighs to excite your desire. He moaned shamelessly when you grabbed his ass and told him all these dirty words. He didn't bother either when you were nearly tearing up his clothes between your eager hands. And when he cummed for the first time, without realizing it. He was miles away from the moment, in the drunken people's realm.

Besides the blurry and limited world before him, Adam never felt so well since such a long time. He was even considering if he ever felt so alive. Your thrusts inside of him got him drowning lower and lower in his hazy world. When he cummed for the third time, a thunderbolt seemed to wake him up. His muscles tensed up, without warning but he wasn't able to do anything except accepting to open his mouth and lick your dick like the whore he was. His clingy tongue was perfectly fine and your delicious reactions made his heart flutter for no reason.

Maybe was it the thought he was pleasing someone without figurative leash around his neck? Maybe because it was you and his body responded so well to every of your desire? No. It couldn't be this way. He didn't know you. He felt you somehow, he was drinking to liquid pleasure, adrenaline was poisoning him, fear, loneliness, Tadashi's reject... Everything was meaninglessly mixing within his haunted mind. He didn't want to know. His sole purpose was your pleasure. He might behave like a slut but he didn't care. You were here, all alone in this hotel and he want towards you, craving like a dog in heat. He got what he asked, even this creampie all over his face.

- Come here. You ordered simply.

Adam obeyed swiftly, way too much maybe. The blue-haired man sensed you kiss the places where you left those beautiful marks of the pleasure he gave you. You were sometimes sucking, biting, licking and so on. He wanted you. He needed you again to find again this hazy state he was so good within. Ainosuke felt you hot, divine mouth around his cock. Whereas you left a trail of saliva along his shaft, you got lower and lower until you were able to make him comply without discussion to your touch.

Your fingers caressed him nicely though your tongue was making him see the stars and beyond. You made out several times after, Adam was near to faint. His body was still replying to your touch but his moans seemed as if they were muffled. He was reaching the end of his forces, surrendering totally. He cummed another time then just left himself go into sleep's arms. Night was going to be short enough, you would leave him rest in the bed. Yet, you just got on your legs and went to seek out for a towel or something to allow your nameless lover to be clean.

As drunk and out of mind he was, you surely thought he wouldn't complain about some rest. You got him rid of all the cum spread on his cheeks and his face and covered him with the bed's blankets. You considered leaving without a word but it was such a nice experience with that blue-haired man that you didn't want to forget. Yet, your so-called wife and your children wouldn't allow it to happen. You weren't fated to love a man. A businessman like you has no right to do so, it would provoke inevitably an impact on your life and you didn't want this to happen, whatever it would have taken from you.

It's with this mindset that you left the room but the touch of this smooth skin, the confortable haze clouding your best jugement would still linger a little more on you. You had an appointment with a family named Shindo several hours after and getting some rest would be appreciated. It was apparently about some investments for some politics carrier.

this is the funniest thing I’ve read in my LIFE

i hate when other people are funnier than me.

Headcanons Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Stardust Crusaders (+ GN! Reader)

Main plot : you and the Crusaders are on the road to Cairo and you have to rest somewhere for the night. Financial issue or whatever reason you want, you find yourself sharing a room (and a bed) with one of the boys.

Jotaro Kujo

Not really a light sleeper

Not a deep one either

Just... Neutral... I think

Yet very alert about the attack he might go through

He remains very still when it comes to slumber, something that's foreshadowed in his personality the first time you've ever met him. Doesn't take that much of space in the bed either. The dude is muscular but when he is completely lying down he is not that impressive.

Once he is totally lying on the bed, I guess he doesn't move for the rest of the night –another reflect of his stiff personality– or he doesn't move enough to disturb you while you're sleeping

Quite the contrary actually. Watching him letting his guard down even a little is always a sort of silent compliment. He feels good enough around you to let rest take him

Jotaro is someone who's very comfortable to sleep next to. He leaves enough space to breath at least, keeps his distance, a little bit too much for your liking sometimes but it's only detail

Actually, the perception of the distance between both of your shapes in bed is judged according to the relashionship both of you share

If you two are romantically involved with each other, don't be afraid of these strong arms sneaking to you to make you encounter his chest even though, when you would have pointed out this small detail, he may deny everything but surely mumbles an eloquent yet puzzling "Yare Yare"

Of course, you wouldn't mind having a little bit of Jotaro's body warmth, because, yeah, it's always surprisingly nice to be next to him

It's even better than Avdol's presence due to a stand which is literally not living fire.

Let's talk about Stands by the way

Star Platinum would probably ask you a goodnight kiss, or cuddles, or just a normal hug. Goodness... The soundless "ora" the stand breath out like a secret is too much for your tired little heart seeking for rest

You might think at the moment that Star Platinum has his own personality. An embarrassing fact for Jotaro who gets free kisses on the cheeks and hugs–of course it might be slightly different if he has a crush on you or if you two share an established relashionship but you literally met each other's path last week–

Star Platinum might like to interact with your stand depending on the shape it gets, which is obviously a wholesome yet weird scene.

"Yare Yare daze"

A LOT of Yare Yare daze. Even though he will tell anyone it annoying, he may appreciate it nonetheless.

If you respect each other's boundaries, it won't be any issues.

Joseph Joestar

Jotaro's grandfather is quite nice actually. A big bear when it comes to the field of sleeping –even more than he is with you already–

A lot noisier than his grandson that's for sure

Sleeps always deeply and snores. You could have sworn you heard him mutter "oh my god" in his sleep.

If it is only muttered it is quite nice actually. One night, you weren't with him but Avdol said he shouted it at 3 or 4 in the morning making jump the Egyptian and fall from the bed.

You could have killed someone to be a little mouse that night and watch the whole scene

For the roar of your elder as much to see Avdol fall from the bed. The image in your mind seemed priceless

Goodness... You have slept next to Joseph a few times already. He is not as still and stiff as his grandson. Quite the contrary actually. Arriving to the end of the night without having been slapped is rare enough to be highlighted.

While you were walking in a street, you considered the idea of buying straps like they used in insane asylum. Maybe a little bit too harsh but Jotaro understood your action. Making the younger Joestar smile under his hat.

Though, under normal conditions, for lack of better words, Joseph always keeps his distance while he was resting next to you.

Because... Boundaries... you know... He appreciates them as time goes on. Or maybe it's aging that makes him this way. Older people likes to have their little comfort, sharing but with privacy. A whole mood.

He is way more cautious with his than he was when he was younger. At least a little bit more. But when he sleeps, Joseph doesn't control everything.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Both Joestar are a thing.

Polnareff is another

You appreciated to sleep next to the French man. Even though he had no idea about boundaries. (Joseph's style for emphasis) OH MY GOD

Considering the kind of relashionship and the way you both are close, it might differ somehow but not that much

I guess Polnareff isn't the kind of guy to leave you only one minute alone

He's always talking, or more likely babbling his nonsense cut with French words. Which is fine to you but it seems you don't always get what this damn Polnareff would mean

'Mon Dieu Y/N ! I have something to tell you! You won't believe it'

Okay... Why not? But please Polnareff could you tell your story slower and try to organize it? Nobody understands a damn word. "Tu passes du coq à l'âne" as the French idiom says.

And definitely you encountered a week ago, so why the rush? Do you think our dear Y/N is going to vanish with the next rain?

I guess Polnareff is quite a deep sleeper. Sleeping beauty... you know how it is...

He moves a LOT. Turning and returning on his back, belly, shoulders. A whole mood when it comes to rest. A little bit like Sid in the first episode of Ice Age when the sloth tries to find a comfortable way to rest, less theatrical though... Or not.

Of course, it happens when he doesn't slide his arms along your hips, keeping you prisoner of his soft but tight and almost authoritative grip.

Not that you're uncomfortable but... Boundaries...

You understood very well that the road to Cairo would be quite the hardship to overcome. Maybe he needed some relief. J. Gail has raped and killed his sister, he might feel down sometimes.

I guess you just leave him hug you from behind, as weird as it sounds and thanks to the night's natural mystic power to enhance or soothe emotions.

Even though Polnareff is taken within rest's arms, I guess he is the kind to mutter while his eyes and closed and his hair down. You would think he was kind of the man to make big speeches yet he was more the type to say chivalrous pick up lines, may be flirting with his dream person literally, or just mumbling about toilets or food which probably be more realistic. His dreams are definitely a weird place, more than most as you can observe.

Kakyoin Noriaki

Rather complicated to imagine how it would be to share a room with the cherry boy. I think we'll have to take a bigger and general frame to distinct how it would happen while you share a room with Kakyoin

As always, it is mostly about what your relashionship is about. A crush? Real love? Friendship? It has been barely a week that you're with the boys but you feel as if you've been with them your whole life, as if nothing happened before and mostly thanks to Kakyoin's presence

I guess he is quite the guy to try to make you feel comfortable around all the other Crusaders and being a part of them as well.

He is very sweet, welcoming and tries to tell you everything you could have missed since the start of their journey, first, how they ended together to chase Dio. First, the illness striking Jotaro's mother so as to not make an undelicate remark in the future for instance.

Kakyoin loves to talk to someone able to listen to him as much as he would be able to listen to someone.

He would also like to hear you talk about your country and customs or places where you have been. He firmly believes that you can see the heart of a person and their interests through the places they went for any reason.

These little talks would surely take place in the room you share.

Kakyoin likes to share stories too. It doesn't have to be serious ones but you could come to share what made you laugh, dream or anything else in any situation.

Kakyoin has a lot of boundaries. Might blush a little when it comes to privacy. Because, yes, it is a question that doesn't come first with the other boys and cherry boy is really concerned about it. He is the one that cares the most about respect with Avdol.

As for sharing a night in the same bed, he is quite normal I guess. Although, if your relashionship goes a little further, his unconscious being might be slightly clingy if you are close to each other.

Also, if you have a TV in your room, he will leave you choose what you want to watch. Something that could end into a battle with any other guy of the team.

Kakyoin might be the most accepting among the boys as long he can relax a little bit between the steps of your journey to Cairo, which is not so obvious with anyone else in your little team.

Muhammad Avdol

WAY TOO WARM !!

If you don't like being cold Avdol is your man. Though, is you don't endure well heat, you'll probably curse him every second of a night spent next to him.

His body irradiates already of some warmth, if Magician Red comes in the room, prepare yourself to go in a sauna.

This being said, Avdol is quite nice actually.

Likes silence and long talks. If he's not in the mood, he might read a book while enjoying this short break. He'd like to know your taste in these by the way. It's even nicer if you can share about a story you both read or if you are able to recommend him something.

All this little talks takes place in the room you share. Even in the bed sometimes when it's 1 or 2 in the morning because nights are difficult due to the eternal pressure of time and the threats ahead lying in the shadows along your trip.

Avdol is also quite the stiff man when he sleeps so don't worry too much about boundaries. He's also very polite and respect you pretty much as a person with privacy.

Actually, the Egyptian mostly shares a room with Joseph so as to have a plan in case and anticipate potential next hardships. So you don't share a room that much. Ten times at most along the trip to his homeland.

Avdol is also a quiet man and very cautious. He's also learning to apprehend you and to trust you. And behind the shut doors of your room, you are yourself in your most human way.

His little hobby is trying to predict your future but as any people of his kind, he doesn't make it direct enough to be clearly understandable.

And yourself, whether or not do you believe in his talents, you ask him sometimes to see what's going to happen according to cards or palm lines. It relieves you or not but at least you keep you ready to what your going to face in the future. Even though it remains awful or not.