#Ace's waist looks SNATCHED

[insanityisdivine]

My Favourite Couple

[cowsaresushi-coral]

i think characters look better when they have their clothes on ^doesn't like looking at men without shirts on

[cottonlemonade]

Dating Advice - Inarizaki

Aran excused himself to the bathroom during a break, leaving Kita and his lunch box undefended.

“What did we just hear?”, Atsumu dropped down next to his captain, Osamu and Suna in tow.

“I don’t know?”, Kita replied, confused.

The setter adjusted his seat and suppressed a shiver under the captain’s gaze.

“Ya said ya were havin’ girl troubles?”

“Oh that.”, Kita looked down at his bento, rolling a pickled plum around with his chopsticks, “Yeah kind of.”

“Ya should’ve come to us. We can help!”, Atsumu said with a wide gesture to the other two, trying to sound enthusiastic. It could only help him if Kita owed him some kind of big favor so he’d put his entire expertise into action. Osamu snatched a grape from Aran’s lunch and plopped it into his mouth. Suna scrolled on his phone.

“So what’s the problem?”

With careful consideration, Kita chewed the plum, trying to figure out how to best explain the situation, “There is a girl I like-“, he began and was immediately interrupted.

“Y/n, yes, we know.” They’d caught their quiet teammate openly watching you study in the library many times with expressions ranging from soft adoration to lovesick fool. Kita didn’t exactly know how to be subtle and his usually so collected demeanor faltered if you did something cute like… yawn or bind the school’s jacket around your pudgy waist.

“Well,”, Kita continued, “there is another boy who also seems to be interested in her and he has brought her flowers and letters and chocolates.”

Atsumu gasped, kicking Suna’s and Osamu’s feet so that they’d join in. They did so, half-heartedly.

“Easily fixed.”, Atsumu announced, “Remember that guy that was also into my girlfriend? Remember what I did?”

Suna looked up from his phone, “Cried in the showers, yelling why doesn’t she love me?”

Silence.

Then Atsumu said, “After that.”

“Ate so much ramen that ya blocked our bathroom for three hours?”, Osamu offered dryly.

The blonde ignored his twin and cleared his throat.

“That's right, I didn't give up and fought for her. Is y/n-san worth the fight?”

“Yes.”, Kita replied without hesitation.

Atsumu leaned back on his hands with a self-satisfied smile and shrugged, “Then ya know what to do.”

A little while later, Aran returned, having filled up his water bottle on the way. He was passed by a determined-looking Kita who told him he’d be back in a few minutes.

The ace joined the group of friends sprawled on the floor by the bleachers with a casual “What did I miss?”

When Atsumu announced proudly that he had given their captain extensive dating advice, Aran froze, then muttered “Oh no.”, before scrambling back to his feet and running after his friend.

[sashi-ya]

portgas d. ace x gn! reader tw: none. wc: 250

DOWNPOUR. a drop, and then two more. One pooling on your nose, the other running through your heated cheeks. “It’s raining, Ace!”. “I know, my natural enemy!” he jokes, grabbing your hand. His tight grip feels warm like summer mornings, like the fire of his heart that burns so strong in the middle of his chest. You run through the ups and downs of that hill, on a random island you two decided to explore. The skies have become dark, almost pitch black. Thunder are roaring, and the rain turns more into a violent downpour. Wind tangles upon your hairs, the drops of rain hitting your cheeks; his galaxy cheeks. “We should take cover until it’s over” he suggests, looking back at you with a smile as bright as the sun. His messy dark hair getting wet, all of his belongings as well. You nod; in awe. Ace’s laughter makes your heart skip a beat -or maybe two, or three-. “But first…” Snatching you closer, pulling you from your hand, until your chest collides with his and your lips meet. A kiss that deepens the more the rain falls like a cold blessing from the sky. Drops pool in between your mouths, running down your chins and necks. His arms around your waist. “I once read on those Dadan’s old lady novels that when two lovers kiss under the rain, they stay forever together”. “Ace, you read Dadan’s novels?” “I was bored before Luffy moved in, ok? Now kiss me again!”

[natsuyuki-w]

Not one of the boys

Twisted wonderland cast realizes that (Yuu) is a girl.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 Featuring: Grim - Trey - Adeuce - Tsunotaro, Cater and Riddle

Dumb human

- Hyiiii! It's really coming down! - Appeared the monster out of nowhere. - ARGH! Grim! - I jumped almost stumbling on the dusty sofa. - Gyahahahaha! You've got this stupid look on your face like... Whaaaaaa but you're a girl! - He panicked watching my shirt.

To dust the abandoned building, I had thrown off the ceremonial cape leaving me with a tight black shirt.. - Yes,... I identify as one at least. What about it? - His face gradually relaxed and he put a paw under his chin. - I dunno. I only saw boys, just thought you were one as well. - he shrugged. Thinking back to the faces I met in the mirror chamber, it could've been true. Tho there were many people, hooded furthermore, and there was no way of knowing if somebody was another gender instead.

- Yes I've decided.- piped the grey cat. - Nothing has changed, you're still a weak dumb human. -

- How many colorful titles am I going to get in the close future? -

Chestnuts

- Talking about husband material. - with the basket of chestnuts in hand, I gushed eying all the goodies in the kitchen prepared by the third year. Trey chuckled lightly - If you say so.- strangely enough, the comment hit differently from when his friends teased him about it.

Cater's words came to his mind: "Much like the new Pomefiore kid, (Yuu)Chan is a very cute boy."

- Lah - I clipped back Deuce's hair just like I did with mine. - Now we are ready! - and I struck a power pose. Trey looked at me for a good moment, mind wandering, cheeks reddening. His Heartslabyul companion was getting into his head.

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With that tart involved, I knew it was going to end like this. - (Yuu)!!! Stop it. - slapped my hand Ace - I need them for the cake, do you want me to stay like this forever???- he pointed to the collar on his neck. - You are such a drama-king, there are probably 10 kilos of them. - I pouted - This is just the rightful prize for...Ouch! - he flicked my nose this time. Chestnuts were a weakness of mine and even tho it was a very boring and laborious task, Ace was considering switching and shelling them himself.

He snatched the one I just finished cleaning and dropped it in the pile - Junkie! - he threw a judging gaze. - Yes okay? I admit it. Hi, my name is (Yuu), I'm 18 years old, and it's since last November that I haven't tasted, this delicious fruit of the devil. - I chanted.

- Fruit of the devil? - asked Grim. - Yeah..., where I live, chestnuts have been said to be a gift from God to the people of the mountains, but that has been cursed by the devil, making them difficult to bring and eat.- - Ah-ha! - looked at me weirdly the cat.

- As I, mere mortal, can't look upon this gift... OUCH - a slap, this time on my nape. - Are you going to just punish me or do you intend to make yourself useful for YOUR apology cake? - I bit.

- Kids, calm down. - teased Trey posing his large hands on our heads - but (Yuu) has a point, Ace. - inquired. And scolded by the older student, the angry first year started working alongside me scrutinizing my every move.

---

After finishing the laborious job, I stood to go asking what we needed to do next, but before, I spun fast, aiming for my drug.

Unfortunately, Trey was quicker, and from behind me, he managed to grab the bowl and hold me back with his long arms. When his hand got hold of my waist, I felt him tense briefly, but he recomposed, looking down at me with his ears turning a tinge of red. - No more falling into temptation, okay (Yuu)? - he commented, lingered for just a moment, and then proceeded to give us instructions.

- What was that? - whispered Ace to me. - What? - I asked dumbfounded. - WHA??? You haven'...sigh...WHATever.- and he left

- What? -

---

- Do that thing you do, Trey-kun. - said Cater. The boy arrived just to snatch a couple of photos and enjoy our labor. -..., oh that! What are your favorite things to eat guys? - asked the other third-year. And after he listened and chanted "doodle suit", we all bitted into the slices again. Everyone was surprised and cheery about the unexpected flavor. My mind on the other hand went into a tantrum of emotions, and soon big juicy tears were streaming down my face.

- This is Trey-kun's unique magic. Don't you think it'd work super well on a date with a girl? - commented the boy winking and wrinkling the diamond seed on the cheek.

The rivers running from my eyes wouldn't stop. I quietly turned around hoping to cover it from the others, but Trey, who was right next to me, caught sight of my face - (Yuu)...what happened? Have I messed up yours? - he posed a comforting hand on my back. I shook my head and tried denying my poor state with sobs choking each word. -N-no no! I-*hick* it's perfect. A-and don't *sniff worry-y I'm just a baby. - I felt pathetic.

- You definitely are not doing well tho. - - I-it's just...I think I-I'm feeling homesick 'fro-om the taste. - I admitted in a murmur. Pushing me a little he looked where he could find some tissues, but after seeing that it wasn't getting better, he tried the bold move of hugging me.

Welcoming the comfort, I moved my arms from my face to the back of his shirt mumbling - I'm so sorry. - but too caught by my storm of emotions, I didn't realize the implications of my chest pressed against him.

His body went stiff like a wooden plank once again, but after a heavy gulp, he managed to relax. "Perhaps (Yuu) isn't a cute boy after all." He was going to take the information for himself.

Hook up???

- Excuse my intrusion. - said Deuce who came along to keep an eye on Ace. - Make yourself at home. - I smiled warmly. - the bathroom is here, I'll go up and take the mattress. Ace, do you want to sleep on the couch again? - - My back hurts just thinking about it. - he groaned.

- Let us give you a hand Prefect! - followed Deuce grabbing his companion by the wrist. - Hey, hey I'm coming... geez - he almost fell from the cramped stairs. - Hahaha, thank you. - I waved them up. - I'll seriously start to tie up this weekend. I'm sorry but for now, my guest room is the lounge. - and I invited them to my shared bedroom. - Don't worr...- the raven boy froze in place.

- What's up? - and I followed his eyes. - Ups... - my laundry was still folded on the sheets and, obviously, my bra was on top of the pile. - I can exp...- -I KNOW RIGHT? I never noticed until yesterday! - exclaimed Ace. - Gyahahaha, you should've seen him: "HOW DARE YOU LYING TO ME LIKE THAT, WOMAN?". So lame. - Grim cackled nudging the boy's leg, but no reactions came out of him.

- ACE, GRIM DAMN IT! I was ready with a bunch of excuses! - - Oh yeah, like? - they asked incredulously. - This Gremlin pranked me? I snatched a hook-up? I like wearing women's clothes or I'm a Drag queen?...-

- THOSE EXCUSES ARE EVEN MORE EMBARRASSING THAN THE TRUTH! - Screamed back at me the ginger. I glared very disappointed but before I could insult his bigotry he inquired - And a hookup? How in hell would you find a girl to hook up with? - - Mhpf... - I pouted offended - I AM a pretty boy! Cater's words. I could find a girl easily if only I would.-

- (Yuu)...- Finally Deuce snapped out of his daze and spoke with a quiet voice. - ...you are a girl... - and a little hurt asked - Why didn't you tell us? - I had the impression this was starting to become a talk of routine. - Crowley asked me to keep it a secret, but honestly...Well, is not like I needed to tell anything. Do you present yourself as "Deuce, a man, nice to meet you." - I acted - Till the headmaster warned me I don't recall occasions where my gender got questioned...other than Grim on the first day here. -

He was trying to Think how to take the situation, and that operation was successful just as mixing water with oil. - Look - I posed a hand on his shoulder before his brain started fuming - I wanna be friends with you all, it's not like I act any different either way, it's always me. Just covering more than I would usually. I mean, if it's awkward for you guys, I would be very sad, but I'll...accept it and I'll take my distan...- And he exchanged with a stern hold of my shoulder. - No! You're right! I wanna still be friends with you. And don't worry - he puffed his chest holding his fist on it - I'll be sure your secret will not be spilled further! -

- Awww thank you Deuce, you're such a sweetheart.-  - Mmmm... - he nodded but quickly turned to face the other way - SORRY...can't help it,.... that name hits differently now. - his face was red as a tomato.

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They sat on their mattress while I was on the couch with Grim lying in my lap. - So in order, Grim was the first one, then the headmaster...when? - - After I gave him the crystal of the Dwarf's mine. - and I mimicked dramatically - One moment he was: "I'll grant you the honor of attending our majestic academy. Go and make me proud son." then he saw and he was: "WHAT'S A CHICK DOING IN MY OFFICE?". - The events may be inaccurate...- muttered the gray cat and I shushed him.

- How many others know? - asked Deuce. - You two,... I think?- - I bet, Trey-senpai. - inquired Ace. - Why? - - He was SO all over you. - he smirked. - All over...didn't notice. - delicious chestnuts were the only thing I could recall - And how do you know he doesn't like boys? - - Yeah exactly - supported me Deuce. - Cater said something about his unique magic being great with the girls so I am assuming.- shrugged the ginger. - He has a point! - quickly changed sides his companion.

Intruders

Me and Grim prepared ourselves for another day of investigations into the mysterious incidents. On the path to the school, I sum up my late-night talking with the mysterious stranger.

-...and I saw those green sparks and this big shadow out of the widow. So I opened it and there was this Huge stunning boy with dark horns on his head. So I was like: " Intruder!" and he was like: "A child of man? Though, aren't you the intruder little lady? " - I imitated his tone - Obviously, I was wearing the crop top and not one of the XXL shirts - and Grim cackled.

- So I went out, 'cause I didn't want to wake you and I told him the all I'm here cause blah blah, don't tell anybody etcetera. So I asked him why he strolled around our dorm? And he said he was there cause he likes exploring ruins, and now we ruined his ruin, cause the abandoned building is no longer abandoned.-

- Rude! - - A little...- - So who was he?- - Wait I'm getting there! - We stopped waiting for our favorite duo. - I asked him and he was all weird about it. At first, astonished, and then he laughed and said " I'd rather you remain unaware". - - Suspicious! - whispered Grim. - "It's for your own benefit. Instead, I will permit you to call me by the name of your choosing." - and I got closer to the cat to add drama -" Although you may one day regret it..."-

We looked at each other and grinned mischievously. - Oooh, oooh let me pick it! - exclaimed Grim - Howsabaout...Tsunotaro! - I couldn't help but giggle. - I was thinking "Hornton", but yours works well. Can't wait to see his face when I tell him.-

He then pondered - If Tsunotaro's a student here who knows when we might run into him? If we do, introduce me! I've never seen a human with horns before.- - G'morning, Prefect. - jumped Cater from behind us and threw an arm around my shoulders.

- Cater don't be so touchy - frowned slightly Riddle, and the older student complied disappointed. - But (Yuu)Chan is soft, I like giving hugs to my kohai.- I chuckled embarrassed - Good morning to you Cater, and hello Riddle. How is Trey doing? - - Better, he's slowly but surely recovering thanks to Crewel's potions and nurses' caring. - responded the redhead.

He then looked intensely - Mmh your tie is a little off from the assault. - frowned Riddle - Following the rules starts with your attire. Or else your residents will never listen to you...Although, I guess it's not as bad for you being the only one. - inquired the head of Heartslabyul.

I looked down and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the third year smirking. Before I knew it Riddle had his hands on my clothes, the back of his hand brushing on my chest. I stood still, too stunned to make a move. "Wow (Yuu) is very broad." thought the short boy. - Riddle-San... You are unfair, first telling me not to be touchy with her, and now look at you. -

It took some time for the both of us to register his phrase and still holding onto my tie he twisted his head and stuttered - W-what have you just said? - - *damn it... Ha-ha. Why? Did he say something weird? - I tried to play dumb hoping Cater would doubt his words. Unfortunately, my body was not as much of a good actor, and the boy's green eyes immediately spotted my shade of red. - I said: it's unfair you can be touchy with Her. -

The dorm leader looked back at me and a million thoughts passed through his big eyes, realizing everything at once. Quickly became red from head to toe, then threw himself back in a mess of sorries - I didn't know! Since when?... -

Incredulous, Grim asked - HOW DID YOU KNOW S...*MPHF - I quickly covered his mouth to avoid the entirety of the front yard eavesdropping. - Trey-kun told me! - winked Cater. - And since when Trey knya about it???- exclaimed again the cat. - Since the Mont Blanc tart! He was all over you so I asked and he confessed his suspicions. -

- Ace said the same thing... Dang, I'm in debt with that dummy...- I mumbled recalling his bet. - Was I the only one ignoring this fundamental fact??? - snapped Riddle still full red. - I don't know,...(Yuu)? - the third year quickly threw the fireball at me. - Well, there is Grim, the headmaster, who by the way, was the one saying it would've been troublesome letting this information known. - I explained - Then Ace discovered, Deuce, Trey as it seems, and Cater too, Tsunotaro, and now you! - I listed. - I think...- - Tsuno-Who? - asked the two members of Heartslabyul. - Ah, a new encounter I made yesterday. -

- So you're telling me, someone, you just met, knew it before me???- and the tinge of red on the king of hearts, changed from fluster to anger.

Till reading the manga I thought Cater's name was "Carter" instead.

Not just because it sounded better in my head, but because "Carte" in Italian means "Cards".

[roronoaswifey]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐀𝐂𝐄…

pairing. portgas d. ace x f!reader

warnings/tags. explicit content, alcohol consumption, substance consumption, mentions of past cocaine consumption, sex under the influence, mentions of groupies, dubious snap of reader’s facial, ace has tattoos and a tongue piercing, and reader has nipple and belly piercings.

kazu’s note. i’ve been on guitartok for months now. sorry but i’m definitely projecting here 👁️‍🗨️

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐀𝐂𝐄…

who’s been trying for months to get you to come to at least one of his gigs. he sees you around quite often since you’re good friends with his younger brother, and figures it’s a good enough excuse to get you to see him in his element. but whenever he tries to corner you in the kitchen and shoot you an invitation, you always turn him down with a gentle shove as you make your way around him, claiming rock music simply isn’t your style.

who’s determined to make rock music your style. on days where he isn’t seen performing in front of crowds, he’s back home with his brothers, where he knows you’ll eventually be. with his electric guitar set in place and firm in his grasp, his fingers drum at the strings as the chords flow into a riffing melody. he works and practices really hard into his music, so the thin layer of sweat coating his inked chiseled body is nothing unexpected. though, what does seem to catch him a little off guard is seeing your figure leaning back against his bedroom door, closing the wooden piece behind you, arms crossed over your chest with your cup of coffee resting at your lips. your eyes tell a tale; you’re interested, and he’s all in for it.

who after a series of brutal and long months, finally manages to get you to see him perform. he’s more pumped than usually, his band mates notice, as he pregames with lots of tequila shots. he ignores the looks he gets from his stylist, focusing on the way he’s going to need his wavy hair tied back into a bun if he’s going to end this night with what he’s wanted with you for the longest. he can only smirk, the bitter taste of booze lingering on his tastebuds, setting his body ablaze in major contrast to the cool feel of the ball of steel pierced through his tongue.

who gives it his all the second he shows up on that stage. the adrenaline running mixed with the shots he took earlier has him feeling on edge, calloused fingers expertly drumming at chords as he sings through the mic, his voice roaring into the stadium. through the immense crowd, he spots you in the middle of his younger brother and friends. dressed in a skimpy black outfit, a smirk is pulled onto your lips as you bob your head to the rhythm. it’s a tune you’ve heard him practice before, so surely it stuck to you, but seeing you in person right before him made his blood run a mile a second, and god he wanted to take you backstage and make a mess out of you.

though the performance is over and he’s greeting fans and groupies, he’s now got his wife beater on with some grey sweats. he’s usually thrilled to meet his supporters, but his mind is entirely consummated by you. he wants you wrapping your arms around his neck, snuggling your soft breast into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist as you giggle and congratulate him on his show. he could care less about the groupies that always come to see him, and he’s far less interested in getting their pussies in favour of yours. he even decides to refuse the mini plastic cocaine bag he’s usually quick to snatch, since he had absolutely no business entertaining them, when he only wanted you.

rolling up papers into blunts after his gigs, slightly drained from hours of performing despite the buzz mowing at his brain. he’s finally backstage, bringing the blunt up to his mouth to lick at the paper when you show up amongst your friends, congratulating him for his outstanding performance. he knows this all, though he still thanks their support, but most of all he wants to hear it from you, wants to know what you have to say since this was your very first experience after all.

watches as you walk up to him, breast spilling in your tight top, leaning forward to snatch the rolled up spliff and placing it between your lips. you grab a lighter from your cleavage, spark it up and blow the smoke in his stunned face. “not bad.” you chuckle with low lidded eyes, before placing the blunt back into his parted mouth. your friends are long distracted, busy bothering his other bandmates, but ace couldn’t be bothered enough to care about them. not when he feels the sudden urge to pull you onto his lap, to feel the heat of the warmth of your legs straddling over him, and grab a strong hold onto your ass beneath your taunting miniskirt. the sloppy kiss he receives in consequence to his actions aren’t unexpected.

who feels his pants tightening painfully hard at the sounds you make when his jewelled fingers come to wrap around your throat, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth from the ball of steel in his tongue clashing with the roof of your mouth. he can taste the casamigos in the warm cavern, figured he shouldn’t be too surprised since he himself is quite buzzed, but wishes everyone would fuck the hell off somewhere and let him get what he’s wanted forever.

who puts you in every fucking position. from your sweaty bodies grinding into one another on the couch, to having you pressed up against the wall and pounding into your tight cunt, to have you bent over his vanity and watching from the reflection of the mirror as he pounds into you, teeth nipping at your neck. you fuck like wild animals, the bottle of tequila uncapped by his fangs and poured into your open mouth as you moan at the alcoholic taste. once he’s assured you’ve got a good fill, he’ll poor the rest of the contents on your sinful ass, watching the liquid lubricate your ass cheeks, the recoil from the forced point of contact between both your bodies only amplifying as tequila splashed between you both. the whine you let out when a rough hand comes to slap your slippery ass cheeks is incomparable to any tune he’s ever heard.

who has you pushed up against the wall, legs wrapped around his neck and rested onto his shoulders, as he eats you out like his life depended on it. you tasted so fucking good, more intoxicating than any booze he’s had in his life, and the way your acrylics run deep into his scalp tugging so harshly onto his hair as you moan and whine for more, messing up his bun and watching as the locks fall out of place. his tongue drags up and down your lips, mouth salivating as his spit drools past his lips and past your pussy onto the floor, sloppily getting his worth of fill, grinding his erection into the wall as he awaits on his sweet reward that’s bound to splurt on his face if he nibbles at your clit— “just like that.” spraying him in the face with your essence.

who pulls out his phone with a deep groan and snaps a picture with the flash on of your cum covered face, sat on your knees with his dick tapped against your pink tongue, the wet muscle wrapped all over his tip as you milk him of his worth. the pearly white droplets may have ruined your makeup entirely, but ace isn’t sure he’s seen a prettier sight than this. you, allowing him to finish his load onto your skin, in which he can’t help but stretch an arm and smear his nut on your face with his thumb, to which you so gracefully slip in the digit in your mouth and moan, which definitely hardens his dick back into place.

who’s seated on the couch, blunt pressed at his lips as he watches you bounce up and down his cock, riding and milking him for what he’s worth. he’s already on edge, can barely stand the sight of your pierced nipples bouncing in sync at your hips’ movements, so he distracts himself by bringing his mout around a bud and his large hand cups the other mound. he moans against the jewel, his own tongue piercing clashing against the pretty heart shaped diamond and his silver ring brushing against your other hardened nipple. the blunt now in your mouth, you grind back and forth as you let the ecstasy ripple through your body, smoke filling in your lungs and clouding your mind, your clit bumping against his pelvis when you lean down at a specific angle.

definitely places a drumstick into your mouth, to gag you up as he fucks into you. he doesn’t want to muffle your beautiful sounds, he honestly doesn’t care if the whole audience hears the way you crumble on his dick. he just can’t help the way he feels waves of arousal ripple through his limbs all liquidy hot, when he seems the dazed look in your eyes, jerking up from each intense snap of his hips rutting into you. your knees touch your ears, your anklet chiming right at his own ear, as he presses a kiss into your ankle. in consequence, he decides with a jewelled hand wrapped around your neck, a new angle in his rough thrusts, that he’s going to record your fucking moans one day and put it as adlibs in a track.

who pulls out and watches as his cum trickles down your fucked out pussy, staining his couch white of evidence. with two fingers, he grabs the sticky substance and shoves it back into you, eyes nearly rolling back at the broken cry you let out, body all sensitive from back to back orgasms. still, he has a mind of his own and very selfish desires, and simply cannot let you go after tonight. you’ve given him a teasing taste, and he knows he’ll be back for more.

who reaches to grab your phone and unlocks it with your face id, before punching his own number in it and ringing himself. he needs you to come back after this, he’s not sure how he’s managed to survive without you here with him this entire time, but it’s never too late to try. he wants you seated in vip, supporting him and filming him up on stage as he finally has the heart to sing the songs he’s dedicated for you, and to be able to carry you into his backstage room and fuck you yet again endlessly. yeah, sounds like a dream but as for now, he’s good with resting his head onto your chest and listening to your steady heartbeat as it lulls you both into sleep.

bonus point++ definitely gives you an personally signed autograph of his name in black permanent sharpie right above your pussy and below your pierced navel, marking your gaping cunt as his forever and always.

ignore how i barely talk abt him being a rockstar and i mainly just wanted to write smut for ace <3

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hello 🤗 can I request no6 from the drunk prompts for your event with ace?

Portgas D. Ace x prompt 6 (drunk prompts) - “okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.”

ofc you can, tysm for participating!! hope this is okay :) i love writing for ace eheh - I hope this is okay and that it meets your expectations! enjoy and lmk what you think <333

gender neutral reader | mention of alcohol / drunken behaviour | 808 words.

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A familiar warmth rapidly spread across your cheeks as you chucked down yet another drink, Thatch swiftly preparing one pint after the other. The whole ship echoed with laughter, loud music playing in the background as a bunch of crew members tunelessly sang their usual chants.

"To us!"

The clicking sound of two glasses followed your words as you cheered with Marco. His usual seriousness was now replaced by the boldness only a good drink can give, and for once, Marco was having fun with all of you - drinking more than he could handle, playing stupid games and blurting out embarrassing things he would regret in the morning. After all, you deserved it - you had just escaped a real-life nightmare, obtaining yet another Poneglyph and surviving a clash with one of the four emperors, continuing Whitebeard's legacy and honouring his name. For the first night in weeks, you could finally let your guard down.

When Izou took your hand, letting you get up from your seat just to swing you around and luring you into a dance with him, you couldn't help but laugh, following his movements. His body felt warm against yours, his experienced hands resting on your hips as he swayed you from one direction to another. Regardless of your goofy movements, everyone was cheering on the two of you - everyone but Ace.

The fire fist remained silent, sitting on the bench you were just sharing with him, sipping on his drink and keeping his eyes locked on you. His pupils kept scanning your figure, the way your stumbled during your dance and the places Izou's hands wondered around your body. The slightest sparkle of jealousy started in his heart as he saw the love of his life in the arms of another man - someone he could never compete with. Ace wondered whether the attentions you were giving to his fellow comrade were out of affection, or love, or alcohol. Sure - every time you drank you often grew cuddlier, gifting hugs and snuggling with him and Marco; but this time it was different. This time, your body was pressed against one of the strongest commanders among the Whitebeard's crew, and you seemed to look at him the way you should have looked at Ace.

Ace was brought back to reality when you slammed your hands on the table, a loud laugh escaping your lips as you tried to keep yourself from falling.

"Hi fire boi." you called, poking his nose.

Smiling in response, Ace lightly tapped his hand on the bench, inviting you to take place next to him. Accepting his invitation, you were quick to snuggle against him, your head now resting on his shoulder.

"Had fun?"

Ace asked, his words sounding more bitter than intended. Only nodding in response, you snatched his drink off his hands and took a sip, the stinging taste of rum making you scrunch your nose. Attempting to put the glass down, you clumsily smashed it against the table, knocking down a few other drinks that were now spilling all over and soaking all of your clothes.

“Okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.”

Ace said, taking what was left of the glasses off your hand and helping you get up. You couldn't help but chuckle at the mess you made, worsening your staggering and only making it easier for you to fall. Ace's arm was quick to wrap around your waist, holding you tightly and gently helping you make your way to your room. The path to your bedroom was not without obstacles, and when you finally made it to bed Ace could finally relax again.

"Take this."

Ace said, taking off his shirt. Ironically, earlier that night he had spent hours searching through his wardrobe, trying to find a shirt that would suit him perfectly - he wanted to look nice, and he wanted you to notice. Yet, here he was again - standing shirtless in front of you. A giggle escaped your lips as you appreciated the sight in front of you - regardless of how many times you had seen his abs or lazily traced the freckles on his chest, Ace was still doing it for you. Mumbling a weak thank you, you changed into his clothes.

"Don't need to turn around." you teased, seeing Ace flustered reaction.

The mere act of your fingers reaching the hems of your own shirt made painted Ace's cheeks of a crimson red, quickly turning around to give you some privacy.

"You clearly had enough drinks." Ace remarked.

"Not enough to regret this in the morning."

Getting up from your bed, you walked towards him. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you rested your head against his muscular back.

"Sleep here tonight, mh?" you whispered against his skin, leaving a kiss on his shoulder blade.

[spiritcc]

RATING ALL FROGWARES WATSONS BY LOOKS ONLY

the mystery of the mummy

w-

waist snatched. shoulders broad. lestrade uh *googles* is not him

3/10 *to the side* are you sure this is the right characte-

the case of the silver earring

ough.....

his sadness and internal confusion have captivated me enough to grab my forehead and suppress a sob. you cant lose it before your patient, after all...

even his head looks like he had a lobotomy why is this al-

5/10.... crying...

awakened/lupin/jack the ripper

he is done being a victim but there is just not enough polygons in his body to protect him

the neutral photoshop gray outfit is not helping his case either

6/10 slightly better than before. but cardboard-level excitement

testament of sherlock holmes/crimes and punishments

my lord if it isnt a highly esteemed gentleman right here

determination in his gaze, silver in his brow, a Thought on his face. as beautiful as the day he was born

beautiful warm lighting illuminating my man to new heights

david burke/10

the devils daughter

aH

feels like watching a man relapse. this is the bad ending

his character was genuinely nice and pleasant in the game itself, he was lovely. obviously to compensate for the cards that life has dealt him with everything else

barbershop ass. 2015/10 for the year this fashion had to die in

chapter one/awakened

i am going to hunt you like a lowland gorilla this is getting intervention worthy

he is now literally sick and requires CPS involvement

THE FUCKING TEXTURESSS THE SIN OF 14FPS DRAGON AGE INQUISITION

0/10. holmes only took him in because he resembled his literal imaginary friend named jon whom he killed fight club style. this is real.

this cant continue like this. frogwares' cheese had slipped off they damn sandwich. we need to rescue this

dai gyakuten saiban/the great ace attorney

holy shitttt shittddd holy shitttt holyyyyyyy shidddddd

japanese watson with both cultures preserved OUGHHHHHH

the gray. my god the gray.

OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

100/10 YUJIN MIKOTOBA 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[chaoswithcausation]

Happy Halloween to my Secret Skele-Kon, @wallowaffles !

+ un-Halloweened vers. under the cut and accompanying ficlet, because you said you liked funny stuff but I wasn’t able to translate it super clearly into the drawing. Hope that’s okay! 😅

“You cheater.” Bart hissed. 

For someone who liked to act like he knew everything, Kon thought that Tim seemed to really enjoy pretending not to know what their friend was talking about. Tim raised a brow behind the sunglasses covering his face, but otherwise said nothing. 

Bart clearly got the message though, because he jabbed a finger at the screen in front of them. “You are not that tall.” 

“Yes I am. I’ve been this tall for years,” Tim said, imitating Bart’s tone.

“Liar!” Bart slammed his hands on the desk a la Ace Attorney, which Kon took as a cue to intervene. Cassie seemed to agree, because she hopped over the couch and joined as well. 

Kon slid slightly between Tim and Bart. There was a table between them, but he knew from experience that that wasn’t nearly enough to stop either one. He exchanged an amused look with Cassie, and the corners of her eyes crinkled. 

“Maybe the shoes added some height, Bart,” she said, plopping her head down on top of his. Her own goggles pressed into her chin from where they rested atop his head, but she didn’t seem to mind. 

“Look at the picture, Cassie. He’s gotta be on his tiptoes.” Bart insisted, shoving the picture in question into her face. Kon muffled and snort and Tim huffed in pretend-impatience as Cassie shot the speedster a look, but examined the picture obligingly. 

“Well, I’m not saying you’re wrong,” she began, and Kon snatched Bart’s celebratory fist pump out of the air before he accidentally punched her. “But, I don’t think you have any room to be complaining since you were also on your tiptoes.” 

“Yeah, but that’s different!“ he defended, while Tim began loudly objecting. “I’m the shortest! I’m allowed to cheat!” 

“Oh, this is bullsh-“ 

“Mr. Greatest Junior Detective here is taller, so ipso facto, thusly, and ergo, he should be grateful for the inch and a half he’s got!” 

Tim, who had been moving forward and raising his hands as if to throttle Bart, stopped in place. Cassie doubled over snickering, freeing Bart, who looked extraordinarily smug. 

Kon muffled a wheeze in his fist and tried not to devolve into laughter too at Tim’s perfect impression of what the spinning wheel of death would look like as a facial expression. 

Error 404, reaction.wtf not found, his brain supplied helpfully, and the laughter slipped out, growing in volume as it went. 

Tim didn’t move for a few more seconds, until finally he blinked, scrunched up his entire face in a scowl, and lunged for Bart. 

Bart shrieked with glee and leapt atop Cassie’s shoulders to get away. She yelped, immediately dumping him, and Kon hooked both his arms around Tim’s waist to pull him back. 

“Tim, buddy-“ he tried to reason. 

Tim, clearly not interested in listening, wriggled back and forth in an attempt to escape. “He made a dick joke at my expense while quoting Ice Age, Kon! Ice Age!” 

“In his defense, it was a golden opportunity.” 

Bart blew Kon a kiss. “Thank you.” Then, with a devious grin, he blew Tim one, too. 

Tim went fake-limp in a way that meant doom was impending, so Kon quickly wrapped him in a blanket of TTK. He tossed him over his shoulder and started walking to the door. “Oooookay, cool-down time. We should watch the first episode of Wendy: tis the season!” 

Bart immediately zipped past him to get to the living room first. “No way! Halloween means movies!” 

Cassie flew after him. Kon could hear her slightly muffled voice, just to be contrary, suggest that “Mean Girls has a Halloween scene in it. We could watch that.” Bart, in a fit of holiday-purism, started sputtering protests about how Mean Girls is not a Halloween movie. 

He chuckled, and Tim huffed from his position on Kon’s shoulder. When the super looked, however, there was a smile twisting the corners of his mouth upwards. Tim blew a puff of air in his face. “Can I get down now?” 

Kon smiled innocently. “Dunno. Can you be civil now?” His grin stretched wider, and he raised his voice slightly while Tim lifted an eyebrow. “I mean, you did stand on tiptoes for the picture.” 

Bart’s muffled voice crowed victoriously. 

Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoyed 😊

[toriisasimp]

Sleepy Scientific Method

Egon Spengler x Reader

Prompt: During a rough night of attempted rest, you are the only one awake in the firehouse, getting a midnight snack. But, when Egon realizes you're awake and more tired than you think, he offers some help to try and soothe you back to sleep.

Warnings: None! Just an INSANE amount of fluff, and unspoken feelings!! We love to see it!

A/N: My first published Egon one shot. I have so many sitting in google docs and thought I might as well start putting them out! Egon Spengler is the loml and I love writing fluff with him. ENJOY >:)

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It was nearing the ungodly hours of the morning, and you had been lying awake on your bunk for at least two hours now. You crane your neck to get a glimpse of the alarm clock next to your bed, and it reads 4:07 AM. Christ, you think- running a hand over your face. You sit up slowly, eyes adjusting to the darkness and seeing four lumps right where you left them, along with the sound of a distant ticking clock, the AC pumping, and Venkman’s snoring. You’d adjusted to it and naturally gained the ability to tune it out when you sleep, so you knew it wasn’t that keeping you up. 

Perhaps it was the four cups of coffee and 53 page research paper you typed up for Egon to read over on the cardiovascular effects of paranormal experiences on humans. 

Snapping out of your train of thought, you finally give up and toss the covers aside, snatching your robe and tossing it over your shoulders before trudging out of the bedroom and into the large lounge area, most of the lights shut off. You flick one on, a small kitchen light sitting above the dining table in the middle of the right corner. 

Squinting and yawning, you stand still for a moment and let your eyes adjust to the sudden change of light before shuffling over to the fridge, opening it up and peeking inside. An aching appetite, perhaps that was it. You grabbed the gallon of milk that you prayed wasn’t expired, checked it by taking a whiff and making the assumption that it was fine. 

You then opened the top cabinet, reaching up and just barely grazing the cereal boxes on the top, before knocking one over and catching it right on time. Cinnamon Toast Crunch, your favorite. You and Egon shared a love for it, while Venkman liked Fruit Loops, Ray liked Lucky Charms and Winston was a Cheerios kind of guy. 

You kept stock of all of them.

You then grabbed a bowl and spoon, and opened the box as quietly as possible and tried to inconspicuously pour it into the bowl, only making a slight clinking sound as the cereal hit the inside of the bowl. You put it back, and poured some milk, just as you heard your name being softly called from the bedroom.

Egon stood in the doorway, holding his robe around his waist with one hand as the other slid on his glasses. 

Your eyebrows raised, immediately feeling guilty for waking one of your buddies up with your midnight cravings. 

“Sorry, I’ll uh- I’ll be done in a second.”

“That’s alright.” He successfully gets his glasses on and finishes tying his robe, as he approaches you at the counter. “An early breakfast?”

“Can’t sleep.” You say while pouring some milk into the bowl.

“Have you considered melatonin?” He inquired, tilting his head.

“Doesn’t work on me.” 

“Hmph.” He hums, turning to lean his back against the counter and fold his arms, eyes scanning over the dark horizon of the rest of the floor of the fire house.

You then stir the cereal a bit, then take a bite and chew as you pick up the bowl and resume the same position as him.

“Sorry if I woke you up.”

“You didn’t.” He shook his head slightly. “I already had something on my mind and was basically awake.”

You tilt your head, take another bite of the cereal and chew while you speak. “What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head and looks down at the floor.

“Alright.. I won’t pry. For now.”

He smirks and looks back up straight for a moment, before his eyes move over to your tired figure.

“You look tired.” He notes the prominent bags under your eyes, the lack of color in your skin tone, and the downturned position your face automatically takes, rather than the more alert, expressive one it usually does. 

You shrug and nod. “I am. But I have nothing on you- didn’t you say once, gosh, that you slept for like-“

“Fourteen minutes a day? Yeah, I quit that a couple months back. Ray said it was making me a bit hay-wire.”

“Egon Spengler? Hay-wire? Pshhhhh.” You shake your head and giggle softly, and you look down and see the empty bowl of cereal. You must’ve finished it during the conversation. 

“Very funny.” He says plainly, and you can’t quite tell with the sleep in his voice if it’s genuine or sarcasm.

You snort at his response, turning and rinsing the bowl out in the sink before setting it down into it, and sighing softly as you run your hands over your face.

Egon internally goes over the list of strategies to create sleepiness.

“My Mother always used to tell me when I couldn’t sleep to just lay there with my eyes closed. Turns out she raised an insomniac, because it never worked. I always ended up sleeping throughout the day.”

“Have you considered physical touch?” He asks out of the blue. 

You turn, the next words you were going to say getting caught in your throat. You perk a brow.

“What?” You ask, genuinely confused.

“Physical touch. I’ve looked into it myself, and some sources say receiving physical touch can lead the mind into a relaxed state, and could also lead to sleepiness.” 

You let out a puff of air, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Ray says I give good hugs.” He states, almost like a question- trying to prove himself. 

With that, you look over at him, giving a small wiggle of your eyebrow as a silent ask of approval, and he gives a subtle nod, opening his arms just enough for you to step in front of him and up to him so you’re pressed against him, your head resting perfectly against his chest. Your arms naturally fold against his chest as well, not exactly certain on putting them anywhere else.

There’s a moment where he’s not touching you anywhere else, other than where you are touching him- until you feel his arms gently wrap around your waist, his hands folding at the base of your spine. He lets out an audible breath.

You already feel your eyes start to flutter.

“Do I have to-“

“We can just stand here, if that works for you. I don’t mind silence.” He speaks softer this time, more tender- and it makes your shoulders relax.. you didn’t even notice how tense they were.

“Focus on your breathing,” He begins to quietly guide you. “Lower the tongue from the roof of your mouth. Let your eyes shut and your body relax, I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you.

Your face turns slightly further into his chest, and you inhale, taking in his scent.. it’s hard to place, but it makes you smile.

“This is quite the scientific solution, Doctor Spengler.” You say softly with a giggle, and you can feel his chest rumble beneath you as he laughs as well. 

Without another word spoken, he brings his hand up to the back of your head, resting over the bun your hair was tied up in.

“May I?”

You nod, and he gently tugs on the scrunchie, your hair falling out and resting naturally now. 

The scrunchie disappears out of his grip, and it’s replaced with the alluring sensation of his fingers running through your hair, over your scalp.. making you shiver. Your eyes are completely shut, your breaths slowing.

You’re not sure how long he’s been playing with your hair and holding you upright, but you eventually mumble.

“Egon, I might fall asleep standing up..”

And you hear his gentle response,

“I won’t let that happen.”

Sleep tugs at your eyes, your mind, and your entire body begins to give up it’s weight.

As you brink at fully being unconscious, you feel something else peck at the top of your head for a brief moment, before it slumps to the side, and you lose contact. 

But not soon before you feel your heavy legs get whisked up from under you, making you feel completely weightless. 

There’s some soft footsteps, the pause and reach as it suddenly gets more dark, and then more footsteps before you feel yourself getting eased back into your cozy bed. There’s another pause before your blankets are pulled up to rest under your chin, and another one before you feel the same rough, but gentle fingertips brush some of your hair back, and another peck at the skin of your forehead.

Some unintelligible words mumbled, or maybe they’re just sounds.. 

Before sleep finally pulls you under.

And all you dream about is the undeniable comfort and peace Egon Spengler brings you. 

-

<3

[sugarverse]

𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣!𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.0k

𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴: 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧? 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺-

you absolutely hated running late. but at the same time, you couldn’t get ready any sooner! you had a long day at work the night before and your body had just felt so.. exhausted. so you napped (for what felt like ten hours crumbled into two) before, of course, waking up later than anticipated. you were now staring into your bathroom mirror, make-up scattered across the kitchen sink and counter. “cmon..” you mumble, holding your lash glue cap with your lips so another lid doesn’t fall down the drain. 

megumi, on the hand, had already been dressed and ready to go. it’s not like he needed to give his outfit much thought anyway, a suit and tie was the dress code for the men and he pretty much aced it. his jacket sat on the chair, waiting until it was time to go before putting it on. the event was a surprise dinner for your friend, the one you knew who liked to go all out. she rented out this big building and sent out these invitations a few weeks ago to make sure everyone knew the dress code. megumi knew you always got frazzled when it comes to hanging around around your own friends..

so why did you? he thought. did you want to impress them? who cares what they thought? he sat quietly in the living room as he waited for you to get ready, staring at the cute scribbling on the calendar of upcoming until hearing you groan in the hallway of your shared apartment.

he leaned back on the couch, watching you rush between your bedroom and the bathroom before storming towards the kitchen. “do you know where my uh.. my strawberry lipgloss is? I just had it.” you say in annoyance, giggling as you tired to keep your sanity together. you snatched your purse up before searching the many pockets. before he could even answer, a sing-songy “neeevermind!” left your mouth. you turn to rush back into the bathroom, bumping against megumi’s hand as it saved you from the sharp part of the kitchen counter.

“What are you doing?” he finally asks, stopping at the doorway of the bathroom to see you already perched onto a small part of the sink. you didn’t answer, causing megumi to flatten his lips against each other. “You don’t have to get dressed up for them. They're supposed to like you regardless.” he spoke blatantly, looking down at your pretty lips in the mirror as you covered them in gloss. he wasn't mad at you, just didn't understand it. his pale face dusted bright pink, lowered eyes wandering over your body. why didn't you ever listen to him when it came to how pretty you were?

you turn to him quickly, scoffing and rolling your eyes. “i know that, duh. i just.. i like doing my makeup!-”

“You don't like doing your makeup. You 'like' to do it for others, especially when you go out with them.” he quips, moving to stand behind you. he slides his hands around your waist, laying his head against yours. he stared at you through the mirror for a moment to see you wince at his remark, “you’re beautiful. end of story.”

you let out a nervous laugh, partially with defeat as you turned to kiss him. although you and 'gumi had been together for about two years, he always got red faced when he kissed you. your lips were so soft, they felt like heaven on his own. you wrap your legs around him slyly, kissing him all over his face and neck, leaving sticky kiss prints that glistened in the light. he could feel his eyes roll back when you let your tongue glide against his neck, melting at your soft giggle. he hums against your lips, holding your wrists after a moment so you couldn't be the one to hold him closer to you. he pulled away, looking into your eyes with a loving stare.

“I mean it. you are.. so. beautiful, y/n. Naturally. And I think you're beautiful with makeup. But stop acting like you need it.” he sighs, knowing what he said didn't make much of a difference. you couldn't understand what he saw, and that was okay. he kissed your forehead gently as not to ruin your make-up, loosing his tie as it was getting hot in the small bathroom.

“i love the shape of your eyes, those beautiful lips,” megumi began rubbing your hips, kissing you sloppily. it was a bit unexpected, you assumed he was going to scold you. but he knew it wasn't purposeful, he'd just have to keep trying to show you how beautiful you were.

“your soft skin..” he left open mouthed, desperate kisses along your neck. desperate for you to know how bad he meant it. you moan, letting a pedicured hand tangle itself into his dark hair before tugging slightly. it drew a moan out of him, tugging your hips closer to his as he bit down on your collarbone harshly. you whimpered, tugging a little harder before he pulled away. 

“i..i love you. i'm not embarrassed of you.. and i never want you to think that anyone else matters. because they don't, i dont ever look at anyone else... And others shouldn't look at you. You're my girlfriend.” he speaks slowly, trying to find the best way to explain his feelings as he swayed. 

You stare up at him and smiling softly. “i love you too megs..” your eyes began to water, trying to giggle the tears away as you looked back towards the mirror to finish what you had started. “i won't do my makeup as much, alright?”

megumi let you spin towards the mirror, hands still lingering onto your hips. “just stop doing things you don't like to do.. especially for people who don't look at you like i do.” he mumbled into your neck, kissing it some more. he knew you had gotten some of the message, he wouldn't try to push you any further. if he continued down the path he wanted to, it would end up with him getting scolded for you both being late, your make-up being ruined, the works.

you finish up, walking out of the bathroom with your shadow of a boyfriend so you could finally finish getting ready.

you hated how much he knew you, it made you feel funny. but that's what made you so in love with him. he knew you. you couldn't ask for anyone else. 

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 :( 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘴

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[rainydayandmondays]

Thanksgiving Potluck

Summary: It’s time for the annual Thanksgiving potluck at work. Andy wants to make sure that he brings something special for you. You worked so hard, you deserve it.

Pairing: Andy Barber X Reader, Jake Jensen

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 18+ only. Explicit language, explicit sexual content, male masturbation, slight non-con

Author's Note: This came about after seeing a challenge to write a spicy Thanksgiving story. With the blessing of @georgiapeach30513 to use Andy Barber, this is what I got.

You had been planning the department’s Thanksgiving potluck for weeks. Running around, trying to get everyone to sign up to bring in something, even if it was just silverware and napkins. Andy never participated in these get-togethers. They were some weird kind of team building bullshit that he had never really subscribed to. Why play nice that one day, while all the remaining days everyone was trying to one up each other. Comparing their win-loss ratios like they were some goddamn a-list athletes. The fucking Red Sox, they were not.

But you had started earlier this year, right around Valentine’s day. He remembered your first day, you wore your pink button down shirt the first two buttons undone and your simple gold necklace nestled in the crux of your shirt. Your pencil skirt was knee-length but seemed to hug from your waist to your hips. He imagined his hands could skim down the sides of it as if it was a second skin. Then your sensible flats, all that up top and did you finish with three-inch heels? No, just sensible flats. The red nail polish on your fingers with a small heart decals on each ring finger, let him know that you enjoyed celebrating holidays.

He watched you as you grew into the department, quickly planting roots and befriending each person you met. You were easy to get along with, never really asked for much, but always willing to give. He had spent most of October working with you. You were assisting on the research for his latest case, spending nights in the conference room with law books spread out in front of the two of you and boxes of half-eaten Chinese in each of your laps. You had asked about his story as you took a break from the mind-numbing reading of passage after passage. He had given you the cliff-notes version. The “everything is pretty on the outside” story. Loving wife at home and kid excelling in school. It was easier that way. Even if he could tell you didn’t totally buy it, you let him lie.

You on the other hand, were open. Told him everything. You were a paralegal, barely starting out with dreams of making it to law school one day. A sick mother at home had meant your law school dreams had taken the back burner. Your mom had been part of the last of the baby boomers and their idealized version of marriage. She had taken care of the household, you and your dad. With her bedbound, your dad was completely lost. You took over and everything else had been pushed aside. No sign of any romantic partners or life outside of work and home. But the glint in your eye talking about becoming lawyer, let him know you had more to offer. You had told him how you had aced your LSATS, spent every night up until 4 in the morning studying for them. You were younger then, could handle the late nights. Shit, you are younger now. Just barely hitting your late 20s, if he had to guess.

After those nights spent over cold takeaway dinners and finishing the McDonald v. City of Newton case, he realized that family dinners with little more than polite conversation paled in contrast to those talks and stale fast food. He had tried to get you on his next case, but Neal had snatched you up the moment you were free. He remembered the apologetic look you gave him when he swung by your desk with some briefs to review.

“Sorry Mr. Barber. I’m already working with Mr. Longudice. But you can leave those here and I’ll look at them when I get a chance.” You fidgeted with your pen, twirling it between your fingers. It was your nervous tick, he had noticed it the first night when you had found a passage that completely derailed his current case plan.

He nodded and walked away, noticing Neal looking on from the corner smirking. Fuck him, he wasn’t going to just use you to improve his standing in the department. He watched as the month progressed and Neal worked you into the ground. He found you more and more frequently in the break room, loading up on coffee. You were up to four glasses a day. That couldn’t be good for you. Not if you still had to go home and get your mom ready for bed.

He started to stay later and later, just to make sure someone was still here when you left. Neal took most of his case work home, leaving you with a list of readings to cover and present the next day. He watched as you flipped through pages, making notes in the growing stack of legal pads, and only the small desk lamp providing any light. He told Laurie that he had a big case he was finishing up. It was easier to keep working at his desk, instead of making the trip home, only to end up in his study. It didn’t take much to persuade her. He was pretty sure she preferred having the time to herself, she barely moved when he finally made it home to bed.

One night, he had timed it just right to meet you at the elevators at the end of the night. He walked up behind you, watching as you raised your right foot to scratch at the back of your left calf. Your pencil skirt rippled around your hips as you ran your foot down your leg. The sensible flats, the same ones you had worn that first day skimmed down the back of your left calf and he wondered what it would be like to have you run those sensible flats down his pant leg. He could feel himself twitch in his dress pants. This was a first. Up until this point, he had found you endearing, wanting to help you as much as you helped everyone else. But now, right now, he could imagine grabbing onto your hips, dipping his head into the crook of you neck as he ground against your pert ass. He felt his cock harden that bit more at the image, starting to push against the fly of his dress pants. Using his overcoat from that day’s chilly morning, he covertly covered the front of his slacks.

It wasn’t until the chime announced the elevator’s arrival and you turned around, that he came out of his brief stupor. You smiled and waved him into the waiting lift. That smile did nothing to help him, he shoved his hand into pocket to discreetly adjust himself before walking towards you. Standing next to you, he could smell those last remnants of your perfume. Was it your perfume? It had been a 12 hour work day, maybe that smell was just you. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? You chatted with him, promising that you were going to get to those briefs he left. It would be the first thing you would work on the next day. He listened and tried his best to feign interest, but you then looked up at him as you made your promise to him, and all his brainpower was immediately redirected to willing away his excitement. His hand still in his pocket, it brushed against his tip and he cleared his throat to cover the small groan that wanted to escape.

Reaching the garage, he offered to walk you to your car. You had gestured to the nearly empty lot, but he only uttered, “Better to be safe.”

You only nodded, leading him to your small late 2000s sedan. Reaching the car, you opened the squeaky driver’s door and threw in your workbag and handbag, before easing yourself into the seat. Andy held the door open for you, only to close it once you had settled. Lowering your window, you gave him a smile, thanking him for the escort, “You really didn’t have to do that. You’re a good man, Mr. Barber.”

He leaned down into your window, sighing before bidding you a good night, “You get home safe, sweetheart.”

He hadn’t meant to let the term of endearment slip, but your bashful smile was all it took to let him know he would be using that name again. Watching as you drove off, he made his way to his car. Popping the trunk on the Audi and throwing in the coat and briefcase, he hustled back to front of the car. Giving one more look around the lot, he noticed the security cam pointed at the opposite corner of the garage. Slipping into the driver’s seat, he only took a second to think through his next action. Closing his eyes, he remembered your big eyes looking up at him in the elevator, promising him something and his hand reached down to his pants.

He hadn’t gone down, no matter how he tried to calm himself, his coat had been his only saving grace, hiding away his reaction to you. Wrestling with his belt and button of his pants, he shoved his fly open, grabbing onto himself through his boxer briefs. He had already been steadily growing a nice wet spot on the front side of his briefs. Admittedly, bumping against himself with his hand in his pocket as he walked with you, might have gone a long way to making that spot. A couple of strokes, he reached in and pulled himself out.

Fuck, his hands were still cold from outside. It made his cock jump in his hold and he imagined your little hand taking him. You would apologize to him about your cold hands.

“Sorry Mr. Barber. Let me warm up my hands.”  The imaginary you whispered to him.

“Andy. Call me Andy, sweetheart.” He mumbled into the empty car.

He spit into the palm of his hand, before wrapping it around himself. He could feel you next to him, cuddling as much as possible against him, reaching across the console. Your hand stoking up and down, making sure to twist around the head of his cock. He dribbled onto your fingers and you took your thumb rubbing it along the tip urging more to come out.

“Fuck sweetheart. That feels so good. You’re making me feel so good.” He grunted, his head falling back against the headrest.

He could hear you giggle at that, pressing hard against the vein on the underside of his cock, causing it to throb in your hold.

“Ah shit, sweetheart, squeeze me. I know your hand is so little but try my sweet girl. Come on, try for me.” You would hum at that, reaching between his legs and grabbing onto his sack. Rolling his balls in one hand as you steadily stroked him with the other, giving a squeeze to his cock before a squeeze to his sack.

“What do you need Andy? Whatever you need, I promise I’ll give it to you. Please Andy, tell me what you need.” The imaginary you nipped at his neck, murmuring another promise into his neck.

“Fuck me, sweet girl. Look at me, watch me cum for you. Just for you, sweet girl. Just for you…” He reached for the empty coffee tumbler in his console, placing it under the tip of his cock as he let go. Groaning he pulsed a couple times, continuing to stroke himself until he drained himself fully, because that’s what you would do. You would never do a half ass job.

Sitting back, he looked into the tumbler, seeing a layer of his cum coating the bottom of the cup. He hadn’t cum that hard in a long time. But he supposed a sexless marriage would leave him with a lot of pent-up energy. Remembering Laurie, he grabbed a couple of napkins from the glove compartment, wiping himself before shoving them into the tumbler. After buckling his pants, he started the car, backing out lot and turning onto the freeway for home.

That night had been a couple of weeks ago and he found himself hovering around your desk as much as possible, asking for help finding a text. He would time your coffee breaks and bump into you in the breakroom to make small talk with you. Each time he saw you, he tried to get you to smile. Even on your most stressful days, your shoulders hunch, he would make quick jabs at Neal which would inevitably cause a small giggle to pass your lips. He liked those times, the sound of your laugh would get stored away in his mind, coming out only in the shower as he painted the walls for you.

When you came by with the potluck sign up sheet earlier this week, you mentioned that there were still a few sides left that no one had chosen. Looking at the list, he saw the mashed potatoes listed and quickly jotted his name down beside it. He could probably get Laurie to make it for him. She had been in a better mood recently. Had waited up for him when he worked late. She would welcome him to bed and curl into his side, rubbing circles along his chest. He wasn’t sure what had changed, but if it meant not having to deal with a moody Laurie daily, he would take it.

The day of the potluck, he walked in finding most of the office milling about. It didn’t look like much would be getting done today. With Thanksgiving tomorrow, most had spent the last few days easing into their vacation. He looked at the conference room to see the spread already laid out, you were flitting around making sure everything was set up just right.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” you jumped a little as he came up behind you, placing the dish of mashed potatoes in front of you.

“This will be perfect,” you took the dish moving it next to someone’s version of cornbread stuffing.

Turning around, you smiled at him. He thought about stepping back from you, but instead stood still. Reaching up to his arm, you grabbed his elbow and let out small breath, “I should let everyone know it’s ready.”

Slipping from around him, you walked out to the bull pin area, inviting everyone to come and dig in. He watched as everyone hustled to the conference room as he stepped out of the other door. Making his way towards his desk, he settled down, starting up his computer to check some late correspondence. He needed to spend time with you but not with everyone around. He placed his coffee tumbler on the clay coaster that Jacob had made him back in 4th grade. Sighing, he would wait to talk with you later.

The din in the conference room started to slowly die down and looking at the clock he saw that it was nearly half past 2. Most of the office should be heading out for their holiday and he figured, now would be his best bet. Grabbing his stuff together, he headed back out to find the room mostly empty. He couldn’t possibly have missed you, could he? Staring out to the row of desks, he spotted your workbag and handbag still on your desk. So, you were here, just not in the conference room.

Walking into the breakroom, he saw you at the sink scrapping off food into the trash and rinsing off dishes. Standing in the doorway, he watched this small glimpse into the domestic side of you and fuck, if it didn’t do something for him. Imagining coming home to you in the kitchen, prepping dinner for the two of you. You would still have your work clothes on but only now you would be barefoot. You would relax into him as he came up behind you, arms circling your waist.

He let out a quick breath, shaking himself from his daydream, before setting down his bag on the small table in the room. Coffee tumbler in hand, he approached you, quietly interrupting your dishwashing, “I bet you haven’t even made yourself a plate.”

Looking down, followed by a small bashful smile, you nodded, “There was so much to do.”

Grabbing onto his mashed potatoes, he looked for a spoon before starting to serve a portion onto a plate, “Come on. It’s your potluck too. You should get to enjoy it too. Besides, you got to at least try these mashed potatoes. A lot of effort went into making them. Go on now, sit down.”

Watching you sit down, he turns back to the counter, grabbing the gravy boat beside the sink. Taking the coffee tumbler, he had set down, he carefully removed the lid before emptying the contents into the remaining gravy. He stared as the viscous liquid drizzled out. With the spoon, he quickly mixed the gravy with the new ingredient together before pouring out the mixture on the mashed potatoes.

Turning back towards you, you sat at the table patiently waiting for him as he set the plate in front you. Quickly thanking him, you dug in, spooning a generous amount, gravy and all, onto your utensil and bringing to your mouth.

“Mmm, that’s really good Mr. Barber. Kind of earthy tasting. Are there mushrooms in the gravy?” You looked at him, a small amount of gravy stuck to the side of your mouth.

“Something like that,” he whispered, eyeing that speck of gravy and reaching out to clean it from your lip.

“Oh, I’m a mess,” your cheeks heated as you grabbed a napkin to clean the corner of your mouth.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he replied, taking his thumb with gravy still on it and licking it clean, “Go ahead, finish it all.”

You followed his direction, cleaning your plate, your spoon making a sound as you laid it down. You had eaten it all. Enjoying it, if he were to go by the little happy noises you made as you ate. He knew you would love it.

“Here, let me put this up for you,” he took the plate and spoon back the sink and as he rinsed the plate, he asked over his shoulder, “Did you like it, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Mr. Barber. I promise.”

He gulped, steadying himself against the counter at your promise.

“You know, what, why don’t you take the rest home? There’s still a little bit of mashed potatoes and gravy left,” he asked already reaching for the lid of the Tupperware Laurie had used when packing it this morning.

“I couldn’t do that. You made it, you should take it home,” you answered next to him, and he realized that you must have gotten up from the table.

Locking the lid on the dish, he turned to you, already handing over the remaining potatoes covered in his gravy, “I insist.”

He had made that gravy just for you. After stroking another one out in the front seat of his car in the courthouse parking garage, he had sprayed another load into his tumbler. Looking at the cup again, he swore each session’s load was getting bigger even though this was a daily occurrence at this point. It had ended with a particularly bountiful finish, as he imagined you between his legs. Head bobbing on this cock, tits hanging from your top, before you had spit onto his cock, trapping it between your breasts and finishing him with a hard snuck to just the mushroom head of his cock.

It hit him then what a waste it was to rinse out his tumbler every night when he got home. You would love the taste of him. He knew would. Over the next few days, he collected each load, storing it in his coffee tumbler on the top shelf of his fridge at home. He had a couple of close calls when Laurie asked why he was keeping his coffee cold. He brushed it off, saying it was just water. He was trying to stop drinking so much coffee. Bad for his health. She had just nodded, leaving the tumbler alone.

“Thank you, Mr. Barber,” you nodded taking the dish with a smile.

“You can call me Andy. Promise you will?” He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets, giving himself room in the suddenly tight pants.

“I promise. Thank you, Andy,” smiling up at him, he swore you could feel what he did. He swore you knew exactly what he had given you. Swore that you were happy and willing to take it. His sweet girl would take anything he gave her.

“You almost done, Ace?”

Andy was interrupted from his trance, hearing a male voice enter the room.

“Jake!” You called to the blonde man walking into the room. His shirt was untucked and his tie not quite knotted straight.

“I’m supposed to take you out for a Friendsgiving dinner today, remember?” Jake moved towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Who in the ever-loving fuck is this guy? Andy watched as you hugged Jake around the waist, shaking your head, ready to apologize, “I’m sorry Jake. My day got away from me. Oh, this my kind of boss, Andy. Andy Barber.”

Jake reached out a hand to him to shake while his other still stayed slung along your waist, “Jake. Nice to meet you.”

Andy looked at the hand in front of him, before nodding and giving this fucker a firm handshake. If he squeezed a little harder than he should, well that wasn’t on him.

“Go get your stuff together and then we’ll head out,” Jake whispered down at you, to which you just nodded and flitted out the room.

Stuck with just Jake in the room, Andy leaning back against the sink giving this other guy a once over. He wouldn’t be an issue. No way did this guy have the prowess or charm to lure you away. You were his sweet girl. This fucker wouldn’t change that.

“I’m only going to say this once, leave her alone.”

Andy looked back at Jake, eyebrow raised, before scoffing, “And who are you exactly?”

“I’m guy who knows how to download the feed from the parking garage’s cameras.” Andy swallowed hard as Jake stared him down. He refused to nod, instead crossing his arms and looking down.

“I’m ready Jake!” You came back in, your handbag slung over your shoulder and the mashed potatoes in your arms as Jake took your workbag from you.

“Let’s shake a leg then, Ace,” you giggled at Jake and Andy frowned. When did that giggle change from just being his?

“Bye Andy. I’ll see you next week. Happy Thanksgiving!”

Waving goodbye to the two of you, Andy waited to hear the ding of the elevator before grabbing the tumbler and throwing it across the room. It clanked against the wall before rolling back towards his feet.

Hands on hips, he looked down at the cup. It was okay. Jake couldn’t do anything to him. He had checked to make sure the cameras were never pointed at him. But you, his sweet girl, he needed a new plan. Grabbing the cup from the floor, he rinsed it before setting it next to the empty coffee maker.

It hit Andy then. You did love your coffee. And you always made sure to have cream with it.

@buckybarnesisdaddy, @theinheriteddutchess, @sarahdonald87

[anystalker707]

Misused day

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [trans, mtf] Reader Summary: You think Ace could use his free time doing something better than training. Tags: Worshipping / Light oral fixation / Lingerie / Ace is lovely

Requested by anon ["This is aces first trans girlfriend and he wants to experiment .MTF x Ace Portgas . The pre op MTF is in a lingerie thong and bra and thigh high socks . And she try’s to distract Ace while he is training at the lobby of the ship . She sits on his lap and she dry humps him, grinding her ass and her erection through her panties on Aces lap(...)"]

MASTERLIST

          Ace was using his free time to focus only on training rather than anything else, which made that sense of need quickly take over, as much as you tried to suppress it and give him some time for himself. The ship was practically empty, allowing you to do much more than usual, but still… A sigh escaped your lips as your gaze fell over a specific drawer of your dresser. That could be a good idea.

It was easy to choose the color—bright red, like his powers, resembling his self and power, bold and provocative. The set was all matching and delicate, in soft lace, and thin enough to reveal the outline of your nipples through the bra, of your sex through your panties, and giving the red thigh-highs a tinge of your skin tone. It looked perfect as you observed yourself through the mirror, adjusting the thong straps.

Aside from the soft sound of the waves crashing against the ship's sides and the incoherent voices in the distance, Ace's hitching breath as he trained was the only sound that cut through the silence on the main deck. Thankfully, he was in a discreet area, sitting on a bench as he did single-arm curls with a dumbbell, muttering to himself. No one walked by in the few minutes that you stood there. It seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Ace’s eyes were closed as he leaned back a little, bare chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, glistening with a layer of sweat. He closed his eyes as he threw his head back and brought a hand up to brush away the dark strands of hair that stuck to his forehead, but his calmness was disturbed by the sudden weight on his lap. As he opened his eyes, the confusion gave place to the satisfaction that soon was accompanied by surprise as his hand slowly descended until eventually taking place around your hips.

“…Babe,” Ace muttered as his eyes darted around the deck for a moment before they settled on you again, blushing from his cheeks to his chest as he pulled you closer, protectively. “What are you…” The words escaped Ace’s grasp once you placed your hands on his shoulders and rocked your hips against his slowly, with enough pressure to make him hiss softly.

“Ace,” you mumbled into his ear, loosely wrapping your arms around his shoulders as your hips kept dragging against his. “I need you so badly, Ace,” you groaned. The lace was so thin, barely able to make any barrier between your erection and the rough fabric of his shorts, making your thighs quiver whenever a rough fold ran against your erection the right way.

Every whimper that escaped your lips went straight into Ace’s ear, undeniably having an effect on him, which became clear by the way his hands tightened around your hips, and he groaned, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. Eventually, though, Ace held you firmly in place while he thrust his hips up slowly, managing to snatch pleased sighs from both of you as your hands tightened around his shoulders.

“Ace—”

“Fuck, I can’t with you. You’ll be the death of me,” Ace cut in with a groan as he wrapped his arms around your waist strongly and stood up, making you gasp and wrap your legs around him instinctively as he carried you over to the cabin that you’d just left, kicking the door closed behind himself without much care. Once you were on the bed, he finally had a moment to take a good look at you.

Ace’s irises were reduced to a thin ring around his blown pupils while he drank the sight in front of him with an uncomfortable bulge in his shorts. Whatever he mumbled under his breath was incoherent, barely reasoned by him as his eyes followed along your body, lingering on the curves and details, your perked-up nipples showing through the bra, the thigh highs sinking into your skin, and the bulge in your panties. His tongue poked out and wet his lips before he quickly unbuckled his belt and exhaled, trying to keep himself calm while getting rid of his clothes and shoes.

Firm, rough hands held your thighs and spread them apart before Ace settled himself down between them, eyeing you hungrily. He bit his lip as his hands ran flat along your thighs, caressing and rubbing circles into the slice of skin that wasn’t covered by the thigh-highs, as he leaned in and pressed a couple of kisses to your stomach.

“I wanted to save this for later, but who am I to deny it if you want me now,” Ace said with a soft sigh, smiling as his eyes met yours, and kept going until his lips grazed the valley between your breasts. “Damn it, I really wanted this,” he whispered, tickling your chest.

“Mm, you can train anytime, but you can’t always have me like this,” you mumbled with a soft whine that made Ace’s heart race, and he promptly nodded, muttering about how you were right while his lips kissed wherever they could reach, mainly focusing on your chest. Your skin rose in shivers under Ace’s touches, making pride swell in his chest at the same time arousal swirled in his lower stomach.

Ace’s warm hands trailed up the behind of your thighs until they cupped your ass, squeezing and kneading softly on the skin as he nipped on your collarbone until snatching a soft, pleased sound from your lips. Cold air gave place to Ace’s touches as he reluctantly pulled away despite your protests, instead reaching inside the bedside table for lube. His eyes were on you again, observing you intently, before his fingers rooked around the thin waistband of the thong to slowly pull it down.

The fabric dragged against your skin slowly, making you shiver more while Ace slowly undressed you, finally discarding the thong to the side and returning to his spot between your legs. At times, Ace made a little pause, and you wondered what was going on inside his mind. Was he admiring you? Maybe questioning his choices? Perhaps, he was just giving himself a moment to think about how he would guide things properly. You were his first trans partner, and he wanted no mistakes.

Cold lube poured between your legs, making you gasp and squirm a little as Ace’s grasp firmed on your thigh. His eyes were on your face until you eased down, so he finally started running his fingers along your skin to spread the lube, circling your entrance with it. He seemed pleased with the way your breath hitched just at that, soon starting to push a finger inside you, tentatively, with his free hand on your hip for leverage.

“Is this okay?” Ace whispered as he glanced up at you from behind the messy strands of hair while his finger pushed in deeper, spreading the lube along your walls as they clenched around it.

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding as you kept your eyes on his face despite the embarrassment that burned in your chest whenever your eyes met. There was something so alluring about Ace that kept your focus on him, anticipating the next movements.

One finger soon turned into two, making you hiss and grip the bedsheets with a soft groan, even more so when they curled and scissored inside you, stretching and preparing you properly for him. When your thighs started quivering, however, Ace pulled his hand away with an audible breath. His cock twitched as he poured lube on it this time; the cold liquid contrasted with the hot skin, snatching groans from him that intensified when he wrapped a hand around his cock to spread the lube properly.

Something thick hung in the air along with the arousal as Ace eyed you hungrily, and his hand returned to its spot on your thigh before the other one held the base of his cock gently. It was happening quickly, but you demanded the urgency. “Good to go?”

“Great,” you whispered with a faint nod, arching your back lightly.

Ace’s lips curved into a smile for a moment before he exhaled, instead focusing on pressing his cock against your entrance until it finally started to push in—both of you moaned as your walls accommodated around his cock, slowly, with breaks to adjust around him. Your back arched as you wrapped your arms around Ace’s neck to pull him closer, and his lips quickly met yours, drowning part of the initial discomfort at the new intrusion. It wasn’t like you could keep the kiss going for longer or even kiss properly, but you kept the connection, even if it were just to be moaning into each other’s mouth as his cock pushed in deeper until it was completely inside you.

“Mmph, babe,” Ace mumbled against your lips as his hands moved to your waist, holding you firmly there. His fingers dug into the skin lightly when his hips started moving tentatively. The first thrusts were messy and unpaced, but he soon found a rhythm, even if it was still slow. “Good, babe?” Ace mumbled. His lips pressed to your jaw, going down your neck and allowing his teeth to tug on your skin in gentle bites that increased the arousal running down your spine.

“Yeah,” you managed to say between the moans and heavy breathing, humming softly as you arched your back when his teeth grazed your collarbones. Along with the intense thrusts, Ace’s lips made their way to your chest, kissing and nibbling on every part of exposed skin he could reach, giving it the love and worship it deserved. He mumbled your name against your skin, groaning as he started moving his hips faster, enough for the soft sound of skin against skin to start echoing through the room along with gasps and moans that inevitably came from you.

Your fingers sank into Ace’s shoulders as you arched your back when something he did—whatever it was—made his cock start hitting just the right spots inside you, even more so when you arched your back with a whimper. The thin layer of sweat on Ace’s body made you lose grip, so the next time you reached for him, your nails sank into the skin around his shoulder blades, making Ace gasp as his thrusts faltered at the sudden pain that sent waves of pleasure down his spine.

Ace pulled part of your bra down with his hand, kissing the skin gently until his lips found your nipple. He used his tongue instead, tracing the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue, relishing each of your moans. His tongue ran flat against your nipple before it was taken in his mouth. A string of moans slipped from your lips as you arched your back and pulled Ace closer, holding on to the back of his neck. He gladly took more of your nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking on it as his hands grope your thighs, finger sinking and squeezing the skin as he surely left behind enough marks on your chest.

“Ace,” you moaned in a higher pitch, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Yes, love?” Ace mumbled with a soft groan. His hands still roamed over your body, with that lovely air of adoration and worship towards your skin, taking in and loving every detail of you. He couldn’t get enough of the way you squirmed around him and pulled you closer while your walls milked him so nicely. He closed his eyes, moaning against your skin as he pulled you closer at the same time his thrusts started getting faster.

Ace’s name escaped your lips among moans, each time more incoherent, and your thighs quivered while tightening around him, holding Ace closer. Your fingers tangled with his hair and pulled on the messy strands, compelling his moans to get louder as his movements grew erratic, so you kept doing that, seeking that intense pleasure that brought you closer to your release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ace mumbled with a whine as his thrusts gained more desperation, whimpering and holding onto you tightly. “‘M close, babe, I— Ngh—”

“Yeah, yeah, just a little bit more,” you groaned, nails leaving behind red lines in Ace’s skin as you held him tightly, thighs quivering around him. The warmth in your lower stomach increased, that familiar feeling building up until you came, gasping and arching your back as your orgasm washed over. Your grip around Ace intensified, and it was a matter of seconds before he came as well, whimpering out your name and burying his face in your chest. A groan escaped his lips as he pressed his eyes shut, hands tightening around your thighs as he shot his cum deep inside you, keeping moving until the two of you rode out your highs.

“Damn,” Ace mumbled, still all breathless and flushed, as he pulled himself back a little so that he could look at you properly. There was a hint of pride in his features as he grinned. “Damn, princess,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I’m done yet.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[libby-for-life]

Hey! I saw that you do staticradio and I'm wondering if you would do this request?

so I'm not really a fan of staticmoth, so basically Vox is in semi abusive relationship with Valentino, that he can't seem to get out of, and even though Vox knows that Valentino doesn't really love him, but he's just desperate for some type of affection that he know he can't get for who he actually wants. And after a tiring day with Valentino and Velvette, Vox goes to his office for some peace, but finds a letter from Alastor to meet at his Radio Tower. Their he finds Alastor with a tied up Valentino. And since you know Alastor is known for broadcasting his carnage for all of Hell to hear.... This is Alastor grand jester to Vox to accept him as Alastor's. And we'll it's not like Vox could just say no, lol🤭🤭🫣🫣(he is very much into what he just witnessed)

Possessive Sex, with kinda non-consenual voyeurism, because Alastor is still Broadcasting, which he is aware of, not that Alastor care. He's glad that Hell knows Vox is off the market and all HIS.

Oh, my. I like how you think anon. I am more than happy to do this. Again, I will be respecting Alastor for being Ace.

Vox groaned as he sat up and another piece of his glass face fell to the ground. Valentino was too rough again and the result had his face smashed into a wall. When Vox tried to yell that he can't keep changing his screen because Val decided to have a piss fit, all he heard was, "I liked your older form. At least that form could take a hit instead of some whiney bitch. I have whores who are better-behaved than you."

Vox had flinched and slumped over when Valentino sauntered out of their shared penthouse, hips swaying in what the TV demon supposed was meant to entice demons. It just made Vox glare harder. His boyfriend was probably going to end up having sex with some slut from work and then post about it knowing that Vox would get jealous of it all.

He had once tried explaining that he didn't like to share when he was in a relationship but Valentino had just laughed before saying nobody liked a clingy slut. No apology. Not even a good explanation as to why he insisted that he sleep with every good-looking demon walking his way. No, it was Vox's fault. It was always Vox's fault.

The Media Demon shook his head. No, he could make this work! Maybe he had been a bit too clingy. Nobody liked it when you're partner hung over you and didn't give you space. He picked up a shard of glass from the ground and held it in the palm of his hand. He needed to be better. Give more. Stop demanding more. If he pissd Val off again he might leave just like—

Vox shook his screen. No. He shouldn't dwell on someone who abandoned him. He should focus on keeping the person in his life right now happy. Besides, he was needed downstairs. Velvette needed him to model something and she got angry when he wasn't on time. He got up to change his screen so he wouldn't be late.

"Are you sure this is what it's supposed to look like?" Vox asked, suspicious and uncomfortable with what he was wearing. Why was he in a dress and why were there so many straps on it?! Sure, the dress was nice, a blue and red piece that looked elegant on him and his admittedly snatched waist but he wasn't really one to wear this type of clothing.

"Uh, it looks nice," Vox said when he noticed Velvette glaring at him. She smirked at the compliment and flipped her hair. "Of course it does. I'm not the Fashion Overlord for nothing!" She peered down at the dress with a frown before snapping her fingers. The dress became shorter and the elegant dress became something out of a porno video Val would direct.

"Velvette!" He screamed. He was lucky that no one was here to witness the blush spreading across his face. "What? The only positive things your body has is your waist and ass! I wanted to show it off." Velvette explained. "Now, look in the mirror and tell me what you think."

With a blush that resembled pixels of red and blue, he carefully examined his scantily clad figure. The scrap of fabric barely covered his ass. The dress now had a low-cut v-neck that made Vox blush even harder. He didn't feel comfortable in this. He tried saying as much, but Velvette was quick to interrupt.

"You promised you would bloody help me!" Velvette all but yelled at his face making Vox sigh. This was going to be an exhausting day. He could already tell.

Vox stumbled into his office breathing out a shaky breath. "Godamn it, Val. Why do you do thi-i-is?" He muttered. He could still remember what went down just an hour ago. Apparently, Valentino needed him at his porn studio. It was important. He purred into the phone just the way Vox liked it and he immediately felt weak in the knees.

"Of course. I'll be right there." He dressed himself nicely, making sure to put a lot of effort into his suit and appearance.

He was practically vibrating as he walked into the studio. Vox tried not to look at the production going on as he tried to find his boyfriend. After asking a few demons, he finally got a concrete answer. The moth demon was in his private office. The one where they used for quick romps whenever Valentino felt like having sex with him.

Making sure he looked nice, he knocked before opening the door. What caught his attention made his blood boil. Valentino wanted sex alright. Just not with his boyfriend. He could feel his body overheating as he watched them moan into the mattress. "What the fuck?!" He yelled. Both of them looked at him but Val had the gal to laugh at him.

"Come on, baby." The moth beckoned him closer. "Want to make this a threesome?"

"No! You know I don't like this!" Vox yelled, throwing the nearest lamp into a wall. "Did you just ask me here to mock me?! Make me angry?!"

Val growled, sending the whore he was on top of trembling. "Vox, watch yourself." He said but Vox didn't even hear that. He was far too mad. "Why do you do this?! Fuck, I give everything in this relationship and yet—"

A slap echoed in the room and Vox felt himself fritz a bit now that a chunk of his glass was shattered. "Why do you bitch and moan about the stupidest of things? God, we're not exclusive, slut." That shattered something in Vox's soul. He felt numb as he heard Valentino call him every insult under the sun. He finished his rant by saying, "You've ruined the vibe, Voxy. Go mope in your tower where I can come fuck you when I need you." Vox was pushed out of the office and he heard the distinct sound of the door locking. Not even a minute later he could hear moaning and panting. The Media Demon could feel himself beginning to cry, so he walked to the nearest camera and jumped through it, disappearing into the wires.

Now, Vox was cradling his hurt face and trying not to sob as he fixed it. The water could ruin his circuits. He forced himself to sit up and head for his desk where he kept some spare screens. Falling into his chair, he was quick to change it, making sure no sharp glass got stuck in his wires.

He sighed when the new screen popped into place and he finally allowed himself to cry. Why did he keep doing this?! He knew Valentino didn't love him. It was obvious with how he was treated. Besides, his heart would always belong to someone else...

Shaking his head, he decided to get some work done. That was when he saw it. A decorative red card that smelled faintly of copper and roses. He recognized the scent almost immediately. It's been a while since he was able to smell it so directly though.

Alastor was in his office. At first, he was panicked. What the hell was the Radio Demon doing in the Vee's tower?! He had security for a reason! But then, curiosity filled him. Why would Alastor leave one of his calling cards here? What game was he playing?

Deciding to finally read the card, he turned it over. It was simple and to the point. Come to the Radio Tower before my daily broadcast.

Vox felt his inside warm up pleasantly before he squashed it. He wasn't getting his hopes up that this had anything to do with how Vox truly felt. Alastor probably wanted to fight and went to him for the most entertainment.

He should crumble the card and throw it away. He should leave it and forget about it.

"Oh, what the hell," Vox muttered. He wasn't going to do any of that. He could never ignore Alastor. Maybe a fight would do him some good.

Standing up, he stretched and looked at the time. Plenty of time to arm himself and make himself look presentable for their fight. He felt the need to destroy something anyway.

Vox stood beside the Radio Tower with a smirk. It wasn't often that Alastor invited him over for a fight but he was prepared. Climbing up the steps, he was prepared to blast open the door when it opened for him.

"Vox! My dear, you're just in time!" Alastor said with his trademark grin. "You bet I am!" Vox said, extending his claws. "Where do you do this? Street 666 would have a lot of casualties and I know you like blood baths."

Alator tilted his head before laughing. Vox felt himself deflate. Here was another demon laughing at him. He didn't like it. "Would you just tell me what is going on?!" He glitched out. He was lucky he wasn't stuttering with how his voice was betraying him.

"Oh, Vox. I'm not laughing at you. I should have been more specific on the card, but c'est la vi~."

Vox blinked and really studied the Radio Demon. He looked calm and at ease, as always, but there was no underlying tension just before they fought. "Alastor, what did you call me here for?"

"Ah!" Alastor brightened. "Of course, this way for your surprise!" A strong hand found its way to his waist and he was pulled into the tower. Vox felt himself blush at the contact but forced himself to be nonchalant about it all. If the smirk on the Radio Demon's face was anything to go off of, he failed.

"Here you are! What do you think?!"

"Alastor, what the fuck?"

His surprise consisted of Valentino hogtied on the floor with angelic rope. It glowed in the dim light of the room. The moth demon was gagged as well, but the noise coming from him told Vox he was probably cursing up a storm.

Vox didn't know what to do. Of all the things he was expecting from Alastor, this was not even close on his list.

"Now, don't be shy, my dear. We have a broadcast to do." Vox still didn't understand what the hell was going on and he said as much to the Radio Demon.

"Can't you tell? We're taking out the trash. I've always hated this bug, but I have a feeling you want this just as much as I do. To feel this miserable wretch die in its own blood."

Vox blinked. He kidnapped Valentino to kill him and he wanted the Media Demon to help?

His eyes trailed down to his boyfriend's tied-up form. He was struggling to get out of the bindings and let out grunts of effort. The moth demon's clothes were destroyed, leaving him in tattered scraps. Vox thought he looked pathetic.

"If you're still feeling hesitant, why don't you just stay and watch?" Alastor suggested. "Besides, after everything he's done, surely he deserves it." Vox thought about every time he was cheated on. How Valentino would always invalidate, humiliate, and discard him because he could. Then he would pull him back in with sweet words until Vox was hooked on the bastard's poison.

Turning to Alastor, he said, "Fine. But I'm just watching."

Then, to Vox's absolute embarrassment, Alastor gently took his hand and kissed the back of it.

"Let's begin~."

Vox watched in fascination as Alastor tortured his ex-boyfriend. Normal people should be disgusted by what they were seeing. Vox wasn't normal by any means. In fact, just looking at the Radio Demon at work made Vox hot under the collar.

How can someone look so good covered in blood?

"Well, folks. It seems this is the end of Valentino." Alastor growled, holding the decapitated head of the moth demon. "Not even I would eat such filth."

Vox watched mesmerized as the Radio Demon turned to him. He walked over to him and before Vox could even blink, he was wrapped up in tentacles. "Wha?! Alastor!" Vox yelled, struggling for a moment before the taller demon kissed him.

Sparks lept off of Vox and he shook as the kiss continued. Alastor chuckled and they both broke for air.

"Do you want this? While I might not be able to give you pleasure how most demons would, I can be quite creative~"

Vox felt like he was dreaming. Was the Radio Demon serious? Did Alastor just ask him to have sex with him?!

"If you're teasing me again, I will fucking kill you." Vox threatened before kissing Alastor again. They both moaned into the kiss, the Media Demon felt sharp fingers brush his clothes before ripping through them. Vox didn't even care that that was an expensive suit.

More clothes were ripped and soon Vox was naked and being held aloft by tentacles. When he felt something poke his entrance, he whimpered. "My, you're sensitive~!" Vox blinked and opened teary eyes and saw that Alastor was holding his cane which had a crackling microphone. He was broadcasting still?!

Before Vox could complain, he felt the rough thrust of a tentacle enter him causing him to scream in ecstasy. Alastor chuckled, his filled with lust. Despite that, he wasn't hard in the slightest. A tentacle forced its way into his mouth, gagging him perfectly.

"Do you hear that? Vox is mine. And only mine. Anyone who tries to touch what's mine gets a spot as my dinner." One last tentacle wrapped around Vox's dick and it took everything in him not cum on the spot.

"Now, listening to my pet? That, I might allow on occasion." Alastor bent down and bit into Vox's neck, blood oozing to the surface. Vox screamed and came on the floor.

Vox shook from everything and Alastor patted his head, rubbing his sensitive antennas. "Thank you for tuning in, until next time."

[myinnersmutdemons]

Movie Night

TW: NSFW, threesome, step-cest, masturbation, bondage, toys, dirty talk, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Sabo x Sister!Reader x Ace

Laying on your bed in nothing but your panties and t-shirt, you bit your lip, slowly moving your hand downwards towards your panties. You felt so guilty, so dirty, thinking about them like this, they were your brothers, but it always made you so hot, imagining them taking you, imagining their hands instead of your own. Your hand slipped under your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. It wasn’t like they knew what you were doing and they weren’t actually related to you, so it wasn’t so bad, right? Your other hand wandered up under your shirt, playing with your breast, pinching and pulling your nipple as you let out a quiet whimper. It was wrong to imagine them, wasn’t it? To imagine that they were playing with you, taking you. Slipping a finger inside your pussy, you couldn’t help the slight pleasured gasp that left your lips, fingering yourself faster and faster.

“S-Saboo, Ace~” you whined, thinking of the two older boys. You felt hotter than normal as you squirmed, wanting more. It never felt like enough, you wanted, needed more. You needed them, needed their cocks. 

You weren’t entirely sure what time it was when you finally finished, only that you were left tired and still horny. That being said, you knew that you didn’t have enough time for more, it was starting to get dark, meaning the two would be over soon for ‘movie night’. Your weekly hang out with the brothers where you all ate too much junk food, watched a movie, and, more often than not, passed out in a pile on the couch. You were starting to curse the fact that it was just the 3 of you, leaving you to be sandwiched between the older 2 boys. It wasn’t that Luffy wasn’t invited, just that he either forgot, or was doing other things these days. Almost as soon as you’d pulled your clothes back on, you heard the front door unlock. You might have to take that spare key back from them, less they walk into your apartment while you were ‘busy’ and overhear what you were doing, or worse, what you were fantasizing about. 

“Y/n! We’re here!” Ace called out, smiling when you hurried out to meet them.

“‘Bout time! I was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten.” you teased, moving to hug him only to snatch the bag of snacks while he thought you wanted a hug. You couldn’t let them know how you felt about them, so you’d play the ‘sweet, innocent little sister’ like you always did… or well, almost always. 

“Sabo, she stole my snacks and didn’t even give me a hug.” Ace whined, not bothering to try and get the snacks back while you rifled through the bag.

“Then maybe you should stop falling for her tricks? Or just hand her the bag next time?” Sabo said, nudging Ace out of the way, only making Ace pout more.

“Don’t bother, princess, those are entirely Ace’s, I’ve got yours right here.” the blond said, shaking one of two bags in his hand. Almost immediately you were handing the bag back to Ace and following Sabo almost like a puppy. Not that he needed snacks to get you to do that. 

“And still no hug?!” Ace demanded, holding his snacks once more, still pouting as he joined you and Sabo in the kitchen.

“You’re 21 and you’re still whining about not getting a hug?” you teased, wrapping your arms around him. 

“He’s just a child who can’t just hug you himself because then he’d have to admit that he actually likes hugging people.” Sabo said, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hot breath blowing against your ear, making your cheeks darken. He was so close, you could feel his muscular chest against your back through his shirt. With Sabo against your back, you didn’t notice the look he gave Ace before backing off, returning to his snacks, gathering his things before setting them on the coffee table. 

“S-so what are we watching tonight?” you asked, trying to will your blush to die down.

“Eh, not sure, ask Sabo, he picked.” Ace said, waving dismissively as he dumped his own stuff on the coffee table.

“Oh please not another political movie!” you groaned, remembering the last time Sabo had chosen the movie. 

“You guys act like it was a death sentence! And I mean, I suppose it counts as political but I swear you’ll enjoy it!” Sabo offered making you sigh.

“Fine, fine, pull it up.” you asked, taking your spot between the two. Why they always insisted you sit in between them, you’d probably never know, but it was ‘your spot’ and there was no changing it. Sabo grinned as he pulled the streaming site up and started the movie. About halfway through the movie and you couldn’t stop fidgeting. The two brothers seemed to be extra close today, Ace resting his head on your shoulder, breath hot against your neck and Sabo’s hand resting just above your knee, rubbing unconscious circles on your thigh with his thumb. 

“C-can I get up?” you asked, gently pushing against Ace. you needed to get out of this position before they drove you crazy. You could already feel the desire burning low in your stomach, making you hotter and hotter with each passing second.

“But I’m comfortable here. Do you really need to get up?” Ace asked, voice low, words practically whispered in your ear. His mouth was so close to your skin, you could almost feel his chapped lips against your neck. 

“I mean, I suppose we could let you up, but then we’d have to reposition once you get back.” Sabo said, giving you a smirk that had the low simmer in your stomach turning up to a boil. Why did it feel like they were being so flirty? 

“I expect something in return if you make me reposition when I’m so comfy.” Ace demanded, your heart racing.

“F-fine! You can have all my remaining snacks! I just… I need to get up.” you said, hoping that he’d go for it. He was a bottomless pit, surely he’d just want your food, right?

“Mm, not what I want.” Ace said without hesitation, confusing you. If he didn’t want your food, what did he want?

“You’re going to share, aren’t you?” Sabo asked, giving Ace a look that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Yes, yes, I’ll share… so long as it’s okay with her.” Ace muttered, nuzzling into your neck, turning your cheeks an even brighter red.

“S-so long as what’s okay with me?” you asked nervously. You tried to shake your thoughts away, you were reading too much into this, you had to be. Sabo just chuckled, placing a hand under your chin, turning your head to face him before pulling you into a rough kiss, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he stole your breath away. A light, pleasured sigh left your lips as you felt Ace nipping at your neck, teeth lightly scraping against your skin.

“You don’t mind, do you, Angel?” Sabo asked once he pulled away, leaving you a little lightheaded. 

“I… I don’t but…” you bit your lip, eyes looking away shyly before meeting his once more, “it… it’s wrong. We’re…” once again you trailed off. They knew what you were saying even without saying it. 

“Not as bad as you think, we’re not related by blood.” Ace muttered, giving a particularly rough bite to your shoulder, drawing a small yelp from your lips at the sensation. 

“We know you want it, Angel, we see the looks you give us… we know the things you’ve imagined.” Sabo said, the last part whispered to you, turning your pink cheeks into a full blush that you just knew went all the way down your neck. You did want that, you wanted it, wanted them, so badly. Sabo pulled you into another kiss, distracting you from what they were doing until you felt Ace’s hand under your shirt, groping your breasts through your bra. The blond in front of you swallowed the whimper that left your lips, his kiss growing rough, only pulling away when breathing became a must.

“Well, princess? Do you want us or not?” Ace asked, making you swallow hard as you nodded.

“Yes, I-I, I want this, want you.” you admitted, a surprised squeak leaving your throat as Ace picked you up, carrying you back to your room, Sabo following close behind. Almost as soon as the door was closed, the two of them were undressing you, hungry eyes roaming over your now bare form. 

“Fuck, Angel, so many things I want to do to you.” Sabo said, thumb flicking over one of your nipples, making you whimper slightly. Their hands felt so good against your skin, making you want more.

“Please.” you whispered, looking away. You still couldn’t believe you were doing this with them, finding it hard to voice your desires.

“Please what, princess? You’re going to need to be more specific.” Ace said, placing featherlight kisses over your body, working his way up from your thigh to your neck and back down again.

“Please… d-do whatever you want to me.” you said, voice just above a whisper. A shudder went down Sabo’s spine at your words, whatever he wanted? Fuck, he didn’t think you could take all the things he wanted to do to you.

“Careful, Princess. Sabo’s a little sadistic.” Ace said, seeing the dark look in his brother's eyes.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last week.” Sabo shot back, making Ace swallow hard as you looked between the two. Had they been…? “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll take it easy on you tonight, besides, I don’t think I have everything I’d need.” Sabo said, caressing your cheek, only to have Ace chuckle, drawing both your attention, watching as Ace emptied his pockets of what looked like a length of rope, a small pink vibrator, a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold and a gag.

“Do I even want to know how you fit all this in your pockets without me noticing?” Sabo asked, picking up the handcuffs.

“Do you really care so long as you get to use them?” Ace asked cockily, only for Sabo’s hand to reach around behind Ace, gripping his hair and making the older boy groan.

“I’ll use them on you if you’re not careful.” Sabo hissed before pulling him into a rough kiss. You could feel yourself get wetter as you watched the two make out for a moment before Sabo was pulling back, leaving both boys breathless. Looking back at the various items Sabo couldn’t help but smirk as he shook his head.

“Got everything important except my new toy. I suppose it’ll be fine this time, don’t want to overwhelm her.” he said, thinking about the cane he’d left at home. A new addition to his collection, one he couldn’t wait to use. Both boys were soon back on you, cuffing your hands behind your back before tying the rope around your body, hands trading the rope until you weren’t sure who was holding what end or where the rope was even going. Finally, they pulled away, Sabo giving you a dark look. Your calves were tied to your thighs, the binds accentuating your breasts, before wrapping loosely around your neck like a makeshift collar. Wriggling slightly, you pulled against the ropes, finding the knots to be secured rather well. 

“You still okay with this, Princess?” Ace asked, groping and massaging your breasts, drawing pleasured sighs from your lips.

“Y-yes, I… more.” you whimpered, arching your back into Ace’s touch, moaning lightly when he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You were soon too preoccupied by what Ace was doing to pay attention to what Sabo was doing until you felt vibrations against your clit, forcing a loud cry from your throat, arching further into Ace. Your cries seemed to spur Ace on as he started sucking on your nipple, pulling and rolling the other between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look so good like this, completely at our mercy.” Sabo groaned, running two fingers up your slit as he kept the vibrator pressed against your clit, making you moan more, “fuck, so wet too, have you been thinking about this all night?” he demanded, your slick coating the tips of his fingers. Reluctantly, you nodded, biting your lip as you did so. You couldn’t deny it, not when he was making you feel so good. Ace pulled you in for another kiss as Sabo thrust 2 fingers inside your pussy, the black haired brother swallowing the moan as he made out with you. It all felt so good, having Ace play with your tits while Sabo fingered you and played with your clit, making out with Ace while your head spun from the sensations. 

“You still want more, princess?” Ace asked, pulling away slightly, watching as you nodded.

“Please. I… I want you, both of you.” you whimpered, pulling at the ropes, only for Sabo to give another dark chuckle.

“You’re gonna have to beg if you want more, unless you want me to keep you like this all night. I could, you know. Tied up with the vibrator pressed against your clit, just low enough to keep you writhing in pleasure until you’re about to go crazy from need. Maybe I’ll make you watch as Ace and I get off. Watching us cum, half delirious as you try to beg me to fuck you.” Sabo said, making you whimper.

“No, no please don’t. I want more, I want you. I’ll do whatever you want, just please, more.” you pleaded, admittedly turned on by what Sabo was saying. 

“Come on, Sabo. Don’t tease her, how is she supposed to come crawling back for more if we don’t give her any to begin with?” Ace asked, biting and nipping at your neck and shoulders, leaving small marks all along the skin there. 

“You’re lucky that Ace makes a good point, pet. Otherwise I might just leave you a whimpering mess.” Sabo said, fingering you harder and faster until you were cumming, soaking his fingers.

“Mmm, looks like my dirty little pet made a mess.” Sabo said, pulling his fingers out of you, though keeping the vibrator pressed against your clit, making you writhe in pleasure. 

“I’d be more than happy to clean it up.” Ace chimed in, taking Sabo’s hand, starting to lick and suck your juices off the blond’s fingers. All you could do was watch, feeling even more turned on, if it was even possible.

“Shit, I think you might be as big a slut as she is. Bet you can’t wait to fuck her, hell, I’d bet you’d give anything just to taste more of her.” Sabo said, watching as Ace finally finished licking his fingers clean.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want her too, not with how much you moan her n-” Ace was cut off by Sabo yanking his hair again, Ace’s breath hitching as the blond held him.

“You’re testing my patience, Ace. You know what, I know exactly what to do to kill two birds with one stone. You’re going to sit there and watch, you’re not going to touch her and you’re not going to touch yourself, got it?” Sabo growled, watching as Ace swallowed hard but nodded. Sabo quickly stripped, tossing his clothes to the floor before picking you up, spreading your legs so Ace could see your pussy as Sabo sat behind you, thrusting his cock inside you, making you cry out in pleasure. Ace groaned as he watched Sabo fuck you, throwing his own clothes to the floor, quickly finding them too tight for comfort. 

“Fuck, so good, pet, so tight, squeezing my cock.” Sabo moaned, bouncing you up and down on his large cock. 

“Y-yes! Please, more! Fuck me more.” you moaned, head thrashing side to side as you struggled against the ropes.

“At least one of you knows how to behave. Maybe I should’ve tied Ace up instead of you. Later, I suppose. If you’re a really good girl, maybe I'll let you play with him.” Sabo whispered into your ear, making you lean your head back against his shoulder as you moaned loudly. 

“Yes, please! I’m a good girl. Please, fuck me more, make me cum!” you pleaded. In front of you, Ace squirmed, gripping the sheets as he tried not to touch himself. 

“Fuck, fine! I’ll behave, just stop keeping her all to yourself.” Ace groaned, his cock throbbing as he imagined being inside you.

“Oh look who wants to join in. What do you think? Has he been behaving well enough?” Sabo cooed, giving a particularly rough thrust that had you crying out.

“Yes, please, let him touch me. I want more.” you moaned, feeling yourself draw closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me and I’ll let him touch you again.” Sabo demanded, smirking when you came a few thrusts later, your pussy squeezing him tightly, milking his cock as he came inside you, “I suppose a deal’s a deal. She’s all yours, but I wouldn’t suggest testing me again.” he added darkly. Not that he thought Ace would listen, Ace was just as bad as he was when it came to not causing trouble. As soon as he was ‘allowed’ to, Ace was pulling you into a kiss, slamming his cock inside you. He needed you, needed to fuck you. Sitting back and watching, not being able to touch himself had made him painfully hard, a loud moan escaping his throat the moment he sunk his cock into your tight heat. 

“Oh fuck, princess, so good, so tight.” Ace moaned, laying you on the bed before starting to pound in and out of your pussy, making you moan as well. 

“Being such a good girl, aren’t you, pet? Taking Ace so well.” Sabo said, pulling you into a rough kiss. All you could do at this point was moan and writhe in pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head as you came for a third time. Pulling Ace will you, both of you letting out twin cries of pleasure. Ace barely managed to pull out as he collapsed beside you, clearly a bit worn, giving a loopy smile as Sabo freed your wrists before loosening the ropes, allowing you to move.

“Don't either of you think we’re done tonight. I need a short break, but I’m far from finished.” Sabo said, making Ace smile and you shiver as you both nodded. You were both more than happy to go again, maybe this time he’d tie Ace up. Looking at you two, Sabo smirked, he’d definitely have to bring his new cane with him next time. He couldn’t wait to see what you’d look like with marks across your thighs and back. For tonight, he might just have to stick to spankings. Hopefully you’d ‘misbehave’ enough for him to warrant doing so. Then again, did he really need a reason?

[uldren-sov]

shared secrets

another lil @infamous-if fic because i can't stop even if i wanted to. little bit of background for ms. rodriguez-rose but done in a more "current" time Hope you like! ~2.5k words Seven Lawless is canon and not mine but Camy Rose is :)

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The gentle rocking of the tour bus driving down the highway should be comforting, especially at – Camy looks across her notebook in her lap and turns her cell’s screen on – 1:14 AM, but all she can think about now is how fucked she’d be if she got motion sick. What if she was just nauseous this whole time? What if she was so sick she was unable to write songs? What if being sick kept her up all night instead of all these new people with their loud breathing and snoring? Maybe if she was, she would be so exhausted that she wouldn’t care about how Kieran (she thinks) snores louder when he sleeps on one side than the other. Maybe she wouldn’t care about hearing the indiscernible whispers between Seven and Avina in their bunk. 

Maybe she wouldn’t be fucking haunted by hearing Seven asleep and remembering how they had once fit together so comfortably on the most uncomfortable mattress... She fought hard to forget it these past years, but flashes of how fingertips felt along along her spine come back to her now when cradling her pillow can’t settle her enough to sleep, and during nights like these when her mind is just too active to let her body rest.

She stares blindly at her most recent page of half-finished lyrics and sketched notes as her mind’s tires spin in the mud, churning out all these unhelpful anxieties as she uselessly urges her brain to take advantage of this time to herself. Usually as the last one to fall asleep and top 3 of the earliest to wake up, it means she has plenty of alone time even among a crowd of 11 (including Chuck the driver). In those late nights and early mornings, she finds it easier to break through her own bullshit, her defensive ego and caked on charm, and just dare to be vulnerable again. Dare to write again. 

When the words come. 

Sometimes they just don’t. Like tonight where her brain would apparently like to think of literally anything else than sentences with meaning, ending in a word that can rhyme. Still, she’s not about to waste a night when she could be working on something, practicing, getting better. She has to, she must, she can’t stop. Sleep is not an option, lyrics are not an option, so she’ll work on her only other option - a way to improve without bothering anyone.

Slipping her notebook under her pillow and shimmying on some exercise pants she untucks the oversized Soft Violence band shirt – flipped inside out for everyone’s sake – from the waist band and carefully unzips the curtain of her bunk. She steps into the stale, frigid, air and quickly assesses her surroundings. Most of the curtains are closed, those that don’t have it cracked open for the AC, but most importantly everyone seems to be asleep. A sigh of relief as she works her neck and shoulders out after being hunched over her notebook for so long. Nothing about the tour bus is ideal but no one can say that she won’t make the most out of a bad situation. 

She snatches her laptop and headphones from the far corner of her bunk and gives another cursory look around. No one stirs, no curtain opens, no one peeks their head out telling her to go the hell to sleep, but she swears she hears some music from one of the bunks closest to her. Maybe it’s August? Either way, she’s safe enough to continue as she ducks down to where her carry-ons are stashed. She finds the handle of her guitar case and gathers it up along with the rest. 

It’s not uncommon that she would bring her guitar with her, despite not playing guitar in the band anymore. She uses the excuse that it helps imagine the song better and lets Rowan take the lead on the rest. The reality though is one of the few secrets she keeps from her band but it’s definitely not the biggest sacrifice she’s done for their sake. Not by half. It still might be the biggest lie that she keeps from them.

She tiptoes and carefully parts the beaded screen that separates the “bedroom” and the living area. Maneuvering around the space she sets up as close to the front as she can to make sure she won’t wake anyone. Laptop set up in front of her, she’s at least able to keep the curtain in her peripheral as she settles her PRS over her criss-crossed legs, and sets up the rest. Avoiding the red guitar pick with the single casino-style number on it and fishing out one of the dozen others, she tentatively starts picking along her electric guitar. Soft plinking of the metal strings are barely heard over the ambient sound from the bus, but even so, she glares at the curtain, bracing for someone to come out and catch her. 

What fans don’t know, and what she thinks even her band has forgotten, was that Camy was a guitar player long before she was ever a singer. Singing was something that she kept to herself until what felt like the last second. Even then, up until high school graduation, she was lead guitar and a secondary/co-vocals until they started making their own music. But as inevitable as erosion, she phased out of that guitarist role. It was better for the band, it was better for their sound, they told her she was a better singer than guitarist anyways – that one still stings even after all this time – and it was best for Rowan. More than any other reason, she made the change for him. She decided to just pull the pin and give into that eventuality one late night, like this one, to a sympathetic Seven who comforted her for her subtle sacrifice. Stepping out of Rowan’s spotlight, she quickly shifted to rhythm guitar, to only vocals, to lead singer. The audience for her late night playing dwindled to one, up until about three years ago. 

Now, she plays in secret to sharpen herself, she plays to develop melodies she’ll only later hum in rehearsal, and she plays for desperate nights like this. Now, she stares at the curtain for just a little while longer and sighs when she seems to be in the clear. 

Brushing her hair back she slips her headphones on and the strap of her guitar over her shoulder. A bit of warm-up, a bit of practice – a bit of tuning, to be honest – a bit of maintenance, and she begins to play. Slow improvisation finds a melody from the chaos of her mind, a song, a feeling, coalescing in cohesive notes resonating from her headphones. The effect is immediate, like her brain is sighing in relief as notes fall into rhythm, fall into order, fall into something that sounds like music. A quiet contentment and pride settles around her like a blanket hearing her improvement as well, a confirmation that she’s not only her songwriting.  

2:28 AM. She rests for a moment, stretching out her hands as she takes a break. She should sleep. She shouldn’t take a stab at the latest, hardest, solo she’s been practicing off an on for a while now. She should just relax, for once. She shouldn’t cut into her sleep schedule any more than she already does. 

It doesn’t take long before she’s nodding her head in time with the track she has loaded up and the metronome that helps her keep the beat. The notes fly under her fingertips and she allows herself a smile at her progress. She’s a long way from really nailing such a complicated solo, but damn if she isn’t getting there.  And damn if it isn’t fun to learn – even with all the frustration involved with learning it.

Something whispers in the back of her mind as her skin pricks with awareness. In her peripheral there’s a shape looming, framed in the threshold of the living area. For a brief moment she wonders who looks weirder: her, hunched over her colorful guitar with the laptop’s screen blaring light into her face or the person standing there, menacingly, in shadow in front of that ridiculous beaded screen.

Ripping the headphones off her ears she wraps her arm around her guitar like she’s trying to hide it before she straightens in realization. Seven stares at her, stares through her, half highlighted in moonlight half shrouded by the night. The weight in his look is as inscrutable as the rest of him. She’s not sure how long he’s been there – why is he even here? – but if she was going to be caught by anyone, she decides he’s actually not the worst choice. Since the start of the competition, Seven has calmed down a bit, just a bit, and thankfully she can’t see any of that heat she’s come to expect. Yet. 

“Sorry if I woke you,” she whispers. 

“You didn’t.” He shakes his head and yet she can almost taste the lie. She glances past him for any more movement but finding none, she finds his dark green eyes in the gloam. As impossible as he is to read, something about how he regards her now has her breath catching. “Didn’t know you still played.” 

“Technically, I don’t,” she says, shifting uncomfortably as she closes the lid to her laptop. “Remember?” Which is always a risk to say to him now. He seems to hate everything about their shared past, the good and the bad. He shifts in place before wandering closer to lean against the opposite side of the sofa. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, he glares out the window as the conflict in his mind already begins to show in the furrow in his brow. She chews on her lip, taking in the way his hoodie is zipped up enough to be respectful yet low enough for her to know he’s shirtless underneath. She has to rip her gaze away before she starts lingering too long on how good he looks when he actually just rolls out of bed and not only when he styles himself like he did. 

She tempers herself with a slow exhale, reminding herself that his opening performance was a song all about how much he hates her, with a performance tailored to aggravate her jealousy, both of which took advantage of her latest confession. Admitting her nightmare to the ghost of love’s past himself, was a fucking stupid move, she'll admit now. Confessing how she was still not over him, no matter how brutally honest it was, blew up in her face - but how could it not? In response, he could not be more clear about the hurt he wanted to inflict or the line he cut in the sand between them.

She wishes she hated him the way that he hated her. 

“With your band,” he says and she catches how he nearly winces at that, “changing up your sound, it’d make sense for you to play.” He shrugs, looking away from her as soon as she looks up to him. She replies with a sigh, pulling the strap off her shoulder and starting to pack her things up. 

“Everything that had me stop before hasn’t changed. All those old reasons. So, as far as they know, I don't anymore. Simple as that, ” she says. Admitting anything to him feels like a risk now, ammunition for him to use as a competitor but – who else can she talk to about this? She’s not one to share, not one to be vulnerable – not anymore – but there’s just still something about Seven that makes her feel … safe. Safe enough to share. He can and has hurt her in ways he knows no one else can, but he’s never shared her secrets. 

That she knows of. Which is a caution she never thought she’d have to guard herself against. Fool me once...

“Why?” She asks.

“Why what?”

“Why do you care?” 

“I don’t,” he snaps. But sighs tightly as he shifts again, their eyes meeting now as slowly that flare of his anger ebbs. “Just, surprised, I guess. If there would ever be a time for you to show off your playing again, it’d be now.” Something warms in her chest as she reads between the lines. 

“Are you sure that I’m even good anymore? Who knows, I might suck now,” she sets her guitar aside and folds her arms over the back of her seat, perching her chin on her arms as she stares up at him. He snorts and she fights a smile off her lips. It’s dangerous how easy it is to let her guard down around him.

“You’re practicing some kind of wild song in the middle of the night? I doubt you decayed down to, like, Smoke on the Water levels,” he says with a scoff that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. 

“You could tell it was a wild song?” 

“I didn’t hear any notes or anything but the amount of shredding you played was pretty wild,” he admits and she can’t help but chuckle in response. Warmth blooms through her chest and into her fingertips with the thought that he was watching her and with some level of appreciation.

“I mean, I guess you can say that. But it’s really just Randy Rhoads kicking my ass,” she grins and his face lights up with a smile that makes her heart slam against her rib-cage.

At least until both of them snap up to stare at each other in realization of what was happening. 

She drops her head and clears her throat. “But it’s late,” she checks the time – 3:22 AM – and she rolls her lips as she finishes packing up her things. “Big day of hanging out in a bus tomorrow. Probably should get back to bed.” She ventures as she avoids looking at him until her guitar case is zipped closed. Standing in a rush she almost stumbles back from crashing into him. A second of her heart clenching in her chest until it stills, a second of being closer than they’ve been in years, a second of having flashbacks of dozens, of hundreds, of late nights with her playing in their living room and him coaxing her back to sleep, before he scrambles back and puts some space to breathe between them. 

“Right, uh huh,” Seven replies, tugging his hood over his head and jerking the rest of the zipper up his hoodie. “Yep.”

“Sorry that I woke you up, though,” she says suddenly, gently. Bracing into himself now, he glowers at her for a moment before pulling away further. A couple of steps later, a safe distance away, maybe, and he turns back to her. 

“It’s fine. It’s not like it was loud, I just-” he stops himself as he seems to fall into himself for a moment. “Know what it sounds like and-” She cocks her head in confusion as he glances up to her now, almost panicked as he jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Come back to bed.” She arches an eyebrow, jaw dropping a little before he scowls deeper, “I mean go to sleep!” And with that he’s quick to retreat through the curtain once more as she’s left breathless, ambushed, and, in a strange way, comforted by the gesture. 

As she quietly follows after, she carefully puts her things away and slips silently back into her bunk. Despite the lingering heavy beat of her heart, she curls around her pillow now realizing that while her practice quieted her mind, there was a warmth in the familiarity of their exchange that soothed her as well. 

Sleep takes her before the warning against such a sentiment takes hold.