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lxnarphase · 5 months ago

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As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

#geto suguru x you #geto suguru smut #suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #💎 ── satoru.#🔮 ── suguru.#˗ˏˋ ★ lxnarworks .ᐟ

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peppertoastuniverse · 4 months ago

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the heat of summer – geto suguru

contents: geto suguru x gn!reader, switching povs, just 2 idiots in love, lots of fluff, suggestive gojo, soft sugu, suguru being the biggest doting mother hen who just wants to love you and make sure you're ok summary: suguru geto wonders if it’s the summer heat that’s the cause of his flushed face and erratically beating heart or if it’s because of you. wc: 2.8k

“stop.” he warns, voice low, tugging you to him easily. “let me,” geto whispers.

stretching out his broad frame on his bed, geto stares up at the ceiling humming casually. it was his favourite time of day. he enjoys watching the darkness of the evening overpower the golden edges of the disappearing sun, the intense heat from the day diluting into a pleasant warmth. a pleasant breeze dances through his opened window, rustling the pages of his carefully abandoned book on his bed. the book that you bought him last week. you showed up at his door during this time, slightly out of breath with excited eyes contrasting your dishevelled uniform. you must have just came back from mission with gojo. pressing a hardcover book into his palms before beaming “suguru! I brought this back for you from Kurashiki! i.. i thought you’d like it.” you were so sweet. you thought of him.

he smiles at the memory. there it was again – a temporary trespasser within his chest, stomping on all reason in his brain. a foreign warmth bathes his chest in a tenderness that he couldn't understand. his brow furrow slightly at this strange feeling. he exhaled slowly as to appease his erratically beating heart, weaving his now sweaty palms through his loose dark hair to distract himself.

huh. must be the heat. or.. was it because you were- smack. a cool package striking geto’s contemplative face, effectively knocks him out of is reverie. a welcome distraction in the form of a.. popsicle?

narrowed violet eyes trail up to his best friend's confident stance, large hands splayed across the open door, pale face immensely pleased with himself. “dude, what the fuck?” a tinge of annoyance colouring geto’s words, satoru was always so careless. raising an eyebrow, the beginnings of a cheeky grin decorating gojo’s proud face, “what? did I get the wrong flavour, baby? wanna taste mine then?” quickly crossing the threshold into geto’s tidy room, waving his own purple popsicle his best friend’s face, dark glasses sliding down ever so slightly to reveal blue eyes full of mischief. gojo was practically vibrating from boredom. "..or do you wanna taste something el-" gojo cackles, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "enough." suguru spits with an amused scoff, as gojo’s snickering lingered in the summer air. accompanied a quiet mutter of thanks, geto carefully opens the packaging of the shockingly blue popsicle. placing the plastic wrapper on his bedside table while gracefully moving his body into a seated position. he sighs softly, enjoying the coolness of the treat and the sweet flavour dancing on his tongue. “- ehhh? that's it? you usually try and beat my ass after something like that. tired again, suguru?” gojo's boisterous voice was too loud and lively to match the hot, sluggish summers of Tokyo, but geto noticed the slight tinge of worry laced in it. stepping quickly to take a seat by geto’s side, gojo intentionally jostles the bed, playfully bumping geto's knee with his own in the process. frowning geto easily takes the bait and kicks him back with a disproportionate amount of ferocity, earning a wide grin from the white haired boy. “satoru, if you want to fight go bother someone else.” "oh believe me – i tried. nanami and haibara were sent on that mission this morning, ‘member? and shoko already threw me out of her room." gojo whines rubbing the back of his neck, licking his dripping popsicle hastily. bright eyes scanning geto’s room until he noticed the book. the book that you dragged gojo all around Kurashiki to 4 different bookstores to get. turning his head he eyes his best friend’s suspicious face in glee. “don’t tell me you’re still pouting, suguru? ….you’re still worried about them?” gojo asked poorly attempting to hide his amusement. oh. geto wonders why his heart starts beating rapidly at the mere mention of you, or why all of a sudden the intense summer sun was back in his room. "nah, it's just the heat – it must be getting to me." geto side steps, easily masking his slight frown. biting the last bit of his popsicle, voice slightly muffled as it melts in his mouth. “they just texted me, y'know. they're fiiiiiine. they'll be back in a few hours!” gojo teasing tone stifled as he chews on his purple stained popsicle stick.

geto unconsciously lets out a sigh of relief. you were okay. he was glad that you were okay – of course you were. you could hold your own during missions, you were reliable – albeit a little too reckless for his liking sometimes, and you had a tendency to be self-sacrificing when it wasn't needed but - wait.

gojo and you… texted? since when? gojo's face whips to his, the beginning of a shit eating grin threatens to spill from his lips “.. and they asked about you too.” geto's heart lurches, fighting a pleased smile. “yeah well, they ask about everyone." an easy excuse.

it's definitely not the summer heat that made his face flush.

you sighed audibly - japanese summers were really a punishment. you really couldn’t take the heat - it was too intense, too brash – it overwhelmed you until you were breathless. as you felt your uniform begin to stick uncomfortably to your skin you huffed. you couldn't wait for autumn. strained muscles, a few minor cuts on your legs and a stinging left arm were the souvenirs of your first solo mission after your recent promotion to grade 1 – thankfully this one didn’t go too badly. stretching lightly you groaned when you heard the faint pop of your aching joints. at least you had the cicadas and the faint moonlight to keep you company as you made the trek back to jujutsu tech.

a refreshing breeze danced through your hair and you hummed in pleasure, appreciatedly. gingerly you raise your arms, gathering your messy hair into a ponytail out of your face, exposing your sweaty neck. reaching to your wrist, grabbing the black hair tie that he gave you last week. you remembered his observant eyes recognizing your irritation at your unruly hair getting in your face during training. calling your name, you found yourself situated in between his long legs, his fingers, lightly weaving through your hair, slightly tugging it, coaxing your locks into a ponytail, "there, we go…" he'd mutter tying it off easily and patting your head for good measure. he thought about you.

you smiled at the memory. there it was again – a temporary trespasser that would somehow make a home within your chest. arriving so elusively, spreading to the flushed plains of your cheeks decorating your face with an air of bewilderment. you inhaled sharply, noticing the vibrations of your unevenly beating heart. you grumbled involuntarily playing with your hair, twirling it around your pointer finger.

ugh. must be the heat. passing the torii gates, you could almost feel your soft bed and plush pillows. You groaned prematurely imagining your dorm room fan, blowing on your skin. maybe you could watch a movie to wind down or take a cold bath. or maybe...he would be up and you could drop by to–

a rustle interrupted your thoughts.

turning briskly, your cautious face painted in surprise when you saw his emerging figure in the darkness.

geto.

it seems as if he wasn’t expecting to see anyone either. eyebrows quirked, sleek black hair let loose around his broad back. instantly geto's posture straightens out in the dim moonlight as your eyes meet his. was he.. nervous to see you? you shake the silly thought from your wandering mind. probably not, why would he be nervous to see you? “suguru!” you smile tiredly with a wave. "whatcha doing here?" approaching him with a slight bounce in your step despite the protest of your muscles.

"just out for a walk." he answers smile matching yours. "mission go okay?"

if you weren't as equally observant as geto, you wouldn't have noticed him tucking his fidgeting hands into his loose pants or his amethyst eyes give you a quick once over, slight crease on his brow. "it wasn't anything i couldn't handle.. but i'm all gross and tired." you answer, trying to appease his worry, ponytail swishing behind your back.

“you’re bleeding…” geto’s long strides meet your smaller figure, quickly approaching you with renewed intent. You could feel the heat of his meticulous stare on your left arm, your own eyes glancing down surveying the damage. "huh? oh. that.. it's fine, just a scratch –" geto can't help but feel exasperated by you sometimes, you're too kind almost to the point of being naive. you’re just so thoughtful, always putting other people first – trying to reassure him while you're actively hurt and bleeding. he doesn't like that. you needed to take better care of yourself, realise that you’re important too.. you’re important to him.

your eyes widen slightly when you feel his long fingers gently encircle your right wrist, effectively guiding you to sit at the benches behind you. pulling out a handkerchief out of his pocket he glances apologetically at your face briefly before pressing it to your wound to ease the bleeding. you flinch slightly in response. "suguru – really! i'm fine, it's nothing–" nose scrunching up in protest. he interrupts you with a rather sassy deadpan glare catching you off guard. if you weren’t so exasperated with his coddling you would’ve laughed. but it’s just like suguru to dote on you. picking your battles, you roll your eyes, gently slapping his knee without any real vigour. “suguruuu,” you whine dramatically. “stop.” he warns voice low, tugging you to him easily. “let me,” geto whispers. you’re about to protest again but you don’t expect his serious expression as he meets your pouting face. you do what he asks and if he keeps looking at you like that you’ll do whatever he wants. so you sigh impatiently, admitting defeat with a grumble. with him you always folded so easily. you watch him as he works, the gentle growing glow of the moon accentuating his soft features. you notice the slight furrow in his brow as he cautiously lifts the handkerchief to peek at the wound accessing it’s severity. his sharp jaw unconsciously tensing thoughtfully, high cheekbones accentuating his sleek eyes, the curtain of black hair billowing down the nape of his long neck occasionally catching the warm breeze. you never realised how handsome he was. your fingers couldn’t resist the temptation as they brush a strand of his hair away from his face, tucking the silky threads behind his ear affectionately. geto slightly stills with the intimate action before melting to you fleeting touch. fingers trembling, you hesitantly drop your fingers, curling your hand into your lap. contact severing far too soon. geto and you sit in a comfortable but thoughtful silence as he fusses over you. with him it felt like you didn’t need to fill in the silences, you could just exist in the same space and find comfort knowing that he was beside you. his strength and raw power were always the first thing people saw but to you it was his quiet kindness. what you appreciated about him was his gentle nature, his presence was comforting and reassuring like the retreating sunlight on your skin at twilight. under his gaze, you’ve never felt so cared for.

"do we have to cut it off? am i dying? ooh dang, i was really looking forward to listening to satoru complain all day about the heat tomorrow," you quipped sarcastically, breaking the silence. "seriously? you complain just as much about the heat maybe even more–" his large hands stilling, his right resting lightly on your thigh, skin beneath his palms burning. "is that any way to talk to your patient, sugu?" you interrupt him casting a cheeky smile, as geto rolls his eyes. "hmm, it should be okay for now. but you should really be more careful next time. at least visit shoko once in a while – you're not invincible. " he chastises you. "pffff, and miss out on quality sugu time? no way!" brightly exclaiming, stretching out your legs. he chuckles, the sound adding to the vibrations of your unsteady heart. if he laughed again you swore you might have a heart attack. he looked so relaxed like this – so free. you felt that geto was one to hold his own emotions so close to his chest that they threatened to consume him from the inside. after all, he was so busy taking care of everyone else, who would take care of him? you wanted to carry his fraying thoughts, to keep the the storm above his shoulders at bay, to help him bear the weight of the curse of being human. black hair falling as he shakes his head, "you're ridiculous, you know that?” he pulls the handkerchief away to check on the wound one last time before tying the makeshift bandage loosely, satisfied. you whisper your thanks as his warm hands withdraw. you crave the missing contact immediately.

resting his hands on his knees, he looks at you in amusement before his quickly flicker to ground at your feet.

“you know that you can get quality sugu time anytime you want, right?” he says with curious sincerity.

you savour his rare bashful expression. this was a version of geto you rarely saw and you couldn’t help but coo internally. he was always so confident and sure but seeing him like this felt like you got to see the real version of him, a proposal to form a new, deeper bond of trust. “yeah, but we’re both being shipped out all the time now. I never get to see you anymore…” you voice trails off, growing softer with unexpected vulnerability. your shy eyes squint up to dark sky, choosing to be swallowed by the sky instead of the abyss of his eyes. absentmindedly you ramble, words spilling almost carelessly, "it would've been way more fun if you were there with me today." "oh, just me, eh? did you miss me that much?" lightly bumping his knee to yours. you can hear the slightly cocky smile on his face – all shyness gone – voice bright, pleased with your admission. "pfff uhh – i…. okay. i meant if everyone was together!" you added, hastily, pursing your lips realising he didn’t see through your poorly veiled bluff. "hmm… i dunno, it sounded better when it was just me," he slightly pouts, his palm cradling his cheek as he peers down at you. you bump his broad shoulder with yours, his sweet smile temporarily hypnotizing you, making you forget your injury. you stiffen with a quiet wince, hoping he didn’t hear. but nothing gets past geto, especially you. swiftly, he winds a strong arm around your lower back stilling you. geto shifts to check on your wound, you feel the rumble in his chest as he tuts. his concerned eyes flash to yours.

“hey. hey, easy there. can't have you bleeding out on me again." you fidgeted slightly looking anywhere but his face for you knew that if your eyes met that you’d simply combust. geto observantly notices your stillness and soothes you warmly, intuitively rubbing your back moving impossibly closer to your feverish body. you feel like you might die like this.

“i thought about you... when you were gone," voice soft, barely there as if he was letting you in on a secret and he was unsure if he himself wanted to admit it yet.

plunging into the abyss you looked into his twinkling eyes, perhaps the stars were hiding in his eyes tonight. “...you weren’t worrying about me, were you?”

"i know that you're capable, but sometimes i cant help it..." sighing slightly, the tips of his ears flushing at the confession.

you allowed your head to find his firm shoulder, curling into his warmth, recognizing his vulnerability. being mindful of your injury, geto rests his head on top yours with a contented hum. Your eyes softening, “don't worry sugu, i'll always come back..."

i'll always come back to you, your heart quietly admits, surprising even yourself as you further bury yourself in geto. but it's almost too soon, too overwhelming to voice it out loud. you feel his gentle caress tighten around you minusculely, interrupting your spiralling thoughts, comforting you even when you didn’t even know you needed it. the combination of the weight of his head and his comforting scent further grounding you reassuringly. your body relaxing, melting into each other.

" .. i missed you, too." he says softly, his eyes carrying a confession of something more. you feel his shy grin, before glancing back at his flushed face, finding a mutual expression reflected in his eyes.

you're not sure if it's the summer heat or this sudden close proximity that makes you feel dizzy. maybe it was the gentleness in his tender touch stroking the embers of something new in your heart.

for now you're content with holding onto him just a little longer.

a/n: u best believe i made geto and and gojo have matching popsicles lol because that’s canon

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aline-spice · 7 months ago

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ehhh i don't usually show things i don't like but whatever, this could def be better but i wanted to test out animating using the after effects tools and i put a random sketch together quickly... i SWEAR one day i'll do a proper frame-by-frame animation that'll look much better than this

#medkit phighting #phighting #the eye always watches. it never stops watching.#overseer

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urinarythreatinfection · 3 months ago

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Dude I keep trying to do my book report but the book is so boring bro. I feel bad saying that since it's based on a true story but I'm trying my best. I might be cooked though it's due today. Have this that I wrote instead.

Charm You to Jealousy

Shanks x top male reader. Smut. Reader gets jealous because Shanks is handsome. Spoilers for Ep 1112. This isn't dubcon Shanks just likes being whiny. 3,180~ words.

“Haha..” Shanks laughs awkwardly as he catches the woman that lunged onto him. Everyone around him fawns over him, worrying over if he’s going to be okay or that he doesn’t need to be the one to defeat Kid. He’s flattered, he really is, but he needs to get going! He doesn’t mean to underestimate Kid, but he doesn’t overestimate him either. He holds the woman to his body for a moment before pulling back and walking to the dock. He turns back to look at them “Don’t worry, our enemies are famously weak.” The redhead says cheekily. It’s only when his expression lands on you that it falters ever so slightly. There’s a smile on your face as you look at how beloved he is, the way women he’s most likely been with before you swoon over him, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s when he’s about to say bye to you, to try and show he hasn’t forgotten about you, when his eyes widen and his observation haki gives him a vision of an unfortunate future. Panic fills his mind and he takes one quick glance at you then quickly jumps off to save everyone. You watch him go, it’s to be expected. How admirable he is, you love him for that; plus, your comfort in the moment is much less than the lives of countless. You look down at the women that were with him, resting your chin on your hand. They’re pretty, the type of women Shanks was into before you two started to date. You don’t have their large breasts or their soft features, nor the body meant to connect with someone the opposite gender. You aren’t one to feel too insecure about that, of course. It’s been proven enough that Shanks is more than into you. You look out into the ocean, watching as your love saves the day once again. An ugly emotion blooms in your heart, unwelcome and dark.

…………..

After everything is done, he finally gets a moment to rest his mind. Looking at the sinking ship of the Kid pirates, he sighs. “Kids these days get too strong too fast.” He says as he walks further onto the Red Force. Shanks expected Kid to have gotten stronger, but enough to destroy multiple ships at once was unexpected. It’s then that your expression comes to mind, the smile that didn’t reach your eyes. He looks around a few times after he remembers but doesn’t see you “Shit.” He mumbles to himself. His crew overhears this and start to snicker despite Shanks’s small panic.

“In trouble, Captain?” Yasopp asks teasingly and Shanks sighs as they sail back to the island’s dock.

“Hopefully not too much..” The redhead says, but before he can go look for you inside the ship, people call for him. ‘Dammit.’ What’s worse, he feels your gaze on him. It’s harsh, and he resists the urge to shiver. He needs to go find you, but he should calm his subordinates first. He hops off of the ship and, again, a woman hugs his waist. She clings to him happily and he puts his hand on her hip, trailing it up to pat her back. “See? I told you everything would be fine.” He tells everyone.

“You took care of him so easily! We have to have a celebration!” One of the men say and Shanks, for the first time in a long while, actually feels not that excited for a celebration. He’s always excited to drink, of course, but the longer he keeps you waiting the worse things are going to be.

“A celebration for beating such a weak pirate?” He asks, raising a brow. “You sure you aren’t just using me as an excuse to party?”

“Nonsense! Our chief saving our island and people is always a cause for celebration!” The man responds and everyone cheers.

‘This isn’t working out.’ Shanks thinks to himself. “That sounds great but I should get going.”

“Ehhh? Already?” They all yell. “We wanted to thank you for saving us though!”

“Yeah, sorry. No need to thank me either, it’s my fault a big shot came to this island.” The captain continues to try and escape from the people, picking up a few women to place them further back. Beckman watches this, amused. He almost considers letting the redhead deal with this himself, but alas, he is the first mate and he is supposed to help the captain.

“C'mon everyone, let the Captain rest.” Beckman tells them, patting one of them on the back while he motions for the other townspeople to leave as well.

“Yeah, don’t tire him out now, he’s gonna need his energy!” Lucky Roux says knowingly with a laugh, making Shanks cringe.

“Well, okay. See you later Chief!” The women and men say, a few giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once they’re gone Shanks sighs in relief, then slowly trails his vision over to you, sweating as he notices an even more insincere smile on your face. You narrow your eyes sinisterly and head inside the ship. He curses and quickly makes his way inside too.

“We’ll save you a seat, Captain!” Lucky yells to him.

“Yeah, and we’ll make sure it’s cushioned too!” Yasopp adds and they all start to laugh, voices fading as Shanks follows you. He trails through the halls and eventually finds you, grabbing your shoulder to turn you towards him.

“Heyyyy!” He says with a friendly voice, “You know they don’t mean anything to me, right, love? Well not ‘anything’ but not like you-” He’s interrupted as you grab his collar and pull him into a rough kiss. He takes a step back, and you pin him to the wall. He shivers slightly as your tongue slips into his mouth and his into yours, intertwining the two muscles. Shanks grips onto your arm and groans softly when you lick the roof of his mouth. With that, you pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment. His face flushed as he catches his breath, voice full of anxious hope. “...Is this a sign you’re not that mad at me…?” The redhead asks, panicking as one of your hands slips under his shirt and grips tightly onto his waist. Your eyes narrow and your smile widens.

“What do you think?”

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“Hah~ nnGH~!” Shanks groans into the pillow, clutching the sheets beside his head like a lifeline as you slam into his lifted hips mercilessly. He’s already cum twice, you once, sweat glistening on his back as the muscles tense under your hand with every thrust. Your other hand goes to his hair and pulls his head up, his mind swimming as you lean over him.

“Don’t hide now, thought you loved the attention?” Your voice rumbles into his ear and his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back for a second when an especially hard pump hits his prostate harshly.

“s..sorry soRRy- AHh~!” Shanks moans with a gasp as you spank him, the hand on his back moving to squeeze one of his pecs.

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for. How could I blame my lover for being himself? Even if he’s an attention whore.” You pinch his swollen nipple harshly, sending pain and pleasure through his body. “I’ll give you the attention you crave, enough to feel it when you show yourself off to everyone else.” Shanks thinks about being in front of his subordinates, trying to hide the pain in his lower half and cover any marks made by you. The feeling of him squeezing around you makes you chuckle. “You liked that, didn’t you? The thought of them finding out their strong chief got fucked like a slut then tried going to their celebration like it didn’t happen. Wonder what those girls would think, knowing that. They probably think or even remember you as some dominant man. Fantasizing about you when the truth is you’re addicted to getting used by your boyfriend.” You grab and lift his torso up, wrapping your arms around his waist so you can pound into him so hard he forgets how to think; only able to let out a weak groan as he cums for the 3rd time. All that comes out of his mouth are moans and whines now, unable to form words as tears form in his eyes from overstimulation. That doesn’t matter though, you know he can keep going. “Is my pretty slut tired? You can give me one more, right?” You ask and he shakes his head, gasping when you press a hand on his lower stomach. “You can, don’t underestimate yourself.” Shanks whines as you suck a hickey into his back, whispering dirty praises into his ear until he’s aroused enough to get hard again. “There you go~” He feels like he’s about to collapse as you kiss the back of his neck. “C’mon, be good for me, Captain.” You stop to grind into him, making him groan at the feeling of your dick massaging his prostate. Your cum is pushed further into him and his dick twitches in pleasure.

“(Y/n)..” His voice rumbles as his eyes close, mind clearing up just enough to say your name.

“Turn your head.” You tell him and press your lips against his, his eyes going half lidded with a mewl as you start to thrust again. He’s kissing back despite his foggy head, instinct from making out with you. It’s not done yet though, and once you feel like he’s had enough time to calm you start getting rough again. He’s struggling to keep himself up, your arm wrapping around his waist the only thing keeping his hips lifted.

‘I’m.. gonna pass out.’ Shanks manages to think. ‘Feels too good…!’ He curses that he didn’t take care of Kid sooner, instead choosing to calm the nerves of the people first. Out of character for the captain, but he can’t think rationally when he’s getting fucked to an inch of his life and his love is upset with him. His orgasm starts to form inside of him and he pulls away from the kiss to pant. He’s gonna die, he’s gonna die and it’s because he’s too handsome and charming to be unpopular. Your voice reaches his ears, but his brain can’t make it out very well, just knowing that it’s you behind him. At least you’re the one that’ll kill him, this might not be so bad. He lets out a gasp when you twitch inside him then grab his dick. "W-Wait wait!” He’s able to cum untouched, but he’ll need a bit of help this time. He grabs your wrist, weakly tugging to no avail as you start to jerk him off. Shanks looks back at you with teary eyes, pleading.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just this last time. After that you can go to that party and pretend you’re a perfect handsome man. For now,” It doesn't work. You tighten your grip and he sobs. “I just need you to cum again for me.” He looks forward, tears streaming from his eyes as he feels himself reaching that peak again. Finally, he lets out a loud broken cry as he shakes and spasms around you. “Fuck you’re so pretty like this.” You coo into his ear as it rips through him like lightning, pain and pleasure filling his body. You can’t hold back longer either, the urge to cum into him again filling your mind. Your grunts mix with his weak whimpers, so slutty and vocal for you. “I-I want you to remember this, everytime someone puts their hands or eyes on you with want, I want you to remember how easily you moan for my c-cock.” You grunt out, ending your sentence with your dick shooting cum into his warm walls. You don’t know if he heard you say that, but you know his body will remember for him. After a while of catching your breath you pull out of him, a lewd sticky noise accompanying before seeing your cum flow out of him. “Fuck, what a sight..." You mumble, burning the image into your head. Sweat glistens on his back and his head spins before he goes limp. “Ah.” You lay him down and turn him over onto his back, your breath catching in your throat. His hair sticks to his forehead, tears staining his face and his lips swollen with kissing and biting. There’s hand marks on his waist and hips, bite marks around his swollen nipples. He’s completely wrecked, his closed eyes opening just to look at you for a few seconds before he manages to give a weak smile; then he passes out. “Oops.” You exclaim, then look at the clock in the room. At this rate he’s gonna be late, but looking back at him you doubt he can go in this state; even if the thought is slightly nice to think about. Just a bit. Plus, your body is also a bit exhausted, to be honest. Love conquers all, though, and you get off of the bed and onto your feet; picking up your unconscious boyfriend to clean him up as best you can. It’s a bit difficult when he’s unconscious, but you make sure to use warm water and lots of care. He stays asleep the entire time, which isn't too surprising since he can sleep through most things; though he does make cute hums in his sleep when you rinse off his hair and snores when you’re drying him off. Once he’s all cleaned up you change the sheets quickly and place him onto the bed. It’s a good thing you’re strong, Shanks isn’t light by any means. You stand there, staring at him. ‘Is he.. gonna be able to go like this?’ You ask yourself, seeing his burnt out body. ‘I’ll go see Hongo just in case.’ As soon as you step into Hongo’s office he tosses icepacks and ointments to you.

“Here.” He’s too used to you and Shanks’s antics to be unprepared or surprised, especially when he could hear his captain’s moans while walking through the hallway to get to his office. “Seriously, I don’t know if I should be impressed with him or you that you guys manage to make that much noise. We even put soundproofed it too.” Hongo says with a sigh.

“I’m just that good.” You gloat jokingly, holding the items in your arms.

“Yeah, well, we don’t need to know to this extent.” The doctor replies and you laugh a little. “I don’t know how rough you were with him, but people are gonna be disappointed if the captain doesn’t go.” Your eyebrows furrow s the consequences of your actions settle in. “Don’t make that expression. He’s grown, he knew what he was doing.” You tilt your head in confusion but Hongo just waves you off to figure it out yourself. It’s when you get back to your shared room when you put the pieces together, could it have been on purpose? No way, right? Shanks is on the bed, snoring loudly. You walk over and put an icepack on his neck, causing him to jolt awake.

“Cold!” He yelps, coughing afterwards from the strain of his voice. You hand him a glass of water, he takes it and gulps it down. “Thanks, sweetiepie.” You stare at him and he’s confused. “What, do I have something on my face? Other than handsomeness, of course.” His voice is raspy, but you still catch the slight nervousness.

“Did you make me jealous on purpose?” You ask him and he quickly avoids eye contact. “So you did.” He scratches the back of his head.

“I didn’t think you would get that jealous.” The redhead mumbles and you resist the urge to shake him.

“I knew it was weird, you were leaning into those kisses and you didn’t need to put your hand near her ass either.” You pinch the bridge of your nose as Shanks laughs anxiously. He pats his lap.

“C’mon~ It’s not that big a deal. Plus, my hand was an appropriate distance away from her ass. I would kn-” You grab and squeeze his nose harshly. “Owowow sorry sorry, I couldn’t resist the joke!” If he wasn’t already a wreck you would’ve bonked his head by now.

“You’re going to the banquet.” You state, letting go of his nose.

“I want to, but I’m a little.. well..” He motions to his naked body covered in marks. “I’m getting old too, my hips hurt like hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if you aged them.”

“I said earlier that you would go, yeah? So you’re going. I’ll carry you over there like a pretty princess if I have to.” You tell him and he gets a serious look on his face as he actually considers the pros and cons of being carried like a pretty princess. The pros are he doesn’t have to walk over there and he can just use you instead of having to get up, the cons are that his crew would make fun of him and he isn’t sure how the rest would react. “You seemed pretty interested in people finding out earlier.” His cheeks tint slightly at that, he would allow it if it was just his immediate crew but there’s too many reasons to not do the same in front of everyone else.

“I’ll go, you can carry me some other time.” He stands up and almost falls over until you catch him. “Shit, you did a bigger number than me than I thought.” Shanks doesn’t want to leave everyone hanging though. Thankfully, you two are used to this. You put him down on the bed and put ointment on any bigger marks or bites, he shivers a little when you put it on his nipples. Once that’s done you dress him up and ice his eyes and lips. “Can’t see.” He says as the icepack covers his vision, voice muffled by the one on his lips.

“Hold it.” You tell him and he takes over icepack duty, you take the chance to put makeup over any visible marks. Would be easier to just button up his shirt but that would cause way more attention than a few faint marks. Once everything’s done he puts the icepacks down. To be honest, his face still looks like a mess.

“Maybe we can put some lipstick on me, only if you kiss it on tho-” You put the icepack back on his lips. Should be fine, Shanks looks a little rough all the time anyway. Maybe you guys can say it was the heat that did it.

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“Woohoo! Congratulations!” Yeah the excuse didn’t work. At least everyone was happy for you, even the women from before. They seemed really bummed at first but they changed their mind when they saw Shanks’s face and the faint marks. They started going to you instead or staring at Shanks in awe. Apparently it’s way more interesting to stare at a handsome man slightly wrecked than try and have him when he’s taken. Love conquers all, even if their curious stares are a little embarrassing.

Yeah I'm cooked lol its due in like 6 hours.

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The Prince pt.2

(Alastor x prince of hell! Reader)

Warnings: couple fight, kinda depression but nothing major, ehhh I think thats it.

Also Alastor might be a bit OOC but like who cares let me be delusional🫡

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It has been two months now since you and your dad visited your sisters hotel and you met Alastor.

Since then life has been amazing. You and Alastor continued to meet up in coffee shops and bars.

Of course you didn't tell your father since he would freak out.

However is has happened don more than one occasion that you spent the night in Alastors room at the hotel telling your father that you were just visiting Charlie.

Nothing happened of course since Alastor was asexual, and it took quite some time to get him comfortable with physical touch in general.

After he got used to it though it turned out he loved it. Only with you, but he loved it.

One of your favorite activities together is, in fact, cuddling.

Which you were doing right now as well you sitting in his lap in one of his arm chairs both of you reading books.

Alastor stopped reading for a second, and looked at you.

Since the meeting at the hotel a lot has happened. A lot that surprised even him. He has no idea he could get into e relationship let alone with someone as amazing as you.

Around the beginning of the second month into your relationship you got into a fight.

You wanted him to drop the act and open up to you because if he doesn't this relationship will never work.

And obviously he didn't want to. He has spent years building up his very carefully crafted facade. And who knew if you would still love him.

After that argument you didn't see each other for a week. Which was hell for alastor. Yes, he lived there but being away from you showed him what it was like for other people.

The pain in his heart was something he has never felt before, perhaps when his mother died but that was so long ago he could barely remember.

He woke up with that blinding pain in his chest and he thought is was just a temporary thing, so he went along his day.

Only to notice that the pain did not lessen or go away. It was there constantly and got worst whenever someone mentioned you.

After 3 days spent like this he could take it no more he went to you fathers house and requested to see you.

He knew that Lucifer didn't know you guys were together but he didn't care at this point he needed to see you and frankly he refused to do it over a little buzzing box.

Your father was of course as confused as one can be. What the fuck was the radio demon doing here wanting to talk to you.

They were about to get into another fight when you turned up.

Alastor froze when he saw you.

You were, even nicely speaking, a mess. Your hair was not as well kept the sleepless nights could be seen in your eyes, and you were wearing your pjs, which was one of Alastors shirts, from the few he owned.

Alastors didn't even spare another glance at your father he pushed him out of the way took your hand and led you to your room where you guys talked things out.

He didn't open up fully, but he stopped grinning. Which was already a huge step for him.

He promised, though, to open up to you more and more he just needed time.

And you were ok with that.

After he finished his sentence you leaped into his arm and kissed him which he eagerly returned. Missing the feeling of your lips on his.

"Alastor?"

He was staring at you. For a long time now and you were getting worried.

"Are you ok?" You asked while cupping his cheek.

He took the hand that was on his cheek and kissed your palm that put that hand on his chest where his heart would be if he had one.

"Oh, I'm quite alright dear, just thinking." He answered than leaned in for a kiss.

Your lips met and this kiss was not quite like the others.

Alastor but all the feelings he couldn't say into that one kiss stealing your breath. You felt the things he was to closed off to share and you understood why it would take him time.

After you parted you gave him another quick kiss which made him chuckle.

"WHERE IS THAT RADIO DEMON SON OF A BITCH"

Oh, yeah when Alastor visited you, Lucifer found out about you two, and since than...well lets just say Alastor enjoys tempting him with it to no end.

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YOU GUYS ASKED FOR A PART TWO, AND I DELIVERED😎

No cuz in all seriousness my hazbin fics have gotten so much love and I just wanna thank you guys so much😭🧡🧡

I hope you enjoyed your reading Ladies, gentleman and other, good afternoon good evening and good night.🦖🧡

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