#and when you're the 'first responder.' well. you do just that. ya respond. because there's nobody else to do it.

[cumironi]

warning. fem! reader, daddy kink! toji, fingering, degrading, you give him viagra.

toji fushiguro has never felt this way before in his life. he’s always been a sexually charged man— always had a high libido, but this? this is becoming ridiculous. he’s not sure what the cause of it is, but he’s sitting at his desk at work. his fingers mindlessly type away at the keyboard, hand fiddling with the mouse, but his thoughts are only on one thing.

why on earth is he feeling so hot? fuck, and why is his cock so hard? why are beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead? he glances at the clock feverishly, muttering a curse to himself as he realises he’s only two hours into an eight hour shift. fuck, what does he do? what does he do?

the first thing he can think of is you, grabbing his phone with slightly shaky hands as he opens up your contact and presses on the call button. he glances around, making sure nobody in the office is close enough to hear, and listens to it ring. the moment you pick up, you hardly get a greeting out before he’s hissing into the receiver.

“alright, ya’ fuckin’ brat, what’d ya do?”

your response on the other end is a stifled giggle and a denial of responsibility on your part. he curls his upper lip, knowing immediately that that laugh means you do have something to do with this.

“don’t fuck around with me, girl, i know it’s your doin’. now tell me, what did you do, why is my cock so damn hard right now?”

you let out another small giggle, shaking your head even though he can't see you through the phone. you lean back against your pillows, stretching out comfortably as you reply in a light, teasing tone. “aw, poor baby. having some... trouble down there?” you ask innocently, drawing out the last word for emphasis. you can practically picture the scowl on his face, which only makes you grin wider.

“maybe if you're a good boy and beg nicely, i'll tell youuu..” you trail off suggestively, enjoying the power you seem to have over him in this moment. a thrill runs through you at the thought of reducing such a strong, confident man to pleading for relie— and all from the comfort of your own bed, no less.

he grunts, rolling his eyes at your innocent act. how you think you can fool him, he doesn't know. maybe because you're so fucking young? whatever the reason, it's working. he feels his cock throbbing in agreement with your suggestion, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“beg, huh? alright then, princess,” his voice drops to a low purr, “on your knees for me, sugar. show me just how much you want to help your big bad toji.” he chuckles, shifting in his seat as he waits for your response. he knows you won't disappoint— not when there's fun to be had.

you smirk to yourself, quite pleased with how easily you've gotten under his skin. you sit up straighter, crossing your legs primly as you respond in a sweet, sing-song voice.

“ohhhh toji, you know i'd love to! but...” you draw out the word dramatically, “...i don't think i will. after all, i'm comfy right where i ammm.”

you giggle again, delighting in the frustrated noise he makes on the other end of the line. you can almost feel the heat of his glare through the phone, and it sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

“besides, didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude to make demands? if you wanna play, you gotta learn some manners first,” you punctuate your words with a wink, even though he can't see it.

his eyes narrow, the annoyance clear in his gaze as he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “well isn't that just fucking rich? demanding manners from someone who clearly hasn't learned them yet themselves.”

he lets out a huff, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. but despite himself, he can't help but smile at your antics. “fine then, brat. how ’bout this? how ‘bout i give you a little taste of what you're denying me?”

there's a pause as he takes a moment to adjust himself, the sound of rustling fabric filling the silence between you both. he clears his throat, his voice dropping lower still. “how ‘bout i take matters into my own hands instead?”

you bite your lip, trying to suppress the excited flutter in your stomach at his words. you can practically imagine the sight of those large, capable hands wrapping around his thick length, and it sends a wave of warmth pooling between your thighs.

“that sounds... tempting,” you admit, your voice dropping to match his sultry tone. “but i'm still comfortable here. and besides, i'm not sure how well you handle rejection...”

you let the implication hang in the air, knowing full well how much it would irk him. you can already picture the look of stubborn determination on his face— the same look he gets whenever he sets his mind to something.

he snorts, a hint of amusement lacing his voice despite the growing irritation. “rejection? from you? well, ain't that just a fucking shame. please, kid, you don't know the first thing about turning me down.”

his fingers drum impatiently against his thigh, the tension in his body palpable. “look, i'm giving you a choice here. either you get off that damn bed and come play with me, or i'll just have to find my own release. and trust me, it won't be pretty.”

there's a dangerous edge to his words, a promise of things to come if you continue to deny him. he's not used to being teased like this, and it's starting to grate on his nerves. but goddamn if it's not also turning him on more than he cares to admit.

you shiver at the threat in his voice, a thrill of excitement mixed with a touch of fear. you know exactly what kind of'release' he's referring to—and the thought of it has your core clenching with need.

“ohhh, I'm shaking in my boots,” you tease, trying to keep your voice steady despite the ache building inside you. “but you know what they say, baby... pride comes before a fall.”

you pause, letting the weight of your words sink in. “and honestly? i'm not sure i'd want to be around for the aftermath of your tantrum. seems like it might get messy...” you trail off, leaving the invitation open-ended. you're playing with fire, you know— but the thought of seeing him lose control, of witnessing the raw desire etched across his features, is too enticing to resist.

his patience snaps like a twig underfoot. “fuck it,” he growls, standing abruptly and pacing the room in agitation. “i‘ve had enough of your games, brat.”

he stops in front of the window, gazing out at the cityscape below as he tries to regain his composure. “listen up, kiddo. i’m coming over. and when i do, we’re gonna forget all about these silly little teases and get down to business.”

there's a finality to his tone, an unspoken command that brooks no argument. he's made up his mind, and now it's time for you to comply. “be ready,” he adds, his voice low and warning. “or else.”

your heart pounds in your chest at his declaration, a mix of anxiety and anticipation swirling within you. you quickly scramble off the bed, your feet hitting the floor with a soft thud as you rush to prepare yourself.

“or else what?” you challenge lightly, attempting to mask the tremble in your voice. “you gonna spank me like a naughty child? or maybe you'll just have to punish me some other way...” you let your words hang in the air, suggesting all manner of punishments that send a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins. you know you're pushing him, testing his limits—but part of you craves the chaos that follows such reckless behavior.

he laughs, but there's no humor in it. “don't tempt me, girl,” he warns, each syllable dripping with barely restrained lust. “because believe me, when i get my hands on you, you won't be sitting down for a week.”

he hangs up without another word, leaving you staring at the phone in disbelief. seconds later, there's a sharp knock at the door, followed by the jangle of keys. he must have kept a spare set, you realize, your heart leaping into your throat as the door swings open and he fills the frame.

he looks pissed. and turned on. and maybe a little bit crazy. “hello, sweetheart,” he drawls, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind him with a resounding click. “ready to pay for all that attitude?’

he stalks towards you, a predatory glint in his eye.

your breath catches in your throat as he approaches, the air charged with tension and expectation. you stand frozen in place, unable to tear your gaze away from the fierce intensity in his eyes.

“i... i don't know,” you reply coyly, tilting your head to the side as you feign innocence. “attitude's kinda my thing. what makes you think i'd want to change?” you take a step back, retreating until your back presses against the wall. the cool surface provides a stark contrast to the heat radiating off your flushed skin.

he closes the distance between you in two long strides, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head as he looms over you. his free hand finds your hip, gripping it possessively as he leans in close.

“oh, i‘ll make you want to change,” he promises darkly, his breath hot against your ear. “i‘ll make you beg for it, princess. i‘ll make you scream so loud the whole damn neighborhood will hear you.”

he punctuates his words with a rough grind of his hips against yours, the hard bulge of his arousal pressing insistently against your stomach. “sooo, what's it gonna be, sugar? you gonna be a good girl for daddy? or do i need to teach you a lesson?” his hand slides higher, skimming along your ribcage until his thumb brushes the underside of your breast.

a gasp escapes your lips at the contact, your nipples hardening instantly beneath the thin fabric of your top. you squirm against him, feeling the throbbing pulse of his arousal against your belly.

“i... i...“ you stutter, caught between defiance and desire. “daddy? who said anything about daddies.” your protest falls flat, though, lost amidst the haze of arousal clouding your senses. you arch into his touch, seeking more friction against your sensitive flesh.

“teach me then,” you whisper, a daring gleam in your eyes. “show me how a real man handles a naughty girl.”

a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. “with pleasure,” he purrs, his grip tightening on your hip as he pulls you closer. his other hand moves lower, slipping beneath your skirt to find your panties damp with anticipation. “seems like someone's eager for their lesson,” he taunts, circling his fingertips around your swollen clit.

he pinches the sensitive nub firmly, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. but when none comes, he smirks. “good girl,” he murmurs approvingly, his fingers continuing their torturous dance.

“now why don't you show daddy how much you want this?” he coos, leaning in to capture your bottom lip between his teeth. “bend over and spread those legs nice and wide.” a whimper escapes you as his fingers work their magic, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body. you're already so wet, so desperate for more of his touch.

“please,” you breathe, the word falling from your lips unbidden. “i need... i need...” you trail off, unable to articulate the overwhelming hunger consuming you. instead, you obey his command, turning and bracing your hands against the wall. you look back at him over your shoulder, your eyes hazy with lust.

“like this, daddy?” you ask feigned innocent, slowly bending at the waist and arching your back. you reach back with one hand to lift your skirt, revealing the soaked patch of fabric clinging to your ass. “is this what you wanted?” you purr, spreading your thighs wider in blatant invitation.

a guttural groan spills from his throat at the sight before him. “fuck yes,” he growls, stalking forward to press himself against your exposed rear.

his large hands cup your ass cheeks, kneading the supple flesh roughly as he grinds his rock-hard erection against your panty-covered cleft. “such a pretty little slut for me,“ he praises, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

without warning, he yanks your panties aside and plunges two thick fingers into your dripping channel. “god, you're so fucking tight,” he grits out, pumping his digits in and out of you at a brutal pace.

he curls them slightly, stroking that spot inside you that makes your knees buckle. “come on, baby,” he urges, his voice low and commanding. “ride my fingers like a good girl.”

a high-pitched moan tears from your throat as he penetrates you, your inner muscles spasming around his invading digits. the combination of pain and pleasure sends you spiraling into a frenzy of desire. “yes, yes, please!” you chant, pushing back against his hand shamelessly.

your pussy clenches greedily around his fingers, soaking them in your juices as he fucks you relentlessly. the sounds of your own arousal fill the room—moans, whimpers, the obscene squelch of his fingers moving in and out of your cunt.

“‘m going to cum,” you warn, your voice strained and breathless. “if you keep doing that, i'm going to cum all over your hand.”

a wicked grin spreads across his face at your confession, his thrusts becoming even more insistent. “then let go, sugar,” he encourages, adding a third finger to stretch and fill you further.

he quickens the pace, driving into you with a relentless rhythm designed to push you over the edge. “let me see how much you love being fucked by daddy,” he taunts, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own growing arousal.

the sensation of his teeth on your skin only heightens the pleasure coursing through you, making your orgasm that much more imminent. “that's it, just like that, gooddd, ” he coaches, feeling your walls clench and flutter around his fingers.

a keening cry splits the air as your climax crashes over you, waves of intense pleasure ripping through your body. your pussy convulses around his fingers, milking them for every drop of satisfaction they can provide.

“toji!” you scream his name, the single syllable carrying the weight of your surrender. your entire world narrows down to the feeling of his hand inside you, coaxing every last tremor of bliss from your quivering frame.

gradually, the aftershocks subside, leaving you limp and panting against the wall. “fuck,” you curse weakly, trying to catch your breath. “what did you do to me?”

a satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he watches you come undone under his touch. “just warming you up for the main event,” he teases, pulling his slickened fingers free from your spent pussy with a lewd pop.

he brings his glistening digits to his lips, licking them clean with a lascivious grin. “but we're not done yet, brat,” he says, his voice laced with promise. “it's time for daddy to get some attention.”

he steps back momentarily, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside. his shirt follows suit, revealing the chiseled expanse of his chest and abdomen. he unbuckles his belt with deliberate slowness, letting you take in the full extent of his arousal. “spread those legs wider,” he commands, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants.

a shiver runs through you at the sight of his bare form, his muscles rippling as he moves. there's something undeniably primal about seeing him like this, stripped bare and ready for you. a shaky laugh bubbles from your lips, still tingling from the aftermath of your orgasm. you glance back at him over your shoulder, taking in the sight of his naked lower half.

“like this?” you ask, parting your thighs even further, exposing yourself fully to his hungry gaze. “is this enough for you, daddy?”

you watch as he discards the rest of his clothes, his muscular physique on full display. the throbbing bulge in his groin draws your attention like a magnet, its size promising pleasures untold.

“are you going to fuck me now?” you ask, tilting your head to the side and giving him a coy smile. “because i really hope so,” you added, your voice dripping with feigned nonchalance. “after all, ‘m just a naughty girl looking to satisfy her daddy.”

a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, his eyes darkening with raw lust. “naughty girl indeed,” he agrees, prowling forward until he's standing directly behind you.

his hands roam over your hips, gripping your flesh possessively as he positions himself at your entrance. “but daddy has other plans for you,” he whispers, pressing the head of his cock against your drenched folds.

he gives a slow, measured thrust, sinking into you inch by delicious inch. “feel that, sugar?” he asks, pausing to allow you to adjust to his size. "that's just the tip."

a gasp tears from your throat as he finally fills you completely, stretching you in ways you never knew possible. the sensation of being so utterly claimed by him leaves you breathless, your mind spinning with pleasure.

“oh god,” you moan, clutching at the wall for support. “you're so big... always so big,” you trail off, lost in the exquisite agony of having him buried inside you. he doesn't move for several long moments, allowing you to acclimate to his presence. the tension coiling within you is almost unbearable, each beat of your heart echoing the throbbing pulse of his cock pulsating inside your clenching walls.

“move,” you beg, finally finding your voice, “please, fuck me already.”

a smirk tugs at his lips at your plea, his hands tightening their grip on your waist. with a fluid motion, he begins to withdraw, only to slam back into you with bruising force.

each thrust hits deeper than the last, driving you further onto the edge of sanity. “like that?” he asks, punctuating his words with another punishing thrust. “does daddy feel good inside you?”

he sets a ruthless pace, fucking you with a precision that borders on cruel. every stroke sends shocks of pleasure radiating through your body, lighting up your nerves like fireworks on the fourth of july.

“you're so tight around me,“ he growls, leaning over your back to whisper in your ear. “so wet, soooo perfect.”

a strangled whimper escapes your lips as he hammers into you, the sheer intensity of his movements threatening to reduce you to a quivering mess. the sound of your bodies colliding echoes throughout the room, a symphony of carnal desires.

“mhm, oh god yes,” you moan, bracing yourself against the wall as he continues to ravage you. “so bigggg, daddy.” you reach back to grab hold of his ass, urging him to pound into you harder, faster. the sensation of his thick length splitting you open is overwhelming, sending jolts of ecstasy shooting through your veins with every brutal thrust.

“i can't...” you pant, struggling to find the words amidst the haze of pleasure clouding your mind. “i can't hold on much longer...“

a surge of possessive pride courses through him at your admission, fueling his desire to claim you entirely. “hold on, sugar,” he grates out, his voice rough with lust. “daddy's not done with you yet.”

he pulls back slightly, only to ram into you with renewed vigor. the angle of his thrusts hits that sweet spot inside you, triggering an avalanche of pleasure that threatens to engulf you whole.

“come for me again,” he demands, biting down on your shoulder to mark you as his once more. “show daddy how much you want it.” he quickens his pace, his hips snapping forward with abandon. the slap of flesh against flesh grows louder, the sound mixing with your cries to create a lewd chorus of carnality.

a keening wail tears from your throat as he strikes that perfect chord within you, sending you spiraling toward obliviation once more. the coil of pleasure inside you tightens, ready to snap at any moment.

“toji!” you scream his name, your voice cracking with need. “i'm gonna—”

your sentence cuts off abruptly as your orgasm washes over you, tearing through you with the force of a tidal wave. your inner walls clamp down hard on his cock, milking him for everything he's worth.

“fuck! fuck!“ you sob, riding out the waves of your climax, “’m cumming, ’m cumming!”

a guttural groan rips from his throat as your velvety walls spasm around him, the rhythmic squeezing pushing him closer to the brink. “that's it, baby,” he praises, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “milk daddy's cock.”

he continues to thrust through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until it borders on pain. “such a good little slut,” he growls, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. he yanks your head back, forcing you to arch your spine as he pounds into you mercilessly.

with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you. a hoarse shout tears from his lips as he finds his own completion, his seed spurting forth to paint your insides white.

the sensation of him filling you up, marking you as his, is indescribable. your entire body trembles with the aftershocks of your orgasm, your legs growing weak beneath you.

“oh goddd,” you pant, collapsing against the wall for support. “you're so deep... so full, daddy.”

the warmth of his cum flooding your womb sends another ripple of pleasure coursing through you, extending your high well past its natural end. you can't help but push back against him, desperate for every last drop of his essence.

you lean back against him, feeling his strong arms wrap around your waist. the warmth of his body pressed against yours, coupled with the lingering throbs of pleasure coursing through your veins, is simply heavenly.

a satisfied sigh escapes him as he slowly eases out of you, his cock slipping free with a wet pop. he turns you gently in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest.

“feeling better now, brat?“ he teases, his voice still laced with the remnants of his satisfaction. “or do you need some more of daddy's special attention?” he nuzzles into your neck, planting a series of gentle kisses along your sensitive skin. despite the harshness of their lovemaking, there's a tenderness in his touch that speaks volumes about his affection for you.

“you're amazing when you come undone like that,” he murmurs, his hands roaming over your curves with reverence. “always so responsive.”

a contented hum vibrates in your throat as he holds you close, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. the tender kisses he plants on your neck send pleasant shivers down your spine, a stark contrast to the intense passion of mere moments ago.

“i think i might need a little more,” you admit, tilting your head to grant him better access. “just to make sure all that pent-up energy is drained away properly.”

you thread your fingers through his hair, guiding his lips to the crook of your neck where you know he loves to suck and bite. “and maybe some cuddles afterwards,” you add, a playful glint in your eye. you press yourself even closer to him, savoring the solid warmth of his body against yours. your fingers finding his nipple, pinch the hardened bud in between.

a low chuckle rumbles in his chest at your request, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “cuddles, huh? you're really milking this ‘needy’ thing for all it's worth, aren't you?”

he captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your gasp as his tongue delves into your mouth. the nip of his teeth on your bottom lip has you whimpering into the embrace, your fingers tangling deeper in his hair.

breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, pausing to suck a dark bruise into your skin before moving lower. “as for that pent-up energy,” he murmurs, his hot breath washing over your collarbone, “daddy's got just the thing.”

he drops to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs as he pushes them apart. “spread those pretty legs again for me, sugar.”

[mina-org]

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five you're reading part six!!

Seriously? Fuck this shit

You can’t move the frown, it’s stuck to you. What were you supposed to do? you had refused to go out with sabre because you didn’t have any money and now no electricity, your phones dead, you can’t even text him:(

Soon enough the clock strikes 12, a knock echoes through your apartment.

sabre is here and he’s gonna think you’re an idiot!

This is a great start, perfect.

Before you can unlock the door he’s letting himself in, “love you gotta keep the spare in a better place, ya lucky it’s just me.” Soon enough his shoulders are brushing past yours, heading to the kitchen.

“I picked up some food for us lovie, didn’t want ya cooking for me ‘nd hosting,” everything he does is so natural, it’s like he’s been here before and he’s not said anything about the electric situation, maybe because it’s daylight so he’s not noticed? Maybe it’s because the windows let enough light in? But you haven’t messaged him, he’s probably thinking you’re rude and now you’re being completely silent.

"im really sorry for not texting or anything, my electric isnt on and my phone is dead." you blurt out fast, your chest tightens a little, scared of his judgement, first you cant pay for coffee and now you asked him to come over and it looks like you didn't pay your electric:(

"its alright lovie, just gotta light some candles, it'll add to the mood 'nd add to the mood." he coaxes a nod out of you and you're meet with a smile. "good, now lovie I got a portable charger in the car, can get it for ya? dont want you ignoring me too much alright? and you dish out the food for us, yeah?"

"yes please, that'll be great." you soon return his smile, looking up at him! its perfect, he loves a damsel, especially one in distress(ignoring the fact he and his bros are the reason for it but thats none of your business)

Kyle searches through his car and puts his phone on mute, and changes Simon's name on his phone, doesnt want you to see Johnny simon, and price on his phone and put one and one together. the thought of johnny's tech fumble still gives him a giggle. that man hides his intelligence so, so well.

soon enough hes back upstairs, placing the charging brick on a side table before wrapping his arms around you, bringing into his chest and snapping a picture, "it'll be good for a scrapbook love, 'nd I wanna show off my pretty girl to my friends." he informs you and usually you'd protest but sabre was a breathe of fresh air, he was everything you wanted in simon and you didnt have to beg for it.

soon enough tea light candles are scattered across the table, charting out the new constellations that'll shine over you sabre, no, no, no.

You're getting ahead of yourself, you've known sabre for like 30 minutes? can't plan your wedding right now, when he goes home though? free range!!!

"so um, I thought we could like do a little painting dating, I grabbed a couple of canvases and stuff."

"great! I see this stuff all over 'nd I never 'ad anyone to do it with." sabre responds eagerly, he settles into his seat

"what are ya gonna paint?"

"not sure yet" you stare at the colours and suddenly you've never seen anything before.

"have ya seen the hand one? like we both have a colour and than I press my hand on the canvas 'nd than you do it over mine" he suggests.

do you just wanna compare hand size? you tilt your head to the side.

"yeah, but this way ill have a painting for when ya busy, unless youre willing to give me a hand, love?" he nods, admitting it with a laugh, you notices theres a hint of embarrassment, "'m a clingy bugger love, hope that's alright."

you nod at his words, "me too" you say simply and sabre starts picking out colours.

"you wanna be purple love, 'nd I can be green?" you nod and sabre is soon tugging up his sleeve and passing over his hand for you to paint.

you hold his hand so gently, he can't remember the last time he was held so delicately. the mix of the sensation of bristles and cold paint sends a shiver down his spine but you hold him steady and the scent he had smelt on simon and lingered in his flat it's suddenly flooded him, moorish caramel and rich vanilla, he wants to take a bite out of you.

his hand is soon covered in the pistachio green paint and moving to press down on the canvas.

now its your turn, but sabre is already tugging your sleeve up and a gently but firm hand brushes a layer of lavender over your own hand, you and sabre chat about everything and anything, his thumb gently rubs up and down.

soon enough the painting is done and sabre's got his phone out and taking pictures of you and the creation, saying he'll post it. little do you know he's sending it to simon who's spiralling because what the fuck? you always sent those sappy videos to him and now youre doing them, with Kyle:( not him. sickening. blood rises and he wants to grab Kyle out of your flat and take back his place.

sharing has never been Simons strong point.

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[totheseok]

☆ boynextdoor reaction to you biting them

requested: no

genre: fluff ig?

warnings: none that i can think of

word count: 1.1k

a/n: more self indulgent things because I have a biting problem.

sungho:

gobsmacked

yk that really shocked face he makes where his mouth is open and his eyes are wide?

that's his face when he realises you bit him

it's a light bite but it's unexpected

you two are in the lower homes living room just chilling. sungho is playing fifa while you just mindlessly scroll on your phone. eventually you get tired of your phone and now you need your boyfriends attention. but sungho is locked in on the game and you know simply asking for his attention wouldn't work. so naturally you do what must be done. and you bite his arm. you bit him lightly but you've never bitten him before so man was s h o c k e d. he looks towards you eyes wide, mouth open and then looks at his arm, then back at you.

"hi"

"hi? did you just bite me?"

"mhm"

"why?"

you bit him again and cuddled up in his side 😌

riwoo:

goes silent

riwoo.exe has stopped responding

like remember the funnextdoor episode where he went quiet and woonhak was like "riwoo is trying to think of something funny to say"

kinda like that

riwoo gives me yapper vibes so...

you two are sitting at the table in the kitchen just enjoying some snacks while talking about your day. he's probably telling you about a new dance he's learning or something stupid that happened at dance practice. you're just listening and watching your absolute cutie patootie of a boyfriend yap away. as he's doing this you cant help but notice how cute his cheeks look. and how biteable they look.... and so to preserve your own sanity you do just that. you bite his cheek 😌. following your bite all you hear is, well, nothing. sanghyeok is just sitting staring at you with wide eyes, bite unfinished. man is shocked, flustered, flabbergasted and so much more

"riwoo?"

"..."

"baby?"

"..."

"sanghyeok?"

"..."

jaehyun:

menace pt1

bros probably going to start singing bite me ngl

but we know hes a dramatic pookie

so that too

you and jaehyun are in his room. hes studying some english. youre having the time of your life, laying with your head in his lap, watching him struggle to pronounce "yacht". you offered to help him but noooo, he can do it. refuses to let you help because he wants to prove he can do it himself and with any other word you wouldnt doubt him. he's quite good at english and hes improving rapidly but the word "yacht"... its a pain in the ass to learn at first even if english is your first language. i mean look at it it should be pronounced "ya ch t" or something. he had first said "ya ch t" and was convinced that's how it was pronounced until he looked at your face and realised he was wrong. but was going to ask for help? no? but manz could NOT figure out what else it could be.

after about 5 minutes of watching him struggle you got fed up and decided to MAKE him listen to you. so you leaned your head down. and but his thigh. surprised at first, bamboozled even. but once he realised what had happened he started giggling soon followed by you. after recovering from the laughing fit, he did not miss a single beat and started singing in that voice he uses to annoy sungho.

"its you and me in this world 내게로 다시 와 tie me"

"seriously? thats you first response?!?!"

"날 구원할 거라면 just come kiss me and bite me"

"sure but say 'yacht' first"

"HEY"

taesan:

bites back.

thats it

thats the headcanon

jk but fr

i cant find it now but theres a video of taesan biting jaehyun and bro just nommed in jaehyuns arm

which is why im 100% sure he would bite back

honestly wouldnt even be phased

its probably your love language as a couple

you and taesan were at the studio, taesan was working on some new songs while you sat nearby doing some assignments. eventually the words you were typing started floating around the screen and you didnt even know what you were typing so you decided it was a good time to take a break. but if youre taking a break then taesan should also be taking a break because 1. he was probably tired too and 2. how dare he work while youre taking a break instead of giving you attention. so you decided to give him a few minutes so that he wouldnt lose his train of though. plus he looks so cute when hes focused so...

HOWEVER a few minutes turned into 10 minutes. 10 minutes turned into 20. and eventually half an hour passed. you realised taesan wasnt about to take a break any time soon, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. you slowly crept up behind him and attacked. bro did not move. just looked at you smiled and pulled you into his lap. you may not have gotten a reaction but hey, now you get attention from your boyfriend. with no consequences... right? err❌ wrong.

"whats up?"

"you should take a break youve been working for so long. nonstop"

"okay"

"youre just going to listen? that easily?"

"hmm?" *bites you*

leehan:

menace pt2

takes it as an opportunity to flirt

teases you to no end

i keep thinking about that boynextdoor 2night video where while spinning bottle the jaehyun told him he was doing it the wrong way

and he was like ill do it how i want

so like

think abt that

you and leehan were watching a kdrama while cuddling. initially both of you were very invested and you kept fangirling over the male lead (me every time i watch unlock my boss) and leehan would laugh and jokingly complain about it. after about two more episodes you noticed that leehan hadnt said anthing in a while so you looked towards him and saw that he had dozed off. but this was unacceptable how could he leave you to watch people try to kill each other on your own. no absolutely not. this was not allowed. how dare he. you first tried slightly shaking him awake, it woke him up but he just mumbled something unintelligible and closed his eyes again. time for plan b. biting him.

it worked. quite well. too well.

"why???"

"why what?"

"baby i know i taste good but if youre hungry the gummies might serve you better"

"you left me alone to watch mr.oh be mean to my husband 😔"

"hey its ok i didnt hear anything he said about me~"

"oh god you know what go back to sleep"

[solxamber]

Saw the holiday event and wanted to give it a try!! Debated a little about which dorm to choose from but I'm gonna go with... Savanaclaw, 5, hurt/comfort!!!

Good luck with school btw, take care of yourself and take breaks if it becomes too much to handle!! Don't forget to drink water too! Wishing ya the best and lots of luck!

thank you so much 🫶🫶 i hope you're doing well too <3

Only You || Leona Kingscholar

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "It has always been you" ; Genre: Hurt/Comfort

The gardens are unusually quiet, the scent of sun-warmed grass hanging heavy in the air. Leona sits under a tree, his sharp gaze fixed on the horizon, though you know he isn't really seeing it. His shoulders are tense, his usual easy arrogance replaced by something uncharacteristically heavy.

You approach cautiously, your footsteps soft against the ground. "Leona?"

He doesn’t respond right away, his tail flicking once before settling still. Finally, he glances at you, a flash of irritation in his eyes quickly swallowed by something more guarded. "What do you want?"

"I was looking for you," you say gently, sitting beside him. "You weren’t at dinner."

"Tch. Like anyone noticed."

"I noticed."

His tail swishes again, this time more agitated. "What do you care? I'm just the lazy second prince everyone expects to screw up."

Your chest tightens at his words, the bitterness laced in them cutting deeper than you want to admit. You’ve heard the whispers—the harsh judgments thrown his way. But hearing them come from his own mouth is somehow worse.

"That's not true," you say, your voice firm. "You’re not what they say, Leona."

He scoffs, looking away. "What do you know? You think you’re the first person to try and convince me otherwise?"

You hesitate, watching the way his fingers dig into the grass as if grounding himself. "No, I don’t think I’m the first. But I mean it."

Leona doesn’t answer, his jaw tightening as he stares stubbornly at the horizon. You sigh, shifting closer to him.

"Leona, I don’t care what anyone else thinks," you continue, your tone softening. "I know you. The real you. The one who cares more than he lets on. The one who’s smart enough to outmaneuver anyone when he feels like it. The one who—"

"Stop." His voice is low, rough, like he’s holding something back.

You do, but only because his head tilts toward you, his gaze finally meeting yours. There's a vulnerability in his expression that catches you off guard—a crack in the carefully constructed armor he wears so well.

"Why do you stick around?" he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart aches at the question, the way it sounds like he’s bracing for disappointment. You reach out, your fingers brushing his, and he flinches but doesn’t pull away.

"Because it’s you," you say softly. "For me, It’s always been only you, Leona."

He stares at you, his eyes wide, the words sinking in. For a moment, he looks like he’s about to argue, to dismiss you with his usual sarcasm. But then his hand turns, his fingers curling around yours, and his head dips forward until his forehead rests against your shoulder.

You don’t say anything, letting him take what he needs. His tail flicks once, brushing against your leg, and you smile faintly, squeezing his hand.

"You’re not alone, you know," you murmur after a while. "I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere."

For a long moment, there’s only silence, the weight of his presence grounding you both. Then, quietly, he mutters, "You’re an idiot, sticking with me."

You laugh softly, resting your cheek against his hair. "Maybe. But I’m your idiot."

He huffs, but there’s a softness in it—a quiet acceptance that makes your heart feel lighter. His grip on your hand tightens, and though he doesn’t say it, you know he’s grateful.

For now, it’s enough.

Masterlist

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What I think the Batfam's love languages would be:

This is not necessarily canon, you can take this as the love languages of my personal versions of the characters if ya want-

Bruce Wayne -

How does he show his love?: I think that if you two were casually going out, seeing each other on occasion for a date but not actually officially dating or anything, he would show his love through giving gifts. I mean, it's the billionaire thing to do—just dump a bunch of money on you and let you buy stuff. Then when you started officially dating he would continue to give you gifts, but I also think he would use acts of service.. Whether that be dressing up as Batman and beating up someone who threatened you, or being Bruce Wayne and making your boss give you a promotion. Then if your relationship got extra serious, like you were moving into Wayne Manor serious, I think he would finally start to warm up to physical touch and would slowly get more touchy with you over time.

What type of love does he respond best to?: Quality time. Just having you around while he's doing mundane things, you sitting with him in the Batcave while he's working a case, going grocery shopping together. Depending on his mood he'll also respond well to words of affirmation, but if you catch him in the wrong mood he'll get annoyed and upset by them because he'll feel patronized.

Dick Grayson -

How does he show his love?: No matter what stage of the relationship, his biggest love language is always going to be acts of service. He's a people pleaser at heart, he loves doing things for others even if it's detrimental to him. If the two of you were casually going out I think that he'd use a lot of words of affirmation on you, just being really sweet to you in general. When you started officially dating he'd make an effort to spend as much quality time with you as possible and get a little more touchy, starting to get used to hugs, cuddling, sleeping in the same bed, etc. If you got extra serious he'd become much more comfortable with physical touch, and start to lay more heavily into his acts of service.

What type of love does he respond best to?: Words of affirmation—but only if you do it right. Dick, being the people pleaser that he is, lives for praise and being told that he's helpful and good. Words of affirmation in the sense of 'I'm proud of you', or 'You did great out there tonight,' work wonders for him. However, words of affirmation in the form of compliments about his physical appearance have an adverse affect if you're still early on in the relationship. After all, Dick gets his looks complimented a lot and most of the time it makes him uncomfortable. He'll feel like you're only looking at his body and not who he is as a person. However, he's more accepting to physical compliments when you get into a more serious relationship.

Jason Todd -

How does he show his love?: Well to be honest if you're casually going out, he.. Doesn't- I mean that early on, he has no real reason to believe that he should. After all, he's never had any experience with this sort of thing, and why would you ever want to date a literal crime boss/murderer? He thinks that you're totally a spy and that you're going to betray him or something. If you manage to progress to the officially dating stage, he'll start to open up just a tiny bit. He'll become a little more protective of you, making sure his goons won't attack you if you're out in Gotham late and 'taking care of' anyone who gives you trouble. He might get you a gift here and there, pay for dinner, but he'll still stay somewhat distant. And if you eventually manage to get to the serious stage, he will become incredibly attached, lots of quality time, lots of gifts, lots of acts of service, and SO much praise over any little thing you do.

What type of love does he respond best to?: Physical touch, but only if it's serious. To get through the first part of your relationship you pretty much just have to stick around and not be an ass, because he'll be absolutely flabbergasted that you want anything to do with him, but he'll eventually get used to it and become attached because you're the only person(that isn't the Batfam) who's been with him this long. But if it gets serious, he'll love physical touch. Hugs, cuddles, sleeping in the same bed, putting an arm around your shoulder, massaging your thighs.. Just touching you whenever he can.

Tim Drake -

How does he he show his love?: Quality time, and by quality time, I mean he stalks you. You won't know it, at least not until much later into the relationship, but if he actually likes you he'll stalk you from the beginning. Stalking your social medias, tracking your phone's location, watching you in the Batcave on the Gotham security footage. Maybe hacking into your security cams and watching you in your house/apartment if he's particularly lonely. Aside from that, early on he'll pay for dinner, buy you flowers, maybe get you some little trinkets that he finds cool.. As you start dating he'll start to help you with school/work, putting his smarts and skills to the test to help you out with things. He always seems to know when you need help, somehow? (It's the stalking). When you get serious he'll warm up to you fully and start just being his weird lil' self, no longer masking his odd behavior around you.

What type of love does he respond best to?: Physical touch(but usually only when he's sleepy), and words of affirmation. He doesn't mind physical touch usually, but it won't always do much for him except for when he's feeling sleep deprived, in which case he craves your warmth and touch. He especially needs the words of affirmation, because he's sort of lacking that in his life right now (Though, his family[-Damian lol] are trying hard to make up for that, they're working on it), and it makes him feel useful and wanted. And like his own person for once.

Damian Wayne -

How does he show his love?: In the first two stages of the relationship he won't really show that he cares, he might be a bit less aggressive to you then everyone else, but he's still not exactly the nicest. However, if you manage to get to a serious relationship, you'll have proved that you're actually there for him, and you'll notice a more dramatic change. He'll become much more open, start smiling more often, get a little more touchy, shower you with beautiful art he painted of you.. You were the one who helped him learn to be less violent, so by extension he's willing to rely on you.

What type of love does he respond best to?: Words of affirmation, because he has an ego that needs to be stroked. Even when you get serious and he becomes more open, Damian is still at his core a pretty narcissistic and arrogant guy, and he still acts on impulse thinking that he's better and smarter then any of his enemies. So, if you want him to be all flattered.. Just compliment his fighting skills.. Or, y'know, tell him how much better then Tim he is.

Y'all can add the others if you want, I don't know enough about the other characters to do them yet :]

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

How bout angel dust, Verosika and Alastor with a puppy hybrid s/o? Like, they have puppy ears and tail and has some dog like tendencies?

For example: they love to bite and play with dog toys,they bark and growl, they LOVE headpats and being called "good boy/girl"

You can remove 2 characters if it's too much.

"Good Puppy!" ; Alastor, Angel Dust, Verosika Mayday

I'll be honest here: I have no idea how you got this to happen, because this man absolutely HATES dogs, and therefore hated you when he first met you. And he's honestly quite possibly the worst one to be with as a puppy hybrid.

He was exceptionally cruel, calling you a "mangey mongrel", a "rabid mutt", and just about any cruel name for a dog under the sun.

Will try to make you act more human. He'd despise your dog features. Dogs remind him of his death, and that's something he'd rather not deal with.

If you've managed to start dating him, he'll be slightly more polite, but still make his distaste for those features very apparent to you.

"S/O, must you constantly be wiggling that furry abomination?"

It isn't that he means to be mean, but, well, in some primal way, you scare him, and he doesn't know how to cope with feeling that helpless.

If you growl or bark at him, you will ROYALLY piss him off, and he will actually need to leave to avoid either lashing out at you or having a mental breakdown.

Fortunately, with enough time and patience, he will eventually calm down and begin to regard you as safe, and not someone he needs to fear. Then he'll become noticeably kinder to you.

"Well, aren't you just a dandy little pup! Excited to see me, hm? Such a good boy/girl~."

He may have started off cold, but he's trying to be better for you now.

He isn't sure how he feels about dog toys and the like, but hey, he's a literal cannibal and serial killer, who is he to judge? As long as you're having fun.

Eventually, he'll begin to give you those headpats you so crave, realizing how happy it makes you. He can stand a bit of discomfort for your sake.

But seriously... please don't bark or growl at him, he still doesn't like the moment of panic he's forced to feel when that happens.

He wouldn't do it to you, so don't do it to him. That's his one boundary with your dog-like behavior/appearance.

Oh boy. He'd be the one constantly flirting and teasing you for your traits, but in a loving (and very NSFW) manner.

"What's with the tail, Ears? Got a pet play kink or somethin'?"

When he finds out you ACTUALLY enjoy being called a good boy, that actually sets off every single one of his teasing instincts.

Every single day, you'll hear a joke about you having a praise kink, purely because it makes Angel laugh.

But he's only teasing, of course. If you actually tell him you're uncomfortable, of course he'll stop. The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable with him.

He'll also get you dog toys and chew toys if you find them fun!

And his absolute favorite thing to do is pet your ears and ruffle your tail, especially if they're as fluffy as his chest is! He finds the sensation soothing.

If you growl at him, chances are he'll growl back at you just to mess with you.

Or he'll make a claw motion and do the little "rawr~" thing because he finds it amusing how you react when you don't know how to respond to something.

He'll also definitely tease you if your tail ever wags.

"That a tail or are ya just happy ta see me, baby boy~?"

He's a tease but... very sweet. Toward you, at least.

At first, she didn't really see the appeal of dating a puppy hybrid. She treats Vortex like a guard dog, and she initially expected you to be the same.

But of course, who could resist a cute puppy? She quickly warmed up to you, finding you absolutely adorable. Whereas Verosika is sultry and seductive, you were cute and innocent, and she loved that about you.

She'd often find herself petting your head and telling you what a good boy/girl you were, seemingly without actually consciously meaning to. She just couldn't resist, the puppy eyes were too much for her!

"Aww, S/O! Such a good boy/girl! Who's my good boy/girl? You are! Yes you are!"

Yeah, even after you start dating, that doesn't change. She still calls you that, but her affections now run even deeper.

As in, she buys you a LOT of dog toys. A lot. She doesn't know why you love them so much, but she knows she wants you to be happy, because you absolutely deserve it.

She's also greatly amused whenever you bark or growl, but shh, don't tell anyone. That isn't part of her persona!

Sometimes, when you're cuddling, she'll wrap her tail around yours and slowly wag them both, since she knows it both stimulates you and expresses affection.

She'd also probably use your barking and growling to her advantage to scare people she doesn't like off. Nine times out of ten, it works. Dogs can be pretty scary when they're not being friendly actively, and puppies are no different.

"That was amazing, S/O. You really know how to scare a little bitch off!"

You didn't really mean to scare anyone, but you were happy Verosika was happy.

She did send that person an apology note at your insistence, though, luckily.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Did Ya Miss Me?

Warnings: spit roast, dirty talk, reunited fwbs, praise kink, creampies, drinking, foursomes, hand jobs, oral sex (male)

Summary: After the battle at Wano was a success you decide to celebrate with the gang but old habits die hard when you catch Law, Kid & Luffy's eyes on you after the drinks keep flowing.

Pairings: Eustass Kidd, Law, Luffy x female reader

Words: 4,900

*banner* *masterlist* *request* @none-of-ur-business-fuck-off

*I don't know if it's any good but man Luffy is just so hard to write lol 😭 idk if I did this request any justice 😭*

When you caught them staring you couldn't help but tease them as you walked over to where they were sitting. "You all keep staring...did you miss me?" You're obviously teasing but Luffy only grins as he nods. "Yeah let's go have sex! Law and Kid wanna come too." He'll beam and your eyes widen at his boldness but it was Luffy after all. Law's eyes nearly roll out as he barks out his panic. "Dammit Straw Hat we told you to ask her first!"

Luffy rolls his eyes as he stands, shrugging off his coat, "Don't worry about it I know she'll say yes. We've known each other since we were kids there's nothing she could surprise me with." Kid scuffs as he chugs the rest of his beer, " Yeah well what about us telling you we fucked her before she joined your crew."  Luffy just laughs as he grabs a meat skewer from the table, completely not phased. "So what. Plus she told me when we were having sex one time. It was pretty fun trying to have her retell the story when she was too busy moaning."

You rolled your eyes at your friends honesty not an ounce of shame could be found between the two of you, you both were practically one in the same. The red head only scowled as he slammed down his empty mug standing tall over the rest of you. "Whatever jackass, since you know her so well let's go then."

The ever responsible doctor just flushed as he looked at you, "Are you sure?" You nod your head smiling at the way he sighs while standing. A squeal leaving you as Luffy tosses you over his shoulder. "I call last!" Luffy grins and Eustass laughs, "Why the hell would you want to go last?" Law is equally curious but decides to remain silent so Luffy can respond.

"Cause I'm gonna cum in her so much it'll wash yours out. Duhhh!" Luffy finishes by sticking his tongue out at the red head like what he said was common sense. His words and actions only made Kid scowl harder, “Dumbass.” Luffy just laughed louder as he slapped you on the ass, both men trailing behind with excitement bubbling up inside of them. You look up and wink at both men who just smirked at each other, what’s a better way to finish up a successful night like a foursome. 

Once inside Luffy tossed you down on the bed and sat up against the headboard smiling, “Okay have fun!” Luffy teased as he crossed his feet over each other. Both men wanted to move but it felt like a trap because when did the straw hat ever have patience? Never but you weren’t about to tell them that. Luffy just wanted to see what they would do first. Even though he wasn’t a patient man he would be for now, he was certain he wanted to go last. Just when it looked like both men wore you out Luffy would step in and finish you off, permanently- for the night. Just when Law and Kid think that they’ve fucked your brains out Luffy would be the one to bring you back down to earth, washing away any hint of their touch and seed on you as he takes over. 

Yeah you guys were just fuck buddies but you were also one of his closets friends and crew mate which meant he felt responsible to be the one to carry you home…metaphorically speaking of course. 

“Come on hurry up~” Luffy whined with a huff and you just laughed as you sat up on the bed to undress, tossing your shirt at him with a grin. “Awe what’s the matter Captain thought you had some patience?” Luffy laughed as he moved the shirt off his face to throw it on the floor, “Just a little~” 

“Fine. We’re gonna fuck her till she’s too exhausted to even deal with your dumbass.” Kid smirked as he shed off his clothes, your mouth watering as you watched his cock spring out from its confines. Thick and veiny, tip leaking precum that you wanted to taste, so you met him on his crawl down to the edge of the bed. Sticking your tongue out to swirl around the tip making him hiss loudly, Law shedding his clothes in the process to come up behind you. The doctor began kissing along your neck to your shoulders, trying to mark you up so you’d remember your interaction in the morning after. Luffy pouted and came over to kiss the other side of your neck, making Kid roll his eyes, “I thought you were gonna watch huh?” 

“Oh so what I’m still gonna go last, I just wanna kiss her a bit.” Luffy grinned as he nipped your ear, tongue licking against your skin. You ignored their bickering like usual and carried on sucking Kid into your mouth, Law’s amazing hands busying themselves by diving further south towards your slick folds. Luffy reaches around to grope your breasts making you groan from the mix of sensations, Law’s perfect fingers sliding their way into your wetness. “Already so wet for us hmm~” Law grinned and you just hummed around Kid’s cock making the man’s eyes roll back. 

“Oh fuck whatever you’re doing to her keep doing it.” Kid barked out feeling the way you sucked more of him in your mouth. You loved the attention that you were receiving, Law’s slender fingers curling inside of your cunt to the spot he remembered perfectly as Luffy’s calloused fingers squeezed your flesh. Kid pushed his fingers through your hair making you whine as he tilted your head a bit to get a better view of you sucking his cock. Kid licked his lips as you opened your eyes to look up at him, you knew Kidd was a sucker for eye contact, his cheeks blushing every single time. 

“I love your boobs.” Luffy mumbled as he kissed along your neck, nipping slightly at the vein there making you moan, it was muffled though as Kidd’s large cock went deeper down your throat. You loved the weight of him in your mouth, your hand going up to encircle around the base. Stroking his cock as your other hand cupped his balls, “Fuck- you always suck my cock so good.” Kid’s praise was practically a mumble as he threw his head back momentarily to contain himself before looking back down at you. 

“You look like a slut with all of us fawning over you.” Kid grumbled and despite his tone the man was trying to hold onto his resolve but you just looked so good like this. Pussy being fingered by the surgeon of death while the newly appointed Joy Boy was groping your tits and kissing your neck. Law scowled at the red head with venom in his gaze, “Don’t be so crass.” Law said and Kidd just rolled his eyes in annoyance but it quickly turned to pleasure when you applied more pressure to his cock. “Oh fuck~” Kid’s moan made you mentally smile, happy to get him to shut up. 

You wouldn’t say you were an expert or anything but you did have a gift for giving head, breathing through your nose as you sucked him in deeper. Your skilled tongue swirling all around his cock, as you pulled him out of your mouth to lick from base to tip. Teasing the tall giant of a man by giving a mock hum, “Yummy~” You taunt and the red head only tugs at your hair, “Yeah yeah~ less teasing more sucking.” Kid pouts, his ears flushing along with his cheeks. Law curled his fingers just right in your cunt to make you gasp causing the doctor to smirk, “I think you’re showing favoritism dear, how about I change that yeah?” His words ghosted over your ear as he fucked your pussy harder with those slender fingers of his, three now filled your wetness as you knelt on the bed. 

Your posture was starting to waver and you had no choice but to reach forward and claw onto Kid’s thighs, Luffy maneuvering underneath you to suck on your breasts. Luffy’s fingers playing with your other nipple causing you to whine which Kid used as an opportunity to shove his cock back into your warm mouth. “Damn you look good like this.” Kid’s voice only grew raspier as your nails dug into his meaty thighs, Law’s free hand coming to squeeze at your soft hips. “Cum on my fingers. I wanna feel how wet you get before I reward you with my cock.” 

“Hell no I’m gonna fuck her first!” Kid tries to argue but when you swallow around his cock it turns to a sharp hiss. Law smirking as he feels your cunt twitch on his fingers that pumped inside of you. “No, the one who does the stretching gets to go first. Then it’ll be your lame ass and after that, Luffy.” Law corrects and Kid doesn’t have the energy to argue as you bob your head faster on his cock. Honestly the man doesn’t know if there will even be a chance for him to fuck you with how good you’re sucking his cock right now, the thought makes him huff and fuck your throat harder. Oh well if he cums before fucking your pussy at least he’ll enjoy the head he’s receiving. 

“MMM~ NNGH!” Your moans broken as Kid started roughly using your throat, Law fingering you faster to match the movements of Kid. “Won’t you be good for me and cum.” Luffy’s fingers and mouth making your body heat up along with the others, all the attention was becoming too much as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. “That’s it, I can feel you getting wetter. Just let go and give it to us.” Hearing Law use the word us brought you back to the fact this was really happening between all four of you. You felt naughty but so so sexy. 

Your body trembled, fingers digging into Kid as you cum around Law’s fingers, Luffy holding your waist up so you don’t collapse on him. The man always liked to keep his mouth busy and feasted on your breasts until your nipples felt raw from his harsh sucking. Kid pulled you off his cock to look at Law and tell him to put you on his back, which the doctor did but not because he said so, he tried telling himself. 

Luffy moved out of the way but still remained at your side busying himself with your tits as Law positioned himself between your spread open legs. Before Law could do anything though, one look at your pussy and Luffy’s mouth watered. “Hold on real quick.” Law couldn’t even protest before Luffy was literally pushing Law out of the way for a taste of your tongue. “Dammit Mugiwara-ya!” Law growled out but rolled his eyes hearing your lewd moan that followed after. 

Luffy threw your legs over his shoulders as he quickly dove in to lick inside your wet cunt. Luffy was sloppy when he ate you out, tongue swirling around in random patterns with loud slurps that made your chest tight with embarrassment. Law wanted to push the man out of the way but he couldn’t deny how hot you looked throwing your head back into the blankets, hands digging into the mans black strands. Back arching like a bow as Luffy stretched his tongue inside of you to literally swirl and poke your g-spot. “Holy shit! Fuck me! YES!” You cry out as Luffy stretches his hands up to squeeze at your tits roughly. 

“Fuck that’s hot.” Kid grumbles again seeing you lost, eyes rolling back with lust. BOth Law and Kid can’t help but stroke their cocks as they watch the wild man eating your pussy out like it was a life line. “Nggh! Luffy~!” Hearing you moan the straw hat’s name had the two men scowl though and they quickly went to work in joining in on the fun, their dicks could wait. Law literally slapped Luffy’s hands away to suck your nipple into his mouth as Kid tugged your hair to pull your mouth to his. His tongue dominating the kiss and swallowing up your moans into his mouth. 

“Tastes so good- mmm- so so good- mmm- and so wet.” Luffy groaned as his hands moved down to claw your thighs open, head swinging side to side before diving back in. Luffy ate like a starved man and your pussy was his last meal, “Fuck~ she’s so wet~” You couldn’t tell if he was talking to any of you in particular or just voicing it out into the air but either way it felt good. Every word spoken into your pussy, his breath tickling over your sloppy folds making you moan into Kid’s mouth. Your fingers wound tighter in Luffy’s hair making him groan louder in your cunt, the vibrations making you gasp. You were going to cum again you could feel it. The way that Luffy’s tongue was stretching into your cunt was too much to handle, slurping up your wetness before literally stretching back inside of you. It was intense and with the others working you in their hands you were done for. 

Kid pulled back just in time for you to cry out in a loud scream, “Luffy~!” His name rolled off your tongue like butter on toast. Your expression scrunched up as your body shook, both other men watching you cum undone on Luffy’s tongue. Joy Boy’s mouth sucking up the sweet cream that you gave him like a reward after the long battle he won. “MMM! That was a great snack! Thanks for the meal!” Luffy joked as he went and kissed you sloppily on the mouth with a giggle. 

“Alright now move out of the way, straw hat.” Kid scowled before going above you, his large hand stroking his cock by your face. You never sucked dick in this position before, head almost hanging off the bed as Law went in between your legs. Luffy moved back to your side so the other two men could have their way as he went back to kissing all over your chest. “Open wide kitten.” Kid grinned as you followed along, opening your mouth to accept his cock. Law waited until You had Kid’s cock in your mouth before slamming his hips forward. Your scream muffled as your lips were wrapped out the redheads cock. 

“FUCK!” Kid growled out feeling your scream muffle and vibrate around his dick. He placed his hands around your throat to feel the bulge his cock was making with each thrust of his hips groaning with each movement. Law thrust his hips in time with Kid’s, every thrust in your throat was a thrust into your cunt so every sound you made sent a chill up Kid’s spine. Law moaned your name in that delicious voice of his, “You’re so wet. You must be really turned on to feel like water dripping on my cock.” Law taunted, his body temperature rising from the scene that was playing before him. 

His eyes glanced at Luffy who was kissing you all over his arm winding itself around your waist like a snake in the grass before glancing to the bump in your throat.

“Feels like we’re in a porno.” Kid grunts watching the way Law slammed into your cunt, the doctor gives a breathy chuckle, “Y-yeah- nngh- I was thinking the same thing.” You moved your hand to the front of Luffy’s pants which he quickly shimmered out of so your hand could wrap around his length. He felt hot to the touch, the man hissing at the feel of some friction finally on his dick. “Your hands feel so nice- ugh! Dammit Law, hurry up!” Luffy grumbled out making the doctor scowl. 

Your walls clenched around Law’s cock a mix of him fucking you along with Luffy bickering were making you flustered. You gasped again as you felt a hand rub at your sensitive clit, you didn’t know who but it felt good. It was Luffy’s hand. Your grip on his cock was tight mimicking your slick walls but too dry so he looked down and spit down on your hand that was stroking him. You couldn’t help but groan at how nasty he was sometimes, Kid was making your throat sore by the second while Law’s cock was stabbing into your g-spot, over and over and over again. 

Fuck it all felt so good, your mind was spinning, heart racing and thighs trembling in Law’s hands that pushed your legs back. Your cunt was slobbering all over Law’s cock, Luffy’s fingers rubbing on your clit collecting the slick that dripped out for a smoother ride. Luffy played with your clit like the strings of a guitar, Kid’s cock feeling every little sound that you were making as you sucked his dick. “MMM! NGH! MMGH!” Your moans were gurgled and Kid just groaned like a wounded animal. “Fuck fuck fuck! Law, hurry the hell up!” 

“What’s the matter Jaggy? Gonna bust already?” Law taunted trying to act like he wasn’t on the edge of exploding despite almost reaching his peak. Kid wanted to slap him in his smug face, the scowl on his face unmistakeable, “So fucking what. Now either hurry up and cum or move for a minute so I can cum inside her. You know she likes getting creampied as much as possible.” Law gave another breathy Law but reluctantly moved nonetheless to switch spots with Luffy. The stretchy man moving to get just a bit of your slick throat. 

“Yo flip over, I wanna see your ass up.” Kid grunted holding onto the base of his cock so he wouldn’t explode before dipping in your sweet cunt. Everyone gives you the space to shakily flip over, your arms barely able to hold yourself up. Kid smirked as he swung his hand down to watch the plump meat of your ass jiggle like crazy, “So sexy.” Luffy can’t even contain his grin at the feel of your tongue coming out to lick along his cock like it’s a flesh made lollipop. Luffy never really cared for head, always wanting to keep his mouth busy instead but watching the way your tongue swirled around his cock had him curious. 

“Man this does feel good.” Luffy groaned, head throwing itself back as he pushed his fingers in your hair. Luffy couldn’t help but stretch his hand to grab his hat, placing it on your head so your hair stayed out of your face so he had a better look. You reached over to wrap your hand around Law’s cock, squeezing him to make him know that you still were paying attention to him. Tongue swirling around your stretching captain, moaning long and broken as Kid slid into your slick pussy. “Gonna fill you so fucking full.” Kid groaned out only for Luffy to laugh, “Doubt it.” 

“Shut the fuck up will ya.” Kid grunted but it broke off in the end as he came inside of you only after two thrusts, hips slamming into you roughly as he spilled his hot seed deep in your cunt. His cock was thicker than Law’s, feeling the stretch of him made you shiver as you felt his cum fill you up to the brim. You whined deep in the back of your throat, your cunt twitching at the thought and feel of Kid’s seed, he was definitely right about you liking creampies. 

Kid gave another thrust before pulling out to toss himself back onto the bed with a sigh, “Your pussy is pretty fucking good I give you that.” Kid grinned as he propped his arms behind his head as he continued to watch the show. Law practically jumped back in his spot, not literally but with how fast he went behind you it seemed like it. “Yeah it must be if you came in two pumps.” Law scuffled and Kid just rolled his eyes. “Fuck off.” Law smirked as he slid in your dripping cunt, his tattooed hands clawing your hips to quickly pull you back onto his cock. 

“Hey~” Luffy pouted as he slammed his hips forward into your throat, hating how Law pulled you away. Luffy scrambled forward in order to stay as close to you as possible, not wanting your throat to be away from his cock even for a second. “You look good with my hat on, I have to put it on you more often.” Luffy chuckled and you only moaned louder as if answering him, he wasn’t sure but it did feel good though. 

“Shit- nngh- fuck baby you feel good.” Law moaned out, his hips slamming into you roughly and you could tell he was going to cum soon. His fingers digging into your hips were probably going to leave marks and the idea makes you moan. “I never thought we’d all be getting turns to fuck our cum into you.” Law couldn’t help the chuckle that left him, eyes glued onto your ass that slapped into his hips. Luffy nodded his head as he pulled his cock out of your mouth to slam his lips into yours so he could dance his tongue with yours. 

Luffy loved your mouth on his dick but sometimes he needed to keep his own busy or it made his head spin. Moving his lips from yours to kiss along your neck it allowed your sounds to actually fill the space of the inn’s room that you were in. The moans that left you were like beautiful music, a sea shanty that was played along the ocean waves, it was quite fitting for how wet your pussy was. “That’s it baby, get nice and loud for us.” Ugh the way he kept saying ‘us’ was driving you mad, pushing you over the edge to ecstasy. 

Your cunt twitched and pulled Law further inside of your sweet wetness, a vice grip on his cock was also pushing the doctor over the edge right along with you. His cock stutters against your g-spot giving it a final kiss before you both erupt around each other.

“Fuck! LAW YES!” Your pussy literally gushing onto the sheets below as Law came deep inside of your cunt. Your eyes rolling back as your throat spilled broken moans, hips pushing back against Law making him hiss loudly. “Yesyesyes!” Your cry of satisfaction had Luffy grinning as he knew his turn was finally here. “Yay my turn! Movemovemove!” Law could only roll his eyes and back away from you to sit next to Law at the head of the bed. 

Kid and Law both exhausted from pleasure and the long battle they endured earlier. “Damn look at you go, third cock of the night. I think you need a medal.” Kid joked as he watched Luffy flip you again like a pancake. “I wanna see your face when I make you cum.” Luffy told you as your chest heaved for much needed air. In a way you were grateful for Luffy wanting you on your back as your body’s energy was slowly depleting.

“Long time since we fucked aye Captain?” You teased and you were right, it had been a while, the stresses of Wano keeping you away from your Captain and long time friend’s embrace. Luffy grinned as he reached for his hat to place it on his head before grabbing you by your legs literally dragging you towards him. “Ha! I guess it has been a while.” Luffy smiled down at you, that damn smile that makes your belly churn. You always felt safe with him, your silly friend, your dear captain. 

Luffy threw your legs on his shoulders as he planted his hands on the side of your head, “Help me out will ya.” You reach down to grab his cock rubbing it against the slick of your pussy. Teasing the both of you as you wiggled your hips against the tip of his cock but Luffy only huffed and slammed his hips forward. “Enough of the teasing.” 

Luffy’s cock plunged in your cunt making you gasp out his name as he moaned yours. His eyes locked on your face watching every scrunch of your brows and the way your mouth dropped open with a scream of his name. “It’s pretty naughty of you don’t you think?” Luffy asks you, making you whine as you stare up at him, your hands going to grab at his wrists for some kind of leverage. 

“W-what? Luffy~ nngh- fuckk- what do you mean?” You try to ask and Luffy just grins wickedly, “Getting fucked by all of us at the same time. Kind of naughty right? S-sanji told me it was- ah - something …w-what’s that word? Fuck - nngh- shit- starts with a t.”

“Taboo.” Law suggests and Luffy slams his hips into you harder as he cheers, “That’s it!” Luffy beams down at you and your flustered expression. “So~ Isn’t it naughty? Say it.” You moan as he fucks into you harder, hips rocking into you making the bed shake, headboard slamming into the wall with each thrust. “Yes Luffy~ so naughty~” 

“Yeah. It is, isn't it?” Luffy grunts as he feels your walls clenched tightly, his words getting the best of you. And you know he’s not trying to dirty talk you, it’s just Luffy genuinely asking a question. Your nails dig into his wrists making him hiss, as you stare up at him with that damn face of yours. It was lewd the way you looked at him, as if your gaze could fuck him along with your cunt. 

“So good captain~ fuck Luffy right there~” You moan out as he leans down closer till your breath danced along his face. His head turning to kiss along your ankle before nipping you softly. “You like having lots of cum inside you.” He wasn’t asking. “Like being really full till it drips out without anyone noticing. Fuck you’re so full already, I can feel it. You’re already so wet, my dick is slipping so much.” 

“Damnit Luffy you don’t shut up.” Kid was flustered again with the way Luffy was talking to you but Luffy just looked at him with a sharp glare that you missed because you were too busy moaning out. Your eyes rolling back as your captain fucked your cunt like he had something to prove to the other two captains and in a way he did. You weren’t his, not dating wise, but you were his crewmate. “Oh fuck~ Luffy please~ Ugh fuck! You feel so good~! Please don’t stop! Please~” You were begging for something and Luffy knew just what you needed despite your lack of explanation. 

Stretching his cock just right to poke and kiss your g-spot nonstop, it was mind boggling how he always brought you there so quickly. His d.f. Always doing the trick to having you cumming more than you can count. “Don’t worry. You’re doing good. You did great tonight.” You thought he meant the sex but it was more than that, he noticed how you took on enemies at the raid and battle, constantly holding your own and helping others as much as possible. Even now, how you were able to keep up with all the captains was impressive. 

“Luffy!” Your throat felt sore from being fucked all night, your screams adding to the friction. “Luffy I’m gonna cum~” The whine that leaves you is so embarrassing but it makes Luffy grin down. “That’s okay.” He tells you before stretching your limbs further to lean down and kiss your lips in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongues clashing. Your Captain swallows the moan you let out of his name as his hips rut into you. “Cum on me.” He mumbled against your lips making your eyes roll as you felt your walls clenching tighter, cream coating his cock wonderfully.  “My turn.” Luffy mumbles as his hips never lose their tempo on slamming into you before his balls tighten up. Cum shooting deep inside your pussy, painting the walls of your cunt white. 

“MMM!” You moan as you hear the loud squishes your pussy and their cum is making inside of you. The sticky seed leaking down to drip on your ass in an erotic sight. You thought you were gonna black out as Luffy didn’t even let up, cock still hard as a rock as he continued to fuck you harder and deeper. “OH! OH! AHH! CAPTAIN!  FUUUUUCK! LUFFY!” 

You didn't think you could take anymore but he wasn’t going to stop until he came inside of you a few more times. Definitely a long night filled with lots of creampies until the early morning sun slowly began to rise. Luffy didn’t stop until your hold on his loosened and your hands fell at your side, eyes looking at him sleepily. Only then did Luffy let up and give you one final load of his cum, the other two men having long fallen asleep. When Luffy’s cock finally went soft and he slipped out of you to pull you in his arms, he gave you a big grin before kissing your head. 

“That was fun. Maybe we should have them join in more often.” Luffy suggests and you just tiredly laugh as you wrap your arms around each other. “Yeah I’m sure they’ll miss me after they're gone.” Luffy just grins as he pulls the blanket of you all, “Who wouldn’t?” 

“You’re right I am pretty great.”

[beforetimes]

On the role reversal au: Binghe's pov of Shen Yuan falling into the abyss

Like? Binghe dissociating over the cognitive dissonance of his sweet, precious disciple being a demon. He pointed his sword at the boy demon, convinced that he would show his true nature. Hurls accusations. Because he had to believe the kindness was a trick of Shen Yuan's or else where would that leave the one absolute he believed in in this fucked up world?

Except Shen Yuan starts pleading. Begging his Shizun to let him explain. To believe him. To let him live, to let him leave.

And it's the most selfish, greedy part of him that snaps out in anger through the haze of his mind that Shen Yuan, the caring, doting boy he needed to be able to even find the will to crawl out of bed some days was not allowed to leave him.

He finally sees the earnest, desperate, begging eyes full of tears, asking Shizun not to hurt him. Not a demon, just Shen Yuan.

No, no, that can't be right, can't be real, because if it is, then he'd just stabbed his most precious disciple, hurled heinous accusations at him. The sweetheart of a boy who is the reason he has the will to even get out of bed some days. Shen Yuan has to show his real colors as a demon or else- or else-

The cliff crumbles under Shen Yuan. And Binghe sees the thing that will replay in his worst nightmares to come:

Shen Yuan, as his mind registers that he's falling, instinctively reaches out to Binghe, silently pleading one last time for Binghe to save him from falling into hell, despite everything Binghe had done not moments before.

And Binghe had done nothing but watch him fall.

Shen Yuan had only ask Binghe to listen. Pleaded that he was still the same boy.

And Binghe had let him fall.

Binghe had let him die.

Shen Yuan, who had continuously reached out to Binghe through ups and downs, reached out one last time for Binghe to save him, and Binghe had let him die.

It was no different than if Binghe had actually pushed the boy off the cliff himself.

Binghe falls to his knees and wretches. Among the grass, he spots glints of familiar, shimmering silver. The shards of Xui Ya that had broken when it couldn't handle the outpouring of Shen Yuan's demonic Qi.

He had thought the blade perfect for Shen Yuan when he'd received it. A beautiful blade for a beautiful soul. A perfect mirror of who Shen Yuan was. How could Binghe have said such awful things to him, when it was clear to anyone who looked at his blade and seen how perfect he was?

And, he thinks back, was it not Shen Yuan who had tried to convince Binghe that some demons could be good too, just like how humans are both? Had Shen Yuan some inkling into his origins and tried to test how Binghe would respond to such a revelation? Hadn't Binghe punished him for that?

Had Shen Yuan died believing Binghe scorned him? Hated him for his blood? When he needed Shen Yuan just to keep breathing? No. No-

His fellow peak lords, when they find him, have to pry the shards of Xui Ya from his hands lest he cut his own fingers off with how tightly he holds them

this crazy ass post you're ruining my life. but like also. yes. all of this. yesss.s.s......

i'm ngl i think when i eventually do write this full fic out i'm going to have to rewrite the abyss scene sooo many times. i'm already anticipating it. because there are just so many things going on at once that it'd be a disservice to go with the first draft and leave it. and picking who's pov to go with will be! so hard!

bcz wow you really laid out binghe's thought process so well. sort of disbelieving yet numb and conflicted and!!! the idea that he wouldn't know whether or not to regret shen yuan falling into the abyss until he was already on the way down is! so good! love that bad!

thank you kindly for putting this in my inbox i will be chewing over it for many days while i plot this fic :^)

and that detail about xiu ya ohhhh don't even joke lad. i wonder if there'd be a canonical way to explain luo binghe maybe like. stopping the healing process from reaching his hands so he could look at the scars and be reminded of his failure.

masterpost

[otomestatus]

Can you do a Matsuno Chifuyu request about the the reader aka his girlfriend being called by his last name? Like the other Toman boys love to call Chifuyu’s girlfriend by his last name to mess with them and their reactions changing over time etc (hope this made enough sense…)

a/n: i think this kinda isn't great, but i had fun taking my time writing it. :3c

excuse me, that's not my name !

"oi, matsuno!"

you turn around instinctively to the sound of your boyfriend's last name being called, but he was nowhere in sight when you did. raising a brow, your head tilted slightly to the left as you made eye contact with two of his toman friends. mitsuya and mikey were grinning from ear to ear from their table at a cafe.

"told you she'd respond to it!" mikey snickered. this only left you further confused. hesitantly, you stepped towards their table and rested a hand on your hip, head lulled to the side as you shot them a befuddled stare.

"well yeah. i thought chifuyu was around." you frowned while mikey leaned back in his chair with that smirk you knew too well. it spelled mischief. something nagged you to turn and walk away, but against your better judgement you stayed put.

"nah, his wifey is though." mitsuya laughed-- lighthearted and teasing-- when the realization hit you. his arm rested on the back of his chair as his own smirk spread across his face. your cheeks burned hot with an embarrassment you hadn't felt since your friends caught onto your crush.

you sigh, "you're both unbelievable... don't stay that in front of him, got it?"

that would save you quite a bit of embarrassment, but as soon as the words rolled off your tongue you knew you more than likely ended up instigating further teasing.

you were gonna kill them plain and simple. at least that's what you told yourself as you stood there, mortified and speechless. it wasn't just mitsuya and mikey anymore as the rest of the captains had gotten in on their little joke as well. the moment you arrived for the toman meeting as requested by chifuyu, smiley did not hesitate to call out to you with his signature grin.

"good to see ya, matsuno!" he waved to you from across the flood of toman members scattered about in front of their typical meeting spot. you whipped your head around in response, but this time it wasn't because you thought he was speaking to chifuyu. no, you had grown vigilant of their little joke, fearful they'd use it in front of other people just as smiley had.

emma, who stood beside you, also glanced towards the fourth division captain with a lukewarm glare, "they're children! i tried to stop mikey, but he never listens..."

you hadn't bothered to even wave back and chose to turn your attention back on emma, "they're getting ballsy. i don't know what i'm gonna do if they start doing it in front of him."

"doing what in front of me?" a voice spoke out behind you, causing you to jump and whip around to meet your boyfriends curious gaze. his head was cocked slightly to as side and he had his hands shoved into his pockets.

"oh, uh-" you stuttered, but you didn't even get a chance to finish your response. draken walked up to your trio with a smirk plastered on his stupid face. his incredibly stupid and idiotic face that definitely deserved to get punched especially because of what he said as soon as he stopped in front of you three.

"sup matsuno." he sent a quick salute your way.

"oh hey." chifuyu greeted him back, clueless.

"not you, i'm talkin' to your girl." the vice commander corrected. chifuyu stared at him for a moment as if not registering what he said at first.

"...but her last name isn't-" he began, then quickly shut his mouth. a reddish hue slowly crept onto his cheeks as he held draken's stare and realization sunk in slowly. the intent was hard to miss. especially as draken's smirk widened in mischief. he let out a laugh and pat chifuyu on the back before walking away to meet up with mikey.

"man, you two are too easy!"

this little "joke" of theirs had continued on for another week. honestly, it seemed as if there was no end to it. the only toman member who didn't participate in it was takemichi which were you very grateful towards him for that. he could laugh whenever he heard it, yes, but he stuck to calling you by your name. well, if it embarrasses you why would i say it? and when he said that it made you think. was it really something to be so embarrassed about?

you rest your cheek against the palm of your hand that was being supported by your elbow. chifuyu sat across from you staring menacingly at his study notes. you studied the way his blonde hair fell over his forehead and the length of his lashes as his eyes focused on the notebook in front of him. the memories of that day were painted so vibrantly in your mind while you could hardly remember just what you had done yesterday.

in a secluded spot behind the school with a white envelope in your trembling fingers, you could only focus on your shoes blow you. your face, red and burning, and chifuyu standing in front of you. you never gave yourself the opportunity to look him directly in his face as the anxiety had rose to overwhelming levels. how fast could you make it to the girls bathroom on the first floor? your lunch threatened to reveal itself. and his response after an agonizing silence caught you off guard the most.

yes, you remember it very well, very vividly. since that day you both had been inseparable. your love for him only continued to blossom. so should it really be embarrassing to be referred to by his last name? if fate would be so kind perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to imagine a forever with him.

"huh? you okay?" chifuyu's voice snapped you back to reality. your cheeks flushed with a gentle pink as you dropped your pencil on your notebook.

"y-yeah. just thinking." you murmur in response.

chifuyu smiles, "yeah, me too! hey, so what did you get for number three?"

it had become very natural to come with your boyfriend to his meetings even if you didn't go very often. it wasn't unusual by any means either. many other toman girlfriends also would show up and chat among each other. you were no different, but the hierarchy was clear even if it wasn't spoken. this meant your relationship with the vice-captain of the first division had some perks and drawbacks. boyfriends encouraged their girlfriends to mingle in an effort to build a reputation and possibly move through the ranks.

that's where you found yourself. not being surrounded really, but definitely being regarded quite frequently and this meeting was no different. toman members gathered in front of the musashi shrine and the girls flocked together to chat and catch up. you were deep in a conversation with emma when you heard someone call out to you.

"hey, takemitchy wants to get something to eat after the meeting. wanna come?" chifuyu strolled up, throwing his thumb back over his shoulder to point at takemichi who was engaged in conversation with draken.

"oh, sure." you lean slightly to the right to get a look at them before shooting a smile at your boyfriend.

"if it ain't the matsunos." hakkai calls out as he approaches the both of you.

"hakkai-!" chifuyu begins, but you cut him off with an unexpected response.

"oh, hey." you turn to face the taller boy fully.

hakkai appears dumbfounded for a second as this was clearly not the response he intended for. chifuyu was just as shocked. any irritation he felt had quickly melted away, but his cheeks remained pink.

chifuyu makes a face, "wha-?"

you turn your head slightly to meet his eyes, a wide smile spreading across your face, "what? you look confused!"

"yeah, well, you just- i mean- i thought you didn't like it when they called you that." he mumbled, his shoulders falling lax.

"mmm..." you put a finger to your chin in thought, "i guess i just don't see anything wrong with it anymore!"

chifuyu opens his mouth then shuts it. he's unable to conjure any words in response, but a grin breaks out on his face soon after. he chuckles, "oh, cool then."

you laugh at his response. hakkai stands there not sure what else to do but figure another roundabout way to tease you both. of course, you were far more focused on the elated expression your boyfriend wore after your interaction with him set in. yeah, it honestly wasn't so bad.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

I was going through a thought and wondered, how would Stan and Ford react to you getting hurt? Like on a mission, heist, or exploration.

[ how Stan & Ford react when you get hurt ]

a/n: sometimes my imagination is so embarrassingly bad, but i tried! i hope you enjoy it despite that <3 thank you for the idea tho!!

STANLEY

★ if it happened outdoors, Stan is grabbing your arm, yanking you to your feet, “what the hell were you thinking, huh?!” if it’s a mission or a heist, he’s 100% mad at the situation, and lowkey mad at you for getting hurt in the first place. but it's just because he cares too much

★ you’re hurt, and his mind is racing. “no. no. not this. not you, goddammit”

★ if it’s really bad, like you’ve passed out or you’re not responding, he panics. “c’mon, please, please stay with me, sweetheart”

★ whatever the situation, Stanley gets you out immediately, doesn't hesitate or finish the job or whatever he was doing. he literally carries you if he has to, forgets his own injuries. “c’mon, c’mon, i gotcha, we’re gonna get outta here, baby, stay with me.”

★ if you're bleeding bad he physically presses his hand over it and curses under his breath like “shitshitshit fuck, okay okay, you’re alright, you’re good, you’re so good, baby, fuck, hold still”

★ if it's really bad, he can't help but be emotional. screams at anybody who even tries to slow him down. doctors, nurses, cops. “if you don’t fuckin’ MOVE i’m gonna PUT you through a WALL.”

★ after you're safe, sleeping or resting, Stan gets very very quiet. sits by your bedside hunched and still worried, not knowing where to put his hands. instead, just keeps replaying this situation in his head. how he could've stopped it or what he should’ve done

★ if you so much as whimper in your sleep, he's immediately there. touching your wrist, smoothing your hair, whispering “s’okay. i gotcha. m’right here.”

★ i hate to write that but. . . he absolutely cries :( and hates himself for it even more. he tries not to cry loudly. at least, not obvious. but these stubborn angry tears keep falling and he wipes away fast because he’s mad they’re even happening

★ blames himself because guess why? he thinks he's a screw up. even if it wasn’t his fault. even if you jumped in front of danger to save HIM. he feels like your hurt is a debt he can never repay. and he’ll work twice as hard after

★ probably won't let you lift a finger for a week and will even argue with you about it. “what, you’re gonna get up and make yourself dinner with that leg? sit your sweet ass down before i TIE ya to the couch, baby, ok?“

★ absolutely buys you a stupid little get well gift. like a giant teddy bear idk. it’s ugly and cheap and it makes you laugh and he looks at you like he’d go back to hell and back for that smile

★ his hands are too rough and he knows it, so when he tends your injuries, he touches you so soft it's almost clumsy. “m’sorry, kid. my hands ain’t. . . they ain’t good for delicate stuff. but y’know i’m tryin’, right?”

★ “yer skin’s too good for bruises. shoulda been made’a stardust, i dunno.” then immediately snores and drools on your shoulder

★ Stanley hides his injuries from you. if he got scraped up during the mission too, he’ll downplay it SO hard. like limping with a bloody nose but “pfft, what, this? nahhh. absolutely fine.” because he thinks if you knew he was hurting too, you’d feel worse

★ he lets you wear his shirts because they’re soft and smell like him and he thinks it’ll help you heal faster if you’re comfy

STANFORD

★ freezes for half a second. because he’s trying to understand how bad is it / how much time do we have / what’s the fastest way to help you. he can't waste a minute

★ gets terrifyingly competent. applies pressure, builds splints from scraps, mutters smth about blood loss and nerve damage. talks you through it with a voice so calm but inside he wants to throw up because of worry. “stay awake for me, darling. keep talking. good. eyes on me. good. you’re doing perfectly” Ford keeps talking clearly so that you keep your focus on him

★ honestly, no matter how hard he tries, i dont think he’d be the perfect calm collected person. i mean sure, if you get hurt, Ford’s first reaction is to jump into doctor-mode. hes not even thinking about it. because what's important is to make sure you're breathing and blinking. but ugh, his eyes are the giveaway. they’re usually so calm, but when it’s you, theyre so wide and scared, full of worry, brows knitted, biting his lip

★ so yeah he tries to be calm but fails. so he snaps at anyone who distracts him. “either help me or get out of my way. let me do my job”

★ gets frustrated if you won’t let him fix you. he needs you to let him help. so hes constantly like “no, no, no, don't you dare pull away from me”

★ once you’re safe, he cant really breathe for a second. i mean, he had just experienced the most terrifying moments of his life, almost losing the person he loved most. so Ford's hands are trembling. he tries to hide it because he thinks he needs to be “the strong one” but if you so much as reach for him he folds into your touch still

★ if it was on anomaly hunting or expedition, he feels guilty for bringing you along. “i should’ve known it was too dangerous. i never should’ve let you come. i was selfish.” he hates himself for it

★ i think later, Ford develops a quiet habit of memorizing your vitals. like, your heartbeat, your breathing when you sleep. all the time, he keeps checking without waking you. just running fingertips lightly over your wrist or brushing his hand near your collarbone. it’s a comfort thing. if he can feel you breathing, he can sleep

★ this cutie builds you ridiculous safety gadgets. “here, this bracelet contains an emergency teleport beacon, a medical scanner and a plasma shield generator. standard fare, really.” it's like wearing an entire fucking sci-fi lab on your wrist. but you wear it anyway because well, you can't say no to him

★ also when it beeps or whatever, Ford panics instantly. no matter how minor

★ might accidentally blurt out love confession while tending you. like patching a cut and muttering “i can’t lose you. i love you. i. . .“ then FREEZES because he didn’t mean to say it out loud yet

★ he’s very doting when you're hurt. he’s the one who makes sure you’re comfortable, brings you books to read, does everything he can to distract you from the pain

★ and if it gets to a point where you’re just in too much pain, Ford’s solution is putting his hands on you, gently massaging while whispering that it will pass soon. i think Ford is more affectionate than usual in these moments. he lets his vulnerability show

★ Ford will get a little obsessive about safety after. “what do you mean you’re going into the woods alone?”

[frudoo]

just thinking about the slasher!141 au....in between meeting and getting wifed by all of them, there have to be some awkward moments, right? And that reader is a true crime junkie, right?

I was just thinking about reader talking to one of the guys about how they all met, what they do for fun (BESIDES that!!!), or how they got started killing, and they start talking about some of their crimes and reader goes, "wait. are you...you're not...are you the east side slasher?" or something and the guy in question is all "well, that's not what I call myself" (but they are very flattered)

or they're talking about a killing that's a bit of a local legend (maybe it's the first one they all did together?) and reader is like "no WAY! I lived three blocks away/in that building/worked with his neighbor!"

or maybe reader is complaining about a podcast or local news piece on a string of unrelated killings a few years ago, and reader is all huffy because there was "nothing tying the victims together" the way they were killed, where, etc was all different, but reader believes they were done by the same person because of some common thread that the authorities didn't think was relevant and the guys are like "!!! that was us!!! you're right!!" and they're actually really proud and impressed lol

PLENTY!!!! These are a few of my favorite moments.

Warnings: Talk of murder, obviously. Suggestive imagery. Series is a dark!fic. MDNI.

With a prolonged groan, you stretch and attempt to throw the quilt off of yourself. 

     The quilt is too heavy to lift. 

     This is not a quilt. Wha-?

     “Mm, where’re ye goin’?” A sleep-tinged voice that you recognize but can’t quite place hums from right behind you. 

     You blink away the film in your eyes in confusion before your eyes meet bright blue ones. Johnny. You know him. Johnny, your boyfriend, has his arm wrapped around you in place of your beloved quilt. 

     “Johnny,” you yawn, turning to face him.

     “Hen,” he responds, nuzzling his nose against yours sweetly.

     “Simon,” a rough voice muses from somewhere across the room.

     You scream and sit up in the bed, eyes landing on the dark figure leaning against the door frame. Simon raises a brow and trails his gaze down to your tits that hang free and bare. You huff and cover them up with Johnny’s sheets, pouting at both men’s chuckles. 

     “Sounds like the two o’ya ‘ad a good nigh’, yeah?” The blond man smirks. “Kep’ the rest o’us awake wi’ all tha’... noise.”

     “Och, haud yer wheesht, ye big bastard,” Johnny rolls his eyes. “Dinnae wanna scare awey the swee’ lass already.”

     “Mm, watch your tone, MacTavish. I simply jus’ wanted t’tell our girl ‘ow gorgeous she sounds when she-”

     “Fuck’s takin’ so long? Brekky’s gonna ge’ cold,” Kyle comes around the corner with his arms crossed, face lighting up at the sight of you. “Ah, ‘ey, dove! Ya hungry? I be’ ya are after las’ nigh’. Sounds like Johnny pu’ ya through the ringer.”

     “Ye can all fook off!”

     Simon and Kyle laugh amongst themselves as they make their way back downstairs, leaving you and Johnny to gather yourselves. When you and your lover join them—now fully clothed—the other three are already stuffing their faces full of the hearty breakfast Price made. John looks up from his plate and smiles widely, looking you up and down.

     “Ah, glad you could join us, darlin’. You and Johnny have fun?”

     “Fu-!”

     //

     You’re cuddled up in Kyle’s arms as the five of you gather around the bonfire Simon built. They’re talking about their most recent kill, and you’re silently listening. Thank God you’re on their good side.

     John says something that makes your ears perk up.

     “Machete? Like the one guy that got caught a couple years back? I thought you’d know better than to be a copycat, John,” you tease with a cheeky laugh.

     “They’re sayin’ I got caught?” He scoffs, grabbing one of your calves and pulling it into his lap to massage it. “No, I was ‘that guy,’ and, as you can fuckin’ see, I was never caught.”

     You’re stunned into silence once again, much to everyone’s amusement.

     “Ah did tell ye tae ne’er accuse us o’copycattin’, lass.” 

     //

     You aggressively pull the shower curtain open, hastily turning off the true crime podcast you’d been listening to. Water drips down your arms onto the floor but you don’t care. These dumbasses can never piece together the most obvious fucking clues. You don’t even dry yourself off, only wrapping a towel around yourself, before storming into the living room. 

     “Tell me I’m not fucking crazy,” you huff, seating yourself right on Simon’s lap.

     “No’ gonna be able t’say much s’long as you’re naked in my lap, lovie.”

     “Five murders, each exactly two weeks apart, alternating between neighboring cities. Each of them took place at eight o’clock at night, right on the dot. No sooner, no later—but these assholes keep saying that it’s just coincidence that they all happened in the same time frame! I mean, yeah, the murder weapons were all different, and no shoe size was the same, and their victims were all chosen at random, but… it’s way too convenient. It’s almost ritualistic, you know? Eight o’clock, two weeks apart, in cities that literally fucking touch each other. Like clockwork.”

     The four men exchange glances, wide eyes focusing on you all at once.

     “Bloody ‘ell,” Kyle mutters, and you swear you can see his pupils morph into a heart shape.

     “Fuck me,” Simon groans.

     “Clever girl, you. It was our first spree as a group,” John explains, kicking back in his recliner. “We’d meet at a diner after each killing to plan our next. One would perform the murder while the other three stood watch. Seems we covered our tracks well enough.”

     “No’ guid enough fer me smar’ wee gal,” Johnny beams, ruffling your damp hair.

     “That was y’all?!” You shriek, covering your mouth with both hands in shock.

     “Sure was, dove,” Kyle hums.

     “W-wait, so… why eight o’clock? Why was that so significant for you guys?” 

“Because we always went to a chain restaurant, and they serve half-off milkshakes at nine o’clock,” Simon shrugs, hands wandering up your soft body to unwrap the towel from around your torso, exposing your bare body to the cool air. “Bu’ as o’late, I’ve found tha’ I prefer my dessert completely free.”

[eternallyordinary]

"He Belongs to You" - Part 2

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series masterlist <3

Summary: A high-profile photoshoot should be simple, but with Homelander by your side, how can it be? Tension rises, boundaries blur, and you're left questioning whether his protectiveness is too much—or exactly what you want.

Warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, power imbalance, mild violence, harassment, implied dark themes, mild smut

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The break room hums with quiet conversation as you take another sip of coffee, the warmth soothing against your palms. Homelander is still beside you, watching—always watching. His stare lingers, just as heavy as the unspoken thoughts behind it.

You giggle softly, the sound breaking through the charged air between you.

But before he can respond, the door bursts open.

“Hey, hey, new superstar!” Ashley.

She strides in, clipboard in hand, her usual manic energy filling the room. She barely glances at Homelander, doing a double take when she notices how relaxed he looks. What’s the catch?

“And… hey, Homelander…” she adds, clearly confused.

Her gaze darts between the two of you before snapping back to you with a forced grin. “Honey, my newest prodigy, you’ve got a photoshoot in thirty. Remember? Lucky for you, hair and makeup are done. But we need to get you changed—got a whole rack of outfits for you.”

She pauses, grimacing. “Or… lack thereof. Not a lot of fabric. More like… nipple covers.” She shrugs. “This is for Sports Illustrated. They’re really expecting you to skyrocket their sales. No one your age buys magazines anymore, ya know? You’re doing them a huge favor!”

Homelander raises a brow at her words, his gaze flicking to you.

“Sports Illustrated, huh?” His tone is unreadable, but there’s an edge lurking beneath the surface. His eyes trail over your form, his mind already working overtime. He imagines it—you in a skimpy, barely-there swimsuit, all curves and smooth skin, posing for the cameras while the world drinks you in.

His jaw tightens.

You don’t belong to the world. You belong to him.

“Oh, sorry, Ashley. I’ll be right there,” you say, standing up. Then, without thinking, you turn to Homelander. “Can he come?”

Homelander blinks.

You asked if he could come. You wanted him there.

A surge of satisfaction rises in his chest, his ego swelling. He owns this place, yet you still asked—like it was a privilege for him to be included.

But another thought creeps in—can he even control himself watching you parade around in almost nothing? Would he even want to?

He chuckles, amused by your innocence. “Sure, darling,” he says, voice smooth but laced with something darker. “I’d love to.”

Ashley hesitates. “Uh. Yeah. Great. Homelander can come. Let’s go.”

Homelander follows close behind as you’re led toward the photoshoot area, his presence a constant shadow.

—

Your dressing room is compact yet undeniably lavish—soft lighting, a sleek couch, and a privacy screen that serves no real purpose against his vision. Homelander steps inside, fully expecting you to ask him to leave. Maybe even insist on some privacy.

A part of him almost wants you to. Because if you don’t? He’s not sure he trusts himself.

Instead, you hold up two different bikinis, both tiny. Too tiny.

"Which one do you think?"

He almost laughs. How are you so unaware of what you’re doing to him?

His gaze sweeps over the barely-there swimsuits, then over you.

"Well, well, well," he drawls, stepping closer. "Look who's getting all fancy."

His fingers brush over the lace of one, his touch slow, deliberate. He should leave. He knows that. But the thought of stepping away, of not seeing you in this—impossible.

His smirk deepens. "Why don’t you try this one on first, darling? Even though we both know you look good in anything."

You nod, and you can't help but blush. "Okay."

You step behind the privacy screen, then suddenly peek your head out.

"I know you can, like, see through walls and stuff. So close your eyes. Promise?"

Homelander chuckles, thoroughly entertained. You’re adorable. Like a lamb asking the wolf not to look.

"I promise," he hums, closing his eyes.

It’s hell.

He can hear everything. The rustle of fabric as you slide out of your clothes. The soft hitch of your breath. The shift of your body as you adjust the straps, bare skin brushing against fabric that leaves nothing to the imagination.

His hands flex at his sides, his mind racing.

Then you speak. “Actually… I can’t tie the top. Can you help me?”

Homelander’s eyes snap open.

And there you are—standing before him, barely covered, utterly breathtaking.

His jaw clenches, tension coiling deep in his chest.

It takes every ounce of restraint not to remind you what happens when you tease a man like him.

You turn, holding your hair up, waiting for him to tie the strings.

And it’s over. He's done for.

The bikini is practically a thong. Is this what you’re going to wear in front of the world? He wants to scream.

He exhales slowly, trying to maintain control. His hands tremble slightly as he grabs the strings, knuckles grazing the soft, warm skin of your back.

This isn’t just lust.

It’s something worse.

It’s need.

Ashley’s voice snaps him out of it.

“You ready or what?!”

Then he hears it—Ashley whispering outside the door.

"Why the fuck is he in there with her? Are they fucking already? Get crisis management on this. We need to cover our bases in case this goes public. I mean, I guess they’d be a good PR couple? I don’t fucking know. He's 20 years older than her for fuck sake. Our goal was to make him a father figure to her. Not a fucking DADDY."

PR couple?

No.

You’re not a fucking publicity stunt.

You’re his.

He yanks the strings tighter than necessary, finishing the knot. He can't risk your perfect breasts spilling out of your top.

“All done,” he mutters darkly.

You beam at him, oblivious to the storm inside his head.

“How do I look?”

Homelander exhales sharply.

“You look…” He stops himself. Careful. “Amazing.”

You throw on a cardigan, slipping into your Uggs. Before leaving, you pause in the doorway.

"Are you coming? If you can’t, it’s okay. I just feel… awkward."

Homelander doesn’t hesitate.

"I’m coming."

Of course he is.

Because there’s no fucking way he’s letting you out of his sight now.

—

The moment you step onto set, a voice cuts through the room.

“Alright, everyone, make way for—” The photographer stops mid-sentence. His eyes widen. His gaze devours you.

"Holy fuck. You are so fucking hot. This is perfect."

Homelander’s stomach turns.

“I want these pics to be fire,” the director continues. “I want us to smell the cum of middle-aged men dribbling off the pages.”

The room goes silent.

Homelander’s hands curl into fists.

You gently tug his arm before he can rip the director’s spine out. “It’s okay,” you whisper.

Then, the music starts—Pornstar by Nessa Barrett.

Fucking perfect.

This isn’t just a nightmare. It’s torture.

The song, the poses, the way you move—it all belongs in his bed, under him, for him.

Maybe he’ll make you pay for this later. Or maybe…

Maybe he’ll just kill the photographer, Ashley, and every other idiot who thought they had the right to put you on display like this.

You move effortlessly, posing with confidence.

He then realizes - you aren’t doing this for them. Not for the cameras. Not even for him.

And that drives him insane. It makes his cock even harder.

As the shoot wraps, Homelander’s sharp ears catch the photographer’s vile murmur—low, smug, and utterly disgusting.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy. Might have to keep a few of these for myself… if you know what I mean.”

The moment the words leave the photographer’s mouth, the air in the room shifts.

Homelander’s smile vanishes.

In an instant, he’s right there, towering over the man, his presence suffocating. The photographer barely has time to react before Homelander tilts his head, a slow, unsettling grin creeping across his face—one that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What was that?” His voice is calm. Too calm.

The photographer swallows hard, his smirk faltering. “Uh—I just meant—”

“You just meant,” Homelander cuts him off, his tone deceptively light, “that you thought you could talk about her like a piece of meat?”

Your stomach twists.

You weren’t used to this—this possessive, overbearing protectiveness. It’s almost too much. Embarrassment creeps up your neck as the entire room silently watches, waiting to see what he’ll do.

But… you don’t hate it.

Not completely.

The way he steps between you and the photographer, the way his presence alone makes the man’s face drain of color—it sends a shiver down your spine.

Homelander leans in, voice dropping to something just above a whisper—low, venomous, and dangerously amused.

“See… I don’t like the way you’re looking at her. I don’t like the way you’re talking about her.” His eyes darken, a sickening smile stretching across his lips. “And I sure as fuck don’t like imagining what’s going on in that pathetic little brain of yours.”

The photographer’s breath quickens. “I-I didn’t mean any disrespect—”

Homelander claps a heavy hand on his shoulder, his grip bruising. “Didn’t you?” His voice is mocking, his fingers tightening just enough to make the man wince. “Because to me? It sounded like you wanted to be funny.”

A beat of silence. The tension is unbearable.

You shift awkwardly.

You should stop this. Tell Homelander it’s fine, that you can handle yourself.

But… you don’t.

Because deep down, in a place you don’t want to examine too closely—having him react like this for you? Having him ready to kill for you?

It makes your pulse race in a way it shouldn’t. It makes your center throb.

“Do you think you’re funny?” Homelander whispers, voice dripping with something feral.

The photographer frantically shakes his head. “N-no, sir—”

“Good,” Homelander purrs, his grip lingering for just a moment longer before shoving him back a step.

He straightens, smoothing out his cape, and flashes a charming, empty smile. “Because next time? I won’t be so nice.”

The photographer nods rapidly, sweat beading at his temple.

Homelander barely gives him another glance before turning back to you, his expression softening instantly.

Your body flushes at the shift in his demeanor—like he wasn’t just threatening to end a man.

“C’mon, darling,” he murmurs, placing your cardigan over your shoulders with a gentleness that doesn’t make sense. “Let’s get out of here.”

You should say something.

You should call him out for overreacting, for making you feel like a damsel in distress.

Instead, you swallow hard and nod, letting him guide you toward the exit.

Because even if it embarrasses you, even if it confuses you—

You like it.

And that’s the most dangerous part of all.

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[angelbowerz]

Bowers gang asking you out/you asking them out

Henry

-if you asked him out...it would be a no, he would be inlove with you and still say no

"Hey Henry"

"What"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go out some time?"

*gives you a blank stare* "...no"

-he'd wanna say yes but if he said yes to a someone asking him out...his ego would be down a notch

-I mean come on...how DARE you ask the MAN out 🙄

-but a few hours later you're getting books out of your locker and here he comes

"Wanna be my girlfriend or something"

"But I just-"

"I'M ASKING NOW! yes or no"

"Okay sure, I'll be your girlfriend"

"After school we're going to the woods to bang, see ya"

*before you could respond he walks away*

-let's face it..Henry doesn't do dates, he finds them too romantic and cheesy

-you'll obviously hang together but he wouldn't class it as 'dates'...just 'hanging time'

-romantic rating 2/10 😭

Belch

-he would be WAY too scared to ask you out.. poor reggie

-buuut..if you asked him out....

"Hey reggie, I was wondering if-"

"YES"

-you just made him the happiest person alive

-but on the actual day of the date he is PANICKING

-he is so nervous...what If you aren't enjoying it? What if something bad happens?

-what's his solution? TAKE EVERYTHING AND PUT IT IN HIS BACKSEAT

-he has blankets...food..drink...everything

-when he drives to pick you up...omg he is a sweetheart

-waits outside with a bouquet of roses

-treats you like the only person in the world

-drives you to a secluded place and stargazes with you

-the perfect date..literally something out of a movie

-drives you home then calls you later tonight and checks in on you

-romantic rating 100/10!!!!

Patrick

-he wouldn't exactly ask you out but...

-he'll stalk you, wait for the right moment and then just walks alongside you all day

-you won't realise it's a date until he mentions that halfway through

"This date is going great right?"

"Wait wha-"

-he'll walk you home...well follow you home expecting you to invite him inside

-if you don't? That's fine, he'll just climb in while you're sleeping

-he'll either walk through the door or climb through your window

-he'll get in the bed with you...to watch you, not to sleep

-when he notices you start slowly waking up..he'll wait until you look at him then he very slowly turns his head...with the most scary smile you have ever seen

-when you scream..he just laughs...so much

-if you ask him out though...oh god...you're in for a night of torture

"Hey Patrick...I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime"

*does THAT smile* "oh I would love to..."

-it won't be cute...oh no no no

-he'll take you out to the movies, not to watch a romantic movie

-Patrick will do his research to find the most scary horror movie playing right now

-if you think he's taking you there so you'd cuddle into him....ahahaha aren't you delusional

-he'll laugh his head off when he sees you scared, pure happiness

-if you try covering your face, he'll take his hands, place them on your head and will force you to watch that movie

-After it ends..he'll still scare you in ways (making you jump etc)

-if you're in the right state of mind, you wouldn't go near him again...but if you're THAT crazy over him...goodluck

-romantic rating -10/10

Victor

-if you ask him out infront of the gang, he'd say no just because he wants to act 'cool' in front of the guys

-but when he's alone he'll come upto you and say he actually will go out with you and apologises

-probably had no clue where to take you so you two just end up in a park talking all night

-I feel like he would be very awkward at first but after awhile he'll loosen up and be really cool

-when you two get tired of talking, you'll just end up making out lol

-he'll walk you home of course

-romantic rating 6/10

[witchygagirlwrites]

Let Me Decide

Hank Voight x Reader

You're a lot younger than Hank, hell you should've never looked his way considering you work at firehouse 51 and yet you couldn't resist the sergeant of the intelligence unit. When a bad day happens you take your back and forth with him into your own hands.

You hopped out of the ambulance, grabbing your med bag and looking over at Sylvie. You hated responding to a shooting because you never knew just what the hell you were walking into.  Especially when intelligence was involved.

The two of you met the patrolman that was covering the outside of the house “Well I hope no one is dying considering none of you seem to be in a god awful rush” you told him and saw Sylvie smirk slightly. He shook his head “No ma'am. Sergeant Voight just wanted one of his detectives checked out along with the perp before rolling out”

You rolled your eyes “Always a pleasure to act as his personal rolling clinic” “Well if it isn't my favorite Paramedic” You glanced up the steps to see Voight himself standing in the threshold of the house. 

You hated how damn attracted you were to him. He was quite a bit older than you, his son Justin was just a couple years behind you in high school. He had a hell of a reputation in Chicago and around your station house. He did things his own way and sometimes, well  most of the time those ways were less than morally north.

But he also ran the most successful unit in the CPD. The men and women under him were your friends. He worked non-stop no matter the case and no matter the background of the victim. He may be a little more on the grey side of the moral scale but the results spoke for themselves. He went at every one the same. Brown eyes, that damn gravel filled voice that went straight through you and that fucking smirk that drove you bat shit every time you had to respond to a call he was at.  

“Hello to you too Voight. I see you're fine so which of your detectives got hurt?” You asked, walking up to meet him. He held open the door, letting Sylvie in first then his eyes trailed over you “Ruzek rolled his ass up chasing the perp. I need to see if a trip to med is needed”

You shook your head “Ok then, show us to them”

You were sitting at the bar in Mollys eyeing the most recent concoction Herrman had sat in front of you, Cruz, Jay and Adam. “Boys, I don't think this is a case of ladies first. Besides if either of you go down don't you want me still standing to render aid?” You asked, looking between them.

Adam shrugged and tipped the green liquid back, grimacing slightly but then he shrugged “Not that bad actually” 

You watched him for a second before saying “Fuck it” and tipped back your own shot. You saw why he grimaced. It was very limey but for one of Herrmans mixes it was good. “Not bad” you nodded so Jay and Cruz followed after you.

Cruz motioned to Herrman for another round. Adam cut his eyes at Jay who shook his head. “Ok detectives. What was that about?” You asked, seeing Jay shoot Adam a glare before Adam turned to face you, leaning one arm on the bar “What's with you and Voight?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking between him and Jay. Cruz laughed “She's a little oblivious fellas” you spun around to face him and he threw his hands up “I think I just heard Kelly call me…from the other side of the bar” 

“Coward” you called after him before leveling Jay with a look “Halstead” he punched Adam's arm before saying “You and him flirt…like a lot.”

“I do not flirt with Voight” you argued, feeling your face warm. Adam nodded slowly “Yeah, Sure ya don't. And he doesn't get pissy when we have to roll an ambo any time it's not your shift so that means he hasn't gotten to see you”

“What?” You laughed and Jay shrugged “Just an observation” “about what?” Kevin asked as him, Hailey and Kim joined the three of you. “Voight's thing for her”

Your mouth fell open at Adam's answer but then Kevin nodded “Oh yeah. It's hilarious when we work a scene with fifty one. Ain't never seen Voight get dog walked before then” 

“Oh my god. I do not!” You gasped and Kim patted your back “Honey, ya kinda do” 

You shook your head “For fucks sake. You six are like kids trying to get your dad a date” Hailey shrugged “Maybe he'd get in a better mood” and all of you busted out laughing.

A week passed and you didn't give much more thought to their teasing. Hell Hank Voight struck you as the type of man that if he wanted something he'd go after it.

A call rang out summoning an ambulance to the north side. Sylvie slapped your foot where you’d had it propped up on the chair in front of you, currently beating Kelly at a game of poker “C’mon partner. We gotta go” you tossed your cards down and pointed at Kelly “I’ll get you later Severide” 

The two of you headed out to the bays and climbed into the rig with you driving. She shot you a smile as you pulled out onto the road. At least it was a nice day, winter was finally breaking and the roads weren’t iced over. 

“I’ll buy lunch since you bought breakfast” she offered and you grinned “You just want an excuse to hide from Matt” she raised an eyebrow “Says the lady who literally hid behind Chief the last time we worked a scene with PD so you wouldn’t have to talk to Voight!” 

You opened your mouth to argue but knew that would only push her point further. When you clamped your mouth closed she giggled, honest to god giggled. “I knew it! You have a thing for him! Hello daddy issues” your mouth fell open “Sylvie Brett!”

She shrugged “If it makes you happy and he treats you good” you shook your head “He doesn’t treat me anyway. Now no more teasing, we’re to the address”

___________

Hank was in his office when Adam walked to the open door and knocked on it “Hey, um boss” he cut his eyes up from the file in his hands “What is it Ruzek?”

“We got a call about a hostage situation. Three civilians and two medics from fifty one” he was on his feet and grabbing his jacket before Adam could finish talking. “Gear up, now!”

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Your eyes were glued to the gun in the man’s hand. Unconsciously you moved one hand to push Sylvie behind you. You couldn’t get your partner out of this situation but you’d be damned before you stood there and didn’t try to protect her. 

“What’s the end game here? I mean you have to know SWAT is gonna come through that door” you motioned to the door at the far end of the store. There were a total of five hostages including yourself and Sylvie.  He nodded “Oh, I know” he took a step towards you, close enough the gun brushed against your chest “But luckily for me I got a pretty little paramedic with a big mouth who wants to protect everyone else in here”

You glared at him, keeping one hand on Sylvie. You had to keep him calm until SWAT could respond. That meant staying calm yourself, despite the fear coursing through you. “Whatever you need me to do to get everyone out of here alive” you whispered, feeling your hands tremble. 

The sounds of sirens hit your ears and he smirked at you “Lets see what happens next”

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He’d had to order the shot. There was no other way to get you out of the situation. When they’d breached you were held against the man’s chest, the barrel of his gun pushed into your temple. Your eyes had widened slightly when you saw Hank but your shoulders had loosened just a bit.

“Listen, you let her go..you got a chance of walking out of here” he tried to offer a way out but when the son of a bitch had the nerve to look him in the eye and smirk before saying “What if I wanna walk out of here with her” he gave the signal to Jay. 

You flinched when the blood splattered across your face but the moment you were free instead of running to Sylvie like he’d expected or to a member of his unit that he knew you were friends with, you ran straight to him. You wrapped both arms around his neck, your muscles fully relaxing once he pulled you to his chest “Thank you. Fuck, thank you. I was so damn scared until I saw it was you. I knew you’d get me out”

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You and Sylvie were on the couch in Hank’s office. She had one of Kevin’s spare jackets wrapped around her while Hank had taken the jacket off his back to put around you when a crime scene tech had been forced to take yours for evidence.

For the last couple hours you’d given your statements and both of you had fallen asleep when the adrenaline crashed down. The entire time no one dared to cross the threshold. Hank had told them in no uncertain terms to “Stay the hell out of my office and let them catch their breath”

You curled further into the jacket, the scent of Hank’s cologne comforting you despite everything that happened that day.You’d never been so fucking scared. Your job was insane enough but staring down a barrel of a gun? Having to offer yourself up to get her and innocent people to safety? 

The moment you knew it was Hank..you knew you’d be ok. You knew he’d get you out. You knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Why were you waiting on him to make a move? You knew he was single, knew he had a thing for you as well. Why hadn’t you asked him out? 

 A knock at the door drew your attention and you smiled when Hank walked in, followed by Stella. “Your ride’s here” he teased with a smile. You grinned “Oh thank god, I thought I may have to deal with your driving again” Sylvie shook her head with a small smile “We can go?”

“You’re free to go” he agreed so she walked over to Stella. You started to walk after her and made it halfway into the bullpen before you realized you were still wearing Hank’s jacket. “Let me give his jacket back” you told Stella who nodded “Take your time” 

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You walked back to his office and tapped on the open door. He cut his eyes up and smiled when he saw you “Hey sweetheart, you forget something?” you motioned to the jacket “Well sergeant I was stealing this” he shook his head “Keep it. Looks better on you”

You felt your face warm “Hank Voight. Never would have pegged you for a flirt” he shrugged “Only when you’re around apparently” you rolled your lip between your teeth. After the day you had, you weren’t letting an opportunity go by “In that case, you have my number on my statement. Why don’t you use it and come pick me up Friday night?”

He raised an eyebrow “Excuse me?” you grinned “Come on Old man do I gotta spell it out” you stepped further into the office, leaning against the wall not far from his desk “I like you, you’re a pretty good man and damn good looking. I think you like me. So, do you want to go out friday night?”

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head “You’re damn near young enough to be my kid” you couldn’t have stopped the smirk that slipped onto your face if you’d tried before you asked “Is that your way of telling me you want me to call you daddy? Because damn, at least wait until then”

He laughed “You’re something else you know that?” you nodded “I’ve been told. So, friday?” he smiled “Friday sweetheart”

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When you walked out of the office you heard Adam whisper to Hailey “I think we got her” you cut your eyes at him and smirked “I’ll see ya around Ruzek” he grinned “So does this mean I can call you when he’s mean to me?”

You shook your head “Ruz, let me go out on the date first before you want me to protect you. Damn!”

[averagechuckfan]

looks around* lowers voice*

Mikey finding his s/o toys and he gets jealous that his s/o is using them instead of using him and then his s/o uses the toys on mikey to show him how good they feel

*takes the request slowly and puts it in his pocket* Got ya pookie...

Warning → +18

(all characters are +18 so don't start saying shit in the comments, English is not my first language, still trying to figure out how to make good shit so please be patient)

Nasty (nasty)

"Where's it?" He asked you, searching for your phone now that he convinced you to order some pizza because my boy Mikey is always hungry.

"I think it's in my bedroom!" You were in the kitchen looking for something to drink with the pizza just to find out you're running out of soda's, quickly, you took your wallet and your keys, put your shoes on and walked out of your apartment but before that you turned around to notify him you're gonna be back soon.

"Gonna go out to buy more soda, I'll be back in a minute!" He simply responded with a "okay!" And you make your way out to the street while he was still fighting against his own demons because the poor boy couldn't find the phone.

"If I were a phone...where would I hide?...." Bro's gonna fry his brain if he keeps thinking that hard, after what feels like for ever (two minutes) he noticed that he hasn't searched for the phone in your closet!

So here's our beautiful boy, sitting on the floor, looking at everything he found in a not so well hidden box... At first he felt a bit disappointed with himself... Why would you have toys? He wasn't enough to satisfy you? Is he doing something wrong? But then something else kicked in... Jealousy, how's gonna make you feel good a piece of plastic? Nonsense! He now was a bit angry at you for hiding this type of things from him... Didn't you trust him enough to talk about all this stuff?

By the time you came back with the soda, you found him on the couch, arms crossed on front of his plastron, something wasn't okay...

"Mikey? Hey! I'm b-back... Is everything okay?" You asked worried since he didn't even turn to greet ya like if it has been years without seeing you (puppy behaviour?)

"how long?" He asked, finally turning around to face you "how long what?" You asked as you put the soda in the coffee table "how long have you been hiding from me the fact that I don't satisfy you enough?" He sounded offended... Or maybe he was just being dramatic "Mikey...what are you talking about-" "I found EVERYTHING!"

So now you're the one frying your brain trying to find out what got him in this really bad mood "er....?" "THE TOYS!"... Nothing actually happened, you just stared at him for a moment before laughing out loud, when you finally managed to calm down you explained it to him "Mikey I only have those toys for when i feel so needy but you can't come over, there's no toys in this world who could actually make me feel as good as you do" smiling warmly, you sat by his side, ona thing got to other and what at first were lovely tiny kisses ended up with hungry and desperate ones...

The things only grew hotter till one idea came to your mind "wanna try them out?" And that's how we ended this way, Mikey moaning out loud (in my hc Mikey it's really vocal) while you press the vibrator directly in his cloaca, this poor boy has been begging you for permission to drop his cock out "be a good boy and wait" you whispered softly to him, after what feels like for ever "p-please ! I- I can't -" his legs started to shake, he wouldn't last much longer "okay".

Now all erect in his full glory, his cock twitched at the feeling of the vibrations of your toy (you're gonna be the death of this dude), Mikey felt out of breath as you press the toy right on the head of his dick, his hands resting at his sides as he did his best to not throw the toy away and take you right there, right now. At this point our poor boy was babbling and so lost in his own arousal, his hips bucking up, whimpering desperately, all sweaty "I- mmmgonna- ah!" That's the last words he said before his orgasm hits him hard and rough, tears forming on his eyes as his body trembles from the overstimulation.

"So, you like it?" Pulling the toy away from him "iksndm...mskjnhbf" you chuckled playfully "I would take that as a yes" you said before giving him a tiny lovely kiss on his cheek

Be honest guys did I ate with this one? 👀💧

(me reading all the shit I just wrote↓)

[sluttybwunni]

a pirates greed (m)

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masterpost : recent

pairing : afab!reader x monkey d. luffy

✸ ... synopsis: after saving an entire country, luffy just needs his favourite stress reliever all to himself

wc: 3.6k

warnings : established relationship, porn w minimum plot, post-wano luffy being a whore !!! absolutely rough nasty nd animalistic, unprotected (cmon yall know better), petty argument, faded law, reader is a lil mean, your captain just loves eating you out! use of devil fruit (canon), creampie, drool kink, luffy has a lip ring, overstimulation, mention of blood, praise kink (both parties), cumplay, semi-public, oral (m rec)

getting severe brain rot from just thinking about how needy and greedy luffy would be during a post-battle victory banquet...

especially after how nicely that black dress outlined your ass.

he just wants to put his hands all over you, but nami's banned him from any physically exerting activity, including dancing since he's still recovering from the damage he took.

poor guy almost begged to have himself buried in your sopping cunt, whimpering and gasping under you because he's been so stressed after all that fighting!

it's only right you help your boyfriend release all that pent-up energy right?

but to his dismay you were busy with traffy, his tattooed hands tracing over the thin fabric of your dress as you two danced.

"damn him." luffy chanted in his head continuously, wishing you'd stop focusing on law and pay attention to him instead.

your captain worked so hard to defeat kaido.. so why are you smiling and spending time with law instead? that's not fair. you should be rewarding luffy with your touch for being so strong all the time, no?

he couldn't even hear zoro's drunken babbling as he fixated his eyes on the two of you from his table. luffy thought it was too polite of you to let law touch you like that... way too polite. no longer able to deal with the ache in his shorts. though what made his heart palpitate the most was how the both of you seemed to be having a jolly fun time. he grazes his teeth over his lips, excusing himself from his best friend before stumbling towards the dance floor to reach you and law.

"actually i already rolled some spliffs, we can go outside n hit some right now if you'd like," law said with a deep chuckle, gazing at you with his half-lidded eyes. "go do that with your side, look he's starin' at you as i speak." you joke, nodding your head in the direction of kidd as law harshly exhales, rolling his eyes."fffucking hell will you drop that? i was zooted outta my mind when i said.." your conversation gets cut short when you feel pair of hands other than law's snake around your waist from behind.

you momentarily freeze— only to find relief when you hear luffy's voice. he's clinging onto you, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. the threads of his strawhat slightly bent against your skin as luffy pressed himself closer; hiding the stony expression on his face. “(name).. you've been dancin' with traffy the whole time. it's annoying.” luffy whined against your earlobe. your captain continued to press and grind his body against you, something hard rubbing against your ass.

"i know luffy.. but me and law haven't properly hung since we left zou." you responded as luffy lifted his head from the warmth of your body to send law a glare while you both tried keeping balance on the floor as the surrounding crowd of people continued dancing. "so (name)-ya you coming? strawhat can tagalong if he wants." law spoke, putting his hands in his pockets as he glanced towards the exit.

"w--"

“nuh uhn..” luffy shook his head before you could even respond, his face wincing in a grimace.

"luffy, i—"

"no."

"you're supposed to rest lu.. you're still recovering" you softly exhaled, turning in his grip so you could face him. "well ya could've just stuck around me. ion like that you spent time with tra-guy in the first place." luffy continues whining, his voice growing annoyed and impatient.

he seemed restless, his breath uneven. "also ya promised you'd only dance with me." you giggled, scanning the way his pretty lips formed a pout, eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. “don't worry, it won't happen again lu, you're still my number one dance partner.. and i spent all day with you yesterday, n the day before.” you respond, letting another giggle leave your lips.

but luffy doesn't find it funny, he slowly loosens his grip on your waist— tossing his lip ring through his teeth as his obsidian eyes look into yours. "this is the thing with you, ya don't keep your promises (name)." he mutters his voice going a little deeper causing your smile to fall. wait.. huh?

"what's that even mean?" you retort. luffy's feeling all sorts of emotions right now.. but he can't tell why his breath is so shaky, or why his heart was feeling heavy. he'd been so stressed over the past few weeks, the pent-up anger was possibly getting to him.

“you keep breaking ya promises! thats what it means.” luffy snaps. for a second his eyes soften after he realizes he raised his voice, but he doesn’t move from his position, hands still on your waist. law, witnessing the sudden quarrel— decides to walk off leaving the two of you alone.

the tension between you felt heavy. "the fuck? luffy since when have i broken any of our promises. me and law well, dancing just.. happened. it didn't even mean anything we're friends." now you were getting agitated. "that's not even the main problem.." he muttered, luffy's gaze eats you up— and the glint in his eyes almost speak a magnitude of unsaid words.

"..i'm YOUR boyfriend (name), ya didn't like when hancock was all over me so why—" "can you stop bringing that bitch up??" you knew it wasn't great of you to dance with law all while your boyfriend was watching you, but you didn't think it'd be that big of a problem. you trace your hands over his— removing them as you angrily turn around to stride away. but you can never really get away from a man with the power to stretch, so luffy beats you to wherever you thought you were walking off to, stretching his arm and pulling your body back towards him.

“m’sorry… i— (name) i'm just feelin stressed right now. can you please just...” luffy rasps in a softer tone trailing off as his arms cage you. you stay silent for a couple of moments, trying to process the exchange of words you shared seconds ago. but the more he presses your back against him, the more you feel the stiffness between his legs. you don't quite know what to say, so you turn 180 degrees to press a hot kiss against his lips.

luffy's taken aback by the suddenness, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying it. he returns what you gave to him passionately. pulling you even closer, as if he's wanting to get completely lost in the kiss. you hum against his lips when luffy swivels his hips, grinding his dick against your inner thighs.

he seems so eager, so desperate for you and it shows. really lost in the kiss and in the moment, as if all he can think about is being balls deep in your dewy cunt. and who's to say you don't want him just as much. the way luffy's frenching you seems almost animalistic, and you could feel how he's having trouble controlling himself with every passing second that you're pressed against him. trying so hard to maintain his composure.

and when you break the messy kiss, a string of saliva still adjoining your lips— your captain looks at you with a blush, still panting heavily. watching the drool that slowly dripped from the corner of luffy's mouth was something that shouldn't have been so hot to you.

his eyes travel up and down your body and back to your lips. the faint taste of mango luffy had gotten drove him insane. he loved when you slathered your plump lips with lipgloss, regardless of the flavour or color— and he adored making a mess of it, ruining it. his own lips being stained a hint of red.

luffy seems lost again. almost unable to think by himself. he leans towards you once more, seemingly going in for another kiss. but he stops himself for a moment to admire how soft you feel— hands grasping your ass through the flimsy fabric of your dress. your head was spinning, maybe from the shots you took earlier, or the way luffy had devoured your mouth. "i-"

"shut up." you huff out, pulling him towards the nearest slightly secluded space you could find. and luckily, there was a nicely lit room with a thick futon neatly unfolded on the carpeted ground. pressing him against the wall, you brought a nasty, wet kiss to luffy's lips once more. one that left his stomach fluttering. he sucked and drug his tongue back and forth against yours, in the messiest ways he could think of. too lost in your lips to get off of the surface behind him.

he couldn't help the blood that rushed even more to his cock once you tugged hard on his hair. luffy couldn't put it into words, but he was such a slut for the way you painfully grasped his raven locks every time you enjoyed something. he muttered your name a couple of times between heavy breaths before he quickly wriggled out of the red material of his top letting you suction your way down his neck, teeth grazing his collarbone.

and you didn’t need any command to lower your head and place luffy's nipple between your lips. you only bothered to unbutton and drop his shorts low enough to free his aching dick, rock-hard and covered with pre-cum. fuck you wanted to slobber all over his length so bad. though luffy catches you by a fistful of your hair, preventing you from going further.

"stop, i wanna suck." you whine out, but luffy shakes his head, pulling his boxers up just enough to cover past the tip of his cock. pushing his back from off the door- he lays himself on the futon, hauling you with him. "no, i want you t’ sit on my face first." for a second, you stilled, as if the statement shocked you. "you... you want that?" you tested the waters, but luffy didn't just want it. he needed it.

"please… i’ll make ya cum so good (name) just sit on my face." luffy insists, eyes glossed over. face sitting was something he'd yearned to try with you for so long. so impatiently, he pulls you to straddle him, your dress sliding up your thighs. he wastes no time ripping the expensive fabric of your panties— taking a few moments to rub the pads of his calloused fingers along the wet patch you left beforehand.

you nervously let him pull you further up by the hips until your pussy is just above his mouth, the scent of your sweet arousal hitting his nose. “smell so good (name) m’gonna taste you now yeah?” “please do captain” you respond breathlessly. and before you could take another breath, luffy’s making out with your cunt— tongue lapping vigorously over your clit sending a pleasurable shiver up your spine.

you immediately try to raise your hips afraid you’ll suffocate him if you give in to the pleasure, but luffy’s hands grip your thighs painfully, preventing you from squirming away. because luffy doesn’t care if he suffocates as long as he’s got his tongue sloping in and through your folds. and something about knowing how anyone could walk into this room, seeing the two of you sent electricity through your core.

you felt the coolness of luffy's lip ring make contact with you constantly, and you couldn’t quite decipher his muffled words, but you could tell by the way he desperately stuffed his face between your legs that he was in ecstasy. “sso.. mmh feels good lu!” you barely manage voicing out, already close to your on-coming high.

but as much as luffy wants to stay between your thick thighs and fuck you with his mouth, he was restless, and hard. feeling his own heartbeat pulsing right at the tip of his dick. he suctions at your clit roughly, earning a loud cry from you before you’re already cumming— a slightly clear stream of liquid flowing from your cunt.

and of course, luffy being the greedy man he is takes everything you give him, leaving your cunt only after he’s had his fill. “taste n' look so pretty when you cum..” he coo's almost cheerfully before moistening his lips, a more serious look returning to his face as you free your legs from his face.

"here, taste yourself pretty" he whispers, pressing a slow kiss against your lips. though you only manage to come back to your senses enough to comprehend that he's torn off your nice pair off underwear, feigning a faux an annoyed look. "does ripping all my expensive lingerie get you off or something?"

"m'to impatient to take it off slowly.." he pouts, as you drag yourself off of him.

“is that so..? my turn now.” you whisper, before you're on off of him and on your knees tugging roughly at his unbuttoned shorts causing them to slightly tear.

"hey! those were m—"

you cut luffy short before he could complain about your petty revenge, giving the tip of his cock slow kitten licks and a few pumps before sealing your lips around it's pretty head, making him let out a throaty whine as you take or inches of him.

"i'll forgive ya if you open your mouth n take me deeper.." luffy breaths out lowly fully relaxed on his back now. one hand under his head and the other, guiding yours. you part your lips further, warm breaths of air fanning over his flushed tip.

“ahh.. fuckk baby— use that pretty mouth like you do best” luffy slurs, and something in you almost switches like a trigger. his coaxing encouraging the worst in you. especially since it was incredibly rare of him to use pet names with you. so you suddenly take as much his size as you can luffy shuddering in pleasure.

every ridge and vein on his length felt as your drag your tongue, every lick and suck of your mouth on him resulting in obscenity; gagging, wet noises, moaning. everything only making your hole flutter more.

his shut tight. opening them after a few seconds, to admire how your lips sank down on his cock. "gooddd, it's like ya mouth was made jus for— nggh.. sucking off your captain huh?"

"hold on.." you suddenly whisper, causing luffy to whine from the lost warmth. you take something out from between your cleavage. what was so important that you needed to stop? and suddenly he tenses his thighs.. you're scribbling on his cock. it tickles and it’s heaven. luffy couldn't even see what you are creating, but the sensation was fucking amazing. especially since he was so sensitive.

“thereee” you say, admiring your work.

“so pretty.”

“what did you do? i wanna see”, luffy begs, squirming needily. and you raise your hand, waving the wand of your cherry red lipgloss in your hand. luffy glances down to look at his aching cock, to find the words. 'all mine ♡' scribbled in red.

something about that act felt so endearing to him that luffy felt he'd tear up from the gesture— and from the fact that you were teasing his poor friend. he gives you a lazy smile. but as his eyes wander the room, he finds himself making eye contact with the tall mirror that but on a perfect display of your backside. you were almost on all fours now as you slobbered his cock, head tilted down and ass pointed up.

it looked so soft, and you looked ever so stunning. unfortunately for you, luffy was as restless as ever. he could never control himself whenever he saw that damn ass of yours. so you didn't blame him when he tugged on a fist-full of your hair to get you off his cock.

"wait m'not—"

"(name)... i— wanna fuck you from behind, please can't wait anymore.. want ya to put that cute ass on me."

"you're so impatient."

well, who were you to deny captains orders?

with a quick sound rustling of fabric, you'd immediately discarded your dress, pressing your face down into the futon as luffy teased your hole momentarily with the head of his cock. holding you in place by the hips and seconds later, he's already buried inside you— stuffing himself to the hilt. so fucking tight he thought.

luffy bit down onto his lip muffling the whimpers that endlessly slipped from his mouth— to the point that it drew a bit of blood. he pounded like he wanted everyone near to know, to hear how he was making a mess out of you. though he was shameless enough for it, luffy couldn't decide whether he wanted to be the only one that got to see your messy cum stuffed cunny, or if he wanted a live audience as he fucked you to the point of drooling. and who's to say you would mind the latter?

head thrown back in pleasure, his dark hair stringy from sweat, his furrowed eyebrows as you continue to tighten and clench around him, pulling you further onto his cock. he giggles breathily, "l-love when you squeeze me like that" only earning a incomprehensible mumble from you. something about the way he moaned and spoke was so ..slutty.

"cmonn.. i know ya can talk louder than that!" he sneers, and that was luffy's favourite part about doing this with you. he loved pleasuring you to the point of not being able to speak, knowing he's the only one who can make you this dumb on dick.

he loved the freedom that came with exploring new ways to make eachother feel good, and nothing made him happier than sharing in such freedom with you.

luffy's hands roughly fist your hair, pulling your head up in order to better show you what he's doing to you. "look in the mirror (name), look how gorgeous ya- gaahh, look when you're all fucked out. see? so pretty baby~" he taunts.

"gonna cum, wan' cream all over you!"

"yeah? captain's dick feels that good?" he lets off another breathy moan. "y-ya like it when i stretch ya out like this?" and when you let out a string of praises chanting his name like your life depended, he decided you deserved a treat in return for always being this good for him. so luffy bit down on his thumb and blew until you felt an unfamiliar sensation deep in your guts causing you to mewl out. he was way bigger all of a sudden, and his cock seemed to fill and rub against areas you'd never known could be reached.

"ah luffy thats.. you're- so deep” you almost wanted to sob as he watched you wriggle under him, your senses overloading from the stimulation luffy inflicts upon you. it was crazy how he could be so sweet and caring with you one moment, and the next having every bone in your body tingling from euphoria.

"keep— ah god.. moanin' out like that! let tra-guy know that yer all mine" luffy rasped, only further perusing with his erratic pace. it was ruthless almost— and hearing those pretty sounds from you didn't help the burning sensation he felt in his lower stomach.

"sso- so close!"

"pl-please need you to fill me full with your seed.." you whimper feeling your knees almost buckle when his cock starts to forcefully rub against your cervix.

"i gotcha! gonna.. stuff you up- mmm, so good n watch it spill out.." he laughs between his far from quiet moans, one of his hands tracing your ass until he snakes it down between your legs, rubbing at your clit without mercy. your vision blurred and your fingers gripped at the futon tightly, “ah fuck! L-LUFFY! LUFFY!"

and as you finally cum around him, clenching around his pulsating length once more. "that's it! so good baby, so good..!" he continues to fuck into you, hitting deeply over and over again, pushing you into the softness below— then it's his turn to orgasm. his sticky white filling your womb until it started to leak out. luffy pulls out just in time for your body to slump down onto the cushioned surface.

but he doesn't let go of your hips just yet. luffy's gaze hazily follows the milk colored substance that seeps out of your fluttering cunt as he draws heavy breaths. taking his middle and index working them into your sensitivity— watching the string of cum that shadows his fingers as he pulls them out.

luffy being luffy, couldn't help but want to taste it, because what would be the point of all this work if everything went to waste?

"say ahhh." was the only thing you could make out, before you're being flipped onto your back, a strong hand resting on your chin. through your blurred sight— you watched luffy lick two of his fingers slowly, savoringly before he gathers the drool in his mouth letting it drip down to yours. and you let him, letting your mouth hang agape to accept every bit of his filth.

"swallow... atta girl..!" he smiled brightly watching the lewd expression you made tasting your guys aftermath. he runs his hands back to your ass, kneading it slowly but without any ulterior motive other than that he loves holding it when you calm down together.

"i love you (name) m'sorry i got so mad at you earlier."

"no, i should apologize. you were injured n bored and i wasn't even checking up on you."

"speaking of injuries.. i think still i need some stress therapy." luffy says with a sly grin, laying beside you on the futon.

you catch on almost too quickly, shaking your head— breath still uneven. "no no no, we're done. we can't have any of your wounds reopening."

"don't ya wanna suck me off still? a bit of head can't do any harm!"

"you realize this room has no door right?"

"......when has that ever stopped us?"

oh god.

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... ✸ a/n: i was baked past cloud 9 when i wrote the other half of this but, ion wanna hear noone say shit such as “luffy ain’t slutty like that” nah man he is 🙏 down with sex ignorant luffy !!! #ace luffy is still canon but so is slut luff

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