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[fos-tis-zois]

thinking about co-worker!nanami kento who cannot stop staring at you every minute you are in the office.

the minute you step out of the elevator his eyes fall on your every movement. the way you rearrange your desk every morning before starting work, and what he would give to take you on your desk and eat you out until he cannot breathe. he probably still wouldn't stop. he watches you every day as you make your coffee and take your cup to your plump, glossy lips, breathing out a sense of relief after your first sip. ohh what he would give to be the one on your lips, tasting your sweet lip gloss mixed with caffeine, and giving you so much more relief than that cup. he knows he is not the only one looking at you. he sees all the other men in the office gawking at your ass hugging skirt, wanting to break their faces for even looking at the perfect body which only his discreet eyes deserved. his heart literally stops when you pass by his office and wave at him with a smile before you resume your work. and fuck….what he would do to see how that pretty mouth looks when he bends you over his desk and pounds you till fucking oblivion, if your sweet pussy can even take him all in. it had almost become a ritual to get a hard on every morning after seeing you, but he was learning to keep it hidden.

he had to keep all of this in, always. he respected the work you did and knew you saw him as a mentor. he did not want to break that trust in any way by letting you know even a little about the lewd thoughts he has been having of you. but all his caution went out the window one day when he saw you in the office lounge, getting lunch with the team. even though you were at a different table with your friend, he could not help but be jealous of the sauce coating your lips, his thoughts once again getting the best of him. the fact that you were wearing a tight shirt which accentuated your perfect big b🍒bs was not helping kento's mind from everything unholy. the tipping point was when a dollop of the sauce fell on your chest, right above your tits. you laughed with your friend about it, and wiped it off your chest with your finger and put it in your mouth to lick the sauce off. it is as if this whole thing took place in slow motion in front of kento's eyes. he immediately became so hard that he had to excuse himself saying he had an important meeting pushed up that he needed to attend. he literally had to hide himself with the empty tray he was holding, lest his co-workers see the excruciating situation your existence had put him in.

as if this was not enough, his karmic slap was when an important meeting really did get pushed up which you had to attend with him and you both got loaded with a lot of work to finish within a really time crunched deadline. this meant kento had to stay late, even pull an all-nighter maybe. that part really wasn’t difficult. what was difficult was that he had to do this with you. “You do not have to stay Y/n, it has been a long day, you are free to go home,” he tried to make you leave to relieve the sexual tension building in his pants. “thank you nanami-san, but according to this schedule we will have to finish up the presentations by tonight to meet the deadlines, it will be faster if i stay back with you too”. this is the work ethic he really did respect in you, really made restricting his urges worth it. he smiled ever so slightly and said, “You can call me Kento”. “but you’re my senior”, you hushed. “Finee, you can call me Kento when it’s just the two of us. better?” he offered. “yes, kento”, you replied. his name sounded sweeter than honey to him in your voice. he tried to shake all his thoughts away and threw himself to work.

an hour or so later, you got up to stretch out your back. nanami did not want to look but oof- the way your shirt was clinging to that perfect waist, he seemed to get frozen in time just looking at you again. “it seems like we are going to be here for a few more hours, i'm going to start a pot of coffee, want some?”, you asked, breaking his daze. “Um, what? Yeah sure coffee sounds good”, he musters, hoping you did not catch the way he was staring. you lean next to him to pick his mug up from the table, where the sight of your perfect tits got in his eyeline, and it’s like nanami forgot how to breathe. he immediately got up, entranced in your smell and almost put his hands on the small of your back to pull you close but stopped when he saw you looking at him, holding the two mugs in both your hands, confused. “Y/n…”, he started, “You are free to stop me or report me or whatever you deem necessary, but on the off chance you are okay with it, can I please kiss you?”

little did he know that you had been waiting for ages for him to ask you this. you were secretly delighted when he had been assigned your mentor. not only was he mind-blowingly good looking, he was extremely passionate, which was reflected in his work. you always wondered how that passion would convert when he took you, hopefully roughly, and made you his. you knew his eyes were on you when you entered in the mornings; you chose outfits that would make his eyes linger on your body more. as much as you respected your senior and knew this could not really happen, the forbiddenness of this dynamic was what turned you on every time you saw him, dressed up in his tight suits each time. you could not help but peek at his ass when he walked past you, or take a whiff of his sexy cologne everytime you walked together to or from conference rooms. you purposely greeted him every morning, hoping that one of the days he would finally break in and initiate something with you. you could not believe this was happening either when he finally asked you for a kiss.

“oh my god kentoo…”

“I’m sorry y/n, it was stupid-”

“i didn’t say no.

he looked at you in disbelief like he needed you to say it again. “please kiss me, kento”, you obliged. he did not have to be told a third time. he immediately crashed his lips on you, pulling you closer to him, his hands firm on your waist that he was admiring mere minutes ago. you close your arms around his neck, making the empty mugs you're holding crash into each other but neither of you cared about that at the moment. he takes one hand up to your neck and pulls your face closer to his, his other hand being on your ass squeezing it and pulling it towards his covered cock. you feel your effect on his bulging cock and curve your hips even more to press his cock onto you deeper. your hands move around the man’s entire body, lingering at his pecs and biceps. your lips aren’t stopping and he bites your lower lip softly, lips he has been looking at every morning wanting to do this forever. you part your lips and let his tongue explore every corner of your mouth. your tongues fight for dominance, neither of you wanting to let go for even a second. he breaks the kiss and attacks your neck, licking and biting like an animal in heat. he takes his one hand in your hair and pulls it down, giving him more access to your pretty neck. he moves from the neck to your ear lobes, licking it clean like a cat. your knees melt at his warm saliva being across your face, but still wanting so much more. he pulls your shirt open in with a sharp tug, letting the buttons fall loose on the floor. you open your mouth to protest, but it is replaced by the moans coming out of your mouth as he takes your tits out from your bra and puts one nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. as he is playing with your nipples, he pulls your skirt up from behind and squeezes your ass, making you moan his name loudly, “aaah kento!” he looks back at you and whispers in his deep gravel voice, “my name has never sounded sweeter to me”, and kisses you again, with vigor, as if breathing was less important than kissing you at the moment. you pull his tie out and throw it on the table and undo all his buttons so you can see his sexy chiseled abs, the one you have been imagining on your lonely nights. you run your hand across his body, your fingers lightly touching his nipple. little did you know that was his sensitive spot. he breaks off the kiss and looks at you with his darkened eyes, “kneel.”

it's like his voice cast a spell on you, and you instantly fell on your knees. it is as if heavens itself had told you to kneel and with a voice like nanami’s, it really seemed heavenly. you immediately started unbuckling his belt and removing his slacks to relieve the pressure on his bulging dick. it sprang up as soon as you removed his boxers, and you gasped. nanami was chiseled like a greek god. you had only imagined what his perfect cock would look and feel like in you, but this was so much more. he was big, but not just long. he was girthy, and you wondered if you could even fit him in your mouth. but you had wanted this as much as nanami and you were ready to take all his stress away. you looked up at him as you took his throbbing veiny dick in your hand, and licked it fully from the end of his balls all the way to the tip of his fat cock. he winced, finally having your warm tongue on his cock, something he had literally dreamed about. you swirl your tongue in circles around his tip, making him throw his head back in pleasure and anticipation. once you have teased him enough, you take it whole in your mouth, almost hitting your throat. you bob your head up and down, letting your saliva lube up his cock fully while you play with his cum filled balls with one hand. you feel his dick hit your throat over and over, but you love it. “Oh baby, you’re doing so well, taking me in completely, fuckk--ahh-- keep going”, nanami’s words gave you an extra jolt of energy and you took his dick completely in, and took your tongue slightly out to lick his balls at the same time. this made him almost feral, and you started feeling his cock vibrate against your cheeks. he took your hair in his hands and tugged it roughly, making you insanely horny. “darling i'm going to come so soon, get your mouth out”, he said trying to remove your mouth from his dick. you look up, lick his precum from your lips and say, “i want you to cum in my mouth, sir.” calling him sir awakened some kink in him and he thrust his cock into your pretty fucking throat and came instantly. you looked up, swallowed all his warm cum and smiled at him.

he got you up and lifted you by your waist and sat you on his desk. “Didn't realize you were this slutty, Y/n” he mocked. “only for you, sir” you countered with a devious smile. he removed the remnant of your shirt and bra and pulled your skirt down while his mouth worked wild on your boobs, biting and sucking them, to make sure he left his mark. he took his fingers over your clothed pussy and found a wet mess down there. “So wet f’ me, pretty? It’s as if you have wanted to fuck me all this while”, he teased you. “you were not the only one looking at me every morning”, you teased back, looking deep into his almond brown eyes. he smiled and put his hands inside your lacy panties and inserted his long middle finger inside your folds while using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. “ken--” you mewl at the unknown sensation, wanting it more and more. “You like, baby?”, he asks. “yes....” you whisper in reply. he puts his finger deeper and harder, “yes who?” “yes, sir”, you gulp. “Good girl”, he said and licked your earlobes while finger fucking your wet mess of a cunt. he yanked your panties down and took his tongue at your dripping folds and licked it generously. “ohh….fuck…ahhhhh”, you breathed out, tangling your fingers in his yellow locks. he held you stable by your ass, massaging it to relax your core muscles even more. you were getting wetter by the second, having his big nose propped up against your clit while he ate your wet pussy like it was his last meal. “fuck…sir, please don't stop, oh god….” you whimper, mentally surrendering to your sexy boss sending you to heaven. he started rubbing circles on your clit suddenly and you let a sharp exhale out, feeling yourself get close. “sir, im very close…”, you mewl out. he immediately takes his tongue out, to your dismay, and faces you. “you're not allowed to cum yet, my pretty little slut”, he said gravely, sending goosebumps down your spine. he hastily flipped you around and bent you over his desk, like he had imagined every morning. he spanked your soft ass hard, watching it jiggle against his dick. “sir…” you cried out, “please fuck me..”. “So impatient”, nanami huffed. he took his tip close to your wet folds and slapped his cock against it. your frustration had you gripping the edge of the desk. you looked back at him to beg, “sir ple-”, you did not get to finish as nanami started ramming your wet fucking cunt raw, as he spanked your ass more and more. “aaah, yess sir fuckk…” you cry out in pure bliss, your legs shaking as his fat veiny cock goes all the way to your intestines. “Mmm, you like it when i fuck you dumb princess? Is this how you think about your office seniors, my slutty little minx?" nanami groaned. he lifted your chest up a little from the desk and started pinching and pulling your nipples, while still ramming you from behind. you were helplessly standing there, using your hands to balance you on the desk with your tongue hanging, legs shaking and ass jiggling under this perfect man fucking you. he continued until you both came, moans mixing together to create the most lustful amalgam of voices.

“You can wear my shirt”, he said as he saw you looking at your shirt with its buttons lost on the ground in dismay.

“thanks, kento”, you cooed as you shyly took his shirt from his hand, taking in his scent.

before you could retract your hand, he took his hands in yours and pulled you closer, “I had planned to do this the other way around, but can I please take you out tomorrow?” he asked, looking deep in your eyes. you were finally being asked out, you could hardly contain your happiness. “kento, yes wow, i would love to but…”, “but?”, “well don't you think we would be here again tomorrow getting the deadline finished?”, you said, dejectedly. “Oh wow, the deadline. Your pretty pussy got me so drunk I forgot other things even existed.” he sighed. “Well, as long as I'm spending the time with you, i don't have any complaints”, he smiled at you, a proper rare nanami kento smile, and you knew you were head over heels in love with this beautiful man.

[fictionfordays]

Shuji Hanma - Ghostface [Day 6]

Art Room | Event Masterlist

A/N: this came out so fucking cute. Had fun with this one

Requested by: @saenora

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[brittscafe]

Hello! I’ve never requested anything before so I’m nervous 🫣 Can I request one for Shinji where him and the reader aren’t dating…..yet but they constantly tease and turn each other on and this specific time reader edges him to the point where he can barely control himself???

OH MY GOSH, YES!! I love this request and I love writing for Shinji <3

Shinji knew how to push your buttons and you knew how to push his. It was a game you loved to play, but a dangerous one. Playfully touches and words were exchanged, teasing each other to a boiling point, but never boiling over.

That's exactly what you wanted to happen together. You wanted Shinji's emotions to boil over.

You knock on the slightly open door and walk into his office. You shut the door behind you and Shinji stands in the front of his desk, organizing a stack of papers.

Shinji glances over his shoulder and a hot pit forms in his stomach.

"Hey," he greets you, his eyes glistening. You walk over to him and glance down at the stack of papers.

Your eyes dart to the amount of distance between Shinji and the wooden desk. Just enough space to squeeze yourself right in there.

"Here, I can take those," you explain with a slight smile on your face. You shuffle in between the desk and Shinji, pressing your body up against his.

You slightly bend over, pressing your ass right into his cock. Shinji's eyes widen as his cock slightly hardens and he inhales sharply.

"Careful," Shinji warns you, whispering into your ear.

"What's wrong, captain?" you ask with an innocent voice, fluttering your eyelashes at him. Shinji clenches his jaw and his palms become sweaty.

"N-nothing," he stutters out, clearing his throat. You shoot him a tiny smile and swipe the stack of papers off the desk. You step aside and Shinji walks behind his desk and sits down.

Shinji clenches his fists, trying to control himself. You glance down at the stacks of paper and frown slightly.

You need a paperclip and you knew exactly where Shinji keeps them.

You walk around the back of his desk and sit down on Shinji's lap. His stomach twists into knots and you spread your legs, rubbing your aching cunt against his hard cock.

You bend over and open the top draw.

"What are you doing?" Shinji asks through gritted teeth, feeling the pre-cum starting to leak out from his tip.

"I need a paperclip," you shrug your shoulders, taking out a paperclip and securing the papers together.

"Shit," Shinji hisses out underneath his breath, breathing heavily.

"It's just a paperclip, Shinji. There's no need to get all worked up," you tease him, letting out a content sigh.

"Stand up," Shinji demands, his expression as dead serious as you ever seen it. Your heart skips a beat at his expression and you quickly stand up.

Shinji stands up behind you, towering over you and you start to sink down in your figure. He rips the papers out from your hand and tosses them.

The papers fly and scatter around the office.

Shinji wraps a handful of your hair around his fingers and gives it a slight tug. Your lips part open as Shinji then slams you down on the desk in front of you.

He stands behind you, pressing his hard cock against your ass. You press your palms to the cold table and wiggle your hips. You let out a tiny chuckle and bite down on your bottom lip.

Shinji lifts up the bottom half of your soul reaper uniform and runs his hand up your thigh. His hand cups your clothed cunt and a tiny gasp leaves your lips.

"Is this what you want?" Shinji whispers, nibbling on your earlobe. A chill runs down your spine and you eagerly nod your head.

"Yes," you sigh out and his fingers slide inside your underwear. His thumb moves to rub slow circles over your sensitive clit and you let out a low moan.

A chuckle leaves Shinji's lips and his thumb continues rubbing your clit, ever so painfully slow. You buck your hips back, pressing your ass against him once more and Shinji grumbles under his breath.

Suddenly, Shinji stops all his movements and he removes his hand from your underwear. A tiny whimper leaves your lips and Shinji tugs on your hair, pulling you back up from the table.

Shinji tilts your head towards his and presses his eager lips against yours. You moan into his mouth and Shinji presses his free hand down on his cock, hoping to soothe his aching erection.

He presses his tongue through your lips and swirls his tongue around your mouth. You run your own tongue against his piercing and Shinji whimpers, quickly pulling away from your lips.

You grab onto his shoulders and shove him back down on the chair, not giving him a chance to move before you sit down on his lap.

You dip your head down to Shinji's neck and start lightly sucking on his sensitive skin. You slowly rock your hips back and forth, dragging your cunt over his cock.

One of Shinji's hands grabs onto yours and squeezes it tightly and his other hand rests on your lower back. You run your tongue over his skin and pull away your lips away.

You glance down at the red and purple mark starting to form on his neck. A grin tugs on your face and you eagerly press your lips against his.

Shinji could feel the cum leaking out of his tip as you continue rubbing yourself over his cock, speeding up your pace.

You taste his sweet lips and the sound of your lips smacking together fill the room. You slowly start to pull away from the kiss and Shinji's teeth attach to your bottom lip.

He gives you a gentle bite, before letting your bottom lip go.

"Fuck," Shinji moans out with a loud voice, his lips falling apart and he leans his head back.

"Shinji," you call out, letting out a tiny moan. A low breathless gasp leaves his lips and his breath shudders. A sharp breath mixed with a moan leaves Shinji's lips and you stop rocking your hips.

His cum fills his underwear and he grits his teeth. Shinji's cheeks turn a bright pink and he lowers his head. Shinji's hand releases yours and he wraps his arms around your torso.

He buries his head into your neck and pants heavily.

"You're gonna pay for that," Shinji breathes out into your neck, his heart races at the speed of lightning. You gulp, knowing that he means every word.

He squeezes you tightly and presses a soft kiss to your throat.

You cup his soft face and pull his face up towards yours. His eyes are still full of lust and his lips are swollen as you brush your thumb over his soft skin.

"Good, I look forward to it," you smile warmly, before hopping off his lap and walking out of his office.

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 4: "You're a monster."

T/W: Painful transformation, animal transformation, shapeshifting, blood, violence, driven to hurt, hurt / comfort, superheroes

Frostbringer / Evan belongs to the amazing bean @illustriousshadow

"...I'm ready."

The words leave my lips in a hushed declaration. Across from me our leader — Frostbringer — sends me an encouraging nod. Belief shines in his blue eyes, lightening my soul with hope.

"Let them have it, Sin."

I can only nod in response. Below us, the sounds of clashing metal and vicious yells fill the smoky air. I can safely say that we have found the cultists' current hideout, led by none other than...our own father. Yes, like it or not, I am still Sinnera Demona by blood and name, daughter of the renown shadow mage Lucifer Demona. Even though he is my father by blood, I have a sworn duty as one of the city's heroes-in-training to prevent him from causing harm to others. Already he has kidnapped my infant nephew, locked away my friends and...I don't even want to imagine what he's done to Sattie. My older brother is known for being rather fiery -- literally and figuratively given the nature of his own fire-wielding powers -- but especially so around him. After all, our childhood was spent being manipulated, lied to that the Outside was dangerous and no place for us. Countless days were spent trying to meet his expectations, being forced to push ourselves to breaking point to reach our true full potential in our powers.

That was why we had no choice but to run -- and we soon realised all of the lies we had been fed about the Outside. We found friends, a family and a new life -- although he quickly found us again. We were made to pay. He even tried to curse us into becoming completely subservient to his cause, to purging the 'outsiders' from our world and shedding innocent blood -- but the combined efforts of our friends allowed us to be saved. After that, Father had been arrested. He only escaped from prison last month. Now he has formed a new following to try again -- and nothing has changed. He is...incapable of redemption. All of our lives he has essentially tortured us. I still bear the scars on my back from when my efforts to please him were 'not good enough' and even now the nightmares still persist to this day, but...I have to face him.

I am not scared of you anymore, Lucifer...

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to focus. Through the haze I can make out my older brother, being violently overwhelmed by the hooded cultists He wrestles with every ounce of strength against the bonds holding him down, yelling unintelligible curses through the rag strung between his teeth. The red dripping down his face isn't lost on me, or the silver tipped dagger in the leader’s hands.

It's that part of the image that drives the motivation for the change.

Blessed Elements, do not fail me now!

Tightly gritting my teeth, I brace my body, close my eyes and murmur those three specific words — the words to trigger the change. It never gets any easier. The fact that I have had to change so many times before is irrelevant. Perhaps it's something that I'll never get used to, no matter how many times I do it. Of course, the severity of the process all depends on the nature of exactly what I change into. Bird. Beast. Myth. Monster. I can change into any one of them — but at the dangerous cost of becoming that creature. At the cost of losing my own sanity, forgetting my true identity and letting that monstrous beastly urge consume my soul. That is what terrifies me most of all — and I can only pray to the Elements for the strength to endure what is to come.

I can do this — I will do this!

I envision the creature in my mind as clearly as possible. Every detail is pictured intently, forming one individual piece of a larger being.

Wings. Claws. Feathers. Powerful. Feral—

Almost immediately I feel the fires ripping through my body. My eyes snap open, glowing like blazing embers. My head is thrown back from the force. A distorted scream of agony tears from my lips. It soon becomes unrecognisable, morphing into a shrill echoing screech. Every second is agonising. Tears roll down my cheeks as my bones expand and fracture. About a dozen of them rip through the skin of my back. Blood pools down my spine, my casual dress being torn to shreds. My limbs contort and grow, sprouting with bright scarlet feathers. Further Feathers and fur soon cover my entire body. Crimson oozes from my feet, claws raking through to the surface, dipped in my own blood. My flowing red hair soon forms even more feathers. I cry out as my nose becomes pointed and hooked, forming a sharp beak. The tears sizzle on my face as I release a loud torturous shriek. Ligaments and tendons tear with a sickening snap — and then the change is complete.

I am...the griffon.

The world turns red before my eyes. With an unearthly shriek, I spread my newly acquired wings, instantly swooping down onto the scene below. I aim straight for my prey. Claws cut deep. My enraged feral screeches ripple across the entire forest. The forceful blows of my wings almost uproot their entire camp. Voices scream and cry out, begging to the Elements for safety. The Elements do not listen to them, only to me.

I am all powerful.

My claws slash again. I swipe up the nearest cultist and drop him from a great height. His fall is barely broken.

I will destroy them.

Another shriek tears from my beak. With every passing second, I feel the power flowing through my veins. My vision becomes darker, almost like blood. Their blood.

I want it.

The thought drives me to lash out again, raking through the flesh of another nearby victim. The hunger surges through me now, becoming almost irresistible. I crave their flesh—

No — no, I can't. This is wrong — no! Stop, I'm Sin! I-I'm—!

The girl's pleas are drowned out by another deathly shriek. I barely hear her. All I can hear is one word, resonating through my head.

Kill. Kill. KILL—

"Sin! Sin!"

Other voices call out. Through the crimson, I can just about pick them out. Non-hooded. Blonde, holding up their hands to me. "You did it, that's enough. Come on, you can come out now."

I don't want to.

I toss my head to the side, hissing. My vision only darkens further.

"Sin, we're safe. Your brother's safe — it's okay."

They're interfering.

With another powerful blow of my wings, I knock them all off their feet. A shield of freezing ice barely blocks my claws.

"Listen to me, Sin! You can fight it!"

You're a monster...I'm a monst—

"You're not a monster, Sin."

My body freezes at the sound of his voice.

...S-Sattie?

"You're a brave and kind and wonderful person. You have a pure heart. The Elements can see that. Everyone can see that."

My brother stands right next to him, limping and bloody. His eyes stare back into mine beseechingly, brimming with tears. "I-I love you, Sister. You've done what you had to."

But they hurt us—!

"They won't hurt us anymore. I promise."

He takes a brave step forward despite my threatening claws, extending a hand out in my direction. "Please...come back to us, Sin. It's okay."

Slowly, the crimson starts to fade. Colour seeps back into my irises. The scarlet fog begins to clear. At the same time, my body starts to shrink, the world warping before my eyes.

Let it go...l-let it...go...

The animalistic urge decreases with every second. A sickening squelching sounds out as my wings retract back into my body. The feathers are once again replaced with warm flesh. A glow bathes my body as I gradually shift back into my mortal form. The tears are already falling swiftly down my burning cheeks. Exhaustion washes over me. Sobs ripple from my small figure as I curl up into a ball to protect my modesty. Sattie is already waiting for me, gently wrapping his own tattered cloak around my shivering frame. His fingers stroke at my scarlet strands, his arms slightly shaking as he embraces me. I find myself leaning against him with no hesitation, safe in my brother's arms.

"That's it. I’m here. Shhh."

He quietly reassures me, holding me close enough to hear his racing heartbeat. "You did it, Sin. You won. You saved me—”

"B-but I...I-I let it take over me again — like last time!” I shake my head, distress creeping into my tone. “I-I was dangerous. I hurt them. I nearly hurt you—!"

"That doesn't matter, Sin."

Frostbringer peers back at me. An expression of pride spreads across his face.

"E-Evan...?"

"You managed to reign it back in the end, just like I knew you would. I know you're scared, but fear is your biggest enemy. You have to believe you can do it — and you did."

I...did...

Red beads from my nose. I've pushed myself too hard.

I-I am Sinnera. I am Sin. I am human, n-not a monster. I am a girl. I-I am a hero…

The reminders slowly settle me, allowing me to recapture the fragments of my real identity. The mist clears completely and the monstrous hunger dissipates.  I stay still to allow Sattie to carefully wipe the blood away with his sleeve, gently loosening his hold.

"Come. Let's find the others."

I can only nod tiredly in agreement. Even in his wounded state, he still crouches down to pick me up, carrying me on his back like when we were little, until the injured bloodied bodies of my former prey are left far behind us.

[anomaly-hivemind]

Our Choice || No. 8 King Bradley/wife reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: Breeding,breeding kink,rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation,impregnation, missionary position, mating press, kinktober 2023, pre-existing relationships

Word Count: 1200

Note: Takes place about twelve years before the start of the story.

You were sitting in your office when Fuhrer King Bradley stepped into the closed door, without knocking. Eyes drifting upward to look at the mustached man with a half smile. He had a determined look on his face as he stared back at you.

“Hello Fuhrer Bradley, sir,” You stood and gave the man a bow.

“Must you be so formal?” Bradley sighed and crossed his arms.

“You are the Fuhrer, and I, just a measly civil servant~” You said, pressing your arm to your hand in a dramatic fashion.

“Yet,you are my wife” He said while leaning on the doorframe.

“Hah, you’re no fun. So what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Direct order from Father, it’s time for you to perform your wifely duties,” Bradley said as he put his hat back on.

“Oh… well I’ll see you tonight,”

You had been anticipating this night since you and King Bradley had gotten married. You had found out he was a homunculus when you saw under his eye patch. Maybe it should have turned you away but it did the opposite.

“You should get ready to head home, get ready.” Bradley saw before turning to leave.

Gathering up the last bits of your paperwork you placed them into your drawer. Grabbing your keys to lock your office you head home as you were told.

Did you have a thing for the dramatics… maybe but tonight was going to be romantic. The Fuhrer would like all the sweet candles, the dim lighting and the pastel colored lingerie set you had put on right after a nice rose bath.(well the last part was for you but still.) Now you were just sitting on the freshly washed egyption cotton bed sheets.

Your eyes gain weight, Body feeling heavy while laying against the plush pillows; Sleep quickly starts to overcome you. An unknown amount of time passess when the sound of the door jingles. Stirring you a bit, shifting your head to the faint sound. Fuhrer Bradley stepped into their shared bedroom.

Bradley walked over to you, eyes trailing up and down your partially exposed body. He moved his hands across your stomach slowly. You hum while still stirring from your nap as Bradley’s hands roamed across your torso.

“Look alive dear, this is the start of a long night,” Bradley said. As he bent, his breath tickled your ear and his voice low and sensual sent shivers down your spine.

“Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You push the resilient pull of slumber away the best you could. Eyes trained on the sight of Bradley unbuttoning his shirt, his shoes long gone.

He carefully placed the shirt into the laundry basket,then he sat next to you. Scooting over beside you, he drapes his arm on top of yours and pulls you closer. Heartbeat pumping faster with anticipation.

You could already see his growing erection through his work pants. you were fully awake now and starting to get turned on by the second. Leaning into him, you give him a smile.

“Do you like my outfit?” You place a finger mall kiss on his cheek. His warm hand rubbing up and down on your side.

“It's cute, but I would have preferred you wearing nothing at all.” The Fuhrer mumbled against your skin as he kissed your neck lightly. He then snaked his hand to the clip to her bra to undo it.

His eyes were set on your supple breasts, kneading one in his hands. Your mouth opens a bit but little sound escapes it, aside from a small squeak.

Bradley rolls your tender nipples in between his rough fingers, to which they quickly grow erect. He moved his head to place a kiss on your breast, before running his tongue on it. His soft kisses turned to open mouth frenching and licking then that turned into sucking and even biting. You let out a moan as your hand ran through his head.

He moved to take off your lingerie bottoms, you shiver and watch him. Bradley let out a sharp breath, running his thumb on your folds.

“You’re such a filthy woman, already soaking wet,” Bradley said, slipping two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“F-uck~” You cried out, your hips bucking into Bradley’s large hands. He curled his fingers within her as he thrust his digits in a slow pace. He was kissing her here and there as rubbed her clit.

He slips out his boxers in quick motions as he starts to stroke his erections with his other hand, matching the slow pace as his fingers plumbing in your wet walls.

“Can I?” you looked down at the size of him, wanting to suck him off.

“Maybe another time dear, I need to save all my seed for this beautiful cunt your yours.” He lifts your chin so you are looking up at him. Bradley gives you a quick peck, before moving you down on the bed where you were laying down and gets in between her legs.

Lining himself up with your fat cooch, Bradley’s hips snap against yours as he starts with a brutal pace.

“Ah- ah- A- oh fucK~” You cried out, the sound of for flesh snapping against eachother filling the bedroom with lewdities.

He starts to thrust into you with a slow and even pace. Rocking his hips as he held your thighs in his hands. He lets out a faint groan from his movements. Your eyes shut as you let out shaky moans.

“I want you to look at me dear.” he places a kiss on your cheek as he pulls your chin down to look at him. You do your best to keep your eyes on him as he thrust into you with his rhythmic pace that was starting to get faster.

He let out groans as he rocked his hips deeply inside your cunt. He pulled your thighs further apart as he started to pound at your g-spot. He leaned closer, making your legs get closer to your own chest. Bradley’s movements made your walls tense and flutter as you started to fall off the edge of a climax.

“Ah~” you let out another moan as you clench around King Bradley’s cock; your walls sucking him and pulling him deeper, the veins of his dick were rubbing you in all the right places. Your legs become shaky as you reach a climax.

The Fuhrer didn't let up, in fact he started to hit into you harder. Forcing your legs closer to your ears and basically hovering above you. Your…everything was basically shaking, whole body quivering as your husband abused your wet glistening soaking and dripping pussy.

“Can't wait for this beautiful body of your to be caring for our kin.” His breathy voice muttered into your neck. You cum with another shaky cry.

“Too much- ha it's too much-“ you wrapped your weakening legs on his hips.

“You'll be fine my dear, just hold out a bit longer my dear.” His movements got a bit more sloppy as he got closer to finishing.

Hot tears rolled down your face,the pleasure was overwhelming. After a few more deep thrust the Fuhrer’s releases his hot sticky man goo into your cunt.

He pulled out and the cum leaked onto the bed sheets, yet Bradley pushed some of the dripping cum back into your stuffed hole so as to not waste his precious seed.

You let out a whimper as Bradley’s thick fingers slip into you.

“You can’t quit just yet dear , we have to make sure you’re pregnant and I still have a whole lot left in me.”

You were diligently sweeping the floor when you heard the front door unlocked.

“Welcome home,” you turn to face him at the door, giving him a smile as he gets closer.

“You’re supposed to be on bedrest,” King Bradley said with a sigh.

“I Know but I just couldn't help myself, I get bored being in bed all day. ” You give him a sheepish look, You rub your stomach tenderly. “If I let my body get weak then our baby will be weak as well, and we can’t have that can we.”

“No I suppose not” he nods and helps sit you down in the chair carefully.

“So I was thinking of names and if it’s a boy, about the name Selim?”

Thank you so much for reading and thanks to @cafekitsune for the banners.

[realgrl]

a blog dedicated to the development of BARB HANDLER, an original character based in the rules of SBURB. mainly visually based at the moment, but may become an rp blog in the future. asks welcomed! contact me if you would like a reblog taken down. choreographed by PEARL.

BARB. 6teen at start of game, she, derse dreamer, prince of void. young brandy fc. one of two characters i play in a collaborative fansession i'm writing with friends. ballerina. meanest sweet girl you will ever meet. unwitting clone. like if the velveteen rabbit were a chronic overachiever.

LILI. scientist who dedicated her life to the study of a game that would end the world. created barb from her own dna as a last resort, intended barb to be raised according to her specifications so that she would be prepared to guide the other players through the game when it began. this fell through, and ghost lili is pissed.

୨♡୧ EXPLORING...

reality vs. artifice, nature vs. nurture, idealized girlhood and growing up as becoming real, ego death, protection through archetype, and, of course, heavy use of barbie motifs.

୨♡୧ TAG DIRECTORY!

CHARACTER AND VIBES...

୨♡୧ FICKLE-MINDED REAL LIVE GIRL! general barb character study.

୨♡୧ ODE TO ARTIFICE! general lili character study.

୨♡୧ ALIEN SHE! barb & lili dynamic, selfhood as falsehood.

୨♡୧ FACE MOLD! likeness.

୨♡୧ PINK SLIPPERS! ballet & dance.

୨♡୧ MUSIC BOX! barb's soundtrack.

୨♡୧ DRESS-UP GAME! outfits & accessories.

୨♡୧ FROM THE TOYBOX! doll & velveteen rabbit motif; actual dolls (mostly barbies) and doll props.

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ misc.

ARC AND DYNAMICS...

୨♡୧ pre-game. barb's life before sburb.

୨♡୧ let's play! while in the medium; regarding classpect and in-game arc.

୨♡୧ post-game. barb after sburb.

୨♡୧ when you are real you don't mind being hurt. coming-of-self.

୨♡୧ land quest. barb's land quest, where she has to kill various versions of herself.

୨♡୧ my clone sleeps alone. lili before barb.

୨♡୧ & failsession. barb and the other players, including arwen, manny, clementine, niikdo, erinye, & bakott.

[yeetmyboi]

Picture this: 🌾☀️

Retired!Simon who takes up to running a ranch in order to keep himself busy as retirement isn’t all cracked up as it should be. Especially with someone who always needs to have a goal at the end of the day.

You move into the dilapidated cabin that skirts the edge of his property. But as you’re moving in late at night, you accidentally hit a post to his fence. You figure you’ll tell the neighbor in the morning rather than the middle of the night and head to bed.

Little do you know, your ‘accident’ causes some of his animals to escape and he’s up before dawn trying to round them up. By the time he’s done, the sun is up and he’s fuming.

Simon storms ups to your door, pounding at it till you answer. His intent to scold you is stalled by the sight when you do, rendering him speechless for a moment. You open the door, dressed in a skimpy silk robe with damp hair and glistening skin, looking every bit like a city slicker who moved to the countryside on a whim.

Simon struggles to keep his eyes up and not on the bit of skin showing underneath your robe. He can feel himself getting hard at just the thought. God, it’s been years since he’s seen a gorgeous soft bird like you…

Meanwhile, you hold an annoyed pout that pushes out your plump lips as you look up at him. As he stays silent, your arms cross over your chest and you arch an eyebrow. “Well?”

You were all for owning up to your fault but when Simon storms over like that, you’re not too keen on fessing up just yet. So you claim to know nothing about it. Shrugging it off and threatening to call the cops if he doesn’t leave.

Simon just laughs at your fiery demeanor and even admires your quick wit. He agrees to leave, for now. Just so he can snag the footage of you hitting said fence post and watch you flounder.

Oh, don’t worry love, he’ll forgive you. Long as you help him fix the fence and any other ‘problems’ you’ve caused.

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[xiaoriae]

TERMS OF ENDEARMENT.

pairing. neuvillette & wriothesley x gn!reader (separate) ★ genre. established relationship au & fluff. ★ wc. 1.2k

synopsis. calling out the fontaine men by their pet names!

contents. pet names (reader's: dear, darling, etc.), lovestruck neuvillette :( , may contain an inaccurate description of the melusine's tail bcs i'm dumb, a really minimal spoiler from the 4.0 archon quest (regarding hydro dragon and rain) in neuvillette's, mention of sedene (the melusine outside neuvie's office), neuvillette just wants his kith >:( , wriothesley might be ooc bcs we all love him despite not knowing him yet, mentions of sigewinne in wrio's, made-up [1] fontaine law and background setting, and an assumption of sigewinne is the one who often treats wrio's injuries(?).

a/n. first, idk who to pull for; either neuvi or wrio bcs i alr have hydro and cryo dps :cries: but srsly, the v4.1 trailer has me on my knees for these two men (in a respectful manner of course).

support banner and animated line dividers by @/cafekitsune on tumblr.

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

neuvillete would never admit it out loud.

how you left him in awe every time he heard you calling out for his attention—monsieur neuvillette in a formal setting, but instead referring him as neuvie when in private.

something about it had always made neuvillette's chest just a little bit tightened at the way the name rolled off your tongue oh-so-eloquently, and he often found himself staring at your lips a second longer than what everyone would consider as appropriate.

oh, how he would love to peck your lips, feeling them against his, even for a brief moment.

it was an embarrassing thought sitting at the little corner of his mind. he was ashamed at how easily you had him on your mercy.

"neuvie," your voice came out a tad bit softer after seeing him spacing out—in which was totally not a norm to see him staring far ahead and at you, though not until recently.

"are you alright, love?"

he swore he felt his heart dropped. it was a double kill to him, who recently figured out that he loved you more than he initially thought he would. how endearing of you to call him with such names, it was cute. a perfect adjective to describe you.

"nothing, dear," his voice resonated through the room, and you realised how he looked at the perfect weather illuminating his office through the window.

you looked at him back, skeptical as to why the corner of his mouth seemed to form a fine curve, but you shrugged the feeling as soon as it came. maybe he was happy, considering the sunny and chilly weather outside.

and his feeling mattered to you the most.

"monsieur neuvillette," you called him out again.

this time, neuvillette could barely hide the frown that was about to form on his face. why did you call him that? why the sudden change of attitude? he was confused. especially when he felt the soft touches on his hair.

you were patting his head, occasionally fixing his hair as neuvillette slightly leaned in to feel the warmth only you could exude.

"it is about time for today's trial, chief justice. lady furina must have been waiting for you at the opera house," you gently reminded him, feeling the way his shoulders tensed.

oh—how stupid of him, he thought. he finally understood why you called him by his title, there was sedene all along at the door.

the melusine looked at both of you in amusement, he could tell by the way her tail was wagging.

"another minute, dear?" his voice was low enough, seemingly to avoid the melusine's attention as he sighed.

you beamed a small smile at him, making neuvillette felt ten times heavier to let go of you and go to the court. "no, neuvie," you rubbed soft circles at the back of his hand, and neuvillette fought the urge to intertwine his finger with yours.

he fought the urge to kiss you on your lips—his name sounded so precious coming out from you. it actually pained his heart at how irreplaceable you were in his life. 

"after the court session is over, we can cuddle all we want, yeah?" you pecked his cheek, and neuvillette thought he could die happily if this was the treatment he would get—a reward worth billions of mora if this was what you gave him from cherishing and loving you.

and he would love to hear and love you forever.

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

inside the fortress of meropide, the only person that could make wriothesley's burdens felt lighter was you, and only you. to see that you enjoyed your time being here—although the fortress was everything except fun and colours—and sometimes helped sigewinne with her infirmary stuff, he felt a part of him was proud at how kind and brave you were. 

wriothesley loved looking at you teasing and babying sigewinne. it was another trait that made him clicked with you so well—despite his profession and the countless dangers he might have brought along.

he remembered the first time you insisted to tag along with him to the infamous underwater prison. no one could enter and exit the fortress whenever they wanted, and you managed to prove him wrong. now that your reputation was well-known within the area, it seemed that the law on permitting outsiders to get into the fortress with thorough screening process didn't really seem to be applicable to you.

every garde recognised you. every staff and people and melusine alike—all had acknowledged you in their work space.

so when you introduced yourself as wriothesley's other half, it was understandable that your name made it in the headlines and became the monthly issue from the steambird.

'after all, the duke doesn't really seem to be the lover type, isn't he?'

"hi, handsome," you waved at wriothesley, who seemed to just finish with an interrogation session with one of the criminals. a stack of papers was in his grip.

his eyes widened at the way you called him with that word which often failed to not make his heart thumped against his chest.

"good evening, darling," he scoffed when he felt the way his voice almost cracked. the random terms of endearment you threw at him had always made his actions cut short and his words to be stuck in his throat. "what are you doing here? did i not say to go back home at 5? it is late."

"mhm," you hummed.

pointing at the clipboard in your right hand which wriothesley had realised was there all along, you explained yourself. "was running an errand for sigewinne. the poor nurse had some troubles so i lent a hand or two," you said while tapping wriothesley's shoulder thrice, feeling proud of yourself for contributing a cent around the fortress.

you then involuntarily fixed his tie, still giving him the proud smile you often wore.

wriothesley sent you a soft smile at that, contradicting the multitude of scars littered across his body.

of course his favourite person was the one who was kind enough to help sigewinne—it was as if you silently repaid sigewinne's past deeds of treating his injuries. how could anyone would not love you for that, he thought.

your heart swelled at the sight. your partner was quite soft at heart when he smiled, despite the roughness he portrayed.

you were staring at his face with those sparkles he never knew could exist in one's eyes. it was too much, but wriothesley thought he would just mentally appreciate the pure loving look you gave him.

"this will do. now my man looks dashing as always."

it took him exactly three seconds to understand what you meant. you were fixing his appearance, and he felt his face became a little bit warmer. my man, he unconsciously repeated the words in his mind.

if sigewinne saw the two of you being so lovey dovey in public—well, maybe both of you were done for.

"the gesture is very much appreciated, darling," he chuckled.

"you are very welcome, sir," you replied, mimicking the small chuckles he sent towards you.

"since both of us have already worked overtime, let us grab a bite?" you swung your arm around his, interlocking with the arm that often held you with such gentleness.

"alright," wriothesley gave in to your suggestion, long forgotten where he should be heading before crossing his path with you. "let us go on a date."

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[anyamaris]

Make Me

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x F!reader

Summary: Things between you and your long time best friend take a turn one day into forbidden territory-will you be able to go back to the friendship that you hold so dear?

Genre/AU: Best friends to FWB, non-idol au, angst/smut

Rating: 18+/M for mature

Word Count: 5782

Warnings: Adult Language, unprotected sex, playful banter/insults, unexpected sex, creampie, mild angst after the deed

A/N: Thank you to my beta readers @pars-ley @colormepurplex2 @yoonguurt you're amazing! @pars-ley for the ridiculously gorgeous banner and @cafekitsune for the dividers!

I was going to do this in a one shot, but I got a bit carried away and this will end up being at least two parts.

Taglist: @lapydiaries @bangtanwritershq @thebtswritersclub @ksmutsociety @frenchkisstheabyss

Dinner parties at Yoongi’s are always a great time, the combination of Sky’s hosting abilities and both of their cooking skills make any event they throw a complete smash.

You glance at the group bantering in the other room as you gather the dishes from the table, laughing at the chaos already starting.  

“Stop, you’re a guest,” Sky tells you, but you just ignore her and continue to help despite her narrow–eyed look.

Giggling, you take off into the kitchen as she sighs behind you.  

“They’re so cute, I knew they’d eventually end up together.” You tell her as she follows you, noting your glance at Namjoon and your long-time friend, Ty.

“Of course, totally called it.” Sky agrees, and you share a secret smile.

Since they first met, Sky has been whispering to you about the inevitability of it, and as always, she’s spot on.

Well, almost always, you think, smiling inwardly.

Her own story with Yoongi was something to behold, that was for sure.

A squeaky, wheezing laugh greets your ears as Sky swats you away from attempting to do the dishes, so you finally give up to go find out what is going on in the other room.

Before the door to the kitchen swings shut, you smirk as you hear Yoongi’s deep voice.

“You’d better leave those, baby, or -”

Shaking your head, you go plop down next to Hoseok, eyes locked on Jin as he rambles on about some incident at the practice room.

“What’s he on about?”you ask Hoseok, leaning over towards him as your eyes just watch the animated man yapping a mile a minute.

“Who knows, I tuned him out a while ago.” Hoseok chuckles as he shakes his head.  

“Did someone bring the WD-40?” you ask as Jin lets out another one of his signature windshield wiper laughs.

“Yah!” he says, eyes wide with fake anger as he turns on you, causing the whole room to erupt into laughter.

You shoot a wink across to Ty, who is curled up with Namjoon on the opposite couch as Jin and Jungkook resume their little argument.

Sky was almost always right, you think again, settling in to enjoy the evening.

You open your eyes to your phone blaring at you, your jaw cracking as you yawn and clear the morning fog from your mind.

You know it’s Jin before you even look; he’d somehow managed to get ahold of your phone and used his ridiculous laugh for his personal ringtone.

You just shake your head as you slide the answer call button.

“Hey, something up? Shouldn’t you be working?” You ask, rolling your neck and rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.  

“Yeah, I should be but a pipe burst at my place and the whole ceiling came down. Dealing with this for now, but I have a favor to ask…” 

His voice is punctuated by people talking in the background and you can hear him cover the phone with his hand as he answers something.

Probably the landlord and workers, you think.

“Of course you can come stay til it’s fixed, Jin.  You don’t even need to ask.” you tell him, sitting up to swing your legs out of the bed.  

“Ah, thank you! I appreciate it, you know I won’t be a bad roomie.” You can hear the relief in his otherwise tense tone.

“Didn’t want to ask the newlyweds?” you tease, knowing very well Namjoon’s place would be very...unwelcoming to guests at the moment.

His snort just has you grinning as you make your way to peek into the guest bedroom, already taking stock of what you need to do to get it ready for him.

“Seriously, I’m all for them being together but that’s different than rooming there…ugh the noises alone…”

You can only laugh at his tone and nod as you turn to go make a list of things to do today.

Step one, coffee.

“Sure you don’t want to stay with Yoongi and-”

“Don’t even say it, you know how bad it was last time.” he groans.

“Yes, yes, I don’t want to hear the details again about my friend's sex life.  Grab whatever and I’ll have the room ready.  You still have your key?” you ask, setting about your morning routine.

“Yep.  Are you staying in today?” he asks, and you can hear the voices calling for him once more.

“Yeah, I may run out for a moment but other than that I’ll be here.  Go take care of that.  See you in a bit.”

You hang up, letting out another big yawn as you pad over to peek into the fridge.

I’ll have to run to the grocery store too, you put on your mental checklist.

One of the things you love the most about when Jin comes over is cooking together, so you always have to make sure you have some fun things to work with.

Deciding to put off your writing for the day since Jin is coming, you focus on getting some laundry going before heading out to grab some things.

The weeks following Jin temporarily moving in go as they normally do for the two of you.

Early mornings where Jin is waking up as he makes his way out to early practice or the studio, as you are finally closing your laptop after an all-nighter.

Your schedules have a brief overlap, allowing you to catch up with each other about random things over quick shared simple breakfasts before he’s rushing out the door as you shuffle off to sleep the day away.

Completing your most recent chapter ahead of deadline, you find yourself slowly getting back to a regular schedule and can catch up with some more social activities.

Yoongi had taken Sky with him on some kind of work related trip, and most of your friends were busy with their own schedules.

You hadn’t the heart to harass Ty too much with the new relationship, knowing that her infrequent text responses are a good sign that she’s likely quite busy.

Lounging on the couch, you scroll through the most recent conversations.

“Namjoon’s keeping her occupied.” you hum happily as Jin leans over your shoulder to read the text on your phone.

The scent of fresh soap washes over you and you glance behind at the man now hovering over you.

Clad in only a towel around his waist, his damp hair tickles your cheek as you turn to raise your eyebrow at him.

“Is that my towel?” you ask, sighing at the cute little sunflowers now adorning his otherwise naked body.

“It looks good on me.” He winks at you, and you can’t help but push his face away, rolling your eyes at him.

“I left one for you, Seokjin! I just did the laundry! Why are you using mine?” 

Walking around to go grab a water bottle from the fridge, he just takes a long swig before he’s turning to finally answer you.

“Don’t want to share?” he grins, reaching out to lean against the wall beside him.  

“Ugh, don’t pose to try to look sexy, Jin.  Now I won’t be able to use that again, just the thought of your dick tainting my pretty little flowers….” you sigh dramatically, looking back at your messages.  

“Try?!” He scoffs, and you try to keep a straight face while his voice rises, anticipating the incoming rant.

“”Mhm…try.” 

“I’ll have you know, I’m considered very sexy!  You should have heard the staff talking about how handsome I am at the company today-!”

You merely nod, not looking up from your phone as he continues, doing your best to not burst into laughter.

Nodding absentmindedly, his rant finally just turns into muttering as he wanders off to hopefully put on some clothing.

It was always a good day when you got Jin to rant, it just means this is a win for you.

“What do you want to cook?” He asks as he shambles back out, finally drawing your attention as you finish answering some texts.

“Now there’s a question…” you say, hoisting yourself off the couch to go poke around with him in the fridge.

By the end of the evening, you find yourself in your normal spot, lounging with your leg over Jin’s, his arm perched behind you on the back of the couch as you watch the most recent episode of the drama you’d both decided on.

It was nice to have something to look forward to with your schedules being so wacky lately, and by the time it finishes, you’re happy to find that you’re tired while it’s still dark out.

Covering your mouth to hide the big yawn, you extract yourself from your best friend, checking the time.

“I may be able to sleep tonight and get up at a normal hour tomorrow,” you say.

Glancing over, you can’t help but smile at the half-asleep man blinking as if he didn’t fall asleep halfway through the show.  

“Go to bed, sleepyhead.” you tell him, reaching out to ruffle his hair as you make your way to your room.

“Yeah, bed.” he echoes sleepily, but before you can close the door to your room, he calls out.

“Hey, tomorrow the guys want to go out.  Letting you know ahead of time that I won’t be back til afternoon Saturday.” 

You nod, appreciating the heads up. 

“Alright, I almost forgot tomorrow was Friday.  Thanks for letting me know.” you wave to him, closing your door before heading to flop on your comfy bed.

Good, you could lounge around and have some alone time, you think.

It’s not as if Jin being here is a hardship, of course.

But you did miss not having to worry about having pants on in your own home.

Not that Jin would care, but you had some decency.  

It’s not like you wanted to go around flashing your best friend, even if he does use your towel like a jerk.

“So, when are you two announcing that you’ve moved in together and have been having a secret relationship this whole time?” 

Sky’s text from earlier just makes you shake your head, and Ty’s “Just get it over with and we can all be happy couples, girl.” only adds to your exasperation.

“Quiet, both of you.” you murmur, tossing your phone on the comforter as you curl up in bed.  

As if you haven’t had this conversation with pretty much every single person in your friend group, or heard some semblance of this mindset.

At this point, you’d both started to play into it, much to the dismay of your friends.

Have you ever had feelings for Seokjin? 

You surely appreciate his attractiveness, as much as you like to tease him.

He really is very handsome, of course.

But all of them are handsome in their own ways.

Ty and Sky both knew about your secret crush on Hoseok years ago, and that had gone nowhere for the same reason you’d never even attempted to think beyond the basics with Jin.

Especially with Jin.

You’d given up the idea before you let it get out of control or even let on about it.

Your friendship matters so much more than a physical relationship, even if you’ve pondered what it could be like.

This dynamic had been established basically from day one, way back in your first year of college when you’d met their friend group.  

As friends, you two were so open and honest, to the point of hilarity.  

He could match your energy and you enjoyed getting him as riled up as he got you.

You may tease each other and pretend to argue, but you’ve never actually had a true fight.

You knew once that line was crossed, feelings would get complicated.  

There was something special between you two and you treasured what you had right now.

For all you knew, the perfect dynamic of friendship you currently have could quickly turn into a really bad match if you ever dated.

You guarantee that Jin would agree with you, so there was nothing more to talk or think about.

Sighing into your pillow, cursing your friends for making you think about the same stupid things for the millionth time, you close your eyes to get some rest only to hear your phone ding one last time.

“I used your loofah too.”

“GODDAMNIT, KIM SEOKJIN!” 

You launch a pillow at your door as you hear his distant high-pitched laughter and clapping through the otherwise quiet apartment.

“Where did I put my-aha!” 

You glance up at the man currently acting like he hasn’t packed everything he’s needed well ahead of time.

Rolling your eyes as he scoops up his favorite hoodie from the back of one of the kitchen stools, you can only shake your head as you return your focus to your last email of the day.  

“Hey, I saw that.” he huffs, padding to the door to get his shoes on, “Don’t miss me too much, brat. I know you’ll be counting the hours while I’m gone.” 

This draws your attention, eyebrow raised as you give him a deadpan look.

“Oh Kim Seokjin, how I pine for you. Whatever will I do without your presence nearby?”

Your monotone coaxes a laugh from him as he checks himself over once more, then turns to nod at you.

“I know, it’s tough but you’re strong.  You’ll survive this.  Hwaiting!” He raises both fists to you before saluting.

Snorting at his antics, you just shake your head and return to your email to send it.

“Yeah yeah, have fun, catch lots of fish, yadda yadda, don’t get eaten by a shark…” 

Before you can finish, the door is swinging shut, the sound of Jin singing loudly slowly fading down the hall as he leaves.

“Dumbass,” you mutter, unable to keep the smile off your face.  

Closing your laptop, you stretch and look around your now empty apartment.

“Ah, freedom for a night!” You say to the walls, bouncing up to go change into something comfier.  

The plan for the evening is to lounge around and watch some music videos, cooing over your current idol crush all while not wearing pants.

Letting your mind wander, you calculate how long Jin has been staying with you.

A little over a month at this point, you think.  

He’d just gotten the call this week that his place would be ready very soon, so he wouldn’t be here much longer.

Though, it was no hardship to cohabitate with him, definitely not.

Most of the time, it was more comforting knowing someone was around, even if he steals your used towels and laughs like a hyena.

Still…

You love your best friend, but a girl needs her alone time.

When was the last time you even got a chance to release some pent up sexual frustration?

You’re not entirely sure how it’s been for him, but you know for sure that it was a little too weird to even make use of your special drawer next to your bed knowing he could be listening in at any time.  

Not that you’re ashamed of masturbating, but there was also the idea of making him uncomfortable as your guest.

Though, in reality, you know he’s more likely to bring it up at breakfast and tease you about vibrator noises than feel embarrassed over it, like he did last time.

Regardless, it has been a while since you’ve even gone on a date, let alone had any physical encounters.

It’s not necessarily a plan to do anything tonight, but knowing that if you get in the mood you can do so openly.

“Right on the couch!” You announce, letting out a little cackle as you toss on an oversized nightshirt, sans bra.  

Ahh liberation, you think, stopping to contemplate your special toy drawer.

“I'll be back for you later, Dannie.” You pat your little end table as you shuffle out to the couch, plopping down and not giving two shits if your panties are showing.

Smug and content, you settle in for a nice, cozy, intimate evening with yourself…and maybe a few named friends.

Deciding against getting too freaky right away, you find yourself lounging happy on the couch.

A little over an hour has passed since you turned on the newest music on YouTube when you hear the sound of the door being unlocked .

Stiffening, you sit up straight, tense at the unexpected intrusion.

Who else had a key besides you and Jin??

Confused, and grateful you’d stopped singing at the top of your lungs due to the song ending, you feel your heart leap into your throat a moment before the door swings open to reveal Jin.

Blowing out a relieved breath, you place your hand over your heart.  

“Holy shit, Jin!” You almost yell, falling back on the couch, fear dissipating into annoyance.

His big, wide eyes blink absently at you, confusion written all over his face.

“Sorry, sorry, I should have texted.  The trip got canceled at the last minute so we ate before I came back.” He sighs, tossing his bag on a nearby table as he removes his shoes.

“Well that sucks,” you say, glancing at your phone.  “At least they fed you.”

He just nods, finally turning to face you and take in the scene.

“Did I interrupt?” He asks, leaning against the door frame as he scans you.

Unwilling to give him the pleasure of your embarrassment, you just feign annoyance as he gives you a cheeky smirk.

“Never seen a girl without her pants on before, Jin? I understand.” You shoot back, turning back to your TV, using the remote to pretend to look for something to watch.

He snorts, huffing out a laugh.

“You know, if you missed my handsome face that much, you could have just told me.” 

“Ha!” You retort, rolling your eyes, “There goes my plans to masturbate on the couch to porn, not to you.”  

Instead of laughing or walking away, the frustrating man just waltzes over, plopping himself down beside you.  

“Oh by all means, don’t let me stop you.”  He gestures to the TV, never taking his eyes from you.

Oh here we go, you think, narrowing your eyes at him.

Eyeing the arm he tosses casually across the back of the couch behind you, you fight the urge to elbow him in the gut.

It always starts like this with you two.

Your mouth is faster than your brain half the time when he says infuriating things, and vice versa.

It's the majority of the reason you get along so well, but also the reason for some serious competitive moments.

The self congratulatory look on his face says it all; he thinks he’s already won and you can’t have that.

“The last thing I’d want is to embarrass you by showing you something you’ve never seen before.” Your eyes are locked on the television as you try to ignore his gaze.

He chuckles, relaxing as he gestures to the screen, “Oh please, as if Namjoon hasn’t ruined computers downloading-” he starts but you cut him off.

“Oh I don’t mean porn, Jin. I mean you seeing a woman experiencing pleasure in your company.” 

It’s almost adorable how his lips twist up and purse, and you can’t help but gloat inwardly as the barb hits its intended target.

Before you can bask in the early victory, he’s leaning in close and you can’t help but shiver at how his warm breath tickles the shell of your ear.

“Perhaps if you had better taste in men, you wouldn’t have to rely on that little stash of fake dicks in your drawer so much.” 

Swallowing, your eyes narrow at his comment even as his fingertips dip into the strands of your hair to tease at the nape of your neck.

He chuckles softly, blowing gently into your ear as you seethe, your mind reeling because that one is a little too close to home, and he promised to never bring that up again.  

You can feel your cheeks stain as you struggle to not let him win this one.

“That one hurt, didn’t it?” He teases and you just nudge him with your shoulder as you turn to glare at him.  “If your taste ever improves and you need a real man to show you-”

He winks and you just snort at him, unwilling to concede that his little touches and nearness is affecting you much more than his taunts are right now.

You can’t stop yourself from leaning in closer to him, reaching up to brush back a strand of dark hair from his brow.  

“Oh don’t worry, Seokjin.  I’ll make sure to call Hoseok.” 

His eyes fly wide open at your words, head snapping back as he blinks at you in his typical dramatic way.

“HOSEOK?” He yells, and you can’t help but start giggling as he goes to grab you, dodging him and rolling off the couch before bouncing up to stick your tongue out at him.

“What’s wrong, Jin? Jealous?” 

You dance over near your door to put some space between you, giddy at watching the vein in his neck pulse and his jaw clench.

You don’t know why, but sometimes invoking Hoseok’s name just gets the best reaction out of him.

His eyebrows shoot up as he slowly stands, and the stern look on his face has your stomach doing somersaults.

God, why is he so hot? You think off handedly, trying not to admire the width of those goddamn shoulders.

“Are you scared?” He retorts, ignoring your question, eyeing you as you go on the defensive.  

You let out a huff, pretending to toss your hair as you eye him from head to toe.

“Scared? Of you? Unlikely, I could have you pinned in an instant.”  

It’s his turn to scoff at you, and he raises a hand and gestures at you, beckoning you over.  

“Come here and prove it then.” he taunts, giving you his signature smirk.

There’s a beat of silence as you stare one another down and you tense before you toss out your next words.

“Make me.”

The tension in the room builds as his eyes seem to darken, hardening yet dancing with excitement as he lowers his head.  

The squeal you let out echoes through the room as he finally springs towards you, your heart thumping wildly as he rushes at you.  

Barely evading him, you dart into the kitchen, putting the island between you as he chases, feigning back and forth before sprinting back into the living room, then down the hallway.  

“You can’t outrun me-!” He calls out, and you can’t refute that fact, but you’re sure as hell going to try.

Laughing and shrieking, fear and excitement coursing through you, you can feel him gaining and you make the mistake of looking back over your shoulder to check.

Unfortunately, this causes you to overshoot the door to your room, allowing him to all but slam into you as he wraps his arm around your waist from behind. 

Lifting you and spinning you as you kick your feet, you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he tries to catch his breath. 

“Make you, huh?” He pants, forcing you around so you’re facing him.

You can’t stop letting out little giggles and yelps as he cages you against the wall, grasping one of your wrists to hold you in place. 

As if his body pressing you against the wall isn’t enough to keep you there.

Catching your breath, you try to stop laughing as you suck in air.  

“Mmm, yes make me.” you quip, looking defiantly up at him.  

His dark eyes flit back and forth across your face, then down at how he has you pinned to the wall, then back up again.

His throat bobs as he swallows heavily and the reality of the position you’re in suddenly hits you.

His body pressed against you, arm over your head, the bulge in his pants stiff against your thigh.

Breath hitching, tamping down on the arousal that slams through-you just blurt out with a laugh,

“Kim Seokjin, are you hard?”

The rosy tinge that creeps up his neck fascinates you as you wiggle your hips a little, causing him to gasp and he loosens his hold on your wrist in shock.

“Thinking about Hoseok gets you going, eh?” You tease, taking advantage of the moment to slip under his arm and rush into his room with a cackle.

Your head is spinning at just how much you want to find out what would happen if you explored this avenue, your body reacting to everything much faster than your brain can talk any sense into it.

Your name echoes through the apartment in a deeper tone than you’re used to him using, almost in warning as you leap onto his bed to scramble away from him and possibly find something to use for bartering.

Maybe his plushie-?

Shit, my ass is completely exposed, you think a brief moment before you feel his hand clamp around your ankle like a vice.

The thought that this is an extremely dangerous situation for you both flits through your mind as he yanks you down the bed towards him and easily flips you over, his weight landing on you as he pins you down.

“You’re such a little shit, you know?” He states simply, battling with your arms as you attempt to tickle him, finally managing to restrain you by holding your wrists down on either side of your head.  

Assessing your current position, you can’t see any path to freedom as you wriggle beneath him, your tangled limbs combined with his full weight on you not allowing for a way out.

Snickering at his comment, you only nod happily as he stares down at you in a mixture of frustration and…amusement?

Something has his eyes gleaming as his chest heaves against yours.  

Countless times you’ve played this little cat and mouse game, and countless times you’ve found yourself in positions much like this with Jin.

But for some reason, tonight feels different, as if there’s a tight rope you’re both walking and one little slip up will have you both falling into unknown depths.

It’s as if time stands still as the tension in your stomach coils, both of you studying one another as if silently daring the other to push.  

“I know.” You say, your voice huskier than you’re used to hearing it.

Shifting, you swear you can feel the pulse in his erection against your inner thigh and you involuntarily clench as your mind battles with your rising lust.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He states, definitely not a question.  

“I’m not.” you reply, acknowledging how your nipples have been responding to his chest rubbing against yours.

“I won…but you’re cheating.” His voice is softer now, yet there’s an edge to it that has you wanting to rub your thighs together to ease this tension.

If only he wasn’t pinning you down.

“Lies.” You claim, but your body rebels eagerly as you wiggle beneath him.

A small struggle ensues until you manage to push your legs open so that his very sizable cock is pressing right where you want him most.

What am I doing? 

The thought is fleeting as much more important needs are making themselves known.

The breath leaves Jin in a woosh, followed by a soft groan as his hips jerk forward against you.

Heat spreads through you as the entire situation teeters on the limits of just playing around, and you know that if one of you doesn’t give in then this could be a very complicated predicament.

Yet, the “giving in” you desire most right now isn’t putting a halt to things. 

Heat pools in your lower abdomen as your buried, forbidden longing claws its way to the surface to make itself known.

“Admit defeat.” You finally say, even as your hips lift against him.  

You can’t help but relish the way his eyes roll, his lips pursing as he lets out a grunt at your tactics.  

Silence fills the room as you both search one another’s eyes, asking something that you can’t form the words for. 

“Is that what you really want?” He inquires softly, head tilting as his eyes flit back and forth as if implying something much more than simply giving up.

Only a moment ticks by before you nod once, your heart beating in your throat, then he says one simple thing that changes everything.

“You win.”

His mouth is on yours before you can take another breath.

The hands gripping your wrists disappear and your arms are snaking around his neck, his fingers slipping behind your neck as he rubs his thumb against your pulse.  

A low keening noise leaves your throat as his plush lips dance over yours, his tongue slipping along the seam as you open eagerly for him.

Fuck he can kiss, you think dizzily, even as his free hand slips down to tug at your shirt hem.  

Time stretches and compacts as you both tear at each other’s clothing in a frenzy, only parting lips to tug one another’s shirts over your heads to toss them away.

His scent overwhelms you, his own natural scent of nectar mixed with the cedar and fig of his cologne. 

It’s a fragrance you’ve always loved but now it’s spiraling you out of control as moisture pools in the fabric of your panties.

You breathe a wanton moan into his mouth as his large hand cups your tender breast, kneading and brushing the pad of his thumb across your taut nipple.

“Brat.” he groans as your back arches at his touch, his lips skimming down the column of your throat.  

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging harshly as your other hand traces a path down his spine.  

“Prick,” you retort, even as his teeth nip at your collarbone.  

“Shut up.” he grunts as your legs wrap around him.

“Fuck me,” you respond in kind even as his hand leaves your neck to slip between you, yanking desperately at the button of his pants.

His only reply is freeing himself finally, kicking off the rest of his clothing then assisting you as you tear at your panties, not even caring if they’re ripped in the process.

You’ve both gone beyond the point of asking at this point.

You cry out in euphoria as he only takes a moment to look down between you to position himself before he’s thrusting deep within you.

Your blended moans are swallowed as his lips crash against yours once more, his tongue plunging into the depths of your mouth as he stretches you deliciously.  

Tears prick the back of your eyelids at the insanity of it all, the heady mixture of pleasure and relief, the almost sacrilegious act you’re both committing.

You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more than you want this right now, with him.

The thought has your head spinning, pushing the implication of it away as you rake your fingernails down his back, his deep moans followed up by soft whines barreling you inevitably to a rapid climax.

Before you can even fully realize it, you’re clamping tightly around him and breaking the kiss to scream his name loudly as your climax rips through your entire being.

Your name drips from his lips as sweat drips from his brow, his face contorted in beautiful ecstasy as you pry your eyes open, needing to see him as his hips snap against yours.  

“Again, let me see you-” he gasps out, lowering his forehead to yours, his eyes locked on yours.

You can only nod as you swallow harshly, cradling his head as you grasp at his shoulders, unable to look away as his wordless cries grow louder and more desperate.

His lush lips part, his cheeks flushed gloriously as you urge him with your eyes, with your hips, with your cries to let go for you; with you.

His hips stutter as you feel yet another orgasm tear through you, his moans reaching a crescendo as he thrusts forward one final time, emptying within you in a hot flood.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck as his entire body quakes, hips stuttering erratically as he collapses fully onto you.

Your fingers comb through his now damp hair, a layer of sweat clinging to both of you from the exertion as you both attempt to regulate your breathing.  

You can feel his heart racing against your naked breasts, and time extends as you both lay entangled in a spent heap.  

“Jin-” is all you manage before he’s shushing you, lifting himself before his mouth is covering yours, silencing whatever it was you are about to say.  

As your sanity slowly returns, you open your mouth to say something, anything. 

Grateful, you surrender to his wordless command.

It’s not as if anything you could say now would make any sense after that.

Darkness surrounds you as you open your eyes slowly, the fog of sleep clearing as you feel a heavy weight pressing on your chest.

Reality slams into you as the crown of Jin’s head becomes slightly visible in the dim room.  

Your heart thumps as you gaze at him, cheek pressed against your left breast as he breathes softly in his sleep.

The ache between your legs is far too welcoming as you study his gorgeous pouty lips, his dark lashes only highlighting how handsome he is, especially like this.

You tentatively reach up to caress his cheek, gently tracing his eyebrows, his cheekbones, his lower lip.  

He snuggles you at the touch, his lips twitching in an almost smile as he smacks his lips happily in his sleep.  

Oh fuck this is so dangerous, you think, panic washing through you.  

What the fuck did we just do?

Feeling dread wash over you, all you can think to do is slowly extract yourself from the slumbering man, pausing every so often as he stirs until you can slip from the bed.

Before you can collect your thoughts, you need to get away from him…now.  

As you shut his door softly, you place your hand over your heart as your mind races.  

The last thing you expected was to be sneaking out of Jin’s room with his semen leaking down your thighs.  

Scurrying to the bathroom, you barely manage to suppress the frustrated scream bubbling up in your throat.

Did you just ruin your perfect friendship?

[littlemochabunni]

Der Riese und sein Häschen.

The Giant and His Bunny.

Konig x afab reader 18+ mdni

Content: drabble of just absolute pure filth.

a/n: I plea the fifth to any questions comments and concern I am just as shookth.

Content banner: cafekitsune

König’s massive size alone is enough to have your toes curling and your thighs trembling. Oh and the way him manhandles you like you’re a little doll in your fucked out state is absolutely lethal.

Pinning you up against the wall with your legs pressed against his chest and his thick cock bottoms you out as if you cunt sucked he up in one go. “Sorry Häschen [Bunny], your little pussy is just so soaked I slipped~.” His animalistic pace says otherwise, and your incoherent cock-drunk and screams of pure pleasure still isn’t enough for him to know just how good you feel on his cock. He needs to hear some praise, something to let him know that he hasn’t completely fucked you out of all of your senses.

“Häschen [Bunny], you like that hm? You need more Liebling?” He gently grabs hold of your jaw and neck to make you focus on him while his pace grows slower and sensual enough to grab your attention. “C-cum! gonna—onna c-cum! Ahh~ ah ah K-König~”

König pulls out and pinches your clit depriving you of that mind shattering orgasm you were oh so close to having. “I ask you a question Häschen [Bunny]. Those ears of your’s stop workin’ hm?” You pant heavily with frustration, your ears twitch up desperately whilst your clit does the same under his fingers, “sorry ‘m sorry König! I need it plea— please König it’s so fucking good! I wan— I need it pleeeease~” you look up at him with tears of desperation form in your eyes as you can’t help but rut your hips in need of his thick cock deep inside you again. Behind his hood he’s smirking at your desperate attempts while gripping his hand tighter on your ass to keep you still, “Be a good girl and keep still. You don’t me me accidentally slipping into your ass, nein[no]?” The thought did excite you, but knowing what happened the last time he “accidentally slipped in” the wrong hole is what made you stop your movements.

König chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he slides his slick coated cock back inside your swollen cunt. The feeling of your walls welcoming him causes him to moan and the sound of your choked gasps when he bottoms you out turned his moans into a deep growl, bringing the animal inside him back out and the need for your screams and tears.

He pushes you flushed against the wall as he fucks you at a brutal pace, making you claw at his chest, broken screams fall from your lips, and your once denied orgasm is fast approaching. “F-Fuuuck König! It’s too biiiig! Wa-wait wa— oooh fuck I’m gon— Köniiiiig pl-pleeease~ right there right there!” König feels your cunts juices dripping down his thick cock onto the floor, and your pleas are just what he needs to drive his cock deeper in— bullying your poor cervix and hitting all your sweet spots simultaneously. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl. Take it~ Take it my kleine Hasenschlampe [Little bunny slut]” König’s words causes you to tremble violently as your orgasm gushes out, and his pace flusters as his own orgasm is triggered by your pulsating cunt squirting around his cock. “Mmm Liebling [Darling] you have to do that again for me. You’re a good girl, Nein?

[fictionfordays]

Roses

Ran Haitani x GN!Reader

CW: cliff hangerrrrrrrrr :P Ran is romantic I hate him, first date but it's not awkward yk, lil flirty flirt, lil banter

WC: ~500

A/N: ehhhh... the only thing I have to say is that I hate this man with my whole heart (affectionate???)

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Ran is a romantic at heart. Charming, thrilling, adventurous.

Your first date is spent on a cool evening wandering the streets of Roppongi as you make your way to the local bar. You sit in a booth across from each other, eyes lingering on each other's every movement as you chat. You discuss the art museum, how cool the evening air feels against your skin, how you were a little nervous for your date with him. Somehow the topic morphs into that of your favourite things. Amongst those, his lavender eyes make the list. Your gaze lingers on his face, exploring his features. The soft curve of his nose, how pretty and smooth his skin looks - especially with the soft blush dusting his cheeks. You notice his lips, how pink they are, the shape of them, they look so... soft... so... kissable...

"Something catch your eye?" He winks at you, smirking playfully.

A deep blush covers your face for a moment. "J-just something pretty," you wink back at him, bringing your glass to your lips for a sip of whatever it contained for you had long forgotten.

He smiles, impressed you managed to return his flirty tone. He quickly pays for your drinks, holding your hand in his larger one as you leave the bar. His pace is slow, yet eager. Wanting to get to the next location but also not wanting to rush the date along.

You swear you've never laughed so much before. He's so... sweet, so funny, so...

"We're here," he smiles at you, leading you to a hidden gate. It creaks as he opens it, letting you enter first. It's mysterious, yet you find yourself so enamored when you start to look around. It's so quiet and tranquil compared to the bustling city surrounding. A gazebo stands in the centre, covered in ivy vines and surrounded by rosebushes. Trees, flowers, and shrubs line the perimeter of the little garden. There's a cobblestone path that leads to the gazebo from the entrance where you stand, him close behind you with his hands on your shoulders.

"Pretty, isn't it?" His voice is a mere whisper by your ear as he tucks your hair behind it. You can hear the smirk in his tone as his breath tickles your skin. "I love coming here. It's so enchanting and peaceful." He slowly moves to stand next to you, his warm fingers lingering on your shoulder. "It's like a secret little escape..." his voice trails off, the corners of his lips turning up in a content smile.

He takes your hand in his, leading you along the path to the gazebo. He carefully picks a rose as you walk up the steps to take a seat on the covered bench. He sits next to you, rose in hand, and grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger. His lavender hues flit between your gaze and your plush lips, leaning so close you can feel his breath fan over your face.

"A beautiful rose for a beautiful person~"

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[nikkento-writes]

Overtime in the Office

Rating: explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE

Word Count: ~1.6k

cw: office au, explicit language, smut - mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex (doggy), cream pie, voyeurism (sorta in the end)

Author’s Note: This started off as a drabble, then I got horny so it became a one-shot LOL. Hope you enjoy some office sex with our hubby (plus a little naughty cameo from our boyfriend Ino) :3 animated banner credits to @/cafekitsune.

It’s another late night in the office. Normally, Nanami would not waste a second of his precious life on overtime, but the both of you decided to put in a little extra work the past month to splurge on business class for your upcoming anniversary trip. Just one more week of this and the two of you will be flying off to paradise for ten days of total bliss.

“Sir?” Ino pops his head into Nanami’s office. “I’m taking off now.”

Nanami stands up to meet him at the doorway, nodding. “Thank you for all your hard work. You know you didn’t have to stay late for me, right?”

Ino grins, running his fingers through his brown hair. “I know. I just wanted to take care of a few things before you leave for vacation with your wife.” He swings his backpack over his shoulder, giving Nanami a wink before turning to leave. “Have a good rest of your night!”

Nanami finds the wink slightly odd but quickly dismisses it. Back in his office, he checks his phone briefly to check a message from you fifteen minutes ago, mentioning that you’re finally finished with work. Determined to meet you at home soon, he hunkers down once more in front of his computer, ready to finish this last report before heading out for the weekend.

Too soon after Ino’s departure, Nanami hears footsteps approaching and he’s certain it’s him, back to retrieve something he forgot in his cubicle. To his delightful surprise, it’s you, carrying a plastic bag of take-out in one hand and your regular work purse in the other.

“Honey,” he greets you, hopping up onto his feet to wrap you in a warm hug. “What are you doing here?”

You snuggle into his neck. “I wanted to surprise you! I asked Ino to stay a bit longer so he could let me in.”

He chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “So that’s why.”

You lean into him, smiling against his lips. “I brought you a bento.”

“Yeah? So sweet of you.” He grabs the bag from your hand, dropping it to the floor, interlacing his fingers with yours. “How’d you know I was hungry?” His voice is soft as velvet, his breath hot on your mouth with every word he speaks, the last coming out in a growl.

You toss your purse behind you, pulling him into a feverish kiss, the both of you starving for something not in either of the bags you brought in with you. It isn’t the first time you’ve been intimate in his office; unbeknownst to all his colleagues at work, your husband is quite the fan of office sex. After all, you helped him christen this very space just several months ago when he first got promoted. While he normally likes to follow order and stick by the rules, crossing the line and taking risks with you excites him. Nobody else knows about his dirty little secret, so no harm, no foul.

The two of you make your way towards his desk, your ass pressed to the very edge of it as he scatters kisses down your neck, his fingers expertly working on unbuttoning your blouse. His mouth moves to your collarbone, across the sternum, to the cups of your bra. His gaze lands on yours, a naughty smirk on his lips. “Feed them to me.”

You moan, ecstatic from the mere thought of him ravishing you. Hasty now, you unlatch your bra, baring your breasts to him. He licks his lips before flicking his tongue on your nipple, enjoying the way it peaks against him. He surrounds you with his mouth, sucking hard while you moan his name, already wet in your panties.

“Touch yourself,” he huffs, pushing both your breasts together to lick as he pleases. “Get yourself wet for me.”

You suppress a giggle, knowing damn well how soaked you are already. There’s arousal leaking through the crotch of your panties when you slip out of your slacks, kicking them away to the side. Your heart races with anticipation, yearning and aching to feel him even deeper against you, inside you. Obeying his demand, you reach your hand underneath the waistband, middle finger tapping wildly at your throbbing clit while he suckles at your swollen teats.

He releases you from his mouth, the resounding pop loud in the empty office. “Fuck,” he curses, nose trailing down your stomach, past your navel, his unsteady breath tickling your bare skin until he’s facing your clothed pussy. “Don’t stop,” he says, his gaze unwavering as he tugs your panties down your legs, watching you pleasure yourself. “I want it really creamy.”

You let out a whine, impatient and needy for his cock. Though you can’t deny how much this sight turns you on, him on his knees for you, his erection strained in his pants, bulging against the fabric, ready to burst. Savoring the moment because he knows that the second he’s inside you, he will lose all composure and go insane.

Swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth, you spread your legs wider, one hand gripped tightly to the edge of the desk for stability, the other massaging circles around your clit, trying to put on a show for him. It’s not enough; you need more. Nanami tilts his chin up to smirk at you, his brow quirked. “Need some help, sweetheart?” he teases, as if reading your mind.

You avert your eyes, refusing to look at him, embarrassed. “Maybe.”

Laughing, he unbuckles his belt, zipping down the fly of his slacks to pull out his hard cock. You can’t help but look at him now, watching his fist coiled tightly around the shaft, precum leaking at the tip. “This is what you do to me,” he whispers, stroking himself fast. “You like seeing me like this, don’t you?”

“Kento,” you whimper again, fingers working faster, close from just at the sight of him jerking off.

His jaw clenches, his patience wearing thin. Suddenly, he grunts, “Fuck, I need you. Need you now,” tearing your hand away to get his own taste. He pins both your wrists against the edge of the table as he eats you out from below, all tongue, lips, and spit, making you weak in the knees as you succumb to your first orgasm of the night. The next one comes when he starts to moan with his mouth surrounding your clit, two fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, coaxing the second orgasm out of you quickly. You can feel his wicked grin against you as you struggle to stay standing.

He rises onto his feet, turning you around so that his chest is to your back, his cock hard against your ass. “Can you give me one more sweetie? One more so I can fill you up?” He nuzzles his nose to your ear, so sweet and affectionate, yet so naughty.

Fucked out of your mind, you nod, complying easily by bending over the desk. His grip is firm on your waist as he slides himself up and down between your folds, teasing you until he can’t resist any longer. He slides in smoothly, your pussy so wet from the previous orgasms. You stay still for him, taking him all in. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that,” he says, voice like honey as he encourages you. “Just feel me.” There’s the most subtle crack that only you recognize as his sanity starts to waver. “And when you’re ready, use me. Fuck me how you like.”

That’s something else Nanami likes to do with you; give you control, let you set the pace, put your pleasure first. And when you absolutely lose it, so much that you’re babbling nonsense and seeing stars, he takes matters into his own hands. As you thrust yourself onto his cock back and forth, your fingers practically digging into wooden surface you’re gripping so tightly, moaning so loudly that you’re sure somebody will hear you, euphoria consumes you, turning you into putty right before him.

“Good girl,” he purrs, holding you from behind, nuzzling his nose to the nape of your neck. “That’s my girl.” Soft kisses along your shoulder, a sweet peck on your cheek. And then, the switch. An obvious growl now when he says, “It’s my turn.”

He fucks you until he fills you up with his cream pie, which doesn’t take long considering he’s managed to keep himself on the very edge since the moment you arrived. When the both of you have caught your breaths, he guides you back upright, spinning you around to face him. “It’s been a long couple of weeks,” he admits, cheeks flushed, sweat beading on his forehead, his composure returning to normal.

You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your nose to his. “I know.”

He embraces you lovingly. “One more week.”

“One more week,” you repeat, kissing him.

You both hear it; a sneeze of a young man who accidentally left behind something in his cubicle, right outside of Nanami’s office, the door wide open. Your husband sprints out into the hallway in an attempt to catch him, but he eases up when he notices the blur of a brunette wearing the black beanie he forgot in his cubicle, struggling to pull his pants back up as he hightails it out the exit.

Okay, so maybe one other person now knows about his dirty little secret.

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Bubbles

Pairing: Buggy x gender neutral!Reader

Summary: While he's being held captive by the Straw Hats, Buggy won't shut up, which gives you an idea.

Warnings: none, this is all fluff, some mentions of insecurities from Buggy but nothing too angsty

Word Count: 4.2k

Author's note: This idea came to me while I was daydreaming the other day, and I just had to write it down. This is based off of the live-action Buggy, although I am only on the second episode so it may not be canon-accurate. Also, he has long hair in this cause I said so (begging to see Jeff Ward with long hair next season). Hope y'all enjoy and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! There will be a part 2, don’t worry <3 (The banners are from cafekitsune)

Edit: part two is up!

“So now what?”

The collection of Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, and yourself stood in a circle, discussing what to do with a certain clown pirate’s head. Usopp is the first to speak up after Luffy asked the question.

“Well, we can’t leave him unsupervised; who knows what he’d get up to.” Everyone turned to look at Buggy’s detached head, which wore a cheeky look, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I vote Y/N to take care of it,” Zoro states blankly, crossing his arms as he speaks.

“Hey! I’m still a person, even without the body, so don’t refer to me as it!” The objection comes from the animated head, vexation seeping through his tone. Your mouth momentarily twitches upward at his little outburst, it was almost reminiscent of a kitten hissing after unwanted pets.

“Why do I have to babysit him?” You turn to Zoro, matching his apprehensive stance. He meets your gaze with a cold look. You hadn’t been a part of the straw hat crew for long, and Zoro was taking his sweet time warming up to you.

“Because you’re the newest here, and that’s how hierarchy works.” 

His tone left no room for argument. Your shoulders slump, and you let out an irritated sigh, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

“Fine.” Rolling your eyes, you walk over to pick up Buggy, making sure to be gentle. The clown winks at you, a flirty smile on his face. You take him back to your cabin, not wanting to risk accidentally dropping him overboard. Despite only being a head, a smug aura radiates around him, already planning ways to mess with you. 

You reach your cabin and kick the door open with your foot. Being the newest member of the straw hat crew, you were given the smallest room, not that you really minded. You place Buggy down on your bed, moving to sit at the small desk in the corner of the room. 

“So what are we going to do first, darling?” Buggy smirks as he talks, clearly trying to get under your skin. 

“We? There is no we. You’ll sit there quietly while I go over these maps.” You bark, not even bothering to spare him a glance. 

“Aww, but where’s the fun in that?” You can hear the tease in his tone and can tell that he’s grinning without having to look at him.

“You’re not here to have fun. You’re being held captive, remember?” Smoothing your fingers out over the maps, you tilt your head, trying to focus.

“Yes, but who says captivity can’t be enjoyable?” His question shocks you, and you turn to gaze at him with an unamused look. Realizing that he’s completely serious, you let out a scoff.

“You really are crazy, clown.”

He smiles smugly, not bothered by your comment.

“It’s more fun that way.” 

You roll your eyes and turn back to the maps, choosing to pretend he’s not there. ‘He must really like the sound of his own voice’, you think to yourself. The clown continues to talk your ear off, but after a while, you’re able to tune him out. Before long, you’ve analyzed all the maps. Turning back to him with a curious look, you realize he’s gotten to the end of some story you couldn’t care to listen to.

“And that’s why you don’t fall asleep on the beach.” Buggy smiles at you, enjoying your annoyance, watching you tilt your head at him.

“Cat got your tongue?” He purrs. Rolling your eyes, an idea pops into your head. 

“Hey… I think I know how to get you to be quiet.” A sly smirk crawls its way across your face, and the clown’s chipper mood falters.

“Oh yeah? What might that be?” He tries to keep his confident demeanor, but the look on your face scares him.

You nibble on your bottom lip without responding before walking over to him and picking him up. This immediately wipes the smirk off his face, and he looks up at you, suddenly concerned for his safety. 

“Hey now, what are you doing?” He asks nervously, secretly afraid you’ll throw him overboard for talking so much. You place him on top of your desk and move to grab the empty basin in the corner of the room.

“I’m giving you a bath,” you shrug nonchalantly, a cheeky smile on your face. He pales at that and laughs nervously. 

“Wait, what do you mean? Are you going to waterboard me or something?” The look on the clown shows that he thinks it’s a real possibility, which causes you to chuckle.

“No, I’m just going to give you a bath; you smell like you could use one.” He just stares at you silently, quickly dropping his playful persona.

“What, cat got your tongue?” You mock him, and he gulps quietly. The fear in his eyes is quite amusing, you admit to yourself.

“You mean you’re literally going to bathe me?” A confused look crosses him, all the confidence in his voice gone.

“Yes.” You nod. “You look like you haven’t showered in weeks. Besides, now I’ll finally get some peace and quiet.” A smirk crawls across your visage, enjoying seeing the trickster squirm. It wasn’t often the clown had the tables turned on him, and he definitely didn’t expect it coming from you.

“Now, wait a minute, I can be quiet without that.” He looks up at you worriedly, the idea of a bath visibly rattling him.

“But I thought you wanted to have fun?” Your smirk widens and you put a hand on your hip.

“Okay, I take it back. I’ll be good, I swear.” A nervous laugh emerges as he tries to break the tension.

“Too late.” His face drops, triggering a small chuckle from you. 

“Oh, relax, will you? I’m technically doing you a favor.” This time, a genuine smile graces your face, which does nothing to calm his nerves. “Now stay.” You put your hand up as if you were talking to a canine, to which Buggy rolls his eyes, your other hand holding the metal basin.

“I’m not a dog,” he mutters softly, not having the courage to stand up to you entirely.

You leer at him, opening the door to leave before shutting it behind you. Sitting there quietly, Buggy questions how he even got here. Not before long, you return, the bucket full of warm water. You place it on the ground, grab the towel off your shoulder, fold it, and lay it on the bed. 

“You’re serious?” He says quietly, watching you semi-curiously, shocked that you weren’t kidding. You hum softly and nod your head.

“I am.” Looking up at him, you can see the fear on his features, and your eyes soften a bit. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

He eyes you suspiciously, not sure whether or not to believe your words. Grabbing a small pouch, you pull out a bar of soap and a small bottle, which Buggy assumes is shampoo. Lastly, you grab a small wooden board and place it over the center of the tub.

“So you don’t drown,” you utter, his question practically visible on his face. He nods slowly in response, having a hard time believing the situation.

“I’ll have to take this off,” you gesture to his bandana and he bows his head in agreement, deciding not to fight it as you seem pretty determined. Gently removing the striped cloth, you fold it nicely and place it on the other side of the desk. Secondly, you remove the hair tie that kept his bright blue mane in a ponytail. Buggy watches you silently, interested in your next move. Softly grabbing the sides of his head, you place him on the wooden board that lies across the center of the tub. 

“I’m going to wash your hair first, okay?” 

He nods in response, curious eyes never leaving your face. You grab a small cup and fill it with warm water, asking him to lean his head backward so it doesn’t get in his eyes. The clown does as you say, though instead of closing his eyes, he keeps them glued on you, not trusting that you won’t dunk him in the water. You gently pour the water over his hair, moving your other hand to shield his eyes as he seems to want to keep them open. The usually talkative clown stays silent, not wanting to admit to himself that the warm water feels quite pleasant.

“When was the last time you actually washed your hair?” 

He raises an eyebrow at your question, pondering it momentarily before replying.

“I, uh, I’m not sure.” A nervous chuckle escapes his lips, expecting you to laugh at him. Instead, you smile gently and continue pouring water onto his hair. 

“I can tell.” The words contain no malice as you utter them, merely expressing an observation. Seeing that his hair was now thoroughly damp, you grab the small bottle of shampoo, pouring some out into one hand. Rubbing your hands together to form some bubbles, you move to start massaging the soap onto Buggy’s head.

“Were you born with this?” You ask curiously, referring to the cerulean color of his tresses. He raises his eyebrow at you, not expecting the question.

“I was.” Nodding as he speaks, his eyes continue to analyze your face as if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve. You smile at him, continuing to lather the shampoo into his hair. 

“It’s pretty. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Your words are soft, making sure that his whole scalp is covered in suds. He scoffs at this, thinking that you’re making fun of him. Momentarily pausing your movements, you lower your gaze to meet his eyes, finding insecurity dancing through them.

“I’m being serious. I wish I had brightly colored hair, maybe purple or something. Guess I wasn’t so lucky.” Going back to massaging his scalp, he looks up at you, utterly flabbergasted. 

“You really think so?” He asks softly, timidity laced through his tone. You nod in response, a gentle smile on your face. Humming softly, the clown takes in the new information, wondering what else you think about him. He didn’t want to admit it, but the way your fingers carefully danced across his head felt incredible, not being able to remember the last time someone treated him so gently. 

Reasoning that his hair was thoroughly soapy, you dunk your hands in the warm water to get rid of the remaining suds and quickly dry them with a towel. Subsequently grabbing the cup, you fill it with water and begin to wash the shampoo out of his hair. He stares at you all the while as if he is trying to commit your face to memory. After all the soap is washed out, you squeeze the ends of his hair to rid it of any excess water and grab a towel to wrap around his head. Leaning back to get a good look at him, you smile, finding his curious expression cute.

“Now for the face,” you utter, moving to grab a fresh towel and the bar of soap. 

“Wait a second, you’re going to wash my face too?” asks Buggy, his timbre uneasy. You nod in response, replying in a steady tone.

“You’ve been wearing the makeup for so long that it’s partially gone.” Smiling at him softly, not expecting him to be so nervous. He laughs bitterly, not an ounce of humor in his voice.

“Can… can you just leave it?” His question is soft, and your surprise is visible on your face.

“You do know that leaving makeup on for too long is bad for your skin right?” You quip, trying to lighten his mood. Letting out a shaky breath, he shakes his head softly, and you can tell he doesn’t know what to say. Your smile drops, and you watch him for a moment, figuring out what to do next. His face paint seems to be a sensitive topic, and you don't want to push him too far.

“How about this,” you start, a kind smile returning to your face, “If you let me wash off this old makeup, I’ll redo it for you so it’s nice and fresh.” Sitting across from him calmly, you try to give off a safe and non-threatening aura to make him feel more comfortable around you. He stares at you for a moment, astonished that you would offer such a thing. You stay silent, patiently waiting for a response.

“You’d do that for me?” he asks after a moment, the surprise in his voice evident. You nod, making sure to maintain the soft smile on your face. “You’re in luck because I just got some new face paints.” Leaning over to open the drawer of your desk, you pull out a palette with every color of the rainbow on it and some clean brushes, holding them up so he could see. He tilts his head in response, trying to discern whether or not you were serious. After what feels like forever, he finally returns your smile and nods. 

“Deal. Can you make it match how it normally looks?” He looks up at you with a soft smile, secretly hoping that you’ll do a decent job. 

“Of course.” Grinning, you grab the towel and soap, excited that he’s letting you do this. You wet the soap bar, rubbing it between your hands to generate some bubbles, and gently start the wash the old makeup off his face. The clown continues to stare at you, though his energy is much more relaxed than before. 

“You’re really pretty,” he comments after a moment, causing your hands to falter. Feeling the heat rise to your face, you smile, taking a moment to meet his gaze. 

“You’re pretty too,” you mutter softly. Now that his face is mostly clean, you see a light blush begin to form on his cheeks.

“I’m nowhere near as pretty as you.” The confidence is back in his voice, and he winks at you flirtily. You can help breaking out into a smile, choosing not to say anything in response. He watches you quietly as you wash the soap off of his face. Unbeknownst to you, Buggy never let anyone see him without makeup, but something about you told him that he could trust you. He’d also be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the view of your face being so close to his.

“Now for the fun part.” Grabbing the palette with one hand and a brush with another, you grin at him, excited to replicate his face paint. Truth be told, you loved doing makeup, but the only person who would let you do it was Luffy. There was one time Nami let you do hers, but it was after everyone else went to bed and she wiped it off immediately after. Your smile faltered at the thought of the orange-haired girl, and you remembered why Buggy was with your crew in the first place. The clown immediately noticed and looked up at you inquisitively.

“You okay?” He asks softly, already missing your smile. You nod and debate on telling him the truth, ultimately deciding that you should.

“I’m just thinking about Nami.” You force a smile back on your face, but Buggy can tell it’s not real. 

“That’s the girl Arlong took, right? Fiery personality with hair to match?” He asks, and the description of her causes a genuine smile to come across your face. You nod softly.

“That’s the one.” Staring at him with interest, you wonder if he’ll tell you Arling’s location since he clearly knows it.

“We both know I know where they are, and truth be told I had no intention of telling any of you, but something about you is special.” Your eyes widen at his words, was he really going to give it up that easily?

“He’s at Arlong Park, and I’ll bet she’s with him. I’ll take you there, as a thank you for all this.” You beam at him, ecstatic at the thought of saving Nami. It’s at that moment when Buggy decides your smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You rush out, your excitement getting the best of you. He chuckles at your enthusiasm and nods, a smile on his face as well.

“Now be quiet so I can do your makeup,” you say cheekily, dipping the brush into the white knowing that it’s the base for his signature look. He laughs in response but has one last thing to say.

“Do you need me to tell you how to do it?” He looks at you as you shake your head, your smile still prevalent.

“I’ve seen so many of your bounty posters, I’ve practically got it memorized.” His eyes widen at this, and his grin gets bigger.

“Oh, do I have myself a secret admirer?” The clown asks smugly, and he notices the blush that falls upon your face. If he knew it was so easy to make you flustered, he would have done it far sooner, finding you absolutely adorable.

“Shut up and let me work.” You bark, your tone not holding any aggression. He laughs again but does as you say, and you begin to paint his face white. For once, he remains silent, watching you work. Before long, the base is done and you move on to the blue triangles above and below his eyes. You stay silent as your brush runs along his face, wanting to make it look perfect until a thought comes into your head.

“You know something?” He hums, prompting you to continue. “You have the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen.” Said eyes widen, never having been told that before. Buggy silently thanks the universe for the makeup covering his face because he can feel the heavy blush rising to his cheeks. 

“Th-thanks,” he mutters quietly, not sure how to respond. You tilt your head at him, curiously studying his face. 

“You’re not used to receiving compliments, are you?” Smiling at him softly, you watch as he shakes his head, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Usually I’m the one giving the compliments.” He looks up to meet your gaze, partially expecting you to laugh at him. You do nothing of the sort, instead smiling at him gently.

“Well, that’s a shame because I think you’re pretty handsome.” You wink at him, wanting to make him feel more comfortable since flirting seems to be one of his pastimes. His eyes widen again, the surprise written all over his face. Without saying anything else, you finish the blue around his eyes and move on to the red, cleaning the brush and dipping it into the face paint. The clown stays silent as you work on the red smile around his mouth, internally wondering if you meant what you said. When you get to his nose, he tenses up, a clear indicator that he’s insecure about it. You make sure to be extra careful as you paint the red onto his skin. 

“I meant what I said, I do find you quite attractive.” His eyes search yours for any hint of insincerity but find none. The king of flirting himself is stunned into silence, feeling his heart flutter at your words. You say nothing else and go back to finishing the makeup. Deciding to observe your face while he had the opportunity, he notices that you stick your tongue out slightly when concentrated, and he swears he’s never seen anything cuter. 

“All done!” You pull away proudly, assessing your work. It looks almost identical to his bounty picture, and you internally pat yourself on the back for your memory. Getting up to grab a mirror, you find one in the small dresser and bring it towards Buggy, holding it up so he can see his reflection. He looks in the mirror and instantly grins, impressed with your makeup skills.

“You know, you would be a wonderful addition to my crew.” You chuckle in response, not thinking that he’s being serious.

“You need a professional makeup artist?” You joke, internally glad he thinks you did a good job.

“No really, we could use someone like you.” His proposal shocks you, not expecting him to say something like that. 

“You don’t know me,” you speak quietly. He just smiles at you, taking in your beauty. 

“I know enough. You’re kind, funny, and great at makeup.” The clown winks at you, enjoying the surprise on your face. “I’ve also heard you are quite the fighter.” Smirking at you, he gives you a look that tells you he means what he says. You just stare at him in silence, having a hard time believing your ears. 

“So, sweetness, what do you say?” Gaping at him, you blink a few times, processing his offer. After a moment, you sigh, indecision written all over your features.

“I don't know, I’d have to leave the straw hats, and I’m not sure I could do that.” Surprisingly, his face softens at your words.

“Tell you what, let’s head off to save your friend and find my body, and then you can decide.” His smile remains soft, which is unusual for the clown. “I don’t think your current crew appreciates you. I mean, look at today, they gave you the task of babysitting me when you have so much more to offer.” Eyes widening at his words, you realize that maybe he’s right.

“Luffy appreciates me,” you whisper softly, though you’re not sure whether you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“He might, but grass head certainly doesn’t.” You want to smirk at the nickname for Zoro, but there’s too much going on in your mind for your facial muscles to pull through.

“All I’m going to say is this, you’d have a real place in my crew, and not just on the bottom of the totem pole. Besides, I think you like my company just as much as I like yours.” He gazes at you, studying your body language, and you realize that he’s right, you do enjoy his company. You start nibbling on your lip out of nervous habit, and he picks up on it immediately.

“You don’t have to decide now, we can go rescue your friend first, okay?” He watches your shoulders visibly relax at that, and smiles in return.

“Okay.” You say softly, smiling back at him. “Your hair should be dry now.” Moving closer, you carefully take the towel off his head and giggle at the fluffy blue mess. 

“Thank the stars I have a brush.” Buggy chuckles at the comment and watches you grab the hairbrush with a smile on his face. Softly working through the tangles, you watch as his hair goes from frizzy to smooth. As you’re running the brush through his mane one last time, the door opens, revealing a shocked and somewhat appalled Zoro.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Yells the swordsman, and you turn to him with a confused look.

“Well, you told me to watch him so I did.” You shrug, not liking the attitude coming from your crewmate.

“I said watch him, not give him a makeover! Did you do his makeup too?” The horrified look on Zoro’s face made Buggy laugh, not used to seeing the man lose his cool.

“You guys never let me do your makeup, so I had to improvise!” You bark back, crossing your arms. Zoro just stares at you silently, clearly having difficulty processing your kindness towards the clown. After a while, he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“Whatever. Luffy needs him so we can find out where Nami is.” He mirrors your stance, crossing his arms.

“I already know where she is,” you spit, growing tired of the way he speaks to you. The swordsman scoffs, not believing you for a second.

“Oh, really? How?” A faux smile creeps onto his face, prepared to catch you in a lie.

“Because Buggy told me.” Zoro’s face drops and the man is stunned into silence. The clown immediately bursts into laughter, enjoying Zoro’s dumbfounded look. The green-haired man gawks for a moment, before moving his hands around, silently asking the question ‘how’.

“Because they’re nice and you’re an asshole,” Buggy says smugly, and you can tell he’d be crossing his arms if he had the rest of his body. You break out into a soft chuckle at this, which snaps Zoro out of his trance. 

“I’m not explaining this to Luffy, so you better take the head and go find him.” The swordsman scoffs again before leaving the room, shaking his head the whole time. Rolling your eyes, you move back toward the clown, mumbling to yourself while putting his hair back in a ponytail. 

“Don’t let him get to you, he won’t know what he has until it’s gone.” Buggy’s cheeky grin triggers your own, and you laugh softly, gently picking him up to go find Luffy. 

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Your ears were ringing, as if loud sirens were going off and you were unable to turn them off. Your eyes cracked open, just barley noticing you were now in a different room. you were on the floor in Carlos' arms as he gently shook you awake. His voice made apparent to your ears, his lips were right next to your ear. You winced when you felt a sharp tingle shoot straight between your thighs.

"You're alive.. God, you had me worried there for a second" Carlos let out a nervous breath as he studied you like a hawk, you're facial expressions, body movements.

"Carlos.." you rasp, your eyes finally zeroing in on him. You begin to think, when was he so attractive? The way his hair looked so soft, almost covering those beautiful brown eyes that bore into yours. your fingers ached to touch it, play with it.

The sight of his large biceps buldging out of his shirt made you suppress a low moan, rubbing your thighs together in a pitifully attempt to aid the growing ache between them. You were practically drooling over your partner.

Your flushed face and heated gaze must have been a sign to Carlos that the mist had infected you with something. And he was about to find out, you were already burning up quickly, as if you were on fire. Stray hair stuck to your skin and your clothes were plastered with sweat, and it was difficult to ignore the increasingly noticeable slick building in your core.

"you feelin' okay? Any pain or discomfort? Christ, you're burnin' up" he commented with a hand pressed to your forehead, Carlos fortunately recognised what that flower had done to you - taught to him in training, the plant had aphrodisiac properties. Luring prey in with the sweet aroma and spraying them with the substance in self defense. He swallowes thickly as he had an idea of what was about to happen

He knew that If the substance wasn't flushed from your system soon, it would send your body into overdrive with the intense hormones it was creating and cause your heart to stop. Your heart as a ticking time bomb.

He had to fuck you, or you'd die.

Every fibre inside of you was screaming at you to pounce on him, ride him until you could no more, you needed to satisfy the involuntary carnal urges you had developed. The heat that had pooled in your pussy was getting unbearable, you desperately clenched around nothing. You were just begging to be stuffed, to have something to clamp down on.

He called your name once more,

Instead of answering him verbally, today you decided actions spoke louder than words,

Without warning, you smushed your lips against his, the force causing him to fall back against the wall and you situating yourself in his lap.

You moaned against his lips as you locked them with yours deeply. fingertips tangled in his hair, just as soft as you imagined. The other hand decided to place itself on his stubbled jaw.

It was like you were in heaven from just a kiss, he grunted as your tongue slid into his mouth, feeling his. A whimper melted into the kiss at the taste of him, you felt like an animal. Wild, uncontrollable, you just wanted to eat him alive.

It felt like the edge was just about being scratched off, which provided some clarity when you managed to pull yourself away from him, which you mentally cursed at the loss of his lips. Enough clarity to realise what situation you were in.

That was when you lock eyes with Carlos, his lips slightly parted in suprise as he panted in your face and his cheeks dusted in a light pink

Fuck, what did you just do? Your face felt hot, the gnawing feeling of shaming creeping up on you.

"oh..oh fuck Carlos- I'm- I couldn't-" you stutter waiting for him to push you off and abandon you in this building and probably never talk to you again. Your eyes are screwed shut, waiting for it to happen.

Instead, he brought his hand to the side of your face, pulling you closer with your lips just millimeters apart, coaxing you to open your eyes. "We both know what that damn plants' done to you. You need this, need to get it out of your system'

his eyes were soft and understanding, letting you press your face into the hand on it. It felt a moment of comfort, that was quickly ruined by the burning arousal wrecking havoc over you. Your brows furrowed as you whined, hips jerking against his, gasping when you felt your poor clit bump into the growing bulge in Carlos' pants.

Carlos seemed to understand as he pulled you back in for another searing kiss, his free hand making work of your belt and slipping into your pants.

The rough pads of his fingers found your clit, teasing the poor, swollen bud in quick circles. It throbbed and ached even with the small bit of relief you were being given. You break the kiss to let out a moan, everything felt a thousand times for sensitive than usual. Your hips bucked at the pleasure, hands gripping at his shirt.

"easy now, pretty girl, we'll fuck out whatevers in your system" he purred in your ear. his deep, rough voice make you clench around nothing once again.

"Carlos- please, I can't-"

You were cut off by a sharp moan as two of his thick fingers circled your slick hole. You gasped and moaned as they filled you up so nicely, with a cry out stuffed your head against the crook of his neck. His scent drove you wild as your eyes rolled back in bliss.

Your head tips back, exposing the column of your neck. Carlos swiftly attached his lips to it, pressing wet, sloppy kisses along your throat. Your hand snaked it's way into his hair again, gently tugging at the roots. He groaned at the sensation before continuing with his action. He occasionally left butterfly kisses as he worked his way down, your moans going straight to his cock.

It felt like your head was full of cotton, brain reduced to a gooey mess oozing out your ears as he quickly found the spot that had you clenching down and producing more slick, running down his wrist.

Your ears burnt with embarrassment as the obscene squelches made themselves known every time his fingers pumped in and out of your slick hole.

With every curl of his fingers, he hit that spot, it had your toes curling and your vision blurring. You couldn't help but notice the delicious flex of his muscles, the way his bicep strained against his shirt. You were almose drooling at the thought of biting it.

His thumb pressed itself against your clit again, breaking you out of your thoughts and earning a needy, desperate keen from you. The coil in the pit of your stomach was tightening so fast, you couldn't control yourself and the noises that were so easily forced out of you.

"that's it, let it all out" he murmured against your skin. his voice was enough to make you squirt on the spot

"ohmygod ohmygod I'm gonna-"

The hand in his hair tightened as the other one gripped his back, your blunt nails threatened to sink into his skin.

With a few more jabs of his fingers, that became a reality. Blinding bliss encased you as you drenched his fingers and the fabric of your pants. It wasn't long before the white like that spotted your vision began to dissapear.

You moan in relief, a part of the burning fire inside you had been doused. The warm hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly was what helped you return to reality. But it still wasn't enough, even when you were slumped against him.

"i need..I need.."

he shushes you as the clink of his belt buckle is noticed, shucking down his pants and boxers enough to free his cock. Just the sight of it had you pulsing and aching all over again, it looked so big, so perfect. It was exactly what you'd been craving so much.

''I know what you need, gonna make it all better" he presses a kiss to your lips before lowering you onto your back, the cool tile felt soothing against your burning skin

He fully pulled your pants off, running his hands across your inner thighs before pulling them apart, exposing you to his gaze.

'ready?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours. You nod frantically the need to be stuffed by his fat cock growing by the second

"yes, m' ready" You responded, still recovering from the first orgasm he had given you.

your eyes shot open as the head of him began to press inside of you. A long, drawn out moan spilled from your lips as you gripped his shoulders. His cock stretched your hole out so beautifully, any pain quickly turned into absolute bliss.

His hips were flush against yours, with his cock nestled deep inside of you, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. You immediately tightened around him, your body begging him not to let go. He let out a deep moan that had butterflies erupting in your stomach

Carlos was letting you adjust to his size, but you had another plans as you wiggled your hips and whined

"carlos- please move- need it so bad"

Your brows were furrowed, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat, and your bottom lip jutted out in a needy look.

When he gave in, your eyes were rolled back and your spine arched in the mind numbing ecstacy that took over your body. His thrusts hit spots you had no idea existed, they were hard and deep. You clung to him, legs tightening around his waist and your hands wrapping around his back, nails digging into the skin through his shirt.

your entire body pulsed and writhed with pure ecstacy. Your hips met his with every thrust, the patch of dark curls at the base of him catching your poor pearl each time.

Carlos planted both hands at the side of your head before leaning down and sandwiching your bodies together. He mouthed at your neck once more. You were sure your throat was going to be sore with all the keens that were being wretched from you.

His lips met yours once more, this time it was messy and desperate. You let your noises travel into the kiss and drool slip down the corners of your mouth. His lips felt good on yours, too good.

You could once again feel the intense burn of an approaching orgasm build up again, your body beginning to tremble and twitch. Carlos felt the same feeling, his dick throbbing and twitching inside of you.

"i-i think I'm-" you squealed, clamping down on him so tightly that he let out a throaty moan in response, your back arched against his broad chest as your breath became laboured and your chest heaved, mouth wide open

"c'mon, let go, do it. Right now" he rasped against your lips.

You smash your lips against his for the final time, drenching his cock and your thighs with a loud moan and your eyes rolled back into your skull, only the whites visible

He was right behind you, begining to lose his rhythm and replacing it with a sloppy, desperate rhythm to reach his own end with his grunts and groans becoming more frequent and breathy. You were sure you heard a whimper in there too.

"fuck- oh fuck-"

With a grunt he emptied himself inside of you, filling you impossibly full with his come. it made you moan in delight and relief, you could finally relax without the ache between your legs and the possibility your heart could explode. Dying from being too horny would've been embarrassing.

You felt limp and he followed you, almost crushing you with his weight. The soft tuffs of his hair tickled against your face, making your huff in amusement

After a moment, Carlos breaks the silence

"damn, might need to use that plant more often if this is the outcome"

You smacked him upside the head

"Carlos !"

The report you'd have to fill in after this mission was going to be awkward, that was for sure.