#anime x y/n

[tvgals]

i think surgeon!toji is absolutely smitten with you.

like when he comes home from a very stressful surgery and all he wants is his wife and her soft, skilled hands.

“ah, shit…right there, baby.” he groans out, running a calloused hand through his jet black hair. “lower.” he gruffs out, brining his other hand to smooth over your thigh. “right here?” you ask, pressing a thumb to his lower back. he grunts and nods his head, a yawn emitting from his scarred lips. you massage his lower back and lay your head on his brood back, humming a tune that’s been stuck in your head for a while.

“that’s enough, mama. thank you.” he mutters, a big ole stretch following not far behind. he cracks his knuckles and stand up, rolling his shoulders before picking you up. you squeal in surprise and start to giggle. “i just massaged your back! you’re gonna be sore all over again.” you playfully reprimand him, caressing his face, he smiles and walks the two of you into the bathroom, sitting you on the sink counter.

“nope, mama. i just need you to wash my hair.” he grins. you took your eyes and turn away from him. “turn the water on.”

[grenadehearts]

a bit suggestive! thinking about bf!kirishima who loves to mark you but is so shy and embarrassed seeing the after-effects.

boyfriend!kirishima is the type of man to be completely, hopelessly pussywhipped by you. So much so that the moment things get even remotely physical—whether it’s a slow, lazy makeout on the couch or something rougher and hungrier—he loses all coherent thought. His brain just shuts off, replaced by a single, overwhelming instinct: you.

He’s so consumed by you, so high off your taste and touch, that he leaves a trail of bite marks along your skin—his sharp teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm, just enough to draw out those soft little yelps he lives for. He trails his mouth down your collarbone, pressing wet, messy kisses into your skin, each one louder and sloppier than the last. Between every kiss, he murmurs praise like a prayer, over and over again, his voice muffled against your flesh:

“Perfect girl… mine… my wife… mine, mine, mine.”

You’re not his wife. Not yet. But in Kirishima’s eyes, you already are. And he wants you to know it. He fully intends to put a heavy, glimmering diamond on your finger—one that catches the light just like your eyes do. Until then, he marks you the only way he knows how: with his mouth, his hands, his love.

Your skin—so soft and warm and his—ends up coated in blooming bruises and faint indents from his teeth. Each one a love letter scrawled in violet and rose. And later, when the haze lifts and he catches sight of your body in the soft light of morning, painted in proof of his hunger, he goes all shy and flustered.

“Oh… shit, babe,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes trail over the marks. “I got carried away again, huh?”

He’ll tug one of his oversized shirts over your head, fumbling with the fabric like maybe if he covers them up, it’ll make his embarrassment disappear. But you just grin, shrugging it off, wearing each mark like it’s something sacred. Because to you, it is.

And he melts—his face going red as he buries it in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around you tight as if he could somehow shield you from the sight of the love he’s already left behind. He might get embarrassed every time, but he’ll never stop. He’ll keep coating you in his adoration, over and over, because loving you is instinct. Loving you is need.

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[truelotus]

omg can we get a nasty urahara smut?? you can freestyle it but id love if urahara is playing/teasing the reader with touches, glances, flirtatious comments until the reader finally gives in, to a really nasty time :)) thank you!!

All Mine ೃ⁀➷ Kisuke Urahara X reader

╰┈➤ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut/lemon, pussy eating, fingering, tongue fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex if you squint your eyes, sex while on the phone, dominant kisuke, sub reader, jealous kisuke, female reader

・❥・ a/n : I’m so happy to see Kisuke finally in my inbox��thank you for the request! (I just finished writing this at 1 am lol)

You’ve always been attracted by the owner of Urahara Shop. It’s really the only reason why you kept on passing by the shop. Seeing his slightly revealed chest out in the open always caused something to fire up something inside of you.

Of course you didn’t see him for just his looks, he was funny, thoughtful, mysterious in a way. And you could tell that he is a man with great intellect but decides to be nonchalant about it. He was definitely your type.

You had the same effect on him, he looked forward to you visiting his shop. He’d always sneak a look at your ass if you were to pass by him. And once you left the shop, he’d quickly excuse himself and lock himself up in his room.

He’d fist his cock in his hand right on the edge of the bed, moaning out your name, imagining on how your hand would feel wrapped around his cock. He’d wonder during that moment on how deep you can take his cock in your mouth, on how your tongue would feel swirling around his tip.

He’d let his thoughts go wild, how would you moan out his name? What kind of look would you have while he was balls deep inside you? How would your ass and boobs bounce from his thrusts? He could only wonder.. for now.

Once he was finished, he’d clean himself up and head to bed, hoping that you’d come to the shop the next day.

And maybe this time, things could change.

You decided that you were going to Kisuke’s shop right before going to the beach with your friends, you wanted him to see you in your swimsuit because knowing him, he’d probably be anywhere but at the beach.

You stepped into Urahara’s shop, you weren’t going to buy anything obviously.. you only came to see the owner of it.

You noticed the tension between you two but you never enacted on anything, you thought that Kisuke Urahara was just a playboy.

You wore a bandeau swimsuit, you loved the swimsuit of course but you kept on having to pick up the top, you wouldn’t want to flash anyone.

“Urahara-San!” You yelled out his name, you saw his head poke out the corner, you saw him pause for a second before he came out.

“Ah! If it isn’t Y/N, I was wondering when I’d see your pretty face again.” He walked right behind you to get something.

But unknowingly to you, he was only doing that to check your ass out.

You were confused by this, so you turned your head and he quickly averted his gaze from your bottom and cleared his throat.

“So, going to the beach today I see?” He casually said, you hummed in response.

“Why else would I be dressed like this?

He chuckled before saying, “The beach hm?” He stepped closer to you, repeating your words, he let his chin rest on your shoulder, “And here I was thinking that you dressed up like that just for me.” He whispered the last part. He laughed and removed himself from your bare shoulder, he was now standing in front of you.

He flicked his fan open, covering the bottom of his face but you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes, “I’m only kidding of course.” You rolled your eyes trying hard to ignore the heat on your cheeks.

“You’re too much Urahara-San.” You walked right past him, you didn’t want him to see how flustered he got you.

“Well, I came by to see if you wanted to join me and my friends on the beach.” You said as you went behind the counter, leaning over it. Letting him look at your breasts.

“Oh? And who are these friends of yours?” He replied, he leaned over the counter across from you.

You caught him glance down at your chest over and over again, then to your lips. Then finally to your eyes, “Just a few guys from my graduating class. They thought it’d be a fun idea to catch up at the beach.” For a second you saw Kisuke’s smile drop but he quickly smiled again, “Mm, a few guys huh?” He repeated your words, he leaned over the counter even more, his chest was just as exposed as yours.

“Tell me, do these old classmates know how to keep their eyes to themselves?” He took a strand of your hair, twirling it in his finger, “Or are they going to be as distracted as I am right now?”

His gaze lingered onto your chest before he met with your eyes, he smiled. “I’m just wondering if I have to show up, to let them know you’re not exactly..available.” you scoffed then.

“What are you getting at, Urahara-San?” You watched him come up behind the counter with you, to stand next to you.

“This tension between us..” he tilted his head, his voice was low and lazy, “It’s a bit exhausting, don’t you think?” You let your body, letting your elbows rest on the counter. Kisuke moved and he was now standing right in front of you, his tall frame towering over you.

You were at a loss for words, sure you were this confident and maybe even cocky girl, but that little act drops as soon as someone is putting their foot down.

“I- Uh.. Urahara-San.” You stuttered with your words, you put your hand on his bare chest, wanting to push him away but you didn’t.

“At a loss for words now aren’t we?” Kisuke leaned in closer, you felt his lips brush over your ears, “Why don’t you ditch your friends? I’ll show you that you and I could have a fun time.” He pulled his head back, looking dead into your eyes. He was serious, serious about you ditching your friends.

You cleared your throat, trying your best to sound calm, “What kind of fun stuff do you have planned?” You saw his lips slowly curve upwards into a sly smirk, he took off his hat and placed it down next to you on the counter, “You’ll see, why don’t you take your phone out real quick?” You were confused but you nodded, you took your phone out of your bag and before you could even unlock it, Kisuke lifted you up, sitting you down right on the counter.

“Before we.. go further. I just wanna check how the lady really feels about this.” He was making sure that you were into this and weren’t forcing yourself to do anything.

“Well I am curious on what kind of fun stuff you have planned.”

“Mm. I like the sound of that.” You watched as he leaned in closer than ever before, he was dangerously close to your face, noses touching.

“I’m not going to hold back, you know that, right?” He was giving you one last chance to get away, to stop all of this.

“Please, just kiss me already Urahara-San.” You pleaded.

Kisuke chuckled before saying, “Just call me Kisuke, no need for formalities, especially after this..”

Kisuke lifted his hand, palm sliding up to the cradle of your neck, he used his other hand to graze on your jawline. You watched as his eyes drifted from yours then to your lips.

Finally his warm and soft lips touched yours, but it lasted for only a few seconds. He was testing out the waters right before he could dive back in.

His lips smashed right onto yours, this kiss was much more passionate, deeper, and sure. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss even more, you could feel him place his hand on your hip, playing and pulling the string of your swimsuit bottom.

Then you could feel his teeth biting the bottom of your lip, pulling on it and letting it go.

His hand slipped from your hip to the inner of your thigh, he was massaging your thigh gently, it was enough to let out a small moan.

He took that chance and slid his tongue into your mouth, tongue exploring yours. You felt his fingers brush your pussy slightly, he quickly withdrew his hand, afraid that he was going too fast about this.

Thats when you spread your thighs wider, taking his hand and letting his fingers touch your clothed pussy. You could feel him smirking, he felt your pussy up through your swimsuit, lightly rubbing it. He pulled his head back, “I’m going all in, okay?” You smirked and your hand traveled down to the area between your thighs, pushing your swimsuit aside, showing him your wet pussy.

“Go ahead, Kisuke.” His smirk grew wider, he slowly took one of his fingers and let it slide into your squishy walls, shivers ran down your spine and your body jolted as you felt only one of his fingers inside you. He pumped his finger in your pussy, hearing carefully the squishy sounds, “You’re very wet, Y/N.” you let out soft moans with each pump he did, soon enough he slid his finger out of you, licking his finger clean, “I must say, you taste delicious.” He held up two fingers to you, “Now let’s see how much noise you can make with two.” He slid right back in perfectly, his fingers curled up inside of you, “Oh my.. fuck.” you let out a shaky moan, eyes beginning to roll to the back of your head.

As he was fingering you, you saw how there was a a mischievous glint in his eyes. He lowered down, spreading your thighs apart wider than ever before, licking his lips as he looked up to you, “I want more of you.”

You nodded, giving him permission for whatever he was about to do.

“Kisuke!” You let out a loud moan, his tongue vicariously lapping at your core.

“Haah..” His tongue teasing your throbbing clit, you arched your back, completely giving up, giving up on being quiet.

He slid his fingers out, replacing it with his wet tongue. His thumb reached up to your clit, circling and pinching. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing his heed deeper into your inner thighs, “More.. more Kisuke.”

You were beginning to see stars now, your moans shorten, a sign that you were about to come soon. “Kisuke.. I’m.. fuck!”

“Come on baby, come on my face, let me have all of you, right now.”

You let out a shaky moan as you came right on his face, he made sure to get every last bit of you, licking his lips and using the back of his hand to wipe his chin.

You let your arms fall to the side, forgetting that your phone was still in your hand. “Hey hold on now,” His hand topped over yours, he made you hold your phone correctly.

“We still need to call your friends, it’s not nice to ditch them without saying anything!” You had no idea what he had planned but you nodded, he smirked and let you down from the counter. You turned your back from him, unlocking your phone and searching for your friend’s contact.

And just as you found it, you felt him press himself up against your body, you could feel his hard cock pressing up against your ass, it was impossible to miss it.

“May I?” he whispered into your ear, you laughed lightly, he was still asking for permission. You thought it was sweet though.

“I don’t see why not.” You bent over slightly, rubbing your ass on his crotch, he nervously laughed. You could hear the sounds of clothing being messed around with.

And just as you found the contact of one of your friends, you felt his hand pull down your swimsuit bottom, you snapped your neck at him. “I wouldn’t want to mess up this lovely swimsuit of yours. Thought I’d play it safe, y’know?” You could feel his tip touching the entrance of your pussy.

He politely pushed your head down to the counter as he slowly slid his hard and throbbing cock inside of your walls, you both let out a sharp moan.

His size stretched out your walls. As for him, you were incredibly tight.. he was going to loosen up your walls soon enough though.

His thrusts were slow at first, testing out the waters again but with your pussy instead. He placed both of his hands on yours hips, holding them tight and using it as support to hold your body close together with his as he was about to fuck you.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunted, your walls clamped down on his cock, his thrusts were steady, not too slow or too fast. He was being nice with you and you knew.

“Kisuke..come on. Fuck me like you mean it.” You groaned out, challenging him. You saw how a little drop of sweat rolled down from his forehead, the shop was filled with sounds of skin clapping against each other.

“Go on baby, call your friend,” Kisuke whispered, “Let them know just how much fun you’re having without them.” His thrusts became quicker and a bit more aggressive than before.

His cock was balls deep in your tight pussy, your ass jiggled with each thrust he did. “W-Wait are you-“

“Yes, I’m sure. Call them baby.” He closed his eyes as he threw his head back from the great pleasure.

You muttered ‘okay’ as you pressed call, Kisuke didn’t bother to stop, groans and grunts escaped from his lips, you covered your mouth with your hand as you heard it ring.

Finally, your friend picked up.

“Yo! Y/N! Where you at? I thought you were gonna come out today with us?” You cleared your throat, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Kisuke was making this hard for you, his thrusts became much more passionate, and much rougher than ever before. Not to mention that your body was being moved uncontrollably. It was going to be hard to say anything while being fucked relentlessly.

You uncovered your mouth,“Hah.. about that.. oh fuck..! I don’t think I’d be able to.. make it..! I’m so sorry..”

You accidentally let out a loud and lustful moan, you quickly covered your mouth, muffling your moans.

“Oh.. no worries. I was kind of hoping I’d get to see you. You know, it’s been a while since we last spoke.”

Kisuke heard this and he uncovered your mouth, hips smashing against your ass, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You let out short and lustful moans, letting your friend hear what was happening on the other end.

“Kisuke!” You moaned out his name loudly as you felt yourself about to come on his cock soon, your walls clamped down onto him, Kisuke hissed.

With just a few more thrusts, you let your juices flow all over Kisuke’s cock as he was still fucking you, drool dripped down your chin.

“S-Sorry about that then.. I have to.. go.” You quickly hung up on your friend, you let your body relax and let Kisuke fuck your tired pussy now.

“I’m gonna cum.” Kisuke said, soon enough he let his seed fill up your pussy. He slowly slid himself out of you, your pussy spilled out a bit of his cum.

“You.. did that on purpose.” You panted out, you were talking about the phone call you had with your friend.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” Kisuke smirked, “Why don’t you spend the rest of your day here? Maybe even spend the night. Let me take care of you.”

“Yeah, you owe me. For coming inside of me.”

[frid4y]

"just one feel, please! I won't ask again, I promise!"

that was the agitating sound of satoru's desperate plea to feel your tits. crazy, I know! yet his persistence is admirable. but you would never give in! even if he has been asking for days.

but satoru doesn't see it that way. he thinks he weighing you down, he knows it. just a some more convincing and begging, and his pretty little roommate will give in! and there's no way you couldn't want him to, especially with how your casually wearing no bra in front of his prying eyes.

"satoru, for the millionth time. no! there are so many girls on campus who would let you squeeze their boobs. i'm not one of them, give up!" for some reason, your annoyance only pushes him to try harder.

"it's for good luck! i have an exam today, i swear i'll never ask again!" satoru shines his big blue eyes at you and pouts, plopping down right next to you on the large couch. he pokes your arm impatiently, his gaze occasionally averting to the slight bounce of your chest. fuck, he's determined.

but you stay strong, your no's firm. until your sick of hearing "please" over and over again. especially coming from satoru's whiny little voice. "holy shit, fine satoru! if it'll get you to shut the fuck up. fine." you reluctantly give in. anything to get him to be quiet, right?

his eyes light up, his hands moving faster than his mind. suddenly, your laid on your back on the couch, satoru's large figure huddled over you. he immediately pushes up your tank top, his brain short circuiting as he stares at your tits. the first instinct running through him is to take your nipples in his mouth, suck on them until they're swollen. but he doesn't think that's on the agenda today, so he'll wait until his next opportunity.

satoru's large hand reaches out and brushes his thumb over the bud making you gasp softly. he wants more, he needs to hear that again. his other hand reaches out and pinches your nipple, before both of his hands squeeze each of your boobs, kneading and squeezing the flesh.

satoru watches how your lips part in pleasure, your head tilted back slightly. a surge of desire fuels him and he feels his cock stiffen in his pants, along with the growing urge to run his tongue along his—your perfect tits. "o-okay, that's it satoru. you said one feel!" you whine, trying to peel his hands away with all your strength, but he doesn't wanna let go.

"wait! hold on, just a little bit longer! they're just so pretty—can i just suck 'em!" he pleads again, almost drooling at the thought. you groan, such a fucking perv. yet, even if you wanted to deny that his touch felt off, it didn't, if anything, you enjoyed it.

"let go and I'll think about it." and that was all you needed to say to get satoru back on his best behavior and he'll be waiting for his next chance, even if it means begging again.

[swytdoll]

YOU SO CRAZY. . I THINK I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABY!

toji never wanted kids. the thought of a snotty-nosed, full-grown sperm running around made him cringe. he always saw kids as messy, loud, and a constant source of chaos—like a tornado with a juice box. but now, as your walls grip him like a vice, he can’t help but think, “one can’t hurt, right?”

his large calloused hands grip your soft thighs, watching your plush flesh spill through his fingers, he can barely control himself. continuous deep groans spilling from his throat in pure pleasure, hips snapping into you at an unforgiving pace as he watches his thick length disappear into your warm pussy.

"g'na make you a mommy-fuckin-shit-take it, princess, fuckin take it. gonna pump you full of my kids —make sure you keep it all in and have a fuckin' daycare-god! you feel so fuckin good-so good for me-you wanna have my kids? you want me to knock you up, yeah? gonna cum inside you-gonna make sure it stays in there and makes you round and pretty. fuck, i love you, god, i love you so much, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuucckk—!!

he spills into you, painting your walls white, cum thick and heavy, toji fucking zenin fills you completely. his thrusts hard and deep, ensuring none of his precious seed slips out. you can only sob, the thought of having a child with your husband, of giving him a family, a legacy, is enough to send you into overdrive, you cum, gushing around his cock.

when the two of you are finished, he pulls out and immediately shoves his fingers into you, making sure his cum is kept safe inside your womb. his thick digits pump and swirl in your used hole, and when he removes them, his thumb swipes over your pulsating clit, lips curling into a grin as you squirm under him.

he leans down, kissing you gently, palm flat on your belly.

"i hope the brat is a boy."

[sunasbon]

۶ৎ riding ceo! sylus who’s manspread out on the high fashioned black leather couch, the sagging springs creaked and scratching against the wood floors boards underneath — as the kaleidoscope of colors streamed through just off the skyline, tenth floor of the site. your thighs were starting to ache a bit, the sight of the exquisitely guiltiness of the angry flushed dick sawing in out of your pussy.

— the stretch was so deliciously so good . . . . pure heaven on cloud nine to its fullness, feeling his pelvis rutting againist your clit with a lewd thawk, grasping at the sides of your hips to meet his downwards thrusts sent zig zags through your spine.

‘… sylus. . f- fuck!, your killing me..’

sylus brows knitted together, shimmering of sweat gathered at his forehead as you rolled your hips in figure eights for the tenth time or so it felt like, you were his secretary steaming a freshly brewed coffee, filling out his important paperwork for those executive meetings he goes off to for a few hours — with you at your desk always completing the stack of white paper in a pile to finish for the night was a fucking drag.

‘hah — sweetie.. you feel good.. on top of me of course.

pornographic moans and groans bouncing off the walls of the office corridors, where anyone could walk into those extravagant enormous heavy doors just a few feet away or perhaps here, your hand were clutching at his board shoulder to maintain your balance against his hips rutted upwards into yours

— the stretch was so deliciously so good . . . . pure heaven on cloud nine to its fullness, feeling his pelvis rutting againist your clit with a lewd thawk, grasping at the sides of your hips to meet his downwards thrusts sent zig zags through your spine. a low groan torn from his throat, at the sight of your the ways your eyes went back into your skull till you saw white, or was it the exquisite feeling of your pussy clutching down onto of as if it was your last.

sylus grasping the column of the back of your neck, his tongue licking a stripe upwards where beads of sweat had formed made you left a breathy moan underneath his hold, the snowy trenches of his hair sticking to his forehead like glue — as you’d clawed at his back, his beefy muscles clasping around your body as he starts rutting into your hips at a faster pace, rolling his hips in a circular fashion. it was way too good to be true.

[st4rpiece]

dealing with a rude server

SWF

characters: luffy, zoro, law, crocodile x f! reader summary: how the guys would handle a server being rude/disrespectful towards you in front of them CW: not proofread, killing (law and crocodile), toxic behavior from servers, but mainly fluff [different kinds of reader traits are mentioned in different scenarios: allergies (not specified), height + weight (kind of specified), speech impediment (more specifically stuttering)]

Monkey D. Luffy

luffy doesn't bother reading the menu at any restaurant you guys go to, and that's because he gets the same thing every time; one of everything. you, however, love taking your sweet time examining the menu and familiarizing yourself with the items, especially if you guys are on a new island. 

another reason was because of your allergies, you wanted to make sure the food you were eating didn’t contain anything that could trigger a reaction. unfortunately, a lot of the food served at this particular restaurant contained that exact ingredient, so your options when it came to food were limited. usually, you'd pick a dish you’d like with a couple of new dishes to try, but as a precaution, you stuck to just one. 

while deciding, you noticed how overly friendly the server had been with luffy, answering all his weird questions and agreeing to his even weirder requests. had you been treated the same, you (like luffy) would’ve brushed it off as just over-the-top service, but you weren’t. it was clear that they had a thing for luffy, so clear that they didn’t even bother to hide their feelings towards you. 

while ordering, they would cut you off to properly pronounce a word you had mispronounced, or answer your questions in a condescending tone, a stark contrast to the way they had treated luffy. and although you didn't ask, they began recommending meals they knew you couldn’t have because you had already told them about your allergies. 

the treatment was unfair but not worth fighting over so despite all that, neither of you commented on their actions (although it was clear that luffy was bothered by it). he didn’t like that they would recommend a dish you couldn’t eat as if mocking you. still, he kept quiet, thinking that was all you guys had to deal with.

when your food arrived, and instead of getting what you ordered, you got the exact dish the server had recommended earlier. everything about it was exactly as they had advertised it to be, and while it did look and smelt nice, it wasn't what you ordered. luffy could turn a blind eye to any harm done to him, but he wasn’t as lenient when it came to you. seeing the server stand there with a smirk on their face as if they didn't just hand you something that could kill you pissed him off greatly. 

“is this some fucking joke?” luffy asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and anger as his eyes bore into the server, demanding an answer. 

“you know she didn’t order this,” he said, pointing at the offending plate in front of you. the server's eyes darted from luffy’s intense gaze to the food and back again, their cheeks flushing a deep red as they realized their mistake.

“i-i’m so sorry, i’ll get your order fixed right away,” they stammered, their hands trembling as they hastily retreated to the kitchen.

after the stunt they just pulled, their words do nothing to ease luffy’s anger or anxiety. so despite not being allowed in the kitchen, he still went. demanding he keep an eye on the cooks, making sure your dish was prepared quickly and correctly.

once it was done he would personally bring it out to you, intensely assessing you for any weird reactions as you took your first bite. after giving him the nod of approval and your usually happy smile, his eyes would light up with relief before joining indulging in his own meal.

Roronoa Zoro

zoro never orders his food cause he doesn’t care what he eats as long as there’s some good alcohol. so, by default, you've always been the one in charge of ordering. something you enjoyed doing because of the praise you'd get whenever he liked the dish you picked out. the server, unfamiliar with your relationship dynamic, placed all the attention on zoro, waiting for his order with little to no acknowledgment towards you.

“what are you looking at me for? she’s the one ordering,” he’d say, nodding his head in your direction. his brows furrowed in annoyance, eyeing the server intensely, watching them apologize frantically before they finally turned to you, giving you their undivided attention.

seeing this you began ordering a mountain of food; ones you liked, ones you knew he’d like, and a couple of new things for you both to try. you were ordering a lot, especially for just two people, but with zoro’s appetite and your love for trying new dishes, you knew it wouldn't go to waste. the server, watching you order all this food, couldn’t keep their negative thoughts to themselves. 

“no wonder she’s so big,” they mumbled under their breath as they wrote down the rest of your order. unprepared for the sudden blade aimed directly at their neck, scaring them in the process.

“come again?” zoro asked, his brows still furrowed, but this time in anger as his blade hovered mere inches from their neck.

the restaurant was silent, the usual chatter of customers and clanging of kitchenware had ceased abruptly. the server’s eyes were wide with terror. they truly didn’t think anyone could hear them.

“i-i just meant she’s tall and muscular like she must work out a lot!” they stuttered, their voice trembling.

zoro’s grip tightened around the blade, the insult was clear. you both knew what she meant; still, he decided to withdraw his blade, sliding it back into its sheath.

“watch your fucking mouth,” he warned his voice a dangerously low rumble that sent a shiver down their spine. they nodded fervently, their eyes never leaving the spot where the blade had just been. after apologizing some more, they quickly left to go get your food, not wanting to anger him even more. 

her words didn’t bother you, and if they did you could’ve easily handled it, but the sight of your usually level-headed boyfriend threatening someone’s life for your sake was pretty hot. you couldn’t help but tease him about it, loving the way his ears redden in response.

Trafalgar Law

law doesn’t eat out much, nothing against it he just hates rowdy places, the extroverted personality of his crew was enough for him to deal with. however, after getting together with you, he found himself at a lot of different restaurants watching you gush over a new dish, excited to recreate them back on the submarine. he usually kept quiet while you ordered, trusting your judgment on whatever you picked for him. 

food was one of the few outlets that allowed you to express yourself without words. due to your speech impediment, you tended to avoid talking to anyone you weren’t close with, as it was something you were insecure about. but, when it came to food, you could ramble all day regardless of how many times you stuttered. and it helps that all of the restaurants you've been to had servers who were patient and kind, giving you the time to order without judgment. 

when visiting a new place law would always ask if you wanted him to order instead, usually after assessing the environment of the restaurant or, in this case, the server's attitude. one he picked up on as they gave their introduction still, you insisted on being the one to order. things were going fine with you ordering as you normally would, before becoming aware of the growing look of disinterest and impatience on the server's face. this made you feel like you were taking too much of their time, causing you to speed up, rushing through your words. something you instantly regretted after coming across a word you weren’t familiar with, butchering it along with your stutter.

noticing the sudden shift in your mood, law takes your hand, drawing small circles on your palm as a way to calm you down. but the warmness from his hands was overshadowed by the muffed chuckle from your server. you weren't sure if they were laughing at your pronunciation or at your stutter either way, you were too embarrassed to say anything else. 

“what's so funny?” he asked, a noticeable edge in his voice. the server, however, failed to detect it.

“my apologies,” they said insincerely, mockery evident in their eyes. “what was it that you wanted again?”

you didn't bother answering instead, turning to your boyfriend, hoping he’d take over. unprepared for the sight of the server’s heart clutched in his hands. 

coming face to face with their heart made them realize the gravity of the situation that they were in, but before they could plead for their life, law squeezed tightly around their heart, silencing them with the pain. 

“get us a different server,” he demanded, watching them frantically search for the nearest coworker with a gaping hole in their chest drawing the attention of the nearby patrons. after arriving with their replacement, they began apologizing for their actions, hoping that law would spare them. 

as if he'd spared them after disrespecting you like that. so in front of the new server and all of the patrons watching law, pierced his sword right through their heart, killing them on the spot. the atmosphere in the restaurant completely chilled as everyone was shocked at the lifeless body on the ground while you and law remained unfazed.

“go on baby tell her what you wanted” and that's exactly what you did telling the new waitress who patiently waited for your next words about what you and law would be having that evening.

Sir. Crocodile

despite him being the leader of a wanted criminal group with a bounty of over one billion berries on his head, crocodile always finds the time to spoil you even when he isn't home. you'd wake up to mountains of gifts or a surprise solo trip to one of the summer islands. while being with him, you never had to ask or even lift a finger crocodile's always a step ahead, catering to your every need. 

as someone so used to being independent, dating someone like crocodile made you feel so fragile and princess-like. despite your initial barriers, you loved depending on him for simple things you could easily do on your own. like holding doors, planning dates, tying your shoes/putting on your heels, and choosing your meals. it’s been two years, and you’ve stopped reaching for doors and picking what to eat, always letting him do it. 

but what you loved the most was being able to spend quality time with him, something you��couldn't do often due to his hectic "job." sometimes you'd go months without seeing him, so whenever you guys had that downtime, you cherished it.

he had just returned home after being away for a month, establishing a base in the south blue, and while he doesn't think it's something worth celebrating he knows you do. so, he made dinner reservations at one of the fanciest restaurants on the winter island. it was a pretty restaurant with an even prettier view, but despite the warm atmosphere you couldn't help but be bothered by the server's attitude.

while crocodile ordered you noticed the server's lust-filled gaze as they looked at him, but what bothered you wasn't her looking at him (you knew your man was fine) it was how she purposefully ignored your presence while doing so. for the sake of keeping peace, you don't call her out, planning to vent about it to him later.

after the server left crocodile got a call from mihawk and you figured it was urgent since mihawk never calls unless it was.

“i’ll be right back baby, just need to take this,” he said placing a small kiss on your forehead before leaving to take his call.

not long after, the server returns with your drinks with the same flirty smile that immediately drops the moment they noticed he was gone. 

“the sex must be real good if he’s willing to take someone like you here,” they mumbled disgust evident in their voice as they sized you up.

“and what? you think he’d bring someone like you here instead?” you asked. your tone and expression filled with mockery as you returned their heated gaze. it was clear they had expected their words to have a greater effect on your confidence not expecting you to have a sharp tongue.

“don’t get so cocky, i’m sure you're not the only one he’s seeing,” they said with a sneer, their voice rising slightly above the murmur of the restaurant unaware of the looming figure behind them.

while making his way back to your table crocodile had managed to catch the last bit of their words. he didn’t know what they were talking about or who started the argument and honestly he didn’t care. they had disrespected you and to him that good enough reason to kill them. without bothering to make his presence known, he snaps their neck earning a chorus of gasps from the horrified patrons as they watched the servers body drop dead on the floor. his expression unchanged, as he wordlessly looks around looking for the nearest worker, requesting a different table with a new server.

the manager rushes over, sweat beading on his forehead as he frantically apologize for the disturbance the dead server had caused. crocodile calmly hands him a wad of cash, enough to cover the meals of the entire restaurant for the night. "make it right," he instructed, his voice as smooth as the whiskey in his glass.

the man nodded fervently, snapping at his staff to clean up and move them to a different section. the murmurs grew louder as people whispered about what they had just witnessed. but crocodile's eyes remained on you, his hand reaching out to take yours. "you okay?" he asked his grip firm and reassuring.

“oh please,” you said rolling your eyes at his unnecessary worry. “as if her words could bother me. i know you’re all mine,” you said taking a sip from your wine and watching as his eyes narrowed slightly in amusement.

“damn right, i am,” his voice was a low growl sending a shiver down your spine, not one of fear but of excitement.

One Piece Masterlist

having an idea is so much more fun then actually writing down that idea T~T plus i had no time to write these past couple of days due to school. (neuroscience has been kicking my ass).

also i hope i did the reader traits justice or at least done them properly (if not let me know so I can tweak it!)

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this !! (wrote mini version for the usual people but i ran out of ideas so theres no part 2 :p)

and for those that sent requests i see you and i promise will get to them when i have time 😭😭

[sunarinscat]

Katsuki in button up dress shirts that are just a little bit too tight. He rolls up the sleeves and his forearms are out. Your obsessed with his forearms and he knows it. Will spend all night flexing his arms and wrists at the restaurant for absolutely no reason other than to watch you drool over him. Thinking about all the different positions those arms could put you in, all the ways those hands could break you. But-

“Hey! Snap out of it sweets. My mom asked you a question.”

Oh yeah, your at dinner with his parents. He’s so cruel to you. He knows exactly what he’s doing. So you do your best to smile and nod politely at everything his parents say. You offer a response here and there, and keep your mind off of Katsuki’s slutty arms. That is until you feel his hand creeping up your thigh. He’s rubbing teasing circles into your skin.. inching closer and closer to your panties (which are getting wetter by the second). The waiter comes over and his parents are distracted for a second. You quietly berate him.

“Kats! Not in front of your parents! You know exactly what your doing I don’t want to mess up my relationshi-shit….”

You trail off as he silences you by running a finger up your panties.

“What was that sweetheart?”

He gives you a shit eating grin as you struggle to act composed.

His dad quickly jumps in;

“Oh im sorry did i miss something? Everything ok?”

Katsuki looks at you as if daring you to answer him truthfully. ‘Ya sorry your son is just fingering me under the table! All good!’

“Yeah, just feeling a little sick to my stomach.”

You muffle a groan as you grip at your tummy, hoping they buy it.

“Probably from dealing with this little shit all the time. Let me help you to the bathroom sweetheart-“

Katsuki cuts in, removing his hand from your cunt and shuffling out of the booth.

“It’s ok mom, I’ll take care of her. Come on baby, let’s go. We’ll be right back..”

[clare-875]

Falling (Zoro x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Zoro x Female Reader Summary: You tend to be clumsy, and because of your boyfriend's past, you give him a mini heart attack every time you fall. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Injuries, Worried Zoro, SPOILERS for Zoro's past?? [One Piece Masterlist] _____

Zoro knows you're strong.

He's seen you defeat opponents three times your size, seen you throw yourself in danger for the safety of your crew, had seen you win gruesome battles, and what's more, when you spar with him, he actually breaks a sweat. The two of you often train together, and Zoro bears witness to how you mould your strength, bettering yourself for the next battle and the next.

He knows.

But god dammit, why did you have to be so clumsy?

Zoro knows that, technically, it is no one's fault: the way you trip over your own two feet, the scattered bruises you bear, the odd yelp after the hundredth time dropping glassware in the kitchen. But he can't help but fall victim to the spike of his heart, the sweat that seems to rise instinctually, and his limbs that carry him quickly to the wake of your curses or the crash of your miseries.

And, most of the time, the new injury you hold is small and insignificant; rarely would you require medical attention afterwards. But Zoro finds himself still hating it. Hating the fact that he has no one to fight or to blame, has no one to curse or berate, no one to protect you from. Because your injuries are the cause of your own, and it wasn't like you particularly loved the misfortune of wounds from everyday activities either.

You had to admit, though, and to Zoro's muted gladness, that the number of injuries you bore had significantly decreased after meeting the stoic swordsman. Even before the two of you started dating, Zoro had noticed your affinity to the most unseeming dangers and had unknowingly taken it upon himself to prevent purple and blue from tainting your skin.

His curses as hands guide you away from walls and obstructing objects you somehow do not notice.

The twitching of his brows as he quickly catches you before you fall face-first to the ground, panic clouded beneath his irritation.

Every movement, every moment you take a step towards another hazard, carefully judged by his sharp eyes and willing instincts.

You were grateful beyond measure that your now-boyfriend, though oftentimes bearing an annoyed facade, cared and was patient enough to save you from the minor disasters you thought were an everyday norm. His efforts had increased tenfold, especially when the two of you became official, as he had an excuse to linger by your side as often as he pleased.

Though embarrassed sometimes that such a capable fighter as yourself found defeat in the lack of coordination of your own limbs, you could not deny that Zoro's protectiveness was an attractive and oftentimes welcome response. However, you did not realise the brunt of his actual panic, his actual aversion to the sight of you injured, until the time you accidently fell down a flight of stairs on the Sunny.

.....

You had been standing at the front of the ship, your Captain on the figurehead as you both tried to spot the pod of dolphins that had been swimming in front of you. Your boyfriend was half-sleeping against the mast of the ship, though his senses still lingered on the voices of you and Luffy, laughing and talking and challenging yourselves to see how many of the sea creatures graced the forefront of the Sunny.

"There's nine!"

"What are you talking about? I counted at least twelve!"

Your voices were caught by the gentle breeze and the timid sun as it fell slowly to the horizon. Everything was peaceful, everything was calm, and Zoro was on the brink of actually sleeping, knowing all was well and that you were safe. Your conversation with your captain had dwindled into more casual talk of adventures and plans of endeavours on future islands.

Your bright discussion lasted many sparing moments but, of course, was interrupted by the familiar grumble and groan of your Captain as he fell on the sunny's figurehead exaggeratively.

"[y/n]~ I'm hungryyy."

You roll your eyes at his whining words after only a moment's silence in conversation.

Luffy never seems to find satisfaction with the amount of food he eats.

"What do you want me to do about it? Sanji's got the whole kitchen on lockdown after the incident you pulled this morning."

You faintly remember your Captain and the crew's cook, causing a ruckus in the kitchen that no doubt stemmed from Luffy's devouration of food.

"He'll listen to you pleaaaseee"

You continue looking to the horizon, unfazed.

"No."

"Pleaseee"

"No"

"Pleaseeee"

"No."

"Pleaaaaseeee-"

You grit your teeth in irritation, sighing heavily as you push yourself off the railing of the ship. Luffy, however, meets your frown with a grin in anticipated satisfaction.

You always did give in too easily.

"Fine, something small, though. It's almost time for dinner."

Luffy lets out a laugh and nods enthusiastically, upright once again on the figurehead. You step away from the blatant joy on his face, making your way to the stairs that lead to the green of the deck below.

Sometimes, you don't know if Luffy is the Captain of this ship or a child the crew look after.

You move, still lost in your thoughts and quite, honestly, simply not thinking. Because, well, you feel a normal human would not have to think too hard about going down a flight of stairs to get food. But you forget that you are not the average person.

In fact, you probably should've grabbed the railing and counted down the steps back to solid ground because one minute your foot was on wooden steps, and the next you were walking on air.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you slip on the rigidity of the stairs that were supposedly beneath you, and you feel your world turning in your head. The spike of your heart comes with a fraction of a second of weightlessness and a single thought in your head.

Shit, not again.

You stumble, and you fall, limbs hurdling and gracing the rigid edges of the stairs. In a flurry of movements, you are suddenly on the grass of the deck, but in a way that would surely leave remnants of your clumsiness. You groan as you finally come to a halt, back against the ground as you look to the sky, exasperated. You can hear the light laughter of your Captain.

"You alright [y/n]?"

But you do not reply, hearing the amusement in Luffy's tone. You did not blame him, however, as the crew had become accustomed to the way things, such as walking, were not so much a given but a privilege to you. You roll your eyes, still on your back as you lie in defeat for a moment. Sure, you were not too badly hurt - you were a member of the straw hat crew after all - but you'd be damned to try moving again for a few seconds.

To your boyfriend, however, your sudden shout, fall and lack of response had sent him into a spiral.

Zoro was shot awake the instant he heard the yelp you let out as you lost your balance and succumbed to your fall on the stairs. But he was too late to move, and in all honestly, though half-awake, he felt something die within him when he saw your limbs tumble and hit the edges of the wooden planks.

"[y-]"

His voice is caught in his throat, as his heart rate spikes abnormally high. Higher than the instances when he saw you fall before. His mind unwillingly travels far into his past, to the dojo where he found the dream he still clings onto today, to his childhood friend and rival, Kuina.

She had been strong, too.

Hell, she had bested him in all battles he called for.

He thought that she would be a constant in his life, a source of rivalry and challenge and growth. She had seemed invincible in his young age. But then, the news had travelled.

The news of her death.

And the cause of it, was the very stairs he watches you fall on now. The unnerving atmosphere, her haunting funeral, and the will he holds onto through battles alongside her swords.

But you.

You were strong, capable, grown...

You were the love of his life...

You were falling...

He can't save you.

Your limbs stumbled to a halt as you hit the soft grass, a stark contrast to the stairs that would be the root of bruises on your body later. And you were okay.

But your boyfriend didn't know that.

Zoro's heart rate continues to rise, and he thinks that he is on the brink of hyperventilating. One sharp breath in, and his limbs are pulled into forced movement as he travels to you, cursing himself for looking blankly at the scene so uselessly. He stumbles forward, and he hears his Captain, words filled with teasing amusement.

"You alright, [y/n]?"

But you don't move, you are facing the sky, face shadowed by the falling sun, and he doesn't know if you are conscious or okay. You stay silent, not replying to the words of Luffy, and Zoro hates how long it has taken him to travel mere meters to your side. But when he enters your vision, you are met with a sight you have never seen before.

Zoro... scared.

"[y/n]!!"

The green-haired swordsman looks down at you frantically, hands giving way to light tremors you feel quickly cradling skin and causing you to look up in concern. Zoro sees your eyes, awake, and lets dull relief relieve his heart, but he is not yet satisfied.

"Zoro, I'm okay, I just-"

"What were you thinking, woman?"

There is a pause as you register his rushed words and the way his eyes seem to travel to every crevice of your face and body, searching for an indication that you were not okay. He measures your gaze, and he pulls you closer, willing you to anchor his nerves.

"Zoro-"

"You could've been seriously injured-"

"Zoro-"

He meets your gaze once more, but hesitantly, eyes wavering at your worry, only now realising the vice grip he has around you. His breaths are uneven, and even his Captain grows silent and confused at the sight of his second-in-command in rare loss of composure.

You start to sit up from within his embrace. You reach out and cradle his face in one hand, watching as more relief starts to fill his system and replace the panicked look on his face, replace his uneven breaths with more steady ones. Just what had gotten into him?

"You could've died."

His voice is low, and it causes a jolt of your heart. This was your always stoic, serious, calm swordsman... He now looks haunted, and his gaze is only half with you, as though reliving a moment only he could see.

"Zoro," you murmer, there remains a crease in your brow as you are still confused but also concerned about his unusual behaviour and haste. You gently run your thumb on the skin of his cheek, hoping to soothe him the way he so often does whenever you are lost to the confines of your mind.

"I'm okay, stairs aren't going to kill-"

"You don't know that."

His words are sharper this time, and your eyes widen, slightly startled. You watch guilt envade your boyfriend's eyes, then his grip lightning further on your skin, as sharpness fades in a heavy sigh. His gaze is more sullen now, though his nerves are calmed, and he allows you to sit up fully.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

Your words are soft and anchoring, and Zoro stands reluctantly, gently guiding you to your feet as though one wrong movement would tear him away from the reality of you, alive and well before him.

"Don't apologise just- tch, let's go see Chopper."

Your boyfriend refuses to meet your gaze then, but you nod silently. Luffy decides to look away from the sight of Zoro, his arms wrapped securely around you, in a mix of not understanding but knowing there must be some sort of invisible battle Zoro faces. You, on the other hand, allow his limbs to wrap securely around your shoulders, holding more of your weight than necessary, but you remain in silence, allowing him to look after you.

In the infirmary, Zoro remains uncharacteristically worried and rigid. Before entering, his only words to you were those that indicated he wanted to be with you as Chopper checked up on you. Only when the small doctor gives you the all-clear does Zoro let the tension fall from him fully. You thank Chopper, and the two of you make your way out of the infirmary, quiet though the air is still murkey with apprehension.

"Zoro, what's wrong?"

In the hallway, you stop him abruptly with the pull of his arm, still unsure as to why a stumble on stairs - unlucky but not necessarily unforeseen - has him in a state you have rarely seen. Your boyfriend turns to you hesitantly, eyes far away.

"I just know what a fall is capable of."

His low voice catches an edge of emotion. His hand lingers absentmindedly on a sword by his side. The white one he always holds close to him. You remember him saying faintly about how it was given to him long before you met him. Zoro was a private man, and even you had barely formed the cracks on the enclosures of his past, but you saw clearly now that there must've been a connection.

His incessant protection over every minor fall.

The way he would always treat your injuries so carefully afterwards or make sure Chopper saw to it that you were okay.

Every careful caress and action is rooted to a past you do not know, but you also now find understanding.

Zoro moves close to you so you can feel the heat radiating off his body and so that he can feel the warmth your skin emits. He seems to search your eyes and analyse their lustre and spark. A single caress as he moves away lingering hair, and his lips were suddenly on yours.

You are taken aback, not used him so spontaneously kissing you in an open space, but you return the favour quickly, pressing against him and feeling the way he cradles you so delicately, so carefully. There is a moment of him and a moment of bliss. When you pull away, there is a warmth to his eyes and a softness enveloped just for you.

A vulnerable love that lingers.

You, the root of his worry.

You might not know the depths of his past, but you sure as hell take a lot more care walking down a flight of stairs after that.

[nessbunnie]

pro soccer player!rin x #1 rin fan!reader is such a fun concept !!

like on tiktok ur known as the itoshi rin girl. people tag u in rin edits & make edits dedicated to u ! 30 minutes after a pxg game ends ur seen on tiktok analyzing the entire match, people even ask u to analyze other teams or players ! u’ve posted countless tiktoks of you at actual pxg matches, cheering the loudest for rin.

but what no one knows is that rin’s biggest fan is also his girlfriend of 4 years !! rin can’t help but crack a smile when he sees ur newest tiktok fawning over him or ur reactions to edits of him ! people comment “petition to get this girl a meet and greet with rin 😭😭” not knowing that he sleeps in your arms every night <3

it gets even cuter when u film a tiktok finally “meeting” rin for the first time after a game ! tho he’s sure ur reaction is a little bit exaggerated for the views, he still thinks its so adorable <3 you shake his hand excitedly, asking for a picture with him, recording the entire interaction. 

he remains his usual calm self and agrees, putting on a small smile as the shutter goes off. u wave goodbye to him, yelling out a, “i love you!!” as u walk away. rin’s face gets hotter, though he doesn’t know if its because of u or the stuffy almost-autumn air. 

the clip of rin blushing profusely after ur profession of love goes viral almost immediately ! u find urself smiling at ur phone as edit after edit with the same intro plays, rin’s red face probably burnt into the pixels of ur phone. 

but after a couple days, the switch-up comes. some people start commenting on your tiktoks and edits with you in them that your “parasocial relationship” with rin is getting a little strange, and that maybe you should tone the obsession down. for every person defending u, the hate train only grows.

you complain about this to rin during breakfast, stating “how’s it a parasocial relationship if i’ve been dating you for years?” with sighs. rin says the obvious.

“just tell them that.”

you look at him with a mischevious glint in your eye. “should i actually?”

“go for it. i can take care of the PR stuff.” rin takes a bite out of his breakfast before continuing.  “been wanting to call you mine for a while, too.”

you giggle. “aye aye, as you say captain!”

rin is called into your shared bedroom minutes later, a ringlight set up with your phone in the middle. “c’mere rinnie, wanna make a tiktok with you!” rin sits down beside you. you scroll through a couple of examples of the trend, showing them to rin. it’s mostly of couples; one person applying lipstick or lipgloss before smudging it and the other person with kisses on their face wiping it off. 

it looks simple enough, so rin agrees. 

you press kisses onto rin’s face, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “you always like when i kiss you, rinnie,” you remark.

rin hums in response, melting into your touch. you kiss him one last time on his cheek before finishing. “i’m gonna record now, ‘kay?”

k. by cigarettes after sex plays as you film yourself applying lipgloss before smudging it. rin reaches towards you and wipes it off as you pan the camera towards his lovesick gaze. you lean into him and kiss him a last time before you stop the recording. 

you hand your phone to rin, showing him the end results. he approves of them, and you caption it with “🩷🩷🩷” before posting. 

safe to say the 1.5 million likes proved your parasocial relationship wrong.

this was supposed to be a little blurb why is it 621 words long oml. and ik the k. trend is old as hell but it’s so cute i luv it ! the pacing is so terrible i’m crying um probably ooc i’m sorry guys i love soft rin !!!! reblog comment and follow for more bangers guys ily all <3

[bwabys-scenarios]

Perv!Illumi thoughts(NSFW)

Perv!Illumi that stares at you as you change, his gaze unabashedly perverse. He doesn’t pretend to not hear you asking him to look away. The man simply shakes his head.

“No thanks.”

And just keeps looking with those dark, intimidating eyes.

You feel so vulnerable in front of him, like a rabbit before a large, hungry wolf. His eyes move up and down your figure, examining you like a scientist examines a new test subject.

His fingers graze your soft sides, pressing down slightly to feel the way your flesh gives way to his touch. You’re warm in a way he’s never felt before. He’s been covered in warm blood and eaten warm food, but never been able to touch and caress something as pleasant as you before.

“You’re soft…” he murmurs, eyes half lidded as his fingers move from your sides to your lower belly. “And warm…”

For a moment he wonders what other parts of you feel warm, his eyes pausing at the sight of your panties, but he pulls back.

You’re changing for a reason, there’s a job to be done. But later he’ll wonder why his cock has gotten so hard as he recalls these brief interactions with you, and why he wants do so so much more…

And from the sound of your stifled moans from the next room, maybe you want more too.

[tvgals]

virgin! choso who is so confused the first couple times he cums.

he’s not new to the porn-watching scene. in fact, it’s almost all he does. he downloaded twitter for a reason and he has two accounts for whenever he’s out in public.

when he met you in his computer science class, he couldn’t help but realize you looked like his favorite creator on twitter. he swallowed all the courage he had and asked you out, and you said yes with a big grin on your face.

once you took him home for the first time, he cocked his head to the side in curiosity, again, realizing that your room was eerily similar to ‘miss. creamer’ on twitter. after an hour or so of conversing, choso couldn’t help but let his mind wander about. he wanted to plough you into your soft comforter, pull your hair and make you scream for more, but he knew he didn’t have the guts to do so yet. while in his own world, his dick grew almost four inches! you grinned as you looked down at the print in his grey sweatpants.

“something you wanna say, cho?” you giggle, crawling over his legs to seat yourself in his lap. “uhm..” he gulps, placing his hands up defensively. you shake your head and grab choso’s wrists, bringing his hands down to clasp around your hips. “just trust me.” you smile, bringing one of your manicured hands up to card through his jet black hair. choso looks up a you through his rectangular frame glasses and he sighs out, kneading the soft flesh you proposed to him. you lean into him, pressing slow and sultry kisses to his pink lips. he follows suit and brings a hand up to the nape of your neck, as if it was muscle memory. you bring a hand down to peel off choso’s sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion, choso bucking up into you involuntarily.

“i-..” he moans out. you take choso’s, almost painfully, hard dick and slowly sink on top of him, keeping a steady manicured hand on his pecs. “oh-oh my god..” he pants out, his head lolling back in ecstasy. once you sink all the way down onto his pretty, pretty cock, you adjust yourself a bit and slowly start to bounce up and down, small moans escaping past your lips. “you..you’re so beautiful.” choso rasps out. you smile and lean to press tender kisses to his pink, pouty lips. he knows he won’t last long, he can feel the coil in his tummy that’s about to snap, and he doesn’t know how to handle it.

“i-i feel so weird..” he moans, grabbing onto your hips with one hand and bringing another one up to grope one of your breasts. “talk to me..” you coax him with that beautiful, almost siren like, voice of yours. “am i gonna cum? what-what do i do?” he moans out, tears brimming his eyes. he doesn’t wanna hurt you! will his curse like nature compromise your experience? “you are, baby..just let it happen, okay?” you try and calm him down, but your pussy is gripping him like a vice, and he can’t help but wonder if this is what heaven is like. “help..help..” he meeks out tiny moans, the tears finally falling from his eyes. and, before you can get any reassuring words out, choso cums inside of you with a loud moan, bringing your body into his forcefully.

“was that it? oh my god.” he’s shaking now, his toes curling at the sensation. you giggle at his reaction, kissing along his neck.

>the next day, he checks twitter to see little miss.creamer on twitter has posted another video. and, hey, the guy she’s fucking has the same rings on as choso. weird.

[grenadehearts]

silly texts pt 2. k!bakugo smau

authors note: my phone is always almost dead in my smaus.. anyways complete crack smau with some suggestiveness. first part here m.list

[queenendless]

ARISE

A/n: As we are now in a new year, time to write on some new fandoms.

Rewatched S1 dubbed — and yes Aleks Le as Sung Jinwoo is the reason why cause he's so damn fine~! Listen to his voice as you read this, I insist! I just need to get my Sung Jinwoo fix. Therefore—

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x F!Adult!Reader

CW: Explicit 21+ MATURE content inside. SOME SPOILERS but not much. Morning smut, implied mentions of suicide, reader got reincarnated as a humanoid magic beast and serves Jinwoo now.

DON'T PLAGARIZE, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. Rather reblog like and follow pls n thx.

"Wakey wakey." That teasing low purr in the crook of your neck had you giggling tiredly as the ticklish sensation pulled you out of slumber. Spooning you from behind, his legs entangled with yours, Jinwoo breathes in your scent, sucking tenderly. Taking his enormous hand that rested on your hip into yours, just to play with his fingers, made him smile.

“Don't go.” You murmur, raising that hand to brush petal soft pecks to his knuckles.

"Come on, now. I gotta get ready." His slurred gruffness were telltale signs he was in no hurry.

"The world is your kingdom now, Jinwoo. It'll still be there tomorrow." Your reassurance meant you curled further into your side of the bed, the tendrils of slumber creeping back in. His deep chuckle trailed butterfly pecks from your cheek, down the pane of your neck, then up to your ear. "Stay here with me, please."

"Even the Shadow Monarch needs to lead his guild." His words were one thing. His wandering hands were another story. "But, if you rather keep me in bed all day, I suppose you could persuade me." His very presence chased away the bitter freezing loneliness you were accustomed to, submerging you in his comfortable burning embrace.

"God, you're something else." You turned in his grasp, finally able to face him and shower him with your smooches, such smitteness brought warmth blooming within him. Not to mention his bulge rubbing against your crotch sent sparks shooting through you both.

Flashes of memories surfaced in your mind. Such a whiplash it is that the most powerful hunter in this world that you personally witness slaughtering every beast and human that dares stand in his way, soaked in their blood, could be the very same man that held such requited smoldering endearment for you.

The butterflies and flips occurring inside from every gaze, touch and word given are always worth it.

"God has been long gone from this world ... just Rulers and Monarchs now ... and yours is beside himself. To think his favorite beast on the streets ... is a lamb in the sheets~" That rumbling deep voice roughly heaved in between kisses. Opening your mouth so willingly had him grinning against you as his velvety tongue entangled yours, lost in the thralls of the passionate dance within. “My favorite~”

His sculpted hands slithered underneath your top, lightly brushing up against your sides, then your tummy. One hand stayed to fondle your cushiony mounds; he never gets tired of feeling you up.

"A human from another world ... reborn as a humanoid magic beast." Pinching, pulling and rubbing your pearls between his long sly fingers had you melting as your muffled mewling grew frequent. “Failed by those closest to you, abandoned to that pain and fear … a kindred soul.”

His other sly hand slips under your undies, cupping your dripping sex. Your moaning had him smirking as he nibbled your bottom lip in tune with his thumb insistently rubbing your clit and the tips of his fingers brushing around your cunt. "Isn't this what you wanted? To be touched by me? Your beloved King?"

"Mmm yes~" His voice always got you going, especially when those four fingers filled you up well, curling and scissoring in their trek straight to your burning core. "Aaah~" Your hips rutting into his hand got him bricked up through his sweatpants. "Nngh~" Wringing your hands through those dark messy locks and stroking along his shaved undercut got him trembling, all to reel him in and keep you as grounded as you could currently be in your haze filled state. "Don't stop~"

"So touch starved." Your sharp gasp was the sign he reached your bundle of nerves, prodding it with such vigor, stuffing you right up to his wrist, lathered up in your cream. “To let me be the first and only one to shower you with such devotion ... I'll forever be grateful for that blessing." Tears of ecstasy leave your e/c eyes and he kisses them away, his ebony bangs tickling your moaning burning face, the flames of passion stoked for you as you come undone. "My Queen~"

His creamy hand then pulled right out of your valley, leaving you desperately wanting him to fill up your emptiness. Your faith got restored, however, as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, revealing the chiseled marble sculpture that is his physique.

He knows the sight alone makes your mouth water. Your hands traversed the panes of his soft firm pecs, that thick neck, those broad shoulders, even these sculpted biceps that flexed as his daily tasked push ups came with the added benefit of pushing down to your laying form, being enthralled by your rewarding kisses. Such reliable stability beneath that lean stature of resilience.

Your own eyes burned with the glow of enchantment, the image of who he used to be versus who he has become reminded you of yourself. How the physical and mental scars that plagued your old life for years on end shaped you into who you have become. A magic beast serving the Shadow Monarch. What a pairing.

His cream coated hand slips under his own waistband, pulling his beast free from its confines, using your cum as his lube to be more prepared.

His other hand cupped under your knee, draping your leg over his shoulder. "Wouldn't you rather I give you tongue~?" That low toned growl already got your other leg willingly draped over his other broad shoulder already as that mouth sunk into your wet folds.

“Yes love~!” Ripping such a concupiscent symphony outta your mouth. His other hand couldn't help but jack off to your venereal cries. The scorching presence his mouth gave as the starvation had him ravaging, suckling as much as making out with your now squirting folds.

His cheeks filled with your essence, dexterously aiming his tongue to drive you further up the tower of sins. Your spasming hips only buried his face deeper in, inhaling your scent as his nose got pushed in your pubes, his light yet sturdy weight. Those lidded silver eyes flashed violet as their predatory gaze marveled in your sweaty flushed expressions due to his ravenous gorging, your voice shrieking as you unloaded, his creamy covered lips curling swallowing gratefully.

“You're truly decadent.”

Your body and soul trembled in anticipation for what's to come; your legs falling off his shoulders to hug his firm hips. So did him, leading his dick slowly into your loosened yet smothering grip. "Let me make love to you." He grunted, you sucking him up as greedily as his cock started into the slow steady rhythm stroking your creamy grip.

“Fuck me! Please~! Don't stop~! Don't ever stop!” Your unhinged shouts of passion hit his ear as you hugged his neck, his own hot breath hitting your shoulder as he picked up the lace into the feverish fueled tapping; skin squelching and smacking noises bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck~! You’re heaven incarnate~!” Your sob filled yell riled up his necessity to bust his nuts in you even more. His feral groans in response had you squeezing him in a vice state, marking the side of his neck into a bruising suck, drawing scratches along his chiseled shoulder blades.

His own fingers dug into your rolling hips, finger shaped bruises painting your skin in kind, while his sharp teeth marked along your shoulder and neck, marking you as his and his alone, raising you further to the apex.

“I’ll fuck you until the world ends. This needy pussy deserves to be ravaged every waking moment. Every inch of you is mine to worship. Your beautiful womb filled up with my seed. That's my dream. To have you as my wife. To raise a family together. To make you Mrs. Sung!”

“Yes, Jin~! Yes~!” Your choked up agreement got lost in the sloppy, tongue filled kisses as you came a third in a row, making a cum circle around his shaft, painting his rippling thighs and the once pure sheets.

Your orgasmic greeting met with his, shooting right into your womb quite thickly, lifting you in his shredded grasp, externally and internally. Thrusting his still oozing libido into your heavenly valley like a madman to chase that euphoric high.

Your head limply rested on his shoulder like a pillow, fatigued mewls spilling out as the burning weight of his essence settled into your abdomen. Carefully setting you down on the bed, Jinwoo collapsed on his side, heaving slowly and deeply, his dazed eyes gazing at yours, glowing radiantly as the sunlight slipping in outlined your form.

Still submerged in you, now limp dicked, his muscular arm draped over you, pulling you both closer, all to have you curling into his slickened torso, breathing in your intermingled scent.

“Now call in sick.” Your weak request got him chuckling deeply.

“I will in a bit.” Curling your cascading hair through his fingertips, he caressed your pretty head, allowing the tranquil silence to linger.

“I love you, Y/n. So damn much. Thank you for being in my life, in this moment, and for the rest of our reign to come.” His whole being enveloped you in his bear hug of an embrace, drawing in your shared taste through an endearing kiss.

“I love you too, Jin. So damn much.” Your voice fluttered from the swelling of emotion taking hold on your heart, as you couldn't help but fall into the routine of peppering smooches all over that beautifully precious face of his.

“I'll love you. In this life and the next. Until the end of it all.” He vowed to you as you succumbed to sleep once again, smiling softly at your face, kissing your sweet lips once more before reaching out behind him for his phone, sending a quick text to Yoo Jinho about his impromptu work absence. His brother in arms was A-okay about, already suspecting fooling around with you being the reason why.

Jinwoo's next text was him dubbing Jinho as his best man at your upcoming wedding, already looking forward to seeing you on that sacred day, followed up by quite the steamy honeymoon.

He was already anticipating your future together, basking in the early morning, setting his phone aside as it filled with the following texts of congrats and excitement from his little bro, before joining you in the confines of dreams, cocooned in your shared comfy warmth, watched on by his shadow army in the corner, silently cheering for their master’s engagement with their future Queen Regnant.

[zqxouii]

biker!geto x librarian!reader (f!/afab!) | warnings : mdni 18+

biker!geto, who's a damn hottie, what was he doing at a fucking library? shouldn't he be out there messing up with the cops, breaking headlights, or traffic rules instead of rotting here at this dead silent place?

— "evening, missy."

biker!geto, who's eyes have been locked in yours ever since he stepped into the library, walks over from shelf to shelf, what's he upto now? another one of his prank maybe?

— " well, miss bookish, if you’re so smart, how about you explain why I can’t seem to get you out of my head?"

biker!geto, (get a load of this) who placed this bet to make you fall head over heels for him, grabbing every little thing to talk about, only to flirt right after?

— "miss lit, shouldn't you try hanging out with me instead of wasting your time here reading your remeo and juliet the 100th time already?"

biker!geto, who seems to get the idea that you're atleast, are a tiniest bit in love with him as catching you staring at him from so afar, isn't anything else.

— "c'mon, don't be shy miss know-it-all, why not join me at the local bar?"

biker!geto, who's eyes light up after constantly trying to grab your attention is now annoying the fuck outta you, as you had finally accepted his invite. riding his bike felt like flying to you, to be honest, but also free at the same time?

— "yep. that's the kinda girl I like."

biker!geto, who got you all drunken now, begins with his actual plan. he brings you to a private room where he strips every cloth off him in front of you only to add to the fire and get you on the bed already.

— "let the night begin, shouldn't we, miss?"

biker!geto, who's way of fucking hit your sweet spot would make your eyes roll all the way back with every thrust, how he'd suck on your nipple so oddly perfectly, or mark your neck as if he owned you.

— "didn't know that booky ladies could fuck so good."

biker!geto, who made sure that every droplet of your cum on your folds was licked clean, your body was well marked to show the world who you now belong to.

— "everything that I own is yours now, darling."

© zqxouii — the storyline belongs to me and I do not consent anyone to translate, repost or rephrase my writing on any other platform so I expect you to respect my boundaries.

[swytdoll]

not for the faint of heart౨ৎ ft. your mom’s boyfriend, toji

toji is a terrible boyfriend.

the way his fat cock delves in your velvety insides, stretching his girlfriend’s daughter to the brink of tears. how he treats you like his little sex toy, and how you love every second of it.

how his tongue laves on your cunt and he drinks you up, like a man dying of thirst. how his lips and teeth leave marks and bruises on your skin, how he marks you as his own.

the way he pulls your hair back to bite the nape of your neck, and how you can feel the shape of his smirk on your skin. you know it’s nothing but cruel doing this to your mother, but the feeling is just too good for you to give a damn.

and the worst part is, you think that even though he may not be the best partner, he was definitely the best fuck.

you were a bad daughter.

you were a slut, too.

he calls you his sweet angel.

it feels so ironic, with how his mouth is dripping with your juices and his cock is buried deep inside you. “missed you s’much. ah-fuck, leaving me to go to college and shit. those boys can’t fuck you like i can.” he snarls in your ear.

your pussy aches, toes curling with pleasure, cunt clenching around his pulsating length. you love being fucked by him, he always knows what buttons to push.

toji fucks you like you're his bitch.

because you are.

his large hand comes to wrap around your neck, applying a slight pressure. your breath hitches and you try not to moan at the thought of him squeezing even harder, and you can hear him chuckle. "fuck, doll. y'look so pretty with my hands around your throat. 's almost as if i'm killing you."

the words send shivers down your spine, and you're not sure whether it's from fear or arousal. his fat cock drags along your walls, pressing on your sweet spot over and over again, molding you.

“love missionary, such a pretty face oh my god. i wanna keep you here forever, wanna fuck you all day and night. make sure you never leave me. only want my cock, huh? my sweet angel, i bet you'd look so good round with my kids."

it's all too much for you. his fingers are still wrapped around your neck and his other hand is rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit, and he's kissing you, tongue down your throat and all you can taste is yourself.

and god, the way he talks to you. you know it's not right, you know how fucked up this whole situation is. he was supposed to be like a father to you.

but fuck, you really don't care. not when your eyes rolled back and toes curled, pussy dripping. not when the only thing running through your head is 'please please please please'.

you come, and he fucks you through your orgasm. the wet sounds of your cunt fills the room and his pace quickens, and you know he's close. “ bet it turns you on fucking in your mom’s bed huh?” his tone is cruel, laced with something else. "mhm come on, come in me daddy. make a mess out of my pussy."

that's all it takes before he's filling you up, his release painting your walls and he groans. his hot cum is warm and it seeps out of you. "i love you." he whispers in your ear, clammy hands caressing your cheek.

toji is a terrible boyfriend.