#no smut this time :D

[bi-writes]

ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)

"wot?"

"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"

"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.

ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.

"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.

"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."

"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"

the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.

"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"

ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.

"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."

when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.

"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."

ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.

"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.

"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"

"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.

"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--

"i wasn't pretending. were you?"

[luvlyycy]

law is such a pathetic man. especially when he eats pussy, he gets so drunk— lips all sticky as he fingers your pussy, moans coming from him as he ruts his clothed cock onto the mattress.

"s'good. it's so fucking good." he groans, mouth open and licking at your clit— he's praying, fucking hoping that you squirt in his mouth— all over his face. everywhere, fucking drench him in your spunk— ruin him by rutting your pussy into his face, mouth, nose, lips— everything.

"mmm, traffy— babyyy. m'g'nna cummm..—"

fucking finally.

[lillaberry]

I do NOT have a daddy k*nk but for reasons this clip of Spencer Reid is saved on my phone

[eustassslut]

Out at Sea, ASL x reader fic series (Coming Soon)

Safe on Land - Lifeguard & Sea life rescuer! Sabo x CEO's daughter! Reader

Born to Ride - Surfer! Portgas D. Ace x Lifeguard! Reader

Under the Sea - Diver! Luffy x Archeological Assistant /Researcher! Reader

[poisonedprose]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕷. KINKTOBER DAY 14. PURRING PERFECTION

ellie williams x hybrid!fem!reader

warnings: 0.8k words, kinktober smut, kitty hybrid!reader, pet names (kitty, hun, baby), cursing, thigh riding, pwp, first heat

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Ellie’s fingers mindlessly scratch behind your ears, listening to the sound of you purring on her chest while she read some book about space. You thought it was so attractive when she was indulging in the things she was passionate about. Your face nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her aroma.

Your body was warm, warmer than usual. Ellie brought it to your attention but you insisted that you were fine and that you didn’t have a fever. But both of you forgot to consider the possibility that you were on the brink of starting your first heat. You didn’t know much about them, only relying on the few elder hybrids that resided in Jackson, but even then there wasn’t much information to go off of.

As far as you were concerned, you were a late bloomer. You were grateful you didn’t have to deal with such a burden of having a heat. You were told that the first heat was the worst, but no one would ever elaborate. You just figured they were all exaggerating but when a warm substances warmed your cotton panties you knew you were fucked.

Your panty covered core was pressed against your girlfriend’s thigh. Your shirts were thrown askew on the floor, along with Ellie’s jeans. The sun that shone down on Jackson was close to unbearable. Your tail was swaying nervously back and forth, from side to side. Ellie and you hadn't really done anything physically, the both of you opting to take things slow, so it was safe to say you were panicking.

Ellie's hand slid from the top of your head all the way down to your ass, giving it a quick squeeze before trailing her fingers up your tail. Your purs only grew louder and your cunt only grew wetter. You shifted trying to get in a comfortable position, maybe you could wait it out until she left and take care of it by yourself. But of course, why would anything work in your favor.

Ellie moved her thigh at the same time you were readjusting your position, making your clothed cunt grind against the soft plush if her thigh. A whine escapes your lips. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She apologized sincerely and softly, figuring she probably bumped you and hurt you. She offered a comforting pat on your butt with a small smile.

“Els.” You whine, a pout evident on your face. “I said sorry, kitty.” She was still under the impression that you weren’t currently drenching your favorite pair of underwear. “No, no, Ellie…” You grind your self down on her thigh involuntarily. “Huh?” She looks outright shocked to say the least. “You need me to take care of you or something?” She shows you a toothy grin, mostly joking to ease the tension of what you just did.

She wasn’t expecting you to actually nod and agree. “Pretty please, I’ll be a good kitten.” She’d only ever heard you beg twice. One time when you were begging her to let you come on patrol with her and another time when you wanted her to cuddle with you. She’d never heard you beg like this.

It didn’t take her long to figure out what was happening. Your hot body, your swollen lips, your rose cheeks, your whiny voice. “Holy shit.” She mumbles to herself, she wasn’t sure what she should do in this situation. “Come sit.” She pushed the book aside and grabbed you by your waist and sat you on her thigh. After all, this would be the first time the two of you have been together this intimately.

You instantly took her invite, immediately rubbing yourself on her thigh. “Holy shit.” She mumbled again as she looks up at you. She can’t help but think how beautiful you look while riding her thigh. “It’s okay, hun, yeah? It’s alright.” She says, her words full of breath as her own arousal pools in her boxers

“Wanna tell me what’s up?” She asks as she guides your hips against her thigh. Her space book was long forgotten. “It came out of nowhere Els.” You whimper, ears pointing straight up and your tail curling in pleasure. “Yeah, I noticed.” She chuckles lightly. With two fingers she gently pulls your panties to the side. A string of your arousal sticks to the cotton. Ellie bites her lip as she watches you rut your bare pussy on her thigh, coating her skin with a thin layer of slick.

“Mmm, baby, as much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t think i’m supposed to let you do this.” It was true, a few of the hybrids had mentioned it’s best to hold out going through your heat for the first time with a partner. “No, no, no! Please don’t go Els, need you to help me. I dunno how to fix this.” You felt embarrassed by how desperate you felt— and probably looked.

Ellie had way more experience than you did, you knew she did. You knew she’d take care of you better than you could ever take care of yourself. She sighed, fingertips denting the fat of your hips. “Alright, alright. How could I say no to my pretty kitty, hm?”

[gaypiece]

how law looks at you when hes fucking ur throat for being a brat

[toshidou]

ok but chubby chaser price? 👀

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

CHUBBY!!! CHASER!!! PRICE!!!

Now. Whereas Simon tries to be more subtle with his obsession with the plush of your skin, John makes it well known that he finds curves maddeningly sexy.

He'll spend hours scouring through stores, buying up clothes he knows will cling to your skin. Bodycon dresses, tight shirts and ridiculously short mini skirts, he snaps them up and deposits them on your bed, settling himself on the mattress as you gingerly take the bags and carry them into the bathroom.

With every outfit, the soft cobalt of his eyes is replaced with onyx as he drinks you in with a heady gaze. Muttered curses will spill from his bitten-red lips, guttural approval heavy with lust.

"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, eh? Could eat you right up, sweetheart, you 'ave no idea."

When you walk out in a short, black bodycon dress, your eyes averted, your hands subtly snaking across the round of your stomach, he wastes little time tearing himself off the bed and stalking towards you, ripping your hands from your lower torso and pinning them above your head on the wall behind you; trapping you between the cool drywall, and the hard muscles of his torso, overtly aware of the large bulge that presses into the plush of your thigh. A low growl ringing through every syllable that falls from his throat, clouding your mind with a thick smog of arousal as he gazes down at you with a hunger that sets your skin ablaze.

"Don't you ever hide from me, pet. Fuckin' beautiful, too gorgeous not to show off. Now, how about I show you just how much I love this fuckin' perfect body of yours, hm?"

[horror-sapphic]

all I need is to be dicked down by lee harker😔

G!P LEE HARKER X FEM!READER

SAMEEE

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cw: smut, mentions of cum fucking (?), g!p lee

Lee Harker pounding you (audio)

a/n: I love lee

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Thinking about how shy she'd be about how big her cock is.

Shy but not dumb about it, she'd take her time easing her cock inside of you. Pumping into you until you felt like you could take her fully, you'd grow even wetter after seeing her eyes fixed on the sight of her slowly slipping in and out of your slick folds.

She'd tip her head back with her eyes shut as she slowly rolled her hips hard into you, her sharp breaths matching up to the tempo of her thrusts.

She'd open them back up to roll and pinch your nipples with her fingers, earning a breath "fuck" from you. This is when she'd speed up while keeping her thrusts hard, feeling your slippery clit under the soft - rolling thumb.

The sound of her thick cock splitting your cunt filling the room, "mmh baby you're so fucking wet" she'd groan out. The feeling of her balls slapping against you makes your mouth water as you wrap your hands around her, pulling her onto you.

"Just like that baby" you'd whine into her ear, driving her into speed up even more. Her hips slamming into you at a faster and harder rate, Lee's mouth swinging open as no sound comes out. Completely lost in pleasure as your tight and invitingly warm, wet pussy swallows her with every thrust.

Her pelvis rubbing on against your clit, making you inch closer and closer to cumming. "Mmm fuck, just keep fucking my pussy like this Lee- ugh fuck. Please, pleaasse" You cried out, squeezing her waist even tighter as she pounds into you from below.

Lee breaks her silence as she feels you begin to slowly tighten around her cock, "Thats it baby, cum for me" she rasps out, moving her head from off your shoulder to against your forehead to watch you fall apart beneath her. She slips her hand between the two of you to rub your clit one last time.

"Hmm cumm, i'm cumming" you mumble as your eyes rolled back shut and your mouth dropped open. Lee was right behind you as she cums too, filling your spasming cunt up with her seed as she slows down with her thrusting as her own hips spasms.

Her movements come to a stop as you both open your eyes to see the two of you both fucked out and low eyed, breathing tiredly against each other slick foreheads before making out again.

"Wanna fuck your cum in me" you pull away to say with a mischievous grin.

"Of course"

[ctimenefic]

THE RULE 63 SNIPPET?!?!??!!?? i’m already so obsessed i will EAT IT UP when it comes out i wait breathless with anticipation

eat it up you say? so does alex

original snippet here, tiny tease more below

“God, it sounds so pathetic, but- I thought they’d like me, after. It’s not like I was hoping one of them would fall madly in love with me,” she adds, so defensively Alex immediately assumes she actually had hoped for that. And maybe it’s a bit too cringe for even George to admit to, but he wouldn’t blame her. He’s sort of confused no one has fallen madly in love with her. “It’s so stupid, but they never say anything horrid about each other’s girlfriends. So I thought- if I was a girlfriend, and a driver, maybe it would, I dunno, cancel out.”

Alex isn’t sure how to explain it - how girlfriends, Tiff, Jen, whoever, are such a distinct category as to be basically meaningless. Sure, they’re nice about their girlfriends. Their girlfriends aren’t here. They don’t matter. Not like George does, when her mouth turns down and her helmet goes on and she leaves them spinning their wheels on the grid. 

“I don’t want to be the first woman in F1 if it’s going to be like this,” she says, quiet, into the cotton of his t-shirt. Alex waits a moment, clears his throat, and before he can even start George has whipped her head up, glaring at him with red rimmed eyes. “Of the modern era, obviously, if you bring up Lella Lombardi when I had to teach you her name-”

Alex holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Just making sure we’re keeping their names alive! I hear they’re inspiring some of the most promising up and coming drivers.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, Charlie Leclerc.” He rolls with the shove from George, lands off the bed on his knees and has to shuffle round to kneel in front of her. “AND this one girl who just won the Eurocup closer as a fucking wildcard, is about to go smash her F4 championship first time, and is then going to give me a fucking run for the money at BRDC-”

“I’m going to win that,” George says, decisive, and if he weren’t her main competition for it, Alex would believe her.

“Big words from someone who’s gonna let Charlie be the first woman F1 driver ofthemodernera-”

George shoves him again, sends him sprawling backwards. She has to lean over to do it, and her knees move apart, just a little, as her dress hitches. Alex doesn’t mean to look, really, but the skirt is that fucking short, and her legs are that fucking long, and toned so tight that when her knees are inches apart there’s a gap all the way up between her thighs, so it’s not like he saw on purpose but-

They’re blue. Her knickers. Blue, and polkadot, and he wants to put his mouth on them. 

[dirtyoldmanhole]

wait a minute, now we're cooking.....

[swampstew]

Stories on the horizon - sin is back on the menu

Monday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Diez Drake Smut - 8 PM EST

Tuesday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Monkey D. Luffy Smut - 8 PM EST

Thursday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Red Hair Shanks Angst - 8 PM EST

Friday - Oh Captain, My Captain - Trafalgar Law Smut - 8 PM EST

Finally finished ~ sorry for the wait! Starting the week strong by bringing this fun little event to an end. Fear not, October is gonna be a busy month for Raven.

But wait there's more!

What's the Magic Word? double chapter updates coming out September 18th and 25th - Wattpad - AO3

Turn Back Time double chapter updates coming out September 21st and 28th 29th - Wattpad - AO3

Then back on break with updates TBD and preferably after a hibernation.

BONUS!

Friday the 15th  - Kintober 2023 Announcement and Bingo Board Reveal - 8 PM EST

Friday the 22nd - Super Secret Halloween Project Reveal - 8 PM EST

Keeping a lid on all of this has been so hard. Truly. Bringing some fun and spoopy stories to celebrate my favorite season and holiday😈

October is gonna be Scary and Skanky

[ddeongies]

unfinished business (ch 3) - help me not feel empty

choreographer yeji x actress ryujin, angst & smut, friends to strangers to ???? to lovers | word count: 16,303 total/???? 🔞

Ryujin stares into her own eyes, looks at her own body, but she doesn’t recognize who she sees in the mirror. The way her mouth hangs open, the way her hips strain upward into Yeji’s mouth. No one else can see her—not even Yeji who’s currently groaning against her, the vibration shooting straight to Ryujin’s toes and ripping a deep, primal sound straight from her chest—but Ryujin sees everything. She’s the only one watching herself unravel, watching herself tip over the edge in a way she didn’t know was possible. She likes it, it’s fucking terrifying, she wants more. She barely recognizes herself, and it’s turning her on so much that she’s beginning to feel fucking crazy. Every stroke of Yeji’s tongue, the brush of her hair on the insides of Ryujin’s thighs, the heat of her palms and the press of her fingers. She wants more, she needs more, she needs Yeji to continue to fuck her apart piece by piece by—

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

I know I knoooww I have made so many polls in the past and present but I love making them and love to see how y'all vote!! 🥰🥰

I want y'all to read these and then pick what you think is an interesting fanfic, I'll probably work on this month or later on..

( P.s. most of it gonna be shigaraki since y'all want the king more 😏🤭 )

Mini summary:

Send to the fantasy world - a self-insert x shigaraki (because why not lol and it's supposed to be my goofy silly little fanfic for myself.) It's basically like semi modern fantasy omegaverse where shigaraki is the king and reader goes into comma and send to the mha world (I'm gonna possibly tweak this if this get more votes.)

Dating simulator - you're the loner gamer girl pick an mha dating simulator from the store, you pick the characters that you fall in love with.( Mostly shigaraki coz I love that man🤭)

Mama I'm in love with a criminal - you're a yandere that has a powerful quirk, fall madly in love with tomura shigaraki. ❤️‍🔥

He was a rockstar and you were a good girl - you're starting fresh in college, a new journey, new friends and possibly a lover... Dabi is an up coming rockstar and he happens to find you too good for this world.

Burning passion - you're a foreign chubby woman that moved to Japan to start a new life, it's modern au where no one has quirks basically. Tomura shigaraki is in his early 20s while you are in your late 20's, he's a loner gamer boy and found you breathtaking. (This one is more slow burn and wholesome.)

[marleysfinest]

there's nothing you love more than seeing him beg.

cw: smut, blowjob, orgasm denial, vaginal sex (f/m)

The sky is still inky black outside as you wake to the sound of laboured breathing. It takes you a few seconds to come to, but you soon realise what's happening; he's having another nightmare.

You turn on your side and gently rest a hand on Reiner's shoulder, feeling it jolt with every breath. It's getting worse, you realise, as his breaths turn into whimpers, and the expression on his sleeping face grows more severe.

"Baby," you whisper, gently rocking his shoulder, "baby, wake up."

It doesn't work right away - it seldom does - and so you tighten your grip and raise your voice as you try to wake him again. It takes a minute or two, but his eyes soon shoot open, and in an instant they're looking for you to make sure that he's really awake. He reaches an arm over to find you in the dark, and the second he's able to get a grip on your waist, he pulls you in closer. As you bury your head against his chest, a chest damp with sweat, you listen as his rapid heartbeat begins to slow, and feel his breath begin to level. He holds you tightly against him, his fingers never once keeping still as he continues to make sure you're real, using you as his tether to the real world. This was a familiar occurrence, although the time between episodes was gradually getting longer, but they still didn't seem to be dulling in intensity.

"Sorry," he mumbles sleepily, "didn't mean to wake you."

His fingers trace intricate patterns across your back, and you knew he was doing it as much for his benefit as your own.

"It's alright," you whisper calmly, "it's what I'm here for."

He moves his hand from your back to the tip of your chin, gently tilting your head up so that your lips meet his, kissing you in a way that could only be described as affirming, just happy to finally be awake. He's simultaneously asking for forgiveness for waking you up, and also shyly requesting one last favour in the form of soothing him back to sleep. Without uttering a word, his hand leaves your chin and moves to graze your shoulder, your arm, your waist, and eventually comes to rest on your hip. With a gentle firmness, he grabs a handful of you and pulls you closer so that your hips press against his, and you know exactly what it is he's asking for.

Owing to the time, you know that you have no interest in being pleasured yourself, but it doesn't bother you. Reiner rarely asks for this; he either relies on being in sync with your romantic impulses, or you're normally the one asking him. So, when he does finally put his pride to one side, you take great pleasure in devoting everything to his release.

You slowly roll him away from you so that he's flat on his back, and in one smooth movement you swing your leg over him and discard the duvet. Even as you sit straddling him you feel the heat radiating from his chest; a combination of the lingering nightmare and anticipation of what's to come. You lean forward, feeling him grow hard between your legs as you do so, and slip your tongue into his mouth. His hands move to your thighs, gripping them firmly as if to hold you in place, but his intuition has failed him. There's no way that you intend to stay where you are.

When you're satisfied that he's hard enough, you pry yourself away and slowly begin to shuffle down the bed, peppering his chest with kisses as you go. You feel his breathing grow deeper, almost raspy as the remnants of sleep cling to him, and if you stayed still long enough you could almost feel him begin to tremble. His fingers find a home in your hair; twirling the tangled strands and gently gripping small handfuls every so often, and he's forceful but not causing you pain. He's simply trying to contain himself, the emotional whiplash from being terrified one minute, to being pleasured the next, no doubt engulfing him with dizzying fervour, but he wanted this.

You pull the waistband of his sweats down slowly to reveal his already achingly hard cock. he tries to push your head down right away, silently telling you to get to work, but despite still being sleepy, you feel a pang of mischief and the desire to tease creep up on you. You extend your tongue, and lick his shaft from base to tip slowly, already tasting the salty residue at the top, eliciting deep sighs from his throat. His hips raise ever so slightly, asking for your mouth to take over properly, but still you stay yourself. You remove his hands from your hair and push them back towards him, telling him to keep them behind his head, or else. Begrudgingly he obliges, but still blatantly enjoying himself.

"You're too hasty, baby," you whisper, making sure he feels the breath dance across his tip, "you should slow down."

A huff of a laugh escapes his lips before he returns to his laboured breathing, only this time it gives away his arousal and desperation. Whenever he did muster the courage to ask for this, he was always so quick to rise to the occasion, so eager to get down to it right away, but why rush? To get back to sleep quicker? No, if he wanted that, then you could easily have just massaged him or played with his hair, but he had been very clear, and you had listened very well. You turn your attention back to the impressive member in front of you, and take only his tip in your mouth. As you let your tongue explore you feel Reiner begin to squirm again beneath you, but it's not of any concern. At least you know it's going to be an easy job.

After frustrating him for long enough with just his tip in your mouth, you take him by surprise and slip his cock down your throat in one smooth movement, and welcome the loud groan from your lover. He twitches inside your mouth, and for a second you're not sure if he's going to take another breath. Your head bobs slowly and your tongue presses firm against him, and you can't help but get excited yourself over how he looks in front of you. Head lolling against the pillow, back ever so slightly arched, eyes closed in nigh-on ecstasy. He's so pretty like this. After a few minutes of gentle sucking and licking, you can taste that he's getting close already, and you let him slip out of your mouth, snapping him out of his euphoric daydream. He looks down at you with sleepy but excited eyes, wondering why you've stopped. You look back at him with your best alluring glare, one you know gets him every time, and gently kiss his cock all over. He laughs, throwing his head back against the pillow as he twitches uncontrollably beneath your lips.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean? You asked for this."

"C'mon, you know what I asked for," he says, and you can hear that he's smiling, "don't you want to go back to sleep?"

"I can stop, if you want," you reply, pausing your kisses. "Is that what you want?"

He lets out a sigh.

"No."

"Good." You take him fully in your mouth once again in a sudden movement. He groans loudly, the motion causing his stomach to tense slightly to contend with his pleasure, but you don't stop to enjoy the view. You speed up, making sure to coat him in your spit to keep him nice and slick, and let your tongue lick up the steady trickle of cum emerging from him. As he tenses beneath you, you know he's about to find his release, and so you stop cold again. His head whips up, searching for a good reason why you've denied him. Before he has a chance to ask, you resume, building him up again. You repeat again and again, denying him his release, until he's practically writhing beneath you.

"Please," he whispers. You stop again, and tilt your head up to look at him.

"Pardon me?" You can see in the dim moonlight a faint sweat had formed on his brow and chest.

"Please, baby," he repeats. The desperation was thick in his voice; it was exactly what you wanted to hear. Despite initially believing that you weren't in the mood, you feel your underwear dampen as he asks so nicely. Your heart begins to thump against your chest, completely enthralled by the fact that you could make Reiner Braun beg.

"You want me to make you cum, love?" you ask. He doesn't even reply, he just nods intently, his eyes still closed like the good boy he was being. You decide that, while you don't need your own release, he'd done well enough to be rewarded with your pussy.

"Eyes closed, baby," you order, making sure that he doesn't have a minute to register you readjusting yourself. In a smooth movement, you pull your underwear to one side and slide him into you as deep as he could go. He moans and whines as you establish a steady rhythm, grinding hard and slow.

"Say please, love," you demand.

"Please."

"Say it nicely."

"Please."

His voice is ragged and desperate, a million miles away from the deep and composed tone everyone else knows so well. He's usually more of a quiet love-maker, but when he gets going, when you get him so riled, his moans more than make up for it. With the last firm thrusts you feel him pulse inside you, coating you as he cums harder than he has in a while. It takes some time for him to ground himself, at which point you slide him out and lay down beside him. He pulls you in close again to hear his rapid heartbeat, but you're satisfied knowing it's no longer through fear. With any luck, he'd fall into a dreamless sleep, and it would be a long time until he was plagued by another nightmare. Although, you think, perhaps it would be as long until the next time you make him beg like that.

[svgvru]

꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! pegging, hair pulling + "but what if i tell your crew out there how much of a moaning bitch you are f'me?" ꒰ buggy x dom, f!reader ꒱: foul language, slight degrading, anal penetration, slight pet play, incorrect / sexual use of his devil fruit powers, he sucks is own dick, and the "strap" is his own dick. don't question what his dick is attached to the warrant this. idk either... ꒰ 1.5k+ ꒱

𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯! 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤. but he's your pathetic little man. sometimes the things that he mumbles into your thighs tugs at your heart. "maybe i'm hard to love 'cause i love too hard," he mumbled one night while you were delicately wiping off his make-up, his arms wrapped around your waist as you sat on his lap. a hum left your lips. "i wouldn't say that. i just think you...haven't gotten the right type of love to get an idea off of," you dip the dirtied towel in the bucket of water next to you, wringing it out before continuing to wipe his make-up off. "so, i will gladly give you that type of love. and even if everyone else doesn't see how loveable you are, i will." you press a kiss to his nose and his clean cheek. he's your pouty, love-deprived man.

he's also your bratty little bitch. he might might be all pathetic in the bedroom, but he's an asshole outside of it. you'd think someone who values your love over everyone else's would behave, or at least listen to you a bit. but he's anything but obedient. he'll push and press your limits until you have to forceably shut him down. he has to be "the all powerful captain buggy!" until you shove him onto the bed and rude him 'till he can't think. and with each passing day, he gets more irritating.

and today of all days, someone had pissed him off. which in turn, pissed you off, because buggy loves reciprocating his anger on the thing that bared his fury, and all those surrounding that thing. all of which includes his crew, and you. moreso, you, because you are the one he confides in most. and by "confides" it really means "takes out his anger on" the most. whether it be fucking with you, or just fucking you into the mattress. and because your pissed you accidentally take it out on him, which he doesnt like. therefore, his anger shifts from whatever it was on earlier to you. que, buggy the asshole. however, today he chose the wrong day to start fuckin with you. doing things he nose knows you don't like, flirting with his favorite (and only) contortionist, anything to be a jerk to you for no particular reason.

which is exactly how he ended up here. face down on the pillow, drool seeping from in between his lips, throat constricting around his own cock. tears are streaming down his face as your fingers are stretching his hole. every whine, every gulp, every thrust of your fingers brings him closer to his orgasm. the stimulation from both places have his eyes rolling and thighs shaking. he's embarrassed, humiliated that his devil fruit has been used in this way. its weird and he feels slightly disgusted at how good it feels to suck himself off.

buggy hopes and prays his freaks can't hear him. can't hear him sob and cry, moaning and drooling all over his cock. you smile at how ruined his make-up is, staining the sheets blue and red. your free hand tangles its fingers in his blue hair, pulling back harshly, relishing in the whimper he lets slip. a line of saliva connects his reddened bottom lip to his pretty red tip. "feels good suckin' your own cock, hm?" he shakes his head desprately, gulping before speaking with a hoarse voice. "n—no." a hum leaves your throat before you shove his head back down, his cock sliding back in his mouth. 'is this what it feels like?!' buggy thinks to himself, wondering if this is how you feel when he manhandles you, shoving his cock down your throat.

"liar," you state, "forget i'm still finger fucking you? i can feel how turned on you are..." buggy sniffles, crying around his cock. your fingers harshly press against against his prostate, his cock twitching in his mouth. his legs shake, eyes wide as his mouth his filled with his own cum. "swallow. it," you command him, your free hand pressing his head down. salty. my cum is salty, he thinks to himself.

a gasp leaves his red lips when you yank his hair once again. the arch thar formed in his back was once again sinful. its as if his body was made to be fucked. if his cock wasn't drooling in front of you, you'd swear he was was woman from curves, your hands could fit perfectly on his waist. it poetic how ridiculously irritable and confident buggy can be until he pushes someone's limits too far. specifically yours. and its funny how he thought he was done when he heard the word "swallow." he didn't exactly expect for you to grab his red and leaking cock. he didn't expect the fingering to mean something. and he didn't expect to feel the girth of his own cock stretching him ass out. "f—uck!" he'd curse loudly, a crack in his voice.

"shh, don't want your crew to hear you, do you?" the whimper buggy let slip was adorable as he felt you push your hips to his. he wonders what exactly your using to keep his dick in place, but he recognizes he's not exactly in the place to ask. "see how it feels? actually, its pretty good when you get used to it," you comment, slamming your hips to his ass.

buggy jerks forward with your movements, whimpering as you begin to start treating him rougher. tears are streaming down his face. the worn and torn brown sheets are smeared with the white, blue, and red of his make-up. he understands your ridiculous reactions in bed, he understands you crying, because if this is how his cock feels everytime he fucks you—he'd cry too. well—he is crying. "didn't think you'd enjoy your own cock this much, bugs," you mumble, watching his hazy eyes roll the back of his head, your sure he can see his own brain. "'m not enjoyin' it!" perhaps his words would have more impact if he didnt say it so high-pitched. that whimpery buggy was back and present as you fuck him.

"ya sure?" you question as his hips start to instinctively rock into yours. "'m suuuureee," he groan, desperately grinding back against woth his tongue lolled. little please!'s leave his lips. it was as if this wasn't the first time he's taken soemthing up the ass.

"'m—ma dick feels s'good," he whines. "g—gunna get'u back for'dis." the switch-ups buggy tends to make often makes you chuckle. tonight it even seemed like a challenge. "sure, you can get me back, but i suggest you close your mouth..."

buggy wishes he could spit at you, degrade you correctly like he normally would, but the roll of your hips was proving too pleasurable. "shut y'r mouf! gunna ruin you..." he whines, his face still burried into his uncomfortable pillows. you till your head and grin. "ruin me? alright, but what if i tell your crew out there how much of a moaning bitch you are f'me?" you whisper, lips pressed to the shell of his ear. "you can ruin me all you want if you get through the punishment, but the second you walk out there your just a "captain" who let himself get railed by his girl."

buggy tries to form a rebuttal, but your hand pressing into his back, forcing him to arch more, letting your—well his cock reach deeper. "i—i...aAH! fuck! i—ngh, gunna—gotta!" the words can't even leave his lips before he's shaking again, thighs shaking like branches in a storm as he cums. he whines at the sickening warmth he feels once again, from his own cock. he sniffles as you pull out, feel the thick substance drooling from his ass and onto his balls. "surprise surprise, you lasted whore! im actually impressed..." you tap his hip as buggy feels his cock so soft inside of him.

"had enough, buggy? or should i continue in another position?" you smile as you look down at him—a cruel glint in your eyes. you retract your hips from his reddened ass, his cock limp and leaking. a string of cum connecting the head to his hole with the whimper he lets out at the loss. the response was almost immediate, "i'm sorry! i— no more...'m sorry." his whimpering was almost adorable, but it was coming from buggy— of all people. "this isn't very captain-like, buggy. but— i accept your apology," you smile slightly, re-attaching his dick for him as his hips remain suspended in the air by his own volition.

buggy whimpers as he feels your—now free—breasts press against his bare back. "you can have your dick re-attached to you, but we're not done." he feels your smile against the back of his neck, strands of his blue hair sticking to your painted lips.

"roll over." and like a trained dog, he listened, practiced drooling as your undressed state. "no more drooling, unless you truly wish for me to treat you as a dog. but if you truly do, all i need is a woof!"

[foxilayde]

Any interest in a Peter Roiter fic about him attending his parents wedding in 2023— thirteen months before his own birth—where he meets someone (*ahem* YOU) and things get sci-fi sexy?