#running around in circles and biting my own tail

[bloodibambiidoll]

love love love the rafe cameron x weirdgirl!reader au!! imagine reader at the country club overhearing some mean boys making fun of her and how rafe is crazy to date someone like her :(( she stays in her room after hearing this and rafe catches her biting herself and crying (she normally bites him but after hearing this she feels like she can’t) oh my heart-

No bc this is like sooo perfect. This is literally so her. I’ve been having a lot of fun coming up with lore for her so I’m so glad you’re liking her so far!! Warnings: (I’d like to note that weird girl is autistic coded bc I am autistic), Reader gets her feelings hurt, protective Rafe, biting 18+MNDI!! Part of this AU

“Yeah dude, she’s like so hot until she opens her mouth.” Your footsteps come to a sudden halt, your shiny black Mary Jane’s squeaking against the polished wooden floors of the country club. There’s a group of guys about your age standing around the corner in a circle all snickering to each other.

“No, yeah, like she says the fucking weirdest shit in that creepy little monotone voice. I have no idea how Rafe puts up with it.”

“The pussy must be out of this world or some shit because I would never be able to handle that. I saw her last week on the beach collecting animal bones or some shit bro. Bet she went back to check on her kill.” The entire group starts busting up laughing just as you feel hot tears start to stream down your cheeks. You just want to leave but they are blocking the only path to the door so you suck it up and high tail it as fast as you past them.

You were waiting for Rafe to be done with his game of golf but after that? You really didn’t want to bother him with wanting to leave early so you decided to just walk the mile and a half home. If you were lucky maybe you’d run into the neighborhood cat you befriended and he would walk part of the way with you.

When you get home you rush up the stairs and into your room, slamming the door behind you. Your head is swimming with negative thoughts. You were always scared you were too weird for Rafe, too much, too different from him. So when you hear guys he hangs around saying things like that about you? It’s hard to not let it get to your head.

You kick off your shoes and practically tear off the cute outfit you spent over an hour putting together. You grab your pink fuzzy robe, and walk over to your bunny’s cage, smiling down at her with watery eyes.

“I think you’re the only one that really understands me, Lydia.” Your bottom lip wobbles as you pick her up and walk over to your bed. You rock back and forth slightly as you caress her fur, trying to self soothe. You’re realizing in this moment that maybe you really are too much for Rafe because you hardly remember how to calm yourself down without him.

You wish so badly that he was here. You know he would hold you tight and let you sink your teeth into him until your tears stopped flowing. It seems to be one of the only things that truly calms you down so you decide to bring your own hand up to your mouth and bite down on it. It soothes you a little, but it isn’t Rafe. He’s called you a few times but you just let it ring, he’s probably worried, but you’re too embarrassed to pick up.

“Baby? Are you here?” The minute you hear Rafe’s voice you want to run to him, but the words of the boys at the country club playing in your head on repeat in your head cements you in place. “Bats?”

When he opens your bedroom door and takes in the sight of you his heart sinks.

“Baby girl, what’s going on? What happened? Where did you go? You scared the shit outta me.” He rushes over to you, coming to sit next to you on your bed. He rests his large hands on your calves and rubs soothing circles on your skin with the pads of his thumbs. You whimper and shake your head, your mouth still latched onto your hand. “Batty, you’ve gotta talk to me, okay? Tell me what’s going on.”

“I was…” You pull your hand away from your face, resting it on Lydia’s back as you pet her softly, the feeling of her fur grounding you. “I was coming back from the bathroom and I heard Jake and those guys… talking about me.”

“What about you?” Rafe’s voice takes on a protective tone, especially when another fit of sobs erupts through you. He hooks his arms under you so he can pull you and your bunny softly into his lap. “Princess. Tell me what they said.”

“They said - they said that they don’t know how you put up with me because I’m so weird and that you’re probably only with me because the pussy is good.” You sniffle as your tears continue to fall and if Rafe didn’t know you needed him right now he would be on his way back to the club to beat all of their asses until they couldn’t walk.

“Hey, hey, nah, none of that.” He cups your face in his hand, wiping away your tears. “You know I love you, all your weird shit and all. I’m not ‘putting up’ with you, I fuckin’ love your weird little ass.”

“They also… they also said that - that I probably kill animals…” You start sobbing again and Rafe’s entire body tenses. He knows how much you love animals, how important they are to you. He wants to fucking rip their throats out.

“Princess… I’m so sorry they said that. They just don’t know you, aight? You’d never harm a fly. Don’t let that shit get to you. I know it’s hard, but fuck em, they don’t know fuckin’ shit about my baby.” He gives you a reassuring smile as he wipes away some of your remaining tears. His hand swipes past your lips and you turn your head slightly to sink your teeth into it. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “There’s my weird girl.”

[b1mbodoll]

I’m gonna cry plsssss more werewolf jake pls i need him so bad 😫

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: werewolf! jake + predator / prey + knotting + spit / drool + anal + fingering + pussyjob ?? + biting

💌: you guys can blame lulu for the predator + prey / chase bit because she made me insane 🩷

werewolf! jake lives for the chase. he loves to hunt down his little human girlfriend in the woods, letting you get a headstart before running after you and using his canine instincts to track you down. his ears twitch at the sound of twigs snapping, inhaling deeply in the hopes of catching your scent and when he does, his tail wags behind him as he makes his way in your direction.

the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins keep you going, pushing deeper and deeper into the maze of trees, panting heavily as exhaustion creeps up on you, much like, unbeknownst to you, jaeyun was as well.

he makes sure to keep quiet as he sneaks up on you, circling you like the apex predator he is. it’s quiet and you think you still have a fighting chance, until jake finally pounces, forcing you to submit. he uses his inhuman strength to pin you down, face down ass up before shredding your clothes. you do your best to look back at him and the sight almost scares you, he’s grinning wickedly and nearly salivating as he has his way with you.

you lay there, pliant and submissive while jake continues to feel you up, pawing at your tits with one hand as the other slides between your legs, your cunt dripping with arousal and it takes everything in you not to moan when the rough pads of his fingers circle your clit.

“you’re all mine,” jake starts, eyeing your holes. “i caught you. i can do whatever i want to you, right, pup?” although it’s a question, you know that no matter what you say to him he’ll use you however he pleases.

nonetheless you nod your head as best you can, grimacing at the feeling of the dirt beneath you. the werewolf smirks at your confirmation. “attagirl.”

his thick fingers slip inside of your messy cunt and you gasp at the intrusion, walls clamping around him as they fill you up and stretch you out. your juices coat the digits and he pulls them out only to rub the tight rim of your asshole, pushing his middle finger inside and groaning, making sure to lubricate your hole with your own slick.

although he’s impatient, jakey isn’t completely cruel. he knows his cock is big, maybe even too big for you, so he finishes teasing your hole and mounts you, gliding his length between your pussy to collect more of your arousal.

it’s thick and wet between your folds, precum dribbling steadily from his tip and you reach for it, using your hand to completely drench his dick and minimize the discomfort of what’s about to happen.

“that’s a good pup — fuck — keep strokin’ my cock, just like that.” your hand falters at the praise, mind foggy as fatigue takes its toll on your body. “unless you want it to hurt, i don’t mind.” he sneers.

you can’t bring yourself to continue and jake takes that as your answer, pulling back to spit on your hole before lining his tip with your entrance. he places a palm on your asscheek, groping and pulling to watch the way your empty hole begs for him.

“gentle, jakey.”

he rolls his eyes. “yeah right.”

he forces his cock into your asshole, pushing deeper until you squeal and squirm. he’s only halfway in and you’re already crying? pathetic, he thinks. despite your struggling, he continues to fuck into you and you’re afraid he’ll break you from the girth. will you even be able to take his knot?

it seems you’re the only one worried; jake leans forward and presses his chest to your back, grunting and groaning in your ear as he thrusts into you at a rough pace. tears gather in your lashline, whimpering as he continues to stretch your hole more than you thought possible, driving his cock deep inside.

he nearly howls when you clench around him, his furry tail thumping on the ground and he begs you to do it again, his cock twitching when you obey.

jake’s orgasm hits him hard, dropping his head and resting it on your shoulder, his knot inflating and rope after rope of warm, sticky cum splashes within you, clinging to your walls. there’s so much of his seed in your ass with nowhere to go, the swollen bulge keeping the two of you locked together.

your wolfboy’s climax was intense and it leaves him drooling, his mouth falls open and his sharp canines are too close to your soft skin, making you squeeze him once again from the fear of them sinking into you.

the vice grip you have on him makes jake almost.. feral and he grounds himself by biting you, teeth tearing into your nape and he growls when you wince, only closing his eyes to wait out his knot after you relax and allow him to keep his canines within you.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet + ch 48

a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... all chapters

WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE, YANDERE SH!T. Minors DNI. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘 (Thank you Scarlett for uploading the beautiful don John gifs, you're so amazing!! ❤❤❤)

48.  hostile takeover

You find yourself stuck in the middle of a fuck ton of drawn weapons, both crime syndicates distrustful of the other. The paranoia of the group is surely only made worse by the party tray that made its way around the circle, and you sense the room is one wrong twitch away from erupting. 

“What the fuck was that?” demands don Juan, clearly expecting a double cross. The drug kingpin has his arm around your neck, using you as a human shield with a gold plated gun gripped in his other hand. 

“I could ask you the same question?” demands Dante, clearly shaken by the explosion, his eyes saucer-wide. 

“You think I blew up my own boat? When were you going to tell me you pulled the tail of the fucking Baba Yaga?” snarls Juan beside you, fierce as a cornered jaguar. “You took his woman? Are you loco?”

“It wasn't your business,” Dante insists, and the lie so infuriates Juan that he squeezes you in his strong hand, hard enough to bruise. 

“Ow, hey, watch it motherfucker,” you protest through gritted teeth. 

“Shut up, puta,” snaps the jefe. “Or I'll do worse.”

That's when Juan’s head explodes beside you, and the room erupts into chaos, broken glass showering all around.

Everyone's first instinct is to dive for cover. Splashed in blood and you fear, bits of Juan’s brain matter, you snatch up the golden gun and do the same. Unclear on what is transpiring, the two organizations start shooting at each other. Under a hail of bullets, you keep your head down, and fire at anyone who presents you with a target. 

John’s here. 

You believe it to the marrow of your bones. He's out there somewhere in the darkness, maybe even on the boat. If you could just get outside…

Can you make a run for it? Ironically, you think that maybe this was the best fucking timing to try a lil’ Columbian bam bam–if your heart doesn’t explode first. You have plenty of energy, so much that it's hard to sit still and wait, even if deep down you know your survival depends on perfect timing.

Somehow, you have to make it all the way across the lounge, past several heavily armed trigger-happy people, to the door outside–or the broken window–or the staircase that will take you down a level. 

The good thing is: you feel invincible. 

The bad thing is: you feel invincible. 

Fuck.

One of Dante’s thugs sticks out his head and you fire off a round, only clipping him, your aim fucked by shaking hands. He retreats with a string of curses and a trail of blood. Someone tries firing over the couches at you, and it’s your turn to use every blistering bad word you’ve ever known, plastering yourself to the floor, trying to make yourself as small a target as possible. You hear it when their gun clicks empty, and you hope it's your chance. You slip off your ridiculous shoes so you can run, and you make to scramble past. 

Someone tackles you to the floor, knocking your gun from your hand. Your training with Mariko finally kicks in, and you fight to hurt, throwing your head back in a vicious headbutt as hard as you can. You feel his nose crunch against the back of your head. “You little bitch!” 

You realize it's Luca again, and you fight twice as hard, biting his arm that he tries to get around your throat. You grapple on the floor, and a wildness rises in you like nothing you’ve ever known, fueled by drugs and all your pent up rage. Not even when Dante’s commandos raided John’s cabin, did you feel this feral determination to survive at any cost. 

All you can think is that John is out there, and you want to see him again.    

You manage to get on Luca’s back like a spider-monkey, your arm latched around his throat and your legs locked around his middle, squeezing as hard as you can. He’s bigger than you, so much stronger, and in a ditch attempt to dislodge you he stands up. 

One of the cartel soldiers sees a target, and puts three bullets in his torso. Somehow the bullets miss you–at least you think they do–and Luca collapses back to the ground. Your gun is in reach, and you grasp for it. When he tries to prevent you with a hand on your ankle you twist to put a bullet in his head. 

As horrified as you are relieved, you hunker down to catch your breath, your heart racing.

That's when you see him. 

Through the bank of floor to ceiling windows, you watch the man you love mow through mafiosi like blades of grass on the outer deck. He is savage poetry in motion, shooting, kicking, striking–he blocks a punch, uses the momentum to turn to get off a shot, uses the first attacker as a human shield, before moving on to the next. One by one, they all fall down. 

Mesmerized, you watch, unable to look away from the carnage. You witness him commit murder, again and again, and your heart is filled with nothing but unadulterated love for that man. He is your monster, and now these fuckers get to feel his wrath. 

Unfortunately, you’re not the only one watching him through the windows. Someone opens fire with some kind of submachine gun, and John throws himself over the side in a quick bid for cover. 

“John!” 

He doesn’t climb back up, and all you can think is the worst. Was he hit? Did he fall to the deck below? Or even into the ocean? You have to get to the lower deck, and without any more thinking you run for the aft staircase, laying down cover fire as you go. Bullets rain all around, but somehow none find you. 

A cartel man is just making his way up the stairs, and you launch yourself with two feet forward and a battle cry, knocking him down and landing on his ribs with all your weight. You’re both stunned upon landing, but you get your wits first, and you empty the rest of your clip into him. 

You take his gun before running to your next point of cover. 

In your manic state you almost feel like you are stuck in a video game, as you duck around corners and shoot at Dante’s men, hyper-focused on your task. How many fucking bodyguards did he bring on this yacht? 

He definitely broke the twelve passenger rule. 

Pinned down behind a bar, you trade fire with someone ahead. You’ve lost count of how many bullets they fired. Your mind feels like a tilt-a-whirl, hopped up on cocaine and adrenaline. They let off another salvo of shots, and you scream as loud as you can, going very still in hope of baiting them into leaving their cover. You wait…and you wait, your heartbeat like a snare drumroll in your ears.  

Finally, you hear footsteps crunching broken glass, and you prepare to fight again. 

You hear a squelching sound, and the thump of a body hitting the ground. 

Confused, you watch the puddle of blood seep across the floor, fixated on the spreading pool of crimson. Then, you see a foot cased in shining black patent leather. Your gaze travels up a long suit-clad leg, and by the time your eyes reach his face they are filled with tears. 

“John!” 

He seizes you, dragging you into his lap behind the cover of the bar, his arms like bands of steel around you and his ravenous mouth on yours. He kisses you like you are the oxygen he needs to live, licking into your mouth, eating you, consuming you. Gladly you take the fury of his passion, even as your lips become sore and your teeth clash and he grips you so hard it hurts. 

This is the truth of your love with John Wick. It is pain, and pleasure, not always in equal parts, but you know more than ever that you would pay any price to have him, and maybe you wouldn’t even change a thing. 

Every fire you have walked through to get to this moment has tempered your love into something hard, sharp, and unbreakable. This man is your alpha and your omega. 

He is the reason you breathe.  

“Are you alright? I saw that fucker hit you,” he demands when at last he surfaces for air, holding your face in his blood-stained hands. His thumb traces the spatter on your cheek, all that’s left of don Juan’s head. 

Crying and laughing, you nod rapidly, your words spouting like automatic fire. “I’m fine. Everything is fine now. I knew you’d find me. Jesus Christ I missed you!” 

Through the shadow of his chagrin he seems amused by the delivery of this tirade. “Not as much as I missed you.” Then his eyes narrow, looking at you in a way that has never failed to make your tummy flutter. “Young lady, you are in so much trouble.” 

Once, this might have scared the piss out of you. 

Now? You’re not sure if it’s the drugs or the pure elation of being reunited with him, but all you can do is laugh. “Am I?” 

“Yes. I should bend you over my knee right here.” His big hand caresses your bare thigh, up to trace the high high hemline of your sparkly blood-spattered dress. He glares down at it with a fixation that could start a wildfire. “What the hell are you wearing?” 

“I think it’s a bedazzled napkin.” 

“Hmm,” he growls, unable to stop himself from groping your ass under the dress. “Somehow I hate it and like it too much.” 

You whine, clutching his lapels desperately as the tips of his fingers drift towards your center, his lips on your neck. On a scale from one to ten, how bad an idea would it be to fuck during a firefight? You’re having a hard time talking yourself out of it as his middle finger tests your aching hole, finding you wet and wanting. 

“Fuck, baby.” He forces himself to draw back to look at you, his eyes blown midnight dark with desire. From this close he studies you again, sweeping over your features, your eyes, to your mouth, to your eyes again. You're not the only one having trouble remembering where you are. “Your pupils are huge. What are you on?” 

“They made me do a line of cocaine to test the product and I’ve never tried it before,” you say quickly, unable to stop yourself. Your heart is a neutron star, spinning, spinning, burning bright. Now that John’s here, you’re not half as scared as you should be. 

John lifts his eyebrows, smiling wryly at you, the source of your high-energy revealed. 

“It probably won’t last much longer. You’re going to be fine, honey. Where’s your necklace?”

“They took it. But I swallowed the tracker. How long has it been? I’ve barely eaten anything in days, I was afraid to.” 

“My clever girl. It’s been over a week.” He continues to inspect you as you talk. When his search reaches your hand he frowns, regarding the damage with an excruciating regret shining in his dark eyes. “Kitten, I am so sorry.” 

However, you just shrug tearfully, buzzing inside like a happy hive of bees. You didn’t know it was possible to feel so happy, as you do reunited with John. You don’t think it’s just the cocaine that’s making you feel like you’re made of pure dopamine.

 “I’m ok. I’ve got nine more.” This wins you a huff of laughter that is a balm for your soul.

“I brought you something.” He reaches into his breast pocket again, producing something small and shining. 

Your ring. 

“Oh John…” More tears spring up in your eyes, clouding your vision as you offer him your right hand, knowing it won't fit any other fingers in your left. He slides it on, and maybe it's silly, but it does feel like a crucial piece of yourself has been restored again. “Thank you.”

Again, he holds your face in his hands. You know you must look like a wild creature, wide-eyed, wind-blown, spattered in the blood of your enemies. And yet he still looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. 

“God, I love you.”

You feel like the richest woman in the world. 

“I love you too. Can we go home now?” 

The corner of his mouth pulls in that rueful smile, and he nods. “Yeah.” 

Naturally, that’s when a fresh wave of combatants arrive, someone shooting your way from the corridor whence you came. “Go,” says John, draping you with his kevlar-lined suit jacket, pointing towards the front of the boat. “I’ll be right there. If you see a Chinese man in a suit killing gangsters, don’t shoot him, he’s with me.” 

“What?” 

“Caine. He’s on our side. Go. You’ve done so good, baby. It’s almost over. Go.”  

You don’t really have time to think about what he’s told you. He shoves you in the right direction, and you run, ducking low, trusting John to cover you. When the enemy starts shooting at you he picks them off ruthlessly with deadly precision. You don’t see the aftermath, because you make it down a hallway and then out to the deck again. 

The chaos feels more distant there. You hear people shouting in Spanish and Italian, fighting over the other smaller boats that arrived with Juan’s flotilla. You hope John has his own secreted away somewhere on the dark ocean. You creep along, not really knowing where you should go, waiting for John to catch up to you. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

You hear fighting around the curve of the deck ahead. Gripping your gun, you move forward to get a look, ready at this point to mow down any mobsters or narcos who might get in your way. 

But someone’s beating you to the punch. A Chinese man in a suit, as John so aptly described him, is making mincemeat of five men [attempting] to stand against him. His deadly movements are poetry in motion. He has a gun, but he barely uses it, opting for the lethal grace of a sword cane instead. As you watch him you realize he is pulling this off blind, and your amazement skyrockets. 

You cannot look away from the carnage, and this proves to be a very big mistake for you. 

You feel something hard poke you in the back. “You stupid puttana.” 

You recognize Dante’s voice as one of Caine’s opponents falls at his feet. 

As you try to turn he shoves the barrel of the gun into your ribs again. “Don’t fucking move.”

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all chapters *loco - crazy *puttana - bitch, whore

[xenomama]

CW NSFW Ahead

Full Moon

M!WereWolf x Fem!Reader

Monsterfucker, Werewolf, pet-play, size difference, bondage, mating press, knotting, overstimulation, established relationship, master/pet, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

I was cleaning around the den when I heard it, the soft jingling sound of my masters keys. I bolted upright, setting the broom in its place in the corner and running to the foyer to sit in my place in front of the door. I smiled happily at my master as he entered the den, giving me a soft pat on the head as he dropped his keys into the little tray on the table in the foyer. He headed into the living room, leaving me to follow after him like the obedient little pet that I was. His tail wagged and his canines showed as the corners of his snout turned upwards in a smile, his bright blueish-grey eyes watching my every move.  

“Good girl.” 

If I had a tail like him, it would be wagging right about now. Not only the sound of his voice but the praise he would give me made me so happy, and turned me on so much, my constantly naked body quivering in anticipation of the night's events, and my master could clearly see it, giving me a wicked smile as he turned to walk into the kitchen.  

My master, Culo, made dinner for us that night, roast lamb, which he had caught himself, with potatoes and asparagus. We happily ate it together, and then a few hours later, the two of us were curled up on his bed watching a movie. My heart was pounding now, excited to see what we would do tonight. My master must have felt it, because he turned off the tv on turned around to face me.  

“You ready, pretty girl?”  

His sultry voice turned me on even more, making me bite my lip as I nodded vigorously, excited for what would happen next. My master laid me down on my back, pulling off his belt and wrapping it around my wrists, tying them to the iron bedframe before pulling off the rest of his clothes.  

“Good girl, now spread your legs for master.” 

I closed my eyes and eagerly spread my legs, revealing the sopping mess of my pussy. I gasped as I felt my masters tongue lick up my slit before dipping into my tight hole. He thrust his tongue in and out of my pussy, the soft muscle stretching my hole and preparing me for what was to come.  

I moaned out as my master used his claws to circle my clit, stimulating me even more and bringing me closer to me release. I bucked my hips into his mouth, chasing my release as my master tongue-fucked my pussy. I moaned loud as I came on his tongue, my hole clenching and fluttering as he pulled his tongue out. I whined at the loss, but I knew that something much better was coming.  

“Such a good girl, cumming for me. Are you ready for the next part?”  

I nodded again, spreading my legs wide so my master could see how desperate I was. I could already see his own desperation, his cock peeking out of its sheath, his knot already starting to swell. I whined as he pressed his tip against my entrance, pumping his cock to its full length as he rubbed it against me. I moaned and bucked my hips again, desperate for my master to put his massive cock inside me.  

He pressed the tip against my entrance, teasing me for moment before slowly pushing in. I squirmed against my restraints, wishing so badly that I could reach up and pull him into a kiss, but I had to be a good girl, or else he would punish me, so I stopped struggling and stayed nice and still while he bottomed out inside me.  

Oh, how I loved the way he felt. The stretch of his huge cock as he sunk into my tight hole, the throbbing of his knot that remained just outside my pussy, the pulsing of the thick veins that encircled his cock, I loved it all.  

“Hnnngg, how do you always stay so tight?”  

My masters deep voice rumbled in my ear, bringing me back to reality for a split second before he started pounding into me, the head of his cock hitting my sweet spot inside every time he thrusted inside. I screamed in pleasure as he destroyed my pussy, his claws once again circling my clit.  

I moaned loudly as I came on his cock, my pussy clenching tightly as my master continued to ruin my hole, his pace never letting up as he fucked me through my orgasm. He pulled back as he continued to pound me, my mind too hazy from overstimulation to notice that he’d pulled my legs up over his shoulders and was now pushing me into a mating press, and it was only when I felt the strain of my legs being pushed down onto my stomach that I realized.  

My master grunted above me as his cock twitched inside me, a sign that he was getting close to his own orgasm. He leaned down even further and slipped his tongue in my mouth, pulling me into a wet sloppy kiss as his thrusts began to falter, his pace quickening as he chased his release.  

He pulled away me and howled as he came, pushing his knot inside me as he pumped his thick hot semen inside my hole, filling me to the brim without letting a single drop slip out, his thick knot keeping everything inside.  

We stayed like that for a while, panting as we came down from our highs. After a moment my master reached up and undid the belt around my wrists, letting them fall free with relief as he took my legs and pulled them off his shoulders, letting them settle around his waist as he picked me up and flipped me over, pulling me on top of him, the pull of knot inside me as he shuffled us around making me groan uncomfortably.  

“You did so well my love.” 

He whispered to me as he stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head and patting my back, a gentle reward for being a good girl for him. I felt myself starting to drift off as my master whispered sweet nothings into my ear, pulling the blanket over the two of us. I smiled as I felt the soft fabric cover my body, the warmth of his fur and the blanket on top of me pulling me further into sleep.  

The feeling of my master's tail thumping against the bed was the last thing I felt before drifting into a deep dreamless sleep.  

[isabeauwolf]

Trafalgar Law x Pregnant reader

💛 Chapter 1 💛 Chapter 3

Chapter 2 - Somebody call a doctor?

"Could you be my doctor?" Jess snickers over the phone. She called you as soon as she got home. "Really Y/n?" She cackled even harder. "Girl, you want Dr Grumpy to be more than your personal doctor." Pausing for dramatic effect and adding, "You want his daily dose of vitamin D sooo bad."

You knew she had that smug assed grin on her face as you rubbed your forehead. You knew she was right which made you even more flustered and embarrassed. "I know, I know, Jess." You groaned, "I wasn't thinking and it slipped out."

"You are way too cute for your own good." She commented. "You do know that right?"

"So I've been told." You muttered, laying down on your bed and hugging your snow leopard Build-a-Bear. It was an impulse buy you bought yourself for Christmas. It reminded you of Law every time you saw it and held it, wishing it was him.

"Do you need me to go with you to get your first ultrasound?" Jess asked, pulling out her pajamas from her closet

"Nah, be fine." You replied. "Plus Law will be with me."

"Let me know," Jess pressed. "Max considers you family." Max was Jess' big brother and owner of the coffee shop. The pair of siblings thought of you as their own baby sister, even if Jess was a year younger than you.

"Yeah, I know." You smile, "Thanks." You roll onto your side, facing the door.

You hear the tiny pitter patter of tiny feet running through the house and jingle coming towards you as Onigiri comes rushing into your room like a tiny rocket.

You laugh. "Somebody's missed me." You pat the spot beside your bed. "Hey baby, c'mere."

Onigiri. The tiny puppy with pure white fur and a huge black shaped triangle on his head, reminding you of rice balls.

And somehow of Law.

He runs around in a circle and jumps into your bed, barking and nuzzles into your side. Panting as his tail wags.

"I missed you too, my little cutie." You coo gently, petting him as he crawls underneath your blanket and cuddles against your belly.

Well, guess that explains why Onigiri seems glued to your side lately. Animals have a sixth sense of these things or so you've heard.

"Awe, lemme see, lemme see." Jess gushes into your ear, using her baby voice.

"Hold on, hold on." You turn on the camera to face yourself and angle your phone down so Jess can see the picture perfect sight. "There. Can you see him?"

Jess squealed, taking screenshots. "Looks like Dr Love's got some real competition for your love Y/n." She teases, grinning wide. "Onigiri and your mini me. Talk about a handful." Tilting her head, "Hope Doc isn't the jealous type."

"Why do you like to tease the poor man so much?" You ask, laying back down and petting Onigiri. "Are you sure you don't have a bully crush on Law?" You knew she didn't but you had to tease her back, biting your lip to stay composed.

It didn't work, you snorted as Jess grew defensive. Gawking at you and grimacing as if you just drop kicked her grandmother.

"What?! Hell no. Mister tall dark and emo drug lord ain't my type." Jess makes fake gagging noises, which causes you to giggle louder. "Besides, I like'em big and dumb."

"Bepo isn't Law's second in command for nothing you know." You pointed out, laying your head underneath the crook of your arm.

"Oh, you know what I mean " Jess waves you off. "He's so sweet, adorable and knows material arts, loyal, really, really tall." She sighs dreamily, falling into her bed. "Blonde hair, blue eyes... so shy."

"God help that poor, poor man." You give her a dramatic sigh and make the sign of the cross over your heart, "Corrupting poor Bepo's innocence and cuteness with your overly horny witch craft and voodoo magic. Jess for shame."

"Oh hell yes, I would!" Jess fires back. "Don't you judge me after pinning for drop dead gorgeous Dr Heart Stealer Y/n." She points her finger at you, setting her phone into her bed and pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her in her cute purple lacy bra. "I would bet two hundred beri's.. no five hundred that you've had as many sinful, dirty thoughts and wet dreams for Law as I've had for my bear man."

You grew heated. "Fair enough." You couldn't deny it.

"I'll take your silence as a yes." Jess countered in a single song voice, slipping into an adult panda man onesie and fell back into her pile of panda and polar bear stuffed animals. "I'm home my babies." She scoops an armful and cuddles them, smiling wide.

You were honestly thinking you both had a taste in odd men.

Then again, being stuck in the winter island all your lives does make the world feel smaller.

"Alright, I'm going to bed." You yawn, rubbing your eyes and turn your lamp off on your nightstand.

"Night night, love ya." Jess blows you a kiss. "Give me the details tomorrow sexy mama."

You laugh, smiling. "Night, Jess."

You both hung up.

You peaked underneath you blanket to find Onigiri fast asleep, "Night, Onigiri." You whisper softly and layed back down, hugging your snow leopard closer to your chest as you unlocked your phone, thumb hovering over Law's name.

You knew you'd see him tomorrow, and yet, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Seriously, why did you ask your crush to become your doctor? Were you that desperate? At least, he didn't flat out call you an idiot to your face when you gave him a heart attack this evening.

Law's question rang through your mind.

Are you going to put the baby up for adoption?

Sure, it would be the responsible and logical thing to do. You didn't make enough to have a baby right now. You were barely scrapping by as it is. You did have some saving saved up for a rainy day. You had heard of couples try to conceive for years and were unable to, waiting for a miracle that never came. It would feel nice to help someone like that, but the real question was: Could you?

You were honestly surprised Law would agree to seeing you so easily. Surely, he was busy and had enough on his plate as it is.

You felt your lips curl upward.

Maybe the stoic, ice cold and straight laced doctor had a kind heart?

Taking a deep breath you decided to message Law first, nicknaming him "Snow Leopard" in your phone.

You: Good evening Law, thank you for talking with me tonight. I appreciate it. I'm going to bed now. I'll see you in the morning. Good night. :)

Three dots appeared when he messaged you back.

Snow Leopard: It was no problem at all, Y/n-ya. I was the one who offered in the first place. I am glad that you felt you could confide in me.

Good night and sleep well.

Your smile brightened as you set your phone down on the nightstand. "Good night, Law." You closed your eyes as your heart fluttered in your chest and went to sleep.

On the other side, Law sat down in his reading chair after taking off his reading glasses and the book he was reading, sitting in his lap. His phone in hand as he sighed and rubbed his forehead with the back of his palm.

He frowned look down at the message you sent. The pregnancy test you showed him was positive, but you still needed to be seen for a medical checking up and ultrasound. If you wanted him to be your primarily care doctor, he'd do it. He'd support you, offer medical advice, anything within his power and knowledge to help you.

Law set his glasses on the coffee table, put a bookmark in the book as he was reviewing and revising any material he had on pregnancy, labor and child birth on his selves.

He'd seem you around kids. You were always so kind, offering other pregnant woman a helping hand to the door or to watch their little ones while their mothers had to use the restroom or take a call.

He knew you would make a great mother someday.

He didn't expect for it to happen so soon and with someone else, even a one night stand. The tiny, microscopic percentage that you would get pregnant while using both forms of birth control wasn't unheard of, but the odds were their.

He wasn't aware that you were looking for a casual partner or hookup. He might have offered, if he'd known. Then again, he didn't ask and you hadn't brought it up.

Out of all the men on who came passing through this winter island, it had to be Ace. Luffy's big brother.

Law had Ace's number, knew it wasn't his place to inform the man that you were pregnant, it would be immoral and against doctor and patient confidentiality.

A tiny part of him hoped you didn't have any lingering feeling for the man.

The more he thought about it, the more his feelings he'd bottled up were festering. Jealousy, heartache and longing, to name a few.

Law never wanted you to think he was using his medical practice to coax you into anything you didn't want to do. Or for selfish reasons.

Setting the medical book down on top of the books he had littered and spread outs onto the coffee table. He glanced at it and decided to leave them and would pick everything up in the morning. He stretched and stood to his feet, turned the light off and figured he needed to shower and go to bed.

Law layed in bed, in the dark and stared at the ceiling. His hands tightened around the blanket, then relaxed. It felt dumb to be nervous about tomorrow, he's seen hundreds of patients, so why should tomorrow be any different? Scratch that. He knew why. It was you coming into his office, his new patient.

He scowled at the darkness, rolling onto his side, layed his arm underneath his pillow and slowly took in a deep breath and huffed it through his nose. Reaching for his phone, turning his head as to not blind himself when the screen lit up, glancing down at his lock screen of him and his adoptive father, Rosinante when Law graduated from medical school. Law felt himself smile as he unlocked it with the swipe of his thumb, oops, he forgot to close the text message with you.

He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassed as he backed out and returned to the home screen showing a picture of him, Bepo, Shachi, Penguin and Ikkaku during his uncle Doflamingo's annual Christmas party that Rosinante had taken last year.

Now, that he thought about it. It wasn't long after that he'd met you that night.

He had to rush back to the hospital for an emergency surgery on a patient, after working hours until the patient was stable Law had decided to grab a cup of coffee on the way home. He'd been exhausted, irritable after no sleep, he wasn't looking his best, if he was being honest.

Law had decided to walk down to the local coffee shop since the line in front of the hospital Moonbucks was jam packed and he didn't want to wait. So he went down the street, it was busy but quiet which surprised him. He noticed Bepo, Shachi and Penguin were waiting in line as well, then he remembered they'd mentioned the coffee shop had better service and a more cozy atmosphere. Something about the waitresses were cute and the owner was friendly.

Law didn't really care as long as the coffee wasn't too overpriced or tasted decent, or worse, tasted like watered down bean water. He didn't realize he'd been scowling until a feminine voice called his attention, making him return to reality.

"Long night, I take it?" You smile at him, tablet in hand, waiting patiently. Your hair was in a braid with tiny golden Christmas bells woven into it and you wore a black, blue and white sweater with polar bears wearing scarfs on them. "What can I get you?" You repeat gently.

Law's eyes widened, feeling his heart skip a beat and thud hard into his chest. Inwardly shaking himself and cleared his throat. "Medium dark roast, double shot espresso and cream, please." He felt his skin warm as he pulled out his wallet.

You type out his order, repeat it as he inserts his card. "Will that be all for today, doctor?"

Law's silver gaze met your own. "How did you know?"

Your smile widened, eyes lowering as you giggled. "You're still in uniform doctor."

What? No, he wasn't... Oh. Law glanced down at himself, he was so tired, he forgot to take off his surgical scrubs. Well, that's embarrassing. Thank God, he wasn't covered in blood. The surgeon felt his face grow redder as he covered his eyes with his spotted hat. "Oh, you're right." He muttered to himself, meeting your beautiful gems after typing in his pin and you handed him his receipt. "Thank you miss."

"Y/n." You correct, offering your hand. "Doctor?"

Law readjusted his hat, took your smaller hand in his own and shook it. "Trafalgar Law."

"That's a unique name Trafalgar." You tasted his name on your tongue, made him shudder. "I've never seen you around before. Are you new around here?"

"Law." He correct softly. "Trafalgar is my Last name." He didn't know why he felt the need to correct you, a stranger. He usually didn't care if anyone called him by his first or last name before.

You blushed as you lowered your hand. "Oh, I'm sorry." You cover your burning cheek, giving him a cute sheepish and apologetic smile. "I beg your pardon Law."

It felt right, hearing you call his name. He liked it.

"None taken, Y/n-ya." Law left his lips curl into a slight smirk causing your blush to deepen.

"Y/n-ya?" Your brows furrowed as you stared at him in curiosity. "Is that a strange habit of yours Law?" You lower your hand from your face and half turn, writing his name in a clear medium sized plastic cup. "Or is it how you usually greet people Law-ya?" You tease, eyes sparkling with a teasing lit.

Oh, you were spunky too?

Law's gaze flickered to your hand writing it was neat and cursive, pretty even. His smirk grew into something smug and playful, "Something like that." He commented returning his card into his wallet and back into the pocket of his coat.

"Thank you, Law. Your order will be right up." You fully turn, walking to the coffee machine to make his order.

His gaze lowered to your backside in those tight, stretchy black leggings and black boots. He felt himself swallowing, mesmerized by the sway of your hips before he shook himself, raising a hand to scrub his jaw as he glanced away.

Well, he was awake, flustered and horny now. Great, just what he needed.

Law shuffles awkwardly towards the pick up counter, waiting and pulling out his phone to distract himself when he feels someone sling an arm over his shoulder.

"Rough morning, Captain?" Shachi asked smiling.

"Rough night." Law grunts. "Some dumbass decided to fist fight Akainu and play with fire last night while drunk."

"Wow, seriously? On Christmas?" Bepo asks, appearing on the other side of Law.

"Who's that crazy enough to face that tight assed marine?" Penguins asks.

Law sighed, shaking Shachi off and pinched the bridge of his nose with his middle and index finger. "Monkey D Luffy, Garps grandson."

Bepo, Shachi and Penguin all parroted in shock, eyes wide. "Monkey D Garp has a grandson?!"

"Yes, apparently he's got three troublesome grandsons and Luffy, or StrawHat is one of them." Law admitted. "I talked with him and StrawHats mother last night in the waiting room. A reckless, stubborn kid was pissed off about Akainu insulting his older brothers."

"Law?" You called.

Law opened his eyes, lowered his hand and met your smiling face.

"Your order is ready." You lower his coffee onto the counter and scoot it towards him. "Careful, it's hot." You warned gently.

"Well, hello again gorgeous." Penguin purred.

"Captain, I didn't know you were hitting on this cutie." Shachi asked, wiggling his brows, covering his mouth to whisper into Law's pierced ear. "Go, cap. Did you get her number?"

"No, I'm not." Law bit out, gritting his teeth. "And get off." He shrugged him off, stepping forward to pick up his drink. His face softened as he sighed, already feeling mentally drained. "Thank you, Y/n-ya."

"Your welcome, Law." You replied, smile widening as you waved goodbye. "Have a good day and hope to see you again soon."

Law'a lips curled as he plugged his phone onto the charger and layed it down beside him. It figures that it quickly became a habit for him to have coffee at Max's shop from then onward. He had to see you again, even if, he wouldn't admit it at the time. Whenever Law was stressed or down, he thought of you and your smiling face.

Closing his eyes as he whispered gently, "Night, Y/n."

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You arrived way too early. At seven in the morning. Folder in hand with all of your important paperwork and your purse as you walked into the hospital and towards the receptionist who greeted you with a practiced perfect smile.

"How many I help you?"

"Did Doctor Trafalgar Law schedule me an appointment for an ultrasound and blood work?" You asked, feelings your cheeks heat up. It would be super embarrassing, if he had forgotten.

She raised a brow. "I'll check." Her eyes returning to her computer, hands hovering over the keyboard. "Name?"

You give her your first and last name.

"Yes, Doctor Law has you scheduled in." She picked up a clip board and handed it to you. "Fill these out please and he'll call you shortly." Her gaze scanning you up and down.

Why do you feel as if she's low key judging you?

"Thank you." You smiled back, picked a seat and sat down. Opening your folder and wallet, writing down your information. You were on the last page when some walked through the door and called your name.

"Y/n L/n?"

You raised you head, smiling widening as you gathered your things and stood.

It was Bepo. The giant man was dress in bright orange scrubs.

"Bepo!" You walked towards him. You ignored the receptionist stare on your back. "It's great to see you."

Bepo leaned down and hugged you, gently. "Garchu, Y/n!" The giant blonde man nuzzled the top of your head in affection. "Law told me you would be here this morning, but he didn't say what for." He pulled away, frowning in worry. "Are you alright?"

You forgot that Bepo was a huger. "Garchu Bepo." You laughed, hugging him back. "I'm fine. Just need to run a few tests." Well, you weren't wrong.

"Don't be nervous." Bepo holds the door open for you and let you in first before leading the way with his own clip board in hand. "First we will do a standard physical and then Law will be with you shortly." Glancing down at the clipboard in your hand he smiled, "I'll take that for you when you are finished."

True to his word, Bepo took your height and weight, standard physical. Gave you a plastic cup with your name on it and asked you to use the bathroom across the hallway to pee in a cup.

It always felt awkward peeing in one of those tiny plastic cups. You were lightly haunted the one time you had to use one during a standard drug test and your were on your period. That was embarrassing as you had handed it to the guy with a huge blush on your face.

Shaking your head you took the cup, did your business, washed your hands and very carefully watched back to the nurses station to hand her the full cup.

She thanked you and took the sample with a gloved hand and put it in a ziplock bag.

You made a beeline towards the room you were in to finished your paperwork. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it!

You placed the clipboard onto the desk when you heard someone knock.

"Y/n-ya?" Law's voiced called behind the door. "May I come in?"

"Yes, Law you may." You giggle. You really couldn't help it. You walked back towards your seat.

Law opened the door and walked in, a brow raised. "Someone slept well, if you are this spunky in the morning."

You try to ignore how incredible-y hot Law looks in his glasses, lab coat and the stethoscope around his neck. Not to mention, the black button down he's wearing with a few of the buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves roll half up his arms. Jesus, did he not care about the hospital dress code?

You swallow, stealing a glance at his tattoos, not to mention the hint of muscle peaking though. Oh, how you wanted to trace the hidden pattern of ink with your fingers or tongue. Inwardly telling yourself to shut up you answered, "Something like that."

Closing the door behind him, Law went towards the sink to wash his hands, dry them and slip on a pair of latex gloves. "Other than yesterdays vomiting. Are you showing any other symptoms of pregnancy? Anything you can think of or might have missed?"

You hum, counting off your fingers. "My period being two weeks late, having to go to the bathroom more often, I have this weird craving for bbq and having cramps, but no period.... that's about it."

"Everything seems normal." He concluded, picking up your paperwork and skimming through it. "Do you remember what set off your nausea?"

"Yeah, pickles from Max's sandwich which sucks." You pout. "I love pickles."

Law glanced up and opened his mouth to say something when there was another knock on the door.

"Come in." Law answered without peaking over his shoulder.

"I'm coming to collect Y/n's paperwork and to give her this gown to change into." Bepo replied sheepishly, "Sorry." The poor man got easily discouraged and depressed.

"It's fine, Bepo." Law waved him off, handing him the clipboard, taking the blue dressing gown from Bepo and handing it off to you before he stood. "I'll let you change while I wait outside."

"Thank you again, Law." You smile causing the doctor to pause.

"Your welcome, Y/n-ya." Law gave a hint of smile then closed the door behind him.

You released the breath that you didn't know you were holding. Just think of this as a regular doctors visit, Y/n. Don't make it weird. Law's not here to be ogled and drooled after. You mentally scolded yourself, feeling yourself growing flustered. He's doing his job. Get those fantasies out of your head!

Ugh, why did Jess slip that stupid doctor romance novel into your email this morning?! You know she did it on purpose.

Didn't help that it had you hooked when you found out of the male lead was a grumpy doctor. Who had you immediately think of Dr Heart Stealer himself.

Folding your clothes into the chair beside you on top of your folder and purse. You felt yourself shiver from the cold air in the room when you were completely naked, except for your fuzzy socks. You knew it would look stupid, but you knew the floor would be cold if you took them off. So you slipped on the hospital gown. Uh oh. How were you going to tie the back, if you can't see what your doing?

Okay, think about it as a bigger apron. That's all it is, yup... nope. Dammit.

You jumped as your heard another knock on the door. "Yes?" You sat down in your seat, on the white crinkly thin assed sheet of paper they always put on these seats. You knew it was for sanitary reasons, but you always hoped you never tore it.

"Y/n-ya? Are you decent?" Law asked.

"I.. uh.. I might need some help." You admitted, mentally groaning. "Can you help me, please?"

Law opened the door. "What's the matter?"

You pout and half turn while completely covering your ass, yet you felt the cold air hit your back. "I can't seem to tie it."

"Is that all?" He chuckled, step forward and slipping on new medical gloves. "I can always ask a female nurse to-"

You cut him off. "It's really no bother, Law."

"Alright." Law nods, slowly approaching as you fully turned and moved your hair out of the way. The man towers over you, reaches out, his inked hand hesitates before he helps you tying the hospital gown closed. His skilled fingers move with practiced easy. Gaze flickering down to your skin, noticing the map of goosebumps, It's from the cold in the room, he tells himself, even if, he secretly wished it was from him having such an affect on you.

With your back completely bare before him and being unable to see his transfixed and greedy stare as his cheeks warm and his heartbeats and thunders hard in his ears. He'd love nothing more than to trail feathery light kisses or his inked digits along the nape of your neck, press you closer into his chest and cause a new litter of goosebumps to pebble and rise.

God, Law doesn't know what he wants to do more. Hold you, tease you, kiss you or all three? Was this a bad idea or mistake having you as his new patient? A cute distraction that he didn't need. A temptation to test his patience as he forced himself to not act on impulse or his intrusive thoughts? Swallowing thickly, he lowered his hands. "There." He backed away to give you space as to not intimidate you. Law hoped you didn't think he was being a creep with how long it look him to tie the damned gown closed.

You fully turn and smile at him. "Thanks, Law."

"Your welcome, Y/n-ya." He meets your beautiful eyes. Once again, he found himself checking impulse after impulse with you, ignoring the yearning he felt or simply reach out to cup your face to run his inked thumb along the apple of your cheek.

Your gaze lowered dreamily to his lips. Would he taste like mint and coffee? Cinnamon, or spearmint?

There was another knock on the door, causing reality to come crashing back down, washing away the sexual tension and raw, burning haze from you both.

Yes, he's The Doctor and you as his new Patient.

Law's jaw clenches. "What is it?" He calls without glancing away from you before half turning to fully glare at whoever the hell was behind that goddamn door.

The door opens, Penguin peaks his head through and smiling sheepishly. "Sorry to disturb you but uh.... the newbies in training and interns are growing bored." His gaze flickers to you, his face and eyes brighten, apologetic smile turning smug. Oh, that's why Captains been fidgeting and antsy since he clocked in at 5am, secretly passing his office.

Law's heated glare turned seething, clicking his tongue. "Can't they follow simple orders or expect me to hold their hands?" Slipping his gloves off and throwing them in the trash as he storms towards the door, pauses and glances back at you from over his shoulder. "Excuse me, Y/N-ya." His face and angered expression softened a smidge, noticeable, but there.

"Don't worry." You wave your hand in a shooing gesture. "I'll be right here. "Don't be too harsh on 'em Doctor Law." You giggle.

Law nods again, giving his back to you. His eyes darken and his long legs making quick strides in Penguin's direction who immediately backs away to give his friend and boss more room. His inked hand tightens around the handle, the metal groans as he swung the door open, his frame taking up the full space as he goes off. "What the hell are you lot stranding around for? This is a hospital. A place of medicine and healing, not an amusement park or get away."

You hear apologies flying, feet shuffling at Law's command as if he's God himself.

"Sorry Doctor!"

"Right away, Sir!"

"But I already finished my task."

"It's my break, Doc." Someone complained. "Been working since last night."

Law's jaw continues to clench and grind. "I don't want to hear excuses," he growls, causing all of them to take in their boss' demeanor. Sure, Law's a crabby, stick in the mud and can bark out harsh and cold comments, but... The Surgeon of Death looks more angry and close to snapping.

It's like he's a man possessed by the devil himself.

Bepo looks worried.

Penguin huddled closer to Shachi, whispering in his ear that you are here. The pairs shoulders shake, trying to keep in their snickers. "Caps, gone full territorial mode."

Of course, Law heard that. "What was that?" A tick mark formed on the corner of his forehead. "Are you volunteering for Clinic Duty this morning, Shachi?" He tilts his head, voice dripping in venom. "How kind of you. Now hop to it."

Penguin and Shachi flinch. Their eyes widening, meeting cold, liquid silvers.

"But Cap, it's Pen's turn.." Shachi correctly.

Law's eyes narrows. "Did I stutter?"

Shachi shuts up and followed orders.

Being left along, you were left with your thoughts and observing. You were reminded of seeing him in his blue scrubs the first night you two met.

Law seemed like the kind of angry and grumpy doctor who rarely smiled or glares and barks orders, a gorgeous asshole with a coffee addiction, clearly overworked and an insomniac.

It makes sense, that he's grouchy.

You will admit that you felt a spark rush through you when your eyes connected with his stormy, smoldering silver eyes. They're beautiful and overpowering.

You think that's the first time you've been Law's stoic mask crack into a murderous glower. Dare you say his angry expression was cute? Watching from a distance, he looked like a tiger stalking his pray, it should make you feel unnerved and scared.

You can't pull your gaze away from the scene.

Then again, this is the first time you've seen Law in his element, his work place and stomping ground. The growl and authority dripping from his deep voice causes your thighs to press together, his shoulders are tense as his inked hand tightens around the door frame, muscles flexing underneath his inked skin.

His demeanor is more intimating. His agitation vibrates through the chill in the air conditioned room, causing goosebumps to rise and spread across your skin and your nipples hardened as you bite your lower lip. Sweet mother and Christ, scold me and command me like that Doctor Law and I'm all yours. You feel your face grow inflamed as you mentally scold yourself again. Dammit, go away, naughty thoughts, go away! You yell inside your head and mentally waving your arms, growing more embarrassed. Stupid Jess! Stupid raunchy Doctor romance novel! I blame you!

Hearing the door close, your straighten your shoulders and try to act as if you weren't mentally arguing with yourself and thinking something kinky about your new, hot Doctor.

Law lowers his frame back into his seat, scooting it closer as the wheels roll across the tiled floor. He releases a huff, shoulders relaxing as he runs an inked hand through his dark, unruly tresses. "Apologies, Y/n." This close, you can see the faint dark circles underneath his eyes, become more pronounced as it brings out the color of his bewitching liquid metal orbs.

You swallow around the lump in your throat, mouth feels dry. "Can I have some water, please?"

"Of course," Law nods, standing to his feet, walks out to the nurses station and comes back with a chilled bottle of water. "Are you alright?" Offering you the water with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yup, I'm fine." You take it and try to open it. Brows furrow as you try again. "What the hell?" Again, its not budging. "Did they glue this on or something?"

Law pressed his lips together to bite back a laugh. "Here, let me before you make a mess." He reaches out and gently, taking the plastic bottle into his hand, twisting it and like magic it opens with ease. Resealing it and handing it back to you, watching as you reach out and squeeze the offending plastic a bit too hard, not caring, if a few big, fat droplets fall and land on your thin hospital gown.

"What kind of bullshit is this?" You glare at the bottled water as you took a few gulps to quench your thirst. You blink, feeling yourself grow even more heated and re-screwing the cap. "Wow, these mood swings are seriously no joke. Oh, thank you by the way."

This time Law did laugh. "No problem, Y/n-ya." He cleared his throat while his shoulders shook as he grinned, it looks boyish and made him appear younger as he answered. "Loss of strength, hormonal changes, mood swings and fatigue are all normal during the first trimester."

"I can't exactly run to you every time I can't open a bottle of water Law." You replied, hand tightening around the bottle. "You are a busy guy. People need you."

"Yes, but I'm your doctor now and I always take good care of my patients. You are a top priority now, don't ever forget that Y/n-ya."

"Playing favorites now are we, Doctor Law?" You tease, leaning back down onto the table.

Law was tempted to say yes, but kept his mouth shut as he pulled the mini ultrasound machine closer.

He takes what looks to be a white vibrating wond, if you've ever seen one. Slipping a condom over it, opening a bottle of lube and smearing it on the device. "Now, I want you to guide this to the opening of your vagina and I'll do the rest." His tone is serious, he isn't joking.

Your eyes widen. "What?" Your face reddening.

------ End of Chapter 2 ------

💛 Chapter 1 - Coffee and Confessions

💛 Chapter 3 - Heartbeat

I know, I know, I'm late. I'm sorry! But I hope this makes up for it! The Cliff hanger was an impulse XD Gotta keep ya'll on your toes, don't I?

Happy Valentines Day, my peeps and Law!

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Ass Play - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader

A/N: MORE HYBRID!READER!!! Also, sorry for the ending, I was in a rush to get this out on time. This is meant as a companion piece to Asshole, but can be read on its own

Let me know if I missed any warnings

CW: smut; explicit sexual content; Reader is a canine mutant; Reader is in heat; Reader is called pup and mutt; Reader’s parts are referred to as dick and hole; rimming; ass licking; ass play; ass fingering (idk what this is called lol); multiple orgasms; lube is used!; penetrative sex; fingering; fr what is it called when someone pushes their cum back into you?; fluffy ending; cuddling; literal petting; no aftercare; falling asleep

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You’re shaking with excitement. Well, really, your tail is wagging so hard the rest of you is shaking.

You’re all ready on the bed for him. Face down, hole dripping, ass in the air. Any other hybrid mutant would be able to tell in an instant that you’re waiting to be fucked.

It doesn’t help that you’re on the last day of your heat. You can feel it still smoldering inside you. A low burning fire of need.

You’re sure Logan can smell it in you. Can tell that you’re dying for his dick. Yet, he just grips your hips, positioning you just right. It’s absolutely maddening.

“Come on, Logan,” you whine. “Stop messing around. I need you.”

“Be quiet, pup.” His voice is gruff but not mean. “You’ll take what I give you.”

You whimper and bury your face in his pillows. Tail still wagging. You can’t help it. You’ve been planning this for almost two days. Buying the necessary things and watching videos on what to do.

Finally, Logan seems to move. He spreads your ass cheeks, running his thumb over your puckered hole. You whine and shiver, the touch alone sparking heat in your gut.

The first lap of his tongue against your ass has you moaning. You bite down hard against the pillow to keep from whimpering as he drags his tongue over your asshole. Probing at it with the tip and circling the rim.

It feels delightful. The warmth and wetness just adding to the feeling. You squirm a bit, trying to press back into his touch.

Logan growls softly and grips your tail, using it to keep you still. “Calm down, pup. Haven’t even gotten to working you open and you’re eager as a puppy.”

You whine and let go of the pillow, lifting your head to look back at him. “But Logan… it feels so good!”

He pushes your head back down into the pillows. “You’re not listening to me, pup, and bad dogs don’t get their rewards.”

That shuts you up. You sigh and settle yourself back down.

After a few moments, Logan goes back to licking at your asshole. You bite the pillow again to stifle your moans, gripping the sheets tightly under you.

He continues to eat your ass, slowly working his tongue inside. He grips your thighs, grumbling out a quiet, “Loosen up, pup. You’re too tight.”

You relax as best you can, helping him in further. It’s difficult when your toes are curling with pleasure and your head is getting fuzzy. Maybe it’s your heat, but you swear you’ve never felt this good before.

It’s not long before you cum, soaking your thighs with slick. Logan rumbles appreciatively and pulls back. “You ready for my dick, pup?”

Your tail springs to life, wagging so eagerly you almost hit him in the face with it. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Logan chuckles and goes to grab something from the nightstand. You keep your face pressed to the pillows, the anticipation building inside you.

He returns with a bottle. A few moments go by before something cold drips against your asshole. Logan smears it around, using his fingers to spread what you assume is lube around your asshole. He dips a finger in, slowly working you open.

You make a ridiculous sound, pressing back eagerly. You can’t help yourself. It feels good.

Logan fingers your ass for a little while, making you cum for a second and then third time.

By your fourth orgasm, he finally takes out his cock. He slides it between your thighs, coating it in your slick. Then he rubs the tip against your asshole, waiting until you’re whimpering in anticipation before pushing it in.

It’s a tight fit, your ass squeezing him even tighter than your hole. You moan into the pillows, feeling full in a whole new way.

Your dick throbs with need and your fingers snake down to rub at it. Logan smacks your hand away, moving to replace it with his own. He rubs you torturously slow, timing it perfectly with his thrusts.

He’s panting, groaning, muttering filthy things about how perfectly tight you are and about all the things he wants to do to you. You just take what he gives you, your mind a fuzzy haze.

The way his dick rubs against the walls of your ass is intoxicating. And when his fingers dip inside your hole, you feel so full. The squelch from your ass and hole is filthy. The sound louder than it’s ever been.

You cum, and you cum hard. Your vision blurs, your head spinning with pleasure. You can barely think, so lost you just moan helplessly.

With a grunt and growl from Logan, warmth fills your ass. Spilling out as he slowly pulls out. You groan when he stuffs it back in, hole clenching as he grumbles out, “Gotta keep you nice and full.”

You just go boneless on the bed, letting him climb in and pull you to him. You nuzzle into his side, tail giving a few shaky wags. “That… was amazing…”

Logan chuckles, sounding as breathless as you. “Yeah, pup. I knew you’d like it. Dirty mutt like you.”

You bury your face in his chest with a groan. “No more… My body aches…”

Logan laughs, but strokes your head, petting your fluffy ears fondly. “Alright. No more.”

You both relax, just basking in each other’s comfort. It feels nice, and it’s not long before you're falling into sleep.

[winchesterwild78]

Daddy’s Girl pt 3

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (wife), Dean and Reader’s daughter, other characters from Supernatural

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smutish

A/N: Another collab story with @cheekygirl2309. This chapter starts out a little angsty and has some surprises along the way. 

This is a work of fiction and does not follow the Supernatural storyline. I do not own the rights to the characters used.

All work is my own and @cheekygirl2309, don’t take it or use it as your own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated. 

Minors DNI 18+

Over the next few months Delilah and Bubbles became close. Bubbles was still attached to Dean and would follow him everywhere he went. 

Anytime Dean left she would whimper and sit in the garage waiting for him to return. 

Dean and Sammy left on a hunt. A simple salt and burn. It was local, so Dean wouldn’t be gone long. 

I was washing clothes when I heard the purr of the Impala. 

“Daddy’s home!” Delilah squealed as she and Bubbles ran towards the garage. 

I put the laundry in the dryer and made my way to the garage. 

Dean was just getting out of the car and Delilah leaped in his arms. 

Bubbles was running in circles and barking excitedly at Dean. 

“Hey baby. Welcome back.” I kissed his lips and Delilah said “eww”. 

Dean chuckled. “Dean, what are you covered in?” “The ghost threw me through a wall and I landed in mud. I’m filthy and need a shower. 

I nodded as he put Delilah down. 

Dean grabbed his clothes and headed for the showers. The one in our bedroom wasn’t working great, so he went to the shower room. 

Standing in the kitchen I was getting ready to cook dinner when I heard what sounded like a scream. 

I ran straight to Delilah’s room but she was playing and said it wasn’t her. 

Then I ran to the shower room and found Dean with a washcloth covering himself and backing into the wall. 

I let out a giggle when I saw what the commotion was. 

“Y/N, I swear this is ridiculous. I can’t even take a shower in peace.”

Standing at his feet, soaked was Bubbles. Wagging her tail and playing in the puddle that formed in front of her. 

“Oh Dean, she just loves you and missed you. She doesn’t understand boundaries. I don’t blame her for wanting to see you naked though.” I giggled and wiggled my eyebrows. 

He rolled his eyes, “Sweetheart, can you please get her out of here. I’d like to shower without an audience.” 

I nodded and scooped her up in a towel. “Come on Bubbles, let’s let Dean take a shower all alone.” 

He chuckled, “Well ditch the dog and you’re welcome to join me, sweetheart.” 

I smirked, “Why Mr Winchester, are you trying to seduce me?” 

He stepped closer, “Maybe, is it working?” I kissed his lips, “Always”. 

He pulled me close to him and I was under the water. I squealed, “Dean. I’m getting soaked.” He laughed, “That’s the idea, baby.” 

“Let me take Bubbles out first. I’ll be right back.” I walked her to the door and put her down, closing the door behind her. 

My clothes were soaked. Dean was washing his hair when I walked back over. 

I put my arms around him and put my chest flush with his back. “Sweetheart, your clothes are in the way.” 

I laughed, “Hey, you didn’t say anything about me losing the clothes.” He turned and faced me. Rinsed his hair and as I watched the water and soap run down his body I bit my lip. 

I will never get tired of looking at him. Damn I’m a lucky woman. 

Dean slowly removed my soaked clothes and they landed on the tile floor with a thud. 

Dean began kissing me and his strong, calloused hands held me tight. 

“Dean. I..” my voice trailed off as his fingers slipped between my thighs. 

His lips against my neck and leaving love bites down my skin. 

My fingers ran in his wet hair. My head tilting back as a moan escaped my lips. 

Dean took me against the cold tile walls. Our breath mingled and our pants and moans filled the room. Echoing the sounds of our pleasure. 

When we finished Dean cleaned us both up and turned off the water. He pulled me close and kissed my lips. “Thanks Bubbles for coming in the shower.” He winked and I giggled. 

The two of us dried off. I left the bathroom with a towel around me. Slipping into our bedroom to get dressed. 

Dean came in and put his dirty clothes in the hamper. “I’m gonna finish cooking dinner. You relax. Can you check on Delilah and Bubbles?” 

Dean nodded and left the room. I walked back into the kitchen to start cooking. 

Dean yelled my name. “Y/N! Come quick!” 

I ran down the hallway towards him. “What?! What’s wrong?!” 

“I don’t see Delilah or Bubbles!” 

We searched frantically around the bunker and couldn’t find her. 

Dean and I ran up the stairs and found the door wide open. Dean and I looked at each other and panic filled my chest. 

“Dean, where is she?!” 

We ran outside and started yelling for her and Bubbles. We couldn’t find either of them and I was terrified. 

“Delilah!! Honey, where are you?!” I prayed hard and screamed for Cass and Jack. Within a minute they both appeared. 

“Delilah’s gone! Help me. Please find my baby!” 

Dean was frantically searching. A few minutes later he yells he found her. 

We ran to his side and found Delilah sitting against a tree, knees pulled tight to her chest and crying. Bubbles was laying against her whimpering. 

Dean scooped Delilah up and held her tightly against his chest. 

“Oh god! Baby are you okay? Why did you leave the bunker?” I asked as the tears fell 

Her little lip quivering, “I took Bubbles out to potty and she ran off. I went to get her and I couldn’t find my way back. I’m sorry daddy.” She buried her face in Dean’s chest. His strong arms holding her tight. “Shh, it’s okay baby. You’re safe. That’s all that matters.” He kissed her head and started to walk towards the bunker with her. 

I carried Bubbles, Cass and Jack followed. 

“Thank you both for coming. I’m sorry I panicked and called you both.” Cass touched my shoulder, “It’s okay. We’re family and we will always be there for you.” 

I nodded, hugged them both and they left. 

Back in the bunker Delilah wouldn’t let go of Dean. We sat on the couch and decided to talk to her. 

“Hey, baby girl, we need to talk about what happened.” 

Her big green eyes, wet from tears, looked at Dean and then over at me. 

“Sweetheart, I appreciate you trying to be a big girl and take Bubbles out to potty, but you can’t do that without Mommy or me. It’s not safe. Bubbles is still a baby too and she doesn’t understand she can’t run away. We are so glad you’re safe, but mommy and daddy were really scared.” 

She nodded, “I’m sorry daddy. I promise not to do that again. I was scared too, daddy.” 

He held her tight, “I know baby girl.” 

I pulled her into my lap and held her tightly. 

“Mommy, too tight.” She giggled. “No, never too tight. Baby I was so scared. Mommy is glad you’re safe. Maybe daddy and Uncle Sammy can build a fenced in area for you to take Bubbles outside. What do you think?” 

She nodded enthusiastically, “Yes!” 

“What do you say, Dean?” “Actually I think that’s a great idea. I’ll see if Uncle Sammy can come over this weekend. Until then, no going outside without us. Understood?” 

“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”

She hugged us both and went to her room to play. When she left the room I crumbled. 

Sobs left my body and Dean held me tight. “It’s okay baby. She’s okay. She’s safe.” 

“I know, but Dean it could have been so much worse. It’s my job to teach her and protect her. I failed her today.” 

“Hey, look at me. You didn’t fail her today. We talked to her and we all learned a lesson today.”

“Dean, what if something bad happened? I wouldn’t survive that.” 

“Hey, remember what Jack said. She’s going to live a very long and happy life.” 

I nodded remembering Jack’s words. 

After a few minutes in Dean’s arms I was calm enough to finally cook dinner. 

I was busying myself cooking when I heard Dean and Delilah playing. When dinner was ready I walked down the hallway towards Delilah’s room. I stopped at the door when I heard Delilah talking to Dean. 

“Daddy, I didn’t mean to scare you or mommy. I just wanted to be a big girl. If mommy has a baby in her tummy I’m going to be a big sister so I have to be sposinsible.” 

Dean chucked at her pronunciation of the word “responsible”. 

“Well baby, I love that you want to be responsible, but you have to be safe too. That’s a big part of being responsible.” 

“Yes, daddy. I promise. I’m gonna be safe and sponsible. I’m gonna be the best big sister too.” 

He pulled her in his arms, “Yes you are pumpkin.” 

I walked to the door, “Okay you two. Dinner is ready. Go wash up.” 

Delilah jumped up and ran to me. “Mommy I’m sorry. I’m gonna be more sponsible so I can help with the baby.” I hugged her, “I know baby. All that matters is you’re safe and home. Now you and daddy go wash up so we can eat.” 

I kissed her head and stood up. Dean stood and kissed me. “She’s going to make a great big sister.” He said as he hugged me. 

“Yeah, I just hope we can handle two of them. I can’t imagine what a little you is going to be like.” I chuckled. 

Dean laughed, “Oh you know, charming, devilishly handsome, funny and wrapped around his Mama’s finger.” 

I smirked and brushed my lips against his, “Just like his daddy.” 

When dinner was done, Delilah took her bath and got ready for bed. Dean and I decided we needed to spend some time with her making sure she knew we weren’t mad or upset with her. 

Dean grabbed some blankets and we all sat on the couch, snuggled together. 

I sat beside Dean and Delilah climbed in his lap. 

We turned on the tv and Dean turned on Scooby Doo. Delilah giggled and I smiled looking at her. 

Dean pulled her tight. I knew the events of the day scared him even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

I placed my hand on his arm and he looked over at me. I gave him a knowing smile and he leaned over, placing a soft kiss on my lips. 

“I love you both so much.” “We love you too, Dean.” 

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[inkieflame]

(once again, writing prompt if you want it to be)

We (sort-of) know how BigB reacted to being bonded with Ren, so can we have a small piece on that 👉🏾👈🏾

this is the last one maybe

This ring around my finger (like a chain around my throat)

A Bigb and Ren oneshot

Word count: 700

Trigger warnings: Ren being puppy-brained, that's about it

His vision cleared before the ringing in head did. The florescent lights above him cut into his eyes, making him groan and recoil from the brightness.

Distantly, he was aware of someone tugging at his collar. The inside of the collar pricked him each time it was pulled on. He still hadn’t gotten use to the feeling of it clamped around his neck, and he doubted he ever would.

Bigb is a wild creature.

He has never taken kindly to ceilings or walls. There is a feral tug inside him to be outside, to run, to lay in the grass in some warm blue sweater.

But years of being pent inside have acclimated him to the still air and smooth sterile surfaces. He only catches brief glimpses of the sky and shallow gasps of fresh air as he is transported between rentals.

And for now?

For now that is enough.

Gradually, Bigb’s hearing clears, and the sound of other subjects panicking can be heard. He groans again and pushes himself upright, looking around.

It is a tangle of metal and limbs. Knots and taut chains tie the group of subjects together. Most of the group is panicking, pushing and pulling to get away from the tangle they are attached to by the neck. A few of he subjects are still asleep. Somewhere next to him, Martyn is directing people on how to untangle themselves from the rest of the group.

Ironically, Martyn’s length of chain is still mixed in with the rest of the group’s

Weird, Bigb thinks, why would the Watchers tie us up like this?

Bigb looks to Grian, waiting for him to make his usual announcement. For a few years now, Grian had been the one to introduce the group to any new labs they went to. They were the only few words anyone would hear from him.

But Grian is staring at the tangle of chains with the most emotion Bigb has seen on him in a long time. Almost horrified, watching and tracing the chain at his neck to see where it’s attached to.

Bigb turns to look at his own chain, and follow the length around until his found the other end.

His stomach drops.

Nearby is Ren, his collar decorated with a little golden bell that jingles when he turns his head. He is breathing heavy and pulling in a panic, clearly upset by the chains he is nearly buried under.

And unmistakably, the chain attached to Ren’s collar is the same chain as Bigb’s

There is no logic in Ren’s thrashing, and that’s the worst part. The panic is his eyes is animalistic. He bites at anything that gets close enough to his teeth, and his claws scratch dully at the surrounding metal.

Bigb looks away quickly, sick.

He remembers a time when he had admired Ren. He had followed him, the self-declared “Red King,” in the Dogwarts rebellion. Ren had been so powerful, so confident, and most of all he had hope.

Bigb hadn’t had hope in a long time.

Eventually the whole group manages to get untangled. Grian announces the new laboratory, the Double Life Scientific Mastery Project, and Bigb is left alone with his new “soulmate.”

Now that Ren is free from the tangle of chains, he has calmed down. He follows Bigb around the lab, directly at his heels with his tail wagging happily.

Bigb’s stomach turns at the thought that Ren most likely thought he was going for a walk. That this chain was a leash.

When they go to bed that night, Bigb has to forced himself to ignore how his room is different from everyone elses. There is not double bed for him and his soulmate. He has the same bed he always has, and there is a dog kennel right next to it.

Ren is quick to get in his bed. He trots around in a a few tight circles before laying down with his tail over his nose. There is a small sign at the top of the kennel: lock while sleeping

So as much as it made him sick to do it, Bigb knelt and locked the kennel.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

A Lesson To Be Careful: Chocobros x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Poly sex, anal sex, oral sex, spanking, biting, power play, BDSM

Your back pressed against the marble flooring, head pound, eyes burning with tears and teeth grit while you writhed beneath the heavy foot pressing against your chest. You looked up at the MT, a hiss escaping from the back of your throat as you looked up into its hollow red eyes. The MT only pressed the tip of the blade harder into the skin of your chin. You winced when a small shot of pain cut through you, you soon felt something warm starting to slowly drip down your throat. Blood roared in your ears, your pounding temples made it hard for you to pay attention to the chaos springing around you.

The pressure on your chest tightened, a soft cry escaping your lips and your head tilting back in pain.

“(Y/n)!” you heard someone calling you.

Your sagging eyelids pulled up just a bit, your eyes scanning the horizon only to have the pressure on your chest suddenly stop just as your body gave way.

“It is truly is a good thing you only came out of that with just some scrapes and bruises, love,” Ignis tutted as he closed the door behind you.

“Gladio, I have legs,” you sighed, glaring at the man that held you tightly in his arms, acting oblivious to the fact that he was actually doing it, “I can walk on my own.”

“Mmm,” Gladio hummed, thinking, “no.”

“Gladio!” you huffed, pinching the top of his ear. He flinched and huffed himself. “Put me down, it’s just a few bruises.”

Gladio sighed, taking a few more long strides until you were both inside of the massive bedroom with the three right behind you. Gladio slowly placed you on your feet on the ground, only to be brought back to his rock hard chest, his hands kneading at your waist and hips, leaning over to nip at your earlobe.

“Maybe we should teach you a lesson on how to be careful,” he growled in your ear.

“Perhaps we should,” Ignis tutted, eyeing you as he slipped his jacket off of his lean shoulders.

Gladio moved your hair away from your neck, his lips pressing against your soft flesh as his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your pants. Ignis circled around in front of you and cupped your chin, tilting your head up as to capture your lips in his. You felt Noctis lace his fingers in your right hand,  pressing kisses to the side of your head and down the length of your jaw. You felt Prompto take your left hand, lace his fingers with yours and press kisses to your knuckles, kissing up and down the expanse of your arm, taking extra time on the small bruises that stained your skin.

Gladio spun you around, but your lips still clung to Ignis’, his cold hands brushing against your cheekbones. Noctis and Prompto let go of your hands, your chest ached as you wanted them, fingers flexing as a soft whine left your lips.

Gladio’s hands flew to your button up shirt, yanking at the seams and popping off the buttons in one hard tug and flying off in different directions, his large calloused hands going to your bra to pluck at the strands, snapping them against your skin. Noctis, now behind you, tailed his nimble fingertips over the waistband of your pants, nails digging into the band and running along the rim until his fingers were fumbling with the button and zipper, quickly revealing your panties. Prompto nuzzled into your neck, licking and kissing and mouthing soft promises along your bare throat, his soft and warm hands trailing along the under curves of your breasts and trailing down your stomach, nails tracing invisible patterns into your heated flesh.

You felt Noctis struggle with the clasp of your bra behind you, his finger frantic as you could feel him start to heat up. He cursed softly, pressed hard kisses into the back of your shoulder until your breasts were finally freed from their cloth prison. Gladio ripped the loosened bra off of your figure with your ruined shirt in tow before he attacked your throat and jaw, placing hungry kisses on your skin.

Your hands fumbled, one hand quickly threading into Noctis’ locks, scratching his scalp as your other hand was cupped by Ignis’, his lengthy fingers tangling with yours. Gladio’s roughened hands stroked at your breasts, thumbs and index fingers pinching and scratching at your nipples. Noctis’ hands running along your spine to the curve of your ass, grabbing handfuls of the soft flesh and plucking at your panties. Prompto’s hand danced down your stomach, finally settling on your panties, hitching a notch into the soft fabric and tugging gently. The friction of the fabric pulling on your dripping clit made you moan, tilting your head back.

Gladio’s hands left your breasts, nipples now aching from the torment, his lips leaving the underside of your jaw. The telltale sound of jingling and a crack of leather had the other three quickly release you.

Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Gladio with his leather belt in his hands, his leather pants sagging slightly on his waist, his clothed erection obvious as ever. You heard the others shuffling, belts jingling and hitting the floor behind you.

Gladio advanced towards you, one hand leaving the belt and grabbing a hold of your shoulder and forcefully turning you around. He grabbed a hold of both of your wrists, looping the leather belt around your soft skin and yanking on it tightly, pressure enclosing and binding your wrists until Gladio’s hold lets up.

You now saw the other three mostly naked, kicking their clothes out of the way while pulling their underwear off, revealing their penises to you. Their faces were flushed, hair a complete mess, Ignis’ glasses now missing from his structured face. They each eyed each other, then to you, then the bed before quickly moving.

Noctis laid down along the foot of the bed, Ignis advanced towards you, relieving you from Gladio’s strong grip only to be snared in his firm and unforgiving grip. You could hear Gladio quickly yanking off his clothes, tossing his jacket and tank top and loose pants and hiking boots somewhere behind him carelessly. Ignis had one hand wrapped around the leather belt, his other hand fisting your hair and firmly tugging your head back just a bit. Prompto simply stood there, you could see the debate in his eyes whether he should do something or touch his erect cock.

Ignis nosed your throat, the bulb of his nose rolling over the splotches kissing your skin, they were still raw and tender, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

You could feel your panties were soaked, your knees wobbling as a coil tightened in your belly. You whimpered once more, when Prompto finally moved forward, his fingers knotting into your panties and yanking them down, making a soft wet splat when they hit the floor.

Suddenly, your head was jerked back roughly by another hand, a moan snapping out of you as tears were brought to your eyes. Ignis moved aside when the leather belt was snatched up from his grip, Gladio’s body heat pressing firmly behind you as you felt his erect cock press against your asscheeks. He drew your head back until your crown was pressed into his collarbones, he lowered his head to your ear and nosed around its shell, nipping at your earlobe.

“You know the safe word, right?” he growled into your ear.

You nodded, whimpering when you felt your hair pull against your scalp before Gladio pushed you forward towards the bed.

Noctis lowered himself from his elbows when your knees hit the edge of the bed, your body buckling when Gladio hoisted you up. Noctis’ clammy hands felt amazing on your heated skin, his cold nails digging into the meat of your shoulders and angling your body until you were hovering just above him, the perfect height for Gladio behind you.

Ignis slowly came around to the other side of the bed, his knees on either side of Noctis’ head, Prompto next to you his fingers dancing alon the curve of your back.

You felt Noctis first, the head of his cock tapping at your passageway, pushing past your soaked nether lips and quickly pushing up. You winced at the pressure, crying out softly when his cock finally entered you. Slowly, Noctis started to pump his hips, being careful with you above him.

But it was agonizing, he was moving so slow inside of you, it made you whine. You wished your hands were bound behind your back, your fingers flexed and ached, wanting to clawing at the sheets on the bed and scratch at Noctis’ shoulders.

But Noctis kept you still, slowly guiding you along his shaft slowly and carefully.

Gladio was next. He let go of your hair but kept a tight grip on the leather belt wrapped around your wrists. You felt his erection glide along your asscheeks, his head slowly pushing past your ass to stop at the pucker of your hole. His free hand came down to your ass, pulling at one of the cheeks far enough to help him slide into you as easily as he could.

You cried out, throwing your head back and sobbing softly at the stretch in your ass. Sweat shined, blanketing you in a moist layer.

You felt so full with the two of them inside of you, their cocks slowly starting to move up a pace, their hands guiding you along the lengths of their cocks, whimpers leaving you and you looked up from Noctis to see Ignis waiting patiently for you to open your mouth, his nimble fingers dancing up and down his cock. You jaw slowly unhinged, Ignis moving forward until the tip of his cock pressed against your lips, pushed past your teeth and now housed itself in the warm, moist confines of your mouth and throat. He too started out slow, a steady pace as he rocked his hips back and forth, both hands coming up to your scalp and gently massaging the raw skin and combing through your beautiful locks.

Tears filled your eyes as a guttural moan failed to slip past the penis caged in your mouth. Your scalp burned in a good way, your body was starting to shiver, a tightness coiled up in your belly the more the three cocks pumped into you. Your shoulders rolled backwards, the sweat making your wrists slip and roll around in their leather bindings until one wrist managed to slip free, only to land on Prompto’s flat stomach and work its way down to his erect cock where your fingers pumped quickly, not even starting out slow.

The four men were a flurry of moans, heads thrown back as their nails clawed at you, making crescent moons in your skin and scratching down your soft, hot flesh.

Your head rolled back, a whine bubbling from your lips before the tightness coiling up in your belly became too much and you cried out loudly, your orgasm rocking your body and making you see stars. And yet, they still ravaged you and your grip on Prompto only tightened, the blond whining at the added pressure, his nails biting your skin harder.

Time seemed to have escaped you all, your mind now numb as they worked you out, wringing and milking as much as they could, working out orgasm after orgasm until one by one they finally came. First Prompto, his hot seed splatting you in the face and dripping down onto Noctis who only groaned, his cock shuddering inside of you before you soon found yourself having your insides coated in his cum. Ignis moaned softly, his fingers knotting tightly in your hair, gently and firmly pulling at the strands until your mouth was finally filled with his own seed, you couldn’t help but gag as you swallowed most of it, some of it dribbling out over your swollen lips and down your chin. Gladio was the last as usual when it came these sessions, but when his grip tightened on the belt still cuffing your one wrist, you cried out when he roared, fingers grabbing harshly at your abused asscheek as you felt his hot seed fill you.

The belt loosened around your wrist, slipping off and falling onto the floor with a loud clunk. Your body fell over, curling up next to Noctis as Gladio stumbled away from you just a bit. Ignis had let go of your hair and Prompto had quickly disappeared only to return with a soft towel for you.

Noctis rubbed his fingers over the red marks on your wrists, fingers running along the sharp cuts in your skin as your eyelids felt like iron bricks.

But before you could finally lull off to sleep, you could hear Ignis’ stern voice cut through the silence.

“Do you need us to repeat that lesson, kitten? Or will you be more careful next time?” he purred.

You thought for a minute, only to smirk as you nuzzled into the sheets.

“I may need another lesson later,” you murmured.

[thetriumphantpanda]

Charlie pls I am here to beg 🧍🏻‍♀️🤲🏻

Smut prompt: ❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜

With Javi P

Tysm 🖤🖤

omg no begging required I am all too happy to oblige this one. Thank you for sending it in! 🧡

Pairing | Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 559

Warnings | This is smut, what can I say? Unprotected PiV in public and that's kinda it lmao. Also I have an ear infection and I'm on meds so.... forgive me for any mistakes, they are my own and I stand by them.

Send me a Pedro Boy & a prompt!

He’s got you pinned up against the wall, legs wrapped tightly around his hips. There’s something digging into your back, something that presses into your skin every time his hips snap into yours, but you don’t know what it is. The sharp pain every time it digs in is nothing compared to the stream of pleasure that courses through your body every time his cock drags in and out of your cunt.

He knew asking you was risky, some paper that should have been signed by your superior’s superior, not the girl who sits behind the desk and answers the phone. You knew it was stupid to sign it without asking more questions. Those brown eyes had begged you so nicely though, plush lips promising he’d take the fall if anything came back from it. So you’d taken it, scribbled your signature on the dotted line and forgotten all about it.

That was, until, you’d been dragged into a meeting, in front of everyone, and asked, point blank why you thought it was acceptable for you to sign classified information. When you’d stood there and stuttered, Javier Peña, sat around the table, had said nothing, kept his eyes trained on his lap, as you left the room, tail between your legs, a wobble to your bottom lip, blurry eyes and a warning that if it happened again, you’d be on the first flight back to the States.

It was a miracle the ambassador had let you come at all, all things considered. Some gala you didn’t understand. Dinner with three sets of cutlery and a dress code and people with trays of champagne. Now, pressed up against the wall, Javi’s thumb running circles over your clit has he fucks you, you find you don’t really care about anything anymore.

“This how you usually get out of these situations?” You ask, breathless, a whine at the end, “By fucking your way out of them?”

You can feel his mouth turn up into a smirk at your neck, mouth sucking on your skin before he’s pulling away, face right in front of yours, “Depends,” He mumbles, shifting his position slightly, angling himself better so on everything thrust, he’s hitting the spot inside you that makes you sing, “Is it working? Am I forgiven, cariño?”

You bite your bottom lip, edging towards a smart reply, when the mixture of his thumb on your clit and the tip of his cock bruising at the depths of you, edges you towards something much better. You let your head drop back, hitting the wall, as your legs clamp around him impossibly tight. You feel yourself tighten around him before the coil snaps, white hot pleasure dragging its way across every inch of your skin as you come for him.

He doesn’t last much longer, his hands gripping at the meat of your ass to keep you upright as he stills inside you. You can feel the white hot of his cum inside you, the subtle throb of his cock as he groans into the sweaty skin of your neck.

“Well?” He asks after a beat, “Did it work?”

You roll your eyes, his hands dropping you gently to the ground, “For now,” You shrug, “You’re forgiven for now, Peña.”

[mieanme]

Merman x Siren au

Hualian - (part V)

I'm back!! Sorry, the updates will be less frequent now since my vacation came to an end, but I will try to update every Sunday!

First part: PART I

Previous part: PART IV

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It takes Xie Lian a good couple of minutes to get a hold of himself. He doesn't even realise he started sinking a little bit, because of how stiff he became during his encounter with the siren.

The malicious, cruel siren who everyone fears.

When he finally gets back to his senses, he immediately swings his tail a few times to swim up to reach the entrance of the trench. He swims over the edge of it and then simply lies flat on his stomach on the ocean floor, unable to do anything else.

Ruoye sits right before his face, still glaring.

"Please, stop staring at me like that. I know," Xie Lian clicks, thinking back to how careless he behaved when the octopus tried to warn him about the potential danger. "I need a moment. I feel like I'm gonna faint."

Ruoye decides to let go of it's anger for a while and simply turns around to face the trench, guarding the unmoving merman. He's very grateful for a friend like this. Xie Lian lies there for God knows how long, trying to process everything that has just happened.

The more he's thinking about it, the more he's certain it's impossible, as if he imagined all of it.

He not only successfully found the trench, he met the owner of the territory AND got the said owner to run errands for him. Not to mention it's a mortal enemy of merpeople!

Xie Lian adjusts his position to support himself on the elbows and then covers his face with his hands. He wants to scream. How has this all even happened? He was sure he's about to die in this trench like three times during the conversation. However, he not only survived, but also doesn't have to do anything at all.

At least for now.

All in all, he feels quite relieved at some point. If the siren keeps his word, Xie Lian is going to get the algae that can help the sick mers. Moreover, others won't have to put themselves in danger.

Unless the siren is gonna play dirty.

But why would he? He could kill Xie Lian then and there, without even getting slightly tired, most probably. With how strong his body looked, Xie Lian wouldn't even be able to escape.

As Xie Lian thinks about it, the siren doesn't have any reason to help him either.

So why did he do it? And, what's more important, what is he going to demand in exchange for his help?

When this thought crosses Xie Lian's mind, a new wave of fear washes over him. He indeed mentioned somewhere in their conversation that his pod is going to compensate the siren for his help, but the creature himself didn't seem interested in the topic at all. What if he is, but just decided it's obvious he's going to get something in return and that's why he's helping Xie Lian right now?

And what could possibly Xie Lian's pod offer to the siren to satisfy him?

The merman groans, slapping his own face rather harshly. He also feels the sudden urge to start moving like a shark in one place to dig himself a hole in the ocean floor and cover himself in the sand. He really put himself in a situation in which he has no idea what to do.

His thoughts all circle around the siren, so he even starts wondering when he is going to come back. Is he really alright after all? The creature said he's indeed built differently, but Xie Lian can't help but worry a little bit. Who knows what monsters hide in the darkness of the trench?

The moment Xie Lian decides to uncover his face, he releases a loud squeak of surprise.

The siren he was worrying so much about is right there before him, with Ruoye wrapped around his other arm, biting the creature viciously yet again.

"Resting?" The siren clicks with a not so sincere smile spread on his lips. He doesn't seem bothered though, about the octopus nor the merman taking a small break.

"N-no, I was... just, you know, thinking, haha," Xie Lian responds dumbly, quickly swimming up to the siren to get the octopus off him yet again. "Ruoye, please, he's helping us, can't you be a little bit kinder?"

"It's fine," the siren says and, seeing the merman's hands reaching out to him, he seizes the opportunity to stuff something into Xie Lian's palms. "Here."

Xie Lian blinks, looking down at his own hands, only then realising the siren has given him a large pile of some strange, dark algae.

"Oh," Xie Lian clicks, examining the plants. They indeed look extraordinary - slim and dull, with mysterious dots and bums all over; similar, but also very different from the algae the merman has even seen. Only after a longer while he looks up at the siren who's still right in front of him, steadily in one place. "Thank you! So much!"

Before Xie Lian can help himself, he rushes forward to hug the siren out of excitement, but stops himself in the middle of his own moves, which makes him bump into the siren's chest like an idiot that Ruoye probably still takes him for. The siren flinches when their bodies touch and for a second Xie Lian thinks it's over for him, but the creature only moves away a little bit.

"I'm sorry! I just got too excited, I forgot I should...," Xie Lian tries to explain himself, looking up at the siren. The merman expects the creature to be confused or at least angry, but his expression is just unreadable. He only stares at Xie Lian, but after a short while smiles softly.

"I see," he clicks, suddenly reaching out to pet Xie Lian's cheek. His clawed hand moves to comb through the merman's brown hair and then it disappears quickly, this time travelling to the siren's other forearm and pointing at the octopus still settled on his body. "I suppose you would like to get this one back with yourself as well?"

"Yes, yes! I'm so sorry!"

After a small fight with the stubborn animal, Xie Lian manages to get a proper hold of both algae and Ruoye. He's ready to bid the farewells, when he suddenly remembers one of the most important things he was contemplating when the siren dived into the trench.

"Right!" He clicks loudly, to make sure the siren's attention is still on him. "I... I still haven't asked what you would like to receive in return for your generosity. My pod is quite big, we have plenty of food and we like creating various things. Is there anything my pod could provide that you're interested in?"

The siren chuckles, turning around.

"Whatever your pod can provide is of no value for me," he says, looking back at Xie Lian.

"H-how can we repay you then? I... I am in no position to put my pod in debt, since I came here on my own, so... So if you want to, please, hold only me as accountable!"

"Very well," the siren replies. "Then I'm sure you will think of a way to repay me."

"Wait!" Xie Lian squeaks, even if the siren only turned away from him and hasn't moved since.

The creature raises an eyebrow, seemingly waiting as Xie Lian asked him to.

"... I don't even know your name. I'm so rude for never asking for it in the first place, please, forgive me. I will think of a way to repay you and I will come back! I promise!" Xie Lian clicks quickly, not wanting to hold the siren back any longer.

"You think too much. If one is offended by such trivial matters, they're truly just a piece of trash," his reply surprises Xie Lian yet again, so he doesn't even get to respond, before the creature continues. "You can call me San Lang. I will be awaiting your return, little merman."

With those last words, the siren disappears in the trench, impossibly fast.

Soon enough Xie Lian finds himself all alone by the edge of the trench. He looks up at the surface, only to realise he has already spent most of the day in the siren's territory.

'I guess I really got a chance to get back home after all,' he thinks to himself and, with the algae in hands and Ruoye around his waist, he starts swimming back to the border.

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Next part: PART VI

And that's it for today!! Lemme know how you like it so far ^*^ And what do you think the pod's reaction is gonna be hehe

[lupi-usque-ad-finem]

typical stims aren’t enough i need to bark so loud and howl at the moon and bite my packmates and wag my tail and run around in circles so very very fast i fall head first over my own paws

[dy6nsty]

Rosebud Skin ❀

═════════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════════ Omega Ghoul x Gn! CW— Marking Kink (Hickeys, biting, clawing, kissing, etc), Smut, Sub Reader, Dom Omega, Porn with plot, touchy(?) Omega, Praise, Auralism, human reader, ‘The knee trick’. enjoy <33

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It was a quiet night between you and Omega. Sat in between his legs with his arms hugged around you, it was peaceful. Your back against his chest before a tail wrapped right around your thigh. It wasn’t and odd touch, no not all. Shrugging it off you wanted something to do. Sitting in silence was getting boring after all.

So, you grabbed a book placed down on his nightstand and opened it, feeling his arms pull you further to him— closing distance that once remained. “Need something?” You asked, tilting your to face him whilst he moved his face to rest neatly on your shoulder, aiming close to the side of your neck.

He hummed gently. It was unknown if it was a yes or no to your question. His finger gently tugged at the side of your shirt, slipping off some of the fabric that covered over your shoulder. Omega gaze locked right onto your skin.

“Your skin would look prettier if I got to decorate it.” He murmured gently, lips pressing into a gentle kiss to what he revealed. Omega looked at you waiting for answer or reaction— you looked up at him: stunned. “It would what now?” A faint laugh in your tone. Omega stared back at you, he knew you heard him. “Do you want a demonstration, my love.” He said firmly, trailing his hands from your hips up to where your ribs were. His hands placed delicately to prop you up— his mouth better positioned near your ear.

You gave him a faint nod in response, which he took happily. His hands gently grazing back down to your waist. With a smooth motion he turned your body over to face him, your legs spread in a somewhat kneel position straddling right over his lap, your hands placed on his shoulders for your support.

Omega’s head dipped it’s way back down to your neck, running his tongue along the soft skin before grazing his teeth against his designated spot. A soft gasp falling right into his ear as you pushed his head to keep it in spot. The Ghoul took this as in invitation and sank his canines right into your neck, letting the sharp teeth plummet down to withdraw a strained hiss of pain from your throat.

Omega’s fingertips gently rubbed small circles against your waist, claws gently running their way up your back.

The bite and the pain it brought with was enough to make your knees loose the strength in them. Breathing heavily with small gasps, your sounds like music to his ears. “You can handle it, my dear. Keep it up with that pretty mouth of yours.” He muttered against your skin before sucking against the bite. Pressing kisses and letting his mouth against the flushed skin.

As Omega slowly continued with his ‘decorating’ his knee subtly slipped right in between your legs. Gently pushing itself forward as he pulled back. From neck, shoulder, and collar bones, colors of light pink to a better red decorated all over you. The Ghoul stared down and admired his work, his leg gently moving it’s way back and forth as it had a mind of it’s own. One hand kept firm on your hip as he let you grind your way down onto his clothed knee, keeping his leg in rhythm with your stride. His other creating a tear in the shirt you wore, leading right above your chest.

His teeth latching right onto the plump flesh, pulling away with a small saliva strand connecting you and his lips.

“Red like roses.” Omega hummed, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, slowing down his movements to calm you down from your high.

═════════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════════ I apolgize if this seems short, or quickly ended!

[lostgracestories]

submissive Morgott? Like?? He’s everything ???

The way he would gasp at any sensitive touch, having his horns grasped, unable to restrain his whimpering and purring, even with teeth clenched...

Smth in my brain just clicked and I can’t stop thinking about this old man

OKAY IM FINALLY GETTING TO THESE IN MY INBOX AND YOU GUYS DO NOT DISAPPOINT (been busy with college </3 sorry for delays) ANYWAYS ENJOY THIS MINIFIC (I used mimic veil for it cause Y E S) wc: 879 tw: itty bitty bit of suggestiveness/intimacy

Touch

You were bored, very bored. Your husband had been tending to some nobles under his guise with mimic veil. You knew that this was important for him but you hadn't thoroughly spent time with your own husband in the last 2 weeks. You needed him. Even if it meant just being near him.

As you wandered into the grand hall where your husband was speaking with his guests, he briefly turned and nodded to you mid-sentence before acting as if you were just passing through. You knew he was unsure about affection in front of others, even under his guise with mimic veil. Yet, the act of dismissal felt like a stab to the chest.

Oh you'd show him.

The moment you found a pause in their conversation you came close to Morgott, snaking your arms around his right arm and smiling up at him. He had to bite his tongue just to restrain his voice as a shaky sigh left him.

"Beloved, you were not planning to introduce me to your guests?"

Morgott finally met your eyes and a pang of guilt twisted in his gut like a dull blade. You looked so dejected and he silently cursed himself for being the cause of your upset.

"Apologies, my queen... I did tell thee I wouldst be quite busy with mine work today... 'Tis not a meeting of pleasantries"

The eyes you gave him should have been banned from existence. he wanted nothing more than to steal you away, beg for more of your touch, remove the damn veil for the one person who found him beautiful... He had to rip his mind out of the spiral it was entering when he imagined you running your fingers along his tail and shuddered.

You stuck your lower lip out into a pout and turned toward the two nobles he had been speaking with. You didn't know what they were or would talk about but you knew you wanted to be by your husband's side and not wait to just sleep next to him that night.

"Gentlemen, you would not mind if I remained in your company? See, my husband is quite stubborn-"

You giggled as Morgott quickly shushed you, earning a hearty chuckle from the older man out of the two guests. The man nodded, fidgeting with the band on his ring finger.

"We do not mind, nothing of our conversation is of much import to thyself." The man offered a knowing look to you and nodded to your husband as if beckoning him to continue speaking. You watched as Morgott continued conversing after glancing at you briefly. You looked absolutely lovestruck as if you'd never been in so deep before, and it was true.

As you watched your husband speak, you reveled at the way he shuddered whenever your hand circled his back or your fingers traced the skin of his arm. He nearly drew blood from his lip when you traced circles over his lower back and tail bone with your finger.

The nobles could not have left a moment sooner. The instant they were out of sight, Morgott let out a pitiful whine at your tantalizing touch, his brow furrowing before he turned and grabbed your wrists to keep your hands off of him.

"Thou art playing a dangerous game, my queen"

You offered him a mischievous grin and big doe eyes. The way he shifted his gaze briefly away from you made you want to grab him and shove your lips into his... But you restrained yourself from doing so. You'd show him...

"Revenge for ignoring me"

you hummed the words and suddenly reached up and wrapped your fingers around the veil over the crown of his skull. He made no move to stop you as you removed his guise and tossed mimic veil into a chair sitting under a painting in the hall. The moment his horns were visible you reached to stroke the one above his brow and smirked as he whimpered and gasped under your gentle touch, his tail lashing and swishing behind him as his eyes fluttered.

"I- Was not- hff... I was not ignoring thee-"

A sound bordering a moan escaped his lips when your fingers found the base of his horn and his voice became a pitiful whine.

"I was simply- b-busy"

He stuttered and could not help but give into the heavy feeling in his eyes, shutting them as he leaned into your touch like a dog getting pet.

"You didn't make time for me!"

You huffed and pulled your hand away from him... gods you were going to drive him mad... He practically allowed a beg to slip past his lips and beckon you to touch him again but his thoughts were quickly silenced as you grabbed him by the cloak and pressed your gentle lips into his, smiling. He returned the tender kiss, breathing ragged as he brushed his hand through your hair and held it there until you pulled away just barely to speak. His eye studied yours with admiration.

"Gods you're so stubborn..."

You silenced him with a quick kiss before he could protest then continued speaking, brushing a wiry strand of silver hair out of his face and smiling.

"But you're my stubborn king..."

[kingofthe-egirls]

Hello hello!

Ok, I have a thought, hear me out!

Silly is the New sexy was amazing and we could need a Part 2~

Like, luffy can't help but think about your body and wants to do it again but she turns him down because you know people are literally being everywhere.

So! New Island, she stayed behind because of the short staw she draw, letting everyone go. She was totally fine and made stuff around the sunny. Imagine, she being in the kitchen as Lu burst in with a happy grin and be like >were alone! We can Do it again!< she just laughs and >give me a few after I wash the dishes<.

Lu pouts but sit down between her legs and be like prompt 8!

👀👀👀

ok im not gonna write the preamble bc u already did lmao let's skip straight to the smut, shall we?

DIRTY DISHES: LUFFY x Y/N

part 1

(cw: silly = sexy, est relationship, misuse of devil fruit, nipple play, face sitting, also this is my kitsune oc so kill the part of you that cringes, blowjob)

(a/n: i'll never stop playing dress up)

Songs: "Hard Feelings/Loveless" by Lorde, "The Bomb" by Florence + the Machine, "Morning Elvis" by Florence + the Machine

words: 1.5k

Luffy sits between your legs, head bumping back against the counter. His legs are splayed out in front of him, rolling back and forth like a little kid's. "Come onnnn," he whines, tugging at the cuffs of your denim shorts. He drags his fingertips up and down your fishnets, ribbing them in a satisfying, slow rumble.

You reach over him to finish scrubbing the dirty dish in your hands. Pizza sauce is crusted on from last night's dinner (sometimes even Sanji sets dirty plates to soak in the sink overnight).

"Okay, okay," you say, swiftly drying the plate with a soft towel. You set it in the dishrack, sparkling and clean, before turning back to your boyfriend. He's grinning up at you like a fucking capuchin.

"Hey."

You snort, rolling your eyes before crouching down to his eye level. He reaches forward to grab a strand of your hair, rubbing the damaged, bleached ends between his finger and thumb. It scratches against his skin. "Wanna play?"

"Obviously, Luffy. Now take your clothes off." You pull your own sweater off over your head--a baby blue cropped thing that you paired over a black bralette. You're wearing dark denim shorts with silver buttons down the side. Luffy tugs at the laces of your black boots. Steel-toed, a gift from Robin last time you docked portside.

Luffy giggles, and pulls his red t-shirt off over his shoulders. He slides down so he's lying on his back, stretching his rubber arms out to grab your hips. He slams you down onto his own face, cunt first.

"Fuck--!" You squeal, squirming in his arms so as not to crush his sweet little face. He's grinning at you like the devil.

"Sit," he commands, and you do. He bites at the denim of your shorts, not even bothering to take them off before he's running his thick hands all over you. You shrug off your bralette, letting your tits hang down, soft and bouncy above your ribcage. Luffy eagerly reaches up to grab them. He rolls his thumbs around your nipples in wide, slow circles. "So fuckin' pretty f'me," he murmurs, before stretching his neck up to suck on them. It's kinda alien, seeing his neck stretched out like a rubber band, but his tongue is magic so you don't fucking mind. You tilt your head back in pleasure, softly moaning.

"So good," you praise him, running your fingers over his hair. It's soft, and you pet him for a bit as he sucks on your sensitive nipples. You ride his abdomen, sitting on his stomach while he plays with you.

Your tails flick in pleasure.

"S'pretty, kitty," he says again, bucking his hips up behind you. He pops off your tits with a smack. His hands reach up to scritch at the base of your foxy ears. You hum, eyes closed in comfort.

"So are you," you say, reaching down to unbutton your shorts. You stand up, over him, to slide them down your legs. You leave the fishnets on. You're straddling him, looking down at your sweet captain with your legs on either side of his waist. Your boots stay on, too. The rose-gold bellybutton piercing sparkles at your abdomen: something you and Nami did on a whim last island, too.

"Spread your legs f'me," he says, staring up at your fishnet heat, so you lift a leg to place your boot on the counter. He's staring open mouthed at your cunt, left bare and dripping without any panties.

He licks his lips.

Suddenly, he's grabbing you by the waist again and slamming you down hard onto his waiting face. He slurps at your sensitivity, swiftly turning his hair white as he activates Gear 5. His tongue expands, shoving inside your slippery cunt as his eyes swirl rosy. Somewhere, a train whistle sounds in an honest to god awooga.

Shit.

"Luffy!!" You complain, as he rips your tights to give himself more room. Steam is pouring out of his ears, his eyes rolled back and crossed as he sloppily licks at your cunt. You're already dripping.

It's so cartoony, with him.

The sea laps at the side of the sunny, sparkling and sapphire in the afternoon sun. Seagulls call overhead. You watch them circle in the pastel sky through the window over the sink. Sparks soar into view as Luffy warps the energy of reality around him. You feel it pulling into you like gravity, bringing you ever and always closer to your captain.

He sucks on your clit.

You scream, surprised at the sudden suction. He slaps your ass cheek, the sound reverberating with several boi-oings throughout the empty room. You groan, sending your head back to just enjoy the sensations. You roll your hips over his tongue, sending shivers down your spine. He grips your hips, bringing you down harder.

"Sit!"

You squeal, letting your full weight sink down onto your captain's face. Supporting yourself on the sink, your hands grip around the cool porcelain as Luffy sends stars into your eyes. Sparkles alight overhead as his own pleasure creeps up. He's bucking his hips up behind you, and you turn to stretch yourself enough to reach his hard cock through his jeans. He lets you lean over, supporting your hips in his searing grasp. Your tails frizz out, shivering and shaking as he sends you over the edge.

Stars.

You gasp, coming to with sore thighs and an aching belly.

"Sweet girl," Luffy croons, letting you slide off him to the side. You collapse onto the tile, letting the coolness seep into your heated skin.

He sits up, wiping off your slick from his soaking chin.

"My turn?"

You smile, nodding eagerly as Luffy rips off his shorts. You settle onto your own back this time, letting him straddle your head. His sticky cockhead is shimmering with precum, and you reach out for an experimental lick. He shivers, letting out a hiss through his teeth.

"That's it," he says, rocking his hips forward. The tip hits your lips, and you let him in. You start sucking hard on his head, and he lets out a strangled moan. You run sweet, kitten licks up and down his aching shaft. The veins are bulging and sensitive, and every slide or dart of your tongue elicits sharp inhales and gasps from your lover above you. He shallowly thrusts his cock deeper into your mouth.

Stretching, you take him down your throat.

Luffy groans, softening your skin with ripples of elastic energy. His hair is fluffy and white, with matching clouds floating above his head. Your tails are squished behind you, but they flutter in soft, shivering arcs. He reaches down to grab one, wrapping it around his wrist.

He tugs.

"Ouch!" You yelp, trying to pull your seventh tail out of his grasp. He giggles, and doesn't let go. Instead, he pulls harder. An airhorn sounds. "Luffy!!!" You complain, face heating up. His cock muffles your words, but you glare up at him anyway.

"Shishi, sorry," he giggles, slowing his pace slightly. You relax, slowly sucking on his shaft as his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy.

His balls smack harsh against your chin.

Sizzles and pops sound overhead, and you open your eyes to watch star shapes dance around Luffy's face. His cheeks are flushed, and his head is tilted back. His adams apple bobs with his raspy pants.

The stars float down over both of you, sparkling and bursting in silvery rainbow shimmers. Luffy speeds up, his hips now a blur as you do your best to take it. A star slips down to bounce off your cheek and onto the floor. It sizzles out of existence.

A slight halo glows around your lover's face.

You wrap your hands around his thighs, and suck harder. He gasps, and spills his seed into your mouth. It spurts out from the corners of your lips, filling your senses with musky bitterness.

"Shit, shit shit," he groans, arching his back as he shudders and gasps. You moan, vibrations sending through his pulsing cock.

"Sweetheart," he moans, pulling out of your mouth. He sits back on his heels, giving you room to sit up. You rub at your sore jaw, before wiping his spend off the sides of your face. It smears into the soft hairs on your forearm, sticky and sweet. He grins, and reaches forward to pull you up into a kiss. He tastes like sugar.

"Sweet," you tease him, pulling on a lock of his downy hair. He snickers, swatting your hand away. "Snackies?"

He laughs outright, slapping his belly. He giggles, hiding his face in one hand. "Shishishi, hahahahaa!" He slips backward, bouncing on the now-rubbery floor. It buoys him, snickering and rolling on the elastic tile. It rocks you, too, as you stand on shaky legs.

"Luffy," you grin, tripping over your own feet onto his smiling frame. He catches you with an oof! as two arms come to snake around you. He brings you down to nuzzle against his face, skin soft and sweaty. He breathes into your hair, inhaling deeply. His fingers scritch at your scalp, and you peak up to see his hair swirling black.

The floor steadies beneath you.

"Snackies," he agrees, before he stands up with his arms still wrapped around you.

****

[ghoul-bunny]

The situation revolving around Frost-can-bite

I'm not the type of person to make a call out but the actions taken by this indvidual and just how far they went to keep up this facade can not be looked over.

This is more of a warning for anyone who may ever have the pleasure of interacting with them in the future.

Under cut is the explanation

EDIT: I don't want to bring attention to this situation by reblogging this and adding on things to it, so it feels easier to edit with additional info that has come to light.

I do not want them chased offline, do not harass them either this is to only bring awareness so people, adults specifically can block them.

They did things to me and my friends that was fucked up and it is only recently we have realized things they did was uncalled for.

Please just approach them with caution, they still are allowed to have a space here but not within adult spaces.

I was told by someone that they had remade these two accounts are what we know off, I have blocked both of these accounts as well as ppl who were affected by him.

If you are in the smile for me fandom and see them trying to engage with adult content just block them and move on.

around three months ago I made a TADC server for adults only, it was a public server made by me and a friend as a space for adults as many current discord servers cater to minors and adults, I was aware of lot of adults felt like they didn't have a space for themselves.

In enters Frost.

Frost at the time had told us they were 19, even providing ID evidence so of course we weren't going to question it, we trusted them.

Over the past few months many of me and my friends became inceadbly close to Frost, we discussed parts of ourselves to them that we've never really shared.

Frost was even the first person I opened up about just how bad my mental illnesses are, we dicussed nsfw topics with them, we had drawn nsfw with them and even provided them nsfw art and fics.

In those few months we all cared for Frost so much that we considered them a close friend to everyone, I had even had plans to ask them to mod the TADC server with me as I had just had that much trust and faith in them.

And then a few days ago the news all came stumbling out.

A situation arose and out of nowhere Frost told me they were in fact not 19, that they had gone far enough to photoshop there own ID just so they could gain our trust. They were 15.

They were 15 pretending to be 19 in an adult server so they could see nsfw content.

Not only that but many other adults had jokingly sexually flirted with Frost and they had flirted back, as we assumed of course they were 19.

I didn't know how to respond, I just didn't believe it at first and I was dissocitating as I began to inform my friends. It felt like I wasn't even there, that I was looking at someone in a dream and that I was going to wake up and tell Frost about the very silly dream I had, and I kinda still feel like that now.

Not only did they lie about there age but they also tried to implicate two people that I will not name in there actions. Only when I caught them in that lie did they admit to not telling the truth and that these two people had nothing to do with it.

I'm not sure what there thought process for that was, I don't know if they were trying to drag them down with them or what?

Many of us still feel very numb and I can't speak for everyone but I know my trust has been completely and utterly shattered that I don't know if I will be willing to accept people outside of my social circle for a very long time.

I'm making this post because Frost decided to delete all of there socials, including discord informing me and only me they were deleting.

So after I tore through them I made sure everyone else got there say in before Frost tried to run away with there tail between there legs.

They don't seem to be fully aware what there actions have done, all they get away with is running away and knowing people are angry at him, while the rest of us have to deal with these lingering and disgusting feelings we've been left with.

For three months, he could of at any time admitted the truth, but he continued to engage in nsfw content, even engaging in conversation about why minors should not be in adult spaces.

The disgust and the hurt I feel over this is just... I don't even know, I've never felt so angry and violated before and that's saying something.

Although they have deleted I'm making this post as awareness.

We think that Frost may decided to try and come back once they think the heat has died down under a new account and I am posting this as a warning to any adults with adult fandom servers to PLEASE be aware of this person in case they decide once again to lie to worm there way into spaces they don't belong.

We have been violated and our trust broken and we've been made to feel like groomers because Frost wanted to see porn.

I will be posting this as a link in my pinned post.

So Frost if you are seeing this, I don't care how sorry you are, what you fucking did was unforgivable and I refuse to let you do that to another group of people.

We think Frost may reappear under any username with either the word Frost or Berry in it.

Frost also does not like to reblog a lot but they do like to mass like posts (not sure how helpful it is but you know.)

Frost also has a very distinct style that can be caught out easily if you think they are trying to get into an adult space.

I will post an example below.

Frost's white board style.

As you can see they have a very distinct art style and the same for there regular art

PLEASE

PLEASE be aware of these styles or names they might be under, please do not allow yourself to build up a close connection like we did.

Frost I don't think I can ever forgive you, I wish I had never met you and the only good thing that fucking came out of you was that I made friends with someone amazing and you absolutely do not deserve them.

I hope for your fucking sake we never see you again.

Edit: I am still mad at them, I still don't want them near me or my friends.

They can have there space online still, they can do whatever the fuck they want but they need to leave adult spaces alone.

Frost if your poking around on another account, seek help, please get acutal help.

I am not saying this in a mean way I am saying this in a hopes you realize how you treat all of us was fucked up and you can learn and maybe not treat your friends the same way you did to us.