#vixen's writing

[t-tomuras]

㊋ ─── • 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

Pairing: Dabi | Touya Todoroki x F!reader

Wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings: Band AU, fingering, creampie, teasing, kinda mocking, dubcon (to be safe), semipublic sex, slight nipple play, use of 'daddy'.

Notes: Repurposed writing, and who doesnt love a good romp in the public restroom?

“If I would’ve known being in a band would get me pussy this easy,” Touya pants between pointed thrusts, grabbing a handful of your breast to appreciatively knead at the soft tissue. Yanking the scoop of your low cut tank down before long for your tits to spill free for him to pinch at a pebbled bud. A satisfied sigh and mean spirited laugh leaving his lips when you keen at the sting, “I would’ve learned to deal with these losers sooner.”

He’s got you pressed into some dingy, sharpie and dying ballpoint pen graffitied men's room stall of the venue his band was set to play at tonight. Crowding your space and overwhelming your senses with ease but what else could you expect of the more dramatic member of Caustic.

Certainly not that he’d be buried to the hilt in you literal moments before they were supposed to play, using up the time he should spend warming up while the opening act, True Damage, warmed up the crowd.

Normally, meet and greets were after the show; and you’d been sure to purchase your VIPticket and backstage pass just for the chance to meet your favorite band and members, Touya being one of them. 

And imagine your elation as you’re waiting in line to have your barcode scanned and ushered in to your designated area as the tour bus arrives. Tomura, their manager, stepping off first followed by Spinner and Himiko, Twice, Compress then last, and by uncertain terms the least, your absolute favorite Touya. 

Scores of fans of all genders cheering and clamoring to the dividing rails as they walk in a line into the side entrance of the venue. Himiko slapping at every hand extended out to her with a broad smile, pointed fangs on full display only causing the raucous cheering to grow louder. Tomura waved with his barely there, practiced smile, chastised time and again that, despite being the manager he still had to seem moderately approachable. Compress and Spinner signing autographs between Twice’s impromptu photo shoots, joined by the giddy Himiko, with passing fans and Touya? 

Touya spots you. 

Brow raising in curiosity with his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he trails behind his other band mates.At first, he thinks you actually have no real interest in their appearance at all, he’s seen many an unwilling tag-along to their shows but it isn’t hard to surmise quickly this wasn’t the case. 

A man adept at reading body language, Touya sees quickly how you clutch tightly at your pass while even the employee that verifies tickets' attention is stolen by the excitement. Scrutinizing you further as he nears to see you haven’t taken a breath either, the rise in your chest in your thin excuse of a tank top stalling for a beat and it makes the man chuckle to himself. 

Sharp cerulean gaze flitting to each of his band mates to take stock of them all, figuring that if they were all absorbed with their fans why couldn’t he be? Lopsided grin splitting his features as he widens his stride, closing the distance between you both before you even realize he’s actually approaching you. Leaning his elbow against the wooden barrier and crowding your space nonchalantly, tilting his head as he ignores the unsubtle gaping of several other fans waiting in line. 

Delighting internally, as well as with external microexpressions of his face, in how your eyes widen before you look to either side of you as if it weren’t blatantly obvious who Touya’s attention was set on. Lids falling to half mast but the entertained smile on his lips never falls away, only widening further when you finally realize that yes, his attention was on you. 

Chuckling to himself when your lips part but no words form on your tongue, watching with rapt attention as you flounder without another friendly soul at your side to possibly remedy the situation. Are you really going to sit here, in front of your celebrity crush no less, and not have a single thing to say? Watch as his handsome features, accentuated by shining silver studs in his nose and left brow, relax and you worry they look to be growing disinterested. 

“You don’t have to talk,” he finally says, fingers reaching towards yours as he lifts at your tight grip. Encouraging them to fold away and lessen the tension on the poor laminate pass that accompanies your wristband for him to take a peak. Head tilting for a better view and only serving to look more catlike in nature as one corner of Touya’s full lips pulls upward in satisfaction, at least he’ll have an easier excuse than simply picking out a pretty face to scratch an arising itch. 

Everything felt like a blur from the moment he helped you over the guardrail to where you are now. Pawed at and panting for breath with appreciative growls and grunts sounding against your skin or directly into your ear. 

Pitchy keen ripping from your throat before bleeding into an unabashed moan at the feel of a sudden, harsh pinch to your hardened nipple, neglected until to this point followed by another dark chuckle, “sorry, that hurt?” voice a teasing lilt of velvet sin, “just wanted to make sure you knew you weren’t dreamin.”

Earning a pathetically cute whine and you’re increasingly growing certain he likes the sound of it by now with how often he does something to elicit one. Panting for breath as you shift to turn your head to glance at him while you arch your back, chest pressing against the sharpie laden wall for stability. Adjusting yourself subtly to set the curve of your ass against his pelvis and rolling your hips backwards to grind into him in the hopes for even a modicum of alleviating friction. Worrying the already bitten flesh of your swollen lower lip between your teeth at the feel of his hard cock beneath the layers of clothes that separate you. 

Blood warming at the sound of Touya’s hiss as his fingers grip at your hip to aid in the movement. Following the rhythm you haphazardly set, rutting his hips into yours as he dips forward to draw in a steadying breath when he finds himself nosing at your temple. Inhaling the smell of your shampoo in a wide berth, letting the intoxicating scent invade his senses before exhaling in a near shuddering breath, hot against your skin before he releases your sensitive nipple. Opting to let the web of his palm fit perfectly to the column of your throat, pads of his thumb and index fitting just around the junctures of your jaw but he applies no real pressure. 

Touya only uses it for a guide, pressing his thumb in an urge for you to turn your head so his lips can meet yours. The contact is an awkward brush at first in your surprise before you tilt further, dipping your chest and pushing your hips further into him as you adjust to a more comfortable position, eager to accept him. Sighing as the kiss seals properly, the sound you emit is something caught between a satisfied hum and a slight whimper but it's nothing less than tantalizing for him. You can feel him smile against your lips accompanied by an out of sync fan of warm breath against your skin because of it, as his broad palm and lithe digits previously settled at your hip dips lower to grip at the hem of your skirt. Bunching the material up in two easy handfuls to reveal your pair of lacy panties so his fingers can tease over the fabric. 

The pad of his middle and ring fingers tracing along the seam by your thigh, pulling at the fringe of the intricate lace as he coyly ventures towards your center. Lust addled gaze widening minutely when your thighs twitch, feet turning inward as your knees bow slightly to create a gap in the plush flesh for easier access. 

“Well aren’t you sweet,” breathed against the shell of your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder, head tilting the slightest bit so he can watch your pretty face contorted in pleasure the moment he gives you what you’ve likely dreamed about. 

Finding your clit easily over the fabric as he rubs teasingly over the garment, earning a gasp that allows Touya an opportunity to seize. Wet muscle embedded with yet another piece of surgical steel quick to taste you and you hope his hum is from the comforting flavor of your hot chocolate flavored gloss and not simply the way your thighs reflexively clenching at the stimulation before he forces his hand lower; though, regardless of the reason, the reaction itself was a confidence booster nonetheless.

As is hearing the way Touya groans appreciatively at the damp patch from just a little fevered pawing and well placed pinches, his ring and middle fingers stroking against your clothed slit, the tips of his index and pinky digging into the soft meat of your inner thighs to keep you spread as his tongue hungrily slides over yours. 

You get so lost in the kiss and feel of his fingers that you don’t notice him pulling the lacy fabric to the side until there’s uninhibited contact to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Touya presses and rolls his skilled fingers into the puffy nub so expertly that it rips a pitchy keen from your throat, so raw that he felt the beginnings of it vibrate against the skin of his palm which allowed him enough time to part from the dizzying kiss so he won’t swallow the sweet sound whole. Relishing in it as well as your breathless pants of his name as your hips twitch into his hand before he hastens in pace. 

Leaning away from you for a moment so he can simply watch you with a lidded gaze as your forehead lays over the back of your hand against the stall wall, appreciating how you react to the onslaught of pleasure he so effortlessly supplies. Whimpering pathetically before you roll your swollen bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to quiet yourself some as your climax builds, as the coil in your lower abdomen winds so tightly you teeter on the precipice of euphoria when a jolt of pain rockets up your spine. 

A yelp sounding in time with the disapproving tuts from the man behind you, “we’re at a concert, you’re supposed to be loud here. They won’t hear you over the opener.” 

And even if they did, what was anyone going to do? Take pictures? Call security? He wishes. 

“Make some noise,” Touya teases, mocking tone as the fingers at your bundle of nerves glides lower to tease at your entrance. Laxy prodding quickly turns into tentative stretching only to cascade further into vigorous pumping until you can’t even pretend to contain every rewarding noise he earns, his name falling from your tongue like a prayer and he was only using two measly fingers. 

Two thick digits that work you to the edge with ease, fingers that have you bucking desperately into his hand at his encouragement while the heel of his palm grinds into your clit, “keep going. You’ve got it, good girl, you’ll get there.”

Skin hot from the attention, mind reeling as the tension builds and you’re almost there, you’re so close before, suddenly, you feel soberingly empty. Disoriented as you turn back to see what happened.   

“Aah, fuck it. I can’t wait anymore,” a strain to his voice as he flips up your pleated skirt, thankful to your friend that taught you to roll the waistband once for it to sit higher. Uncaring of how he’d certainly ruined your favorite pair of fishnets at the sound of popping nylon with how lost in the throngs of pleasure you are. Slightly edged from his impatience and Touya chuckles when you adjust to worsen your arch, ass lifting higher at the sound of clinking metal as he unbuckles his belt and undoes his jeans. 

The height difference is awkward even with Touya’s hand at your ribs for support but he doesn’t seem to mind. Touya pressing against you once again as he fists his cock, thumb rolling over the weeping slit to work the beading pre down his shaft along with your wetness still coating his fingers before guiding himself to your entrance. 

Nudging awkwardly in his haste until you feel that satisfying stretch once more, the sensation leagues better now than his fingers alone; girthier and it sends a shiver coursing down each nodule of your spine, head lolling back to rest against Touya’s collarbone as he grabs at the underside of your thigh to lift it. 

You adjust your footing easily, supporting yourself by bracing your forearm against the wall while he presses his body into yours as Touya fully sinks into you with a throaty, relieved groan. 

And, to your surprise, he even takes a moment just to revel in the feel of how you take him. The heat of your welcoming walls raises his already elevated temperature only to worsen the moment he drags his hips back to push back into you again. Finding a rhythm that leaves you shuddering in his hold, thigh trembling beneath his fingertips and your cunt convulsing around his cock deliciously.  

“Fuck,” the simple curse all he can manage for the moment as he works you both in tandem, wet slaps and lewd squealching echoing against the tile walls drowning out the whirr of the overhead fan. The roaring crowd sounds far away now, too lost in the salacious symphony you both orchestrate now to care about anything else but you and him. 

Muttered curses, hissed growls and choked whines mixed with honeyed cries for more Touya, faster daddy fast, so so close please. 

Skin tacky with sweat worsening the clap of his pelvis against the fat of your backside, worse so when he heeds your pleas. Angling his hips and bending his knees slightly more to drive deeper into you, nudging perfectly against that spongy spot inside of you with the new angle with each thrust. Leaving you seeing stars, your hands coming back to grab at something anything besides the flat surface of the metal before you. 

Nails raking at Touya’s scalp before he hurdles you to your demise and seals his own fate to follow soon after you. Broad palm resting over your lower belly, just above your mound to press down in a way that steals your breath away. A gasp leaving plush lips before you tug harshly at soft ivory locks before fisting it all together. Arching in his hold as you finally reach your peak, wholebodied trembles telling of your euphoria if the throaty moan that vibrates against your sternum isn’t sign enough. 

He does well to work you through it for as long as he can, prolonging the feeling by rolling thick digits over your clit again until you’re gasping for breath. Setting his jaw despite his lopsided grin in an attempt to keep the pace he’s fallen into, “Where do you want me?” 

Asking you that as if you’re any more clear headed in the moment, like you aren’t currently aren’t experiencing a mind numbing pleasure only top of the line toys have provided this far is almost laughable. Velvet walls clamping rhythmically around his sensitive cock so well you’re very quickly about to lose the option of choice at all when you muster your voice.

“Don’t– don’t pull out. Inside, please daddy.” 

Works for him, “inside it is—“ carrying the last letter as he grits his teeth and finally experiences sweet rapture. Every muscle in his body untensing as he fills your cunt with hot sticky ropes. Ruts of his hips slowlinh to even rolls in time with each twitch of his cock, jerking with a tired laugh when the squeeze of your walls gives him a taste of overstimulation. Enjoying the feel of you and giving you some semblance of time to recover. Supporting you loosely while you slump against the stall wall as a quiet falls over the small area. 

Only to be ruined by Spinner bursting through the swinging doors of the restroom with an exasperated sigh just as Touya considers withdrawing his spent cock from you, “Touya, Shigaraki is looking for you.” 

“When isn’t he?” Touya rolls his eyes, tone clipped as thick digits paw at the swell of your ass so his fingertips can pull at the slick lips of your abused slit to watch his cum already beginning to leak from you. 

Tilting his head with his bottom lip rolled between sharp canines to watch as his middle and ring fingers plunge back into your sopping hole. Lewd squelching and slick clicking sounding in time with his amused chuckle along with your barely muffled moan with your cheek still pressed against the cool metal stall. Hardly recovered from the quick tryst and still oversensitive but Touya revels in that fact. Uncaring of his band mate but you’re hyper aware of the click of his heels on the tiled floor. 

Whining at the intrusion but, begrudgingly, you attempt to collect yourself, palms flat on the wall in front of you only to find yourself pressed against it once more. Touya’s chest to your back in order to keep you in place, chin resting on your shoulder as his huffed sigh fans humid breath against your damp throat. Skin tacky with sweat despite the cool air of the space, “where’re you going? I’m not finished yet.” 

Tentative smile gracing pretty features before your body jolts with a yelp as Iguchi’s broad palm slaps against the stall door and rattles it on its hinges despite the minimal force, “you are Touya. You don’t want to piss him off again.” 

But really he did, always does but he doesn’t feel like further killing his buzz by listening to Tomura’s overzealous chastising. Withdrawing his fingers from your tight cunt as you hiss at the loss, letting your foot rest flat on the floor once more and finding yourself needing to still lean against the wall but for support now. 

“Too bad,” cooed coyly as Touya pops his soaked digits into his mouth to clean them off, slapping your bare ass before flipping down your rumpled skirt. Lewd pop filling the space before he slips from the stall and around his band mates stocky frame, “maybe could’ve kept you around to blow off some steam again.”

And even as the door swings behind him as they make their way to the collective dressing room to prep for the show Touya thinks he’ll be sure to search for you in the crowd.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

Hey so can we get some zoro, law, kid, and Luffy (because why not) with bratty!reader (I think Luffy in this situation would be interesting)

i wish i could write kid. i wish. but i cannot. it saddens me deeply every night and every morning and all the hours in between. but other than that, you've got it chief 🫡 enjoy your filth mwuah <3

🌙thinkin' about: the monster trio, ace n' law! vs BRAT!

ALEXA PLAY THE ENTIRE BRAT ALBUM BY CHARLI XCX. 'S TIME FOR A BRAT THEMED POST. [NOT PROOFREAD, OKAY? OKAY.] cw: pussydrunk men. bratty reader. nsfw thoughts include: idk man they fuck you, so, penetration, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjob, they're very cock(y) hahaha. MDNI OR YA BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN TONIGHT. m.list

🍒monkey d. luffy: doesn't that excite ya?

❤️who even is monkey d. luffy if he doesn't enjoy a little bit of a challenge? so, go on. try to rile him, tease him, trying to make him bend to your whims and wishes. it's all things he enjoys, afterall. thoroughly, at that. ❤️you scoff, arms trained against your chest as if to tempt him with the lewd display, "like i said, go alone. i don't wanna visit the island with you." luffy grins, something free and boyish, "but it'll be boring without you, y'know that, right?" you try to shake him off, try to really shake off his arms snaking around your waist as he pulls you to him. he face drops down to your pulse, hot n' humid breath dancing against the light heartbeat in a sickening manner. ❤️ his arm tightens around you and his teeth nips against your skin dangerously, as if the captain of your ship was betting his sanity on your next words. but again, don't you love to rile him up? "t'wasn't boring when you were ignoring me?" you huff breathily, trying to push him away with a pathetic shove that just makes him laugh, "that? i was busy this morning, peach." "stay busy with ussop, then. go kiss him while you're at it, idiot." you push him again, trying to rid yourself of your clingy man. he just sniffs in the lingering scent of your sweet shampoo. then sighs into you, "you just love making me chase you, dont'cha?" "okay, then." his voice deepens, as if he just got the answer to your tantrum right now. arms stretching against you to hold you tightly to his chest, picking you up easily just to throw you on the bed, "wha- luffy!" your body recoils against the cushiony mattress as you stare up at the raven-headed boy, but he just grins at your momentarily immobile state, "what? let me make it upto ya, c'mon." ❤️now that luffy has you moaning into the pillow, rutting back into him so very helplessly; your voice worn out from the screaming, your hands fisting unforgivingly against the linen under you and your body aching from his unfaltering movements, he better not hear any more whines from you, brat. "d-did i make it up to, yet?" his voice climbs up a octave, all breathy and high as you spasm around his dick, "s- hah seems like you're having the time of your life— ngh, pretty girl."

🍀roronoa zoro: professional marine hunter brat tamer!

💚don't be fooled, roronoa zoro loves when you get like this. this means you get all pouty, all huffy, all annoyed at all his usual tactics. this means you're gonna try to get back at him until he has your face pressed down into the mattress as he fucks into you from behind. yeah, zoro loves this. 💚"say that again." the swordsman hums, "what was that?" "i said if you love your swords so goddamn much, go fuck 'em instead." and the man rolls his eyes in response, "was training then. i'm here now, aren't i? whatd'ya want, woman?" you huff, averting your sharp gaze from him, "nothing." and he knows this conversation like the back of his hand. the same dialogues imprinted into his head, the same gameplay, the same cat-mouse chase that's gonna end with your pretty, glossy lips wrapped around his cock. 💚"still nothing?" zoro hums, half-serious, except for the fact that he his hips piston into your warm, inviting mouth. your nails dig into his thighs, eyes looking up at him, pleading. and though zoro isn't benevolent, he pulls his erection backwards till it rests heavily against your bottom lip, "think you can speak clearly now? wanna tell me why exactly are you behaving like a fucking brat?" "s-shut up." you hiss and he hums satisfactorily at the rasp in your easy-going tone, "ah," he nudges the tip past your lips and you open just like you were waiting for him to do that, "seems like you need a little more to start sayin' what's on your mind." you hum against his dick. words reduced to nothing but primal sounds as he pushes his hips into your with purpose. he pushes into you as his tip hits the back of your throat so sinfully, and the man above you groans, "a-ah, fuck. forgot how good you take me." 💚he groans similarly, his broad hands tangling in your sweaty locks as he guides you over his cock. his hips snap faster, eyebrows furrowing in sheer concentration and soon enough, the familiar salty liquid slides down your throat. you're spluttering as he pulls his weeping cockhead backwards. as you look up at him; a divine mess of sweat, cum and your tears, zoro cannot help but quip up, "think you can speak now?" "f-fuck... you." you rasp and the swordsman guides you upwards through the iron-grip he has on your hair, "looks like you can't yet, brat. in that case, let me help."

🌊vinsmoke sanji: what if i just shut you up real, real good?

💙vinsmoke sanji was nobody if not a defender of womens' rights and wrongs. he would never even dream to shut you up but oh lord, maybe this one time will be the exception. maybe. 💙"no, i don't wanna." you huff the same sentence out again and sanji swears he almost pulls you to the bed to fuck some sense into you. he tries again, "my love, you gotta eat." "i don't have to do anything you say." you hiss, eyes narrowing at the overworked chef, "don't tell me what to do after flirting with that shopkeeper." "i just made polite chit-chat—" he really tries to defend himself but you roll your eyes, pouting at the same explanation he's given five hundred times over, "save it." ofcourse, what other route did he have other than to remind you with his actions that you were the only brat he was entertain? 💙"believe me now?" sanji mumbles momentarily, parting your thighs with his skilled hands as he experimentally sticks out his tongue to collect your honeydew on the tip, "mhm, divine." "thi-this doesn't get you off the n— hook." your head is thrown back, lips parting as he pulls you down on him completely and delves his experienced muscle into your opening. the cook hums as if he's experiencing nirvana through you and your taste, and you just grind down at him in return. "that's right—" the blonde hums, his fingers digging deeper against your plushy fat on your hips, "let me have it all, darling." "y-you're so lame, s-sanji!" your voice jumps up several octaves as he brings his tongue to your neglected clit. flicking it, he soothes the mean action with a soft lick, completely forgetting if he were to reply you. 💙it isn't till your fourth shuddering orgasm that has sanji drenched under you that you really start begging him to stop, "s-sanji, no." "what?" the man grins, his blonde stubble catching the dew against them as he looks at you, "believe me now?" "y-yes." you nod furiously as your cunt clenches around air, overtsimulated and exposed, "i-i am, i pr-promise ah, ah!" "good," the chef smiles at you so innocently, his thumb gently pressing against your throbbing clit, "let's make sure you keep that promise, love. right?"

🦋portgas d. ace: i want in on it, baby!

🧡see, you think you can be a brat? hah, no way. not while your boyfriend, portgas d. ace exists. see, how can you be the brat if he's playing along with you? 🧡ace coos, his muscular arms tucked behind his head as he pouts, "my baby's not gonna talk to me? why not?" "go ask the other crew-mates, since youmarc-oh." your jaw slacks open, lips falling into an 'o' as ace humps his short-clad pelvis into your core. he smirks, taking in your appearance, "sorry, didn't quite catch that. ask who?" "ace, you asshole! i... ah—" you whine, hips stuttering pathetically over his pelvis as you try to find even a hairsbreadth of friction. the man underneath just seems to enjoy your dilemma thoroughly, though. are you gonna stay pouty n' mad or are you gonna bat your eyelashes down at him and ask him to fuck you?? 🧡seems like the the former. "'m not gonna exp-explain mysel-f! fuck off." your head lolls backwards at his mean thrust against you. you two are in the same position you were hours back; his arms wrapped around your waist, his clothed erection against your wettened patch of cloth, and his unyielding rolls against your wet cunt. wasn't it as brutal to him as it was for you?! "really?" ace's eyebrows furrow and he scoffs, somewhat impressed with your resilience, "pretty, i don't think you understand. i can do this for hours." and from the way he smiles all dopey and satisfactorily, you don't doubt his words. not at all. you huff, erratic eyes falling on the easy-going man under you, "wh-what do you want, ugh?!" "i just want my pretty-" his thumb swipes across your parted, bottom lip, "pretty girl to tell me what she wants without being a bitch about it." "i want nothing." you huff, unyielding even as ace gives you a pointed look. he draws in a sharp breath, eyes hardening with resolve, "okay then, looks like i'd have to fuck it out of you, then." he grins as he shifts your weight and pins you down, "not that i'm complaining, obviously." it's only after he has had you cumming on his dick the third time that you babble out, hiccupping, "y-you're always so busy, ace. i don' like it." "awh, that's it?" the man above you speaks softly even as he presses his fingers together to squish your cheeks, "should've told me, gorgeous. i would've taken care of it way sooner." and maybe, maybe you were imagining things in your delirium or ace has this sadistic glint in his eyes as he says his next words, "good thing i can just make it upto ya, isn't it?"

🪻trafalgar d. water law: not his first rodeo, nor his last.

💜see, technically, you should be grateful that your boyfriend: trafalgar law even put up with you despite his rising blood pressure and headaches. does that mean you'd be nice to him? no. not when being a brat is sooo much more fun. 💜"law-ugh" the two words blend seamlessly as you stare down your boyfriend and he peers up at you through the rim of his glasses, "what now?" "would it kill you to hang out with me, huh?" you huff, taking a seat in front of his desk as you pout at him. you try to bat your eyelashes, only for it to be in vain as the doctor focuses on those wretched paperwork in front of him again. he sighs, "i wouldn't phrase it so strongly, but something like that." "law!" you whine and he almost smiles. almost. "i'm busy right now, i'll see to you later, okay?" "no, law, you always do this!" your hands come down hard on the wooden table and a rattle shakes through the room at your outburst. everything seems just a teensy bit strained, everything except law. he just looks up at you eerily calm, "throwing a tantrum, are you?" "maybe...?" your words stagnate on the tip of your tongue. but as you see law lean back in his seat, the metallic rim of his glasses catching the overhead lighting so maliciously, you smile. bingo. "'s not a tantrum, captain. jus' being honest." 💜 well, that honesty was getting fucked out of you right now. your wrists tied to the arm of his seat, your thighs parted open and his skillful fingers curling within you as your eyes rolled. ugh, that honesty was long gone. "are you done?" law asks so casually, as if he wasn't fucking your gummy walls till you writhed helplessly against the leather, "are you done throwing a tantrum?" "not. a. tantrum." you hiss, trying to sound more put-together than you actually were. and who were you trying to fool? the doctor who could tell from your reddened face and panting, quivering lips just how utterly wrecked you were? "alright, if you insist." law speaks again, unhurried as he pulls his drenched fingers outwards. your essence shines against his long digits as he passes it past your wobbling lips, "guess i'd have to try another way." you hear his belt chime as he draws it open, "ready, brat?"

a/n: tumblr literally posted this halfway without my concern so this is me re-posting it. if you saw that, then, NO you didn't. shut up. go back to reading smut. shhh, it never happened. taglist: @mist-ixx @starlightanyaaa @otkuhotgirl @bokutosbiceps @kingofthe-egirls m.list

[bizlybebo]

it’ll be 2030 and i’ll still be opening ao3 posting dsmp fic btw. the world may forget but i won’t let it. i’ve silenced my fears of this fandom dying by simply deciding to Become the fandom if it ever gets too small. i will be dragged out of this shitty minecraft role play kicking and screaming because you Cannot stop me.

[vixensp1ce]

eating you out with hsr

fem!reader, under the cut

blade gets straight to the point; why wouldn't he, when you smell so good, all wet and ready for him? he presses a gentle kiss right on your soft mound, chuckling as you whine and squirm. his tongue slides in and he groans, drawing out a sweet moan from you.

his hands are strong on your hips, fingers digging in so hard you can already feel the bruises.

"good girl," he purrs into your pussy. "taste so good..." your hips jerk at the vibration of his voice, his nose brushing your clit, and you tug on his hair, tears beginning to form. "blade, please, please..."

he looks up, mouth slick with your cum, and the sudden cold nearly makes you sob. "please what, sweetheart?" his grin is devilish, his gaze hungry.

"please, i wanna cum, please please pl- ah!"

he buries his head between your legs before you can finish your sentence, one hand spread across your stomach to hold you down, his thumb finally rubbing the sensitive nub at a pace that has you seeing stars. his tongue is so deep inside you you swear you feel it in your stomach, lapping at that special gummy spot. he's so vocal, as if he's the one being eaten out to the heavens instead, each growl and groan shuddering up your spine.

"bladebladeblade- ngh, ah~"

"louder," he growls into you amidst his slurping. "come for me, come for me..."

you oblige, your back arching with a cry that seems to echo around the room, and he slurps up every drop, promising you the night won't end like this.

jing yuan likes it slow; savouring every drop, every squirm, every whine. he suckles little marks on your inner thighs, working his way just a little closer every time. you can feel the curve of his smile as you whine and move to offer your pussy instead, but he pushes your hips down gently to kiss elsewhere.

"yuan."

"hmm?" his eyes are fixed onto your thighs, pausing to admire the constellation he's painted.

"stop that."

"stop what?" when his eyes meet yours, you can't help feeling embarrassed at how needy you are right now - how is he still so composed?

"please." you swallow, biting back your pride. "please eat me..."

the smile doesn't slip from his face, but his eyes darken triumphantly. he tells you to lean back, giving you a few more kisses, and when you least expect it, plunges both a finger and a tongue in.

"ah-!" your back arches, your pussy grinding into his still-smiling mouth. "tha~nk you- mmph, thank you-"

you respond to his every move; curling his finger has you rippling in pleasure, sucking strongly on the outside of your pussy has you keening and trying to suck him in. he can feel himself so hard already, aching to feel your ribbed walls snug around his dick.

[teecupangel]

What about a kitsune Desmond, a white fox appears shortly after Altaïr's birth white as snow with one black leg and golden eyes it follows Altaïr for his entire life seemingly never aging and smarter than any animal should be. Years after Altaïr's death Des feels a pull and shows up at the birth of Ezio and gains a second tail, the same trend continues with the Frye twins, the Kenways and the other two post Altaïr protagonists whose names escape me right now which if my math is correct leaves him able to get his ninth tail as he steals his infant self from the farm

I'd imagine he'd get more powers from each tail he grows maybe foxfire with his second (fire that burns as bright as the sun) and gaining a human form around 4 or 5

I’m going to be honest with you, nonny, I know a bit about kitsunes, specifically fox spirits, because one of my favorite characters during my childhood is Daji (specifically Dakki from the og Houshin Engi anime) and I never stopped loving her in all her malicious tyrannical glory.

While fox spirits/kitsunes can be benevolent or malicious, a lot of fox spirits are shown to be trickster.

… and seducers.

Like, being able to shapeshift into beautiful women and men who ‘bewitches’ or seduces humans are signs of how old a fox spirit is XD

But I kinda like the idea that Desmond remains as a fox the entire time, never changing in size or weight.

His tails can easily be ‘disguised’ into one tail by making sure they all move as one so it just looks like he has one big bushy tail (which is strange but not ‘mythical’ strange).

Now, we want Desmond to have 9 tails so the list of people would be:

his initial tail

Altaïr’s

Ezio’s

Edward’s

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s

Arno’s

Evie’s

Jacob’s

The ninth tail would be his own infant self.

My suggestion for his powers are, depending on how many tails he has, he unlocks:

Immortality and eternal youth (default)

Foxfire (kitsunebi) – the number he can summons grows with the number of tails he has

Dream sharing with his current connection (Ezio, Ratonhnhaké:ton, etc) – he always appears as Desmond Miles in their dreams

Shapeshifts to Desmond Miles

Shapeshifts to any human he is familiar with (having genetic connections with them makes it faster to shift to their form)

Shapeshifts to anything that is not human

Possession (having a genetic connection with Desmond Miles makes it easier to possess that person)

Ability to cast illusions that are almost impossible to distinguish from reality

Omniscience due to a direct connection with the Calculations

(These are all powers that are more or less seen in kitsune stories. If you think there’s too many shapeshifting powers, kitsunes are also known for being able to turn invisible, can fly, bend time and space or make people crazy)

Oh and making Desmond a white kitsune is *chef’s kiss*. In folklore, a white kitsune has reaches the top of its powers and is called celestial/heavenly which is a good foreshadowing on how powerful Desmond could become.

If I may suggest, whenever Desmond uses his foxfire, his tails is engulfed in white flames like this (but white and gold and without the ‘seal’:

[t-tomuras]

༺༻ ─── • 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

Pairing: Jing Yuan x Foxian!reader

Warnings: Teasing, fingering, slight pussyjob, nipping, slight clawing, light marking, biting, creampie

Wordcount: 3.1k

Notes: Here I am tentatively trying to dip my toes into the fandom with the dozing general < 3

Even the general has his vices, requiring moments of reprieve as he sees fit, what with the stresses of his position of authority despite how effortlessly carefree he can always appear to be. 

As does your own position, operating in tandem with the general on assignment as the Realm Keeping Commissions liaison, always maintaining an air of detached professionalism while equally being hospitable to uphold the Xianzhou’s pristine reputation while dealing with various crises simultaneously. Spine always pin straight, seeming perpetually perfectly posed from the moment you stand next to your general to the second you’re finally within the sanctity of solitude. 

Save for one other, that is, as his fingers trace down the exposed skin of your back after unclasping the fasteners on the high collar of your ensemble. 

“How do you dress yourself alone in the morning?” Jing Yuan questions on a light chuckle after shedding the ornamentation of his uniform followed by the layered top until his torso is bare before you. “It seems as though you always require aid to remove it.” 

“Then who better to supply it than the protector of the Xianzhou himself?” Cooed coyly before you spin on the balls of your feet, perfectly manicured tail sweeping the ground as fabric pools around them after it slips from your body. Stark nude as you drape yourself against Jing Yuan, reaching to loop your arms around his shoulders as he presses you into him by the small of your back. The soft flesh of your full chest crushed to the hard planes of his own, wasting no time in increasing contact with him as your lips seal over his own with a barely subdued hunger.

A kiss that’s returned with fervor as you’re walked backwards to his elegantly decorated mattress, too big for one man to occupy. Adorned with all the comforts one could crave, only complete when he lays you in it; so it’s fortunate you’ve come to warm it more often as the man that holds you works to soothe your worn bodies and sate shared salacious needs.  

Between the satin sheets and crushed velvet comforter you can truly see how tense he typically is as it translates into the passion you like to believe transcends a ‘mutually beneficial’ exchange between the both of you. You could convince yourself of it with the way he devours you in private if you caught the lingering glances in public, but always with your back turned or caught in conversation with other political figures and offworld visitors alike. 

Even so he likes to take his time with you, generous with his foreplay and typically you relish it but it’s been a long day of nonstop interaction. 

Whining into starving kisses when your general takes your wrists in one broad palm to halt you in the process of undoing his belt and shedding away the final layers of clothing that separate you from carnal contact. 

Writhing beneath him in a vain attempt to free yourself before his free hand is pinning your hips to the plush pillowtop while slotting himself between your spread legs. Close enough to feel the heat of his body but not enough to truly experience it even as you arch into the kiss. 

Eager tongue breaching the seam of his lips with a mewl, goading Jing into indulging in you, if even slightly. One hand still holding fast to both of yours, keeping your arms above your head while the hand at your hip slides beneath your body. Aiding in your arch as he caresses the small of your back, sinking slightly as he trails kisses from your lips, over your jaw and along your throat. 

Open mouthed and wanting, urging your thighs to reflexively clench at his sides, groaning when the only contact to your quickly dampening folds is his lower abdomen. Slicking the tantalizing trail of hair from his navel to his pelvis before Jing Yuan finally affords you with some reprieve. 

Touch blazing when calloused pads from years of finely honed swordplay roll over your sensitive bud. Melting easily into Jing Yuan’s touch as your hips twitch upwards, jerking needily and it births a softened expression on handsome features, neglected cock tenting his trousers as your pretty voice grows in volume. 

Soft whimpers crescendoing into sweet mewls in time with the slick clicking of your cunt as he preps you. Giving you just enough to feel good, to loosen up in more ways than one, but not tip you over the edge, not yet. 

Fixing you with a relaxed gaze as he props himself up slightly, fingers gliding through steadily soaking folds for thick digits to tease at your entrance. Prodding lazily until a well timed buck of your hips paired with a frustrated noise from plush lips forces his fingers to fill you.

Sighing out in relief even as he chuckles at your impatience, momentarily conceding to you now as he curls his fingers perfectly into that spongy spot that has you seeing stars the infinite cosmos could never compare to. Well versed in your body by now as he pumps his fingers expertly but he keeps the friction to your clit from the heel of his palm to a minimum. 

Winding the coil in your lower belly gradually while you’re steadily consumed in an inferno from meager kindling. Taunting you with release and you know it the moment your lidded gaze flits to his. 

Years of working closely with the man has allowed an ease in understanding his motives, you could read him like a book by now. Rolling your hips up into his hand and you can feel Jing Yuan pull back slightly before you click your tongue at him. 

Grasping at his wrist tightly, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the amused quirk to his brow before you force yourself to soften. Loosening the knit of your brows to look more pleading than frustrated as you cup the general's cheek, pad of your thumb swiping affectionately over the mark that decorates the outer corner of his eye. 

“Kiss me,” a suspire of a sound as you sit up slightly while letting your fingers caress along his jawline before tilting his chin up. Leaving him to chuckle under his breath before chasing your lips, caging you beneath him as you lay flat amongst his pillows once more. 

Knees falling further open as if to make more room for him before your fingers fiddle with the copious buckles securing the harness like belt to his pelvis. Fumbling to undo the final clasp as his tongue swipes over your own, supplying a whine of annoyance for him to swallow when his hand rests over your increasingly frustrated fingers. 

“Require assistance?” Voice bearing a teasing lilt as he, much to your relief, effortlessly undoes his belt and pushes down the layers of his bottoms before lowering himself to you. Flushed tip gliding through your folds to coat himself in your wetness, rutting slowly into you with shallow rolls. Each rock leaves you twitching with every sweet kiss to your clit until your thighs wrap around his hips and the movement finally has Jing Yuan catching on your entrance. 

Sighing at the feel of him, thighs tensing as if that alone could hold him in place as your fingers press insistently into his latissimus muscles. Mewling slightly as he dips for a kiss, uttering a low “so eager,” against your lips. 

“You tease,” it could almost be taken in admonishment if a pleasured purr didn’t taint the tone. 

“I savor,” exhaled on a stolen gasp as he finally sinks into you, stretching you slowly. Staying true to his comment as he fills you inch by inch, broad palms pushing down on your hips as you arch from the mattress up into him. 

Finally tipping you over the edge for the first time tonight as he buries himself to the hilt, velvet walls convulsing sinfully around his cock as he drags his hips backwards slowly. Glancing down at where your bodies are joined to admire how you take him, relish the creamy rings that coat the base of his cock before your ankles hook at the base of his spine. Digging your heels into the toned flesh insistently, silently pleading for more.

Wrapping your arms around him in an embrace as you cling to Jing Yuan, rolling your lower body in time with the slow strokes he gives you but it isn’t enough. Shuddering breath along the shell of his ear, panting and whining while you try to hasten the pace but Jing Yuan has always been one for leisure. 

Chuckling into your own ear as he uses one arm to stabilize himself on the mattress while the other holds you to him. Low coo’s of ‘I’ve got you, slow down’ in contrast to your breathless ‘faster Jing Yuan, more.’ 

Frustration mounting when you feel the general flex corded muscles and expend a modicum of strength to keep you from bucking haphazardly and hastily into him. 

Leaning back just enough for golden irises, alight in the night, to drink in the desperate furrow of your brow and needy pout to pretty features. Softening him with the display so easily as the pad of his thumb swipes over the apple of your cheek before leaning down for another kiss as his arms lips beneath your back to press you into him. 

There’s an inherent tenderness to the action, the slow meld of his lips to yours before his tongue breaches the seam to taste you once more. Every encounter from the very beginning with Jing Yuan has been the epitome of intimacy and typically you reveled in it but tonight you’re starving. 

Evident in how you nip at his lower lip, pulling it away playfully before releasing it only to chase the contact again. Amusing Jing Yuan in the process, softening him as your hands splay over his broad back and knees climb higher as they frame his tapered waist now. Pelvis angled to feel each stroke deeply enough to steal air from your lungs, rip gasps from kiss swollen lips that leaves your general curious of just how delectable you look for him now. Urging him to pull back and bask in your pleasure, momentarily distracted as he appreciates the view. 

It allows you the opening to thrust your weight into his, allowing you to roll your bodies and switch the position. Straddling Jing Yuan now and his surprise fans the flames of your hunger, chasing his lips as your palm pushes into his shoulder. Pinning him to the mattress as you inhale deeply, exhaling with a throaty groan of relief as you rise and fall on his cock in a pace you have easier control of. 

But even still, his hands find the natural curve of your body, resting them leisurely as his head falls back into the mound of pillows.

“You seem especially worked up today.”

“Why would you think that, General? Could it be that I already had a tight schedule before receiving more work thanks to your delegation?” Your usually sweet and placating tone takes on a slight hiss as your nails dig into his shoulder blades, threatening to break skin as his hips slow in the methodical rhythm. Leaving you to emit a noise of complaint when even your attempts at bouncing to maintain the build of pleasure proves fruitless, resorting to pouting with agitated flicks of your ear. 

“Oh so you’re angry with me, is that what this is?” Clicking your tongue over his glib tone before a much more vocal whine rips from your throat when broad palms force your own hips to still. 

“Yes, I am angry and you’re doing well to exacerbate the feeling,” finally fixing him with a glare he thinks is precious as your delicate digits uselessly pry at his calloused ones.  

He gives a haughty face, handsome features fixed with that placating gaze he uses to diffuse the Grand Diviner as if that’ll melt away the scowl that pinches at plush lips. Eyes rolling at how Jing Yuan only chuckles at you now, the sound growing more boisterously as you swat away the hand that grips at the base of your tail and runs down the expanse of it affectionately. 

Adding a teasing, ‘so fierce’ when your ears pin backwards and your lip snarls. Writhing in his hold for a moment and your lids flutter at the fleeting friction applied to your clit. Grinding slowly until a shallow breath shudders from your lips, a gasp broken by a moan following suit as the hands at your hips drag you along his pelvis. Aiding the movement for a moment before your general is adjusting to sit up, pressing at the small of your back to keep you close to him as he does so. 

“Forgive me, little fox,” husked against the apple of your cheek as he moves in languid strokes, methodically and pointedly to reach all the places that make you twitch involuntarily. 

Jing yuans forehead nudging against your own, nose brushing yours and his lips a hairsbreadth away from your own. Humid puffs of breath mingling in the minimal space but he pulls away when you mean to close the gap, interrupting you with a cooly insistent, “forgive me.” 

“Fine,” your reply tinged with the slightest bit of exasperation before he’s muffling your clipped ‘forgiven.’ Swallowing the sound to keep for himself as he cups the curve of your skull. Limbs now lax with no intention of inhibiting your pursuit of pleasure. 

Whatever he did now, save for holding you still completely, would give you stimulation regardless. Bouncing eagerly and earnestly on his lap as your head lolls back, palms splayed out on whatever sculpted surface of his skin you could reach as pitchy keens tumble from your lips so much more effortlessly now. 

Feeling the telltale coil of your impending climax wind tightly in your lower belly and you chase the feeling, pelvis jerking into Jing Yuans. Racing to rapture and he doesn’t stop you now, makes no move to slow you down at all and relishes in how much noisier you become. 

Airy moans and soft babbling of his name slip from your tongue before you’re lost in the euphoria. Gasping sharply as the coil gives way and the feeling is so intense you think your vision blurs, not realizing the pearly tears that have gathered in your lash line are the cause. 

Nails digging deeply into your generals back as he fucks you through the high, rutting up into you with equal fervor. Filling the room with a cacophony of lewd squelching, the wet slap of skin, low growls and sweet ‘ah ah ah’s’ punctuated by hurried bounces. 

Until you show no signs of stopping, sure to coast into overstimulation and he’s well aware of what that does to you in the afterglow of your coupling. Leading to strong hands gripping more insistently to hold you to his body; his own climax could wait for now. 

Using his strength to halt your movements and threatening to ruin your return to rapture but you voice your displeasure less petulantly than before. Usually rounded pupils now narrowed into slits as your head snaps back to Jing Yuan's face. Confusion marring his face, hand rising to push hair from your face and his lips parting to explain himself before your fingers knot into long ivory locks. Yanking with enough force to angle his head to the wide and expose porcelain skin to sink your teeth into the sensitive flesh of his trapezius muscle.

Surprising the both of you that births a harrowing moment of clarity from the craze. Not from the deep groan that rumbles in his chest and reverberates against your own or the way he grips you with a near bruising force.

But from the following warmth that fills you full and how Jing Yuan’s biceps flex and tighten around your body while his own suddenly seizes. Turning his face to tuck his nose into your throat as his hips jerk up into your own for sticky seed to paint your walls in pearly ropes. 

Pulling a pleased hum from you as the fingers knotted in his stylishly disheveled locks loosen to move higher and rake soothingly at his scalp. Grinding slowly, rolling your lower body in languid circles to work your general through his sudden climax. Milking him for all he’s worth as you nudge gently at him, thoroughly enjoying how, in moments like these, he’s the most pliant. 

“Oh? That’s new,” giggling softly, voice a sweet coo that bears no real tease to the man, considering you quite liked his reaction. 

Now moving to brush your lips against the charming mark that adorns the outer corner of his eye as you follow the sculpt of his skull. Smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as his thumbs dig into the spaces where your legs connect to your pelvis, kneading small circles as Jing Yuan works to steady his breathing. 

The heaving of his broad chest gradually slows to even draws by the time you reach his throat, tongue swiping to taste the saline of his tacky skin and feel his thrumming pulse beneath your wet muscle.  

Another tinkling giggling sounds in the space between you as your innocent lapping turns to teasing nips dotted between insistent suckles in order to marr pristine alabaster. Earning a groan from Jing Yuan as his jaw tilts upwards reflexively, lolling slightly as you cradle his jaw opposite of your affections. 

Only satisfied with your work when you can already see the beginnings of bursted blood vessels bloom in the shape of your lips. Sighing as your litter him with more loving kisses as your general adjusts your positions, finally laying down to bask in the post coital bliss. 

Only moderately lamenting the loss of that full feeling you only ever receive when you’re alone with him. 

Taking a moment of reprieve yourself as you stare up at the ceiling before you feel Jing Yuan flex to pull you closer to him. Leaning up yourself to lean against his torso, drumming your fingers along his chest before tucking stray strands of starlight locks behind his ear. 

“I wish you the best of luck explaining the budding bruise near your Adam's apple, General.” 

“I’m certain the Realm Keeping Commission wouldn’t mind loaning me their most competent and dutiful administrator for all my delegation needs.” 

Caressing his jaw lovingly, body now free of the day's tension as your mold into Jing Yuan’s side. Silent for a full moment before your nails poke gently into the soft flesh of his cheek as you press into his skin and angle his head to meet your gaze, “don’t push your luck.” 

[bitchimasnake-sss]

Okay so.. what if the monster trios partner just randomly swapped from bottom to top in the middle of freaky time (pretend the word freaky has that funny ass font)

oh,,, you mean 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 freaky. i hear you, i see the vision, and i must torment these men. ps: gonna add ace n law just for funsies <3

🌙thinkin' about: the monster trio, ace 'n law! vs switchin' things up!

VERY SHORT DRABBLES, OKAY? OKAY. NOT PROOFREAD, OKAY? OKAY. cw: pussydrunk men. dom-ish reader. nsfw thoughts include: handjob, teasing, cocky and pathetic men, creampie, doin' it raw. oh, and pussydrunk men. okay, thats it. MDNI OR ILL HUNT YOUR PETTY ASSES. m.list

🍒monkey d. luffy: tonight, let me be your little plaything.

❤️he just laughs when you thread your fingers through his hair and pull it backwards so meanly, "hah, what's wrong?" "w-wanna be on top," you pull him downwards, trying to turn him around and your captain complies happily. too happily, perhaps. grinning, he turns around to be on his back and uses his firms hands to stabilize you on his aching dick. "are you sure? i can—" luffy tries to ask, tries to really show you what a thoughtful and careful captain he is. but you just tilt your face downwards, and you drink in any enquiries he has like it is water. his mouth parts, lewd strings of saliva glistening between you as you slowly sink down on his length, and promptly moan into him as he finally bottoms out. as he looks up at you, he cannot help but fuck upwards into you harder. your hair sticks to your forehead and chest, the strands plastered against your soft skin like modern art, your lips parted and lust-driven, haze eyes trained on him as if he was your prey for tonight. his voice stutters slightly, body tensing in anticipation as you gently run a finger across his taut chest, "w-what?" "shh, let me take care of you tonight." you swipe your thumb across his bottom lips as his eyes roll back as your neat, manicured fingers dig into his chest. as you bounce on his lap, he lets out such pretty, vulgar noises, "mhph baby, l- harder." "harder?" you circle your hips, the motion almost enough to send you both into a orgasmic bliss. luffy digs his fingers into the fat of your hips, bruising and breaking the skin. eyes barely open, his lips slack open as his pace falters, "s-shit, so good. keep going, fuck—" "as you wish, cap'n."

🍀roronoa zoro: don't try something you cannot keep up with.

💚"hm?" the swordsman quirks an eyebrow, his flushed face looking down at you with tepid anticipation, "what now, woman?" you had been pawing at his bicep, weak fingers curling against the taut muscle as if to sway him physically. you pout, the expression enough to disbalance even the greatest, "i wanna be on top, today." "huh?" the swordsman grins in return, gliding his flushed tip against your clit easily, familiarly. as if it was a routine he was well-versed in. well, technically, one could say that. when he speaks, his tone is that of mockery, "think ya can handle that? your thighs start burning after two pumps, 'm not kidding—" "—shut up, why don't y-you, zoro!" your breath hitches at the sudden sensation of zoro abandoning your aching cunt. scoffing, he pulls you up, "alright then," the swordman lays down, pulling you on top of him firmly. gazing up at you with a challenge drawn into his features, he husks, "c'mon, show me what you're made of." "don't get co-cocky. i'm gonna ruin you tonight." you hiss as his length toys against your inviting opening. you throw your head back at the feeling the intimate veins and ridges against your gummy walls as he sinks in deeper and deeper and depper. zoro hisses, "shi- hah. easy now." rocking your hips, you both moan as he finally bottoms out. looking down at the (once) cocky swordsman, you're delighted to find a man entranced by you. his half-lidded gaze falls on you, lips parting as he raises his hips to slam into you, "go on, s-show me what you can do." you laugh, something sort of airy, as you thrust back into him with just as much vigor. your pace fastens and you swear you see his eyes roll back as he gasps, "ngh shit. w-wait a min—" resting your palms flat against his chest, you rasp, "don't order me around tonight, roronoa."

🫐vinsmoke sanji: whatever my girl says, i do.

💙you could ask vinsmoke sanji to give his life up for you and he would in a second. so, don't expect him to question you as you close the door behind and push him onto your shared bed, unbutton his blue shirt and tell him you want him right now, right here. of course, he doesn't question, but that doesn't mean he doesn't quirk an eyebrow and address you breathily as you straddle his clothed hips, "what's with the haste, love?" "need you." you admit so quickly that you're surprised your words sound coherent at all, "need y'so bad." "hm?" the cook hums in delight as you rub against him even with all your clothes on. his strong arm wrapped around your torso, bringing you down to face him. his breath is hot against your lips, "that bad, darling?" before the cook can attempt to turn you around and pin your to the mattress, your hand tug his wrists to pin them up instead. he doesn't even struggle under you, accepting his fate all-too-happily as you rasp from above, "no. you're bottom tonight, vinsmoke." and you're crazy if you think sanji does anything but grin in delight, fighting an erection and the insane urge to submit to you fully within a second, "as you say, ma'am." the cook of your ship moans under you as rut against him. your lewd fluids seeping into the fabric of his dress slack and drenching his weeping cock in such an unholy manner. his breath stutters as your pace fastens, as you throw your head backwards and push yourself harder against him. "g-gonna tease me all night long, gorgeous?" the cook smiles deliriously and you tug his tie to pull him up and kiss him senseless. admitting through hot pants and restrained breaths, "if that's what you want, then sure." "i'm all yours." the cook admits dopily, his lips still entangled against you as your aching cunt rubs against his straining erection, "whatever you say, goes." "in that case," you pulled your top off easily, looking down at him unhurriedly, "strip."

🦋portgas d. ace: oh really? think you can do this? yes, yes you can.

🧡"oh, baby." ace throws his head back, his pretty locks falling backwards to show his pretty face, "don't tease me like that." "like what?" you echo back, looking down at your boyfriend so innocently as his arms tighten around you, "i was s'posed to be finishing paperwork, angel." "do that, then." you softly take off his hat, putting it on yourself against the backdrop of his moans, "i'm not saying anything." "y-your hands are saying more than enough." and at his words, you tilt your head downwards to see the sight of your hands fisted around his pretty cock. your thumb swipes over his wet slit and ace moans, his arm going slack against you, "sh-shit, okay. i get it, you wanna fuck. i won't make you wait." his arm tightens around your waist once over as he picks himself up from the chair he was sitting on. dragging himself to the bed, he throws you just to cage you under him. "no." you say loud enough for him to stop, "what is it?" you entangle your index against his red-beaded necklace and pull him downwards just to ghost at his lips, "i'm going on top tonight." the section-commander just quirks up his eyebrows in delight, "really?" and in a minute you're on top of him, looking down at such a flush-faced, shirt-less man. ace hums, "okay, then. have your fun. i've missed seeing you like this." you adjust his hat, the beaded string dangling as you rid him of his pants, "and i've missed making you cry out my name." "hm?" ace hums hotly into the air, balancing himself on his elbows to peer up at you, "guess we have a lot of catching up to do." his voice waivers pathetically as you run your soft hand up and down his shaft, looking at him with your predator-like gaze, "seems so." you lick the tip languidly, tasting the salty pre on your tongue. moving your hand up and down, never once breaking eye-contact, you command, "now shut up, and let me do the talking." "as you wish, angel."

🪻trafalgar d. water law: don't give the man new kinks, please.

💜"captain," you say the word so softly that law finds himself keening at just the sound of your voice. his voice is breathless, raspy, undone from the way he was thrusting within your gummy walls, "y-yeah, what?" you look into his eyes, words falling into an easy smile, "change positions, please?" and soon enough he realizes that that's not a question, rather a command, "i wanna be on top." and so, law complies. mostly, to flatter his own ego when you'd get tired and complain about your thighs burning like you always do when you're on top, but a little bit to make your bratty ass happy. with his tattooed chest on display and his arms tucked behind his tousled head, law looks up at your leisurely, "go on." you grin, hips moving down so suddenly to take all of him in, "wasn't waiting for your permission, captain." shit. and now, law might be the one going into a neuro-psychotic breakdown from the way you move your hips. up and down, sideways, sometimes circling him as your greedy, snug cunt swallows him whole. your gummy walls gnaw at him, pulling at him so greedily that he has no choice but to buck up fiercely, white-knuckle the linen sheets and purse his lips lest he utter something so embarrassing. "what's wrong?" you ask in that same airy tone, as if oblivious to the way your snug cunt was sucking him in and milking him dry, "having fun?" "ohmygod," the captain brings up a tattooed hand to his face, covering his eyes as his hips buck up into you wildly, "don't stop, don't fucking stop." his voice falters. it quietens pathetically, in a manner that is so unlike him, "p-please." "that good?" you ask softly, tracing your index finger up till it lands against the column of his throat. as you close your hands around his throat, you can feel the stuttering breaths under his skin, "law?" "wh-what?" his eyes widen as he takes his hand off, and you squeeze his throat in response, "ya like it?" the fact that you feel his hips stutter under you, his breath fasten and the familiar, warm fluid splatter against your walls should be enough of an answer. "seems like you do."

a/n: how much do i love pathetic men? yes. AND OKAY YEAH THIS ONE'S FOR THE HOT GIRLS WHO GET TIRED AS SOON AS THEY GO ON TOP (like me 😞). anyways, my writer's block goes wild. either i don't write for two weeks or i write like five things in one day. anyways, this is a scheduled post, hope you hotties enjoy mwuah <3 m.list

[bizlybebo]

still going mad over grizzly’s writing and establishment of the world of riptide btw.

a lot of writers (me included) accidentally end up with a pitfall where once a location is “left” by the main pov, it kind of stops existing/being relevant until it’s needed again, leading to tiny lil disconnects in immersion.

riptide has literally never had this at all. the world of mana feels like it is real and breathing beyond the scenes that we see; events that happen in the world “off-screen” or events that happened a long time ago (ex: death of empress malice) have long-term impacts and real consequences.

just a tiny lil detail about jrwi that i’ve noticed and absolutely adore as someone currently working on a massive worldbuilding project myself :)

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

Wriggling helplessly in Phoneless Hell rn but please let me release demons out here. CW for foxvery stepcest

Anyway what if Foxy got to grow up with a rich dad with whom she has a fraught relationship due to her mom's untimely and frankly mysterious death. She has everything she could ask for except for what she really wants and her dad's numerous gifts don't fill the void. As her 20th birthday approaches, he decides to remarry and hope to offer to her now what she didn't have as a kid, a mother figure.

And Avery, who's at risk of being thrown out of her company due to recent scandals involving altering important documents to embezzle large sums of money takes the first chance to jump out of the fire by being Way Too Nice to her boss, who takes the bait immediately. She's too nice to be involved in that kind of thing, too kind, attentive and selfless. And beautiful, even if her age is starting to show! And Avery goes along with it, yes, sure she'll meet his little daughter, they can surely build a beautiful family. And she gets to keep the job, of course, even if now having to bed the boss was part of it, she's determined to cling to it with tooth and nail.

Anyway, he brings Avery home and it's. Well. Turns out that the way her soon-to-be-husband talked about his daughter was a bit misleading. For starters, she isn't a cute little girl, but a bratty 19-year-old with a too-sharp tongue who dresses like they're stuck in a permanent heat wave and hates her fucking guts. Foxy seems to instantly sense that Avery's heart isn't in it at all, and immediately starts treating her new stepmom callously. Making gold-digging jokes that Avery has to laugh off, commenting on her outfit (The audacity! At least she's wearing something!) and generally being miserably hard to get along with. And now that Avery is going to be at their house much more often, that's just a permanent pebble in her shoe that she has to deal with. Great.

Then one day Avery just snaps. Maybe it was the third wet towel left over her expensive purse this week, maybe it was another morning the little princess came home drunk and pretended to spill something on her, but she snaps. Just grabs a fistful of what she thought were extensions at first, but were just too soft to the touch and she minds her strength to not scalp the girl as much as she deserves it a little, and then she almost gloats over the whimper she hears before getting really close to Foxy's face and telling her that either she fixes her attitude, or Avery will fix it for her.

She tries not to think of how transfixed she was in how Foxy's skin flushed darker, how her eyes watered a little and how her eyes seemed to reflect something that definitely wasn't fear. A surprisingly small "Yes, ma'am" is her only response before Foxy scurries off to her room.

Foxy does not, in fact, fix that attitude. Well, she's better behaved in front of her dad, to his delight, but whenever they're alone she does it over and over again, her childish pranks, trying to trip Avery as she walks or stealing her drinks while she's still drinking them while making eye contact. It only really stops whenever Avery gives her a scathing look before giving her a good, and frankly relieving slap, and she supposes it's lucky that she hasn't denounced Avery's temper to her dad yet, but not only does the little cunt go right back to her ways after a while, she seems to be trying to spend even more time bothering Avery personally.

It's then that Avery cracks the code, one day. But she has to test it out, and her correction methods start to change. Another little joke in the kitchen gets Foxy shoved face down over the counter. She pretends to be about to spank her and then just leaves the confused, clearly aroused girl there. Avery ignores most of her provocations, all the different ways the brat has found to call her a hag and a gold-digger and holds back the outrage, if a little bit of amusement at one particular way too bold comment on the possible sag of her tits rather than trying to correct them while they're alone, frustrating Foxy, then suddenly pinches her thigh under the dinner table until it hurts, making the girl have to hold down her whimpering and pretend it's the spicy food making her red in the face.

In the back of her mind, Avery is concerned. Maybe this is an elaborate ploy to expose her true colors, and this is the only reason why she still avoids Foxy when she can afford to do it as the girl seems to want to bring out the worst in her, but then one day the marriage proposal comes. She's been such an angel in their lives, Foxy's dad says, and his daughter's been so much happier, so much better behaved, says she's been wanting to finally get more involved in his work.

Of course Avery will accept it, and there's some sort of dark, heavy feeling that coils around her heart and drips to her lower belly as she thinks of how much more time she'll spend with her new stepdaughter, that insufferable brat whose blushing, teary-eyed face had seared itself into her mind. And she pretends that it's not the almost overwhelming desire to see it again, but love for her fiancé that makes her smile so much as she accepts the proposal;

[t-tomuras]

♔ ─── • 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Tenko Shimura x F!reader

Warnings: College / quirkless AU, Tomura is Tenko, mention of breeding, creampie, gentle bullying, orgasm denial, oral ( f receiving ), marking, biting, edging

Wordcount: 7k

Notes: A rework of one of my first ever fics. I.. got carried away. Thank you to beloved kitty cat for reading my insanity

You saw him often in the university’s library, tapping away at whatever handheld he felt like playing on that day while slouched in a beanbag chair, taking advantage of the usual silence in a much less productive way; depending on who you asked that is, certainly not Tenko himself. Sporting his usual ratty hoodie with fraying cuffs and the drawstrings unevenly tugged around him with the hood of it drawn over stylishly unstyled mop of ivory. 

You often wonder what holds his attention so steadfastly, what captivates him for hours, not that you watch him the entire time! You utilize the high speed internet for your class work and research assignments, it’s not your fault that the time you both spend in the common area overlaps so often. Tenko likely needs the wifi too, it only worsens your curiosity. 

You’d like to approach him, you would. Be like anyone else that meanders around him or approaches him without qualm or hesitation. Undeterred by the resting scowl the man wears regardless of what he’s doing, paired with his indifferent affect, painted Tenko as a silent loner.  

He was intimidating to you, simply put. 

It didn’t help that the few people he talked to on a semi-regular basis always seemed to agitate him, or at the very least, he was just indifferent to their presence while he was occupied. 

Can't really say you blame him either though, you were acquainted with one of the pair that stands with him now. 

Well, ‘acquainted’ didn’t seem like the best word to use for the man with dyed onyx locks and more piercings than college credits, Touya Todoroki, better known by the nickname ‘Dabi’. He was from your psych class, hardly spoke and really could hardly ever be bothered to show up to lectures either. He’s a notorious flirt though, your typical ‘bring him home on the holidays to piss off your father’ aesthetic. You’re not sure you’ve ever had a substantial interaction with him outside of Touya stealing (not borrowing as he calls it) your good and expensive pens or rolling your eyes.

And it seems like a common reaction to him in general as you watch Tenko sneering at him while Touya invaded his space, again, today while another… friend, stands idly nearby on his phone as he leans against the desk nearest to the pair.

That one seems much more approachable, relaxed and casual demeanor giving him a more inviting aura. Conventionally attractive with his sandy blond hair artfully disheveled and well cared for facial hair if you didn’t include his unruly brows; he wasn’t quite as tall as the pair before him but had a stockier build to him. He spots your discrete gawking while Touya fights with Tenko over the handheld, grin tugging at full lips as he glances between you and the quarreling duo before he saunters over. 

Too late for you to pretend your attention wasn't held by their hissed whispers and quieted antics or for you to quickly gather your scattered belongings and hightail it from the area, so you opt to straighten your spine and fight the heat stinging your nape. Clearing your throat awkwardly as you close your neglected laptop and the barren research paper left open on the screen.

“Name’s Keigo, Keigo Takami,” he introduces himself first, bending at the waist to lean against the desk you’d commandeered as a workstation for the time being, “something caught your eye, sweets?”  

The way he flashes another grin in a bid to appear just a bit more charming as he rests his chin in his hand annoys you. Keigo is charismatic, you can admit, but you don’t care for it, especially not after being caught staring, so you’re honest with your response, “who’s that guy you were talking to?” 

You know who Tenko is, but he doesn’t need to know the full extent of your interest in him, just that you’re interested in general if not to make it blatantly clear your interest isn't in him specifically. Turning your attention back to your studies as you lift the screen of your laptop again and place your fingers over the keys so you don’t have to watch Keigo visibly deflate at your flippant tone.

He’s quick to recover though, leaning back up to partially rest against the edge of your table like he was across the room, folding his arms over his broad chest as he watches Touya palming Tenko’s face and holding the handheld higher in the air childishly. Keigo’s shoulders sagging as he tilts his head, rolling his eyes as he turns to you, “y’mean Dabs? He’s—“ 

“No,” you state plainly despite how your ears burn a bit now, cheeks feeling warm as you shake your head and turn to look at Keigo’s friends, “not him. The other guy, the one in the hoodie with white hair.” 

Keigo stalls for a moment, blinks almost comically as he dramatically swivels his head between you and the men across the way, “Shimura? You’re asking about.. Tenko?” 

Your brows furrow at his tone, none too pleased with how incredulous he sounds. Almost disbelieving, as if it was an unfathomable concept, and he snorts a bit before he adds, “are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You question rhetorically, tone more than a little clipped, brow cocked in challenge. Now that you think about it, were these two even actually Tenko’s friends? The longer you interact with the blond and watch the other you’d think them more bullies than anything. “Yes, Tenko. Is there a problem with that?”

He’s confused to say the least, but he’s willing to throw Tenko a bone. Raising his hands defensively with a sheepish grin and a placating, “nothing nothing at all. Everyone always asks about Dabi, is all.”

“Dunno why,” rolling your eyes as you completely shut your laptop now, fully understanding you’re not likely to get any work completed right now. Turning to Keigo with a deadpan expression, shifting your body completely so your legs are no longer positioned beneath the desk so you can stand to leave, “Tenko seems like much better company.” You’re shoving your small notepad and pens into your bookbag followed by your laptop as you add, “much better than the company he doesn’t presently seem to want to keep.”

“Whoa whoa, wait a minute, you’ve got it all wrong.” Keigo sighs when you scoff, sliding from the tabletop to stand, holding out his hand for you to take (which you don’t) when you begin to push from your seat before letting it fall to his side once more when you’re on your feet. He’s a little taken aback by this entire exchange, Keigo’s never had an issue with talking to women before but pauses briefly to run his fingers through his sandy blond hair in a calming reflex. Taking a breath before he starts again, shoulders squared as if he was resetting himself, “seems like we got off on the wrong foot sweetheart.” 

You sneer to yourself at the pet name, pushing your chair back in with a finality before Keigo sidesteps into your path to keep you from leaving, though he does still give space so it doesn’t seem threatening. Arms held up again in yet another bid to be disarming, “that’s my bad. Let’s start over.”

He takes a step closer, moving to stand at your side with his arm gestured out as if to guide your path. Amber hues flitting from your unamused scowl to his friends then back again. Jerking his head into the direction of the two whose quiet quarrel has come to a silent stalemate, “C’mon how about I introduce you then,” chuckling to himself as he straightens his spine and shoves his hands into his pockets when your brow quirks with a cute skeptical pout. 

“All in good faith, promise,” signing it with his index drawing an ‘x’ over his heart paired with an admittedly charming wink. 

It makes you smile, causing Keigo to mirror the expression albeit with a much broader and toothy grin before you sigh your agreement. Following quietly behind him when you ask, “how do you know him anyway?”

Keigo keeps his stride short, staying in step with you for the most part while he taps at the screen of his phone that he fished from the deep pockets of his baggy pants, humming first to acknowledge he heard you, though you’re sure he wasn’t fully listening. Surprised when he actually answers your question after finishing his text or whatever it was that he was doing,  “Dabi and I go way back, him and Tenko are dorm mates though. We’ve all known each other since sophomore year, play games together every now’n’again since Tenko mostly likes to stay to himself.” 

You hum in turn, taking in the miniscule amount of information provided and filing it away even though it’s the absolute bare minimum that the blond can provide. Keigo thinks it’s kind of cute too, the interest you’ve taken in Tenko. Genuinely, nobody had ever asked Keigo about Tenko when Touya stood in the same area, not that Tenko was unattractive in the slightest. There was just something about the box dyed bad boy that everyone (man and woman alike, Touya wasn’t finicky) found more alluring than the reclusive man by comparison. It makes him chuckle softly to himself, slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips before you stand before both of the aforementioned men. 

Tenko oblivious to you or overtly disinterested as he focuses wholly on the device in his hands now that his peace is uninterrupted compared to the obvious interest Touya takes in your presence. Standing and leaning against the pillar the beanbag Tenko resides in is leaned against, crossing his arms over his chest as Keigo takes the liberty of introducing you.

“I met a little songbird guys,” closing the distance between himself and Touya before taking a firm hold of Touya’s elbow, “too bad Dabs and I gotta get to our Gender Studies class,” 

Both you and Touya look equally confused before your heart accelerates, thumping against your ribcage the moment Keigo actually begins to leave with Touya, tugging him along with no other explanation or excuse. You likely shouldn’t be but you’re reeling, floundering for Keigo but he’s already ushering his friend away; ultimately throwing you to the wolves despite doing exactly as he said he would, introduce you. 

If you expected him to be a wingman, well, that’s really your own fault, isn’t it?

The door closing upon their exit feels like it echoes, it makes you cringe as you chew at the inside of your cheek nervously. Tenko, however, pays the entire ordeal no mind, already slouching further into his plush seating with his handheld without even so much as an acknowledgement of your presence now that his headache of a roommate was gone. 

A moment passes, a beat of silence before you swivel semi-awkwardly on the balls of your feet. Rocking slightly with hands clasped behind your back before you stop and stand straight again, patting your bookbag lightly while chewing on the inside of your cheek. Going over what you could say now because it was becoming increasingly obvious that Tenko had no intention of speaking at all, only sparing you cursory glances while his fingers rhythmically presses the buttons of what you can see now is a custom skinned steam deck.

Agonizing internally to find something, anything, to say before lamely sighing out a trailing, “so..” 

“So,” he doesn’t even look up from his game, tone even and bored but that does little to deter the desire for conversation.

“My name’s—“ 

“I know who you are. Touya doesn’t shut up about the girl in his psych class that he wants to plow,” you don’t like the indifferent glare he fixes you with. It makes your skin heat, the comment taking you off guard as well, leaving your lips parted without a sound leaving them. Words caught in your throat purely by the shock of how casually Tenko divulges that information to you. 

Touya wanting to fuck anything with legs was no surprise to you, but for him to openly discuss the desire you sleep with you with his roommate? Someone that knows nothing about you? Utterly mortifying, you’re so embarrassed that you stand before him like a deer in headlights and yet it only continues to get worse as Tenko takes your silence for a different sort of realization, especially whenever you glance to the library’s exit. Exhaling a mirthless chuckle, as if this exchange was an annoyance to him now, “you missed your chance though, Keigo likes to cockblock, they’re not even close to being late.” 

“Huh?” He throws you again, recovering enough to express your confusion, “Wait no, actually what?” Missed your chance? Did he think you were simply standing here because you’d wanted to talk to Touya but had a stroke of intentional misfortune?

You can’t help the scoff that escapes you, snorting a bit at the ridiculous notion before it births an incredulous laugh that bleeds into a fit of giggling. Genuinely instead of nervously, long enough you need a moment to recover and for Tenko to pause his game with a curious look, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh, it’s really not funny I swear.” And it isn’t funny to you, honestly, but at least the air doesn’t feel so stiflingly awkward anymore. Your giggling subsides relatively quickly, tapering off into a few breathless sounds as you wipe away stray tears that gathered in your lash line.

“I really don’t understand the big deal about him,” you start after you’ve caught your breath, swiping your thumb a second time at the other corner of your eye but you still wear the smile that accompanied your laughter, “but I have absolutely no interest in Touya.” 

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, “Or Keigo for that matter. I actually really wanted,” trailing slightly but steeling yourself enough to continue, gripping at the cross-shoulder strap of your bookbag, “to talk.. to you?” 

You’re only met with silence and unwavering eye contact that makes you squirm under his gaze. Pulling at your fingers and adjusting the strap of your bag nervously while you wait for heaven fucking knows what and if you weren’t in a library you would’ve screamed by now. 

Then, finally, he smirks, “you’re pretty cute.” 

The squeak that leaves your lips does little to salvage what little of your dignity you feel is intact and your meek, awkward little, ‘thank you’ that only makes him laugh in response just serves to worsen your shame. Ready to bolt and crawl into the safety of your fluffy comforter while you plan how to switch colleges mid-semester.

He scoots over in the tufted, unconventional chair, the millions of beads shifting and groaning beneath his weight earning your attention and pulling you from your internal spiral. Nodding his head to the space he created for you to sit down and whenever you cock your head in confusion Tenko simply rolls his eyes as if your next move should be obvious. When he taps the space he created for you and you still don't grasp the hint he emits a groan as he leans forward to take your hand, tugging you down to sit with him. 

Taken by surprise to say the least but it’s a much more pleasant experience than everything else that’s transpired thus far so settling with him is easily done. Tenko keeps his arm propped up, slinging it over your shoulders to tuck you into him when you finally heed the silent command. He, of course, turns his game back on while you shyly snuggle, tucking your head beneath his as you tentatively rest your head against his shoulder.

Suddenly overly conscious of your breathing and wondering if maybe you’re resting against him too much while trying not to shift and writhe too often before he hums a low, “relax, you’re moving too much.” No bite in his tone and, weirdly enough, it soothes you. Forces you to just let your body grow comfortable against his, but the arm that’s securely looped around you makes it difficult to see his screen.

You peek but he moves so he can see the game past your head. “what’re you playin?” 

“Dead Space,” tilting the device enough so that you both can see the screen without obstruction. Just in time for some gangly, disfigured creature to lunge at his character. Making you jolt at the sudden shock before Tenko demonstrates an important mechanic to the game. Turning the volume up so you can easily hear the sickening squelch accompanying the action of dismembering the enemy, chuckling lowly when you gag at the noise and turn to stare at his unbothered profile, “s’not for everyone.” 

“It’s not so bad, just don’t like the sound design,” in the way that it was incredibly well done enough it elicited physical reactions from you. Settling back into the crook of his throat as you watch him progress in the story. 

Sitting in silence for a moment, long enough for the question to burn on your tongue, comfortable enough now that you don’t register that it could reveal just how often you took notice of him. 

 “Why do you always play in here?” Thankfully, Tenko doesn’t notice. He doesn’t even look away from his screen as he completes a simple puzzle.

“Because Touya is annoying, gets me killed on purpose.” 

“Well,” you lift your head enough so you can tilt into his view, “Touyas in class right now, isn’t he?” 

He pauses the game again, staring at you for a moment before shoving the handheld into the front pocket of his oversized hoodie and rising to his feet; tugging you up with him without uttering a word. Tenko keeps hold of your wrist while leading you out of the library, pausing just long enough when you fumble to straighten your falling bag, “where are we going?” 

“My dorm, you can watch me play on the big screen with the volume up,” he replies so easily and you’re practically giddy at the prospect of being alone with him. 

And, somewhere along the trek from the library to his dorm, his broad palm slips from your wrist into your own to hold you a little more comfortably.  

His dorm is relatively tidy, save for a discarded hoodie or two lying around with a too full trash can beneath the desk that acts like a tv stand but you’ve heard of the horror shows most boys dorms are so you can’t complain. Even Touya’s side of the room was impeccable, bed made neatly compared to the tousled comforter and haphazardly strewn singular pillow on Tenko’s own mattress.

Heart racing for a moment whenever Tenko points for you to sit while he sets up his steam deck to connect to his tv. Taking a seat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, leaning back enough to feign comfortable ease whenever he makes his way to you. Moving his hand in a shooing motion as he climbs in next to you before opting to help arrange your bodies on the plush pillow top so he could start to play. 

Fixing you to situate comfortably in his lap, his chin resting atop your crown with his arms looped around you to grasp his controller; stiff in his hold for only a short while until you relax and lean back against him. Sighing contentedly unknowingly for the last time as Tenko presses start to resume his campaign. You discover quickly that you really don’t like this game much, especially not now with the volume much louder and the picture enlarged to see the gore in vivid detail compared to the smaller screen of his handheld in a public space. Nevermind all the well timed jumpscares and sinister score making you jolt but the chuckle that rumbles in his chest each time is almost worth the torment.

“Scardey-cat,” he teases and you huff, turning your head up and sticking your tongue out at him. 

“M’ not,” you lie, shrugging your shoulders as you sink further into his lap and you pout cutely when you hear his snort in response. Humming a dry, “sure you’re not, that’s why you’re jumping.”

“It’s the truth,” scoffing indignantly, dramatically placing your hand over your chest as if he’s insulted you, “I’m just jerking from trying not to sleep is all!” Cheekily with a higher pitch to your tone and Tenko rolls his eyes with a soft smirk at the corner of his scarred lip before you turn upwards once again. 

“This game is boring Tenko, the jump scares are cheap,” only for you to eat those words a second later when he’s attacked and he laughs at you when you’re startled enough to turn into his chest to hide from the scene reflexively. 

Mocking you by purring out a hushed, “what’s wrong? I thought it was boring?”

“Don’t be mean,” comes your whine, tugging halfheartedly at the fabric of his hoodie before slouching into his chest and crossing your arms. Flustered by the sound of his voice and the soft laughter that reverberates in his chest and with the closeness you can feel it within your own. Clearing your throat as you shift in his hold. Adjusting to sit up, pulling your knees closer to your chest until you’re curled into a tight ball in Tenko’s lap before fiddling with your phone. Growing bored of the device quickly though thanks to all of your social feeds being dead, sighing audibly as you flippantly toss the device onto his mattress to be lost and forgotten before long, the motion pulling some of Tenko’s attention in the quiet treks from objective to objective.

Taking into account this may actually be a bit boring for you, that maybe you don’t want to be scared while watching a game that may not interest you as you spend time with him but the way you hide away and seek solace in Tenko is cute. 

Resigning himself to get to his next save point and log off for the day, possibly offer a trip off campus to a bite to eat, telling you as much with a simple, “are you hungry? I’m about to get off.”

Brightening at the notion of a little impromptu venture together for food, giddy with how comfortable interacting with him feels. Nodding at his question as you sit up to pay attention to the screen again just as a cutscene begins to play but of course there's a scare in it and your ass rubs against his crotch when you flinch. He tries not to get hard, especially whenever he was preparing to quit his game, all Tenko needed to do was finish this quick time event and then he’d be able to save his progress.

Gritting his teeth a bit and flaring his nostrils in agitation at the game as well as to draw in steadying breaths because he does not want to get hard from just a little bit of friction and you think him a creep. 

But it really feels like you know what you’re doing to him the more that you subtly writhe, each wiggle of your hips and brush of your round ass against his crotch alone is really making it difficult to maintain his composure. Your fidgeting eventually makes him miss a key input within the sequence, killing him in the process and starting him over at the beginning of the cinematic.

Controller vibrating violently in his hands from his death and the beginning of the sequence once again. Palms sweating enough he has to wipe them on his casual joggers and you feel a little bad for getting him killed. Frowning when you glance at him from the corner of your eye and see furrowed brows paired with a scowl marring his usually impassive features. 

You think he’s mad at you for getting him killed, rolling your plush bottom lip between your teeth as you shrink into yourself as much as you can. Shimmying lower and unknowingly contributing further for his mounting frustration but in the best of ways that Tenko isn’t used to. Exercising extreme concentration in the hopes of completing this last task without you feeling his swelling cock, already planning on tucking the erection into his waistband until it went away after he’d powered everything down.

But the willpower is waning, nearly eroded to nothing with your soft, “m’ sorry Ten.”

He doesn’t gratify you with a response, just a low hum from the back of his throat before continuing in silence, so focused on willing the blood away from his cock that he misses the last input of the sequence, controller vibrating violently in his palms from damage taken. You tilt up to look at him, pitiful expression on pretty features but Tenko keeps his eyes trained forward. It’s over if he looks at you, he’s sure of it. 

What’s it going to look like to you if he pins you to the mattress now? Flips up your skirt to run his fingers teasingly along your clothed slit until the fabric is dampened? Would you want him to? Would you beg for him? 

Lost in his daydream of degeneracy, Tenko forgets he’s holding you for real and maybe he’ll blame it on that for the way he holds you tightly when it feels like you’re getting up to leave as he gruffs out a gravely “stay put.”

You make a noise, a small one in the back of your throat something akin to a squeak as your fingers wrap around his forearm. Confusion evident and the shift in the atmosphere between you is palpable but you’re unaware of its nature, lips parting to breathe his name when his own voice cuts you off.

“Just stay there,” a command through grit teeth accompanied by a tightened hold.

“Are you okay? I didn't mean to mess you up.” 

Tenko huffs at that, a breathy chuckle as his head hangs, fringe of ivory hanging in his view. You couldn’t possibly still think this was about his now forgotten video game that continues to loop the same cinematic each time he dies, could you? Surely nobody could be this oblivious and he voices as much, “you’re messing with me right? Pretending to be this cute and innocent?” 

You don’t respond, features pinched in confusion, shifting in his hold to try and see his face when you finally feel it. Flinching slightly but you make no attempt to lift away from Tenko, heat stinging rising up your throat and warming your cheeks up to your ears. Was it from your squirming? Just because? Your mouth opens and closes but you're at a loss for words, only managing a dumb, “I wasn't” before gasping at the first vibration against your crotch. 

Accidental at first, purely coincidence with where his controller came to rest in the weighted exchange, charged now as passive features morphing into a darkened expression. A devious smile spreading slowly when you squirm at the sensation, but Tenko’s observant. 

Leaning forward until his lips are against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spin as he teasingly asks, “Does that feel good?” as he pulls your back to rest flush to his chest. Pressing his controller to your mound with a little more pressure than the first time., earning a gasp at the sensation, looking up at him almost pleadingly (for what you aren’t sure) before it vibrates again. 

Tenko’s eyes widening with interest at the sound of your sharp inhale, the way your body tenses against his but you don’t recoil from the contact before he takes on a hooded gaze. Calmly pushing the remote under your skirt as his other hand moves to wrap around your throat, cupping tenderly before craning it to the side to press featherlight kisses along the exposed flesh. Your gasping soon evolves into more unabashedly vocal mewling, your body writhing as the vibrations frequency intensifies the more damage he takes. Tenko adding to the increasingly overwhelming contact by sucking marks into and nipping at your skin, his forearm tensing to push you into the slow rut of his hips. Reflexively grinding back against  Tenko’s stiff length, trying to match the rhythm of his hips only to buck out of sync from the pleasuring shock that shoot up your spine. Toes already curling with the build of sweet release.

“T-Tenko,” you barely manage before he swallows your voice, slightly chapped lips sealing over your plush ones. Whimpering pathetically at the trace of his tongue along the seam before you grant him entrance, tasting one another with languid swipes. Muttering an even softer, “Tenko please.” 

The pitch makes him groan, lids fluttering open but to only half mast as he pulls from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you. “Please, what?” But he doesn’t wait for an answer, pressing the swell of the controller firmly against your clit when it begins to vibrate violently once more. You almost want to scream, even if you did Tenko would be sure to greedily devour the gratifying sound as well. You grasp at his hoodie, the pillow next to you, reaching behind you to thread your fingers into the silky strands of his hair while the other holds Tenko’s wrist in a vice grip as you arch away from his chest. Chest heaving with labored breaths, the coil in your lower belly winding so tightly you can feel yourself on the cusp of your climax it’s almost maddening. 

“Like that, please just like that,” pleading for more, chasing the orgasm you feel tightening in your core, bucking into his hand and the controller he holds. The room feels suffocating the closer you get, the longer you teeter on the edge, only focusing on the vibrations to your clit and the slow steady rut of his hips behind you. The heavy length you feel against the swell of your ass, “I’m so close, fuck.”

You whimper his name when he moves his hand from your throat to flip up your skirt completely now, gripping at thick thighs as he silently spreads you open. Forcing your feet to plant on the mattress on the outer sides of Tenko’s knees, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck as he wastes little time dipping past the seam of your panties . Running his fingers through your wetness before teasing at your entrance, plunging into your embarrassingly soaked cunt with ease and finding a delicious pace with even less effort. Guiding you to rut up in tandem, however jerkily they may be, with every pump, you’ll be careening over the edge in no time, you can feel it. Almost taste it on the tip of your tongue, eyes rolling from pleasure as you breathily babble his name like a muddled mantra but he removes himself from you just as you’re ready to climax. The whine that escapes is pitiful, laden with disappointment as you collapse back against his chest and frustration and a tinge of embarrassment pinching the apples of your cheeks when you’re met with a mocking chuckle. 

“S’pretty cute when you’re frustrated like that you know. Upset you didn’t get to cum baby?” His voice is taunting and it makes you feel pathetic when you nod with moist lashes clumped with unshed, frustrated tears and the kiss he presses to your temple does little to quell the lump the threatens to lodge in your throat, “you’re right though, that game is boring. I like this one better.” 

Your confusion is evident, brows scrunched up cutely as you tilt and angle to give Tenko more access as he trails chaste kisses from your temple to your cheek and along your jawline, “what game?” 

He’s silent as he affords you with tender affections, lips adoring your throat in a way that makes the tension bleed from your shoulders. Though he sends a shiver down your spine when he places one last kiss to the space behind your ear when he whispers his clarification. “The ‘how many times can I deny your orgasm before you start crying’ game.”

Tenko is mean alright, you had it pegged earlier, even in jest, so he fully intends to show you no matter how much you whine. You’re going to be Tenko’s favorite toy right now. A much more interesting sort of entertainment, handling you with a controlled hunger as he removes you from his lap, pulls your modest little skirt and panties away, tugs your asymmetrical sweater over your head and unclasps your bra for you to shrug away. Long fingers wrapping around your forearms just in case you try to hide the view from him as your breasts spill free, “So pretty.” 

He moves to lay down next, guiding your body and arranging you until your cunt is hovering over his face, hot breath puffing against your puffy lips. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips  when you tense after you’re settled to straddle his face. Knees sinking into the downy pillow beneath his head, given a modicum of leeway to sit backwards just enough to see Tenko’s face between your thighs and it does little to calm your nerves as a rush of arousal pools at your cunt at the sight. 

 “Ten I dunno,” voice trailing off without finishing the sentence, not wanting to admit you’ve never sat on anyone’s face before. He’s less than undeterred, however, doesn’t allow you enough time to remove yourself from him due to waning self-confidence before he’s leaning up and pressing a kiss to your puffy clit before lapping broad stripes along your drooling slit causing your fingers to shoot into his hair. The tip of his nose brushes against your clit while he laps at your folds, sending jolts of electricity up your spine and throughout every fiber of your being. The pleasure so encompassing you don’t notice you’re grinding against him until he groans against your core, reaching up to roll a pebbled nipple between his fingers. Unbuttoning his pants and freeing himself from increasingly tightening constraints, gripping his neglected cock and stroking himself while he slurps salaciously at your sticky heat. 

Building you up quickly until your thighs tremble, completely at his mercy (or lack thereof) as pleas tumble from your lips in hushed tones. Each plead punctuated by an uneven roll of your hips against his tongue, stuttering in motion when he sucks cruelly at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You’re so close you can almost taste it only for it to be ripped away again when his large hand holds you in place, “no fuck please Tenko! Please let me cum! I need it, baby please.” 

He hears you, loud and clear despite how tightly your thighs spasm around his ears to muffle the outside world. Growling to himself about having to end his enjoying meal so quickly but you could cum on his face another time and as many times as you wanted but not now. Not yet, patting your thigh for your attention, “get up, you’re gonna’ cream on this cock or not at all.” 

And you’re all too eager to comply, scrambling off of him and to the side, allowing Tenko to pull himself up and lean against his headboard. Swinging your leg over his hips before he’s even fully settled but he doesn’t mind. Chuckling before your arms loop around his shoulders, melding your lips with his as you straddle him. 

You look so pretty like this, desperate for his cock and it shows when you part from the searing kiss with unshed tears clumping your lashes and glassy eyes from being edged for the last hour. 

“I’ve got you,” purred with that alluring gravel to his voice as Tenko grasps his length between you both, running the leaky tip through your soaked slit, coating himself in your slick before positioning himself at your entrance. His free hand firmly holding your hip, applying pressure to sink you down on his length as if you needed the encouragement at all. 

Crimson hues flitting between the way your lips fall open in a silent moan as your head lolls backwards and the way each inch disappears into your greedy cunt. He’s groaning already at the way you squeeze him, walls fluttering around his cock with pleasure at the sudden stretch, trembling slightly when he’s finally sunk you to the base. Wet heat slicking down the curly thatch to the skin of his pelvis when your hips twitch into his. 

“Shit,” Tenko groans out, burying his face against your throat, tongue swiping over the hickies he’d decorated your flesh with earlier while his free hand presses you impossibly closer by the small of your back, “you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight, gonna make me cum already at this rate.” 

You’re whining at the praise, his other hand at your hip helping you bounce on him at the pace you need. It’s so hot in his room now, the smell of sex filling your nostrils and beads of sweat slicking baby hairs to the skin of your face and nape of your neck. Nails raking along his shoulder blades as you chase the high you’d so callously been denied but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t heighten the experience now.  

“Gonna cum baby? Go ahead, you can cum, I won’t stop you. Promise, promise I won’t stop you this time,” he sounds breathless himself, controlled pace steadily forgon in favor of pure instinct. Moving his head from your shoulder to loll against the headboard, a smile spreading on his features when you seize the opportunity to litter the alabaster skin of his throat in dark marks. ““m’close too, I’m gonna cum right there with you. You want that baby, want me to paint those pretty walls white?” 

Tenko already knows the answer is a resounding yes, even before you nod emphatically. Nipping hungrily at his pronounced Adam’s apple when a pointed thrust into that spongy spot within you rips a throaty moan from you. 

Every reaction you reward Tenko with is sinfully sweet, addicting in the worst of ways. You’ll be the death of him in more than just his forgotten game that somehow paused with the lost remote. 

Tenko needs more from you now, everything you could possibly give and within another whispered ‘please Ten, so close’ he knows he’ll have it. Knows that he’ll do the same. 

He’s panting, frenzied, more than beside himself while lost in the throngs of pleasure. Carried away now as one hand tenderly cups the juncture of your throat and his lips brush contrastingly tender kisses to the space below your ear. Gripping your hip as he pins you to the mattress in one swift motion, watching himself disappear into your divine heat once more before you pull him down to you. Clawing at his shoulder blades like the momentary distance was an utter betrayal and he hums against your lips, parting again but not nearly as far. 

Just enough to look you in the eye, the tips of your noses almost brushing and warm breath fanning over flushed cheeks when he asks, “want me to breed you? Want me to fill you full until it sticks?” 

Wholly aware of how deranged that comment is considering he’d just met you but he doesn’t care and by the way you keen so prettily you don’t seem to hate the idea either.

Far from.

Moaning out in pitched whines near bordering screams, silencing yourself sinking your teeth into the soft flesh and taut muscles of his trapezius. You can feel his release nearing, feel him twitching within your walls but he’s being generous; shoving his hand where your bodies meet and pressing his thumb to your swollen bud so at the very least you can experience sweet rapture first. 

And you do, quickly. 

It only takes a few hasty yet methodical circles before you finally, finally, finally climax, gasping for air and convulsing against him in a shuddering orgasm with his name on your tongue. 

The intensity of your own high hurdles Tenko into his own demise, spilling his release into you seconds after yours racks through you and milking each jerking thrust he gives. It takes a moment before you both regain your bearings, labored breathing slowing into even drags with his softening cock still buried inside your warmth. 

Lamenting the lost feeling of complete fullness when Tenko untangles himself from you to rise from bed. Sitting up after him, delightful daze doused by a metaphorical bucket of frigid water as you assume the worst when Tenko reaches for a clean rag from his nightstand to clean himself up. 

Suddenly a little self-conscious as you lift your arm to cover your exposed breasts. Clenching your thighs when you kick them over the side of his bed at the warmth that seeps from your abused cunt. Already searching for your clothes thinking you’ll be told to leave soon.

Tenko frowns when you reach for your discarded garments, gently taking your hand as your fingers grasp at your abandoned sweater. Raising your hand while stroking himself erect once more, “we’ve still got time,” bending at the waist to be within your field of view before pulling you to stand with him. Tentative smile spreading on your lips as Tenko steps backwards and guides you to follow until he’s sat on the edge of Touya’s bed, pulling you to straddle him.

“I like to play games to completion,” the line is corny admittedly and it makes you giggle but that’s subconsciously what Tenko wanted. For you to relax once more because he truly has every intention of still being buried to the hilt in you when Dabi came back from class.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

hi lovely🥹 i'm sorry if i am being unreasonable, but may i ask, for more stories of stepbro!op monster trio? sorry to bother 🥹🫂

you guys are never unreasonable!!! unless, you like ask me to write actual incest cause frankly that goes beyond my (very lose) morals. but step-brothers? we love (fictional) step-brothers. you got it! like always, also adding ace and law!! hope you enjoy, pretty <3

☆thinkin' about: the monster trio, ace 'n law! vs familial relations, shh!

NOT PROOFREAD. JUST UTTERLY HORNY AND PERVERTED. tw: CONCEPT OF STEP-CEST, PORN LOGIC, DUB-CON. BIMBOFICATION. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. [i.e. if you do not feel okay reading such concepts, please scroll/click away. thankyou in advance.] cw: lots of porn logic. set in modern au. nsfw includes: a lot of overstimulation blowjob, cockwarming, penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, some bondage and use of toys and smex. lots of smex. MDNI OR I WILL ACTUALLY FIND YOU USING BLACK MAGIC. SIT THIS ONE OUT, KIDS. m.list

🍒monkey d. luffy: your favourite meal, 'nichan!

❤️monkey d. luffy is not quite sure which he loves more, you or food. because when he entered the kitchen in the dead of the night, he only really wanted to eat something to soothe his insatiable hunger. how lucky, he found you there instead! "l-luffy," you squirm under his tight grip on your thighs as his tongue swipes against your clit once more. when he looks up, his lips are drenched in everything you, "what?" "someone's gonna see." you mumble, trying feebly to pull at his hair and get him to part with your pretty pussy. but luffy just holds you down tighter on the kitchen counter, making sure your trembling cunt doesn't run away from him. he's still hungry, after all. he gives you a dopey smile, the kind that has you believing all of his false lies, "nobody's gonna come, pretty." he licks a soft stripe up your wet pussy, softly chuckling at his own joke, "i mean, you will." "nobody will?" you echo innocently, words falling down your wobbling lips so easily as he pulls your hips to himself and starts feasting like a man ravished. he moans against your folds, "nobody, i promise." his nose nudges against your clit so dangerously well, his tongue slides into your sickly sweet hole so easily and as he fucks up the muscle into you, you swear you feel his tongue stretch as if to hit you g-spot. "l-luffy, ohmygod," you practically feel yourself drip onto your step-mother's freakishly clean counter tops and half-heartedly try to think of a lie to tell her when she asks you about the stain. "tsk," you step-brother shakes his head so softly around your cunt, pulling back his drenched face just to nudge his digits into your hole instead, "don't worry about the mess, i'll clean it up all by myself." and from the way your step-brother was licking at you clit, drinking in every candied, syrupy essence out of you, you were sure he meant it. "just relax, and let me have my share." he husked into your bundle of nerves, right hand pumping and curling into your heat, "i got the rest, peach."

🍀roronoa zoro:

💚"zoro?" you ask so softly, and your voice echoes back towards you from the empty changing room. your step-brother had asked you to come see him once his practice was over. he claimed it was an emergency, and wouldn't you be a terrible younger step-sister if you ignored your brother in a dire situation like this? "in here." his voice echoes from the shower as you meekly find yourself walking to one of the closed stalls. calling out again, you stand in front of the stall, "zoro?" the door opens momentarily and you're pulled in by his sturdy hand on your wrist. as soon as your gain some semblance of sanity, you're face to face with your step-brother. the shower is still running in the background, and water droplets softly run down his ripped, naked body. "what's the emergency?" you ask softly but zoro brings his hands up to your lips, softly swiping his thumb across your pouty bottom lip before meeting your eyes. he rasps, "i had a shit match. 'm so angry right now, think you can make it better, pretty?" you nodded, knowing just what would cheer your brother up. after all, that's what a good step-sister should do! sinking down to your knees, you gaze up at him one last time before softly grabbing his aching, erect cock in your hands. zoro moans at your soft touches, and it spurs you to lick his tip leisurely. your hands move up and down over and over again as his tip slips past your lips. you taste his beading pre on your tongue and your thighs rub against each-other as you feel the wetness build up in your panties. "good girl." zoro husks, throwing his head back and guiding you to softly take more of him in. he tastes like he always does: sea-salt and something tangy, and you hum around the familiar taste, "jus' like that, so, so good for me." you hum around him again, gagging just a little bit as his tip kisses the back of throat, "r-really?" "of course." zoro hums, pulling you off his aching cock to let you breathe, "think ya can take it whole?" you nod with conviction and the green-haired jock smears his tip across your lips, smirking down at the way you part your mouth to let him line it easier, "cute." he guides you to take him past your glossy lips, "take it. take it whole."

🫐vinsmoke sanji:

💙"and how does this one taste?" sanji asks innocently, feeding you a bite from the cake he had baked, "good?" you nod, words wobbling, "'s r-eally good, sanji." "awh," your step-mother claps, "'m so glad you both are working hard together for the bake sale! alright, i'm off to the market. be good, both of you." "of course." sanji nods and you feel him press his erection onto you from behind. teasing you. telling you just what was waiting for you. you were lucky that your lower halves were hidden by the kitchen island otherwise your step-mother would have seen that sanji had his hands down your shorts, teasing your clit while pretending he was such a saint. as soon as you both hear the woman slam the front-door and leave, sanji drops his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent like a man crazed. his forefinger and thumb pinch your clit so meanly and you buck into him as a result, "s-sanji." "don't you think you should thank me?" your step-brother rasps, pulling your folds apart so he could thumb your clit better, "i helped you bake for your sale." "th-thankyou." you stutter at the way his fingers keep circling your sensitive nub, "how should i... thank you?" "let me make you cum." he hums definitively, slipping his hand further to let one finger inside you, "ah, you always feel this good. 's almost addictive." "it... it is?" you buck into his hand, desperately rutting to get the friction on your clit from him. but sanji never let you beg, ofcourse. he riles you up instead, "what's that, baby? want more?" and the blonde shoves another finger without you nodding. curling his digits, he moans at the way your gummy walls clench around him, how your wetness was dripping down his hand and wetting your short, how you brought your own up hand to your tits to play with your perky nipples. "you're so cute." sanji hums, pumping into you without faltering, "come on, pretty girl. cum all over me. let me taste you."

🦋portgas d. ace:

🧡"tsk, wrong again?" your older step-brother softly shakes his head. if it weren't for the slight smirk in his tone, you would have thought he was seriously disappointed in you. "'m sorry." you mumble, hips squirming as as he wraps his muscled arms around your waist to hold you still. he rests his head in the crook of your neck, softly whispering to you, "y'know i had to skip hanging out with my friends to help you do this assignment. and now? you're getting all of them wrong." "i cannot focus..." your voice trembles and he laughs in return, "really? why not?" he hums, "you know how busy i am, right?" and you did! you knew he was busy with his own things and asking for his help over this uni assignment was stupid... but, he was always so good at teaching, that you had to ask him. "tell me..." he wonders aloud, "why cannot you focus?" but how could you? you were stuffed full of your step-brothers cock. his length stayed unmoving inside you, and the way you could feel every little vein against your velvety walls. he was so mean! he said he would fuck you once you finished your assignment, until them let him cockwarm in you. but it had been so long and he was still unmoving!! "ah, well... you know the punishment." he whispers in mock distress, and your pussy trembles against his length in anticipation. his hand comes down on your clit. a harsh, little slap that has you dripping down his length and wet both your clothes. "try again." ace says definitively, "c'mon, you're surely not as dumb as you're acting." and then, something clicks. "hah, unless..." your step-brother's fingers come down to tease your exposed, overstimulated clit again, "you're purposefully getting them wrong because you want me to do..." he slaps your cunt again, "this?" "no!" you shake your head, voice growing even weaker, "i- i didn't. promise." but he just grins, "shit. if you liked that so much, should've told me sooner, princess."

🪻trafalgar d. water law:

💜"you know i need to practice, right?" your step-brother repeats and you nod in return, "i... i know. don't worry, law." you knew he was a med student, and you knew how important it was for him to be able to understand the human body from a close, physical point of view! and especially, for him to better examine women, he needed to understand them well, didn't he? and well, that's where you came in. you lay in his bed, your arms and legs tied to the leg posts as law peers down at you, "let me just see how you react, okay?" you nod and law brings the buzzing toy to your glistening cunt. as the vibrator comes in contact with your exposed clit, you involuntarily jerk your hips away, eyes clenching shut in delight. your hips stutter all-too-pathetically and law takes the toy away to note something down. your tattooed doctor looks down at you as if scrutinizing you, "hm, feel good?" and you can't help but nod desperately, "y-yes." "then, tell me." there's this sadistic glint in his eyes, "i told you, talk to me through it. how else would i know how you react, right?" "i-i'm sorry." you catch your wobbling lips under your teeth, a sorry expression plastered to your face as law slowly brings the toy back to your anticipating body. "f-feels good, law." you stutter as the toy constantly nags against your sensitive nub, and law nods as if he's serious, "does it? describe it better for me, could you?" "it feels..." your words get stuck in your throat, eyes widening at the lewd things you're about to say. you avert your gaze, "i- don't wanna say such things." "oh?" law quirks an eyebrow, his lips pressed into a thin line as if unveiling his disappointment. your stomach drops at his reaction. after all, what kind of step-sister were you?! he mumbles gravely, "but it's for my study, y'know that. there's no shame in helping your older step-brother, right?" "i-" your step-brother gives you a re-assuring nod, and your voice trembles as he teases you, "it f-feels good... like my body's gonna explode, an-and it's good." "it's good?" he repeats and you nod, trying to rest your eyes on him despite your squirming body, "y-yes." "that's a relief." he huffs, pressing the toy against your clit harshly now, "i'm glad my girl's having fun." law exchanges the toy for his thumb instead, giving you a soft smile, "let me see how this feels for you."

a/n: hahahaha I SWEAR IM SANE!!! I SWEAR!!! yes, my digital footprint goes crazy, thanks for asking. don't ask again. also. the feminine urge to write the all of these drabbles longer and without step-cest... hm, anyone on board?? anyways, glad to see you having fun you filthy, filthy person :// m.list

[bizlybebo]

!!! JRWI PD Season 1 Finale Spoilers !!!

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took a lot of time but the more i look at this one the more i hate it so i think i just have to put it here or let it die in the void

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black background + no tears ver

[nulli-cat]

My gravity falls oc lore

I wanted to make a post with a summary of Layla vixen’s backstory so people can actually understand the story instead of just pieces it together through drawings!

Also I do not own the book of bill or have everything in canon memorized so if any of this seems in ooc for the characters then I apologize this is just a story I’ve been making for a while and I wanted to share it

Backstory

So Layla vixen is the youngest in a set of triplets

(Oldest is Valarie, middle kid is Melony, Then youngest is Layla)

They were born in Louisiana to Rory vixen and Francesca vixen.

Layla grew up basically an outcast from day one. Her family wasn’t very well liked for multiple reasons. First off she’s very passionate about science and nature to an obnoxious degree(to most people). Her father is a taxidermist so that also scares many people away. She only has one friend growing up (not counting family members) that she slowly grows distant from.

When she meets ford and fiddleford

Layla meets them both in college. She quickly becomes friends with fiddleford because of shared interests(his basically her best and only friend). She knows of Stanford and they will have conversations from time to time but she wouldn’t have described them as close. That is until ford invited her to help research gravity falls.

Side tangent: the reason why ford asks specifically Layla to help him because in college she is a zoology major. I always thought ford had more of a love of math then actual nature so someone with a background in a more “biological” field of science might be useful in studying anomalies

So basically Layla comes and lives with ford to do research. She comes pre-bill.

In this au ford still meets bill but instead of bill just ‘mentoring’ ford he also takes an interest in Layla.

Layla has a basically an inferiority complex. She thinks no matter how smart she might be people will not take her accomplishments seriously.

That’s where bill comes in. He sees that she wants to basically prove her naysayers wrong and he tells her that he will help her do that.

He knows that she can be ruthless and take revenge if she wanted to be so he’s trying to push her to take revenge by making a deal with him.

She’s not as willing to give into bill’s flattery though but she doesn’t put her foot down either. So by the time ford invites fiddleford to help them build the portal she’s basically complacent and keeps her mouth shut.

The three build the portal and the same events happen. Layla gets really angry bill tricked them. ford basically makes her leave for her own safety and because she’s fed up with this whole situation.

She only comes back when she sees that someone(Stan) has taken ford’s identity and made the “murder hut”.

She confronts him then her and Stan make a deal to remake the portal. So her and Stan become roommates and try and get ford back!

(This is her entire backstory but extremely simplified! I might expand on it later but here it is for reference! If you guys have any questions or anything feel free to ask away!)

[vixenscratch]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

@prismatoxic tagged me, and I'm pretty okay with an excuse to share my writing.

“Last I saw him, he was asking, uh…” He struggles recalling the name; there’s simply been too many of them, and few of them as unique as Ferret’s frankly peculiar nickname. “He asked his husband for ginger ale. I don’t know if that helps any. It’s been a little.” “It might, thank you. Victor, would you?” His relatives scattering on a mission he doesn’t understand, Lucas is left standing alone in a sea of people. The feeling of being overlooked, invisible, rises again. Like it doesn’t matter how hard he tries, he still won’t matter to, really, anyone here. Or anyone at all.

I'm feeling generous so you're getting a few short paragraphs. (I agree with Tox, more fun this way!)

I am not, however, tagging anyone. Telling people to do things makes my anxiety go brrr. You wanna do it, go do it! Pretend I tagged you if that validates you.

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Stuck in the Middle

Kinktober Day 10: Ruined Kink

Relationship: mob!August Walker x brat!Bryce Langley x fem!reader (hammer x the brat x vixen, Poison Paradise)

Words: ~1.3 k

Summary: Bryce suffers the consequences of his actions.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, m/m sex, mmf threesome, polyamorous relationship, dom/sub vibes, degradation, f receiving oral sex, multiple orgasms, anal cream pie, implied aftercare, rough sex, mommy and daddy kink), SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: another fun but not nearly as sweet throuple! God I love our crime daddies 🥵

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Bryce whined pathetically when August slammed his hips into his ass again, his eyes rolling back in his head when his daddy yanked his head back in his hair so the arch in his back was nice and deep even while his limbs stayed splayed haphazardly over the massive bed.

“You gonna come again you little bitch?” August grunted when Bryce just whimpered in response, leaning forward to smack him across the face as he scraped his teeth over his shoulder. “Use your fucking words, brat.”

“Yes… daddy, yes!” Bryce sobbed when August’s thick cock rammed into his sweet spot, his toes curling as his untouched dick started twitching wildly where it was pinned against the bed. “Oh… please…”

“You’d better fucking thank me this time, slut.” August growled out a chuckle when Bryce clenched hard around him, wrapping the hand that wasn’t buried in the blonde’s hair around his throat and squeezing as he drove into him like an animal. “Yeah, you fucking love that, don’t you? Just wanna be such a pretty whore for your daddy, too bad you’re so goddamn stupid. Hey there, beautiful.”

The younger man blinked in confusion at the sudden endearment, at least until he heard the click of your heels across the bedroom floor. He shivered when August kept wildly fucking into him even as you came to stand by the bed, groaning when you ignored him so you could lean forward and kiss the older man passionately before crawling next to them on the bed.

“How was your meeting, baby?” Fuck, you still weren’t even acknowledging Bryce and it was making his dick ache, August shoving three fingers in his mouth when he keened so the two of you could go through your greetings without interruption.

“Would have been better if someone hadn’t decided to come shake his ass like a fucking whore right in my damn face when I was about to get a handshake on the new territory.” August let out a pleasant rumble when your tongue swiped across his bottom lip, opting to shove Bryce’s face into the mattress when he couldn’t hold back his noises as his daddy brought him right to the edge again. “Still got the deal, but this little dumbass has too much trouble acting professional whenever we have a meeting at a fucking club.”

“Were the girls there?” You tutted and started stripping out of your clothes when August nodded, kicking aside your skirt and tossing your blouse away before laying next to them and running your fingers through August’s curls until he purred for you. “You know how much they rile him up, I told you you should keep him with you the whole time.”

“Well, he doesn’t fucking listen to me, Vix.” August growled when you yanked his head back by his hair and rubbed your nose against his, nipping at your bottom lip playfully while your free hand slid between the two of them so you could play with your toy’s balls. “Only listens to you.”

“Because you see his pretty face or he rubs that sweet little body all over you and you let him get away with almost anything.” You grinned and pecked Auggie on the lips when he rolled his eyes at you, reaching down to pat Bryce’s head when you heard his muffled sob and his body started shaking when he came again. “You’re too soft, hammer.”

“Aw, fuck you, Vix, ‘m not soft.” August pulled out when Bryce stopped vibrating, flipping the younger man on his back and grinning at the absolutely fucked out look on his face. “He is awfully pretty, though. Know what would make him even prettier, though?”

You just grinned and leaned your head on August’s shoulder as you watched your boy writhe and cry as his eyes rolled in his head, his cheeks covered in tears and drool and his chest and stomach smeared with cum as his cock still twitched slightly where it was resting against his abs. August turned his head to nibble on your jaw when you started slowly stroking his cock, his hands spreading your brat’s legs obscenely wide while he kept sniffling and hiccuping like a dumb baby.

“What could possibly make him prettier, hammer?”

“If you squirted all over his sweet face while I fill this tight little hole.” August gave you another sloppy kiss before you started climbing up towards Bryce’s face, pressing the man’s knees to his chest as he lined himself up. “Or… well, it was tight when I started.”

“Nothing stays tight for long once that fat cock is stretching it out.” You slapped Bryce when he let out a tortured sob as you straddled his face, not giving him the chance to beg before you settled all your weight over his mouth and started grinding into him as you leaned closer to Auggie.

“Mmm, I dunno.” August grinned when he pressed all the way into Bryce and ground his hips deep, grabbing both his knees in one giant fist and pressing them to the brat’s chest while his other hand yanked you forward so he could slide his tongue into your mouth. “That perfect pussy of yours always squeezes me like a fucking vice no matter what.”

“Such a sweet talker, hammer.” You purred into his mouth when your boy sloppily sucked on your clit, patting his shoulder affectionately but still not acknowledging him with your words. “How long have you been going, baby? You close?”

“Yeah, it’s been a fucking hour.” August growled when Bryce’s hole squeezed his cock again, grabbing the younger man’s balls and tightening his grip until he heard him let out a squeal from between your thighs. “Didn’t get close until I saw you though, gorgeous thing.”

“Mmm, you’re lying, but lucky I think that’s sweet.” You bit your lip and moaned when he slid his hand down to grab your tit, driving your hips into your brat’s face even harder when you noticed his fingers digging into the sheets. “You should come though, hammer, kinda want to lick you out of him once he’s in a goddamn coma.”

“Fucking filthy, god I love you.” The claps of August’s hips smacking against Bryce’s ass grew even more wild, his deep purr vibrating his chest as he sucked on your bottom lip. “You two first, know how much I love to watch you fall apart.”

You arched into his grip when he squeezed your tit, your thighs clenching around your boy’s ears as you shivered and brought yourself right to the edge. Then you reached down and slapped Bryce’s cock and you both lost it when he screamed into your cunt, his cum shooting all over his already sticky chest while you lifted your hips so when you squirted it sprayed all over his flushed face. The sight of you leaning back and grinning so you could smear your cum all over Bryce’s face had August coming with a bitten off snarl, burying himself to the root and rolling his hips slowly while he watched you closely.

“Aww, I think we broke him.” You grinned down at Bryce before rolling out of the bed, huffing out a laugh when he just let out a whimper as he kept drooling all over himself while August pulled out. “Poor thing. We’ll forgo the ass eating for the moment. I don’t think he’d even notice.”

“Mmhm, c’mere baby boy.” August scooped Bryce into his arms before following after you, chuckling softly when the man whined before kissing the top of his head. “Can’t get too mad at you for acting like a brat when you let me fuck every thought out of that pretty head. Let’s clean you up.”

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All the canon relationships between my ocs

Power Doesn't Guarantee Glory:

Mathew Mckoy x Alex Ruinde. Sun and moon dynamic. Childhood friends. THE YEARNING!!! THE TENSION!!!

Inora Luis x Lani Morina. Religiously traumatized librarian and her girlfriend who was constantly getting called into the principal's office for starting fights when she was younger

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Built on Bones and Flowers:

Melian Doyle x Silas Doyle. Friends to roommates with a deeply unhealthy relationship to strangers to friends to lovers what more could you want? Tired coffee addict and his husband who's only slightly more mentally stable than him.

Analie Villeneuve x Alexandra Slater. SWORD LESBIANS SWORD LESBIANS SWORD LESBIANS SWORD-

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Corrupted Royalty WIP:

Casimir Clement x Alistair Evans. Guys I'm so normal about these two (lying). THE DEVOTION. ALISTAIR ALWAYS SAYING HIM AND CASIMIR CAN'T BE TOGETHER, THEY SHOULDN'T, BUT NEVER THAT THEY DON'T LOVE HIM. THE YEARNING. EVERYTHING AFTER CASIMIRS DEATH. (also prince and knight dynamic for the win)

Fletcher Clement x Cyrus. Nobody is doing it like these two. Enemies, lovers, childhood friends, and exs all at the same time. Spoiled prince and a boy who is morally against the monarchy in every way possible. The homoerotic tension in every scene these two are in together is palpable. Cyrus hates everything Fletcher is but part of him just wants Fletcher to be good, just wants his old friend back. Unfortunately thats not what happens. Sorry Fletcher you are NOT getting redeemed :)

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Six of Hearts:

Jackie x Jesse. Looks intimidating but is actually just extremely socially anxious boyfriend x seems cool but is actually just kind of a loser boyfriend

Sage x Via. Loser lesbian and her beautiful transfem gf. Cheerful chaos gremlin and anxious voice of reason. WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE?

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