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xii-06 · 8 days
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suguru looks like he’d render you speechless during sex, just two open mouths panting into one another and intense eye contact filling the silence
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ᴘᴏʟʏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ
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pairing: ken ryuguji x fem!reader x manjiro sano (sfw & nsfw)
contents / warnings: draken and mikey are both adults, threesome, double-penetration, oral sex (male and female receiving), size kink, voyeurism, creampie, lots of cum, rough sex, clit piercing, mentions of violent fighting
word count: 659
author's note: no age in bio = blocked. reblogs and comments will be very much appreciated ♡
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♡ oh dear. draken is the parent in this relationship. he has to take care of you and mikey; he would cook/buy your meals, wake you up in the morning, and act as your moral support.
♡ or! it could be you and draken being mikey's parents. you know him, that guy deals with a lot of pressure so expect him to lounge around constantly.
♡ these two fight about almost everything and often act upon them like savages. they are either throwing fists or throwing stuffs. sometimes you just end up ugly crying for them to knock it off.
♡ they are like brothers when going all out to apologize though. they only say 'sorry' once and wouldn't pester you for a response. the rest of their apology would be physical affection, taking you to your favorite places, and helping you if you're having a hard time with something. most importantly, they would be more sensitive to your feelings.
♡ draken and mikey would protect you at any cost. nobody is allowed to disrespect and harass the person they love, or else they're going to knock the living daylights out of them.
♡ they would let you borrow their jacket/sweater when you're feeling cold.
♡ sleeping in the same bed together is a disaster. they love to spoon you, but draken always end up drooping from the edge of the bed because you and mikey keep tossing in your sleep.
♡ you would give them a massage after a long exhausting day.
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♡ with draken
draken is a sensual dom.
he has a size kink and is also into voyeurism—when mikey's not around, he would fuck you in his room at the brothel so the prostitutes or guests can hear how much of a lewd cockwhore you are for him.
draken loves to pick you up and ram against you while he's standing.
he would utter an animalistic grunt post-orgasm.
sweaty sex. the hot and wet sensation it brings is enough to drive him crazy because it feels intimate to him?? plus, he knows you wanna see his abs and overall toned body glisten by the dim light.
speaking of stereos, he would definitely have a background music/song playing in low volume to heighten the mood.
he likes to cum inside you.
♡ with mikey
mikey is a dom leaning switch.
he receives more than he gives. better suck him off after a round.
he loves it when you ride him and can turn you into a shaking, drooling and squirting mess in that position even though you're the one on top.
he would whimper post-orgasm.
his stature is not as great as draken and while draken fucks rough, expect a rougher sex with mikey. he would leave your body sore.
mikey has a streak of possessiveness in him. he would call draken as he fucks you stupid and would tell the guy, "ken-chin, y/n wants to talk to you"—yet all draken could hear is you moaning out filthy words accompanied by mikey's name, completely unaware of his presence on the other line.
he likes to cum between your thighs.
♡ threesome
they got your clit pierced, a vch piercing to be specific.
they would finger/eat out your cunt at the same time.
one of them would buck his hips into your mouth while the other is buried in your warmth from behind.
draken and mikey would stuff your pussy, forcing you to take their throbbing cocks at once. they would mark bruises and hickeys on your skin, suck on your nipples, and they wouldn't stop until you're screaming that it's too much.
they like to fill you to the brim with their load then stroke themselves so they could cum all over your body as well.
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DÉESE
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pairing: donquixote rosinante (corazon) x fem!reader (nsfw)
contents / warnings: corazon lives!au, mutual pining, rosinante has some repressed urges, dubcon, praise, drunk sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, light bondage, clit rubbing, creampie
summary: after being promoted to lieutenant commander, you set sail on a new expedition with rosinante, who has just returned from his 4-year mission.
word count: 1.4k
a/n: this is an au where law didn't join doflamingo's crew so corazon never met him and his undercover mission went smoothly. i'm just having a brainrot about cora's life as a marine. please bear with me (╥ ᴗ ╥)
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it's 2 a.m. in the morning. the sea is calm and the sky is clear, so you decide to head to the ship's deck. the truth is you're quite jittery to fall asleep, especially when you're on the same mission as rosinante. why him, of all people? you'd like to think fleet admiral sengoku did this on purpose. your promotion to lieutenant commander has brought you new responsibilities, but right now, there's a weight on your shoulders that isn't about duty.
before rosinante was sent to spy on the donquixote pirates, you shared a little good time together. a year passed and he eventually admitted that his mission had gotten extremely tough since he became "corazon". you believed it was the best to call it quits, despite him apologizing so many times. you occasionally engage in small talk when he comes back, though nothing more. besides, it has been 4 years and you may have truly drifted apart.
you watch the waves sway steadily until you are startled by a loud crashing sound. you look around the deck to see if anyone else is there. you cast your gaze into the distance and notice a familiar staggering figure, who is undoubtedly rosinante.
“rosi!” you exclaim and hold onto his arms to support him. “it's late. you shouldn't be drinking this much in the middle of our journey.”
in fact, rosinante's not expecting to see you either. he went outside to get some fresh air because he's having night sweats from drinking. he stares down at you with furrowed eyebrows, his expression afflicted. “why are you avoiding me?” he asks bitterly.
guilt shoots through your chest upon hearing his unreserved question. "rosinante, i..." you trail off. you want to tell him how much you regret losing him and how eager you are to make amends for it. “i'm sorry for what i did.”
the marine commander can't resist smirking a little at your agitated look. “dealing with a foolish guy like me must be really tough.”
you shake your head. “that's not true. i've been uncaring. i let my loneliness consume me.”
“y/n…” he murmurs, seemingly in disbelief. your unexpected vulnerability makes him wonder whether things are really as final as he thought.
“i hope you give me another chance to make it up to you." your voice falters with sorrow. the walls you built start to crumble now that his presence surrounds you once again. after all, you only numbed your heart against the pain of his departure. “please…”
the thought of you adds up to the anguish he went through while he was away, it's almost unbearable for him. rosinante is always thinking about others. that's just how his heart is; even with the intention of betrayal, he finds it difficult to turn down doflamingo, he's constantly risking his life to protect the weak, and he still puts you first although it's no longer the same. he doesn't understand why everything he does keeps hurting people around him in one way or another. it has grown painful to the point that he wants to be selfish for a moment.
he struggles to maintain his composure. how can he say no to those pleading eyes of yours?
rosinante leans in and your lips meet into a fervent kiss, the strong taste of wine mingling with the distinct smell of his cigarettes. he then trails his lips down to your neck, nipping lightly at your sensitive skin. you sigh and clutch his arms as your desire threatens to overwhelm you.
it's not enough, perhaps not to rosinante any more than to yourself.
you take his hand and lead him behind a pile of large ammunition crates. it would be difficult for others to see you because the spot is heavily obscured—the gaps between the crates are distorting the light on the ship's deck.
he sits down, flustered and panting softly from eagerness. you kneel in front of him and undo the remaining buttons of his shirt, revealing the scars beneath. you affectionately kiss a particularly jagged scar on his chest and wonder if his heart also bears rough edges.
“let me take care of you.”
you proceed to unzip his white pants and feel his cock bulging in his boxers. your fingertips trace the outline of his erection through the fabric. it can't be helped that he got quite turned on just by kissing—he was kissing you.
the cool breeze hit rosinante's bare skin when you pull his boxers down. you fondle his thick length, giving it slow but firm strokes while admiring its size. you watch his breath hitch and eyelids flutter in pleasure as your hand glides along his cock.
you bend over to lick the precum that beads on his tip, your warm tongue swirling around it. rosinante inhales sharply as you draw his cock deeper into your mouth. you start bobbing your head once your throat has accustomed to his size, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him. he tangles his fingers in your hair and rocks his hips gently to guide your pace. your faint muffled whimpers, the soft rustling of your clothes, and the lapping of waves fill the salty sea air.
he lifts the hem of your nightgown, his hand trailing between your legs then pressing against your clothed pussy. “i want to feel you, y/n...” his fingers slip under your panties and prods your swollen clit.
rosinante activates the sound barrier to shroud the two of you in sheer silence. “i got you. keep whimpering like that.” he coos, slowly pushing his middle and ring fingers inside you. the way he stretches your wet folds open has your eyes rolling back.
he takes his cock out of your mouth just as you're about to work him closer to his orgasm. you squirm when his fingers hit a certain pleasurable spot in your cunt, but he also stops before you can reach yours. he wants to fuck you, and he's going to make you want it too. "not yet."
“please,” you beg, your voice barely a whisper and cracking with desperation. “please, rosi. i need you inside me. make me yours again.”
rosinante grabs a coiled sisal rope from one of the crates. you feel the scratchy loop around your wrists as he ties them behind your back. you stare up at him, hesitant and nervous, despite knowing that he's unlikely to hurt you even while intoxicated.
“trust me.”
you nod timidly, your panties already taken off by him. the wooden floor of the deck is rough under your knees. rosinante shifts closer, positioning himself behind you. the tip of his cock nudges your slick entrance before pushing into you deliberately.
“r-rosi!” you cry out, a rush of pain ripping through your nether region due to his thick girth.
“ah, you're tight,” rosinante gasps, “you're doing good. take all of me.”
he begins to move, his enormous physique allowing him to easily grip the heavy rope while thrusting into you. your bound wrists strain against it, and your body arches back to meet each of his thrusts. you can feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein—he's claiming you with such passion that leaves no space for doubt.
“look at you,” rosinante's calloused digits find your clit and rub it in time with his relentless pounding. “so beautiful, so perfect.” his sadistic grin and intense rust-colored eyes are akin to his brother whom he resents. oh, the way you drag him into the depths of his longing. you're a goddess to him, and he can worship you like this forever.
the further stimulation heightens the build-up of your climax. “rosinante! a-ah...i'm close...!” you sob.
“me too.” rosinante grunts. “cum for me.”
he hovers above you, his large hand on your throat, lifting your head and bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. you shudder with immense pleasure, your own release washing over you.
rosinante follows soon after, his cock twitching inside your pussy as his hot cum stuffs you to the brim. he pulls out of you and unties your wrists, still holding your exhausted body to keep you from collapsing on the floor. he slumps against the crates, letting you lie comfortably on his stomach. he wraps an arm around you, and you reach out to hold his hand.
"i love you, y/n. i always do."
you entwine your fingers together. the touch is simple yet profound, a delicate exchange of warmth while you both bask in the afterglow.
"i love you too."
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cw: dubcon, fingering
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。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚thinking about tattoo artist!law whom you've had a huge crush on since the first time you saw him...
he's leaning over you while you sit in the hydraulic chair. the tattoo machine buzzes softly, its needle gliding across your skin in precise, fluid strokes. each line is perfectly drawn. you watch him through half-lidded eyes, captivated by his skill and... just him.
"relax," he says, his voice low and calm, "this won't hurt much more than a light sting."
you're having a heart-shaped outline tattoo on your ribcage, secretly wanting to match the one on his chest. his dark eyes occasionally flick up to meet yours through the mirror. you can't help but imagine what it would feel like if it were his fingers instead of the needle, tracing those same patterns on your skin.
law wipes the ink off with a clean paper towel then sets the tattoo machine aside. his gloved finger lightly traces the outline of the heart and you shiver under his touch. "you feel that?" he asks, his eyes locked onto yours.
"mhm," you hum in response.
he watches you with an amused expression. "i think you need something more." at this point, he just wants to tease you and drive you crazy. "you seem pretty tense too."
his tattooed hand goes down, brushing against the delicate area above the waistband of your skirt. "law..." you whisper, both a warning and a plea.
"shh."
before you know it, law's hand is already under your skirt, his thick fingers slipping in your panties and circling your sensitive clit until you're soaked enough. you gasp at the electrifying sensation of his fingers probing your wet cunt.
"you're expecting this, aren't you? don't think i didn't notice the way you look at me." his digits curl inside your pussy, hitting a spot that turns you into a moaning, writhing, and squirting mess.
you will definitely come back for more.
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Geto would be so mean to you in bed.
He’d have his palm splayed over your mouth, your cute little cries muffled while he bullies his thick cock into your pussy. Your nails scarp at his back, marking his broad muscles with your desperation. He’s so big and mean he doesn’t let you move, doesn’t let you speak, he always whispers in your ear to take it, To take what's yours and be his good little bitch. He’d bite your neck, running his teeth along your skin, telling you all you’re good for is warming his cock. Sometimes when he’s completely lost in the feeling of your fleshy cunt squeezing around his dick, he tells you to pick a number and forces you to count all his hard strokes in your cunt until tears start to spill onto the slope of your cheeks, until you’re gritting your teeth at how deep he’s fucking you, until you’re finally screaming as he’s spilling his white sticky cum into the used pocket of your pussy.
He’d ask you if it was too much, if he hurt you, his voice soft and low, little strands of hair clinging to his forehead while he stares at how his cum spills out your pussy, dripping lewdly into your soft, moist folds. You would nod weakly, gasping as he collects the cum out of your pussy onto his finger, licking the sticky white liquid with a sadistic smile.
He tells you that If you’re still conscious, he must not have gone hard enough
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ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
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💛 trafalgar d. water law
drabbles:
• tattoo artist!law (nsfw)
💛 donquixote rosinante
one-shots:
• déesse (nsfw)
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thinking about suguru and satoru eating your pussy at the same time heje
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine them both between your thighs, staring hungrily at your dripping pussy before gojo breaks the ice and thumbs at your already sensitive clit
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto soothing your little trembles by gently stroking your thigh, maybe even giving it a few kisses of encouragement <//3
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both of the men using one strong hand to push your plush thighs open, exposing yourself even more to them. if you dared try to shut your thighs even a tad they’d be pushed right back open, along with a quick slap the soft skin curtesy of geto
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine the two friends bickering for a moment before geto finally caves and lets gojo have the first taste
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine gojo wasting no time spitting on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, tongue immediately caressing your sensitive nub. he couldn’t decide between roughly sucking on the poor thing or moving his tongue side to side sooo he settles on both! he hollowed his cheeks, holding your clit in place while his tongue continued moving with vigor
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto sucking on the soft skin of your thighs while his hand finds purchase on your bare breast, squeezing roughly every once in a while to keep you on your toes
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto slowly kissing his way towards your center before nudging gojo’s head with his own, giving the man a cheeky smile
𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both men looking up at you before—
“a-ah!!! oh my-” your back suddenly arched off the bed as you felt not one, but two hot tongues on your clit. one slowly moving up and down, like they were trying to savor the taste of your essence—not too hard or too fast….just sensual. the other tongue on the other hand settled on quick, harsh licks sooo basically the exact opposite.
“s’good right ?” gojo slurred into your pussy, now sloppily kissing his way down to your dripping hole. geto took this as an opportunity to cup your entire clit in his mouth, while his tongue drew soft circles around the nub. geto hummed around your clit, spit dribbling from his lips from the sloppy kisses he was giving your weeping pussy.
all it took was gojo shoving his tongue in your pussy for your back to arch slightly off the bed as you came with a loud, pathetic whine. gojo moaned just as loud when he felt your cum began to coat his tongue in little waves.
geto pulled away from your clit with an obnoxious pop! dark eyes admiring at the mess your pussy has already become. “lemme get a taste,” he mumbled, leaning his head down to lick a slow strip up your pussy. but one lick was not enough! and it wasn’t long before gojo got a little jealous and smacked geto on the back of his head, a small grunt leaving him.
“‘fuck was that for?” geto hissed, but gojo didn’t even bother glancing at him, his attention focused solely on your soaked center. his long fingers ran slowly up and down your petal soft slit, occasionally applying light pressure to your clit. without warning he plunged two fingers in with a lewd squelching sound following, “we’re supposed to be sharing don’t be so greedy, now let’s make her cum again.”
“j-just be gentle m’still a little— hah! sensitiveeee,” your request fell on deaf ears as both mens tongues were on your clit once again. they went from synchronized licks, to each giving your clit an open mouth kiss, to taking turns slapping your pussy.
you tried to keep your eyes on them but you could only handle so much before you head fell back against your bed, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “m’gonna put my fingers in sweet thing,” geto mumbled into your thigh, giving it a sweet kiss before plunging two fingers inside you. getos fingers began doing a scissoring motion, and to help you avoid the stinging stretch gojo sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.
“i’m gonna cu-cum againnn, you’re gonna make me—” your body tensed as another orgasm washed over you, a much pleasing sight for the two men before you. “fuck she’s squeezing me real fucking tight, ease up yeah? gonna make it real hard for gojo to put his in too,” geto growled, curling his fingers in the most delicious way possible.
you whined something along the lines of ‘i’m tryinggg’ and gojo could’ve just ate you up the way you were being so cute. “hehe she’s so cute the way she’s trying to keep it together, just let go baby we’re right here to catch you,” gojo giggled menacingly, his two fingers slowly prodding at your entrance.
“don’t forget to go slow, don’t wanna hurt the poor thing now,” geto patted your thigh before giving it a sharp swat.
it took a little time to get you used to the stretch of four fingers inside your tight little pussy, but you managed like the good girl you were for them. “oh my fuckin’…” your mouth dropped as both men began to move their fingers at a semi-fast synchronized pace, digits bumping against that special that had your toes curling.
geto eyed your lonely breast and brought his free hand up to tweak at your nipple, gojo following suit. there was so much going on and your poor little brain could only handle so much before you were spluttering out nonsense making the two men chuckle.
“look at how wet she is….dripping all over the fucking bed,” geto groaned, pushing his aching erection against the edge of your bed. anything to find a little relief he’s only human. “she’s squeezing so tight i think she’s gonna cum again!” gojo moved his hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had your thighs trembling.
you weren’t able to give them a verbal warning of intense orgasm, the only signal being being the clear stream of cum shooting from your pussy each time they pulled their fingers out. “catch some, but don’t swallow,” geto grunted, shoving gojos head down to catch some of your squirt in his already watering mouth.
once you were done they both slowly pulled their fingers out, a small whine leaving your lips from the emptiness. geto turned to gojo, his breathing uneven. “you know what to do,” he nodded his head towards you and gojo quickly understood, slowly crawling up the bed to where you laid, glazed eyes staring up the the ceiling with a fucked out smile on your face.
“open your mouth for him,” geto grunted squeezing the plushness of your thigh. you obliged and slowly opened your mouth, quickly met with the tart, tangy taste of your cum mixed in with a little of gojos spit. geto hummed happily giving your tummy a soft kiss, “that was fun, messy but fun nonetheless.”
the next twenty minutes were spent catering to your every need ofc. gojo having you between his legs, long arms wrapped around your waist while geto gently cleaned the mess up between your thighs. “did so good for us angel, thank you for letting us indulge in you,” gojo smiled, giving your hip a loving squeeze.
they both had raging boners but in this moment it was all about you but hey!! maybe once your rested up you’ll let them put both their dicks in you!! but don’t tell gojo that rn he might bust in his pants the poor thing :((
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DÉESE
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pairing: donquixote rosinante (corazon) x fem!reader (nsfw)
contents / warnings: corazon lives!au, mutual pining, rosinante has some repressed urges, dubcon, praise, drunk sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, light bondage, clit rubbing, creampie
summary: after being promoted to lieutenant commander, you set sail on a new expedition with rosinante, who has just returned from his 4-year mission.
word count: 1.4k
a/n: this is an au where law didn't join doflamingo's crew so corazon never met him and his undercover mission went smoothly. i'm just having a brainrot about cora's life as a marine. please bear with me (╥ ᴗ ╥)
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it's 2 a.m. in the morning. the sea is calm and the sky is clear, so you decide to head to the ship's deck. the truth is you're quite jittery to fall asleep, especially when you're on the same mission as rosinante. why him, of all people? you'd like to think fleet admiral sengoku did this on purpose. your promotion to lieutenant commander has brought you new responsibilities, but right now, there's a weight on your shoulders that isn't about duty.
before rosinante was sent to spy on the donquixote pirates, you shared a little good time together. a year passed and he eventually admitted that his mission had gotten extremely tough since he became "corazon". you believed it was the best to call it quits, despite him apologizing so many times. you occasionally engage in small talk when he comes back, though nothing more. besides, it has been 4 years and you may have truly drifted apart.
you watch the waves sway steadily until you are startled by a loud crashing sound. you look around the deck to see if anyone else is there. you cast your gaze into the distance and notice a familiar staggering figure, who is undoubtedly rosinante.
“rosi!” you exclaim and hold onto his arms to support him. “it's late. you shouldn't be drinking this much in the middle of our journey.”
in fact, rosinante's not expecting to see you either. he went outside to get some fresh air because he's having night sweats from drinking. he stares down at you with furrowed eyebrows, his expression afflicted. “why are you avoiding me?” he asks bitterly.
guilt shoots through your chest upon hearing his unreserved question. "rosinante, i..." you trail off. you want to tell him how much you regret losing him and how eager you are to make amends for it. “i'm sorry for what i did.”
the marine commander can't resist smirking a little at your agitated look. “dealing with a foolish guy like me must be really tough.”
you shake your head. “that's not true. i've been uncaring. i let my loneliness consume me.”
“y/n…” he murmurs, seemingly in disbelief. your unexpected vulnerability makes him wonder whether things are really as final as he thought.
“i hope you give me another chance to make it up to you." your voice falters with sorrow. the walls you built start to crumble now that his presence surrounds you once again. after all, you only numbed your heart against the pain of his departure. “please…”
the thought of you adds up to the anguish he went through while he was away, it's almost unbearable for him. rosinante is always thinking about others. that's just how his heart is; even with the intention of betrayal, he finds it difficult to turn down doflamingo, he's constantly risking his life to protect the weak, and he still puts you first although it's no longer the same. he doesn't understand why everything he does keeps hurting people around him in one way or another. it has grown painful to the point that he wants to be selfish for a moment.
he struggles to maintain his composure. how can he say no to those pleading eyes of yours?
rosinante leans in and your lips meet into a fervent kiss, the strong taste of wine mingling with the distinct smell of his cigarettes. he then trails his lips down to your neck, nipping lightly at your sensitive skin. you sigh and clutch his arms as your desire threatens to overwhelm you.
it's not enough, perhaps not to rosinante any more than to yourself.
you take his hand and lead him behind a pile of large ammunition crates. it would be difficult for others to see you because the spot is heavily obscured—the gaps between the crates are distorting the light on the ship's deck.
he sits down, flustered and panting softly from eagerness. you kneel in front of him and undo the remaining buttons of his shirt, revealing the scars beneath. you affectionately kiss a particularly jagged scar on his chest and wonder if his heart also bears rough edges.
“let me take care of you.”
you proceed to unzip his white pants and feel his cock bulging in his boxers. your fingertips trace the outline of his erection through the fabric. it can't be helped that he got quite turned on just by kissing—he was kissing you.
the cool breeze hit rosinante's bare skin when you pull his boxers down. you fondle his thick length, giving it slow but firm strokes while admiring its size. you watch his breath hitch and eyelids flutter in pleasure as your hand glides along his cock.
you bend over to lick the precum that beads on his tip, your warm tongue swirling around it. rosinante inhales sharply as you draw his cock deeper into your mouth. you start bobbing your head once your throat has accustomed to his size, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him. he tangles his fingers in your hair and rocks his hips gently to guide your pace. your faint muffled whimpers, the soft rustling of your clothes, and the lapping of waves fill the salty sea air.
he lifts the hem of your nightgown, his hand trailing between your legs then pressing against your clothed pussy. “i want to feel you, y/n...” his fingers slip under your panties and prods your swollen clit.
rosinante activates the sound barrier to shroud the two of you in sheer silence. “i got you. keep whimpering like that.” he coos, slowly pushing his middle and ring fingers inside you. the way he stretches your wet folds open has your eyes rolling back.
he takes his cock out of your mouth just as you're about to work him closer to his orgasm. you squirm when his fingers hit a certain pleasurable spot in your cunt, but he also stops before you can reach yours. he wants to fuck you, and he's going to make you want it too. "not yet."
“please,” you beg, your voice barely a whisper and cracking with desperation. “please, rosi. i need you inside me. make me yours again.”
rosinante grabs a coiled sisal rope from one of the crates. you feel the scratchy loop around your wrists as he ties them behind your back. you stare up at him, hesitant and nervous, despite knowing that he's unlikely to hurt you even while intoxicated.
“trust me.”
you nod timidly, your panties already taken off by him. the wooden floor of the deck is rough under your knees. rosinante shifts closer, positioning himself behind you. the tip of his cock nudges your slick entrance before pushing into you deliberately.
“r-rosi!” you cry out, a rush of pain ripping through your nether region due to his thick girth.
“ah, you're tight,” rosinante gasps, “you're doing good. take all of me.”
he begins to move, his enormous physique allowing him to easily grip the heavy rope while thrusting into you. your bound wrists strain against it, and your body arches back to meet each of his thrusts. you can feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein—he's claiming you with such passion that leaves no space for doubt.
“look at you,” rosinante's calloused digits find your clit and rub it in time with his relentless pounding. “so beautiful, so perfect.” his sadistic grin and intense rust-colored eyes are akin to his brother whom he resents. oh, the way you drag him into the depths of his longing. you're a goddess to him, and he can worship you like this forever.
the further stimulation heightens the build-up of your climax. “rosinante! a-ah...i'm close...!” you sob.
“me too.” rosinante grunts. “cum for me.”
he hovers above you, his large hand on your throat, lifting your head and bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. you shudder with immense pleasure, your own release washing over you.
rosinante follows soon after, his cock twitching inside your pussy as his hot cum stuffs you to the brim. he pulls out of you and unties your wrists, still holding your exhausted body to keep you from collapsing on the floor. he slumps against the crates, letting you lie comfortably on his stomach. he wraps an arm around you, and you reach out to hold his hand.
"i love you, y/n. i always do."
you entwine your fingers together. the touch is simple yet profound, a delicate exchange of warmth while you both bask in the afterglow.
"i love you too."
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xii-06 · 2 months
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Rosinante is a clumsy man, it’s true, and when he tells you to trust him as he slings your legs over his shoulders and presses you against the wall, burying his face in your cunt while you’re nearly ten feet in the air, you feel your stomach twist and your pulse race with worry.
But your Corazon never drops you, not once, not even so much as a slip, even when your thighs are squeezed against his face, his makeup smearing over your skin, as his long tongue lavishes every inch of you and pulls pleasure out of you again and again.
No, even someone as uncoordinated as Rosinante knows better than to drop something as precious as you.
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xii-06 · 3 months
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mihawk always finds himself in these situations, you sat on his lap bouncing sweetly on his cock, eyes locked on his, mouth opened spewing nonsense. he sighs into your mouth as he drags his cold hand down your back, grabbing your ass to assist you with riding him.
his other hand is on your jaw, pressing soft kisses against your face. "is it good?" he whispers, accent strong as you press your palms flat against his chest, nodding quickly. making love to your husband was always amazing, his dick hit spots in your gushy cunt that you couldn't even fathom—..
"so pretty, gorgeous.. bouncing on my dick— hahh, you're like a goddess."
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xii-06 · 7 months
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women with big brown eyes should be allowed to get away with anything and everything
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xii-06 · 1 year
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Perk of dating me: I'm short enough that you could probably tilt my head back when you're behind me just to spit in my mouth
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xii-06 · 2 years
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I don’t want to fix him. I just want to temporarily relieve his hysteria by giving him an earth shattering orgasm.
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xii-06 · 2 years
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eren has no filter and no subtle bone in his body, we all know that.
but the part of his brain judging when it’s the right time to say the right things is also broken.
he’ll dick you down so good, pound into you and bend you every way like you’re nothing but his cute, little fucktoy, his fleshlight, and over the sound of his balls slapping against your drooling hole he’d say, “Gosh, you are so beautiful, so so gorgeous. I always wanna be with you, you are my everything, my whole and all, my world. I wanna stay with you forever.”
and then you two would be strolling down the pavement following a riverbed holding hands as the setting sun casts ripples of soft cotton pink and peach orange over the sky. children’s laughter would echo from the vibrant grass field as they pick flowers. eren would gently stroke your hand with his rough thumb, smiling so placidly, so content like a cat in the sun.
and then he’d ask, “You wanna go home and suck my dick?”
(i hate him)
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xii-06 · 3 years
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i am the shyest attention whore ever
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xii-06 · 3 years
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pspspsps cute girls come here I just want to push you down onto the couch without warning and fuck you so good you pass out
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xii-06 · 3 years
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yeah "this is my pussy" is hot and all but what about "this cock is yours"
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