demontaster

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bff! simon who is a perfect scary dog privilege when you go out with your friends. he doesn't really want to talk to anyone unless spoken to but he watches eeeverything that goes down. you can always feel his eyes on you wherever you are, be it the dancing crowd or chatting at the bar. it should make you uncomfortable to feel his eyes gliding over your body but it does the opposite, you feel safe and comfortable knowing he is there with a smile tugging at his lips at your antics under his balaclava.

when you come back to the table sweaty but giddy he pushes water that he prepared for you into your hand and pins you with a stare that's enough to force you to down the entire thing. "good girl," he says and you almost choke.

grabs your face with his big big hands to pull you closer and check how wasted you are and if you try to avoid his touch he definitely pulls your chair to him like you weight absolutely nothing. Makes you feel both annoyed and turned on.

Wouldn’t take advantage of you ever but when you come home all spent from dancing and drinking and crawl close to him where he lies down on the sofa he doesn’t let you go and you usually wake up on his chest with his heavy arms resting around you. And his morning wood pressing into your stomach. Friendship lines are never as blurry as when you consider crawling under the covers to wake him up the right way.

#cod x reader #cod mw2 #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

[demontaster]

Protective. (Ghost x Reader)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, slight yandere behavior, mentions of blood and violence, death, possessive Ghost, men making reader uncomfortable, (let me know if I missed any.)

(Summary): Ghost discovers his feelings for reader and doesn't know how to deal with them.

When you joined task force 141, everyone took you under their wing. They looked over you.

You were significantly younger than everyone else, smaller than the massive men too. They didn’t need to look out for you, you could handle yourself obviously but they felt obligated.

Ghost specifically felt the need to watch over you. He was constantly watching you from afar, watching you interact with everyone else on base. Making sure you were happy and not uncomfortable. A couple times men on base have made you uncomfortable it doesn’t take Ghost long to intervene.

Soap had made a couple jokes about it in the past, how his stern eyes watched upon you constantly to make sure you were okay. A small threat had Johnny not making another comment. Mumbling out a small “I’m just joking LT, damn.” Ghost tried to push these feelings he had back. Tried to think about anything besides you. But he just couldn’t. He always felt this slight burn in his chest when he seen you interacting with the other men on base, felt the sting when you were friendly to him. He wanted you to be his. Sometimes he’d daydream about you, a life with you. He imagined you sitting with your feet in his lap, massaging your feet while you were plump with his baby. He imagined running his hands over your pregnant belly. He was obsessed before he knew it. And he didn't know how to control it.

Ghost respected Alejandro and Rudy. He respected Los Vaqueros. But when Alejandro flirted with you, called you pretty. A wave of anger he’d never felt before came over him and it didn’t take long for him to intervene there too, saying you needed to get to the next base for a mission. He liked Alejandro, but couldn't help but hate him for saying such things to you, you were his, didn't he know that?

Ghost is staring off into space. It's lunchtime for him, everyone else is scattered on base. A couple men are off on missions but 141 was still here awaiting their next mission together. He's staring down at his MRE, it's not good at all. A giggle left your lips and Ghosts ears perked up immediately. Who was making you laugh like that? He stood up from his chair, rounding the corner to see where you were and who the hell was making you giggle like that. He relaxes when he sees you down on one knee. “Fawn, what are you doing?” His voice is stern and you jump slightly. “There’s a ladybug.” You smile, picking it up. His heart jumps in his chest. He’s smiling under his mask but you can’t see it. “What, ya gonna keep it as a pet?” His rough voice warms your ears.

“Can I?”

“What?” He says confused. “Can you even keep them as pets?”

“Yeah?”

You perked up. “How?” You ask. “Just.. get a jar and put some grass and sticks it in or something.” He crosses his arms. “Do you know if we have a jar?” You blush. He sees your reddening cheeks, this is his moment. This is it. He nods his head for you to follow him. “I don’t have a jar but I do have a plastic thing that was full of those furniture sliders.” He breathes. It’s a cylindrical shape, 8 or so inches tall by 4 wide. It has a plastic top with tape. “Cmon, I’ll help you.” You follow him out, cupping the ladybug in your hand so it doesn’t fly away. Ghost washes it out with soap and water. He makes sure all of the soap is rinsed out and dries it, stabbing some holes in the top for ventilation, making sure not to make them too wide. He didn't want the ladybug escaping. “Here. Put it in.” He holds it out. You let the ladybug crawl off of your hand and into the side of the container, closing the lid. You follow him outside, cute smile on your face as you look into the jar at the ladybug. He helps you gather everything you need for it. A small layer of dirt and grass in the bottom, leaves, sticks. You had spent some time outside with Ghost before. Usually you picked weeds in your free time to make the front of the base look a little nicer. Ghost would lie and say he needed some sun, which didn’t make much sense with the mask but who’s really keeping count. Sometimes, you’d pick a flower and hand it over to him. Occasionally you’d tuck it under the straps of his helmet, or on his vest somewhere. Sometimes he’d “forget about it.” And would only remove it when someone would point it out or until it died. Soap teased him the couple times he’d seen you doing this. It was probably weird, but he never threw them away. He would flatten the petals out and leave them in a book to flatten them out.

“What do they eat?” You ask, looking at it in the jar. “I think microscopic insects.” He’s watching you. You’re sitting in a chair and he’s standing behind you. “You’ll have to keep adding leaves and dirt and grass so that it has more to eat.” You nod your head. He’s watching you as you looked at it. His heart swells in his chest. “Should we wet it down a little bit?” You ask. “Yeah, Johnny has a spray bottle for his hair.” He disappears down the hallway.

He knocks at Soap’s door. “What’s up LT?” He asks. “Can I borrow your spray bottle?”

“Uh.. yeah? What for?” He asks. “Y/N found a ladybug and made a terrarium for it.” Soap smiles. “Ah. You helped her?” He smirks. “Yeah?” He narrows his eyes. “The spray bottle Johnny.”

“I’m going I’m going.” He raises his hands in surrender. Johnny could see right through Ghost, and Ghost hated it. He knew he liked you. Soap hands him the bottle and he spins around, walking back toward the mess hall where he had left you. He passes you the spray bottle, sitting in a chair next to you as you moved the ladybug out to mist the inside of the container. When you’re finished, you put the ladybug back in and smile. “I’m gonna keep it in my room.” You smile. “Come on.” You grasp Ghosts hand. He feels his heart freeze in his chest, breathing out. Just the slightest touch from you had his heart jumping in his chest. You pull him along. Placing the small container on the small nightstand you had. You scooted it to be near a window. Half of the container was in the sun, the other was in the shade. “There. You got your pet ladybug, fawn.” He let’s out a deep chuckle. You smile real wide at it, and his eyes want to roll back into his head at how sweet you were. A knock at your door has you both perking up. “You both decent?” Soap asks. “Uh… yeah?” You say confused. Soap opens the door and smiles. “Sorry, seen you both come in here alone. Didn’t want to walk in on anything.” Your face heats up, realizing. Ghost wants to ring Johnny’s neck. “No, we’ve already finished.” You send a wink Soaps way, and Ghosts cheeks burn, eyes widened. Soap laughs. “Jesus Christ.” He rolls his eyes. “Was thinking about going to the pub later. You guys wanna come?” Ghost would only agree if you said yes.

“Uh.. sure yeah.” You smile. Ghost crosses his arms. “Yeah I’ll go.”

For the rest of the day, Ghost was glued to your side. Most of your time was spent in the mess hall, talking to each other.

When the time came to go to the bar with them, you got a little dressed up, not your usual uniform. You were squeezed in the back seat of Price’s truck next to Soap and Ghost. You were in the middle between the massive men of course. Gaz in the passenger seat, and Price was driving. “Why you so dolled up little lady? Planning on going home with someone?” Soap smirks. Ghosts eyes tear him to shreds from the other seat. “Got a piece of Ghost and want more already?” He tries to save himself. “No. I just wanted to feel like a person today.” You blush. “I’m just giving you a hard time. We all know Ghost isn’t gonna let you go off anywhere alone. He’s like your protector.” Soap nudges you. Ghost wants to tear Johnny apart right now.

When you arrive, you follow everyone inside. Ghost is behind you. Following you close behind.

The night goes pretty smoothly. Everyone is sitting at the bar until a few of them decide to play pool. Ghost excuses himself to the bathroom. He sits at the sink, he hated this. He hated feeling this way for you, he didn’t feel this way for anyone. He was usually able to swallow down his feelings but he just couldn’t with you. He takes a deep breath, walking back out to the bar. He sees that someone has filled his seat next to you. Price, Gaz and Soap have disappeared to the back to play pool. They didn’t really need to see this anyways. Ghost could see how uncomfortable you were. “I’m sorry- but I have a boyfriend.” He hears you lie. This random man’s hand reaches to touch your hair. Toying with it. “I don’t see him anywhere.”

“He went to the bathroom,” you shrug his hand away. Ghost knew you could handle yourself. But knew you didn’t really like to with your own people. You only wanted to eliminate terrorists. “I was just in there, didn’t see him. Why are you lying sweetheart? You don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Yes. She does.”

The man looks up from you, seeing Ghost standing tall. 6’4 1/2. Mask on his face. Arms crossed. His chest raised with his intake of a sharp breath, he wanted to kill him. His eyes burned a hole into the man. Nobody was supposed to be touching you, period. “I suggest you get away from her, before I make you.” Ghost raises his jacket, showing his sidearm in his waistband. The man’s eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender. “Sorry man, I didn’t know she was taken.”

“She told you she was, mess with another girl in here again and you will regret it.” He seethes. The man stands up, walking for the door.

Your heart flutters with admiration. The way he defends you, it’s so amazing. It makes you feel invincible. A breath leaves your lips. Ghost sits down next to you. “You okay? Did he hurt you?” His hands are on you, making sure you’re okay. “I’m fine Simon, thank you.” You breath. The way his name rolls off of your lips. It throws him for a curveball, closing his eyes tightly. You’ve never called him that before, it puts him in a daze. “I like that.” His voice is deep, raspy. “What?”

“I like when you call me Simon.” You smile. “Well. I like your name, Simon.” You chuckle. Ghost could tell you were a little buzzed.

This is what this was. This is why he’s having such a hard time with you. You see right through him, right through his tough shell. You see Simon. This wasn’t Ghost growing feelings for you. This was Simon. He’d pushed back Simon, as far back as he could. Simon had been hurt one too many times and all that was left was Ghost. Until you came along of course. Simon emerges from the depths of his mind, every time you compliment him, or give him those tiny purple and white flowers, a Daisy occasionally. Sometimes you’d manage to find a wild rose, passing it to him. When you were hurt, his eyes full of worry. That was Simon.

Ghost only ever seemed to emerge when someone was messing with you. When it came to killing people for you, when you’d been shot or stabbed or cut. He was heartless, ruthless. When it came to them. He had no mercy for those who endangered you. But, once the threat was eliminated. When you laid there, laughing off the pain, fading feeling of dying haunting your brain like a plague. It was Simon who aided you. Simon who’s eyes filled with tears, scared to death at the thought of losing you. It was Simon who sat in the infirmary with you, by your side. Jumping at the slightest snap or sound. It was Simon who felt the rush of relief when your eyes opened and you sent him that same lazy smile. His heart swelling in his chest.

Ghost was in danger because of Simon. He’d pushed Simon back all of those years ago. The pain, the hurt. The shredding he felt in his chest from sorrow and despair he’d suffered from other people, from the military. From losing everyone he’d ever loved, losing everyone he’d ever known. He felt sick. He felt nothing but sheer pain.

He was coming to terms with it. Simon would take back over when it came to you.

He was in love with you.

He had nothing else to do but accept it, accept the fact that you were haunting his mind day and night.

“Do you want to go back to base, fawn?” He asks. You nod your head. “I thought that… dressing like this would make me feel normal. Not put me at risk.” The sadness in your eyes makes Ghost want to march outside. Find that man, and beat him until he stops moving. He hated seeing you sad. “Let’s go, we’ll walk back. It’s not far.” He smiles. He passes you his jacket, leaving him in a long sleeve black shirt. “Hey, we’re going to head back to base. She’s not feeling good.” He says to the others. They nod their head, and he walks back to you. Exiting the doors with you. “Thank you, for being so kind to me Ghost.” You smile. He nods his head. The walk back to base isn’t so bad, it’s a little cold, the air nipping at your cheeks. Ghosts jacket keeps you warm for the most part. “You want to check on my ladybug with me?” You smile. “Sure love.” He laughs. You grasp his hand, pulling him along to your room. When you get inside, your ladybug is still crawling around. “I’m not sure what I’m gonna name it.” You look at it closely, resting your head on your hand. He thinks for a second. “I’m not sure.” The both of you think for another few minutes. “I got a couple books in my room. Maybe we can find something there.” He laughs. You nod your head, following behind him.

When you get there, he passes you a book. He doesn’t think. He totally forgets.

You flip a couple pages and a little dried flower wisps it’s way to the floor. Ghosts eyes widen and you furrow your eyebrows, picking it up in confusion. “Is this..” you start, flipping through the book, finding many more. A small smile appears on your lips and his eyes look down, crimson creeping up onto his cheeks. “Are these the ones I’ve given you, Ghost?” You ask. “Uh..” he scratches the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah.” You smile. “I didn’t know you kept them. I thought that you just threw them away.” You smile, tucking the fallen flower back between the pages. “Yeah.. I.. My mum always taught me how to make stuff with them. It’s a force of habit.” He rushes his words. “I think it’s sweet.” You smile. He laughs. A genuine laugh. You’re so oblivious to his feelings for you. You’re so sweet, it’s almost too much to bare. It’s hard for him to believe you’ve killed people, that you were so mentally and physically strong when it came to the military. “Listen.. Y/N.” He breathes. Your real name falling from his lips has you looking at him in confusion.

This wasn’t Ghost talking anymore. It was Simon.

“Sit down for me, yeah?” His voice is soft, something you’ve never heard before. It leaves you confused. He grasps the bottom of his mask, pulling it over his head and completely off. Your eyes widen. Having never seen him before. His blue eyes burn into yours and you’re in awe by the fact that he’s just revealed himself to you. Not Ghost. But Simon.

He takes your hands in his, kneeling before you. “I..” he takes a deep breath. “I like you.” He sighs. “And. I always told myself I’d never put myself in this position again. But I can’t take it anymore. I need you to know. That I have feelings for you. It’s okay if you don’t like me back. I just needed you to know, needed to get this off my chest.” He breathes. He looks down. He expects to be rejected by you. You were much younger than him, he imagined you’d never go for someone like him.

You take him completely off guard. Cupping his cheeks with your hands and pulling him in to kiss you. When his lips are on yours, it lights a fire inside of him. He wraps his arms around your lower back, lifting you up with ease and you wrap your legs around his back. He shoves the small wooden chair to the side with his foot, and backs you up into the wall behind you. His lips don’t move from yours until the both of you are panting. Lips swollen and blushing from the rough kiss you’d just shared. “I.. I like you too. I’ve just been too anxious to say anything because I didn’t think you liked me back.” You smile, breathing out. He presses his forehead to yours. This was Simon. All of him. His eyes, his lips. His beautiful smile. “You’re.. so handsome.” You giggle and he pulls you back from the wall. Backing himself up until he falls back into his bed with you. You’re straddling his hips, scooting up onto him. “Thank you sweetheart.” He blushes. You can see the pink appearing onto his pale skin. He definitely needed some sun. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Simon.” You giggle. “Can’t believe you’ve kept such a beautiful face a secret.”

“I wish I could keep your beautiful face a secret. My own secret.” He smiles. This side of him was so different. You lean down, kissing him again. It felt so foreign. So forbidden. His lips were soft on your own and you couldn’t help yourself as you propped yourself up. You deepened the kiss and slid your hips up his front. It takes him off guard. Did you really want him like this? When he pulls away, he looks into your eyes. He doesn’t see even an ounce of hesitation. He slips his fingertips under your shirt, feeling his fingertips on your bare skin. It’s too much. He’s hardening beneath you, you can feel him throbbing against you. His dark jeans were refining him. You rock your hips into his, eyes darkening as you looked down into his eyes. A sigh leaves your lips when he pulls your hips into his, groaning out. “This is a bad idea,” he pants. “Yeah it is.” You lower yourself again. Lips on his. You kiss him harder than before, teeth knocking into his from the force of your kiss. You grasp the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, discarding it somewhere on the floor of his room. His fingers move along your waistband, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down your hips. You lift yourself up, sliding them down your legs and throwing them down with your shirt. You’re only in undergarments now, dazed from the effect he had on you. He unclasps your bra with ease, ditching it to the side. You’re only in panties now.

He pushes them down your thighs, exposing you to him completely. Your lips go back to his as he unbuttons his own jeans between the both of you. You have to move so that he can slide them off, pulling his shirt off. He’s fully naked now. Nothing is stopping you, no thin layers can be used as an excuse now. You look him in the eyes, taking a deep breath as you grasp his rock hard cock, lining him up with your sopping entrance. When the tip of his dick brushes against your wet folds, his eyes roll back. This didn’t feel real, he felt like he was dreaming, he’d wake up soon. He was sure of it. His fat cock pushes into your opening, stretching you. Your lips part, eyes widening slightly as he stretched you. “Oh-“ you breath. A gasp leaves your lips when he lifts his hips into yours, bottoming out in one thrust. “Fuck-“ you gasp out, the first time he’s heard you curse. And it’s on his cock.

He fits perfectly into you, brushing right into your spongy spot. He made your thighs shake and weaken. A lazy smile covers your lips and your eyes are screwed shut. “I.. it’s almost too much.” You giggle. Thighs shivering as you lift yourself up onto him, sliding back down. “Shit!” He groans out. “My god you are fucking tight around me.” He gasps. His chest felt heavy from the pleasure baring down onto him. “Fucking hell you feel good-“ he grits his teeth. Muscles showing as his clutches your hips. He wanted you to move against him, was going crazy by the a sense of you lifting your hips into him. You started grinding your hips into him, unable to lift yourself off of him without shaking and collapsing. It was pathetic how he made you like this, had these effects on you. He grasps your thighs, beginning to help you lift your hips into him. “Oh- it’s too much- ah!” You gasp. He lifts you up, flipping around to where you’re underneath him. Legs shivering, body spasming as he slipped into you. He bottoms out, growling out. “You’re going to have to let it be too much.” He groans, sliding his hips back and thrusting into you. Hard. A cry leaves your lips, and he thanks whatever god is out there that everyone else is at the pub. He hammers his hips into yours, bottoming out with each thrust. You could barely take it. “Ah! Simon!” You mewl, clutching onto the bed sheets. He halts his thrusts. “Hold your legs open for me sweetheart. Let me take care of you.” He breathes. You wrap your arms under your knees, pulling them apart. He takes a slow deep thrust, sliding perfectly into you. Brushing up against parts of you nobody had ever touched. Parts of you that you never thought were possible. A moan leaves your lips. Skin heating up and covering with a slight sheen of sweat. “Simon-“ you whimper.

This was different from any other person you’d been with. He was gentle with you, yet so rough. It felt different, the way his calloused hands touched you, so soft yet so warm. The way he touched you, it wasn’t desperation. It wasn’t lust, he took his time. He was caring, reassuring. Realization came down onto you. Washing over you like a rainstorm.

He was in love with you. Saving the flowers, watching over you, protecting you. Only you, no one else. He loved you.

Each thrust of his hips has you falling apart beneath him. You were no longer collected, no longer cared about how you looked. You moaned, whimpered, mewled. You could barely keep yourself together. He felt so good inside of you, and you were desperate for that high that he was pushing you closer and closer into. “Simon!” you moan. Bringing your hand down between the both of you to run circles at your nub. He pushed you further to your brink. You tried to keep your legs open for him. He leans down into you, panting into your ear. He was trying to keep himself together as well, but the way you squeezed around him had him struggling. He was moaning more than he wanted to, he didn’t want to feel anymore vulnerable than he already did, but the moans and whimpers slipped from his lips like a song, he couldn’t keep himself together, his lower stomach was clenching up tightly. He was so close. He clenches his teeth, gripping the sheets besides your head tightly. “I- I’m gonna cum Simon!” A pant falls from your lips and you’re right there. He keeps a steady pace, making sure not to move a muscle from where he was. Your eyes started to grow heavy, harder to keep them open. “I- I-“ a cry leaves your lips when he pushes you over the edge and he rides your high out. His hips halt. “Why are you stopping?” You pant out. “I don’t want to push you too far.” He breathes. “I can take it.” You look up at him. “Are you sure?”

You nod your head, so he continues. His thrusts resume their slow deep strokes until he’s hammering his hips into yours again, feeling your wetness dripping down the both of you. He bites his lip hard. Eyes screwed shut. He lifts himself up slightly, face a few inches from yours, the muscles in his arms clenching up tightly. “You can tell me if it’s too much okay?” His voice is deep and unsteady. His dog tags dangle in your face and you can feel another high building. You nod your head. The size of him makes you feel so small beneath him. He was so caring, even during something so sinful. He’s right on the edge within a few more thrusts, his cock twitching slightly. This is where Ghost starts to show through. Those cracks showing darkness. You were going to be his, he was going to knock you up. You were his- only his. He’d prove it to you. You were made for him, he could take care of you. He’d worship the ground you walked on. He would protect you. Thoughts of you, round with his child. It pushes him closer to his high, he was so lovestruck by you, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Forgive me sweetheart. I can’t stop myself.” He groans. “I don’t want you to stop- you can cum inside me.” He growls as you say it. Teeth gritted. So sweet, but letting him do such dirty things to you. When he finally hits his own high, his cock throbs hard with each spurt of his cum filling you up to the hilt. The sound of a door opening has you pulling him into you, kissing him hard to muffle his cries as he came hard into you. Pushing you into another orgasm. You muffled your own moans with his lips. “Fuck.” He grumbles. “Shhh.. S’okay.” You giggle quietly. “You’re soaked around me sweetheart.” He mumbles. Smiling into your lips as he kisses you again. He’s fucking perfect. Beads of sweat forming on his toned chest and arms. Face beat red, hair flattened with sweat. “Shit..” he sighs. Laying next to you. He hears another door close and could tell it was Soap going into his room for the night.

After a few minutes of laying together and cooling off, you clean up. Returning your clothes to each other and putting them back on. He follows you to your room quietly. Saying his good nights to you before returning to his own room. He sighs out. Sitting down on his bed. You were his.

As he lays on his bed, he thinks for a moment. The shadowy side of him beginning to appear. You needed to be his for good. He imagined fucking his cum deeper into you with his fingers, thought about sneaking into your room, you were just down the hall. He breathes out. He has to force himself to sleep so that he doesn’t act out. He wanted your trust, wanted you forever. He’d do anything to get it.

The following morning, he got up before everyone else, sneaking his way into your room. When he steps inside, he feels that it’s more cool than usual. He notices the frost growing in the small plastic container your ladybug was in. “Shit.” He mumbles to himself. You were warm under your blanket, small sighs still leaving your lips. You must’ve forgotten to turn on your heater. He picks up your terrarium, hurrying out the door quietly. He steals your alarm clock on his way out, setting the terrarium where the sunlight would shine so that it could warm up. He waits impatiently as the sun appears. Leg bouncing up and down. “Uh. LT? You okay?” Soap asks. “Yeah.” He sighs. Price appears, a confused look on his own face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He growls out. Price raises his hands in surrender. “Nothing son, you just. Um..” he breathes. “I moved Y/N’s alarm clock. Don’t wake her up.” He says quickly. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Her ladybug froze, I’m going to go look for a new one when it warms up outside.” They nod their heads. “We can help you find one. What color was it?” Price asks. “It was Red, but it was a big one.” They nod their heads. When it’s warm enough, everyone is outside searching for ladybugs. “I’ve found 2, but they’re orange.” Ghost thinks for a minute, “add them in, she’ll love it.” He smiles. Gaz finds another, a big bright red one. Just like the one that was shriveled up on the bottom of your container that he had removed earlier. “thank god.” He sighs. “I got a real light orange one.” Price says, flicking it off of his thumb into the container. “Great. She’ll love them.” He sighs. Soap is smirking at him when they return to the mess hall. “You really like that girl don’t ya?” Price chuckles. “Uh.. yeah.”

Everyone looks upon him. “What?” He asks. “You don’t have a mask on.” He reaches up, touching his bare cheek. “Jesus Christ,” he groans. Walking off to his room. They’d seen him.

They seen Simon. Searching to please his girl, so that he didn’t have to see her heartbroken. Protecting her. Looking out for her. He returns his mask on. He’s sitting at a table in the mess hall across from Soap when you finally emerge from your room. He’d messed with your alarm clock and turned it off. Placing it back down. “My alarm didn’t go off I guess. How come nobody woke me up?” You ask. “You seemed peaceful. Besides, Simon has a surprise for you.” Price smiles. “Hm?”

“We all found some ladybugs when we went out this morning.” He nods to the terrarium. “Oh my gosh really?” He nods his head. You sit down and lower your head, looking into it. Ghost looks at Price, giving him a nod. The smile on your face as you watch them all climb all over the container brings Simon so much joy, it warms his heart. You were his, completely his at last.

#my heart my fucking heart #I want a love like this holy fuck #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost posts #johnny soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #gaz mw2 #gaz cod

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if a vampire ever wanted to bite me, well. Chomp, am i right. haha

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trying to push myself to draw again... I feel all I managed this year was unfinished sketches.. ;x;

anyway this is my kelpie OC Brom 💚

#this oc is so pretty and unfinished sketches are so appealing anyways 🖤 #brom is hot 🥵

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BATHROOM FUN | Roronoa Zoro

warnings: nsfw, mdni, f!reader, mean!zoro, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, edging, slight degradation, spitting, aftercare(?), established relationship, english is not my first language.

word count: 1,312

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The ship docked on an island and you decided to explore the island with Zoro. He declined at first and said that he’d rather have some peaceful sleep, but of course you wouldn’t give up without a fight. After some begging and a bunch of reasonable arguments on why he should go out, he gave in. During your walk, you were hugging his arm the whole time. You were wearing a tight t-shirt and a skirt. The thing is, your breast is squeezed against his arm. You were saying something on the whole walk but he just nodded mindlessly, getting distracted, and sneaking glances on your breast.

And now here you are, in the bathroom of some random store that your boyfriend dragged you into. Your skirt rolled up around your waist, hair all over the place. His strong hand holds your hips while the other hand covers your mouth to stop you from making too much noise. Your back against his muscular chest, you are flushed between your fully clothed boyfriend and the bathroom stall. Your eyes roll back as he trusts repeatedly into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your wet center echoing the room. His face is on your neck, sucking and marking your neck.

A hand that was on your hips moved to your overstimulated clit. He rubs your clit and leaves you a writhing mess. He keeps a quick pace, slams into you with his brutal thrusts. You let out a loud moan, feeling overstimulated. He stops his thrust, the hand on your mouth leaves and moves to your neck. He grabs you close to him by your neck, his jaw clenched.

"What did I just fucking say?" His irritated gaze meets you. He had told you to keep quiet because they're in a public place and somebody might hear them. But he's been pounding you for half an hour and you're already on your third orgasm, so it's impossible to stay quiet anymore.

"Ugh.. too much. Can't take it." You let out a whine, tears in your eyes, struggling against his hard grip on your neck.

"Well, I don't fucking care." He continues his thrust, harder and more rough than the last time. You cry out from the overstimulation, you feel another release is coming.

As you're about to reach your climax, he slows down his thrust then stops. You let out a whine when he pulls out of you. But before you can say another word, he sits on the toilet lid while dragging you with him so that now you're sitting on his lap.

Instead of putting himself back inside you, he holds your hips with both of his hands, moving your hips back and forth so that you're grinding on his thigh. You whimper at the feeling of your bare cunt making contact with his bare thigh. You begin to roll your hips against his thigh, desperately. He relaxes his hands on your hips, stops guiding you as you begin to find your rhythm.

Both of your hands find they're way around his neck. Your eyes are closed, mouth slightly parted, head pointing to the ceiling. Cute. He thought to himself. He catches you off guard when he roughly grabs you toward him by your neck. He smashes his lips against yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you try to keep up with his sloppy and rough kiss. One of his hands wanders to your ass while his other hand is on your breast, squeezing it through your crumpled t-shirt.

He pulls away from the kiss, making you whine. He let out a throaty chuckle, "Pathetic." He keeps his hand on your breast, teasing your hard nipple through the fabric. You let out a moan, still grinding on his thigh with your juices all over his thigh. At this point, the both of you don't care anymore if somebody hears you.

You grind faster against his thigh as you feel that you're getting close. But before you could release, he grabs your hips, stopping your movements. You look up at him with frustrated tears in your eyes, whining. "Please." You cried out.

Strands of your hair stuck to your face with thin sweat. He put your hair back in its place. He leans in to kiss your cheek. "Please what, baby?" He moves to your neck, kissing it and sucking it. "Hm?"

"Please." You whimper desperately. "Please let me cum." Your voice cracks, a tear rolls down your cheek.

He then smashes his lips against your as he puts his hands on your ass to pick you up. You put your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck to stop yourself from falling. He slams you against the bathroom stall, you let out a moan into the kiss.

Still kissing you, he grabs his still hard length, giving it a few pumps before guiding it towards your entrance. He rubs the tip along your slit, making you moan in pleasure. He breaks the kiss, then you feel his tip easing its way into you as the both of you let out a moan. He's staring at your face, the way your face scrunches in pleasure, the way you let out a breathy moan. He swears he could've cum right there right then.

He pulls his hips back slowly, letting his tip out of you. Then he pushes it back into you slowly only for him to pull out of you again. You were so desperate for him, and about to snap at him. But when you were about to say something, he slams his entire length inside you.

"Ah!" You gasp. You grasp into his forearm as he roughly pounds into you, giving you no time to adjust. Choked whimpers escape your mouth. The sound of him pounding into your wetness fills the room.

With every thrust, your back slams against the stall. He grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open. He spits into your mouth. Without being ordered, you swallow. He smiles proudly then puts his lips on yours. Kissing you with his tongue.

Breaking the kiss, he groans then buries his face on your neck. His thrust is ruthless, his tip hits your cervix every time he pounds into you. Your toes curl in pleasure.

Your wetness is covering his length. You feel yourself getting close, he can feel it too. He fastens his thrust. You cry out his name, your legs twitching. He looks into your eyes with one hand around your waist and the other beside your head.

You look up into his eyes with a desperate expression on your face. Silently begging him to let you cum. He catches what you're trying to say. "Go on." He orders you and you instantly give in. You let out a scream of pleasure. Not long after that, he releases himself inside you, filling you up.

Still inside you, he rests his forehead against your neck while you lean your head against the wall. The both of you are breathing heavily. You can feel his cum leaking out of you, dripping to the floor.

After a few moments, he raises his head to meet your gaze. He smiles at you, with a smile that warms your heart. You smile back at him tiredly. He moves the strands of your hair that are stuck to your face. "You okay?" He asks. You can't help but blush really hard at his softness. You nod, telling him that you're okay. He gives you a peck on the lips before putting you down on your feet.

He helps you clean the mess he made between your thighs, then he helps you put on your clothes back (although you never really take it off) and fix your hair before the both of you make your way out.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

#the way that this was so fcking HOT #SQUEEZING MY THIGHS TOGETHER RN #zoro is such a bully but him being sweet makes it worth #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshots #one piece smut #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro x you

[demontaster]

Forbidden Fruit: Shanks x F!Reader

Tags: nsfw, Modern!AU, AGE GAPS (at one point he mentions he's old enough to be reader's dad), mentions of creampies/breeding, dirty talk, daddy kink, sex toys, and phone sex

You were desperate.

After looking for a boyfriend for so long, you were getting frustrated. Boys at your college seemed dull to you, and online dating was a total bust; finding companionship seemed impossible for you.

You wanted something romantic, sure, but right now, you needed something more sexual. You hadn’t been laid in god knows how long, and the sexual energy within you had reached its bursting point.

You thought to yourself as you lay in bed; you could’ve used one of your many toys to get you off, but that was growing old. You wanted someone to be there with you.

You chewed at your lip, trying to decide what to do with your frustrated self.

Until an idea popped into your mind.

Maybe you didn’t have a companion, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t buy some services to replicate the experience.

Immediately you perked up and began searching for online cams and various male voice-over actors you could listen to. 

But after looking at those, you decided that wasn’t quite right either…

That’s when you see a targeted ad about a phone sex hotline. You raised your brows; you had never considered doing something like that before… but the more you thought about it, the more appealing it sounded.

You clicked the number on the search engine page without even thinking it through.

You almost hang up, but you’re greeted by an automated voice.

“Welcome!” It cheerily rings, “You have reached The New World Chat Line! Please select one if you are interested in women, two of you are interested in men.”

You debate hanging up right then, but with shaky fingers, you select ‘two.’

The silence is loud, but eventually, you hear that automated voice again.

“Please select one of our many male operators to chat with!”

The phone begins repeating back various profiles that the men had recorded themselves. There were many different guys, each with their own list of kinks and physical descriptions. You chewed your lip as you listened; some were interesting but not enough to get you to bite the bullet.

That is, until you hear a deep, raspy voice. 

“Hey there,” It starts, “You can call me Akagami. Uh, let’s see, I’ve got red hair, and I’m a little over six foot… I think I’m around six foot six?”

Your eyes bulged; he considered that “a little” over?

“I’m looking for sweet girls that like to play with older men. Real innocent, cute types are perfect for my style of play. I want to guide a girl, teach her everything from how to squirt to how to please me-“

You don’t need to hear anymore. You want this guy now.

Pressing ‘one’ on impulse, the phone begins to ring.

It doesn’t take long before there’s an answer.

“Hey there, sweet thing,” he says it with a familiarity that causes your body to heat up.

“U-Uh, hi-“ you want to smack yourself as your voice comes out way too squeaky and high-pitched.

He laughs on the other end, but you can tell it’s all in good fun, not out of malice.

“And how are you doing today, princess?”

“Uhm,” you pick at the hem of your shirt as you lay on your back, “I’m feeling a bit lonely. I wanted to talk to someone…”

You can hear the smile in his voice, “Is that right? So you decided to talk to me? I’m flattered.”

“Mhm…” you trail off, not sure how to get the ball rolling. 

But fortunately for you, he’s a natural. 

“Honey, you sound a bit young,” he starts, “How old are you?”

“O-Old enough!”

He chuckles, “So you’re a younger girl.”

Your face burns bright red. Were you seriously so obvious that he could read you so easily? 

“Hm, don’t worry, your little secret is safe with me.” He purrs it into the phone, and your body shivers at his tone, “Is this your first time calling for this kind of thing?”

“Um, yeah…”

He chuckles lowly, and your heart skips a beat, “Don’t worry, we can talk about anything you want. It can get sexy, it can get sad, hell, you could just tell me about your day; I’m all ears.”

You smile a bit at his words, your nerves starting to disappear. 

“Well, I called because, like I said, I’m kinda lonely…” you pause as you debate what you want to say, “I’ve been trying to find a boyfriend but no luck…”

You hear him “aww” as he listens, and you talk a bit about your dating struggles, how college has been challenging, and how you’re up to your limit with how sexually frustrated you are. 

“Things can be rough at your age. I remember I had a hard time when I was in college…”

“How old are you?” You chirp up, and he laughs. 

“Curious? I’m 40 now.”

You hummed, “You’re old enough to be my dad.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, “I kind of figured that.”

“It’s kinda…” you swallow, unsure how to finish your sentence without dying of shame. 

“Kinda what?” He pushes, and you can practically hear his smirk, “Go ahead.”

Your core lit up at his words, “Even though you’re almost twice my age- no because you’re almost twice my age… it’s really getting me worked up.”

He growls, “Yeah? You like fantasizing about older guys?”

“I-I do-” you whimper, “My dad has a friend… I’ve always found him attractive…”

“Sounds like you’ve always had a thing for older men.”

“Always.”

He groans at that, “Dirty little girl… don’t you know it’s girls like you that make things so tempting for guys like me? We want to take advantage of cute things like you who have no idea what you’re getting into…”

You bite your lip, “But I want you to take advantage of me.”

“Fuck-” he hisses, “Alright, I don’t know if I can take the idle conversation anymore, princess. You’re making me so hard right now.”

You swallow, working up the courage to make the first move, “Can you tell me how hard you are? Please?”

Your core flutters at the grunt that comes from the other end of the line.

“It’s getting really hard, baby. My pants feel so tight right now just listening to your sweet voice say such dirty things.”

He groans, and your ears perk up at the sound of fabric shuffling in the background. Your heartbeat accelerated at the action.

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve any discomfort that grew between your legs at his words.

And with that, there’s a click from the phone. 

“Hello?”

“To continue, please enter payment information.”

Shit. Your free minutes ran out. 

You scrambled to grab your wallet on the bedside table and fished out your card. Quickly, you punch in your credit card info before the phone rings again. 

A warm chuckle greets you, “Did I lose you?”

“Yeah-“ you sigh, “I needed to enter some card info.”

You can hear the smile in his voice, “I see… don’t worry, I kept your seat nice and warm for you~”

“Thank you,” you laugh, “I appreciate it.”

“Yknow,” he starts, “I bet a slutty little thing like you has a bunch of toys to play with. Why don’t you take one from your collection and use it?”

“O-Okay.”

You whine as you remove your hand from your cunt and get out of bed, pulling out a box from underneath it. You pull out your favorite clitoral vibrator and a basic dildo. You describe to Akagami the toys you’ve chosen.

“Good girl,” he purrs, “Try easing that dildo inside first…”

As you lay on your back, you spread your legs, teasing your hole with the silicone tip. You whimper softly before pushing in and gasping at the intrusion. You’re plenty wet, so the toy slides right in, bottoming out to the suction cup base. 

“I-It’s in- “

“Good, good.” He hums. “Turn on the vibrator now. Make sure it’s on the lowest setting, alright?”

You adjust so that you’re holding the phone between your shoulder and cheek, your dominant hand turning on the vibrator and placing it on your clit. Even though it was only on the first setting, the buzzing made you jump. 

“God, I can just imagine your flustered body writhing…” he laughs, “You said you’re in college, right? Don’t you have roommates you’re worried about?”

You bit your lip, “She won’t be back for a while… I think.”

“Oh? You think?” He teases, “Now you’ve got me thinking about if I was in your dorm room with you…”

“W-Wh-” you try to get your words out, “What would you do if you were here?”

“Mm,” he drawls, “first, I’d kiss my precious princess. Swipe my tongue over your lips before playing with your tongue.”

Your face grows hot, and you wonder what his tongue would taste like. Does he drink? Smoke? Your tongue darts over your lips as you ponder.

“And I’d play with your tits… squeeze them and play with your nipples that I bet are so hard right now.”

You use your free hand to pull at your nipples, which are just as stiff as the older man speculated.

“A-And then what?”

“Eager, are you?” He stifles a laugh, “I like that….”

“Just for you, Daddy.”

A silence lingers, and for a while, you’re worried you might’ve made him uncomfortable. 

But then he speaks. 

“You know, a lot of dorms have security. And even if yours doesn’t, other students will likely see us…” You press your lips together, wondering where he’s taking this, “You think they’d think I’m your father when you lead me to your room? That our relationship is innocent?”

Your eyes flutter shut as he continues, “Or do you think they’d know I’m just there to use your younger body? That I’m just a perverted old man fucking a college girl?”

“I-I-“you stutter, tossing your head back, “I don’t know-“

“Turn up your toy, princess. Let Daddy hear your moans.”

You obey his command immediately as if he’s placed a spell on you. Your finger clicks the button on your toy again, making the vibrations grow stronger. 

“Oh, Daddy-” you sharply gasp, “I need your cock- how big is it? Tell me-“

“Around eight inches when I’m this hard, princess.”

Your mouth watered.

“Never had a dick that big in me before…”

He chuckles, “No?”

“It’s probably too big-“

“Daddy will make it fit.”

You moan openly, your cunt squeezing the dildo inside you at his words. Even though he didn’t give you permission, you turned the toy up one more notch. You bit your lip, knowing you’d get in trouble if he found out. Over the sound of your toy, you hear wet noises coming from his end.

“Would you let Daddy fuck you raw, princess?” He grunts, “Would you let him creampie your little pussy?”

“Yes-“you breathlessly gasp, “Y-Yes, I want it-“

“Mm,” he moans, “You answered that quickly. You could get knocked up, you know.”

As you approach the edge, your breathing goes shallow, “Don’t care, just need you to claim me. I need you to own me-!”

“Fuck-“he draws it out, “I’m gonna make it so you only want Daddy’s dick. None of those little boys at school will be able to compete.”

You whimper and arch your back as your toy happily buzzes away, stimulating you in all the right ways. Your clit throbs and pulses as the toy surrounds it, and your insides tighten around the other toy. 

“I’m so close-“

“That’s good; turn up your toy one more notch.”

“I-I can’t-“

He hums, “A toy that only has two settings? That doesn’t sound right… did you turn it up without permission?”

Your voice trembles, and your legs shake, “Yes, Daddy…”

“Naughty thing,” he tsks, “I’ll allow it this time, but only because we’re both so close-“

Your eyes shut tight as the pleasure overwhelms you. As you approach the end, your legs begin to quiver, and your heart rate is off the charts. Your body tense as your feelings become too much to bear. You needed to cum.

“Daddy, I-I need to cum!” You whimper, “Please let me cum!”

“Ngh-“He grunts, “Cum for Daddy. Squirt your cum all over your cute fingers* 

Your vision goes dark as you cum. Your body seizes, and your toes curl as your back arches off the bed. Your chest heaves, and you hear a low growl from the other end of the phone, “That’s it, that’s it, princess. You sound so pretty when you cum for me.”

“Daddy,” you moan helplessly, “Cum for me too.”

Akagami’s breath grows ragged as he gets closer, “Don’t worry, princess, Daddy isn’t far behind-!”

He lets out a low groan when he cums, and you bite your lip, listening to him. After a few moments, everything grows quiet. 

“I’ll call you again Daddy. Let’s play again soon, okay?”

“Of course, baby. I would love to guide you through another orgasm.”

And with that, you hang up the phone.

#this was a fucking meal I needed #imagine they met up after so many calls ugh

[demontaster]

[demontaster]

𝑇𝐴𝐿𝐾 𝑇𝑂 𝑀𝐸 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 ＃︎！︎

❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) + 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭

❤︎ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚, + 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐡𝐦 <𝟑

「︎ nanami 」︎♡︎

⥅︎ his grunts rest so comfortably in your ears as nanami fucks into you, his chest pressed against yours. his breath tickles your neck while his lips ghost the skin of your ear.

“you alright baby? still with me?” nanami asks, his hand gently patting your damp cheek.

a lazy nod is all you give while whimpers tumble past your lips. nanami kissed his teeth and cooed teasingly, squeezing your cheeks together for your lips to form a pout.

“i need words angel. talk to daddy, baby.”

tears collected at your lash line again, a lust-filled gaze in your eyes as you looked your at where nanami’s cock plunged into your cunt.

“feel you here, daddy.” you whined, finding the strength to caress your lower belly where you could feel his cock driving into you.

nanami smirked before leaning up to pull you up and on his lap. “lets see where else you can feel me. yeah?”

「︎ rengoku 」︎ ♡︎

⥅︎ rengoku is so excited to fuck you. he loves having you underneath him, your legs pressed all the way back into a mating press as he fucks his second load of cum into you. you’re a trembling mess as you feel another orgasm nearing.

“that’sss it. gonna cum for me again beautiful?” rengoku inquires softly, his lips pressing kisses all over your face.

a moan was stuck in your throat when rengoku dug his dick deeper into your pussy. “kyo, i feel—i feel like i gotta pee kyo!” you squeaked, a shiver running through your body when his thick fingers rubbed your clit.

the flame hashira smiles down at you with that dazzling smile of his right before he pulls his hips back, the head of his cock caught right at your entrance, and slams back into you.

body locked, you squirt all over him and his cock, triggering his own orgasm as he moans sweetly in your ear.

“so good baby. such a good job. shittt!” rengoku moaned, his own legs starting to tremble slightly.

a breath of relief went through you as fatigue blanketed your bones. “hey, hey, hey. stay with me princess. wanna go one more time.”

「︎ aizawa 」︎♡︎

⥅︎ he looked devastatingly handsome watching you struggle to take his cock. all he wanted to do was take a nap before patrol but you were so goddamn needy. now you have to work for it.

“daddy please! i—i can’t!” you cried, trying to slow down. aizawa smacked your ass roughly, glaring at you.

“did i say you could stop?”

a broken sob came out in response to his harshness. “no sir.”

“i won’t help you til you make yourself cum on my cock.” he speaks tiredly, as if he couldn’t be bothered by your needy behavior.

but you knew that to be false by the way his cock twitches inside of you every time you lift your hips to sink back down. truthfully, aizawa wanted to take you and fuck you until you couldn’t think. but sluts like you had to learn.

your hips desperately bucked in an erratic way as your hands dug tiny crescent moons into the pro-hero’s lower stomach. aizawa grunted in response and his hands flew to your hips tightly.

“gonna c-cum shota!” you moaned loudly, your pussy clenching tightly around him as your orgasm washed over you.

aizawa was just as dazed as you, watching the tremors of a good release tickle your body. your pussy was sucking him in so tight, he couldn’t help but cum with you.

“take it. fuck! take it all.” he hissed, his hands gripping your flesh tightly.

tiredly, you slumped forward and rested your face in aizawa’s neck. his hands soothing the skin he grabbed and speaking softly in your ear. you felt him shift around and next thing you knew, you were laid on your stomach, ass in the air.

a tired whine escaped you as aizawa lined his still hard cock at your entrance once again. “gotta keep my promise, don’t i baby?”

𝐛𝐫𝐛. 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛 𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric

#husband coded men #amazing

[demontaster]

Work Hard, Play Hard

Rengoku x Reader | cw: overstimulation, manhandling, dirty talk | 18+ | ~ 1.8k

Modern AU where Rengoku had a bad day at work but luckily he can take it out on you

Under the cut because I have literally no chill, enjoy!

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#this is SINFUL SO SINFUL mean kyojuro omg??!!!!! yes please I needed this omfg #delicious fuckkkkkk #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro x reader #kny #kny rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku smut #rengoku x reader

[demontaster]

promised

tags: 18+ MDNI, choso x fem!reader, jjk royal!AU, princess!reader & prince!choso, childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, slight angst, fertility mention, suggested virginity loss, reader wears a dress, alcohol consumption, masturbation, soft dom!choso, teasing, unprotected sex

wc: 5.5k // crossposted to AO3

In your kingdom, there has never been a shortage of other children for you to build friendships with. You bonded, played games together, and you had not wanted or asked for more. But you had never considered that one could be ranked as an equal. He comes from elsewhere, somewhere you’ve yet to hear of, but you’re told it’s a place that the Throne has put its trust in. From an upstairs window, you watch as his horse-pulled carriage glides up to the entrance of the castle, and as he steps out with his parents and a smaller boy.

You dash down the staircase, quick, but quiet, and peer from behind a pillar while he and his family are ushered in by royal guards. From here, he looks to be a head taller than you, and you guess he is probably less than three years older. The younger boy, who you assume is his brother, cannot be older than four. The two of them hold hands as they bow low and politely to their appointed guide. 

When he introduces himself, you hear that he is titled with the name of prince, which matches yours of princess.

A nearby staff member snickers at your hiding, and she leans down to whisper in your ear that he is your betrothed. You turn your head to look at her with furrowed brows, and she reads the look of confusion on your face as disbelief, and only nods, but doesn’t offer any explanation as to what she means. 

You let her go without asking, instead choosing to examine the boy from behind the column again. His hair is black, and short, and he’s dressed in deep purple satin robes, so long that the bottom hem sweeps against the floor. You’re not sure how you feel about him yet, and scurry from the hall before you can form any sort of opinion.

Later, he is sent outside to find you while you sit under your favorite tree. You had evaded him, his family, and your duty to meet them as a host. But he locates you quickly, standing tall in front of you, casting his long shadow on your face and blocking you from the sun. The wind blows, and you stare at each other for a few long moments.

“My name is Choso,” He finally says.

You blink, “I know.”

That seems to be enough for him, because he turns to sit down next to you, uninvited. 

It doesn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. You fold your hands in your lap while he gets situated, and think of what to say next.

“Someone told me that we are- that you are my- bre…” You can’t remember the sound of the word.

“Betrothed.”

“Betrothed,” You repeat, and side-eye him for an answer to a question you haven’t asked, but he’s too busy admiring the colorful hydrangea bush in front of you to notice, “Do you know what it means?”

He looks at you with a neutral face, “We are to be married.”

Your eyes widen, and jaw drops, and he smiles when you ask, frantically, “Today?”

“No, not today,” He turns his face to his lap, “When we are older.”

You let out a breath of relief, and lean back into the tree behind you. Your shoulders brush, but neither of you flinch away.

Unceremoniously, you tell him your name, and age, as you should have before, but he doesn’t seem like the type to turn up his nose at informalities. You learn that he is thirteen, and a little less than two years older than you. With introductions out of the way, you can offer to teach him your favorite garden game. He accepts.

That night, as you sleep, the silk of royal purple robes drape over the background of your dreaming mind, elegant and sleek. Dark eyes stare at you through a curtain of black hair, and though you only see tiny hints of his pale skin, you know you are looking at the Prince.

When he’s away, back at home, he sends you letters. At first, they’re simple, like someone instructed him to send them, and because he thought that it was what he was supposed to do. Over time, the more you learn him, you start to read them in his voice rather than your own, like you can feel his intent through each character scribbled onto the parchment. His handwriting is thin, and gracious, but it never changes throughout the years, even as he grows into a man who looks too big to write so delicately. You save all of his letters in a little ornate box beneath your bed.

Through these letters, he tells you in detail about home, and all the things he wishes to share with you one day, like the kind of food they are served, the types of flowers planted in their garden, the view from his window. It’s strange that he always comes to you, considering you will be the one to marry into his kingdom. Because you are not the eldest heir, and the throne would seat too many other relatives before the line ever reached you. But Choso is a king in waiting, next to inherit the throne, and you were the one chosen to stand beside him when it happened. For now, you’re satisfied to learn all about your future home through him. 

Once, he writes about how he misses you. How he wishes you were there with him. You don’t understand why it makes your cheeks burn the way they do.

Another cycle of spring brings him back into your castle with it. Each of your parents had agreed that building a relationship before your marriage would be beneficial for you both. Choso’s visits become annual, and your fondness for each other grows each time. After a certain age, he comes alone, no longer accompanied by his parents or brother. The weather on the scheduled day of his arrival is bright, and breezy, and you wait for him beneath your tree, until you can hear his carriage crunching over the gravel of the roadway.

He’s dressed differently this time, with a white robe that has flared sleeves, under a purple gi-like vest. More casual than usual. He let his hair grow longer, as is tradition in his family, and it nearly brushes his shoulders now. He tends to push it from his face by running both hands through it, so it sits back and leaves his face unobstructed. 

For a few moments, you consider this change in silence, but ultimately decide that it suits him.

You drag him by an arm to show him everything that has been altered in his absence, and he obliges without protest. A small smile lingers on his face as he follows, as he nods and hums while he listens to you speak, content to lend you an ear. He has always been the quieter one out of the pair of you, but neither of you had ever minded.

Minding his manners, he greets your family as you pass them, bowing and thanking each of them for inviting him back into your home. They bat you away, like you’re still children and not teenagers, but you lead him back into the garden like you are anyway. You assume position beneath your tree again, but with him beside you this time.

Your head rests back on the bark of the tree while you silently pick out all the extra things that have changed about him, things you couldn’t have spotted if you weren’t close enough. He looks older, more grown, and you can't help but feel like he’s leaving you behind. You want him to stop so you can catch up. 

He glances sideways at you, and lifts a brow when he catches you staring.

It prompts you to say, “You look different.” 

He pouts, and reflects for a moment, “Is it my hair?”

“Yes,” you reason, “But not only that.”

He waits for you to continue, but you don't, “Then what?”

“I’m not sure,” You answer, brows furrowed, like you’re thinking.

He chuckles, “Is it a good different?”

You don't know why you smile, “Yes.”

“Okay.”

You bump your shoulder against his, and poke, “What about me?”

His eyebrows raise, “What about you?”

“Have I changed at all?”

A slow grin breaks out on his face, fond, and knowing, like he’s heard a joke that you haven’t, “Not one bit.”

By the time you get up, the scent of grass is woven into the fabric of your clothes. 

In the early years, your relationship is nothing but copacetic. However, things start to change when you reach your late teens. For reasons you can’t articulate an answer for, you start to resent him. You suppose you’re angry for your lack of choice, and instead of directing it at your parents, you take it out on him. He’s felt what you’re feeling before, but being older, he’s made his peace with it already, and the idea of never having to look far for a spouse had grown on him. Since childhood, it’s been clear that you were a good match, even if not perfect. You can see the hurt in his eyes every time you push him away, but for some reason, it doesn’t make you stop. 

It’s unrelated, but when your relationship with him starts to turn prickly, you’re both rounded into the conference room, to talk about a potential wedding date change. The royal advisor had apparently suggested moving the marriage up sooner, for reasons you deem less than savory.

“They’re young, and the Princess must be fertile. They could make the strongest, healthiest heirs at their age,” He explains to your parents.

Your cheeks burn at the mention of your fertility – you had never thought about it that hard before. But you knew it was expected of you to give Choso an heir, eventually. You catch him peeking at you from the corner of his eye, but you don’t look anywhere but forward, squaring your shoulders back in a subconscious show of confidence that you don’t actually feel. Thankfully, your parents come to your rescue.

“They have their whole lives to bless the kingdom with heirs. We were not married until we were twenty-one, ourselves,” They agree that it’s still too soon, and you and the Prince breathe an audible sigh of relief. You don’t speak when you’re dismissed, and walk out opposite ways from the room.

It’s not until dinner time that you hear from him again. But instead of seeing him at the table, as you usually would, he barges right into your room while you dress.

He’s lucky he didn’t walk in when you were entirely bare, and you were dressed enough to cover everything that should be, though you never were squeamish about that sort of thing with each other before. You don't jump, you don’t scream, only glare from over your shoulder and scold, “Weren’t you taught to knock?”

He looks down and away, towards the floor, embarrassed for something he doesn’t have to be, “I was sent to collect you. Dinner will be served soon.”

“Fine,” You huff, turning back to your mirror, but he still stands in your doorway, “Will that be all?”

He doesn't say anything, just continues staring at the floor. It concerns you, and makes you soften.

“What is it, Choso?” You turn, approaching him, corset only half-laced.

“I don’t like how you’ve been treating me.”

You didn’t, either, “How have I been treating you?”

“Like a nuisance,” He admits, meeting your eyes, “Like an inconvenience.”

Guilty, you stay silent.

“Is that how you feel about me?” He asks.

All of your breath feels like it's being compressed from your lungs, and you can’t keep yourself from frowning, “Of course I don’t.”

“Even when I felt what you’re feeling, it was never because of you. We shouldn’t go through with the marriage if you… Do you not want me?”

For the first time in your life, you feel your heart break in your chest. It wouldn’t matter if you didn’t want him, you both know that. He’s not asking as a prince, but as Choso.

“I do,” You reassure quickly, because you can't stand to let him feel it for a moment longer. You step closer and grab his hand into yours, squeezing, “I do, I’m so sorry. My emotions- I just- I’m confused.”

He breathes a quiet and shaky breath, then nods, understanding, “I will help you.”

You smile at him, for the first time in too long, “Okay.”

Neither of you make a move to step apart, so you ask, closer to his face than you realized, “Will you finish lacing my corset?”

He blinks quick, like he wasn’t expecting it, but agrees. You turn to face the mirror again, and as he moves closer you can feel his breath puff over the back of your neck. He towers behind you, and as he reaches for your laces, you can see the bulge of his bicep beneath the sleeve of his robe, his expression soft as he concentrates. His jaw has sharpened. He’s big, bigger than you remember, and you guess you missed when he crossed over the threshold of boy to man. You quite like the look of him behind you.

You watch as he circles the ties around each of his hands, and pulls them taut, cinching your waist and making your breath hitch for an entirely different reason.

“Too tight?” He asks, sounding as breathless as you feel.

You guess you missed when your emotions crossed over the threshold of fondness to affection.

“Just right,” You answer.

He finishes it with a bow, and lets it hang down your back in big loops. Then his fingers run along the top of your corset, and the touch of them against the bare skin of your shoulder blade makes you want to shiver.

“All done,” He whispers.

You feel him move further into your space, and when you turn your chin towards him, you find that your faces are inches apart.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You haven't been this close since you were children. He looks so pretty from here.

You think you lean in first. It’s softer than you would have imagined it would be. He’s softer than you imagined he would be. For a few seconds longer, you keep yourself pressed to him, and can only wish that you could have more.

You break away first, and he’s stolen your breath, “We should go.”

Choso nods once, curtly, “We should.”

“One more,” You lean in again.

His eyes flick to your lips, “One more.”

When you make it there, you sit side by side at the dinner table, stiff, like the evidence of your lover’s kiss is written plainly all over your lips. But no one seems to notice, and it remains a secret for you both to keep.

During his next stay, once you’re both in your twenties, and less than a year from your marriage date, the Ball of the Spring Equinox falls right in the middle of Choso’s visit. There’s lots of chatter about it around the kingdom, of what fabrics and stitches and styles will be best suited, and it makes you more excited than usual to attend. Naturally, your mind wanders to Choso, and what fabrics and stitches and style he’s chosen to dress himself in. Perhaps it will be his signature royal purple, the color you first met him in, the color you’ve known him for. Or maybe black, to match his shiny dark hair and eyes of pitch.

But he surprises you, and meets you in your corridor dressed in white silk robes. His hair is tied up in two buns, and pieces of it stick out in a way that isn’t messy, but intentional. His collarbones peek out from either side of his neckline, and the skin of his chest is pale and blemishless, milky as the cloth that covers him, and you can’t be sure where the fabric ends and his skin begins.

He looks beautiful, and elegant, like the image of a man meant to be a king.

A tiny smile plays on his lips as you approach him, “Hello,” he whispers.

You smile back, bashful, but true, “Hello.” 

“You get more beautiful every time I see you,” He tells you, like it’s the truest thing he’s ever said. He grabs your hand into his before the blush has a chance to consume your cheeks, “Shall we go?”

Choso escorts you into the ballroom with your arm laced into his, the two of you shoulder to shoulder. Everyone is sure to compliment the Princess and her intended, calling the two of you a vision, a sight for sore eyes. As a couple, you’re seen as a fresh breath, an image of youth that the people are not used to having the opportunity to gawk at.

The ballroom is a mosaic of baby pinks and bright yellows, and everyone in it is garbed in pastels to welcome the spring season with open arms. Large arrangements of flowers are meticulously placed all around the room, draped over door frames and sitting in ornate vases. Your dress just brushes the floor, tailored perfectly to your height, cinched and flowing in all the right places. You knick a pair of champagne flutes off of a platter for you and Choso to share, both of you tapping your glasses together before taking a sip. Your cheeks are still plump with a grin while you drink, eyeing him from the side while he downs his glass until it’s empty.

“Slow down.”

“I’m nervous.”

You raise a brow at him, “Nervous?”

“I don’t like dancing,” He confesses, looking straight ahead.

You pause, “You liked it plenty when I was your partner.”

When you reached the age to learn ballroom dance, Choso was always made to practice with you, considering you’d be partners for a lifetime.

He turns red, “That was different.”

“Different?” You clarify.

“Yes. Different.”

“Different how?”

His mouth shuts before he answers, “There weren’t any people around,” He chooses to say, but you can tell that it’s a half-truth. You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off, “Our instructor doesn’t count.”

Your shoulders visibly slump, and he chuckles. He plucks another flute off of a passing waiter’s platter and knocks it back, then looks at you with a newfound confidence. 

“I’m ready,” He breathes, “Come on.”

“That’s all it takes?” You tease, but he’s not listening, already dragging you forward by the arm.

Others make room for you in the lineup, and you stand across from Choso as he shoots you a lidded gaze. It’s almost inappropriate for the setting, but you don't think anyone can even feel it besides you, because no one else knows the usual look of his eyes just as well. It’s a dance that doesn’t call for much touch between partners, but that doesn’t matter, not with the way he’s studying you. You feel hot all over, like he’s branding you with his stare, and you almost feel yourself get burned when your chests brush together.

It’s a dance you’ve stepped through time and time before with him. But he’s right.

This is different.

Your prince is light on his feet, skillful in his step, and he leaves you feeling ruffled after only a couple of minutes of practiced dancing. The number ends, and everyone on the floor scatters off, but you remain with him for a second longer, to try and make sense of what you’re feeling, as if his face alone could provide you with the answer.

You do your duty to make your kingdom proud, and politely dance with your people when they ask. It’s quite fun, bonding with them through movement, sharing dialogue without any words. It goes this way for hours, because the people love their time with the Princess, but they respect that there’s someone who loves their time together more.

They give you back to Choso when they feel you’ve had enough, and you fit yourself into his side easily, watching as the crowd moves in waves, singing and shouting in joy. 

“Having fun?” He asks.

“Much.”

He glances at the gloss over your eyes, “Are you tired?”

You smile, “Quite.” 

Everyone’s too distracted to watch as you nudge into him.

“We could slip away right now,” You whisper, as close as you can get to his ear, “No one would notice.”

He turns his face to look at you, and you see his eyes flick to your lips, even if only for a nanosecond.

“Lead the way,” He rasps.

The halls are empty, besides the guards, but none of them interrupt while you pull Choso to your room. You practically push him into it before shutting the door behind you, then the two of you size each other up, like animals do when something is foreign to them. You take a step towards him, and he doesn’t move, just lets you press your bodies together like you did on the dance floor and pet his chest while you purr up at him.

“Can you kiss me?”

One of his fingers raises to trail on the line of your jaw, “I can,” He affirms, smirking, not giving you what you want on purpose.

“Please?”

His eyes soften on you, then he’s leaning down into your space.

For the first few moments, your breaths intermingle, lips touching, but not locked. Your eyes fall shut right before you purse, connecting to him, and your belly flutters in delight beneath your dress. You move your lips against his, gently introducing your tongue, and together, you learn a new dance. You wrap your arms around his neck and both of you pull the other in deeper to get a better taste of what you’ve never had before. He kisses you messy, but soft, and if he wasn’t clutching you by the waist you think your knees would buckle from under you.

You break away, but you don’t go far, and you look up at him through eyes he’s never seen before. 

Wanting. Needing. Lustful.

Your hand moves to lightly fist into his collar, using it to pull him even closer to you, “Soil me, because I am yours,” You kiss him once, twice, and plead with him,“I have always been yours.”

That night, Choso loves you in a way he’s never shown you before.

Days pass, and every night Choso finds himself in your bed, and every morning after you two have to pretend like nothing has changed between you, even though everything has. You spend time wherever you can get the most privacy, but never cross the line of intimacy, not until you’re in the confines of your bedroom. The fleeting touches under the dining table aren’t enough, and there’s an endless longing in your gut until the moment he can get his hands on you again.

Everyone around you is none the wiser, and you’re lucky that the guards are sworn to secrecy. Once again, he slips through your door after nightfall, and lets you press all the kisses you want into his skin.

“We can’t keep meeting like this, my love,” Choso tells you, but falls into your open arms easily, with a smile plastered on his lips.

“Sure we can,” You tell him, equally jovial, because you know he doesn’t mean it. After all, something keeps him coming back every night. You kiss him again for good measure, “Come lay with me.”

He walks backward with you until you fall on the sheets, where you quickly and familiarly mold yourselves together, nestled in close like you need him for warmth. He pecks you again.

“You taste sweet,” He says, licking his lips as he pulls away.

“Don’t I always?”

He chuckles, “What’ve you eaten?”

“They brought me plums for dessert.”

“Did they?” He leans in to brush his tongue against yours again, unabashedly chasing after the flavor on you, “And you didn’t think to share with me?”

“Is this not sharing?” You speak into his lips.

He entangles one big hand into the hair at the nape of your neck, and his nails scratch into your scalp, making you shiver. With gentle force, he pushes you forward, meeting you in another wet and sticky french.

Between kisses, you try to tell him, “If it makes it any better,” smack, “I thought of you as I ate them.”

“Oh,” The side of his mouth quirks up, before you fall back into each other, “That fixes it.”

When you break away again, he gives you his rapt attention as you divulge, “There’s never a moment that I’m not thinking of you.”

The color of them reminded you of his royal robes. Of the purple veins that trail and twist under his pale skin. If you looked at the insides of his wrists, you’d be able to see them where they sit, violet underneath milky white, like the roots of a tree, alive and pumping. All of the small things that fill your day make you think of him – he is everything you ever dream of.

“You are precious to me,” You admit, nearly inaudible, as you lay a hand on his cheek.

Choso breathes in a shaky breath, like he’s just suffered a blow, and nuzzles the side of his face into your grasp. He squeezes his eyes shut when he feels his nose prickle with emotion, though he doesn’t want to spend one moment not adoring your beautiful face. He settles with laying a kiss on your open palm, and hopes it can tell you everything he can’t.

When he feels strong enough, he kicks a leg over your hips to straddle you, and playfully pins both your wrists on either side of your head, taking care to not drop his full weight down. You see him peek at you through the hair that falls in thick strands over his face. You’d brush them back for him, if you could. 

You're clad only in a nightgown, with thin straps, and nothing underneath. In this position, it’s smothering your breasts, and one right move can make them spill out of it. He’s dressed in a simple robe, and you feel giddy when you realize that with one pull, you can have him undressed beneath your hands. By now, you’ve seen him bare countless of times before, but getting him naked under your stare never seems to lose its appeal.

“I stretched myself for you,” You tell him with an innocent smile.

“You- You what?”

“Put my fingers inside to prepare. Got myself wet and ready, so you didn’t have to,” You’re about to continue, and tell him all the filthy details, until you see the look on his face, “Why don’t you seem pleased?”

“I don’t mind doing that for you,” He says, brows furrowed, because he’s worried he’s made you think otherwise, “I like it.”

You blink, “Okay. I didn’t-”

“Don’t do it again,” He commands, stern, “You know that I’m not the type of man to neglect your needs.”

Your voice is small when you apologize to him.

“Really?” He leans down, and fits his face into your neck, until you can feel his hot breath puff over your warming skin, “Show me how sorry you are.”

His tongue drags along the side of your throat, and you pant, “How?”

“Do it again. Let me watch.”

“N-Now?”

“Oh, we can wait, if you want,” You hear him purr right beside your ear, “But I thought you were ready for me right now. Unless you did a lousy job.”

You have to stifle a shudder when his lips start to run along the shell of your ear. You knew he was working you up intentionally, but you let yourself get annoyed by his shallow attempt at teasing anyway, “I am ready,” you try to bite, “I’ll show you.”

He takes his cue, and sits up to shuffle off of you, lounging to the side, watching as you spread your legs quickly and waste no time burying two fingers in to the hilt.

“S-See? I’m-” Your face contorts in pleasure when you can't help but curl them up inside you, “All ready.”

You’re about to slip them out, but he swiftly catches your wrist in a big palm, and pushes your hand down, forcing your fingers in deeper and making you keen.

“I didn’t say you were done.”

He’s never been so strict with you, but you couldn’t say that you dislike it. In fact, it’s making you feel hotter than ever, and your pussy drips under his stare. You hook your other hand around your hip to rub at your clit, keeping the other where it stuffs you. You work fast, because you think he’ll give himself to you sooner that way. It doesn’t take long for you to start panting to the room, and you’re close again, like before, when you were lamentably alone. It’s hard to deny, especially when you feel his lips graze on the calf he lifted up to his face.

Choso watches you work yourself until you cum, and holds the leg in his hand tighter when it starts trembling against his mouth. For a few beats, he lets you cool down, then moves to untie his robe and push it off of his shoulders, gifting you with the view of all of his delicious ridges and curves. His shoulders are broad, his biceps are thick. His tummy looks hard to the touch, but you know that the skin is as silky as the robes he wears. He pushes his underwear down, freeing his cock, barely giving you an eyeful before he’s manhandling you to lay on your side and fitting himself right behind you.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” He says into the skin of your shoulder, nosing his way upward, “I can't wait to start our life together.”

“We already have,” A long time ago, goes unsaid.

You feel him smile against your neck, “You know what I mean.”

His fingers snake over the dip of your waist, and he slides his hand between your thighs to push them apart, holding the top one in the air and slipping his own leg between them, instructing you to keep yours open for him.

He leans back to watch as he uses a thumb to drag his cock through the slick your cunt is leaking. His tip catches on your entrance, and he takes the deepening stretch of your leg as an invitation inside. He accepts, pushing himself in until your pussy is stretched to capacity and his balls are buried in your pubes. His hips halt, stopping while he’s pressed deep, to let you adjust, to force you to feel it.

To make use of this time, he pulls the neckline of your nightie down and sucks the side of your tit into his mouth, latched with intent to mark. He listens to you struggle to inhale a full breath in, and he kisses up to your face messily, leaving tacky trails of saliva as he goes, until he can nibble on your earlobe.

Atop the sheets of your bed, Choso squeezes the fat of your thigh in his hand, merciless, and thrusts once inside you so hard that you think it’ll bruise. He has to use the other hand to cover your mouth and keep you from whimpering. You clench around him, and his fingertips caress the soft skin of your face as he starts to make love to you.

Afterwards, he softly pinches the hem of your nightgown between two fingers and sits it back in place on your thighs, then shimmies the neckline he pulled down back above your breasts for your modesty. He coaxes you to fall asleep on him, while you’re snugly tucked into the crook of his arm, murmuring to you until you’re asleep and breathing lightly. He refrains from running his fingers over the plush skin of your face again. 

Choso uses one hand to clear your hair from the concave of your neck before he fits his face into the dip of it. He noses over your pulse for a few beats, inhaling the scent of your skin, before he lays two unhurried kisses onto you.

“Rest well, my sweet girl,” He whispers, but you only sigh in your sleep. He names you with ownership, disregarding technicalities, because you were promised to him long before you’ll be bound by law. His lips pucker delicately to blow out the last of the candles on your nightstand, leaving your room to be engulfed by darkness and taking the two of you with it.

In the morning, he’ll scramble to get up, and you’ll kick him out with more of your kisses and a smile on your face. He’ll have to sneak out from your corridor, careful not to be seen, and at breakfast, you’ll sit apart, like he’s still not yours. He’ll wink at you from his seat and watch as it flusters you, but no one will catch it. And at night, the cycle will repeat.

For now, he’ll curl over you, and listen to you breathe until he falls asleep, too.

#to read later #will add my loving comments later #going 2 bed! nite guys

[demontaster]

@yuhhvalentine I just thought I another scenario that would be fun when you have the time though. Can I please request NSFW Law x Chef 👩‍🍳 Female reader. With the reader making some sex inducing rice balls as a favor for Ikkaku. But Law steals one without knowing. In the end reader figures it out.

Cee’s note: No way! I was thinking about doing a Law aphrodisiac fic for a minute now, it’s like you read my mind lol. But sure thing love 💓

Tags 🤍: @sanjisblackasswife (🫶🏽 your aphrodisiac series is the best) @3strapstyle @uchihabbynic @pinkcrystal-rose @nympheclipse (my fellow Law girlies and gents ) @roronoaswifey (ily bae) @usopps-devotee (you highkey inspired the mirror sex part)

Consuming an Aphrodisiac Food • Law x Fem!reader • (NSFW)

CW: Accidental Consumption of Aphrodisiac food, smut (dry humping, fingering, mirror sex, shower sex, praise, overstimulation, dumbification, squirting, multiple creampies), a very horny Law, slight aftercare at the end

*MDNI*

“I’m telling you, the sex is supposed to be MIND BLOWING!”

You chuckled at Ikakku’s words as your hands molded the rice balls into shape. This wasn’t the first time a crew member had requested for you to make them special meals, with you being the ship’s cook and all. However, this was the first time someone requested for you to make sex induced food for them.

But Ikakku was your dear friend. You two were the only women in Law’s crew, so naturally you two became very close. You were more than happy to do this favor for her.

“I still can’t believe you and Penguin are a thing”, you said with a shake of your head. “And please spare me the details about y’alls sex life.”

Ikakku feigned offense with a scoff and a hand to her chest. “Hey! I don’t judge your relationship with our Captain”, she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Your cheeks burned at the mention of your lover. Even though you and Law have been together for a while now, the thought of him still made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“That’s different! Me and Law are more…private,” you said shyly.

“More like BO-RING!”

“IKKAKU!” You gasped, ready to throw the rice ball at her.

She giggled, holding her hands up in defense, “Look, all I’m saying is maybe you two should spice things up a bit. Wouldn’t hurt for our uptight captain to loosen up.”

With that, Ikakku exited the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts.

Were we…boring?

Law was a busy man and you a busy woman, with him and his medical studies and you having the responsibility of preparing meals for the entire crew throughout the day. So to balance responsibilities and your relationship, you guys had a schedule for your…alone time.

You weren’t complaining, the routine worked for you too. But now as you were rolling the sticky rice in your hands, you couldn’t shake Ikkaku’s words out of your head.

.

“There! All done”, you wiped your forehead with the back of your arm before reaching behind your back to loosen your apron. There in a metal dish were 6 rice balls sprinkled with the special garnish just as Ikkaku requested. You hung your apron on the rack before heading out the kitchen to fetch your friend to retrieve her “snack”.

After you had exited the kitchen, moments later, your tattooed boyfriend entered in hopes of finding you.

While working, he thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a short break just to fetch something to eat (mostly to see you). He frowned at the empty kitchen, he was sure you would be in here. His disappointment faded once he spotted the rice balls on the kitchen counter.

His lips curled in a smile, cheeks slightly tinted pink as he eyed the dish.

Were these for me?

Rice balls were his favorite snack and you would make it often for him when he would miss out on dinner, too consumed with work. It was one of the things Law most appreciated about you.

Law thought you must’ve known he would come in here for food and left these rice balls for him. He grabbed two of them to take with him back to his office. As he made his way back, he munched on one of them, humming contently at the taste.

It tasted slightly different than the ones you usually made but it was still delicious nonetheless. He made a mental note to “thank you” later for it.

.

After an hour, Law started feeling…strange.

Law’s forehead beaded with sweat droplets. He paused his writing to wipe his forehead with the back of his palm. He then stripped off his hoodie, his tank top sticking to his chest, drenched in sweat.

What the hell?

Law stripped the damp tank from his body leaving his chest bare. He started examining himself, concerned he was starting to catch a fever. After the diagnostic, he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t sick but something was causing him to be all hot and bothered and it was frustrating the hell out of him.

Suddenly a knock sounded at the door, interrupting his thoughts. He yelled a “who is it?” and turned his attention to the door, to find you peeking your head in with a grin. His face softened at the sight of you.

“Hey babe, I have some time to kill before preparing dinner. Mind if I stay here?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

You were so cute, Law wanted to kiss that adorable pout off your face.

Law nodded, beckoning you inside with his hand. You beamed as you entered his office, shutting the door behind you. You went towards the book stand adjacent to Law, back facing him as you scoured the selection for a book to read.

Law couldn’t control his gaze from staring at your ass, admiring how nice it looked in those jeans you were wearing. He could feel his pants get tighter from his growing erection. He pressed a hand to his bulge, scrunching his forehead at his body’s reaction.

He didn’t know why he felt so horny all of a sudden but all he knew is that he needed you and needed you now.

You finally found a book to your liking and was about to sit on his desk but instead you were pulled on top of Law’s lap, straddling his pelvis. Your eyes widened when you felt how hard he was under you.

“L-Law?” A soft moan escaped your lips as Law started littering kisses and bites against the skin above your shirt collar.

“Mmm….wanna thank you for earlier” Law mumbled against your soft skin.

Thank me for earlier?

You had no clue what Law was referring to. You were about to question him more until you felt his lips against yours. His hands snaked around your lower back, squeezing your ass through your jeans. Your lips moved against each other so sensually, soft moans being swallowed by each others mouths.

He pulled away to only latch his mouth back against your neck. Your hands tossed his spotted hat to the side before entangling your fingers in his messy locks . He started bucking his hips up into you, adding pressure from his bulge to your clothed sex.

“You’re so good to me Y/N-ya”, Law said between peppered kisses he was leaving from your neck to your lips, “wanna show you how much I appreciate you”

You didn’t know what had gotten into your usually stoic boyfriend but you were definitely enjoying this side of him.

Your arousal started to build as you two continued grinding against each others fronts, grunts and pants escaping each others lips as you both chased your highs. Your moans became high pitched as you felt your orgasm hit you.

You felt Law groan against your neck as he came right behind you, making a mess inside his pants. Law lifted his head, his darkened eyes meeting your dazed ones.

“Looks like we made a bit of a mess” Law smirked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before you knew it, you were being carried out of Law’s study room to the bathroom across. You were surprised by Law’s actions considering he was usually very keen about keeping your relationship private, with little to no PDA. You were loving this sudden spontaneous behavior from your boyfriend, making your core throb even more for him. Once the bathroom door closed between you two, you both couldn’t keep your hands or mouths off each other.

“Law what about dinner? Our schedule?”, you managed to get out between kisses.

“Fuck the schedule” Law prodded and pulled your jeans down your thighs. “Need you so bad right now”

That’s all you needed to hear, completely letting yourself go with him. You both stripped each other’s clothes from your bodies. Law turned you around, your back pressed against his chest as he lifted one of your legs up, your foot resting on the bathroom sink. You both were facing the mirror, your leaking pussy on full display.

Law’s arm wrapped around your front, his tatted “E” and “A” fingers infiltrating your wet hole. You mewl at the stretch of his long digits, as he continued to pump in and out of you.

“You look so hot like this babe, getting fucked by my fingers” he said, eyes strained on the mirror, watching the faces you’re making and the way your arms desperately grasp his arms as his fingers penetrate your cunt.

He swears he can cum alone just from the sight of you falling apart by just his fingers. Suddenly your body starts to writhe as you feel your stomach tightening.

“Law…I can’t it’s too much” You whimper, feeling his fingertips hit your sweet spot over and over again. Law takes his fingers out and starts rubbing your clit violently.

“Yes you can, take it” Law was not letting up, determined to get you to cum.

“Shit..Law…Law..Law”, you chant his name as your legs started to shake as your juices spray all over the mirror like a hose.

Law was mesmerized watching you make a mess all over his fingers and the bathroom sink and mirror.

Your vision was hazy and your chest was heaving as you came down from the most intense orgasm you ever had. You didn’t even realize your limp body was being carried into the shower until you felt the warm water spray down on both of you.

Law lowered you onto his cock, and started bucking his hips up into you. Law usually paced his strokes more thoroughly when you two usually had sex, but at this moment his thrusts were animalistic as he chased his high.

The sound of the shower water barely drowned out your cries and Laws groans alongside the slapping of skin against skin.

The way Law’s cock was hitting your g spot so fast and hard, had tears glossing your eyes. The pain of your overstimulated cunt mixed with pleasure was too much.

Law couldn’t get enough of you. He was drunk off the feeling of your sweet warm walls around him. He emptied his load not once, but twice more. He continued fucking himself into overstimulation. He had one more in him, pushing past his limit. His pace never letting up, determined to fill you up one last time.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes” Was the only word you could say as Law continued abusing your cunt. You had lost count of the amount of orgasms you had, each one more intense than the last.

“Fuck, babe, I love you” Law grunts, before spilling inside you one last time.

.

Your back was pressed against his tattooed chest as he lazily caressed the bar soap over your chest pressing a kiss to your forehead.

After you both calmed down, Law’s sexual drive finally wore off. He drew you two a bath to properly clean yourselves off from the mess you two made.

“That was…” Law paused unable to describe what had just happened.

“Mind blowing”, you finished, and suddenly a switch was flipped in your head and your eyes widened at your revelation.

“Babe, did you happen to eat rice balls that were in the kitchen?” You said, tilting your head back to look at him.

“Yes and they were delicious”, he pressed another kiss to your forehead. “I thought that was clear from my “thank you””, he said with a smirk.

Oh my god

You suddenly burst out laughing, and Law looked at you like you had lost your mind.

“What, Y/N-ya?”

How could you have not seen the signs. Suddenly your boyfriend’s behavior was starting to make s lot more sense.

“See, what had happened was….”

#this made me giggle and DRIP 💧 BLESS I love how he made us squirt all over the bathroom #the ending was so funny too I eat it tf up when a character who’s usually stoic absolutely loses it #trafalgar law #trafalger law smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #law one piece #trafalgar law x y/n #law x y/n

[demontaster]

Always, High or Low Tide (+18)

Whitebeard(young but definitely aging)/Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: obviously a size kink, grinding, thigh riding, manhandling, semi public sex (empty ship but it is on deck), maybe a bit of a hand kink?, hand/finger(s) riding, overstimulation, praise kink, and creampie.

If I'm forgetting something let me know.

Oh! This is NOT FOR FATHER'S DAY. I just don't have the patience to wait till tomorrow to post it. Though if you want to read this and still call Whitebeard 'daddy' that's between you and god ig. I don't kink shame here, we're all filth.

@secretsnailor

Word count: 2836

(Honestly, at this point am I writing smut for smut or just to post vaguely related mood/setting shots?)

It was quite the special occasion aboard the Moby Dick. A yearly celebration of the official forming of Edward’s crew. The party had long since spilled onto Spinx island, most of the crew evacuating the ship to join the fun elsewhere. And because the latter half of the night was just for the two of you. A sort of date night.

It was hard to get any real privacy on a ship as big as the Moby, chock full of ‘sons’ and ‘daughters’ who, while independent, are more than happy to spend some time with Edward. It was understandable, and you definitely didn’t begrudge them for the impulse. It just made certain moments more… difficult to arrange. Thankfully as captain, Edward was more than capable of pulling some strings. And a party was the perfect distraction. You weren’t sure if there really was anyone left on the ship at this point. If there was, they were likely passed out until well into the afternoon tomorrow.

Which was perfect, because you’d been dying for a bit of alone time with Edward for ages now.

Reclining against his chest, straddling his thigh, you both looked up at the stars as the ship was gently rocked by calm ocean waves. His arm was propped over your legs, dwarfing you considerably as his warmth radiated against the cool breeze. The distant sound of cheers an amusing backdrop to the serene moment.

“Are you comfortable, little wave?” Edward asked, voice rumbling against your back. Rolling your shoulders, you pressed yourself further into his embrace.

“With you? Always.” You murmured, laying your hand over his. With your fingers stretched out, you could barely lace them with his own, but you reveled in the contrast between calloused knuckles and the soft ridges over his veins. Leaning your head back, you looked up at him with a gentle smile. He returned the gesture, the crinkles around his eyes deepening as he chuckled, white moustache shifting with every breath of air.

“You flatter me, little one.” Edward mused, hand brushing over your body to tilt your chin up higher with his knuckles.

“But I never lie.” You responded cheekily, removing your chin to press a kiss to the meat of his palm, just over the first knuckle of his thumb. His hand twitched, fingers drifting over your cheek and into your hairline. Cradling your face, Edward’s thumb moved back, brushing over your lips and sliding over your tongue. Sea salt with a bit of sake invading your senses.

“No. You never do… so go on.” Edward teased, “I know you want to.” Whining a bit in protest to the growing heat across your face, you accepted the invitation. Hips rolling, grinding against his thigh, you struggled to maintain your composure. His thumb ensuring every mewl was heard as it slipped into a moan. Just to be mean, he moved his arm away from you, forcing you to either hold yourself up or lean further into his thigh. Or maybe to view how your muscles tensed along your back beneath your shirt.

At this point, you weren’t sure you could maintain a straight posture, your hands lashing out to grip his thigh. Both of your pants were growing damp as your hips jolted, his thumb pressing harder against your tongue. Sound faded in and out in waves as your fixated on the burn in your own thighs as you dragged your clit over his leg. You wished you had removed your jeans beforehand. And maybe his. The friction of fabric a far cry from the satisfaction of slick skin over skin.

Edward chuckled, free hand brushing over your back to shove your shirt over your head. Fingertips pressing up your spine and forcing you into an arch. Crying out, you switched your grip to his wrist, keenly aware that your bra had fallen free. Breast pressed against his arm, you panted around his thumb, saliva dripping over your lips. His other hand kept a firm pressure between your shoulder blades as he finally slipped his thumb from between your lips, smearing cold spit over your neck and down your chest.

With a pressure just shy of bruising, he swept from sternum to the swell of your breast, flicking your nipple with his thumb. Determined, you kept grinding down onto his lap as heat pooled in your chest. Glancing up with your neck craned back, you looked at Edward’s hot gaze. Though he was barely moving—you could say he was even letting you take the lead—there was no doubt that if he gave the word you’d stop. Even as your muscles twitched in warning.

He pushed you back against him, lifting you from his thigh despite your instinctive cry from the loss of stimulation.

“Easy, my little wave.” Edward soothed you, dragging his hand over your stomach to the zipper of your pants. “I thought you’d like to be… freed.”

With slow but confident movements, he pushed down your jeans, ignoring how wet you were. Now completely naked, he settled you back over his thigh.

“Oh, Edward.” You sighed, arching your back as the fabric of his pants ground over your soaked pussy.

His hand slipped under you, middle fingers curling up between your legs. The tips pressing over your pubic bone.

“Slowly, pretty tidepool. Show me how wet you are.” Gripping his supporting hand still toying with your breasts, you rolled your hips over his palm, thoroughly soaking his hand, “Good… Think you can take them? Or will your pussy struggle before we even get to what you really want?”

Emboldened, you lifted your hips, brushing his still fingers between your slick lips. Drenching them before he changes his mind and allowing your weight to drop slowly, his thick fingers pressed in. With some difficulty, you keened when they finally slipped into your body. Crowding your cunt for space, still you lowered your body until you sat on his hand, panting for air. There was a slight burn—perhaps two fingers at once a bit much to start off with—but the satisfaction when his hand twitched was worth every inch.

Digging into your walls with his fingers, you rocked your hips, now fully held up by his other hand. They reached so deep every time you did this—fuck was it maddening. You almost screamed when he stretched you open, scissoring his finger slowly and abusing his grip on your breasts to lift you up, dragging his wide knuckles in your open pussy. Edward chuckled as you struggled in his grip, body involuntarily twitching as you approached your peak from his hands alone.

His fingers curled again, dragging your pussy open as his knuckles dug into your most sensitive spot.

“That’s it, let go for me. Let me see how good you feel, little one.” Edward crooned, his hand getting drenched as he held you still, his fingers never ceasing their movements. “So beautiful… can my pretty little tidepool handle more? I wouldn’t want to be a cruel man and hurt you on my cock.” He teased.

Hissing through your teeth as he pulled you off his fingers, you glared at him.

“Like you could break me.” You challenged… though maybe not wisely. Edward would never seriously hurt you but well… you knew from past experience he found your overstimulated cries amusing.

“I guess we’ll find out then, won’t we little one?” Edward mused, lifting you up with one hand. With practiced movements, he shoved down his pants, freeing his cock. “I hope you don’t mind me taking a few liberties, little wave. This isn’t how I want you to scream.” Edward warned.

Holding you over his swollen cock, he spread you lips apart. Rubbing your slick pussy over the thick tip and down the side, allowing it to grind over your clit as he spread your wetness over it. You cried out as he used your body effortlessly, preparing the both of you with the aftermath of your previous orgasm. Occasionally, he would press into you, teasing your cunt with the faint stretch over his cock. Showing you how easy it was with your wet cunt.

Nails cutting into his wrist, you keened as he dipped the tip into your cunt again. And kept going. Until he was settled in deep, the stretch no match for the slick that pooled from your cunt and over his cock. Finally, he was as deep as he could go, his balls hot beneath you as he leaned back to make room for you. Like you were the one that needed space between the two of you.

Settled deep in his lap, your feet slipping underneath you with your heels digging into his balls as you panted. Dragging cool air into your heated body. His hands, now only partially holding you up, sensually ran over your exposed body. Digging into your hips and pressing down over the faint swell where his cock bullied your cunt for more room. You keened at the unexpected pressure that did nothing but press his cock deeper into your body.

Then his hot hands retreated entirely, leaving only your weak legs and his thick cock to hold you up. Keening, it was only when he rolled his hips that you got the picture.

Grinding in his lap, you fucked yourself on his dick, moaning as your pussy twitched around him fruitlessly. It wasn’t like he could go any deeper, already rubbing against your cervix, and you’d collapse if you tried to remove him from your body entirely. Keening at the image, you struggled to lift yourself, dragging him from your body by mere inches before you gave out and slammed back down. Edward groaned, hips tensing as his cock twitched.

The sound sent shivers down your spine.

You didn’t care if you did scream at this point, so long as Edward gave you that deep sound again. It vibrated clear to your cunt, it was so loud. So, you sat up again, lifting until you were as high as you could go—half his cock still heavy in your walls—before falling back down. Choking on a groan, he grabbed you, squeezing your body as he held you in place.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight, little one. D-Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Edward huffed, leaning forward until his hair fell before you in golden waves. It brushed you face with every thrust, the movement aided by his hands on your waist bodily moving you up and down his cock.

You could only cry out, gripping his hands as you fell forward under the onslaught of pleasure. But he never faltered, steadily slamming you against his thighs as he chased both your pleasure. As you grew closer and closer, that heat overwhelming you with every thrust, you reached out and yanked his hair down. When his chin entered your field of view, you leaned against his hold and pressed wet kissed to the underside.

His groans vibrated against your lips as he came, cock twitching as he filled your body with burning heat. Still, he thrust his hips against you, driving his cock deeper, pushing you over the edge until you screamed against his throat.

“E-Ed! Ah—hng—fuck, please!” You babbled, dizzily spiraling down from your high as you licked his throat.

“Not done yet.” That was your only warning as Edward pulled you off his cock, still twitched and leaking cum. Standing, he turned around and laid your back on his chair, draped over the arm rest. “Better hold on tight, little one. I want to see how strong you are.”

You barely had time to grip the wood over you head before his cock slammed back in. His cock rammed in deep, pushing you against the unyielding surface as Edward leaned over you. Lips and snow, white moustache pressing in as his tongue muffled your panting cries.

Still creaming from your last orgasm, Edward was quick to drive you into that burning, overstimulated place. His kiss tasted like sake, filthy wet as he threatened to choke you with his tongue. Crying around his tongue, you had nowhere to go and no choice but to either listen to the lewd, wet sound of his cock driving into your cunt, or scream loud enough to carry clear over the ocean. His movements didn’t stop, still harsh against your body as you cried out over and over again, the very breath from your lungs being pushed out of you.

Both your thighs were soaked, his belt buckle slapping against you ass when he lifted your hips up higher for his pleasure. And still he kissed you, pressing your head into the arm rest as his grip made the wood groan under his hands.

You screamed into his lips as you came again, drenching the chair beneath you. His cock drilled into you harshly still, not stopping or slowing down as you strained against his hold. Burning overstimulation dragging another orgasm from you when he finally groaned, forcing his cock as far as it would go. The mix of your pleasure was hot as it ran down your body, cooling slowly in the night air as you both panted.

Edward looked down at you with a pleased expression, cock resting heavy in your body. Shaking and exhausted, you smiled.

“I told you, you couldn’t break me.”

He snorted, lifting you as he stood up and swept your clothes into one hand.

Cock still sank deep in your dripping cunt, he held you to his chest as he made his way to your rooms. Every step forcing a small moan from your lips with increasing frequency.

Rather than letting you down on the bed, he detoured to the bathroom and turned on the water. Sinking down into the slowly rising pool, Edward groaned.

“So you did, little wave.” Edward smiled, rubbing your back, “Let me enjoy your warmth for a while longer.”

Yet his hand drifted down to where your pussy met the base of his cock. Slipping between them and teasing your clit.

“L-Little more than enjoying, Ed.” You whined, overstimulated but so wet.

“I’m a pirate, little one.” Edward leaned down to whisper in your ear as the hot water rose to lap at your thighs, “We’re known for our decadence.”

This time, your orgasm was a slow one. It wound around your cunt, slipping through your sensitive walls, and spilled over you. Driven by every brush of his thumb over your clit, you whined loudly.

The water shut off, heat now engulfing you all the way to your breasts.

Hips helplessly twitched and driving his cock to rub against your walls.

“Keep going. There’s still time to break you yet.” Edward grinned with the sensual threat. “I can’t consider you broken if you’re not begging for mercy, can I little one?”

Edward put his hand on your back pushing you against his chest. Gently shoving you up his body and off his cock only to let you sink back down. Your nails dragged down his chest, lips smothering moans between his pecks. But he still kept going.

You didn’t often have time to fuck, but when you did it seemed to never end.

His hand slipped under the water to grip your ass, pressing his finger against his cock like he thought there would ever be room for more than the thick member. Still, the threat dragged you under again.

The heat from the bath and his cock made you dizzy. Time melting like you melted against his chest until you could only whimper with every drag of his cock.

You weren’t sure if you came several more times or just rode the high of a single orgasm. Your pussy clenched around him as he came one last time. Replacing everything he fucked out of you with a deep, resonating groan.

Distantly, you realized you had been crying out, the cold water finally reaching your fucked state of mind.

“—please Edward, I need it. I need you, please cum, I feel so empty on your cock—” The sheer filth you begged for heated your face as your buried your head into his neck.

It was a strangely bittersweet relief when he finally lifted you off his cock. Your cunt twitched around the empty space where he used to be. Edward chuckled, draining the water to refill it again.

“Looks like I can break you after all, little one.” Edward teased, pressing a kiss to your burning cheek before sliding his lips down for a proper kiss. When you breathlessly tugged his hair for air he reluctantly pulled back, tongue slipping over your lips as he chased your taste, “Still strong enough to take everything I give though, aren’t you?”

Panting, dizzy, and shaking with exhaustion, you chuckled in satisfaction.

“Always.”

Edward smiled softly down at you, crow’s feet riding the tops of his cheekbones. You’d probably have to be carried around for a while, but it was worth it.

#this was such a treat omg

[demontaster]

there's just something about dudes with golden retriever energy who suddenly turn dead serious as soon as they put you in a mating press

#ohhhhh my god yes kiri <3 #my KINKJKK

[demontaster]

all the self respect leaving my body when i see he has a happy trail n has a lil hair

[demontaster]

sex with law would be so damn intimate, i love it.

i totally see minimal words being exchanged between you two. law already wasn’t a talker, but during sex, if he wasn’t praising you occasionally, he allowed his emotions to be detected through his long, slow strokes into your aching womb.

others questioned if you were bothered with having a man who seemed to barely verbally express his affection for you during sex, but you’d always shrug your shoulders. for some reason, you found intimacy in his quietness. you knew that in the little praises he’d give you for taking him so well or being such a good girl, or simply just letting you know how much he loves you—you knew it was genuine. you knew he was genuine.

you weren’t so verbal yourself. not unless you were completely fucked out and begging for more; then you’d really be a babbling bitch. but law knew he was doing things just right when you’d let out the lowest, most erotic moan ever. it was almost like a whine, your body too overwhelmed with the never ending pleasure he gave you.

so when your back was pressed up against his chest, legs spread between his; you were getting a little noisy. “ohh, yes,” you cried, feeling tears slick out your eyes. “yes yes, just like that,” your face came out as a frown, but you were too stuck in your pleasure, it wasn’t worth a smile.

your plump breasts rose up and down as labored breaths left your pretty mouth. law’s thick tattooed fingers curled in between your legs as he rubbed your clit with his thumb simultaneously. “yes baby, just like that,” your pathetic whines left your mouth as you couldn’t help but buck your hips into his hold.

law didn’t seem to pay you any mind. instead, he was more focused on the sight of his thick fingers slowly disappearing in and out of you. your creamy arousal coated his fingers, highlighting your past two orgasms in the past thirty minutes. but law was determined to keep going.

his free arm was sprawled across your hot chest, fingers rolling your hard dark brown nipples between his thumb and index finger. he did all of this while fingering you and somehow showing your puffy clit attention too. he was so fucking good at his job.

“baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” your cries grew more pathetic the more you begged him to put you out your loving misery.

law places a small kiss to your sweaty collarbone. “you gonna cum baby?” his voice is low; mocking. he spoke to you in a childish tone, proud at the fact that you were literally falling apart like putty in his skilled hands.

“mhm,” you bite your lip and nod, hands coming up to grip his over your breath. “oh fuck! traf, i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” your whines turn into screams when you feel law hit that spot in your cervix. you had no fucking idea how he was able to reach that far, but every time he fucked you with his fingers, he managed to reach deeper than the last.

“fuck yes,” law whispered, speeding up his pace as you creamed against his fingers. “give it to me mama. give that shit to me, keep cumming.”

strained cries left your lips as your body shook against his, still feeling his fingers fuck you ferociously. when you felt your next orgasm approaching, you began grinding yourself up against his fingers, riding out your high.

your voice is eventually caught in your throat as you felt yourself finally finish against his tatted fingers. you bite your lip with a tugged hum at the intense feeling. law removes his fingers from between your fingers and you immediately hear the squelching sound as cold air passes over your drenched pussy.

with a straight face, law brings his fingers up to his mouth and casually sucks on them before of course pulling you in for a kiss.

nobody knew how nasty captain law really was but you.

#I am now officially Wet ™️ #the way he mocks and also calls me mama #so so good #law trafalgar #trafalgar law x black reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece law #law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law #one piece x reader #one piece x black reader

[demontaster]

"Bring me her.."

(Geto-sama im running. Pls someone make a fanfic of this UGH)

Full Body art + NSFW version on my Patreon! Link in bio and on my Twitter: @polariae

#oh his blush I wanna sit right on top of him in my cocktail dress #delicious art #geto suguru #jjk suguru #suguru geto #fan art #anime #jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru x y/n #suguru

[demontaster]

✂️ One Piece characters and their recent search history (pt. 1/?) ➳ w/ Ace, Roger, Law, Shanks, Whitebeard, Sabo, Sanji & Kid

➳ pt. 2 w/ Marco, Doflamingo, Smoker, Nami, Zoro, Garp, Kaido & Killer

a/n: you know how intimate your recent search history can be, right? it's like a micro character study and i think that's beautiful.

Ace

“daddy issues help”

“does loving a bird make me furry”

“where to buy weed on Grand Line”

“i love my 1.600 brothers bumper sticker”

“restraining order against my father and his partners”

“chaps with flame pattern”

“WikiHow roll a weed”

“giant scam on Grand Line”

“can u smoke Basil”

Roger

“gentle parenting methods”

“my son hates me help”

“Grand Line polycule”

“Silvers Rayleigh OnlyFans”

“Monkey D. Garp OnlyFans”

“Road Poneglyphs scans leaked”

“dilf maid cafe application”

“cool patterns for trimming your bush”

Law

“AITA for misuse of devil fruit”

“hot topic new collection”

“best concealer against dark circles”

“alliance meaning”

“GoFundMe bread ban”

“is it gay to steal 100 hearts” 

“lint roller giant pack polar bear hair”

“tattoo on ass cheek pain scale”

Shanks

“how not to pay child support”

“alimonies help when broke”

“am i a deadbeat test”

“how to change pirate crew name”

“shower how often”

“20-in-1 shower gel maxi pack”

“ugliest pants where to buy”

“fashion faux-pas Grand Line 2022”

“Dracule Mihawk book of poems release date”

Whitebeard

“how many sons too many”

“how to adopt son from your rival”

“son bites what do”

“sexy nurse uniforms”

“honk if you love dilfs bumper sticker”

“dilf to gilf when”

“lube big pack groupon”

“dick appointment urban dictionary”

“silly little meow meow meaning”

“why does date call me babygirl”

Sabo

“why capitalism bad”

“dragon claw skull kink”

“burgoisy”

“borgoysie”

“bourgeoisie spelling”

“hot [redacted]”

“how to [redacted]”

“[redacted]”

“how to apply becoming a dilf”

Sanji

“All Blue where”

“best feminist pick-up lines RESPECTFUL”

“zoro x reader smut”

“am i gay test”

“how to come out to your crewmates”

“cheese of the year”

“how to end nose bleed before it ends me”

“best playlist to kiss boys, girls, theys and gays to”

“bi disaster booty shorts”

Kid

“best kiss-proof lipstick in shade of my enemy's blood”

“diy glitter grenade kit”

“am i Florida man test”

“is it gay to brush your first mate’s hair”

“how to become pirate king”

“why do i need a plan b in life”

“how to become beauty influencer”

“cool names for a boat”

“list of cool one-armed redheads”

“breaking bones ASMR”

#this is golden *kisses ur brain* #eustass kid #sanji #revolutionary sabo #gol d. roger #portgas d. ace #whitebeard #shanks #trafalgar law #edward newgate #one piece headcanons