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Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

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Contingency Training | Rob Lucci x Reader | Dark Content Collab

summary: when you joined CP9, Spandam warned you about their protocol for “contingency training” - a nice way to let you know about the “anything goes” hazing ritual.

wc: 1.8k

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NSFW - 18+ Only - Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI - You Will Be Blocked

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warnings: gn afab!reader, dubcon, hazing, face-fucking, degradation, orgasm denial, gagging

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AN: here is my contribution for the Dark Content Collab hosted by @ilyluffy ! Thanks for letting me contribute :D Rob Lucci is a menace, now and always!

Collab Master List

You laid your head on the pillow of your room after a long day. As the newest member of CP9, the rest of the team was putting you through the ringer as part of a glorified hazing ritual. Some of the trials they had put you through so far included:

•Bleuno opening a door underneath you at dinner, launching you off the side of the judicial building, forcing you to Moon Walk back up.

•Kaku throwing his swords at you mid-conversation, instigating your Paper Art.

•Kalifa attempting to hit you with a Finger Pistol while passing in the hall, which you deflected with Iron Body.

Having to be on high alert at all times during these trials was exhausting, but you knew you would be better for it in the long run.

The one other aspect of this new life that was difficult getting used to was Eneis Lobby being a day island. Yes, you had blackout curtains, but the unforgiving sun always seemed to seep between the cracks of the fabric. You slept with your back to the window, which also allowed you to keep your eyes on the door - an absolute must while this “contingency training” occurred.

However, after the day you had, nothing could keep your eyes open. Sleep gripped you, even as you fought your heavy lids.

You lost the battle, so you weren’t sure how much time had passed before you felt a presence in your room. Your eyes snapped open, but no one was there. Checking behind you towards the window and towards the foot of your bed also gave you nothing productive to stare at.

You sighed, figuring it was your hyper-vigilance playing tricks on you, as you rested your head and eyes again.

Again, you figured you actually got some sleep before you felt a hand on your hip. You pretended to stay asleep, hoping whoever it was would make their identity and intentions clear. On your side, you feared that if you opened your eyes, the stranger would be able to see. The hand slid down your hip and cupped your ass. Every fiber of your being screamed but you fooled yourself into staying calm.

The hand lightly trailed up your lower back, up to the top of the blanket. Once your covers started to come off, your panic took over. Your eyes shot open and you attempted to turn, but suddenly a gloved hand was pushing your face into the pillow, keeping you looking at the door. The blankets were yanked off. The cold air stung your skin.

“No peeking.” Came the voice.

Rob Lucci’s voice.

You felt fear run through you, not knowing what could possibly be coming next. You didn’t strike him as the type to get in on the hazing ritual but here he was. Would you possibly have to fight for your life? Against him?

“Open your mouth.” He commanded.

Your jaw went slack, not wanting to disobey him.

Two of his gloved fingers snaked their way between your lips.

He gave you a swift tap on your hip.

“Open.”

You were confused, but you figured it was best to obey. You bent your top leg at the knee, making a four shape.

“Good.”

The way he praised you made your blood boil with something other than fear.

You felt his free hand run up your thigh to your knee, then down your inner thigh, stopping right before your heat.

He let out a soft chuckle that only seemed to make the problem worse.

Lucci’s hand returned to your knee, pulling your leg open further. He pulled so aggressively, you were now basically on your back with your legs spread in a diamond, while your face stayed looking at the door, two fingers in your mouth.

Your thoughts raced, running through possibilities for what was coming next, and how to get yourself out of this situation, and-

Your thoughts were interrupted but a sudden stinging sensation between your legs. Did he just slap your-

Smack.

Another one. This one made your hips buck, embarrassingly. Were you getting turned on by this?

You tried to move your head, to get a better look at him, but he palmed your face into the pillow, letting a tsk escape his lips.

Your resistance earned you another slap, which allowed a moan to fall out of your mouth. Lucci almost froze at the sound. At this point you knew him well enough - some shit eating grin had spread itself across his face.

His hand ran over your stomach, and you were sure he could feel it churning. Lithe fingers toyed with the waistband of your sleep shorts before dipping beneath them to the band of your panties.

You’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t thought about this with Rob Lucci. Well, maybe not this exact set up. But it’s possible he caught you stealing longing glances at him even though you thought you were so careful. Was this your punishment for abandoning your professionalism?

You were torn from your thoughts as his fingers snaked beneath your underwear, grasping your mound, his finger tips teasing your opening. Your cheeks blushed under his palm.

Finally, he removed his hand from your face, and you took this chance to look at him. You’re not sure what you expected as nothing was different about him. He wore his black suit, his thick black curls thrown into a low ponytail behind him. Hatori was nowhere to be found.

With one hand on your pussy, rubbing circles around the perimeter of your clit, the other lifted your shirt up, exposing your tits to the air of the cold room.

“Lucci-“

Speaking up earned you a slap to your breast. You couldn’t help but wince.

“Hush.” He said.

Both of his gloved hands grabbed the sides of your bottoms and yanked them down.

“Take off your shirt. Slowly.” He commanded.

You sat up to obey, pulling your arms through and lifting over your head while he fumbled with his belt. When you re-emerged, he had already pulled his cock out. The turgid member curved upwards, his fingers in a ring around the base, keeping his leaky head from getting precum on his black attire.

Swiftly, Lucci grabbed the back of your head, pulling you over to him. You came to rest on all fours, perched on the edge of your bed.

“Suck me off.” He couldn’t even dignify you with addressing you by name. The grip on the back of your head tightened, but you didn’t feel like arguing anyway.

You opened your lips and placed them around his tip, trying to savor the taste that you had only had the privilege to imagine as you touched yourself at night. He wasn’t here to fulfill your fantasies, however, pushing you down, causing you to gag.

Your choke set him off, his own self control failing him as he grunted in pleasure. He guided you, bobbing your head up and down his shaft, your nose becoming buried in his unkempt black tuft of hair.

As much as you hated to admit it, him using your mouth like a toy was causing your pussy to ache in desire. You were becoming damp at both ends, your slobber running down your chin and over your cheeks, while your pussy only got wetter at your own lewd sucking sounds.

Maybe he won’t notice, you thought to yourself as one hand reached between your legs. You barely started rubbing your clit when his free hand grabbed your shoulder.

“You’re disgusting, becoming aroused as I fuck your face.” He said, pushing you onto your back. Not like he was much better - his own face betrayed him by displaying a perverse grin. “If this were out in the field, you would be dead by now.”

You opened your mouth to object, but he stuck three fingers in there instead, holding your tongue down.

Lucci used his free hand to spread your legs and kneeled between them. Noting that he was still fully clothed you felt exposed, preyed upon. He ran his fingers between your folds.

“You’re so wet it’s soaking my glove.” He observed with a sneer. “Do you enjoy this?”

You nodded, unable to speak, which goaded a laugh out of him.

He leaned forward, lining up his cock with your pussy, before taking no time at all to push his whole length into you.

You moaned onto his fingers, adjusting for his length. Thrust, after thrust, after thrust, he pulled the verbal manifestation of your enjoyment of his cock from your throat. You wished you could see his chiseled form as it pounded into you, but knew you’d have to earn that.

The upward curve of his dick dragged along your pelvic ceiling, over and over. Considering how much just sucking him off had done for you, you were worried about making a mess of his uniform.

As if he read your mind, he pulled out, leaving you twitching for more. Your knees squeezed his hips, but he gave you a slap on the side of your thigh in a command to release him, before pulling his fingers out of your mouth. With pleading in your eyes, you bored him down, breathing heavily, silently begging for release.

Instead, he moved upwards, straddling your face. He dipped, placing his balls in your mouth, which you greedily sucked, tasting the mix of your dried saliva, your pussy juices, and his sweat, which all together created a thick, pheromone-laden musk. Your lips paid attention to one side at a time, and you multitasked by breathing through your nose. Your hands reached up to grab your own tits, mashing and tweaking your nipples in a way you hoped he would allow.

He pulled out, then angled himself forward, dipping his cock back into your mouth. He seemed to allow you playing with your chest.

He thrusted, fucking the back of your throat as if it was your pussy. You struggled to breathe, but figured if this is how you were going out, at least you were happy.

Without any warning, his hot ropes of cum coated the inside of your cheeks. The salty-sour nectar taking over your tastebuds made your pussy even wetter. He pulled out slowly as you licked every ridge, every vein clean of the evidence.

Lucci dismounted your face, shoving his half-hard cock back into his slacks. He stepped off the bed, and looked down on you, his normal cold expression displacing his previous smirk.

“Clean yourself up, it’s almost breakfast.” He commanded. He gave you one last slap on the pussy before walking towards your door, causing you to flinch, as you had not gotten your release.

He opened the door before turning his head to look at you with one eye. “We’ll continue your training tomorrow morning. No touching yourself until then.”

#SCREAMING #HES SO FINE #calamity’s saves🌹

[petalsrdead]

One piece men as house wreckers and how they ended up like that

Characters: Shanks,Rob lucci,Sabo,Doflamingo

Tags: Cheating,blowjob,degradation kink,praise kink,slight breeding kink, slight glove kink,afab!reader, hinted at threesome, Doflamingo part is a red flag ngl

Shanks

He can't help himself with how he picks his fuck buddies; he likes them young and pretty, and for some reason he finds himself enjoying the ones who are already in a relationship, serious or not. It's not something he should be proud of, but the thrill,the whole of wooing a pretty face in an unhappy marriage and tempting them into his arms with sweet talk and pleasure, is addicting to him at this point.

And what a pretty sight to see you on your knees while knowing damn well that your own man can't satisfy you like he does.

he have you between his thighs,your mouth filled with his cock as his hand grip tightly your hair to keep you from choking on his dick,he enjoys how teary your eyes gets as you try to adjust to his size in your mouth ,he let a little groan "ah... aren't you so eager, I bet you are wet from just sucking me off" he says with a little smirk ,he watches you squirm as to say yes,he chuckles softly "well ,the sooner you get me to cum down your pretty throat the sooner I get to fuck that little tight cunt of yours,so keep going "he says as his hand let go of your hair to stroke it gently,he watches you deep throat his girth like a champ (he taught you how to ,your husband didn't even bother to teach you the proper way of sucking a dick,how pathetic) he watches you moan as he cum down your throat with a husky groan leaving his lips "Swallow it like a good girl," he says with a little warning, and you nod as you swallow his cum. He smirks as he sees you still eagerly looking up at him. He looks so pleased with himself as he helps you sit on his thigh. "Well,come up,you want my dick? Then ride it. I want to see you bouncing on it till you earn a good fuck from me."

Rob Lucci

It started at a mission, really. He was supposed to seduce some married woman trying to get to her husband through her to get more information, and oh, it spiraled from there. It's something that fills his ego and pride,the fact that he can so easily just sweep anyone off their feet with a bit of sweet talk. Yeah, it makes his ego bigger than it was possibly before,and he can even offer a good rough fuck that would make anyone forget that they had a partner in the first place, and how sweetly they beg him every night for his attention and touch, and he always comply because there's nothing better than satisfying a desperate little thing.

He says his favorite part is when they let him come over the house and let him fuck them on the bed they share with the sad excuse of a husband. That's what really gets him going.

 

" Lucci..Lucci..Please more!" You moan as Lucci thrusts so deeply into your dripping folds as you lay on your bed. He has your right leg over his shoulder as he pounds into you so feverishly. His mouth is kissing your thigh. "You take me so well. Look at you, begging for more when you already have all of them. Such a cockwhore." He chuckles darkly as his hand traces your lips so tenderly. He continues thrusting his hips harder as he feels himself getting close. He wants to pull out before he hears you plead. "Don't pull out." You plead so desperately. "Please." You beg, and he raises an eyebrow. "You want me to cum inside?" He asks mockingly, and a smirk forms on his face when you nod. "Such a little slut. Of course you want. You want me to breed you, don't you? Your sad excuse is that your husband can't do that for you after all,you must feel so needy to be filled don't you?" He releases deep in you, causing you to arch your back on the bed with pleasure. Luci has a sadistic grin as he pulls away,and letting your leg drop on the bed,he manhandles you so easily as he turns you around, burying your face down the bed with your ass up for his viewing pleasure,he looks down at you with great hunger in his eyes as he says" I hope you are not tired (y/n), because I'm going to breed you like the bitch in heat you are"

Sabo

It started by accident, for sure. He had a drunken night with some pretty lady, and the next day she told him she was married and her husband was coming home, which basically put him in what a lot of people would call an uncomfortable situation,but it kind of left him wanting to do that again. The thrill of it is undeniably hot, and it excites him to no end. Such a thrill, and he can in fact deal with whoever confronts him. He got so many trying to, but all got too beaten up or scared to death when learning it was him fucking their wives,and that feeling really helped boost his ego. He even got himself into an open marriage with threesomes, fucking someone's wife while the husband watched. Those are truly his favorites.

"Ah, don't let a noise out, pretty slut. Come on, suck my fingers like you suck my dick. You can do better" Sabo mumbles as he has sucked on his gloved fingers while his hips are thrusting so deeply into you. You are pretty sure he bruised your cervix up by how harshly he is thrusting. He kisses your forehead as he watches you drool around his fingers. Your fucked dumb face looks so beautiful to him and He can't help but chuckle sadistically

He grins slightly as he glances to where your husband is sitting,with a camera recording everything, looking at you so hungrily. "I don't want you to miss her face when she cum because you are fantasizing about fucking her yourself" he says with a mocking voice, causing your husband to groan as he moves closer to film your face. You moan loudly as Sabo's free hand pinches your oversensitive clit. "Come on, darling, do it for us. I want you creaming around me. Maybe if you're good enough,you will get us both stuffing your pretty cunt by the end of the night."

Doflamingo

He really is just taking people's wives and husbands; he doesn't care if you're married or not. He would be using everything in his power to take the woman or man he got interested in, whether it was for a political reason, a reason to make his own life easier, or just because he felt like it. If he got interested in you on sight, he doesn't take rejection well at all, so you will be stuck with him. Your partner probably knows and is helpless about it. It really depends on his mood,and this man is moody. He has no real morals unless he pretends to have such ones as a way to amuse himself.

"Fufufufu...look at you trying to take all of me at once ,your cunt is begging for me to fill it,look at it, hugging me so tightly and creaming around me...such a pretty cunt" Doflamingo says with a little taunting tone as his cock is buried deep inside of you. You are trying your best not to cry at how big he feels inside of you. Even with all the preparation you've been doing the whole evening, it still hurts to have him so deeply in you like this.

Doflamingo thumb wipes the tears running down your cheek, or more like he smears them all over your cheek, to enjoy your teary face. "Shh, don't cry. You are taking me better than the last time. Almost fully, my sweet thing." He speaks to you like sweet honey,even though his words are nothing but taunting. If only he could come already so you can leave and go back home like you agreed would happen after this round ends. One more round, and you would be far away from his annoying self.

And suddenly he frowned as he heard your thoughts, or perhaps your face was zoning out, and he did not like your attention anywhere but on him. He thrust his hip hard-earned a loud scream from you as your cunt clenches around his thick grit. You can feel the air stuck in your lungs as you see him looking so pleased at your face.

Doflamingo was enjoying seeing you in pain, and you hated how turned on that made you feel. You arch your back in pleasure as he continues thrusting in and out of your sensitive hole, and you moan and call his name in hope he would finish already, but from his relaxed and devilish grin,you know he won't stop till you are fucked dumb and begging for more. One more round, and you will be done. That is what you will keep telling yourself.

I still hate shanks btw ✨💖

@luffyinlove ,,,I hope u think it's still good

[petalsrdead]

thinking about itsuomi….

ʚ cont: fem reader, dry humping, praise, he talks you thought it, itsuomi is the greenest flsg, soft soft soft soft

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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you wrapped your legs tighter around Itsuomi’s waist, trying to resist the urge to roll your hips against his crotch as he kissed you, his hands grabbing the sides of your waist, squeezing your skin tighter every so often.

his body felt so hot against yours, making your skin burn even hotter with desire. he kissed you slowly, passionately, making you really feel every inch of his lips against yours. your chest touched his every time you inhaled, trying to keep your breaths quiet and devoid of whimpers that so desperately wanted to escape.

you hadn’t noticed, too consumed in focusing on the silver haired man’s lips, but you had been squirming against him for a while now, too aroused and overwhelmed with how good this all felt. itsuomi pulled back from your lips, his lidded eyes taking over your face, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss, eyes cloudy, as you looked at him patiently, waiting for his next move.

“do you want to stop?” he asked, his voice coming out soft as he tipped his head at you. you felt your face heat up, never having had someone be so gentle with you before. you shook your head, squeezing your legs around his to emphasize your words.

“okay,” he responded, a barely there smile cracking the corner of his lips before he leaned his face back down. you expected to feel his lips on yours again, but you were instead met with the plushness of his lips on your neck, softly kissing right over your pulse point.

you were unable to hold back the gasp that left your lips, your hand immediately coming up to press against your mouth, a preventative measure to make sure no more embarrassing sounds left your lips. itsuomi pulled back for a moment, his lips just grazing your skin before he spoke, “You don’t have to hold back your voice, same goes for your hips.” he said, exposing you.

you felt a rush of heat burn your face, making you tip your head in the direction opposite from him. “I want to make you feel good, if you need to move, move. I’ll do it with you if you’re too shy, okay?” he said sweetly, pressing another kiss to your pulse point.

Itsuomi watched from the crook of your neck as your eyebrows pinched together before you nodded shyly, your hand pulling back from your mouth, slowly dropping back down onto his shoulder.

you allowed yourself to relax against him when you felt his kisses on your neck turn to sucks, his warm, wet tongue caressing your skin between his lips. you were met with the shallow, slow thrust of his hips against yours, making you gasp again, a sound you tried not to feel too embarrassed about since Itsuomi had told you to let go.

he experimentally thrust against you again, a bit harder this time, making you suck a breath in between your teeth. “feels good?” he whispered between sucks against your neck. “mhm..” you responded quietly, feeling that same familiar throbbing intensify between your thighs.

itsuomi picked up his pace a bit, finding a rhythm as he rutted his hips against yours. you could feel something prominent and hard pressing right against your cunt, making you feel dizzy. you knew what that feeling was. just knowing Itsuomi was as aroused as you were was driving you crazy.

“move your hips back against me, you can do it.” he encouraged, one of his hands sliding down your waist and landing on your hip. his fingers curled behind your lower back as he pulled your hips against him, helping you out.

he released a breathy moan against your neck when you gave in and let yourself move against him, humping your cunt on his crotch when he rubbed himself into you. “just like that.” he praised, picking his head up from the crook of your neck.

you looked like you were being fucked for real, your jaw open as whimpers steadily fell out as his hard boner rubbed against your clothed clit, eyes fluttering in your head, eyebrows scrunched together.

you hummed against his lips when he connected them once more, the kiss a little needier now as he pulled your leg over his hip, making you wrap your legs around his back. you felt yourself gush when his tongue poked against your lips, asking for permission. you opened them more against him, letting his warm tongue enter your mouth and tangle with yours.

breathy moans were being pushed out of your mouth and into his by his hips rutting against you, his cock straining in his pants against you making you feel hotter and hotter with each thrust. you did your best to move your tongue with his, but his quickly overpowered yours as he explored every inch of your mouth.

you cracked your eyes open and noticed how red his face looked, even being so close to yours. his eyebrows were pinched together slightly, twitching every so often when he thrust against you, making his cock rub against the inside of his boxers just right.

Itsuomi swore he could feel how hot you were between your thighs through all the layers of fabric. he wanted so badly to just pull down your panties and stretch you open on his fingers while he sucked your clit into his mouth, but he knew he had to be patient.

Itsuomi was shocked out of his little daydream when your body tightened around him, your hips wiggling more and more, begging for friction against your clit. were you close? just from a little dry humping? Itsuomi pressed himself against you and rolled his hips in circles, making his bulge rub your clit around through your clothes, just like he would do with his fingers.

your lips started to slow against his as kissing him back proved to be harder and harder the closer you got to finishing. you tapped repeatedly on his shoulder, trying to get him to let up a bit so you didn’t cum in your pants.

“it’s okay, you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he asked between kisses, not slowing his hips once even as he spoke. “you can cum, i got you.” he whispered, making you head feel fuzzy and warm. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders tighter, bracing yourself.

itsuomi wasn’t quite there yet, but he was alright with edging himself if it meant he got to watch you cum. there would be plenty of times in the future he would be able to cum, he wasn’t greedy.

he watched in awe with a slightly opened mouth as your lips detached from his, your eyes fully falling shut, squeezing together tightly. “there you go, good girl.” he whispered as your body shook against his, your abdomen curling into him as your orgasm hit you.

it felt so fucking good as he worked you through it with his hips, rubbing you just the way you needed with his boner. your gasps and cries as you came were like music to his ears, he could feel himself drip pre cum into his boxers just from listening to you.

when you came down he immediately started pressing kisses to your hot cheeks, his hands brushing the stray hairs from your face. “good job, felt good right?” he asked, smiling at you with that usual smirk of his. you nodded, still a little out of it as you looked away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

“heh, i know. promise i’ll make you feel that again. over and over, as many times as you want.” he said, his words making your face burn furiously. you nodded and pushed his shoulders away, trying to hide. itsuomi giggled and separated his body from yours, sitting on the side of the bed as he played with your inner thigh.

“cmon, gotta get you cleaned up. i’ll run you a bath.” he said, his head tipping in the direction of the bathroom. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at the very obvious boner in his pants. itsuomi caught your gaze and pulled his t-shirt down over his cock, doing little to conceal it. “don’t worry about me, it’ll go down on its own.”

you felt bad he didn’t get to cum, but he seemed adamant in his words. next time, you would be sure to make him cum too. you nodded and let him scoop you into his arms as he walked you to the bathroom.

itsuomi wasn’t worried in the slightest about his little problem. he already planned to take care of it in his room while you soaked in the bath anyways, using the image of you orgasming on him as material to jerk off. the scene replaying over and over in his head on repeat.

[petalsrdead]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. megumi is fed up with everyone treating him like a kid and takes his frustrations out on you.

✦ tags. smut. 18+ megumi. no pronouns used. choking. dirty talk. hate sex.

Low growls from Megumi are mixed with your drawn out, breathy moans while he continues his relentless pace inside you. The muscles in his arms flexing when he grips the bedsheets beside your head.

His pretty, dark blue eyes flutter from how tight you feel around his cock, biting down on his lower lip to suppress a moan of his own.

He groans in frustration when you murmur the nickname everyone insists on calling him, "Gumi..."

"Say it," he hissed, the grip of his hands on the soft fabric tightening as his eyes glaze over again. His legs shift around yours so he sinks deeper, causing his words to come out as low growls. "Say my fucking name, I'm not some kind of brat," his tone cold still as he goes faster.

"M-Megumi," you gasp out after he changes the angle, causing his hard tip to bully against your g-spot over and over again. You arch your back in pure ecstasy, small hands moving to his grab onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself from moaning out too loud for his dorm mates to hear.

His strong chest heaves up and down with each shaky breath. Studying your face while trying not to react, but the feeling of your warm insides wrapped around him, clenching and unclenching to pull him in deeper was too intoxicating of a feeling for someone as inexperienced as himself.

"Always treating me like a fucking child." He bites out. Closing his eyes, the sound of your wet hole being abused loud in his ears. His hands move to grip your hips tightly, thrusting faster while his nails dig into your skin. "Now look who's in control."

You nod mindlessly along his words, lips quivering as you try to respond to him. “Mm—mhm!” you look up at him with big, teary eyes in hopes of your response being good enough.

He leans in closer to make sure you understand, resting on his elbows beside your pleading face. "That's right," Megumi whispered. His abs flex as he feels himself getting close already, causing his dominance over you to waver slightly.

His strong hands move from your hips to wrap around your throat, squeezing tightly.

"That's fucking right."

His breath hitches, eyes glazing over as he watches your tight body bounce up and down with each deep stroke. His pale muscles glisten with the thin layer of sweat that drips down his body. He starts to pant like a dog in heat, thrusting between every word to emphasize his anger.

"Take. It. Take. It." His grunting grows deeper as he continues to pump. He thrusts faster, faster, faster. Throbbing inside you, still trying to hold back his orgasm.

That was what he wanted you to understand. He wasn't some kind of little boy; he was in total control.

#barks

[petalsrdead]

droppin this . . . did yall miss me !!!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔… hates it when you cry.

glistening, chunky tears that stream down your soft cheeks. he hears the little sniffle that indicates a bigger sob brewing underneath the surface, tears bubbling to your eyes and he's already whispering soft "no, no, no, no no..." as if he can plead the tears away... plead the pain away. when you cry, any sort of teasing or sarcastic remarks is washed from his handsome expression, and your lover immediately takes you into his arms in an attempt to ease your cries.

it hurts you, and it hurts him too.

gojo has always been like this, but when you cry during sex—

its all different.

he has you in his arms for a different reason tonight. gojo's weight pushing your body into the mattress of the bed as he shamelessly hits it from the back. fuck, the two of you have been at it like rabbits for the past four hours. every time you think you're done, gojo finds a new way your body stretches for him. he eases himself inside of your gummy walls, lips hissing the most heinous words into the hot shell of your ear.

he's got you in a head lock. your nose is pressed into the meaty muscle of his forearm, strong bicep supporting you so you don't entirely collapse as his hips rut into your own. you can't help crying out, lip quivering and brain entirely rotted with how fucking good he fucks you.

"f-fuck..." he chokes out. "you cryin' again?"

but truth be told, he isn't mad. he isn't mad at all or sad.

the sight of you crying simply makes him wanna fuck the tears right out of your body.

"mmh... s-sorry—" you wail, a sloppy line of spit falling between your lips onto his hot skin. "'ts not my fault you're s-so big...! agh!"

"oho, so it's my fault now?" he chuckles deeply, slowing his pace.

snowy white pubes brush against your thigh, a hard vein cruelly swiping itself against the plush of your cunt. he's so mean.

it's nasty, but he loves it. in any other scenario, the sight of you crying would break his heart... but witnessing your tears in bed only makes him eager to fill your guts and fuck a baby right into the tummy bulge he gives you.

"fuuuck... 'm gonna cum again," gojo chuckles, almost as if he's amused with his own intense sex drive. "gonna cum in ya. finally gonna give you that baby you want."

"pl... please...!"

"now stop your cryin', 'kay?"

you nod, a strangled "mmhmmm..." into his skin, panting against his forearm.

his hips click into yours once more, finally spilling his milky white seed into the heaven between your thighs. your vision goes entirely black as you come down with him, flopping onto the cushions with a face entirely soaked in an aftermath of drool and tears. gojo pulls out and nearly collapses on top of you, head tucked into your neck. the only sound that fills the room is a symphony of labored breaths and the raindrops pattering against the window.

after a moment of silence, he speaks.

"are you okay?" gojo asks softly, tone changing entirely. you giggle at his duality— this is the same man who was trying to fuck a baby into your guts five seconds ago.

a slender hand comes up to wipe at your wet face. he doesn't care of your remnants of mascara dirty his fingers; he'll clean it later.

"yeah, 'm fine. thank you..." you reply quietly, shifting so that intense sex can slowly turn into a quiet cuddle session. gojo holds you like that and stares up at the ceiling, angelic eyelashes fluttering with a tired exhale.

"i get scared i'm hurtin' you whenever you cry, you know that?"

"i promise it's not like that..." you urge, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"you promise?"

"promise."

and he knows its just an instinct. you happen to be a crybaby, and that's completely fine with him. he prefers that anyways.

"fuck."

"what?" you perk up.

"my dick is hard again."

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A Captain’s Love

A fully colored digital comic of the Strawhats from One Piece.

The first page only contains a panel with the words "A Captain's Love.“

The second page shows Luffy and Nami holding hands and smiling at each other. Pictured underneath is a close-up of their interlinked hands and the gray silhouette of a person asking "So, are you guys dating?" Another panel shows Nami's reaction: an appalled expression on her face and "huh?" written in bold red letters.

The second page depicts Luffy sitting on Zoro's lap, happily eating meat while Zoro is drinking. Next to them is a gray silhouette again, asking: "isn't that weird?" At the bottom of the page is Zoro's reaction: an intimidating glare with "WHAT" spelled out in big red capital letters behind him.

The third page contains a drawing of Luffy and Usopp, sleeping on spread out blankets and pillows on the floor while cuddling. Again, the silhouette of a person is in the corner, remarking: "you know what people might think." Usopp's reaction in an extra panel is giving the person a deeply disapproving side-eye, asking "oh yeah...?"

The fourth page depicts Luffy tighly hugging Robin while lifting her in the air as both of them are grinning. The gray silhouette of a person is asking: "Are you really gonna let him act like that with your girlfriend?" Pictured underneath is Franky, deeply confused expression on his face, only responding with a bewildered "uhh...."

The last panel shows Luffy, grinning and holding his hat. The asexual and the aromantic flag are pictured behind him.

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stung by the wasp

ft. Levi Ackerman

18+ only

Read on Ao3. wordcount: 4,937

content: fem reader , slight sub-levi , hair pulling , choking , dirty talk , swearing , overstim , fingering , p in v sex , unprotected sex , petnames (sweetheart, baby, angel) , breeding , rough sex , squirting

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You didn't expect anything from the day. In fact, you had nearly forgotten, had it not been for all the ladies humming about excitedly, raving about the flowers in their arms, and the men nervously pacing the halls. The air is filled with anticipation and strong perfumes and colognes as the soldiers swarmed the hallways and barracks vibrantly.  

    Valentine's Day, huh?

A grin finds its way to your face, recalling the holiday. It's always been a sweet tradition the world carries on, and the soldiers certainly needed the distraction from the daily horrors and routines they find themselves in. Stretching, you saunter out of bed, making your way to the bathroom to wash your face and get ready for the day. You brush your teeth quickly, and as you peer into the mirror, a certain captain's face pops into mind, and you pause briefly. You spit the toothpaste out, putting the toothbrush away, and sigh.

    Should I?

    What's the harm? Maybe I could indulge a little too. 

    After some deliberation, you grab your shoes and rush out the door, praying the shops wouldn't be too busy on a day like this.

    He could use a gift, whether he wants to or not.

    You're glad the old headquarters are close to the shopping stalls. It's nearing mid-day, and some of the shops are beginning to close for lunch, but that also means it's not as crowded as it would have been. You take your time, speaking to different merchants and asking questions. Maybe you could get him some sweets, but upon further thought, you aren't sure what sweets he likes. The smell of baked pastries wafts through the air, and you pause at a flower stall. Frustratingly, you aren't sure what flowers he likes either, if he likes them at all. Pacing through the stalls left you deep in thought pertaining to what to gift the captain. He is closed off, even to those close to him. 

    Even to me...

    You shake this thought off, contemplating about what he may find useful instead. 

    Maybe.... a new book? He likes to read...when he has the time. Shit.

You don't even know what he likes to read. There aren't many stalls open now, and you're beginning to panic, not wanting to waste too much time. Passing by a few more stalls, you continue to ponder on the things that he may like. 'He's certainly difficult to shop for...' you think bitterly. You keep browsing, before stumbling upon a stall that catches your eye, selling beautiful handmade teapots.

    Oh, of course. You roll your eyes, a smile sneaking it's way to your face. Of course, he never goes without a cup of tea. 

    You browse the stall, carefully examining each teapot, until you settle on one in the back, untouched. It was made of finely crafted glass, painted with a pair of swans, and it sat with a certain... respect to it. You make small talk with the kind merchant, and she carefully packs it away in a lovely pink box. 

    Is this even appropriate?

    We only just started sleeping together....

    Would he even be getting me a gift?

    Does he know what I like?

    Does he even pay attention to me like that?

    Why am I trying to justify this? 

    Maybe.... he deserves it just because.

    You walked mindlessly back to the Survey Corps headquarters, getting lost in the thoughts swirling around in your head. You dizzy yourself, realizing you're thinking too hard about this, and you settle on a bench, deciding to enjoy the mild temperatures outside today. Spring is coming sooner than anticipated, and it shows. You note the pleasant smell of blossoming flowers, and the way the ducks and swans are back at the pond, aimlessly swimming. The breeze is gentle, only barely gracing the long overgrown field of grass. Bees and butterflies are emerging once more, busying themselves with the tasks of pollinating, making sure to leave gifts to bloom later. Some overfed stray cats are basking in the warm sunlight, and a small group of kids are fishing at the end of the pond. It feels nice to have such a normal day, given the nature of your job. Feeling a little bit calmer, you stand, gathering your belongings before continuing down the long dirt road, leading to the stables. 

    "Have fun shopping?" A voice hollers from the stable.

    You peak over the horse stall, finding some of Levi's new squad cleaning the enclosure. You smirk, an eyebrow popping up in question. Sasha and Connie pause momentarily, looking at you with misery.

    "Punishment?" You inquiry. The two exhausted teens groan and nod. Chuckling, you give them some space as they carried out a bucket of...whatever that was. 

    "I did, indeed, enjoy my shopping, thanks. I have a little bit of extra work catch up on though, so I can't stay and chat, sorry. I'll see you guys at dinner." You answered, waving goodbye to them as they muttered to each other. You need to run a quick errand before heading to your office. Stopping before Levi's room, you knock gently. No answer. You peak inside quietly, hoping not to disturb the man, and luckily find his room empty. Placing the pink box on his bed, you shuffled out of the room, and hurriedly walked back to your haven. Reaching the door to your bedroom, you quickly enter, ang heave a quick sigh, your heart racing. 

    Why am I so nervous?

    You decide not to ponder that question, and deciding to distract yourself with work, you enter your office, locking the door behind you so as to not be distracted.

    The rest of your night consisted of sitting in your office, filling out paperwork, mostly just training reports for the new recruits, reading over proposals for expeditions and Hange's experiment reports. Sitting up, you stretch, hoping to relieve some of the strain in your neck and back. The cramp in your hand is finally beginning to subside after putting the pen down, and you take a moment to close your eyes and breathe. The once pleasant breeze from your open window has now turned into a bitter cold, reminding you of the countless hours you just lost to work. Glancing at the clock, it reads 6:34 pm. Dinner is almost over. You stand up, stretching one more time before making your way to your actual room, hoping to put on a more comfortable change of clothes. You open your dresser, and reach for an off white dress you hadn't worn in a while. Slipping out of your uniform took some time, and the straps has made their usual dents in your skin. You spend some time rubbing a balm on them to ease the discomfort, and slip into your dress and a soft red sweater. Your stomach rumbled, and you turn to walk out of your room, headed for the dining hall.

"You're finally here! Dinner is just about gone, y'know?" Jean greets. The rest of Levi's squad is here now, saving you a spot. Smiling gratefully, you take a seat on the table, and listen to the debate currently happening between Sasha, Connie, and Eren. Locking eyes with Armin, he shrugs, choosing not to involve himself as Eren tries to recruit him to his side of the debate. You continue listening, eagerly eating the food they saved for you before it goes cold. Most of the dining hall has cleared out, and the few remaining are casting dirty looks in the direction of your table as the three continue to raise their voices, getting more heated as the debate progresses into an argument. Mikasa is beginning to try to calm Eren down, and Sasha and Connie have now dragged Jean into the argument, only infuriating Eren more. You start to tune out the argument, instead choosing to converse with Armin and Krista as the chaos begins to die out.

    "By the way, someone left you some gifts this evening. It's on the end of the table. Has your name written on the envelope." Krista mentions, pointing at the pile of gifts.

    Gifts? For me?

    A bouquet of flowers, an envelope, chocolates, and a batch of chocolate strawberries lie at the end of the table.

    "Squad Captain has a secret admirer!" Connie jokes, poking your head. Shoving his hand away, your cheeks are suddenly warm, and you reach out to look at the envelope sitting in the bouquet. You open it, and there is no signature, although with the perfect handwriting, there's no mistaking who sent it. You giggle softly, reading the note.

    'You're pretty. I hope you like the shitty chocolates.' it reads. You shake your head, eyes leering over the gifts he left.

    "Who is it?" Jean interrogates, trying to peer at the note. You fold it back up, tucking it in your pocket. 

    "There's no signature. They must want to remain anonymous." You answer, still laughing. So, he did get me something. The thought makes you smile more. You sit on the table, popping a chocolate in your mouth, swirling the taste around and savoring it, and the rest of the squad decide to turn in for the night. They wave as you part ways, and you try a chocolate strawberry next. Biting into the treat, Levi enters the room, carrying an empty teacup. He glances up, briefly making eye contact before he turns away quickly, his ears turning pink. Smirking in his direction, you finish the strawberry, while he rummages in the cabinet. He looks back at you for a moment, grumbling in disapproval.

    "You know I hate when you sit there....the chairs are right there." He mutters, avoiding looking at you for too long. 

    You lick the juice of your fingers, snickering. "I know." You watch him eagerly, and he rolls his eyes at your teasing tone.

    "Y'want some?"  he offers, still not looking at you. He grabs a cup for you anyways, knowing your answer, and you hum approvingly.

    "Yes please."

    You watch him intensely from behind as he busies himself with the tea. The sweet, tangy scent of green tea fills the air, and you hop of the table, the box of chocolates still in hand. Leaning against the wall, still watching him, you stand a little closer. Levi barely glances at you when you speak.

    "Thank you for the gift. I am enjoying the shitty chocolates." You gently teased, and his ears turn pink once more.

    "You better. They were expensive." He mumbles, pouting into his cup.

    He looked so cute when he pretended to be aloof. You stared at him more, watching him take a sip of his drink. For a brief moment, you lose all inhibition and grab him by the chin, forcing him to turn and look at you.

    "What the hel-" He begins, but you interrupt him. 

    "Open." you order.

    He stares at you with a shocked expression. You stare back expectantly, waiting for him to follow your command. He opens his mouth with hesitation as you push a small piece of chocolate in his mouth. The room is silent aside from the wind blowing through the open windows. The room feels hotter, and Levi's pants feel like they are two sizes too small suddenly. He can't believe he's enjoying this, and he shuts his mouth hastily. His eyes are wide in disbelief as you lean forward, not breaking the eye contact. You reach behind him to grab the tea he prepared for you, and you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear.

    "Happy Valentine's Day." You part with a soft kiss on his cheek before turning to walk to your room.

    He watches you walk away, trying to regain some kind of feeling back in his legs. Your hips always had a natural sway when you walked, and it never failed to hypnotize him. He decides he can't wait any longer, and he chases after you, hoping to catch you.

    How lucky for me, he thinks, that my room is closer to the dining hall than yours is.

    He catches up to you, and swiftly catches your wrist before stumbling for his key to his room. He manages to fish the small key out of his pocket, and throws the both of you into his lowly lit office. Levi locks the door behind him and wipes everything off his desk, not that there was much there to begin with, and swiftly bending you over his desk. He holds you in place while you gasp. Time isn't flowing the way it should. So much has happened in the span of only a few moments. Did you mean to rile him up like this? Neither of you know, but you aren't complaining. He leans over your body, pressing into your backside and panting heavily in your ear.

    "That was real fucking brave of you." He says sharply, dragging his nails down your arms to your wrists before forcing them to the desk, above your head. You know what's coming, and you give a smile, eyes half-lidded in lust. Your face is smushed against the desk, and drool is making its way out of the corner of your mouth.

    "I know..." you're salivating more now, and you drag the last syllable out, feeling his cock twitch at the eroticism of your voice. He can't help it, a small sound leaves his mouth, his senses becoming overwhelmed at the sight and sound of you. You look delicious, your hair is awry, and you're behaving so well for him. You press against him softly, urging him to do more, and he can't resist pushing back. His clothed cock feels so sensitive already, and the feeling of you rubbing against him only drags another soft groan out of him. When he pulls away, you whimper, but he pulls you off the desk with haste, tugging on your clothes.

    "Take this shit the f-fuck off." He groans, pulling your dress above your head. He's impatient, and his hand dives into your panties, finding you already dripping with need.

    "Hav'nt even fucking done anything 'n you're already this wet?" He's bewildered, barely able to get the words out as you whine out his name. He could cum right now, and it takes a great amount of restraint not to. You're sitting on the edge of his desk now, grinding into his fingers as they delicately play with your clit. It's not enough for you, it never is, and when he pulls away you feel as though you could cry from the loss of contact. He needs you now though, and he briskly turns you back around over the desk. He pulls your panties all the way off, and frees his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants, sighing in relief as he palms his now weeping head. Wasting no time, he lays a hand flat on your back as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes in with need, and his thick cock twitches as he bottoms out, trying not to finish right here and now. There was no time given to adjust, and he set a slow pace. Every thrust left you breathless as he was merciless with his strength. He was needy, and probably pent up from the last few days you haven't seen each other, and it shows as he continues to bully your walls.

    "All fucking day I've waited for you. I even looked for you until someone told me you were out. Was that you that left the teapot? Is this what you were hoping for?" He groans, feeling your walls clench around him. You cry out for more, and he gives in, speeding his pace up slightly. You take him so obediently, and he can't stop his mouth from running. His touch feels hot as he drags his hand to rest on your hips, giving them a squeeze. Your walls are strangling him now, and he knows you're getting close. His moans are now turning into throaty groans at the feeling, leaning over you. A warm ball of pressure is building up in your core, and it's going to snap any moment. Your thighs are soaked now, and Levi manages to fuck you harder, forcing you into your climax.

    He leans into your ears, his voice purring with craving. "Already so fucking close. C'nt believe what a fucking needy slut you are," He drags a hand around your waist, reaching for your puffy clit. It's throbbing with need, and he circles it with the pads of his fingers. It's the last thing you need for you to snap, and you release a string of cries and whimpers, begging for him to keep going as he applies just the right amount of pressure. ", I've got you, sweetheart. Cum your fucking brain out for me" he taunts, feeling your walls squeeze him one last time. You squirt around is cock, and he pulls out of you, watching as you finish. The sight is almost holy to him, and he needs more from you. You aren't finished coming, but he pushes two fingers into your sensitive cunt, fingering you mercilessly while using his other hand to hold you down. You thrash, the feeling of overstimulation taking over now. It's hot and cold almost, and the pleasure mixes with the electric pain it sends through your nerve endings. It's addictive, and Levi knows it. He doesn't let up until your walls have stopped spasming around his thick fingers, and he pulls them out gently before crouching to give your cunt a few soft licks from behind. He stands back up, reaching around to your mouth.

    "Open." He mocks, giving you a taste of your own medicine. You look back at him, parting your lips, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth. He moans softly at the warmth of your tongue circling his digits as you suck on them. It's erotic, it takes over his body and he retracts his fingers from your plump lips. Instead, he entangles them in your hair, pulling your head up as he bullies his cock back into your cunt. You feel full of him again, and it's a feeling that leaves you craving for him every night now. His hips snap back into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs, once more setting a hard, but slow, pace. He's fucking into you with a desperation, and the only sounds in the room are the mix of both of your moans and the slapping of wet skin. He's licking long, wet stripes up your back and over your shoulder, and then biting and nibbling at your neck. He sucks in one spot, making you jolt a little, and your pussy flutters at the feeling. He moans softly, making sure to leave a mark there.

    It's overwhelming. He's overwhelming. His scent pervades all your senses, the smell of soap and clean laundry. There is a soft lingering of mint, left over from his toothpaste and mouthwash. The warmth of his chest on your back embraces you, and he feels like a cozy blanket draped over you in the cold winter. It is overwhelming, but you need more.

    You reach behind you, needing to touch him, to feel him. Your fingers briefly run down his abdomen, feeling his muscles flex and release in time with every powerful thrust. The sloppy sounds of your skin meeting his penetrates the atmosphere. He captures your wandering hand, placing it back onto his desk, and he interlaces your fingers together. Somehow it feels more intimate, a brief innocence in the current lewd state you two were in. His lips wonder in search of skin he hasn't, yet tasted tonight, and he leaves kisses on the nape of your neck and over your shoulders. It's tender, a stark contrast to the harsh thrusts he gives you. Your head grows dizzy, and his thrusts grow more erratic. He kisses your cheek, and then your ear.

    "You got this sweetheart, I know you can take it," His voice is lascivious, an ever growing desperation beginning to take over his mind. ", you can give me one more right, sweetheart? Please, just one more." He groans softly. He's begging you. Ordinarily, he keeps his composure when you sleep with him, and this is a new side of him that you can't deny that you love. The desk has moved a few inches now, and the force of Levi's thrusts continues to shake the desk. Levi's head is swimming with need and he feels as if he could get lost in the feeling of your cunt. He cant think of anything except how good you feel around him, drowning in the sweet sounds of you begging for more. The sweet smell of your soaps and lotions fill his senses. The salt of your sweat covered skin covers his tongue. He could never get enough.

    He's never felt like this, not for anyone. He's always thought you were pretty. He watched you intensely in training, and then watched you fight during the battles and expeditions. Yu were strong, there's no denying it. Your strength and perseverance got you where you are now, his co-captain. You kept him company when he worked the long hours of the night on paperwork, offering to help thin out his load (in more than one way) and learning to brew his tea the way he likes. Sometimes you would even just bring a book and chat with him when there was no sleep to be had. He enjoyed your company more than he let on, and he couldn't imagine not having you around. He get lost in these thoughts the same way he gets lost in your body, his face burying into your messy hair as he fucked you into oblivion. The scent of your locks brings him back to reality, as does the almost painful throbbing of his cock pistoling in and out of you. He wraps his arm around your waist pulling you up, back flush against his chest. Using his free hand, he turns your face to him and smashes his lips against yours. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, and you swallow his moans gratefully. Your lips are so perfect, he thinks. They feel like pillowy clouds against his own slightly chapped ones. He pulls away, gasping for breath. His face is contorted in pleasure, his mouth hangs open as more moans fall out, one after the other. He looks so beautiful like this, with his thin brows pierced together, eyes screwed shut. A thin layer of sweat covers his fucked out state, and his hair, now messy, is beginning to stick to his forehead. you reach an arm up, dragging your nails through his freshly shaved undercut as he hisses and throws his head back. His eyes are locked with yours, and he cant look away from your just as fucked out state.

    "After this f-fucking war, 'm g'nna marry you. I fucking sw-wear," He groans out. His voice is raspy now, barely able to finish his sentences without stammering. ", 'm gonna put a- fuck- a fucking b-baby in you." He can't hardly talk now, but he keeps running his mouth.

    "Y-ou want that? Fucking shit baby. Is th-at what you want?" Levi chokes on his words as you clench around him at his words. His hand reaches forward to toy at your clit again. "Tell me what you w-want, please." He whispers. God, he's fucking begging again. He's so close now. 

    "P-please, Levi please I w-ant that. I want you." You plead with him. You can't look away from his face, he's so gorgeous. You hope he keeps that promise.

    His moans are higher in pitch now at your pleading words, and his voice is cracking more with each moan. He wants to cum so bad it's driving him insane. He knows you're so close to coming again, and he needs you to. He won't finish until you do. He watches your face contort when he adds more pressure to your clit, timing his circling fingers in tandem with his thrusts. Tears threaten to spill over, your eyes glassy. His other hand hasn't left your hip, and you're sure he's leaving bruises. You don't mind though. It's the single most grounding thing he's doing, and certainly not the most noticeable. Tears have started rolling down your cheeks, and Levi can't think of any time you were more beautiful than now. It's a scene that burns itself into his memory.

    "L-Levi ple-ease cum. Cum inside me please." You weep. You feel your climax approaching rapidly, and Levi's hips are getting sloppy. His hand takes one thigh and lifts your leg to the desk, giving him a new angle to fuck you deeper. 

    "You want that, angel? Keep saying my fucking name. Let everyone hear you," He groans. ", I'll fill this pretty cunt up just for you, angel."

    His name is repeated like a prayer you can't stop chanting. Every nerve is on fire, and you're coming before you realize it. You feel your body shaking as your orgasm washes over you. You keep crying Levi's name out, unable to think or say anything else. There's only him. The spasming of your cunt grants him his own release as he cries out, throwing his head back. He swears more than he ever has as his hips falter and stutter, rutting his orgasm into you. There is no rhythm now, and you feel a burst of warmth as he cums. Whines fall out over and over from Levi, and his pants are frantic as he comes down from his high. It's uncontrollable, probably more than he's ever cum in his life as he shoots the last ropes of cum into you. Levi's body slumps into you, still twitching and shaking, whimpering softly as he buries his head into your shoulder. The two of you are so fucked out, still processing your orgasms. Sweat is dripping down both of you, and he finally pulls away. You giggle when he pulls out of you, hissing quietly from the brief stimulation. His cum drips out slowly, and he's captivated by the image. Levi drags two digits over your hole, swiping the leftover before pushing his cum back in. Pulling his fingers out, he leans over you again, kissing your back, then your shoulder, and your neck, before making his way up to your lips. Opening your eyes, you peer at him, smiling sweetly and Levi's heart nearly explodes. He examines your face, and takes a breath. He pulls away, if he didn't, he might have just died right there staring at you. Looking down, he turns with an almost hidden smile, only partially hidden by his hair.

    "Tch, c'mon.  Bed." He orders gently. You heave a short laugh at him.

    "No bath?" You tease.

    "Mm. Later. 'm too tired. W'nna sleep." He murmurs. He turns back to face you, slipping his arm under your legs to carry you to his bed. He places you inside the duvet, whispering softly to you.

    "I'll be right back. Stay here." 

    The duvet is fluffy and soft, he doesn't use it enough for it to lose its shape. You wish he would, but you'll settle for the faint traces of his shampoo on the pillow. Sleep is beginning to take over you body, but Levi returns, dressed in pajama pants and carrying a wet rag and a glass of water. He sits on the edge of the bed, dragging the wet cloth over your skin, erasing the now-dried sweat. He takes careful measure to be gentle when he reaches your intimacy again, and you jump a little at the coldness. He glances at you, reading your face to make sure you're okay, but you only give him a reassuring nod. He sits up again, handing you the water and watching as you chug some down and offering him the rest. Accepting it, he takes a few swigs and finishes it. Levi shifts, crawling into the covers with you and pulls your body closer to him, and you rest your head in his shoulder. 

    "Happy Valentines." He mutters softly, stroking your hair. You hum in contentment, and shut your eyes, reveling in his gentle touch. He never treats you with anything but tenderness, and you've grown to appreciate it. You two see so much violence, it's only fair you seek out the opposite. Moments pass by as your thoughts scatter like this, but a question is lingering on your mind. Before sleep takes over, you glance up at Levi, and he looks down at you.

    "Did you mean it?" You question, sleepiness filling your quiet voice.

    "Mean what?"

    "After the war is over. Did you mean that?" You ask again. He hums and turns his body on his side to face you. His fingers thread through your hair as he takes a moment to think.

    "Of course. Only if you want that too..." He answers. He wears a look of exhaustion, but a blush has creeped its way to his cheeks. It's cute, and you take note of his sleepy voice. Its smooth and deeper, laced with sleep too.

    "I do....I do want that...." you whisper shyly, unable to meet his eyes. He pulls you into his chest, placing a tender kiss to your forehead.

    "Then it's settled." He whispers into your hair. It's the first time you have actually slept together, and in his bed no less. It certainly won't be the last time.

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[5:21AM] — you wake up groggily to hear banging coming from down the hall. you try to ignore it and go back to sleep, turning over to curl yourself around hinata. at the same moment that you realize that the banging is coming from the baby’s room, and that the other side of the bed is empty, you jolt awake.

before you’re even fully awake, you’re stumbling down the hall, bursting into the baby’s room. to your horror, you find your husband standing in front of the changing table, baby powder all over his face.

“…shoyo,” you mumble sleepily, “…why didn’t you wake me up?”

he looks distressed as you pad over, his large shirt hanging off you. “y-you looked really, really tired! a-and i have to get up soon for practice anyway so—”

you take a baby wipe from the box, reaching over him, and start to clean his cheeks off. you smile when you notice that he never once takes his hand off the baby on the changing table, even with the safety straps, making sure that the baby doesn’t roll over.

“you did good,” you praise and he soaks it up, beaming. he nuzzles your face, asking you, did i really? to which you nod in response.

 “just watch me, okay? i’ll show you how to change the baby’s diaper and you can do it next time,” you tell him.

he watches with his chin on your shoulder as you clean the baby again, slide the clean diaper under, and fasten it around the waist not too tightly. you point at all the spots hinata should watch out for and he soaks up all the information, barely even breathing through your explanation.

“i got it!” he boasts, kissing you on the cheek.

hinata goes to the table, untying the straps and taking the baby into his arms. he’s bouncing the baby on his hip, cooing at them, and sidles back over to you with a grin.

“you still look tired, mommy,” he teases, leaning over to kiss you once more, this time on your forehead. “go back to bed. i’ll put the baby down to sleep and then i’ll get ready for practice, ‘kay?”

you smile, watching the baby grabbing at hinata’s face, tugging on his hair. in turn, he blows kisses and makes faces at the baby, making them giggle louder. you sigh, knowing the baby won’t sleep at this rate. you nod to your husband anyway.

“okay, have a good day, shoyo,” you say, sliding an arm around him. you stay there, leaning against him, inhaling the familiar scent, and hope it’ll lull you back to sleep.

[petalsrdead]

i would kill for you to write some Law smut where he has a breeding kink please ^~^

as someone who literally has a breeding kink, say no more, anon. i’m on it! \(>ᴗ•)/♡︎

Hidden Desires

❤︎ trafalgar law x fem reader ❤︎

𖤐₊˚.༄ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ����₊˚.༄

cw: established relationship, oral (f receiving), teasing, unprotected sex (don’t), breeding kink (duh), missionary, mating press, rough sex, slight stomach bulge, creampie (duh), petnames, fluff at end

summary: established relationship, reader is a member of heart pirates, Law has a secret kink that reader wants to figure out, Law lets his desires out, super nsfw with some fluff at end!

word count: ~2600

note: only loosely proofread so bear with me, my loves.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Hidden Desires

Your boyfriend was a cynical man.

He liked things to be thorough and correct, nothing to be left to interpretation. He was a doctor, after all, a very practical one at that. His analytical precision was nothing to gawk at. For example, when it came to your sex life, he always insisted on rolling a condom over his impressive length before he railed you into the mattress.

But you were about to discover that there was something about Trafalgar Law that made him want to stray away from this methodical way of life.

He buried this desire deep inside himself, too frightened for what might happen if it were to see the light of day, if it were to make its way to your unsuspecting ears.

You knew there had to be something. Something about himself that he was hiding from you. Sometimes, when he fucked you, you saw some glimmers of this yearning slip from within him. On one occasion in particular, when he had you pressed against one of the icy walls of the Polar Tang, your legs wrapped around his waist shakily as he pounded into you, he let his aching speak for him,

“I want to fill you to the brim, y/n…”

The confession was quiet, so much so that you asked him to repeat himself, surely you had heard him incorrectly. Hips still snapping away against yours, he shook his head and groaned into your neck, refusing to elaborate.

This interaction had sprouted a seed in your mind, a tiny one, but one that you determined to nourish and sprout; what longing resided inside your boyfriend, your captain, that he insisted on keeping hidden from you?

Law was seated at his desk in his office, scribbling away in his notebook, his other hand holding open an anatomy textbook, dark gray eyes scanning back and forth between the two.

You laid on his bed, your body still, but your mind racing.

Silence had hung heavy in the room for over an hour now. The two of you had an agreement, if you wanted to keep him company while he worked, you needed to stay quiet. You knew Law was busy today, like every day, and you knew better than to disturb him.

You anxiously picked at your fingernails, trying desperately to catch up with your turbulent mind.

“What’s got your brain so preoccupied, y/n?” your boyfriend’s deep voice began, much to your surprise. He was speaking to you, of course, but his eyes remained glued to his notes. Law was an observant man, you weren’t surprised that he could still pick up on your mannerisms, even with his back to you.

“Thinking…” you admitted, knowing it wasn’t much of a confession.

“Clearly,” he toyed. You couldn’t see his face, but your brain filled in the missing piece. You knew he was smirking, as he always did when he bantered with you.

“What are you hiding from me, Law?” you began, moving off of the bed and bringing yourself to your feet, “I want to know what’s in there,” you spoke, motioning to his head with the point of your finger.

Your boyfriend finally brought his face up from his textbook to meet your curious eyes.

“What are you talking about, doll?” he chuckled, “You know me better than anyone.”

“I know I know you, Law,” you grinned at him, making your way towards him, placing your hand on his toned chest beneath his shirt. “But I want to know what you want to do to me. What you really want to do to me.”

To the outside perspective, Law’s face was cold and calculating, but to you, his partner, you could make out the slight blush that now dusted his cheeks, and the glimmer of arousal in his eyes.

“You really want to know, y/n?” he began, his voice now a seductive whisper.

Staring up at him, you gulped dryly. Even with no idea what to expect, you placed all of your trust in Law’s tattooed hands, and nodded your head.

With your assurance, Law began to speak again, bringing his fingers to the buttons of his shirt.

“Ive always wondered,” be began, starting to undo the buttons, “what it would be like,” working his way down his shirt, shrugging it off of his toned shoulders, exposing his tattooed chest and abdomen to you, “to fill you up.” Law gazes down at you, face painted with a knowing smirk.

You felt heat begin to grow in your core as you stared up at the shirtless man before you, your cheeks now glowing pink.

“L-Like how?” you stuttered meekly.

Law chuckles at you before sinking to his knees before you, placing his strong hands at the waistband of your skirt before pulling it down in one swift motion, leaving you in nothing but your slick-coated panties, causing you to blush even deeper, heat now boiling in your core.

“I want you to think about,” he begins, pausing to kiss along your thighs, “what it would be like,” he kisses more, making his way towards your slit beneath the fabric of your underwear, “to be stuffed full of my cum,” he begins to kiss your slit, causing you to gasp and reach down to grab ahold of his dark hair, “to be filled with my babies, y/n”

“L-Law…” his name is the only thing you can utter in response to his lewd confession.

He hooks his fingers beneath the band on your panties, pulling them down, too, to meet your skirt in a pile on the floor.

He spread your legs slightly to give himself access to your dripping pussy, rewarding it with a long stripe of his hot, wet tongue, causing you to throw your head back and cry out for him.

“A-Ah, L-Law-!”

His tongue continues its ravenous assault on your clit and opening, causing your legs to shake and buckle beneath you, but your strong boyfriend holds you up, not stopping for even a moment, his tongue still working wonders into your cunt. He lapped and swirled his tongue at your swollen clit, earning more gasps and cries from within your throat. Your vision began to grow hazy as Law pulls you further and further towards your impending orgasm.

“L-Law, i’m c-coming!” you cried, fingers still locked in his dark hair.

He only groans into your pussy in response, still feverishly working at your clit.

In an instant, the knot growing within your stomach snaps, and you’re gushing fluids onto Law’s hardworking tongue, throwing your head back and crying at the intensity of your orgasm.

“O-oh, my god, Law!”

Before you can even have a chance to recover, Law scoops you up and hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you to his bed.

“H-Hey!” you meekly protested, hitting your delicate fists into his back, “I need a second!”

“Sorry, dear,” he began, voice ridden with lust, “Need you now.”

You blushed immensely at his confession as he throws you gently onto the bed, wasting no time as he climbs atop you and locks his lips with yours. He’s breathing heavily as he kisses you, overcome with passion and desire. Your tongues dance together as you moan into one another’s mouths, Law dipping his hand down to begin working at the button and zipper to his jeans. You hear the familiar sound of a zipper being dragged along its track and clothes hitting the floor. When you open your eyes and glance down, you’re pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriend’s long, beautiful cock standing upright against his stomach, pulsing with desire to be encased within your hot, tight, welcoming walls.

You wait patiently for Law to climb off of you and retrieve a condom from his nightstand, like he always does. Except, this time, for the first time, it begins differently. Law catches you offguard by taking his throbbing cock in his hand and rubbing his flushed, leaking tip up and down your slit, bare.

“B-But Law,” you started, voice trembling, “W-What about protection?” you uttered meekly.

Law chuckles as he holds himself up on top of you, his muscular arm flexing, still using his other hand to rub his bare tip against your leaking slit. “I want to feel you, y/n,” he begins, “Really feel you,” his voice is low and husky, “Everyday I sit at my desk and imagine what it would be like to fill you up with my cum until its spilling out of that pretty pussy of yours. I want to pump my babies into you, y/n” his face is in your neck as he confesses, his voice like warm honey in your ears.

Your legs tremble around his waist as you feel the evidence of your arousal now leaking more profusely onto your boyfriend’s thick cock.

“Then stuff me full, Law, please,” you purred into his ear, your voice velvety and seductive.

Law’s breath hitches in his throat and you feel his big cock twitch against your opening, clearly aroused by your desperate plea. He groans in your ear as he begins to push his blunt tip into your tight, leaking hole.

“F-Fuck baby,” he groans, “You ready?”

“Fuck me, Law,” you grasped at his muscular back as you pleaded, “Fill me with your babies.”

At this, Law wastes no time pushing into you, you let out a loud cry as he stuffs you full, in one swift motion, his long cock is fully enveloped within your tight, gummy walls.

“O-Oh my god, L-Law, you’re so big-!” you cry out, nails digging down his back.

He groans at the familiar feeling of your hot walls squeezing him in so tightly.

“I know I am, baby, show me you can take it,” he teases, voice shaky with pleasure.

Law begins to thrust his hips into yours, fucking you into the mattress as you shake and cry beneath him.

You inhale sharply each time he thrusts forwards, his blunt tip kissing your cervix with each movement, causing a small bulge in your stomach. Noticing this as well, Law smirks and presses a hand to your stomach to intensify your pleasure,

“Look at that, baby,” he groans, his eyes motioning to where his cock shows through your skin, “look how good im stuffing you,”

You cry out in pleasure, looking down to be greeted with the sight of Law’s cock pulsing beneath your skin.

“M-Mmm! Law-!”

Law’s tattooed hand moves upwards to hold your face, his thumb rubbing comforting circles into your cheek before he wipes your tears.

“You’re being such a good girl, y/n, taking this big cock of mine so damn well,” he praises.

You moan at his lewd remarks, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing your ankles into his back, silently begging for him to go harder, faster, anything, you just needed more.

“Oh yeah?” Law smirks, “As you wish, my love.”

Law brings his hips back before slamming into you, making you scream out for him.

“Fuck! Law!” you cried, helplessly digging into his back. Your head spun at the intensity of the entire situation, your boyfriend finally letting his lewd desires escape his brain, his stoic composure breaking and coming undone and he pounds into your tight pussy and groans your name from atop you.

A serious 180 from earlier, when nothing but silence filled the room, but now, as your boyfriend had his way with you, the walls vibrated with the obscene sounds of moans and wet skin slapping together.

Law’s balls slapped against your cunt with each forward thrust, making you moan out delightfully at the feeling.

You felt yourself reaching your limit, colored tars dancing beneath your eyelids as you squeezed them shut while Law’s cock battered your cervix.

You dug your nails harder into his toned back, surely drawing blood, making him groan out loudly in pleasure.

“Shit, y/n, you’re taking me so well, you’re so fucking tight.”

You knew exactly what you had to say to break him, to make him burst inside you.

“F-Fill me, Law…” you whimpered in between thrusts, “stuff me full of your babies, make them leak out of this little pussy,” you cried, your eyes filled with tears, drool spilling from your mouth as you moaned for him.

“F-Fuck, y/n! You have no idea what that does to me-!” Law groaned through gritted teeth, his body trembling as he railed you.

And then, he pulls your legs from the death-lock they had on his waist and presses them down into the mattress, forcing you into a mating press.

“L-Law-!” you cried, now feeling his cock even deeper.

“G-Gotta make sure I get it all into you, y/n,” he groaned into your ear, making you shiver, “None of this cum can go to waste,” he purred, “Need to shoot it straight into your womb~”

You blush immensely at his obscene words.

He thrusts harder, now, the bulge in your stomach showing more prominently.

“N-Nghhh-! L-Law! I’m s-so close-!” you screamed, feeling yourself coming undone beneath pleasure-hungry, lust-ridden boyfriend.

“I’m right behind you, dear,” Law groaned, assuring you, “Let it out.”

And with his permission, you felt stars dance beneath your skin as you orgasmed, gushing onto Law’s throbbing cock, coating him in your slick.

“F-Fuck, baby,” Law cursed, voice hoarse, “I’m coming,” he groaned into your ear.

In an instant, you feel as Law’s cock shoots hot ropes of cum into your pussy, decorating your inner walls.

You throw your head back and moan out, digging your fingers into the bedsheets, trembling at the new sensation.

“L-Law-! Fuck! I feel it!” you cried, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and spilling down your hot, red cheeks.

“Y-Yeah? You feel my cum shooting into you, baby?” he groans, still thrusting into you, riding out his orgasm, forcing his cum deeper into you, “Gotta stuff it all into you,” he moans out.

You shake beneath him, feeling his hot cum begin to spill out of your cunt as he continues to stuff you with his big cock.

Eventually, Law’s hips slow and then still, his tattooed chest heaving up and down as he breaths heavily, coming down from his high.

He reaches down with a shaky hand and pulls out of you slowly, making you whine as you throb around nothing.

“Y/n?” he inquires, looking down at your flushed body, wet with sweat and moving up and down shakily as you breathe, attempting but failing to catch your breath. “Are you okay, doll?” he voice was ridden with concern, fearful that he overstepped with his kink.

You smirk and him and sit up, making him lay down before settling into his warm chest, his cum running down your legs.

You feel at home.

You hum happily before you looking up at him with your big doe eyes.

You grab his large hand in your smaller one, placing it gently on your stomach before leaning in to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, mirroring his statement from earlier,

“Everyday, I sit on your bed and think about how empty I feel.”

You feel your boyfriend tense beneath you, blush tinting his cheeks as you playfully bite at the shell of his ear,

“Thank you for filling me up, Law~”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

anon, my dear, i sincerely hope this quenched your thirst-! it surely did mine (,,> ᴗ <,,)

i hope you all enjoyed breeding kink law!! ʚ♡︎ɞ

kisses,

willow ꒰⚘݄꒱

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[petalsrdead]

Pornstar Dream ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

—in which your friends help you make something other than solo porn for your onlyfans (with a week full of dick appointments of course).

—nanami, choso, sukuna, toji, gojo n geto

—cw: smut, daddy kink, overstimulation, mommy kink, passing out, bondage, gagging, threesome, choking, pussy eating, degradation, praise, breeding, pussy/clit slapping, double penetration, cervix fucking, belly bulge, mask kink, a lot more.

—repost from @/fairyhub

Nanami. Monday 10:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m.

Hearing the ring of your doorbell, you smiled. Jogging down the stairs in just a sexy black robe to swing open the door. Nanami’s cheeks tinted red as he greeted you.

“Hi Kento!” you grinned, embracing him into a hug, “thank you so much for agreeing to this.”

Clearing his throat, Nanami half hugged you back with a short nod. Trying his hardest to keep his eyes off of you. “Yeah, no problem.”

Pulling away, you grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him into your home. Leading him upstairs into the massive guest bedroom where you filmed.

“Okay,” you started, picking up a pitch black ski mask and handing it to him. “The camera won’t be picking up your face, but you can put this one if you’d like.”

Nanami shook his head, “No it’s fine.”

“Great! Well let’s get started kay?”

Nanami found himself sat on your bed as you climbed onto his lap. His head straight forward to avoid falling into the camera’s line of sight. Despite you being able to crop him out.

He groaned when you brought yourself down on his cock. Letting out a soft mewl as your pussy took him all the way it. “Hmm,” you moaned, beginning to bounce up and down slowly while grinding your hips. “Fuck.. daddy,”

Nanami’s eyes widened, his cock throbbing against your walls as his grip on your hips tightened. Helping you speed up your pace to begin fucking yourself on his cock. The man let out a string of deep grunts, the sight of you whimpering while rutting yourself on his cock was almost enough for him.

“Nngh— so good daddy,” you breathed, “sooo fucking good, ahh.” Your lip between your teeth as you gripped his shoulders. Rocking your hips back and forth at a fast pace, your clit rubbing against his base region with each movement.

Your head fell back with your lips parted, your eyes closing as you clenched down on him. “O-oh—” Nanami noticing the way your movements got sloppy before gripping your ass. Fucking up into you at an almost inhuman pace. “F-fuckk—“ you cried out. A silent scream falling past your lips as your eyes rolled back. Allowing Nanami to do the work while you simply moaned and cried, his veiny hand curling around your neck.

“Shit- that’s it doll.“ the man cursed, his breathing getting heavy as your wetness coated his cock. Blunt tip bumping into your g spot each time it grazed your walls.

“D-daddy.. feels so good,” you let out a high pitched mewl, “‘m so close.”

Nanami’s cock fucking up into you making your stomach fill with heat, a coil building up as you were engulfed in pleasure. You could feel your head becoming dizzy as you neared your orgasm, your body trembling as your noises increased in volume.

Your toes curled with a chant of daddy’s. Your nails piercing past the muscular man’s skin. Nanami trying to keep his words limited incase someone recognized him, letting out a low husky string of curses while watching his cock disappear within your sopping cunt.

“F-fuck,” you let out your final cry, a shiver raking through your body before you were cumming on his cock. Drenching him in your clear liquid with a choked whimper.

Nanami groaned, his fingers squeezing into your ass and around your neck as he buried himself deep. Pumping ropes of thick cum onto your slippery walls.

You hummed in content, turning your body in his lap when he pulled out. Using your fingers to spread your folds for his cum to spurt out lewdly.

When you were done you ran to turn off all cameras. Grinning at Nanami before pressing a kiss to his lips, “Thank you again Kento.”

Choso. Tuesday 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m.

Choso was nervous when you had asked him to be in your video, but agreed nonetheless. Walking up shyly to your door before ringing the bell.

Running his hand through his hair to fluff it right before the door swung open. The man swallowing hard as he saw your robe clad frame. “Choso! you made it.” you smiled. And he only nodded while handing you a mini bouquet of flowers. “Y-yeah. And i uh.. i got you these.”

You cooed, pulling him in for a hug making his face burn red. He’d seen your solo content, so it was very hard for him to look at you without thinking back to all the loads he’d blown to the sight.

You led Choso upstairs after getting a vase for the flowers. Pulling him into your recording room while breaking down what would be happening.

“So you can put this on to hide your face.” you offered, holding out a black ski mask which Choso took with no protest. Putting it on after peeling his clothes off of him.

You sat him down of a chair instead of your bed. Tying his hands behind him and kneeling in between his legs. The cameras already rolling, “Ready?”

Choso nodded, “Mhm.”

Choso whimpered as you began stroking his cock slowly. Your touch soft on his skin as you teasingly circled your wrist on his tip. Spreading his precum and using it to fist his cock. Your lip in between your teeth as you smiled to the camera. Choso’s mewls loud and whiny as his body jerked.

“Aww, you like that baby?” you teased, “Like when mommy fist fucks your pretty cock?”

He nodded with a moan, his back arching as you sped up your movements, his cock throbbing when you raked a nail up his distinct vein. “Nngh— l-love ittt, o-oh fuck, love it mommy.”

You hummed, your face seductive as you switched between teasing his aching red tip and stroking down his length. The man tugging at the ropes in an attempt to rut his hips upward into your fist.

“Nngh— more- ahh, please m-more.”

You squeezed down on his base, his head falling back with a needy whimper as his breathing sped.

“You take what i give you okay baby?”

He let out a cry, his chest rising and falling heavily as you continued to tease him. “Nngh- m-mommy..” Choso’s back arched when you placed a kiss to his tip. Swirling your tongue around the glistening mushroom head.

Choso let out a string of moans, his hips thrusting up when you took his cock past your lips. Letting out a long shaky breath as you bobbed your head. Taking him all the way into your throat with a tiny gag.

His abs glistened with sweat as you sucked him off. Adorable noises filling the room as you brought him to his release. “F-fuck mommy- ‘m cumming. Nngh ‘m cumming mommy.” his voice cracked as it got high pitched.

Choso let out a broken whine when you stepped all movements. “N-no.. why?” you could hear the tears forming in his eyes.

“Shh baby, mommy’s gonna give you something even better.” climbing on top of him and sinking down on his cock. “There we go.. good boy.” His cries of pleasure even louder than before as you fucked him with your tightness.

His mewls and whimpers making you even more wet as you lifted yourself off and back onto his cock. Your ass flush on his lap every time you bottomed down.

Your moans mixed with his. Hands secure on his shoulders as you rocked yourself back and forth, his cock prodding your g spot each time. “Fuck, does that feel good baby?”

“Uh huh,” Choso choked out, “s-so good, haah.”

You could feel his cock twitching against your walls. Your head falling back and your lips parting in soft mewls. “Gonna cum baby? Gonna let it out f’ me.”

Choso nodded, “yeah,” he breathed, “‘m there mommy.”

“Cum in me okay? Fill my pussy with your cum.” your demanded, grinding your hips quickly as you approached your own orgasm. Drenching Choso’s cock with a cry before he was doing the same. Pumping you full of his cum with a whimper.

When you were both finished you panted heavily. Momentarily turning to the camera and thrusting two fingers into you for Choso’s cum to run out.

Eventually untying him and pulling off his mask with a giggle. His face fucked out and flushed as he looked up at you.

“Thanks Cho,” pressing a kiss to his lips.

Sukuna. Wednesday 2:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m.

Sukuna didn’t even knock when he got to your house. Waltzing in like he owned the place and making his way straight up to your recording room.

You let out a yelp when you saw the man by the door, a smirk on his face as he took in all the technology. “So you’re a full time slut huh?” He scoffed jokingly. Opening his arms for you to jump into. Wrapping your arms around his neck with a grin. “Hi Kuna.”

“Hi princess, i see you’re pretty much all set up.” You nodded with your lips between your teeth, clad in nothing but your black robe as Sukuna hummed. Allowing you to lead him to the bed while explaining everything.

“Handcuffs, ropes, gag..” Sukuna listed with a grin, “I like it.” Peeling off his shirt to reveal a litter of tattoos on his pale skin and a half sleeve full. His muscles prominent as he stretched. “Gonna do this pussy real good.”

You found yourself on your bed. Your hands handcuffed to the headboard and your feet tied in their spread out position. You whimpered as Sukuna placed a blindfold on your eyes. Getting ready to gag you next. “K-Kuna? You sure you wanna let your face show?”

“They’ve gotta know who’s making you scream somehow, and if you blur out my face i’m spanking that ass red.”

You nodded shakily, Sukuna strapping the ball between your lips before biting your neck softly. Trailing hot kisses down your chest with a groan. “Fuck.. wish you had called me for this earlier. Could’ve made a fortune outta this.” he mumbled lowly.

Your breath hitched when you no longer felt Sukuna against you. You shivered when his touch was replaced by a sharp nail raking up your chest. Circling each one of your breasts before tracing the sides of your waists. He was silent, keeping you breathing heavily in anticipation as a smirk graced his features.

Your back arched with a muffled mewl when Sukuna’s hand came down hard on one of your tits. The stinging sensation sending wetness straight to your pussy. Your chest rose and fell as Sukuna continued trailing your chest. Pressing his lips to your stomach before his hand came down on your other one.

Pulling another muffled cry from you with a hum. He twisted your nipples between his fingers as he kissed down to your cunt. Teasingly kissing everywhere else but where you craved to feel him. When he finally reached your pussy he groaned. “So fucking wet f’me.” Kissing your clit while his finger ran between your folds.

You could only moan behind the gag when he licked a stripe up your slit. Making out with your clit before dragging his tongue back down into your wetness. Your body jerked with a broken whimper when Sukuna’s hand laded directly on your clit. The sensitive bud throbbing at the contact.

You mewled, tugging at your restraints when Sukuna began lapping at your wetness. His tongue darting out to collect your sweetness with his mouth latched onto your pussy.

Another jerk passing through your body with a cry when his hand came down even harder. His tongue still working wonders as it dipped into you, his fingers pinching at your clit before coming down in two more consecutive hits.

Your eyes grew teary under the fabric. The blinking camera picking up the way your breaths became heavier by the time Sukuna had swapped his tongue and fingers. Curling the long digits into your walls while he tongued the rest of you.

Your body was filled with heat when Sukuna gripped your hip. Not being able to see the way he looked darkly at your trembling body. Basking in your incoherent noises as he feasted, feeling his cock grow hard underneath him.

The coil in your stomach grew stronger and. stronger. Unable to voice your release as you clenched down on his fingers with a silent scream, pussy gushing onto his hand and chin making him grunt into you. “Fuck, that’s it.” Replacing his fingers with his mouth to swallow down your juices.

Sukuna’s cock was collecting your wetness before you knew it. Roughly thrusting into you with a deep breath. His thick cock stretching you almost painfully as he bottomed out.

You mewled when he began fucking into you. His pace immediately hard and fast as his massive girth rammed into your tightness. You let out a string of loud cries, Sukuna’s hand wrapping around your neck as he glanced to the camera right in front of him. Giving it a grin before focusing his attention back onto you.

“Shit, taking me so well. Pretty little slut, fuckk.” he groaned, his tip hammering into your g spot making your back arch. Both your hands and legs pulling at their ties at the immense pleasure.

Drool ran past your lips as your body was rocked back and forth with Sukuna’s harsh thrusts. Tears staining your cheeks as he pierced deep into you. His hips holding no mercy as he moved.

Sukuna reached up to wipe your chin with his thumb. His deep voice sending shivers down your spine when he teased, “So messy,” using his hand to spread to spit all over your face before landing his palm on your cheek.

A loud cry leaving you at the burning sensation in your face. Only to have your head turned to the side when he landed another one. “So fucking pretty like this.” Tightening his grip on your neck to allow him to drill into your cunt.

Short screams matching his brutal thrusts as his cock fucked past your cervix entrance. Grazing your gummy walls perfectly on its way in and out.

You clenched down on him hard, letting out a series of muffled noises as you came. Soaking the sheets while you creamed Sukuna’s cock. The man letting out a deep groan with sped up breaths, “Fuck, can i cum in you?” Cursing out when you nodded, his head falling back as he stilled. Spilling ropes if his warm sticky cum deep into you.

“Shit..” he breathed, panting as he pulled out. The camera behind him picking up the way the liquid seeped out of you.

Sukuna untied you before removing the gag and blindfold. Watching as you sleepily blinked up at him through wet lashes. He helped you up, chucking at your messy face before kissing your nose. “Lemme help you get cleaned up yeah? You’ll worry about the cameras afterwards.” Knowing that you had tons of editing to do anyways, meaning that you could just cut the last part out.

Toji. Thursday 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.

When you opened the door for Toji, he smirked widely. His hands on your waist forcing you to the tips of your toes to kiss you. “You look so fucking hot in that robe. Just wanna rip it off you already.”

You giggled, doing a little spin for him and listening to the way he groaned. Pulling you into him for a hug. His nose buried in your neck while he groped your ass in hiss large hand. “Fuck.. we haven’t even started and i’m hard.”

When you bring him up to your room, you explain how things would be going. Toji barely paying attention as he scanned the room. “Can i wear my own mask?” he cut you off, finally turning his attention to you as pulled a ghost face mask out of his pocket.

“It’s a bit late for halloween Toji.”

“But it’s never too late to make a pretty little slut like you squirm.” His deep voice spoke lowly, stalking towards you with the mask on his face. His head tilted as you were backed into your bed. Falling into a sitting position with Toji standing over you, his fingers gripping your chin to make you look up at him. “Hmm, that’s exactly what i’m talking about,” running his thumb over your bottom lip after seeing the way your thighs clenched.

“F-fine.. you can wear the mask,” you grumbled.

“Was gonna wear it either way but thanks sweetheart.” he chuckled shortly, his demeanor going serious when he sighed, “Now, when do i get to ruin that tight cunt of yours?” His eyes darkening with lust as he watched your breathing speed up.

“Y-yeah.. uh l-let me just set up the c-cameras and we’re good to go.” you stuttered, wetness pooling between your legs as you went to set up.

Toji began fucking into you like a mad man. First fingering you to stretch you out before he was full on hammering into your pussy. The blinking camera capturing the way his muscular body flexed with each slam of his hips.

Your eyes were teary as you moaned and cried out. Your body rocking back and forth with every bruising thrust. Toji grunted on top of you, his hand holding tightly onto your neck as he bullied his fat cock even deeper.

Your noises increasing in volume as you turned to look at the camera to let them see how good you were getting fucked. Your tits bouncing wildly as Toji’s force shook the entire bed.

“Fucking look at me.” he growled out, and you whimpered as he tightened his grip on you. “These fucks get to see your dumbed out face all the time, it’s my turn.” Letting out a groan before his hips took an inhuman pace.

You could not see his face, only the image of ghostface looking down at you making you moan loudly. Your back arching as you clenched down on Toji. “Nngh— o-oh f-uckk.. so good- ahh— so g-good.” you cried. Feeling yourself grow closer to orgasm.

“A-ahh, fuck— To- nngh,” you caught your almost slip up, eyes rolling back in a string of shaky mewls when Toji’s other hand pinned your wrists above your head. Masked face coming down to your ear in a deep husk, “Ya like that you little slut? Being fucked in front of a camera for hundreds to see. Such a dirty fucking girl.”

Toji’s smirk widened under his mask, “Let’s give these idiots a show.”

After you came once, he roughly twisted and turned your body into his desired position. Your face in the sheets and your ass in the air. His hand on the back of your neck forcing you to stay down while he bounced himself off your ass.

A dragged out cry leaving your mouth each time his cock rammed deep into you. Threatening to push past your cervix when he sped up his movements.

Your toes curled, drool soaking the sheets as Toji fucked you dumb. Your puffy clit throbbing from the harsh hits of Toji’s heavy balls. “Nnh— ‘s so deep.” you mewled, getting nothing in return but a hard slap to your ass. “Yeah? Better fucking take it.” Toji grunted, his tip kissing your g spot meanly before poking against the skin of your stomach. Creating a visible bulge for everyone to see.

Toji’s head fell back with a groan, his other hand on your hip pulling you onto his cock to match his thrusting pace.

Your brain was foggy. Dizzy even. Your vision clouding as you approached yet another orgasm. Toji’s hand on your neck forcing your head up to face the main camera. “That’s it, show them how good this dick is fucking you. Wanna hear you say it.”

You let out a scream like moan, your stomach burning with heat as your back arched. “F-fuckk— feels so good. Your cock is fucking me soooo good.” you mewled.

“Good girl. Now make a fucking mess.”

You came with a cry, squirting messily onto Toji’s cock and the bed below. Your body trembling and your eyes closing as you were fucked through your high.

In the next few hours Toji had fucked you in all kinds of positions. Your bottom half on the bed while your hands support med your frame on the floor. Toji at the end of the bed lowering his hips onto your sopping cunt. Your cries whiny at the overstimulation.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a fucking champ, bet those men must be wishing to get a feel of that pussy while jerking off.”

“Nngh— you’re not supposed to say that.” you let out a broken whine. Toji’s cock fucking down hard into you as gravity forced your wetness to run down your torso.

“Shit- it’s true. Pussy feels like fucking heaven, i’d want a feel if i was in their place.” He rasped, his breathing getting heavy as his cock twitched. Bringing you to another orgasm before manhandling you some more.

Fucking you in full nelson as you sobbed from all the pleasure. “I can’t— nngh, i can’t.. ‘s too much.” Sweat covering his body as he breathed into your ear. “You can take it. Fuck- just give me two more yeah?”

Holding you directly in the camera’s sight when your pussy gushed. Streams of the clear liquid spraying messily into the air. Toji whistling lowly at the distance it reached.

Then he was bouncing you on his cock, your body falling limp into his chest as he moved your hips. Incoherent babbles falling past your lips as you drenched his thighs. An accidental daddy slipping past your lips as you began to rock back and forth weakly.

“Shit, call me that again.”

“Nngh— d-daddy,” you mewled loudly, your noises high pitched as your clit bumped against his pelvic region.

Toji groaned, “Fuck- you’re driving me crazy. Who’s your daddy baby? Who’s fucking this slutty pussy so good?”

Your legs quivered, clenching down hard as your head fell onto his shoulders. “Y-you. Haah.. you are.” Letting out a short choked scream as your orgasm washed over you painfully. Creaming his cock with a shaky string of whimpers.

Toji letting out a deep chant of curses as he finally allowed himself to release. “Shit- can i cum in ya sweetheart?” Only to look down to find you gone. Passed out against him as your chest rose and fell softly. “Fucking hell.” His voice cracking ever so slightly as he pumped endless amounts of cum into you. Stuffing your cunt to the brim in the thick white substance.

Lifting you off his cock for the camera to see your pussy flutter, his cum running lewdly out of your in spurts.

“Shit.. really fucked ya hard didn’t i,” Toji bit his lip from under his mask. Pulling it off his face to wink at the camera with a short wave and a smirk. “Hey there.” Laying you down onto the bed and placing a kiss to your lips with a sigh. “Let’s see if i can find anything in this big ass place.”

Walking away to find a warm rag or something to clean you up. Leaving the camera running not only because he didn’t know how to use it. But to at least show these people what even the slightest aftercare looked like.

If you decided to keep that part in, that was.

Gojo n Geto. Friday 4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.

When you asked Gojo and Geto, the two insisted that they tag teamed you. And you were more than willing to try.

You greeted the two at the door with a smile, being embraced on both sides by the towering men. Gojo smirked, “hi baby,” while Geto placed a kiss to your neck, “hello princess.”

“Hey guys.”

Gojo whistled, “You look so fucking hot in that robe baby, can’t wait to take it off ya.” You giggled, grabbing their hands and pulling them up to the room. “So this is what fucking yourself for some horny men gets you..” Geto laughed.

“So you guys have two options, i can crop and blur out your faces or you can wear these.” Holding up two masks for which both men shook their heads. Geto grinned, “Fuck.. i’m hard just thinking about what we’re going to do to you.”

You found yourself on your hands and knees, Geto fucking roughly into while Gojo fucked your face. Your moans and cries muffled as you were rocked back and forth.

“Shit,” Geto grunted, kneading at the soft flesh of your ass before landing a hard smack, “pussy’s so fucking tight.” You mewled onto Gojo’s cock, gagging and sputtering slightly at his length as he mercilessly slammed into your throat. Heavy balls slapping your chin with each movement.

Your eyes became teary, the feeling of Geto’s cock hammering your g spot making your head feel fuzzy as you whimpered. Your back arching with a string of cries and your breathing speeding up.

The two men watched as your body trembled, your tits shaking lewdly as squelching noises filled the air. Gojo groaned, his hand on your head forcing you to bob up and down his cock even faster as tears stained your cheeks.

The angled camera picking up the way you were destroyed on both ends. Your pussy clenching on Geto’s cock as a thick creamy ring formed at his base. You let out a short moan each time Geto’s cock bullied its way deeper.

Your words incoherent as you shakily announced that you were close. Your hand reaching down to rub at your clit with a high pitched cry.

“That’s it pretty girl. Fucking cum for us.” Gojo groaned, his head falling back as he approached his own release. Your eyes rolled back as you came messily, squirting uncontrollably onto the bed and Geto’s thighs. The black haired man only grunting deeply at the force. “Good fucking girl.. making a mess just like a little slut.”

“Think you can take both of us at once?” Gojo questioned, and you swallowed hard when he pulled out of your mouth. His cock dripping sloppily with your spit. His fingers reached under your chin, lifting your head to look up at him. “What do you say baby?”

You whimpered, “O-okay.” Making both males grin.

Gojo grabbed the black mask, hurriedly putting it over his head before throwing one to Geto, the other man putting his on as well before getting themselves in place.

Geto sat at the edge of the bed with you on his lap, his lips on your ear as he whispered, “If it hurts too much at any point i will stop okay?” You nodded in agreement, shivering as Geto used your wetness as lube.

His cock prodding at your ass before lowering you down slowly. You’d used toys for anal before, so it wasn’t bad apart from the small sting from his girth.

You moaned softly, your back on Geto’s chest with your front facing the main camera. The side camera picking up the way Gojo came up in front of you, Geto holding your legs up for his best friend to line up with your tightness.

You mewled loudly when Gojo thrusted into you. Your chest rising and falling rapidly at the fullness. You could feel both their cocks pushing against each other as they went deeper. Feeling them all the way in your stomach as you allowed yourself to get used to it.

You gave a nod signaling you were ready, your head resting on Geto’s shoulder while your nails dug into his biceps. Moaning loudly when they wasted no time in simultaneously fucking into you.

Matching each other’s rhythm until you were crying out shakily, small tears staining your cheek as you clenched down in both ends. The two men grunting as they relentlessly drilled both your holes. Geto pulling out when Gojo thrusted in and Gojo pulling out when Geto thrusted in.

The two worked to find a pace that drove you over the edge, your mouth hung open in non stop cries as a coil built in your stomach. “Nngh— ‘m close.. feels so good.” You moaned, your vision blurring as your toes curled.

Gojo’s thumb swiped across your bottom lip, “Yeah? Is our little baby gonna cum for us again?” He cooed, pushing his thumb past your lips for you to swirl your tongue around. A hum sounding in his throat before his palm connected with your cheek. A small yelp leaving you before your mouth was stuffed by his fingers again.

“Look at you taking both of us so well. Little fucking slut.” Geto gritted before groaning deeply, “If ya keep squeezing me like that sweetheart, i’m gonna cum.”

You barely processed his words, your own high washing over you as you came. Your body shaking as you slobbered all over Gojo’s hand. Moaning out loudly while creaming his cock.

“Shit— there we go.” Geto breathed. Both he and Gojo husking out a curse as they both stilled. Pumping you full of cum from both ends. You swore you could feel your stomach swell when they finished.

You whimpered when Gojo slipped out of you first, his cum seeping out your pussy in spurts before Geto followed suit. Pulling out of your ass and allowing his cum to run out of the small gape.

Lifting you up and bending your folded body back. Revealing your leaking cunt and ass to the camera while you batted your lashes.

When you were done, both men fixed their hair from the mask. Gojo smirking widely as he panted, “Fuck baby, should’ve let us fuck you like this way sooner.”

Geto nodding in agreement, “Yeah, if i knew you could take cock so well i’d be dicking you down more often.”

Your cheeks heated, the two chuckling as you led them into your master bathroom for a group shower.. and more.

[petalsrdead]

𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

Law finds himself craving your touch, slowly becoming desperate for you. His issue though? He’s a virgin.

Warnings: smut, fem reader, loss of virginity. Also keep in mind I’m even more of a virgin than Law so I hope I wrote this a little realistically.

Originally posted on March 22nd, 2023

repost from my main @jadedrrose as a part of my most popular fics event.

Late in the evening, with only a dim light to illuminate his work space, Law sat at his desk, desperately trying to focus on his work; a task that was proving to be more difficult by the minute.

He’d been doing some research since dinner time, and at first the hours flew by with nothing to distract him. But then you stopped by, gently opening the metal door to his office and peeking your head in, smiling at him lovingly. “Law? You gonna be done soon?”

Law shrugged, trying not to directly make eye contact with you. Tonight (really, for the last few days) he’d been feeling rather nervous around you, and every time he looked at you and heard your soft voice he’d feel a blush rise to his cheeks. “Hopefully,” he muttered as a final response.

A pout spread across your face, “okay… I’ll be waiting in bed, then.” 

When you finally left and he heard the door lock back in place, Law let out a heavy breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding in. 

Deep down, Law knew what he was feeling. It was hard for him to admit it, even to himself. That, let alone his relationship with you, was all new to him. You’d been the first person to smile at him with pure love in your eyes, the first person he’d truly opened up to. With the many months that had gone by since he finally gave in and asked you out, he’d grown used to this whole “love” thing. 

But this new feeling was something he wasn’t used to, and he wasn’t sure if he could be used to it… 

It started a couple nights ago when it had been extremely hot during the evening. Law had taken his hoodie off, opting to walk around shirtless due to the excess heat. It was a natural solution when fans did nothing. But he didn’t expect what you’d done to cool off. 

When he returned to his room to try and sleep, he found you, awake on the bed. Not that this was unusual; but he was shocked to find you stripped down to a lace bra and panty set, laying with all the blankets kicked off the bed. It was clearly due to the heat, of course; but Law felt a bit differently upon seeing you.

You’d perked your head up when he stepped inside, and called his name for what felt like hours as he stood there completely stunned. It was only when you’d approached him that he snapped out of the daze, only to be placed in another one.

You had put your soft hands on him, holding his head between them. With the close proximity from that, you were chest to chest with him. Law recalled feeling like he was about to explode when you’d leaned up to kiss him, pushing your nearly bare breasts into his exposed, tattooed chest. 

Ever since then, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind. The image of your plushy breasts squished against him, the way the lace of your bra was nearly see-through, giving him a nearly clear image of them fully exposed. 

To make matters worse, Law noticed the aching between his legs, the way his jeans suddenly felt a bit too constricting. He’d never felt such desire, forgetting entirely about his work as he wondered what you’d feel like around him, what noises you’d make; his mind kept jumping to many different scenarios of what it would be like to do it with you, embarrassing himself as he couldn’t control the thoughts. But, he really had no clue of what to expect, so it was actually a bit hard for him to imagine it. 

The thought finally filled his mind; you made him feel good. So he needed to make you feel good in return. Only… he needed to learn how.

Cursing at himself for being a fool, Law stalked down to the library to find autonomy books. He felt horrified at himself, like he was acting perverted as he tried to wrap his mind around how female bodies worked when it came to sex. Just the drawing of a diagram was making him even more nervous.

‘I can’t hurt her, so it’s not wrong for me to be looking at this…’

Law had a hard time convincing himself of that, though. After another moment, the ache of his hardened cock became too much for him to handle, so he clenched his eyes shut and slammed the book closed.

“Shit,” he cursed, shoving it back into the deepest corner of the bookcase, hidden away from his sight. ‘You’re such a fucking creep… she’s gonna laugh at you for doing this…’

—

You’d been laying in bed, just as you’d told Law earlier. You had some random book you’d found in the library, reading it and trying to keep yourself awake until Law came to bed; which had actually been kind of hard as the book’s plot simply sucked to you, boring you to the point of wanting to sleep instead. 

It hadn’t been that long since you’d checked in on him. Knowing Law, you probably had another good hour or so before he’d join you. Perhaps you should just give up and go to sleep…

But to your surprise, the metal door to the room swung open and your boyfriend stumbled into his room, face red and almost sweaty as he tore his hat off, revealing a mop of messy black hair. 

“Law? Are you okay?” You asked, surprise evident in your tone.

He wasn’t facing you, but from the way his back seemed so tense, you knew something was bothering him; if the way he rushed into the room wasn’t a dead giveaway.

With a few huffs, Law finally breathed in deeply and exhaled, opening his mouth to speak. 

But… how was he supposed to explain himself? 

“Law,” you called again, “what’s up, baby? It’s rather early for you to be-“

“Y/n-ya… I need… your help,” he sighed.

“Help?” You raised an eyebrow,  confused. “With what?”

“Um,” he stuttered, trying to find the right words. But no matter what he thought of, everything sounded too awkward and made him inwardly cringe at himself. 

But to his horror, he saw you get out of bed from the corner of his eye as you started walking over to him. If you even saw his front side… it would all be over. You’d know.

Feeling your hand on his shoulder, he tensed up further, biting onto his lower lip.

“Law, just tell me what it is,” you pleaded, “I won’t judge.”

He so badly wanted to tell you, but he just didn’t know how. Law knew it was a natural thing to feel, and yet he was so embarrassed about it. But then your other hand grabbed his other arm, and began tugging on him so that he’d face you. After that, he figured you’d just be able to figure it out on your own.

When he was fully turned toward you, you looked him over, concern written in your eyes. “Law, baby, it’s oka-“ your eyes widened for a second, and you desperately tried to hide the shock on your face. But your cheeks grew warm, and you felt terrible because you knew how embarrassed he already was…

“I- I didn’t know how to-“ he stammered, face burning with shame as he tried to look everywhere but at you.

“Um…” you squeaked out, trying to regain your composure. “Do you… need help with that?” 

Law could only nod, fearing he’d make everything worse if he tried speaking again.

You let out a breath and took his hand, leading him to the bed the two of you had been sharing for a few months now. Whereas that never bothered him or seemed suspicious to him before, Law felt like it was completely different now.

You sat him down at the edge, fingers playing with the fabric of his hoodie. “Do you want me to take it off?” You offered.

Law awkwardly nodded, his tattooed hands gripping at the sheets beneath him. And you hadn’t even done anything yet. The simple thought of you undressing him had him burning up on the inside.

Pulling his hoodie over his head and off his arms was probably going to be the easiest part. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times before, so that wasn’t a shock to either of you. But it felt much more intimate now.

“Then I guess… um,” you began to pull off the t-shirt you’d worn to bed, only to be stopped by Law, his hand lunging to grab your wrist before he stared with wide eyes, realizing he looked like an idiot. But he had to explain himself now.

“I… want to… do it,” he shyly said, his head hanging low, not wanting you to see how incredibly red his face was. But you knew by the way the tips of his ears flushed.

“Okay,” you said, letting go of your shirt and letting Law take over. 

With shaking hands, he tugged on the fabric and slowly slipped it over your shoulders and off of you, awkwardly tossing the shirt to the side once it was off. 

Underneath was the same lace bra from a few nights ago. Law felt his breath shuddering as he looked over your form, completely frozen now. You were so beautiful that you could have anyone you wanted to, and yet here you were with the biggest virgin in the entire ocean.

“So then… I guess my shorts are next,” you bit your lip, nervously anticipating feeling Law’s hands on you again.

Feeling like he was going to die from a mix of nervousness and embarrassment, Law pulled at the strings and untied the knot that kept the shorts pulled up on you. They hung loose for a second before he started sliding them down your legs, and Law’s face was somehow burning even more than it had been before.

He knew what was next; his jeans. But despite already getting so far, Law was terrified for you to see him so vulnerable. How would you react? He knew you weren’t the most experienced person either, but you at least knew some things… 

“You’re gonna have to stand up… I can’t get them off with you sitting,” you told him.

“…right,” Law stood up from the bed, arms hanging at his sides, waiting for you to undress him. His heart beat louder and faster than it ever had before as you reached for his pants.

You carefully unbuttoned his jeans, sliding the zipper all the way down before removing the clothing from him, leaving Law in only his undergarments now. 

But that didn’t really do him much justice, as you could now fully see how hard he was through the thin fabric. He felt so pathetic, all because of your gaze and touch.

Looking him over, you tossed Law’s jeans to the side before climbing onto the bed. “I-I can go first, if you want,” you offered with a nervous stutter to your tone.

“Yeah, if you’re comfortable,” Law mumbled, looking away from you. 

He still felt like a creep now, even with you consenting. But you were simply gorgeous, and Law found himself fighting to control his thoughts, feeling like he was going feral over what you’d do to him tonight.

Nodding, you pushed the pillows up so you could sit up against them, leaning your back into them and folding your legs up so your knees met, keeping your feet on the bed.

“Law, um… I have to tell you something,” you suddenly spoke, looking away from him. 

Law stared worriedly, afraid you’d say something about how weird he was. That a virgin like him didn’t deserve to please you.

“I… I’ve never done this before. S-so, please be, um… gentle,” you whispered. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, Law felt better knowing you wouldn’t be judging him for being so shy and awkward. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, leaning over you to kiss your flushed cheek, “tell me to stop if you don’t wanna keep going at any point, okay?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, slowly moving your legs apart to reveal your still covered pussy to him.

Law found himself unsure of what to do next, though. All he could do was stare at it, wondering if he was supposed to take your panties off or if you’d do it for him.

“You can… take them off,” you instructed, crossing your arms in an almost defensive way, just barely covering your mouth with your right hand.

After taking a moment to work up the courage he needed, Law hooked his tattooed fingers underneath the lace on each side of your hips, pulling the fabric away from you, inching them down your legs as you lightly gasped from the cool air suddenly on your lower regions.

You raised your feet to let Law pull your panties off, but ended up crossing your legs again as he fully removed the clothing. Law looked down at you, thinking how the way you blushed was rather cute.

“Y/n, we can’t both be shy… we’ll get nothing done,” he muttered, placing tattooed hands on your soft thighs. Law wasn’t even sure where he found the small strike of confidence, as he gently pushed your legs apart.

Feeling scared, you watched his every move and paid close attention to Law’s face as he examined you. You had to keep reminding yourself that he was a doctor, so he’d probably be less likely to hurt you… right? He’d understand your body better than any other man.

“You’re so… pretty,” Law bashfully admitted, moving his right hand away from your thigh to run a finger along your folds.

You squirmed at the contact, feeling like an embarrassed mess from the touch of his finger and the praise.

With his index and middle finger, Law pushed your folds apart and looked over your fully exposed cunt. “If it helps… I at least tried to study female autonomy, so,” Law just barely dipped his two fingers into you, swiping up your wetness. “I know it needs to be really wet before I… you know…”

You nodded, gasping every time his fingers moved. Until he suddenly rolled them over your bundle of nerves, and you unintentionally let out a soft moan. 

Law froze for the millionth time at the sound of your sudden vocalization, looking up to your face to make sure it was a noise of pleasure. 

“Do th-that again,” you whined, biting down hard into your lip. 

Law looked down to your cunt, rubbing his fingers against your clit again before looking back up to your face to see your reaction. 

“Oh,” you moaned, accidentally raising your hips into his touch. “Mmm, Law… please…”

He repeated the motion, and you let out another pretty noise, slapping your hand over your mouth to try and prevent any more noises from slipping out.

“I want to hear you,” Law told you, his voice becoming more demanding and dominant than he intended. He hadn’t meant to sound that way, but he figured he’d done something right when you tilted your head back in pleasure at his words.

You so badly wanted to submit to him, desperate for Law to make you feel good.

Pushing your hips into his fingers again, you obeyed Law and let a whine fall from your lips. “Law, ohh- just fuck me already…” you begged.

He removed his hand from your cunt, juices being pulled along with him before he pulled away too far and the strings of it were gone. The sight had been so lewd, Law found himself wanting to do it over and over again, just to see the way your wetness would spread across his fingers. But he decided to ignore that desire for tonight.

You sat up to balance yourself on shaky knees, crawling out of the way so Law could take your spot and lay back. 

Law closed his eyes as you reached over to pull the last of his clothing away, his hands grasping against the sheets to get a hold on himself. 

With gentle hands, you freed his hard, aching cock, hesitantly wrapping a hand around it as you threw his clothing away with the other. 

When your palm closed around him, Law suddenly felt himself losing control, bucking up into your fist. 

“Shit,” he hissed, “…feels good.”

Holding him in your hand, you looked him over, deciding he was rather… big. You had no experience or knowledge of what was normal, but you did know that you would have a hard time fitting him inside you. 

You gave Law a few more pumps, feeling more embarrassed as you felt your cunt throb, extremely turned on by the sight of Law completely exposed and the way he acted so desperate for you. Even with your fear of him being too big, you desperately wanted him inside you.

Your hand squeezed along his shaft as you jerked him, watching in awe as your normally stoic and intimidating captain completely submitted to you, becoming a mess in your hands. Law cursed and let out a few short whines as you kept going, and before you could even stop yourself, he suddenly thrusted up into your hand, hot sticky cum spurting out from him and onto your closed hand.

Law panted as you let go of him, staring down at your hand, wondering what you were even supposed to do with it now… 

You looked between Law and your cum-covered hand, watching him try to recompose himself. 

While a part of you hated the idea, the urge got the better of you as you smirked down at him, slowly raising your hand to your lips. 

Law watched with wide eyes, but never made any moves to stop you. Opening your lips, you let your tongue hang out for a second before licking a stripe up the back of your hand, collecting his seed along your tongue and keeping your mouth open for a little too long so he’d get a good look. With a bit of hesitation, you swallowed it. You supposed the taste wasn’t as awful as any of your friends had described.

You didn’t miss the way Law’s cock seemed to twitch as he watched you lick up all the cum from your hand, until nothing but your own saliva was left. 

“Fuck, y/n-ya,” he groaned, “do that again and I’m gonna cum untouched.”

You giggled, before looking back down at his still hardened member. And the question came back to you; how were you going to fit him?

Before you could try and come up with anything, Law got onto his knees and flipped you over to swap positions with him. Laying on your back now, you let your legs hang open for him. 

Gently, Law dipped a finger into you, followed by another to scissor within you. You watched as the E and A slipped into your sopping wet cunt, moaning as he fingered you and just barely stretched you for him. A small glimpse at what was to come next.

“It’s probably going to hurt at first,” Law warned you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “But we’ll go at your pace.”

You nodded, feeling his fingers slip out of you. 

All you could do was watch as he took his cock into his hand, his body slowly hovering over yours as he got himself close enough to be able to get inside you. You gasped when he rubbed his tip along your folds, gathering your slick up and covering his cock with it. 

“You ready?” Law asked, leaning on his elbow which sat beside you, trapping you underneath him. 

You put one hand into his mess of raven locks, the other grabbing along his arm before finding a good spot to grip onto. And then you nodded, preparing yourself for the worst.

“Take a deep breath in for me, baby,” he instructed, ever so slightly pushing the tip of his cock into you. 

You did as Law told you, inhaling deeply and holding your breath, waiting for him to push into you. 

He began pushing into you, his hand trembling as he held himself, terrified at the thought of going in too fast and hurting you. 

With only an inch in, you began squirming and digging your nails into the skin on his arm. 

Going at a slow pace and being as gentle as he possibly could, Law began to put the rest of himself into your cunt.

He wasn’t even fully inside when he unclenched his eyes to look at your face, realizing that you were crying. Panicking, Law let go of himself to cradle your face in his right hand, wiping away tears with his thumb. 

“I’m sorry, y/n-ya, I tried so hard not to hurt you,” he choked up, feeling terrible about it. “We can stop if you want.”

Hearing the panic in his voice, you finally exhaled and shook your head, “n-no, it’s okay… ‘s not your fault, Law.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, searching your face for guidance on what to do next.

“Mhm, it just… stings,” you muttered through clenched teeth. “Keep going...”

Law took a deep breath himself, placing his hand back around the bottom half of his cock as he slowly began pushing in again. 

After a moment of you whimpering and more squirming, you finally calmed yourself down as Law bottomed out, fully sheathed inside of you now.

His now free hand found a spot on your hip, gripping at your soft skin as he panted, getting used to the feeling of you; the ridges along the walls of your cunt rubbing against the skin of his cock, the way your cunt spasmed around him, you involuntarily clenching down on him, squeezing the life out of his cock.

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, burying his face into your neck, goatee brushing along your skin. “You’re so… tight.”

Your hands left their previous positions to fully wrap your arms around him, desperately holding onto his tattooed back. 

“It’s too big,” you sobbed, gasping for air. “It h-hurts, Law.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your neck, “just… try to relax, I won’t move until you want me to.”

Pushing through the pain of the extreme stretch, you tried relaxing all the muscles in the lower half of your body, getting used to the feeling of what felt like Law’s cock splitting you in two.

You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed since he filled you, but it felt like hours to you, like seconds were moving much too slow for your liking. Realistically, it had probably been close to five minutes of Law laying on top of you, the both of you panting as you slowly stopped crying, your skin soaking up the tears staining your face. 

And after another moment, you decided you were ready. “Law… you can move n-now.”

“Are you certain, y/n-ya?” 

He sounded scared. And almost guilty, like he’d somehow fucked up. But really, he’d been absolutely perfect to you, being gentle and taking care of you. Now you felt bad, not wanting him to feel like he’d done something awful.

“Y-yeah. And Law… you’re perfect, baby. I trust you.”

With the last word slipping past your lips, you moved your head to connect them with his own, locking your lips together and not pulling apart as Law pulled his hips back, and slowly pushed in again. 

It was a few more minutes of this before you had fully become used to the stretch and movement within you. 

“You can go faster, Law,” you whispered, head lulling beside his own as you quietly moaned right into his ear. 

Law raised his hips just a bit, pulling you up with him as he found a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, movements still careful.

With more and more time, you started to like the feeling of his cock stretching your walls, the feeling of him being fully inserted inside. The slight amount of pain along with the growing pleasure felt better than anything you’d ever tried with your own fingers. You needed more.

“Faster, please,” you whined, starting to raise your hips in time with Law’s, meeting each of his thrusts into you. “Fuck, harder, Law!”

Law’s breathing grew louder as he moved faster, somewhat carefully slamming his cock into you with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. Y/n-ya…”

The way he moaned your name only made how turned on you were increase, your cunt clenching with pleasure as you listened to him, along with feeling the way he fucked into you so perfectly.

Your moans grew louder, to a point Law made a comment about not wanting the rest of the crew to hear. You tried quieting down, but it felt impossible with how good he was fucking you. All you could do was bite into his shoulder, but even then you were still groaning through it.

Law felt himself starting to lose control, his hips moving at an ungodly speed without a care about how hard he was fucking into you, 

his entire body shaking as he worked himself up to the point of orgasming again. He pulled his upper body away from you to look down at you, fully taking in the lewd sight for the first time. The way his aching cock disappeared into your hole, juices spilling out from you and onto the sheets underneath you, mixing in with the hint of blood from when he’d first slid into you.

Something about how he was the one to do this to you; take away any purity left in you. And you’d done the same to him. 

He needed more though, something to throw him over the edge. Glancing over your body, he decided he needed to see your breasts bare, and so he reached down around you and unhooked it, pulling it off your sweaty body.

Holding onto your hips, Law continued abusing your cunt, slamming in and out of you, mesmerized by the way your breasts would bounce with every movement he made. 

And that was all he needed, as he suddenly cursed loudly and came hard, his hot seed spilling out from his cock and into your sore cunt.

The feeling of being filled up with such warmth was what sent you over, your pussy spasming even more as you moaned loudly, cumming around his cock, your cunt tightening as if to milk everything he had out of him.

The both of you slowed down, Law pulling out of you to watch his cum rise up to your hole, spilling out of you and onto your thighs and the ruined bedsheets. 

And then he collapsed on top of you, completely exhausted. With tangled, sweaty bodies, you both panted and caught your breath before you wrapped your arms around him again, kissing him deeply and passionately.

You didn’t want the moment to end, but eventually Law got up and retreated to the bathroom, getting a warmly wet cloth to clean you up. 

He wiped any remaining fluids off of your pussy, being extra careful not to accidentally overstimulate you. Law then lifted you up, carrying your limp body over to the chair at his smaller desk meant for those really late nights where you still wanted him nearby while you slept. 

With heavy eyes, you watched as Law stripped off the bed sheets and cleaned everything up, preparing it so that you could sleep comfortably. 

By the time he was finished, you’d succumbed to your tiredness, falling asleep in the chair. Law picked your still nude body up, bringing you over to the clean bed, gently placing you down onto the plush, soft pillows before laying next to you, kissing and wrapping his arms around you as you slept peacefully.

And though you couldn’t hear him, he decided to say it anyway; 

“Thank you, y/n… I love you, my pretty girl.”

[petalsrdead]

“Breathe...”

- ☆ - Aokiji x Reader - ☆ - WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+ - ☆ - 4.5 k - ☆ - tags: ♧ fem!reader ♧ post-time skip ♧ phone sex ♧ dirty talk ♧ praise kink ♧ size kink ♧ use of toys ♧ lowkey soft dom!aokiji ♧ mutual masturbation ♧ established relationship ♧ - ☆ - a/n: ♧ wrote this literally months ago, very self-indulgent and messy. but thought to share cause its been forever eva since I posted :3 ♧ never had a beta, we die like Ace fools ♧

 

  puru, puru, puru...puru, puru, puru...puru, puru- katchak

 “Yea?”

 “Hiya”.

 Kuzan hums upon the sound of your voice, “oh, it’s you”.

 your huff exhales from the den den mushi in his palm, your pretty lashes mimicked by the telepathic phone, morphing its expression into a familiar frown. “don’t sound so disappointed, that’s rude”.

 “Did I?” He sits on an ice block that may or may not have a face, casually making himself comfortable, “sorry, pretty girl. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

  “I just…wanted to say hi”.

 “Hi”, he drawls, shooting suspicion in the innocence you elicit, “is there any particular reason why?”

 “I…wanted to hear your voice”, you say in a low whisper, a sound that sparks familiarity he can’t quite place. “what’s wrong with that?”

 “mmm… it’s nice that you miss me”. his eyes narrow, “jus’ kinda suspicious though”.

 “why?”

  “cause you usually insult me first”.

 “no, I don’t!”

 “Hey ice-pop, what’s up stupid, loser, dumbass, lazy-ass, broke-ass. I think you have a thing for my ass”, the bored tone drawls on. Even when you try to defend yourself, he speaks over you tonelessly. “You sang Hey there, Mr Snowman for like a week after I got back from a month-long trip, can’t even hate cause it was pretty catchy. Beanpole was your favourite for a while. Ahh, well to be fair, you haven’t called me that since I gained some muscle, but then came the one-legged jokes”. 

  “I—”

 “you called me Mr Footloose for weeks, laughed yourself into stitches with that one. The well never ran dry with the stanky leg”. Aokiji sighs heavily as if your insults struck a fragile nerve while you fail to stifle your laughter, “You’re verbally abusive, y’know. Don’t ask me why I put up with it”, he rubs the back of his neck tiredly, “probably helps you got such big tits, it’s pretty distracting. Helps to soften the blow. Like sexy cushions for my feelings”, his fingers twitch, imagining them soft and squishy in his big palms, brown nipples hard from his chilling touch. He almost falls into the fantasy before your snort snaps him out of it. 

  “and your point is?”

 “Yeah, well anyway, when you call soundin’ all sugary sweet, it doesn’t sit right”, he murmurs, “Can’t help but feel like you’re plotting something, should I be worried?”.

 “ughh, you’re so paranoid. What if I have something nice to say?”

  “do you?”

  You squirm, a flush creeping up your neck that the phone somehow mimics, “…are you busy?”

 He lazily scans the room, ice sparkling where the sunset streaks in through the bar’s windows. The whole building is now crystalised and gleaming. The sound of tinkling frozen glass dropped and abandoned by voiceless statues accompanies the crackling of ice creeping up his neck. Aokiji smirks, knowing he had time before anyone caught up on what happened today.

 “For my favourite tormentor? Course not”.

 The snail rolls its eyes, but your smile cannot be hidden even by distance. There’s shuffling— wherever you are— he assumes home before you sigh breathily, “I’m practicing”.

  It takes him a moment. A long, moan-length moment before it registers what you mean, and ice cracks within the tension of his jaw the second it clicks. And when it does, you release a pretty mewl of his name, raking a shudder down his spine imagining the actions that trigger them.

 “practicing real hard, yea?” Aokiji rasps, listening intently to the little gasps and sighs echoing through the phone, the atmosphere dropping significantly, “jus’ like we talked about?”

 “mm-mmh”, your lashes flutter closed, “rubbing on my clit with the ice toy, f-feels good”.

 “too cold?”

“nahh, jus’ right”.

 “how?”

“kinda- kinda like your tongue”, your breath catches, “it’s a lil’ cold, but I like rubbin’ the flat part on my slit an-and then moving the tip on-on- fuckk…s’goood”.

 “tell me”, he murmurs softly, “are you laying on your back? You naked? Help me see you, darlin’”.

 You swallow another whine, shifting as if you were putting the phone down beside you. “I’m laying on my back, wearing one of your old navy button-up shirts”.

 “the marine ones? Where did you find that?”

  “in your closet”, you giggle, “you were so handsome in them, still smells like you”.

 Kuzan hums, not hating the memory they held if it meant it brought you comfort to wear something of his. You always look better in them anyway. “alright, keep going. What colour panties are you wearin?”.

 “not wearing any”, you purr, grinning when he grunts in response. “not wearing a bra either”.

 “my favourite words”.

“my thighs are open, I-I feel wet and hot. the toy feels so cold on my pussy, but in a nice way, it doesn’t melt and it’s not freezing either. Jus’-jus nice”.

 His lips quirk up into a gentle smile, absently flexing his hand, remembering how carefully he constructed it for you. “I’m glad”.

 “th-the other one is kinda scary —...ohh godd”, you cry out, eyes rolling back as wet sounds filter through the phone, “its like ha-aving your tongue inside me right n-now”.

 “go slow, yea?” His throat goes dry, and his voice ends up sounding a little hoarser as the arousal churns with your pleasure. “you don’t have to use both today”.

 “but I want to”, you whine a little too loudly, a little too desperately. “I wan’a get better taking your cock”.

 “shit”, he groans, smiling despite the growing chubb jerking in his pants. “I know, ma. You’re such a good girl tryin’ so hard”, you smile from the praise, rewarding him with another throaty moan. His chest constricts from the sound, cock stirring as if he could see the way your pussy leaks with every in and out glide of the toy. One that came as a set made special for you to play with whenever he wasn’t around. To practise with — and to hear you do just that curled a smirk entirely too sinful to be witnessed.

  “it’s not’a big stretch, b-but it feels so-so good. Gonna- ahh, gonna try the big one n-next”.

 “Sounds good, ma. It’s okay to stop too, don’t think you ‘ave’to take it all in one go. Pace yourself, touch your pretty tits, go slow like I showed you”. He exhales a deep breath, the vision of you rolling your hips invading his mind before a chuckle escapes, “can’t believe you’re doing this when I can’t see your cute face”.

  you huff again, pouting, “you jus’ like watching me struggle”.

 “your pussy’so tight fo’me”, he grumbles, frost blowing with your every choked breath, his control slipping from the sound. “I tell ya’ to relax, your pussy squeezes on my tip an’ you start cryin’ these cute tears. Fuck, how can I not love it?”

  “and then you start smiling!”

 “it feels good”, he shrugs, leaning back with his knees shifting wider to accommodate the stiffness in his pants, “wont apologise for that, sweetheart”.

 Your smile peaks through, “your apologies ain’t shit anyway. Saying sorry while playing with my tits but trying to push in harder — sorry baby jus’ a little more, its only halfway, promise”, you mock in a low tone, though failing to mimic the attractive husk that colours his words when he looms over you.

 A deep, guttural sound that tears from his throat the moment he sinks into your cunt and the slightest bit of resistance pulses on his thick cock. Murmuring sorry again and again, with his hips pressing deeper with every strained syllable.

 “You’re just a liar”, you hiss through another mewl.

 “If you’re going to mock me, at least make it sound a little more dignified”, he grumbles, palming his fat bulge lazily.

 “ohhhh so sorry I can’t match the cadence of your voice when you can’t fit inside me all the way”.

 “You’re forgiven, sweetheart”, he says in his usual deadpan, concealing the chilling swirl of lust that billows around him. He can hear it now, the soft squelch of your wet pussy, labia slick and clit aching from the stimulation of the iced muscle he created for you to mimic the touch of his tongue. Wet glides up and down in broad strokes before fucking you hard, your cunt hot and wet all over his mouth. Fuck.

 You were whining, fidgeting — knowing that your tits bounce with every needy grind of your hips made his chubb grow that much harder.

  damn, you sound so pretty.

 “C’mon”, he grunts hastily, frustration seeping when he can’t stimulate the warmth of your cunt on his erection, “dont forget why you called, lemme hear your pussy”. Kuzan smirks, “bet she misses me”.

 “ughh, you’re so annoying”.

 Your giggle makes him sigh, a pleasured one that spills white drops of pre in his pants without even fisting his cock. He was achingly hard, and the room was growing colder, ice crystalising up his neck as he descended into a lust-blown frost, “you’re killin’ me, sweetheart. Put your pussy on the phone, wanna hear how wet she is fo’me”.

  you hum teasingly, “what’re you gonna say to her?”.

 “how much I miss her on me”, he rasps, longing rough in his throat, “how I wanna suck on her cute clit an’ feel it twitch on my tongue. Rub on her pretty lips. Feel her dripping down my chin. Lick her clean. Fuck, I’m so hard right now”, he couldn’t hide the hunger in his tone, “Put her on the phone, let me hear while I fuck my fist. It won’t even be the same, but at least I’d get to hear your voice when I cum”.

 you’re panting, Kuzan hears your resolve chipping away upon the command in his tone, only managing a bland you’re stupid in response as the distance between you creates a different sort of ache.

“and hard”, he sighs, hearing the words unsaid, “so, so hard, baby. That’s why I need to hear you, want to feel like I’m there between your legs”.

 Silence settles on both ends. His abdomen tightens, staving off the arousal licking his skin, waiting on your next move— knowing you were biting your lower lip to hide another whine that slips out anyway. You were so stubborn when you could get away with it. A pretty brat who loved to test his patience. And damn did he love that.

 He loved to break it, to watch you come undone and curl in pleasure with tears blotching your lashes from his hand. His tongue, his dick. But you had a power over him too. A deep seeded pleasure that made him groan, made him shudder and laugh and fall into your chest with a content sigh because it’s the only warmth he ever felt. You were his. Are. Is.

 Always.

 His hand inches to his belt, undoing it swiftly just to free the pressure that strains in his pants, “c’mon, mama, tell me how good it is”. His husk washes over you the way he intended, hearing your whimper reach a new octave. “I’m all yours”.

  “Kuzan… ” his name flows in that familiar gasp through the phone, making him tense as if he could feel your cunt squeeze on his flesh.

 “breathe, sweetheart. Jus’ start with the tip, push it in and out slowly”.

“-big! co-cold, goddd, it’s stretchin’ mee”.

 “I know”, he coos, thumbing the pre that trickles out of his slit and coating it in his large palm, “you can take a lil’ more. such a big girl, doing this for’me, I love it so much, darlin’”.

 “…ohh myy, you’re so’thick, it’s not fairr”, you whine, thighs trembling as you attempt to push in a few more inches of his ice sculpted cock, “if you w-were jus’ long…th-en, fuck-fuck”, you voice trails off, as though you muffled it into the pillow. Your shudders echo through the device, exposing the vulnerability that seeps through when it becomes a little too much. Your lashes wet and touching your cheeks from how hard you squeeze your eyes shut.

 “breathe for me”, when you exhale, so does he. “there you go, just breathe. You got a pillow beneath you, right? …good girl. Start rubbing your clit for me with the other toy, im right there. Feel me? ahh you’re nice an’ wet, yea? Slow circles, that’s it. Breathe…”. Kuzan listens to you intently, every choked sigh and low mewl a clear indication on how you felt. He could read you openly, like he was right between your legs watching your cunt trickle slick all over his shaft, fluttering warmth and tightening—

 “kuzan! Ku-kuzan! Kuzaaan…”

 He groans low, answering you in the same breath as he begins fucking his fist. “I love the way you say my name”.

 “it’s deeper…deep-you’re, ahh, shit! Its only halfway”, you make him chuckle, cute face scrunched up while you whimper and buck into the toy, “I dunno if I can take any more”.

 “you’re doin’ so well”, he reassures, stroking his cock in gentle glides, hissing when the skin drags along his rough palm, his pre-cum not nearly enough lubricant— not unlike your sweet cunt. or mouth.

 Another whimper spills. “I like it better when you touch me, baby”, you sigh, though he could hear the dramatics as you flutter your wet lashes sweetly, “it hurts too much by myself”.

 Kuzan chuckles, the misty eye’d doe look your signature plea, one he’d seen too many times before you got your way. If he were there, your pout would have been kissed, your hair stroked— he would have been coddling you with his fat cock sheathed a little over halfway in your cunt. wet and warm and pulsating the six inches you could take. But you could do more. And you have— you’ve begged— you just like to be coerced and pampered with a little more affection first. To be kissed, caressed and praised.

 You were greedy like that— to have a big man fawn over you, to have him kiss your temple, whisper a low plea to fuck you. to make you feel good. To take care of your body and have his way with you.

 Something he’d never get tired of doing, but things were different this time, he wasn’t there.

 “Don’t start that. I know y’love it, darlin’”, he chuckles. “you complain so much, but y’love how big it is, how much it hurts when I push it in, when I rub it between your pussy lips and slide back in your cunt. tell you to shush when you shove at my chest an’ say anything but your safe-word. Whimpering no in that half-breath lie you always do— but you never mean it, cause it hurts so good”.

 Heat blooms where ice hardens, wrists almost in sync with their strokes in and out— up and down. His rasp following your flushed mewls as he speaks.

 “—I know y’like the pain, baby. You clench my wrist to keep me from pulling out, your eyes roll back. Fuck, I jus’ love the way your tits bounce when you breathe deeply. An’ when I rub circles on your clit with my thumb, your pussy practically drools all over my dick, suckin’ me in even deeper. An’ I jus’ know she wants more. but I ‘ave’to keep my hands on your waist or thighs to keep you from wriggling away from me. cryin’ ‘bout how full you feel, how big it is, how deep it goes. An’ what kills me is when I angle it right, press it in at that soft spot inside, an’ you squirt all over me. shit, that only makes me harder. To feel your pussy spasm on me like that? God I almost nut from that alone. Makes me fuck you deeper, put my hand around your throat to feel you squeeze on me tighter. You’re so hot, my pretty girl, I love the way your body moves against mine. How you cry, moan, call me daddy when I make you cum. You like all of it, you jus’ like to pretend. But it’s cool. I like your games, baby. You’re too cute not to play with”.

 Bliss seeps with his name through the phone, desperation rising from his words, his voice, his groans, wetness spilling over the toy as an orgasm builds. “I still need you”, you say through another moan, achingly hot and no way to satiate it, “it-it just feels better that way”.

 “ahha, you’re cute when you’re desperate. Means you’re close. Wish I could give you the extra attention this time, darlin’. Tell ya s’okay, an’ suck on your nipples, give you a kiss, but I can’t right now”, he sighs lowly, unable to hide the teasing smirk, “you’re gonna ‘ave’to be a big girl and do it yourself this time. Fuck yourself the way I would. Take my cock like a good girl should. It’s why you’re practicing, remember?”

 You fidget, murmuring something along the lines of its not true, but not rebuking any of his words. Not when you continue fucking yourself with the toy slowly, imagining the sultry words he whispered into your ear. your body wound and tense with tingles prickling every inch the ice touches. Its electric, addicting, and not at all like your man, but a decent substitute you grind on, chasing the wave of lust you can feel hum through your core.

  “so, you gonna be a big girl?” when you grumble and pout, he cant help but chuckle at you. “c’mon, you’re almost there. Jus’ close your eyes, im right there with you, remember? Your pussy is so warm, I feel her clenching on my cock, desperate for more. halfway jus’ isn’t enough for a sweet cunt like that. That’s why fingering yourself doesn’t do much, you need me fuckin’ you. It s’okay, I’ll fuck you nice an’ good”.

 “ahh, shit, babe. I love it when you talk like that”.

 Kuzan rests back against the ice block, giving himself a moment to imagine how you’d open your thighs wider, inviting him in deeper with a pleading whimper.

 “mo-ore”, you gasp, as if you had the same fantasy of him grinding on top of you. “I c-an take more, baby”.

 “I know you can, sweet girl”, he hums, “lift your hips just a lil’ when you push it back in, kay? Slow thrusts- don’t go too fast just yet…yea, darlin’, jus’ like that. Such a good girl, you feel me openin’ you up, huh?” he spits in his palm, smoothing the wet moisture for a softer glide as he rubs his dick to the memory of your cunt pulsing along his veins. The friction creating an even darker desire to touch you. To feel your breath against his lips when he bucks his hips into yours. When he grips your waist to keep you from squirming away from his harsh thrusts. Kuzan groans to the sound of your moans, too pent up but determined to talk you through it anyway.

  “s’goo-d, thick- in an’ out…ohh-fuck-ah, ahh.... Its pushi-ing in, Ku-zaan…it’so deep now, fuuck-uhh, it hurts, please, ple-easee—”

 “such a good lil’ girl”, he groans, enveloped in the fantasy as he strokes his thick shaft, “Do me a favour and play with your nipples fo’me, I miss them”. When you answer with a strangled moan, he takes it as a good sign. He smirks a little too smugly to hear the wet squelches of your pussy, every glide dribbling sticky slick for the toy to slide in smoother. Deeper… maybe just a little harder if he was the one fucking you.

 “your ha-ands are bigger”.

 “I know, you gotta pinch them a lil’ harder. Keep your thighs open, don’ run from it. It’s going deeper now, right? Yea, I can tell, mmm- you’re stuttering my name ahah, That’s my girl, you feel me in your belly, yea? I’d push down on your belly; make you feel me deep. Fuckin’ you deep, nnghh, Fu-ck.. that’s hot. Keep sayin’ my name, it makes me so hard”.

 “yo-you stroking your dick?”

“yea…not the same though. Your pussy’so much better”.

 “swear?”

“of course”, he grunts, bucking his hips into his closed fist, abdomen tensing, ice creeping when his body shudders past control, “not as tight as you, or wet or warm. Shit, it’s nothin’ like you, baby. Nothin’ like your mouth, your pussy or even your hands. But at least you’re thinkin’ of me too”.

 “it’s why I called”.

 “yea? Shit..nggh- you were touchin’ yourself thinkin’ of me?”

“I-I told you— I wanted to hear your voice”.

 He chuckles lowly, chest thundering for a different reason when he hears the softness in your words, “yea? How’s it sound, darlin’?”

 “I like hearing you talk. I li-like that noise you make, ahh, when-when you rub your thumb over the slit over-an’-over. You kinda hiss—”

 “I hiss?”

 your giggle sounds shaky as the dildo drags along your silky walls, “yea, like a kchss noise, like it feels so good you’re tryin’to hold out a lil’ longer. Fuck, I love that noise. Or when your breath stops, like a, uhh. Like-like a hitch. When im suckin’ on your balls or you fe-feel close to cummin’. It’s so hot. You make so many sexy sounds, like-like heavy groans into-into my neck. Or, uhh-shit, baby, you call me pretty, ice misting my…my, er- uhhh, my tits when you breathe hard. Ohh, I lo-ove it, love you touchin’ me”.

 “yea?” his breath comes out a little hoarser as he palms his shaft faster, adding the slightest bit of pressure with every stroke to the tip with thick dribbles of pre-cum adding rings along his cock, “what else do y’like?”

 “your lips, I like wh-when you kiss me. your ha-ands. Shoulders, chest-est, your scars, I lo-ove touchin’ your body. Like you melt for me, you fall into me when-when I touch you…fuckkk, Kuzan…umm, ahh, I-I like…I like how deep your voice ge-gets when you’re turned on…how easily you lift me, shove me down, carry me, ‘ure so so strong… uhh-uhhh, fuck, ahh, ‘ure balls, love’em. soo. muuchhh. cuummm…love-love cum, in me, love ‘ur cum in me— ohh, ahh, sir, sir you’re s’good. fuuuuckk…er, umm…I..”.

 “I’m close, baby”, he grunts, rolling his wrist harder to your moans. his thrusts sloppier, rougher, jerking his throbbing cock shamelessly as you whine and grind on a toy that could never satiate the growing heat in your core. Or keep him from craving the warmth you emit, desperate enough to chase a release that cannot imitate the pulse of your tight heat. “Keep talkin’, lemme- let me hear you”.

 “yea…yea, me too. Fuck, it’s’goo…uhh, shit…I love you-you’re dick. It’s so thick, ahh-uhh, the veins…fuck, baby, it’s rubbin’ up against me- inside me. pressin’ me, in me, the two veins I like stroking with my ton-tongue— I fe-el it deep. s’deep, s’bigg…I like how you, ohhh, how you force me to, to take it harder. Hu-urts in the best-best wayyy…I feel full, so so full with you, an’ when you hold me close-closer, tell me you missed me. missed my pussy- I miss you too, miss your fat dick, your kisses, touching— ohh shiiitt, Kuzaan…ple-ease, please- fuck me, fuck me—”

 “I am, darlin’”, rough and fast, his abdomen tightens, “y’close, go harder, rub- shit, rub your clit, goddd- you’re wet, so wet fo’me, I can hear it. I hear your pussy sticky an’ wet all’over your wrist, makin’ a huge mess of the sheets. Fuck-fuck, pretty girl ‘ur so addictin’. You gotta cum, don’ be afraid of’it. push ‘ur hips up, angle it jus’ right. y’know how— shit, I wanna spank your clit a lil’, you always tremble from that. Slap your cute face, grip your throat. God-fuuck, y’so small compared to me. sweet girl, dirty fuckin’ girl. My girl. Shit-shit—”

 “ohh, ahh- yes, yes—”

 Cum splatters.

 Saccharine sounds of pleasure quiver through the phone, dousing him in your ecstasy as you cry and buck into the toy, his name drowning beneath the waves of your orgasm that echo from you both. Your moans surging and twisting in a delicious mix of euphoria. The man on the other end releases a heavy sigh, sounding relieved but not entirely satisfied. Not unlike you, fading into the trembles from the squirts of release that washed over you. mewling and squirming in delight.

 “Fuuckk”, you giggle.

 Kuzan smirks, his heavy breaths not nearly as laboured as yours, listening to you babble and writhe from the intensity that sets your body on high. “such a good girl”, he groans lowly, praising you for your efforts, his release soaking his palm, “you did so well”. The phone connects you to his low husks of the other end, struggling to stay coherent as you moan from your orgasm, the toy slipping out with an audible pop, and he grunts through shallow pumps of his white coated fist. A lazy glide as he thinks about his next destination.

 You smile, rolling over to your belly and stretching your limbs out like a sated cat with a belly full of yummy cream. “that was nice”, you coo, “almost had you all the way this time”.

 “its cute when you try”, he murmurs, your smile infectious, “I’m glad you called”.

 “glad you picked up”, you whisper, fiddling with his shirt sleeve, “I…really wanted to hear you voice”.

 Kuzan wipes his hand with a cloth, the distance between you something that bothered him more than anything else now that he had a reminder of what waited for him. “Start practicing your riding, I’ll be home soon”.

 You scoff playfully, “my riding? I—”

 “Laying on top of me and rolling your hips while I fuck you from below does not count as riding, sweetheart”.

 “It does when I bounce my ass a little”.

 Kuzan rolls his eyes, adjusting himself back in his pants, “start practicing, an’ I’ll be home in a few short weeks. Maybe you’ll be better by then”.

“Ass”, you laugh, rolling away from the wet mess you made and snuggling into his pillow, your body aching and buzzing, “or maybe, by the time you peddle your slow-ass through the calm-belt, I’ll already be withered and old”.

 “I’d still expect a good performance”.

 His dry tone makes you snicker, affection blooming through. Kuzan smiles, making his way out of the back of the building, gripping on the phone as if it were his lifeline to you— not at all ready to break the connection. Your voice too comforting to let go.

 But he was on his way, he’d be home. He’d be with you. And maybe the ache you created would ebb in your presence.

 “so…you’re coming home?”

He smirks, “excited?”

 “Concerned! now I have to fix my little radiator before you create an ice-age in my bedroom”, he sneezed unexpectedly once, and you’ve never let him live it down.

 “I cleaned it up”.

“you ruined my plants!” you sigh dramatically, a teasing smile etched on your lips.

 “I have to go”, he says eventually, your laughter calling him home. “I’ll see you soon”.

 “Okay, bye-bye”, you bite your thumb, nervousness stilling the words you meant to say. But you didn’t need to.

 “I miss you too, darlin”.

Katchak.

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