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honeywiththemoneyloa222 · 2 days

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WHO AM I??

Hi baby

I’m going to talk a little bit about myself

I don’t wanna reveal too much

My face and everything else will remain anonymous for safety and privacy💕

Name:

My name is Honey(yes this is my birth name lol)

You can call me by my name or honeybee

Or even honeycomb

Do NOT call me beehive 😡

Unless it’s related to Beyoncè💕

Age: 23

Topics:

I discuss the void state, Law of assumption,Reality Shifting (I haven’t talked about this yet but will if you need more info)

And All kinds of Manifestation methods

How to talk to Honey!!!

Just dm me any questions I don’t take asks anymore so if you have any questions just feel free to dm me

Ethnicity/Nationality

My mom is Afro Peruvian, Indian,and Haitian

My dad is Jamaican

Sooo

I’m black hehe🤟🏾

I don’t do these I’m super private it’s soooo weird omg

What do I like??

Music food animals

Did I say music because

MUSIC!!!!!!

My favorite artists

I love all kinds of music

Even death metal occasionally

I like Harry Styles,Kid Cudi,Lady Gaga The Beatles,Ice Spice and many moreeeee

I also love movies

Literally almost any kind

But anyways

Let’s talk about something more interesting!!

Now that you know me(kind of)

I want you to know about this technique I discovered

It’s not new at all

In fact ppl on here have already talked about it I’m just late

As usual 😔

Anywayyyyyy

There’s a technique I want you all to try

It’s called the

“Wim hof breathing”

Method

No methods are needed But if you really want one

Then here you go pookie

(Found this on a website but it won’t let me copy the link😔)

WIM HOF BREATHING METHOD

Find a comfortable position.

Breathe in deeply through the nose or mouth and through the belly to the chest. Then let the breath go unforced.

Exhale through the mouth, then immediately breathe in again.

Take 30–40 such breaths in short bursts.

Take one final, deep inhalation then let the air out and stop inhaling. Hold the breath until you feel the urge to breathe again.

Inhale very deeply to full capacity and hold for 15 seconds, then let it go. This completes the first round.

Repeat the whole process, steps #2-6, 3-4 times.

After completion take time to meditate and enjoy the state of deep relaxation

After the very last step you should be a deep trance like state you should be really relaxed

I recommend that you let your next subliminal play

Which should be

Either a theta or epilson wave track or pink noise

Make sure your desired subliminal that plays after is Not a guided meditation you wanna still be in a trance

Start affirming in that point

And don’t stop

Just feel how relaxed you are feel that powerless body but powerful mind

Your body is at ease your soul and mind collide in such ways that allows you to breathe freely without any stress no harm

In the void state

Your main goal should be getting peace

Because if you’re entering just affirm

You’ll likely put it on a pedestal you’ll get frustrated and give up

It is not a wish granter bitch

It’s you

Baby you are powerful

Baby you are pretty

Baby you can tap in the void

And make the bring the 4D to your 3D and make it your home

Don’t use the void as a wish granter

Use it for peace

Don’t treat the 3D like the enemy

Treat it like a friend

After all it exists the way it does because of your assumptions

Whether you say this is hard or this is easy

Sugar, you’re right either way

Because if you assume something then that’s how it’ll be

If you think you’re pretty you’re pretty

But if you think you’re broke

Then you’re broke

If you think you’re rich

Then you’re rich baby

You could have wings

Superpowers

Be the biggest singer or rapper in the world

Star in the next Dune Movie

Be best friends with Ariana Grande

Be a Scientist

Be smarter than Albert Einstein(I mean was he actually super intelligent if he lacked common sense)

You could be get a bigger butt!!

I mean didn’t necessarily have a pancake ass

But I definitely didn’t have a Nicki Minaj

BUT I DO NOW!!!!

And bestie you can too!

Plastic surgery who???

Do we look like a Kardashian-Jenner?? I think the f not🙄

The void is our plastic surgeon

You wanna a smaller nose?

Got it

Tig ole biddies?

Got it

Nicki Minaj butt?

Got it

Floor length hair?

Got it?

Whatever you want to change about yourself

Got it!

And for the last time babies

You ALWAYS ENTER THE VOID EVERYTIME YOU SLEEP

Mentally just be

Physically sleep

In that moment baby

Forget the 3D and its fuck ass bob

Because the 3Ds not your enemy but its your puppet

You’re a ventriloquist CONTROL THAT MF

The 4D is you

The void is you

Quit saying what you can’t do babe

You CAN BECAUSE YOU ALREADY DID AND YOU STILL DO

“HoNEy I StiLL didNT gET inTO tHe vOiD”

YES YOU DID!!!!!!

You did it

You just didn’t know

Bro the void is just recognizing you’re asleep

And getting in contact with your mind

Which is where you already go when you go to sleep

So ha

Billie

There’s your answer

When we fall asleep

That’s where we go

The mf Void State

The only thing your cute ass has to do baby

Is just be aware

When Neville Goddard says just “BE”

Bitch just BE

That’s it

Be aware

Like that SpongeBob episode

“Be the crane”

Be the Void

It’s just you love

So why you stressing

Why complicate something YOU created?!

Baby girl make it make sense

Own your power bitch

I love you My darlings

Month is almost over

Bring me my success stories

Or I’ll be your sleep paralysis demon 😈

(Just kidding)

Or am I;)

NOW BITCH LOOK!!!!

YAYYYY

Imma keep pressuring you to listen to this(NOTE YOU DO NOT NEED SUBLIMINALS)

But I like this one🫠

Wrong emoji

I can’t find that cute one at the moment I’m rushing cuz I wanna eat my burger!

SLADE:

https://youtu.be/oKU8YIicYQg?feature=shared

THIS

because it’s soooo peaceful

Slade is the best

BYE BITCH GO GET THAT DREAM LIFE NOW!!!

I love you ⭐️💕

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reduxulousoctopus · 2 days

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X-Men '97, Post-Episode 7, ~2500 words Morpherine established relationship, missing scene (unless the show actually does explore what happened during that fight, in which case boy is there egg on my face).

I follow established show canon by referring to Morph as he/him in diegetic works (fanfic and fan art) and they/them in non-diegetic works (my episode analyses and reblogs), because that's the stupidest option and, like Morph, I am also an enby with a terrible sense of humor.

Now come watch me struggle to write two whole lines of dialogue for one of my favorite characters in the series, Beast, because Me Too Stupid to Write Smart Talk Good.

“You wanna explain what the hell happened back there?”

Although he considers pretending he didn’t hear the question, Morph reluctantly glances across the center aisle of the Blackbird to see Logan glaring back at him with an expression as hard as the adamantium underneath it. Although it’s a look he’s seen plenty of times before as an innocent bystander, Morph has only been the target of that glare on a handful of occasions. Usually when he’s severely fucked something up. Or when Logan is completely out-of-his-mind, cuckoo-bananas worried about him.

Morph suspects that this time, it’s a little Column A, a little Column B.

A wiser person might realize they were in a hole and stop digging; Morph smirks and asks, “What, the Summers Family Reunion? Well, you see, when a man and the clone of his wife love each other very much…” Morph chuckles. “By the way, this might be a bit creepy to say as one of his honorary uncles, but Baby Nathan grew up to be a serious hottie—emphasis on serious.”

No laugh. Okay, maybe that wasn’t his best material, but not even a lip twitch? Logan must be pissed.

Morph sighs and slouches in his seat. God, he doesn’t want to talk about this right now. Or maybe ever. He can feel his throat literally closing up to stop the words from coming out.

When enough time has passed that what little patience Logan had left in the tap completely runs dry, he goes right for the jugular: “I thought you were dead. Again.”

Morph winces.

“I saw that… ‘Trask Sentinel’ blow your goddamn head off. Then, next thing I know, you’re up and walkin’ around like nothing happened.”

“Not that you’re complaining, right?” Morph asks with a weak attempt at a laugh. “You know what they say about gift horses. Although, you’d think the lesson from the Trojan War would be that you should look gift horses in the mouth.”

From the seat behind him, Morph hears: “Although it’s a common misconception, that phrase actually has nothing to do with the Trojan Horse. The proverbial ‘gift horse’ is a literal, living horse, and to look it in the mouth—”

“With all those books you read,” Logan grumbles, “I thought at least one of them would've taught you it's rude to eavesdrop.”

“It would be difficult not to overhear, given the two of you are speaking quite loudly in a confined space while surrounded by people,” Beast points out. “Have you considered that this perhaps isn’t the best venue for a private conversation?”

“He is a super-genius. We’d better listen to him,” Morph tells Logan. “We’ll talk later, okay big guy?”

The stubborn set of that heavy jaw says Logan knows damn well ‘later’ means ‘never,’ and he isn’t gonna let Morph weasel out of this that easy. “If you ever want me to let you off this plane, you’ll talk now.”

“Let me?” Morph scoffs. He transforms into Quicksilver, puts on his best smug speedster grin, and says, “Just try and stop me, slowpoke.”

To his shock, Logan actually flinches. It’s a subtle thing, Morph might not have even noticed if he didn’t know Logan so well. The cause eludes him, however—until Morph remembers that he looked like Maximoff when the Thrask Sentinel… when everything went dark and quiet for a few seconds.

Funny. There was a time when Morph, blinded by youthful naivety and hero-worship, would have insisted Wolverine wasn’t afraid of anything.

Returning to his default form, Morph mutters out an apology. He tries to imagine what it would be like to see Logan die, only for him to get up a few seconds later and act like nothing happened. With that healing factor of his, they’ve gotten damned close to that exact scenario more than a few times.

How much worse would it feel, if Logan had kept his quick-healing abilities secret and Morph had to find out the hard way?

Morph takes a breath, looks out the window at the black clouds rushing by, and starts from the beginning.

“You know how most of us don’t know we’re mutants until we hit puberty, and our powers manifest? Well… I didn’t have to wait that long. Problem is, since I was just a baby, I had no idea how to control my powers—no more than a normal baby is born knowing how to walk or talk.

He holds out his hands with his palms cupped together to form a shallow, makeshift bowl.

“When I was born, I looked like a wriggling lump of white clay, about yay-big. No arms or legs, no face, no ears, no eyes. Just a mouth that would appear somewhere on my body whenever I was hungry or wanted to cry.”

Whatever Logan was expecting to hear, from the look on his face, it clearly wasn’t that.

“But even at that tender age, someone clearly recognized my star potential. I was only two days old when I made my media debut: Severely Deformed MUTANT Born In Pittsburgh Hospital.” Morph shrugs. “Not the most positive review, I’ll admit, but you know what they say: all publicity is good publicity. After all, that’s how the professor found me.”

Logan’s frown returns, more confused than angry. “You told me you didn’t meet Xavier until you were thirteen—after your mom passed.”

“That’s when I moved to the Institute. Turns out we actually met quite a lot earlier than I remembered, which is pretty embarrassing. Ideally, you don’t want to meet your future high school principal, college instructor, mentor, and world famous civil rights leader while wearing a diaper. Even worse, I was wearing a diaper, too—and I told him, mister, one of us is going to have to go home and change his outfit and it sure isn’t going to be me.”

That gets him a smile and a huff of a laugh, which would be an encouraging sign if he didn’t know how the story ends.

“So Xavier talked to my parents, explained the whole ‘mutant thing.’ Dad wasn’t happy. Then again, I’m not sure he ever was. He would have been disappointed to have a girl—a sentient lump of polymorphic biomass was right out. Thankfully, Xavier was able to use his telepathy to coach me through my very first transformation. He showed me how to turn into a normal baby boy, who would eventually grow up to look like this.”

Morph transforms into his old default, the one he still uses whenever he wants to pass: pale (although not that pale) skin, brown eyes, brown hair, hooked nose, pointed chin, gaunt cheeks, arched brows. Not exactly Fabio, but it’s the face Logan used to know him by—the face he sometimes worries Logan might secretly still prefer.

“Then he put some psychic blocks in place to limit my powers to something a bit more… manageable. Don’t give me that look. It sounds shady, but the professor messing with my head was the only reason I got to have a normal, happy childhood with my parents. God only knows what would have happened otherwise—if I’d even be alive now.”

The worry and suspicion that appeared on Logan’s face at the mention of psychic tampering grudgingly fade away. “When did you find out?” he asks instead.

“A couple months after the professor… y’know,” Morph sighs. “I hacked his personal files. Since he wouldn’t be around anymore to help you recover your memories, I hoped that maybe I could find something small he overlooked, some clue that might give us an idea where to look next.”

Logan’s eyes widen and his mouth goes slightly slack. “Morph…”

“I didn’t find anything, before you get excited. Not about you, anyway. Sure found out a lot about myself, though—a lot more than I was bargaining for.”

“That’s when your default form changed,” Logan realizes.

“Yeah. It was kind of hard to think of this,” Morph replies, gesturing at the face of his human-passing form, “as my ‘real’ face after that. Not that my new look is any more real, of course.”

“Who else knows?”

“Other than our friends listening to this conversation right now?” Morph asks pointedly, causing an entire plane full of X-Men to each make their best attempt at looking busy. Nightcrawler’s method of peering thoughtfully at the radio controls with one hand on his chin is particularly masterful—Logan mentioned he used to perform in a circus, so it’s no wonder he’s got such a good instinct for stage-business. “I told Hank and Moira not long after I found out. Seemed like a bad idea to keep that information from my doctors. Especially when one of them is also my therapist.”

At receiving a glare from Logan, Beast develops a sudden and convenient fascination with the view through the Blackbird’s window.

“But you didn’t want anyone else to know.” Logan could accept that, even if he doesn’t like it. Nothing personal. A man’s business is man's business, after all—even for a not-quite-man like Morph.

Too bad it wouldn’t be the truth; no more ‘real’ than any face that Morph wears.

“I didn’t want you to know.”

Morph can handle Logan’s anger, no problem. That’s almost charming, after all these years. But it’s the flicker of hurt, just like that little flinch earlier, that really cuts him to the quick.

“Not because I don’t trust you, or want to keep things from you or anything, it’s just… I didn’t—I couldn’t—”

He sighs and looks away again. He transforms back into his new default: smooth white skin, mask-like face. Obviously inhuman.

Still a lot more human than he looked when he was born, though.

“So, yeah. That’s why I’ve apparently gained the ability to survive having my head blown off. It sure would have been handy to know that my organs were optional the last time a Sentinel put me down. Now, instead of being out of commission for two years I’ll never get back, I can just squish myself back together and keep on keepin’ on.”

Logan doesn’t respond, and slowly, the mutter of other conversations step in to fill the void. Morph stares at nothing, sick with nerves. It’s deeply unfair that he can still feel nauseous even though he doesn’t have a stomach anymore.

He would say it’s all in his head, but if he can survive without one, maybe he doesn’t have a brain, either.

Badum-tch.

Good line. Hopefully he’ll remember it after the existential horror wears off, in the brief window when things will be funny again before the heartbreak sinks in.

Because there’s dropping a bombshell on a relationship—then there’s dropping a fucking nuke.

Oh God. There isn’t going to be a window, is there?

“Morph. Look at me.”

Although he considers pretending he didn’t hear the command, Morph reluctantly glances across the center aisle of the Blackbird to see Logan looking back at him with an expression as soft as the heart he usually tries to hide.

“No matter what you look like, there’s one thing you’ve never been able to change,” Logan tells him. “That’s real enough for me.”

A wiser person might realize they were in a hole and stop digging; Morph can’t stop himself from opening his big stupid mouth. No wonder that was the one feature even Baby Morph knew to give himself. “There are more blocks Xavier left behind that I haven’t pushed through, yet. Maybe I’ll even figure out how to change my scent, someday.”

From the look on his face, Logan clearly hadn’t considered that possibility. Morph immediately wishes he could take it back, feeling like he’s just tarnished something sacred.

It’s always been strangely intimate, the way Logan can recognize him by scent alone. Even from the beginning, when Morph decided to pull a prank on the grumpy new recruit, only for Wolverine to sniff him out mere seconds into his planned routine—it was as if, like the Emperor’s New Clothes, he suddenly realized he had been naked the entire time.

Another, smarter shapeshifter might have avoided Logan after that; Morph couldn’t get enough.

One-sided pestering turned into an unlikely friendship, turned into friends-with-benefits, turned into… whatever they have now. That which dares not speak its name.

The thought of losing that connection, the idea that someday he may be able to change himself so thoroughly that even Logan won’t be able to recognize him anymore… It’s too awful. Cursed knowledge. Like learning about the solar cycle when he was a kid, and suddenly having the horrible realization: if even the sun is going to die someday, what makes him so sure Mom will get better?

Out of the corner of his eye, Morph sees Logan’s hand start to move, stop, then start again, reaching across the aisle towards him. For a insane, terrifying moment, he thinks Logan’s about to hold his hand, outing them in front of God, the other X-Men, and everybody—but of course, that enormous, rough mitt lands on his shoulder instead. Perfectly platonic, approved for all audiences by S&P.

Though they’re shooting through the air at supersonic speed, under the heavy weight of that hand, Morph feels rooted to stable ground. He closes his eyes and takes a few slow breaths he doesn’t actually need, with lungs he only has when he remembers to make himself some.

If there are any people left when the sun finally burns out in a few billion years, they’ll still be telling each other jokes as they go into that endless good night. Just think of the money we’ll save on sunscreen. Maybe, but you know the light-bulb companies are gonna take us to the cleaners. Ha ha, freeze frame, theme song, end credits.

Even as her body slowly wasted away under the combined onslaught of cancer and chemo, Mom always laughed at his jokes, no matter how many times she heard the one about the chicken who crossed the road. His most appreciative audience, to the very last curtain call.

The world is pretty fucking scary right now, and only getting scarier. Sinister. Genosha. Losing Gambit. Sentinels again, in all new and even more monstrous forms. Even worse: total war between humans and mutants looming over the horizon, shaking the ground with each step, getting closer and more inevitable every time someone mentions it, like a demon whose power grows every time you says its name.

But just because things are scary doesn’t mean the world's turning into a horror movie, and just because things are sad doesn’t make it a tragedy. Everyone gets to choose the genre of their life story—and Morph will always pick comedy.

He gives the hand on his shoulder a friendly pat, and uses the motion to disguise a slightly more-than-friendly squeeze. “I’m alright, just a little airsick. I think it’s making me maudlin.”

As he pulls his hand back, Logan frowns a little in confusion—he knows Morph is experienced enough in the air that he shouldn’t be getting nauseous over what are, for the Blackbird, barely above pleasure-cruise speeds.

“How unfair is that, by the way?” Morph asks. “I don’t even have a stomach right now.”

Logan chuckles. Nah, baby, don’t give it up for me that easy, Morph thinks, fighting a grin. You gotta make me work for it a little…

He needn’t have worried, though. When he does make it to the punchline, Logan laughs so hard that he snorts, the laugh-lines Morph has personally carved into that seemingly indestructible face creasing and growing deeper still. And as their friends who Definitely Weren’t Eavesdropping join in—even Rogue, so teary and congested that her laughs would sound like sobs if she wasn’t smiling—Morph knows all their attempts to hide their relationship have been for nothing, because there’s no way that all the love he feels for Logan in that moment isn’t writ large all over whichever face he's wearing right now.

That’s real enough for him.

#x men 97 #x men #morph #wolverine #morpherine #my stuff #wait what this actually ended up good #have I actually been a good writer this whole time and just too depressed to notice?#what the fuck that's not fair

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theloveinc · 2 years

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Same anon about putting pussy on the phone- it’s 11:43 pm and I can’t sleep LOL.

Flip the script. You have to get surgery- bakugou is LITERALY waiting around for you like a FUCKING dog. He’s so stressed it’s not even funny. It kind of is tbh can’t he looks like his normal too big for the waiting chairs self but he’s low key freaking out. He can’t lose you- he’s too scared to lose you. He would literally get a medical degree so he could just do the surgery his damn self so you won’t die. (He’s dramatic)

The moment he can see you he’s literally not leaving your side. Need to pee but you’re a fall risk? He doesn’t care that bed alarm is off because you’re up he’d be damned if you get a uti on top of this major surgery. Hungry? He’s not letting you eat the hospital food- hes calling his old man and making him make you food since he won’t leave your side.

When you finally get to go home hes the one to push you in the wheelchair to his all black sleek car. When he opens the door the passenger seat is already set up for you. It might as well be a bed from how many blankets, pillows, and anything plush is in that seat. He would LITERALLY TUCK YOU INTO THAT SEAT HOLY SHIT LIKE HE LITERALLY IS ACTING LIKE YOURE DYING. JFC BAKUGOU IT WASNT THAT BIG OF A SURGERY.

You’re so doped out you’re just smiling like crazy while you’re head rocks back and forth in the seat while you watch the cars pass by. You keep trying to reach up and play with his ears since they’re big but in a cute way and he keeps smacking your hand away and mumbling under his breath angrily. You’ve always loved his ears- they come out some and he has them pierced! A little chunk is missing from a accident when he was younger which has caused him to go deaf as well in that ear and he also does this cute thing when he’s stressed where he will tug or mess with his ear -

IM RAMBLING IM SORRY

(i'm just jealous of you for even being in bed at 11:43pm smh, but) I LITERALLY ADORE THIS? ALL OF IT??? AND it's so accurate, too????? The medical degree part is sending me... sooooo, so true bestie. He's such a fiend.

AND getting Masaru to cook, too sadhjfkadj. Waking up from a nap and seeing both him and his dad fiddling with the little, hospital room mini-fridge. You're like, "Masaru-san? You didn't have to cook!!!" and he's just smiling and shaking his head because Bakugo would've ended his life if he hadn't (and if he's an even BETTER cook than Katsuki, you don't say anything.)

(Also laughing at the thought of Mitsuki coming too, and heckling the doctor about the most random shit. Sitting next to your bed, her magazine on her lap, all, "You haven't changed my child's pillow case in TWO days? And all your tea is _ brand? What the hell do we pay our insurance for???

Like... CHILD? Tea????? And you'd think Bakugo would tell her to stop but he's just nodding right there along with her LOOOL.)

God, I wanna add onto everything but you talked about it all so perfectly already😭Bakugo adjusting the pillows against you 100 times before finally starting to drive. Getting so flustered by your tickling because he wants to respond and tell you to stop overexerting yourself but he's gotta keep his eyes on road. AND USUALLY, he's so nippy when you play with his ears cuz they're sensitive... but he just can't bring himself to get mad because you're injured and it's, it's... cute.

(Plus, I love your little headcanons about this!!!)

And overall, too... he love all your doped-up sleepy kisses, and the way you play with his fingers when you're bored in bed... and getting so antsy when he has to leave you for work, he calls once an hour AT LEAST, even when you're fine resting in bed or almost fully recovered. Screams at the neighbors when they do something irritating for "bothering an injured person..." skjdflkajsdhfajksd...

Literally... this whole thing is the best. Thank GOD you rambled. I swear.

(ANd Bakugo thanks you, too. He never thought he'd be so into caring for a sick person😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨) (iN A GOOD WAY)

#bakugo #acting like youre made of glass >>>>#i wanna put this in my mouth is my favorite LITERALLY #SAJDFJKLASDK ARRGUGHGHGH H #could talk abt it forever i really could #fave #the masaru and mitsuki part is taking me out truly i love them #suddenly all of bakugos tendencies make sense #and i love caring mom mitsuki #anyway homework time AHHH #caitie things #anon things #anon

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shaguro · 3 months

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— ✰ EASY | REINER B.

✧ synposis: reiner finally lets you ride him.

✧ contents: smut smut smut with nooo plot. black reader ofc, established relationship, reiner has a big d! raw sex. (better wrap it up, yall!!) minors dnii.

✧ word count: 1.2k (i don't know how i ended up with so many words, honestly. proofread but may still be a mistake somewhere)

✧ shanti's note: made speficially for two of my favorite girls, @honeybleed and @chrollohearttags. 🩷 all my reiner girls stand up!!

“take your time, doll. there’s no rush, ‘ve got all day.”

your hovered over reiner’s lap, holding the base of his thick cock to align it with your entrance. his soft words aim to soothe, he knows how big he is and how much he’d fill that pretty pussy with just the tip. and you wanted that so bad— salivating at the thought, all your focus on his throbbing length in your hand.

his dick is so heavy, flushed bright red.

just the weight of it alone had your wrist aching from holding it this long, the thick veins pulsing under your touch. reiner wants this just as bad as you do, his only concern was hurting you. he’d restrain himself, cut his pleasure in half if it meant you were comfortable. but when you told him you wanted to try something new, he didn’t refuse. he just didn’t know that it would be this and the way that you were ogling his dick was making him a little self-conscious.

“you’re… scarin’ me a little, baby.”

your eyes shoot up to meet his. in a daze, you didn’t realize you’d been staring. a little embarrased, you give a sheepish smile. “s-sorry, just mentally preparing myself.”

reiner chortles at that, his thumbs caressing your love handles. “if you’re thinkin’ that hard, maybe you’re just not ready. we can try again— fuck.“

reiner’s head lulled against the plush sofa back as you stroked the fat tip of his dick along your folds, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip. how unfair, for you to tease him like this. took everything in him to keep his hips in place, to not buck up into your tight heat.

“no, rei. wanna ride you so bad… and i know you want it, too. i know you’re tired of the same positions now, even if you won’t admit it.”

well, when you put it like that… you weren’t wrong, not at all.

but he definitely wasn’t expecting you to lower yourself onto his dick right after that, clinging to his shoulders to steady yourself with a drawn-out whine.

all he could do was grit his teeth as he bottomed out inside you. it was heavenly, how your gummy walls molded around his length, the perfect fit. he felt every spasm and pulse, arousing him even more. the uneven rise and fall of your chest drew his attention back to you.

reiner always thought you were so beautiful like this. he admired how your glossed lips parted in shaky breaths, pretty brown eyes screwed shut as you shifted on his lap, adjusting yourself the best that you could.

“doin’ so well, doll. just keep breathin’, ok?” the kisses he peppered along your tight jaw were gentle, a stark difference to how his cock was quite literally splitting you in two. to say you felt full was the understatement, you were stuffed — he was basically in your stomach. it took a few minutes before you were ready to move, reiner’s hands on your hips, guiding you to a slow and steady pace.

his dick was hitting all the right places and you were in delirious pleasure, your cheek pressed against his. your sweet moans were so pornographic to his ears, it was almost louder than the plap plap plap filling the room each time your ass met his strong thighs.

“shiiiit— squeezin’ me so tight, baby. feels so good.” he groans, his gravelly tone has you pulsing around him. everything about him turned you on without him doing much. “just drippin’ all over me, messy girl.”

and you were so messy, from how your slick was tricking onto his thighs to the way you couldn’t control the whimpers flowing from your mouth, no room left for any words. just a complete and utter mess for this man.

“rei.” you whined, your thighs were trembling. the dull ache in your muscles were increasing and you leaned forward, hands on his broad chest as you slowed down. “i-i can’t.”

reiner hummed, corners of his lips rising. “tired yerself out already, huh?” he shakes his head, scooting a little lower on the couch to adjust you on his lap. his hand is on your nape, pressing your face into his neck. “relax baby. i’ll take it from here.”

his cologne was intoxicating, all smokey with hints of scandalwood, one of your favorite scents on him. with his heels anchored onto the velvety carpet, reiner pistoned his dick into you, grazing that sensitive spot over and over. the new angle had you reeling, his arms around you the only thing keeping you grounded.

the way your pussy was squelching would’ve put you to shame if you noticed, but you were too far gone. reiner’s hyper-focused, his firm grip on your asscheeks, spreading them wide — the cool air ghosting your puckered hole. his grunts were like a symphony, mixing in with your incessant babbling.

“baby, oh fuck.” reiner moans, basically whimpers into your ear. “love you s-so much, god. can’t take it, m’close.”

always so loving even when he’s fucking all the sense out your head.

“love you m-more…f-fill me up, rei.” you purr, latching your lips onto his neck and sucking. you could feel your orgasm approaching, everything felt so good. “wanna be full with your cum.”

the way your pussy was clamping down on him as you spoke, he knew that you meant it. reiner’s arms wrapped your waist, holding you tight so he could trust up into your heat with all his might. all thoughts about taking it easy were out the window. it was sloppy, fast and your whole body was bouncing, digging your nails into reiner’s shoulder for balance. you were sure you’d get a voice complaint from the neighbors with how loud y’all were being.

lifting your head, you connected your lips; it was all teeth and tongues colliding, desperate and passionate. “cum with me, doll.” he whispered against your lips, panting so harshly. “let go, give it to me.”

“rei, i’m cummingg.” you immediately comply, letting out a drawn out moan that reiner silenced with his lips. all your juices splitting out from the impact on his thrusts, coating your lower bodies in essence. your body shook as he continued to fuck you through the aftershocks, his hand on your back keeping you upright while he spilled his heavy load into you. it was so much, the milky load trickling back down in his length as he pulled out.

both of you were panting, completely out of breath, your bronzed skin glistening with a light layer of sweat. neither of you moved, opting to stay right where you were, even if it was hot and sticky.

reiner kept his arms around you as he kissed the center of your forehead, his lips staying there before making their way around your face, one kiss after another. “rei, you’re t-tickling mee.” you giggled airly, the stubble from reiner’s beard tickling your cheeks as he continued his assault.

a hard knock at the door snapped both of you out of the afterglow and you paused, more knocks following directly after. you exchanged a miffed look with reiner, already knowing what the unwanted visit was for.

“damn.” reiner sighed with a knowing smile, placing one last kiss on your neck. “another noise complaint.”

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fatecantstopme · 1 year

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My Favorite Cardio

Pairing: Henry Cavill x wife!reader

Summary: When he gives you that look, you know you’re in for it. Basically porn without plot.

Warnings: RPF. Cursing. SMUT. Oral (F receiving), bondage, dom/sub vibes, slight pain kink, slight choking kink, unprotected sex (P in V). Use of pet names

A/N: inspired by Henry’s interview about how he gets his cardio 😉

“Well that was quite the interview, babe,” you said with a smirk when your husband came into the living room.

Henry chuckled lightly. “You saw that, huh?”

“I got 30 text messages from family and friends with links to the video literally 10 minutes after it aired.”

He blushed. “Sorry, sweets. I didn’t know how to respond and I panicked.”

You laughed warmly. “Well you didn’t lie…”

He grinned. “You’re my favorite cardio.”

“I think I prefer running,” you teased.

His expression darkened and he gave you an almost predatory look. You felt wetness pool in your panties and you bit your lip as you stared at him.

“You sure you wanna tease me right now, (Y/N)?”

You shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s kinda fun.”

He took a step towards you, arms folded across his chest. “Yeah? You know the rules, sweets.”

“Rules?” you asked, tone light. “I can’t seem to remember any rules.” You knew exactly what your bratty behavior would do to him and you couldn’t wait for your reward.

He crossed the room in a moment, bending down to pin you against the couch, arms on either side of your body. His pupils were blown with lust and desire oozed from every pore in his body. “It sounds like you need to be reminded, princess.”

You nearly moaned at the pet name. Whenever Henry called you princess, you knew he was going to dominate the hell out of you.

Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by your husband. “You want me to remind you? I’d be more than happy to put you back in your place.”

“My place?” you teased.

Henry let out a low growl. “Get your ass into the bedroom so I can fuck the brat out of you.”

You loved when he spoke so harshly to you. Your pussy was dripping and you had to rub your thighs together as you stood up, desperate for some kind of relief.

Once again, Henry noticed. “Already desperate, baby? Such a sweet little slut,” he murmured as he slapped your ass.

You gasped in surprise at the intensity of his smack. You turned to look at him, eyes filled with intense need. “Only for you, sir.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Bed. Now.”

You ran into the bedroom, tearing clothes off as you went, Henry not far behind you. You flopped down onto the bed, completely bare, as your husband entered the room in nothing but his tie and boxer briefs.

Your mouth watered as you took in his gorgeous body. Your entire body pulsated with need and you wanted to drag the man on top of you and use him for your own pleasure.

“Hands on the headboard,” he said firmly as he came up to the head of the bed.

You did as you were told, watching him secure your wrists to the headboard with handcuffs. He took off his tie and used it to blindfold you.

You whimpered softly, earning a much softer tone from Henry. “You okay with this, sweets?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He grinned. “That’s my good girl.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss to your forehead. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

You nodded again.

“Words, pretty girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Perfect.”

You hated not being able to see what he was doing, but you couldn’t deny that you were more turned on than you’d been in ages. Henry was usually a pretty soft dom, but in moments like these, you weren’t sure what he would do. He could be deliciously brutal when he wanted to be.

You could hear Henry moving around, and you were dying to see what he was doing. You whimpered softly and tugged at the handcuffs, trying fruitlessly to escape them. “Henry,” you whined.

“Patience, my love.” His voice carried to you from the other side of the room and you once again wondered what he was doing.

You were soon informed by a light tickling sensation on your feet. You giggled lightly, unable to contain the sound as the sensation traveled up one leg and down the other.

You knew without being able to see that Henry had pulled out some of his favorite items from the sex box in your closet. The current one was a feathered tickling wand that he just loved to tease you with.

“You know there is absolutely no need to torture me, Hen. I’ll be good, I promise,” you say softly.

“Oh my sweet girl, we are past the point of promises. You behave like a brat, you get treated like one.”

With that, Henry went back to teasing you relentlessly with the feathers, never once giving you the firm touch you really needed.

After several minutes, you heard the telltale sound of a vibrator being turned on. Moments later, you felt the cool silicone against your burning pussy, eliciting a gasping moan from you.

Instead of giving you what he knew you wanted, Henry slowly inserted the vibrating dildo into your dripping hole and left it there.

You whined and shifted your hips, trying to get more friction where you really needed it. “Henry, please,” you begged.

You felt a harsh slap against your thigh. “What did you call me?”

You bit your lip. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to, I just want you so badly.”

"It's okay, baby girl, I know you do." You felt his hot breath against your ear. "But I'm gonna take as much time as I want."

He nipped at your ear gently before once again pulling away. You groaned in frustration, but kept your thoughts to yourself to avoid further punishment.

To your surprise, you felt a sharp swat against your inner thigh. You gasped loudly as another smack hit your thigh. You whimpered softly and desperately tried to close your legs, but Henry's large body was wedged between them. He chuckled lightly and gently rubbed your thigh.

You felt a pinch on your left nipple, followed by a pinch to your right, as Henry secured his favorite nipple clamps to your breasts. Before you could say a single word, you felt the riding crop smack against your thigh again.

You loved the way he tortured you, the pain a welcome feeling, but you were begging him to give you some relief. "Sir, please," you whimpered.

"Please what, pretty girl?"

"I need you, sir, please."

"Aww, my sweet girl needs me to touch her sexy little body?" he teased.

"Please," you whimpered again.

You felt his large hands rest against your hips. "How could I possibly deny you, my love?" His voice was low and affectionate, but you knew he would be as harsh and as rough as he liked.

Henry got off the bed and you whined again, already missing his touch.

"Be patient, love," he insisted.

You heard him removing his boxer briefs and your mouth began to water involuntarily. Your hips jerked up, seeking any kind of friction, but there was none to be found.

"You're so needy," he teased as he grabbed your left ankle.

To your surprise, he wrapped a soft rope around your ankle and secured it to the end of the bed. "Can't have you moving around," he said as he quickly secured your other ankle.

By the time Henry actually got back on top of you, your entire body was on fire with a desire so intense that you were finding it very difficult to think.

When his large hands gripped your thighs, you whimpered softly. He ignored you and slid a single finger between your folds, collecting a large amount of slick.

"You're so wet for me, sweets." You felt his finger against your lips and he said, "Open up."

You did as you're told, and he slides his finger into your mouth. You moan softly as you taste yourself on your tongue. Henry gripped your jaw and held you still as you sucked his finger clean.

"That's it, baby. So sexy."

When he removed his finger, he pulled the dildo out of your pussy and shut it off. You whimpered at the loss of contact, desperation to feel him touch you threatened to overwhelm you.

"Shh," he whispered. "Such a needy little thing."

Your hips jerked up, your body desperately seeking relief anywhere it could be found. You couldn't see him, but you were certain Henry was purposefully shifting to avoid touching you where you needed him most. It was driving you crazy, and you started begging in earnest.

"Please, sir, touch me. Just do something, anything. I'll do whatever you want sir, just please...please," you whimpered.

Henry's large, warm hands gently caressed your thighs. "I could never deny such sweet pleas, my love. You clearly need me, so I shall oblige."

You could hear the movement, as well as feel his body shifting around, but no matter how you shifted your head, you couldn't see what he was doing. Was he about to thrust into you? Finger you? Eat you out?

Seconds later, you found out as he licked a thick stripe up your pussy, moaning at the taste. You gasped at the sensation, your body overly sensitive from all the teasing.

He moved slowly, taking his time licking you and sucking at your clit, ignoring your pleas to speed it up. It was obvious he was in control and he wasn't going to give it up that easily.

As he continued eating you out, your brain was filled with blinding pleasure. All you wanted was to grab his hair and push him into your pussy...but you couldn't move. You wriggled against the bonds on your legs and arms, struggling to free yourself so you could touch him.

Henry felt your movements and lifted his head to look at your face. Even with your eyes covered, he could see how desperate you were. "What's wrong sweet girl?"

"I--I wanna touch you, sir. Need to. Please."

Henry hummed approvingly, but made no move to untie you. "Beg for me, pretty baby."

You started rambling, words pouring from your mouth almost nonsensically. "Need touch you please can't take it please sir I need you wanna feel you please."

He laughed at your garbled words. "I love it when you beg, baby, but I'm sorry. I'm just not ready to untie you yet." Without another word, he dove back in, eating you out with renewed vigor.

You cried out in pleasure, your climax building within you. Somehow, not being able to touch him only made the pleasure more intense. It took him no time at all to have you falling apart on his lips, his tongue lapping up your juices as you came.

Your body jerked beneath him as he continued to suck on your clit, even after you'd come down from your high. Your whimpers of "too sensitive" fell on deaf ears, but they quickly turned to moans of pleasure as your second orgasm began to near.

After you came a second time, Henry finally relented, head lifting from beneath your thighs to kiss your skin as he moved up your body. He kissed your lips, allowing you another taste of your release, and you moaned desperately.

"Baby, please," you whimpered. "Please let me touch you."

Henry had actually been considering releasing you up until that moment. "Sorry, sweets...but you didn't call me by my title, so you're gonna have to wait a while longer."

"Nonononononono please, sir. I'm sorry, please. Please just untie me, sir, please."

The desperation in your voice made him pause for a moment, his dominant demeanor breaking for a second. "What's your color, my love?"

"Green," you responded instantly.

He grinned and kissed you softly. "Good girl." He sat back up, admiring your body as it writhed beneath him, begging to be touched. "Now...where was I?"

"About to let me go?" you tried.

He chuckled. "Nice try, baby." You felt him shift so he was back between your legs. "I think I remember now."

You felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance and you gasped at the feeling. Even after years of fucking him, his cock still stretched you to an almost painful level, but there was no better feeling in the world.

"Please," you whispered.

Henry wanted to keep teasing you, to deny you some more, but he was finding it more and more difficult by the second. He needed to fuck you and he needed it now.

Normally, he would give you a moment to stretch out, take his time, go slowly, but tonight he was simply too far gone. He couldn't wait.

His cock slammed into your pussy in one quick thrust, eliciting a sharp gasping moan from your throat. He instantly set a brutal pace, hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew there would be bruises tomorrow.

"Fuck, baby girl, feels so good. You're so fucking tiny," he groaned.

You were too far gone to formulate any coherent words, moans all you managed in response.

"Tight little pussy squeezing me so well," he mumbled. "Makes me wanna stay here forever."

His cock was hitting all the right spots, making the pressure build in your abdomen. He could feel how close you were, so his pace never relented. "I know you're close, baby girl."

You hummed in response, silently begging him to never stop.

He thought about it for a moment, but decided against making you wait. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted at least two more orgasms from you before he came. "Come for me, baby," he whispered.

His command shattered you, orgasm pulsating through your body with such force that you screamed his name.

He had to slow down his thrusts as you came, pussy clenching him so hard he almost lost control. "Shit, baby. You gotta stop doing that or I'm gonna come."

Your body shook with aftershocks as Henry gently rubbed your aching muscles. "Sir, please," you whimpered.

"What is it, darling?"

"Let me touch you," you practically sobbed.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. You've been so good." Henry moved to uncuff you, quickly releasing your hands from their hold.

You grabbed at him immediately, wanting to feel his skin against yours. "Can I see you?" you asked softly.

He smiled and slowly removed your blindfold. "Hey beautiful," he whispered.

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes fluttered open, landing on his incredibly handsome face. His curls were wild, his chest shone with sweat, and his cock was still inside of you...it was easily the sexiest image you'd ever seen.

He grinned, noticing your expression. "See something you like?"

"Mhmm...You're pretty cute," you teased.

He chuckled warmly, preening under your appreciative gaze. He shifted slightly, causing you to gasp as his cock moved inside of you. His eyes darkened and his hands slid up your body, tracing the curves he found along the way. "I'm not quite finished with you, my love."

Your eyes widened. You knew he hadn't come yet, but you figured he would let you off the hook, having come several times already yourself.

He saw your slightly panicked expression and grinned wolfishly. "Just one more, baby. You can do that for me."

"I'm not sure--"

He cut you off with a particularly strong thrust. "You were saying?"

"Don't stop," you gasped.

"That's what I thought," he said smugly, hips once again setting an intense pace.

Your legs were still tied to the end of the bed, which only heightened your experience...you couldn't get away from him if you tried, not that you wanted to. He was pounding into you with such force that you would have been slammed into the headboard if your legs weren't secured.

It didn't take long for you to be so far gone that all you could do was cling to his body, nails digging into his flesh. "Close," you mumbled.

Henry grinned. "I know baby girl. I can feel you squeezing me."

He reached between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with ease. He gently teased the sensitive nub as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.

Your moans shook the walls, mixing with his deep groans of pleasure. Through your haze, you could see that he was close. His eyebrows were weaved together in concentration, eyes focusing on a spot just above your head.

He'd been teasing you relentlessly since he got home, so you decided it was only fair to get back at him. "Look at me, baby," you whispered.

His eyes dropped to yours and you immediately clenched your pussy tightly.

"Fuck," he growled, body straining with the effort of staving off his orgasm. "What do you think you're doing, (Y/N)?"

You smiled. "Giving you a taste of your own medicine."

He raised a single eyebrow, eyes still glued to yours. Normally he would have corrected you, reminded you that you were his to command, but he secretly loved it when you took the reins.

You slid your own hand between your bodies, knocking his out of the way and taking over massaging your clit. "Keep your eyes on me handsome, and don't come until I tell you to."

His eyes widened slightly, but he nodded his agreement.

"Henry," you warned.

"Yes, ma'am. I won't come until you tell me to."

You smiled. "Good boy. Now, fuck me like you mean it."

Henry renewed his pace, quickly bringing your orgasm closer. You matched his pace against your clit, pussy clenching every few seconds to urge him on.

He was beginning to truly struggle, body so close to the edge he could barely breathe. His eyes closed as he thrust into you, but fluttered back open when he felt you grab his jaw.

"Eyes. On. Me," you said firmly.

The intensity of your gaze nearly pushed him over the edge, and he found himself begging you for permission to come. "Can't take much more, baby. Need to come. Please."

You enjoyed the neediness in his voice, and even though your own orgasm was impending, you decided to prolong his pain just a while longer. "Not yet, handsome. Be patient."

He groaned and his hand snaked up your chest, landing directly at the base of your neck. He might be letting you have some control, but he wanted you to know that you were still at his mercy.

He also knew exactly what that action would do to you, even without any pressure. You gasped in pleasure, the feeling of euphoria mere seconds away. "Come with me baby," you ordered, finally allowing yourself to orgasm.

Henry's hips stuttered as he came, filling you with his spend. He thrust a few more times as he emptied within you, voice hoarse and broken, a mixture of curses and your name falling from his lips.

When he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You immediately wrapped your arms around his large frame, entangling your fingers in his curly hair.

The two of you laid like that for some time before he broke the comfortable silence. "I think we need to do cardio more often, I'm exhausted."

You laughed lightly. "You're exhausted? I came...three times? Or four? I can't remember."

He shifted, lifting his torso off you, angling his head to look at your pretty face. "It was four," he said with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head good-naturedly. "My apologies, sir. I shall endeavor to count next time."

His eyes lit up. "Oh that's a good idea, sweets. I should make you count them."

You groaned. "I regret opening my mouth."

"You love me," he teased.

"You know I do."

He kissed you sweetly before sitting up completely and dragging himself off the bed. "Not as much as I love you," he said softly.

He disappeared into the en suite, returning a few moments later with a warm, wet towel, which he used to clean you up. He took his time, admiring your body and all the love marks he'd made on your skin. He liked the idea of you walking around with the evidence of his adoration adorning your body.

Once you were clean, he laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. You laid your head on his chest and let out a sigh, "I love you, Hen."

He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tightly. "I love you too, sweets."

You quickly fell asleep, but Henry laid awake for a while, basking in the feeling of your warm body in his arms, along with the afterglow of the best cardio a man could ask for.

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nanamiluvs · 3 months

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nanami nsfw alphabet !

hi! made a new acc bc i love nanami kento sm i wanna put him in my pocket <3

pairing : nanami kento x reader

rating : explicit

wc : 2.1k

warnings: smut content, reader is afab but no pronouns used, nanami being a sweetheart, aftercare, overstimulation, breeding, nanami is gentle and rough at the same time, creampies, praising, literally so much praising, teasing, begging, size kink!!, slight bondage, slight belly bulge, mentions of pregnancy, pussydrunk!nanami, oral (both receiving), jealousy, implied possessive sex, nanami is so in love with you it's unbelievable

a : aftercare

nanami makes sure you have everything you need by your side, be it getting you a cup of water or him hugging you to sleep. he will clean you up gently, asking if you're alright or if he can help in any way. he will hug you and tell you how well you did, how much he loves you and how lucky he is to have you by his side.

b : body part

nanami has never really thought about it before, but he really likes his thighs and how they look in his formal dress pants. he also likes the way the muscles flex when you grind yourself on it, leaking slick down his thigh, chasing your release. for you, he can never choose a single part because of how much he adores you, in his eyes, every part of you is perfect beyond reach.

c : cum

nanami won't ever try to come inside you or your mouth unless you ask him to for the first time. it feels so intimate to him, how you're willing to swallow his cum or have it fill you up. absolutely a man who loves cumming inside simply because of how precious it is to him, being with you like this. his cum has an off-white color, thicker in density. he cums a lot.

d : dirty secret

nanami is a gentleman. nanami places a hand on the small of your back to guide you, he pulls your chair for you to sit, pays for your dates. he loves you, adores you, cherishes you so much that he holds you like you were made of glass. having sex with nanami is no exception to this, as the man is the most gentle lover you can find even as he pushes his thick cock inside, trying to make it fit while making it as less painful as possible. yet, sometimes, he can't help but have the desire to go rough on you, especially on the days he gets too stressed from work. he wants to let go and fuck you relentlessly, a break from how he usually likes things to go. he thinks low of himself for even having the desire to do such thing, how could he do that to you? so when you go and tell him how you want him to be rough, beg him to use you- he can't help how his cock twitches at the thought.

e : experience

nanami thinks of sex as a very intimate act. he's had only a handful of partners before, not as experienced as you think he'd be because of how skilled he is at it. the fact is, he wants to impress you, wants to pleasure you so bad to the point he researches everything beforehand. he may not be very experienced, but nanami is a quick learner when he wants to be one.

f : favorite position

nanami doesn't mind as long as he can see your face. he wants to be as close to you as possible. he's also a classical man, so sex with nanami is usually done in missionary or a mating press. he likes kissing you through it, whispering in your ear, telling you how much he loves you as his hips meet your pelvis. he wants to hug you as he pushes in deeper, wants to feel your arms wrap around his neck, nails scratching his back to hold on for leverage.

g : goofy

nanami, as i said before, thinks sex is very intimate so he acts the part. usually, he's very calm and loving, but the rare times he's stressed or angry he gets quite serious. in his normal state, he can't help but smile at your words.

h : hair

nanami is a well-groomed man, because he prefers to see himself like that and because he thinks you'd prefer it like that. it really doesn't matter to him if you have hair down there or not, he simply thinks you're too beautiful for him.

i : intimacy

nanami, for the third time, is the most intimate man in existence when it comes to sex. he's so romantic, whispering how beautiful you are, how lucky he is, how well you are taking him, how he would do anything for you. nanami is a man who worships the ground you walk on.

j : jack off

nanami, at his age, doesn't really masturbate since it's unnecessary for him. he's already too busy with work, and when he's not, he has you. for you, he won't ever control you but he would prefer pleasuring you himself instead of you doing it own your own. he sees it as his duty.

k : kink

nanami doesn't think he's the type to have many kinks, or any for that matter. yet with you, he discovers parts of himself he didn't even know was there.

‎ ‎ ‎ bondage : nanami didn't think that tying your hands up with his tie would get him so aroused. he can't help but want to see you, naked with your hands tied or eyes blindfolded with his tie while he had only taken that piece of fabric off. he thinks you're just so adorable.

‎ ‎ ‎ breeding : it's no surprise to him that nanami wants to start a family with you, to have a baby. but when he cums inside you for the first time, something in his gut clicks, and he's scared that he might get addicted to the feeling. it's so endearing, you trusting him, loving him to the point you'll let him to do this, to the point you want him to do this. he wants you so badly, so the thought that you might also want him even a little bit as much as he wants you drives him to tears. that is, on the emotional level. on the physical level, this man will go fucking crazy over the thought of filling you up with his cum, over and over until he sees your belly bulge, until he knows you're pregnant. he fucks his cum back into you, telling you what a waste it is, spilling out when they could be filling your tummy so nicely. nanami is feral about breeding you.

‎ ‎ ‎ overstimulation : nanami adores how you break down on his fingers, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, telling you how you can give him "one more". he loves the fact that he's the one who has you all messed up like this, whining from overstimulation as he bullies his thick fingers into you. you're on his lap and he's whispering sweet nothings into your ear while sending you to hell and back.

‎ ‎ ‎ size : nanami is a large man. larger than most of his peers, tall with a muscular build. what he won't ever tell you is that how much he cherishes you being smaller than him. he gets this sense of pride from the fact, being able to wrap you up in his embrace or how you tell him he's just too big. he puts his much larger hand on top of yours as he fucks you, pressing down with the force of his thrusts. he loves how you accomodate to his size.

l : location

nanami prefers to do it on the bed, but if it's inside the house, anywhere you want will be okay with him. also likes doing it in the shower, but is scared that you might think it's weird, so he waits for you to approach the idea first.

m : motivation

nanami can't help but get hard when you try to seduce him or flirt with him, or even imply that you want him. the idea that you want him is still so foreign to him, how could someone like you even think of desiring him? nanami is very respectful, he won't approach you with the want to have sex until you teach him it's okay to do so. and then, don't be surprised that he turns out a lot more needy of being one with you than he seemed to be before.

n : no

nanami would die rather than to hurt you, so anything involving serious harm to you is off the table with him. he's also very strict with the idea of public sex, as he thinks sex should take place in intimate areas like your home.

o : oral

nanami gets pussydrunk so easily that it's almost funny. he prefers little to nothing than to go down on you, to have the smell of your arousal, the taste of your slick intoxicate him. he loves it when you come on his face, grab his hair and tell him it's too much. he may as well be a magician by the way he uses his tongue, curling and reaching so deep than coming up to suck your clit with a groan. he fucking grunts while eating you out, his hips keep grinding against the bed because of how much it turns him on to have you pressed on his face like this. nanami eats pussy like a starved man, nanami eats you for his pleasure. your moans and whines make him even more desperate to make you finish and finish all over again until you can't. he would also love being on the receiving side, being pleased by a being as perfect as you, but what pleases him the most is your own pleasure.

p : pace

nanami has a mostly sensual and normal pace when it comes to sex, often involving loving words whispered in your ear and hands caressing your body with his adoring touch. when he gets closer to his own high, his pace quickens and he starts slamming into you like it's the last thing he's going to do before stilling inside and crashing over the edge. when he's being rough, his pace doesn't even give you time to breathe, leaving you panting and whining in his ears while grabbing onto his shoulders for life.

q : quickie

nanami doesn't like quickies, except maybe in the mornings before work. he would much rather have his time with you, to shower you in his love and pleasure you the best he can.

r : risk

nanami will try most things you want to do if you ask him enough times. as for his own curiosity, he's most probably going to hide any new idea he wants to try until, again, he learns it's okay to do so.

s : stamina

nanami can go for as long as you want him to go, but he doesn't like cumming more than two or three times. when it comes to you, though, he wants you to have as many orgasms as you possibly can because of him.

t : toys

nanami is pretty vanilla when it comes to toys, but he may use them if you really want to do so.

u : unfair

nanami may not seem like it but the man is a lowkey tease. he acts oblivious to your advances, wanting you to openly say you want him to fuck you. you're telling him to put it in already and he says how you're not ready yet and dives back with his tongue, overstimulation being one of his biggest turn ons. you ask him to go faster yet he's pulling himself in and out so slowly it drives you insane. he adores how easily you get teased, and does it more out of love than anything else.

v : volume

nanami usually doesn't make any sounds except for his words during sex. surprisingly, he talks a lot during it, he just can't stop mentioning how beautiful you are today while pushing it in. when he's being rough, he's a grunter, can't help himself with how much it's pleasuring him. he only gets moaning during being on the receiving side of oral or getting a handjob, he feels so loved and the low moans he gets out are so pleasing to hear.

w : wild card

nanami secretly likes it when you tease him or make him jealous, flirting with other men at a gathering of some sorts. he knows you do it on purpose, that you just want him to put you back in your place- he's more than happy to do so. ıt gives him a reason to fuck, not make love, and he knows that's your goal all along. you can just ask him to do so, but where's the fun in that when he's not angry even a little bit?

x : x-ray

nanami has a pretty dick to no one's surprise. he stands long with little to no curvature, above than average thickness but not to the point it hurts. though, it's always a tight fit- something nanami won't admit he likes. the shaft is slightly darker than his normal skin tone, and the mushroom tip stands in rosy shades. tell him how beautiful he looks and he's so hard.

y : yearning

nanami doesn't really have a guttural desire for sex, rather, it's you who makes him want it. he can go for a long time without having sex but that doesn't mean he doesn't like being on top of you and pushing inside you. his sex drive only spikes when you rile him on, showing off a new lingerie or a tight dress, grinding against him to show you how much you want him. he doesn't want you to think he only wants you for sex so he feels bad that he gets turned on to you at random times, it's the opposite, he wants you so much to the point he wants to have sex with you.

z : zzz

nanami is not necessarily sleepy after sex, but he just loves cuddling you and listening to you snoring after an act so intimate. he will press kisses on your cheeks, neck, shoulders until you fall asleep, wanting you to have the best sleep and the nicest dreams.

anyway bye i love nanami

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brairslair · 2 months

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your monster trio nsfw headcanons were immaculate (seriously Zoro's was PERFECTION) could you do the same for Law and Ace?

@valkyrie-sun-walker

yes ofc! and thank youuu 💓💓 i got the 2nd req from a wonderful anon after i started writing this, so i decided to combine the two! here ya go mls :)

part 2 to this post

18+ ONLY (minors… 👉🏻🚪)

a/n: just me lusting over these men so ofc they’re all yappers, + i apologize to any usopp enjoyers for making usopp’s section a lil shorter 💌

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“see what you do to me?”

law:

tough guy syndrome TM

puts on a cold front, but will wear flowers in his hair if you pick them for him

the kinda guy who can dish it out but can’t take it

in every sense

he can say the most flirtatious, descriptive, borderline pornographic shit to you with a smirk on his face

but the second you return the same attitude, he gets all flustered and fumbles over his words

he acts all dominant and in control when he’s making your eyes roll into the back of your head, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear

he takes great pride in his affect on you

“feels good, yeah?”

but when you take the reigns, he literally turns into a puddle at your fingertips

- “cat got your tongue?”

“shut up-”

clearly a switch

specifically a bratty sub + mean dom switch

so basically just a little bitch 24/7

when he’s a mean dom tho, he is a fucking mean dom

he’ll edge you until your crying from frustration, and then make you cum over and over until you lose count

“honey, are those tears? it’s just too much for you, isn’t it”

“you wanna be a good little slut for me, don’t you? then hold it.”

“count down from ten, nice and slow, and don’t you dare fucking cum until you get to one”

has a choking kink (giving and receiving)

also really likes to use toys on you, or watch you use them yourself

his favorite tho is your wand vibrator

he’ll hold it against your clit until you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and you’re eyes are watering from overstimulation

or he’ll push it against you while he thrusts into you at a brutal pace, making you feel so much pleasure all at once that you see white behind your eyelids

he’s not a huge fan of pda, unless he’s jealous, and then he’s got you pressed against a wall with his tongue down your throat

if you get needy while he’s busy, he’ll make you ride his thigh

he’ll continue on with his work, acting as if you aren’t even there soaking through his jeans

his gentle hand on your hip, dick already hard against your knee, and a soft “good job, baby” when you cum are the only indicators that he was paying attention at all

get’s rly cocky when he catches u staring at his chest/back/tattoos

even worse when it’s his hands

will 100% use it against you to tease you all the time

will put his hands on your waist/thigh if he catches you looking for too long in public

then later he’ll make you come on his fingers and keep his mouth running the whole time

“bet this is what you were thinking about, huh. staring at my my fingers all day? couldn’t help it, could you?”

“oh, you can take more than that. cmon, one more”

“awh baby, i can feel you squeezin me already. you wanna cum so bad, don’t you sweetheart? not yet.”

he’ll get you right to the edge just to slow down to an agonizing pace and then make you beg him to let you cum

then he’ll have you suck his fingers clean

he’s a menace

but he’s also really good at aftercare, and will tell you how well you did and make you feel so loved and relaxed

now, as a bratty sub…

he is such a pain in the ass

he knows every way to get under your skin and get you exactly where he wants you

when you’re kissing him he’ll fight you for dominance even though he’s clearly losing

makes sassy ass comments whenever you speak just to piss you off

he could literally already be doing something but refuse if you tell him to

- “take off your pants”

“say please”

even when he admits defeat, he’ll continue to run his mouth for as long as possible before his brain turns to mush

if you use your mouth on him, it’s over

he’ll go from being a brat, to gripping the sheets in seconds

once you shut his brain off, he’s a total mess

his hands and mouth sloppy and all over you

when you ride him, he can’t take his eyes off of where your bodies meet, groaning at the wet sounds of your slick with every bounce

when he does look up at you he almost busts as soon as he sees your proud smile and blown out eyes looking down at him

his moans are loud and gravelly, and he’s desperately gripping at your hips, and whining, and cursing, and panting in your ear

the only words he seems to remember are “fuck” and your name

he loves it when your mean

- “you don’t get to touch unless you ask nicely. go on.”

“oh fuck- please”

also low key a sucker for light bondage (both ways)

acts like he doesn’t like when you mark him up because he doesn’t want other people to see, but it’s actually because every time he see’s your work on his skin he wants to pounce on you

and he can’t have that 24/7 now can he (i wish tho tbh)

will bite on your shoulder when you finally let him cum, leaving dainty little tooth shaped bruises behind like a medal

and of course, a few minutes after he comes down from his high, he goes right back to being a little shit

ace:

such a cocky motherfucker

but in a cute endearing way

also allergic to shirts apparently, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t to show off for you at least a little

but he get’s all proud when he notices you ogling him

he’d say somthing goofy like

“like what you see?”

while wiggling his eyebrows

he is a messy kisser

like super sloppy

he just can’t get over how lucky he is to even be able to have your company, or be able to touch you at all, so getting to kiss you blows his mind a little and makes it short circut

soft dommmm

ace just wants to take care of you

he loves to slowly make you fall apart over and over, being there to be your anchor

but he’s also super talkative

“that’s it, princess. keep making those pretty noises for me, yeah?”

“just like that, keep going. doing such a good job”

“just a little more baby, you can take it”

loves eating you out, and he’s good at it

he likes to hold your hips down with one arm, and use his other hand to stretch you open

goes insane if you pull his hair

will put your legs over his shoulders

both a tits and ass guy

will bury his face in either and be perfectly content if he suffocates

he’s always kissing some part of you, wether its your lips, your neck, your thighs, your wrists, doesn’t matter because his mouth is on you

absolutely loves hearing your sounds, especially if you’re whimpering and whining

hearing you be so needy all for him drives him up the wall

kind of a dumbass sometimes, but can surprisingly lead to amazing sex sometimes

doesn’t realize how everyone ogles him wherever he goes

and he certainly doesn’t realize when other girls are throwing themselves at him

you know he doesn’t intentionally engage, but it’s still hard to not feel jealous watching the interactions

but when he notices you’re jealous… oh boy

he gets SO cocky (like more obnoxious than usual)

“awh, baby, are you jealous?”

“you know i only have eye’s for you”

“want me to prove it?”

and he will

he’d bring your hand to his dick, allowing you to feel how hard he is already

“see what you do to me?”

“this is all yours, baby”

“i’m alllll yours”

and then he’d proceed to fuck you until your legs are shaking, heat burning in your chest from overstimulation

but he makes sure to reassure you that he didn’t even notice the other girls intentions, because the only girl that he cares about is you <3

he’s not the jealous type himself, because he knows there’s no need to be

he trusts you, and he believes you when you tell him how much you love him

however, he does not trust other people

therefore, he is extremely protective of you

he’s honestly into pda

he just loves showing you off any chance he gets

one thing about ace is he will talk you through it

and he’ll hold your hand the whole time too

“yeahhh, there you go, princess”

“mm, there’s my girl”

“go on baby, soak me”

does the tummy push thing

also does the knee thing

goes feral if he sees you in any of his clothes

especially his hat

this is a “save a horse ride a cowboy” relationship

loves to put his weight on you, still being careful not to squish you

he just wants to be as close to you as humanly possible

and he’ll pin your hand’s above your head with one of his, interlacing your fingers

gets super giddy and proud when he fucks you dumb

“look at you, all pretty and fucked out”

“lettin me fuck you dumb, huh? lettin me fuck your brains out?”

“fuck, you can’t even think anymore, can you? feel too good to think, huh pretty girl”

he’s a biter and will sometimes leave marks, but he is not sorry

temperature play perhaps

is a fan of cockwarming

im also an avid believer in gamer bf ace

so he’ll have you just sit on his dick while he’s gaming, feeling you pulse and twitch around him in restraint

every once in a while he’d move his hips just enough to make you gasp, but then back to nothing

if you do move your hips he holds them still, reminding you of your agreement

he’ll make you sit there, almost completely still until you’re pleading and whimpering for him to let you move

“go ahead, pretty girl”

“take what you need”

he will buy you lingerie, and he will lose his mind every time he sees you in something he bought for you

face sitting enthusiast

will say “i love you” during sex at least once

will also probably quote an action movie while balls deep inside of you and completely brush past it like it was nothing

no matter what pace is set, he fucks hard

he’ll lift your legs from around his hips to push them against your chest, because the angle feels so much deeper

he’ll gradually build up speed, just to slow back down when either of you gets too close, to make it last longer

this will go on until you’re begging

“shh, hey, it’s okay baby, i’ve got you”

“just let it build with me, hm? we have all the time in the world”

“promise it’ll feel sooo good”

and when you’ve both evened out your breathing, he smothers you with affection and makes sure to take good care of you

usopp:

he’s a sub, full stop.

tried to dom at first, but it was just not natural to him at all

still will try to act all tough and in control, but he’s in the palm of your hand in seconds every time

more than willing to do anything you ask of him

gets flustered SO easily

will become a total mess from the smallest things

he gets defensive when you tease him, but he secretly really enjoys it

thigh guy

face sitting fan #2

loves kissing you and would do it all day every day if he could

any amount of pleasure you give him will turn him into a babbling mess

he’ll just say anything honestly

“hmm- feels so good”

“pleasepleaseplease-”

“can i kiss you? please let me kiss you-”

little bit of a mommy kink but embarrassed about it

suuuuper reactive

was 100% a virgin before you, so you have to help guide him in the beginning

you also help him discover what he likes and dislikes

he has a massive praise kink

“good boy” has him panting and fisting the sheets

he also really likes your hands

the way you hold his jaw so firmly when you kiss him

or gently squeeze his shaft when you tease him through his boxers

and even how you press your thumb past his lips to stifle his noises as you make him cum in your fist

his moans are whiny and a soft, getting lost in the pleasure

“ohhh- wow”

once his brain is long gone, he honestly doesn’t talk much until he’s getting close

thats when the incoherent stuttering starts back up again

“you’re so- ahh- so good at that”

“don’t stop, don’t stop-”

“i think i’m gonna… i’m cumming”

when he does cum, he’s either whining your name like a broken record, or so fucked out all he can do is pant and gasp and paw at your skin

he’s also a crier when he gets overstimulated

always polite and says thank you <3

asks are open! <3

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sinsofsummers · 10 months

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insatiable

1.3k | marc spector x f!reader

summary: you can never get enough of marc. and marc? he's not complaining. warnings: literally nothing but smut (duh), oral (m receiving), fingering, marc being a little shit, whimpering, begging, masturbation (f), throat-fucking, etc.

Giving Marc head during the worst possible times of his day is your version of fun.

There's nothing quite like the look of unbridled desire that blooms in his eyes every time he sees you sink to your knees in front of him, a pleading smile on your lips..

"Please, baby, I'm busy," he'll always say, as if to protest. But you know he just says it for show; he'll never stop thanking his lucky stars for how desperately insatiable you can be.

Because when your throat feels empty, it feels hollow, and the only thing that can make you return to yourself is his thick, veiny cock stuffed down your throat until your nose brushes the coarse patch of hair at the base.

If he's about to fall asleep? No better bedtime story than the sound of you gagging on the swollen head of his cock touching the back of your throat, your hands splayed on his thighs for balance.

He's on the phone? You'll kneel before him like a zealot bends to pray, and you'll take him into your mouth without a word, hardly even a look into his eyes, while he stifles his moans.

He comes home from another hard day as Moon Knight? You're there for him, ready to pull him down to the bed and let him lose his worries with your mouth around him.

And now? He's just gotten out of the shower, towel draped sinfully low on his hips, his chest a canvas of scars and muscles and droplets of water that still run down the rivets of his stomach.

You've been trying to distract yourself with...well, anything, but that's been awfully hard considering your favorite man is in much need of a relaxing shower. You'd almost gone in with him, but had refrained when you saw the hard look in his eye.

You could be his treat after the shower. Besides, you'd convinced yourself, he needed those quiet moments to come back to himself from a long day.

Of course, the temptation had been so strong that you'd had to resort to sinking your hand into your shorts to keep yourself from interrupting his alone time.

"Look at you," he muses when he steps out of the bathroom, leaning down to drop a kiss on your head. "Keeping yourself busy, I see?"

Your eyes open at the sound of his voice, and you can feel the droplets of water from his hair land on your arm. It cools your hot skin, and your fingers stop circling your clit. "Couldn't help myself," you shrug with a smirk, "what else am I s'posed to do when I know you're just a few feet away, looking as good as you do?"

His smirk remains on his face, but you swear you can see it grow wider when he flits his eyes down to where your hand has disappeared under the soft material of your lounge shorts. "You want something, sweetheart?" he teases, and your face burns.

"Only you," you reply, your voice thick. Pulling your hand from your shorts, you hold out your shining fingers to his mouth, tapping them against his bottom lip before placing them over your tongue, gently sucking your sweet juices from your own fingertips.

"C'mere," you coo. "Wanna taste you, Marc."

It doesn't take much more than that to get him to drop his towel, laying back on the bed with his feet dangling off the edge, just enough to reach the floor. His cock is already half-mast, a delicious challenge for you to conquer. Before you put your mouth over his tip, he reaches out to tug at your waistband. "Lemme see that pretty pussy, baby," he says, his voice always a quiet command. "I wanna hear you play with yourself while you suck my cock."

You bite your lip with a grin and obey. You usually allow him these little requests; it makes him feel like he's in control for the few minutes before you've got him writhing and whimpering beneath you.

With one hand on your clit, rubbing rhythmic circles on your bundle of nerves, breathy moans dropping from your lips, you lift your eyes to his and open your mouth, taking him softly.

At first. You like to watch his lips quiver as he tries to hold in the desperate moans. No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Marc's moans remain loud and plentiful, turning into an unforgettable chorus of whines when you inevitably take him down to the base of his cock.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, throwing his arm over his face. "You know just how to make me feel better, honey. That's it, fuck—"

His voice catches when you moan around him, the vibrations stiffening his cock in an instant. Your throat is deliciously full, and you hollow your cheeks for a moment, sucking hard and fast to watch him crumble to pieces.

Now you've got him where you want him.

"Do I make you feel good, Marc?" you ask sweetly when you lift your mouth from him for a moment's reprieve.

It's all he can do to nod, a whine squeezing its way from his throat. "Always so good, doll," he heaves, his hips straining up from the bed. "I wanna—please—"

You dip your tongue down and swirl it gently around his tip, lapping up the precum with an appreciative moan. "Ask nicely, baby," you tease him, your hand curling around his length and delivering a courteous, languid stroke.

His hips stutter. "More, please," he breathes. "Wanna fuck your throat. Please."

For a moment, you pause to look at him. He looks absolutely wrecked. You've never gotten him this desperate so quickly. "And you say I'm insatiable," you murmur. "Come on, Marc. Fuck my throat. Play with me how you want."

His hands come down to the back of your head with almost no warning but a, "thank fuck," and then your eyes are squeezing shut as he plants his feet to the ground, bucking his hips faster and harder into your mouth, watching your hair fall into your eyes.

"That's it, baby," he mutters, and you relish in the deep gravelly tone that his voice takes. "Want me to come down this pretty throat?"

You can't even reply; his hips don't stop until his groans grow louder, and longer, and his hands grip your hair in tight fists, nearly pulling it out from the roots. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well," he hums. "Gonna come, baby, gonna—"

He loses all coherence when he comes, and it's music to your ears as his hips stutter once more before falling back to the bed, his hands still pulling you to the base of his cock as he pulses, painting the walls of your throat with his release.

When he loosens his grip, you lift your head and swallow, swiping a finger under your lip to catch any drops that might have fallen. Nothing but a smug chuckle passes your lips.

"What?" he asks, his chest heaving and lined in a sheen of sweat.

Your hand returns to your core, having removed it when he was fucking your throat. "Nothing," you say, feigning innocence. "It's just..."

His lips curl up. "Lemme take care of you, baby," he says with a hand reaching for you. Despite his fatigue, his arms are strong as he pulls you up on the bed. "Wanna return the favor," he murmurs, and his hands find your hips, pulling you to straddle his chest.

"Yeah?" you tease, and you can't help but wonder how fucked out the both of you look. No doubt your hair is knotted beyond belief, and with the way he's tugging you closer to his face, making your sopping core hover over his mouth, you're sure it'll be quite a bit longer before the two of you can clean up.

He nods feverishly with a devil's smirk and looks down at your clit, just inches from his nose. "How else would I say thank you?"

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retroellie · 10 months

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Submissive VS. Dominant daryl

Summary: How daryl dixon is like when he's submissive and dominate

A/N: I finally got a new laptop period and this was my first fic written on it so period. This does suck and I apologize but I've been nothing but busy these last few days omfg. Enjoy <3

Warnings: NSFW, mommy kink, submissive/dominate Daryl, Blowjobs

Word count: 1K

Submissive

-First off, I’m a firm believer that Daryl Dixon is a switch… like girl it’s proven asf

-His submissive moments are a lot rarer than his dominant moments just because he's a rough man okay, he likes to be in control

-It does take a while for you to completely break him down and make him comfortable enough to be a bottom but when he does… oh lawd

-He whimpers a lot when he the bottom, he will whimper out the most disgusting things ever

-“wanna cum in you…”

-“please, I wanna touch you..”

-“Can I eat your pussy… please?”

- He changes into a completely different person and you get such a power rush from it

-His favorite position when he’s submissive is you riding him, he loves it especially when you wrap your hands around his throat

-yeah… umm he likes to be choked in his submissive moments, not too hard but he likes the feeling of it

-One time you actually were able to get him in handcuffs, both his hands cuffed to the bedpost as he sprawled out naked in front of you

-he was beat red, whimpering for you to either let him go or just fuck him silly

-You played with him, giving him feather light touches to his cock as he cried out for you

- He likes being told what to do, meaning you have to tell him where to put his hands or where to put his mouth, how hard to fuck you ect ect

-But a lot of the times you like to tease him, telling him to use his words even if he doesn’t want too

-You gag him with your panties too often… but shit, he can’t deny he loves the taste of them

-He loves the pet names you have for him, like good boy, baby boy, and even you calling him your little fuck toy

-It feels weird at first for Daryl to be so submissive because usually with anything… he’s in charge. Plus he feels so weird being such a big man but being such a slut for a person like you

-But you say down with the gender roles and fuck the ”rules” to being a bottom

-You slowly got him into being okay with it like I said, but now he feels less weird with it

-He loves watching you touch yourself, like he loves watching your fingers disappear within you but he can’t do anything about it

-Okay hear me out y'all, Daryl definitely calls you mommy…. It’s rare but he does

-This maybe my mommy kink popping out but girl he definitely lets it slip sometimes, especially when his breeding kink is on full display

-“God fuck… m-mommy!”

-it sounded so pathetic coming out of his mouth that you had to let him bust his load right then and there

-Face riding is a must :)

-He will let you ride his face for hours, pushing your hips down further on his face even if you're scared you’ll suffocate him.

-He’s super soft with it though, like he’s needy and he’ll hold you down while lapping at your cunt but he’ll make sure he’s not squeezing you too hard or reach up to hold your hand as you balance on him

Dominant

-okay so we all know this man is dominate, he likes to be in control

-he’s rough and hard with you when he’s in a dominant mind set, he will quite literally fuck your into the mattress

-He likes doggy style so he can slap your ass or pull your hair

-Speaking of spankings… he fucking loves them <3

-He doesn’t want to encourage you to be a brat but he lowkey does just so he can go home and spank you

-He likes bending you over his lap, sliding his fingers between your thighs before forcing his hand down on your soft ass

-“gonna be a good girl? Or do you need more?”

-“I-I’ll be good… I promise.”

-He gets so rough that he will need a safe word, the safe word is important period but especially when he’s feeling super dominant

-He loves toys!!! Like vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, whips

-He’ll get so excited to go home and present you what he picked up on a run

-He takes teasing to another level, like a whole other level to the point he’s damn near fucking you in front of others

-You’ll be sitting on his lap in front of the fire next to everyone in the group, but his fingers are deep inside you

-One time you gave him a blow job right in front of Rick and Rick wasn’t even aware of it. Like you were underneath the table sucking him off as Daryl held so tightly in your hair

- He likes to fuck you on his motorcycle, like he’ll have you sit on his lap while on his motorcycle as his cock is deep inside you or have you bent over it while he takes you from behind

-Cock warming is something he does often, like he’ll have you sit on his lap for hours and if you move he’ll make you stay there longer

-I said this before but I don’t think Daryl likes to be called daddy, like I feel like it makes him a little uncomfortable. If you call him it, he won’t mind obviously but it’s not his favorite thing

-He likes you calling him by his name but if you're in the mood for a little more humph, he wouldn’t mind you calling him sir or something dominant like that

-Mostly he likes being the one to call you names, he likes to make it so you can’t speak so your words don’t mean much in the moment

-He really likes your boobs, i think he's definitely a boob kinda guy so he will leave so many marks on them as he's deep inside of you

-His favorite thing to do to you is tie you up, watching as you squirm underneath him... begging him to fuck you silly but you can't beg him properly since you are so overstimulated and far too horny to get words out.

-In the moment he's super rough but afterwards he has the urge to take care of you and make sure you are okay... he's not a complete monster in bed I promise!!

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x reader

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selfishdoll · 6 months

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❛how they like to eat you out...❜ ━━ ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, & fushiguro toji.

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 SUMMARY. ━━ self explanatory fr. just small drabbles about them eating you out.

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 CONTENT WARNING. ━━ ooc characters, mature themes, oral sex, slight mention of anal play (toji’s part), pet names, slightly mean dom for kashimo & toji, etc. if i forgot something tell me!

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 NOTE. ━━ gege literally whispered in my ear all his adult male characters are munches.. so don’t shoot the messenger 🤷🏾‍♀️. also this is messy & i’m sorry, excuse typos & grammar mistakes. and another note geto’s was so hard to describe so if it’s confusing i’m sorry.

KASHIMO HAJIME.

a basic man, he likes you on your back spread— holding your own legs. the way your nails dig into your pudgy flesh, struggling to keep them open whilst his feasts away between them gets him relied up. it doesn’t help the man will literally stop if they so much as touch his ears. no matter how close you are, no matter how much you’re begging for a release, the second they touch him; he stops

“come on sweetheart.. you wanna come right? just keep your legs open for me.”

GOJO SATORU.

he is not called the strongest for nothing, and always likes to remind you of this. meaning, he prefers to eat you out against a wall. no matter how much you you weigh or how heavy you think you are, if he wants you; you’re up against a wall in seconds. maybe he’s kneeling like you’re a goddess, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls your thighs onto his shoulders. or maybe he’s standing at his full 190 cm, ignoring your worried pleas. satoru would never admit how much that turns him on; your hands grabbing at his hair, thighs squeezing as adorable moans and gasps escaped you— all while begging to be put down. of course if you really want to, he’ll do it. most times however, you’re being difficult, worried about hurting him.

“just grab onto me, princess— ‘m not gonna drop you. see? that’s it.. just let me do all the work, pretty girl.”

GETO SUGURU.

a difficult position. upside down. the man sitting, your back and ass touching his stomach and shoulders, knees brushing the bed. why is this difficult ass position his favorite? well, mostly because he can see your face. the way your eyebrows crease together each time he drags his wet, thick muscle between your folds; delicately wrapping his lips around your clit just to have you whine and moan. how embarrassed you get when he points out little things to you, like how your hole is clenching around nothing or how wet you are. it’s sick the way he makes you watch yourself come all over his face, how greedy your pussy looks asking for more of his mouth. the man likes to tease you, and found this method as perfect.

“look at that baby.. see how fucking greedy you are for me?.. ah— don’t get shy, pretty girl. “

NANAMI KENTO.

after a long day of work and gojo satoru, nanami wants nothing more then to be smothered by you. literally. it’s not rare the man will simply lay on his back after a hot shower, upper half unclothed whilst his simply pats his chest. the first time you were a little confused, only for his hands to grab your waist, pulling you over to hover above his face. doesn’t care for your worried whining or concerns. ( what if i��m too heavy ken? ) will coax you with gentle squeezes and rubs on your ass, pleading between your legs just to sit your pretty self right on his face. when you finally do, he’s breathing happily, arms tight around you so you can’t move an inch. despite your thighs closed around his head and how little he can breathe, he’s taking his time with you. tongue moving as if exploring you for the first time, loving the way your fingers mess up and grip at his hair. thick muscle rubbing your little clit raw, he’s in no rush to lift you off. you, most times, have to make the decision for the both of you. much to his dismay.

“i didn’t ask if you were heavy, princess. just take a seat, please. sit, all the way down. wanna feel every single inch of you.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI.

another man that loves to tease and lowkey embarrass you. meaning, he’s eating you out from behind. loves to spank you when you squirm, enjoys watching the way you glance back at him, the beautiful whines and moans that escape you. each time you attempt to move away he’s pulling you back into his face, tongue and lips never detaching from your messy cunt. will pull back, grab your cheeks and spread, just to get a wider view of you. will say something snarky, borderline mean, just to see you whine and reach back to swat at him. don’t do that, cause then he’ll definitely spank you. hard. a little note to add if you’re up for it, he will sink a thumb into your other hole, and just keep it there.

“drippin’ all over the fucking bed, it feels that good doesn’t it? so messy, baby. gonna have you lick it all up later.”

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l0v3tast3 · 11 months

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plz write a lil something for pervy older bf! toji <3

i got halfway through writing this and then decided i didn't like it and started all over so that's why this took awhile lmao but i loved writing this ＼(≧▽≦)／ i love nasty mean but in a nice way toji he's just so. mwah he's so hot i'd let him mooch off of me

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, age gap (reader is 18/19 + toji is late 30s/early 40s), public s3x, toys, edging, size difference, size kink, toji records n takes pics of u, praise kink, degradation, toji uses ur underwear as a gag, bondage, overstimulation, lil bit of obsessive!toji

✎ word count: 1.3k words (not proofread)

masterlist | requests

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who takes you out on dates just to show you off. you'll whine about how people always stare at the two of you and give you judgmental looks, but toji just shushes you and tells you to put on a pretty dress.

✧ ˖ ° he always makes sure you get a booth in the back of the restaurant and takes his phone out as soon as you're both seated. dinner always starts with him opening the app that controlled the vibrator that keeps nudging against your clit, but he only turns it on when your server comes to talk to you (unless there's a booth next to you with people in it, then he tortures you with it).

✧ ˖ ° of course toji doesn't make you cum with it, not for the entire time he drags out dinner. "so impatient to leave, do y'not wanna spend time with me, doll? we're havin' such a good time right now! hm, wha'd'ya think, should we get dessert? they have that cake you like, look!" he watches you squirm with a smile, pretending he's oblivious to your little whines and pleading eyes.

✧ ˖ ° once you're finally done he nearly shoves you into the backseat of his car, pulling you over his lap, pressing his hand flat over your back to keep you lying down. your little dress is hiked up and underwear pushed to the side. the vibrator falls onto his lap while he shoves two thick fingers into you, leaning down to speak in a hushed, condescending tone.

✧ ˖ ° "ya just can't shut up, can ya princess? poor bastard had a fuckin' hard-on the second he saw your face. heh, can't blame him, i got such a pretty baby. y'just can't cover up how you're feelin', do i gotta start trainin' you on how to be quiet? that'd be fun, wouldn't it?"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who's camera roll is mostly pictures and videos taken of him fucking you, fingering you, you dressed up for him, you trying to suck his dick... any way he has ever had you, he has something to remember it with (he will literally delete apps to make more storage for you).

✧ ˖ ° he loves it when you get camera shy; he thinks it's adorable and showers you in praise while he tells you to smile around the fingers he shoves in your mouth. whenever you even look like you think the pictures and videos won't look good, he carries you over to the nearest mirror and fucks you in front of it until you admit just how gorgeous you are. it delights toji that that's your biggest problem with it, not that he had unending amounts of porn with you as the star on his phone.

✧ ˖ ° there's videos of everything. his favorites are the ones where you're absolutely brainless, covered in sweat and his cum, your pretty makeup ruined with tears and smeared on the sheets. toji always makes sure his phone picks up the obscene noises of his dick driving in and out of you while you arch your back and weakly press your hands against his abs. "so beautiful like this f'me, all for me, my little girl, y'gonna cum again? fuck- haa, c'mon princess, cum all over my cock, shit! so fuckin' tight, y'look so pretty cumming all over my cock, think this is the best one we got yet!"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who occasionally shows up at your window in the middle of night, jamming himself through it while you're whisper-shouting that your parents are asleep down the hall. he's already got his hands on you, though, and it doesn't take long before he's balling up your underwear and shoving it into your mouth, already having you on the floor so he can eat you out. whenever you get too noisy he'll stop, pinching your thigh or your ass and asking you if you really wanted your parents to find a man the same age as them fucking you with his tongue.

✧ ˖ ° and he isn't nice when he finally buries himself balls deep in you, either. he'll flip you over and lift you by your neck until you're kneeling with your back pressed into his chest. one hand covers your entire lower face, making sure to muffle the whiny moans you can't help letting out, while the other goes down to your clit to rub tight circles into it.

✧ ˖ ° there's always a tiny bit of panic in the way you claw at his unyielding arms because toji always faces you straight towards your door (which, of course, doesn't lock). he finds it just so darling how you lean your head back to look up at him with a mix of worry and overwhelming pleasure. he just grins and coos down at you, patting his fingers against your cheek a little too roughly.

✧ ˖ ° "'s okay sweetie, y'just gotta be quiet f'me, can ya do that? gonna be a good little girl, right? hm, what, is rubbin' your clit too much? i don't care, sweetie, you're gonna take what i give ya. hah, really gonna cum already? pussy's already so fuckin' wet, they're gonna wake up just from me fuckin' ya, princess!"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who practically has you move in with him. he just loves his pretty baby so much, he wants to be around you all the time! he'll keep you for days at a time, making you lie to your parents about being with different friends (he makes you sit in his lap and fingers you while you're on the phone with them).

✧ ˖ ° it's not kidnapping, per say, but every time you mention going home you somehow end up with your hands tied to his headboard. if he suspects you're still even thinking about leaving, he edges you for nearly an hour until you're crying, promising him you won't leave through whines and hiccups.

✧ ˖ ° he'll leave indents of his teeth in your soft skin as he comes up to you, his titan-sized body blocking you from seeing or feeling anything else but him as he starts pushing into you. the smile that spreads across his face when you nearly cum as his balls pressed into your ass is just sadistic, even more so as he watches you squirm and struggle against your bindings.

✧ ˖ ° "aw, poor baby, y'want me to untie your hands? y'wanna touch me? i don't think ya deserve to, y'were so mean, sayin' ya wanted to leave. really hurt my feelings, princess," he says, cupping your face and rubbing the tears from your cheeks. his hips are moving back and forth so slowly, just slow enough that it keeps you right on the edge, and his grin nearly hurts as he looks down at your glazed eyes and bitten lips. "think ya deserve to now, sweetie? did ya learn your lesson?"

✧ ˖ ° toji listens to you babble apologies, "'m gonna be- be good, promise toji- ah-h, promise, i promise, please!" over and over until he decides to take pity on you. he'll draw his hips back one more time being he's slamming into you, sitting up so he can grip onto your thighs as leverage to fuck into you roughly. you're cumming in seconds, body spasming as your eyes roll back and every part of you is overwhelmed by the behemoth of a man using your body as a fucktoy.

✧ ˖ ° he won't stop until you nearly pass out, stuffing load after load of thick cum into your abused pussy and berating you when it spills out. at the end of it all, when he's coming down from his last high and you're coming back to semi-consciousness, he'll kiss your forehead and murmur that he hopes you learned your lesson.

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x female reader #reader insert #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #— lilly writes! ♡

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noxxchive · 1 month

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mwah what up dawg can i requests dazai with a s/o whos very immature like laughs at the wrong time, whos laughs at inapporiate jokes and pranks kunikida. :33

YAHOOO hello hi hey anon!! TY for the request ehhehe MUA also dazai is so silly i wanna put him in a microwave *having a near death stroke*

✦ Dazai with an immature S/O ✦

♫ Walking On A Dream - Empire Of The Sun

✧ warnings : gn reader・ bad writing・slight hint at suggestive jokes・dazai being dazai (what else is new)・crack?・fluff??? (what the fuck is this help…)

✧ summary : some headcanons (my brain is fried) + you and zaza Dazai are a tad bit silly together at the agency instead of workin

w/c : 1K-ish

Youuuu two are pretty much the cause of Kunikida's daily headaches…

…though it's not just Kunikida losing his mind at this point, with both you and Dazai matching each other's energy, the whole agency is praying for peace every day.

Dazai feels prideful when he gets to get a little laugh out of you, it's easy for you to laugh at things and he finds it adorable

Your laughs and giggles feed his ego TRUST

His favorite moments are when you both seem to read each other's mind, later going back and forth between your ideas of how to annoy Kunikida

Both end up getting scolded and lectured by him, and in a worst-case scenario, he forces the two of you to sit as far apart from each other as possible while dumping piles of paper on your desks.

Your laughs also make him burst out laughing as well no matter how unfunny or serious the situation can be

With his way of wording things and your humor combined, it’s impossible for you to not snicker when he says the most normal things

“Dazai can you over real quick—” “I’m coming!” “…….that’s what she said LMFAOOOO”

A hundred percent made you laugh so much once that your stomach AND jaw were hurting

Dazai is silly, so it’s only fair he gets an ALSO silly s/o

…Today was unexpectedly boring. No special cases, no special encounters with the infamous port mafia… no special anything. Just paperwork. The only way to entertain yourself—and slack off from dealing with the paperwork and reporting on earlier cases—was to cause a little bit of chaos. The awkward silence throughout the agency’s office was killing you anyways…

You took a quick glance at Dazai who was sitting across the room and laying his chin on his desk, half asleep and bored out of his mind. He was quick to notice you looking at him and returned your gaze with his shit eating grin. The one that meant ‘nothing but trouble™’.

Your lips parted slightly to mouth the words ‘I’m bored’ to him, but Dazai was already spinning around in his office chair and wheeling his way closer to Kunikida’s desk.

“Heeeeey Kunikida~ So, you see, me and y/n are a teensy bit bored and I was wo-”

“Get the hell back to work, Dazai.”

The blond grumbled in frustration, not even raising his head from the monitor screen in front of him. His hands typed into the computer with speed, making a continuous clicking sound. Kunikida then paused, fixed his glasses and turned his head to you.

“…You too, y/n.”

He added, speaking in a much less annoyed tone than when he talked to Dazai. He immediately went back to working. The brunette sighed, getting back to his desk with a pout. Though, you knew that he was way too bored to have mercy on Kunikida today—or literally any other day.

Yanking one of the forms put aside on his desk in a swift motion, Dazai carefully turned it into a paper plane. He continued doing so until nearly half the pile of papers was gone and paper plane-ified. You raised your head from your own work and watched in amusement.

“Oh? You knew origami and didn’t tell me? Wow, ‘samu, can’t believe you’ve been keeping such great talent a secret from me!” You giggled, clutching your chest to add onto your dramatic act while spinning your office chairs’ way closer to Dazai. He grinned, busy adding the finishing touches to his 30th paper plane, “Oh I can do much more than some silly origami stuff, trust me on that.”

A chuckle escaped from your lips, loud enough for Dazai’s ears to catch it and smile with pride. He was so focused that he had even piqued Atsushi and Kyouka’s interest—along with Ranpo stealing glances from time to time.

You had long begun to help him with whatever he was scheming, making a few paper planes of your own and dropping the 45th? 54th? Whatever number paper plane onto his desk. While both of you were busy with your paper plane making, Kunikida’s laptop slammed shut; though neither you nor Dazai heard it or the sound of him stomping his way to the two of you. Dazai snickered while you counted the paper planes he’d made, going back and forth with the numbers as you kept losing count.

“Goddammit Dazai, stop distracting me! Unless you want to count all this yourself…” You grumbled and playfully smacked him in the head with the plane you were holding. He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Kunikida cleared his throat.

It made you both sink into your seats, slowly turning to face him—arms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot.

“Dazai. Y/n. May I ask what you’re doing? It’s not work as far as I’m concerned.”

Kunikida’s tone was surprisingly calm… the calm before the storm, you thought. Dazai, completely nonchalant about Kunikida’s presence, held one of the paper planes up and above his own head and grinned.

“Entertaining ourselves since boredom is ought to kill us~ Why do you ask?”

Out of curiosity, you decided to unfold one of the planes to take a look at it’s contents. Your vision blurred for a second once you realized what all that paperwork that you had turned into planes actually was… While Dazai was busy showing off the paper plane he had in hand to Kunikida, you desperately tugged on his sleeve, tapped his shoulder, shook his hand, anything to get him to stop talking.

“Dazai… have you even taken a look at what those papers were about?” Kunikida cut Dazai off, brows furrowed.

“Hmm? Oh, no not really! What’re they fo—”

“They’re all boss’ notes and reports…”

You whispered to him in a shaky voice, eyes still glued to Fukuzawa’s signature at the bottom of the crumpled piece of paper.

“Handwritten notes and reports.”

All three of you turned your head to Ranpo, who was fiddling around with a bag of chips, struggling to get it open.

“Those are all handwritten by him. He left them on Dazai’s desk not expecting anyone to touch them, knowing that he barely—almost never works… Just thought I’d let you know.”

A long pause. Ranpo then turned his chair around and aside from his faint chewing, the silence in the office had become deafening…

“…Wow, nice work, detective Dazai Osamu…” You mocked, eyebrows knitted together.

“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus like thaaaaat, you helped too! So cruel of you, bella…”

Dazai gave you a dramatic ‘hmph!’ and awkwardly turned to Kunikida—who was practically shaking in fury—with a sheepish smile, throwing the paper plane at his head followed by a nervous laughter.

“Nowwww before you do or say anything, Kunikida-kun~ In my defens-”

“…DazaaAAAIIII—!!!”

p.s : its been awhile since ive written and actually posted it so this is a bit wonky I KNOW im not this ass at writing please spare my life i have a wife and kids…

#𓂃⊹⁺༉ noxie one shots #bsd dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x male reader #dazai x gn reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #bsd x male reader #bsd x gn reader

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luckyyluka · 5 months

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Tomorrow

Shayne Topp x gn!reader

Summary: You're playing Love Is Blind for a Smosh video, and you seem to have more similarities than you thought with someone else at the table...

Requested: "A Shayne fic, based on the last games video? Love is blind where reader is part of cast or crew and trying to answer all the questions to get Shayne?????" from Anonymous !

Notes: NO use of y/n. AN - I hope I did this justice! I personally really do Not like how it turned out, but I worked on this for literally days trying to fix it, i thought about re-doing it but I just really couldn't figure out how to put into words the vision I had :/ But I hope you guys like it atleast! I thought that maybe I'm just being my own worst critic right now, so I figured I'd just post it and see where it leads.

Please let me know what you think! And my inboxes are always open if you have any other requests, any thoughts, or just wanna chat :)

Credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

Trigger Warnings: None.

it was one video.

one stupid little video.

but it changed everything.

courtney dragged you from your desk chair and over to the studio. "i'm not even scheduled to be in this video, court!" you protested.

"yes you are! there's been a change of plans," they said with a smile, "amanda can't make it, so you're filling in!"

you groaned, "okay, okay!" you pulled away from her with your hands up, showing that you wouldn't run if she let you go.

the smosh games table was surrounded. angela, empty seat, arasha, chanse, spencer, empty seat, and shayne. you and courtney took your seats, filling the two unoccupied chairs - yours between chanse and shayne, and courtney's between angela and arasha. you gasped when you saw the cards on the table.

"love is blind! this is one of my favorite games!" you said happily. everybody giggled and you didn't miss the way shayne curled his lips up at you with that sweet smile of his.

"okay, let's get started. before we start the video, does everybody know how to play this game?" courtney asked the table. everybody nodded. all of us had already played at one point or another when hanging around at the office.

they gave us the signal that we were recording, and courtney didn't hesitate to start the video.

"i'm here to find love. and we all are here to find love," courtney began, almost awkwardly. "have you watched love is blind? no? doesn't matter. we're gonna play it today and we're gonna show you what love is all about," she said with purpose, despite slurring their words just a bit. they continued on to explain how the game works to the audience.

you couldn't help that your eyes kept wandering to shayne, and you hoped it wouldn't be too obvious, atleast to the camera. but shayne knew you. and he met your gaze every time he caught you staring. he smiled at you. sometimes even giggled a bit. one time, he had even winked, which got a big laugh out of you. the outburst had gotten you in trouble, though, so he made a mental note to not do that in the middle of a video again... despite how much it amused him.

this time, however, he was all in. he mouthed words to you that you weren't sure you translated correctly.

i am... going to... marry.... chanse...?

well, maybe you were right on that one. he would pull something goofy like that for a video, no doubt.

part of you was tempted to bite back, foil his plan and convince chanse to marry you instead... but you decided to see how the game starts before figuring out your game plan.

once courtney had finished the intro of the video, you spoke up, "i'm so ready to be married," you looked around the table, the faces of your friends all ready to play the game, "i'm just, like, ready to meet... the one, you know?" you exaggerated a smile.

"he's out there," arasha responded with a nod.

"or she," you added.

"or they," chanse blurted out with a happy-go-lucky smile on his face.

"this is so exciting," angela clasped her hands together and repeated, "this is so exciting."

"i like that you did that twice," courtney pointed at angela, and angela pointed back with a nod.

"so who are our contestants today?" courtney smiled as they looked around.

before anybody else could speak, chanse went ahead with his introduction. "hi, i'm chanse. i'm twenty-two years old." okay, so we're going for characters today. "i'm here to find love, i'm looking for someone to laugh with," his smile stayed wide as he spoke, "i'm looking for someone who i don't get into fights with, we do not yell," he stated.

"good luck, honey," angela laughed, and so did the rest of the table. all except shayne, who seemed to be... getting into character? maybe?

but to your surprise, he was the first to speak up next. "hi, i'm shayne. i'm thirty-two, and i work in d-" he stuttered, "digital media." he flashed a goofy side smile, the same ones that guys make when they're trying too hard to flirt.

he continues, "and i do believe that love is blind... i've had a lot of bad luck in the past, but you know..." he chuckles, "that's okay. that's - it's... not my fault," he gives an almost painful smile to the camera.

"oh -" courtney replies, shocked. the rest of you laugh.

"it's okay," shayne repeats, but this time, he mimics putting eyedrops in his eyes. everybody cheers with a little more laughter, "it's just... it's just been really hard," shayne continues before laughing along.

aside from the dramatics, you noticed that shayne didn't seem to be playing a part like chanse was. you'll investigate that later...

soon, courtney changes the subject, deciding it was time for her to introduce herself next. "hi, i'm courtney," they say in an excitable tone, "i'm twenty-one years old," she giggles.

another character.

"i have been dating for too long," she says as she explains that she's ready to settle down.

"incredible," angela slurs her words as she holds up the wine glass in front of her. a character.

finally, you introduce yourself. you give your real age instead of a fake one, but you hadn't decided just yet if there was any character you'd be playing.

next, angela held up her empty wine glass again, "hey, i'm angela, i was the one who was overserved by a couple of p.a.'s in the back," she slurs. "i work in media digital, and i also have a fabric brand that i'm trying to soft launch..." she smiles as she fakes intoxication, "but i'm here for love!" she clarifies..

"hey everybody, my name's arasha," the spotlight shifts over to arasha, who speaks in a sickly sweet tone of voice, "i'm twenty... just turned twenty," she smiles innocently.

"okay, she's the youngest at the table," you say tauntingly. arasha gives you a look that says 'watch it,' but you only giggle in response. "also, you can't drink, someone take that wine glass away from her!" you point across the table accusingly.

angela attempts to reach over, but feigns drunkenness and can't seem to reach the glass in time. arasha swipes it, "we're filming this in europe," she clarifies loudly. all of you give each other looks that say 'we are not letting that slide' as you laugh together.

arasha continues in the same exaggerated voice she was once using before, "i work in graphic design, and i do believe that love is gay."

you, chanse, and courtney all gasp before laughing along, "it's blind," chanse says loudly.

"excuse me," arasha apologizes as she sits up straight.

now that introductions were finally out of the way, angela decides to start the game. she reads from the first card she picked up. "'what might be on your bucket list? a, climbing mount. everest. b, starting a family. c, becoming financially independent.'"

"you sound hot, arasha says to angela, as if she can't see her... like there's wall blocking the two of them from seeing each other. "are you sleepy?"

instead of responding, angela just says, "the ros�� they have in the girl's room is crazy!"

"that's not rose, honey," you say to angela, and courtney continues, "that's toilet water..."

arasha and shayne laugh along as chanse organizes the cards on the table again. as he does so, angela speaks in her own voice again, not the overexaggerated drunk voice, which proves her to be sober in case her acting was a little too convincing. "my favorite on this show is the difference between the girl's rooms and the boy's rooms, where the girls are always journaling and doing yoga, while the boys are always playing pool."

courtney agrees, "always playing pool!" they exclaim, and arasha nods her head in agreement.

you look over to shayne, laughing to yourselves as you acknowledge that neither of you have watched the show... and might possibly be the only two here who haven't.

finally, angela flips over her card to get the game back on track. "i voted for financially independent," she announces as her card has a large c in the middle.. she flips over five more cards, all from the rest of you, and reads them aloud.

c, b, c, b, b. one point with chanse. one point with shayne.

courtney and arasha raise their hands as they twirl their hair, letting angela know that they matched with her. you, however, placed a b, meaning that you voted for starting a family.

when you go to grab your card from the middle, shayne goes to grab his at the same time. your hands brush against each other, reflexively looking at each other before you quickly averted your gaze to look anywhere else but him.

as chanse grabs his card, his voice lowers about three octaves as he says, "i care about families..."

shayne continues his joke, "i'm vin diesel, i care about family." and the three of you laugh together, while the other three at the table don't seem to be listening.

"okay but what about mount. everest?"

"that's stupid," shayne says as the others talk.

"climb it!" arasha says again.

"are you sure?" courtney asks arasha.

"that's fucking stupid," shayne says again, and you laugh with him, both of you looking at each other with creased eyes and big smiles, while everybodies attention seemed to be on angela.

"you guys ever heard of the climb by miley cyrus?" arasha announces, which brings more laughter from you and shayne, while also getting some giggles from the rest of the table as well.

moving on, arasha grabs a new card and begins to read it out loud, "'how often do you read? a, do articles online count? b, i pick up my book, but end up watching tv. c, i'm a total bookworm.'"

once everybody makes their decisions and puts their cards down, arasha continues. "i have to tell you the truth, i pick up my book..." she turns her card over to reveal a giant b on the face of it, "but i end up watching tv."

everybody gasps, and chanse turns his card over to show another b. "i also pick up my book, but end up watching tv..."

courtney repeats the line again as she flips her card to show yet another b, then follows angela as she slurs on her words a bit, also adding in a little mention of her fabric company.

finally, you flip your card to show a c, something different than the others had, and say, "i love reading, what can i say," you smile.

shayne flips his card to show a letter matching yours, "i also love reading. i read a lot," he flashes a smug smirk on his face.

second point with shayne.

"what's your fabric?" courtney asks angela.

angela responds with a name she just made up in her head, '1-800-fabrik-girlie', then proceeds to double down that she's only here for love.

arasha looks to the camera, and as if it's a confessional, and says, "honestly, if i have to hear about the fabric one more time, i'm going to lose my shit. also, this girl consistently drinks toilet water."

everybody laughs, then angela straightens up and plays her confessional. "if i have to hear this girl brag about being the youngest here again, i'm going to lose my mind. also, she doesn't know i'm putting tequila in the toilet water."

without skipping a beat, shayne turns to face the camera for yet another confessional. "i can't see them but i can tell that they're all idiots."

the group of you laugh together, and you fall into shayne with your head on his shoulder as giggles escape you. he almost embraces it before he can think. he loved your laugh, he loved when you doubled over, hiding your face in his shoulder or at his chest while he laughed along with you.

but you were filming, and this wasn't a time where he could test how far he could go when touching you. normally, he'd put his arm around you, pull you in closer, tease you while you laughed. maybe he'd even trace his fingers along your arm and see if he can feel the chills rise on your skin in response. and he usually could.

the video continued on, and you laughed with the rest of the group, but what stood out to you were the little moments you and shayne had when nobody else was paying attention. the jokes and jabs you both would say. when nobody else was listening, atleast shayne would be.

a while into the game and courtney was proposing to angela. everybody checked their points out loud, and when it came time for you to read yours, you realized that you had a whole ten points with shayne, whereas you only had a maximum of seven with the others. shayne also noticed this, but gave it a few more rounds before deciding how to proceed with his game.

a few more questions pass by, and after getting another two out of three points aligned with you, shayne stood up.

"i would like to propose," shayne said dramatically. everybody gasped. your first thought was chanse. after all, he did say he was going to before the game even started. and shayne was never one to be too serious. you looked next to you, smiling at chanse... but shayne didn't say his name. he said yours.

quickly, you turned around to shayne where he was already on his feet, ring in hand, ready to get down on one knee.

as much as it made your little heart actually do flips, you kept your cool, gasping exaggeratingly for the sake of the video. "me?" you exclaimed with a beaming smile.

you got up and fluttered over to shayne, "well i'll be, this can't be true! mother, i've found me a male suitor," you looked somewhere behind the camera, waving to your imaginary mother in the crowd.

shayne winced with a laugh, as the rest of the group exaggerated their oooh's and ahhhh's.

finally, he knelt down on one knee and held up a plastic ring with both hands. he called your name, "will you marry me?" he asked dramatically.

you felt the blush that tried to creep onto your face. 'it's just a video,' you reminded yourself. but that only helped so much. you laughed, nodding in response. "oh, by golly! i'm getting married!" you said as if you were a woman on a 60's black and white television show. you curtsied your imaginary dress and let shayne place the ring on your finger.

"24 karat," shayne said as if he was trying to convince you, and you giggled.

"i wouldn't have accepted if it wasn't," you winked, playing as if you were only after the money.

the rest of the video played out as can be expected, with lots of jokes, laughs, some yelling and screaming, and more.

when everybody started to pack up to head home for the evening, shayne found you fairly quickly.

"hey..."

you looked up at him, "hey," you smiled sweetly.

"the video, uh... it was fun," he started awkwardly.

shit, what happened? you must have done something wrong. fuck. abandon ship, abandon ship!

but you only nodded, "yeah."

"well i was, um, thinking... i mean, i know it's just some silly card game, but the way we kept getting the same answers so many times got me thinking..."

you stopped putting things into your bag and stood up, finally coming face to face with him. "what?" you asked, urging for him to continue.

"i just mean.. well, i've never felt more myself than when i'm with you. it's been like that for a while, but i didn't really let myself think about it for too long... until now. and i've always had this feeling of wanting to be closer to you, i guess? and... ah, fuck," he tried to continue, but gave up. he couldn't seem to find the right words.

you were about to speak up, to encourage him to keep going, that he was doing great. but before you could, his hand rested on your waist and he gently pulled you towards him. his lips met yours and your hands went up to meet the sides of his face. his other hand met the other side of your waist, and the feeling of his thumb brushing over your almost-exposed skin where your shirt began to ride up sent shivers down your spine.

when you finally pulled away, his lips followed yours before he finally pulled himself away, too. your eyes met, and you couldn't help but notice how pretty his eyes were - especially from where you currently stood - and you never wanted to be further away from them than this ever again.

your foreheads rested against each other when shayne finally broke the comfortable silence, "can i maybe take you on a date sometime, my fair lady?" he poked fun at the 60's television woman that you played earlier.

you giggled. "i'd love that," you smiled before kissing him again.

"let's hurry, i've got to go and tell momma before it gets too dark out! oh, she'll be worried sick!" you feigned, grabbing your bag as you dashed through the office and out the door. shayne hurried to keep up with you, laughing as you both raced to his car.

the two of you usually carpooled to and from work together, since you only lived a few streets away from him.

on the way back to your place, the car ride was full of laughter, music, obnoxiously loud singing, and sometimes even subtle skin-to-skin contact that sent shivers through you (and him).

finally arriving at your apartment, you got out of his car and waved goodbye. you both said goodnight to each other, and you lingered at the car window for a moment as you hesitated walking away.

"tomorrow," shayne shouted with a small smile as you were almost at the door.

you looked behind you, "tomorrow!" you shouted back before closing your door and locking it.

you smiled wide with your back against the front door, and you sighed happily. a million thoughts were already running through your mind, what would you wear? what time? should he pick you up or meet you there? but only one of your thoughts stood out the most.

tomorrow.

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Funny Business

[Buggy x Fem!Reader]

Summary: You take care of Buggy while he's just a head, he returns the favor.

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: NSFT, 18+, biting, unprotected sex, inappropriate use of devil fruit (lol), sex in the woods, oral (f receiving) (Let me know if I forgot any!)

A/N: I saw @ah-finally make a post that gave me this idea! I will link it once i find it again. I started writing this over a month ago I think? The pacing isn't my favorite (pacing isn't ever my favorite), but i love this fic with my whole being, i hope y'all do too!

"Stay still!" You hissed, trying to stay quiet. Buggy did not want to listen. "I don't want to drown you!"

Buggy scoffed, "It doesn't seem like it right now!" Buggy hissed back, his voice low.

You pulled Buggy back from the water and furrowed your brows at him. "I'm being serious. Buggy, I wanna wash your hair, I really don't want to harm you… Do you trust me?"

Buggy snorted, "I have no reason to."

You gasped in shock. "I offered to take care of you when everyone wants nothing to do with you–"

"You didn't have to do that."

"I know!" You almost yelled. "Buggy…" you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I just want you to be comfortable. Greasy hair isn't always comfortable. And, anyway, this is a bonding experience."

Buggy's eyes narrowed. "Do you realize who you're talking to? You are a Straw Hat and I'm Buggy." When you only nodded and smiled Buggy groaned. "You can wash my hair, under one condition." You perked up. "Do not put my damn head under that faucet."

"Of course!" You were excited. "May I?" You questioned him, motioning towards his bandana. When he nodded you slowly undid it and took it off of him. Buggy watched you closely as you wet your hands and then wet his hair. You were so gentle. Buggy couldn't recall the last time someone was that gentle. At least, he didn't want to anyway. You softly hummed as you rubbed shampoo into his hair.

"We don't have showers on board, but I do like to keep hygiene products with me. I wash my hair like this a lot." Your eyes focused on Buggy's hair and all the spots that needed scrubbing.

"You take a whore's bath?" He laughed.

You froze before massaging the shampoo deep into his scalp. "Yeah, I guess? If you want to call it that…"

It was silent between the two of you. Not too awkward. At least not for you. You were focused on cleaning him up and hoping having clean hair would make him less angry. You stood up to get the back of Buggy's head, and forgetting you could walk around him and get it that way, you leaned over him and contorted into an uncomfortable position, but scrubbed away regardless.

Buggy, not saying anything, stared and stared. He was eye level with your chest and couldn't help but look at your cleavage while you washed his hair. Your shirt dipped down, revealing cleavage anyway, but with your position in that moment, it was way more visible and quite literally the only thing Buggy could look at it. Your humming resumed and Buggy sighed. He couldn't lie, he was content at that moment. The feeling of your fingers gently getting into his scalp, your soft humming, and your boobs right in his face. What more could someone need?

You leaned back and sat back down in the chair you had pulled up to the sink. Buggy's eyes quickly cut from your chest back to your eyes. You, ignoring that, turned the water back on. "I'm going to need to rinse your hair now." You look at Buggy with a curious expression, "Can I at least lean you back into the faucet? I promise I'll be careful!" Before Buggy could protest you hit him with, "You can look at my boobs while I do it."

Buggy was contemplating, before finally saying, "Okay."

You smiled at him and stood back up again. You gently grabbed him, placing your hands at his jawline, and you paused. A knock came from the door. Your eyes widened and you looked at Buggy, watching as he opened his mouth to talk. Immediately, you covered his mouth with one hand.

"Yeah?" You asked loudly, voice slightly shaking.

"Hm?" A groggy Zoro's voice alerted you. He would launch you off the boat along with Buggy if he knew you were being so nice to the man that had tried to kill him. "Are you okay?"

Your eyes never left Buggy's. "Yes! I'm fine. Just washing up!" You didn't say what you were washing though. "Y'know, just my regular whore's bath."

Buggy smiled under your hand. You could feel it. Zoro grumbled. "Whatever, just no funny business." He walked off.

You sighed and uncovered Buggy's mouth. You continued as if nothing had happened. Buggy did not want to leave it alone though. He thought it was too fun to do that. "Regular whore's bath eh?”

You do not answer him. Instead, you slowly, and ever so gently, leaned his head back in the water. You held him steady with one hand, while you rinsed his hair with the other. You leaned over him and felt his stare burning onto your skin. You occupied yourself with more humming and finished faster than you thought you would. You pulled his head from the faucet and grabbed a towel.

“Care if I dry your hair a little bit? I don’t want you to get my covers wet.”

“Your covers?”

“Yeah, you’re coming to my bed with me, aren’t you? I figure I could tuck you away in my room and then grab some food. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Buggy lit up before narrowing his eyes, “You’re being awfully nice.”

“I know, it’s weird being treated like a person, huh?” You quipped back at him, smiling. “Now, can I dry your hair?”

Buggy sighed and mumbled, "Yeah." You smiled at him and tenderly placed the towel to his hair and dried it as much as possible. At least it wasn't dripping wet anymore. You threw the towel aside and picked up Buggy's head. You warned him to be quiet as you exited the bathroom. You walked to your room and closed your door. You placed Buggy on your bed and smiled at him.

"Sanji's a great cook, you're going to love his food! I'm gonna go grab whatever leftovers there are. I'll be right back!"

You didn't give Buggy any time to respond. You quickly left your room, shutting the door behind you. You walked towards the kitchen and looked for any leftovers. As you were grabbing a plate you were stopped.

"You're up late. What are you doing?" Sanji startled you.

You turned to him and inhaled sharply. "I'm still hungry! Just grabbing some extra food. You know how it is." You patted your stomach and gave him a toothy grin. "Your food is to die for."

Sanji narrowed his eyes, "Why do you have two forks?"

"Because I don't like mixing the foods and flavors. I need one fork for fish and one for the sides." You spoke matter of fact. As if he should have known that. "Duh."

You did not let Sanji ask any other questions. You bolted back to your room and opened the door. You shut it quietly and locked it. Just in case. You didn't need any 'funny business' unfolding. Not if you could help it. Buggy was sitting where you left him. You approached him with the plate and sat beside him.

"Two forks?" Buggy questioned you.

"One for you, one for me. Duh." You playfully rolled your eyes and pulled your legs up to you, crossing them and placing the plate on them. "Now, I don't want this to be awkward-"

"You just washed my hair, and I'm just a head. This is already awkward, I'm afraid."

"You're right!" You agreed enthusiastically. "It probably can't get more awkward." You picked the fork up and stabbed at the fish. "Open wide, I promise I won't gag you with this eating utensil."

"Oh, that's very suspicious." Buggy rolled his eyes. "If you gag me with that fork I'm going to-"

"What? Bite me?" You scoffed. "Actually, that'd be kind of–" You stopped yourself. That caught Buggy's attention though.

"Kind of what?" He raised his brow.

"Shut up and let me feed you."

Buggy did not protest. He was starving. You placed the fork in his mouth and pulled it back slowly. Buggy's eyes were focused on you. And your eyes were focused on the food at hand. You took a bite yourself, on a different fork, and then grabbed Buggy's fork and fed him some more. Buggy's eyes never left you. It was honestly making it way more awkward when you thought it couldn't get more awkward…

"May I help you?" You questioned him, feeling uneasy all the sudden.

"You could keep feeding me." He gave you a sweet smile. You melted, almost immediately. Buggy took note of that, also immediately. "You know…" Buggy started, keeping you from feeding him further. "You don't have to be this nice."

"You know," you mimicked his tone, "I can't feed you when you're talking." You grabbed the plate and set it beside you, uncrossing your legs and staring at Buggy as you found a comfortable position.

"You could–" Buggy snorted, "it wouldn't be pleasant though."

"I think that would really get me bitten."

"You must have a thing for that." Buggy started, nonchalantly. "Someone biting you."

You could feel yourself heating up. "Why would you even–" You stopped yourself. "I can see why actually. So what? It's not the worst thing one could do to me? I mean, in a weird way. Not a violent way–"

"No need to explain yourself, Straw Hat."

"Don't call me that." You huffed.

"But that's what you are. You're part of Luffy's crew, right?"

You pouted at Buggy. "Yes, but that's not the point. You keep saying it in a condescending tone. Like I'm not good enough because I'm a Straw Hat."

Buggy didn't say anything else. You finished eating and feeding him. You set the plate down beside your bed and looked back at Buggy. Who was looking dead at you. You leaned back against the bed frame and watched Buggy. You noticed his face makeup was smeared from all the stuff going on and you stood up.

"What?" Buggy questioned you. "What are you doing now?"

"Can I do something?" You pulled out your red lipstick and smiled at him widely. "I wanna fix–"

Buggy groaned. "You keep asking to do these things as if I could do anything other than bite you, which it seems like you would enjoy, so why do you keep asking?"

"Consent is nice, y'know." You shrugged at his questions. "I don't know, I don't wanna overstep any boundaries."

Buggy sighed again, "You can fix whatever you wanted to fix. No complaints here."

"Yes!" You exclaimed excitedly. You rushed back to the bed and Buggy looked at you with wide eyes. You weren't about to be any less gentle though. You grabbed your pillow and propped his head up on it, before grabbing your lipstick and getting as close to him as humanly possible. You, once again, were laser focused on Buggy. His eyes watched you as you bit down on and stuck out your tongue. You grabbed the nape of his neck and put the lipstick on his lips very carefully.

"Do you just kinda–" You paused and narrowed your eyes, and then motioned as if you were smearing lipstick on your own face.

Buggy laughed. "If that's what you think will give it that effect, knock yourself out."

Your lips pursed and eyes narrowed even more, you slowly nodded. You were thinking hard. Harder than ever. Buggy's bright eyes watched yours and when he licked his lips you furrowed your brows. "What?" You asked, pulling back from him.

"You look nice, y'know?" Buggy swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Your eyes widened in shock.

"Me? A Straw Hat?" You gasped, placing a hand on your chest. You were hiding nervousness with humor.

"I'm serious. It's hot when get so focused on something, and don't even get me started on how attentive–"

You almost jumped when you realized he was being completely serious. "Stop." Your eyes were wide and full of something Buggy couldn't read. "Let me finish your look before you go saying anything like that."

Buggy didn't want to shut up, but he also didn't like that you were suddenly so… upset. He couldn't help but think you were off put by him suddenly. You had been doing all of this for him, and what if he blew it?

You were positively burning up. You were sure your hands were shaking at that point and you could not think straight. You were so close to Buggy and you were realizing more and more just how kissable he was. You wanted to scream. But that would alert everyone and you didn't want someone to bust in on you in that position. You stopped, your eyes locking with Buggy's and you said the first thing popped into your head.

"Buggy?" You were terrified. But as soon as Buggy hummed in response (you did not register he seemed agitated), the words fell from your mouth "Can I kiss you?"

Buggy was shocked. "What?"

You immediately pulled all the way back from him and stared at him with a shocked look. You swallowed hard and let out a nervous laugh. "I'm just– Sorry, I may have misread–"

"No you didn't." Buggy wanted you close to him again. "You can kiss me."

Your heart jumped into your throat. You could feel it beating against your ribcage and butterflies were circling in your stomach. You were sure you were about to catch fire. You leaned down and grabbed a hold of his jawline. Buggy was getting antsy. You were not moving fast enough and he could not do anything about it. But as soon as you leaned down to him and pressed your lips to his… you were both like starved animals.

His fresh makeup was smearing all over your face and you had no cares. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you, without hesitation, parted your lips letting him in your mouth. Buggy wanted to grab you, hold you in his arms, know it was real… and you? You were absolutely content with just his head. You were unaware he needed to know that.

When you pulled away, you were gasping for air. Your chest was tight and your head was spinning. You were conflicted. You were anxious and you looked at Buggy with confusion.

"Uh, did I…?"

You shook your head, "No! That was… I haven't been kissed like that in a while. I just– I hadn't expected this to turn out this way… Buggy, I like you a lot."

"But?" He groaned, expecting it to go down hill.

"But what? There is no but. I genuinely like doing this stuff for you. Luffy saved my life, and I feel like I owe him. But, you? God, Buggy, I think I'd leave that for you." You whispered the words as if someone could hear you.

Buggy was wide eyed. "Oh?" He smiled. "Well, I was thinking, I could give you another reason to leave." When finished the sentence your brow cocked. "I wanna repay you. You have been exceptionally nice and very gentle, delicate. I haven't felt that in… a while. It's the least I can do."

You cocked your head. "How?" You were genuinely oblivious. Buggy's eyes dropped from yours, to your legs and it still didn't seem to click.

"Let's just say," Buggy smiled, "I want to figure out if I like you better than that chef's food."

Your eyes were wide once again when it clicked. "Oh!" You blinked a couple times, absolutely no thoughts in your head for a moment. You had malfunctioned, it had seemed, and your silence was loud. You spoke up before Buggy could misread the silence. "Okay."

"Okay?" Buggy questioned you.

"I mean, yeah?" You were questioning yourself mostly. "Yeah!" You grew more enthusiastic. "You really wanna, y'know… go down on me when you're just… a head?"

"I see no better opportunity, baby." Buggy winked at you. Your stomach flipped.

"When Luffy saved me, I never imagined this happening, I'll be honest." You stood up from Buggy and began to take your pants off.

"What?" Buggy snorted, "A head giving you head?"

You wanted to say 'duh', but you refrained. You kicked your pants across the room and pulled at your shirt. Buggy sat (almost) patiently, waiting for you to come back to bed. You sucked in air and fidgeted.

"Shirt off?" You asked, as if it was even a question.

"Duh." Buggy mocked your earlier duh, from when you were feeding him. "Unless you aren't comfortable." Buggy knew what it was like to be self conscious.

"Let me get settled first." Your voice was soft, a whisper. You slid your panties off and stepped out of them. You inhaled sharply and made your way back to bed. You lied on the bed and grabbed Buggy's head, placing him on your stomach.

"C'mon, I'm dying for dessert, baby."

You let out a laugh and pushed yourself up the headboard. You spread your legs slightly and placed Buggy between them. As soon as he was down there you pulled your shirt off. Buggy's eyes were on your chest immediately. Your face prickled with more heat and you refrained from covering yourself.

"When I get my body back…" Buggy's eyes were full of lust.

Your hands gripped at the sheets and your eyes averted his gaze. Buggy, while you were distracted, dove in head first. His tongue began to lap at you. You gasped, not expecting him at that moment. Buggy smiled against you. You, before getting too foggy, decided to help him. He didn't have any hands at the time, so you slid your hand down your stomach and used your index and pointer finger to part your lips for him. Buggy immediately went to town.

Your hips gently rocked forward and your free hand went to your mouth. Buggy's tongue swirled around your clit and your jaw clenched. Your hips jutted upwards slightly and stayed there, giving Buggy a better angle. He was being just as attentive as you were earlier. His nose hit your clit and you were unraveling already. Your hand gripped your mouth as you moaned for him. Your hand moved from your mouth briefly, you needed him to know how he made you feel.

"Buggy–" You tried to stay as quiet as possible. "Fuck," you were breathless. "I'm gonna–" Everything was tense and hot and bubbling over. You bucked your hips one last time and came undone from his tongue. You covered your mouth one last time and bit into your palm. Buggy continued to lap at you through your high. His movements slowed but he still kept going.

Your hips fell onto the bed and you lied there, Buggy finally stopped and you caught your breath. You were sprawled out on the bed, Buggy's head still between your legs. Your eyes locked with his and you could tell he was smiling. You sighed and leaned forward, picking him up and resting him on your abdomen. Your breathing was slow and ragged. Buggy was pleased with himself. You shut your eyes for a moment and collected yourself. Buggy watched you, waiting for your next move. He was curious to know what you were thinking. If you were willing to really leave with him…

"Buggy…?" Your brows furrowed. He hummed (this time not agitated), and you continued, "If I somehow survive Arlong… I promise you–"

"Hold on." Buggy interrupted you. "I don't want you to say something you don't mean because you just orgasmed."

"No, no," you opened your eyes to look at him, hoping he'd take you more seriously with eye contact. "Buggy, I'm going to live and I'm going to leave with you." Buggy took it all in. “You don’t have to say anything right now…” You smiled at him. “I need sleep and you do too.” You moved Buggy beside you and placed him on your pillow, and you rolled over onto your side, staring at him. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Buggy whispered as you closed your eyes.

Sleep was much needed. Unknown to you, Buggy stayed up for a little while longer, watching you. He wanted nothing more than to hold you so close and know it was all real. He wondered briefly what he had done to deserve someone like you… So nice, caring, and gentle. He didn’t think about it too long; he decided to sleep as well.

Buggy’s head was on Sanji’s hip. You had tried to get them to let you hold him, but Zoro seemed to be onto something, so you did not protest when Sanji told you he had it.

When you had made it to Arlong Park fear and anxiety was at an all time high. You were capable of fighting, but you had never fought anyone like the Fishmen. Not by a long shot. The smoke bombs began to go off inside and Luffy busted open the gates of the park. You were beside Usopp when hell broke loose. You watched as he reared back and shot something, hitting one of the fishmen in the face effortlessly. Your eyes widened, Usopp grabbed you when the fishman began to chase him.

“Usopp!” You started to run as well, “I need to stay back– I have to help!” Usopp did not listen. You were both running through the woods at that point, you could not turn around and be collateral damage.

“Run!” Was the only thing Usopp responded with. “Split up! He’s after me, not you! I’ll find you later, I promise.”

You did not hesitate to take off running away from Usopp. You wanted to try to find your way back, to get Buggy, but you did not know your way around. You reached a good, healthy distance from the fishman chasing Usopp and froze. You turned a circle and realized how lost you were. You groaned.

“How the fuck do I find Buggy now?” You threw your head back.

Your legs ached, your lungs burned. You huffed and crossed your arms. You started to walk in an unknown direction, and hoped it was leading you somewhere. You heard a crunch of leaves from ahead of you and you froze again. This time from fear. Your entire body tensed and you kept from calling out, just in case it was someone wanting to kill you.

It could be Usopp, you thought to yourself. Something touched your back and your jaw clenched. You turned around slowly and a disembodied, gloved hand waved at you. You immediately lit up. The hand moved from around you and you looked over your shoulder, following its movements. It disappeared behind some trees. You heard a ‘pop’ and footsteps again. You turned to face the steps and Buggy walked out from behind a tree.

“Buggy!” You were running for him instantly. You leaped onto him and wrapped your arms around him. “Buggy…” You buried your face in his neck and Buggy relaxed against you. You felt it. “I tried to stay back, Usopp dragged me out, I don’t think he wanted me getting hurt. I didn’t know how to get back, I wanted to get back–”

“Whoa!” Buggy’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly. He did not want to let you go. Not yet. Not ever. "We're here now." His hand grabbed your shirt. It was your turn to relax against him.

"I didn't want you to think I was running away from you," You pulled away and looked at him.

Buggy could have sworn his heart fluttered. He inhaled sharply and looked down at you. Thoughts from the night you two had before came flooding back. Buggy had promised when he got his body back–

"I know, uh," You pulled away, fidgeting slightly, "we're in the middle of nowhere in these woods, and Usopp is most definitely looking for me, but all I can think about is the other night and you…"

Buggy was smirking immediately. "You aren't thinking about fucking in these woods are you, Straw Hat?"

Your face prickled with heat. "I'm just thinking about fucking." You nervously laughed. "So if you happen to know a place–"

Buggy did not let you finish. He was on you in an instant. He cupped your face and kissed you, ravenously. He held you as close as possible, hands pulling you as close to him as possible. Your arms wrapped around him and you held him just as tight. As soon as Buggy pulled away you gasped, looking at him wide eyed.

“I'm going to be honest, I've probably been hard since I gave you head.” Buggy looked at you as if you were everything to him. “We could find-”

“We could fuck here.” You were breathless. “Just, uh, maybe lay your jacket down?” You wanted nothing more than to be railed. You needed it. You didn't care if Usopp happened to find you or not. You didn't care about anything other than Buggy.

Buggy was quick to remove his jacket and throw it down. He motioned towards it, as if to show it off and you giggled. You launched yourself back into Buggy’s arms and kissed him again. His tongue darted into your mouth and you groaned.

Before you knew it you were laid down on his jacket, Buggy’s thigh between your legs and his arms caging you in. Then, your hands were cupping his face, and the both of you were as close as close could be. You pulled back from kissing him and pressed your forehead to his.

“Having second thoughts?” Buggy became serious.

“Never,” you pouted, wondering why he even felt you would be. “I wasn't lying, when I said I’d leave Luffy's crew for you. It's still true.”

“Then what's on your mind?”

“I owe you, don't you think I should return the favor?” You cocked your head to the side.

“Baby, as much as I’d love for you to suck my cock, I need to fuck you.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, “I need you too.” Your voice was soft and you sounded deprived. You were deprived. You wanted nothing more than for him to take you right then and there. You needed him to do that.

You saying that you needed him, that was all it took. The look of need on your face, the soft glint in your eyes, the way you bit the inside of your lip… Buggy was also ready to rip his clothes off. He did want nothing more than to take time with you, but that would have to wait. The look in his eyes was suddenly feral, rabid. The way you stared up at him from your position under him was breathtaking. He needed more of that.

“I promise,” Buggy bent down to kiss you, and began to speak in between kisses, “whenever we get back to my ship I'll take my time with you.” He pulled back and placed his forehead to yours. “But for now-”

“Please,” you began to beg, “just fuck me…”

With that, Buggy was ripping your clothes off. He was pulling at your pants while you slid your top off. You lied there beneath him, wearing nothing but panties, breathing heavily. The look in Buggy's eyes was darker and suddenly much more lustful. His fingers crept under the waistband of your panties and he began to slowly pull them down. The cool air hit the sensitive skin and you gasped.

Buggy moved his gloved hand up to his mouth, removing the glove with his teeth. He spit it out beside you and chills ran down your spine. Your breathing became even heavier. His, now bare, hand moved back towards your pussy and he slowly pushed a finger inside of you.

“I wanna test something,” he mumbled, moving closer to you, “before we get to the main event.”

His pace quickened, and another finger was pushed inside of you. But that wasn't what he wanted to test. You were becoming too hot to even think about what it could be though. Buggy kissed your neck and down to your collarbone. That's when you felt it, his teeth sinking into your skin. He nibbled and bit at your skin and your hips bucked. You began to scratch at his forearms.

“Buggy!” You helped out, loudly. His fingers sped up a little more, and between that and the biting, you were sent over the edge. You were pleading, begging at that point. Your eyes screwed shut and your nails raked down his arms. You yelled out for him again as you came undone. The pit in your stomach unraveled and your hips followed his fingers as he pulled them out. “Buggy…” Your voice was softer than before.

Buggy mocked your tone, repeating your name to you. He looked down at you lovingly though. Love and lust filled him. He was sure it was mostly lust, but he was also sure he loved the way you said his name and reacted to him. He was sure he loved you. He just wasn't sure he was ready to say anything about that. So, he did the next best thing.

“Are you ready now?” He whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. You nodded, causing Buggy to briefly remove himself from you and quickly undress himself.

He positioned himself back over you. You kissed him again and brought your knees up, spreading your legs slightly. Buggy kissed back, he kissed you like he needed you. Like you were the air he had to breathe. You were sure in that moment, you loved him. You had come to the conclusion it was a possibility, but then? You were sure.

Buggy thrusted, his hips hitting yours. One of his hands gripped your thigh and his other one held himself steady above you. You gasped and gripped his back. You leaned up and kissed his neck as he thrusted again. Buggy let out a groan. You wrapped your legs around him and you were sure you couldn't get much closer. But that didn't stop you from trying. You were tangled together and neither of you were slowing down.

Buggy mumbled your name, a mantra, in your ear. He was getting close. You were too. Buggy's hips were rocking against yours, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing throughout the forest. If Usopp hadn't found you yet, you were sure he heard you. You couldn't bring yourself to care though.

“Buggy,” you whined, nails dragging down his back. “I need to- Fuck, I need you-”

“I'm gonna-”

You were both mumbling messes. Buggy finally said something coherent. “Where?”

“Inside.” Your eyes shut again. Your hips rocked with his and you came undone again.

As soon as your orgasm hit, you felt Buggy come inside of you. He didn't even think about arguing with you on the place he came. His thrusts slowed and became sloppier, before coming to a complete stop and both of you lying there.

Buggy let himself fall slightly. More of his weight on top of you. You were both sweaty and sticky, and you didn't care. You wanted nothing more than to be there with him. If the fear of being caught were not so real, you would have stayed there forever with him.

Your legs fell from Buggy and hit the ground. Buggy pulled out of you, and he began to stand up. “Can't really clean up here, might need to find uh-”

“Well,” you started, “Arlong’s Park isn't too far-” you tried to sound serious.

Buggy, who was pulling his pants up, froze. “Very funny, Straw Hat.”

“Oh,” you feigned hurt, beginning to get up and get dressed yourself, “I didn't think I was a Straw Hat anymore…” Buggy lit up at the realization. “What? You think I was gonna hit it and get it?” You smiled at Buggy, “You're stuck with me now, Buggy!”

Buggy smiled and picked his jacket up off the ground, and placed it over your shoulders.

“That… I think I can live with that.”

You kissed Buggy quickly before looking around and placing your hands on your hips, “Okay really, I don't know my way out of here…”

“Don't worry,” Buggy began to walk ahead of you, “I'm more than capable of getting us out of here.”

You believed him. You trusted him. So you nodded, and began to follow him. You grabbed his hand and Buggy faltered momentarily. He looked back at you and all you did was smile. Buggy smiled back and turned to face ahead of him. He was absolutely positive being ‘stuck’ with you was going to be a great thing.

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seven days a week

prompt: jude spoils you during your birthday week

warnings: grammar issues, cursing

credits to owners for all of the images

inspired by jungkook’s seven

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sunday

“it’s your birthday week!” jude ran into your shared bedroom in excitement as he heard you waking up.

“jude, my birthday isn’t until saturday.” you couldn’t help but smile at him jump. it was your fourth birthday being spent with him. he made you feel like everyday was your birthday, but this week was gonna be even better.

“that doesn’t matter. you’re finally turning 20! i have so much planned for this week,” he hurried into the closet to grab your clothes for today. “first activity is in 2 hours. come on, get ready.”

“i’m sure you have a lot, but you know i can wait until saturday.” you slowly climbed out of your bed to brush your teeth.

“are you always this boring during your birthday?”

finally, you successfully made it into the car. jude refused to tell you where you were going. the secret made you nervous. you wondered if you could stand being this anxious everyday.

“close your eyes. we’re almost there.” you put your hands over your eyes. jude made sure you weren’t peeking. you were bouncing your leg up and down in anticipation. soon, you heard the engine turn off and the driver’s door open. shortly after he closed his door, yours open. he grabbed your arm gently to get you out of the car. you walked for a little bit before coming to a full stop.

“you can open.” opening your eyes and getting your vision fully in tact, your mouth flew in awe. standing in front of you was your favorite breakfast restaurant that costed almost thousands.

“holy shit, there is no way you called 2 months ahead for a reservation here.”

“yes, i did. do you not wanna go?”

“fuck yeah i do, lets go!”

after your food came out, you hurriedly and ate everything. not one penny was wasted during your breakfast.

“thank you for this. i know how hard it is to get in here.” letting out a loud sigh from the amount of food you just consumed.

“i’m not done yet.” he reached in his back pocket. he revealed a small pouch in his hand. you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“what’s this?” he urged you to grab it. after opening the small pouch, an anklet decorated with diamonds was laying right in front of you. “jude, this is too much.” you carefully picked it up with a bright smile.

“you deserve it. i mean, you literally moved to madrid with me. it’s least i can do.”

“thank you. seriously. i can’t believe i will have 100,000 on my ankle.” you carefully put the anklet back in the pouch before anyone could notice.

“don’t thank me yet, this is just the beginning.”

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monday

you woke up to a note on your nightstand

i have to do an interview after practice. love you. special delivery at 2 :)

after doing your normal routine, 2 pm rolled around around quickly. on the dot, there was a knock on the door. hurrying from the couch, you opened the door wide.

"hello, this is for ms. y/n bellingham." ms. y/n bellingham. something you've never thought of.

"thank you so much." you carried the giant bouquet of red roses inside and shut the door. you grabbed your phone for a picture and texted jude.

jude <3

thank you for the roses :)

you're welcome! don't

forget to open the box

before opening the box, you posted it to your story.

y/n.l/n has added to their story

it took awhile to find the box in the roses. after digging for ages, you finally found it. opening the box, a shiny golden watch was staring at you. you wore it and immediately felt the weight of it. you couldn’t believe the sight.

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tuesday

being woken up with a pair of diamond earrings were the least thing you expected. hell, you loved it. your boyfriend spoiled you rotten. your phone was currently blowing up with notifications about jude’s interview.

the interview

“so jude, i heard that you were planning something special this saturday.”

“yes, i am. this saturday is my girlfriend’s birthday. i wanted this day to be very special.” he smiled while thinking about you.

“special occasion. what’s your gift?”

“well, i can’t exactly say it but i have been giving her gifts everyday.”

you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. jude was everything to you.

“someone is rather smiley today.” jude hugged your waist and kissed your shoulder.

“this is the best week ever.” you flashed your pearly white teeth at him trying to contain the excitement for the next few days.

“be careful with that smile. you’ll wake up with an afterglow.” jude winked at you before lifting you up to the bedroom.

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wednesday

jude drove you to a fine dining restaurant for dinner. you relaxed in the passenger’s seat. he managed to ease your mind even when nothing was happening. it was the way that your relationship could easily glide.

after walking to your table, you never expected to see your parents.

“oh my god, what are you guys doing here?” you hugged them both.

“we decided to surprise you. all jude’s idea, of course. we can’t let you spend your first birthday in madrid without a party.” your mom said before hugging you tighter.

you constantly pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. this week felt too perfect. during dinner, jude was fidgeting with your hand. soon enough, a bracelet magically appeared on your wrist. the collection of jude’s devotion was coming along perfectly.

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thursday

you heard jude wake up early. you decided to not think about it. until a thought appeared in your head. it was thursday and practice started late that day. after brushing your teeth and spamming jude’s phone, the front door opened. you bolted downstairs immediately.

“no fucking way,” you screamed in happiness while jumping into your best friend’s arms. “what is going on? why are you here?” your laughter filled the room while jude was having trouble carrying her suitcase inside the house.

“i can’t visit my best friend during her birthday? i missed you so much.” each sentence that spilled out, the hug would get tighter and tighter.

“my god, how much shit did you bring in.” both of you ignored him while you caught up about life.

“i booked us a nail appointment later. then, we can go shopping. i wanna explore this whole city. jude said it was on him. let’s hope that madrid contract can handle all the money.”

after all the spending was done and jude’s wallet was empty, your best friend was sleeping on the couch. you showed jude everything you got.

“look, she picked out this white dress. it’s so pretty.” jude smiled at every item you took out. “i wanted to ask, why are you doing all of this.” you finally sat down after emptying every bag.

“because i love you, duh.”

“no jude, what is the real reason.” you tried laughing silently, but it didn’t work out.

“you do a lot. it’s hard to believe you really moved all the way from germany all the way here. you sacrificed too much this year only for me. i just wanna love you right.” he kissed your forehead before falling asleep.

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friday

today was a team party. jude bought you a bracelet to accompany your black dress. you stared at yourself in the mirror. the dress seemed to hug you in the right places. jude kissed your hips and whispered how perfect you are.

fast forwarding to the party, people swarmed around the couple immediately. people came up to you complimenting your necklace. you received some happy birthday’s and then some congratulations, which confused you.

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-> saturday, 5 pm

the day was beautiful. jude had decided to walk on the beach to watch the sunset. he seemed a little fidgety.

“are you okay? you seem a little worried.” you tried to comfort him, but he shook his head.

“nope, i just want everything today to be perfect.”

“this whole week was perfect jude. there’s nothing to worry about. i love you.” both of you shared smiles to each other.

jude came to a stop on the sand. he stared at the water while taking a deep breath. you were confused since he was just stopping. both of your hands were connected to his. slowly, he got down on one knee. your heart was pounding so loud that you thought it was gonna run away.

“y/n, please make me the happiest man on the earth. will you marry me?”

“yes, i will marry you.” you screamed so loud then the happy tears came out. your silence of admiring the ring at first made him even more nervous. your whole family came up from behind the trees and bushes congratulating you and him.

y/n.bellingham

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from then on, he loved you night after night. every second, every minute, and every hour.

seven days a week

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author’s note: hi everyone! thank you for all the support once again. some of you may notice that some days are shorter because i would rather get straight to the point then stretching it. i am now taking requests! i will be working on a masterlist and more details on it. thank you!!! <3

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