#but until then I need to actually finish it 💀

[sordidmusings]

WIP Snips!

This is a scheduled post I'm setting to weeks ahead as a threat to myself to get something more substantial done. If this makes it to post then I have failed in that 🤡 (Checking in on it now with only a week and a half until it posts and no closer to that goal of something actually fully finished with no dice so whoops 🥴). Or I’m MIA who knows at this point but we can hope lol

Some of these will be more substantial than others - sometimes it means I have more done but largely it means that I think the piece has something more worth showing. There's tons that aren't on here which just goes to shows my abismal lack of control on the AuDHD in general but especially right now 💀 Ranges from actual sections to summaries. Listing these all out really shows how I'm little more than a smut peddlar 🤡🥴 There is some SFW on the docket so there's that lol

Hopefully you enjoy a little finger food buffet - we've got Buggy, Croc, Doffy, Law (some also ft Shachi and Penguin), Corazon, Shanks, Mihawk, Nami, and the series pulls in Beckman, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Koby. There's canon and some AU.

Organized by character except the themed series, which is at the end. Like I said, there's many in the works that aren't on here but this shit is big enough lol

Eat up ٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

Buggy

The Hat Stays ON NSFW

Snippet:

“I told you, you need to relax”

“How am I supposed to relax when- ahh fuck, baby, pleaaaaase don’t stop.”

“When what, Bugs?” you goad. You watch with glee as his eyes flutter shut at your teasing grip on the head of his cock sliding over him in small swirls. He sinks a little lower into his seat and spreads his legs just that much wider.

“When they’re gonna kill meeee,” he whines, half for fear and half for pleasure. His gloved hands paw deeply into your thighs in search of comfort.

“They wouldn’t dare,” you grumble and loom over Buggy even more possessively. 

Sensing you closer, he cracks his eyes open below his furrowed brows to take you in. The protective violence that mixes into your expression to fully bind to your hunger makes him feel split in two. One piece of him is flung towards warmth and safety, knowing you really would try clawing and shredding your way through the other two for him. The other half of him shrinks to a shivering speck under the threat in your eyes looking down on him and giving him a taste of what it would feel like to be your prey. He shivers at the safely anxious and dangerously addictive feeling, cock jumping hard in your grip.

Your scowl turns into a smirk as you quickly pick up on his train of thought. Oh your sweet, beloved clown needs time being weak and possessed? You’ll happily oblige.

Your free hand moves from the large pool of red fabric at his waist to trail teasing touches up his torso, rewarding you with a show of his muscles jumping under your fingertips. When you get to his collarbone, you jerk your hand up to firmly grip his jaw. Buggy gasps, staring at you with wide eyes, fully showing off the way his pupils were overtaking that beautiful sea green of his. “You’re mine,” you growl to him an inch from his face, forehead touching the front of his hat, staring fiercely into his eyes. You can feel his pulse pound harder against your index finger. “And I protect what is mine.”

Scare Actor AU NSFW

Original notes in somewhat coherent paragraph form then a bulleted play by play (ish) of the first part where he's more in the headspace of his scare actor role. This one'll really give an idea of how my notes for things process lol

Original notes:

Buggy is a scare actor at a  circus themed haunted house/corn maze for the Halloween season - he wouldn’t tell you that sometimes the other employees would come back here to smoke for their breaks. He was absolutely positive that this was worth losing the seasonal gig. He was also pretty sure his friends would watch instead of stopping anything. They were freaks after all and not just the sideshow kind. He’s ashamed to admit that the idea of Shanks walking in on him for once had his cock twitching. 

     (Slow up because you keep hearing rustling) You slowed you me hips down so that he could hope to respond. He actually whined at you. A few sharp pats to his cheek got his eyes opened and watching you. The hazy look in them had you clenching and him leaning his head back again with warbling moan. “Hey, no, look at me!” His head lolled back forward and you were greeted with a very grumpy expression. “You’re sure that no one comes this way?”

     He was sure that he’s never been more turned on in his life. The way his heart skittered each time he’d test the waters with you and you allow it was beyond addicting. He doesn’t know what he’d do if he never felt that again.

     Buggy hastily jerked off his jacket before noticing his opportunity. When he was sure you were looking, he flapped it dramatically and gently laid it out like a server preparing a fine table. He finished his little gag with a flourish of his arm and a deep bow. He was rewarded with your giggles. “Such a gentleman. Did they offer hospitality courses in clown school?” “Only as extra curricular.” Something about him getting down between your legs or smth “You must be an overachiever” “Just very eager to learn” (him referencing earlier mention of not having a lot of experience)

   Struggling cuz like it would also be hot for him to be actually scary and threatening. Maybe there’s two interactions, the first one being actually in the horror house and in that one he’s feral and still in his character but the second one is where they sneak away to the corn field and he’s much more in his own personality. First one is him ‘forcing’ the reader to blow him (mostly about her doing things for him?) while in the field they have longer penetrative sex.

     You try to ask for his name for the second time but he says he hates his legal name (hinted family issues??) and everyone just calls him Buggy now.

Part 1:

Reader finds joy in scary places instead of fear, they are exhilarated by the haunted house that is terrifying everyone else

Buggy is a murder clown actor there and you caught his eye, half attraction to you physically and half attraction to your responses to the house (he feels curiosity and also comradery for it and finds your fear giggles and laughter addictive)

He makes sure to tail you around the whole property even though he was supposed to be sticking to his own section

He does want to see what you’d look like actually scared - just for a moment like creeped out then jump scare not like actually scared for your safety

He makes sure you start seeing him out of the corner of your eye and know that he’s following you around

He corrales you into a back area (with help from Shanks - bless up to the wingman) that was closed for the night

Once you’re there is when he shows himself more again - you saw him well and a lot in his actual area but then only in tiny glimpses after

At first he won’t respond to you to be intimidating, but eventually he does talk

Through the interaction you notice he is following the no touch rule religiously - even moving back when you lean into him - so you bring it up

He slightly breaks character or moreso breaks the 4th wall - mentions that he’s playing a role (and that he thinks you’re enjoying it as much as him) and there are rules that he needs to follow

Important check in!!! - when rules are mentioned he says that its for safety and that all the scares are only fun when they are supported by safety - it emphasizes that he wants to push and tease you but you are not in any actual danger

He somehow manages to keep the on edge and aggressive mood going through tone and body language and pacing around and toying with you despite the actual words he’s saying being quite kind

You ask if you play a role too if that means he can touch you (say directly that you want to touch him and he almost goes for it before the complete check in)

He asks what role you want to play

You say, “cornered victim who tried to escape”

He responds, “Oh darling, but that’s what you are” and the game is on

Starts by grabbing you in easily escapable ways or lightens his grip immediately when you pull against it to ease you both into it and to really make sure that you are also furthering the scene

You get to your knees and palm at his thighs and that’s when he starts getting fully into his role again

Somewhere in the blow job when he’s getting pretty close you decide you want to feel chased and cornered again so you pull back, kiss his tip, give him a wink, then bolt off

He screams after you and immediately begins chasing you

*Find a way to have reader knowingly stay in back areas but don’t really want to run out to the woods - want to stay in run down building environment

It doesn’t take him too long to get close but you manage to hide (hiding pretty quick could be how you stay out of public area and away from other employees - maybe mention earlier that Shanks also wingmanned by clearing employees out of that area too or that the closed off area is bigger than I originally imagined)

Have short scene of him moving around the room and taunting you with all the things he’s going to do with you once he finds you

When he does get you he picks you up (easily) and carries you to a nearby table

While he’s placing you down, you manage to slip away again but this time he catches you after only a few steps

“Guess I’ll have to fuck you into the floor like the little bitch you are”

Similar to prone bone, has you very arched and mostly clothed still (hot and also helps keep your skin from being rubbed into the concrete floor)

Definitely have the whole thing be real feral but also have very small moments that show he’s making sure you don’t actually get hurt - stuff like putting his hand between your head and the floor, changing positions of limbs around if he notices the discomfort in them growing, nuzzling/pressing into places he’s hurt/marked (kissing over them would be too nice)

Of course the fact that he’s making sure your pleasure is as prioritized as is reveals the underlying equality to the dynamic

He pulls out when your getting close and plays it like its a punishment but it’s actually because he was about to cum in you

You whine at him about it so he makes fun of you for enjoying being caught and begging for your attacker

You beg him to use you and he folds easily so you end up sucking him off to finish him

He switches to heavily praising

He shoves you down and eats you out until you cum

After talk!!! - roles completely fall off and you both act really relaxed about the situation - you’re more in charge with leading things afterwards tho

Buggy asks if you want help, you respond that you wouldn’t mind if he got your pants back up over your ass but you think you gotta lay for awhile

You pat the spot next to you for him to lay down, he stares at it for a moment (the floor do be kinda dirty) before he decides “fuck it” and lays down

You roll your eyes at the fact that he laid on his back and even his arm isn't brushing yours so you roll onto your side and snuggle onto him, he seems unsure of what to do

“You’re gonna lay here and cuddle me until I’m ready to move. You have no say in the matter.”

After you say that he melts into it and pulls you closer and to lay more comfortably

Cheek on top of headdddd

Y’all talk awhile

Wanna address The Nose, cuz he can’t be born with that nose in our world - definitely some is part of the costume but maybe he has a crooked nose he hates from it getting broken a few times in scraps when he was a young teen

TLC Massage pt 3

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You reveled in the feeling of rough stubble changing to soft skin as you slowly rubbed your cheek across his, from jaw to nose. When your cheek met the side of his nose, Buggy flinched again. The hand on his opposite cheek held him steady, enough pressure to comfort but not enough to control. You followed the path of your cheek with the tip of your nose until it met his. Keeping the contact, you brought your lips forward to press next to the corner of his lips. The soft skin against your lips twitched and you heard a shaky exhale. When you tilted your mouth back away, Buggy chased it by tilting his jaw towards you.

Buggy was thinking so many things that none of them fully registered. Gods, he wanted to kiss you. It was a wish unfolding right in front of him, one that felt so surreal it left him stuck between reactions. There was delicious, bubbling anticipation shooting through his veins, but anxiety was hot on its heels. In his mind your kiss was perfect - had you imagined the same? How could he ever measure up to a fantasy? Did you even think of kissing him before or was this some flippant fancy to enjoy affection for affection’s sake?

You turn to hover over his lips, making your noses brush again. This time, Buggy pushed harder into your opposite palm.

“No?” you asked in a whisper. He felt the word form against his lips, just barely a touch. Instead of answering, he took a deep breath, so you pulled back just far enough to look in his eyes. A thousand shades of blue and green flickered through them with thoughts and feelings just as numerous. You patiently held steady and pet his opposite cheek. Finally, he answered, “I don’t know.”

You gave him a nod and a reassuring smile, letting him release some of the tension cording his muscles. Moving steadily so that he had plenty of time to turn back, you placed a lingering kiss to his cheek before settling yourself back on his chest.

Buggy couldn’t gain the courage to put his hands back on you. He felt beyond ridiculous; you must think he’s some pitiful loser for being scared of a kiss. Well it wasn’t the kiss - it was the inevitable rejection that he remembered was coming every time you touched his nose. Feeling like he should hide away from you, Buggy kept his arms spread on the bed and his head turned away.

Sir Crocodile

Bonding Exercises (Request) NSFW

Summary:

You and Sir Croc have worked together for a long time, feeling even longer due to the way you wrestle each other for control in your partnership. You would've dropped your work with him a long time ago if it weren't for the fact that together you produce exceptional results and you can't pretend that he doesn't have the skills to back up his confidence and pigheadedness determination. You hate to admit to yourself that you also stick around for the respect and attraction that has grown right alongside your frustration. You know that the attraction is at least mutual - Croc started out subtle but now he does little to hide his wandering eyes and the way his hand yearns for you. The touches stay all in the realm of cordial and platonic, but there's a weight to his palm on you and a lingering that both of you allow to slip well past polite timing. Your frustration with each other seems to grow right alongside everything else though and work is getting harder and harder due to your shortened temper guarding fragile feelings and Croc responding in kind.

With all this in mind, you grab the hand that's found more and more of a home on your skin to capture Croc's burning gaze and proposition him: why not indulge in your attraction and get the passion out that way? You'll both have clearer heads and he'll get a chance to prove that his aura isn't compensating for something. He falls for the bait quick, barely giving you enough time to enforce your golden rule: kissing above the neck is only for someone who loves you.

Snippet:

Even with your foggy mind, the blazing trail he's trying to sneak over the corner of your jaw is obvious. It seems that he's having just as much trouble keeping his sanity through the sweet onslaught of the slick glide of his cock working you open. The hand you had pawing at his solid shoulder snaps to fist in his hair. He cuts off his deep groan with a curse, not wanting to let you know how the feel of you tugging at his hair makes his eyes roll back. The jerk interrupting his steady thrusts and the eager jump of his cock pressing into your plush walls was more than enough to clue you in. You use your grip to guide his ear to your lips.

"What did I tell you?" you reprimand, voice honey and venom in one. Your tone and the humid little puffs of breath caressing his ear pull a full body shiver from Croc. You tighten your legs around his waist to wring out more closeness, relishing the muscles in his sides fighting against the meat of your thighs. "You have to love me first."

A shaky breath escapes Sir Croc, as his temple brushes your cheek. Then, as if lightning struck through him, his muscles tense and he dives deeper into you with a punishing thrust. Though faster and more forceful, he clearly knows what he's doing; these aren't the sloppy motions of a fresh dom clinging to control. These are smooth and precise in their unrelenting thrust and grind to touch every piece of you and remind you of all the strength laying in wait to be used. The threat of it and the covetous way he plunges into you has your muscles going pliant in his hold. The heavy shove of his thick tip across your electric nerves to punctuate each thrust has you hiccuping to chase your breath.

"And how will you know? Words are cheap," Croc taunts against your own ear between the increasing pant of his breath. His smooth, deep rumble turns to a forceful growl with his next words. "How many have lied to claim the prize of your lips?"

Give Them an Inch ft. Mihawk NSFW

Summary:

You wake up mildly confused between Croc n Hawk. You'd spent the night talking and drinking with them and hoping that the two shrewd men would notice your little hints that you desperately wanted either of them to finally claim you. The most you got was occupying the same bed, but it seems that that may be because there was a preference for you to be sleep-fogged instead of buzzed.

Snippet:

Croc is waking up more with each motion of yours and you realize he’s truly amongst the living when he noses his way up your neck and blows gentle cold air across your ear. Your shiver and goosebumps earn a quiet, rumbling chuckle from him. The way you can feel it shudder his chest against your back has pleasure tingling through you.

“Good morning, little lamb,” he whispers, lips brushing the skin of your neck before placing a light kiss right behind your ear.

Now that really throws you off guard. The only way his lips have touched you before was in his usual greeting: a soft hold on your hand and a bow to kiss your knuckles. Never has he treated you to anything so intimate. He continues to do so, now trailing his lips to brush down your neck and across your shoulder. He retraces that path with firmer and firmer presses of his warm lips against your skin. The whole time his fingers continue to pet into the flesh just below the crease of your thigh. It all leaves you so confused; surely he would’ve done this last night if he had wanted to? When you were trying to subtly clue either of them into your want?

“Sir Croc?” you breathe out, “what-”

“Shhh, little lamb,” he croons before his tone turns teasing. “Wouldn’t want to wake up the hawk now would we?”

Your eyes snap up to the beautiful image of Mihawk’s peaceful face, looking perfectly carved in the soft morning light where it rests upon his pillow. Your awareness goes back to his large palm under your cheek and the gentle weight of his hand in yours. You shift again and notice your legs had been faintly brushing his with each motion. How had he not awoken?

“Lift your waist, sweet thing,” Croc urges.

You listen right away, too thrown off by the whole situation to question much else. You press your side away from the mattress and feel the chilled metal of Croc’s hook begin to slide under you, earning yet another shiver from you. It continues on its way, lifting you up even higher as the large, rounded base bass passes below you. All the fidgeting and movement has Mihawk shuffle slightly, spiking your heart rate at the idea of him staring you down in the embrace of Sir Croc. It only holds steady for a moment before Croc uses the base of his hook and his hold by your hip to drag you until you’re pressing flush into him, making your heart thump even faster and harder at the feel of his intimidating hardness coming to nestle against you.

“Croc, what are you-?”

“Hush,” he orders, tone more commanding even though it remained quiet. “Just want to touch you for a while, is that so bad?”

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“How many times do I have to warn you, little lamb?” Croc says, voice fond and teasing. “Hush.”

He stops his tugging when the cloth makes it halfway down your thighs; he doesn’t need it any further to get what he wants anyway. He nestles back against you, making you both let out shaky moans at the feeling of finally being skin to skin. When he grinds on you this time, you cherish every new detail you can feel, loving how his velvety skin contrasts with the solid cock it covers and how his cock was dripping enough to make his head feel like a sloppy mess against your skin. He’s stuck thinking of the heat of you seeping into his body and taking him over, how much your pussy, exposed to him by an obscene arch of your spine, is painting the underside of his cock with each grind.

“There you are,” he breathes reverently, “so fucking warm and wet.” 

You whimper in response to the words, pussy fluttering in want of something to clamp down on. Forgetting that you shouldn’t disturb the man lying next to you, your right hand leaves Mihawk’s to fist the front of his loose shirt. You don’t aim well and your fingers instead search against bare skin and anchor to his golden cross instead. You peek at him again from under your pleasure-scrunched brow. He lets out a breath much closer to a sigh and you feel the air curl gently over your face, a strong contrast to Croc’s forceful grinds. However, there are still no signs of Mihawk waking up. You keep looking even after you’re sure; staring at this gorgeous man lying next to you while being touched has your skin buzzing and head fuzzy. 

How would he react if those golden eyes opened and saw you like this? Would they turn dark with desire, pupils blowing large enough to swallow you whole? Would his face flush a pretty pink from seeing you fall apart in front of him? What pretty sounds would he make to echo your own? Would he reach to touch you, unable to hold himself back?

“I wonder how warm you are inside, little lamb,” Croc whispers after a teasing nip on your earlobe.

Hybrid AU NSFW

Summary:

You specialize in helping exotic hybrids with traumatic pasts. Your biggest challenge has just been plopped on your lap in the form of a crocodile hybrid who reigned as champion in the fighting rings for years, yet being at the top didn't afford him any more humanity from his owners; shown in the fact that he has no name beyond "Croc". His cordial and sophisticated nature (likely taken from the mob family who owned him since he was a child) nearly lulls you into forgetting the ferocity and cruelty ingrained in him. It was branded into him from the outside by owners, strangers, and competitors, but his ability to harness it and explode it back outwards was what kept him alive for all these years. Will he learn to do the same with the patience, understanding, and kindness you feed him or will his smiles only ever be to show off sharp teeth?

Doffy

I Love You So, I'll Eat You Whole (Request) NSFW

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“I told you, tesoro, I want you,” he responds, voice starting to tighten with his rising frustration and muscles coiling with his need to pounce and drag you out to get your angry farce over with already.

“What do you even mean? You already had me!” You scream at him, flinging closer in your wrath. “You had me and you didn’t give a shit; you sent me to die!”

Your fury and your closeness only made him smile wider and ease his posture. “No I didn’t. See-” even with those flamboyant glaces obscuring them you can feel the self-satisfaction oozing from his eyes roving over you, “you’re alive!” He actually has the gall to laugh at his comment. 

“Fuck you and fuck this,” you snarl out through gnashed teeth. As you whirl around, away from him, you yell with all the accusation, hurt, and contempt your shredding vocal cords could muster, “I gave you everything!”

“No,” he finally snaps back, all the dark cheer and playfulness sloughs off of him to reveal the pure wrath and greed beneath. “No you didn’t, tesoro”

This time you can’t escape his iron grip, and your own hatred flares at the realization that he was still toying with you earlier because he was simply letting you go. Nothing you’ve done has intimidated him, he still doesn’t take you seriously - this man you loved beyond the point of obsession has always and will always toy with you.

“Fuck you,” you spit again, too angry to think anything else. He drags you close so you see every detail of his responding sneer. You kick and claw at anything you can but he doesn’t budge an inch and neither does that awful look on his face. “The fuck does that even mean?! I loved you! I faced death for you! I have nothing else to give.” Pieces of defeat that you hate even more than the man trapping you creep into your voice in the end.

“You’re giving it to me now, tesoro,” Doffy coos mockingly, leaning to brush his cheek against your temple. You would’ve killed for this affection before, but now your skin itches under the weight of the condescending touch. Trying to cringe away from him doesn’t work so you lash out with a blind bite. It catches his cheek and the corner of his lip, just barely drawing blood before the pop of opening flesh has you spit him back out in revulsion. “Ahh that’s perfect, tesoro.”

“Fuck you,” you sob your mantra, part hate, part confusion, and a tiny piece of defeat. “I can’t give you any more”

“You can and you will!” He yells, throwing you on his obnoxiously large desk and slamming his hands beside your head in threat. The impact shakes the expensive hardwood and your body, reminding you yet again of the force of nature that entranced you in the first place. 

“I don’t hav-”

“Yes you do,” he screamed, snatching your face in one large hand and forcing you to see the raw fury and festering need twisting his expression. You’ve seen many outbursts from this man but never have you seen such ravenous rage consuming him. “You do. You gave me your love and your skills and your time and your devotion, but that’s not everything I want more.”

His large body feels hot as glowing coals as he lowers it over you, further trapping you between him and the unrelentingly cold and hard wood of his desk.

“I want your hate,” he growls, trailing his nose across your hairline in what you’re sure is a pantomime of real affection. “I want your fight and fury and violence.” His voice has softened but lost none of its fierceness, rushing out of him in a hiss instead of a roar. “I want you to kick and scream and claw at me, show me you loathe me almost as much as you worship me.”

Your confusion starts to wane and you begin to do exactly as he asks - writhing under him in search for an opening, pulling violently at his hair, clawing at his skin and clothes, turning to bite at the hand that has lifted to pet your cheek.

“When I have all of that I will have all of you.”

Law

A Warm Touch pt. 2 (undecided on NSFW)

TW for suicide, self harm, depression, messy discussions of mental health - but it will have a build in understanding and connection and a hopeful direction. Heavy heavy hurt/comfort on both sides. May have deleted pt 1 from tumblr but it should still be on Ao3

Summary:

Your attempt fails due to Law realizing how still you got and then the convulsions let him figure out what was happening. He jumped right into acting as the doctor he is, emptying your stomach and stabilizing you. He's glued to your side through your continued sleep, finally feeling the emotions come now that you're out of danger. He's filled with a disorienting cyclone of rage, guilt, fear, and grief. That storm is the second thing you notice when the world blurs back into being. The first thing you noticed is the shaky, clammy, too-tight grip on your hand.

In the wake of your desperate act, everything that's been left unsaid must be bled out for each other to see and the new hurt in both of you must be tended.

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"How could you?" Law whispers. The broken crack and warble wounding his usually smooth and deep voice dragged the dense pit in your chest deeper than you thought possible. It took with it all the words of comfort and apology you wanted to pour over him. You've held him together when he's crumbled before, but you were never the cause of his distress. There was pungent anger and hurt seeping from his every action. Seeing the consequences of your decision had you falter and wish your running had worked to spare you both - you would be spared facing his pain and Law would be spared your failure to make anything better.

"You were going to leave me," he whimpers. "You're not allowed to leave."

He curls forward under the weight of his next sob, bent head hovering over his clasped hands white-knuckling your own. You feel his stuttering gasps and the steady drip of hot tears on your tingling hands. His distress shoots panic through you great enough to overcome the fear of making it worse and the deeply rooted feeling that you're not worthy enough to touch him. A quiet sniffle of your own interrupting your otherwise silent tears is all Law hears before he feels the feather light tough of your cheek brushing the crown of his head. The way you slowly pillow that cheek into him is hesitant and jittery as frightened deer, but it's all he needed to surge forward and crush the two of you together in a desperate hug.

"How fucking could you?" He asks again, broken but insistent, shoving his face into your chest instinctually chasing your beating heart. All you can do is whimper back and try to cling back such that you'd never be able to part.

Lonely in Company (will include NSFW)

Might change the title to Degausser cuz that song fits the vibe too well and I can see Law listening to it lol that mf looks like a man who indulges in that type of emo music - very Midwestern Emo adjacent but they’ve got the the tri-state bitterness lol

Bullet notes for the first build, leaving the notes on the outcome and growing relationship and then more angst a secret rn lol:

No stranger to these types of feelings himself, though yours manifested without some of the bitterness directed at the world or individuals, it was all directed inward

Noticed it long before he acted on it, was waiting for you to seek him first (figured if you wanted his help you’d come get it, didn’t want to prod or force)

You were avoiding bringing it up to Law or showing him because you felt your woes were insignificant compared to his and that it would almost be insulting to come to him

He also isn’t the warmest of people either, so even though it would mean the most to receive comfort from him, you also expected it the least

He eventually realizes that he’s going to have to come to you first once your symptoms are far beyond his comfort zone

Being direct, he has a talk with you that ends up making you feel like more of a burden due to your headspace more than his intention, telling you things like he’s noticed your work has been faltering and you’ve been disappearing more and more and asks if there’s something you need done - switch of position, leave the crew, etc.

You apologize (he tries to wave it off but you don’t take that to heart) and downplay how you’ve been feeling and that you’ll take care of it

He’s worried but doesn’t press

He starts to be around you more often and in closer proximity than usual (not like being next to you but he never chooses to be across the room anymore and is within distance to engage with you or your activity if need be)

This hovering is coming from a place of worry but you think it’s worry that you’re slacking or going to mess up and not his actual worry for your well being

You finally open up some when he changes to asking you what you’re thinking instead of how you’re feeling. You take a moment to stare into his eyes and he hates how empty yours look. You ask, “do you ever feel lonely?” “...every day.” You switch back to watching nothing in the air in front of you. The pause is long enough for him to think you’re done with the conversation before you look back to him. “Would it… would it be okay if I was around, Captain?” “It would be nice.”

You start to spend your free time with him, each doing separate things but sharing space together. It doesn’t help much with your loneliness but it is a good stopper for your mind getting worse because you’re not in an empty space - you can see and hear him when your thoughts start spiraling instead of them amplifying the “fact” that no one wants you around.

One night you end up falling asleep in his office. He let you rest there until he was done, not wanting to lose your presence.

He wakes you with a hand on your knee and the other gently shaking your shoulder. He whispered your name so softly that it broke your heart with the yearning to hear that all the time and have it mean something

Similarly, Law was of seeing you sleep soundly as a normal occurrence, and being able to touch more of you, craving the affection more than sex (tho that is something he also wants)

Both of you are Touch Starved and move apart more slowly than was normal and both of you thought about it constantly until the next touch

Because of this, personal space starts to be shared (standing with arms brushing, leaning over shoulders, sitting with thighs touching) but using hands seems to be where you two falter

This goes on for awhile before Law decides to advance things, wanting to help your shared loneliness

Making it be about physical needs over emotional ones is easier for him to admit so he goes that route

You’re about to leave his office to head to bed but he stops you by telling you to wait a moment

You turn around to wait for whatever he has to say, watching him get up from his spot to go over to you. You are shocked however when he keeps walking right into your bubble and stalks forward while you back up until he has you trapped against the door

He was looking into your eyes the whole way and you have to look up when he stops so you can keep eye contact while he looms over you

He watches you intently, trailing two fingertips along your jaw from one ear down to your chin, when he passes that he turns his hand over to brush the back of it against the opposite cheek. The caress ends with your chin propped on his index finger, his thumb teasing your bottom lip back and forth. Both of you are caught in a trance the whole time, breathing soft and shallow for fear of breaking the moment.

“Are you still lonely?” “I… yes, Captain” “Me too” He swoops down to replace his thumb with his lips

The kiss is slow and savoring, but also tentative and shallow. He’s holding your shoulders and you’re standing stiff, again both of you afraid the other will bolt at any moment

He separates but is only able to let himself get far enough to breathe, your lips still tickling each other and being warmed by each other’s breaths. Both of you still have your eyes closed, fearing that opening them will wake you from this dream. You feel his lips when he asks, “Still?” You push through your nerves and the feeling that you’ll fuck this up somehow to reach for him. He shivers when he feels your fingers through his shirt as you take a fistful of it. You give it a nervous tug and say, “Yes.” He’s back on you, forceful and needy, pulling you into him like you’ll disappear

You begin sleeping with each other to feel less alone. It’s needy and passionate and over time it becomes more and more vulnerable. It’s not all you do (you keep up the quiet time), nor is he kicking you out once the deeds done but there’s an unspoken rule not to talk about What It Means

First Heat ft Shachi and Penguin (ABO) NSFW

Originally was gonna be Law's section of the ABO series but I couldn't resist adding Shachi and Penguin so it's probably best if it's its own thing.

Summary:

A supply run being pushed back has left you with no other choice but to have your first heat on the Polar Tang. You've been hiding your status for safety in the pirate life more than for fear of being kicked from the crew. Your life has left you with a healthy fear of alphas finding your status however so only three of the betas know - Shachi, Penguin, and Ikkaku. In order to avoid facing the reality of the situation, you've been putting off prepping for your heat, so when it begins to set in early from the stress Shachi and Penguin scramble to help hide and provide for you.

Law forces them to show him where they've been hiding you. Law quickly falls into being as out of his mind as you are when he enters the room you've holed up in. Shachi and Penguin enter too to try and encourage him out but Law will not be removed from you. They're stuck there with the both of you as you try to adjust to sharing your heat and the rut it's pulling from Law, creating a mess of dominance and desire between the four of you.

Malicious Compliance NSFW

Notes/Plans:

Law - “I want this place clean enough I could eat off the floor” Reader does an immaculate job and leaves him his favorite food but left on the middle of the floor, maybe with a note that says “I even made time to whip you up something”

Tells you to stop tying your jumpsuit around your hips (it distracts him), you move to your waist first then when thats not enough you fully cover and make sure to ask permission each time you need to take off your jumpsuit, including each time you’re going to change for bed, phrasing it as “permission to disrobe” to see him fluster

You’re one of the ones on supply run in town - law is focusing on specifically restocking the medical supplies so you ask if he wants you to grab him anything and he’s dismissive in waving you off, saying “don’t bother”. You give everyone in the crew a little something except him (he realizes that he did say he didn’t want anything but it still hurts). When he returns to his room that night he finds a bag hanging from his door with a thoughtful fandom gift and a note “doesn’t count - it wasn’t a bother”

He tells you not to spend so much time with Luffy’s crew on this next meetup lest they influence you so you spend the whole time with Luffy (“what you said his crew-“) and Law feels jealous at the more boisterous side of you Luffy can easily pull out that he just doesn’t have the right personality for and it’s only rubbed in by you happily picking up Luffy’s nickname for him. It feels like a taunt every time you use it. After a few days of you using it (you love the excuse to be more openly warm and teasing with him) he snaps at you that it’s not his name. You go through a few more iterations of not quite his name, landing on Cap as a disrespectful version of his title, before he snaps

“I’m gonna fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name”

“Now you know just a fraction of how insane you make me feel”

“You could tell how fucked I am for you couldn’t you? Thought it would be funny to play with me and my feelings?” “No-” “Then why? You poke and you prod and you tease as if I’m not already incapable of thinking of anything but you. You could just look at me and you’re the only thing that exists.”

“You think you’re so clever huh? Let’s fuck that smart mouth stupid”

Shanks

Drunken Courage NSFW

Snippet:

Drinking with Shanks and the crew is nothing new to you. While you are more of an explorer than a pirate, you have tagged along with them on many adventures. At first it was simply because your aims aligned and your skills mutually benefited each other. That driving force, along with a lot of fortunate coincidence, carried your relationship along for quite a while, until you found yourself keeping tabs on him and adjusting your path so it wouldn’t stray too far from his. You’re pretty sure you’ve done it gradually enough for it to not be noticed (though Beckmann seems to be onto you - nothing gets by that man), or at least it’s escaped Shanks’ notice because he’s yet to poke fun at it.

No, instead he’s playing his usual game of pretending three shots is deep enough into his drinking to get affected. If the tales from crew mates of his legendary tolerance weren’t enough to expose him, then his mediocre acting skills would be. You’d have to rat that out to your other favorite drinking buddy. He didn’t particularly like hearing about your red-headed pal, but a bitch-fest did get him giggling enough to turn as red as his nose.

Despite the fact that you and the entire crew knew of Shanks’ game, you all still go on letting him play it. What’s the harm? And all of you were curious as to where he’d go with it. You had some idea; you’d have to be legendarily dense to not notice that it was an excuse to share your personal space, but the further “why” escaped you. Why did he want your touch? He could be a fan of physical affection who didn’t feel comfortable coming right out with it to you. That in itself was strange. You knew he had no trouble engaging women with sweet talk and caresses to tempt them for more, so why were you different? Was he unsure because he wanted the touches to stay platonic or did he truly find you intimidating? You found that idea positively ridiculous - Shanks could bring a legion down with his willpower alone. 

One thing you were certain of was that he wanted your touch; he’d sprinkle himself on the others around but he’d glaze himself onto you, leaning and laying and resting and holding but just barely playing with the line of romantic touches. That circled you right back to the question of where he wanted it to go. 

You had nurtured too much affection for this man and his many layers to halt your relationship at ‘bedmates’. Months into your relationship you would have happily skipped into bed with him, back when you only saw him as a silly man with too much power for anyone who breezed so flippantly through life. The year after that had you watching that veneer become transparent and show more serious aims and opinions from him. It made you pick over how much of it was genuine and worry about why he would want you to be so disarmed by his outward nature. You settled on it being a purposeful choice on what part of himself to highlight and not a false identity to hide behind.

Once you were decided on that, it was over for you. You loved a man who could bring a calm joy to your life and Shanks had the added benefit of knowing exactly when you needed him to get serious. The few times your vulnerability had broken through, he had treated you with care and respect. The way he made you feel safe and cared for in those times melted you and had you irrevocably hooked. It made it easy to see why his crew followed him with such devotion, and you’re positive you’d do the same if he’d just ask it of you.

He wasn’t very great at asking these things of you though, if his drunken farce was anything to go by. 

He was sat with you on a small bench he had brought out to share while he had helped set up earlier. Using his talent to notice details, he set a thick woven blanket on the bench as a cushion, set a softer and thinner one within reach (on the opposite side of the fire so that it could be properly used as a barrier to the heat without already being warmed itself), and placed a small table on your side so you wouldn’t have to put yours on the floor if you tired of holding it. All were little gestures that had your heart skipping giddily since 

Beckman was the one who pointed for you to watch Shanks at work from your position on the top deck. You were unaware that Beckman was meant to be distracting you from his task - orders from Shanks himself. Beckman figured a little insubordination would be fine if it would finally get the fucking ball rolling. In an attempt to make sure it stayed rolling instead of crashing and burning, Beckman decided to offer a little advice.

“Don’t make too big a deal of it, he’ll scurry away.” There was a dry humor to his words but enough seriousness to you to know he meant it.

“As if I could scare that man,” you huffed. “Besides the drink and fire will draw him back if he does scuttle off.”

“You don’t scare him, but I’ll be damned if feelings don’t,” Beckman explained. “And before you argue with me - look.”

He jutted his chin back in Shanks’ direction just in time for you to see the careful way he was fussing with the blanket on your side. He would massage and nudge it slightly before testing it out and repeating. He got through that maybe four times before his face lit up with pride, showing that eye-crinkling, cheek-splitting, shiny-toothed smile that made you weak. There was a short moment before he joined the swirling crew to help with the rest where his face became achingly tender with affection while taking in the spot you would sit.

“Well maybe it’s more of a commitment fear. There are times even I can’t figure out the ridiculous parts of his brain,” Beckman sighed.

“That’s a shame ‘cause I had a ring picked out and everything,” you facetiously mourned. “Even started thinking of dress silhouettes. You think mermaid or a-line would fit him better?”

“Go ball gown; he’ll be insufferable if he gets to show off his figure,” Beckman warns seriously.

“He’s fun when he’s insufferable,” you giggled lovingly.

Beckman looked over to see your expression matching the one just seen on his captain and barely reigned in the urge to drag you to him and knock your heads together. He was very practiced in his restraint; this was the eighteenth time today alone that he had to exercise it. The crew all got their practice with it, but most found Shanks’ show too amusing to want to expedite the experience.

Lifetimes of Summer

Shanks is very tied to this song in my brain for some reason. I have lots of personal ties from a few happy memories in childhood to the imagery in the song too, so I feel I have to do something with it. This thing, as with many of these, has been marinating forever 💀🤡

Snippet:

I died happy in my sleep

He never thought he would make it this far. Given his lifestyle, he thought it would end early and abruptly, explosively and violently. Even when he held the power to make legions kneel at a look, death sat watching him in his periphery and he had long since accepted its inevitability. He wasn’t wrong about the certainty of its due payment, but he was very wrong about its patience. Death waited long for him, letting him build decades of life around adventure, adrenaline, leisure, and love. They wore into his body not like waves on crags but as hands on leather, getting softer and more perfectly fitted with each caress.

My children around and you looking down

As his body lay still, the decades came to him in hands. Hands large and strong, delicate and manicured, warm and cold and soft and cracked and loving - always loving. Hands grasped him and stretched before departure, wanting to hold on forever. A hand kept from him in a thick glove laid on his cheek, before disappearing and returning to share its calluses and wrinkles. Many more came to brush and pass over him, record him against their skin and speak feelings his ears could no longer hear. He marveled especially at the many hands smaller than his, most of which could have hid under his palm and one that could only manage to hold his finger. He yearned to know how the years would shape them, but easily let his last desire go when he remembered the hands he didn’t feel.

Now the time stands still

His eyes finally work again and the light is blinding. He squints against it, hoping other things will come in to fill the vast white. His other senses fill in before his eyes adjust - creaking wood and washing water reach his ears, familiar sea salt is in his nose and on his tongue, beaming heat is softened by a loving breeze on his skin. Large bright blurs dim and sharpen and the only one that registers anymore is the one that takes your form. His heart pounds harder with each detail that comes into clear focus, his favorite being your face, looking exactly as it did after first saying “I love you”. He’s forgotten to breathe - he needs to do that again? - and his legs waver under him, knees weak at seeing you again.

He gets you for nights and days, seasons come and gone, and each of time’s cycles, but all lacking the symptom of age.

And there they are, your hands, warm and gentle on his own. He stares into your wet eyes and shaking smile while he reacquaints to your skin. His grip settles around your wrists, searching for one last mark of certain life. A steady beat plays against his trembling fingertips and you both finally weep out your joy.

Young, Dumb, and Full of- NSFW

Summary:

Shanks’ 20s were treating him quite kindly. Despite only being halfway through them, he’s filled out his crew, traipsed most of the Grand Line and four seas, and made quite the name for himself. He’s sure that, if given another decade on the seas, he could secure his spot as a yonko.

His determination and travails haven’t kept him from wandering or indulging his whims. What kind of pirate would he be if he forgot the lessons Roger taught him and fell only into diligent avarice? He made sure that he and his loved ones indulged in life heartily as they sought their prizes and purpose. After all, a happy future won’t come at the cost of never enjoying the present.

And enjoy he did, finding adventure, treasure, acclaim, challenge, and a fix for every appetite. Though recently one appetite was left wanting. Not for a lack of trying, but Shanks bed felt empty. No body warming it not his skin felt quite right. Sure, he had fun and got a quick fix, but each one left him feeling slightly more hollow. The turn to this confused him, as he hasn’t come across this problem in his years of enjoying others. He’d be lying if he said there weren’t two who stood out above the rest in sating him. It was why that was the case that confounded him.

Luckily, he has Beckman there to help steer him towards his answer. They both shared a wide appetite for women, yet with such different approaches and results. There always seemed to be a true affection warming between Beckman and his partners that the sparking lust of Shanks' exploits didn't match. How he managed to kindle such embers, Shanks had no clue. Maybe some direction will help him finally sink his teeth into a real meal, the kind that left you warm and sleepy. And maybe if he's really lucky then he can get the platter that's had his mouth watering for awhile now; you.

Corazon

Little Something (undecided on NSFW)

Summary:

He's pretty sure that your heart belongs to another but he'll take any of your attention he can get. Besides, he started this purely aiming for your friendship and he cherishes it so deeply.

Mihawk

A Light in Dark Places (will include NSFW)

Summary:

Reader is an organ and piano technician restoring all the instruments in Kuraigana Castle. The largest project is the heavily damaged organ that used to be the crown jewel of the concert hall. Proximity love, as slow burn as I can manage, depressed reader, so much yearning, sharing a bed/semi-one bed trope, love is found in helping each other connect to living. Snippet of first chapter below.

Snippet:

“Little Mouse.”

A hollow metallic thunk rang loudly through the empty concert hall, announcing the warlord like a ceremonial gong.

“Son of a cunt! God fucking-” a flurry of expletives helped fill the grande room, tapering off in time with the pure tone of the struck pipe. 

Mihawk watched with masked amusement as you crawled out from the entrance to the innards of Kuraigana’s pipe organ. He did have some pity for the undoubtedly throbbing spot you held on the crown of your head; he wasn’t heartless. His shielded empathy was far from the list of traits he wanted his name to evoke, however. Along with that fact, that empathy did nothing to taint the entertainment he found from the size of your entryway; it was much more suited for five year olds than a fully grown adult. It made it wondrously impossible for anyone to enter and exit with anything other than ungainly fumbling at best. You were still on hands and knees when you first addressed your employer.

“Hello, Lord Dracule,” you huffed, mostly from exasperation at yourself for how well this interaction had started. You gave him a tired nod of your head, before turning and placing the nearby wood panel back to seal and disguise the entryway. You cursed the designer on each entry and exit; was the seam of a door so bad that they had to resort to this?

“I thought you’d heard my steps when I came in,” Mihawk stated with one minutely raised brow. He and his expression looked all the more imperious casting a shadow from so far above you.

You answered first with a good-natured laugh at your own expense. Brushing off the knees of your pleated trousers, you stood to feel at least a little more ready to address the lord of the castle. Re-rolling the cuffs of your long-rumpled button-up gave you a place to put your nervous energy while you made to straighten your spine and square your shoulders. 

“You know how I can get when I’m at work, my lord,” you spoke through an apologetic smile. You took a moment to rub your aching eyes before meeting his gaze again. “Nothing short of an invasion would’ve caught my attention.”

“Or a nickname apparently,” He drawled, feeling teasing but sounding condescending. He didn’t like the responding flinch in your smile. It was minuscule, but it was still there. His brow changed to furrow when he saw the light sway to your posture.

Nami

Enjoying the Enabling NSFW

Summary:

Ever since you've set eyes on Nami all you've wanted to do is spoil her rotten. Nothing beats the shine in her eyes when you hand her something or do something for her and she just looks so cute with that cheeky smile when she shows off her new treasures. The thank you kisses don't hurt either, though you dream of the day they wander from their spot on your cheek. All that daydreaming is having you miss how Nami likes her things best when she can share them with you, so she decides to see if you'll recognize your own love language better.

Cross Guild

Why's HE the Favorite? NSFW

Overview/outline:

Mihawk and Croc forcing Buggy to fuck you in front of them thinking it would be humiliating to him, but he gets off on it and it’s not humiliating at all because he knows very well how to please you. They get wrapped up in watching - Mihawk petting your hair and holding your hands, Croc making you suck on his fingers and playing with your ability to breathe, Croc using his hook to drag your thighs wider, Mihawk sucking dark marks into your neck. After your highs and how much the others enjoyed watching you, Buggy is flying high on rare confidence and offers to the others if they’d like to have a try making you feel that good.

Mihawk goes first, steady and meticulous, focused on keeping you present and feeling him everywhere, building a climax slowly. He's ardent in a way that's completely foreign to you, even the simplest caress brimming with underlying energy and passion. He has you completely surrounded, hands brushing and massaging every inch of skin they can reach, lips and tongue you both in slowly sharing taste and leaving loving trails over your face, eyes always coming back to soak in your every reaction and trap you to him. When your climax finally crests, it grips you from head to toe and you cling to him and call his name, but your hands and eyes still seek Buggy.

Croc goes next and works at getting you close over and over again only to laugh at your whining when he keeps you from cumming. The stretch also has you maddened and plays just right with your cervix, feeling beautifully overwhelming so you need Buggy to keep you comforted through it. Croc commands Buggy to choke you and when he finally lets you cum he tells Buggy to let go, you’re absolutely thrashing and crying for this one and near painfully gripping down on Croc. You beg him to cum - you want to feel full and focus on that instead of the overwhelming pleasure, you snuggling into his hand and begging him with teary eyes fucks him up and he cums. Buggy sends a hand to rub gently at your clit and that throws you over a final time. Mihawk is touching you gently the whole time and praising you. Croc is holding you possessively, unwilling to let go. You’re babbling “thank you”s swapping between grabbing at each of them, but it’s Buggy who you pull in to kiss and nuzzle.

The other two seek your affection - their true purpose for this encounter coming to light. Croc leaving kisses from your ankle up your calf and caressing your hips, gently rubbing the sore joints, Mihawk is entwining your free hand with his, pressing it lovingly to his face before kissing your fingertips and palm and wrist, you give little shows of appreciation to them, but your dopey smile and lovesick eyes always go back to your dear clown.

Sweet-Scented Secrets (Truth Potion Series)

A magical vendor you (sort of) trust sells you a perfume meant to make someone confess. Inspired by this vid where a dude is testing a perfume then just starts opening up about some out of pocket shit 💀 Character list is very fluid right now - will include the usual favs and fold in any that spark my interest or in the case anyone else is interested. Below is a good chunk from the intro/set-up.

Snippet:

You would’ve had to have been blind or willfully, stubbornly ignorant to see that woman and think anything other than “witch”. Feathers and beads were tied in her dark hair, swaying in time with her vertebrae earrings on each turn of her head to watch passersby. You kept your eyes to them as you approached her, feeling unsettled and intrigued by the strange decorations. Shortly after you began heading towards her, her face snapped to you and she zeroed in, making you feel like a rabbit stalled before a fox. When she stood from her seat and sashayed over to greet you in front of her stall, you realized she was barefoot, sporting wood and leather anklets instead of shoes. The music they beat with each of her steps and the open smile that warmed her face eased you just a bit.

“Hello, sweet thing,” she greeted, the cheery tone of her voice ringing out the pet name. “I can help you find just what you need. The coven and I have built a stock to aid any situation, including yours.”

As she leaned forward in a semblance of a bow, you noticed her large necklace of braided bramble (Thorns still on? you noticed incredulously) hung low, holding dried roses in front of her cleavage. The languid way it followed her matched the nature of the scant drapings of deep red and dirty beige fabric, which hung on her in the vague shape of a summer dress. She held out her suntanned arms, palms up to ask for your hands. Having her this close nearly made you step back; something unnatural lived in the air around her and her tawny eyes saw right through doors and walls and words and skin. Feeling hesitant, you continued to meet her gaze and only offered a mumbled greeting.

“Come now, let me have your hands,” she encouraged gently. “They’ll tell me what you need.”

“How are they supposed to do that?” you asked curtly. “And I usually like knowing someone’s name before hand-holding.”

“Call me Pythia,” she chimed immediately, still holding her bent posture and asking hands. “I don’t have the time to explain the hands. I promise I won’t keep them though.” She giggled at her own… joke? You were hoping that was a joke. You eyed the peeks of death behind her (articulated bugs here, bones there, jarred creatures, hides, blood-) that made all the pretty wares around them seem tainted.

Watching her laugh was the first time you noticed the knack her loving smile had for curling into something more impish, cluing you in that she knew something you didn’t. Despite this making her feel even more dangerous to interact with, you put your hands in hers.

“Thank you, lovely,” Pythia said, voice heavy with a gratefulness that didn’t seem to fit the moment to you. While she cradled your hands, you cautiously took in the many carved rings and bangles of stone, leather, metal, and bone that decorated her own.

That caution had rooted itself to you and was very stubbornly sticking to your feelings about her wares. Besides the perfume, you had purchased an herbal pouch to hang over your bed, meant to aid with ease and depth of sleep. The first night you noticed your mind was much calmer than its usual anxious whirring before bed. The second night you listened to the first of her instructions and took ten deep breaths through your nose against the sigil-embroidered pouch. Your sleep came mere minutes after taking in the floral and earthy scent. It had you decide to try out the full instructions, adding on asking the herbs for good rest, placing a gentle kiss to the sigil, and sealing it with a long press of your forehead to the marking. You slept like the dead.

The success had you brainstorming on how to make it back to her in a few months, as she had warned you that the effects will fade with use. It has only been three weeks since your first full ritual with the pouch and you can already feel it start to wane just a bit. You mourned this morning when the sun through your window had actually managed to rouse you from sleep. When you were grumpily blinking at the bright light, you had noticed the perfume bottle still sitting untouched next to the beaming light.

If the pouch worked then shouldn’t this?

ABO Series NSFW

You've been hiding your omega status but circumstance outs you to them. Sometimes it's your heat, sometimes their rut, but it always ends in you being overwhelmed with the need for each other.

Group 1

Buggy

Full heat

The small town that is the base for Buggy's Delivery is finally settled

You're long overdue for a heat, knowing you've been pushing your body by keeping so hard at the suppressants for so long

The heat would be hell, but it would be way worse if you kept this going until your body forced it on you anyway

You take finally staying in an established place, especially one that allows you far more privacy than a ship, as a sign that it's time to bite the bullet

Thinking Buggy was still too busy with running things (and largely waving other people off to take care of it for him), you just pulled back your presence and hunkered down to ride this out instead of trying to come up with a full excuse

Buggy was very much not too busy to notice your presence lacking in his days, and he noted it with increasing worry and frustration

Did he upset you? Were you disappointed in this whole business? Was he disappointing you?

That last thought scared him too deeply so it was quickly covered with 'how dare you just run off and ignore him like your time together meant nothing?!'

He storms to your corner of the hideout, primed and ready to scream you an earful. He pounds at your door to no response until knowing you're on the other side acting like he doesn't exist enrages him enough to kick the door in

He inhales to yell but deflates completely when he's hit with a wall of sweet and musky heat that somehow also smells deliciously like you and he almost can't believe it until he sets eyes on you and is struck with how you've put every single one of his fanatsies to shame with how you look

Croc

Pre-heat

You knew Croc kept a good eye on you but you underestimated him

You didn't underestimate his acumen, no you underestimated just how closely he watched you, missing that his eyes on you were absolutely obsessive

It does take a long while (longer than he'd like to admit) but he does find out why your status struck him as odd. Your act was good but he could in fact sniff out that it was an act

The moment he finds out that the act is hiding your omega status for fear of your safety (proof found when he finds out about your suppressants) he's setting a trap for you

He intercepts your suppressants and replaces them with sugar pills, enjoying his game as he watches you try to keep up your farce while your hormones trickle back in

He didn't think it possible but each compounding show of your born status has him needing you just that much more

That should've been his sign that this ploy could have him lose himself too, but he was too consumed with thinking of you to consider it

He thinks he has you right where he wants you when you begin to go into pre-heat, but when he's in front of you, he's the first one to become fully helpless to their instincts

Mihawk

Full rut

Trying to deal with his rut alone as he often does but he's in agony

He thinks of calling past rut partners but the thought of touching any of them is making his skin crawl

Slowly his instincts eat away at his higher decision making and he's leaving his rut room before he's even thought of getting up

He's propelled by his need, feet guiding him towards a promised relief that only takes the blurry shape of kind hands and intelligent eyes

A familiar scent manages to make him both relieved and starved at the same time

His eyes finally focus and see your face, frozen in shock and concern

With each step towards you, your scent begins to sweeten and musk and the panic in your face heightens but all he can think is of his need to touch, taste, feel, and own every inch of you

Shanks

Pre-rut

It's hitting him different than it usually does, heightening his aggression more than his lust

The lust is still there under the current but the way he can't detach it from you only has his temper quicken

He doesn't feel right propositioning you as you've become part of the crew and he also worries about hurting a beta with an aggressive rut

Your instincts however have been telling you to soothe and care for him despite his increasingly prickly demeanor and you keep searching for whats wrong until he finally snaps at you

With his uncharacteristically frayed patience in the wake of his body's turmoil, some of his conquerors haki slips into his command for you to just stop

It has you drop to your knees and in your hazy consciousness you begin to feel your body warm, propelled by the stress and a command from the alpha you've been yearning for

The moment he smells the heat on you he snatches you away for himself

Beckman

Pre-heat

You’ve been on suppressants too long so they begin failing

You’d been hovering around him as of late, a lil more touchy than you’d ever been

You’ve taken to wearing scent covering perfume

While it’s nice, he’s yearning for your scent again

You take a sudden 180 and he doesn’t see you for a day and a half

When he sees you again, you’ve hidden yourself in his sheets, curled around some shirts you’ve pulled from his laundry

You’ve got obvious patches on, cluing him in to the situation as if your obvious nesting and flush weren’t enough

You’re in your right mind just enough to convince him you do want this

One thing that helped convince him was the hovering behavior

Beckman is heavily interested and trying to hold himself back despite your scent not being out to influence him yet

That changes when you rip one of the patches off of your neck (“smell how much I need you”) and he’s immediately on you

Group 2

Luffy

Full Heat

You were separated on an island and ran out of suppressants

he finds you holed up in heat and it triggers his first real rut since he first presented

Luffy as an alpha never really reacted to omegas

Chopper knows you’re an omega and tries to only let those who wouldn’t be affected by your heat search for you and he wrongly includes Luffy in that group

Zoro

Pre-heat

he got you both trapped with a wrong turn in some ruins

normally you’d be making the decisions instead of him but your pre-heat is setting in

the increasing close proximity is just making it worse, enough that your scent starts to leak through your blocking underwear with the slick

Sanji

Pre-rut

Pre-rut brain has him snoop through your stuff

He wants your scent to get off and comfort him through his rut

He ends up finding patches and scent blocking underwear

Ace

Full Rut

he’s in the rut room on the ship and you’r sent in to check on him because he’s doing really awful

as the closest “beta” to him, you’re the smart choice except you’re fully an omega, who already struggles with their instincts around him

you figure an omega might help his rut calm down and Ace might keep your secret (especially if you offer the leverage of becoming his rut partner?)

Sabo

Pre-Rut

he’s gotten obsessive in his pre-rut, sticking to you like glue

He convinces you for some physical touch for comfort and finds your patches on your body

in his desperation he can’t keep from ripping them off and burying himself in your scent, nor can he stop his hips from rutting into you the whole process

He goes to mouthing at your glands immediately and begging to mate you

Koby

Pre-Heat

finds you because he’s checking in on your “rut”

you’ve been posing as an alpha, you find the role easy to play most of the time as you’ve become used to overcompensating for your status and you hoped it would help ease you up the ranks

He’s just one step above you in rank (something Helmeppo won’t let you forget) so he’s your captain both directly and in marine rank and feels the need to make sure you’re okay

when he goes to check in and you violently fly to the door to close it he gets worried but the broken voice you use to tell him to leave is what makes him do otherwise - he’s never heard you sound so pathetic and it had his instincts kick up in a need to protect you

he barges in despite your protests and the smell hits him like a ton a bricks, the sweet alpha gets aggressive with you for the first time (‘why won’t you just fucking let me take care of you for once”)

Group 3

Doffy

Full Heat

He's had you locked away for awhile, keeping you from your suppressants (unknowingly), when he checks on you again you’re already in heat

Cora

Pre-Rut

seeks you out because you’re his favorite and his brain is telling him you’re who he needs for his rut, he’s already pretty far gone but when it triggers your omega scent he’s gone

Law

Full heat

Thought you were leaving the crew for the Straw Hats (you were holing up with them for a heat)

Thinks you don't trust him because you've refused most medical attention from him yet you're fine with Chopper

The problem was that you're reactive to him and his recent rut had you burn through your supply of suppressants

Kid

Full Rut

You’re the ship doc and need to check on his rut because its going bAD and despite taking precautions and doing fine with all the other ruts it throws you right into a heat the moment he’s on you

Killer

Pre-Heat

you got real injured in a reckless fight the crew got in, docs been keeping your secret but Killer finds out when he’s checking on you

Group 4

Aiming to contain Katakuri, Lucci, Garp, Roger, and Rayleigh

Thank you if you've made it this far cuz damn lol

If you like any of these snips enough to read them again I’d suggest saving them, lest my propensity to delete my posts make them disappear. Honestly if you like any of my fics enough for another read I’d suggest saving them what with the long struggled debate of nuking my presence becoming a more and more tempting idea - to let like a percent of the Edge out, a bitch is disgraced with her own existence and proof of my failing at it sucks to see 💀 thus ~delete~ inclination lol sorry for the Hot Topic Moment, I hope you managed to enjoy!

#buggy x reader #mihawk x reader #shanks x reader #one piece x reader #wips #sir crocodile x reader #law x reader #doflamingo x reader #x reader #reader insert #my writing #writers block

[gggoldfinch]

You’re telling me I need to reread my own 4 y/o 100k word fic to remember what it’s about

#Something Good will someday get a complete rewrite because I’ve improved tenfold as an author since 2022 when I rewrote it for the 2nd time #but until then I need to actually finish it 💀 #jk I remember better than my own life experiences

[todayisafridaynight]

hanawa dying after being revealed to be morinaga gotta be the funniest twist in rgg like Yes This Man Is Dead But No He's Not !!! OK Now He's Dead. Like ACTUALLY This Time.

#iw spoilers #spoilers #snap chats #STILL FUNNY #and the way he just. dies. not even Dies like it was so casual it still has me chortling #anyway i thought i was gon play more IW tonight but i decided to be responsible for once and do comm work instead #God Willing i actually finish the batch i got. Two Months Ago this week </3 right before valentines day </3 #i smell a holiday sale ....... <- absolutley fucking not #unless .. aha .. #no im lying ill wait until the end of the month at LEAST i need lke. ACTUAL money now 💀 #ok bye rip hanawa you were funny

[natasha-in-space]

Ughhh, it might take me a while to get to the last couple of requests in my inbox! Life's been very busy lately, and I'm finding myself too tired to really create as much as I usually do. It's annoying! Hoping I'll get some down time soon, and actually finish up on all I have planned <3

#mia babbles #TWO of my friends are having birthdays as well and i am rushing to finish up their gifts for them in time 😭💀 #PLUS i have a danger ray fic idea i wanna get to work on #AND i have a fic for a different fandom that i need to finish before the 8th of march #ON TOP OF THAT i wanna start off a horror related side blog but since i am an organization freak i can't do that until i think it through #i am usually workings on one project at a time bc it's easier that way but #but lately i'm just full of inspiration and will to create but no time or strength on my hands #AND IT'S SO FRUSTRATING #was hoping to actually get to the yoosung/mc request yesterday and i actually had a full blurb planned #but found myself falling asleep halfway through #why must i stay eepy

[luveline]

maybe hotch and reader are expecting a little bambino and nobody else knows until someone points out reader's belly? (i feel like it'd be absolutely hilarious if it was spencer that pointed it out 💀💀)

thank u for ur request! fem!pregnant!reader

"Can I ask you something?" Spencer asks.

You smile at him gently. "Always, Spence." 

He seems cagey despite your assurance, lowering his voice and stepping closer to you. "Do you think maybe you need more fibre in your diet?"

You've been friends, best friends, with Spencer for so long you genuinely can't remember a time in your life where you didn't love him, but you have no idea what to say to that. It's the weirdest thing he's ever said unprompted. That's saying something. 

"Is there… a reason that you're asking me?" 

"There's three," he says. He waits for you to nod before laying them out. "For a few weeks now you've been more tired than usual. You're hungry all the time, and your stomach is bloated. I know that can feel painful, you could eat a handful of chia seeds in the morning and it would help." 

You feel like someone's dropped an ice cube down the back of your t-shirt. Disarmed, you turn to Hotch where he's standing at the whiteboard, your hand moving automatically to your stomach. He gives you a similarly perturbed look. Derek's head shoots up at the list of symptoms, and Emily covers her mouth at your protective hand where it's poised. Fucking profilers.

"I've actually been taking vitamins," you say, wondering if you can still save it.  

Emily is the first to break. "Wait, are you–?" She doesn't let herself finish. 

Spencer shakes his head, brown curls bouncing at the base of his neck. "What?" he asks, his lips twisting into a trademark pout. 

"Spence," you murmur, taking his wrists into your hands. "I want you to know that I was going to tell you first. This weekend, genuinely. I didn't think you'd notice so soon, is all."  

He looks at Hotch, then you, then Hotch again. You press your lips together. "Please don't be upset," you say. 

It clicks. There and then, you witness the cogs turning. "You're pregnant?" he asks breathlessly. 

"On purpose," you joke. 

Spencer tackles you. His arms fly around your waist, a tight, brotherly squeeze of a hug that makes you feel like you're gonna burst. "You're kidding!" 

You're barraged by hugs. Emily, Derek, JJ. Rossi shakes Hotch's hand and pats his back in congratulations, which is so old-man style you find yourself laughing under JJ's arm. "How do you know it's his?" you ask Rossi. 

Hotch laughs as Derek moves in for a similar bro-hug, nothing but love in his eyes as he smiles at you from over Derek's shoulder. You smile back, amazed and ecstatic at their happy reactions, until Spencer forces JJ aside with more gusto than he likely should to hug you again. You're blinded by his wild hair. 

"I don't think you can fix this with a cup of chia seeds," Derek says. 

"We couldn't be happier," Hotch assures him. 

"On purpose, huh? When were you going to tell us?" Emily asks, her face a picture of surprise, a hint of disappointment in her thin brows. "I had no idea you wanted another one!" 

"Jack wants a brother," Hotch says. "You know she can't say no to him. And he's perfect–" 

"But there's nothing wrong with wanting more," Rossi finishes, his eyes gleaming. 

"I thought it might be a little awkward to emphasise that we were trying," you say, patting Spencer's shoulders. 

Emily winces. "Gotcha." 

"Let's see the bump, mama," Derek says. 

You step back from Spencer's side to turn, holding your shirt flat to the underside of your baby bump. It got bigger quicker than you thought it would, and now that it's been pointed out, it's obvious. 

Derek shakes his head in disbelief. "That's–" 

"Amazing," Hotch says. You beam at him. 

There's a second round of hugs. Delight thrums in the air like a charge, laughter buoyant. Hotch parts the sea of excitement to kiss your cheek and hug your shoulder proudly, turning his head away from everyone. You know what he's thinking —this is going to be a really special time for you both. Your team will make sure of it.

"Um?" Penelope asks, elbowing open the door with a weighty laptop in her hands. "Did I miss something?" 

Penelope, predictably, screams down the house at the presenting of your bump. Then she cries, and for a while you're all unashamedly teary-eyed. 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble

[rusmii]

Ok so before I forget what i dreamed about PLEASE IM BEGGING U RESPOND PLEASE PLEASE AND IF U DON'T DO REQUEST PLEASE DO IT WHEN U OPEN REQUEST PLEASE SO I WILL ASK DIFFERENT CREATORS THIS BUT DIFFERENT ANIME OR GAME MALE CHARACTER SO.....

Female reader pls so

Yn is gf whit bsd men i want reaction of them when u set up a camera start recording and put her head between the legs and it goes like this:

'''Hello girls lets do a unboxin video "" and she starts uk unzipping undressing.....

What will they do will the men allow her to do it does one of them do reverse card and just does yn unboxin or dies he let her please i need Rat man AKA fyodor dazai and chuuya u can add other mennu want please IM BEGGING U I NEED ONE U PROBABLY KNOW WHAT DAZAI WILL DO WHAT HIS REACTION WILL BE OR WHATEVER CHARACTER U ADD U CAN MAKE PT2 OR PT3 PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭(SORRY IF MY ENGLISH IS BAD ITS MY 3 LANGUAGE AND AHEM) HARD SMUT AND ""gives him or her a cookie 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

❝ HEY GIRLS! LET’S DO AN UNBOXING VIDEO 2DAY !!! ❞ — brat taming edition

( ⟡ ). fyodor, dazai, chuuya x FEM!bodied reader (afab / fem. names)

( 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 ⟡ ). your boyfriend has had such a stressful week this month! with him ignoring your usual antics for attention—you stir the pot looking for ideas to get his attention back on you. what kind of stupid shit did you pull off this time to make him so mad, he has to fuck the brat outta you? wc;;; 2,560

( cws ⟡ ). just know this is hardcore brat taming erm… NOT EDITED/PROOFREAD, POSSIBLE OOC. no protection, riding/cowgirl, meanie fyodor, DOM!fyodor, long dick fyo, mentions of brat everywhere, poorly used russian translator, begging and pleading, P->I, pet names/nicknames, DOM!dazai, cunni/fem oral. , fingering, g-spot hitting yum, implied safe wording in dazais part, dirty talk, punishments, desk sex in both dazai and chuuyas part, bending over, DOM!chuuya, fucking u doggy, ass slapping, mean name calling (lovingly), rough fucking, kinda public sex, the thrill of getting caught, chuuya is a yap while having sex, he becomes a whiny bitch as he cums. ALL DIVIDERS/BANNERS MADE BY ME!!!!!

( ans ⟡). OH MY GOSH I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS �� let's ignore the fact that dazais part is shit and that I forgot about the cameras after fyos pt... anyways hi love! I don't take reqs but I rlly liked this idea so I took it as a suggestion <3 dw abt ur english I understood it !!

if u liked this imma need to know why

#( FYODOR🪽. ) wc; 934

he sighs, ivan had been nagging him all week, the already stressful month not helping with his situation. because of this, fyodor has had less time to give you any sort of attention, only merely passing a small greeting when you two meet each other in bed after the days are over. it isn’t until today, did you have enough of his busy schedule; and ivan’s touchy hands feeling your man up. body kneeling in between his legs, you look up with your dashing eyes—words being uttered with such disgrace and impurity as he suppresses a big sigh. “hey girls! let’s do an unboxing video today!~” unzipping his fly slowly, your eyes never leave his; camera settled in the corner recording everything. including what he was about to do to his brat.

“lyubov',” fyodor lifts your chin with his fingers, angling it so that your little camera stunt was capturing your expression. he gives you a shallow thrust, dick hitting so deep, it almost kisses your cervix. “it’s rude to ignore your audience. why don’t i cut you some slack, hm?” he suggests, switching your positions. turning your head away from the camera, it was clear as day that you wanted to turn it off to hump his dick freely, but you knew damn well your boyfriend wasn’t as nice as he made himself out to be.

he taps your thigh, “ride me dorogoy.” like a chain of commands, you move your hips, pussy sliding his dick in and out without much effort. “fyo..~” you moan, sweat rolling down your head as his cock bullies it’s way deeper inside. “no, brats don’t get to talk. brats need to earn the approval of their master.”— fyodor talks, as if he were your owner. after hearing that you needed to earn your privilege back, you embarked on your journey to make this one hundred percent harder for him. “no,” you stop moving, resting your body on top of his lap.

knowing your play, fyodor doesn’t take your disobedience lightly. “[name], my dear. pleasure me or don’t get off at all.” he warns. it was your last warning before fyodor grabbed his book from the nightstand and left you to rot on his dick until you got the memo. panic slowly starts to settle in once you realize the weight of the situation. you’ve been longing for his attention for so long and you got it! but at what cost? fyodor clicks his tongue, giving you a minute left to decide your next choice.

you bite your lip, hips moving slowly against him as he sighs and grabs his book anyways. “wait! i’m - i’m riding you!” you try to smack the book away, a sharp glare and a thrust knocking you back into place. “hn~ fyodor! why are you reading?!” you slam down onto his dick, skin being smacked and mushed together by sweat was echoed through the bedroom. ignoring your pleas and begging, fyodor simply flips to the next page, fully aware of the tears threatening to glass your eyes up if he didn’t start praising you like his good girl in the next few minutes.

your hands rest on his stomach, pushing your body up every time you fall back down in hopes of getting his attention back on you. “hah..~ fyo~ please-please pay attention to me..” you whine, clenching your walls. that seemed to get a reaction out of him, breath pausing just for a second before he recomposes himself and shakily turns to the next page. “fyo-dor!~” — “sorry, i couldn’t hear you over your blabbering.” he shuts the book, placing it aside. “what did my brat beg of me?” your pace sped up, hips and legs trembling from your approaching orgasm that was just on the horizon.

you were so close, but it wasn’t enough. you needed him to fill and fuck every spot in your pussy—and you were getting more desperate by the second. “well? i’m not asking for much, parshivets.” he leans forward, elbows propped up to support himself better. “what did you say in your previous sentence?” he sets his hands on your waist. tears has already welled up in your eyes—his cock nudging against your g-spot. “go on, tell me.” his face was near yours, eyes staring at yours while he captured your lips into a kiss.

his hips snapped up, angling it so that he was able to hit your spot head on with each passing thrust. “ghnn!!~” you squeal into the kiss, stomach tying into knots as your arms fall limp. “say it,” he moves down to your neck, biting down near the crook of it. “ah! hmm~ i - please pay attention to me!” you gave in when he starts speeding up his thrusts. “ ‘m to me! pay attention t’mee!!~” body giving out, you threw your head back as drool spread down your lips. “ ‘m sorry! pay attention to me!~ pay attention - ghhoo!!!”

“ah~ such lewd sounds coming from you,” fyodor groans, the grip of his hands tightening a bit as he feels his balls starting to empty itself. “fuck -!” he cursed, pretty unexpectedly, “take it all lyubov'!” he moans—dick so deep you could feel his load seeping into your womb bit by bit. all it took was one final thrust to send you into oblivion, eyes rolling back it turns white, your throat dry from all the gasping you emitted.

he sighs, feeling his stress starting to alleviate itself post-orgasm. “[name]? maybe you were right. maybe i do like this little bratty side of you—maybe i should start ignoring you more often, maybe-“ — “fyodor, no.”

#( DAZAI🪽. ) wc; 729

dazai slams the stack of papers onto his desk, the mental pressure of everything getting too overwhelming for him. this month has been pretty stressful, with this week’s case biting him in the ass. dazai swore that he would ditch work to leave it all to atsushi and kunikida, but unfortunately he was caught sneaking out the back by the latter. his punishment was to finish up everyone’s end of the month report and he was stuck in the office during late nights. you, being a clerk but also his girlfriend, decided that enough was enough, and that you needed his attention back on you—all huffy and displeased when he swats your hands away from his body. opting to go the difficult route, you push yourself under the desks and in between his legs, dazai’s wide eyes not expecting what you were about to say next. “hey girls!~ let’s do an unboxing videooo!!” you smirk, sliding the zip down to reveal his hardening cock inside his boxers.

your back slammed onto his desk, all papers and stationary thrown off in a hurry. you wince, the wood hitting you hard. “aw! had i known that my sweet little brat was in such a desperate headspace, i would’ve folded much sooner~” he sang, voice not matching the mischief in his smile. by now, his face was near your crotch—skirt hiked up as he pressed his fingers on the band of your underwear. “hey [name]’s friends! let’s do an unboxing video, hm?~” he chirps, dragging the piece of cloth down one leg, showing your vulva in full display. “look, girls! my girl is so wet!” he flicks your clit, not minding your flinch one bit.

“say… [name]?��� dazai inquires, lips only inches away from your folds. his tongue drags across your pussy—from bottom to top. “mhmn~ what?” you huff out in pleasure, frustration agitating your sex from the lack of stimulation. “mm, nothing. just needed to make sure you were still with me,” he jokes, getting himself comfortable on his knees and securing your legs into his arms. “mmm’kay! gonna start, you better not move an inch or else.” after giving you his final warning and conditions, dazai starts going to town on your pussy. he starts by giving your clit tiny kisses before he sticks his tongue inside your folds.

arching your back, you let a moan ripple out, “fuck! samu!~” bunching his hair into your fists, dazai groans—tongue dipping inside your cunt. rotating between your clit and pussy, dazai doesn’t spare a single second on air, not caring about his dwindling oxygen levels. breathing can wait, his main goal was to get you to cum as fast as he can—attempting to set a new record for you both. “osamu! i- hold on~” you catch onto his little game, trying to pry his face off your crotch. intertwining his hands with yours, dazai traps it in his.

“no, my love..” he sighs, “you’ve already been too much of an attention whore earlier today. we don’t need more of your attitude right now.” dazai, now a little annoyed by your lack of compliance, decides that instead of edging, he’s going to overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging for his mercy. “lovely dear,” he starts. you feel the gears shift in your head as you realize your mistake; moving. “i’ve let you off the hook once, but i see.. you’re still repeating old habits.” slapping your pussy, you yelp, not expecting the force of the slap to be so harsh. “ow! what the fuck osamu?!-” 

“nu-uh,” he cuts you off, his fingers replacing the empty loss inside your cunt. “ah!- osamu..!~” you completely change up your tune. the soft twisting of his fingers gets your brain muddled within seconds, a slight force pressing itself around your g-spot. “let's switch up our usual punishments for tonight.” he suggests, thumb rubbing your clit gently. dazai curls his fingers, making sure to angle it in a way that has you drooling. “we're going to stay in the office for overtime, and you'll cum on my tongue until sunrise.”

with his conditions set in stone, you knew you had fucked up by seeing his wicked smile. “you know what to say if you need me to stop.” in one swift motion, dazai is already lapping at your cunt with his hands pushing on your knees

#( CHUUYA🪽. ) wc; 897

chuuya didn't have time to entertain your little musings recently. it's not like he wanted to ignore you, trust him—he really didn't, but sometimes even time was out of his control and he was speeding against the clock to get this project done in time. having enough of him ignoring you, you stay beside him, chuuya thinking that you were just idly sitting next to him as a good support. but in truth, you already had a trick up your sleeve. sinking to the floor, you have your hands on his lap as you unzip his fly with an innocent expression on your face. “good evening girls! let's do an unboxing vid today!~” you giggle to yourself as chuuyas shocked expression morphs into that of irritation. getting up, he leaves you be—unfortunately for him, you had a plan b. slapping his ass hard, you give him a smooch before making a run for it down the hall, with your boyfriend loudly shouting at you to ‘get your ass back here’.

his hands knead the plush of your ass, his strong and veiny hands handling you roughly with some sort of care to it. “fucking bitch.” he mutters under his breath, bending you over his desk. “you didn't need to go the extra mile for my attention, but here you are,” chuuya unbuckles his belt. he pushes up your skirt, laughing in mockery when he sees the wet patch sticking on your underwear. “damn, couldn't wait huh? what? did you finger yourself before acting up?”

not waiting for an answer, he slaps your ass. the stinging pain making you bite your lip. “talkin’ to ya’, don't ignore me.” he pushes his boxers down to expose his rock-hard dick, tip leaking precum and all. he rubs his dick in the crack of your ass, asking if you could feel the effect you had on him. “yes - ah!- hu-hurry…” a shake breath left your lips as you feel the redhead align himself up with your hole. chuuya leans down, “y'know what to say, right sweets?” he whispers into your ear. nodding your head, you push your ass onto his crotch.

after receiving your consent, chuuyas hips slammed into yours—a loud moan rippling out of you both. “fuuuck,” he groans. “ahnn!~ haa..” trembling a bit, your hands latched to the edge of his desk. without wasting a single second to spare, chuuya starts humping you like a bitch in heat. pretty ironic considering his previous name calling from earlier. “hgn! chu - ah!~ chuchu!” you moan his name without shame. chuuya grunts, shoving your head into his desk. “dammit - fuck. shut up!” he shouts just barely above a whisper.

“you want my men to hear how much of a slut you are?” he questions, thrusts speeding up with each word. you don't have any time to breathe by how chuuya us knocking the wind out of your lungs every second. “to hear all your moans - when they already saw you act like an absolute porno bitch.” he grabs ahold of your hair and bundles it up into his palm. pulling you up, chuuya forces you to look at the slightly cracked open door.

“see that?” his voice is hushed, a huge contrast to your bitten muffles. “they won't even need to walk in, all they need'a do is walk by.” chuuya slaps your ass, “to see how much of an absolute cock slut you are for me.” you squeal when chuuya hits that certain spot inside you, legs kicking the ground as you try to sustain what's little left of yourself before you went full-blown whore for him. “chu!~ ghnn!!gonna!!~ mm! I'm gonna-cumm!” 

chuuyas dick curves so perfectly inside you, the tip of his dick punching your g-spot and drags along it as he slides in and out of your cunt. “naaah, brats don't get to cum. hold it or don't cum at all.” he orders, hips not slowing down one bit despite his notion.  “c-cant!!” you try to explain to him, your orgasm reaching its limit. chuuya doesn't listen however, your mindless blabber can be saved for when you're actually fucked dumb.

“you can,” he supports himself using one arm while his free hand wraps itself under your stomach, feeling his dick bulge your stomach. “wait for me dolly, alright?” he groans, his own high building up as soon as you whine so beautifully underneath him. you shake your head, cunt starting to burst glitter everywhere. “ ‘m sorry! ‘m soorrry!! sorrryyy!!!~” he hears you squeal in anticipation, dick nestled onto your spot as he grinds into you. 

“aha~ shit pretty girl. yer’ still so fuck-ghn!- fuck, tight~” chuuyas breath is heavy, he sounds exhausted but you knew better than to believe that. he stamina was no joke and you could testify first hand to that. his hands grip your hips hard, thrusting so aggressively, you think he's going to drag the uterus out with him. “gunnacum-cumcum~ cumming - shit!~ [name]!!~” he moans your name rather loudly—hypocrite much. as he cums, chuuya bit your shoulder blade, hips stilling inside your pussy once white ropes shoot inside thick and creamy.

“fucking hell pretty - ‘m so sorry,” he whines into your shoulder, subtly rutting into you to ride out his high. “you're so pretty. my good girl, can't ever be mad at you.”—again, such a stark contrast to his earlier behavior towards you.

@rusmii 2024 . do not do the basic copy right shit pls.

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#𝙇𝙐𝙑 𝙍𝙐𝙉𝙄💕 #I LIKED FHE CONCEPT #i’m sorry i couldn’t execute it better 😭😭😭 #fyodor x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #fyodor smut #chuuya smut #dazai smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #...𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 <//3 #𝙇𝙐𝙑𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙎💌

[xob1tchs]

can you do an ethan landry x female reader fic where reader appears innocent but actually isn’t?

tyy i LOVE your fics 🫶🏽

dirty babe

ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings; smut 💀 begging, fingering, kissing, unedited

a/n; it’s JUST THAT NO1 MAKES ME FEEL THIS WAAAAY 😼 the titles to all my works are songs/lyrics im listening to when i finish the work btw! lil fun fact 😆 neways, hope u like!!

“you tricked me, you’re a liar” ethan coos from above you, eyes big and round, expression innocent – drawing a whine of disapproval from the back of your throat, shaking your head vigorously.

he tuts, knee pressing to your core through your panties, making you squirm, fingers tangling in the bedsheets.

when he’d started dating you, he was ecstatic – not only because you’re amazing, and he gets you all to himself, but because of how inexperienced you’d seemed. he loved the way you were clueless in the bedroom, leaning on him for everything, surrendering yourself to him completely.

he loved the thought of being able to slowly diminish that innocent flame inside you, completely corrupt and ruin you to his desire.

until he’d caught you humping his pillow, whining and crying, plush thighs clenching around the pillow, angelic features turned up in pleasure. pleasure he thought only he could give you.

“liar’s don’t get rewarded, do they baby?” he frowns, knee slowly moving away from your core, until he supports himself on his heels, staring down at you with lust blown eyes,

you squeeze your thighs together, rubbing, trying to find some sort of relief “didn’t lie!” you cry, pressing your cheek into the mattress, nosing the sheets, drowning in the smell of ethan.

he tugs his shirt over his head, fingers grazing down his muscled torso to the button of his jeans, catching your hopeful gaze, stirring excitement in his chest – until he stops, waving his finger infront of your frowning face “nuh uh” he clicks his tongue.

his strong fingers wrap around the underside of one of your knees, forcing your legs open, smirking at the wetness staining your panties, he leans down, face inches form yours, wet lips smacking against your own as he moves your panties to the side, fingers plunging in abruptly, he swallows your moan, mouth smiling against yours as you mindlessly teethe and lap at his lips.

he sets a rough pace from the beginning, palm smacking against your mound, loud from your juices.

you squirm under him, clenching around his thick fingers, jaw going slack as an orgasm swims in the pit of your stomach, already so close from not finishing earlier.

you don’t need to tell ethan for him to know, he sees, the way your brows pinch together, how you become quieter with every pump of his wrist. so he rips away, sitting back against his heels, smiling as you cry out.

“p-please ethan! baby, baby please” you pout, squirming uncomfortably against the soaked material of your panties, cotton fabric hot and itchy against your sensitive pussy.

he sucks a breath through his teeth, contemplating as his fingers ghost the heat between your legs, hooking one side of your panties to tug them down, flinging them to the ground.

he tugs the hood of your clit up, pressing his thumb flat against the nerves, smiling when you squirm underneath his touch, whining out his name under your breath, teary eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

he rubs a gentle circle, sliding down your slit, spreading your labia folds, making heat rise up your neck as he stares, thickly swallowing drool that pools in the back of his throat.

he bends down, tongue pressing against your cunt, slurping loudly at your juices “i’ll let you cum baby, but not right now” he smiles, full lips slick with arousal as he creeps up your body to press a kiss to the tip of your nose, before he dives between your legs.

#scream iv #scream 6 #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #fanfic smut #ethan scream 6 #scream smut #🖤 ; lex talks 2 anons! #my inbox 🫧

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello again! I am that Anon that requested the Reader is a Smiling Critter and blah blah, I need more and thank you for making these, my heart is filled <3

This is gonna be quite detailed, feel free to change it!

Note: This might be a lil ooc or perhaps more of an AU?? Ah yes, Dogday's legs aren't gone, still attached just for the sake of the nature of the dynamics here.

The reader is a Smiling Critter once again, they had a dream about their old friends ( ex: Smiling Critters or maybe the other toys ). After they woke up in tears, soon they decided to go around the factory in hopes of finding the mini toy versions of their old friends, something to hopefully lessen the ache in their heart. Yeah, they also forgot to tell Catnap where they went and uh the living mini toys noticed their absence and reported it to Catnap 💀

Catnap ain't happy about it, he finishes up whatever he was doing and went on to find the Reader himself ( we're special jk- ). Later, he finally found them, whatever he felt at that time came to halt as he saw the Reader sitting down on the floor, in a pile of toy versions of their old friends, HIS old friends, their old friends, silently weeping to themselves. Without a second thought, he curled up around the reader, patting their head as if to silently reassure them it'll be okay, Catnap was actually genuine about it though the reader knew that it's not that simple ( with the whole prototype and how Catnap just listens to him 💀 ). But in their sadness and loneliness, they let their guard down and sink into the giant cat's affection, feeling nostalgic as they remember they always used to do this during naptime, with THEIR old friends.

After the reader fell into a deep sleep, Catnap decided to just stay where they were even with second thoughts in his mind, in this very moment, the old Catnap is back, not the one that follows the Prototype like a lost puppy. The Catnap his old friends know, the one Dogday knows, the one Reader knows. But he snapped back to his senses, deciding to rest his head on top of the Reader's in order to shutdown all those thoughts, purring while at it. This is ALL FOR THEM, FOR JUSTICE, TO END THE MADNESS, the Prototype promised him.

.....

Dogday is silent as he listens to his " former " friend talk about the events that occured a few hours ago. Catnap has decided to visit Dogday, free him from the belts to eat the food he brought. Dogday silently took the food and ate them as he listens Catnap's talk, understandably hesitant to butt in. It was more than weird, Catnap changed so suddenly and drastically, but recently he was softer, more like the old Catnap, albeit still threatening.

" Dogday... " That made the giant dog snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing his name, his eyes met with Catnap's. Before letting out a surprised yelp as the cat pounced on him, Dogday was terrified for his fate until he felt long arms curled around him. Catnap was hugging him tightly. Read that again. Hugging him. The so-called heretic. Dogday now knows what his friend ( Reader ) felt when Catnap helps them get back to sleep.

This is the Catnap they knew, the actions speak louder than words one, he wasn't truly gone after all.

Night Befallen

Note || I cast brain rot upon ye 🤲

WC || 1,384

Sypnosis || Maybe, just maybe knowing what one can know now—your old friend isn’t entirely stolen away from you.

You had found yourself immersed in a poignant dream, revisiting cherished memories of old friends. Awaking with tears lingering on your lashes, you felt an insistent pull to embark on a heartfelt quest. Determined to reconnect with the essence of your past, you resolve to venture into the depths of the factory, in search of the miniature toy replicas of your beloved originals. With each step forward, anticipation intertwined with nostalgia, guiding your path through the echoes of your cherished history.

You just wished things had truly stayed the same, why did it all happen before–this, Hour of Joy–whatever it had been. CatNap, the same cat you came to cherish and love had been completely twisted, viewing Prototype as a god?

It just made no sense to you, everything is madness.

For now, perhaps you could absolve in finding peace with your recreational little toys, shadows of former friends they may be of course. 

“Tch-” You snorted, trying to keep yourself from breaking down in the face of your tiny little friends that are piling up around you. Just like all the old times before, the times… before. All the tiny smiling critters were just plain adorable though, so that was advantageous. 

Beyond the shadows, some creeping figures watching you took notice of your absence. No, not in CatNap’s home, nothing goes one without CatNap knowing of anything. 

A small critter skittered away, you didn’t notice—you were far in too deep to properly take recognition of anything happening, only mourning your former friends. Who knew trying to take a look at the essences of your past, a past of once where you were happy, content. You were just doing your job as a fellow critter, you loved your job. You loved being a critter, you loved your friends.

“You guys are so cute..” You smile softly, hugging them close in spite of the few stray tears streaming down your face. Normally, you’d wipe them away, but right now you just wanted to stay in the moment. 

Stay with all your old friends, even if they weren’t your real ones. 

You could be allowed the peace of illusion, atleast.

To say he was furious was an understatement, what had the tiny critter meant by your absence? 

In CatNap’s eyes, this was unacceptable. 

One should remain where they are, they are not to derail from their paths. You shouldn’t be derailing from your path. No matter the reason, he will quickly finish his patrolling, and come straight to you to put you in your place. Mostly, being stern. 

Should he allow you that courtesy? Yes, CatNap should. You are his old friend, you were so kind as to work with the Prototype (even if you were completely against it), CatNap will be lenient with you. 

Suddenly CatNap had gotten lost in thought, and lifted his paw to see what he was doing. Oh yes, he was killing a human survivor for their incompetence – that is what was happening. He repeatedly shook his paw to get the remains of the human off his claws and paw as well, the blood remained on his fur unfortunately. CatNap can find some way to clean that off later.

As if he was sighing, CatNap’s mouth emitted a large breath of Poppy Gas, something of which he used sparsely; only when he wanted to block out people from areas he didn’t want them in. CatNap admittedly felt as if what he was doing here was wrong, but it was only in the name of the Prototype. 

CatNap finally went on his way once he cleared his head of these troubling thoughts, he was going to deal with you and he wouldn’t delay it any longer.

He always had eyes all around Playcare, did you really think you could get away with this so easily? Prototype is leader, god. He would not allow anyone to defile Prototype’s name, not even you.

No matter, he was going to make this quite clear.

It seemed the small smiling critters had felt his immense aura for bloodlust, causing them to skitter away from whence he came. CatNap without a shadow of a doubt, can be terrifying. 

CatNap simply paid no mind, and continued on making his way toward you. 

Even in all the rubble and dust, one clear distinction his keen ears could pick up was reminiscent of crying. To the normal ear, one would not be able to hear this. It was so silent, was it out of a fear that you were crying so silently?

No, it was because of the smiling critters, the smaller bodies. Merely replicas, but so well done for just being copies of the original critters. Shadows always danced in CatNap’s headspace, perhaps he could make it out the same within your case. He had always crossed his heart, locking it away in soul and key. CatNap deemed it all unnecessary. Yet, with you it was recurring.

Slowly enough, whatever emotions – whatever anger he had before was fading away. CatNap was overcome with a sense of sympathy, he wanted to comfort you, his friend. Now he just came to a complete halt, trying to figure out what was wise on what to do. 

CatNap felt pitiful, sounding low when he remembered those very screams. 

You have seen just as much as he did.

Hesitantly, he stepped forward, CatNap didn’t want to frighten you out of your stupor. His long elongated tail wrapped around your being, calmly re-adjusting you with a steady stance. CatNap laid down, folding his back legs and crossing his front ones. He so suddenly cuddled up against you, patting your head to reassure you silently. 

You nodded your head, snapping to the attention of CatNap’s presence. You knew otherwise that he wasn’t being as genuine, in spite of it being real in his eyes. 

Otherwise, you didn’t feel as on guard. You weren’t stressed or protesting in any case, you felt as if you were falling asleep. You began to fall asleep, CatNap sensed this, curling up against you to feel more comfortable. 

That was in your sadness and loneliness, had sleep finally claimed you – purely out of nostalgia that you had used to do this during naptime, with your old friends. 

Abornormally enough, he didn’t feel so angry. CatNap felt more as if he was at peace with you, even with these thoughts. How the Prototype had promised him justice, to end all the madness, just for you… for all of them. 

In a moment soon enough, CatNap had promptly followed you into sleep. 

If death was a choice, then he rejects it.

Silent and contemplative, DogDay listened as his "former friend" recounted the recent events, memories of comforting you when tears flowed and offering solace in the embrace of sleep. CatNap's unexpected visit and the subsequent act of liberation from his restraints were met with wary acceptance as DogDay consumed the offered sustenance, his attention captured by CatNap's unusual demeanor.

It was a peculiar sight, witnessing CatNap revert to a semblance of his former self amidst the oppressive atmosphere of their surroundings. Despite the underlying threat that lingered in CatNap's presence, there was a glimmer of familiarity in his actions, stirring a sense of unease within DogDay's battered psyche.

“This isn’t his usual behavior,” or “He’s just now had a revelation?” 

Lost in his thoughts, DogDay was abruptly pulled back to reality by the mention of his name, a sharp reminder of the precariousness of his situation. Anticipation coiled within him as CatNap lunged forward, bracing for the inevitable retribution that awaited him. Yet, to his astonishment, instead of aggression, he was enveloped in an unexpected embrace.

Stunned and bewildered, DogDay felt the weight of CatNap's arms around him, a gesture of affection that defied all expectations. In that fleeting moment of connection, DogDay experienced a revelation, a glimpse into the profound bond shared between you and CatNap, a bond forged amidst the chaos and strife of your shared existence.

As the echoes of their encounter lingered in the air, DogDay found himself grappling with newfound understanding. The warmth of CatNap's embrace, though fleeting, offered a glimpse of redemption amidst the shadows of his past transgressions. And in that moment, DogDay realized the profound impact of companionship, transcending the boundaries of fear and prejudice.

#poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime dogday #catnap poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime #x reader

[partycatty]

Hiee! I love the way you write bi han. When i read new tricks i IMMEDIATELY ascended. The depression i got when i finished reading them was tragic…

Me thirsting: I really wanna make out wit that man, like… imagine a situation where all you do is stare at him and hope he telepathically gets what you wanna do, but he just ignores you cause he dunno know how to initiate that shit 💀 he just needs a little push per say! Maybe one day you decide enough is enough and you sit your happy ass right down on his lap and bat your lashes at him like a menace 💕

ps: i hope u don’t mind me yapping… ik cage is your man, i apologize 😔🙏🏾

bi-han > see me now

notes: i've noticed i've kinda diverted my attention to other mk boys lately... namely raiden, kuai liang, bi-han and liu kang... so this works perfectly for me...

[ masterlist ]

• bi-han was a common victim to your teasing, particularly because it would render him entirely speechless and still. for a man that tends to rant about glory and strength, you shut him up like nothing else.

• it was really hard to ignore the fact that you were super into each other, the air thick and tension high when you two were in each other's presence. his brothers would roll their eyes as their grandmaster stands dead-still, as if you had the ability to sense fear when you'd bat your eyelashes his way.

• he can't go to anyone for advice. what, he's gonna talk about his feelings? like a loser? no. real ninjas let emotions fester.

• which brings us to where we are now

• bi-han sat at his desk, physically straining himself to focus on the scroll in front of him when he sees your presence in the doorway. shit, he recognized your footsteps down the hall the moment you were in earshot.

• trying to act as if you weren't shitting your own pants at the thought of your plan, you plant your ass on his desk, sitting and dangling your feet from the wooden furniture with a singsong look about you.

• the silence is so thick is almost halts your breathing. his stone-cold face makes you wonder if this was a bad idea in hindsight, at least, until his lips part to speak.

• "what are you doing?" a simple question, really, but the answer was completely lost on you. thinking back, you didn't actually have a plan. what did you expect to happen? this is bi-han we're talking about.

• "sitting," you reply with your nose high, looking down at him like his question was idiotic.

• "on my desk?" another long silence hurts your ears as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "what do you want." his question sounded less like a question and more like an annoyed statement. then again, everything he says sounds annoyed.

• "what's your deal?" you ask your questions in such a light tone, bi-han feels more obligated to feel threatened. "do you like me or not?"

• clearly this isn't getting far. "what?"

• you huff and decide it was now or never. sliding from his desk, you saunter your way around and swing one leg over his thighs, then the other. his hands shoot out to support you, right on the plush skin of the outside of your thighs. bi-han's eyes are wide.

• "you see me now?" you try to sound triumphant past your nerves, looking up at the ninja through your lashes. "always so afraid to look at me. you're not subtle, grandmaster."

• forced to face you, his gruff words feel choked as they come out. "i don't—"

• "yes you do," you smile, albeit a little wickedly as you shift on his lap, making a cold breath slip past his lips.

• "what are you getting at?" he seems eager to end this, to cool his heated temperature.

• you hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck. "i want you to kiss me."

• "now?"

• you roll your eyes at his chipping resolve, tugging him in by the back of his head. both of your eyes wander across each other's expressions before bi-han hesitantly meets his lips with yours. as expected, they have a bit of a chill as he makes contact, but even still you feel him melt into the touch, gripping harder on your thighs to ground himself.

• you only get a moment to pull away and breathe, relishing in taking what you wanted from the hard ass grandmaster. the triumph is short lived when he thrusts his head back in, connecting his lips with yours with more fervor after successfully testing the waters.

• he's hungry, craving more of what he sampled after successfully tearing down this stupid barrier he put up. god, your taste drives him wild as his hands guide your hips along his, grinding with hard pressure.

• it becomes open-mouthed and messy rather quickly, bi-han's hands wandering up from your thighs to your waist, the touch making you shiver and gasp as he uses the opportunity to lick his tongue into your mouth, completely absorbing every whimper you give.

• your hands snake into his hair, deepening the kiss when you snag a fistful of his dark locks, and he groans into your mouth just as the tie falls loose. strands litter his face and swirl about, you hadn't even noticed they were wavy from how often he keeps his hair up.

• the want for more is overpowered by your critical thinking skills. "weren't you busy?"

• bi-han shakes his head slightly, jumping up from his chair and bringing you with him. instinctively, your thighs clasp around his middle, holding his shoulders as he shamelessly uses your ass to hold you up. you're slid onto the desk as various items clatter and fall to the floor, his hard body fitting perfectly between your legs as he reaches forward to kiss you again, chasing your lips when you pull away.

• "it can wait."

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #mortal kombat smut #bi han #bi han x reader #bi han smut #marley writes ☆

[sigcorp]

bg3 characters as retail managers in my boyfriend's* educated opinion

(*he refuses to post this so i'm doing it for him)

wyll - i think wyll would be a really chill manager, he'd let you goof off sometimes But after a while he'd still make you go do something productive. probably would have some random assignment like dusting the fucking lights or something if there's nothing to do but he's not too strict.

would get mad at a customer once and you'd be thankful you never have faced his fury (he'd never get that mean with you though)

basically the "haha yeah okay okay guys seriously go zone we can't all be standing here you're gonna get me in trouble" type of manager

lae'zel - insane workaholic. you'd dread working with her and she'd make your shift exhausting, but you also can't deny the place would go to shit without her because she's so on top of things.

you'd feel immense joy having her come up for a stupid item return that is against policy because she would absolutely never bend for it no matter how bitchy the customer got. not because she cares about you really but she'd be damned to go against policy for literally anything

karlach - literally so chill that you forget she's a manager until she has to call you to her office which freaks you out because you know you've been extremely lax around her and you forgot she actually has to do shit about that but it's actually just to give you your next raise. you love her and she loves you

shadowheart - when you first work with her you find her insanely intimidating and a little bitchy but after a few shifts you kind of get Why she's like that. wouldn't be a favorite manager but you'd probably sympathize with why she buys wine after her shift every night. if you're lucky enough to hang with her out of work you get special privileges (as in she doesn't scold you for standing still for 3 minutes like she does the others)

gale - nice, but unlike wyll who has a balance between pleasant chats and doing work, gale will literally stand there and accidentally force you to actually stop focusing on what you're working on to have a conversation with him. that can be a good thing, but then you're behind and another manager gets grumpy about it. chill guy but you never actually see him do much for his job. how did he even get to this position???

astarion - call HR.

halsin - dude knows how to run a place. he schedules everyone perfectly and there's always a feeling of harmony as you work together to get projects done. he's friendly but focused. he doesn't care if you don't finish your projects he assigns you so long as you were trying your best, but he would be a little disappointed if it happened too often

i feel like he'd definitely be the manager who actually gives the customer whatever they want even if you said you couldn't though 💀 he wouldn't be mad at you for saying no but he'd make you look like a jackass to the customer

minthara - i actually don't know her so idk but from what i gather i would say also call HR

withers - he's been with this company so long that he knows where literally everything is and every single specific policy and how to solve everything. he doesn't talk much and he doesn't really tell you what to do, he expects you to figure it out and leave him alone unless you need to ask where the most obscure item of all time is to help a customer. genuine lifesaver in those circumstances though

jaheira - the mom manager. checks on you when she notices you're clearly not feeling well. will cover any shift without complaints. you feel safe with her. she handles any difficult task because she doesn't feel like explaining to you how to do it, which is nice but as soon as you have no choice but to do it on your own you don't know how

#bg3 #wyll ravengard #lae'zel #karlach cliffgate #shadowheart #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #halsin silverbough #minthara baenre #bg3 withers #jaheira

[stqrgir1e]

smoking with tgc boys !!!

isaac, larry, bigt, yumi, and nick! <3 written while I was genuinely stoned for authenticity. jorge killed it with using the words bro and homeboy way too much 😝

mentions of . . . smoking, drug use, cuss words??? established relationship w/ reader + girl mentioned like once otherwise pretty gn. this might be a bit confusing if your a non-smoker since i wrote for a stoner!reader ( petnames used ➜ hon, babe, baby, pretty girl,)

Isaac ➜ we all know homeboy is more of a drinker. it definitely would be on a dare or bet, he would wanna prove to you he could handle his substances.

"who said i greened out after one joint?... tanner did?... he's lying, we can smoke tonight and ill show you." he would act all smug about it until he actually was face to face with the lit joint.

he would hold it like a cigarette, and when you stifle a laugh at the fact he does so- he would shrug it off while taking a loooong drag of the joint. exhaling before having a small coughing fit. you couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, his face a shade pinker after the humiliating reaction to the joint. but its Isaac- so of course he would brush it off like nothing.

"been a while since I smoked hon... maybe you should finish the rest of it." he would say nonchalantly while passing the joint back to you- insisting you have to finish it. would use the excuse 'he's doing some voiceovers for a few videos tomorrow and can't risk losing his voice.'

def vibes more with edibles. but he always takes half because thats what the back of the packaging says 😡 "why are you taking three! it says half right here!" he would then shove the packaging dramatically in your face- really he didnt want you to see how low his tolerance was and how high he got off half a 15mg edible.

would end up passing out in bed w/ you, gets sleepy especially with edibles/indica. you would mess around and tease him a bit- poking at him while joking how he cannot handle his weed. "nooo, im jus' always down for a nap with you, pretty girl..." he would mumble half asleep, voice drowsy from the high. hella affectionate when high, chronic problem with playing with your hair or like, maybe any bracelets you have on??? i hope this makes sense bro

larry ➜ isn't afraid of the idea of weed, he usually just saves it for social events. like how people are social smokers with cigarettes? larry is like that with weed.

he would get all hyped at a party after seeing you and tanner sharing a one-hitter. "bro! imma need some of that right now." he would act hella shady for comedic effect as well. taking the toke while looking around all mischievously like there was feds hiding in the crowd of the party. you and tanner were stoned- so obviously yall laugh at his antics.

bro is a menace after one hit, isnt even that high he just does it for shits and giggles. lets say nicks filming or some shit- larry is the star of the show. talking his head off in front of the camera while blowing some cart smoke right at the lens. "you see this? its y/n's pen... *takes long hit off cart*... gettin lit tonight." he would definitely hold back his coughs.

speaking of carts, larry is one of those rare mfs that prefer carts over bud. why? he thinks there more convenient- and bud always leaves his nose runny. last time you guys had a smoke sesh date he used up all your sanrio kleenex after smoking 2 bowls 😡

"weed makes my nose run babe! maybe we should've stuck to the cart..." he would say after you complained about him sniffling for the third time. while you were busy explaining why you prefer bud, he would sneakily grab your cart from your hoodie pocket and sneak a few hits. bro is ruthless when it comes to that thing 💀 if you tell him you got the pen on you he's beggin for it.

in fact larry would get a little too comfy with the cart, accidentally almost greening out at a target once when he hit it one too many times in the car. "lets just sit down..." + "on the floor?... in target?..." + "yes babe im telling you just trust me." really thought he was gonna vomit and needed an excuse to sit for a second.

bigt ➜ omg brotha was all over you when you wanted to smoke for your first date!!! he had two little rolling trays set up on his bed prepared for your smoke sesh/movie date.

low-key adorable... literally went out and bought a new one-hitter so you guys would have matching ones, they were green and had little turtles on top of them ): (isnt that so much fun) he wasn't even tryna be cheesy or anything genuinely was just very passionate about smoking. i def feel like him and yumi were smokers in high school so he knows a thing or two abt mary jane. 🤨

"after this bowl i have a gummy we can split..." his tolerance is quite high so he would wanna keep going even after like the fifth bowl. he likes to give his lungs a break though so no carts for him after like the third bowl. edibles from there on out. you know he's gonna be all weird n shit and make you guys split the edible by biting it in half. (like that lady and the tramp shittt bro.)

but at social events and parties??? he's a lot more closed off with smoking- more of a drinker at parties. if he is gonna get high he'll take an edible. "baby weed these days is crazy! I knew a guy who knew a guy who knew guy that got laced with crack!!!" yea he was being sarcastic duhhhh but he was genuinely scared of getting laced at a party.

tanner is a avid cart enthusiast tho!!! he would only use like smoke shop ones though- no street carts for tttt. he would probably prefer zaza's, hes a classic man with taste so he would prefer the cereal milk strain. carts are his go to for when hes just vibing in his room since there pretty much odorless. "I wasn't lying when I said I was smoking zaza!" finds the word zaza hilarious especially when he's stoned.

he takes maaanny tolerance breaks and would probably make you do the same. if you really struggled with staying away from weed he would make t-breaks fun or some shit. (like making a fun little tolerance break sticker chart 😩)

softwilly ➜ nick fr said 🤨 when you asked him to split a bowl with you one random friday night. he eventually agreed because you already had everything set up and he didnt wanna say no after you put all this effort into it ):

"ow! fuck... can you do the lighter babe..." needs help with the lighter, you guys were sat in kind of a awkward position smoking out of his bedroom window since he didnt want any of the guys to question anything 😒 sometimes those flames fight back with the bowls brooo. he has a playlist for smoking after that first time- it kind of becomes a tradition for you guys to try and smoke every friday/weekend (:

his tolerance is worst than isaacs bro. he’s either passed out after the second bowl or laughing at anything that moves. if you guys end up laughing too loud or just making too much noise in general he gets hyper aware about if the boys can hear all the ruckus >:( does not want your smoke sesh to be interrupted. very easily paranoid when high for sure.

he doesn’t love carts- but i mean your his weakness homeboy how can he say no to you every time you ask? “strawberry banana cart?…. fine. one hit, but just to see if it really tastes like strawberry’s and bananas.” it didn’t taste like strawberries and bananas- but he was stoned for the next thirty minutes after that (:

hates the smell of weed. he always has the windows open, a candle burning, incense burning, anything to diffuse the smell of marijuana. he’ll specifically ask you to blow the smoke towards the window- but sometimes you blow it towards the pillows on his bed… or some plushies even just to get a rise out of him. “fuck babe… now my bedrooms gonna smell like kush for a week.” + “it’s just a little smoke!” he would obviously say it sarcastically, he dgaf where you blow your smoke he just wants to be a pain in the ass for funzies.

another big believer in tolerance breaks- but he dosent even know what the fuck a t-break is. he would just tell you he’s taking a break from weed in general. homeboy is very inexperienced in the smoking department and stayed away from it until he was in his early twenties.

yumi ➜ blake definitely has the highest tolerance out of all of them, but he isn’t a raging stoner. probably prefers weed over alcohol especially at parties- has an occasional joint on the weekends or when he has the time but he’s not stoned 247.

yumi is a classic man, he likes classic things. he prefers bud almost over everything else. he won’t turn down an edible but he despises carts because of the aftertaste they have. “babe that shit taste like potting soil… i’ll just take the extra twenty minutes to roll up.” + “it does not taste like potting soil! it’s supposed to be peanut butter and jelly flavored…” after a bowl or two though… homeboy is loving up on the cart!!!! “damn okay… maybe this shit does taste like pb&j…” better be willing to stop at a smoke shop the next day or have your dealer on speed dial because blake is draining that pen 😩

omg he out of all tgc boys fucking loves little smoke sesh dates. like finding a nice little spot off a hiking trail or just in the woods and rolling up together ): he would make sure to have a playlist and everything just like nick this man is soft for you bro. “alright babe are we feelin’ apricot gelato or blue dream today?” very organized with his weed. he knows his favorite strains and doesn’t venture out farther than the ones he knows he likes.

blake is a whole different personality when high, like he’s still blake but… better? idk how to describe it gahhhhh!!! like he’s more laid back, cusses more frequently, very sarcastic, voice a bit deeper/raspier from smoking. “brotha look over there… that bird is straight chillin’ on that tree branch.” + “brotha?…” doesn’t even realize he’s doing it- you would bring it up afterwards and he always denies it. “babe i can promise you i’ve never talked like that when high, maybe you just think i do because your always stoned when i’m high.” if you ever showed him a video of how he talks when stoned he would become hyper aware of how he acts whenever he’s high 💀

homeboy rolls the best joints- how can he not? somehow they always turn out perfectly cylindrical and no leaf actually ever falls out of the joint. he’s got the magic joint rolling hands, what can he say.

omg don’t even get me started on fucking munchies. i am a chronic victim of binge eating while stoned and i have a gut feeling yumi is too. homeboy can be expected to be covered in cheetos dust if he plans on smoking. it brings out the best and worst in him, the worst being eating copious amounts of food in such a short period of time. “your such a fatty babe,” + “am not! you literally scarfed down three zebra cakes an hour ago…”

#tgc #the groupchat podcast #the group #yumi #softwilly #larrycroft #bigt #isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #yumi x reader #bigt x reader

[solarwoniii]

heyyy!! just wondering if i could request “zb1 legal line reaction to catching their s/o masturbating” hehehehheheehehe if not all goodzz 💗💗

reaction to catching you touching yourself ! zb1 legal line

smut, crack, some fluff ! includes jiwoong, zhanghao, hanbin, matthew, taerae and ricky

contains ; dacryphilia, punishments, i think thats all? lmk if i missed any T^T

a/n ; THANK U FOR UR REQUEST ♡ HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS

jiwoong ;

would laugh at you but not in a cute funny quirky silly way

that low kind of dominant chuckle that makes you realise.

you fucked up.

he'd pull up a chair beside the bed and insist for you to continue in that same scary tone ur mum talks in when u forget to wash the dishes 😰😰😰😨😨

and then he'll force you to make yourself cum until you're crying while he sat there and watched because you're not allowed to stop until he says.

then he'll finally touch you.

with his fingertips.

just to fuck with you more because he's a petty little bitch

edging you until you're shaking, eyes rolling back, body arching

and then, and only then will you get to cum.

zhanghao ;

finds it cute that you think you're so big and strong now

puts ur ass in its place so fast 🫣🫣

love bites all over you

your body is his canvas and his marks are his art 😵😶

actually, this timing is perfect

he'd been waiting for you to misbehave so he could try out the new vibrator he got for you

edges you again and again, just to rip away your orgasm and have you crying

when you finally cum you both know damn well it's not over 💀 keeps the vibrator in that exact spot and refuses to move it until you cum another three times.

i'm sorry i just think mean dom hao is extremely accurate and attractive

hanbin ;

i think he would genuinely laugh at you 💀

and you would try to be mad at him for laughing at you but his stupid laugh is unfortunately extremely contagious 😭😔

when he's done laughing at you he'll come and help you

i think it would be all giggly and fluffy and cute though

and then you would cuddle naked (i feel like hanbin wld enjoy this so much during aftercare esp idk) and gossip LMFAO

matthew ;

GETS SO SHY I SWEAR JSJSJSJS

THE PERSONIFICATION OF 😳

quickly closes the door behind him before anyone else can see what he's seeing

'd-do u want me to . . .' 'o-oh ok'

he's flustered but he will help you feel good 😭

turns into a cute little mutual masturbation session after u notice the boner building up in his pants from the sight of u T^T

when you both finish he'll clean you up and then be a little cutie patootie

'uhmmm there was this disney movie i really wanted to watch with you so could we maybe do that now ? 👉👈'

taerae ;

just smiles and locks the door behind him when he realises what you're doing

'do you need my help baby?'

he'll sit beside you and replace your hand with his

helps you reach the best orgasm of your life with his skilled fingers

idk i genuinely don't think he would get mad

but he'll remind you that you can always come to him if you're feeling needy.

kisses

so many kisses

he'll give you more than his fingers after as well if you still want more ;))

ricky ;

YEAH THATS RIGHT WE'RE BACK TO PUSSY SLAPPER RICKY BECAUSE MY LOVE MIYUKI PUT THE THOUGHT INTO MY HEAD AND I REFUSE TO LET GO

when he walks in i think he'd get flustered but he'd quickly cover it up because being seen like that by you hurts his precious ego

AGAIN LOW DOMINANT CHUCKLE he takes after jiwoong because he aspires to one day be that cool and strong but u already know he's a cute little softie

'if you wanted me to treat you like a little whore you could've just said so, baby.'

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😭😶🫣😵😳😰😭😶

gets you up on all fours and spanks your pussy until it's swollen and dripping.

then he'll mark your body up and take photos of you for his little collection 😨

eats you out (prolly makes u sit on his face too bc he's a little freak)

#zb1 #zb1 smut #zerobaseone #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 zhanghao #zb1 hanbin #zb1 matthew #zb1 taerae #zb1 ricky #zerobaseone smut #zb1 fluff #zb1 drabbles #zb1 smau

[meowzfordayz]

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Author’s Note: for my own sanity, only some of these headcanons include Hina, Makio, and Suma. 😆 As w/ all hcs, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

NSFW Alphabet — Uzui Tengen

Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~3,100

CW: 18+NSFW, ass!play, cream!pie, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, public

MILESTONE 20.0

~faqs~

Aftercare? what they’re like after sex

Tengen’s aftercare can be… overwhelming. 🤭 Water and cuddles are appreciated, but do you really need a three course meal? An entire change of bedsheets? A steamy bath complete with petals and/or bath salts? A full body rubdown? Occasionally, the answer is YES! 😌 But oftentimes, the answer is: “Tengen, I’m not going to make it through the appetizer, let alone whatever else you’re planning.” 😴 Because as grateful as you are to be thoroughly pampered and cherished, sometimes the best aftercare is simply a quick rinse followed by promptly passing out.

Body Part? their favorite body part(s)

Tengen’s obsessed with your tits. 🤤😍 I mean, have you seen Hina, Makio, and Suma?! *cue that “You six are the most important things to me.” “Six? But Lord Tengen, there are only three of us.” “I said what I said.” meme* 😂 Sensitivity matters more to him than size or shape; if he can’t elicit a soft gasp from brushing his fingertips across your nipples, then what’s the point? ☹️ He’d be your personal bra if you’d let him, glued to your back 24/7, hands cupping your tits. If you have smaller tits: “But Tengen, they’re not even that big. I don’t need a bra!” “Okaaay, but I come with heating and massaging services! 🥺” If you have larger tits: “Honey, do you need help? ☺️” “Help? 🤨” “If they’re too heavy, I happen to know a strong man who can ease your burdens.” *cue Tengen winking exaggeratedly at your tits*

Tengen’s arms and thighs are to die for. He can hold you up against a wall, biceps flexing as your nails dig into his skin, cock thrusting steady and deep into your pussy, hardly out of breath, until you’re whimpering T-too much, g-gonna cum a-again. He can also keep you in place while you grind your clit against his thigh, forearms toned and unyielding as you melt into his chest, whining as you near your orgasm, unable to rest under his gentle, unforgiving guidance. “Mm, such a pretty thing, getting off on my thigh,” squeezing your waist in warning as you try to slow down, “What a pathetic whore, so anxious to cum the moment she sits on my lap,” grinning smugly as your body shudders, “There’s no stopping now, babygirl’s gotta finish what she starts, gotta make a mess on my thigh, then, maybe, I’ll let you go.” If you really think he’s letting you go after slipping your panties aside to feel your wetness seep through his pants, casually lifting you—with one arm, of course—just enough to fuck rough fingers into your clenched heat… think again. 😃

Cum?

Tengen prefers cumming in your pussy or on your ass. When he’s feeling intimate, finishing in your pussy feels like the ideal ending; it’s heavenly, sexy, and the perfect amount of lewd when you spread your folds so he can watch himself drip out of your stretched hole. If he’s feeling dominant, cumming on your ass satisfies his urge to claim and mark you in a more degrading manner; “My filthy fucking bitch,” as his cum coats your asshole, dribbling down the backs of your thighs, making a mess of the sheets below, “Wearing my cum so beautifully, what a slut.”

Dirty Talk?

Uzui Tengen aka King of Dirty Talk™️. Mind you, King™️ doesn’t mean everything he murmurs into your ear is mouthwatering, panty dropping, orgasm inducing, but it does mean he talks. A lot. Constantly. “You close to cumming? Close to squeezing the life out of my cock? Can’t wait to die by your pussy, mmm, yes darling, kill me.’ … … … 💀 To be fair, 9 out of 10 times he says something that’s actually pleasurable. 😆 “You hear that babydoll? The sound of your greedy pussy squelching around my cock? Look down gorgeous, look at how well you take me. Look and listen, tell me what you think, hm?” Spoiler alert: there’s no way you’re telling him what you think, because fucking you speechless happens to be his specialty.

Experience? their level of experience

Factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma, Tengen’s quite experienced. They don’t have foursomes too often (coordinating four schedules is a nightmare lmao), which actually benefits his sexual familiarity and comfortability, because 1-on-1 with three different women means plenty of consistent variety and opportunities to experiment/learn/grow. Toss you into the mix (they’re all very happy to get to love and be loved by you 🥰), and fivesomes are even rarer than the elusive foursome. Omitting Hina, Makio, and Suma? Tengen’s still experienced, but sexual experience doesn’t necessarily equate to emotional or romantic maturity. Does he know how to bring his sexual partners to world shattering climax? Yeah. Does he know how to nurture intimacy and depth beyond carnality? ~Eventually! He isn’t inherently closed off to the idea or concept of closeness — he just needs the right person (you, heh) to feel like taking that next step is worth his time, energy, and investment.

Foreplay?

Tengen LOVES foreplay, but he also LOVES penetrative sex, so it’s a perpetual, inner debate for him. 😖 Does he bask in the glory of you giving him head while he’s gaming with Kyojuro and Sanemi, or does he go afk (away from keyboard) to bend you over the bed and fuck you between rounds? 🤓 On that note, he prefers receiving, primarily because it’s easier for you to randomly suck his dick than it is for him to randomly perform cunnilingus. 11/10 has calender anniversary reminders for all the various places you’ve blown him i.e. 1/27 Bar Bathroom Blowjob 🍻; 4/19 Changing Room Blowjob 👕; 10/31 Halloween Party Blowjob 🎃. Besides blowjobs and cunnilingus, he’s a sorry sap for making out (when he supports the back of your head/neck and kisses you deeply UNF) and pinching your nipples until you’re begging him to play nice.

Goofy? their sense of humor

Ever seen movie/tv show bloopers where actors laugh while trying to film a serious/sad/etc scene? That’s Tengen during sex. He isn’t consciously silly, but his intensity/somewhat domineering attitude occasionally misses the mark. To his credit, he’s generally aware of your mood and what the ~vibe is, but sometimes all he wants to do is spank you—”Can you be good for me? Can you count? From one to ten, can you count out your punishment?”—and all you end up doing is giggling and sassing off: “Can I count from one to ten? Why, yes, yes I can!!!!!” *cue unstifled laughter* 🤪

Hair? pubes maintenance

Short of zero maintenance, Tengen has next to no preference about his pubic hair. If you want him clean shaven? He’ll do his best (shaving his balls only scares him ~a tad). If you appreciate ~some hair? He’ll literally have you sit on the bathtub beside him while he grooms, and rely on you to tell him when to stop. And if you also have next to no preference? He falls into a monthly trim routine.

Intimacy? their degree of intimacy

Sex with Tengen tends to lack toe curling intimacy. Your toes will certainly curl for other reasons, but he isn’t really a stare-into-my-eyes-as-I-whisper-sweet-nothings lover; he’s a, “Look at me while I fuck your pretty cunt,” firm thumb lifting up your chin, “I said look at me,” fucker. If you ask for more intimate sex, then he’ll certainly try his best, but all it takes is a few clenches of your walls around his cock—your eyes rolling backward, soft whine pushed from your chest, as he buries himself balls deep—for him to dissolve into his usual demanding demeanor.

Jack Off? masturbation

Including Hina, Makio, and Suma, he hardly ever masturbates. Sex isn’t a given—he doesn’t take anyone for granted, nor assume that someone’ll be available whenever he’s horny—but he doesn’t want any of you to feel rejected or neglected either. It’s a careful balance between respecting his right to privacy and personal time, as well as him not constantly declining sex because, “Oops, I already masturbated today.” Excluding Hina, Makio, and Suma, he tends to masturbate/initiate sex more days a week than not. If you aren’t in the mood, then he still checks in that you’re alright with him satisfying his needs alone, because again: he cares more about you feeling desired and taken care of than he cares about immediately fulfilling his sexual urges. He’s less so asking permission to masturbate, and more so ensuring nobody feels left out.

Kink? ~specific turn ons

Tengen enjoys shibari, but only when there’s enough time for it to be artistic and sexual. Bondage satisfies him too, but there’s a distinct difference between tying your wrists and ankles to four corners of a bed versus having you kneel and move in front of him as he creates fluid, silky knots and patterns across your body. Both forms involve you trusting him to a degree that riles and soothes his desires to control and protect you, just as both forms typically end with him cumming in your pussy, hands clutching your hips as he trembles, feeling his slick squelch out from the fullness of his cock inside you, balls soon sticky and messy. However, shibari is more meditative and collaborative—a mutual dance—whereas bondage leans toward leading and following—precisely choreographed (and he’s the choreographer). P.S. He’s definitely the type to own a sex swing. 😵‍💫

Location? where they prefer to have sex

When it comes to penetrative sex, Tengen prefers the bedroom (or living room) — nothing like knowing there’re solid walls to hold and fuck you against, as well as a soft and comfy bed (or couch) for less effortful/more creative positions — the bed/couch provides cushioning for potential falling/mishaps when trying something new. But oral sex? Tengen’s happy to receive a blowjob practically anywhere, anytime (so long as you’re comfortable). He’d much prefer he be caught with his pants down than you, and has likely had to laugh off one or two ~interruptions. 😅

Motivation? ~general turn ons

Modeling clothing and sleeping in his shirts! 😍 You could model a winter coat and snow pants, and Tengen would still be eager to “find” your breasts beneath the thick layers of polyester and fleece, as well as squeeze your now thoroughly padded ass. 🤪 And if you model lingerie, swimwear, or anything remotely revealing? He’s 100% chugging water and fanning himself, legs parting as he not so subtly grabs his crotch, “I think we need to do a sit test before you buy those,” while patting his thigh. Are some of his reactions exaggerated? Yeah. 😂 But does he do it all to hype you up and because he’s attracted to you? Also yeah. ☺️ On a different note, wear his clothing, and he’ll immediately offer to let you keep it for forever. “Wearing my shirt?” he grins slyly. “Mhm.” “Keep it,” he declares. Eyebrows raising, you tilt your head, “What?” “I just want you to have sweet dreams!” he winks. “And wearing your shirt…” “Will obviously grant you sweet dreams.” “Surrre,” you drawl, arms crossing amusedly. “Aaand you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

No? turn offs

Unless it’s with his cock, Tengen isn’t huge on breathplay. Light choking? Sure, if you ask nicely. But more serious breathplay? He’s just a little too informed about the dangers of cutting your brain off from oxygen to properly enjoy it. 😕

Oral? giver or receiver

Tengen prefers receiving oral sex, mostly because he can’t get over how stunning you look with his cock in your mouth. As beautiful as you look—and feel—cumming while his tongue flicks rapidly at your clit, it just isn’t the same from between your thighs; your head tilts backward, pretty eyes disappearing from view, legs suffocating him and his view. But you, tracing the tip of his cock with your glistening tongue, one hand shoved between your legs, the other clutching his thigh, struggling to balance bringing yourself to orgasm and coaxing shudders from him? That is a sight he’ll never tire of.

Position? their favorite position(s)

For cumming in your pussy, Tengen adores having you on top. Make no mistake—he’s happy and able to do most of the work (grabbing your hips and thrusting upward into your cunt)—there’s just no better way to watch your tits bounce. Make him suck on your fingers before playing with your nipples, and he’s liable to cum much sooner than anticipated. For cumming on your ass, Tengen doesn’t really care what position you’re in; he’s focused on chasing his orgasm and keeping his thrusts as hard and precise as possible. If you’re on your back, then he’ll simply flip you over when he needs to cum, impatiently waiting to paint a lil heart on your ass with his cum (he cums first, and then uses it as ~paint — his swollen tip’s the paintbrush). 

Quickie? a fan or not-a-fan

Tengen isn’t the hugest fan of quickies. He considers sex a privilege, an indulgence, an experience, and rushing it means less time to reach its potential. That being said, if he’s in the mood and there’s only time for a quickie, then he won’t hold off— he has the stamina to chase immediate gratification and enjoy his time (with you) ~later too. 😌

Risk? their risk tolerance

Despite his flashy persona, Tengen would rather partake in safe, “tame” sex than put his partner(s) at risk of bodily/emotional harm. Regarding himself, he’s less reserved. In other words, if someone’s going to be caught with their pants down, then he’d prefer it be himself than his partner(s). Even if you tell him, “Getting caught sucking someone’s dick can still be as embarrassing as getting caught having your dick sucked!” he’s unlikely to acknowledge his double standard — you’d really have to push to be the one undressing in a ~risky situation.

Stamina?

Tengen can go for hours, primarily because he can stave off cumming for hours. Sometimes you have to beg him to cum, as in, beg for him to cum, because your pussy’s swollen and sore and the copious amounts of lube aren’t enough anymore. “Tengen, please,” you whimper, mouthing weakly at his neck, body folded sweaty and exhausted atop his chest. “What is it?” he murmurs, only slightly breathless, slow thrusts continuing as he kneads your ass, “Please what?” “Please cum,” you groan, folds stinging from the relentless friction, “I swear if you don’t cum soon-” Smirking, he rocks his hips sharply upward, eyes closing as he drawls, “Then what?” “Then you’re pulling out and cumming in your fist.” That changes his pace real quick — best believe he’s cumming in your pussy, or not at all. As for his actual refractory period, he’s capable of multiple orgasms throughout the day, but the more he cums in a day, the more days he’ll need to recharge afterwards. 🪫

Toys?

Tengen may or may not dedicate a sizeable portion of his income to sex toys, especially factoring in Hina, Makio, and Suma. While he appreciates being called a Sex God™️, he’s a relatively humble god 🙃, and is fine acknowledging the usefulness and efficiency of dildos, vibrators, etc. He definitely researches options of intrigue before buying, and only purchases well reputed— oftentimes more expensive—toys. If any of you (“you” being Hina, Makio, Suma, and you) request a custom dildo of his penis, then you bet he’s making four of them!!!!! 😃 Why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—fuck themselves with ~his cock? 😤 If you’re into anal sex, then he might splurge even further and make eight… because why would he squander the opportunity to watch all four of his partners—all at the same time—stuff all of their holes? Does this mean he’d technically need twelve if we’re counting mouths as well?

Unfair? how they feel about teasing/being teased

Tengen loooves teasing, but isn’t fond of being teased himself. 😬 You can tease him—he isn’t a jerk about it/won’t promptly shut you down—but he will flip the tables sooner rather than later. Verbal banter goes over better with him than physical playfulness, because it’s just too easy for him to manhandle you. If you’re dominant/switch leaning, then he’ll occasionally relinquish his reins, but doing so absolutely requires lengthy discussion and upfront negotiation/explanation (of your needs) prior.

Volume?

Tengen murmurs lowly and grunts loudly; a combination of seductive, filthy, and sometimes nonsensical dirty talk + guttural, staggered noises as he nears his climax. If he’s cumming multiple times in a day, then he’s definitely shouting, “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck, FUUUUUCK!!!!!” by his last orgasm — similar to shouting through a difficult part of a workout, because cumming multiple times in a day is 😮‍💨.

Wild Card?

Tengen’s contemplated getting his dick pierced more than once, but hasn’t followed through with it because he’s afraid of the pain. Don’t get him wrong!!! 😠 He’s tough!!!!! 😡 Just not that kind of tough. 🫠

X-ray?

A show-er for sure, almost 8 inches when fully erect, and as thick as you’d expect (very). Proper preparation and lube are generally a must—another reason Tengen isn’t super into quickies—but he’s fairly straight with minimal veins, aka no wicked curves or texture that require further adjustment. The head of his cock is relatively small, so getting through the initial squeeze and fullness isn’t the hardest part; it’s a ~journey all the way down to his balls. 🤠

Yearning? sex drive

Goes through periods of initiating sex every other day to not feeling anything in particular about sex for like, a week. With four wives, that neutral period is important for resetting himself and getting shit done — taking care of himself + four partners sexually can take up a lot of time! Of course, you can obviously pleasure yourself + each other too (permutations, math, 5 numbers), and he’s more than content to watch—or hear about it later—when he’s not quite up for participating himself.

Zzz?

Instead of crashing immediately after sex, Tengen crashes immediately following aftercare. He has plenty of energy to go ~overboard with aftercare, and precisely no energy once he knows you’re both comfortably grounded and sated (if you let him, then he will cook you that three course meal mentioned in Aftercare, and he will start nodding off at the dining table once you’ve taken your last bite 🥱). He’s pretty indifferent about how you sleep after sex; just don’t roll over to the complete opposite side of the bed without even a pinky toe or finger touching him 🥲 — he’ll fall asleep thinking he’s upset you, but too tired to actually ask. 🥺😴

#tengen uzui #uzui tengen #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #sound hashira #headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[web6y]

What if you...

                                        danced with,

             ✫彡   Them   ミ★

      (Pt 1)           (Pt 2)            (Pt 3)           (Pt 4)

          ✔︎                  ��                   ❌                 ❌

Lucifer x Reader (romantic) 

The reader is adressed as "you" and as gender neutral terms 

this time i can't imagine what kind of person Lucifer would date with,im sorry :(

(HOLY COW LUCIUS IS FINALLY WRITING SOMETHING OTHER THAN ALASTOR X READER PLATONIC THINGS🗣️‼️) 

(And I finally had motivation to finish it after 10 days.But I just realized Im not actually good with Lucifer fanfics.)

:(

Warnings:

Nothing else because im a pure angel.

Summary:

Lucifer's taller s/o reader realized Lucifer had a gramophone in his office the whole time,but the little ugly duckling haven't used it because they didn't had anyone to listen to with him...until now

And not-so-fun-fact i still don't like the way i write and I'll keep thinking I write trash.

        𐦖 King's 

                    Baby Steps ✨

You are at Lucifer's office after a long day,you are sitting at a chair,sipping your coffee and watching him work on a new project with a smirk.

You took a sip from your coffee,placed your pink cup with a tiny duck picture on it on the coffee table and stood up,you stretched.

"now...may I ask what are you working on now?" you asked softly,Lucifer didn't looked up at you but he smiled cutely with childish mischievousness,"...you'll see soon,give me a few more minutes." he is biting his lower lip with his small fangs and giggling while working.

You rolled eyes,then your eyes travels around the room after trying to checkout what he is working on,but his tiny body is good at hiding things.

As your eyes travels around the room,you see something you haven't saw before.

Its an old gramophone.

Its actually pretty big,the metal part of it is pure gold and the wooden parts are dark oak,its carved small apple patterns on it.

As you examine the gramophone,but Lucifer interrupts and excitedly yells, "Darling!Come take a look!!"

He jumps out of his chair and runs to you,showing you his 'project'.

Its a rubber duck.

A rubber duck that looks like you.

"For my dear Monarch!" he is handing it to you like its a treasure,its like a treasure to you at least.

You chuckled and took the duck from his hands,examining it,"Its adorable," you looked at him,"but not as you,my duckling.",you took his hat,leaned closer to place a kiss on the top of his head while he tried to take his hat back,while he was huffing and puffing,you pointed the old gramophone,"Is this thing still working?"

He looked at the gramophone "Im not sure.."

you raised an eyebrow "Darling,how you don't know if it works?"

Lucifer looked away and shrugged,"I...um,I don't play music really often." 

"I haven't used it since seven years ago."

You smirked "Well,there is only one way to find out if its still working." you opened the drawer under the coffee table,you found an old record and held it up.

You took it out slowly and placed it on the gramophone,and elegant dance music started playing.

Lucifer looked at you,"Well it's working.." you held his hand,offering him a dance,but he pulled back.

"I...I don't remember how to dance,it's been so long." he said with a low voice ,"My duckling.." "I know you can do it,you are so good at dancing alone and singing,im pretty sure you can handle this." you putted his hat back on his head "I'll teach you." he smiled and held your waist with his small elegant hand "I think I can give it a try again..." 

You two started dancing,you took the lead,Lucifer still looks nervous.

He needs motivation.

"Shh,we are going to do this."

"Let's start with baby steps.."

"You are doing great,my short king.."

I AM SORRY FOR MAKING YOU READ THIS SHIT💀

ITS ACTUALLY HORRIFYING I DON'T THINK I'LL WRITE LUCIFER AS READER'S S/O EVER AGAIN.

And there is Vox and Tino left now..

I mean I can write Vox having reader as S/O but im not sure about Val😭 

But I'll anyways because i love to torture myself

Anyway,

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[anemhoez]

Fun Guy…

Tighnari/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, breeding kink

A/N: this idea came to me while i was playing as tighnari 💀 hope you like it!

words: 2k

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“Nariiii,” your voice beckoned him like a sweet song, “come to bed.” You currently lay on said “bed”, a straw mat you managed to put together during your impromptu research trip through the dense forest. The rain started to fall and once you and Tighnari finished dispensing of a withering, you made camp quickly in the spot that had cleared up beautifully.“In a minute darling,” his voice full of curiosity at the current specimen he observed in his hand. The rain had stopped and the night air was crisp, the smell of damp greenery permeated the tent as you tried to get comfortable without his warmth.

Tighnari jotted down notes to describe the look of the fungus in his hand, his slender fingers squeezing it softly. “Fascinating!” he said and just wrote down even more words. You sighed and stared up at the low ceiling of the tent, “When did you even pick that thing?” your eyebrow raising at him. He turned to you, his hazel eyes meeting yours, “I grabbed it before we set up the tent, you might have been distracted with hammering the stakes.” He used his pencil to measure the height of the fungus, “Its pretty much bite-sized.” Your mind trailed off thinking about how those stakes weren’t the only things that needed to be hammered. Tighnaris voice was but a whisper suddenly, “Well, it tastes just fine.” You turned immediately and noticed the fungus that was just in his hand was gone, “Nari?!” your voice was loud and he snapped his head towards you, “Did you just eat it?!”

He swallowed audibly, “No?” You shook your head, your hands coming to cross over your chest, “For a forest ranger, that’s pretty irresponsible of you,” what if you fall ill?!” He realized the error of his ways as he felt the fungus slowly travel down his gullet, “Sorry, I don’t have any of my lab equipment and, this is the only way I can test its properties.” He reached out and took your hand in his, “It wont happen again, I promise.” His fluffy ears perked up and you couldn’t help but lean down and kiss him. “Why do you even need to examine it so thoroughly right now anyway?” you questioned the ranger, “you couldn’t wait until we got back to the village?”

Tighnari turned away from you, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks, “Well, about that,” he said and toyed with his earring, a gesture he always did when he was nervous, “that fungus, I actually know more about it then I let on.” He stood up, his tail swishing from side to side, “I ate it, knowing what it will do to me.” His eyes were avoiding yours and you took him by the chin gently, “Oh? Whats it supposed to do to you? Have you been feeling unwell?” He shook his head and took you by the waist, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace, “Not at all,” he moved in closer and gave you a kiss, his tongue parting your lips. You kissed him back, your hands coming to wrap around his neck. that familiar feeing of excitement in the pit of your stomach catalyzing. He pulled away and met your eyes once more, “I read about it a few weeks ago, and was curious, so while we were out here I took the opportunity to search for it” he explained with enthusiasm, his ears moving in tandem with his words, “It’s a natural performance enhancer.” You couldn’t help but smirk devilishly,

“Are you serious?,” your hands came to cover your month, “Tighnari, you degenerate!” you joked and he pulled you back to him, holding you close. “What do you say Y/n? Would you be interested in being my research assistant?” To say you were surprised was an understatement, you’d never expect this from him in a million years. A part of you was excited, but another part felt guilty, as if it was your fault he needed to “enhance” himself in some way.

“I’m at your disposal Nari but, why do you feel like you need to take something like this?” you asked, your hands coming to tug on his ears playfully. “Not only out of curiosity but, you have no idea how badly I want to,” he stopped and his tail began to wag faster, “fuck you for hours upon hours.” His words stirred something within you, its not like he didn’t have the stamina naturally, you thanked his genetics for that. “Okay, I just don’t want you feeling inadequate in any way,” you said as you trailed your hands down his body. “Not at all I just want to,” he stopped when you palmed his bulge through his loose shorts, “make you feel even better than usual, Y/n.” You rubbed against him, “Hmm I see,” your hand reached inside the hem of his shorts, “Im so lucky to have a guy like you Nari, always so considerate.” He huffed as you continued your ministrations, your soft hands stroking him to erection, “Anything for you- ah!”

Tighnari yelled and you quickly removed your hand from his pants, “Archons! Did I hurt you?” He shook his head to reassure you, “I think the fungus is taking effect,” he looked down and pulled the hem of his pants to peer inside, “it kind of stings? But in a good way?” You peered into his open hem, “I don’t think it should hurt though,” your voice laced with worry, “Now Im worried.” He pulled out his dick and held it. He stroked it lazily, “Theres no need to worry,” his cock looking heavy in his hands, “ It feels incredible.” His voice was low as he threw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed back a moan.

The sight in front of you made your core tremble. Tighnari was moaning louder than before, his thick cock beginning to drip with pre-cum. You instinctively got on you knees, “Nari,” you cooed and he looked down at you, “what happened to me being your assistant?” He smiled and took the back of your head gently, “That’s right,” he guided his cock to your lips and you graciously took him into your mouth. It felt almost foreign in your mouth, what with how thick the fungus had made him. You pulled away, his cock bobbing and dripping with saliva. “I think you’re thicker than usual, I can barely take the whole thing.”

You took his dick in your hand and stroked it hard, moving to suck at his now thickened sack. He moaned loudly at the sensation, “Is that so?” He suddenly pulled away from you, “One second, let me grab my notes.” His cock bobbed as he reached for his notepad, “Takes effect after a few minuets, almost as if it bypasses the digestive system, may increase in girth.” His tone was serious as he scribbled. You could feel your wetness start to soak your underwear, your boyfriends dick almost taunting you as it stood at full mast. “Ahem,” you cleared your throat and he came back to reality. A smile spread across his face, “My apologies, its all just so, fascinating!” his voice brimming with excitement

He pulled you up and onto your feet, “Shall we try another variable?” his hand came up to your mouth and wiped away some of the mess. You realized what he meant and crawled over to the mat, “And that variable would be?” you teased, your hand trailing down your body to between your legs. Tighnari could hear just how wet you were, “My cock inside of you, of course.” He positioned himself in front of you, his cock in hand, harder than ever. He watched as you opened your legs wide, completely exposing yourself to him. You slid your fingers inside of you, the squelching sounds cause Tighnari to emit a growl from deep within his throat. “You’re already so wet for me,” his voice was soft as he moved to slot between your plush thighs. “like a good assistant should be.”

He pushed the head of his throbbing cock into you, “Ah, fuck Y/n,” he grunted and buried himself to the hilt, “have you always been this tight?” He pulled out and the drag of his cock almost took your breath away, “Nari!” His hand pushed your thighs down further onto the mattress, “Tell me, how it feels” his voice was needy, his teeth coming to bite his bottom lip as he pulled out and thrusted back in. You arched your back, the sensation whenever he hit your cervix causing you to wince a little, “S-so, big, it feels, ah, bigger than usual?” you questioned how that was possible but stopped when he slammed back into you, “Fuck Nari!” Your eyes darted to where he disappeared inside of you, “How do you feel?” He chuckled at your question, “Incredible Y/n, simply incredible!” he exclaimed with a moan as you clenched down on him harder. “I cant wait to fuck you like this for the rest of the night.”

There was barely any space between you and Tighnari with how close he was holding you, making sure his cock was nestled deep inside of you. He picked up his pace and with every hard piston like thrust , his cock brushed against your sweet spot. Tighnaris ears drooped low, and you reached up to scratch behind them, knowing just how needy and whiney it made him. He took your hands from his ears and pinned them above your head, “I’m trying to last longer here,” his tail puffed up, “you know that drives me wild.” You smiled and locked half lidded blown out eyes with him, “Maybe I want you to get wild Nari,” you rolled your hips to meet his in a fervor, “fuck me like an animal and fill me up with your cum.” His eyes went wide, his hips meeting yours harder with a smack, “Oh? Is that part of the experiment?” he joked and smiled down at you. He leaned down and kissed you, his teeth taking your bottom lip and biting down. He brought a hand to your neck, “Want me to fill you up, huh? To breed you, darling?” his tone was intense, with his favorite thing to do to you now on the table, he pulled out of you. “Turn around”

You obeyed, almost immediately and didn’t care how desperate it might have made you look. You got on your elbows and knees, your ass perked up perfectly in the air. “Breed me, please Nari.” He slapped your ass hard and you yelped a desperate cry. Tighnari moved and easily slid into you from behind, “Just how I like it,” his nimble hands coming to squeeze your ass. This new position allowed him to fuck you harder, to hold onto your wrists and use them to pull you onto him. His piston like pumps sending you into a fit of whines and curses. Tighnari grunted and growled behind you, “You always take me so well,” he pushed your arms against you back, crossing them over one another, “so tight, so fucking wet.” The only things holding you up were your knees, your face buried into the pillow, muffling your pitiful screams. He grunted and huffed, “I can feel you about to cum, fuck!” he said and grabbed a fistful of your hair. This was it, that action alone caused your cunt to flutter and clench down on him hard. A guttural scream came from your throat, “Nari!” was all you said through your euphoric climax.

But your fox hybrid boyfriend continued to thrust, still seeking his own release. “You’ll have to explain that orgasm to me in great detail.” His voice was hoarse, his thrusts still merciless. You lay on your cheek, your pussy still throbbing, drool and tears dirtying the pillow. You moaned with every thrust he gave you, like a babbling fool hungry for more. He let go of your wrists, letting you readjust and get comfortable. His thrusts slowed down, “Look at you, this is exactly what i wanted to do to you,” his voice was softer now, “have you so fucked out and drunk on my cock.” You turned to lay on your side, his dick never exiting you. “Fuck that fungus, in the name of the archons,” you huffed and moved to lay back down on your back, “fuck that fungus.”

He was now leaning over you, his thrusts as vicious as ever, your tongues meeting in a sloppy kiss. Your fingers were intertwined, his weight of his body holding you down. “Nari, ah!” you said through the kiss. He rolled his hips into you, not just fucking you now but making love to you. “I know darling, me too.” You continued the kiss and with a few more thrusts from Tighnari, you came on him again, your body writhed in pleasure. His thrusts became erratic as he felt your walls flutter against him, this time bringing him to his own peak. Tighnari howled, his seed spurting deep inside of you. His load was larger than usual, “Fuck, I’m still cumming!” he exclaimed as his body convulsed. You watched his ears droop as he huffed and shook through his orgasm. “Tighnari, I feel so full,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. He opened his eyes after he finished and pulled out of you. Thick white seed almost gushed out of you, he observed closely as you reached down and used your fingers to push his cum back into you. “Theres so much,” you said and looked at him, “are you trying to become a father?.” The fox hybrid smiled and moved to your side, “Not just yet,” You kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before you felt Tighnaris cock getting hard again. “Already?!” you looked down and there it was, his pretty dick getting hard for you all over again. He held a hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh, “Archons, Ill have pages of notes to write later.”

A/N: hehe this unlocked a kink!! 😀🥴 no, im not okay!

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[cosmicstarlatte]

Mexican Restaurant (Obey Me!)

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You and the brothers got hungry and end up at an authentic hole-in-the wall Mexican restaurant. They decide to put their spanish to the test.

»Characters: Demon Bros

»Tags: Bilingual (Spanish/English) Bulleted style fic, Gender Neutral, Pathetic Lucifer lmao

»Note: Sorry if the grammar/spelling is off. Ye ye, I'm Mexican but my spanish is okay at most. 💀

Lucifer:

"Es picante? Lo quiero ordenar." (It's spicy? I want to order it.)

Ordered first

He didn't want you to translate for him

He wanted to use his limited Spanish to impress you

Wouldn't stop smirking since he felt like he was quite impressive

Until Mammon took over

Bitterly ate his enchiladas

He didn't understand what guapo (handsome) meant but heard it frequently in his direction

His pride wouldn't let him ask you

Sulked for the rest of the night

You asked if he was okay

"Si."

Mammon:

" Y esto cuanto cuesta? QUE!? " (And this is how much? WHAT!?)

Yeah he picked up *some* Spanish due to possible illegal activities

Took advantage of the free chips and salsa

Ordered steak fajitas

Sung and danced with the band

Yeah he was kind of drunk

Wore the title of "El Mamon" proudly without knowing it can be translated to "Idiot" in Spanish

"No te preocupes, yo te cuido" (Dont worry I'll take care of you)

Got his and your meals taken care of by the end of the night

The people hope to see El Mamon [affectionate] again, he's always welcome

Levi:

"Hola! Mi nombre es Leviathan!" (Hello! My name is Leviathan!)

Wanted to impress you so he refused to have you help him

Just pointed at something at the menu

"Por favor!" (Please!)

"El especial es muy picante...seguro que lo quieres? '...si!?' " (The special is very spicy...are you sure you want it? ...yes!?)

Was confused when they brought a crowd with his food

Held back his tears while he ate El Diablo Fuerte burrito challenge

"Mm..so...good..."

Passed out after saying that

For once, Levi's embarrassing scene made Lucifer feel better

Satan:

"Si, tamales por favor." (Yes, tamales please.)

Also a little fluent but not like Mammon

Practiced his Spanish with you, it was pretty cute tbh

Could practically eat from Lucifer's bitter energy alone

Learned to flirt with you in spanish

Took a chance and danced with you

Smirked at Lucifer while dancing

Asmo:

"Hola!" (Hello!)

Only the most basic of Spanish words

Wasn't shy to admit he needed help with the menu so you sat very close and translated

Worked extremely well in his favor

Levi shot daggers at him while Lucifer continued sulking

Ordered a carne asada quesadilla platter

Posted an unconscious Levi on DevilSnap

Him and Mammon made the place livelier than usual

Ended up dancing and flirting with the server

Got his entire meal for free

Beel:

"Dame todo. 'Que?' Todo." (Give me everything. 'What?' Everything.)

Ron Swanson™️ energy

It's the only Spanish he ever needs when ordering so he gets by every time

Happily shared a little bit of everything with you

Upset that Belphie got in the way of spoon feeding you some churro ice cream

Finished Levi's burrito with ease

Asked the server for seconds

His bill paid for the restaurants rent for the month

Got a little jealous of everyone dancing with you

Yes he made his move and got his chance

Was the one to carry Levi back to the hotel

Belphie:

"Ayudame?" (Help me?)

Can actually navigate the menu on his own

He's use to it because of Beel

Wanted the same experience you gave Asmo

Which he got (much to Lucifers dismay)

But he ordered himself when the server came

"Horchata y birria tacos por favor." (Horchata and birria tacos please.)

Horchatas his favorite drink. I will die on this hill

You asked "Belphie do you actually know some spanish?"

" I just said I needed help. I never said I didn't know."

Was the one to tell Mammon to call himself El Mamon

Lucifer and Levi lost this one. 😔 What adventure will we go on next? 🤭

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