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[y0ur3]

Fanart for Dad shaped - Chapter 3: Food by Clouds (myheadinthecoudsnotcomingdown) from ao3

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

NPMD best line deliveries

oh shit! oh fuck!! i didnt think thered be a skele'uhn here ?!? im so fucking scared of skele'uhnz!!!

dont frighten him pokey you nasssssty boy

were going to jail...and with my luck no one will even B O T H E R making me their bitch...

🐦 heyus the thing about a bãrbĕqüe...it brings folks together...from awl wawlks of laife...theyres a storhé behand everyh burrghurr...everyh kehbahhb...

but I...called God a sonofa B word...who am iaieEUGHAHuhuuuh...

[craykaycee]

I had a lot of fun drawing a couple scenes from @crazedauthor 's isekai AU fic "Reality is Stranger Than Fiction" as an art trade! While drawing these, I realized that I have never drawn Moon with soft features, always as a pointy gremlin. He has stolen my heart with his sweet sweet face and soft personality, and I'm excited to see how Crazed's story will develop! Making these, a fun painting style has developed :3c excited to work like this more often in the future ^-^

No dialogue text versions under the cut!

[bby-deerling]

cream (ace x reader nsfw)

ace helps you warm up :^) inspired by the prince song

18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 1.8k masterlist

cw: afab!fem!reader, cowgirl, temperature play kinda, ace is a lil tease, semi-public-ish sex, creampie, spit as lube

tagging: @discodreaming @eelnoise

The unforgiving chill of the desert night was seeping into your bones, leaving you shaking and clenching your teeth so hard you couldn’t bear the pain any longer.  Nami had greedily yanked away your blanket in her sleep, and you didn’t want to bother or wake Vivi, leaving you no choice but to wander outside of your tent and see if the campfire was enough to warm your nearly numb body—if it was even still lit.

Peeking out of your tent, you see the flames are smaller than before, but still capable of giving you some heat and comfort.  Gingerly, you step towards the fire, keeping your steps light to avoid waking any of the boys up, who had fallen asleep in a pile on top of each other; before you reach your destination, a husky voice cuts through the air and makes you jump.

“Can’t sleep?”  Ace asks you, sitting on the ground leaning against the tent; as you turn to face him, you admire his tired and playful smirk, soaking in as much of him as you can without making your fascination with him too glaringly obvious.

You shake your head, returning his grin with a sleepy smile of your own.  “Too cold, ‘m trying to warm up.” you explain, motioning towards the slowly dying fire.  He nods, and eyes you up and down for a moment before opening his robe, exposing his deliciously sculpted chest and abs, and motioning for you to come closer.

“Are you serious?” you whisper, flustered and blushing at his invitation.  His smirk turns into a wolfish grin, and he nods.  The remnants of the fire’s warm orange light dance across his face, illuminating the wild and free-spirited nature radiating from his presence.

“C’mere, I’ll keep you warm.” he insists, gently tugging your wrist.  Yielding to his touch, you allow him to pull you down and into his arms; closing his robe around you, your back is flush against his chest.  A blush creeps into your cheeks as the abnormal heat of his skin leaves burning tingles through your fingers and toes, his embrace allowing you to finally relax your spine.

“That feel alright for you?” he asks softly, carefully warming his body with his devil fruit to make sure you were comfortable enough—he wanted you heated up and snug in his arms, but not sweating too much yet.

“Mhmmm…feels good.” you whisper contently, allowing yourself to nuzzle closer into his touch; the cozy, enticing feeling of drowning in Ace’s warmth makes any possible reservations about the embrace dissipate into the chilly desert wind.

“You like it hot, don’t ya’?” he teases, lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear.  Tresses of long, slick, black hair ghost over the sides of your neck, tickling the sensitive skin and sending your mind abuzz at the sensation of being so close to him.  “My kind of girl.”

His words leave you a flustered, blushing mess, unable to form a coherent response besides a content giggle—the way his charms are leaving you smitten is cute, and he makes sure you know it.

“It’s a shame I can’t stick around longer, I’d like to get to know ya’ better, you’re a real sweetheart.” he says, words hushed and rumbling through your ears, bringing a bright flush to your cheeks.  “My little brother is lucky to have you around to look after him and keep him out of trouble.”  His neck cranes around the side of your head and slightly chapped lips gently press against your temple, roughened and weathered from the harsh desert sun.

“Don’t let me fool you, we get into a bunch of trouble together too—we’re too silly for our own good.” you say softly, trying to control the way your body is reacting to his intimate gestures; you’re failing, breathing turning shaky as you feel the nearly phantom touch of his lips ghosting along the apple of your cheek.  Hesitant to read too deeply into a bit of cheeky flirting, you tell yourself that he’s just being sweet—nothing more; however, the way his head is nestled into the crook of your neck, gentle smile radiating into your skin, overwhelms your senses and makes your heart flutter.

“I like that about ya’ too.  You’re a fun little ball of sunshine.” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses into your collarbone as he squeezes you tighter.  Nuzzling into his touch, he chuckles quietly as his warm, heated fingers start to roam, tracing lines up and down your arms first, before moving to grip your waist.  “Plus, you’re filthy cute—but you know that, don’t you?” he whispers, teasingly; the husky timbre of his voice leaves you craving more.  His tattooed arm loops around your waist, while the other dips downward along your lower torso; his motions are slow but intentional as he squeezes a handful of your plush thigh and drags his fingers upward, grinning at the way you sigh in frustration when he pulls his hand away.

“Better move this to my tent before I can’t help myself and give it to you out here.” he whispers, hooking an arm around your legs, lifting you effortlessly, and pulling you into his small tent nearby, slightly further away from the others.  Two harsh pulls of a zipper cut through the crisp air—the first is the closure of the tent that wraps the two of you in a blanket of privacy; the second is him fiddling with the fly of his pants as he hastily tries to get them off with one hand.  The other is threaded through your hair, dying to feel as much of you as he could at once.  Tongues twirling together and breathy moans reverberating against each other’s mouths, you’re both starving—for touch, for intimacy, and for the heated, tantalizing way your lips slide against each other.

A lewd smack echoes on the canvas walls of the tent as your lips reluctantly pull apart, a string of saliva keeping you tethered together.  “Get on top for me, baby.” he murmurs, shimmying out of his long cargo shorts that were already halfway off and sitting down beside you.  Eyes glimmering with lust, you pounce at the opportunity and shed your own layers of clothing; Ace watches you, mesmerized, and spits in his hand as he strokes himself to your naked form. 

His free hand reaches out to gently grip your waist and pulls you towards him.  Breath hitching as you straddle him and drag the head of his cock along your folds, he resists the urge to succumb to his impatience and push himself into you all at once—imagining the sharp cry you’d let out as he fills you up makes his cock twitch against you.  Instead, he holds out as you sink onto him, pupils blown out as he watches your walls envelop him; you’re gorgeous as you take him in, back arching, head thrown back and eyes closed as you try to control your breathing as you adjust to his length.

Palms hot as they grip your hips, he grinds your hips against his, guiding you towards finding the right way to drag your clit against him as you ride.  Smoothly settling into a rhythm, you find the right set of movements that makes your head dizzy and leaves you breathless; Ace’s hands start to roam upward, splaying across your breasts and drowning you in tantalizing warmth as his thumbs softly circle your nipples.

“Right there…” he says, voice husky and dripping with lust as he watches you dip into a state of hazy pleasure and delirium, “Get yourself off for me.”  Sloppy, wet sounds intensify with each rock of your hips, swiftly building towards your climax.  Tingles and pins and needles spread through your body as you get close, flush rushing towards your cheeks as your hips snap desperately against him.  Face buried in his neck, you whimper and gasp, choking back more the intense and incriminating sounds that are clawing at your throat.  Locks of his hair find themselves sticking to the side of your face—slightly greasy, damp with sweat, and scented with ash and soot, you can’t help but inhale sharply to take more of him into your lungs.

“Ace, ‘m so close…” you sigh, heat pooling in your cheeks as your words trail off into a strangled gasp.  One of his hands trails down your side and rocks your hips closer into him, giving you the friction you need to make the tightly wound coil snap; mind buzzing and blank, your walls clamp around him as a chorus of lewd sounds fall off your lips.  Ace gives you no mercy, continuing to grind your hips against his through your orgasm, intent on stretching it out as long as possible.

“That’s right baby, cream all over my cock…” he whispers in your ear before biting down on your neck and sucking softly, earning him a moan from you in response. 

Relentless as he gives it to you, his grip on you is firm as he takes control, grasping your hips and bouncing you along his cock.  Still limp and twitching from your high, you’re like a ragdoll in his hands as he fills you up with a punishing pace, unable to do anything but whine and beg for him to give you even more.

“Such a good girl, you take me so well…” he growls, his previous smirks and grins replaced with unwavering and intense focus as he drags your soaked pussy along his length.  Tight and warmer than he could ever dream of, he hopes you’re feeling just a fraction of the flames coursing through his veins as he pounds you so hard that you start grabbing and scratching at his back, babbling nonsense into his collarbone.

And perhaps you feel it even more; your whole body is on fire as his thrusts grow even faster still, and you feel his thighs tense.  As he spills into you, his cum is hot, creamy, and leaves you sighing with pleasure as you feel it mix with the sticky pool of arousal that had completely coated both of your thighs.  Panting and out of breath, he stares at you, eyes half-lidded as he catches his breath; as he regains his senses and his beating heart begins to slow, he pulls you in for a deep kiss as he pulls out of you.

“That warm you up enough?” he asks cheekily as he reaches for a towel out of his bag to clean you up with.

“Might still need to be held a bit, ‘m not ready to brave the cold alone just yet.” you reply with a hopeful grin as you watch him slip into his sleeping bag and pull a blanket on top.

“Good—‘m not ready to let you go yet either.” he says with a smirk, pulling you close against him underneath the covers.

[the-fluff-piece]

Sexy Headcanon -

How they like to go down on you

Law, Sanji, Zoro all have different techniques licking pussy

This is an 18+ headcanon, so minors don't read, don't interact

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Law

He's fully (for his standard) clothed and stays that way

Beforehand he studied the clitoris intensively, he knows where all the sensitive parts are

He doesn't like it as foreplay. He likes leading you away to some corner in the middle of the day to yank your pants down or push your skirt up, get on his knees in front of you and lick you through your panties before moving them aside

He likes his hands under your shirt, massaging and pinching your breasts as his tongue gets to work on your pussy

He's methodical and mindblowingly slow, he knows he gets you there and likes to make to you ask for more, faster and harder

When he decides that you've begged enough, he gives it to you with all of his ability. His mouth sucking on your clitoris, stroking with his tongue and fucking you with his fingers. He also likes to remind you that there's people nearby and you should keep quiet

He loves to look you in the eyes when you cum

When you're finished and exhausted, he gives you a hot, wet kiss before returning to whatever he's been doing. He'll be looking at your reddened face with a knowing grin.

Zoro

He's a man of carnal tastes and high intensity, it's not enough for him to just pleasure you with his mouth, he likes to get his cock sucked simultaneously - so you'll have to straddle his face and get down on him, too

The man also has no sense of pacing, he starts how he feels like and if that's full force, you'll have to deal with it

Beware! The bastard bites, nibbles and sucks so hard you will definitely get marks

His wicked tongue is practically everywhere, inside and outside you. His mouth is always hot

He's grunting louder than you

He allows himself to cum only after satisfying you

Once is never enough, when he's finished with mouth stuff, he's immediately hard again and ready to fuck

Sanji

First, he always freezes and stares ar your pussy. He never gets enough of your sight. Your most tender and sensitive part, there for him to please and enjoy

He begins slowly and cautiously, he doesn't want to hurt you. His tongue is exploring every fold with slow curiosity while his blue eyes are fixed on your face to asses what brings you the most pleasure

When he found the way that makes you moan loudly, he won't stop until you come, enjoying your moans and your taste, stroking himself because it's so hot to him. It really gets him going to bring you pleasure, he moans against your flesh as he sucks and licks you with increasing intensity

Actually, he finishes first, whimpering as he comes on the sheets, but he doesn't stop, he takes your thighs into his hands to lift your hips up and becomes a wild slumbering mess. His face is pressed so closely to your pussy that you feel his beard tickling you.

When you cum for him, he's happy and exhausted and cuddles your chest to be praised

[rusmii]

[𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃'𝐬

beast!chuuya x fem!reader x beast!dazai

🧷.... sometimes, being obsessively infatuated with your bosses was okay!

A/N ° i need more bsd moots 😭💔 ngl i didn't like it.. i like the beginning, but the middle to end was erm.. this a bit freaky yawl🙏

C/WS ° w/c: 1.5k+++ | a bit of humiliation (reader wants to jump off a building), breach of privacy, unprofessional relationships, reader stutters a lot due to nervousness, sex by the book (readers personal fanfic of a 3way), implied no used protection, dazai likes getting cucked, p->v, voyeurism, clit stimulation, ball sucking & dazai tongue-rimming chuuya's hole (im not sorry), creampie, power dynamic, Chuuya is a bit mean :(, bickering in the middle of sex, DOM!SKK, SUB!READER, petnames, NOT PROOFREAD, ALL BANNERS/DIVIDERS MADE BY ME.

Walking through the double doors, you were met with your boss and his right-hand man staring right at you; waiting for you. The silence consumed the room when you heard the doors shut, cueing you to walk forward until you reached his desk — stopping to take a bow and greet them. "You called for me, sir?" You say, unsure on how to properly greet your superiors. With a flick of his hand, Dazai, the Mafia's boss, gestures for Chuuya, your boss, to do something.

A grumble left Chuuya's lips as he pushed his weight off the table he was leaning on. Walking over to where you were at, he suddenly has a grip on your arm and drags you with him to where Dazai sat at. "Chuuya~ Not too rough, she's a delicate little thing," He sighs, no sour note on his end. Chuuya clicks his tongue but decides against talking back — sitting you down onto Dazai's lap.

Confused, you wriggle in his lap. "Um.. - Sir...?" A quiet question came from you. You didn't want to say anything that'll upset the two men in the room, so you chose to sound neutral until you were given answers. A shuffle of sounds Chuuya made while rummaging inside the desks drawers dragged you back from your thoughts — a hand rested on your waist as Chuuya pulls out what seems to be a book.

"This seem familiar to ya, doll?" He waves the flimsy thing around. Its presence almost made you choke on air. "Where - How? - " — "Don't worry 'bout that." He cuts you off, opening your diary to the first few pages. Dazai laughs at his executives' reaction upon reading the contents of your not-so-secret thoughts anymore. "Naughty little minx has Chuuya in a gawk!" The soft rumble of his laugh caused you to feel like throwing yourself off the top of the Port Mafia's building.

Admist your embarrassment, you could hear Chuuya whistling. "Damn - boss, take a look at this!" He throws the diary to Dazai, who barely caught it. Not bothering to lift your hung head that laid low, you pick at your nail bed. Dazai rebalances himself, glancing at Chuuya's choppy smirk before reading the page for himself. A second later, and he's giggling to himself. "Oh my!~ Chuuya, our darling is so..!"

Cutting himself off, Dazai stifles a giggle. But despite that, Chuuya knew the ending to his sentence: compatible with us.

He snorts, "Yeah, she is." Chuuya then steps closer, folding over a bit so now that he's just above eye level with you. Using a gloved hand, he lifts your head by your chin — his fingers meshed on your chin. "Hmmm~ Whatever shall we do with our minx boss?" He rubs the corner of your lips, already guessing the bunch of scenarios in Dazai's mind. "Dunno! Shall we follow her guide ?" Dazai sneakily suggests.

Looking over your shoulder slightly, Dazai's slim smile told you that this was going to be your only opportunity at being this intimate with them — and like hell you were going to throw this overboard.

°

"Sweetheart, eyes down there," Chuuya reminds you. Adjusting your eyesight down to where it was supposed to be, Dazai's playful expression is the first thing you see — "Darling minx, needs to learn how to focus better!" He gave your clit a light tap. You flinched, not expecting for him to do that. Feeling the slight movement, Chuuya bit his lip to suppress a groan.

"Fuck - Dolly, don't squeeze me like that," he said. You relax your body, walls loosening up around his dick. "Sorry..." You apologize quietly, but a small suction around your clit made you release a strained moan. "Ah-nn!~" Chuuya's hands wrapped themselves around your waist, preventing you from squirming too much. "Geez - relax [Name]. Dazai, stop that shit it's my dick being squeezed, not yours," he snaps at the brunette.

Said brunette releases your clit from its stimulation, making you whine from the lost of contact. "Umm.." You wanted them to do something: anything, instead of just making you cockwarm Chuuya and watch your boss toy with different parts of your body. "Hm?" Dazai inquires, the tip of his index finger slipping around your pelvic area. Without saying anything, you bring their attention back to your diary. "Ne-next line.. Says for Person A to start instructing Person B to uh.. - " Hesitation bubbled up inside you.

Should you really be telling them what to do? To live out your dark fantasies was a dream already, a well-kept secret at that — but to think you were sitting here, naked from the bottom-up in front of your two superiors, all because they found your diary. Chuuya sighs, hips thrusting sharply as a way to get you to stop overthinking. "Uh oh, I did something without our boss's permission." He winks at Dazai, leaning forward so that his view of Dazai was more amicable.

Dazai doesn't get up from where he's kneeling. Instead, he grabs the diary from atop the desk, sliding it off the edge. His eyes scan the written text, a smirk widening as he does so. Coughing to clear his throat, he reads the next section out loud. "Person B is to listen to every command Person A instructs - Handling Person C with care as Person A takes care of the other two." He pauses midway.

"Chuuya," Dazai suddenly calls out for his executive. Chuuya raises a brow, using the arm rest to lean his elbow on. "I want you to bounce her very gently on your dick please!~" What sounded like a nice request was actually a command in plain sight. Not wasting a single second after that, Chuuya's hands made its way back around your waist, pushing you up to readjust both of your previous positions.

Before he continued, Chuuya rested his head on your shoulder. "Wanna back out while you still can?" He whispers into your ear. But what you heard was, 'Quit the game now before you can't pause midway.'

Shaking your head, you move your hips slowly, a clear direction of what your intentions truly were. A smile made its way on both of their faces, Dazai giving Chuuya a nod to continue what he was doing. Lifting you up slightly, Chuuya pushes his hips back into the chair before mushing his crotch against your ass. Grinding you slowly on his lap, Chuuya let's himself loose — a breathy moan hot against your nape.

"Good," Dazai commends. "Ah - my lovely subordinates are so good for me~" He giggles to himself, sitting back and watching as Chuuya's dick eases in and out of your entrance. The slippery gush of your arousal dirtying Chuuya's pants made Dazai's boxer strain a bit. Every spasm of your walls, each convulsion, and the tiny squirms that rotated your hips in movement had Chuuya gritting his teeth — it taking most of his will-power to power through the urge to get up and fold you I half.

"Neh~ Chuuya is such a good pup." Dazai says, irritating the poor man to his core. "Shut the fu-gnck up!" He moans frustrated by hearing his boss's voice. "Your shit talk is turning me off." That was a lie, and they both knew it. You moan, unbothered by their small bickering. "Ahn~ Ogh!~" You suddenly let out, surprising Chuuya. "Th-at! There!~ Please!~" You wriggle in his lap, attempting to find that spot he brushed over again.

Chuuya's hands stop you from moving much further, causing you to whine. "But I almost found it! It was right there! - " — "Quit your fuckin' whining, boss didn't say you can just move." He cuts you off, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "He ordered me to move, not you. So - " He stops, giving you a sharp thrust directly into your spot that made you gasp. " - Sit on my cock like a good girl and do as ordered."

You squeal, legs threatening to close, "Ug!~ HN!~ Yes s-ir~" Chuuya's dick rubbed along your spot as a response. The tender, raw feeling of being so intimately close to him had your cunt becoming more erotic by the second, and he could feel it. "Fuck~ - Shit she's dirty as hell," Chuuya moans, Dazai humming in agreement after seeing how wet Chuuya's thighs were.

For the next few minutes, it was absolute radio silence from them. Despite your constant moaning and mild movement from Chuuya — Dazai still hadn't taken any initiative. Well, until just now. "You two been at it for a while now, haven't you guys?" He asks, breaking the silence.

Observing the two sitting in front of him for a second, Dazai bends his knees so now that he's kneeling in front of your entrance. "Chuuya, spread her legs." Upon command, said male lifts your underside and held it in place — hips still rutting slowly. Now, with a clear view of Chuuya's slime coated dick, he moves his head in — planting a kiss on your clit before he dragged his tongue down from your slit all the way to the base of Chuuyas cock.

Chuuya shudders, his breath hitched as he stops all movement and stares at his boss wide-eyed. "What- What the hell was that for?!" Dazai doesn't give him answer, choosing to occupy his tongue with a mouth full of Chuuya's sack. He grunts, resuming with bouncing you on his dick.

You let out a breathy moan, air escaping your lung with each slap of skin contact you made with the ginger. He let's out small sighs of pleasure, not letting himself get too carried away with how good your pussy felt. "Fucking shit - 'Zai needa feel this one day," He snickers jokingly. "Oh, I will! Just letting 'Bella live out her little fantasies before we actually get her down good." His voice treads lightly in the room, Dazai's attention now fixated on your clit.

"Hm.. yeah, just like that. Hold her exactly as is," Dazai orders for his executive to keep the same grip he has on you now — expecting for him not to falter in strength. "Yes sir," he complies rather quickly, not objecting as he usually does. Still keeping up his slow pace, Chuuya feels your sudden shuffle on him: already assuming what his boss was doing.

"F-uck! Boss!~" Arching your back, you finally rest your head on Chuuya's collar line, a groan leaving his lips when he feels your walls spasm around his dick. "Damn it - Dazai - Shit!~" He throws his head back on the chair. "Sweets, ya' feel so good~" His head returns to its original position, a nip to your nape brings your cunt to convulse again.

"Doesn't she?" Dazai quips from beneath you, igniting another spark in the redhead. "Shut up, and keep doing whatever the hell you're doin' right now." — "Nu-ah-ah!~" Dazai cuts him off, now using his fingers to gently stimulate your clit as a replacement. "Good dogs don't bark at their owners, right kitty?" He asks you, a sloppy grin placed on his lips as he sees a short sighted scowl tug on Chuuya's.

Suddenly the mood was shifted — You could feel the high rising tension in the room, along with your slow approaching orgasm that was rising with every bump to your spot and clit. "Uhgn!~ I - 'M almost there! Sir, I'm cum- Gonna cum!~" — "Gawh!~ Chuuya, you hear that? Come on now, fasten your pace." Dazai cooes, slapping Chuuya's knee.

He grunts, biting back an insult. Moving your entire body so now that your ass was flushed right on his dick — Chuuya roughly thrusts up, then another came, and another. "OGHnn!!~" You threw your head back, the sudden change of treatment had your hips trembling in place. Dazai leans into your thighs, mimicking a train line of hickies and marks from your inner thighs to Chuuya's. As he lowers his head, he notices Chuuya's slightly lifted arse — taking this chance, he give his puckered hole a kiss before sticking out his tongue to trace along the rim.

A shot of pleasure shot up Chuuya's spine. Shifting midair, he feels Dazai grip his knees, and his tongue threatening to enter his hole. No words were exchange, Chuuya's priceless groans matched your moans. His cock already about to tip over the edge within the next few thrusts. As you were squealing both of their names, you felt Chuuya's grip on you tighten — his high pitched groan sending shivers all over your body as he shoots ropes of creamy white into your cunt, making you squeeze your walls and milk him for all he's worth.

Your eyes shut, legs straining into a stick when you feel Dazai rubbing your clit — Both him and Chuuya helping to get you to cum, despite Chuuya's slight overstimulation. "C'mon baby, you can do it," Chuuya says. His tinsy whines paired with Dazai's soft kisses and gentle cruzing finally made you break. White washes down your vision as your pussy uncontrollably spasms around the executives dick. He hisses, but still holds his composure, making sure that Dazai was able to get you off till the end.

"Oh fuck - geez, that's it hun. There she goes; good girl," Whispering from behind you, he watches mesmerized at the sight of Dazai's slobbered coated face. It takes him a minute, but Chuuya manages to slowly slip his dick out of you — his cum oozing out in a thick goop as soon as he drops you onto his lap to rest his arms. You lay limp on his chest, both of you breathing heavily from your intense orgasms.

Dazai hums contently at the view of both of his fucked out partners. Getting up, he grabs the discarded diary and read the remain of what was left on the page. He looks at Chuuya, who was staring at him awaiting his next orders while softly rubbing your stomach in a soothing manner.

haiii:3 can't believe i wrote this but here we are huh...

upcoming projects <3

ATTWR — n. chuuya x fem!reader series: chapter 1, PEACH FUZZ

vampire!dazai x fem!reader — forbidden love, angst, character death (unintended double suicide)

breeding hub event reqs <3

a brat tamer fyo hcs/or fic (still haven't decided)

a fyo fic for my lovely moot reverie <3

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[andy-clutterbuck]

requested by Anonymous

[th3secr3th1story]

how gojo and geto act when they have a crush on you

gojo

always trying to be around you

you are literally never alone. whether it's on the train or in between classes, he's always there (i'm sorry).

"why are you always following me around, satoru? do you like me or something?" you tease as the two of you stroll through the hallway after the final bell for the day rang.

"it's my job to protect you, y/n!" he replied, deflecting your question. worst liar ever!

flirts a lot

you always catch him glancing at your lips multiple times during a conversation and lightly brushing his hand against yours when passing you something. he always has an arm around your shoulder when you're walking somewhere together.

annoying

i feel like gojo with a crush is cute but also insufferable? he's always kicking you under the table at restaurants or libraries (literally anytime he's sitting across from you) and he won't stop pinching your cheeks teasingly. but of course you get back at him all the time (because you're better than him).

geto

the best listener

whenever you two are walking together after school he asks you how your day went, quietly listening. he loves hearing your voice especially after a long day, it always soothes him.

"-so i told her again that she needs to leave him immediately because he obviously doesn't care if he hurts her. but honestly i don't know if she's going to listen because she likes him too much and--wait, are you still listening?"

"of course. i think you should try to convince her that he's using her one more time. you have the receipts to prove it, and if she still doesn't want to listen there's really nothing else you can do. don't push yourself too hard for this, if she doesn't want to accept the information then that's that; you have other things to worry about."

the biggest gentleman

he opens every door, pulls out every chair, and guides you through every crowd with a hand on your back. he only wants you to be comfortable and would quite literally do anything for you. he'd never admit it, but he always has a spare water and a few snacks on him in case you ever need anything.

extremely observant

he can tell if you had barely slept the night before and offers you his shoulder to sleep on while heading back to school after a mission. he somehow always notices the smallest scratches or bruises on you, immediately tending to them and demanding asking that you tell him what happened.

[lighteyed]

safe / steve harrington

summary: nowadays parties kind of freak steve out, but you’ll make him feel safe again, don’t worry.

word count: 1.6k

steve doesn’t really party anymore.

occasionally he’ll have a few drinks, but there was a certain time when he was considered the party king of hawkins and nowadays he feels completely and utterly disconnected from that era of his life, having grown older and (sort of, maybe?) wiser, concerned more with his job, you, his girlfriend, robin, his best friend, and the hoard of children he’d unwittingly taken to looking out for somewhere along the way. he didn’t really have a reason to party anymore, and when you went out, still a senior in high school, a year younger than him, he would reject your invitations to come. he’d pick you up after, make sure you were home in bed safe, stay the night if you wanted him to, but you never got too drunk regardless. a few drinks and that was your limit. steve doesn’t mind. he’s just not a partier anymore, he tells you, insists on it, really, that he’d rather stay home, he’s grown out of that lifestyle, he’s moved on.

(but mostly he stopped partying after nancy wheeler told him their whole relationship was bullshit when she was shitfaced at tina’s halloween bash and steve hasn’t really had the courage to drink or be around people who are drinking ever since. especially you.)

you’re about to graduate, though, and steve knows he can’t miss it, miss one of the biggest moments in your life, where all you want is him there having fun alongside you, the person you care about most in the world. he’d be a shitty boyfriend if he did that, and steve harrington was a lot of things, gorgeous and funny and loyal, to name a few off the top of your head, but he was not a shitty boyfriend. not to you, not ever. he would sacrifice himself for your happiness ten times over if it meant you’d smile at him. if he had to brave the party scene again, he would. even though it kind of terrified him.

yeah, seeing you this drunk definitely terrified him.

he’s been nursing the same drink, only his second, and he was barely halfway done with it, for almost forty minutes now, lingering in the background of the room, watching everyone else have a lot more fun than him. he’s still enjoying himself in spite of that. he likes watching you shine, and boy do you. he forgets that being out of high school a year now means he rarely has a chance to see you in your element, popular, everyone adoring you, wanting you in their polaroids, congratulating you on the awards you’d gotten during the graduation ceremony, loving all the same things steve loves about you (not as much, he asserts to himself, never as much).

he sees you down your fourth jell-o shot and shakes his head with immense fondness. you’re going harder than usual, maybe because he’s there with you and you feel safer and more carefree in his company. you look over at him, beam and wave, and he does it right back, taking a small sip of whatever is in his hand (he’s not 100%, but who really is at a high school party?).

“stevie!” you wrap your arms around him, your eyes big, your voice a little silly from all the drinks you’ve had. even in your drunken haze you still think he’s hung the moon. “have another drink, baby, we’re walking home tonight,” you gesture for someone to come bring you another one for him but he gently pushes your hand back down.

“don’t worry about me, it’s your night, i want you to have fun,” he kisses the top of your head. you smell vaguely like your jell-o shots, that artificial strawberry scent like stomach medicine, but not in a bad way. it’s sweet.

“i want you to have fun with me,” you say, a little pushy, a lot drunk. he shakes his head again, still smiling. you mean well.

“i’m having fun, i promise, just not used to this anymore.” he squeezes your side playfully. “maybe chill on the drinks for a minute though, yeah? i don’t want you to get sick.” he plants another kiss on you, this time firmly on your lips, smiling against you when you gasp at the song that’s come on.

“aw come on steve dance with me,” but you accidentally tug on his hand holding the drink and he would’ve danced with you he swears he would’ve if you hadn’t gotten his drink doused all over the front of your shirt. “fuck,” you mumble, suddenly that weird mix of sober and drunk, your head fuzzy staring at the stain and steve’s head fuzzy with bad memories that make his breath bitch and his heart constrict.

“i’m sorry, babe, shit, come on, i’ll get you cleaned up,” he tries to steady his breathing as he walks you, stumbling and blurry-eyes, to the bathroom, don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic, but he hears it in his head. he hears all of it.

it’s bullshit it’s all bullshit you’re bullshit like we’re in love-

he shuts the door behind the both of you and you turn the sink on, and the flashbacks pulse behind his eyelids, and he keeps reminding himself to breathe. “i don’t know if it’ll come out, i’m sorry,” he spins you toward him, slow so you don’t get dizzy, and he dabs at the liquid squelching in your shirt, trying to soak some of it up. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he mutters, almost feverish, staring at you, at the stain, at the mess he’s made, the mess he always makes, the mess he can’t stop making-

“what’re you sorry for?” you say softly, still slurred, and when he meets your gaze he doesn’t see the emptiness he’s imagining, the coldness he remembers from the night so similar, he sees daylight. he sees love. “i pulled you too hard, my fault, ruined your drink,” you pull at your wet shirt and your movements are sloppy.

“not your fault, don’t worry,” he pushes your hair back from your forehead, sweaty from the heat of the party. mascara is smudged under your eyes. dingy yellow bathroom lighting doesn’t do anyone any favors but you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. smudged and sweaty and so pretty. “i don’t wanna ruin your night.” his hand comes to rest on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“you could never,” you balk at the insinuation. you take his face in your hands. he’s worried, searching your face for answers, for reassurance. “so pretty,” you smush his cheeks together. his face warms. “pretty steve.”

“alright, alright,” he laughs, uncharacteristically shy, swatting your hands away.

“i gotta tell you something. it’s really important.” you stare directly into his eyes. they’re so deep and brown you wanna kiss him before you tell him anything. but your brain wants you to say it. your brain insists you say it first. “it’s a secret, okay? so don’t tell anyone.”

the panicky feeling creeps in again, even though you’ve been sweet on him all night. his palms start to sweat. he nods. “a secret, huh? how secret we talking?” he plays with a strand of your hair, an attempt to appear nonchalant.

“biggest secret of my life,” you inform him, a look of seriousness on your face so intense he almost laughs again, and he would if he weren’t so nervous. the concentrated expression didn’t match the inebriated, slightly delirious voice coming out of your mouth, not for a second.

“okay, lay it on me,” he takes a deep breath. he hears the party continuing to rage on outside the little bubble he’s in. at least if it’s bad his escape will be quick and no one will notice.

you tilt his chin up toward you because he’s not making eye contact and you need him to see you when you say this. your mind is buzzing with it. it’s all you can think about. you lean forward and whisper, “i’m in love with steve harrington,” and then you lean back and laugh, giddy with the revelation. “did you know that? super in love. for real.” you lean in again. “don’t tell steve. if he’s not in love with me back i’ll be real embarrassed.”

he’s never felt such pure relief, flooding his entire being, lighter than he’s ever felt, happier than he knew he could be. “i won’t tell him, gorgeous, but you should know,” he leans in and whispers, playing along, smiling so broadly he can’t hide it for a second, “steve is in love with you, too, i heard it from him myself, so don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing, okay?” he pets your hair, his touches light and loving. he hugs you like that, his cheek atop your head. you’ve been dating awhile, almost a year, but you’d both been so hesitant to say it first, past experiences hindering either of you from being able to fully admit it to each other, not wanting to be hurt again, not wanting to be vulnerable. but here you were. it’s not like nancy. you believe in him and your love for each other and things are different now, things are safe.

“you’ll take me home now? so i can tell him?” it’s such a sweet gesture, he gets overwhelmed, his nose twitching with that feeling that he might cry. he feels lucky to be loved, and lucky to love you. lucky to maybe not loathe parties so much anymore.

“‘course, baby, c’mon.” he kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose, your lips. they’re soft and sticky and perfect.

he takes you by the hand and leads you out of the house after saying goodbye to your friends; he keeps your fingers interlocked the whole walk back to your house. when you’re cleaned up and in bed, a glass of water on your nightstand for when you wake up, you turn to him, reaching out.

“you’ll stay right?” he remembers a time where he never got asked to stay, never got to be in love properly. it feels far away now. he’s flushed with love from you now. he can put the past behind him.

he climbs in next to you, fresh from the bathroom. “can’t leave until i get to tell you i love you when you’re sober, now can i?” and your fogged up brain supposes he can’t.

[chrollohearttags]

sister cherry can we get some more sfw firefigher!ace hcs that you have in the vaults. i love him down 🥹🤲🏿🤲🏿

ask and you shall surely receive, my love!! y’all know how I feel about this mannnn omg. him and his stupid smile are in my cranium rent free 😫 driving me insane.

⚠️: fluff, comedy, light kissing and him being an absolute sweetheart

FIREFIGHTER ACE HEADCANONS: PART TWO • SFW EDITION

firefighter!ace is unironically and blissfully unaware of the fact that he’s kind of Twitter/TikTok famous. Somebody happened to get a picture of him and a bunch of other first responders at an event and now he’s known on social media as ‘Firefighter Bae.’ Now he used it to his advantage to post workout vids, safety tips and humor about some of the things they encounter on the job.

firefighter!ace has a special lapel pin he always wears on his uniform or on his persons that he got from his crew mate, who passed in a fire years ago.

firefighter!ace has the HARDEST time letting the pets go from rescues. It can be someone’s dog with a whole name and address on the tag but he’s holding him like it’s his own.

“Are you sure we can’t keep him?” “Ace, give those people their dog so we can go!”

firefighter!ace adoresss kids! He’s always the first pick of the schools for fire safety day because he’s so charismatic and fun that the children just cling to him. Taking them on the fire truck, letting them wear the gear and even playing with them. He was such a natural, you became flustered and began to like him even more.

firefighter!ace gets along with all of your friends/roommates..a little too well in fact! Always going to Robin to snitch on you or Nami to gossip about how temperamental you are! But they adore him so much.

“You know how she is, she won’t listen to anybody.” “Tell me about it, she’s so hardheaded.” “Y’all do know I’m right here, don’t you? I can hear you!”

firefighter!ace owns a motorcycle and is an avid biker. He and his friends race + have their own lil club. He also brought you a matching jacket/helmet to ride with him.

firefighter!ace is suuuper affectionate. His love language is physical touch and always being near his s/o. All but gave up on being discreet when you guys FINALLY started dating and would kiss you on the cheek or grab your waist in front of the whole crew.

“What? I can’t kiss my wife? Assholes.” “You just started dating a month ago, calm down!

firefighter!ace loves when you play with his hair and lets him lay his head in your lap. He finds comfort in it after long days and rough calls. He’s already narcoleptic but he sleeps like a baby when you’re near him. Bonus points if you sing to him, he’s out like a light!

firefighter!ace loves dancing and he’s pretty good at it too.

firefighter!ace wears a matching beaded bracelet or necklace with your name/initials on it all the time. Carries it with him wherever he goes and always kisses it before going into a dangerous situation. And vice versa..to have each other’s strength. Even when you can’t show it.

firefighter!ace is incredibly bashful, despite his appearance, personality and reputation as a playboy. He gets insecure occasionally that you’ll find better.

“I know it’s not much, rookie. But I wanted to get you something. Just to show how proud I was of you..you did amazing on that call today.” “I know you can do better, I’m just happy you’re in my life.” “Oh shut up. As if anyone else could actually handle me. And I guess I’m kinda in love with you.”

firefighter!ace is never hesitant to tell you he loves you because he doesn’t know if it’ll ever be his last time saying it. So he doesn’t shy away from a moment to express his feelings.

firefighter!ace likes to show off during workouts by letting you sit on his back as he does pushups. But he knows you’re no princess and he’ll eventually get challenged by you to see who can do the most. (Of course placing a small wager to sweeten the deal.)

“Seriously, rookie. Here I am trying to be romantic and cool, and you ruin it. Such a goddamned brat.” “You were trying to showboat, you arrogant bastard and look where that got you. Now pay up.”

firefighter!ace LOVESSS watching you do your hair and going to the beauty supply with you. He loves the smell of all the natural oils and even asks you to pick him out some stuff. He doesn’t mind helping twist in a braid or two either. Once he gets the hang of it, this man is in your head like he’s a professional! Doing crochet, locs and all.

“Can you do the blonde braids again? They’re my favorite on you. Plus they look good with the uniform.” “You say that about all of them!”

firefighter!ace truly does love being in your presence. Whether it’s rushing through burning buildings or a chill night in his apartment, surrounded by ambient lighting and faux plants as the two of you cuddle…as long as he’s with you, it’s his happy place.

[satorusluver]

Minors DNI

Word count: 280 ish

Tags/warnings: afab reader, blow job, Toji's a lil mean lol

Toji is a teasing bastard about it whenever you suck his dick. Cause obviously it's HUGE and you can barely fit it in your mouth. Every time you do you're a little afraid your jaw is gonna unhinge from the sheer girth of it, and any time he tries to facefuck you you're already gagging and crying from the most shallow thrusts because half his length already hits your uvula. He just finds it so entertaining to watch you choke on his thick, veiny cock as you give it your all but end up getting a sore and achy jaw after a few minutes.

And it's not your fault he has a monster of a cock that even more experienced women sometimes have trouble not gagging on, but he still can't help but chuckle meanly and call you a "fuckin' baby" while he wipes away the tears slipping from the corners of your pretty eyes with his thumbs just to then grab ahold of your face and give another harder, deeper thrust down your throat to make you spill them all over again.

But as much as he teases you about it, he has to admit he loves the sight of your precious face all stuffed full of him, your lips stretched as wide as they can be around his thick girth, your eyes all watery and mascara smeared from doing your best to please him.

He's also more than willing to return the favor, all too eager to let you straddle his face and grind your swollen clit against his tongue. He savors all of your cute little whines and whimpers as you make yourself cum all over his face until you can't take anymore. ❤️

[phantomrev]

Morro is an old fart

For funnies

[eelnoise]

'kiss me forever till my lips part together, hold me so close till you devour my sweater, touch me so softly and caress me so gentle, love city baby, let me be your adventure' and Ace possibly? Prefer smut. but sfw is fine, too!

aww i love him sm, i'm so glad you asked for this combo!! i had a great time writing this, ace is just so cute and i picture him as kinda obsessed w/ u here but its all out of adoration. hope you enjoy! also two fluffy bedroom fics in one day? please forgive ya girl loves a trope! ace x gn!reader (!) c/w: smut, morning sex, loving sex, piv, spooning, creampie, flufffff, ace loves you sm.

“Hold up, firefly,” a raspy, tired voice murmurs out before a, rather warm, grip tightens around your forearm, foiling your attempt at retreat. You’re not upset that he caught you, though you huff in faux annoyance regardless just to tease him. “Who said you could get outta bed yet?”

“Ace, I’m hungry!” you whine, shrugging your shoulders and tilting your head around toward him with big, pleading eyes, your expression crossing into a frown when you see that his eyes aren’t even open as he’s talking to you.

Your attempt at charm fails anyway when you’re pulled back into his chest, one arm lazily draping over your side. “That’s too bad, sweetheart. I’m still tired,” Ace yawns, leaning his head forward and nuzzling his face into your hair like a kitten. “Besides, nothin’ to do today anyway. Jus’ stay with me for a little while.” 

You curl in close at his side, letting your head rest on his bicep and resting your hands on along his torso, letting the heat of his body warm your skin. His eyes are still closed, but there’s a sweet little sleepy half-smile drawn across his lips that you can’t resist. 

“Ace?”

He hums in reply, the arm on your waist trailing up your back as he traces circles into your bare flesh. Ace’s touch is so gentle, even if a little slow and sluggish in his motions. You feel his palm flat against you, his fingertips slightly heated on your tummy in just the way he knows you like. It’s a soothing embrace, and you find yourself exhaling in delightful bliss. 

And how easy it is for you to lull back into his welcoming arms, to feel your eyes grow heavy and your breathing still as the rise and fall of his chest lures you into a sweet respite.

–

You're stirred awake by something wet treading up your neck. It takes a moment for you to comprehend just what's happening, but soon enough you're conscious enough to realize that not only have you rolled over, but Ace's lips are seemingly attached to your neck.

It tickles, and you can't help but to giggle softly. “Aceee!” you coo sweetly, fingers entwining with the ones tight around your waist. Ace replies with a low chuckle, slurping open-mouthed sucks to your flesh and grinding his pelvis into you, his hard cock pressing into the curve of your ass. 

You lean into him, rolling your hips backwards and along his length. The gesture earns you a quiet groan close enough to your ear that it makes you shiver in excitement. 

“G'mornin’,” Ace murmurs, the hand at your waist inching up slowly towards your chest. “Y’know, I think you taste even better this early.”

“You’re so needy,” your playful tone doesn’t go unnoticed by the pirate, and you squeal gingerly when your teasing is returned with a squeeze to your nipple. 

“Only ‘cause you’re so pretty,” he muses, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear, a delicious and oh-so-inviting taunt that’s low in your ear and sets your veins ablaze with want. Ace’s cock twitches against you, and the tension rises to a boiling point when you arch your back in return. “Shit, babe, can we-?” He huffs into your ear, breathing in the scent of your skin as the roll of his hips quickening in pace in tandem with his breath.

“Yeah,” you mewl, rolling your hips and parting your legs enough for him to position himself with ease. “Yeah, I want you, Ace. Please.”

The sound of his name sounds so fucking good when it falls from your lips, the way your tired voice mixes with your desire for him, each breathy whine or sigh that you make for him - its nearly enough to make him cum then and there.

Ace aligns himself to you with one hand, the other still holding you tightly against him, and sinks into you. The finality of his cock stretching you inch by inch at long last makes you squirm, a relieved moan befalling you as you’re filled, the tip pressing delectably onto that spongy spot within you.

“You feel so good, firefly,” Ace whines into your neck, content to enjoy how you feel around him for a moment. It’s a warm feeling, something more than just wanton lust. Something bigger and better and more powerful makes this moment feel even better to him. “Fuck~ I love ya so much.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, you respond with a gentle turn of your head to capture his lips in a passionate, amorous kiss that makes Ace groan into your throat. He slowly slides himself within you, a gentle pace for a gentle moment. A hand finds purchase at your hip, that same warmth still hot on his palm and making you arch into him. 

Your tongues dance sinfully together and Ace finds it easy to lose himself in you once again. His rhythm quickens, the sound of his thighs meeting yours now very clearly audible in your ears. Your cries of elation ring within his ears like a call to song, the heat radiating from his fingertips heating at your hip, white-hot sparks fly through his body, and it’s all too good, too perfect.

With a cry of your name does he finish within you, rutting his hips wildly and painting your walls white with release. Ragged, breathless whines of intoxicated ecstasy tumble into your neck while he rides out his high, hissing sharply in delirium each time your inner walls tighten around him.

Ace holds you close, still sheathed inside of you as the moment dies away. His arms reach around your middle, hands tracing mindless patterns on your chest. You almost think that he’s fallen asleep again, though as you try to ease yourself off of him, the grip around you constricts, keeping you in place.

“Not so fast, bedhead,” he buzzes into you, rubbing his face into your newly messy hair with a grin. “Who says we’re done?”

[somanyratsinthewalls]

TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW! TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW! TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW!

[hunterbunter3000]

OMG SWEETHEART GETTING THE GUYS WORKED UP😍 GET IT GIRLFRIEND

imagine she wears on the those dresses that have HIGH ass slits on both sides showing off her thighs and a sliver of her ass. just a peak yk..a little tease for later

WHHOOOOO

I mean it looks so beautiful on her. Hair in thick, long braids, pearls interwoven in the hair by delicate hands, with gold sparkly jewelry adorning on her skin. She looks like ethereal royalty, sultry makeup and hair. Lips glossy and plump with such a pretty color and nails dipped in gold.

And that dress...

It might as well be a second skin, with how sinful it looks on her. A black Spaghetti strapped body con dress with the deepest v-line they've ever seen. And when she walks, the splits show off her shiny, thick thighs and her long "Stairway to Heaven" legs-- fuckkkkkk

The clicks of her gold gladiator heels makes all of their fantasies want to come true. "Alright, boys! How do I look?" She asks with a smile as she pivots her back towards them. Oh hell, you can see some of her ass-- who the fuck made this dress?

Gaz inhales deeply and Alex bites his fist. Soap has drool coming out of his mouth while Ghost is hiding his crotch behind a pillow. "You look absolutely gorgeous, princess." Price tells her with a low voice, his crossed arms straining against his chest. "Strahlend..." König whispers to himself. "Good." Horangi flats out. He mechanically gives her a thumbs up, not noticing the blood trickling out of his mask. "Good, good. Very good style."

Sweetheart giggles, collecting her purse. "Awww, thanks guys! I'll see you later, okay?" As she was turning around, she drops her wallet on the floor. She mumbles a curse under her breath and bends down to retrieve it.

I mean, good lord. They can only take so much.

[tagerrkix]