#fucking wild that no one ships these two

[muirmarie]

Me: I joke about writing the same McCoy centric story over and over again in different ways

Me: and like. I love doing it and imma keep doing it because it makes me happy.

Me: but also. I do sometimes wonder if it's like. A little Much.

Me: like maybe I should branch out or something

Me: [reads another fundamental and extremely insulting misread of McCoy's character by someone who is clearly making a Choice to cast McCoy as the villain, because they have to get him out of the way of spirk, because they're too???? idk immature??? to realize that even when you're in a relationship with one person, other ppl can and SHOULD still be important to you]

Me: lmao I hope I AM too much actually!!!! I hope it is 100% obnoxious how much I love that doctor!!!!! Time to write more versions of the same story of McCoy being forced to realize that he is loved and cared for!!!!!!

Me: I KNOW MY NICHE AND IMMA DIE IN THAT NICHE, THANKS

[jestroer]

One of my favourite fun things to do related to Hermitcraft fandom is going around on AO3 playing with filters to find the weirdest most uncommon rarepairs out there. Or just finding them in the wild.

If you could think about one, there is a real chance there are at least like 2 fics of any random ship you can think about. And i think this is beautiful.

Like, idk who thought first about like Jevin/Bdubs(Jdubs?) or Cub/Mumbo (...cumbo) but i love that they did, that's what fandom is all about

[mercymaker]

goddd i still can't believe d&d pulled the most basic catty as fuck 'if two powerful women exist in a room together, they're gonna hate each other and be petty for no reason' shit and so SO many people ate that shit up and endlessly harassed one another for years

[mx-paint]

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[skrunksthatwunk]

kazumaji fans where do we think they fall on this graph im conflicted

bc like. sometimes it's actually agonizing how blatant they are while still never being allowed to be together (i.e majima everywhere system. oh m.y fucking god dude) but sometimes it's more subtle though still Really Gay i.e. yakuza 3 and the fucking. movie. do we feel it's insulting or peak or smth else

[trashcreatyre]

Based on something that happened a few months ago that ruined my whole week

[iceskatingmobsters]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Outer Wilds (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gossan/Porphy Characters: Gossan (Outer Wilds), Porphy (Outer Wilds) Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, Fluff, Mutual Pining, I'd tag idiots in love but it's just one oblivious idiot this time, No Spoilers, not tagging the other OVW members because they're there for like two seconds, idk man I just wanted to write something cozy Summary:

They could make themself helpful after all. Besides, Porphy’s cabin was probably warm – warmer than the Ventures cabin, at least. It was a win-win: avoid the cold, and spend some time with— and stay productive. — Gossan can't sit still in the days before first launch, even when a rainstorm prevents their usual productivity. Hey, wasn't Porphy in the middle of a new batch? Maybe they can help out.

[yomiurinikei]

oh my god. i’ve been having a lot of trips recently over people new to the sdra fandom talking abt it (saying it’s very nice and peaceful, etc), but like. im just now realizing that i can think of… four? five? people, three of which i’ve spoken to in like… the last month. who were there when chapter 6 dropped

everyone saying like “well i guess all ships are over for all time now”, people arguing on whether or not you had to accept the age twist, and then. of course. the next, infamous stage in this conversation. “i loved ch6 these two are so cute together 🥺. *cutely ignores the age gap*”

[butterpretzelcookie]

its been like a year and i still dont think i understand what could compel anyone to ship wildberry or crunchy with fucking Clotted Cream

[infernal-general]

If anyone asks:

THIS is how Rozália's & @winters-club's Valentino's relationship goes.

Bonus:

[artificialcaretaker]

Dude there’s so much happening rn and I can’t comprehend it. When do the guys start getting gay btw??

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ match my freak !!

ᝰ.ᐟ the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)

featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA

your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.

you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines — scratches — running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning 🤍" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...

well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.

"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.

he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.

when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.

tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA

haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)

he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.

atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.

"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.

in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.

"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"

he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.

"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."

your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.

౨ৎ TETSUROU KUROO

the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you — the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."

you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal — this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.

"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.

but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.

"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.

with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.

"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.

he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."

you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.

and he's going to give it to you.

౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?

he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"mmph — 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.

even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.

he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.

"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."

౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA

everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?

he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.

"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.

"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.

"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.

"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"

tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?

as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.

౨ৎ RINTAROU SUNA

your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. suna—

suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.

you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable 🤍

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.

because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love — and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.

your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.

your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.

"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.

[squiddy-god]

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Riddle Rosehearts 🌹🌹🌹

At first he thought you were just as chaotic as ace and deuce… He’s right but you also followed at least MOST of the rules

You just support him so much and he loves that, even if you break rules

Had a little smige of a crush on you and it showed (a lot)

One day you found him on the brink of blowing a blood vessel, you calmed him down. Gentle hands rubbing circles into his back and hands, reassuring him that it’ll be ok. That he’ll be ok.

After that his little crush becomes a massive crush on you, he’s head over heels

When riddle falls, it’s not as hard as some of the others because he kinda had a crush on you for a bit.

Riddle falls slowly over time and slowly accepts his feelings day by day until hes a blushing tomato around you

100% sits plucking petals back and forth muttering “they love me, they love me not”

Trys to spend as much time with you as possible, like haveing tea or “makeing Shure you fallow the rules set in place”

Riddle fell in love with your careing personality and ability to make him feel good enough

Floyd ships the 👏FUCK👏out of you two and is honestly getting impatient

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙🐙🐙

At first you were nothing more then a friend of Floyd’s, maybe even a part time employee at the lounge

But then you stuck by him after he stops his shady Side business. He was so down yet you sat there and held him. Accepted him

Azul fell for you when you refused to leave him after the end of his shady deals. You sat down and comforted him, made him feel like he was makeing progress, like he was getting better.

Azul falls the 2nd hardest.

When Azul falls for you it hits him like a brick, all at once crashing into him like a wave of unknown feelings and fear

Avoids you at first because he’s squeeling in his octo pot about you but then becomes a little clingy and wants to spend lots of time with you

100% has a note book with your name written in it all over In gell pen, things like “Azul + (y/n)” Or “ (Y/n) ashengrotto ” Written all over

He’s more open with you but also more shy? Like he tells you things he wouldn’t normally but in a cute shy way 🥺👉👈

Azul fell in love with your accepting nature and how you are a very loyal person

Out of the twins, jade ships it the most! He’s always watching in calm amusement as Azul fawns over you when you arnt looking. 24/7 dropping hints lmao

Malleus Draconian 🐉🐉🐉

At first you were just a child of man, a friend even.

You weren’t afraid or intimidated by him and that made him swoon a tad bit.

Malleus fell for you when you invited him out to a movie you thought he would like. In that moment he released that you cared for him and thought about him, that your kindness wasn’t an act of formality but of genuine care. Memories of encounters play through his head as feelings grow like soft thorns around his heart

Asked Lilia what the feelings were and is smitten with the notion of having a huge crush on you

Falls the hardest and I’ll take this to my grave

When malleus falls his feelings hit him like a truck all at once. Memories of your smile and days spent together fill his mind as he trys to sputter out a yes to your invitation.

Makes an effort to spend time with you wether it be midnight walks or lunch with you

Talks about you to Lilia constantly and asks for advice. It’s adorable omg. Afafjvcjhfhlvaxhnv

Malleus fell for your honest nature and careing personality, he loves it and it makes him so unbelievably happy.

Lilia sighs “young love” He says. He ships it a lot and enjoys seeing malleus happy and crushing. High-key wants you two together and lasting

Kalim Al-asim ☀☀☀

At first you two were like best friends, two peas in a pod

You keep him grounded and stable but are still fun loveing

Kalim fell for you when you calmed down a party. Things were getting wild and he was getting a little crazy, but you were there to bring him back gently. He realized that you were his rock, a stable figure in his life and a person he could turn to, much like Jamil.

As soon as he fell for you he told Jamil, his trusted friend. He talks to Jamil about it a lot actually

Kalim falls harder then riddle but still gently.

When kalim falls, it’s like his feelings wrap him up in a warm blanket. Unlike a lot of the others his emotions don’t hit him violently but rather wash over him in a sence of calmness.

Doesn’t change much honestly, he already spent a lot of time with you so of course he’ll continue to spend lots of time together!

Takes like all of those stupid quoteve quizzes like “make me a cake and I’ll tell you if your crush loves you” And “how compatible with your crush are you” Like he takes so many of them

Kalim fell in love with your calm but fun personality and dependable nature

Literally everyone ships it, you two are so cute and their getting impatient. Jamil is slightly jealous of kalim but continues to drop little hints that the ball of sunshine likes you.

Vil Schoenheit 🍎🍎🍎

Are first you were just another potato that he would have to teach

You saw past his superficial veil of blush and powder and always choose to complement his personality or the little things

Vil fell in love with you after class one day. Divus had given out a new assignment and you had chosen to complement vil in passing. Simple words were all it took and he didn’t know what was so different this time, perhaps it was that you looked so radiant today. But your pretty words made him fall

Vil falls only slightly less then azul~

When vil falls it hits him in the gut and knocks the wind from his lungs, he denies it at first but finds himself unable to not let your words fill him with more pide then he already had.

Vil will admittedly act a bit cold and distant from you at first but after a while everything returns to normal, perhaps his fingers linger ever so slightly longer on you~

Vil has subconsciously made space on his vanity for makeup he thinks would complement you. He gets whatever perfume or Cologne you do because he knows you must like it. He finds himself looking at flowers and thinking about you~

Vil liked your looks at first (even if he thinks your a potato) but your honest complements and kindness quickly made him Fall for you in his entirety

Rook is the only one who knows (divus also knows but shhhhhh) and often makes comparisons to romance novels. If divus gets a chance he makes Shure to pair you two up, and has you sit next to vil in every class~

Leona kingscholar 🦁🦁🦁

At first you were a pain in the ass

You never stopped treating him with kindness and you weren’t afraid to tell him off.

Oh boy he falls for you in a fit of jealousy. He saw you hanging out with malleus and he didn’t know why it made him so angry. Then ur hit him, he wanted you to be his. Once he realised this the things that annoyed him about you, he wanted more of that. He wanted you to push him and to not give up on him.

Leona falls harder then kalim but less so then vil.

When Leona falls his feelings boil inside him like anger and at first he mistakes them for anger, but then he realises that it wasn’t quite anger. He falls hard because he only realises he loves you the first time he get jealous. His feelings worm there way into him slowly, much to his annoyance.

Acts pretty mean to you, like he was a cunt nugget before but now he’s straight up Regina George. Of course he’ll eventually give in and go back to normal, granted more protective.

When he sleeps, witch is a lot, he dreams about you. Not in a dirty way (most of the time) but in a far more domestic way then one would expect. He dreams about watching you do things like cook and take small naps next to him.

Leona was annoyed at first but then he realised that he likes that you pushed him to be better and to do his best. Your kindness makes him feel like the king of the world and he wouldn’t change a thing about it.

Ruggie is glad to see Leona go after something he won’t just give up on. The hole of savernclaw knows about Leonas crush but they keep their mouth shut.

Idia shroud 💀💀💀

At first you were just another person who terrified him to no end.

You never judged him for his lack of social skills or how he would nerd out about technology or the newest game he got, you always seem to support him and make sure hes ok

Falls for you when he sees you playing with ortho. You looked so calm and happy as you played with the younger shroud brother. He was happy for tablet not showing his face because it was erupted in flame. Seeing your smile and the look of genuine care and joy in your eyes made it click in his head that he had fallen for you.

Idia falls the second hardest and like malleus, I’ll take this to my grave

When idia falls it like his emotions Russian suplex him into a panic attack. Falling for you scares him more then people but once he makes up his mind that he’s in love with you he’s filled with determination! He’s not used to this and probably screams when it clicks in his head.

Avoids you for a week or two because he’s just trying to sort out his emotions, but once hes done that he spends a lot more time with you, inviteing you over for game sessions or to binge anime, asks for your help on little projects he works on, all but clings to your side when the rare occasion he goes outside happens.

You know how happy and excited he gets when he works on technology or talks about cats and anime? Yah that happens with you to now. Whenever you text him he gets all giddy and rolls around on his bed before texting you back. 1000000% has made at least 1 video game character based off of you (in all of his games). Absent mindedly doodles you in all of his notebooks.

Idia fell in love with your comfort and kindness, your calming aura and excitement. Despite being a little annoyed about how energetic and happy you tend to be, opposites attract. He also realises that you two have things in common like maby not likeing big crowds or public speaking (or you have anxiety like him). Also helps that your a gammer.

Words can’t describe how happy ortho is and just how much the little shroud ships you two. He thinks this is great for idia and supports it 100% ngl ortho probly starts calling you big bro/big sis (or other if you prefer nb) like he calls idia. Azul ships it to and honestly is tired of idia talking about you so much.

[innerfare]

His Favorite Place 

Summary: his favorite place to fuck you

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // penetrative sex, oral sex, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, quickies

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Zoro: The crow’s nest is by far Zoro’s favorite place to fuck you. He actually prefers it to your bed. When he finishes his workout, he likes to sit back and have you ride him before he takes his afternoon nap, working the tension out of his muscles. It’s gross and sticky, and you both end up in the shower together afterwards. Whether the shower leads to a round two depends on how sore he is from his workout because he’ll basically only have shower sex if he’s holding you up against the wall. 

Sanji: Everyone would assume his favorite place to fuck you is the kitchen. I mean, you and food are his two favorite things. But his absolute favorite is actually shower sex. The best time you two had sex, in his opinion, was the time you were alone in a steamy bathhouse. With no windows, the two of you lost track of time and were in there for hours before Robin came to fetch you, giggling when she found you tangled together. 

Ace: Ace lives to fuck you outside. He’ll push you up against a tree, pin you underneath him on a beach, go down on you in a cave, he doesn’t give a fuck. Having sex outdoors makes him feel wild and free. His absolute favorite is to have you on your hands and knees under the hot sun, fucking you from behind like some sort of animal. You’ve both ended up with all manner of scrapes and bruises from these outdoor trysts, and he always kisses your little injuries after, promising to go easier on you next time. 

Sabo: Sabo really loves a good quickie. He loves how you try to scold him when he drags you around the corner, he loves the thrill of people walking by a supply closet while the two of you are fucking, he loves the fact that he can get you off in under five minutes. And his favorite place for a quickie is any place he’s not supposed to have one, bonus points if there’s a counter of some kind to bend you over. The type to get frisky in a church. 

Law: Law really is partial to fucking you in bed. He has a sealskin blanket from back home in the North Blue, and he loves having you sprawled naked across it while the Polar Tang is deep under water. But on the rare occasions he doesn’t just lock you in his cabin and have his way with you, he wants you somewhere quiet and private. He’ll bend you over his desk with his hand clamped over your mouth and fuck you hard and fast, and then he’ll pretend like nothing happened, sending you on your way with his cum dripping out of you. 

Kid: By far, his favorite place to fuck you is the deck of the Victoria Punk. Whether the crew are out drinking or they’re asleep below deck, the knowledge that they could catch you in such a compromising position has him fucking you against the mast, eating you out on the stairs to the upper deck, pushing your head between his legs while he leans against a canon, etc. He’s also bent you over the front railing before and eaten you out while you clutched the wheel. It’s not just about the thrill of getting caught, though. Fucking you on his ship makes him feel like the most powerful captain sailing the seas. 

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[toxycodone]

ship. Laios Touden x Reader

content. nsfw + gender neutral reader + period sex + bloodplay/kink

You and Laios have a pretty decent sex life. It’s a lot smoother than most couples. Laios is surprisingly into trying new things. The two of you share your kinks pretty openly. (Which is pretty necessary, considering that Laios is such an avid fan of roleplay…but that’s another story).

You two are in bed, kissing and messing around a little. This is common, you two gently feeling each other up. It doesn’t always go farther than this—most of the time it’s just you showing some affection—but it takes a little turn when Laios’s fingers start to trail under your night shorts.

Your breath catches in your throat, but not in a usual positive sense. You stop Laios in his tracks by grabbing his wrist.

“Hey, stop.” He abides. Before he can look at you puppy dog eyes and fall over himself apologizing, you speak. “I’m on my period. Didn’t want you to accidentally stick your fingers in blood.”

You expect his face to twist in discomfort, for Laios to do his usual dorky laugh to offset the awkwardness and for him to cuddle you to sleep. However…he gets that look. The one where his expression doesn’t really change, and you can see the cogs start to turn in his mind. He can’t be…?

“Are you in the mood?” He asks. He’s avoiding what’s really on his mind by testing how you feel. You just go along with it instead of pressing for now.

“To be honest, yeah.” You shrug. “But I don’t need to do anything.” “Well…” Laios looks away from you before spouting his biology facts. “Y’know, an orgasm releases endorphins. Dopamine. Oxytocin. The good chemicals, happy ones.” His fingers dip under your waistband again now. He doesn’t seem thwarted by the fact you’re on your cycle. “If you want…I don’t mind. Y’know, I can... Help you. Make you feel good, and—“

“Just say what’s on your mind Laios.”

He takes a breath, then sighs it out. Laios’s cheeks flush pink as he speaks.

"I still want to have sex with you. Even though you're on your period, I'm curious. I wanna try it."

"Are you sure?' You ask. He might be a bit swayed by different forms of media. So you want to ensure he knows what he's getting into. "It's messy. And it smells. And you're gonna get blood all over yourself if you do."

He nods, but his interest hasn't been quelled. He's oddly into this. Really into this.

"You just really want to know what it tastes like, huh?"

Cue his cute little blush.

Laios scrambles to get a towel when you give him the go ahead. Of course he wants to experience this, but he knows he can't just hop on into it. He wants to make sure you're comfortable and into it as well before he starts exploring.

Laios is EXTREMELY into period sex. You're so warm, so wet without him even trying. Sex this way is one of his favorite things to do. And it helps that each orgasm he gives you makes your cramps and other symptoms much less severe.

He really leans into the more primal side of it. Some things still linger from his time as a monster, and one of those is his affinity for blood. The sight and smell of it drives him wild. He'll start to growl and fuck you more roughly, digging his fingernails into your skin while he pounds into you. (Also...since the risk of pregnancy is low on your period...he's finishing balls deep inside. He cant resist the urge.)

And his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck when he finishes. The taste of your blood is addictive to him...you bring out a more monstrous side of Laios that's gotten buried deep within his psyche.

Your blood acts like an aphrodisiac to him. His senses are much more sensitive. You smell weak--like prey--and he wants to take advantage of you. He'll make sure he has his fill of all you have to offer and then some.

And speaking of tasting your blood...period head is always on the table. That coppery taste others may refuse is one he finds delicious (blame his appetite and newfound monstrous palette).

It's actually a sight to behold. Laios's mouth stained with blood as he's buried between your thighs. He'll look up at yours, eyes dark with lust, before gripping the meat of your thigh and pulling you flush against him again so he can consume you with fervor.

And Laios is SO ridiculously shameless about it too. After you've spent yourself on his face, he'll rest his chin on your stomach and wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand--only to lick the blood smears off his pale skin. It's so obvious he enjoys eating you.

[shy-writer-999]

Embarrassing Confessions: Taking Zoro's virginity and talking him through it (Part 2)

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. THIS IS NSFW CONTENT.

Author’s note: This is smut with some plot at the beginning. ~4.5k words. Continuation of Part One. Reader (afab) takes Zoro’s virginity and talks him through it. Zoro is submissive; you call him a “good boy” (and he likes it). ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚ ★

Embarrassing Confessions: Taking Zoro's virginity and talking him through it (Part 2)

Zoro had been going fucking crazy since he spent the night in the crow’s nest with you. He had been thinking about you non-stop for days. He kept focusing on three things—you, the conversation (albeit muddled) about his virginity, and the fact that you had called him “sweet” and “cute.” He held onto his sanity for maybe 12 hours until he started to let himself run wild with fantasies of fucking you. How would it feel? What would your face look like? Would he make you feel good? When it came down to it, would he know what to do with his hands? Would he be able to make you moan his name? He had admittedly thought about it before but something about your last interaction flipped a switch in his brain. He had been so close to you, you had been so kind to him, you didn’t think poorly or weirdly about him being a virgin, you had even told him that you’d like to hang out with him, just him, sometime soon. All combined, this stuff was making Zoro’s poor heart do flips. He already had feelings for you, and this was just adding stuff to the pile of things he liked about you. And while he’d let himself fantasize about fucking you, even about making love to you, he knew that there was just no way he would ever get the chance to have sex with you, ever, let alone ‘lose’ his virginity to you. And besides, he’d die with embarrassment not knowing what to do even if you two did somehow manage to have sex (not in a million years).

Zoro was clueless to how much you liked him and needed him. And you needed him. You had been fantasizing about fucking him for months—nasty, nasty fucking, no less. But, being a virgin and all… You thought that Zoro probably wouldn’t be pulling your hair and spitting on you right off the bat, if you did manage to pull him. Your confidence shot up after that night together though; he had called you baby and asked you to sleep with him when he was super, super drunk. And they say that drunk words are sober thoughts for a reason. So, either he was just super horny and talking out of his ass, or he had thought about you in some sort of capacity like that before. You were hoping he had, at least. The next time you were alone with him you hoped that something would happen, even if it was as small as seeing him blush, you’d be happy. You had been wondering how good it would feel for him to squeeze your thigh again…

Both you and Zoro had been hoping that another night would happen where it was just you two alone in the crow’s nest or in isolation somewhere else. It would be a treat to just be near one another, to have the other’s undivided attention. And in hoping that so badly you must have manifested it.

So, it was inevitable that you two somehow ended up in the crow’s nest again, alone. It was only a few days after that night where Zoro got super drunk, asked you about your virginity, and got handsy with you. The thoughts and cravings for each other were very much fresh in the mind. To be fair, the night started with everyone on the crew in the crow’s nest. You had been playing card games, sharing bottles of sake, eating snacks that Sanji made, and watching Usopp try to do the worm much to Chopper and Luffy’s amusement.

While everyone else trickled downstairs as the night went on, you and Zoro stuck around. It was a beautiful night—the air was chilly, the stars were bright, and the waves lapped on the ship’s hull. The moon was full and flooded the crow’s nest with pale light.

Zoro was just looking as fineee as always—the pale moonlight casted shadows that made his muscles look even more defined than usual. His jaw was sharp, his eyes steely, his mossy hair ruffled. He just looked so... manly. And fucking hot. Likewise, he could make out your face in the muted light, your eyes kind and yet so sharp, your striking beauty… everything he adored was right in front of him.

Tonight, you had been drinking more than Zoro, but neither of you was blackout drunk or anything (unlike Zoro the other night). Zoro was trying to reign it in on the sake because he didn’t want another embarrassing disaster of drunken belligerence. You were feeling a bit buzzed and flushed in the face, but that was it. Emboldened by the liquid courage and your pure horniness for this man, you had been getting closer to him throughout the night. You needed to be closer to him. You were on the verge of just ripping his clothes off, but you were exerting self-control to the highest degree.

When everyone else had left, you were maybe a couple feet away from Zoro. Your proximity was making him nervous. Beforehand you had been bickering, laughing, gossiping, reflecting on past adventures but now… Zoro had no clue what to talk about or say. All he could think of was how beautiful you looked tonight and how fast his heart was beating. Why am I getting so worked up for no reason? He complained to himself internally, annoyed. Well don’t start being so awkward now that it’s just you two.

In the awkward silence an idea came to your mind. It was like you had been struck by lightning. Zoro had asked you about your virginity before, so why not ask him about his? If you were sober maybe you would have shot the idea down, but it seemed like a sure-fire way to set the tone of the evening and you were so, so horny. Might as well have a little fun with it.

“Hey, Zoro?” You ventured. “I was thinking about our conversation the other night...”

“Oh, uh… Yeah? What about it?” He responded, cringing. That was a seriously embarrassing evening for him, and he regretted getting so drunk he forgot the end of it.

“Well, you asked me some questions so I thought I could ask you some too…” You trailed off and looked into his eyes intently. Your liquid courage was certainly doing its job.

You were far from slurring your words, dizzy, or sloppy. You were simply feeling bolder, less scared, more confident. Zoro wasn’t sure if he was feeling anything other than the intoxication that your presence provoked in him. He was nervous too, aroused, and blushing already, but more than anything, Zoro was completely caught off guard by your comment.

“Go ahead,” he implored, trying to come off as casual as he could. But he had no clue what you were getting at, and he was worried you were about to bring up something else he said when he blacked out.

“You asked me about my virginity, and I didn’t get to ask you about yours at all.” You blushed and looked at him pleadingly, with puppy eyes.

“What did you want to know?” His voice came out hoarse. His words got caught in his throat and his heart almost stopped. So, you had been wondering about him? Wondering about his virginity? He couldn’t believe it. Did he hear you right?

You waited for a second. Were you really about to ask this? Fuck it. “I-I was wondering how you wanted to lose yours.”

Your words hung in the air which now felt thick and almost suffocating. His gaze was fixed on your face, switching between your lips and eyes. He suddenly became hyperaware of how close you were to him. You were almost touching. The atmosphere was intimate, tense, sexually charged… it felt electric. Something was about to happen.

If it had been daytime, you would have seen that Zoro’s face was bright red and he was already starting to get hard. That’s how flustered he had been recently—a mere suggestive question like that set him off.

He stuttered out an answer. “Well—uh… I-I- guess I want to lose it to someone I like.”

The roles had certainly flipped since the other night. Now it was you pushing for answers, you who was getting closer to him, making him feel all sorts of ways. But the difference was that you, unlike Zoro the other night, were fully cognizant of what you were doing, and you were doing it deliberately. You could tell he was almost squirming.

“What would that person be like?” You brazenly pressed him for an answer and got a bit closer. You were touching now, just the side of your knee to his. But he felt like his skin was on fire where you it met with yours. He swallowed dryly, getting harder by the second. Your eyes were riveted on one another’s, so close that if you leaned in you could kiss. His heartbeat was going through the roof.

Zoro was at a loss as for how he should answer your question. He felt like he couldn’t just come out and say that it was you, that would be presumptive, too asinine, creepy, maybe… He had the urge to play off your question and save face, avoid the electricity bolting between you, run from the situation because it made him feel so intensely aroused and nervous at once. He was hoping that it was too dark for you to see his rapidly growing hard on.

“I don’t know.” He blatantly lied, staving off the inevitable moment where he would finally have to muster up the strength to do something about his feelings for once. “Why do you ask?” Zoro diverted the weight of the question and put it back on you.

There was another moment of silence. You were just staring at each other. You were so close; Zoro could see your chest rise and fall with each breath. He could see your eyelashes, your cupid’s bow, your cheeks, your neck… He refused to let his eyes roam lower. God knows what would happen then.

“I’m just curious if it would be someone like me,” you murmured out, lowering your voice. There we go, you said to yourself. There’s no turning back now. That was pretty fucking direct.

Zoro’s breath hitched. He was rock hard, inches away from you. He was in agony. The seconds felt like years. His heart twisted and fluttered. It was now or never.

“It is you.” He almost spat his words out, he was so feeling so many things at once. Reeling at how close you were to him, he had just confessed that he wanted to fuck you, that he wanted you to take his virginity. He felt like he was going to pass out or start floating off the floor. Would you laugh at him? What were you getting at?

When he answered, you felt so validated. He wanted to fuck you. He just said it. You leaned forward.

“Can we?” You asked quietly.

He nodded tentatively, not sure what the nodding would accomplish but hoping you were going to say something else, needing you to do something, or else he was going to pin you down and have his way with you.

“Do you want to do it tonight, Zoro? Can I touch you?” You leaned even closer to him. He was excruciatingly hard. He couldn’t cope. You wanted him.

He word-vomited his response clumsily. “I do, but I-I- have no clue what I’m doing, I don’t think I’d be very good… I’m sorry, I-” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before you cut him off.

“Let me show you how,” you pleaded. Zoro froze and swallowed hard. He nodded again, indicating that yes, you could show him how. His pants were becoming painfully tight as his erection grew. He needed to be touched. He wanted to touch you.

“Show me,” Zoro barely managed to push the words out of his mouth, which now felt dry and gravelly.

You leaned in and kissed him, finally. Your body was now pressing against his, and he was rigid, blushing so hard you would think he would explode. After a moment of your kissing, he relaxed, and his hands crept up to sweetly cup your cheeks. Zoro wasn't kissing you like you were a one night stand or a friend with benefits... his kisses were tender, kind, gentle, loving, even.

His kisses started timidly but then turned desperate and sloppy. He obviously didn’t know what he was doing. His lips were hungry, his tongue was everywhere, he was already worked up. You pulled away from him.

“Zoro,” you said his name and his heart flipped. “Lay down.” He did as you said, and at the same time you shimmied out of your pants, so you only had a thong and your top on. When Zoro was flat on his back you crawled on top of him and sat straddling him, leaning over him, so your hair tickled his face. His raging hard-on was immediately apparent to you as your clothed pussy rested on it. Zoro felt your weight on top of him and had to stop himself from cumming in his pants.

“First, we do this,” you whispered, and pulled your shirt over your head. Now you only had your bra and a thong on. You reached down and started to tug Zoro’s shirt up and over his head, and he helped speed the process along. He felt like something had set his body on fire.

You took a moment to take in the sight of his arms, his abs, his chest—so toned, strong, and big. Fuck. You ran your hands over his chest and abdomen, and he shuddered, looking up at you, panting already.

Leaning over Zoro, your faces were centimeters apart. “Now take my bra off,” you told him, and his shaky hands fumbled with the clasp. It took him embarrassingly long to unhook it, but he managed. He slipped it off your shoulders and threw it to the side. Your breasts were free now, nipples hard. He was in heaven.

“Touch me,” you breathed out, guiding his hands to rest on your tits. You started kissing him again, harder this time. He was so needy. He immediately started feeling your breasts in every way he could think of—he palmed them, massaged them, rolled your hard nipples between his fingers, kneaded them. He was already letting out puffs of air that would soon turn into moans. He could feel you slowly start to grind on his cock through his pants.  

You pulled away from the sloppy kisses to instruct him again. “Take your pants off.” He did as you said, pulling them down with your help. You pulled his boxier briefs off as well. His huge cock sprung out, hitting the chilly air. It was even longer than you imagined, girthy, already red and inflamed. He laid back down and you mounted him once again, his cock pressing on your already hot and wet cunt.

You started to kiss his neck, suck on his earlobes, kiss his cheeks, his collarbones, worshipping his skin. Zoro was needily grinding his hips up, rubbing his cock against your thong, brushing it against your clit and causing you to buck your hips inadvertently.

You let out a whine. “Be patient Zoro, wait a little bit.” Just hearing you whisper his name sent him spiraling. He felt like an animal, he wanted to devour every part of your body, wanted to fuck you into oblivion… but he held back. You were in control now. He had to just do what you said and hold off on cumming as long as he could.

“Now, grab my ass.” You commanded and Zoro’s hands immediately went to your ass cheeks. He wasted no time squeezing and pulling handfuls of your ass roughly, surely rough enough to leave a bruise. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once. Zoro left one hand on your ass then reached the other to your tits without you prompting and you didn’t correct him. You grinded on his cock now, harder, deliberately. You felt like you were already dripping wet, and you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.

“Zoro, do you want to fuck me?” You breathed the words into his ear sweetly. You could feel him tense up beneath you, he nodded. But that wouldn’t cut it. “I need you to use your words,” you murmured.

“Yes,” his deep voice was hoarse, and he panted. “Yes, I want to fuck you. I need you.”

You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your thong, sliding the thin strip of fabric to the side. Zoro put his fingertips on your bare pussy lips—glistening wet, throbbing, inflamed, seeping slick onto his digits immediately. Without having to be instructed, he started moving his fingers back and forth and you let out a moan. His heart flipped again. He never thought he would hear you moan and it was beyond anything he could imagine. He was infatuated with you, obsessed with you, he would have done anything you told him to in this moment.

Zoro ventured a finger up into you, slowly extending it inside, where he could feel you convulse on it. You let out another sweet sound, properly moaning his name for the first time.

“Zoro, fuck,” you crooned, and he took that as a sign to slide another finger in. It let out a squelching noise. His fingers explored your insides, feeling the walls, feeling how absolutely sopping wet you were, how your muscles contracted. On instinct, he started to curl his fingers just barely and you moaned immediately.

He was learning what you liked, what would make you feel good. And all he wanted to do was make you feel good. His eyes left his fingers in your pussy and snapped up to your face. Sure enough, your eyes were closed, your face twisted into an expression of ecstasy, your brows furrowed ever so slightly, your mouth screwed up into a small circle letting out little gasps for air and sweet moans.

Zoro had you on the verge of orgasm already. Your hips were bucking, and you were rutting down on his fingers, making him fuck you even harder with them. His fingers were curling inside, spreading you open, coated in your wetness, causing it to pool underneath you on his hand and wrist. His other hand was still kneading your ass, digging into it and pulling on it painfully.

You suddenly grabbed his wrist, gasping, signaling him to stop. You didn’t want to cum just yet without having him inside of you. He pulled his fingers out and went to roughly shove them in your mouth. He had no idea what had gotten into him, but he was feral now. He wanted to see you suck your own wetness from his fingers. He wanted you to look him in the eyes. You sucked his fingers clean slowly. His hips bucked up. He wanted you so badly.

“I want you,” you mewled out, and he took the initiative this time, lining his cock up with your hole. “Zoro,” you told him. “Go really slow.”

Zoro’s tip was pulsing, hot and red against your entrance. He started pressing it into you, agonizingly slow, and you sunk onto his cock centimeters at a time. He felt like he was about to go fucking crazy. As he slowly stretched you open, you let out a series of gasps, but when he finally bottomed out inside of you, he let out his own groan, deep and rumbling, that made your heart flutter.

Your pussy felt mind blowing on his cock. It was tight, wet, soft, velvety, smooth, warm all at once. He had never felt this before, and sex felt better than he could have ever imagined. He couldn’t believe he had been missing out on this for so long, and he couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough for it to be with you.

“Stay like this for a second,” you commanded, looking down at him, and his cock sat buried in your pussy, throbbing. He wanted to fuck you so, so bad. His mind was going into overdrive. He was panting. He didn’t know how long he could go like this, with you cockwarming him. He would just start fucking you eventually. He couldn’t bear it much longer.

You leaned into his face and locked eyes with him as close as you could get.

“Beg for it.” You commanded.

For a split-second Zoro was dumbfounded before he started to beg and plead shamelessly. He felt pathetic, and that was the desired effect. He was surprised by how much he got off on being talked through it, being told what to do to you. He liked that you were in control. He never would have guessed how good it would feel getting bossed around by you, something that had never happened before, let alone during sex.

“Please, please—let me fuck you I-I-uhhhhhggnnnn” Zoro let out deep a moan mid-sentence. His face was twisted in anguish, head thrown back, he was getting worked up. “I want to fuck you so bad. Please.” He was shaking.

“You can, now that you asked so nice,” you smiled sweetly at him, teasing him. You started grinding back and forth on his cock, which was still buried in you. It was rubbing you deeply inside, pushing close to your cervix. You started to get off on it—his cock was huge, and he was panting and begging for you. It turned you on to no end. You were in control of the Roronoa Zoro, and he loved it.

You didn’t grind on his cock much before he took the lead. Zoro grabbed you by your hips and slowly pulled you up off his cock before ramming you down on it again. He let out another deep groan. “Fuck.”

“You’re doing such a good job, Zoro,” you encouraged and coached him from above as he sloppily pulled you up and down his cock. “Keep going just like this. Up and down, up and down, just like that.”

Your praise went straight to his dick. He started fucking you how he wanted, how he had been imagining. His pace quickened and the noises of you fucking were getting louder, wetter—when he pulled you down onto his cock, the slapping echoed. The noises were wet, disgusting, nasty, and needy. You were starting to lose your composure. A string of moans left your mouth, moans of “Zoro,” “fuck,” and “yes,” and “harder.”

“Does that feel good?” Zoro gasped out, choking, begging for more praise. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted you to feel good with his cock. He wanted to make you cum. You were lost in pleasure at that point, barely aware of what was going on around you, fucked to pure bliss.

“It—feels so good, Zoro—nggghhhh… fuck, Zoro, fuck, you’re doing—doing such a good job—ughhhgghhhhh—such a good boy-” you heaved out your words, and your praise made him crazy. When he heard you utter the last two words, ‘good boy,’ he went ballistic and his heart twisted inside. That turned him on. He liked that you called him that—but he liked your praise, he liked you guiding him through it, he liked that you called him a good boy, he liked that you were in control.

Zoro reached his hand up mid thrust and started clumsily rubbing your pussy, searching for your clit. He rubbed it messily, eliciting another series of moans, croons, praises, and encouragements from you. He was getting the hang of it. He was fucking you and doing it well. You would have never guessed that he had been a virgin before tonight—he was a natural at it. Zoro rubbed and fucked you closer and closer to orgasm. He didn’t even think of the possibility of cumming in you, couldn’t focus on anything other than the present, or he would have busted immediately. He was getting close, too.

Zoro let out moan after moan. He moaned your name, moaned that he wanted you to feel good, moaned that you felt so good on his cock, moaned that your pussy was so tight, so good, so wet. He called you baby, rutting his hips up to shove himself deeper into you.

Zoro was slamming you unceremoniously up and down on his cock. Your tits were bouncing in his face and he was mesmerized. Your face was fucked out, full of pleasure, sweet sounds leaving your mouth, you were animalistic, you were moaning his name again, and again, and again… it was all getting to his head. He was going to cum soon. His pace was frenzied, frantic, desperate, hungry—you could tell that he was getting there.

“Z-zoro,” you gasped for air. “I’m-I’m going to cum, I want—nnnnghhhhhhh—I’m going to cum on your cock.” That sent him over the edge. He was fucking you lightning speed. He was going to pull out and cum on his stomach or something, he couldn’t just cum in you without asking first, he was a gentleman after all, but as you started to cream on his cock and convulse around it, you begged him to cum inside you.

“Zoro I’m—ahhhh—I’m cumming—please, I-I want you to cum in me—mmmmmhhhh—please cum in me,” you begged him, pussy constricting and fluttering from your orgasm around his cock, fingernails digging into his biceps. He didn’t hear anything after that.

When he got the green light, Zoro started to shake and convulse, he reached the peak of his pleasure, and when he came, all he thought about was you, you, you, you, he was looking at you, your tits were bouncing, he was feeling you, fucking you, listening to you, wet from you, heart aching for you. Zoro’s deep groans echoed, rumbling in his chest, his head thrown back, sweat on his brow, breathing quickly, panting. He let out one last body-wracking shudder and jerked upwards, his cum shooting into you and filling you up. He felt nothing but pure ecstasy and bliss, pure pleasure. He was lost in it.

When he came back down to earth (it felt like hours but had been mere seconds), you had collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy, smiling sweetly, leaving kisses on his neck. His cock was still buried inside of you and there was cum leaking out of your pussy and onto his shaft.

He was out of breath. He could feel you pulsing around him still and could feel pleasure still seeping out of you. Looking at you like this, sweaty, naked, content... he felt like he would die from happiness.

“Holy fuck,” Zoro panted.

“Yeah?” You tilted your head from where it was resting on his chest and looked up at him, smiling.

He kissed the top of your head. You blushed again. “Thank you,” he murmured and sighed. You could feel his heart still beating a thousand miles a minute. He groaned and exhaled again. “Fuck.” He felt and shy after going crazy fucking you senseless.

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” you giggled.

“What?” Zoro blushed crimson. “I don’t know if I could go again right now, I’m sorry, I—” He started apologizing and stuttering but you cut him off with a kiss and he melted. He was so cute when he got flustered.

“No, silly.” You smiled at him. “Now, I get to teach you about aftercare.”

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