#zen x you

[ilyvanderwood]

Railing you \(//∇//)\ (MM)

Mystic Messenger Men

Versions -> Genshin Impact | Honkai Star Rail Masterlist | Requests Open! (All have same text w/ diff characters)

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Them railing and edging you until you become a begging and whimpering mess under them. Their fat cock hitting every place you love every single thrust in they give to you, not letting you cum until they've fully emptied their balls into you, making sure to breed you and to leave your hole a dripping mess full of their cum. If you even let a single drop fall out they make sure to thrust it back into you with their fingers or dick and overstimulate your poor little hole again.

Vanderwood, Zen, Jumin, Saeran

[froggibus]

Sweet Dreams - Zenyatta

Pairing: Zenyatta x reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 500

Summary: after a restless night, your partner knows exactly how to get you to sleep

CW: fluff, insomnia, sleepless nights, cuddling, domestic! fluff, zen is adorable

i am SICK rn but I have a few days off work so expect some (probably misspelled) content? also finally got a zen request so im working on that rn too. enjoy <3

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The clock on your nightstand read 2:00am, but you were yet to sleep. At first, it was only because you couldn’t get your mind to stop racing, but the more tired you got, the more paranoid you were. 

The shadows casted by the streetlight outside your window seemed to be out to get you. Every dark corner held monsters beyond your imagination. The only solace was the man sleeping next to you.

Well, sleeping wasn’t quite the right term. Recharging was more like it. Being an omnic meant he didn’t need to sleep or eat or breathe, but still he shared a bed with you and recharged during the hours you slept. 

It was his way of adding some domesticity to the strange life the two of you lived. 

You sat up, tugging your hair out of your face and groaning. You were already so tired, your eyelids growing heavier with every minute that ticked by. 

“Y/n, why are you still awake?”

You froze at the voice next to you, turning to look at him in the darkness. The lights on his head were glowing softly and the sight comforted you slightly. 

“I-I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted. “Did I wake you?”

“You can’t wake what does not sleep.”

You nod slowly, the guilt on your chest being lifted. “You can go back to recharging now. I’ll be alright.”

He reached out his arms, warm metal wrapping around you. You melt into the comfort of his arms, breathing in his familiar scent. 

“Come with me,” he says, sitting up. He’s wearing a pair of baggy black sweatpants, silver metal glinting in the moonlight. 

You nod, and follow after him down the hall and into the kitchen. He puts a pot of water on the stove, and gestures for you to sit down on the couch. 

You settle into the plush cushions, pulling a throw blanket over your lap. He sits next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, allowing you to lean into him. 

“What can I do for you, my dear?”

His voice is melodic, his touch gentle and forgiving. 

“Talk to me, please,” you murmur. 

He starts to tell you a story. A story of two brothers—dragons—and the rivalry that caused a permanent rift between them. The smooth sound of his voice mixed with the water boiling in the background casting a sleepy fog over you. 

Before you know it, he’s scooping you off of the couch and bringing you back to your shared bedroom. 

“Stay here,” he says, “I’ll be back.”

You settle into the blankets and watch the hallway for his return, seeing him come in a few moments later with a mug of steaming tea. 

He hands it to you carefully before getting comfortable in bed next to you. 

You smell the tea, “is this chamomile?”

“To help you sleep.”

Your face flushes, “thank you.”

“Anything for my love.”

You sip the tea while he tells you another story, and the time flies by. Before you know it, you’re done the entire cup and your racing thoughts have settled. 

Zenyatta pulls the comforter over your shoulders and places a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

masterlist

[idyllcy]

saccharine - mike schmidt x reader

You taste like divine honey.

Mike decides that on a random Wednesday afternoon, Abby still at school, his face still buried in your cunt. 

You're a dripping mess around him, your slick sticking to the stubble of his half-shaved face, back arched as he curls his fingers in you again, taking the moment to breathe, but refusing to leave your pretty pussy alone. He has to be attached to you in some way. If he isn't. If he isn't. If he isn't, then he's sure the nightmares will come again. He'd pick drowning in your messy cunt than those dreams in a heartbeat. 

He pants, catching his breath as you clench around him again, tears in the corner of your eyes as you cum for the nth time. His name comes off as a weak whine from your lips as he fingers you through your orgasm, refusing to stay still as you cry about how you didn't have any more in you. He knows you do. Even if you don't want it, you haven't called your safeword yet, so he's free to continue with you.

He pulls his fingers out of you with a lewd squelch, bringing them to his lips, sucking on them as you recover from the orgasm, head turned to the side as your chest rises and falls with each breath, the thin layer of sheen on your skin. Then, when he's sure they're clean, he delves back into your cunt, tongue forcing past your folds, causing you to jolt, fingers flying to his hair and digging into his scalp, almost crying as you try to tell him you can't take any more, but it falls on deaf ears. 

He mumbles for one more as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, one of his hands going to lace with your fingers, giving you a gentle squeeze as he forces one last orgasm out of you, drinking it up as his head spins from the lack of oxygen, but oh heavens do you taste divine.

[gojo-mochi]

DID YOU SAY CHOSO BEC HE IS SUCH A DARLINGGG… he’d be such a soft dom.. he’d leave a kiss down your shoulders, softly sucking on your collarbone as he thrust… and he is so vocal when he’s inside youu…. and he has the prettiest orgasmic face… idk softy what this is

CHOSO IS SO SOFT FOR YOU THE BIGGEST PERV THO TOO A SOFT PERV

Like the prettiest service Dom out there.

Nsfw Drabble below! MDNI!!

not edited dsafd i wrote this on my noteapp

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“You want this right, darling?” Choso’s hand softly caress your cheek as his dark half-lidded eyes look down at you. You hum into his touch, nuzzling his hand and kissing his wrist. Choso pulls you into his chest, hiding his blush-ridden face in your hair as his hands roam around your shoulders and the small of your back. 

You giggled in his hold, your own hand going up to start undressing your soft boyfriend, planting kisses on his collarbone and going downwards. Choso lets out quiet whines as your hands grabs his pecs, gently massaging his body, treating it like it was something to cherish. Which to you, it was, however Choso needs to be reminded from time to time that he was loved as well. 

You got his shirt off when Choso leans back to look at you once more, his hands now back to cupping your face, so he can hold you still while he peppers you with kisses. His smooth lips gliding over your eyes, nose, then finally slotting against your lips. His tongue peeking out to swipe at your bottom lip with a soft groan from Choso. “Please, darling..” He begged quietly for your permission to push on further. He always does this, no matter how many times you guys kissed or had sex before, he would always ask if it still ok for you to give yourself to him. Like he expected for one day for you to push him away and leave forever. 

Like everytime before, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and murmured back your own; “Please…” That was enough for Choso to devour your mouth. His tongue invading your mouth with a fervor. Hands now going to cup at your chest, squeezing them between his long fingers. You moan at the contact, allowing Choso to push his tongue even further in. “You taste so sweet, my love, so good… all for me..” He muttered sweet sugary praises in harsh contrast to his hungry touch and desperate kisses. 

Swallowing up your pleading mewls with his skillful tongue and somewhere in the haze you lost both your shirt and your shorts. You didn’t even noticed when Choso had pulled them off of you, your mind just taken over by lust and want at this point and you could see in Choso’s dark eyes that he was faring no better than you were. “Beautiful…, so fucking pretty, my dear…” His fingers goes to hook your bra, peeling off the straps and instantly latching on to your harden buds once they were set free.

You whined at the contact, his hot mouth and tongue flicking and slurping over one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. The pad of thumb swiping over the nub in sync with his tongue. “A-ah! Choso..ngh-mm!” You threw your head back, mewling at the intense pleasure already building up at your core, hands holding on to Choso’s shoulder to steady yourself. 

“Keep saying my name like that, my love, more.. more..” Choso switched other to attack your other nipple with his mouth, making sure that both side get equal treatment but you were past caring about that, wanting something more than just his mouth on you. Tugging at his dark lock you start to beg him for something more. 

“Choso-hon-honey! Please I need-mmph!” Choso cuts you off with another heated kiss. His hand going down to the place you needed it the most. Rubbing small circles on your clit over your panties. “You never need to beg with me, you know that, love” Choso huffs out, his lips just ghosting above yours, as you keep on whining from his touches. “I’ll give you everything you need, dear..” Smooch… “Just tell me…” 

You gulp back another whine to speak out “I need you, Choso…” He smiles at this, pressing his lips against yours once again but more subdued this time. Sweeter but somehow it heats you up even more than the others. His fingers dips in your panties, collecting all the slick that pooled in between your folds. “You needed me that badly huh?” Choso lightly teased, causing you to start closing your thighs together in embarrassment. 

Choso holds them apart with a small chuckle, “It’s okay dear… I need you just as much…maybe even more..” His tone turned more serious near the end as he push in one finger. Leaning down to pepper kisses on your neck, sometimes sucking just hard enough to leave small marks. You gasp and moan, hips bucking up to feel more of Choso’s finger inside you, it wasn’t enough to satisfy you.

Choso noticed this and started adding more fingers in, prepping you diligently. While you love this caring and pleasing of him most of the time, sometime you wished he would just take you down and bred you like an animal. Choso hummed, pleased at the marks he left on your neck so far, finally deciding that you were wet and prepped enough to pull down your panties and take off his own pants as well. 

His pretty cock sprung up, freed from his boxer, the tip was already covered in precum. He blush as your intense stare, “So you did need me that badly too, hmm?” You teased him back. Only to find you face flushed when he answered back with a honest and sincere tone; “I always need you…I love you so much, y/n..” Afraid that your voice would come out shot, you just pull him in for a kiss, Choso took this opportunity to lay you down on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs so he could enter your soaking pussy with his tip.

He whimpered at how tight you were, practically milking him already as soon as he entered you. “Fuck…my love, you’re so good for me..” He slowly paced him way deeper in, sighing when his whole length settles inside of you. “S-so good, dear, oh my fuck… god this pussy needs me so badly, sigh, I need you so badly, my love…” He sputtered out, his mouth agape with pleasure and eyes clouded over with lust, “Please tell me to move, tell me that you want me to fuck you.. please.. my love..please” 

He ends his pleads with a guttural moan that sends your pussy into a flutter. “Fuck me, Choso, go-god just move!” You voice get embarrassingly high pitched near the end but you were too far gone to care. Choso thrusts his hip back and snap it forward, whining about how you were going to make him cum too quickly, to calm himself he nestles his face on the crook of your neck, open mouthed kissing on your bare skin.

You clawed on to his shoulders, body shaking from the force in his thrusts, hard but slow so you felt all of him inside of you. The outline of his veins on his cock slowly dragging itself in and out of your walls. You were barely holding on to, your brain going into a hazy fog as you listen to the depraved wet sounds of skin slapping and the needy moans of Choso himself near your ear. 

“So tight, so good for me, my love, fu-fuck, nghh-ha-hahhh-ahh..I could stay li-like this forever, my cock buried in-inside you…”

“You let me do that ri-right, love? Being together forever li-like this-ngh-ahh-hahh…I love you so-so much..my precious one..” 

He starts to babble on more and more about how good he felt and how much he loved you, you were both getting close as your own moans were turning into desperate whimpers. Drool pooling out of the corner of your mouth as Choso increase his pace. “Le-let me cum inside, love? Please?” He starts to suck on your neck and lick his way to your collarbone, tracing the outline of it, in the middle of his pleas. 

You could only answer with a hasty nod, fingernails digging moon crescent onto his shoulders. Choso goes up to press his forehead against yours, you look at him, his hair falling down stuck to his face, pupils blown out with lust, and his lips glossed and shiny with spit. ‘Fuck he looked so good like this’ Your brain managed to get that single thought out before your whole body was wrecked with pleasure when you felt Choso’s thumb rubbing intensely at your clit. 

“Ch-Choso!” You choked out a moan, hips bucking up and body thrashing around only stopped by Choso’s large frame laying on top of you. His own orgasm following close by with his own much needier moan spilling from his glistening lips.His hips sputters into your as he cums all of his load inside, you grab his face to pull him into a messy kiss, teeth clashing and sucking on his tongue. 

Now you were swallowing up all his cute whimper and moans. You both pull away with a heavy string of spit in the middle. Panting and slowly coming down from your pleasure highs, Choso flops his entire body weight on to you, almost crushing you in the process, but he always know how to angle himself to stop that from happening. 

“Let me stay inside you? It’s too warm.. I don’t wanna leave just yet…”

[standfucker]

Gremlin Reader Headcanons - Straw Hats, Whitebeard Pirates, Heart Pirates, Kid Pirates

CW: shenanigans, tomfoolery, and hullabaloo

Straw Hats

You and Luffy are BEST BUDS. You butted heads when you first met just from being a bit too similar, but now you understand each other like no one else.

“Quit eating stuff off the floor!” Nami snaps as you and Luffy reach for a cube of steak that fell from your plate. “Five second rule,” Luffy says. You both smack at each other’s hands, but he ends up maneuvering and grabbing the meat first thanks to his stretchiness. You respond by shoving his entire hand, still holding the steak bit, into your mouth. Luffy shouts, then laughs. Nami yells, “Y/N, ew! That’s even worse!” “You don’t know where that’s been,” Zoro adds. Luffy screams for real when you bite his hand, but he also lets go of the steak, so it’s a win. (It was yours in the first place.)

While your bathing habits are better than Zoros, it’s not by much. If you’re a girl, expect Nami to literally drag you to bathe with her and Robin. She’ll wash your hair for you if you promise to stop using soap bubbles to give yourself a beard and call yourself the “Saponicus the Bath Wizard.” At least Robin finds it funny.

Also, if you’re a girl…you put Sanji through it. Rather than getting a broom to shoo you from your perch on top of the fridge, he tries to coax you down with sweet words and sweeter foods. Instead of yelling at you for eating off the floor, he’ll wash off whatever fell for you. If you try to eat a piece of what he’s cooking, he’ll simply make you a small side plate to tide you over. To Sanji, your weird habits are endearing. But if you’re a guy? He’ll just kick your ass. 

If you occupy that odd space in between genders (or lack thereof,) however, the poor cook does not know how to deal with you. After much stumbling over the subject and at first treating you how you most closely present, he ends up finding a neutral middle ground that makes you both happy.

You play with Franky a lot. You like to climb him like a jungle gym–he’s just shaped so perfectly for it. Sometimes you’ll sneak up behind Franky, jump and reach around to boop his nose to surprise him and change his hair. Every now and then he anticipates your strikes and catches you by the arm, holding you off the ground as penance for your crimes. You swing and wrap your legs around his rectangular arm to retaliate, and he’ll wave his arm to try to jostle you. It’s all fun and games until you get flung off the ship.

Once you discovered how light Brook was, you realized you could pick him up. This led to you plucking him off the ground at random and using him as a jousting lance with which to harass Zoro. Brook started to wisen up to that gleam in your eye, using his cane to keep you at a distance or jab you lightly.

Whitebeard Pirates

There are a lot of crewmates, and you manage, somehow, to be the most feral of them all. Marco calls you “the ship’s pet, Y/N” as a joke.

Unless it’s snowing, you go barefoot everywhere. The soles of your feet have thickened considerably, and you occasionally entertain your brothers by showing off how you can stick safety pins through the very bottom layers of skin. This leads to Marco yelling at you to stop playing with sharps, and that you’re going to accidentally hurt yourself.

Poor Marco has to look out for you often, especially because you do things like get into wrestling matches with the biggest crewmates. You don’t have the size to do much, but if you get pinned, you cheat by biting your opponent. This usually worked for you until you cracked a tooth on Jozu, earning a stern “I told you so” from the first division commander.

Ace is a reformed gremlin and so takes you under his wing. You remind him of Luffy, so he’s quite fond of you compared to the rest. The two of you bring out the worst in each other’s bad habits, indulging the other. If you two are ever spotted together and giggling, the others know to be concerned, as you’re certainly up to something, usually pranks.

The only person who can get you to behave is Whitebeard, and he doesn’t bother most of the time, feeling it better for his children to “sort themselves out”. But he’s not wrong–the crew takes care of you no matter what mischief you get up to.

“I bet you can’t steal Vista’s hat,” Thatch challenges you and Ace one day. You’re always well-mannered toward Thatch, because he’s in charge of the food, but that doesn’t mean you guys won’t challenge each other to dares. “I bet I can steal it before Ace does,” you immediately respond. Ace protests fiercely, and the game is on. Ace takes a straight-forward approach, sprinting down the deck like he’s going to run past Vista, leaping into the air, and going to swipe it off. Vista blocks his hand with a raised arm. “What are you doing?” Vista questions. “Nothing,” Ace says, jumping again and promptly getting grabbed by the arm and tossed aside. This repeats, with Ace making big, energetic attempts to steal that hat and getting thrown around instead, over and over with no success. You wait until Ace has calmed down, then approach Vista. “Can I tell you something?” you ask, motioning him to lean in closer. Vista’s smart enough to know why you want him to bend down, but his reflexes are quick, so he leans over anyway. “Yes?” You stick your fingers up his nose. Vista makes a muffled, indignant shriek, flinching. Completely caught off guard, he’s too slow to stop you from snatching the hat off his head. “Run!” Ace screams, and you book it with Ace joining at your side. You wave the hat and yell, “Burn it, Ace!” mostly joking. “I’ll gut you both!” Vista shouts, hot on your heels, drawing his swords as he chases you two down, the sounds of your crazed laughter echoing through the deck. Marco sighs and gets ready to heal you again.

Heart Pirates

You would tire out Law, but you’ve been a part of the crew for so long that he’s used to your antics. Really, you tire out Bepo, who’s in charge of keeping you in line.

The Polar Tang has a ventilation system to keep airflow and environmental controls during dives. You like to crawl into the vent shafts for fun and because they’re a cozy, private space away from everyone else. Whenever no one can find you, Law locates you on the ship and uses his power to teleport you out. You’ll be napping peacefully, shirking your duties, and suddenly you’re falling through the air and onto the floor in front of your captain–whoops, busted.

Once you tried to steal Law’s hat as a joke. He removed your hands for the rest of the day, stating you’d lost hand privileges.

“Aw, but Captain, your hair looks so nice,” you whined, and Law’s cheeks turned pink. “You’ll get your hands back tomorrow,” he ignored your statement and tossed your hands into a sack, tying it shut.

After that you had to mop the Polar Tang by biting the mop handle, which your crewmates said you took to way too easily.

You’ll sometimes leap onto Bepo’s back, gently tugging on his ears–they’re so round and cute. Resigned, he just supports your legs and lets you. When you can’t resist and end up biting his ear, he yelps, then states that you remind him of the folks from his home island of Zou, and finds it almost soothing.

You, Penguin and Shachi have an ongoing prank war. It’s one you all keep contained so that it doesn’t reach Law, but is otherwise ruthless. Shachi’s been pantsed by you so many times you’re pretty sure you’ve seen every pattern of underwear he owns, but it’s his fault for letting his guard down so frequently. None of you are safe falling asleep first around the others lest you get your face scribbled on, hence your habit of napping in the air vents.

The Polar Tang doesn’t get visitors, but very rarely will gain a new crewmate. As one of the first handful of people recruited, you liked to make noises in the air vents and had certain newbies convinced the ship was haunted. It didn’t help that you told creepy stories of ghosts of people who died deep underwater, where the ship was currently sailing through… Ikkaku always chided you to stop freaking people out.

Though most would expect Law to get annoyed by you, he actually takes comfort in your antics. You’re consistent, at least, in a chaotic world. He can always count on you to keep spirits up and to keep the rest of the crew on their toes.

You’re settled in an air vent with a flashlight and a book one day. You hear a muffled “Room,” from somewhere, then Law appears next to you, having to hunch over so he can fit. “Oh, hey, Captain,” you say. “You know,” Law says, “I think you’ve actually got the right idea. Some days the Polar Tang, despite everything, feels too big... Some days even my quarters feel too big.” “Is today one of those days?” you ask as Law inspects the vent walls. They’re clean–likely your doing–which surprises him. He nods. “You should try taking a nap. It’s very cave-like and cozy here.” “Do you just lay out on the metal?” he questions. “Yep. But if that’s uncomfortable for you, well…” you pat your lap, completely nonchalant. Law studies your face. You give him a cheery smile. He sighs, and stretches out. It’s more comfortable this way. He rests his head on your lap. You continue reading quietly, angling your book and the light away from Law’s face. He adjusts slightly and deflates, relaxing. Right before falling asleep, he takes off his hat.

Kid Pirates

You fit right in with the Kid pirates. No one gives you so much as a second glance for most of the things that you do. For the most part, your level of gremlin behavior is not that much more intense than some of the other crewmates. 

Though Kid/Killer/Wire will pick you up by your jacket hood when you act up too much. You retaliate by pinching the offender’s nostrils shut. This leads to you getting scolded, but you start laughing because they talk with a “congested” voice. Eventually you get threatened with being thrown overboard, which finally makes you fall in line.

You’re good with electrical work. Aside from using a stun gun in battle, you like to take the little metal creatures that Kid makes and soup them up with lights and sounds. Usually you just add glowing eyes and fins as an accent, but sometimes you use your powers for evil: once you added a timed speaker to a doll that went off in the middle of the night, scaring the bejesus out of the sleeping crew.

Killer is strict about not eating food before it’s ready, but it doesn’t stop you from trying to snack on ingredients. You’ll sneak into the kitchen (poorly–you are not quiet) and try to swipe food when you think he’s not looking. Killer will see your hand reach up in his peripheral vision and feel around the countertop. He plunges a knife into the countertop inches from your fingers, making you freeze before slowly withdrawing. However, you know he would never actually stab you, so you never really give up.

You’re really good at making Kid laugh with your antics. He doesn’t even realize it until much later on in the time he’s known you. You and Kid are watching Killer cook one day, steaks sizzling beautifully on the pan, and more raw meat is piled on a plate on the table before you, waiting for its turn. “Why does raw meat look so appealing?” you say. “I kind of don’t want to wait for it to cook.” “I’m not feeding you raw meat,” Killer says. You open your mouth to make the obvious lewd joke, but Kid shoots you a look that says don’t. You close your mouth. “I know what you mean,” Kid says. You both look at the raw steak. The filets are ruby-red, glistening, with cream streaks of fat that promise to melt once on the pan. “I just want to bite into the whole thing and shake my head like a dog,” you voice your thoughts. “Then do it,” Kid says offhandedly. You pluck a raw steak from the pile, sink your teeth in, and do exactly that, growling as the steak whips from side to side. Kid bursts out laughing, caught by surprise, while Killer snaps out your name, far less amused. As Killer scolds you, Kid thinks about how impulsive you are and how often you make him laugh like that and how much he likes you. And then it hits him–wait, oh god, oh no. You’ve taken the steak out of your mouth and are laughing at yourself, and you look so nice when you’re smiling oh NO. Kid’s gone red in the face while you try to appease Killer. “My mouth germs will burn off when you cook it,” you argue. “That doesn’t matter. You’re going to get sick,” Killer grumbles. “Don’t do it again.” “Okay, fine…Hm? Kid?” you tilt your head at him. “You okay? You look a bit flushed.” “Shut up! I’m fine.” Kid says defensively. “Okaaay, moody. Sheesh, sorry for caring.” And that just makes it worse, because Kid’s now also realizing you do actually care, don’t you? Bringing him things when he’s holed up late at night in his workshop, bothering him when his mood’s down and he needs to be distracted, helping him oil the parts of his metal arm and laughing it off when you get covered in grease. “Don’t get all sweet on me, you little punk.” Kid mutters. “You’re right. I ought to stick to salty things. Like Killer’s mea–” “STOP.”

[hyerinrose]

Yandere Ocs (part 1)

Meet my darling Ocs! They're all 100% made out of love - Ai

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Yandere! bully

Name : Darius Reed

Age : 19

Height : 6'3 (190.5 cm)

Date of Birth : 12th of June

Gender : Male

Pronouns : He/Him

General Info : To be added later

Yandere! Ex

Name : Daren Seo

Age : 23

Height : 6'2 (187.96 cm)

Date of Birth : 7th of November

Gender : Male

Pronouns : He/Him

General Info : To be added later

Yandere! Fictional Character

Name : Zen

Age : 23

Height : 5'6 (167.64 cm)

Date of Birth : 24th of December

Gender : Male

Pronouns : He/They

General Info : ???

Yandere! Stalker

Name : Sage Kim

Age : 21

Height : 5'10 (177.8 cm)

Date of Birth : 31st of October

Gender : Male

Pronouns : He/Him

General Info : Your admirer who follows you in secret. Considered you as his saviour after you had save him from a group of bullies. A photography club member and carries camera around.

Yandere! Playboy

Name : Xavier (Rayne) ???

Age : 20

Height : 6'1 (185.42 cm)

Date of Birth : 31st of December

Gender : Male

Pronouns : He/Him

General Info : ???

Yandere! Neko Hybrid

Name : Leo ???

Age : 22

Height : 6'5 (195.58 cm)

Date of Birth : 3rd of March

Gender : Male

Pronouns : He/They

General Info : A Neko Hybrid you rescued in the alleyway. Leo is a Siamese Cat breed. Their most sensitive spot are their tail and ears. Leo likes gardening!

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[saenora]

Imagine meeting your neighbor Yuuta in the apartment next yours. You were coming back home from another shitty date night. Cursing about how the guy just wanted to fuck you and didn’t even pay for the food. You were tired and tipsy and mostly angry, as your keys seem to be working against you, you tried twisting and turning the key multiple times in the keyhole to get inside your apartment. But it just wasn’t working, you let out a scream and bang your head against the door. Tears pricking at your eyes as you choked out sobs. You then hear the door turning and around the corner peeked a timid looking young man? Teen? He looked old enough not to be called a kid but his babyface made him seem really young. You blink at him thru unshed tears and jumped away from the door. “O-oh shit! This was your apartment! I am so fucking sorry, I thought this was my apartment, you see I’m not a crazy person, I swear! I just-I-fuck-I” You start babbling about your terrible date night to your confused and possibly scared neighbor you just met.

You couldn’t stop yourself though, like the tears, your words just kept on spilling out. Until your were a crying mess, your neighbor didn’t end up calling the cops on you though, he held you in his arms and soothes your cries until you were just whimpering. He listen to your words and said sweets words to you that made your heart melt and heat pool in your core. He invited you inside his apartment after you calmed down, saying “I hate to leave a pretty girl like you stained with tears all alone tonight…” He was so sweet and nice, and alluring.. your mind was a daze as you knew you shouldn’t trust a stranger but the way he held your hand and wiped away your tears… You joined him inside.

“Ah-Ah-mmm-hahh!” Now here you were, legs locked into a mating press by the boy that was just sweet talking you earlier. You were crying once again, but not from sadness this time, you were crying from the overstimulation, Yuuta was giving you on your spent pussy. “Yuuta! Yuu-ahhh, Yuuta, Yuuta!” You chanted his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say even though you barely learned it tonight. His hips slammed in yours with such force that the bed shake beneath you everytime, his thumb was rubbing circles on your puffy clit, the cum and juices leftover from the orgasms before made it quite easy for him to rub at you. “It’s your fault, you know.. hahh.. fuck.. banging on my door like that.. wearing this slutty dress..mmf.. like you were begging me to just fuck you then and there..”

You whined as you start to feel another orgasm building, however this time, Yuuta pulled out his thick cock and slapped it against your twitching clit. His arms still pressing your legs against your chest. "You want to come again...?"

"Hmm... tell me that won't go see those other men anymore and that this pussy.." He slaps his wrist this time against your pussy, causing you to try to buck your hips up, to no avail. "Belongs to me and only me... and then I'll give you what you been begging for.."

RAHHH YUUTA IM TIRED STOP INVADING MY BRAIN PLS

SOFTIEEEE I AHVE BEEN REREADING THIS OVWR AND OVER AGAINSHE TRYING TO FIND TEH RITE WORDS TO TYPE IN THE RESPONSE 😭😭😭 BUT I CANTSHDDJ FRFRFRFR… THIS YUUTA ISSS SUCHA. DREAM… NEED HIM TO RUTT AGAINST ME 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 HE IS SUCHA. NEEED AND I CAN BE SO NEEDY FOR H— BYE

#: @mrskenmakozume @kenruu @daikiiss

[ifangirlalot]

Not to be weird, but Michael Myers canonically looks like this unmasked in Halloween 1978:

Like they handpicked him to play Michael unmasked because they wanted him to look "boyish"

[saerins]

hii aerii!! hruu?

thoughts on yn trying pickup lines on sae? IS YN’s RIZZ EVEN GETTING THROUGH TT

zen hi !! i’m okay , been better but all’s good ^_^ also , thanks to you i’m having sae brainrot again and all is well 🫣 enjoy my brainrot through these:

-> when yn tries pick up lines on sae:

but oh god pleaseeee , assuming yn and sae aren’t together , he 100% leaves her on read 😭😭 otherwise he blocks </3 if he kinda likes her he’ll be nice and respond with a “👍🏼” IEOWLWWKA

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Obanai has the most lush garden at his house, he enjoys the solitude and beauty in being surrounded by greenery. It's his pride and joy that he spends hours working on, letting Kaburamaru help him decide placement and even leaves space for his beloved companion to burrow between shrubbery. There's pride in his face as he steps into his backyard, his limited eyesight overwhelmed with the colors he had chosen for this years garden, but it was beautiful. Although no one knows of the garden behind his house he relishes in the secrecy of his little escape, something only he gets to enjoy.

[juminhandfs]

[spookylovesblog]

Dating Mystic Messenger characters!

What dating mystic messenger characters would be like!

Contains: fluff and pet names

Characters ft: Jumin,707,Zen,Yoosung,Jaehee,V,Saeran included

note: is the mm fandom still active?

707 (Saeyoung):

The type to let you borrow his hoodies (of course he also wears yours)

What ever trends are in he'll do it or it'll give him ideas

Calls you random werid names like snookums,boo,waify but honestly bae is the most he'll go with

Definatly forces you to cosplays with him

Late night shower thoughts or theories about anything

Jumin:

As much as you hate it or like it he'll buy you a lot of expensive gifts

Calls you darling,my queen,love

Lemme tell you a secret he becomes a little spoon when he comes back from a long stressful day

Acting like parents to Elizabeth like ya'll treat her like a child and call eachother mom and dad

Breakfest in bed type of guy ykyk or late elegent dinner

Zen (Hyun):

Sometimes you guys out of nowhere reinact your favorite scenes from soap operas

Always brings flowers to you when he comes back home no matter what

Calls you babe,princess,mon amour(mi amor)

Sings to you while cuddling you when you have nightmares

skin care routine together before bed

Yoosung:

Matching pfps for everthing socials and perhaps usernames as well

You are his wallpaper

Calls you cutie,sweetheart,precious

He's the type of guy that has long calls with you when you guys can't see eachother

SUPER CHEESY with pick up lines and gestures

Jaehee:

Every sundays you guys have movie marathons or watch zen's musicals

Definintlay coffee shop dates or do fun stuff like shopping together or for eachother

Calls you sweetie,honey,darling

When she gets her break at work she uses it to text/call you or have lunch with you

You guys totally do simple arts and crafts together

V (Jihyun):

Literally has a photo book of you two (mainly about you) on dates and memories you've made together

You are his muse that inspires beautiful pices of art

Calls you beloved,my dear,love

This guy is a romantic he spoils you with affection,always checking up on you

When he wakes up he watches you and admires your beauty and thinks how lucky he is to have you

Saeran (Ray):

Dedicates a section of his garden to you with your favorite flowers (which makes a heart from bird's view)

Always surprising each other with gifts and sweets

Calls you dove,princess,angel

Together you guys go on strolls at night and watch the sky

I can see him as the guy who worships his partner thanks you for the littlest things

[tonberry-yoda]

*Rats surries across floor*

"We request smooches from genji and Zenyatta"

hello my rat friends!!! of course you may get smooches from the lovelies!!

You were the only one who was ever allowed to see Genji's face anymore. He was too scared to show anyone else the scars he had obtained, but you? No, never you. He knew you would look past the scars and still call him beautiful. He knew you would cup his face and tell him just how much you loved him, not caring about the gnashes in both his skin and his life.

"You wanna go to the arcade?" Genji rushed into your room, throwing the door open.

"Please?!" You stood up quickly as Genji began putting on his mask.

Before he was able to put it on, you moved it down and pressed a kiss onto his lips, shocking him a little bit into a smile.

"Stawp." He blushed as you wrapped your arms around him into a hug.

"Ready for the arcade?" You asked, quickly pulling away from said hug.

"Yes, but one moment." Genji covered your face in little kisses and dragged you to the arcade, slipping on his mask as you sighed lovingly with goo goo eyes.

"Can we go on that date yet?" You whispered to Zen.

Zen shot you a look, but chuckled. "I'm meditating. Give me one second please?"

You just nodded and sat in silence, quickly getting bored. You scooted closer to Zen. And then closer. And then closer.

The omnic sighed heavily and turned to you. "y/n, please."

"Sorry." You said, trying not to giggle.

After a few more moments of that terrible silence, Zenyatta wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "Thank you for your attempted patience, y/n. We can go on that date now."

"Yay!!" You hugged Zen back and kissed him on his cold cheeks while he nuzzled against you before helping you up to go on your date.

~~~~~

<3 if you want character smooches, my inbox is open! <3

~~~~~

[natasha-in-space]

RFA boys+ jihyun having a child who is a "daddy's kid" to the point that their wives are annoyed (like why does he love you so much)

Yoosung

Yoosung is a dad who I think is laid-back and fun. He is a parent, with whom you can share your stressful day at school and get genuine understanding and an uplifting pat on the head that will leave you feeling relieved and secure almost immediately. He's a bit clumsy, of course, as he's used to being the youngest in practically every group he has ever been in. And now that place is taken by someone else! His kid can build a genuine bond with him through mutual trust and understanding, thanks to his easy-going attitude. It's not surprising to see his child growing up to have a deep affection for their cool father. Yoosung will chuckle and pinch your cheeks if you pout and grumble about him stealing all the attention for himself. He finds it absolutely adorable to see you huff and puff, but you can't hide the smile blooming in the corners of your mouth as your child clings at his legs with happy giggles falling from their lips. The sight is too cute to be upset about. On the weekend, he will make certain to arrange a family picnic for you two. One where you all will be spending quality time together as a family.

Zen

Zen is a doting father, hands down. His family did not provide him with support, self-confidence, or even a trustful place for him to share his real struggles during his childhood. With his own family now with you, he will make sure to never make those same mistakes again. Unfortunately, that means that he has a habit of spoiling his kid a bit too much. It's nothing too bad, but it still leaves you as the one being the strict parent telling your kid that, no, eating another ice-cream is not a good idea, and that will make them sick. I'm not saying that Zen isn't capable of being strict. Despite this, he may encounter difficulties with his approach. He's anxious to not come off as too controlling or judgemental. And hey, there is nothing wrong with having a couple of hurdles. Parenthood is a journey filled with many twists and turns that you can't be ready for. With you two working as a team, though, you will get through anything. Zen's love language is words of affirmation, so he'll be praising you in the eyes of your kid quite often. It's sweet. It teaches your child to be confident in sharing their inner thoughts.

Jumin

Jumin is... he's a bit clumsy when it comes to parenthood, but in a very endearing and sweet way. Unfortunately, Jumin didn't have a very good and healthy childhood to look back on. I actually think that having a child of his own will nudge him into actually processing and acknowledging the neglect and abuse he had to go through in his childhood and early adulthood. He wants to believe that his father a good man. That their relationship is one of support and love. After all, Jumin is a family man. But, as he tries to seek out his father for advice, he realizes that... he doesn't want to raise his own child in the same way his father raised him. And that makes him pause. Jumin is a father who is deeply loving and tender. His child receives all the respect and warmth in the world from him. He supports them on every tiny interest they have, almost to a funny degree. His kid likes dinosaurs? You will receive a package filled with encyclopedias and scientific literature on the subject that he will read through with the most captivated look on his face. Does his kid like watching magical girl anime? Well, now he has sparkly pink stickers on his every office supply, and he is not ashamed to show them off. Jumin Han loves his family with all his heart, and he will express it to the world without any shame. However, if he notices that you are growing a bit jealous of the way your child is always showering him with affection, he will have a talk with them. It's almost unbelievable how well he communicates with his child. You will come home to an adorably drawn card with you three holding hands and smiling, that your child has drawn for you. And a small doodle from Jumin on the back.

Saeyoung

Saeyoung is yet another father who is devoted to his child almost to a fault. He is both excited and terrified about his future as a parent at the same time. To say that he had a difficult childhood would be like saying nothing at all. Heck, if you ask him, he'll tell you that he feels like he had no childhood. From as early as he can remember, he has always been the caretaker. The protector. He had to. To survive, it was necessary for him and his brother. So, all he has on what it means to be a good parent is based on media he has consumed. He has no other source to seek advice from. Sure, he considered V to be his father, but... he'd much rather not think about that now. He's trapped in a very paralyzing dilemma. He's a family man, and he wants to start his own happy family with you. He adores kids, and the idea of having a tiny person to spoil and take care of makes him grin so wide. But, at the same time, he feels utterly terrified at the prospect of becoming a parent. He is afraid of hurting the child, even if it wasn't his intention. Terrified of making the same mistakes his caretakers have made. Terrified of this responsibility. It's something he'll have to resolve in therapy, before you two decide on having children, be it by adoption or natural means. As an actual father, however? His child will never feel unloved. He showers them in gifts, treats, books, all kinds of things! He spends his every evening with them. He is involved in their school life and their interests. He is always there for them. So, it's not that hard to imagine your kid growing a bit too attached to their amazing dad. Saeyoung will tease you about a bit, sure. But, in a typical Saeyoung fashion, he will prepare a surprise for you and your child. One that will connect you and provide you with much-needed alone time. Maybe a game of an escape room, or maybe a video game he created just for you two. Either way, it's a fun way to remind you just how wonderful this man truly is.

Jihyun

Talking about this with Jihyun is amusing because Lucy is shown to be quite playful with him. But, who's to say he can't switch your roles at times? Jihyun's perk as a father is his supportive attitude. Much like Zen, he grew up in a family that forced him to deny his true wants and desires, and he wants to do all he can to make sure that Lucy never has to be ashamed of what her tiny heart is longing for. He'll just be a bit concerned if she starts hanging out with Uncle Saeyoung too much, to the point where she wants to build robots for a living. Jihyun is not very good at technology! He does his best to engage with her, though. You can't help but laugh as you catch them playing video games one evening, Lucy absolutely crushing your husband on every single round. From what you can tell, Uncle Saeyoung taught her well. If Lucy doesn't spend enough time with you, I don't think it'll be an ongoing issue. You and Jihyun have built a very healthy and open communication between yourselves, so the problem will get brought up almost immediately. And resolved just as quickly.

[standfucker]

White Out

Characters: Marco, Ace, Thatch, Izo

Reader: AFAB, GN pronouns (they/them)

Word Count: 10,427 (I'm sorry.)

CW: Explicit N.SFW content, PWP, gangbang, double penetration, knifeplay (light), oral, anal, deepthroating, breast fucking, degradation, praise, roleplay, CNC, bondage, BDSM, short reader (mentioned briefly, not size kink though)

Summary: I have nothing to say for myself.

Actual Summary: You and your four favorite people try your hands at a little roleplay.

AO3 Link

The safety discussion had been summarized one last time, preferences and limits clearly defined so there was no confusion.

You’re still not sure how it happened–sure, you could name the sequence of events that led up to it, the friends-with-benefits relationships with each of them, the drunken admittance of your deepest fantasies that one night–but it still didn’t seem real.

But there you were, perched on the edge of Marco’s bed before all of them:

Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.

As the first mate, Marco had the luxury of his own quarters, and offered them as a setting for your scene. The room seemed smaller with the five of you in it, but that was fine. Should things go as planned, you wouldn’t be needing extra space.

Thatch cradled your face in one giant hand, tilting your head up so you looked him in the eye. “Ready?”

You swallowed and nodded.

“Are you sure? You look nervous.”

“I am,” you admitted, “but that’s okay. It… It makes it…” Your cheeks grew even warmer than they already were. 

“Better?” Izo finished for you, smirking despite himself.

“Yeah…” It was so much easier to be honest under the influence of alcohol, but for this, it was important that you were all sober. “I’m ready.”

For a moment, no one spoke, unsure of how to start. You weren’t normally that shy, but the thought that this was really happening, and in front of all of them, had you momentarily frozen. Nervousness twisted up your insides and intertwined with the heat between your legs, making it all the more responsive. Nothing had happened yet, but just the anticipation alone made you wet.

Izo found his voice first, clearing his throat before speaking. “Well, well, well,” he said, pitched low with an eagerness that made your heart pound, “what do we have here?”

As if breaking a seal, Izo’s commencement spurred on the others.

“A Marine,” Ace’s voice dripped with disdain, and he looked down at you, shocking you at how easily he fell into the roll, “sailing all alone…”

“...and ripe for the taking,” Thatch concluded, eyes half-lidded.

A shiver ran through your body, and you wondered if they had talked about this behind your back, because they were working off each other maddeningly well already. You sucked in a shaky breath. “You might as well kill me–I’ll never talk.”

Marco chuckled darkly. “Hear that, guys? They said they’ll never talk, yoi…” He approached the bed, suddenly grabbing your shirt by the collar and yanking you onto your feet. He adjusted his grip, taking a bigger fistful of the fabric, then pulled up, until he was lifting you entirely off of the ground, bringing you face-to-face. “But I bet I can make you sing.”

You knew he was strong, but this–this was showing off, impressing the power difference between you. And it was working, your stomach flipping in place at the thought of how easy it was for him. For any of them. You weren’t weak by any means, but the Division Commanders outclassed you.

“N-Never,” you bit back, despite the obvious effect his manhandling was having on you, “I could never be affected by the likes of your kind, pirate scum!”

“Hm,” Marco leaned his head even closer, lips barely hovering over your own. For a moment, you thought he might kiss you–and then he bit your lower lip, just short of breaking the skin, making your whole body tense and drawing out an involuntary whimper.

“We’ll see.” He dropped you, and you stumbled back, into someone’s chest. You hadn’t even noticed Ace moving behind you with Marco commanding your attention.

Ace ran his hands down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps despite the heat of his skin, until he reached your wrists, where he tightened his grip and forced them behind your back. He nosed into your neck, inhaling your scent before dragging his hot tongue up the side and growling, “Izo, pass me the rope.”

You were already trembling from it all, Ace’s iron-like grip, his tongue, the heat radiating off his body that always seemed to intensify whenever you slept together. The scene must have excited him, because he was raising the temperature of the entire room, not to mention the hardness that pressed into your rear.

Izo plucked the length of rope from Marco’s desk and stepped over to you, handing it to Ace with one hand while the other gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to look up at him. “Poor little thing, shaking like a leaf. Are you that scared?”

Of all of them, it was Izo, surprisingly enough, who had the strongest dominant streak. He was entirely in his element as he smirked down at you, not giving you a chance to reply before he continued, “you should be. You got caught by the wrong pirates, my dear.”

Your trembling had nothing to do with fear, of course. The nerves were there, but the knowledge that you could stop at any time was a reassurance that only made everything hotter, in a way. You gave Izo a defiant look, even as Ace worked on tying your wrists together behind your back. “I’m not scared of you.”

Izo’s smirk widened. “No? Maybe I should tell you what we have planned for you, then… See how you feel after that. Do you want to know?” He leaned in closer. “What it is we’re going to do to you?”

Anticipation made your heart pound like a hammer. You weren’t sure if you were meant to respond until Izo’s grip tightened almost painfully on your chin. “Speak,” he ordered, the command sending a jolt between your legs.

“I d-don’t care,” you spat, “It doesn’t matter what you do–I won’t submit.”

“Is that what you think?” Izo purred, “then I think I’ll go ahead and tell you…”

Ace finished tying your wrists, the rope snug but not too tight. You pulled against it, testing the hold, but as an experienced sailor, there was no chance of the expertly-tied knot coming undone. “How’s that?” Ace whispered into your ear, momentarily breaking character.

“Green,” you responded, then tensed when he licked the shell of your ear, resisting the urge to whine.

Izo leaned down further until he was speaking into your other ear, voice husky and dark with promise. “For the next few hours, you belong to us. And we’ll do whatever we want with you. You’re going to be stuffed full–in every hole–until you can’t think about anything but our cocks. We’re going to fuck you so well that for the rest of your life, you’ll have to live with the knowledge that the best orgasms you ever had were at the hands of pirate scum.”

You could physically feel yourself getting wetter with every sentence, breath catching in your throat. He was too good at this, evident in how his words were affecting the others, as well. Thatch was palming at his crotch, breathing less evenly. Marco bit his lip, the fingers of one hand curling and uncurling repeatedly. You had the sudden mental image of a bird of prey’s talons closing around a mouse. The thought was not helping.

Ace’s lips attached to the side of your neck then, and you clamped your mouth shut to muffle the whine that rose in turn, but it was still audible. The men reacted like dogs to a whistle, eyes locked onto you at the sound. Ace didn’t let up, sucking and nibbling until your legs were shaking, one hand holding the rope around your wrists and the other clasped onto your hip.

Among your partners, you normally only let Marco leave bruises, as he could heal them after a session, leaving nothing for your crewmates to potentially tease you about. For this scene, it was allowed for the same reason. As a result, this was the first time Ace got to indulge, and you suspected he had a kink. He was clearly into it, grinding his hard-on into you shamelessly as he started on another mark a little higher up your neck.

Izo let go as he stood back to his full height, appraising your reaction, desire simmering in his dark eyes. “Look at you. We’ve barely started, and you can hardly stand.”

It was getting harder to think with Ace chewing up your neck while Izo talked down to you, but you managed to play the role despite it. “S-Shut up. The others will–mm!–will come looking for me.”

“Oh? When will that be, exactly? You aren’t scheduled to arrive at your destination for days, pretty thing. And we’ve taken your transponder snail.”

Ace broke away from your neck to growl into your ear, “No one is coming to save you.” And then his tongue was on your neck again, licking his way to a new spot to bruise.

You almost lost composure at that, briefly considering just stopping the scene and begging them to take you on the spot. Sheer force of will held you together at that point. You wanted to see it through to the end, though, certain that if you just held on, the reward would be well worth it.

Izo reached into his kimono, and your pulse quickened, knowing what was coming next. The sharp edge of the dagger he withdrew glinted in the lamplight.

“I’d try and hold still, pet. Get those legs of yours under control, hm?” Izo said to you, but he glanced at Ace as he spoke. Ace got the message, pausing his ministrations and pulling you tight against him to keep you still. He did not remove his mouth from your neck.

Izo touched the tip of the dagger to the base of your throat with the barest pressure, feather-light and not enough to break the skin, before sliding it up, slowly, all the way to your chin. You were thankful for Ace’s hold on you then, because you were sure your knees would give out. It was almost embarrassing how badly it made your cunt throb.

Izo smirked like he knew.

Lowering the blade to slide flat under your shirt, he pulled it toward him, turning it so the sharp edge of the dagger was against the fabric. In a single, downward motion, he cut through the front. Then he cut through your sleeves, until the shirt was only being held in place by Ace’s body. Izo grabbed the shirt and pulled it from between you two, so you could feel Ace’s bare skin against yours.

“Oh,” you breathed, never quite able to get used to Ace’s change in temperature when he was aroused. His skin against yours was like sinking into a hot bath, contrasting against the cooler air on your chest. In any other situation, it would have been relaxing. But your focus instantly went back to Izo as he cut through both bra straps next, then the center band. He ripped that off, too, exposing your chest. He did not miss the way your nipples had hardened, and you had to bite back a pitiful noise when he touched the tip of the dagger to a nipple.

You shut your eyes, briefly overwhelmed, and the touch moved away. A moment later, you felt him pulling the hem of your pants away from your skin so he could safely slice through those as well. Soon you were only in your underwear, which Izo left alone. Satisfied, he walked over to the desk and set down the dagger, then stepped into place beside Marco and Thatch. “Who wants to go first?”

Ace resumed his steady devouring of your neck, shifting the hand on your hip forward, along the hem of your underwear, and then under it, trailing a blazing path down your mons until his fingers were separating your outer lips. He paused at feeling just how wet you were, and you felt his lips curl into a smirk against your neck.

“Looks like Ace is,” Thatch muttered, not actually sounding all that bothered–he liked the show. “Look at his grin… I bet they’re soaked.”

You had to bite your lip as Ace’s hot fingers delved between your folds, stroking idly and making your knees weak. The very wet, very lewd squelching that arose only confirmed Thatch’s words. The sound had a visible effect on the men, the air in the room seeming to thicken with combined desire.

Ace let go of the rope with his other hand, moving it to your head, and he grabbed a fistful of hair close to the base before harshly forcing you to bend over. “Their mouth is free, Thatch.”

The pulling on your scalp and the roughness with which Ace handled you only fueled your fire. You thought you couldn’t possibly burn any hotter, but then Thatch approached you, unbuckling his belt, and your body was searing. He freed his cock, stroking it with one hand while the other replaced Ace’s in your hair, and leaned his hips forward until the tip pressed against your mouth.

“Go on, then, make yourself useful,” Thatch said, the tremor in his voice betraying his excitement, “you know what will happen if you bite, so why don’t you just take it like a good little prisoner?”

You met Thatch’s eye, but your glare quickly faltered due to Ace suddenly penetrating you with his fingers. Your breath hitched, momentarily unable to respond with the pressure and heat now massaging so expertly inside you. 

“You’re okay. Come on,” Thatch murmured, pupils blown wide at the sight of you buckling under the pleasure, and then his voice dropped low, “open.”

The deep pitch cut through the haze and into your head, the command reaching that part of you that you couldn’t let out anywhere else, the part of you that longed to listen and obey, that wanted nothing more than to cede control. You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out, unable to stop the whine that followed.

“There you go…” Thatch praised, pushing himself into your mouth with a hiss, “fuuuck…”

He was already leaking, pre-cum salty on your tongue. Your noises were quickly muffled as he inched in further, then pulled out a little, only to push back in even deeper, lubricating himself bit by bit with your saliva.

It was difficult with Ace casually fingering you, but as long as he didn’t touch your clit, you were pretty sure you could focus on both things. You relaxed your jaw, letting Thatch reach the back of your throat, and then you sucked.

“Fuck!” Thatch cursed, fingers tightening in your hair in an attempt not to ram himself down your throat, the pain making you moan around his cock. Thatch eased his grip on your hair only slightly, keeping you in place as he started to thrust shallowly into your mouth. “That’s it… Fuck, just like that…”

Ace rested his free hand on your hip, and you felt him press a kiss to your back before licking the skin there. “Heh… They got wetter,” he announced to the others, “you love this, don’t you? Such a cockslut… I bet you let all the other Marines use you like this.”

You normally couldn’t reach orgasm without touching your clit, but with Ace gleefully degrading you, you thought for a moment you just might. It was all you could do to stay on your feet.

“Nng! I’m gonna… Go deeper,” Thatch panted, “one of you, watch for their signal for me… Ace, let up, will ya?”

With your wrists bound and your mouth full, the safety signal was you stamping your foot. You idly wondered if you’d need it–deepthroating wasn’t new, but it was always a challenge, and Thatch–all of them, really–were worked up from the scene, less prone to holding back.

Ace slowed his strokes so you could better focus on the task. Thatch pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust until you were fighting the urge to gag. You willed yourself to relax, focusing on your breathing, and Thatch eased himself into the tight canal of your throat.

“Oh, fuck!” He moaned, shutting his eyes as his grip in your hair tightened again. He opened one eye to take in your expression, making sure you were still okay, before starting up gentle thrusts. “So good. So fucking good, there you go… Taking me so well…”

Spit and pre-cum combined and dribbled down your chin, and your eyes watered reflexively until tears ran down your cheeks. Off to either side, you could see Marco and Izo, standing closer than before, both of their gazes fixed onto you. Marco was desperately rubbing himself over his pants while Izo had already disrobed, both kimono and undergarments forgotten on the floor as he stroked his cock.

Thatch had his eyes shut again at how good it felt, but a muffled moan from you had him look down at you. At the sight of your tears, something must have awakened in him, because his grunts tipped into something guttural, and he went a little faster, cursing weakly. “Fuck, oh, fuck! Not yet-!”

His hips began to stutter in their pace, and then Thatch let go of your hair and pulled out with a gasp, stepping back, his cock visibly throbbing. You coughed and caught your breath, switching back to breathing through your mouth, head hanging down.

“That was close… I almost came,” Thatch panted, crouching down next to you and cupping your cheek. He tilted your head up so you were looking him in the eye, thumb stroking your temple lovingly. “I want to save it… I want to cum in your cunt. Wanna fill you up, deep inside… Wanna see it dripping out of you…”

You could only whimper in response, thighs pressing around Ace’s hand. Now that you didn’t have to focus on deepthroating, he started pumping his fingers faster, and when he curled them just right, you stood up straight as if electrocuted, pressing back into him with a shaky whine.

Thatch walked over to a chair and slumped into it, taking a break so he could come down. He let out a sigh and groaned, “What a mouth…”

You leaned your head back on Ace’s shoulder, closing your eyes and generally trying to keep it together. Ace turned his head to kiss your temple, then whispered into your ear, “Eyes forward, captive. You’re far from done.”

You opened your eyes to see Marco approaching you, Izo following close behind him. Marco rested his hands on your hips, squeezing them before running them up your sides and to your front, where he groped your breasts. You bit your lip as he massaged and fondled them, but gasped when his thumbs started rubbing your nipples, the sensation like a current that ran from your chest straight to your cunt.

“Ah! N-Not there! No!” You cried, the touch igniting your whole self, a full-body sensation that spread out from between your legs.

Marco stopped immediately, going to lower his hands, but Izo caught his wrists, keeping them in place. “It’s fine, Marco. They didn’t use the safeword. You can keep going.”

Marco hesitated, then started rubbing again, and you all but thrashed, body jerking from the onslaught of stimulation but unable to escape it due to Ace’s firm hold on you.

“Oh, god! No, no, it’s–ah! It’s too much!” You pleaded, tearing up again. The attention to your nipples was making you drip, even with Ace’s hand in the way, a few clear drops on the floor beneath you slowly becoming a small puddle. Izo glanced down at it, then at you.

“My, my. So sensitive,” Izo mused, “is that really as much as you can handle? I thought surely a Marine would be tougher than that.”

“I… I…!” You started to say, then cursed, jerking again as Marco bent down to drag his tongue across a nipple. “Fuck!”

Marco licked your nipple over and over, alternating between pressing his tongue flat against it in slow passes, then using the tip to flick and circle the nub, and all you could do was take it. Your legs grew weak once more, and threatened to give out entirely when Marco closed his lips around your nipple and sucked.

Your back arched, and then your legs finally failed as Izo crouched down to suck on your other nipple. Ace held you up easily with one hand, completely unbothered by your weight as he continued to finger you all the while.

The combined sensation was overwhelming, every nerve alight as they messily sucked on your breasts, your whole cunt throbbing and clenching. Through the haze of pleasure, you wondered vaguely if you’d join that small percentage of people who could come from nipple stimulation alone–but it never happened. Instead, you only stayed torturously worked up, almost to the point of edging.

‘I bet you wanna cum, huh, babe?” Ace whispered into your ear. “We won’t leave you like this forever, don’t worry… We’re pirates, not monsters. Here…”

Ace’s thumb found your clit, rubbing in practiced circles, and you jerked again with another strangled cry. With all the prior buildup of the scene, much less the current multiple points of stimulation, it didn’t take long for your body to start its climb and rapidly ascend. Every bit of pleasure seemed to accumulate between your legs and build and build, with only one end in sight.

“I’m–I’m gonna cum, I’m–!” Your words turned into a broken sob as release crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in pure euphoria that radiated out from your clit and spread to every inch of your body. Ace sank his teeth into your shoulder, growling at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his fingers, slowing but not stopping their movement so as to draw out your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you were no longer grinding your cunt against his hand, at which he finally pulled out.

“Marco, Izo. Stop,” Ace directed, although the other two were well aware that you had finished and had already detached themselves from your chest. “Sixty seconds, remember?”

One of the rules you had in place was that after an orgasm, you needed a minimum of one minute to come down before you could be touched again, with one exception–if one of them was close, they could go past the limit, as you could always use your safeword if needed.

You slumped back against Ace, trembling and panting, your clit still pulsing with aftershocks.

“Easy does it,” Ace murmured, thumb rubbing circles on your hip, “we’re not finished, so just take a breather for now.” He brought the hand he fingered you with to his mouth, sucking your fluids from his fingers with a debauched groan, and you felt his body temperature raise another degree.

Izo stepped closer, until his cock pressed against your stomach, and he rutted against you with a pleased sigh, warm pre-cum smearing on your skin. He took your face in both hands, angling you to look at him. “Look at you. You love being our plaything, don’t you?”

Your head was swimming, but you knew he wanted an answer. The only thing adhering you to the scene at that point was the others keeping it up. “I don’t…”

“Hm, still a little fight left in you,” Izo remarked, thumbs brushing away tears, “no problem.”

“We’ll fuck it out of you,” Marco promised. “Thirty seconds left, yoi… Then you’re ours.”

Your eyes widened, because how had thirty seconds already passed? Sighing, you let your head rest in Izo’s hands, soaking in the affection that was admittedly out-of-place for the scene, though contrasted with his animalistic rutting. Gradually, your breath returned, and even though your legs found strength once more, Ace didn’t stop holding you.

“Five,” Marco counted down, sending a shiver of anticipation up your spine, “four… three… two… one.” 

Marco grabbed your underwear and ripped it off your body as easily as if it were made of paper, tossing it aside. He ran a finger through your folds, just to feel for himself how wet you were, sucking his lip between his teeth once he found out.

Ace’s free hand squeezed your ass, then trailed between the cheeks down to your puckered hole. A swell of panic rose within you suddenly, and you called out, “Yellow!”

As if a switch was flipped, everyone stopped instantly, pulling away from your body aside from Ace holding you. His other hand came to your shoulder, turning you so he could see your face, his own written with concern. “Is everything okay? What’s wrong? Do you need to stop?”

“I’m okay,” you assured, “and I definitely don’t want to stop.”

“Change your mind about anal?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s not it. I–I want that, too.” You raised your voice enough for Thatch to hear from his spot in the chair, a few feet away. “I just wanted to remind everyone, before we go any further: Anything that goes in my ass–tongue, fingers or dick–doesn’t go in the front or in my mouth afterward. Okay?” That was a lesson you had to learn the hard way, a triple infection that led to a humiliating visit to Marco. It was he who taught you how to play it safe.

The other four all agreed, verbally confirming that they understood.

Ace thought for a moment. “Unless we use a condom first, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay,” Ace said, “hey, Thatch. Pass me a condom.”

Another shiver ran down your spine at that. Thatch stood up, and Ace added, “And a glove, and the lube, please.” 

The requested items were wordlessly grabbed off the desk and brought to Ace, Thatch pausing to trace your lips with his index finger before he returned to his seat.

Ace turned you to face Marco and Izo again, so you could not see, but only hear the noises of him setting up: the snap of the latex glove on his hand, the squirt of the lube bottle, the wet smear of it between his fingers. You started to tremble again, and the men in front of you noticed, Marco petting your head while Izo’s smirk returned.

Ace’s fingers, now slick with lube, found your asshole once more. You expected the lube to be cold, but Ace had quickly warmed it to a comfortable temperature. He traced the ring of muscle teasingly, enjoying the way you tried to stifle your noise as a result, before penetrating you slowly with one finger.

You tensed, not meaning to make it difficult, but it felt so good you couldn’t help it. “Oh…”

“Relax,” Ace said softly, “just let me in… There, just like that, good…”

You bucked your hips back into his hand slightly, whimpering through a closed mouth and straining helplessly against the ropes binding your wrists. Ace probed deeper, until he reached the knuckle, then pulled back out, squeezing more lube onto his finger before pressing back in.

“You really like that, huh?” Marco commented, glancing below you, “dripping again, all over my floor.”

“Such a slut,” Izo’s grin was wicked, “getting off on being used by the enemy. You needed this so badly, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, both in response to Izo and to the fact that Ace inserted a second finger.

“Tell me how much you love it, and maybe I’ll touch that needy little clit of yours, yoi,” Marco said, voice low in a way that was unlike him. It seemed the scene was teaching everyone something new about themselves.

Like you needed any more prompting. “I love it,” you moaned shamelessly, “please. I love it so much, please touch me, sir…”

“Sir, huh?” Marco’s lip curled in satisfaction before he reached between your legs, finding your clit on the first try. He rubbed slowly and gently, adding to the sensation of Ace fingering your ass rather than distracting from it. It was almost unfair how well they worked together. “That’s Commander to you, Marine. That goes for all four of us.”

Ace kept applying lube intermittently, more than he really needed for just his fingers, and you realized his intent when the characteristic sound of a foil wrapper tearing hit your ears. You could hear his breathing get heavier with excitement as he unrolled the condom onto himself, then added a generous coating of lube.

“Gimme a hand,” Ace spoke over your shoulder, at the other two. Even as the shortest one among them, he was still tall enough compared to you that he needed to pick you up to bring his hips level with yours.

Marco abandoned your clit in order to grab your hips, lifting you effortlessly. Ace placed one hand below Marco’s on your hip, the other lining himself up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against and then slowly penetrated your asshole. Ace threw his head back with a curse as Marco helped ease you down, lower and lower until Ace bottomed out.

Ace’s other hand came to your other side, and when his bare fingers dug into your hips, you realized he had discarded the glove at some point. “I–” Ace had to pause, briefly overwhelmed. “...I got ‘em, Marco, th-thanks.”

“Sure.” Marco released his hold, letting Ace support you, and you were certain he’d leave bruises with the strength of his grip. Not that you minded–the pain enhanced the pleasure the same way sweet and savory food complemented each other. A little bit of one (or even a lot, depending on your mood) went a long way in increasing the other.

Ace pulled back his hips just slightly before snapping them forward, like he didn’t want to be outside of you for a second, gasping as he did. “Tight! Oh, god, that’s tight. Fuck…”

The action drew a small moan out of you, a second following shortly after as Ace started up an easy pace. With his strength, he was able to hold you steady as he went, your body only moving forward a little when he bucked into you. You wondered why he didn’t just bounce you on him, until you realized he was attempting to make it easier for the other two to touch you.

Marco must have realized it, as well, because he went back to rubbing your clit a second later, making you twitch and keen under the dual sensations. Ace was splitting you open so nicely, the lube ensuring he slid in with little resistance. The slick, wet noises of his cock pistoning in and out seemed to amplify the feeling of being filled, your sensitive passage contracting around him without rhythm. His grunts and groans in your ear only made it better, voice raspy with the enticing sound of his unraveling.

“Beautiful,” Izo crooned, jerking himself off to the sight. His free hand grabbed your jaw, and then he was kissing you, firm and demanding. You moaned into his mouth and he licked at your tongue, tasting you for a breathless moment before biting your lip. He moved the hand on your jaw to the base of your throat, making room for him to kiss along your jaw and work his way down to the side of your neck Ace had left untouched, eager to sow his own field bruises.

The third point of stimulation was enough to start working your body up again, a slow but sure swelling that smoldered with the promise of ecstasy.

“Izo!” You cried as his teeth dug into the delicate flesh of your neck, “Ace… M-Marco!”

Izo bit down a little harder, as if in admonishment, at the same time that Marco growled, “Commander,” in a corrective tone that made your clit throb against his fingers.

“Commander!” You gasped, voice quivering, “please!”

You did not know what you were asking for. Whatever it was, they did not give it to you. The three of them continued their relentless onslaught on your senses for what felt like hours but could have only been minutes. Behind them, Thatch must have come down enough, because he was now stroking himself with one hand while he bit into the other, absolutely enraptured with the show.

Izo marked his way both down and up your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark marks and red paint until he was back at your lips. His lipstick had smeared, and combined with his messy hair, it was the perfect image of lust indulged, the sight alone pulling a desperate noise from you.

“What, you want more? It’s still not enough for you?” Izo spoke against your lips, the taunt not at all diminished by the heaviness of his breathing.

With Ace fucking your ass and Marco teasing your clit, you couldn’t form the words, only a pitiful, needy moan.

Izo laughed softly. “I know, sweet thing, I know.” He grabbed your thigh, spreading your legs wider for him to fit between them, and lined up his cock with the dribbling entrance to your cunt.

Ace only slowed down, unwilling or unable to stop, as Izo’s cock parted your folds. He slid inside easily, thick girth posing no problem with how ridiculously wet you were, and the both of you cried out at the sensation, a harmony of high and low pitched sounds. Izo stayed still for a moment, savoring the snug, warm fit, before the feeling of Ace’s cock through your thin internal walls made him grit his teeth and rest his forehead against yours with a groan that Ace echoed behind you. 

With Izo and Ace being similar in height, they were lined up perfectly, neither slipping out even as Izo started to thrust. His strokes were deeper than Ace’s, unconcerned about leaving your heat when he was only going to sheath himself again, and again, knowing he could indulge in you at his leisure. Ace had far less impulse control, fucking you with little thought but to his own pleasure at that point, leaving Izo to pace himself so they could take you with some semblance of coordination.

“C–Comman…” You couldn’t even finish saying their title, the words devolving into helpless little moans and whimpers as they ravaged you from both ends.

Marco stepped closer to keep his fingers in contact with your clit, his free hand coming up to flick one of your nipples. It sent a jolt of electricity through the cloud of pleasure that was currently your brain, making you tighten up around the dual cocks in you, Ace and Izo both gasping or moaning in turn. Finding both hands occupied but craving friction at the sight of you getting tag-teamed, Marco was glad for his significant height advantage right then, as he was at the perfect level to press his still-clothed dick against your thigh and rut.

Your body was a brewing storm, made up of hazy clouds of pleasure, bolts of nerves lighting you up brighter and brighter with every thrust and touch inside and around you, more and more intense, building, building, building. The only thought in your head was the goal, the crest over the hill, so close you could cry from how badly you wanted it.

For a wonderful, terrifying moment, you were stuck at the edge, that desperate moment right before the peak, riding the knife’s edge of bliss without truly attaining it. So good, but not enough, a taste of liberation that only made you long for nirvana. You couldn’t hear anything but the rushing blood in your ears, pulsing in time with your heart and your cunt. And then Izo angled just right against your g-spot and Marco rubbed your clit just so and Ace just kept pounding your ass like he’d never get to fuck again in his life, and you tipped over and were gone. It was easily the strongest orgasm you’d ever experienced, momentarily separated from the outside world and all stimuli but the intense throbbing of every part of your cunt–everything, centering from your clit and rippling through your entire pelvic floor. Only the parts of the men inside you or on you existed, everything else fading behind the raw euphoria of the present. You didn’t make a sound–couldn’t, realizing you had been holding your breath throughout the whole thing.

Suddenly aware of the need for air, you gasped, deep breaths coming out shaky and uneven. Vaguely, you could hear the three of them saying something, but you didn’t process the words. You realized they had stilled, holding you in place. Then Ace and Izo pulled out, and the sudden stimulation of the still-tender nerves made you yelp in discomfort.

“Sorry,” Ace apologized, kissing the back of your head. “That was a strong one, huh? The way you gripped me back there…” Ace set you down on your feet carefully, helping you stay upright with one arm.

“Breathe slowly, Y/n, you’re okay,” Izo instructed, taking one of your hands in his and rubbing the back soothingly. “Do you need longer than a minute?”

“Yes,” you said gratefully between pants, “yeah, just… Wait…”

Marco used his sleeve to dab away the sweat on your brow, then ran a hand over your head affectionately. “We can stop here, if you want.”

If you hadn’t just had your world rocked, you might have embarrassed yourself with how quickly you rejected the notion, but you were still reeling, so what would have been a passionate denial came out as a calmer, breathy “No, I’m okay.”

“Color?” Marco asked, just for a formal confirmation.

“Green.” You were kind of amazed that this was still continuing, but when you saw Ace peel off his condom, you realized that none of them had cum yet. You pushed away the urge to feel bad–they had the control in this scene, everything was going how they wished.

“I have an idea,” Thatch spoke up from his seat. “What about this…”

You all listened to his proposal, the words bringing a fresh wave of heat through you despite the fact you were still coming down. The four of them discussed positions while you caught your breath, until they came to a decision they were all happy with.

“How much time do you need?” Thatch asked you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on yourself and listening to your body. There was a muted tingling between your legs, but it was hard to tell if it was oversensitivity or a new thrum of desire. Regardless, you wanted more, not satisfied unless you got to see them finish as well.

“Three more minutes,” you decided. “Starting now.”

“Three minutes, huh?” Marco pet your head again, but this time, he paused mid-way to dig his fingers into your hair, gripping hard and pulling your head back so he could kiss you roughly. His tongue and teeth violated your mouth, probing and nipping until you were moaning weakly into his. He broke away, looking down at you almost coldly, a hungry, mean look in his eyes as he pushed down on the top of your head.

“Get on your knees.”

The look alone sent a pleasant chill through you, much less his tone. It was a bit of a shock–Marco had been the most reluctant about the scene when you all first talked about it, concerned for your well-being. Seeing the wet spot on the tent of his pants, you wondered suddenly if this was why, if he knew he might like it a little too much. It was certainly not a problem.

The rule had been that no one could touch you–specifically between your legs, or your chest–while you were cooling down. You realized you never said anything about touching them during that time. Locking eyes with Marco, you sank to your knees obediently, licking your lips in anticipation, the action making Marco’s fist tighten in your hair for a moment.

“Good, that’s a good little captive. You belong to us now, don’t you? You’re all ours,” Marco growled, “I don’t think we’ll be giving you back to your fellow Marines. I think we’ll keep you, forever, as our personal fuck toy.”

You didn’t think you could really get any wetter, but Marco swiftly proved you wrong, your cunt clenching with need as fluid continued to leak down your thighs. The floor was hard on your knees, but you kind of liked that, the light pain contrasting with the haze of sheer want.

Marco let go of your hair in order to strip from his jacket and unzip his pants, pulling out his straining cock. “Open wide, love. Prove that this is all you’re good for.”

You’d barely opened your mouth before Marco’s hand was back in your hair and he was pushing his cock in, forcing your mouth wider as your cry of surprise was muffled. He had never been this rough with you before, and it was a side of him you hoped you’d get to see again sometime. Having not had any attention during the whole scene up until now, he was needy and eager, practically shoving his way to the back of your throat. You were almost dizzy from the action–Marco, your gentle Marco, fucking your mouth like you were nothing but a whore.

Maybe you were–the way you sucked him was more than a little depraved, unable to hide how much you liked it, messy and ravenous. He hadn’t even gone deep yet and you were already breathing through your nose in anticipation, tongue curling along his length as you went. Marco had a slight tremble in his legs, biting back moans that slipped out as terse grunts. Soon spit was trickling down the corners of your mouth again, and you didn’t bother hiding your moan, knowing it’d be muffled around his dick anyway.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Marco cursed, your only warning before he pulled your head down and pushed himself deeper, penetrating your throat, “fucking take it.”

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he entered your throat, grip in your hair deliciously painful as he pulled until your nose was pressed against the curls of his pubes. He thrusted shallowly, moans pitching higher at the sensation, and you pulled against the ropes binding your wrists, wanting to touch him, to make him feel even better.

If only someone was touching you. The thought surprised you–you normally preferred the opposite, needing to focus while you were deepthroating so you wouldn’t gag. But being used so thoroughly was making you contract around nothing, craving to be filled. Only the thought of what was coming next, and Marco plugging up your throat, kept you from begging for more.

“Five,” Izo counted, “Four…”

“Shut up–I don’t care. Fuck,” Marco groaned, not intending on stopping after three measly minutes. You wondered if he would finish right there, abandon what you had planned next. It certainly seemed that way, his control slipping as he thrusted harder and harder, tears spilling down your cheeks. You weren’t sure how much longer you were there, only that eventually the strength behind his hips was too much, causing you to finally gag. You were about to tap your foot in signal when Marco pulled out, a rope of spit connecting his dick to your lips.

Marco took a step back, a shudder running through him while you gasped and coughed for a moment. You swallowed the spit and pre-cum that had accumulated in your mouth, then tilted your head back to look up at him with nothing short of adoration. Marco was panting, but smiled down at you, wiping the drool from your mouth. “Well done, sweetheart. You ready for the next part?”

“Doesn’t matter if they’re ready,” Izo said, still in character, trying to sound cold but unable to hide his excitement. It had the desired effect anyway, your thighs squeezing together. “They’re going to take us all and they’re going to love it.”

“Please,” your beg was barely a whisper, but they all heard it regardless.

Marco helped you to your feet, and when Thatch approached you, your heart leaped to see him holding the dagger from earlier. Unfortunately, he only meant to cut your bindings, and Ace laughed at your resulting expression.

“Don’t look so disappointed,” he grinned, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. “If you want to play with knives, I’ll indulge you another time, I promise.” He bit your lower lip, drawing a small, needy sound from you, before his voice lowered. “If we include Marco, I could even cut you a little… What do you think?”

“Ace,” you whimpered, your tone telling him exactly how you felt about such a proposition.

Thatch finished cutting through the ropes, and you rubbed at your newly-freed wrists, the skin there a little raw but not too tender. Ace had tied it perfectly.

Anyone who hadn’t disrobed all the way did so, clothes discarded onto the floor or on the chairs, before you all moved to the bed. Marco hopped on first, laying on his back. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and facing his legs. Ace passed you the lube, and you took a minute to apply it to Marco, fingers gliding up and down his twitching cock. He couldn’t help bucking into your touch, trying and failing to suppress moans.

You tossed the lube aside, wiping the excess onto your thighs, before lifting up your hips. Marco helped guide you down, one hand on your hip, one around the base of his cock, positioning it against your ass. You sank down onto him with a gratified sigh, Marco gasping as his thick length breached your hole and filled you slowly, the delicate passage lighting up with pleasure.

Now seated in his lap, Marco took a few breaths before placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back until you were laying on him.

“Still–ah!” He stuttered as you clenched around him just to get a reaction, “–still green?”

“Mhm.”

In retaliation, Marco gently pinched your nipple, but it only made you tighten up again, the both of you moaning in turn.

Thatch mounted the bed next, at the foot of it, crawling between yours and Marco’s legs. There was just enough space for him to sit on folded legs, and he rubbed your thigh fondly before lining himself up with your cunt. He sucked in a breath as he parted you, biting his lip. Halfway in, he paused, pulling back out before pushing in again, this time not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside.

The noise you made was almost embarrassing, a debauched keening that could only come from being filled up so entirely. You were so full, so perfectly stuffed, the feeling of being stretched to your limit nothing short of bliss. You laid your head back on Marco’s shoulder, shivering with satisfied lust as you clenched around them.

Thatch threw his head back, too, groaning. “Shit, I can feel Marco twitching.”

You thought you could, too, though sometimes it was hard to tell if the little pulses were coming from yourself or from them.

“Here we go, love. Just relax and take it,” Marco murmured into your ear.

Thatch started moving first, slow pumps of his hips to ease you into things. But you did not want slow or easy, especially not at this point in the night. He felt so, so good inside, and yet you needed even more.

“Harder, Thatch!” You pleaded.

“No. It’ll be too much–” Thatch started to reply.

“Please!”

Thatch clicked his tongue. “Sheesh, needy little thing. Fine.”

He grabbed your hips and picked up his pace, upping both the speed and force of his thrusts until his hips were smacking loudly against yours. Below you, Marco started to move, too, working his cock in and out in perfect rhythm with Thatch. You gasped at the change, toes curling at the flood of sensation.

You reached to touch your clit, but Marco suddenly grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides. The strength in his grip only made you wetter, a jolt of desire making you clench up, your moans rising in volume.

You didn’t even notice Izo taking his place on the bed, perched right above Marco’s shoulder, until he bent over you, filling your vision, in order to kiss you once more.

“Still want to do this?” He asked, checking in one last time.

“Yesss,” you moaned, tearing up again at just how good it felt.

“Thatch will watch for your signal, okay?” Izo tilted your head back, fingers parting your lips, and you sucked on them without prompting, making him smirk. “Alright, here it comes.”

You opened your mouth, and Izo inserted his cock, far more slowly than the others had earlier. He worked his way in gently, gradually making it further and further in, keeping an eye on your body for a sign of a negative reaction. It would have been impossible to tell, though–with Marco and Thatch fucking you so well, you were twitching and arching periodically. The only thing Izo could really count on at that point was your safe signal, but he trusted you to use it if you needed to. With that in mind, he pushed further, deeper, until he was well inside your throat.

It was ambitious–minding your breathing was a challenge when you were being double penetrated so perfectly, but the two prior attempts had relaxed your gag reflex more than usual, and there was little discomfort as Izo started to thrust. Having to concentrate on your breathing only diminished the pleasure by the tiniest fraction, the nerves between your legs ever ablaze. 

With your head back, you couldn’t see anything but Izo’s lower half, but you could feel how he rested a hand on your throat, feeling his dick through the flesh. You felt another hand running down your side–it had to be Ace–and then he mounted the bed, too, throwing a leg over to straddle your waist.

This was it. You could barely contain your excitement, but in your current state, there was no real way to tell. All your noise was currently muffled, anyway.

Ace felt up your chest, groping and squeezing, before he positioned his cock in between your breasts and pressed them together. Already dripping pre-cum, he needed no lube as he started to thrust, his own noises of delight joining that of the other three. His thumbs brushed your nipples as he tit-fucked you, making you buck into Thatch and Marco.

“Look at that! All of us at the same time… You’re incredible, Y/n,” Ace praised between moans. “Even your tits feel amazing… So fucking good. So fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond, of course, but you weren’t sure you could have formed words even if your mouth was free. Spread out between the four of them, every hole filled out and more, you felt as if every nerve in your body was wired to them, to the feel of their skin against and inside yours. Entirely at their whims, nothing more than a means to their satisfaction, they used you completely and thoroughly, and it was perfect.

No one bothered hiding their noises anymore, all sense of shame long since gone, a chorus of moans and grunts and cries reverberating through the room alongside lewd, wet squelches and slaps. They were so deep inside you, your insides molded to the shape of them, and soon the heat started to build somewhere between your legs, even without your clit being touched, a song of lust that started to crescendo.

You had never cum while deepthroating before, the pleasure mostly mental on your end. But then Thatch started rubbing your clit, and you knew there was no chance you wouldn’t, the crescendo spiking rapidly toward its end. Above you, you could hear Izo’s moans stutter and pitch high in a familiar way, and when he came, he was so far down your throat you didn’t even feel it.

A few seconds later, Izo pulled out of your mouth, and you switched your breathing with a gasp. He pressed a grateful kiss to your forehead, then slid to sit on the floor, spent.

“Good, good, now we can hear you,” Ace panted, “though I kind of liked hearing you try and moan with a cock in your throat, too.” His thumbs continued flicking and rubbing your nipples mercilessly, the icing on the proverbial cake that spurred on your desperate moans.

The heat only kept building, shooting higher and higher. They were so big inside, so big and so deep, taking you like they needed it just as badly as you did.

“I’m gonna cum,” Ace whined, and when you opened your mouth in response, that did him in. He shouted as he came, spurting thick, hot ropes mostly over your neck, though some landed in your mouth. It was bitter and you didn’t even slightly care, too fucked-out to do anything but swallow in between moans.

Ace finishing in your mouth was enough to hurdle you to the edge, suddenly close, a wave at its crest ready to break at any moment. You pulled weakly against Marco’s hold on your wrists, but his grip only tightened. Clenching rhythmically around them, overcome with the need to finish, your thoughts focused once more on nothing but the end that was in sight. You barely even felt Ace dismount, nor Marco’s nibbling on the shell of your ear. Ace reached to your breasts again, pinching your nipples with just the right amount of pressure, and your peak all but slammed into you.

For an instant, you saw white. It was, somehow, even stronger than the last one. Once again, nothing existed but you and your shaking orgasm, the sizzling of every pleasure nerve in your body, the pulse of your entire being unmade into nothing but the component elements of sensation. Your cry broke halfway out your mouth, devolving into a choked sob as the other two just kept fucking you through the contractions of your walls, drawing out your climax for what felt like an eternity.

“Coming,” Thatch’s voice was strained, the fluttering around his cock bringing him to the edge. He gripped your hips with both hands, strong enough to bruise, and cursed as his hips stuttered in their pace. “Oh, Y/n!”

You couldn’t feel it, but you knew Thatch had finished once he stilled, catching his breath before pulling out. He stayed where he was, eyes fixed onto your cunt, waiting, as promised earlier, for his cum to dribble out.

You went limp above Marco, still rutting into your ass, the pitch of his moans signaling that he was near his end, as well. He let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips, bouncing you onto his cock like you were a toy. You were too fresh from your orgasm for it to feel all that good, but it didn’t hurt, either, so you just relaxed and let him get there at his pace.

Marco finished with a cry of your name, fingers digging into your hips and head thrown back against the bed. He held you there for another minute before letting go with a heavy and very satisfied sigh. You lifted yourself off of him and collapsed beside him, and for a few minutes, there was only the sound of everyone catching their breath.

“Fuck,” you said, staring at the ceiling in awe.

Ace giggled from his spot in one of the chairs. “You said it.”

Marco rolled onto his side to face you, cupping your face with both hands and kissing you passionately before he pulled away, looking into your eyes. “You’re okay, yoi? Nothing hurts?”

“My throat’s a bit sore,” you admitted. “I’m sure it’ll be worse later. I probably won’t do consecutive deepthroats like that again. Maybe cap it at two times a session.”

“Whatever you need,” Marco said. “That was… You were…”

“You were amazing,” Thatch finished for him. “Shit, I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

“Me neither,” you laughed. “I think you guys might have ruined me forever. What if I can’t cum from regular sex after this?”

Izo pushed himself off the ground, standing up and stretching. “Just come to any of us, we’ll take care of you.”

“Can you walk?” Marco asked. “Do you need any help getting cleaned up?”

“I dunno. I’ll find out soon enough. I need a minute first, though,” you said, curling up against Marco and resting your forehead on his chest.

“Of course.”

Izo grabbed the stack of washcloths off the desk, taking them to the connected bathroom (another one of Marco’s private luxuries) to dampen them before passing them out. Everyone but Marco cleaned up and got dressed, the latter staying put to cuddle you while you came down.

After a few minutes, you sat up, swinging your legs over the bed and attempting to stand. Your legs were wobbly, and you felt a little like a newborn deer, but at least you could stand. Ace joined you in the bathroom anyway, making sure you stayed upright while you cleaned up. A second outfit was waiting for you on the desk, and Ace helped you change into it.

Clean, dry, and thoroughly spent, you crawled back into Marco’s bed and collapsed. Marco, now dressed, got in beside you, spooning your back and hugging you to him.

The reality of what you just did settled in, and you suddenly laughed at yourself. “God, I’m a slut…”

“If you are, then so are we for participating,” Marco said.

You gave him a look over your shoulder. “You can say that, but you weren’t the ones with three dicks in you.”

“Four, in a way,” Ace said.

“Ace,” Izo snapped. “Not helping.”

“It’s fine, Y/n. It really doesn’t matter,” Marco assured.

“He’s right,” Thatch said. “It’s normal for pirates to sleep around, anyway. Don’t worry about it so much.”

“Alright…” You conceded.

Izo, Thatch, and Ace came to sit on the edges of the bed, the latter deciding that wasn’t enough and crawling in to lay next to your other side, though barely fitting. Caring little that his ass was practically hanging off the bed, Ace stroked your cheek affectionately before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Hey, Y/n… Thanks.”

“I should be the one saying thanks,” you mumbled. “It was my fantasy.”

“But we all really, really enjoyed it,” Ace insisted, beaming.

You smiled and buried your face into the pillow in an embarrassment that was frankly ridiculous to be feeling after all of that. You had already been exposed inside and out, in every sense of the word. Something that could only be pulled off because of your deep trust in your partners–trust that they’d listen, trust that they would never hurt you, trust that they had your best interests in mind.

An overwhelming surge of love rose in your chest at the realization of just how far you trusted them, how well they took care of you, and how much it had paid off. You were surprised to feel tears welling up, immediately biting your lip in an attempt to stop them. But then you blinked and they rolled down your cheeks, making Ace frown. “Y/n?”

“I’m good, I’m–” you covered your mouth to suppress the sob that threatened to spill out. The tears were running down your cheeks now, and you had no idea why, only that you couldn’t seem to keep it in.

The others were all attuned to you now, wearing equal looks of concern.

“Tell me what’s wrong, babe,” Ace murmured, pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, trembling, “I don’t know why I’m crying. It was perfect.”

“It was intense,” Marco said softly, hugging you a little tighter. “This is a normal reaction. Don’t feel bad about it.”

“O-Okay…”

Izo rubbed your arm, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “It’s okay, Y/n. You’ll feel better if you let it out.”

“There’s no judgment here,” Thatch added, petting your head. “You’re safe.”

Reassured, you stopped trying to hold it in and let yourself just cry. Marco and Ace held you all the while, Thatch and Izo’s hands never leaving you either. Eventually the cry ran its course, and you were left with the occasional sniffle.

Thatch brought you tissues while Izo brought you a glass of water. You sat up to partake in both, blowing your nose before draining the water in seconds.

“More?” Izo asked, and you nodded.

Marco rubbed your back while Izo refilled the glass, and when he returned, you downed it just as quickly.

The four of them whispered reassurances and affirmations: You’re not useless. You’re not a toy. You’re one of us. We respect you. We love you so much.

You leaned against Marco, feeling significantly better even though you had never really felt bad at all. “I love you guys, too. More than anything.”

They each took a turn kissing and embracing you, making you smile.

“So, uh,” you started, smile turning sheepish, “Next time our schedules line up… You know, when we’re all off at the same time–”

“Then we can get off at the same time?” Ace offered, and you giggled.

“Absolutely,” Thatch said.

“I’m up for a repeat,” Izo agreed. “How could I not be after that?”

“We’ll discuss it when the time comes,” Marco said, “make sure it goes as smoothly as it did this time.”

“I’m sure it will,” you sighed, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, “there’s no one else I trust more.”

“Alright!” Thatch clapped his hands together. “I’m going to go cook something nice just for the five of us. I dunno about you guys, but I’m famished.”

Your eyelids were already growing heavy. “That sounds good, but I think I’m gonna pass out here in a sec.”

“Go ahead, Y/n,” Marco said, “We’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

You nodded, letting yourself flop back into the bed. “Thanks…”

Marco and Ace laid on either side of you, arms finding their way around your waist and shoulders, and you relaxed into their embrace. You could feel Izo petting your head, and you smiled to yourself.

There really was no one else you trusted quite like those four:

Marco. Ace. Thatch. Izo.

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How yanderes react to the reader giving them the silent treatment

Mm interesting.

Tinkerbell(s) :

Yandere Neko Hybrid/ Leo : Are you trying to kill him? Leo thrive from your attention and affection and to suddenly went cold turkey might actually break them. Will cry and tackle you to the ground until you finally ended the silent treatment.

Yandere Playboy/ Xavier : Just like Leo, he loves it when you focuses on him. Xavier will die if he doesn't have your attention on him at least once a day. Also another one that will cry while cornering you, demanding to know what he's done. Xavi is babygirl like that.

Yandere Fictional Character/ Zen : His whole existence revolved around you and when you act like they doesn't exist, broke them on a different kind of level. He will mess with your devices, leaving texts like "I'm sorry" or "I miss you" and if you were talking to another people? Zen will delete their contacts out of pettiness.

Won't leave you alone :

Yandere Bully/ Darius : He won't notice you giving him the silent treatment at first, once he does however Darius will confronts you (like the one in you having a boyfriend) Under those angry facade he put on, you can see he was clearly confused and desperate for you to talk to him again.

Yandere Ex/ Daren : Another one who doesn't notice you giving him the silent treatment. I mean the moment you two broke up you were already giving him the silent treatment. But when he does, Daren will follow you around like a lost puppy while constantly apologizing and begging you to talk to him.

Yandere Stalker/ Sage : It's in his name, he specialises in stalking you. When you gave Sage the silent treatment, he will be upset but also he knows you can't completely avoid him. Sage will leave things you like around with a note attached "I'm sorry, I got you this for you. I know you it's your favourite :) - Sage "