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Crash & Burn

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Maybe getting married isn't so bad

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Summary: You've always complained about weddings. You don't like them, you find them ridiculous. But as you attend your friends' ceremony, something inside you tightens. How will your lover react? Word count: 1000 (intro + 200 per gentleman) Personal Notes: I'm in this picture. I've told my partner a thousand times that I would never get married. And now, years later, with kids, a dog, and a house, something in me is changing... <3 Warning: All my stories are written entirely in Spanish and then translated into English, so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.

You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back the tears. It was all so beautiful. The flowers, the garlands, the music. Everything you had always rejected. 

Sitting in your chair next to your partner, you watched as the groom nervously recited his vows while the bride gazed up at him with adoring eyes. Your eyes swept over the guests. They all looked radiant. Some were smiling, others were sighing.

As soon as the heartfelt words were spoken, a couple of little girls wearing flower crowns approached the engaged couple with a small cushion holding the wedding rings. One of them tripped on the carpet. Everyone laughed warmly. You clasped your hands together in your lap and held them tightly. 

The bride beamed as her almost-husband slid the wedding ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly. As he leaned forward to kiss her, you burst into tears while the guests applauded and cheered.

"Are you crying, darling?" You felt your partner's warm hand cover yours.

You didn’t answer.

He just smiled and sighed.

How many times had he tested the waters with you about marriage? And how many times had you dismissed it, calling it just a piece of paper, an unnecessary formality, something cheesy?

The rest of the evening was a blur of joy. You were either dancing, eating or laughing. Sometimes all three at once.

By the time you returned to your hotel, your feet ached from the heels, but your heart glowed. You sat on the bed while your lover stared at you.

Shanks

“So…” he grinned and stepped closer, “did you like the wedding?”

“Yeah…” you stared at the floor.

“...But?” He ducked his head into your angle of vision, smiling mischievously.

“No but,” you pushed his head to the side.

“Ouch! What do you mean, no but? Didn't you say weddings were a cheesy thing for people with no creativity?”

“Yeah… well…” You slipped off your heels. “I liked this one.”

He laughed, “Oh yeah. You did like it. I even saw you cry!”

“Shanks, you're an idiot!"’ you threw one of your heels at him, “Shut up!”

He dodged it and crouched down, leaning on your knees.

“Oh no, I'm not shutting up until you say it.” 

“Say what?” you blinked at him innocently. 

A couple of seconds passed, but Shanks always ended up winning the silence contests.

“FINE!!!" You finally snorted "I-I want to get married, okay?! HAPPY?!”

“YES!!!!” He threw his arms in the air triumphantly, beaming and moving around the room in a ridiculous victory dance. “I knew it! I knew it! I WON!”

You rolled your eyes, already regretting everything you’d just said.

Beckman

“Doll...” he knelt in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs, ”why did you cry at the wedding?”

He knew. Of course he did. He knew you like the back of his hand.

“I just... “ you trailed off, avoiding his gaze. “It was a nice ceremony, wasn't it?“

“Yes,“ his fingers brushed your chin, making you raise your gaze, “But I thought you didn't like these kinds of events.“

You sighed, locking your pupils with his, “Yeah… that's what I thought.“ He smiled warmly at you and your heart swell. 

"Well," he rose to his feet. Your eyes went wide as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, elegant box. "If you ever change your mind…" 

"Becks..." your voice broke, "that box...?”

“Yes.”

Your eyes filled with tears. “H-have you always carried it with you?”

He gave you another smile and replied in his raspy voice. "Yes darling, just in case... You know I've always wanted to…”

You barely let him finish the sentence. You just ran to him and jumped into his arms.

Mihawk

“My dear, are you unwell?” he took off his feathered hat and fixed his amber eyes on you.

“No, my love, why?' you replied, removing the silver earrings he had offered you.

“I saw you crying at the ceremony.”

You sighed and stood up to help him remove his tie. 

“It's nothing, it's just... everyone was so happy that I... I had second thoughts…”

“Thoughts?” he took your hands in his, “What thoughts?”

“Oh nothing,” you played it down, “things like... weddings and… promises.” 

Your lover's eyes glowed. “My love... it's possible that… are you reconsidering?”

You nodded and his lips curved upwards in a blissful smile.

“Will you let me court you?” he said, soon returning to his usual serious self.

“Court me, Mihawk? When it's been years since we…”

“Shh,” he silenced you, running his fingers gently over your lips. Then he lifted your hand and placed a small kiss on it. “I'm going to find another room to spend the night."

“What?” you laughed, “Mihawk, what…”

“If we're going to do this, let's do it properly my dear," he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, then turned on his heel and disappeared.

You looked down at your freshly kissed hand. A smile played in your lips as you imagined a ring on it.

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Togame Jo has always been in the back of your mind and maybe that's why you accidentally text him instead of your best friend, otherwise why else would he show up to your house so late in the evening? inspired by @kingkatsuki adding onto a general "diary entry" to my blog .

A good finger fucking until I cry would fix me

A random thought you text to your friend before you toss your phone on your nightstand, groaning into your pillow with disgust over how horny you were over nothing at all.

It was just ovulation week of course, leaving you weepy and wet at your lashes and between your thighs. Dolphin shorts riding up as you reach for a shirt on the ground that you've stolen from your crush. The last time you'd seen him you'd gotten caught in the rain coincidentally near his apartment and so he invited you in until the storm passed, your clothes dried and neatly folded placed into a bag as he walked you to the train stop while you wore his shirt and sweats. You promised you'd return it nice and clean.

You both knew that was a lie.

Dressing quickly so you could finish cleaning up your apartment before dinner, take out on its way in about a half an hour and you needed to find your cash stash to tip the poor man when he got here.

Washing dishes, taking out trash, sweeping and even picking up your living room that was neglected through the week all before the doorbell rings.

Smiling as you go to open the door, ten in your hand, as you hum happily thinking about your favorite oversized meal. Except when you swing the door open the delivery man isn't there.

It's Togame, your crush.

He stands tall even as he hunches a little. Plastic bag of your delivery on the wrist of the hand in his pocket while the other idly scrolls his phone. Yours pings, the delivery driver sending a picture of the hand off, to Togame, and kind message thanking you for the large tip.

He looks up at you, just over the rim of his circular glasses that sit on the edge of his nose.

"Ya always answer the door like that, sweetheart?" He asks locking his phone as he looks you up and down, deep emerald gaze noticing his old band shirt that swallows your body. He isn't sure you're wearing anything underneath, he smiles and runs his hand through his hair to his undercut before he's pushing his way past you. Entering your apartment as if it were second nature and not his first time here.

Stopping in the genkan to shove off his geta that match his dark cotton samue paired with his flashy Shishitoren letterman jacket. Walking to the living room to set down the takeout on the kotatsu before the rummages through your cabinets for plates.

"Togame?"

"Yea?"

"What are you doing here?" With how comfortable he makes himself in your home, you almost forgot you barely know him and that you're dressed in a shirt you never returned, pulling down the hem a bit more since your shorts hardly cover your ass.

"M here to 'fix ya.'" He tilts his head at you, wondering why you're lingering by your entry way, "Like ya asked."

"Like I asked?" A cold sweat breaks out over your skin, prickling at the nape of your neck.

"Yea, wouldn't want you texting anyone else your problems sweetheart. Least not ones like that." He sets the two plates and two sets of utensils down on the counter while he opens the fridge. Delighted to find a beer bottle that he opens with his teeth, before bringing one of the glass bottles to his lips for a sip. Grabbing for the plates and returning to the living room to settle in. Tossing his glasses and jacket onto your bed that lies a few feet from the kotatsu looking over his shoulder while he makes your plate.

"Ya coming?"

"Togame...I-" You let out a shaky breath, there's no way you texted the wrong person. You texted your friend your born again virgin woes, right?

Right??!!!

"Shy now?" He chuckles, pulling out his phone, holding it up so you can see the message that he received and sure enough it reads, a good finger fucking would fix me.

"THAT-" You bap at his phone knocking it from his hands as if that could make him unsee it, make him forget all about your lewd request, "That was NOT meant for you."

"Oh?" His jade eyes are cat like, narrowing for a moment in an emotion you can't place, "Who was it meant for? Surely not someone from Bofurin."

He takes another swig from his bottle, long fingers around the neck that he tightens over the thought. He knew no one from Bofurin could please you the way Togame knew he could, especially not that one with headphones and suckers.

Togame would much rather you be sweet on Sako, least then he was a Shishitoren.

"It was meant for a friend! It was like- like a joke between girls." Your confession shouldn't make his cock twitch in his pants, he palms at it and doesn't bother to be subtle.

"Girls always talk so lewdly to each other?" Silence stretches on between you two before he cracks a devilish smile, patting at the spot next to him, "Come on, gotta get some food in ya."

With your heart beating on your ribcage you slowly sink down next to Togame, who puts on a movie the two of you would enjoy while you eat your meal. Splitting with him what was supposed to be your dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow.

It's comfortable, the silence and occasional comments on the flick takes some odd plot twist and for a moment you forget why exactly he showed up at your door.

Right up until the credits, where you try to rise with a "welp" as if to show him away.

But Togame wasn't going anywhere, crowding your space with little effort and it's only now you realize you practically sat on top of him. He didn't let you get up and there's no way you can escape now as his mouth hovers so closely to yours.

"Now," he purrs, hand moving to cup your mouth, long fingers digging into the fabric to touch your already wet hole, "lemme help you with your problem."

Roughly pressing his fingers into your cunt and swiping up to your clit in slow strokes and it makes you gasp. Fisting the navy blue fabric of his samue when he presses his mouth to yours. Kissing you with a mixture of rough and soft that leaves you a little dizzy. Domineering in a way you'd forgotten you liked, gasping against his mouth giving him entrance for his tongue to slip in. Slow swipes as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more all while he keeps that slow rough drag of his finger tips. Until he hears the squelch of your cunt and feels your arousal soaking through your shorts only then does he pull away as you whine.

Hooking his fingers into the waist band of your shorts and yanking them down and off of your ankles, pushing you to lean back against your bed frame as he crowds further. Palm on your pretty mound as his fingers repeat the same action, catching on your entrance that starts to flutter with each circle of your clit back down to your perineum. He watches your face, watches your hips twitch as you arch your back for him, your hands fisting the hem of the fabric at your waist.

Togame brings his free hand to shove his shirt over the mounds of your breasts, exposing your already hard nipples to the cool air of your apartment. Leaning over to lick a broad stripe making you clench around nothing as a shiver runs down your spine. He does it a few more times before he's pulling your nipple into his mouth. Shoving his two thick fingers into your tight cunt with enough force it makes your tits bounce and you moan loudly.

Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before flicking it in time with his thumb that now circles your clit. Adjusting his hands so that his fingers can touch that sweet spot and his thumb can rock against your clit with each thrust of his hand.

In just a few short strokes you're starting to see stars.

"Oh fuck oh fuck. Togame, fuck ahh." You sound better than what he's imagined when he fisted his cock to the thought of you. Your name on his tongue makes his cock ache painfully in his boxer briefs, begging to be touched but that could wait.

Biting at the soft tops of your tits, leaving hickies that you'll be finding for weeks as your head jerks back. Coil in your stomach so tight you think you might snap in half.

"Togame, don't stop, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" You sound whiny like you always do and Togame loves the sound. Lives for it and it's why he's always teasing you when you stop by Shishitoren to give the gang a lecture about not trashing the bar you work out.

It always fell on deaf ears that is until Togame made his men listen but he didn't want to think about all that right now.

He just wanted to burn the way you look creaming his fingers into his memory. Moving off your nipple with a lewd pop and silvery string that connects the two of you that he breaks with a swirl of his tongue. Looking down to see how you soak the floor and his fingers making him press into you a little harder.

"Then cum sweetheart. It's why I'm here remember?" With that you reach ecstasy, bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers with a loud moan of his name and tears collecting in your eyes, holding his gaze and if Togame wasn't in love with you before he sure as hell was now.

Watching you pant as he slows his pace just enough for you to catch your breath but let you ride out your high, loving how your cunt flutters around his fingers, trying to pull his digits back in that he steadily rocks into you.

Your manicured hands reach for his waist band, eyes trained on the outline of his long, fat cock.

"Please, 'gami." You whine, pulling at the fabric as his free hand gently pushes yours away. Green eyes tracking over pretty skin he's littered with bruises, kind replaying the way you cried out his name as he feels drool collect at the back of his throat. Pulling his fingers out until just the tips were hidden within your velveteen walls before he pushes the saliva to the tip of his tongue. Pulling his lips away from his teeth to push the spit from the wet muscle right onto your clit, not that you needed the extra lube. Messily rubbing it against the sensitive bud making you cum again with a cry and a biting grip on his forearm.

"No, no sweetheart. This is about you right now." He hums, eyes dark and trained on your face before he sets another relentless pace. Until you're slumping over and jerking back. Crying out his name over and over as fat tears fall past those pretty lashes Togame loves seeing you bat up at him when you want your way.

So into what he's doing to you he doesn't realize his boxers have become sticky until he shifts closer to you. Clinging to his skin too much for it to be only pre, turned on even more that you made him cum his fuckin pants from just your sights and sounds. Even your smell, sweet and sticking in the back of his throat making him insatiable.

"Fuck, lissen to how your cunt soundsssss." He growls, making emphases by pushing you beyond your limit so he can hear the clicking slick and cry of your cunt sucking his fingers back in when he pulls them out.

He doesn't stop until his fingers are pruned and cramping in your cunt that has been spasming non stop for the past five minutes, your throat sounds dry from your moaning and selfishly he thinks he could spit onto your tongue to help you alleviate your pain.

Looking up to see your debauched face, brows furrowed, lip pouting and tears of beyond overstimulation that makes him ease you down into slow ruts til his fingers are just in you. Half smothering you as he crowds your space, slowly pulling out his fingers and lightly tapping your clit as he leaves your glistening folds making you yelp.

Lips at your throat, leaving soft nips and nosing at your racing pulse, "Deep breath."

His voice is soft and it makes you dizzy, slowly pulling in breath until you feel a little more clear headed. Clinging to him slightly and he pulls you closer halfway on his lap so you can curl into his throat. Breathe in his cologne and hopefully think about him as much as he thinks about you.

Little does he know...

"Hmm, but you didn't get to have any fun." You pout, now real tears collecting in your eyes that have him chuckling again. Pressing his lips gently to yours before pulling himself away from you reluctantly.

"Oh I did." He presses his sensitive spent cock roughly through his pants until you can hear a muted squelch.

Suddenly there are hearts in your eyes, looking up at him and pushing him onto his back. Pulling his pants down until they sit midway on his hairy thighs, leaning over to lick the spent cum from his soft cock and if you weren't careful would quickly get hard. Your hand placed firmly on his sternum to keep him from getting up as your tongue travels to his heavy sac.

Togame just lies back, staring up at your ceiling, hand coming to circle yours until he's "clean" wishing you had texted him by accident months ago.

touchstarved! hc’s - bnha

cw: 18+ mdni. all chars 20+, afab!reader, smut

dabi

hawks

‎shigaraki tomura: pt 1, pt 2

katsuki bakugou

shouto todoroki

eijirou kirishima

denki kaminari

aizawa shouta: pt 1, pt 2

sero hanta

izuku midoriya

hitoshi shinsou

monoma neito

tenya iida

tamaki amajiki

mezo shoji

mr. compress

toshinori yagi

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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Pairing: Chobe Aza x Reader

Summary: After being sent to a deadly, monster-infested, island with well-trained samurai and devious criminals, you reunite with your one and only, Chobe Aza.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, tongue kissing, smut, oral(fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, sex outdoors, rough sex

Word Count: 2.9k

The plan was so simple. Kill the criminal you had been assigned to and meet up with the Aza brothers as quickly as possible. However, upon arriving to an island filled with monsters and mutated human-plant creatures, executing said plan turned out to be more troublesome than you expected.

Trudging through the large forest, you spotted a lake in the clearing. Rather than being muddy, murky, and moss-filled, the water was clear and blue. Almost too perfect. But with all the things you had witnessed on this island, the flawless body of water was the least shocking.

You shrugged off your clothes, opting to take a break in your search. After all, there was no hurry. You were sure that they would be fine. If you were able to adapt to the situation then your lover sure would. And assuming the two haven’t been split up, he’d keep his little brother safe just as you had during his absence.

Infiltrating the Asaemon under the guise of brother and sister. You hid him behind your last name so the connection to your troublesome partner wouldn’t be made. So they wouldn’t find out that the only reason you two were there was to save the Bandit King from execution.

You dipped your toes into the cold water before submerging your body completely. You let out a big sigh, the cool lake saving you from your own exhaustion. Even in a forest full of trees and shade, fighting criminals and monsters with the unrelenting sun beating down on you was tiring.

You ducked your head underwater and pushed your wet hair out of your face as you resurfaced. Letting go of all the tension in your body as you floated on your back. Your face, breasts, stomach, and thighs were the only parts of you that were visible to anyone outside the water.

“My, my,” you bit back a smile at the familiar voice, “is this my reward for being such a good protector?”

Opening your eyes you finally saw him for the first time in months. Battered and covered in blood, you figured that he’d been fighting just about every being on this island that he could get his hands on.

“Chobe.” Next to him was Toma, looking at everything but you with a slight blush on his face. The exact opposite of his brother who hungrily eyed you like a predator about to devour its prey accompanied by his devious smile. “Lately it seems like I’m the one who's been doing all the protecting since you had to go and get yourself caught.”

You finally let yourself smile at the man you love. Not able to hide your fondness for long given how long the two of you had been apart. And even though you figured as much, you were relieved to have the visual confirmation that they were okay. “Though it is good to see you.”

“I could make it up to you,” his voice was filled with lust. Toma took that as his cue to give you two space, making up some excuse about patrolling the area. Neither of you paid him any mind. During these past few months, he’d been able to see Chobe while you had to stay away. It was your turn to have him all to yourself. You held out an arm, coaxing him towards you. “Please do.”

He carelessly threw his clothes off as he approached the lake. You smiled at the sight of his semi hard-on, knowing it was all yours. His large hands cupping handfuls of water and wetting his face and hair as he made his way toward you in a sloppy attempt to get rid of the blood, sweat, and dirt.

Inches from your still floating form, the water stopped right above his hips. He reached out to grab your waist and pulled your body towards him. Your hand cascaded through his messy damp hair as he leaned down to kiss you. He was gentle and you felt him exhale through his nose, trying to savor the feeling of your lips against his.

You tugged his braid impatiently. You had been waiting for this for so long, you weren’t in the mood to wait some more. His hands traveled up your back, one just below your shoulders, and the other held the back of your neck. He pressed your upper body against him, kisses becoming more feverish and harsh.

You gently licked his lips a few times hoping he'd get the hint. He did, of course, being the oh-so-adaptable man that he was. Holding your head steady as he dipped his tongue into your mouth, tracing every inch of it with big swipes of his tongue. Occasionally causing your cheek to bulge out. Your skin felt hot despite the fact that you were in cold water.

After he was satisfied with his exploration of your mouth which he had mapped out many times before, you began to rub his tongue. Massaging it with your own. Straining your neck as you leaned up, trying to reach more of his tongue and mesmerizing the taste of his mouth. You whined when he pulled away creating a long spit string between your lips. Chuckling at your reaction he locked his lips with yours one more time, ending the kiss with a soft tug at your bottom lip.

You let out a noise of surprise as he picked you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the edge of the lake. “So needy.”

You scoffed, offended by his smart-ass remark, “Wouldn’t be if you hadn’t left me alone all those months. And that thing down there that's poking my ass says that you’re just as pent up.”

“Maybe,” you could hear the amusement in his voice, “Or maybe you’re just too sexy to resist.”

Setting you down above where the ground dipped, he gently pushed you back onto the soft grass as he sunk to his knees. Now submerged up to his chest in the water, his face was level to your pussy causing a swirl of excitement in the pit of your stomach. He lifted your thighs onto his shoulders, “Don’t worry, I’ll worship you to make up for lost time.”

You strained your neck to look at him. Although you knew he was right here a part of you worried that if you took your eyes off him he’d disappear again. Sensing your tension, Chobe kissed up your thigh, gently kneading the flesh at your hip. “Relax, I ain’t goin' anywhere.”

Letting your head fall back you felt him kiss, bite and suck at each of your thighs. Working you up before diving in. His sharp teeth gently dug into your thigh, cheek practically pressing up against your core, leaving a love bite on your stretch marks before turning his attention to the wet throbbing heat in front of him. He could smell the intoxicating scent of your arousal as he inched closer.

You could feel his warm breath against your cunt, his lips barely brushing against you. You balled your hands up, clenching around nothing, in anticipation. Your jaw dropped when he finally licked a stripe up your pussy.

He gathered up your juices on his tongue, humming in delight. You were perfect. Your scent, your taste, your curves, the softness of your skin. Every inch of you was immaculate and you were his. “I missed eating your sweet cunt.” You let out a breathless laugh as he lapped at your pussy like a starved man, the tip of his tongue flicking at your clit. Your breathing was irregular and quiet moans left your mouth, “Chobe?”

Your body jolted as he hummed in question. The vibration sent sparks through your lower abdomen. “Ooo, fuck.” You reached down to grab a fistful of his hair, subconsciously lifting your hips, trying to ride his tongue. “Can you, uh,” your mind was clouded with pleasure, “Can you use your fingers?” He began tracing circles around your clit with his tongue forcing a whine out of you, “Please.”

“‘Course, princess.” He let go of your thigh, gathering your slick on his fingers as he rubbed around your entrance. His tongue still working on your clit, coaxing that wetness out of you. “Probably tighter than usual since you haven’t had a dick in ya in months.”

“Your fault,” you moaned, feeling his finger slowly slide into your pussy. His hands were so big, just his fingers could leave you satisfied. He curled his finger, hitting that sweet spot as he pumped it in and out of you. Your lower body squirmed and your legs tightened around his head. “Definitely tighter, almost like you're a virgin again.”

“More,” you demanded.

“Sure you can take it?” he teased.

“Mhmm.” You bit down on your lip, feeling a second finger enter you. You felt a slight twinge of pain which was quickly downed out by the stimulation from Chobe sucking on your clit. You already felt so full as he fucked his long fat fingers into you. The friction causing your pussy to make a squelching sound which was driving Chobe up the wall.

His cock ached, begging to be touched, but with how tight you were he knew he couldn't be lackluster with the foreplay. But with the way you were clenching around his fingers, he knew he wouldn’t have to wait much longer. He spread his fingers, working you open and continuing to stimulate your clit.

The electricity in the pit of your stomach was spreading throughout your whole body signaling your incoming orgasm. “Faster,” you choked out. You'd only meant his tongue but he sped up his fingers too. Your hips bucked wildly against him. No thoughts, just focused on cumming. You were so fucking close. You grabbed the back of Chobe’s head with your other hand. Upper back lifting off the ground as both of your hands tugged at his hair, pushing his face into your cunt.

“Fuck!” Your eyes squeezed shut, hips coming to a halt. Chobe slowed down the movement of his tongue, letting you ride out your high with gentle flicks that left your lower body quivering. As your body stabilized and your breathing returned to normal, you released your grip on his hair. “Want your dick.”

He tilted his head with a smile, “You were awfully tight around my fingers. How are we gonna make it fit?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You didn’t want to waste any more time. You wanted him inside you. “Wanna be fucked, now.”

His gaze darkened with lust, lifting your legs off his shoulders. “If you say so.”

As he stood up, your eyes traveled down his wet body stopping at his cock. It stood proud and swollen, the tip was red and oozing precum, aching for some type of friction. You propped yourself up on one of your elbows and reached a hand out to gently grasp the shaft. Chobe groaned, cock twitching at your touch. You smiled softly and pumped your hand a few times. “I missed you too buddy.”

You chose to ignore the fact that your comment definitely went to his head, fueling his already enormous ego. You leaned back and spread your legs, wrapping them around his waist once he got close enough. Although it was already wet from the water, he humped his cock against your pussy, covering it in your cum.

“Ya’know, they kept my hands bound. They only cut them free when I had to eat.” He lined his dick up to your entrance. “Couldn’t even jack off. Though I wouldn't've wanted to if you would’ve just left my fuckin’ mind.” His words gave you butterflies as he slowly pushed his tip in, “Naughty girl, teasin’ me even when yer not around.” Your body tensed from the pain and your hand shot out to grip his arm, “ah!” Chobe just continued to stretch you open, “You're a fucking vixen,” until he was buried balls deep inside you.

You took deep breaths trying to relax your body and ease the pain. All the times you’ve been intimate with him, it was always a struggle adjusting to his massive cock. But this was a whole other level. Even though he was only teasing when he said you felt like a virgin, maybe there was some truth to it. “Feelin’ alright so far?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

His hands rubbed up and down your sides in an attempt to comfort you. “Move a little.” You grabbed his forearms, using them to brace yourself while he slowly pulled out and then plunged back in. He slid his hands up to your breast, gently kneading them, waiting for your next instruction, “Do it again.” He repeated the action, this time a little quicker.

“Again.” The two of you kept at it until you got used to the pressure, Chobe moving his hips just a little faster each time. The pain was starting to subside. “Think I’m ready.”

Chobe nodded. Truthfully, after months of not being able to bury his pent-up frustrations inside you, it took a lot to restrain himself. Especially with the way you were clamping down on him, your warm pussy trying to keep him inside you. He rolled his hips into you, finding a gentle rhythm. Tempted to pick up the pace he reprimanded, don’t get too carried away. Reminding himself that you were still adjusting, nice and slow.

Meanwhile, for you, the pleasure was drowning out the pain. You were dripping with need for him and his thrusts now felt far too gentle. “Harder.” He slammed his hips against yours harshly. Keeping an eye on your expression to make sure you were okay. “Faster!” He accelerated his thrusts, still watching you. Your face relaxed, melting into an expression of pleasure. Brows furrowed and mouth agape, moans falling from your lips.

Determining that you were fine, all caution was thrown out the window. His thrusts became erratic and brutal, hitting you in all the right places. His hand slapped down on your stomach grasping the fat and using it to pull your body to meet the frantic slap of his hips halfway. The action pulled a shocked gasp from you, toes curling as the tip of his cock banged against your nerves. “Please, don’t stop.”

Normally Chobe would’ve teased you for how desperate you were for his cock, most likely ending his sentence with a degrading name or two. But even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was sensitive right now too. Months without any sexual stimulation and now he was deep in your cunt that had tightened up while he was away. He was determined to draw your orgasm out of you before he reached his own.

But it seemed like your body had other plans, squeezing his dick so tight it almost felt like you were trying to strangle it. The forest was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The taste of you still on his tongue, the smell of your sex getting him higher than any drug could. The sight of his big hand grasping at your tummy fat, using it to manhandle you. The sensations were getting to him.

“Fuck,” he growled, reaching down to rub your clit. You jumped at the contact. Eyes shooting open as you whined, “Chobe, it's sensitive.”

Rather than tell you the truth that he was rapidly approaching his peak, tensing the muscles in his abdomen trying to hold back until he made you cum, he deflected back to you, “Doesn’t it feel good though.”

Trying to swallow down the noises that threatened their way up your throat as he mercilessly stimulated your sensitive bundle of nerves, you choked out, “Don’t want this to end.”

“Don’t worry,” he smirked, still drilling his cock into you, “we get our hands on that elixir and we can do this forever.”

Too fucked out to comprehend that his plan was for you, him, and Toma to take the elixir of life rather than get the pardon. All you understood was the idea of fucking him forever felt like heaven. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Fine.” You finally let yourself go, eyes rolling to the back of your head, body convulsing. Chobe fucked you through it, the grip you had on his cock had him clenching his jaw desperately trying not to cum. As your moans died down and your body went limp, he pulled out. Letting his orgasm take over, he painted your body with his sperm. Shockwaves zapping through his whole body, legs threatening to give out.

He panted, staring down at you as you gathered his cum in your fingers before licking them clean. Humming at the taste, you looked up at him through your lashes, sucking on your cum soaked fingers. He’d never had an orgasm like that, maybe the two of you would have to go months without sex more often. He dismissed the thought immediately, even if you weren’t begging him to fuck you, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist seeing you come undone on his cock.

Wrapping an arm around you, he pulled you into the water. “We should get cleaned up and find Toma.”

You smiled and kiss his cheek. "Okay,” you drawled leaning in to peck his lips, “I really did miss you though.”

“I know.” He returned your affection, nuzzling into your neck. “Thanks for waiting for me. Know it probably wasn’t easy.”

Knowing this was as close to emotional as he was gonna get today, you reveled in the moment. Gently washing each other's sore bodies, until his words from earlier finally sunk in. “Wait, you want us to take the elixir of life?”

hear me out. luffy + "i want to taste you so badly."

Synopsis: Luffy eats you out for the first time. Thats it. that's the fic. LMAO Pairing: Luffy x AFAB reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, cunnilingus, Luffy eats you like you're a piece of meat, a hint of overstimulation A/N: thank you aims for helping me get my writing juices back I love you very much ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You don’t know how it got to this point– his hands all over you, his lips bruising against yours, and your body aching to let him go further, but god, you’re not about to stop it. Not when his kiss feels like it’s devouring you, swallowing every breath, every moan, every damn thought. His hands are greedy and possessive, roughened palmes skating over your waist, dipping under your top, squeezing your thighs like he can’t get enough. It’s frantic, it’s like he’s trying to carve his name into your skin with his touch.

The counter bites into the backs of your thighs when he grabs you, hoisting you onto the edge like you weigh nothing. The moment your ass hits the cold surface, his mouth leaves yours, trailing down– his lips, his teeth, his tongue leaving a messy, wet path along your jaw and neck. Every kiss, every bite makes you gasp, makes you arch into him, makes your thighs clench around his sides with need, 

“Fuck,” you hiss when he sinks his teeth lightly into the curve of your collarbone, his laugh muffled against your skin. His hands slide up your thighs, tugging your skirt up like it’s the only thing standing between him and salvation. 

When his eyes meet yours, dark and heavy, filled with so much hunger, it makes your chest tight.

“I want to taste you so badly,” he rasps like the thought is choking him, clawing its way out of his throat. 

Your breath hitches as his hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider. You don’t even get a chance to respond because his mouth is on you again, lower now, trailing down your stomach. Every kiss feels like it's branded into you, like he is marking his territory, staking his claim. 

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, yanking them down in one motion that makes your head spin. The cool air hits you first, then the unbearable heat of his breath, fanning over your soaked folds. His nose brushes your inner thigh as he nuzzles closer, like he is savoring the anticipation. 

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you, his fingers spreading you open to expose everything to his curious, hungry eyes. He’s mesmerized, he’s never seen anything like it so close and personal, and now he’s about to worship it in the filthiest way possible. 

“So… do I just…?” he trails off, his voice uncharacteristically unsure, but it doesn't matter because the first swipe of his tongue is anything but hesitant. It's slow, it's testing, and it's enough to make your hips jerk against him. 

A strangled moan slips from your lips, your hands shooting down to tangle in his hair, desperate to pull him closer, to urge him to keep going. He hums against you, the sound vibrating against you as he does it again, this time with more pressure, and more confidence. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you gasp, your voice wrecked and shaky, your thighs trembling in his grasp. “A little higher– oh, fuck,-- right there.”

Your words spur him on, and any hint of hesitation evaporates. Luffy dives back in, his mouth moving against you with chaotic, unpracticed motions. His tongue explores you in wild, unpredictable strokes– sloppy, desperate, and so goddamn eager it makes your toes curl. He’s all over you, licking, sucking, and tasting like he can’t get enough, like he’s been starving for this and only just realized it. 

When your fingers twist in his hair, pulling him up, he responds immediately. His lips close around your clit, sucking experimentally, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that’s almost too much and not enough all at once. The sharp pull of pleasure wrenches a cry from your throat, your head tipping back as heat pools low in your belly.

“Fuck– you taste so good,” he mutters between messy licks and desperate sucks, his words garbled and dripping with awe. His voice is thick with it, like he’s lost in the act, too consumed by the taste of you to bother with coherence.

His hands tighten on your thighs, his grip bruising as he pulls you closer, dragging your ass halfway off the counter so he can bury himself even deeper. His nose nudges against your clit and applies pressure while his tongue laps greedily at the slick that spills from you. It’s filthy, the wet sounds of his mouth working against you filling the kitchen, but he doesn't care, nor does he even seem aware of anything beyond you. 

He’s clumsy, his inexperience glaring in the way his rhythm sometimes falters, or the way he presses too hard or not hard enough- but each misstep only lasts a moment. Your moans guide him, your hips shifting against his face wordlessly tells him what you need, and he learns fast. Each mistake is corrected with an almost frantic determination, his tongue and lips returning to the spots that make you gasp and tremble. 

He’s drooling, his chin slick with spit and arousal, a messy way of showing how utterly unhinged he is in his desire to consume you. The mess only spurs him on, his face buried so deep between your thighs that you can feel every breath, every groan in your soul. 

The pressure building inside of you is a slow and devastating burn, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every erratic flick of his tongue. Luffy devours you like it’s his last meal. His lack of finesse, his insatiable hunger, it is all overwhelming, and he can't help but make up for every imperfection with sheer, unrelenting passion. 

You’re trembling under him, gasping for air, the edge rushing toward you like a wave you can’t outrun. And he just keeps going, keeps devouring, keeps pulling you apart with his mouth like he’s determined to ruin you. 

You try to warn him, your voice tumbling out in a fragmented rush. “Luffy, oh shit, I'm gonna–” The words dissolve into a cry as the tension inside of you finally snaps, shattering into shards of blinding ecstasy. 

Your orgasm crashes through you, a white-hot pleasure that steals the very breath from your lungs and leaves you trembling. Every nerve feels like it's been set alight, your body bucking against his mouth as waves of pleasure ripple through you. Luffy groans low against your core, the sound vibrating against your oversensitive flesh and sending aftershocks tearing through you. He doesn’t pull back, his tongue is determined to prolong every second of your unraveling, dragging you deeper into the flames. 

Your body jerks beneath him, overstimulated and desperate as his lips close around your clit again. His tongue flicks against you, not daring to stop even as your hands fly to his hair in a frantic attempt to slow him down. “Luffy! Fuck- wait, I can't-” The words barely leave your mouth, thin and broken, your voice cracking under the intensity. 

He doesn’t listen. Not even a little. 

Lost in his own maddened desire, he seems hell-bent on wringing every last shiver, every last gasp, every last ounce of essence from you. His hands clamp down on your thighs, pinning you in place as his mouth works you over, ruthless in its hunger. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, your hips jerking involuntarily, hands tugging at his hair in a vain attempt to slow him. You’re spiraling, helpless against his eagerness to please, and it is all too much to even form a single coherent thought. 

It’s only when another broken string of pleas leaves your lips that he finally relents, pulling back with one last lingering kiss that makes your thighs quiver. His face is flushed and glistening, his lips swollen and slick from his efforts, and the pride in his dark, spiraling eyes is undeniable. 

You’re still trying to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, when your gaze drops and that's when you see it. The unmistakable bulge in his pants, hard and straining against his shorts, his hand pressed against it in slow, agonizing circles as if he's barely holding himself together. 

“Looks like someone enjoyed himself,” you rasp, the words tumbling out between breaths as you try to piece yourself back together. 

Luffy blinks at you, dazed before a sheepish grin spreads across his lips. “Couldn’t help it,” he murmurs, “you just taste so good.”

A breathless laugh escapes you, your chest still heaving as you weakly gesture toward his hand. “I’d love to help with that, but…” you trail off, laying back against the counter as you try to steady your racing pulse. “You’re going to have to give me a minute. Someone wore me out.”

His grin widens, unrepentant and unbothered as he continues to palm himself. “Okay, take your time, as long as I get to have more later.” 

It's the way he says it- so simple, so raw, still so full of the hunger that he unleashed onto you just moments prior- that makes your body ache all over again.

Masterlist

Pirates of the Caribbean

James Norrington x reader

A woman out of time (crossover marvel): pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

Elizabeth Swann x reader

Marvel

Watching him fade away (crossover The Maze Runner): pt 1

A woman out of time (crossover POTC): pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

Loki Laufeyson x reader

LOKI season 2 theory

Wanda Maximoff (x reader)

The waltz

Bucky Barnes x reader

Pietro Maximoff x reader

Peter Maximoff x reader

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Drukkari x reader

Why didn't you? pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5

American Horror Story

Murder house

Moira O'Hara x reader

Violet Harmon x reader

Asylum

Kit Walker x reader

An important phone call pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

Sister Mary-Eunice x reader

Hotel

James March x reader

Arcane

Vi x reader

Let me take care of you

Viktor x reader

Avatar the last airbender/ Legend of Korra

Sokka x reader

Zuko x reader

Azula x reader

Jealousy

Suki x reader

Sparring

Korra x reader

Asami x reader

Other:

Laurie laurence x reader

Snow storm

Help to find a fic

I can’t remember was platform it was on which is the main problem;

It’s established Bakugou x reader with developing relationship Kiri x Baku and Reader

It’s ABO and Alpha Baku pursues Alpha Kiri without checking with reader and so she gets pissed and kinda almost breaks up w them

Baku wants them 3 in a relationship but he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to actually apologize so he tries to make reader jealous by getting Uraraka to sit on his lap and wear him jacket to ‘make her realize he has options and that if she doesn’t come back she can be replaced’

Kiri gets pissed because wtaf is wrong with him and tries to talk to reader but she thinks he was in on it

Eventually she punches Uraraka and breaks her nose and when Baku tries to pull her away she punches him too

He tries to give her a scented gift as an indirect apology but it’s the same jacket he had put on Uraraka and he didn’t even wash it just tried to ‘cover up her scent’ but it just makes matters worse

He’s walking in the halls and stumbles across Present Mic and PM pretty much says that Baku is an idiot and that what he did only fucked up his relationship and that this stuff he got from his parents (via observation) wasn’t how to actually do a relationship and that is was just their kind of foreplay

Baku asks Mic for help

And that’s as far as I got and I desperately wanna finish reading it ;-;

Thinking about Bakugou x Reader X Kirishima (either established or forming relationship)

With Reader who is a damn beast on the battle field I’m talking like could and would 1v1 God and damn well hold their own,, but they hate being mean

Like anything that might sound even slightly mean will never cross their lips, or if it does they immediately start apologizing like they just offended your whole bloodline even if they just accidentally said barely even classing as rude

If someone tries to goad them into saying something mean, or if when Baku tries to get them to say even the tiniest threat, they’ll be like on the verge of tears, whining out a “no! That would be mean! 🥺🥺🥺”

They just straight up do not have a single mean bone in their body

But they could absolutely body anyone on the battlefield

Absolute beast mode

Just straight savagery

But will not even be able to mention an incorrect order

But not to worry, they have 2 boyfriends who will absolutely protect them and stand up for them and one of which will not hesitate to cuss someone out for forgetting their pickles