Babs!! My requests always seem to get lost in the shuffle, but I can’t stop wondering what would Brian do if he couldn’t find the chain with his cross and the reader’s ring?
Prolly him ⬆️
I don’t think he’d ever lose it because he just doesn’t take it off period 😭😭😭 like EVER.
But if the chain broke somehow during a mission, he’d genuinely start tweaking on the spot. Like he shuts down before blowing up.
That necklace represents his entire upbringing and his vows to you. He carries his entire world on that chain, and losing it would be detrimental.
Brian would come home and collapse into you. I mean on the brink of tears and mute. You’d have to console the guy for at least a week and redo your entire vow ceremony with a new ring. But even then, the original cross is lost, and he’ll still feel some way about it.
Until Tim ends up finding it in the dirt and Brian takes back every bad thing he’s ever said about him HAHAHA
pornhub.com/men tied up and whimpering and suffering
ponrhub.com/men tied up with rope over their clothes and the clothes roughly pulled aside in a few places so you can see bruises and whelts and also they're whimpering and suffering and being crushed underneath a big leather boot and somehow being both so brave and so pathetic about it at the same time
Whenever i think about how gentle Pierrot tries to be with MC despite the fact that hes a monster whos killed several and will kill again,all i can think about is how much the others are probably thinking
Hour long make out session with Habit but you’re sharing a bubble bath.
Incense lit, candles are the only light source. He’s leaning against the tub, one arm thrown over the ledge, with you in his lap. Biceps glistening, hair messy, tits covered in soap. Hashtag. I know that’s right.
Found myself reading Habit smut in this coincidentally rabbit-themed bar I had to show you.
Shoutout to @sporkdefender for writing my fav biblically accurate Habit fics. I eat them up every single time—I wanna eat that sick, deranged dog of a man…or creature, to be exact
picking up the call or keep fucking you? it's such a dumb question when both can be done.
A/N: based on this request, it was a fun one, press f for mihawk tho. i'm sorry i'm late on my usual schedule, my neck hurts like hell. enjoy the meal.☆
CW: f!reader, established relationship, specific CW are listed under each character
WC: 2k
Sabo got you in a chokehold, one gloved hand squeezing your throat, the other gripping your waist almost painfully, making you gasp and cry out with each thrust. Your nails try to find a grip on his shoulders as he pounds into you hard enough to make the desk shake, blonde hair sticking to his forehead, eyes blazing with passion. “That’s it sweetheart, taking me like a good girl,” He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day… You have no idea how many times I jerked off imagining being inside you.”
Face flushed, mind invaded with dirty pictures of Sabo jerking off while working at the same desk you’re sitting on, your wrap your legs around his waist, letting out strangled moans. Even more when he yanks up your top and bra, exposing your breasts bouncing with each snap of his hips. Sabo didn’t even bother locking the door - anyone could just walk in and see him pounding into you with all his might. He doesn’t care, solely focused on tightening his grip around your throat, kneading your breast with his free hand, gloved fingers circling your nipple. “You-” The ring of the snail phone fills the room, interrupting the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. “Just ignore it,” you mutter, knowing damn well he’s a professional when it comes to not picking up a call. But Sabo gives you a lovely smile that doesn’t match how rough he’s taking you. “Shh,” he warns, pulling out slightly and hitting your sweet spot hard enough to make your eyes roll back. He lets go of your breast, answering the call, keeping you impaled on his cock. “Koala,” he says calmly, his hips continuing his brutal pace without missing a beat. “What is it?”
You bite your lips, trying to muffle your moans, Sabo’s eyes flickering between your burning cheeks and the sight of his cock sliding in and out, glistening with your wetness. Mind hazy, you barely listen to the conversation, way too focused on trying to muffle your little whines. Koala, totally oblivious to the fact her boss is buried balls deep inside his girlfriend, is talking about mission details and reports and Sabo listens, his focus perfectly split between you and his duties. “Noted,” he replies softly with his usual warm tone. Your nails dig deeper into Sabo’s skin, your legs trembling when his hand lets go of your neck to find your clit, circling it lazily with his thumb. “Got it, understood,” he speaks softly, rubbing your clit lightly, feeling how your cunt spasms around him, the overwhelming pleasure building inside you slowly reaching the point of no return. He pulls out almost the way out before slamming right back inside you, making you cry out. “Shh.”
Desperate, biting your swollen lips, choking on your own moans, you let out other broken sounds. “Are you okay, Sabo?” He looks down at you and slides two gloved fingers inside your mouth, pushing them down your throat to silence you.
“Everything is fine, Koala,” Sabo replies with a lovely smile - as if you weren’t gagging and drooling on his glove, legs shaking uncontrollably. He continues to roll his hips, knowing you’re right on the edge, pussy clenching around him. “Keep me updated.”
“G-gonna..” you try to speak weakly and Sabo ends the call mid-sentence, not even giving Koala the chance to achieve her report. “Damn, you’re noisy, sweetheart. But I couldn’t let you cum in silence when you’re always making the prettiest sounds for me.” He murmurs, taking off his fingers to squeeze your throat again as he watches your face contort in pleasure. The second his thumb finds your swollen clit once more, orgasm hits you so hard your vision goes white for a second.
“You’re clenching around me like a vice,” Sabo whispers, your juice dripping down his length and on the desk, your cunt milking his cock so nice he inhales sharply. “Making a mess on my desk… that call really turned you on.”
ft.Sir Crocodile
CW: office sex,rough sex, domination, slight spanking, press f for mihawk
Crocodile’s rings dig into your hips, his strong grip holding you in place, keeping you full and stuffed while you squirm, nails clawing the wood of his desk. His golden hook tightens around your neck, choking you slightly each time his hips snap forward, his length disappearing inside your tight cunt. “Stay in place,” He commands firmly. “But you’re supposed to have a meeting with Mihawk, h-” You don’t even have the chance to achieve your sentence, Crocodile bends you harder over his desk, almost folding you in half, back arched in a mean angle. “And? I’m busy fucking my wife right now.” He says through gritted teeth, pulling out before slamming back in, his fat tip hitting your cervix. “And I don’t like hearing my wife saying someone else's name.”
His hand leaves your hip to spank your ass roughly, his rings making you whine in pain. Nonchalant, Crocodile takes a drag from his cigar, using the beautiful curve of the small of your back as an ashtray, watching how you jolt. Immediately, his fingers steady you again, his thick length sliding in and out you with wet, sloppy sounds, his heavy balls slapping against your flesh. “Always making the filthiest noises for me.”
Brutally, he releases your neck and your body goes limp, your face almost smashing against the desk, your breasts squishing against it. Papers scatter everywhere, the poor desk shaking and begging for mercy more than you.
Your high heels almost slip on the floor as you struggle to stay upright and Crocodile gives your ass another rough spank. “Behave,” he grunts as if he weren’t the one that pulled your shirt up enough to expose your breasts and yanked up your skirt, panties sloppily tossed to the side. “I’m going to break my ankles,” you whine but Crocodile doesn’t slow down. “The only thing that's going to break is you once I'll be done.” Your high heels continue to wobble precariously, and you hold onto the edge of the desk as you would hold to your dear life.
The snail phone that miraculously didn’t fall from the desk suddenly buzzes loudly and Crocodile doesn’t even pause his thrusts. “Pick it up,” he commands, his thick cock stretching you wide open. “Tell Mihawk I’ll be late.” He adds, taking another drag of his cigar before blowing the smoke out over your back.
“I can’t…” You wail between moans. “Answer. That is what a secretary is supposed to do.” His tone leaves no room for negotiation. Weakly, when you pick up the call, Mihawk immediately asks where Crocodile is, without bothering hiding the annoyance in his tone. “S-Sir Crocodile is…” You trail off, muffling a moan when his tip hits your sweet spot. “... busy.” You gasp, panting.
“Busy with what exactly?” Mihawk asks, suspicious. Unfazed, Crocodile slams inside you, his cock twitching. His golden hook cups your throat once more. “Tell him…” He murmurs softly against your ear, pulling out almost completely before slamming right back inside you to emphasize his point. “I’m busy taking care of important matters,”
“Busy… withimportantmatters,” you answer weakly, voice high-pitched.
Mihawk pauses, probably noticing how breathless you sound. “Really?” You open your mouth in a silent scream. Crocodile’s thick length never stops moving, fucking you so deep and making your eyes roll back. You can barely think straight, let alone sound normal, his hips snapping against your ass, sloshing noises of your wet cunt and skin slapping against skin filling the office.
Brain totally mush, unable to find a good excuse, you turn your head, looking at Crocodile, seeking for his help. “Answer,” He urges you. “Tell him I’m handling delicate negotiations.”
Biting your lips, trying to brace yourself, you open your mouth but let out a strand of incoherent sounds, Crocodile bullying your sweet spot on purpose, your dripping wet pussy making the filthiest, lewd noises.
“Crocodile. Wrap your ‘negotiation’ soon. And wash your hand.” Mihawk speaks coldly, voice thick with disgust and irritation before ending the call brutally.
When Smoker is back home, the first thing in his mind is not to take off his uniform but to feel how tight and wet you feel around him. Especially with your legs smashed against your chest, his thick length buried so deep inside you it feels like he’s aiming for your soul, savoring each deep thrust into you, the poor couch creaking and sinking under his weight. His uniform coat opened on his strong chest rustles, hanging loosely on his broad shoulders, his cigars forgotten in the astray filling the room with tobacco scent.
“Sorry for coming home so late… Work was a nightmare” Smoker murmurs, brushing your thighs. “But this fucking cunt is pure heaven…” His hips snap, setting a pace rough enough to let go of all his stress and frustration. How debauched he looks, with his pants just pulled down enough to free his hard length, his hair totally disheveled from how hard you held his head when he was eating you out like if your pussy was his first meal in months.
Pupils dilated with lust, he hits that spot inside you, making your eyes roll back and cry out his name loudly, your dripping wet cunt soaking his cock. “Always ready for me…” He whispers, watching how you’re taking him so well, every single inch. “You have no idea how much I needed this… fucking you senseless.”
“Harder,” You beg between two desperate moans. “That’s what I like to hear…” His hands grip your legs tightly, using them to pound into you with all his strength, his hips slapping against your thighs. “Fuck, look at you…” He murmurs, leaning to capture your mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing your sweet cries, his pace never slowing down.
“Open your mouth,” he commands and you obey, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, when the little snail phone in his coat pocket starts to ring. By habit, Smoker grabs it, ready to answer. “Don’t pick up the call, just keep fucking me,” you beg, but Smoker is just a workaholic, so he answers without thinking. “What?” He snaps, voice professional but thick with his annoyance. “Tashigi, what’s wrong?” His voice softens, but he keeps thrusting hard inside you, giving you deep thrusts leaving you gasping for air.
Face flushed, you try to ignore the fact he’s casually talking to his subordinate and your friend right now, but moans keep escaping you. Smoker glances at you, slowly pulling out to flip you on your stomach, lifting up your hips. With one strong hand, he pins your head against the couch cushion to muffle your moans and slam right back inside you.
Balls slapping against your wet cunt, he moves to a steady rhythm, but still, he keeps talking calmly, in control. “Focus, you don’t need me, you can handle it.” Drooling into the cushion, your nails try to find a grip, Smoker sliding deeper into you, making you whimper and whine. Eyes glued to your ass jiggling, Smoker takes a deep breath, trying his best to focus but you’re taking him so well it’s hard to not be hypnotized. “Just trust your own judgment and justice, don’t follow orders blindly,” he says, voice raspy, his cock throbbing inside you as he adjusts your position, keeping you pinned and helpless.
With each thrust, his tip hits that spot inside you, making your whole body shake under the strength of your orgasm. “Yeah, you got this. Goodnight.” Smoker ends up the call quickly, releasing your head. “How did it feel to muffle your screams while I was buried all the way inside you?” He asks, spanking your ass cheeks hard enough to leave a red mark. “You’re so debauched, love.”
Hands gripping your hips, Smoker keeps you helpless, all spread out for him, fucking you hard enough to make you cry out his name properly, clear and loud this time.
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