'Playfully Begging for a Kiss' Headcanons - Kid Pirates, Marines
âHelp!â You shout, running over and collapsing into their arms. âItâs critical! Quickly! I needâŚa kiss!â
Kid: Itâs a 50-50 on whether heâll blush, depending on how off guard you caught him. (Heâs confident, but thereâs just something about you that makes him second-guess himself.) If heâs blushing, heâs more reluctantâheâll still kiss you, but it will be more chaste and quick. Heâll probably get mad at himself for hesitating, and then pull you into a second, more intent kiss. But if heâs drinking, celebrating, or in otherwise high spirits from the start, heâll hold you possessively and kiss you with tongue, an open-mouthed, assertive and claiming kiss.
Killer: âEh?â Tilts his mask down at you. âA kiss?â
âMhm. And quick, before I lose consciousnessâŚâ
âWe certainly canât have that,â he says, his tone amused.
He leans down and touches his mask to your face. You smooch his mask where his lips would be.
Killerâs powerful arms tighten around you fondly, and he stays like that for a second, enjoying the closeness.
(Only in the privacy of his own room, when youâre alone, would the mask come off.)
Wire: Secretly elated that you chose him, but he plays it off cool. âYouâre dying, huh?â
âThatâs right!â You place your palm to your head. âOh, the agony! The misery!â
Wire grins. âBeg me for it.â
âPleeaase,â you beg, batting your eyelashes. âPretty please, Wire?â
âThatâs my good Y/n,â he says, rewarding you with a heated kiss.
Heat: âUmâŚYou want it now?â he hesitates, much more shy than most of his crewmates.
âI need it now! Iâll die! Iâll wither!â you curl your fingers through the strings of his corset and tug slightly. âIt has to be from a handsome man with tattoos and sky-blue hair.â
âThatâs really specificâŚâ
âAck! Itâs happening! Iâm dying!â You rest all your weight in his arms, groaning and moaning in pain. âOhh⌠Need kisses⌠Wonât lastâŚâ
âOkay, okay.â He leans in to kiss you, but in his nervousness misses your lips, pecking your nose.
You giggle, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a proper kiss.
âThanks, Heat!â you singsong, slipping out of his arms and skipping away.
The kiss has stunned him in place, feeling his lips as he watches you disappear.
Koby: âW-W-What?â he says, a blush lighting up his face. Heâs holding you securely, but inwardly panicking because youâre in his arms.
âI need a kiss or Iâll die,â you reiterate, wrapping your arms around his neck. He reacts from head to toe, going stiff and wide-eyed in alarm.
Heâs the one who is going to die, he thinks. âYouâreâyouâre notâbut I!â he stammers.
âThe sea is fadingâŚI see a lightâŚâ You sag in his arms, closing your eyes.
âY/n! D-Donât do this to me! Hey!â he shouts. âI, IâŚ!â
âIf only I was so loved as to be kissedâŚâ you murmur weakly.
IF no one else is around, thatâs enough to do him in. Overcome with guilt at the idea you may not feel lovedâso long as you keep your eyes closedâheâll give you a very fast peck on the cheek, very close to the corner of your mouth like he wanted to kiss your lips but chickened out at the last second. Then heâll very carefully let you go so you support yourself, making sure youâre steady, before he runs in the opposite direction, steam coming off his head. He will not be able to look you in the eye for at least a week or two.
Smoker: Looks down at you. The change in his expression is very subtle, just the slightest tilt of his brow, but you can tell heâs amused.
âDonât I give you enough attention as it is?â he says.
ââŚNo?â You say, giving him a look. âObviously not.â
âThen I guess Iâm a bad partner.â
âYou might be, if you donât kiss me,â you smile.
He rolls his eyes, but when he kisses you itâs with a hand gently cradling the back of your head, his other hands holding his cigars away from your body.
Doll: âHmâŚI dunno,â she says. âComing off a little desperate.â
âOf course Iâm desperate! Itâs a matter of life and death!â you insist.
âOh, really?â
âReally! My head will explode! My guts will be everywhere! Itâll be horrible! Unless a beautiful woman kisses me!â
That makes her crack a smile. She glances aside. âAlright, alright. Come here.â
Doll kisses you only briefly, but itâs one that warm with her affection.
X Drake: His fight-or-flight response is triggered, and he freezes. The blush starts from his chest and goes up. He doesnât say anything, and you peek an eye open. Clearing your throat, you repeat yourself.
âIf someone doesnât kiss me, Iâll die! Terribly! Horridly!â
âBut,â X Drake finally says. âBut. ButâŚâ
âYouâre the only one who can save me, Drake!â you say dramatically.
He swallows, looking genuinely terrified by the prospect. âI, I mean⌠UmâŚâ
Youâve never seen him so out of his depth, but youâre determined to try and wrangle a kiss from him.
âI need it⌠Itâs gotta be you,â you say, looking up at him with those soul-piercing eyes. âI need you.â
He nearly passes out, his face beet red and eyes glazed over. When he gets his wits about him, heâll run away with a hurried apology of âIâm sorryâŚI canât!â over his shoulder.
Rosinante: Stares at you open-mouthed. You approached him in his own room, so the two of you are alone. You know him well enough to assume heâd never kiss you in front of the Family.
He leans you on one arm to support you, and with his other arm free, takes out his notepad, resting it on top of your head. Youâre the perfect height to use as a table, it seems.
âHey,â you protest.
He scribbles, which feels funny on your head, then holds the notepad out for you to see.
âWhat.â
âYou heard me.â You loll your head back against the crook of his elbow like supporting yourself suddenly got impossible. âI have a disease where if I donât get a kiss in the next ten seconds, Iâll wither away.â
Heâs quiet. You can spot the faintest blush creeping up his cheeks. You start counting down. When you get below five, you close your eyes.
âThreeâŚtwoâŚone.â You say. You can feel Rosinante moving, and your breath holds in your lungs. Will he reallyâŚ?
Softly, so softly and carefully, he presses his lips to yours. It feels like magic, ebbing between your lips. It lasts for a glorious few moments, and then itâs over.
Heâs looking away when you open your eyes. He gently pulls away his support, turning away. He wonât write to you for the rest of the night, withdrawing into himself, but he will hold your hand for as long as you two still have privacy.
Aokiji/Kuzan: âMy, my,â he says. âIâll never get my paperwork done with such a distraction.â
âYouâd rather do paperwork than kiss me?â you tease, knowing the answer.
âIf I kiss you, I wonât have it in me to face the paperwork again.â He touches your cheek with the crook of his finger, tracing down to your lips. âKissing you isnât motivatingâŚItâs all-consuming.â
âSo thatâs a no?â you say, looking as disappointed as you can.
âHmmâŚYouâre a bad influence, you know?â he says, angling you so he can kiss you properly.
Naturally he doesnât do any more paperwork for the day, just makes out with you in his office. If heâs not feeling too lazy he might even fuck you there, but most of the time heâll just pull you down for a nap with him.
Kizaru/Borsalino: âOhh?â he says, tilting his head. âNow whatâs this about?â
âItâs aboutâŚmy impending death,â you say weakly. âOnly a kiss can keep me aliveâŚHurryâŚâ
âAh, I see.â He takes off his glasses, pausing to wipe them when he notices a smudge. Then he puts them back on, looks down at you, remembers what he was doing, and takes off his glasses again.
âYou took too long. Iâm dead now,â you say, sticking your tongue out. âBlehâŚâ
âWell, thatâs a shame. I canât kiss a corpse, now can I?â He tries to set you down, but you lean your weight into him so he canât without dropping you.
âI changed my mind. Iâm alive,â you say quickly.
âThatâs what I figured,â he says, and kisses you.
Akainu/Sakazuki: Heâll actually do it without much fuss if the two of you are alone. The harsh lines of his face will soften when he looks down at you, a subtle show of adoration. Youâll be on his mind the rest of the day. Be warned; heâs the type to react more so in bed, recalling how cute and perfect you were with increasing force behind his movements.
Fujitora/Isshou: He chuckles, wondering why heâs still surprised by your antics, but delighted that he is so.
âMy,â he says, looking down at you fondly. âWhat an honor to be chosen for such an important mission.â He feels for your cheek with one hand, guiding himself down. For a moment he just pauses in front of your lips, fingers grazing the skin of your face like heâs committing it to memory. Then he kisses you sweetly.
Isshou is one of the few Marines who gives no fucks about doing this in front of people. Heâll kiss you in front of Sakazuki. He doesnât care, heâd much rather enjoy kissing you than keeping decorum.
Was reading your NSFW headcanons, and I saw the one saying that Elias prefers it hairy. What other ghouls would like a hairy bush? Think one that was completely unshaved, maybe even with a little happy trail?
ooooohâŚ.. i've lowkirkuinely been dying so this is short⌠but to answer:Â
nsfw under the cut!Â
TOHMA!!!!!! i know he goes lowkey feral for it. he would use his mind games to manipulate you into not shaving. he needs to explore the jungle every once in a whileÂ
and thenâŚ. towa. he loves nature after all, and nothing's sexier than a full bush. he will eat you out all day everyday and not get carpet burn because he's so in touch with nature or whatever.Â
zenji loves pussy in all forms but he will write poetry for a full bush. the wilderness has always had a tender spot in his heart.Â
lyca thinks it looks weird if you shave your coochie. he will ask "why are you bald? do you need to go to the doctor?" if it's hairless.Â
Synopsis: After an eternity spent as a hollow observer, Zenji suddenly regains his humanity and spends a night anchored to the world through the physical proof of your love
Tags: Zenji Kotodama x Fem! Reader, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Zenji is slightly OOC, Emotional Sex, Crying, Zenji becomes human, Vaginal Sex, Praise, Yearning, Confessions
Notes: Thinking of Zenji whose sense of self-control is sent flying out the window the moment he looks at you like this. Iâm not used to writing smut, Iâm sorry in advance.
The room is bathed in the warm yellow hue of a single lantern, the air heavy with the scent of his favorite ink and the faint, rhythmic sound of cicadas outside. For the first time in an eternity, Zenji isnât hovering; both of you are sitting on the edge of the futon, his weight finally creating a tangible press against the fabric. His purple locks, untied and falling over his shoulders, brushing against his skin with a softness that makes him shudderâa physical sensation he had nearly forgotten how to process.
As he slides his glasses off, his thin red eyes trace the flush on your face. Any sense of ghostly self-control tends to fly straight out the window when he looks at you like this. He began to disrobe you with an agonizing slowness, his breath scorching against your collarbone. Every time you winced or shifted, he was there with a compliment, a verbal benediction to soothe your nerves.
âTo look upon you like this⌠it is the only masterpiece I ever truly wished to see,â he murmured, his fingersâslender and calligraphy-trainedâbrushing patterns of profound love against your skin.
He leans in closer, the scent of him becoming overwhelming. His voice is no longer an echo; it is deep, textured, and vibrating against you. Zenjiâhuman, solid, and radiating a feverish warmthâbreathes harshly against your skin. You can feel the sweat from his brow dampening your temple, a physical proof of his existence that makes your heart hammer against your ribs.
He discards his own clothes with a frantic, uncoordinated grace, his skin flushed and sensitive to the very air of the room. When he sits before you, completely bared, he looks as though heâs waking up from a lifelong sleep. You reach out, your fingertips barely skimming the curve of his jaw, and you let out a broken, jagged soundâpart laugh, part sob. "You are real," you murmur, more to yourself than to him. "Youâre so beautiful..."
The sudden weight of your words has rendered him completely mute. He tries to speak, his lips parting, but his throat hitches, and only a small, shaky exhale escapes. Unable to find the language to match the miracle of your touch, he simply moves. He pulls you towards him until you are straddling his lap.
The moment your skin meets his, Zenji lets out a choked gasp. His hands fly to your waist, gripping you with a strength that is certain. He arches into you, his head falling back as he marvels at the friction, the feeling of your slick folds gliding against his length even through your panties. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his fingers spreading wide across your lower back to press you even closer, desperate to feel every inch of the contact he had been denied for so long.
Slowly, he leans down. He envelopes your nipple into his mouth, his tongue laving over the sensitive peak with a desperate hunger. The mewl you let out causes him to shudder, every moan that leaves your mouth sending shivers up his spine. He brings his hand up to fondle your other breast, his touch firm yet careful, as if heâs still adjusting to the fact that he won't simply pass through you.
The sensory overload seems to overwhelm him, and he needs to see youâall of youâanchored beneath him. His hands move from your waist to your shoulders and begin to guide you backward. He handles you like the rarest of gems, until your back meets the soft fabric of the bed. He follows you down, looming over you.
Greedy for the music of your gasps, he pries your legs apart with his knee, grinding his thigh against your pussy. He perks up at the sound of your sharp intake of breath, a hum playing on his lips even as his eyes remain clouded with a desperate, human need. He breaks away from your breast, trailing wet, scorching kisses down your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your panties. He pauses, looking up at you with those red, ink-dark eyes.
âMay I proceed, my muse? Or is the prose too bold for the evening?â
You can barely process the words through the haze of pleasure, but you nod eagerly. Zenjiâs smirk softens into something more genuine, a look of profound gratitude. Your trust is a heavy crown, but one he wears with pride.
âT-touch me, Taro⌠please,â you murmur, arching your hips. He crawls beside you and brings his forehead to yours, his skin burning against yours. His hand travels down, his fingers collecting your slickness before he begins to rhythmically circle your clit. You shiver, your hands finding purchase in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans into your neck. Gone is the ghost who watched from the shadows; here is the man who finally has the hands to hold what he loves.
âMore,â he breathes against your pulse. âI want to hear everything. Every sigh, every note of your undoing.â
He trails his lips down the center of your body, marking every inch of skin as if he were claiming a territory he thought was lost to time. He moves with a deliberate, agonizing slowness, his hands sliding down to the backs of your knees. He hooks your legs, guiding them upward until they rest securely over his shoulders. He settles between your thighs, face-to-face with your dripping heat. He looks starved. He watches the way your pelvis rolls instinctively, trying to meet him, and he chuckles.
âMy Dear, youâre so eager!â he teases, though his own hands are trembling. He places a soft, lingering kiss on your entrance, causing you to squeal. âSo sensitive⌠and so very much mine.â
His tongue slides out, lapping at your folds with a steady, rhythmic pressure. But he isn't content with just a taste; he needs to know every part of you is solid. His long, slender fingers reach down, prodding at your entrance before sliding deep inside you. You gasp as he hooks them, his fingers applying a firm, circular pressure to your g-spot while his tongue continues its relentless work. He isn't just tasting you; he is devouring the reality of you, those delicate fingers that once only ghosted over biwa strings are now sinking into your warmth.
When he finally pulls away, the slick sound of his fingers leaving you makes your head roll back. He moves up the bed to position himself, the mirth in his eyes has completely vanished, replaced by a staggering, raw vulnerability. He holds himself above you, his muscles taut and shaking with the effort of remaining human.
âIâm afraid,â he confesses softly, his gaze locked onto yours. âIâm afraid that if I close my eyes, Iâll wake up cold and invisible again. Hold me. Hold me so I know Iâm still here.â
You don't hesitate. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a desperate, bone-crushing embrace. You hold him so tight that your heartbeats overlap. His hands clutching at your back as if heâs trying to merge his very soul with yours.
When he finally enters you, the sensation is so sharp, so present, that he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck to hide the sob that catches in his throat. He isn't just seeking pleasure; he is seeking proof of life. He buries himself to the hilt, remaining still for a long moment as his body adjusts to the overwhelming friction and heat. He grits his teeth, his fingers intertwining with yours. He begins to moveâa slow, deliberate pace that hits every sensitive nerve with precision.
âYou feel like⌠everything,â he gasps, his rhythm quickening as he loses his grip on his practiced composure. He couldn't find it in him to feel guilty when you felt so good against him. His movements are rhythmic and desperate, a man trying to write a lifetime of longing into a single night. He isn't quiet. He groans your name like a prayer, his hands clutching at the sheets or your hips as if heâs afraid that if he lets go, heâll drift back into the ether.
He pounds into you, the squelch of your joined bodies the only sound he cares about now. He watches your eyes roll back, watches the way your body jerks under his, and it drives him over the edge.
As your climax hits, Zenji follows you instantly. He thrusts one last time, deep and desperate, emptying himself into you with a loud, broken groan. He came to the feeling of you clenching around him as your own orgasm washed over you. He collapses against you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in jagged, sobbing hitches.
He doesn't pull away. He stays inside you, his human heart slowing down against your chest. When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are wet with silent tears. He reaches out, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.
âI spent so long as a ghost, watching the world pass by like a story I couldn't join,â he whispers, his voice trembling. âBut tonight⌠tonight you made me a man. I love you. More than the ink loves the page, I love you.â
You look up at him, your vision blurring as your own tears finally escape. You reach up, your hand cupping the back of his neck, pulling him down just enough so your foreheads touch.
âI love you too, Taro,â you respond, your voice quivering but certain.
A soft, broken laugh leaves him, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief. He kisses you thenâa soft, salty, human kiss that tastes of tears and sweat and a decade of unmade wishes.
Hello~ Hope you're doing alrightâ¤ď¸ Can I request a reader x Subaru smut where Subaru got kinda mad/jealous because of the rumor (started by Leo lol) that the MC is sleeping with all the ghoul captains. Thanks a lot𩵠note: the reader and Subaru hasn't done that kind of intimacy before so she is surprised
Reader x Jealous Subaru
NSFW minors do not interact
âIs that the Honor Student over there?â
Subaruâs ears perk up at the mention of you.
âWhoâs she with this time?â One of the general students drawled, his tone made Subaruâs skin prickle.
âFollowing Mido around like a lost duckling.â Another of the students that stood in a tight cluster piped up.
âShe must have a death wish fucking around on an ex con like that.â
Subaru froze, he felt punched in the gut. What did they mean?
âYou really think sheâs getting it from all of them?â
âKamurai definitely, sheâs in his room ALL THE TIME.â
âShe sits on Hoshibamiâs lap at the casino, thereâs no way theyâre not doing it.â
âIâve heard she lets Isami run experiments on her.â
âKinky.â Another student snickers.
Subaruâs hands clench into fists.
Itâs not true. Itâs not true. Itâs not true.
Alan starts down a path towards the main building but you quickly grab him by the hand and point the other direction.
Something so casual as holding hands that Subaru has been so afraid to do because of his stigma, you do it so easily with another man. Could you really be doing more?
âI can see the other Captainâs, but do you really think sheâs doing the Vampire?â
âOh hands down for sure, Iâve seen him hanging on her at the Obscuary bar.â
âDo you think they know about each other?â
âNo way, thereâd be another clash if they knew.â
âDonât joke about that.â
Subaru finally gathers his courage and approaches the group. âDonât you have classes to be at?â He asks them icily
Most of the students blush and scurry off, but a few give him a smug knowing look that makes him sick to his stomach.
Subaru always thought the two of you hadnât gone further because you were respectful of his worries about his stigma. Was it really because you were being satisfied by others and didnât need him?
Dark ugly jealousy reared in him, he tried to push it down but a lot of the things the others said werenât wrong. You spent so much time with the other Captains, so close to them, letting them eat up your time and your personal spaceâŚ
You and Alan had disappeared. Were you with him for school business or were you going back to his room toâŚ
Subaru shook his head vehemently to dispel the image of you pinned beneath Alan in his bed.
Baseless rumors from gossip mongering cretins. Thatâs all they were.
***
As you sit next to him on the balcony eating lunch, Subaru studies your profile out of the corner of his eye. The dark jealousy roiling inside him, planted by the general students gossip has not subsided, but he hasnât had the courage to broach the subject with you.
If it were really true, shouldnât he be able to tell? In the way you look at him? In the way you move?
âHey cutie!â A bright voice snaps Subaru from his thoughts.
You look up, a bright smile on your face. âJo!â
Subaru feels anger and insecurity rise in him as he watches the captain of Dionysia approach.
âYou planning on coming to see our show tonight?â Joâs smile is dazzling as he looks down at you.
âSheâs busy.â Subaru blurts out without thinking.
Both you and Jo look at him in surprise.
Subaru stares Jo down and Jo gives an awkward smile. âIs that so?â He gives you a sweeping bow. âWell now that weâre open again, youâll have plenty of chances, just let me know when and Iâll save you a front row seat. See you later, cutie!â
You look at Subaru questioningly as he clenches his fists.
âIâŚI think youâre cute too!â He bursts out awkwardly.
You blink in shock as he places a hand over yours. âPlease meet me at the tea house tonight.â
Without waiting for a response, Subaru jumps to his feet and strides off, back to Hotarubi.
***
You sit across from Subaru in the tea room, watching him curiously.
Subaru has every intention of being a gentleman, of being civil and just asking you. But his face flushes and he canât find the right words.
He moves around to your side of the table and bows, forehead pressed to the tatami.
âIâm sorry.â
âFor what?â You ask confused.
Subaru sits up, taking your hands he presses his lips to your bare knuckles, letting his stigma take effect. Heâs terrified of what he might see, you kneeling between Jinâs legs, riding Haruâs face, being taken like an animal on all fours by Taiga.
Instead he sees you tired, exasperated, lonely, despairing. Running errands while you fight for your life. Alan was lost the day you took his hand, you were just showing him the way. Joâs invitation to the circus has been innocent in your eyes. Your hopes for Subaruâs invitation tonight however were far less pure.
âSâŚSuba!â You gasp in alarm, worried heâll be overwhelmed by his stigma.
âYou want to touch me.â
Your face goes a brilliant red as you try to pull your hands from his grasp, instead he pulls you forward pressing his lips against yours. He wills his stigma to quiet, trying not to invade your privacy more than he already has, while at the same time wanting to press forward and know everything there is to know about you in a way only he can.
âSubaru!â You gasp in surprise as he lowers you onto your back on the tatami, hovering over you, eyes dark with lust. âI want to touch you too.â
âIs it really ok?â You ask, searching his face, concern etched in his features.
No itâs not, you should be treated like a lady, your first time together should be special, wine, candles, music. Maybe a nice hotel room, certainly not the tea room floor. But Subaru's anger and jealousy wonât let him stop, he has to claim you before someone else does.
âItâs ok.â He whispers against your lips before initiating a deep passionate kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and his shyly slide under your top. You moan against his lips as his hands find your breasts.
Your hands move to his belt, you both wriggle and shimmy, and tug at each other's clothes, impatient to find bare skin.
Greedy, Subaru feels so greedy, wanting to touch and feel every inch of you, wanting to envelop and devour you with his lust.
Subaru spreads your legs wide, kissing up your thighs, youâre calling his name and itâs so sweet but he needs more. He whispers your name like a prayer. âLet me make love to you.â
âPlease.â You whisper back, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Subaru presses down on you, forehead to forehead, chest to chest, touching as much of your body as he can before he presses in between your legs.
You whimper when he enters you, your breath hot against Subaru's lips. Sweet, tight, heavenly warmth tightens around his cock and he almost whimpers as well.
Subaru is gentle as he moves in and out of you, savoring the feel of your body wrapped around his cock, your body pressed beneath his. You, claimed by him, his and his alone.
âSubaru!â You moan and cry his name as he makes love to you. Subaru presses his fingers between your bodies and starts to rub the little nub at the apex of your thighs. A circling pressure in time with his thrusts has you coming apart in mere moments.
Subaru watches in awe as you tense and shake, clutching him desperately.
âSuba, Suba, Suba!â You chant his name as you come, the sweet sound of your voice tipping him over the edge with you.
He should have pulled out, he knows he should have pulled out, but instead he buries himself deep inside you, filling you with his cum.
You smile at him, panting, sweaty, angelic.
Heâs going to find whoever started those rumors about you. Theyâre going to rue the day they decided to hurt you.
Author's Notes: Haven't posted any fics in a few days, y'all miss me? Enjoy this short and goofy fic. Trying out a new format! Hope folks appreciate it more!
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Summary: You managed to capture three men with a few copies of tattooed skins; two soldiers and a drooling simp. In order to learn what they know, you'll have to tease some information out of them first.
"YOU WHOREâTanigakiâhit him for me."
Genjirou hesitated, "I-I can't move my legs."
"Why not?" Sugimoto scowled.
His face flushed to all hell, he whispered, humiliated. "I... have an erection."
Shiraishi, Tanigaki, and Saichi sat lined against the wall, each of their hands tied above their heads.
"You. With the eyebrows, what's your name?"
Tanigaki offered you barely a look, let alone a response.
You marched over squatting in front of him. He turned his head looking away as you approached.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."Â
You poked a finger into his forehead between his eyebrows, turning him to face you but his eyes never budged.
"So you're the mild type, huh?" You pressed your nails into his skin as you squished his cheeks together. "How long are you gonna make me do this before you answer me?"
Ever persistent, he remained stoic.
"Maybe I should try this." You raked your nails down his neck and he flinched.
"Stop it. He's not gonna talk." Sugimoto growled.
"Are you gonna tell me his name?" You snapped.
"Never. We're soldiers. We've seen all kinds of threats. Even bigger than you. There's nothing you can do that will get us to talk."
"Fine."
"You." You snapped.
Shiraishi's ears perked up with alarm.
"What's this guy's name?"
"Tanigaki Genjirou, ma'am."
"Yoshitake you idiot!" Sugimoto scowled.
"Yoshitake huh? You're awfully compliant. I like that."
"T-thank you, ma'am!" He practically melted.
"Shiraishi!" Sugimoto whispered. "Hurryâdislocate your wrist to slip out of that cuff and help us escape."
"Oh... No." Yoshitake replied bluntly. "WHâWHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?"
"She's so beautiful and intimidating, I want her to torture me next."
"YOU WHOREâTanigakiâhit him for me."
Genjirou hesitated, "I-I can't move my legs."
"Why not?" Sugimoto scowled.
His face flushed to all hell, he whispered, humiliated. "I... have an erection."
Sugimoto looked utterly defeated, hanging his head in shame.
"When she scratched me it... felt kind of nice."
"You're pathetic masochists."
"Poor Sugimoto. You just don't understand the allure of powerful women."
"It's been so long since a young woman has touched me..." Genjirou muttered to himself.
"Shut up." Saichi growled.
"You boys weren't talking about leaving while I was gone were you?"
"N-no ma'am of course not!" Yoshitake smiled.
"Good." You kneeled in front of him, lifting up his chin. "Because then I'd have to punish you."
Steam practically shot out of his ears as Sugimoto scoffed.
"P-punish us how?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" You smiled, his head followed as you turned away.
"Would you like to see an example?"
Shiraishi nodded fervently, a perverted blush bleeding down his neck.
"Now who should I pick?" You looked across the three men, two of which looked to be on the verge of a nosebleed.
"How about you? Scar face. You talk a big game."
"You're barking up the wrong tree." Saichi smiled.
"Am I?" You cooed.
"See for yourself." He nodded toward his torso.
Intrigued, you approached, parting his jacket, splitting the buttons of his shirt to reveal his heavily scarred torso.
Both Shiraishi and Tanigaki were in visible shock, staring at his bullet and scar riddled form.
"Didn't scare you, did I?"
You looked on in quiet reverence, replying.
"How cute."
The three men both looked on in alarm.
"W-what?" Sugimoto gasped.
"I've never seen so many bayonet wounds on one man. Amazing! This bullet wound, did it pierce your ribs? How many broken bones do you have?"
"W-hatâyou're a crazy sadist!" He gasped.
You ran your finger down his chest, gliding over the scar tissue that covered his form and he shuddered.
"I thought you were just a mouthy brat, but there's a handsome man behind that isn't there?"
Saichi scoffed, turning his head down to hide his blush.
"This one must've hurt." You poked a particularly pink, fresh looking wound.
You were practically drooling now.
"Oh my gosh. You're so adorable when you blush."
"Stop it! Tease Tanigaki!"
"N-no!" Tanigaki yelled.
"I-I wouldn't mind being teased!" Shirashi muttered.
"No, I'm having fun with you."
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Hello people of tumblr, I've not been around much because my internet wouldn't let me in here and for some reason even if I get in the connection error pop up will appear... sigh anyway I managed to get in through pc with a little vpn tinkering! It's a hassle to get in so you won't see me that often anymore at least for the time being
Anyway, shirtless haru undercut, have a good day peeps đ
Like a ghoul was spending the night but then they couldnât make it back go their dorm so they ended up having n to wear mcâs baggy clothes for a sleepover. I think that be so cute!!!
Then Zenji appearing through the wall dramatically to recite poetry at the two of you for nearly forty minutes straight before disappearing again after declaring the atmosphere âdomestically radiant.â
After that came rainâviolent, pounding rain against the dorm windows that turned the paths into rivers of mud and made the lights flicker every few minutes ominously enough that even Subaru looked nervous about leaving.
âYou should probably stay here tonight,â you said finally, peering out the window at the storm. âItâs awful outside.â
Subaru hesitated immediately. âI donât want to imposeâŚâ
âYouâre not.â
âI mean, if itâs inconvenientââ
âSubaru.â
He looked at you.
âYouâre literally already in pajamas.â
Subaru looked down at himself like heâd forgotten entirely about the oversized sweater and soft lounge pants heâd changed into hours ago while studying.
ââŚOh.â
You smiled. âExactly.â
Truthfully, you didnât mind at all. Having Subaru around was easy in a way very few things at Darkwick ever were. Quiet. Comfortable. He never demanded attention from the room; he simply filled spaces gently, like candlelight.
The only problem arose approximately twenty minutes later when Subaru accidentally spilled tea all over himself.
âOh noâ no no noââ Subaru immediately stood so quickly he nearly knocked the table over, staring in horror at the stain spreading across his clothes. âIâm so sorryââ
âYou spilled tea on yourself, not me.â
âBut your floorââ
âThe floor survives.â
âButââ
âSubaru,â you interrupted carefully, trying not to laugh at the sheer panic on his face, âitâs okay.â
He looked unconvinced.
The poor thing genuinely seemed one inconvenience away from apologizing himself into another dimension.
âCâmon,â you sighed fondly, standing up. âIâll get you something dry to wear.â
âYou really donât have toââ
âYou canât sleep in soaked clothes.â
Subaru immediately opened his mouth to apologize again.
You pointed at him warningly.
He closed it.
A few minutes later, you returned holding a bundle of clothes against your chest: an oversized hoodie and a pair of soft sweatpants that would definitely be too big on him.
Subaru stared at them.
Then at you.
ââŚThose are yours.â
âVery observant.â
âYou want me to wear your clothes?â
âWell, unless youâd rather sleep damp.â
His entire face turned pink instantly.
âItâs not weird,â you said quickly.
âI didnât say it was weird.â
âYouâre making the âthis is emotionally overwhelmingâ face.â
âI have a face for that?!â
âYou kinda do.â
Subaru covered his burning cheeks with one hand while you laughed softly.
Eventually, after enough gentle insisting, he disappeared into your bathroom to change. You busied yourself fixing the blankets on the couch to give him a little privacy, humming quietly to yourself while rain battered the windows outside.
Then the bathroom door creaked open.
You looked up.
And nearly melted on the spot.
The hoodie swallowed Subaru completely.
The sleeves hung past his hands, the collar slipping slightly off one shoulder, and the sweatpants pooled around his ankles enough that he had to hold them up awkwardly with one hand. Your scent still clung faintly to the fabric tooâlaundry detergent, tea leaves, something warm and unmistakably you.
Subaru looked devastatingly cute.
More importantly, he looked shy about it.
âSorry,â he mumbled immediately, avoiding eye contact. âI probably stretched them outâŚâ
Then slowly, visibly, steam practically started rising from his face.
âIâ whâ no I donâtââ
âYou do.â You pointed dramatically at him. âYouâre all baggy now.â
âThat sentence makes no sense.â
âYouâre just like me!â
Subaru blinked.
Then looked down at the oversized sleeves covering his hands.
Then back at your matching hoodie.
And something impossibly soft crossed his expression.
ââŚWe match,â he realized quietly.
The way he said itâsmall and wondering, like the thought genuinely meant something to himâmade your chest ache.
âYeah,â you said softly. âWe do.â
For a second neither of you moved.
Then Subaru glanced down again, fingers curling slightly into the fabric near his wrists.
ââŚIt smells like you,â he admitted before he could stop himself.
Silence.
Subaruâs eyes widened immediately in horror at his own words.
âI DIDNâT MEAN THAT IN A WEIRD WAYââ
You burst into laughter so suddenly he nearly combusted on the spot.
âNo, no, itâs okay,â you wheezed, trying to catch your breath while Subaru stood there mortified. âYouâre fine, I promise.â
âI sound creepy.â
âYou sound cute.â
âThatâs worse.â
âItâs really not.â
Subaru groaned softly and buried the lower half of his face into the oversized collar of your hoodie, hiding completely while you continued smiling at him with unbearable fondness.
The sight nearly killed you.
Because Subaru always carried himself so carefully, so delicately, like he was terrified of taking up too much space in the world. But wrapped in your clothes, standing in your room with sleep-heavy eyes and flushed cheeks, he looked comfortable in a way you rarely got to see.
Safe.
And maybe he felt it too, because after a long moment Subaru quietly shuffled closer to where you stood beside the couch.
ââŚCan I ask something?â he murmured.
âAnything.â
ââŚWould it be okay if I kept wearing this for a little longer?â
Your expression softened instantly.
âOf course.â
Subaru smiled then.
Small.
Sleepy.
Beautifully shy.
And when he curled up on the couch afterward with the sleeves covering his hands entirely, looking more at ease than youâd seen him in days, you had to physically stop yourself from taking approximately fifty pictures immediately.
Though judging by the faint smile Subaru hid in the collar of your hoodie when he caught you staring again, he probably wouldâve let you.
Mostly sfw but hinted at more. Read at your own risk
With a tired yawn you made your way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you peeled yourself out of your pyjama.
You were reaching for the clothes you already folded and prepared for the day.
But as you lifted the shirt, something horrible happened.
A spider, as big as your palm, fell out, landing with a *thud on the floor.
You are frozen as you watch it slowly raise its front legs, waving them around.
Slowly you stepped back, your shirt had been dropped on the floor next to the spider.
Leaving the bathroom and closing the door carefully as if the creature would decide to leap at you, you turned around to find a way to get it out of the bath without having to smash it.
And your eyes already spotted a way to do just that.
Luffy
Rushing over to your boyfriend, sleeping spread out on the bed and snoring without a care in the world, you frantically shook his shoulders.
He had a deep sleep and wouldn't wake if you simply called him.
Stretching like a lazy cat, he opened his eyes to look at you and the big smile you fell in love with sprad over his face.
"Good morning, is breakfast already ready?" he asked but his mood quickly changes as he notices your expression.
"What's wrong?"
"There is a big spider in the bathroom." you answered and watched as he jumped up in seconds, rushing towards the bath before you could even blink.
Watching the door where Luffy just dissapeared into, you waited for a reaction.
And you quickly got it!
"Oh man! This is amazing! Oh look at it! It's so cool!" your boyfriend gushed, stepping out and holding the spider in his hands.
As he walked towards you while still holding the spider, you jumped back, holding your hands up in defeat.
"What's the matter?" he asked, halting his steps and pouting at the fact you don't hold the same appreciation for bugs and spider like he had.
"I just wanted it out of the bathroom," you told him, quickly adding "And please also out of our room!"
"Aww, maybe Usopp will like it! I'm bringing it to him." Luffy simply said, his bright smile back and walking past you with new purpose in his steps.
Halting before he could leave the room, he spun around, rushing over and pressing his lips against yours.
"Almost forgot to wish you a good morning." he laughed and finally left to give the eigh legged creature a new home.
Only now did you realize you were still naked and Luffy didn't even react to that
Sanji
Stalking back to your bed, you gently ran your fingers through the blonde strands of hair of your boyfriend, the soft touch being enough to wake him from his dream.
"I must still be dreaming." he sighed as his eyes opened , his gaze on your naked form.
"You are not but I need your help right now, please."
You have never seen him sit up so quickly, all tireness gone as he pulled you onto his lap, kissing and nuzzling against your neck.
"My angel! I will do whatever you want, I am always there for you. Let me be your prince when you need saving!"
"There is a spider in the bathroom." you simply said and his body froze.
Lifting his head to look at you, he asked quietly "A spider?"
You nodded.
"In there?" he asked again, pointing at the door.
Once again, you nodded.
You suddenly found yourself twirled around, landing on your back on the bed, Sanji on top of you.
"We simply will never go in there again, never." he stated, hugging you as if you were his personal teddy bear while pressing gentle kisses over your face.
"But my clothes are still in there!" you complained only making hearts appear in his eyes.
"You don't need them my angel."
"So you won't mind that the others would see me naked?" you asked innocently, knowing that as soon as you said this, he would change his mind.
A few seconds passed in which he was frozen on the spot, looking horrified at the ceiling as if it personally betrayed him.
With a whine, he got up, taking a few steps to the bathroom before stopping.
"How big is the spider?" he asked, looking back at you.
You showed him the size with your hands and watched him swallow nervously.
With a heavy sigh, he finally walked to the door and threw it open only to shut it close again.
A few seconds of silence pass before Sanjis posture straightened.
Rushing to the desk, he leaned down to grab the trash, emptying the few pieces of paper inside and going back to the bathroom.
A few seconds later he stepped back out, without the trash this time.
"Done, the evil beast is caught, it will be released back to the wild later." he said casually, before rushing back over to you and making himself comfortable on top of you once more.
Giggling, you kiss his lips lovingly, "Thank you."
"Anytime." he said lovestruck.
"Even if its another spider?" you asked with a giggle.
"Even if its 100."
Killer
Your rushed steps instantly alerted him and he already rose before you even reached the bed.
For a few seconds he was distracted by your naked form, his hands reaching out to take you in his arms and feel your soft skin against his rough hands.
Your hands wrapped around his neck and you made yourself comfortabl in his lap.
"Can you help me?" you asked and watched his face turn red.
"Yes!" he said excitedly, throwing you on your back and beginning to trail kisses down your neck, even biting playfully.
And while it does excite you, that wasn't what you wanted right now, although he was doing a good job distracting you, the thought of the giant spider crawling out into the room while you were doing it kept your mind from going further.
"Killer! Wait!"
Stopping he looked up at you, giving you the biggest and saddest eyes he could manage.
"I just need you to do something first, then we can continue." you said, kissing the tip of his nose lovingly.
Nodding eagerly, he waited for you to continue.
"There is a spider in the bathroom, can you get it out please?" You asked and for a few seconds your boyfriend just stared at you. But a soft smile quickly spread over his face.
"Anything for you." He said, kissing you once, twice, three times before getting up.
You watched his muscular and stark naked body as he stalked over to the bathroom. He knew you were watched, flexing his muscles on purpose for you to enjoy.
Taking a piece of paper from the desk with him, he simply picked up the spider with it.
Opening the window in your room, he simply held the paper out, watching the spider crawl onto the side of the Victoria Punk and away.
Turning back to you with a victorious grin, he watched you spread your arms wide and already rushed over to hug you tightly.
"My hero" you cooed, watching his face turn as red as his captains hair before nuzzling his face against your collarbone. Pressing open mouthed kisses against your skin he already made his way lower.
"I guess you do deserve a reward." You laughed tugging on his hair to pull him up and into a deep kiss.
Law
"Law?" you called your already awake boyfriend. He didn't even look up from his book, only humming as a signal that he heard you.
"There is a spider." You said watching his gaze drift to you and one eyebrow rise in question. "And what am I supposed to do about it?"
"Can you get rid of it? Please?" You asked, swaying over and giving him your best puppy eyes. Or rather, trying to mimick Bepos adorable begging look.
But you are no polar bear and especially not Bepo so all you got is a sigh. "Fine. But you own me one for this." He said, watching a smile spread over your face.
"Room!" He called, the familiar blue hue surrounding you. "Shambles!" A few seconds pass before he nods, meaning he took care of it.
"Thank you!" You gushed, hugging him and kissing his cheek. But as you were about to move away, his hand on your lower back kept you in place. "I can think of a better way you can thank me."
The smirk that plays on his lips made you shiver. You certainly weren't about to complain about this!
Penguin
Hurried steps brought you over to your boyfriends sleeping form. Snring peacefully to himself and oblivious to the horror you just endured.
"Pen?" You tried to call out to him but he was still in dream land. Calling out again, this time louder, you gave it another try, "Pen?!"
He turned around, not laying on his stomach anymore but now spread out on his back. But as the snoring continued, you knew he fell asleep again.
"Penguin!" You nearly shouted and finally you got a "huh?" From him.
Barely lifting his head, he glanced at you. A few seconds of silence pass before he suddenly jumped up in a sitting position, his eyes going wide as he stared unapologetically at your naked form.
"Im up!" He said, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth. With the way his eyes kept going from your face to your boobs and down to your legs and back up, you knew you must have broken him a little.
Hiding your naked self with your hands to get him to focus at least a little, you watched a pout appear on his lips but his eyes finally stayed at your face.
"There is a spider in the bathroom, could you please get it out?" You asked.
"Why don't you get it out?" He asked, yawning and already making himself comfortable in bed once more.
"Because I don't like them. Could you please do it for me?" His eyes went back to yours and you could litereally watch him go over the pros and cons of following your request.
"Pleeaaase!" You tried again, this time taking away your hands to let him view your naked form once more.
Sitting up with a groan, Penguin only clad in his boxers finally moved towards the bathroom. "Holy! YOU DIDN'T SAY IT WAS THAT BIG!" He called out before rushing back out.
"So what do we do now?" You asked, unsure of how to get rid of the spider making itself at home in the bathroom. For a moment, Penguin seemed deep in thought before he nodded to himself.
"I got it!" He announced, leading your confused self to the bed and wrapping the blanket around you. "Stay under the blanket!" Penguin warned before moving out of your room.
A few minutes pass before your boyfriend returned, this time not alone. A yawning Shachi, who seemingly just got woken up, trailed behind him, only giving you a wave in greeting while still following his friend.
Penguin bravely opened the door but took two steps back while Shachi dared to go inside. Only a few seconds later, he came back out, using your boyfriends hat to carry the spider outside.
"You are washing that!" Your boyfriend growled at seeing his signature hat getting used like that.
"Yeah, yeah!" Shachi agreed, still half asleep and letting out another yawn.
"Thank you Shachi!" You called out, giving him a thumbs up. Too bad that while moving your hand to show your thanks, you accidentally displaced the blanket and ended up flashing both your boyfriend and his best friend.
At least that finally woke up Shachi, his head now redder than his hair and not really knowing where to look while Penguin was frozen and too occupied with staring to realize his best friend also got a good view.
But as soon as he realized you two weren't alone in the room, Penguin already moved to push Shachi out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
"Now!" He said, turning to you with dark eyes. "We get to the main part!"
â "you are cursed by an aphrodisiac anomaly!! who do you ask for?"
â "shion genkai"
cw: aphrodisiacs obvi!! dubious consent due to aphrodisiac, shion typical freak, yan vibes, insane dirty talk, piv, biting & scratching oh my, choking, fingers in ur mouth, lot of saliva???, READER MATCHES SHION'S FREAK.
also shion knows what aftercare is guys. also also this is unedited ourgh
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. for the original 21 ghouls, go here!!
obligatory @vioventures tag!!
part i.
âShion, youâre up,â Jo murmurs, his eyes holding a meaningful softness.
Shion, in contrast, looks far too pleased with himself. He scrambles off the wall and approaches you in six long, quick strides. None of the other Dionysia members even have the chance to say anything before youâre swept up into his waiting arms, letting out a soft, lewd moan at the feeling of him, before the door slams behind you both.
Shion kisses you. Itâs sloppy and inexperienced, like heâs seen people kiss before but doesnât necessarily know who to do it himself. Saliva pools into your mouth and itâs unclear if it's yours or his. His laughs against your lips, hands crushing your hips in their iron grip. Your muscles strain under his rough handling, but itâs far from unenjoyable.
âOf course you picked me. Iâd scratch out the eyes of anyone else who got to see you like this,â he huffs against your mouth, panting like a dog as he crowds you up the stairs, âI want to see every expression you make. Want to see you.â
Itâs easy for Shion to get you undressed. Itâs a flurry of tearing and yanking that youâre all too eager to help him with. Your upper arms burn with the force that he used to rip your top off, but you want more. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him on top of you, his hardness pressing into your thigh.
(He was ready and willing and aching the second you moaned in his arms, receptive to him in all the ways no one else has been, embracing him no matter how many times he scares you. He wants to bend you, see how long it takes until you break and shatter in his arms, just so he can build you back up again.)
âYouâre always looking at me like that,â his chest heaves violently, eyes crazed, âBut you look even better when youâre helpless.â
His hands slide across your body, nails indenting the skin and leaving red marks in their wake. The burning sensation travels from your breasts to your thighs, and he yanks your legs open without a second thought.
âI need every bit of you,â he croons, a startling admission against his usual vagueness, but you canât comprehend much of anything at all when his breath is between your thighs, âIâll make sure you never leave. Haha! Youâll never leave me! Iâd die before letting you out of my sight ever again. Do you understand me?â
âPlease, Shion!â you pleadâ
âand his hand grips your throat, tightening just slightly against the column of your windpipe, making you choke on your wordsâ
âYouâre my wife,â Shion growls, eyes dark with desire and lust, âTill death do us part.â
You shriek as he scoops your wetness onto his fingers and presses into you, staring wide eyed at your spasming entrance. His pupils are so blown you almost canât see the soft gold of his eyes, and you shake and whine as he curls his digits.
âShion, Shion, please touch meââ you beg, hand darting down to rub at your clit, but he smacks it away and raises his upper body to hover over your hips, staring down at the bundle of nervesâ
He dives down and suctions his mouth to it almost immediately, rolling it between his tongue. His teeth nibble on it ever so gently and you nearly throw him off of you with the force at which your hips jerk toward him. Shion babbles with you still in his mouth, something about taking care of you and family and mine mine mine mine mine, fingers digging into your hips so hard you think he may just draw blood.
You cum, hands tangling in his hair and yanking him closer, crushing his skull between your thighs as he follows your hands.
âDid you justââ Shion stares at you, his expression blank as he leaves you there squirming.
âYes!â you whine, grabbing at him as if that will pull him closer again and give you that sweet, electrifying pleasure.
âGonna claim you,â Shion decides, clambering over your body, soft cock pressing against your thighs.
He came while eating you out? And heâs going to go again!?
You lift your shaking legs around his waist and try to pull him closer, whispering feeble pleas that do not fall on deaf ears. Shion grins from ear to ear, his fangs on full display, before he begins to slide into you. Your body clenches around him as if trying to keep him inside forever as his pace immediately ramps up, his hips battering your thighs.
âIâd kill anyone that touches you,â he groans quietly, pupils blown with the threat, âIâd never regret hurting someone if it was for you. Even if you wanted me to apologize I wouldnât be sorry at all. The rest of them can burnâit should be just you and me and our familyâforever and ever and everââ
Itâs so fucked up. Itâs scary.
Your hand had darted to your clit after the first sentence.
You moan and shake in his arms as his teeth slice into your shoulder, clamping down on your flesh and marking you for the foreseeable future. You scream and his fingers are jammed into your mouth, gathering your saliva and pressing down your tongue. His fingers taste like you and it makes you clench down on him hard.
You cum again and he just keeps going. Heâs fully hard again, mumbling madly under his breath, his hips going faster and faster until he bursts, yanking himself out of you. His release lands all over your inner thighs and lower stomach.
Without missing a beat, Shion dips his head down to clean it up. You shudder as his tongue and lips lick and suckle at your burning skin, the effects of the aphrodisiac fading into nothingness.
âWife,â Shion murmurs against your belly button, âTell me what to get you.â
You laugh softly, voice hoarse from all the screaming, his bite marks aching in your flesh.
