A.A || gn!tav || "no 'falling' in love here. he's never been in love before. best you carry and hold him through it."
Truth or dare: a way to shoot the shit and relax and be stupid and silly and have a good time without much effort. The rules were: accept the dare or answer the truth, take a shot if not.
Half the camp was in on it, settled near the campfire. Some were sitting, some were half-standing and leaning against crates instead— Astarion among the latter choice.
Said vampire was actually the target of your dare, issued by Gale (naturally). ‘Sweep Astarion off his feet’, he’d challenged.
Everyone was invested. After all, Astarion was all sharp teeth, charming/snarky words, dark humor, and confidence. No one had seen him off his game, not even when he’d been half dead or surprised by events during their travels.
People themselves didn’t catch Astarion off guard. He made sure of that.
So you sat there, thinking. Hard. Brows knitted as you mulled over how in the hells you could possibly ‘sweep him off his feet’.
You’d spent quite a bit of time, both plainly speaking and intimately, with Astarion. You knew how he was and you had heard plenty of the sweet nothings he had in his arsenal. Plenty of things he’d heard from others over his long life. At the current moment, you weren’t sure that anything you could say would do the trick.
“It’s futile, darling. You might as well just drink. I’ve never swooned a day in my life.” Astarion smirked, words full of smug grandeur. “Pretty words are just that. Words. And I know them all.”
A lightbulb went off in your head.
Slowly, you stand, eyes starting to twinkle with excitement and mischief. Egged on by the cheers of your friends, you advance on Astarion.
He doesn’t look a bit rattled. In fact, he only flourishes his arms and steps forwards to meet you halfway. His eyes squint knowingly when you open your mouth, expecting you to try and woo him.
What leaves you, however, is a grunt of effort as you hook an arm behind his back and underneath his knees before literally sweeping him off his feet. Into your arms. Like a fucking Prince or something.
An undignified sound escapes him- strangled- as he’s suddenly off the ground. His red eyes are wide as saucers, hands subconsciously winding around your neck to keep himself from falling.
It’s silent. Everyone is watching with surprised stares, not expecting that. But you? You just grin widely, clearly proud of yourself.
“Hey, Star.” You greet casually.
Astarion’s face flushes— from the tips of his ears down to his neck.
There’s suddenly a wave of cackling laughter, whistles, and claps from the others. Sounds that are muffled to him, as he’s only focused on you. And the unfamiliar fuzziness in his chest.
Thinkin’ about being in a poly!relationship with Stolitz and—
—scissoring with Stolas on Blitz’s desk.
Y’all’s boyfriend had been gone foreverrrr! You and Stolas were beyond bored, too excited for the ‘fun night’ Blitz had promised earlier.
Ever shameless, Stolas suggests a head start on the ‘fun’ since a certain imp was running behind. And who were you to deny your pretty boyfriend?
“O-oh!” Stolas was loud as ever, prompting you to shove your tongue in his mouth so quiet him. “Y/n, it’s—“
“I know.” You whispered against his mouth. Your fingers gripped at his thighs, keeping them flush against his chest, while you basically sat on him like a chair and rode him.
The sounds of your combined slick was almost obscene, making even Stolas flush. But all he did was beg for more, fingers needily grabbing at any part of you he could reach.
“Please don’t stop, you’re making me feel so good, my love..” Stolas was gasping and whimpering, kissing at you messily yet lovingly. His hips were bucking up, feathers ruffled, pupils in the shape of hearts.
Obliging, your pace increased as much as it could without slipping off due to the mess between your bodies.
Just before Stolas was about to cum, the door slammed open, startling both of you.
Blitz just stands there for a moment, eyes a little wild and his tail flicking, darting his gaze over the scene in front of him.
“That is so fucking hot-“ Blitz groaned, a sound from deep in his throat, as the door swung shut. He prowled over to his desk, eagerly crawling on top to sit beside your and Stolas’ tangled up frames. “Keep goin’.”
You took the opportunity to lean forward and sloppily kiss Blitz, murmuring your appreciation for his return. Stolas complained a little— at least until Blitz leaned down (leaving you bent in half, chest against Stolas’) and kissed Stolas too.
Blitz gripped your hips tightly, massaging the skin, as he began to move you himself; fucking you over Stolas with mutters and growls of praise and filth.
“Look at the two of you..fuckin’ messy. Couldn’t wait for me, huh? Fuuuck..” Blitz’s tail coiled around your throat. “Ridin’ our pretty boy good?”
“Uh-huh. Making him feel sooo good.” You preen, glancing down to see Stolas’ fucked out face— though yours probably mirrored his. You left a kiss against the owl’s mouth for emphasis.
Stolas smiled dazedly, eyes barely able to peek open. He was close and the tingles of heat shooting up his spine made him arch.
You and Stolas each pressed a hand over the straining bulge in Blitz’ pants, squeezing and rubbing in time with each of your thrusts.
Blitz was unapologetically the loudest, cursing out how good the two of you were. Stolas matched his pitch, breathlessly babbling out praise and begs to cum. You made some pitchy noises here and there, but kept your mouth occupied so you could listen to your pretty boyfriends instead.
And when you all came? Genuinely sounded like a porno.
The imp only laughed, not done in the slightest. He smacked one of your thighs before doing the same to the demon underneath you. “Gonna fuckin’ eat both of you out. Lift those hips up, baby, lemme get my head down here—“
Quirk Name: Emoti-Eye
Ability: The user’s pupils change shape, both intentionally and subconsciously, depending on their mood and/or emotions
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It was love at first sight, really, for Bakugo. Which was dumb to him, because he didn’t feel that kinda shit (He did). Bakugo hadn’t been paying much attention, if he was being honest, as he talked to the bakusqaud. The insult— something about ‘d-listers in general studies’— was made entirely without thought, just a dismissive retort to what Kirishima mentioned. That’s when a hand slammed against the table in front of him, furious curses spilling past whoever he’d pissed off this time. When his head snapped up to look, yell sitting on his tongue, it fizzled and popped into nothing. Because staring back at him was you, brows furrowed and a sharp scowl to boot, with your pupils in the shape of skulls. The message was more than clear: ‘the fuck did you say? Die!’. And what came out of his mouth in response?
“Date me.”
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Midoriya knows he rants. A lot. If there was a medal for talking without breathing for the longest, it would be his— point is, he’s aware of this habit and knows it could be seen as annoying. So when he pauses for a breather and realizes he’s been ranting for five minutes to his super cute crush- you- about your own quirk, he’s mortified. What if you think he’s weird?! Or a blabbermouth, or know it all, or— his train of thought screeches to a halt. You’re leaning your head on your hands and staring at him, stars for pupils, with a dreamy smile. He can feel his face heat up, probably red as a tomato, and any words to go on an apology rant are gone in favor of a pitiful squeaking sound. He doesn’t expect you to like how he prattles on or find it flattering that he’s studied your quirk so thoroughly but he’s so over the moon.
“I- uh, h-heh....”
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Denki knew he wasn’t the smartest around, but he wasn’t the dumbest, either! Some of the schoolwork was just confusing. He can’t help when his face twists with something that’s like a flashing sign for ‘what the shit am I even reading right now’. Sometimes he got a bit self conscious about it, though; He was already seen as dunce thanks to his quirk overload moments— he didn’t wanna be seen as an idiot all the time…a bout of said feelings hit while he was in UA’s library one day, eyes darting around to see if anyone was staring at him, but that’s when he saw you. A few tables over, shaking your textbook like it was giving you the wrong information: and your pupils? Swirling with confused spirals. An arrow went straight through his heart and he laughed loudly, zooming over with no regard for the librarian, excitedly asking if you could maybe work together.
“I make faces like that too! Well, not with my pupils, but ones like this! Or this!”
there's not enough fics about this man and it's a shame- also I wanna kiss his pretty face while he laughs and blushes :( || 0.4k || m.list
The first time you had the honor of seeing your boyfriend’s face, it was a quiet, rainy night on the Victoria Punk.
Even almost two months later, having Killer forgo his mask was still few and far in between— and that was fine. You fell in love with him with the mask on, and if he wasn’t completely comfortable yet, you’d keep loving him with the mask on. It was just a part of who he was.
But you adored when it was off, nonetheless. He was so pretty, so handsome…you simply couldn’t help yourself each time you turned into a googly eyed, lovesick, looking mess.
You could honestly stare at him for hours. Days. Weeks. Years. Forever, really.
Which is what you were doing right now. It was an early morning, the sun just barely peeing over the horizon, and Killer had just gotten dressed from his shower. He had his damp hair slicked back out of his face so he could apply his lipstick.
“You’re staring.” His low tone expressed how flustered he was, even with that neutral expression. If not that then the hot blush crawling up to his ears certainly did.
“How could I not?” Was your dreamy reply, dumb smile on your face. You lazily lifted a finger and moved it up and down in a ‘look at you’ gesture.
Killer made a strangled noise, large hand flying up to cover his face, lipstick forgotten.
You were still hyper fixated on it, though, getting up and helping yourself to hanging right off of his strong arm. Once you were flush against him, you leaned forward and kissed him.
Now, you’ve only gotten to kiss Killer a total of two times before now: and it was an absolute pleasure. His lips were soft and you could hear his breath hitch before he carefully reciprocated and feel his hands shake before they delicately held your hips.
He was still getting used to all this— having someone, letting someone this close. He didn’t want to hurt you or do something wrong— yet every time, no matter how much he fumbled or stuttered, you just looked so enamored. Like he was perfect in your eyes.
“You’re so perfect.” His thoughts were confirmed with one, soft spoken whisper, and the sight of your face staring up at him lovingly.
The sight of your lips stained purple was the cherry on top.
gn!nsfw; semi-public (Luffy), exhibitionism (Roger); "There’s an old saying, in country-cultured towns. ‘Wear the hat, ride the cowboy’…wonder if it works with pirates too?” — Luffy's is my favorite and I'm not sure how I feel about the other two but here it is
When Luffy catches you— literally catches you— wearing his hat, his heart is pounding in his chest and his cock is throbbing.
You’d snatched it from his head and ran, causing a chase throughout the Sunny. He was laughing boisterously, smile stretched wide. The second he caught you, you could feel his insistent bulge as he trapped you against the railing.
He fucked you right there, on the deck, with his straw hat hanging off your head— kept there by one of his large hands. The other hand was gripping your hip tightly, pinning you in place so he could drive his cock into you frantically.
“Look so good in my hat, baby, makin’ me feel s’hot ’n bothered. Feel so good, too!” Luffy was half growling, half whining, babbling nonsensical praise in your ear; you better hope the crew stays busy with their own stuff for the next few hours, because he isn’t stopping until he’s filled you up a few times.
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Shanks hates— despises — when something gets in the way of him having an unobstructed view of you while he’s fucking you. Since he was hitting it from the back and couldn’t see your face anyway, he snatches his slipping straw hat off his head and places it on yours.
“Ohhh, look. At. That!” Each word is punctuated by a thrust, spoken against your skin as his mouth brushes the curve of your spine. His hands feel like they’re everywhere at once, and when one turns your head and flicks the brim of the hat up, his lips finally meet your own. “Y’look perfect.”
Notoriously shameless and impulsive, Roger will fuck you in front of his crew without a single care in the world. If he wants you, he’ll take you, doesn’t matter who’s around.
You, mildly mortified, find your hands reaching back to yank his straw hat over his head, dragging it down your own until it covers your entire face.
He only laughs and pulls your legs up- thighs to your chest- as you're balanced on his lap. “You can hide that face o’yours all y’want. Those cheeks might be red, but you ain’t really embarrassed, are ya? Dripping too much for it t’be true.”
The only thing that you can manage is a sharp squeak, unable to refute it. Having multiple pairs of eyes on you makes your body feel like it’s on fire— but they’d never get to touch. That was something only Roger could do.
multiple one piece boys; fluff!! || where you like to [casually] touch your man || 1.2k
No matter what was going on or what he was wearing, Luffy always looked good— whether that be ‘cute’, ‘hot’, ‘handsome’, ‘pretty’ or some other flattering adjective— he was a looker. End of story. But you couldn’t help but especially love when his straw hat wasn’t on his head; watching his hair rest over his forehead or rustle with the wind always had you staring. It was an absolute pleasure to run your fingers through his black tresses to feel the softness, running your nails along his scalp to make him shiver with tingles and sigh in content. The first time, he fell asleep in your lap within seconds. He’d woken up with a plea to do it some more so he could actually bask in the feeling and from then on it was something he actively sought out. It felt so good, soothing, relaxing…whether it was just a passing ruffle or hours worth of head massaging, he adored it, and he adored you.
How could you not want to grab Sanji’s waist? He was the perfect prince charming with such a lean figure and a subtle hourglass cinch to his waist that was worth drooling over. And drool you did because goddamn, did your boyfriend deserve someone to lavish him with heart eyes and attention. You loooove to come up behind him and grip his waist, either resting there or giving it a good squeeze; it’s usually followed with a kiss anywhere you can reach, or kisses everywhere you can reach. The first time it ever happened, his nose bled like a popped vessel and he melted into your arms. Practically begged you to not let go. The action has him forever smiling and blushing, giving you reciprocal heart eyes (though that’s typical behavior when he’s around you anyway). His own hands will find yours, rubbing over your knuckles so intimate and sweet, voice a soft murmur as he gives you an adoring little ‘hi’ followed by whatever french nickname he has for you at that moment.
Zoro worked hard to obtain his level of strength and physique. You thought that dedication needed some praise: and no praise was better than feeling up those biceps. It was damn near a ritual when you slid your hands up his tanned arms, fingers dipping under the sleeves of the shirt he had on, curling around the defined and bulging muscle. Sometimes you squeezed once, sometimes you squeezed a few more, sometimes you let your nails gently sink into the skin before easing up. His ears turned red the very first time it happened, wide eyed and stunned, before he gave you his usual smirk. He’s so fucking smug when you do it now, lazy and lidded eyes watching, murmurs like ‘yeah? Like that flex?’ and other similar comments escaping him. He eats your admiration UP— but he’ll also let you see those genuine smiles and bashful looks every once in a while.
It’s your boyfriend’s fault for never wearing a shirt, and the rare times he does, Ace still has it open to show his toned chest. So, really, in your defensive opinion: he’s basically inviting you to feel him up. Which you do. Gladly. Anywhere, anytime— you slide your hands up and down his skin lazily, fingers mapping out the lines of muscles, entirely unabashed. When you first did so, he caught fire. Literally: hair ablaze, flames licking up his shoulders and blazing from his palms. He likes it a lot, maybe too much. Having you so open with your affection— your admiration, your infatuation, it’s so intoxicating in the best way. He feels so loved and seen. Even if he expects it now, he still gets all fuzzy inside and giddy, cheeks always coloring a pretty pink, but he also gives you a big grin and that lovely laugh of his.
Honestly, Sabo didn’t think anything of his looks most of the time. He knew he was considered fairly handsome and the scar over his left eye had never bothered him. But you? Ohhhhoho, you worship that man like the pretty thing he is. During quiet moments and/or downtime, your hands always- at least once in those time periods- find his handsome face; thumbs rubbing his cheeks, pointer finger mapping out all his features, grip gently curling around his jaw, tracing along his scar. He had a windows shut down moment and a whole system reboot when you first did so, stammering nonsense and staring dumbly. Now, there’s always an infatuated smile and a twinkle in his eyes to boot. He can’t get enough of the way you treat him, shown by his honeyed and sometimes endearingly cheeky murmurs during.
Your lovely boyfriend works too much and too hard. Law wouldn't know what self care was if he was given the textbook definition and a drawn diagram. So you take it upon yourself to not only take care of him but to show him some love. Like clockwork, every time you see him hunched over his desk (which is a lot), your hands find his shoulders; fingers getting a comfortable grip, massaging them, working out knots and tension…when they relax to a point you’re pleased with- and him, based on his small sighs- you slide down to his back to either rub soothingly or work your thumbs over any sore muscles. He’d like to say he was composed when it first happened, but the truth was, he completely melted into a puddle. It’s fifty-fifty on if he’ll keep working while you do so or abandon it entirely, but he will quietly express his gratitude and love for you, either way.
[longer bonus] Kid’s prosthetic arm was a source of pride and determination. It made him stronger, made him want to continue to get stronger, and he didn’t really give it any other mind past that. Until you got a hold of him. You couldn't explain it, but lavishing your soft touches to the metal was a favorite pastime of yours, whether intentional or subconsciously. Your fingers barely press down as you run them over the dips and edges of the prosthetic. Gentle, even if he couldn’t feel it. The first time (rather, the first time he noticed you doing it), he almost jerked away, unused to such affections in the early stages of your relationship…The thought of it, though, was…nice. After battling with himself for weeks, one quiet night, he finally asked you to run the motions of your fingers over his right arm, so he could actually feel it. So when you were stroking the metal limb, he could think back to how it felt, and know exactly the care you were giving him. The way your fingers gently roamed his skin made him shiver and sigh, almost reluctant to show vulnerability, but doing it anyway because…it was you. He was big and strong, like a damn tank, yet you showed him a gentleness he would’ve never known, had he not fallen for you. It was special, even if he struggled to admit any of it aloud. So now every time your hand finds his prosthetic, he’ll give you a softer look if in private or one of his smug little smirks in front of the others. He can feel it, in his mind, and it makes his heart flutter every. time.
Prismatic Vermilion Renewal #CA0123 — Monkey D. Luffy
I hate [most] bugs, but I'd grab one no hesitation if this man wanted one...with a few tears on the side, probably || 0.2k || m.list
Your boyfriend, your sweet, adorable boyfriend was laughing. At you. Something you didn’t think was funny enough for him to be keeled over on the Sunny’s deck with tears in his eyes and an aching diaphragm, but he was cute, so…he got away with it.
“W-wh— hahahaha! — what’s the matter, baby?” Luffy smiled, all toothy and boyish, as he finally straightened up. He gets real close, sliding his hands up and down your arms in a soothing manner. “Whatcha got there?”
His eyes were locked curiously on your cupped hands, head tilting this way and that.
The screwed up grimace on your face, that he’d been laughing at in the first place, tried to twist into a smile but it came out more of a plea for help. With mild disgust, you lifted your hands and opened them up.
Sitting calmly in your palm was a giant rainbow stag beetle.
Luffy immediately screeched in delight, taking the bug from you and examining it closely. “Wooahhhh! Look how big he is— the colors!! Hahaha! I love it!”
After scrubbing your hands off on your jeans, you finally smiled for real, eyes twinkling as you took in how excited he was. You might’ve hated bugs, but wow, his reactions were priceless.
“I found it just hanging out on a tree..thought you might like to see it.” A laugh escaped you, his own laughter contagious. “It kinda reminded me of you..since it’s got a lot of red.”
He wasted no time in throwing an arm around you, coiling the rubbery limb a few times for good measure, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best, I love you soooo much!” Luffy’s nose rubbed against yours, “Wanna hear some cool things about it?!”
nsfw; fem!reader, cuckholding || 1.k || what gets your bf to share you with his friends??
Bf!Sanji + Zoro — sharing is not caring: it’s pure spite on your boyfriend's part, honestly. He takes a lot of pride in having you as his and he is completely shameless when it comes to how you make him feel, in and out of the bedroom. So when the swordsman makes a snide remark about overhearing Sanji’s not-so-subtle whining/begging, well…he just challenges him to ‘fuck around and find out’.
“H-hah…fuuuuck.” Zoro’s head was thrown back onto the pillow, fists tight around the sheets since Sanji forbade him from actually touching you.
Sanji himself was seated across the room, lounged back with an infuriatingly (to Zoro) smug smirk on his face. “Lean back a little, baby, tilt those hips up…yeahh, like that.”
Eagerly following your boyfriend’s orders, the position made Zoro’s cock slide even deeper, causing the green-haired male to gasp.
“Just like that, c’mon, faster—“ he grunted, bucking his hips up. From his seat, Sanji scoffed, almost genuinely offended.
“Women shouldn’t be ordered around, especially not ma cherie. Beg her, stupid mosshead.”
Zoro would’ve refused. He did not beg— but you felt like fucking heaven and his orgasm was building in a way like nothing he’d ever felt before.
So you had Roronoa Zoro begging you to keep fucking him.
“Fuck, y/n, don’t stop— please, keep ridin’ me just like that, a little faster, please, please!” He was grunting, moaning, whimpering, and whining. He understood how you had Sanji acting like a depraved mess for you: you were a goddamn Angel or something.
“Lemme touch, ff—god, fuck, please let me touch, s’fucking close, g’na cum.” He didn’t exactly wait for permission, especially not Sanji’s; he couldn’t help it, he was still Zoro after all. His hands gripped your hips tightly and pulled you flush against him, raising you off the bed slightly as he came inside.
Sanji wasn’t thrilled at that, but he decided to overlook it. He’d just have Zoro clean it all up with his tongue…after begging for it, of course.
Bf!Luffy + Law — sharing is caring and Luffy cares a whole bunch! Your cheery boyfriend is laid back and rather emotionally perceptive. It doesn’t take a genius to realize Trafalgar Law’s habit of not taking care of himself when he allies with the crew. And Luffy thinks that’s no good! He knows you always make him feel good, so he’s presenting you to his friend with a wide smile.
“I-I’m still not really sure about-“ Law’s attempt at keeping composure breaks with a little groan, body tensing then melting within seconds.
He’d never been intimate with anyone, but even if he had, he’s sure no other person would be as attentive and caring as you.
You were bobbing your head along his cock at a steady pace, mouth gentle and not overwhelming, eager eyes locked on his every facial change.
“Y’really pretty.” You mumbled when you came up to tease the tip, much to the horror of his now flamingly-flustered self.
Luffy laughed and kicked his feet joyfully, watching with focused eyes. “Traffy’s still a little tense…make him cum, already!”
Law wasn’t ready for you to swallow him all down so suddenly, making a choked shout leave him as his hips bucked uncontrollably. He felt so dizzy with pleasure, fucking your mouth shallowly as Luffy himself guided your head.
“Feeling relaxed? Mouth’s s’warm and good, knew she’d make you feel like that. Y’look like you're close..can see you trembling, Traffy. Do that thing with y’r tongue, baby, make him finish.”
Your mouth paired with Luffy’s casual commentary made Law’s core tighten and burn— and before he could even choke out a warning, he was cumming harder than he ever had with his hand.
You swallowed it all down, sticking your tongue out to show him (to which he gave a strangled, cute, noise). Both of you let your chests heave for air until your breathing steadied, but by then, Luffy had another idea.
“Her cunt is pretty great, too. Let’s do that next.”
Bf!Shanks + Buggy — sharing is caring but only with certain people, you know? When Shanks ran into the clown, he was thrilled, much to Buggy’s dismay (and secret enjoyment). And what better way to tell your old best friend ‘it’s really good to see you’ than letting your girlfriend take his virginity?? Flashily.
Spread out on your boyfriend’s lap, back flush to his chest, was a position you were very familiar with. But this time, Buggy— who you’d just met a few hours ago— was directly in front of you, squirming- red faced- and panting.
And his disembodied cock was inside of you.
Buggy had been flabbergasted when Shanks casually suggested it, I mean, who thinks to use their powers that way?! That red haired pervert! But it was oddly appealing and Buggy was hot and bothered at the idea, so…here he is.
He couldn’t hide how good it felt. Buggy had always been a loud mouthed man and god was he loud. “Uhnnghh, fuck, s’tight ‘n warm, feels good, n-need t’go faster, harder—“
You thought Buggy was adorable. Encouraged by the low chuckles Shanks was breathing against your ear, you reached down and gripped the base of Buggy's lone cock, using it much like a dildo. Faster. Harder. Just like he’d wanted.
Shanks barked out a hearty laugh when Buggy cried out and bucked his hips against nothing at the sensation, lazily playing with your tits. “Amazing, innit she? My girl.”
“Ffu-uck you-“ Buggy gritted before whimpering, hands detaching and flying over to replace yours, fucking you himself again. “O-oh..she’s perfect..hnnng..”
With his body left just lying there thanks to his limbs doing their own thing, you leaned forward out of Shanks’ lap and pressed your mouth to Buggy’s sloppily, stroking his blue hair that had been broken free of its ponytail.
“Y’feel s’good, Buggy.” your whisper was a little whiny to match his own voice, free hand cupping his jaw. “‘N y’r s’pretty, too..sound so cute..”
He was on cloud fucking nine and absolutely ruined.
“Lemme cum inside, please, ‘m s’close, need it inside, don’t make me stop!” He gasped, eyes rolling back when you clenched around him tighter than before. He shifted his cock to keep pounding at that one spot inside of you.
Both of you were moaning and whimpering messes by then, your frame slumped over Buggy’s with only your hips raised, thanks to your boyfriend’s grip, to leave Buggy room to fuck into you at the frantic pace he was using.
“Don’t gotta ask for permission! Can’t you see how much she wants it?” Shanks laughed again, smacking your ass. He watched with a sly grin as you both hit your highs, latched onto each other like glue.
When Buggy came down, feeling his cum dripping out of your cunt and splattering his abdomen, he practically had stars for eyes.
Buggy limped, shoes dragging along the flooring, as he followed behind you— or at least, half of him. His beaten and disembodied head was being cradled carefully in your grasp.
He’d damn near burst into tears when you interrupted the torment of Sir Crocodile and Dracule Mihawk, taking him away with your much gentler hands. He still thinks he might with how sweet you were— always were— being to him.
“It’s okay.” You whispered to him, stroking his long, tangled hair. To his relief, you ignored his pitiful whimper. “I’ve got you, Bugs.”
It was quiet, after that, as you took care of him. Cleaning his face to take the blood and face paint off, brushing his hair, kissing his bruises and welts. You did it all, with a smile the entire time, and a look in your eyes that almost made him think you were in pain too, just from seeing him like that.
Your fingers caressed his jaw. “Look at you…still so handsome, even without that pretty makeup of yours.” For the nth time, you kissed over his injuries.
He wanted to speak. To either deny your claims and tell you to quit mocking him (he knows you’d never) or to boast and brag about how of course you think he’s good looking.
But the only thing that came out was a croak of your name. It was small and broken— a silent plea to not leave him, don’t stop loving him, please keep taking care of him.
He needed you. He didn’t have to say it for you to know.
So you laid there with him, letting his body rest boneless against yours, his head in your neck. You let whispers of love and praise and reassurance spill from your lips, using them to occasionally kiss his forehead.
The world might not’ve loved Buggy the Clown— but you did.
Donquixote Rosinante - Corazón; nsfw, fem!reader, size kink!!! || 0.3k || I want to simultaneously snuggle/love on/cherish this man AND have him absolutely ruin me || ⁺ ᵐʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ⁿᶦᶜᵏⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᶦᵐ ᶦˢ 'ᴿᵒˢᵃ' ˢᵒ ᴵ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶦᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ⁻ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶦⁿ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ <3
You felt small.
You always felt small around Rosinante but that feeling multiplied when he had you laying back on the bed, his large frame hovering and caging you in.
But it was a feeling you loved— safe and protected underneath him as he blocked the rest of the world off. All that remained, there, was each other.
“Perfect, mi amor— fuck.” Corazón rasped, grunting as the muscles in his forearms flexed and strained with the effort it took to hold back. He didn’t want to hurt you, never hurt. “So fucking tight, shiiit..”
A breathy murmur of his name leaves your lips, slight furrow to your brow, as you try to push your hips down. He stops you, again- just like he did the last few times- making you whine.
He almost whines back. “No, baby. Patience…gonna hurt yourself, lemme work it in slow..slow…”
“I can take it, Rosa, please! Wan’ all of you.” He was only half way in right now and you were already bordering on being fucked out, but you needed him. “Rosa…c’mon..gi’me more. Jus’ a little..”
Gods, he could never deny you anything. With a downright sinful ‘ugh, fuck’, he grips the fat of your thighs, sliding his hands to the underside of them, and pushes until you’re locked in a mating press.
He tilts his hips up— another inch, and another, and another, not stopping. Rosinante is spurred on by your whiny, desperate sounds. The little ‘yeah’s and ‘feels good’s.
You always sound so pretty for him, look so pretty for him. Praises fall past his lips, husky and eager. And when he bottoms out, his pelvis grinding against your clit, he moans.
“That’s it, goddamn, mi vida. Takin’ all a’me like that, Te amo— te amo tanto. Gonna ruin this pretty cunt, fill you s’fucking full, give you everything I have.”
Omfg I LOVEEEE Our Life!! I'm so glad to see that people still play that game haha. Cove is and always will be so so precious to me, and I've gotta be honest, I replay that game and all its extra content at least once a year. I'll always have a soft spot for Derek though <3
I was surprised when I found out it came out years ago!!! I hadn’t seen anything about it until recently when my tiktok algorithm shoved a bunch of visual novels at me— but it’s soooo good, I could rant about it for hours, akshskdlshdlf it found an immediate and permanent place in my heart.
I’ve definitely played it over and over since I got it— love all three of the boys <33
gn!nsfw; infidelity (not against reader) || "yeah, I love my brother, but no one said I was a good brother."
Boyfriend’s Older Brother!Touya who is in absolute awe when Natsuo brings you home for the holidays and knows as soon as he sees you smile so sweetly at him that he needs to have you for himself
Boyfriend’s Older Brother!Touya who starts out by just placing his hand over the small of your back in passing or brushing his fingers over yours while talking, but he can’t help himself when he encases your hips with both hands- tightly -after you trip a few days into your stay, and the small whimper that leaves you when he does sends him reeling
Boyfriend’s Older Brother!Touya who catches you up late one night at the end of your first week there and invites you back to his room, but you don’t even make it to the hallway before he’s got his lips connected to yours, and now you’re stumbling and trying to make it to his room without breaking the kiss for more than a couple seconds or being heard
Boyfriend’s Older Brother!Touya who can’t help the unabashed moans he’s letting out as he’s fucking you, keeping his mouth glued to yours because kissing you is better than he ever fantasized; he’s got you in all sorts of positions for the entire night, not stopping until dawn breaks, and even then he’s got you curled up by his side, naked body sleeping snugly against him because now that he’s had you, you’re his
Boyfriend’s Older Brother!Touya who then has you spread out, bent over, or hiked up in his arms everywhere and anywhere in the house whenever he finds the chance to drag you away. If he’s not pounding you out with his cock, he’s got his face buried between your thighs or his cock shoved down your throat, or his hands slipping past your bottoms to finger you while yours are inside his boxers, fisting him to the pace he’s set
Boyfriend’s Older Brother!Touya who sneaks into the guest bedroom you're inhabiting and crawls into bed with you every. night. He has the constant urge to hold you close, bask in your presence, and gets the sudden feeling that he’s falling in love with you one night after seeing Natsuo kiss you— he needed you to belong to him
Boyfriend’s Older Brother!Touya who slyly convinces his brother over the rest of his stay that: you’re not what he really wants— you aren’t his type, you’re better off suited as just a friend— all so he can listen to Natsuo break up with you on the last day of holiday. He’s ecstatic, and doesn’t feel bad at all when he greets you with a smile as soon as his brother leaves the room, because he’s placing his lips over yours and declaring that you’re his girlfriend now, no matter what anyone else says
Boyfriend’s Older Brother!Touya who convinces you to either drop out of college or transfer to a closer one so he can see you all the time— it sends a fire through you when everyone stares in shock as you wrap your arms around the tattooed and pierced rich boy they all talk about; your boyfriend and your exes older brother.
can i ask why you dont write for thirteen? its perfectly ok if u dont im not trying to like hate on u im just curious
Soooo, when she first showed up in the og game, I didn't like her at all- BUT I warmed up by, like...the last few lessons...rip.
I found her much more enjoyable in Nightbringer and I do enjoy her character now in both games, but I've still never clicked with her like the rest of them! That's all :)
