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Shanks has such a reputation for being respectful and dependable and not at all what one would expect from a pirate of his caliber that his subordinate crews and the islands under his protection and even the rookies on his own crew are absolutely shocked and have no idea how to react when he’s a bit of a sleaze around you I think
And I won’t even lie he gets off on it. Kinda likes playing into the Emperor Of The Sea Taking Liberties With His Captive thing knowing full well he’s wooed you good and proper—has a bit of a big head over the idea of having won over someone the whole world thinks he could only have gotten by force. And also a raging boner but yk
tags: NSFW . minors dni . mostly a crack fic . piv . fem!reader . pure filthy smut . blowjobs/pussyeating . getting caught . etc
w.c. 3.7k
a/n: no comments. anyway, this fic was requested by this ask here! ( @solalol you have the greatest mind ever<3)
Sae Itoshi — caught by shidou
sae had you pinned against the wall, cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with rough, punishing strokes.
it had been far too long. the second he came home and saw you, he didn't waste a single second on words. he simply shoved your shorts down, freed his aching cock and sank into you in one brutal thrust.
now he was drilling into you hard, hips snapping forward with a steady, merciless rhythm that had your back sliding against the wall with every thrust.
"fuck...sae—" you moaned, legs locked tight around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper. "you're so deep...ahh!"
he growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. "been waiting weeks for this cunt," hus voice was low, strained with lust. "so fucking wet for me already."
one of his hands gripped your ass tighter, the other braced on the wall as he angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. your moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the small bedroom. the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of you filled the air.
"gonna cum—sae..."
"then cum," he ordered, voice dark. let me feel you,"
he slammed into you harder, grinding against your clit on every deep thrust. the coil in your stomach snapped without warning. you cried out, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body shook, thighs trembling around him while you moaned his name like a prayer.
sae kept fucking you through it, jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt you pulsing and gushing around him. he was close, very close—but he was holding back, savoring the way your cunt squeezed him.
that's when suddenly the door swung open without a knock.
"oi, itoshi! you got any—" shidou's voice stopped dead.
ge stood there in the doorway, eyes widening before that wild, predatory grin spread across his face. he took in the scene: you pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around sae, his cock still buried inside your twitching pussy, your face flushed from your recent orgasm.
sae froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. the sudden shock of being caught hit sae like a freight train.
"dude shit—!" he grunts through gritted teeth.
his hips jerked once, involuntarily. a groan tore from his throat as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you while shidou watched shamelessly. sae's face dropped to your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying everything he had.
you whimpered at the feeling of him filling you up right in front of his roommate.
sae's breathing was ragged against your skin. his cock was still twitching inside you, sensitive and spent, as he slowly lifted his head.
"get the fuck out," he hissed, voice hoarse and dangerous.
shidou only smirked wider, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. "you sure I cant a piece of that?"
"touch her and I'll kill you," sae said, holding you close to him.
shidou smirked, "fine. i'll just touch you then."
Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff
nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.
he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.
"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."
you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.
"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.
"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.
one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.
"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.
"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.
the door suddenly burst open.
"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."
reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.
nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.
"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.
he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.
you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.
reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.
"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"
reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.
"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.
nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.
"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"
you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."
he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."
Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro
rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.
his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.
his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.
"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."
"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.
he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.
"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.
you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"
"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.
the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.
your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.
"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."
your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.
right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.
"sae..?" you gasped in horror.
rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.
sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.
for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.
then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.
"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."
he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.
"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.
without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.
"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."
Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira
isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.
this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.
his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.
"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"
you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.
you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.
"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.
you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.
"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."
isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.
"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.
isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.
"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.
you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.
his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.
"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"
right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.
"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"
bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.
isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"
bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.
"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"
he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a second.
isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.
"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.
you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.
you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.
"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.
you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.
"at least you finally got your first blowjob."
isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."
Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis
chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.
his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.
"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.
he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.
"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."
he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.
"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"
he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.
"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.
she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."
you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.
his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"
chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.
"it's fine..just leave, please?"
his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."
she rushed out and closed the door behind her.
you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."
chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.
"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"
he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."
"hah—hyo!"
Megruru Bachira — caught by rin
bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.
he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.
"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."
"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.
"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."
his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.
"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.
"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.
your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.
then the door slammed open.
"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.
bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.
"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.
rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."
you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.
bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"
"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."
he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."
the creeps reacting to u wearing their clothes. uh??? some gross shit in toby's and most of them are kinda suggestive. yes im finally back hi people on my phone
includes: toby, ben, ej, evan, brian, tim, jeff, and liu
for @pomegranatseed, taglist still open comment to be a part of it mwehehe <3
a/n: Hope you enjoy! Apologies for Chrollo being meh, I kept re-writing his section OTL
Chrollo Lucilfer
The moment you say it, like it's a throwaway confession in a game meant to get a rise, Chrollo stills. His glass never makes it to his lips. His gaze finds yours as if he were flipping to the most important page of a book he's read cover to cover. "Is that so?" he murmurs. He doesn't ask for details. He doesn't need them. Everyone else keeps laughing or gasping, but he's already decided that this is no longer a game.
When the others have gone, or rather, when he makes them leave, he closes the door behind him and approaches you slowly. "You gave that information freely," he says, fingertips brushing your chin as he tilts your face up. "If you give me permission to, I would like to reward that honesty." There's nothing rushed in the way he presses you back onto the couch. "Once," he murmurs, breath ghosting your skin, "will not be enough."
Illumi Zoldyck
The room goes silent after your confession, too silent. You glance over, only to find Illumi staring at you with that unblinking intensity of his. "No one?" he echoes, voice flat, as if he misheard. There's some quiet agitation that doesn't show clearly on his face. He doesn't laugh like the others, doesn't shrug it off. "That's... insufficient," he adds, almost to himself. "Unacceptable, if we were together." It's not jealousy. Just a simple statement that no one blinked at for the rest of the night.
When you're finally alone together, he wastes no time. His hands are clinical, yes, but precise, and with every slow, deliberate movement, it becomes clear he's not treating this like a simple hook up. It's a mission. A point of pride even. "I learn quickly," he murmurs, watching your reactions with eerie fascination, as though each moan is new intel he's memorizing. "And I don't fail." His pace never falters until you're trembling beneath him, breathless and wrecked, and only then does he lean close enough to whisper, "I think I rather would like it if you belonged to me. Do you agree?"
Feitan Porter
Feitan's eyes cut to you the second the words leave your mouth. He doesn't ask questions, doesn't even change expression, but you feel the shift in the air like the crackle before lightning hits. "Hn," he mutters eventually, almost to himself. "That's stupid." Then, with a scoff and a flick of his fingers, he stands and walks off like the conversation bored him. The others keep laughing, but you know he heard you properly.
Later, he doesn't knock. Just shuts the door behind him and says, "Get on the bed." There's no preface or flirtation, only a low, steady command as his eyes drag over you. "They had no idea what they were doing," he mutters as his mouth settles between your thighs. Feitan's not gentle, not in the slightest, but he's deliberate, efficient, and cruelly good at making you fall apart. He doesn't stop at one. He doesn't even pause. Not until your legs tremble and your voice breaks. Only after your third one does he pulls back, lips slick, and says coolly, "Now they're erased. Only me in your head now."
Phinks Magcub
Phinks damn near chokes on his drink when you say it. "You're kidding," he blurts, eyes wide as he stares at you like you just admitted you've never had a steak. When you shake your head, his expression shifts more to a slow-simmering anger. "Tch. Whoever they were, they oughta be embarrassed." He leans back, arms crossed, "You really let that slide?" he mutters, quieter now, as if he's trying to talk himself down from storming out to find your exes. For the rest of the game, his focus is shot. He barely even cracks a joke, too busy watching you from the corner of his eye.
The second you're alone, he's already pulling you in by the hips. "C'mere. I'm settin' the record straight," he says, serious in a way that makes your stomach flutter. Phinks is all strength and confidence, but he reins it in just enough to keep from overwhelming, just enough to savor every twitch of your body under his touch. He groans when your thighs tighten around him, gripping your waist like he can't get enough. "Thaaaat's it," he groans against you, "I better be the only one you think about when you fall apart from now on, no matter where we go from 'ere."
Nobunaga Hazama
Nobunaga freezes with his drink halfway to his mouth, eyebrows shooting up at your casual confession. "Wait, hold on--what?" His voice cuts through the chatter, and he sets the can down hard, eyes narrowing like you just challenged him to a duel. "You're tellin' me not a single asshole's managed to do right by you?" His tone is half disbelieving, half offended, "That's just a damn shame. Should be a crime." He doesn't let it go either, throwing a sideways glare at the rest of the group, then glances back at you with a quiet resolve. "Guess that means it's up to me."
He's not subtle about it later. There's nothing rushed or polished, just his mouth and hands against your skin. "You're gonna remember me by the end of this." he says, voice rough as he buries his face between your thighs. His grip on your legs is firm, keeping you steady as he pulls you open and pushes you over with unrelenting hunger. "I'm not stopping untiI I hear you lose it," he mutters. And when it finally happens, when your body arches and your voice cracks, he doesn't say I told you so. He just kisses you, smirking like he won.
Shalnark
Shalnark blinks once, then tilts his head with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Really? No one at all?" His voice stays light, playful even, but the way he watches you now is sharper than before. "That's surprising," he adds, setting down his phone without looking away. "But... good to know." The rest of the game carries on, but Shal's checked out, already preoccupied with a much more interesting scheme.
Later, he's all sweet words and wicked intentions. "Just wanna help," he coos, kissing his way down your neck, fingers brushing softly over your hips. But his eyes never stop watching yours, "Let me see where they went wrong," he whispers. He times your pleasure like he's syncing to a rhythm only he can hear, smiling wider the closer he gets. And when your body finally gives in, trembling around him, he hums like he's proud of himself. "There we go. That's the reaction I was aiming for."
Leorio Paradinight
Leorio nearly spits out his drink. "What?!" His voice cracks a little, loud enough to make everyone laugh, but the shock on his face is painfully genuine. "You can't just drop that in a party game!" he sputters, staring at you like you just said the sky was green. Then his brows furrow and he leans in closer, suddenly serious. "Wait--Are you joking?--You're not joking. Unbelievable." He doesn't tease after that, not wanting to make it weird. For the rest of the night you catch him glancing your way, lips pressed together in thought and getting pissed at the very idea of anyone failing you.
When he has you alone, there's a nervous energy in the way he touches you at first, wanting prove something without rushing it. "Just...tell me what feels good," he says, one hand curling under your thigh as he settles between them. But he doesn't wait for complete answers, he learns. Fast. He's messier than the others, groaning into you with every shaky breath you take, gripping your hips when your moans crack. "That's it, sweetheart, there you go," he murmurs, face flushed. "Let me be the first one to actually do this right."
Hisoka Morow
The moment you say it, Hisoka goes still. But his grin doesn't fade, it grows. "Mmm, what a delicious little secret," he purrs, tilting his head as if you've gifted him something far more valuable than a cheap thrill. "No one's ever made you cum?" he repeats, almost giddy. "That's tragic, honestly. But lucky me~💕" He doesn't care who's around. In fact, he seems to delight in the way your face heats under his gaze, eyes sweeping over you like he's already undressing you, "I do love a challenge."
When he finally has you alone, Hisoka drags you to the edge of the bed and kneels with theatrical flair, but what comes next is anything but performative. His mouth is relentless, messy, and maddeningly thorough, dragging every sound from you with perverse delight. "Don't hold back now," he murmurs licking his lips of your juices before moving his way up to the main event, fingers digging into your hips. "You're so sweet when you're honest, pumpkin~❤️ Give me more." When your back arches and you sob his name, he groans like won the grand prize, "Ahh, see? All it took was someone worthy of you." He hums, "And I'm. Not. Done. Proving it."
a/n: Yes, I put Hisoka at the end to make him an easy skip for people, you're welcome.
contains: casual to professional, secret relationship, established relationship, nonchalant! chrollo, subtle possessiveness, idk how to tag this tbh
A/N: heol... hope you like it>-< sorry for taking so long...
requested by 🍀 anon !!
the hideout was drafty, the air smelling of dust and old concrete, but the phantom troupe was used to it. chrollo was standing a few feet away, deep in a hushed, serious conversation with shizuku about their next move in yorknew. his back was turned to the rest of you, his long coat sweeping the floor as he gestured toward a map.
meanwhile, the rest of the spiders were bored.
"this is taking too long" uvo grunted, cracked his knuckles. "i need to hit something."
"let's play a game" pakunoda suggested, leaning against a pillar with a rare, amused glint in her eyes. "put a finger down. it’ll pass the time."
you were sitting on a crate, half-listening to chrollo’s low, melodic voice and half-watching feitan and phinks argue over who had to keep watch. you raised your hand along with the others, your mind drifting.
it started out harmlessly.
"put a finger down if you’ve ever killed someone for a piece of jewelry" machi said flatly. everyone's finger went down.
"put down if you been to meteor city" feitan muttered. another finger down.
you were barely paying attention, eyes fixed on the back of chrollo’s head, admiring the way his hair fell over his collar, when hisoka’s voice cut through the air like a deck of cards.
"put a finger down..." hisoka started, his voice dripping with that signature, mocking theatricality "...if you've ever fucked your boss before."
the circle went silent. shalnark let out a choked-out laugh, and even uvo looked surprised. you stiffened, your heart jumping into your throat as your gaze snapped to hisoka. he was looking right at you, his golden eyes narrowed into a smug, knowing smirk. he knew. of course he knew.
you froze, your finger still stubbornly held up in the air. you couldn't put it down—that would be an admission in front of the entire troupe. but keeping it up felt like a lie that hisoka was ready to tear apart.
just as you were about to stammer out a deflection, you felt a presence behind you.
chrollo didn't stop talking to shizuku. he didn't even pause his sentence.
"...and once the auction begins, shizuku, you'll handle the southern exit while franklin covers the—"
as he walked past you, his hand reached out with casual, terrifying precision. his thumb and forefinger caught yours, firmly but gently folding your finger down into your palm. he didn't look at you. he didn't look at hisoka. he just kept walking, his voice never wavering as he continued his instructions.
"—while franklin covers the main hall. make sure the vacuum is ready."
he moved out of the circle as if nothing had happened, leaving you sitting there with your hand closed into a fist and your face burning a bright, frantic red.
hisoka let out a low, delighted chuckle, leaning back against the wall. the rest of the troupe was silent, looking between the back of their leader and your blushing face.
chrollo had just claimed you in front of everyone without even breaking his stride.
"well, It seems we have a loser." Hisoka added, the mischievous smile on his face wide.
hiii!! how are u? omg i LOVE the put a finger down thing with chrollo, could you make a version with all the other phantom troupe members? or at least the guys :3 if i MUST pick just one… could u make sure to at least do feitan?🥹
here you go lovely!! thank you sm ! ^^
feitan
the rules had devolved into cheap taunts, but feitan hadn't said a word in twenty minutes. he sat on an overturned crate, lazily flipping his umbrella while his narrow, dark eyes watched you from across the room.
"put a finger down..." phinks drawled, grinning like an idiot, "...if you've slept with someone in this room in the last twenty-four hours."
the rest of the troupe laughed, dropping fingers casually. you held your hand firm, keeping your finger up, hoping your blank face masked the heat rising up your neck.
you hadn't left your cot all morning, and feitan's scent was still clinging to the collar of your shirt.
feitan didn't even smile. he leaned forward, the shadows catching the high collar of his coat. slowly, without taking his eyes off yours, he raised his own gloved hand and reached across the short gap between your crates.
he didn't push your finger down. instead, his long, gloved thumb hooked under yours and forced it up—holding your middle finger high in the air for the whole room to see—before forcing the rest of your hand into a tight fist around it.
"you put down" feitan muttered, his voice a low, raspy threat that vibrated through the cold air.
"unless you want me tell them how loud you were this morning."
shizuku blinked, phinks whistled, and your face burned so hot you felt lightheaded.
phinks
"put a finger down if you’ve ever cried during sex" shalnark wheezed, clearly trying to embarrass uvo.
a few fingers went down with lighthearted groans. you kept yours up, crossing your arms and staring at the cracked floorboards.
phinks was standing right behind your chair, his massive arms crossed over his chest, listening to the game with a bored smirk. the second shalnark finished his sentence, phinks let out a loud, mocking snort.
before you could react, his heavy, calloused hand came down over your shoulder. his thick fingers wrapped around yours, casually forcing your middle finger down until your hand closed completely.
"put it down, shorty" phinks rumbled, his deep voice carrying over everyone else's giggles as he squeezed your hand tight enough to feel his pulse.
"you wept like a baby last night when i wouldn't let you come. don't lie to the group."
a chorus of wild "oohs" and laughing catcalls erupted from the troupe. you buried your burning face in your free hand while phinks just patted your head like a dog, entirely unbothered.
hisoka
"put a finger down" machi said, her voice dry as dust, "if you're holding a secret that would get you killed."
you hesitated. your finger wobbled in the air. you were hiding something—not from the troupe, but from the magician currently shuffling a deck of cards across the circle.
hisoka didn't speak. he didn't even use his hands.
a thin, invisible string of bungee gum snapped taut against your raised finger. with a sudden, sharp tug, your finger was pulled down violently, snapping into your palm before you could even register the pink glow fading from the air.
when you whipped your head toward him, hisoka was already leaning in, his golden eyes glowing with a dangerous, predatory tilt. he slid a single playing card between his fingers, pointing the sharp edge right at your throat.
"down, my little secret" hisoka purred, his voice a low, theatrical hum that made the hair on your arms stand up. you don't get to pretend you're innocent when my marks are still fresh under your collar."
the circle went dead silent as hisoka's tongue slowly traced his top lip, his smirk widening as he watched the blush spread all the way down your chest.
this is really broad sorry😭 but could you write some feitan nsfw headcannons? i’m not really a fan of anything too dark (like blade play or noncon) but ofc do wtv u want!!
tried my best to compilate stuff through the days,,,
he is a high-intensity lover, not a gentle one. even without dark tropes, feitan isn't built for slow, vanilla romance. he is naturally heavy-handed, fast-paced, and extremely possessive. he likes friction, tight grips, and total focus. when he wants you, he wants all of your attention locked completely onto him.
he has heavy focus on control and restraint (with hands, not weapons:b) he loves pinning your wrists above your head with just one of his hands. his grip is like iron—he won't bruise or hurt you maliciously, but he will hold you dead still so you have to take his pace. he takes a lot of pride in his physical power over you and loves feeling you tremble under his weight.
he gives unforgiving praise & dirty talk. feitan’s version of praise isn't warm and cozy; it's sharp, demanding, and possessive. he loves reminding you who you belong to. he’ll hum low in his throat when you take him well, muttering things like "such good girl for me" "look at me, stay open" or "so wet, only for feitan."
he likes overstimulation and relentless pacing. he doesn't like stopping once he starts. if you try to pull away because it feels like too much, he’ll just hook his legs over yours or tighten his grip on your hips, grinding into you right through your climax. he finds your breathless, teary-eyed overstimulation extremely satisfying.
his favorite positions allow him to watch your face- he prefers positions like missionary or sitting you in his lap facing him. he wants to see every micro-expression, every bite of your lip, and every tear that slips out when he hits the right spot. he’s very observant, and using that sharp focus on your reactions turns him on immensely.
his aftercare is quiet, heavy, and surprisingly protective- once the heat dies down, he isn't going to turn into a bubbly talker. instead, he becomes intensely physical—pulling you flush against his chest, wrapping his long limbs around you, and keeping his chin resting on top of your head. he’ll stay completely silent, rubbing slow, heavy circles into your hip or back while you both cool off, keeping you hidden and warm under the sheets
i can't prove it but i just know brian loves putting his fingers in your mouth... and looking at you all helpless and obedient while he fucks the absolute daylights out of you. brian actually just loves that cute little mouth and the rest of your precious face - he'd put the visual of you sucking his digits as his lockscreen. he'll cup your cheek fondly, tracing this thumb over your soft, rosy lips before prying your mouth open. it's so squishy, wet, and warm, it's like fucking two cunts at once. especially when he's really giving it to you and you suck it harder and lick all over him, squeezing him tight in every place that counts.
"i fucking love seeing you like this. so pretty taking this cock while you choke on my fingers. you love it when i fuck you like this, don't you, doll face?"
brian doesn't expect a response, he knows you're too lost in it. he just keeps you pacified, filling you up so fucking good with his cock buried in your guts as you deepthroat his big, tough fingers. you're drooling and gagging all over his hand while he watches with a pitiful smirk.
"fuck, im enjoying this way too much."
🜏 regards... okay i'm gonna write the tim thing i promise lol i just miss brian's fine ass so much
luffy has no problems using you like really Using you because that’s what you ask for and luffy gives you whatever you ask for. you’re a person with autonomy so he has no reason to go easy on you when that’s not what you really want
(and who knows better on what you really want than your captain?)
and zoro if he was by himself would try to go easy, but luffy lovessss to goad him. goads him into taking you like you beg for with luffy, just give her what she wants zoro, and suddenly all bets are off and the two of them are fucking you and switching between your favorite holes to use because zoro can’t really go against a challenge from his captain
no matter what though sanji is a moral man. he’s upright. he won’t listen to those idiots when it comes to his partner of the evening, even when he’s sharing you. he’s supposed to be your break, he steps in when the two of them have turned you ragdoll limp, cunt numb and clit sore and holes stretched, and nurses you back to health. or at least that’s what he’s supposed to be doing
but your cries and whines always fall on deaf ears with sanji. it’s like bring you back into the fold, all the teasing and touching and sweet words and sensitive kisses. it makes you so tender and achy you well up with tears, and of course you let sanji have you when he’s been so kind.
of course you let sanji have his way with you, but it’s not a breath of air like you want it to be. if zoro and luffy are panting, erratic and shallow breaths then sanji is like a breath so deep your lungs constrict and it’s still too much for you.
it’s an endless cycle really, there’s no rest for you, no reprieve. the three of them will take care of you in their own ways once they’ve had their fun
they’re your crewmates after all aren’t they? but you’ll need days after to recover, best believe
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