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sashi-ya · 6 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 20: GETTING CAUGHT Shanks 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @downforsanji ➡ Hii Sashi!! I always love your work, one of my favorite writers 😘 for the kinktober, may I please request kink/day 20 (getting caught) with Shanks? The reader is female (she/her). Additional kinks/trope are friends to lovers and praise/degradation kink. Also power dynamic if it suits the story. Thank you so much Sashi ❤❤ have a nice day!! ➡ hi love! I'm sorry for the delay, but here it is! finally! hope you enjoy! 💞 tw: kinda public. soft degradation. soft power dynamic. friends to lovers. ft buggy. wc: 1.2k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Someday had to happen; they were friends -and sometimes brawled like enemies- but still everybody noticed the tension in between them swearing that their relationship had to be more than being friends…

Well, they were… right.

“I can’t stand you, Shanks. That damn face of yours, always so cocky but still acting like a sweet boy. People should know your true you” you spit, pushing him aside after he beat you in that game.

He keeps laughing, grabbing you by your wrist to stop you from leaving a party where nobody is paying attention at you, even though is full of people.

Shanks catches you, as your nose finally buries on his exposed chest. You smell the scent of his sun kissed skin, feeling his hand pressing your waist against him.

“Oops, you clumsy! Don’t fall” the red-haired scoffs, while your eyes fix on his sharp jaw and your legs quiver.

“Stop it, for real. You pulled me… are you that needy for feminine touch? You try to downgrade him, even if it’s you now who is not willing to move away from his arms.

Your friend hugs you closer, so close you can feel everything of him. And so close, he can feel everything of you, too. You gasp, because you are sure you just grazed something hard on him.

“Sh-Shanks…” you murmur. “(Name)…” he smirks, biting his lower lip so slow and sexy as he looks down to you.

Your hands feel sweaty against his chest, your legs more and more weak… truth is, that even though you love him as a friend… Shanks is beyond sexy, and you just discovered how much you wanted to touch his skin, to kiss his lips…

He looks to the sides; the music is loud, people are drinking, people are dancing, and others are dancing. Some more are passed out on the couches, and others about to. The music is loud, the smoke fills your lungs, and the little door of a pantry stays semi open behind you.

And Shanks pushes you slowly inside of it, and you walk backwards because you really want it as much as he does. And it wasn’t the alcohol, nor any drug… it was… desire.

As soon as you are inside, you hit your back with a shelf full of toilet paper with them falling on your head. Shanks, whose hand rests sexily but still delicately in your face, laughs at you.

“Stop it…” you shyly say, trying not to laugh. Even if you would like to keep it cool, you simply couldn’t. The man right in front of you shared many laughs with you not to laugh now.

“Or else? What are you gonna do, hm?” he teases you, lifting your chin up in between his fingers. His red locks tickle your cheeks, and the warmth of his breathe menaces with kissing you.

You swallow, pulling him even closer from the collar of his white opened shirt.

Inside of that little pantry, it’s hot and humid. And the little light filtering through the door is the only source of light… even if there is no need to see, because you know him so well. There is only one need, and it is to feel.

When his lips finally crash against yours, you moan loudly. It’s almost a surprised whine, a gasp of the unbelievable happening.

His tongue, and yours, dance lustfully. The music coming from outside, filters like a murmur, playing in the background while the pumping hearts of you two take over.

And the more you two kiss, the more both want to melt into only one body; his hardness pressed against your lower belly, the little hint of alcohol in his breath, the way he lifts you up holding you from under your legs and your arms around his neck.

“Fuck… if you wanted me this bad why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, scoffing once again, but this time with a little tremble on his voice he can’t conceal.

“Wasn’t it you the one who pushed me inside this place, Shanks? Is you who is desperate to fuck me” you reply, teasing him with your voice and softly humping on his erection.

Shanks stops smiling, and this time you feel the shelves on the wall carving on your back. He moves you so that his sex practically pierces your panties from under your short tight shirt; you can even feel his throbbing member all through his capri shorts.

“You are right, I am desperate to finally fuck you. I’ve been wanting to be inside of you from months… even holding myself back whenever you fell asleep next to me on that long trip with the guys…” he confesses, breaking your blouse with claws like a feral animal.

You are left speechless, thinking such thing would never come out of Shanks mouth… or at least when talking about you. But he seems to be watching you for long enough, waiting forever for you. Who are you to tell him to stop, despite being on a very public spot where anyone could walk in at any moment?

“Then… fuck me, once and for all ~” you purr, passing your hand through his beautiful crimson hair, feeling his eyes burn holes into your soul and the muscles of his jaw tensing in desire.

“As you please, my dear friend”

You aren’t very sure how, but he already managed to free his sex from his trousers’ prison. You can feel the wetness of his tip pushing against the equally wet surface of your panties. It is warm. It feels like heaven to even have your sexes barely separated by a fine mantle of lace.

But lace should be removed, or at least moved to the side, because this man wants to bury deep inside of you. And that’s exactly what he does, as he guides his sex towards your dripping flower.

He breathes your suffocated moan, while he stretches your entrance as he slides inside of you. Your nails carve on his shoulders, and after staying for a couple of eternal, killing seconds right by your entrance, he impales you so violently and mercilessly it rips a growl out of you.

And the more you moan and whine, the more his hips become the executioners of your sex. His grunts and low growls, the way that he sucks your nipples while he keeps fucking you…

The way you had forgotten you were at a party, in a pantry close to everybody… the way you had forgotten about time, and about parties ending at some point of the night…

“SHANKS?” a man, with blue hair and a funny looking nose screams while opening the door. “I can see your butt cheeks what the fuck!” he continues.

You open your eyes, picking through the broad shoulders of your lover, to see Buggy, Shanks best friend, screaming with the door open.

“Buggy… close the god damn door!!” Shanks protests, once he stops sucking on your breast. He doesn’t seem to care, and for some reason he only wants his friend to go away to keep fucking you. “Or stay, but let me finish fucking her”

“SHANKS, NO!” you chime. “Shanks, you are disgusting… fine! Roger called us, so hurry up. And I knew it, finally you did her” Buggy claims he knew, and of course he did. “Yeah yeah, now go!”

“Shall we continue, mademoiselle? “Shanks for the love of God…”

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hannahbeesnuts · 4 years

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Currently working on a self inflicted #drawtober challenge: 🐔 hentober ! / 🎃 witchtober

Here are the ones I’ve made so far, featuring a fox skull, a cat, comfy homes, and broom flying 🧹

#black cat #witchtober #hentober #cottagecore #original artists of tumblr #art #digital art #inktober #broom #flying #Halloween

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sashi-ya · 6 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 17: SOMNO Portgas D. Ace 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ Hi! How have you been? I would like to ask for a day in the kinktober event 💞 Day 17 with Ace from One piece with a fem!reader, please 🙏🏻 Have a great day! And take small breaks, I know these events are tiring but I hope you have fun! 💞 tw: mdni. SOMNOPHILIA. very triggering to some, please stay away if is not ok with you. it is, however, CONSENTED and ASKED by reader. Though, I know is a very sensitive topic so please proceed with caution, it is written so that reader gets "surprised" by Ace after having a talk about her having such fantasy. thigh fucking. vag sex. wc: 1k masterlist

“Is there anything you like… you know… during sex that you haven’t told me yet?” Ace asked, during breakfast. You choke with a donut and then looked at him. You weren’t surprised nor scandalized, but it was weird to listen to your boyfriend ask such question at seven in the morning.

“Why you ask?” you inquire him, after taking a sip of your coffee.

“Because I am your boyfriend and… because you forgot to clean your browsing history of my laptop…” he scoffs, remembering you that he lend you his laptop because yours died a few days ago.

Your eyes widen… “What did you see?” you ask, flustered. How could you forget?

“Well… if it was normal that you want your boyfriend to fuck you while asleep…”

“Oh Jesus, Ace… I... ”

That day passed quickly enough for you to wish it didn’t. Work was over, and while you drove home, you definitely tried to convince yourself that Ace had forgotten. “I just pray he is just like his brother Sabo and indulge in that sweet amnesia of his”

But Ace could forget to clean the dishes, to buy toilet paper or even his own head if it was detachable… yet, never, ever the things that have to do with your pleasure.

He didn’t say much during dinner. It was like a normal night, and no “somnophilia” matters were mentioned. So, you breathed alleviated.

“Babe I am going to bed before you. I am tired…” you murmured, kissing his head while he played LoL with Luffy and Sabo

“Sure love, sleep well… I’ll be there after I beat their asses a couple of times” he laughed, and while you walked away you could hear the insults of his brothers on his headphones.

Soon, and after your head hit the pillow, your eyes closed. The world of dreams engulfed in their magical arms and drifted away through its lands.

And then, something warm felt in between your thighs…

Ace slipped in bed; your ass looked way more interesting that it always did to him. Your body half covered by the sheets that promised to be tangled yet another night.

He came closer to you, grazing your buttocks with his crotch and nuzzling on your nape with total delicacy. His hand slid from your waist to your lower belly, enjoying the rhythm of your breathing cycles.

He usually wakes you up when he is hard, but tonight he wished to indulge in your dreams… your hotter and wetter dreams.

The idea of fucking you without permission floated around Ace’s mind before too. He didn’t want to keep thinking about it, he felt it by far illegal and gross… but still, his instincts, the precum sprouting from his tip and dampening his boxers, the way his hips moved on their own were screaming loudly “fuck her while asleep… use her body until you are satisfied… she wants it”

Ace’s lips reached for the crook of your neck, placing the softest peck on your skin. Perhaps his intention was to wake you up, but not really… after all, he knew that would happen sooner or later, as he lowered his sport shorts down and let his sex free.

When his tip grazed the back part of your thighs, he squirmed. Your skin felt warm enough, like fire engulfing his sex and then all of his body. His freckled cheeks become red, and his teeth began to chatter… should he touch you? Or should he slide his dick in between your thighs?

He did then, both. Slowly, softly, measuring everything with your asleep sighs… Ace needed to play it safe, for you to feel pleasure but not enough to wake up.

His fingers trespassed the boundaries of your shorts and then your panties, encountering in between your slit a sticky mess. You were clearly turned on, thinking that maybe such lewd actions were taking place only in your dreams.

Ace growled loudly when his hand came out completely dampened, and he enjoyed the way invisible strings formed in between his fingers. So much he liked it, he took it to his lips and swallowed the salty delight your core produced for him.

Soon, he realized his dick was forcefully slipping in between your thighs and simply let it happen. It was more than warm now; it was also tight as you moved and squeezed his hardness with your legs.

By now, you were sure -even if still asleep- that the dream you were having was more than just a dream… it was him, only him… the man you chose to spend your life with who had succumbed to your inert body and your “twisted” fantasies.

And just like Ace let it happen, you did too… perhaps moving your ass up with such delicacy he didn’t notice, but still provided a better access for when he got tired of your thighs and wanted your pussy.

Ace, whose trembling limbs he needed to calm down, began moving slowly, fucking himself with your thighs, coating your skin and shorts with the product of his horniness.

And by the time he couldn’t stop himself your senses came back… and still, you kept your eyes closed… and right there you understand the bases of how attractive this kink seemed to you; Ace praised your body even while asleep, he wanted you the whole time, asleep or not. Ace needed you, Ace’s body was obsessed by the touch of your skin.

You mumbled sounds, not even words. You wanted to keep him going, you wanted Ace to keep indulging in the lowest and most impure instincts… instincts that led him to unstoppably move your panties to the side to penetrate you deeply and hard.

You couldn’t help it but moan, louder. Ace didn’t stopped, he simply lifted your leg up to come even closer to your sex. His lips grazed your neck and then your mandible line, and whispering he moaned “shh babe, keep dreaming. I just want to use that sweet hole of yours … it’s ok… good night ~ ”

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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➡ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡

♡ DAY 1 ➡ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. Roronoa Zoro x f! reader. .cumpdump ♡ DAY 2 ➡ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. Adult! Ichigo x "step" sis! reader (no blood tights nor family rs) .stepcest ♡ DAY 3 ➡ 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐒 & 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 . Charlotte Katakuri x f! reader .lactation ♡ DAY 4 ➡ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑. X-Drake x gn! dom! reader. humiliation ♡ DAY 5 ➡ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓. Law x f! reader x Kidd. threesome ♡ DAY 6 ➡ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄. Law x f! reader. sex with a stranger ♡ DAY 7 ➡ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄. marco x f! reader. impregnation ♡ DAY 8 ➡ 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 & 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. Ichiji x f! reader. unprotected sex ♡ DAY 9 ➡ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄. adult! Ichigo x afab! r. feminization ♡ DAY 10 ➡ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. Urahara x f! reader. watersports

♡ DAY 11 ➡ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓/𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊. Doflamingo x f! reader. Anal. ♡ DAY 12 ➡ 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏. Portgas D. Ace x f! reader. car sex ♡ DAY 13 ➡ 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒. Shanks x f! reader ♡ DAY 14 ➡ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃. Mihawk x f! reader. creampie ♡ DAY 15 ➡𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. Katakuri x f! reader. size kink ♡ DAY 16➡ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐔𝐏. Sanji x f! reader. food play ♡ DAY 17➡ 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙 / 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐒. Shinji x f! reader. facesitting ♡ DAY 18➡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 King x afab! reader. biting. ♡ DAY 19➡ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. Kidd x f! reader. slave/master ♡ DAY 20➡ 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. Renji x f! reader

♡ DAY 21➡ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒. Law x Zoro x f! reader. dp ♡ DAY 22➡ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄. Byakuya x f! reader. sleep play ♡ DAY 23➡ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑?. Rosinante x gn! reader. rimming ♡ DAY 24➡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 Law x f! reader. daddy kink ♡ DAY 25➡ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 & 𝐅𝐔𝐍. Sir Crocodile x gn! reader. Thigh riding ♡ DAY 26➡ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐗, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑. Kyoraku Shunsui x f! reader. shower sex ♡ DAY 27➡ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒. Luffy x afab! reader. Bondage ♡ DAY 28➡ 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓. Sanji x f! reader. Pegging ♡ DAY 29➡ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘. Izou x f! reader. Spanking ♡ DAY 30➡ 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 [𝐑𝐄𝐃] Shanks x f! reader. Public sex ♡ DAY 31➡ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐄. Kidd x f! reader. forced orgasm

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 3 ➡ ʟᴀᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐒 & 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 .nsfw 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝚘𝚖𝚐! 𝚒’𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟹: 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚒! 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠/ 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜. 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔? 𝚘𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 <𝟹 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒! 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛! 𝐓𝐰: 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠. 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢. 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔. 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝐰𝐜: 760 .𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A merienda starts, there are sweets all over the table, but the sweetest treat for him, it’s you.

Sitting on his lap, Katakuri enjoys your presence way more than anyone could think. What he usually did alone, he does it with you now. His huge hands slowly peel your clothes off, you are so tempting to him. The way your belly invites him to squeeze, the way your shorts carve marks and lets the perfect amount of skin of your thighs protrude.

He makes you slightly hump over his leg, making your breasts to jiggle as he moves his leg. Up and down, and so swollen they are. It’s a little painful, you are full just for him… He doesn’t really like tea to accompany his donuts, but rather, sweet, really sweet and warm milk.

The first bite of a sugary treat invades his mouth, while he uses his free hand to pinch your leg with loving admiration for your body. Katakuri offers you some of his donut, its filling stains the commissure of your lips. Place he licks, and with sharp fangs he grazes.

You squirm underneath him, as his hand has now reached your core. He spreads your legs just enough to have better access. Soaking wet, you announce your lover you want him so bad. Kata smiles, he is so pleased, this is heaven to him. To him, and to you.

The tip of his fingers go up and down your sex, still over your shorts, but strong enough for your clit to feel it right. You whimper, still humping on his leg, rounding your arms around his neck, biting your lips. “What is it, honey? You like this?” he asks, this time sliding his hand in between your clothes and your nudity.

You flinch to his touch, he has reached your folds, making space for his fingers as he spreads them. “Y-yes, I – I like them, Kata” you purr, in between panting. “Good, good girl” he says, penetrating your entrance with his middle finger.

A moan is ripped from the inside of your heart, you trying to close your legs as an unconscious reflex; him forbidding you to do so. “No, no… allow me to, please” the commander playfully and perversely says, while biting your neck.

His neck kisses go down, down until your inflamed bust. “I think I’m getting thirsty…” he whispers, using his free hand to slightly squeeze one of your boobs. A light pressure is enough for a white drop to burst from your nipple; a drop that follows the curvature of your breast, making you shiver, making you a slave for more. You need release, and you need his sharp teeth sucking on them, getting your products all out of you.

“I’m bursting, Kata… please, suck it all out” you beg, as both nipples are dripping now. “I’m making sure my merienda drink it’s perfectly ready” he mumbles back, pinching you. You throw your head back, his fingering plus what he is doing to your upper part it’s too much for you to handle.

When he finally attacks, satisfied with your torture, Katakuri bites your left nipple. It makes you wanna scream at the top of your lungs with pleasure. And of course, you do. He giggles with your breast in his mouth, enjoying your desperate whining.

He begins to suck shortly after, relieving the pressure you were feeling but replacing such sensation with a million stings of pure pleasure. “Ah…more” you barely can express yourself. His thumb hasn’t abandoned your clit while he feeds himself from you.

Your white liquid overflowing from the sides of his mouth, but even though, he swallows most of it. Raptured by the taste, by the unstoppable flow, by your moans. “It’s so sweet, so perfectly sweet” he mutters. Kata closes his eyes while sucking, sucking so hard to drain you until your last drop. He is so blessed to have you.

You begin to fall in the traps of ecstasy; there is no coming back. Orgasm approaching, him sucking you dry while masturbating you just, and exactly, as you like. “I’m gonna…cum” you cry, informing him about his great work. “Come for me, my love… every time you do, you-“ he says, stopping just to hear the symphony of your climax.

The pressure is so high, it makes you burst, staining your shorts but also Katakuri’s face with your milk. He feels like he has been blessed, he enjoys the white drops that fall to his mouth…

“Delicious, so delicious. You are so delicious, (Name)”

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 23: MEDICAL PLAY Kisuke Urahara x F! Reader

Requested by: @electronicwitchcollection ➡ Hiya! I’m not 100 sure on how this works. But For your kinkiest could I please request 2 and you choose which you prefer? I can’t decide 😂. I can’t wait to see them all 💜 both with female please 20 shunsui kyoraku 23 kisuke Urahara. tw: mdni. medical play. mentions of pregnancy. kisuke kinda gaslights reader. tied to the bed. fingering. squirting. vag. wc: 855 masterlist

Kisuke Urahara isn’t a doctor, but he is a genius. Kisuke knows about the human -and souls- body perfectly well, and, when it comes to try new things, you are in charge of helping him…

“I honestly don’t understand the purpose of this experiment, Kisuke” you sigh, tied to a gyno bed.

“Come on, you know I won’t hurt you… I just want to see if Shinigami can get pregnant from a human without the need of a gigai” he calmly says, as he sits down in between your spread opened legs.

You widen your eyes. And lift your hands up.

“STOP… STOP! STOP!- WHAT? PREGNANT? KISUKE I AIN’T GETTING PREGNANT?” you protest, trying to close your legs with no positive result; your ankles had been tied to the bed.

You hear him scoff. How could he be that calm when you are freaking out?

Kisuke stands up and shows you how he in silence puts his gloves on. He comes closer, right in between your legs and smiles.

“I wasn’t planning on trying it on you… I just needed to take a look at your human features. However, now that you named it… I would pretty much wish my experiment was successful with you…” he jokes. -or maybe not-

You tilt your head and narrow your eyes. “You better don’t…” you sentence him, with your index pointing menacingly in motherly scold towards him.

He lifts his hands in sign of innocence and sits back down to keep “working” in your exposed core.

“I must say, however, that the idea might have turned you on, (Name)” he murmurs, playing with the wetness already forming in your sex. It was true, the idea seemed… interesting to say the least.

You soon notice the sterile intrusion of a latex surrounded finger. It makes you gasp, because you could swear your core felt a lot more sensitive than ever.

But you keep it calm. You don’t wanna give him the pleasure… why not? you still aren’t sure.

Then, a second one. He hums while he does, as if it was very normal to finger your “patient” with no sexual intentions.

“KISUKE!” you finally scold him. “What are you doing?” you ask, despite knowing it very well. He is having fun, and you will eventually come if he keeps doing that.

“What?” he mumbles, acting all innocent and peaking with his naughty eyes from above your legs. “I needed to test the way the human walls spasms around, in this case, my finger. I believe that part of a successful conception has to do with the capabilities of the female anatomy more than the man itself… this will be very helpful to improve my gigai prototypes”

You massage your temples, because even if it makes sense… you are sure he knows about that more than well…

“You liar…” you whisper, looking to the wall on the right. “Why am I a liar, (Name)? don’t tell me you can’t take it? Should I apply anaesthesia, so you feel more comfy?” he asks, smirking with a mocking tone.

You sigh, louder.

“Or do you want me to keep going because it feels very good? Mh?” he insists, standing up and coming even closer to your sex. “If you tell me… I can go further; orgasm is something I also need to fully study”

You feel your cheeks on fire, as you swallow and cover your eyes. “Go… further, Kisuke…” you mumble, shily -and honestly so needy-

“Say less!” he energetically answers back, and prepares to give you his special finger treatment… along maybe, with some vitamin D injection.

Kisuke sits back down, this time he takes off his gloves. “We don’t really need this, don’t we?”

One and then two fingers slide inside with no problem, and with beckoning motions he hits the upper wall of your insides. Kisuke knows exactly where and how to touch, and his hand on your lower belly pressing down makes it harder for you to keep it quiet.

You begin squirming, as the sounds of squirting liquids resonate all around his lab. You lose control of your lower half, trying to forcefully close your legs -and failing miserably-.

Orgasm is soon to arrive, and you can’t even moan by now… your eyes met his from above the brim of your hospital gown, and his smirk makes you shiver.

“Kisuke… I can’t- I am coming-“ you inform, even if he already knew by the growing spasms of your walls.

“Are you? Show me so I can take notes on every little sensation…” he whispers, calmly destroying your insides with his masturbating torture.

You nod, letting yourself go, exploding in a wet orgasm that bathes his forearm and gets him harder than ever before.

And, Kisuke, who is not willing to miss the sensation around his dick of your milking climaxing walls, immediately lowers his pants to guide his hard sex into you.

“Can I? this is also part of my investigation, you know” “Fuck me… you can investigate all you want, Kisuke ~” “Thanks for your contribution to science, (Name)… ngh fuck, you are too tight…”

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 25: HAKI Shanks 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @bookandyarndragon ➡ Hi Sashi, May I please have haki play with Shanks and an Afab reader who also has all three types of haki for Kinktober? Sort with of some give and take peting ans stroqking with Haki as well a domination. tw: mdni. usage of haki to fight and sexually. dominating shanks. breathe play. masturbation. vag. wc: 1k masterlist

In strength and power, you could say both were almost equal; however Shanks has always made you weaker…

It is fun enough to fight with him, using your swords and innate powers. It is pretty destructive, however, for the environment; either on the ship or on a random island, there is always a trail of devastation when you are finished.

“No, stop you two. Go fight on the beach, no more on the ship!” Benn scolds both of you, kicking you out of the Red Force. Shanks might be the captain, but Benn is like a mother.

“Either way you are gonna lose tonight” you mock Shanks, jumping to the shore right from the railing.

The red-haired laughs, and soon as you land on the sand, he does the same.

You run, unsheathing your sword to start the fight. Shanks, who can be a very honourable fighter, isn’t with you and attacks you by your back.

It is your observation Haki what alarms you, and your armament Haki what protects your shoulder from his blade -and of course Shanks holding back his force-.

“Traitor! You are attacking me from behind now? how dare you? Coward!” you turn around, hitting Gryphon’s edge with yours.

The brawling extends its length for more than twenty minutes, and, when you two become disarmed, it’s time to fight with your own hands… however, there are no fists involves but rather looks.

Eyes on fire fix into the other’s, a power that reaches the extents of the island and perhaps even further. It is invisible, but it can be felt; some pass out, others feel dizzy… both of you, like falling into a dark pit, with no oxygen and no light… but still standing still with no visible changes.

“I can leave you breathless, you know that?” Shanks brags about his unmeasurable power.

“You might, but I can still live with no air” you answer, feeling like invisible hands surround your neck and squeeze harder each second it passes.

Shanks smirks and allows his shirt to be fully opened as he walks slowly towards you. He seems not to be bothered by the constant usage of his emperors Haki, while you lose concentration.

Your knees become weak, and your legs are unable to hold your weight. You fall to the ground, but his strong embrace surrounds you before you could do so.

“Does my enemy here require some mouth to mouth to keep going?” he murmurs, holding your almost limp body with his arm.

You blink… “motherfucker… you won because you are too sexy, even to me” you grunt, before he could plaster his lips against yours.

Soon, his tongue takes advantage of your lazy one. You were still dizzy, suspecting that he didn’t stop using conquerors Haki at all. You let him do as he please, after all, your fights always end up this way… either Shanks lets your Haki make him dizzy or you do; in any case both always end up tangled in a lustful session of brutal sex.

He carries you, while kissing, towards the back of a big rock. The waves hit the surface and some water filters and wets the sand beneath. You don’t mind, he doesn’t either. Your sweating bodies are pleased to feel refreshed, nevertheless.

With your back resting on the rock, you take a deep breath. “Shanks… stop it.. I can’t breathe” you plead, feeling the crushing pressure of an irrational force that can’t be seen but of course can be felt.

“I am not using my conqueror’s babe… what are you talking about?” he lies, enjoying the way your eyes go white from time to time.

“You are… I know… you are” you huff, coating your fist in armament Haki to hit his abs. You can’t hurt him; you don’t even have the strength to do so.

He scoffs, attacking your neck with kisses and bites. “You are strong… why don’t you show me how much you could resist while I fuck you?” he whispers in your ear, sucking on your earlobe after.

You shiver. He can be dominating in so many ways, one of them is by overpowering you… but also, guiding you to the most submissive states you could ever think of. None of them are because of his Haki, however, but because you are naturally weak to his tempting demeanours.

And as competitive as you can be, but also needy and desperate to please him, you accept the challenge… “fuck me and don’t hold back, I will show you I can give you pleasure as much as I can take the force of your will”

“Very well… if you keep training like this, you will become a Yonko like me… now, where should I start… maybe, let’s see… touching you here?” he laughs, sliding his hand inside your pants and reaching for your sex.

Playful fingers, totally trained, slide in between your labia and land on your throbbing clit. He plays with how wet the surface is, slippery texture perfect to masturbate.

You wish it was easier, but at the same time being under his total domination tells you it’s totally worth it to feel like your world spins around in circles.

Moaning in silence, feeling like fainting and your core like exploding. Shanks slides his fingers now, deep inside your walls. You clench to them, even if your legs would not respond and neither your arms will…

But his fingers aren’t of course enough, and he wants more. And so do you.

“You are a monster… what are you, Shanks?” you mumble, with tunnel vision now and cold sweat running through your temples. His will, his power, his haki is beyond strong… he is not like the others, he is not a common human, he might be as well some type of God, some type of Seraphim.

He smirks, and perhaps he is not an angel, but a demon… “Am I…? are you already delirious, babe?” Shanks scoffs, lifting your weightless body up.

Your legs fall wide open as you lay on top of that rock, where the moonlight bathes you in silver hues and the waves crashing on the shore splash your back.

Shanks crawls on top of you, with his capri pants pulled down and his hardness out. Him, ready and effortlessly imprinting in your body and soul his haki, penetrates you unceremoniously and ruthlessly.

You are able to gasp, thankful for the air filling your lungs. Shanks Conqueror’s Haki is different from the rest… if he usually leaves people breathless, when he indeed uses it, oxygen seems to vanish from the whole atmosphere.

And so much he moves in and out of you, that you can only hear his grunts and little sighs… the blood in your ears, and the blurry vision, your pale blue lips, your trembling muscles…

He has conquered you; your body; your will… your climax and even beyond. You, had conquered him, as well… his will, his climax, and everything beyond…

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 18: CUMDUMP Kuchiki Byakuya 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ day 18 cumdump with byakuya or shunsui? 👀 just being used as their personal stress relief toy 😩💚 tw: mdni. stablished relationship. pretty cute and romantic. stress relief. cumdump duh. oral (I am convinced Byakuya has one of the best oral skills in all seireitei) wc: 1.2K 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I won’t let a man use my body for free, nor be his cumdump for that matter” that’s what you always said until you met him.

Is not easy to be a captain from the Gotei 13, nor a noble where every responsibility relays on your back. He has to be serious all the time, or at least that was what they made him to believe. He has to fulfil the duties of the Kuchiki clan head skilfully and honourably, and some days there are people who won’t cooperate with him to do so.

During those days, in which stress is too high and he can barely stand not using Senbonzakura to slide some heads off, he comes back home with a single idea in mind: fuck her, as much as he pleases. And fill her up so much she can barely walk without messing the floor with his own seed.

“(Name), I’m home” he announces, taking his kenseikan off. That can only mean one thing; since wearing it represents the noble and taciturn aspect of himself, the moment the Kuchiki take them out they are allowed to be free…

Really free…

You run to him, happily knowing he is home. “Byakuya-sama you are ho….-“ you chime, stopping on your feet, watching his silky hair fall freely over his shoulders with no silver garnishment holding it up.

Byakuya smirks, a little slight curve that garnishes the right corner of his lips. You know this man has enough energy to last all night, and exactly the inverse amount of patience.

You widen your eyes, and blink quickly after. Mentally preparing yourself from what’s about to come, you begin to run through the hall of the Kuchiki manor.

“Hell no, come here” he murmurs, running after you. He could use flash step, but he won’t. Byakuya has slowly learned to have fun, to smile and play whenever he is alone with you. Because you have become his safe place, no matter what.

“No, oh lord no!” you cry, laughing as he finally catches you by your waist. “My guts! Have mercy on me, Kuchiki-sama!” you joke, while he moves your hair aside to bite -with anything but delicacy- your neck.

Byakuya pushes you to the bed; the big mattress in which both sleep every night. He is a man of few words, but those aren’t needed… you can read his eyes better than anyone else.

He leaves Senbonzakura over the bedside table, and then proceeds to take his haori off. He might be horny and hard, but his Zanpakuto and Captain distinctive deserves utmost respect anytime.

Once the two of his most important belongings are safely resting aside, Byakuya loosens up the white himo to take the black kosode off and then the white shitagi. All of that ends up on the floor, he has so many pairs he doesn’t care.

His beautiful pure white skin shines before your eyes, the prominent collar bones you love, the tight skin of his stomach, the toned arms, everything, absolutely everything from him.

“Byakuya-sama…” you purr, even if you wish you didn’t speak you can’t help it.

“Mh??” he asks, while softly slapping your knees to spread your legs. You are -conveniently- wearing the fine silk nightgown he bought you with an equally fine lingerie underneath.

He comes in between your legs, extending his hands to you. You are the only one allowed to take his mitt gloves off. And you do, with utmost care, leaving them right next to you like sacred pieces of him.

“Very well, now let’s take this off… shall we?” he utters, as his mandible muscles tenses and his fingers skillfully peel the thong off your body.

With the lace strap still hanging from one of your ankles, he lifts your legs up. He couldn’t wait when he saw your juicy temptation. A fruit he is willing to try and delightfully eat out.

Your shins rest on his shoulders, his right hand on the small of your back to push you even high. His mouth reaches your core so perfectly, tasting the first drops of his favourite elixir.

You contort as the tip of Byakuya’s tongue reaches for your entrance. He devours you, drinking every little hint of femininity melting off you.

With a delicate hand, he presses down your lower belly, making your muscles to spasm harder and the pleasure higher.

Your nails carve marks on the silk sheets, gripping tightly to them with your head thrown back and an expression of pure bliss in your face. The sweet little whimpers abandoning your lips, motivate your long-haired lover to keep going, until he can easily break you in a thousand parts.

“You are so, always, absolutely… delicious…” Byakuya grunts, with his lips still muffled by your anatomy. Your eyes fix on his deep cerulean ones, and there is no need to tell him how much you want him inside you right now…

He immediately puts you down, dominantly, fast, desperately. His hakama feels tight around his crotch, he is about to burst, and it is almost painful to keep on waiting.

You hang there for him to finally untie the front and back himo. And as he does, the black fabrics fall to reveal his erection.

Hungry, like a beast, he is preparing to attack. That delicate, serious noble façade is left aside the moment his hair falls freely and there is no one else but you looking at him.

His nudity, a work of art that is meant to be praised, tops you. There aren’t many words that can express what you feel inside your own inner world. How every skyscraper crumble and turn to dust, how the walls built around fall to let him take over… for his soul to bound and extent it to vast fields of sakura flowers.

Byakuya pants in desire before impaling you with hard delight, his back goes up and down, his sharp sight disarms you, his pale lips slightly separate, and his straight hair frame his angelical face.

You receive him deep inside, pushing even further and curling your back. A mute moan escapes your mouth as you lose the power to speak and the ability to breathe. Nails that were grasping on the sheets are now being carved on his back, and your muffled pants are being inhaled by Byakuya’s mouth.

He has no mercy, just as when he fights, with his hips’ thrusts. It makes the muscles of your inner thighs to spasm, to tremble.

And soon, in between kisses and the sound of wet slaps of your skins, climax reaches for you and him. Like a hurricane, like a summer storm… impetuous, strong and unstoppable.

You bite his lower lip, pulling and smirking as you whine, expecting your womb to be filled by his sweet warm milk.

Byakuya sighs louder and smiles while looking you right in the eye. “Are you ready my sweet beautiful cum dump?” he growls.

“Y-yes… fill me so up to the brim, Byakuya-sama~” “As you wish…”

You aren’t sure if it’s on the genes or it is because he is strong, but that night, there were more than three times in which he was able to release mostly all his stress. And oh, love… you felt like bursting happy to be the official cum dump wife of the Kuchiki clan head ~

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 9: BANKAI Kuchiki Byakuya 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ sashi my love! can we please have day nine with Byakuya with an afab reader, she/her pron? you are an amazing writer, we love u! 💗💗 tw: mdni. a first part of an old idea I had. If you all wish me to keep going with the story I totally will! I based this fic in an old poem I wrote called 𝑨 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏. shower sex. sex with a "stranger". maybe confusing and romantic too. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It has been the same since you can remember; running away from those things. Monsters with white masks and a ravenous desire of swallowing you in just one bite.

You can also see ghosts. And sometimes, even some strange beings dressed in black uniforms with swords here and there.

However, your childhood hasn’t been easy. Being scolded for lying, and sometimes taken to the doctors because of your “wild imagination”

So much you’ve been scolded and bullied that you simply stopped alerting others about that “invisible” menace and kept it secret for yourself… you got used to, after all, to those monsters and how to avoid them… Soon, however, you learnt you can’t always win by yourself…

You feel it. You know it must be closer to you. At least one or two. Maybe a bigger one? Maybe a lot of them?

You grab your bag and start walking faster. With all your senses alerted, you think of the better way to get to a certain place in Karakura town; the Tsubakidai park. Somehow, when you get to a little old shrine, hidden behind tall grass you feel safe. It is always the same, you feel like you are lacking air and then pass out. By the time you wake up, there isn’t any monster following you no more and you are safe to go back home where somehow you sleep soundly feeling a warm mantle of protection falling upon you.

You can feel their stomps getting louder; you can’t act calm now; you should run to the park, as fast as you can. There are no taxis available, it’s cold, it’s dark, the night has already engulfed the lives of the citizens of Karakura.

Crossing the river, just a little bit more (Name)… you will be safe is you run through the bridge. But there is no time to do so, so your legs should get wet. The river isn’t deep, it only gets up to your ankles.

You keep running, taking a brief look behind you. Is not one. Is not two. There are at least, ten of those monsters. As if someone had put a bait to call them all to this damned town.

The slippery river bottom and your shoes aren’t compatible, and your knees hit the ground the moment you slip. You pray it should be enough, you are just a few meters away from the little shrine. Whatever keeps you safe will help you… right?

The claw of the biggest of them, with a scary white mask covering mostly of his “face”, seems to be moving in slow motion as you finally close your eyes waiting for your death.

“Scatter, Senbonzakura”

You open your eyes to discover the most beautiful pink rain of shining petals. However, those alluring sakura flowers cut the monster in pieces, with a violence so unproper of a blooming sapling. How could something so pretty be so deadly?

In between the blushing glow, facing the creatures, stands a man of long hair and white haori covering his black uniform. His hands hold what seems to be the hilt of a sword with no edge, and his impassible attitude before those scary monsters is at least admirable.

You realize that soon, your lungs are begging for more oxygen as that crushing feeling you always experience reaches you again. It’s both torturing, but also calming. This means, you will be safe...

But you were far from it, just yet.

The man turns around with a velocity your eyes can barely follow. His arm suddenly passes around your waist, pulling you so closer to him it even feels disrespectful.

When you finally catch up with the events happening, your eyes ease the blurriness to focus on the finest features you ever came across with. His sharp mandible, his deep blue eyes, the delicacy of his traits equals the fearless sight during battle.

“I am not sure how you are able to see me, but you must stay exactly this way. Or you will die” he tells you, pulling you even closer to his body to the point of almost nuzzling on his chest. With a big jump back, he gets out from the river and now both lay on the shoreline right under the bridge.

You blink repeatedly, you are probably dreaming. This can’t be happening, there is no way such a prince has come to rescue you.

His free hand have no rest, as uncountable numbers of monsters keep appearing. That’s why, you can see in his eyes he has determined something.

“BANKAI… SENBONZAKURA KAGEYOSHI”

The sword in his hand is now sliding down, as if he had let it fall. But instead of hitting the ground, the edge pierces the floor with no effort. Around you, enormous blades stand still, forming some kind of structure built of thousands of them.

Explosively, they turn to million of pieces. And now you understand that what looked like uncountable cherry blossoms were the pieces of those swords.

“I have a safe zone around me, and only me. Should you move away, and the blades will cut you with absolutely no mercy” he informs you, calm but dominantly. Perhaps there is too much of arrogance in his voice, but he is definitely saving your life now, so you must obey.

“I am not moving away from you a single inch, sir” “Very well. This hollows keep coming and I’m not exactly sure why. It won’t take much, though”

You hug him. You need to be sure you won’t move -or maybe it is because he is too irresistible not to do so-. And when you do, he gasps. It is as if both of your skins reacted in different ways than none of you were expecting to.

His gloved, refined hand, moves up and down in swift delicate motions guiding the petals and cutting the “hollows” that violently try to trespass the protective curtain of flowers around you two.

One of them seem to be strong enough to take the cuts, coming as close as possible to you two. Your protector, quickly covers you completely, as his eyes seem to have telekinetic control of the petals. He creates a wave so strong that a blinding pink light explodes, destroying everything once and for all.

When everything is over, the roaring sounds disappear. There is only the music of the river bubbling next to you and the panting of both of you.

You feel your shoulder wet, thinking it must have been due to your fall in the river. But a sweet look confirms it’s blood.

“Sir! You are hurt! Let me help you!” you desperately chime, when you realize his arm has an opened bleeding wound.

“How are you? Are you hurt?” he asks, calmly, brushing your question off. He is strong, surely. But you can’t leave him this way.

You realize none of you have stopped hugging the other. It feels comfortable, as if you have always belonged to his arms.

“I am… ok, sir… Thank you for saving me” you murmur, wondering if he is going to tell you his name some time.

He closes his eyes, and nods. He sighs in relief. “I’m glad you are fine. Where do you live?” he asks, letting you go for the first time since he arrived.

“I can walk by my own, sir. I don’t mean to bother you… however, being hurt… uhm there is a pharmacy nearby I could buy some stuff to cu-“

“I am not a human, miss. Don’t worry about me” he cuts you short, stating something that’s pretty obvious by now.

You nod and start walking back home, you are cold, trembling. You are completely wet, and the night breeze detrimentally makes it worse.

The finest white fabric covers your shoulders. Golden details hanging on each side and your eyes meeting his.

“Sir I… this is…” you try to give him his haori back, but he is not taking it.

“It’s just a cheap garment. Cover yourself”

You silently walk towards your home, with the scent of his clothing engulfing you in a delightful experience. It is soft and manly, and for sure expensive. You wonder what kind of being he might be, even if for you he could be considered an angel, a knight.

“Mh, you live by yourself right?” he asks, all of a sudden a few meters away from your home. How does he know? Was it him who protected you all the time when you ran to the tori?

“Yes… how- never mind. My name is (Name). What’s your name, Sir?” you ask, you at least wish to know who saved you.

“Kuchiki Byakuya. Captain of the sixth squa…” he stops himself from further talking. He realised you are just a human and shouldn’t know about it.

You smile. Of course, he is some kind of captain or important person. You, however, don’t mind. He is coming from another dimension, that’s for sure. No man looks as perfect as him in this world.

“Thank you so much for saving my life, Kuchiki Byakuya. Would you like to come in? If it’s not too much to ask, I would like to cure your wound”

Byakuya seems reluctant to say yes. Yet, he nods and follows you inside your little house in complete silence.

You immediately show him where to sit on your living room as you quickly go grab some gauze and some antiseptic.

Soon enough you find him looking at your television. He seems to be inspecting the appliance with great interest.

“Do you like me to turn it on for you, Mr. Kuchiki?” “Honestly, I have no idea what this does so I’d much rather prefer not to”

You giggle sweetly. Of course televisions aren’t a thing in his dimension or wherever he comes from. He is dressed as if he lived during Edo period, you highly doubt there is such thing as satellite television…

“So, let me see your wound please” you murmur, a little shy, with the curing supplies on your hands.

Byakuya nods and uncovers his shoulder, letting his black shihakusho fall down. Half his chest and lean arm flash beautiful pale skin with a scratch on it.

It’s no time to lust, but to act. He needs attention now.

With utmost care, you pour some drops of antiseptic solution over his shoulder. The liquid runs in form of big drops down his arm and chest, and he flinches before the subtle burning sensation.

“I’m sorry, Byakuya. I know it’s a little bit uncomfortable, but I’ll be quick I promise” you inform him, as diligently clean the scratch and the dried blood all around.

“This doesn’t hurt. I don’t need you curing me, I can do it. I am staying because I am still wondering why so many hollows were following you… and why you are able to see me… you are loaded with heavy spiritual pressure” he spits. He is for sure not a very friendly pal.

He keeps insisting with the fact you are able to see him, and soon you realize why.

“Sir, are you a ghost?! I’ve seen ghosts all of my life, but you- I can touch you and talk to you and… the scent of your sk-“ you stop. That’s embarrassing, but also true. You were never able to touch one of the ghosts you saw before.

Byakuya grabs your hand. You widen your eyes.

“I know you do. But I don’t know what changed for you to see me now and not before” he confesses, pulling you even closer to him. He is somehow inspecting something in you, you can’t quite see.

So, he is indeed the man saving you from the monsters then… what’s his motivation? Why he protects you?

“I am honestly glad to be able to see you at least Mr. Kuchiki. I owe you my life, not once but uncountable times. How should I repay you?” you ask, coming even more close to him.

Byakuya keeps pulling softly from your arm, his soft fingers tracing paths on the inside of it. Your legs hit his knees, it’s difficult to maintain yourself standing.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time, (Name). You don’t need to repay me. Please be safe until we found out what’s the deal with your high spiritual pressure… but I need you not to tell anyone else about this. Even if other people dressed as me come to talk to you, simply ignore them. Promise me you will”

You swallow. How many invisible threats have you been put under throughout your life?

“So, are you staying the night… Byakuya?” you ask, sincerely and shamefully. You don’t want him to go, and now you begin to think that every time he saved you in silence he probably stayed by your side all night…

Byakuya nods. He knows you are not stupid; he knows you know. He understands that tonight, more than any night, he must stay right by your side.

No words were said. He followed you to your bedroom. Because both knew that this haven’t been the first time…

“I bet you sat there all night, Byakuya…” you laugh, pointing at a chair you found warmth every now and then without nobody sitting there. “Or maybe in my closet…?” you joke.

“No, the closet is not my style. My sister’s, however…” he mumbles, with a soft smile showing in the commissure of his mouth.

A smile; this man knows how to smile?! Oh, how beautiful was that.

You giggle sweetly, as you scrutinize some comfortable clothes to offer him. He is still wet, he shouldn’t be.

“Here, this should fit. It was going to be a gift for my brother. But… anyway. You can take a shower, I will give you towels… you- can use my hairbrush too” you tell him, while lending him a pair of grey jogging pants and a white shirt.

His hands graze yours, and a simple touch makes you shiver; weak.

You indicate him to follow you to your bathroom. “Here. I’m sure you know how this works” you point towards the shower tab.

“You should take a bath first. You are absolutely wet. I just have my feet a little cold” Byakuya insists, almost whispering behind you. There isn’t much space in your tiny bathroom.

“Then we should bathe together” you joke, taking your hand to your mouth and laughing happily while opening the tab for him.

However, Byakuya has some trouble catching which sayings are simply jokes and which ones are serious propositions…

His delicate hands land on your waist. A jolt of electricity runs through your body, ending in a gasp coming out of your mouth.

He slowly turns you around to face him, committing a sin that nobody should learn about.

“I’d like to do that” he murmurs, as your back hits the acrylic shower screen and Byakuya approaches your lips with his.

You look up at him. He might have been watching you for a long time… but this is the first time your eyes see his face. Even if you tried to deny his presence every time you felt it around you.

Almost instinctively your hand reaches for his cheek, and somehow all of your doubts suddenly fade away. Whether this is real or not, safe or not you simply don’t know.

His lips crash with yours in a soft but needy peck. Byakuya’s body sticks to yours. Soon you two begin kissing desperately, lustfully, sexually.

It seems to you that the kiss turned liberating for him. Who knows how many nights he spent wanting to join his mouth with yours…

It doesn’t take much for his hands to finally undress you. Your dampened clothes falling to the floor, tangling a little around your ankles. His clothes, also falling to the floor. Those baggy clothes can’t hide the perfect anatomy before your eyes.

“You are beautiful” Byakuya mumbles, as your body presents in full display once and for all.

“I’m sure you already knew how I looked…” you murmur, thinking he could be capable of peaking through your shower during those nights where he cared for you in secret.

“I would never, ever, disrespect you. I never once tried to peak through” he confesses, perhaps even feeling “stupid” for not doing it.

On tippy toes, you plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. “I know. For some reason, I feel like I’ve known you since the very moment I was born”

Byakuya’s eyes get instantly coated with a glossy mantle of tears. Even if he tries to hide it, he is not really able to do so. And instead, he lifts you up from your thighs.

Kissing you more and more deeply, with the steam of the shower already replacing the oxygen in your lungs, he gets inside the shower with you.

The hot water rains on both of you. His raven hair, falls gracefully on his shoulders and wide back. It tangles in between your fingers that rest on the nape of his neck.

“I wish to make love to you” he moans, with lingering lips.

You sigh in response; you can’t even talk. He is a stranger and still feels like your soul is bounded to his… why?

You hug his waist with your legs, feeling his sex graze yours from how hard he is getting. He is holding back, just not to penetrate you right away… even if that’s exactly what you two are desperate to do.

“Please… do it now” you beg, kissing the scratch he got on his arm earlier.

Byakuya moves your hair out of your face a places a soft kiss on your forehead with his eyes closed.

“Yes… after so long…” he grunts, allowing his hips to finally impale you. While you didn’t have to wait, he did. But when he begins to move in and out, it feels as if you were pleading for this for an eternity.

The back of your head hits against the wet tiles of your shower. Byakuya’s sharp teeth bite your neck, your skins slap against the other while there is no space in between your bellies.

The more he rams into you, the more you carve your heels on the small of his back and pull from his beautiful black hair.

Byakuya grunts. You moan, loudly. As if it might be the last time your bodies will join, you keep connected until the hot water runs out. Orgasming, one, two, three times. And who knows how many more times.

Dripping, full of his release, he carries you in arms to your bed. “I can’t get enough of you…” he whispers, as he deposits you over the mattress.

“Then don’t go. Stay and love me more. Protect me, with those sharp petals…”

“This is gonna be the death of me, (Name)…”

(to be continued)

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sashi-ya · 6 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 7: STEPCEST Urahara Kisuke 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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It’s bad. you can’t keep dreaming of him. With him. Of the things you want him to do to you.

“He is my brother” you repeat, knowing very well that he really isn’t. But to the rest of the world, he is like it. To you, even. And every night, since he moved back home, you’ve been dealing with your unacceptable needs…

Kisuke needed to come back home, he had had a serious fight with Yoruichi, and she had enough of him. In fact, you took her side, but you couldn’t let him sleep on a hotel. He can sometimes be… annoying, and a bad boyfriend. But he is not a bad person; Kisuke loses track of time when working at the lab and puts almost everything into one investigation…

Your throat feels dry. Your body sweated. It’s a hot night, summer should have left the town, but it seems to be reluctant to do so. With a silky white sleep gown, you go downstairs for a cup of water. However, you knew too well the thirst wouldn’t be satisfied this way.

Everything seems silent, Kisuke should be sleeping in the couch -or that’s what it seems to you –. But it turned it was just the sheets he never tents.

You hurry up, chugging the glass of cold water to cool your heat quickly. Yet, the moon outside catches your attention and you begin to day dream of those times where both of you were younger and met for the first time…

His father and your mother had married, and both being almost adults didn’t find it too terrible. As college represented a higher worry in your lives you simply accepted the new assembled family, discovering a high connection in between you and him. Kisuke soon left home for uni and some years after he started working at a laboratory he is now closer to preside.

And all throughout those years, and from the very first time you saw his face, you accepted loving him was off limits, even if your heart ached for him…

You sighed, with blurred eyes fixed on the argentum shine of the moon outside the window. But a pair of hands suddenly surrounded your waist from behind.

“Wha-?” you asked, scared. “Daydreaming? You look sad, (Name)-san… what happened?” Kisuke asks, resting his chin on your shoulder. His messy blonde hair grazing your cheek and neck, his sweet perfume reaching you, the warmth of his embrace feeling so holy and so terrible at the same time.

You take some seconds to answer. Growing up, Kisuke has always been very physically close to you and your family members. You couldn’t say it was just because he enjoyed touching you. You couldn’t simply push him away.

“I am ok, I was just remembering old times. That’s it. You should go back to sleep… or go to sleep for once. I know you are investigating something important, but your health should matter a little bit more, Kisuke” you scold him, as you’ve always done.

“Aaaa~ah… my older sister will always do this, huh? Not even the years that have passed changed you, huh?” he jokes, hugging you so tight, pulling you so close to his body that your breathing cuts short.

Your eyes open wide, when you can clearly feel the whole entirety of his flesh against yours. From his chest on your back, to his hipbones on the small of your back.

“Wh- stop it, for real. Go to sleep. I am tired too…” you stutter; the trembling in your voice can’t be hide, the anxiety rising inside you either.

“You are clearly sad, let’s go” he chimes, turning you around and lifting you up in his arms. He is quite tall and despite not having a huge frame, he is very strong. And no matter how much you could kick and hit his back with your fists, he isn’t letting you go. Instead, Kisuke laughs happily.

When he gets to your room, he throws you on the bed. Your heart pumps faster, and you can only repeat for yourself “he is playing, he is your brother”.

“Make some space, I won’t go away until either you tell me what is going on or you fall asleep” he says, snuggling right by your side.

You are still unable to speak and can barely blink. You fix your gaze on the ceiling of your room; a soft blueish light kisses the walls and your skins. Kisuke hugs you, and your senses intensify. The sound of your breathing, the sound of his reverberates in your mind. Your heart pumps more and more blood and all of it seems to be going to one place only; your core.

He hugs you closer, turning you to side so that your nose ends up being inches from his chest. Kisuke is someone who finds trouble with keeping basic hygiene, but tonight his skin smells deliciously tempting.

You feel your head spinning, like your soul is about to leave your body. This is not ok. This is wrong. This is bad. He is your brother… he is not.

“Kisuke… can you go sleep in the couch?” you ask, painfully. The tone in your voice holds the aching need of a beast inside you. Your hands are sweaty, you are drowning in guilt but also in lust… if you move a single muscle more, it will be to kiss him.

“Why- I even bathe. Why I can’t sleep with my older sister??” he asks, and it seems to you that he knows exactly what he is doing. Urahara Kisuke is a genius, he probably knows… in fact, he always has.

“STOP CALLING ME OLDER SISTER. I AM NOT YOUR SISTER!” You snap, pushing him away and turning around. It’s either mistreating him or ruining your family. But when did Kisuke ever cared about morals?

He comes closer, this time spooning you. His hands so shamefully passing around your waist and landing down your belly button. The warmth of his breathe reaches your nape, while his nose buries in between your hair.

“You are my sister… and I don’t care…” the scientist whispers, torturing you with his lips lingering over your skin.

It all turns bumpy, and your muscles stiffen. You need him, you want him. Your body succumbs to the most depraved lust ever existing. Your back arches just enough for your buttocks to graze his now growing hardness.

“Kisuke… don’t do this” you beg, as his hands slide down your waist towards your hips. He pulls you against his crotch, this time with no absolute delicacy, to make sure you feel he is as horny as you are.

His hardness feels sinfully exquisite, and you can’t stop yourself from moving your ass from side to side; you want him desperate, so fucking needy. You want him to be even able to feel the wetness pulling in between your legs and perhaps even dampening your inner thighs.

And oh, he notices immediately after his pants are down. Enough of the smooth player, he can’t wait to taste you no more.

Your thighs receive his warm sex right in between them, closer to your now dripping panties but not enough to touch your labia. You squeeze your legs to trap him, as his hands now free your breasts from above your night gown. Kisuke’s fingers feel wonderfully pinching your nipples.

“Should I continue, my sweet sister ~?” he asks, rejoicing in the word sister because it is as sick and depraved, and it is also turning you on more than what you could ever expect.

Oh, the guilt, what a big kink.

“Fuck me… brother” “With great pleasure”

Kisuke immediately turns you around, topping you with no shame. His hand landing on your cheek, his lips approaching yours. Crossing any line ever traced, two mouths crashing in total concupiscence; two tongues dancing in pure sin.

Your step brother pulls your panties down, as both kiss with total passion. His fingers quickly reach for your wet flower, it even surprises that you are dripping so much.

“You are so incredible wet, how needy are you?” he asks, in between lip bites. “I need you inside of me, now. Now, please” you moan, leaving any reason behind, allowing your desires to take full control of your consciousness.

Kisuke doesn’t really need to finger you nor prepare your entrance, your walls are desperately hungry to feel stretch by him. He smirks, the strings of his precum that were forming on his tip and pooling on your belly button are the sweet show of how much he needs you too.

The blonde guides his hardness to your entrance, he doesn’t even need to move further as it slides so perfectly inside. He stays, for some seconds, right by your entrance making you curl your back and turn your eyes white from pleasure. He knows, he perfectly understands how your body works and how to make you pull from the bedsheets.

And right before he goes deep, with a ram than feels like breaking you in half, your eyes fix into each other’s.

His hips begin to move, but your eyes couldn’t. There was a feeling of deep connection and also intense regret in them. But most importantly, and despite all guilt, both felt like there wasn’t a safest place than each other’s embrace.

Kisuke goes deep as much as you buck up your hips, joining your cores almost inevitably willing to melt into one. He lets himself fall on top of you, while you hug his waist to keep him trapped inside of you. Kissing desperately, breathing moaning, drinking the other’s grunts and little “nhngs” and “fucks”.

Climax coming. Climax taking over. His flesh slapping yours, both sweating but never letting go. Your nails leaving the trace of their path engraved in his pale back.

Kisuke believes is not enough deepness and pulls you up to finally sit on his lap still penetrating you. Your legs around his waist, his nesting you around. His hands pressing on the small of your back and yours on his nape.

Explosively finishing in heaven, two sinful souls that have just condemned themselves to the infinite void of hell…

“I wanted you since the day I met you” ; “I wanted you too… but this is wrong…” “Wrong would be not doing it, sister ~”

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 1 ➡ ᴄᴜᴍᴘᴅᴜᴍᴘ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . nsfw . minors dni. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @sukunas-number1whore 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚣𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝐓𝐰: 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝐰𝐜: 765

Zoro’s calloused hands are placed on each side of your hips, he has bent you over the kitchen's counter. It’s been almost two weeks since he saw you; he has just arrived from a Kendo tournament on the other side of the country. Your muscular lover is needy, horny, he has been craving from your sex since he landed at the airport.

Your pants, now ripped as he isn’t able to stop himself, rest over the ground tied around your ankles. Your palms and right cheek, pressed against the cold marble countertop. Your legs being spread wide open with his knees, while he lowers his zipper.

“I know we talked about foreplay but let me just… fuck you now” he grunts, as he blindly guides his dick into your already wet sex. His weight is crushing, and his typical scent invades your nostrils when he bends right over your back. Zoro licks the lobe of your ear; he bites it too and grunts while his shaft pushes its own way inside you.

You whimper, sexily, as you feel him stretching you out so delightfully. Your walls milk the throbbing dick of your personal samurai that begins to move in and out. He goes slower at first, but hard, so increasingly rough as seconds pass by.

The sound of his thighs slapping your ass cheeks mix with your pleading moaning and his demonic grunts, a beast so ready to wreck you with merciless hip thrusts. Zoro improves his grip by squeezing your breasts, sometimes even pinching your nipples. You are frothing over the counter, as you keep whining his name and your breathing becomes haste.

It’s not enough, though, he wants you screaming louder. Zoro licks his fingers, making them really wet. Wetness he discovers isn’t really needed when as he keeps fucking you, takes his hand to your clit. Circles, in perfect motions that accompany his hammering torture, make your eyes white, your nails to carve the cold stone underneath you.

“More… more, more” you beg. And more is what the man fucking you is gonna give you, beautiful representation of male creation, his caramel skin and roughness sends you to heaven. The drops of sweat that run from his temples to his sharp jawline, fall over your back. Summer nights are so hot, as hot as hell, as hot as the demonic aura of Roronoa Zoro.

And certainly, your body isn’t able to resist much longer, and every nervous terminal crisp as orgasm takes over. You squirm under him, whining how much you are coming.

“Are you done? You are not moving until you are full and bursting with my seed… I want you to drip my cum all over the kitchen, my little cum dump” he growls while he keeps fucking you despite of your trembling limbs and overstimulated entrance.

“Y-yes, my love” you stutter, holding on for dear life to the last bits of energy left in your body.

“Good girl, you have no idea how much I have inside… so many days apart have been difficult” he moans in between pants, as he pulls from your hair to lift you up. Your legs, which aren’t really responding any longer, only depend on Zoro’s hands around your waist to keep you standing up. Your lover is using you like a doll to only satisfy his release needs.

“Will you be my cum dump? Huh? That’s what your hole is made for, right? To be fucked and filled by me” he whispers, when you begin to feel the way his dick gets harder, you can even feel the throbbing sensations, the pulsating blood pumping against your walls.

“Yes, yes… Fill me up with your milk, please” you cry in pure bliss, a new climax is about to hit you and you only want to be filled.

And just as he said, he does. Smirking and sweating, with a guttural moan, he comes. He gives you deep thrusts every time his precious seed sprouts from his sex, to push it up deep, deep inside of your womb.

It’s not until he is finished filling you up, that he takes his dick out of you in a violent motion. “Let me see…” he mutters, spreading your glutes just to enjoy his white release flowing from your insides. You can feel it dripping, sliding from your labia to your inner thighs, drizzling the ground and your clothes…

“Such a beautiful cumdump you are, my sweet wife…”

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Pulsation +18. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @valval08 your 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 bonbon is filled with 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒕 & 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 , please enjoy the taste of 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒙

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Ink lines crossing his skin, the heart in his chest against your back. His knees on the mattress, yours over his thighs. The surgeon of death pulling from your arms back, your tiny pleaded skirt covering the lewd motions of sex against sex.

He goes in and out, so hard. So violently. “La- Law! I- uhh… auch….” “You asked me to be rough, didn’t you… (Name)-ya?”

He has no mercy. He won’t have it even if you ask him to stop. Law is not even making an effort, it’s so natural for him to fuck you this hard.

His tattooed fingers round your neck, expertly applying pressure exactly where it should be done. He can sense your pulse going up on the tip of his fingers, and he wishes to cut that blood flow just to make you dizzy, so damn dizzy. He wants all your blood where it should be; your sex. He wants your anatomy filled up, throbbing, swollen. Law wants your walls to clench tight to his shaft.

“Uhgh- ugh- nggh- L- Law!“ you pant, and also gag. He presses your carotids with his thumb and middle finger, while his index pulls your tongue down as it invades your mouth. You drool, your mascara tinted tears also go down your cheeks. Immoral waterfalls that can only match the wetness of your core.

Law scoffs, he doesn’t get tired from the thrusts, not in the slightest; “It was such a beautiful makeup you got for valentine’s… and I’m here ruining it” he laughs. And that laughter is the sweetest melody your lightheaded self could catch from around you.

You whimper and whine, just when he decides -from time to time- you can use your throat. He goes for the marks around your neck, he wants his fingertips on your skin, carved, tattooed.

You thought it would be funny if you dared him to fuck you “rough”. You insisted, you played with the idea. You even joke he was soft and delicate… and he promised you would never had to say that… ever again…. “Am I too soft? Too delicate, (Name)-ya? Well, we will see after this romantic dinner”

Law also squeezes your breasts. He goes hard, he doesn’t care. He pinches and twists your nipples, he wants you to scream. And you do, as he pulls so mercilessly from your erected, overly sensitive buttons.

He also bites, from time to time, your shoulders. Because… why wouldn’t he? You wanted it rough, right?

Oh, rough and raw too. raw, so he could fill you up…

“Ngh, (Name)-ya…” he for once goes slower. His hips aren’t killing you as before. You have come, probably twice already but him? Not yet. You can’t help but move on your own, going up and down, sometimes back and forth but most importantly tracing circles with your hips around his hard, drippy sex.

You want to milk him. You really want more. You want his warm release inside you, too.

He tries to stop you, his hands pressing down your lower belly now. He wants you to go slower, but he can’t make it happen. His own hips aren’t responding to his brain, either.

“Don’t- I’m not wearing a condom” he tries to warn you. He is so torn into keep doing it rough, filling you up to the brim, he has fantasized with his own cum dripping out your entrance so many times before.

“Fill me up ~” you purr, making his arms to fully surround your waist. You want to lock him in and around you, and you do with your own arms. You have closed your legs enough so that he is also unable to pull off. -He didn’t, he couldn’t do it, either way-

Law takes a look at the reflection of your bodies in a foggy window of a cheap hotel. It was valentine’s day, there was no time, you didn’t want to waste it searching for a better place. It could have been the car; but there wasn’t enough room, he said.

“You want me to destroy you, and now to get you pregnant (Name)-ya? You want me to fucking get you pregnant?” he asks, this time whispering, short of breath and full of desire, on your ear. “Do you really wanna get filled with my cum? Are you gonna keep it all inside, my sweet little bitch?”

You nod, desperately, humping on top of him, clenching to his throbbing hardness so ready to give the surgeon the so needed relief. “Pl- please, Law… fill me up, get me pregnant, impregnate me”

Law sighs louder, he needs to let go all the tension accumulated in his chest. “Very well, allow me to ~” he moans, going as hard as fast as possible with thrusts that could kill, that make you shiver, that make you weak.

And with a loud grunt, he comes. This time is him who won’t let you stand up. He traps you against his thighs, against his sweaty body. “Keep it there” he growls, kissing your cheek, going as deep as possible, remaining there. Both bodies mixed in one, connected for almost eternity. “Keep it there for me, (Name)-ya… happy valentine’s day, I love you”

“Thank you, my love… it feels so warm…” you mumble, turning to the side to give him sloppy kisses, so full of passion and lust. “Don’t move until the last drop is inside me… I love you~”

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𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Sweet Dreams +18. 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @chloeleau your 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑭𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕 bonbon is filled with 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 & 𝑹𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 , please enjoy the taste of 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚

request: @chloeleau asked:hey sashi!! i would humbly like to request a devil fruit bon bon with ace x f reader?? :3 tw: TRIGGERING CONTENT ALERT: sleep play. totally consented. However, I play with Ace's guilt because reader seems to be sleeping. Reader states ALL the time she wants it. Ace knew about her wanting it too. He doesn't do anything until reader asks him outloud to fuck her. masturbation. vag sex. squirting | wc: 1.3k | masterlist|

February 14th; first St. Valentine’s together.

“Ah… damn it’s too cold outside!” you whine, buried on Ace’s back as he quickly types the number code on the keypad of his apartment.

“Damn yes, it is. Come on, get inside!” Ace chimes, opening the door and pulling you in.

It’s been a good night, a date like only a gentleman would provide. Delicious dinner at the Baratie and then a funny visit to a scape room. Of course, Ace wasn’t the star of the night as mind games weren’t exactly his forte, however, you both had a blast.

The freckled youngster closes the door, and as soon as he does -and his black with flames benie falls to the ground- he pins you against the wall of his entrance hall. “Now, finally alone… let me give you the last one of my gifs” he whispers, with his lips lingering on yours, and his agitated chest going up and down.

You widen your eyes. You’ve been waiting for this, and he has too. All throughout the night, both have touched each other, both have whispered how much you would like to get home to finally taste the honeys of indecency together.

“You really want this, don’t you?” you whisper, each time you do your lips caress his. “I would do it even while sleeping” he murmurs, seconds before his mouth would crush with yours. His tongue slips inside, and doesn’t ask for any permission to travel your cave. Ace breathes your moans, your whines and your little purrs as he carries you to his bed with a nonstop, breath taking kiss that left you trembling.

And there, he takes you. With love, and passion. With need and deadly thrusts that end with both of you completely passing out on his bed…

But, desire is never ending. And your bodies want more, so much more.

Your eyes adjust to the slight light ray coming from the blindfolds of Ace’s bedroom. It’s still night, as the streetlight is still on. You aren’t cold, a warm skinned boy got you trapped. Both naked, bodies one against the other, still wet and sticky from earlier.

Ace sleeps soundly. His hand rests over your lower belly, your back against his chest. Him being the big spoon, lowly snoring with your hair perfume on his freckled nose. You slowly turn around, just enough to see him.

His sex isn’t hard, but you can still feel it resting over the small of your back. You bite your lower lip, he fucked you so good that left you quivering. And you want more, so much more.

And soon you remember his words… “I’d do it even while sleeping”

And you smile, so deadly. Slowly tempting Ace. Slowly waking him up… playing the innocent victim, offering your body for him to take you, to use you. He knows you like it, you’ve talked to him about it before. And you suspect that was exactly why he said those words.

You delicately lift your ass just enough for his sex to fall in between your thighs… “Should I let him thigh fuck me? Or should I wake him up with oral? I think I’m gonna go for him to decide” you think, giggling, taking his hand down your stomach to the start of your core.

A little bit of motion, and he is already whimpering in his sleep. His sex becomes hard, harder. His eyes, still closed, but his frown intensifies. “Ace…” you whisper, it’s time for him to open those cute little burning eyes.

As soon as you notice him waking up, you close your eyes. However, your sex is now coating his with your arousal honeys.

Ace coughs, and in little to no time he realizes his state. As the gentleman he is, he firstly, gets scared. “Wha- what… I’m- no-“ he stutters. He doesn’t want to abuse your trust. Even if you are there, ready for him to penetrate you as much as wanted.

The freckled youngster notices his hand close, almost touching your folds. He can feel the wetness on the tip of his fingers. He sighs, he trembles, he feels his dick twitching and oozing precum nonstop.

Ace takes a big gasp of air. Your entrance, right there, calling him to bury inside, to go deep, deep. Or maybe just jerk himself with your soft inner thighs… but, he couldn’t. He couldn’t do such thing… right?

He tries to go back; But your legs squeeze him with soft, but quick motion. He freezes. “Is this what you want… (Name)?” he whispers, kissing after the lobe of your ear.

You act asleep still. But babble something incoherent just to push him to the limit, is this his limit? How much he will be able to resist?

He swallows, noticing your whole body covered in bumpy skin. Taking a swift look at your nipples getting harder, your cheeks becoming hot, so hot. Arousal is so difficult to hide, specially to someone who loves you so much.

“Why are you doing this to me? I wanna really fuck you, so deep… you are completely dampening my dick, (Name)…” he pants. His hand squeezing your hip’s side. Even leaving potential bruises there.

You smile. A soft smirk that shows how much his neediness and pain is exciting you. You move a little more, taking this time your folds to be in full touch with his throbbing wet tip. “Mhh… mngh” you mumble one more time. “Mhhn… Ace…” you do it again.

And he can’t take no more. His belly spasms, his tanned skin tenses. He pants like an animal.

How could you be so cruel, (Name)?

Ace lifts your leg up. He gets just the tip inside you. Not even fully. Your warm welcoming entrance gives him a little bit of relief. But the guilt is killing him. The guilt, the need, how wet you are. His mind becomes blurry; nobody desires you as much as he does, and he is breaking the rules… “why? Why are you doing this to me?” he is about to cry, his body won’t be able to stop if you keep moving your ass up just a little more… because you want him to fill your insides, fully, too.

You giggle. This time a little louder. “fuck me, you silly” you whisper, using your arm to pull him against you from his hips.

“Fuck… (Name)!” he cries, impaling you so violently it sounds when your skins hit each other’s.

You moan louder, gripping the sheets around you. Ace is fucking you even harder than before, way harder. He doesn’t stop there, he needs to punish, to feel the same way of pleasure he is now feeling… his hand reaches your core from behind and as he fucks you insatiable, he traces circles around your clit.

You moan louder. You feel like bursting. You are indeed bursting. Ace hits your right spot, you feel a overflowing release coming from your insides. “Get my sheets wet, come on” he encourages, as your eyes become teary from pleasure and the control of your body being lost.

“A- Ace… I- I’m gonna-“ “Oh no, my sweet firefly I won’t stop now… there is no coming back, keep sleeping if you want but I will make you come so hard you won’t even have to dream for a better dick in your life”

And you come. One, two, so many times. Beating exhaustion, or maybe not. And he does too. Filling you up, so warmly, this time sending you to sleep with something more than a glass of warm milk…

What a good first Saint Valentine’s day 💖

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𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Cinnamon & Dark Chocolate +18. 𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @thegrandlinesimp your 𝒁𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒆́ bonbon is filled with 𝑪𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 & 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, please enjoy the taste of 𝑺𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌

request: @thegrandlinesimp asked: Hello Sashi! May I pretty please have the Zébré with the tulip tsundere, Eustass Kid? Female for gender. If we’re allowed to say what fillings we don’t want, then can I please not have salted caramel or strawberries & champagne. If not then…yolo. Thank you. I look forward to the fills for this, it looks fun! (I am eyeing that impregnation/creampie filling with fingers crossed!) | tw: size kink. impregnation. mentions of pregnancy. semi public sex. oral and masturbation. kinda rough sex. implied zosan at the end (don't worry is nothing big) wc: 1k | masterlist

You always hear them whisper, talk when you pass. “Isn’t he way bigger than her?”; “That must be painful”

Painful? Who said that? It’s anything but that… Kidd takes total care of you, and tonight, even if romance isn’t his forte, it’s even taking you in a total romantic date for Valentine’s day.

Or at least he tries...

“Woman is this the place you wanted to come? Tell me the guys didn’t lie to me” he says, taking a good look around. A sophisticated atmosphere receives both of you; a restaurant decorated with candles and roses, a golden aura all around.

You giggle, sure it is the one you wanted to visit; the Baratie. They say that here, you can taste the flavours of all the seas joined in one. On the corner, there is even a skinny man playing the piano, filling the place with sweet classic melodies.

“Yes, Kidd. Thank you so much” you nod, slightly resting your forehead against his muscular arm.

The redhaired feels proud of himself, and even if he doesn’t show, he is also happy because you are too. But the feeling of inner peace gets disturbed instantly by a blonde with curly brows praising the beauty of his lover; the main chef. What is he doing here?

“Welcome to the Baratie! I’m Sanji, the main chef! Where do you wanna seat my beautiful mademoiselle… and… your…?” he chimes, looking at Kid after scanning you with a brilliant smile.

You laugh, and kindly answer “My boyfriend. We are here to celebrate Valentine’s” you chime, already feeling the tension in between the both of them. Kidd isn’t always showing his emotions, but tonight things were about to take a different turn if you didn’t interfere.

The blonde showed you a table next to the window; and take a deadly look at Kidd when he didn’t move the chair out for you to sit. Truth is, you don’t wanted to, nor ever asked of it. You only wanted to sit down, order and avoid the chef and your lover to have further interaction.

Sanji suggested the chef’s choice, and both acceded to order that. As soon as the fancy blonde left, Kid put his heavy hand over the table. It made you slightly jump from your sit, but you know he isn’t angry with you.

“Calm down, he is just acting like a fancy French man… I’m sure his not a menace to you” you joke, sliding your hand on top of his veiny one.

Kidd fixes his burning red eyes on yours, and turns around your hand to be the one under his. “You are mine; you know that? Do you want me to remind it to you?” he grunts, low but loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyes widen, a few slow blinks after and you are gawking. Is not that this is new coming from Kidd but it surely startled you. However, your façade turns from surprised to a sexy grin and sloppy eyelids.

“Me? Yours? And how are you planning to show me that?” you whisper, playing with your fingertips on his palm in a sexy way.

Kidd smirks widely and tilts his head to the side. A challenge? For him? Now you better get ready for what’s about to come for you…

The silence in between you two says more than any words the crimson haired could ever say. He has let his hair down today, sexy tufts fall over his face and they match perfectly with the formal attire he bought just for tonight. He never wore it, but you are absolutely grateful he did. The savage style is what made you fell in love with him, but the suit looks extremely good on him.

Of course, such silence gets interrupted by the Chef bringing himself your plates. He flirts a little more with you while the sound of Kidd’s teeth gritting surrounds you. You smile sweetly at Sanji and as soon as he fleets off Kidd narrows his eyes.

“Eat. Fast” he orders.

“Excuse you? Why are you ordering me around, Mr. Eustass?” you ask, narrowing your eyes too.

“Fine, if you don’t mind the food getting cold then…” he says, standing up and taking you from your hand. He begins to walk towards the bathrooms, and you are unable to process what’s going on. You trip to match his long and fast steps in silence.

Kidd opens quite violently the bathroom door and takes a look to see if there is anyone there. “Come in” he says, pulling you inside. You kind of imagine what he is planning, but right there…?

“Kidd i think we shouldn-“ you can’t keep talking; the red haired kisses are enough to shut you up. His tongue exploring your mouth, your tongue slowly getting used and matching his motions. You whine as he pushes inside one of the stalls, his hand searches for under your skirt. He squeezes your thighs; he bites your lips and pull from them.

“Here it is how I was planning on showing you are totally mine” he grunts, as your back hits the refined door of the bathroom stall. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t wait until getting home, hope you don’t mind”

You shiver, he is so big compared to you -or anyone really-. His topping body makes your legs turn weak, you know he can be as violent as he wants with you, you allow him to; he loves to do it.

Kidd sits on the toilet and helps you stand still against the door right in front of him. “It’s a blessing you are wearing this cute little skirt…” he scoffs, spreading your legs just so that his arm would fit in between them. He discovers your wet reaction on your panties, Kidd is delighted with it he even smiles sweetly.

“Are you that horny for me, (Name)?” he asks, moving your panties aside to take some of that dampness in between his fingertips.

You nod. Of course you are. Since he picked you up tonight you were waiting for this moment… Your mind goes blank, and your hands cover your mouth as his index suddenly penetrates you. Your knees try to join but Kidd won’t let that happen…

“No, no. Don’t close them. We need you ready to take me…” he whispers, taking his finger out and sucking on it clean from your arousal. “Ah… you are so delicious… come here”

Kidd pulls you closer to his face, he helps you lift your leg so that you could step on his right thigh. “I bet this dinner tastes a lot better than that tasteless shit” he growls, bringing your sex almost over his mouth so that he can eat you out.

Your muscles tremble, you wanna shout, you wanna scream; Kidd does it so well, twirling tongue against your clit and his index opening its way inside you. Up and down and sometimes in beckoning motions, adding fingers, sucking, and licking. Sometimes, he even bites your inner thighs. Feasting on your core it’s his favourite meal, and no fancy restaurant can match it…

But, Kidd needs more. And, as he said, he will show you, you are nobody’s but his.

“I think you have been stretched enough to take me…” he says, cleaning his shiny chin from your fluids with his forearm. He lends you his hand to help you put your leg down but as soon as you do, his hand carves in your glutes to pull you towards him and sit on his lap.

You gasp, you can feel his throbbing hardness through the black pants he is wearing -and that you are probably wetting-. “What about me fucking you this way, and really showing you who you belong to?” he adds, stating he clearly wants to claim your body as his.

“Fuck me, yes… please” you whisper, already moving backwards so that you can get his sex out of that fabric prison. Quickly, efficiently, you pull down his zipper. He is also dampened; Kid is hard and so wet.

“Sure thing, woman” he moans, guiding his tip to your entrance. You remain lingering over it without fulling sitting yet, you are scared of him going deep… being the size he is, your walls are already both eager and afraid.

Kidd must be feral, but he isn’t a brute. He waits until you are ready, he doesn’t push you, he simply allows you to slowly go down as he slides inside you. Your nails carve on his wide back, leaving marks on his black coat. Your lips trapped by his, Kidd drowns your soft whimpers so nobody could hear you.

He also shivers. The feeling of tightness around his shaft makes him weak. Your red-haired lover closes his eyes as he lets himself go in the oppressive sensations around his sex. “Ugh… you are so damn tight… you take me so good…” he whispers, lips against lips, warmth against warmth.

Your toes curl, your skirt has rolled up your waist, your hairstyle gets absolutely messed up and you don’t really care about a thing… except the bulge forming in your lower belly as the thrusts now have become faster and harder.

Kidd pulls from your head back, he needs to kiss the crook of your neck. He pants and grunts against your skin, you do the same with hands playing with his red locks.

“Allow me to cum inside you. I want to make you mine, completely” he pleads, going violently in and out you. Your tiny frame compared to his seems to get smaller as you hear those words. “Let me fill you up with my seed, let me make you mine, make you so damn pregnant with a child of mine”

“I love you, please do it ~” you purr, with what’s left of energy and the feeling of breaking in half for how full you feel already… and you want to feel fuller, a lot more fuller… flooded, dripping.

And that’s exactly what you get. As you retort yourself over his hardness, reaching climax, squeezing, milking him out he gets ready for his release. Kidd hugs you tight, kissing your lips, breathing into each other’s lungs, feeling your heartbeats with your chests pressed together…

“Ngh… Until the last drop… hold it in…” he grunts, as his twitching anatomy bathes your inner walls with his warm, sticky seed. “I fucking love you, woman”

“I won’t let any drop go to waste… this feels so… ngh… fu- good… I love you too, Kidd…”

Ah by the way, about dinner… the moment you left the bathroom to go back to the table you saw the blonde “womanizer” chef kissing passionately with the green haired security guard from the parking lot right on the back of the restaurant.

“Oh…” Kid muttered. “Told you, you didn’t have to worry”

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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 21 ➡ 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝚑𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒! 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟷 (𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗) 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚊𝚠 𝚡 𝚉𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚡 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. law x zoro action based on a personal hc I have from what could have happened in Zou. fingering. oral. double penetration. 𝐰𝐜: 1.5k ➡ hentober masterlist

In between them two. tattooed and scarred chests. big, tanned, the scent of their skins filling you up.

You thought Zou was going to be yet another typical adventure, a new island, new people to help, new people to meet… but, you didn’t think the celebrations will last for at least until sunset…

“Oi, Torao… I just want to ease some stress off” the swordsman says, with his lips still shiny from all the sake he has been drinking.

“Zoro-ya, is that? Or you are annoyed at the fact Kuroashi-ya went away to get marry to a girl?” the surgeon smirked, suggesting who knows what.

You, in the middle of them could sense the increasing tension in between the both of them. They have always been good allies, in fact, Zoro took a liking on him since the incidents in Dressrosa… but, there was still some sense of rivalry in between them, perhaps a certain blonde was the cause, or maybe, Zoro recognizing him as a potential enemy of his captain… in any case their auras were dark and it was time for you to stop them right away… Zoro’s right hand over the hilt of Shusui was something alerting.

“Guys… hehe, I think it’s pretty late, right? Why don’t we all go to sle-“

You stop right away; their stares begin to burn holes in you. Your legs, could barely keep you standing up. There is no way these two guys don’t have conqueror’s Haki.

“(Name)-ya… it is indeed pretty late… but, here Roronoa-ya might be needed some kind of help to go to sleep” Law says, with a rather dark tone and a lot of fire in his eyes.

You blink repeatedly walking back, slowly. Not only their auras are intimidating, but their attractiveness too. Law’s tired stare, yet so penetrating. Zoro’s body, topping any other human being, the sharpness of his jaw tensing.

Law’s inked thumb and index pose on your chin, he delicately caresses your face. “Listen, (Name)-ya… wouldn’t you like to have some fun tonight? With us? Zoro needs to forget certain things, and I, honestly, too”.

Swallowing, you have no idea why, but you nod. Which type of fun he is proposing, you can only imagine… and you will see you are in the slightest wrong.

A room forms around the three of you, and with an effortless swing Law tele transports you to a more private spot in the island.

Zoro falls on his ass over the peak of one of the mounts of Zuneesha’s back; Law sits gracefully with his legs crossed on a rock and you, sit over his lap as he efficiently catches you on time.

“TORAO” Zoro grunts, massaging his butt while he stands up. It makes you giggle. A laughter that makes the swordsman’s cheeks tint in pinkish hues.

“Stop it, (Name)” the green haired man grunts, coming closer to you still sitting over Law’s legs. You instantly shut up, pressing your lips into a fine line.

Lips that soon open whenever Law passes his hand to your face and gets his thumb over them. You wet the tip of his finger with your saliva, and as he moves your head up so that Zoro can kiss you, you can feel his growing erection underneath you.

Zoro is an excellent kisser to your surprise, and his soft scent of sake mixed with steel makes you lightheaded. His tongue plays with yours, and Law’s hands squeeze your breasts so playfully.

You moan from time to time, muzzled by Zoro’s lips. You can’t stop squirming over the surgeon’s lap, making it an amazing experience for him. The feeling of being trapped in between them it’s just pure bliss.

“Undress, (Name)… for us” Zoro requests, giving his calloused hand to help you stand up. You look at Law who smiles kindly nodding for you to proceed and rise up.

The green haired samurai sits next to Law spreading his legs and letting you see how hard his dick is by the bulge forming in between his legs. Law takes his hat off and lets his messy hair free with the soft wind of the Grandline.

You have to undress, and so, you do. First, your shirt. Then, your shorts. The shine of a silver moon enlightens your skin, your only covering now are just your panties.

“How do you expect us to fuck you if you are still wearing those, (Name)?” Zoro asks, with a demonic smirk you know too well and that he only uses against powerful enemies.

Wado Ichimonji has the privilege to precisely cut one of the strings of it by the hand of Zoro. The fabric cover finally slides down your legs to the ground and your whole nudity flashes in front of their argentum eyes.

“Look at you, (Name)-ya… your thighs are already shiny from your wetness… we make you that aroused?” Law asks, with a dark mantle covering his whole being.

You bite your lower lip and nod; your hand reach your breasts playing with your nipples as you look at them with puppy eyes.

Zoro licks his fangs, like a beast so ready to pounce on you. He takes his shirt off and lets his katanas slide to the side. As for his hard dick, it’s also exposed after taking off his black pants in a single swing.

Law looks at him, he doesn’t act that primal but rather as an evil dom. His icy eyes scan Zoro’s well-trained chest. From his huge pecs towards his abs. You can see the lust in his eyes, the lust on Zoro’s eye.

“Isn’t he tempting, (Name)-ya?” the doctor asks, looking at you and then to the swordsman that’s now slowly jerking himself off.

“He is…” you mumble, and you are sure your honeys are already making a puddle on the ground beneath you.

“Then come and get it…” he says, now grazing his tattooed hand over his chest, up and down, both smirking at each other.

You gawk, did they… when… they like men? what? In any case you walk to them attracted like a moth to the light. You are almost drooling, it’s so exciting, so lustful and sinful to see them so ready for you, for them.

“Sit in the middle, babe” Zoro says making some space for you in between him and Law. You do, just to be squeezed by their manly bodies as they kiss in front of you. You can’t even blink, and from startled your face turns as dark as them.

“Guys…” you aroused, whine. “Mhh…? What is it, Name-ya? You want a kiss too?” Law asks, as both grab your face and trap your lips you at the same time. Three mouths melting in one. Melting yes, the heat rising, your bodies sweating.

Soon your flesh becomes their battlefield, attacking your skin with kisses, licks and bites up and down. Law has lost his clothes at some point you can’t remember, but his fingers are inside you, pumping up and down. Zoro’s teeth around your nipples and his hand around Torao’s shaft.

It feels like a wet dream but is indeed real.

Little by little you end straddling your hips on Law’s lap, with an hungry entrance searching for his dick to be penetrated. Zoro, on his part, stands right next your face and while you jump of Law’s sex your mouth gets filled by his hard, dripping sex.

Choking on Zoro’s shaft, whining as Law’s hips hammer hard into you… it seems not to be enough for them, not yet.

“Oi, Torao. Do you think her cunt has enough space for my dick too?” the mosshead man asks, surprisingly brushing Law’s hair back. It was not a lie when Sanji says Zoro had a soft spot.

“Sure, she can take the both of us. Right, (Name)-ya?” he asks, tucking your hair behind your ear and wiping the tears coming from your eyes as he keeps fucking you nonstop.

You pant and nod, carving your nails on his back. “Good girl. Come here Zoro-ya” he commands, sweetly not to sound like an order. Nobody can order Zoro if it’s not Luffy.

The surgeon surrounds your body with his arms, and slowly lets his back hit the rock where you are sitting -fucking-, pulling you with him so you get horizontal. Zoro pumps his dick lubricated by your saliva and his precum while he kneels behind you. Law, who keeps going in and out of you, stops for a second so his friend can penetrate you.

“Here we go, (Name)… clench to our cocks” Zoro whispers in your ear, as he smirks so deadly to Law. A man who retributes the same smile to him.

You feel the green haired man’s intrusion, pushing in, grazing Law’s already extra sensitive sex inside you. And just when he is balls deep inside your cave, the both of them begin to move. At unison and perfectly synchronized they double penetrate you.

You can feel the crushing weight of Zoro, your tits pressed against Law’s heart tattooed chest. Their tongues play with each other, with your.

The pressure, your walls stretching, the mere situation being as unimaginable as hot… climax approaching, climax hitting you with spasms and eyes turned white.

Yours, and theirs. Loud grunts, manly moans, womb flooded with their warm seeds…

“Thank you for helping us, (Name)-ya… you have been wonderful” “You- you are… welcome, guys?”

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Sweet and spicy, dripping honey.

Your body presented on a table, covered with the finest creams, strawberries, blueberries. You look like another treat from a different type of merienda.

Hosts from every island of the Grandline surround the table. The wedding of one of the Charlotte brothers is taking place right now, and the decorations this time have been chosen specifically to be exotic.

Everybody wears finest dresses. Dresses you aren’t wearing because your skin is there for them to serve from like a silver platter. Different hands pick from your body tartlets, others cream covered macaroons. All of them sing, Big mom’s power is unmeasurable.

♪ “eat from her, eat her up as sweet as tarts, as juicy as strawberries eat from her, eat her up” ♪

You fix your eyes towards the endless sky of Totto Land and thank the gods for the giant yonko to be more excited on a wedding cake than the banquet itself.

But, Lin Lin is not the only big person invited to that party, and the sun covers suddenly by a hand landing on one of your breasts. He picks up a donut, the icing is the same colour as your nipples, the texture as friable as your thighs.

Katakuri, the perfect child of the Charlotte inspects the sweet he has just picked up. You, for the first time has something else to watch beside the sky, and you are hoping for him to finally move that scarf down. He has to, since he is gonna eat that donut… right?

You swallow, he is as handsome as huge and you wonder, you fantasize with the vague idea of being able to take such man.

“I want to eat from you” he says, coming closer to your face, showing you how tiny you are compared to him. “Y-yes, Mr. Katakuri” you mumble, not sure if you are allowed to speak, but giving him full consent to devour you.

“Then, you will have to come with me”

The commander of flour picks you up, as if you were yet another pastry from the table. The cream that was barely covering your body begins to melt and a trail of white drops draws on the ground, as he takes you somewhere else.

Private enough, far from the bustle of the party, he puts you down in yet another big table. This time, you are surrounded by donuts, way finer from the ones served at the wedding.

“What a peculiar profession you have… do you enjoy being a human plate?” he asks, sitting back on a special cumulus of cushions. You are surprised, wasn’t him the man that never laid back?

“I… I don’t know, sir” you stutter, because, you are not really sure at this point… even if accepting such job has brought you to be all alone with Katakuri himself.

His cranberry eyes fix in your body, lustfully inspecting the sticky patches that appear over your skin. “Can I, then, enjoy the party with my personal plate? You see, I need one fitting my size” he says, with low voice and serious countenance.

You widen your eyes, and you are sure stars appear on them from the astonishment. Excited, not sure if this gonna be the death of you, you nod. “Yes, sir. Please, help yourself and eat everything you wish from my body”

Katakuri scoffs standing up, and pleased pronounces “Very well, then”. He takes his fluffy scarf off, revealing the mystery you have always wanted to discover. Sharp fangs you desire for them to carve marks on your flesh.

He bends over you, his hands rest on each side of your body, his nose inhales the honey scent of your shiny complexion. The sharpness of his fangs caress your neck, the tip of his tongue licks the cream off of it.

Down, down he goes. Sucking your breasts, nibbling on your hard nipples. You moan, louder. You squirm and spasm under his huge frame.

“Keep it down until I’m inside you” he whispers in your ear, using his finger to dilate your entrance, pumping in and out, first delicately and increasingly violently then.

Your back arches, you have no idea how he is going to fit inside you, but you want him deep, deep until your belly gets swollen up from his shaft.

And, indeed, it’s what’s about to happen.

The sound of the studs of his multiple belts around his legs fill the room. They fall to the ground, and his black jeans, too.

Your eyes reflect the size of his sex, and with curling toes you receive his intrusive hardness. Just the tip is enough to make you whine and arch your back, as he has pulled you to the edge of the table. And when he feels you are stretched enough, with great expertise, his dick slides in.

You carve your nails on a little patch of his huge back, your legs feel like can’t open any more wider without separating from your body, your belly feels swollen and it shows the form of Katakuri’s dick moving in and out.

The commander holds your whole body with just a hand, you are like a little toy to him. Your exhausted walls clench as much as they can to each thrust, and soon, with trembling limbs, you burst into an explosive and wet orgasm around him.

He smirks, subtly. His serious countenance will always be there, but for as long as you cum and he does too, a burgundy shine installs on his eyes…

“I won’t have any wedding cake; I have eaten enough sweets for the day…~”

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