Alberto: * Puts Pride Flag Up In The Tower*

URGENT: a short smut bbrae fic

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: ❝𝗨𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧.❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑:1/5

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙮, 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠

៚ *·˚ ༘ ➳

"Use your tongue."

That was how she wanted him. She wanted his face in between her thighs, his hands spreading her wide open, his body angling into her heat.

Raven has on a thin tee, but the lower half of her body is at his disposal. Her nipples swell through the fabric of her shirt, sweat begins to rise on her skin.

He peppers kisses on her inner thighs, moves his lips down to the inside of her knees. He softly nips at some of her fragile flesh, tinting his palette of burgundy and sinful violet onto her alabaster.

Raven inhales as he nears her entrance.

His eyes are hungry. Black against the heavy sensation of lust. He's the predator, she's the prey, but they are both trapped by each other's desires. He nearly salivates at the sight of her cavern. Damp flesh, shell-pink lips, the pre-wetness impatiently dripped down the apex of her thighs.

"Beautiful. Everything's beautiful about you, you know that, right?" he glances up at her.

The moonlight contrasts her light skin, her amethyst hair and eyes blend in with the duskiness.

"Yes, I do."

"It took you a while to realize that. Years. But, even when you're aware of that, I can't help but tell you."

She's a goddess, even though realistically, she originated from hell. He worshipped his embodiment of beauty, power, strength, courage, and goodness. This was not the first time he has knelt in front of her throne, and eaten her fruit. The more he did it, was the more appetizing she tasted, and the more she felt, the more she loved.

His nails sink into her hips gently, then he starts. He lets his warm air play over her. He smells her eager warmth, it was almost like he was a thermometer, and she was a fever. His tongue slits neatly through her labias, grazing across a channel of nerves. Raven sighs, coiling her slender fingers in his lush hair.

One lick, and he's hooked. Similar to the feeling of eating a bag of chips, and clinging to the sensation until you finish.

He eases back a bit, exhales.

Before Raven poses the question he speaks.

"You're in for a rough one, Rae. But, a good one." a borderline growl resonates in his voice.

There goes that look in his eyes again. Nothing is going to deter him, and she is his only focus.

"Are you ready, princess?" he consents.

"I am." is her ready reply.

He pulls up her hips, and goes in again. His tongue situates between her inner lips. He gives exasperatingly draw-out strokes. His sucks on the flesh, nips at it, kisses it, growls into it, tells it his darkest wishes.

Slowly. He drinks in her flavor, allows her scent to settle into his soul. Raven squirms, the fist in his hair tightens. He steadily pushes his tongue in, watching her face crinkle in passion.

Raven moans.

She was his downfall, she always was. Any one sound, or hint of body language set him off instantly. Beastboy always had some sort of grip on his beastial instincts, but when it came to her, and her only... nothing could save the both of them.

He goes in pushing his tongue centimeters deep. His tongue paints colors of pleasure and delight into the canvas no one else has touched. His tip slips against the growing slick of her walls. She contracts, whimpers, then grinds her hips into his mouth.

"Riding my face while I eat you out? Huh, babygirl? You know that drives me crazy."

He roughly (but affectionately) tugs her hips closer to his mouth.

Beastboy puts his beast into it. He is never disappointed, he is always satisfied by her flavor. Even so, he still remained insatiable.

He could eat her out for days on end without once complaining or tiring.

"Eat it out, baby." Raven begs, her demonic cravings are crushing her central nervous system.

She's honeyed glaze with a little zestful tang. A taste with balance and a lasting effect.

Due to his enhanced sensory levels, smells, tastes, and anything else concerning the senses sticked to Beastboy for a while. Especially Raven.

Raven swallows a noise, then wriggles her hips away from his mouth.

"Don't move. You're gonna handle it, Rae. I know you can." her sex is deeper into his mouth, and he is deeper in her.

Another muffled noise trembles inside of her throat. His ears are decorated in her noises of content. She husks the most nasty filth he's ever heard. He secretly admires that she chooses her hellish demeanor over her ceremonious, Azarathian one when they had sex.

He glances at her, realizing her eyes were closed against the force of lust. Eye contact was one of his favorites during sex to begin with.

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

They get a hold of eye contact, then Raven breaks again. She arches into him, feeling him hit every point he needed to.

"Say my name." he commands.

Raven huffs, disobeying his order. She disliked being vulnerable, even sexually. To her luck, that never worked with her partner. He always got everything out of them both.

"Say it." he knows her spots and ruins them.

She holds in a moan, her legs quiver. Her pupils dilate, her blood pressure rises, and her muscles tense.

"Are you holding back, Rae? Don't do that, you know that you're safe with me."

He goes in harder, faster, with more strength, and more love. His tongue flicks over her sore bud, his mouth eats with the intent to leave nothing behind.

"Gar!" her scream was bone chilling, even to Beastboy, who's heard it plenty of times.

"There you go. Look how good you did." he exhales deeply, absorbing her white silk.

He finishes, goes back up to her face.

"You're sore?" he asks tenderly.

"Mhm." Raven nods with a smirk.

"Good, that means I did my job well."

His basil thumb glissades down the side of her mouth, pulling down the bottom lip.

"Open your mouth for me, pretty girl." Beastboy orders.

She grants his request, parting open her lips. He lets his spit drop slowly into her mouth, a clear string dangling in between both of their mouths. He then shoots a small load into her mouth, then closes her lips.

"Swallow. All of it."

She gulps down with a pleased smile.

"Jeez, Rae." his mind was never able to fathom the existence of this girl.

He always wondered how could she dare to be present in the same time as him.

"You know what,"

"On all fours, now."

៚ *·˚ ༘ ➳

hiyaa. thank you for reading part one of urgent. i hope you all enjoyed. i will post the other parts soon💜✨💚 this story is also available on my ao3 & ff.net @bbraeism. take care💗

atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 924

content + warnings: 18+ including: fingering, a LOT of sexual tension, RELIGIOUS themes, I am posting this in my sleep, so maybe there is some error bye

pairings: religious boy!atsumu & fem!reader

— note: so babes, i was inspired by this here after a friend of mine just sent me this kisses and kisses

© for the atsumu’s icon: @/shoyosun here on tumblr.

Oh, you are so sweet. So sweet. Just the perfect daughter in a seemingly perfect family, because at the end of the day, looking is more important than being, especially in a small religious town. No one could accuse you of fucking Osamu or Suna because there was no proof of that, but Atsumu more than anyone else knew about your ventures running away from home after midnight to meet his brother. In fact, he had even lied to his parents claiming not to know where Samu was because the latter was too busy fucking you in the guest room of the house right after a charity lunch that the local church organized every month.

In fact, it annoyed Atsumu a bit the way the long stockings that went all the way down to your thighs tightened the skin in that area and how he could never lay so much as a finger on you without Suna or Osamu complaining. But he wanted you so badly, why didn’t you look at him with no ulterior motives? Why was the only response you gave him was that bright smile that wasn’t exclusively his? It annoyed him. You were the perfect girl who always helped organize everything in the church, and you were literally the favorite person of all the older people who worked in the town clergy. And why exactly couldn’t he have a taste of your innocence?

He hoped that God would forgive him, because he had sinned. And sinned too much.  

And although he was stressed and no one in his family really understood why he had been frowning all week, here Atsumu was as usual: sitting in one of the front rows listening to that Sunday’s mass sermon without really paying attention. He was too busy looking at his diagonal where you were sitting. You and your delicate white dress that went down to just below your knees. Today you weren’t wearing the usual high stockings, but you still looked as untouched and immaculate as ever. If he didn’t know about your little sexual adventures with Suna and his brother, he might even think you were still a virgin.

Watching you adjust the dress close to your breasts, he ran his tongue over his lips and stood up. Atsumu murmured a simple “I’ll be right back” to his family sitting next to him on the long wooden bench and walked toward you, taking care to bow to the statue of Christ placed in the middle of the religious altar as the priest continued to lead the mass.

— May I speak with you? — He whispered to Y/N after standing calmly beside her at one of the free exits from the pew where she and her own family were sitting.

— Now? — His pants began to feel uncomfortably tight around his already half-hard cock. — We are in the middle of an important sermon.

— Please, it’s important. — He swallowed hard without lifting his gaze to the girl’s mother or father, he didn’t have the heart to face them after spending months imagining the worst kind of erotic filth with their daughter.  

Y/N shook her head positively and cracked a smile at her mother as she stood up, smoothed her dress around her waist and walked side by side with Atsumu to wherever it was she was being taken. From afar, Osamu and Suna watched the two of them carefully until Atsumu eventually led you to the inner side behind the altar of the mass, away from the prying eyes of the two other men. He wanted you all to himself without an audience.

— Well? — you asked curiously, watching him lock the door through which you entered the room filled with cassocks of various sizes and some accessories used in special church celebrations. — What did you…

You didn’t have time to finish the next question because Atsumu pressed himself firmly against you, taking your face between his hands and letting his lips take over yours in a tender kiss filled with libido and tension suppressed for months. Contrary to what he expected, Y/N responded to the kiss and even put her fingers in his blond hair to pull him closer. His fingers went down your shoulders and reached your breasts to squeeze them hard enough to make you moan against his mouth without any shame.

— Shit, it took you so long to realize that I wanted to fuck you. — The girl remarked with a smug smile opening up.

— W-What? — It was the first time a girl had ever made his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

— And now you’re embarrassed? Right after you kissed me so hard? — Y/N reached down to take his hands down Miya’s pants to slowly rub his cock. — What? Didn’t you want to fuck me?

You are the Lilith in Eva’s skin and he couldn’t help, but be in love.

— Then spread your legs for me, baby. — Atsumu spoke in a husky voice bringing two fingers to your mouth to watch you suck and lick them with saliva and then slipping the same fingers inside your panties to finally touch the pussy he had dreamed of for days that turned into months. — I’m going to fuck you better than those two idiots out there. — His index and middle finger went inside you and curved around, the image of Y/N throwing her head back in pleasure almost made Atsumu end up cumming inside his own pants.

— I bet you will, yes.

Atsumu hoped that God would forgive him, for he would sin. And sin too much.

everything i’m insecure about ~ corpse husband

word count: 946

request?: no

description: in which the things his fans say become too much for her and she starts to believe them

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, angst (kinda?), insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

The Discord disconnect sound alerted everyone that someone had left the call, but it was the bright red letters reading “(Y/S/N) has left the game” that brought their laughing to a halt.

“Did (Y/N) leave?” Rae asked.

“Wifi might’ve dropped,” Jack responded.

“The wifi is working fine for me,” Corpse told them. “I don’t hear her moving in the other room.”

“Corpse, if you want to go check on her we’ll wait to start the lobby again,” Toast offered.

Corpse shook his head, forgetting that his friends couldn’t see them. “No, I’ll leave and come back in a bit. You guys can play without me.”

He left the Among Us game and placed his headphones aside. (Y/N) hadn’t come into his room yet, which was why Corpse thought she had merely disconnected by accident. If she had decided she was finished streaming, she would’ve told everyone and come over to join him in his room.

He walked to the guest bedroom where (Y/N) had her streaming set up. Instead of being sat at her computer like Corpse expected, (Y/N) was laid on her back on the guest bed, staring up at the ceiling. He could see something shiny on her cheeks, and realized they were also flushed - she was crying.

Noticing Corpse walk in, she quickly wiped her face and tried to smile. “Hey. Are you done streaming?”

“I wasn’t, but I may be now,” Corpse responded. “What happened, (Y/N)?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry, go back to your stream.”

Doing the exact opposite, Corpse crossed the room and laid next to (Y/N). He took her into his arms and rested her head on his chest. This was enough to finally break (Y/N) and she began to cry into Corpse’s chest.

Corpse smoothed her hair and allowed her to cry as she needed. He wasn’t going to push her to talk if she didn’t want to.

After some time, (Y/N)’s sobbing started to calm down and she spoke, “They hate me.”

“Who hates you?” Corpse asked.

“Your fans. They hate me. They’ve been spamming my social media and my chats with so much hate. I turned on subscribers only chat, but some of them even ended up subscribing to send me hate. I turned off my social media comments and replies and my inboxes, but they’re still getting to me somehow.”

“What do they say?”

(Y/N) hesitated. She already felt like she had said too much. She didn’t want to make Corpse upset with his fans. Obviously it wasn’t all of them giving her trouble, but it felt like the select few who were had made it their live mission to make her miserable.

“(Y/N),” Corpse prompted after a prolonged silence. “What are they saying?”

(Y/N) sighed and finally said, “They keep saying you should be with Rae instead of me. They post clips of you and Rae when you stream together and say you’re cuter together than we are, and that she’s better for you than I am.”

Corpse felt his anger rise at this. He didn’t mind the playful shipping his fans did - like Corpsekkuno - but when they took it too far like this he hated it. Especially now, seeing (Y/N) so upset over things that were just untrue.

“You know they’re wrong, right?” (Y/N) was silent. Corpse moved his head to try and see her face, but she moved to look away. “(Y/N).”

“They’re not completely wrong,” she said.

“Babe - ”

“She’s so much older than I am,” (Y/N) cut him off. “She’s so much more mature. And she’s pretty, and you two get along so well.”

“She’s like my sister,” he added. “(Y/N), they’re just trying to get in your head. I love you more than anything, and only you. You’re the one I want to be with, and in my eyes, you’re meant for me.”

Tears started to form in her eyes again, but this time they were from happiness. Corpse squeezed her slightly and kissed her forehead.

(Y/N) shrieked and giggled as Corpse stood and lifted her from the bed. He carried her to his room, where they both realized Corpse was still streaming. He placed (Y/N) down onto his bed and leaned into his mic. “Sorry for being gone so long guys, but I’m gonna dip. Hit me up for the next lobby.”

His friends chorused goodbyes and well wishes for (Y/N) before Corpse left the call.

“Sorry to anyone watching for the silence,” he said to his viewers. “I hope the Discord call without the visuals made for great out of context jokes. I’ll talk about my reason for going MIA later, but for now thanks for watching and I’ll see you guys next stream.”

He got in bed next to (Y/N), but this time he rested his head on her chest.

“You didn’t need to end the stream,” she told him. “I wouldn’t have minded watching for a while.”

“Nah, I would’ve went on a rant if I kept streaming. I want to cuddle with you for a while, then I want to show you that I love you and only you.”

(Y/N) smiled and wrapped her arms around Corpse. She ran her fingers through his curly hair, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with his shampoo.

“I love you, too,” she whispered into his hair. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have anything to thank me for. Everything I say is the truth, and you know I’m always here to assure you, babe.”

She kissed the top of his head, silently thanking him again.

The one’s who can fly, should fly. There’s no need to be confined to the ground.

Sleep in the heat (Alpha!Izuku x Omega!reader) // hurt/comfort//

tonight? I offer u a shitty little angst drabble i found. Tomorrow? who knows.

(In which Izuku is a shitty alpha nd his omega goes into a big bad omega depression) 

the title is a pup song dont @ me

Warnings: Angst but barely, hurt/comfort, omegaverse, Izuku crying

“Are you sure you can’t make it?” You did your best to keep your voice steady over the phone, you didn’t want Izuku to worry. 

“Work is just- it’s crazy right now baby, they need me here.” Tears welled in your eyes at that, and it was all you could do to murmur an ‘okay’ before you hung up. You got it, his work was important and all that, but it was your anniversary! You’d cooked his favourite meal and everything! The two of you had hardly been able to see each other lately, you’d just wanted this to be special. The tears spilt over your eyes when you glanced at the meal you’d made for nothing, and you were grabbing the bottle of wine and running to the spare room without a second thought. You didn’t want to think about Izuku, you didn’t want to think about anything anymore. You burrowed under the covers as quickly as you could, onlynletting yourself cry when you were completely immersed in them. You were probably being stupid, sure, but you’d barely seen him in months, and it had only gotten worse the last week. You hadn’t seen him at all since the day before yesterday, he’d been getting home when you were already asleep and leaving before you’d wake up. Was he avoiding you? What if there was someone else? That particular thought sent a knife through your heart. You were being ridiculous, right? Izuku would never do that, you’d been his mate for years. Unless he was getting bored of you? It would explain why he hadn’t been around better than anything else you could think of. 

Izuku knew something was wrong as soon as he got home, the house smelled like it had been doused in vinegar, and you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Dinner was still layed out on the table and the alpha couldn’t help but wince at the sight. He’d make it up to you! He just had to find you first…. 

“Y/n? Are you home?” His heart sank when you weren’t in the bedroom, or the bathroom, and Izuku had to follow the stench of vinegar to actually find which room you were in. Did you have a cold? Or some other kind of illness that was making your scent like this? Izukus heart sank when he opened the door and had to cover his nose to stop himself gagging. Something was definitely wrong. You were just a blanket covered lump on the bed, and izuku dropped his bag to the floor before he made his way over. You were restlessly dozing, and when izuku pulled the covers off you just whimpered and tried to pull them back. 

“Y/n?” His warbling tone made your eyes crack open, although they were too bleary to properly focus on your mate. Dread grew in his stomach as Izuku took in your form, your face was flushed, tears pooled in your eyes and shivers wracked you ever so often. Placing a hand on your head confirmed his worst fear, and your alpha was running to grab water bottles and supplies faster than he ever had. God how could he be so stupid? Tears flooded his own eyes as he rushed back, tossing everything down before he was stripping down to his underwear and crawling into the bed with you. Your skin was clammy despite the heat, and Izuku couldn’t help but whimper as he pulled you close, all but shredding your clothes in an attempt to touch as much of you as he could. You didn’t protest as he manuvered your body, you were just so tired, why wouldn’t he let you go back to sleep? 

“Hey, h-honey? I’m so-sorry, you’re gonna be okay now, okay? I-I’m not leaving until you’re better!” Your mates voice rushed over your head as your eyes drooped closed, Izukus heart almost stopping as he realised your sickness was so much further along than he thought. 

The frantic smell of mint and honey brought you back, and you opened your eyes to Izuku rushing to rub your wrist over his scent gland. You couldn’t smell anything but Izuku, it was like he was trying to cover everything up with his scent. 

“Zuku…?”  You barely whispered, but your mate was immediately by your side, rubbing his cheek against your scent gland until it was so sensitive it almost hurt. 

“Are you okay?” Drowsiness was giving way to concern, why was he acting like this? It only grew when Izuku started bawling and clutching onto you like his life depended on it. 

“I’m so so sorry! You must’ve felt so awful a-and I didn’t even n-notice I’m- such an awful m-mate! Kacchan would n-never let this hap-happen to his mate!” Your alpha was almost wailing at this point, but it was all you could do to stroke his hair and croon. It worked, thank god, Izuku slowly calmed down, small hiccups still leaving him as he maintained his death grip around you. 

“It’s okay, Izuku, I’m okay.”

What your favorite bachlor(ette) says about you, simplified-

Abigail: you just want to go feral

Emily: you're crazy (in a good way)

Haley: you're a masochist

Leah: you like art

Maru: you like space

Penny: you're sweet

Alex: you're either into himbos or ARE a himbo

Elliott: you're a theatre kid

Harvey: you're a nerd

Sam: you like anime

Sebastian: you're emo

Shane: you're depressed. get some help

bonus-

Krobus: you're a monsterfucker, aren't you? either that or an enthusiastic asexual

So you are spoiling us huh? Fufufu tremendous. Hi dear, may I ask for the numbers 25+26+40+47+48 in an scenario with Law + Fem!reader, please?

Maybe reader said something about getting turned on thinking the crew heard them having sex. Law acts baffled and ofended, insisting sex is a private thing. He decides to show reader how it truly is, almost like a punishement: taking them to a seclude and quiet spot; dirty talking them, teasing and masturbating them in public... and watch them BEG to stop if some stranger comes by. He never thought he may be actually enjoy the adrenaline of getting caugh. Now he wants to take a step foward, take action. The rest is up to you. ;) ;)

HI!! Well this idea it's just pure gold. I loved it and I wanted to write it as soon as I could. So it's finally here!. I think Law would be doing that for sure, specially because he is so repressed and reserved most of the times. Anyways, I hope you like it 💖~ Thank u so much for requesting! ❣ ~

NSFW ~ Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Scream Louder, Babe.

Kinks:

🌶# 25: Voyeurism 🌶# 26: Anal 🌶 #40: Public 🌶 #47: Squirting 🌶 #48: Getting caught

TW: NSFW. Anal, rimming, squirting, masturbation, dirty talking, vaginal sex. Semi-public.

WC: 1.5K

Blankets tangled around your limbs, your hair disheveled, sweaty bodies. Your face over Law’s inked chest. Law brushing your hair. Both exhausted. The buzz of the crew on the deck outside is heard from the little porthole windows of the Polar Tang.

“Babe, you gotta low down your voice when we are fucking on the submarine…”, your serious boyfriend tells you after fucking you so hard it made you almost impossible to have your mouth shut. You look at him with an “oh come on” expression. “Hm… I will try to be quiet next time.... Well, I don’t know, imagine if the guys heard us… wouldn’t it be erotic?”, you suggest.

Law stops brushing your hair and looks at you offended, “are you kidding me? I don’t want them to hear me… to hear you”. “Oh, come on. I bet your friends would die to hear us”, you tease him again -deep inside these words hold a big truth, you are indeed a little turned on thinking about the idea of someone hearing you or worse, watching you get railed by him-.

The surgeon of death frowns at such a perverted offering and scolds you for it. “This is our private moment. I don’t want others to hear, look, enjoy or even take part in making love to you”, says Law. “Ok… Ok. But just so you know, I got turned on with that. After all you are just ashamed, everybody knows couples fuck. Don’t act so frigid'' you tell him, half joking, half confessing, and turned around just to hide under the pillows.

Your boyfriend huffs, and after a few moments he asks you to shower and get dressed. You wonder what he is planning, and you even get a little scared. Is he kicking me out the room? Is he mad at me?...

You do as he tells and turn on the shower. He enters with you, but although you try to tease him for a next round, he acts uninterested. You wash your body a little annoyed and get out of the shower. He follows you. Both of you get dressed and ready to get out of the room.

Law looks at you still frowning. He looks mad, pissed at you. “Come on”, he tells you and grabs your wrist pulling from it, so you follow him. “Where are we going, babe?”, you ask, stumbling with your feet in order to keep the pace. Law remains silent.

Almost running through the halls of the submarine, you arrive at the stairwell under the main deck. “What the fuck, Law?”, you tell him frightened but confused.

Law pushes you against the metal wall and pins you against it. “Let’s see if fucking like this really turns you on…”. You widen your eyes; the hell is he talking about?

Your boyfriend starts kissing and biting your neck, his hands through your pants reach your sex. His inked surgeon fingers playfully masturbate your clit. You try to resist the urge of screaming, and you coup your mouth with your hand. Anyone could hear you, or what’s worse, someone could be there in a matter of seconds. “Come on, moan louder, take your hand off your mouth. Don’t you want them to hear you? Is this what you told me turned you on?” Law says with a cruel tone.

“L-Law… B-aabe…”, you protest and whine at the same time as he fingers you like he knows it makes you burst with pleasure. “What? are you turned on already, my slutty baby? don’t you want me to make you scream so the others can see you enjoying my dick?”. You don’t really know at this point if this is some type of punishment you should be suffering or enjoying. You have mixed feelings for sure. The idea made you really horny, but the experience looks terrifying. What if Bepo finds you like this? What if Pen, or Shachi?... They are only a few steps on the stairs from you.

Yet, judging by how Law is behaving, how turned on he seems to be, it looks as if he is enjoying this way more than you think. He turns you around and your face hits the cold metal wall of the submarine. “B-babe… I’m sorry... Uhm I, I said that because I was... mhh... joking…”, you mumbled while Law grinds against your -now- naked butt.

“I’m gonna show you I’m not a <frigid>. You wanted this, enjoy it”, he whispers into your ear, and makes you suck his finger. “Suck it well, make it really wet”, he orders you while using his other hand to massage your breasts.

He takes his finger out of your mouth and begins to stimulate your back entrance. You widen your eyes once more. He knows anal is like your kairoseki, you just can’t help but shout at the pleasure he produces to you when he fucks you there. Playful fingers move back and forth, from your cunt, dragging your wetness, to your butthole. Your legs tremble, he keeps telling you to shout, to moan like the little bitch in heat you are. Your heart beats faster and faster. It’s impossible for you not to moan, and your little whines resonate on the metallic walls of the Polar Tang.

Law kneels at your back, and this time he uses his tongue. Rimming you so good, your legs are about to stop responding. He spreads your ass cheeks, and his mouth devours every single place of your anatomy. Once he is pleased with your butt on his face, he turns you around grabbing you by your pelvis. Your body moves naturally to his will, and now he has his face in front of your sex.

His sweet tongue once again attacks your core, while he uses his fingers to masturbate both of your entrances. He knows you have to be stretched enough not to hurt you when fucking you with his wide hard member.

“Law, please stop… ahj the guys are gonna come here, come on”, you tell him. “I love watching you beg after asking for it, enjoy my little slut”, he says and sucks your clit harder. “Fuck…”, you swear gasping as you are about to come. Law notices it, and starts fingering so violently, so perfectly on the right spot, that it makes you squirt so hard, so wet, so noisy. The floor, Law’s face and hand completely damped with the products of your climax. “Look at the mess you have made… I wonder if I should call the guys to clean it for us”, Law says while rejoicing the red face you have after shouting like that.

“Come on, Law. The guys… they…”, you try to tell him, but he says, “Oh no no, this is just the beginning babe”, and his member is now about to penetrate you. He lifts you up while deep thrusts send you to heaven and your back hits the wall. You are sure that those poundings rumble over the dock, and sooner someone will come to see what’s with that sound.

In fact, you hear the main gate open and some of the guys asking what the hell is that hammering sound. You look at Law shaking your head, trying to contain your moans, just for him to stop. “Stop”, you whisper desperately. “Heh… I’m not stopping at all. I think I like this more than I thought. Great idea, babe”, he whispers back with a perverse laugh.

Steps on the metallic stairs are heard, and Law still fucking you with your legs crossed behind his waist, carries you to the corner of the stairwell where you could say it’s the “blindest” spot. He keeps fucking you this time avoiding your back to hit the wall. You bite your lip, almost hurting them.

You watch Shachi’s boots go downstairs through the spaces in between the steps, and you bury your head on Law’s shoulder. “The fuck was that sound?”, your nakama says as he leaves the stairs and heads to the dining area. You breathe release… but not for so much, because Law puts you back on the ground, turns you around and rubs his dick over your dilated rear entrance.

Tangling some hair strands around his hands he pulls from them and penetrates you. The pleasure of his member invading your ass walls makes you scream hard. To which Law laughs devilishly. “I won’t stop fucking you, even if someone comes”, he warns you. You can’t even say proper words, so you just mumble and whine. Your hands reach for some pipes over there and grab yourself from them while Law keeps with the violent thrusts.

You are about to reach climax, and you too become completely unaware of being exposed, or getting caught. Law and you have surrendered to pleasure, and all of your senses are on reaching climax together. He is not covering your mouth anymore, and even Law is moaning.

Suddenly all of your crewmates shout at the same time “GUYS!”. You are dragged from the pleasing sensation to reality, where all of your friends are looking at you stunned. Your cheeks become red; you close your eyes. Law has stopped fucking you, but he remains still with his dick still inside of you. A few seconds after he whispers into your ear, “Well, as you said… everybody knows couples fuck..."

Alpha Nanami x Small Omega reader x Alpha Gojo

Normally, having two alphas surrounding you constantly would throw any omega off and have them running for the hills, but things felt natural with the three of you- your scents mixed in together so well, you all got along great too and when you were with them you felt safe, which is probably why you didn’t act surprised when your cheeks began warming around the two alphas, why you didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that you had the urge to have their scents on you and vice versa. you didn’t actually think they liked you back, you figured it was a fantasy- a far off dream. two alphas sharing one omega never usually worked out. 

so when they both arrived at your apartment, Gojo holding a blanket they had both scented, Nanami holding a large bouquet of roses, you were extremely shocked. Nanami stuttered for the first time ever when he announced that him and Gojo were interested in courting you. of course you accepted and ever since then you three had been living as mates. you guys shared everything now since you began living together.

a bedroom, credit cards, cars and for Nanami and Gojo that also meant you. 

They had prepped you all night fingers gently fingering your untouched asshole, stretching the ring of muscle as much as they could, adding more fingers until they felt you were ready, they slipped in a cute butt plug and left it in overnight in preparation for the next day. Nanami laid underneath you while you were on all fours on top of him. lube dribbled out of your ass as it clenched and unclenched in excitement, you heard Gojo curse under his breath at the sight, he gathered the lube up on his thumb and pressed it back inside your ass, back arching into his touch you gave him a small whimper of “please” before he lined the head of his cock up to your loosened asshole, he slowly pushed inside of you and you could feel your legs shake, clit throb from the foreign feeling. Once he was fully inside of you, his hand found your tummy and rubbed it gently, thumb running over the bulge his cock left your tummy.

“Fuck-..your little ass is taking me so well princess” He groaned, you could feel the large cock twitch inside of you. Nanami let out a sigh before lining his cock up with your cunt’s entrance, the hole dripping enough to leave a puddle of slick on the sheets underneath you, he slowly pushed his cock inside of you and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. you could feel the way the two men’s lengths rubbed against each other through the barrier that separated them. 

“So good, you’re doing so so well baby girl” Nanami whispered out, massaging your hips gently, waiting for you to give them the okay to begin moving. 

You gave a needy whine and they didn’t waste anymore time, their hips slowly began moving, creating a smooth rhythm, every time Nanami pulled out Gojo was thrusting in, the pleasure had their names falling out of your mouth repeatedly, you fell forward face landing on Nanami’s chest. Gojo’s hands gripped your waist and he began thrusting harder, you felt your abused rim burn deliciously when his cock pulled out, Nanami’s thrusts became faster, angling his hips he managed to hit that soft spot in your cunt that had your entire body shake in pleasure. 

“Hows your little cunt feel, hm? Nami’ fucking you up real good?” You heard Gojo ask with a particularly hard thrust, your only response was a long drawn out moan. 

“No one else would be able to take us, you’re so so amazing princess” Gojo groans, his thrusts becoming more sloppy, Nanami’s fingers find your clit rubbing the aching bud in circles, your head tosses back as your fingers run through the blondes hair pulling at the strands. 

“feels good!” you say, hips unsure of wether to grind backwards against Gojo or downwards against Nanami. you instead opt to raise your hips higher in the air as your orgasm wracks through your body, your cunt squeezes around Nanami causing him to let out a small moan of your name before you can feel the base of his cock swell with his knot. his hips halt their movements and you can feel the warm cum pour into your cunt, Gojo isn’t too far behind, hips slowing as he feels his knot inflate catching your rim. a hand is placed on your stomach and presses down against the bump in your belly. 

“fuck look at you princess, your little body gettin’ flooded with our cum, ‘s cute” Gojo said, hips desperate to keep moving despite the knot, you fully fell forward on Nanami, the blonde sitting up in a more comfortable position cradling you in his arms while Gojo massaged your back soothingly whispering how good you felt and how proud they are of you into your ear.