𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

summary. (how to get) the monster trio cumming in their pants untouched.

pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji x afab!reader (separate)

wc. 1.2k

kazu’s note. take these crumbs as i suffer from writer’s block 🚶🏾‍♀️

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘— consented somnophilia, mentioned overstimulation.

nights like these, luffy found hardest to seek for sleep. there wasn’t anything specific that had triggered this sudden want, but one minute he’s trying to fall asleep with a boner, the next he’s got you on your back, one leg draped over his shoulder. your legs are spread so prettily, so welcoming and luffy can’t help but grind against your clothed cunt, the silk material of your pyjama shorts easing the movements. his pace is steady and careful at first, the bottom of his top tucked in between his teeth, his stomach contracting as his abs clench, bulge rubbing against your warmth, seeking for relief. you’re too good for him, staying still and quiet, letting him take care of both of you so nicely, without stirring awake.

though, luffy is known to be impatient; so to no surprise does he suddenly pick up the pace when you shift just slightly on your side, unintentionally opening yourself further and mumble an unintelligible moan. luffy whines as he ruts desperately, like an animal in heat, as he leaves open mouthed kissed down the skin of your leg, hand slipping past the waistband of your shorts and thumbing at your clit lazily. he’s got all this pent up energy he’s ready to release, and dear god, your quiet whines trigger something animalistic within. luffy leans forward, wanting to hear more of you, wanting to smell more of you, as he nuzzles his nose deep in the crook of your neck, humps growing more frantic and desperate. he feels his stomach tightening and suddenly he wants you awake to experience this with him.

being the perfect soul you were, you were drawn out of your slumber and woke up to a whiny luffy, babbling about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him, how he just can’t get enough of you. still exhausted but wanting to see your captain crumble at your touch, your slipped a hand at his raven locks and tugged tight while the other sat at his waist and encouraged him to rut deeper. he sunk his teeth deep into your flesh, soothing the wound with a swipe of his tongue and a mumbled apology. your soft whines and strokes at his back coax him into his anticipated orgasm, grinding and emptying himself while rubbing against your heat. he’s finished cumming but he can’t help but keep at it, wanting to share this blissful sensation with you, and so he forces his movements, mind set on having you cumming for him too. the overstimulation may be a lot, tears forming at his lash line and choppy whines echoing into the quiet night, but for the sake of you, he’s willing to put himself through the pleasurable pain, all but expecting the next upcoming orgasm.

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎— nipple play, slight masochism/sadism, mentioned degradation.

slick lips sloshed one over the other, the tilt of heads only deepening the contact as your tongue brushed and sucked at his. thighs straddling at each sides of his waist, zoro felt his mind go dizzy with arousal at the feel of your hips rocking into him. surely it was unintentional, simply following through with the flow, but with the slight bite of your teeth at the tip of his tongue and the way your scent clouded his senses, he couldn’t help but groan loudly into you. calloused hands searched for skin-to-skin contact with you, despite not knowing how to express however he’s feeling, and so he follows your rhythm, big hands easing into your grinding.

somehow along the lingering touches and grinding, had you taken account of the cold jewelry that sat beneath his top and into perked buds. now sucking onto his bottom lip and simultaneously flicking at the hardened nipple, nail grazing the flesh, had he noticed the painful strain at his dick in his pants. vice claw grip on your waist, zoro whined almost pitifully into your mouth, chasing your mouth further as drool pooled from both your mouths with teeth clashing, and the damn momentum of your clothed cunt rubbing over his weeping dick, on top of your mean tugs at his jewelled nipples. you mumbled something along the lines of how would the crew react to seeing their scary swordsman “all slutty just for me”, and dammit, zoro usually had great self control so he couldn’t understand why he could he felt his balls tightening at your degradation.

tongue shoved deep in your mouth, zoro hoped it’d be able to muffle his uncharacteristic moans, arms wrapping tight around your waist. when your kisses trailed from his jaw, to his neck, to the three golden earrings that chimed silently with movement, zoro felt himself finishing embarrassingly quick. your pinches at his pretty jewellery, sitting through sensitive brown buds, the dry stimulation of your hips rutting at his throbbing cock, the lick of your tongue at the shell of his ear, breath warm with a quiet moan resonating in his ear. it took no less than a “that’s it baby.” to get him to finish his load before it could even begin, hands lifting your hips up and slamming you down on his leaking bulge, emptying himself in his pants where he imagines you’d be, naked and warm and tight, milking him dry for what he’s worth.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈— face sitting, dacryphilia.

sitting down on the flat of sanji’s tongue, you grabbed ahold of the wooden bed frame before you for stability. rocking your hips back and forth, sanji watched through blue eyes as you tucked your bottom lip beneath your top row teeth, snaked a hand beneath the white button down top he wore a few hours ago, hand groping at your chest, body jerking at teasing flicks of your hardened buds. the sweet and divine taste of you sat on his tastebuds with such delicacy, leaving him with such a want— a crave for more. the overwhelming scent of your musk had his brain in mush and slacks impossibly tighter. you were blessing him the opportunity of you using him for your pleasure— and holy fuck, sanji could feel loads of pre dribbling down his slit.

you whined and cried and called out his name, fingers abandoning the bed frame and settling for the mess of golden locks below you, nails gripping tight. “sanji, please!” the tip of his nose had bumped into your clit, your cunt now truly engulfing all of him, and even with the lack of oxygen, he couldn’t find it in him to care. with encouraging hands, he guided you up and down, back and forth on his tongue, asking and pleading you to use all of him to your advantage through his own muffled whines. sanji’s thighs clenched, involuntarily searching for some release as the strain was gradually worsening. but no, this was purely about your pleasure and yours alone.

how could he not focus on your benefit alone when he has you riding his face while begging for more, sweet juices flowing down your cunt and down to his stubble, the softness of your plush thighs squeezing his head subconsciously. your breast bounced so hypnotically to the pace you set, head thrown back as you babbled praises and gratitude to the blonde. the hypocrite he was, hard on still begging for attention, but no, not when he felt splatters of tears trailing down your cheeks and onto his forehead. sanji’s often against the idea of a lowly man bringing a lady to tears, but something in the way your plump lips fell into a pout, teary eyes watching him with such want, that he couldn’t help the whiny moan that ripped through him, orgasm coaxing all throughout, staining his briefs white with shame.

ehhh 🙎🏾‍♀️

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h3artsfornini

11 months ago

to all my brown skin girls……. don’t ever let anyone tell you you can’t pull off a certain colour bc it doesn’t “compliment your skin tone”. it’s all a fuckin lie. you are BEAUTIFUL and you should rock any damn colour you want

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h3artsfornini

1 year ago

Im sorry for this nasty thought, you can ignore it if you want 😭

I have a feeling hobie is the type of person who fingers f!reader who sits on his lap, thighs wide open with a big ass mirror infront of them, and he makes you squirt and let it spray the mirror from the top the bottom and says "good fuckin' girl, think you can squirt more?" 😫

WHY WOULD I IGNORE YOU I WELCOME ALL SLUTS WHORES AND SEXUAL DEVIANTS INTO MY INBOX WITH THEIR FILTHY THOUGHTS.

now.. why is she pulsing… she’s yelling.. screaming… begging for help…. he probably laughs when you squirt and swipes his fingers against your clit, holding you in place so you can’t run from him. talks you through it and encourages you so you don’t feel embarrassed <3

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h3artsfornini

1 year ago

you couldn’t stop staring at it..

your eyes had been fixated to that damn phone screen for nearly an hour, long after he sent it. But who could when something so beautiful was plastered across it? The attachment constantly on repeat and playing in your mind..plaguing it with filthy, perverse thoughts. Causing you to lose concentration for any other task that you had set before you today. Why exactly?

“Ohhhh..fuck..”

it was the middle of the day. You had just gotten out of your last class and was in the midst heading back to your apartment but first? You made a quick detour to the restroom. It was as you were standing in the mirror, reapplying your lip gloss and ensuring that your lace wasn’t lifting from the heat. When your phone would buzz against the hard countertop, making loud buzzing noises resonate throughout the desolate area. What you thought was yet another useless notification from one of the many apps you have muted throughout the day, was actually from the one person you were checking for:

my pookah 🔐🥺🤍

your partner in crime and best friend, Eren, who had just left the gym and like many times before, he checked in with you to see how your day was going. Normally with a funny message or meme..some stupid ass inside joke the two of you had come up with but today’s was rather different..and a little risqué! The only thing on the message was 1 attachment which you immediately opened. It was only by a miracle that you were all alone in there because what followed was something for your eyes and viewing pleasure only..sitting in his car with the front camera titled slightly upward and seemingly propped on the steering wheel, he was glaring directly at you. Those beautiful green eyes glossed over and his tongue glided across those pouty lips. His long hair dangling to his shoulders but tied back by a black bandana. A wife beater with the same color and his grey sweatpants just barely in the shot. You figured this was just another one of his silly antics, even smacking your lips and tempted to shut it off. “This boy play too damn much..all day long—“

but you were immediately halted in your tracks by what followed right after. Suddenly, you see him tug at that elastic waistband. He’d shuffle in his seat for a second until he got them worked down and that’s when his thick cock appeared in the shot. Your jaw damn falling to the floor..for a moment, you had to grab your chest and lean against the counter because you weren’t expecting that! But you certainly didn’t complain nor did you mind. That swollen tip beaming red with precum dripping all down the sides. It was early so you could see a few folks walking in the background but your attention was elsewhere and his? All on you..

“Been thinking ‘bout you all morning..could barely get through my workout.” His voice dropping to somewhat of a groggy, deep tone, almost as if he were entranced and drunk on you. His mind had been running rampant with thoughts of you and all the things you had done a few nights prior from sitting on his face to fucking you in front of the mirror. Anytime the two of you linked, it was so nasty and raw. You had obviously awoken a beast when you gave him the pussy. But he knew exactly how to handle it. Standing against the sink, you’d bite the tip of your finger as you video continued on playing; now intrigued and very much turned on. His fingers were enclosed around his shaft, slowly pumping as his eyes shut and he leaned against the headrest. All the while, he was still muttering and confessing how he truly felt..telling you all the things he wanted to do with you and needless to say, he wasn’t shy about it. Eren was a very vocal lover, no doubt. You learned that quickly. He had no problem telling you how good you felt and that he wanted to nut inside of you constantly. Regardless of how weak it made him look, he was going to make it known that you were the cause of it!

“..wanna fuck the shit out you, mama..so bad. I need that pussy..” Eren cried out with a guttural and pathetic groan..his chest heaving as he gently thrust his hips upward and fucked his fist. Wishing so desperately that it were you. By now, your eyes were all but glued to the screen and thank heavens no one else had walked in because things were intensifying! By now, he had become completely undone. Just panting, whimpering and making his desires known. “..I just know she so wet f’r me. Shit, I wish you were here right now..tryna bounce you up and down on this dick. Make that shit cream all over me. You know how much I love that..you gonna let me have it, right?” Doing that subtle, sexy lip bite that drove you crazy. Especially when he spoke to you in that deep tone. At that moment, it took all your resolve not to answer him aloud. You were losing your mind watching him stroke that shaft, now sped up and making smacking noises. That pearlescent semen serves as the perfect lube. He had even grown right before your eyes. But what really does it for you was when he began pinching his nipples through his shirt and whimpering like a pathetic little puppy. He was such a slut when it came to you. Willing to degrade himself and look as crazy as possible..so as long as he got you as the reward.

“Oh fuck….oh fuck..I’m bout to come so hard. I got to have you, for real. Please let me have that pussy, mama. I’ll do whatever for it..” his voice rising to a high pitched cry at this point and you were practically salivating at the sight. Eren was damn near dry heaving, nearing his inevitable climax when you began squirming around, trying to feint the tiny twitches from your aching cunt. Spasming on nothing more than air at the thought of him filling you. If it wasn’t a shame, you’d finger yourself right there but it's well worth the wait once you two met later on. As for now, you’d watch him fuck himself silly and even go cross eyed as he begged to nut inside of you when he got it again. “You know I want you to have my baby anyways..oh shit. Just promise me I can nut in that pussy, mama. Fill you up just like this. Please..” and the second he uttered that, what followed was a long string of hot white nut flowing down his knuckles and a hitch in the back of his throat. Eventually, he’d regain his breath and seemingly his consciousness, crying out as he came to.

“Fuuuuuck! Goddamnit…”

but it was all for you and he’d do it time and again just to keep you satisfied, both sexually and emotionally. When he was finally of sound mind, he’d laugh and flick his tongue over his lips once more, glaring down at the pool of seed in his lap and splattered all over his thighs. “You see what you do to me, baby? You the only one that gets my dick that hard..makes me act that way..”

and you were the only one who ever would!

Love in a Cubicle pt.2

Errr so ty for the love on the last one this one is probably worse though 😭.

Kunikida x Dazai

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In the days that followed, Kunikida and Dazai's connection deepened beyond the walls of the detective agency. They navigated the intricacies of their relationship with an openness that surprised even themselves. As they continued to solve cases together, their teamwork became even more seamless, fueled by a shared understanding that extended beyond the professional realm.

One evening, as they strolled through the city after work, Dazai turned to Kunikida with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's take a detour," he suggested, leading them to a small bookstore tucked away in a quiet corner. The shelves were filled with a diverse array of books, reflecting the eclectic nature of their own partnership.

Amid the book-lined aisles, Kunikida and Dazai discovered a shared love for literature that transcended their detective duties. They exchanged recommendations, their laughter echoing through the cozy store. It became a ritual for them – exploring the world of words and stories together, finding parallels between the mysteries on the pages and those in their own lives.

Their colleagues, initially surprised by the turn of events, soon witnessed the harmony between Kunikida's orderliness and Dazai's spontaneity. The office buzzed with a newfound energy, and even stern-faced superiors couldn't help but smile at the sight of the once rigid Kunikida embracing the unpredictable nature of love.

As seasons changed, so did their relationship. Kunikida and Dazai faced challenges, but their commitment to each other remained unwavering. They became a source of inspiration for those around them, a testament to the transformative power of acceptance and authenticity.

In the heart of the bustling city, Kunikida and Dazai's love story unfolded like a well-crafted novel, with each chapter revealing new depths of understanding and shared experiences. Together, they embraced the unpredictable journey of love, proving that sometimes, the most extraordinary relationships arise from the most unexpected beginnings.