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| Curiosity killed the cat |

{Muzan x F!reader}

{part two here}

summary: Humans are weak, feeble and imperfect. And yet, you somehow caught the attention of a very powerful, albeit lonely, demon lord.

warnings: hints at an illness/ weak body, slight yandere muzan?

A/N: SORRYYYY!!! I haven’t been writing much but I have exams and stuff... anyways!!! my love for this demon is incomprehensible <3

- - -

The pale moonlight shown brightly from above. Illuminating the path in which you were to take home. You grumbled as you tidied away the objects of your stall, even a simple task such as this proved difficult in your feeble state.

Sighing your head turned in the direction of your family home, only your path was obstructed by the shadow of a threatening presence. You smiled and called out the man, querying if he had any needs you could fulfil. The man appeared uninterested and frankly bored with you. However, he turned to face you when he finally decided to reply.

“What’s a girl doing out alone at night? Aren’t you aware of the predators that lurk in the shadows?”

His questions hindered no ill will, simply driven by a burning curiosity. His ruby eyes bore into you with such a passion you could swear it be hunger.

You smiled gently gesturing to the objects you had yet to pack away into the basket you were to carry home. See you were the eldest of three girls, with no men to support the family you were forced to do so alone while your sisters learned the proper etiquette of becoming a full fledged women.

There was much expected from you, with the passing of your father a few years ago your world had been turned upside down. You were expected to dress, act and speak properly. You were expected to carry out the roles of a future lady to be. However, you were expected to run your family’s sides business. You were expected to carry out the hard manual labour of what should have been left to a son or a worker. But with you family left without a man to aid your family you were forced to take the reigns.

When you spoke again your voice was an octave lower and tone a little more cautious. You held up a small bag, roughly the size of a purse and pointed to it with the same gentle smile gracing your lips.

“My grandmother used to tell me stories of demons that preyed in the night, she always forced me to carry this little bag of wisteria.”

You could’ve sworn in the moment that you held up the bag the man before you physically flinched. His plum red eyes narrowed in disgust as he scrunched up his nose. But, before you could begin to process his change in demeanour he suddenly returned to his former stoic self.

“A pretty, young human girl such as yourself best head your grandmother’s words.”

He informed you, eyes nervously darting between yourself and the sashay of wisteria. The way in which he spoke would have made any normal person question whether or not he was even human. He spoke to you like he was from an entirely different species and yet you weren’t afraid.

In fact you were intrigued. Your mind chose to focus on his compliment. Pretty. A blush crept up your neck and flooded it’s way onto your cheeks. You could only pray that the dim light from the moon disguised your blush, even if just slightly.

The man before you observed your change. His eyes were sharp, the blush tainting your delicate features did not go unnoticed. Neither did the quiet fidgeting of thumbs. He scrutinised you, practically watching the cogs turn in your head as you processed his words, figuring out how to respond.

As much as his curiosity drove him to stay and query you more he had more important things that he ought to be complying to. With a slight nod of his head and a gentle bid farewell he marched on his way, determined to leave behind this feeble girl and his curiosity.

That was before he heard the gentle call of the girl once more.

You jogged up to meet him, a quiet pant leaving your lips. A simple task such as jogging after a stranger had you spent. You truly questioned how you could last much longer with growing responsibilities and in such a weakened state.

“I just... wanted to... give you this.”

You managed to let out in between quiet pants. The man shifted until his body was completely facing you. Once his attention was on you, you gestured to his hair.

“May I?”

He watched your closed palm shift closer to him. Obliging, silently, he lowered his head so that you could reach up towards him. He was unsure in that moment why he simply silently obliged to a human yet he could not help it.

You pulled away and gleamed brightly. “Ta-da!” You cheered ever so slightly. For in his hair you had clipped back a red spider lily pin, the perfect shade that matched his eyes.

He opened his mouth to not only question your actions but to scrutinise you for daring to do such a thing when you spoke first.

“It’s free of charge by the way... you see the red reminded me of your eyes and they just...”

You trailed off, awaiting a sign to continue. When he raised an eyebrow in response you continued.

“They’re so perfect.”

You concluded. At that he froze. Not once had he ever been referred to as perfection. It was the one thing the man strove for in his entire existence and yet no one ever complimented him on it. He didn’t believe he was perfection not until he had conquered his desire to set foot in the sun, however, he you were some lowly human defining something of his to be perfection. It certainly made his chest swell in pride. Clearing his throat he begun.

“This was... a king gesture. But I must be on my way.”

He turned once more when you called out to him one last time.

“Wait! I didn’t get your name!”

“Muzan. Muzan Kibutsuji.”

- - -

{Bonus}

Muzan sat at his throne in the infinity fortress. Twisting and twirling the hair pin you had given him. It had been several months since he’d seen you and yet not once had he stopped playing that night in his mind.

An unknown desire of curiosity filled him and he longed to have you as his own. He let out a frustrated sigh and mumbled to himself.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

{part two here}

JUJUT5U K4IS3N IC0N5 !? 今シーズンの最高のアニメははは、エピソードが恋しいです！

roomate with benefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.

your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.

you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.

"how was work?" you ask.

"awful," he sighs.

you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.

"wanna get in?" you offer.

-

the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.

from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.

his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.

"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"

guilty pleasures

pairings: levi ackerman x fem!reader

summary: you absolutely despise your Captain. why? because you can't stop thinking about him

warnings: NSFW/smut content ahead, 18+ only! strong/vulgar language, blowjob, exhibitionism

word count: 2.1k

a/n: yikes.. i kinda got carried away on this one :D

"You're pulling your punches, brat. Get into better form!" The cold and commanding voice of your captain makes a scowl form on your face, and you readjust your already perfect stance. Jean comes lunging forward with raised fists, and you skillfully duck under his attack, grabbing one of his extended arms and throwing him to the ground with ease, trapping his body under yours and using your free hand to push his face angrily into the dirt. Physically, he's probably much stronger than you—but he's not agile or fast enough to outmaneuver your attacks. Cheers from your teammates erupt around you, and you help Jean up from the ground.

"WOAH that was so cool! Could you teach me how to do that?" Christa’s small voice is filled with awe, and you offer a heartwarming smile.

"I'd be glad to, as soon as we're done-" Your voice is cut off by your captain’s, and you try to resist the urge to rush over and punch him straight in his annoyingly perfect face.

"As soon as she's done fixing her sloppy form. You'll be practicing with Mikasa until she says you've done a good enough job. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Your voice is dripping with anger, and Mikasa glances at you with a nervous smile.

"The rest of you are dismissed." He walks away but you manage to shoot him a glare into his icy grey eyes before he turns. He remains expressionless, and continues on like you don't even exist.

"Fuck him." You curse under your breath, and Mikasa places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Don't mind him... remember, he's like this with everyone."

Yeah, like this with everyone.

You would beg to differ. There's some hate that the captain has towards you that's stronger than anyone else. It's not like you don't hate him back. But there’s something about him that draws you in—his calculating grey eyes that you get lost in when he’s talking, his lips that look so incredibly soft yet never smile for anyone, his perfect face, hardened by years of experience yet you know it’s capable of showing emotion.

But all that aside—you absolutely hate him.

“I don’t know what captain was talking about, y/n. Your form is basically perfect, better than anyone I’ve seen.” You help Mikasa up from the soft ground for the hundredth time, the moon already high in the sky. Rubbing your eyes and sore joints from the day's activities, the two of you say your goodbyes and you beeline for your room. Collapsing onto your bed into a heap, your eyes flutter closed and you slip into a deep slumber, letting the constantly present images of your captain drift in and out of your mind.

~

“Y/N!!!” Practically launching yourself out of bed at the loud and worried voice, you rub your eyes tiredly, sleep still fogging your thoughts.

“What is it…” you have to look hard to see the blonde standing in front of you. “…Armin?” He only grabs your hand, shoving your jacket in your face and dragging you out the door.

“You’re late. And captain’s pissed.” As you pass one of the many windows in the building, you see that it’s still dark outside.

“But it’s not even time for training yet!” Armin ignores you and keeps a firm grip on your hand as you walk down the stairs and outside into the cool air.

“I don’t know what he wants to do with us, but I don’t think it’s going to be easy.” Armin squeezes your hand lightly, and turns back, offering a sweet smile. “I’m sure you’ll be fine though, you’re pretty good at everything.” You can’t help the smile appearing on your face in return, despite the fact that you’re still half asleep.

“Thanks Armin, but you’re pretty amazing at things too, you don’t give yourself enough credit.” He pushes the doors open with a chuckle, and the cold night air sends a shiver down your spine. You’re thankful that Armin has a firm grip on your hand—he seems to be radiating heat, and warming you up in the process. You can faintly see the group up ahead, aside from a few people, who you assume are on their way.

“Armin! Y/n!” Your head turns at the sound of voices behind you, and Eren and Mikasa run up to the two of you. “Do you know what’s happening?” Armin shakes his head, and you speak up.

“Nope, we know as much as you guys. Apparently Levi’s pissed about something.” The four of you approach the group, and Levi is standing there, arms crossed, in front of the rest of the group. You notice his eyes flick down to yours and Armin’s joined hands, but he shows no emotion or reaction, but you do see his jaw tighten.

“Is that the last of you? Good.” You drop Armin’s hand and you all turn to face him. “I’ve noticed the utter lack of effort given during training recently. I understand we got back from an unsuccessful reconnaissance trip not that long ago and lost some soldiers, but that is no excuse. Usually I could care less about things like this, but we’re heading off on another trip soon, and I need all of you to be prepared.”

Your face falls when he gestures to the thick forest next to the small castle the Scouts use as your temporary headquarters.

“I want you to run through the forest three times, all the way to the other side. Moblit is waiting there and you need to check in with him. I don’t expect this to take more than an hour. Tick tock, Scouts.” Everyone lets out a groan and takes off into the forest. It takes Mikasa around 10 minutes to run to one side of the forest, but you could do it probably closer to five. And plus, you shouldn’t exert yourself physically without stretching first.

And there’s no way in hell I’m running for fun in these uniforms. I’ll probably cook to death.

Levi raises an eyebrow at you from where he's standing, wondering what you're doing. You shed your jacket, throwing it into the grass. The ODM gear around your chest comes off next, followed by your shirt, until you're left wearing just a sleeveless top. Since there's such strict rules about ODM gear, you slip it back on quickly. Looking up to see Levi staring at you, you give him a confused look before beginning to stretch. He continues to watch you, baffled, before speaking up.

“Quite cocky, aren't you, y/n?” You shrug, continuing to stretch out your legs, a small smirk playing on your lips. He approaches you, arms crossed over his chest, and leans down so his face is close to yours. “I’d get going if I were you.” You scoff at his remark, getting angrier by the second.

“How about you make me, captain.” Your heart stops at what you just said. You didn’t mean for that to come out of your mouth, that was supposed to stay in your head. Levi’s hand closes around your wrist and he pulls you towards the forest, but not where the other Scouts went in. When you’re far enough away that you can’t be seen from the path, Levi pushes you against a tree, and your heart skips a beat.

“You really piss me off, huh, y/n?” He leans forward and ghosts his lips over yours, and your knees go weak. “But there’s something about you that I can’t shake, and it’s driving me insane.” He finally lets his lips connect with yours, and you savour the moment, never wanting it to end. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, letting out a tiny gasp when the bulge in his pants presses into you.

“See y/n? Look what you to do me...” He growls in your ear and you drop down from his embrace, grabbing him by the collar. You flip him around so his back is now pressed into the tree, and let a tiny smirk sneak onto your lips.

“I think I can help fix that.” You drop to your knees and skillfully unclasp all the ODM gear around his waist, getting past the belt to the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down to his ankles, palming his erection through his boxers. The sigh that slips out of his lips makes your stomach turn flips, and you run your fingers along the skin just above where you know he needs you, and he reaches down and grips your wrists.

“Don’t be a little tease, y/n.” You smirk up at him but obey, pulling down his boxers, his length springing up. You notice it twitch when the cool outside air hits it, and that prompts you to take it in your hand, pumping it slowly, occasionally brushing your thumb over the sensitive tip.

You run your tongue along the bottom of his cock, relishing in the way he’s biting down on his lips to hold back the noises threatening to slip out of his pretty mouth. Wrapping your lips around his head, he begins to get impatient and grips onto your hair, pushing his length farther into your mouth. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, but it’s all worth it for the shaky groan that comes out of Levi’s mouth.

“F-fuck...” He bucks his hips upward into your mouth, picking up speed as he chases his high. Your breaths are quick through your nose, and you can feel the wetness pooling in your panties. Saliva drips down your bottom lip and onto the grass, and one of your hands clamps onto Levi’s thigh so you keep your balance. Your other hand flies down to your clothed cunt, stroking it through your pants. You moan on his cock, and Levi’s brain almost short-circuits, and he can feel his high just out of his reach. His heart is racing at a million miles an hour, and you’re the only think he can think of right now, and how pretty you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

The fire pooling in your core is spreading through your entire body, and your head feels all fuzzy. Your fingers press into the growing wet spot on your pants, desperate for any sort of friction. You can tell Levi’s close to his high, he’s becoming more and more vocal and the grip on your hair tightens.

“Ah- y/n...” His hips stutter and you feel his hot load shoot down your throat, a thousand curses tumbling out of his mouth. You force yourself to swallow before taking a breath, and he pulls his cock out of your mouth. Your lungs suck in air like you haven’t breathed in hours, and you sit back on your knees. Levi’s lips are on yours immediately, removing your jacket and fiddling with your belt. He runs kisses down your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, and tiny whimpers are sneaking out of your swollen lips. He finally gets your belt off and is about to move to the button on your pants when voices ring out in the night. Your eyes widen and so does your captain’s, and you both leap to your feet.

“Shit. They’re back already?” Levi says under his breath, and a small smile plays on your lips, butterflies returning to your stomach.

That means he wanted to spend more time with me.

You grab your jacket off the ground and pull it on, fixing your belt and the rest of your gear, and Levi does the same. You both sprint back towards the edge of the forest, just making it to the same spot as earlier before the group breaks from the trees. You’re sitting down, out of breath, and Levi’s standing a good distance away from you, trying to hide his own tiredness.

“We’re done, captain.” Armin catches his breath, and Levi waves them away.

“Head back to bed. We’re starting training the same time tomorrow. And don’t expect me to go easy on you.” The group starts to head back to the castle, all worn out, but you stand slowly, the fire still burning in your core.

“Y/n.” Levi calls out, and you turn back to see him walk up to you. “Come to my room tonight after everyone goes to bed.” You nod, and he turns and goes back towards the forest, probably to meet Moblit.

“Hey! Are you coming y/n?” Armin’s voice rings out, and you raise your head.

“Yeah!” You turn and take one last look at Levi before jogging ahead to the rest of the group.

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anon requested:

Can I request a n/sfw with Whitebeard where he uses his devil fruit for ummm vibrations and such? Please and thank you!!

Written by: Bee 🐝 @secretsnailor Anon. Are we friends? Did one of my friends write this as a gift for ME? If so, thank you my friend. :D And if NOT, anon. We should be friends because your ideas? 🤝 Go hand-in-hand with mine! I had already started writing something for this and this gave me the boost I needed to finish, so THANK YOU. You didn't say which gender, so I hope F!Reader is alright! If not, you can always come back and ask for GN/M because 🙈 I love me a good Whitebeard prompt.

Whitebeard x F!Reader / NSFW  / 2.5k Summary: Learning Whitebeard could vibrate his own dick, you were determined to try it at least once. How could you not? Warnings: Size difference, cock warmer, kinda exhibitionism, and comes on reader.

You moaned shakily as you felt the walls of your vagina clamp down on the cock currently stuffing you full. It was hard to breathe, the stretch of it on the cusp of too much. Even worse—or better, it really depended on your point of view—the low vibration that caused his dick to constantly jitter inside of you was driving you crazy. Still, the vibration was so weak it barely did anything except work you up with no hint of release.

A dark chuckle made his dick twitch within you and you keened. How long had you been in this position? It felt like ages. You almost regretted asking to do this. Almost. But really, how could you resist? You’re not sure how it came up, but once you found out that Edward could vibrate his own dick you were a goner. You absolutely had to try. Why the Gura Gura no Mi was even capable of doing that was of little concern to you. However, as always, he was worried about hurting you. Although you were taller than average, averages meant nothing to this beast of a man. Edward only agreed to try after you were thoroughly adjusted.

Which brought you to your current position. You were basically a cock warmer for him at this point, something he was greatly enjoying no doubt.

“Doing okay, my dear?” Whitebeard rumbled affectionately from above you.

“Fineeee,” you drawled, sucking down the spit gathering in your mouth. “I’m—ah—ready?” you offered timidly. As expected, all you got back was a distracted hum.

The arm that was pressed against your stomach shifted slightly as he used his hand to flip the page. Edward had positioned himself with his legs stretched out, sitting up in bed, an arm keeping you against his chest. Sitting on his lap like this, you had nowhere to go. He was reading a book while you got ‘comfortable’, he claimed.

An excited knock at the door made your eyes widen as you started squirming. Edward’s arm didn’t move; instead, it pinned you harder against his chest as an excited voice called out, “Pops!” The pressure of his arm against your stomach made all the air whoosh out of you as you struggled to breathe.

It was Ace. Luckily, enough bitching had taught him to at least knock now, whereas before he would just barge right in. Still, Whitebeard put down his book and grabbed up the discarded blanket and pulled it over your legs—covering his as well—letting up the pressure and allowing you to take in more air.

“Eddie,” you hissed with concern. “Let me up!”

“Come in!” Edward called, ignoring you completely. Your nails dug into his skin as you watched with terror as the door swung open.

“Hey Pops! Hey y/n!” Ace greeted. You mumbled back before folding your arms over Edward’s forearm and burrowing your head into them. As if trying to hide away would stop this from happening. Or distract you from the still buzzing cock inside you.

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Ace ask quizzically, likely gesturing at you. Normally you weren’t this anti-social.

Edward’s answering laugh jostled you from your perch, his cock adjusting minutely inside. You bit down on your tongue hard enough that the taste of copper filled your mouth and you swallowed blood along with your saliva.

“She’s not feeling well but won’t sleep until I do,” Eddie answered, the sound strangely distant as ringing filled your ears. Swallowing desperately, you worked to keep your breathing level as the bouncing dick kept going. “Women,” he said, tone fondly exasperated. Silently you seethed under the sexist implication but said nothing, fearing that if you tried to argue Edward would simply increase the vibrations and make you moan right into Ace’s face.

The sheer embarrassment at the thought alone made you clench your vagina and Edward chuckled. The arm around you moved, as he adjusted slightly, probably looking casual as Ace chattered on unawares. But for you, the arm lifted you just a tad, letting you feel the long slide of his cock as it convulsed its way out of you.

You grit your teeth against the slow drag as his cock slid out a few meager inches before slowly settling you back down. The ride made you bite into his forearm, trying desperately not to moan but, despite trying, a low groan managed to escape. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes in shame. Still, it didn’t stop your hips from wiggling, chasing the feeling. But it was no use, his length was once again fully sheathed inside of you.

“You okay? Pops, should I get Marco?” Ace asked, all sweet concern and you could have just died. After this you were going to kill Whitebeard, you swore it. For a breath, the low pulsing increased, and you choked before it went back to its regular simmering pressure. You’d kill him after he made you cum, you decided, need curling in the pit of your stomach.

“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Edward said, smile apparent in his voice. You shook on his arm. Another short knock made you glance up as he called out another, “Come in.”

Marco strolled in casually, hands in his pockets. “Hey Pops…” he trailed off, his blue eyes widening as he met your desperate stare. Silently you begged and Marco frowned with understanding.

Quickly he walked over to Ace and slapped him upside the head. “OW! What the fuck, Marco—” The rest of the sentence was cut off as Marco grabbed one of Ace’s ears and started pulling him towards the door.

Once Marco slammed Pops’ door closed, Ace shook his ear free with an annoyed grunt. “What was that for?!”

“Are you seriously that dense yoi??” Marco asked, just as irritated. He placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder trying to hurry him down the hall, but Ace stood firm.

“What are you talkin’ about?! I was just talking to Pops! Stop pushing me!”

“Fine yoi. I’m leaving, you can stay to listen.”

“Listen to what—”

A loud scream made Ace jump before he turned to the door with an ‘o’ of surprise. Marco’s stride lengthened as he tried to escape down the hall.

The scream is shortly followed by a moan that echoed and Ace’s brain connected some dots.

“Eddie—” your voice panted, and Ace finally got his feet to move as he scrambled after Marco.

"Yo, Marco, wait up!"

Once the door had closed, you hissed out an angry, “Edward what the fuck is wrong with you—” Before the vibration finally, finally increased to something other than a low rumble. Instead, it’s q u a k i n g within you and the words die in your throat as you croak.

Then his arm falls away, to be replaced with a hand wrapped around your waist. Quicker than you can comprehend he lifts you up, almost fully displacing his cock before roughly slamming you back down.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream; as the orgasm that had been hovering at the edges of your gut is forcibly released. You go limp, his hand still supporting your waist, as you try to breathe through the shock.

Whitebeard moved, taking you with him. You moan loudly as his still buzzing dick slipped out a little before it was pushed back in. “Eddie—”

“Shush, just relax, little one.” His bulk settles over you as he gets on all fours, bracing one forearm against the mattress, his other hand still wrapped around your stomach, holding you aloft. It’s hard to focus, the recent orgasm still sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

So, when you feel him slowly pump you up and down on his cock your eyes widen as your hands grab onto the fingers of the hand suspending you in the air.

“Wait, Eddie, the vibrations, I’m still sensiti—ahhhhh!” The words morphed into a drawn-out groan as his pumps got a little faster.

Edward grunted but didn’t seem like he heard you—or just didn’t care—as his hand worked up a rhythm. Overstimulation made you whimper as pain and pleasure fizzled over your body. Still, whether it was because you’d been on the edge for so long or something else, your body quickly got interested in the proceedings again.

Unpleasant aches quickly turned into electricity prickling over your skin. Edward’s massive hand cradled you firmly, using you just like a fleshy onahole and you moaned at the thought.

“Eddie, please I—oh oh oh!” You tried to talk but quickly descended into breathy little moans. He didn’t let up his constant pace. Every time he was fully seated all the air left your lungs, he was so large.

When he withdrew enough you could suck in some air, you rushed out in one long breath, “Wanna see you—”

Abruptly the air was knocked back out of you as he thrust back in. His cock was still buzzing, the twitches against your walls along with his girth made the feel of it delicious.

The next slide of his cock out of you is slowed down, a deep grind that leaves you putty in his hand before he withdrew completely.

He laid you gently down on the mattress and you quickly flipped over onto your back.

“Not gonna last long,” he grunted out in warning before a large hand wiggled between your back and the bed, lifting you up easily.

“That’s fine,” you replied, squirming eagerly in his hand as he lowered you back down towards his cock. You couldn’t really see anything like this as you spread your legs, his frame much too tall, but you liked being able to feel his body against yours, the hard panes of his abs catching against your breasts and dragging against your nipples. His cock head once again breached you and you threw your head back with a moan.

Your fingers dug into his skin as he once again started thrusting, no more teasing. He was chasing his own pleasure now you figured. The vibrations had finally ceased, which you figured meant that he was beginning to lose focus. The thought of bringing such a large man to his knees in such a way shot a thrill of a different kind through you and your toes curled as you let out another loud groan, knowing the noise always spurred him on.

“Close, little one?” Edward asked and you shook your head, unable to speak as his speed increased. You were close but familiar enough that just his thrusts like this wouldn’t get you off as it was. “Fuck,” he muttered, tone annoyed before his cock started vibrating again, rough and jolting, the fastest he’d ever done it.

Your eyes widened. “Edd-iiieeeeeeee,” you cried out with shock.

“That’s it, come for me. You can do it,” he praised, keeping up with his thrusts. One particular angle hit something inside you that had you seeing stars as you arched your back, crying out as another orgasm slammed through you, a sudden crest of a wave washing over you and you shook with the intensity of it.

“Finally,” Whitebeard said before pulling you completely off him. Settling you back down on the mattress, you blinked at him through dazed eyes as he settled back on his knees, dick in one hand hovering over you. He stroked himself, his blue eyes hungrily taking you in.

His hand gave his large cock one last twist before he groaned, and a ribbon of hot spunk hit your stomach. Your mouth opened wide, stunned before several more thick ropes smacked onto your skin. Quickly you shut your eyes and mouth as you felt another spurt of heat land across your neck and a little over your mouth.

Salt filled your mouth as you flinched when your face was covered. When you heard Edward let out a long sigh of relief and nothing else hit you, you slowly sat up wiping at your still closed eyes.

A piece of cloth was pressed into your hands and you angrily cleaned away the residue from your face.

Blinking them open, your eyelashes stuck together a few times before becoming unclumped. Glaring up at him, Edward looked back calmly, unabashed.

“Why did you do that!? I’m covered!” It was true, you could feel his cum drip down your body and pool into your lap from where you sat. He laughed.

“Just wanted to see you like this. You look great, my love.” You licked your lips and, at the salty tang, pulled a face of disgust.

“Fuck you, I’m taking a shower.” You began to move before Edward hummed and, quicker than you were expecting, knocked you once more onto your back.

Trapping your arms with one hand he loomed above you, smiling. “Now, now little one. Who said we were done? Stay still.”

His mouth settled over your stomach before sucking lightly and you squirmed. His hand tightened around your arms in warning, and you settled back. A warm tongue flattened against your stomach before licking a path up your chest, taking with it any globs of cum that remained.

“Eddie!” you cried out, embarrassed, but he didn’t stop. His tongue ran over every part of you, licking across your neck and collarbones, dipping into your armpits before trailing down. You could feel every ridge and bump as he lapped large strokes over your trembling thighs.

You couldn’t help it, you spread your legs and felt him chuckle. His eyes pierced into you as he glanced up, laugh lines crinkled as he smiled. “Need something?” he asked smugly, breath fanning out over your still dripping core and you shivered.

“Please,” you whispered as you stared back. His smile widened.

“Please what?”

You groaned with frustration. “I want your tongue!” you said snappishly as your hips twitched upwards.

“Oh?” Edward moved forward, past your waist and you let out a whine. His tongue dragged over your face, licking away the remaining traces of his semen before dipping into your mouth.

You let it fall open, utterly trapped as he held you down and took, his tongue delved into every corner. You tried to respond, licking and sucking back before he withdrew from the kiss. The blue of his eyes was hardly visible, instead, they were mostly inky black pupils blown wide.

“Eddie, please!” you shouted this time and he smirked, pleased at your neediness.

“There you go. Good girl, you can get a reward.” Easily he moved back between your legs before his tongue finally pressed itself against your used entrance and you keened.

The warmth of it lapped at you before the tip flicked inside and you ground back on the pressure. His lips closed around your entrance and sucked. You arched your back trying to wiggle your arms free so you could grab on to something—anything. But he was a wall, keeping you in place so you could only accept whatever he wanted to do with you.

Drawing back, he hummed again. His eyes took in your heaving, twitching body. You felt as though you might catch fire, your blood boiling in your veins under his heady stare, your body on a knife’s edge of too much yet not enough pleasure. Whitebeard licked his lips.

“Want to go again?”

And you did.

hear me out... SANZU

By The Time You’re Hearing This I’ll Already Be Gone

pairing: none (platonic!Sully family & Lo’ak’s twin sister!reader)

summary: all you wanted was to not be the family disappointment

wc: 4942

warnings: anon requested, mentions of missing/disappearance, dad jake sully

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[nsfw under the cut]

protective!eren beating the shit out of some dude that decided it was a good idea to smack and grab your ass at the bar

protective!eren having to be pulled off of him by like 2 other guys, his shirt's a little ripped and his hair is a mess, but he doesn't care

he hates it when other people look at you too long, let alone have the fucking balls to touch you

and protective!eren makes sure you're okay, even though he's the one that ate a few punches in the process

he'd do it again and again and again

even when his friends make too many jokes around you, making you smile and laugh, protective!eren shoots them the nastiest fucking glare when you're not looking

that's his job

you're all his, there's no room for anyone else

when he's eating you out, protective!eren spits on your pussy and licks a trail up to your clit, keeping eye contact the whole time

he wants you to watch him take care of you

he'll always take care of you

protective!eren likes to ask, "who's pussy is this?" while he's railing you, your legs pushed up against your chest

he knows the answer

but hearing you break down in desperate moans and pleas sends him over the edge every time

"all yours, eren"

damn fucking right