* RAN HAITANI Just Wants To Hold Your Breasts

*｡ツ — RAN HAITANI Just wants to hold your breasts

Warnings — It's almost obscenity, but I'm sure you'll want to kill me for it lol

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"Wow, your breasts are beautiful, can I see them without the shirt?" Ran says out of nowhere while the two are studying in Y/n's room.

"Why do you think I'm going to show you my breasts?" Y/n smiles teasingly at Ran.

"Because I think my hands would hold your boobs a lot better than that stupid bra." Ran says approaching and kissing Y/n's neck.

Y/n closes her eyes and Ran puts her hands on the hem of her shirt, practically asking for permission to go further.

"Your hands are cold Ran." Y/n says and Ran moves away from his neck getting very close to his face.

"Let me warm them up on you." Ran says and kisses Y/n's mouth, while slowly running her hands down her stomach under her shirt.

Seeing that Y/n didn't stop him, he puts his hands higher until he reaches the breasts covered by the bra.

"Can I, love?" He says, distancing himself a little and putting their foreheads together.

"Can." Y/n says so quietly that if Ran were that close he's sure he wouldn't hear it.

Ran caresses her breasts over her bra, almost moaning when she felt how soft it was.

"Ran..."

"I know love, I know." Ran goes back to kissing Y/n with his tongue this time.

"Fuck..." He says as he puts his hands inside her bra, feeling her nipples harden with the contact. from his hands.

Y/n moans into the kiss, placing her hands on Ran's shoulders, feeling him pinch her nipples between his fingers.

"Daughter, do you want a snack?" Y/n's mother says knocking on the door, scaring them both.

"No mom, we're fine." Y/n says further while Ran still massages her breasts and kisses her neck.

When she hears her mother's footsteps walking away from the door, she sighs, patting Ran on the shoulder.

"What if the door was open?" Ran smiles and gives him a little kiss on the cheek.

"How much adrenaline, right? Now come here, I want you sitting on my lap"

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For her | Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto Uzumaki X Fem!Reader

Naruto will protect you at all costs.

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"You will be the first one I kill."

Naruto swears he saw red after hearing that phrase come out of Sasuke's mouth to his beloved Y/n.

See, Naruto is there for Sasuke, to bring him back, but no one, and I repeat, NO ONE, hurts his Y/N.

Even if she doesn't know it, Y/n was the love of his life he.

He finds his legs moving on their own when he sees Sasuke approach Y/n.

"Naruto!" Kakashi tries to hold him back, but no one can hold Naruto Uzumaki.

"what did you say to her?" Naruto says with all his fury.

"That I'm going to kill her."

"If you touch her I swear I'll kill you." He says pulling Y/n's wrist, coming face to face with Sasuke.

"You can try" Sasuke says.

"I've already taken enough of your shit Sasuke, but that I will NEVER accept, not from you, not from anyone else, I will walk over anyone who wants to touch her." Naruto pushes Sasuke's chest.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" Sasuke says with a smile. "

If it's to protect her, I will, and you can bet me I'll kill without a second thought."

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I love this kid

STRIPPER: LUFFY x Y/N (part 2)

part 1

@coocoocatchoo @shoyoist @bowsa-jr

(cw: parrot-parrot fruit reader, pole dancing, stripper!reader, kissing, sorta mean dom luffy for a sec, piv sex, creampie, “slut”, licking spunk off floor)

(a/n: im obsessed. parrot-parrot fruit for life)

words: 1.9k

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Luffy sits on the edge of your bed, smiling delightedly. His hands are softly caressing your shins, as he kneels between your legs.

“So!” He chirps, squeezing your slightly stubbly shins. His eyebrows twitch up as he challenges you: “Parrot-Parrot fruit, hah?”

You nod sheepishly.

“Wings are pretty,” he says, stroking the blue-turquoise feathers. You’re a Zoan Type, Blue Macaw specifically.

You have daffodil-yellow feathers on the inside of your wings, sprouting from your shoulders blades and stretching out strong and wide from your back. The turquoise-blue feathers fade into an ombre to the tips of your long, velvety pinions.

Luffy kneels up, settling between your crisscrossed legs to drape his thighs over your lap.

His hands are soft and warm as he strokes his fingers through your feathers. It sends shivers through you, and a small whine escapes your plush lips as he preens you.

“S’nice…,” you whisper, fluttering eyes betraying just how nice it feels. You swallow, the lump in your throat giving way to desire. “Feels sexy,” you admit, smiling slightly.

Luffy’s voice is dry as he says, “Yeah? Sexy, hah…,” he assesses your feathers, eyes raking over the blue and sunlight wings.

“Y’know…,” he rasps, evil glint in his pirate’s eyes, “Every pirate needs a parrot, dontcha think?”

His fingers are still so soft as he strokes through your wings. His smile is six inches from yours, his lips hovering dangerously close.

“You should join my crew!”

You stare.

He’s serious.

You swallow, licking your lips as he assesses your face. And you assess him in return. His copper skin, his dark curls. His sparkly eyes that undid you the moment he asked for a lapdance back at the strip club.

“Yes.”

He smiles—wide as the sky—and clasps your face in his soft hands. He leans forward and pecks a kiss onto your nose. “So happy to hear that,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours. “You can be my baby, sweetheart…if ya want.”

You nod eagerly.

“Yes, please.”

He snickers against your skin, nuzzling his scrunched-up nose into your cheek. He presses his face lightly to the side of yours, his eyelashes fluttering at your skin in sweet little butterfly kisses.

“Yer the prettiest parrot any pirate could ever ask for,” he praises you, his hands wrapping around your soft waist. He squeezes you, tightly.

“You’re the hottest pirate,” you say, arching an eyebrow as his confidence starts to rub off on you. You toss your head, dark hair flicked over your shoulder with chipped-polish acrylics. He smiles, thunking his head into your shoulder. He kisses your collarbone, sucking on your skin.

“Ya think so?”

“Mhmm,” you scratch his curls, “Hottest damn pirate in all the seas.”

He smiles against your skin, his thumbs stroking your ribcage.

“So happy ya said yes…,” he shivers against you, pressing his face into the swell of your breasts. He smooches the squishy, sensitive skin.

“Wouldn’t have dreamed of sayin’ no,” you confess, stroking his hair.

“Really?!” He lifts up, so excited.

“Really.”

He smiles even wider than before, squirming in excitement.

“Can’t wait ta bring ya back home with me…”

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“I have a surprise for ya,” Captain Luffy whispers in your ear, his hands on your shoulders. He’d just introduced you to his crew, and now his friends had scattered back to their shiply duties. He scrapes his teeth against the shell of your ear.

“What is it?” You tilt your head, curious. His hands move to your waist, as he guides you toward his captain’s quarters.

****

He’s set you up a dance studio.

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The floor is shiny, glossy wood. It’s in the below-deck space of the ship: storage unit no longer necessary. Since Luffy had Usopp clean out the space, they’d both helped set this studio up for you. There’s mirrors lining the far wall, with a glossy barre strung across it. There’s a shiny metal pole in the center of the space.

“Captain…,” you whisper, slowly approaching the center. Your hands skim over the silver metal, feeling its stability with just the exact amount of give you favor.

“It’s just Luffy,” he reminds you, coming up to skim the shiny metal himself. His fingers are so long, they almost wrap double around the pole. He smiles at you, excitedly waiting for your reaction.

You stare up at the ceiling, where the stripper pole is secured. It’s stable.

“This is perfect.”

Your voice is a hushed whisper, the enormity of this man’s kindness crushing to dust. Gold dust.

Luffy cheers!

“YES!!”

He bounces around, so happy, as he whoops and laughs and hollers. You can’t help but join in.

Some of the crew members eventually come down the stairs to see what’s wrong; Zoro’s the first to peak his head through the wooden door. He smirks.

“She likes it, hah?”

He stalks into the room, staring like a wild tiger as he watches you experimentally spin. Luffy is clapping and cheering you on, so brightly delighted that his first mate can’t help but laugh (softly under his breath). “She looks great,” he says, arms crossed as he scuffs his boot across the floor.

“Hey!” You say, from where you’re upside down and spread-eagled, “Don’t scuff the floor!!!”

“You heard her!” Luffy snickers as he claps Zoro’s chest. “She’s the crew’s entertainment! She’s our stripper,” his voice turns husky, staring at you as you slowly spin back down to the ground.

“Sanji’s gonna bleed out,” is all Zoro says as he appraises you.

“Oh!” Luffy shouts, suddenly inspired. “Oh yeah!! Nami said she could help ya too!!!” His captain’s command takes over as he bounds out of the room and above deck.

You stand at the barre, starting up a plié/relevé technique.

Zoro stares at you in the mirror.

Soon enough, Luffy is springing back into the room, with Nami and Usopp in tow. They’re sharing the weight of a shiny metal rack, like something you’d hang clothes on.

“This is where you can hang your costumes!”

He grins at you broadly, and a sound escapes you somewhere between a lustful growl and an excited squeal.

You bound forward, leaping into Luffy’s arms and nearly tackling him over in the process.

He laughs, loud and hearty, as he supports your weight. He smacks a kiss onto the top of your head, as his voice lowers. His crew mates filter out of the studio, sensing the shift in vulnerable intimacy.

“So…ya like it?”

You smash your lips against his, aggressively making out with him without a second’s hesitation. His lips are soft and his breaths are ragged.

Your pussy is aching.

“So fucking sexy,” I gasp, lips nibbling at his soft cupid’s bow. I tug at his bottom lip with my teeth. “But…seems like we’re missing something,” I tease him, stroking his hair.

His hands are still supporting your thighs as your legs are wrapped around his waist. He holds you safely, securely. “What is that, my angel?” He asks softly, his nose nuzzling at you. You snort.

“We need a chair for you.”

His eyes light up like sin.

“Say less.”

He devours your lips again, his grip starting to bruise. He sinks slowly to the floor, laying you softly on your back. The door is locked.

“Sweetheart,” he moans as he licks up and down your throat. “Wantcha…so bad.”

“Mm~!” You croon, his weight and warmth pinning you to the floor.

“C-can I?” He asks desperately, sucking at your pulse point. “Can I make you mine, birdie?”

His nickname, his sweetness…

It melts you like honey.

“Sweetheart,” you squeak, stunned to bits by his seductiveness. It’s working wonders, for your pussy.

It’s aching.

“Please?”

He smirks, suddenly the infamous Mugiwara no Luffy.

Wanted posters don’t fucking do him justice.

He’s so much sexier in real life.

Luffy bites at your skin, skimming his hands up your ribs to softly cup your breasts. He squeezes them, kneading them gently through the lace of your bralette. His hips grind against yours, starting shallow thrusts as he dry humps your clothed cunt. “Take these off,” he whispers, plucking at your shorts. “And…,” he smirks, “I wanna see those wings.”

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So now you’re straddling your captain’s hips, speed-demoning your way to a second orgasm. Luffy’s lips hardly ever leave your skin; his sounds cloud the room with echoing moans and affections.

“So sexy f’me,” he’s growling into your shoulder.

His hands roam over your feathers too, snickering as he fingers the soft down between thumb and forefinger. “Such a pretty birdie…such a sweet lil girl f’me, aren’t ya?”

His words sear like hot irons into your skin—setting you aflame with each honey-spiced syllable. His hips rocket up into you from below, gunpowder explosions happening beneath your core.

“Say it,” he grunts, slamming you down into his hips with brutal force.

“S-say—ah!—say what, Lu-uffyyy~?” your voice is a mess.

He snickers at your desperate pleas, slowing down ever so slightly. His cock is bruising your pussy, sticky and slick with your wetness and his own pre. He slows his strokes to hit it nice and deep, the slap of his balls against your ass nothing short of erotic. Explicit.

Pornographic.

He laughs, his head thunked back against the glossy wooden floor.

It smells like sex, in here.

“Say you’re m’pretty lil parrot, hm birdie?” His thumbs circles you clit, and you squeal.

“Ah—ah! Yes, Luuuffyy…m’your pretty little…parrot—,” you choke out, the aching in your core nigh on unbearable. The clit orgasm he’s slowly winding up inside you isn’t helping much, either.

Your voice is squeaky and high-pitched. Embarrassing.

He snickers, reaching up to gently caress your face. “Sweetheart…,” he says, staring at you with stars in his deep brown eyes. The studio’s lights send sparkles reflecting off them.

So not fair.

Luffy sits up, slowly gentling his pace. He’s sensual now: romantic and sweet. His touches are all with his fingertips or the backs of his knuckles, all skimming and slow.

He’s cradling you against his heart.

“Sweetheart,” he moans again, eyes fluttering shut as you start to roll your hips. His hands sink into the flesh of your ass, supporting you as you rise up and down. “M’so…close!”

His hands slow your movements, as he savors every second of his release. “Ah—ahhh!” His cries are orgasmic, spastic as he stutters his hips and spills his spend til you’re bursting at the seams.

It slips down between you, splattering against the hardwood slats.

“Clean it,” he rasps, lifting you off his cock. He snaps to the puddle of semen on the floor, “Slut.”

“Hah!”

You rasp, groaning as he commands you. Apparently, you don’t respond fast enough because he’s grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and shoving your head down into the steaming pool of his own spunk.

“Shit!” You hiss, your cheek smushed against the floor. He lets you tilt your head, so that you can clean it up with your tongue. He’s staring down at you with a snakelike glint in his chocolate eyes.

“Kiss it.”

Moaning, you start smooching the floor that still tastes like him.

“And don’t you dare wipe that up later,” he releases his hold on you so he can smirk as you sit up.

You swipe your forearm across your chin.

“Your spunk tastes like shit, Monkey.”

“Hah!” He laughs, scrunching his face as he scratches his head. He’s sheepish now, smiling and boyish. “Sorry bout that…”

(He wasn’t.)

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