Honry

Naruto is desperate for approval and affection and would do Anything to make his sensei like him, sure, but Iruka Was Here First.

An adult in Naruto’s world who tried so so hard to do right by him only for him to grow up beautiful and that adult Hates himself for being horny for his student? Sure, but Iruka Was Here First.

Like, that scene after she tries to stab him where he's crouching over her and she's laying there like DO YOUR WORST!

I think he should have made her give him a tit job as an apology. She bought him lunch so he's not mad at her but she did say to do his worst and her boobies look soft, so. Zzzzzip.

To be clear, I'm picturing this as 100% running on porno logic where she's also lowkey into it and they're still friends after and the rest of Dressrosa still goes the exact same way.

He’s drowned before, but never like this.

“God, f-fuck, fuck,” He gasps, ragged. “Why are all you bastards so fucking big?”

The hands on his waist (The stupidly, unnecessarily fucking huge hands on his waist, the hands that are wrapped fingertips-to-thumb around his entire goddamn waist, literally nobody needs hands this fucking big—!) squeeze once, not quite gentle, but sturdy. Holding him while he fights for air that just won’t come.

“Ha, can’t back out now! Winner gets to top was your rule, Commander, not mine.”

Ace hasn’t ever thought of himself as the stereotypical lazy Logia, letting his devil fruit do all the work for him, but apparently he’s been relying on it more than he realized because having it cut off like this feels insane. There’s so… much, of him. All wet, red muscle and straining skin and tendons pulling to their limit, holy shit he has never had this much trouble taking a dick before.

“Shut up! Shut, shut up, I’m not tapping out. Just. Just gimme a sec…”

Those stupidly huge hands, heavy and cold with all their gold rings, adjust against his hips. Thumbs rub little circles into the dimples on either side of his spine. Ace clutches white-knuckle tight at muscled forearms, just looking for something to use to fucking brace himself while he drops down another inch. Stops to breathe. Carefully, carefully, takes another. Feels every single part of his body as it struggles and fights and is forced open, open, open.

This time it comes out slow and slurring, all dazed hunger and heat in his belly. “Oh my god, you’re so big.”

“Gonna give a man a big ego talking like that! Zehahahaha!”

Hot in his belly in more ways than one. Ace and Teach have fucked before, but now, with that fruit of his, it’s completely different. This doesn’t feel like sea-stone or Haki, it doesn’t feel like anything has been taken from Ace — in fact, it feels like Ace can’t do anything but take it. Like he’s being overloaded, stuffed so full…

Teach smears a kiss over Ace’s shoulder, the scratch of stubble another one of those things that feels so different like this. (He should have grown his facial hair out before he started calling himself Blackbeard, and yes, everybody did make fun of him for it. That didn’t stop the big dumb bastard from jumping the gun.)

“Here,” Teach rumbles. “Let’s try this.” Then he’s lifting his head a little, calling “Lafitte!” out across the barren stretch of battlefield.

One of his creepy new crew mates, the one that looks like a mime, comes literally tap-dancing up to them. His face is pleasant, but his eyes are empty, like all the Blackbeard pirates. When Ace asked about that earlier, Teach had said he wasn’t interested in starting a family of his own, he just needed some extra hands that wouldn’t talk back. Ace had called him spoiled.

Now, Teach bosses his new crew mate like a man might command a dog, calling him to his knees in front of Ace. “Give him your mouth,” Teach orders.

Ace would squirm if he wasn’t literally fucking impaled. “Uh,” He says. “I’m not — I dunno, Teach. I don’t need it.”

“Don’t be so stubborn.” Another kiss, this one between his shoulder blades, right where Ace knows the very top of Pops’ mark is inked into his skin. Teach stays there for a second, nuzzling sweetly. “This’ll probably be the last time in a while that you and I get to do this. Lemme make it good for you.”

He rolls his hips, just a little, forcing another few inches of stupid huge cock into Ace’s struggling body. “Besides,” Teach drawls. “I’d like to actually get to fuck you at some point today, and that doesn’t seem like it’ll happen any time soon.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Ace sputters, but he’s clawing at Teach’s forearms and gasping for air again, so. Maybe he has a point.

“I don’t.” Ace stops. Swallows. Leans his head back against Teach’s barrel of a chest and breathes in the scent of sweat and sea salt on his skin, the stink of burning hair from where Ace’s fires singed him, the iron of blood on both of them. It was a damn good fight. “I don’t want some stranger touching me.”

“Aw, don’t think of it as a stranger.” Teach shifts to rest his chin on top of Ace’s head. “He’s barely even a person at this point. Think of it like using a toy.” One of those massive hands moves to cradle Ace’s dick, only half-hard despite everything Teach is doing to his body right now. Teach’s fingers are hot and rough with sailor’s callouses. His rings are cold and smooth. “Lafitte’s gonna get you all warm and relaxed for me, and we’re gonna enjoy this last fuck while we can. Got a problem with that, Firefist?”

“You are such a bastard,” Ace says, mostly just for the sake of saying it. “Do I have a choice?”

“Zehahaha! Not even a damn bit!” Teach’s hands, stroking over Ace’s body, huge and strong and making him feel so small. Teach’s teeth tugging at the shell of his ear.

Teach’s voice, going deep and hungry and so unlike it usually is, all the jolly humor gone. Just darkness left.

Just darkness.

“I won,” Blackbeard tells him. “And to the victor go the spoils.”

If you can understand that someone being sexually submissive and masochistic does not mean they want to be treated cruelly in a scenario where they aren’t in control, then you can understand that someone being sexually dominant and sadistic does not mean they want to be cruel to people who have not given their consent.

If you can understand that someone fantasizing about being the victim of rape does not mean they want to be sexually assaulted in real life, then you can understand that someone fantasizing about being the perpetrator of rape does not mean they want to sexually assault people in real life.

If you can understand that the appeal of being helpless lies in the reality that you are completely safe, then you can understand that the appeal of wanting to make someone helpless lies in the reality that you aren’t actually hurting anyone.

Koby. I am talking about Koby.

Luffy didn’t force Koby to join his crew because being a marine is his dream, so he let him go, but it aches and chews holes in him and the rest of the crew very quickly catch on that their captain is pining for a darling somewhere out there. It’s Zoro who ends up explaining the little pink-haired marine who was so scared and so brave and would have been so very easy to snatch up.

Luffy has given the Strawhats everything, freedom and home and family and a path toward their dreams, and he demands everything from them in payment. He’s demanding and selfish and spoiled, as greedy as any self-respecting pirate should be — but not about this. This one thing he wants so very badly, this one thing he did not take. So, naturally, his Nakama will just need to get it for him.

Every time the Strawhats run into Koby, Luffy has to white-knuckle his fists to keep himself in check, but the others have absolutely no qualms about it. They get into a fight with Koby’s unit and decimate the whole squad but nobody puts even a single scratch on Koby. They coo and fawn at him about it, remind him that they would never, ever hurt him. They say he should really consider switching sides. They would never pit him against an opponent they knew he couldn’t beat. They would never send him into battle with so little backup. They’d take care of him.

Koby gets almost used to the touching. They are all constantly touching him. Fingers in his hair, on his face, arms around his shoulders and waist, hands… hands on his hips, on his thighs. In his hair, always, Koby feels like he can't go outside without being backed against a wall by a pirate who seems to want nothing more than to ask how he's been and if he needs anything while running their fingers through his hair.

Koby realizes he’s being stalked. He can’t go more than a month without running into the Strawhats, and they’re blatant about it — when confronted, they outright say they missed him and came to see him. He says it’s insane they’re willing to risk drawing the navy’s attention like that just to come harass him. They all laugh, tell him they aren’t scared of the navy, and he shouldn’t be scared of them. Not ever. Koby should never, ever be afraid of them. Is he ready to come home now? They’ve all been waiting so long.

Koby transfers again. Keeps his blinds closed and stays away from windows. He tries to shave his hair, but a lead star breaks through the window and knocks the clippers out of his hands. The next time the Strawhats come for him, Usopp runs possessive fingers through Koby’s pretty pink hair. Tells him to never do that again. Luffy talks so much about how he loves Koby’s hair, and they wouldn’t want to upset their captain, right?

Koby needs to be perfect. He’s a gift for Luffy, a sign of appreciation from the crew. He can be stubborn, but he is not allowed to do anything that might ruin the gift.

Maybe the Koby's superior officers eventually cotton onto the strange way the Strawhats treat him. Maybe Garp figures out that something is wrong, and tries to hide Koby away. Maybe someone decides to use Koby as bait to lure Luffy and the crew into a trap. Maybe they assume Koby has ties to the Strawhats, and arrest him on the chance of treason. Maybe a lot of things.

Of course, how it happens doesn't change the ending: Koby, no longer a marine officer. Not ever again. A pirate now, like he should have been from the very start, home and with his nakama where he belongs. Presented to Luffy with a pretty bow around his neck as a gift to his captain who loves him so very much.

And, well. If they're going to teach him to accept their love and their affection and all the good things they offer -- all the good things he deserves -- then they should teach him to accept pleasure, too. After all, Ace is their baby brother now, and they all just want to spoil him in any way they can. He should know he can come to them for anything.