#(( he's wiggling like a true snake ))

[fleur-bbyy]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ WAKING THEM UP TO FUCK!

PAIRINGS: SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, KENTO NANAMI.

WARNINGS: MDNI!!! female reader, pet names, (gojo) cuddle fucking, (geto) missionary, light teasing, (toji) cowgirl, him being a lazy bastard, (nanami) doggy, ass slapping

SATORU GOJO: just as horny as you are.

the air around you is sweltering as you wake from your dream, but you swear your core feels even hotter.

you’re already soaked, panties sticking to your skin. sticking uncomfortably at that. it’s early, too early to even think about trying to get off. causing you to try to wiggle around and get comfortable again so you could go back to sleep before you feel an arm sling around your waist.

“can’t keep squirming like that, baby.” satoru’s voice is low in your ear with the slightest rasp. enough rasp to make your cunt clench around absolutely nothing and for your body to involuntarily squirm again.

“sorry, satoru. just got woken up from a dream.”

“oh?” his slender fingers rub up and down your side, lingering a little longer when they reached your hip. “is that why your panties are so wet?”

you frown. you know he’s used to this and it doesn’t bother him at all, but you still feel bad for waking him in the night so frequently.

“‘m sorry, ‘toru. i know you have to work tomorrow.” he hooks his chin over your shoulder and giggles into your neck.

“don’t be sorry, pretty girl, not faring much better than you right now.” you feel him shallowly thrust against your ass, feeling how hard his cock is. “how about you help me out and i help you?” his fingers slip from your waist to the top of your panties and once you nod your head, he’s pulling them down just far enough to uncover your pussy.

“this is why sleeping naked is so worth it,” he pauses as he lines up with your entrance and begins to push in, the pair of you moaning when he sinks in all the way, “makes it so i can help my girl faster.”

you whimper when his hand moves to grip your waist, holding you closer to him as he begins to thrust. your pussy squelching from how wet you were.

“were you having a good dream baby? that why you’re so soaked f’me?” you moan again in response, frantically nodding your head.

“yeah?” he thrusts into you harshly and groans, “tell me allllll about it, pretty, and i’ll make it come true.”

SUGURU GETO: tired until he slips it in.

you knew better than to wake up suguru late on a work night, but you were aching so badly and it wasn’t something just your own fingers could fix.

his raven hair was spread across his pillow and his arm was slung across his eyes to black any of the light in the room. he looked unbelievably beautiful and hot, even though you couldn’t see his whole face.

“please baby?” you whisper, kissing the column of his neck. “i won’t do it again. i promise.” the corner of his lips tug into a smirk and his hand snakes down to palm his growing erection.

“you’re so lucky i love you.” you smile when he lazily rolls on top of you. your face scrunching into pleasure when he runs a finger through your wet slit.

“no panties baby? sure you weren’t planning on waking me up?” his voice still laced with sleep.

“no, never.” you smile up at him again, eyes low as you watch him jerk his thick cock a few times before lining in up with your sopping hole. pushing in just the tip to play with you.

“don’t tease right now, need you so bad.”

“yeah?” he pauses to yawn, eyes squinting, but never moving from the sight of your pussy stretching around the head. “how bad, baby?”

“so bad, please don’t make me beg.” you roll your hips into him and stick out your bottom lip. he groans, not wanting to tease you more for your and his sake.

“y’so lucky i’m sleepy and don’t wanna tease.” he says, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he begins to sink into you further. both of you throwing your head back and his eyes snapping shut.

“ohh fuck.” he growls. hips rolling forward to meet yours and your skin making a slight slapping sound when they connect. suguru leans over to grip the headboard. long, messy hair dangling in his face.

“so sorry for waking you up, ‘guru.” you whine as he reaches so impossibly deep inside you. the headboard beginning to smack against the wall.

“don’t be sorry, baby, i’m wiiiide awake now.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO: he’ll wake up, but makes you do the work.

“toji, baby?” you lightly shake his arm to no avail. “tooooji.” you throw the duvet off of your hot skin and shake him once more, grinning when he stirs from his sleep.

“what’re y’waking me up at this time for?” he rubs his eyes with his fists and looks at the small digital clock on his nightstand. the deep rumble of his voice and the slur of his words only served to make your core ache even more than it already did. tracing his happy trail with your eyes down to the waistband of his sweatpants and fixating your gaze on his bulge.

“‘m so horny, baby.” you swing a leg over his torso and straddle him, the heat of your clothed pussy radiating onto the part of him your wanted most.

“yeah? y’want me to fix that, don’tcha?” you nod your head and see his scarred lips tug into a smirk as he flips the rest of the duvet off of his legs. feeling one of his large hands rub your side. his eyelids low and eyes still bleary from being woken up. “hop on f’me, princess.”

your hands gently, but quickly, tug down his grey sweats, practically drooling when his hard cock springs free from its confines and slaps his stomach. you push your own panties to the side and slowly begin to sink down on him, already moaning loudly just from the stretch. his hands rest lazily on your hips as you begin to bounce on him. throwing your head back in ecstasy when you get the angle just right.

“baby?” you whisper out, already breathless.

“hm?”

“you’re not gonna help?” he smirks again and tucks one of his arms behind his head.

“nah, baby. y’woke me up. i’m gonna enjoy my show.”

KENTO NANAMI: was never asleep in the first place.

you awake to the sounds of your bedroom door shutting gently and rustling in your dresser drawers.

your eyes open slowly, trying to adjust to the light the lamp on nanami’s nightstand produces. finally focusing on the blonde undoing his tie in front of the mirror. you don’t bother to look at the time, you know it’s late by the way nanami’s posture is slightly drooped.

“kento?” you barely whisper, voice still waking up with you. he turns to look in your direction as he untucks his dress shirt and begins to unbutton it.

“hi honey,” he stops to fumble with a tricky button on his shirt, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“maybe, but i’d rather see you.” and boy is that the truth.

your eyes ghost across his body, taking in the way his jaw clenches, how tight his pants are around his thighs, the tuft of hair peeking out from the top his shirt, finally stopping when you notice that his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and exposing his bulging arms.

“that so?”

“mhm.” you flip the blanket off your legs, revealing the nightgown you were wearing. his favorite nightgown to be exact. “was missin’ you.”

“i can tell.” his shirt is thrown into the hamper, or at least he thinks it is. he was too preoccupied by how pretty you looked in that little gown to double check.

he keeps watching as you hop up from the bed, the hem of your gown barely covering your ass as you walked over in the direction of the hamper. his cheeks flushed when you bent over and he could see every bit of your glistening pussy.

“you missed, silly.” you said as you picked up his discarded shirt and put it properly in the basket. looking back at him over your shoulder and smiling coyly when he began to saunter over to you. simultaneously removing his leather belt from the loops of his pants and fumbling with the zipper.

“beginning to think you woke up on purpose.” he made quick work of freeing his cock from his boxers and dress pants, groaning when you rubbed your wet cunt against him. “naughty girl.”

“mmm, yeah? only for you.” he groans again when you reach behind you to grab his cock and position the tip to your wet hole. smiling back at him once more before pushing your ass back against him and pushing his cock in at the same time.

“you’re such a fuckin’ angel, shit.” he uses one of his hands to bend you over and the other to grip the fat of your hip. you’re wetter than ever and your sweet cunt is sucking him in like your life depended on it.

“sure you can handle it, baby?” you moan out, back arching and giving nanami a delicious view. “i know you have work tomorrow, ken.”

“if you cared about that, you would’ve asked about it first.” he laughs and takes the splayed hand off your back to give your ass two good slaps. “besides, i’d be a damn fool to choose sleep over this.”

a/n: self indulgent sleepy sex for my birfday :3

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[papercorgiworld]

A good morning

Draco, Mattheo, Enzo, Theo and Blaise

Alternatively: It’s like breakfast in bed and heaven to you. And not in the sweet way, but in the smutty way.

Based on this lovely request, I bring you pure porn, no plot. Warning: oral f!receiving, munch alarm!

Writing smut for five guys, a total of 3000+ words of pure porn, sheerly focused on eating you out, is not something I’ll be doing again anytime soon. As fun as this was to write it was seriously brain wrecking. Soo much smuttt! I really hope you enjoy this one!! Happy readings! Enjoy your boyfriends being good boys.

Read ‘Another good morning’, where you return the favour to our Slytherin boys.

Draco

Draco had been an ass to you the night before and he knew it. As soon as he woke up and saw your sleeping figure, guilt washed over him. You were too good for him and you had proven it to him yet again by being understanding and forgiving, while all he did was complain.

Merlin, why can’t I treat her right. He snuggles close to you and lets his hand wander over your body. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder and can’t keep himself from sliding his hand under your night dress. When your still half asleep figure wiggles closer to him and a content smile starts to tug on your lips, Draco feels like he's on to something. Maybe he could still treat you right.

Calm but at the same time burning with eagerness he moves the sheets and pushes your dress up. He starts kissing your thighs, just near your panties, and his hands slide to your ass. “(Y/n), sweetie, move for me.” He whispers and gently lifts your hips to fully take off the piece of lingerie. “Draco?” You murmur as you feel him undress you. He shushes you. “Let me please you.” He whispers and you feel his breath between your legs. For a moment your eyes flutter open, but as soon as you feel him pepper your pussy with kisses you close your eyes allowing yourself to fully enjoy this moment of bliss without asking questions.

He wants to be a true gentleman and doesn’t waste time teasing, but also doesn’t move too quickly. He needs you to enjoy every movement of his tongue as he fucks you with his mouth. He snakes an arm around your waist and starts to move more rapidly sending waves of pleasure through your body. You desperately breathe his name as his tongue circles your sensitive spot. When your moans turn into whimpers Draco’s hunger for you grows. “Let me taste more of you, please (y/n).” Draco was rarely this soft and needy for you and you had forgotten how weak you were for his pleading voice.

You were so close and when Draco starts pushing his face into your pussy like a madman you climax and your hand reaches for his hair. With your fingers entangled in his hair he continues to feast on you as you enjoy your high. “What was that all about?” You murmur still coming down from your orgasm as Draco lays down next to you. He cups your cheek and his thumb caresses your blushed face. “Good girlfriends deserve good mornings.” A content smirk tugs on his lips as he admires your beauty. “I could wake up next to you for the rest of my life.” He confesses with his eyes glued to yours. You smile and snuggle closer to him. “Are you going to be between my legs every morning?” You nudge your nose against his with a playful smile. He kisses you long and passionately. “If that’s what the lady wants then that’s what the lady will have.”

Mattheo

Due to his absence during class Slughorn had left Mattheo’s name off of his selected list, which meant that he had to sit out the next dinner party. Nothing Mattheo normally would care about, but he really wanted to spend some time with you. Also, you weren’t too pleased with him either, because Slughorn’s parties were much more enjoyable with Mattheo present. So, Mattheo had promised to meet you in your room after the party.

Catching Mattheo in a romantic mood was rare, but it happened. Candles, music, drinks and snacks. He had it all prepared, but it had been a long day and you stayed away a little longer. When you finally did return to your room no apologies for your delay were necessary since Mattheo had fallen asleep. Exhausted yourself you had changed and joined him in your bed. A very sleepy Mattheo welcomed you in his arms. “There’s my pumpkin.” Is all he had muttered, before drifting back to sleep.

The next morning, however, Mattheo cursed himself. He really wanted to spend time with you. You were the first person he had ever loved so intensely and you were like air, he needed you. Frustrated with himself Mattheo decides to get out of bed, but as soon as he leaves you start to move, looking for his warmth. He watches you with adoring eyes and it takes him a moment to notice the sheets have left you rather exposed.

Scanning up your thighs, he bites his lip as his eyes stick to your panties. Really, just that lacy thing between me and your wonderful pussy. Fuck, princess. Gently his fingers move over your legs as he settles between them. He places a featherlight kiss on your bellybutton and looks up to see if you’re still asleep. With his eyes locked on your blissful face his lips brush down from your navel to your panties. As his lips move down, he simultaneously lowers your panties.

You slightly stir in your sleep and your boyfriend looks up at you with a mischievous grin. “Don’t worry, love, I’m going to be good.” His husky voice soothes you, but a part of you registers his breath on your bare pussy. However, you’re too sleepy to fully process what he’s up to. Now that your panties are low enough you’re finally exposed and Mattheo places a soft kiss on his target. His grip on your thighs thightens, making you more aware of his whereabouts. “Mattheo?” You whine still half asleep, making him smirk. Slowly you’re starting to realize that Mattheo has partly undressed you and your eyes start to flutter.

He’s so horny for you, he feels himself get rock hard and doesn’t waste any more time. His tongue enters you without any teasing, just hunger, and he eagerly presses his face between your legs. Your eyes fling open and your hand instinctively reaches down, grabbing a handful of Mattheo’s hair. You gently tug his curls as your body tenses in reaction to the suddenness of his actions. However, Mattheo ignores your soft grip on his hair and even pushes his face deeper in between your legs, showing you his eagerness. With your mouth slightly agape, the first desperate sounds leave your lips. Instead of tugging on his hair you gently move your fingers over his skull, telling him how well he’s doing. When his tongue starts moving over your sensitive spot you buck your hips his way. “Please.” You manage to whine between moans.

Just hearing your needy voice and tasting you has Mattheo’s dick covered with precum. Gonna have to fucking marry this one. His hands move to your butt, squeezing it like he owns your body. “Mah-Maath.” You try to cry his name but you can’t make a proper sound as you come on his tongue. Mattheo now fully stains his pants as he feels your body tense and relax under his touch. “Was that last sound supposed to be my name?” He chuckles as he wipes his soaked mouth with the back of his hand. You sigh content, exhausted and slightly annoyed with his mockery. He crawls over you and gives you a soft kiss on your cheek. "Good morning, love.” You huff. “Don’t ever do that again.” You breath out, he had you feeling too many emotions at once and you felt like you would never recover. Mattheo looks at you confused, you no doubt enjoyed what he had done, but before he can say anything you wrap your arms around him and pull him close. He answers your non-verbal request for a snuggle and hides his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you.

“I love you.” You say and you feel your boyfriend’s smile on your skin. He pushes himself up to look at you, before kissing tenderly. With his lips still lingering on you, he whispers. “I love you more.”

Lorenzo

You had told him he was in for a big surprise. You had repeated it just this morning, but his mind hadn’t registered it since it was match day. Now you entered his room and he was vast asleep. So much for waiting up for me. Fine. Your loss Berkshire. You didn’t put in any effort to wake him up, knowing that he would regret falling asleep in the morning when he would notice how little you were wearing.

The next morning a still sleepy Enzo snuggled up to you, his hands roaming around your figure. Suddenly his eyes go wide, pupils dilating. He noticed you were still sleeping, so he carefully moved the sheets to reveal you were only wearing a lace top that left nothing to the imagination and didn’t cover your lower half at all.

Enzo pushes himself up to take in the full view. How did I miss out on this. Lorenzo feels himself get unwell as he forgets to breathe. She’s going to be mad and I’m probably not getting any of this for two weeks. His hand softly traces over your hips and naked ass. His eyes fall from your peaceful sleeping face to your beautiful pussy and his sneaky Slytherin side kicks in. Maybe if I just quickly dig in, like a last meal, she can’t take away that which I’ve already had.

Slightly worried he might get himself in more trouble he chews his lips, but his body is already moving to quietly take position between your legs. Very careful not to wake you he moves under the sheets, not really caring about air, all he needed at the moment was you. Getting more and more eager his hands move over your legs spreading them wider, slightly waking you up. “Enzo?” You whisper as you blink a few times, but before you can fully figure out Enzo’s plan you feel his mouth on your folds. His wet and eager tongue slides over and through your folds, sending shivers down your spine. “Wha-ah are you-?” You whine softly as pleasure washes over you.

“I thought that was obvious.” His teasing words vibrate on your saliva covered pussy and your hands grip tight on the sheets, as your boyfriend immediately continues to work miracles with his mouth. “Oh Merlin.” You say before feeling your body fill with ecstasy. “Come on, baby, move for me.” Enzo demands with a surprising neediness in his voice and you happily oblige softly rocking your hips. His tongue starts working on your clit and he sucks your juices like a starved man. While one hand firmly digs into the flesh of your thigh, he can’t help but snake one hand in his pants. Enzo catches himself quietly moaning against your soaking cunt. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He says like you’re the one that’s to blame for the situation you're both in. You arch your back and your fingers grip tighter on the sheets, he really had no right to complain. You were barely awake and you could already feel your orgasm building up.

“Enzo, I’m so-close.” You moan and you feel Enzo’s grip on you tighten. “Me too.” He breathes and returns to play with your sensitive clit. It’s then that you realise that not only is he fucking you with his tongue he’s also working his hard cock. Your mouth falls open and your moaning gets louder as your thoughts wander to his hard member. You throw your head back and cry out his name loud enough to wake up his friends in the next room. Enzo moves the sheets so he can watch you orgasm as he jerks himself. Aside from your own soaking mess you quickly feel Enzo spilling himself on you. He’s making such a mess of things. But the view of your pretty boyfriend enjoying his own high makes up for a lot.

After a moment he comes down, hovering over you and resting on his elbows. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for falling asleep last night.” He gives you a soft peck on the lips and watches you with a guilty smile. “Also, this is what happens if you don’t wear panties.” You chuckle. “Good morning to you too.”

Theodore

Your relationship with Theo was still young and even though you immediately felt like you had been together since forever, there were still a few things you weren’t used to, like his appetite for you. He was all about sex, but aside from the main dish he liked to snack as well. At midnight at a party he would drag you to the bathroom and fall on his knees to get under your dress. Or pull you into a broom closet in between classes to get under your skirt. And now as he woke up it was the first thing that came to his mind as well.

Time to get the smartest girl to repeat my name like it’s the only word she knows. “Good morning, gorgeous.” His husky voice whispers in your ear, but it sounds distant since you're still vast asleep. He chuckles when he only gets a soft murmur from you in return. He places a kiss on your shoulder, before moving down and pulling up your shirt to kiss your belly. “Why are you wearing clothes? You know I don’t like that.” You’re slowly waking up, but still manage to mutter something that sounds like his name. “Let's get rid of some.” He announces and quickly works down your shorts and panties.

As soon as your cunt is exposed to him he’s on it. Roughly crashing his lips on your pussy, gripping your thighs. Surprised you jerk away, but immediately feel your hips be pulled back. “I’m busy here.” Theo’s raspy voice warns, before kissing your pussy and sliding his tongue through your folds. “Theodore?” You’re baffled at your boyfriend’s new morning greeting. Had you been dating the wrong guys before or was Theo just one of a kind. He eagerly starts eating you out, pulling your hips into his face. What the fuck. You mouth to the ceiling as your eyes roll back. You can barely wrap your head around what you’re feeling, and this early in the morning.

By now you had figured out what Theo loved so much. It wasn’t just the taste of you, it was you whining his name like a needy girl. So you purposely keep quiet as long as possible. This was clearly starting to frustrate the slytherin as he became rougher. Rocking your hips hard and sucking and licking at your cunt like it was his birthright. Your breaths get unstable and you can no longer keep quiet. You try to tell yourself that no other woman would’ve been able to stay silent as long as you did and give in to the pleasure, moaning. Now Theo has all he wanted, except that you aren’t singing his name yet. He moves your legs wider, making you arch your back and grip your pillow tight. As he starts sucking your clit you get squirmy and he expects his name to roll over your lips any moment now, but you do more than just that. “I love you. Theo, I love you.” You pant and he slows down a little to watch you intensely.

His heart squeezes for a moment at your love confession. His arms sneak up to hold your figure and he moves away from your throbbing and soaked cunt to place a sweet kiss just above your navel. “I love you too.” He admits just above a whisper with his eyes on yours. You bite your lip at the wonderful sight. “Now, be good for me and cum.” His tongue mercilessly works on your sensitive nub and you softly cry his name as your eyes get watery due to all the sensations building up. Your body jerks at your release and you reach for his hand, entangling your fingers with his. You continue to whine his name, enjoying your high, while Theo overstimulates your poor pussy. Only when he decides you’ve both had enough he detaches his mouth and lays down next to you with a blissful smile. “I thought you weren’t a morning person?” You question and roll on your side to watch him, your mind still hazy from your orgasm. He chuckles and his eyes roll to you. “Never had a breakfast like this before.” You hide your smile and snuggle against him.

Blaise

Blaise wasn’t the jealous type, but apparently his friends had been teasing him about how ridiculously beautiful you were and you complimenting Theodore’s flying skills after the game had flipped a switch in him. He ignored you for an hour and then he took you to his room to prove to you that no other man could please you like he could. Having you cry his name would remind everyone you were his and several orgasms would surely make you forget about Theo’s flying skill. The next morning Blaise wraps his arms around your sleeping figure. “Good morning, love of my life.” You hear him whisper and you smile, but are still too sleepy to respond.

Not satisfied with the lack of response Blaise licks his lips and scans your body. The sheets were barely covering you and the only garment you were wearing was one of his shirts. Truly a sight. I’m so lucky to have her. Blaise bites his lip and slowly hoovers over you. Have to make sure she’ll never think about leaving. He kisses your cheek and his hand pushes up the shirt you’re wearing. “You’re my pretty girl, you know that right?” He whispers and you make a soft sleepy sound, making him chuckle. “Okay, sleepyhead.” His hand gently strokes over your thigh and his eyes sink to your pussy. His thumb softly moves over your folds and you murmur something inaudible. “I love you, princess.” You hear him whisper as you feel his lips brush over your hips and thighs, leaving sloppy kisses near your entrance. Your eyes open and roll to your boyfriend in between your legs. The next moment he looks up to you, you lock eyes with him while his mouth is just an inch removed from your entrance.

“May I?” He asks innocently and your eyes roll back. “Please.” You whine already feeling yourself get wetter at the idea, but still in a sleepy state. Teasingly slow his open mouth brushes over your pussy, earning a whimper from you while part of your brain still isn’t fully awake. This man, what had gotten into him? He had some serious explaining to do. His hand presses on your tummy to keep you from squirming as his tongue makes his way to your sensitive spot rushing a jolt of pleasure through your body. You feel yourself get needy for more of him and softly buck your his, making him smile against your wetness. “So pretty.” His mouth doesn’t leave your folds and he starts moving his face into you with hunger, soaking his mouth and chin with your juices. You softly bite your finger to keep yourself from screaming as you feel yourself closing in on your orgasm. “I’m-“ Your words turn into incoherent moans and your hand grips his hand keeping you in place, making him look up to you as he eats your pussy with shiny eyes. He admires your beauty as you moans fall quiet when you cum for him.

Panting, you come down from your high and watch Blaise crawl over you through hooded eyelids. “What did I do to wake up like this?” You ask through unsteady breaths, making him smirk and kiss you. “Just being my girl.” He pulls you into a hug, letting you enjoy the aftermath of your morning orgasm on his chest.

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Nap - College era!Lip Gallagher x reader

my first story be nice idk if there’s still a shameless fandom on this app

mdni 18+!!

Word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, cursing, somnophilia sorta?

You’d spent a couple hours wandering around the Gallagher household socializing and searching the cabinets, but you settled on laying in Lip's bed waiting for him to get home. College hadn’t been great for him so far, and you wanted to make sure to be around to make him feel better however you could. 

After scrolling on your phone for a while, you start to doze off. his bed was too comfortable and smelled too much like him to not fall asleep. After next to no shut-eye, you’re woken up as you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. 

Rolling over to face the door, Lip walks in looking more tired than usual. As he saw you laying in his bed, rubbing your eyes and giving him a welcoming smile, he couldn't help but give a grin in return. 

“God it's good to see you.” he sighs while kicking off his boots and shutting the door behind him. He quickly gets into bed next to you after sliding his pants off, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling into the crook of your neck. 

You both remain in comfortable silence until Lip falls asleep on your chest. Petting his hair you just look down and admire his face, feeling him breathing against your chest. 

You start to doze off yourself before you feel his breath hitch as he wiggles a little in his sleep. Mumbling under his breath, you felt something shift on your thigh. You blushed, realizing what was going through your boyfriend's head. 

His mumbling increases, mixed in with quiet whimpers. He gets more aggressive, subconsciously grinding his hard on into the side of your leg. You couldn’t help but wonder what he’s thinking about…

“Mm… please… y/n” 

Oh. 

Not only was he having a wet dream, that dream was about you. It’s not surprising, not like he didn’t have memories to go off of, but flattering nonetheless. 

His grinding continues, his hand unconsciously sliding under your loose shirt. As he makes his way up to your chest, you feel your pussy clench. 

You wonder what his dream entailed. Your lips over the head of his cock? Watching your ass clap as he fucks you from behind? Maybe just eating you out? Whether or not your theories were true, they only made you more excited. 

Returning to the moment, you decide to take action, reaching down to his now leaking member you begin to palm him through his boxers. The new contact made him stir, slowly batting his eyes open.

He first realizes his hand is on your tit, nipple already hardened by his unconscious massaging. Next, he sees your face, eyes closed as you bite your lip and gently stroke him, replacing the friction from your thigh. 

Biting his lip, he gives your nipple a quick squeeze in an attempt to get your attention. He succeeds and you open your eyes to look at the grinning man beside you. Using his unoccupied hand, he cups your face and softly kisses you. As he does so he rolls on top of you, grinding into your cunt, with only your thin panties and his boxers between you two. 

One hand returning to your tit and the other having snaked its way under your back, the kiss deepens. Your arms lazily drape around his neck while you moan into the kiss, savoring the friction his grinding provided. 

Your whimpering was what he needed in order to make his way down south, replacing his fingers with his mouth as he latches onto your tit. That hand reaches your still clothed pussy and Lip begins rubbing circles on your already excited clit. 

The new contact makes a more intense moan leave your mouth, encouraging lip further. 

“You like that, pretty girl?” he says, his hot breath hitting your chest. You nod and push your hips up towards his hand. 

Your desperation leads him to push down your panties, giving himself access to your heat. He slips his middle finger inside you, looking in your eyes as he continues nipping at your tit. The image alongside the sensation makes you clench on his finger as he begins sliding in and out.

It doesn’t take long for you to release, soaking his already wet finger. as you do, the Gallagher talks you through your orgasm. 

“God you’re so much better than a fucking wet dream” 

You grab his face and bring him into a kiss as he slips his finger out. He breaks away after a second to say 

“I think it's your turn to help me out a little, hun”, popping his finger into his mouth and sucking off the excess. The sight alone gets you going again.  

“I guess it is”

He grins and rolls onto his back, beckoning you with two fingers to climb on top. You obey, right after sliding his boxers down his legs. His cock springs out from its confines, hitting his stomach. mounting him and taking his cock in your hand you run the tip through your slit. 

“Don’t fuckin tease me, baby. I've waited long enough.”

Obliging, you sink down onto his borderline rock solid dick, feeling the slight stretch you’re used to with him. He thrusts into you to close the gap between your pussy and the base of his cock. He groans when you start bouncing up and down slightly 

His hands find your hips and grip them to give himself more control over your movements. 

“Cmon hun.. if you’re gonna look like such a pretty slut on top of me act like it. Ride me like you mean it.” he says, reaching up and grazing your jaw with his thumb. The way he looks at you through his long eyelashes assures you’re gonna do what he says. 

You start moving your hips in circles, until his tip hits the perfect spot making you moan. Staying at the angle you bounce up and down as Lip grunts underneath you. 

“That's right, taking it so well… I fuckin love watching my cock push into you.”

You can hear how wet you are, the huge mess you’re making on him. He takes his hand from your hip to rub your clit with his knuckle. The new contact pushing you over the edge as you clench around him. 

“Fuck please I’m gonna cum” you whimper as you grip his chest and grind down onto him. 

“That’s it, cum for me baby you’ve earned it.” you ride out the long high and collapse onto his heaving chest, taking yourself off his cock.

After a moment you realize he’s still firm, you had been too distracted by your own orgasm to notice he hadn’t finished himself. 

Legs still shaking slightly you scoot down to the edge of the bed and place your mouth on his length, already sufficiently lubed. 

“Y’know I was hoping you’d notice I’m still hard. Didn’t wanna have to finish myself off in the bathroom.” he chuckles, making you grin around his tip. You bob up and down using all the tricks you know he loves. 

Before long his moans get breathier and more consistent, and you know he’s close. Taking your mouth off and using your hand, you jerk him to completion. Letting out one final groan as he shoots upwards, hitting your face. 

You boyfriend looks down at you and grins, 

“You got a lil somethin’… there” he says, using his pointer finger to make an imaginary circle around your face. 

“If you’re gonna be a smartass next time I'll just have you hump my leg, Gallagher.”

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Ignore Me

Marc Spector x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Marc wants you to ignore him.

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A/N: Let's file this under, we don't have time to unpack that.

Warnings: reader has tattoos, swearing, p in v sex, cream pie, vaginal fingering, Marc wanting to be ignored during sex as a kink, Marc saying some self-deprecating things about himself as a kink, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2130

“What’s this one for?” Marc lightly tapped the tattoo on your bicep with the tip of his nose and snuggled a little closer to you in bed, his chest against your back. 

“Oh, that one?” 

“Hmm.” He pressed his lips to the spot before he rubbed his cheek against you. 

“That one gives me the ability to tell the future.” You say playfully. 

Marc snorts, “oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You nod. 

“Steven says that’s bullshit.” 

You turn to look him in the face over your shoulder. “No way Steven would say that.”

“What? He swears all the time?” Marc grins. 

“Yeah,” you can’t help but smile back, breaking your pretend outrage, “that’s true, but he’d say ‘that’s shit’, bullshit is too American.” 

Marc chuckles and snakes his hand down to pinch your side a little, just enough to make you laugh and squirm. His other arm holds you tight against his body. “How would you like some American in you?” 

You laugh harder. “Marc, that’s terrible.” 

“You love it.” He kisses the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and purposefully bites down gently. Hard enough to make you squirm again and push back against his hardening cock. 

“So,” he mumbles in your ear, “you gonna tell me the meaning behind this one or…?”

“Is that a threat Spectre?”

He grins again against your shoulder. 

“I think you’re not actually interested in what it means.” You tease, purposefully scooting forward a little when he tries to grind against your backside. 

Marc’s fingers twitch around you, his left hand going to your hip to hold you still, but you wiggle away from him. 

“I think you’re preoccupied with something else.” 

“What?” He tries his best to keep the amusement out of his voice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shifts closer to you again and you bend back, bowing outward so that he still can’t rut against you. 

“Oh really?” You tease. 

He growls playfully at you, pulling you back towards him with a gentle, but firm strength, until you are flush against his chest. 

He silences your next teasing retort by swiftly sneaking his hand down the front of your pyjamas.

“Marc,” you moan, your voice hitching up at the end as he lightly pinches your clit. You press back against him, your legs instinctively inching wider. 

“Oh, so now you wanna be close, huh?” 

You give him a look over your shoulder accompanied by a frustrated grunt that earns you a chuckle and a kiss on the nape of your neck. 

He rolls your clit slowly between his thumb and forefinger, adding just the right amount of pressure to have you keening and rocking back against his aching cock. 

Marc gasps, letting out a low grumbily moan as you press against his sensitive tip. Precum is smearing against his stomach and soaking a wet patch into his boxers. 

Despite how you push back against him, your movements starting to border on frantic as heat begins to build and build in your stomach, he keeps up his languid, tortuous pace. Often, he likes it best like this. Slow and drawn out to almost the point of pain until the dam breaks. Makes it feel like he’s useful, like he’s doing a good job. Frantically trying to hold himself together, gripping onto the last pieces of his self-control until pleasure pulls him down into blissful mindlessness. 

He dips the tip of his forefinger lower, just teasing at your entrance before sliding back up as he muffles his moans at your wetness into your bare shoulder. 

But it seems you have other ideas. 

You turn your head, just enough to give him a messy kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, the glide of your lips on his own quickly pulls a desperate moan from his chest. You hook your fingers into your waistband and pull your pyjamas down, kicking them off the last bit of the way. 

He growls as you press back against him and sneak your hand back to stroke him twice over his boxers, revelling in his little whimpered shiver, before you slide under the material and eagerly run your fingers over his hard, velvet length. 

His grip tightens on your waist for a moment before he moves closer, plunging two fingers inside of you in one quick motion. 

You gasp in surprise as he strokes your walls, pleasure blossoming along your spine. 

Marc moans against your shoulder, nipping and biting softly at your skin as he muffles himself. “So wet… fuck…” He bucks mindlessly against you for a second, focusing completely on the feel of you squeezing around his thick fingers and your little whimpered groans as you press your face into the pillow. 

His caress is dizzying, maddening as he purposefully goes the smallest fraction slower than what you want, what you need. Obsessed with seeing you writhe and beg for him. 

“Marc, please,” You buck up against him, grabbing hold of his arm to try to keep him at the angle that makes you see stars. 

He groans low, lightheadedness washing over him as you beg and his dick twitches. “Baby, please can we…” He bites his lip, screwing his eyes closed and he swallows down what he wants to say, hoping you were too caught up in your own pleasure to have heard him. 

But even as your hips move and breathing hitches you turn to look at him over your shoulder. “What do you need?” 

He sinks his teeth into his lip harder and shakes his head ever so slightly. 

“Marc,” the low, desperate edge to your voice makes him whine. 

“Can you ignore me?” He blurts out, heat rising to his cheeks and blistering his skin. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

You slow your hips, halting his hand's movements and Marc wants to go find a ditch to bury himself in, but your sweet voice makes him open his eyes. 

“Ignore you?” There’s no judgement, but he still hides his face and presses his forehead against your back. 

“Hmmm.” 

“Sweetheart,” you stroke his hair. “Tell me please.” 

He breathes a heavy sigh against your skin before blurting out. “Can you ignore me while I fuck you for as long as you can?” 

You smile, “you’d like that?” 

There’s a little spark of hope in his chest that makes his dick throb. “Yes.” He whispers. 

“Okay. How do you want me?” 

Marc moves quicker than you thought possible and you almost laugh at his eagerness, but stop yourself from fear that he would take it the wrong way. 

He carefully positions you on the bed, on your stomach with a pillow under your hips to prop them up slightly. He leans over you for a second, softly placing his hands on your thighs and spreading them slightly. A shiver of anticipation runs up your spine. 

But he quickly stops, leaning to the side and taking your book off the bedside table. “Could you, erm, read this? Or pretend to read it?” 

The uncertainty in his voice is so sweet, gentle, like a fine dusting of snow. You nod as you take the book out of his hands and turn to a random, previously read, page. 

“Thank you,” he mutters and kisses your shoulder blade before trailing down your back and pressing his lips against every tattoo he can reach. 

Marc waits for a moment apprehensively, just watching you read, taking in the way you have propped yourself up a little so that you can easily hold the book, before he pulls off his boxers and takes himself in hand. 

He tries to be as quiet as moves between your legs, spreading them over so slightly wider as he slowly runs his hand along his dick and just teases at his slit with the tip of his thumb. But he can’t stop his breath from hitching as he sees your arousal shining in the weak light. 

He swallows and inches forward on his knees, gradually leaning down to run the head of his cock through your soaking folds. 

He feels your shiver, the way your muscles instinctively clench around him, but you stay silent, your eyes glued to the words on the page even though for the life of you, you can’t focus on what you are seeing.

Carefully Marc notches his fat tip at your entrance, breathing through his nose as he painstakingly slowly pushes inside. 

Your walls squeeze around him, pulling him further in and welcoming him home. And he can’t stop the gasp of pleasure that tumbles out of his lips. He grabs your hip, just to steady himself, just to focus as the pleasure twists so tightly in his stomach. 

He glances at the back of your head for a second, biting down hard on his bottom lip to control himself as he bottoms out. 

You turn the page and carry on pretending to read. 

Marc whines, his arousal making him lightheaded and can’t resist any longer. He slowly pulls out before pushing himself back in, leaning down so that his right hand rests on the mattress while his left still holds your hip. 

The pace is moderate, at first. The only sounds are the slick wetness as he steadily fucks you, punctuated by his little gasps and moans that he tries so hard to swallow down. 

He changes the angle on each trust, trying to find the perfect spot. 

Your grip tightens on the book as he hits it, your thighs clenching, back arching ever so slightly. But you bite your teeth together and manage somehow to stop your cry of pleasure. 

Marc shivers as your body reacts but you don’t, a low and pathetic whine grumbling out from his throat as he increases his thrusts and focuses on that spot. On hitting it perfectly every time. He can feel you shake, the smallest shift as you push back against him ever so slightly, trying to stop yourself from going too far. All to indulge him. And his resolve snaps. 

He moans loudly, thrusting up into you hard and moving your thighs further apart so he can watch himself disappearing into your tight, wet heat. 

“Oh fuck, fuck,” he can’t stop himself now, can’t help the words from spilling out. “Fuck, you don’t even know I’m here, do you? Don’t even care that I’m fucking you, because,” he gasps as you clench around him, “because I’m so small you can’t even tell,” he starts thrusting rapidly, pounding into you and you see stars, “can’t even,” he moans loudly, his voice dissolving into a whiney needy breathy mess, and for some reason a sharp spark of arousal slides along your skin. “I can’t even make you cum, I can’t-”

You moan loudly, your pretence of reading the book abandoned as you can’t hold back any longer as he continuously hits so perfectly deep. The force of his thrusts rock you against the pillow under your hips, dragging your clit across the cotton and making you scream. 

“Oh shit!” Marc’s grip on you tightens, his eyes rolling back in his head as you clench and gush around him, your orgasm being ripped ruthlessly from your bones as he fucks you perfectly. 

“Baby, fuck,” he cums inside, filling you up to the brim. His hips keep moving, fucking you through your orgasm even as overstimulation prickles along his skin and makes him whine. 

It’s only when you reach back and grab his hand, pulling him towards you that he finally stops and collapses on top of you. 

He quickly goes to move to the side, but you squeeze his hand. “Stay here.” 

“I’m not squashing you am I?” 

You shake your head. “Feels comfy.” 

He chuckles and kisses your cheek. You can still tell he’s leaning slightly on his left arm and leg, not wanting to put his whole weight on you. 

A little awkwardly you manage to coax him into relaxing on top of you. 

“Was that…” he swallows nervously as he traces the tattoo on your ribs. “I hope that was okay for you…”

You smile. “I didn’t know your dick was so small I couldn’t even feel you.”

He groans a little and buries his head into your neck, but he’s chuckling.

You pause for only a second before you continue. “I liked it.” 

“You did?” 

“Yeah, I liked that you were all whiney.” 

He snorts. 

“I didn’t know you liked that.”

“Liked what?” He asks.

“Being ignored.” 

“Oh… I don’t know.” He pauses. “It’s just… it’s like I can’t control anything, that what I do doesn’t matter so I just have to let go?” 

You nod and squeeze his hand. 

“Would you… be up for doing it again maybe?” 

You turn just enough so that you can kiss his face. “Of course.” 

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[undercoverpena]

viii. tomorrow I'll be gone, save tonight

javier peña x f!reader | chapter eight of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. fluff. falling in love. idiots in love. we're approaching the sadness ✨ wordcount: 3.4k.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

It takes longer to get going the next day—mainly due to the number of times one of you begins pulling the other close.

A simple kiss here, a nuzzle there.

The morning ticking away as the two of you remain blissfully happy under hotel sheets. All undressed, sated and smiling.

Now, he’s basking in your laugh.

Laughing at him as he tries (poorly) to explain and rationalise his low score on Snakes. The game you had told him about to begin with.

Tears falling from the edges of your eyes as he tries to argue his case repeatedly. Your little wheeze making his heart clench with joy—your head shaking, hand cupping your mouth as each noise slips out.

“You’re clearly just not good with your fingers.”

He pinches you teasingly. “You know that’s not true.”

You're still smiling, your laugh fading as shyness begins to fall over your features. It starts with your eyes dropping to the bedsheets hiding both of your bare skin, and he waits for the feeble ‘stop’ that’s usually accompanied by a swat.

It never comes.

You lift your gaze back up instead, something twinkling, sparkling in your eyes. “Give it to me.”

“What?” 

Gesturing for his phone, you take it, all devious smirk with a wiggle of your shoulders. Throwing his arm behind his head, sighing—all blissful and content—as he leans against the headboard before you begin shifting in the sheets. Watching as you begin moving so your bare skin is on show as you do so. Slowly, and teasingly, you begin positioning yourself between his legs, as he sits up so your back connects with his chest. 

“Watch the master, okay?” 

He smirks, snorting. But he still slides his hands around your waist, feeling you twitch from the first feel of it before you relax. 

“So what’s the—“

“Shh,” you say, his lips sliding to your cheek, smelling the lingering scent of your perfume from dinner last night—and the two of you. 

His eyes fix on the screen. Watching the digital serpent slide around the screen to the sound of your key clicks—each pixel-bit collected as the tail grows longer. Your movements are quick—far quicker than he can text, never mind play this—

“Wait, you can go through walls?” 

“This one… this one you can,” you reply, words dropping off, concentration hanging on each syllable. 

It’s odd to be in awe of someone in how they control a snake across a screen. But he is. The score racked up, far surpassing the one that took him an embarrassing amount of time. 

Then, the screen flashes, your groan so cute—grunting out of you as you shake your head in annoyance. 

“You should take this off me.” 

“Competitive, are we?” 

Smirking, you hand him the phone as he casts it to the side with relative ease. More focused on keeping you here, close, skin to skin. 

“How am I even meant to beat that score, querida?” His lips find the skin behind your ear.  

“You’ll have to try real hard.” 

“You’re devious.”

“I prefer menace.” 

He’s about to agree, your mouth connecting with his—stealing them. Feeling the way you’re trying to punctuate something to him with your lips. Fingers brushing over his cheek, over the edge of the hair above his lip, before you slowly stop, lashes lifting to shower him in something which both shatters him and heals him all at once. 

“I should shower. Alone.” 

His mouth twists as he fights a smirk, all reluctant to let you leave this time. Like he had been the last time, his fingers softly holding your wrist, as you mumble about being quick, that if he was taking you out for the day, you wanted to not stink of sex. 

Something he wouldn’t have complained about, personally. Until he remembers the scent of your body wash. The one which has been burying itself inside of him, a flurry of softness and sweetness that if he ever smells a single ingredient of it, he’ll think of you. 

“I do wanna take you on all the dates, baby. So, go. Shower. Otherwise, I’ll never get the chance.”

You look over your shoulder, bent over your case. “All of them?” 

“Need to cram in all I can until…”

His words fade as he feels himself lurch. The noticeable hole in his chest began to widen—the one first appearing when you fell asleep in his arms last night.

Now, though, he gets to watch your reaction too. A front-row seat to your bottom lip wobbling, eyes averting him—as though you’re splitting apart two.

He doesn’t think. He just moves. Javi's feet kick the sheets free as he walks over to you. “Yeah, let’s… let’s not talk about that.” 

Burying his lips against yours to rid you of any remainders of it, as he positions your body back against him where he can. The wall greeting your back, his palm boxing you in until the two of you forget all about the impending deadline—and only about the now. 

“Javi…”

He groans, pressing his forehead to yours. “I know. You want a shower.”

Your fingers tap his chest lightly, forcing his head to lift, lips pressing a kiss to your hairline before turning. 

Sighing, he runs his hand over his face—hearing the bathroom door close—as the sheets crinkle back beneath him, blending with the falling water coming from the room next to him. 

He was happy. 

Ridiculously so. It runs through him together with looser muscles and more relaxed nerves. It swims inside his chest and balloons his heart. Mainly, it sits in his cheeks—the ones slowly beginning to ache from how often he’s been sporting that grin only you can pull from him. 

should I be worried about how long youre in the store for 

The woman in front of me is returning her entire life and then using coupons to buy a new life. Kill me.

cant. unfortunately I would miss you 

You’d replace with me ease. Have you seen your face?

can’t replace you hermosa but hurry up before I begin taking a bite out of each of the donuts 

You wouldn’t dare.

Id dare because the glazed one looks good 

“We could do nothing.”

It’s not that he hadn’t thought of (or planned) what the two of you could do together, he just hadn’t expected to burn through them all so quickly.

It didn’t help that it had been a while—too long—since he’d dated a person. Rarely ever making it past the first date. Most of them being dinner or coffee, or not even making it to either and finding himself getting what he needed without learning their surname.

Smirking, he runs his tongue across his teeth. “Nothing isn’t a date.”

“Not that way, we do nothing,” you retort, and he shakes his head as he grins. “We’ve done a restaurant, a museum, a picnic. We’ve done a lot.”

“We could go to the cinema?”

“But that means I can’t talk to you for over an hour.”

Javi smiles, hand running across his jaw. “Could make out at the back, though?”

Pulling a face, you sigh. “You drive a hard bargain, you do. But—”

“Fine, no movies. Another time?”

Grinning, you lean back in the booth of the diner, the one you’d requested—determined to make your way through the menu before you left.

Smiling, you sigh contently. “One day, we won’t even need to question it. It’ll be like a weekday date thing we do—once a month, on a Wednesday.”

“You thought about it?”

You hum, glancing back over the menu—brows knitting as you attempt to choose. “What?”

“Us. Dating.”

Your eyes flash up, all wide, full of panic. “Is that… I guess—I mean, like I know this isn’t conventional in the slightest and—and we haven’t, like, talked about it. I… I’m fucking up, aren’t I? Shit—“

“Fuck, hermosa. No. I mean… us going on dates, together. After this week—in one location, a setting a plan.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Swallowing, you shift in your spot. “Um. Yeah, I have. The location is foggy, naturally.”

“Naturally.”

Your eyes fall to the table, fingers tapping along the plastic as you do. “I—I know… well, because I know you have the ranch and your pop, Javi.”

He swallows, rolling his lips as you try to fake a smile. 

“So, I know what that means. As I’m sure, you do.” 

He doesn’t, not a single clue. His brain racks to find it—what it is that you mean—but you clear your throat, eviscerating any further attempt at a push for that information as you smile, significant—all beautiful and charming. 

“What about bowling?” 

“You’re a cheat.” 

Coming up behind you, he spins you on the spot. Welcomed immediately by your grin, the one he’s been able to admire on your face for the last hour.

“Don’t be like that, Spare. You did well. Only 28 points behind.”

Shoving a finger at his chest, shaking your head, “You blindfolded me for one.”

“So, I could kiss you.” 

Smirking, you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, his arms finding their place on your hips. A place they’ve come to know as home. “You were worried about me winning, weren’t you?” 

“You were showing me up.”

“Bet if we went shooting, you’d beat me—Mr DEA,” you say, the latter all a whisper. 

“You’d go shooting?”

“Oh, fuck no. I can barely be trusted at the fair to shoot those little tin cans off the stand—you should not, I repeat not, put a gun in my hand.”

Beaming, he draws shapes with his thumbs. “Alright, noted.” 

Watching you from the corner of his eye as you grin, fidgeting with your jacket before you look up, and come to a stop. Something flashes across your face, glee—excitement—your head twisting to meet him. 

Then your hand slides inside his, the other hand wrapping around his wrist. He doesn’t fight the way you pull him towards it. The little photobooth you’d eyed up in the bowling alley. 

“Please?”

As if he could ever say no. 

Your legs over his, bodies crammed in the small space as he slides the dollar in. Your face is full of glee, your body bursting with excitement. 

I’ve always wanted to do one of these. 

There’s no decision on poses, you pressing your cheek to his as you slap the button, and the two of you grin on command. FLASH. Then after, it’s a quick reposition of movements that the two of you both seem to understand as you both pull a silly face. FLASH.

The next, he’s sure time slows for. Javi’s head turning, eyes lingering on you as your laugh blossoms across your features. His heart thundering in his chest, hammering so loud and heavy as that familiar, wanted, feeling flares up inside of him.

It isn’t until the next flash does he realise how wide he’s smiling. Feels it in his cheeks, as the light illuminates the flecks in your eyes—the ones he wants to fall into and never leave.

Then, time resumes, you leaning in—hand on his cheek, nose tip to his: the almost kiss.

FLASH.

Neither of you move. The two of you hovering as the photos finishes, the machine whirring—

“Kiss me,” you whisper, lips ghosting over his.

And who is he to deny you? Javi would kiss you forever if he could, so he slants his mouth over yours, feeling that rush of warmth in his chest that he gets when he kisses you. When he gets to, your smile presses against him, his fingers sliding up your neck. 

“You’re so handsome, Javi.” 

He smiles, thumb brushing your cheek as the machine spits out the two copies. Your arm diving, body twisting from him as you do—taking them, handing him one. 

But he doesn’t even stare down at his own copy. Javi just watches as you take in yours. How your eyes flick down each one, alternating smiles as you take them all in—lingering back up to the third. 

Just like he is. 

“We look good.”  

You grin, swallowing. “We do.”

You married yet?

shut up murphy 

Tell her I said hi. 

Javier Peña had wished for a lot of things when he was in Colombia.

A lead. A break. To catch Escobar. To take down the cartel. To keep himself intact—to leave with his head held high.

Then he wished for nothing. No reason to, no hope or want that even allowed the thought of one to appear, never mind to request it.

Now all he was doing was wishing.

As each hour of your last day together ticks on, he longs for more. Prays for a phone call that tells you that you can stay—craves a justifiable reason to throw you in his truck and take you back with him.

There isn’t one.

Just a looming goodbye and a prickling pain that’s biting at the edges of happiness and adoration.

He’d wanted to take you for food, but you’d insisted on drinks. Finding your leg between his as you tell him about your friend moving for her new job, about your childhood and how you had a goldfish once.

In the last few days, the two of you had shared so much, that the missing pieces of who the other is began to fill. He’d told you bits about Colombia, his Mom, Laredo.

You’d told him about work, about the people you meet—the issues you have to sort. The things in your apartment, the things you do with Aish and the life you live.

But, the confession that gets to him, is spoken softer, dropped into conversation nervously—as though you’ve been worrying about speaking it:

I like all the things we’ve been doing, but I have missed doing the crossword with you.

It’s that declaration that makes him talk about why. Allows him share that he likes doing them with you too, having done them for something to do—no pressure after Colombia, just a puzzle that needed solving.

Javi isn’t stupid, he knows there’s a bigger reason as to why he likes doing them, and with you. Why they have fallen to the wayside as soon as he had you in his arms. It pulses in his chest and drums along his bones.

And then you take his hand, as though knowing it too. Clutching it tight, a thousand questions bubbling about Colombia, but are never spoken. Because you don’t ask, don’t push.

I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready.

Your words make his heart soar. Make the beer on the table fall over as he leans across to kiss you, to cup your cheeks and thank you with his tongue behind your teeth.

Now, he’s glancing over at you—watching you with your legs crossed, eyes shimmering from alcohol. You wrap cheese around your finger, licking it from your skin before taking a large bite. 

“This pizza may be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

His mouth slides into a smirk, all about to make a comment when your eyes land on him. 

“Second to you, of course.”

“You been around me a week, and look at the tongue you have on you.”

“Yeah, you’re a bad influence.”

Leaning back, he wipes his fingers on a napkin. “You mind?” 

Shifting his weight on the floor, he watches as you chew—the back of your hand covering your mouth as your eyes roll, chewing more furiously. He shifts again, feeling something digging in, moving his hand to his back pocket of jeans, only to pull out a strip of photos.

The ones taken a day ago. 

His fingers unfold them as he hears you clear your throat, reaching for your red cup filled with wine as his eyes land on the third one down. The one where you’re laughing, spotting how he’s looking at you—not sure if he ever remembers seeing that look on his face in any other photo or in the mirror. 

“No, I—”

“Baby.”

He doesn’t mean to interrupt, but it's sitting on his chest again. Rising and falling like waves, and he’s tired of waiting for the storm to pass. Especially when he doesn’t want it to.

Javi wants it. You. Him. So much so, it’s close to erupting from him. The confession which has been sitting there, growing with each minute he spends with you until it thumps independently to his heart and feelings. A thing which has grown, expanded until it's now filling the space in him that he always imagined would be vast and empty. 

“Javi…”

“I want those dates with you. Cinema ones, once a month.”

Watching as your mouth falls open, hand furiously wipes the pizza dust from your fingers onto a napkin as you turn on your hip to face him. 

Clearing your throat, you sigh. “Me too. But, I know you have feelings on long distance, but—“

“Wait. What? What makes you say that?” 

Shrugging, you avert your eyes, lips rolling together nervously. “You said the other day, about how you almost got married. Before the DEA. That you were glad. That the distance wouldn’t have worked, and it meant you could focus.” 

His brow raises, waiting, wondering. 

Thinking there’s more—there has to be. The pieces not fitting, until they slowly slide into view. Your words in the diner, I know what that means. As I’m sure you do.

“Querida, no—”

“Did I… Did I put two and two together?” 

Taking your hand, pizza dust be damned, he sighs. “I… it was complicated. I just… I didn’t wanna marry her, but I didn’t want you to think I was an asshole for that. For leaving her, the way I did—I probably didn’t explain it well. But, it’s different with us. I want to make this work with you.”

His grip tightens on your hand, fingers lifting your chin so your eyes have nowhere else to look other than his. 

“So, we don’t see one another every week. We’ll plan it—talk like we did before, and make sure we have phone dates.” 

Nodding, he watches as your eyes fill with tears. Shimmering, making the flecks in your eyes stand out even more. 

“You don’t think I’m too much?”

His eyes widen, face softening—realising he's doing it again, the puppy face (as you so eloquently called it a day ago).

“No. Not in the slightest. I told you—baby, I never think that. Haven’t once.”

You look surprised, but you swallow it—smiling instead. “It won’t be easy.”

And he wants to laugh. Because he knows that. He knows hard. He’s faced hard, run through and been smacked with hard.

This with you, it could never be described as that. It’s easy, like breathing or existing.

So he cups your cheek, seeing you visibly sobering under the conversation. “I think we can do it.”

It’s more a statement, than a question. Watching you think it over, all unreadable, anxiousness fluttering in his stomach.

“I know we can,” he adds. “Until one day…”

“One day,” you repeat, as though turning the words over on your tongue. “Are you… are you sure?”

Looping his fingers around your neck, he presses his forehead to yours. Intimate, close—romantic. “Of course, baby. I want this—you, us. Do… Do you?” 

A tear falls, skidding down the apple of your cheek as you smile. “Of course. I… I may have cried in the shower this morning… because I didn’t want to say goodbye.” 

He sighs, light—shifting the weight which had been resting on him and closing the hole in his chest. Pressing his lips to your forehead, thumb and fingers stroking your cheek. 

“I can’t let you go, baby,” he whispers, resting his lips against your forehead. 

His ears hear the faint sound of me, either, before your fingers wrap around his wrist, forcing his head to move back before your lips burn the reply against his.

Over, and over, again.

It begins tender, warm—tinged with other words he’s not sure he’s meant to hear—before it moves to something that burns. Your touch is like flames, leaving marks against him he never wants to vanish or be rid of. It grows messy, his tongue licking into your mouth as the pizza lays forgotten as you move into his lap. 

Thighs on either side, fingers in his hair as he grabs your waist tight, pinning you close, until he makes you stand. 

Then the bed is dipping, the sheets crinkling, and he has you close to him. His name falls from your lips as he whispers yours, the two names merging together—blending, just as the two of you are. His fingers spanning your hip, keeping you flush with him, nails in his hair.

Then he hears it, breathy and right up against his ear. 

Mine. 

His head pulls back, eyes staring into yours. “Todo mío.”

if you haven't already, please check out this gorgeous piece that was gifted to me by @ghostaholics 🩵 for this reason, this chapter, the many dates and the way they're falling, is dedicated all to you, G.

#javier peña x reader #javi peña x reader #javi peña x you #javier peña x you #narcos x reader #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javi pena x reader #narcos javier x reader #narcos javier #pedro pascal x reader #narcos fanfiction #pedrostories #mm: late night texts #javier peña fanfiction

[sjswrites]

You Are Worthy

Summary: A little fanfix from AoU. You're Thor's daughter and had to show the boys up.

Warnings: Just fluuuuuffff. My baby deserved this.

A/N: Hiii. Last weekend was hectic, buuut here's the posts you were gonna get, plus a bonus one. Enjoy! 🥰

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“Goddess,” A whisper came from the doorway. In the reflect of the mirror, the redhead leaned against the doorframe in her dark red suit. “How did I get so lucky, huh?” She pushed off the door frame. “I don’t deserve you.” She whispered as her arms snaked around my waist and her lips placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

“You do.” My head leaned up against hers. “You deserve everything, baby. You are one of the greatest heroes in the world, but more importantly,” I spun around to face her. “The greatest girlfriend in the world.”

She scoffed. “You must be talking about yourself.” She deflected as I glared at her.

”I’m serious, Natasha.” I kissed her lips. We moved like an ocean of love and lust. I slowly pulled away as she sighed. “I know, you don’t believe me, but it’s true. You are worthy of good things. You’re an amazing person.” My finger swiped away some strands of red away from her warm, green eyes. “Don’t be so mean to yourself… okay?”

She defeatedly nodded as she kissed my nose. “I’ll try. Just for you.”

I shook my head. “Do it for you.”

“Okay Thor. Put her down again. I need to try again.” Tony said as the Avengers quickly gathered around the show. My father laid his hammer down gently on the table as Tony stepped up. He tapped his watch as both of his gloves grew onto his hands and up his arms. He strained as he pulled and his thruster were fully engaged, but to no avail Mjonir did not budge. I chuckled to myself as I made myself comfortable in Nat’s lap, wrapping my arm around her neck.

“Baby, have you ever tried?” I whispered in her ear.

She shook her head. “That’s not an answer I need to be confirmed by a godly weapon. Thank you, but no thank you.”

“Would you try for me?” She looked at me searching and scanning for the joke part of what I asked her. “I bet you’d look really sexy holding it.” I whispered while nibbling on her ear.

“No.” She simply replied.

“Pleeeease.” I pouted my lip.

“Wow. You’re really pulling all the tricks out, huh?” I nodded, eagerly. “No. I don’t want to.” I sighed as I looked at my father and back at Tony. “You do it.”

I looked around the room. All the men had tried to lift my father’s hammer several times. Tony, Bruce, and Clint had tried in the past. Actually multiple triumphant attempts. The only one with any really progress was Cap. The slight wiggle of the hammer gave my father the slight tension in his chest. The women around the table simply refused. Maybe it was the internal notion that we all felt… The fear of not being good enough. The fear of rejection. The fear of being shamed.

“Fine. I will.” A devilish plan formulated in my head. All eyes shifted to me as I strutted my way over to the hammer. “One question, though.” The crowd’s curiosity only grew. “Has anyone ever wanted to kiss me?” A few shy hands raised as Natasha’s eyes narrowed at me. “Aww come on, babe. I feel like you're obligated to raise your hand.” She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at me. “Fine,” I put my hand around the handle as it lightly came up. I pointed the hammer at Kate and Peter who had her hand up. “I guess, I’m making dreams come true tonight.” I looked over at my father who beamed proudly as I flipped the hammer in my hand.

“Fine.” Natasha said as she raised her hand. I quickly threw the hammer at her hand as she caught it. My jaw dropped as I smiled at her.

“I knew it!” I ran back to her, giggling as a small like grin grew on the redhead’s face. She dropped the hammer as it fell through the floor and I jumped in her arms. “I told you.”

“Whatever.” She shook her head before pulling me in for an Earth-shattering kiss for the night we’d remember for the rest of lives.

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#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff oneshot #natasha romanoff imagine

[sluttywonwoo]

Skz thot incoming bc I saw u asked oops - seven minutes in heaven with Han who’s secret bf so it goes from kissing to him fingering you with a hand over your mouth in like thirty seconds flat

“thank god the bottle landed on me or i would’ve killed myself.”

you roll your eyes and shove your boyfriend, sending him tumbling into the hamper behind him. he’d been on his knees, unsteady already, but you didn’t mean to push him that hard.

“oi, what was that for?” he grumbles, righting the hamper and himself.

“for being so dramatic.”

“i’m not being dramatic! the bottle was this close to landing on minho and then you’d be in this closet with him for seven minutes.”

“yeah, but we wouldn’t be doing anything, ji. the ‘heaven’ part of seven minutes in heaven isn’t guaranteed.”

“yeah but he’d definitely try something,” jisung mutters.

“oh my god.”

“knowing him! c’mon you know i’m right. have you seen yourself?”

you purse your lips. “do you really want to spend all seven minutes arguing over this or do you want to actually put them to good use?”

jisung sighs and pulls you onto his lap.

“for the record, if everyone knew we were dating, i wouldn’t have to worry so much about one of the other boys trying to get in your pants.”

“first of all, weird way to put it. second of all, you know why they can’t know. and third of all, i thought we agreed not to talk about this anymore.”

“i know, i know. i just-”

“so kiss me.”

he does, cradling the back of your head with his hand. he slips his tongue into your mouth the moment you part your lips in a moan. you want to grind down onto him but it’s hard to through the tight pants you’re both wearing.

jisung had chosen leather out of all things.

sensing your frustration, he snakes his free hand down between your bodies to unbutton your pants. it’s still difficult for him to get his hand down them, considering how big it is, but he manages to wiggle it in so that he’s cupping you over your underwear.

“fuck, you’re wet. what’s all this for?”

“you, duh.”

“well i’d hope so,” he scoffs, “but why?”

“you know i get horny when i drink,” you whine. “and this hair color looks so good on you, and your pants are tight in all the right places-”

“shit, you just got even wetter, i can feel it running down my fingers.”

“touch me, ji,” you plead, trying to grind into his hand.

“i got you, baby. let’s just get these pants down a little… there we go.”

your body slumps against his when he slides two of his fingers inside of you. you feel him chuckle and kiss the top of your head before repositioning you so that your back is against his chest.

“i’m surprised you haven’t already jumped me tonight,” jisung admits. “just knowing how turned on you are right now.”

“i have self-control,” you mumble.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing, but if you think it means something then what does that say about your restraint?” the end of your sentence gets cut off because jisung started to move his fingers to shut you up but you know he gets the gist.

“what was that?” he asks.

“fuck you.”

“you already are.”

“i wish i wasn’t.”

“you know that’s not true. just feel how wet you are for me, baby.”

your head lolls back against his shoulder. “fuck, go faster please.”

“that’s what i thought.”

he speeds up and adds a third finger, making you whimper involuntarily.

“shhh, gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers. “can’t let them know what we’re really doing in here.”

“can’t help it…” you choke out.

jisung’s solution is to hold his other hand over your mouth to muffle the noises you’re making. it’s effective, but it only turns you on even more, and you know jisung can feel you tightening around his fingers.

“how many minutes do you think we have left?” he asks, “maybe three?” you nod against his hand. your guess is about the same. “i’ve made you cum in less time. this should be easy.”

#answered #anon #stray kids smut #skz smut #han smut #han jisung smut #jisung smut

[concreteburialplot]

Draped Across

pairing: noah x fem!reader x nicholas

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 2.8k

warnings: established thruple, dom nick. switch noah, sub brat reader, spanking, degrading?, brat taming, cuckolding??, noah being nick's little helper, nick is so angry he doesn't speak?, piv (unprotected). creampie, porn without plot?, oral (f recieving), contactless orgasm? kinda?, cute tooth-rotting aftercare/sub space, the boys love cringey petnames here SORRY in advance, noah is obedient for once in his fucking life, 18+ MDNI

summary: you act up and end up draped over noah's lap while nick uses you :)

a/n; i rarely do porn w/o plot or really anything this short, but i just needed to get this out. pls enjoy 💗 [as with anything i write involving nick this got really grossly soft at the end I'M SORRY]

Your sassy mouth and disobedient behavior had landed you draped across Noah’s lap with your shorts and panties drawn down around your thighs.

His large hand lands a smack hard on the meat of your ass sending a sizzling jolt of pain up your spine causing you to buck up a bit. His spanks always hurt the worst with the size of his hand.

Nicholas had grown silent from his seething, knowing that if he said anything it would be out of line, so he let Noah take over for him.

“Now, you’ve really upset him, flower.” Noah uses his favorite nickname for you in a sweet but patronizing tone.

Noah roughly shoves your shorts further down your legs until Nick all but rips them off your body. His hand lands another smack on your ass followed by a hard grip that helps to pull your cheeks apart. His slender fingers slither between your legs, parting your lips.

Faster than you can process, Nick uses his boot to spread your feet apart, baring you open for him completely.

Noah’s fingertips linger by your near dripping entrance, “Oh what’s wrong did that make you wetter? Having your pretty pussy on display for him?”

You whine and squirm in his lap, knowing that his words were embarrassingly true.

Another hard smack causes you to yelp, “I asked you a question. Now answer me,” His fingertips circling your entrance, putting the slightest pressure to tease. “Are you such a little slut that you get off on being on display for us?”

“Grrh, yes.” You admit a small defeat and buck your hips up towards his fingers. “Yes, I like being on display for you.”

Noah’s middle and ring fingers dip inside you, just the tips though, gently scissoring you open. Your eyes widen knowing exactly what that meant.

The sharp sound of zipper rings from behind you, filling the room.

Noah fingertips spread your pussy open as much as it would allow. You hear Nicholas spit, followed the squelching of his hand around his cock.

Fear and anticipation pools in your tummy for the delicious burn his cock would bring.

His large, swollen tip slides between your folds and you shudder at his size. Butterflies unleash in your belly when he grazes your buzzing clit.

You wiggle around Noah’s lap both in excitement and terror, earning you another hard smack with his free hand. “Stay fucking still.” He demands, then harshly grasping your hip to stabilize you. “Be good and take it.”

A loud gasp leaves your mouth when you feel Nick press into you, stretching you around his cock. You hiss at the sting of it. He takes his time just getting into you but not much after, using his full force to dive straight into you. A sharp cry leaves your mouth when his tip lands hard into the deepest part of you. The direct impact into your core shoots pain up through your stomach; your eyes screw closed and suck in a harsh breath through your teeth.

Your whole body stills when you feel a pair of hands that aren’t Noah’s snake around your hips. The feeling of it simultaneously soothes and frightens you. Nick’s thumbs rub circles into the divots of your lower back. He’s angry with you, you know. But the small gesture grounds you a bit.

He pulls from you almost completely before landing hard into you again and starts building momentum rutting in and out of you. The pain of the stretch slowly melts away the more you adjust to him and you’re able to savor in him filling you entirely. It’s hard to even clench around his girth.

“Fuck.” You mutter out and his hands curl into your hips sternly, holding you firmly in place as he nearly splits you in half.

Noah gently tucks a chunk of hair behind your ear, “You take him so well.”

Rosy pink coats your cheeks at his compliment.

Noah’s length had been poking at your tummy the whole time you’d been on his lap but now he very subtly readjusts beneath you to let his own cock free. He lets it rest in the dip of your waist, just enjoying the movement of your entire body being fucked in his lap.

His fingers find their way back between your legs, his index and middle parting around Nicholas, just feeling where he enters you. You hear a groan rumble in Noah’s chest and feel his member throb and bounce against your exposed skin. He loves feeling him fucking you, getting some sort of twisted pleasure in being deprived of both of you.

“Now, say you’re sorry for being a disobedient little brat.” Noah commands.

You whine and wriggle in his lap keeping your mouth shut. As with most times, you wanted to see how far you could push their buttons.

“I said, say you’re sorry.” Another hard smack lands on your ass from Noah, this one harder than before. “Now you’re gonna have to count.”

You knew better than to not comply to that demand.

“One.”

“We’re still not hearing the words I asked.”

Another smack.

“Two.”

The burn of it lets you know that your ass is definitely bright red by now – which explains Nick’s acceleration, he loves seeing marks on you.

Two more hard spanks – Noah’s obviously getting frustrated with you.

“Three – ah – four.” You hiss.

A hand firmly and swiftly wraps your hair around his fist – with the veraciousness of it you know it’s Nicholas. While the gesture is painful and jarring, it releases a flurry of butterflies in your core. Your back arches up to Nick as much as it can.

“Don’t make him ask.” Noah warns with another smack.

You could defy Noah all day, easy, but Nicholas makes you weaker and breaks you down faster.

“Ah – fuck.” You suck in a breath. “Fuck, fine, I’m sorry!”

Noah glances up at Nick verifying if he’s satisfied with your answer although he already knows the response.

“Not good enough. Try again.” Noah’s hand grasps your hip to readjust you into a firmer position. “And you missed one, start over.” Followed by a new first spank.

“Fuck.” You mutter, the sting on your ass beginning to cross your pain threshold – but not quite enough yet. “One.”

Another, this one prickling tears in your eyes.

“Fuck!” You yelp. “Two.”

“I said, try again.”

Another, this one being the hardest and most painful one yet, definitely leaving a hand-shaped bruise.

“Ah! Three! Fuck!” You cry. “I’m sorry!”

Noah’s sizable hand gently rubs over the marks forming across your cheeks. “For what babydoll?” He pries.

“For being disobedient!” Tears welling in your eyes.

You feel his hand lift and hover over you again. “Don’t make me ask again.”

“Gah – fuck, fine – I’m sorry for being a disobedient little brat!” You repeat back the full statement with your voice cracking.

“Good girl.” He hums. The praise makes your heart swell. He again tucks your hair behind your ear, noticing the tears streaming down your face. “Oh, what’s wrong darling? Can’t handle the punishment for your behavior?”

His mean words worsen the buzzing in your clit and the ceased spanking lets you focus on Nick’s fat cock destroying you.

“Mmm.” You moan involuntarily.

“Oh,” Noah smirks, his fingers finding where Nick meets you again. “Or is it his big fucking cock spreading you open that’s making you cry?”

“Mhm.” You hum, reveling in the burn of it.

“Here let me help.” His fingers wrapping around the base of Nick’s cock and even with the added size of Noah’s fist, Nick is still able to reach into your deepest point. Noah’s cock bouncing against your waist tells you that he likes that fact as much as you do.

Nick seems to love the extra stimulation too, his thrusts getting viciously fast, fucking you dizzy.

“I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?” He mutters, seemingly entranced with the size as well.

“Uh huh.” You pathetically spit out, your body just a vessel for their pleasure.

Noah pushes your hair to the other side of your neck with his free hand. “Tell me baby, who’s little slut are you?” He asks. “Who do you belong to?”

“F-fuck.” You’re so turned on and so wet that you feel like the slightest pressure on your clit could unravel you. “You.”

His fingers unwrap from Nick and glide down through your folds, halting just before your bud.

“Wrong.”

Your eyes widen realizing your mistake when the fingers around your hips dig into your hipbone painfully.

“Fuck – His.”

“Oh baby, c’mon, you know better than that. Who owns your pretty pussy hm? Who do you belong to?”

“Nick!”

“Good girl.” He praises, his fingertips now grazing your clit. “Again. Louder.”

“Nick.” You moan out louder than before, this time coming from your chest, between heaving breaths.

“Good girl.” He repeats with his fingers beginning tight circles into your swollen nub. “Louder. Again.”

A tight knot begins to form in your tummy, the feeling of being just a plaything to them sets your skin ablaze. “Nick!”

“Louder, c’mon you can be louder than that. You know he loves it when you scream.”

“Fuck! - Nick! Nick!”

Noah’s fingers speed up alongside of Nick’s thrusts. His momentum getting quick and sloppy, clearly just as close as you.

“Nick. Nick. Nick.” You mindlessly repeat with your head so fuzzy and full of him that he’s all you could think of.

“That’s it baby, just like that.” Noah spits down on his own member, still just getting stimulation from your fucked body moving against him. “He’s close, you just gotta wait, okay? Can you do that?”

You nod, still just repeating his name like a prayer, the brink of your orgasm clearing your mind of anything else.

Finally, Nick groans deeply and lands hard in you with his cock twitching, painting your walls white and filling you completely.

“Okay baby, let go for us, will you?” Noah doesn’t even finish his statement before you’re blinded by your own orgasm.

Screams and curses of Nick’s name rip from your throat as euphoria washes over you, your skin buzzing as Nick continues to fuck you through his climax.

Whiny, desperate moans tumble from Noah’s lips as you feel his warm cum splay all over your back, completely hands free.

You fall limp across Noah’s lap, your breathing in sync with each other. While Noah was in control this session, it’s always Nicholas behind the wheel.

He belongs to him as much as you do.

There’s a bit of an exchange between them you can’t quite make out since you’re still coming down from your high but all you feel is them moving you around like a ragdoll. Suddenly you realize you’re now draped across Nick’s lap.

“Knees.” He instructs Noah, the first thing he’d said this whole time.

Noah obeys, landing on his knees behind your dripping core.

“Clean her up.”

Your eyes widen at his words and almost instantly his tongue brushes through your folds and dips into your entrance.

“Good boy.”

Noah hums happily against you at the praise.

Nick’s fingers tracing through your hair tenderly. “You did so good angel. Did you learn your lesson?”

“Mhm.”  

You’re torn between humming and melting into his touch or releasing the moan building in your tummy. Noah seemingly enjoys his task, eating you like he’s been starving for a lifetime, practically sucking Nick’s cum right out of you.

“I know he hurt you quite a bit didn’t he bunny?” He asks quietly, just loud enough for you to hear. His voice is soft and gentle, much different than how he was just talking to Noah or anything he would’ve said if he had spoken while he was inside of you.

You begin to nod but hiss in pain when Noah’s tongue grazes the base of your entrance where Nick stretched you out the most. Noah pauses for a second before pressing his lips to the sensitive area.

“Maybe we should go wash up huh? Get you guys in a nice warm bath.” Nick’s hand finds your cheek to support your head. “Does that sound good?”

“Mhm.” You hum tiredly and nuzzle into his palm.

“Okay. When he’s done, we’ll get you both nice and clean. Maybe put an ice pack on your pretty, red ass?”

“Please.”

“You both did so good for me. Noah did a good job taking control didn’t he?” Nick asks.

“Mhm.” You nod with a lazy smile, barely able to keep your eyes open as the chemical rush begins to crash and take its toll on you.

Once Noah finishes cleaning you up, Nick carries you over to a large corner bathtub. Noah takes the initiative to start filling the tub at a good temperature. He even takes a scoop of bath salts with dried rose petals and spreads them across the filling tub to help with the pain.

“You want some bubbles bunny?” Nick asks Noah sweetly. The nickname directed at him this time makes his cheeks turn bubblegum pink. “Or maybe a bath bomb?”

He nods quickly at the bath bomb suggestion, very clearly slipping into a deep sub space of his own.

Nicholas gently places you in the tub while Noah goes to a container filled with bath supplies. He returns with a blue spaceship cupped in both hands, the edges of it bubble and fizz in his palms since his hands were still wet from testing the water.

“Good choice.” Nick beams at him and gestures to the tub. “C’mon, don’t let it fizz all in your hands.” He teases.

Noah excitedly gets in the tub but slow enough to not disturb you. Nick nods when Noah goes to ask if he’s allowed to set it down yet.

The spaceship sizzles in the warm water and spins slowly in the waves. Dark blue, purple, pink, and even a bit of shimmery gold start to fizzle out from the ship soon staining the water a dark galaxy.

Nick sits at the edge of the tub with just his legs in the water with you nestled between them. While soaking, he carefully washes and conditions your hair. His fingers skillfully comb through your locks, gently breaking up any knots. Once he’s washed out all the soap he moves to your scalp, softly massaging it as you rest your head on his thigh. You hum in contentment.

Once he’s made sure you’re satisfied, he moves on to Noah, taking his long hair between his hands just as he did with yours.

Your eyelids are heavy as you watch Noah pick three rubber duckies – one pink, one yellow, one blue – from the edge of the tub and precariously place them into the water. His eyes are soft and mesmerized as he watches them spin alongside the drifting bath bomb remnants. The twirling colors and duckies lull him into a comforting, hyper-fixated trance. Noah hums against Nick’s thigh, his eyes matching yours in their sleepiness.

The space between you three is quiet but peaceful, comfortable, and full of love.

Nicholas unplugs the tub, and the water begins to drain slowly. If you had anymore fight left in you, you’d push to stay in longer but all you want to do is get nuzzled between your boys in bed.

He brings you both plush towels and helps you dry off. Before you’re able to get dressed, you’re once again across Nick’s lap off the edge of the bed, but this time for a much different reason. He squeezes out some healing gel-cream into the palm of his inked hand and carefully spreads it across your bruised cheeks. The coolness of the cream helps ease and numb the pain. It brings you comfort knowing that while both of them can be quite mean in the moment, they will always be soft with you like this afterwards.

“Does that feel better?” He asks and you nod. “Good.” He smiles softly. “I picked out some PJs for you on the dresser if you wanna bring them over?”

You carefully peel yourself from his lap and bring over the silk PJs. He holds open the shorts for you to step into and helps slip the top over your head. His hands cup your cheeks and tilts your face up to him. “I love you.”

His eyes lean more grey in the dim light of your bedroom. You beam sweetly up at him and nuzzle into his palm. “Love you more.”

Abruptly, Noah pulls himself on his knees to the edge of the bed and throws his lanky arms around both of your necks. “Love you most!”

You giggle at Noah’s silliness and how the squeeze squished you into Nick’s chest. You’d stay squished there forever by them if you could.

Shortly after, you three get cozy in bed – you curled around knocked-out Noah and Nick curled around you. Being smushed between their bodies means that the smell of their mixed colognes cocoons you in your favorite scent. With a deep inhale, you take in the moment. You were exactly where you belong.

No one could ever take away how perfectly you three fit together.

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a/n; thank you for reading if you did! smut isn’t really my strong suit so i apologize if it wasn't that good 😬 and IM SORRY IT WAS MUSHY AT THE END OKAY………

Thank you for any support you guys ever give me on any of my works, it truly means the world to me that you guys enjoy my words and lil plots.

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Necklace | Stephen Strange 18+

a/n: me next, steph.

warnings: choking, fingering

Stephen Strange masterlist

Stephen’s conscious thoughts were suddenly reckless when he saw you saunter your way through the halls and enter your shared bedroom. Peering up from the book in his hand, one leg crossed lazily over the other, he eyed you with sultry eyes. The sleep shorts you wore, were the cheekiest pair you owned. He saw so much of your flesh exposed and he salivated at the thought of running his chilling hands across your warm skin. 

The curve of your back drove him crazy as you bent forward, a snippet of red-hot lace peeping out to say hello. Shifting around on the bed, he chewed at the inside of his cheek. 

“Oh, the things you do to me, Darling.” Stephen speaks his delicious thoughts aloud, eager to get his hands on you.

With your back turned to him, a smirk inched across your face at your beloved's erotic countenance. The light furrowing of his eyebrows, the way he reaches up to push his finger through his hair, you glimmer at the thought of him growing harder by the second. Knowing that you had a watching audience, you ensured to shake your hips gently, your bottom bouncing from the movement that nearly sent Stephen into a whirlwind frenzy. 

“It’s all yours for the taking, my love.” You returned his words with your own thoughts. Within seconds, a gasp flooded from your lips when you felt his body press against yours. You both stood in front of the dresser, your chest pressed against it as Stephen snaked his hands around your hips. 

“Is that so, Honey?” Stephen whispered into your ear, catching his own reflection. He saw the way his irises dilated, exposing his true desires. You steadied your breathing as you felt his hand press flat to your abdomen. He pulled you flush against his center and you were greeted by the brushing of his clothed member against your cheeks. 

Stephen caught your earlobe in between his teeth, causing the hairs to stand up on the back of your neck. His hand slid beneath the waistband of your shorts and he teased the red lace, a wicked grin plastering his face. He was mischievous for a reason. Stephen started to leave love bites on your neck, your head falling back to his shoulders. Suddenly, in a whim, he spun you around to face him.

His eyes looked between your orbs and lips, his tongue jutting out to wet his mouth. “You look mighty delectable this evening. A vision in red,” He said in a sultry tone that had you quaking instantaneously, excitement coursing your veins at the knowledge he saw your red lace. Swapping sides with you, he started to push you backward until the backs of your thighs collided with the pillowy surface of the mattress. 

You saw the veins in his hand bulge as he extended his fingers, giving them a teasing wiggle. He knew what you wanted; he saw the look develop in your eyes. “Please,” You whispered. Stephen glanced between you and his large palm, stifling a laugh. 

“Please what, Darling?” He asked of you.

Gulping, your eyes shifted to his hand. 

“Wordless is not an answer. Use your voice.” He demanded. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing the game he wanted to play tonight. 

“Choke me,” You announced through a hushed whisper, but loud enough for your lover to hear. “Please,” 

Stephen was amused. “Listen to you. You want my hand around your throat like a pretty little slut. Is that right?” 

Nodding, you bit your lip. “Yes Sir, please,” You muttered. 

Stephen gave in to your heady want. First, he pulled the thin shorts away from your legs to expose you to the air. Kissing you tenderly, he finally wrapped his hand around your throat. Giving you a good squeeze, the blood rushed to your head as you experienced a wave unlike anything else. Consistently changing his pressure, but ensuring you were able to breathe, Stephen used his free hand to tease the area in between your thighs. 

You squeaked when he stroked his thumb against your clit, pushing the red lace to the side. “We have to keep that on you, Sweetheart. It drives me wild.” He grinned wickedly. Plunging two fingers into your dripping slit, you heaved for air as your back arched into him. Stephen eyed you cautiously, watching the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you ground your hips into his waiting hand. 

“You look so pretty with my hands around your throat. Who’s my good girl?” He said, feeling the friction of your hips moving into his palm. 

“Me!” You sputter, gasping. 

“The prettiest necklace you’ll ever wear is my right hand, Darling.” He told you, kissing you fervently. You groaned and whined as you fought to kiss him back, feeling your stomach begin to twist into a familiar knot.

White-hot flashes of pleasure coursed through your veins as Stephen released your throat. You gasped for air as he pounded his long and dexterous fingers into your aching core over and over again, hearing as you moaned loudly into the air. Once you silenced your cries, Stephen looked down at you, noticing the way you bit your lip to remain quiet. 

“Did I say you could stop?” Stephen asked suddenly. “If you resort to silence, you’re not being pleasured. You’ve got to let me know how good I make you feel, Baby. If you’re quiet, you’ll be punished. I need to hear you.” 

With that, your echoed screams began as Stephen pinned you to the mattress, pressing the weight of his body to yours. He was railing you with his hands alone before he shimmied down and threw your legs over his shoulders. Burying his face in between your glistening heat, it wasn’t long before his tongue was penetrating and lapping up every ounce of sweetness you delivered to his tongue, your hands fisting the bedsheets beside you as you cried his name out in a sex-filled symphony. 

And that was just the start of the night.

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[pablitogavii]

can you do pablo teasing and manhandling the reader please 🥰❤️

Morning After

You were waking up slowly feeling his fingertips moving gently up and down your spine which made you smile while reminiscing of last night.

You gave yourself to Pablo and he was so gentle and careful with you the entire time, checking up if you're comfortable and taking his time to please you. There is one word for last night - perfect!

"Mm good morning Pablito.." you turn around to face him covering your chest with a white sheet and he smiles moving closer to leave a kiss on your lips.

"Morning mi amor..you look so beautiful in the morning" he said and you blush hiding your face in the pillow but he wouldn't let you hide for long.

"Don't hide that precious face from me..I want to look at it and kiss it again" he smiled moving closer to you and snaking his arm around your waist while leaving sloppy kisses on your face.

You were wiggling since you were quite ticklish and Pablo was moving a little to look at your face again.

"Mm I can't believe you're moving so much after last night princesa" he was smirking clearly teasing you and you hit his shoulder blushing more and trying to wiggle away pretending to me mad. He was of course too strong to fight easily manhandling you back on top of him.

"Ah come on princesa! I was just teasing you a little..don't pout at me" he said kissing your lower lip and you couldn't hide the smile any more and he chuckled.

"You're so cute..and mine" he whispered the last part and now your face was completely red as you hid it in his neck chuckling knowing that was true now and you couldn't be happier.

"Stooop teasing me Pablitoo.." you whined into his neck and he chuckled kissing the top of your head laying you back down and getting on to of you so that you were still face to face.

"I'm sorry princesa..but you are all mine now and I couldn't be happier" he smiled kissing your neck moving lower and you were softly moaning at the familiar feeling of his lips on your body.

"Um..P..Pablo" you moaned when he pulled the sheets off your chest kissing them and making you arch your back as goosebumps appear on your arms.

"I won't do anything princesa..I promise..I just want to cherish you after what you gave me last night" he whispers into your skin and you blushed smiling and closing your eyes enjoying his kisses on your body.

"Are your legs soar?" he asked after a few minutes and you nodded still with your eyes closed completely enchanted with the new feeling. You were so happy and peaceful right now.

"I can massage them a little and then make you a bath? Hm? Sounds good?" he asks and you open your eyes feeling him arms gently apply pressure as he massaged your thighs relieving some of the soreness.

"Mhm.." you say and he smiles nodding his head continuing to massage your discomfort away.

"And then when you're done, I will have breakfast ready..I know you like fruits in the morning?" he said and you felt like a real life princess right now.

"You don't have to.." you started but he quickly interrupted you with a kiss on your lips and then your forehead.

"I want to treat you" he reassured you and you smiled nodding your head with a blushed cheeks.

"Um..can I have some coffee too then?" you say shyly and he chuckled nodding his head and kissing your nose.

"You can have whatever you want princesa" he smiles kissing your lips helping you to the bathroom making a bath and then leaving for the kitchen.

You were really enjoying the warm bath letting your muscles relax and when you finally got the strength to get out, you put on some underwear and a robe walking towards the kitchen.

"She's tan perfecta Rora..and I really love her so much" Pablo was talking on the phone while making toast and you blushed walking in and snuggling into his back.

"I love you too..." you whispered and he turned smiling at you

"Gotta go hermana, my girl is here" he said before hanging up and turning around to hold you in his arms before raising your small body to sit on the island while he finishes breakfast. Your size difference always made it easy for Pablo to manhandle you.

"Mmm que rico!" you said stealing a strawberry and he turned around smiling and walking closer to you. You opened your legs and he rested between them taking a bite of the same strawberry and you blushed. He smirked kissing your lips softly before returning to the toaster.

"Alright, here is the toast..and your coffee" he said bringing everything and putting it on the plate before helping you down and you both returned back to bed.

"Gracias cariño.." you say after the breakfast was ready and he kissed the side of your head pulling you close.

"Siempre mi amor" he said and you both spent the rest of the morning cuddled up together enjoying each other's company.

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[gaybananabread]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Perfection is Relative ˖ ݁݁ 𖥔.

~Soooo I’m in my rewatch-comfort-shows era, and Helluva Boss is next. I can’t wait for the newest episode, so I’m trying to get the insanity out with this. For anyone who happens to read this, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Moxxie

Ler: Millie

Summary: Moxxie is second-guessing himself and stressing out about his appearance. Millie notices and decides to lovingly remind her husband what the word “perfect” truly means in this life.

Warnings: spoilers for Helluva Boss and fluffy couple romance (few kisses)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Moxxie had always had confidence issues. Be it moral dilemmas, other’s perceptions or just general life itself, he would second-guess himself and shy away. However, there was one thing he could always trust himself to nail: his presentations.

Whenever Blitz had a performance-based job, Moxxie put his best hoof forward and found a rare spark of assurance and self-confidence. His outfits were on point, any makeup was flawless, and he got into the metaphorical zone. Nobody could ruin that for him, or so he thought.

At the summer camp, Moxxie had spent a good few hours designing his persona and the look of it. He was actually pretty proud of it. That was, until those teenage girls and everyone else at the camp insulted his appearance and disregarded his existence.

Millie and him had already discussed how it made him feel, and while he was incredibly happy for and proud of his wife, he couldn’t get those thoughts out of his head. It bled into his everyday planning, making him critique every little detail about himself. Like that morning, where he’d spent half an hour adjusting his bowtie position.

“Maybe a bit lower to point the focus…” Moxxie mumbled to himself, loosening his bowtie once again. He’d left the bedroom door open, too focused on the mirror to notice. He didn’t even notice as his wife peeked in, nor he did he catch her small, knowing sigh.

“Honey…what’re you doing?” Millie came up behind him, resting her hands on his waist. She’d noticed his extra self-consciousness lately, but she hoped it was something he’d work out. It was apparently deeper than that, though, so she was at the ready with support and a - hopefully - helpful conversation.

“Adjusting my bow. It’s not really symmetrical, and I want it to send a certain message about me.” His words were a bit rushed, giving his wife a peek into the swirling storm of his mind. She wasn’t happy with what she saw.

“You really don’t need to worry, Mox. You look amazin’ already.” Millie gently grabbed his chin, turned him and kissed him. He sighed at the affection, pulling away after a second. Moxxie felt bad about kissing her; he wasn’t good enough yet. Millie deserved the world, and he couldn’t help but feel inadequate.

“If you say so, Mills. Just let me fix up a few more things.” Moxxie tugged at his collar, adjusting the bow and tugging his hair into place.

Now, Millie could’ve just left her husband to finish getting ready. However, doing so would’ve meant letting him think he needed any of the extra glitz and ritz he was putting forth. He was handsome and wonderful enough as-is; she was determined to get that through to him.

With a suppressed smirk, the female imp grabbed his chin once again, her tail snaking around his waist. Moxxie was oblivious to her true plot, just suspecting she wanted attention. “Millie, just gimme one seco- EEP!”

He cut himself off with a squeak as Millie’s claws skittered across his neck. Down below, the pointy tip of her tail was dragging along his side. The smirk was no longer suppressed, her adorable tooth gap showing in the playful grin.

“Mihihillie! Whahat are youhu dohohohoing?!” Moxxie squirmed and wriggled, trying to slip away from his wife. Millie wrapped her free arm around his waist, securing him while adding more wiggling fingers to his stomach.

“Gettin’ you outta your head, Mox. You got too much judgmental crud about yourself up there.” Millie placed a fluttery kiss behind his ear, making him squeak once again. Her fingers were still going at it, dragging the pointed claws along his belly and neck while her tail teased his side.

Moxxie instinctively folded like a lawn chair, his giggles squeaky and scratchy. His wife’s arm was the only thing keeping him from dropping to the floor.

“Mihihills! I cahahan’t- KYAAhahaha!” The sharpshooter kicked his hooves, each impact making a small clack against their wooden floor. Millie couldn’t help but coo at this.

“Aww, there we go, sugar~” She purred, chuckling against the warm skin of his neck. His careful bowtie placement was all messy now, skewed and crooked from Millie’s evil affection. She was hoping to get him all nice and messy before she stopped. He needed to see how amazing he was at his least dolled-up.

While his giggles were certainly music to her ears, she was looking for something with a bit more gusto. Millie wanted to really make him laugh.

Quickly spinning her husband around, she pushed him down onto their bed and grabbed his thighs. Moxxie’s eyes went as wide as saucers, but before he could say a word, her claws were wiggling into his sensitive skin.

“NAHAHAHO! MIHIHILIHIE PLEHEHEASE!” Moxxie’s precious giggles quickly rocketed up to loud, screeching cackles as Millie targeted his worst spot. He thrashed on the bed, ruining his hair and untucking his shirt in the process. She was quick to take advantage of that, slipping her tail underneath the fabric to tease his stomach once again.

“O-OHOHO MY SAHAHATAN!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks stained a deeper, purple-ish red. The blush was adorable to Millie, though his tears showed she had gone far enough. She stilled her fingers, kissing his smiling lips.

“Ihihihi… oho cruhuhums…” Moxxie took a few deep, giggly breaths as he tried to regain his composure. That attack had come out of nowhere, but he didn’t exactly hate it. “Whahat was thahat for?”

“I already told ya, hon. You’re bein’ too hard on yourself.” Millie rolled off him, lying down beside her husband. He sighed, shaking his head.

“I juhust…I dunno, Millie. It’s just not enough. I need to be perfect.” She brushed a bit of his unruly hair back in place, humming. “I think you look pretty damn perfect right now, Mox. You’re only perfect when you’re you.”

Moxxie felt himself tear up at that. Millie was just…so herself. He thought she was perfect, so…maybe she was right. Leaning forward, he kissed her lovingly, his tail wrapping around hers.

Millie smiled into the soft embrace, cupping his face with one hand as the other held him close. He was so adorable just then: rosy cheeks, loving eyes, messy hair and love-drunk eyes. She could gaze at him for eternity and never tire of his most natural beauty.

“Uhum…what were we getting ready for again?” Moxxie asked as he pulled away, finally remembering that they had planned on going somewhere. It did kind of spoil the moment, but he genuinely couldn't remember.

“Well, I think…Blitz called us in? Somethin’ about a pop-up client.” Millie sighed, knowing that their boss was probably ready to kill them for not being there yet. She didn't regret a damn thing, of course; Moxxie was more important than work.

“Shit…you wanna get ready together?” Moxxie shrugged, offering the small moment. Millie looked him over one last time, taking in her perfectly amazing mess of a husband before nodding.

“Sounds good, Mox. But no spendin’ forever on silly things, got it?” She booped his nose for emphasis, wiggling a few sneaky fingers on his side. Moxxie giggled and jerked away, playfully glaring at her.

“Gohot it,” he agreed, sticking his tongue out with a smirk. Millie rolled her eyes before hopping off the bed as well, joining him by the mirror.

Moxxie looked into the reflective glass, seeing himself in near complete disarray. But, with Millie’s smiling figure by his side, loving every bit of him unconditionally, he couldn't help but like what he saw just that much more.

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[preciouslandmermaid]

of songbirds, swords, and spice (4)

pairing: Opla!Zoro x Opla!Sanji x Fem! Reader (no use of Y/N or L/N)

tw/cw: violence, blood, spider-creatures, see master post for complete tags

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(masterpost)

<- (previous chapter)

Zoro stretched his legs out and folded his hands behind his head. Finally, some peace and quiet. Or however much quiet he could get on the Going Merry anyway. He shut his eyes, preparing to get a few hours of sleep before they arrived in Raven’s Crag.

“Mrrow!” Four paws landed on his thigh.

“What the hell?”

The black cat?! Zoro picked the cat up by the scruff and it narrowed its large, yellow eyes at him. A stowaway.

“Aren’t these things bad luck?” He said to no one before moving the fluffy creature off his lap. The cat, who was undeterred and stupidly stubborn, jumped onto his lap again the second he closed his eyes. “Knock it off.”

Zoro scooped it up this time and carried it to the other end of the room, setting it down on a crate, before he returned to his napping spot. The cat swished its tail, watching him, but didn’t move from its new perch.

“Stay over there,” he said. The ocean waves crashed and lapped against the hull of the Going Merry in swelling, gentle surges. He found the sound of the ocean soothing. He could sleep anywhere, it’s true, but there was something about sleeping near water. The crash and surge, the pull and push, the saltwater tinge to the air, and rush of the wind snapping the sails. It created a natural lullaby.

He sighed, tilting his head back, and listening to the waves rather than the cacophony of voices above. Usually, he didn’t have trouble falling asleep, but your voice was new and unfamiliar. He wasn’t sure why the old lady requested that you come along. You were a performer—not a fighter. Just because you managed one battle without vomiting at the sight of a dismembered arm didn’t make you a warrior. Zoro’s eyebrow twitched. What’s her deal anyway? He rolled his shoulders, struggling to get comfortable.

A soft paw batted the side of his head near his earlobe. What the--! The cat’s paw remained aloft – ready to smack his earring again.

Zoro narrowed his eyes. “You again?”

The cat lowered its paw and yawned, showcasing its large canine teeth and angling its ears back. Zoro wasn’t intimidated if that’s what the creature was trying to do. He had a sword. That was more impressive than two big teeth and some claws.

“What do they call you?” He lifted the charm on the cat’s collar. “Mimi?”

The cat gave no indication that it recognized its name.

“You really are bad luck,” he grumbled, “I never have trouble sleeping.” He got to his feet and stretched his arms over his head. “Stay,” he told the cat before ascending the steps to the main deck.

The sunlight refracted across the rolling blue waves and Zoro lifted his arm to block the harsh light.

“Can you sing a sea shanty?” Luffy asked you.

“Can you write a song about me?” Usopp asked, looking hopeful. Zoro rolled his eyes...These kids.

Sanji said, “What about a love ballad?”

You crossed your arms and pressed your lips into a line. This silence didn’t deter them. The trio of Luffy, Sanji, and Usopp requested different songs simultaneously. 

“Would you guys cut it out!” Nami yelled over them, “She already said she doesn’t want to!”

Zoro rested his wrist on Wado Ichimonji and decided he might as well ask the question that’s been eating at him since the night you met.

“Why do the waiters at your grandmother’s bar wear earplugs?” he asked.

Everyone fell silent. Their attention left Zoro and moved toward you, expecting and awaiting your answer. You narrowed your eyes slightly at him. The sails overhead ballooned with a fresh gust of wind and the ropes swung in the breeze casting shadows like long, wiggling snakes on the main deck.

You said, “You noticed that, huh?”

“It was hard to miss.” Zoro deadpanned.

Your smile tugged at your mouth. “And yet I recall having your complete attention.”

Zoro stepped forward. “That’s what I’m still trying to figure out,” he said, “so what’s your deal?”

You shrugged, graceful and casual, like you two were discussing sword forms and not the mystery of your grandmother’s bar.

“The bar gets rowdy,” you replied.

“That’s what I said,” Luffy said, his tone was bright.

The bar gets rowdy? Yeah, right. Zoro stared down at you. The sunlight burned radiance across the planes and slopes of your face. She’s lying. You had to be. Your explanation was lukewarm and it didn’t account for the strange, solitary sensations that consumed him during your performance. Your performance and the earplugs had to be related somehow. He just couldn’t figure out how.

Usopp glanced between you and Zoro.

“Come on, guys,” Usopp said, “let’s stay focused. We’re finding a mysterious lost treasure for someone.”

“I’ll make lunch,” Sanji suggested, before saying your name and adding, “I’d love your help in the kitchen.”

“No thanks. I’m gonna stretch my legs,” you announced and offered Usopp and Sanji a smile. “I’ve gotta get used to being out on the sea again.”

Zoro watched you walk to the other end of the ship. She’s not getting off that easily. He waited about three seconds before following after you.

“Hey,” he began, narrowing his eyes at your back. You sighed, leaning against the railing, but didn’t turn around to face him. “If you double cross our crew…”

You looked over your shoulder. “You’re gonna slice me in half?”

Zoro scoffed. “I was thinking in quarters.”

You turned to face him, though your elbows remained on the railing, your pose was relaxed and wholly nonthreatening. Zoro’s pulse throbbed in his neck.

“You have nothing to worry about, Roronoa Zoro.” The salty air played with the collar of your shirt and Zoro looked away, clenching his jaw. “This crew saved the golden cupid...and if we manage to find Pandora’s puzzle box...then there will always be a warm meal and a cold drink for you at Estella’s.”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Maybe he was being paranoid after their run-in with the Black Cat pirates or their altercation with Arlo’s gang after Nami’s abrupt betrayal. He didn’t want to get double-crossed, although he couldn’t see the benefit of you – or the old hag – trying to betray them.

“Fine,” he said flatly.

Maybe now I can get some shut-eye…The thought reminded him of the cat, Mimi, stalking around in his room.

“By the way,” he said, “that cat is onboard.”

You laughed. “Oh, of course she is.” You shook your head, “I’ll let Sanji know. Maybe he can make her some tuna.”

“Feeding your cat isn’t part of this deal,” he grumbled, annoyed. First, the cat took over his nap spot and ruined his afternoon and now she’d eat some of their supplies? What sort of bullshit was this?

“One,” you said holding up a finger, “she’s Estella’s cat. Two.” You held up a second finger. “It’s not really up to you, is it? I think I’ll take it up with the chef and see what he says.”

Zoro didn’t have a good argument against you, so he settled on rolling his eyes and returning to his bunk to get some well-deserved rest before the Merry reached Raven’s Crag.

The dingy swayed as it pushed through the shallow waves and your stomach followed the roiling, uncertain motions of the waters below. Something didn’t feel right. You would normally chalk it up to your baseline paranoia around strangers—but...your unease went deeper. Maybe all the stories about Raven’s Crag were getting to you. Everyone on the island said Raven’s Crag was dangerous, some even went so far as to call it cursed. ‘That’s why no one lives there’, they’d say before ordering another drink from the bar. What if something happened to Estella back home? Was paranoia or intuition that twisted your stomach into sailor’s knots? You shook your head and tried to clear your mind. One thing at a time...

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Sanji said, sitting beside you and looking pointedly at your bouncing knee. “We’ll find it.”

“If it exists,” you said.

“Madame Estella seemed certain it was here,” he said.

“Yes.” You sighed. “Yes, I know.”

Estella left a rather important detail from her story when she told the Straw Hats about Pandora’s treasure. Over the past five years, it had been you who helped her to find and collect the other boxes. The jade box had been the first and the easiest. You used your devil fruit powers, beguiling the previous owner, and tricking him into giving it to Estella. The onyx box, however, was kept on a marine base within the evidence room under lock and key. You and Estella spent nine months on that island, working your way into the upper echelon of society until General Samuel Bellamy invited several wealthy citizens for brunch. You and Estella had barely made it out after accidentally triggering the alarm when removing Pandora’s box. The last box in her collection, the one made of lapis lazuli, had been underwater in a shipwreck.

Truly, it was a miracle that Estella knew about any of their locations, but that one was especially surprising. You were useless since the ocean sapped all of your strength, but Estella had smiled at you before diving into the waters. Your hands curled into fists on your lap. The current had been strong that day...a storm was on the horizon and the ocean was restless, hungry.

Sanji muttered your name. His gaze burned into your cheek.

“We made it,” Nami announced, shaking you from your reverie.

The tepid saltwater and sand rushed into your shoes and clung to your shins as you leaped from the dingy and helped push the boat onto the shore as best as you could. The palm trees rustled loudly overhead. Your foot snagged against the dry, powdery white sand.

“What’s—” Zoro began one hand on his sword hilt.

“Wait,” you said, snapping your attention from the boat’s edge in your hands and toward the beautiful blue sky. “That’s not—”

Your words were cut off as a hundred screeching calls filled the air and their enormous black wings flapped, upset the palm leaves, and stirred the dry brush at the beachhead. Roughly a dozen, giant ravens descended upon the crew, their beaks open wide to reveal rows of tiny teeth, and their eyes glossy and bright and murderous.

You reached for your kusarigama—a sickle attached to a metal chain with an iron weight at the end — attached to your hip. You hadn’t used the weapon since settling on Nightingale, but you practiced the motions and your continued diligence paid off as you slid into a stance and spun the end of the chain.

A raven opened its’ beak and lunged for Nami, and you launched the weighted end toward the raven. The chain spun around the raven’s beak, closing it, and you tugged—the metal biting into the flesh of your fingers—forcing the beast to bow its head. Nami’s staff cracked the side of the bird’s head and you tugged the chain free, pulling up the slack, after the creature dropped. You could hardly keep track of everyone’s movements through the chaos of undulating black wings and sharp, curved black beaks and curled talons.

Zoro’s sword flashed beneath the sunlight, blood, and dark feathers followed.

Your body ached, familiar with the movements ingrained into the grooves of your muscles, but unfamiliar with fighting things that fought back (your usual enemies were coconut trees and bamboo). You jumped backward through the powdery sand, avoiding a strike of dangerous talons, and you crashed into the hard and warm muscled plane of Zoro’s back.

“Watch where you’re going,” he growled before pivoting on his heel and using his sword to deflect the beak strike coming toward you.

“I was.”

“Didn’t look like it.”

“How” – your fingers tightened around the kusarigama’s grip– “do you manage to fight with that sword shoved so far up your—”

Luffy yelled, “Gum Gum Punch!” His fist launched through the air and landed squarely into the raven’s rib cage sending the bird sprawling into the sand.

“I had it!” You and Zoro shouted simultaneously at Luffy.

“Sorry,” Luffy said, smiling before he turned his attention to a different raven. “Hey, Sanji!” The captain called out to him, “Do you think we could eat these?”

“You’re seriously thinking about food at a time like this?” Nami asked.

You shook your head and were unable to ignore the smile tugging at your lips. This crew is so fucking weird, you thought with a foreign flutter of affection. You brought another raven to eye-level by trapping its beak with your chain and Sanji roundhouse kicked it, knocking your chain free, where it seemed to float in the air for a second before you yanked it back toward you.

The final two ravens squawked, and took flight in a blur of sand and wings, leaving their fallen on the beach scattered among the crew. You wrapped the chain, secured your kusarigama at your hip, and flexed your sore, unpracticed fingers. You scanned the beach and pointed at an outcropping of gray rocks.

“That’s the crag,” you said. You looked at their sweaty faces and bit your lip. “Estella could be wrong,” you warned, “the box might not be there.” She had never been wrong before, but they didn’t need to know that.

“We won’t know until we get there,” said Luffy, walking toward the crag. You wiped the sweat from your face and sighed. There is no swaying Luffy from his destined path, is there? You almost admired his bullheaded tenacity. Almost.

Your hands pulsed, your blood throbbing, your knuckles scraped raw, and nails blunted from climbing up onto the crag. You pulled yourself up the final ledge, each breath laborious, and laid yourself flat against the hot stone. Your salivating mouth tasted metallic and unpleasant. Sanji squatted next to you, and his shadow spilled across your face and blocked the sun.

“Here,” he said, offering you a small flask.

“Water or booze?” you asked.

His lips quirked. “Water.”

“Shame.”

You took a small sip of the water before holding it out to him.

Sanji lifted his hand. “Keep it.”

You raised an eyebrow and bit your tongue to stop yourself from questioning or quipping at him. You were starting to understand that Sanji enjoyed providing for others. He cooked because he believed no one should go hungry, but he also had a true and burning passion for it. He gave you water because you needed it. There was no ulterior motive. No secret to unravel. He was just providing for you as he would provide for anyone on the crew. Not that I’m part of this crew, but the sentiment still counts.

“Thanks,” you finally said, standing.

Luffy stood before the great, black maw of a cave’s entrance with his hands on his hips.

“This is the place, right?” he asked, looking over his shoulder toward you.

“I think so,” you said. In your experience, Pandora’s treasure box locations increased in difficulty over time: a marine base, a shipwreck, and now deep within a cavernous network. You looked at this crew of oddballs, at the scuffs, bruises, and blood they spilled fighting the ravens and climbing the cliffside. I can do it alone. The warm breeze kissed your skin and the bright blue ocean crested with tiny, white waves along the shore below. I’m the one who Estella trusts. They got me here, but they don’t need to see this through.

“We’ve made it this far together, but you can turn back now,” you said, “I don’t want anyone dying for this.”

Luffy frowned. “Only you?”

Your heart dropped. His stark, honest words had momentarily stunned you.

“What?” you breathed.

“Don’t be stupid,” Zoro muttered, “we just fought a bunch of demon birds. There’s no way we’re turning back now.”

“I think she’s got a point,” Usopp said, “one of us should really be waiting on the ship. I volunteer.”

“It’s dangerous,” Luffy continued as if the others hadn’t spoken, “so you’d rather go in there alone and die alone?”

“It’s a wild goose chase, Luffy.” You crossed your arms.

“It’s her dream!” he said, “don’t you have a dream you want to accomplish?”

“My dream is impossible.” You bristled. Your dream wasn’t a treasure hunt, nor was it to become the best of something or the queen of the pirates. Your dream was a fantasy you repeated to keep your nightmares quiet. Your dream would never see fruition. It just couldn’t.

“There’s no such thing,” Luffy said while approaching you. His hand lifted, palm dropping toward your shoulder, and you moved out of the way at the last second. Luffy stumbled at the sudden lack of counter-balance and you grimaced.

You said, “I don’t like being touched.”

Sanji tilted his head to the side.

“Oh, sorry.” Luffy’s tone was earnest. “Whatever your dream is, I think you should go after it.”

You squinted at him rather than answer his statement.

You said, “You’re coming, aren’t you?”

“Yup.” Luffy nodded.

“Me and Nami will guard the entrance in case any more of those birds come back,” Usopp held his slingshot aloft. “We’ll shout if anything happens.”

“Shout loud,” Zoro said as he passed Usopp and entered the cave.

The cave’s cool air was a blessing against your sweaty, sticky skin. You led the crew, even though you didn’t have a map or idea of where the box might be. Estella said ‘Trusting one’s self is the greatest gift’ and you didn’t know if that applied to treasure-hunting, but you decided there was no time like the present to try.

“These caves are odd,” Sanji said, gesturing to the glowing greenish crystals that were embedded into the dark rocks above. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“It’s something with the moon,” you said, watching your shadows play against the stone and crystal walls. “The full moon helps charge them...or so Estella says. She has a book about the caves on Nightingale Island.”

Zoro dug his fingers around one of the lower crystals, yanked it free and it continued to glow in his large hand. He swept his arm across the cavern floor, shining more light on the bits of rubble and dirt, but no treasure box lay waiting for you. His hair brightened beneath the crystals and gave it an almost illusory neon effect.

The cavern curved left, but remained a single, narrow pathway, without any divergences. As odd as that was, since caverns like these usually spilled like a network of threads, you were grateful. You didn’t want to add ‘getting lost in the crystal caves’ to your list of travesties.

“Where’d you learn to fight?” Luffy asked.

“Here and there,” you replied, “Estella needs me to protect her.”

“Did she teach you how to use that chain thing?” He mimed spinning it over his head, as you had done at one point during the battle like the chain was a lasso rope.

You laughed lightly.

“No,” you said, “we spent about nine months on this one island, seeking Pandora’s onyx box, and during that time I trained with a woman named Camilla.”

Luffy’s eyes lit up, emboldened by the viridescent glow of the crystals, and he said, “Cool!” His voice echoed strangely and you stopped suddenly.

“We’re close to something,” you said.

“How do you know?” asked Sanji.

“Our voices sound different here,” Zoro said, sounding bored.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Sanji said, rolling his eyes.

You peered through the muddled darkness tinted by a glowing light. Your heart skipped. Could Estella be right? Was the final box of Pandora’s treasure here? You quickened your pace and followed the path with one hand on your weapon. The crystals sparkled above and mirrored your reflections on their glossy, green surface.

The pathway opened into a cistern with tall glistening edges of slick cave walls, dripping and glowing crystal stalagmites, and shocks of white, thick spider webs running through gaps. Does something live here? You scanned the space.

“Holy shit,” you gasped. At the center of the room was a natural conglomeration of crystals and a bone-white puzzle box nestled at the center, glimmering like a beacon beneath the luminescent light.

You ran forward, kicking aside a bleached-white bone where it went clack-clack-clack into some rocks, and jostled loose golden berry lying around on the ground.

Something grumbled beneath you. No. That wasn’t right. The solid ground gave way, crumbling like a sandcastle devoured by the incoming tide, and your arms windmilled—your scream caught in your throat. The rocks beneath your feet fell to a nest of large, white ropes, and your body tensed—awaiting the inevitable crash and broken bones.

Luffy grabbed your wrist. He pitched into you, the ground unstable, and this time—your scream released—and gravity twisted your body so your spine was to the painful ground below.

“Luffy!” Zoro shouted.

Luffy stretched like saltwater taffy, he clung to your wrists, and both of you dangled above death trap of sharp rocks and rubble. Above, at the very ledge, Zoro’s muscles bulged as he held onto Luffy’s ankles. How is he holding both of us?!

“Climb up,” Luffy said, “climb over me like I’m a rope.” He smiled like this was an ordinary occurrence and you both weren’t a few hundred feet away from certain death.

“I’ll drop,” you said, “I’m closer to the ground. I’ll survive it.”

You glanced at your feet swinging through the empty, dark air. You actually couldn’t tell how close the ground was. The strange, white ropes glowed eerily beneath the muted crystal light, and pockets of it were disturbed and quivering from the fallen rocks. Is that--? Your brow furrowed.

“I can pull you both up,” Zoro announced, his face pinched tight with effort. “Just – just hold on.”

“I already am.” Luffy tightened his grip around your wrists and a wave of nausea coursed through you. Your skin prickled with a clammy, uncomfortable sensation. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, you reminded yourself, using every ounce of self-control not to vomit.

Zoro pulled, grunting as he did, and Luffy’s legs disappeared over the ledge.

Although you couldn’t see Zoro, you heard him shout; “I don’t need your help, stupid cook!”

“I’m not trusting an idiot swordsman with her life,” Sanji yelled, “or with Luffy’s.”

You clenched your eyes shut, squeezing Luffy’s thin wrists, feeling his rapid pulse beneath your fingertips as your heartbeat rushed in your ears and your mouth filled with saliva.

Luffy said your name and your eyes re-opened, “I’m not going to drop you,” he said softly.

He said these words like a stalwart, unwavering promise. He said them in the same way he said ‘I’m going to be king of the pirates’ and despite your past, your ingrained paranoia, and your reasons to distrust him—you believed him, and something sharp prickled behind your eyes.

Luffy’s midsection was yanked over the ledge and Zoro finished pulling the both of you onto the overhanging ledge. As you brushed the cave dirt from your legs, Sanji hunched his shoulders and met your gaze.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Fine.” You looked toward the chasm that separated Pandora’s box from you. You hadn’t brought rope or grappling hooks and you were ill-prepared to vault or climb onto the other side. “How are we going to get over there?”

Zoro pointed and said, “Hug the wall and maneuver around the chasm.”

Your mouth opened to tell him about the risk, but a sudden scuttling noise drew everyone’s attention to the ceiling.

“My web caught a tasty treat,” it said before lowering itself, a web attached to the crystals hung from its spinnerets. The creature was a human from the waist up, her breasts pale and nippleless, and her straight, long, black hair framed her pale face and six, red slit eyes.

Sanji blanched.

“This is your cavern?” You said. You knew grabbing the box wouldn’t be easy, but a giant spider-woman was extreme.

“My cavern,” she said, tilting her head, “and my food.” She clicked the mandibles on the sides of her jaw.

“Luffy, can you reach the box?” You unclasped your kusarigama and extended the chain between your hands.

Luffy cracked his knuckles. “I want to fight this thing.”

“I’ll get the box,” Sanji said, “I don’t fight women.”

He inched closer to the walls which had narrow ledges to precariously climb across. Your heart fell into your shoes. Sanji...You recalled the smiling, overjoyed faces of the children from the orphanage after Sanji made them breakfast, his fond and thoughtful expression when he talked about Zeff, his kindness in the kitchen, and his concerned gaze when Zoro pulled you and Luffy from the ledge. You couldn’t let him risk his life for Estella’s dream. You couldn’t. He’s going to fall if he tries to get it.

Zoro scoffed. “She’s not a woman.”

“I am Arachne,” the creature said.

“Sanji, wait—” you said.

The Arachne swung from her webbing towards the group. A warm, large muscled body collided with yours, sending you sideways into rubble and rock. Your skin smarted and burned where it hit the stones and jagged crystals. You blinked, stunned, as your mind lagged to piece together the details.

Zoro rolled off of you, blade drawn, and jumped to his feet. He saved me? You understood his earlier rescue because Luffy had been involved. He wouldn’t let his captain die—he was protective of him, cared about him even. But saving you didn’t add up. It didn’t make sense. Pirates weren’t loyal to people who weren’t their crew. You shook your head. Roronoa Zoro had saved your life twice. You adjusted your grip on the hilt of your kusarigama.

Time to repay the favor, you thought before charging the Arachne. You slid on your knees, ignoring the pain as the tiny rocks dug into your skin, and ducked beneath the creature’s large, hairy legs. Your chain whipped out, wrapping one leg at the joint before you rolled out from beneath her and jerked the chain over your shoulder for leverage.

The Arachne screeched in indignation, wobbling, although she remained steady on her other legs.

“Hold it steady,” Zoro shouted as his sword flashed in a quick, upward arc as he ran beneath the tied-up leg.

You stumbled forward as the leg was dismembered from its body and flung off in another direction.

The Arachne hissed, scrambling up the wall, and toward the ceiling. You spun your kusarigama, feeling safer with the weight in your hands, and the glowing steel beneath the crystalline fragments.

“Hey!” Luffy yelled, “where are you going?”

You spared a glance to Sanji. He was about halfway, his arms spread akimbo, his back to the wall and his feet crossing carefully over the ridge.

Luffy’s hands shot toward the Arachne and grabbed its rear legs, pulling her back, and the Arachne fired several sticky ropes of webbing at Luffy. He jumped, dodging the first splatter of webbing with impressive speed, and used his momentum to launch himself toward the Arachne.

Luffy landed on her back. They were halfway up the wall, closer to the ceiling than the floor, and your palms dampened as your adrenaline transmuted to fear. What if he falls? You weren’t sure if his Gum-Gum powers made him invincible to gravity and you didn’t want to find out.

You shouted, “Luffy, be careful!”

It’s part human, you worried your lip between your teeth, by that logic, my devil fruit powers should work on it. However, Sanji, Luffy, and Zoro weren’t safe. They didn’t have earplugs or headphones. You couldn’t risk using your voice on the Arachne and hurting them and you didn’t want to distract Sanji from his treacherous and focused climb to Pandora’s box.

Luffy wrestled with the creature, his legs were wrapped around the Arachne’s torso, and his fists moved too fast for your eyes to follow.

Zoro snapped your name and followed with, “Give me a boost.” His eyes were above, focused on Luffy, his green hair hidden by a black bandanna.

“You can’t reach him,” you said, interlacing your fingers, lowering yourself into a crouch, and bracing your back against the cavern’s wall.

Zoro said nothing and smirked. He ran toward you, planting his foot in your cupped hands, before launching himself up towards Arachne and Luffy. His boot scuffed against the wall and he grabbed the hanging webbing that swung from the Arachne. The creature slid downward but remained on the vertical wall. Her balance was affected by Luffy’s attacks and the weight of Zoro on her ‘tail’.

His muscles strained as he climbed the web, shedding pieces of webbing that fell like strange, spindly fluffs of white.

Sanji called your name and you looked. He held the box above his head, victorious and smiling, and your heart swelled. All this trouble for such a small thing, you thought.

“That’s mine!” The Arachne hissed, her face gushed blood, and half of her eyes were swollen shut from Luffy’s onslaught.

She reared back, bucking Luffy from her, and scuttled downward carrying Zoro with her. Luffy landed as a heap of limbs next to you, but his head popped back up, a little dazed but otherwise okay.

The Arachne’s intention was clear. She meant to attack Sanji—to punish him for stealing. Well, you weren’t going to let that happen. You planted your feet, your eyes narrowed and focused on the angles, the speed of her long, spider-legs, and the shape of her long, pale neck.

Kusarigama flew from your hand, its’ sickle-side cut through the air, and the cold chain unraveled through your fingers. The sickle zipped past her head and you tugged the chain, quick and forced, and the blade reversed direction and its’ curved edge sliced clean through her neck. A second passed. The Arachne’s head seemed to float through the air as it was rendered from her body with an arching spray of crimson that appeared black in the verdant pale light of the cave.

Her head hit the ground with a soft and rolling ‘thump’.

“That went well,” you said, breaking the silence, and a hysteric smile threatened to take hold of your lips. None of the children are going to believe this.

“Do you think anyone will believe that we fought a giant spider-lady?” asked Luffy.

Sanji said, “It’s no less believable than defeating Arlong’s crew.”

Your eyebrows raised. “You beat Arlong?” You thought Usopp had been lying when he shared that story.

Zoro sheathed his sword. “It was easy.”

“We make a pretty good team, don’t we?” Luffy said before smiling, though you assumed the question was rhetorical and didn’t answer him. You nudged the Arachne’s head with your foot and it rolled off the ledge and into the darkness below. It was eerie how easily you slipped into this crew’s dynamic. You didn’t fit in with them—you didn’t, but you could. And that was the scary part. However, you wouldn’t entertain ideas or dreams of leaving Nightingale Island. Your place was next to Estella and your future and fate were tied to hers.

You owed her after everything she did for you, after everything you’ve gone through together. No matter how easy it was to fight alongside the Straw Hats—you had your place in this world and it wasn’t with these pirates.

(author's note:

I'm sorry this took a while to post. I hope the length makes up for it <3 also happy belated birthday to Sanji !! xoxo )

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[sapphire-writes]

Under the Mistletoe ~ Down In Flames

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Aemond x Reader

summary: The infamous Christmas party that occurred before the events of Down In Flames.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: drinking, smoking, angst, descriptions & mentions of vomiting, cheating

note: this was so SO fun to revisit and write for my babies!! it honestly made me tear up how easy it was to slide back into the story, I hope you all enjoy it! 🩷

Now 

“I thought you hated me,” you tell him.

“I never hated you,” he tells you, honestly. 

You narrow your eyes, thinking back on the past two years. You and Aemond had your fair share of heated moments. It seemed like from the very beginning you were destined to piss each other off. 

“You definitely hated me,” you argue, but he shakes his head chuckling softly.

“Oh yeah?” 

“What about the time I puked in the living room?” you tell him, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he answers, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Or the time I stole your car to drive to Riverrun,” you tell him.

Aemond frowns, dropping his spoon momentarily, eyebrows creasing together. 

“That was you?” he answers, thinking back, “Not even then.” 

You smirk at him then. 

“What about last year’s Christmas party?” you ask, a mischievous smirk on your face.

Aemond glares at you then, and you know you’ve got him. 

“I knew it,” you tell him but he only shakes his head at the memory. 

Then

You slam the door to Aegon’s car, hurrying up the steps toward the Targaryen mansion, heels clicking against the stone walkway. The mansion is alive with guests, you can hear the music from outside as you shiver in the frigid winter air. 

“Will you-shit-” Aegon mumbles, struggling to get out of the passenger side, hitting his head as he does, “Fucking stop!”

A wave of anger passes through you, but you do as Aegon says, coming to a stop and turning on your heel. 

“You’re supposed to be sober,” you hiss at him.

“It’s Christmas!”

You turn away from him, but he grabs your arm pouting.

“C’mon it's a party, baby please,” Aegon whines, voice breaking. 

“It’s barely sundown, and we just fucking got here,” your lip curls with anger and disgust, “Your mom is going to be pissed Aeg.”

“She won’t even notice,” he argues, sliding a hand through his hair, before digging in his suit jacket for a cigarette. 

“Fucking hell,” you groan as he struggles to light it, “You were supposed to drive.”

“Gimme the keys,” Aegon says, lips firmly around the now-lit cigarette.

You reach up, plucking it from his lips and smashing it underneath your shoe.

“That’s not fucking funny.”

“I’m a great driver.”

A reminder to you, to hide the keys later. 

“You’re an asshole,” you tell him and he frowns.

“You love it,” he argues, reaching for another cigarette.

“Do not,” you warn him and he gives an exasperated sigh.

“You my mom now?”

“Your actual mom is waiting. And your dad. They miss you.”

It’s true. Aegon rarely answers phone calls or texts from Alicent, so she’s taken to communicating through you. 

“Yeah, whatever,” Aegon grumbles, “I’m just tired, okay? Band practiced late last night.”

You hold his gaze. It’s always been so easy for him to lie to you. You think for a moment if you should call him on his shit, knowing damn well there was no rehearsal the previous night. Jace and Luke had grabbed drinks with Baela and you. 

“Sure,” you answer, choosing not to pick a fight.

Aegon reaches for you, wiggling his fingers expectantly. You lace your fingers through his and walk into his parents’ house.

The Targaryens are known for their lavish parties, and their winter holiday party is no exception. They’ve invited everyone they know, the extravagant mansion is filled with people dressed in suits and silk dresses for the occasion. The grand staircase in the foyer is wrapped with garland; a deep forest green with twinkling lights snaking up the banisters.

Several Christmas trees are present, each with a different color scheme. You remember Alicent telling you once she has them decorated for each of Viserys’ children. One entirely gold, another decorated with glittering red ornaments, and another sparkling green and bronze. 

“Hey,” Helaena greets you, making her way through the crowd.

Her silver hair is curled, half pulled away from her face in a braided bun that rests near the crown of her head. She’s wearing a pale blue dress that hugs her figure, a pair of snowflake earrings dangling from her ears. She wraps her arm around you in a hug, eyes flickering to Aegon. 

The floral scent of her perfume engulfs you and you breathe deeply, trying to calm yourself. Aegon always has your heart rate at a dangerous speed. 

“You okay?” Hel asks as she pulls away, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Mhmm, just peachy,” you tell her, as Alicent approaches. 

She loops her arms around Aegon and he rolls his eyes.

“Hey Mom,” he says softly, but you know he’s enjoying the attention. 

Alicent pulls away, stroking some silver hair from his face.

“How are you?” she asks, smiling softly.

Her eyes dart over to you and she kisses your cheek, before returning her attention to her eldest son.

“I’m okay,” Aegon grumbles, “Promise.”

“I thought you’d come with Aemond,” Alicent says.

You look around the room. Aemond’s pretty hard to miss, standing over six feet tall with his platinum hair and sapphire eye that catches any light in the room. You haven't seen him yet. You do however catch the eye of Daemon, who is seated currently, Rhaenyra standing to his side conversing with someone. His lips curl into a smile and he nods, as you look away. 

You spot Baela and Jace hanging around the corner of the room and waltz over to them. Baela is the first to notice you, whistling appreciatively at your outfit. The deep midnight blue dress hugs every curve perfectly, with several sparkles glittering throughout the fabric making the dress appear as though it was crafted from the night sky. 

“You look damn good, girl,” Baela says as she hugs you. 

“Thanks, Bae,” you tell her, “You look stunning.”

Baela gives a small twirl. Most of her silver curls are piled atop her head, with a few strands loose to frame her face. The dress she wears is blood red, her cleavage spilling from the top. Jace’s cheeks are red, his eyes following Baela’s every move. 

“Where’s Rhaena?” you ask.

“Where do you think?” Baela snorts.

You look around the room and sure enough spot Rhaena, twirling a silver loc between her fingers, leaning against the wall conversing with Aemond. He’s looking the other way, directly at you, hair pulled away from his face in a low bun. You catch his eye momentarily before you look away. 

“She’s relentless,” Baela chastises, “But he seems in a good mood tonight. Didn’t bring that woman with him.”

“What was her name again?” you ask and Baela shrugs.

You remember who she’s talking about. An older woman Aemond had begun hooking up with.

“I think he stopped seeing her,” Jace comments, taking a sip of his drink. 

“Where’s Aegon?” Baela asks, though her tone suggests she wanted to avoid the topic. 

You sigh as Luke joins you, holding out a glass of wine for you to take. 

“You look like you need this,” he tells you as you graciously accept.

You take a sip and Baela raises an eyebrow. You roll your eyes looking around the room. It’s easy to find Aegon, he’s sitting on the couch, telling some story to a dark-haired girl who’s perched on the armrest next to him. His hand is twitching, as though it wants to wander up the length of her thigh. 

“He’s socializing,” you tell them, through your teeth.

“He’s disrespecting you,” Baela argues, nostrils flaring, “I’m going over there-”

“Don’t,” you warn, grabbing her arm, “I don’t want to make a scene. Not tonight.”

“This is such bullshit Y/N,” she argues.

“Just not tonight,” you beg, “Please.”

Her eyes bore into yours. Avoid, avoid, avoid. It’s what you do best. If you avoid it long enough, perhaps he’ll change. Maybe he’ll wake up and realize you’re all he needs. You don’t say this aloud. But Baela can see it in your eyes.

“Tomorrow he’s fair game,” she tells you, “I’m going to kick his ass.”

“I’d pay money to see that,” Luke says, nodding.

Baela pushes him in the shoulder and he feigns being in pain. 

“Anyone want to do shots?” he asks when he’s recovered. 

You glance at Aegon, still entranced with someone else.

“Let’s do it,” you tell Luke, who cheers in response. 

You follow him across the room, grabbing Rhaena’s hand to force her into joining. She makes a noise of protest but Aemond takes the opportunity to walk across the room, joining his grandfather in a conversation. 

“Y/N!” Rhaena whines as you hand her a shot glass.

“You’re drooling,” you tell her, “Stop it.”

“I am not,” she hisses, but she takes the shot.

“Let him come to you,” you advise, downing your own shot, “I feel like Aemond likes a chase.”

“I feel like Aemond doesn’t like anything or anyone,” Rhaena argues.

“Then why do you like him?” you wonder, eyes flickering to where he stands across the room.

Rhaena flushes, and shrugs.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles, “He seems sweet, he just needs to open a little bit. And I’m a great listener.”

“I know you are,” you say, giving her nose a boop, “Just make sure you’re being careful, okay?”

“He didn’t bring Alys,” she says excitedly, “I think he’s available again.”

Alys. That was her name. You look at Aemond again, meeting his eye as he takes a sip from his drink. Otto Hightower follows his gaze, landing on you. You turn from them both. Otto Hightower sends a shiver up your spine. 

“I’m going back over there,” Rhaena says, “How do I look?”

You smile affectionately at her. The rose pink dress she wears, the glitter on her cheeks. She’s so beautiful. Aemond doesn’t deserve her. You’re not sure why he hasn’t returned her affections.

“You look amazing,” you tell her, and then she’s off. 

You stay with Luke for a while, alternating between shots and wine. Aegon has vanished to some other part of the room, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. If he doesn’t, why should you?

You move about the room, pushing past people trying to find a spot to rest your feet. Your heels are very cute but not very uncomfortable. You walk over near the door frame that leads into the kitchen, leaning against it. You close your eyes to steady yourself, and take a deep breath; the room has started to spin.

“You’re under the mistletoe,” a voice says, leaning down to whisper in your ear. 

Daemon Targaryen.

A giggle slips through your lips. What the fuck. You must have had more alcohol than you thought if you were giggling at the antics of Daemon Targaryen. He’s painfully handsome, you have to admit, but you’ve barely spoken more than a few words to him. 

“I guess I am,” you tell him, glancing up at the green plant that hangs above your head.

“Where’s Aegon?” Daemon asks, leaning forward, a strand of silver hair falling into his face.

You bite your lip, tapping a nail against your glass. He’s handsome. Older. Your cheeks flush and your gaze runs along his chest, down the front of his tie, down to his belt buckle. You force your eyes to move back to his face and are greeted by a small smirk.

“I don’t know,” you tell him, letting your lashes flutter suggestively. 

“Shame for him,” Daemon murmurs.

He’s inching closer, a large hand pawing at your waist, drawing you nearer. It would be so easy to let him have you. It’d been so long since someone wanted you, really wanted you. Aegon wouldn’t have to know. The party guests could care less who Daemon kissed.

Almost all of them.

Aemond had been watching you for the majority of the evening. Downing glass after glass, not bothering to pace yourself. You were miserable, he could tell, as you often were. Still, he kept to the sidelines, watching from afar. But now he couldn’t take any more. 

Aemond strode through the crowd, making his way toward you and Daemon. A snarl appeared on his face as Daemon placed his free hand on the side of your face. Your lips were plump and ready to be kissed, eyes fluttering shut before Aemond pulled you from Daemon’s grasp.

“Enough,” he growled.

“Just a bit of holiday fun,” Daemon assured him, leaning against the wall.

Aemond doesn’t release his grip on your arm, long fingers digging into you painfully as he pulls you down a hallway. Your legs struggle to keep up with his wide strides, heels catching on the carpet. 

“What’s the big fucking deal? It’s a game, Aemond, a silly tradition,” you tell him, yanking your arm away. 

He’s just like Aegon. Rough, demanding, bullying. Pulling you this way and that. Aemond turns to you, lip curled in distaste.

“Cheating is a game?”

“Aegon seems to think so,” you snap, rubbing your arm. 

“So you’ve finally stooped to his level then? How mature of you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Real classy of you, who’s next you think? Daeron?”

“Certainly not you,” you seethe.

Aemond’s nostrils flare, violet eye full of rage. You stare him down for a moment, chest heaving with every breath.

“I’m not interested,” Aemond says through his teeth.

“I figured,” you tell him, shoving past him.

“Y/N-”

“What?” you say, turning to face him once more, “What else, Aemond? If you have something to me, say it.”

You take a step closer. You fucking hate him. The judgemental look in his eye is written all over his face. The pure loathing that rolls off of him, creates tension in the space between you. 

“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” Aemond says, shaking his head and looking away, “Besides sober the fuck up. Aegon’s enough to deal with. I don’t need to be dragging your ass home too.”

“I hate you,” you snap, feeling childish. 

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, lower lip trembles. You can feel your eyes beginning to well with angry tears. You don’t even know where Aegon is at this point. Aemond meets your eyes then.

“Great.”

“I do.”

“Fucking fantastic, Y/N.”

“Screw you!”

“Screw you!” Aemond says, raising his voice, “This the reaction you’re looking for? Huh?”

You take a step back and something flickers across Aemond’s face. Regret. 

“Find Aegon if you’re trying to pick a fight,” he tells you, moving to leave.

“I’m….” you swallow, “I’m going to be sick.”

“What?” Aemond asks.

“I’m-” the rest of the sentence doesn’t happen as you slam your hand over your mouth, pushed by Aemond, trying to find the nearest bathroom.

“Y/N!”

Your name fades into the background as the blood rushes to your head and you have the last hour of drinks into Alicent’s favorite fern. 

“Oh shit,” Aemond says, turning away as you continue to retch.

“Get Baela!” you moan, but it comes out as garbled speech.

“What?”

“Baela!”

“Yes, okay, yeah, I’ll get her,” Aemond says, shuffling awkwardly before leaving to find Baela. 

When he returns you’re laying on your side, in the fetal position, dress scrunched around your waist. Aemond flushes slightly at the exposed flesh of your thighs before Baela kneels pulling your dress down.

“Shit,” Baela groans, “Fucking Aegon and his stupid fucking prick-faced, shit-head-”

“Bae,” you whine.

“C’mon,” Baela says, helping you to your feet, “We have to get her home.”

Aemond nods.

“I can drive,” he tells Baela.

“Where’s Aeg?” you moan, “Where is he?”

Baela and Aemond lock eyes. Neither can answer. Luckily, they’re spared the answer when your stomach lurches once more and you heave, vomiting on Aemond’s shoes. 

“Fucking-” Aemond yells, face twisting in disgust. 

Baela’s eyes widen, a harsh laugh slipping through her parted lips. Aemond glares at her. 

“It’s not funny,” Baela says, trying to hide her smile.

She shakes her head, curls bouncing around her face. Aemond kicks his feet, stomach-turning before he grabs your face with his hands. 

“No more,” he tells you, staring into your watery eyes, “We have to go through the party.”

“I can’t help it,” you groan, trying to twist your face out of his hands.

Aemond holds your face tightly in his grasp; his calloused hands are warm against your cheeks.

“Yes, you can. Just until we’re outside,” he commands you, “C’mon you love a challenge.”

It’s your turn to glare at him, but you nod biting your tongue. Aemond pats your cheeks almost affectionately.

“Good girl, okay let's go,” Aemond says, walking toward the main room.

“Do not puke,” Baela tells you as she loops her arms around you, guiding you forward.

By some miracle, you manage to say goodbye to Alicent and make it through to the rest of the guests. But when you’re on the front steps you heave once more into the rose bushes that litter the front of the house. 

Your stomach is nearly empty at this point, it's just painful dry heaves that send you curling into yourself. Your head pounds and you gasp, trying to catch your breath. 

As Baela lays you down in the back of Aemond’s car, Aegon stumbles out of the house. Baela glares at him, sharing a knowing look with Aemond as Aegon fixes his belt buckle. 

“What happened?” Aegon says, frowning at the sight. 

“She’s wasted you dickhead,” Baela snaps, brushing some hair from your face. 

Aegon climbs into the back of the car, placing your head on his lap. Baela rolls her eyes as he strokes some hair from your face, and whispers in your ear. Aemond slams the car door shut. 

“You coming with?” he asks Baela, heading to the driver’s side.

Baela doesn’t answer, she simply opens the passenger side door and slips inside. 

The drive home is quick, not that you remember much of it. The last thing you remember is Baela tucking you into bed, securing the covers around your chin. 

“What about me?” Aegon grumbles, lips forming a pout, “You gonna tuck me in too Bae?”

“You sleep in the living room,” Baela says, throwing Aegon a pillow, “Sober up asshole.”

“Fuck off,” Aegon grumbles, but Aemond places a hand on his shoulder.

“Couch,” he tells Aegon, glare murderously. 

“Whatever,” Aegon says, beginning to strip his clothing, leaving a trail behind him as he heads to the living room. 

Baela glances at Aemond, who still stands in the doorway, gaze locked on your sleeping figure. 

“I should call Jace,” Baela says, stroking the hair from your face, “Let him know I’m crashing here.”

Aemond hums in response, glancing at your sleeping figure as Baela pulls out her phone. 

“I’ll make sure Aegon leaves her alone,” Aemond tells her, “Tell Jace to pick you up.”

Baela looks him up and down.

“You sure?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he assures her and she shrugs, walking out of the room.

Aemond closes the door behind him as he leaves after Baela, not without giving you one last long look. 

When you wake, your head is pounding. You groan, mouth feeling like it's full of sawdust before you rise from bed and exit the bedroom. 

You walk into the kitchen, meaning to pour yourself a glass of water. A snore startles you and you flinch, turning toward the living room. Aegon is sleeping, mouth open, arm dangling off the side. You walk over to him, poking his cheek.

“Fuck off Aemond-” he grumbles, turning.

“Nice,” you tell him as he peers up at you.

“Can I come to bed now?” he asks.

“Not sure why you weren’t there,” you tell him, “It’s your room.”

Aegon rises, the blankets falling to the floor revealing his naked form. 

“Your knight in shining armor didn’t allow it,” he grumbles, walking past you toward his room.

“Who?”

But Aegon doesn’t answer, he just walks into his room. You hear the squeak of his bed as he lies down. You retreat back into the kitchen, opening the fridge to pour yourself a glass. As you finish you turn, only to be surprised by Aemond standing in front of you. You flinch, dropping your cup, water splashing over the floor and on your bare feet. 

“Shit!” you yelp, hopping away from the spill.

Thankfully the cup is plastic and it bounces away from you. You hurriedly grab paper towels laying them on the floor. Aemond stands, not offering any help as you clean up the spill, placing the cup on the counter. You give him a questioning look. 

He’s dressed as though he’d just woken up as well, with his hair pulled from his face in a braid and a pair of gray sweats hanging low on his hips. His signature silver chain is around his neck disappearing below the neckline of his black tank top that hugs his upper body. 

“You vomited,” Aemond tells you.

You frown, a moment of silence falling between you.

“Oh,” you tell him. 

“On my shoes,” he finishes. 

Aemond stares at you, and you stare back, cheeks reddening with slight embarrassment. Though, at least it was just Aemond. He already hates you, you’ve nothing left to really lose.

“Sorry,” you tell him. 

Aemond blinks like he wants to cuss you out before he adjusts his jaw and gives a breathless laugh instead.  

“Why don’t you just break up with him?” he asks. 

You don’t answer at first. You’ve been asked that question a million times before. By Baela. By Rhaena. By Helaena. Hell, even Alicent has pulled you aside to chat about it. No one ever understands. 

“I love him.”

Aemond nods, laughing bitterly. It feels foolish to tell him that. 

“That’s it then,” he says, more to himself than to you.

Your brow furrows, confused at his reaction as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He closes his eye, releasing a deep sigh. 

“Fuck me,” he groans, exasperated.

You swallow, assuming he’s sick of the drama he’s surrounded by. He should be. It’s fucking exhausting, you and Aegon. Aegon and you. Twin flames consuming one another. Destroying one another. 

“Do whatever you want,” he tells you, “Just don’t make me watch.”

“No one’s making you,” you snap.

“No,” he agrees, “I guess you’re right.”

Aemond walks over to you then. 

“But don’t expect me to coddle you. I’m not Baela, I’m sure as hell not Rhaena,” he says, eye flickering about your face.

Your breath catches at his closeness.

“Fine,” you tell him.

He’s close enough you can feel his breath on his face. You don’t know what you’re thinking, but you can’t help it, your eyes flicker momentarily to his lips. Aemond notices, and you hear his breathing stop. 

“Sleep it off,” he murmurs, breaking the tension.

He leans back giving you a once over, before exiting the kitchen. Aemond calls to you once more as he walks away, keeping his voice low. 

“Go to bed, Y/N.”

You’re left in the kitchen, hands clutching your glass of water. You glance out the window, watching as snow falls gently, covering the ground in a layer of powder before silently retreating back to Aegon’s room.

Aemond listens to your footsteps, his back pressed against the closed door of his room, heart beating erratically in his chest. He hears the click of Aegon’s door closing, the soft timbre of your voice flowing through the wall that separates the two rooms.

He can’t make out what you’re saying, just the disappointed tone, the soft whine that creeps into the end of your sentence. 

Aemond leans his head against the door, before grabbing a pair of noise-canceling headphones, blasting music to drown out the angry sounds that echo from Aegon’s room.

A habit he has grown tragically accustomed to.

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[cupidjyu]

under your love

jacob x reader

genre: bickering, established relationship, cold weather, cuddling, you attempt to combine with him, but he's a rational and smart person, kisses notes: UMKJ when i prioritize my mental health, often it leads to me literally accomplishing nothing and falling asleep in the midst of writing .. see you in a bit! love you < 3 word count: 1.5k

With the winter coming, you were forced to somehow get accustomed to the cold weather. It often left you shivering and grabbing for any heat source like a blanket or heater. But, in this particular case, you had a certain someone.

Jacob always radiated warmth, whether you liked it or not. He encompassed you in heat, even during the hottest summer days of the year. And if you complained, he would apologize but still snake his arms around you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

You always paid attention.

But, he was busy. Work and whatnot. So there you were, stuck in your bed, scrolling through social media and deeply wishing for your boyfriend’s work to finish itself.

At some point, while you were trying to take your mind off how warm his chest would be like at the moment, instead of the cold pillow that had started to cause your neck to hurt, you came across a post. When you pressed on the comments, you almost burst out laughing.

it’s not enough to just cuddle him, i need to climb into his skin (-1, +295)

The more you thought about it, the more it was true. Sure, Jacob was warm. But just his arms and broad chest weren’t enough. You simply had to combine with him. Simply.

Still giggling, you were about to scroll on to the next post until another shiver came over you. Was it really always this cold?

With a sigh, you texted him. 

im cold

You bit your lip, waiting for a response–any sort of response, disappointing or not. Ultimately, you knew that he was going to respond with a dry “im at work” topped with an adorable emoji heart because you had once told him that his texts sounded menacing. But when the beep of a notification startled you and you looked at the screen, you sat up in alarm.

on my way

And right on cue, you heard footsteps down the hallway and the door unlocking. You were ready to grab something and throw it at the intruder, but when you noticed the familiar tuft of warm brown hair and his kind, kind eyes, you relaxed. And then you straightened again.

“You were home this whole time?” You gawked at him.

“Baby,” He groaned. “I told you in the morning that I was working from home. But of course you didn’t hear me.” He approached you, sitting next to you on the bed.

You huffed, shoving him shyly.

“It’s not my fault you kissed me senseless at the break of dawn. I can’t focus.”

“Why, because I’m such an amazing kisser?”

“Yes.” You scowled. “You are an amazing kisser and that annoys me.”

“You love it, don’t lie.” He smirked. Before you could even come up with some dumb response, he was pulling back the covers and climbing into bed with you. You watched with wide eyes but a shy smile as he maneuvered his way around your body to pull you in close to his chest.

“Shouldn’t you be working from home?”

“My manager can wait. He has cats.”

“What does that–”

“He adores them. So I gave him time to be a cat dad.”

“Ah, how considerate,” You sarcastically replied.

“Admit it, you love cuddling me,” He whispered, letting his hands wander all over your lower back, spreading warmth all throughout.

“Hm,” You hummed, wiggling ever so closer to his body. “It’s not enough,” You simply stated.

He raised an eyebrow with a slightly amused smile.

“Then what more?”

“I have to climb into your skin,” You bluntly replied, though your voice wavered at the end as you tried not to burst out laughing.

He blinked, shifting back slightly to stare at you with narrowed eyes.

“What.”

You frowned and looked at him with a pleading look in your eyes. “Why, is it such a bad idea?”

He only stared at you incredulously. And then he chuckled softly.

“You can’t be serious,” He muttered.

“I am so serious,” You grumbled.

“Mhm,” He teased as he pulled you closer. “And no, I can’t let you do that. That has to be some sort of horror movie concept. Climbing into my skin?”

Instead of humoring him, you sighed and sulked even more. He watched you silently with a fond smile, noticing the way you so frequently leaned into his touch even when you were “mad.”

And then he breathed out a small “fine.” When your eyes lit up, he immediately refuted with a shake of his head.

“Not climbing into my skin. Under my hoodie,” He replied.

“Perfect.” You grinned, lifting up his hoodie so that you could maneuver your way under. It was dark for a moment until your head popped out from the top so that your lips were right in front of his. You smiled giddily, finding this whole situation hilarious.

“You’re too warm,” He complained, leaning his head back when you tucked your face into the crook of his neck.

“Now you know how I feel in the summer.” You scowled.

“Alright, alright,” He laughed. “It’s comfy. Happy?”

“Do you really mean it?” You narrowed your eyes skeptically.

“One-hundred percent,” He whispered, smiling as he wrapped his arms around himself—or more accurately—the both of you.

You smiled. “And thank you.”

“For what?”

“For dealing with me.” You grinned. “Admit it, I’m annoying.”

“You know, if it were possible, I would let you climb into my skin,” He replied. 

“That’s disgusting.” You grimaced.

“So now you realize?” 

“Shut up,” You groaned. “I’m going to sleep.”

“Then sleep,” He chuckled, pulling the covers closer even though his body warmth and hoodie were clear enough. He then leaned in to kiss the top of your head, putting that funny feeling in your heart.

“If I were a worm, would you still love me?” You mumbled. But before you could even hear his answer, you had fallen into a deep sleep.

He smiled fondly without a word, watching you sleep for a while. But then he widened his eyes slightly.

“My work,” He whispered in panic. But when his eyes met your peaceful, sleeping face, he relaxed. “It’s fine. Juyeon’s a cat dad.”

-

The next morning, when you woke up, you were inherently disappointed to see that you were no longer under Jacob’s hoodie. Sitting up, you were met with the sight of a freshly showered boyfriend, his hair attractively wet and his skin oddly glowing.

Yawning, you walked over to where he was sitting at the desk, working from home again, you presumed.

“Can we combine again?” You blurted out.

He looked up at you with a wince. “Don’t say it like that ever again,” He whined. “Plus,” He continued, standing up and rubbing his hands over your arms lovingly. “I don’t have a hoodie on anymore.”

You simply blinked at him, trying to mind-control him somehow.

He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “And I’m working. Few more minutes, promise.”

You frowned but still went to sit back down on the bed. You waited on the sheets, watching him from behind as he typed on the computer. You would never admit it but you were particularly fond of staring at the way his shoulders moved and the way his back muscles showed through his shirt.

Slowly, you began to doze off while still sitting up. Your eyes had grown heavy up until he abruptly turned around with a squeak of his chair.

He smiled softly at you, leaning forward to tuck a finger under your chin to observe your features admiringly.

“Someone’s sleepy,” He sang, getting up and sitting beside you.

“You took too long.” You rolled your eyes.

“Turns out, Juyeon’s cats don’t even like him,” He sighed. “Now he’s on my back for missing work.”

“Sorry.” You frowned.

“Nothing to worry about,” He laughed. “I woke up early to finish it.”

“How early?” You watched him curiously.

“Five in the morning.”

You gasped, slapping him in disbelief. “What do you mean five? Why would you–”

“So I can spend more time with you when you wake up,” Jacob replied, his hand briefly coming up to your hair to smooth it down gently. “So what do you want?”

You slowly relaxed under your touch, in fact, practically turned into jelly when you looked into his deep, brown eyes. Your eyes trailed down to where his other hand was holding yours.

“All of you,” You proudly answered.

“Then…” He grinned before tackling you back into bed. Swiftly, he pulled the blankets over the two of you as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “You have all of me.” You laughed loudly as you allowed him to press you down gently and kiss you all over, the press of your lips decorating your face like stars in the sky. 

“I love the cold weather,” You sighed, speaking up once he was done with his impromptu kissing session. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips were slightly swollen.

“I thought you hated it,” He whispered, pulling you flush into his warmth.

“It’s a good excuse to cuddle you,” You mumbled.

“You don’t need an excuse. You’ll always have me.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I Can't Lie

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, pregnancy, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

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Your wrists ache at the tension around them. Peter keeps your arms pinned behind your head as he bows his head, his mouth toying with each nipple. He’s inside of you but still, as if taunting you, reminding you of the days spent this way.

The fatigue, the tenderness, the overstimulation cord through every inch of you. You’re swollen and sensitive, twitching and whining at every subtle move. His teeth roll your nipple between them, a quick contrast of soft kisses along the curve of flesh. Your breath hitches as your walls squeeze him. You don’t know how much more you can take.

He drags his mouth up your throat, a trail of goosebumps in his stead. He pecks along your neck and chin, finally sealing his lips against yours. You hum into him as he dips his hip down, pushing as deep as he can go. You moan and bend your legs, cradling him between them as they quiver.

“Mmm, mommy, you’re so good,” Peter simpers against your cheek as he wiggles his pelvis.

Your fingers curl as he squeezes your wrists tighter. Slowly, he raises himself up, sinking as deep as he can. You groan as he tilts slowly, easing out then back in. He looks down at the joining of your bodies, the muscles of his stomach, his chest, and down his arms tensing with each torturous thrust.

You pant, slaked in sweat, taut as a spring ready to release. You push your head back and gulp, trying to suck in air as your heartbeat races. He stirs every nerve as he rocks into you deliberately. Tormenting you from the inside out.

His grunts mingle with your weak mewls. He builds his tempo, little by little, urging you closer and closer to the edge. He moves your hands above your head, crossing your wrists as he holds himself over you. 

He thrusts harder but keeps his pace restrained. Each time he slides back, slow and calculating, he slams back in, jerking the bed frame loudly against the wall. You cry out as you clench around him, ripples of pleasure crashing together as you overflow.

“That’s it, mommy, I’m almost there,” he puffs as he rolls his hips, “I’m gonna…”

He growls as he ruts into you, losing all control as he chases his release. You bite down on another whine as he pounds against you mercilessly. He rams to his limit, several short thrusts as he spasms and floods you.

Breathless, he collapses over you. You tremble as his fingertips dance off your sides and send a trickle up your spine. Your arms lay limp against the pillows as your head lolls. He’s worn you out and you know he’s not close to done with you.

He lays with his head beside yours, his humid breath tinging the crook of your neck. He snakes an arm beneath you and nuzzles your throat. He starts again. He rocks without lifting himself, his hand trailing down your side to guide your leg around him.

“Mmm, you like it when I fill you up, mommy,” he nips at your shoulder, “you’re gonna be such a good mommy, huh?”

You hide beneath your eyelids as you bring your hands to brace his damp shoulders. You feel the muscles tense with each thrust, the sheer strength that overrides all resistance. If he had any doubt before, you’ve undone that with your foolish plot.

You turn your head away and open your eyes, staring at the wall as your heart picks up again. Whatever his plan is, he can’t not mold the world to his desire, not like he does you. There are some things that cannot be changed. Not admitting those things will hardly make them less true.

You drag your hand across his back and along his neck. Your fingers twine into his curls, messy with his sweat. He lifts his head and purrs as he kisses your cheek as he carries his tedious rhythm. You moan and pet his hair.

“Peter,” you utter as your chest clutches. It feels as if your heart’s stopped altogether. Your lungs burn as the air flows out of you. Can you really say it?

“Mmm,” he hums and picks along your forehead.

You cradle his face and squeeze your leg around his, stopping him. You force his head up and look him in the eye. A stitch lines his forehead as he holds himself above you. You give a bittersweet smile. This could be it. 

Once he realises you really are too old, that you are useless, he’ll have no need of you. It’s the end and you never expected it to be an easy one. You don’t get to just walk away, free from him. You run your thumb across his cheek and heave.

“I can’t…” you caress his skin as your lips quiver, “I can’t be a mommy. I… the doctor said–”

He goes rigid as his eyes round, “the doctor…”

“I won’t be able to… conceive–”

His jaw ticks as he pulls your hand away from his face. He shoves himself off of you, slipping out roughly so that a tremor rolls over you. He turns away, bouncing across the bed to sit at the foot. You sniff and sit up, holding back a wince.

“I’m sorry, Peter–”

“You keep lying to me,” he stands.

“I was trying to tell you–”

“Don’t,” he stalks across the room without looking back.

You watch his back as it wracks, muscles drawn tight as he balls his hands. He enters the bathroom and slams the door. You flinch and hug yourself as the doom sinks into your gut. What happens now? 

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[zoros-bandana]

can you do a story/one shot where zoro thinks y/n is killed by marines or other pirates they are fighting but then she comes back after a while (you can choose how long) and he is very surprised. he keeps in his emotions around the crew but once him and y/n are alone, he lets it all out and y/n comforts him and apologizes.

you can add smut if you want👀👀

Second Chances

(SFW)

Angst

Warning: mention of death, mention of survivors guilt, mention of violence and battle, possible thriller bark spoilers, possible time skip and post time skip spoilers, possible water 7 spoilers, swearing

Summary: After losing you in Thriller Bark, Zoro lost a part of himself. He thought the worse was over when the crew left but his pain had only just begun. Cut to the crew's reunion, Zoro finds himself in more trouble than before, vulnerable and blindsided to the unexpected visitor in Sabaody.

Word Count: 2,500

   Zoro sat in his pain, suffocating him like a poisonous snake. 

   It was easy for him to hide his true intentions, knowing the damage Thriller Bark had caused him both emotionally and physically. Zoro could shrug off his true feelings with intense training; the pain from his open wounds causing him a searing comfort. However, the crew was clueless to the added pain caused by loosing you. He cared about you; you were his friend. 

Heck, Zoro loved you. 

   Zoro was too proud to say it when you were alive, unaware that there would be a last day with you. You were one of the strongest members of the crew, reassuring his troubled mind you would be safe from harm. 

That was until Thriller Bark. 

   He had never seen you so helpless before, so still, gazing at your body after being struck down; killing you instantly. Luffy’s wounded body pulled him out of shock, knowing he had to step up and protect the remaining crew. 

He couldn’t let it happen again. 

   Zoro selfishly wished it had been someone else so he could protect you better. He wished for you to be with him again. He missed how you would accompany him while he trained or sat with him as he drank. He missed your laugh; your smile. Nothing eased his mind as much as when you were around. He trusted you wholeheartedly, naming you even closer than he was with Luffy, almost becoming a part of himself.

The turmoil that came during Thriller Bark and Sabaody became Zoro’s comfort, getting him through every unbearable day after the other. He was able to feel every emotion in his body, overwhelmed with whiplash of extremes from his own bodily discomfort and flashbacks, to memories and daydreams of you. Once the crew had split, he burrowed himself into training viciously, aiming to forget about you and his hurt, knowing there was a new goal he had; to reunite with his crew. And although he tried to do so, his nights became restless, dreaming of you the moment his eyes shut, every night over those brutal two years.

Zoro knew he couldn't forget you so he sat, weighed down by the ghost of you. A part of him knew he couldn't forget you, but the other part knew, just like with Kuina, there was comfort in knowing his goals and ambitious were driven by two of the people he loved the most.

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“(Y/n)?” Luffy questioned, watching as you swung past them, easily sliding into their battle. 

   Ignoring Luffy’s comment you continued on, refusing to look at any of them; knowing you might break. You had read upon Luffy’s request for the crew, knowing it was exactly what you needed. You missed the crew - missed Zoro - more than anything and were desperate to wiggle back into their lives after what happened. You were unsure if they would understand your reason for leaving them but you had to try.

You had to make things right again. 

   The initial shock had wore off the monster trio, watching in awe as their eyes casted on you again; jumping back into the fight. It was almost like the years apart did not matter, the four of you easily weaving between each other to take out your enemies. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted the familiar tufts of green, your heart soaring at being in Zoro’s presence again.

The abundance of enemies the boys collected served as a buffer, allowing you to distract yourself from any relief looking at them may endure. You hadn’t felt so at peace in a fight for a long time, knowing their company was enough to project whatever strength you had pushed aside since you left them. Knocking down your final victim with a heavy blow you let out a boisterous sigh, knowing the boys were waiting behind you, watching for your next move.

Wiping over your brow with a shaky hand you turned back to your friends, smiling at them as they all looked back at you. You fluttered your eyes between all of them, noticing vastly different looks on all their faces, exactly how you remembered them to be.

Luffy's jaw dropped, gawking with amazement, speechless gasps tickling his throat. Sanji washed over in a love-struck faze, collapsing into a heap as his nose dripped blood. Zoro stood as he usually did, tall and stoic, his emotions covered by a thick wall of unspeakable damage.

Waving nervously you greeted your fellow crewmates, your voice creaking with an uncomfortable shake. For a moment non of the boys said anything, their faces all but speaking for themselves; seeing their once deceased friend alive again.

A sudden bellow parted from Luffy, amused at the strange occurrence to find you here. Placing his hand upon his forehead he projected a sound you recognised well, a typical heartfelt Luffy laugh. You couldn’t help but smile as your captain welcomed your presence once more.

"(Y/N)!' Luffy exclaimed, his laugh quietening down. Quickly switching his movements he came running towards you with outstretched arms "YOU'RE BACK! MY CREW IS BACK TOGETHER AGAIN!"

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Placing your feet back onto the Thousand Sunny you quickly ignored the confused gasps of the remainder of your friends. You understood it had to be an absurd scene to see you return, reuniting with them all seemed all but a dream to those around you.

Greeting everyone else the same you did before, your heart sunk, knowing there was a chance they might not share the same enthusiasm of your captain. You struggled to continue eye contact, flickering to everywhere else but your crew, afraid what their expressions truely meant.

A warm embrace shifted your attention, feeling the limbs of your friend encompassing you; long orange hair from the navigator lingering in your face. Her hug was met with a continuation of her affection, members circling around you both to form a tightly knit hug suffocating you at the centre of it all. Your captain tied you all together, his long arms stretching far around as he babbled on, questions falling from his mouth like he was running out of time to ask them.

Ushering the crew off you for a chance of air, you directed them to sit, mindlessly ignoring their confused questions prompted from Luffy, stringing from one member to the next; fishing for answers. Shifting your feet down under you, you took a seat between Luffy and Robin, waiting for your friends to settle; knowing there were burning questions for you.

"What happened to you?" Robin queried, her voice smooth, tracing no hint of anger in her tone.

"It's a long story..."

"Well please explain" Nami spoke up "I think we all deserve to know what happened"

"You do" you agreed, taking a deep breath in.

"I had a troubling past with some marines - with everybody really. All my life I have been tracked for something I couldn't control and a few years ago I thought I fixed the problem... I thought I was safe with you all... I hid who I truely was from you, disgusting myself and my true form, because I didn't want any of you to be hurt because of me; because of what I am"

"And what are you exactly?"

"I come from a long and powerful linage of rare fae... making me the last of my kind. My entire species was wiped out when I was a child and I have been a leading suspect for most tracking fleets since then... changing myself and making any tracking positions think I am dead was the only way to get by"

"So similar to Robin?" Luffy chimed in, pointing over at the archeologist beside you.

"Well in a way, yes, but when we reached Thriller Bark I knew something was different... I knew there had been a shift in my status and they were catching on I was alive and part of this crew... I had to disappear again before they found me; found you all"

You were met with a circle of silence, their minds working overtime to breakdown everything you said to them. Non of their faces showed any sign of anger of disproval of your return. A good sign, you thought. You sat to answer more of their questions, letting the group slowly disband with their satisfaction, withdrawing to resume a usual routine as if you never left; leaving you to watch still seated on the Sunny’s deck.

Looking up you were met with an outstretched hand, dangling in your face. Following the arm up you met a familiar warm face, a thin smile etched in his beautiful pout. Zoro radiated a comfort that didn’t require words, his mannerism speaking more than he ever could. The two of you knew how to communicate in more ways than one, spurring your closeness before your disappearance. You could tell he wasn’t mad, but the subtle shake in his hand guided there was something he has to say; something in private.

Taking Zoro’s hand you stood up, letting him guide you around the side of the ship; somewhere the two of you knew you would be safe from prying ears. He waited a few seconds before sliding you up against the wall, making sure you were both safe, encapsulating you between his arms either side of your head. Physically, he was different, more scars and muscles than you remember, but the same sweet interior still remained; he hadn’t changed one bit.

“(Y/n)” Zoro boxed you deeper against the wall, his voice groggy from exhaustion. Looking up to meet his eye you hands followed, cupping his cheeks still; taking in how he felt under your fingertips. He was warm under your skin, a radiant glow dancing across his cheeks as you touched him.

“I know… I’m sorry…”

“You were gone” his hands attempted to grip into the wall, lost on how to act, his mind swimming with thoughts of you dead. But you were here again. “You died…”

“No, I didn’t. I just had to disappear for a while, I’m sorry, Zoro, for everything”

   Zoro could feel his voice breaking, gurgling in his throat, forcing his confession to surface. Stubborn tears cradled his eye in a bid to tip over, letting him shut it tight as loose drops trickled down his cheek; your thumb wiping them clean. His lips trembled, breaking his cold behaviour, years of build up regret and longing to have you back looming right in front of him.

“You were gone… you left us… I loved you - I still do - and you just... died… I saw you die… I couldn't protect you... I couldn't bring you back... We had to just leave you there... I left you there... (Y/n), I'm sorry I didn't do anything more to keep you with us... with me...”

   Leaning up slowly you connected your lips to Zoro, reminding him you were here; that you were still alive. In a more perfect world you would have wished for a better first kiss, one where you both stumbled in each others arms after a date; one that made you lightheaded and weak at the knees. However, you knew that would never be the case; not with how your lives intertwined. You both engaged in a treacherous life and perhaps the idea of romance would be only a dream to you both.

But you both had to try.

   Zoro's arms wrapped around your body, pressing you back deeper against the wall. His hands moved into your skin, gripping tight into your flesh afraid you would leave again. He could feel his whole body shake as he engulfed you, wishing to stay like this for the rest of his life. He had only mere dreams of kissing you like this - how you would taste - but nothing compared to how you felt in that moment. Neither of you were sure if it was the intense longing you shared for many years or the abrupt reunion but something founded the kiss in a fever you couldn’t escape.

Satisfied you were real, Zoro broke away, gasping heavily as he continued to hold you close to him. His eye slowly fluttered open to look down at you, now pierced with a hurtful sting of red from his emotions.

"Take me with you next time" Zoro pleaded, squeezing you closer. "I can't be apart from you again"

"Zoro..."

"Please, (Y/n). Promise me you won't disappear on me again; I can't lose you now you're back. I'll keep you safe, so just stay with me"

"I can't promise you that, Zoro"

"Well try to" Zoro barked, changing his tone. "I'm not going to let you leave when things get tough, (Y/n)! We will fight for you again and again to have you with us, we don't care who stands in our way! You were there when we rescued Robin, you know what happens when a member of the crew is in trouble! You are no exception here! You are a part of us, a part of me, and I’ll be fucking damned if I let you slip away from us again!”

Resting your hands down onto Zoro's chest you leaned away from him, taking a moment to think about what he said. You knew it would be cruel to promise him you’d stay or take him with you if you were to leave again; you wished to keep him safe. Any promise to him would simply be a wasted breath, knowing there was no guarantee in your words.

"I understand what you are saying, Zoro, but this is more than just me leaving; there is more at stake. I will do whatever I can to be here with you, but understand that I will always put you and the crew's safety over me and that may include outcomes you might not like. I can't promise anything because I don't know what my future holds; what our future holds"

Your hands wrapped around his thick neck, sliding yourself up into a tight hug. "But for now can we just be? I would like us to exist like this for a while without the thought of being torn apart; can we do that for a while?"

Zoro was quiet, his rapid heartbeat hammering against you as you held onto him, giving him a moment to think clearly. Choking back more abrasive tears he nodded, giving up on fighting you as of now. He wanted to enjoy having you back and if that meant to live oblivious to the outside world for a while he would do it. He would do anything for you.

"Okay" he mumbled, sliding his arms into a more comfortable brace around your body. "We can enjoy what we have now, but when it's time, I will fight for you to stay again. I will fight for you, (Y/n), for the one I love"

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