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kedsandtubesocks · 2 months

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cowboys like us

Bull Rider!Din Djarin x F!Reader x Bronco Rider!Jack Daniels

summary: one cowboy is already a challenge, but two is either going to be your best blessing or worst curse

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, modern rodeo cowboys AU, Din is still a papa and has his baby, light discussion of the rodeo and events, light angst & miscommunication with eventual resolution, Jack & his sweet talk with calling reader ‘baby, honey, sugar,” bar scene with moments of drinking, heavy making out, intense grinding & dry humping, spicy moments, M/M/F & M/M dynamics, polyamorous exploration that leads to eventual poly relationship

word count: 5.9k

a/n: welcome to the first fic of the ‘Let’s Rodeo’ series! I know, I know, this is such a strange combo & AU but I’m such a sucker for cowboy Din and of course Jack decided to barge in and here we are lol, the biggest and deepest thank you’s go to @perotovar @lowlights @nothoughtsjustmeds & @beskarandblasters - this wouldn’t be here without y’all and I’m so eternally grateful…and to you if you’re reading this thank you so much

You wonder if maybe you’ve unknowingly slipped into a strange country song and not realized it.

Popcorn litters the floor all around. The plastic arena seat is a bit uncomfortable. A drunk woman behind you almost spilled beer on you but apologized profusely. There are more cowboy hats here than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

But as you sit in this strange existence a voice over the loudspeaker comes and sparks up your soul. As the announcer’s voice booms, loud screams swallow up the air of the stadium.

You spot him already climbing onto the bronco and your heart jumps into your throat.

“The man smooth as whiskey!” The announcer screams clear and booming with an accented southern pride.

“Give it up for Jack Daniels!”

Shrill shrieks erupt fanatically loud as if the place now morphes into a boy band concert instead of a rodeo competition.

That is until the alarm sounds. The chute opens, and the ride begins.

Focusing on Jack is chaotic. The bronco bucks frenzied trying to throw the cowboy off with a wild strength. His black Stetson hat goes flying and your stomach drops at how rapidly his body whips around. Back and forth, back and forth, he tries holding on with simply one hand.

It’s terrifying. It’s hypnotic.

Then it’s over fast.

The beautiful horse flings off Jack and he lands on the dirt. You clutch the edge of your plastic seat. The horse continues bucking and your mind rushes to the worst case scenario of the creature’s strong might rearing down on Jack.

Then the cowboy springs up like nothing.

A smile even illuminates his handsome face and it ignites the crowd into a gleeful roar.

You don’t even know if he did good. You barely understand the point system or average or whatever it is.

The horse thankfully settles and Jack struts away effortless.

Suddenly Jack’s salt of the earth eyes flick up. He scans the crowd until his gaze lands on you.

The seat you’re in sits close to the edge of the arena, on the floor just right outside the ring.

Then, with all the confidence of a man whose job it is to ride a bucking bronco, Jack blows you a kiss.

The drunk woman behind you along with her friends scream their heads off thinking he blew the kiss to them. Maybe he did. He’s a damn flirt. You even glance backward to see one of the girls, very drunk, tries to calm herself down from freaking out.

Jack now walks heads to the side to exit. His eyes however stay glued to you. And the minute you turn back to stare at him…he winks.

Then he vanishes.

This cowboy might be this event’s closer, but this isn’t the end of the rodeo for you. The incoming bull rides shift the air. It’s considered another heavy hitter main event and the anticipation bubbles.

Unlike Jack, who arrives like a firecracker ready to brighten up any room he enters, this cowboy emerges like a shadow.

Keeping his head down, it doesn’t help that a protective mask covers his handsome face. However, the energy radiating off the cowboy’s deadly focus composure is like a quiet storm on the horizon.

He stays silent, doesn’t even lift his eyes up, almost in a focused trance.

“Mr. Silent and Deadly himself… Din Djarin!” The announcers boom out his name.

Then you watch as the man becomes a myth, one who tames a wild force of nature.

Din and bull fly out of the chute with a choking force.

In the same way your breath stopped watching Jack getting bucked around, the same dizzying panic fills you as Din battles the same force.

He stubbornly stays on, rides as the bull thrashes around. You wonder if this is where some mythologies stem from because it is something unreal watching this man move with this powerful creature.

The crowd hoots and hollers cheering Din on. You stay petrified in your seat.

Then the ride finishes fast.

Din flies off the bull and your breathing stops. Rapidly the trainers along with other cowboys scramble to settle the bull and check on Din. The bull rider casually rises up unbothered, unshaken, and the crowd goes wild.

You exhale a loud shaken sigh of relief. Your body feels like jello, as if fear has finally been exorcized from your body leaving you a boneless mess.

Suddenly Din rips the guard mask off and all attention falls to him. Sweat adds a shine to his face and his hair is a tousled mess but he’s never looked more gorgeous.

“What the fuck?! Dude, he’s hot too?!” Someone squawks out.

The ladies sitting behind you of course notice Din and squeal out feverishly. Unlike Jack, an actual peacock who owns the crowd basking in the attention, Din’s face stays lowered with his eyes averted shyly.

Until his dark eyes suddenly flicker up, like a viper peering out from a cave. His eyes find you surprisingly fast.

You and him simply stare at each other. Then so quickly Din averts his eyes away again and heads off.

The shakiest exhale leaves you.

Your heartbeat drums loud in your ears as if you were the one who just finished the wild rides. And maybe you did in your own way.

“Oh my fucking god!” Behind you one of the girls screams. “So many hot cowboys! Like, how the fuck do you pick just one?!”

Alcohol drenches her playful words. However, to you they become barbed and catch on your heart. Because how do you pick between two handsome cowboys different as day and night.

“Babe!” One of the girls giggles. “That’s the secret, you don’t pick just one! You have ‘em all!”

She howls a wild laugh and the others scream scandalized but gleeful. One of them even jokingly says ‘so you gotta catch ‘em all like pokemon!’ which almost makes you laugh.

But the words hang in your heart like a rusting anchor.

Grabbing your bag, you head out. Arriving at the backstage area of the arena, you flash the visitor’s access pass to security who lets you through. You’ve only done this a few times before but your heart still races getting this type of entrance.

Earlier today Din said he’d wait for you after in the small rest waiting room. When you open the door, you stumble upon a sight.

Jack's hand firmly holding Din’s face -

As the two men passionately kiss each other.

Jack’s taller than Din, slightly, not by much. Din’s build however is firmer, solid, compared to Jack’s sleek stature.

Immediately they both break away from each other as if electrocuted.

Din and Jack’s eyes catch sight of you and their faces fall. Din whispers your name out while Jack stays silent.

Reality rams into you like a released wild bull.

Because you realize you’ve interrupted them. You're barging in, an actual third wheel.

You want to move, want to say something. But you can’t even imagine what. It clicks that you read this whole situation wrong. Maybe neither of them actually held feelings for you.

A sudden loud knock on the wall makes you and the cowboys practically jump.

One of the event announcers pops his head in casually.

“Hey sorry, but you’re needed out back Djarin.” He says to Din then leaves.

Even with the surprise arrival and then departure, the thick tension doesn’t leave the air. If anything it’s caused a strange vacuum to form.

Jack now breathes out your name hesitantly. Yet, his eyebrows are furrowed hard, concerned and upset. Din’s dark eyes shine so visibly soaked with worry.

Before you can even say anything one of Jack’s main coaches and manager, Champ, waltzes in. He’s a striking presence that draws all the focuses to him

Champ whistles loud. “Who died in here?”

No one says a word.

“Alrighty then,” Champ shrugs, not wanting to dive into whatever he senses.

“Daniels come on,” he urges. “I ain’t waiting anymore. They’re probably waiting for you too Dinny.”

Champ’s nickname for Din, which Din himself detests, makes you smirk and brightens your spirit for a moment.

But the awful tension stays sticking to your skin allowing a poison to seep in.

“Hey there, sweet pea.” Champ nods his head acknowledging you. With a weak smile you nod back.

You politely excuse yourself and leave.

The walk out of the arena is the longest of your life.

Everything you just saw flashes through your mind a rapid flip picture book. You can process what you saw but can’t fully grasp it.

Even outside, the roar of the rodeo swirls around even in you.

You might have wandered into a country song earlier but you didn’t realize it was going to be a heartbreak one.

You met Din first in a grocery store parking lot.

It had been a total accident. Literally. You had gotten into a small fender bender with him in the parking lot of a grocery store.

He drove the oldest silver Honda Civic ever still existing and still can’t believe it didn’t even manage to take a hit. You were also horrified when you saw there was a baby sleeping away in the car.

Yet the entire time Din was so kind and concerned about your wellbeing.

You didn’t realize it then, but that shy and very handsome scruffy man with his ancient Honda Civic would change the orbit of your life.

Because that day you accidentally collided with a cowboy, it opened your world like a vast desert horizon.

Jack arrived soon after.

If Din was the soft daybreak, then Jack came in like a dust devil.

Though they competed in two different categories, you discovered many rodeo circuits crossed paths.

When you went to visit Din months ago at the ranch housing many of the cowboys for training, that’s when you first met Jack.

He walked straight up to you and asked if you were lost because he was concerned heaven was missing an angel.

He hasn’t shut his mouth since.

Before it was simply you and Din. But Jack is a force that seems to barge his way in like the wild broncos he rode.

He is shameless in flirting. He often playfully touches yours and Din’s cheeks often, or casually drapes himself over you or his fellow cowboy.

Din on the other hand is quietly sweet. He routinely sends you photos of the sunrises of all the cities he travels to.

So opposite, they almost are like the sun and moon.

You began caring for them fiercely and fell so fast.

But now, you contemplate if you simply played yourself a fool becoming your own rodeo clown.

All the ideas, all the heavy conflict of having to pick between the two of them, taste bitter on your tongue. You take a long swing of your drink to hopefully wash it away. It doesn’t.

Din texted you asking to please meet him here at this bar near the secondary training arena and now you wait.

It’s lively tonight. Even after being thrown into the world of cowboys, or rodeo circuits, sitting in the honky tonk bar feels as if you’re on another planet. The music thankfully has a nice beat so you enjoy the song playing.

Someone slides in besides you, not even sitting on the bar stool.

“You seem lonely.” The voice of a stranger.

Besides you, a lanky college freshman looking guy leans against the bar staring at you.

“Just waiting for a friend.” You politely answer.

“Well, maybe you’d like some company waiting?”

You’re about to decline when a looming presence arrives at your back.

“Sorry there buckaroo, but this lovely peach is taken for the night.”

Jack’s smooth voice rings out and shocks your system.

The stranger’s face drops comedically fast and the punk scrambles away without another word.

You turn around and it isn't just Jack behind you but Din is as well.

Jack wears his black cowboy hat and you’re surprised to see Din in one as well. He rarely wears his Stetson but it transforms him.

In typical western, the dark midnight cowboy hats are that of the outlaws, the bandits. One of Din’s managers, an older man named Cobb Vanth, once told you that.

And maybe these two are.

Yet, even as bandits, they stand before you like two country romance song dreams. The kaleidoscopic lights dance and radiate off them.

Din mutters your name with hesitation swirling in his eyes.

Panic prickles against your skin. You’re not ready yet.

So you turn to the bartender and order three rounds.

“Honeypie, we gotta talk.” Jack says low, strikingly somber.

Shaking your head, you swallow hard. “Not now. I just…can we just please…just wait for a moment.”

Please let’s just enjoy this false dream a little longer, is what your heart whispers out.

“Of course.” Din mutters and they both move to sit on either side of you, a sort of barricade you’re already missing.

The drinks come and in a nervous quiet move you and the cowboys cling your glasses together. Everyone tosses the shot back. The tequila burns and helps slightly.

You decide if this a goodbye to this dream, you want to at least enjoy it a bit tipsy. So you order another round.

“Careful.” Din urges, ever the cautious one.

“Come on.” You now perk up. “You two both scored high yesterday! We gotta celebrate.”

Which is true. Even with your brewing heartbreak, you still got excited seeing their scores from the app alert. Because that’s the person you’ve become. You have apps on your phone dedicated to rodeo cowboy scores. Well, you might be deleting those apps soon.

You move to take the next shot.

You raise your glass to your two dear cowboys - the ones who you text everyday, the ones you try facetiming as much as you can, your dearest friends.

And maybe that’s all they will be.

You toast to their scores and to them.

Din’s eyes hold a pained shine in them that makes your heart twist. Jack instead wears a rather terrifying steeled up composed face.

You feel empty taking this shot and only Jack throws his back with you. Din even doesn’t touch his drink.

This time the tequila goes down warm and numbing.

The alcohol begins to work its confidence magic in you as you tease Din for not wanting to drink with you. He however glares at you and you’re reminded of an unwavering mesquite tree.

Maybe this is a bad decision.

You can’t be selfish about this. These two found each other. All those moments you thought they had feelings you simply had read the situation wrong.

“Look,” you sigh now, deflated. “I’m sorry-”

Jack suddenly smacks his hand against the bar countertop. It’s aggressively firm, a loud startling whack of a noise.

“Dancin’.” Jack declares loudly. “We’re gonna dance.”

“What? You and him?” You ask over the music.

“No.” Jack snaps. “We’re all goin’. So get your asses up.”

Din scoffs.

Jack, with firm hands yanking on yours and Din’s sleeves, actually drags everyone to the dance floor.

You can’t comprehend what’s happening. The floor is heavily crowded and no one notices three more additions.

“I don’t dance.”

“I can’t dance.”

Both you and Din fling out the same hurried replies to Jack.

He barks a laugh.

“It ain’t about being good at dancin’. S’about feelin’ the music, feelin’ the beat.” He yells back and then instantly transforms into a commanding force.

Sliding behind you, Jack turns you around to face Din.

His and your eyes go wide.

Jack then reaches to yank at Din’s dusty jacket, effectively pulling him forward -

Straight to your front.

Your heart hammers loud in your ears, so loud it drowns out the music blaring.

“Relax.” Jack purrs out. “Just…feel.”

You want to bark back about how that’s easier said than done. But your tongue gets tied up so badly you can’t form words.

Then one of Jack’s solid hands moves to your hips while the other reaches across to rest against Din’s shoulder.

You’re locked into them.

Jack begins to move you slowly.

The music shifts into something sultry, almost aching to be a slow dance, but a lively beat keeps it moving. You didn’t even think country songs could have this kind of vibe. Even though Jack mainly guides your hips, you already start swaying to the beat on your own.

That’s when Jack slowly bumps and nudges his hip against yours, fully pressing you closer to Din.

The position isn’t lost on you. It’s undeniably intimate, overly sexual, and you’re worried how this looks to others in the bar.

Then Din presses forward firmer against you and your mind blanks for a moment. Now sandwiched between a cowboy canyon, a dangerous heat burst from your chest.

Jack moves his nose against your face.

“Relax gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just enjoy.”

Your eyes hazing over flicker to Din who stares out with a deep desire swimming in his eyes. Cautiously his hands now move to rest on your hips. One of them goes on top of Jack’s.

You swallow hard and pray the lingering liquid courage will bless you.

Deliberately, sensually, your hips wiggle and grind between the two of them. You might not be properly dancing right or even swaying to the beat, but desire is the one guiding your body.

Many times nights alone in your bed you've thought of them like this with you. And now, you’re here caught in the sticky heart of that passionate desire.

Din dives forward and presses his face against yours.

Jack groans as his nose buries into your hair. Their cowboy hats create a sort of cover over you casting a shade against the glittering bar lights.

You’re literally under their shadow.

“Oh baby.” Jack whimpers.

Your hands, which you awkwardly kept close to your chest almost afraid to touch this dream and have it pop like a soap bubble, now tingle. You want to touch them both as much as you can.

So one of your hands slides up to hold onto Jack’s face while your other runs up Din’s broad chest to his shoulder. Your hips continue to sway and grind between them.

Then, like a spark ignited, something shifts.

Maybe it’s more people crowding in on the dance floor, or the heat finally bubbling over, but you’re suddenly squished firmly between them, practically glued together. Din’s face, his striking nose, presses against yours while Jack burrows the side of his face against your cheek.

They purposely rut into you. You think this is maybe the closest taste of what it would feel like for them to fuck you and you drown in it.

With Din and Jack, both hard, grinding against your front and back, your eyes close. A debauched sensation sinks its claws into you. It’s sinful and utterly deliriously delicious. You worry you’re about to melt.

Lust rips through you, an incinerating beast, and you bow to it.

In that haze, Din leans down and licks the sweat on your neck. His tongue against your skin, electrifies you. You ascend out of your body and moan.

Your body bucks up hard begging for attention and release only to find you’re still firmly caught between a cowboy canyon.

Jack shushes you firm but low. “G’damn y’all ‘re gonna be the death of me.”

His voice slurs, almost sounded drunk in something dangerous. Din continues licking at your neck not stopping once.

Suddenly Jack moves and shifts your body. The jostling breaks the movement and snaps you aware, like you’re slowly waking up, wearily trying to recapture your focus.

Quickly he snags your hand and Din’s. Out of reflex you clutch onto Din’s jacket. Jack, now a focused man on a mission, guides the three of you out of the crowd.

“Where are we going?” Din mutters against your face.

“Don’t know.” You answer truthfully.

You can’t tell where Jack guides you. The haze still fogging up your focus keeps you surprisingly pliant. It also doesn’t help that Din now practically drapes himself against your back, a protective cowboy like cloak. His lips continue to softly try and kiss any inch of skin he can reach.

You never thought he’d be the greedier one.

Jack guides everyone down a hallway past the restrooms. He even shouts a friendly greeting at someone. Of course he would know people here.

“Get your asses in here.” Jack now growls and his accent seems stronger.

That’s where he opens a door to a small back office type room and barrels everyone inside.

Jack’s not gentle. He almost yanks everyone in like a panicking kid trying to hide something from their parents. The door slams behind him. You’re transported into a badly lit mess of an office.

Jack whips around, pitches forward and before you can react he moves to attack your neck alongside Din.

His tongue licks a possessive strip up to your jaw then starts biting at your skin.

A wild moan escapes you as your eyes blissfully close.

You’re burning up. Your body, now molten, is only held up by your cowboys pressing flat against you. Both Jack’s mustache and Din’s faint beard scrape against your skin beautifully. Two tongues maping out your skin makes your mind evaporate. Every inch of your body screams for them.

That’s when you feel Jack drag his tongue on your neck down towards Din.

With another playful nip at your skin, Jack moves to lick against Din’s mouth still on you.

The wildest moan escapes you and you almost come right then.

Both cowboys almost kiss each other while also trying to still taste at your neck has you absolutely dizzy.

It’s hot and consumes every inch of you. You’re panting ridiculously loud and you can’t even hold back your whines or whimpers anymore. Slick pools between your thighs and sticks to your body. Your neck feels just as wet with the spit covering your skin.

Suddenly a loud aggressive bang rattles the door and your perfect illusion pops.

Panic barrels into you like a wild bull and your eyes go wide.

But your cowboys react fast. Din protectively curls his sturdy arm over you and draws you closer. Jack whips around and stands protectively in front as if to block the view.

Thankfully no one opens the door.

“Ya better not be fuckin’ on my god damn couch, Daniels!” A man howls with laughter.

“No fuckin’ way in hell.” Jack hollers back. “Not when your nasty ol’ ass calls its home.”

From the other side of the door the owner of this room laughs electrically loud. The man smacks on the door twice, an almost playfully goodbye.

The blazing heat that was melting you now simmers out like a fast dying out ember. An awkwardness settles in its place.

Your mind sorts through the heavy doubts again. Were you just a toy for them to play with? And even though a more aggressive side urges you to just enjoy and not think more into this, you don't want to be seen as just an accessory to their duo.

So slowly and quietly you untangle yourself from them.

Din mutters your name slightly confused and Jack turns around looking towards you.

“Where ya headin’ out to, peach?” Jack asks surprisingly composed.

You quietly tell them you’re gonna head home. A thick tension returns, choking the room.

Din calls your name, solid and striking.

“We need to talk.” His words are firm.

You want to make a sarcastic quip that they weren’t much for talking a few moments ago. But you don’t. You want to go home, maybe wash your skin off till you reach bone. You want to wash them away because it’s sinking in.

This last taste of desire is maybe your goodbye.

“Now why ya gotta make it sound like we’re talkin’ about a goddamn funeral, darlin’?!” Jack huffs annoyed.

Din shoots him a sharp annoyed look.

Darlin’

You’ve never heard Jack call his fellow cowboy that.

His nicknames for Din ranged from ‘pigeon’ to ‘sourpuss’ all were affectionately teasing in nature. Now the tender pet name holds the unspoken truth, as if seeing them kissing didn’t solidify it earlier.

“I’m sorry, I just…I read this wrong…” your voice becomes small and deflated. You would head home with a broken pride, but you didn’t want to be bitter about this.

Your eyes flicker up to them.

“You two… I’m glad you both found each other.” You smile weakly, the strongest attempt at being honorable and good. Yet the words turn to ash on your tongue.

You promise you’ll text them when you get home and now turn to leave again.

“The fuck s’that all about?” Jack snarls and his words snap your spine straight.

“Jack.” Din chides him sharp and your attention whips back to them a bit panicked.

Anger, along with the faintest edge of annoyance, colors Jack’s handsome face as he glares at you.

Your face scrunches up confused. What is he so upset about?

“The three of us were practically just humping like fuckin’ barn animals in heat and you wanna say shit like that?” A hot flash runs in Jack’s eye and you swear he even sounds hurt.

“Don’t say it like that.” Din glares.

Your eyes flicker between them and an edge of panic starts crawling on your skin.

“Wait, what?” You mutter out confused.

Silence suffocates the room and it feels like you’ve entered into a classic western standoff waiting to see who will strike first.

“Oh baby,” Jack’s gentle exhale shatters the moment as his eyes stare so directly at you. “Ya haven’t realized it?”

“What?” You squeak out confused.

“We’re crazy for ya… like a bunch of fools tangled up in a damn lasso.”

Jack’s words ignite a flurry of sparks within your chest that knock you breathless.

Turning towards Din, you notice his Stetson hat slid off, possibly during the heat of the moment earlier. But it allows you the clearest view of his gruff face and you think he’s never looked younger. His face is open. Hesitation and worry linger in Din’s dark road eyes reminding you of how secretly tender hearted this cowboy is.

Then Din nods so slowly, agreeing.

You almost choke on an inhale.

The sudden thought of picking between them has a fanged spike of anxiety rushing through you.

You didn’t want to pick. But, were you being selfish because of that?

Sensing your hesitation, or catching whatever emotions now flood your face, both cowboys now hesitantly move towards you.

“Talk to us, please.” Din softly urges.

Your voice cracks, tripping on itself annoyingly conflicted. But you manage to cough out that you don’t think you can pick between them. You don’t think you ever could and you’re worried your heart might not even handle it.

“Oh sweet baby,” Jack breathes out.

Suddenly the back of his hand tenderly strokes your cheek. Din gently glides his hand to your back and softly rubs you soothingly.

Your heart jumps into your throat at their sudden shift in affections.

“You don’t have to worry…or pick.” Din explains softly and with comfort.

Wait.

“You both…” you exhale shakily. “You two want me? Want us?”

For some reason, the notion of ‘us’ strikes you right then and there. That idea of you and them becoming an ‘us’ feels like the most natural progression in your mind.

Your best friend, when you told her about you and these cowboys, had cautiously asked if there was maybe a possibility of a poly type relationship happening. You immediately shot her down, not even wanting to think of the option.

But if you had been honest, a part of you started feeling guilty at the thought of wanting that. You enjoyed spending time with Jack just as much as Din. And you enjoyed spending time with them together.

Now you stand on the new ground of something beautiful waiting for you to step into.

“Sweetheart, hate to break it to ya…but we’ve been an us even before our dumbasses even realized it.” Jack snorts.

Din rolls his eyes and you snicker. But Jack is right.

Tentative date-like nights included Jack joining. Jack constantly invited both you and Din to his ridiculously lavish RV he used for the rodeo road trip days. That eventually led to days where you and Jack waited together for Din to finish. Or Din and you watching Jack practice. Din even began bringing his adoptive son over and Jack took to the baby like a fish to water.

This path you unknowingly had been on now is about to be crystalized before you and it warms every bit of your soul.

But a sharp fanged doubt suddenly gnaws at you.

“Wait,” your voice wavers. “This…this isn’t the alcohol talking right?”

Din sighs, shaking his head no but Jack answers first.

“‘Fraid not gorgeous. Been wanting this for a while.”

All worries get snipped and float out of your body leaving you so limitless.

Din leans to draw you into his side embrace and burrows his face against you.

“Sorry we didn’t discuss this sooner.” He mutters. “It all just…kind of happened.”

You understand and lean back against him. Din exhales shaky, soaked in a relief you can almost feel in your bones.

“Now, now, you two angels can’t go leavin’ out ‘ol Jack.” Of course Jack chimes in.

“Maybe it’s time we rethink this.” Din dryly comments and you laugh when Jack squawks out like a disgruntled crow.

But he effortlessly manages to borrow against both you and Din. It’s a little cluster, a soft clanging of bodies, but it’s cozy and feels right.

Someone yells outside the door laughing and your heart jumps.

“Whose office are we even in?” Din mutters out.

“Jimmy’s. Well technically mine too since I own the bar with him.” Jack casually drops.

Of course he did.

“And as cozy as it is here,” Jack adds gently. Both of their hands now intertwine against your hip.

“I say we move this little party somewhere nicer, like let’s say…my trailer?” Jack offers.

His RV is nice. Din’s is very spartan compared to Jack’s that had a full king sized bed and jacuzzi.

They truly are your sun and moon, so opposite and yet so beautifully brightening up your sky. A beautiful buoyant bliss fills you knowing you’re in their orbit, just as much as they’re in yours.

Din’s baby boy is a fidgety one. While he enjoys running around, he also loves to watch the world form anyone’s welcoming arms.

Which at the moment happens to be yours.

The baby chews happily on his favorite adorable stuffed longhorn plushie while the two of you enjoy the peace of the arena.

Without the noise, the yells and commotion of the crowd, or the sea of cowboy hats, the arena is strangely quiet, almost church-like in its own way. You understand now how it can even inspire a deep devotion.

After all, you see it through the eyes of two cowboys.

The baby happily shrieks and begins twisting in your arms. You turn to see what’s gotten his attention.

“Why howdy there my lil’ tumbleweed!” Jack warmly cries out and without hesitation scoops the sweet little boy into his arms.

The baby squeals in delight as Jack peppers him with kisses. Your heart melts at the sight.

“Don’t worry, didn’t forget about you too darlin’.” Jack winks and leans to kiss you soft now.

His mustache tickles your lips and you smirk. He also playfully and lightly smacks your bottom. You shoot him a look while Jack innocently shrugs.

“Our cowboy come out yet?” He asks.

You shake your head. Not yet. Din being ever the respectful man he is, allowed the others to use the practice bull first and took the last slot available for the practice times.

However, his team and the others arrive just as fast. Din steps out, the true silent assassin he’s regarded as. He’s memorizing to watch, so deeply focused and intense.

The baby now whines at being held and demands to be put down.

“Don’t worry I’ll watch him, you watch Din.” You reassure Jack while he places baby boy on his feet. The baby immediately waddles away, absolutely giddy to be free.

“Lil’ stinker.” Jack affectionately teases with adoration shining in his eyes.

Your eyes now watch the curious little babe you treasure so dearly. Behind you though, the training starts.

The clang of the chute being prepared and the commotion of the team getting ready fills the arena.

Then the alarm blares. The loud noise has the baby jolting in surprise. Before he can cry at the sudden noise, you quickly scurry over and swoop him back in your arms. You playfully press a loud raspberry against his sweet chubby cheeks and he giggles.

The noise of the ride erupts with the thrashing of the bull and the upheaval of the dirt.

Then, it’s all over.

“Attaboy!” Jack cries with a loud proud clap.

The baby, now fully distracted by the commotion, seems happy in your arms again as you approach Jack’s side.

Quickly your gaze goes to the arena to make sure Din’s alright.

“How did he do?” You ask about Din.

“Better! Still ain’t as good as yesterday's time but rides like these just help keep ya warm and flexible.” Jack explains.

With the bull settled, Din moves towards Vanth to discuss the ride.

Din draws his helmet up and already has so much sweat on his face. It’s unfair how handsome he is, rugged and adorably scruffy.

“Bweh!” The baby happily spots his papa and squeaks.

The noise causes all in the ring to turn towards where you three stand. Cobb Vanth grins kindly and Din’s eyes soften immediately spotting your little cheering group.

“Yeah lil cowpoke, you didn’t get to see how good your papa was, but he did great.” Jack coo’s as he softly smooths out the baby’s hair.

With a pat on the back from his manager, Din jogs over to you and Jack.

It’s unique, this new carved out existence of yours with them. But it’s beautiful and feels as if it’s always meant to be, like this has been in your veins long before you even knew.

Din reaches the edge of the ring and you and Jack shower him with praise. It’s adorable watching him get flustered at all the attention given to him, especially when you lean and Jack lean to kiss his cheeks.

“Seems like your ridin’s was a little rusty today though, cowboy.” Jack purrs. “Maybe we should all have a nice private lesson after this.”

“Hope those lessons aren’t with you. Last time you were out by the second count.” Din, like the surprisingly snarky man he is, effortlessly replies back as snatches the baby wiggling trying to for him.

Jack squawks hilariously upset and you snicker as your heart fills to the brim.

The arena is quiet, a sacred space that watches over all of you together like this. And it’s special, having this moment here with both of them.

You think there might not be many country songs about snagging two cowboys, but it’s okay.

You find this song in your heart feels eternal.

#omg first fic of the series AHHH and if you’re reading this know I’m seating you front row to this rodeo thank you forever #let’s rodeo fic series #cowboy din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #Jack Daniels x reader #Jack Daniels x f!reader #agent whiskey x reader #Din Djarin x Reader x Jack Daniels #din djarin x you #Jack 🤎#Din 🩶#cowboys like us tag

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Indecent Proposal (10)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexy mobsters, fluff, voyeurism, established Stucky, reverse cowgirl, grinding, groping, breeding kink, a lil angst, bitchy ex, smut, unprotected sex

Indecent Proposal (9.2)

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“See, the little getaway with our pretty doll was a great idea,” Bucky purrs while running his hand up and down his cock. He doesn’t care about the luxurious ambiance of the cabin they bought, only for you. His eyes are glued to you and his husband.

Steve is sitting on one of the comfortable armchairs and watches you move backward to sit in his lap. “Lift your cute ass again, baby. I’m gonna give you what you are craving.”

Bucky watches you slowly sink on his husband’s cock. “Slow, sweetness,” Steve helps you steady your body. You want to try something new with the blonde, so you take your righteous place on the throne he offers. “Good girl, now open up for me.”

You lean back against his chest and allow Steve to guide you down on his cock. He groans in your ear, almost sounding desperate as you eagerly roll your hips to test the best position.

“Fuck, he’s so big, Bucky,” you look the brunette straight in the eyes while his husband cups your tits to play with your nipples.

“Do you want a cowboy hat too,” Bucky mirrors your smirk. “You look so pretty on top of Stevie.” He drops his eyes to your cunt. “Even better stuffed with his cock.”

“She’s a good girl,” Steve gives you a few shallow thrusts. “Right, doll? You are so good for me and Bucky.” The blonde moves one hand between your legs to pinch your clit. “I asked you a question!”

“YES!” you breathlessly reply. You’re already on the edge and can’t wait to feel Steve fill you up too. On your flight to your secret cabin, you already sucked him off while his husband ate your cunt until you came all over his face.

Now you start bouncing up and down, while his husband pleasures himself. Bucky groans and grunts, urging you on to move faster, and give his husband what he’s craving.

“I bet her womb will welcome your spunk too, Stevie. She will have all of our babies and look so pretty when I suck milk from her tits.”

You can feel Steve’s cock throb inside of you. He’s close to losing it only from the way you grind back and forth. “Shit, stop talking like that, Buck. I could cum right now and fill her up.”

“Do it,” you whine. “Please. I don’t care if I cum. I only want to feel you use my cunt and breed it. Give me your seed. Make me yours.”

“Oh, fuck taking it slow,” Steve growls. He lifts you off his lap and stands up to push you onto the bed. You end up bending over, Steve behind you. “Have my cock, whore.”

He slips back inside and immediately grips your hips. Steve loses all control. He slams into you without holding back. “Harder,” you gasp and moan. “Cum inside of me. Fuck me until I cry. Break me!”

“Stevie…doll!” Bucky makes an odd noise. His cum hits Steve’s back and ass, but the blonde doesn’t stop.

He pins you to the mattress with his weight and starts battering your cunt. Steve is rutting into you deep, and slow.

He growls in your ear, whispering all the filthy thoughts swirling in his mind. “You’re my whore. Mine. I’ll give you a baby. No one will take you away from us. This cunt is ours. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you can only take his punishing thrusts and give up control. All the softness is gone. This is primal fucking, and the need to get bred, and to breed. “I’m yours…”

“Of course you are ours,” Bucky slaps his husband’s ass. “Fuck her harder. I want to see her broken and filled with cum. Maybe I’ll give her a load later too.”

They are talking about you as if you aren’t even there with them, but all you can think about is that you want this more than anything. Giving up control, and letting these men give you what you have been craving for so long.

“Fuck,” you fist the sheets. “I want to feel it.” Steve groans into your ear feeling your cunt tighten around him. “Now.”

“Shit…doll…” He cums with a shout of your name and collapses on top of you. For a moment you both don’t move. Steve nuzzles his face in your neck while you lie on the bed, a little shell-shocked at your change of mind.

Weeks ago you were afraid of them and wanted to run for the hills. Now you willingly let them fill you up.

“So pretty when you cum,” Bucky pats your head. “Did he make you feel good, baby doll? I bet he did.”

“Yeah…” You weakly reply. “So good…”

“I think she needs a break,” Steve slowly pulls out of you. “Damn, she looks good filled with cum.”

He gets up to look at your abused cunt. “Give me my phone, baby. I wanna take a picture.”

“You perv,” Bucky throws the phone at Steve. “I want a close-up.”

“Who’s the perv here,” Steve snaps a few pictures while his husband kneels on the bed to knead your ass. “Give her a break, Buck.”

“Break…and food…” You are almost asleep when you feel like you are floating on air. One of them picked you up to carry you inside the bathroom while the other prepared a warm bath for you, and them.

“Good thing I wanted the biggest bathtub I could get,” Bucky smirks at his husband. “Now we can all have a bathtub party.”

“So, what are we doing here?” You look around the deserted store. “I thought we got everything we’ll need at the cabin.”

“We wanted to grab a few more things,” Bucky wraps his arm around your shoulders while his husband busies himself with the wine. “Steve, we’ve got more than enough wine. Let’s get this over with. I want to go home and chase you around the bedroom until you give up and let me fuck your sweet peach.”

“Buck, not here,” Steve grunts. “I want to get more wine and food. You never know if there will be more snow.”

“Oh yeah, wine and white chocolate will save us,” the brunette snorts. “Do you want to have a look at their more interesting stuff? I saw chocolate flavored lubed over there.”

“Bucky,” you grunt. “Not here.”

“You are both so boring in public. I bet,” Bucky licks his lips, “you would let me fuck you right here, next to the shelf with chocolate. A sweet sin next to sweet things.”

“Buck, behave. We have time to get naughty when we are back at the cabin,” Steve tuts. He can be such a prude in public and the kinkiest man in the bedroom. “We got everything. Doll, do you need anything?”

“Uh-for how long are we going to stay here?” You quirk a brow. “I need lady toiletries if we stay for longer.”

“Soon you won’t need them,” Bucky pecks your cheek. “Go ahead and get all you need. I’ll grab the good stuff while Steve gets more wine.”

You aimlessly walk through the store. Steve and Bucky never stray too far. You can hear them chat about wine and food.

They look like a normal, almost domestic pair to anyone but you. You’re the only person at the store knowing about their profession.

“If that ain’t the new toy,” a woman snarls as you are about to have a look at the ice cream. “What’s your name, sugartits?”

“What?” You blink a few times. The woman seems to talk to you, but you have no clue what she wants.

“You heard me! Did they promise you to love you too?” She sneers when Bucky and Steve make their way toward you. “I bet they did. You should watch your back.” She snaps at you. “If you don’t, you end up stabbed. They don’t love anyone but themselves.”

One angry look from Bucky, and the woman flees. Leaving you speechless and stunned.

You didn’t expect them to fall in love with you. Hell, you don’t know whatever is going on between you and them. Still, her words have you worried…

“Doll, she’s a frustrated bitch who doesn’t want us to get happy with you. Please believe me, she doesn’t mean shit to us. We haven’t seen her for almost three years,” Bucky sighs as you pull away.

You sniff and look away. “If we ever break up, will you say the same about me? Maybe you only want me to have your heir and kick me out the moment I pop out your baby.”

“Y/N, we should all calm down,” Steve softly says. “You see the woman at the store was Peggy Carter. A former love interest. Buck and I had something going on with her some years back. It was an on-and-off kind of thing. Sex only.”

“We broke things up because she got possessive over Steve,” Bucky makes a face. “You are important to us. I don’t know if it’s love, but we care for you.”

“If we are having a baby, you will be their mother. Bucky and I will not let you go. Not now, not ever. You are ours and belong with us.”

“And we belong with you,” the brunette adds. “This is not all about kinky sex, doll.” He smirks and undresses you with his eyes. “Even though, I want you to watch me have my way with Steve.”

“Okay,” you nod. “If we are going to bring new life into this…” You wrinkle your forehead. “Let’s call it a relationship. I want to clarify I few rules.”

“Oh, sweet doll,” Bucky purrs and is about to pounce on you. “I’m all for rules.”

“Bucky, she’s not wrong. We should talk about rules and our future together. Y/N needs safety and stability.”

Indecent Proposal (11)

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#stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x you #stucky x y/n #female reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #smut #mafia au

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thesassypadawan · 3 months

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Puck Slut 1 (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: It’s yours and Hayden’s favorite time of the nhl season, when your teams faceoff against one another. The usual bet is in place, loser wears the winner’s team shirt and makes breakfast tomorrow. This time though there’s the new, more interesting twist of…fun and cum.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because there sooo much of the smut. Hockey, cockwarming, and Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: Hope you lovelies also enjoy the prequel, Puck Slut .5!

Also, if you can figure out what team the Leafs played (because this was a real game)…then you are my hero and you now know my favorite team. I’ll give you all some hints. The Leafs played them in December and that really was the final score....7-0.

*Pregame*

- First of all, no hockey game would be complete without a tray of delicious snacks and some cold drinks. Especially one filled with all of Hay’s faves.

- “Aw, babe, you’re too good to me.” He would say all cutely, while popping a salty treat into his mouth.

- “Figured it would help cushion the blow when the Leafs lose.” You’d tease, turning his hat backwards…because he looks so damn good with it like that.

- Gives your butt a playful smack. “Oh, yeah, we’ll see who’s wearing the winning team’s shirt and making breakfast tomorrow.”

- Grabbing something tasty yourself, you’d oh so gracefully plop down on the couch beside him. “Speaking of, I’d like pancakes with some bacon.”

- You bet Hayden’s going to snatch that real quick from your hand for that snippy comment. Rude.

- But then he’d be all sweet and smooth, kissing your cheek and pulling you into his lap…your favorite seat to watch the game in. “So…care to make this game more interesting?”

- Besides getting to have his famous choco ‘cakes and seeing him parade around in your t-shirt (more like a crop top on Hay)…. All right, you’ll bite. “What did you have in mind?”

*Game Time*

- Normally you’d really be into the game. Cheering, hollering, cursing, the whole nine yards. But it’s kind of difficult to do so when your team hadn’t scored a single goal and…you were being split open by Hayden’s massive cock.

- You weren’t allowed to move or even try to soothe that burning ache deep inside of you. That was the rules, he said. Only when your team scored where you able to have some “fun and cum”.

- The third period had just started with the Leafs up by five and you had figured by now Hay would have ‘funned and cummed’ that many times. Nope, not that case.

- Sure, he would rock his hips slowly back and forth. Occasionally buck upwards, lazily thrusting even deeper inside your pussy whenever the siren sounded. But that’s as far as it went.

- You would wiggle and whimper. Begging Hayden to stop teasing as your walls fluttered desperately around him. “Please, Hay. Pretty please.”

- He’d just wrap his arm around your waist and hold you tightly against his chest. Making small talk about the game and feeding you snacks. Acting like nothing was wrong, like you weren’t drenching the base of his cock and sweats.

*Postgame*

- At last the final buzzer rang and the game ended, not before the Leafs scored another two goals.

- You’d sit there, shifting your hips impatiently and pouting up at him. “Come on, Haaay.”

- Hayden would flash you that panty dropping smile, he loves hearing you say his name like that…all needy and desperate. His big hands rub your sides soothingly, cooing in your ear. “What is it, angel? You want me to fuck you?”

- Nodding weakly, you’d squeeze around his cock and mewl. “Please, can’t last any longer.”

- His hands trail down to your hips. Giving them a firm squeeze, Hay would growl. “This is where the fun begins.”

- You were soooo making fun of him later for that. Right now though, all you could focus on was the way he slid you up and down his length quickly. Hitting that one spot inside you perfectly, making you see stars.

- Bouncing you effortlessly on his lap, with you crying out his name over and over again. Hayden’s grip would tighten as his pace becomes harsh. “That’s it, let everyone know who fucks you this good.”

- Your legs give out as the dam inside you finally breaks, clenching around his fat cock hard.

- Hay keeps up his relentless pace through your climax. Coming undone with a heavy groan. Hips faltering as he shot hot ropes of cum into your needy pussy.

- Laying your head against his shoulder, your hand tangling in his curls. The two of you took a moment to catch your breath.

- Once the feeling returns to your legs, you move to stand up. But Hayden’s arms tighten around you once more. “Where you going, puck slut? I only got to fun and cum once…and the Leafs scored seven goals.”

- Your cunt clenches around him and you let a small whine. It’s going to be a long postgame.

*Post Postgame*

- You don’t know how, but you were actually not only able to stand…you were also able to walk the next morning.

- So there you were, hovering over the stove. Busily making Hay’s victory breakfast, while wearing his very oversized Leafs shirt.

- Hayden comes up behind, wearing only his Leafs boxers. He presses against you, one hand resting on your hip and the other snaking under your shirt to give your breast a quick squeeze. “You know, my little puck slut, we play against each other again in April.”

- You shiver at his touch and from anticipation, a wicked smile spreading across your face. “Look forward to it…because that’s where the fun begins.”

- You got a hard pinch for that…worth it.

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princessbrunette · 8 months

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modern!anakin really woke something up in me … the hat turned back w the snakebite piercing I just …. I’ll never be the same :( we need more modern!anakin pls!!

ugh me too tbh !!!!!!!! no i need him

bc he’s so devoted to you just like canon!anakin to the point where he’ll get into moods where he just needs to please you over and over !!

you think he’s in a bad mood when he comes back to his apartment after work, throwing off the black backwards hat that was sat on his head and pushing long fingers through the dirty blonde tresses. he barely even looks at you when he disappears into the bedroom, but he comes out holding a vibrator and you’re just like hello ??

so now he’s sat next to you on the couch, not bothering to drag you to the bedroom and he’s kissing you like he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to stop— snakebites digging into your chin and a big heavy hand holding your jaw. once he does tear his mouth away (reluctantly) he’s muttering something about how he was “thinkin’ about watching you cum all day, my love. lemme have it, okay? let me have it.” as he’s pulling you onto his lap with your back to his chest.

he makes very quick work of removing your panties, and of course not bothering with your skirt and pushing your legs as wide as they’d go — refusing to cease his sucking on your neck. “gonna like this, baby. gonna make you feel really good.” he’s practically moaning— rough, black denim bulge bucking up beneath you before he’s switching on the vibrator and teasing you with it.

it’s not long before you’re four orgasms deep, crying, clawing weakly at his wrist. his cock is seated deep in you now but he’s not moving, just letting you weep around him, clenching hard everytime a new wave of pleasure washes over you. “c-can’t— ani, s’too much!” you slur, barely able to hold yourself up let alone form a coherent thought.

“i know baby, just keep ‘em coming for me yeah? sound so pretty—fuck—just-just be brave yeah? good fucking girl.”

#anon #modern!anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin au

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princessfbi · 2 days

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I would like to see tommy in a backwards hat working on his car while buck sits there and admires his very good looking boyfriend

You and me both Nonnie. And then if they bang over the workbench well…. Who am I to stop young love?!?

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #tevan #kinkley #royal decree #writing talk #anon

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somanyratsinthewalls · 2 months

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Burning Hearts Chapter 6

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

**this chapter contains a brief scene of adult content! minors dni!**

Burning Hearts Chapter 6: A Difficult Return

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It was around 3 in the morning when Law finally pushed open the reinforced door of the Heart Pirate’s base. He made sure to close the door behind him carefully, not wanting to alert his crew to his return just yet. He was exhausted and just wanted to fall into bed without any disturbances or questions from his excitable and curious crew.

Law slunk quietly through the halls of the base and entered his office. Without flipping the lights on, Law lazily dropped his sword and backpack on his desk before retreating to his adjoining bedroom. He strips his shirt over his head, removing his hat as well in the process before letting them flop to his bedroom floor. He unbuckles his pants and steps out of them, leaving them splayed on the floor. Normally, Law was a tidy man, but today he just wanted to face plant into his pillow.

And face plant he did. Not even bothering to get under the covers, Law flops onto the bed and immediately passes out…

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“Hnnnhhgg! Ah!” Daisy grunted and panted below him, hips squirming and bucking while she laid there accepting his cock greedily.

“What’s that, Princess? You feel good?” Law huffs out while continuing his assault on her most sensitive bits.

“Aaahh! Mmhmm!” Daisy nods feverishly and arches her back in pleasure.

“Na uh, use your words. Tell daddy how much you love his cock.” Law commands with a punishing snap of his hips.

“S’ so good, love it s’much!” Daisy’s eyes roll back in her head, a dumb grin on her face as she relishes in the feeling of coming apart.

“Shit- Princess you’re squeeing me so tight… fuck I’m-“

Gone.

Law snaps awake in bed, covered in sweat on top of his comforter. His chest heaves. He notices a wet feeling in his boxers. As Law looks down at his lap, he sees the wet sticky evidence of having ejaculated in his sleep.

Law sighs and flops backwards onto the bed. Why did this keep happening? What was causing this influx of erotic dreams… and why was it always her? She was a brat. They disagreed so much that he could barely stand to be in a room with her when they weren’t training… so why did she keep finding him in his dreams?

“Shit…” Law groans and rubs his tired eyes. Suddenly, his brow furrowed. “Why would I say that?”

Law cringes at the way he acted in his dream. Daddy? Princess? Who the hell did he think he was? He would never treat someone like that. Not like he’s ever had the opportunity to anyway…

Shaking himself from the dream, Law decides a cold shower would help him clear his head. He throws on some clothes to make his way to the bathroom. He steps into his office and makes his way to the door… but something catches his eye. A large green plant was next to his desk in a painted white pot with black spots.

This wasn’t his. Someone had been in his office while he was gone. He had left all his letters and private papers from the Marines out on his desk, trusting his crew to follow the instructions to not enter his office. Law sees red.

— —

You whistle along to the music coming from the record player as you finish up breakfast. Your red jumpsuit hung lazily off one shoulder and you had your hair braided with some orange tulip buds in it.

“Chow time, losers!” You shout as you place the platter of French toast in the middle of the dining table. The crew files into the galley as you finish setting up the table with orange juice and butter. “Last loaf of bread before your captain comes home, you better enjoy it!” You smile and pour syrup on the pile of French toast.

“I’ll take seconds now, then!” Penguin grinned as he piled extra slices onto his plate.

You smiled and mussed his cap playfully.

“Eat up, buttercup.” You take off your apron (which was massively huge since you were borrowing it from Bepo) and hang it up on the side of the fridge. “You guys can rock, paper, scissors for dish duty. I have work to do in the garden oh-!”

Law bursts into the galley carrying a potted plant in one hand, pot hanging on by a thread.

“Captain! You’re back! We missed you!” Bepo says as he stands from the table.

“What the hell is this?” Law huffs out.

“A ficus.” You cross your arms and lean against the fridge.

“I know what it fucking is, I’m asking why the fuck is it in my office?” Law shakes the poor plant in frustration.

“Every doctor’s office has a ficus. Good for the air quality.” You reply, casually gesturing to the air on front of you with one hand.

“Why the fuck would you think you can go into my office without permission? And what the hell are you wearing? You look like a clown.” Law spits.

“And you wear that crusty hat every day. Sorry if I’m not offended that you don’t like my outfit.” You chuckle.

“You think this is funny? You come into my base and accept my training, and this is what I have to deal with?” Law angrily gestures at both the French toast on the table and the fresh green trumpet vine you hung from the rafters to make the space more homey. “I’m doing your captain a favor and you’re fucking ungrateful! And is that Cora’s record player?! Who fucking told you that you could touch that?” Law continued his verbal assault on you without signs of stopping.

Your arms drop. Your brows knit together and your mouth tightens into a fine line. Law doesn’t notice your change in demeanor.

“This isn’t your doll’s fucking dream house! This is my pirate base!” Law shouts at you and drops the plant to the kitchen floor, causing the pot to shatter.

You gasp instinctively, bringing your hands to your chest. The only sound in the room was from the record player that was still spinning.

“Captain please… she was just being nice…” Bepo quietly tries to plea with his captain.

“I don’t care. My base, my rules and while-“ Law replies but you interrupt him.

“I… I painted that myself…” You stare at the broken pot on the floor, pieces littered between piles of dirt. You look back up at Law.

“Fuck you.” You huff out with tears in your eyes. The grey smoke beginning to billow from your nose wasn’t lost on you, Law, or anyone else in the room. Feeling that you were close to losing yourself again, you storm off to your room and lock the door behind you. You slide down against the door until your body was seated on the cold metal floor. You bring your hands to your face and sob.

— —

*knock knock knock knock*

“I’m busy” Law says without looking up from the medical journal on his desk. The door opens anyway. Ikkaku storms in with a bag in hand and comes right up to him. She drops the bag on the desk and gestures at it.

“I cleaned up the mess you made during your tantrum.” She cocks her head angrily. She doesn’t give Law time to respond. “Why the hell are you so mean to that poor girl?” She asks.

“That poor girl is stubborn and disobedient and she should learn that her actions have consequences. She won’t get stronger if we hold her hand the whole way.” Law looks back down at his medical journal.

“There’s a lot of room between holding her hand and whatever the hell you’re doing. And disobedient? What is she, a golden retriever? She’s a grown woman, Law. She just lost all her friends, has no idea where they are and is stuck here for 2 years with an asshole like you screaming at her. You expect her to hang on your every word? You need to get real. It’s not her fault that you can’t control yourself around her.”

“And what exactly do you mean by that, Ikkaku?” Law seethed. “And if I were you, I would choose my words very carefully.” Law leaned forward in his chair.

Ikkaku sighs.

“What I’m saying is. It’s clear you’re having some… very big feelings about this girl. I don’t know what they are, all I know is you’re being a proper dick because you won’t deal with those feelings. I just think you should give her some grace.”

“And I think you’re way out of line. Get out of my office, I have work to do.” Lap snaps.

“Yes Captain.” Ikkaku resigns and leaves Law alone to brood.

As the door shuts behind Ikkaku, Law closes the medical journal on his desk. He rests his heads in his hands and sighs. Maybe he did fly off the handle about the houseplant… but how else was she going to learn to take things seriously?

Her carefree nature was so diametrically opposed to his own. It made his blood boil that she refused to take anything seriously, always flitting about and laughing when she made a mistake during training. Every time he reprimanded her, she would flash that cute smile and tell him to “loosen up, will ya? We’ve got 2 years.”

*Cute?* No, wait. She wasn’t cute. He didn’t think that. She was annoying. Not cute.

Gods, he hated how much she reminded him of someone he used to know…

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For the third day in a row, Daisy had skipped their training session. Each morning, Law went to the clearing and waited. Waited for something that never came. As the sun set over the tree line, Law returned back to the base. Another wasted day. Frustrated, Law enters his office and flops down into the large leather chair in the middle of the room. His gaze falls upon the bag Ikkaku left on his desk days ago. He rises from the chair and approaches his desk.

He unties the cinch around the top of the bag and empties it out onto his desk. The bag contained a dead ficus, a handful of dirt, and the broken pieces of the painted clay pot. Law carefully picks the shattered pieces out from the dirty mess and holds one in his hand.

It was white with black spots. It matched his hat. She had obviously painted this specifically for his office.

Law sighed. He reached to the side of his desk and opened a drawer. Law sifted through the drawer’s contents for a few moments before retrieving a small bottle of superglue…

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You were folding your clean laundry on your bed when a knock came at your door. You had spent the past several days since Law’s blowup in your room by yourself, leaving only in the very early hours of the morning to train alone and to tend the garden.

“I’m not coming to dinner, I’ll eat later!” You yell towards the door.

“It’s me. Can I come in?”

You freeze upon hearing Law’s deep voice on the other side of your stateroom door. You hadn’t seen or spoken to the doctor since he berated you in front of his entire crew.

“Ok.” You call out.

The door opens slowly and Law enters, closing it behind him. He was carrying something under his arm. Upon closer inspection you see that it was the planter that he had broken on the kitchen floor, however now it was all in one piece again.

“You’ve been skipping training.” Law states.

“I’ve been training. Just not with you.” You cross your arms over your chest. “So are you here to yell at me again, or did you need something else?”

Law swallows nervously.

“I am here to apologize.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Oh?” You cock your head.

“I behaved selfishly. I wasn’t considering anyone but myself.” Law struggles to maintain eye contact with you, gaze shifting from your face to the floor. “You did something kind for me and I… I don’t always receive things like that well…”

“Clearly.” You reply.

“Maybe that was an understatement… Regardless, I am sorry I acted the way that I did and I hope that we can continue our training.”

There was a silence.

“Thank you for apologizing. I’ll keep training with you, Law, but if you ever and I mean EVER, treat me like that again I am done here.” You firmly state as you point at him accusingly.

“I understand.” Law holds the plant pot out towards you. For a surgeon, he did a really shitty job trying to glue it back together. Couldn’t he have just ‘shambles’ed the pieces back into place? This looks like he did it by hand. “I… I couldn’t save the plant…”

You walk towards him and grab the pot out of his hands. Your right hand grazed his left briefly and Law inhaled sharply.

“It’s ok, I’ve got a few more in the garden. I’ll keep it out there then.” You turn to place the pot on your desk.

“No-“

You turn around with a questioning look.

“I… I’d like another one. Good for air quality, you said…”

You smirk.

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll bring it by tomorrow evening after training.”

“Right. I will see you tomorrow then.” Law nods and awkwardly shuffles out of your stateroom.

*what a strange little guy…* you think to yourself.

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honestlydarkprincess · 4 months

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Fuck It Friday!

nobody tagged me but my hiatus is over and i finally have something to share so here we go baby <3

for my last fic of 2023 i'm gonna try and do what i've been wanting to do for a while now: a sequel to the backwards cap fic :3 shoutout to @bucksbackwardcap for encouraging me and fingers crossed i can get this done in time!

The second they stepped into the loft Eddie was pushing Buck up against the door. Their duffle bags fell out of their hands and to the floor, discarded. Eddie had been silent the entire ride home, had barely even looked at Buck the entire day. All because of a particular item of clothing Buck had chosen to wear today.

“I fucking told you not to wear those stupid hats at work,” Eddie growled, nipping at Buck’s pulse point. “You know what they do to me, baby. Talk about unfair.”

Buck laughed, pleased and breathless. “Maybe I wanted a reaction.”

“You always want a reaction,” Eddie murmured against Buck’s skin, grinning when Buck shivered. “You’re a goddamn brat.”

“Maybe,” Buck’s grin only lasted for a second more before Eddie was threading his fingers through his hair and bringing him down for a harsh kiss. Buck whimpered into Eddie’s mouth, pulling him closer by his shirt and grinding his hips against him. “Eddie, please,” He gasped in between kisses.

“All it took was thirty fucking seconds and you’re already begging, fuck,” Eddie groaned against Buck’s lips. “You’re a dream.”

Buck’s hips jerked at the praise and he let out a whine. “Eddie.”

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iliketangerines · 1 month

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Mk boys with a significant male other that’s like sokka from avatar the last air bender- that’s a complete brat and twink ((tehe))

listen and obey

a/n: i gotchu cuties, but i'm almost 80% sure this is the same person bc of the sokka comment and how similar the requests are. just a reminder to look at my rules for requesting.

pairing: dom!lord raiden x amab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), spanking, blowjobs, handjobs, slight degradation, slight dubcon

Raiden found you infuriating, and he was just about done with your attitude

you had been prancing around the training pit with your damn boomerang, hitting targets and distracting Liu Kang and Kung Lao from training

you were meant to be training as well, but when Raiden had told you to concentrate, you had just given a cocky smile, flung your boomerang around to decapitate a training dummy, and then told him you were training

Raiden can feel his patience wearing thin as he watches you make small talk with Kung Lao, who is practicing using his hat as a blade

when Kung Lao puts his hat back on his head and fully faces you to talk, you smile, knowing you’ve successfully distracted the Shaolin from training and can indulge in more interesting things, like raiding the kitchen

Raiden feels the last threadbares of his patience snap when you walk past him and shoot him a wink

the god grabs onto your waist, and a flash of lightning transports you to his bedroom

you go to complain, but your mouth wires shut at the sight of the angry god towering over you and slamming his hand into the wall behind you

he growls out that you need to be training, not distracting his other champions and fooling around with your damn boomerang, and that you need to be more disciplined

you smirk up at him, calming your beating heart, and tell him to make you

Raiden immediately grabs onto you, carrying you to the bed and throwing you over his lap

he pulls down your pants, exposing your ass, and you squirm in his lap, not quite expecting this when you had teased him

but all thoughts of rebellion fly out of your mind when he lands a harsh smack on your ass and continues to swat at the sensitive flesh

with every slap your cock grinds against his lap, and by the end of his punishment, you’re a sobbing horny mess

you clutch onto the sheets in front of you as you try to stifle your sniffles and cries, and Raiden asks if you’ve learned your lesson

you let out a soft whimper, nodding your head, but the god grabs onto your hair, pulling your head back

he stares into your eyes and demands you to use your words

you moan out a yes sir, and he seems to be satisfied with your answer because he lets go of your hair

your face falls back into the sheets of the bed, and he rubs a soothing hand over your red cheeks

you can’t help but whine, and Raiden spits on his hand before teasing the rim of your asshole

he just teases you like this, feeling your pre-cum leak onto his pants, and he waits until you’re wiggling in his lap to tell you to beg for it

you hesitate, but when he slides just the tip of his finger in and pulls it out, you let out a small please

he squeeze your ass, making you whimper at the stimulation, and tells you to speak up

you raise your head out of the sheets and ask him please sir, please fuck me with your fingers

Raiden hums in approval and slides in a thick finger, which has you keening into the sheets

he fucks you slowly on his finger, using his other hand to rub circles into the red flesh of your ass, and he slowly adds in another spit-lubed finger

you grind against his lap as he does this, but he lets it slide for today as he fingers you

he presses his fingers around, looking for that sweet spot, and when your hips buck backward to try and take his fingers deeper, he knows he’s found it

he abuses that spot, constantly pushing his fingers into your prostate, and soon you’re crying into the sheets for a different reason

you let out a needy whine, arching your back, and you cum on Raiden’s pants, staining them white and going limp on the sheets

Raiden moves you to your knees in front of him, cupping your blissed-out expression and cooing at the tears tracks on your cheeks

he tells you that you did such a good job for him, and now you need to repay him, his boner pressing against the slack of his pants

your hands come up and slowly untie Raiden’s pants, and you shuffle in a little closer when you’re able to pull his pants down

you stroke his cock, spreading the pre-cum all along the shaft, and place small kisses to the tip of his cock

Raiden grunts and tells you that he knows you can do better

you huff but take his tip into your mouth, tracing your tongue along the tip and slowly bobbing your head up and down

the god above you groans at the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock, and he has a loose hold in your hair

he degrades you, telling you that you were made to suck his cock like a good whore, just needed a good spanking to help discipline you

you moan around his cock as you try to take him deeper, and Raiden can see the way his cock bulges out in your throat

but, the god lets you go at your own pace, he’ll teach you how take his full cock later and fuck your face when he’s trained you

for now, you can only reach halfway and use your hand to pump the rest of his cock, trying hard to please your god and get him to cum in your mouth

Raiden groans as your tongue traces a vein on the underside of your cock, and he grips onto your hair to hold you still as he shoots cum down your throat

you try your best to swallow it all, but a few drops spill out from the corner of your mouth

Raiden pants and pulls his softening dick from your mouth and pats the side of your cheek, using his thumb to scoop up the droplets that escaped

he places his thumb into your mouth, and you eagerly suck on them, cleaning his fingers of his cum

once you’re done, he picks you up and lays you on the bed stomach-down and leaves

he comes back quickly with some lotion, water, and food

he rubs the lotion into your cheeks with his large calloused hands, and he has you carefully drink the water and food that he has

the next day, you have a considerably better attitude and actually train, but sometimes you wince when you make a move and shoot a glance up to Raiden

he crosses his arms and knows that if you misbehave again that he’ll be there to put you in your place

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9-1-1-polls · 3 months

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#911abc #9-1-1 #911 #911 poll #evan buckley

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smilingangel582 · 8 months

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Genshin impact strikes with a new version! Fontaine

Ahhh my phone is dead if it takes more updates like that in near future. Ahhh well I did Lyney's quest and it was so good! I wish it was more personal like Dehya's and Ei's... man wish to see these twins again!

Anyway, I'm already a lee!lyney supporter! Nyaaahaa!

Rainbow Roses

After parting ways with the traveller and paimon. Lyney and Lynette decided to head home in silence, as always. Lyney's chattering and enthusiastic nature is never less, especially today since the matter of the phantom weasel is solved.

They arrived home and noticed Freminet is not inside. Lyney called one time but then guessed he was outside diving as always even in the late night.

"I must say," Lyney sighed blissfully, now lowering his hat, "Freminet really should consider socializing with others, making friends is one important thing in society right?"

Lynette had her stoic gaze shift to him now responding "Speaking of friends, I may have partially intended to distracted Charlotte but I was serious about the rainbow rose"

He was clueless for the time when she said this, but then her stare intensified, "So, do you want to tell me something, Lyney?"

He realised she was, in fact, stingy today, waving his hands with anxiety he shook his head. "Ah, Lynette, dear, please... I told you... that rainbow rose has nothing to do with any of my feelings, I love you more as always... am I one who is concerned for the floral symbolism?"

She continued staring, seeing his trickster side of avoiding the topic arise. She's even a bigger trickster after all, "Well, why did you change the flower out of the blue then?"

He was about to answer in a very inevitable manner as he always did but then noticed her steps advancing towards him. He staggered back in shock as she was quickly nose to nose, gently forcing him backwards.

"U-uh Lynette, w-wait... hold on... gah!" The back of his knees hit the couch, sending him squished on the cushions with a yelp, and she persistently pinned him down, her ears twitching and tail swishing in interrogative mode.

"So, I ask again, Lyney," she cracked her fingers. "I am in interrogation mode, so I'll use all sorts of means to get you to talk"

He began to giggle uneasily "Buhuhut whahahahat shohould I confess?"

She smirked, her emotions sadistic as she squeezed his waist through the fabric, making him squeak uncharacteristically.

"Gah -ahahalright, juhuhust ahahadmit you wahahahnted to puhuhunish me for your ehehehentertainment!!"

She blinked now, feigning innocence. "Punish is a strong word, bro... is that how you think of this situation?" all the while seeking to reach higher to his ribs getting more louder giggles as he squirmed and kicked his feet along with his pleads.

"You can interpret this however you want... but i want to know about the rainbow rose," She asked coolly, not stopping her assault on her older brother. A whine left his lips as he tried to get away from her nimble fingers. "Sohoho uhuhunfair! Lynehehehtte! Pleheheaase!"

She huffed like a child as he always adored in her. "Well, you're no fun. I guess I should take it up a notch to make you admit that you... oh wait, not yet." She shook her head now, "The show has just begun... i can't spoil it."

She aimed for his open armpits, making him squeal ridiculously, and she couldn't help smile at the sound. "Are you really my older twin brother, Lyney?"

"SHUHUSH... AHAHA THAHAHAT SPOHOT IHIHIS OHOHOUT OF THEHEHE QUESTION! STAHAHAHAP!"

She hummed now, thinking but already decided, "I... Will not, you must know that magicians shouldn't be impatient... or all those cards will be... exposed" she further drilled her fingers to the sensitive spot, making him kick harder, almost bucking her off. She midly states, "You have some nerve to keep these open and bare knowing how sensitive they are... It's like you enjoyed being tickled there"

"I HAHAHAVE NOHOHO SUHUHUCH IHIHINTENTION! GAHAHAHA I HAHAHAPPEN TOHOHO LIKE THIHIS GEHEHEHT-UHUHUP!"

She rolled her eyes, the typical honest and talkative Lyney. Then she stopped for a moment, his cheeks were flushed, the lovely French braided hair that was pinned loosened, and he had a delicate appearance. She folded her arms now, looking down at her victim. "I ask again..."

Expecting the same unanswerable question, he winced. However, she asked something entirely umexpected of his usual clever Instincts "Do you like the traveller?"

He paused, in bewilderment, "I... uh, " he stuttered."What... d-do you mean? H-he's a nice guy, right? Who doesn't like him?:

Clicking her tongue tauntingly she descended her fingers to his thighs where there his exposed skin met her wiggling fingers.

He jolted violently, before squeaking "Wait!"

"Don't avoid the question Lyney, unlike the others I can tell when you lie or hide, well explain to me in a romantic perspective,"

He offered an anxious chuckle, now feeling the cats out of the bag. "Ah, wait... wait, I... what makes you saAHAHAHAY AHAHA NOHOHO NOHOT THE THIGHS!"

She got impatient and got to the kill. In all honesty she wanted to tickle him, it was fun when he was in the receiving end, instead of Freminet, she never had been in his mercy since she's quick to get him back. But still... that question is genuine, she really wondered if the flower meant something to him.

He heard her voice taunting again, even with a straight face it got him good. "I am waaaiting~ Lyney... the tickles won't stop unless you confess"

He blushed harder and soon gave up in panic as she squeezed his knees through the stocking. "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! HAHAHA LYNETTE, PLEHEHEASE, MEHEHERY!"

She backed away, fondly satisfied. Then watched him inhale deep breaths and wiling his tear stained eyes.

"Yohou showed me the reheheal concept of tickled pihink..."

She shrugged "Meh, that's not even closer to what I can do to you... this is just a side dish"

Shivering, he was glad to have her stop soon. Clearing his throat he looked at her now sitting straight "I... I guess I can't hide it but, ever since Charlotte said what rainbow roses signify, I just got too sentimental there..."

As always she listened to what he confesses. Blushing warmer he looked away "I guess, I kinda feel something for him... he's very brave and kind... something about him just makes me want to..." unable to fumble for the right word he sighed grimly "I'm not usually out of words"

"I know, it's so shocking that it might snow in fontaine"

"Don't be mean, Lynette" he pouted, but then felt a light smile grow on him as he patted her head, her ears twitched in rhythm to his mood, "Well, it's not that I love you any less, you are my number one, so not even flora can be enough to define you," he grinned with a sunshine smile, "I can tell you were actually jealous there. Weren't you?"

She merely gazed at him, good at concealing her own shyness, but he read her like a book just like she did for him. Feelinf the sudden shift in dominance, she soon poked his armpit, making him drop his arm with a giggle. She said seriously, "Well, I never doubted that... I wanted to cheer you up either way bro"

He subtly grabbed her shoulder by her sincerity, "We did go through all sorts of hardships... so I do have a closer relationship with you and Freminet."

She felt a slight warm relief when he seemed much happier than expected. She merely let her head rest on his shoulder now, indulging both of them with this gesture. "I know, so... I will support your love for the traveller"

He was flustered. "W-where did that come from... I don't even know if he'll like me back, so I just decided to keep it to ourselves"

She hummed with indolence her hand once again trying to poke his side, trying to make him listen to her for once, "You may be confident and brave on stage but you're so clumsily shy with love, Lyney"

"Hehehey... noho more ohof that..." he swatted her lazy hand, and they both began to keep a moment for themselves. Until Freminet comes back, noticing his older brother and sister fast asleep on the couch.

He scratched his head with slight awkwardness. "Should I wake them or...?"

Seeing their deep slumber, he decided to snuggle close to the middle by the floor and lean on Lyney's lap along with his stuffed penguin cuddled in his arms.

"Maybe not... for now"

#tickle fic #genshin impact tickle #lee!lyney #ler!lynette #lyney and lynette #fontaine #cute #freminet

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lovelynoisyfun · 4 months

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Caution on the trail

By: LFN (lovely noisey fun)

NSFW lesbian encounter whilst camping

18+ Minors DNI

I wake up in my camper. Slide on my summer dress and panties. Tie my messy head in a soft bun and go explore. I pick an easy trail.

Chipmunks and squirrels chase each other in circles around massive tree trunks. The sun is warming my shoulders, so I pull down the front of my dress. Massaging my breasts as they bathe in the rays, burning off my sleepiness.

A twig snaps and I see you far ahead. I can make out your tan legs and khaki shorts. Are those binoculars? I let out a giggle and wave. You twist away. Busted!

I straighten the straps on my dress and put on my sunhat. The chase is on, but I walk slow, pausing to gawk at the ferns and wildflowers. I watch the wind push and pull the walls of trees on either side of me. Drops of rain land on my lips. When I look ahead, you are gone.

Maybe my sleepy mind has played a trick on me. Maybe I conjured you peeping? Maybe I'm so horny that the universe sent a mirage. An oasis image that I can later cum to.

The heat is picking up as I speed ahead. Best for a short walk, then a dip in the lake. I turn a corner and hear hooves. A buck and his doe cross the trail in two fluid hops, not two feet in front of me. I suck in my breath. I've never seen deer before!

"They are amazing, aren't they?" I jump at the voice. I turn around, and there you are. Your khaki shorts are tight around your thick thighs. I sneak a peek at your breasts framed very nicely in a black tank top.

I cross over to the bench. It's recessed a good five feet into the forest. Trees and shrubs are overgrown, giving shade and privacy. "Well hello, what a great spot for spying on the forest critters." I say.

I cross over to you and turn my back. "For spying on people too." I left up my dress, arching my back, displaying my pink panties. Then I sit.

Your cheeks flush as you look down. I take your chin in my hand and lift your pretty face towards mine. "I hope you liked what you saw. I like what I see here." Your body is melting towards mine, so I plant a small kiss.

Your moans start quietly but grow as I kiss your forehead, nose, lips, and cheeks. You paw at the hem of my dress to pull me closer. My hat falls backwards, and your binoculars tumble to the ground. Our hands are free to explore.

I trace the tops of your breasts with my fingers and lick circles with my tongue. Your top has a built-in bra perfect to tease your nipples as I gentle pinch them forward. You moan louder but stop. "Does that feel good?" I ask.

Your breath starts skipping. You sputter out, "Touch my pussy it's so swollen all of the sudden." You shimmy down your shorts and panties leaning back on the bench. Your hair is trimmed but the outline your lips are as plain as day.

I gently place my open hand on your puss, cupping your swollen lips as my fingers tickle your bottom. Rubbing your mound up and down and side to side. With each rub, I press a little harder. As I reach up to touch your breasts, I say, "This is no good! Take your top off so I can take all of you in." I fold your clothes for a makeshift pillow. My dress comes off to cushion your ass.

Now I can see all of you and goddam! Your brown skin stretches over a soft belly. Your breasts are full with swollen, chestnut nipples. I start to grope and suckle. Using two hands to hold your tit still.

I feel your hips press up on my chest. A signal that your pussy comes first. I keep a hand on your breast, rolling your nipple with my fingers.

I paint your lips with the leaking cum. Perfect lube to enter you. I pause to smell your cunt on my fingers. The smell spirals me into a horny mess. I lower my leg over the seat bench. Needing to grind and hump my lips on the rounded edge.

Licking you from my hand, I leave lots of slobber to further ease my fingers back in. It's hot and snug. It's so much. Your moans are driving me crazy. I smash and ride my pussy on the bench.

I feel the bundle of folds inside you. As a stroke your g spot, you moan louder and start to grind. I tell you to shush and relax. Coaching you to feel the sensations with stillness. "They're stronger that way." I purr.

Your sticky cum is pouring as I push my fingers in and out. Taking care to stroke your bundle for extra pleasure. You grab my other hand to suck on my fingers. We lock eyes in awe. My pussy is so wet I'm gliding on the edge.

I burrow my mouth and tongue in your pussy. Teasing your clit with tiny sucks. I work your labias with my mouth and hand. You can't control the bucking anymore. I slow the pace, pausing to suck on your tits.

I slide back in, feeling how open you are. I slide a finger into your ass using your cum. I your body is wild. Your fucking yourself on my hands. We build to a rapid pace as I go back down. Firmly sucking your clit to attention.

All of your pussy presses on my mouth and I lap and hum. I can't get enough of this. Your cunt is hitting my face with furious intent. I feel your pussy seize as you yelp out. You grab my head and smash it to you. Gently riding my face in a spasmic rhythm. Slowing with each fading after shock.

I lift my head. I grin through a cum smeared face.

"I have a camper, you know. It's on an electric site. Has a shower too. I cleaned all my toys. They're charging as we speak. Let's get you cleaned up and see what happens. Would you like that?"

You nod and off we go.

💋

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Kinktober 2023 | Day 2 Inflation LawLu

Warnings: Smut, Luffy inflates his dick with his Devil fruit, top Luffy, bottom Law, riding, a bit of overstim, 18+ mdni

Summary: Law and Luffy get down and dirty on the Luffy-Go because why not?

Law needed his peace and quiet to collect his thoughts, and being close to Luffy would only create noise. To make a long story short, they were on the Luffy-go on their way to Zou and everyone was just too loud for Law’s thoughts. However, after their first dinner on the ship Law found himself sitting alone with Luffy on the deck, listening serenely to the sound of the ocean waves. Their backs were up against the railing and Luffy was looking at the stars in awe. It felt a little too quiet, and Law wondered what Luffy was thinking.

Law was surprised by his own voice, “They didn’t want to talk to you more? I’m sure they’re missing you inside.”

Luffy chuckled, “You mean Crest Head’s crew? Ah, they were drinking with Zoro and that’s not really my thing.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Law turned his head slightly to observe Luffy. His straw hat was resting on his back, and his black hair swayed gently in the wind. Only just noticing, the doctor noted that Luffy had pretty long eyelashes.

Luffy’s eyes met his, and Law immediately looked back at the ocean. Who could blame him though? Luffy was almost never calm, either yelling or running around or chowing down on food. This was a rare sight.

Softly, Luffy’s hand reached for Law’s brushing the back of his, before resting it on Law’s thigh. He squeezed gently and Law had to fight down a squeak. It wasn’t necessarily a surprise that Luffy was acting on the tension that they had built up between them since they met at Punk Hazard, but Law had no clue if Luffy had experience in this department.

When Law didn’t push Luffy away, Luffy took that as a green light. He wrapped his arm around Law’s waist and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn’t gentle. After all they’ve been through, nothing between them was ever gentle. It was a starving kiss, teeth clashing and saliva mixing. To get more comfortable, Luffy slowly moved Law to be on his lap. Law was worried it might look weird considering how much he towered over Luffy, but the heated kiss blurred his anxieties. He let his arms wrap around Luffy’s neck and felt Luffy’s snake up his shirt.

When Luffy bucked his hips upwards to grind against Law, both of them groaned. Law pulled away from their kiss, leaving Luffy hungry for more. He tried pulling Law back but Law said, “Wait. Not out here.”

Quickly, he used his Devil fruit to teleport them to some storage room. It was stuffier than on the deck, but there was enough room for them to move around.

Luffy resumed the grinding over their pants. He was anything but patient though.

“Could you ‘room’ our clothes off?”

Law rolled his eyes, “That’s not what my powers are for.” But he obliged Luffy’s request anyways.

“Let me prepare first,” Law said, coating two of his fingers with saliva. He then reached backwards and began fingering himself. It was a pretty sight for Luffy, watching Law’s toned muscles flex and tense as Law worked himself up.

As both of them were only half hard, Luffy decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally. He placed his dick up against Law’s, who was still fingering himself on Luffy’s lap, and began jerking them off.

“Mugiwara-ya…” Law panted out, sweat heading down his forehead. He realized that Luffy’s dick was slightly longer than his, but Law had more girth on him which strangely felt like a relief.

“Hurry…” Luffy whined, precum leaking out of his cock, slicking his hand to create further friction. He wanted to make them both feel good as soon as possible, but didn’t want to cum until he was inside of Law.

Law nodded and pulled his fingers out. Luffy didn’t ask if that was enough, but if he did he would have found out that Law had been already playing with himself earlier in the day. Was it to the thought of Luffy? Who knows.

Luffy let go and let Law align his entrance with Luffy’s cock. He slowly lowered himself and took a few seconds adjusting for every inch that he took. When he bottomed out, he rested his hands on Luffy’s shoulders for balance. As he adjusted himself, he felt like he had underestimated the size of Luffy. Then it hit him.

“Are you making yourself bigger?” Law scowled and Luffy gave him his usual shit-eating grin. Luffy bucked his hips upwards into Law, causing Law to fall forwards onto Luffy’s chest. He held Law securely by his hips and started at a slow pace. Not being the gentlemanly type though, he quickly picked up speed and Law felt like he was being pounded into. He figured he might as well just give in since Luffy had proved many times already that he simply did what he wanted no matter what.

Law began bouncing backwards to create more friction earning a moan from Luffy. It was loud, and for a second Law could swear the commotion in the dining hall died down. He was about to say something but Luffy seemed to understand already and bit down on Law’s shoulder. He peppered sloppy kisses on the slight mark he left and sucked on Law’s chest. He then hesitated and pulled back.

“Sit up straight, Tra-guy.”

Still bouncing, Law managed to barely straighten his back and saw Luffy’s eyes focused downwards. He looked as well and could see Luffy’s dick slightly poking out. It made his own dick twitch and he would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t already riding Luffy. Luffy continued to help Law move with one hand, but let his other stroke the bump that was moving up and down.

“Don’t touch it!” Law said, arching backwards and feeling himself get close to climax. What made it worse was when Luffy took this opportunity to inflate his dick even further. It hit Law’s deepest spots, and it felt like his lungs were being crushed.

“Can’t breathe! Coming! I’m-!” He slapped a hand on his mouth to muffle a loud moan as he came all over the two of them. His ass tightened around Luffy, making him feel the outline of Luffy’s dick so much more.

Luffy pressed down harder on the bulge while Law was still riding out his high causing him to almost scream. He kept up the brutal pace not letting Law take a moment to collect himself.

“Wait- wait! I can’t-” Law hiccuped but Luffy shut him up with a kiss and he kept pushing himself deeper into Law. He had devolved into just a moaning mess and Luffy asked, “Can I come inside?” Law could only respond with incoherent garbling and Luffy decided it was alright.

After a few more thrusts, Luffy filled Law up, his cum leaking out onto their legs, making a big mess. Law stayed on his dick as both of them recovered, the bulge that was Luffy’s dick slowly going away as Luffy turned his dick back to normal. However, Law could still clearly feel the outline of Luffy’s half-hard cock.

When they both finally caught their breath, Law said, “Now I have to shower again.”

Still inside Law, Luffy flipped them so Law was lying down on the wooden plank and he was hovering over Law. He slowly began moving in and out, getting his dick hard again.

“Who said we’re done?”

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