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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Honeymoon [Din Djarin x F!Reader] - **SMUT**

Summary: You’ve been saving your credits for months in order to treat your husband to the surprise honeymoon you both deserve. He’s a little on edge though, despite the luscious, tropical environment he’s surrounded by. So, as his wife, you do everything in your means to get him to relax.

Warnings: unprotected p in v, riding, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunningless, cum eating, spanking, anal fingering, breeding kink, slight sub!Din if you squint. 18+ only.

Word count: 2600+

Reblogs appreciated. 💙

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Marrying Din Djarin was the best decision of your life.

Standing dead centre in the middle of your hotel suite, your husband had never looked so out of place. The yon orange sunlight seeped through the crack in the voile curtains, and a warm, summer breeze waved gently through your hair. You could tell, even through his beskar Mandalorian helmet, that your husband was completely stricken by the beauty of the great outdoors. Your view from outside the hotel suite was a novelty, for sure. The beach’s water circled around the hotel and pooled outside into a tranquil, turquoise coloured ocean. A distance from your window, but not too far, was a growing jungle of vines and trees, habited by various reptilian animals that were distinct to the planet of Scarif. You couldn’t wait to meet them all.

You’d saved up credits, and it had taken almost a year, but finally— finally, you could afford this. A sanctuary. A small vacation. Something you could call your honeymoon. It was long overdue.

Din had warned you when you married him that a honeymoon wasn’t on the cards. It just wasn’t plausible. He was a bounty hunter and he worked every damn day, risking his life just so he could bring back enough credits to put food on the table for you and Grogu. A holiday of any sorts was out of the question.

But you’d been saving up in secret, and if he’d ever found out about your planned endeavour — well, he’d never approve. Good job he’d managed to keep out of your way when you bought the tickets for the five star hotel suite. What proved to be even more of a challenge, was persuading Din to take you to the remote and tropical island planet of Scarif.

You left the kid with Peli Motto on Tatooine, much to Din’s disdain. You’d spoken to Greef and broken a deal with him in secret; that the guild master was not allowed to provide Din with any bounties prior to the week you were due to go away. Everything rolled out perfectly, just as planned.

For the first time in a long time, your clan of three was living a stress free life, void of any anxieties related to Din and his profession. You loved him with your mind, body and soul, and accepted him for who he was. But part of you, a small part of your heart, hoped that one day, maybe he’d give up bounty hunting for good. He was getting older now. You’d occasionally pick out the greying hairs in his stubble, and the crinkles in the corners of his starry brown eyes were becoming increasingly more prominent. There was a beautiful galaxy out there, and he’d only seen the bad parts. The parts that were rampant with crime and death. You hoped that this honeymoon trip to Scarif would show him the true beauty of the world -- and everything he was missing out on.

He couldn’t bounty hunt forever. One of these days, he was going to have to settle down.

“I can’t believe you did this,” Din announced, picking up some complimentary hotel chocolates that had been left on his pillow. He pulled off his mustard coloured gloves and began to fiddle with the red foil wrapper. “All of this. I can’t believe you did all of this without me knowing.”

“I was afraid you’d be mad at me.” you mumbled, subconsciously rocking backwards and forwards on your heels. Din couldn’t even begin to imagine how much this trip had cost you, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the exact figure.

“I am mad at you.” He retorted, but you could sense the air of amusement in his voice. Din Djarin was an esteemed bounty hunter, the best in the Guild. He prided himself in being the best too. He was always one step ahead of everyone, always knowing what was about to come before others even knew themselves. Apparently though, his skill was lost on you. Part of him though, was proud. A pretty big part of him, to be exact.

He was chuffed to be able to call you his wife. He didn’t believe the day would ever come.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you pondered out loud, looking around the hotel suite. “Did you see those big colourful birds as we walked in? They were enormous. We should check out the gift shop and buy a disposable camera. I know Grogu would love to see the photos when we get back.”

Din tilted his helmet in acknowledgement of your comment, but opted to stay silent, his eyes fixated on you and only you. Yeah, he was sure Scarif was a beautiful planet (there was no doubt in his mind), but not even all the colourful birds or glistening waters in the whole galaxy could ever compare to the beauty of you. Your eyes snapped back towards Din when he didn’t respond, and you felt your mouth part as a knowing sigh escaped your lips.

“Tell me you don’t…” you closed your eyes, already mentally preparing yourself for his answer. “...Tell me you don’t have hunting mode initiated under that tin can helmet of yours.”

You knew that, under his black tinted visor, he was always in hunting mode. He had to ensure your safety one way or another. When he turned off hunting mode, everything was normal and in colour (despite this one glitch of pixels he had to get fixed). But when he was in hunting mode, his vision was a dull chiaroscuro.

“We don’t know how safe this planet is,” Din declared, his voice stern as he tried to reason with you. “We just arrived and I’ve never been here before. I haven’t even done a recce.”

You extended your arm and shushed him. “You haven’t been here before because no bounty or crime syndicate ever comes to Scarif. Since the battle between the Rebellion and the Empire, it’s been under full surveillance by the New Republic. There is security on every corner.”

“That doesn’t exactly work well in my favour.” Din muttered, although deep down he knew you were right.

“Do you really think I would’ve taken you somewhere that wasn’t safe for either of us? I’ve been planning this honeymoon for months, Din. Please, trust me.”

It hurt, seeing your husband like this. After bounty hunting his whole life, he was so… on edge. He always struggled to relax. You thought a tropical vacation might’ve just done the trick but maybe he needed more.

“Okay, you’re right. I trust you.” Din sighed in admittance, and you cracked one of your sweetest smiles at his revelation. It was enough to ease Din, even just temporarily.

“It’s too late to do anything now,” you said, biting your lip as you peeked behind the curtains and watched the sunset. “We can just stay in the hotel room and order room service, if you’d like.”

Din nodded, following your direction. He didn’t know the first thing about vacationing. But if one thing intrigued him, it was the luxurious king sized bed that stood before him. It was dressed in ivory satin sheets and silk pillow cases, and it was certainly nothing like the plank of steel you’d both lay on, back in the Crest. No, this was a real bed. You’d caught him staring at it and couldn’t help but smile at the smirk that played on your lips.

“Take off your helmet.” You requested.

“I--,” Din hesitated. “Someone could walk in and see me.”

“The door is locked. We have privacy,” you assured him. Din fumbled around some more. His heart stopped when you planted both your hands on his shoulders and searched for his eyes beneath the visor. “Trust me.” you reminded him with a plea of desperation.

He nodded and slowly began to lift off his helmet. And there, he revealed himself. Your husband. Though you’d seen his face many times now, you’d still always get an out-of-body experience, watching him take it off. Like it was some kind of sin.

“I love you so much,” Din’s unmodulated voice announced, and his brown eyes bored into your beauty. You smiled, feeling a wave of heat wash over your cheeks as you leaned your head into his chest. You slowly began to undress his plates of beskar armour, dropping them to the ground as you discarded them into a pile on the floor. “Such a pretty girl,” he cooed, and you shuddered, feeling his warm breath fan over the shell of your ear. “My pretty girl. All mine.”

“All yours,” you confirmed, dropping the final plate of beskar to the floor. “You need to relax, my love.”

“That word is foreign to me.” Din told you, smoothing out your hair before dropping his large hands down to your hips.

“So let me help you.”

You guided Din over to the bed he’d been eyeing up all night and helped him out of his under clothes, stripping him down to his boxer shorts only. You straddled his hips, pushing him back down amongst the satin sheets and letting your hands wander along his broad, scarred chest. He groaned wantonly. Your tender touch combined with the unfamiliar softness of what lay beneath him was almost enough to make him enter a meltdown. You hummed softly, your voice lulling him in the most comforting manner imaginable. Your fingers dipped further down his body and traced the short tufts of brown hair that poked out the hem of his underwear. Feeling your fingers fiddle with his waistband as he lay on the king sized bed felt ethereal. It was almost too much, he had to stop himself from swatting your hand away. If Din could have it his way, he’d grab you and roll you over, so he was on top -- taking control over you. But you had done this, all of this, to try and help him relax. So, he just lay there and surrendered to you.

The sky was dimming as the minutes passed by. You made a good habit to take your time with him, missing this kind of intimacy. Truthfully, it was hard to ever catch moments like this with Grogu being around. You and Din practically always had to sacrifice loving, passionate sex for quickies in between his bounties; and it wasn’t always easy.

“You-- you look so pretty like this, on top of me.” Your husband gasped out, his already dark eyes growing shades darker with lust.

For a split second, you pulled off him and untied your tunic, letting your simple robe fall to the ground and revealing your almost naked body to him. He was obsessed with you. Absolutely smitten, and it was unlike anything he’d ever been like with anyone ever before. Straddling him once more, you began to grind over his half hard cock, moaning at the friction between his underwear and your lace panties.

You leaned down and pressed your soft lips against his, enveloping him into a sweet kiss. You drop your lips along his gruff jaw and down the column of his neck, making a conscious effort to suck at his sweet spot you’d memorised so well. Reluctantly, you pulled off him and hovered over his lap, signalling with your hands for him to pull down his underwear. He took his hardening cock in his hand and wiped the beads of precum that had developed at his head. Taking the salty seed on his index finger, he brought it up to your mouth and pushed the digit in between your lips. You moaned longingly, relishing in his taste before pulling off him with a pop.

Din pulled off your panties and began to stroke between your folds, groaning when he felt just how slick and ready you were for him. He squeezed your hips and nodded, illustrating that he was ready, and you took a deep breath, anticipating the delicious stretch his cock offered you. You sank down on top of him, your eyes snapping shut as you felt every amazing bump and ridge and vein of his manhood grind along your fluttering walls.

He seated deep inside of you, giving you a few minutes to adjust, and he began to rub tight circles into your clit. He was absolutely mesmerized by you. You chanted his name like it was a prayer, and Din wondered how he ever got so lucky.

Feeling you clench around him and sensing you were about to cum, Din removed his hand from your cunt and gave you a small spanking on the curve of your ass. Your gasp of shock from your orgasm denial turned into a wanton moan as you wiggled further down on him. You giggled, nudging your nose against his as you felt the same finger he’d used earlier on you, make its way to your puckered asshole. Anal was something you’d been working your way up to, but hadn’t tried yet.

“Do you want this?” Din asked, teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger.

“Mhm,” you nodded desperately.

“Are you sure you can take it?” he beckoned, a wicked smirk gracing his soft pink lips.

“Y-yes,” you whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” Din growled, giving you another spank. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” you cried, “P-please Din, fuck, please. I want it.”

“Dirty girl.” He gritted out, slowly pushing his digit inside of you.

Maker, you were full. In every way imaginable, Din was filling you up, stretching you wide, and it felt… amazing. You began to rock your hips over his cock as he lazily thrust his finger inside your asshole, and you felt yourself panting with every little stroke and movement.

“You look so good, like this,” Din gasped. “Won’t last long.”

And, he didn’t. The second he felt you cumming on top of him, your walls gripping his girth tighter than a vice, he came undone. His load was large, as expected, as his seed spurted in ropes inside of you. Din’s hands wrapped around your stomach and he began to rub soothing circles in your tummy. You didn’t lift off him, but instead, relished the feeling of his cock softening inside of you.

“Maybe this time it’ll work,” he grumbled. “And if not, we’ll keep trying. I won’t stop til I’ve put a baby inside of you, cya’re.”

You hummed and stretched out over him, resting your sticky forehead against his. “Good job we have all honeymoon.”

Din chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek with his hand. Well, if you’d accomplished one thing, it was that Din was certainly feeling more relaxed, that’s for sure.

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foli-vora · 3 years

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foli my love! congratulations on the followers, you deserve them all and so many more. i admit i feel a bit like a proud mother hen, having watched this blog grow. i still go back and read our old interactions bc they were moments of such joy for me. anyways, im really happy for you and I'll always be reading your stuff and doing little happy dances whenever you upload!

as for the request, *clears throat*: a no. 3 please, smut, with dave york.

You are WONDERFUL. You are one of the reasons I stayed confident enough to keep posting my shit lmao, so thank you from the bottom of my heart! You will always mean the world to me, and I will always be grateful for you and the way you made my anxious self feel safe! ❤️ thank you for your request, angel, I hope you enjoy!

#3—hiding face in neck

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Warnings: swearing, softhusband!Dave, Dave’s basic ass middle name that I have now claimed as canon, smut 18+ ONLY, hand job, brief mention of oral sex (m receiving)

The morning sun shining in through the kitchen window dances along the cabinets and frames Dave in soft rays, his body half-hunched over his laptop spread on the counter next to his steaming cup of coffee.

“Piece of shit.” He grumbles, slapping the side of the screen with a small scowl.

“Good morning to you, too.” You snort quietly, slippers dragging along the floor as you wander into the room with a quiet yawn, smiling softly at the pair of dark eyes that immediately lock onto you.

“Did I wake you?”

Your smile widens, and you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder as you pass by, grabbing the mug he left out for you on the counter. “Yes. You’re incapable of making coffee without slamming at least one cupboard.”

He hums around the rim of his own cup. “Told you we needed the soft close things.”

“Or maybe just be quiet.”

“Or maybe just drag your ass out of bed at a respectable time.”

“Hey,” you accuse playfully, stretching out a hand to tap his ass. He snatches your wrist before you could even land a single swat, your laugh echoing in the quiet of the kitchen when he hauls you against his side and wraps a firm arm around you.

“I’ll be home a bit later than usual tonight.” He mutters into your shoulder, finishing up an email with one hand while the other smooths along the small sliver of skin on your waist shown from your top riding up. “Want me to bring home pizza?”

“Always.” You feel the gentle upwards curl of his lips and turn into his hold, snuggling into his side and kissing along his jaw. “Big day?”

He grunts, “Fucking meetings.”

“Sounds like you need a jump start on your day.” You comment against the freshly shaved skin of his cheek, nuzzling into the soft feel of it with a low hum of appreciation. “Can I?” You breathe softly, fingers trailing down along the buttons of his shirt before landing on the waistband of his pants.

He flicks a wrist out to eye the face of his watch, hand slamming the screen of his laptop before diving for a quick taste of your lips. “If you can make it quick—I want to beat traffic.”

“I’ll take as long as I like, David James—traffic or not.” You quip back, fingers deftly undoing his belt and pants. “Unless you have a problem with that?” Your head tilts as your fingers wrap around the soft skin of his cock, giving it a teasingly slow stroke and feeling him harden in your grip as you pull him from the confines of his pants.

His head falls into the curve of your shoulder, face pressing against the skin of your throat as he groans quietly, hips bucking into your touch. “Take as long as you need.”

“Mm... that’s what I thought.” You mutter, nose nuzzling into the soft tufts of his freshly washed hair, the fresh scent of his shampoo melting into your senses. Your grip tightens as he hardens, your thumb brushing over the head of his cock to spread the bead of precum that gathers at your teasingly slow affections.

“Such a hard worker,” you coo, licking the shell of his ear and smiling as he shudders in your hold. “You need to slow down and rest more... let me take care of you.”

Your free hand drops to gently cradle and massage his balls, and he hisses into your shoulder, hips jolting in surprise as he throbs in your hold. Your pace quickens and his shoulders tremble as he falls deeper into your body, breath becoming unsteady as it blows across your bare skin.

He tenses, and you know he’s close, dancing along the edge of pleasure. You know by the way he pants softly against your throat, and the way his cock thickens between your grasp, pulsing with the need for release. You still your hand and hold the base of him, squeezing to fend off his peak.

“Do you have enough time to fuck my mouth, baby? Or did you still want to beat traffic?” You ask sweetly, blinking innocently at him as his face levels with your own, jaw tense and eyes fierce.

“Knees—now.”

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shreddedparchment · 4 years

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Pseudo Princess Pt.21

Succumbing to Love

12/23/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 2,645

Warnings: Smut, feels, a smidge of angst

A/N: Rather than make you wait, I decided to release this on its own. It’s just smut, y’all. I mean, my smut is never just smut. There is a lot of exploration into their feelings in this one and some pretty big emotions are felt but it is just smut. I hope you like it! I don’t feel like I’m the best smut writer. I write it and hope that it’s okay but I know LOTS of other writers who can do it better. I hope only to make it enjoyable. Anywho, if you happen to reblog, thanks for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Losing count of the number of times that Steve has made your world spin is not possible.

Every climax seems to hit you harder than the last. Every touch is unforgettable. Quickly you familiarize yourself with the ways that Steve likes to touch your skin. The weight of his breath against your chest.

You know now the way his lips curve around yours, the taste of his tongue, and the gentle swirl as he moans into your mouth.

Even now, with it latched to your breast, nipple pebbled against his tongue as he suckles, two of his fevered fingers nestled within the soft silken folds of your cunt, his thumb doing a strange but luscious dance around your clit, you reach up to grasp a pillow left just out of range.

You divert them when you make no purchase and instead your hands find him. You grip tight and pull him in closer, fingers tangled in his messed blonde locks, the other ripping at the skin of his muscled shoulder.

He hisses at the scratch and pulls his head away but when he watches you break beneath him into unfettered pieces, his eyes are aglow with pride.

He runs his thumb in circles and watches as you whimper and keen against his hand, your body shaking with the pleasure of his triumph.

“That’s my girl.” He boasts and his voice is thick with lust. Deep and in your chest, making you ache just a bit more for him.

The fuzzies of your orgasm fade and your hands go limp around him, limbs pleasantly lifeless as you recover.

Twenty-three.

It’s taken him almost a week to get you to twenty-three climaxes. Each one perfection. Each one accompanied with a soft kiss to your lips. Each one more exhausting than the last and at an average of three per day, it’s no easy feat…for you.

Your body is wrecked from pleasure and it has begun to almost become torture to feel good but not have him do so with you.

You crave to make the connection that the two of you had almost shared every night for the first six months of your marriage and never once been as close as you are now.

You want him to feel it too. Your love. Your desire. The inescapable need to consume him just as he has consumed you over and over.

“I’m sorry, my sweet flower.” He apologizes, pulling his hand away from your pussy to run it along your body's naked length from collarbone to pelvis in admiration.

He stops at your stomach and with one hand splayed across the tiny swell, he leans down to kiss it.

You don’t want his apologies anymore. You’re at your limit and you need him.

“Steve…” You sigh, turning to look at him as he continues to stare at your body, tracing strange patterns with the burning tip of his finger.

He looks up at you, a small curve to his lips as he grins at you, so elated to be here again but on a whole new level. Like you, Steve is basking in the splendor of his giving you pleasure. Finally.

“Yes, my petal?” Leaning down he presses his lips to your tummy again, caressing the curve of your hip as he slowly moves around it.

Wet open mouthed kisses leave your skin glistening.

“I need you…” You swallow hard, trying to steel your nerves to tell him that you want him to make love to you. He’s been putting it off for so long. Careful. Gentle.

He looks up at you again, his hand flat against your little bump.

“I want you, within me, my love. My king." You manage and the curious shift in his expression almost makes you smile.

“We don’t have to, Y/N. You don’t-" He tries, but you push yourself up until you’re sitting and he has to look up at your face.

“I can’t wait any longer, Steve. Don’t you want me anymore? Will you not have me?” You worry, wondering if there is some other reason he won’t sleep with you.

Steve scoffs, half in disbelief, half amused.

He reaches up to hook his hand behind your head, caressing the nape of your neck with gentle massaging squeezes. It feels intimate and possessive and it makes your heart race.

Lips parted, you gasp quietly, wishing he’d hurry up as the last blissful bits of your last climax fade.

“I have never wanted someone as much as I want you, in my life. I didn’t know that I could feel this way about anyone ever again, Y/N. That my most primal of desires could be so wretchedly distracting. All I want is you. All of the time. Every second, of every day. Even now, you are too far from me.” He sighs heavily with exaggerated disappointment.

You chuckle because now he’s just being dramatic.

“We are inches apart.” You remind him.

“And is it not too far?” He wonders, his voice low with desire.

Once again you find the air in your lungs escapes you and when you answer your voice is a breezy whisper.

“It is.” You nod, a quick lip to your kissed-out lips. “Far too far.”

“Do you truly want me?” Steve wonders, the lust trading out for genuine wonder.

After everything that happened, of course he’s going to feel uncertain, just as you do.

“I’m ready. You are not the Steve that I met when we married.” You explain. “Are you?”

“I am not.” He quickly assures you. “I was a fool. I cannot believe you’re still here with me. If you had been any other woman…I think you might have left me after the first month. Or murdered me in my sleep.”

You laugh again, overcome with giddiness because it seems he truly does understand the suffering you’d pushed through in the beginning.

“I could never hurt you.” You tell him, reaching down to cup his cheek.

“And I will never stop trying to earn your forgiveness for the pain of what I caused and the things I took.” He looks down at your throat and once again seems to be hesitating.

“Steve?” You check, worried.

When he meets your eyes, he’s careful, searching your face for a tell.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He sighs.

“You won’t.” You smile at him. “Have you not proved yourself to me twenty times over by now?”

You chuckle once, so happy for the week you’ve spent with him here in bed, feeling the careful but eager caresses and at times pleasantly rough touch that Steve has been so energetically lavishing you with.

Steve’s cheeks flush red and he looks so adorable that you lean down to kiss him. The kiss distracts him from his thoughts and his puckered lips as you pull away draw you back in for another smooch.

He slides up, pushing you back, settling over you as he lays you back down on the bed until your head is settled on your pillow.

When you’re surrendered beneath him, he backs up his hands sliding along the smooth silver sheets of the bed.

He stands by your feet, reaches back behind his head and pulls his shirt over his head, exposing the beautiful body you’ve been missing. You admire the sharp lines of his pecs. The tuft of blonde hair that flows from their center down over his chiseled stomach and disappears below the waist of his pants has you licking your lips again.

Despite being with child, it all feels so new. So unfamiliar. Exciting in a way because this is your true first time. This will be the moment that you and Steve really solidify your lives together. Not that they weren’t already solid enough…but this begins a new level of closeness. A sincerity that has been missing since you both said, ‘I do.’

You shift on your bed, wiggling a little in anticipation as your cunt begins to throb with want. It clenches, eager for filling. You’re nearly vibrating with yearning.

“Steve…” You whine, watching as he hooks his hands into the waistband of his trousers.

He stares at you, eyes fevered. “I’m coming, my petal.”

You stare as he finally rids himself of all clothes. Without restraint, his cock stands erect, soft and peach, pink at the head where it’s glistening with his arousal.

Had he always been so big? You can see the vein underneath pulsating. He strokes himself, sliding along his length as he steps closer.

You whimper again, so eager, you might just jump him. Luckily, he crawls over you, but you spread your legs for him, and he slides his hand from your ankle to your knee, pushing your legs back to make space for himself.

With your arms wrapped around his neck you pull him down for a fevered kiss, all tongue and teeth and pure lust.

You moan.

Steve responds, rutting against your pussy where his cock slides between your folds to poke and prod without breaking you just yet.

He grows slick from the slick that his body provokes from you.

As he breaks the kiss, you moan into his open mouth, both of you freezing for a moment to relish in your two bodies touching and radiating want. This feels right. Just as it should always have felt.

Your mind whizzes past the night Thor touched you and not once had it felt as it did now. Your heart hadn’t ached like this or soothed like this. Your eyes hadn’t watered like they do now, on the verge of tears from finally feeling whole.

This is the consummate moment that you should have had on your wedding night.

Steve licks your lips, flicking the tip of his tongue against your lips. He wants you and you can feel it, not only in the hardness he’s grinding against your cunt but in the way his mouth hovers over yours, tasting your lips. It’s in the way his hands slide underneath your shoulders and he pulls your chest to his, pressing your pebbled nipples against the planes of his chest. He’s cradling you like you’re precious. It melts any remaining reservation you had for him and finally as his lips move down over your jaw, he reaches down to line himself up and slides into you slowly.

For a moment you stop breathing. This filling, he doesn’t stop until he’s buried completely within you, feels different from every other time he’s taken you. This time, he’s not taking…this time he’s giving and you’re openly accepting.

As he stops, his lips moving back towards your own and his hand coming up to caress the side of your face, your tears spill over leaving salty trails on your heated cheeks.

Steve pulls back and pumps into you once, then notices the tears on your face.

“Y/N?” He panics. “Shit, am I hurting you?” He makes to pull out, but you wrap your legs around him and hook your ankles beneath his bum to keep him pressed within you.

“No…” You stupidly sob. “No, don’t leave me.”

Steve slides back down, holding you close as he wipes at your tears with his thumbs.

“Don’t cry, sweet flower.” He coos, his own eyes glistening as if he might cry too. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” You sigh, trying to get a hold of yourself. “I’m so happy.”

Steve stares at you, searching for those words to be true. You smile because they are. You also sob again because you can’t help it.

“I love you so much.” You whisper, and Steve’s lips meet yours fervently.

He kisses you senseless and with your legs trapping him inside you, he begins to move.

He pulls back and impales you again. Over and over he fills you.

Every touch he makes is to pull you closer. Your mind reels, remembering the way he’d held you down before, your wrists, your hips, your shoulders. He’d used his body to do what needed to be done but had never sought to be near you.

As he pistons into you, your body shaking beneath his, he wraps his arms around your body laying right on top of you so that there is no space between you. He pulls you close however and doesn’t hold you to the bed. He wants you near.

“I love you…” He groans, moans, and whispers. He rubs his chin and cheeks against your own, nuzzling into you with affection while his cock takes you with lust.

He flips you both, turning you onto your side. As you straighten one leg, you keep the other hooked around his hip and pillows your head on his massive bicep as he rails into you, cupping the curve of your bottom as your skin slaps against his.

You turn your head, searching for him and he meets your open mouth with his kiss. Twisted tongues and mushed lips keep your moans quiet as you continue to groan with him.

He suddenly slows, his hands digging into your bottom as he holds you tighter and moves at a languid pace. He buries himself to the hilt, stopping every few seconds to watch you breathe heavily, high whimpers escaping your lips.

He kisses you after every one. Ecstatic and proud.

“Am I making you feel good, my Queen?” He asks, husky voice settling in your chest.

“Yes…” You sigh. “Oh, Steve…yes.”

He takes too long to move, and your hips move against his on their own.

“Please don’t stop.” You beg.

He obeys and renews his grip, but he moves slowly, his body cherishing yours as his hips grind against your clit.

The tension in your body rises. You pull yourself up a little, resting on your elbow as you cling to his wide shoulders and search for skin to bite. You find his throat and try not to break the skin but it’s impossible to resist the lure of his body.

He grunts as you bite, growling almost as he renews the rougher thrust and grips your ass so hard you know it will bruise.

“Yes…yes…” You moan, feeling that build up roll through your hips.

“You’re magnificent,” He praises you. “Perfection.”

And in the moment, who are you to argue when he worships your body as he does now?

“Steve…” You moan, your mind beginning to fog over.

Your body tightens, your leg is a vice around his hips. With your toes curled and your calf cramping, your body is rocked by its twenty-fourth climax.

You keen, biting his neck once again as your nails rip into his skin.

Steve groans, ramming into you a few more times before he slows and his heat fills you while he continues to pump into you, filling you to the brim.

Together the two of you fall apart, bodies rigid as a wave of numbing bliss takes you over.

After the pieces have shattered, after your cunt is no longer ablaze, you fall into his arms, weak and sated.

Steve is already kissing your shoulders, moving up towards your lips where he kisses you lazily, his own body still warped by pleasure.

“Are you okay?” He finally asks, swallowing hard as he finds your still crying eyes.

“I’m perfect,” You promise him. “So perfect.”

Steve smiles, relieved, breathing hard, his brow glistening with sweat.

You’ve never seen him sweat before.

You reach up to touch it, but he catches your hand and pulls it to his lips.

You relax, watching him kiss each of your fingertips before he kisses your palm then holds it against his cheek.

He opens his eyes, meets your loving and satisfied gaze.

“Twenty-four.” He whispers, then chuckles and rolls you onto your back as you laugh with him. “Twenty-five?”

He waits, watching you, stroking your cheek as he settles over you again.

You nod.

#king!steve x reader #king!steve x reader fanfiction #steve x reader fanfiction #steve x reader #medieval au #arranged marriage au #royal au #captain america x reader #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #pseudo princess

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alkhale · 4 years

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Desert Sun (Male!Vivi x Male!Hoku) Memos AU Ko-fi request

Hi! Recently i begin to love Vivi(theres dome amazing fanarts about genderbender!Vivi that i found ). so i would like to get an Vivi x Hoku or M!Vivi x Hoku or M!Vivi x M!Hoku ,please.

Pictures for reference! Male!Vivi by @bab_119

Male!Hoku looks a lot like Allen from D. Gray Man with just a bit shorter hair. He keeps the side braid with Mihawk’s ribbon or uses it to tie off a little ponytail at the base of his neck.

“What are you drawing, Hoku?”

Hoku paused, his fingers loosely holding the pencil in his grip. The lazy, light sketches looked back at him over the expanse of thick paper and he grinned a bit at the sight, looking up at Vivi’s voice. “Couldn’t sleep, prince charming?”

Vivi rolled his eyes at him, lightly running his fingers through the soft blue tufts of his hair. He came down the set of steps onto the lower deck where Hoku was leaning against one of Nami’s tangerine trees. A few peels sat at Hoku’s bare feet in the grass, his only evidence.

The front of Hoku’s wispy white bangs were pulled up over the top of his head, tied together in a silly looking tuft. The sight made Vivi want to chuckle, but he withheld it for now in case Hoku just started making fun of him for something else. The artist tended to be quick to bite back with retorts at Vivi if he tried to tease him too much, like stepping on the end of a cat’s tail.

Maybe it means we got closer. Vivi wondered, sighing as he looked over to the side. Or not.

The air was cool outside, another sign of their closeness to Alabasta’s own climate. Hot, rolling sun throughout the days and dark, cold nights across the endless expanse of sand and rolling desert. A sight and sensation Vivi never got sick of, not once, only missing it more as he got closer and closer to home.

Hoku shifted a bit to make room for Vivi underneath the tangerine tree. Vivi smiled a bit at that, trying not to get too hopeful and lowering himself down and getting comfortable beside Hoku, carefully stretching out his legs and watching how his legs stretched out just a bit further than Hoku’s.

Hoku’s feet weren’t as scratched up or scarred as Vivi thought they’d be. Well-protected by the sturdy, worn material of his boots sitting on the other side of him. Hoku’s hands were a different story though. Calloused, smoothed over, and then calloused all over again, only soft at the fingertips.

“It was getting too stuffy in the room,” Vivi said. Hoku snorted. “I wanted a bit of air.”

“Told you to just take the hammock outside,” Hoku said, pointing his pencil at the hammock he’d drawn from sheets and set up between Nami’s tangerine trees. Vivi raised a brow in amusement. “Nothing can beat a good hammock under the fresh air.”

“What do you do when it rains?”

“Just draw a tarp or a big umbrella, what else?”

Vivi laughed, a soft, elegant sound. Hoku rolled his eyes, turning his focus back to his sketchbook. Vivi watched his slender fingers move in silence, taking in the careful strokes and quick shifts of Hoku’s finger across the pages. He was never one for drawing or artistic crafts, but Vivi sometimes felt like he could watch Hoku do this forever.

Hoku loved what he did. He always looked like he loved down what he did.

Vivi wondered how much of that love Hoku could see himself.

“You’d die for your country, right? That’s good. I’ll lend you a life then if you need it.”

Their shoulders pressed against each other, warm still, from the earlier sunlight. Vivi idly rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the small space between his and Hoku’s legs before he quickly turned them away. Vivi winced, realizing his eyes landed instead on the bare expanse of Hoku’s stomach, left exposed from the shortness of the tight white turtleneck he wore, showing off the lean, taut muscle.

Vivi’s eyes quickly shifted to the side of Hoku’s face instead, quietly following the red ink pattern blended into his skin, curving softly around his eye. Vivi almost laughed again, realizing normally Luffy didn’t let him get away with looking this long.

“Tell me about Alabasta.”

Vivi blinked, looking up in confusion. Hoku didn’t look up at him, never taking his eyes off the page. “Go on, anything. Or you could just give me a bit of blood too.”

“Alabasta?” Vivi said. Hoku nodded, once. “I—well, is there a reason—”

“Don’t have too if you don’t want to,” Hoku said, sketching absently at the bottom of the page. “Up to you. Running out of ideas.”

Vivi kept silent for a moment, thinking it over. Hoku was warm beside him, reminding Vivi of the first rays of sunlight in the morning, not too warm, just barely there and gone in a blink. Hoku smelled like ink, a hint of iron and something else, like a flower maybe underneath the heavier smell of tangerines all around them.

“Guess I’ll just draw Usopp,” Hoku muttered.

Vivi quickly straightened, clearing his throat before he started to speak, a little hurried at first. “It’s a lot larger than people realize. Across the desert it seems like it stretches as far as the ocean, but there’s all kinds of small spots that mark what’s what. The towns are all different, unique in their own way and filled with history.”

“Okay, tell me about one.”

“Alubarna—it’s where I grew up,” Vivi quickly continued, trying to keep Hoku’s attention on his words, on his home. Hoku’s pencil lightly shifted over the paper. “So big, a small child could easily get lost in the columns, fit right behind them.”

“What were you like as a kid?” Hoku mused. Vivi brightened.

“I, well, I wasn’t quite the picture perfect image for a prince. I got into trouble a bit and fought with some of the local kids, but we also became friends! I followed my father around—”

“You look more like your mom or your dad?” Hoku asked.

Vivi hesitated a second before saying softly, warmly, “My mother.”

Hoku’s lips curled up into a crooked smile. Vivi stared at it a bit in wonder. “Me too.”

Vivi felt the words gathering up at his throat. He tried to figure out the most elegant way to say it, to ask— “What was your home like? What were you like as a child, Hoku?”

“Keep going,” Hoku said softly.

“T-The palace is grand and white, huge, swirling columns and massive statues of Alabasta’s guardian deities stand in front of it,” Vivi said, hoping his chance would come again. “I think people from Artopoki were paid years ago to help build them.”

“Oh~” Hoku said. “Must be real good then. Keep going.”

Vivi’s voice grew smoother, warmer as the memories came flooding back to him in perfect clarity. They appeared, bright as day and perfectly clear in all their entirety, as if he’d never left the sand and the smell of the sun and the dry, warm heat. Hoku’s hand continued to move, quick and effortless across the page and Vivi followed it with a sort of hypnotic ease, feeling his shoulders unwind, his back relax. Hoku’s warmth didn’t disappear beside him.

“I love Yuba too,” Vivi said slowly. “My best friend is there... Yuba’s a great center of commerce and life...”

“What are the seasons like?” Hoku murmured.

“Always warm,” Vivi mumbled, his eyes drooping a bit. He tried to shake his head awake. “But the nights get cold... you might... like it...”

“Keep going,” Hoku said, soft by his ear. Vivi continued, mumbling the words out, his eyes drooping a bit. He tried to keep going, feeling the heavy, heavy fatigue pulling at his eyes.

Vivi could feel the sun behind his eyelids, warming his skin. He wondered if Hoku wouldn’t mind the heat too much. He said he liked the sun, right? Hoku had never tried food from Alabasta either. Would he like the palace baths? Maybe not, since Hoku didn’t seem fond of water. There was a lot Vivi wanted to show him, lots and lots.

More of my home... would you like to see it?

Hoku waited a few more minutes until the soft sound of Vivi’s breathing filled his ears. He sighed in amusement through his nose, shifting his shoulder under the weight of Vivi’s head resting on it. Hoku snorted, ripping out the page in his book and folding it up, tucking it into the waistband of Vivi’s pants.

Hoku debated his options for a bit until the silky ends of Vivi’s hair started to tickle his chin, the soft warmth of Vivi’s breath against his neck. Hoku rolled his eyes. Look at this guy.

Hoku carefully maneuvered Vivi’s head onto the soft grass, standing up. He took a moment, considering Vivi’s poor looking figure on the lonely floor before he finally threw a quickly drawn blanket over him. Vivi shifted, groping around on the grass and Hoku tossed a body shaped pillow down beside him too, watching with a snort as Vivi wrapped his arm around it and sighed, content.

Hoku rolled his eyes again, lightly nudging Vivi’s slumbering form with his foot before hopping into his own hammock with a satisfied sigh, grinning up at the stars as he shut his eyes.

“Sleep tight, prince charming—hngh?”

Hoku let out a garbled shout, a strong tug ripping him entirely out of his hammock and back onto the grass. He tried to sit up, hissing at the pain in his back when a sudden weight tossed itself over his stomach, pinning Hoku back flat to the ground. His eyes bulged from his head, jerking over to where a completely knocked out Vivi was sighing in deep content, the crease in his brow relaxing as he tightened his arm around Hoku and let his cheek rest on Hoku’s shoulder, snuggling up to him.

Hoku experimentally pried at Vivi’s arm, wheezing in surprise at the young man’s grip. Goddess!

Hoku scowled, grumbling in discontent. He threw his arms behind his head, cushioning it and shutting his eyes with a sigh. I’ll just wait till he lets up. When he wakes up tomorrow he’s gonna get it.

A few minutes passed and Hoku’s own brows relaxed a bit, body growing slack as sleep overtook him. Somewhere along the way Vivi shifted, one hand sleepily guiding Hoku’s head to rest on his chest while the blanket was strewn over them, Vivi’s arm returning to encircle Hoku’s shoulders.

Hoku muttered something in his sleep while Vivi let out a relaxed sigh, looking pleased.

- Luffy threw a fit in the morning, Vivi hid his face in his hands and Hoku simply packed up his hammock and decided he’d set up camp up in the crow’s nest

(this was more fun to write than i expected hahahaha, i get such student council president and lazy, not really a delinquent but unmotivated, complicated art student dynamics from these two)

#memos #memos au #vivi #hoku #vivi x hoku #ViKu #male hoku looking more like mahina kinda makes me soft #male!vivi #male!hoku #ko-fi request #ko-fi requests

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cerebralthundering · 5 years

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Bounce

Oof, I know it’s been forever since I wrote something. This one has been in my head for a while though & just haven’t been exactly sure how to go about it. I hope you like it though. And send me requests! I may start doing Brendon stuff too. Who knows.

Josh x fem reader: smut

Warnings: sex, duh. Bruising/scratching. Cursing.

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It was just a chill Saturday afternoon at home where you were watching tv as your boyfriend, Josh, was in the basement practicing his drums. His band was off tour for a couple weeks between dates so you enjoyed having him a home. You were getting kinda bored watching tv after a while though & decided to go check on Josh.

You open the door to the sound-proof room to see him going hard at the drums. He was going so hard & was so focused he hadn’t yet noticed you walk in the room. You stood in the doorway just watching him intently. God, it always turned you on so much watching him play the drums - the way he put his all into it, watching his toned sweaty body, & imagining making that stool bounce in a different way. You bit down on your lip & tightened your legs.

“Hey babe!” he suddenly greets you as he finally noticed you in the doorway, knocking you out of that daydream. He put his drumsticks down beside him on the ground & took a swig of water. Shit, had he noticed the way you had been watching him? “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to come see how you were doing. I was getting kinda bored up there,” you tell him.

“Are you sure that’s the only reason?” he asks. You swallow hard.

“Uhh...w-what do you mean?”

“Well, you were standing there biting your lip & looking at me like you wanted to jump my bones,” he bluntly states. Shit, he did notice. You bit your lip & blushed while staring down at your feet. You had never told him how watching him play turned you on so much. You were worried he’d think it was weird or silly. You stumble over your thoughts before answering, trying to think of a good excuse, but nothing was coming to mind.

“Oh...umm...it’s nothing...” Your answer clearly didn’t satisfy him as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“Well...uhh...you gotta promise you won’t think it’s stupid, okay?” you plead.

“Babe, of course not. I promise.”

“Okay, well...err...watching you play the drums kinda...um...turns me on,” you mumble out while still looking down at the ground. You hear him take a heavy breath.

“Go on...” he requests while biting down on his own lip now. Damn, him biting his lip always drives you wild.

“The way you so passionately play them...& watching you get so hot & sweaty...& imaging, uh...”

“Say it, baby.”

You take a deep breath before quickly spewing out, “Imaging fucking you on that drum stool & bouncing up & down.” His eyes widened while inhaling sharply. Suddenly he stands up & starts walking towards you. You bite down harder on your lip while watching him intently. His eyes scan your body with lust & then his hands grab your hips & start pulling you back towards the stool. He sits back down on the stool as you’re still standing & he pulls your shirt off over your head. Once it’s on the floor he pulls you down onto his lap & grabs your face to kiss you. You place your hands on his chest while reciprocating his kiss & beginning to slowly grind down on his lap. The kiss quickly heats up & becomes more passionate, feeling him slide his tongue into your mouth. Your hands move up into his hair to gently grab the tufts of his short, dark hair.

After a moment he starts moving his hands to your back to unclasp your bra & then toss it to the floor. You gently inhale as you feel his hands moving back to the front to grab your breasts while still not breaking from the kiss. His thumbs start teasing your nipples as you gently moan into his mouth. You bite down on his bottom lip before you break the kiss to move your lips to his neck to begin to suck & nibble on it, making him softly moan as you continue grinding on him. You can feel his hard-on through his shorts as you press down harder. You feel one of his hands snake down your stomach between your bodies to make its way underneath the waistband of your pants as well as your panties.

“Mmm, you’re so wet, baby,” he breathily speaks out.

“All for you,” you reply as you feel him start to move his fingers between your folds, making you even more wet while moaning into his ear. Your hips still grinding down with his hand now between the two of you is making his fingers feel even better until he suddenly slips his hand back out.

“Stand up,” he insists. You do as you’re told & stand up in front of him. He grabs the waistband of both your pants & panties at the same down & quickly pulls them down before you step out of them. You immediately bend down to do the same to him, helping him wriggle out of his shorts & boxer briefs, causing his erection to spring out. You start licking your lips in excitement, knowing this fantasy of yours that you’ve had for a while is finally about to come true.

“Listen. I want you to get on my lap like you’re gonna ride me but wait a second so I can hold onto your waist when we bounce,” he explains. You nod in agreement & line up his hard cock with your entrance & slowly sit back down, causing both of you to gently moan out.

You wrap your arms around his back tightly, grabbing onto his shoulders as his hands grip tightly on your hips. “Ready?” he asks. You nod again.

He suddenly bounces once to test things out & you feel yourself slide up his cock & then back down while bouncing up & then again as you come down. This quick action makes you scream out from both pleasure & surprise.

“Holy shit!” he exclaims while staring at you to gauge your reaction.

“Fuck! Keep going!” you proclaim.

He starts bouncing again, speeding up slowly, causing you to feel like he’s fucking you at double the speed as normal, causing hard moans, screams, & expletives to fly from both of your mouths.

After he gets a rhythm going with the bouncing you start grinding your hips again, causing an even more explosion of pleasure. You can feel his fingers gripping so tight on your hips that it’ll probably leave bruises. Your fingers & nails are doing the same down his back.

You start to feel the warmth brewing in your abdomen warning you that you’re close. “J-Josh, I -“ your statement interrupted by another scream as you bounce, “I-I’m close!”

“Fuck, me too, baby.” After another breathy moan he growls out, “Make a mess on this stool.”

“Shit!” You continue yelping out as your movements get sloppy as your legs begin to tremble & weaken. Your nails dig into his back as the pleasure begins to erupt. “Fuck, Josh!” you scream out. You bury your screams into his shoulder, savoring this moment. Your walls tightening around his cock pushes him over the edge as well. “Oh god!”

You continue sloppily grinding your hips at a slower pace now as you both ride out your orgasms. He bounces one last time causing one last yelp out of you as you both finally come to a pause & losening your grips. Neither of you said anything for a minute as you both took the time to finally catch your breath, your forehead resting on his shoulder. The sweat is glistening on both bodies under the basement lights.

“Holy...shit...” he sighs. You look up at with a smirk on your face which makes him grin.

“Holy shit, indeed!” you laugh.

“Kinda sad though...” he confesses.

“Why?” you ask, puzzled, furrowing your brows.

“Sad that you didn’t tell me about this little fantasy of yours sooner,” he jokes. You roll your eyes & laugh. “That was the hottest fucking thing ever.”

“Yeah, damn, now I do wish I had told you sooner,” you blush.

“Well we’ll just have to make up to lost time then I guess...” he trails off, slyly smirking.

“Hell yeah, baby.”

You both stay in that position for a couple minutes longer until he breaks the silence. “So, are we gonna stay like this forever? Not that I would mind...”

You laugh before responding, “I, uh, don’t think I can move.” Your legs literally felt like Jello.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he requests. You did as told & wrap your legs as tightly as you could around his waist. He then stands up, his hands holding onto tight under your ass, & walking to the nearby couch before plopping you down. You shift a bit until you’re comfortable on the couch. He grabs the blanket hanging over the back & drapes it over you. He then walks back to grab his shorts & puts them back on.

“I still need to finish practicing this song,” he explains. “You can lay there as long as you need.”

“Okay, but you know what watching you before lead to,” you coyly state.

“Well shit, I’m never gonna finish then, am I?” he jokes.

“Nope!” you wink.

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