#and wow! It makes me want to bite heads off! but I'm not allowed to be annoyed because they are “”“helping”“”

[ken-dom]

Ken’s First Orgasm

Ken x reader

1.1k words

Summary: Since Ken entered the real world, he’s been experiencing some… feelings (AKA a good orgasm might calm him down)

Author’s Notes: It’s smutty, it’s tongue-in-cheek, it’s a little bit silly… just take it for what it is, enjoy the Kenergy and have fun 🩷

This was my first Ken fic, originally posted to my main blog under the title 'Ken's First Time.' Due to a tagging issue on my main, I'm reposting my works here to have everything in one place.

Warnings/content: NSFW, 18+, first kiss, first orgasm, making out, dry humping, hand job, gn!reader, Ken’s self doubt and nerves (and crying)

‘I’ve been getting these… urges, like, there’s something stirring deep inside me that I can’t seem to tame,’ Ken uttered huskily, fingers toying with the hair by your ear. ‘I think it might be because I’m craving… this.’

Biting his lip, he stared deep into your eyes, the heat of his gaze dropping down to your lips before slowly leaning in.

When you followed his lead, breath quickening as you tilted your head, he faltered, pulling back with a quiet growl and balling his fists in frustration.

He had hung on your every word all day, never taking his eyes off you for a single moment. And you’d noticed the way he lit up every time you looked at him… but now, you began to wonder if you’d done something to put him off.

‘Ken?’ you breathed carefully.

‘I- I’ve never…’ he hesitated.

Oh. That’s all it was. You dipped your head to meet his sparkling eyes again.

‘You’ve never kissed anyone?’ you asked gently, lifting your palm to rest softly against his handsome cheek.

Ken cleared his throat and forced a smile. ‘I’ve tried. Lots of times.’ He lifted his chin with mock confidence, as though trying to kiss was some sort of proud accomplishment. ‘You know how it can be.’

‘It’s alright,’ you soothed, rubbing your thumb soothingly over his cheekbone. Your mind raced with what else he probably hadn’t done either, the thought causing heat to pool at your core. ‘We’ll take it at your pace.’

The silky tone of your voice and the comfort of your words made him feel… dizzy? He blinked his gaze away, blushing. Feeling it again. That pull of something deep in his gut that made him want to submit himself to… whatever it was his body was craving so much. Damn it, he really needed to just get over it and kiss you.

You smiled warmly, leaning in again with pause enough to allow him time to decide. To your delight, he pressed forward, lips crashing soft and wet against yours, and as you parted your lips to encourage his tongue, he moaned loudly into your mouth while his fingertips drove hard into the flesh at your waist.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, it was suddenly hard to remember to breathe, his needy whines and desperate grabbing clouding your thoughts, causing your legs to tremble, but eventually you pulled away, panting.

‘Wow, Ken… that was-’

‘Terrible! I mean, you… you were great. I had no idea what I was doing. I'm not made for kissing, I’m only good at Beach.’ He shook his head, frustrated. ‘I shouldn’t have- mmh!… mmm…’

You shut him up instantly, diving back for more and inadvertently pushing him to lay back on the bed. You straddled him naturally, conscious thought still lost in the haze of excitement.

‘You- you liked it?’ he breathed huskily as you pulled up to get a look at how pretty he was, breathless with anticipation beneath you.

You nodded, humming in approval. ‘And it feels like you did too,’ you smirked, grinding down against his already aching erection.

The noise he made was unearthly, a growl and a whimper and a groan and a desperate exhale all at once. The pressure he had been feeling there released ever so slightly with a small pearl of precum, affording him a moment of bliss between the aching neediness.

You stilled, worried you’d hurt him somehow, but his eyes widened revealing pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates, and you realised it had been a sound of pleasure, not pain.

‘What… was… THAT?’ he cried out breathlessly. ‘That felt incredible! Sublime! That’s it! That’s what I’ve been craving?! Do it again? Please-’

The last word tapered into a whine as you rolled your hips to grind against him again, and he flopped down onto the pillow, eyes rolling back with overwhelming sensations he couldn’t find the words for.

‘Ken?’ you asked softly, leaning down, ‘you’ve never had an orgasm before have you?’

He shook his head.

‘Do you want to?’

He couldn’t catch his breath and his reply came out as a husky whisper. ‘Will it feel like that again?’

‘Better,’ you grinned wickedly.

‘Oh fuck, yes,’ he mumbled, not even realising he’d sworn. ‘Please.’

You leaned in to kiss him again, igniting the flames inside him that had been roaring since the first time you held his hand. Ken moaned in anticipation, closing his eyes tightly, composing and preparing himself.

You rocked your hips only once more and he exploded, fists bunching the sheets while you continued to writhe against him, his back arching off the bed and tears prickling at his eyes as his orgasm tore through every fibre of his being.

It was like nothing else. How had he never so much as wondered what this would be like until he had entered the real world and discovered human feelings and thoughts… and needs.

His chest heaved as he came down from his high, lazily lifting an arm to rest over his forehead in complete surrender while he tried to claw his way back to the present, with you.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with you smiling down at him, nothing short of smug.

‘Was that- did I-?’ he stuttered.

‘You sure did,’ you panted, heart pounding and heat rushing down to keeping your own arousal simmering. God, he was a picture, mussed hair and pink cheeks and heavy eye lids.

‘Oh… oh, that was, it was-’

You chuckled, climbing off him to settle at his side, where he turned to face you.

‘Should I have… you know? Was there something I didn’t do? You didn’t…’

The concern in his eyes was endearing, but you laughed again and he relaxed. Another tear slid down his cheek as you caressed his arm tenderly.

‘Don’t worry, Ken, we have time for that. I get the feeling you’ll be great at… doing stuff. Besides, that wasn’t quite the whole thing. I’m glad it felt good, but there’s a lot more I can show you. If you want me to…’

Ken snorted a disbelieving laugh. ‘Well, good, because these urges I’ve been getting? I think they might have actually been for-’

‘Orgasms,’ you interrupted with a smirk. ‘Yeah, humans tend to get that a lot.’

‘I’m not surprised! How do you get through the day without doing that at regular intervals?’

You laughed, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. ‘It will calm down when you’re a little more used to it. In the meantime… let’s make the most of your libido, yes?’

‘Absolutely,’ he agreed eagerly, as though the word libido meant anything at all to him. Nevertheless, he was as eager as anything for another round.

‘I’m going to start undressing you this time… if that’s alright?’ you muttered seductively, kissing at his collar bone while your fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt.

‘Of course. You don’t have a body like mine for nothing. Well, I suppose it’s main purpose is for Beach, but-’

‘Ken?’

‘Yeah?’

You didn’t use any more words, and he suddenly lost all concept of his own thoughts when your hand slid inside his beach shorts.

‘How does this feel?’ you whispered as your fingers wrapped loosely around his thick length and pumped slowly, lightly. You didn’t want to overwhelm him too soon.

‘R-real- f-fucking- oh!- good, hnnng…’

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[pedroshotwifey]

Beg For It

Pairing: Virgin!Din Djarin x afab!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Tags/warnings: piv sex, oral (m), cock worship, virgin din, premature ejaculation, teasing, humiliation, sub din, dom reader, degradation, cockpit sex™, embarrassment, age gap (younger reader), din djarin's monster cock, helmet stays on, pet names, snarky reader, experienced reader, stuff I'm forgetting (c'mon guys, it's me.)

Summary: You make a shocking discovery about Din and decide to do something about it.

A/N: Hey babes! Sorry if you're waiting on TTF or FB rn, but my brain does not want to cooperate atm. TTF 4 should be out relatively soon, but I'm not sure about FB. I hope you like this fic, bc I have no idea where it came from 🤣 My asks are always open in the meantime!!

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“Fuck, it’s tight in here,” you complain as you stuff yourself into the small alcove exposed by the panel that was just removed from the Crest’s wall. 

“And a fucking mess. Do you ever organize this shit, Din?” 

The exasperated sigh that comes from behind you is enough to answer your question. 

You roll your eyes as you reach for the tangled ball of wires in front of you. No wonder the lights have been flickering. You’re lucky it wasn’t anything worse than that. 

“Who would even be doing this shit if you didn’t have me? Not like your broad ass could fit in here.” 

Mando scoffs behind you. 

“We got along perfectly fine before you,” he argues. “Grogu could fit in there, I’d have him do it.” 

Now it’s your turn to laugh. 

“Yeah, that would go over well.” 

Din ignores your quip as he comes up to your side and nudges you with his boot. 

“Hey! Can you not?” You turn your head to bite out at him even though he can’t see you. 

“Scootch over,” he demands. “I need to see what you’re doing so you don’t blow the ship up or something.” 

“Wow, it’s really reassuring to know how much faith you have in me, Mando.”

You swear you hear him bite down on a laugh and you smile despite yourself. You squash yourself to the side as much as you can, allowing a small gap so Din can peek in beside you. He groans as he lowers himself to his belly. 

“Poor old man,” you can’t help but tease. “Bad knees getting to you?” 

“Shut up,” Din quips. 

You don’t actually know how old Din is, but you’re placing your bets on late thirties or early forties. Definitely older than you either way, but not quite old enough to be deserving of your quips. That’s not going to stop you, of course. 

By the time he’s looking inside, you’ve untangled the mess of wires and separated the two that need to be switched. 

“Damn it, Mando, you’re blocking my light. I can’t see shit.” 

He sighs for the umpteenth time today. 

“Really? There’s plenty of light,” he argues. 

“Yeah, maybe when you have a fucking night vision mod in your helmet. Get up and tell me what to do from there.” 

He obeys but you swear you hear him mutter something about being bossy through a groan. 

“What have you done so far?” 

“I’ve separated the red and blue wires from the rest.” 

“Okay, go ahead and pull them both from their outlets.” 

You try to pull them off, but you can’t quite reach the outlets on the back wall. 

“Damn it,” you mutter. 

You shove your knees under yourself and arch your back in attempt to push yourself further into the wall. Straining a bit, you’re able to grasp both ends and successfully tug them towards yourself. 

“Got it, what now?” 

“Put the red wire where the blue wire was, and the blue where the red was,” Mando instructs. His voice sounds much raspier than it had a second ago, making you quirk a brow. 

“You okay there?” you ask as you finish the task. 

“Yup,” he croaks. 

“Okay, I’m coming out.” 

You start to wriggle yourself back, and you hear Din make a strangled sound before biting down on it. It’s not until you feel your ass waggling with your movement that you realize what has him so worked up. A sly smirk quickly spreads across your face as you decide there’s no harm in teasing him a bit. 

You groan and arch your back further as you back out, your ass up in the air as much as you can get it. You take your sweet time sitting up once you're out, and you can almost feel the heat coming from Mando by the time you do. You turn around to face him only to find that he’s avoiding your gaze, his hands clasped together casually in front of his crotch. You honestly wonder who he thinks he’s fooling—there’s not much that could hide a tent that size. 

“What’s the matter, big boy?” you ask sweetly. “You look a bit flustered.” 

“N-nothing.” 

You have to physically bite down on your lip to avoid laughing at his voice crack. You’ve never heard him struggle so much. He clears his throat and tries again. 

“Nothing’s wrong, cyar’ika.” 

“Hm. You sure? Because I’m pretty sure you were checking my ass out a second ago.” 

Din chokes on nothing as soon as the words are out of your mouth. 

“I was not!” He bites out in a panicked tone. 

“Nothing wrong with it, I get it. I’d check out my ass, too,” you laugh and shrug. He looks down at his feet and your brows furrow. This might be the most flustered you’ve ever seen him. 

“Dude, it was just an ass, not a big deal. I’m sure you’ve seen much more than that,” you chuckle lightly. 

He slowly looks up at that, and time comes to a stop as things click into place in your head. 

“Holy shit,” you say, bewildered. “You haven’t seen more than that. You’re a virgin aren’t you?” 

You grin when he says nothing in response. No fucking way the Mandalorian hasn’t fucked or been fucked before. Hell, you’ve wanted to fuck him since you came aboard this junk pile of a ship. Damn, you’re going to take this opportunity and fucking run with it. 

“Poor baby Din, never had pussy before,” you coo at him as you stand all the way up. “What’s the matter? Is it too small? Maybe you don’t even like pussy. You want a big strong man to fuck your ass?” You know you’re just spouting anything you think might get under his skin at this point. 

“N-no,” he bites out, though there’s not much conviction behind it. You continue walking towards him, forcing him toward the cockpit’s pilot seat. 

“No? You don’t like cock, Din?” 

“I think you need some help, big guy. You clearly need someone to dominate you, since you don’t have the balls to step up yourself. You’re lucky I’m here, I can show you how good it can be.”

Din’s hands move closer to his clothed cock to hide the twitch that ensues from your words. You see the movement and it only spurs you on. He gulps again as you keep walking toward him.

“No, I-”

“Take a seat, Mando.” 

He crosses his arms and stands up straighter, leveling you with a defiant stare you can practically feel through his beskar helmet. 

“I will do no such thing.” 

“Oh,” you reply, crossing your arms and returning the look. “But you will.”

You glance down at the impressive bulge in his flight suit, smirking when you catch him shift ever so slightly under the weight of your gaze. 

“I think you want to sit down for me, Mando. And I think you’re going to be begging for my cunt by the time I’m done with you.”

You take a step toward him, and you can see the subtle way he stops himself from taking a step back in response. You stop in front of him and let your hand down to graze his covered length. There’s a sharp intake of breath barely heard throughout the hull. If you had been standing where you were a few seconds ago, you would have missed it. 

“Sounds like you already want to, actually.” 

You cup him fully now, and a strangled sound slips through his tightly sealed lips. 

“Poor little virgin Din, doesn’t even know how good he could have been feeling all this time,” you tease, giving him a light squeeze. 

“S-stop,” he grits out, uncrossing his arms to grab your wrist with one hand. Your movements come to a swift stop. 

“Ask me again, and I will,” you tell him. “But I don’t think you really want that, do you? I think you want to stick your dick inside my warm pussy and come your dumb little brains out.”

There’s a brief silence as you stare each other down, and you can almost feel the way he starts to consider his options. 

“I-”

You give him another squeeze, tighter this time, and his hips buck forward as another animalistic sound tumbles from his tongue. 

“Fuck, please,” Din whines as he gives up trying to hold back. You grin wildly at the sound. 

“Please, what, Din? What do you want?” 

“P-please fuck me!” 

Your hand flattens against him and starts to rub sensually up and down, giving him enough friction to have him shivering with each pass. 

“Okay, baby. Sit down like I told you to, and I’ll take care of you.” 

He nods as you start to lead him backwards, the back of his knees hitting the cockpit chair and forcing him to follow your instructions. 

“What a good boy,” you lean forward to coo at the side of his helmet, right where his ear would be. “Why don’t you take your cock out for me?” 

You push yourself away from him, your hands placed on either arm rest as you lean over him. Din hesitates for a moment, clearly not used to the kind of vulnerability you’re asking him to surrender. 

“Go ahead, baby. I promise I won’t make fun.” In fact, you know you won’t. Judging by the massive tent in his pants, there is absolutely no way that Din Djarin is anywhere near small. Not that you’ll tell him that, of course. 

You stare intently as he gulps and lets his hands trail down to unbuckle his belt and shakily pull his zipper down, revealing his boxers. He waits a beat before pulling himself completely out, and you have to fight to keep your jaw from dropping when he does. 

“Holy shit, Djarin,” you gawk. “Well, your dick definitely wasn’t the problem. Scared some people off if anything.” Honestly, it almost scares you. You don’t think your hand could even fully wrap around it if you grabbed it right now. 

You look back to his helmet, making what you hope is eye contact. Judging by the way he shifts in the seat, you’re pretty sure you’re spot-on. 

“You’re so pretty, Din. It’s a shame nobody’s ever told you.” 

“T-thank you,” he breathes, his head turning slightly. 

“I want you to put your hands on the armrests while I show you how pretty I think you are.” 

He hesitates, obviously still not sure about any of this. 

“Go ahead,” you prompt. “Unless you want me to cuff you to the damn chair.” 

At this, he quickly obeys your request and lets his hands go to grip the rests. His cock slaps up, hard and leaking against his covered stomach. He twists his neck all the way to the side, avoiding eye contact as much as he can manage. As much as he’s resisting giving in, you can see how his chest heaves with desire. In this case, the lust is simply stronger than the embarrassment. 

You quickly bring a hand up to grab at the bottom of his helmet, roughly jerking his head back to look at you. 

“You’re going to watch me while I suck your cock. If I see you look away, you’re not going to like what happens after.” 

Din shivers and nods, shaken slightly by your authoritative tone. 

“Say ‘yes, ma’am’.” 

You watch his throat bob as he gulps down his nervousness. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes out. 

“See, you can be such a good boy when you put your mind to it.”

You slink down to your knees and place your hands on his thick, tense thighs. With your eyes level with his cock, you’re able to watch the way a spurt of precum dribbles down from the tip. 

“Look at that, baby. Little dick is drooling already and I haven’t even touched you.” 

Din tenses and clenches his hand but makes a point not to look away. Good, at least you know he’s listening. Who knew how easy it is to tame a Mandalorian? A little humiliation and degradation can go a long way. 

You lean forward, grabbing hard onto his thighs in reminder to keep his hands where they are as you stick your tongue out to scoop up the precum leaking down his shaft. His hips jut forward, and you swear you hear a quiet whine from his helmet. You can’t help but chuckle lightly.

You decide not to waste your time with little licks, and instead lean forward to take his entire tip into your mouth. Now you definitely hear a whine. You struggle to shove more of him into your mouth and down your throat, his girth making it much more of a task than it needs to be. 

You can feel yourself getting wetter just from the thought of how deliciously he would stretch you out in other places. It really is a damn shame he’s kept this absolute monster tucked away for so long. 

His fingers twitch at the same time his head slams back into the headrest, though he keeps it angled down so he can keep watching you. You have to swallow a few times to work him all the way down, and by that time you can almost feel the way he’s tightened up to restrain himself. 

You take pity on him and pull back, resisting the urge to gag as his weight drags across your throat again. A string of spit connects you to his shiny cock as you smirk up at him. 

“Tell me how it feels, sweet boy.” 

“F-feels s-so good, c-cyare,” Din squeaks. 

“Yeah, you want more?” 

He nods furiously and you immediately flick the tip of his swollen cock, earning you a strangled yelp as his hips buck wildly. 

“What’s the matter? Finally got your dick wet and suddenly you forget how to speak?” 

He begins to shake his head before catching himself and giving you a verbal response. 

“N-no–I mean, yes, yes I want more! Please touch me,” he thrusts his hips forward again, though you're not sure if it’s voluntary or not. 

“Alright, since you asked so nicely.” 

You quickly grasp him and start to pump him furiously, leaning to him again to drool on his tip. The extra lubricant makes your hand glide more smoothly, your pace picking up to the point where you can see his balls drawing up. 

You work your mouth in tandem with your fist, worshiping his throbbing cock with open mouthed kisses and gentle nips on the exposed skin. You close your eyes for a second to savor the way he feels between your lips, and the salty flavor that graces your tongue. If you died with Din Djarin’s dick in your mouth, you would die a happy woman.

“C-cyare, I-” 

He cuts himself off as you quickly pull yourself away, leaving him with nothing but your cooling spit to focus on. 

“No, no, no–ung–I, p-please!” 

You laugh at him as he thrusts up, trying to find some kind of friction. His voice sounds wet, almost like there are tears in his eyes. 

“Aww,” you stand back to admire his writhing body. “Poor thing can’t remember anything but ‘please’. That’s cute. Not hard to get you dumb, is it, Mando?” 

You start to strip in front of him, and his hands come up from the armrests. 

“You better not be moving your fucking hands, Din,” you warn. “I know where you keep those damn binders, don’t think I won’t use them.” 

He groans but lets his wrists back down. His feet shift instead since there’s nothing else he’s able to move at the moment. He whines again as your top comes off with your bra, and then your pants with your panties. 

Fully naked and obviously soaked, you stalk toward him yet again, stopping to place your hand on his shoulder as you climb into his lap, careful not to touch his cock just yet. You settle your thighs over the tops of his and spread your legs. 

When you look up at him, he’s staring you back in your eyes, refusing to look down. You smirk once you realize why. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby boy,” you say. “Go ahead and look at my pussy, I know you want to.” 

You watch him slowly lower his gaze and breathe out a curse once it lands on your seam. Leaning forward, you whisper again to the side of his helmet. 

“You can move a hand, Din. Spread me open.” 

He visibly trembles at your command but lifts an arm none-the-less. You feel his fingers trail gently down to where you want him, but he stops just short. 

“T-take my glove off, please. Want to feel you, cyar’ika.” 

You smile at him and carefully bring his hand up to pull his glove off, his dick twitching as you do so. You lick your lips as a tanned and scarred hand is revealed. It’s ridiculous how attracted you are to that simple appendage. You wish you could see his entire body, but you know that’s not a likely scenario. 

Once his glove is discarded on the floor, he moves back to your cunt and sucks in a harsh breath as he feels you. 

“You’re s-so wet,” he says in a way that makes you unsure if he meant to say it out loud or not.

You laugh quietly and guide his hand so that he can prod at your hole, to which he chokes. 

“That’s all because of you, sweet boy.” 

You move your hips forward, and his fingers slip through your seam, your slick collecting on the rough pads. You grasp his wrist to bring his hand to your lips, opening your mouth to suck your tang of the digits at the same time as you let your pussy push against the underside of Din’s cock. 

Another animalistic noise accompanies the way his entire body jolts at the sudden contact. With a pop, you pull his fingers from your mouth to make room for the giggle that bubbles up from your throat. 

“Poor baby’s so sensitive!” you exclaim as you grind against him, making him groan with each pass. Both of his hands grip down hard, one on the rest and the other on your thigh. The man has a fucking grip, you’re sure there will be five little bruises littered across your skin tomorrow. You wonder how good that grip would feel on your hips as he drills himself into you from the back, and file that thought back for another day. 

You shudder as his tip bumps up against your clit, sending little shocks up your spine and making you dizzy. 

“Gonna fuck you now, baby boy,” you breathe. “You want that? Want to stick your cock inside me?” 

“I-ungh-yes, yes!” 

“Yeah?” you ask as you keep up your movements. “Beg for it.” 

“P-please,” Din asks a bit too quietly for your liking. You would bet all the credits you won that he’s blushing under that armor right now.

“Oh, come on now, you can do better than that.” 

There’s a short moment where you think Din isn’t going to do it, and a lump of disappointment gets stuck in your throat. Luckily, he doesn’t make you sit with it for too long. 

“Please, please put my d-dick in your pussy, want to feel you, please! I-I can’t–I want–”

In the middle of his babbling, you lift yourself up and line his cock with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down. His hands fly to your hips at the same time his thoughts fly from his brain, unable to think of anything but the way your tight pussy is parting to welcome his fat tip. 

He’s never felt anything quite this pleasurable before, the sensation nearly blinding him as you work yourself down onto him. 

Your head tilts back as Din holds onto your hips for dear life. The combination of that pressure along with the burn from his cock stretching you out is almost too much. You can feel a heat bubbling at the base of your spine, and he’s not even all the way inside of you yet. 

“Oh, god, that’s so good, Din. You’re so good.” 

He whimpers in response, though part of that may be due to the fact that your hips are now flush to his. You’re both panting, a sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies. You can’t see the perspiration on Din, but you can feel the moist heat emanating from him. 

You open your eyes, not realizing they had been closed in the first place. You’ve never been this fucking full in your life. You swear you can feel him all the way up to your throat.

“M–plea–please move,” Din begs and lets his helmet rest on your forehead. His entire body is shaking with the effort of not blowing his load too quickly. 

You grant his request, starting to rock your hips as you bring a hand to settle on his neck, delighted to find a damp mess of curls peeking out from his helmet at the nape. Din gasps as you tug lightly while lifting your hips. 

You start a slow but steady rhythm, your skin slapping against each other each time you bottom out. His heavy cock drags against your walls, making your toes curl. A little whine sneaks out from Din’s concealed lips every time you sink down on him. 

A lewd moan tumbles from your lips as you feel him punch against your cervix, tucking in further than you’ve ever been able to reach before. 

“Fuck, Din! You’re so deep, baby!” 

“I’m not g-going to last l-long, Meshla,” Din strains. 

You ride him harder, taking that as a challenge. The tight thatch of hair at the base of his cock catches on your clit as you slam down on him, bringing you further to the brink. Something white hot flashes within your body, blinding you momentarily. 

You’re not even able to tell him you’re close too before you’re clamping down on him, and he’s shouting as he loses control. Your moans tangle together as you soak his dick, your legs trembling unlike you’ve ever experienced before. 

Din wraps his arms around you as he thrusts up into you, spilling himself within your heat. You’ve never in your life seen or felt anyone come as much as he does. Every time you think he’s done, you feel another spurt of his seed clinging to your walls.

By the time you’re both coming down, your ears have started ringing and your breathing has calmed down enough for you to get a word out, though you’re not sure Mando’s quite capable of that yet. 

“Y-you good?” you manage to gasp. 

You feel Din nod against you, and give yourself permission to lean against him. You’re wrung fucking dry. If this is what it feels like when you’re on top, what might it be like when Din’s in charge? The thought makes your body shudder and your pussy quiver. You sit in silence with him for a while until he finally breaks it with a voice just above a whisper. 

“C-can we do that again?”

You laugh at hearing the last thing you expected to come from his mouth after that. 

“Fucking maker, Din.”

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[butterfluffy]

“bitter end”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· tired of all the fights in this unhappy marriage of yours with your husband, you finally had enough, now having the courage to take your wedding ring off, putting a bitter end to your relationship.

⠀⠀➧ angst, pure angst | kid, law, zoro x f!wife!reader | multi-character oneshot/scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — swearing, arguing, slight violence, break-up (separation/divorce, really) and angstttt...! mistakes may be present too.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice! but i do take requests here and there, though it'll take me some time to finish 'em..!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: mhhhmmm, good smell, angst. 🥰 i originally wanted this to be hcs but nah, this is much more painful~ alt title; taking your ring off after a fight.

ps. i can, and i will make a part 2, one day, but not today, hehehehehe. 👻

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EUSTASS KID

“yo, i'm home..” eustass kid, your husband announced, arriving home at 3AM after spending his night partying with his friends, getting drunk and having fun—living a teenage life despite having a wife, which is you.

“wow, welcome back. seems like you're done enjoying your life to the fullest.” you said monotonously with an eye roll, sitting on the couch with crossed legs as kid snickered, wobbling to you with a stupid smile on his face.

“yeah, 'twas a fun night, such a shame that i gotta go home bacause your were bombarding my phone with calls and messages.” he says with a scoff, catching you off guard, head snapping to him immediately. “excuse you?”

“‘such a shame’? kid, what the fuck? do you not know that you're a married man—!?” “so what if i'm married!!? am i not allowed to have fun, hah!?” kid grumbles, cutting you off, frowning as he spoke. while you, on the other hand, gasped by his words. not being able to believe that your husband had said such response.

“kid, i'm saying that you aren't supposed to be always living a teenage life when you have a wife!” you defend, getting agitated. “it frustrates me that you arrive late and drunk, worse, i experience this shit of yours almost every day!”

“well why can't you just let me be!? you nosy assed woman!” shouts the male, pushing you aside before he stomped to the kitchen, getting himself water as you stood frozen in place for a few moments—soon following him with a teary, frowning look on your face.

“eustass kid.” you called, catching the annoyed tulip-haired man's attention. “i want to remind you that i am your wife. your wife who longs for you—but it seems like you don't feel the same, huh?”

raising his non-existent brows, kid then puts a ‘hah?’ expression on his face, looking at you before speaking up. “what the hell are ya fuckin' talkin' about?”

“you don't even treat me like i'm your wife, kid. and—and it raises a question in me; why? why did you even marry me? did you do so just for fun? but, you know, i—i don't think i can keep up anymore. let's.. end this. go ahead and live a teenage life as you wish, without me, your nosy assed wife.” you sighed out, taking your ring off and returning it to the now stunned kid who seemed to immediately sobered up, holding you by your wrist to prevent you from going anywhere further from him.

“fuck, no, you're not—we're—we're not ending anything, no, no. i'm not letting you go—i'm—i messed up, i know, so i'm sorry. don't.. d-don't give an end to us that quickly... please.” kid begs with a stammer, voice turning small as his chest heaved up and down, panting as he held his tears back knowing that you are serious with your words. “...sorry too. but i really can't anymore. so please, let's just put this to end, let's end this relationship of ours.”

TRAFALGAR LAW

“again. he's home late, again, and forgotten our anniversary, again.” you whispered to yourself, biting your lower lip in anger as you stood in front of the door of your shared home with your husband, trafalgar law who seemed to just arrived after you've waited for him for hours on your anniversary.

“trafalgar d. water law, you're home late, again.” you growled with a big frown on your face, arms crossed as you called your husband by his full name, only to be silently cursed by the raven-haired male.

“fucking hell... not now, y/n-ya. don't start a fight now. i'm tired, i want to sleep.” passing you, law headed upstairs to your room while you grit your teeth in anger, following him up with loud shouting, and stomping.

“law, i can't—i can't fucking believe you..!” storming in the room and swinging the door open to reveal your husband who you saw sitting up, preparing to sleep, rolling his eyes at you, looking at you in disdain.

“i told you, i have no time for this, y/n-ya. i don't wanna fight, i wanna rest.” he repeats, scratching his head in annoyance—while you, on the other hand stood like a stone by the door, a heavy sigh leaving your lips, and soon later, tears streamed down your face.

“what the—what drama is this now? i just arrived late because of work, it's not a big deal for you, since you're used to this right? so stop that crying and just sleep or something.” clicking his tongue, law then went ahead and laid himself down the bed to rest, brows still stitched to a frown.

“yeah, it's not a big deal, for you,” you said with a swallow, fist clenched tightly before continuing, “it's not a big deal that you're making your wife wait for you for hours every single day for your arrival, and today, which is our goddamn anniversary that is not a big fucking deal at all, yeah?” you croaked, wiping your tears away—your words striking a realization to law. shit.

“unhappy anniversary to you, law. don't worry, this will be the last time i'll be waisting my time waiting for someone who thinks that i'm not a big deal. now, good bye, law. enjoy yourself all alone on our anniversary.” you greeted, swallowing back your sobs as you took your ring off, causing law to shakily stand up, stumbling to you the instant he had grasped what you're implying.

“no, no, no, y/n-ya, honey—shit, i'm—i'm sorry, so please, don't do this. i love you, fuck. i'll do better, i'll change, please, please.” letting a string of pleads leave his mouth pathetically, law held you tight, taking the ring and trying to put it back to your finger as you shook yourself away from him.

“NO! this is the fucking end of us. you told me that you're tired, right? well i'm tired too, so fucking tired of keeping up with you, and keeping this marriage alive myself! i've been hurt so much, and i can't do this anymore, so let me go, trafalgar.”

RORONOA ZORO

slamming the door close after spending your day waiting for your husband, zoro, who never showed up for your date, you let a loud screech. tossing away your bag then stomping to the kitchen—greeted by the moss head who was drinking sake.

“oh my fucking god, zoro! where the hell were you!?” you exclaimed furiously, snatching the bottle of sake from your husband, pouring it down the sink before throwing it away, anger filling you up.

“what the hell's wrong with you..? i was drinking that, you know? and before you get mad, i was here, the whole entire day, you crazy bitch.” zoro grumbles, slumping himself against the wall as you gasped, totally out of words.

this is.. annoying, frustrating—rage, and sadness is eating you up as you stared at the moss head who was frowning, same as you who clicked your tongue.

“you're—this—this is absurd, zoro. i cannot with this! first, you refuse to spend your dearest time with me, your so-called wife. second, you missed our date that i arranged today, completely forgetting it. and third, you call me crazy bitch for wanting to be with you!”

“do you really love me or no!? because i don't think that you do, and it's painfully obvious!” you stated, tears streaming down your reddened cheeks as zoro looked down to the floor, seeming guilty.

“..i do, i.. i love you.” zoro mutters, avoiding your eyes while you frowned by his words. “do you, now? i don't sense any sincerity with what you had said.”

“i am not happy by this, zoro. i don't enjoy this unhappy marriage of ours anymore.” pulling your ring out of your finger, you sniffled, stopping your tears as you looked at zoro, his mouth agape.

“so please, let's just give this an end, okay?” you mumbled, extending your hand that held your wedding ring to zoro who's lips quivered, tugging downwards, shaking his head.

“no... no, i.. i don't want to. i—no. let's fix this, please.” “..i don't think we can do that anymore, zoro.” trying to return the ring to you as he turned your plea down, zoro's world spun as be thought of his life without you..

© butterfluffy 2022

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[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 29﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Geto Suguru x F!Reader -> Wax Play

Warnings: Wax play, soft dom Sugu <3, use of the word 'Daddy'.

Your ears heard the sound of the entrance door opening and closing, followed by footsteps from Suguru, you bit your lip in anticipation, and you let him come to the bedroom door, sitting pretty in a black lacey lingerie and darting your doe eyes at him. Suguru tilted his head, smirking and leaning against the door frame, "Oh wow, someone is all dressed to please me, hmm?"

You are blinded by how beautiful he looks at times, the love in your eyes showing oh-so-easily for him; he would ask you to die and you would. He would ask you to kill, and you would. Calculated footsteps followed through, hands wrapping around your throat and tilting your chin up. Your lips reflexively parted he moment Suguru's gaze landed on you. You wanted a kiss so bad.

You had been teasing him over texts for hours, ever since he left for work. Now he has the time to get back at you. "Got you something." Suguru hums, leaning back and not allowing you to brush your lips against him. His shirt came off; just to make you feel more intimate. "Got these." He cooed, taking out a white colored wax candle. His other hand brought the lighter and lit it up. Your eyes were intermingled with two things, slight nervousness and anticipation.

To ease your worries, Suguru dripped the wax on the skin of his palm, "won't burn you, I promise." He gently chided, you couldn't possibly expect someone as thoughtful as Suguru to not do research now do you?

You gulped, smiling softly at his sentence, "Okay Daddy."

Suguru hummed, walking closer to you, kneeling between your legs, and taking off the fresh set of lingerie you bought for him. "God, I can't wait to ravish you, Angel." The affirmation came from deep below the depths of his throat, biting his lip at the sight of your naked body. Your nipples perked up at the cold air of the air conditioner.

The candle's wax turns into body oil, and Suguru is having fun just contemplating how cute the temperature play would be. "Spread your legs for me," Suguru commanded, glancing at you with softened eyes to soothe the blow of his daunting order. You nodded, spreading your thighs apart. The candle tilted and within two seconds, you feel the hot wax drip right onto your clit. A soft hiss escaped you, the sting of hotness lasted barely a second, before fading off to a delicious feeling of warmth.

"Ngh," You rewarded him with an awfully lewd moan as more drops of wax dripped on you, his thumb finding a way to spread up the body oil into your clit, smirking at the sight of you dancing onto his fingers for more friction. The next turn was for your nipples, droplets of the wax dripping down onto the sensitive skin, making you whine for more. Your cunt was dripping wet, eager for more.

"Beg to be fucked," you heard Suguru order again, and it was as if a reflex had taken over your body. "Please, Suguru, fuck me." You begged in the most honey-laced tone, being such a good girl for him.

Your cunt was twitching around nothing, so awfully turned on with your boyfriend's little temperature play. "Aw, good girl. Look at you, like putty in my hand." Suguru commented, smiling down at you, leaning in to steal a soft, tender kiss.

"I love you, Angel." The voice came out from the depths of his heart, pouring all his love and affection into one sentence. "I love you too, Daddy." Your tone mimicked the same affection; the same love, as easy as breathing for the two of you.

"Going to fuck you nice, treat you even though you've been a little brat today." Suguru chuckled, remembrance of your thirst traps spammed to him stuck like a bulletin in his head. "I'm sorry Daddy, just missed you." You pouted, watching him spread your cunt lips, unzipping himself and thrusting into your cunt in one go, almost balls deep.

"Argh- Ah-" A guttural moan escaped your lips, it seemed like you were being torn apart in the best of ways, heavy panting echoing into the room. "Ssh ssh, take it, take it well." Suguru hummed gently, leaning in and kissing your forehead deeply.

"Fuck, Angel, hugging me so tight, hmm?" Suguru hissed, moving inside you, with slow but deep thrusts. Until he can't possibly fuck you any deeper. Your womb stopping him from going any further. "Still can't take me fully, aw?" Suguru mocked you playfully, kissing your pout off.

His thrusts picked up their pace, kissing your collarbone and leaning in, suckling onto your perked nipples as his lips wrapped around your tits. "Cum for me, whenever you want." He smiled, noticing your walls flutter and twitch around him. "Gonna fill you up, hm?"

You nodded eagerly, arching your back as you felt the orgasm rake through your body, twitching and whimpering with a gasp. "Shit, shit- AH," every single moan, every single sound was vibrating with the way Suguru thrusts his cock into you, also tipping off the edge and filling your fluttering walls with his warm seed.

"That was- ah- amazing." You grinned, panting mess as you felt your high slowly come down. "Liked wax play huh?" Suguru smiled tenderly at you, smooching you once more.

"Next time we'd try edging." You giggled, and Suguru rolled his eyes. "Then you'd start crying that you want to cum and I'm being mean," Suguru commented, leaning in and kissing your cheek.

"I WONTT" You whined out, pouting. "We both know, you will," Suguru smiled, gently taking himself out and watching his cum gush out of you with a frown, tucking it in with his fingers. "Promise, I won't." "Okay then, if you cum without permission next time, I'd ruin your orgasm," Suguru commented and watched you pout again... with a laugh. "See, this is what I was talking about Princess, spoiled you too much haven't I?"

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[princessbunnib]

Cxm Cadet

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Simon makes erangments to bring one of your dirty fantasies to life.

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & John 'Soap' Mactavish X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, MM4F, Foursome, Choking, Dom Simon, and Soap, Creampies, Come Eating, Oral |M| Receiving, Manhandling Reader, Degrading, Possesive/Jealous Simon, Breeding Kink, Clothed Male Naked Female, Anal, Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Recording/Taking Photos Of Y/n During Sex, Simon With A Daddy Kink, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Begging, Facial, Come In Mouth.

Author's Note: Smut is very long to make up for my hiatus<3. I'm back now Bunni's.

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You walked into your shared house with Simon and John walking in behind you. The three of you had went to a bar. Originally Simon was going to go without you, but he invited you to join them out of nowhere. You had a small crush on John for a while now so clearly you accepted with a smile on your face.

Simon for sure knew about your attraction to the both of them. Part of him was jealous about the idea and it did rise up some insecurity in him but he chose to not focus on it that much. All it took was a conversation for you to tell him that you only wanted him. John was just there for you to look at, nothing more. Also, who wouldn't want to sleep with their boyfriends friends? It's a well known fantasy.

You stumbled into the livingroom as the room seemed to be moving along with you, you found yourself fallen over the arm of the couch and face down into the cushion, your back forming an arch as you giggled thinking about the fun times that occurred earlier in the night.

Your body felt warm inside, the alcohol swimming through your bloodstream kept your nerves low, relaxing you and making you not so on edge.

You sighed heavily in relief not aware of the two men who were staring at your ass as your skirt had slipped up your hips. Your panties were now on display. They glanced at eachother for a breif moment until Simon decided to speak up. "Uhm sweetheart, have you forgotten that you're wearing a skirt? We can see your panties..." He chuckled, standing behind you and holding your hips, continuing to take in the view of your round clothed ass.

"Mhmmm~ I think so... is that a problem?" You asked looking back at him.

He smirked and shook his head. "No baby, it's not..." He then motioned for John to walk over to you aswel. The both of them staring down at you. Simon behind you and John standing in front of you.

You looked at Simon, then John. You noticed something was different with them. Usually Simon is more so the conservative type, he doesn't like to be outright with his sexual escapades. Especially because they all include you. The side of his personality that you receive in the bedroom is completely different from who he is to others.

"Why are you guys surrounding me like this? I hope this ends the way that I think it is... Have I said how much I've wanted to fuck John before?" You smiled letting your mind to think lewdly.

Simon pulled you off of the couch and stood you in front of him.

"Jesus Y/n, you dress like a fucking whore..." He groaned pressing your hips onto him.

"Exactly, I would be lying if I said that i haven't fantasized about bending her over and fucking her in the shortest skirt she owns." John said holding your throat and staring at your body.

"Oh wow- well I do wear them for easy access when Simon needs to fuck me for stress relief~" You said biting your lip at him.

You grinned placing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, he groaned and held your waist to pull you close to him but Simon refused to let you go.

"Why fight over her when we can both have her at the same time? I'm sure she wouldn't mind... isn't that right princess?" Simon stated, turning your face so you could look up at him.

"Really? When I asked you the first time you were upset with me." You said slightly getting excited.

"I know... but I can be a bit possesive over you baby... I'll allow it as long as I'm apart of it." He stated before lifting your shirt to expose your breasts that sat perfectly in your bra, further peaking John's interest in the situation.

"You don't have to just stand there, use her however you'd like... she loves being manhandled too, so don't be afraid to toss her around a bit."

"Am I allowed to come inside?" John asked lifting a brow.

"Don't ask me- ask her." Simon responded with a light shrug.

You giggled with a smile, your mouth was nearly watering at the simple thought of their cocks being forcebly stuffed inside you. "Yes you can... I want so many loads of come tonight~♡"

"See? She's such a whore I wasn't lying when I've told you some stuff that she's into..."

You squeezed your thighs together at the sound of Simon's voice. He was confident in what he said, stating how well he knew your body fed his ego. He then looked down at you, demanding your full attention by hodling your face tightly. "Since you're itching for come... do you want me to start off like usual?"

"Yes~" You grinned receiving his hand on your head.

"Good girl..." He said before looking at John. "I'm sure you want her to yourself also so we'll take turns at first then have her all at once... do whatever you need to do in order to preform and come in once we're finished. Got it?" He stated while crossing his arms.

Simon's dominant but yet caring nature turned you on the most. He had order over the agreement but still made sure to keep your interest in mind. Fuck, you have to suck him dry when you get the chance.

He deserves it.

This wouldn't mean anything after everything was said and done. You told Simon that you would like something like this just once to know what it felt like.

He loved you a lot and wanted to make you happy regardless of how he felt. But to make sure the two of you stayed on the same page, he decided to control the situation. After all, you were still his girlfriend. But at the same time. There was nothing wrong with a moment of sharing.

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Simon sat you on the bed while crossing his arms. Standing tall and confident. "Y/n, before we start are you still okay with this?" He said lifting your head up by your chin with his index finger.

"Yes... why do you have to ask?" You responded softly. Holding his hand with both of yours so he could caress your cheek.

"Well because I don't want to force anything on you, I know you've said that the idea of this happening would be something you'd be into, but people change their minds at times." He explained.

"I'm not changing my mind... I want you two to do anything you guys want to do to me..." You stated, pulling him down to you.

He towered over you pulling his mask off to kiss your lips, moving your legs apart and caressing your inner thighs. "Alright, whatever you say then baby... no matter what I say to you tonight, I want you to know that I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too Simon..." You responded kissing him back and bucking your hips into his.

He leaned up and pulled your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room. He squeezed your bare breasts in his hands and kissed down your stomach. Looking up, watching you moan as he pinched your nipples.

"Mmmh~ a-ahh~" You whimpered biting your lip to suppress your sounds while Simon took your panties off with his teeth. Making sure to be slow in the action, your body tensed up as the cold air hugged the most vulnerable parts of your body.

Your nipples standing up against his fingers, clit twitching at the feeling of his skin. You moaned, attempting to close your legs but couldn't due to Simon being rough with you.

"Such a pretty pussy... it'll look even prettier with come dripping out of it... don't you think so baby?" He asked staring down at you. "Y-yes~♡" You nodded covering your breasts in embaressment.

He chuckled and pinned your wrists to the bed, placing small bites on your skin. "Don't try to cover up now... you're acting like you weren't throwing yourself at Soap like the slut you are..."

"I wasn't throwing myself at him..." You loosely denied.

"No? You weren't? If that's the case then why do you keep clenching your thighs together hm? You're just imagining how tight your pussy will clench around his cock aren't you?"

You didn't asnwer which made him grab you and pull you down the bed, making your head hang over the edge. You looked at him from an upside down angle, watching him unbuckle his belt and groan feeling the cold buckle touch his sensitive semi hard cock.

"You don't want to be honest with me I see... that's alright, just lay there and be a personal fleshlight for me then... I like you better when you don't talk anyways."

"Simo-fhmmghhh!" He cut you off by thrusting himself info your throat. Placing his hands on the bed watching your breasts bounce along with the movements of his thrusts. They looked more fuller considering you were laying down. He winced feeling your throat clamp down repeatedly. You hit the shits panicking due to the sudden action of no air coursing through your lungs.

Simon threw his head back, thrusting faster. You closed your eyes as his heavy balls hit you in the face roughly. He placed his hand on your throat and squeezed it gently, feeling himself inside you, forming a lump.

"Don't panic baby, breathe through your nose... nghh~ fuck, you're throat feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock... almost feels like I'm fucking your amazing pussy..."

Your eyes watered as you attempted to get used to his speed. He was using you like no problem, he must have had some pent up emotions he needed to let out.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck... moan on my cock so I can feel it... oh god it's so good~♡"

You placed your hands on his hips for support and hummed clenching your thighs together, slightly bucking your hips to feel friction from your thighs touching so closely.

"Yes yes yes! Fuck! Just like that my beautiful princess... your daddy's good girl aren't you? Taking me inside with such pride... only good girls get to feel my cock destroying their throat... awe you won't be able to talk for a week~"

You rolled your closed eyes into the back of your head, you made a swallowing motion with your throat, pulling his tip deeper inside momentarily before loosening your girp. Simon gasped at the top of his lungs and covered his mouth feeling embarrassed by your ability to make him use such a submissive tone.

"Ahh~♡ agh~ ngghh... ahh~ shit...mmm"

You repeated this action once more, then again, and again, and again, and again. Simon was a moaning mess by now, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. He groaned trying to gain control over himself again but failed to. Your hands snaked up his shirt and felt his toned body. Your fingertips gliding through his happy trail.

You pressed your hands into his stomach, feeling it cave in as he let out another moan. "Ahh~ mmfffhuck~♡ St-stohppp~ nghh." He whimpered knowing exactly what you were doing.

You wanted to embaress him, you found his submissive sounds very attractive. His raspy tone would change in octivs when he moaned for you. It was rare that he'd moan this loud, his weakness was always sucking him off.

You could ask him for anything if you'd suck him dry in return when he needed it. Your face has even managed to tighten up and become a tad slimmer because of the jaw only 'exercise.'

Simon didn't want Soap to hear him. It's was already crazy enough that he was sharing his girlfriend with him under her command. He didn't want him to know how he sounded sexually. He wouldn't let Simon hear the end of it either.

He grunted and swatted your thigh, stinging pain rushed your skin making you whimper. "I said stop you f-f-ffucking w-whore... aghh~ fuck~"

He held your throat with both hands. His veins protruding from his skin. You moaned loudly with him still buried in your mouth, placing your hands on his forearms and holding them. Sometimes rubbing them as a form of affection.

He always loved when you'd touch his arms and torso. You appreciated his toned and massive physique.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna come inside your throat... are you ready to have daddy's come splurg inside?" He asked only to keep thrusting harder.

"Ahahaa~ I-I forgot you can't talk as of now... too busy sucking me for all I've got... keep taking it my good little girl... you're such a behaved princess for me... FUCK~♡"

His balls slapped against your face one last time. He groaned loudly and pulled your lower half up from the bed and buried his face into your thighs to muffle the sounds of him climaxing.

He hummed aggressively onto your clit flicking his tongue back and forth. Your legs began to jolt in his grasp. His come still shooting inside, stuffing your throat and making it's way out through your nose.

Simon thrusted quicker before his load was completely out. His balls tingling on the inside, telling him he had finished fully. He wrapped his arm around your waist keeping you off of the bed, he began to suckle and kiss on your clit loudly. Penetraing you with his long middle finger. You moaned feeling his cock slip out of you and rest on your cheek, his erecfion trying to diminish but doing the complete opposite.

"Oh god~ Ohh god~ aww fuck~♡" He moaned softly. Focusing on your lips gliding against his shaft while he still trusted outside of your mouth.

"Kiss my fat cock... fucking worship it like I'm a religion you pray to every night..."

You attempted to swallow his load while simotainiously fulfilling his request. Your glazed lips meeting with his blush red tip, collecting pre-cum on the them. You licked his inches but received a slap on the thigh as a form of 'discipline.'

"I said kiss it... don't suck or even try to get a taste you fuckin' cock hungry slut..."

You whimpered again. Watching Simon pull his belt back together while sighing heavily. You felt absolutely disgusting and used up. He didn't look at you much, you tried sitting up but was pushed back down to the bed. "Oh no no no, you aren't done doing your job yet princess... you still have another man out there who wants you to do what you do best and be a toy for him."

"Huuttt ihh hak heathhhh hoekiky~" You tried speaking but due to his come still swishing in your mouth. You couldn't speak clearly.

Simon lifted your head up from the bed staring at you. "Swallow it... daddy can't understand you princess." He ordered. You licked your lips clean and swallowed the rest. You could feel his semen partoly dripping out of your nostrils while the rest dripped back into your mouth.

"What did you need to tell me baby?" He asked speaking in a soft tone.

"I was saying I couldn't breathe... but I'm okay now..." You said wiping the corner of your mouth.

"Alright baby, do you need a break? Are you okay? I didn't go too rough on you did I?" He asked. You shook your head and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

"I'm heady~ I whanntt hore~♡"

(I'm ready~ I want more~♡")

"Perfect... stay just like that, I want to take a picture so I can jerk off to it later when you're not here for me to fuck." He said before taking his phone out of his pocket and turning the camera flash on, pointing it at you.

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You sat on the bed naked. Simon had cleaned you up after he was done taking many pictures of you. He had got you water and gave you a while to regain composure. After a while passed he came back into the room without his shirt, mask still on but this time accompanied with gloves and his black army pants.

"You're such a good girl for me you know that? I love you..." He softly stated. Kisisng your forehead and pulling his mask back down.

The bedroom door then opened and in came John.

"Now that you've had some time to rest, we're going to take turns with you... so continue to be a good girl for me and we'll come inside you, or wherever you want us to."

You nodded not wanting to admit how turned on you were. Simon chuckled pushing you in John's direction. You fell onto him, your chest pressing on his.

He groaned holding your hips and slapped both of your cheeks making you yelp.

"Oh shit... can I fuck her ass?" He asked only for Simon to shrug.

"Dunno... ask her, I'm not the one who wants to do that right now am I?" He stated caressing your body and pulling you upwards.

You could feel John growing under you. His erection pressing against your lips as he payed attention to every detail in your breasts. One was bigger than the other but he was completely into it. There was nothing you deemned as an imperfection that would stop him from needing to fuck you.

"Can is fuck your ass?" He asked lustfuly, placing his hands on your hips and forcing you down to feel his intimidating length.

Simon pulled your hair roughly so you could get out of your head and be present. "Yes!~ please I need you to fuck my ass!" You said loudly due to the small adrenaline rush.

John pulled you down to him, turning you on your back while you laid on his chest. He scoped your legs up into his arms, aligning himself with your tight ass. Your body tensed up. The nerves were getting ahold of you quicker than you'd like to. Just thinking about them fucking you at the same time was euphoric. Simon watched your expression as he stood inbewteen your legs. Using his cock head to play with your clit, his pre-cum dripping onto the small bundle of nerves.

"I wonder how wet you are sweetheart... be a good girl while Soap fucks your sweet ass alright?"

You nodded in response. He began to focus on pleasuring you while you focused on the feeling both of your holes stretching out to a bigger size before retracting to normal. Your back arched, a sharp hissing moan slipping out.

Simon groaned holding your ankles and thrusting forward. Penetrating your g-spot. You whimpered and whined as John's thrusts were gentle but quickly began to be forceful.

The bed was moving quickly, headboard hitting the wall even quicker. They thrusted out of synce with eachother but still managed to make it pleasurable for you. John had a tight grip on your waist, his nails digging into your skin while he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Ahh fuck you feel so good... it's so fucking tight... does she usually like anal?"

"Fuck~ hah~ of course she does... I've seen her porn history... she's a real whore when you actually know her..."

"Oh yeah? I like the sound of that..." He responded, thrusts now picking up speed.

Your walls clamped down on both of them. Now managing to pull a long moan from them. Simon stared down at you and placed his hand on your throat, putting your legs on his shoulders making you feel deeper.

His glare was lustful with a slight gleam of jealousy. Watching your face scrunch up at the eyebrows while you pulled both cocks inside deeper. He wondered if he was making you feel this way, or was it Soap.

Either way, he made it his goal to fuck you senseless by the end of the night. "What a fucking whore you are... you're enjoying this so much aren't you? Nod your head so daddy knows."

"Mhmm mhmm hmm mmmmhm!~♡" You nodded quickly and felt your vaginal muscles clench and let go, pulsating over and over until Simon pulled his hips back.

He slipped out of you momentarily to take his glove off and apply pressure to your clit flicking his fingers in a consistent direction to pull more sounds if arousal out of you.

"Mhm that's right princess... give it all to me, I know it feels good... mhmm." He nodded taking pride in managing to keep your eyes and mind on him.

Your vagina continued to clench around nothing, John's hands snaking around your torso to squeeze and play with your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples making you moan louder while burying his face into your neck.

"God damn your so fucking sexy Y/n, I've wanted to fuck you for so long... your ass is so fucking tight~♡"

"I can tell she's going to come at any moment... she might even squirt for us... can you do that pretty girl?" Simon smirked staring into your eyes and rubbing your clit faster.

"Hmm- yhess~" You helplessly mumbled.

"What baby? Say it louder for me... nod if your going to come..." He said.

You nodded quickly with tears running down your cheeks. You received kisses on your inner thighs before Simon shoved himself inside you again. You cried out his name in pleasure and clenched onto him, staring down and watching them use you like a toy.

"Uhhuh... just like that baby, don't be shy, let it out... we want you to feel good... fucking come already~"

You threw your head back and made a loud cry of pleasure. Simon wiped your tears away and began to match his thrusts with John's.

"Mfgghhh- AHHH~ Yess! PLEASEE~♡" You whined not knowing what you were pleading for.

"Hm? please what angel? Please what? We can't do anything for you if you don't tell us." John chimned in, caressing your face and keeping your head still so you could continue to gaze into Simon's eyes.

"I want to come so badly! Please let me come... pleaseee!" You cried harder as the pleasure was too much.

Simon chuckled and gently slapped your face again. "Wow did you hear that Soap? She wants to come... isn't that just fucking adorable."

"I know- agh... I dunno if we can make that happen, do you think we can?"

"Unfortunately no... I wanted to take my time with her..." He responded with a sadistic tone. Placing his hands on his hips and thrusting slowly inside.

John matched Simon's pace and spoke into your ear. You cried pressing your hands on your stomach, the bulge that was there before had disappeared due to Simon not fully being inside you.

"Don't ahhh~ d-do this to me-- pleaseee I need- to come!"

With them in control of your body it's not like you could produce half as much pleasure for yourself so you could finish without them. They both then pulled out of you for a breif moment to see how you'd react.

"No no I'm sorry I'm sorry! Daddy please I need it!" You said.

"What? You're sorry? Aw baby that's not going to cut it... I guess you know what you did hm? You know I don't like sharing you with anyone..."

You continued to cry at your physical emptiness. John then pushed you off of him, then walked out of the room to clean himself up. You clenched your thighs together staring up at Simon.

"He'll be back... don't worry... you just keep focusing on that empty feeling. You want to be filled up so bad don't you."

"Yes, I'm sorry... how many times do I have to say that?" You asked furrowing your brows.

"Dunno... your so gorgeous when you're needy for cock... I have to figure out if you've earned it... so far not at all."

____

"Oh god, fuck your pussy feels even better... she takes my cock inside perfectly..."

"I know right? She's such a good girl... Y/n make sure I can see your face... don't be a brat now or all of this will come to an end."

You laid on your stomach with John behind you, pinning your back to the mattress with a firm hold on the sheets as he thrusting inside your vagina. Whimpers leaving your mouth as you had enough but still had to keep going. Simon used his phone to record this lovely sight, the flash on and making sure to zoom into you to see your reaction.

"Don't act like you don't hear him now."John said lifting your head by your hair. You looked at Simon your mouth open along with your tongue sticking out.

"See? Wasn't that so easy... God you're so fucking gorgeous while letting someone else fuck you... how does it feel princess?"

"So~ ghood~♡" Your response was breathy and desperate. Simon then got onto the bed as John pulled out of you. Watching Ghost get under you and hold you close to him. John grabbed your hips keeping you at an arch, the two men looked at eachother and nodded knowing they were on the same page.

"Alright sweetheart, we're going to slide in now... in the same hole okay?" He said slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft to keep his erecfion.

"What? Wait it's going to hurt..." You said coming back to your senses.

Simon kissed your cheek then kissed your lips. "I know baby, you got this... we'll go slow, we'll also make sure you come this time..." He said looking into your eyes and reassuring you.

You sighed heavily and wrapped your arms around his neck. Burying your face into the sheets as they held you in place to slowly penetrate you.

"Here we go princess... if it's too much we can stop... I love you."

You moaned pulling the sheets feeling their tips brush different sides of your walls. Simon penetrating downwards while John penetrated upwards. You arched your back and threw your head back crying softly. Instantly receiving praises from the both of fhem.

"I know baby we're almost inside completely... your such a good girl, you deserve everything you want... fuck~"

"Ahh~ we're going to make you come all over us... you're so pretty angel, such a gorgeous body you have... oh my god- I'm in love~♡"

This overwhelming feeling started to feel good. You could sense all the pressure buidling up in your stomach as the steadily thrusted deep. Still spewing words of admiration to keep you interested in taking both of them inside. Simon pulled his mask up and began to suck and kiss your nipples. John guiding your hips back and forth to get you to do most of the work.

Both of them moaned your name loudly as you began to rub your clit and roll your eyes back.

"Haaggff~ I love you guys! It feels fucking amazing... I'm so stretched out... God fuck!"

"We love you too angel, your such a pretty slut... look at you taking every inch, I could fuck you all night..."

"Ugh~ so can I... shit I think I'm going to come already..." Simon huffed deeply before taking your nipple in his mouth again.

"That's all I want... fill me up so fucking deep so I can get pregnant and not know who the father is until the baby is born!♡"

"Oh fuck whatever you say my gorgeous wife to be!- Aghh keep clamping down on our cocks... sucking us in everytime we try to pull out."

John pulling your wrist behind you so you could be straight up. He stared at your ass as it jiggled matching the speed of their hips. You whimpered biting down on your lip wanting the knot in your stomach to collapse already. Simon sucked his fingers briefly to rub your clit with one hand. His other caressing your chest as he watched you take every inch.

Your figure was just perfect, the way it moved and sat up while you get fucked like the whore you were. You nodded and hummed knowing your orgasm was vastly aproching. Simon watched your expression change and held your throat while John held your head in his arms keeping you in a headlock and lustfuly speaking in your ear.

"Come for me, come for me, come for me, come all over me Y/n, your my beautiful angel... come.for.me." He spoke sternly while thrusting hard matching his last words.

"Ahhhh uhhh~♡ I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" You screamed at the top of your lungs digging your nails into Simon's bare muscular chest. He grunted using his phone to record you in the middle of your high.

You could see the flash on through your eyelids and opened your eyes, staring into the camera to finish your orgasm. Simon was watching you through the screen and felt his balls tingle for an uncomfortably long amount of time before thrusting one last time and shooting his semen deep into your womb.

The sudden friction against John's cock felt way better than he'd like to admit as Simon continued to thurst to give you every last morsal of his come. His nails dug into your skin while he threw his head back, groaning and fucking his come inside you aswel.

You grinded your hips taking both of their loads and feeling the substances trickle inside you, racing to get to your insides. They both slowly pulled out. John moving to the other side of the bed while Simon turned you onto your back quickly lifting your hips up from the bed and bending you like a pretzel to keep their semen inside.

"Simon what are you doing?" You asked sighing heavily after coming down from orgasm.

"You want to not know who the father is until the baby is born right?" He stated before kissing your cheek and caressing your face.

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[jackhues]

warm - jack hughes

prompt: "you're cold?" "no? it's super sunny right now-" "take my jacket anyway."

requested by: @lhugh : )

notes: i really liked writing this one, partially bcz i'm in love with jack and his smile atm, and partially bcz it's just really cute. thanks for requesting <3

tags: @woodruff-edwards <3

gif not mine!

you took a bite of your food, laughing to yourself as jack recounted some old story. 

the two of you were at a local pizzeria in new jersey, enjoying a lunch date since you didn’t have a formal one in quite a while. with the devils being on a long road trip for the past week and your exams taking place right before that… the two of you had been quite busy.

“okay, but did he not read the damn label?” you laughed.

“you know luke,” jack shrugged, laughing lightly. “he relies on mom so much, when she told him the mosquito repellent was on the counter, he didn’t think to read the bottle.”

“and he sprayed insecticide on himself?!” you shook your head to yourself, “one bottle said ‘off’, and the other said ‘raid’. it’s not that hard. and, if we’re being honest here, i expect that more from you than from him.”

“hey!” he protested.

you raised your hands in defence, “be honest with yourself, j.”

he sighed, shaking his head, “yeah… you’re right.”

the two of you laughed, recounting stories from the years you’d known each other. it was a fun day, spent enjoying each other's company more than anything.

after lunch, you headed over to a small cafe, grabbing a coffee and muffin for yourself. jack ordered the same, along with some scones. you looked around the cafe, the one where the two of you had met. 

a small smile made its way to your face as you remembered the day. feeling jack’s eyes on you, you turned towards him.

smiling self-consciously, you asked, “what?”

“nothing,” he shook his head, a soft smile on his face.

safe to say, the ‘nothing’ did not make you any less self-conscious.

“what?” you asked again, kicking him under the table.

“ow!” he grabbed his leg, even though you hadn’t kicked him hard. he was just being dramatic to try and avoid answering the question. at your narrowed eyes, he shrugged to himself. “it’s nothing, i told you.”

“you keep looking at me like… like… i don’t know!” you raised your hands in defeat. “you just keep smiling and looking at me, and it’s starting to scare me.”

“wow, i didn’t know i wasn’t allowed to smile at girlfriend,” he rolled his eyes lightly.

“obviously you're allowed, but you can at least tell me why,” you said. “i mean, it’s making me nervous.”

“it’s funny, because there’s literally no reason for you to be nervous,” he took your hand from across the table, running his thumb over your knuckles. it was such a simple act, but it literally made you melt every time he did it. “i was just thinking about how cute you are. you were thinking about when we met, weren’t you?”

you ducked your head, wondering if you were really that transparent. “maybe, maybe not.”

jack laughed to himself, causing you to scowl and throw a scone at him.

“i don’t know why you’re laughing,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “if i remember correctly, you were the one who spilled both of our coffees.”

“you spilled mine first!” he laughed. 

“and i bought you a new one, even though you’re a freaking millionaire,” you tried to fight the stupid grin that made its way to your face every time you remembered this story. “then you managed to spill both of ours.”

“i bought you another coffee after that,” he reminded you.

“three days later,” you added.

“because you said you were running late and had no time.”

“oh please, you just wanted an excuse to take me out on a date,” you accused.

jack bit the inside of his cheek, fighting his smile. he raised his hands in surrender, “okay, so maybe the perfect opportunity presented itself and i couldn’t help but take advantage of it. but i’d say it led to something pretty great.”

a smile made its way to your face as the two of you cleaned up and headed out. the two of you walked down the street, fingers laced as you told him about your new assignment and how you were actually excited for it. 

a shiver ran down your spine, causing you to squirm.

“what is it?” jack asked, noticing you shiver. “you’re cold?”

“no? it’s super sunny right now-”

“take my jacket,” he slipped his hoodie off, draping it over your shoulders, despite your protests.

“jack, i’m not even cold,” you told him. “it’s just a shiver. it doesn’t mean i’m cold.”

“too bad,” he said, sticking your arms through the sleeves.

you rolled your eyes slightly, but pulled the hoodie closer to yourself. it was big on you, but it was cozy and it smelt like him. 

despite the sun being out, and you not being cold, the hoodie made you feel warm.

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[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

CHAPTER ONE.

A beast’s dream fulfilled by beauty.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

spoilers from gilbert's route.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Recently, I had a big and serious problem.

Emma: Lord Gilbert, I haven't baked cookies in a while, how do you like it?

Emma: Oh, by the way, I changed the flavors this time so that you won't get bored even if you eat a lot!

Emma: From flavored with cocoa and almonds to those that have been woven with dried meat….

Emma: I hope there is something that suits Lord Gilbert’s taste.

Just looking at the stacks of cookies on his desk gives me a sense of accomplishment.

I was confident because I had been working so hard in the kitchen since morning.

However, Lord Gilbert, who is still sitting on his bed, refused to move.

Emma:….Um…..

Gilbert: Gil.

Emma:…..

Gilbert: You promised you would call me by that name, yes?

(….I can’t get used to it.) // (….It's hard to get used to it.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma:…….Gil.

Gilbert:….!

Emma: Ah...I've heard before that you want me to call you by your nickname……

Emma: I want to get to know Lord Gilbert better. So, at least when it's just the two of us——

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

We promised to call each other by nicknames when we held our engagement ceremony, but, // I promised to call him by his nickname when we had our engagement ceremony,

Even now, I wasn’t being careful when I called him "Lord".

Of course, Lord Gilbert would not allow that.

Gilbert: I'll let you off the hook for the cookies today, but don't forget, okay?

Lord Gilbert finally got up from the bed and put his hand on my shoulder.

Gilbert: Even if the world is destroyed, you have to carry out what you once said to the end….am I clear?

(Are you really going to take it that far!?) // (Did you really just say that!?)

Emma:….I understand, Gil.

Taking a deep breath as I nodded, and Lord Gilbert smiled satisfactorily and reached out for the cookie.

(I better get used to it….for Lord Gilbert's sake and for world peace.)

Gilbert: Hmm….this dried meat cookie is delicious.

Emma: Ah, I guess you really like that kind of thing.

Emma: I once saw you eating dried meat between official duties….

Gilbert: Wow, you were watching me pretty closely, didn’t you?

As if to reward me, Lord Gilbert pushed a cookie into my mouth.

Reflexively, I took a bite, and the cookie that didn't fit in my mouth was snapped off by Lord Gilbert.

(…..This man is always, always——)

Gilbert: I'm not a picky eater, but I'm familiar with the portable rations distributed by the military.

Lord Gilbert laughs as if nothing happened.

Gilbert: On the battlefield, I only eat that kind of food, so I grew accustomed to it.

Emma: Then, I'd like to try to incorporate those ingredients in the future.

Gilbert: Hehe, it's for love, isn't it?

(He seems to be in a very good mood.)

(But just one more push….)

Emma: Gil, I'm very proud of these cookies too.

I took an almond cookie and held it in front of Lord Gilbert’s mouth.

The sight of him eating obediently seemed to indicate a "good opportunity".

(Maybe it could work now.)

Gilbert: So, what do you want from me?

Emma: Huh?

Gilbert: Hey, I'm looking at you just like you are looking at me as well, right?

Gilbert: Look, I will consider your request very positively….okay?

(As expected of Lord Gilbert, he seems to have seen it all.)

Emma: Are you sure? No matter what I say, you won't get angry?

Gilbert: Hehe, of course.

Emma: In that case——

With determination, I turned to face Lord Gilbert.

Emma: I...would like to have a friend.

Gilbert: Heh? You're so eager to line your head in front of the castle.

(His smile has vanished….!)

Emma: Oh, you said you wouldn't get angry. // Oh, didn't I tell you not to get angry?

Gilbert: But I'm not mad?

Gilbert: I just thought I was making you feel lonely enough to make you say that.

Lord Gilbert hugs me as if he feels sorry for me.

(….You know it's not true.)

My fiancé is annoyingly jealous of everything and everyone.

Jealousy was directed not only at men, but also at women, and more recently, even when reading books.

And Lord Gilbert's jealousy is no joking matter.

There is no way to hand it out so that I can never get involved with him again,

Thanks to this, I have almost no one to talk to in Obsidian except Lord Gilbert.

(But I can't stay isolated forever.)

Since I have decided to live in Obsidian, it is important for me to be involved with people other than Lord Gilbert.

Above all, I want to interact with many people and broaden my knowledge.

(I know that interacting with men is a big no-no, so...)

Emma: I love spending time with Gil. But there are some things we can only talk about as women. // I love spending time with Gil. But there are some things that only women can talk about.

Gilbert: Like what?

Emma:….L-Like a love story or something?

Gilbert: You could do that with me.

Emma: There are things I can't talk to you about.

Gilbert: Hmm? Oh, well.

Gilbert: If you want a friend so badly, fine. Why don't you make one?

Emma: Are you sure?

(The way he gets jealous so easily.)

Gilbert: Didn't I say that I would consider your request positively?

Gilbert: However, there are many dirty people in Obsidian.

Gilbert: I'll pick a friend candidate for you, so is that okay?

Emma: Yes! Thank you very much, Gil.

(I thought you'd say absolutely not, but I guess I'll have to ask.)

Gilbert: Here, little rabbit. Pick one of them.

The next day, Lord Gilbert promptly listed the potential friends.

All of them are of the same gender, and all of them are so lovely that it's soothing just by looking at them.

Gilbert: Let me give you a brief introduction. First of all, entry number 1, Adele.

Gilbert: She is a lively tomboy who loves walking outside. She also likes to bathe because she likes to keep herself clean.

Adele: Woof!

Gilbert: Entry number 2, Elise.

Gilbert: She's quiet and gentle, but she's brave enough to bite anyone she doesn't like.

Elise: Meow…..

Gilbert: And entry number 3——

Emma:…Wait a minute, Gil.

Gilbert: Did I talk too fast?

Emma: No, not that…..

(Why…..)

(Why aren't there any humans here!?)

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[grandlinedreams]

Can you do jealous nico robin please??

hi!! absolutely, here you go ㅡ I hope that it's to your liking!!

"Look at this!"

"Don't wander too far ahead," Robin calls as she looks over from where she's standing to find you a few feet away, examining another ware stall with no small amount of fascination.

"I won't," you answer, but it's easier said than done when there's so much to look at, so much to see ㅡ you're suddenly more understanding of Luffy's attitude when it comes to new islands. Said Captain is off doing his own thing, as are the others.

"I see you're enjoying yourself though, which is good." Robin's hand rests on your head, affection that makes your cheeks warm, resisting the urge to lean into it like a content housecat.

"I am," you answer, "aren't you?" There's the abrupt fear that you're annoying her by asking her to come with you, flitting from one stand to the next ㅡ but Robin only smiles, her expression soft.

"Of course I am. I always do with you." There's nothing but honesty in her tone, and your heart hammers in response.

"Good." You're content to walk a little slower with her at your side, though your gaze never stays on anything for too long ㅡ until you catch the shimmer of something and you pull ahead without thinking. "Oh wow..."

It's a hairclip, ornate for the small, gleaming jewels inlaid at the center of delicate loops of gold, but that it isn't what truly catches your attention ㅡ it's the tiny jade butterfly perched towards the center, thin wings outstretched and winking in the sunlight.

You reach for it, mindful of how you hold it for inspection. 'This would be a nice gift for Robin,' you think, biting your lip. You know that Robin isn't one for gifts very often, but this clip is beautiful and practical.

"See something you like?" The unfamiliar voice jolts you from your thoughts and you look up to find a man of around your age watching you, hair swept back from his face and his eyes bright and inquisitive.

"Yes," you answer, figuring that he must be the stand owner as you hold up the hairclip. "I'd like to buy this, please. How much is it?"

He's quiet for a moment, and you watch his eyes flick over you before he answers, "For someone who's beauty rivals that of the heavens themselves? Free, if you'll allow me the honor of showing you around? It's pretty obvious that you aren't from here."

You blink, uncertain of how to respond. Part of you wants to bristle at the latter part of his comment. Had you been that obvious? It isn't like you'd been rude or obnoxious ㅡ but it's also clear that he's trying to flirt with you. You've watched Sanji do so (and fail) enough times to pick up on it, and the expectant way he's watching you makes you uncomfortable.

Is he expecting you to say yes?

"That's a generous offer," comes the answer, but it isn't from you. Relief floods your veins as your girlfriend approaches. Her expression is neutral, but you've been around her long enough to see the flicker of irritation in her eyes. "But they already have an escort."

The stand owner's gaze flicks from you to Robin, silently assessing before Robin continues, "And offering customers items for free in exchange for something like that is not a sound business practice."

The man's eyes narrow, though Robin only stares back before you set the clip down and reach for her hand. "Thank-you for the offer," you say, "but I don't think I want the clip anymore."

And then you pull away with Robin, her hand still in yours. You wait until the two of you are a safe distance from the stall before you huff indignantly, "What was that guy thinking? Even Sanji wouldn't do that!"

"I'm not so sure," Robin answers, though her tone is light and teasing before she squeezes your hand, tugging you to a stop so that you turn towards her, her other hand coming up to cup your chin and tip your head up. "But I'm not fond of people trying to take what's mine. Maybe I should make it clear that we're together, hm?"

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[minxtress]

Mood

(a little meaner side)

I've been keeping you locked up in chastity for quite some time, only allowing you out for some daily edges, knowing that it will only feed into your frustration even more. You've been extra whiny and begging a lot today, I'm starting to get quite frustrated. 'Please Goddess please, please let me cum. I'm so horny. Please, I crave your touch' you beg me. 'You crave my touch huh?' I grab you, pull you onto my lap and pull your pants down. 'Well here it is' I say as I start spanking you, going harder with each spank. Repeat after me 'I will not cum' as you say it I spank you harder. 'I do not deserve to cum' as you say it I spank you again. You can't help yourself, you feel my thighs rubbing against your balls/cage and the spanking just makes your hornier. You begin to pre-cum all over my thighs, you know you're in trouble. As soon as I feel it on my thighs, I push you off of me 'Go to the fucking bedroom, now!' I command loudly. 'Get on your back, on the fucking bed, you filthy slut' I tell you as you enter the room. I grab the restraints from under the bed and tie your wrists/ankles down. I start flicking and slapping your tight, sensitive balls. Watching you squirm and laughing at you. I grab them firmly and mockingly say 'Wow these are full, aw I bet you want to cum so fucking bad don't you?' I spit in your face. 'Mmm well all of this is making me so fucking horny' I say as I grab my Hitachi. I get ontop of you and sit on your lap, putting my feet in your face as the Hitachi is turned on, pleasuring me. You feel it vibrating against your thighs, you start to wish you could feel it on your balls or your cage. But you feel you're where you belong worshipping my feet as I pleasure myself. I start to squirt all over your thighs and cage, it's warm and smells good. You want a taste so badly. I start to lick my cum off your thighs then move my way up to your cage, looking straight into your eyes as I lick and suck the cage 'I bet you wish you were unlocked huh' I say while giggling. I crawl on-top of you and knee your balls a few times as I grab your face and drool into your mouth. You can taste my cum and it feels so good. I begin to rub my wet, warm pussy all over your cage, my tits are bouncing in your face, my eyes rolling back and I'm moaning loudly. The POV looks like I'm riding you and it's really fucking with your head. I start to suffocate you with my big, soft tits and you feel my body shake as I squirt all over your cage once again. I'm out of energy, on-top of you, kissing your neck. I start to bite/suck your neck, leaving my mark all over you. Then I nibble your ear and whisper 'just remember who's the boss here, I own you, you're my fucking pet and you're here for me, and my pleasure'. I take the restraints off of you and snuggle close to you 'you're such a good toy, I fucking love playing with you.' I say as I drift off, leaving you even hornier than before, drenched in my cum with pre-cum dripping from your cage.

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[akkkkollle]

Hey :)

Can I request Sanzu or Kokonoi as a Camboy? (Anything is rlly fine with me :))

Take care bro ☆*:. o(≧▽≦)o .:*☆

Pairing: Camboy!Sanzu × M!Reader.

Words: 900+.

CW/TW: humiliation, overexcitation, costumes, teasing, toys(a lot), aftercare(?), brat!Sanzu.

Notes: Koko is here!!

The most depraved bitch you can imagine, I'm serious. But no one objects, it's his job in the end and he will do everything. And that's why he's one of the most popular streamers. And because of that, he... Somewhat arrogant, heh.

- Well? Depraved idiots, are you ready to watch my show today? - he just grins when the chat agrees. - Well, great. Then I'll give you the best show.

Money is not so important to him (although money is certainly needed), how much is it important for him to show his, well, dominance? In fact, no, he's a sub and you can't argue—... It's clear that those who watch think he's the dominant bottom, but... ;)

The king of different angles. Well, that is, poses. He is constantly in various depraved poses that allow you to see what he is doing and the expression of his magnificent face.

His legs spread apart, exposing his twitching cock. His right hand is messing with his penis, rubbing the head, running his thumb along the slit. His stomach tightens, showing his abs. And of course his face. His eyes are squeezed shut while a few tears flow from his eyes from overexcitation. His fangs dig into his lower lip, biting through his lip. And the dominant grin still hangs on his lips.

He rarely shows you, or rather it was once. He somehow blabbed out of overexcitation that he had a boyfriend and everyone just threw donations at him, begging to show you. Proprietary(yandere) Sanzu's side didn't want it at all, but you agreed to it yourself, so... Well, that was the only time they saw him submit.

- Uh, s-so deep!  his voice trembles treacherously, showing his enjoyment of the situation. Of course, after all the streams with toys, getting a real dick is good. -You like that, slut, don't you? The way everyone looks at you turning into nothing. - he nods, moving his chained hands above his head.

After that, no matter how they begged him, you didn't show up. He didn't let them, they should be seeing his image, not his real personality, yeah.

Honestly, do you know such models who wear some kind of costumes for each of their streams? He will never wear it. He thinks it's humiliating for a guy and in general he dominates here, what do you tell him. But if it's just for you, he's already on his knees in whatever you want.

- M/n, turn your head! - you turn around lazily and... wow. -What's that? You've never worn this before. - he comes up to you and sits on your lap, the fabric of his clothes rubs against you. - Do you like it? - he looks at you innocently, and you just sigh.

Likes to tease his viewers. I mean, do they want him not to cum? He will come in the same second. Do they want him to stop moaning like that? He will break his voice, but he will shout so that it will be heard on another continent. Even if they throw 100,000 dollars to him and say something, he just ignored it.

Very talkative, especially when something is in his ass. He's always saying something.

- Uh, fucking deep... - he groans, pushing the toy further. - Do you like the view, perverts? Imagine that... Oh, fuck! Imagine what it is, ah, your d-dick... Well, of course you want to be in the place of this t-toy, mhgm. But you are not M/n... And not this toy, o-of course.

And also insanely tired after sex. And after the streams, including, if he keeps on the stream in order to create his image, then after him...

- How are you?  you ask, rubbing his head. - I want to sleep... And eat, and drink, and kiss. - he whispers, unable to raise his voice. You just giggle, bending down and kissing him quickly. - One minute, try not to fall asleep. - he nods, sighing, and making sure he's turned off the stream.

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[football-and-fanfics]

Celebrate - Darwin Nunez

Who: Darwin Nunez Prompt: Celebrating him scoring a goal. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: smut

Darwin was elated when he scored his first Premier League goal of the new season. And with you present in the stadium, it felt all the more special.

You went looking for Darwin in the dressing room directly after the match. "Congratulations!" You jumped into his arms and kissed him eagerly. "And with you here," he beamed, "I could not have dreamed it better." You grinned. "I'm proud of you."

Suddenly, a look spread over his face that you knew all too well. "Come here." Darwin gently pulled you out of the dressing room and into the shower area. "What are you doing?" You chuckled. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes betrayed much already, and you were absolutely game for that.

"I'll fuck you right here, right now," Darwin smirked, as he pulled you into one of the shower stalls, locking the door behind the both of you. You gave him a lustful look. "I'm not saying no to that."

Darwin turned on the shower. Neither of you wasted any time in getting undressed and under the splash of warm water from the shower head.

His cock was already fully erect, and you had gone sopping wet already minutes ago. It probably was the adrenaline from the match, but you were hungry for him like never before. "That was some goal," you teased, turning him on even more. Darwin growled under his breath, before kissing you intensely. His hands were all over your boobs, and without further ado he pushed his cock into you. Your pleasured moan was lost in the sound of the clattering water.

His thrusts were slow and steady to begin with, allowing you just a few strokes to get used to him inside you. Darwin's lips brushed over your collarbones, he kissed your boobs and softly sucked on your rock-hard nipples. Your soft, whimpered moans of pleasure made him go almost wild with lust for you.

Suddenly, Darwin pulled out of you and whipped you around. You squealed happily as he pushed you gently against the wall, your breasts pressed against the tiled wall. Your legs trembled with excitement as he slipped his cock into you from behind. Darwin was well aware this was your favorite position and hit all your right spots.

Your wet bodies smacked together as he fucked you at a firm pace now. You tried to stifle your moans in pleasure, not wanting to betray yourself to his teammates, but it was difficult. You felt as though a canon full of confetti was about to go off inside you, that was how good Darwin worked his cock on you.

Darwin was even more turned on as he watched you trying everything in your power not to scream out in pleasure. He knew exactly at what angle you liked to be fucked, and he made damn sure to hit that spot. You writhed in his arms with ecstasy, which only made him fuck you even harder.

"Oh, shit, I'm cumming so hard!" You moaned breathlessly. "Don't stop, please, make me cum." "Show me." Darwin growled in your ear. He pounded his cock into you even harder. Your eyes rolled back when the orgasm fully hit you, and your legs shook so hard that you were in danger of falling over.

You had to bite your fist to prevent yourself from getting real loud. This orgasm was quite possibly the best you'd ever had, and you wanted nothing more that to scream that out for the world to hear, but had just enough control left over yourself not to do that. Darwin buried his face in your shoulder, and stifled his own orgasming moans against your wet skin, before his stilled.

"Wow." You gasped. His cock twitched, still inside you, with the aftermath of his orgasm. "You can do that to me again anytime." Darwin grinned happily. "I definitely will."

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[marvelover-3000]

The Day I almost lost my World

Kate Bishop x Reader

It was a bright Saturday morning, and I was out on my usual morning run around central park. My plan was to take Lucky, but we all know that dog isn't much of a runner, despite being a golden retriever. I was walking back to Kate and my apartment when outside my door, probably about to barge in is my sister with not so many boundaries Yelena Belova. "What's up Lena, did you need something?" I say as I move past her to unlock the door. "Sestra you might need to sit down for this" she says with a uncharacteristic soft tone. We walk through the door to find lucky the lazy pizza dog and my girlfriend Kate on the couch watching tv. "Hey babe, I'm home and oh yeah Lena's here for some reason." With those words Lucky jumped off the couch and was bound for my sister. "Wow thanks lucky, just ignore your other mom over here." Kate then walks over and pulled me into a kiss "Don't worry Y/N, I missed you.' Just then Yelena cleared her throat and focused her attention back on me and away from the furry betrayer. "Y/N we really need to talk about the file in my hand. We also may want to do it in private, I don't think you want Kate knowing anything."

We both turned to my sister who had an expression I couldn't exactly read, sadness, guilt and maybe a flash of anger. "Well, you didn't use Kate's full name, so this must be serious. Though I think Kate can stay, since we have no secrets." I said the last part proudly and full of adoration looking at Kate. "Y/n is right, no secrets between us that's what great couples do. So, come on what's the big secret my future sister in law" Yelena then grimaces "Alright for starters gross and lastly, Sestra are you sure you want Kate here. It's about someone who you wouldn't want her knowing about." I sigh and hold out my hand "Yelena I'm sure it's fine, just please trust me and give me the file." She looks at the file and back at me "Before I do, Y/N it's about Abigail I think she's alive." I look back at her angrily "I told you to never bring her name up again, you know what happened Yelena she can't be alive she-" I cut myself off closing my eyes trying not to picture one of the worst and best days of my life. "Y/N, this file was at my door this morning and inside is a few pictures and it looks to be her, its Abigail she's alive." I take the file from her hands and open it not wanting to believe what was inside was true, until I looked at the pictures. Just then Kate says in a low tone "If it's alright, can I ask who she is?" Yelena gaze remains on me holding the file with a blank expression. "Abigail was Y/N first love and girlfriend, she was in the red room with us." Yelena then turns to Kate "Don't worry though Kate bishop I much prefer you, then her for my sister. I never really liked her anyway."

My eyes then snap up and meet Yelena's as I throw the file on the kitchen table. "I'm going for a walk to clear my head alone." I then turn to grab my jacket and start heading to the door. "Y/N, you better not be going to try and find her." I turn to face my sister with a scowl "No mom I'm not and so what if I am. What does it matter to you?" She then meets my gaze and matches my expression "Don't give me any attitude dear sister I'm older which makes me the one in charge remember. Which means you're not allowed to go looking for her especially not without me." Just then Kate chimes in "Alright, I think we all need to take a minute and sit down." I keep my gaze locked on Yelena "I'm an adult you can't be in charge of me anymore, it's not your job. I'm going after Abbie, by myself and I'll be back in a while."

I turn to leave, before Yelena stands in my way with her arm raised "Sestra please, just stay here while we make a plan." I look at her and laugh, "Really Lena you're going to what, shoot me with a widow bite if I don't stay here. Who's the mature one now." Kate then gets Infront of us and hold up her arms "Y/N and Yelena please just stop and listen." I keep my gazed locked on Yelena "Move and stay out of this Kate. This is between Yelena and me." Yelena then chimes in, " We both know who the mature one is and if Tasha was here, she would be on my side." I then raise my arms aiming over Kate's shoulder at Yelena "Say one of their names again I dare you, also of course she would be on your side. You were the favorite, I know she secretly wanted you there and not me with the avengers all those years." Yelena then laughed "Of course she wanted me there instead, because I was her actual sister. You were always the girl we found when we were kids in the red room together." I looked at her with anger and hurt which is why without thinking I fired a widow bite right at her shoulder hitting her. She then fell to her knees cursing in Russian peeling the bite off. Kate was standing there near them frozen unsure of what to do or say to stop this from escalating further. I look down at Yelena with a hurt expression "Sestra I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" Just then I was cut off by a loud crashing noise coming from the opposite side of the room where someone just came flying through the window landing somehow gracefully.

We all got to our feet ready to fight when the intruder pulled their hoodie off and I was met with a face I thought I would never see again. "Hey Y/N, did you miss me?" she said with a smirk as she strolled over to us. "Don't come any closer to my sister Abbie." Yelena says with her arm in front of me. "Yelena, I promise I just want to talk, I thought you or Y/N would have found me by now. I see now that you guys were preoccupied fighting. I'm guessing over me right, I may have been spying on you guys from the rooftop across the street." I finally meet her gaze "Abbie how are you here, when I last saw you-" Abbie then laughs and cuts me off "You thought I was dead, since you know I did die in your arms, which by the way was pretty romantic. I wouldn't mind us getting to know each other again, since we clearly have grown up and matured." She says while she checks me out not caring bout Kate or Yelena. Kate then intervenes and holds out her hand "Hi I'm Kate, the girlfriend. I mean Y/N's girlfriend, not Yelena's that would be weird and honestly, she's scarier." I turn to look at Kate "Hey, I can be scary and intimidating to you know." Abbie then walks closer in my direction "I would say it's scary how hot you grew up to be, we would definitely be the hottest couple and still can be if you want." She says with a smirk and trailing her hand down my arm. Kate then gets in between us "Alright that's enough touching, what did you say you were here for again." Yelena then marched up to her and got in her face "She didn't say anything, so either you talk, or I kick you out myself. Also, Kate bishop is right don't touch my sister again, unless you want to lose a hand.

Abbie takes a step back and collects herself "Right sorry, I came here because I need your guys help. I've been trying to get out of the assassin game and retire. You know some place in the tropics, like we talked about where we would always live together, right princess" she looked over at me with a grin and a wink. "Abbie can we umm please get back on topic." I say flustered. "Anyway, I'm being tracked by too other assassins, which wouldn't be a problem for someone like me. If those people weren't some of the bests in the game." I step closer to her and take her hand away from her hair. "You still like to play with your hair when you're scared or nervous." She meets my gaze and laughs "Guess somethings never change huh. Y/N the people who are after me, it's my brother and his girlfriend, guess he must still hate me." I take her hand and squeeze it reassuringly. "Hey, we won't let that monster get you, not again. I will do everything to keep you safe Abigail." Before she could get a chance to respond Yelena walked up and broke us apart "Alright that's enough, Kate bishop is getting jealous of you guys and I don't like you, especially around my sister." Abbie laughs "Come on Yelena, we were kids would you just relax and move on." I then turned to a furious and jealous looking Kate. "Kate, honey you know I only have feelings for you right?" She looks at me with a forced smile "Yeah, totally I know that babe."

I then look back towards Abbie and Yelena "Alright you too break it up, Abbie do you know where your brother is?" She turns to me after one more smirk at Yelena. "Of course, but maybe I should just do this on my own, he's my brother and-" I hold up my hand to cut her off. "Abbie he may be your brother, but you need us, and we need to finish this." Yelena turned to me "If you mean kill them it's going to be me or Abbie. I'm not letting you get more blood on your hands Sestra." Then it was Kate's turn to object "Wait do we have to kill them, can't we just bring them in, so they face justice or badly injure them, so they don't come back or something." Yelena turned to Kate "Maybe its best you don't come Kate. This is our fight not yours, also we are all better fighters than you." Kate then scoffed and looked at me for help. "Kate, baby maybe its best you stay behind just this ounce. Before you argue with me just, please trust me, I can't have you getting hurt and trust me these guys are deadly." Then it was her turn to interrupt me "What about you, I always have your back remember. Also, wouldn't it be better to have the number advantage." Yelena turns to Kate "Normally yes Kate bishop but not in this case, they will just target you. Which will distract us especially Y/N." I turn to Yelena and Abbie letting out a sigh. "Can you guys get ready and give us a minute." They both nod understanding, Yelena and my eyes meet for a moment, and I gesture to my jacket. She luckily gets the message and gets my equipment on the way out knowing I'm about to trick Kate into not coming somehow.

I turn my attention back to Kate who looks at me with her arms crossed. "You're not going to convince me to stay Y/N I'm going." I sigh "If there's really nothing I can say or do then I guess you better grab your bow and get ready. I think I put it in the closet when I was cleaning before, I left for my run." She walks up to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek "Thank you and I promise I'll be safe Y/N" she says before walking over to the closet. I walk behind her and when she opens it and looks confused when there's no bow. Before she can turn around, I gently shove her into the closet trying not to hurt her more than I already am. I lock the door and put a chair there for good measure. "Y/N, please don't do this. Baby please don't leave me to worry about you here and alone." I turn to lucky "Make sure that mom doesn't escape, please boy" he then barks in acknowledgement or at least I hope he understood me. "I'm sorry my love but I can't let them hurt you. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you, I'm sorry I hope you can forgive me for this" With that I left a confused Lucky and angry and hurt Kate. I make it to the roof where Yelena and Abbie are waiting. "Alright, I'm ready let's go." Yelena looks at me with concern. "Y/N, about everything that happened earlier." I cut her off by pulling her into a hug. "It's ok Lena, we were both very emotional and thrown off about the whole Abbie news. I love you sister and I always will." She returned the hug, "I love you to Sestra and I was not emotional. You were the one who was thrown off by the news, I tried telling you." Just then Abbie cleared her throat "Sorry, not that I'm not happy for you guys but I think we should probably go and find them now." I break apart from Yelena and focus back up "Right sorry, let's go finish the job and move on from this mess already."

We arrive at the abandoned warehouse that Abbie's brother and girlfriend are supposed to be. I turn to Abbie and Yelena "So, how do we want to go about this. I think we could either just go through the front doors since there probably already watching and expecting us or through that window up there" I say pointing to a window above the big old metal doors. Just then the doors creak open and out walks Abbie's brother and his girlfriend. "You guys all showed up, this is going to be a perfect reunion." He then focuses on me and Yelena "Well might I say Y/N you look incredible. If I wasn't with Becca here, I would totally steal you from my sister." I let out a laugh and shake my head "I see you haven't changed at all Derek, also my heart doesn't belong to anyone but my girlfriend Kate." He then lets out a chuckle "Ah yes the archer, I notice she isn't here. I was hoping for more of a challenge and to meet her, but I guess you three will have to do." Now it was Abbie's turn to laugh "I think you will find that the three of us are more than enough to take you down dear brother. Now let's end this ounce and for all."

With that said Abbie launched herself at her brother while Yelena and I took Becca. It was a pretty even fight so far, all of us trading punches and kicks, with the occasional knife jabs here and there. Until I saw Abbie being kicked into some cargo boxes while her brother was walking towards her with a sword, ready to finish her off. "Abbie look out" I yell while running over to them and picking up a sword laying on the ground. Before Derek could finish the job, I intercept his blade with mine and when our blades connect, I look him in the eyes and say, "You know, you really shouldn't leave your weapons laying around." He grunts in response while parrying my blade creating some distance between us. "If you would have told me we were allowed swords. I could have brought mine, you really should have sent a list of weapons in the file you left at Yelena's door or something." I then turned to Abbie "Go help Lena, I got your brother handled." She nodded in response while I focused my attention back on Derek. "You know, your sister Natasha was the only one who could beat me. She really was the best, shame she died a coward." My eyes then blazed over, and I yelled out angrily while charging him "Don't ever say her name again, you coward." I slashed my sword at him while he quickly dodged, and we then started trading hit after hit.

Meanwhile with Kate, she had successfully broken down the door and was on her way to the warehouse, she tracked Y/N's phone cause Abbie was the only one with the location. When she arrived, she first saw Yelena, Abbie and who she assumed was Abbie's brother's girlfriend. She then quickly scanned for Y/N and spotted her fighting Abbie's brother not far from where Yelena and Abbie were. She than reached for her zipline arrow, which she now noticed wasn't there. "Shit, the onetime I don't bring it, see this is what happens when someone locks me in a closet, and I have to hurry." She lets out a sigh of frustration and starts making her way down the building and across the street where they were. If only she could have made it quicker than she could have stopped what was about to happen.

Back with Yelena and Abbie were both gaining the upper hand on Becca. Yelena disarmed her, while Abbie was about to finish the final blow with her gun pointed at Becca. Derek looked over in time to see his girlfriend about to be executed. He then turned back to me and when I was about to go in for another strike, he caught me off guard and knocked my sword out of my hand. "My sister takes my world, I take hers." saying that his strikes got more aggressive and harder to dodge. I tried to kick my sword up and into my hands when Derek saw an opening and took it stabbing me right through the chest. I then hear Kate scream my name getting Yelena's and Abbie's attention. Abbie then pulls the trigger shooting Becca through the chest while racing over with Yelena to take down Derek. He pulls the sword from my chest while I start to collapse, Kate races over and catches me in her arms. Yelena and Becca both start trading blows with Derek until Abbie gets the upper hand and stabs Derek right through the heart. "I hope your final thoughts are filled with regret dear brother. You should have always been there for me in the red room, not resenting me for our parent's death even though there was nothing we could have done." With that thought she pulls the sword from his chest and focuses her attention on a sobbing Kate.

"No, no, Y/N please stay with me, I can't lose you to. Your all I have left, please don't leave me my love." I look up at Kate and let out a weak sigh "Take care of Yelena for me ok Kate. I love you, my archer." and with that my eyes started to close as ambulance and police were heard nearby headed in our direction. After a long drive to the hospital Kate, Abbie and Yelena were sat in the waiting room. Just then after hours of surgery, the doctors came out and told the three girls that Y/N would be ok and is resting but they could see her now. Kate was the first one to rush to Y/N side and take her hand "I know you can't hear me Y/N, but I just want you to know that we all love you and want you to come back to us now, please." Yelena then rested a hand on Kate's shoulder "She will be fine Kate bishop there's no need to worry. Y/n is the strongest out of all of us." Abbie then walked by Yelena "Shes right Kate and Shes lucky to have someone like you looking after her. You're a lucky girl." Kate then smiled and looked at me and said, "I really am, Y/N's my world and ill do anything to protect her." Just then Y/N started to open their eyes and blinking rapidly trying to adjust to the bright lights. "Hey guys, we won right, I didn't just get stabbed for nothing." Everyone's attention was then drawn back to me as I sat up a bit. Abbie then looked at me and smirked, "We sure did fearless warrior. It's finally over." With that we all went back to Kate and my place, ready to get some sleep and put the day and night behind us. However, when we got there Yelena said she would have Abbie stay with her for the night before her plane gets there to pick her up in the morning. Currently Kate and I were laying on the couch with my head on her shoulder. "I'm glad it's all over and your ok my love." I looked up to meet Kate's loving gaze, "I'll always come back to you Kate. I promise." Kate then leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead "Good, cause when I thought I lost you it broke me. When my dad died, he was my heart and a piece of it died that day. You are however my dear Y/N are my soul, my heart, my everything."

Meanwhile with Yelena and Abbie, they were currently tangled in Yelena's bed. Both agreeing though that it would just be a one-night thing. Also, they would never tell Kate and especially Y/N. The next morning rolled around, and Abbie was currently at Yelena's door ready to leave. "Make sure to tell Kate and Y/N bye for me and that ill hopefully see you all soon when you visit me in the tropics." Yelena then let out a laugh "Of course, I'll go over there sometime today to check in on them. Have a safe trip Abbie and well visit soon, promise." Abbie then hugged Yelena and said, "You have to come visit so we can have more mind-blowing sex." she let go and shot Yelena a quick wink leaving the former assassin flustered before she was out the door.

After a few hours have passed by Yelena was on her way to Kate and Y/N place when she saw the news on her phone. She immediately started rushing over to the apartment quicker. Kate and Y/N were on the couch when they both saw the news that a plane matching Abbie's private jet went down on the way to their tropical location. Yelena then came bursting through the door "Y/N you need to see the news." Y/N then sprung from the couch not caring about her sore injuries. "Lena, she made it right, there's no way the great Abbie went out from a plane crash right." Yelena then shook her head "No way, I guess we know what our next mission is now." Kate then shot up and looked at Yelena and I with a glare. "This time I'm coming, someone needs to have your guys back because clearly you need me. Especially my future wife who almost died." I then turned to Kate with heart eyes "Aww babe, you're the best" Yelena then started to gag "Alright love birds that's enough, we have an Abbie to save. So, let's get going."

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[blondie20000]

Human - Bucky Barnes x Yelena Belova

They are weapons, but together, they feel human.

Bucky never thought he would have a moment like this ever again a moment where he would allow someone to touch him, strip off his layers, take control of the situation. Last time he was like that he was strapped down to a chair, his body, mind and soul being abused by HYDRA.

He takes a shaky breath as Yelena runs her hands over his body. She is slow and cautious. Bucky can sense she is wary, because like him Yelena Belova never thought she would experience something so mundane like this and now she is doing it now it is happening and she is lost, unsure of what to do because after all of this time, her whole life, she has learnt to kill. She has turned into a killing machine, and she didn't know anything else apart from death.

Another glide along his chest. Yelena's brows furrow and she bites her lip looking uncomfortable. She is used to direct orders, following someone's every command it is strange for her to now be the one to make the decisions.

Bucky can relate to that. Their minds have been controlled for so long it was hard to trust themselves sometimes.

Bucky still struggled to trust himself.

He reaches out with his arm, the same arm that has snapped many necks and beaten people until they are nothing but a bloody mess on the ground.

It rests on her cheek. She shivers. She knew exactly where that hand has been, the damage it has caused, but she didn't pull away like others would instead she remained where she was allowing him to touch her.

It is not the first time she has been in contact with death.

Bucky gives her a silent nod to convey he understands. He knows her feelings all too well.

"No rush." He assures her.

She blows out a sigh and nods back.

Yelena straightens up, rolls her shoulders and mentally counts herself in.

She can do this.

She wants this.

She wants him.

"No pressure." He adds. "We can stop anytime just say the word."

"Shut up!" She scowls at him. She then rolls her eyes. "Jeez were you like this with all your previous hook ups? Bore them to death with your mouth."

"No." He replies. "Because you are not a hook up." He smiles. "You are much more than that. Miss Belova."

Those words shouldn't affect her but it does. A blush creeps up on her cheeks. She then scoffs and shakes her head.

"So you want to kill me with your words? Slow death huh?" She tries to joke. "Wow I'm honored White Wolf I really am."

Bucky didn't reply.

Bucky knows she is only acting like this to cover her up vulnerability. For all the time Bucky has known her, Yelena puts up a front, a mask to hide away the pain and weakness. Others may have been fooled, but Bucky wasn't. He can see right through that mask because it is the same mask he wore day in and day out. When he looked at Yelena, it was like looking into a mirror. A reflection of trauma staring back at him.

Bucky wants to change the image, see something else in the mirror, wipe the trauma away, and replace it with good with light. If there is one person who deserved that, it was Yelena.

Yelena hesitates at first before leaning down and kissing his chest. A small kiss but it is a huge deal to them both. She then kissed him in another spot then another and another. Barnes closes his eyes as Yelena kissed every part of him. Her lips grazed his skin causing him to shiver. Soon her hands went to his face. She cups his cheeks and stares directly into his eyes.

It is like she is looking straight into his soul.

Did she see that mirror as well?

Did she want to smash that mirror to pieces and scream. Bucky wants to do that. He wishes he can just drop to his knees and scream as loud he could. Let out it all out. He might be in a better place than before but the memories are still there lingering in the back of his mind. No matter how much he washed his hands the blood wouldn't wash away.

He is a monster.

Most people would run from monsters but Yelena didn't. She has seen the ugliness, the darkness in him that even his friends couldn't bear to look at but Yelena never once judged him, she accepted him, all of him because she saw herself as a monster as well.

"Us monsters have got to stick together." She once told him trying to humor the situation but Bucky clung on to those words relieved that there is someone who understood him, who is exactly like him. It made him determined to help her.

And this made him more determined to help himself.

They continued to stare at each other watching each other's life flash across their eyes. Like a movie.

Bucky gently grasps one of her hands. He moves his head and brushes his lips against her knuckles.

She closes her eyes and sighs heavily.

He urges her to look at him.

She does.

He brushes his thumb across her lower lip. He wants to tell her how beautiful she truly is but he knows if he did she would likely send his ass straight out of the door. She wasn't one for compliments and cheesy chat up lines so Bucky decided to express his feelings through actions.

He silently asks for her permission.

She gives it to him.

Bucky leans forward and locks her lips with his. He kisses her slowly wanting her to feel comfortable in his presence. He kept it short until she asked him to kiss her again. He did. This time the kiss is more fierce, more passionate. Yelena soon responds when she started to become more confident.

She teases him with her tongue pushing inside and rolling it along with his. A ghost of a smile passed across her lips as she got a low moan out of him.

"Yelena." He breathes against her.

She cracked a grin as his breaths became shallow.

"You break easily." She said once she pulled away. "I'm shocked."

"Willingly." He replies. "For once I don't have to fight against it."

She knows what he meant by that. Choosing to not comment on it knowing Barnes wouldn't wish to speak anymore on the topic, Yelena sent a trail of kisses along his neck and rubs against his stubble. It tickled her. She then turns her focus to his metal arm, giving it her full attention.

This arm held a weight. A burden. A reminder of his days as The Winter Soldier. It will always be there to show what he lost and what he became.

Maybe it is time to change the image of his arm. A scar it is but rather convey it as pain, fear and death it should instead be a symbol of strength. Sergeant Barnes is here, alive. He fought through the programming and came back to them. The Winter Soldier is dead and the White Wolf rose. He should carry them scars with pride.

She kisses his arm. The cold metal making her shiver. She kisses it again and caresses it showing no fear towards him.

Bucky holds his breath as she tended to his arm what he always saw as a weapon.

"Wear it with pride Barnes." She spoke softly to him. "You got out. You are here to tell the tale."

You are here with me. She wanted to say but didn't.

His arm, one of his many scars.

Bucky thought the same for her. He viewed her scars in the same way. He wants her to be proud. She broke away from the Red Room and helped Natasha take them down.

"Same goes to you." He then said.

Yelena pauses and looks down. She didn't feel the same way. The guilt of what she did still consumed her. She didn't view her scars as heroic. They were instead a reminder that no matter how far she ran from it she will always be a Widow, a trained assassin, a killer.

She was no hero.

Bucky sighs and takes her hand.

They are proud of each other. If only they could feel that way about themselves.

He squeezes her hand asking if she is okay to continue this?

She abruptly pulls away and nods. She didn't need this to turn into a chic flick moment.

Deciding to move things forward Yelena orders him to open his legs. He does. Yelena positions herself above him. A gasp escapes her lips as she felt him go inside her.

The White Widow started off slow at first feeling overwhelmed by this new development between them then once she found her rhythm she started to pick up the pace. Bucky lifts his hips to meet her at each thrust. His hands hold her waist as he guides her through it.

"Fuck!" She swears out loud.

Bucky growls in response.

They keep going, pushing each other, pouring their emotions into this because here right now they are making history. Two weapons, beings who were brainwashed, controlled, moulded into killers, leaving bodies in their path are here making love, rebelling against their abusers and embracing their freedom.

They kissed each other. Tears slip from their eyes as they showed how much this meant to them. How much they wanted each other. Needed each other.

Yelena shakes, the fire forms at the bottom of her belly. She is close and judging from his screwed up expression she knew he is close as well.

He increases his hold on her. He swears and squeezes his eyes shut as he started to reach his climax. Yelena wraps her arms around him and she buries herself into the crook of his neck.

They held on like this until they rode out their orgasm. A shudder coursed through their bodies as they let it all out. Yelena bites down on his neck to stop herself from crying out while Bucky grits his teeth. When it was done Yelena pulls away and tries to catch her breath. Bucky lifts his hand and wipes the sweat from his brow, dazed by what has happened.

Yelena climbs off the bed and starts to get dressed. Bucky blinks a few times and frowns at her.

"That it? You are just gonna leave?"

Yelena pulls on her jumper and looks at him.

"You think I was going to come into bed with you for more cuddles?" She shakes her head. "Not my style Barnes."

"But?"

"But what?" She zips up her jeans and puts her hands on her hips. "What do you expect me to say? Talk about how big your dick was boost your ego?"

He glares at her.

"No."

"Well then there is nothing more to say."

Bucky tries to hide the hurt but he couldn't. Yelena quickly ties her hair up into a messy ponytail looking everywhere but him.

She walks to the door. When her hand went on the handle she paused.

"You can go on top next time."

Next time.

Bucky smiles at her words.

"I am not going to refuse that." He smirks at her.

She glances over her shoulder. She responds with a small smile of her own as she turns the handle and leaves the room. Feeling the most human she has felt in a long time.

The End

#fanfiction #one shot #fanfic #smut #angst #marvel cinematic universe #bucky x yelena #bucklena #yelena belova #bucky barnes #romance #love #healing #hurt/comfort #thunderbolts #marvel fanfiction

[partrin]

so i often read about rin hiring (yes, "hiring" with the promise of like, beer or something) natsuya to pretend to be in a fake relationship with him in order to make haru jealous and/or coax some sort of response out of him, but i'm imagining an alternative, i.e.

haru gets into a fake relationship in order to evoke some sort of jealous outcry from rin. and for some reason, the person i'm thinking of that would do that for him, is none other than our bright-eyed, pink-haired kisumi. whether or not it works is.. a whole other story. allow me to elaborate in the form of a drabble:

"you're dating—" rin pauses, kind of chokes on his spit and then shivers like it'll regain him an ounce of composure (or sanity), "—you're dating kisumi."

"yes," haru says robotically, like he's reading a badly-written script scrawled on the palm of his hand with a sharpie. "i am dating kisumi."

"shigino... kisumi."

"that would be him. the love of my life."

rin rubs an ache in his temple and frowns.

"haru," he whines. "you hate kisumi."

haru makes an indignant little noise at the back of his throat like that is the most absurd thing he has ever heard of in all of his twenty-three years of living. he looks into rin's eyes, glares at them, and counters: "no, i—" he struggles briefly, scrunching his face, "love kisumi. like i said; he is the love of my life."

"you wrote him a death threat when you were in seventh grade."

"i do not recall having done such a thing."

"you found chewed-out bubblegum stuck to the sole of your shoe when we were in greece and proceeded to scrape your foot against the curb, violently, proclaiming that you 'wish you could do this to kisumi's stupid pink head.'"

"feelings can change over time."

"that was two weeks ago!"

"our love is that strong."

rin huffs exasperatedly, backs up until the back of his knees meet wood and lets himself fall gracelessly onto the bench with a thud. he thinks, distantly, of what he's going to do with the headache he's been nursing since they'd gotten off the train an hour ago, or the headache standing right in front of him. said headache moves to take a seat next to him.

"why does it bother you?" haru asks, fixing him with an unruffled stare.

rin wants to scream. or scoff. scoff and say like hell it bothers me!!!!!!!! but he doesn't. because it does, it does bother him. not that he'd say that. instead, he rights his face, wipes every trace of a frown off of it, and schools his expression into one that reeks of nothing but neutrality.

"does he make you happy?" rin asks, hiding his fidgety fingers in the pockets of his jacket. he makes it a point not to look at haru as he asks this and stares into the distance instead.

haru wants to bite his tongue. "yes."

"then that's.. that's good enough for me."

no, haru thinks. no it's not. it cannot be. he's losing. he doesn't like this. this is not what kisumi had said would happen. this is not why he agreed (or rather, gave in) to kisumi's stupid little game. better think of something.

"what is..." haru starts, searching for words in his head. "...love? to you?"

rin is itching to say baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more but thinks better of it. haru is probably being genuinely curious.

"love is loud," he opts to say instead, tapping his fingers nervously in his pockets. "like the splash of a dive that makes you realise, 'oh, wow, he's kind of cool.' love is.. quiet, sometimes, like silently watching him from the side, wishing you could always be next to each other, even if he doesn't realise it. it's making rainbows in the pool because he asked you to, and you do it because you know it makes him happy. it's—"

haru leans forward and stares at him intently, and rin resists the urge to cringe at how quickly his courage is withering away.

"i-it's sharing your dreams with him and pushing him towards the future, with—with y-you by his side."

haru hums. "you don't think kisumi could give me any of that?"

"i know so," rin mumbles, looking down. "he doesn't even swim."

"then.. who do you think could love me like that?" haru asks, inching closer.

rin wants to bristle like a harried cat, but he thinks this moment is important. he forces himself to look up at haru and gaze deeply into his impossibly blue irises. those eyes, eyes that he has looked at one too many times before since he'd been a wee little boy.. eyes that are nearly impossible to read, he thinks, as he gazes at him—they're glistening, a little like the ripples on the surface of an untouched pool. if only he could dive in.

instead, he says: "ask kisumi," and looks away.

he narrowly misses the sinking of haru's shoulders.

#free! #rinharu #matsuoka rin #nanase haruka #drabble #ficlet #i actually wanted this to be a bit more humorous #but me being me..... had to put a little angst and unresolved tension at the end there

[lxndonorris]

lights out, night out - Enea Bastianini

Y/N x Enea Bastianini Theme: Smut (you've been warned) having a steamy night at a hotel after the race x word count: 2950+ requested by anon; this turned out quite long, so tell me if you want to read more about motogp guys.

It's Sunday, late at night after a tough and tight race in the Netherlands, when you find yourself out clubbing your way through Zandvoort with your boyfriend Enea. As a professional racing driver, he's traveling through the world, riding his bike around exciting tracks, and meeting so many new people. That's when he met you, about three months ago. The relationship went as fast as his bike, and you're currently spending so much time together, that he asked you to accompany him every other race weekend. Luckily, your job allows you to travel and how could you say no to that pretty face. However, today hasn't been his day at all. After a troubling qualifying yesterday, he barely missed out on a place on the podium.

A little exhausted and annoyed, you wanted to make sure to make him have some fun before it would be time to say goodbye to Zandvoort. Once the work was done, the two of you got ready inside your hotel room to go clubbing. He's wearing a tight dark silk shirt, with him not even bothering to button up completely, and well-fitting grey pants and shoes. His hair looks very well, that typically 'not yet done just got up from bed' look, with a groomed beard. Enea would always wear this while clubbing, his go-to outfit. You, on the other hand, decided to turn up the heat a little more.

Wearing a tight pair of black leather pants and a short white top, just enough to show off a little skin and your belly button. Your hair and make-up just flow together so well, and it's hard to say if you wear any at all, still, just like Enea likes it the most. A pair of heels make the outfit even better, knowing how much he loves seeing you in those. All of your clothes flatter your body completely, and once you step outside of the bathroom, Enea's mouth drops entirely. He barely was able to look away, his eyes wandering down your whole body, from head to toe, but you managed to get to the club.

Now, you're sitting at a table in a crowded club for an hour, waiting for Enea to return with a new round of drinks, with so many people around you, dancing, drinking, simply having the time of their lives. Music is blaring through the speaker, and you have a look around, spotting a few other guys and girls from the paddock enjoying the night. Fabio, a direct competitor of Enea, a young French guy, smiles at you before he approaches you. He's looking so good as well, wearing a similar outfit to Enea, just the colors differ. "Hey, Y/N," Fabio smirks, leaning in for a polite peck on the cheek. You've met him a few times before, and he's a fun guy to hang around with in the paddock. "Hey, Fabio." You smile, and the faint scent of his cologne reaches your nose, not bad, just not your favorite. He is aware of your relationship, but once you separate from him, he cannot help himself, but let his eyes wander all over your outfit, admiring the view.

"Wow, you're looking fine as always." Fabio bites his tongue, trying to behave. Tilting your head slightly, you return the favor and motion for his outfit. "Likewise." You exchange a quick smile when you feel a hand running along your shoulder gently. Turning your head, you see Enea, who's sliding onto the chair right next to you, placing your drinks on the table. "I'm back." He smiles at you, causing you to blush slightly once he looks back at Fabio. "Hey," Enea says, a polite smile on his lips. Fabio nods approvingly. "Hey, Enea." He raises an eyebrow and an awkward silence hovers in the air. Enea barely missed the podium due to Fabio overtaking him today, and you can feel slight tension rise inside these two men. They don't have a problem with each other, but still.

You feel Enea's fingers gently stroke your shoulder, as Fabio suddenly shrugs. "I gotta find Tom, uhh, see you later?" He raises both of his eyebrows curiously, and both of you, nod. "Sure thing," Enea says, as Fabio leaves. Instantly, once he's far enough away, he turns to you, leaning in for a whisper. "Did he say something?" He breathes against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Tilting your head again, you meet his eyes. "He said I look fantastic." You lick your lips quickly, causing Enea to lower his gaze, admiring your outfit some more. The white top is flattering your boobs, your shoulders, and your whole upper body. His mouth agape, you watch his eyes encompass your chest, down to your stomach to your tight leather pants. His strokes get rougher, with him visibly interested to see more, to undress you right here and now.

"That's what I can agree on." He says, slowly lifting his head to meet your gaze once more. You lean in, for a soft, little kiss, but yet, you stop right before your lips touch his, drawing his breath. "Don't worry. It's just for you." Breathing against his open mouth, you can tell he's already hooked by the shimmer sparking inside his eyes. At the same time, his scent is reaching your nose, just the way you like it. You can tell he's a little jealous at times, a hot-headed athlete, as you would say. Placing a hand on his firm thighs, you stroke him, once, then twice, just enough to make him smirk. "I hope so," Enea says, tilting his own head now, before pulling away just enough to let out a soft, long sigh. Leaning back against the chair, you follow his movement, placing your other hand on his chest, and stroking him as well. "As if I would want anyone else." You shake your head, playing into his sly jealousy. Obviously enjoying himself, Enea places one hand on his stomach, stroking himself, while his other arm is still around you, with his fingers running up and down your arm.

"Prove it." He lifts his chin, giving you a well-known look. Enea's gaze is burning on your skin when his eyes wander down your body again, giving you goosebumps. Hiding a smirk behind innocent eyes, you keep eye contact while your hand finds its way between his legs, with your thumb brushing over a tent slowly forming inside his grey, tight pants. Underneath the table, you let your fingers brush over his crotch, barely touching him with your fingertips, as you lean in, kissing him deeply. Enea melts into your lips, while you let one hand run across his chest, the other still brushing over his crotch and thighs. Enea touches your neck, but before he can pull you closer, you separate from him, leaving him craving much more. "What are you doing?" He shrugs, a coy smile forming in the corner of his wet lips. "I want to dance, now." You smirk, take a long sip from your drink, and get up, his hand clinging to your arm, his fingers running down your skin until your fingers meet his.

At first, he refuses to get up, but after encouraging him by holding on to him, he follows your lead. Easily, you make your way to the dancefloor, and instantly, he turns you around, grabbing your waist, and pulling you into a tight embrace. Giggling under your breath, you steady yourself against his firm, broad chest, again, feeling his pecs, abs and all of his muscles tensing at your slightest touch. All of him is pressing against the fabric of his shirt, struggling to break through. Together, you easily pick up the rhythm of the song, one of your favorite songs 'Hawái', from Maluma. You're moving together, your bodies in sync with one another. Everything around you starts to blur, to fade away slightly, as you focus on each other. Slowly, your hands wander down his upper body, noticing his nipples piercing through his shirt, you play with them using your thumbs.

Enea returns the favor and his hands follow your waistline around your back. At first, he strokes the small of your back, before they wander even deeper down to your butt, feeling you through your pants tightly. Smiling brightly, you lean into him, your faces now just inches away from each other. He takes a few deep breaths, one after another, while you keep on teasing his hard nipples. Enea breathes against your neck, and his hot breath burns your skin, sending even more shivers down your spine. "More." He mouths, his lips aching for another, passionate kiss. Embracing his mouth on yours, you give in to him, kissing him again and again. At the same time, you let your hands run down his chest, slowly, to his stomach.

Tracing his waistline with your fingers, you make sure to tease him some more. His whole body is tensing in anticipation of your next step, awaiting your sensual touch. "Not here." You breathe right into his mouth, and even though he tries to fight it, a soft, low moan escapes his lips. Enea holds on for a second, before separating himself from you, a fire burning inside his beautiful eyes. He runs a hand across his face and through his hair, trying to regain his composure. Enjoying this side of him, you lean in again, whispering into his ear. "But I want you too." You purr into his ear, and you can tell he's imagining things inside his head by the expression written all over his face.

Smirking, you start to dance again, grinding your hips against his, making sure he's as excited as you need him to be. At first, he stands there, watching you, before matching your pace and rhythm once more. Once the song fades away, he grabs your wrist, gently pulling you into him again. "We have to leave," Enea says, his voice rougher than usual. "Why?" You say, again, pretending to be unaware of your impact on him. "I…need you, now." He breathes deeply, closing his eyes for a second before looking at you again. A coy smile forms on your lips, and you can tell, by the state of his entire body, that he's holding back now.

Luckily, the hotel isn't far away.

Just a few minutes later, you are back inside the lobby, standing in front of the elevator. Enea is visibly excited, his entire body is stiff and rigid. All of his muscles are bulging, testing the strength of his tight clothes. "Just the second floor." You say, a little tipsy, leaning against his strong frame. "I can't wait." He lets out a low groan, and you catch him feeling himself, touching himself through his shirt and pants. Just then, the doors open, and you get inside. Enea presses the button, and slowly, the doors close behind you. He is standing with his back to the railing, and you're steadying yourself against his chest. Lifting his chin again, he grabs your waist, securely holding you in place. "Fuck, you look even better now." He frowns for a second, still admiring your outfit. Blushing slightly, you bite your lower lips quickly, feeling his hands now again on your butt.

The two of you leaning in, you barely kiss each other, when the doors open again. Exchanging a quick laugh, Enea takes the lead and guides you toward your room. Fumbling with the key card, you shake your head, when he finally manages to unlock the door. Slowly, gently, he leads you inside, before he turns to you, not wanting to waste any more time. Easily, he pulls you into him again, and you start making out. At the same time, you start to undress each other. His shirt is the first to go. One button at a time, you expose his bare chest more and more, touching him, feeling his muscles, his nipples, and his abs react to you instantly.

With that, the shirt drops to the floor, and out of sight. Your shoes are more complicated, however, and for them, you separate from him. Enea watches you take those heels off, one, then the other, while touching himself, his firm chest, his bulging biceps, and of course, his desire building up inside his pants. He approaches you then, but you hold him back by placing a hand on his chest. "Sit down." You smirk, and he gets the idea. Satisfied, he sits down at the edge of the bed, legs spread, both of his hands resting on his thighs. You watch him desiring you, which makes your whole body tense as well. Running your hands through your hair, you reach for the zipper of your top. Unable to unzip it, however, you turn to Enea, who gladly helps you. Once he's done, you take it off and drop it as well.

Unhooking your bra, you hide your breasts behind your arms, before you remove them at once, exposing your beautiful boobs. Enea, now turned on even harder, strokes himself more and more, the visible outline of his dick causing you to breathe deeply. Moving your hips rhythmically, you make your way between his legs and dance for him some more, and he, instantly, embraces your body with his hands, touching your boobs, your stomach, your back, and your neck. Slightly entranced by your slow movement, he doesn't even notice you unbuttoning your leather pants. They don't slide down as easily, however, but Enea gladly assists again, making sure to encompass the rest of your body in the process. The feeling of his hands drawing lines all over your skin gives you goosebumps again.

Now, your panties are all that's left, and he starts tugging at them, trying desperately to remove them as well. But you stop him, by grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at your face. "You're way too overdressed." You smirk, motioning for his grey pants and shoes. It's his turn to show off, and you swap places. With you now sitting on the bed, you watch him take his shoes off, one by one before he approaches you again. Enea easily mirrors your dance from before, moving his hips rhythmically, while touching himself, one hand at his chest, the other at his crotch. You follow his lead from before and touch him, feel him, embrace him with both of your hands. He feels so good, firm, yet somehow soft, all of him reacting to your slightest touch.

This time, you unbutton his pants, much to his amusement. "Fuckk." He purrs happily as his pants slide down to his ankles, exposing his length imprinting through his boxers. Looking at him, you lick your lips, as he bends down, lifting your chin, to kiss you. Exchanging passionate kisses, you touch him firmly, causing him to moan into your mouth. The sound of his voice makes you hold back a moan as well. You don't protest when he takes the initiative. Enea leads you toward the center of the bed, with him climbing on top of you, his entire body grinding against yours. "Enea.." You moan softly once his hands run down your body and right between your legs. "Y/N." He starts panting heavily, taking one deep breath after another, as he pulls your panties down. His finger brush over your clit, sending waves of electricity through every fiber of your body.

Grabbing his dick through his boxers, you start moving your hand up and down his length, causing him to shudder. "Fuuck." A giggle turns into a long moan, and together, you remove his underwear as well. "I want you." Enea breathes, bends down, and kisses you softly. Exhausted by all that foreplay, you nod. "I need you, Enea." You touch his neck lovingly, running a finger through his beard. Gently, yet firmly, he slides into you, his entire length filling you fully. The two of you moan and groan once, with you clawing into the sheets, while Enea steadies himself against the mattress.

Slowly, but steadily, he thrusts into you, rocking his hips against yours. Every single one of them sends waves of pure pleasure through your mind, along your spine, and into every corner of your body. You can tell he's feeling the same by the way he grimaces, his face twists and turns due to pleasure taking over. For what feels like eternity, your bodies are moving together as one, when he cries out. "I'm so closeeee." Enea's voice shakes, and you know he's very close. Your body is on the edge as well, as all of this is intoxicating your mind, and all you can think of is finding relief. Just then, with one final, strong thrust, both of you freeze, holding back, not wanting this moment to end already. But it's no use. In unison, you scream out in ecstasy, your moans filling the air all around you, as your bodies find the much-needed relief. His body twitches a few times before Enea regains his composure. "Fuckk." You breathe as he kisses you once, then twice, exhausted but happy. "That felt so good." He purrs, and gently, removes himself from you.

He lies down right next to you, and you turn to him, face to face again. Instantly, you reach for his chest again, using your finger to trace the visible outlines of his muscles. "That was incredible." You say softly, and he smiles weakly, both of you still catching your breath. "I needed that," Enea says, reaching for your shoulder, inviting you to come even closer. You follow his lead and cuddle with him for a while.

#enea bastianini #Enea bastianini fanfic #Enea bastianini smut #Enea bastianini fanfiction #Enea bastianini imagine #Enea bastianini one shot #My writing: enea bastianini #enea anon

[miyuhpapayuh]

3. New beginnings

In the last three days, so much has happened.

For starters, she got the job, which she's so thankful for. Claire is the ultimate sweetheart and her coworkers are nice, but she still misses Joe.

Tyler ended up being pregnant and getting an abortion, and has just been losing her damn mind lately.

She's getting really tired of her downward spiral; cause she's causing her own problems. She won't listen to Stevie or let her even try to help, but you can't help someone who doesn't see a problem in what they're doing.

They're both still going to their classes, or so she hopes, since she's been MIA as of lately.

But on the bright side, her and Roderick are getting closer. Their first official date is actually tonight.

She feels like they've been waiting for this day for the longest time.

Currently on her break, she's sitting in the McDonald's parking lot with Rod. It's pretty warm today, so they're perched on the hood of his car.

She stuffs a handful of salty fries into her mouth, listening to him tell her about his day.

He takes a swig of his Hi-ci orange and laughs at her stuffing her face.

"Listen, I haven't eaten since this morning. Leave me alone."

"Ain't nobody judgin' you, girl.”

"Lies. That's exactly what you're doing.”

He throws his hands up in defense, still laughing.

"Okay, you got it. So, how's the job goin'? Everybody still being friendly and shit?"

"Yeah, I like the place a lot," she sips on her Sprite, "everybody just stays in their space and that makes me happy cause at Joes', that wasn't the case."

"What do you mean? Y'all ain't have no personal space?"

"Well, that and some people just acted like they had to be up in your face, anyway. I'm glad it's different and spread out now."  She rolls her eyes, thinking about John.

"Hm, somebody was like that with you?" He asks.

"Yeah... he left, before he got fired for it. I have a restraining order against him, so I'm good." Joe ended up taking care of that for her, knowing that she had a lot on her plate.

"Aight, just know that if something jumps off, I got you." He says.

She nods, staring back at her fries.

The serious tone in his voice makes her stomach swarm with butterflies. Real foreign.

"You ready to head back?" He asks.

She nods, sliding off the hood and adjusts her black collar work shirt, placing her trash in the empty bag.

He leans up from the hood and tosses his trash in the same bag, heading towards the nearest trash can to throw it away.

He heads back over to her side, opening the door for her. She thanks him and slides into the seat, allowing him to close the door for her.

He rounds the car and gets in, starts the car up and pulls out of the parking lot. It's a fairly quick drive, considering the fact that McDonald's is right around the corner from her job.

"Listen, I don't wanna scare you off or anything. I just wanna let you know that, I'm diggin' you and I think you're dope. We been kickin' it for a minute and I'm startin' to like you." He admits.

She bites her lip to hide the smile on her face.

"I'm starting to like you, too. You aight when you wanna be." She jokes, causing him to smack his lips. Again, she hates that sound.

"Seriously, I'm glad that I get to take you out tonight. You'll have fun, I promise."

"Well, it's been fun so far. I don't think I'll be disappointed." 

He pulls into the parking spot next to her car. She sighs and unbuckles her seatbelt, placing her hand on the door handle.

"Thanks for hanging out with me, on my break." She smiles, and he returns it.

"It was my pleasure, babygirl."

She feels the heat rise to her cheeks.

"So, I'll see you around six thirty?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll be on time, so you better be ready." Sje scoffs.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Y'all take forever to get ready, that's what I mean." He starts laughing.

"Boy, whatever. I'll make you wait if I want to." She says, before opening the door and looking back at him.

"Right. You'll get left." He laughs, stepping out to make sure she gets in safe.

"Wow, so no hug?" He asks.

"Not after you threaten to leave me," she laughs and heads inside, blowing him a kiss. He waves her off and hops back in his car.

She laughs, waving to Claire and walking past the counter, into the back to put her bag away.

"Hey sunshine! How was your break?" She places her pen behind her ear, sending a smirk her way, once she's back in her view.

"It was good. I finally got my fix of fast food I've been craving all day." She turns her around, tying the strings of her apron.

"Mhm, and?"

"And... I'm back?" She laughs and turns back around.

"Stevie, we saw that fine piece of chocolate!" Alana comes out of nowhere and states. Stevie rolls her eyes.

"Okay, congratulations... you guys have eyeballs that work!" She shoots them a 'thumbs-up' and walks away.

"Ugh, people can be so nosy." She mumbles to herself, grabbing a rag and a spray bottle and starts cleaning her station. The chimes on the door sound, indicating that a customer just walked in.

"Welcome to Claire's coffee, I'll be right with you!" She says in the cheeriest voice she could muster up.

"Take your time, girl." She looks up and sees Tyler.

I haven't seen this bitch in two days!

She goes back to what she's doing.

"What are you doing here?" She scoffs.

"You thought, you could get another job and not tell me? What's that about?" She looks at her, completely amused at how she thinks this has anything to do with her.

"You're serious? You think I hid this from you? It's not like you'd listen to me even if I was to run it by you. And, since you wanna come in chastising people, where have you been?"

Tyler just stares at her, egg on her face.

"This really ain't the place to talk about any of this. I'll just see you when you get home." She backtracks and heads for the door.

"What do you mean? It's been a whole forty-eight hours! You didn't call me. You didn't come by the house to let me know you were okay. You didn't leave a note or anything. Yet, you wanna come in here and break bad on me. Wassup with you?" She quizzes.

"We'll talk later." She leaves back out.

She sighs and prepare for the rush of customers that are about to come through. This is nothing like Joe's.

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She sits her keys on the counter and walks into the living room.

Tyler's sitting on the couch, watching a rerun of Pinky and The Brain. 

She clears her throat, and Tyler mutes the tv and looks at her, patting the cushion beside her. She sighs and sits down.

"So, before you say anything, I just wanna say that I'm sorry. I've been acting like an ass and it has nothing to do with you. I was just making terrible decisions and I didn't wanna hear what you had to say, cause you were right and I knew that. But, I see if was for my own good and I appreciate you still being here for me."

"Well, where else would I be? We live together, and more importantly, you're my best friend! I'm always gonna tell you what you need to hear, cause I don't care about sugarcoating anything and you know that. I just don't want you doing anything stupid. I need you to be good. Do it for yourself. Not cause, you think I'll yell at you or whatever, cause that's a given, but cause you're the only person that can live your life."

She nods before pulling her into a hug. Stevie rubs her back in a motherly manner and stands back up.

"So, what's going on with you?" Tyler asks.

"I'm gonna get ready for my date, tonight." Stevie turns on her heels and heads upstairs. She follows behind.

"Ooh, what are you wearing?" She shrugs and opens her closet, searching through the many different patterns and prints, finding absolutely nothing suitable.

"I have an hour to get ready and there's nothing here! What the hell am I gonna do?" She looks over at her.

She places a hand on her shoulder. "Okay first of all, breathe."

She rummages through and pulls out a black tank top and a neon green skirt. She squints, not remembering buying either.

"See, you have too many clothes! Pair this with your black heels and slick your hair back. Now, get in the shower!" She places her clothes on the bed and smacks her butt, kicking her out of her own room.

If I wasn't in such a rush, I'd give her a piece of my mind.. again.

She showers quickly, making sure to keep her hair dry. She hops out and wraps a towel around herself, before doing her hygiene routine, making sure to use her strawberry scented lotion.

Sliding into her outfit, she grabs her rat tail comb and parts her hair, instead of slicking it back. Tucking the sides behind her ear, she grabs her black sandals from her closet, sliding her feet inside them.

She grabs the Gucci shades that Tyler bought her for Christmas last year and slides them into her hair.

She looks at the clock by her tv, seeing that it reads 6:27 p.m. She smirks, more than amused that she's ready before my "set time".

As if on cue, her phone rings. She grabs it off her nightstand and answers it.

Rods' deep voice cuts through the second of silence. "Beautiful, are you ready?"

"I surely am, dear. Aren't you proud?" She says in a sarcastic tone. He laughs.

"Very. I'll be there in two minutes."

They hang up and she heads downstairs. Tyler pops up out of nowhere, scaring her half to death.

"Well, don't you look fucking hot!"

She smacks her arm, placing her hand over her chest. Tyler snorts.

"Thank you, crazy. I owe this look to you, minus the hair." She twirls the end of a strand, shrugging.

"It's so cute, girl. I bet big head's gonna love it!"

A knock sounds at the door, sending her low-key rushing towards it.

"Girl, calm down!" Tyler teases.

Stevie rolls her eyes and open the door.

Rod stands before her in a black and gold striped, short sleeved button up, paired with light wash jeans and Air Force ones. The durag that he wore earlier is gone, and his waves are on full display.

"So... y'all just gon' stand there and drool over each other?" Tyler asks, from her seat, making her snap out of her trance.

He pulls her hand up to his lips, pecking her skin.

"It goes without saying, but you look beautiful." He says.

She blushes, sending a thank you his way.

"You look good, too."

Tyler slides her clutch into the fold of her arm. She turns around to face her.

"Oh, thank you. I would've forgotten it. But um, I'll be home later, okay?"

"Have fun, boo."

She nods and places her hand back in Rod's, heading down the steps and towards his car. He opens her door for her, helping her in.

"Thank you."

He winks and rushes towards the drivers side. The car comes to life and they're headed out of the neighborhood.

"So, where are we headed?" She asks.

Stopping at their first red light, he looks over at her.

"You like to dance?" He asks. She nods, giggling a bit.

"Well, there's this nightclub called Limelight. I thought I'd do something fun and out of the ordinary for a first date. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me."

The light changes and he continues towards their destination.

Rod turns the radio on, cutting the comfortable silence. Pretty Brown Eyes plays through the speakers.

"They made this song for you, you know?" He flirts.

She laughs, folding one leg over the other.

"I could say the same thing about you," she flirts back.

He raises an eyebrow at her, while pulling into the semi-packed parking lot.

"Word?"

"Mmhm."

He chuckles before cutting the car off. Getting out, he rounds the car and helps her out, closing the door.

She smiles, flipping her hair to one side. His large hand grasps her smaller one, leading her towards the short line that eventually turned lengthy.

"Maybe... maybe not." She looks down at their hands and back up to his face. Confidence all in his smile.

She begins looking around, taking in her surroundings. She stares straight ahead, finally noticing the clubs appearance.

The entire building is railed with a neon light, same shade as her skirt. Black brick is the foundation, and the name is written in white calligraphy.

How cute.

"This club is usually, twenty-one and up," his lips being so close to her ear startles her, "but, on Fridays they lower it to eighteen, so you're good."

"How do you figure I'm not twenty-one?" She looks up at him, again.

"Wild guess. Plus, you have a baby face."

She shrugs. He's got a point.

"I could be, though."

He stares at her.

"Are you?"

"Nah," I play with the hem of my skirt, "a couple months and we'll be the same age."

"When?"

"June."

They move towards the bouncer, showing our IDs. Pulling the green rope back, they head inside and boy, is it loud.

She sighs, feeling a slight pang of anxiety kick in.

Rod lets her hand go and wraps a protective arm around her waist. They head towards the bar.

"Are you alright?"

He helps her into the stool, as she pushes her glasses back into her hair.

It'd be rude if they covered my eyes all night.

"Yeah, I'm just not used to loud environments. Other than my job, of course." She laughs, "screaming out coffee orders should prepare me for places like this."

He laughs along with me.

"I totally understand. I just wanna make sure you're having a good time, cause we can always go somewhere else—"

"No, no we don't have to leave. I love that you came up with this idea, it's so different and I appreciate it. I promise."

His hand rubs her knee.

"Did you wanna dance or you wanna chill here?" She looks towards the many alcoholic choices and smirks.

"Doesn't sound like they're playing anything worth dancing to at the moment, so we can stay here."

He grins.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Whiskey sour, please."

He orders our drinks.

She looks around for her clutch, realizing she left it in the car. She hops down and pulls at her skirt, which has rose slightly past her thighs.

"I'm gonna head towards the ladies room. I'll be right back."

"Alright." He nods.

She heads past him and turns the corner, pushing the teal door open and the scent of lilac hits her nose.

Girls litter the tiny space, either in the mirrors or standing around conversing.

She squeezes through and grabs a paper towel, wet it and blots her dry mouth.

I was gonna ask to either have him go get my clutch or hand me the keys and let me grab it, but I didn't wanna be extra.

"Hey," she looks towards her left and finds a blonde haired beauty; she's about five foot seven, slender with dark red stained lips.

"Yeah?" Stevie asks, tosses her wrinkled paper towel in the trash, giving her, her attention.

The girls' lips curl into a smirk. "You're here with that cute black guy, right?"

It takes everything in her to keep her eyes from rolling back. She nods, pursing her lips together.

"Are y'all dating? Cause, my friend thought he was really cute and she wanted to talk to him."

She scoffs at the audacity.

"Yeah, we are. Tell your friend to stay away from what's not hers."

She slides past her and makes her way back towards the bar.

She turns the corner and finds some girl near Rod. That must be the friend.

She walks over to him and sits on the other side, making her presence known.

He goes from staring straight ahead to looking at her, smiling. He slides her drink towards her, turning his body to face hers.

"There you are."

"I heard somebody was tryna snatch you up, while I was gone." She laughs, looking behind him, glaring at whoever she thought she was.

She huffs and storms off.

He starts laughing, watching her sip on her sour drink.

"You're something else. Let me find out there's a jealousy streak in you."

She downs the rest of it, smirking at him.

"Well, I wouldn't call it jealousy. These bitches don't hold a candle to me, and I hope you wouldn't go for a white girl, anyway! They're trouble."

He nods, hopefully taking in her words.

"You're right."

"I know!" She says matter-of-factly. He laughs.

"You like laughing at me. I know for a fact, that I'm not that damn funny."

"Oh, you're definitely that damn funny."

She waves him off, holding back a laugh of her own.

Lady by D'Angelo starts playing.

Without a word, Rod stands up and for a split second, she forgot how much taller he was than her.

He holds his hand out for her to take. "Will you dance with me?"

She nods, feeling those butterflies come back. He helps her down and leads her towards the floor.

They squeeze through, until the perfect spot is found.

Facing him and place her arms around his neck, while his hands rest on her waist. Her hips sway to the beat.

You're my little baby, my darling baby

I swear you're the talk of the town

And everybody wants to know what's going down

Babe, I know they've seen us before

He lip syncs, looking down at her. She chuckles, feeling like this song is perfect for what just took place.

His hands hang dangerously low on her hips, while his chin finds its way into the crook of her neck. She wraps her hands around his buff arms.

The drink she had earlier is starting to kick in, making her body feel incredibly warm, and him being so close and smelling so good makes her hotter.

"You feelin' alright?" He asks, sending a chill through her.

"Yeah," she gets out.

The song continues to play, but it sounds like background noise at this point. All she hears is thumping from the bass and her hormones are going crazy.

Pulling his face away from her neck, he stares down at her lips, knowing the thought is on both of their minds.

Throwing her nerves to the wind, she closes the small space between them, swearing she felt a spark as their lips touched.

She wasn't alone, either.

Pulling away, she stares at him, kinda unsure of what to say.

"Your lips taste good." He blurts out, making her smile.

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Walking her to her front door, she opens her clutch and pulls her keys out and turn towards him.

He smiles, pulling a strand of hair away from her face.

"I had fun, tonight."

"I did, too." She mirror his expression, unable to stop the little giggles that follow.

"Does this guarantee me a second date?"

"Maybe... maybe not." She tucks her lip between her teeth as he takes a step toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She leans in and kisses him, again.

The door opens behind her. She pulls away from Rod and look behind her, finding Tyler with her arms folded over her chest with a smirk on her face.

"So," he says, as she turns back towards him, "I'll call you, tomorrow?"

He nods, still smiling as he pulls away and heads down the steps, back to his car.

She turns back to face Tyler. She steps aside and Stevie walks in, closing the door behind them, sitting her keys and clutch on the counter.

"Well, I definitely don't have to ask how your date went." Tyler says with a laugh.

"You kinda ruined the moment, though." She rolls her eyes and drags herself upstairs, her friend in tow.

"Aw, come on. That had to at least be a second kiss. You looked too comfortable."

She chuckles and pulls her heels off, sitting them back in her closet.

"You should be a detective or something, Jesus."

She plops down on her bed and swings her feet back and forth.

"You like him?" Tyler asks, making her look up at her and raise an eyebrow.

"I mean, I'd hope so. I don't just kiss random guys on my doorstep. That's your job." She winks, while she pretends to be hurt.

"Ew, they're never random, bitch. Don't try these lips!"

Stevie waves her off.

"Anyway, y'all are kinda cute. I adore the way he looks at you."

"There's a way he looks at me?"

She nods, beginning to laugh.

"Girl! That man looks like he's in total heaven when he's around you. How do you not see that?"

She shrugs. "I don't know... I guess I've never paid it any attention. I don't know what any of this stuff means!"

"It's okay, you'll figure it out. I can see y'all being official, real soon."

"That'd be... something. We'd have to go on more dates and shit, but I don't see a problem with that."

Tyler grins like the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland.

"Girl, go away! I'm sleepy as hell," she tosses one of her pillows at her, smacking her right in the face.

She sticks her middle finger up at her, before leaving out, with her pillow still on the floor.

She eventually stands back up to grab it and pull her clothes off.

Tossing them in her hamper, grabbing an oversized T-shirt and pull it over her head. She grabs a hair tie from her dresser and pulls her hair into a messy bun.

She pulls the covers back and slides into bed, turning her lamp off and tv on. The background noise helps her fall asleep, which is eventually what she ends up doing.

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