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nkogneatho · 3 months

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"𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊"

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

—cw: lactation kink, mentions of pregnancy, dirty, nasty, depraved stuff, vaginal sex, period oral mention, monsterfucking in kuna's (sukuna's is way too dirty), dry humping, drinking breast milk obv, not proofread (this is too long and i have an event tomorrow)

—a/n: i have officially lost it. is it obvious i have lost it? idk if this is the best or the worst thing you will ever read but this is very depraved and nasty. like...aaaaaaaaaahh okay i am normal. i put my big titties non existent breast milk into this so please read it all and i hope you enjoy.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

— satoru is the man who is always up for something new. especially, if it involves pleasing you because he's a good husband and that's good what husbands do. he knows how to pull out the naughty parts out of you, but he had to work his way up.

"I am just saying. It helps. Believe me," your husband was arguing with you.

"Cut it out, Toru. I am not letting you suck my boobs."

"But why?"

"Because it's gross and weird." The moment those words left your mouth, he audibly gasped.

"Did you just call our baby's food gross?" You rolled your eyes. He's always like this. It's not like you weren't curious of his reaction when he does taste you, you were just scared that he'd be disgusted. Plus the post pregnancy hormones are worst as they make you emotional over the silliest things.

"Please, baby? Just this one time. I'll be a good boy I promise." You hate when he addresses himself as if he's an angel. He is a mischievous devil inside. But rather than having him pester you for the rest of the night and ruin your hard earned sleep (since your baby's cries always wakes you up) You thought maybe let him and just get it over with...

"mmph ffhuck." His moans vibrated through your skin, "mhmm god ywo twaste shwo good." The moment he said that, all the insecurity left your body, and heat forming between your legs.

"Ngh—toru..." you felt so embarrassed—so dirty when his eyes locked with you. Your lashes fluttered and you looked away but you swore you could feel him smiling on your nipples. Your husband really digs out the emotions you never thought existed within you.

He was pressing them together, playing like he had just found a new toy. You had never seen so much amusement in those blue eyes as much as of now. Bright pink tongue lolling out to taste the squirting liquid when he squeezed both your breasts together.

"Feels good, right baby? ah!" *slurp* He wiped the dripping milk at the end of his lips with his tongue, and you couldn't process. You felt so wet. And he knew you very well. After all, you've been together for so many years.

"Lay down baby. I'll fuck you while I drink you." You never thought you'd ever hear that sentence but there it was.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

— toji has always been an experienced man. he has definitely tried a lot of things. but there's always areas to expand knowledge and new things to learn. he wouldn't do anything that makes you uncomfortable but he knew the person he was marrying wasn't ordinary. you, deep down, were just very dirty like him.

You had your legs stretched on the sofa, upper body resting on your husband's lap. Since you guys had a baby, it was very rare for you rest. Being a parent is the best thing in the world but it also feels worse than a 9to5 sometimes. Today was a good day though. Your boy was sleeping soundly and you had some quality time to spend with each other. Well, it's hard to go on a date at this time, but you both were just happy to be in each other's presence.

Toji was mindlessly flipping through some channels after he got bored halfway through that one movie he was watching. His emerald eyes fell on your ipad screen where you were scrolling through what seemed like a baby product websites.

"I thought we had bought everything for little gumi." You looked up at him then back to the screen.

"Oh this isn't for gumi bear. This is for me. These are called breast shells."

"What? Show me." He took the ipad from you and carefully observed the product you were supposedly buying. "So what is this a fashion accessory for mommies now?"

"Hehehe," you giggled. "No, baby. My breast oversupplies sometimes and it ruins my dress. They prevent that." You watched him as he sat there in silence, poking his tongue inside his mouth. Within two seconds, he flipped you on the sofa, and gently climbed on you.

"Why are you buying that shitty thing when I am right here?"

"Toji, what do y—OH MY GOD!" he pulled out both your breast pretty quickly, all thanks to your maternity clothes. He knew you won't stop him. He knew you would get wet when he'd do that. And he was right on the money. He started sucking so hard, you felt...foreign. He had sucked them a hundred times before but watching him flick your nipples with his tongue and the milk trailing down, fusing with the tastebuds until it goes transparent and his adam's apple bobs when he gulps it. fuck.

Toji's obvious boner grinds against your heat as he suckled on those pretty tits. The wet patch on your panties were now staining his grey bottoms too.

"Overflowing down there too, mama? Hmph," he chuckled. You were to focused on the feeling of his lips on your nipples that you forgot to see his right hand moving down to cup your heat.

"Ngh—twoji," you mewled.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." Thick fingers circled your wet clit, "Ya don't need those shells or whateva when i am right here." He is a great husband. He even saved you so much money that you were gonna spend on those silicones.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

—suguru worships you. it isn't obvious but you can feel his devotion towards you. the way his droopy eyes lights up when they fall on you, or his ears turn red when you kiss him. he loves how you take him in, struggling a little at first because he is girthy and a bit long, but when he bottoms out, you finally exhale and relax your walls around him. holy shit. he loves it. but this time, something different struck his curiosity.

"fuck. you sure we can do this baby?" He asked.

"'s okay, sugu. doc said we had to wait like six weeks and it's been three months." You were so busy in your post pregnancy life that you barely got time for just each other. You hadn't even kissed properly in months. "plus," you reached for his cock, "i need you." Those last words came off as a whine. You needed him and who is he to deny you off your pleasure.

You were on top of him as you positioned his boner to your entrance. He watched as your cunt swallowed him. This time, not struggling as much. Thanks to dilation.

"anh! suguuu~ mhmm missed your cock." You moaned so beautifully, he found himself falling in love over and over again. Yet, something was different. Normally, his eyes would focus down on how you well you take him as you ride it, but today he had found something rather more interesting. Your big tits bumped against his face and he couldn't take his eyes of those nipples. Those glistening nipples. He could see droplets of milk settling and honestly, they looked so fucking tempting. He let his intrusive thoughts win as you felt a warm sensation on your boobs.

"haaa—fuck. sugu, mhmm—no, it's gross" He didn't reply. He didn't need to. Pretending he didn't hear that was just right. Why would you even think anything about you is gross. He would kiss the soil you walked on.

"so fucking sweet. my sweet girl." *sucksucksuck* "these are f'me too, right? these were made f'me. hmm...sweet *suck* fucking *suck* girl.

congratulations. you just unlocked his new kink.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

—nanami is a gentke lover. we all know that. he is only mean in bed if you ask him too. that alone needs a lot of convincing because he is scared of hurting you. he is not too kinky but you can't say he's completely vanilla. he enjoys wrapping a tie around wrist as be eats you out. he also found himself getting hard when you called him "daddy." So yeah, he is a little kinky. But not in a million years Nanami Kento would've thought he would get hard watching you wipe the excess milk off your breasts.

"So i just put her down to sleep," you walked out of the baby room, with your left tit out, wiping it with a napkin. "What do you want for lunch—Kento?" He immediately broke the staring contest he was having with your boobs and looked at you.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Is everything alright? Is there something on my breasts?"

"Yes—I mean no. of course not." It was rare to hear panic in his voice which only made you mroe curious. You walked closer to him, hsi breath heavier than usual.

"What's wrong, Ken? Talk to me." shit shit shit. you were too close. he could feel your wet boobs rubbing against his cyan blue shirt. If you got any closer, you would loathe him for having a boner for such thing. He was ashamed of himself.

"Why are you looking away, baby? Do you not like me anymore?" Fuck. You're so stupid. Not like you? That man is in love with you so much. He cannot contain himself. You tried to get closer but he tripped on the foot of the couch and felk on it upright, and you on top of him.

oh.

OH.

You could feel it between your legs. You didn't even kiss him and it's not like you were seducing him earlier so you connected the dots pretty quickly on why he was hard.

"hmm hmm" you giggled. "is this what makes you hard you, ken? my lactating tits?"

"don't say it out loud, please." it was so fun seeing him all flustered. you adjusted yourself on top him as you thought of something very dirty.

"wanna taste? i know you're curious." he hesitated a bit, but a man like him can only go so high with his walls before he breaks them and let's his wife take control.

He started off with a few licks, testing his feet into the water. It was sweet with a hint of tanginess. The moment he felt it squirting a lot when he sucked, he fell in love. He acted like a kid who had just discovered magic. You chuckled between your heavy moans as you witnessed him trying to fit in your tits in his mouth as much as he can. You start grinding on him and it only makes him more desperate. He taps your thighs, a cue to pull your dress up and throw it in the floor. You watch as he hungrily latches his lips on your nipples quickly again. Your dress was not even off your arms yet. Nanami had discovered his obsession when he watched you squeeze you tits to squirt your milk on him.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

—sukuna didn't even think it was possible for him to have a child as him being a curse and you being a human but here you were. he was in love with you. maybe his expression for love was different than others, but you felt it. be wasn't an embodiment of rage, but rather an overflowing confidence in his skills. That's where the cockiness came from. Existing for over a 1000 years, he thought he had experienced everything. Well...he was wrong.

"So...you just out this device on your chest and it gathers your milk?"

"Yes. It's called a "breast pump" and not a device," his vocabulary according to the new era was still weak but he was working on it.

When you detached the the vaccum of the breast pump from your boobs, Sukuna's eyes were fixated on them. He loved your tits. He had his fair share of biting and sucking on them till they were sore, but today they looked so plumped and so...succulent??

"What are you staring at? You want to drink it too or what?" You joked as you closed the lid of the bottle.

"Yes." You stared at him. Two minutes of complete shock snd silence.

"What?"

"What? You said if I want to drink it, and I answered."

"Yeah but—"

"Be a good wife, my little human. Good wives obey their husband's wishes." (Please let the feminist in you shut up for a sec and enjoy cuz i know he'd say smtg like this)

"Kuna...I don't know. It's nasty, y'know?"

"I think you're forgetting that I am a monster, baby. I ate you out during your those days of the month. This is less dirty." He yaps a lot someone shit him up before I die from embarrassment.

Sukuna laid you on the bed gently after getting you undressed. For the first time in so.many years, you were feeling shy again in front of him. It was quite an amusing sight to enjoy for him. He summoned a mouth on both his palm and licked your nipples. He wasn't sucking yet, but the hint of sweetness still laced his tastebuds.

"I am going to squeeze your breasts in my mouth now, okay?" Why did he feel the need to announce it? Weren't you already so flustered?

The tongues on his palm licked the skin of your tits before squeezing it when his mouth crashed against your nipples, spraying the milk. Sukuna sometimes forget you're a human. You're delicate unlike. The strong force of the suction made you whine and moan so loudly, it vibrated through the walls of the bedroom.

"mhmm I did not know my beloved wife enjoyed such depraved acts," he smirked when his thighs brushed against your bare pussy. you were dripping wet.

"Don't worry, little one. Let me please you. Hope you have pumped out enough in that bottle of yours. Because, I am going to milk you dry today."

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evilminji · 8 months

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Question!

As a living representation of Balance? Would Danny... LIKE or be On Sight the other Lords?

Like Dr. Fate is a Lord of Order. Klarion is a Lord of Chaos. But? By their very natures? NEITHER are correct? Klarion is just both mischievous and more of a dangerous asshole day to day. Less consistent.

Absolute Order is a bad thing. It stifles, stagnates, and destroyes. Absolute Chaos is much the same. Destructive, formless, and self-cannibalizing. You need BALANCE. But??? Does Balance need THEM?

Or does he fuckin HATE those guys?

Are they the devil and angel on his shoulder? But shaded in Orange and Blue morality? Or was this whole fight BECAUSE Pariah fucking sucks and wasn't doing his job as mediator? Because Death is the great equalizer. The end of both Order AND Chaos, therefor supposedly impartial?

I just? Kinda want to see Danny deck a helmet. Mother fucker taking free will?! Not today, ya shiny bitch! *feral Racoon noises* *helmet swearing* *klarions there somehow because he wants to fight too*

@hdgnj @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom

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bimbobaggins69 · 11 months

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Heavy metal parking lot

eddie munson x metal head fem!reader

summary: the last thing you ever expected was to hit it off with a cute guy at a Judas Priest concert, but stranger things have happened.

warnings: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, all porn almost no plot, no use of y/n, use of pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl etc.), smoking the devils lettuce, queer!eddie, reader has nipple piercings, dom/sub dynamics, some degradation (but eddie is still a simp), oral (m receiving), unprotected rough p in v sex (this is fantasy, pls don’t have unprotected sex with strangers), anal play (f receiving).

notes: just a dirty little one shot. Sorry, there will not be a part two. Thank you to my loves: @corrodedcorpses @take-everything-you-can & @stwritings for beta reading <3 also, blame @bettyfrommars & @xxhellfiregirlxx for me posting this filth on our holy day.

wc: 3.1k

This was a stupid idea, stupid, stupid.

But here you are driving to the market square arena, an hour away from home, dead in the middle of a scorching summer, alone.

You had this elaborate plan for months, ever since you had bought your tickets. You and your best friend Abbee were supposed to meet up at your house, get ready together, go grab some fuel and head to the show a little early to hang out in the parking lot. That unfortunately is not what ended up happening. You got ready…alone, got food…alone and now you’re making the trip…alone.

You can’t be mad at your friend, she did have a very valid excuse as to why she was unable to make it. You couldn’t help but to kick yourself for never being brave enough to put yourself out there and make new friends, but maybe that would change, maybe you would meet some cool people at the show, some Judas Priest fans seemed like the perfect place to start.

The parking lot was jam packed, men and women in all their Judas Priest or Dokken gear, huge banners held out by adoring fans, beer cans littering the lot as weed and cigarette smoke fog the air.

You finally find parking, lucky for you it seems to be the last vacant spot left, squeezed tight between a red Camaro and a brown van.

Better than nothing.

As you exit your black Honda accord, your eyes flit around the lot, taking in your surroundings as you breathe in the second hand smoke.

“Hey, sick shirt.” A gruff voice towards your left calls out. You look around for a second before your eyes finally land on the owner of the van that's parked beside you.

His brown wavy hair gets hit by a gust of wind, as if he’s some hot character in one of those movies that the protagonist is in love with. You definitely couldn’t deny his hotness.

His defenders of the faith shirt clung to his body like a second skin, tight dark blue jeans with a chain adorned his lower half along with white reeboks.

He had a joint perched between his two fingers as his eyes so boldly roamed your figure.

“Thanks,” you acknowledge, as you look down at your ‘hell bent for leather’ cropped tee, and then back up to meet his mischievous smirk. “Yours is sick, too.” You offer in a small but cheerful voice.

“You wanna come smoke with me, pretty girl?” He offers as the mischievous smile grows, like the grinch who stole Christmas.

“Uhh, sure why not?” You shrug, making your way over to the van and taking a seat on the red carpeted floor, your leather mini skirt now hiked up around the very tops of your thighs while your knee high boots hang out the side, resting on the asphalt below you.

“I’m Eddie.” He declares while holding out a heavily ringed hand, you stare it down ogling between his tattoos, black nail polish and badass rings before placing your smaller appendage in his, you firmly shake it with a smile as you tell him your name.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He chuckles before handing you the dwindling joint.

You take a hit while you let your eyes wander around the inside of his van, a small mattress set up with a colorful quilt and two fluffy pillows.

Various magazines of the adult variety scrawled out haphazardly on the floor, a six pack of coors lite sits on the arm rest between the two front seats, breaking the law plays out through the speakers.

Though he’s not the only one, various Judas Priest songs could be heard throughout the stadium's parking lot.

You take another small hit, passing back the now roach sized spliff. Eddie tries to get one more hit out of it, before throwing it to the ground and stepping on it with the toe of his white sneaker.

You begin to stand up with the thought that you may be overstaying your welcome, until Eddie puts a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to go.” The shy look on his face is the total antithesis of his cocky demeanor when he’d first waved you over.

“Oh, okay. I just didn’t want to bother or keep you from anything.” Your response is sheepish and the butterflies in your belly begin fluttering about.

“No baby, you're not keeping me from anything.” He beams.

That damn nickname pulls you in like a moth to a flame.

As you and Eddie grow better acquainted, you realize he has a great sense of humor with an eccentric personality.

You also quickly realize you want him.

Right here in the back of his van.

You scoot your bottom back, making your way into the wagon. The action causes your skirt to roll up further along your thighs, giving Eddie the perfect glimpse of your black panties.

You swing your feet inside and hoist yourself up on your knees, as graceful as possible. Waddling over like a penguin to fling yourself onto the mattress that had your mind wandering.

“Mmm, this is comfy.” You sigh with a smile, as your body burrows deeper into the off white sheets below you.

Eddie stands just outside the door, eyes unable to leave your backside as you cuddle up on his mattress. ‘Was this his lucky day?’ This shit never happens to him, well at least not with women anyway. He had better luck with men.

Thank you Judas Priest, Eddie silently prays to the sky before making his way inside the vehicle to join you.

“Mind if I lay down?” He mumbles, surprising you with his close proximity.

You turn, catching onto the puppy dog eyes he’s giving you; and what you would give to have them looking down at you while he’s working your body to sweet, sweet release.

“No, of course not.” You giggle, the sound makes Eddie twitch in his pants.

He was a sweet boy, you wanted him to fucking ruin you.

You turn to face him, head resting on your palm as you pat the spot beside you.

The sly smirk returns as he lays down on the mattress, mirroring your exact position.

“Shows gonna start in an hour.” He whispers, scooting in closer towards you, the warmth radiating off of his skin is sending your body into a frenzy.

“Mm, so we have enough time?” You sweetly whisper back.

“Enough time for what? Hmm?” Your bodies continue to gravitate together, a pull so strong it was like you were both attached to magnets.

“For this..” you breathily huff before straddling Eddie’s waist, the groan that escapes him makes your eyes roll back, as you begin to grind down on his growing erection.

“Fuck” Eddie hisses as his hands fall to your waist, now controlling your movements and pulling you in deeper.

“That’s exactly what I intend on doing.” The air gets caught in your throat as a small laugh leaves your lips, your clit catching on rough denim fabric, Eddie swears every time you giggle it’s like an angel gets its wings. It’s sweet and soft, just like you.

You lean in closer, soft plump lips meeting yours in a tangle of tongues, it’s hot and desperate as you are for each other.

Eddie moans into your mouth as your movements get more daring, practically bouncing on his clothed lap. His eyes quickly flicker to your tits as they jiggle with each bounce, it’s clear you’re not wearing a bra, and the idea makes Eddie’s mouth water and his cock stiffen. It feels the hardest it's been since he took a dick in his ass for the very first time. He needs to be inside you and he hopes you're willing to give him that, he’ll do anything for it, at this moment. He feels like a desperate idiot; but he is, he really is so fucking desperate for you.

You immediately notice the way Eddie’s eyes have been trained on the perky slopes of your breasts, with an ever growing smirk you take the hem and hike the shirt up and over your head to be discarded on the red carpet of his van.

“Holy shit!” Eddie practically pants, like a dog who’s out of water.

His decorated hands move up from your hips as they begin to tweak at your nipples, nimble fingers rubbing over the double balled jewelry that sits on each hardened peak.

“Fuck, such pretty tits!” He groans “and they’re pierced, Jesus.” Eddie was enthralled, absolutely fucking enthralled by you.

You lean down, planting soft kisses to Eddie’s long, beautiful neck, leaving behind remenits of your red lipstick and spit soaked bruises.

“Mmm…” he hums as you suck and bite at a spot under his ear lobe.

“Please, fuck me.” You breathily murmur into his ear, before you lift yourself back up using his pecs as leverage, eyes meeting his as you gauge his reaction to your plea.

“You sure, baby?” He whispers before leaving a sloppy kiss to your jaw.

“I’m so sure, please Eddie.” The way you moan his name as you beg for him creates something feral inside of Eddie, his eyes now glazed over into something dark, his jaw tightens as he grabs two rough handfuls of your ass, that are now exposed while your skirt sits carelessly on your lower back.

His right hand slowly glides up your body and into your hair, quickly tightening his fingers around the strands at the base of your neck.

“You want my cock, princess?” He challenges through his teeth.

“Yes, mmhmm, so bad!” You insist with a shout, having your hair pulled has always made you drip between your legs.

“Then go on.. take my cock out, you cock hungry little slut.” He growls as his fingers wrap tighter around your hair before quickly pulling his hand away, he gives your ass one hard spank before he’s back to grabbing at the meat.

You make quick work of his handcuff belt, unbuttoning and swiftly pulling down the zipper before dipping your thumbs into the waistband of both his boxers and jeans and peeling them off, leaving both garments to sit around the tops of his knees.

The sight you’re met with causes you to gasp, he has to be at least 9 inches, it was red and throbbing, wetness from his precum already saturating the mushroom tip.

“Like what you see, baby?” He brags with a smirk that could make Satan himself shiver.

“You’re so pretty, every part of you.” You admit as you lick your bottom lip, with hunger in your eyes.

Eddie wraps a ringed hand around the base of his cock, vulgarly slapping the air with it,

“Where do you want it, huh sweetheart?” His grunt made more slick pool from your needy cunt.

Showing is better than telling, so you plant your knees between his thighs, bringing your face mere inches from his pulsing hard sex.

“Holy fuck, are you gonna—” his eyes roll back as your tongue glides up the underside of his cock, before wrapping your lips around his tip. “No girl has ever given me head.” He huffs while throwing his head back.

You let go of his cock with a wet pop, “no one’s ever sucked your dick before?” You scrunch your face up in confusion, there’s no way he’s never been treated to some head, that would be a travesty.

“I have, j-just not by a-a women.” He stutters out in embarrassment, as his face flushes a bright red that travels down his neck.

It takes you a second to understand what he means, “oh” was all you said, before shrugging and getting back to work on his tip.

He smiles down at you, pulling all of your hair out of your face and holding it together in a makeshift ponytail as he gently guides your head up and down on him, until you’re taking him deeper, so deep your nose is now brushing against the curly hairs at his base, you swallow his tip down before you begin rapidly moving and twisting your head as if a women possessed.

“Oh my— whoa, fuck baby!” He keens into the stuffy air of the van, “your mouth feels so fucking good!” He begins rapidly pumping his hips up, fucking your throat as spit strings fall to his balls, you reach a hand out and begin massaging them, making him growl in pleasure.

“Okay baby, okay angel please, please stop.” Eddie whimpers as he pulls you off of his cock, the spit on your lips remains connected to Eddie’s tip.

He rubs over the messy swollen flesh with the pad of his thumb, as he hums in satisfaction.

“All fours, now.” He commands before shifting up and onto his knees, you crawl further up the mattress, finally laying your head against the sheets that were now dampened by his back, you arch your ass up while making sure your stomach was equally lowered, the position causing your ass to stick out more for him.

“Good girl.” He praised before giving your ass another harsh slap. “Let’s get these off of you.” Eddie slides your black thong over your butt and down your legs, slowly pulling them off from around your feet.

He throws your panties towards the front of the driver's seat, the black fabric lands perfectly on his dashboard. “M’keepin’ those.” He chuckles.

You’re so lost in desire, that someone could’ve told you Rob Halford himself was out signing autographs and you wouldn’t have bat an eyelash or made any attempts to move.

“Fuck, look at these pretty holes.” Eddie groans while running the tips of his fingers from your clit up towards your asshole. “You like getting all of your holes filled, princess?” He smirks at the way your body reacts to him and how loud you moan at his words.

Your ‘yes’ is muffled by the mattress, Eddie’s having none of it.

SLAP!

“Speak up!” He grumbles, before taking both cheeks roughly in his hands and spreading them.

“Yes! I love it!” Your wail has Eddie’s smirk growing more devilish

“I know you do.” He mocks as his middle finger teases your entrance, he causes your body to writhe and groan in desperation by slipping just the tip of his finger in and out of your aching hole.

Finally after all of his teasing, he slips his full finger inside, pumping in and out at a splitting speed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He gasps while resting his head on your backside as he still works you with his finger, finally slipping another one in and scissoring them in an attempt to stretch you out.

He hasn’t even fucked you, yet you’re still an incoherent mess as slobber begins to pool on the sheets below your face.

His head starts to slowly move closer to where you’re spread, you gasp and wiggle when you feel his wet tongue slowly lick over your puckered hole.

“Oh fuck!” You blubber, the action making you clench around Eddie’s fingers.

“Mm, oh you like getting your asshole licked?” He scoffs in a teasing tone “it feels good, doesn’t it?”

All you can do is nod and sob into his cheap cologne smelling sheets.

Slowly slipping his fingers out as he moves in closer, replacing his digits with his throbbing cock.

“You ready, princess?” He surveys as he runs his calloused hands up and down your back, gently rubbing at your soft skin.

“Mmhm, I’m ready.” You consent while lifting your head to get a good look at him as he slides into you.

His tip begins breaching your entrance as your eyes remain locked on each other, you and Eddie’s brows are both furrowed and jaws slack as he pushes in deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” Eddie growls as he continues to stretch you out. If he were to die in this very moment, he would die a happy man, the way your pussy is squeezing and choking him; he’s fucked tight assholes, but never a pussy this tight and he thinks it might be his new favorite thing, the way you get so effortlessly wet and the ridges on your walls that stimulate his cock so sensationally. The weed makes his mind go to some weird places; maybe I found some kind of holy grail pussy? He shakes his head of the weird thoughts beginning to plague his mind.

“Yes, right there!” Your screeching brings him back down to this dimension, making him drive deeper and pound harder into you, hitting that spongy spot over and over until you’re shaking underneath him, knees almost buckling at the intense pleasure that is now conquering your body. His fingers are pressed so deep into the skin of your upper thighs, that you’re positive they’ll be bruised by tomorrow.

“Right there?” Eddie mockingly smirks as he hits it over and over with his tip, “that your spot, baby?”

Your “mmhmm” comes out so whiny and desperate, he knew you were close and so was he but he needed to see you fall apart first.

Eddie quickly brings his thumb up to his lips, the calloused finger dipping into his mouth as he sucks, getting it all nice and wet before you feel it prodding your unused hole, he begins thrusting faster as his digit reaches the second knuckle. “Oh my god, you have the tightest fucking holes.” He sounds so out of breath and fucked out by this point, his loud groans, filthy words and extra finger are making you reach that peak of toe curling completion at a hurdling speed.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whine as you begin to back up into his thrusts, making his cock and finger hit deeper depths.

“Yes, cum for me baby.” He urges as he’s on the precipice of his own high.

“Yes, yes…” you babble as your body tenses, uncontrollably shaking as you come undone, Eddie’s thumb continues to work your asshole, while he fucks you through the most intense orgasm you’ll probably ever have.

“I-I’m coming baby, fuck!” Eddie shouts before he pulls himself out of your tight heat, hand maniacally working his cock until his warm seed spurts into your stretched out asshole.

“Holy shit!” He groans while his body falls over yours, you both begin to laugh until you hear someone pound their fist on the side of the van.

“Hey, Eddie—” you gasp at the disturbance, eyes going wide when you catch a glance at the metalhead, “the show's about to start man, everyone’s lining up at the door!” The raspy masculine voice calls out again, before you’re left in silence.

You and Eddie begin frantically getting dressed in hopes to get a good spot in line.

Once out into the fresh summer air, Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, “you wanna watch the show with us, princess?” He proposes with a sweet grin, while lighting a cigarette.

You were right, a Judas Priest concert was the perfect place to make new friends.

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iwashie · 11 months

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“𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮…” (𝟏𝟔+) | BLLK

📌 michael kaiser, isagi yoichi, barou shoei, karasu tabito, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, eita otoya

︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶ synopsis: telling some of the bllk men you need them

･ﾟﾟ･｡　warnings- mdni, nsfw content, established relationship, pro player(20+), f!reader.

𑄹 kaiser. You two were on the street, strolling somewhere in Italy, that he insisted on taking you. When he finally stopped walking, interested in the things they sold at the market stall, you approached him, resting your head on his shoulder, “I need you.” He mumbled something, still interested in the object, “Kaiser, I need you!” you whimpered and he looked at you, an eyebrow raised, “like...?” he made that look and you agreed, whispering in his ear “now”. He shivered, running an arm around your waist. “why didn’t you say it before?” he grumbled, pulling you down the street, returning as quickly as possible to the hotel.

𑄹 isagi. You two were lying on the couch watching a movie, him lying on top of you, getting strokes in his hair. “Yoichi, I need you,” you said, hoping he would understand. “how so?” he asked, still focused on the movie. “I need you” you repeated, changing your tone and yet he didn’t understand, leaning on his elbows to face you with a raised eyebrow, “Isagi Yoichi. I. Need. You. Now.” You said, holding his face and pointing down with your gaze. It took a while, but he understood- widening his eyes, his mouth on an “o” and the tip of his ears red. “Like that…?” he leaned in, lips almost glued to his, “yes, now!” you pulled him in, feeling his hand slide down your waist into the blouse, saying, “Yoichi to the rescue.”

𑄹barou. You were home alone. He had gone shopping and there was nothing for you to do. Empty head is the devil’s workshop and soon you felt a heat spreading through your body, gathering in the middle of your legs. Damn, you need your boyfriend. Squeezing your legs, you had the brilliant idea to put on his jersey and take a picture. ‘I need you’ ‘shopping’ ‘but I need you, now...’ ‘You’ll have to wait, baby’ you smiled mischievously as you read the message, ‘Barou shoei, I need you, now!’ sending the photo right after. The answer is a simple ‘5 min’. Soon you heard the front door slamming and his heavy footsteps into the bedroom, it didn’t take long for him to be in the middle of your legs, kissing you hard as one hand squeezed your thigh and the other lifted the jersey, “I want to keep it,” his eyes sparkled, kissing you again.

𑄹tabito. He was about to hang out with his friends, it had been a while since he’d seen the Blue Lock guys, but it was almost impossible not to have other plans when you saw him getting dressed, the jeans grabbing his thick thighs, his round ass... Oh, you needed him. He turned as he felt what you threw at him, eyes sliding from you lying in the middle of the bed to the piece of clothing on the floor. He raised an eyebrow, lifting the red panties you threw at him. “I need you.” You opened a crack between your legs, showing that you were without the piece of clothing that was in his hand. He smiled sheepishly, looking at you and your panties, meandering to the edge of the bed, “if you need me that badly...” in a matter of minutes, the clothes he wore were on the floor.

𑄹nagi. It had been hours since he’d been lying on the couch, eyes glued to his phone screen, fingers moving nimbly and the sounds of gunfire coming out of the phone. It was inevitable to miss your boyfriend after so long apart, but he paid no attention to you. “Nagi, I need you...” The answer was a humming, and you snorted, annoyed. Extreme situations require extreme measures. You removed your blouse and threw it in his face. “But- What was-” the question died in his throat as he looked at you. His eyes alternating between the screen of the phone and you standing with your arms akimbo, showing your breasts. “I need you, Nagi Seishiro.” He knew he was serious because of the full name. Nagi looked again at the phone screen and, to your luck and his misfortune, he lost the game. He sighed, putting his phone aside, “I lost... could you comfort me?” he tapped his thighs as you reached over and sat on his thick thighs.

𑄹reo. You had the night all planned, but your boyfriend had other plans, or rather, his family had other plans. “But, Reo, I need you.” he held your face, kissing your forehead. “I really need to go, love.” You stared at him, arms crossed below your chests, “I promise to come back soon,” he turned around, putting on his shoes. “Are you sure you want to go?” you removed your robe, showing that you were wearing his favorite nightgown, which also meant that the night would be long. He swallowed dryly, his eyes glued to you, until he grunted, removing his shoes and pushing you around the house. “They can wait for another day,” he said against your neck and you smiled victoriously, guiding him into the bedroom.

𑄹rin. He was busy on the phone, probably someone from work or family, but you didn’t care, your needs came first. You cleared your throat, drawing his attention, who raised his eyes to you, stopping speaking immediately, mouth open and eyes wide. You bit the smile and made a slow turn, showing that you were wearing the lingerie he had chosen, and whispered a ‘I need you now’ and pointed with your head to the bedroom, just leaving the room. He followed you with his gaze, still quiet, the person on the other end asking if he was okay, “a matter came up and I need to resolve urgently,” he hung up, tossing his phone aside and heading into the bedroom, finding you sitting on the bed, legs crossed and a sly smile on your face.

𑄹otoya. When he wasn’t busy with football, he was busy with his hobby—music production. You nudged his shoulder three times before he pulled the headset away and looked at you. “I need you”. He pointed to the computer screen, saying, “I’m still busy,” “No. You didn’t get it.” you turned the chair to you, showing that you were wearing his jersey and tiny panties. “I need you.” His eyes sparkled as he took off his phone, soon pulling you into his lap. “That sounds urgent, sweetie.”

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anemptypuddingcup · 16 days

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Seeing his double.

Trafalgar Law x Female Reader Rewrite.

Seeing Double. Original Fic; Trafalgar Law.

Really wanted to rewrite this old fic of mine and give it a bit more backstory and extra elements or longer writing which is what the original didn’t have.

If you guys would love to see me rewrite any of my old fics, please suggest which one you’d like to see rewritten. Until then, I’ll be rewriting fics that I feel needs to be rewritten.

Contains: Two Trafalgar Laws. Law was split in two by a devil fruit power. Oral. Pussy eating. Fingering. Double penetration. Sandwiching. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Overstimulation. A very sticky fic. Just a fic full of porn. This fulfilled my craving for Law but also made it worse. A bit confused at some points but I’ve highlighted which law is talking. Blue is the original Law while Yellow is the doppelgänger.

Your door slowly creaks open and Law peeks inside before a sweet smile slowly began to spread across his face. “She’s so cute when she’s asleep…” He sighed out, his head turning around to face…himself. His doppelgänger smiles to him and he slowly walked past him and into your room while he followed, a grin plastered across his face.

“How do you think she’ll react when she see’s the two of us together?” Law asked, his smirk growing mischievous as he slowly peeled the blankets off of your pretty frame. “I’m sure she’s gonna wonder if she’s dreaming or not. Sleepy girl~” They both stared at you for a moment, watching as your body rose and lowered with every breath. He gaze to each out her before smiling wider and climbing onto your bed, their weight sinking beneath the both of them as they scooting in close to you.

“Fuck…She’s so fucking beautiful. What’re we gonna do with her?” He asked, turning over to himself while the other one gives him a mischievous little look in his eyes. “We’re gonna give her the night of her life. I want her to enjoy her first time.”

“Are we using Haki on her?”

“Nah, we gotta be delicate and gentle with her on her first time.

…

A soft little groan leaves your lips as you felt a pair of large hands against your thighs, their grip growing tighter against the soft flesh of your thighs while they watched you slowly open your eyes. “M-Mhh?~” You groaned out sleepily and began rubbing your eyes before you turned your head over to your beloved boyfriend, your body unconsciously propping itself up on your elbows as you sleepily blinked in and out of consciousness.

“________-Ya~ Wake up princess~”

“Wake up baby girl~”

You hear him say, a little chuckle leaving him as he crawls up closer to you. “Mmh…Traffy? Why did you say something twice…?” You rub the grogginess out of your eyes and slowly rolled over to turn on your lamp. You weakly reach out and flip the switch on, a mewl leaving you as you turned back over to your boyfriend.

You eyes widens as you see…two of your beloved boyfriend. “T-Traffy? E-Eh- W-What…?” You say with questionable shock, staring and watching as they both looked at each other and then back towards you and your beautiful frame.

The first Law waves to you while the other one crawls over behind you. “A little accident happened so now I have a doppelgänger for the time being~ Maybe it’s a little gift for you~” He whispers to you, his hand cupping and squeezing your face while you grew flustered from his touch. “Mmmgh…” You responded, your face turning a deep shade of red as you stared deep into his eyes.

The other Law crawls over to you and presses his body up against yours, his hands caressing and touching at your precious skin while you mewl out suddenly.

“You’re so soft and cute~” He whispers to you before he slowly presses his lips against yours, a groan leaving him as he adored the softness of your lips against his. You sigh out shakily as you feel Law grope your breasts behind you, your arms wrapping around Law in front of you as he held on softly to your head.

“God, is that how we look when we make out?~” Law asked, watching as both you and his doppelgänger made out in front of him. Law pulls away from your lips and he hums out while you trembled in his hands breathing heavily. “She’s so irresistible~ I see why we love her~” He mewled out, pulling away from you as he sits down in from of you.

He watched as his original counterpart fondled with one of your breasts, his other hand trailing down between your thighs and reaching over for your clit. He lifts his head to his doppelgänger and smiles to him.

“Wanna watch?~ She’s so hot when she’s flustered~” He asks, looking over to his doppelgänger before looking down at you. He nods in response and scoots in closer to you, watching as his hand teased at your pussy while you moan out all sweetly.

You gasp out shakily and rest your head against his chest, your body growing hot as you stared at the Law sitting in front of you. His eyes were staring down at his original counterpart’s fingers running along your slit, a heavy sigh leaving him as he watched.

“T-Traffy~” You whimpered, turning your head away in embarrassment as you mewl out at the feeling of his fingers trailing along your slit. Law looks down at you and smiles before giving you an adoring smooch against your temple. “Don’t go shy on us baby~ It’s only me~” He says to you, huffing out shakily as his cock begins to grow hard from feeling your pussy against his fingers.

You watched as Law suckled on his fingers before he’d move them down towards your cunt again, staring into your eyes as he slowly inserts his fingers past your tight and warm entrance. You moan out lengthily and huff out as he carefully began thrusting his fingers in and out of your sticky hole. “Ohh~ Oh fuck~ T-Traffy~” You mewled out, your brows furling as you felt his fingertips kiss at your sweet bundle of nerves so suddenly.

Law’s doppelgänger slides his hands into his boxers, a heavy and strained groan leaving him as he pulled his length from his restraints and began stroking his cock. “Oi, look at me darlin’~” He demanded you so sweetly, gaining your attention before you’d immediately look down between his legs to stare at his cock. You sigh out shakily as you watched him pump his cock, his hand stroking his shaft at the same pace Law was fucking you with his fingers.

“Watch me stroke my dick to you~ I want you to look and imagine that his fingers are my thick and long cock deep inside of your pussy~” He whispered to you, scooting in closer to you while you mewl out shakily in response.

Law hisses out behind you and begins pumping his fingers faster inside of you, his other hand reaching around and playing at your clit while the other Law began to stroke his cock a bit faster with a few heavy groans.

You moan out all sweetly and slowly began rolling your hips up into his hand, your walls tightening tight around his digits while you watched Law’s hand stroke his cock faster. Law bites his bottom lip and moans out, propping himself up on his other hand while he began thrusting his hips up into his hand.

“Fuck~ I bet your pussy feels so fucking good~ I just know it’s gonna suffocate my dick once I fuck the shit out of you~” He moans out to you, his words making you shudder with excitement and causing you to tighten and suck Traffy’s fingers deeper into your pussy.

“God, you two are gonna make me cum~ Can’t you feel how hard I am against your back baby?~” Law whispers to you, his hips grinding up against your back and making you whine out shakily. You mewl out loudly and arch your back, a hot yet tight feeling growing at the pit of your tummy as you grew more vocal for the both of them.

“Oh god, I-I’m g-gonna burst! I-I’m so close Traffyy~” You moan out, your face curling and scrunching up in arousal as your toes began to curl. “F-Fuck yes~ You wanna feel me cummin’ on your pussy? You want me to cum on this fat fuckin’ pussy of yours yeah?~” Law asked you, scooting in closer to you as before he began stroking his cock just a bit faster.

“Oh fuck~ Cum on her pussy! Please fucking do it!” Law growls out, his hand gripping your inner thigh and spreading your thighs open wider before he shoved his fingers deep inside of your pussy, nudging against your g-spot a bit hard. You gasp out and grip his forearm tightly, your moans now more angelic and loud while the sticky sounds of your pussy grew sloppier.

Law’s brows began to furl and he groans out heavily while he thrust his hips into the air and into his hand. “Fuck- F-Fuck I-I’m cumming!~” He hissed out, his hand gripping and stroking his cock a bit faster to squeeze out his orgasm while his eyes began to cross a bit. “Oooh! M’cumming!~ Oh god!” You gasp out heavily and threw your head back whilst biting your lip tightly, a heavy moan leaving your lips as you squirt out onto sheets and get just a bit of cum into Law’s thigh.

Law groans out shakily and cums out onto your slit, a little moan leaving him before he began to breathe heavily in exhaustion and arousal. Law removed his fingers from your pussy behind you and bites his bottom lip, a little moan leaving him as he watched both you and his doppelgänger cum onto each other.

Law presses his lips against yours, giving you a sticky and sloppy kiss while he continues to stroke his cock just to ride out his high. “Fuck me, you’re so fuckin’ cute~ Kiss me more you fuckin’ cutie~” He mewls out to you, his eyes looking down into yours while he watched you sit up. You grabbed his face and pulled him back into your lips, your tongue intertwining and raveling along with his while he moans out in ecstasy.

He slowly pulls away and moans out, nuzzling his nose against yours before he’d pull away fully and looked up at his original counterpart. “Holy fuck, that was so fucking hot~ I’m so fucking hard right now~” He sighs out heavily, his body scooting back from yours before you slowly sat up from his chest.

Law’s doppelgänger lied down beside him, a heavy sigh leaving him as he lied there with his still hardened cock prodding up in the air.

You mewl out shakily in sensitivity before turning over to them, staring down at the imprint of Law’s thick and hardened cock sticking out through his boxers before looking back over to his doppelgänger. You blushed deeply and sighed out, watching as both Laws peered to you before giggling.

“Mind sucking me off baby girl?~” He asked you, his words making you hum out while your face grew hot. You nodded and slowly got down onto your tummy, a little hum leaving Law as he felt your breasts push up against his thighs.

You pull at the waistband of his boxers before sliding them down, watching as his cock pops up while he hissed out shakily. You press you lips against his tip before taking his length down your throat, a moan leaving you while Law moans out in ecstasy. You reach your hand over to the other Law, your soft and smaller hand gripping his cock and stroking it for him.

The both of them props up onto their elbows and they watched as you took one of their length deep down your throat and stroked the other. Your eyes began tear up and you gagged a bit before trying again shortly after, a little chuckle leaving them both as they watched you. “There’s no rush sweetness, take your time.” Law presses his hand against your head, caressing and combing his fingers through your strands while you hum out in response.

A sigh left him as he watched you, your face all adorable for both him and his doppelgänger. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock like this~” He moans out, a heavy sigh leaving him as you began to bob your head just a bit more for him before pulling away and removing his cock from your throat. You coughed just a bit before looking back up to him with tears running down your face, his hand rubbing your head while you pouted up at him.

Both of the Laws caresses your temple before holding their cocks up to you, wanting you to try and take both of their dicks into your mouth. You moan out and open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out to them while they presses their tips against your tongue. You hold on to their cocks and suckled on their tips, a moan leaving you as you yearned to feel them down your throat.

They both looked to each and then back down to you.

“You can suck his cock since he hasn’t had a chance to cum yet~” Law says to you, pointing to his original while he began to jerk his cock in his hand again.

You looked over to Law and he cups your face and watched as you open your mouth for him. He slowly slides his length deep down your throat, groaning out shakily as he began to thrust and fuck into your throat. He held your head still while he thrusted his hips up against your face, watching as you took his length deep down your throat repeatedly while he moans out to you.

“Ahhh~ Fuckk~ Such a good fucking baby girl~ Keep sucking my dick just like that~” He groans out, his body slowly getting down and lying back onto his back while he watched you bob your head up and down. You moan out against his length, your pussy tightening while you felt his tip kissing the back of your throat.

Law hisses out shakily and threw his head back, a moan leaving him a s he could already feel himself wanting to cum deep down your throat. “Fuck I feel myself about to cum already~” He gasps out, biting his bottom lip while his hand had stayed pressed against your temple.

Law’s doppelgänger moans out shakily as he watched you suck Law’s cock, a moan leaving him as he felt his cock twitching in his hand again. Law’s cock twitches along your tongue and you moan out and begin gripping his hips tightly. Law fucked his hips up into your mouth, a moan leaving him as he felt himself ready to cum deep down your throat.

“Oh baby doll~ M’gonna cum~” He moans, his eyes shutting tightly as he began throwing his head back from the pleasure. You mewl out and look up at him, your eyes begging for him to just coat your tongue and shoot his seed deep down your throat. Law’s doppelgänger sighs out and moans out shakily, his hand moving a bit faster as he watched you take Law’s shaft so wonderfully.

“Fuck~ Fuck yeah!~ F-Fuck!-“ Law groans out heavily and grips your strands, holding your head in place as he shoots his seed down your throat. You moan out and your eyes roll out in ecstasy, enjoying the feeling of his warm and thick seed going down. He sighs out exhaustively and slowly moves his hand away from you allowing you to lift your head and cough before swallowing and remaining seeing lingering on your tongue.

You sigh out heavily to them, your cunt dripping and leaking so much of your slick out onto your sheets. Law’s doppelgänger sighs out before sitting up, edging himself as he watched you lie back with your sticky slick coating your inner thighs.

“Fuck that turned me on even more~ You’re soaking from sucking his dick aren’t you baby?~” He hums out, moving over to you and peppering a little kiss on your cheek. You nodded in response and spread your legs open a bit before playing at your pussy in arousal. “M-Mhmm…M-My pussy’s craving m-more of you two…T-Traffy…” You sighed out all needily, your fingers circling your clitoris while you watched Law slowly sit up.

“Y’hear that right?” Law looks back to him and smiles, watching as the original shoots up in excitement and crawls over to you. You watched as Law grabs your arms and pulls you up into his embrace, a heavy sigh leaving him as his bare cock kissed your pussy. “Does this- Does this mean you’re ready to…?” He asked you, his words trailing off while his golden eyes stared deep into yours. You blushed and flutter your lashes to him.

“Y-Yes~ I-I’m ready Traffy~ I-I need you both to take me~ Won’t you please?~” You asked them both, giving them a little pout while they both smiled to you in excitement.

“Of course we can.”

They say in unison, biting their lips while their hands gripped your hips tightly. They both press up against your body, their heavy yet warm bodies giving you a sense of comfort yet flustering you even more. “Oi, did ya bring any lube for her?” Law asked, staring at his original while his hands circled at against your hips lovingly. Laws eyes widens in realization before he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Fuck I forgot…” He sighs out, cursing himself for forgetting the one important thing he genuinely needed for you. Law shrugs and chuckles before lying your body down and pulling your ass closer to him, his hands spreading your ass open while you help out anxiously.

“Have any lube princess?” He asks you, his eyes flickered down to you before he stared back to your ass. You grew flustered at his words but nodded, pointing over to your nightstand. “I-In the drawer.” You responded, watching as the original reaches over to nightstand before gripping the handle to your drawer.

He slowly pulls a bottle from the drawer and throws it over to his doppelgänger before he’d shut the drawer. His doppelgänger catches the bottle and immediately opens it, his hand keeping you spread open before he pours some out onto you rear entrance. You jolt harshly and gasp out at the freezing temperature, your body trembling while he rubbed the lube in.

You felt him slowly slide two digits into your rear entrance, making you mewl shakily yet suddenly while Law watched. You blush deeply and shuddered as you felt the lube run down along your ass, an aroused sigh leaving your lips as you felt his fingers run along deep inside of you against your velvet walls. “I’m sure this is fine~ Just do the same for her pussy for extra measure.” He chuckled, removing his fingers from your backside while you sigh out shakily. He pulls you up and holds on to your thighs, his hands spreading your legs open for Law.

Law pours some out onto your pussy and you shuddered at the feeling of his fingers lubing up your slit while his doppelgänger peppered smooches against your neck. Both of them pressed their cocks up against both your entrances and you shudder in their grasp out of slight nervousness. The soft slid their lengths against you before sighing out, their cocks warm and sticky against you.

“It’s okay baby.”

“We’re gonna be gentle.”

They say sweetly, giving you adoring little smooches before they held you still in their grasp. They slowly begin sliding inside of you together, a heavy gasp leaving your lips as you clench your hands tight around your sheets in slight pain. Law’s cock had tore your hymen, causing you to you bleed out onto his length while he continued to slide into you. “F-Fuck~ Ahh~” You mewl out, your toes curling as the feeling of them sliding into you gave slight pleasure.

Both of them take it extremely slow for you, making sure you could endure the pain and take their dicks deep inside of your entrances. Groans left them both as you tightened around both of their lengths, sucking them in and pulling them deep inside of you. They slowly bottom out inside of you and stopped, giving you a few moments to adjust around them before anything else.

“God you’re so tight baby~” Law grows out, pressing his lips against yours and giving you a deep and loving kiss while you mewled out into the kiss. “Mmgh~ Y-You’re kissing my cervix~ B-Both of you are so deep inside of me~” You whined, sighing out shakily while they moan out in response.

They both slowly begin sliding their cocks in and out of your front and rear entrance, a moan leaving you as you felt Law’s cock smooching your bundle of nerves while Law’s doppelgänger went deep inside of your ass.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good, your pussy is just as I imagined it~” Law moans out, his brows furrowing as your pussy enveloped his cock so wonderful. “Your ass sucking me in so easily~ God your body is so perfect for us~” He groans out shakily, hissing out as he begins thrusting up into your ass a bit faster. You hum out all sweetly and pulled them closer to you, moaning out oh so cutely while they fucked you so lovingly.

You press your lips against Law’s, kissing him deeply and mewling out into the kiss while he fucked your pussy. Law behind you slides his tongue against the back of your neck, smooching and suckling at the skin of your neck while he continued to fuck your ass so needily.

“F-Feels so good!~ Y-You both feel so good inside of me~” You whine out, holding on tight to Law while their thrusts grew faster against you. The bed had began to rock a bit hard as their thrusts grew harsher, squeezing you between their bodies while you threw your head back and moan out so shakily.

Both Laws continued to kiss at your body, huffing out heavily while the sound of their hips slapping against your harder. Law trailed his lips down your chest and begins suckling and biting at one of your breasts, making you whine out before you run your fingers through his strands. “Fuck she’s just feels like heaven~ I feel like I’m gonna cum soon~” Law hums out shakily, your velvety wall massaging his shaft so wonderfully yet sucking him in so deep.

“Her ass feels so good~ It’s so tight and warm inside~ I-I fucking adore it so much~” Law gasps out, his cock going deeper into you ass and making you gasp out.

“O-Oh~ Y-You both make me feel s’fuckin’ good~ P-Please keep fucking me like this!~” You begged shakily, holding on tight to Law and pulling him closer to you. Law sighs out heavily and presses a smooch to your lips before groaning out.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum~ I-I have to pull out~” Law groans out, shoving both you and Law down onto your back while he fucks your pussy with more intensity. “F-Fuck!~” Law’s doppelgänger gasps out heavily as you sink down a bit farther into his cock, his hands gripping your hips tight while he hissed out.

You moan out loudly and shut your eyes tightly, holding on tight to Law’s shoulders as his cock kissed your cervix so deeply. Law’s arms wrapped tightly around your smaller frame as he felt you close, his hips continuing to thrust up into your ass while he watched his original fuck your pussy into oblivion.

“Fuck! Fuck m’cumming!~” Law groans out and quickly pulls out of you, his hand jerking his cock before he moans out and releases out onto your tummy with a heavy groan. Law’s doppelgänger continued to fuck up into your ass, a groan leaving him while the original lied back for a moment to relax.

“M’cummin~ I’m gonna fill up your ass baby girl~” He hisses out, thrusting his hips harder up into you while you whine out in response. His hands pulled your knees up to your chest and he thrusts into you faster, a loud moan leaving you as you threw your head back and arch your back against him. “Oh!~ I’m c-cumming!~” You gasp out, arching your back while your toes curled tightly from the pleasure.

Law groans out loudly and slams his hips against your ass a final time, cumming deep into your ass and causing you to gasp out and squirt all over the sheets again. You cry out and trembled against his larger frame, your eyes brewing up with hot tears as you struggled to handle your orgasm.

Law sighs out heavily and slowly pulls out of your ass, a satisfied sigh leaving him as lied there and sighed out in exhaustion. You sigh out shakily and turned over to original, watching as he moves in close to you and buries his head between his your thighs.

“T-Traffy? What’re you doing?~” You ask to him but gasp out abruptly, feeling him press his lips against your pussy which causes you to moan out shakily.

“N-No more!~ I-I just came!” You whined out, your body trembling while Law gripped your inner thighs and held them open. Law trailed his tongue along his lips and begins lapping at your slit, your cum giving it a sweet yet bitter taste of your cum alongside the slight taste of iron. You whine out shakily and gasp out, your pussy too sensitive and overstimulated for you to endure for so long.

Law watched his original lap at your slit, suckling up your juices and over-pleasuring your cunt with unneeded stimulation.

“P-Please Traffyyyy!~ I-I’m gonna cum again if y-you keep g-going!~” You whines out, your tears running down your face as he continues to eat out your pussy so lovingly. He growls out and swirls his tongue along your clit before moving down to your sticky hole, sliding his tongue past your entrance and overstimulating your sensitive velvety walls.

His tongue nudges your g-spot, making you gasp out and whine out while you felt your lower tummy growing sore. “M-M’gonna cum again! P-Please! T-Traffy!~” You pleaded, arching your back and gripping Law’s strands while he gripped your thighs. “Cum baby~ Cum on daddy’s tongue~ I wanna fuckin’ taste you~” He groans out, sticking his tongue out to you and sliding it along your slit once again.

You whine out and wiggle your hips weakly before moaning out exhaustively, your pussy creaming on Law’s tongue while he moans out in satisfaction. He finally pulls away from you and huffs out, giving you a loving little kiss while you breathed heavily. Law slowly spreads your ass open and watched his doppelgänger’s cum spilled out of you, your body trembling with overstimulation while you lied there breathing heavily.

“God that was so fucking hot~ How was that for your first time?” He asked, staring down into your now sleepy eyes. “F-Felt…s’good~ I-I loved it so much~” You moaned out to him in response, a yawn leaving your lips as you struggled to stay awake. Both of the Laws press a smooch against your cheeks before pulling the blankets back onto your body, their bodies cuddling up and moving in closer against yours to keep you warm and to give you comfort.

“Get some rest my princess~” Law whispers to you, lying beside you as he stared down at your sleeping expression. Him and his original look to each other before the both laugh, happy to finally help take your virginity and make you feel so good in the process.

“I love you guys so much…” You whispered out to them sleepily, your works making them both smile widely.

“We love you too.”

They say in unison once again, their words being the last thing you heard before you fell asleep.

They both watched as you fell back asleep, your expression just as cute as it was before. “She’s such an angel~ Can’t I stay around longer to witness how she is originally in your daily lives?~” Law asked his original, his hand propping up his head while he stared at the original. “If I can find out how that dude’s devil fruit works, I might be able to work something out for both you and me. Might be some medicines out there to support the power itself.” He replies, his hand playing at your hair while his doppelgänger chuckles.

“I don’t have much longer left before I disappear so, I guess I’ll be hanging until then.”

“That’s cool with me, maybe we could make love with her for you one more time before you disappear.”

“God, please do~ I enjoyed watching you two but I don’t mind doing the fucking either. Do you think I can fuck her pussy next time?”

“Yeah, I took her first so, I’m fine with it. You’re me and I’m you so I guess it wouldn’t matter afterwards.”

They both smiled before moving in closer to your body and wrapping their arms around you, keeping you nestled within their embrace before they both fell asleep afterward.

#puddingcuprewrites #puddingcupfics #dividers -> cafekitsune #one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece trafalgar law #op trafalgar law #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law fluff #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x female reader #trafalgar law x reader

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yoonia · 5 months

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Jimin fic recommendations??

Hmmm…I’m afraid I haven’t been reading a lot of Jimin’s fics lately. Below are the list of JImin’s fics I’ve read and loved (fyi, some of them are old ones):

Wrapped Around (ft. Taehyung) by @jjkfire

under the spell of a demon’s touch by @jeonggukingdom

Mischievous Maintenance by @dark-muse-iris

please, lie to me by @ressjeon

Warm Hands (Ice Cold Heart) (ft. Jungkook) by @hobidreams

Erised by @jamaisjoons

Raise the Barre by @kpopfanfictrash

The Devil in his Details by @johobi

Body Cry by @randombtsprincessa

Everything by @kpopfanfictrash

Letters from my Lovers by @yeoldontknow

Ere by @yeoldontknow

the blue notebooks by @inktae

Some Jimin fics from my extended to-read list:

Lose Your Head by @jessikahathaway

Love As Soft As a Distant Star by @vyduan

Destined with You by @borathae

Living Dead Boy by @caelesjjk

Desperate by @ressjeon

The Bird Cage by @untaemedqueen

Honey, I’m Home by @yoongsgguktae

Honorable mentions — personal faves from my own masterlist:

Over Again (my very first series!)

Never Falling & the rest of the Falling trilogy

Strip!

Blood Moon Rising

#💌 for dia #mysteriouslybluegoatee #fic rec #jimin fanfic

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orobaxis · 1 year

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melting under blue skies (belting out sunlight)

ominis gaunt x reader (hogwarts legacy)

summary: you really wanna hold ominis' hand. "coincidentally", anne sallow has somehow dragged herself and her brother away from you and ominis during hogsmeade weekend

reader is not hogwarts legacy mc

word count: 2398

beware of spoilers in the comments/tags/reblogs!

"close your mouth, you're staring again!"

you hmmph, turning to anne sallow who giggles before stuffing her mouth again. you both sit in the great hall, waiting for sebastian and ominis to arrive.

"i wasn't staring," you retort, "i was just relieved that they finally arrived. i thought seb was going to make them late for breakfast again."

the boys finally make their way towards you, sebastian seating himself beside his sister and ominis finding his way by your side. you don't miss the smirk anne gives you behind her goblet when you turn red, blushing profusely. "he very nearly did," ominis sighs, although there was no venom in his voice, "it turns out that it was a good idea to send you both to the great hall early instead of leaving you to starve waiting for him in the common room."

you watch him fiddle with his hands, fingers digging into his palms to massage them. oh, you wonder what his hands must feel like.

"well, i don't hear you complaining," sebastian starts to argue, but stops himself, "actually no, you complained about it all this time, wallowing about making y/n wait."

you almost spit out your drink, but mask it as a cough behind your goblet. the idea of ominis complaining that he doesn't want to make you wait surprises you. you subtly turn your head to look at ominis' face, but like always, you cannot gauge his expression, his face blank.

"anyway," anne inhales, excited to change the subject, "any shops you're excited to go to at hogsmeade?"

it's a hogsmeade weekend, and anne is excited to go to visit shops in the neighbouring village. her brother chatters about going to the owl post to send a letter to his uncle solomon about a book he had forgotten.

ominis, as always, is quiet. he prefers to listen, but ever since getting to know you and the sallow twins, he also does not hesitate to chime in here and there. despite his quiet disposition, you certainly think he's become more engaged with sebastian and anne, now offering his opinions, sassing the sallow boy, and speaking his own mind.

you also started to notice how it's almost the opposite for you.

not that he has started ignoring you, no, not like that. recently, he just seems...reserved. when talking to you, he prefers to speak in a lowered voice, almost whispering. he would nudge you with his shoulder before leaning his face in your direction, asking if you stayed up late to finish your transfiguration homework, or if you dread the next potion class with professor sharp. you also remember how stupid you looked one time when you were certain that ominis gave a little chuckle, before asking, "remember how you gushed about that niffler in our beasts class but the little devil actually emptied sebastian's pockets of all the galleons?" like he was trying to make you laugh. when anne wasn't around, he would find you in the common room, helping you tell stories to other students about seeing merpeople in the water, the two of you smiling when the students would wait there for hours for any sign of merpeople swimming about.

oh, and it certainly didn't help that anne knew of your...infatuation with the gaunt boy.

you're not really certain when anne first noticed. you're not even sure when you first noticed it yourself. but you and anne are best friends, "we're sisters!" she'd say, "i know you like the back of my twin brother's own hand!"

her face was both mischievous and sincere when she told you, "y/n, you fancy ominis!"

after finishing up in potions, almost as though ominis can see the frown on your lips, he turns to you, "is something wrong?"

you purse your lips, trying to ignore how your heart flutters as you watch him tilt his head in curiosity, and shake your head, "no, it's just...we don't have enough mongrel fur to brew an edurus potion for next class."

ominis hums as he nods, "that shouldn't be a problem, y/n," he reassures you. he fiddles with his hands habitually, and you almost feel bad for taking advantage of his blindness to look at him like he hung the moon. "we can pick those up at j pippin's potions this weekend."

you thought about asking him to hold your hand before, whenever you four were up to no good, sneaking around the palace. you wonder if he would have let you.

"we really should learn that spell to clean up our potions station," anne sighs, "every time garreth brews something, he blows things up instead."

"and it's always us who end up getting splashed," sebastian bemoans.

"well, don't you look charming."

you roll your eyes as you watch anne grinning at you through the mirror.

"i look the same as i always was," you tell her.

"hm-mm," she hums at you unconvincingly, "if you only ominis could see you now, am i right?"

"anne!" you cajole her, turning beet red, "stop saying stuff like that!"

"what?" she raises her hands in defense, "i'm just saying you look beautiful, and if i didn't know any better i'd say you were going on a date!"

you ignore her, as well as the butterflies in your stomach at the thought of being on a hogsmeade date with ominis. you heard about couples who go to hogsmeade for dates, going to honeydukes for sweets, steepley and sons for tea and other confectionaries, and snogging in alleyways. but this is not a hogsmeade date, this is just the four of you going to hogsmeade to buy as many candies as you can afford at honeydukes.

turning to your best friend, you frown, "well, what about you? don't tell me you're going to hogsmeade wearing your night clothes!"

anne blinks at you slowly before she shrugs, "i'm not going to hogsmeade unfortunately."

you double take, turning to her in shock, "what do you mean? you were all excited about going to hogsmeade!" she laughs as you gape at her.

"yes, i was excited about it, but i got detention. remember? the duelling?"

you close your eyes in resignation, flashbacks of what happened a few days ago brought you back to when anne and imelda were rough-housing each other and ended up whisking their wands in the hallway--which was not allowed. duelling was only allowed during classes (and in crossed wands duelling club, which you were certain by now was not as inconspicuous as lucan and sebastian insisted).

disappointed by the lack of anne on your trip to hogsmeade, you exit the castle and expected to find the boys hanging out by the fountain. many students are situated there today, enjoying the heat of the sun, while droves are also walking to hogsmeade, and some took the opportunity to play quidditch (you can hear imelda reyes all the way from the quidditch pitch). to your surprise, however, the sallow boy was not there to greet you and complain about anne missing hogsmeade weekend, only--

"ominis?"

you were almost certain he could see you, from the way he stood up from the stone bench even before you finished crossing the lawn to greet him. he is expecting you, you gather, but how does he know that you were walking towards him?

"i didn't wait long, if that's what you're concerned about," he starts, the edges of his lips quirking upwards as he fiddles with his hands again. you look at his hands, then his face, trying to admire it like it was the first time you've seen it.

"and-"

"sebastian had detention," he cuts you off, but not in an unpolite manner. you take the time to admire how carefree, relaxed, and comfortable he looks outside of his uniform, "he got caught trying to sneak into the restricted section again."

your pace was slow and relaxed as you stroll outside the castle grounds. lots of students walk the path going to and from hogsmeade, the sounds of laughter in the air. you try to tell your heart not to do backflips at the absence of ominis' wand in his hand, trusting you enough to guide his way.

"what was he doing there this time?"

"i think he was trying to get back at peeves for locking him in the bathroom the other night."

at the sound of your laugh, ominis smiles.

you think of three different times when you were sure you realized how much you cared for ominis.

it could have been in your first year, when you sat next to him in charms and he would lose (let you win) summoner's court every single time even though you know that he was good at it (you saw him play against sebastian and leander and won). when you confronted him about it, there was an almost smirk in his otherwise blank face, "i like that whooping sound you make when you win."

it could have been when he told you and the sallows, whom he now call his friends, about his past, his family, and his resentment towards them and the dark arts. you didn't think any less of him and you don't now, and you don't think you ever will, but the look on his face seemed like the world was lifted off his shoulders. he began to smile more, make jokes, pass you some confectionaries and tea while you wait for your next class.

or it could have been that day in hogsmeade-

your hands kept brushing against each other.

you want to blame it on the other students-hogsmeade is too crowded!-making you squeeze through people and making sure that ominis is alright. you didn't want to break off the distance between you two (just to make sure he's alright, of course, nothing else). you two are now walking so close together that you can feel his body heat emanating, and you can smell him up close, and you mutter a quick thanks that he cannot see you because of how red you've become.

ominis let you drag him to j pippin's potions to buy those potions supplies--you tell him you can go there last, but he insists, "it's better to get it out of the way now to leave us free time to visit other shops."

leave us free time to visit other shops. yes, right, you have to focus.

the first time your hand brushed his you recoiled in surprise, hurriedly apologizing. you know that some people value their personal spaces, and it's bad enough that you're almost bumping shoulders with him because of the density of students in the village, you didn't want him to think you are also invading his own bubble.

he chuckles at your apology, but says nothing.

you bring him to tomes and scrolls next, and lets you toddle here and there looking for books to read. you didn't tell him what you were looking for anything in particular, so it surprises ominis when you skip over in front of him (he can almost hear the giddiness in your footsteps).

"did you find a book you want?"

grinning, you nod, "yes, finally! i had to order this, had to wait weeks! good thing it arrived just when we came here."

ominis feels the package being softly pushed against his chest, you standing in front of him almost expectantly, "what?"

"it's for you," you swallow, "i couldn't get you anything on your birthday, but here it is. belated happy birthday!"

you hold your breath as you watch him process what you said, afraid that he'll refuse it. it had been a special order that you had to wait weeks to get, hence why his gift is a bit delayed. you watch his face, the beauty marks on his forehead, his mouth opening (you hope it's not a refusal of your gift), and you realize that ominis is gaping. he is shocked.

"for me?" he asks, chuckling in disbelief. he finally raises his hands to hold it, fingers grazing against yours ever so softly, but you don't flinch this time, nor do you apologize.

patiently waiting as he runs his fingers on the cover of the book, you wait until he finishes reading it.

"bestiarum magicum?"

you nod, grinning proudly, "in braille! it's one of my favourite books, and this version goes in-depth with descriptions of the magical creatures," when he says nothing, you continue, "you seem to like it when i read it aloud so i thought..."

ominis clears his throat, feeling it becoming tighter. you ordered a braille version of your favourite book, the one he would ask you to read because you enjoy it so much and he enjoys listening to you. "i...thank you," he whispers, now giving you a shy grin, one that makes you blush, "i look forward to reading it."

the third time you realized just how much you cared could have been the time you two finally decide to go to the three broomsticks, hungry and eager to rest your feet. the alley is crowded again, and you try to make sure no one bumps into you or ominis, who now carries the book under his arm.

your fingers graze again.

you jolt, moving your hand out of the way and turn to him to apologize, but his head was turned your way, tilted in that same way he does whenever he's curious, and there is a smile on his face.

before you can open your mouth to apologize, you feel it again.

first, the heat.

then his skin.

his fingers touch yours slowly, as if asking for permission.

if ominis can see you, he would see your eyes wide in shock, surprise, cheeks tinted red.

finally, his fingers tangle with you, and his face turns forward, the smile never leaving his face.

he squeezes your hand gently, like saying "is this okay?"

you squeeze back, and shift closer to him that your shoulders touch. "yes, it's okay."

inside the three broomsticks, sirona greets you two. "hello kids, go upstairs, there's people waiting for you, i'll bring the butterbeers right up."

you and ominis are both confused, but his hand doesn't leave yours as you guide him up the stairs.

in one of the tables sat the twins, mischievous and victorious smiles on their faces.

hp phase is back so much i started rereading my fave fanfics on fanfiction.net lmao

49 hours into the game, 55% progress

#hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #hogsmeade

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sissyisawitch · 3 months

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Be My Valentine (Be Mine)

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x f!You

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and Sebastian is all about making you feel your best and giving you everything you need… whatever that may be.

Word Count: ~4.5k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+ explicit sexual content

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!💝

It was past nine p.m., and the night Healer had finally turned up, meaning that your long, exhausting evening on call at St. Mungo's was finally over.

Almost all your colleagues had deserted to spend time with their partners on Valentine's Day. That was how you had found yourself managing an entire department on your own, because you were the only one who had volunteered. Of course, you did not do it for the fun of it – Merlin knows that you too would have preferred to spend the day with your boyfriend – but it was your first few months as a fully trained Healer, and you hoped that volunteering for as many shifts as possible would help you get promoted as quickly as possible. Fortunately, you were lucky enough to have an understanding boyfriend who supported you completely in this process.

Speaking of the devil, you only had one desire... to get home to him and his welcoming arms.

You let out a long, exhausted sigh, then eagerly removed your lime green uniform robes, and disapparated without wasting any more time.

In the blink of an eye, and with a loud crack, you found yourself on the doorstep of you and Sebastian's flat, not far from Diagon Alley. As soon as you arrived, you heard a hurried commotion coming from the other side of the door. Sensing that something was odd, you slowly turned the doorknob.

“Seb?” You called out tentatively. “I’m home.”

And then you stopped dead in your tracks, speechless... Several boxes of chocolates were waiting for you on the table, wrapped in big red ribbons. The whole living room was covered in red, pink and white flower petals. And there were all those candles scattered all around the flat, on all the furniture and windowsills. Their perfume filled the air with a subtle and enchanting fragrance, while their flames danced and flickered. Their gentle yet warm glow brought a soft, intimate illumination to the romantic decor. And in the midst of all this, there was the most important thing...

Sebastian Sallow, your devoted boyfriend, was standing in front of you, greeting you with a breathtaking bouquet of different kinds of roses that formed a vibrant colour palette to match the theme of the special occasion. It was incredibly huge, unlike anything you had ever seen. It was as if its size symbolised the depth of his love, and its flamboyant petals reflected his fierce feelings for you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.” He approached you, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Blushing as red as a poppy, you took the bouquet in your arms and were immediately embraced by the sweet fragrance of the blooms, “Sebastian! You didn’t have to!”

“I have to deserve you, don't I?” He replied, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Oh, shush.” You gave him a playful little smack on the arm. “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. I didn’t get you anything!”

In response, Sebastian wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pressing you against his body, and placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose, “Doesn’t matter because tonight is all about you. I'm yours and at your disposal for your every wish throughout the entire night.”

“Every wish, huh?” You quirked an eyebrow while your smile was slowly replaced by a mischievous smirk. “…So if I tell you my back is sore and I want a massage, you'll do it?”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” Sebastian replied, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his lips to place a loving kiss on it.

Without wasting another second, Sebastian took the bouquet from your hands and placed it more or less delicately on the table beside you. Then, out of the blue, he lifted you in his arms, bridal style, and carried you in the direction of your bedroom with ridiculous ease, as if you weighed less than a feather. You rested your head on his chest, now able to hear his soothing heartbeat, and let him manipulate you to his heart's content.

Through his dress shirt, you could make out the outline of the muscles in his strong arms as they contracted to support your weight. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, allowing you to admire his forearms wrapped around your body, with his tanned skin dotted with freckles, accompanied by a few beauty spots here and there, all enhanced by the prominence of his bulging veins.

Sebastian laid you down on your shared bed, and it was only when you had left the warmth of his arms, missing it dearly, that you snapped out of your admiring reverie. Without saying a word, you watched him carefully kneel on the floor in front of you. He untied your heels and gently removed them, relieving you of their confinement after walking in them all day. He then stood up, towering over you, leading to the inevitable of you internally gushing over how tall he was compared to you. You never took your eyes off him, not even for a second, while he was busy attending to you, something he did often, but that you never got used to. It always sent thousands of butterflies into your stomach, which began to flutter even more intensely when his fingertips pulled the hem of your blouse out of your skirt before gripping it.

For the first time in what seemed like forever to you, his mesmerising and familiar gaze met yours, before he spoke softly, “Can I?”

“Of course.” You breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

His long and deft fingers worked on each of your buttons, one after the other. You could not tell whether he was going slowly on purpose to tease you, or whether your anticipation had altered your perception of time. Nevertheless, he eventually opened your blouse completely and slid it down your shoulders, revealing your almost naked torso to him.

Like magnets irremediably drawn to each other, his rough but warm palms came to rest on your delicate skin. You took in a sharp breath as he traced the outline of your ribs until he reached your back and unhooked your bra, sending it flying into a corner of the room.

His next move surprised you when he pushed you by the shoulders, and forced you to lie on the bed, half-naked under his hungry gaze that never left your breasts and their perked-up nipples, as if he were discovering them for the first time.

If his eyes were locked on a very specific target, his hands, however, had a mission to fulfil. He lifted your hips, hooked his fingers into the waistband of your remaining clothes, and killed three birds with one stone by removing your skirt, tights, and panties all at once, so as not to waste any time, even though his hands still lingered on your arse, then your thighs, to feel your delicious curves.

Now completely exposed to him and at his mercy, his eyes roamed every inch of your body, embedding them in his memory for the umpteenth time. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, but made no move to try and hide yourself, never with Sebastian. You knew he was doing nothing but worshipping you. And anyway, even though his persistent gaze made you blush fiercely, it did not last long, because very soon you were no longer able to see him. He had flipped you onto your stomach.

The bed creaked, and the next sensation you felt was the mattress sinking under his weight, with his legs on either side of you, caging you underneath him. Then you felt the warmth of his torso and the slight tickle of his chest hair against your back. You flinched slightly when his breath surprisingly brushed against your ear. You had not expected him to be so close to you, given that you could see nothing of what he was doing.

“You’ll see, I have magic hands.” He murmured in your ear with a low, husky voice. It sent shivers right down your spine, making you exhale loudly.

Sebastian's skilful hands settled on your upper back and began to work their magic, tracing soothing patterns on your skin. The warmth emanating from his touch, combined with the care and attention he put into every movement, instantly melted away the layers of stress and tension you had built up throughout the day.

His hands seemed to have an intuitive understanding of your body. He effortlessly found the knots and areas of tension, coaxing them to release their grip. The sensation of his long fingers rolling your skin beneath them sent waves of pleasure through your whole body, awakening every nerve ending and igniting a profound sense of relaxation. With every sigh of relief that escaped you, you felt yourself sinking a little deeper into the soft mattress, engulfed in a state of tranquillity that blotted out all the worries and anxieties of the outside world.

However, when his strong hands reached down and began to cross over the small of your back, your serenity was quickly replaced by a much more intense feeling, one that was capable of sending sparks deep into your body and down into your core.

You let out a demanding grunt, before drawling, “Lower, Seb.”

He complied, taking care of your lower back, applying enough pressure to reach deep into your muscles... but it was not what you had in mind.

“Lower…” You repeated needily, sounding almost out of breath.

This time he understood what you really wanted. His large hands travelled even further down to cup your bum, making a keen moan escape your lips. This was Sebastian's cue to continue. He began to massage your arse – which was surprisingly also tense from the stress of your day – and his fingers dug deep into your skin to knead your muscles. You were sure you would have the purplish prints of his fingers tattooed on your skin for the next few days.

You closed your eyes, making the movements of his hands the only thing you perceived. You concentrated on the pleasure they gave you, how loved and pampered they made you feel. It was everything... and yet very soon it was no longer enough.

Still not quite satisfied, you turned round, now lying on your back and able to admire your boyfriend's handsome face, adorned with adorable freckles. Sebastian frowned at you, confused as to what you were doing, wondering if he had done something wrong for you to stop him.

Dying to flatten the crease between his eyebrows, you grabbed one of his hands that had been resting on your waist and brought it to your lips. You started with light pecks on the back of it, and then on each of his fingers, before turning it around to leave open-mouthed kisses on his palm. With heavy lids, you made eye contact with his intrigued gaze, and nuzzled your cheek in his hand.

“Show me what else these magic hands can do.” You asked in a soft voice, playing coy.

Sebastian smiled brightly at your newfound boldness, showing off the tantalising dimple in his left cheek, “You’re not ready for it, darling.”

In response, you let yourself sink further into the mattress, arching your back to give him a better view of the entirety of your naked body beneath him. You gave him complete control over what would happen next. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted with you, to play you like he would a musical instrument.

Sebastian let out a beastly growl before diving on top of you and attacking your neck. He nipped at your skin, pinching it between his front teeth. He stayed like that for a while, as if trying to get a grip on his impulses before letting go. But when he eventually did, Merlin, he made you feel loved and desired.

His lips ventured down your neck at agonising slow pace. His licking and sucking left trails of saliva and marks of different shades of crimson on you. He offered the same ministrations to your collarbones, and then your breasts. You let out all kinds of soft moans and quiet sighs as he played with your stiff nipples between his teeth, but still, you could not help but feel like something was missing…

His hands.

“Seb…” You whined, before continuing. “Your hands. Touch me. Please.”

You felt his lips quirk into a smirk against your breasts, before you felt his amazing hands on you, grabbing your arse and giving it a prompt squeeze.

“Aah!” You gasped out loud, unable to supress your eager reactions after finally being given what you yearned for.

His hands kept exploring the body that he knew like the back of his hand after all those years together, and yet he continued to slowly trace the curves of your hips, waist, ribs, and breasts, taking the time to caress them back and forth, as if trying to memorise even more details about you than he already knew.

As time passed, you spread your thighs more, inviting your boyfriend where you wanted to feel him the most. Sebastian did not have to be told twice before using his index to tease your entrance and slide it up to your clit to separate your lower lips.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He asked playfully, but actually amazed at how wet you already were, with slick dripping down your inner thighs.

All your blood rushed south, leaving your brain inoperative. You were incapable of putting a single word together. The only way you could respond was to nod vigorously, making Sebastian chuckle lowly.

Deciding not to torture you any longer by teasing you further, Sebastian slid two fingers inside you. He relished the ease with which he did so, given how wet you were, making it all the easier for him to appreciate the sensations of his girlfriend’s soft and feverishly warm walls. He curled his fingers inside you, putting pressure on the point he knew made you wail… and wail you did.

Given the angelic expression of pure delight on your features, Sebastian knew that asking you if he made you feel good was pointless. It was not like you would have been able to form a sentence to answer anyway. So he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, trying to coax more of those melodious sounds out of you.

On your part, you could only focus on the way his fingers reached far within you and stretched you the perfect amount. An overwhelming warmth started to pool in your core, making your muscles tighten as they begged for release. Your legs opened up even more, enticing him to take a step further, which he did.

Sebastian pressing the pad of his thumb and rubbing tight circles on your clit was your breaking point. With nothing more than his hands, he was able of giving you sensations you knew no one else would ever be able to give you. With one last thrust of his fingers, your thighs clamped around his wrist as you cried out loud, feeling your walls clench around his fingers before slick dripped out of you.

“Coming with just two fingers?” Sebastian asked smugly, sitting back on his heels to observe your delicious chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath. In the meantime, he had rested his hands on your thighs, caressing invisible patterns on them with his thumb.

“Just wanted to show you how much I love your hands.” You replied quietly, a soft and dreamy smile gracing your lips, as you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“Like I hadn’t noticed.” He smirked, squeezing your thighs.

He brought the hand he had been pleasuring you with to his mouth, and then made a show of licking his slick-covered fingers with the tip of his tongue, making sure to look deep into your eyes the whole time. If your cheeks were not already flushed from your hot activities, you were sure you would have been as red as a beetroot by now.

“Mmh… Sweeter than the chocolate I bought you.” He drawled before moving his hand closer to you encouragingly. “Go on, taste yourself, love.”

Whereas he was expecting a little timid lick, you felt a fiery courage sweep over you, and decided to fully wrap your lips around his fingers, twirling your tongue languorously around them, bobbing your head several times. Sebastian's only visible reaction was his Adam's apple jutting out after he swallowed heavily. What you did not know however, was that, upon watching your obscene actions, Sebastian’s cock twitched in his pants in jealousy, begging to be taken care of too.

“Good girl.” He praised you with a dark tone, as he placed his hand under your chin, tilting your head up in order to make you look up at him. He wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb, before caressing your cheek lovingly.

You seized the occasion to take in his enticing appearance. His cheekbones were tinted a discreet shade of pink, bringing his freckles out. His chocolate eyes were fixed on you and only you, with his pupils blown wide with hunger. However, you could not help but find his appearance… not depraved enough. You wanted to see his hair tousled, his lips swollen from kissing, his skin covered with crescent shapes of your teeth and nails. You needed to make a mess out of him, just like he had done to you.

You sat up and slowly began to unbutton Sebastian's shirt, savouring every inch of his torso as it gradually revealed itself to you, making your heart beat faster. When you had finished with the last button, you looked up, realising that Sebastian had been staring at you the whole time with an intense gaze, curious as to what you were going to do next.

You placed your lips carefully on his as you slid his shirt down his muscular arms. As you did so, you managed to feel the relief of the veins running down his arms, which excited you even more and made you deepen the kiss. Seized by a sudden fiery passion, you grazed his bottom lip between your teeth and began to nibble on it, earning several guttural grunts from Sebastian, which were largely muffled by your lips pressed against his. Nevertheless, you soon became addicted to them, and wanted to hear them louder and clearer.

Your mouth travelled further down, exploring his sharp jawline, then his neck where you lingered for a moment on his pulse point because you could feel his veins pulsing on the tip of your tongue. When you were satisfied with the ruddy mark you had created on his skin, you paused for a few seconds to admire it, feeling an enormous sense of satisfaction, knowing full well that all his colleagues – especially the women – would see this bruise and understand what you had done to him, because he was yours. No one else's but yours.

Sebastian brought you back to reality by grabbing your wrists and pulling you against him. You were now skin to skin, sharing each other's body heat, your breasts were pressed against his chest. If you were close enough for him to feel every detail of your curves, then you could certainly feel his too, and more specifically his arousal pressing into your hip bone.

You were unable to hold back your wide grin, and decided to attempt to conceal it by continuing your delicate ministrations on your boyfriend. As your hands ran up his toned chest before settling on his broad freckled shoulders, your lips got back to marking his skin, and more particularly his collarbones this time. You could taste the bitterness of his perfume, and the subtle saltiness of the sweat accumulated over the day.

A hypnotic moan escaped Sebastian's lips as he threw his head back under your expert touch. Needless to say, this brought the irrepressible throbbing back to your most intimate part.

You slightly pulled away from him, just enough to be able to look him in the eye, and whined his name, “Sebastian…”

“Yes, love?” His husky voice whispered.

“Be my Valentine.”

Sebastian let out a low and deep chuckle, “Darling, I already am. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“That’s not what I meant…” You trailed off, an obvious glimmer of mischief behind your eyes, as you slowly unbuckled his belt.

Your fingers then slid down his trousers to his mid thighs, before doing the same with his boxers, eagerly pulling them down by the elastic. His cock sprung free from its painfully tight confines, his tip smacking against his stomach. Sebastian sighed in relief as he helped you remove his underwear completely, by lifting one knee after the other.

If Sebastian thought you would stop there, he was kidding himself. Your next move was to fully take him into your hand and play with him. Once again, you realised just how thick and well-endowed he was. With your palm, you felt how unbelievably hard he was, and with your thumb, you traced his blood-gorged veins that led to his tip, where the skin was even softer than on the rest of his body.

“…Be mine.”

After emitting an animalistic groan which took you by surprise, he leant forward to grab you behind your thighs and sweep you roughly off your knees. With a shriek, you fell back onto your back, and Sebastian immediately caged you under his large body, hovering over you once again.

“I told you I’m all yours tonight.” He growled right in your ear.

“Only tonight?” You taunted him with a falsely innocent air.

“What an insatiable minx you are.” He smirked before diving on you to capture your lips and suck on them for a hot minute. “I’m yours. Every single day and forever.”

“Sebastian…” You snivelled from frustration, as you could feel yourself dripping again. Tears began to gather in your eyes from how much you needed him. It truly was a pathetic sight. You were incapable of putting two words together without being interrupted by a whimper. “I-I can’t wait… I want you… you inside me… now.”

Normally, Sebastian would have been vicious and continued to tease you until you begged him time and time again. But today was different. You had been lying naked underneath him for a while, without him doing anything to you. He himself could no longer wait to enter you to rediscover your familiar, comforting inner softness.

He therefore grabbed you by the hips to lift you up, so that he could align his tip with your entrance, covering himself with your juices at the same time. As his hands grasped you, his veins and tendons bulged out, and his knuckles turned white.

Next thing you knew, Sebastian pushed himself inside of you in one swift movement, all the way to the hilt. You both let out loud moans at the same time, he because he was squeezed all around by your tight walls, and you because you felt incredibly full and stretched from the sudden intrusion. In any case, it was paradisaically good for both of you.

“Look at you taking me so well. My perfect girl.” Sebastian praised you, looking down at where you were joined. Your only response was a broad blissful smile.

With his fingers still buried forcefully in the skin of your hips, you clutched his large wrist, not sure if it was because you needed a grip on anything to remain conscious, or because it was your silent way of begging him not to take his hands off you. Surely both.

With that angle, Sebastian was able to thrust very deeply, reaching parts of you that you were not even aware of. It had you letting out all kinds of excited sounds, making him groan at the vibrations.

“Don’t s-stop… Please!” You implored into their kiss, your hand curling around even tighter around his wrist – if that was even possible. It was certainly going to be another bruise that you were going to leave on his body.

Sebastian fulfilled your every wish, just like he had promised. He did not stop. He even gradually increased his speed, until he was eventually slamming into you, his balls smacking against your arse. You started moving along with him, meeting his thrusts halfway, always searching for more friction. The feeling of completeness had you both letting out frenetic, desirous moans which soon became a sublime chant of encouragement to keep going.

It got to the point where you could not even scream anymore, completely overwhelmed by his cock taking care of you in the best way. Despite your vision having become somewhat blurry, you managed to make out his dishevelled appearance, with his ruffled hair sticking to his forehead and falling in front of his eyes, which were screwed shut, unlike his gaping mouth, which was letting out ferocious, hungry growls.

You gasped and caught a whiff of his sophisticated cologne, a fusion of woody and vetiver undertones, and you became a little more entranced by his undeniable charm. It was as if you were falling in love with him all over again.

Your nails dug into the back of his hands, so deep that it must have hurt without a doubt, but Sebastian had no reaction, because you had already saturated all his senses. Your eyes rolled back in the back of your head, while his impressive length stretched your walls to their maximum capacity, repeatedly hitting that one spot that made you feel on the verge of ecstasy.

Sebastian knew you were about to come again when your thighs began to spasm. The fun was not going to last much longer, but that did not matter because it had been intense, and Sebastian was close too anyway.

Still overly sensitive from your first orgasm, you reached your second peak in record time as you properly screamed, “Sebastian!”

Your velvety walls clenched around him, almost making it impossible for him to move, and that was all it took for him to see stars (on top of the enormous sense of pride he felt since his name had rolled off your tongue). There was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling over the edge and spilling deep inside you.

He remained buried within you for a moment longer, and gave a couple of slow, lazy thrusts in order to pump himself dry of his seed, and give you a moment to ride out your orgasm. He then rolled over beside you, trying to catch his breath.

“Seb…” You called out, just as breathless. “That was amazing.”

“Suppose I’ve been a good Valentine, hmm?” He asked as he snaked his arms around your waist to tug your figure against his. His fingertips started tracing your smooth skin up and down your arm.

“You know you are. You’re everything I could ever ask for.” You rested your head on his chest and listened to his soothing heartbeat. “I love you, Seb.”

“And I love you more, darling.” He whispered, as he felt you starting to fall asleep in his arms.

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querido i: a reward of 2099 | outlaw!miguel o'hara x reader

❛ pairing | outlaw!miguel o'hara x reader

❛ type | doubleshot; chapter is safe for work.

❛ summary | it's been a long time since you've been with miguel o'hara. when your daughter gabriella finds his wanted poster, life starts to unravel.

❛ tags | mention of murder and minor character death, hidden pregnancy, western au, spanish not translated, outlaw!miguel, baby-mama!reader, slight cursing, angst, threats.

❛ sy's notes | here's to listening to the civil wars' devil backbone one too many times. i needed a break from filling most requests, so i only incorporated one very lightly in this piece.

“Mamá, 2099 is a strange amount for a reward, isn’t it?”

Your daughter was a mischievous girl just like her father. She tore down the poster that was tacked up on the homely post office’s bulletin board as you gathered the weekly post. Coming into town was always a bit of a laborious task. With goods to gather and a little girl to socialize, you made it into town once every week.

"Sure is," Jackson the postman said.

“Thank you,” you plucked mail from the man’s dark hands. “I’ll see you next week.”

He wore a warm, kind smile. Working in the post office, he always seemed to be well-versed in what was going on in everyone’s life. His coal-black eyes shone warmly at you.

“Take care now, there’s wild men out there. What with Peter gone and all, you sure you girls will be okay out there? Rio’d sure put up Gabi and you at the hostel.”

Gabi scrunched up her face tight like a screw being twisted into a board.

“That’s real sweet of you to worry but I’m sure we’ll be fine. We've been out there nine years now. I’ll see you next week, sí? ” You tucked your post into a basket that dangled on your elbow, pulling long and heavy skirts to avoid trampling them with your boots as you opened the door.

“See ya then!”

Gabriella stepped out first, pulling on your lace sleeves as a cue for her delayed answer. She wouldn’t butt into a conversation, but she always seemed to hold her questions for a better time. You sighed, looking at the pale wooden buildings. Saloon, feed store, bank, and the occasional hostel. Over the last decade, the town seemed to flourish, bringing all manner of people to your once tiny Spanish town.

“I suppose they didn’t wanna give the extra coin out, Gabi.”

She looked back to the paper in her hands.

“Wanted dead or alive. Notorious badman Miguel O’Hara, 38, native of Nueva… why that’s here, mama!”

Your blood chilled. Congealed even. The sun nearly blinded you, even with the hat that kept the hot sun off of your head. You stepped off the doorway and onto the dusty ground, spinning on your heel to face your little girl with your dark blue fan in your hands, waving the heat of the day off your flushed skin.

“Wanted for--”

You swiped the paper from her fingers.

“That’s about enough of that. We best get on our way, we got goods to buy, the undertaker to see, and a new dress to fit for your papá’s funeral.”

“I was just reading it. In case we see him?”

“We won’t. It’s been a time since he’s shown himself around these parts. You have no business looking at-- that kinda man. He’s a troublemaker. Now get in the cart, let’s not dolly around.”

You would know.

“O—okay, mamá.”

“I’m sorry, Gabi, I don't mean to yell. You’re all I got, preciosa,” you wedged the paper into a new bible, right next to your wooden rosary, and flung it into the basket.

"I know."

You started ahead of her, fussing with your white veil, sparing no expense to the many questions that she had that day. You had just as many questions as she did.

You just couldn’t articulate them to a grieving little girl.

Do you think it's a boy or girl? the seamstress asks a woman in her shop. She fashions all sorts of fashions from birth to death. Her store is stuffed to the brim with frilly and lacy baptismal dresses. Your gaze fell on her belly, tracing the curve.

"Una niña," she says. Her voice triggers something old, some ancient memory you've suppressed. His voice in your ear, a soft kiss on your head. You're sitting there, next to the little girl that he always wanted, haunted by the flood of memories that comes with looking at another woman's pregnant belly.

"You're not like the others. Aren't men supposed to want sons?" you teased him. Miguel snorted, his arm underneath your neck as he gazed up at a sky of glittering stars. The air was lightly warm, a light wind fluttering through the tall grass. Post-relation bliss was warm on his skin, peaceful and quiet.

"For what? Men are jealous of sons," he muttered, shifting his head to kiss the top of your head. "Little girls are... the light in their lives. I'm going to call mine Gabriella. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"That's a real pretty name."

"Sure is. ¿por qué?"

You didn't tell him why. That you hid a secret underneath the layers of your dress. A secret that you knew Miguel would have more than an issue with if he knew.

"Mamá?" Gabi shakes your arm, "Mamá we're next."

Your mind likes to pull mean tricks on you.

Wanted for double murder.

Miguel O’Hara was always somewhere between a hangman’s knot and three mouths to feed. For you, the latter. You were under no illusion of the sort of man Miguel was.

Every look at your daughter’s soft, peaceful face at night reminded you of him. You worried that the more she looked at posters of Miguel, peered into an artist’s rendition of Miguel’s slight, sultry eyes, lush lips, and strong jaw-- she might be able to locate the similarities when she looked at herself. That was why you had to take the flyer from her. The artist sure had a fine hand at drawing him, the man who danced in your dreams by a warm fire and stayed up late counting the stars. He’s gotten thicker, you thought. You sat on the rocking chair as she slept peacefully, rocking back and forth on the chair.

A violent knocking at the front door swept you free from your thoughts. You snatched up the silver lantern, yanked a fine ivory rebozo over your shoulders, and rushed down the stairs. The booming knocking became louder, more urgent. The movement was mechanical, with no husband to answer the door for you, you checked the window first. The man who stood there was not a man you’d want to see. Not now, not back then. He had a wicked face that sat beneath a wide-brimmed hat that obscured the balding spot on top of his head.

God, not him. He was obsessed.

“Buenas noches, Doña O’Hara,” he peeped into the window.

“Bendito, don’t call me that,” you rushed out, the heavy wooden door slamming to a close behind you. “I’ve told you already, he is not here.”

“And I don’t believe you. First, your man-loving husband dies. Next, sightings of Miguel a town over. ¿Qué piensas? Hm? What comes after that?”

“My husband was trampled, Aaron. By a bull. He was a hard-working man who worked with violent cattle. These accidents happen. Why don’t you ask the undertaker?”

He wouldn’t. Although you don’t think Aaron is a complete idiot, he surely has his own motivations for which leads to follow and which leads to ignore. Your husband’s death was one of them.

“I’ll tell you what comes next. You come next. It’s only logical that he would come back to you. You have his daughter and all. Or… does he not know about that? I seem to recall him running out of here like a bat outta hell.”

“You’ve checked my property three times. Barn, basement, home. It’s been nine years, Aaron. Gloria a Dios, he’s probably remarried and forgotten me by now.”

“Not according to my reports.”

You hate the twinge of delight that comes from that admission. Your cheeks warm with blood, highlighting the rouge that sits across your cheeks. He chuckles caustically at how easily it shuts you up. Aaron takes a step forward, his deep leather boots creaking along the aged floorboards.

“What’d you want me to do with that information?”

“If he comes to see you, and I know he will,” he reached out for your chin. Your hand connects with his, shoving him back. “Tell me. You know, it’s a crime to kill another man without good cause.”

“You wanna catch Miguel for your own reasons, Aaron. Don’t bring none of that holier-than-thou bullshit to my footstep.”

“She can curse,” he laughs again. “Here I thought you were a good Christian woman.”

“Don’t try me,” He tries to corral you against the door. You flip your skirts up, his eyes following the motion. You seize the handgun strapped to your thigh, threatening to pull it on him. Aaron slides back, holding his calloused hands up. "Get off my property."

“I’m just saying. If you see him, you know where to find me. Who knows, you and I could work a lil something out.”

Even if you knew where he was, you would be hard-pressed to turn him into Aaron Delgado. You knew Miguel O’Hara would kill him. So, really, it was for his good. You watched him beat down the squeaky steps and mount his horse, fading into the distance of dark, twinkly stars. You probably shouldn’t be praying that robbers got ahold of him.

But only Diosito could judge you for that.

You dipped down to pick the lantern up, stepping off the steps to ensure that he was not just off your property, but properly gone. Then, seeing him set off toward town, you gazed up at the deep night sky. It was littered with an abundance of stars, massive and twinkling brilliantly. Miguel’s favorite constellations shone brightly in the sky. The Anglo called it-- Orion’s belt. Around here, it was named for the hunter: the deer, the pronghorn, and the sheep. You count each of the stars on your way back indoors to sleep in your empty bed.

You prayed Aaron’s hunt would be fruitless that night.

With your husband's untimely death came several complex decisions. Namely, what to do with his cattle hands and the animals under your care. You were fortunate enough to have support from the community in caring for the cattle, but you knew human affection did not last forever. You could sell his property at a scam of a price as a woman or you could keep it and work bitterly on the farm.

Or, as Aaron suggested today in the cover of concern, you could remarry yet again. It was nearly the only good option. Working wasn’t sustainable when you had a little girl to raise and a whole host of children to teach, as you always had. It would be nearly impossible to find someone like your dearly departed husband who knew your situation and couldn’t care less about it.

It’s good for a lil girl to have a father, he says. You know that-- but Aaron should be no one’s father. Not Gabriella’s. Miguel would’ve never approved. Neither did you.

You loosened beads of sweat from your hair as you returned inside, the ends of your skirt matted with dust. Gabriella would return home from school soon and you were fully intent on feeding her a slice of fresh peach pie.

You made your way into your home, your boots between your fingers. The smell of a smoky hearth piqued your attention. It didn’t arise from your great big wood stove that sat against the wall, ready to cook fresh tortillas, but the sort of hearth settled in the deep outdoors.

“Dios mío.”

Miguel sat there, plain as a field flower. His fingers tapped over the heavy wooden table, rolling in succession. He’s older than you remember-- jaw peppered with dark facial hair, his hair dark and wild, set away from his kind eyes that caught yours as quickly as you caught his. You dropped your boots at your feet, backing up once, twice.

“Don’t run, you won't get far,” his voice trilled, low and warm. Beside his sombrero on the table sat a thick rope and his gun, you don’t want to know which one he was planning to use today. His head twisted, a mused smile growing on his face. “You look so surprised, amor. You had to know I was coming.”

The nickname cut more than it used to. You had not been someone’s amor in a very long time. Married strictly by the weight of paper, you don’t exactly recall what the fleeting emotion of love felt like. Wisps of it licked a dead flame to life in your stomach.

“Miguel.”

“You look gorgeous,” Miguel hummed, turning his impossibly broad arms one over the other. You don’t remember him being this thick. He lurches onto his leather boots, taking a few practiced steps closer. Brilliant, you think, you’ve languished years thinking of this moment just to smell of sweat and cow shit. You suppose he’s smelled worse as an outlaw, a name that doesn’t quite fit the handsome man before you.

“You were always a bad liar.”

“Look, not smell.”

“My point stands,” you say.

Your normally practiced updo has gone frizzy, bits of hair escaping the clips that kept it flat against your head. Miguel’s eyes flickered over the strands, then down to your skin flush with blood and exhaustion.

“Mine too.”

You stared at him a moment longer before you found yourself laughing, just a light-- a small thing that you had failed to do over the past week. His death, and the subsequent funeral, was all too miserable. Now he was here and for a moment, just a brief thing, everything didn’t feel so earth-shatteringly dire.

He cracks a smile, drawing his hand to your flyaways, soothing it down against your head. You should be more angry at him-- settling you with a baby like he did and disappearing into the long grass with Widow and not a word more.

“I missed you,” you said quietly. His hand falls away from your head, drifting past his dark blue vest, and hooking at the fat metal belt buckle. “Pero… why are you here?”

“I heard Peter passed,” he said in a practiced tone. “I was a few towns over. Seeing how he’s taken good care of you all these years, I dropped in to say my dues to him. Came to see my girl too.”

The grief may not be readable in his eyes, but you know he’s practiced it in the same way you did for your Gabriella. Her only daddy was gone, deep in the cold earth. His words echoed in your ears, cutting through your grief bright and resonant. You wonder if he knew, but logically, you knew he couldn’t. Miguel always wanted to be a father.

“Who’d that be?”

“You,” Miguel turns your name over, making your name sound beautiful and light on his tongue. It’s sweet, like the peach pie cooling in your aged windows.

“After all these years?"

"Claro."

"You... shouldn't be here. You’re a wanted man,” you said. “Aaron is looking for you. You know that, right?”

“He's nothing to be concerned about.” Miguel shrugged off your suggestion. "I'm only wanted in these parts."

“Where else is there?” you said

“Out West. South. You take your pick,” Miguel lifted his hand, tracing your parched lower lip. “It don't matter to me. I seen all manner of places, like it here more than anywhere.”

"There's nothing here."

"Nothing but you."

You felt your stomach swoop, a delight filling it better than any meal you’d had. You parted your lips to say something else, to find a response that would fit-- to tell him the truth. But he left you then, came back when something fit better than the road. You wonder what fortune he must have made on the road that he’d come back. His hand caressed your cheek, rubbing it as if to soothe you. It didn’t.

“You think you can just go and come back like nothing happened? After what you did?”

The front door squeaked, dragging with a long hiss. Miguel peered over your shoulder as if it were instinctual, his hand snapping to the gun on his hip. You stopped him short of seizing his handgun. Gabriella bobbed in, closing the door tightly shut behind her. She wore a plain blue dress, fine ribbon braided in the updo she had on that day. She takes a few short steps forward before realizing who you were talking to.

“Mamá, I’m home!” she gasped. “That’s the man in the— in the flyer mamá--”

“Gabi go to your room.”

“I’m not--”

“Gabriella,” your voice went soft but stern. Nearly apologetic. You had been so hard on her lately. Miguel’s eyes dropped from Gabriella’s huge, doe-like eyes to her nose, then lips. His eyes sharpened, whipping back to look at you. “Por mí, okay? He won’t hurt me. Te prometo.”

She darted up the many steps to her room.

"Gabriella?" He stared at you uncomprehendingly. He quickly goes quiet, searching your eyes for something. You worry that he’s found the truth, your breath light as you walked over to your wooden stove, checking the flame and setting a pot of water that you brought from a nearby creek to bathe with. He follows you to the stove.

“My daughter is home. You should go,” you remarked, less of a command than a meek statement, floundering on your lips at the end. As delightful as it sounded, running off into some other territory, town, or world with Miguel-- it was unfeasible and irresponsible to be with a man whose name was stapled on the bulletin boards towns over.

“How old is she?”

"That's none of your business." Your outlaw hovers over you, absorbing the space, a bundle of heavy muscle and rage that plumes off his skin like the smell of sweat on your skin. It’s almost as if he can smell the regret seeping off your skin, despite knowing you couldn’t have done anything differently. No one told him and you could not reach him. Whatever the reason he stayed away, you were not the one he reached out to for updates.

“Tell me,” he growls, waves of anger causing his voice to shake. The tone is heartless, empty of the nights together, of slipping off with the old cattle hand at night and day, in the barn and the field. You’re stuck in the memory of your lovemaking with your vaquero, now your outlaw man. You missed him.

“Don’t do this. She could be listening.” You pad away from the stove to the window with the hope that he wouldn’t follow. He backs you up into the wall, his calloused hands so tight on his belt that you could draw lines of tension through his veins.

“You're not telling me because she’s mine,” he’s whispering, the words going through your chest, fizzling out into terrible pain. He reaches out, squeezing your hips to keep you put. Miguel leans into your space and buries you in his overwhelming scent.

“What do you want me to say?” you stare at his prominent muscles, the shift that is thrown open to expose his skin. He cups your jaw and throat with his large hand, forcing you to confront the truth. Your eyes blink closed, bits of tears dripping there. Miguel doesn’t have the patience for pity, or empathy, whichever the two you were looking for right then.

“I want you to tell me the truth. It's not hard.”

“Me telling you the truth changes a whole lot of nothing. You're putting her life at risk just being here. You're an outlaw,” you say, trying his rapidly evaporating patience. "You got a bounty on your head."

"It changes it all," he shoves you back into the window, a choked cry slipping from your throat. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, he meant to have the truth. Distantly, you were aware of Gabriella’s feet beating down the steps. You’re relatively certain she’d never gone all the way up to her room. In this creaky house you would have heard her door shut, the floorboards bounce. In either case, there’s no point running away from what you both know to be true.

“Sí, she’s your daughter,” you mustered the words in a bid to get it over with. Miguel always had to get his way. “Now what?”

Miguel flicked a look over his shoulder, marked by the heavy drag of his weighted firearm skidding across the wooden table. A life on the run will do that. Gabriella’s tiny hands slipped around his handgun.

“That ain't true!”

“Gabriella,” you cut her short. “Gabi, bebe, put that down.”

Miguel took a step back, pulling his head back slightly as you shifted in front of him. Her tiny head shook, over and over, tears pricking her bright brown eyes. You fooled yourself into thinking that she wouldn’t listen-- because your Gabi was a good girl. A wonderful good girl who liked nothing more but running in the field with the boys and brightly colored ribbons laced into her braids. She was also a mischievous girl who had been trying really, really hard to be good for you this week. Children had their limits.

“My papá is dead,” she said, her fingers trembling about the thing. Miguel’s head tilted in response, expecting you to take care of it. “His name was Peter and-- he liked sunsets and fluffy chocolate calves and--”

“Badly made blankets,” Miguel said lowly. Gabi lowered the gun, slowly, just an inch or two. “Shorn fabrics, uneven stitching, ugly colors.”

“He liked to make you smile-- be helpful,” he added. You snapped to look at Miguel as he rose his hand to his hips, gazing at the floor and rocking. He waits another moment, noting how Gabriella’s head nodded, rubbing away the tears that dripped off the corner of her eyes with her shoulder. She set the gun down on the table.

“You knew my papá?” she turns her arms one over another. “How?”

“He was my friend.”

“Mamá?” she looked toward you, seeking an answer from someone who wasn’t a face on a wanted paper with a reward of 2099 dollars.

“Peter was your papá but-- Miguel is your padre, mija,” you breathed hard, exhausted from years of suppression. She looks at you, not used to this level of betrayal. Her eyes are distant, somewhere in her tiny memories. She whips around and runs out the back door. Miguel turns his eye out the window, her tiny body disappearing into the deep green fields. The sun blinds your eyes as you look out to the fields full of cattle. He reaches for his rope and gun, settling them in their respective places.

“¡Déjala! She needs time alone.”

He heads out the backdoor. He never did listen well.

#miguel o'hara oneshot #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara/reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spider 2099 x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman imagines #atsv miguel imagine #atsv imagine #atsv x you #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv fanfiction

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iwelcomedeathwithopenarms04 · 2 months

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Yandere Asmodeus and Fizzarolli

With a Nifty Darling

Ps. I take requests ;)

● You three met at Asmodeus' club.

● You had no idea how you even ended up in the club but you did and when some fucker decided to hit on you? Well, they didn't come back in one piece.

● That's when Fizzarolli and Asmodeus saw you. You were stabbing some poor sap while manically laughing as blood flew everywhere.

● Fizzarolli couldn't help but burst out laughing. Seeing a small demon stabbing another demon that was six times their size while every other demon was avoiding the murder zone was hilarious to him.

● Some idiot thought it was a good idea to take advantage of this, however, and climbed on the stage, trying to harass Fizzarolli.

● Asmodeus, of course, saw this, but before he could even act himself, there you already were, stabbing the asshole with the same little knife.

"HAHAHAHAHHA STAB STAB STAB"

● They were in love.

● Fizzarolli and Asmodeus approached you, and you stopped your stabbing when a big blue hand picked you up.

"Hello darling, what brings you to my club?"

● Your neck cracked by how fast you turned your head as your one eye got bigger and your pupil got smaller.

● Don't tell anyone, but that scared the shit out of Fizzarolli and Asmodeus (and they loved it).

"GAHAHAH, you're a bad boy, aren't you?"

● You somehow got yourself out of Asmodeus' grip and began climbing all over him as you touched and poked anything your little hands could reach.

● This amused the both of them.

● And from then on, the three of you could always be seen together.

● Let's say this setting had happened BEFORE the start of the show. Their yandere tendencies aren't that noticeable as they definitely aren't in love with each other and you. But later on? OHOHOHOO.

● Moxxie was singing on the stage for Millie under Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, and YOU interrupted them.

"Give me a thrust." Fizzarolli takes this as his que to make trumpet sounds as you climb all over Asmodeus.

"Show me some lust." Que Fizzarolli, continuing the trumpet sounds as you mischievously look down at the imps from Asmodeus' shoulder.

● Yeah, in the end, you tried to stab Moxxie but were stopped. Poor you :(

● On another note, you don't really like being at the club. Cleaning is one of your favourite "hobbies," and sometimes you get overloaded with the need to clean when you're at the club. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli, of course, take notice of this and try to keep you at Asmodeus' Chambers. (Which can be quite hard as you are small, fast, and agile).

● After the Mammon incident, Asmodeus and Fizzarolli aren't as shy in showing their love as they were before. Fucking they don't do with you, sorry honey but you are tiny compared to them, but they love you all the same. What came as a surprise to them, though, was how inexperienced you actually were.

● Before, you were gigging about "bad boys" and all that, but when they declared their love for you, you just froze and stared at them with that big ol' eye.

● Hun? Are you okay? Why did you freeze like that?

● They look at each other with concerned glances, and in a minute, you just continue cleaning as if nothing happened, muttering about "roaches" and "winning."

● Ignoring that, Asmodeus' nicknames for you are "Darling, Sweetheart, Devil's Ivy..."

"Darling ____, please let's NOT harras the staff, okay sweetheart?"

● Fizzarolli likes to call you "Doll, their highness (as you two like to play pretend sometimes), Cheshire..."

"___ be a doll and give me the powder, please?"

● Their yandere tendencies aren't that visible for others (or for you at least), but they are insanely overprotective. You can't leave the palace without THE BOTH of them.

● There was this one time though...

● You were at the club, sweeping around feverishly when you bumbed into some random sinner, and they spilt alcohol on the table.

● "Fuck you're making a mess!" The sinner yelled at you, only to freeze in horror as you begun to bawl your little eye out.

"I- I'M THE MESS?! WAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

● The sinner might just have peed their pants when Asmodeus and Fizzarolli ran over. They were panicking as this was the first time you've ever cried (at least in front of them), and you wouldn't stop bawling your little eye out.

● They tried to calm you down but nothing seemed to be working, not even the funny faces Fizzarolli made that usually managed to make you cackle manically. Thankfully, you calmed down as you begun to fiddle with the small balls on Fizzarolli's hat.

● By this point, the sinner had already run out, and the one's left in the club minded their own business to NOT inquire Asmodeus' wrath.

● Don't worry, little devil, Asmodeus, and Fizzarolli took care of the piece of shit that made you cry <33

You are never the mess.

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I would like to remind everyone that Nifty IS NOT a child, though her body is small. She is canonically 22!! And is seen having sexual feelings towards other demons, so PLEASE do not come complaining in the comments!!!

Though criticism is appreciated ♡

#yandere hazbin hotel headcanons #yandere helluva boss #yandere asmodeus #yandere fizzarolli #yandere hazbin hotel

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thedaughterofadam · 12 days

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My S.O. headcanons for the #redactedaudio universe. Because I can and why not. {#NSFW under the cut, Minors Do Not Interact.}

Angel:

- Has thrown a cane {Because of course they broke their leg doing something illegal}, at a police car.

- Baaabe and Angel have been best friends since middle school. As soon as Baaabe knew who Angel was it was immediately our girlfriend to David.

- Has said Davey Wavey with puppy dog eyes to get David to grab things from the top shelf for them. {Immediately was told to never call him that while he was laughing}, Now climbs to the top shelf and mock growls at David when he pulls them off.

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- Has been a horrible person to play with one on one with Mario Kart. {David definitely has focused enough to pause the game and immediately fuck their brains out}, but horrible none the less.

- Has made David wear a Devil costume for Halloween because they dress as their pet name an Angel which makes David both horny and laugh.

Baaabe

- Has been in an abusive relationship so makes sure to praise Asher and make him feel like a priority as Asher does for them.

- Wears Asher's gym Shorts while running. {They're a runner and a track star, don't ask why, I just think Gym Babe}

- Is taller than Angel so definitely has thrown David's mate over their shoulder more than once when they did some mischievous activities.

- Baaabe doesn't do puppy dog eyes, they do a cat smile when they want something. Why? {Because they always have a devious plan, Angel's best friend for a reason}

- They prefer warm sweets to cold, I don't make the rules, but they like warm things.

Sweetheart

{They're my favorite, so if you thought I forgot you're wrong.}

- Met both Baaabe and Angel in college, has not been able to escape them since.

- Disappears on top of the fridge so they can scare Asher, has succeeded and got stuck in top of the fridge.

- Has been a dancer their whole life, so them being bendy definitely doesn't make Milo horny, and their practices aren't always timed so perfectly that Milo sees them when he gets home from work. {Wink, Wonk}

- Jumps onto furniture like a cat when they get scared, hissing at the thing that scared them has happened more than once.

- Loves when Milo gets out of the shower, helping him get ready for bed. Because they like that he lets them around when he's vulnerable.

Darlin'

{Also one of my favorites top Three along with Sweetheart}

-Military Dad, divorced parents, friends with the boys for years. Always cries on Gabe's death anniversary because that's the only good Father figure they had.

- Left for college at an Arts school met Quinn when their Dad had basically disowned them for not wanting to stay in Dahlia with him. Hence the Daddy Issues.

- Has called Sam Daddy once by complete accident, it was one of those joking things and immediately got Sam turned on, they both learned things that night.

- Likes to paint on the porch, watching the sun set and rise to relax. Sam has had to pick them up and bring them to bed because they fell asleep painting in the sun.

- Likes when Sam showers with them. They like washing his hair and making sure he relaxes makes them feel at ease.

Freelancer

- Has hidden themselves behind the large stacks of chips at Costco as a child.

- Prefers the blue candy to the red candy at stores.

- Has made Gavin carry them after sex because they like being close to him, and they get princess treatment.

- Dances around the apartment while Gavin cooks, because they like making him laugh as they try to do the Tiktok dances.

- Likes when Gavin's hands are ein their hair, it brings them comfort

Lasko's S.O.

{Let me know if they have a name}

- Prefers tea to Coffee

-Likes cold sweets, definitely eats an ice cream cone during a snow storm.

- Likes to be under all the blankets while sleeping because Lasko is cold and they want all the cuddles.

- Has made Lasko read to them just to distract him with kisses and soft touches.

- Likes seeing Lasko in charge so they watch him do paperwork so they can stare at his RBF without being noticed.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted milo #redacted asher #redacted david #redactedverse #redacted headcanons

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beneathstarryskies · 7 months

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Day 3: Face Sitting - Vergil

Warnings: cunnilingus, fem!reader, sort of dub con? like not really but I guess Vergil does kind of trick the reader into sitting on his face

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Taglist: @actuallysaiyan, @loki-love

Vergil couldn’t describe exactly what it was about the idea of you sitting on his face that drove him so crazy. When he imagined the act, his mind never focused on any particular detail. It was simply the fantasy as a whole that drove him crazy. He could imagine your soft thighs settled on both sides of his head, trembling and shaking, while he laps at your pretty pussy like his life depended on it. Just the thought of being completely surrounded by you makes his cock rock hard in his pants.

He’d mentioned his curiosity in this act a few times, but you always seemed to find an excuse not to do it. He found most of them seemed to be about your insecurity with your body. He knows he can bring you so much pleasure you wouldn’t even care about that in the heat of the moment. Not to mention he finds you drop-dead gorgeous at any angle. Eventually, he stops asking, and you think he’d let the matter lay for now.

That’s not the case. Vergil was just waiting for his perfect moment to strike.

One night, he comes over to spend the night with you. As usual, you cook dinner for the both of you and then you cuddle in bed while Vergil reads to you. You’re so focused on the sweet poetry falling from his lips that you don’t notice his hand slowly making its way down your stomach. Not until it slides down your pants and his fingertips brush against your core.

“Oh!” you gasp.

“Ssshhh, relax,” Vergil kisses the top of your head. He continues reading as his fingers rub your pussy slowly, teasing your folds before settling on your sensitive clit. He continues reading casually as though he’s not playing with your pussy. Meanwhile, you’re a trembling mess beside him. You’re barely holding back your moans and whines.

“V-vergil,” you whimper pitifully.

“What is it, angel? Do you need attention?”

“Please.”

He closes the book and sets it on the nightstand before lying next to you. His kiss is searing, distracting you from the fact that he’s pulled his hand out of your pants. He caresses your side then pushes his thumb into the waistband of your pajama pants and begins pulling them down. Once you’re undressed for him, he kisses you again.

You’re lulled into a lustful haze as the two of you make out. It’s a passionate, fiery dance when your tongues move together.

Then, you feel him lift you a bit. Your body slides against his, but before you can question it his mouth is on your neck, kissing and sucking on that spot he knows drives you crazy. Your hands tangled in his hair and you let out a wanton moan.

“You sound so beautiful when you moan for me,” he chuckles against your skin. “Allow me to make you moan even more.”

He eases you into a sitting position over his face. You gasp as you feel his breath against your core. All of your previous fears over doing this with him seem to melt away, replaced with need as presses a sloppy kiss to your clit.

“Divine,” he murmurs and suckles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You mischievous devil,” you giggle upon realizing how easily he’d maneuvered you so he could get his way.

“Is it a sin to desire being surrounded by the warmth of your thighs and to have my senses invaded by your delicious cunt?” He punctuates his question by nuzzles his nose between your folds, and growling as he breathes in your scent. His tongue teases you with a featherlight lick against your hole.

You don’t get a chance to respond before he begins sucking on your clit again. His strong hands rest on your waist, and he begins guiding you to move. You try to resist at first, but soon you can’t help riding his face at the sensual pace he sets for you. One hand tangles in his hair and the other holds onto the headboard. He grunts and growls as he tastes you. His steel blue eyes are dark with lust as he looks up at you, but the more of your arousal he takes in the heavier they become. Until finally, with a roll of pleasure, they flutter closed. His fingertips dig into the fat of your hips and his grunts become more like primal growls.

“Vergil,” You moan. “Fuck, please…I’m so close.”

He doesn’t open his eyes to acknowledge your words, but he begins licking your pussy with more fervor. His attention is focused on your clit, switching between rapid flicks of his tongue and gentle suckles between his full lips. All the while your hips buck with need.

“Oh god,” you cry out as the heated coil in the depths of your core becomes impossibly tighter. You grind your hips even more, and soon it’s just too much. Your vision cuts to static as the coil snaps.

When you open your eyes again, Vergil is panting beneath you. His eyelids are heavy as he looks up at you with flushing cheeks. His lips are red and swollen, glistening with your juices, as he smirks.

“Well, well, that was quite a treat,” he purrs as he gently caresses your trembling thighs. He kisses your mound softly. “I feel I should be greedy and have another taste.”

#kinktober2023🎃#vergil x reader #vergil dmc x reader #vergil sparda x reader

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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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Ellie x clingy!reader-Maria/Tommy x daughter!reader

Ellie has Patrol in the morning but reader Is sleeping on her and doesnt let her move from the bed so She has to skip but then hours later Maria goes to ellie's house and she's like "WTF ELLIE?! YOU HAD PATROL THIS MORNING WHERE DID YOU GO" and ellie's like " ask that to your daughter"

Ask your daughter

Ellie Williams X fem!reader imagine

Summary: Eventful late night escapades makes Ellie a no-show for patrol.

Contents: fluff, kisses, cuddling, general cuteness, a bit of suggestive language 🧡

(Reader is Maria and Tommy's daughter)

A small whine left your lips as the golden beams of the sunrise slipped through the half open curtains shrouding your shared bedrooms window.

It was 11am- and Ellie had given up moving the comfort of the soft mattress a long while ago due to you having made yourself very comfortable in her arms- legs wrapped firmly around Ellie's waist, face buried in her boobs and arms round her neck.

Small problem though- Ellie was supposed to be on the patrol scheduled at 6 am... Which was 5 hours ago...

Your arms squeezed around her neck a little, shuffling up a bit moving your face from her boobs to the crook of her neck.

"Mornin' baby" Ellie's rough morning voice whispered into your ear, a smile immediately forming on your face at the sound of her voice. "G'morning ..." You replied slowly, sleep still evident in your voice.

Her hand found it's way underneath your sleep shirt, rubbing circles of your lower back drawing a little hum of appreciation out of your mouth.

"We gotta get up sweet girl..." She murmured, making your happy hum turn into an annoyed groan.

"Don't wanna..."

"C'mon~ you know we have to... I know I tired you out last night, but c'mon baby...," She joked, only to be answered by a small hit in your shoulder.

You ignored her- eyes fluttering shut in defiance, a small exhale of breath as you try to give into the lull of sleep again.

"Okay, I see how it his.' she tuts, her hand resting on the small of your back begins to creep up your spine, fingers dragging a long the skin before she began tickling you- laughter and pleads for mercy were met on deaf ears as Ellie grins mischievously, her hands not ceasing until-

"OKAY OKAY- I'm getting up, I'm getting up!!!" You shriek wriggling away from Ellie and dashing off the bed- dressed only in her t-shirt.

You quickly ran into the bathroom attached to the bedroom, picking up a knitted blue sweater, panties and shorts and getting changed swiftly- tying up your hair messily and brushing your teeth.

A quiet knock came from the other side of the bathroom door. "You ready baby?", You spat out the toothpaste, wiping your mouth an a wash cloth before leaving the washroom.

"Yeah." Your hand laced with hers. "Let's go"

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The loud bustle of the food hall hit your ears at the same time the smell did. A hint of fresh pastries, dairy and meat drifting through the air.

"Imma go grab us a plate. Do you want the usual?", You asked as Ellie sat down at your usual table. "Please babe"

You had wandered off like you usually did, picked up a tray with two plates and two glasses on it before piling on food- and pouring freshly squeezed apple juice into the glasses.

"Ellie." Maria's voice called out to Ellie, as she approached the table she was sitting at. "Maria." She replied looking up at the woman, knowing already what she was going to say.

"so... You gonna tell me where you were this morning?" She said, her hand on her hip and a stern scolding look in her eyes.

"You should ask your daughter... And speak of the devil" she smiled as you approached the table, placing the full tray down on the wooden table.

"oh hi mama! What are we talking about?"

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dearly-somber · 4 months

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Twister | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, eventual romance, fluff, humor, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, found family, high school!au, eventual smut

-> w/c. 1180

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. Devil All The Time is an actual book I read, and, to this day, it’s still one of my all-time favorites. The excerpt at the beginning is also real!

-> warnings. None!!

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Aug. 16th, 2022 @ 15:00

-> fin. Sat., Sept. 16th, 2023 @ 16:59

-> edited. Mon., Oct. 30th, 2023 @ 23:03

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Unless he had whiskey running through his veins, Willard came to the clearing every morning and evening to talk to God. Arvin didn't know which was worse, the drinking or the praying. As far back as he could remember, it seemed that his father had fought the Devil all the time—

Someone knocks on Jungkook’s door. You look up from your book (The Devil All The Time by Donald Ray Pollock) and smile smugly at Yoongi as he stands in the doorway, a grumpy pout on his face. “Can I help you?” you ask saccharinely.

He grumbles something you don’t catch before saying, “We’re playing Twisters downstairs.”

You gasp dramatically. “Am I dreaming or are you actually being nice to me for once?”

He growls low in his throat. “Don’t push your luck, human.”

You set your book face-down and skip past him, bounding downstairs with a smug grin. “I’m not leaving anytime soon, Boongles, so you better get used to it!”

“What did you just—“

“Y/N!” Jungkook’s face breaks out into a blinding smile as you enter the living room a few paces in front of Yoongi, his metaphorical tail wagging excitedly.

“Hey, Kook. I heard you’re thinking about me,” you tease, gently patting his back when he rolls his eyes and pulls you in for a hug. As you pull away, you ask, “So! How are we doing this?”

“I was thinking teams, since it’s only four of us playing,” Hoseok says, looking up from where he’s slung an arm around a still-grumpy Yoongi’s shoulders. “We can have two players move during one spin, and the other two the next, that way we can take turns so it’s not too chaotic.”

“The others aren’t playing?” you ask, kind of disappointed. Oh, the amount of chaos there would’ve been if more of them had joined you.

Jungkook shakes his head no. “They’re not feeling it. We convinced Jisoo noona to spin for us, though.”

Jisoo walks in from the kitchen with a glass of red wine in hand. She smiles amicably at you as she takes a seat. “Hey, Y/N. How’s the book so far?”

“Good, thanks.” You turn back to the others. “I assume JK and I are gonna be in a team, then?”

Hoseok grins mischievously as he shares a strange look with Jungkook, saying, “Told you. It’s me and you, hyung.” Hoseok smiles down at Yoongi, who sighs his acceptance.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbles.

You turn to look at Jungkook, who quickly tries to hide a dopey smile. “Why? What did Hobi oppa tell you?”

“Shh.” He turns you back to the mat with his hands on your shoulders. “Focus on winning.”

“Alright!” Jisoo sets her glass down and picks up the wheel. “First spin!” She flicks the plastic arrow, waiting a few seconds for the outcome before calling out, “Right foot, yellow!”

“You go,” you tell Jungkook. He nods, dropping his hands from your shoulders and taking a confident step forward as Yoongi does the same.

“Next… Right leg, blue!”

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

In hindsight, Jungkook should’ve seen this coming. He should’ve known Hoseok was trying to set him up from the second he asked if “angel” would be joining them for Twister, even though Jungkook had been more than content to let her stay in his room a little longer. (His complacency with her absence had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that her scent was getting on his sheets.)

Now, with Y/N bending in front of him in a makeshift downward-dog and only one viable option for his next callout (right foot, blue), Jungkook wants to smack his head against a wall. He’d have to move his leg halfway across the mat, so he wouldn’t have any balance.

Unless, of course, he held onto Y/N’s hips.

Twister was a cursed game and he’d never play again.

“Jungkook, you gotta make your move in the next five seconds or else you’re out,” Jisoo warns.

He panics and shifts his foot farther out than he meant to, holding onto Y/N’s hips as his balance gives out and thanking whatever god is out there that Y/N can’t see the disgustingly bright pink hue dusting his cheeks with her ass so close to his crotch.

“You’re gonna make me fall!” Y/N complains, teetering forward. He tightens his grip on her hips and pulls her back ever so slightly. Hopefully he won’t get a boner. Gods, that would be embarrassing.

“Just—focus on your next move!” he half-yells, mouthing a curse at Hoseok, who was knocked out almost five minutes ago and is now standing smugly off to the side trying to contain his laughter. Asshole.

“Stupid game,” Y/N grumbles under her breath, her arms shaking.

“Left hand, red,” Jisoo announces.

Y/N grunts as she moves her hand closer to her body, unintentionally pressing into Jungkook. He bites down on his tongue and focuses on his breathing as blood rushes to his cheeks.

Yoongi huffs as he crouches and sets his hand on the red circle closest to him, grinning up at them with a dark look. “It’s over for you,” he taunts.

“Alright, Kook. Left hand, green,” Jisoo says.

Jungkook crouches down and sets his hand behind him, making eye contact with Y/N for the first time in almost ten minutes straight. “Next time—“

Y/N gets cut off with a yelp as, on their next turn, Yoongi bumps into her and sends her falling back into Jungkook’s lap. He groans, his hands shaking with the effort to keep himself up.

“Asshole! You pushed me!” Y/N yells, her ears turning red with rage as she pushes herself off Jungkook, about to angrily rush Yoongi when Hoseok picks her up around the waist and holds her off to the side with an arm around her shoulders.

“Now-now, kids, no fighting,” he teases.

“Beat his ass, Kook!” Y/N says in response, glaring at Yoongi.

Yoongi rolls his eyes as the game continues. The longer Jungkook has to play, the more tired he becomes—holding weird positions for long periods of time is surprisingly taxing. Just when he thinks he’s going to give out, Yoongi’s sweaty hands slide to the side and he ends up falling over, ass in the air.

Y/N squeals with excitement and rushes Jungkook as he stands up to his full height, massaging his lower back with a grimace. He oofs as she slams into him, her arms around his neck. He blushes and hides his face in her shoulder, trying to subtly breathe in her scent as she drops down before excitedly smacking him on his arm.

He smiles down at her and avoids looking at Hoseok (who he’s sure is having his own little mini-celebration) as Yoongi sighs as he stands up. “Well played,” he grumbles.

Y/N grins triumphantly, but holds her hand out for him to shake. “Good game.” Yoongi hesitates, but takes her hand. Y/N grins. “How does it feel losing to a human?”

“Gods have mercy…”

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