#idk I’m riding the wine guys

[loaksky]

— 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 & 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆 | 𝒂. 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏

emt!abby x fem!reader, smut (mdni or i scream) / fluff / established relationship, wc: 3k

synopsis: you didn’t think you’d get away with baiting abby before dinner, did you?

content warnings: language, strap-on sex (reader!receiving), fingering (reader!receiving), oral (reader!receiving), abby has a filthy mouth & reader’s a tease, brief mentions of a breeding kink brrrr, basically pwp but like also maybe a lil ? idk, i’m still new to tagging 18 + content AH.

author’s notes: i’m back!! and with smutty continuation of this oneshot! the abby brainrot is very real, i fear, so i couldn’t help but expand. there’s a lil surprise at the end hehehe. also! pls feel free to chat with me thru my ask box! <3

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Abby’s patience is admittedly wearing thin.

She’d managed to keep it together during the car ride to the restaurant, kept her cool while ordering through lingering touches and hooded gazes. Hell, she’d somehow breathed through a coy hand resting against her thigh, sneaky pinky nestling in the seam of her taut trousers while Nora and mutual friends chatted about their recent endeavors.

“You’re cutting it close,” Abby whispers a warning to you after you’d brushed something from the plump of her bottom lip and dragged.

You popped the pad of your thumb past your glossed lips and Abby had to swallow hard before she choked on her bite.

The smile you give her is sly, makes her rub her thighs together as your shoulders roll back and your chest pushes forward. She’d been too preoccupied with ordering, with downing water after water because, christ, it was hot in here, to notice that maybe she was the only one burning up.

Gooseflesh ripples over your arms and your nipples are pebbled against the satin of your dress. She could nearly drool, thinking about all the things she’d love to do to you in and out of that flimsy little gown.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you reply, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Your lips nearly brush the shell as Abby spears a cut of dessert and bites hard to maintain her facade. She hums.

“M’not wearing anything underneath,” you divulge, eyes twinkling when Abby leans back in her seat and watches you with her jaw set.

“And what would you like me to do with that information, angel?” Abby bites, playing into your game easily.

“Whatever you wanna,” you reply softly, gaze far too dreamy for Abby’s sanity. “I’ll be good.”

And then you have the audacity to smile at her like you haven’t lit a fire in the pit of her belly. Like you aren’t tempting her to clear every available surface and bend you over the table. She’d been doing so well, had made it through every course. But now, as everyone socializes and finishes Nora’s birthday cake, she feels her resolve crumbling.

“You guys are so cute,” one of Abby’s friends coos, absolutely oblivious to the little cat and mouse game you’ve started before the two of you even walked into the restaurant.

Abby laughs humorlessly behind a sip of her drink while you preen under the attention.

And she should’ve known better than to relax once you’d leaned back in your seat, wine glass wrapped in your slender fingers. The both of you are equally floored, but for vastly different reasons, when your hand slinks under the table top to grab right under the buckle of Abby’s belt.

Abby hadn’t expected you to be so blatant and you definitely hadn’t felt that when you straddled her earlier in the evening before the two of you left for dinner.

The ball’s in her court, she realizes, when she clocks the way you shift in your seat, arousal pooling between your thighs, no doubt. Your eyes are glazing over and your lips part.

“Everything alright, love?” Abby asks, feigning concern as her head tilts to the side.

She watches the way you rub your legs together involuntarily and she has to suppress the wicked grin that threatens to split her golden features.

You don’t answer and some of Abby’s friends who aren’t engrossed in conversation are watching from across the table in curiosity.

“Cat got your tongue?” she whispers into your small little bubble, teeming with sexual tension and ready to burst.

She sees the way your throat bobs, thinks to herself that she owes it to herself to mark you up after the shit you’d been pulling all night.

“My stomach hurts,” you say softly, and she knows exactly what you mean.

Knows that the ache isn’t from a bad appetizer or wine that just won’t seem to settle. No, you’re needy now. Worked yourself up so much trying to tease your girlfriend that your skin is dewy under the lowlight.

She glances at Nora who sits at the head of the table. Something gleams in her gaze and Abby knows that she knows. Hasn’t been able to shut up about you since the two of you made it official last fall.

“Might be time to get this one home,” Abby covers, merciful in front of friends because you’re not the only one desperate. “It’s a little past her bedtime.”

And typically, you’d be petulant, annoyed because even if you’re Abby’s girl, you’re not a child. But god, you can practically feel her inside despite clenching around nothing.

“Aww,” one friend frowns, you think her name is Mel. “It was nice getting everyone out for Nor’s birthday.”

Abby smiles, something genuine that only makes your toes curl because your girl is absolutely devastating, especially in a black button up that shows a dangerous amount of expanse and fitted black slacks that hug the most delicious part of her thighs.

“Definitely,” Abby agrees easily. “We have to grab lunch before you head back home, Nora.”

Nora winks and your cheeks warm because if there’s one person you can’t get anything by, it’s Abby’s closest friend.

“Just shoot me a text.”

And you know that she’s just in her element, being surrounded by her friends and people she’s grown up with, but as she makes her rounds and says her goodbyes, you can’t help the desire that bubbles.

What started as a slow simmer, something you could tamp down during the journey here and throughout dinner, was now a raging boil that warmed your veins from the inside out.

It’s why the two of you barely make it to the car before Abby’s hand is up your dress and her fingers are circling the heat of your slick slit.

“You’re already so fuckin’ wet,” she whispers breathlessly, leaning over the center console to slot her lips with yours.

“Been wet,” you admit against her mouth, throwing your head back against the headrest when the tips of her fingers push past your entrance.

She breathes a laugh when you let out a cracked moan.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

“Yeah?” she taunts. “All it takes is a couple of fingers in your pussy to get you to behave?”

You’re watching her through hooded eyes, heels coming up to rest on the edge of the seat. And it’s such a dirty fucking sight, seeing the soft satin of your dress pooling around your hips as you spread your legs.

“More,” you beg, fingers wrapping around her wrist to hold her still. “Fuck, Abs, I need more.”

Abby’s brain nearly short circuits when you start rolling your hips, the heel of her palm bumping your sticky and swollen clit.

“Yeah, want more, angel?” she taunts. “Could’ve had this taken care of earlier if you just let me fuck you before we left. Now what, you’re all needy and wet.”

“S–ah, fuck!” you hiss when she adds a third finger and curls hard. “Please, please.”

“Yeah, you wanna cum, pretty girl?”

You nod eagerly, hips bucking desperately. Your cunt glistens under the fluorescents of the parking garage and Abby’s salivating as she watches you use her to get off.

“Want it, Bibi,” you whisper brokenly, that stupid fucking nickname rolling from your lips. “Wanna cum, please.”

She laughs breathlessly, boxers soaking through as she takes in the sight of you winding tight. She knows you’re gonna unravel soon, can feel it in the way the soft walls of your pussy flutters around her digits.

Then, like you’ve committed the most cardinal sin, she’s punishing you, withdrawing from your heat to slip her fingers past her lips to savor your arousal.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” she sighs, leaning back in her seat to slot the key into the ignition.

“Abby, please,” you cry out, clenching around the loss of her knuckles stretching you out.

“Gonna have to be patient and wait, pretty girl.”

Despite the AC on full blast, your balmy skin is sticky with sweat. Abby’s got you right where she wants you, naked and between her spread knees at the foot of her bed. The silk of the oversized scarf you’d used as a cover up earlier in the night binds your wrists together at the small of your back and Abby thinks you look so fucking lovely like this.

“You’re so pretty like this,” she murmurs, thumb reaching out to brush the plush of your bottom lip. The pad slips into your mouth and her eyes widen a fraction when you look up her through your lashes. “You’ve been such a fuckin’ brat all night, y’know that?”

The dainty gold chain around your neck glints as your chest heaves, ‘A’ pendant catching a sliver of the moonlight as Abby presses her thumb down your throat.

“M’sorry,” you whimper around her digit. “I’ll—”

You swallow when your eye catches the silicone of Abby’s strap. It’s a new addition, a pretty purple that she’d picked out with you in mind. It’s got an obscene amount of ridges and fuck it’s—

“So big,” you choke.

A lazy smile spreads across Abby’s face.

“It is, isn’t it?” she entertains you, fist closing around the shaft. “Saw it and thought of you. Thought of all the ways I’d stretch your tiny little cunt and fuck you stupid.”

You’re drooling now, tears pooling the corner of your eyes and smudging your eye makeup.

“Want it bad, Abby, please.” Your hips roll over nothing and Abby’s licking her lips when she notices the little pool that glistens against the hardwood. “I’ll do anything, please, just— fuck, let me ride you, anything… I—”

“Think you deserve it?” she hums. “I was being generous earlier. Wanted to make you feel good, but you wanted to be a fucking tease. And for what? For you to soak through your dress and make a fucking mess on my floor.”

The moan you let out makes Abby’s breath hitch, almost makes her drop the act.

One more, she thinks to herself.

She pinches your cheeks between her fingers, forces you to come face to face with the lines of her cock.

“Spit,” she hisses.

And her eyes roll to the back of her head when you do, the string of saliva that connects your lips to her strap making her hips buck involuntarily.

In one movement, she’s yanking you to your feet and tossing you against the mattress. With your hands still bound, your cheek presses against the duvet, back arching and knees spreading to give her the perfect view of your ass and your pretty little slit.

“You get to have your fun after you cum around my cock,” Abby husks, large palms settling on the swell of your ass as the tip of her strap prods your entrance.

“Nnngh, Abby, fuck, pleasepleaseplease,” you keen. “All of it, please.”

And hearing you beg, hearing you so eager to be filled has Abby nearly feral. Has her pressing her length past the folds of your needy pussy and throwing her head back when you moan around the resistance.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re taking it so well,” she says shakily, sinking hilt deep.

“Please,” you sigh breathlessly. “Fuck me, Abby. I want you to use me and—”

Abby’s blowing out a forceful breath, can never get used to your filthy mouth. Her hips start rolling, finding a pace that has you moaning so loud she’s certain her neighbors can hear you doors down.

It doesn’t take much, just one of her hands snaking to your clit through her strokes to get you locking up and an incoherent mess.

When she pulls out, you collapse against the sheets, and she melts. Can’t be mean to her pretty girl for too long. She’s unfastening the silk around your wrists, hands smoothing over the swell of your hips to guide you onto your back.

You’re looking up at her with that fucked out look on your face.

“You can do another one, can’t you, angel?” she coos, doing an absolute one-eighty as she kneels between your thighs and licks a fat stripe up your slit to suck your clit past her lips. “You’re not gonna tap out on me after working me up all night, are you?”

And when you nod eagerly despite your body feeling so heavy, Abby’s heart swells. She’s kissing on your inner thighs, watching as your hole flutters deliciously.

“You said you’d be good,” she whispers, laving languidly at your your cunt. “So be a good girl and take it, hmm?”

“Anything, Abs, I’ll be good.”

She’s smiling a genuine smile, knows you’re a brat for the attention. And she can’t help herself, wants to give you anything and everything.

Her lips travel from your clit, presses gentle kisses up the soft flesh of your tummy, past your navel and between the valley of your breasts. She takes one nipple in her mouth and sucks hard as she tweaks the other one between the calloused pads of her fingers.

“You’re my good girl?” she whispers against your skin.

Your freed fingers tangle in her hair when she pops free from your nipple and bites hard on the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. She’s been desperate to add fresh purple blooms to the yellowing ones, doesn’t want anyone to get the wrong ideas.

“Always,” you swallow, arching into her touch.

One of her hands slides up the sheets and tangles with yours, and you’d think the gesture is sweet as she continues her ministrations up your throat, but she’s sliding the blunt head of her strap between the puffy lips of your cunt. She catches the arousal that pools there before sinking in slowly.

Doesn’t matter how many times she fucks you, how many different ways she folds you and has her way, the fit is always snug like a glove and it itches a part of her brain desperate to be sated.

“Don’t know how lucky you are,” she hums in your ear as her hips roll slowly, making sure you feel every last inch of her cock slipping through your needy little pussy.

You’re panting, sweaty chest colliding with hers as she braces part of her weight on the arm tangled with yours and settles the rest against your spent body.

And having Abby like this, pressed to you and taking care of you, you agree. You’re so lucky. But then she mutters something new that has your toes curling.

“So lucky I can’t knock you up,” she says softly, biting on an especially deep stroke. “Because if I could, angel? I’d be breeding you like clockwork.”

Your chin juts upwards, exposing more of your neck to Abby as she picks up the pace. The broken sob that leaves you has a shiteating grin lazily spreading.

“You like the idea of that, huh?” she whispers. “I bet you’d be so fucking pretty all swollen. All mine.”

One hand slides between your bodies and presses down hard over the bulge of Abby’s strap. You’re clawing at her bicep as she leans up to get a good look at you.

“C’mon, pretty girl, one more,” she almost begs. “Gimme one more.”

And it’s a mixture of her words, the sweet drag of her cock along the warmth of your gummy walls, and the pinched expression on her face that sends you soaring over the edge. Her name leaves your lips like a prayer, body wound so fucking tight as your second orgasm rips through you mercilessly.

Abby’s smiling gently at you as you come down, body falling slack against the sheets as your chest heaves lungfuls of air. She’s still fully sheathed, smoothing your hair from your face as she peppers kisses along your cheeks and over your eyelids.

“You’re actually unbelievable,” she murmurs, arms wrapping around your waist as she settles back against the mound of pillows strewn at the head of the bed.

“Am I?” you ask breathlessly, ear pressing against her sweaty chest to hear the thrum of her heart.

“Extremely,” she affirms, catching your bottom lip between her teeth. “Love you, angel.”

“Are you gonna use your charger?” you call from your spot in Abby’s bed, wrapped in a new duvet and wearing one of her sweatshirts.

“Yeah, but I have another cord and charging block somewhere,” she responds from the adjoining bathroom, finishing her routine before she settles in.

You only hum in response, crawling over to her side of the bed to throw open the drawer to her side table. Your fingers blindly grasp at foreign objects in search for the telltale square of the charging block and the wrapped chord, but instead, it smoothes over something like velvet.

“Huh?” Your eyebrows twitch when you grab the object, unwedging it from where it’d been tucked into the very back of the drawer.

And you hadn’t known what to expect, but your eyes are as wide as saucers when you find a small little velveteen box. You don’t want to be presumptuous, don’t want to get your hopes up, but when you flip the lid and find the most beautiful green gem set in a thin gold band, you’re choking on the sudden wave of emotions.

“Did you find i—”

When your gaze swings to the doorway, Abby’s figure blurred by the tears pooling your eyes, she’s cussing.

“Wait, fuck.”

“Is this what I think it is?” you ask shakily.

And Abby’s usually so good at reading you, but she can’t tell what kind of tears are spilling and she’s absolutely frozen with fear because she’d been waiting for the right time to ask. But it seems like the universe has other plans as you hesitantly stand to your feet, the hem of her ‘I Love Seattle’ sweatshirt falling midthigh.

“Abby,” you grill.

“Depends on what your answer is,” she says weakly.

The silence that blankets the two of you is suffocating, has Abby feeling like her heart’s in her ass. But then you’re closing the distance, ring box still tight in your hold as you’re pushing up on your toes to throw your arms around her neck.

“Yes, Abby, what the fuck?” you hiccup.

And the relief that floods her system has her brushing the tears from under your eyes and winding tight around your frame.

“Way to ruin my surprise, asshole.”

You throw your head back with a watery laugh before pressing further into her chest.

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[eureka-its-zico]

Chaos in Their Bones Ch. 3

Ongoing Series

Synopsis: All your life you’d listened to your friend, Usopp spin wild tales about pirates and adventure. Pirates weren’t a thing that came often to Syrup Village, but one straw hat pirate and his crew changed all that the day they arrived. Now, you aren’t so sure if your sleepy little village was always pirate-free or if no one had been paying attention.  

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, frenemies to lovers, slow burn (I hope y’all like aching) eventual smut

Words: 12.6+

A/N: Guys. Idk where to start, but this chapter needs a warning because it is big and beefy. I didn’t want the 1.03-1.04 story arc to be dragged out further into 4 chapters and, because of that, this chapter exists. I truly hope it is one that you enjoy. It took a lot of time and love. So please, get out some 🍿 cause it’s going to be a ride. P.S. To everyone who has liked, commented, reblogged, and sent me messages about Chaos in Their Bones: thank you. You have all made this such a wonderful experience and a fun one. I hope it continues to be one you enjoy 🖤 Much Love, Jenn

Chapter 1 Previous Next

So far Operation Petty was getting off to a rough start. 

Your original plan of stealing every glass of wine Zoro poured seemed like a good one. Golf claps for everyone. Except, that good idea slowly began to disappear five glasses ago. 

Unfortunately for you, and to the dismay of the entire table, you were a giggling mess. 

After the sixth glass you were lucky you could even see straight. It wasn’t until after Zoro poured the next glass and slid it over to you the wheels in your head finally added all the small clues you’d missed. Zoro had let you think you’d stolen glass after glass of his wine. When in reality, he’d just been trying to get you drunk. 

Zoro was already on his fourth bottle of wine and still seemed able to function like a person. 

You leaned, not so gracefully, over to his side of the table. A “Psst,” hiccuping out of you to garner his attention. You knew you had it. He was just hiding a majority of his face inside the glass. 

Just to make sure though - “Psst!” 

“Ugh, Doc, we can all hear you,” Usopp said somewhere behind you. 

You waved him off. Your eyes honed in on both Zoro’s. 

“What do you want?” He hummed. 

“Hey, Mosshead,” you snapped. That got his head to swivel an inch away from the safety of the glass. “You did this on purpose.”

You were leaning so far forward your cheek was almost flush with your arm. Your fingers wiggled near him and you watched as his eyes darted down to watch them before side-eyeing you. 

“Yup,” he answered, sharply pronouncing the p. “You want to steal my wine as payback, well I can drink you under the table.” You weren’t expecting him to drop the glass and move towards you. The movement wasn’t huge, but he was closer than you anticipated and it made you scared to blink. “I can be petty too.” 

Fuck. 

He was so close - almost kissably close and - No! Why are you thinking of kissing at a time like this? When Zoro’s close enough you could see the sun kissed freckles that dusted over the top of his cheeks and nose. The playful glint in his eyes that brightened them to shine like mini constellations. 

With a devious smirk sliding across his lips, Zoro regarded you one last time before he straightened up. His hand reaching out to take back the glass he’d previously sat down and brought it back up to his lips. 

“You are diabolical,” you huffed. 

When you went to straighten up, you felt your world tilt. You were going to need - “Can I get some water, please?” 

You needed to sober up and fast. Inwardly, you could already hear your inner monologue being set up to chastise your childish behavior. You were so worried about Zoro and annoying him that it was all you focused on. 

I’m not here for him. 

You’d come with Usopp with the goal in mind to help Kaya. That was who you’d come here for and who you still had every intention to help. The plan to do so was still there, but somehow within the last few hours you’d allowed yourself to be distracted by a pretty face. 

A soft cough from Kaya’s direction was all the clarity necessary to get your head back on straight. Or as straight as it could be in your current state. No more Zoro. No more looking at him, talking to him, looking at him-

You could sense him moving off to your right, but you were not going to look. Nope. Most definitely not going to look, but was your head tilting? 

Drunk you seriously needed to work on some self-control. 

You were heavily lost in your head again. So lost that you weren’t sure how many times Luffy or anyone else attempted to bring you into a conversation. It wasn’t until a gentle hand on your shoulder jolted you back into the present. 

Looking to your left, you saw Usopp waiting for you to answer him. His concern etched into every scrunch of his face. 

“Luffy asked how long you’ve been a doctor,” he offered slowly, as if he spoke too fast he’d lose you again. 

“Well, technically, I’m a doctor-in-training.”

“So, not a real doctor.”

Of course, Zoro just had to butt in. You still weren’t going to look at him. 

“I am a doctor. Naan has taught me over the years how to handle every illness and broken bone that has come through this village. I think one of the biggest things she’s taught me is that sometimes kindness can be the strongest medicine and other times defending those who can’t defend themselves is a bigger responsibility.” 

“Wow,” Luffy smiled in response. “You must have helped a lot of people. Your grandma must be really proud of you.” 

Luffy looked so…genuine. The very thought of you going out of your way to help others seemed to make him regard you differently. While the smile on his face wasn’t expansive and filled with its usual childlike mischief, it held one of praise. As if it was a rare thing for someone to have the drive to help another person. Maybe over the last decade or so that might have been true, but Naan didn’t raise you to turn a blind eye to those in need. 

You couldn’t help but respond to Luffy’s smile with one of your own. Although, you hoped it didn’t wilt as you prepared yourself with your reply. 

“She’s an orphan,” Sham interjected as she set down a dinner plate that was intricately decorated with fish and vegetables. “Usopp too. Isn’t that right?” 

Not true. Orphan meant that there had been no one there for you. No family to help take care of you when you needed protection, and while Naan wasn’t your real grandma she was family because she chose to be. 

You dropped your hands down into your lap and could feel your fingers curl into your palms. 

“What does it matter if they’re orphans or not?” Your eyes narrowed in on Nami. She sat beside Luffy, opposite of Usopp, and her cool gaze was trained on Sham. She watched closely while Sham placed the next plate hastily down in front of Usopp. “I’m curious to hear your answer.” 

“Forgive my staff, Miss,” Klahadore stepped in. “Sham spoke out of turn when it was not her place.” 

“I’m sure she meant no harm, Klahadore.”

Kaya smiled up at him and he responded with a smile of his own. You hated how Kaya was always apologizing for everyone around her, especially for those who didn’t deserve it. 

“I don’t think that’s true,” Nami continued. “If she didn’t mean to say it she would’ve kept her mouth shut.” 

“It’s not that big of a deal, guys,” Usopp offered. 

You weren’t surprised to see him looking at Kaya. The two of them shared a small smile between them and it took everything in you not to lightly smack him on the arm. If Kaya wanted to be peacemaker, Usopp would do everything in his power to play along. Anything Kaya wanted Usopp would make sure he did everything in his power to make sure it happened. 

What felt worse was that Sham’s attempt at an insult did bother you. It was meant to remind you that they considered you nothing, which was odd coming from waitstaff and a butler. 

A doctor to pirates was about as valuable as gold. 

“Yeah, not a big deal,” you mumbled. Your fingers riddled with your fork; debating if eating Buchi’s food was worth the risk. With your luck they probably poisoned it. “I do hope I make her proud someday, Luffy. I still have a lot to learn.”

Luffy was already a mouthful deep into his plate and wasn’t showing any reservation in taking another hardy bite. Thank god he waited to swallow first before he replied, “The fact you came here to help Kaya tells me all I need to know. You’re a good person, Doc.”

“That’s very kind of you, Luffy. Thank you.”

God, I will not cry right now. 

Why did random words of kindness - from a stranger - matter so much? Luffy didn’t owe you any act of kindness or to bother being so nice to you or Usopp. Yet, here he was being an actual ball of sunshine. You knew dozens of people in this town who disregarded Usopp and his stories. Who grumbled and complained when he started talking. Luffy had only treated him with respect: he listened to his stories no matter how bat shit crazy they must have sounded. 

You knew Luffy and his friends would eventually leave but for the time they were here (besides Zoro) you were grateful. 

“It says a lot about who you are. You’re a good person.” 

You felt your smile wilt a little as you watched a few flecks of food fall out of his mouth as he spoke. Flying food aside, you were really starting to count yourself lucky that Luffy and his friends ended up in your sleepy little village. 

Sham was still depositing plates of tonight’s only special when you heard Kaya ask if she could try some. She’d barely finished asking before Klahadore was there beside her. 

“I’m sorry that won’t be possible, Miss Kaya. You know how certain foods affect your constitution. Here,” he waved his hand free from his chest ushering in Buchi. “Buchi has prepared your special soup.”

“Why is it blue?” You blanched. 

When all eyes turned to regard you, you realized you hadn’t said that in your head. The wine was seriously starting to make your body too comfortable. 

“It’s made with a special fruit,” Buchi growled back. 

“What’s the name of the fruit? I’ve skowered this entire island top to bottom with Naan and have never seen a fruit that color here.” 

“It’s imported.”

“From where-“

“It’s not important where her food comes from,” Klahadore interrupted. Each word was more forced than the last. “All that matters is it helps Miss Kaya.” 

“If that was true then why is she still sick?”

Klahadore’s eyes were practically shooting daggers into your skull. You were willing to bet a million berry’s that if he got you alone in a room, you wouldn’t be making it out. That thought only seemed to ignite something inside you that you’d been pushing down for months.

You rolled your tongue along your bottom teeth as you struggled to reign in your temper. The wine made your blood warm and fuzzy, but now you felt as if you were boiling alive. Your legs were bouncing uncontrollably underneath the table and your hands were curling into fists-

Suddenly a hiccup of a gasp lodged itself in your throat. The tip of a shoe was pressed gently against your ankle and the tip of said shoe belonged to the very moss-headed oaf who’d been plaguing your every waking minute. Yes, you said you weren’t going to look at him, but you didn’t expect him to touch you. Even just this small amount. 

When you did glance at him, Zoro didn’t return your stare. His eyes were trained solely on Klahadore with a slight draw of his brow confirming your suspicions. Zoro was starting to notice something was off with Klahadore too and was warning you. 

“Kaya it’s your birthday. You should be able to eat whatever you want.” 

Nami’s soft voice cut through the tension and brought Klahadore back to the present. His eyes glazed back with mock servitude, but you’d seen it. Maybe now so had Zoro. Your eyes were only for Klahadore as you watched the exchange between him and Nami. You loved the way she was sticking up for Kaya and the challenge in her eyes as she stared him down-

“You need to relax.” 

Fuck. 

You struggled to keep a shudder from making its way down your spine but you weren’t so lucky in keeping the soft gasp from trickling out from your lips. The husk of his voice was unnecessarily sexy. 

Slowly, you turned to look to your right and found Zoro casually sitting back in his seat. His eyes trained forward and his hands took his silverware as if he hadn’t just whispered across your skin like sin. 

You couldn’t think past what had just happened. It didn’t matter how much you tried to formulate a sentence. Your brain was just not having it. You could do this. You were an intelligent woman who was not easily swayed. 

“What?” 

A masterful reply. 

Zoro looked at you from his peripherals before placing the napkin down into his lap. 

“I would stop antagonizing him before he kicks you out.”

And here you thought he was just worried about you. 

“I’m a doctor and Kaya needs me.” 

“Has she told you that? Has she physically looked at you and specifically asked for you to save her or do you just need to feel important?”

“Why are you such an asshole?!”

You spoke every word through gritted teeth. The anger that Zoro erased by killing your brain cells, which now felt like an insult to yourself, was stoked back to life. Your body singed with the need to get a hold of him because - who the fuck talked to people like this? 

What you hadn’t expected was for that anger - god, that hurt - to soak deeply into your words. Each one raised and sharp with the intention he knew you meant it. 

Zoro didn’t respond. He just started eating his fish. You suddenly didn’t feel hungry. 

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t want to look at Usopp. Not when he sounded like that. What would happen if you did? Would you cry or scream that you weren’t? The panic you’d been shoving down the last few hours was beginning to weasel its way to the surface. You were running out of options and ideas on how you could help. What if Zoro was right? What if Kaya didn’t need you and you’d allowed yourself to be dragged into a story that wasn’t real?

The thought alone was enough to make you look at your best friend and the panic was replaced with guilt. The shame was enough to make the first sharp prick of tears threaten to spill free from your eyes. Usopp didn’t deserve your anger or your doubt. He may have told a lot of stories, but he was good. His heart was pure. You weren’t worried about whether or not you smiled at him if he could tell you were lying. You knew somehow Usopp would understand your frustration. 

“Yeah, Usopp everything is alright.” 

He side-eyed Zoro over your shoulder before he brought his attention back to the room. Clearing his throat, he looked over at Luffy and asked, “Luffy, isn’t there something you wanted to talk to Kaya about?”

“Ah, yes. Usopp tells me that you own the whole shipyard.” 

Kaya smiled gracefully in reply, before she looked away. A sadness creeping into her voice. 

“Well, actually, my parents founded the shipyard, and Merry’s been running the business since…well since they passed.” You watched as Luffy followed her words and glanced over to the man sitting at the table. A courtesy raise of his glass to salute the dead. For a split second, all the joy in Luffy was replaced by something that didn’t seem to fit. A melancholy that didn’t belong. “But all that’s about to change. At midnight tonight I will become sole owner.” 

“Ah well, that’s great because we want to buy a ship from you.”

Now this was the Luffy you’d grown to know. All smiles and cheerfulness like a rainbow as he lifted his champagne glass and took a sip. 

“I see,” Kaya responded in kind. “Usopp mentioned that you were sailors.” 

“Nope, not sailors. Pirates.” 

Your head spun sharply back in his direction. He seemed so happy about what he just said. Like it wasn’t the worst kind of omission that could get you all killed or arrested by the local Marines. Usopp definitely had a reason to be choking on his own drink. 

You glanced at Nami and back at Zoro and both of them, respectfully, looked worried as shit. 

“Pirates?”

“Yep. We haven’t sailed together for very long, but we have already defeated an evil clown, raided a marine base, and taken down a Marine captain with an axe for a hand!”

“Usopp, what is he talking about?” You whispered sharply over to him. 

Usopp was still covered in his own spit as he furiously tried to wipe it off. The worry evident in the fine creases in his forehead as he glanced around the room. 

“I don’t-“

“These sound a lot like your adventures, Usopp,” Kaya mentioned lovingly. 

“Yeah. It’s crazy.”

Kaya thought that Luffy was joking! While you were sure Luffy meant what he was saying you were also incredibly confused. Pirates weren’t nice. The ones you’d met a few times had forced Naan to help them. They’d been rough, mean, and downright nasty. Luffy was none of that. 

“Oh yeah, and we are just getting started!” Unexpectedly, Luffy stood up in his chair and began to stand on the table. 

“What are you doing?” Klahadore snapped as he came forth from the shadows. “Get down from there this instant!”

“Being a pirate has been my dream for as long as I can remember and I’m finally going to make it a reality. We are heading off to the grand line where even more adventures await us.” With an eager smile gracing his lips, drink in hand, Luffy began to walk his way down to where Kaya sat. “At the end of the journey I’m gonna find the ultimate treasure, the One Piece and become King of The Pirates.”

When he got to Kaya Luffy stopped and took one last sip of his drink before handing it off to Klahadore. You would honestly pay to have this moment replay in a time loop, it was so damn good. Besides the fact that, you know, they were pirates. 

“Kaya, you have a beautiful ship out there. A caravel with a sheep figurehead. It spoke to me. That is the ship we need to follow our dreams. I promise we will take care of it. Maintain it. Because a ship isn’t just a vessel; it’s also a home.” 

It felt like such a genuine moment. Luffy didn’t appear to be like every pirate you’ve ever met. They were usually selfish, ugly, and cruel men who found pleasure in others misfortunes or creating them themselves. Even now, after his confession, it wasn’t the vibe you got from Luffy, and that’s what made it all the more confusing. 

“That will be quite enough!” Your body gave a jump in surprise as Klahadore screamed. His body thundering over to stand next to Kaya. “I should’ve known Usopp would bring rift raft to our doorstep.”

“Klahadore it’s okay-“ 

Kaya tried to defend them, but a violent coughing fit cut her short. Usopp edged toward the end of his seat noticeably wanting to get up and go to her. The both of you knew if he made any moves right now, unfortunately, who knew what this butler would do. 

“Now look at what you’ve done. You’ve all upset Miss Kaya. I want you all out of here, at once!”

“No,” Kaya interjected. “Let them stay the night.” 

“Very well, Miss Kaya. But they are out of here first thing in the morning.” 

Stay the night? 

“Fuck,” you huffed under your breathe. 

You had no intention of staying in this manor with any of them. You turned to tell Usopp you should both head back and noticed the way his puppy dog eyes followed Kaya as Klahadore led her away. He wasn’t going to leave her and maybe that meant you shouldn’t either. 

“Well, that went well.”

Luffy really needed to learn to read the room. 

You waited for Buchi and Sham to follow after their master before you pushed back your chair and did your best not to trip on any of the tulle at your feet. You needed to get out of this dress immediately. It wasn’t because you were much of a fighter. No, that wasn’t you. However, you did enjoy running from danger and this dress made it damn near impossible. 

“Where are you going?” 

Luffy and his kaleidoscope of happiness. You wondered what it was like to always be so optimistic. 

“I am going back to my room and probably leaving.” 

“What?” Usopp turned to look at you. “Why are you leaving.”

“Yeah. What was all that holier than thou talk about helping her,” Zoro cut in. 

“Oh, what the hell does it matter to you, anyways?” You snapped. “First, you insult me for trying to help and now you insult me, again, for leaving.”

“Cowards give up when it gets hard.”

Was it physically possible to blow smoke out of your nose? It felt like it as your eyes narrowed in on him. He didn’t even have the decency to look at you. 

“Zoro, you got a real stick up your ass,” Nami huffed as she grabbed her glass and took a drink. 

“That’s not the real reason she wants to leave” he shot back, eyes on Nami. “Is it? It’s because she heard the word, “Pirates.” 

“That’s crazy,” Luffy laughed around the words. “We’re good guys.” 

“Pirates are not good guys,” you snapped at him. It was your turn to feel like an asshole as you looked between them. Luffy noticeably hurt. “I have met plenty of pirates when they came looking for Naan and her services. She hid me every single time, because she was scared of what they might do. If they would take me. Doctors are more valuable to pirates than gold. That was the lesson she taught me and I learned it well.”

“Pirates have been to Syrup Village?” 

Usopp didn’t seem to grasp the fact that they hadn’t come raiding and he’d have to ring the bell for real. No one knew how close pirates really were to Syrup Village. It was one of the reasons why Naan’s home was hidden so deep within the bamboo forest. 

“Yes, Usopp.”

You needed to get away. You were tired - drained - from feeling like you needed to apologize to them. You didn’t know what's real anymore and maybe you were being a coward. Maybe you were just tired of being wrong. 

With one last tug on the tulle, you moved away from the table and gave them one quick glance before you headed out towards the dining room doors. 

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It’d been over an hour since you’d made your less than graceful exit from the dining room. Even after getting back into the comfort of your own clothes, it didn’t keep the nagging feeling that you’d been an asshole from clawing its way to the surface. 

You had been an asshole. 

You’d been pacing the confines of your suite chewing on your nails until you were positive you must have gnawed them into dust. There was no denying Kaya’s home was beautiful. It was everything you could imagine money could buy in the form of creature comforts, but there was no happiness within its walls. 

The room you’d been given was more than what you and Naan lived in now. When you’d first been shown inside, you’d felt silly having all this space and having no idea what to do with it. It was all lovely. From the four poster bed with intricate wooden detailing to the velvet curtains that ran the length of the wall that held a window overlooking the garden. The wallpaper, you were positive, held gold within its designs. 

It wasn’t the fanciest, but you would take your small home with Naan then stay in a place like this. Speaking of home…

It would be so easy for you to turn tail and run. To go out the front door and never come back but what would you tell Naan? That you never got to see Kaya? That you were unnecessarily rude to a group of people who’d been nothing but friendly (except one) all because their captain called them pirates? 

Coward. That’s what Zoro called you. The worst part was maybe he wasn’t wrong. So, ninety-five percent of your plan had gone to shit. You at least still had five percent of it. 

Neither Luffy, Nami, or Zoro did anything that warranted your hasty judgment, and nothing they did reflected what you’d been exposed to all your life. What you hated the most was that you could feel the need for an apology brewing in your gut, and if you didn’t do it you would never get any sleep. 

After you’d gotten dressed and strapped on much more comfortable shoes, you made your way out of your room and back inside the maze of hallways. You were closing in on the main corridor when the sound of a door opening made you stop in your tracks. 

What if it was Sham? You prepared yourself to see her unpleasant face when orange hair wrapped in an orange designed bandanna crept out into the hall. 

“Nami?”

She startled as you called her name and turned to face you. The sound of clanking caught your attention and your eyes followed the sound to a very filled pillowcase in her right hand. 

You quirked an eyebrow as you asked, “Doing some spring cleaning?”

You watched as her usual friendly demeanor changed into squared shoulders and eyes filled with defiance. It made you feel like you were about to embark on a fight you didn’t realize you were having. 

“You want to hurl some more generic insults my way? Tell me how much of a bad person I am-“

Now you were raising your hands up but not in surrender. It was an attempt to quiet her down. You’d already been berating yourself about words, and the power they held to equally heal or destroy someone. How many times had Naan chastised you about being reckless with your words? Reminding you that the things spoken can be enough to heal or mend hearts and bodies, but can also easily break them. 

“A healer is more than just someone mending a body, girl. Sometimes we heal by listening. Giving dying men the forgiveness they seek.” 

And here you were slinging verbal canon balls at these people. 

I’m such an asshole

“Nami! Nami! While I hundred percent deserve that, it’s not what I was going to do.” She didn’t seem like she believed you in the slightest. That was fair. “I was actually on my way to try and find you guys.”

“Why? So, you could tell us some more about how you hate pirates?”

“Okay. That’s fair.”

“Oh, I think that’s more than fair. You are not the only one who hates pirates or holds the lottery for the shittest interactions with them.”

Again, your hands were up. Why did this have to feel like you were with a lion inside of a cage? One wrong move and you were sure she was going to bite your head off. 

“I never said that, ok? Did I have a shit reaction to finding out that you were pirates? Yes. That’s why I’m here. I came to apologize to all of you. You defended me tonight at dinner. You didn’t have to do that.”

All the anger that swirled in the gray of her irises began to soften. Good. At least she was no longer looking ready to turn you into literal sashimi. 

“Yeah, we’ll, she was acting like a real bitch.”

“Agreed,” you hummed, “but that’s beside the point. You didn’t have to say anything but you did and how did I repay that? By being an asshole so on that note: Nami, I’m sorry.”

Why was she just staring? You thought your heart was going to explode out of your chest at any minute. Nami wasn’t smiling or appeared angry or upset. She was completely stone faced and you were desperately trying not to fidget. 

“I think that’s the first time anyone’s apologized to me before.” 

“That sucks.”

God, you really did have a way with words. Nami was equally as shocked at your bluntness, but in a way that sent a warm smile to lift the edges of your lips. Nami sputtered out a laugh as she placed her hands on her hips. The motion and sound of clinking whatever was in there reminding you both that she was currently doing something illegal. 

“Are you going to say anything? Report me to Klahadore?” 

Even just the sound of his name was enough to drop the smile from your face. A sneer replacing it as you replied, “God no. I’d rather just let you steal than say anything to that jackal.”

“You and the waitstaff seem to be big fans of each other,” Nami teased. 

It earned her a laugh as you looked down the hallway. Just to be safe since you were both equally unwanted in the manor and, well, Nami had a pillowcase full of the house goodies. 

“I suppose you could say that.”

You stuck your hand between you both and waited patiently for her to take it. Nami regarded your hand like it belonged to a sea monster. 

“Friends?”

“I don’t have any friends.”

Her words were soft and direct. As if she’d come to terms with being alone for a while now. You didn’t pull your hand away and let it fall back to your side. You kept it suspended between the two of you, and patiently waited for her to feel comfortable enough to take it. 

“Well, at least now you’ll know you have one in Syrup village.” 

A spark of something ignited in her eyes and whatever it was your words made her think of, it wasn’t something happy. When a small smile curled her lips it didn’t reach her eyes. They stayed distant; mourning something you may never be made aware of. 

You felt your breath catch in your throat as Nami reached out her hand and gently grabbed yours. You waited to secure your fingers around her hand, just in case she had second thoughts. When she didn’t pull away you allowed yourself to fully smile at her, which earned you one back. 

“Where were you headed to, anyways?”

You both released each other, and you started slowly moving around her to get to the corridor. 

“I was going to look around for Luffy. I need to apologize to him too.”

“Check the kitchen. If you’re going to find him anywhere it’s going to be in there.”

“Thank you. You just saved me some time. See you later, Nami.”

You were a few feet away when she called your name. You turned halfway to see her still standing in the same spot you’d left her. 

“Are you going to apologize to Zoro?”

“I’m still debating,” you answered truthfully.

You aren’t sure what Nami expected you to say, but apparently that hadn’t been it. She immediately erupted into laughter as she turned and headed to the next room. 

You really hoped she wasn’t going to get caught by Klahadore or anyone else. You were positive it would get him all riled up and send him screeching for the marines to come. Maybe even throw in some insults, because that was just the kind of man he was. 

It took you longer than you wanted to locate the kitchen and you were considering bringing it up to Kaya about putting signs up around the manor. Ones that let you know with arrows which way to go. Why was it so easy to get lost in such a big house? You were still trying to come up with a way to bring up that little suggestion when you heard Usopp’s voice coming from the kitchen. Usopp was there too? Your curiosity spurred you forward - almost at a sprint - until you heard another voice grumble from the kitchen. 

“You don’t think she like - like likes me, do you?”

What kind of conversation were you walking into? You rounded the corner to find Usopp and Zoro staring at one another. Usopp looked hopeful while Zoro regarded him with as much emotion as a rock. 

“You’re asking the wrong guy.”

“I would second that, Usopp.”

At the sound of your voice all eyes turned to you. 

“Doc! Hey! What brings you to the kitchen?” 

Luffy sounded like his usual happy-go-lucky self. He didn’t seem to be holding a grudge or feelings about what had happened only an hour ago between you. All Luffy seemed to care about was the leftover appetizers and being amongst friends. 

How could you ever think he was anything like other pirates? 

His cheerfulness was contagious and soon you found yourself making your way around to the stairs. Luffy waves you down to join him with an appetizer in hand. 

“You didn’t seem to eat at the dinner. You should try some of these. They’re delicious!”

“Are you sure there is any left?”

“Oh, I have some in my pockets if you want those.” 

He really was digging through his pocket to pull out some appetizers. You didn’t know why it surprised you so much but you couldn’t keep your laughter from bubbling to the surface. 

“It’s okay, Luffy. I appreciate your willingness to share, but I’ll pass for now.” 

“You sure? These are really good!” 

Just to prove his point, Luffy popped whatever he pulled from his pocket into his mouth. His fingers noticeably tinted with a pink hue from it melting. 

“Pretty sure.” 

You snagged a stool on the opposite side of Luffy, which unfortunately kept you on the same side as Zoro. Who was actively staring daggers into your skull. 

“I actually came to find you so I could apologize.” 

“Apologize?”

“For how I acted at dinner.”

“Where’s my apology?” 

Zoro’s husky voice cut through your good mood and instantly made you bitter. You turned in your seat to look at him, who was opening and closing drawers every two seconds. 

“I’m still debating on if you deserve one.” 

Zoro had been opening his next set of cupboard doors when he stopped short. His head tilting the slightest to glance at you over your shoulder. You waited for him to make another smart ass comment and when it didn’t come, well, color you surprised. All you got was a tick of his jaw before he turned back to opening and shutting doors. 

“What is he doing?” You asked Usopp. 

“He’s looking for something to drink,” Luffy offered up in between his next bite.

Where the hell did he find a chicken leg? You fixed yourself to sit more comfortably on the stool and placed your satchel on the table. You looked between the three men again and remembered what it was they’d been talking about before. 

“So, what were you guys talking about?” 

Usopp scratched the back of his neck and looked anywhere but at you. What was making him so nervous? You’d been friends since you were kids. There literally couldn’t be anything that embarrassing-

“Usopp is in love with Kaya and wanted to know if we think she’s in love with him too.”

Luffy happily continued to eat the chicken that you still couldn’t figure out where it came from. Usopp, on the other hand, looked like his soul was about to leave his body. 

“Sounds about right.”

Your response must have been a shock to Usopp because that’s exactly how he looked. His hand was still nervously fidgeting with his bandana. 

“You know?”

You rolled your eyes as you looked around the kitchen island. Maybe you were starting to feel a little bit hungry.

“Usopp, even Naan knows how you feel about Kaya. She called it like two years ago.” 

You were still looking for something to eat when Luffy slid a plate with chicken thighs and legs between you. They smelled wonderful and the skin was perfectly crisp. It was garnished with what might have been green onion or chive. 

“If you guys are going to talk about feelings I’m seriously going to need a drink.”

“Shocker.”

The few steps Zoro took came to an abrupt end just a few feet from you. You had a piece of chicken thigh between your lips as you made eye contact with his award-winning brooding face. There was a millisecond, as you both looked at each other, that you wondered if he would’ve replied. 

“There’s a wine cellar down in the basement.” 

“Why didn’t you mention that before?”

Usopp opened and closed his mouth. While he was unsure of what to say, you felt like you had plenty. Usopp didn’t waste another second as he grabbed his satchel off the island and started leading Zoro up the stairs. 

“Luffy, you coming?” 

“No, you go ahead. I’m going to sit with Doc for a while.” 

They were walking on the opposite walkway, high up enough to look down at both of you. Zoro glanced over his shoulder at the both of you and it took every last ounce of control on your body not to stick your tongue out at him. 

How odd it was that you felt like you could actually breathe now that he was gone. Sure, you knew you should say sorry to him and, realistically, him calling you a coward was part of the reason you’d stayed. Did you ever want to share that information with him? Hell no. 

The man was already insufferable enough. You didn’t need to add to it. 

The sound of Luffy’s chair scraping against the floor brought you back to where your attention was needed: Luffy. Not Zoro’s retreating back. 

Why did he have to look good from both sides?

Shaking your head to bring you back to why you came there in the first place, you watched as Luffy went back to walking around the kitchen. He kept searching until he came across a bronze pot that was left on the stove. When he lifted the lid you could see the neon blue hue of Kaya’s soup from where you sat. 

“What are you doing?”

Luffy turned with the large pot in hand and walked back over to the table. He looked like a child who’d gotten lost in a chocolate factory. 

“Eating.” 

You felt your brows enter your hairline and possibly the ceiling as you watched Luffy bring the pot to his lips, and begin to gulp the contents down. 

“Are you seriously going to eat all of that?”

He took a few rather large gulps before he set the pot down to look at you. A blue mustache formed on his upper lip. 

“Soup isn’t my usual choice, but it’s not half bad.”

You tried to shake the smile off your face but failed miserably. 

“You know, you don’t need to apologize. I understand being protective of the people you care about.”

The change in topics was giving you mental whiplash. Luffy regarded you with a softness you hadn’t expected. Underneath was that playfulness you’d grown accustomed to, but it was submerged under something serious. Or as serious as Luffy could be. It was the softness you hadn’t expected, however, and you quickly looked down at your hands. 

“Naan raised me to admit when I’m wrong, and I was wrong, Luffy.”

“You talk about your Naan a lot.”

“I have a lot of respect for her. She didn’t have to take me in, teach me what she knows, but she did. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to repay her.” 

Luffy regarded you coolly as he picked up the pot and took another giant gulp. His mouth was getting bluer by the minute.

“I’m sure she appreciates you helping her, but I don’t think she’d want to keep you from your dream.”

“I don’t have a dream.”

“Everybody has a dream. Mine is to be King of the pirates. Now you say yours.” 

Luffy was right. Everyone has a dream. Just not all of them were attainable. There were realistic dreams and unrealistic ones and yours had to be classified under the latter. Luffy’s too. 

But who was to say dreams weren’t attainable if you weren’t willing to strive for them? 

You inhaled sharply, your words exhaling in rush. 

“I want to be one of the world’s greatest doctors. I want to help people. Not just humans, but fishmen and people who have eaten Devil fruits. Their physiology is so changed that no one knows what happens when they get certain wounds.” 

“That’s great because I ate the gum gum fruit.”

How could anyone just casually chug an entire pot of soup? Or openly share that kind of information. 

“I’m sorry, what was that? Did you just say you ate a Devil fruit?”

“Yup. It turned my body into rubber.”

“I have so many questions.”

“It’s a long story.”

His words came out slurred; as if they sat heavy on his tongue and made it impossible to speak. You watched as he blinked slowly to try and clear his vision and when that didn’t work he went to stand and immediately stumbled backwards. 

“Luffy!”

Your body immediately launched itself over the table. You didn’t care that your clothes were covered in a rainbow assortment of food. By the time you’d already made it to his side of the table, Luffy fell back against a cabinet. His body sliding limp to the floor. 

“Luffy! What's wrong? Can you tell me what you’re feeling?”

He was obviously lethargic. His pupils blown wide and unable to focus. It sounded like he was trying to answer your previous question, but his tongue had swollen up making none of it audible. You barely reached him before he completely crumbled to the floor. Your hands dove underneath his arms until you pulled him into a bear hug. 

Luffy was too damn heavy. If you kept holding him you would end up in a heap together on the floor. With as much strength as you could muster you tried to hoist him onto the table. 

“Zoro! Usopp!”

As you pulled him up onto the table, you heard countless silverware and plates crashing to the floor. There was so much commotion surely someone would have to come investigate. You didn’t have time to wait to see if anyone did. After you had him laid out as good as you were going to get him, you rushed over to his head. You pulled up his eyelid and watched as his eye rolled up inside his head. 

“Damn it! Zoro! Usopp! Where the fuck are you guys!”

The panic in your voice was tittering on hysteria. You wanted to scream. You definitely were going to start crying if your brain didn’t get it together. Luffy needed you. 

You placed two fingers on the artery in his neck. His pulse fluttered against your fingertips and with each beat felt slower than the last. Drawing your hands back you noticed the slight foam that was forming at the corners of his mouth and - “Poison.” 

Your eyes zoned in on the now empty pot. Luffy had eaten all of it and whatever was inside was enough to make its effects be instantaneous. It was the same soup they’d given to Kaya. The same color as her tea. 

“Son of a bitch!” 

They’d been poisoning her this whole time. The only reason she didn’t drop dead in front of them was because she’d never even taken a bite. Every time Usopp told you stories about Klahadore, Buchi, and Sham it always felt off. None of it ever added up and now, now you know why. 

Those bastards had been trying to kill her this whole time. 

A soft groan huffed from Luffy bringing you back to the very important present. Why hadn’t anyone answered you? It didn’t matter. You needed to help Luffy - Kaya - before it was too late. 

“Luffy, I have to go back to Naan’s. I can’t carry you out of here or we won’t make it. I promise I’ll be back. I’m going to save you. I’m going to save Kaya.” 

With one last look at Luffy, you tightened the strap on your satchel and bolted for the nearest exit. 

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Your lungs were screaming with every breath you took and your muscles burning, threatening to collapse, as you pushed forward. You couldn’t afford to stop running. Not since you left the front door of Kaya’s house. The last time you saw Luffy glued itself to your retinas and refused to let go. A constant reminder that no matter how much your body wanted to give up, you couldn’t let it. 

Luffy and Kaya were counting on you. 

By the time you passed through the town and started up the hill behind the tree line to Naan’s you were running on fumes. It was probably the reason why you not so gracefully barreled through the front door. Your legs wobble to a shaky halt as you attempt to walk them over to the cupboard that held every tonic known to man.  

“Naan! Naan, I need help, please!” 

Your voice cracked and melted into the old boards of the house. You were still struggling to catch a breath as you opened the doors to the cupboard. Everything about you felt unstable. Your hands shook as they moved around the bottles, almost toppling them over and threatening to make a bigger mess of your night. 

“What in the hell is going on down here?”

Naan’s voice crocked with sleep but her words were full of fire. She was pissed you woke her up, but it was all for a damn good reason. The dim light from her candle grew brighter as she advanced down the stairs. 

“Naan, I’m down here. Please, I need your help.”

You rushed to the stars to wait to help her down the rest of the way. The minute she grabbed your hands to help her down, you moved to take her toward the cabinet but she held on tight. She wasn’t budging until you looked at her. She called your name repeatedly to get you to look at her. Why wouldn’t you look at her? 

The overwhelming feeling of failure was crashing in on you. You’d known. You knew, in the pit of your stomach, that something wasn’t right with them. You should have fought harder. You could’ve done more and now, now Luffy was dying of a poison Kaya ingested for years and Nami, Usopp, and even Zoro were in danger. 

A sob tore its way out from your throat, through your lips, and ended in a guttural scream. 

“What in the hell is happening, child?”

“Naan,” you sobbed. “Naan, Luffy has been poisoned-“

“Poisoned?”

“With the same stuff they’ve been giving Kaya for years. Kaya has slowly been poisoned and she’s going to die. We need to help her. I need to help them Naan, please.”

You weren’t sure when it happened. When you were no longer supporting Naan but she was supporting you. Her paper thin hands held your face gently as her thumbs smoothed your tears down. She made you follow her breathing until your breaths were even and slow. Only then did she begin to talk to you. 

“Do you know what kind he ingested?” 

Fuck. 

“No, I-“

Naan held her hand up to stop you. With one hand still supporting her weight on your arm, she came off the last step and moved towards the cabinet you’d massacred. You knew Naan had noticed it too when a displeased click of her tongue filled the silence in the room. 

“If you don’t know what it is, it could be tricky. I can give you what I have, but you are going to need to examine them both before you give them anything. Give them the wrong one, and it will kill them as quickly as the poison will.”

Naan calmly went through each bottle. She knew by heart where everything would be. Just like she could blindly feel through ingredients or measure it without actually measuring it. She turned around with five bottles clutched in her hands and shuffled her way back over to you. She motioned for you to open your satchel and placed them one-by-one carefully inside. 

“I don’t know if you should be doing this.” 

For the first time, you heard the waiver in her voice. She watched as you secure your satchel closed; her eyes trained to the worn leather before she looked back at you. You weren’t expecting her to look so scared. It was your turn to place your hands on her shoulders and give them a soft squeeze. 

“You’ve always taught me there is no greater service in life than to serve others. I can’t let them die, Naan.” 

“I know,” she smiled sadly. The worry made the wrinkles more severe than before. “It’s just…be careful. Please.”

With another squeeze you did your best to smile at her, to reassure her, before you stepped back. 

“I’ll be back, Naan. Don’t you worry.” 

You didn’t know that for sure. There was a chance Klahadore or Buchi would spot you before you made it back to Luffy. Who knew what they were doing to everyone while you were here. 

With that uncertainty of what could happen stewing in your chest, you leaned forward quickly and planted a kiss on Naan’s cheek before you bolted out the door. This time, your body was prepared for the brutal run back to the manor. You were almost to the edge of town when the bell rang out in warning and moments later the sound of Usopp’s, “The pirates are here!” Ringing out. 

At the sound of his voice, you allowed yourself a moment to thank the universe that he was okay. You wanted to stop and turn back to the village. To find Usopp and ask him just to come back with you and the two of you would figure it out together. 

Luffy didn’t have that kind of time. 

With that truth taking over your thought, you began to pick up the pace. You had a captain to save. 

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The front of the manor was beginning to be covered in the fog that was rolling in from the ocean. This was hands down the creepiest you had ever seen the Manor. It was giving definite horror vibes. The worst part? Even from this far you could see the damn pirate shutters were enabled. 

“Fuck!” You screamed. 

How in the hell were you going to get inside to help them? Those things were heavy and meant to be impenetrable. There was no way you were going to be able to break it down with a few kicks. 

“Think,” you huffed, as your hand slid across your face. 

What options did you have? You could go back to find Usopp, but there was a high chance you’d only end up missing each other in passing. You couldn’t just go up to the front door and knock. Not unless, you know, you wanted to die. 

You were pacing back and forth when a very loud grunt echoed from the well. 

You hadn’t read many horror novels, but the ones you had read, well, this was giving haunted zombie island vibes. You wish you could claim to be unafraid, but when the grunt came again, this time closer and louder than the last, you knew you’d be lying. 

So, why were you ever so slowly edging your way towards the well? Curiosity did always kill the cat. Right when you finally got to the edge of the stone, you exhaled to prepare yourself to look over. 

Who knows, maybe it was just your imagination overreacting. Right when you went to glance over the side, a hand smacked its way over the top and you felt your soul evacuate your body. A few seconds later, green hair popped over the top that sat on top of a familiar face, but your brain was stuck in fear mode, so when Zoro asked, “Doc?” The only response he’d gotten was your fist connecting with his face. 

“What the fuck!”

His scream echoed into the well. You could hear him slipping and knew it was because you’d shoved your knuckles into his cheekbone. Just as he was about to slip, you launched yourself over the side to grab a hold of his arm. 

“What the fuck!” Zoro shouted up at you. 

“I’m sorry, okay! I thought you were a zombie and oh my god is that a fucking body?!”

You almost let Zoro go as your eyes focused on what looked like very real feet attached to very real legs. 

“Yeah. It’s that Merry, guy.”

Zoro grunted as he tried to find purchase for the foot that had slipped. You were struggling to hold him up and each time his foot slipped it seemed to tug you down with him. 

“For fuck’s sake, what are you made of bricks?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, is my weight inconveniencing you? If it wasn’t for you I would be out already,” Zoro  growled out each word.

“I said I was sorry, okay! What more do you want?”

You move your hand further down until you reach his elbow. At first, it seemed like a solid plan. Strategically, it was a better option to give you more leverage in helping pull him up. The reality of it was Zoro was sweaty - very sweaty - from climbing about twenty-feet up the inside of a well. The minute your hand clamped down on the lubricated skin, it slipped free. 

When he started to come loose from your hands you expected him to scream. All you saw was a grimace as his back slammed into the wall of the well and a glare that could give death a run for his money. 

“Just pull me up already and stop screwing around.” 

“I am trying but you are a hefty, hefty man,” you stated with each word strained. 

Okay. You needed to get serious. You’d allowed his weight to lift your feet off the ground. You swung them back until you could get your toes pressed against the River rock of the well. Your heels were still slightly lifted in the air, but you knew this could work in your favor. You took in a deep breath and began to lean back as hard as you could. It may not have been super comfortable, but it was pulling him up enough that you could hear his boot finally find the footing it needed. 

“Okay, you can let go now. I said you can let go-!”

You fully intended to let go. Whatever Zoro had done to help launch himself out, mixed with your pulling, sent you falling backwards. 

With Zoro landing directly on top of you. 

His weight mixed in with the fall knocked your breath clean out of your lungs. You were trying to get your lungs to expand by letting your body relax so you attempted to think of soothing things. The night sky and her stars were looking incredible tonight. It was the clearest you’d seen them in a while. Too bad it was on a night like tonight. 

Zoro slowly lifted his head up from your shoulder, his arms on either side of you, until you were both face-to-face. Suddenly, it felt like the air was knocked out of you all over again. 

His skin still held a sheen from his previous excretion of climbing. The edges of his hair was damp with sweat giving him a look that reminded you of when you’d run into him earlier wet from his shower. It shouldn’t have made him look this damn good. 

You were painfully aware that he was still between your legs. Zoro was close enough you could feel his stomach extend with each heavy breath he took. Could easily count the freckles that endless days in the sun had kissed on his skin. His lips were parted, eyes scanning your face, and for one devious miscalculation of judgment, you wanted to fist your fingers in his shirt and pull him towards you to see if his lips were as soft as you imagined. 

Nope. Nooooope!

That moment was enough to bring you crashing back to reality. Plus, Luffy. Kaya. 

You smack his chest for good measure. Just to let him know you meant it when you said, “Are you trying to crush me to death? Get off me!” 

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” he grunted. 

Once he was up, you expected him to stick his hand out to help you up. Instead, he was already walking in the opposite direction of what appeared to be away from the house. 

“Hey! Where are you going?”

You scrambled up from your spot and hurried to try and catch up with him. Your hands rearranging your satchel to make sure your bottles weren’t crushed. 

“I’m going back to the house.”

“Yeah, so am I but the house is back this way.”

Zoro stopped for a split second to look behind you before deciding what you offered was wrong. 

“How about we split up and figure out who was right?”

“Fat chance, Mosshead.”

You fell into step beside him and you were positive if Zoro could’ve, he would’ve thrown you down the well. Just to make sure you stayed away from him. If this was a different time, one where you didn’t just pull him from a well where a dead body was, Luffy wasn’t poisoned, and Kaya and Nami were in danger you would have steered clear of him. So, unlucky for you both, you were newfound partners in unfortunate crime. 

Neither of you spoke a word as you continued to walk down the path. You were pretty sure that Zoro was sending you the wrong way. You were two seconds away from telling him he was most definitely wrong, and you’d been most definitely right, until you both observed something up ahead. 

Was that marines? And were they carrying- “Luffy,” you said in a hush tone. 

Zoro saw it too. Two marines were carrying his limp body between them until he launched himself forward and began vomiting in the trees. It shouldn’t be possible. Poison when ingested - by anyone - was fatal. Even with as much vomiting he was doing it shouldn’t be possible. And yet, you saw it happening. 

It has to be the Devil fruit…

Zoro waved for you to hide inside the bamboo but you brushed him off. As quietly as you could, you reached down and grabbed a fallen bamboo branch. You made sure you had a good grip on the bottom as you made your way quietly forward. 

They were arguing between themselves. One of them with an extremely terrible haircut was holding a gun to the other with glasses and back to Luffy. The two spare marines were just standing watching and-

With as much force as you could muster, you smacked the one on the left on the side of his head. Zoro just used his fist for the other one. At the sound of their bodies falling, bad haircut turned around and when he saw Zoro walking towards him he turned sheet white. 

“Zoro!” Luffy called happily as he got to his feet. “And Doc?” 

You scratched the back of your head as you watched Zoro knock out bad haircut in one punch. 

“Yeah. I came back to rescue you. Surprise,” you joked, throwing your hands up in mock celebration. 

“Thanks. Come on. We need to get back to the house.”

Without another word, Luffy pressed between you and started making his way back towards the house. You side-eyed Zoro to see if he was paying attention, because Luffy had just proven you were right. You opened your mouth to tease him when a soft shout of Luffy’s name sent you all turning to see who it was.

They stood in front of you - pale as moonlight - and a little frightened with black rimmed circle glasses and pink hued hair. You weren’t sure who they were but all you needed to know was that they knew Luffy by name. 

“Koby, I know you got a job to do. But I’m going to go back and help my friends. Don’t try and stop me.” 

Yup. Luffy was officially the most polite pirate you’d ever met. 

Koby gave Luffy the smallest of nods. A silent affirmation that he wouldn’t be following suit. You had so many questions about what happened between everyone tonight and would make sure to ask later. If given the chance. 

Adjusting his hat back on his head, Luffy turned and started sprinting down the path. Zoro gave you one last look before he ran after him with his hands securely holding onto his swords. A soft groan left you as your feet padded along like the little engine that could. 

“Ugh, why are we doing more running? I hate running.” 

No one answered you and that was fine. You were going to need as much air as you could trying to keep up with the two of them. 

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Zoro and Luffy were at the door when you came up. The two of them looked at the giant metal shudder. You were ready to tell them there wasn’t going to be any other way inside the house when Zoro bent down on one knee and worked his fingers underneath. 

“That’s not going to work.”

Luffy turned to you with a wide smile. 

“You don’t know Zoro.”

As if on queue, Zoro let out a grunt and began to push the shudder up. No way. It shouldn’t have been possible for him to even remotely lift it an inch. Usopp told you hundreds of times that pirate shudders were over six-hundred pounds of metal. They were meant to withstand canon balls and here Zoro was lifting it to his waist. 

Luffy grabbed a statue and placed it underneath the shudder allowing Zoro to let go, and kick the double doors open. Luffy wasted no time in bending down and looking inside to make sure they could enter without interruption. When he was sure it was clear, he moved inside and Zoro shortly followed. Luffy went to shut the doors when you quickly moved inside. 

“Doc, I think you should wait outside.”

“Fuck that,” you seethed. “These are my friends too, Luffy. I’m not leaving until I know they’re safe.”

Why was he smiling? 

“Alright, but we split up. Cover more ground that way.”

Neither of them wasted any time taking off in their respective directions. It wasn’t until they were gone that you realized you didn’t have a clue where to go and what were you supposed to do if you found them.

You let out a huff of air that ended in a raspberry as you decided to go down the opposite side of the corridor than Zoro. You may not have any abilities from eating Devil fruit or be insanely good with swords, but you did have your wits. Yeah. That’s what was going to save you. Wits. 

Maybe you could just go back to the kitchen and see if the pot was still there. If it was, you’d have a chance to  get samples of what Buchi had laced inside the soup. In Kaya’s tea. God, just thinking about it pissed you off all over again. 

If the house felt eerily quiet before, it felt even worse now. All signs of life were completely drained from the halls to the point your own breathing felt too loud in the large space. You were tempted to make noise, to call out for Zoro like playing a game of Marco Polo. Probably wouldn’t have been one of your best ideas in a house full of homicidal waitstaff. 

When you got to the kitchen you made a quick note that the bronze pot in question was missing. Of course they wouldn’t have kept it. It was evidence of a plot they’d spent three years perfecting, but you just needed to search to be sure. 

Quickly, you made your way around to the stairs and into the step down of the kitchen. Someone had done the dishes. It was all gone. You tried not to allow the bitterness of that thought to settle, but damn if it wasn’t hard. How were you going to be able to know what treatment to start giving Kaya if you didn’t have anything to base it off? 

You looked around the kitchen one last time when the sounds of fighting erupted somewhere in the distance. It could be Luffy or Zoro. Hell, it could be one of the other three too. Either way, it didn’t matter who it was. You were going to help them. 

First things first…

You looked quickly around the kitchen. There wasn’t much in the way of weapons that were going to strike fear in the hearts of anyone. You saw a tiny pot that was sitting on the sink counter and rushed forward to grab it by the handle. As soon as you knew you had it, you bolted back up the stairs and towards the main lobby. 

The closer you got the more intense the fighting became. Swords. Those definitely sounded like swords, which meant it was Zoro fighting, but also someone else with swords. And here you were bringing a pot to a sword fight.

You weren’t given a chance to backtrack on your choice of weapon. The minute you came out from the French double doors that lead back into the foray of the house, you watched as Zoro fought off Buchi and Sham. 

You never saw a real swordsman or met one for that matter. It wasn’t like Syrup village was brimming with up and coming anything, really, but as you watched Zoro effortlessly move between blocking and attacking you were willing to bet no one compared to him. 

You were so caught up in gawking that you weren’t aware that Buchi and Sham were made aware of your presence until they hissed at you. Hissing? Really? You could feel a smart ass comment brewing, but now didn’t seem like the appropriate time to say it. Buchi was who turned on you first with Sham still attacking Zoro. She had her back to you, and when she came up from a missed swing you rushed forward and launched the small pot at the back of her head. 

The sound of it connecting with its intended target resonated through the room. Sham’s head was as hollow as you thought. 

Everything slowed down for a second as you all waited to see what would happen. Luckily for you, the result was Sham falling face first into the hardwood completely passed out. 

“Holy shit. It worked! Zoro, did you see that!” 

“You little bitch!” 

How the hell did you forget about Buchi? He came stomping towards you causing the floor to shake as he did. You were getting ready to bolt in the opposite direction when Zoro jumped in the way. You took that as your queue to move. 

You dashed toward where Sham’s body had fallen and kicked away her sword and - wait, was that a broom handle? You no longer felt embarrassed about using a pot. 

Taking hold of the unconscious Sham, you began to move her more towards the front door. Zoro finished with Buchi with ease and knocked him unconscious. It didn’t dawn on you that something was different about him until he dragged Buchi over to where you’d placed Sham. Zoro was wearing a black bandana. And no, you did not notice how the veins in his arms were very much showing. 

“We should get some rope to tie them up.”

“Good idea.” 

By the time everyone made it down, Buchi and Sham had regained consciousness and you and Zoro were sitting far apart. 

There was no denying when you saw them all come down the stairs, a relief so intense flooded your veins and soaked into your bones. When Usopp hugged you, you allowed yourself to hug him back just a little bit tighter. 

A part of you knew that the adventures of yesterday would come to an end back in the shipyard. It would end with Kaya giving Luffy that ship he’d so lovingly given his speech for, and more so knew Luffy would ask Usopp to go with him. 

It was Usopp’s dream - his real dream. Part of that dream was experiencing the freedom that the sea offered, just like his dad did. How could you ever ask someone you considered your friend - your best friend - to stay just because you weren’t ready to part with them? No. Usopp deserved adventures as grand as his stories.

While he’d been talking to Kaya you’d taken the opportunity to slip away. It’s not that you weren’t happy for him, because you were. The idea of not having him around anymore, however, began to dig a hole in your soul. So, you went to the one place that always mended it. 

You were sitting with Naan at the kitchen table folding linens with water boiling on the stove and ingredients beside it. You were still waiting for Kaya to come by so you could perform an assessment. Before you could treat her, you would have to find out how extensive the damage was, and what would be the best form of treatment. 

“So, Usopp’s going to be going, then?” 

You didn’t expect Naan to sound sad. While she wasn’t mean like the rest of the village, she most definitely was not a fan of rising early just to hear the bell and the yelling. 

“Yeah. They should already be out to sea.” 

You were folding your next set of linens when Naan reached out and gently took your hand in hers. The act stops you from finishing the next fold. 

“It’s all going to work out the way that it should, child.”

“I know, Naan.”

A knock on the door rescued you from having to continue whatever talk was brewing in Naan. It saved you from more than likely crying like a baby on her shoulder too. You got up from your chair and made your way over to the door when another knock came seconds before you reached it. 

“Kaya, I’m coming! God, are rich people always so impatient?”

When you swung the door open, you hadn’t expected to find Luffy there smiling or the rest of the crew waiting behind him. Kaya was plainly missing from the group. 

“Who is it, child?” 

You felt too dumbfounded to speak. Why were they here? 

“It’s alright, Naan,” you called over your shoulder, eyes still glued to Luffy. “It’s just Luffy.”

“Luffy?”

“Straw hat.”

The sound of her chair sliding back against the wood was what tore your gaze away. You looked back to find Naan struggling to get to her cane with her left hand holding her weight up by the table. You moved back from the entrance, waving him in as you rushed over to grab her cane and hand it to her. 

“What are you guys doing here? I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“We were about to head out when the strangest thing happened.” You crossed your arms as you listened to Luffy. The cliff hanger his words left you on threatened to drop fresh anxiety into your gut. “I turned to get my crew onboard and realized my doctor was missing.” 

“What?” You breathed. 

“That’s you.”

You closed your eyes for a split second as you tried to collect your thoughts. 

“Luffy, I wouldn’t make a good pirate.”

“You don’t have to be. Just like with Usopp, I saw what you did. The way you fought to protect people. I need you in my crew.” 

You dropped your arms as you turned to regard Naan. The way her body leaned heavily on the cane. Her once strong body was becoming more frail by the day. You couldn’t leave her. 

You swallowed hard before you replied, “Luffy, that is a splendid offer. One I don’t think anyone could pass up but I can’t leave.”

“Why the hell not?” Naan fired off. 

“Naan-“

“And if you say it’s because of me, just remember you aren’t too old for me to throttle you with my cane.” 

She finally pushed her hip from the side of the table and waddled over to the rack that held your satchel. Naan reached up and pulled it down, turning slowly until you came back into view, and tossed the satchel in your direction. 

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? You know, for being smart you sure can be dumb sometimes.” 

Your eyes looked down at the satchel in your hands. You rubbed the worn leather with your thumbs as you remembered her giving you this very bag on your thirteenth birthday. The pricks of tears came unannounced and most definitely unwanted a few moments later. It made you terrified to look up. For her to see that saying goodbye might kill a piece of you, you’d never get back. 

You’d never get her back either. 

“Naan-“ You tried to speak but your voice cracked around her name. “Who is going to take care of you if I’m gone?”

A tsk of disbelief shot from her lips. Both her hands now came to rest on top of the cane as she regarded you coolly. 

“I’ve been an old woman for a long time now. I think I can manage without you.”

“See - it’s settled,” Luffy began. “You are welcome to join our crew and that way you don’t have to give up on your dream.”

He remembered? 

How silly that question was. He was Monkey D. Luffy. Of course, he was going to remember. Glancing down at the satchel in your hands once more you allowed yourself to debate one last time before you grabbed the strap and placed it over your shoulder. 

Before you took that first step towards the door, you turned one last time to Naan and took one of her hands in yours. You tried to tell yourself you wouldn’t cry. You never cried, but the first tear slid down your face and called you a liar.

“Please, take care Naan. You’ve done so much for me, my whole life. If it wasn’t for you I don’t know where I would be.” 

“Dead,” she stated matter-of-factly. 

It was so blunt. So incredibly Naan that you couldn’t stop the sharp bark of laughter that came from you. The soft feather of her hand reached up to cup your face and forced you to look at her. A long silence pulled between you, and you wondered if she was going to say anything at all when a soft smile cracked her thin lips. 

“Go, child. Be great.”

Shaking your head in agreement, the both of you broke free and you followed Luffy out of the house. You spared one last glance at Naan’s home - your home - and found her at the door seeing you off. You raised your hand in one last goodbye and watched as she did it too. 

Maybe Luffy was right. It was time to go on your own adventure and you had no doubt Luffy and his crew were going to give it to you. 

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With or without you 2 ||  Javier P. x reader x Frankie

Summary: After your last time with the two men, you decide to ask for more (around 3800 words) 

Part 1

Part 3

CW:  p with minimal plot, switch!reader, mostly sub!frankie, dom!javier, MFM, MMF dynamics, couch sex, lots of petnames, pussy eating king ! frankie, 69, face sitting, no homo!javi, unprotected p in v, riding, Javier has a dirty fucking mouth, slightly jealous ! javi, ass slapping, rough sex, degrading language (slut, like once), talks about consent, double bj, masturbation (m and f), anal (MM), voyeurism, cum play. Idk guy this is just filth and i’m in love with frankie.

You thought that fucking two of your coworkers would make things awkward for you. But it didn’t. The only one that seemed unsure around the two of you was Frankie. Poor guy was shaking like a leaf in your presence. So, you offered him to come over for a drink. Just the two of you. He accepted with a shy, adorable smile.

So, he was in your apartment once more, but this time, the vibe was different. He seemed a bit more comfortable and you were glad to see him more relaxed. 

“What do you want? I have beer, whiskey, white claw, wine…”

“Just a beer, please.”

He looked in your general direction as you bent down to grab two beers from the fridge. You smiled at him as you joined him on the couch, keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. You wouldn’t mind if he got closer, though. You opened the two beers and gave Frankie his bottle.

“So, can we talk about the fact that you look like you’re on the verge of dying or crying any time you see me and Javi?”

Frankie lifted his cap slightly to scratch his head, his pretty brown eyes looking anywhere in your living room except you.

“Yeah, we can.” He finally said.

“Do you want me to leave you alone? Do as if it never happened?”

Another scratching. This time, on the back of his neck. You watched the way his arm strained against the sleeve of his grey t-shirt as he did the motion.

“No. I… I just thought it would be a one-time thing and then you’d just go the other way, you know? Didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“It can be a one-time thing if you want.” You shrugged, even though it hurt.

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“Well.” You both took a sip of beer. “I think you’re cute and really sweet.  I wanna spend time with you. It can be just the two of us or with Javi, if he wants to.”

“I’d like that… Both options.”

“Then, Francisco, indulge me.” You said as you took a long sip of your beer, before putting it down roughly on the table in front of the two of you. You threw your leg over his thighs to straddle him. He looked up at you, big puppy eyes sparkling under the low lights of your apartment. With an amused grin, you slapped the visor on his cap so it would fall behind the couch. He looked at you with a falsely offended expression. Your hands immediately found his curls, running your fingers through them and pulling softly.

“You should stop hiding your hair… it’s pretty.”

“Well, the sun in Columbia is hot.”

“Not only the sun.”

You finally plunged, using your grasp on his hair to bring his face closer to yours. Your lips pressed against his, reminding you just how soft they were. You licked and nibbled on his plush bottom lip until he opened his mouth for you. Your tongues tangled together and slowly, you felt Frankie wanting to take over. So, you let him. His hands grabbed the clothed flesh of your ass, where you still wore your work pants. You whimpered in his mouth, with him swallowing your breaths.

His hands guided you so you’d lay down on the couch for him. You parted your thighs to accommodate the size of his waist, liking the way he put his weight on your body. You felt safe, protected. His lips left yours momentarily, and he got to work on your shirt, popping the buttons open until he could get a good look at your bra and the way it propped up your breasts. You caressed his hair softly as you waited for his next move. Frankie got rid of your shirt and unclasped your bra. You felt relief as your breasts were finally free from their structured prison.

Frankie’s lips latched onto one of your erected nipples, licking and nibbling slightly. Your moans only encouraged him as he rediscovered your body. You pulled on the hem of his grey shirt and lifted it up until you could see his warm, bronzed torso. He let go of your skin only for seconds, before resuming his warm kisses on your breasts.

“Hmmm, stop teasing Francisco.”

“I wanna take my time baby.”

You rolled your eyes slightly at him with an amused grin. “Are you the one in charge, now?”

“Yes.” 

Frankie undid the button of your black work pants, unzipped them. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and your pants, sliding them both down at the same time.

“Is it true what Javier said? That you like being eaten out?”

“It’s probably my favorite thing in the world.” You responded shamelessly.

“Good. It’s probably my favorite thing to do in the world.” He gave you a wild, toothy grin. God. He was so cute like this; you could eat him alive.

Frankie’s fingers tested how wet your slit was, his gaze fixated on your glistening pussy. You jumped a little under his touch.

“Can you sit on my face, baby?”

“Yes. But I wanna please you too.”

He motioned at you to wait like he had an idea, then he reversed your positions. You on top of him and him, under. He held your waist and asked you to turn around, so you’d face his lower body. You executed yourself awkwardly, trying not to kick him on accident. He held onto your thighs as he brought you closer to his face. You got to work on his belt and then unzipped his stupidly tight beige pants.  He freed you from his hands for a few seconds, just long enough for him to get rid of the rest of his clothes. While he did, you rested your head on his soft belly, a part of him that you really liked.

You felt his hot breath on your wet pussy when he asked if you were ready. Instead of responding, you showed him, sitting back on his face while grabbing the base of his cock. You pumped him slowly in your hand, admired how your fingers couldn’t even touch. He ran the tip of his nose through your slit, and you shuddered at the new sensation of the scruff of his beard scratching your thighs.

When he finally started devouring you, you took his tip between your lips, hollowing your cheeks as you went down. He licked passionately every part of you that he could reach, teasing and insisting on the most sensitive spots, making you moan around his member.

Remembering what Javi suggested last time, he inserted a finger between your walls as he sucked on your clit. You cried a little louder and sucked on him even harder, making him whimper against your wet slit.

“Come on baby…” he said softly when he took a break from sucking, inserting another finger and curling them against your walls. 

You let go of his dick to concentrate on your orgasm, which you easily obtained when Frankie resumed his passionate licking. You emptied your juices all over his face, probably making a mess of your couch in the process. 

You cursed lowly and took his stiff member between your lips again, pumping him into your mouth. You found a rhythm he liked; fast, and you kept at it as his lewd moans filled the room. You felt his tongue giving you more desperate licks as his dick twitched in your mouth. You hollowed your lips even more to make him lose it completely, and he did shortly after; the bitter taste of his spend filling your mouth. You swallowed and laid your head back on his tummy. You closed your eyes as you caught your breath.

“That was amazing.” You finally responded in pure bliss.

Frankie laughed and kissed the inside of your thigh.

**

You were laying on Javi’s bare chest as the man was smoking.

“So, you saw Morales?”

“Hmhm.”

“Did you two…”

“Yeah. Wasn’t sure if you wanted details or not. But I wanna keep seeing him. He’s cute. I like him.”

You looked up at Javi to see his darkened gaze as he inhaled and exhaled smoke.

“He’s open to see us together again if you’re up for it.” You shrugged. “But I do think he would want more from you.”

“But I’m not –” He protested.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” You pressed a kiss to the warm skin of his chest. “Besides, might be your only chance of having anal sex.”

“You’d never let me…?”

“Not a chance.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” He replied with a grin.

Javier abandoned his cigarette in the ashtray and turned around to look at your naked figure.

“Fucking hate when you smoke in my room.” You said and got up to open your window slightly. The streets were noisy at this time of the night. Javi’s gaze stayed fixated on the round shape of your ass, the perfect curve of your spine.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

You turned around, interested. “Oh yeah?” You climbed back on the bed and straddled his thighs. Your finger traced his plush lips, and you leaned down to whisper. “Then, fuck me again.”

“Insatiable woman.” He responded with a smile.

“Hmhm. This is why I need two men.” Your finger continued its run on Javi’s body, touching his chin, his throat, the space between his pecs, his flat stomach, the hair trailing down his belly.

Javi playfully rolled his eyes at you, and you couldn’t help but smirk. Your hand wrapped around his half-hard cock, already getting awoken by the closeness of your bodies and the memories of what happened right before. You pumped it until it was completely hard, before sliding down your hips, your core meeting with his leaking tip. He entered your walls, helped by the residual cum he shot inside you earlier. Javier sighed as you took him completely, like you were made for him. He put his arms behind his head, hair undone from the gel he wore to work. He simply took in the view, lazily, making you work for it. But you didn’t mind.

“Thought you had more stamina, Peña.” You teased.

“You wanted more. You work for it.”

“Fine.” You laid your palms flat against his chest for leverage as you started moving your hips slowly. His hungry gaze observed the learned movements of your body and you intended on giving him a show, throwing your head back as you moaned softly.

When Javier decided to help a little, he surprised you with a powerful thrust of his hips. A loud, sincere cry escaped your lips. He grinned, satisfied,  as he took his hips between his hands for leverage as he took control of the exchange.

“No matter… who you fuck… no one will ever fuck you like I do...” He said between thrusts.

When you didn’t respond, too busy on chasing your high, he slapped your ass, kneading and soothing the skin after.

“Talk to me, hermosa.”

“Still has to be proven.” You responded with a smile.

This lit something in him. He pulled you off him and took over, invading your walls without much care for your wellbeing. He knew you could take it.

“You like being fucked by other men, don’t you, my dirty slut?”

“Fuck.” You groaned at the dirty words he was using and moaned at the snap of his hips, the tip of his cock hitting deep. He pulled on your hair and brought your face close to his.

“You liked when Frankie fucked you, hm? And yesterday, what did he do to you?” Javier tugged on your hair, waiting for an answer. Your lips were opened but no sound was coming out. You breathed heavily and tried to form a coherent response.

“Y-Yes Javi, I liked it.” You tried to find any trace of anger in his eyes but… he seemed more aroused than anything. His face disappeared in your neck, where you felt his hot, labored breaths. “H-He… made me sit on his face. And I sucked him off.”

“Did he make you feel good?” He slowed down his thrusts a bit, leaving open mouthed kisses on your burning skin. “Did he make you cum?”

“Yes. F-Fuck Javi… Yes, he did.”

“D-Did he cum in your sweet mouth?” His voice was raspier. He accelerated the pace again, feeling you tighten around him.

“Y-Yes. I’m… so fucking close. Please.”

Javier kept snapping his hips at a fast pace until you came around him, triggering his own release. He fell on his side of your bed, leaving you empty and leaking.

“Okay. We’ll see him again.” He finally decided as he took out another cigarette from his pack laying on your bedside table, despite telling him earlier how much you hated that he smoked in your room.

**

So, the day arrived. You asked both men to meet you in your office at the end of the day. You couldn’t focus all day, your mind wandering on the night to come.

Frankie arrived first, still in his work clothes; chest covered by his military vest. You pulled on the straps to bring him closer as you backed to your desk. His calloused hands held your waist, keeping you close.

“Hi.” You breathed softly, and he looked at you with warm cheeks and a sweet smile.

“Here?” He asked.

You shook your head with a laugh. “No. We’re just waiting on Javi.”

You looked through your office door to make sure no one was around – a lot of people had left already, it was running late - and you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. He moved away after that, looking “natural” while looking around your office. The two of you talked about your workday until you heard Javi’s steps. You admired him without restraint, noticing the straining of his short sleeves against his biceps.

You knew he didn’t like when you showed any interest towards him at work, but still, you pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips as you left the room with your bag.

Javi acknowledged Frankie’s presence by a simple nod. The latter followed you close, like a puppy following his master.

“Are we taking your car, Mr. Peña?” You asked innocently.

“Yeah.”

The tension in the car was suffocating, you had already undone some of the buttons at the top of your blue shirt and the windows were wide open. Javier placed a secure hand on your thigh, and you felt Frankie’s gaze burning the back of your head.

“So, let’s talk about limits, hm?” You proposed.

Javier shot you a look from the side, cigarette between his lips.

“M’not taking anything up the butt.” He mumbled.

“That’s fair. But…” You put your hand on his and gazed at Frankie through the rear-view mirror. “You’ll fuck Frankie if he’s a good boy, right?”

“Hmhm.”

“Wouldn’t you like that, Frankie?”

You turned around to him with a wicked smile. The man was playing with his fingers, and you could see the obscene bulge in his beige pants.

“Yes, I’d love that.”

“Have you done this before?”

He shifted in his seat.

“Yeah, been a while though.”

“Don’t worry baby… we’ll take care of you.”

The three of you finally crossed the door of your apartment, then, you immediately moved to your room, like you had choreographed the whole thing. Javier took the time to get rid of his cigarette before he entered the room.

Your lover��s hands were already on you, working your shirt open while he pressed warm kisses to your breasts, while Frankie was getting rid of his work clothes and his cap. Your skin was already on fire, and every touch consumed you.

“Can we take care of you, Javi? Hm? Since you took such good care of me…” You asked as you pushed him on your bed. The man laid on your cushions, his dark gaze analyzing your next moves.

You looked at Frankie and invited him to come closer. You stole a long kiss from him and whispered something in his ear.

Javier threw his shirt over his head and opened his belt, before taking off his jeans. He was already half hard. You kneeled on the bed and Frankie followed you, kneeling beside Javier.

“Can… I…” Frankie asked shyly as he looked down at the man’s lips.

“Come here.” He pulled Morales by his cheeks and brought him close, their mouths meeting in an hungry kiss.

You couldn’t help the pool of arousal forming between your legs, and you peeled off your last layers. Fast. You just wanted to watch and play with yourself, but Javier’s dick was standing proudly in front of your face, inviting.

You leaned down and licked from the base to the tip, smiling when Javier had to break away from the kiss to look down at you. He brought a hand to your hair, and you leaned into his touch, before motioning at Frankie to come closer.

He leaned down on the same level as you, and he licked the side of Javi’s cock that was accessible to him. Javier closed his eyes tightly, ashamed of how good it felt to have Frankie’s tongue on him. You gave more space to the man, who took the tip between his lips. You caressed his curls to encourage him, whispering praises to his ear. You heard Frankie moan around the other man’s cock, sending shivers down Javi’s spine.

Your hand circled the base of your lover’s member, guiding the strokes in Frankie’s mouth. The latter hollowed his cheeks, sending waves of pleasure in Javier’s body. When the other man’s mouth became sore, you took over, your mouth swallowing everything you could, taking Javier as deep as you could. He cursed under his breath.

Frankie laid beside his colleague, watching carefully as pleasure took over him. The tip of his fingertips teased the golden skin that was accessible to him. A hand grabbed you and pulled you off Javier’s cock, your lover bringing you up to his lips.

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Isn’t that the point, Javi?”

“Not yet.” He smirked.

You laid between the two men and turned your head to Frankie.

"Do you want to get ready for Javier’s cock while he takes care of me, hm?” You asked as your lover was already trailing kisses down your body, giving attention to your breasts for a little longer. You caressed his hair affectionately.

“Y-Yeah.” He responded, breathier than he thought.

Javier’s fingers started to work their magic on you while he kissed your lower belly. Your mouth opened in a silent moan, your eyes still analyzing Francisco. He took the bottle of lube waiting on your bedside table and worked the liquid on his fingers, warming it up. His free hand circled his own cock while he opened himself up slowly, just as Javier was doing with you.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” You praised Frankie, and with a smile, you kissed his lips slowly. Javier’s fingers curled upwards in a “come here” movement and you arched your back, your moans dying against Frankie’s lips. Javier’s fingers guided you through an intense orgasm, and he didn’t stop even after you wet his fingers. His thumb joined, drawing tight circles on your clit. You had to let go of Frankie, the pleasure was too intense. Your limbs were shaking as you let out a small cry.

The military man’s movement on his cock accelerated as he watched, desperate to touch you too. Eventually, when you had enough, Javier let go of your body. The DEA agent kissed you softly as you came down from your high, arms wrapping around you. Beside the two of you, Frankie was moaning lewdly, his hands all over himself and fingers inside of him. You laid your hand on his to stop him and turned your head to him.

“Are you ready, sweet boy?” You asked.

“Hmhm.” He responded in a lazy haze, stopped when he had almost reached his peek.

“Come on before I change my fucking mind.” Javier grunts and you look at him, amused, as he gets up to go to Frankie’s side of the bed. “On all fours, Morales. Now.”

You watched as Frankie positioned himself and Javier lathered lube on his cock.

“Don’t wanna take part, hermosa?”

You shook your head. “Not yet. Let me watch a little.” You teased Javi, and he rolled his eyes in response.

Javier’s hands held his colleague’s hips as he entered his walls slowly. You watched as Javier closed his eyes, breathing heavily.

In his mind, the DEA agent repeated to himself that it was just a hole.

The tightest fucking hole.

“Come on Francisco, talk to me. How does it feel?” You asked, getting closer to them to watch.

“Fucking big.” He groaned.

“Hmhm. Javi?” You asked as you looked at your lover.

“Fucking tight.”

“Yeah? Come on, Javi, fuck him.”

At your signal, Javier started thrusting his hips slowly, and it was enough to make Frankie moan powerfully.

“Come on hermosa, join us.”

You slipped your body under Frankie, and cupped his face, tortured by pleasure, between your hands.

“Will you fuck me, baby, hm?”

“Y-Yes.” Frankie responded shakily. Javier stopped his thrusting to let the other man adjust his position. The latter bent down a little to settle between your legs. With a trembling hand, he guided his cock in your wet hole.

He started moving slowly, fucking himself on Javier’s dick at the same time.

“O-Oh fuck.” He cursed.

Javier let out a low groan, eyes still shut tight. You both let Frankie set the rhythm. Your hand came down to give yourself more stimulation, your fingers circling your clit at a rapid pace. It was sloppy, the room filling with the sounds of skin slapping together and the noises the three of you produced with your mouths.

“Fucking hell. I’m so close.” Frankie announced, and both you and Javi helped him reach his ending, your walls choking him as you came. Morales’s warm cum filled you.

“C’mon, go away, Morales, I wanna cum on her tits.” Javier stopped his thrusts and Frankie rolled to the side, watching as the man wrapped his hand around his cock to finish. You looked up at him with innocent doe eyes, your hands pushing your breasts up. Your name fell from Javi’s lips as he painted your chest with ropes of white cum. You closed your eyes at the last second.

Francisco got up and came back with a wet towel while you and Javi were coming down from your high. He cleaned you up almost lovingly. When he was done, you pulled him close, your body sandwiched between Javi’s and Frankie’s.

You could get used to this.

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[pristine-rose]

Aphrodisiac

⊹ characters : la signora, jean, ningguang (separate)

⊹ synopsis : though they are normally calm and composed, you have a trick to drive them to a point of desperation

⊹ warnings : technically DUB-CON⚠️**, drug/aphrodisiac use, overstimulation, thigh riding (ning), strap-on (jean, referred to as a cock/dick after first mention), tongue riding (signora), dom reader

⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), not beta read

** all have kinda clearly had sex with reader before, however the dubcon warning is there bc, yk, unexpected drugging

fair warning guys i’m half drunk rn writing most of this (esp ning) so idk jusg take it LMAO. the only thing savjng this fic rn is my autocorrect. so sorry about the grammar

⊹ LA SIGNORA

You slipped it in her wine before she arrived to the dinner table, you sly little menace.

She was completely unaware of any mischievous intent you perhaps carried, sipping away casually as she ate. It was like any normal dinner to her, in which she dined with her lover as per usual. That is, until her body grew more sensitive, of course.

The slightest of movements—from her thighs rubbing together, or her own clothes rubbing against her nipples—brought her pleasure that shot straight down to her core. She tried to hide it from you. It was embarrassing for a lady like her to be feeling such things in front of the dinner table.

But one thing led right to the other, and she supposed you noticed it (or perhaps intended it)—her shameful state.

And now she was your dessert at the dining table, right on her chair.

You sat on the tiled floor with your back right up against the legs of her chair. Your head was tilted up, so that the back of your head was laying right down on the cushion. And there she “sat,” in all her aroused glory, bouncing her hips up and down onto your tongue like some animal in heat.

Her hands were gripped tightly on the back frame of the chair, practically holding on for dear life.

As much as she’d love to control her moans, she couldn’t—she was just far too sensitive right now. Every little breath that came out of her mouth contained some sort of whiney moan. Her eyes were half shut just to take in the pleasure as she almost fell from her position each time.

And your tongue was absolutely relentless on her—the way you sucked mercilessly on her clit, and the way your tongue dived deep. It was too much and she almost couldn’t take it anymore.

She would get off from sheer embarrassment of doing this in the middle of the dining area, but she couldn’t. Not when your hands practically held her thighs down like some restraint, even after she stopped bouncing. And even if she did, she wasn’t even sure she could stand with the intensity her thighs were trembling.

“S-stop,” she quietly whined down to you. She looked down at you, your face right under her body, so focused on licking her up. And when she begged those words, you looked up at her with a mischievous glint in your eyes, and you only sucked her cunt even harder.

Her head threw back with the loudest moan she let out that night.

“Please,” she trembled. “‘M so sensitive right now... Gonna ruin the seats…”

Your fingers dug into her her thighs a bit—she could only assume that was your way of laughing. But that didn’t matter. At least, the aphrodisiac didn’t make it matter. It was so good it hurt, and she was sure this is the most pleasure she’s ever felt.

So embarrassing, to cut dinner short just because she so was horny. And to think she was doing it now, getting eaten out right in the open area of her dining room where her maids can just waltz right in and out to see the both of you.

The way you just reached under her dress with your tongue, and the way she begged for it, bouncing up and down, and even grinding on your sweet muscle.

She gasped as she reached her second climax already for tonight, and dessert was served straight to your tongue. You grabbed her hips, and pushed her upwards, just to give yourself air to breathe and swallow down her cum. She was panting wildly in both shame and absolute stimulation.

But only seconds later, she placed herself right back on your tongue.

⊹ JEAN GUNNHILDR

She was working when you did it.

But her biggest weakness is denying you.

So when you waltzed right into her office with a cute little vial of pink liquid that you claimed Lisa made for me!—she tried to ignore you at first.

But you were so tempting with the way you placed the rim of the glass right against your own lips. She watched as you took a rather decent amount into your mouth, neared her, and then roughly kissed her as she gasped.

She immediately tasted the sweet liquid spilling into her mouth from yours, and she did not hesitate to swallow the mixture of the drink and your saliva. If anything, the action already made her feel lightheaded.

Your intentions were obvious; you always tried to find a way to distract her from her work, after all. Sometimes it would work, sometimes it wouldn’t. So when she faltered and gave you a cute little puppy-dog look of pleading arousal, she realized you had her right where you wanted.

Jean constantly whined at the feeling of your strap stretching her walls. You sat down on her office chair with your silicone strap sprung to life, and she was leaned forward a bit on the table.

Using the edge of the desk as leverage for her hands, she moved her hips up and down your dick, giving you a nice view of her backside as you leaned back comfortably to enjoy. You watched her pretty pussy take in your cock from behind—the way her lips wrapped around the silicone with wet sounds.

Her hips were shaking from the act. She could barely even continue with the feeling of it going in and out the more she moved.

“I… I can’t—!” she cried. “Please… ‘s too much. Can’t keep going.”

She heard you giggle behind her at her misery like a sadist. But before she could complain at such humiliation, her body was harshly pushed forward to be bent over the desk, and your strap was pushed deep into her cunt. She cried out a loud moan on impact, her face planting down on the cold wood once you pushed her upper body down.

You slowly leaned back once, then slammed right back in, and she came with the spasm of her body. She orgasmed hard—her cum spilled from her thighs down to the floor and she was sure she was going to squirt any time soon if you kept this up.

And of course you did; she was so cute when she was sensitive like this. The little sweet drug you gave her heightened all her sexual senses, and so the pounding of your cock into her walls only felt more pleasurable. She was unsure if she could even take it any longer.

But her body didn’t stop squirming as it continuously took in your pounding member. She felt the edge of the desk push up right against her thighs at every thrust. That was surely going to leave lines on her thighs, but she didn’t care. If anything, the feeling of them only made things even more pleasurable due to the added marking and slight pain on her skin.

The sounds of your cock slamming into her were so wet—the sound itself was so erotic, and though she couldn’t see it in action, the sound itself still turned her on.

Jean attempted to plant her hands down on the table for leverage to arch her back, but wouldn’t even do so in her hazy state of mind. Instead, she tried, and she failed. She continuously tried to hoist herself up, but each pound of your hips right against her ass just sent her tumbling back down onto the hardwood.

She couldn’t quite voice it, but she loved the feeling, though. This drug somehow made everything so noticeable and especially more pleasurable. Even the small feeling of her own cum running down her thigh was enough to made her leg shake.

She couldn’t stop moving. You had to hold down her pathetically squirming body just to give her sweet release.

⊹ NINGGUANG

It started out with a serving of tea.

That wasn’t off in the slightest. Whenever she was stressed working through documents in the early hours, you came at two in the morning just to give her the most calming of teas.

And tonight was no different.

Maybe she didn’t notice your excited behavior because of her work. Perhaps she was just too busy to see the little smirk on your face. However…

She wasn’t distracted enough to notice things once her pussy began to burn from arousal.

Damn you. You planned this out. She realized this once the position made it clearer—you asked her earlier if you could sit on her office chair, which she obliged to. And so you were sat chest-to-chest, with you on the chair and her on your lap.

Everything was fine. She was leaned over your shoulder and working on her documents while you rubbed circled on her hips and waist until the drug began taking affect. And good Gods… the manner in which her legs were spread around your body did not help her initial squirming

And now she was here—though she didn’t know how it ended up this way—rutting like some animal on one of your thighs.

Her breath reeks of sin every time it brushes against your ear. Needle little whines spill from her lips as she ruts against your thigh, and she’s so obviously aroused with the way you even feel her juices drip down your skin.

Her usually formal composure just completely collapses in this moment—all she cares for is getting off on your thigh. You can feel the lips of her clit flipping back and forth on your skin, and even the desperate pressure of her hips grinding down on you.

You laugh at her weak state for just a moment, causing her to release a breathy whine of complaint right into your ear.

You shiver a bit at the airy contact, and your body reacts on its own. On instinct, your leg jolts.

Ningguang lets out a near scream at the shift. It hit just right against against her clit, then she moaned at the feeling of her own juices spilling out even more on to your thigh. How embarrassing, for the Tianquan of Liyue to be so sensitive to the littlest of things. So little, that even a mere shift of movement has her crying out in pleasure.

This was definitely a mistake, however; perhaps her mind wasn’t hazy enough to realize this. For you took advantage of her dramatic reaction. She already felt dread pooling in her stomach when your hands dives to grab at her hips in such an mischievous way, grounding her in place.

“Let… let me move…” she starts to beg. Her hips try to fight against the hold you have on her body, which was being held down by your hands. She’s able to move against it, or course—and maybe it was the drug giving her such strength. But it wasn’t enough resistance to continue her previous pace in grinding, though. Please please please. She was so close to her high, too.

“Settle down,” you told her simply. And if she had half her brain right now, she would’ve hit down on your earlobe.

But before she could even consider it, your leg bounced.

It hit right at her little bud—more movement than she ever received from you tonight thus far.

And then you released your hands, still tightly gripping her hips, started to move. You practically ragdolled her body back and forth on your thighs, simultaneously bouncing it up and down. It wasn’t as fast of a pace as before, but dear Archons. Each hit from your leg bounce, the roughness of your hands as you moved her entire lower body…

She was whining in your ear nonstop from this. Just what did you slip in her tea that made her so pathetic? So vulnerable?

So sensitive?

After a while, it began to hurt as much as it felt good. The drug definitely heightened all her senses, and somehow each bouncing hit on her cunt felt even harder than before. It was so much pleasure, you could hear her almost start crying into your ear.

“‘S too much…” she quietly whined. Ningguang, always do diplomatic, still attempted to swallow down her moans. She cried, “I swear… slow down.”

By now, your thigh was practically drenched from her wetness and her cum. She was sliding so easily, and you can only imagine how her clit must feel against her slick skin. But instead of complying to her request, you moved one of your hands to the top of your thigh, and jutted out a knuckle on top of the flesh.

Ningguang didn’t notice this until her clit, sliding up your thigh, hit roughly right on your knuckle. She threw her head back, and you could almost laugh at the choked gasp she let out. You weren’t even surprised when she came right there and again on your thigh.

She was so sensitive tonight; came a lot more than usual, and reacted a lot more, too.

Perhaps you should start doing this whenever she seems a little stressed.

hELP ME J ACCIDENTALLY STUCK MY AIRPOD INTO MY VASELINE INSTEAD OF RHE CASE IM NEVER DRINKGING AGAIN

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[cowboybeepboop]

Hawaiian hangout

“Mm this is my favorite song, what about you Darling? Do you like it?” “It’s nice, but I don’t like slow rides, I like going fast,”

Pairing: Hangman x fem! Reader

Genre: plot with some porn

Word count: 2928

Summary: Hangman has a thing for you but your relationship with Rooster makes him jealous. You’re a badass who is the best of the best and this shows when you and Mav get into a “fight”.

A/N: I don’t usually give the reader a callsign cause I think it’s fun to make up your own but for this oneshot I made the readers callsign Darling because her superior (the guy from the academy) who gave it to her thought it was fitting because she’s innocent and sweet looking on the outside but in the sky she’ll out fight anyone in a dog fight. Basically he’d call her Daring Darling, or DD, since no one saw her as a threat at first and also because she loved the DareDevil comics. Anyways this is just some random ass info I made up, it gives nothing to this so like yeah idk I was just bored. Also I fr based the friendship on my friends and I’s relationship because I think we’re absolutely hilarious no questions asked and for some reason everyone thinks we’re dating. ALSO I WROTE THIS ENTIRE THING WHILE MY MOM WAS NEXT TO ME ON A ROAD TRIP SOS I CAN’T STAND MYSELF. Anyways saw Top Gun: Maverick for the 5th time and met some really cool older women today.

Bradley has been your best friend forever, since kindergarten when he “accidently” pulled your pigtails and you started crying. His only excuse was that they were uneven and he was trying to help, fucking idiot. He does that a lot though, he’ll try to help and end up making a bigger issue out of it, for instance this exact moment when he spilt red wine on your white dress and poured white wine on top to “even it out”. Now you’re fresh out of the shower, smelling like Bradshaw’s coconut shampoo and wine.

“Hey, Brad. Got anything I can wear? I mean after all you did wreck my dress, twice,” you giggle with a teasing smile, he scratches the back of his neck and hands you a pair of your old shorts and one of his Hawaiian shirts.

“That's all I could find, I must have left your wardrobe at my mom’s storage place.” shrugging you take the clothes from him, smiling sweetly.

“Don’t worry about it duckie,” he rolls his eyes and puts his best mom face on, standing with his hands on his hips.

“It’s Rooster, not duck,” he puts on a dramatic performance, throwing his head back, hand over his heart, “I can’t believe you don’t even know my callsign, after all of these years.” one last exaggerated sigh before he falls back on the couch.

“Damn, did the shock kill you?” your eyes light up with mischiv, as long as he’s pretending to be dead I mean you might as well, you tickle his sides watching him fight back a fit of laughter.

“Come on Y/N you should get changed, we’re supposed to go meet Phoenix soon,” he sits up grabbing your arms and pinning them to your sides with a sweet smile.

“Shit, I almost forgot about that,” you quickly grab the clothes, throwing on the shorts and his white Hawaiian shirt, leaving it unbuttoned showing off your white cropped tank top. “I think we’re actually a little late,” he grabs his keys and puts his hand on your waist pulling you out the door with him.

“Well, I intend on surprising her anyway,” he locks the door and hops in his jeep. You follow suit, getting into the passenger side sighing at the heat that hits your thighs as they touch the dark leather seats.

“This is torture, I’m burning alive,” Bradley shakes his head while starting the engine, you buckle up pulling the seatbelt under your left arm so it doesn’t sufocate you.

“That defeats the purpose of the seatbelt, you’re supposed to have it over your chest,” he teases as you glare into the side of his face.

“It’s uncomfortable, it’s suffocating my chest,” he puts his free hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly.

“I know, I just wanted to piss you off,” Bradly smiles innocently as he keeps his eyes on the road, you flip him off secretly. “I saw that, Darling” he glances over to you raising his eyebrows slightly, “You’re gonna have to be more careful next time,”.

“Ouch, you’re being real serious Bradley. You even used my callsign,” you fegin shock covering your mouth theatrically. That’s the thing about your relationship with Bradley, the majority of the time you guys are being dramatic, which really confuses people because they don’t understand your guy’s comedic geniusness.

Bradley pulls into a parking spot, he gets out of the jeep and walks over to your side of the car, opening the door and offering you his hand. You roll your eyes “You go first Brad, I’ll go in, in like a minute,” he nods his head and salutes you.

“I’ll see you in a minute then,” you wave him off pulling a thing of chapstick out and applying it, you check your phone and reply to a couple texts. Mentally preparing yourself for the loudness of the bar, sticking your phone into your pocket before climbing out of the vehicle. You run a hand through your hair while walking through the bar entrance, “Hey, Y/N over here,” Bradley calls you over while holding his stomach softly.

You go up to the bar to order two beers, you end up standing right next to Maverick, “Can I please get two beers Penny?” she nods with a sweet smile, “Oh shit, Mav I didn’t notice you earlier,”.

“Hey, Y/N, how’s it going?” He smiles while sticking his phone into his pocket.

“I’m good, how about you,” you sit down on the empty stool next to him, keeping your attention directly on him.

“I could be better,” he runs a hand through his hair, “you should head over to Bradley, he’s waiting for you.” you nod, standing up to get the beers and thank Penny, “One more thing though,”

“What is it?” you search his serious eyes looking for any hints about what he might ask of you.

“Could you maybe not tell Bradley that I’m back in town just yet?” Maverick scratches the back of his neck while his eyes go softer pleading with yours.

“Of course, Mav,” you smile and lean in for a hug, he wraps his arms around your waist gently while using his thumb to rub up and down your back. You pull back from the hug, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

You weave in between a few groups while making your way over to Rooster and Phoenix, once you get to the pool table you pull your sunglasses up leaving them on top of your head. “Here Bradley,” you hand him a beer, taking the other as you sit next to Bob, “Hey, Bobby boy. How’s the man, the myth, the legend?” he smiles as he pushes his glasses up his nose bridge. The familiar blond man turns his attention on you, looking you up and down with a small smirk.

“I’m good now that you’re here,” you smile, showing your slightly pointy canines.

“Fuck, Bob you know just how to get my heart racing,” you stare into his eyes before he looks away, a soft blush creeping up his neck.

“You know him?” Hangman questions as Bradley pops up behind you taking your glasses from your head, folding them up and hanging them on the collar of your shirt.

“Yeah, he’s my favorite weapons systems officer,” you smile while placing your hand on his shoulder. “He’s always focused and has never made a mistake, it’s too bad they don’t let me fly with an RIO anymore,” you sigh dramatically while he admires you from the side, Rooster rolls his eyes.

“You know, the higher ups would let you fly with an RIO if you weren’t such a maniac,” you pretend to be offended as you shove his arm away from your side.

“Ugh, you’re so mean to me all the time,” Hangman is not so subtly checking you out while you and Bradshaw bicker. Phoenix interrupts you two trying to stop your random argument.

“So, Y/N I’ve been wondering something for a while,” she pulls Bradley by his shirt softly, you nod at her motioning for her to continue, “why is your callsign Darling? Isn’t that kind of misogynistic?” Phoenix’s comment draws everyone’s attention to you.

You laugh softly, “It does seem like that doesn’t it? It’s just something my parents nicknamed me when I was younger and my commander thought it was fitting for me. But,” you smile softly, “People usually call me DD,”.

“Before you ask the meaning of that,” Rooster laughs, “you’ll have to wait until you see her fly to fully understand.” He sounds like a proud dad while talking about you.

“I also have a question,” Coyote raises his eyebrows, “Why are you wearing Roosters shirt?”.

“He ruined the dress I was wearing earlier,” you shrug and Coyote’s eyes slightly widen as he coughs. Hangman’s jaw clenches while he narrows his eyes on Bradley.

Slow ride starts playing, “Mm this is my favorite song, what about you Darling? Do you like it?” Hangman smirks flashing his perfect white teeth.

“It’s nice, but I don’t like slow rides, I like going fast,” you swipe your tongue over your bottom lip keeping an intense stare on Hangman.

Penny rings the bell again, Hangman, Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy take Mav out. You chew on your cheek while going over to the bar, “Hey, Pen, I’ll pay Mav’s tab,” she hands you the check.

“It’s a pretty big bill,” she warns you but you already had your wallet pulled out, you hand her your card.

“It’s fine, I have a lot saved up,” you smile sweetly, Bradley pulls the cord on the jukebox, taking his beer over to the piano.

“Are you sure, love?” you nod, she swipes the card and then hands it back to you with the receipt. Rooster motions for you to come over.

You go over to him and he sings to you “You broke my will, but what a thrill,” Bradley pulls you onto his lap and you start singing with him.

“Kiss me baby,” you hold his cheeks, kissing him on the forehead, “Ooh, that feels good, baby”, he smirks looking you up and down. You giggle as you continue to sing in sync with him, nodding your head with the beat of the song. Hangman clenches his fists, sucking his teeth, shifting his jaw in anger.

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Things between you and Maverick have been a little tense since he found out about how you paid his tab, not to mention the tension between him and Rooster putting even more strain on your friendship with Maverick. The funny thing is Maverick told you not to fly like you usually do, you’re way more skilled in dog fighting than the rest of the pilots from your previous training and missions, your goal is to train for the mission with the rest of the team rather than gain more skills; however, Maverick went ahead and pushed your buttons. You’re the first pilot up which means you’re supposed to lose like everyone else and do the 200 push ups, but with Maverick’s intensity and Bob’s encouragement you’ve found yourself flying like your life depends on it.

Maverick’s plane is right on your ass, both hands grab your centre stick, pulling toward your midsection. Your plane shoots up, “Holy shit,” Hangman's voice rings through your ears as you switch directions heading straight for Mav. He pulls up trying to level with you, you flip upside down, narrowly missing his “shot”, you push the centre stick opposite of your body swooping low.

Maverick locates you once again, he creeps closer to your tail, before you hastily pull up. You’re upside down (again) hovering over Mavericks plane, “Fuck she’s on his fucking tail,” Hangman is sat back watching you two fight.

Your engine stalls and you direct your plane away from Maverick’s, you’re headed straught for the ground, “Fucking hell, my engine stopped,” you keep hitting the buttons grabbing your centre stick, still none of your efforts make a difference.

“Eject, Y/N eject right now,” Maverick yells as he follows your tail, at this point you’re hitting the hard deck.

You’re finally able to gain control of the engine again, you pull up as fast as you can. Your plane zooms past Maverick, your hands shake as you put your aim on Maverick and the beeping starts to ring out, “I gotcha Mav,”.

“Y/N get out of the sky, now.” you can hear the anger in his strong tone, your planes all touch the ground. You get out of the vehicle, hands shaking as your feet touch the ground, Mav runs over to you.

“Why the fuck did you not eject? What if you couldn’t gain control of your F-18?” you fall back on the ground, laying against the boiling pavement.

“I don’t know, can you stop yelling though. My head hurts,” you close your eyes, chest rising and falling quickly, your arms and legs feeling like jello. The rest of the team rushes down over to you and Maverick, he stays stood over you staring down at you.

“You’re reckless,” he says in a silvery tone, “you could have been seriously injured, or even killed,” Maverick nearly yells at the end of his sentence.

“In my defense I’m tired of doing push ups, I’m an amazing dog fighter I don’t even need any more training. I've already got two confirmed kills. That’s half of what you’ve got Mav, I’m good and I’m not cocky.” you sigh out, lifting your head to look at him as you sit up, “I’m fine with not winning against you or being the best but shit you’re getting on my nerves,” Rooster comes over and helps you stand up.

“Hangman, take Y/N inside and get her some water,” Mav pinches the bridge of his nose while using his other hand to wave you and Hangman off.

You unzip your uniform while walking towards the locker room, Hangman is a couple steps behind you keeping a close eye on you to make sure you don’t fall.

“Hey Darling, why doesn’t Maverick use your callsign?” Jake’s hand rests on your back as he opens the door for you, his body getting impossibly close to yours. “I mean he uses Roosters, it doesn’t make much sense that he doesn’t use yours,” he says voice barely over a whisper.

“I was his right hand man in a mission once and because he named me, my mom couldn’t think of a good name so she asked him,” you shrug, walking into the locker room peeling off your uniform that’s drenched in sweat.

“You were really good up there,” Hangman presses up against your back, arms wrapping around your waist as he breathes against your neck softly.

“Hangman, what are you doing?” his hand moves down to your thighs, spreading them a little. You instinctively lean back against him, throwing your head back on his shoulder.

“Darling, you can stop me whenever you want,” he kisses your neck softly, “and please, call me Jake,” he whispers into your ear sending shivers down your body. He moves to sit down on the bench pulling you onto his lap.

“Are you okay with this?” you nod enthusiastically, biting down on your lip roughly, “No love, I need to hear you say it,” he pulls his hands back from your body.

“Fuck, please Jake. I want this, I want you,” you put his hands back on your thighs, spreading your legs for him.

“Good girl,” he smiles, biting your earlobe softly, receiving a soft moan from you. Jake pulls your soaked panties to the side, sliding his index finger between your pussy lips before landing it on your clit. He rubs slow circles around your bundle of nerves, changing the amount of pressure from time to time. You grip onto his upper arm roughly, squeezing your eyes shut tightly as your body presses into his. Pleasure shoots down your spine causing your body to shake softly, biting down on your lip you snake your other hand up to his hair pulling at the roots.

Hangman uses his free hand to grab something from his pocket, “You know Darlin’, you dropped something yesterday,” he whispers into your ear. “I didn’t think much of it, so I picked it up. But there’s something curious about this lipstick container,” fucking hell, there’s no way I dropped it here. You think to yourself while trying to stay focused on his words.

“You can imagine my shock when I opened it and..” he takes the cap off, sliding the base to the side, the dreaded quiet vibration filling your ears. He smirks against your neck as he begins peppering kisses against the warm sensitive skin.

“Fuck,” Jakes movements were overwhelming, giving you zero opportunity to come up with an excuse, “I can totally explain why I have that,” your hole pulses around air, grasping for some sort of friction.

He presses the tip of the vibrator against the spot he's been massaging, swirling it around in steady circles while keeping a consistent rough pressure. “Jake,” you pant out his name, moaning into his ear.

“Is my pretty girl close?” he uses his free hand to knead one of your breasts through your shirt, you nod against his shoulder, “You’re so naughty, do you like that Rooster could walk in at any minute and see how good I make you feel?” he tightens his jaw at his mention of your chaotic friend.

You squeeze your legs tight around his hand, feeling close to your climax. He spreads your legs with one hand and his knee, “You’re being so good for me Darling, don’t disappoint me now,” he bites down on your neck softly. Jake increases the amount of pressure he’s using, causing waves of euphoria from your head to your toes.

Soft moans spill from your lips, your toes curling as the knot in your stomach snaps, Jake pulls your chin to move your lips against his. Your lips mesh passionately as he keeps pushing your orgasm, eyebrows scrunching together as overwhelming pleasure fills your body, like a warm cup of hot cocoa after a long time in the snow.

“Good girl, Darling you’re so good for me,” he whispers against your ear, he begins wiping up the warm liquid with a handkerchief from his pocket. “We need to get you cleaned up before anyone notices how long we’ve been gone for.” Jake kisses down your neck before pushing you up off his lap.

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ROSS COLTON - PUNISHMENT

TW: smut 18+, degradation, BDSM, spanking, cock warming, pet names (bunny, angel), rough/angry sex, slight dom/sub play, bottom/sub reader, lack/slight aftercare, handcuffs, spitting, choking, thigh riding, overstimulation, oral (m) receiving, fingering, pre established relationship, teasing (a lot of it)

CALE IS READERS BROTHER

SUMMARY: After a loss in the playoffs, Colton needs to let off steam, which just so happens to involve you.

WC: 3.1k of just smut idk what’s wrong with me lol.

TAGLIST: @cellythefloshie @bolts-nation @jackhghes

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As soon as the third period began and the clock neared closer and closer to zero. It was obvious to you, as well as to the players, that they had lost. In spite of the crowd's enthusiastic support, the players' motivation dropped precipitously almost immediately. There was no point in trying. In the remaining 5 minutes, they had little chance of winning since they were already down 5-3.

When the clock got down to the seconds, you slipped on your Avs jersey. It was a complicated decision whether or not to wear your brother's jersey. After a moment of deciding. You picked Cale’s jersey instead of your brothers. You were a fan of the Avalanche, but you always cheered for the Bolts whenever Ross was around, as it felt right to do. Finally, just for tonight, you could wear this jersey since Ross was probably not going to come home until the next day.

"They’re going to win!" You said it to your friend through the call, who was also an Avalanche fan and was watching the game at their house.

"There’s no way." She mumbled and put her hands over her face. She also couldn't believe this was happening.

When the horn blew, indicating the game was over, you couldn’t believe it. The Avalanche won. They won the Cup! The team you’ve been silently cheering for because your brother was on it You jumped up and down in excitement, repeating out loud, "They won! They won!" Your friend was also repeating those same words.

"I’m going to go get a drink." You said you didn't want to wait for a response back.

You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of wine, then headed back to the living room to finish watching the celebration. You already missed the handshake because of it, so Ross was the least of your concerns.

"I gotta go. My boyfriend booked a reservation at the bar after tonight's game to celebrate." She said.

"Alright! Bye, have fun!" You smiled as she waved goodbye and ended the call.

You are now alone. You became accustomed to it as a result of all the away games that Ross's team played. You enjoyed being by yourself, especially at this particular time.

You watched the team celebrate, particularly your brother. He made a significant impact and helped with the accomplishments of the team. The expression that was plastered across his face was one of unadulterated happiness and excitement. Since he was a young boy, he had dreamed of this, and now his dream has finally come true.

You were unable to keep track of the passing hours. You were so preoccupied with drowning yourself in wine and post-game cellies that you missed the door slamming and clicking shut.

It wasn't until you heard Ross's footsteps that you realised he was home. You place your wine glass on the side table before rushing after Ross to give him a hug and express how proud you are of him.

As he reached for a glass of water, you wrapped your arms around him, "You tried your best. I’m so proud of you." You mumbled in an effort to lift his spirits.

"Take his jersey off right now." He growled before finally looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. "Why. I’m not just going to take it off because you guys lost."

"Take it off. Don’t make me repeat myself again."

You've had enough of his attitude and bad mood lately. You scoffed a quick "fine" before heading up the stairs to get ready for bed. You decided to test Ross’s patience just a little more. You got completely undressed, only leaving Cale’s jersey on.

Ross didn’t join you in the room until a few moments later. You were removing your makeup when you felt hands wrap around your waist. "You don’t listen, huh?" He whispered in your ear, sending vibrations throughout your body.

"You don’t get to tell me what to do." You scoffed again, but this time he picked up on it.

He tightened his grip against yours, already feeling the hardness in his pants.

You attempted to wiggle your way out of his grasp in an effort to escape, but it was too late; he had already picked you up and carried you to the bed on his shoulders.

He positioned you so that you were face down on his lap. "Do you know what happens to brats, baby?" He asked, his voice filled with nothing, but frustration and anger.

"They get punished..." You replied, sucking in a sharp but shaky breath.

"Good girl. Now count for me."

As soon as his hand landed against your skin. You couldn’t help but squirm. Your body already hurts from the events that occurred a few days prior.

"I’m not asking again, baby girl. Count now."

It was clear it was an order, and he definitely wasn’t messing around this time. You nodded quietly, mumbling an "I’m sorry", You knew it wouldn’t change anything, but it was worth a try.

His hand came down even harder than the last time. The burning and aching were even worse than before. You managed to get out a very strangled "one." It sounded pathetic, but it seemed to please him. Because Ross let out a groan of pleasure.

You continued to count each smack. You couldn’t help but let the tears that were threatening to fall escape. Your whole body was on fire, and you couldn’t do anything but take it.

"Pathetic brat, you just wanted me to spank you, huh?" He spat, clearly dissatisfied with the lack of reactions you were given. You couldn’t do anything but whine at his voice; you needed him so badly.

"I think you had enough, baby. You did so well." His praises caused you to wriggle even more, which only served to increase his enjoyment of the sight of you, all lovely and draped over his lap.

"You're drenching me, sweetheart; it's so frustrating that I can't help you." He taunted you, clearly enjoying it.

You looked up at him with nothing but confusion. He couldn’t do that. That’s unfair.

"You can’t do that. I was a good girl." You complained. You wrapped your legs around his waist and moved against his bulge ever so slightly as you did so. Which was only met with a resounding groan of satisfaction.

"You were a good girl, but this is your punishment. If you’re complaining, then I won’t reward you." He slurred over the last few words.

"No, I'm not complaining. I really need you, please." You begged, which was something you found yourself doing more often.

"You're welcome to make use of my thighs, doll, but I'm not going to fuck you tonight. Perhaps, if you behave yourself, then perhaps, just perhaps. I'll consider it," he hummed.

That was the reassurance you needed to slightly increase your speed against his thigh. You were already exhausted as is, so the speed didn’t last long. Ross not only appeared to be aware of this, but he also began to place his hands around your waist. Ross manipulated your hips until you could no longer resist; your body arched, and your core desperately clenched onto nothing. Cum rolled down his leg, which made him go silent.

"Did I allow you to come, bitch?" He spat the word ‘bitch’ easily rolling off his tongue.

All you could answer with was "I’m sorry." You broke one of his rules again, and you knew he wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily. He swiftly pulled down his boxers before ordering you once again.

He snarled, "Get on your fucking knees."

You didn't even pay close enough attention to hear what he had to say. while you were still in the process of recovering from the powerful, scorching orgasm that came before it. He hissed in annoyance and pushed you to your knees.

"When I fucking tell you to do something, fucking do it."

You whimpered as you watched him stroke himself for a while in silence.

"Open up for me, baby, and behave like a good girl." He chuckled, which caused you to tilt your head slightly upward and make direct eye contact with him.

His hand gripped the back of your head. He roughly pushed you down on his cock, making you gag in the process. He moved at a brusque speed inside your mouth. As your eyes began to well up with tears, he let out a sigh of satisfaction.

He pressed your entire mouth against his scrotum. His groans vibrated around the room.

"Fucking take it like a princess." He ordered his hips to buckle into your mouth. You were well aware of how close he was.

He started face-fucking you, and you just let him. You were enjoying the sounds he made. You loved when Ross moaned, which is something he doesn't always do. Because of this, you should always try to take in as much of this moment as you possibly can.

He let you take a quick break; he pulled out of your mouth. As soon as it happened, you let out a gasp for oxygen, and more tears started streaming down your face.

His breathing got heavier, and he once again forced his cock to the back of your mouth. Immediately filling you with his seed.

"You better swallow every last drop." He demanded.

You nodded. You shiver at the taste of the saltiness. You were successful in swallowing most of it, except for some that managed to leak out by accident.

Ross scooped up the extra cum that spilled from your mouth with his finger.

"Open bunny." He smirked at how quickly you obeyed him. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, and you quickly sucked them clean.

"Up Now, baby girl."

You got up easily, obeying his order, and encircled his shoulder with your arms, burying your face in his neck as you did so. You knew Ross was not the kind of person who would be cruel enough to deny your upcoming second climax, especially so soon after you had been punished. You muttered a thank you, thinking he was done, but to your surprise, he wasn’t. He removed his boxers fully while attempting not to disturb you too much in the process.

"Just lift yourself up slightly, baby. I’ll make you feel good." He issued the command with a voice devoid of content.

You obliged and lifted your body up as much as you could. Ross pulled you closer to him and guided you back down slowly. As soon as he entered you, pleasure started flowing immediately to your slit, and it didn't take long for it to become overwhelming. Your core tightened around his cock until he was completely encased within you.

He immediately became stiff, and you could only very slightly roll your hips against him. You sighed in exasperation as you made the decision to take matters into your own hands. You moved yourself against him. You weren't getting any sort of benefit from it, and instead, it was making you even more upset.

"Oh my god, Ross, just fuck me already or I’ll-" You started but were interrupted by a smack on your ass. You were at a loss for words and could only whimper. You were in a lot of pain there, and the smack certainly did not alleviate any of it.

"You take what I give you, fucking brat. You act like a slut, you get fucked like one," he grunted, bringing you into a kiss with his tongue roughly pushing inside. He left your mouth open, spitting in it without any hesitation.

"Swallow Now," he demanded.

You swallowed, but the ring of a phone caught your attention.

"Fucking hell." He sighed, mumbling some other words underneath his breath that weren’t audible.

"I want you to cockwarm me, unless you're an impatient bunny. I need to make a call real quick." He sighed, reaching for his pants that were discarded on the ground and retrieving his phone.

"I’ll be patient." You didn’t hear what he had to say next, and you positioned yourself comfortably over his cock, slowly trying to sink down. Ross groaned, clearly impatient at the speed you were going.

He rested his hands on your hips once again, pulling you completely down on his cock without warning. A painful yelp escaped your throat.

You watched as Ross' screen flashed with a number you didn’t quite make out. He pressed accept instantly and talked to the other person on the phone.

You started to rock slowly against him. You could see the struggle as he stumbled over his own words. It was probably due to the fact that you remained still for a bit, and it was unexpected.

"Yeah. I think I’m free on that day." Ross spoke. The professionalism in his voice indicated that it was most likely a business call.

"Yeah, thanks. No, you didn’t disturb me. It’s all good." He smirked; the way he said ‘me’ in a different way had you trembling.

"Yep, no problem. Have you checked with Hagel? He wanted to speak to you as well about something."

You rolled your eyes. He was obviously purposely delaying. His responses were painfully slow, unlike the other times he had made calls.

He ended the call a few moments later, tossing his phone lightly to the ground.

"Fucking get on the bed and don’t speak at all." He grunted.

He didn't even give you a chance to respond before he tied your hands using the shackles that were still attached to the bed from the previous night.

"Is this okay, Angel?" He whispered.

You nodded. That was certainly one of the reasons why you had such a deep love for Ross. He always made sure you were okay before doing something. Especially when he thinks it might be too much for you.

"Words, baby, I need words." He stammered.

"Yes, yes, more than okay. I trust you, Ross." You knew if you told Ross to stop, he would. He wouldn’t want to ever hurt you, so you trusted him.

He was able to get inside of you considerably more quickly than before. He worked his way into you, giving you a moment to adjust before beginning at an accelerating pace.

"Ross," you pleaded. You made an effort to stifle the moaning sound in your voice, but in the end, you gave up and let everything out. Allowing all kinds of noises to erupt from your mouth.

"Such a filthy slut."

As he continued to hammer your G-spot, you felt a tremor run through your entire body. You made an effort to grab the bedsheets, but you were shackled, so your attempt was unsuccessful. You had no choice but to accept it as your fate. You were so close that your skin started to feel like it was on fire, and your muscles began to tense up.

"I’m close, please. Ross," you sobbed.

"Fuck. Cum for me, bunny." He instructed.

Your walls fluttered around his cock. The use of the pet name causes you to lose your composure right away. You wailed until every muscle in your body gave out and you were absolutely motionless.

Even Ross was unable to contain the desire any longer. His hand reaching up to choke you. The grip on your throat was tight, but that was enough for him to paint your walls with his climax when you clenched around him the way you did. A trembling breath came out of his mouth.

"One more baby, can you take one more?" He whispered.

You nodded, giving him the long-awaited kiss that you so desperately needed. He moved his fingers along your thigh, eventually reaching your core. He didn’t waste any time slipping a finger into the hotness and stickiness of your slit. You moaned in his mouth at the sensitivity and soreness of your entrance from being stretched out. He added another finger, loving the way you moaned in his mouth.

He added a third one. You couldn’t help but break the kiss from the erupting pleasure. Ross loved seeing you struggle, especially now. The heat in your stomach was insane. You had to cum soon. He knew it.

"I can't, Ross." You cried as he fingered deeper into you. Your back arched, but was stopped by Ross.

"You can, and you will." He placed his fingers on your throat once again, even tighter than before.

That is what took you over the edge this time. Your legs shook once again. Your third orgasm crashing against you, this time faster than before. A mixture of his cum and yours coaxed his fingers.

"Such a good girl. You did such a good job. I’m so proud, bunny." He praised you, pressing his drenched fingers into your mouth.

You sucked them clean, which earned a groan from him.

"Baby. I’ll start you a bath." He stammered, and it was clear that he was also struggling to catch his breath from the last few orgasms he had. He removed his hand from your throat. He planted a quick, rough kiss on your neck that he did all the time after sex and that would always be sure to bruise later on.

He got up and was headed to the bathroom to start your bath, but your voice stopped him.

"No. I just want to sleep, please." You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. You were tired, and your wrists hurt so badly from tugging forward, especially during your orgasms.

"Okay, baby, but let me uncuff you. Give me a second." He responded by giving you a kiss on the forehead, he swiftly uncuffed your hands from the cuffs. The abrasive metal of the cuffs left red lines that were permanently embedded in your skin, but you didn't care about them, at least not today.

Before coming into the bedroom to join you, Ross went to clean up in the bathroom. He made sure you were tucked into bed, and then he gave you a warm embrace.

He was aware that tomorrow he would need to clean the sheets, but he didn't give a damn about it. He adores the heat from you and the way his cum pools in your core.

"I love you, baby, so much." He said. Even though he had no way of knowing whether or not you were awake, he went ahead and planted a kiss on top of your head anyway. Just like he does every night.

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[stevengrant-my-beloved]

set fire to me, leave me begging for more [18+]

Jake Lockley x female!Reader

Rating: Explicit

summary: you and your friends go on a pub-crawl and eventually you meet a mysterious stranger who takes you on the best ride of your life, literally.

warnings: substance use (alcohol), club scenes(idk), oral (f receiving), handjob, multiple orgasms, riding (that’s like the main thing), car sex, outdoor sex(?), squirting, not beta-read because that’s how we roll

word count: 7k

a/n: please for the love of god if u find yourself in a similar situation like y/n DO NOT be like them and go off with random strangers promising you a good time, no matter how hot they are XD also I tried with the Spanish, i swear, consulted multiple different websites because i know google translate is unreliable asf.

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It was 9 p.m. on a Friday night, and you’d been lounging on the couch in your cozy apartment, nursing a glass of wine when you heard the doorbell ring, followed by multiple shouts of your name through the front door.

“One second!” you shout, recognizing the voices of your friends and wondering why they’d showed up unexpectedly. Not that you minded, really, but you had been looking forward to a quiet night in with some wine, cheap takeout and whatever movie might have been playing on the TV.

You open the door, and before you can get a word in, your friends are pushing their way into your apartment, all excitedly talking over each other about how they were here to pick you up and go have some fun.

“Uh, guys? What- wait, can someone tell me what’s going on?” you ask as your friends busy themselves with going through your wardrobe.

“We’re going clubbing bestie!” one of your friends exclaims, grabbing your wine glass out of your hand before steering you towards the bathroom. “Come on, it’s been ages since we last did something exciting ‘cause we’re always busy with stuff.”

You sigh, because, yes, it’s true that you and your friends hadn’t really had the chance to hang out, and yes, you did think it would do you some good to actually go outside for a change, but-

“Yeah, I can tell you’re debating this, and I’m not letting you do that,” your friend declares, before unceremoniously pushing you into your bathroom. “Go take a shower. We’ll pick out something for you, and then we’re heading out!”

You hear a chorus of ‘hell yeah’s before the bathroom door is closed shut and you’re left standing in front of your bathroom sink, taking in the disheveled appearance of your reflection.

“Screw it, let’s do this,” you mutter, running your hand through your hair, before stepping into the shower.

You were going to make up for months of not going out by having the best night of your life, and you were going to look good doing it.

---

Twenty minutes later, you’re stepping out of your still steaming bathroom, and you find your friends surrounded by a pile of clothes, each one of them picking up different items and trying to style them into a full outfit.

“You’re helping me clean up after this, I swear to god,” you groan, as you make your way to your dresser. You fiddle with your hair, unsure of what to do with it, before ultimately deciding to just let it stay down as it is.

“Okay, [Y/N], you have to wear this!” You watch your friends through the mirror you’re sitting in front of, and they’re all nodding in agreement as one of them holds up a mini dress, one you don’t remember wearing in a long time.

They’re looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to try it on. You know that if it really came to it, they’d let you walk out in your pajamas if that’s what you wanted, but they looked so excited and it wouldn’t hurt to try it on, so you walk up to them and grab the dress, stomping your feet and huffing, making a show of how much of a pain this all was (it really wasn’t).

You’re all making idle chit-chat as you pull the dress on, and once it’s completely on you, your friends start cheering and whistling, which honestly made you feel just a little bit better about yourself.

Growing up, you never had the best view of yourself, and even though you know better now, even though you know that you’re good-looking, sometimes the little voice in your head still manages to convince you that you’re not perfect the way you are.

Your friends help though. They’re always there to remind you just how smart, beautiful and amazing you are, and you couldn’t be happier in that moment, standing among your them in your small, messy bedroom as you get ready to go have some fun.

The dress itself helps. It’s black, with sheer balloon sleeves and a deep V neckline, and it fits perfectly on your body, accentuating your silhouette in a way that you knew was definitely flattering. You quickly slip on some jewelry and your heels, before you and your friends file out of your apartment and make your way out onto the street.

“Alright bitches, let’s get wild!”

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The first pub you and your friends hit was pretty quaint. It was mostly silent, even for the time of night it was, so you all just sit at a table and get your preferred drinks, talking about anything and everything. It seemed like this particular pub was hosting a trivia night, which your friends decided would be fun to participate in, just for the heck of it. You get most of the answers wrong, but it was the most fun you had had in ages, laughing with your friends and just relaxing with them.

The second and third ones were a little louder in comparison. You’re pretty buzzed already at that point, which means you’re being louder than usual, adding to the noise of the pub. You stumble to the bar, arms linked with your friend so you can grab your group’s drinks, when you bump into someone, almost making them spill their drink.

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry-“ you start to say, freezing when you feel a hand grab your elbow to help you right yourself.

“It’s alright,” a gruff voice mutters, the words almost lost to the loud chatter in the pub. You look up to see the man who still had his hand on you, and when your eyes meet, he straightens up and lets his hand fall back down to his side, before nodding at you and your friend and walking towards to the back of the pub.

You and your friend turn to each other, wide-eyed, because you were both pretty similar and obviously thinking the same thing.

That guy is super-hot.

You manage to get your drinks, and you and your friend make your way back to your table to join the rest of the group when you make eye contact with the man from earlier, who’s sitting at the table closest to yours. His large hand is gripping the neck of a beer bottle, and suddenly your skin feels warmer as you watch his eyes scanning your body, gaze moving from your face all the way down to your feet and back up to your face, before the right side of his lips quirk up in a small smile.

“[Y/N], he is totally checking you out,” your friend whispers. Everyone at the table starts giggling while you focus on passing everyone’s drinks to avoid embarrassing yourself. You eventually take your seat at the table, and by some twist of fate, you’re right in the man’s line of sight.

You sip your drink, something mild and citrusy as you take in the man’s appearance. He’s dressed more formally than you’d expect for a night and time like this, in a white dress shirt and tie under a dark jacket with its collar popped up, a flat cap completing his look. You couldn’t tell how much time passed, with the two of you just staring at each other, occasionally breaking eye-contact when you would turn to address your friends, who kept urging you to go over and talk to the man. There was a part of you that wanted to do just that, but tonight was supposed to be about having a good time with your friends, so you resist the compulsion to walk up to him. That doesn’t stop you from checking him out from time-to-time.

It was around 11 p.m. when you and your friends head out of the pub, deciding to hit a nightclub that was close by. You look over to the table the man was sitting at, only to find that he’d already left. Feeling slightly disappointed, you walk out of the pub, where you and your friends stand debating if you should just wait for a taxi or book one.

You’d been leaning against the outside wall of the pub, wondering if going to a nightclub after hitting three different pubs was really a good idea, when you spot the man from earlier. He’s leaning against a street lamp, a little farther away from you, and when you look up at him, he’s already looking at you, his gazing moving across your form just like it had earlier.

Maybe it was the buzz from the alcohol, maybe it was the way your friends were letting out low whistles and waggling their eyebrows at you, but you suddenly find yourself taking deliberate steps towards the man, managing to stumble only once on your way there.

“Hey,” you whisper as you stand beside him. From this close, you take the time to observe all his features, your eyes immediately landing on the little bandage he has on the bridge of his nose.

“Hi,” he drawls out, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “Can I help you?”

Well…now what?

“Um…”

Just as you were about to most probably make a fool of yourself, your friends step in, telling the stranger that you were all headed to the club, before asking him if he wanted to join.

“Sure…I could drive you guys there.”

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“You ride a limo?”

“It’s…a company vehicle.”

“Oh, okay…”

When the man (you still didn’t know his name, you should probably definitely ask for it sometime soon) told you that he could drive you and your friends there, you expected him to lead you to a regular car, maybe a CUV, or an SUV. The last thing you’d expected to be led to was an honest-to-God limousine.

It was stark white, with vanity plates that read ‘SPKTR’ and red interiors. While your friends stand around marveling at the limo, excited about the turn of events their night had taken, you stand in silence, stealing glances at the man, until he turned around to look at you.

“My name’s Jake. Jake Lockley,” he says, extending his hand forward. You try not to stare at him as you take his hand and shake it. His grip was firm, and his hands felt soft, save for the few callouses he had on his fingers. “So, what’s yours?”

You’d been holding onto his hand, and it took a few seconds for his question to register in your mind, but eventually, you pull your hand back to push a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m [Y/N].” You know your cheeks are flaming red, and you’re hoping that it’s dark enough outside to hide it.

He nods, before going up to the limo and opening the door for your friends, who eagerly get in. He then walks up to the passenger side of the limo and holds the door open for you, taking your hand as you step in. He closes the door behind you and you shift in your seat, pulling at the ends of your dress to make sure they didn’t ride up your thighs, as he makes his way to the other side of the limo and takes his place on the driver’s side.

He looked back at your friends through the open partition. You follow his gaze to find your friends staring at you both with shit-eating grins.

“Ready?” Jake asks.

“Yes! Let’s fucking go!” your friend yells. Jake chuckles before turning back to you and quirking an eyebrow. He seemed to be waiting for something, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. You tilt your head, wondering why he hadn’t started driving yet.

“Seatbelt,” he whispers, motioning towards it, and you scramble to pull it on as he pulls the limousine out of it’s parking spot, before driving towards your next destination.

What a night.

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“Oh my god, this is my song you guys, we have to go dance, right now!” your friend yells over the booming music in the nightclub.

You, your friends and Jake had arrived a few minutes ago and had gone up to the bar, where Jake had decided to buy a round of drinks for the group. You’d all spent some time talking, you and your friends taking turns asking Jake questions to get to know him, and vice versa. He wasn’t the most talkative, preferring to sip his drink in silence and watch you and your friends having a good time instead.

At some point, your friends had all moved to the dance floor, leaving you and Jake sitting near the bar. The conversation had moved from friendly curiosity about each other’s lives to flirting. Emboldened by the alcohol you slip one of your heels off, before trailing your toes against his calf and watching the grip he has on his glass tighten.

The music changes then, to something even more sensuous than before, and you slowly put your heel back on before abandoning your drink. You’d had enough for the night, and you had something different planned.

“Let’s dance,” you say as you grab Jake’s hand, pulling him to his feet and weaving through the crowd of grinding bodies until you’re both right in the middle of the dance floor. You turn towards him and when you see that he’s still standing a few inches away from you, you grab his tie, using it to pull him closer to you until your bodies are pressed flush against each other.

You let the music guide you as you move against Jake, feeling his hands settle against your hips. Slowly and furtively, you sway to the music, rocking your hips against his, and you’re surprised when he does the same, especially with how he moves to the beat. You bring your arms up and around his neck, tangling your fingers in the curls on the back of his head and pulling lightly, feeling your core clench when you see his lips part and his nostrils flare slightly.

Fuck, he is so hot.

Jake brings one of his hands to the side of your face, his fingers pushing back a strand of your hair that had fallen over your face. His hand lingers there for a few seconds, before he moves it down to rest on your lower back.

The heat emanating from his hand burned your skin through your dress, and suddenly you were hyper aware of just how close together you were standing. His piercing gaze was becoming too much for you to handle, so you turn around to press your back against him, grinding your hips against his as you bring his arms around you. You feel his warm breath wash over against the side of your neck as he leans his head down to rest it against your shoulder. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Jake whispers into your ear as you rest your hands over his as they rested over your stomach.

You take the time to think about it. Was it really a good idea to go off with a man you’d just met an hour ago? Sure, he was extremely good-looking, and he hadn’t really raised any alarms in you yet, but he was still a stranger. All you knew about him was that he worked for a ‘private company’, did some ‘contract work’ and drove a limousine.

Something in you said you should take him up on his offer though. It’d been a while since you’d done anything exciting and this seemed pretty damn exciting.

Jake hums, before saying, “We don’t have to-“

“Let’s do it,” you cut him off, turning back towards him and picking at the collar of his shirt to keep from staring at his eyes. “I need to use the bathroom though, give me a minute yeah?”

You smile at Jake before scurrying off to the bathroom, walking through the crowd of drunk people. Your heart is in your throat by the time you lock yourself in a stall, leaning against the door as you take deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You pull out your phone to shoot a quick text to the group chat, hoping your friends see it.

┏

guys, jake just asked if i wanted to ‘get outta here’ and i said yes hafshshdh

OMG [Y/N]’s ABOUT TO GET LAID Y’ALL WOOOO

um wait, is this a good idea??? i mean i barely know the guy…

Babes, it’s your call. If you do go though, keep us updated on your location.

oh hell yeaaa, [Y/N] you better give us all the deets later!!!!!

okay okay ig I’m doing this oh god-

DON’T FORGET TO USE A CONDOM!!!! DO U HAVE SOME? IF NOT, COME GET ME BEFORE U LEAVE, I HAVE SOME!!!

Jfc okay, [Y/N] be careful, have fun, text us if anything comes up <333

YESSS HAVE FUN WE LOVE YOUUU

alright, thanks guys, text y’all later <33

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You don’t stay in the stall for too long after that, walking out to the sinks to splash some water onto your face. You fix your hair and makeup before making your way back to Jake, who had moved back to bar to get out of the crowd.

“So, where are we going?” you ask as you link your arm in his, leaning into him slightly and reveling in the warmth of his body. He looks down at you clinging to his arm and quirks his lips in a half-smile.

“We could go on a drive,” he says as he leads you out of the nightclub. You’re disoriented for a bit because of the sudden absence of noise and the cold winding that hits you the second you’re outside. “I know this place, it’s an hour away. Only if you want to though.”

Jake waits for you to answer, but you’re distracted by how the wind is biting at the skin of your exposed legs, and how your sleeves aren’t doing much to protect your arms. You’re shivering when Jake slowly pulls away from you, making you whine at the loss of slight body heat you’d been getting from him.

“Lo siento, cariño. Give me one second,” Jake whispers, before pulling off his jacket. “Aquí.”

He drapes his jacket over your shoulders, adjusting it until it fell perfectly over your body. You instantly feel better, the wind less harsh on your body now that you were more covered up (and maybe the rise in your own temperature from hearing Jake speak Spanish helped too).

“So, can I take you on a ride?” he asks, smirking when he sees you shiver despite being bundled up in his jacket.

“Yes, please…” you all but moan as you lean into him, before you’re being led back to his limo with his arm around your waist.

God, what a fucking night.

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“So…” you begin to say, leaning against the door of the passenger side to look at Jake. “You’re not taking me somewhere remote and creepy to murder me, right?”

He chuckled. “No, it’s my day off.”

"What?"

"It's nothing."

Jake Lockley, the mysterious man you’d only met a couple of hours prior to getting into his limo and agreeing to go on a long drive with him, kept his gaze on the road ahead of him, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove.

You were on an open stretch of road, with barely any other cars around. You might have been extremely buzzed when you’d entered the limo with Jake, but you’d sobered up pretty quickly once the reality of the situation hit you. You were with a beautiful man, driving to an unknown location where you were assuming (and really hoping) you were going to have a good time. You had rolled the window down at some point, and you looked at all the scenery that you passed by, leaning your head on your crossed-over arms which you’d rested on the window frame. The wind in your hair, and the soft music playing on the radio added a dream-like feeling to the situation. You hadn’t felt this relaxed in quite some time, and it felt nice, getting away from everything for a while.

Eventually, you feel the limo pull to a stop, so you straighten up to take in your surroundings. It’s pretty dark outside, save for the moon and the stars lighting up the area, and one lone street lamp in the distance. You watch Jake get out of the limo, before walking to your side and opening the door for you, taking your hand and shielding your head as you step out.

“Oh, wow…” you mutter, taking in the view before you. “What is this place?”

You’re on a cliffside as far as you can tell, and you hear waves crashing as the familiar scent of the ocean wafts over to you.

“I’m sure it’s got a name,” Jake says as he stands beside you, leaning against the hood of the limo. “But I don’t know it. Just happened upon the place during…a job…”

You hum in acknowledgment as you lean against him, resting your head against his shoulder as you look up at the moon. You try not to think about how intimate this moment feels as Jake slides an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

“Qué guapa eres…” you hear him whisper, and just as you’re about to ask him what that means, he steps in front of you, taking your hands in his and rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, bending his head down to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth. Words escape you, so you retort to grabbing his collar and pressing your lips firm against his. He stepped closer to you, pressing you against the hood of the limo as his hands moved up to hold your face. His lips were warm and soft, and you taste the whiskey that he had been drinking earlier when they part, allowing your tongue to slip inside.

You feel your heart beating against your chest, warmth spreading across your skin as your lips tingle from the kiss. Jake’s cologne, something mild and musky, was dizzying, and your hands land on his back, fingers clutching his shirt as you lean into the kiss. You and Jake kiss for a long time, pulling away and going back in, each kiss growing more desperate and messier than the last. Jake’s arousal presses against your belly, and you clench your thighs in anticipation, biting into his bottom lip to keep from crying out.

You break away from him after what feels like hours, breathing heavily as you bring your fingers up to your now plump and wet lips, and you peer at Jake as you shrug his jacket off of your shoulders, which makes his gaze fall down to your heaving chest. The next few minutes were a blur as Jake leaned his head down and nudged his nose against your neck and trailed it up to the spot behind your ear that made your knees shake. One of his hands trail up your body before settling on your breast, groping slightly as he presses his knee between your legs, right against your clothed pussy, making you moan embarrassingly loud.

Jake leaves kisses on your neck, occasionally biting at the skin behind your ear as he grinds his knee against your core. You grind back against him, whining as you feel yourself getting wetter by the minute. Right when you think you’re about to reach your peak, he pulls away, before grabbing the back of your thighs and hoisting you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around him.

“I want to taste you,” he whispers against your cheek as you pant against his ear. His voice sounds hoarse, and it sends a shock down your spine, making you shake in his hold.

“Oh god, yes-“ you cry out as he moves to the passenger door, somehow getting it open even with you squirming in his arms and biting at his throat. He lays you down on the plush leather seat, and you lean on your elbows with your legs bent over the edge of the seat. Jake was still outside the limo, kneeling on the ground as his hands trailed up your thigh, rucking up your dress as he rests his hands on your hips. The cold air is hitting your clothed core, making you aware of just how wet you’d gotten, and your thighs quiver as Jake’s thumbs rub circles into your inner thighs.

“This okay?” he whispers, dipping his thumbs into your underwear just a little, watching you as you gasp for breath. You nod quickly, lifting your hips up in the air to urge him to take off your underwear, which he does. Jake makes quick work of taking it off and you’re hit with a wave of embarrassment as you feel it peel off of you from where it had stuck to your soaking wet pussy, but before you can dwell too much on it, your legs are being lifted and placed on Jake’s shoulders.

“Jake, please- oh my god, please-“ you whine, as Jake licks and bites his way up to where you’re craving attention. You’re aware of how much your gushing, and just when you’re about to beg for him to put his mouth on you, you feel his tongue lick a stripe up through your soaking folds all the way to your clit, making you buck up against him, trying to feel more of his mouth on you.

He continues laving his tongue through your folds, sucking them into his mouth and smiling against your skin when he hears the sounds that escape your mouth. Your hand shoots out and moves to the top of his head, pushing off his cap before your fingers grab onto his hair. Your thighs clench around his head as he traces his tongue around your clit, and you feel all your blood rushing down to that one area, making you throb with need. You’d felt his light stubble on your neck earlier, but feeling them between your legs was something else altogether, pushing you closer to the edge.

“[Y/N], you taste like heaven-” Jake whispered once he surfaced from between your thighs, his lips and chin glistening. He licks his lips as he moves his fingers over your wet pussy, sliding them through your folds and watching as you clench.

“Te ves muy guapa…”

You moan as his finger dips into you, sliding in effortlessly from the combined wetness of your arousal and Jake’s saliva on you. His finger thrusts in and out of you, and you beg for more, until one finger becomes two and you’re grinding back against his hand, hoping he’d pick up the pace and just fuck you already.

You don’t realize that you’d said that last part out loud until you hear Jake click his tongue before saying something about being patient. You have half the mind to thrash around and take matters into your own hands, but ultimately, Jake gives in and starts thrusting his fingers into you faster, adding in a third finger to stretch you out. It doesn’t take him long to find the bundle of nerves inside you that has you screaming his name and cumming on his fingers. You ride out your first orgasm for the night, thrusting your hips back against the fingers that were still inside you, massaging your walls and coaxing out weak moans from your mouth.

Jake pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs as you catch your breath, slowly pulling out his fingers before bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, making you groan.

You were still recovering from the feeling of Jake’s large fingers stretching you when he straightens up and unbuttons his slacks, giving you a clear view of the outline of his dick pressing against his pants. You stand on shaky legs and grip his tie to steady yourself, before moving your fingers to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them as quickly as you could. Jake rips off his tie, before helping you with his shirt buttons until they’re all undone and he shrugs it off, before chucking it and his tie through the partition in the limo.

Just as you’re about to lie back down against the seat, Jake moves around you and sits on the seat, before pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him, his hands moving under your dress and grabbing your bare ass as your arms move to wrap around his neck.

“Fuck me, fuck me please-“ you pant against his mouth, grinding against his still-clothed dick. “Want to feel you inside me.”

Jake moves his hands to his crotch, pulling down the zipper of his pants ever-so-slowly as you lean against the dashboard and watch him, biting your lips at the sight of his pecs and hard abs as they flexed in the low light of the moon. He eventually pulls his dick out, and your jaw slackens as you take in his size, itching to get your hands around him. You give in to your urges, wrapping one hand around the thick base of his cock, feeling him jerk under your fingers.

You pay close attention to his face as you slowly jerk him off, moving your hand up and down his cock, using his precum to ease your way. His breathing turns shallow, and his eyebrows are knitted together as he stares at your hands. The air around you grows hotter and heavier as Jake lets out a low moan, raising his hips slightly to chase the feeling of your hands once you move them away.

You move to grab your purse, just as Jake’s arm moves around you to open the glove compartment, both of you reaching to grab a condom. Jake manages to fish one out first, which he quickly pulls out of the foil and slips onto his cock.

“[Y/N]…” he grunts, mouthing at the skin of your chest that is exposed due to the deep V-neck of your dress. “Ride me baby, c’mon-“

It doesn’t take much more than that for you to hike your dress up over your thighs and you move to hover over Jake, holding his cock to line it up to your hole, rubbing the head against your soaking wet folds, before slowly moving down to take him within you. Despite how Jake had stretched you out with three fingers, it still takes some effort for his cock to finally push into you.

“Relax,” Jake whispers, grabbing onto your thighs as you flex them to lower yourself further onto his dick, whimpering as you feel his length fill you deep, pressing into you further than his fingers had. You knew you were clenching around him, and it couldn’t have been all that comfortable for him, but Jake remained patient, rubbing your thighs to comfort you as you continued taking him in, wondering just how big he was.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re big-“

“Fuck- [Y/N]-“

Inch by inch, Jake’s dick fills you until you’re completely seated on his lap. You’re gasping against his shoulder, thighs quivering as you feel his cock jerk inside you a little.

“Está apretadito…”

You can’t do much else beside whine and mouth at any and every part of Jake’s body that you can reach, your fingers tangling in his curls as you raise your hips slowly, feeling his cock drag against your inner walls, before you drop back down in one swift thrust, moaning out Jake’s name. Your hands find purchase on Jake’s chest, nails digging in and leaving red welts in his skin and you ride him, raising and lowering your hips rhythmically.

“You’re so fucking sexy, [Y/N],” Jake groans, his hands moving to the sleeves of your dress before pulling them down your arms, exposing your breasts and making your nipples perk up. Your fingers pull his curls hard when his mouth moves over your breasts, kissing and sucking bruises into the skin, making you throw your head back and moan loudly.

You continue riding Jake’s cock, going faster when he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth as he tweaks the other between his fingers, scratching it softly with his fingernail, causing goosebumps to appear all over your skin. You thighs feel sore, and you’re worried you’re going to collapse from exhaustion when Jake uses his grip on your waist to lean you back on the dashboard, before planting his feet firmly on the floor of the limo and-

“Oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck- Jake, please-“ you scream, as he thrusts up into you, managing to nail right over the bundle of nerves inside you that caused your vision to white out with every buck of his hips. Before you can really process what you’re about to say, the words bubble out of your mouth and you moan out, “Oh, papi-“

You feel Jake’s hips stilling, and you gaze down at him through your lashes, your hips grinding back and forth. You’re starting to wonder if you made a mistake, when Jake’s grip on your hip tightens and suddenly he’s slamming you back down on his cock, before raising you up and doing it all over again, making you scream his name repeatedly until your head lolls to the side and all you can do is let out weak moans as Jake continues to fuck you.

“Say it again,” he grunts, bringing one of his hands up to his head to push his hair back. “Say it again cariño.”

“Papi…please- I want to cum, fuck-“

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, and you feel all your muscles clench and quiver as you cum around Jake’s cock. He watches in mild amusement as you writhe over him, before he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing it mercilessly as you ride your orgasm, causing you to clench even harder before you-

“¡Mierda!” Jake exclaims, his eyes widening as you buck up and squirt all over his stomach, sobbing from the overstimulation.

You rise up and off of Jake’s cock before flopping back against the dashboard. Jake stares into your eyes as he runs his fingers through the wetness on his abs, before bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them clean, smirking when he sees the way your thighs clench slightly.

“Stop, oh god- I don’t think I can take anymore…” you groan out, making him laugh.

Jake hums, before reaching a hand under the seat and pulling a small bag, out of which he pulls out a towel. He quickly wipes himself down, before reaching down to wipe at the mess between your thighs. You flinch, the rough material of the towel making your skin tingle slightly.

“Fuck, it’s cramped in here.” You maneuver around Jake’s form, trying to step out of the car with without accidentally stabbing him with your heels. “It’s been a while since I’ve done something like this…”

You manage to get out of the car and step to the side, before you catch your reflection on the tinted window of the larger compartment of the limousine, and realize just how promiscuous you look. Your dress was still pulled down under your breasts, which were bare and on display. You lean closer to examine the various bruises Jake had left on your skin, biting your lips as you trail your fingers across your skin.

Jake eventually steps out, and you turn to look at him, smiling in satisfaction when you see that he’s just as ruffled up as you are. His curls are a mess, and his skin is littered with bruises and lipstick stains, but unlike you, he’d made some attempt to cover back up and tucked himself back into his pants. He steps towards you, moving to pull your dress back over you and smoothing his hands down your arms, before turning back around to pick his flat cap and jacket that you had discarded earlier. Once he’d grabbed those and flung them into the limo, he made his way back to you, standing close to, before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. There’s something so soft about it, and Jake holds you like something precious, like he wants to cherish you, and it leaves you feeling fuzzy.

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Jake had taken care to clean you both up as much as he could before you shuffled in and leaned against him before promptly falling asleep with your legs folded under you.

When you wake up, your head is in Jake’s lap, who is awake, staring out the window with his fingers carding through your hair. He feels you squirming against him, at which point he looks down at you with a small smile.

“Good timing, there’s something you need to see,” he says as you move to sit back up. An open bottle of water is pushed into your hands, and you take big gulps, hoping the water would wash down the taste of the several alcoholic beverages you’d had the night before. Jake gets out of the limo, before grabbing his clothes from the back compartment and quickly pulling them on. You slide out too, smoothing the skirt of your dress over your thighs as you walk up to Jake, who’s standing at the edge of the cliff.

“What’s going on?” you ask, wrapping your arm around his waist and leaning against him. “You want to- oh…”

You’re left speechless as you watch the sun slowly creep up over the horizon, casting a rosy hue across the sky. The golden rays of the sun hit the water, making the ocean gleam.

You sigh. “Believe it or not, I’ve never actually seen the sunrise in person…it’s amazing.”

Jake hums, before slinging his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. “I’m glad I got to show you then.”

You stand there in silence, losing yourself to the moment. You look up at Jake Lockley, the man who had somehow managed to squeeze his way into your heart within just hours of meeting him, the man who had brought you to a beautiful cliffside, where he had given you the time of your life, the man who stepped away from you and held out his hand for you to grab, before leading you back to his fucking limousine and driving all the way back into the city, back to your regular, boring life.

And the whole way back, all you could do was stare at the side of Jake’s face as your phone buzzed inside your purse, wondering what kind of fate had put this man in your path.

---

“Are you sure you’re not hungry? I can get you coffee, if you want,” Jake says, as he drives to your neighborhood.

“No, no, I’m good, thank you.”

The rest of the ride goes by with you and Jake making idle conversation, talking about the most random things that came to mind. It’s comfortable, surprisingly so, and you can’t even hide your disappointment when Jake eventually pulls up to your apartment building. He steps out of the limo and walks over to the passenger door to open it for you, holding out his hand to help you out like he’d done before, and you’re hit with the sensation of butterflies in your stomach.

Oh, this is bad.

You walk up to the front door of your building, and Jake follows you with his hands in his pockets. You’re almost tempted to invite him upstairs but you hold back, not wanting to come off as desperate.

“Thank you…” you say once you’re at the door. “For last night, and today…I had a really good time.” You’re blushing furiously by the time you’re done talking, and you stare down at your feet, kicking at a stone on the stoop.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Jake whispers.

A few moments of silence pass, before Jake sighs and fidgets with his flat cap, pulling it off to run his fingers through his hair.

“I’d like to see you again, if that’s something you want too,” he says reaching his arm towards you and holding your hand.

“Yes!” you blurt out, barely managing to contain your excitement as you try and fish out your phone from your purse. “Um, we can exchange numbers, and you can text me- oh shoot…my phone’s dead.”

You stare at the blank screen of your phone, and you look up to see Jake holding up his phone, which was also dead by the looks of it.

“It’s okay, I think I’ve got- ah, there we go,” you announce, as you pull out a tiny notebook and pen from your purse. You jot down your number really quick, making sure your handwriting is legible, before ripping the page off the book and handing it to Jake.

“Text me,” you whisper, smiling as your fingers brush against his as he grabs the paper. You don’t linger for too long after that, making your way into the building and up to your apartment, where you scramble to get to your window. You know it faces the street out front, and your surprised to see Jake still there, leaning against the hood of his limo, staring down at the paper you’d given to him.

You watch as he brings it up to his face, closing his eyes as he brushes his lips against the slip of paper before tucking it into his pocket. Your heart flutters in your chest and you turn away form the window, biting the nail of your thumb with a huge smile.

You go about the rest of the day feeling like you’re floating on a cloud, and when your phone charges and comes back on, you’re hit with a million notifications from your friends, all asking how the night went. You shoot a quick text to reassure them that you made your way back home, and just when you’re about to drop your phone back onto your bedside table, another message pops up.

Hey [Y/N], this is Jake Lockley.

This might just be the beginning of something really, really fun.

_______

i am horny <3 i hope y'all liked this one, it was a mess to write and took way longer than i liked. might turn this into a series

#m writes #moon knight fic #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely smut #jake lockley fic #nsft fic #moon knight smut #nsft writing

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hi :D Can I please have a One Piece Matchup?

I’d like a male character. My pronouns are he/they, I’m a man and I’m 20 yo.

My MBTI is INTP. I’m an anxious person with daddy issues. I’m shy and reserved at first but, once you know me, I am really talkative and funny. I have a hard time expressing my feelings, and I’m scared to say what I really think because I don’t want people to get angry at me. I kinda have an “obsession” with cleaning my hands and I’m not really comfortable with touching others people’s hands. I daydream almost all day since I’m a little kid. I need to be alone at least once a day. My biggest kin is Morty Smith from Rick and Morty.

I like animals (especially cats and horses), listening to music, reading (mostly mlm and police books), writing, playing Minecraft, watching series (Hazbin Hotel, One piece, Criminal Minds), white wine, watching videos/lives on ytb and Twitch, and horse riding.

I become grumpy when someone gives me orders. I don’t like mathematics, physical contacts in public, my dad, arguing with people and taking in front of a lot of people. I’m scared of spiders, insects and being made fun of. I don’t eat meat and I don’t like cabbages

I’m French and I live in France. I speak French and English and I’d like to study in the USA or the UK to become a translator.

My loves languages are physical affection (only in private) and acts of service.

I can’t think of anything else so I hope it’s enough.

Have a good day :)

Hi friend. I hope you have been doing well. I wish I could speak another language. I am currently learning Japanese and then I hope to learn Korean. But enough about languages. Let's see who you got. I hope you like it!

You Got...

Sabo!!!

Sabo is used to addressing a lot of people, so he can do the talking

He strikes me as a guy who enjoys a nice drink. TBH I feel like most of the guys in one piece drink. But he seems like the guy who would like wine.

He would want to hear about all of your daydreams. He might even turn them into a story. Maybe you two could write a story together based on your daydreams!

Sabo is a rebel (with a cause) and will never tell you what to do!

He would write stories just for you to read.

He enjoys talking to others and would make you comfortable enough to. I could see you two talking for hours and hours.

NEVER WOULD GET MAD AT YOU. He is a pretty happy and calm guy, unless you mess with someone he loves.

Idk know exactly what a date would be. Maybe watching something? He seems like a guy who enjoys a good series

#one piece #first division girl #one piece matchups #one piece matchup #op matchups #op matchup #character matchup

[athousandmorningss]

Some good things:

+ I got a raise for one of my teaching gigs;

+ Got my ~17,000 student loan down to ~11,500 in a matter of a month or so. S/O to the side gig & to my budgeting!;

+ Y’s ex & I have become friends. We are planning to meet in Colorado for a cabin hang. Maybe that’s weird, but I don’t think it is. I think it’ll be healing to meet a person who has had a near-exact experience as me.

+ A previous student emailed me, asking if I’ll be covering a specific course next semester, because they want to take it with me.

+ The state of NM deposited 1,000 into my account unexpectedly. I’m thinking maybe I effed up with my taxes? Whatever the reason: a large chunk of it went to the aforementioned student loan & I’m ganna rent an airbnb with a pool here in a few weeks, because I need to swim badly.

+Making the collage last night was so relaxing & fun. More of that tonight, with some vegetarian nummies & a bottle of wine I’m ganna order for delivery, in hopes the cute delivery guy that usually comes will smile & flirt like he does.

I want to parse some things out related to my ex husband, but will do so under the cut.

I’m ganna detail a situation that happened last year, because it is an example of something I experienced and I’m trying to work through/understand my own response.

Y and I were supposed to watch a football game on a Sunday. He said, I don’t want to miss a work shift, so I’m going to work late Saturday night (he did doordash). I said, Okay.

He did not arrive home until noon or 1 the next day: no call or text to check in with me, and no explanation about arriving home that late. We go down to the bar below our apartment, and he leaves his phone in the apartment. All very fucking odd behavior that had my stomach in knots. We get to bar, and he does not want to talk about work. His behavior is very standoffish and cold. The knot in my stomach tightens even more.

I go up to the apartment and look through his phone. A thing I should not have done (I have nuanced thoughts about this though IDK). I found weird text messages: one in which Y said “I dropped her off at your apartment” and others that were sent to his phone with a food order request.

I want straight to the bar and asked him wtf is going on. He screamed at me, said he was “fucking done with me” and it became a massive fight. Later he revealed that he had helped a homeless woman, given her a ride, etc etc. I still do not fully believe the story, at all.

Beyond that: there’s behavior in this whole scenario that is just fucking weird: staying out until the next day; not checking in with me; hiding that this scenario had even happened etc. 

Y ended up leaving for a neighboring city for a few days and told me I needed to come up with some plans about how I would “improve” my behavior and deal with some of my issues. No consideration at all for his own weird ass behavior

-

& here’s the thing I’m trying to parse: I had many, many experiences in our relationship that caused me to have this gut-knot kind of feeling, this intuitive sense that his behavior was not okay or appropriate. when he would talk to me a certain way, make comments about other women’s bodies, get angry at me, or do shit like the above. So many times when my body was physically screaming THIS IS NOT OKAY. HE Is fucking UP and doing something inappropriate. But, more often than not: I would say nothing. I would conclude that there was something wrong with me, and that he was right. There are so many times in our marriage that he made me uncomfortable, upset etc. but I’d always circle back to believing he is right! you are wrong!

What I’m trying to figure out is: how did that pattern happen? why did I acquiesce so frequently to him? this is also notable because it is a behavior i exhibit a lot, almost all of the time, in my relationships with men.

so I am noting it because I would like to eradicate that trait: and to be able to stand up for and express myself in all areas of my life, especially in my relationships with men. if i ever have one again.

#divorcin' diaries #love ethics

[loopsisloops]

Have I ever told you guys about the time I pretended to date Tom Hiddleston?

Last October, I got an Uber to work. I recognize his name and voice from previous rides, and think “huh he must work this area a lot” but I don’t think much of it after that.

(Thinking back now though…when’s the last you’ve had the same Uber driver for several rides?……………………anyways.)

We’re about half way through the journey, conversation is light and fun, just your routine “What do you do for work/do you go to school?”. We laugh about a joke I made about being afraid of driving. He makes eye contact with me through the rearview mirror and says “I can teach you how to drive” I kinda laugh about it and say “oh idk haha…I’ll probably wreck your car..” and he says “that’s okay haha, I got good insurance.”

At this point, we’ve arrived at my destination and I’ve been trying to open my door to get out of the freaking car for a minute. I’m thinking, I have to clock in in 3 fucking minutes dude! I keep trying the handle and its not budging man. I look back at him and this dude is pulling up instagram on his phone…..

I try the door again. Not budging.

I accept my fate knowing what he’s about to ask.

He turns to me hands me his phone. “So What’s your Instagram? Maybe I can teach you how to drive sometime?”

I stare at his hand, then back at him, then back at his hand.

(I’m still trying the door mind you.)

I give him my instagram. (I panicked okay? I forgot how to say “no.” And I’m not use to someone flirting with me so directly??? Let alone my fucking Uber driver of all people?!??!?)

For two weeks he kept liking my stories and messaging about wanting to see me, and each time I left him on read. This man is just talking to himself in my DMs at this point.

He just wasn’t getting the memo that I didn’t want to take things further than a friendly conversation. So, after a few glasses of wine one night, I decide to have a bit of my own fun. I found some pictures in my gallery and spruced em up a bit with some emojis, nothing crazy. And after a few expertly timed out posts on my story, presto! He was gone!

While executing this plan I decided to keep everyone out of the loop to see how many people I could fool. It’s safe to say I fooled more than just Uber guy that night haha!

One of my closest friends was yelling at me in my DMs “WHO?WHAT?WHEN?WHERE?!?!?”

And so this happened too hahaha:

So yeah, moral of the story, don’t be like me and learn how to say no. Unless Tom Hiddleston is involved. Then it’s always a resounding yes.

Cheers🥂

#story time with loops #shit post #loops shenanigans #loops doesn’t know how to turn someone down #loopsisloops #story time #I get my best ideas when I’m wine drunk #weird Uber driver

[boytumms]

Idk if this’ll do anything for you but I saw someone post about a 4’10 boy going with a 6’5 guy and that’s the same size difference as me and the last guy I had sex with 😂 he was a bit chunky and I’m a chubby thing, I’d been drinking with a friend just before he came round so I was a bit bloated and my warm tummy was tight from the wine. He kept rubbing my fat and marvelling at how tiny my hands were compared to his. I was beyond tipsy and stumbled a bit leading him up the stairs to my room, holding myself steady on a chest of drawers while my belly jiggled. He settled between my thick little thighs and went down on me and his tongue stretched my hole. I was so warm and giggly and pliable for him. I tried to go on top of him but he was too wide for my short legs and I was too drunk to ride him so he let me curl up with my whole body on his soft hairy chest while he kept having sex with me, and when I started to feel sick from the movement and the dizziness he helped me roll onto my back so he could keep playing with me while the room was spinning and my stomach was churning. Then when I could speak again he pressed back into my wobbly, sleepy body, grabbing my donut-soft rolls, and fucked me hard until he grasped me tight to him and came loudly. Once he had gone I sank into the sofa and stuffed myself with cake while I came over and over, my lips still numb and my eyes fuzzy but my hole perfectly sore, reminding me of the gentle giant who had made me feel so good ❤️ the only downside was that he was wearing a condom. I wish he had creamed in me right there, leaving me wondering if my belly was going to just keep growing…

Ajdnakndksnd damnnnn it sounds like you’re out there living your best life hehe :)

#ask #anonymous #tummy ache #stuffing #belly kink #belly ache #stomachache

[peejsocks]

Hello! How are you? Are you taking request? If you are, can you do a headcanon about dating spike jonze would include please?? thank you ♥️

a/n: i’ll say i dont know much about spike beyond his filmmaking so remember that when reading this. but hey it was fun to write, thank u for requesting <3

dating spike jonze would include:

long talks, like hours

probably over wine and a nice dinner at home

idk whether or not he can cook but he looks like he’d try a new impressive dish every other week

but mostly you just eat all kinds of fancy pasta with expensive wine he attempts but fails to tell you the story of

“…ageing for 12 months in french oak barrels and…you know what i have no idea what i’m talking about”

there’s a running inside joke where you two make up weird stories about the wine (or any beverage at this point) you’re drinking

you met either at a niche event or through mutual friends at a holiday party

you made fun of his outfit, saying he looked like ‘a malnutritioned divorced dad trying to be a hipper wes anderson’

its funny because you didn’t know he was him

he liked you instantly, clinging to your side the whole evening

getting you drinks and talking your ears off

by the end of the night, he’s confident you either hate him or is crazy enough to have enjoyed the night with him

when you ask him to put his contact on your phone, his name on the screen shines bright and you look up at his grinning stupid face

“dude. oh, i’m so stupid! god, sorry!!!”

your dates would range from artsy and formal to completely unplanned go-with-the-flow

private exhibits and festivals he’s invited to, carnival rides and coffee shops

not a lot of pda beyond arms across the shoulder

sharing colorful socks

he’s not a pet name kinda guy, instead calling you by your first name everytime (you learn to love it)

he’s a big success with your friends, they all think he’s charming in a very quirky kind of way

mostly, he brings a lot of life into you, so they like him

his friends intimidate you at first, making you a little insecure

his life happens pretty fast and sometimes it’s hard to keep up and feel like you’re actually part of it

until, you’re introduced to the jackass crew

boy do they make you feel included

(too much, even)

the guys (mostly johnny) joke constantly about how they invite you to hang out, spike is just coming with

you are on set as much as possible

jackass is the only set you ever go to, all the others make you too nervous and uncomfortable

usually spike will be very busy and focused

so to not get in his way you hang out with the guys

you do not interrupt his very serious director time

sometimes his head will shoot up and he’ll ask where you are

it’s concerning when no one can tell him

but there is your laughter, he follows the sound to find you sunbathing with pontius, both topless

“how did you get her to undress so fast? it took me months” “i used my wicked seduction powers on her”

shooing pontius away, it’s just you and spike

with a hand over your eyes, you ask him to lay down next to you

“enjoy the sun a little bit, honey, the guys can wait”

“you do look really nice”

you end up making out on the grass, holding hands

before he’s too flustered and gets up abruptly to get back to work

#jackass fanfic #spike jonze #spike jonze x reader

[mintdotspots]

My Idea!!!!!!!! Leon S. Kennedy x reader AFAB!

Hey yall! I am going to be doing a Leon x reader! AFAB! Sorry, I suckat writing male readers, idk y. 

Summary: Leon takes out on a fancy expensive date, and you guys leave in an expensive car. 

Song I listened to for inspo: Don’t by Bryson Tiller, pls listen 2 it to set the mood!

Gif by d00mdaddy 

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    You and Leon knew each other as rookies during the Raccoon City incident in 1998, ever since then, you both have been the best of buds. One day he asked you out on a fancy dinner date, and you agreed.

And the time to go was growing closer.

You ended up having a nasty breakup with a crazy ex, so you decided to take your mind off them with Leon.

 Your phone rang. 

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll pick you up around 8, be ready by then okay?”

“Okay, sounds good!” You said as you both hung up, you panicked! You realized the time was 7:25 pm, you hurriedly did your makeup and slipped into your red satin dress. Topped off with red lipstick and diamonds. Your look was perfect, your curled (h/c), and you had your nails done a few hours before. You looked like a goddess.

Your doorbell rang, as you strode over to the door, you took a deep breath. 

 You opened your door to see Leon in a fancy black suit, with a white scarf, and red tie with a bouquet of red roses. (Re4 costume reference btw). “Wow, you..look so beautiful y/n.”. You blushed, “Thank you, you look so handsome in that suit, such beautiful roses too!”, You said as you smelled the roses. He took your hand in his as you walked over to the fancy car he had, you were in awe of how special you felt. 

  As you both got in the car, he turned on the radio as “Don’t” From Bryson Tiller came on. 

“I wanna give you better.”

“baby, it’s whatever”

“Somebody gotta step up”

“Girl, I’m that somebody, so I’m next up”

“Girl, he only fucked you over cause you let him”

“Pull up, skrr, get in the ride”

“Left hand is steerin’ the other is grippin’ your thigh”

“Light up a spiff and get high”

“Shawty, you deserve what you’ve been missin’.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the song ended, you parked at the restaurant and saw a huge line. “Don’t worry gorgeous, I have reservations, those are people who don’t.” Leon told you, which was relieving. 

As you both took your seats and placed your orders, you both laughed and talked over glasses of wine, but something caught you by surprise. 

Leon handed you a rectangular black box, “Here, I actually wanted to uh give you this..” he was as red as a tomato. “Oh, Leon! You are so sweet, you didn’t have to!” You said as you held it and opened it. To reveal a beautiful rose gold and diamond necklace. “Oh Leon its beautiful!” You exclaimed as you smiled and blushed at him. “It reminded me of you so much, it’s beautiful like you, I couldn’t resist.”, Leon said as you made eye contact with him, you swore you saw hearts in his eyes. Butterflies in yours and his stomachs. You both finished your dinner as he paid for the both of you. You both walked out as he opened the passenger side door for you. 

 As he drove you home, “Don’t” from Bryson Tiller was on the radio again, 

“Fuck him, girl, I guess he didn’t know any better”

“Girl, that man didn’t show any effort”

“Do all I can just to show you you’re special”

“Certain it’s your love that holds me together”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You arrived home, as Leon walked you up to your doorstep. 

“I enjoyed all of this Leon, we should definitely do this again soon!” You hugged him tight, “How does next Friday sound?” He asked, “Of course!” You replied. You both looked each other in the eyes as he puts his hand on your cheek to caress it, you place your hand on the back of his neck. 

You both leaned into the most passionate kiss ever, feeling like you were on cloud nine, flying, and in pure bliss. As the kiss ended, he leaned his forehead against yours, as he stepped back. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” He asked, you giggled,”Definitley, goodnight Leon. I love you!” You exclaimed, his face softens as he curls a huge smile and blush, “I love you too, Y/n!”. As you walked inside and tossed your shoes.

Best night ever.

Thanks for reading! Leave me some requests!! 

#resident evil 4 #resident evil #re4 #re vendetta #re village #re viii #Leon Kennedy #leon s kennedy #Leon Scott Kennedy #re leon #leon #resident evil x reader #resident evil 6

[hoodievixen]

The Voice of God [Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Priestess!OC] Part 12

Summary: Steven and Godeleve thought they finally found some normalcy with each other. Little did they know they would drag each other further into the mysteries ands secrets in their lives. (Godeleve can see and talk to Gods - mainly the Greek kind)

Word Count: ~ 3k

Warning: cannon typical violence, I think there’s swearing - idk if there’s swearing, mentions of alcohol, Moon Knight spoilers, author has forgotten what a normal conversation is after the end of the world, no beta we die like men

A/N: I’m alive! If you didn’t see my updates, my mental health took a nose dive so a took a break, quit my job (twice), and got my medication adjusted. I’m doing better. I wrote some of this chapter months ago, so if part way through the tone completely changes, that is why. This chapter is also a bit longer than other, cause half of it is an episode written out, something I hate doing yet curse upon myself so often. I also hate reading stories/chapters like that, so you get more.

Part 11, Part 13, Master List

The boat ride to Mogart's had been tense between marc and Layla. Both had secretly wish Godeleve had been there, thinking her presence would have lessened the atmosphere. But most likely she would have made it worse, saying something out of turn, or playing both side, riling them up even more. But she had parted from the two, having her own way to get into Mogart's. She said it would be easier to sneak in as a pair and a single than a group of three. Yet before deciding said group, she disappeared.

"Remember your name is Rufino Estrada," Layla reminded Marc as the two walked further into the yard, though it seemed more like a fare ground.

Marc was scanning through the crowd, trying to spot Godeleve. He knew she was a fan of disguises, so it would make sense for her to be hard to spot. Still he wanted to know where she was at when it came down to it. "Right," he responded to Layla, "We just got back from our honeymoon in the Maldives."

"That's an interesting little detail to give them."

Layla was not having it, "I'd tell them you worked in a gift shop, but they'd never believe me, would they?"

As the two approached the El - Mermah field another man in a black suit approached them. "Bek," Layla greeted him.

The bodyguard looked up and down the couple, scanning them for any threats. "Layla," Bek greeted her, a tinge off of indifference.

The two went into a hand clasp of a greeting. "It's been a while," Layla said, sounding friendly.

"Good to see you too," he responded finally making direct eye contact. "Right this way."

"Thank you," Layla said before following the man in black up to the wooden fence around the ring.

"He's looking forward to seeing you," Bek commented, "After Madripoor I'm sure you two will have a lot to talk about." He led them past the line of armed men, of body guards. "However you are not is only visitor tonight." Beck nodded over to a familiar figure leaning against the wooden fence, a glass of wine in her hand. She hadn't even bother changing her clothes. Still the limited clothing showing she was a foreigner and the dark head dress blocking her face.

"Excuse me for a moment," Bek said, heading in the direction toward Godeleve. "Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly."

The two kept their distance from Godeleve, as they were nothing but strangers right now. "So what?" Marc scoffed, filling in the silence as they waited. "This joker put on El- Mermah games in his backyard, for fun?"

"No, he gets private lessons from the best in his backyard, " Layla retorted, stressing her annoyance at Marc.

Marc didn't know how to respond to that, not having expecting that from this guy. "Cool." Marc watched the guy as he prepared to greet them "I like the robe."

"Layla. Come in," Mogart called out to them. The couple walked out onto the sandy field. "Such a delight to see you."

"You two," Layla said, returning the mans handshake.

Morgart then leaned down to her hand. "How have you been?" he asked before kissing the back of her hand.

Layla didn't react to it, being used to the greeting. "Good. Thank you for having us on such short notice. Even with another visitor." Layla glanced to look at Godeleve, seeing that she was now walking around the outside of the fence, a man in a black suit following her.

"Oh please," Mogart said with a smile. "I hope you realize you need no excuse to drop by. And they..." his eyes glanced over at Godeleve, "Was a spur of the moment business meeting. I'll introduce you before out deal is over."

Layla nodded to him, before bring her attention to Marc. "This is my husband, Rufino," she introduced him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Nice to meet you," Marc said, holding out his hand. Marc spoke in an English accent. While his alter spoke in one all the time, he didn't not sound confident speaking in one himself.

"Pleasure," Mogart said. But he tied his robe before shaking marc's outstretched hand.

He then started leading the two across the field, towards his house. "I hope you understand, this is more than a collection to me," Mogart explained. "Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously."

Layla softly laughed. "I self - appointed responsibility that you alone were able to enjoy, no?"

"Well, I prefer to see it as a philanthropic effort at preservation," he defended himself.

"Which I say you do quite better than some museums," a soft voice said, slowly approaching. She was speaking in yet another accent. French this time.

Mogart turned around wearing a soft smile. "Yes, you would be one to know," he commented. He held out a hand toward to woman who was approaching. "Layla, you ay have heard of her. You both work in similar fields. This is Lythraceae. "

"Don't feel bad if you don't," Godeleve, no Lythraceae, said. "I assume you deal with Egyptian antiquities, while I deal more with Greek and Roman." She gave them both a smile. In her eyes there was a single glint of familiarity. No one would have been able to expect they knew each other.

"While your name dose sound familiar, I wouldn't have been able to place it," Layla answered. The two met in the middle and shared a handshake. Even then not even a wink of recognition in her eyes.

"With introductions out of the way," Mogart started, stepping between the two. "What has you interested in this piece?"

"Well..." Layla started only to be interrupted.

"I'd like to hear from your husband, if you don't mind," Mogart said, gesturing to Marc, who had been taken off guard by such a request. Everyone was watching him, all excepts Godeleve who's gaze was off somewhere behind them and something else on her mind.

"I think - I think I'd like to take a look," Marc stuttered out, sound oh so suspicious. Still Mogart let them take a look.

Godeleve stayed out, set to keep Mogart and Bek mildly distracted while they did what they needed to do. "It is quite a piece," she commented.

"Indeed," Mogart agreed, trying to be hospital to a guest and possible future business associate, while not taking his eye of the couple.

"So few mummies still exist, crazy how people used to eat them," Godeleve commented off handedly.  

Of course Mogart knew what she spoke of, however Bek did not. "What?" he asked, turning his attention to the art thief.

Godeleve nodded. "While not so much as ate them, as consume."

"In Victorian England they would consume mummies for their 'mystical properties'," she explained. "As well as cocaine for a cold. So not a good track record."

Layla left the pyramid and joined the group. " He just need a couple of minuets in there alone," she explained, as she also stopped Bek from going in. " 'cause...Yeah. He is... He's praying." she terribly explained.

"Do the old god still even listen to the plead of humans?" Godeleve questioned. If anything she new how to change the subject. Layla gave her look, which could  be played of as confusion, but was more so checking if Godeleve was alright.

All was going fine until they saw Marc actually handling pieces. Guns were then drawn. However due to her not known of being involved, Godeleve had no gun pointed to her. Still both Marc and Layla were held at gin point. She could only just stand back and wait until something happened. Only do unto him what you see him do unto others. Those were her instructions, so that was what she was going to stick to. She is not in the proper state to question morals, instead have someone choose them for her.

Of course then he had to arrive. "What ever they've told you, I'm sure I can offer you something much more tangible." Harrow brought the scarab from his pocket and held it out to Mogart. It even started levitating, show it's magic. "Why settle for a clue, when you can have the treasure."

Layla tried to reason with him to not trust Harrow, but he was not having it. She even told him about Harrow's plans of slaughtering millions. But it was clear that something had happened in the past to cause him not to trust her.

"Please, there is no need to descend into violent accusations," Harrow butted in. "Each one of you has so much more in common than you know." Slowly he approached the group.

"Layla, you keep thinking that distance will prevent the wounds from your father's murder from reopening. But something stands in your way. Your husband doesn't tell you the truth.

And Marc, you don't tell her because you know that if you do, she'll see you exactly as you see yourself, as unworthy of love."

His gaze then turned to Godeleve. "I'm going to stop you right there," she interrupted him. "Cause I know anything you know about me, it's from Zen. Which is very rude that they shared that stuff. I don't go around sharing their dead name."

"Godeleve, you are actually someone I feel pity for. So desperate to be human, yet you have no idea how."

Her once relaxed postured turned stiff. "I believe I'm a better human than you will ever be. I know the worth of a life and free will. Those are nothing but minor sacrifices you will make to reach your goal. You are a closed minded fool with a silver tongue and a broken morals. You hate the gods, but how I see you are no better than them. Currently you are just trying to sew animosity between us, but we will all still be united by our hatred of you."

Harrow disregarded her, instead turning his attention to Mogart. "Anton, the lore surrounding these relics, I offer proof that it's real."

"So can I," Godeleve said in the background. "Not like there's a fucking god on you roof right now." No one payed attention to her.

"This sarcophagus dose not belong to anyone."

Said god on the roof caused the light to flicker and the wind to pick up speed. "Do it - summon the suit," he told his avatar. Marc only glared in his direction. "Give them what the deserve."

What do they deserve? Godeleve wondered. To her knowledge they were but greedy art thieves. Not much worse than herself.

Harrow already started to chant. His cane now lighting up purple and the wind started howling. Godeleve started approaching. As purple smoke started swirling, she put her hand down on the cane. It had been her first time touching it. It sent a shock into her hand, similar to a mild tazze, yet she kept her hand on it. "I believe that is enough proof," she said. Harrow finished the chant, now keeping eye contact with the Priestess.

The purple smoke surrounded the sarcophagus destroying it. Godeleve had taken her hand off the cane, and curled it into a fist. None had expected such a loud crack to come from a punch of a woman of such a short frame. While Harrow himself had not show such aggression towards a person, one of Godeleve's duties was to protect the sanctity of burials and bodies. Destroying a sarcophagus could easily justify some minor assalt.

"You hold no respect for the living or dead, do you?" Godeleve spat as both Harrow and Mogart's men surrounded her.

While they were distracted Marc took the opportunity to summon the suit. Moon Knight could be seen perched at the top of the pyramid that now held a destroyed sarcophagus.

Harrow had already made his exit.

Bek and Mogart were quick to follow.

Godeleve was quick to break free of the pair of men holding her. She twisted back other their arms into an uncomfortable position any further and something would break. With her hands touching the skin of their wrist she said a quick sleeping spell. Sigils lit up on the back of her hands, something she had prepared previously to properly preform said spells.

She glanced over to Layla who had picked up a gun from a body that had a crest dart stick out of it's back. With no hesitation Layla fired at retreating figures. One fell to the ground.

While she knew Marc had no qualms with killing, Godeleve had yet to observe it herself. Nor would she had expected such actions from Layla, who has experienced a great lose. Godeleve could help but question decisions, both those of the ones she serves, the ones she is working with, and her own. But she didn't have a moment more than for thoughts to enter her mind.

A line of guard on the other side of the field started firing at them. Godeleve threw herself to the ground, rolling into the shadows. She emerged behind the center man. she leaped onto him, covering his mouth with her hand. as he was stumbling backward due to the sudden extra weight she mumbled the sleeping spell yet again. She hadn't thought her approach through fully as the man fell asleep he feel back, landing a top her.

The ones besides him had noticed and had their guns aimed at her, once she would free herself from their comrade's body, they would fire away. Though none of them had expected her to melt away into darkness.

A hand emerged from the shadows behind one man. It gripped onto his ankle and he himself melted into darkness, only to appear a mile away on a street corner.

Godeleve then appeared in front of a man at the end of the line. Before he could fully comprehend the sudden appearance she kicked the gun out of his hand. She brought her hands down onto his just as she said the last symbol of the spell.

She then ducked to avoid the projectiles sent by Marc. She let out a low hiss and shocks hand like she was trying to get something off of them. Such frequent repeated use of the spell was causing the sigils to burn.

She looked back to see Moon Knight had knocked all the guns out of the mens' hands. Godeleve burred her hand into the dirt of the field. All the guns on the ground were swallowed by shadows and spit out into the river.

He then came running in to take care of them. It would have been a pathetic fight even if they still had all their guns. In the middle of it, Marc froze. Holding a man in a chokehold the suit changed. No longer was it the ceremonial garb, but not a white three piece suit.

"That's it," he called out, with a true English accent now. "Alright. Time out."

Godeleve stood up, looking at him dumbfounded. "Steven?' she wondered out loud.

"Oh hello, don't think we've been properly introduced," he said.

She wasn't sure how to take that. Sure she had been wearing a wig, lenses, and a heavy amount of make up during the entirety of their relationship. Yet Marc had been able to recognize her, though he didn't believe it. Steven had had to have heard her name, he had to know it was her. Did she want him to know it was her...?

The sound of horse hooves interrupted her thoughts. One was heading right towards her. Instead of running or rolling out of the way, she stood her ground. At the last moment, she leaned to the side, grabbing onto the reigns. With the momentum of swinging herself onto the horse, she knocked of the rider as well. "I do not know how to ride a horse," she commented to herself, "But now's a good time to learn."

Another rider was charging at her, his stick held out to knock her off, she just ducked beneath it. Godeleve was quickly approaching the fence, and didn't know how to turn. She did have an idea on how to stop. She pulled back harshly on the reigns. While it did stop the horse it did buck her off, and Godeleve fell into the dirt with a thud and a groan.

As she clambered back up off the ground, she turned to see Marc had control of the body again. There were three guys surrounding him. Each with a spear through him. Had he not had the healing suit, he would be dead, They had the intentions to kill. She could have the same for them.

In her hands appeared a gun, one of her own. While the rifle had a scope she did not need it. Three consecutive shots ran out. Each struck true. Two to the heart, and the final to the head.

All that was left was one final rider, and Mogart who was now mounted as well. Layla ran out onto the field, hopping the destroyed fence. She easily fired and struck the rider, having him fall of his steed. However Mogart struck her from behind.

Marc now having removed the spear from his body threw a dart at Mogart, hitting him in the back. The horse still went on even as the rider slowly fell off.

Both of them looked to Godeleve who had her gun now pointed to the ground. "You couldn't have done that earlier?" Marc asked.

"I have my rules," she explained plainly. A loud howl echoed through the night, though it was closer to a growl. Godeleve swore she recognized the sound. But no matter what it was it was the beast summoned by Harrow's magic that she needed to deal with.

She returned her rifle to wear it had previously been. "I have something else to take care of," she sighed as she hoped over the fence and walked into the mass of trees.

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I’m thinking about writing a Royal! Au with the Dimitrescu’s, centered around Cassandra mostly. They’re still in the business of making wine because every kingdom has its specialty. Anyhow it’s centered around this song. The main theme was going to be like a formal ball or masquerade and Alcina wants Cassandra to at least act like she wants to be there like her sisters do. Well Bela acts, Daniela genuinely enjoys these kinds of events. Cass wants nothing to do with it, all she wants to do is change out of her stupid dress and go outside. She’d always been drawn more towards the rougher things in life, hunting, swords (any weapon really this is Cassandra), horseback riding (but like not the way they make girls who were dresses ride), etc. Anyways I’m getting off track here, Reader, I’m not quite sure what her title would be or what her relation to them would be yet but Cass and reader get along well, maybe even forming a secret relationship? Cass can be herself around this person. Maybe the reader is their head huntress? I don’t know, we’ll see. Anyways the reader is also at the ball and asks Cassandra to dance, seeing that her mother was practically pleading for her to be somewhat social. They dance and it just the two of them in the world, Nobody else matters. There’s this spark between them and it’s so bright and warm. Nobody really notices because they’re dancing in a sea of people but Alcina notices the spark between them, it isn’t like Cassandra to accept a dance from anyone, no matter how much she pestered the girl to try to socialize before. Cassandra would usually just go find Bela and stick with her for a good hour, she’d never voluntarily dance. After the dance the two meet in the gardens where it’s quiet and void of people trying to rub elbows or catch good graces. The two just walk around and talk quietly. It cute, they make plans to go hunting the following week and yeah. Idk I just want some fluff but also like a lot of tension? Idk what do you guys think? There’s going to be more but this is like the main thing I want to be in the piece.

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please don’t apologize!!! one of my best friends does that a lot too, she just reappeared after being MIA for a month so just imagine me waving my hand dismissively at your worries

oh i don’t take this list too seriously tough hahaha i’m a helplessly methodical person, i love lists and order and spreadsheets so i try to have a TBR but if a book on my shelf stares at me too hard I drop the list and I go at it or if somebody recommends me a book and I feel its calling, I rush to amazon (which is what happened with ‘everything i know about love’).

you GOTTA do a celebration when you reach 1000!! not like on tumblr like in real life, idk like buy a bottle of your favorite expensive wine or a perfect comfy loveseat to match your shelf or some other self indulgent shit that preferably involves confetti being thrown around. you’re your spreadsheet scares the bejesus out of me hahaha not because of the book quantity but because it’s such a complex layout!!! i sure as hell don’t have the excel skills to do it – wish I had though)

so that may be kinda serendipitous or i’m just too wrapped up in my own head buuuut i’m gonna start a publishing MA course soon!!

I was lucky the woman who managed my flat spoke English and helped me and my friend when we needed it but yeah Budapest has loads of international students who all face the same issue. Also, this may be a touchy issue so if you don’t wanna dive into it I get it, but how do you feel about politics in your home country? Is it a topic you try to avoid because you left or it gets under your skin nonetheless?

i don’t mind i mean i’m on anon and countries are big so…… (tough europe is pretty small in one train ride you’ve seen it all) i’m moving to the UK actually

uhhhh yeah the silence thing is something i’ve never seen before as well and that’s at least one props to SJM hahaha

Az has a tough façade but he’s a big softie (my favorite kinda guy) underneath it all – kinda like you he too looks like he wants to unalive people – and yeah I’m diving into the account you suggested right freaking now!!!

you should!!!! Get them out of your shelf now!!!!! Look, the first book has one POV only, the older sister, the second book has one as well, the younger one, only the third has two though it’s more focused on the younger sister. it’s probably on my top 3 favorite fantasy series so i highly recommend it

exactly!!! i like trash talk like on the hating game (i have a lot of critiques about this book if I take off the rose colored glasses) when it’s funny and sometimes childish and petty but there’s some amount of respect there and sometimes even admiration for your rival. And those silly misunderstandings, like A and B are C’s best friends but they are jealous of each other are fun as well. The worst subtrope in my honest opinion is the bully falling in love with the victim or vice versa.

ohhh that!!! People whose brain is a smart little cookie don’t judge people on what they read, I mean, if you see me on the subway holding a book whose title is ‘how to kill your family’ and you think I’m trying to kill my family, you’re a straight up idiot who doesn’t understand the concept of escapism. And books in general. Have fun with your dark fantasy novels babe, I bet they’re hot as hell, read one (promises and pomegranates) and wanna dive deeper into that pool (neon gods is on my radar, have you read it?)

I mean........ i’ve only admitted that to three people but yeah I do. I want a partner and kids and a house and a cat, I’ve always wanted that – though after a terrifying child-birth video my sex ed teacher showed us I’m pretty sure I’m gonna go with adoption when it comes to the kids phase. And I don’t take marriage that seriously I guess. The commitment I do, the partnership and monogamy of it all, but the till-death-do-us-part part that comes with the ceremony I don’t. I want the party, big, small, intimate, whatever, but for me it’s not this moment that makes up a marriage. There’s also the thing that since I was little I’ve kinda known I would end up alone (oh those daddy issues) so I guess I just think if I ever manage to find someone who wants me at the same time as I want them I’m lucky enough no matter how long it takes. There’s a Brazilian poet who once wrote, may love be eternal while it lasts, and I believe in that wholeheartedly. I wanna grow old by someone’s side, be them my first love or that cute 70-year-old I met at yoga for pensioners’ class on a sunder morning. Maybe I’m trying to say I don’t believe in one soulmate or one true love…… it’s just all so chaotic. And the taking-someone’s-name thing rubs me the wrong way too, i can’t see myself doing this. What i can see myself doing is being with a guy who growls “mine” in my ear hehe ~goodreads anon

Hahah my kind of people xD It's a very bad habit to forget to reply to people because I get immersed in something but sometimes I just do. Not always!

Woah, I just read back this whole message that I wrote and I have to say you caught me in a very intense moment. Please grab a seat and a cup of tea or coffee because I was spilling some passionate monologues below. Not gonna lie, it's a solid novella xD I'd also like to warn you of my swearing and cussing :D

Lol, that's me every time TikTok recommends me books. Like there are so many books, it's impossible to buy and read them all xD *awkwardly laughs with an empty wallet*

Oh, I definitely will celebrate. I'll go to Waterstones, Piccadilly, London (Europe's largest bookstore, 6 floors of goodies <3) and buy even more books xD Nah, but for real, I'll probably celebrate somehow, maybe by buying a new shelf because it's getting quite full. Back in the day I could turn my books to have the front facing me, but I don't have enough space to do that anymore :D Wine is a no though. Whilst I love it, it makes me extremely sleepy without being able to sleep xD

Honestly, I was working in an office before so excel became my life for years. I picked up a couple of things from there and google and youtube. To be fair it's not difficult, you just have to add a background photo, insert some shapes and adjust their sizes, link hyperlinks to where you need them and add some formulas. It's all done after that :)

Publishing is a goodie, I love it too, but at the same time it's very hard to get into a good company and many times they don't even look at your qualifications they only look for experience with any kind of book related job. Librarian, book seller etc. It's very weird if you ask me, but not a bad thing.

Let me leave the Hungarian part for last, because that's gonna be a very very very long rant and I'd like to ask you to grab a second cup of coffee or a tea to survive it xD

Oh you are coming over here?! I hope you will love it :D You defo need to visit Waterstones, Piccadilly if you ever come to London. It's amazing! They even have a little instagram corner which was like a garden aesthetic before and now it's Heartstopper related :)

Okay, if only the third book is dual pov, then I don't mind. It sounds better because by then I'll have more knowledge on the characters. First I have to get through this stupid Restore me (Book 4 of Shatter me) and then I'll put that series on hold. I put it down for the 4th time already. 4th! I'll never finish it xD Is there romance in Caraval? How important is it in the story if at all? I'm a very romance and character focused reader so I need me some info xD

"The worst subtrope in my honest opinion is the bully falling in love with the victim or vice versa."

No! I can't agree with that, I'm sorry! xD I personally love that if the series goes on longer and we see a redemption arc and/or character development. I don't excuse bullies, don't get me wrong, but seeing them improve themselves and then fall in love (NO INSTALOVE or standalones) is quite satisfying to me. Like how they are trying to fight their feelings because they hated each other. Though I only like these when there was no physical torture only like hurtful words and then later on the LI is ACTUALLY remorseful and although he fights it, he tries to make up for what he had done. Once again, redemption arc or character development. I'm a romance and character focused reader so me likey xD

Oh, please, so many people don't understand escapism. I actually had to unfollow a really popular BookToker because whilst they read Fantasy, YA, NA, Contemporary and Historical romance, so everything I like, the way they explained that readers of dark romance are r*pe apologists and romanticise domestic ab*se was the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. How dare someone judge another for first of all reading a fictional story, secondly enjoying something that doesn't harm anyone, thirdly questioning how they cope with whatever possible trauma they might have gone through and then lastly shame anyone for enjoying a goddamn book. Like should I go back and shame them for enjoying spice with a blue alien? Or the fact that in one of their favourite romance books the LI kidnapped the FMC? So kidnapping is okay for them? Isn't that also dark romance? Like the sheer stupidity of all these judgmental people makes me so mad. Like I don't judge you, nor do I give a flying heck about what you read, so why do you feel the need to judge me? Are you bored maybe? You should think about picking up some activity and buy a new personality because this just didn't pass the vibe check. Khm, sorry, got a little passionate about it xD

Oh dear, Neon Gods? Book 1 is an average read.

BUT! BUT! BUT!

ELECTRIC IDOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Yes, this is me screaming!)

ELECTRIC IDOL! BOOK 2 OF NEON GODS! OH MY GOD! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! IT'S LIKE THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN THE TWO MAIN CHARACTERS SWALLOWS YOU! IT'S THE PERIODIC TABLE FROM A TO Z. PERFECTION!

Okay, I feel better. So, yes, Neon Gods was a 3/5 for me, but Electric Idol was a solid 5/5. The plot is not some brain-twister so don't expect much on that front, but the chemistry, the tension, the witty comebacks, the banter, THE CHEMISTRY, yeah, it was very good. Excuse my SLIGHTLY passionate outburst. I'm alright xD

Here are my Goodreads reviews on Electric Idol and Neon Gods. Feel free to read them, they're spoiler free. :)

It's perfectly fine to want marriage, children, cat, dogs, house or whatever you imagine as a family, it's not something you should feel bad about for admitting. Some people want it, some people don't and that's the beauty of it. We all want different things.

I feel you on the 'end up alone' part. I mean people don't even want to communicate anymore and relationships have become so difficult with all these, seeing each other, dating, situationship, casual dating, casual relationship, exclusive relationship and what not, that at this point people don't even know what they are doing. A couple of years ago, I was dating a guy for 11 months when he told me he was still not ready for a relationship. B*tch, you know where the door is, disrespectfully, walk yourself out! Besides, with how men behave nowadays, no surprise that noone, regardless or gender or sexuality, wants to date them. I'm saying this from a heterosexual point of view, but the 'your place is in the kitchen' comment is so outdated. Like don't you dare degrade my worth to a kitchen when you can't even do as much as I can.

To be honest, Hungary in general is a touchy subject, but I don't mind talking about it. Before I get into politics though, let me explain something.

I left because I don't like Hungarians. I have wanted to move to the UK since I was 14 and soon I wore my parents down enough to actually move. Hungary is beautiful, but the people are rude af. Now Hungarians can come and bash me for it, but honestly it's a disgrace what people in retail, hospitality or healthcare get away with, both employees and customers. I'm not a patient person, but when I go out, I always behave in the most respectful ways because I had been working in customer service before and I know how customers can be. But the sheer disrespect people get away with disgusts me. One of my parents' friend talked to a waiter in such a disgusting manner, that I actually had to stand up, walk up to the waiter and apologise myself, because I literally couldn't handle the sheer disrespect. I CAN NOT stand this kind of behaviour. And this is just a very minor issue. It gets so much worse.

Besides each time I travel to Hungary, I get so depressed that I can't f*cking move. A month ago when I flew back, my mother had to fly after me 3 days later, mind you I'm a 28 years old woman, I'm not a child, because at one point I called my mother 25 times a day telling her how f*cking suffocating the country is. I had to stay because I was getting my teeth done. It would have cost me £20,000 in the UK whilst it cost me £1,000 in Hungary, I had no choice but to stay, but I fell into such a horrible depression that I don't wish on anyone, not even my enemies. This is a reoccurring situation each time I travel there so I don't go unless I must.

Regarding politics. Have you seen who runs that country? A freaking moron who apparently studied in England, but can't for the life of him have a meeting without a translator. A man who preaches the unimportance of EU only to beg for money from EU. A man who keeps saying that he is loyal to the EU only to become bffs with a country that is killing innocents. Nah! I know this is the dark side of politics, I partially study this after all, but I still believe that the only reason he is still in his position is because Hungary doesn't have a good opposition, noone is better, besides even if they were, the sheep follow him anyway. But the funny thing is that he isn't stupid though. He knows what he is doing and he plays his hand right. He builds on people's stupidity. Keeping them uninformed and misinformed. It's key knowledge that the opposition can't even go on the Hungarian national tv only to another free to view channel. Though luckily the Hungarian national tv is not very popular anyway. The idiots who follow him like stupid sheep are the one who are still keeping him in his position for long enough to sell all public places, like the freaking Lake Balaton to all his bodies and make them private. A freaking lake! How dare he? Well, he dares, because Hungarians complain about everything but before the election they magically forget about all their sufferings. Whether they vote for him or he cheats (because we've seen evidence) it doesn't matter. It's a freaking joke, if you ask me. And in what other country do they have a minister in charge of the Prime Minister's Office, instead of the Prime Minister being charge of his own office? Excuse me, but Hungarian politics is the dumbest, the silliest, the most moronic political system I've ever had the unpleasure of knowing. I hope this sums up my feelings. :)

I would also like to apologise for making you read through this, I might have been in a bit of an intense state xD

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