#inhales deeply... exhales heavily

[bcneheaded]

ALSO IDK IF I SHARED ELDCN R/NG STUFF but that is my current obsession so i

her name is Cyg (Cygnatratus,,, bc i am ,,, a nerd,,,, and like to make things Mean Things [a play on how the dragons names work! her name is a mixture of words that means 'black swan' essentially jfjfjfhd]) she's a prisoner subclass (and all that comes w it yea) and a draconian <3 playing heavily in the dragon blood thing, wants to purify her blood or whatever jfsdfhsdjf idek!! if thats possible but she sure as hell wants to try (probably why she was imprisoned all those years ago,,, smthng to do with her seeking some kind of forbidden power) ANYWAY she's a little Havoc Wreaking gremlin who did NOT need the flame of ambition at all but now she has it and she's never been so terrifyingly Laser Focused on power FDGFDG anyway tldr, as a good friend of mine once said..... We support women's rights and women's wrong here... she just happens to have a lot of Wrongs

#( ooc ) #( tbd ) #my brain is FRIED . yes still #from these past few weeks but waves a hand a lil #i could describe her better (but alas I am well aware No One Asked and i dont have the brain power HFDSGYHFJD) #tldr to that tldr: draconian lady want be like dragon <3 but not like just by consuming dragon hearts (tho she will) #also probably will snag the throne OR do the frenzied flame thing ngl #also that hug......... she has probably NEVER been hugged or cant remember any hugs ever so like #inhales deeply... exhales heavily #she really needed it and did Not Know #bless u fia... sorry for what i must do HYGHJF #The ONE and ONLY time Cyg has felt.... Subdued. #amazing. terrifying. she both liked it and hopes it never happens again #while simultaneously hoping it happens again fjfjsjdf #also feel the need to say-- do i love this game? yes. am i good at it #NOT AT ALL gfdgDF #also x like 4.... yes..... that is a nasty burn scar on her face #what is it from? probably fire or lightning LOL.... #is it from a dragon? potentially #is it from fighting? also probably #just in general #did it stop her? abso-fucking-lutely not

[roguelov]

Sleepless Night

Summary: Unable to sleep, you stumbled across Sanji at the back of the ship. A quick exchange, and some teasing remarks, a realization was made. Sanji hasn’t been with anyone, and you wanted to be his first

Word Count: ~ 4k

Reader: Afab (referred as love/sweetheart)

Warning: SMUT (oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), light exhibition (outside at night), voyeurism, inexperienced!Sanji)

Part 2

MINOR DNI/ 18+ ONLY

The late night breeze rippled across the obsidian glasslike sea. The ship, the Going Merry, was gently rocked like a baby in a cradle. The moon and stars glittered across the sky, guiding those to the land of dreams. It was a calm night, a peaceful night.

Yet, one soul was awake.

Sanji leaned his forearms on the railing, overlooking the sea staring off into the horizon. The sky and sea almost seamlessly blended together. A cigarette lazily hung from his fingertips. The salty water misted in the air, mixing with the light smoke. He brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply. The sweet nicotine swirled around, filling his chest. Tipping his head back, he exhaled slowly. His usually pristine suit was exchanged for sweatpants and a plain shirt. The chilly air nipped at his skin, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he welcomed it. Everything about tonight should lull a person to sleep, and have them running to be tucked nicely under the covers, yet he was wide awake.

The only one, or so he thought.

“You know those things can kill you.”

Sanji immediately smiled to himself. He laughed once, then glanced over to you. You strolled up beside him, sporting similar pajamas. Another sign you both should be asleep, you were dressed for it. You leaned your arms onto the railing, mimicking his stance.

“Is that so?” He quipped. “I’m sure a few won’t kill me before the Grand Line.”

“No,” you tilted your head in thought. “But, I might if I see you light another one.”

Sanji dipped his head, leaning in close to you. The smoke wafted off of him, a smell which always lingered around him. A smell which stirred such conflicting emotions in you. A devilish smirk danced over his lips. “Are you threatening me, sweetheart?”

You let out a bark of laughter and matched his smirk. “Definitely.”

You quickly snatched his cigarette then flicked it out into the sea. Sanji blinked, stunned for a moment. “I still had some left,” he mumbled, disappointedly. He shook his head, then smiled back at you. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You rolled your eyes, and bumped his hip, “So, why are you up so late?”

“Couldn’t sleep, you?”

“Same,” you sighed, leaning heavily into the railing. It was just one of those nights, your mind and body were at war with each other.

Sanji smirked, “Bet I could make you tired.”

You snorted, playing into this game of yours. “Yeah? Do you think you could keep up with me?”

“Oh! Well, look at you,” he chuckled. “I certainly will try. What do you say, love? Should we give it a go?”

This was your normal relationship with Sanji. The light teasing, the flirtatious comments; well, him more than you. Sanji’s silver tongue was far faster and sweeter than your own. Yet, you never thought it was nothing else but some simply fun.

Or you thought it was just for him.

Maybe it was because the two of you were alone, maybe it was because you knew you would probably just crawl back to your bed unable to sleep the rest of the night, maybe it was because he looked so unbelievably beautiful in the moonlight, you wanted to push it tonight. Normally, you would have dropped it by now. You would both laugh, and pretend nothing happened. Only for these same heart pounding scenarios to happen over and over.

Yet, a voice called out: your buried desires for the cook.

You wanted to test where the boundary in the sand was drawn between the two of you. Was it only games? Was there some truth behind his words? With the rest of the crew sleeping, you had to take your chance now.

Staring unwaveringly into his dazzling blue eyes, you said, “And if I say yes? What then?”

Sanji blinked, taken back. He opened his mouth and muttered utterly confused, “Wait, what?”

Don’t turn back now.

“I said -“

“No, no, I heard you. It’s just I, uh, I didn’t really expect you to ever answer with a yes.”

You cocked your head. Sanji’s smooth, wicked tongue was failing him. This was a side you never thought you would see, let alone a side he had. His words then replayed in your head, making you question a few things. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Sanji was handsome, sweet, kind, a great friend and cook. Only a fool would say no to him.

And a fool you were for a long time.

He licked his lips, glancing away. “I, uh, I don’t know -“ he fiddled with his hands, wishing desperately you didn’t toss away his cigarette - “I just never thought you would or if … if …”

His voice trailed off.

Your eyebrows knitted together. You stared more and more, watching him with confusion while he oddly retreated within himself. Under the moonlight, a faint blush dusted across his cheeks. His eyes widened, actively avoiding your gaze. He fidgeted in place, picking at his nails or part of the banister.

He was so nervous, so unlike him, almost as if -

Realization finally struck you.

“Oh - oh!” You twisted around to face him directly. There was no way to beat around the bush, you just had to ask him. “Sanji, have you ever been with anyone before?”

He tensed up at your question. You hit the nail square on the head. He sighed, dropping his shoulders. Was there any real point in hiding it now? “I may or may not have been busy with the Baratie and the old man, never had much time to myself.”

“Really?”

You would have never guessed. You would have assumed he had flings almost every night with the constant stream of customers. A new love, a new interest, with every ship that came in.

“Yes,” he groaned. Shame and embarrassment bubbled up inside of him. He may talk a big game, but he had nothing to back it up.

“Hey.” You gently rested your hand on his arm. His attention dropped to your hand then up to your kind face. “I’m not judging you, I don’t care honestly. I’m just surprised because you’re just so - so … flirty? Sauve? You’re just really good with your words.”

Even if he can be a bit cheesy at times.

Sanji laughed through his nose. “I find words are easier, sweetheart.”

You smiled at him, so endearing and sweet. His heart skipped at such a loving sight. “I don’t blame you, people can be a bit more complex,” you chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood.

He smiled softly in return, then glanced away. You both looked back out towards the sea. Sanji still naturally leaned into you, seeking out your warmth and comfort. Despite it all, nothing seemed to truly change. He was still Sanji, and you were still you.

Or so it seemed.

You, on the other hand, were now utterly restless. An idea was planted inside your head. One you couldn’t quite ignore. You bit your lip, nervously.

Where is the line? And do I dare keep pushing it?

“Sanji?”

He hummed, almost absentmindedly.

“Could … could I be your first?”

“What?” He whipped his head towards you.

“We don’t have to go all the way, I thought maybe I could just …”

How could you word this? You didn’t want to be harshly blunt and possibly frighten him.

“Just to start off small, I was thinking maybe I could … suck you off?”

You winced internally. That wasn’t entirely smooth. But, like you said, Sanji was better with words than you were.

He gulped, gawking at you. His quick fire mouth silenced for once. How could he say no? Why would he say no? To be his first, it was almost like a dream. Excited nerves sparked across his growing hot skin. His heart pounded feverishly in his chest, and he licked his lips trying to find his voice again.

“Are … are you sure?” He asked in a soft dazed whisper.

You smiled. “Sanji, I don’t mind but this is about you. Do you want this?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, without needing a second thought.

He wanted this, he wanted you. He wanted you the moment he saw you, but he never thought such fantasies could become reality.

“Good,” you whispered. You slowly sank to your knees in front of him.

“Out here?” He whispered out in surprise.

“Why not? Everyone else is asleep, and we’re at the back of the ship so no one should see us.”

His body buzzed. “Are you sure?”

You glanced up at him for a moment. Nerves were written so plainly all over his face. Maybe, this is a bit too much. “Sanji, we can go inside if you want. This is about you so -“

“Out here is good.”

You blinked, shocked by his quick change. “Are you sure? Because I want you to be comfortable.”

“Yeah,” he sighed then smiled. Honestly, the place didn’t matter. He just wanted you. But, out here on the deck, oh it sent a pleasant chill down his spine. “I’m sure, love.”

“Okay then,” you nodded.

You situated yourself, ensuring Sanji’s back leaned into the railing while you sat on your knees before him. Your hands skimmed up his thighs, just dipping your toe into the water. And yet, Sanji shook slightly under the simple touch.

“Relax, Sanji.”

“Sweetheart, I’m trying but - oh my god, you look so - so -“

Amazing. Beautiful. Stunning.

You peered up at him with adoration. Yet, a sinful darkness swept over your features. A viper-like smile crossed over your lips. You couldn’t hold back your desires. Seeing him stuttering, so unlike his usual composed self, was absolutely thrilling. You chuckled at his rosy tinted cheeks and ears.

“What happened? You’re usually so good with your words,” you teased, running your hands up and down his thighs.

His knees nearly buckled. You hadn’t even truly done anything, but any touch left his body dizzy. He was trapped in a whirlwind of building desires. “Hard to think when you’re looking up at me like that,” he mumbled.

You hummed, smirking to yourself. “Well? Can I take these off?” You snapped the band of his sweatpants, almost making him jump.

Sanji didn’t trust his voice for once. He simply nodded.

“Wonderful,” you purred.

You carefully tugged down the sweatpants, revealing a wet spot on his boxers. You bit your lip. You hadn’t begun, and yet he was already turned on. It fueled your ego a bit.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You promised.

But, you would also have your fun along the way.

You softly blew on the wet patch. Sanji’s hands grabbed the railing, holding it in a crushing white-knuckling grip. He swallowed, and groaned very softly.

How was he going to last?

You kissed directly over the patch.

Sanji shoved a fist into his mouth, forcing back an awfully loud moan.

You slowly slid down his boxers, and his cock sprung out. You shivered at the sight of it. To say the cook was packing was an understatement. You snuck a glance up at him. He looked adorable. No, appetizing. His cheeks were flushed, and a hand covered his mouth preventing any wayward sounds. He was fighting back against his own desires, but you desperately wanted the cook to lose control. You wanted to see this side of him, to see pleasure wrought into every inch of his body.

And to know you were the first made it all the more delicious.

Your fingers curled around the base of his cock. Sanji fiercely but his lip, trying to keep calm. Your thumb brushed over his red, swollen tip, gathering up precum. You gave him a few soft and teasingly slow pumps. Sanji tipped his head back, falling under your spell. His hand slid from his mouth, latching onto the railing. Your hands were far better than his own.

You then swept the flat of your tongue over his swollen tip. He bit down on his lip harshly, almost about to draw blood. His eyes squeezed so tight, losing a part of himself with every passing second.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed out.

You chuckled, mischievously. Teasing him was so easy now. His reactions were delightful, and spurred your own growing desires.

Your tongue ran up the underneath of his cock. He slapped his hand over his mouth, groaning into his palm. Then, you peppered kisses up and down. With each kiss - each sweet butterfly kiss - he became more and more vocal.

If only you could hear it so clearly.

Kissing his tip one last time, your lips finally wrapped around him and took him inch by inch. Your tongue glided along his base, tasting him and feeling the weight of him. Taking all of him, you held him in your mouth for a second before slowly pulling back. You repeated the movements, slow and steady. A teasing pace, or a way to warm him up to it.

Your eyes flickered up, eager to see all of his reactions.

His eyebrows were pinched together in pleasure. His soft pants could not be completely silenced by his hand. While, the other held firmly onto the railing. He needed stability, he needed support.

You removed your mouth completely. You reached over, gently grabbing his hand on the railing and guiding to the top of your head. “Here,” you encouraged. “You can keep your hand here, and tug on my hair if you want.”

He peered down at you like some dazzling treasure. “I - really? Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

You laughed lightly. Your hands wrapped around his thighs. “You can’t hurt me. Besides -“ you threw him a wicked smirk - “maybe I want you to hurt me.”

Fuck.

He could have came right there.

“You’re dangerous, sweetheart,” he muttered in awe.

You winked, then chuckled darkly. You quickly took him in your mouth again, setting a faster pace. Your tongue swirled and grazed along him. Your fingernails dug into his thighs, eager to do all you can for him.

And dear god, you were.

Sanji was losing himself. Pleasure was filling his veins, and blood rushed in his ears. He was becoming wildly desperate for his release. His hips bucked once, unconsciously chasing his high.

You groaned, feeling his tip kiss the back of your throat.

Sanji flinched, and froze in place. Has he hurt you? He grunted, forcing himself to stay still and enjoy it.

You pulled away with a pop.

Sanji nearly whined.

“Don’t hold back,” you said, a little breathless. “I don’t mind if you move your hips.”

‘You can fuck my face,’ you almost said. However, you tried your best to be a little tame.

Sanji’s heart nearly bursted. He nodded, humming in response.

“Good.” You kissed his tip, and Sanji almost fell backwards into the sea. “Because if anything was wrong, I would tell you. Now, enjoy yourself.”

Your lips wrapped around his cock. Your head bobbed up and down again. Sanji bucked his hips again. You hummed, encouraging him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. He was panting heavily. His head fell forward, watching you. Your lips covered in spit, wrapped so perfectly around him. It was a sight he never thought would happen. Your eyes locked with his. His hair clung to his forehead. His eyes had pooled into the sinful black, and sweat glistened along his skin.

He hasn’t looked more beautiful until now.

You hummed. He hissed then moaned softly. His lovely lips were now an incoherent mess.

He gasped, “Love, I - I -“

He choked on his words. He couldn’t form a thought, let alone a full sentence.

But, you understood. His cock twitched in your mouth. He was close. You wanted to whisper to him, to whispering loving praises in his ear. ‘Come for me, Sanji’, or ‘you’re doing so good’ but perhaps another time.

He moaned, and leaned heavily back into the railing. He could barely keep himself upright anymore. He rocked his hips, matching your pace. He tugged on your hair, drawing you closer. Your nose brushed against his abdomen with each thrust. You relaxed your jaw, allowing him to use you.

You moaned, loudly.

This was all so hot.

His head fell back, mumbling your name over and over. This was heavenly. You were heavenly. This was better than he dreamt over, far better knowing you were the one doing such things.

God, he was already imagining other things. He wanted fuck you, he wanted to make love with you, he wanted to have you on the counter, he wanted to see you riding him, he wanted to try it all. He wanted to do it all with you.

“Please,” he whimpered. He wanted this to last forever, but the pleasure was too much. “Can - can I come in your mouth?”

You moaned a ‘yes’.

That was all he needed.

He came down your throat, moaning out your name. You hummed, taking it all. Sanji glanced down at you with heavy eyes. He panted loudly, gulping down air. Ever so slowly, he released his intense grip on your hair. His legs shook slightly reeling from all of this.

Peering up at him, you pulled away then opened your mouth. His cum sat on your tongue. He whimpered faintly, utterly spent and in awe. You gladly swallowed it with a devious smirk.

His reaction was priceless.

You pulled up his boxers and pants. Standing up, you patted his chest, feeling his chaotic heart race under your fingertips. A swell of pride surged through you. You opened your mouth to ask if he liked it, when he swiftly grabbed your face kissing you.

Your eyes widened, but instantly fell into him.

His tongue slipped past your lips, drawing out your wondrous sinful sounds and desires. He could taste himself on your tongue. He groaned.

Fuck, he thought.

He pushed off the railing, flipping you around. Your lower back dug into the wood, but you didn’t mind. Your hands wandered up his chest into his hair. Your fingers tangled into the blonde locks, tugging on them softly. He moaned against your lips. He nipped on your bottom lip, loving your small gasps.

“Please,” he murmured against your lips. “Please, I want to return the favor.”

His hands skimmed down your sides, gripping your hips. He drew you close to him. You grinded softly against him. A small, sweet moan fell off your lips.

Sanji was greedy for more.

You had only given him a tasting, he now wanted the meal.

“I … I want to … please,” he begged again.

He was already sinking down to his knees. His fingers dug into your thighs, bunching up your sweatpants. Your heart pounded in your chest as you bit your lip. Just as he thought earlier, why would you say no? Even if he was inexperienced, you didn’t care.

“Okay, okay,” you mumbled, shakily.

His eyes twinkled with glee, like a kid in a candy store. You hastily kicked off your sweatpants, and about to remove your underwear -

“Let me.”

Sanji’s hands stopped yours. You froze then nodded, letting go. You wanted him to try and take charge, to see what he would do.

Sanji hummed. He slowly pulled down your underwear. He was entranced. His fingers delicately traced down your thighs and legs being as gentle as possible. As he brought them down, you stepped out of them. Sanji placed them with your sweatpants. Glancing back, he groaned at the sight of your glistening cunt.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, licking his lips.

His breath on your dripping folds made you shiver. You were immensely turned on by all of this. But, it was the hunger in his eyes that made you weak. Such hunger and want. He wanted to please you in any capacity, he wanted to be good for you.

Holy shit.

“Sanji,” you breathed out. “Can - can I -“

“Do whatever you need to, love.”

“I just want to -“ you carefully hooked one of your legs over his shoulder. You leaned backwards using the railing and Sanji for support.

He firmly grabbed your thigh, thrilled by this. He turned his head, kissing all over your thigh. Up and down, up and down, until he trail led back to where you needed him. You shivered, tipping your head back.

“Sanji,” you sighed.

“What do you need? Tell me what to do,” he purred, buzzing with excitement.

“Your tongue, your tongue, I -“

His tongue quickly swept through your folds. You groaned. His mouth latched itself onto you, swirling around. His tongue was like utter magic. You supposed you should have known from the kiss. Sanji knew how to work his tongue, he had experience in that field. All he needed was a little guidance and encouragement elsewhere.

“Higher,” you gasped. “Go higher.”

His mouth moved. His lips wrapped around your clit and you whined.

“Right there, fuck,” you hissed.

Sanji hummed.

For a brief moment, you saw stars. He sucked on your clit, feeling your thigh twitch. Sanji groaned at the thought of both of your thighs wrapped around his head.

Another time, he swore to himself.

His tongue slowly swirled around again, lapping up your juices. His movements were hesitant, yet with each of your sighs and praises he grew more and more confident. Every sound was music to his ears. Sanji pulled away. He stared up at you breathless. His chin coated in your juices. He wanted to savor this moment.

Savor you.

“Sweetheart,” he mumbled. Your eyes dropped down to him. He smiled softly with such a boyish charm. “You are absolutely stunning.”

You laughed once, shaking your head. It seemed he had his silver tongue back. Sanji dived back in. His tongue parted your folds, curling around, and pushing inside of you. You moaned. Your fingers tangled into his hair.

“Fuck, Sanji,” you hummed.

Your foul mouth only encouraged him.

With his hand still on your thigh, he tugged you forward. His nose brushed against your clit. You gasped. Pleasure shot through you. You whimpered as your hips unconsciously bucked forward again.

More. You wanted more.

Your heel dug into his back, and you yanked on his hair. Sanji moaned, sending sweet loving vibrations throughout you. “Keeping going, Sanji, just like that.”

Sanji listened perfectly. He devoured you.

Fuck, he’s a natural.

Just with your gentle guidance, and your soft moans, Sanji had quickly learned your body. His tongue swept against your folds again and again. You moaned, almost pornographically. You rode his face, bucking your hips against his wondrous tongue.

You were panting as your pleasure built and built. “Fuck, Sanji, I’m about to come.”

He whined, “Oh, please, sweetheart.”

His fingers dug into your thigh. His lips wrapped around your clit, hearing your sweet sharp inhales. All your weight fell into the railing. You gasped, chanting Sanji’s name over and over. Your eyes squeezed shut, and finally let go, let pleasure consume you. You cried out his name. Sanji moaned as you came all over him. He greedily lapped up everything, not daring to waste a single drop.

He carefully pulled away, and your leg slid off his shoulder. He stood up, and cupped your face. He kissed you passionately once more. His expert tongue slid inside, making you taste him and yourself.

“Fuck,” you mumbled into the kiss.

Your knees were weak. You clung to his arms, humming into the kiss. Sanji slowly broke the kiss, enjoying your soft whines of protests. Both of you were panting, filling up the quiet still night.

Sanji chuckled once. “So? How did I do, sweetheart? Tired yet?”

You may have created a monster.

You blinked, then shook your head. You smirked, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, unless you’re tired.”

He wrapped an arm around you. “Oh, sweetheart, I can keep going.”

I want to keep going, I want to have it all, he thought. Besides, what meal isn’t better without some dessert?

#one piece #one piece live action #Opla #sanji vinsmoke #opla sanji #opla x reader #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #smut #afab!reader

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#3 of Joel dealing with his Preggo reader : hungry

Warnings: oral m receiving, lactation kink, breast feeding, pregnancy, Joel fluff doing the absolute most for his wifey

18+ ONLY

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Joel is leaning back in his armchair on this lazy Thursday evening after having worked 12 hours today on a rigorous construction project. He sighs heavily, glaring down at his absolute favorite sight in the world right now: his heavily pregnant wife between his legs leisurely sucking his cock like a popsicle.

With a pillow below your knees, you looked like a dream. Your eyes closed as you gently hum around his mushroomed tip, suckling his precum. There was no rush to your movements, no desperate urge to make him cum: you were simply just enjoying the heavenly weight of your husband's blessed member sliding in and out of your waiting mouth.

He doesn't immediately register when you pull off his cock with a pop.

"I want taiyaki."

Joel shakes himself from his dazed relaxation. "Taco what?"

"My cousin who took me to the international fair 3 years ago? She got that and let me try it and it was really good. I want that." You sit back on your knees, waiting for Joel to get moving. He doesnt. "Right now," you add.

He's learned very quickly that once you have a craving for something, everything else must pause until you get it. Joel begrudgingly tucks his hard and unsatisfied cock back in his sweat pants, grabs his keys and reverses out the driveway, repeating it in his head: tai-yak-i, taiy-aki tayo aki, taco yaki, taco yucky—tacos aren't yucky they're delicious why couldnt she ask foR YUMMY TACOS I COULD HAVE MADE THAT AT HOME.

It takes him an hour of frantic searching of Japanese shops, and finally finding one, having begged the poor lady at the counter to make them—whatever they are, —hot and fresh for his pregnant wife at this late hour despite the shop closing in a few minutes. Luckily she seemed to vaguely understand his garbled mish mosh of the word and went to work.

He tips her generously and is out the door, plastic "have a nice day" bag secured in the passenger seat of the truck as he speeds home.

He triumphantly drops the bag next to your sleeping body on the couch. Your nose wrinkles, eyes shooting open at the sudden new smell. No hello, no thank you, just grubby hands diving in to the bag and opening the styrophome container.

You pause, staring at the contents. "What is this?"

"Its the thing: taco-yauki."

You look at him in incredulously, and he shoots the same look back, mixed with confusion.

"These are fried octopus balls, Joel?"

"Why the fuck would you want that?"

"I didn't! I wanted cream filled waffles! Taiyaki! Not Takoyaki!

"I DONT KNOW JAPANESE, WOMAN."

"STOP YELLING AT ME!"

"I'M NOT YE—" he inhales deeply before exhaling, letting his shoulders sag. "I'm not yelling, baby. I'm sorry. I promise I didn't know."

You shake your head, eyes swelling with tears of hangriness. "Honestly, Joel, if I knew you were going to be this useless when I married you," your voice cracks. You push the now cold balls away and cross your arms, pouting.

Joel covers his eyes with his hands. What a fucking night.

He knows that you dont mean it. That you're tired, crankly, in pain, and hungry. And that your dumbass husband was in such a rush that he didn't take a second to write it down, let alone ask you exactly what he was looking for. He remembered the fish pastry now, something he could have bought at the grocery store 10 minutes down the road. His back hurts, dick hurts, eyes hurt. He doesn't want you to be hurt too.

"Joel," you peep meakly.

"Yes baby?"

"I'm um. I'm sorry for what I said. You're not completely useless." You twist your fingers apologetically, which he finds absolutely adorable. It's impossible to even remember what he was so annoyed by. You clear your throat and speak sweetly: "I don't want taiyaki anymore. Can we have tacos instead?"

He smiles. "White-people tacos or street tacos?"

"The ones you make, please."

Joel's warm hand craddles your cheek softly. "Coming right up, angel." His hand filters down your throat before settling over your chest, fingers ever so gently tracing the lace line of your nightgown, pulling it down slightly to expose more of your supple cleavage. "But first, I get my cream filled pastry."

"Wha—?"

He gets on his knees, yanking your shirt down as your swollen tits—courtesy of your soon-to-be child— bounce out. You hiss at the sensitivity of being so heavy and full of milk.

Joel wastes no time wrapping his lips around your pebbled nipple and sucking gently, the creamy liquid so built up in your system that it just flows naturally into his eager mouth.

"You were hungry too, huh?" You teased.

He hums around your engorged breast, eyes closed in bliss. He softly kneads your unoccupied tit with one hand, the other joining your palm in passionately caressing your large tummy. You both feel your baby kicking happily now that mommy and daddy have made up.

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x femme Warnings: Mild angst, oral (m receiving), rimming (m receiving), smut Word count: 1.2k

Summary: When Aemond receives some unwelcome news, his wife finds a novel way to cheer him up. Based on this request.

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Community labels are for cops.

She sighs, a shiver running through her when she catches sight of her husband’s face as he sweeps into their apartments. Aemond’s jaw is set, teeth obviously clenched together as the usual pout of his lips is set into a tight line. His seeing eye blazes with anger, brow furrowed, and nostrils flared. She can practically feel him seething as she steps towards him, tentatively reaching for him.

He withdraws from her with a slight shake of his head. “Don’t,” He says quietly.

Her heart aches for him, she cannot bear to see him like this. “It’s happening, isn’t it? They’re making Aegon King.”

His mouth turns downwards into the faintest of grimaces as he nods, his eye refusing to meet hers.

She longs to throw herself into his arms, to comfort him and tell him it will all be okay, but she knows Aemond, knows he does not want that, what he perceives as pity.

“It should be you,” She whispers.

Aemond’s face softens slightly, he bows his head, but does not answer.

“I’ll have a bath drawn for you,” She offers, desperately wanting to lift his spirits. “Would you like that?”

“Hmm.” He moves through their chambers, unbuckling his tunic. His anger does not feel quite so intense as it did mere moments ago, it has shifted, morphed into something more melancholic.

She can handle Aemond when he is angry, it is familiar territory for her. However, to see him so defeated, quietly despairing, is utterly foreign and unease sits like a weight in her chest as she struggles to decide how to traverse his present state of mind.

Instructing the chambermaids to prepare a bath, she retires to the bedchamber, readying herself for sleep. It is clear that Aemond is in no mood to talk, and she hopes that the quiet solitude of a long, hot soak will aid in restoring his mood.

She is sitting up in bed, reading, when he enters the room, dressed only in thin, cotton breeches. His skin is still damp, the planes of his chest and abdomen glistening in the candlelight, his long, silver hair hangs loose, the moisture causing the ends to stick to his skin in waves. He has removed his eyepatch, but it is not the sapphire that glints softly within his eye socket that captures her attention, it is the solemn expression he still wears. 

Wordlessly, Aemond climbs beneath the covers, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. She had hoped bathing would relax him, it usually does after a particularly tough session of sparring in the yard or when his eye is causing him pain. However, she can sense how tense he is as he lays next to her, as though a dark cloud hangs over him. She hates seeing him like this, it makes her feel powerless to not be able to comfort him.

She closes her book and sets it to the side before rolling to face him. Tenderly, she traces her fingertips over his brow bone, along the aquiline bridge of his nose and across his prominent cheekbones. His eye flutters closed as he leans into her touch.

“He doesn’t even want it,” He murmurs after a few moments.

“I know, my love,” She whispers reassuringly, peppering soft kisses across his jaw and down the length of his neck.

Aemond inhales deeply, full lips parting as she continues her downwards trajectory, pressing her mouth over torso. “You don’t…you don’t have to…” He murmurs.

“I know,” She tells him, eyes flickering up to meet his intense stare. “But I want to. Allow me to treat you like the King I know you are.”

She grins against his flesh as she hears his shaky exhale, clearly excited by her words. Her lips move over the still damp hardness of his abdomen and the sharpness of his hip bones, before tugging his breeches from his legs. He is half ready for her, resting heavily against his thigh, and she takes him into her hand, stroking him languidly to full attention, laying her cheek against his groin as she watches him stir to life beneath her touch. 

He smells faintly of lavender oil, and she leans forward to lick tentatively at the flushed head of his length, her chest swelling with pride as she hears him hiss through his teeth.

“Do not tease your King,” He all but groans, and she rewards him by parting her lips and allowing him to sink as far as she is able to take him into her mouth. She hums around him as the salty taste of his arousal hits her tongue, bobbing her head up and down and using her hand to pump at what will not fit. Aemond lets out a pleasured grunt, his knuckles turning white as they grip the sheets with the effort not to grab her hair and thrust upwards into her throat.

Drool gathers at the corners of her mouth, and she pulls off of him with a gasp when her jaw begins to ache. She focuses her attention on the plush swell of his stones, running her tongue over the sac and delighting as she feels him shiver at the sensation. 

Growing bolder, she suckles at the delicate skin, moving lower to run her tongue over the expanse of it. The tip catches lower than she means for it to, swiping between his buttocks and she feels him lurch.

She pulls back, eyes wide and apologetic. “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean–”

“Do it again,” Aemond rasps out.

Her breath catches in her throat, unsure of if she has misheard him. “You want me to..?”

“Please,” He swallows thickly, cheeks ruddy and breathing ragged.

She nods her assent and leans forward again, tentatively licking a stripe between his buttocks, listening carefully for his response. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he plants both of his feet flat upon the mattress, allowing her easier access.

Encouraged by his enthusiasm, she pushes her tongue deeper, feeling every ridge of his tight ring of muscle, moving her hand against the swell of him in tandem with every drag of her tongue.

Aemond’s moans are wanton and unrestrained, were she not in the room with him she would not recognise these noises as her husband, but they spur her on. She moves her hand faster, her mouth moving sloppily against his opening. Her own arousal sits sticky between her thighs, excitement flutters wildly in her lower belly.

When she feels him begin to tremble and tense, she breaches his entrance slightly, her tongue penetrating him by a fraction, and Aemond is done for. His fists release the bedding to bury themselves in her hair, holding her against him as he bucks his hips, stomach muscles contracting with the force with which he spills his seed across his abdomen. A noise that is half grunt, half strangled moan rumbles from his chest.

His grip on her loosens and she pulls away, grinning as she smiles at the sight of him, eye heavy lidded, skin sweaty and flushed, hair in disarray around his head. He has never looked more beautiful than he does at this moment.

She reaches a hand upwards, dragging her index finger through the spend that lays glistening against his flesh, before bringing it to her lips and sucking it off with a quiet noise of satisfaction.

Aemond’s fingers card through her hair, visibly relaxed as he gazes at her. “How could I ever feel anything less than a King,” He murmurs. “When I have you as my Queen?”

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[anemptypuddingcup]

contains consensual somnophilia & sleep fucking- I mean fully asleep reader.

It was a long night of fully frustrated and tired crewmates after a hot day in the sun. Night time wasn’t any better as it grew more humid during the night, making you feel sticky as hell.

You slept heavily and soundly with your precious yet frustrated boyfriend Luffy, who was sweating heavily beside you. As much as he wanted to sleep, he couldn’t due to the thick and heavy heat clouding up the area. He slowly sits up and turns to you who was sleeping on your back while facing upwards.

Luffy smiled softly as he watched your delicate body lie there still and sleep. Your breasts moving as your chest heaved with every inhale and exhale you took. He slowly crawls over to your body before hovering over you, a bit of his sweat falling off of his body and into yours. “Lookat ya…so pretty when ya sleep like that…” Luffy whispers to your sleeping body.

He wraps his strong yet rough fingers around your panties tightly before tearing them off you as he grew hard from staring at your sleeping body. He stares at your soaking cunt before moaning in awe and in arousal. “So fuckin’ cute…fuck ya makin’ me s’needy for ya..” He breathed as he palms his cock through his joggers.

Pulling his cock out, he presses it against your warmth, making you flinch and shiver from the sensitivity. A little mewl leaves you as he begins to grind his bare cock against your cunt. “Mhh~ Fuckin’ shit~ Fuck this feels s’good~” Luffy curses under his breathe.

Pressing the tip of his cock against your hole, a low groan leaves him as he slides himself inside of you, making you moan out softly. He smirks before exhaling heavily, his hands gripping your thighs tightly before he pushes your legs up to your chest. He doesn’t bother to wait much longer as he shoves himself inside of you, a loud shaky moan leaving your lips as you’d slept.

Luffy ruts his hips into yours, his cock already pounding at your g-spot and giving it deep kisses. “S’fuckin’ tight~ M’dick making ya feel good isn’t it?” Luffy breathes heavily while he fucked you as a rough and fast pace, your moans unconsciously growing louder as you felt the pleasure within’ your sleep.

Luffy presses his face deep into your neck before he stretches and wraps his arms around your body tightly, bundling you up to keep you in place. He groans deeply in your ear as fucked your cunt so good within your sleep, his hips repeatedly yet quickly rutting into yours like a dog having it’s rut.

“Ya pussy feels s’fuckin’ good babyyy~ I-I can’t fuckin’ take it!~” Luffy whimpers as his brows furrowed, his cock going deeper inside of your cunt as you mewl out from the pleasure of him now repeatedly kissing your cervix. He’s surprised that you haven’t woken up yet from such a fast pace, usually he would’ve woken you up by now.

“My baby, fuck babyyy~ Jus’ fuckin’ wake uppp~” Luffy whines desperately before he moves his head from your neck. He lifts your shirt and latches his mouth to your nipple, sucking and slightly biting your nipple which makes you arch your back in pleasure. “A-Ahn~ Nghh~” You moan out shakily as your ears catch the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. The mattress squeaked as Luffy fucked you hard, desperately trying to wake you up.

Luffy grits his teeth as he feels himself wanting to cum inside of your pretty pussy. A pretty creamy ring began to form at the base of his cock as he watch your walls flutter around his length. Seeing him enter and exit your cunt so sloppily turned him on even more.

He goes at an inhumane pace, finally feeling himself ready to coat your gummy walls. A loud moan leaves you as your toes curl, the feeling of his cock churning up your insides wonderfully as you drool out onto your pillow.

Luffy breathes heavily before he gasps out, rolling his hips a few more times before he finally shoots ropes of cum deep into your pussy. “Ah!~ AH!~ FUCK M’FUCKIN’ CUMMIN’~” Luffy bite down onto your shirt as he cums deep inside of you, a loud groan leaving his throat as he slowly fucks his seed deep into you.

“Oh fuck…Ahhh~” A heavy gasp leaves him before he unravels his arms from your waist and pulls out of you. His cum coats his cock as he pulls out of your creamy hole, strings of thick cum connected from his cock to your cunt. He stares back down at you while you slept there undisturbed yet pent up.

“Ya didn’t cum didja…? My baby didn’t cum did she..?” Luffy pouts as he stares down at you. He moves down to your pussy and keeps your thighs spread open before he trails his tongue against your swollen clit. He presses smooches against your clit before fully swirling his tongue against your pulsating pearl.

He teases your creamy cum-filled entrance before plunging two digits deep inside of you. A lengthy whine leaves your lips as you squirmed under his lips. The feeling of his fingers stretching deep inside of you as his fingers curls up and nudges your g-spot.

“Cmon baby~ Cmon babyyyy~” Luffy cooed as he tried his best to pull an orgasm from you. You whimper out before your legs unconsciously flails around, the heavenly feeling of his fingers and tougue against your body. A heavy gasp leaves you as you squirm around frantically, your orgasm hitting you hard and sudden Ike a brick.

“MMGH!~ OH FUCK! OOH FUCK!~” You groan out loudly before biting your lower lip hard as you finally squirt onto Luffy’s tongue, the orgasm waking you up from your deep slumber. Your eyes rolls up as the orgasm hits you hard and you arch your back while Luffy giggles against your cunt.

“Yeahh, There ya fuckin’ go, squirt on m’tongue baby~” Luffy repeatedly swirls his tongue around your clit to ride out your high as he pulls his cum covered fingers from your cunt. “Oh goddd~ Oh my fuckin’ goddd~” You whimper out as you grind your hips against Luffy’s tongue, your hands gripping your pillow tightly.

You whined before you breathe out heavily, your body falling weak from the orgasm. “Luffyyy~ L-Luffyyy~” You moan out Luffy’s name and he presses a final kiss to your clit before lifting his head. He removes his lips from your cunt, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your clit. “Shhh~ S’alright. I know it felt good to ya..” Crawling up to you, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest, a little giggle leaving him.

“Shishishi~ Ya finally woke up…Did it feel good?” He asked, peppers sweet kisses along your temple. You whimper before nodding, a big yawn leaving your lips. “So pretty! God ya so fuckin’ cute baby~ Especially when you squirt like that~” He teases you, his stamina obviously not lowered at all.

“Don’t provoke me Lu, I want to sleep.” You whined before laying comfortably against his chest. He chuckles before holding you tightly. “Fine fine! Tomorrow mornin’ then?” He asked, looking down at you. You nodded as you slowly closed your eyes, falling asleep.

Luffy smiles softly before snuggling against you, holding you tight against him before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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[syndxlla]

best friends don’t look at each other the way we do

A low stakes, high reward, and self-indulgent Zelink fan fiction. Canon-compliant. Takes place between BOTW and TOTK.

Heavily inspired by my Zelink thoughts

I wanted to dig into the dirty, grimly reality of being the saviors of the world and not knowing how to be the savior of yourself. But you can find that safety in another person.

Fan fiction warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual smut (in later chapters, characters are consenting adults), references to self-harm, eating-disorders, and a lot of angst. Each chapter will have chapter-specific warnings.

Chapter one: I used to tie your shoes

Song: We’ll never have sex by Leith Ross

Summary: Fresh off Hyrule Field, Link and Zelda have to face life after the Calamity, and come to terms with the long road to physical, emotional, and mental recovery.

Warnings: Vomiting, trauma, canon-typical violence, eating-sensitivity

Word count: 3.7k words

Author’s Note: I am so excited to share this. Please share and support this in anyway. I drew this art for the cover :) chapter begins after the page break. I love you guys. Also, these chapters won’t be heavily edited. Ignore any grammatical/spelling errors pls

Time. We never seem to have enough time. Green grass burns soft red embers into the field, a horse’s mane is rebraided at the nearest stable, and the stars shine as if nothing changed. Because it hadn’t, not really. The sun will still rise in the east and set in the west. The birds will still sing their songs at daybreak and the fireflies will still flicker at dusk. Nothing changed, but everything did. The air feels lighter, the sun feels warmer and yet Zelda’s fingers still shake as if she was in the snowy Hebra peaks.

The Princess by nature, is very gentle. She’s soft and patient at heart, but was placed under such strenuous situations all through her youth that caused her to often snap or lash out. But not now. Currently she is silent, stone-cold and confused. She was in shock. And Link could tell.

“Here.” He pulls out a baked apple from his pack, handing it to her. He has to get her attention twice before she finally takes it, their hands brushing for a moment. Her awareness returns to her gaze then, her bright-green eyes meeting his.

“I-I’m so sorry.” She sighs, her voice weak. “I’m just… so tired.” Link tries not to show his distress, but she notices his demeanor change as well. “How much further?” She says, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Probably another hour and a half. It’s just through those mountains.” He points.

“Dueling peaks. I remember.” She nods. “I remember everything.”

“Everything?” He asks as he starts to dig around a pack on the rear end of Epona, searching for his rito attire. It was starting to get dark, and she hadn’t stopped shaking since they left Castle Town almost three hours ago.

Zelda nods once.

Her silence speaks volumes.

He yanks out his snowquill armor, finally. “Do you remember anything from the last hundred years?” She doesn’t answer right away, she instead takes a smaller than small bite out of the apple. “Zel? Can I put this on you? You’re still shivering.” He asks, looking at her blank, traumatized stare. “It’s from the Rito, it’s soft as a cloud and will keep you warm for the rest of the way.”

“The Rito.” She sighs. “Revali…”

Link realizes that she hasn’t had any time to process what she just went through. She had spent the last one hundred years deeply focused, probably in a trance-like state. He places a hand on her cheek. “Look at me.” His voice is gentle and welcoming, not forcing her at all. She looks at him, their eyes locking. “Breathe with me.”

They take two deep, heavy breaths. They sync their inhales, exhaling together.

“It’s over. It’s all over, okay?” He reassures her. “It’s not coming back. It’s just us now, alright?”

She swallows, still emotionless. “You’ve changed.” She says.

“So have you.” Link smiles in an attempt to comfort her. “Can I put this shirt on you?” He asks again. She answers faster than she usually had, nodding twice this time. Link bunches up the excess fabric before pulling the head-opening over her hair. He then guides each one of her hands through the arm-holes. Link takes a moment to adjust the garb around her torso until it was probably positioned around her shaking body. She immediately sighs in relief.

“You talk more.” She mumbles, looking at him as he gently wraps his fingers around her long, golden hair and softly pulls it out of the shirt, knowing how much it irritates him when his hair is loose underneath a shirt.

He smiles again, “I do. Some people say I don’t shut up.” He tries to lighten the mood.

“Like who?”

“Impa.” He sighs.

Zelda’s eyes light up with that name. “Impa?”

He hums and nods. “We can go visit her when you’re feeling stronger, okay?”

“Okay…” Zelda looked down into her lap, the skirt of her goddess dress was barely white anymore. “I am going to get stronger, right?” She asks, her voice tender and broken.

Link’s heart sinks. Not because he’s worried she won’t, but rather because he feels responsible for putting her in this state.

“Of course.” He reassures. He believed it. He wanted to believe it.

“I’m… just so tired.” She repeats herself.

“I know, come on, let's get you a bed.” He then picks her up bridal style from the ground. They had stopped in the first place to get that rito armor for her. She rests her head against his chest as he lifts her onto Epona. She smells like burnt oil and exhaustion. He probably isn’t smelling any better.

They wouldn’t get to Hateno until noon at the earliest tomorrow, and traveling wasn’t doing anything for her recovery. He gets on Epona behind her, letting her weak body rest against his chest as they make their way to Dueling Peaks Stable. The road is quiet, so much quieter than it ever has been. The pair of lizalfos always swimming in the river aren’t there, and even the crickets suppress their chirps.

It’s post-apocalyptic. Literally. Link isn’t sure how to feel.

She throws up a few hundred feet from the stable. She gags and lurches over the side of the horse, somehow managing to keep it off of anyone. Not much comes out, she hasn’t eaten in over a century, but Link frowns when he realizes the apple probably triggered it. He silently curses himself out for causing her any form of distress. She dry heaves violently, and Link tries to hold her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. When she finishes, she holds her breath.

She can’t decide if she feels like she lost a bit of dignity or not. She holds back the tears that well in her eyes. Link breathes in to say something, but she raises her hand in protest. She would rather they act like it never happened. Neither of them say anything from there on, they just keep riding the final minute of the journey.

Everyone at the stable was asleep except for an attendant… who was also treading precariously between consciousness and a deep rest behind the counter.

“Excuse me?” Link asks to wake him up, hopping off of Epona after making sure Zelda would still be comfortable in his absence. She would never admit she wasn’t.

The man stirs awake with a jolt. He yawns, slightly startled, “So sorry, young man.” Link wouldn’t necessarily call himself young. He smirks softly.

“I’d like to board this horse till the morning, and we’d like one soft bed, please.” Link nods before setting down the required rupees. The man squints his eyes, taking the money in hand.

“Ah! It’s you! Link, was it?” He asks when Link turns his back to help Zelda down from the horse. “Jeez, you haven’t passed through here in at least six months! We were holding onto that old mare for you!” He gestures to their stables where a small gray spotted horse sleeps. Link’s first horse since he woke up from his century-long slumber. He only rode her in the beginning, when he was doing chores between Hateno, Kakariko and one time a longer trip to Zora’s Domain. But she’s old and weak, which is why she was easy to catch when Link was still regaining his strength. He stopped taking her out when he found Epona in the western part of Central Hyrule.

“Yeah… you guys can let her free.” He says as he sets Zelda down on the ground. She holds her cold hands together.

“Well uhh.. we tried. You see, after four months at a stable we let go of any forgotten pony’s, but she kept coming back.” He chuckled, his voice exhibiting a distinctive nasality.

“Here,” Link hands him a red rupee, not wanting to discuss an old horse any longer when he literally has the closest thing to a God in this world resting her head on his back. “Keep her for another month, I’ll come take care of her then. Okay?” Link asks. “Can I get that bed now?” Not impolite or forceful, he never was. He’s assertive but has a comforting cadence to his tone. For being such a talented swordsman, guard and easily the most deadly hylian in the entire kingdom, he was never rude or condescending. He was welcoming, and little kids often looked up at him with intimidation when they first met him, but it didn’t ever take long until they were chasing him with tree-branches while he fled and begged for mercy, letting them take him down with ease. The kids at the stables loved him, knew him by name, and would play as him in their silly pretend games.

The stable-man replies, “Of course! But you only asked for one bed, it’s not big enough to fit both of you.”

“I know, it’s for her not me.” Link then starts to guide her into the stable, where it’s much warmer and safer. Just because it’s quiet doesn’t mean it's safe. Hyrule is a dangerous place by nature, especially if you’re two century-old Gods being hunted for sport with the faces of children.

“You won’t sleep?” Zelda asks quietly behind him.

He doesn’t directly answer, and instead guides her to the bed. She’s weary, and he’s terrified of her not waking up. He wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he wanted to. He helps the Princess sit in the bed, and kneels before her to untie her sandals. When he touches the leather, he immediately gets transported into another memory.

It rips through him, just like the memories he had images of. Suddenly, he’s kneeling in the same position, but instead he was outside of the spring of courage. He looks up to see the clear sky, it’s sunset, and then his eyes meet Zeldas. Her face is rosy, and her eyes don’t have the blank stare they possess in the current time. He looks down at his fingers, tying the straps around her ankle.

“Really, you don’t have to do that.” She hums. He doesn’t respond. He never did back then. He finishes wrapping the leather around itself and then stands up. His face is emotionless. She looks at him, they’re about the same height. “I won’t be long this time.” She says. “I’m not expecting much anyways.” She sighs and then walks past him, but before she can get very far, he gently grabs onto her arm, holding her back. He doesn’t say anything but she can read his expression. He’s trying to tell her to have faith this time, just one more time.

Surely the Goddess would commune with her.

She shakes her head, and wades into the warm waters of the spring. Link turns to watch her, how her hair cascaded down her back, how her hands balled into fists. She turns around to look at him, their eyes meet. She smiles.

He comes back as fast as the scene played in his memory. He blinks a few times, and looks up at her. She doesn’t look any different, very little—if any—time seemed to pass. He doesn’t usually experience memories with someone, he wonders if she realized anything happened. Link didn’t even consider the fact he would keep receiving memories after the fact. His stomach turns, he feels like he’s lived two completely different lives and is forced to remember things from one that he doesn’t even relate to anymore. He doesn’t feel like the same person, the boy he was a hundred years ago is a complete stranger to him.

Link much preferred this life.

And that scares Zelda.

“I just remembered something.” He says. Zelda hums in response, a light-hearted noise that implies an inquiry. He elaborates, “I used to tie your sandals for you at the springs, didn’t I?” He asks.

Zelda smiles for the first time since they defeated Ganon. It’s a small pull of her lips, not showing any teeth but her eyes finally light back up. After she had asked if he remembered her on the field, she collapsed, not even aware of her own exhaustion until that moment. He ran to her aid, and ever since then she felt woozy, it only got worse the further from the castle they got.

“You did, yes.” She says. “I never asked you to, but since I was in the dress, you insisted.” She sighs. Link grunts in response. “It was very chivalrous.” Zelda adds.

They look at each other for a minute. Not saying anything. It was late, and two beds down there was a set of kid brothers sleeping. Link remembered them from their last visit. One of them wanted nothing to do with him, trying to act mature and ‘cool’. Link eventually won him over, though. They don’t speak out of fear of waking anyone. Zelda’s smile slowly fades away, and Link swallows thickly. They will never be the same.

He pulls her sandals off, her feet are filthy with century-old mud. He silently smiles about that. The closest thing to a Goddess in the entire world has dirty feet. How human of her.

Then, after pulling down the heavy rito-down blanket so she can slide in, he helps Zelda swing her legs into the bed. He pulls the blanket up to her neck, she lays on her side facing him. Her hands find their way up to her face, resting her cheek against them. Link pulls a short stool over to the bed, sitting on it and looking at her, bending at the waist.

“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” She asks in a timid, sleepy voice.

Link’s heart just about breaks when she asks. “Never.” He shakes his head. He takes his gloved hand and tucks a piece of her loose hair behind her pointed-ears. He lets his fingers linger a little bit longer than they should. “I will never ever leave you again.”

“Promise?” She asks, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“Promise.” He whispers, “Just as long as you promise to never leave me, okay?” He asks, ignoring the lump in this throat.

“Promise.” She says, taking her pinky finger and sticking it out for him. He wraps his finger with hers, which is far daintier and softer than he's ever been. She is a Princess, after all.

“Wake up in the morning, okay?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” She hums as her eyes slowly close. He tries to disconnect their pinky fingers, but she holds onto his. He leaves his hand in that position, letting her hold it until she falls fast asleep.

Link doesn’t move his hand until he’s certain it won’t wake her up from her much needed rest. He looks at her gentle, soft face. No one even understands what she just went through, no one ever will. He’s worried sick that she won’t make it through the night, and he keeps leaning his head down to listen to her breathing, or places a few fingers against her forehead to check her temperature.

He does his best to stay vigilant the entire night, not once even looking away from her. But just before the sun rises, his body suddenly catches up with his mind. He also just had the most demanding battle of his life. His muscles started to ache, and he developed a headache. He was just a boy, after all. More than anything, his sword arm was weak, and fire-hot pain shot up and down through it. He probably overused it fightin the calamity.

He keeps telling himself that he’s fine. He has to be fine, for Zelda. His arm isn’t that bad, what really hurts was his heart. Usually he’d just down a fairy tonic and maybe go to the hot springs if he was in the area but this pain was different. A twisting and contracting ache in his chest pulled and tugged on his lungs and pulse. It’s the same pain he felt when he remembered Mipha, and more specifically, the pain he felt when he dreamed about his family before the resurrection.

The dream that gave him the memories of a little sister with blonde hair like his collecting fireflies in her pockets. Her laugh echoing, the call of an older man, the image of a royal guards sword leaned up against the dinner table. The touch of his father’s hand as he rubs Link’s back to sleep.

Link’s first sword.

He wakes up like a fire, standing up and almost toppling over. He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep. He could hear the soft tune of the penny whistle playing the standard stable theme, and the two little brothers played tag outside. He curses and looks down at Zelda.

Her bed is empty, and his heart completely stops. He starts breathing hard and heavy, his entire nervous system feels as though it’s pulled into stasis. How could he make such a foolish mistake? He swings his sword over his back, strapping his shield to his leathers and turns around in a wild-hunt to see the Princess sitting at the round stable table, drinking out of a mug and speaking gently with an older man.

Link takes a breath of relief, and approaches the two.

“Good Morning.” She smiles up at him. Her voice sounded much better, and her eyes finally had life back into them, but she still wasn’t herself. Her skin still looked sickly, her face hollowed out and eyes droopy. Any progress is good progress, Link decides then and there.

“I… didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Link sighs. “I’m so sorry. When did you wake up?”

“Oh not long ago, maybe twenty minutes? I didn’t want to disturb you-”

“You should have.” He interrupts her and her words get swallowed out of surprise. Link realizes that he snapped at her a little, and immediately becomes apologetic. “I’m sorry, again. I just…”

“You’re worried about me. I understand.” She takes his hand, her bones frail. In many ways, she physically looked worse today than last night. But at least she could hold a conversation. He nods. Zelda notices the tension, and changes the subject, “This kind gentleman was telling me about when you saved the stable from a horde of lizalfos about a year ago.”

Link looks over at the man, Giahzo. “Oh that was nothing, it was just two green lizalfos and a blue one who wandered too close to the stable.” Link hums. Their hands were still held together by Zelda.

“Don’t be so modest!” The old man chuckled, “Without you, it would have been a disaster! The number of monsters means nothing, especially when you don’t know how to fight!”

“That’s very kind of you.” Link smiles and then realizes he and Zeldas hands, he’s the one to pull it away. “What are you drinking?”

“I’m not sure…” Zelda begins and Link immediately snatches the mug from her hand. “Hey!”

“You can’t just drink something mysterious.” Link scolds.

“Oh it’s just a bit of Hateno Milk.” The man assures. Link looks at him, then Zelda, and then into the mug to see the creamy liquid. He brings it to his nose and smells it, and then takes a sip of it. Sure enough, it was just milk.

“I’m sorry, Giahzo.” He apologizes and places the mug back down. “I’m just on high alert.”

“Do not apologize to me, apologize to this lovely young lady you’ve graced us with.” The elderly man smiles with a chuckle, his eyes wrinkling up with his age. Zelda smiles, blushing a little, “Tell me, dear, where are you from? We don’t get many new faces at this stable these days.”

Zelda looks at him, her eyes sad. A hundred years ago every person in Hyrule knew her face. She looks at Link, unsure how to answer.

“She’s from the Outskirts stable.” Link covers for her. “Her family used to reside in Central Hyrule before the Calamity.”

“Yes.” Zelda immediately chirps, “We’re headed to Hateno for…”

“A honeymoon!?” Giahzo smiles brightly. Both Link and Zelda freeze in their tracks, and Link hopes he doesn’t look as embarrassed as he feels. “Hateno is a great Honeymoon destination! Although I’ve heard Lureline is even more splendid!” He clasps his hands together.

“Research.” Zelda clarifies, “so sorry to disappoint.” She chuckles politely, making a conscious effort not to look at Link. “I’m researching… population dynamics in Hyrule.” She makes something up that sounds completely believable.

“Of course.” Link then says, “I’m just escorting her there, we are total strangers.”

That breaks Zelda’s heart.

She knows he’s just trying to be extra careful, pushing her anonymity as much as possible. And in a way, it wasn’t a total lie. But it cut her like a knife.

“I see…” Giahzo doesn’t seem convinced. “Well, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to stop by. Hopefully the monsters will start to die down.” He smiles and stands up, moving outside.

Zelda is still afraid to look at Link, and he’s a little bit shaken up by the entire interaction. He knows the Yiga are still out there, he knows that there are people who will try to take advantage of her for power or money. He has no reason to suspect anything from the old man, but he can’t help himself from being deliberate. He senses her tension and walks back to the bed to gather their things.

“You should have woken me up.” Link says as he picks up a satchel full of food and readjusts his gloves.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was timid and tired. He turns around to see her, her green eyes looking up at him apologetically. “I didn’t know it would worry you so.” He approaches her.

“Of course it worries me.” He sighs. “I spent three years trying to get you out of that castle, I’m not gonna lose you on the first night.” He holds his hand out for her to trade, helping her up. She must not have rested as well as he thought, because as soon as she gets on her feet, she almost topples right over him. He catches her, holding her up before she collapses. “Woah there.” He mutters. “You alright?”

She nods, “Let’s just get to that house you told me about.”

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chapter two

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Corruption Ch7

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6

Warning: Minors DNI, smut, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?

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Three months, twenty days before D-Day

There was only so much Miguel could force himself to do. Winning your mind and affection was proving to be difficult for him to uphold. All he wanted was for you to just submit to him and answer all of his burning questions.

But you were too stubborn.

Miguel had to remind himself constantly that you needed some time. Some tender love and care, but that did not exist in Miguel's dictionary. This was for the sake of his experiments! Why was it so hard for you to just confess your little secret to him?!

"Miguel? Are you alright?" You asked softly.

"Yes-" He hissed before cussing quietly, "I'm still quite frustrated about my little toy choking on his own fucking acid salvia! There wasn't nearly enough research done one his transformed DNA!"

"Mig-" You bit your lower lip as he motioned towards his desk, "I already got you some new volunteers."

"Good."

Miguel waited for you to take your new seat. Planting yourself directly in front of him on your desk, Miguel sighed heavily. While he found it hard to show you affection, Miguel did find something that pleased him greatly.

Resting his head against your lap, Miguel closed his eyes as he tried to think. Miguel liked to think of this as his new thinking spot. It was just a few days ago that he thought of the idea. Not only did it score points with your stubborn heart, but it helped Miguel calm down and think better.

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You tried to cover your flustered cheeks as you let Miguel rest his head against your lap. Lately, you wasn't sure what was going on with Miguel. Perhaps that situation with his experiment really did make him see the light, somewhat.

Miguel had been a lot kinder to you lately. You, being blinded by love, were falling for each gesture he did or said. Even now, having his head against your lap made you go over the moon. His warm breathe exhaling against your legs made you shudder.

"If only that Spider-Woman would just answer my questions," Miguel said against your thigh. You shivered at the vibration,

"Why...is she so important?"

"She is the key to everything, (Y/N)." Miguel's hands rested against your thighs, "Wouldn't it be great is humans never got sick again? Never had to endure pain like a broken limb?"

"Yes?" You answered, agreeing to those ideas. Miguel grabbed your hands, smirking widly,

"Spider-Woman is the key to starting to free humans of that burden! Her advance abilities will be the start of a greater future!"

You could feel your heart racing as Miguel grew closer to you. His face only inches away as he held your hands so firmly. This was the look of a madman, but one you couldn't help but look away from. Melting into his touch, you started to think irrationally,

"Maybe...I can try and call her again...for you?" You offered. Miguel just smirked, stroking your cheek,

"Would you be a good girl and do that for me?"

Oh, you felt like turning into putty. You weren't sure if it was his sexy tone, or what he said, but you felt your panties get damp. You wanted Miguel to pin you to this desk and become a different kind of experiment for him.

Miguel just hummed in response as you scooted off his desk. You needed to leave before your mind got anymore hazy. You hurried to your office first, needing a moment to quickly relieve yourself. It drove you mad how much Miguel turned you on.

"How am I going to survive that health exam?" You whined.

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Miguel inhaled deeply as you left. Despite his struggle to entertain you, you were still falling into his trap. All Miguel had to do was twist his words for you to keep agreeing with him. For him to find moral reasons for you to want to agree with him.

However; you were proving to have an effect on Miguel. He wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but Miguel knew that he was starting to like your expressions. Those desperate, needy looks on your face whenever he draws near.

Excitement rose in his chest. It was disturbing since Miguel only found joy when tormenting a soul into his making. Then again, this was essentially the same thing. Miguel was just twisting you into being his perfect little pet.

Having you sit on his desk like a trophy was the first step.

Deciding to work on reports until you came back, Miguel felt somewhat bored. He had no experiments lined up and no you to corrupt. Miguel needed something to entertain him.

"Lyla, is that chemical we made a few months ago still have an effect to make people mad?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is our competition still planning on wooing the citizens of downtown Nueva York?"

"Yes, sir." Lyla responded. Miguel's devilish smirk returned,

"Perfect. It would be a shame if that chemical accidently leaked into their water supply. Whatever would our competitors do when they people attack them?"

"Already spreading the toxin. Aren't you worried about Spider-Woman going down there and saving them? (Y/N) might get hurt." Lyla explained. Miguel just scoffed,

"You doubt my power of words? I can get anyone to do what I please."

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You were hesitant. This was a bad idea. You knew that Miguel was always going to ask for more, but how could you say no? You weren't thinking straight when you told him that you'd get Spider-Woman. You were talking with your pussy heart. You were talking with your heart.

"Hello, I was told that you wanted to see me again," You said lowly, sticking outside Miguel's office window.

"Yes, please come in!"

"Um, I think I'll stay right here." You hesitated, perching against the window. Miguel's face twisted slightly,

"I won't ask for a blood sample, rather I just have some questions I wanted answered."

"Okay....just questions," You whispered, hesitating to enter.

You weren't afraid of what questions Miguel had, you were more afraid of telling him everything.

"Lyle, record mode." Miguel hummed before taking a seat before you, "Why don't we start with something simple? Such as, your abilities?"

"Ah, right. Well, for starters I can stick to any surface through my hands and feet. Um, I believe I have super human strength because the heaviest thing I lifted was a car-"

"All Public Eye members report, crowds of violent civilians are attacking-"

"Oh, I should go and help." You gasped, hearing your radio, "I'm sorry, I'll be-"

"Why?" Miguel questioned. You knew that look all too well, "Do you always have to rush head first into danger?"

"People need help-"

"But are they worth you sacrificing yourself all the time?" Miguel stood and pulled up security footage, "This is something small that the Public Eye can handle. You don't need to help every single person."

"But...as a hero, I should at least try-"

"To keep yourself healthy and safe." Miguel spat, sitting you back down, "If you handled every single problem, then where is the time for you? You're going to hurt yourself dealing with meager issues such as this."

"You're saying I should ignore people in need of help?" You felt your heart sink.

Not from Miguel's words, but from you wanting to agree with him. Lately, you've been so exhausted from helping every person you came by. You thought it was part of the hero life, but Miguel was making sense. You needed time for yourself.

"I'm saying, not everyone needs a Super Hero like yourself," Miguel whispered in your ear.

You hesitated, but eventually lowered the volume on your radio. You knew this wasn't the right thing, but it did make you feel better since Miguel was giving you the laydown.

"Now, please continue."

"Right! Stick to walls, super strength, oh, I have this like warning tingle for danger. Um, I can shoot webs from my wrist. Hm, my agility and stamina seems to have improved." You ranted before thinking about what else you could do.

"All units! I repeat, all units! New Super Villain threat appearing in uptown Nueva York!"

"Ah! This I really have to take!" You gasped, "Super villains now a days are no joke. Sorry I had to cut this short again, but I'll be back."

Before Miguel could say anything, you dashed right out the window. Hopefully, that would be enough information for Miguel to be please for now. Either way, you had a villain to stop!

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Miguel roared in anger as he threw his chair across the room. Why? Why did fate have to go against him? You were being obedient! You were listening to him and answering his questions! Miguel wanted more! He needed more!

"Stamina, hm?" Miguel whispered to himself, attempting to calm down.

As he fixed his hair, Miguel has Lyla pull up a video of you from last night. Miguel needed to calm down until you came back. Leaning back in his seat as the windows dimmed, Miguel chuckled as he watched you lay in your bed, crying out his name.

"I question the stamina," He hummed as your fingers worked furiously, "If I were to make her mine, then the child would only have a fourth of perfect genes. It must be higher."

Unamused with the thought, Miguel continued to watch videos of you until his anger calmed down.

After two hours, you had finally returned to the office. Miguel was unamused as you entered, apologizing profusely. Your fight had taken too long, but Miguel couldn't say that. Patting his desk, Miguel watched as you slowly made your way, taking a seat.

"Good job on bringing me Spider-Woman," Miguel hummed, planting his face against your lap.

"Ah-"

"Hm?" Miguel raised a brow as he sat up, "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing-"

"(Y/N), you know how I dislike lies." Miguel spat. You proceeded to whimper, causing him to sigh, "I won't get mad at you."

"It's not...that. When I was um, looking for Spider-Woman...this weird new villain appeared...and I got caught in the cross fire. M-my leg still hurts." You told him.

Miguel furrowed his brows, his chest tightening up. You were getting hurt while playing the hero! He could not have that! Rolling up your skirt slowly, Miguel searched for the wound. How could you be so reckless and get injured?

His trophy can't get hurt.

Rolling your stocking down, Miguel hissed at the suction cup marking on your legs. They were red, swollen and sore. Pulling out his first aid kit, Miguel was careful as he started to treat your wounds. He can't have you hurt. Not when you were going to bear his perfect advance human children.

"Ah! Migs, that stings," You whimpered, holding back tears. Miguel lazily glared up at you,

"Then stop getting hurt." He spat and noticed your tears, "Only I'm the one who can bring you pain."

"N-Now you're being mean," You cried as he worsen the pain from cleaning your wound, "I try my best."

"Well it isn't good enough," Miguel wrapped up your first scar and sighed heavily, "If you can't be safe alone, then ask for help."

Miguel knew that there weren't any other heroes around. Just you. He continued to treat your wounds, listening to you hiss and cry. He can't risk you getting hurt anymore. You needed to get off the streets, which meant someone else had to replace you.

Feeling an idea pop into his mind. Miguel felt his wicked smile return as he looked up at you.

"W-What?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. Miguel finished with your last wound and shot up,

"I'm a genius!" He roared in laughter before squishing your cheeks together, "You just gave me an idea. Go home and rest, we have a big, big day tomorrow,"

"Ah, okay...Thank you, Miguel." You whispered, fixing your skirt.

Miguel kept laughing to himself as he paced across his office. If you refused to stop being Spider-Woman, then that just meant that someone had to take your role. Someone who had the same abilities as you.

A Spider-Man, perhaps?

Miguel was going to have to play the waiting game on this. He needed to make a carbon copy of you, as him. Miguel couldn't afford to die on his own table. Not when he was going to rob you of your precious life and help him make the future of humans.

"(Y/N), my dear (Y/N), I'll make sure no one will cross our paths. Who needs a hero when I can trample over everyone as a Villain?"

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[siriusly-a-slut]

New Feelings

Masturbation, pillow humping, kinda perv!sirius, padfoot watches you, innocent!reader

On summer vacation with the boys, you sigh and roll over on your bed, book in hand and chest resting on a pillow. Remus, James, and Peter have all gone to a shop in downtown Italy, looking for ingredients to make homemade pasta, claiming it’s the Italian experience. 

You stayed home despite the beautiful city to read and spend some time alone, and although Sirius was also staying in the house, you knew he wouldn’t bother you. You and Sirius are of course friends, but you aren’t very close without the other boys. You close your book and rest your chin on your hands. Going out with the boys would’ve been less boring, you almost regret not going out to see the city. 

 You scooch yourself up on the pillow you’re laying on, only to feel a tingling feeling in your core. You move your hips back down, pushing the corner of the pillow into your legs more. You take a shaky breath in, your heart is beating a mile a minute and you look behind you to your wide open door. This feels so… wrong, but now you’re curious, and are desperate for  the feeling to return to your core.

 There’s a dog standing in the hallway, staring into your door. You jump a bit and stand up 

”Oh I didn’t know James brought you on vacation…” you mumble, half to yourself and half to James’ shaggy black dog. You realize James has never even told you the dog's name, he usually just shows up places with James. You’ve never thought much of it, and you try to shoo the dog away, wanting to finish your business. The dog trots right in your room and walks in small circles before lying down right in front of your bed. 

You have no choice but to leave him in, since he is making himself at home in your room. You close the door and lock it quietly, even though Sirius is on the other side of the house.

You climb back on your bed, and this time purposely spread your legs over the pillow. You drag your hips across the pillow, inhaling and exhaling deeply at the pleasure it gives you. You bite your lip and repeat these motions, soft whimpers falling out of your lips. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and your eyes widen as you feel your underwear get wet. 

You furrow your brows and take your flimsy pajama shorts off, and pull your knickers down your thighs, seeing a damp spot in them. You touch it, and your thumb eases over the slippy substance easily. You bring a couple fingers in between your legs, and you feel the same thing. 

Does this have to do with the tingly feeling? With you spreading your legs? You pull your panties up hesitantly, but feel way too hot to stop what you were doing. You don’t bother to put your pajama bottoms back on, and find that the absence of them increases the tingles you feel.

 You start to pull your hips against the pillow faster, a bit more eagerly. You can feel more of the wet substance pooling in your underwear, and it makes you feel good, you want more, want to feel more. You’re so excited at this new feeling that you’ve forgotten about James’ dog on the floor.

 He's watching you intently, but even if you turned around and looked at him, you would just think the dog is just curious about the movements. But in reality, he’s staring directly at your ass and getting a nice view of the damp spot you’ve created.

 The quiet whimpers turn into louder moans, but not too loud, you don’t want Sirius to hear something like this and question you. You wouldn’t even know how to answer, because you don’t know what you’re doing yourself. You use a hand to cover your mouth and frantically move your hips up and down, opposed to the slow dragging movements.

 You get saliva on your hand as muffled moans escape your mouth. Your lips part softly and you squeeze your eyes shut. You get really tired and slump gently onto the pillow, breathing heavily. Your hips move against the corner of the pillow ever so slightly, missing the feeling of the climax.

 The dog jumps up on the bed and tries to stick his nose right between your thighs. You jump at the feeling and sit up, pushing the dog away off the bed you’re in. You stand up and open the door, the lock popping open as you turn the knob. The dog trots away quickly, and you shut the door again, changing your underwear and putting the pillow back in place.

 Unbeknownst to you, in the hallway, Padfoot changes back to Sirius and his pants are painfully tight. He can’t believe he jumped up on you, he couldn’t contain himself. You were just so hot, so innocent and new to the activity you were doing. He shuts himself in his room quietly, his back to his door as he groans faintly and pulls out his cock, the image of you vivid in his mind.

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˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚  ˖  ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ   it was a regular, normal day for you until you fell victim of the infamous green goblin. a familiar suit of red and dark blue comes to your rescue but his attitude completely catches you off guard.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕  ˖  ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  fluff, angst, violence, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of blood

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another normal day of life.

another normal day in nueva york.

another normal day of work.

the irritating sound of your alarm wakes you from delicious slumber. a groan of annoyance escapes your lips, resting a hand on your forehead as your eyes adjust to the sunlight illuminating your room. reaching over to your nightstand, the alarm finally stops at the touch of a button on your phone. you stare up at the ceiling, indulging in a moment of solitude before resuming to the routines of life.

inhaling and exhaling deeply, you finally get out of bed and begin your morning routine. since you take showers at night, getting dressed and breakfast are the only things you have to do. after getting dressed in one of your favorite outfits and doing your makeup, you decide to snack on leftover pizza from last night as breakfast. the last bit of your routine was brushing your teeth. once that was taken care of, you packed your tote bag with personal items and headed out the door to start your day.

most days prior to heading to work, you visit the local café for your usual coffee and croissant sandwich. flying vehicles soar in the sky as you walk over to the café. although you live in a futuristic society with heavily advanced technology, including transportation, a bit of exercise doesn’t hurt. the clicking of your heels echos amongst the crowd of people on the sidewalk as you walked.

you finally arrived at the café and entered. the moment you stepped inside, the barista recognized you with a smile and starts working on your order. after paying your order and waiting a few minutes for your coffee, one of the employees calls out your name. you thank him with a soft smile as you take your coffee from his grasp. standing off to the side by where the little counter of creams and sugar are, you take a small sip to test the flavor. a soft hum of approval and delightfulness escapes your lips at the delicious taste of your coffee. “perfect.”

after saying bye and thanking the barista and the other workers, you exit the café and start walking. while walking and sipping coffee, a sudden loud noise of explosion erupts from behind. a loud gasp erupts from your throat as you covered your head with your arms, protecting yourself from the sudden impact. the smell of fire and smoke fills your senses. blinking your eyes a few times to regain focus, you turned around and looked at the source of the explosion. it was the café, now demolished.

a gasp of horror spills from your trembling lips. unfamiliar faces run past you, desperately escaping the chaotic scenery. adrenaline flows through your body at a wild rate as panic takes over your now fragile mind. what the fuck just happened? your glossy eyes filled with panicked tears scan the area, your body shaking and chest heaving due to heavy breathing. your body desperately tells you to run but your apprehensive and selfless mind wants to help those who are injured. without hesitation, you bolted to the café, disregarding your coffee by tossing it to the floor. fires and smoke erupts from the now demolished café, the sounds of painful whines and coughing echoing in your ears. not only there were fire and debris, a few lifeless bodies lie on the ground with puddles of blood oozing from underneath them. oh your heart aches at the unfortunate sight. those poor innocent souls. carefully avoiding the small pits of fire, you help survivors get out to safety.

a manic laugh echoes the around the building. glimpses of green can be seen flying in the air from the windows and holes. those features seemed very familiar, especially that laugh.

the infamous green goblin.

your eyes widen in realization; another one. as you assist the last survivor out of the café, a small gold ball with a green light flickering at a rapid speed lands on the floor close to you from outside.

as you braced yourself for the inevitable by covering yourself with your arms, you felt a pair of muscular arms securely wrapped around you. the sensation of wind blowing in your face was a sign that you were no longer in danger. very slowly, you opened your glossy eyes and looked up at a familiar figure in red and dark blue. the famous savior of nueva york.

once you were from a safe distance, the tall hero carefully sets you down on your feet. “thanks, spidey.” you flashed him a soft smile.

“¿estas tonta? why the hell did you go back there?! you could’ve gotten killed!” spider-man hissed with annoyance and frustration laced in his tone, the eyes of his mask narrowing at you with a definite pissed off expression underneath it.

well damn — he’s got an attitude and you were not expecting him to be rude right off the bat. definitely not a charming knight in shining armor. well, it was pretty stupid of you to wander into danger but your selfless spirit said otherwise.

“well sorry for wanting to help others. they were trapped and scared.” you hissed back, placing your hands on your hips in a sassy manner.

you two are arguing like you know each other or like a married couple. to be honest, it feels kinda weird but you decide not to comment about it since he’s pissing you off right now.

the acclaimed hero looks at you with a dumbfounded expression underneath the mask, astounded by your sassiness. great, you’re stubborn, he thought. he scoffs, you can tell he rolled his eyes under the mask. “help yourself before others. dying by your own stupidities is embarrassing.”

jeez — this guy is a real asshole.

before you could say something in return, that familiar manic laugh echoes the area, causing the man dressed in red and blue to turn around in the direction of the laughter. three other spider-people swing after the green goblin variant.

spider-man turns back facing you. “stay out of trouble, idiota.” he states sternly, murmuring that last part before swinging away, joining the other spider-people afar to deal with the villain.

a scoff of offense escaped your lips, jaw dropped. how dare he call you an ‘idiot.’ what an asshole. how the hell is that guy the hero of this city? honestly, you rather die by a villain’s hand than be saved by that asshole. hopefully you won’t run into him again, but if you do, you’ll give him a piece of your mind.

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it was one hell of a battle but they captured the goblin and the multiverse is still intact. however, for some unexplainable reason, his mind retraced back to the ridiculous interaction with you from earlier. how stupid were you to walk straight into danger? got a death wish or something? sure, you provided the basic excuse of helping others in need. very selfless and caring of you, proving you’re a decent person with a kind heart. but what bothers miguel so much is that you were willing to sacrifice yourself to help others. he doesn’t even understand why it bothers him so much. he doesn’t know you, nor you do him. miguel is spider-man, performing his duties as the hero of nueva york. tackling and collecting villain variants and anomalies for maintaining the multiverse. acting as leader of the spider society. ensuring the safety of the people.

yes, he has saved numerous lives in various situations. so why were you any different? you’re just a regular civilian who was in need of saving from danger, even by your own stupidity.

sure, your sassy attitude completely caught him off guard. miguel was so dumbfounded that he didn’t believe you were being serious, arguing with him of all people. himself arguing with you of all people, a random civilian he doesn’t know.

“all caught up in that big grumpy head of yours?” lyla interrupts his thoughts, magically appearing in front of him with arms crossed and a playful smirk.

miguel groans in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “funny.” he deadpanned, ignoring her presence by looking at the various orange screens in front of him.

the ai’s eyes narrowed, examining his expression. “you seem strange. what were you thinking of? or i should say, who were you thinking of?”

he can sense the smirk on her face grow wilder, making him internally groan. “no one, end of discussion.” his crimson eyes remained glued on the orange screens, still ignoring the ai.

she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “oh come on, big guy. you were thinking about her, the sassy lady.”

that finally made him look at her, lightly glaring with those crimson eyes. “cállate before i shut you off.” he threatens with gritted teeth, fangs showing.

lyla raised her hands in the air in defense. “what? i’m simply stating facts. it’s just i’ve never seen you cared so much for a civilian before with all that yelling and basically reprimanding her.” she lowers her hands before lightly shrugging.

“lyla.” miguel said in a warning tone, shooting a light glare at the ai assistant.

“just saying, boss.” she offers a smile before vanishing in the air, leaving him with his thoughts.

well, she isn’t wrong. you are just a regular civilian yet he reprimanded you like a child, arguing with someone like he knows. hopefully you actually listened to him and try avoiding trouble in the future. the last thing miguel wants is saving you from your own stupidity once again. and to deal with your sassy demeanor. hopefully that’ll be the last time he’ll see you, but if he does under stupid circumstances like today, miguel will give you a piece of his mind.

ᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁. 𝓣𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓  ˖ ࣪ ༘  @loser-alert @keepitreal001 @iamperson12280 @nostalgicdaira @flordelalunas @oharasfilipinawife @cho-coquette @lavenderslemonade @palesatan @awkward-d3rs3-dr3amer @lilscast @beanieboy23 @dorck26 @kakabskbskdnd @4crew

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#꒰ ˖ ࣪ . 𐙚 ⊹ ꒱ — 𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #across the spiderverse #fanfic series

[roanniom]

eddie is soo the type of guy to be obsessed with how you smell. just presses his nose into your neck when you’re spooning in bed and breathes deep. smells your pillow when you’re gone and he misses you. pauses before eating you out to fucking inhale you and he moans. doesn’t get why you get so flustered and blushy. he could come just from your scent and tells you so. i need to lie down

Um I’m already laying down but maybe being horizontal is what is making this hit that much harder.

Ugh. This is where my brain immediately goes:

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, dry humping, allusions to drugs though no drug use.

Eddie comes barreling through the door of your little apartment after a long day working as a mechanic. He’d stopped at his place to shower and change so he’s not sweaty and greasy for you, but that extra hour away from you had killed him.

You’re laying down on your couch when he barges in, making quick use of the key you’d given him the month prior.

“Babe!” you cry out, happy to see him. Before you can sit up to greet him more formally he’s bounded over and clambered on top of you on the couch. He pushes his way between your thighs impatiently, knees scooting up on the cushions and he’s bent over you in no time. Eddie braces himself up on his forearms to keep most of his weight off you as he buries his face in your neck.

“Eddieee,” you squeal, squirming beneath him and giggling. “That tickles, what are you doing?”

Eddie inhales deeply and aggressively against your skin.

“Mmm shhh, give me a moment,” he grumbles against you. His hands fumble down between you to grab your wrists, pulling your arms out and over your head and securing them against the cushion to keep you from wriggling even more.

You laugh but let him manhandle you the way he wants. It feels great to have his body against you after missing him all day so you content yourself with just feeling him on you.

He keeps breathing in deeply. Almost meditatively. His breath fans out against your throat with each exhale and yet with each inhale he’s pushing his face even harder against your skin.

Eventually you notice something else.

The rhythmic movement of his hips. His cock is hard beneath his sweatpants, and he’s begun to hump against your clothed mound with intention.

“Eddie what are you…oh!” You gasp yourself when he thrusts at an angle that provides perfect friction for your clit.

“I’m getting high,” Eddie says. And he means it. Whether it’s from your scent or his near hyperventilation of it, Eddie is lightheaded. He finally pulls away from your neck and gives you a grin, a dopey look in his foggy eyes.

“Oh yeah?” you laugh, shaking your head at how ridiculous he is. You’re breathing heavily yourself already, though, moving your hips to optimize the friction with each grind of his bulge. “You stoned already, baby?”

“Absolutely out of my mind,” Eddie agrees with a massive smile before diving down to sample your lips next.

#anon #I took an edible and I’m inspired lol #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader

[azsazz]

Lean into Me

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: I’m begging you to write for Ruhn or Ithan from CC (After all Ruhn Danaan knew three things with absolute certainty 😏)

Warnings: Not really any spoilers for CC I don't think...but plz mention anything you see 💙

Word Count: 1,080

Notes: Trying something new here, hopefully you like!

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Ruhn hasn’t moved in an hour.

An hour since your inebriated self had collapsed on the crowded couch next to him and cuddled up into his side, eyes bright with the drink nearly sloshing over the rim of your cup and onto his shirt. Ruhn didn’t care if it did, he’s wearing all black for fucks sake, but he had taken it from you nonetheless, heart fluttering in his chest when your lower lip jutted out in a pout. He wanted so badly to lean forward and nip at it, suck it into his own mouth and run his piercing against it to see your reaction.

Instead, he’d smirked, settled back into the couch, brushing your hair from your face when you placed your head on his shoulder, kicking a thick boot onto the coffee table littered with pipes and butts and tins of mirthroot. The air inside his home is thick with it, and the familiar scent he inhales deeply helps to calm his racing heart down.

Until you’re nuzzling into his neck. Dec and Flynn snicker from their spots in the surrounding chairs, passing a thick roll of the drug shaped in an intricately formed dragon around the smoke circle. The head of the dragon is lit and Dec takes a long drag inwards from its tail, holding it deep in his chest while he passes the blunt to Flynn, before exhaling the smoke Ruhn’s direction in rings, which the fae male bats away with a glare.

“What?” Dec grins wolfishly, the whites of his eyes red and lids lowered blissfully over amber eyes. Flynn chokes, waving the greedy hand reaching out for the drug as he falls into a fit of coughs. “Just giving you a little smokey confidence.”

Ruhn rolls his eyes but the hair on the back of his neck stands as your lips part and you release a soft sigh that feels oh-so right against his skin. Your eyes have drooped closed and your body leans heavily into his side, utterly comfortable with falling asleep at his parties if he’s the one looking after you. You trust Ruhn with your life, with more if you ever mustered the courage to tell him how you really feel.

Flynn’s voice is nothing but a rasp as he joins in the teasing, “He’s gonna need much more than that, Dec. He hasn’t made a move in years, what makes you think he’s going to now?” 

The glare Ruhn sends his asshole friends doesn’t faze them in the slightest. His fingers tighten on the cup he’d taken from you, and the plastic will be crushed if he doesn’t calm down. Ruhn drains the contents with a grimace. Whoever had made you this drink had been more intent on getting you drunk than it actually tasting good, which, he could admit, was pretty much the point of his parties anyways.

“Don’t know what he’s been waiting for,” Declan replies, and are they still not over this yet? “Clearly she’s into you.”

Ruhn glances down at you to make sure you’re still asleep. Your fingers are clutching his arm, so close to where the skin is fucked and covered with ink. You don’t know, no one really knows why he has them, but he thinks that if you ask, he’d find himself telling you.

Are you into him though? You’ve been toeing the line of more than friends for years–flirty jokes and the occasional drunk touches, but neither of you had let it go further than that, burying your feelings deeply inside yourself so as not to ruin the friendship you share.

Ruhn’s a playboy. Always fucking this fae or that shifter, he hadn’t been ready to settle into a more exclusive relationship and you were never bothered by it, it was just the way that it was; their faces his strong hands would be cradling, his long, dark hair they’d tug on, his piercing they felt whenever he’d put those plush pink lips to work.

You’re way too good for him. He’d fucking ruin you in more ways than one.

“Fuck off,” he growls, tossing the empty cup their way. Their movements are sluggish from the mirthroot and it hits Flynn in the chest, droplets of leftover booze speckling his shirt and face like the freckles smattering his cheeks.

“Can smell it from here,” Flynn scrunches his nose. He’s clearly not sensing the tone in Ruhn’s voice, even Dec slaps the fae male on the arm in warning.

Ruhn’s had enough. One hand hooks under your knees, the other supporting your back as he lifts you into his arms with ease. It’s a gentle motion, one that has you rousing only slightly, to wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle further into him, setting his heartbeat racing once more.

He leaves his roommates at the circle, ignoring their parting catcalls because they’re free to do so now that his hands are full. They know that Ruhn wouldn’t dare drop you to come at them, you’re much too important to him than that.

“C’mon Deer,” he whispers against your temple as you part, headed up the stairs towards his room where the music isn’t so loud and you can be alone. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Deer, because you’d accidentally walked in on him and a deer shifter once upon a blue moon. It had started off as a joke and stuck, both of you using it as a term of endearment to make the other smile. Now, it has a different meaning to Ruhn, because he wishes that it had been you instead.

You hum softly, and he can barely pick it up over the pounding bass that’s rattling the walls, even with his fae hearing. “I like the sound of your heartbeat.”

His chest rumbles with laughter and you can’t help but smile along with him. You’re tired, but you force your eyes open to look at him as he chuckles, his smile your favorite thing in the world. 

And just as you thought, he takes your breath away. Ruhn is already looking down at you, the deep blues of his eyes sparkling with enjoyment. His smile stretches wide and your gaze brushes over that lip ring because you just can’t help yourself this time. 

“Perfect,” he breathes, taking you in.

You haven’t heard his admission over the loud music. “What?”

Ruhn answers, loud enough for you to hear, to feel it in your bones. “You’re perfect.”

#ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn x reader #crescent city #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #azsazz

[stylesloveclub]

sunshine (making out blurb) sneak peek!!!!

Harry kisses her lips one final time before pulling away with a soft click, his hand still gently cupping her jaw. His eyes slowly open, and he finds his sunshine already looking right back at him, her eyes wide and moony. Her lips are parted, so soft and delicate and kissable, and she blinks innocently. She’s so cute, so reactive and eager. She’s staring at him like he just gave her the world with that little kiss. 

His fingers trace down from her cheek to her lips, and then to her jawline. With the softest nudge he tilts her head to the side, then brushes her hair off to the side to expose her neck. When his lips skim the sensitive skin right above her pulse point, her breath catches in her throat. Her grip on his shirt tightens, and her thighs tense from where she’s sitting atop him, straddling his hips. 

His lips press against her neck so softly, the most delicate kiss he’s ever pressed against her skin. His eyes flutter shut and he just lingers there, inhaling deeply. She smells like vanilla and sugar cookies. She makes his heart pound and his head spin. His hand on her hip holds on tighter, his fingers dimpling her soft skin as he starts to press more kisses up her neck and around her jawline. 

Y/n’s eyes flutter shut and she tries to regulate her breathing, but her breaths are short and shaky and she can’t think straight. Harry’s breathing sends shivers down her spine, tickling her ear every time he exhales. His cotton candy lips tickle her throat and press down in hot, slow, gentle kisses. She swallows thickly and tries to hold down all the noises that want to escape her, but somehow a breathy moan leaves her lips. She feels herself grow hot and she’s not sure if it’s embarrassment at how weak she sounds, or if she’s just getting all hot from how Harry’s tongue just darted out to lightly tease her neck. 

Harry smiles to himself lightly, deciding to test the waters and suck a little bit at her neck. He forgets, sometimes, just how innocent and inexperienced his angel of a girlfriend is. She gets worked up easily and is so responsive to his touch. Even the lightest of kisses against her throat have her whimpering and floating in another world. He loves it. He can sense how antsy she’s getting now, how she’s shuffling around on his lap and fisting at his shirt. She hopes he can’t tell how sweaty her palms have gotten, and she’d actually die if she knew that he could feel her clenching around nothing through her tiny sleep shorts.

He doesn’t spend too much time on her neck, not wanting to leave any marks without her permission, instead sliding his fingers into her hair and tilting her head down again so it’s no longer thrown back. She lets him maneuver her easily, opening her eyes, her chest rising and falling heavily. Her eyebrows pinch together as she briefly looks down at his lips, longingly. She tries to get ahold of herself, but just a few seconds of him loving on her neck have sent her into a spiral. She’s so sensitive, so reactive – she jumps when his hand migrates to her thigh, goosebumps rising as he rubs up and down her bare leg. 

Harry’s eyes are warm and fond as he just stares at her– her pretty eyes and her delicate eyelashes, her lips, her cheeks, her smile. He tries not to linger too much on how cute she looks in her pajamas, how the low neckline accentuates her neck and her collarbones or how the thin material fails to conceal her peaked nipples. If he thinks about it too hard, he’ll get hard. And he doesn’t want that yet, doesn’t want to overwhelm his sweet, pure, innocent sunshine with his horny thoughts. 

He kisses her again as a distraction, slotting their lips together, and it’s sweet and simple and calming. Kissing her is comforting, her lips a safe haven. She could be an angel, for all he knows, with a halo and wings and everything.

“Sunshine,” he murmurs between kisses, “do something for me?”

“Hm?” she hums, hazy and half-paying attention. She stutters a bit when Harry’s tongue flicks at her bottom lip, and then at the seam of her lips. He gives a reassuring kiss.

“Open up f’me a bit.” His hand cups her jaw and he soothingly pets her face, as if coaxing her to part her lips. “Wanna– wanna taste you.”

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first sunshine blurb posted now on patreon and coming to tumblr on 9/16!!!! :)

check out the sunshine masterlist for more!!!

#harry #harry fic #harry smut #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fan fic #my sneak peaks

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Being visited by Bucky Barnes

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: Gender Neutral! Reader, They/Them/Theirs

~~~

You listened to a mixture of the radio's music station, the news on the television, and the lively city outside your apartment where the honking of cars and overlapping sound of chatter created a song of its own. You spared the TV a glance before returning your attention to the clothes scattered around the bed, sorting through them and folding each article. It still felt odd, in some way, to return to a normal life after years of being kept busy with S.H.I.E.L.D. So many missions, so many close calls, so many enemies. You could hardly recall the distant, fuzzy memories of your life before becoming an agent. It'd all been so different back then. 

Your fingers curled around a small shirt and you raised it up, fondly gazing over the Captain America t-shirt your son had begged you to buy a few weeks prior. Your little reason for leaving the agent's life behind, to ensure he'd never become collateral damage or just another civilian casualty. Still, the news of his existence had been the only reason you left. If it'd been up to you, you would've continued working alongside Nick Fury and the Avengers team. But life forged another path for you. 

With a soft sigh, you folded up his shirt and set it atop his pile of clothes. You scooped them up into your arms and headed toward his bedroom, delicately setting the small tower of clothes on the bed. The sound of the dryer stopped and you hummed quietly to yourself, stepping out of his room and making your way through the apartment to the small laundry room, picking up the basket along the way. You set the basket down and popped open the dryer, crouching down and tugging the warm, dried clothes into the basket until the dryer was empty. You slipped your fingers around the handles and rose, only to flinch at the sight of the figure watching you. The basket slipped from your hands, landing on the ground with a soft thump as you instinctively backed up. Your mind flickered through the various spots where you'd hidden different guns and knives before finally recognizing the man.

"You need a better security system," Bucky murmured, his arms folded over his chest as his gaze trailed over the hallway he stood in. You inhaled deeply, pressing a hand to your chest and feeling your heart thumping wildly, the beginning of a headache creeping in from the scare. 

"Christ, Barnes," You exhaled, rubbing your fingertips over your forehead. "I have a front door."

"Didn't want to start rumors that could get back to your boy." He responded with a light shrug, his vibrant blue eyes returning to your figure. "Cute kid, by the way. It's a good thing he takes after you." 

You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes, noting the way the corner of his lips quirked up into a faint amused smile. "Yeah, whatever, Barnes. Why are you here, anyway? You couldn't have given me a call?" You asked him, picking the basket back up from the floor and stepping out into the hallway. 

"I don't have your number," Bucky said, following you to the living room and arching a brow when you dumped the clothes over the couch. He tore his attention away from the mess to focus on you again and cleared his throat. "I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James 'Bucky' Barnes, and you're part of my efforts to make amends. As per my pardon... and therapy sessions, I am to make amends with those I've hurt and fix the things I did as the Winter Soldier."

"You broke into my apartment-"

"The window by the fire escape was unlocked. I'd hardly call it breaking in. Like I said, you need a better security system." You squinted at him. Bucky sighed heavily. "Yes, I broke into your apartment."

"Uh-huh, so, you did that to... apologize? For what, exactly? Shooting at me? Dislocating my shoulder? Nearly breaking my leg? Trying to kill my boss and coworkers?" 

"All- All of that. I... I was in the neighborhood and you were on my list. I thought I'd stop by and apologize for the damage I caused or could've caused." Bucky explained, reaching into the pocket of his coat and pulling out a small notebook. He slipped the pen out from the spiral and flipped through the pages until he stopped on one and crossed something out. With that done, he tucked it back into his coat. "I was actually hoping I could make it up to you."

"Yeah?" You raised your brows at him and began sorting through your laundry, shaking your head lightly at the whole ordeal. "And how exactly are you planning to do that, Barnes?"

"This isn't exactly how I'd do this typically but... I thought I could take you out to dinner."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x female reader #fem reader #x gender neutral reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x male reader #marvel x female reader #marvel x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x male reader #james bucky barnes

[creepling]

imagine johnny just being so touchy feely & yearning for his s/o that he’s just all over them? def wouldn’t outright say he misses them while he’s literally smothering himself into their body 🎀

anon i am so sorry . . . i got dark with this. anytime i hear the word 'yearning' i can't help but get angsty. if johnny ever got into that state well... read to find out lmao. again, im sorry for the angst!! i can't help it!!

tags: gn!reader. angst. dark themes. implied violence. 500 words.

The plan has always been the same. You check in to the motel, enter the room and Johnny follows in after a few minutes. The secrecy of it benefitted the both of you, but you never expressed to each other how it did. There was a lot you didn’t talk about. Maybe it was best it stayed that way.

You were freshening up in the bathroom when you heard the familiar knock. Three simple thumps. You finished up and opened the door, minding not to rush. But Johnny was ahead of you, almost tackling you to the ground. He slammed the door behind him, and the sudden noise jolted you, but he squeezed you in his arms, keeping you in place.

“Johnny-” you fussed in confusion, “is everything okay?”

“Don’t talk,” he muttered. His face buried in your neck, hands roaming your body.

His hurried state prompted you to ask, “You’re not in trouble are you?”

“I said don’t talk,” it was like a growl, putting you in your place. You stood still, resting your hands on his shoulders, resigning to soothe his tense muscles. He smelled like sand dust and tarmac, out on the road for days, the sun catching his exposed skin that radiated a warmth on your own. You relaxed, feeling the stiffness of his body and accustoming to the firm hold he had on you. He let you read him in that moment, his hands firm on your sides. He inhaled heavily to catch your scent, a sigh in his exhale. It had a twinge of relief. He missed you deeply.

Johnny kissed your neck, meeting your gaze, his stare pouring in your travelling eyes. Your body bends under him as he kisses you. His lips deep within your own, beckoning your tongue to meet his. He backed you up towards the bed, laying you down slowly as his arms caressed your fall. You broke the kiss, shuffling further back into the covers, your eyes still searching him. For meaning on all of this. He was more . . . passionate than usual.

A wave of sadness filled Johnny’s core. He gazed at your features, the angles and curves of your body, landing finally on your eyes. He wanted to smile as his heart beat faster. He wanted to get down on one knee. He could see your adoration as it radiated from you, your arm outstretched to bring him into an embrace. You brought your lips to his ear, a smirk curled on your lips. You thought if you said it as quietly as possible, it cannot count as talking.

“Did you miss me?”

Johnny had one rule. Never fall in love. If he does, he has to deal with it. Forgetting you wasn’t enough. That’s why tonight will be the last night you spend with him. It is why Johnny came prepared. He checked the items in the truck before entering. Knife, rope, gag, gloves, body bag.

“Stop talking,” Johnny hissed. Yes, I missed you so much.

#johnny slaughter x reader #tcm game #johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #drabble #inbox #request #anon #cw implied violence

[dameronscopilot]

hiiii this the cocktober hotline?? started thinking abt blowing poe when he's in his flight suit and I need to be reviveddddd (sorry if this sent twice I got a message that it didn't go through the first time)

anything for you, mack 🧡

poe dameron x reader

— flight suit kink, blowjob, face fucking

18+

“Baby—“

“Relax, flyboy.”

Poe lets out an undignified groan when you roughly drag a hand through his dark, messy curls, fingers tangling in the back as you pull hard enough to drag his lust-blown gaze toward the ceiling of the hangar. He exhales, letting his body sag against the X-wing’s ladder as your deft fingers work open the seam that runs down the middle of his flight suit.

Exhaust, oil, dirt, sweat—you inhale deeply, smirking as you palm the hard length waiting between the pilot’s legs, straining against the thick, orange material. There’s a dark spot of precum leaking through, a product of you grinding against him moments before while his tongue was down your throat.

He’d protested when you pulled away, your lips not nearly swollen enough for his liking yet. But the feeling of his erection pressing insistently against your thigh left your mouth watering with the need to put them to another use.

Poe’s skin is still warm and slick from the temperature in the cockpit, body still subject to the echoes of adrenaline vibrating through his nerves. His voice is still a little raw from barking orders over the comms.

He’s a fucking sight to behold in the sky, all focus and precision and cocky confidence.

But he’s wholly pliant here, wholly yours. Slumped against the side of his T-70, biting his lower lip and choking out your name as you let his flushed, leaking cock spring free and begin to slide his fat shaft into the damp warmth of your mouth.

The stiff material of his flight suit rubs against your chin as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, moaning at the salty taste of cum and sweat coating your mouth. And just because you can, you make no effort to be anything less than sloppy in the way you hollow your cheeks and repeatedly engulf his length between your lips, face wet with saliva.

He digs the heels of his boots into the ground, the ladder creaking in protest as he grips it tightly when you begin mouthing at and sucking on his balls. The dark orange spot on his suit spreads, soaked through with spit and precum.

Glancing up at Poe, you watch the unsteady rise and fall of his chest as he stares down at you—on your knees for him, lips slick and swollen. He brings the calloused fingertips of one hand to the side of your face, caressing the curve of your jaw. With the other, he rubs his cock against the outside of your cheek before dragging the tip over your mouth.

He waits.

You nod, body flushing warm with arousal that seeps heavily down your spine.

Poe pushes his dick past your lips once more, and you relax your jaw as he sinks in deep against your tongue and begins to fuck your mouth. Far too worked up from your prior ministrations, there’s nothing steady about the way he plunges in and out, hips stuttering in a cacophonous sham of a rhythm. You clench your thighs together hard, feeling the arousal pooling wetly in your underwear, and moan shamelessly around his shaft.

Cum floods your mouth as Poe bites his fist to muffle the groan of pleasure that accompanies his climax, spilling out past your lips and dripping down your chin.

#answers from the cockpit #cocktober hotline #poe thots #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut

[anemptypuddingcup]

“Can you make the pain go away doctor?” You asked softly, your eyes looking up at the white ceiling. Law turns to you and then glances away, a heavy sigh leaving him. He slowly walks to the operating table and looks down deep into your eyes.

“I can try my best…but I can’t guarantee it’ll go away fully…” Law admits, looking divine into your eyes as his began to soften. You inhale deeply before exhaling and sighing to Law. “Please…just…help me.” You say out to him softly, your hands reaching up to cup his face. Law’s soft expression hardens and he lets out a heavy sigh as he struggles to stare into your eyes, quickly turning away from you and huffing out.

You smile to him and relax against the operating table, awaiting for Law’s touch and whispers. “Don’t be shy Traffy~” You snicker to him, reaching out to him. Law looks back over and sighs before pulling his lab coat off. He slowly walks back to the table and slams his hands on either side of your body, your eyes widening with slight surprise.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this? This is the last time I’m asking-“

“I want this. Do it, Doctor Trafalgar~”

Law huffs before reaching for his belt, unbuckling it before unbuttoning his signature jeans. He grabs your hand and guides it up his thigh and to his erection, his eyes staring deep into yours while he did it. Your face begins to grow hot and dust begins to dust your cheeks as you felt him throbbing against your fingertips, your palms…everything.

“You feel it? This right here will take all of that pain away. In fact…it’ll make you feel so much better.” Law whispers to you, bending down and pressing his chest against your breasts, the soft fabric of his t-shirt against your softened buds making you moan.

“Do you want to feel better?”

“Yes- Yes! I want to feel so much better!~”

Law smirks before wrapping his arms around you, burying his face deep into your neck. You hug him tightly and sigh out, your body trembling as it grew more anxious to feel Law against you.

You feel his hands slide down your sides and to your thighs, spreading them open while he began to lick his lips. “You want this treatment?” He asked you, whispering into your ear. You nodded, biting your lower lip as you begin to breathe heavily. “Please…stop teasing me doctor~” You whined, pressing your face against his shoulder.

Law pulls off your shorts and panties in one swift motion before he finally pulls his length from his briefs. You stared at his hard cock and sigh out in slight ecstasy. Feeling him press his warmth up against you, you mewl out so suddenly and grip his shirt tightly.

He presses a smooch to your ear before sighing out irritably, ready to finally start his operation for you.

“I’m going to start the operation. All I want for you to do is sit back and relax while I made you feel…so good.” He whispers to you. You nodded and hugs him tightly, pulling him close. You press a smooch to his lips before smiling.

Law smirks before finally speaking again.

“Starting the operation now…lay back and relax for me baby.”

“Make me feel better doctor~”

I love playing Doctor w Law. Do you?

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