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jamminvroomvroom · 6 months

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777.

ln x fem!reader

in which lando has a wild week in vegas

on a bit of a roll whoops! had to write something slutty for vegas week/lando’s birthday so here it is! enjoy my loves and please please pleeeeease tell me what you think! 🎲💘 have literally been thinking about this since vegas was announced and i couldn’t stop listening to silk sonic lol

posting this with the @lavenderlando seal of approval 🫡🤍

inspired loosely by 777 by silk sonic

warnings: 18+ minors dni i am so serious!! listen it’s smut. it’s a lot lot lot of smut. alcohol, swearing, fuckboy!lando, one night stand vibes, choking, unprotected sex, general sex acts, some kinky shit, fluff, minor angst bc lando is a moody little shit

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lando had gotten used to the taste of champagne.

the golden bubbles had grown on him over the course of the season, they tasted like success. so, he didn’t protest when several magnums showed up at the round table, some ridiculous happy birthday remix being blasted over the casino speakers.

it was the night of his 24th birthday, and the drinks hadn’t stopped flowing. he was surrounded by his friends, max and ash joining him, as well as the drivers that had arrived in vegas. the crisp white sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows by now, midnight fast approaching, the material half unbuttoned.

they’d started the night in a bar, drowning in a river of alcohol, and now they were in a casino, one of many on the strip. it was all a bit predictable, kitschy decor everywhere he looked since he’d arrived in las vegas, but that’s what made it iconic. the tackiness seemed to mesh well with the old money vibe, and lando knew this would be a birthday to remember.  

everything was mahogany, gold or red. nothing didn’t twinkle in the lights. his suit jacket was slung over his shoulder, curls messy already from the light breeze of november in the desert. his cheeks were champagne rosy, the alcohol going straight to his head and he felt so fucking good.

everyone toasted to the birthday boy, slot machines rattling in the background. lando didn’t usually enjoy this sort of environment, but he was too drunk to care, deciding to embrace the insanity of his life and live on the edge for one night.

he found himself hunched over a gaming table, fingers drumming against the green felt. his eyes scanned the embroidery, taking in the game that was being played. blackjack, he assumed. this really wasn’t his type of place.

by then, as if by some sort of divine intervention, it was.

a flash of red. a swish of hair. manicured nails on a martini glass.

suddenly blackjack seemed like the best fucking game in the world.

lando couldn’t look away from you.

you were stood right opposite him, drink in hand, red satin draping over every curve of your frame. the dress seemed to cover everything, and nothing at all, perfect for the environment you were in. it was daring, enticing, and lando sure liked being enticed.

from the very second he laid eyes on you, he was picturing what you’d look like against a clean, white bedspread, how his name would sound rolling off your tongue in the form of a desperate whimper. it was a crude thought, but he’d become a crude man.

things had changed a lot since his last breakup. he was messy, leaving a trail of clothes and kisses across every country he stepped foot in. he didn’t get off on the number of people he’d slept with, he got off on the rush of someone new, and he knew before he’d even touched down in vegas, a week earlier than he needed to, that this would probably be the messiest week of his life.

but then he saw you, and it felt weird. he didn’t just want to learn your name and bend you over the nearest surface, gone from your bed before the sun was even in the sky. he was addicted at first sight; he had to take you home, at the very least.

his fixation on you was broken by the dealers voice; it seemed like you were up to play next and you needed at least another player. lando’s eyes flitted back to you, wondering if he even knew how to play blackjack before he offered himself up to you on a glaring shiny platter. you took the decision away from him, because this time, you were staring right back at him.

internally, he was choking on air. externally, he was mentally undressing you with a filthy smirk on his face.

“wanna play, birthday boy?” you smiled coyly, an eyebrow quirked seductively. he could have fallen right to his knees at just the sound of your voice. sweet and spicy.

lando realised that you’d seen the embarrassing display the boys had put on for him. maybe you even knew who he was. he definitely wanted to know who you were, and that’s why he decided to give in to your electric stare.

“you’re on.”

he lost.

every. single. game.

numbers were never lando’s thing.

it was hard to care, though, when he had you sprawled out on the desk of his hotel room, his lips all over your neck.

the walk from the casino up to his room had been short, a bottle of champagne in his left hand and the curve of your ass in his right. there’d been very little small talk, very little convincing needed to seduce you, not with the way you’d been eye-fucking from opposite sides of the table, cards laid bare before you both.

he’d kissed you in the elevator, sloppy and desperate, pressed you against the door to his suite, and quickly pinned you to the other side of it once you were finally inside. you tasted like fruit liquor and cigarettes, your dress slowly bunching at your hips as his hands roamed the silky material. lando was restless, craving everything you had to offer, so he picked you up effortlessly, spreading his palms across the back of your thighs.

it had been a short walk to the desk from the door, and he placed you down carefully. lando slid the dress up your thighs, his finger grazing your calf as he did. you were arching into him, pushing his jacket off his frame and frantically tugging at the buttons of his dress shirt until it was hanging undone off his shoulders.

the look in your eyes sent his blood rushing, frenzied and desperate for him as much as he was for you. taking your jaw in his hand, he tilted your chin towards him until you were looking up at him through your lashes. lando tucked your hair behind your ear, continuing to graze down your neck until he reached the flimsy strap of your dress.

“are you gonna let me have you?” his grip on your jaw tightened and he studied your face.

he gulped when your lips twisted into a smile, conniving, dangerous, red lipstick smudged deliciously. you hadn’t caved into his touch, fallen into submission, and suddenly lando was swimming way out of his depth.

it seemed he’d finally met his match.

you pushed him away, giggling as he stumbled backwards towards the bed, and stood from your place on the desk. slowly, you made your way towards him, until you’d backed him up all the way to the foot of the bed, at which point he collapsed. he scrambled up onto his elbows, smirking up at you.

your eyes raked over his frame, swollen lip caught between your teeth. he looked disheveled in the best way, shirt framing lean sun kissed skin.

slowly, you unzipped your dress, letting it fall off your frame. the material pooled at your feet and you stepped out of it carefully, kicking it away. lando had moved up the bed so that he was sitting against the headboard, watching you hungrily. you were left bare, aside from a lacy thong and red stilettos. lando could have cried tears of joy.

happy fucking birthday.

lando’s eyes lit up like 777 had spun onto a slot machine. he may have lost at blackjack but he’d definitely hit the jackpot.

you crawled onto the bed towards him, not stopping until you were sat on his lap. his hands scaled your thighs, stroking up and down the soft skin. you rolled your hips, experimenting, toying with him, and he groaned, low and loud.

“does this answer your your question?” you whispered, leaning into him so that you could loop your arms around his neck.

lando kissed you, slow and sloppy, sitting up even further just to feel you closer. he could feel your nipples brushing against his bare chest, low whines breaking through the kiss your shared every time you felt too sensitive. your bodies were rolling together in unison, friction building nicely between your legs.

he was growing impatient, itching to get rid of the remaining barriers between you. lando held you still, tight, flipping you both over so that he was hovering over you. his lips worked your neck, hickeys littered down your neck and over your collarbone, while his hands moved down your body. he toyed with the band of your thong, snapping the material against your waist.

lando left you there, keening for his touch, while he peeled his shirt off. his trousers went next, along with his boxers, and then he was right back where he’d left off. your panties disappeared in a flash, his kisses punctuated by a splotchy purple mark sucked below your left breast.

and then he was buried between your legs, licking stripes into you like he was starving. he moaned into your pussy when he felt the first pull on his hair, spurring him on. he applied more pressure, taking it slow, revelling in the way you tugged harder and harder with every swipe. lando slid two fingers through your folds, coating them in your slick.

when he slid the digits inside of you, his mouth latched onto your clit, flicking against it relentlessly. he found the perfect rhythm, balance, everything he was doing made you see stars behind your eyelids. you were thrashing, helpless, and he was getting off on it.

you jaw went slack when you raised yourself onto your elbows just to find him grinding against the mattress, groaning into your cunt at the sensation, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. you couldn’t even hold yourself up then, dropping into the mattress as you fell apart beneath him.

lando resurfaced a few moments later, a glint in his eyes, his mouth glistening in the dim light. your vision was hazy, body shattered, but you ached for more of him. the feeling only intensified, your legs tightening around his waist, when he raised his coated fingers to his lips, lapping up every last drop of you. his tongue swirled around his digits lewdly, and you shuddered.

lando didn’t mind at all when you pushed him onto his back, clambering on top of him. you looked wild, animalistic even, as you guided the tip of his cock through your folds, and he folded his arms behind his head to enjoy the view. once you’d slicked him up, not that he really needed it, you sunk down on him.

fingerprints stained your hips; his grip on you increased tenfold as you adjusted around him, your walls throbbing around his swollen cock. lando sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, holding you down on him. your movements were stuttering, trying to hold yourself together and ignore the way he fit inside you so damn perfectly. you tested the waters, rolling your hips a few times, and his eyes rolled back in his skull.

you felt heavenly, like velvet and butterflies.

he lost all sense of control, every fibre keeping him from wrecking you. his grip didn’t loosen when he fucked up into you, bending his knees for any extra leverage he could get. your nails scraped down his chest, his abs, dripping at the way he tensed under your touch. you tried your best to keep up with him, to meet his thrusts, holding your own for longer than you thought you would.

and then you were folding, melting into his chest, one of his hands pulling both of your behind your back, holding you down as he fucked you into your orgasm. your whines were panted right into his ear, sending him hurtling towards his own high.

lando couldn’t help himself, spilling into you, your body pressed helplessly into his. you were exhausted, wrecked, grinning lazily against the thrumming of his heartbeat.

with your hands held behind your back, you couldn’t stop him from planting you on your back, snaking down your body, burying his tongue deep inside you. the room was filled with the sound of sex, his tongue dragging over you like you were the last meal on earth and he was ravenous. he cleaned up the mess he’d made quickly, sounds that would make the population of sin city blush bouncing off the walls.

your vision was white, maybe your were screaming, it was hard to know what was going on when he had you about ready to ascend. when you fell over the edge, you were boneless, at one with the bed. you watched as he licked his lips, flopping onto the bed beside you.

he stroked your hair and you hummed, content and satiated.

lando didn’t dare look away from you while you came down.

apparently, it was rare to wake up after a wild night in vegas and remember the events of the night before.

lando remembered everything.

the exact shade of your eyes, the feel of red satin and black lace, the way you tasted.

your lips on his skin, hips in his hands, the way you moulded pliantly to his touch.

the way you gave as good as you got.

he was smiling before he’d even opened his eyes, reaching blinding across the bed, ready to propose round… four? five? lando had lost count.

warm hands met cold sheets and suddenly he was wide awake.

lando sat up dead straight, searching for a sign of life in the room. there was none. no shoes on the floor, no dress to match, no thong hanging from the door handle. a pit formed in his stomach.

is this how he made people feel?

waking up alone after the best sex of his life and no trace of the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on was quite miserable.

he thudded back into the mattress, hands shielding his eyes from the burn of daylight. he felt like shit, that was undeniable. when he’d fallen asleep, naked and with you nestled into his side, he couldn’t wait to wake up, perhaps arrogantly thinking that you’d be waking up with him. what was that saying, again?

hope breeds eternal misery.

his brain was wracked with the image of you and him, champagne flowing right before he’d taken you again, bent over the desk. and then again in the shower, a harmless attempt to clean yourselves up ending up with you on your knees before your cheek was pressed against the shower screen.

lando tried to fathom why you’d leave after the night you’d shared. there was something about it, something more intimate in the desperation you’d shared, that left him senseless as to why you were gone before the sun was in the sky.

just like he usually was.

it dawned on him, quite quickly, that the habits he’d made of quick fucks and fast getaways was not good form. it was reckless and casually cruel, and he felt guilt for the first time since his string of one night stands had begun. perspective was a crazy thing.

when he sluggishly made his way out of bed, he felt even worse.

“where’d you get to last night? we lost you after that terrible game of blackjack.” max teased, sipping his coffee.

lando found himself at the breakfast table, head rested on his hand and hoodie pulled tight. he wasn’t in the mood to talk, but max was like a dog with a bone; there was no avoiding this conversation.

“met a girl.” lando mumbled, aimlessly stirring the tea he knew he wasn’t going to drink.

“ah, understood.” max said, grinning knowingly. but then, as if lando’s bad mood finally clicked, he continued. “wait, why are you in a mood then?”

“tired.” lando replied, monotonously. he wasn’t quite sure how to unpack this one.

“bullshit.”

“woke up alone.”

“oh.”

“she was- i don’t know. just thought it would be different, that’s all.” lando couldn’t disguise the deflated tone of his voice.

“don’t tell me you caught feelings from a shag.” max rolled his eyes, chomping away at his toast. lando could barely stomach the sight of food.

“shut up, i’m not saying i fell in love. just liked something about her.”

“well, anything can happen in vegas. you never know, mate. she might find her way back to you.”

lando was getting ready for the netflix cup before he knew it. he’d managed to shake off max, escaping to the darkness of his room, the curtains drawn and the lights off.

he pretended it was the hangover that had him laying face down on his bed.

the last thing he wanted was to go and play corporate circus on the golfing green, but he figured some fresh air wouldn’t hurt. and so, he was in the backseat of a car well on his way to the tournament.

carlos couldn’t distract him, neither could alex or pierre. rickie fowler was much less interesting that he hoped, or maybe he wasn’t and lando just wasn’t interested enough. not even zak’s mclaren printed trousers could cheer him up.

lando was leaning into his golf club, starting mindlessly into the crowd, waiting for this garish event to begin when he caught a glimpse of someone he recognised. in a sea of influencers and obnoxious businessmen, there you were.

there you fucking were, in your knee high boots and a mini skirt, sunglasses perched on your nose, skintight top under an oversized blazer and hair shining under the warm sunlight. he lost his balance, the golf club slipping from underneath him, and the only thing that kept him upright was the burning urge to keep his eyes on you.

just who were you?

lando didn’t need to clarify whether or not you were looking at him, too. no, you made it abundantly clear by the way you winked at him, before pushing your sunglasses back up the bridge of your nose.

you fucking winked.

he took a step in your direction, shaky legs ready to carry him all the way over to you. he only had your first name and he craved your second, your phone number, anything really. he’d just take the small talk, to be completely honest.

but then the klaxon screeched, knocking him out of his trance and he whipped round to discover that they were ready to tee off. lando cursed under his breath, rapidly turning to search for your face but you were nowhere to be seen.

had he imagined you? had he imagined all of it?

every golf ball hit was hit with frustrated vengeance.

the week disappeared in a bittersweet blur.

lando had achieved multiple hangovers and about zero dollars in winnings, but he’d successfully managed to take his mind off of you.

okay, so that was a bare faced lie, but if lando didn’t lie to himself, he wouldn’t be able to lie to anyone else.

he wouldn’t be able to lie to max that he was no longer moping. he wouldn’t be able to lie to the media when they asked him if he was oh so excited about the race. he wouldn’t be able to lie to his team when they asked him if he was still suffering the consequences of his week long hangover.

lando had been rushing around all day, after a solid p4 in qualifying the night before. the entire day had been horrendous, sequins and bright lights being shone in his eyes. all he wanted to do was hide, get in the car and then go to bed.

fate had other plans.

lando was rushing to the front of the grid for the national anthem, certain that whatever display that was about to occur would make him nauseous. he was derailed on his journey, caught by rachel brookes in the pitlane, and then accosted by martin brundle once he’d made his was onto the grid.

“good qualifying yesterday and good luck today!” martin called to lando, turning to wrestle another insufferable celebrity.

as lando was making his getaway, ready to jog through the masses of people to his place at the front, he went barrelling into another body, putting his hands out to steady himself and the poor person that had become his collateral damage. as he regained his balance, he must have looked like a cartoon character, eyes bulging out of his head.

“are you stalking me?” was all he could choke out when his eyes met yours.

what the actual fuck were you doing here?

lando had given up on the possibility of ever seeing you again, and yet, here you were, stood under the bright floodlights on the grid, his office. this was the last place he’d expected you to show up, paddock pass swinging from your neck. again, what the actual fuck were you doing here?

“might as well be, at this point.” you teased. “hopefully you’ll do better today than you did at golf on tuesday.” you smiled coyly up at him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

lando was on quite the time crunch, glancing at the time on the clock at the front of the grid. he had a minute to spare, if he was lucky, but he had to talk to you, before you inevitably disappeared again.

“thought i’d get at least your phone number before you left.”

“from what i hear, you don’t usually stick around long enough for those.” you smirked.

well, his reputation certainly proceeded him. he couldn’t really argue with that.

“maybe i’m trying to change that.” lando attempted to flirt but really, he sounded desperate. you didn’t seem to mind.

“i’ll make you a deal,” you proposed, leaning in just a little bit closer. lando’s breath hitched in his throat. “get on that podium, and i’ll be waiting in your hotel lobby.”

“and if i don’t?” lando’s mouth was dry.

“maybe i’ll see you next year.”

lando watched you walk away, your hips swaying tantalisingly, wondering if the hefty fine he would be bollocked with would be worth it if he didn’t move his ass for the national anthem.

this would be the drive of his fucking life.

lando couldn’t recall a time he’d left a track faster in his life.

media duties were rushed, so was the shower he had before he fled. it was lucky he was already on the strip, so the walk to his hotel was blissfully short.

he entered the lobby with a shit eating grin and a comically large bottle of champagne in hand.

a string of second places had gotten rather frustrating, but this one felt particularly good. a podium was a podium, fair and square, and assuming you’d kept to your end of the bargain, he was in for the best celebration of his life.

sitting pretty at the bar that stretched through the lobby, you were waiting for him, heels swinging from the stool you rested on. denim clung to your hips, a dark corset style top moulding to your curves. he wondered if love at first sight was real; lust at first sight certainly was.

lando’s eyes beckoned to towards him, and you slipped inconspicuously into the elevator together, not wanting to draw too much attention to your rendezvous. it was a futile attempt, frankly, because he had you backed into the mirror before the doors had even fully shut.

kisses on your neck had your eyes fluttering closed, one of his knees slotting comfortably between your thighs. one of his hands was clasped tight around the neck of the neck of the bottle, giving lando the fantastic idea to find your neck with his free one. he held you firmly, forcing you to look at him.

“i’m gonna make you wish you never left.”

hours on the mattress pulling countless orgasms from one another left you both weak, exhausted, a little bit clingy.

lando felt electric. no other person had ever left him so feral, so euphoric.

he’d had you first against the door, pulling your jeans off and pinning you against it, your thighs in his firm grasp as he fucked you into the wooden panel. then, he’d taken you to bed, your knuckles turning white from your brutal grip on the headboard when he’d planted you down on his mouth. two orgasms later, you were face down in the sheets, ass in the air for him while he slammed into you like his life depended on it, pulling you into his chest by your hair when you reached your climaxes.

all that hard work called for a bath, where you both found yourselves now. it had started off quite innocently, sat at opposite ends of the extravagantly large bathtub amongst the bubbles. but then you’d given him those eyes, and then your back was pressed against his chest, your body draped over his. his head was nestled into the crook of your neck, one arm slung over your waist. his other hand brought the bottle of champagne to his lips, the liquid going down smoothly. lando pressed the bottle to your pursed lips too, trading backwards and forwards while your bodies relaxed into the hot water.

lando’s hand on your waist was getting restless, fingers drumming over your abdomen, up, up, up, until he found your breast. he circled your nipple with his finger, not quite touching the bud yet, but he could feel it hardening from his scarce touch. your hips rolled backwards into his, feeling him hardening once again against your lower back. lando cupped your breast, massaging it in his hands before he switched, flitting between your tits.

you slumped somehow even further into him, not a millimetre of space between your bodies. he was winding you up beautifully, heat burning between your legs once more. you didn’t know how you did it, how you could be so ready for each other after the eventful evening you’d already shared.

lando was flicking your nipples between his finger, switching back and fourth until you were moaning quietly. you took charge, the sensitivity building too quickly, and so you rolled over in his arms, clambering into his lap.

the bath water splashed around you, moving in small waves across the tub as you situated yourself on top of him, grinding down on him until he was buried deep within your walls. he found that spot, rolling your hips against his, and then you were rocking up and down on him, nice and slow. he touched parts of you that never had been before, the pace and the angle intensifying every little sensation. your head was thrown back, hands clawing at his shoulders for something to hold onto, just for the feel of him.

lando reached over the edge of the bathtub, blindly searching for the bottle he’d discarded while you’d been switching positions. he felt the green glass grazing his fingertips and brought it back to his lips, eyes trailing over your body in sheer awe.

he couldn’t help himself, taking a sip before tilting it towards you, pouring the golden bubbles over your clavicle, jaw tightening - just like your cunt did at the sensation - as he watched the sticky alcohol drip down over the curve of your bouncing breasts.

you quivered when you felt his tongue lap over your nipple, then the other, dragging over your sodden flesh until he reached the junction between your neck and your shoulder. he bit down, hard, eyes rolling back at the taste in his mouth and the way you clamped down around him, whimpering out between breathless pants.

lando felt you let go, stuttering on his cock and sinking down on top of him, the water - now lukewarm - soothing your tired limbs. he held you close, basking in the intimacy of the moment, his hearing honing in on the dull hum of ecstasy you expelled.

the bath grew colder and colder as you sat there, comfortable silence filling the air along with the quiet rush of water that came with any movements made. when the time came, lando held you up as you got off of him and stepped onto the plush rug, quickly following suit. you were eyeing the shower when he turned to hand you a towel.

“i think i need a shower, as much as i enjoyed the bath.” you spoke, opening the screen and stepping in to adjust the knobs.

lando weighed up his options, agonising over joining you or doing his back in. he couldn’t exactly tell his trainer that his back gave out from too much sex.

“am i invited?” lando asked, stepping in behind you, hands on your waist.

“seems like you’ve already invited yourself.” you teased, looking at him over your shoulder.

“no funny business, you.” lando rested his head on your shoulder.

“from me? you’re just as bad.” you quipped, letting the hot warm stream all over your flushed bodies.

lando stayed as he was for a second, but then you turned your head again, looking at him from the corner of your eye and he needed to kiss you. he couldn’t help but, and so he twisted you round to face him and leaned in. you were more than receptive, fingers raking through his wet curls.

the hot water rained down on you while you stood there, holding each other close. lando couldn’t put his finger on it, why he didn’t want to let you go. he couldn’t even begin to process the idea of having anyone else in his arms like this. it was absurd, really, but he was too caught up in the moment to care.

when you were both clean and dry, you laid down in bed, gazing mindlessly at one another. his eyes followed the lines of your face, the curve of your lips. he learned a lot about you, a formula 1 fan with who ran her own business and took herself on holiday to vegas. the conversation flowed like the champagne had and you were laughing at all his stupid jokes. in turn he grinned like a fool at your quick wit, the sound of your laughter.

“so what are you doing next? back to work?” lando asked, an idea forming in his mind like a tornado.

“nope,” you popped the p. “giving myself some well deserved time off.”

“have you ever been to abu dhabi?” lando asked, lips quirking mischievously.

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midnightorchids · 8 days

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I am kinda curious

What would Jason be like if the coffee Cafe owner!reader built in a small library in her Cafe just for him,like she saw he liked reading and went like 'yup. I am building a small library for him'

This is such a fun idea, but omg please forgive me, I went a little overboard. Once I figured out what to write, I couldn’t stop. I apologize for how long it is. Also, this is completely gender neutral, so anyone can read!

But omg also, I was literally kicking my feet and giggling writing the end lol, Anyways enjoy!

Owning a cafe was a difficult job, there was always much to do— customers to attend to, drinks to make, and maintenance to do. You were always busy, but you loved your job.

You had spent a lot of time curating the perfect atmosphere for your beloved customers. The lighting was warm, with fairy lights and lanterns dangling from the ceiling. There was wooden furniture and two old couches that sat by the glass windows. The tiny space smelled of freshly brewed coffee and sweet bread. The cafe was always inviting.

You had many regulars at the coffee shop, each one with their own story, a different purpose.

For the past six months, twice a week, every Thursday and Saturday morning, a tall man walked in. Jason, you recalled his name from the many times you prepared his drinks. He’d order the same thing every time, a small London fog and a walnut banana bread.

He’d sit at the table nearest to the entrance, his back never towards the door.

Every morning, he’d come in with a new book. You had seen him read Franz Kafka, Oscar Wilde and Jane Austen; he’d read a lot of Austen.

He was a mystery and you wanted to know more.

You found Jason quite handsome. His skin was scattered with scars and you often found yourself staring at the permanent wound near his lips. You wanted to run your fingers along it, to trace it, to kiss it.

His eyes were always kind, a deep shade of green, forest-like you’d think to yourself.

He spoke with kindness. His voice velvety and rich, much like the espresso you’d brew everyday, except his voice was never bitter, almost always doused with honey.

Sometimes you’d catch him looking over at the counter, at you, you’d hoped.

Your coworkers were afraid of him, telling you to stay away, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was like an enticing book, waiting to be read. They’d warn you, “do not engage in too much conversation with the strange man.” But it was as if they were talking to a small child, their words would go in one ear and out the other.

“Strange,” you would never use that word to describe him.

From the small talk you had with him, to his choice in books, to even his taste in tea, you’d never describe him as strange.

Gentle was the word you’d choose.

He was huge, all height and muscle, terrifying to most, however to you, he was everything but that. You saw an angel and you didn’t even know him… yet, you’d tell yourself.

There were days, where you almost gained the courage to ask for his number, maybe ask for small detail, perhaps get a glimpse of his life. But each attempt was futile. Why was it so hard to speak to him for more than five minutes, you’d curse your inability to speak to attractive men.

You were beginning to give up on your dreams of getting to know the beautiful stranger, when he walked in through door.

The conversation began as per usual.

“Morning Jason, what can I grab you today,” you asked politely. He smiled softly in return and you stare at the scar by his lip as he begins to speak.

“Uhh surprise me,” you look at him confused, he’s never done that before and he finds himself smiling harder. “Just kidding, I’ll just the take the usual please,” he says as he places his copy of Jane Eyre on the counter to take out his wallet.

“Brontë, why am I not surprised,” you reply, gazing at the book. You take the cash from his hands and your heart drops. Shades of purple and crimson coat his skin. They’re bruised, again.

“What can I say, I’m a man of taste,” he smirks. You roll your eyes and giggle.

“Now who told you that,” and he shrugs. Then there’s a lull, you don’t know what to say now. It isn’t awkward, but you find yourself starting feeling a little uneasy. God, if you only you could come up with something else to say. You shake your head slightly and begin to warm up his banana bread.

You turn around and wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t walk away to his usual table this time, instead he takes a seat next to the counter. Odd, you thought.

Jason’s gaze doesn’t leave you for a second, he watches you in admiration, you don’t quite catch on.

If you thought Jason was handsome, then he thought you belonged in a museum. You were a work of art in his eyes. The kind of beauty they wrote poetry about. Absolutely stunning.

He wanted to get to know you, speak to you, but he was afraid. If you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, then he may never be able to see you again. The trips to the cafe would no longer be necessary and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

However today, Jason pushes his fears aside, he feels bold. He finds his confidence and he speaks.

“Do you read much,” he asks suddenly. You place his cup of tea and bread in front of him, and nod your head.

“I do, but not what you read,” you reply and he stares into your eyes, curious. “I mostly read magazines, you know Vogue and stuff,” his smile drops a little, he’s trying really hard to not look judgemental. Cute, you think. “Kidding, I read fantasy mostly,” and his face lights up again.

“So like J.K. Rowling,” he questions.

“No, Harry Potter’s good, but I’m not really a fan of her, you know as a person. I’ve been reading a lot Neil Gaiman recently though,” you say.

“Oh fuck, yeah, she’s said some pretty crazy stuff huh,” and you nod again. “Gaiman though, I don’t think I’ve ever read his stuff before, he any good,” he asks and your eyes go wide, you’re excited.

You spend the next hour of his visit speaking to him about books, about the things that you both like.

You only part from the conversation when there was a customer.

You’ve never felt this way before, all the assumptions you made about him were true. He was an angel, a kind and gentle one.

A month goes by and you notice your relationship with Jason change. Now, instead of sitting by the entrance of the cafe, he sits near you, back against the door. A sign of trust, you assumed. He smiled more, he showed his teeth and he laughed, hard. You loved the sound of his laugh. His eyes looked brighter, greener, emerald-like. He still walked in with a new book, but when the conversation began, it was long forgotten.

You watched his bruises heal and you watched new ones appear, you were always curious, but never had the courage to ask. He’d tell you when he was ready.

As time went by, you found yourself wanting to do something for him, you wanted him to know that you cared. You thought that if your words were going to fail you, then maybe your actions would prove otherwise.

Working a closing shift at the cafe on a gloomy Tuesday evening, you find yourself thinking of different gestures you could do.

Ideas came and left, nothing felt good enough. He deserved the best. Trying to busy your mind elsewhere, you begin to sweep the floors and that’s when inspiration hits you.

There, in the coffee shop, lies an empty corner. An odd spot, not necessarily small, but also not large enough either.

A perfect fit for a decently sized bookshelf. A library, for the community, but most importantly for Jason. You smile to yourself, proud at the thought. He’d love this, you knew he would.

The next morning you find yourself drilling holes into the pale walls of the cafe, trying attach the large shelf you lugged down to the shop.

Once everything was fixed into its rightful place, you begin adding the books, by genre and then by the authors’ last names. You add many of Jason’s favourites, multiple copies of Austen. You add children’s books, comics and something for yourself.

The shelf fits right into the ambiance of the cafe, elevating it honestly. The corner looked cosy and you found yourself wanting to sit by one of the couches with a book and a cup of hot chocolate.

You stare at the shelf once more, proud. Now, you just had to wait.

Jason walks into the cafe the next day, he’s late. He arrives near closing time. It’s just you and him in the cafe, most of your staff left for the day and not many people stayed this late. It’s quiet, the only sound coming from the machines on your side of the counter. He’s holding another book in his hand, but he has no intention of reading tonight.

His hair is slicked back, and there’s a small cut on his forehead. He’s dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants. He looks like he’s coming back from a big event or maybe he’s going to one later. Either way, he looks pretty like this, his arms look more defined and you can make out the muscles on his back when he walks around the room, waiting for his drink.

His eyes wander around the cafe before settling on the bookshelf nestled in the odd corner. His eyes soften, he’s never noticed that before, it must be new, he thinks.

“When’d you get this,” he asks, his fingers running along the spines of the books. He’s smiling, there’s so many books.

“Yesterday, it’s for you,” you say, holding your breath. This is it, the moment you’ve been preparing for.

“For me,” he looks over at you as you settle his tea on the counter. You begin walking over to his side, slowly, riddled with nerves.

“Yes, since you’re always here, I thought you’d like having a book shelf here. It’s like a library, you take a book and then you-“ he cuts you off suddenly.

“You made a library for me in your cafe, are you serious,” he’s trying to hold back a smile, you can tell. His scar gets more prominent when he does that. “Why,” he as asks, his voice is soft, it feels like warm milk with honey, comforting.

“You’re gonna make me say it,” you can’t see your face, but it feels hot, you can tell you’re blushing.

“Yeah, say it. Why is there a library in your cafe for me,” he says, enunciating the words “your” and “for me.” He’s smirking now. He knows the answer, he just wants to hear it from you.

The point of the library was to not have to say anything, for your actions to speak for you, but here you are. Ears burning and palms clammy.

“I…,” you trail off, you look around the room, anywhere but his face. He notices and walks closer, his hands gently make their way around your waist.

“Say it,” he exclaims, it’s not forceful, he’s smiling and shades of pink dust his cheeks.

You close your eyes shut, fuck, you’re going to have to say it.

“I really like you jas-,” and with that, his lips find their way to your own. You move in harmony, much like matcha and oat milk. His lips are sweet, he tastes like the banana bread, he decided to eat while pacing around the cafe. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, you pull back and smile. You peck his lips. Once where the scar is and once more on the centre. He grins.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that from you,” he mumbles against your lips, waiting for you to kiss him again.

And you do, you kiss him again and again.

#gn!reader #jason todd #red hood #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd headcanon #red hood headcanon #batfam

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badbtssmut · 2 months

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So what? | Maknae line

When you see the way your bully’s boyfriend looks at you, the perfect plan of getting revenge on your tormentor comes to mind… Having sex with their hot boyfriend.. they’d never see it coming!

Contains: reader stealing her bully’s bf, reader is lowkey crazy cause she’s having sex with them to take revenge on the bullying lol, cheating, kinda tame sex wise, hotel sex Tae, car sex Jungkook, bedroom sex Jimin, sex from behind, riding, missionary

Admin note: Only smut, use your imagination on how the bully would respond after finding out and any other plot details 🤭

Taehyung

Oh, he was good.

So fucking good.

You were at loss for words as you bounced back against his cock, your ass clapping against his thighs, his cock sliding in and out of you at a fast, steady pace, the bed creaking slightly as he thrusted into you.

The TV was blaring in the background, you had no idea what was on, too lost in pleasure as Taehyung was hitting his cock into the right spots, and it was taking every last bit of willpower in you to keep from screaming his name.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Taehyung chuckled at the sight of you desperately fucking his cock for more. You barely managed to whisper out a ‘yes’ before it was drowned into a series of high pitched moans.

His fingers dug into your waist as he brought your hips back harder against his own, and the way he was thrusting into you had you feeling like the air was being punched out of your lungs.

“Yes, yes…” You cried, nails digging into the sheets below you, as you let out a low whine, your hips bucking back against his.

There was an odd sense of satisfaction knowing you were stealing his girlfriend's man away, especially when that woman had made it her goal to make your life a living hell.

But that bitch didn’t even deserve him, and it was clear that he didn't want her. The way his hands moved to grab your tits, squeezing them in his hands, before they moved lower to rub circles around your clit, the way his hips slammed up into you, the grunts that escaped from his mouth, and how he was desperate to stretch you out with every inch of him, made it clear that he enjoyed the way you felt against him.

Taehyung’s hand snaked towards your throat, his fingers wrapping around your throat, as his pace picked up. Taehyung pulled your upperbody against his chest, your back pushed against his bare chest, and a strangled moan escaped your lips, the sensation starting to make you feel light headed.

“I’m close…” Your legs quivered as the tip of his cock repeatedly pressed against your sweet spot. Shit, how was he so great at making you feel this good?

“Yeah? You just can't get enough of this cock, huh? So fucking needy...” His voice was raspy, low, as his fingers tightened around your neck.

He was so damn good, and you felt yourself nearing your climax, with him still pounding into you from behind, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts, and you came, moaning loudly, your orgasm making your body shake, and the sound of your cries were drowned out by the movie that was playing on the TV.

Your hips stuttered, and your vision became hazy as he continued to pound into you, fucking you through your orgasm, and you whimpered at the sensory overload.

Taehyung released his hold around your neck, his fingers loosening, and you dropped your body forward, taking shaky breaths as you laid still for him.

Taehyung let out a string of curses, as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as his own orgasm hit him.

Jungkook

This was so dirty.

Jungkook didn’t want to waste a second longer, and neither did you.

Your skirt was pulled up and your finger hooked into your panties, pulling it to the side, as his cock slid past your wet folds, and your mouth parted as he slid into you with ease, your juices coating his length.

You could see the people walking past the window, but none of them paid any attention to you, and that was what made it even hotter.

Jungkook’s tongue hung over his bottom lip as his eyes fell shut, relishing the way your walls clung around his cock. Your bully’s boyfriend leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, his lips hovering over yours. You let out a sigh of content as he began to rock his hips back and forth, and a moan escaped your lips when he picked up the pace, fucking you at a slow pace.

With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you thought about that bitch, enjoying the fact that you were fucking her boyfriend in public. It was so fucking dirty, but you were so turned on by the risk, and the fact that she couldn’t do anything to stop you, only made the sex that much better.

“Jungkook…” You whispered. “Kiss me.” You asked of him as your fingers brushed through his hair, and his eyes were glossy, filled with lust, as he closed the distance between the two of you, his lips pressing against yours, his kiss needy, hungry, and your tongues danced together as he continued to pump his cock in and out of you.

You tried to spread your legs as far as you could, but your right leg was blocked by the seat. There wasn’t much room, but you were fully able to spread your left leg, allowing him more access to push his cock in deeper.

You broke the kiss, your brows furrowing together, your mouth open, your breathing growing heavy.

Jungkook smirked at the sight of you coming undone, the way your body was so eager to take in his cock, he couldn’t get enough of you. Jungkook’s hands traveled to yours, your fingers intertwined as he slowed down his pace, stroking the length of his shaft in you slowly, making sure you felt every inch.

"Love that?” Jungkook whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, the knot in your stomach tightening, your body started to feel warm, as your pussy clenched around his cock, and you were getting close, and judging by the way his thrusts were starting to grow sloppy, you could tell he was nearing his climax as well.

You couldn’t believe how fucking hot this was, and you knew this wouldn't be the last time you did this. You couldn’t stop, it felt so good.

Then, out of nowhere, your body shuddered, your pussy clenched, and your walls tightened around his cock.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and you let out a moan as the waves of pleasure coursed through your body, your orgasm hitting you.

And he wasn’t far behind.

His fingers tightened around yours, as he pumped his cock into you, his other hand holding onto the side of your face, his thumb running over your cheek, before his lips crashed into yours, and he came, filling you up.

Jimin

You were getting fucked in their bed.

The bed your bully shared with her boyfriend, and there was something oddly satisfying about the whole situation.

“Tired, baby?” Jimin cooed, his fingers rubbing circles onto your thighs. He was lying on his back, and you were sitting on top of him, your pussy swallowing his cock whole, and the room was filled with the sounds of your whines and the slap of skin on skin.

“Mm, yeah…” You admitted, rolling your hips. “Starting to.” Your voice was low and soft, the exhaustion starting to settle in. Your body was starting to feel tired from the relentless bouncing on his cock. His cock was filling you up so nicely, and you couldn’t get enough.

Jimin pulled himself up, and you giggled as he moved you along with him as he moved back onto the bed, resting his back against the wall.

His hands wrapped around your waist, as he started to bounce you up and down his cock, his cock sliding in and out of you, and the way he was pounding into you had your entire body moving up and down.

“Oh! Oh!” The intense pounding caught you by surprise— you didn’t even have to do anything as he bounced you up and down on his cock, and all you could do was moan and whimper, it was as if you turned into a limp ragdoll, unable to move as the pleasure overtook all of your senses.

Jimin chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement, the way your body was so responsive to his cock, the way you were letting out little whines and gasps, and the way your hands clung to his shoulders, told him that you were loving this just as much as he was.

“Cock’s making you all weak, hm? Bet that feels good doesn’t it babygirl?” He asked, his lips trailing over your neck, leaving kisses along the way.

Your eyes were closed, and your brows were furrowed, the stimulation nearly driving you insane, and the sound of his voice snapped you back into reality.

“I can’t, too big, too good…” You rambled, not even sure of what you were saying anymore. You could feel his smile against the crook of your neck, his lips moving over to the shell of your ear.

“Oh yes you can, you’re doing it right now.” He coaxed.

A low, broken moan escaped from your lips, and you couldn’t help the way your hips started to rock against his desperately— needing more of his cock.

You felt dizzy, everything felt so hot, and the way his cock was hitting you deep inside, you couldn’t take it.

You let out a cry, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm washed over you, Jimin groaned as he felt your muscles tighten around his cock, the sensation sending him over the edge, his cock twitching as he filled you up.

The room fell silent, save for the two of you catching your breath. You collapsed against him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, peppering your face into kisses.

#bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #bts smut fanfic #bts x female reader #jungkook x female reader #taehyung x female reader #Jimin x female reader

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hoshigray · 13 days

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hmmmm, chosuki both "marking their territory" after one of reader's friends gets a little too touchy?

Love your work <3333333

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: when i tell you i was grinning once i saw this in my inbox, lol, finally chosuki yessss!! ty for loving my stuff ☆

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Choso + Yuki x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - threesome - oral (m! + f! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - anal (f! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - cowgirl 69 + missionary positions - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - biting/marking - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - pet names (baby, cutie, honey, sweetie, sweet pea) - mild possessive behavior.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

“Damn, Y/n, you’re so lucky to have such eye-catchers fawning over you!”

“Pfffthaha, oh, stop it! You’re drunk; stop swinging around!”

There’s one thing in this world that both Yuki and Choso don’t play about — you.

You are the sweetest and most prized treasure they cherish with their very hands. Being in a poly relationship tends to be a hard thing to manage for Yuki and Choso. The two lovers were never in luck to find the right person who didn’t match their vibe or wanted to change the dynamic they were going for. But with every dark tunnel, there’s a light on the other side. And thanks to the blonde and dark brunette’s stars, you were their saving grace.

God, they adored you very much — the best partner they could ever have. The way you’d wake up to them and give them a kiss with a soft ‘good morning,’ how you make lunch for Choso before he goes on his way to work, or texting sweet messages to Yuki to check how she’s doing or telling her about this new place that opened around the area for all three of you to explore. Blind by your smile and caring charm, Yuki and Choso live in eternal bliss and happiness, knowing you have blessed them with your presence to return home to.

Their love for you is mutual and genuine, authentic in that they wish to spend their days — no, their entire lives! — being with you. They see you as their muse, as theirs. So, it’s predictable that they’d be secretly jealous when they’d have to share their piece of heaven with others.

Especially now when all three of you had been dragged by some of your old college buddies for a night out at the pub. Figuring this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce your friends to your lovers, Yuki and Choso were invited over to enjoy the merits of this occasion. What the two partners hadn’t expected was how close you all were — albeit a little too close for their liking.

You all sat at one big round booth table, Yuki and Choso being separated from you as your friends wanted to have you by them for just the night. Again, it made the two lovers feel uneasy. Even when a girl friend grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with hers enthusiastically, the blonde can’t fight the twitch of her ruby eyes. The friend goes on to say, “Nah, are you kidding? I think those two are the ones who are lucky to have Y/n! They’re such an angel; anyone would feel like they’ve won a million dollars if they got with someone like them.”

Then, a guy who was visibly buzzed joined the praise fest. “You’re so right! I’d do backflips every day if I scored someone so gracious and sweet as Y/n,” the drunk man brings a hand on your shoulder and nestles his cheek to your shoulder. Choso attempts to keep a neutral expression, but caramel eyes carry a tiny hostile aura. “I’d make sure to love on them every single day, kiss their feet when they walk, wash their hair when they ask—“

“Okay, lover boy,” you stop him before your drunken friend digs his foolish grave even further, and it’s hard to hide your giggles. “I think that’s enough Crowne and tequila for one night.”

You and your friends laugh and continue to strike up a conversation to catch up on material. However, you’re so engrossed in the others’ talk that you can’t sense the tension that’s brewing from the other side where your lovers sit. The two survey the scene with silent eyes, with Choso hitting his leg to stop the bounce of his knee and Yuki tapping her fingernails on the table surface.

All they could do was watch you, their treasured partner, share your attention with those who cherish you. Although, internally, they wanted you all to themselves. Yes, it was selfish; however, you can’t blame your lovers for being a little protective of you. Specifically when it seems your friends don’t appear to respect your boundaries when in their company.

So for that, it’s no surprise they instantly pull you into the bedroom once you three return home. Hungry kisses are exchanged between three pairs of lips, lustful hands stripping you of your clothes and throwing you onto the bed, where they meet in seconds to feast upon you.

“Hahhh, fuck…Hmmm, yeah, lick right there, honey.”

“Mmmm…Mmahh!! Choso, your tongue—Ohh! Feels so good…”

The brunette man is lying down on his back with you straddling above him, his face and mouth buried into our folds, licking around your labia and sucking your essence that seeps out from the pleasurable motions. His hands knead the flesh of your inner thighs as you hum along to the touch. Simultaneously, you use your tongue and mouth to give pleasure to Yuki’s slit, the blonde releasing shaky moans as she rides on Choso’s length with her ass.

The tall woman peers down to watch you orally please her. She strokes your head with a pleasant hand and sends praises. “There you go, cutie,” she bites her lip. “Lick it real good.”

Her commands egg you on to keep going, using the motion of her hips to your advantage to predict how far in you can keep lapping her chasm. Your hands crawl to her waist to massage, using the leverage to keep your lips on her at all times. And to your effort, she is sighing happily at the gratification you give her. It has her rock her hips ever harder, taking in Choso’s long shaft with hunger.

The man below you grunts at the motion, stuffing his face more into your cunt to suck harshly. And you can’t help but jolt, muffled squeals vibrating to Yuki’s core — and she relishes the feeling.

“Look at you, baby,” Choso slowly licks your chasm, sending shivers up to your shoulders. “You’re all wet and ready for us, huh? So good for us,” He kisses your clit and places lazy licks, and you fight to lose your balance.

“Hmmm, yeah, so good for us…Although—mmahh,” Yuki throws her head back at Choso’s dick scraping her insides at the right places. “Can’t say you were good when we were…Hohhh..at the pub.” You bat your eyes towards her in confusion, yet your tongue and lips remain busy. “Letting those people touch you in front of us; what were you thinking?”

You remove your mouth from Yuki to explain, her slick connected to your bottom lip. But before you could utter a word, your body jerked to the sharp instance of pain on your inner thigh. Choso had bit you, licking the place his teeth sank in before throwing in another nibble. You shriek, turning to plead to the man to be easy; however, the woman grabs your head and brings it back to where it’s supposed to be. “Don’t forget about me, sweet pea,” she chuckles at your feverish laps on her wet folds. “Give me my attention…”

She moans to your work, satisfying her with the flick of your tongue on her delicate clit. She rocks her hips even faster, prompting Choso to groan and buck his pelvis to her puckered hole, and his mouth remains glued to your chasm. He then sneaks a finger to toy around your asshole, and a sharp gasp erupts from your figure when he inserts the digit inside.

“—Khhaaa, oooohmy fuckin’—Gaaahh!” Flicks to your clitoris tag along with the push of his finger inside your ass, playing with the texture by scraping the walls. And when his tongue goes inside your vagina, you clamp onto him with vigor. Fuck, I’m so close…! “Yukiiii, pleaseee, can I cumm?”

“Aww, why should I let you,” her sweet tone distracted you from the sneaking bit of the man’s teeth on your thigh once more. “Do you deserve to cum? After letting other people touch you like you forgot you had your lovers present?”

“Hahhhnn, I’m sorry; I—shit… didn’t mean to upset you both…Ooof!” Choso switches his finger with his thumb, pushing it to and fro inside your tight entrance. Your eyes screw shut, “Please forgive me, you two are the only ones I love…”

“You swear on that, honey?” A glint shines in her magenta orbs.

You nod hurriedly before placing kisses on Yuki’s thighs and trailing them back to her vagina, “Yessss, I love you both so much, no one knows how to love me as you do…” Your hips sway involuntarily — not a problem for Choso, who sticks to you no matter what. “Mmmm, only you two know my mind and body, and I wouldn’t want it any other way…”

Blonde brows eyebrows screw together; fuck, you knew what to say to make Yuki fall for you all over again. Her cunt clenching on nothing but the love your words carry. Jesus, you were too much. Without a word, she gently withdraws your body from her body so she can lift her body off of Choso. She then flips you over; now you’re the one lying on your back, with the tall woman stationed behind to snake her hands to your breasts.

Choso’s pigtails have long been drawn down for his hair to fall to his nape, and strands of his walnut-colored hair stick to his forehead. Maneuvering to his knees, he examines your anticipated expression, shaky wails coming out your puffy lips as Yuki places soft kisses on your neck. She also places bites wherever her mouth can reach, her hands busy cupping your mounds, groping the mounds, and tweezing your nipples. With how hard she was sucking your skin, you’re sure there’d be hickeys when you wake up in the morning. The man strokes his dick at the sight before him, inching closer to be between your legs.

“Choso…” The way you said his name made him feel warm; the mark across his nose exuded streaks of his blood that threatened to fall. His ears and shoulders get pinker, and your breath hitches when he slaps the tip onto your saliva-coated slit.

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” He says it low to your ear, and you chew on your lip when he licks your lobe. His mouth travels down, leaving harsh sucks on your neck and clavicle along with Yuki. Two mouths on your body have you whimpering like a fool, so sensitive to their touch that you could wither away. “Hmm? Who loves you most, sweetie?” He comes down to your chest that’s occupied by Yuki’s worshipping hands, popping a nipple into his mouth to suck with care.

“Hahhh, you, Choso, my darling…” you sigh into the sense of his mouth licking diligently around your bud. Your face turns in Yuki’s direction, smiling at the golden-haired woman before claiming her lips. “And Yuki, my love…”

The two of you kiss slowly yet maintain the same passion you have for each other, noses brushing against each other and tongues swirling before smacking lips together. The brunette lifts his head from your chest, straightening his posture to insert his cockhead inside your vagina. You mewl into Yuki at the insertion, and it doesn’t stop as the woman slithers a hand to your clit to swipe. You break the kiss in a huff, making the blonde snicker.

“Mmmph…Jesus Christ,” Choso trembles at the warm snug of your cunt as it accepts his length, pushing in for every inch of him to be swallowed in. When his base meets your southern lips, you hiss at how full you feel from his size. “You know how much we love you, right, baby?”

You nod to him, Yuki placing another hickey-worth kiss on your shoulder. “Your love makes me full, honey…Ohooo…!”

“And don’t forget that…” Choso snaps his hips, drilling his long dick into you and making precise hits to the walls of your chasm. You squeak beneath him, the tip of his cock poking your sweet spots with ease, and you’re gripping the sheets to keep you steady along with Yuki’s hold on you.

The blonde woman flickers her ruby eyes to Choso and beams, “You know you’re hot as hell when you’re all possessive, right?”

“Shut up,” he shushes her with a kiss, humming to her lips that reciprocate his feelings as lovers. The only noise that fills the room is your whines and wails from the hands fondling your body and the shaft plunging so far inside you that you can’t contain the ecstatic screams originating from your inner being. Good God, this felt so fucking good; being wanted and loved by these two is a sensation incomparable to anything. You want to drown in it, be immersed within it, have your senses be robbed of their very being until you fall deep into sleep in their embrace. This feels so worth it, so satisfying…

…Until you look at yourself in the mirror and find so many fucking hickeys all over your body, all the way from your neck to the grave of your thighs. This was not a sight to see after waking up, especially on the morning your friends from last night invited you over for brunch.

Needless to say, you pulled your lovers aside and gave them an earful. The two nodded to your words, saying “Sorry…” throughout your rant as you tried to find an adequate outfit to conceal their markings, feeling a little bad that they got carried away with you last night.

All is good, in any case. Because now they know that you are theirs both in mind and body.

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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arachine · 1 year

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૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ... i'd follow you anywhere .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡ pairing :: neteyam sully x avatar! reader

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ synopsis :: in which reader uses her new avatar body to finally show neteyam just how much she loves him… + based off of this thirst!

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language), minimal angst (?), lots of fluff and banter lol

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters aged up to 20, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, dacryphilia (v tame), corruption

ᥫ᭡ word count :: 2.5k

ᥫ᭡ note :: guys this is what happens when i ask for thirsts!!! i get carried away and never know when to stop ;(( anyway, here, have this while i work on my annual dick analysis for jake & quaritch.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Shh, you’ll see, kitty boy,” you giggled, tightening your grip on his wrist.

Neteyam shakes his head, tongue in cheek. He could never say no to you—not that he wanted to…he always wanted to play with you. He’d follow you into the depths of hell, or whatever the na’vi equivalent of hell was. Yeah, he’d follow you there, he thinks—definitely.

The boy relinquishes all of his motor skills to you, allowing you to drag his body further into the forest. He mirrors all of your agile movements, jumping when you jump, running when you run—and then you come to a halt, turning around quickly to face him. You’re so close—too close, the sudden proximity disrupting his equilibrium.

“Don’t go falling for me now,” you grab his forearm before he can fall, pulling him back up with a wink. He scoffs at this, mumbling something sly under his breath. You were always so quick-witted, with quick reflexes to match, too. To anyone else, this would be annoying, but to him, they were your most admirable traits. It’s what made him fall for you.

“Ha, ha, can you tell me what we are doing all the way out here now?” he raises his hands, gesturing to the clearing that you were now standing in. You smile wildly, pursing your lips together in avoidance. The boy reaches behind you to pull your tail, tickling your sides until you surrender.

“Okay, okay, just s-stop it already,” you belt out, “I wanna show you somethin’…gotta be nice to get it, though.” He retracts his hands, letting them fall slowly to his sides. Just what were you planning?

Grabbing his hand this time, you usher him to follow you with a tilt of your head. You lead him to a tree surrounded by shrubbery, a spot that, up until now, only you were privy to its whereabouts. The perfect place for privacy.

Letting go of his hand, you push him down to sit on the forest floor, with his back resting against the bark of the tree and you nestled between his legs. His pulse quickens. What was so important that you needed to drag him so deep into the forest? In such a secluded place, nonetheless.

“I’ve been wanting to try this with you for a while,” you start, voice so low, just barely above a whisper. His eyes squint in confusion, but he remains silent—listening, as to not scare you from continuing.

“You know, growing up in a shack with grown men…you hear a lot of things,” a silence, “things only men talk about.” Your eyes flitter to his, unmoving.

“like, the things they missed doing on Earth, the girls they miss fucking—and what they’d do to have a woman’s lips wrapped their cocks…” The last bit comes out more hushed, gently kissing the shell of his ears. His tail reacts to you before he can, swishing in jagged movements, exposing his excitement.

“Has anyone ever kissed you down there?” your eyes flit to his groin.

He shakes his head eagerly, “No, I have n-never heard of this…nobody has ever…”

“Can I?” you tilt your head, flashing him your best doe-eyes. It was fun teasing him, a feeling that you’d never grow tired of. From first glance, to first introduction, you’d been bound at the hip since you could talk. Everything he did, you did, and vice versa. If you were feeling sick one day and couldn’t play, then shit, he was too. If you wanted to jump off a cliff one day, he’s jumping with you!

His loyalty to you was unyielding, grounding. And as the years passed, and the two of you transitioned from bright-eyed little kids to gangly, awkward teens on the cusp of adulthood, you started to realize something. That you wanted to be all of his firsts.

Determinedly, you set out to do just that. On his thirteenth birthday, you kissed his cheek. A scintilla of your love, stained onto the expanse of his face that served as a mental reminder that this boy was yours—promised to you, and only you.

Then, three more years passed. The boy with the rounded cheeks and toothy smile, had begun to change. It started out slow, though, then the differences became more gradual.

The first to change was his face. What was once round and doughy, had now become slim and sharp. And then it was his physique. No longer was he the awkward child with gangly limbs, and a head too big for his body (as you liked to put it). No, he was much more…different. And each and every one of these changes, a testament to his inevitable journey into adulthood.

On his sixteenth birthday, you kissed him. Once. But in that one kiss, you poured every ounce of love that you’d collected over the years. Every thought, every wish, every yearn, went right into that kiss—another piece of your heart that you carved just for him. For him to have and hold, to keep safe.

And when it was over, you pulled away with a smile, and a dagger of a tongue dipped in poison, ready to deliver heartbreak.

You’re a man now, you uttered. I wanted to give my best friend his first kiss. And that was it, that was all it was ever going to be—because you were human, then. Still a weak, measly, little human who spent all her time living in a false reality, chasing something (someone) that could never really truly be promised to you. Not until you made the change.

So, you waited. And…waited, and waited, and waited until one day you could meet his eye without having to look up, or for him to drop down. You waited until the day when you’d be recognized as his equal.

Today was that day, on his twentieth birthday. And so you ask again.

“Can I kiss you down here?”

He nods. Once, twice, then stutters out an eager yes. Gently you smooth your palm up and over his knee, the skin of his thighs, and then stop beneath the fabric of his loin cloth. Your fingers trace the area teasingly, and you giggle when his hip juts up from the sensation. So sensitive.

Slowly, you remove the cloth from his body, and take him into your hand. He’s semi-hard and leaking pre—and warm. So, so warm. You bring it up to your cheek, rubbing it against the area before turning your head to leave a zephyr-light kiss on his shaft. You kiss it once, then twice, then kiss it again for every year you spent not kissing him.

“What are you doing?” he laughs, “Come on, it tick—hahhh.” A whine vacates from his throat upon you licking a long stripe from the base of his shaft, to the tip of his head. Naturally, his hands find solace atop of your head.

“So dramatic, I didn’t even do anything yet.” This time, you take him into your mouth, forcing him to watch you as more and more of his length disappears into the cavern of your mouth.

Technically, you’d never done this before (save for the few times you practiced on fruit) so it was your first time, just as much as it was his. But he didn’t have to know that. You wanted to appear like you knew what you were doing, or at the very least, like you’d done this before. You try to remember all the things you’ve heard over the years.

1) Girls who used teeth were bad, but girls who flattened their tongues and relaxed their throats were good.

2) Girls who didn’t use spit sucked, but girls who got really messy were good fucks.

3) Girls who didn’t play with balls were lazy, but girls who did knew how to have fun.

So, you use an amalgamation of all of the tips that you garnered. You flatten your tongue, ease your throat so that you can take him farther, until the head of his cock hits your uvula.

“Shhit, mmf,” he breathes, attempting to stifle a moan by digging a hand into the forest soil. Immediately, you grab his hand and place it back onto your head, pulling off of him with a wet pop.

“Keep ‘em here,” your hand fists his length, “want you to use me. Wanna make you feel good, ‘kay?” His dick twitches in your hold, because fuck, the sight before him is almost too much for him to handle.

You, before him on your knees, with your dainty hand wrapped around him, and your face wet with drool. And you want him to what? Use you? To make him feel…good? God, if he didn’t know any better, he’d think this was Eywa playing tricks on his mind. Giving him a taste of euphoria before yanking him back to reality.

He has half a mind to pinch himself, and half mind to poke you, because there’s just no way this is real. Bullshit. But then you’re sinking back down onto him, and swirling your tongue around his head, and using your hands to massage his balls, and—

“Fuck,” his hands reflexively push you down onto his length. His body shivers when the tip of your nose makes contact with his pelvis. You’re so warm, and wet, so inviting, he can’t seem to let go. He keeps you there until you physically can’t fathom it, and pull off of him in search of air.

“That felt…nice,” he says bashfully, “can you do that again?” You nod eagerly, accumulating a generous amount of spit in your mouth to use as a salve, lathering it up and down the length of him before he guides you back to his awaiting cock.

He watches intently as your lips stretch to accommodate him again. Now his hands, which are tangled in your tresses, are moving more confidently. They push and pull you, maneuvering your head gently and at a steady pace, then gradually, they increase their speed.

Neteyam does this a few times and then allows you to take the reins. When you’re ready, you take a deep inhale through your nose, and push yourself down until you feel the weight of him hit the back of your throat. The first time was a bit easier, mostly because your jaw wasn’t as fatigued as it was now, but you persevere anyway.

Inhale, exhale. A mantra that you have to repeat to yourself to distract you from the urge to gag. You try your best to keep your jaw relaxed and your throat open by digging your nails into the fat of his thighs.

When you look up at him, there’s an elated expression molded onto his face. His head is thrown back against the tree, hair strewn about with tendrils sticking to his forehead, and his eyes are shut closed.

He looks…so beautiful. That’s when you feel a tear ribbon down your face and onto his thigh. You’re unsure if it’s because of the air steadily leaving your brain, or if it’s because of how pretty he looks right now—all sweaty, slick with your drool.

You settle on the former. It had to be the air. Eventually, your lungs give out and you have to take a breather. The sudden loss of warmth forces his eyes open, and then they fall on your face. Your eyes. Doe-eyed and clouded. Cheeks stained with tears.

“Pretty.” Is all he says, bringing up a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You work him the rest of the way with the iota of energy you have left, concentrating on the head of his cock while your hand fists him to climax.

His abs begin to tremble and flex when you switch between hollowing your cheeks and massaging his balls. A visual indication that he was close to coming.

“Waitwaitwait, it feels like,” he’s panicked, trying to push you away. You dodge his attempts to remove you and continue your assault, only this time, you gently apply pressure to his perineum. Unceremoniously, he pushes your head down to the hilt and you moan around him from the force.

The vibrations from your throat makes his head feel all fuzzy. He’s so close, on the precipice of euphoria. And your hands—that are still situated on his thighs—rub the expanse of them reassuringly, coaxing him to finish right on your tongue.

With a final lazy piston, he comes into your mouth, and the warm, salty seed that you’d been anticipating leaks down the column on your throat. Moans tumble from his lips, along with hushed expletives, and he’s shaking. The cords of muscle beneath your palm tense and flex before regressing to their natural, relaxed state.

You remove your mouth promptly and rise to your haunches, making sure that his eyes are locked onto yours as you stick out your tongue to show him his seed.

“No, do not swallow that, I didn’t mea—“ Disobeying his wishes, you do it anyway. Swallowing it all all down and making it a point that you did so by sticking your tongue out again. His tail flicks in response, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Why did you do that? It’s dirty,” he caresses your cheek, wiping away the leftover spent from your mouth.

“‘Cause I wanted to…” You counter. “And it’s not dirty, you tasted good.”

Neteyam rolls his eyes at this, like him tasting good is too hard for him to believe.

“Don’t believe me? Here, try it.” And then you give him the gift that you had gifted to him all those years ago. A kiss. It’s equal parts sweet and needy, different from the first time it happened, but that’s because it was supposed to be. You wanted him to know exactly what you meant. No more waiting. No more pining.

When you draw back, breathless and dizzy, he’s still stuck in a stupor. Lips jutted out and waiting for you to kiss him again. Again, again, again. He opens his eyes, and sees you staring back at him.

“See, I told yo—“ He takes a fist full of your hair and connects his lips to yours. This is him returning the gift. Letting you know that he got the message, loud and clear, and that it was reciprocated. Every ounce of love that flows through his heart is poured into your own; he hopes you can feel it.

“I told you not to fall for me,” you whisper, looking up at him with an avian flutter of your lashes. Neteyam’s hands find solace on the sides of your cheeks, and then he speaks.

“I think I fell for you a long time ago.” Warmth washes over you, his sweet words and strong hands overriding all of your cognitive functions. Specifically, the one in charge of keeping you calm and collected.

“Good, ‘cause I think you’re gonna fall for me a lot harder when you see what I have planned for you later.”

“What’s later?”

“Shh, what fun would it be if I told the birthday boy the surprise?” You grin cheekily, unaware of the way your tail swishes from side to side as you say it. Neteyam knows you’re up to no good, but he doesn’t care. He’d follow you anywhere, after all.

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moremaybank · 5 months

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AIN’T A LONELY CHRISTMAS SONG — j.m

pairing: dad!jj maybank x mom!reader warnings: sexual innuendos (sort of), jj being a tad mistletoe obsessed, your daughters get into a tiny disagreement, mentions of pregnancy, i think that's it author's note: so i was trying to stay away from using names, but it was getting repetitive saying your older daughter and your younger daughter over and over so i gave them names. hopefully you find them cute LOL. also, this isn't technically part of my holiday event, but i wanted to write this to sort of kick things off ♡︎ naughty or nice ! ౨ৎ

“C’mon, pretty girl. It’s getting hard holdin’ on like this. You sure it’s not too big?”

“We just need to finesse it a bit. Nudge it a little to the left ‘n then we can slide it in.”

Beads of sweat started to form on JJ's forehead. His muscles were starting to cramp and he had to hold his breath to make sure he didn’t physically combust. “Okay, baby. How ‘bout now? ‘M I good?”

“Yeah. Okay. You’re good.”

With a collective heave, JJ pushed while you pulled, but the oversized tree seemed determined to resist. Then, after numerous strategic twists and turns, you managed to get the tree inside of your shared home. Needles of pine littered across your wooden floors like confetti.

JJ chuckled as he looked at the slightly dishevelled tree. “Well, you said you wanted the entryway to look memorable, right?”

You sent a glare his way. “Not what I meant, J.”

Soon, you heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet against your stairs, followed by two adorably shocked gasps. Your older daughter Avery sprinted down the steps, her little sister Elle hot on her trail as they rushed over to the two of you.

“Woah! Big tree!”

“Big tree,” Elle echoed in agreement. JJ crouched down, scooping her into his brawny arms and lifting her so she could get a better look. She reached out, her small fingers brushing against one of the branches and she retreated with a curious and excited squeal.

“Yeah, I think Mama went a little overboard. You agree?”

Avery clung to your side, her arms circling your hips as her chubby cheek smushed against your thigh. Big blue eyes gleam as they stare up into yours. “I think it’s perfect.”

You broke out into a smile, smoothing out some of the frizz on the top of her head. “Me too. Daddy just doesn’t see our vision.”

JJ rolled his eyes at that.

—

Soon enough, Christmas music swirled through the air, and the sweet fragrance of your festive candle made your home smell like its own winter wonderland.

JJ used his manpower to retrieve all of your decorations from your basement, earning a sweet but fleeting kiss from you before you lugged it all over to the tree.

Boxes upon boxes of ornaments and other decor littered around the room, messily so as your girls dove in with eagerness. Their decorating skills were definitely…questionable, but neither of you could deny how adorable they looked as they overflowed the tree with everything they could find.

JJ instantly recognized that caliber of enthusiasm, knowing that his gorgeous girls had no doubt inherited it from their mom. The woman of his dreams had passed on everything he loved about her to their children, and it warmed his heart.

“Look at this, babe,” you said, peering at your husband over your shoulder.

JJ abandoned his place on the couch, crouching down beside you to get a look at what you were showing him. It was an ornament, a very worn one. Inside laid a picture of the two of you, huddling together with bright, toothy grins and Santa hats on your heads. You couldn’t have been more than twelve years old at the time. Your parents had invited JJ to stay over for Christmas, knowing full well that Luke wouldn’t try to give him much of a memorable day. They’d gone over the top, getting double the amount of presents and matching pyjama sets for the both of you. You’d crafted gingerbread houses (in which JJ had tried to make a competition out of it and lost severely), drank copious amounts of hot chocolate, and watched Christmas movies until you slumped together on the couch in deep slumber.

JJ smiled fondly. Those times were so precious to him, then and now. He’d just started to recognize that he was nursing a crush on you, and being with you at your favourite time of the year only made him fall for you more. Sure, he was just a kid in middle school. But that didn’t mean he was too young to realize how much adoration he held for you in his heart.

“You were so cute,” you gushed, turning your face to him so you could kiss his cheek. “Baby JJ.”

He arched a brow. “You sayin’ I’m not cute anymore?”

A laugh bubbled from your throat. “Of course not. But look at those cheeks. So squishy.” You pinched one of his cheeks, maybe a tad too hard, and he shoved your hand away, massaging the soreness away.

“Ouch, baby.”

You leaned in to plant another kiss on the apple of his cheek but were interrupted when a sudden and spirited fight broke out between your daughters. Both of your heads snapped toward them, your shared bubble of love now popped.

“I want the star!” Elle insisted, clutching onto the golden tree topper with all her little might.

“No fair! You did it last time!” Avery’s arms crossed over her chest and she stomped as her tantrum began to surface.

JJ, sensing the inevitable meltdown about to ensue, intervened with his signature, charming grin. The one that had convinced you to marry him and had managed to give you two beautiful children. “Alright, ‘lil ladies. There’s no need to fight. You can both do it together, yeah? Can you do that?”

JJ’s hands reached out, tickling each of their sides and watching their twin frowns dissolve into smiles. Giggles filled the air and warmth bloomed in your chest instantly.

“Okay, Daddy,” Elle spoke, giving in to her favourite person in the world. Her eyes drifted onto her sister. “‘M sorry, Avey.”

“That’s real nice of you, Ellie,” JJ praised, kissing her temple. Then his gaze moved onto her sister. “How ‘bout you, Aves?”

Your eldest nodded, now looking bashful. Avery, ever the sweetest (despite her occasional outbursts), caved in the moment her little sister’s nickname for her hit her ears. “I’m sorry too. We can be a team.”

Your smile grew larger, making your face sore.

You and JJ had been through it all together. From friends to lovers, and everything in between. He’d plucked his heart out of his chest and handed it to you on a silver platter without thinking twice about it. The power of his love was almost surreal. But the most magical thing you got to witness while being with him was watching him transform into an amazing father. Sure, he was a goofball who was constantly bouncing off the walls with all that energy pumping through his veins twenty-four-seven, but when it came to your little girls, he was a natural. Hell, your theory was proven to be right yet again when he handled that impending tantrum with just the flash of his smile.

“What are you lookin’ at, goof?”

JJ’s voice broke you out of your daze. He was standing now, each of your girls propped up on both of his hips as he carried them. Avery and Elle eyed you curiously while their hands both held the golden star.

You gave him a shrug, walking over to them. Your arms wrapped around all three of them as best as you could manage. “You’re all just so lovely.”

JJ burned to kiss you. He almost did. But when Elle whined about how her arm was getting tired from holding the tree topper up, he was returned to reality.

The kiss can wait, he thought.

“Alright, my little star commanders. Let’s do this thing.”

He carefully stepped up onto the stool sitting in front of the large tree, and with a team effort, Avery and Elle strategically placed the star at the very top. They clapped and cheered together, high-fiving in victory once JJ stepped down and back to let them admire their work.

“Nice work, babies. You killed it.”

—

You passed through the living room and into the kitchen, taking note of the mistletoe that your husband had sneakily hung in the doorway. You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you headed over to the cupboard to grab some mugs and the hot chocolate mix. As you waited for the milk to warm up, your eyes landed on the alternate entrance into the kitchen. More mistletoe dangled from the doorframe. You knew without a doubt that you’d find it in every entryway that adorned your home.

You made all four cups, completing them with dollops of whipped cream and chocolate shavings. You placed them on your wooden tray, but before you could pick it up and bring it to your family, strong arms wrapped around your frame. The owner’s chin dropped onto your shoulder after leaving a kiss there.

“Hi, Mama,” he rasped. You could hear the mischievous grin in his tone. “These look amazing.”

“I figured we deserved something sweet for all our hard work,” you responded. You turned around in his hold, your hands running up the lengths of his arms and coming to a stop on his shoulders. “Nice job with the mistletoe, by the way.”

He shrugged casually, but his smirk only grew wider. “Can’t be out here wasting any opportunities. Y’know I can’t live without your kisses.”

“Mhm.”

“Hey. ‘M serious. Gotta be prepared.” JJ pulled something from his pocket, and his arm raised over your heads. “See? Prepared.”

You laughed softly, leaning up to peck his lips. “You don’t need to carry that around. I’ll kiss you any time you want.”

“That a promise?”

“The biggest promise, Maybank. Those lips are mine.” You granted him another kiss, this one languid and loving. “Now let’s go check up on our troublemakers. It’s way too quiet in there.”

—

The four of you settled in on your couch, the fireplace glowing and providing a coziness to the room. You all found refuge under one of your thick, fluffy blankets, with both girls plopped in yours and JJ's laps. The soft, golden cast of the lights on your tree illuminated the room enchantingly.

Avery nestled against JJ, her head resting comfortably on his chest, while Elle found a cozy spot in your hold. The familiar tune of Where Are You, Christmas filled the room, Cindy Lou Who’s sweet voice carrying out the lullaby that seemed to put everyone at ease.

As the plot unfolded, the Grinch was giving a dramatic monologue at the annual Whobilation festival in Whoville. Even with all the chaos ensuing as the he burned the town tree and destroyed the celebration, Avery’s eyes drooped, and Elle’s rhythmic breathing told you that she was already fast asleep. You shifted her into a more comfortable position gently and looked over at JJ. His eyes were fixated on the sleeping girls, a soft smile playing on his rosy lips.

“I’ve dreamt of nights like this.” His voice carried in a whisper, careful not to wake the kids up.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, his expression clear with contentment. “Yeah. When I was younger, I’d just sit ‘n imagine what it’d be like to have a home, a family…all of this. Luke never gave me any of that.”

His arms tightened around Avery, who curled into his chest further in her sleep. “Never thought I’d have this, y’know? Never thought I’d get to call you my wife — I still can’t believe I get to call you that, by the way. Or have a real home, a real family. I love you guys more than I ever thought I could.”

“We love you. The girls are crazy about you, ‘n so am I. We’re so lucky to have you, baby.” You extended your arm toward him, placing your hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting squeeze.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m lucky. You made this real for me. I never thought I deserved any of this, but you never stopped trying to convince me that I could have it all. This is all ‘cause of you, pretty girl.”

“It was a team effort,” you assured him. “The house, the girls. Our life. This was both of us.”

“When you talk like that, it makes me wanna give you another baby.”

You bit your lip through an uneasy smile. “I don’t think it’s gonna take that much work…”

His blonde brows pulled together in confusion. “Huh?”

“I’m pregnant.”

JJ’s eyes widened once the words sank in, showcasing a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy. His smile was so bright that it gave your decorated tree some tough competition.

“Really?” He whispered, breathless.

You nodded, your smile mirroring his. He’d always had that effect on you, always had such contagious enthusiasm. “Yeah. Looks like we’re getting our dream again.”

With a lack of better judgment, JJ let out a whoop of excitement that echoed throughout the room. He had temporarily forgotten about the peaceful slumber that had taken over your girls. “Fuck yeah!”

You giggled softly, placing a finger on your lips and shushing him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake them.”

He half-ignored your words, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled against your lips. “‘M just excited.”

“It’s okay, babe. I’m happy you’re happy.”

Your head tilted, resting on his shoulder. You settled further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the joyful news you’d just shared. JJ swore to himself that he didn’t think he could get any luckier, but in a matter of mere moments, he learned that he was wrong. Your family was expanding, and there was more love to be shared. Love he didn’t even know he had in him. Each time you have a child, it grows more and more, yet it still shocks him every time it appears on his doorstep.

JJ’s head rested against yours after he kissed your hair. If this was how he’d live out the rest of his days — surrounded by the beautiful family you two had created together, he’d never want for anything else. His dream came true, now four times over.

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pasukiyo · 1 year

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Hey, ignore if u arent still doing requests but I've had this storyline in my head for ages and I think ur a perfect writer for tom. Basically, the reader is a muggleborn but she attends Hogwarts and it's like half term where they are all home for a break. Shes either avery or lestranges adopted sibling and it's kinda been kept a secret from tom because.. well yknow shes a muggleborn lol(he knows about her now because her adoptive brother had to explain before bringing Tom over) anyways so hes at every or lestranges house for some reason (you make it up) and shes in her room, her adoptive brother needs something so he asks tom to get it from her desk in her room and they preferably have 🌶 time. Sorry if it sounds stupid but I've been thinking about this for ages!!😭

𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!reader 8,104 words warnings: smut. sort of angst. also lots of prejudice against muggle-borns. read part two here. notes: reader is hufflepuff and muggle-born in this one. summary: every year, the lestranges will hold a christmas party for only the oldest of pure-blood wizarding families. every year you are locked in your room while the party rages downstairs, but everything will change when tom riddle is invited to this year’s party. everything…

The Lestrange name definitely held some irony, considering how strange the family truly was. The Mother sent an owl at lunch, the rolled parchment dropping onto the plate in front of Tiernan Lestrange. On either side of him sat Clarence Avery and Liam Mulciber, who gazed down at the rolled parchment sealed with the Lestrange family crest with sparkling irises.

“Is it for the party, Lestrange?” Avery asked as Lestrange took another bite of his sandwich, dusting his hands off before finally taking a hold of the parchment, untying the ribbon keeping it closed. “More than likely,” he replied as the parchment unraveled, his mother’s handwriting gazing back up at him in inky black cursive letters.

‘To my dearest son,

Tell your friends they’re more than welcome to join us on Christmas Eve for the party. Invite that Head Boy you were writing to me about too. I am most interested to meet him, since you speak so highly of him. Remind the Girl that she is to not speak of the party, I simply cannot have any more of her kind in the house. I will see you at King’s Cross Station, my darling.

With all my love, your mother.’

Of course, the Girl referred to the Hufflepuff sitting all the way across the Great Hall at her own House’s table, her head down as she ate, so as to not catch the attention of her brother or any of his friends. She didn’t choose this family— and if it were her choice, she’d be far away from them— and neither did they.

It was the fault of whomever it was who dropped her onto the Lestranges’ doorstep in the wee hours of the morning when she was only an infant. The Mother had given birth to her son only a few months before, and found the crying baby on her doorstep to be quite a burden.

She asked herself why the Mother and the Father even bothered keeping her, for even before they learned of her blood status, they hated her. Perhaps it was to uphold their reputation— taking in a child who wasn’t theirs? It was the perfect foundation for the story of a kind-hearted pure-blood family— how could the Lestranges let that opportunity go?

Of course, behind closed doors, she was treated less than a family member, some would argue far less than a house elf. She may as well have been a house elf if you ask her. She was treated like how they believed anyone of her kind should be treated— a mudblood deserved to be treated like the rubbish they are, they’d say.

Up until she got her Hogwarts letter, she believed them. She believed she deserved to be treated this way, that she deserved to be put through the torture that came with living with the Lestranges. She believed she had filthy blood, demon blood.

But all of that changed the second she first stepped foot into Hogwarts. Of course, the Lestranges were at first very against letting her attend Hogwarts— mudbloods shouldn’t be taught magic, they’d say— but even they could only take so many letters flying through the fireplace or popping up in the stew before they gave in. Of course, she wasn’t allowed to tell anyone of her blood status— “you are not to tell anyone of your filthy blood status,” the Father had told her with an accusatory finger in her face. “As far as anyone is concerned, you are pure-blood. So I expect you to act like it.”

Her school robes and supplies were not as grand as Tiernan’s, and she wasn’t allowed an owl or a cat or a toad. But she told herself that she would make do with what she had, and she felt at least a little bit grateful that the Lestranges didn’t give her tattered secondhand, even third-hand clothes, even if she knew it was all for the act.

When the Lestranges found out she had been sorted into Hufflepuff however, oh, it gave them all the more reason to ridicule and torture her back at home. “Of course the mudblood is in the weakest House,” the Mother would mutter beneath her breath as she and her husband read the letter their son had written. “We were fools to think that old ratty hat would sort her into Slytherin.”

Tiernan and his friends— they made certain that her life at Hogwarts was just as bad as her life at home. Of course, Tiernan was the only one who knew the truth about her blood, Avery, Mulciber, and the others just tagged along because they found it funny. They loved calling her names, making her trip in the hallways, pulling pranks such as jinxing her school books so that they may not open no matter how hard she tried.

And still, she didn’t dare stand her ground, for she knew all too well that the Mother and the Father would catch wind of it, and make certain that she’d be on the first train back to King’s Cross Station. So instead, she dealt with Tiernan and his friends, just like she learned to deal with everything else.

But Tom… Tom Riddle was different.

Tiernan Lestrange and his friends worshiped the ground Tom Riddle walked on, and it was no secret. She remembered when she first saw Tom, all the way back in the Sorting Ceremony in her first year at Hogwarts. She remembered hearing his name ‘Riddle, Tom’ being called and she remembered watching as he approached the platform, settling himself down onto the stool.

She remembered the way their eyes met and she swore her knees turned into jelly when she gazed into those dark ravines he had for irises. And she remembered when the Sorting Hat exclaimed “Slytherin!” hardly before it had even touched a hair on his head.

And she remembered how disappointed she felt when she was called up to be sorted, the Sorting Hat put her into Hufflepuff. She wanted to be a Slytherin— she wanted to be wherever Tom Riddle was.

In all her time at Hogwarts, she’d never even spoken a word to Tom Riddle. They’d pass each other in the halls, but thanks to her brother, she’d never been given the chance to even tell him hello. And Tiernan made it clear that she never would.

So life went on, and she got older. She hoped that over time, she’d forget about Tom. But it was hard when he was made prefect, and when he was given the Special Award for Services to the School, and when he was made Head Boy at the beginning of their seventh and final year.

She remembered her fifth year during all the attacks on muggle-borns vividly as if it were only yesterday. She remembered how frightened she was when she realized it was muggle-borns whatever it was was attacking. She remembered the panic she felt when Hogwarts was on the brink of being closed— she couldn’t have that! She belonged at Hogwarts, not out there with the Lestranges where she was treated like vermin.

At least here, she could pretend to be someone she was not.

Of course Tiernan was no help, always taunting her and teasing her that she’d be next. She remembered when she heard that it was Rubeus Hagrid who had freed the muggle-born killing beast, how although she felt that it could not be Hagrid, she felt a sense of relief when he was expelled, when all the attacks had stopped.

And of course it was Tom Riddle who caught him. And of course it just made her admire him more and more.

But she would keep her distance. She’d admire him from afar. She couldn’t begin to imagine the torment Tiernan would put her through if he found out she liked Tom Riddle.

“Yes! Looks like we’re invited, Mulciber,” Avery exclaimed, pumping his fist. Tiernan rolled his eyes at his friends, “you’re invited every year,” he replied, just as Tom entered the Great Hall, and they fell into silence as he approached.

She could see Tom over the tops of the heads of the Hufflepuffs in front of her, and she slowly sat up to get a better look. That was when Tom blinked up and she swore their eyes met, just for a moment, before he settled down into his seat, disappearing behind the heads of the other Hogwarts students. She felt herself flush as she hunched over her plate again, a small smile creeping onto her face.

“My Lord,” Tiernan Lestrange nodded as Tom settled himself between him and Liam Mulciber. Tom nodded in acknowledgement as he placed a few pieces of chicken onto his plate, and Tiernan’s gaze flickered from him to the rolled parchment in his lap. “My mother sent an owl,” he said, and Tom hummed in reply, nodding. Still, he said nothing.

Tiernan shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, and Tom, with his eyes slightly narrower than before, peered up at him, waiting for him to say whatever it was he wanted to say. Tiernan turned pink beneath Tom’s stare, and he presented the letter to him, Tom’s dark eyes flicking down to the inky black words on the scroll.

“My family, we… we hold a Christmas party every year,” he said, and when Tom glanced back up at him, he flushed again. “And you would’ve been invited! But it’s only for the oldest pure-blood families, and, well…” Tiernan trailed off when he saw the shadow looming over Tom’s already dark gaze, and Mulciber and Avery shifted in their seats uncomfortably.

Tiernan cleared his throat again, “but I’ve been speaking very highly of you to my mother. She wants you to come,” he said, his lips curving into a smile. Tom pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he stared back up at Lestrange, handing back the parchment. “Yes, I know. I can read, Tiernan,” Tom said sternly, and Tiernan clawed at his knees to prevent himself from trembling.

“Yes… well…” Lestrange said shakily as he rolled back up the parchment, slipping it inside one of his pockets. “…I’d really love it if you come. We’ll all be there— me, Avery, Mulciber, Rosier, Dolohov, Nott— and our families too, so you can meet them all!”

Tom took a bite out of one of the chicken wings on his plate, placing it back down before wringing a napkin between his hands, gesturing towards Lestrange’s robes with his head. “Who is your mother referring to when she speaks of ‘the Girl?’” He asked, and heat crept back into Tiernan’s cheeks until they glowed scarlet. “Oh, you know… my sister…” he muttered, and Tom’s brow furrowed. “Why wouldn’t she refer to her daughter by name?” Tom questioned, turning his body to fully face Tiernan, his interest piqued. “What does she mean by she ‘cannot have any more of her kind in the house?’”

The other boys leaned in to hear what Tiernan would say next, and he knew now that there was no way to get out of this. He’d have to tell the truth not only to his friends, but to his Lord.

“Forgive me, my Lord, for asking this of you,” Tiernan hung his head and muttered lowly towards Tom. “But I must ask that you promise you won’t tell another soul about this. This goes for all of you, too,” he said towards Tom and the rest of their group. Lestrange gazed into each of their eyes and held contact for a moment with each, to make it known that he was serious.

Tom shrugged, “I promise.”

Tiernan inhaled a shaky breath, before finally saying, “she… as you know, is not my sister,” he began. “And she’s not pure-blood, either. She’s a mudblood.”

Mulciber, Avery, and the others all leaned closer and broke into a sea of murmurs, “that sure explains a lot. But a mudblood? In the Lestrange family?” Tom remained silent as he stared at Lestrange, beckoning for him to continue. “Her filthy muggle parents left her on our doorstep after she was born. My mother and father took her in purely out of the goodness of their hearts,” Tiernan sat up and stuck out his chest proudly. “And they kept her, even when they learned where she came from. So you see now why she never comes to the party. Mother always tells guests she’s never home for the party anyways.”

The boys all laughed and ridiculed her while Tom, again, remained silent, staring absentmindedly down at his plate. He wasn’t sure what to think, how to feel. All this time he’d spent watching her, only catching glimpses of her from afar when he felt a gaze on him, watching as she turned away whenever she saw him with Tiernan and the others.

All this time he secretly lusted after her, the outcast of her family, the black sheep of the family. All this time he felt some sort of connection to her, all this time he felt he could relate to her because he, too, felt like an outcast. The outcast of the orphanage he grew up in, the outcast of the Gaunt family, the outcast of his muggle father’s family.

Tom Riddle never belonged anywhere, but he belonged here, at Hogwarts. And he knew she felt the same.

But would things change now that he knew she was muggle-born? Should he feel disgusted with himself now for ever thinking of pursuing her, for ever thinking of taking her in whichever way he pleased? Was it wrong of him to still lust for her, to still think of having his way with her?

Tom was clever but this, this he wasn’t sure of.

“So where has she been hiding during the parties?” Liam Mulciber asked, and Tiernan Lestrange snickered. “Mother and father force her up into her room. Says they’ll punish her accordingly if they hear even the smallest of noises coming from her room,” he replied, the boys erupting into another fit of snickers. Tom was still silent as he stared at his plate— he suddenly didn’t feel like eating.

The next day, she and a group of other Hogwarts students waiting to go home for the holidays gathered at Hogsmeade station, waiting for the arrival of the train. She snuck glances over to where Tiernan and his friends stood together, Tom in the middle of them all. She flushed and turned away when his head began to turn, and she moved to hide herself behind a few of her fellow Hufflepuffs, safe away from Tom Riddle’s view.

The train’s whistle echoed as the train emerged, slowing down to a stop before them. She dared gaze back over to where Tiernan stood with his friends as she waited for the doors to open, and when she did, Tom was no longer looking her way. She let herself stare for a little moment longer before she felt someone tap her shoulder, and blinked at the Hufflepuff girl in front of her with brown skin and shoulder length black hair she recognized as Clara Wingrave.

“Are you coming?” Clara asked, a furrow in her brow. She blinked and nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat back down. “Yes, sorry Clara,” she mumbled as she followed the Hufflepuff girl onto the train, sliding into the seat opposite the one Clara chose. She sighed as she settled herself into the seat just as footsteps thundered through the train, and she hardly had any time to register what was happening before their compartment door slid open, revealing none other than Tiernan Lestrange, Clarence Avery, and Liam Mulciber, Tom and the other three boys nowhere in sight.

Clara narrowed her eyes at their intruders, “hey, go find your own—“

“Shut it,” Mulciber hissed towards her. “No one allowed you to speak.”

Clara’s glare hardened as Tiernan leaned down to block his adopted sister’s view, his lips curving into a cheshire grin. Her hands balled into fists, and she suddenly felt the strongest urge to slam them right into that crooked smile of his.

“Mother sent the owl this afternoon,” Tiernan muttered, and he needn’t elaborate, for she was already used to the rules she was forced to follow every year during the annual Lestrange Christmas party. “Oh yeah? And let me guess… I’m not to speak of the party, I’m not to attend the party, I’m to stay up in my room and if I make even the smallest of noises, I’ll be punished accordingly? Is that all?” She asked quietly, so that the girl across from her could not hear.

Tiernan scowled and grabbed for her throat, much to Clara’s shock as she shrieked, giving her a firm shake. She pressed her lips closed and gazed into Tiernan’s dark umber eyes as they gleamed with mischief. “You dare give me attitude?” He tsked. “You just wait. I’ll tell mother and father about this and—“

“—Tiernan? Won’t you leave her alone for Merlin’s sake, the train is about to leave.”

She along with Clara, Tiernan, and his friends snapped their heads to the open compartment door where the Head Boy now stood, a furrow in his brow. He narrowed his eyes every so slightly, and he looked irritated. She flushed when she saw him and turned away as Tiernan released her, dusting off his clothes. She glimpsed up at him as he turned to leave, not without making sure to flash a dirty look her way over his shoulder before he slid the compartment door closed behind him.

“What the hell was that about?” Clara gasped and shook her head in disbelief. “I know it is common for siblings to fight, but that was just absurd.”

She shook her head as she shifted in her seat, gazing out the window as the train began to move, and Hogsmeade station grew further and further away until it disappeared altogether.

“He’s not my brother.”

The train ride back to King’s Cross Station seemed to go by quicker than usual, much to her dismay. She wished she could stay on the train forever rather than have to go back to living with the Lestranges, and wished that she had an invisibility cloak so that she could hide and be on her way back to Hogwarts within the hour.

But, since she didn’t, she sighed as she collected her bag with her few belongings and exited her compartment, stepping out of the train and onto Platform 9¾, where her eyes immediately fell upon the Mother and the Father where they stood, eyes narrowed when they fell upon their muggle-born adopted daughter. She huffed as she made her way over to them, standing beside the Mother with a considerable amount of distance between them.

“Where is my son?” The Mother asked through gritted teeth, and she shrugged her shoulders. “He and his friends should be getting off soon,” she replied, not daring to turn to look at the Mother. Sure enough, almost as soon as she finished saying it, there stepped out Tiernan and his friends, Tom Riddle close behind. The other boys left to greet their own parents, but Tiernan and Tom made their way over to where she stood beside the Lestranges, and she flushed.

Why was Tom coming over here?

“Tiernan,” the Mother smiled, drawing her son into her chest for a hug. “And you must be… Tom, is that right? Hogwarts’ Head Boy?”

She glanced over to where Tom stood, a charming smile plastered his face and she could feel heat creep back up her neck. She turned away from him before he could catch her staring.

“It is nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs Lestrange,” Tom greeted them, shaking Mr Lestrange’s hand and giving the top of Mrs Lestrange’s a polite kiss. “Oh!” Mrs Lestrange giggled. “I like this one. The manners!”

Tom flashed his best smile but snuck a glimpse over to where the Lestranges adopted daughter stood, her arms crossed over herself as she looked anywhere but at him. He eyed her up and down just as Mrs Lestrange clutched either of his forearms, and he was forced to tear his attention away from the girl behind her.

“Tiernan here tells me you’re from the orphanage?” Mrs Lestrange asked and Tiernan felt like shriveling away beside Tom. Tom only nodded in reply to which Mrs Lestrange tutted, “how about this? You’re welcome to come and stay with us for the holidays. We’d be delighted to have you.”

She froze at this and her lips fell agape with the intent to protest, but nothing came out. She knew nothing she said would matter anyways, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle being around Tom for the entirety of the holidays. She’d been comfortable leaving him at a safe distance away from her at school, but now she’d have to deal with seeing him at the Lestranges? She simply wouldn’t be able to trust herself being around him for so long.

“Thank you for your hospitality,” Tom beamed as Mrs Lestrange fussed over him, leading him away from the platform, and she, the Father, and Tiernan followed close behind. Tiernan made a point of ramming his shoulder into her every once in a while, and it took everything within her to control herself, to not shout or push him away. The Father saw this was happening but did nothing to stop it.

It wasn’t longer before they finally entered the Leaky Cauldron and made their way to the fireplace, and they each grabbed a handful of Floo Powder. The Father went first, then Mrs Lestrange, and Tiernan before it was down to her and Tom. It occurred to her that this was the first time they had ever been alone together, and she forced herself to look away as he stepped into the fireplace.

Tom was no stranger to her shy nature. He tilted his head to try and get a better look at her, watching as she peeked over at him only to find he was staring, and looked away again. He smiled, exclaimed “Lestrange Manor!” and he was gone, leaving her alone.

Soon, she too was back in the Lestrange Manor, and she nearly ran into Tom where he stood just before the fireplace. Her palms instinctively fell onto his back to find her balance, and oh, how she felt she’d explode where she stood.

It was the first time she had ever touched Tom, and she truly did not expect him to be so warm. Tom glanced back over his shoulder when he felt her hands on him and swiftly stepped out of her way, feeling her touch lingering on his back where she had touched him. Something ignited within him at that touch, and every doubt he had about still wanting to pursue her seemed to fray away.

He wanted her.

“Welcome to our home!” The Mother exclaimed with a smile as she dusted off the shoulder of Tom’s coat where some ash had fallen, letting her palms soothe back down all the way to his elbows. “Tiernan will show you where you will be staying. Feel free to make yourself at home.”

She began to follow Tiernan and Tom as they headed for the staircase leading to the next level, but just before she could, the Mother grabbed her by the elbow and tugged her backwards to face her and the Father. She scowled down at her adopted daughter as soon as she made certain Tom was out of sight and leaned down until they were eye level.

“Listen to me, girl, and listen to me good,” the Mother said lowly. “You are to be on your best behavior while we have a guest in the home. You are to stay up in your room for the holidays except for meals, do you understand me, girl?”

She blinked— normally, she’d hate the fact that she had to stay up in her room all hours of the day, but instead, she felt relief surge through her. At least she wouldn’t have to see Tom, at least she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself in front of him.

“Yes, Madam Lestrange,” she said as the Mother released her elbow, and the Father stepped forward, leaning down to eye level.

“And you mustn’t leave your room under any circumstances during the party tomorrow evening,” he muttered. “If I hear even the smallest of sounds coming from your bedroom, I will punish accordingly and do understand, I will not show mercy.”

She heard this rule every year, but still to this day, the way the Father threatened her sent chills down her spine. “Yes, Mr Lestrange,” she nodded and when the Father waved her off, she walked as fast as she could towards the stairs, practically sprinting up the steps and down the hallway until she finally reached her bedroom.

Tom and the rest of the Lestranges were already in the dining room when she finally bounded down the steps, and he could tell Mr and Mrs Lestrange were using all the self restraint they had within them to not blow up at her, most likely for his sake. He watched as she sat down across the table from where he and Tiernan sat, carefully only placing a small selection of food onto her plate.

He glanced back over to where Mr Lestrange sat on one end of the long dining table before looking over at Mrs Lestrange on the other end. Neither paid her any attention, or showed any intention of speaking to her. She didn’t seem to want to talk either.

“So, Tom, Tiernan tells me you’re exceptional at Defense Against the Dark Arts,” Mr Lestrange said, shaking Tom from his thoughts. He forced a small smile as he nodded, wiping his hands on his napkin. “Yes, actually, I wish to become Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher one day.”

She listened as she finished her dinner as quickly as she could, but she didn’t stick around to hear the rest of Tom’s story. She gazed over at the Mother who only nodded that she may be excused before she gathered her plate and hurried off to the kitchen where the Lestranges house elf cleaned.

“Thank you for the food, Gimbel,” she nodded at the house elf who only nodded back as she set her dirty plate on the pile of unclean dishes the house elf had stacked on the countertop. She hurried back upstairs where she shut herself in her room, sighing as she fell onto her mattress.

All she had left to endure was breakfast tomorrow morning, and she’d be free of seeing Tom for the rest of the day. She rested her arm over her eyes, her heart beating against her chest. She couldn’t believe the boy she’s been pining after since her first year is in her house, staying in only a few rooms down from hers. How she wished she could talk to him, to treat him like a guest rather than act like he wasn’t even there at all.

She even, for a moment, wished she was a true member of the Lestrange family, so that she could be treated as an equal.

Tom hardly saw her for breakfast the next morning, for as soon as he and Tiernan had entered the dining room, she was seemingly finished with her food, and once again scurried off towards the kitchen as she did the night before. Tiernan scoffed when he saw this as they took their seats on one side of the long dining table, loading their plates with biscuits and bacon and eggs.

“I apologize for her… strange behavior, my Lord,” Tiernan muttered to home as Tom took a sip of milk. “She’s always like this, you see.” Tom didn’t care to listen to whatever else Tiernan had to say about his adopted sister. Tom had already made up his mind about her, it was how he’d find the chance to talk to her that was the problem.

She seemed to avoid him like the plague, and he knew he more than likely wouldn’t be seeing her at all the rest of the day, since the Lestranges locked her in her room while they hosted their party. Tom was clever, so surely he’d be able to find a way around it?

But as the time for the party to begin approached, he still came up with nothing. He had no excuse for wanting to see her, and with Tiernan practically breathing down his neck, he hadn’t any chance of sneaking away any time soon. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to see her at all when the party began and Avery, Mulciber, Rosier, Dolohov, and Nott all came rushing towards him and Lestrange. He had no space absolutely no space and no time to sneak away.

“Don’t worry,” Lestrange was saying to his friends. “The mudblood is upstairs in her bedroom. Won’t be coming out at all tonight, that one.” The boys snickered as they called her names and made jokes about her, but Tom wasn’t listening. Even though it seemed as if all hope of seeing her tonight was lost, he was still thinking of every possible excuse he could come up with to sneak away.

But fortunately, he wouldn’t have to contemplate for much longer.

“Blast,” Lestrange cursed, feeling around his pockets. Clarence Avery furrowed his eyebrows as he watched his friend, the others soon joining in. “What is it?” Liam Mulciber asked as Lestrange emptied each of his pockets, coming up with nothing. “Left my damn wand in my room,” Lestrange muttered, and Tom perked at this. Lestrange turned to Tom and stepped closer to murmur close to his ear, “forgive me for asking you of this, my Lord, but I simply do not trust the others. Will you go upstairs and retrieve my wand for me? I can’t go upstairs, mother and father said I need to stay down here.”

If Tom was the type, he’d laugh and jump up and down at the request. All day he had been trying to come up with some sort of excuse to slip away from the party, and now he finally had one. He cleared his throat and nodded, “of course,” he said to Lestrange before making his way over towards the staircase, but he did not stop at Tiernan’s bedroom door as he passed.

Instead, he walked a little further down the Lestranges upstairs hallway, stopping at the last door on the left where she was, the black wooden door the only thing separating him from her now. Tom raised a fist to the door and knocked, and for a moment, it was silent on the other side.

Who could possibly be knocking at her door?

She knew it could not be any of the Lestranges, for they would’ve just burst through the door without any respect for her privacy anyways. It couldn’t be Gimbel either, the house elf never came to her room. She grew weary as she closed her book and set it down on the mattress beside her, clearing her throat before murmuring a low, “come in.”

She watched as the handle to her door twisted and it swung open, and when she saw who was standing there in her doorway, she felt as if all the air had been knocked from her lungs. She’d only ever dreamed of Tom Riddle being in her bedroom, but never before did she actually think he’d really come in here.

But there he was. There Tom Riddle stood, closing the door behind him and turning to gaze at her where she sat on her bed, his eyes entrancing as they were dark. Even from across the room, his irises seemed to pull her in like they were magnets and she was metal, and she lost herself further and further into his soul…

“Forgive me,” Tom said, and she blinked. Those were the first words she had ever heard him direct towards her. “I would not usually barge into a lady’s room like this.”

Fire raged across her skin, up her neck, and to her cheeks until they were seared with flame. She suddenly had the strongest urge to open the window, wondering if she had broken into a sweat yet or not.

She blinked again, and the corner of Tom’s lips curved into a soft smile. He knew he already had her wrapped around his finger.

“Your brother thought he left something in here,” he said, gesturing towards her desk against the far wall of the room. “May I?”

She could not think of anything Tiernan could have possibly left in her room, but she wouldn’t dare question Tom, so instead she nodded, and she watched as he strode across the room, opening her desk drawers and sifting through its contents.

Of course, Tom wasn’t searching for anything. But she needn’t know that yet.

“Hm,” Tom hummed, closing the drawers he had opened and turning to face her again, leaning back against the wooden desk. “Perhaps, your brother was mistaken.”

She felt small underneath Tom’s gaze, and she felt as though she could curl herself into a ball right now and shrivel away. But instead she sat still on her bed, unable to speak, unable to move. Tom chuckled and she pinched her bottom lip between her teeth, mentally cursing herself for being so shy. Typical Hufflepuff, she could imagine her adopted brother sneering.

“You know, you should really join the party,” Tom said, hoping to break the ice between them. She soothed the skin of her arms with her palms and rubbed at her elbows, shaking her head. “The Mother and the Father won’t let me attend,” she managed to speak at last, and she gulped down the lump in her throat.

Although Tom already knew the answer, he still tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “Why is that?” He asked, and she swallowed again, forcing back down the truth. She dropped her head and shrugged, “because I’m different.”

Tom blinked, and he suddenly felt like he was ten years old again, still living at the orphanage he grew up in. For over ten years, he grew up unlike all the other children, and even at an early and young age, he knew that he was different. It wasn't until Albus Dumbledore came to visit him that he finally understood why he felt this way.

It was different in her case, because at least she knew why she was different. But they were still treated the same, like they were misfits, rejects, outcasts. It was then that he understood the connection he felt towards her with a different meaning, that he first noticed this string tethering them together.

They had both been lost before, but just like he had found himself, she could be found too. Tom could be the one to find her, for he seemed to be the only one who understood her.

Tom’s footsteps permeated her bedroom as he made his way over towards her bed, setting himself down on the mattress beside her. She flinched when she felt the bed dip beneath his weight, and it was then that it occurred to her just how close he was.

They had never ever been this close before.

“Why are you different?” He asked, gazing down at her as she peered up, their eyes meeting closer than they ever have before. For a moment she said nothing, only continued to lose herself further in the dark depths of the treacherous caverns that were his eyes. He studied her— her eyes, her eyebrows, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, her lips.

It was no secret that she was beautiful, even Tom could admit that. But she was vulnerable, it was clear the moment Tom met her eyes again. And Tom could work with vulnerability.

“Well…” she trailed off, contemplating how much she should tell him. Tom’s fingers grazed against her knee and she trembled, her eyes flicking down to his hand and back up to his face. “You can tell me,” Tom said warmly. “You can tell me anything.”

She blinked. Never before had she heard those words. Nobody has ever wanted to hear her story before, for they all thought they already knew it all by now. She was the child who was left on the Lestranges doorstep as a baby, the child the Lestranges took in to ‘raise as their own’ because they just couldn’t bear giving such a young girl away since they were so kindhearted.

So never had she ever thought she’d be given the chance to tell someone about herself, to let someone read her story. But there was something about Tom, and she felt like she could trust him.

“I’m… I was left on their doorstep as a baby,” she began, and Tom nodded, encouraging her to continue. “I was… I am muggle-born…” she trailed off, wincing as she searched Tom’s face for disgust, but he didn’t even recoil. He only gazed at her with that same patient stare, waiting for her to keep going.

So she did.

“They hate me for it,” she added. “For having dirty blood. I’m not sure why they kept me, I could’ve been a Squib or not even a witch at all for that matter. Thankfully, I got my Hogwarts letter when Tiernan did.” She wrung her hands together in her lap, Tom’s warmth drawing her even closer to him. “It certainly didn’t help that I wasn’t sorted into Slytherin.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat back down again, and Tom let his palm rest on her knee again, his touch warm, like a kiss from the sun itself. She felt relaxed when he touched her, despite how nervous she actually was inside.

“They treat me… so bad,” she whispered. “They treat me like I’m nothing.”

Her voice wavered before it broke, and when it was clear that she wouldn’t be able to continue, the hand that had previously been resting on her knee retreated so that it may instead reach her face. Gently, he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced her face up to his, her teary eyes searching his for something, anything she could hold onto. Warmth, comfort, reassurance, hope, anything.

So Tom would tell her what she wanted to hear.

“You are not nothing,” Tom murmured, and her lip quivered the longer she stared at him. “You are somebody. Don’t let them take that feeling away from you.”

She blinked and her brow softened, her vision blurring with tears. She was somebody. Tom Riddle thought she was somebody.

And somehow, that seemed to be all she needed to hear.

A silence ensued and they only gazed deeper into one another’s eyes. With the grip still on her chin, he drew her near and he leaned down to meet her halfway, his lips pressing against hers softly, as tenderly as he could. He felt the way she shuddered under his touch, as if his kiss was a tranquilizer, and she was becoming limp and pliant, all for him.

So he kissed her deeper, he kissed her harder. His tongue was warm in her mouth as she let him reign dominance over her own, her hands shaking as one cupped the side of his face and the other grabbed his bicep.

This was what Tom Riddle had been fantasizing about for years. To have her compliant beneath him, to have her completely under his control. He loved how easy it was, how easy it was to have her. Although he’d admit, this connection he felt towards her was growing, and it was growing at an alarming rate. As he pushed her down onto the mattress and trailed his kisses down from her lips to her jaw, he found that his heart burned, as if she had set it aflame, and this feeling was foreign to him.

He had no idea what this tenderness he felt was, whether he dared call it love or not. For eighteen years, he was under the impression that he couldn’t love, that love simply just wasn’t in the cards for him, and he was completely okay with that.

But this feeling, whatever it was he felt for her, came unexpectedly, and he was unsure whether or not he should embrace it or push it away.

For now, he worked at unbuttoning her blouse as he sucked marks into her neck, his tongue swirling around her collarbone.

She pressed her lips together to contain her noises as Tom slipped her blouse from her shoulders and down her arms, discarding it down onto the floor altogether. He made quick work of her brassiere, his lips previously kissing her collarbone venturing down between the valley of her breasts, sucking marks onto either mounds of flesh.

“T… Tom,” she mewled as he pressed a kiss to one of her nipples, kneading her opposite breast with his palm. He hummed in reply, gazing up at her through hooded lids as he sucked the erect bud, releasing it with a wet pop before doing the same to the other. She squirmed beneath him and squeezed her eyes shut, arching her back up off of the mattress. “T… Tom, I… they will punish me if they hear me.”

Tom smirked against her skin as he released her nipple from his mouth and kissed down her stomach, past her belly button, all the way to the hem of her skirt. He pushed himself up by the elbows as he hooked his fingers over the hem, beginning to tug them down her thighs.

“Then I suggest you stay quiet,” he said simply as he removed her skirt from her ankles, her panties soon joining the sea of clothes on the floor as well.

She sank her teeth down into her bottom lip so hard when he placed a kiss just above her aching clit, she feared she’d draw blood. Tom eyed her through his hooded stare as he teasingly dipped his tongue past her folds, testing the waters. He watched as her face scrunched and she kicked her legs, arching her back at just the simplest of touches.

So eager, he thought.

He soothed her stomach with one of his palms as he pecked her clit, watching the way she trembled and writhed, whining behind closed lips, silent pleading for more. Tears broke past the glossy barrier of her eyes and began to spill down her cheeks like crystals, and he smirked as he pressed his lips down against her heat, sucking her clit as it throbbed and ached to be touched.

She threw her hands down on the mattress on either side of her, her fingernails clawing at the sheets as he flicked his tongue up and down her slit, humming at the taste of her nectar on his tongue. She tried to watch as he lapped up the juices spilling down her folds before flicking his tongue against her bud again, but she couldn’t even hold herself up, much less keep her eyes open for longer than a few seconds.

“P… please,” she mewled quietly as one of her hands ventured down between her legs to grip at his hair, and she ground her hips against his face, eager for more. That was when Tom stopped and pried her hand away from his head, and she blinked up at him through her bleary eyes.

“Do you want to come?” He asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, shouldering it off of him and tossing it to the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes. She gaped at the sight of his chest, but he grabbed her face again and forced her to look at him, squishing her cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. “I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question.”

She trembled and felt her walls clench at his words, nodding up and down. “Yes. Yes please,” she whimpered as he tore his hand away from her face to work on his belt, tossing it and his trousers away until he stood before her completely in the nude, in all of his glory.

He was beautiful. And he was already beautiful to begin with but this, she never could have even imagined how he looked underneath the clothes. He wasn’t muscular or built like a statue or even a Quidditch player, but still, his arms and torso were toned, and his cock…

She could feel her patience slipping away the longer he kept her waiting. She watched as he took a hold of his cock and stared down at her, maintaining eye contact as he gave himself a few pumps, his other hand absentmindedly stroking up and down her slick. She bit down onto her lip as she gazed up at him, watching him in anticipation for what was to come next.

Tom leaned back down to her face and captured her lips with his, unable to resist the temptation any longer. He kissed her again and again and again as he slipped inside of her, her moans muffled by his mouth on hers. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders and dug her fingernails into his skin, etching crescent moons into his flesh. Tom broke their kiss and let his forehead drop onto hers as he rocked his hips into her, slowly at first. One of her hands slithered to cup the back of his neck as tears streamed down the sides of her face, never feeling this good in all her years.

Tom let his gaze fall upon her face again, her eyelids squeezed shut but her face scrunched in pleasure, every once in a while muffling her sounds by pressing her face into his shoulder. He began to thrust harder than before, her legs wrapping around his waist and squeezing, beckoning him further inside of her. So he fucked her harder, and harder and harder and harder as if he intended to break her, to shatter her into a million pieces.

And maybe that was the goal all along.

Never has Tom felt this good, never had he felt so intoxicated by another person, and never did he believe he could be so attached to someone else before. Part of him hated it, part of him wanted to throw it away and stomp on it and set it on fire.

But the other part of him embraced it, another part of him felt powerful as he fucked into her with reckless abandon, powerful having someone underneath his control. He never imagined another person could feel so good, he never imagined someone else could make him feel so infinite. As far as he was concerned, he was doing just fine on his own.

But this was different. This was on a whole other level of power. He felt strong, even when she clenched around him and gushed around his cock, even when he felt himself so close to the edge, so close to releasing himself for another person.

He pushed away from from her and groped her chest with one hand, holding onto her shoulder with the other as he fucked her harder than before, without a care for how much noise they were making. He’d make it up to the Lestranges, he’d go down and tell them it was him making all the noise, it wasn’t like they’d punish him.

For now, he focused on chasing his release, on the way she felt around him, on the way he was so close to climax he could practically taste it. She sobbed beneath him and her lips fell agape with the intent of screaming his name but he clapped his hand around her mouth before she could as he thrusted again and again and again until finally he released, and warmth surged through her.

Tom’s chest heaved and he fell on top of her as she cried, motionless beneath him. Sweat made her skin glisten and tears made her cheeks swollen and sticky, but he found that he admired her all the same.

This warmth in his chest was new, and it was a feeling he couldn’t quite place or put a finger on. But if whatever it was could make him feel like he was on top of the world, like he was the most powerful being on this Earth, like he was infinite…

…then surely he could learn to embrace it.

a/n; oop this is the longest imagine i’ve ever written 🙈 thank you so much for the request anon! i wrote this one up pretty fast because i really liked the idea, it definitely wasn’t stupid! so i hope this is close to what you’ve been imagining!! and feel free to send in more requests if you’d like! i love writing requests!

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janitorhutcherson · 5 months

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hii! i’ve done nothing but write and get ready for the holidays this weekend lol. this is from your perspective, there’s no dialogue!! it’s probably pretty short too. anyways!!! enjoy :p

word count: unknown

warnings: none!! pure romantic fluff

summary: you and mike are doing absolutely nothing and you’re swimming in your own thoughts about how angelic he is

Infatuated. That’s what you were with Michael Schmidt. There was no doubt about that and no doubt he felt the same way. Since he’d dropped Abby off at school one morning, accidentally running into you as a hurriedly attempted to escape the school’s double doors before a swarm of mothers entered to drop their own children off, you had been practically inseparable. You’d been dropping your own little sister off for your parents, them taking advantage your day off. It was after a terse but genuine apology and an awkward acceptance with a small smile that the two of you exchanged a brief amount of conversation, coming to the conclusion that your little sister was one of the only people that Abby would actually talk to in her classroom.

With that being said, you exchanged numbers to set up a ‘playdate’ (although Mike knew if things went well, he’d use it for much more than that) and the rest was history. Now you were sat on his couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders tenderly, the living room filled with darkness except for the blue light spilling into the room from the TV. Some shitty late night rerun of a reality TV show was playing, but neither of you were exactly paying attention. Mike was on the brink of exhaustion, his eyes starting to droop as he zoned out, not processing a word coming from the sound system. You were far too lost in your thoughts to even realize what was going on.

Your eyes lingered up from where they’d stayed staring at the TV with an empty look, now glancing up at his side profile. The illumination from the TV highlighted his stubble that had been growing out for weeks, something close to a full beard starting to appear, patchy spots here and there. His eyes were sunken in both from exhaustion and from the way his features typically sit. His nose was slightly crooked, something you’d loved and obsessed over since you’d first met. He never understood your love for it, but you felt as if it made him like a Grecian statue. His bushy eyebrows framed his face almost perfectly, his lips also full and a reddish pink color. He was perfect in every way.

After you’d come back to reality to an extent, you were now focused on his warm hand that was placed on your bare shoulder. His hands were warm but calloused and rough. The feeling was comforting, electric waves of warmth pulsing through your body from something so simple. You leaned your head against his shoulder, fluttering your own eyes closed as your breathing began to steady into the same pace as his. This. This was heaven. Pure bliss as every thought ceased to exist in your brain unless it was about him. Mike was all that filled your head. Your Mikey, the one who helped father Abby, the best big brother there could’ve. Mike, who was the most loving boyfriend you could possible ask for, constantly checking in on you, giving you affection, running you baths and holding you when you cried. Mike, your lover, best friend, and partner in crime all in one. He was your everything. You couldn’t want for forever with him, to get married, to have more kids, and to grow old together

Slowly, your mind began to slip away as you fell asleep. The last thing you remembered thinking was feeling the warmth of a pair of lips on your forehead. A blanket was sleepily pulled over your bodies as you were both readjusted, Mike laying down on the couch and you on top of him, his arms wrapped around you. Yes, forever could wait. For now, you were curled up in your lover’s arms, pleased as punch as you drifted off into the most peaceful sleep of your life.

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cantstoptheimagines · 7 months

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What We Do Below Deck (Monkey D. Luffy, Nami, Roronoa Zoro, Usopp, Vinsmoke Sanji | One Piece)

Series Masterlist

Summary — The Straw Hats like to use you to relieve their stress.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Smut (cursing; rough sex; degradation and praise; name-calling; spitting; slapping; fingering and anal fisting; oral (male and female receiving, deepthroating, face fucking); penetration (vaginal, anal, strap-on); double penetration (one vaginal and one anal, two in one hole, strap-on); mentions of breeding and pregnancy; mentions of sharing the Reader with others; way too much cum; Reader gets pinned down a few times; implied aftercare at the very end; probably missing a few more, but just know this fic is a lot lol); literally just a self-indulgent gangbang fic because every single one of the Straw Hats are too hot to handle.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 10,058. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

How your whole agreement with the Straw Hats started, you weren’t entirely sure. You originally joined the crew with the expectation of helping your best friend become King of the Pirates.

Things changed when your ragtag bunch of friends successfully took down Arlong Park and returned to the Going Merry, each of them needing to relieve their stress. That was when five pairs of darkened, tired eyes found you anxiously waiting for them to return to the ship. An overwhelming sense of greed for your body seemingly took over their minds at that moment.

And that’s your best guess as to when their insatiable need for you began. Mostly because they’d all been fucking you senseless nearly every day since then.

In an instant, you had become the relief each of them had so desperately needed. You were released from all other duties on the ship, aside from being your crew mates’ favorite fuck toy, perfectly molded for their personal use whenever they felt the desire to play with your holes.

And so, when Luffy suddenly took your hand in his to lead you out of the hot sun and into his quarters, you knew what awaited.

It only took the Straw Hats mere seconds to strip you free of your clothing, push you on to your stomach atop the bed sheets, and shove your face into Nami’s wet cunt. She roughly palmed at your temples, tightly gripping you by the head in an effort to control your movements.

As your tongue was made to lap at her soaking entrance, someone else laid a series of harsh slaps to your bare ass, occasionally groping and spreading your cheeks just to make you squirm. Probably Zoro since he always wanted to be the first to pound your tightest hole.

“Oh, fuck,” moaned Nami, shaking your head from side to side to give herself a bit more stimulation. “I’ve been waiting all day for this. I’m soaked.”

She was right. Her arousal was all over your lips and chin. It had even started to slowly drip down your neck. One thing you had learned about Nami? She liked it messy.

You could practically see the grin on Sanji’s face as he asked, “Is our cumslut that good, Nami?”

“She’s perfect! Ah! So good at eating me out,” she moaned again. “She was made to be between my legs. I’m sure—! Oh! Ah! I’m sure of it!”

The way they spoke about you as though you weren’t even there sent chills down your spine. Right here, right now, you really are just something for them to fuck in their free time.

You must have slowed your actions, lost in thought, because Nami suddenly yanked roughly at your hair.

“Use your fingers, you little whore,” she glared. “Give my clit some attention too. You better make me cum tonight.”

You barely had time to acknowledge her demands before she was pressing your mouth even further into her dripping arousal. She was practically suffocating you with her thighs as she began rolling her hips. You quickly began massaging her clit as she let out yet another pleasured moan.

As your tongue delved into Nami’s entrance, someone else led your free hand to wrap around a thick, swollen cock. Usopp let out a curse as he began guiding your touch along his length.

“Stroke me, baby,” he said, watching you with lustful eyes as you followed his instructions. “I wanna cum on that pretty face. Then I’m gonna take a break. You still got me worn out from yesterday.”

“You did fuck her pussy a lot last night, didn’t you?” chuckled Luffy, one hand gliding over his own throbbing cock as he admired the scene in front of him.

“Yeah, after you finally stopped hogging it,” scoffed Usopp, removing your hand for a moment in order to spit onto your palm. “But once I got my chance, it was so good, man. I put my load inside her cunt three times. Not to mention when I got to fuck her mouth before that. Her throat made me cum twice. She was totally spaced out by the time I was done using her.”

Still grinding against your tongue, Nami groaned, “Would you two shut up—? Oh!”

Her complaints were interrupted by her orgasm. Her toes curled and her thighs clenched. You were practically drowning in her arousal, forcefully held in place by her strong grip on your hair.

Your face was drenched as she came down from her high. With a harsh yank, she revealed your glistening appearance to others, all of whom let out low groans at the sight of you.

Usopp’s hips began rocking to meet the strokes of your hand. He was now far more eager to experience his own release.

Luffy let out a muttered curse as well as a few words about tying you to the ship’s main mast sometime soon. His cock was only becoming harder by the minute.

Meanwhile, Zoro merely confirmed that he had been the one slapping your ass earlier when he gave you yet another. He groped at your exposed skin with an impatient look in his eyes.

And Sanji, who had been unusually quiet, decided to join Zoro in his torment. Long fingers were shoved deep into your sopping pussy soon after Sanji reached beneath you and gave a rough pinch to your sensitive clit.

Nami smirked as the four men leered at your exhausted expression. They were like sea monsters hunting for their next meal. Her palm collided with your cheek and you couldn’t help but groan as she roughly smeared her cum all over your face without a care in the world.

The grip on your hair was passed on to Usopp, who was still meeting your heavy strokes with his own desperate thrusts. Nami then shifted so she could lean against the many pillows on Luffy’s bed.

She thought about how she’d probably bring out her strap later in order to fuck you properly. But for now, she wanted nothing more than to watch her panting crew mates have their way with you.

And by the way Usopp forced your head backwards and shoved his fingers into your mouth, leaving you barely able to maintain your balance in your position of being on all fours, she was sure that her wishes were about to come to fruition. In fact, she had already started caressing her wet folds in anticipation.

“My turn now, babygirl,” chuckled Usopp. His fingers were still lodged deep in your throat. The sound of your gags and wet gargles as they shifted in and out of your mouth brought a wide grin to his face. “Might not be taking that break after all if you take my dick like this. You’ve gotten so much better at deepthroating recently.”

“Too good to resist, isn’t she?” smirked Zoro, palming at his heavy balls. “Now hurry up. I want to put my cock in her ass already and Sanji won’t let me until he eats her out.”

“All right, all right, Mr. Pushy,” groaned Usopp, shaking his head upon noticing the way Sanji glared at Zoro for his comment. “C’mere, sweet thing, open that mouth nice and wide for ‘ol Captain Usopp.”

You gasped for air when he finally removed his fingers. You weren’t given much of an opportunity to catch your breath, however, since his cock immediately took their place.

Usopp laughed at the way your eyes widened. With both hands now tangled in your hair, he set to work on pleasuring himself. He rolled his hips repeatedly, carelessly yanking your mouth back and forth on his cock in time with his thrusts.

While his cock may have been on the shorter side when compared to those of your other crew mates, it definitely made up for it in girth. Your lips stretched to accommodate him. Whenever Usopp got the opportunity to fuck your mouth, you always knew you’d be left struggling for air.

He tossed his head back with a moan and screwed his eyes shut. You could only imagine the expression of pure ecstasy on his face, too busy trying to not choke as his tip repeatedly met the back of your throat. With every sloppy movement, his balls slapped against your chin, surely collecting some of Nami’s cum that still coated your skin.

“Oh, shit,” he sighed. “I’m gonna cum already. Seems like your hand did most of the work.”

If he somehow expected a response, he must have been quite disappointed. The only sounds that left your body at the moment were wet gags and muffled squeals.

His thrusts sped up as he gasped, “Cumming! Fuck, I’m cumming! Your mouth is so good! Fuck!”

Before his release could shoot into your mouth, Usopp pulled out. You quickly close your eyes, coughing for air, as he stroked his cock in an attempt to prolong his orgasm with a look of excitement.

His cum squirted onto you as he gasped with a smile. He was definitely proud of himself for adding yet another layer of arousal to your appearance.

As he let go of his load, you had a slight suspicion that Usopp aimed everywhere but your open, awaiting mouth. Only a few drops landed on your tongue. The rest splattered onto your cheeks and nose. You even thought a small amount sprayed onto your forehead with the curve of his cock.

“Open those pretty eyes for me,” ordered Usopp, giving your hair a rather sharp tug. “Look at me.”

“Usopp,” you whimpered, but followed his instructions nonetheless, swallowing what little release he had fed into your mouth.

You were met with his grinning face. His cock was continuously being stroked by his free hand. He was still hard.

“So much for a break,” he laughed. “Let me grind on your face this time, baby. Here, you can even lick my balls while I do it. Stick your tongue out again.”

You did so, closing your eyes once more as Usopp tilted his length upwards. His heavy balls rested on your tongue. He shifted forward on his knees until he could press his shaft against your face. Slowly, he began grinding himself against you.

His cock rubbed his previous release. It smeared over your skin as well as his length. While Usopp continued rolling his hips, you lapped at his balls, which shifted over your tongue with every one of his movements.

“That’s it,” hummed Usopp. “Fuck, you’re so good with your tongue. Here, I got the cum off your face. Now you can clean it off my dick, you pretty little bitch.”

He pulled away, giving you a chance to see what he was talking about. Grinding against your face had covered his shaft in his previous load of cum. What he had left on your face was nothing but a smeared, creamy mess you’d have to deal with later.

“Oh, shit, wait,” he muttered. “You still got a bit right there.”

He then forcefully tilted your head, once using your hair as leverage. His tip swiped over your cheek, collecting another drop of his cum on the swollen, mushroom-shaped head of his cock.

“All right,” he chuckled. “Now suck.”

He tapped the head against your tongue before sinking into your mouth once again. He repeated his rough thrusts from before, using your mouth as he pleased. The combined taste of his and Nami’s cum was like a dream.

“Say, Usopp?” muttered Luffy. “You said her mouth made you cum twice last night. Why not go for three this time?”

“Love to,” replied Usopp, shoving your wet mouth to the base of his length and holding you down. “Don’t know if I’d make it though—! Oh! Oh, oh, fuck!”

Another wave of cum burst from his cock. This time, however, he didn’t leave your mouth. White froth escaped you and gathered at the corners of your lips. At the base of Usopp’s throbbing length, a white ring of cum was forming.

He finally pulled you off his cock. Forcing your mouth shut, Usopp grinned at the sight of your flushed appearance, “Swallow. C’mon, it’s what you’re made for, filthy bitch. Be a good slut and drink my cum.”

His grip on you was like a vice, tight and showing no hints of letting go anytime soon. Until you followed his commands and swallowed his salty release, that is.

Once you had done so, he opted to slap your cheeks and nose with his cock instead. He jerked your head backwards like he had done earlier. He let go of his cock, forced your mouth open, and spit down your throat. He then shoved his fingers inside, pushing the boundaries of how deep they could go.

“Don’t know if I can get through another one,” he huffed, cock twitching from overstimulation between his legs.

“Let me handle it. I’d like to see her choke on you again,” said Nami. “We can even make it a little more interesting. If you can do it, we’ll each give you a few Berry, won’t we?”

The others agreed. Yet another grin decorated Usopp’s expression as he took up their wager. He shifted upwards on the bed until he could lean comfortably against the pile of soft pillows. During this, he dragged you along by your hair.

He offset your balance with a particularly rough tug. Your arms fell out from beneath you and you quickly found yourself in a face-down, ass-up position, much to the pleasure of Zoro, who groaned at the sight. It had always been his favorite.

Your face was pressed into Luffy’s bedsheets, directly between Usopp’s thighs. He and Nami once again traded off on whose grip would pull at your roots. Usopp relaxed into the pillows.

While he had been wondering if he could take anymore, not a single one of the Straw Hats thought about whether or not you could. Your body was already starting to give out with exhaustion, despite none of them having properly fucked you yet.

At this rate, you’d be passed out cold by the time any of them even thought about actually fucking you.

Instead, they each moaned, cursed, and even laughed at the sight of Nami shoving your tired mouth down onto Usopp’s cock as she knelt next to you. She barely pulled you off before forcing your head back down.

“Nothing but a whore, huh?” she scoffed, thumbing at her clit. “You’re pretty much a human fleshlight now based on how much you let us use you for our own personal pleasure. Just a fucking toy.”

Usopp was moaning loudly, focused solely on his twitching cock. He gripped the sheets beneath him and tossed his head back against Luffy’s pillows in pure ecstasy.

Nami, meanwhile, had continued driving your mouth on and off Usopp’s swollen length. She flicked and massaged her clit in sync with her own moans and whimpers. Eyes threatening to squeeze shut, she quickly pressed you back onto Usopp’s cock one last time.

You couldn’t help gagging when she made your nose collide with Usopp’s abdomen. It was the deepest you had ever taken someone’s cock inside your mouth. And she refused to let you come up for air as the two of them neared yet another release.

Without a care in the world, she held you firmly against Usopp’s pelvis, no matter how much you gagged and choked on him.

Nami came first. Her orgasm covered her hand with slick, wet cum. Her mouth fell open and a high-pitched moan came out before she could stop it.

Midway through her release, Usopp cursed. The tip of his cock was pressed firmly to the back of your throat, thanks to Nami’s forceful grip. He flooded your mouth with his third orgasm of the night.

As they both finally began to relax, Nami leaned down to lick some of the smeared cum that Usopp had left on your face. She hummed at the taste, running her tongue over her lips with a feral grin.

Meanwhile, Usopp’s cock had started to soften in your mouth, though you knew he’d probably be begging for another round soon enough. Finally allowed to come up for air, you prepared to swallow Usopp’s load, only to be stopped by Sanji suddenly grabbing your jaw.

You stared up at him with a confused expression. At the same time, Sanji almost got distracted by your wet lashes. Usopp’s cock really did a number on you.

“Wait, darling,” he finally smiled. “It’s my turn next and we need to prepare you for our swordsman over here. Why don’t we use that cum as some extra lube?”

He held out his hand, gesturing for you to spit Usopp’s cum into his waiting palm. You did so, but only after receiving a nod of approval from Usopp himself.

“Now that that’s settled, let’s spread those ass cheeks of yours so I can get you ready,” he chuckled. “Luffy, why don’t you do the honors? We don’t want Zoro getting ahead of himself. He might attempt to shove himself in dry like the pervert he is.”

Luffy could only chuckle as Sanji and Zoro glared at one another. They had never been the best when it came to sharing your body.

Luffy eventually decided to play along as some form of mediator for the two men. Letting go of his own throbbing erection, he palmed at your ass, roughly spreading you open.

Sanji seized his opportunity. He slathered the handful of Usopp’s thick, white cum over your exposed asshole, even using his fingers to push some of it into your tight entrance.

“Sanji!” you gasped at the sudden intrusion. “Please!”

He grinned, gesturing for Luffy to continue stroking himself. And then Sanji got to work. You yelped in surprise when he unexpectedly shoved you completely onto the bedsheets.

Sanji then flipped you onto your back before grabbing your ankles and dragging you to the edge of the bed. With an excited grin, he picked up a pair of someone’s discarded underwear off the floor and shoved them into your mouth.

You were dizzy with all his sudden movements, especially when he knelt on the floor, situating your dangling legs on top of his shoulders. He was now in the perfect position to do what he always did best during these rough fucking sessions.

And that was eating your pussy and prepping your ass.

He ran his tongue over your wet folds. Once, twice, and then a third time before delivering a mean slap to your clit.

You jerked with a muffled squeal, reaching out in a failed attempt to grab onto his hair. However, Sanji glared when you did so.

Spitting onto your wet entrance, he looked at Usopp, who was still relaxing against the pillows near Luffy’s headboard. Next to him, Nami was lazily fingering herself, waiting for another opportunity to strike.

Upon meeting Sanji’s eyes, Usopp felt his brow involuntarily furrow. He tilted his head curiously.

“Care to pin her wrists down for me?” asked Sanji.

Usopp grinned at the idea. He shifted forward on the bed until he sat near your head. Leaning down, he gave you an upside down kiss on the forehead before grabbing your wrists. He held them together, pulling them above your head to rest in his lap.

“Hey, Sanji,” he smirked, “ruin that pussy of hers, won’t ya?”

“Oh, believe me,” chuckled Sanji, “I plan to.”

You were left to squirm in their hold when Sanji slapped your clit yet again. Your cries were still muffled by the fabric of the underwear that had been shoved into your mouth.

Pressing down firmly against your abdomen to hold you in place, Sanji leaned in to kiss your folds. His free hand, meanwhile, busied itself with your ass. He shoved two fingers inside your tight hole, pumping them in and out at a steady pace.

He flattened his tongue against you. The way his nose nudged your clit with every move would have made you melt if he had simply given you the time.

Your blurred mind thought back to all the times Sanji had described you as his ‘favorite meal’. And by the way he licked and sucked and slurped at your arousal, shoving his mouth as close to your pussy as he possibly could, you had no doubt he had been telling the truth. He was like a man starved as he indulged himself on your sweet, dripping core.

Sanji always seemed to enjoy the process of creating a wet mess between your thighs. Meanwhile, Usopp simply watched the scene with a wide smirk, now holding both your wrists in one hand as he leaned closer in order to run his hands over your exposed breasts.

Usopp seized his opportunity to slap your tits. He bit his lip with an amused sparkle in his eyes, listening to your smothered cries as he flicked, pinched, and even twisted your nipples.

“Poor baby,” he mocked you with a phony pout. “Can’t take a bit of teasing when it comes to those tits of yours?”

You continued to whimper, muscles tensing at the feeling of Sanji collecting your slick and adding a third finger to your ass. He pulled his face away from your entrance, pausing in eating your pussy to focus on the way you took his fingers instead.

“Been wondering if you could take my whole hand inside this pretty little ass with enough effort,” he pondered quietly, licking his lips to savor your taste. “Guess now is as good a time as any to try it out.”

He pulled his fingers out of you, but the moment didn’t last very long. In the blink of an eye, Sanji had covered his digits in the slick of your leaking cunt before pressing them back into your ass. This time, a fourth finger joined the previous three.

His muscles flexed with every movement of his hand. The pace of his fingers was lightning fast. In and out they went, finally beginning to loosen up your tight hole.

You writhed on the bedsheets, only to find yourself with no escape. Sanji’s free hand was still splayed over your abdomen, thumb sticking out to stroke your clit as he focused entirely on wrecking your other entrance.

Along with that, Usopp still held your wrists in a single unwavering grip. He continued tormenting your breasts with a wild grin. Pinching, pulling, twisting, slapping. Anything he could think of, his free hand did.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of Sanji finally inserting his thumb as well. He successfully squeezed all five fingers into your tight ass. Expecting him to slow down with his chaotic pace for you to adjust, you shrieked in surprise when he simply kept pushing inwards.

He truly meant his whole hand.

Whoever’s underwear you had crammed in your mouth continued to muffle whatever noises you happened to make. Sanji was now wrist-deep into your ass and showed no signs of stopping.

“I guess we finally figured out why Zoro likes her ass so much,” smirked Nami.

“Yeah,” agreed Luffy, peeking over Sanji’s shoulder to get a better view of your torment. “Hers must be the only asshole in the entire East Blue that can take that gigantic cock of his. Right, Zoro?”

You could hardly understand what they were saying, still squirming uselessly against Sanji and Usopp, both of whom were still fascinated by how much of Sanji’s large hand could be pressed inside your ass. You were sure your hole would be gaping by the end of the night by the way things were currently going.

Zoro let out a deep chuckle, slowly running a large hand over the length of his thick erection, “You caught me. This whore takes it in the ass all the time, whenever I want to shove it inside, no matter how deep or rough. Not even the women who offer sex at ship ports have been able to take my cock in the ass.”

“And when you realized our little slut could?” asked Luffy.

Even Sanji and Usopp looked away from you long enough to hear the swordsman’s reply. As he did so, Sanji slowly began thrusting his hand inside your body. He had shoved it so deep into your ass that part of his forearm had disappeared from view.

“I knew we’d found the perfect cum dump,” shrugged Zoro.

The more they spoke, the more you felt like this particular day was far from over. At this rate, you’d probably be fucked until nightfall. How could they be so casual while you were writhing against the mattress, covered in sweat and tears and cum, and left with no options of escape?

You were practically sobbing out of need for a release as Sanji continued using his hand to fuck your ass. He then leaned in to pick up where he left off eating your pussy. You let out yet another muffled scream as tension began to build up within your stomach.

You made another attempt at freeing your wrists from Usopp’s grasp. It was to no avail though. Instead, he simply glared down at you before yanking your wrists even further away from your body.

His free hand offered a few harsh slaps to your flushed face. He then decided to spit on you for good measure.

“Behave,” he ordered. “Don’t push your luck, slut. It might not work out the way you’d like.”

Nami clicked her tongue, looking between the four men with raised eyebrows, “She may be a really good cum dump, but I gotta say that I’m really surprised she hasn’t gotten pregnant yet. I mean, you four have practically turned her into a breeding station for yourselves.”

“Even if she did get pregnant,” chuckled Luffy, “she’d never know who the father is. Not for sure anyway. It would be a guessing game for us!”

“She won’t get pregnant,” scoffed Sanji, pausing to grin when you suddenly let out another cry when he thrust his hand into your ass particularly hard. “Before we left Coco Village, I learned how to make a special herbal tea that would prevent it. Trust me, we can fill her pussy up as much as we want—”

“Hey, hey, hey!” interrupted Usopp. “Look!”

Each of their eyes snapped to you. Your back arched off Luffy’s mattress. The combination of Sanji’s hand being carelessly thrust in and out of your ass and the way your crew mates spoke as though you were just some object for their pleasure had finally sent you over the edge.

You squirted for the first time in your life. Sanji let out a loud laugh. He quickly pulled his hand out of your ass in order to slap your clit again and again.

“That’s it, darling!” he exclaimed, pushing your legs back as he stood. “Let’s make that happen again. Here, I just gotta put my cock in you—!”

Right as he pressed the tip of his twitching length against your gaping ass, Zoro cursed and pushed him away from you.

“Fuck her somewhere else,” he glared. “Didn’t we just have a whole conversation about how well she takes my cock in her ass? You can fist her all you want, but I’ll always be the first to properly fuck her there. Wait your turn, cook. You can fuck that hole when I’m done.”

Sanji scoffed, but listened nonetheless. He then turned to his second option. Much like Zoro staking claim on your ass, Luffy had always been the first to pound your tight pussy.

After all, why shouldn’t he be given priority when it came to filling your wet cunt? He had known you the longest, ever since your youthful days on Dawn Island. Not to mention, he was the captain.

This was his ship. And that meant you were his by extension, mostly to pass around and share with his sweaty, moaning crew mates as he saw fit. But if he really wanted to, he could start keeping you to himself, filling you day and night without a care while the others were left to fend for themselves. Then again, Luffy often enjoyed the spectacle his friends provided when they used you.

And Sanji looked particularly desperate at the moment, probably worried about you coming down from your high before he got the chance to send you into overstimulation. Forcing you to release again and again without providing a break for your tight pussy was one of Sanji’s favorite things to do.

After thinking it over, Luffy nodded with a small smile, “You can have her pussy first. Just this once. Just for tonight.”

Sanji quickly thanked him. Standing at the edge of the bed, the cook wrapped your legs around his waist. Grabbing onto your hips, Sanji watched as you shook your head at the new position. Your eyes were hazy and your whines were still being muffled by the underwear in your mouth.

And yet, despite your obvious need for a break, Sanji persisted, “Oh, c’mon, love, I know you’ve got a few more in you. Don’t give up on us yet. You’re not even halfway done.”

He finally pressed into your sopping entrance. He sank his cock deep into you without giving it a second thought. You cried into the fabric still shoved into your mouth when he left no time for you to adjust, immediately pounding into you in an effort to seek his own pleasure. Not to mention, he wanted to see you squirt again.

He roughly massaged and slapped your clit, moaning with a smile each time your tight entrance clenched around him. He and Usopp, who still kept your wrists pinned together, admired the way your back arched and how you wriggled against them.

Sanji’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips while he continued to abuse your clit with his free hand. Usopp leaned over you to lick the tears that rolled down your cheeks before trailing wet kisses along your jawline.

“Doing so well for us,” he muttered. “Our good girl. No one else like you in the world.”

Feeling your muscles tense again, Sanji began to thrust into you at a faster pace. He ran his hands over your warm skin, beads of sweat beginning to appear. Some of his blond hair stuck to his forehead.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum! Take it, darling! Take my fucking cum!” he exclaimed. “Want it dripping down your legs at the next harbor so everyone can see who you belong to! Want to show everyone who breeds this tight cunt! Want to let them all see what we do below deck!”

“Thought you said she can’t get pregnant?” scoffed Zoro, rolling his eyes.

Sanji laughed, “A man can still dream, can’t he? Especially when he’s got a perfect slut like this one.”

With a moan, Sanji leaned down to press his chest to yours, still pumping in and out of you. He tucked his face against your neck. His heavy breath hit your skin with every pant and groan that escaped him. Digging his fingers deep into the flesh of your hips, the sound of slapping skin filled the room.

He quickly pulled the spit-covered underwear out of your mouth, and muttered, “Let us hear those pretty moans. Scream for me, darling. Shout and cry while you cum for me.”

“Oh, fuck, Sanji! Please! Please! I can’t—! I can’t take anymore!” you sobbed, once again attempting to free yourself from Usopp’s strong grip. “Usopp! Let me go! Oh! It’s too much, please! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Love it when you beg like that,” sighed Sanji, giving your clit another slap and covering his fingers in your release, “but it’s going to be a no to all of those requests, my love. You’re here for us, remember? We’ll do as we like and fuck you as we please. You’re ours to fill.”

And fill you, he did. With a groan, Sanji only needed to thrust a few more times before his orgasm took over his body. Cum shot out of his cock in thick, creamy ropes, sinking deep into you as the tip of his length kissed your cervix.

His hips continued to grind against you. However, despite the waves of pleasure that left his cock twitching deep within you, his brow furrowed with dissatisfaction.

Your arousal had covered his thighs and pelvis with every slap of skin-on-skin. You were soaked and left gasping for air. You were covered in a glow of sweat, still trying to pull your wrists from Usopp as he kissed them.

But you didn’t cum. And you definitely didn’t squirt for a second time like Sanji had hoped. He was back at square one, it seemed. Lucky for him, you appeared to be on the cusp of another orgasm. He wouldn’t have to work too hard to force it out of you.

Shaking his head, he sighed disappointedly, “No good, darling. You didn’t cum like I asked. What happened to our good girl? Our perfect little play thing?”

His hold on your hips tightened, which caused your tired eyes to widen. You made yet another failed attempt at escape. As Sanji rose to stand between your legs like he initially had been, he glared down at you. He then gave the side of your ass a bruising slap.

“Are you nothing but a misbehaving whore now?” he asked. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you harder this time.”

He placed his hand over your mouth before you could even attempt to reply. The other gripped the sheets next to you, seeking leverage as his cock sank into you again.

He kept his word, instantly setting a fast pace. His skin slapped against yours with every thrust. He leaned in to press his chest against yours before reaching down between your legs with the hand that had been wrapped up in the sheets.

He swiped at your clit. Beneath him, flush against his skin, you were left with no room to move. Suddenly, you had finally pulled yourself free from Usopp’s grip, causing him to let out a quiet curse.

Meanwhile, Sanji groaned at the feeling of your nails digging into the skin of his back. Just when you thought the two of you couldn’t be closer, he tucked his head into your neck.

Warm, open-mouthed kisses littered your skin. Sanji removed his hand from your mouth, only to wrap it around your throat, squeezing lightly as he leaned in to kiss you. He tasted like heaven.

Your lips parted from his with a whine. The combination of his thrusts, his fingers against your clit, and his lips on your skin sent you over the edge.

You came a second time, covering Sanji’s cock and hand in your release. He pressed his forehead to yours, still panting with every thrust.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Our good girl. So perfect. I know we may be rough with you, but we all adore you. Know that, don’t you? You know that we love you?”

You nodded, eyes clenching tightly, “I love—! Ah! I love you too! Please, Sanji—!”

“Please, what, darling?” he teased with a grin, hips beginning to slow in order to draw out his time with you. Both of his hands moved to caress your cheeks as he planted his elbows on the sheets to keep himself balanced. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything. Whatever that beautiful heart desires.”

You melted in response to his sweet words. It took every bit of your effort to keep yourself from falling into overstimulation.

“Cum, Sanji,” you whispered, palms rubbing over his back in a soothing rhythm. “I want you to cum for me. Please, please.”

He nodded, forehead still against yours, causing your noses to bump with every move he made. Feeling himself growing closer to another orgasm, he repeated his earlier sentiment, “Anything. Anything for you, love.”

His cum filled you for a second time. His pelvis rested flush against your heated skin. Breathing heavily, he layered a few more kisses against your skin, and then he muttered, “Thank you, darling.”

You whined at the loss of him. When he pulled out, a mixture of his release and yours seeped out of you and drenched the bedsheets. You were left reaching out for him, eyes closing with a new wave of exhaustion.

Usopp then helped you move further onto the bed until your head rested comfortably against Luffy’s pillows. He and Nami took up space on either side of you.

Nami’s fingertips traced over your nipples with a coy smile. Usopp, meanwhile, leaned in to layer kisses on your forehead.

The bed sank beneath a sudden weight. A hand tapping your face forced your tired eyes open. At the same time, a deep voice said, “Look at me. Come on, look at me.”

You groaned, but followed their demands despite your exhaustion. You weren’t entirely sure how much longer you could make it.

Zoro hovered over you, gazing down with a small smile, “There’s those pretty eyes. Think you can keep going? It’s my turn now. I’ve been waiting to fill up your ass this whole time. You gonna let me?”

He grinned when you nodded in response. He patted your hips and then rolled you onto your stomach with the help of both Nami and Usopp.

You pressed your face into the pillow, tightly gripping the fabric as he lifted your hips. Zoro wasted no time and immediately began pressing into your ass. Thanks to Sanji’s prep, he had little difficulty in doing so.

Next to you, Nami reached out to slap your ass. On the other side, Usopp ran his fingers along your arched back, quietly muttering, “Almost. He’s almost in. You take cock so well, ya know? You’re always such a good set of holes for us, huh?”

Zoro paused when he was finally balls-deep inside you. He hunched over you from behind, tightly wrapped his arms around your hips, and pressed his forehead against your warm skin. His chest vibrated with every groan as you were left to clutch at the pillow beneath you.

“Bet this feels better than that waiter’s fist, doesn’t it?” he chuckled. “I’m gonna pound this ass so damn hard. I’ve been waiting to cum in it ever since we dragged you in here.”

Arms still around you, he wasted no time in keeping his word. His pace was fast and rough. His cock drove deep into you without restraint. Meanwhile, you were left with nothing but silent screams that failed to escape your raw throat.

“I wonder—! Fuck! I wonder how much a body like yours could bring in at the—! Oh, shit! Ah! At the next port!” laughed Zoro. “Tons of pirates would kill to use a set of holes like this! We could slut you out until it’s time to go. Then we’d have our way with you again once we set sail.”

You whined at the thought of it. The image of you being dragged off the ship, only to be tied up and ravaged by the few drunken sailors who could afford you. All the while, your crew mates counted the Berry that was being dropped into their awaiting palms.

Nami seemed to enjoy the idea as well, letting out a quiet laugh, “I bet even some Marines would have a go.”

Your face was shoved into the pillow by Zoro before you could come up with even a semblance of a response. He continued thrusting his cock in and out of your ass without remorse, purely focused on seeking his own pleasure as he stretched your tight hole even more than already had been.

The others continued spouting out ideas of how they could put your body to further use. They spoke about sharing you so casually. It seemed they wanted the whole world to see how good you are for them.

They would never go through with any of their wild ideas, of course. You knew they’d never be willing to share you with anyone besides themselves. They’d be far too jealous for it.

Slowly slipping away, you hardly even noticed that Zoro had paused to cum inside you. He continued rolling his hips, working to keep himself hard for another round as his cum leaked out from your hole to create a white ring around the base of his cock.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, suddenly yanking your hair in an effort to keep you aware. “Come on, wake up! I’ve still gotta fill you up a little more. Gonna give you all my cum tonight.”

He began to pound into you much harder than he had been. You gasped with each of his thrusts, though he didn’t seem to care very much.

His balls slapped against you. And his hips were surely bruising your ass by now. He was unrelenting as he chased after another orgasm. Sweat beaded upon his furrowed brow, lighting his pleasured expression aglow.

He only slowed his movements when you reached back and attempted to place a hand on his strong thigh. With his pelvis flush against you, he let go of your hair and softly stroked the length of your back instead.

“You all right?” he muttered. “Wanna stop?”

Most people probably imagined Zoro to be rough and nothing more. And they would be partially correct. If only others could experience him like this. A version so beautiful that they would be left with no choice but to see him for who he was deep within his heart.

The concern in his voice and the caring gleam in his eyes were things only you were allowed to witness. His expression softened further when you didn’t respond, your face twisted up in a million emotions as you struggled for air.

“Wanna see you, Zoro,” you whined.

He laughed, realizing what you were referring to. Next to Luffy’s bed, attached to the wall, was a mirror. Perfect for occasions like this.

Zoro was the only one you had ever wanted to watch. There was just something about the way his muscles moved that you really seemed to enjoy admiring.

He wrapped an arm around your chest and tugged you upwards. He was flush against you as you both balanced on your knees. His other hand reached around to grab your chin, forcefully turned your head to the left, and allowed your tired eyes to stare at your reflection.

Zoro’s chest left no space between you with the way he pressed himself against your back. Rolling his hips again, he muttered, “You’re so pretty like this. Before you, I’d never met a whore who likes to see herself get ruined.”

He picked up his pace again without a second thought. He pounded into your ass and allowed you to enjoy the sight in the mirror. His muscles flexed and rippled with every movement. He was glowing with sweat. He was driving you into a haze until he spoke again.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re such a good set of holes for us, aren’t you? Ya know, I’ve always wondered who your favorite is, if you even have one?”

It was finally your turn to tease them for a change. With a gasp, you closed your eyes and grinned, “Oh, trust me. I have a favorite. Ah!”

His grip on you tightened. Each of them had fallen silent. The only sounds being left in the room were that of Zoro’s skin slapping against yours, along with the moans and grunts that escaped the pair of you.

“Want to share, princess?” asked Zoro, tucking his forehead against your shoulder as he panted.

You chuckled, “Not particularly. Oh! I’d like to—! Ah! Oh, yes! I’d like to keep at least one secret to myself.”

Zoro hummed. The vibrations of it against your back nearly made you shudder. The arm that had been wrapped around your chest moved downwards. He didn’t waste a second before slapping your swollen clit.

He chuckled and refused to let you escape when you jerked in his hold, “No secrets on this ship. Not when you’re just here to be used. Fuck! Like the cum slut you are. Shit, fucking take it!”

He stuttered in his thrusts, sinking as far into your ass as he could go. Warm cum shot out in heavy ropes. Some of it seeped out onto Zoro’s cock like it had before.

He always released an astounding amount of cum whenever he orgasmed. It had never been able to completely stay inside you, no matter how much you wanted it to.

With another slap to your clit, he muttered, “Let’s get that secret out of you.”

His eyes met Nami’s and you felt a sudden pit in your stomach. You could handle them separately. But together? They have always been a particularly mean pair, especially on Nami’s side.

“Get your strap,” said Zoro. “I want you to put it in her pussy. We’ll give her no choice but to tell us who her favorite is.”

You were then manhandled into a new position. Zoro moved to lie on his back. He left your back pressed flush against his chest on top of him, allowing you both to stare up at Nami. She kneeled between your legs on the mattress, putting on the strap she had been desperately waiting to use.

Zoro kept you pinned against him with both of his strong arms wrapped around your chest. He hooked his chin on your shoulder, slowly beginning to grind against you as he waited.

Nami spread you open even further by placing your legs on her shoulders. Tightly gripping your thighs, she smirked and tilted her head at you.

You turned your head to look for a savior.

Usopp, who sat on your left, wouldn’t do anything. His eyes were zeroed in on your breasts, waiting to see them bounce each time you got pounded.

Behind him, standing next to the bed, was Sanji. He was busy stroking his length back to life. And, if given the opportunity, you were sure he’d join Nami and Zoro in their crusade.

That left you with one option.

On your right, Luffy sat next to you on the edge of the bed, smiling with dark eyes and a hard cock between his legs. You reached out to him with one hand, which he took just as Nami pushed two fingers inside you.

“Luffy, please,” you gasped. “Don’t you wanna take your turn? You’ve waited so long. Why don’t you fuck me instead? These two might run me dry by the time they’re done. You still want your chance, don’t you?”

He let his eyes wander over Nami and Zoro, both of whom looked at him for an answer. He was the captain, after all. If he wanted to kick them to the curb and have his way with you instead, he could.

When he gave you a soft smile, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, you nearly breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he’d show you mercy.

But your hopes were dashed when he simply chuckled, and said, “If they run you dry, I’ll just get you wet again. Go ahead, you two.”

Your eyes widened, “Luffy—? Ah!”

He grinned at you as Nami suddenly shoved her strap deep inside your pussy. You were filled to the brim by her and Zoro. Both of them immediately began pounding your holes without care.

“I chose the big strap today! Perfect for a stupid slut like you, huh?” laughed Nami. “Gotta make sure that pussy stays stretched out just like your gaping ass. I might even take it off and leave it shoved inside you when we’re done. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You couldn’t respond. The only thing that escaped you were cries, shouts, and moans. Tears slid along your skin one after the other. Zoro nearly chuckled at the way you wriggled in his tight grip.

Nami harshly slapped your clit. Once, twice, and then a third time, each one harder than the last.

“So fucking out of it, aren’t you? Nothing but a filthy, babbling cum slut,” she scoffed. “Might as well not even give you any clothes since you wanna get fucked all the time.”

Zoro groaned, “Great idea, Nami. Never even thought of that. She’d be free for the taking all the time.”

Their thrusts were completely uneven. Each of them were only concerned with using your holes however they deemed fit.

Zoro played with your tits while panting heavily into your ear. You could feel his cock swelling inside you, ready to burst any second.

Nami pressed down on the bulge in your stomach, grinning at how full you were. She continued pounding into your wet entrance without any sign of slowing down.

The others, meanwhile, were enjoying the show. Sanji and Usopp had moved to kneel on the mattress on your left side while Luffy had done the same on your right. The three of them stroked their heavy cocks as they grinned down at you.

Zoro grabbed your jaw from behind and held your mouth open, partially putting an end to your noises, “Let them fill this pretty mouth. Let them dump their loads down your throat so you can swallow it all up like you were made for.”

The three men groaned, each of them cumming at almost the exact same time, once they saw how Zoro opened you up for them. You closed your eyes just in time.

Three loads of cum splattered onto you, all of them aiming for your open mouth and missing terribly. Rope after rope of white covered your face. The streams of cum never seemed to end. Each of their releases mixed with one another upon your skin in a sloppy combination.

Luffy, who still held onto your hand, decided to use that to his advantage, wrapping it around his cock for further pleasure. Usopp had reached out to entangle one of his hands in your hair in an effort to keep you steady. And Sanji, tossing his head back in ecstasy, extended his to caress whatever skin he could find.

Zoro held up the hand that had been holding your jaw, gesturing for Nami to stop thrusting and pulling his cock out of you when she did so. He then tightened his grip around your chest as if preparing for something.

“The waiter got to cum in her cunt,” he muttered. “Think I could get the same opportunity?”

Luffy shrugged with a smile, “Whatever makes you happy, Zoro. Remember, though, I’m only letting this happen tonight. Tomorrow, we’re back to normal, and I’ll be the first one cumming inside that pretty pussy.”

You yelped when he laid a sudden slap against your aching clit. Nami smirked at you in sick amusement, giving a sharp thrust to make you repeat the sound.

Luffy chuckled at the desperate look in your eyes, “So cute. Do whatever you want with her, Zoro. That’s why she’s here.”

Nami began to pull out her strap, only for Zoro to stop her. She raised her eyebrows at him expectantly.

“We can both fit,” he said. “Keep the strap and help me in while I hold her.”

You groaned as Nami eagerly agreed, once again looking to Luffy for a bit of relief. He beamed down at you excitedly and pressed a kiss to your hand.

“Luffy, please—! Mmph—!”

Zoro quieted you by placing his hand over your mouth. He then nipped at your ear, encouraging you to keep still in a muttered voice.

“You can do it!” smiled Luffy, squeezing your hand in his. “You took me and Usopp in the same hole last week! It’s what a pretty slut like you is made for, remember? Maybe we’ll even fit three in there one day.”

Nami guided the tip of Zoro’s length into your wet entrance, where he immediately pushed into you and waited for her to join. And when she finally did, you squealed loudly against Zoro’s hand.

Sanji chuckled at the sight of your eyes screwing shut and your back arching off Zoro’s chest before he yanked you close again, “Likes that, doesn’t she? Sweet little thing.”

Zoro and Nami began ramming into you as best as they could. With him covering your mouth, she was free to play with your clit as she pleased. She slapped, pinched, and massaged your bundle of nerves as you squirmed and shrieked.

“You’re like a doll. Press this button and you start talking,” she chuckled, and then she tightly grasped onto your hips. “Come here, I want to absolutely rail you before Zoro finishes.”

She began thrusting even harder, messily matching Zoro’s timing as he did the same. With both his cock and her strap inside you, everything felt impossibly tight, even with the way they stretched you open for them.

“Cumming,” grunted Zoro. “Gonna fuck my load into your damn womb! Fuck! The cook was right! We can’t get you pregnant, but we can still imagine it! Oh! Shit! Fuck! Ugh, ah!”

“You need to cum too!” demanded Nami, working your clit even more. “C’mon, flood these sheets with your cum, you little bitch! I wanna see you drenched!”

Another orgasm washed over you at the same time as Zoro. Nami pulled her strap out to watch you gush around the swordsman’s length. At the same time, his release began to fill your wet entrance, shooting deep into you and ruining your insides.

Nami stroked your legs as you and Zoro came down from your highs. She removed the strap after seeing how tired they had made you, sitting back to finger herself instead. She was sure that if she took you again, Luffy wouldn’t get what he had waited for this entire time.

With a grunt, Zoro rolled you off him, sending you to the right. He sat up and looked at the way you rested on your side, barely able to move out of pure exhaustion. After giving your swollen ass a few gentle pats, he went to get dressed before standing next to Usopp and Sanji, both of whom had done the same.

It didn’t take long for Nami to reach her release. Her cum-soaked hand directed a final slap onto your thigh. She couldn’t help but smirk at the sound of your tired groans. She quickly got dressed as well.

A gentle hand ran back and forth over your skin. Your eyes opened to find Luffy smiling down at you. You pushed yourself into his touch with a content sigh.

“You look pretty, Luffy,” you muttered. “Like an angel. You even got a fluffy halo.”

Zoro quietly scoffed, “Knew he was her favorite.”

“Don’t be jealous,” muttered Nami.

Luffy barely even spared them a glance, continuing to focus on you instead. He beamed at your compliment regarding his dark curls.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, pulling at his hand. “Want you.”

He chuckled, examining your messy appearance, “You sure you don’t wanna go to sleep? You look worn out.”

You shifted to lie on your stomach and press a kiss against his thigh. One of your hands reached out to wrap around his cock, leaving him with a gasp on his lips as you slowly stroked him.

“Wanna be good for you,” you said. “Please?”

With a moan, he nodded. He reclined back against his pillows, helping you move to the space between his legs. Without a second thought, you began pleasuring him.

As you worked your hand along his length, Luffy looked at the rest of his crew, and said, “Sanji, could you get her a snack and some water? Usopp, Nami, some towels and a change of clothes to clean her up a little, please? And Zoro, maybe get a warm bath started for her?”

They each nodded before setting off to complete their task, but not before leaning in to either touch you gently, give you a kiss, or mutter a few sweet words.

They didn’t bother shutting the door behind them. Neither you nor Luffy cared anyway.

He sighed as you took him into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him and one of your hands gave his balls some attention as well. He quickly grasped the other and kissed it, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Everything is slow now that the others have gone. In moments like this, Luffy often felt like the softest of them all, made up of dreams and unspoken love.

He came with a sigh, still allowing you to set the pace as his cum flooded your mouth. You swallowed around him before licking up the rest of his dripping release.

Shifting completely onto his back, he encouraged you to take up a new position on top. He ran his hands over the expanse of your back when you leaned into him after sinking down onto his throbbing cock.

“Take a break and let me do the work,” he sighed. “You’ve been so good for us, you deserve it. Let me make you cum one last time.”

He felt you nod against him. You hid in the crook of his neck, sighing at the feeling of his slow, gentle thrusts. It was a nice change of pace in comparison to the others.

Luffy layered soft kisses against your bare shoulder, each one completed with a groan that left the back of his throat. The heat of his skin set you alight.

“Were they too rough with you tonight?” he muttered. “I can tell them to go easy if you need me to. Nami and Zoro especially. I know how those two can get.”

“No, I’m okay,” you whispered, using your index finger to trace the muscles of his tan chest. “I liked it, I promise. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I’m the captain. I’m also your friend,” he whispered. “It’s my job to take care of you. Especially after you’ve taken such good care of us.”

“Okay, Luffy,” you conceded, knowing he wasn’t going to back down from this particular debate, “then take care of me.”

With your permission given, his thrusts sped up. He pounded up into you while simultaneously doing his best to bounce you on his length. You gripped the pillow beneath his head and moaned as he used you to his heart’s content.

“Really should find a way to mark you,” he grunted, “so everyone knows you belong to the future King of the Pirates and his crew.”

“I’m yours, Luffy,” you whimpered. “Yours. Sanji’s. Nami’s. Usopp’s. Zoro’s. Ah! I belong to whoever you say. You’re my captain. Please!”

“You’re right,” he groaned, hands moving to grope your ass. “You do whatever I say. And you get fucked by whoever I want you to fuck. Don’t you? Huh?”

“Yes!” you cried. “Doesn’t matter who, you can make me take anyone you want! Oh!”

“I’ve got a friend named Koby,” he hissed. “He’s going to become a Marine. Next time we see him, you’re letting the two of us spit roast you. I know he’s probably dying for a release with a good, worthy pussy. You can choke on my cock while he fills up that tight hole.”

“I will! I’ll let him put all his cum inside me!” you gasped. “I’ll take anyone’s load, just tell me who!”

“Well,” he grinned, “right now you’re taking mine.”

At that, he shoved himself deep into you, cockhead quivering and aching as cum spurted out of his swollen tip. You all but collapsed against his chest, officially unable to move anymore as your walls fluttered with your own orgasm.

“That’s it, that’s it,” cooed Luffy, fingertips digging into your flesh. “Zoro was right about you being a perfect cum dump. You take it so well, no matter how hard you’ve been pounded.”

Eyes closing, you couldn’t even think of a response. Luffy’s load began leaking when he finally pulled out of you. He grinned at your sweaty, exhausted appearance. He then pressed a kiss to your temple and rubbed your back a few more times before he spoke.

“Come on, let’s get you into that bath and feed you some dinner. Gotta make sure you’re ready to go again tomorrow!”

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shlutnutt · 9 days

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In honor of this account turning 3(???) here’s a threesome fic lol

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Pervy Desires

sum : past hookup; Eddie Munson, didn’t want to let you cum, so someone had to!

steve x eddie x reader threesome smut

w: bartender reader x steve/eddie customers, unprotected sex, spanking, lots of pp print, evbdy is a perv, tipsy intercourse, 2pp bj, name calling(soft & rough), soft dom steve x rough dom eddie x sub reader, humping, deep kissing, oral (mm receiving + f receiving), chatter box Eddie x quieter Steve, choking, orgasm denial, reader having a thing for hands? breast suckiling, cum dumping

The tatted one was a frequent, usually hanging with friends or simply strolling alone for a couple beers and drunken chats. Although not often upfront when it came to it, Eddie purely came in for you. So evident he knew you remembered those pretty hands of his from somewhere; always teasingly looping digits around his cups and bottles, rings clinking within every occasional sip of alcohol he’d savor. Fuck was he a sight to see.

He has flirted with you countless of times before, words you memorized strategically involved unsober confessions as to how he’d love to share you with his best friend. He was too wasted to filter himself so Munson went into explicit description as to how he would fuck you first, would then let his friend get a go, and how finally, they’d both dump their warmths into your mouth. Soft lips of his spurring drunken words that easily had you reminiscing each and every second you sighted, ravaged and soaked him in, system jolting to his presence.

You weren’t much of an angel either though, those hands and tatted arms were the principal of your returning shameful fantasies; the thought of how fitting his fingers would look decorating the hem of your neck right at that instant had you needy to pursue, how pretty would his darkened hair look coated in his earned sweat, he had you craving every ounce of him and he knew so too.

Many more pervy thoughts barged along when you looked to the left of him; there was Eddie’s friend, who you overheard named after Steve. His eyes looked so dangerously warm it made you quirm, already stiff as a board in those pretty worn jeans, perfectly hugging his long cock tight. You only imagined how he’d link his length inside you, wondering just how smooth he’d dance his hips along your own, to have the perfect feel of him fucking you just right. You weren’t sure what it was about him that had you feeling this way but fuck was he just the perfect add-on.

Heavy arms now raised high above his head in stretch, you noticed his shirt looked stylishly torn, crop going undetectable until now. His belly was toned well, pretty lines sculpting the track towards his bulge, you couldn’t contain but to catch a glimpse of the dark trail you hoped you’d see again tonight before he returned to his original stance. He stood now, shifting his hands onto his belt buckle, subconsciously toying around with the material he wore. You knew you’ve had enough, you needed one of them, you needed both.

“Sorry, I’ll get to you guys in a second-

-Hello, Munson boy.”

you bounced back and fourth between customers and acknowledged Eddie, breaking that loud hitch of silence between you two after your last sensual encounter, tone so flirty on the name you almost entirely threw yourself at him. Having you speak to him in that way he so actively remembered from your guys’ adventures immediately had him hooked soulessly. You caught the man drawing a hint of a smirk onto his face, eyes had become darker remembering easily just how to push you past your limit.

“hello, pretty..” he saluted back, hand playfully waving at you, eyes becoming prominent to the attention given.

“Bit crowded tonight, no?” you telepathically spoke to him.

“we’ll be here some time, no rush.” he continued. Eddie quickly found a way into replying to your perverted wishes, making sure you knew he’s in no plan of leaving until the bar emptied just the right amount for him to make you his. Voice grew dark along with his need for you, massive hands reaching into his pocket in search for his used up wallet. Already, eye-counting the number of people left in the way.

“Hello to you too, new guy.” you spoke to his friend now, kindly appreciating them both, making sure he wasn’t left out in the slightest. The nickname brought out a deep chuckle, almost offended that you didn’t just ask him his name.

“Ahh, new guy?” he tempted along with you, trapping your glance right along his,

“Just Steve, bartender lady.” he added amusingly, returning the quirky comedic relief. He made sure you pictured well how massive he looked as he hovered over you carefully, lips so eager to do more, Eddie admiring the play.

Although tempted, you sassily brushed the men off and found your way towards a customer seated towards the far end of the counter.

Steve felt content with the ghost of your presence you having him left with the image of you playfully rolling your dolly eyes at him. He loved the way you toyed around, fully adored how bratty you started with him, he quickly pictured the many ways he can get you to behave for him.

Steve and Eddie both stood and preyed on you while you picked up the leaving customer’s excessive tip, with that, a moist towel to wipe the counter down. You strolled around your area in search for a cleaning product, firm ass hidden away in the airy skirt you wore along with a white button down blouse as uniform, hair kept free.

The men blended in with the crowd and made their ways close to you once more, in hopes of occupying the best seats in the bar with little to no difficulty.

You further cleaned the surface down, spraying liquids onto the counter, the men going unnoticed. You were now almost dancing to the music played, slightly shaking your hips to the beat, gliding your hands left and right across the spot, pretty cleavage decorating your chest.

You caught Steve’s cocky grin along with Eddie’s steady glare, your eyes automatically stuck wandering off lower as they took advantage of the low angle you cleaned in, having their cocks appear far more prominent than necessary. The men both were larger and printed, almost as if they intentionally wore the tightest pants they had in their closets for you.

Tonight, you were sure those two together would cause some trouble, they had you feeling ways in which you couldn’t explain, like they reached into your head and twisted it in ways to fulfill their utmost desires. You were drenched and they haven’t even been in for ten minutes, how they technically flashed their cocks on your face had you sick of hiding it any longer.

“open for two?” voiced Munson, referring to the area you just wiped down, two bar-stools open and available right ahead of your busiest station. His eyes were piercing, attractive, they spoke to you more than his lips did. You accepted, shooting a smile before wiping your hands dry onto your tight blouse, ready for their requests. The men sat, warm toned lamps above each of their heads beautifully lighting them to frame.

“What can I serve you guys with?” you were quick to keep it all professional, avoiding the intense eye contact with the man that could undress you bare now.

“two beers, pretty.” He reached his hand up to view, having you with no choice but to acknowledge him again, single-handedly placing a large bill between his digits and passing it like he was intentionally modeling his ring-filled fingers for you. Taking the bill from his wider hand you noticed a knowing grin on his face to the look you shot him, same knowing look he used to shoot you when he used to tease the shit out of you back to when you two used to shared classes together.

It’d be easy to say that those casual little hookups you had with Eddie all over school grounds back in the day had you recognize him immediately, since the very first day he even stepped into your bar. Pure memories of those times Munson would choke you down onto those firm sleeping trees, bark so pale it’d be easy rip, anomalistically pounding into your cunt like his life depended on it, breathy grunts which’d have you begging him for more. Holding a leg up with an arm, as he’d push the rest of your weight up with his own, Eddie would have you coming repeatedly for him like it was all a game. And god did he love it.

It all came back though; that tightening sensation in the pit of your stomach as you watched him attentively speak with the one handsome companion lying beside him, lips smoothly sharing words you could easily picture as dirty.

You returned to them, lowering the freshly stocked beer bucket infront the men, both attentively observing how you removed each drink from the ice storage they cooled in, noticing how hypnotically their eyes toyed with your breasts.

The bar remained of only a couple of regulars who remained out of view in that large bar you worked at, them usually finding their ways out the door before the clock hit midnight.

“wanna show us around, princess?” interrupted Eddie, lips curving upwards to the flinch you gave when you felt his firm grip find a way towards your lower waist across the booth, so sneakingly holding your body as his. You knew exactly what he meant, of course you followed along,

“Only if I can get both.”

You leaned in and kissed him, warm lips tangling harshly with your own. Eddie groaned to the gesture, rapidly dragging your body across the counter to get it to wrap around his.

You whimpered for him, hands pulling onto the dark tank he wore. He listened and sat you onto the counter, backed away a second to remove the fabric, toned body creeping up to light, messy curls frantically going back to form onto the front of his face. You wanted him and you showed him well, but he quickly showed you he wanted you more.

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Eddie savagely tore that work skirt you wore, holding the fabric between thick-fingers tearing up to down, this exposing the pretty panties worn beneath them. He carried your weight downstairs to where the break room sat, he kicked away the tables intervening the couches, leaving the area open with just two long parallel couches. Munson then lightly pushed you down onto the sofa, him quickly fastening his way above you, both your hands held down in restraint with a single one of his, rough fingers looped around your wrists stiffly pressing down. He’s got you held down just exactly how he pictured and you loved every thought of that.

“..open your legs for me.” he was firm, voice altered in a way it came out as a demand but used with such praise it had you yearning for him more. Slow hands approached your chest, deep inhales following from the tease. You instantly gave in, lovingly separating your legs for him, wide enough to wrap around his toned back, cunt so tightly tucked away into the panties he’d yank off now if he wanted to. Dark breaths slipped Eddie’s as he felt his crotch gain a chance into pushing deeper into your clothed core, you allowed the tease you felt above your bud and hugged his body tighter, nails sharply decorating the skin.

Although lost in the feeling, you felt your eyes wander off onto Steve, dick rock hard just by watching how Eddie humped himself into you. Free hand toying around with your breasts, mouth tuning right onto your ear; Steve just wished it was him, he fucking wished he was the reason why your mouth remained wide open, thoughtless eyes so needy to be done just right, you watched as he throbbed to the sight. He was tall, shiny waves making him taller, his breath only hitched to the eye contact he dedicated with you. Eyes hadn’t parten yours not once, almost as if he was sending subliminal messages as to what he’d do to you next. He seemed a lot more distant than Eddie would’ve ever been but fuck he had a cock he so proudly wore.

Smiling at the man who twitched in his pants, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you began feeling Eddie’s strokes a lot deeper inside you now. How swiftly he replaced the coverage of your panties with the head of his cock had your focus right back onto him.

“you feel so fucking good” you praised in between moans to how firm he fucked your sensitive hole. Eddie was ecstatic above you, tattoos no nicely beginning to gain a smooth coverage from his sweat. Smirking in between wet strokes to how quickly he got you to regain his attention, eyes dark and in complete control over you, he fucked himself into you deeper.

“..isn’t this what you wanted?..” Eddie now continuously slammed his dick far inside you, you felt your legs weaken along with that familiar electricity rushing your veins. Cock tilting upwards to that spot you felt the most pleasure from, you savored the feeling of every inch of his bruising your cervix. Munson continued, “..for my cock to be buried so deep inside you I can’t fuck any further? mhm?” Sadistically, the man mocked your moans as you became a mess beneath him. He was thick, and knew how to use his gift well, thick heartfelt veins glued onto the underside of his cock, soft rounded tip hitting the sweetness of your pussy, you needed him to make you cum.

“…didn’t think we’d notice your pervy little self staring at our cocks all night?...” Eddie messily humped his cock into your warmth now, his eyes tightly shut soaking in every last bit of pleasure. “instead of doin’ her job, this slutty little brat..wanted to drool over two-” Eddie hissed, cutting himself off. ”warm hole..” His breath hitching high at the end of his degradation, teeth grit together as he soon became a grunting monster for you, hair an absolute pretty tangle mixing a nice blend along his reddening cheeks. Eddie grabbed you and held you in-front of him close, still ravishingly belting into your cunt, he lowered his thumb onto your sensitivity bud rubbing perfect-paced circles onto the skin. He stared close into your eyes as he sent you over the edge, fucking you with his thumb and his cock, he knew what he was doing.

“i’m.. i’m-gonna”

“gonna’ what, sweetheart? you gonna’ what?” he lengthened his whiny tone in his last spoken word, toying the shit out of your climax.

Munson made sure he pumped for every single drop of his cum onto your frustrated body first, for him to later on fulfill his desire of dumping his second cum into your mouth. Feeling that explosive feeling approach it’s way through you, weakening you completely as Eddie held your weight, you watched as he fucked into your cunt once more before dangerously pulling away and releasing all over your breasts and abdomen. As if it was his pity gift for denying your orgasm.

Pure disappointment was written all over your face, all towards the man who devilishly enjoyed every second of detaining your orgasm. You felt him openly humiliate how worked up he’s got you, jeans soon choking his cock once more as he headed over towards Steve.

“fuck you” you spit at Eddie. Over with his bullshit games and so sexually frustrated you’ll kill to have anyone finish the job he’s started. You watched as he simply just looked up to where you sat across him, intimidating eyes grew fierce, lips remained shut and serious.

Your knees locked beneath you to the way he took a single look at you and turned his eye back to Steve, he immediately after got up from his stance and slowly nodded to your disrespect, the way he looked right now could’ve easily made you cum if you weren’t so frustrated with him. Slow predatory walk approached, wet hair concealing away the brightest parts of his eyes. He reached a hand and pulled you in by your neck threatening;

“..I swear you I’ll make you the biggest slut you’ve never even thought yourself capable of being.” he spoke, jeans loose and belt adding to the ambience along with the both of your lost breaths. He kissed you once before finding seat right next to Steve again, this time legs sat wide, and his back sinked into the couch, like he was ready for a show. The show he was aching to witness.

“..Stevey here says he wants his cock warmed up” Eddie now taunted away at Steve who could pop away his zipper if he hardens just a bit more, his hairy chest creeping out the shirt he wore, lips parted exasperatingly open as his legs slightly twitched from self-restraint.

Steve quickly used his fingers to signal you to go over towards him, he smiled at how you sweetly wiped your face with an arm and crawled your way to him.

He reached for you, assisting in any way he could’ve to accommodate your nude self onto his clothed lap. He took a look at you, at how sexually frustrated you presented yourself to him. Almost immediately he began placing little kisses onto your forehead, then cheek forwarding to your neck. Your eyes were sealed shut to the pretty feeling now, he held you so nicely that you felt yourself embarrassingly dampening his blue jeans. You soon felt his pair of cold hands directing your mandible to a pair of lips you glided with gently, you desperately inhaling as much of him as you could. His mouth was almost admiring, he appreciated your skin with adoration, he was easily the perfect balance to Eddie.

“Can I kiss you?” purred Steve onto the nape of your neck, gently kissing onto the exposed skin, traces of saliva gifting view onto his now fluffier lips. He was so sweet towards you, cleaning away left tears and admiringly massaging your shoulders strolling down to your arms. Steve only brushed his lips against yours, slowly toying away every time you tried fully closing the gap.

“I need you to kiss me.” you almost begged for his lips to explore your own, for them to sweeten your mouth just how he showed you he was able to sweeten your body. Steve paused and suddenly carried your weight onto the wall that sat behind you all, he wanted to get you warmed up to himself with a different feel from the couch first.

Harrington held you up against the wall and gently lowered his head, kissing you, lips crashing together like waves in the ocean, his lips were soft against yours, but you needed more. You inhaled sharply, aggressively clinging onto his shirt, needing all of him as much as possible, for him to finally make you cum, for him to put an end to the torture that is his tease. Steve caught on and returned the kiss harder, this time your bottom lip was captured between his and he began pursuing his body closer to yours, hardness pressing onto your stomach. Steve enjoyed every second of having you teased to the bare point you’re pathetically begging him to take his turn fucking you. Having him know exactly what it is he needed to do to have you beg his touch, to do about just enough to you and your body that you’re left with no choice that you can’t avoid wanting him this badly. Steve only proceeded to rubbing himself onto you harder, faster and smoother, he was now bucking himself onto your body. Soon after, the kiss grew incompetent, his tongue now involved you automatically got ahold of him in that cotton-top he wore

“I need to taste you. Let me taste you.” Steve only grew hungrier for you, the hungrier you grew for him, his mouth becoming sloppier synchronized with your own rhythm from the thought of finally savoring your pussy. You eagerly nodded to the man’s request, Steve impulsively beginning his trail of warm kisses along the path between your cum-filled breasts, him repeating the act to return and beginning with licking strips of saliva onto the cuddly skin,

“put them in my mouth” he kneeled below you, having his head be in perfect alignment with your tits as you just lowered into his open mouth.

Steve ravilishly latched onto your skin, using his tongue to tease your nipples you watched how he massaged your breasts as if they were only his. He wanted his mouth attached to every body part of yours and he showed you so by taking one of your breasts into the mouth he used to suck, groaning to himself from the taste. Holding the remaining of the skin into his hand, attaching and detaching himself with ‘pop’ sounds, strings of saliva following his soft lips and the breasts he suckled, he was doing everything just right. Him doing this nonstop you notice he slowly led his head down to your needy cunt. Steve held one of your legs above his shoulder and returned to his height, holding your weight up in the air before digging his head further between your thighs. Gently, he inhaled the natural esoteric scent you released, he kissing along your pussy lips before he instinctively took your clit into his mouth and continued to slurp every drop of your juices accessible. Steve now led your other leg above his other shoulder and tongued you down deeper, you wrapping your legs along his back, him holding you still with his grip.

Screaming inaudible praises you felt as Steve began taking steps from his stance and held you tight by your ass. He had his fingers sculpting you perfectly in his hands as he carried your weight above his head right back onto the couch you two played on before, his strength just turned you on more.

Eddie only groaned to himself from what he witnessed now, him unzipping his jeans to pump his tired cock from how provokingly you’re getting treated infront of him.

You quickly crawled off of Steve and laid onto the couch with your ass up in the air for him, arms holding the rest of your weight, Munson’s cock getting jerked off right on your face.

“Fuck.”

Steve husked to himself, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth from the demonstration of how much you craved him, if eyes could speak his would say he was gonna fuck you right there, right now. You looked completely vulnerable to him, your holes were arched up for display for Steve who stared down at you, how you’re so prettily positioned for him, for his cock.

“Oh i’m gonna’ fuck you so hard..”

You felt him shift and mumble to himself, he was so serious, so fucking ready to push his cock into your pussy. He quickly ripped his pants away and stripped from his decorated boxers, you nodded as he toyed his length around your vulva in consent for him to finally adjust his head into your opening. He tapped his heavy cock onto your exterior before making his way in, sliding into you gently for you to take his width, firm hands pressing onto your arched waist,

“Just a little more for me baby, Oh yeah, you can take me so good.” continued he, grabbing onto the ass that danced along with his hips, him using your handles as extra support. He pushed himself further in, widening your hole to his size, you screeched to the feeling, “Shh, good girl.”

You moaned away causing the stranger to speed up. You loved his cock and you told him so in between teary mumbles and fuck you meant it, the way he fucked you felt so warm, he filled your cunt so perfectly, tips of his fingers not for once detaching from your body, wet kisses onto your mouth and dirty little praises into your ear. He’d become just the right amount of aggressive for you now, Steve latched onto your locs, soft grip to remove any excess from your face. He fucked himself into you just right and fuck how loud he was took over you completely. Steve held onto you harder, the hand that grabbed onto your hair soon reaching out to smack your ass; firm grips finalizing each touch. He fucked you so good you felt yourself unable to keep your mouth closed, you euphorically came with ease for him, body fluids dripping out of your cunt to which he swiped with his fingers and tongue-cleaned up entirely, mouth of his glistening with the moistness of your release.

“I want you to show me, show me how much you love this cock, beautiful.” Steve bargained, cock spraining out of your cunt to meet eye to eye with your nose as he sweetly kneeled you before him. He was throbbing for you, leaking mixtures of precum and your own arousal, dick so angelically sculpted you couldn’t hold aback anymore just how much you’d love to hear his pretty sounds again. You took him into your mouth, so gracefully kitten licking that desperate tip of his, you quickly allowing him to shape your mouth with his entrance. He felt warm and hard, pulsating inside your mouth like he’s never gotten a blowjob before. Steve tasted fresh on your tongue..

“Fuck- your mouth, agh- your mouth..”

He moaned away, voice coming out so surprisingly high-pitched it had your thighs locked together. Eddie just pumped his cock, wishing it was his cock you were swallowing instead. You knew that to him this was all blissful, drunk enough to not even attempt to hide his pretty moans but sober enough to know he wanted you to do this for him and so much fucking more. Eddie stood near you two now, him pumping his cock across your forehead while you choked on Steve’s. “..fucking look him in the eye while he bruises your throat, slut.” Eddie demanded, grabbing you by the throat and pushing you forward deeper onto Steve’s dick, your eyes attached onto Steve’s needier ones.

“Think you can fit two whole cocks inside that pretty mouth, think so baby?” Steve praised away, It took you completely for surprise how he went from shy and quiet to large and bold, but you loved it fucking loved this side of him.

Eddie instantly had his dick connecting to your cheek and grinned devilishly to the sight beneath him, occasionally swiping his length across your face patiently awaiting for an approval. Steve took his time desiring your mouth before he suddenly shifted himself to the far right of your cheek, bloating it a bit as he gave Eddie some space to fit himself into your gape. You took the men in, careful to not sink your teeth onto either one but confident enough to lick and suck them both satisfactorily. They both enjoyed how well taken care of you’re being right now, both just looking down at you, one seemingly on the verge of coming down your throat whilst the other couldn’t wait to have you comfortable enough to fuck your face in. Your cheeks remained bloated as you savored the taste of each of their cocks at once, obviously not being able to get them far in to how big they were.

Eddie now moved and stood behind you whilst Steve continued to bulk his hips infront of you.

“…what a cock-sucking whore, like me watching you down his cock don’t you, princess?” he grabbed a another significant amount of your hair and had you look back at him, fingers of his teasing at your nipples as Steve’s length not for once detached from your lips.

“Mhm” you tuned, meeting eye to eye with Eddie now who now took your arm in his hand and single-handedly led it to his hardness, having you jerk him off while you sucked off Steve. In between Steve’s praises and Eddie’s grunting you felt yourself become just as close as Steve was. They both praised, you were suckling each one now, turning every once in a while to face each of their cocks fairly.

“atta girl..so happy to have daddy share you with his friend, yeah?” giritted Munson, his large hand holding your neck to get off to the feel of his dick disappear into your throat. He was close, it was easy to memorize how sexily his stomach would tone whenever he was ready to feed you his cum.

“open.. your fucking mouth.” Eddie intervened, eyes rolling as he pumped another shot of his warmth right into your open mouth, him slapping the residue onto your cum-dripping lips. The man worn out of breath from his second release but fuck was he so hungry to watch how good you are at taking two cumshots into your mouth. He moved away and gave his friend space to dump his cum in right along with his own.

Steve neared his way to you, carefully accommodating each one of his thighs on either side of your head positioning you for the receiving of his shot. You innocently looked up at him, how you opened your cum-filled mouth for him instantly sent him over to his climax, he was already shooting strings of cum all over your face following loud whines in which he couldn’t contain.

“You’re so.. fucking perfect..” cherished Steve, leaving you a complete slutty cum-filled mess.

You swallowed their seed whole to from which they both fucking admired you doing for them.

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Both Steve and Eddie got dressed quickly before strolling around in search of your own clothes. They firstly began by sweetly wiping away any residue mess you might’ve gotten left with, tons of damp paper towels from the bathroom helping you get cleaned up. Work blouse getting put over your head by one whilst the other helped your arms go through the fabric, skirt getting placed and zipped up whilst you got assisted in your dressing.

They both ended the night by kissing your skin adoringly before helping you close the place up. They contributed in every way possible to leave the room and the bar spotless for you, comforting you along the way to Eddie’s van.

You sat in the back with Steve who held your sleepy head onto his lap, caressing away your hair and your face whilst Eddie played some of your favorites and carefully drove you home, checking up on you more than needed.

Easy to say that it was all destined to be as you attempted to hover those slutty little after-thoughts to the inactive part of your brain, to which were kept restrained in compulsion throughout the night to when you first met eye to eye with the men you sat in that van with. You felt at ease now though, you were getting treated like the princess the men saw you as, and you loved every single minute of it…

Whatever the fuck they were doing tonight ; drunkly slurring words onto one another, lips so eagerly speaking about something so reluctant had you locked onto them. Had you recklessly doing things you never thought yourself to do.

Eddie was right, he made you a so much bigger slut than you saw yourself capable of being.

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Hi Alex!

I don’t think it’s stupid or cheesy to miss someone, I miss you too! Going back to normal after being on holiday is always horrible, especially after this one, and especially having to go back to school, I’m not a big fan! Do you go to school too? I wanted to ask if you did but I couldn’t… it’s nothing personal, by the way, sometimes I just can’t speak to people and I don’t really know why. I thought it was my decision if I did or didn’t before I met you but maybe not. My parents n’ the teachers at school call it selective mutism but I won’t bore you with all that crap.

I can’t see your new teeth but they grow fast so maybe next time! If they don’t maybe you could get some gold one’s like your dad has, unless you don’t wanna look like a pirate lol.. my littlest sister has four teeth now, and I have all my big teeth! I haven’t counted the twins though cos they’d probably bite me if I tried haha!!

Ava is the tiny one with the blonde pigtails! She’s cute but she still sleeps and poops a lot haha, she’s sorta chill though and definitely doesn’t cry as much as Wren and Byrd used to (have you noticed we’re all named after birds yet? I guess my parents thought it was cute since our last name is Finch) Wren’s the ginger one with plaits! She’s pretty funny but she’s super grumpy sometimes and likes to bite and kick (not me though, she loves me) I think it’s cos she’s tired a lot cos she never sleeps at night, kinda like dad.. they’re twins but Byrd is way different, I couldn’t get a picture of him cos he kept running off, he’s crazy like that but he’s super snuggly and loves playing doctor! He likes to pretend to break my legs so I can’t go anywhere then fix them for me haha. Brothers and sisters are fun but they can be a pain in the butt sometimes! We have a cat called Lou too, his full name is Toulouse and he likes to bring us leaves from the garden and scream about ‘em, and he loves stealing food when you’re not looking.

Dad’s been teaching mom how to cook cos she sucks at it (don’t tell her I said that though cos I always pretend it’s not THAT bad) she’s sorta getting better though so I suppose the whole practice makes perfect thing pays off eventually. I got a school project to make a lame volcano that I didn’t wanna do as well, but my parents made me do it anyway.. we all know that real volcanoes aren’t full of baking powder and vinegar though so I dunno if there was much point to it but they seemed to think it was important so I did it anyway, at least I got a picture of it “going off” I guess. No one likes homework, even if it’s supposed to be fun, right?!

It’s cool you set Amber free!! I’m sure she’s happier wherever she is now so I guess you could just think of that when you miss her? The rocks are way cooler anyway! My aunt Aspen has loads of crystals too, sometimes she even charges them in the sun or the full moon.. I keep forgetting to ask her why but I’ll try and remember so I can tell you next time!

Hahaa your poor dad with those birds! I’ll definitely keep the picture cos it’s hilarious, Wren found it the funniest but don’t worry, I’ll keep the picture safe from her sticky hands! I have a hiding spot in the attic for all the stuff I don’t want them touching. I guess birdwatching is sorta fun sometimes but you’ve gotta be quiet (easy for me I guess.. hah!) I’m not sure there’s any other birds round here other than seagulls since we live right next to the sea, those are the ones you can hear the most anyway cos they never shut up! My dad jokes that he used to be a seagull in a past life cos he’s loud and greedy like they are lol.. he’s been building me a treehouse too, I bet that’d be good for birdwatching!! It’ll be super cool once he’s finished but it’s taking ages cos he mostly does it all by himself, I try n’ help sometimes but I’m still too small to carry or lift most things.. I wanna be as strong as him one day, he can build and fix almost anything (he swears a lot during it though haha!) Do you ever think about what you wanna be when you grow up? I don’t really think about that sorta stuff cos working sounds boring, especially if it’s as lame as school!!

I’m ten, by the way! How old are you and when’s your birthday? Mine’s February 22nd. I don’t think I have a favourite food, anything my dad makes is amazing cos he’s a good cook and my mom makes the BEST pancakes! We’re always stuffed after dinner but dad says (lies) that pudding goes in a different part of your stomach so there’s always room for cake haha.. I think I like it best when he makes spicy food but Wren and Byrd hate it so he doesn’t make stuff like that too often. It’s fun to see how much you can eat before your mouth feels like it’s on fire and I’ve decided I’m gonna beat him one day so he better watch out!!!

I didn’t know what to write at first but I guess I sorta ended up writing quite a lot since I had some catching up to do! Are you and your dad on holiday in the tower or are you living there for now? It sorta sounded like you’ve been there a long time, where do you usually live? What kinda stuff does your dad dig up for work? It’d be cool if he dug up dinosaur bones!! I watched something like that recently and they were HUGE!

It’s hard to think of questions on the spot but you can talk about anything you want too! I probably owe you a million answers as well so you can ask anything you want too! I had fun reading your letter and I’m glad we can be pen-pals even if we don’t get to see each other! Maybe next time we meet in person I’ll be able to say something, but writing would still be fun too so I guess it doesn’t really matter, right?

Love Robin c:

ps. I’m keeping the funny photo of you yelling at your dad and there’s nothing you can do about it!!

pps!! I don’t have a way to print out photos yet otherwise I’d have sent some new ones. Dad gave me an old polaroid ages ago but it’s still broken, his friend said he might be able to fix it though so hopefully I can use that next time. Mom said you can have some of our old ones and the ones from her disposable camera whilst we were on holiday for now though so I’ll send those to you as soon as they come back!

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jasmines-library · 4 months

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batfam with the youngest robin (prob 12-13) who gets kidnapped by the joker during a mission and a year or so later the joker reveals the kid who is now brainwashed to be the joker jr

i was thinking like maybe how they’d react and maybe that they can rescue y/n and un-brainwash them and like comfort them and stuff

if not that’s fine i don’t mind!!! i can also like explain better if needed lol

The Stranger In The Mirror.

Note: You guys literally send in the best requests, I took inspo from Batman Beyond where this happens to Tim but I also added my own little twists as always.

Warnings: Torture (graphic), brainwashing, manipulation, drugging, breakdown basically hurt not comfort (poor reader is going through it all in this one.)

Word count: 2.5k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

“Help! Somebody please!”

You heard the cry before you saw what was happening. A female voice begging desperately for help, pleading for mercy as the two men backed her against the wall of the alley. They stalked towards her menacingly and you could see the way her face contorted with a fear that gripped her so tight as she moved feebly in an attempt to get past the two men. But they were large and between them took up most of the alley so that it was nearly impossible for her to slip past, and even if she did they would be on her in a second.

Using your grappling hook to secure a line on a nearby railing, you propelled yourself down from the rooftop. Before your feet hit the floor, you took the crooks out with a well placed blow that sent them crumpling to the ground like a sack of flour. Resheathing your hook, you turned to the woman.

“Are you alright, Miss?”

She smiled, looking at you from under the brim of her hat with an all too familiar smile “Much better now you’re here.”

A brief flash of recognition crossed over your face, obscured by your mask as you realised who those brown eyes belonged to but you had no time to act on it before she hit you on the back of the head. Hard. With a manic laugh.

“Night night, Birdy.”

When you awoke, you were laying on something cold. A piece of metal that you had been bound to by ropes that burned against your wrists and feet as you struggled to free yourself. The table was tilted at an angle that allowed you to squint against your throbbing head to take in your surroundings. The room you were in was well lit and seemed surprisingly sterile given the situation. Strange concoctions of colours that made you grimace hung on the walls and bubbled away in tubes on one of the many workbenches across the room. The tools made your stomach churn. But then you saw him.

Perched all high and mighty in a chair opposite you the Joker had sprawled himself out across a chair, flashing you one of his sickening, signature grins.

“Hiya, Birdy!” He stood with glee, making his way over to you with a spring in his step-almost like he was skipping.

“Why the hell am I here, Joker?” You spat at him, baring your teeth.

“Can’t a guy just hang out with his favourite vigilante?” He mused, turning away from you as he began organising things on the desk that you couldn’t see, you tugged in the restraints to try and catch a glimpse of them.

“Cut the crap.”

“You all really are no fun.” He rolled his eyes “Not to worry that’ll all change soon when I morph you into the perfect weapon. Me.”

“What?”

“Well, what’s better than one of me? Two of me. And you little bird, know all the ways to destroy your pesky family.”

“I’m not going to tell you shit.”

He shrugged, turning back to you with a pair of jump leads in hand. “We’ll see.”

Walking towards you with a grin he attached them to the table before reaching towards the dial. You thrashed desperate to break free but the ropes securing you in place allowed no leeway for you to move. When his fingers brushed the dial and the voltage came flooding through the wires, you let out a blood curdling scream. The pain was everywhere as your body arched, twitched and writhed against the rope. It burned at your skin, drawing blood and forming blisters against your wrists and your ankles. When the current finally stopped and you fell slack against the restraints your diaphragm jerked and spluttered against each pain filled gasp.

“Are you ready to talk now?”

They realised very quickly that you were missing. You hadn’t returned home after your patrol. They tried not to let the worry get the best of them, but this was Gotham. They waited, watching the seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours, but there was no sign of you. You were gone.

Everyone was on high alert. For three, agonising weeks they searched every inch of Gotham, using every possible connection they had but no one found any leads. Tim was growing frustrated, hacking into every database he could find as Bruce and the other boys scoured the city. But you were gone without a trace. That was until one tedious Wednesday morning, the batcave received an urgent call.

Your head was fuzzy. Whatever the Joker had dozed you with this time was really taking a toll on you.

Your head hung low resting against your chest as you breathed slowly, trying to push away the fuzziness in your brain. Your entire body had grown numb; now too used to the pain it had been put through, too weak to hold yourself up as you lay slack against the table and although all dosed up now you may not be able to feel anything, you would never be able to forget the endless torment he had put you through; that would forever be etched into your mind.

The screams still seemed to ricochet off of the walls, burying themselves into each crack just to resurface once it went quiet. The feeling of your skin being torn apart still lingered, the pinch followed by the burn as the Joker slashed you with his weapons, screaming at you to tell him all that you knew about Batman. Of course, you refused at first. Oh how you were so brave trying to hold your tongue. But you couldn’t help the screams that ripped from your mouth and left your throat raw and soon when they layers of your mind had been peeled away by the cruel hallucinations he put you through with his serums and his words, you soon began to crack; your fragile body unable to take anymore of this torture.

Your wrists had been burnt red raw; the trails of blood tracked down your arms and mixed with dirt and blood, showing where it had beaded down your forearms as you struggled. Burned with tears your anguish was clear amongst your struggle and you were pretty sure that you had at least three broken ribs and four missing fingernails. Maybe more.

But you were growing to like the pain somewhat. Because it meant that you were still alive. It meant that your family was on your way��or… had they stopped looking for you.

The Joker's cruel words rang through your hazy mind. He had told you about the video he had sent to them. How there was no response. They didn’t care. None of them did or you would have been home right now. He had injected you with something as he said it, but you swatted off the prick of the needle as though it were a pesky mosquito bite.

“Soon,” He told you as the drug settled into the numbness of your body. “You will realise that I am helping you. That I am the only one that cares for you. Not Batman. Not any of those pesky Birds. Me.” he hovered in the doorway just before he left. “I’ll be back, Junior.” Junior. He had stopped calling you by your name recently.

And as much as you didn’t want to agree with the man who had put you and your family through so much…you were beginning to believe it. The Joker had dragged you away from a life cycle of patrol and ending crimes. He was giving you a place to stay when your family had so clearly given up on you. The Joker had confided so much in you in your time together that you felt like you almost knew him personally. And it had made you think that… he was misunderstood. Lonely. Much more similar to you than-

No.

No. No. No. You shook the thoughts from your head. ‘They’re coming.’ you told yourself. ‘But…’

Your mind was fighting itself now, conflicted between what you knew and what you were being told. Fighting between your family and the man who stood constantly before you. It fought until one side finally inched free and you realised something.

The Joker.

The Joker was right. He was helping you.

When he returned to you that night, you greeted him with a dumb smile. He was glad to see that his plan had worked. That he had broken you down enough to mould you into exactly what he wants.

He grinned manically. He could now move onto phase two: training you to kill The Bat. This stage would be considerably easier. You already knew Batman’s weaknesses; you had admitted that during one of the electroshock sessions. He just had to convince you that Batman was the real enemy. The only thing left to do besides that was lure him over to you. Which should’ve been easy enough.

Tim shot up from his seat the moment your face flashed up on the screen. Somehow, someone had overridden the computer’s controls and he was now staring at your bloodied and beaten face lolling against a metal table.

“Bruce!” Tim cried, scrambling to grab the attention of his father.

Bruce had never moved faster across the cave than he did to reach Tim, his stomach dropping when he saw the screen, with him came the rest of his sons who too were alerted by the shout.

Tim didn’t have to say anything else as they all gathered around to look queasily at the screen. You weren’t moving as the live stream played and this only worried your family more, but then an all too familiar green hair came into frame walking towards you menacingly.

Bruce felt sick when he saw you flinch and try to squirm away from the Joker’s touch.

“Smile for the camera.” He said, gripping your hair so that they could see your face. You blinked slowly permanent tears scarring your face amongst the blood and dirt.

“I hope you’re watching Batsy. You’re about to see the end of your little bird.”

Dick, who bit his lip anxiously as he observed instinctively gripped Damians shoulders and tried to push him away as the Joker reached for the dial again. They saw your body react despite its weakened state; legs kicking and trying as you tried to scramble away. But Damian refused to leave, especially when his little sibling was in this state. It was horrific, but he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the screen so he watched shell shocked. That was until your first scream cut through all of them and he turned away. Dick pulled him close as he screwed his eyes shut and Jason clenched his fists.

“Tim.” Bruce ordered “Turn it off. Find a signal.”

“I’m trying.” He said “But…there is no signal and something is overriding the controls.”

Bruce ran his hands through his hair until after an agonising few minutes, your screams stopped.

The Joker moved swiftly for a syringe which you didn’t even react to as he injected it into your system. Not good.

“They’re not coming for you, birdy. They don’t care.” The Joker taunted before turning back towards the camera. With one manic laugh he gave a final bow and the signal fizzled out.

The five of them stood there in complete silence. All silent. Most angry. Most heartbroken.

“Suit up. We don’t stop until we find them.”

By the time the vigilantes arrived, you were ready. Poised on the top floor of Arkham’s abandoned asylum cafeteria.

You had seen Batman arrive, sauntering furiously into the open room to where Joker had positioned himself. You had seen the other four sneak in too, wrapping themselves around the room and slinking throughout the asylum in search of you.

Once Joker had riled up the Bat enough to send him on a chase to him around a loop of the asylum, you jumped down from the bannister with a conniving grin.

“I know you’re all in here.” You laughed. And soon, one after the other your brothers appeared from the shadows gawping at the stark contrast of your appearance. You were skinnier and clearly injured from head to toe, but what struck them the most was the purple and green that the Joker had donned you in.

“R…” Red hood warned as he stepped toward you. “We don’t wanna hurt you. We just want to take you home.”’

You raised your weapon. “Liar!”

“No kid. We wouldn’t do that to you. I promise.” Red Robin said.

“You left me. You didn’t come back for me and you left me here to rot!” You gritted your teeth.

“That’s not true. That’s the joker talking.” Damian.

“He is helping me! He is helping me reach my full potential- I am already so much more than I was before.”

You raised the pistol. It was loaded and you knew that it would do damage. That was the intention. And that's what you were going to do. You were going to take them out one by one until they get what they deserve-

“R…” Dick said as you raised the gun your finger inching towards the trigger. “You know us Little Wing. We’re your big brothers.”

You moved swiftly, dodging them as they moved closer in sync. One of them reached out to try and grab you, but you gripped his arm and threw him over your shoulder. The five of you tussled until everything paused when Batman burst back into the room.

Your gun was pointed at him in an instant, locking in on him as you readied your stance and poised your finger on the trigger. no one said anything. No one even dared to breathe. Bruce just looked at you from behind his cowl as you grinned at him, sickeningly mirroring the villain who appeared behind him sending him keeling to the ground. You laughed.

“Do it.” Joker urged.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Your hand trembled as you looked down at him pleading at you. He looked so…vulnerable. And your mind screamed at you. Wrongwrongwrong. You were torn again. This was Bruce…your father. Your family. Your enemy-

“Do it, Junior.” He pressed. Your lip trembled.

Do it. No. Do it- You wanted to scream.

“R.” Batman uttered one single letter.

You pulled the trigger. No one moved. A cry of pain rang out across the room. The Joker dropped to the floor.

You let out a sob and dropped to your knees realisation catching up on you. A pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you to their chest as you completely broke down.

“It’s okay Y/N. It’s okay. We’ve got you now.”

Everything hurt. Everything was so disgustingly wrong. You had tried to kill Bruce- you had given away your secrets… you let out an unholy sob.

“Shh.” Jason cooed. “It’s okay. You didn’t mean it.”

“Everyone is okay, Little wing.” Damian promised, taking your bloodied hand gently and tracing circles across the back of it. “We can fix this…”

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