#Insertion Probe

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Pet store clerk gives Charles a bag of free treats for his ""dog"" all while Charles can feel Erik Looming in the BG

the real mortifying day is after months of getting small bags of dog treats one day the bag of dog treats has like. perfectly normal human candies/pastries or something inside

Of Course charles is confused and impulsively asks what it is/how it's different from the usual only for the clerk to reply theyre Whatever Erik's Favorite Treat Is and its that day forward erik is adamant they just do their shopping online

[boimlerkisser]

Concept sketch of my new JJBA self insert and her stand, BellaDonna (who will eventually be known as Madonna). Inspired by the song 'Like a Prayer' by...well, Madonna! @sapphire-heart-tippy

(lore dump under the cut, TW for mentions of animal injury and religious trauma)

My self insert (who will also go by Jane) grew up in a deeply religious family and tried to be a good jehovah's witness child that made her parents proud.

One day, she comes up with the power to heal various injuries and ailments, almost to the point of being able to revive the dead. She figures she's given this power by the lord himself and vows to do good with it, but when she's found using them to heal a bird that had been wounded by a cat, her mother falls into hysterics thinking that she MUST be possessed by the devil to have such abilities.

She's punished and shunned by her community while her mother prays for a cure and though she tries to repent her power doesn't seem to go away, so eventually her mother snaps and drags her into the wilderness and attempts to throw her to the bottom of an old well.

Her Stand, which had previously not manifested physically, appears then to cushion her fall and eventually she manages to pull herself out of the well with her Stand's help, who she now believes to be a guardian angel. But not wanting to return home, she runs away to face the world alone, growing jaded and bitter over time. She loses all of her faith, and the power to heal inverts itself, becoming a sort of poison. Something that LEECHES life, rather than heal it.

When she's an adult (my age irl so 25 I guess) she's made her way by becomes a bounty hunter/assassin using her Stand and eventually catches the attention of Dio. Who takes her in and explains to her what her Stand REALLY is, promising to teach her how to properly wield those powers if she agrees to serve him. She reluctantly takes his offer, but starts to see him as a familial figure, since no one else had ever tried to nurture or even accept her gift. Dio is the one who giver her Stand the name BellaDonna, after the deadly plant!

[help-im-a-medstudent]

You know you're in the right specialty when you spend a friday morning discussing and looking at the workings of an anaesthetics machine and drawing diagrams of sevofluorane vaporisers and that is a very enjoyable time

[weepingmilkshakedreamer]

Amateur Surge0n meme cuz yeah. l0l

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[john-marshall]

had tubes in holes today

[writers-potion]

Let's Talk About Pacing Our Fight Scenes.

For Fast-Paced Parts:

Short words with single syllables. Immediately > at once/ endeavour > try/ indicate > point at/ investigate > check out.

Short sentences, the shorter the better.

Partial sentences to blaze through multiple senses and actions within a few lines.

Short paragraphs

Lots of verbs.

Few adjectives and adverbs.

Cut down on -ing form of verbs, as it can make words longer

Use simple past tense

Avoid conjunctions and link words.

Avoid internal thought - your characters are irrational, ruthless and in the flow of pure action.

For Slow-Paced Parts:

Use medium/long sentences

the paragraphs are longer: three lines minimum

Include longer words with more syllables

Use adjectives and maybe a couple of adverbs.

Insert the thoughts of the PoV character.

Words for Action Scenes

act, alter, attack, avert, back, block, bang, bash, battle, beat, beg, belt, bend, best, bite, blacken, bleed, blind, blister, blow, blunt, boil, bolt, boot, bore, bow, box, brace, brag, brash, brawl, break, breathe, brush, buck, bulgde, burn, burst, cackle, call, can, carry, cart, carve, catch, check, chop, chuck, clack, clank, clap, clash, claw, clear, cleave, click, cliff, cling, clip, close, club, cock, coil, cold, collar, come, con, connect, corner, cost, count, counter, cover, cower, crack, crackle, cram, crash, crawl, creep, crinkle, cross, crouch, rush, cry, cuff, cull, cup, curl, curse, curve, cusp, cut, dart, dash, deepen, dig, deep, dip, ditch, drive, drop, duck, dump, ede, effect, erect, escape, exert, expect, feint, fight, fire fist, fit, flag, flare, flash, flick, fling, flip, flock, force, gash, gasp, get, gore, grab, grasp, grip, grope, group, hack, harden, heat, help, hit, hop, hurl, hurry, impale, jab, jar, jerk, join, jolt, jump, keep, kick, kill, knee, knock, knot, knuckle, leak, leap, let, lever, lick, lift, lock, loop, lop, plunge, mask, nick, nip, open, oppose, pace, pack, pain, pair, pale, palm, pan, pant, parry, part, pass, paste, pat, peak, peck, pelt, pick, pierce, pile, ping, piss, pit, pivot, plot, pluck, plug, plunge, ply, point, pool, pop, pose, pot, pound, pour, powder, pray, preen, prepare, prey, prick, prickle, print, probe, pry, pull, pulp, pulse, pump, punch, pursue, push, quarry, quarter, quest, race, raise, rake, ram, rap, rasp, rear, retreat, rip, riposte, rivert, roar, rock, roll, rope, round, rouse, run, rush, sap, scale, scalp, scan, score,scream, seek, seep, shake, shape, sharpen, shock, shoot, shop, slap, slap, slash, slice, slick, slip, slit, smash, snap, snare, snatch, snipe, sock, space, spar, spark, speed, spike, spill, spin, spit, splash, spoil, spring, spur, spurt, spy, squirm, stand, steert, step, stick, strap, strike, stuff, suck, support, swat, sweat, sweep, swingm tack, tag, take, target, taste, team, tear, tent, test, thrash, throw, thrust, thud, tick, tide, tilt, time, tire, top, toss, tower, toy, trap, trick, trigger, trip, triumph, trouble, trump, try, tuck, tug, twril, twitch, weaken, wet, whip, whirl, whirr, whoop, whoosh, whop, work, zap, zip.

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[hoshigray]

This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSS😭

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: NAH CUZ I SEE THE VISION, HOLD ON–

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (he got 2 dicks, y'all) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - spooning dp position - breast fondling + nipple play - breeding kink - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - dacryphilia - pet names ([little]dove, good girl, my wife, woman) - soft! kuna, but not too OOC - mention of drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

“Stay still, woman…Mmnnn, good girl, nice and easy…”

It’s not a rarity for Sukuna to have his hands on you as you two slept through the night. After all, he is the King of Curses; asking permission to touch his is beneath him. You were made for him to hold – sculpted for his cursed hands to touch – everyone else was far behind or had no standing compared to your demonic husband. And with you both sharing a futon every night, who’s supposed to tell him to keep his hands to himself?

You, his little spouse, knew of this. Marrying the King of Curses was something you never imagined would happen — let alone falling in love with the giant man! You’ve always had dreams of becoming a sweet little partner to someone; for that to be fulfilled by the cursed man who could kill thousands in the blink of an eye is astounding. 

And, of course, being a wife entails all the duties accompanying the package. Especially now, as you two lie together on the floor, nude bodies nestled close on the futon above the tatami floor, and your naked figure trembling from the insertion of one of Sukuna’s paired cock. And your heart drops at the second one brushing up against the crevice of your ass when he pushes the one inside your throbbing, velvety channel. 

“Mmmph…! Sukuna, no,” you whined, your butt inching away from the second member. “I can’t handle both—“

“Don’t lie; you’ve done it before and did it well,” a hand brings your waist to him. “Or maybe I should just have one of the concubines take care of me, seeing as though my own wife is neglecting their duties.” 

He wouldn’t do that; Sukuna’s interest in his insignificant mistresses had long been diminished once he took you up as his bride, practically collecting dust as he hadn’t visited them since you shared a bed with him. Now, he uses them as tools to probe you. And he has to hold back the mischievous snicker when your eyes widen with anxiousness, wrapping your arms around his neck in desperation.

“N–No, please!” You pleaded; it was the only sufficient approach. “I’ll be good to you, I promise!”

The four-eyed curse scoffs. “Then do what you’re supposed to,” Each crimson orb takes in information about your bashful expression, “And attend to your husband like a wife should.”

Further complaints cease at his command, so you quiet down and arch your behind to him submissively. Sukuna takes your initiation with his hungry bottom hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you guide his other dick to your lubed asshole. With a hum, he pushes himself and forces you to take his cocks with your bottom, needing a few seconds to breathe when your holes reach the base of his members.

“Good girl,” he says to your ear to make you shudder, and he lifts your leg with the hand that finished groping your asscheek. “Obeying me so well like always…”

He begins to move without a signal, slowly pulling himself in and out of your warm wetness that coats his length with your slick. You can’t help but grip the girth limbs that massage your insides, involuntarily throbbing on them with shaky breaths.  

“Mmmaah, ohhhmyG—Mmm!” Speech isn’t easy, even with his upper left hand cupping your cheeks. And your brows furrow as the upper right sneaks to grope a breast. “Faaahh, Suk..una, I’m too full already…”

“Mmm? Is that so?” Sukuna asks with a patronizing tone, licking the helix of your ear to hear you gasp. “But we’ve barely started yet, my wife. Don’t bore me before I can enjoy you yet.” 

His hips go at a gradual cadence that has you keening a mess, the sensation of the veins of his cocks felt by the walls of your holes. You howl silently, not wanting to make too much noise.

But that doesn’t fly with your husband, speaking to your ear with that hoarse voice. Almost has you melting as he squishes with your cheeks, “Let it out, princess,” he commands. “I want to hear that voice; don’t you dare hide that from me.”

Fuck, the way you felt on his dicks was so fucking good, having the cursed behemoth burrow his face into the cubby of your neck. Slow kisses on your skin segway to sucks that should mark for later. He could never get enough of how small you were up against him. His giant palm swallowed your tit, your ass bouncing with every thrust, and how damn tight you were as you accommodated the two members making your entrances busy. 

Goddamn it, he bites his lip, dialing up the speed of his ruts a bit. Scratching your inner walls has you squeaking louder, unable to stop yourself when he grinds his hips after a sudden grim pound. So warm and snug for him as if you were meant for him. He knew you were meant for him — taking his huge, fat shafts with no objections, just arching your back further so the sensation could be more pleasurable like the loyal, little pet you are. “Hmngh…! Yeah, just like that, little dove; keep clenching around me like that…”

Restraint was gone long ago, letting your voice and shrieks fly out and fill the quiet bedroom. The sound of his skin shaking against your ass, the heat of your cheeks making it hard to think, and the shivers crawling your spine with every graze to your sweet spots. Everything feels like a haze, your brain too clouded to think outside this moment. 

And then you sense the hand on your breast let go, slithering down to your unattended clitoris, which has your eyes shoot wide as your demon husband presses down. “—Khhff! Nooo, ‘Kunaa, you mustn’t…!”  

He lifts a brow with a grin; you dare question him? “And why shouldn’t I?” He pinches the delicate bud, resulting in a scream sneaking past your lips. “Hmm? Plead for yourself.”

“Becau—Ahhh! Mmmm, I’ll cum. I’m gonna cumm…”

“Then don’t,” Sukuna doesn’t remove his digits playing with your clit, and the hand on your chin pulls your face to look at him. “Cum without my permission, and I’ll make sure to not be so kind next time...” His words carry a warning filling your bones with apprehension, yet his soft lips greet yours and he hums into your mouth. The kiss serves as a distraction from his thick digits gently swiping on the pearl.

The rhythm of his hips, however, increases in speed and prompts more moans to be taken by Sukuna. Drool trickles down your lips, same with tears that welled up earlier from the insertion of his girth inside your ass. Your eyes roll at the jab to your silky walls, breaking the sweet yet passionate kiss to cry out as your husband’s fat balls smack your ass. 

“—Ooooo, fuuuck, I can’t,” your eyelids shield your vision, using the rest of your senses to indulge in this euphoric pleasure. “‘Kuna, I’m so close, so—Ooohh!”

“Me too…Ghhh! Shit, me too…” Sukuna presses his hot face to yours when you throw it back, licking the tears off your sweaty skin. You looked so stunning like this, all disheveled and immodest because of him. “Gonna take my load, huh?” He licks the sweat off your shoulder and bites when you don’t respond. “Answer me, Y/n.”

“—Ahhh, yes!”

That’s not enough. “I said,” he pinches your clit again as he gives slow yet rough ruts to your holes. And he can tell by your twitching that you’re doing everything in our power not to come. “Answer me.”

Holy shit, this was borderline torture. “Mmmph! OhhhLord, ‘Kunaaa, I want you to fill me up. Pleasee, pleasepleaseee, I wanna be full; wanna be all ‘round and fat with your child…!”

“Keh, dumb pet; who said I wanted a brat, huh?” He scoffs, yet you can hear the groan as he licks and sucks on your neck while squishing your hot, tear-stricken cheeks. “Fine then; go on and cum with me. So damn needy for my seed…”

Sukuna brings your chin for another steamy kiss, his lower left hand holding yours as his pelvis goes at an irregular pace. Your muffled shrills are taken by feisty lips, teeth clashing with his fangs before sucking on his tongue, and the upper left hand releases your chin to caress your chest once more, tweezing the nipple along with swipes to your clit.

Release gradually creeps up your shaky frame, crying to his mouth when your chasm and anus pucker around the lengths that graze your walls with the tips. Sukuna is not too far behind you, pumping his load into you with a few harsh plunges, making your contracting cunt and rear full of his hot and thick semen. The lower right hand propping your leg up leaves soft kneads on your inner thigh, hoisting it up further so his shafts are deep enough until his pulsing balls meet your ass.

You withdrew from his lips to breathe, your figure quivering through the aftershocks, and your slit and asshole still flutter around his girths. And you mewl when he kisses your cheek and temple.

“Mmm, that’s my princess,” he purrs while placing your leg down to massage your waist. “Such a good dove…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[vengeris]

Why didn't we get this Probe?

1979_Ford Probe

[b-00-biez]

Would you be able to write if {Michael, Brahms, and Thomas} found out their s/o had a breeding kink.

Breeding kink

With Michael, Brahms, Thomas

Michael

He honestly doesn't know what to do with this information but he will save it for later.

One night you were particularly stubborn and the easiest way for Michael to coax you into doing what he wants is to abuse your poor little entrance. You know he hasn't touched you for weeks and him just teasing you with just his tip probing at the entrance that awaits his full length, fluttering and welcoming him with open arms but he doesn't give in.

"M-michael please.. " you tried to beg for him to just fuck you, insert his full length into you despite him not wearing a condom right now. "Please Michael I'll do whatever the fuck you ask me just fuck me outta my misery.. " you said frustrated already, you know despite his mask, he's smirking underneath. Without a warning, he shoved his whole cock inside making you yelp and ease up around his length. He hooked your legs onto his shoulders and started fucking. His balls slapping your ass and you can hear it making lewd noises. On how rough he was being you can't help but feel your orgasm coming. You grasp whatever words you have left in your cock drunk brain and said "cum in me! Get me fucking pregnant!! " you screamed. Now, he's curious. You want his seed? You want your tummy full of his babies, your breasts swollen with milk? He's not too sure about this but hell you were such a good girl for him right now looking all needy and disheveled, maybe just this once he will fuck you full of his seed.

Brahms

The fact that he was spying on you watching porn and your fingers melting into your very Nectar. He has to know what you were watching so he can replace those damn fingers with his cock. So while you were asleep he swiped your phone and in the safety of his walls he played the video he saw.

He couldn't take off his eyes on that pussy being abused and edged by this guy's long shaft. The video was about to end until the guy pulled out a mix of their cum oozing out of her cunt onto the bed as she shivered from all the orgasm she had. You were watching this while your fingers were desperately trying to make you cum like the needy slut that you are? He didn't want you to suffer when all you needed was his cock and his buckets of cum in you.

After he persuaded you to do it with him he's already in you with no foreplay whatsoever rubbing your clit so roughly while snapping his hips with yours. "Ugh.. All mine Mine!! " he said going faster just burying you on the bed, ass up. He slapped your ass until it was red making you yelp while you felt his cock ramming itself in and out. You had no energy to tell him to slow down but gosh it felt so good when he's this rough! "Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant!! " he chanted while rearranging your insides. Gosh how many orgasms have you had and how many loads does he need to fill you with until he's satisfied?

Thomas

He couldn't help but imagine how your legs wraps around his waist pulling him closer to you while he ruts your very hole. He couldn't help but notice how unresponsive you were after 2-3 rounds and he just couldn't get his mind off on how his meaty cock was a bit visible on your cute tummy while he fucked you up.

He didn't understand what a breeding kink was until you blurted out that he should cum inside you that day.

In the morning while you and his family were having breakfast, Luda Mae asked if you two were gonna have children soon since you couldn't even be separated from Thomas. You choked on your water then looked at Thomas who was already blushing but nodded that he indeed plans to have children with you sooner or later but until you get married to him.

One particular night after that you couldn't take it anymore. He kept cumming outside and on you! He was so careful not to get you pregnant until marriage. "T-thomas please.. Just cum in me! Please I can't wait till marriage I'm already yours!! " you blurted out. He stopped for a moment but then picked up the pace as he rutted into you fucking your g-spot over and over again as he groans in agreement. Mixing your juices and his pre-cum so deliciously and night after night he kept fucking you full of his loads and every time after that you felt satisfied even after you conclude that you were indeed pregnant now.

[hynzsn]

★ BIG HANDS, BIGGER PLEASURE ★

☆ dokyeom x male reader 18+ MDNI

꩜ .ᐟ smut

contents: established relationship, anal fingering, jerking off, self pleasure, masturbation, kissing, light teasing, ejaculation, cum eating, pet names (baby, babe), dirty talk, whimpering, moaning, crying (in pleasure), thigh kisses, size difference, hand size difference, being caught pleasing yourself

wc: 1k

summary: dokyeom comes home only to find you fingering yourself. but by the looks of it, you’re struggling, and he’s more than eager to offer a helping hand. 

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you glanced at your phone, checking the time once more. dokyeom should be home soon, but the thrum of desire coursing through your veins is relentless, almost unbearable. the dim ambiance of your shared apartment is lit only by the soft glow of the setting sun. every tick of the clock, echoing the ache building inside of you. 

you bite your lip, reaching into your pants; your small fingers are already slick with lube, but they don’t reach the spots you need them to. frustration bubbles up, mingling with the heat pooling in your abdomen. 

with a shuddering breath, you slide your shorts and boxers down, spreading your legs wide as you sink back into the plush cushions of the couch. your fingers tease your asshole before you slowly try to insert one. a whimper escapes your lips as you press in further, trying to stimulate yourself and find that familiar sweet relief that only dokyeom seems to give you. but it’s not enough. it’s never enough. 

just as you’re about to give up, the front door creaks open. your heart skips a beat, eyes widening as dokyeom steps inside, his broad frame silhouetted against the hallway light. his eyes lock onto yours, darkening with an intensity that only sends cold shivers down your spine. 

“fuck, babe,” he murmurs, dropping his bag to the floor. his voice is rough with desire, and it only turns you on more. 

"couldn't you wait for me, huh? feeling empty without me?” 

you nod, your voice barely a whisper. “i couldn’t... couldn’t help it.” you stammer out, your fingers still probing your hole to the best of your ability.

“It’s not working, dk... need you…”

a slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he strides over. his ego seems to be bouncing off the walls with the way you seem to be struggling without him.

“my poor baby. your small fingers just don’t cut it, do they?” he sheds his jacket, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his strong, capable hands.

dokyeom kneels between your spread legs, his big hands gently prying yours away. “move; let me take care of you, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a velvety promise. 

his fingers, so much larger and stronger than yours, slide against your slick hole, teasing you with a feather-light touch that only makes you gasp. slowly, he glides one finger into you. the difference that one finger feels compared to your small fingers wasn’t hard to see as you arch your back off the couch, a strangled moan escaping your lips. his long fingers are stretching you in ways yours never could and never will. you clutch at his shoulders, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he muttered, his voice a low whisper as he watched his finger disappear inside you. “you’re so damn responsive. so perfect.”

“fuck… so good…  It feels so good,” you choke out, your voice trembling. 

he chucked softly, his other hand stroking your thigh soothingly. “yeah? let me make you feel even better, baby.” 

he adds another finger, scissoring them gently as he watches you with dark, hungry eyes. he leans in to place soft and tender kisses on the inside of your thigh, his tongue leaving little wet stains as he continues to finger your hole. 

the pleasure is almost too much, and you can feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. dokyeom’s fingers curl, finding your prostate, the spot that makes your vision blur and your breath hitch. you cry out, your body trembling. 

you couldn’t form words and couldn’t do anything but feel as he added a third finger, stretching you even further.

“mmm… you’re clenching around my fingers,” he purred, his free hand that was on your thigh now coming to stroke your already hardened cock slowly. “such a greedy boy, taking three of my fingers inside of you.” his thumb rubs over the head of your cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum leaking out. he brought his thumb to his lips, tasting you eagerly and letting out a satisfied hum. 

his words were sending you over the edge. fuck him and his husky voice; it only turned you on even more.

feeling waves of ecstasy crash over you, you cry out again, your body arching off the couch as you cum into dokyeom’s big hand. he continues to both stroke and finger you through your release, his movements gentle and loving as you ride out your high. 

“such a good boy,” he praised, feeling your sticky semen coat his palm and his fingers. “giving me such a nice treat after a long day at work.”

you slump back onto the couch, completely spent and satisfied, a soft whine escaping your lips. 

dokyeom chuckles, slowly withdrawing all three of his fingers from inside of you and his hand away from your limp cock. with a casual movement, he brought his hands up to his lips, sucking his fingers clean, his tongue eagerly darting out to lick up the remains of your essence. 

“that’s what you needed, baby? my big hands taking care of you?” he couldn’t help but smirk at you. 

you nod, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. his eyes were dark but had an aura of passion to them. 

“yeah,” you breathe out, your voice laced with satisfaction. “that was… wow.”

dokyeom hummed in agreement, his eyes sparkling with pride and affection. “you know I got you, baby. anything you need, i’m the man.” he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 

"i love you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips before pulling away. 

"i love you too,” you mumbled.

“now, how about we take a shower together, and then we can order some dinner? i’m starved. been waiting to eat with you all day; food doesn’t taste the same without you.”

you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as you pulled him down for another kiss. 

"sounds like a plan.”

[rainyhideoutnight]

Hii I’m not sure what you’re comfy with but could you do Lottie x fem reader first time fingering preferably you fingering Lottie

fingering lottie for the first time. cw. fingering, praise. dom!reader, sub!lottie (but lottie guides you through it). mdni.

your bodies are a tangled mess on the bed, both of you laying on your sides as you make out. lottie invited you over to watch a movie and eat some snacks, since her parents were away for the weekend, which quickly turned into something else. a few touches here, a couple kisses there, and soon you both found yourselves in her bed.

"need you so bad." she murmurs breathlessly between kisses, clawing the front of your shirt desperately. you waste no time taking off your clothes until you're both left in only your underwear. you push her back to hover above her, trailing kisses from her neck down to her stomach. lottie knows what you're going to do, she knows you wanna go down on her, but she had other plans in mind, so she stops you. "w-wait—"

you immediately stop, looking up at her. "what's wrong, baby? i'm sorry, did i overstep?" you apologize, but she quickly reassures you. "no, i just... wanna try something else." she murmurs, a faint blush tainting her cheeks. you look at her with curiosity, giving her the space to speak.

"i... want you to use your fingers." she says, and it makes your head spin. you had sex a few times, but it always involved either humping each other or eating her out. she's never taken your fingers until now, and you can tell she's nervous. your brain's too dumb for her already, so you nod and mutter a small "okay". of course you'd never deny lottie anything she asked.

you lean down to kiss her again, as your hand trails down her body. she's soaked through her underwear, which makes you gasp softly against her lips. you pull away momentarily to pull down her panties, and she shivers slightly at the action. you place a kiss on her forehead as the pad of your middle finger gently circles her clit. "it's okay, just relax."

lottie sighs shakily, spreading her legs further. "please..." she whispers. you watch her for a moment, entranced. her hair's a mess on the pillow, her lips swollen from making out for so long, and her chest moves up and down with each heavy breath. she always looks gorgeous, but right now she's got that twinkle in her eyes that says fuck me.

you gently probe inside, watching her face intently for any sign of discomfort. her face scrunches up and she has her eyes closed, getting used to the intrusion even if it's one finger. your finger's only halfway through before she lets out a squeak, making you falter your movements for a moment. "you okay?" you ask softly, searching her face for any unspoken feeling, before she grabs the back of your head and tugs you down for a kiss. it's messy and desperate, your combined desire making you both needier, and she whispers between kisses. "more."

so you obey. your finger goes all the way inside, making her whine loudly. "move." she says in a breathless voice. all her commands, even if spoken softly, send a pang of pleasure right to your core. you start pumping your finger in and out, slowly at first, until she's clawing at your back, begging for another one.

you give her what she asks for and insert another finger, the burning stretch making her squirm slightly and let out puffy moans. "god, so good, so good—" she praises right against your ear, as her warm, gummy walls clench around your fingers, as if trying to milk them. the mixed stimuli proves too much for you, making you moan instinctively. you feel the sudden urge to put your mouth to good use, so your free hand pulls down lottie's bra enough for her tits to spill out, before taking one nipple into your mouth and suck as your fingers never cease their repetitive motions, her hand grabbing your hair to keep you in place.

"fuck, good girl. you're doing so good, keep that up, yeah? nngh—" lottie's cut off by your teeth grazing her sensitive nipple, making her hips start to grind on your fingers, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm. you keep pleasuring her until her walls clench around your fingers, her hips flailing around as she lets out a long moan.

she takes a full minute to come down from her intense orgasm, before carefully slipping your fingers out of her. she pulls you down to rest your head on her chest, listening to her heart thumping as her hand caresses your scalp. "you're amazing, baby. you did so good." she murmurs, feeling your cheeks burn at the praise.

a/n. i'm so sorry this took me so long anon! </3 thanks for your request and i hope you like it

[yandere-sins]

How was the miya twins' first time with their sweetheart? If she were a virgin, I'm sure Atsumu would deflower her first

Thank you two for requesting my favorite brothers! ♥

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First Time

❥ It comes as no surprise that Atsumu did call dibs on the darling's virginity (or really all of their virginities). However, he went over his brother on this one, pouncing poor you the second Osamu didn't look. He started subtly enough, kissing and groping you while the three of you were having a movie night, but you and Osamu both notice he's more riled up than ever, even confessing to his brother upon being questioned that he can't wait anymore. He needs to have you, and Osamu should take a hint and give you two some privacy.

❥ Osamu is annoyed by his brother's antics but relents, getting up to prepare some essentials like water, lube, and condoms so you three can make the most of the first time you have sex. Atsumu wouldn't even think about these things, but he's evidently not the brain of the operation. But the moment he's gone, Atsumu has you flipped over, hands in your trousers, and fondling you into a moaning, gasping mess. He is rock-hard as he grinds against you, even when you're clearly not prepared yet, but he doesn't need an invitation to take what he thinks belongs to him anyway.

❥ So it doesn't take long until he has both of you freed from your underwear, probing his tip against your entrance before looking up at you and smiling. His gaze is so full of adoration and love for you at that moment, and even though you struggle, Atsumu merely pushes your head down so he can kiss you again before angling his hips upwards and inserting his length into you. Once the tip is in, there is no holding back anymore, and Osamu runs back to find you screaming and tearing up as Atsumu pounds into your tight hole mercilessly as if he's in a trance.

❥ It doesn't take long, to be honest. The feeling of being inside the person he loves proves much too tempting for Atsumu, and he ejaculates much too early into you to give you any sort of pleasure. In fact, the only reason why your legs are shaking is the pain from the measly preparation and the rough penetration, so you are actually lucky that Osamu is there to catch you as you get away from Atsumu in an attempt to recover from it, your legs giving out the second you try.

❥ Osamu is, understandably, furious at his brother, but Atsumu couldn't care less in his post-nut-haze, only his cock still bopping in front of him, smeared in all sorts of juices while Atsumu brushes off Osamu, instead asking you for a round two. Well, all that earns him is a pillow in the face from Osamu that Atsumu complains about loudly as you are dragged off to the bathroom, door locked before Osamu takes an embarrassing look at the damage Atsumu did.

❥ What follows is an endlessly long, drawn-out foreplay as Osamu checks if you are mostly okay before lubing you up to make it easier for you. His hands get more and more inquisitive, roaming everywhere and smearing the lube over your body as he fondles you. He's not stopping until you can barely hold back the moans and heavy breaths, his own cock painfully restrained behind his pants as he focuses on preparing you.

❥ But since he already got you all for himself, he'll at least make sure to take the other "first times" there are—at least those with the Miya twins. Your first blowjob, first orgasm without penetration, etc. And once he is sure you are ready, he'll pick up where Atsumu left off, pressing you against the door so his brother can listen to your moans as Osamu fucks you properly. It gives him great pleasure, naturally. But at least you will be well-prepared for when you're handed back to Atsumu, the latter still having a lot of energy to spend on fucking you and much to learn on how to please you with his brother watching over him to make sure you have fun, too.

Pregnancy

❥ Once you three figure out that you're pregnant, they are both ecstatic! At least in the beginning, they can't help but jump around from joy, hugging you, kissing you, rubbing your belly. Atsumu gets to you first, but Osamu takes his time telling you how wonderful you are and that he is so in love with you. They've been old enough and ready for a kid for a while now, and they spend the whole night planning what you will need and how they'll have to buy a house. Atsumu, especially, can't wait to show off his baby to the world, and Osamu is googling pregnancy-approved meals for his next prep.

❥ The time is a lot of turmoil, but the two feel less like captors for once as they are much more doting. Atsumu runs to the store for your cravings at any given hour, and Osamu has his massage techniques down to a t. They participate in online baby courses with you and even organize a discreet doctor to do check-ups and reassure all of you of your and the baby's health. And hey, you finally get to leave the old, grey apartment! In the middle of the night (which really caused bad mood swings) but they bought a charming, traditional house that you get to decorate however you want while they watch over your shoulder as you make the online orders.

❥ It's not ideal, but you at least have very attentive baby daddies to count on. They are much more gentle with how they treat you, even when you try to escape. They simply pick you up and carry you back inside, which works even with the baby bump. Restraints are less tight to also allow room for swelling, and they wouldn't even dare to starve or drug you in that time. Sure, you three argue as usual, but the twins can't stay mad at you, always sneaking back into your bed to hug you and touch the belly, asking if you know just how much they love you and that they'd do anything for you (so it's really not fair that you accuse them of all the bad things they do, Atsumu whines).

❥ As always, Osamu is your steady rock through everything. He's the shoulder to lean on in most, if not all, cases as he helps you bathe, feeds you if you are feeling unwell, holds back your hair, and rubs your back when morning sickness hits. He does that belly lift for as long as you want him to whenever he is home, and he showers you with attention and compliments about how well you are doing, how beautiful you are, and how lucky they are to have you, so it's not just about the baby all the time. But Atsumu does a lot, too, like buying you flowers and items you need on his way back from matches. He wears a ring to prepare everyone for the upcoming baby he will present to the public, committing fully to the act as he shows it off on TV and the like. And he takes care of your sexual needs, though for the first time, he takes a backseat and focuses only on your pleasure. The baby changed much in your relationship with the two, but it doesn't stay that way forever.

❥ Given, they are great parents, splitting the nights with you so you can rest up and giving you breaks over the day. Osamu takes the baby everywhere, even to work sometimes, and Atsumu regularly brings it with him to his training and to show it off while he's having some parental leave. You get all the medical care you could have wanted, but of course, the depression of your circumstances gets harder after having the baby and working off the hormones, so the free twin also takes on caring for you. Other people would be happy with these kinds of partners, but it's understandable, given the reason you are with them in the first place. Now, you have everything someone could want in a family, involved partners, a beautiful home, and a healthy, pretty baby. But that's not how you thought it would happen. Not one bit.

❥ And the real problem is... well, they want another one. They love their kid, but since they are identical twins, it's not really clear whose it is. It doesn't really matter (same DNA, after all), but another one would be nice so each of them can have one, don't you think? Atsumu gets handsy way too early with you again, but this time Osamu will drag him out by the hair if he has to. Don't get him wrong, he wants another babe just as much, especially because the pregnancy time with you was amazing, and he misses it a little. But naturally, it's way too early. That doesn't stop him from adding additional vitamins and nutrients into your food (all doctor-approved, of course) and helping you stretch so everything can heal well. They are obsessed with the idea, even if it looks like they are going through the day completely normal and composed. Still, they are stealing glances at your stomach, mouth-watering, as they caution themselves to be patient.

[eccentricallygothic]

Patience

Pairing: Daddy!Ari Levinson | Brat Baby!You.

Description: Ari decides to actually act upon his literal threats of ‘teaching your ass a lesson’ this time around.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, ddlg, power imbalance, meanie Daddy!Ari, bratty!you, allusions to spanking, size kink, strength kink, begging, humiliation, rimming, ass fingering, age gap (reader is 20’s and Ari is near 40’s), possessive!Ari, dirty talk, brat taming. Minors do not interact. 

Type: Request (anon), here.

Note: Unedited because it's 5am and I have class around 10am. Forgive me for any errors. Hope you like it <3

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Your hot and pouty face was buried between your arms that were folded ‘petitely’ over your boyfriend's work table even though you were anything but. “Daddy, please!” You whined and tried to shift in his beastly hold only to fail yet again. “I already said I was sorry and I already got a spankie!” You kicked your foot and complained like you had any power against him. 

Ari's rough fingers only groped your stinging ass cheeks harder as he kept them spread apart for his experienced tongue to keep torturing your quivering pucker. “Nah, today is the day, baby. Buckle up” his words made you whine even louder than before and you puffed out your cheeks, your hips struggling to break free from his tyrannical grip. 

“But I already said I was sorry!” You were a sensitive little thing that was used to being spoiled and treated like you were the reason the sun rose everyday, not getting your way or being rough handled was not something you were particularly accustomed to. Especially not at the hands of the grizzly kneeling behind you. 

“As you have a million times before” Ari simply responded before the sharp tip of his tongue ran around your rim again before he probed the opening that was tightly wrinkled shut. As if the tiny stretches he was causing weren't uncomfortable and humiliating enough, the recent spanks on your ass made it even worse. You had no idea how, but the jerk had even managed to spank your poor little backdoor. He was lucky you loved him. “But today is the day punishment will actually teach you something, you little brat.” 

You huffed and shook your disapproval out through your body. “Daddy, you're being so mean!” Your eyebrows were furrowed but you dared not look behind and at him. You were not allowed to do so, as he had ordered you to look ahead when he had begun. “It's not my fault those little boys look at me! I only have eyes for you!” You heard his snicker of disbelief.

“Yeah, right–” your eyes widened when you felt him heatedly spit on your asshole, clearly further instigated by your words, before one of his fingers began to push against your virgin rim. 

“DADDY!” You panicked but Ari was unbothered. “Oh, no!” Your face burnt hot in humiliation but that didn't stop your pussy from tearing up. 

“Oh, yes” Ari's guttural voice was quiet as he leaned in to lick at one of the many fingerprints he had left on your ass cheeks, the digut he had inserted in you now knuckle deep. His thick beard tickled your sensitive skin where his tongue touched you. “Only have eyes for your old man, huh? Is that why you go bowling with your silly girlfriends in those cute little shorts, hm?” He gave you a good few jabs so you would feel his knuckle butt against your rim. “Tsk, like I don't know about those foolish little boys following you around like dumb little mutts.” Okay, maybe you did like the attention. 

“B- But that's not my fault, Dada! I only want you!” That was true. “You know it!” It was the reason why you liked to rile up Ari like this. Especially during periods when his stupid work took nearly all his time.

Ari began to pull his finger out and your ass humiliatingly squelched. He stopped when only the tip reached your rim. You whimpered as your pucker clenched in discomfort. “Too bad that is not going to stop me from breaking this–”

“Daddyyy!” You whined when his finger began to push into you once more.

“– bratty little ass in like I should have a long time ago” you shuddered when he added some tongue to the finger fucking. “Maybe you will finally learn some fuckin’ patience when you limp all over the place like a sorry little baby slut.”

Oh dear, oh dear.

You had a long evening to go.

And a lot of begging to do. 

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[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet-Cute - Kid's Story - 3

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Imperfect 3 🔞

Word Count: 5205

Tags and Summary can be found here.

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Notes: Would you look at this? Early chapter AND a bigger one! Heads up for NSFW content at the beginning, 'k? Be a dear and let me know what you guys think about this chapter, will you?

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Kid drops the tool he’s holding, and a loud clang resounds in the eerily silent garage. There’s no music playing, no motors rumbling, no loud machines running in the background. There are just your sounds.

“Fuck.” he swallows hard, one hand reaching down to adjust his pants because the strain on his hard cock feels uncomfortable. Yet, he can’t look away, he’s mesmerized. 

You’re sitting in the passenger seat of Victoria, completely naked except for a pair of red high-heels shining on your feet. One of your hands strokes the gear shift in a lewd way as your lithe fingers grip it, the other hand traces your inner thigh slowly. Your lips are parted, and you’re panting softly.

“Fuck.” Kid mutters again, his feet taking him closer to Victoria - to you - without him even meaning to. 

Your head snaps to the side, and you lock eyes with his, as if acknowledging he’s there for the first time. He watches as your fingers disappear inside your wet core, your back arches, and your lips part. “Kid!” you moan out, without losing eye contact, and suddenly, his throat is drier than the desert. 

“Why are you so far away? Touch me,” you demand, and in the blink of an eye, Kid has his knees on the seat so he can reach you.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Kid mutters, his hands roam your breasts, your waist, your thighs, every inch of skin he can touch and the little whimpers you keep letting escape your lips just turn him harder and harder. 

Adjusting your body and raising your legs over his shoulders, he groans once before tasting you. His tongue probes softly at the entrance, teasing both you and himself and driving you near the brink of insanity. Then he plunges deep, curling his tongue and twisting it around so he can gather all of your flavor with one long gulp. 

“Kid!” you cry out, and it’s music to his ears. Your hands tangle in his hair, gripping, tethering yourself to this world, and he grins into you. You should hold on real tight because he’s about to make it spin faster. 

Inserting his fingers where his greedy tongue once was, Kid curls them to hit that perfect sweet spot, sucking your clit and nibbling it gently. “I’m coming, Kid, I’m coming!” you pant sweetly and Kid wishes he could have that sound engraved forever in his memory, or carved into the inside of Victoria so he can listen to it on repeat.

You come undone, shaking in abandon as your thighs clasp together, your hands pushing him away from your throbbing clit to avoid overstimulation, but he’s no quitter. He uses his tongue to prolong your pleasure until you’re sweating, panting, and begging him to stop. 

When he finally does, he licks his lips sultrily, face still glistening from your juices, then unbuckles his pants and undoes the button. He doesn’t miss the way you bite your lower lip and let out a long moan as your eyes meet his thick, girthy cock when he frees it.

“I’m gonna fuck ye senseless.” You merely nod and spread your legs farther, allowing him to slot himself against you, his weeping tip already teasing your entrance.

“Fuck me, Kid, fuck me.” Your pleas make his cock twitch and leak precum as another primal groan vibrates through his chest. 

“Aye.” He complies and thrusts harshly, making you arch your back and cry out his name again at the sudden intrusion. He’s not gentle or kind, he doesn’t know how to be, honestly. Instead, he digs his fingers into your hips and pulls you relentlessly against him, thrusting faster and harder, hitting all the right spots.

Your pussy clenches around his length and sucks his cock so tightly he knows he won’t last long. He’s mesmerized by the way your tits bounce, the way your back arches perfectly - allowing him to thrust deeper - the way your hands seek purchase against his forearm, and damn it, all the perfect sounds that escape your parted lips.

Especially his name.

“Shit,” he mutters through gritted teeth, feeling his release creeping in. “I’m bringin’ ye with me. C’mon.” His flesh hand parts from your bruised hips and seeks your swollen nub, circling and pressing.

And as soon as your panting increases, your lips parting again in an almost silent cry, your cunt clenches his cock, and he can feel his release right behind.

As he’s about to thrust one last time, the sounds disappear, and he opens his eyes with a muffled groan, his hips shaking, cock twitching and spurting, soiling his briefs as he pants himself awake. For a moment, Kid stays still, chest still heaving, hands gripping the sheets of his rumpled bed as a damp sheen of sweat coats his forehead. 

“What the fuck?” he finally mutters into the dark. “A wet dream? Like a fuckin’ teenager?” With a shame-filled groan, Kid gets up, shaking his head at the sticky mess inside his boxers and heading straight to the bathroom. 

Seeing you touch Victoria with such reverence earlier in the day, watching as you worked to help him restore his pride and joy, just seems to have increased this unrestrained desire he feels for you. 

But if he’s about to have wet dreams every night because of it, he’s fucked. 

-*-

Your presence in the garage becomes welcome and familiar. Even in the afternoons when Kid’s busy fixing some other car or bike, you’re there, hanging out with him and Killer. You soon discover that one of your favorite pastimes - in which Killer joins willingly - is annoying the shit out of Kid. Sometimes you and Kill have real bets on who can get him flustered first. 

You don’t feel that bad about taking a small fortune from Killer, since you win most of the time. 

There are times when you bring the boys lunch - tacos, sandwiches, hot dogs - and you all end up talking and laughing at the most random things. 

Except for the fact that Kid doesn’t talk about his past, Killer doesn’t let you see the lower half of his face, and both seem very guarded about their thoughts and feelings, you’ve come to think of them as your friends. 

Today, Kid is sanding the primer on the surface of the car until it's evened out to perfection so Victoria can be painted. He told you he would do this step alone but didn't mind your company, so he's not at all surprised when you come knocking. 

The weather is hotter than it has been all week, almost unbearable and abnormal for spring, but Kid has two fans working inside the garage, and it seems to be manageable. 

“She's looking pretty with her foundation on!” you joke, hands on your hips, and Kid chuckles, his shoulders shaking slightly. 

And now you're ogling. 

Because the way he moves his hands diagonally over the body of the car makes the muscles on his arm expand and contract. Each stroke ripples, making his veins pop out, and you can't seem to look away. 

“Yer doin’ it again, Sparkles,” Kid states smugly. 

“What?” you ask, but you know what he's talking about, so you turn and start to wander around the garage. 

“Starin’.”

“I'm not!” Kid snorts, and you hear the distinct sound of sanding, sharper this time.

He doesn't answer you as he's laser-focused on his job, so you try not to distract him very much. 

If some of his pin-up calendars and racy posters are downright degrading, there are others quite tasteful and perfectly fitting, from women sitting on vintage cars and motorcycles to female mechanics changing oil or tires. You're observing a fun one about garage rules when your eyes are drawn to a dusty old frame almost hidden behind oil cans on the same shelf. 

You reach out and blow the dust off. When you get a good look at the photo, your lips part, and you find yourself smiling softly. 

Kid has both arms, and they're wrapped around the shoulders of two other men. Those two, in turn, are similarly holding another two men. Then, there are two women sitting on the ground, and Killer is in the middle of them - his mask is in place, but the blond of his hair is unmistakable. They are all wearing army uniforms and laughing wholeheartedly, their faces smeared with camouflage face paint in weird and funny shapes - a heart on one, a swirly pattern on another, there’s even one whose camouflage resembles stitches around the lips. 

Kid looks young. Handsome but softer around the edges. His smile seems easy and unguarded, and he looks happy. What strikes you most, though, is the lack of shadows and harshness in his eyes.  

“You were in the army?” You can't stop the question from escaping your lips, and though you don't look back at Victoria or Kid, you stop hearing him sand. 

When Kid speaks, his voice is heavy, like it carries memories and unspoken words. “I was. For a few years.”

“Is this your team?” You wave the photograph in the air, finally turning on your heels to look at Kid. But he's not looking at you. His hands grip the body of Victoria, and his eyes are shut tight. The way his jaw is clenched almost makes yours ache in similar agony. 

“They were my squad,” Kid lets out. Then, with a heavy exhale, he drops his tools at the workbench and grabs a beer from the fridge, drinking it in three long gulps. 

Were? You don't know if he means that they're not his squad anymore because he left the army or if something happened to them. But it doesn't feel like he's open enough to allow any more questions. 

“Oh.” It’s the only reply you can think of before placing the photo back on the shelf, making sure it’s more visible this time. 

You continue to wander around the garage, but even though you’re trying to ignore it, the air has turned heavy and uncomfortable. Kid has stopped sanding Victoria, and you just heard the refrigerator open again. You turn to him with a deep sigh, ready to ask if he wants to speak about it, though every hint he’s giving you tells you that his walls are raised as high as they can go, and climbing them feels impossible, when he beats you to it.

“Ye know what, City Girl? I think we’re done today. Ye can come by tomorrow if ye want. I got shit to do.” Kid doesn’t look at you. He sits on the worn-out couch at the back of the garage, a six-pack by his side, and his gaze fixed somewhere far away. Perhaps so far away that it might be trapped in a memory. 

“Sure…” you reply, unsure. Should you insist? “Erm… I… if you–”

“Tomorrow.” He nearly growls as he chugs back another beer, crushes the can, and throws it haphazardly into a corner of the garage before freeing another one from the plastic rings and opening it with a quick flick of his finger.  

“Yeah.” Nodding softly, you bite your lower lip and turn on your heels, feeling like you might’ve stirred some painful memories, even though you did it unwillingly. It’s an army photo, they were probably in the middle of a war when they took it. Whatever happened has surely left scars. “I’m… sorry?” you try, tentatively, but Kid doesn’t say anything else. 

A quick look over your shoulder finds him lost somewhere far away, his eyes unfocused, his jaw clenched. With a heaviness in your chest, you turn and leave the garage, closing the door before stepping out into the smoldering heat. 

“Oi, City Girl! You’re leaving already?” A voice to your right, near the tow truck, snaps you from your thoughts.

“Kill? Hi.” You smile weakly and stop to wait for him to reach you. Pointing inside, you shrug. “Kid has… shit to do…” you whisper.

Killer looks at you with a raised eyebrow, wiping his greased-up hands on a worn-out rag. “Something happened?”

You shake your head, hesitate, and then nod. “I… I found a picture from when Kid was in the army and asked him about it. He just–”

“Shut down?” he finishes, raising a hand to scratch under his ponytail. Then he sighs and sympathetically places one hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, you don’t have to feel guilty about it. Kid had a… rough time in the army. He doesn’t like to talk about it. There was no way for you to know.”

You nod softly, wiggling your hands together and sighing heavily again. “Yeah.”

“I mean it!” Killer reinforces. 

“I get it, I get it.” You smile to reassure him. But you still can’t shake the guilt gnawing in your chest. “You were in the photo too.”

Killer sighs, and his eyes seem to soften behind his wild bangs. “Yeah. I was an army cook. But they were still my squad.”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest. “Were?” It seems safer to ask Killer than it was asking Kid. 

Killer inhales as if he’s about to say something, but a loud crash followed by a string of curses comes from the garage, so instead, he sighs. “Let’s leave that for another day, okay?”

You nod, and your heart clenches again, filling back up with guilt. Kid doesn’t sound fine, and you can’t stop thinking that it was your fault. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Killer waves goodbye, and you head to your car, closing the door and feeling like you’ve also closed a metaphorical door with Kid. 

-*-

Killer pushes the garage door open and lets it bang shut behind him. Kid doesn’t even flinch. His face is closed off, and his hand grips a bottle of whiskey so tightly the veins pop beneath his skin. 

Killer sighs, sets his tools on the workbench, grabs a glass for himself, and drags a stool across the garage. It screeches against the floor - hitting scattered, empty cans of beer and a broken glass - until he’s near Kid. Then, without a word, he extends his glass and waits for a moment before Kid exhales and pours him a bit of the drink. 

They clank the glass against the bottle in mock salute and take a long gulp. 

After a few moments of silence, Killer finally speaks. “Were you a jerk to her? You know, when she brought it up?”

Kid’s scowl deepens, and he drinks another sip before answering. “No.” Killer nods and waits, but Kid doesn’t add anything else. 

“There’s no shame in letting somebody in… Maybe it would be good for you to share. It works for me.” Killer sighs. “I’ve seen you with her these last few days, working on Victoria, actually smiling… you looked… happy.”

Kid scoffs, but Killer doesn’t miss the way his hand tightens around the bottle. “Yer bein’ a sap.”

“Doesn’t make me wrong, though.”

They sit in silence a little while longer, and Kid fills up Killer’s glass again before speaking. “I don’t got a problem with her askin’ stuff about the army…” Killer’s brow raises, and Kid curses. “Aye, maybe I do. But it ain’t just that.” He looks into his metal arm and flexes the hand absently. “She’s good, Kill. Too fuckin’ good. And I destroy good things, ye know that. I fuckin’ ruin everythin’ I care about!”

Kid’s voice grows in volume, and he takes another sip of the drink. He’s starting to spiral again, and Killer knows he should just let him deal with it alone, as he prefers to do. 

“Maybe you won’t this time.” Another scoff. This time, Kid even adds a bitter laugh. Killer sighs and runs a hand over his face, letting the silence settle between them again. Then he grins mockingly. “So what happened to fun? Does this mean you actually care?”

Kid curses again and gets up on wobbly feet, the whiskey and the beers he drank before already doing the job they’re supposed to. 

“Like fuck. It’s still just fun.”

Crossing his arms, Killer follows Kid with his eyes as he stumbles around the garage, too pent-up to sit still. “You’re contradicting yourself, man. First, you say you ruin things you care about, but she’s still just fun? Why are you worried about destroying her, then?”

Kid stops suddenly, his eyes falling on the picture frame you dusted off and left more visible. His eyes scrunch, and his scowl deepens as he scrutinizes the photo. For a moment, he doesn’t do or say anything, he just stares. 

Then, switching the bottle to his prosthetic hand, he raises his flesh hand, almost like he’s about to pick up the photo, but then he stops. Instead, he rests his palm against his forehead, releasing a heavy sigh. “Can ye just leave me alone, Kill?”

Killer stares at the floor for a moment before nodding. Then he puts the stool in its original place and leaves the glass on the workbench. “You don’t gotta do this alone, brother. You know–”

“Leave, Kill.”

“Yeah…”

-*-

Killer: Morning, City Girl! Don’t bother coming this afternoon. We’re swamped with work. Kid’ll let you know when he has time to finish up Victoria.

You’re still in bed, staring at the phone and at the text that was waiting for you, first thing in the morning. Swamped? But you’ve been to the garage while they had work before, and they didn’t stop you then. And why wasn’t Kid the one to text? Did you really upset him that much by finding his old army photo? What could’ve happened, and was it that bad?

The rooster crows again, and this time you answer its call, getting ready to start the day, trying not to overthink what happened at the garage. It’s probably nothing. Maybe they really are swamped and Kid can’t waste time with small talk. They are the only mechanic's shop in town!

Except the whole day goes by without a peep from Kid. The next day, the same. But you shrug it off. The weekend starts tomorrow so he’s sure to tell you to swing by the garage then. 

Yet, you’re wrong again. 

Saturday rolls by lazily, and you’re returning from lunch with your old crew. Sanji grilled some meat over at Luffy’s and the day was spent in fun. Still no word from Kid or Killer, though. 

As the afternoon rolls over, you say your goodbyes and leave early. You promised your dad you’d try the new restaurant in town because he’s been raving about the dish he tried when he went with Beckman - kimchi fried rice with lobster - and he’s been so insistent that it’s the best thing he ever tasted and you should try it, that you finally caved, just to get him to stop.

However, as soon as your car enters the battered dirt driveway that leads to your house, your breath hitches and your chest constricts. Kid’s truck is parked right in front of your house. 

You can’t quite shake all the nerves that are suddenly making your hands tremble like leaves, but you take a few deep breaths before you leave the vehicle, convincing yourself that you’ll be back to your usual banter and that Kid wasn’t even that upset.

And if he is upset, you’ll just yell at him for a little bit, because how the hell are you supposed to know that the army is a touchy subject and you should avoid it? He can’t be mad at you for something you didn’t know!

“I’m home, Dad.” You climb the porch steps, quickly place your purse on the holder, and peek around, trying to find him. 

“Already?” Shanks answers you from the kitchen, a half-eaten apple dangling from his front teeth. 

“Yeah, weren’t we going to that restaurant you’ve been talking about?”

Shanks’ eyes widen as he removes the fruit from his mouth, chewing. “I forgot about that. The freaking tractor has been giving me trouble all week and today it finally died out.” He frowns and takes another bite of the apple. “Had to call Kid to save the thing from dying,” Shanks mutters and you get the distinct feeling that he waited until you were away to call him over. 

Maybe you’re just overthinking things again. 

“So, no restaurant?” You inquire.

“Well, we can always get take-out.” He proposes and you agree.

“Okay, deal.” Biting your lower lip and hoping your father doesn’t overreact, you turn to leave again. “I’ll be brushing the horses, then. They’re due for a good scrubbing!” And before he says anything else, you’re already rushing down the porch steps and heading into the barn.

The clangs of tools against metal are interspersed with heavy cursing and furious growls. You suppress a snicker as you approach the barn - the old tractor is giving Kid a run for his money, it seems. 

The door is wide open, letting the sun into the surprisingly cool barn. Inside, Kid’s head is buried in the tractor’s open engine bay. His flesh arm flexes, muscles glistening with sweat and grease, while his metal prosthetic works effortlessly inside, tweaking something you can’t see - but whatever it is, it’s clearly pissing Kid off. His jaw is clenched tight in a furious scowl, and his wild red hair sticks to his forehead with dampness. 

You try to ignore the way your chest warms at the sight of him and reach for the bucket that holds the brushes you and your father use to groom the horses. He still hasn’t noticed you, and you don’t quite know how to approach him. Will the conversation be weird and strained? Should you joke and flirt as usual? Should you say nothing? 

“Why are ye tiptoein’ around? Just come in already. And stop yer starin’, woman!” Another clang and another curse later, Kid emerges from the confines of the engine bay, a smug grin on his lips now, and suddenly, you don’t even know why you were worried things would be different between the two of you. 

“How did you hear me come in? I was so silent!” you grumble as your cheeks warm because now he’s the one doing all the staring. 

His grin widens as he wipes his hand on a rag. “I was gonna say somethin’ dirty, but that metal thing in that bucket looks spiky, and ye’d probably throw that at my head.” You chuckle and nod in agreement. “The horses gave ye away,” he says, pointing behind him.

Well, that checks. Two horses are staring at you through the fence, chuffing as their ears twitch, already anticipating the attention you’re about to give them, while the others lie down lazily. One of them seems especially interested in what Kid’s doing - he’s got his head over the fence, inspecting the engine too. 

“So,” you start as you approach, and Kid turns back to the tractor. “How have you been?”

He chuckles, his eyes never leaving the engine as you start giving the horses attention. 

“Been missin’ me, Sparkles?”

“Pffft!” you scoff. “As if!” 

“Been busy, that’s all.” he grumbles, reaching for another tool. “Fuckin’ piece of crap. Ancient shit.”

“Aw! The tractor is putting up a big fight with you?” you say mockingly, gently patting the horses on the head. 

“Yer father should just end its misery and burn the damn thing.” There’s a loud noise, and Kid curses again. In his hand is half a bolt, so the other half must be broken somewhere inside. You bite your lip to stifle a sneaky smile as a vein pops up on his neck. “Fuckin’ piece of shit!”

Kid reaches for a water bottle near the wheels of the tractor and stops his work to stare at you. “No target shootin’ today, sweetheart?” He’s referring to the first time you truly interacted, shooting cans with your ex Ichiji’s face drawn on them with a BB gun. You can almost feel the ghost of his touch on your back and hands from when he taught you to aim. 

With a sigh, you start brushing the nearest horse, your work methodical, but you don’t look at him. “Nah, that memory’s already purged. I’m not angry anymore.” At least you think you’re not angry anymore. Maybe just a little bitter? Hurt? Shit. There’s still something there, for sure. 

“Aye. Good for ye.” Suddenly it hits you: Kid is so good at aiming and shooting because of all his time in the army. 

Silence stretches as you both work on your tasks, and you wonder if the mention of shooting has got him thinking about the army again. Maybe you should just avoid the subject altogether.

After a while, he breaks the silence. 

“Yer too quiet. I’m not used to that, ye usually have somethin’ cheeky to say.”

A lazy grin curls your lip, and this time you look over your shoulder to gauge his reaction. “Well, I didn’t want to disrupt your work. Men suck at multitasking, so I figured you wouldn’t get anything done if both your hands and your mouth were occupied.”

The clang of the wrench hitting the truck this time is purposeful as he does it both to stop what he’s doing and to get your attention. “Oh, oh, oh,” he chuckles dangerously low. “Sweetheart, when my mouth and my hands are occupied, that’s when I do my best work.” His brow raises, and you smirk smugly as your easy banter is back on track. “If ye think that about men, yer old boyfriend mustn’t have treated ye right.”

Your smirk is instantly wiped out of your face. You know Kid said that as innuendo, something playful, meaning he would please you so much better. But suddenly, flashes of that life come rushing in.

How you always had to be the perfect date, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect fiancée… how the standards for how you presented yourself next to Ichiji were so high that the anxiety of always being perfect clawed at your throat every damn day. 

And especially, how the guilt of falling short was overwhelming. So, saying that Ichiji ‘mistreated’ you, isn’t that farfetched at all.

Yep, there are definitely lingering feelings there, even if they’re all negative. 

“Oi!” Kid’s voice snaps you out of it, and you gasp as you’re jolted back to reality. You try to force a smile but instead shake your head and turn back to the horse. You hear Kid stride towards you, and the air feels unexpectedly heavy. 

He towers next to you, but you don’t stop meticulously brushing the horse to acknowledge his presence. Kid says your name sternly, and you’re so used to him using nicknames to refer to you that you turn to meet his gaze. 

“The fuck was that about?” He seems pissed about something. “Ye just shut down on me.” A slight scoff leaves your lips because that’s exactly what he did a few days ago back at the garage, but you don’t say anything. Instead, you raise your arm to continue brushing the horse.

Kid’s flesh hand grabs your forearm and stops your motion, forcing you to turn to him. “Did the fucker do somethin’ to ye? Does Shanks know?”

You shake your head frantically. “No, no, Kid. Nothing happened.” Well, at least not to the extent Kid thinks it did. “Nothing like that. He was just an ass. It’s okay. I’m fine, water under the bridge.” His brow raises again, and he’s still gripping your arm, so you lock eyes with him this time. “I swear, it’s fine, it’s just recent.” 

It’s like he’s trying to read what’s hidden underneath, the words you’re not saying. But then he releases you, scratching the back of his head and taking a small step back. “Aye. We all got stuff. I get it.”

That’s right. Stuff. A bit demeaning of everything that’s going on in your head, and probably a lot demeaning of whatever the hell happened in the army that got him to build his walls as high as they could reach the other day. 

Still… you don’t want to talk about your stuff, and he sure as hell doesn’t want to talk about his.

Suddenly, you’re aware of how close he’s standing, and his distinctive scent envelops all of your senses: gasoline, metal, grease, and that salty, musky essence of sweat. Kid must’ve also realized how close you both are because his eyes are wandering down your top - where you can feel sweat dripping - his flesh hand clenching into a fist. 

“Ye know what they say is good after a bad breakup, Sparkles?” The glint in his eyes tells you all you need to know. So, you take a small step further into his space, your hand reaching up as you move a strand of red hair away from his eyes.

“I hear rebound sex works wonders.” You whisper sultrily, and Kid’s grin spreads wider. He unclenches his fist and places his hand on your waist, pulling you flush against his body, forcing a surprised gasp from your lips. 

His eyes burn into yours, and you can read desire spelled out between them as clear as day. “I was about to suggest gettin’ pissed drunk, but I like yer idea better.”

The air between you feels thick with tension, and the trickle of sweat dripping down the back of your neck tells you that the barn has to be overheating. Your fingers linger on his face, tracing his sharp jaw and then his neck. Kid grunts as his fingers flex and curl against the fabric of your top, hitching it up just enough for you to feel the pressure of his calloused fingers on your skin.

He leans down, and you close your eyes in anticipation. Then…

Shanks’ voice resounds in the barn as he calls out your name, and even one of the horses neighs in annoyance at the commanding sound. Kid curses and pulls away, taking the steps back to the tractor and immediately starting to work on the engine again, a litany of low curses spilling from his pursed lips. Your heart is still hammering against your ribs, still deluded, thinking you’re about to kiss, and you have to swallow hard just to try and get back to reality.

“Yes, Dad?” You answer Shanks with a shaky voice, finding enough courage to face him. He’s standing at the entrance of the barn, his arm across his chest as if it were crossed, and a scowl on his face. 

“Can you go grab us a couple of beers, please?” Shanks asks briskly. Your eyes fall on Kid, and he seems tense but doesn’t say anything. So, you nod and put away the brush you were using on the horse, making a beeline towards your father. 

“Be right back,” you tell him, and can almost sense his disappointment when his dark gaze lands on you as you pass by him.

‘He’s an angry man…’ ‘He’s dangerous…’ 

You ignore Shanks’ words with a sharp shake of your head and hurry home with the distinct feeling that your father wants to have a word with Kid without you listening in on the conversation. 

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|Chapter 4🔞|

[rbynight]

thinking about a species of alien that reproduces using technology. by inserting a probe into their chosen incubator, they force the recipient’s body open and build its offspring bit by bit. you might be able to talk yourself out of it for a little while, but you can’t resist your curiosity forever. that’s when they get to you.

not long after you blink awake, you feel your hole go suddenly loose — then, a sudden pressure as the first stage of the alien technology begins to make its shape inside you. at first, it’s uncomfortably rigid. you feel a constant flutter in your pelvis as it constructs itself; the sensation eventually fades into a gentle (but insistent) swell in your stomach. when the artificial womb is done, the small and flexible probe is changed out for a thick pipe that holds your walls wide open. now, you’re ready.

the aliens crowd around you, blurry through your half-closed eyes. you feel a sudden heat press against your sensitive hole and plunge into the device attached to you. the strange cock flares every few centimeters, stretching your entrance to its limit. just when you think you can’t take any more, it whines and floods you with a heavy dose of cum that sits warm in the bottom of your stomach. you squeeze around the pipe and try to catch your breath — that was only the first one.

one impossibly long breeding session later, you lie dozing on a soft surface, belly swollen with the things the aliens have done to you. the tube has been removed at some point, finally giving your exhausted hole some rest. you take a moment to be grateful — you know you have to birth them next.

once they realize you’re awake, they waste no time suspending you into a padded harness. it scares you at first, but it honestly isn’t that bad once you get used to it. your heavy stomach is supported perfectly and your back feels great. something firm presses up against you, leaving your hole exposed and ready.

the first thing that comes out of you is a rush of cool, slippery fluid. you gasp in surprise — now you can feel the eggs rolling around inside you. the hard shell that was encasing them has disappeared, letting the fully-grown eggs move freely inside your new incubator. the first one shifts lower, then forward, then—

you cry out as it presses against your lips. the slightly-flexible shell slips out of you mercifully easily. that’s one birthed… according to the screen above your head, the first of many.

you swallow. this is going to be a long night.

[lyxandria]

nsfw - minors, dni - breeding kink, semi-public sex, afab reader

he picks you up and sits you on the edge of his desk, his cock already stiff with anticipation, kissing you deeply. lifting the hem of your skirt, he inserts a finger inside you, excited to feel how wet you are. 

you want this. so badly. i can feel how wet you are, just thinking about being bred. he kisses you again and again, his tongue probing open your parted lips. tell me you want this. that you want my seed.

you nod your head, your body writhing, desperate and needy to feel his cock inside. i want you to fill me up with your seed.

satisfied with your reply, he guides his cock to your dripping entrance. rubbing the tip in your slick, your core floods with warmth as he coats his shaft in it.

we don't have much time, so this will have to be fast. 

you smile happily, loving this idea. to finally be bred by him is unimaginable. and the possibility of getting caught doing so is enough to send you over the edge.

his cock slips inside easily; your entrance completely soaked, prepared for this event. once fully seated inside, he begins thrusting. not waiting for you to adjust to his size, his hips slam against yours mercilessly. true to his word, he pounds your pussy hard and fast - today isn't about you getting off first. it's about the him breeding you, filling you with so much cum that it drips down your leg.

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