#is that the big fuck off canines makes him look better

[what-the-fuck-khr]

absolutely enamoured and obsessed now with the way someone drew Luffy with huge as fuck canines that he just shows off bc he has a big as fuck grin and likes to stretch his cheek to show em off. fucking so into that actually. what a design feature that could’ve been on him. I’m never gonna shut up about this

edit: here is the fanart in question

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ love me, connie springer (nsfw)

thinking about babydaddy!connie fucking you nice and slow after finding out you got stood up by your date. having little constentina (his idea, but tina for short) for the weekend, your precious angel just couldn’t keep her mouth shut to her daddy when you’d told her you were going on a small ‘dinner’

“she said dinner but that really means date, daddy.”

connie isn’t surprised. no one knew how to handle you beside him. i mean, he’s had your ass in place successfully for nearly ten years; only he was man enough to handle you, your mind, and most of all your body.

you loved connie like no other, you wanted no one else to be the father of your children. but you knew the streets would eventually take him away from you, and you just didn’t wanna stick around for that. not when you had a five year old girl depending on the both of you. connie looked for other ways to make bread without selling or doing anything…illegal but it was hard to match the stacks he was bringing home every weekend.

your separation was a one sided agreement anyways it seems. to you? you two were broken up. to connie delulu ass? you were his wife and you’re ‘smoking dick if you think ion belong to you and you’on belong to me.’

you didn’t even have any words for the absence of your so called ‘date.’. after an hour of waiting, you figured you’d call in to check on tina. ringing connie, your babyfather answered on the first ring, of course with a wood in his mouth and multiple lights on his face, signaling he was watching tv.

“hey,” your voice is solemn and low. you really were tired and ashamed to say anything more.

“hey mama, you okay?” connie’s hazel brown eyes quickly flick over to yours through the screen.

you shrug though he can’t see it. “i’m okay.” you admit. “just callin’ to check on my baby.” the frame was only on your face, but from the small shake of your hand, connie had managed to get a glimpse of a pretty black dress you’d sported, breasts looking three times as big as it usually did because of your sitting position. he could tell you dressed up for the night.

“yeah? she good, just upstairs sleepin’ right now. how was your date, pretty?” you hear connie turn down the tv in the background and give you his full intention.

you furrow your brows. “what? boy, how’d you know about it?”

your baby father blows out a huff of smoke and chuckles, flashing his gold canines. he wasn’t gon snitch on his lil informant princess. “i got my ways. tell me bout it baby.”

with a roll of your eyes, you let out a tired sigh and felt your shoulders sag. “wouldn’t know. the nigga never showed.”

connie furrows his own thick eyebrows. “what you mean? he told you he couldn’t come?” he asked. from the shake of your head, you see his face soften on the screen. “come over n’ smoke with me. lemme make you feel better.”

you kiss your teeth and throw your head back, already knowing where the conversation was headed. embarrassment flooded your expression. “you eating my pussy is not gonna make me feel better, constance.”

connie kissed his teeth and waved you off dismissively. “you’on know that.”

a blush can’t help but creep its way onto your brown cheeks. “i’m supposed to be staying away from you, ya know.”

connie gives you a knowing grin, shamelessly flexing the two deep dimples in his cheeks that constentina inherrited from him. “yeah? how’s that going for you, mama?”

“obviously not good because i’m actually considering your offer of being a booty call tonight?” you laugh.

“come onnn mama, tina’s sleep, i got a wood rolled for you and i want you here.” your ex compromised with a kiss of his teeth. “lemme rub ya feet and all on ya butt i promise you’ll feel better.

“i’m tired and don’t feel like driving, con,” you whine in the same tone. you knew if he didn’t have your daughter he’d already be at your door, but you refused to risk waking her up in a car ride over here.

connie rolls his eyes and puts you on pause for the moment. a minute later he comes back on screen and takes a pull of his backwood. “your uber on the way baby.”

“ooh daddy,” you cried, trying your hardest to breathe straight. “you know i cum fast like this, oh shit,” connie had your legs spread wide open, forcing your huge tits up against the bottom of your face as he pumped in and out of you.

“you like that mama, like when i fuck you nice and slow? all romantic n’ shit?” connie teased. tears streamed down your face and he wasted no time in kissing them from your pretty face.

you’re too far in euphoria to even fully comprehend exactly what he’s saying. “yes, i love when you stroke this pussy so deep daddy.”

connie holds your breasts up damn near to your face and takes his time sucking on each of your nipples, making sure to stretch and pull it all the way back as far as it could go, grinning at the sound of it snapping back toward you. “you’on need no one else to love you like this but me, you heard?”

you can’t help but shake your head, the small responsible part of you left that hadn’t been fucked out by connie yet (though he was close) was slowly bringing you to reality. “no,” you respond.

“nah, nah, dead that shit or imma stop,” your ex threatened, straightening his back out so he stood tall, yet still very deep inside your gummy walls. you can’t help but stare down the tattoos that littered his body; many dedicated to you and your shared daughter. “you grippin’ me so tight baby, boutta make me cum, fuck,” connie throws his head back and whines. “tell me you’re mine n’ we gonna get back together.”

“no, con,” your words were saying one thing, but the cream ring of your arousal forming around connie’s tanned dick was betraying everything leaving your mouth. “w-we’re we’re toxic—oooh, yes, right there right there!”

suddenly, a large pair of hands come to wrap around your neck, gripping lightly. “tell me you’re mine or im not fuckin’ this pussy,” he orders. “you know i don’t be bluffing, mama. ‘specially when it come to your spoiled ass déjame oírte decirlo.”

more tears fall from your eyes as you feel your lower region bubble in evstasy. “con—“

“say it if you wanna cum.” connie’s grip around your neck tightens as he inevitably starts to babble. he was not gonna let up off you no matter what. “come on mama, say it n lemme give you another baby. gonna make you a mama all over again, want you so full of my babies, pretty—fuck,” he breathed out. “you know daddy sorry, you gonna forgive him?”

it wasn’t until connie started to add his thumb rubbing circles around your clit did you finally fold and give in. “oh fuck, yes! yes yes i forgive you con—please—“

“go head and cum mami, te quiero.” connie breathed out, feeling his own orgasm approach. “te amo joder joder por favor dame más hijos mami te estoy rogando déjame correrte dentro de ti,” the man curses into the atmosphere as he strokes himself in you a few more times.

“yes yes,” you nod in response to his pleads of cumming in you. a nanosecond later, connie’s cumming deep into you until he ends up shooting nothing but blanks. you’re full to the brim to the point where drops of his cum couldn’t help but ooze out between your puffy cunt.

“dio mio.”

[charliemwrites]

Woof woof yall.

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You’re out in the woods one day, taking photos and going for a little hike. Stupid mental health walk or something; whatever, it’s a nice day and you’ve gotten some good shots. You’re just about to turn back when a huge brown and black wolf lopes out from a nearby thicket.

There aren’t any wolves in England though! Hunted to extinction - it’s why you feel safe bebopping around the forest alone in the daylight. So you see this big fuck-off sized “dog” and coo at the pretty puppy.

“Hello handsome boy, aren’t you just gorgeous! Will you come say hi?”

You do all the right things that you’re supposed to do with an unfamiliar dog but he just barges right through. Trots up to you, nose shoved into your crotch. You startle, bark a laugh, shove at his big stupid head.

“A little forward,” you tease, scratching under his chin, “but it’s better than biting.”

You feel all around his neck for a collar, but no luck. He must be someone’s though, huge blue eyes too intelligent and focused on your words. And his coat is so well maintained, glossy and shedded.

“Do you know how to… sit?”

An adorable head tilt, and the big dog settles onto his hind quarters.

“What a good boy!” you croon. “So smart!”

He licks at your palm and wrist as you scratch at him, huge tail thumping. A canine grin, tongue lolling out as he waits for your next command.

You hum.

“Well, guess we can check if you’re microchipped, huh? Or at least I can get you some water. See if someone recognizes you…”

You make a kissy noise at him. “Let’s go, big boy. Come.”

And to your delight, he falls into step with you. He weaves along the path ahead and behind, but always loops back to you, brushing against your thigh as if to reassure you he’s still there.

You hum as you walk, giggling when you see his ears twitch and swivel towards you. Tease that he should do better if he doesn’t like your version of Jolene.

You only cross paths with two other people on the walk, a pair of guys clearly out for a more serious hike. The dog plants himself between you and them, ears pinning back and a low growl erupting from his chest. You startle a bit, carefully burying your fingers around his scruff in case you need to grab him quickly.

“I’m guessing he doesn’t belong to either of you, then?” you ask.

One of the guys shakes his head. The other gives you an odd look. “He’s not yours?”

The dog barks, loud and rough. You shush him, explain the situation to the hikers. But the dog never stops rumbling and they quickly go on their way, keeping a wide berth.

You huff. “Don’t like men, huh?”

Poor thing. Maybe he was abandoned by a mean owner?

“S’alright, bud, I’ll be good to you.”

He follows you all the way back to your home. And when you open the door, shoulders right past you.

“Ah, shit,” you groan. “You weren’t supposed to come in!”

He gives you an almost betrayed look. You try not to huff in amusement.

“So help me, if you bring nasty things in this house I will shave you. Shave you. You’ll look so silly. Like an overgrown raw turkey.”

The dog turns, trots back to you. You didn’t realize just how big he is until he’s got his big paws on your shoulders. You blink, have to take a step back to brace against the weight of him. In his hind legs he’s taller than you. Really could pass for a pure bred wolf.

A big, rough tongue licks from your jaw to your forehead. You scrunch up your face but end up laying a kiss on his muzzle in return.

“Alright, you big nasty. Down you get.”

You shut and lock the door behind you, brushing leaves and dirt off.

“Okay, shower first,” you say aloud, already tugging off your clothes. “Then we’ll run into town, see if we can track down your family.”

You don’t mind the dog staring, unblinking, as you strip down right there, balling things up to avoid tracking a mess through the house. Nor do you mind him following you to the bathroom, though you do push at his snout when he licks the back of your knee. Just normal dog things, really. They don’t get people stuff like clothes or boundaries.

“Stay out of trouble, bud. I’ll be right out.”

As you wash up, you consider the merits of adopting. Only if you can’t find the dog’s actual family, that is. It’s lonely in your little house sometimes - and a bit spooky at night. A big, protective dog might be just the thing.

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[thegnomelord]

Gnome, my good man, what's your thought on a trickster spirit!reader within the cod monsterverse? Like, he can be a malicious or a purely mischievous spirit who likes to mess with things and play around. As all spirits are, he's a free one, and refuses to be tied down—relationship wise. Which would probably be for some good angst in regards to one/some of the boys pinning for an unrequited!reader. Anyways, I can just see him being an absolute menace to the other boys :3

Better yet if he's a regular fuckbuddy, but even during sex he's still running his mouth, making crude jokes or some offhand comment that makes his current buddy all "???". The only way to shut trickster!reader is to stuff his mouth with some dick or ride/fuck him so good all he can get out is a bunch of whorish moans.

Just.... thoughts on trickster spirit!reader 😞😞

ooooh yessss, trickster spirit reader like anansi that's very clever but also a fucking troll. Reader that's an absolute menace to anyone in charge, a giant pain in the skull that takes every word seriously, as Price figured out when he remarked 'It's raining cats and dogs' and trickster reader literally made it rain cats or dogs, or some general said trickster reader was driving him up the wall so he ended up stuck on the ceiling lol.

Also I absolutely love love love the idea of brat reader and brat tamer 141. Like, you're a free spirit, to try and chain you don't is about as good of an idea as making the spirit of the sea stay with the sailor who loves her, and the old heartless man of the sea can tell you how well that goes.

So the boys let you roam, they let you have your fun; Holding your gaze across the bar when you're flirting with a faceless stranger, not pushing when you shrug their hand off your shoulder to go grind dance with a person you just met, biting back and resisting following you when you disappear to the bathroom for a quick fuck. You're not oblivious of their jealousy, your kin thrive on creating these emotions in others, and quite frankly it's fun to see how far you can push them.

But oh, little trickster, they may let you do as you please, but that doesn't mean your actions don't have consequences.

MDNI

Eventually you burn away all their patience, eventually, the need to show you why it's them you always return to burns too hot and you end up pinned on the bed, or the floor, or whatever semi-flat surface is around.

This time you're pinned beneath Soap who's half shifted, big burly body bruising your hips with the strength of each bounce, sharp claws digging into your ribs to give him a good hold on you. The headboard bashes against the wall every time he fully drops down on you, the springs creaking and digging into your back.

"Fuck puppy-" You moan so loudly you're sure half the base can hear but you can't give a single fuck about it when his ass is so tight around your cock. "So good- shit, you feel- fuck, fuck, fuck- really know how to chase that bone huh- hm!-" Your mouth runs automatically, the your hands sneaking out of the handcuffs easily so you can grip his hips.

Soap is beyond words, animalistic wolf brain too preoccupied with getting your cock as deep in his ass as he can. His tail wags back and forth, wide canine tongue stuck out of his mouth as he bounces on your cock harder, thick thigs tensing to drive you deeper into his velvet soft depths.

"Oh no you don't." Gaz snickers and snatches your arms. He's much more graceful than Soap when he sits on your chest, leaning over you and pinning your hands over your head. "You didn't let us touch you, you're not touching us." He smirks, the tip of his cock laying against your lips, and you could be fooled into thinking he's a trickster too.

You grin and purposely clench your teeth, looking up at him with challenge.

Gaz clicks his tongue, keeping your arms pinned over your head with one hand. His other hand curls into your hair and tugs just as Soap clenches around you. You're in no way responsible for the whorish moan that falls from your lips, eyes closing and mouth opening.

Your eyes fly open when Gaz pushes his hips and shoves half his cock into your mouth. "There you go, got your tongue." Gaz chuckles, pushing his dick a bit deeper. Another sharp tug is all it takes for your mouth to close around his shaft, eyes hooded, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on his cock. Gaz's cock muffles your moans when you get a taste of his precum as it beads down your throat, your mind melting through your cock as the two sergeants fuck all that trickster intelligence out of you.

[munsster]

rockstar standards

A/N: PLS PLS PLS DROP SUGGESTIONS FOR HOCKEY STEVE/EDDIE im having a total brainfart but i need to break into the hockey au game bc i love it 😻 (gif creds: @cuntyarmand)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, 90s AU

Summary: Corroded Coffin starts to gain some traction, and you can't help feeling stranded. 1.5k words

Warnings: minor angst/hurt comfort, fluff, pining, pet names (bug, sweetheart, sweets, baby), jealousy, undressed cuddling,

You watch him parade around the stage every Friday night. Sometimes he's playing the home stage, other times he books random amphitheaters and dive bars. But today, he's drenched in purple light on the outskirts of Chicago. It's by far the biggest venue Corroded Coffin has played. You sit by the pop up bar, but bodies are packed like sardines in this place. It's hot and loud, but it's worth it to see him so elated.

Even through his streaky eyeliner, you can tell he's adoring the attention of the pit. You can see their red fingernails and shiny tank tops and free flowing hair. You never thought Eddie would be the kinda thing you were attracted to. You also know he's not the kinda guy to be attracted to something like you. You know guys like Eddie usually go for the Pam Andersons and Courtney Loves. The Party girls. Not the ones who have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than watch a romcom alone.

That Sunday, Eddie pulls onto your street. It's late and he has a ringing headache. He couldn't think of anything better to do after touching down in Hawkins again. You'd headed home the night before, and it made his gut wrench knowing he wouldn't get to see you the rest of the weekend.

Your door creaks open, and he's smiling on the other side. He's already leaning against your doorway with the bouquet he bought earlier from the woman selling them on the corner.

"Missed you, bug," he huffs, "Can I come in?"

You step aside without another word, and he hangs his leather jacket on the coat rack like always. Something feels off when he sits on the couch to find you're on the complete opposite side from him. Usually, you're not shy about cuddling up beside him to watch a movie or share snacks or just talk.

He frowns and scoots closer, leaning in to grab at your ankle playfully. You kick his hand away, brow set hard above your lethal glare.

"Sweetheart," he huffs, tilting his head in confusion, "What's going on? Where's my cuddlebug?"

"I dunno, somewhere in Hollywood?"

His eyes nearly pop out of his head at that. You're his favorite girl and you know that. So why're you grilling him now.

"Tell me what's goin' on. What did I miss?"

And you look serious, too. This isn't some running joke he missed out on while he was away. He's not sure who bruised your confidence, but he's sure he'd like to have a few words with them. He hates the way your lip wobbles and your eyes avoid him cause it gives you away. That's how he knows you're heartbroken.

"Eddie," you whine, swiping a hasty tear from your cheek. "I just don't know why you keep me around when you could have any of those girls at your bon vivant gigs."

"Fuck is that supposed to mean, bug?" He barks it out on accident, sitting back on his haunches with a scowl. "I'm sorry, but there's no way I'm gettin’ rid of you."

"Eddie, please... you're gonna make it big and get shipped off to Tinseltown, and I'll still be here, teddy. Probably being someone's lonely, suburban housewife. It's what I'm made for, and that's not what you want."

"You're wrong."

"And maybe you should go," you whisper, choking back a sob and standing from the couch.

"No, sweets, you're wrong," he says, standing and striding over to you, "You've got me wrong, and you've got you wrong."

You cross your arms over your chest and finally look him in the eye.

"'S that so?"

"Yeah," he tuts. And he has the most charming, most dastardly smile you've ever seen, flashing his canines like a gentle killer. "'Cause I'm gonna take you with me."

"Teddy."

"Nope, I'm takin' you with me wherever I go, and there's nothin' you can say to change my mind. Even if you hate my music forever, fine, I'll fix you up in a nice five star anywhere we go. You can sit and watch all the movies you like. You'll be nobody's housewife, baby, 'cause I'm keepin' you."

You roll your eyes, batting away tears when he grabs your hand to pull you back to the couch.

"And what if I said that's not what I want?" you suggest, testing his rockstar resolve with your big, wet eyes and stubborn quips.

"Then I'll give you somethin' else. Anything else. But you're mine no matter what." If only you knew how proud it made him to call you his girl. To know you support him even if you don't love his genre.  "Now, would you come closer? You're killin' me."

You obey with a frigid pout, letting him drape your thighs over his and brush his ring clad paws over your cheeks, down your neck.

"But what about your groupies and the pretty girls at the bars or in the front row?"

"What about 'em?" he says, just barely shaking his head, "I'll have somethin' way better waiting for me."

You chuckle. "You're crazy."

He cocks a brow. "Old news."

When he notices how close you've gotten, he smiles. Your manicured nails graze over his chest with the only light washing over you from the dimly lit kitchen. He can't resist his palm curling behind your neck, pulling you close for a sweet kiss.

"Where d'you keep your vases?" he mumbles, remembering the tulips resting on the little table.

"Kitchen. Above the fridge," you say with your fingers already slotting between his to pull him towards the warm light. He loves you like this: sickly sweet and tender, holding him all gentle in your hot pulse. You go to reach for a painted ceramic vase, but he wraps his arm around you and turns you away.

"Ah ah ah, drop it, sweetheart. That’s my job," he says against your temple, holding the lip of the vase and patting your ass. He takes the bouquet from your grasp and sets both on the counter by the sink. You hand him a pair of scissors and he carefully snips the stems jagged, filling the vase with water.

His stomach flips when you wrap your arms around his waist and clasp your hands at his belt. He sets the prepared arrangement aside and turns in your embrace.

"All done," he says wickedly, palming your face with his wet hands. You jump back with a squeal, pelting a dish rag at this chest.

"Use a towel, you slob!"

He chuckles and wipes his hands on his shirt, tossing the towel over his shoulder and leering at you like he's starved.

"Come here," he mumbles. You go a little shy under his gaze, dropping your head and shuffling towards his presence. He catches you by the hips, dipping down to catch your mouth in a prying kiss. You grin against him and he groans, tugging you tight against his body.

"Always love how soft you are, baby. Surprises me every time." He shakes his wild mane and purses his lips for you to kiss this time.

"Where d'you want the flowers?" he says.

"Bedroom?"

His eyes light up involuntarily, and he grabs the vase, bounding off towards your room gleefully. You jog to catch up with him, and when you enter the threshold, he's expertly positioning the vase next to a stack of books on your dresser.

"Much cleaner than mine," he says, gesturing around the room, "You keep it nice in here."

You shrug. "Could be cleaner."

"You can never see mine," he teases, knowing full well you already have. He slings his arms low on your hips, adoring you in the blue light of dusk. "Can I undress you?"

You bow your head and whisper, "teddy..."

"Not like that. Just wanna hold you."

You kiss his slanted mouth sweetly, nodding.

He reaches for the edge of your soft cotton dress, pulling it up and over your head. He whistles low upon seeing your undergarments, whipping his shirt off and onto the floor somwhere. You giggle, helping him with his belt buckle. He traces your temple with his lips leaving kisses along the way. He steps out of his jeans and lets you lead him around the bed.

His curls sprawl out against your pillows, and he welcomes you into his side with a lazy smile. Your reach to touch his waist and softly feel over the scar below his ribs.

"Little tender, bug," he hisses. You bat your eyes up at him scared, pulling your hand away.

"I'm sorry."

He shakes his head. "No, please," he whispers, cradling your wrist, his eyes locked with yours. He draws the hair away from your neck, replacing it with his fingers to dance down along your spine. You’re warmer than he’s ever felt before and thankful for it. His hands are cold, but he doesn’t have to worry about it for very long when you bring each fingertip to your lips for a kiss.

“You’re my girl, alright? Always,” he whispers and you nod, “always.”

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[weaselle]

You came face to face with a wolf in the woods? What’s the story in that

ok ok so i'm driving through the woods down from Oregon to visit the fam in California, right? And right as i'm about to cross the border from OR to CA i'm like, oh shit, pops is the only one i don't have a christmas present for.

So i see this big weird log-cabin-ass liquor store and i'm all, he loves a unique bottle of wine, gotta be something in there he can't get back home so i pull in.

It's a building made of logs all by itself on the edge of the woods in the hills along the N. border of California. While i'm in there i ask to use the bathroom and they tell me sure, it's a small separate building behind the store

just walk down the foot path into the woods a few yards until you get to the fork and take the right side path to the little bathroom hut. Don't take the left side path unless you want to disappear all the way into the woods. Cool.

So i walk into the woods on the little trail, and i get to the fork in the path, and i can see the little bathroom hut off to the right. Before i take the right, as i'm standing there, i look down the left side path that trails off into the woods.

And right then this full grown wolf steps out onto the trail, about 15 feet from me.

it was in fact, this exact wolf. Altho he is older in this picture than when i met him. When he stepped out to come face to face with me that day, he was quite a bit thinner.

Now at 15 feet, i instantly knew he was a wolf. Not a coyote, certainly not a dog, when you're close and you look in their face it's just different in the snout and eyes.

So i freeze, and i'm looking at him but i'm not making any sustained eye-contact and i'm feeling that weird calm feeling i get when shit is too serious to panic. And i'm trying to look bored because that's the safest middle ground between acting like prey and acting like a threat and i'm like, shit. Shit. Okay. This is a wolf. This is a whole ass wild wolf in the woods, only about 3 body lengths from me. What is about to happen here. One of us is going to do something soon and it better not be the wrong thing.

Wolf is just standing there the same as me. Wouldn't surprise me if it was having basically the exact same thoughts

i wasn't working professionally with dogs yet, but even then i knew canines real well, and as i'm standing there getting a real good look i realize, fuck, this wolf is like, just under 2 years old.

This is very bad news for me.

See, an experienced adult wolf knows things. For instance, an experienced adult wolf knows exactly what it prefers to hunt (not humans) and has probably gotten good at hunting those things (and is therefor not desperate for food) and an older experienced wolf knows that it really can't afford to get injured in a fight if it can avoid one, and probably has figured out that humans are to be left alone.

But a wolf between a year and a half and two years? Is just becoming an adult. This is a wolf that meets an animal the same size as it and has questions.

Questions like "Is this a creature i want to eat?" or "maybe this is a creature that wants to eat me?" and the problem with both of those questions is the answer can easily wind up being "i should probably try to kill it"

Because a mature wolf will assess a threat for the safest way to deal with it, but, like a twenty year old person, a young inexperienced wolf is more prone to brash actions, such as preemptively attacking something it perceives as a threat.

I'm checking his body language and it is reading as uncertain, patient, fairly relaxed but ready for explosive action. Not great, but could be a lot worse.

All this is going through my calm calm head. Like of course i am frightened, but in emergencies my heart like, actually seems to slow a bit? and i get this weird calm clear feeling.

Anyway i'm standing there looking at this wolf, and this wolf is looking at me, and i start to realize... i'm the mature adult in this situation. I have to be the one to decide how this encounter goes.

It was at this point i recalled something i read in a book about cats.

In this book, the author goes to visit her father who is studying lions in Africa. He's staying in a village and when she gets there she is told she might stumble across a lion in the brush if she goes walking around outside the village for any reason (which is why her father is there) and that if she DOES come across a lion, for generations the locals have had a little social exchange worked out with the lions, so she should speak loudly but politely to the lion, and then walk purposefully away at an oblique angle to the lion.

So of course she's on a walk one day and a lion suddenly stands up not far from her. She freezes, unable to do the thing she had been told to do. After waiting and waiting, finally the lion makes a series of loud grunts, and then walks off at an oblique angle, as if to show her how it was done.

I remembered how much sense that made to me when i read it. An oblique angle is like, not straight ahead of you and not straight to the side of you, but sort of halfway between, like one of the branches on a "Y". An oblique angle is more toward than away, so it cannot be mistaken for any kind of running away, but it isn't directly toward the animal enough to be threatening. it is the physical communication equivalent of "You're in my way, but i'll be polite and go around you".

At an oblique angle to my right was the bathroom. So trying to seem like i didn't care about the wolf at all while simultaneously keeping very close track of its reactions, I walked kind of toward him, but way off to one side.

He relaxed more as i did so, watching me go. Then i was inside the little bathroom with the door shut and all my calm went away.

I didn't have my phone on me, and i was in a tiny room in the woods, and all i could think was, jesus christ that was a wolf. A fucking wolf. I just like, walked right by a wolf. A wolf, dude. What if I open the door and the wolf is RIGHT there on the other side? Can i get the door shut fast enough or will he be able to force its way into this cramped space with me? Have i just trapped myself in the woods with this wolf?

Since i was in there anyway, i peed and washed my hands... and then i cracked the door open with my heart in my throat. But that wolf was long gone -- probably melted back into the woods the instant my eyes were all the way off it.

I went back into the liquor store and told the lady in there that there was a wolf nearby, and she said they'd caught a glimpse of it a couple times, and they thought it was a dog jumped out of somebody's truck? I'm not sure she believed me.

Couldn't really blame her. As far as i was aware, there hadn't been any wild wolves in California in close to a hundred years.

So when i got where i was going and found some time to myself around a computer a couple days later, i looked it up.

Sure enough it turns out this wolf on the northern border of California was Wolf OR-7, who, wearing a tracking collar, at one and a half years old, became the first confirmed wild wolf to be in California since 1924, crossing the Oregon border within two days of my sighting him in that area. I found a thread online of people who had managed to get photos of him crossing their property, and while i'm not an expert at identifying wolves, it seemed to be the same wolf. And the right age. And confirmed to be on the border of California the same time I was. And was the only wolf in a hundred years to be there.

I didn't notice a tracking collar on him, but he's also wearing it in the above pic i included, so you can seen how i might have missed it.

So, I met wolf OR-7 face to face! And it was very memorable.

He did very well for himself. Went back up to Oregon and got himself a mate, and founded the Rogue Wolf Pack, the first pack in west Oregon in forever. Most wild wolves are lucky to see six years, but OR-7 (sometimes called Journey) lived to be 11. Some of his pups grew up and started their own packs.

Somebody wrote a book about him, and there's some kind of movie or TV documentary about him i haven't seen, it's called OR-7's Journey or something like that.

Here's a map of his travels

These are his grandchildren, sired by one of his sons

and here is some documentation of wolves in Oregon and California that includes, for example, that OR-7's daughter, OR-54, traveled over 8,000 miles around California and even into Nevada. This is her:

Anyway, that's the story of the time i bumped into a wild wolf in the woods!

[arminsumi]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ BETTER LEARN TO TAKE IT

MDNI

░ Toji x fem!reader

Mmm just a short nasty smut for Toji because 🤤

⚠️Cws; mmm SMUT 🌶️🥵, too spicy to proofread

⚠️💦Smut cws; pn 'slut', size kink, dirty talk, roughplay, rough sex, light corruption kink, light dacryphilia (licking tears too), unprotected sex (creampie), light humiliation kink

"God damn slut, look at you spreading those fucking legs so readily for me. Got no shame, huh?" he smirks, driving into you hard enough to make your legs shake and your breath stagger as you exhale. "Even got the face of a shameless fuckin' slut, too."

You press a pleading hand against his abdomen when he tries to push more of his stubborn cock inside.

"Oh, is it too much?" he condescends harshly, "Too much dick for my lil' slut? Hm?"

He's so harsh with both his words and his rhythm. Each time he thrusts, you hear it, you feel every inch of him that's splitting you open, and although it's unbearable when his tip bumps too deeply in your contracting walls, you still writhe in pleasure under his tight grasp.

"Fuck me, you're so fucking small you can barely take me." he seethes, watching his cock slowly get deeper than halfway at last. He's sweating and messy over you, so big and intimidating that you almost don't want to tell him you can't take his cock.

"T-T-Toji I don't think I can take more!" you moan like you're hiccoughing. Your voice is so small, just like the little hole he's trying to stuff.

"Oh really? You're tellin' me you can't take more when you're the one who fucking asked me to ruin you?" he mocks, "C'mon. Try a little harder than that."

You're squeezing out fat tears, and as they run down your cheek, Toji languidly licks them off. "You fuckin' cryin'?" he smiles cruelly.

"Toji," you mewl, arching your back and squirming as he fucks into you deliciously, " 'can't take it!" you squeal. You're sure this is your breaking point, there's no way you can take more.

"Well you better learn to take it." he hissed venomously.

You wail like a hurt puppy as he keeps hitting deep strokes in your tiny pussy. His cock is just as mean as his mouth. Each stroke builds you up towards a threateningly good orgasm.

Toji gave a toothy smile, showing off those canines, as he watched you shake and scream from pleasure. Sure, he felt insanely good because of your cute little hole, but seeing you come undone because of him is what made it feel even better. His cock felt like it was on fire; he kept getting more impatient with each thrust.

He really wanted to be all the way inside. It pissed him off that he couldn't bully his cock deeper in. So he fucked into you harder, amplifying the shameless sounds filling the room.

"Fuck, that's it," he laughs as you cum hard from his mean thrusts. He's got a firm hold on your ankles as he keeps your legs pried open. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes let me – fuuuck – let me get deeper." he groans in a strained voice, you see sweat deliciously running down his neck and biceps. " 'm gonna fuckin' cum."

He looks down at your pleasure-dazed face and feels his own orgasm rip across him. How could he resist? You looked too good like that, it always made him burst.

Your head is spinning like you're having a sugar rush, but you're not pumped with candy just cum. And a lot of it, it leaks out the sides, spilling over his cock, almost spurting. It's so messy down there it feels obscene.

The two of you are panting like crazy. Sex with Toji always gets so frantic that you feel robbed of breath.

[bbystark]

toxic!ghost x soft!reader

summary: ghost meets a soft little thing and quickly makes her his and his alone. (based on a request from @catoncrack59!)

a/n: tysm for the request, i'm sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted i did get carried away haha. enjoy!!

mdni mature themes

first sees you when he's freshly home from deployment, stalking the aisles of his local grocery store to fill his empty fridge.

there you are, politely tapping the shoulder of an elderly clerk and asking him where something is. you're in the cutest little sundress, eyes big as you point to an item on your list to show the employee.

he finds himself immediately enthralled. you laugh he gets a glint of your pearly teeth, your canine glinting in the florescent lights, and he's completely done for.

he forgets his quest for frozen tv dinners and finds himself trailing you throughout the grocery store, at one point pretending to be interested in tortilla chips when you glance his way.

you finally stop in the dairy section, quietly browsing the options while you chew on your lip. he briefly wonders what your lips feel like- soft no doubt- and why you needed help finding something so simple.

his question is answered when he's in line at checkout, one person behind you. you make small talk with the cashier, and he learns you just moved here for work, managing a new woman's shelter downtown. what a sweet thing, he thinks, so selfless.

it continues like that for weeks, simon tailing you all around town just to get a glimpse of your sweet smile and calming demeanor. he doesn't know what it is about you, maybe it's how polar opposite the two of you are.

simon thinks you would never be with someone so opposing of what your entire life radiated, but it only fuels the fire he has to claim you.

then he gets deployed. almost goes insane, can't stop thinking about your curves and sickly soft features.

more than once angrily fists his cock in the showers thinking of you beneath him, innocent eyes beckoning him closer.

he almost never feels satisfied after, watching his spend circle the drain feeling mildly disgusted with himself and the fact that you literally weren't even aware of his existence.

finally gets back after months and once again sees you at the grocery store and simply decides that life is too short and you're going to be his one way or the other

decides to grow a pair and ask you where something is, and oh! look at that, sweet little you even guides him to the exact aisle and shelf it's on. he makes up some bullshit about trying to bake and not knowing where to begin, knowing you'll eat the lie up.

ends up getting your number for, you know, baking advice and soon thereafter he's in your little house baking cookies with you

you fall for him almost immediately, big soft man who bakes. simon barely tells you anything about himself, omitting details and changing subjects whenever anything personal comes up. but you don't even notice, too dumb and in the middle of falling in love

simon begins to subtly change after the first two dates

he's already obsessed, and the man hasn't even gotten a kiss on the cheek. but your obvious budding adoration for him just isn't cutting it. no, he wants you to himself.

it's the least he deserves right? a soft, kind, sweet little thing just for fucked up, damaged him. his own personal angel.

He starts with subtle manipulation, getting into your head when you have small tiffs with family and friends and saying they aren't good for you. "you're better off without 'em luv. forget it and come gimmie a hug."

then he's purposefully sabotaging your work, deleting important files and changing things in your calendar so you'll be late or miss things completely. it sends you in a tailspin, and soon you start messing up on your own, completely overwhelmed.

he's always there though, wiping tears off your cheek with calloused thumbs and comforting words.

asks you to move in with him before he even asks you to be his girlfriend, but obviously in this economy you say yes

living in domestic bliss, ignorant bliss, in your case, but bliss nonetheless

then he pushes it a little too far and says he doesn't want you to go to a family dinner back in your home city

you snap at him for the first time ever, and simon would never admit that he chubbed up a little at the sight of your irritated and upset face- it was a sight really, his little princess throwing a tantrum

you tell him that he's being ridiculous, that it's holiday season and you haven't seen your family in forever. simon throws it back in your face with a "aren't I your family luv? gonna leave me all alone here?" and a carefully timed voice crack.

you concur and cancel your flights, and simon apologizes by fucking you so raw you honestly forget what had you so upset when you wake up the next morning.

continues to slowly cut off contact with the outside world. your phone breaks and he replace it with a flip phone like his, saying social media was rotting your brain and this would be good for you. you listen to him, of course.

nearly goes insane when he gets the call that he has to ship out soon. thinks about locking you in the apartment, hiring one of his old buddies to drop groceries off every once in a while.

while tempting, he knows he has to tread lightly with you. he needed to take his time, so he settles with getting you a pretty necklace with a gps tracker in it and wiring his apartment and your car with cameras. crazy? no! he just wants to make sure you're safe and also not interacting with anyone but him and him alone

besides, with his great manipulation guidance, you had basically cut off all your friends and family. the ones who stuck around eventually left (simon threatened them)

so he wasn't worried. however, he does grow worried when he's lonely one night on deployment and pulls up the footage of his apartment, and watches as you find one camera by accident, and go on a rampage throughout his apartment and find the rest. oops, simon really shouldn't have rushed putting those things up.

doesn't really stress, knows he'll just have to wait and go find you again. at least now he won't have to hide just how much he loves you.

enjoy your freedom now and good luck when that man finds you

request more

[latenightdaydreams]

Xin chào, xin chào

Dancer! Reader and Mafia! Konig

Reader has a passion for dancing, loves random dance, can dance anytime, anywhere, loves dancing and music, big fan of Kpop music

I want to dance, the song "I am the Best" by 2NE1 or the song "Money" by Lisa when I meet him

( I really like your fanfit)😘💋💗🌹

Thank you!!!

Mafia!König x Dancer!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, groping, dom!König, power dynamics, tobacco use

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König sits in a private booth at one of the several nightclubs he owns. Never being one to enjoy this type of atmosphere, he just sits back and watches the beautiful woman dance through the night as he nurses the cup of whiskey in his hand. Around him is his security, keeping eyes on all sides.

The few girls that look over at König and make eye contact are simply desperate for his status. He’s grown bored with fucking his fans. There is nothing new about that. The same group of women, the same boring sloppy blow jobs. He simply waves them off one by one as they periodically make their way over to his private booth.

His eyes are drawn to the door as a fresh wave of people begins to pool in. You and your group of friends. He watches as you all order drinks at the bar, his eye lingering a little too long on you. Who are you? He’s never seen you at one of his clubs before.

König continues to sip his drink, his eyes now focused on you and every move you make. When the song changes, you perk up almost instantly. Abandoning your drink at the bar, you make your way to the dance floor. König leans forward in his seat to get a better view of you. The song isn’t one he knows, but one his associate, Horangi, recommended.

As you dance, it’s clear you know this song, the way you dance so instinctively. It’s almost as if you’re putting on a show just for him. He notices you mouth the words before turning around. His eyes drop to your ass, letting out a deep sigh.

It’s the fluid way your body moves that piques his excitement. You’re on beat with every note, using your body as an expression of art. He can’t seem to look away, knowing that he has to make a move eventually, before another man does.

König raises his hand, waving over a member of his security. He directs the man’s view in your direction. “Bring her to me.”

“Yes, sir.”

König grabs his arm before he walks away. “Be gentle with her, ja?”

“Understood sir.”

The man walks into the crowd, walking his way to you. You’re completely unaware until you feel a hard hand wrap around your wrist. As you turn, your eyes are met with a 6’3 brunette man with green eyes. He gives you a quick smile as if to show he means no harm before leaning in near your ear.

“König would love for you to accompany him to his private booth.”

Without waiting for your reply, he guides you towards König. Confused and slightly frightened, you don’t pull back. People in the crowd move aside for the tall man, curious eyes falling on you. You’re led up a short staircase to a dimly lit room. There you see König wearing an expensive black suit. His pale blue eyes lock in on you.

“Come in, Liebling. Come sit.” König smiles at you as he pats the seat next to him on the leather couch.

You feel a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach, almost nervous to get too close to him. As you sit, he towers over your smaller frame. His eyes look over your body in your form fitting dress before meeting your gaze once more.

“I saw you dancing out there…” His thick Austrian drips like honey. “You looked absolutely stunning. Flawless.”

“Th-thank you, sir—”

“Call me König, please.” He smiles, exposing his sharp canines. “May I ask your name?”

“I’m y/n.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

König’s eyes drop back down to look over your body. He’s undressing you with his eyes, wishing to see every inch of you. In his mind he’s imagining you wearing a little less, dancing for him in the privacy of his home or office; feeling your hips grind up against his cock.

“Why don’t you dance for me, Liebling?”

“Like, right now?”

“Ja, why not? Show me up close how you move that body of yours.” As he speaks his eyes linger on your lips.

You look over at the men surrounding his booth, you feel both flattered and nervous. König sees the look on your face as you look at his men. He waves them away to give you both some privacy.

“Don’t mind them, it’s just us here.”

You nod, standing up from the couch. In your mind you’re trying to forget about your nerves. He’s just a man…who is also the head of a mafia… and wants you to dance for him. With a slow and steady breath, you let yourself focus in on the music. The rhythm booming loudly throughout the club.

König watches as you begin to sway your hips, studying the beat and relaxing yourself. Your hands caress your own body, teasing him with the way your fingers slip the hem of your dress up slightly and exposing more of your thigh to him. You turn your body around, his eyes following your ass as your hips roll.

With one of his hands he reaches out, letting his finger explore the delicate flesh of your inner thigh. He can feel your muscles tense slightly at his touch, causing a cocky grin to cross his thin lips. You’re so warm and soft. His hand continues upwards until his fingers graze across the thin fabric of your lace thong. As he removes his hand he leans back, moving that same hand to his cock and caresses it as he continues to watch you.

You turn back around and see König. It’s hard to ignore the enormous bulge in his pants. A heat rushes up from your center and spreads over your body. His hand reaches out for your hand, pulling you to him. He spins you back around and sits your plump ass on his lap.

“Keep dancing, Liebling.” He whispers in your ear.

Your hips grind on him as you lean forward. König looks down at your rear as you move. The friction on his sensitive cock drew a deep groan from him. His cock leaking, wishing he could bury it deep in your throat. Soon.

With one hand he brings you back, pressing your back against his chest. His other hand travels down the material of your dress, caressing the curve of your body, squeezing parts of you. Slowly, his hand reaches the hem of your dress again. He slowly pulls it up without any protest from you. Submissive, just how he likes his women.

“I love the way you move your body. I’d love to see you ride my cock.” His warm breath hits your neck's sensitive skin causing a tingle to rush through you.

His words leave you speechless, unaware of how you should even respond to that. You can’t really say no to König, not that you’d really want to; just you aren’t into hooking up. König continues to move the fabric of your dress up until your legs and thong are exposed. He looks down over your body at the stunning view.

Before König could go further, one of his men walks in, averting his gaze.

“Sir, her friends are requesting to have her back. They have to leave.”

König is clearly angry, but trying to hold it back to not scare you off. “Do you really have to go?”

“Uh—I should probably go with them.”

“Hm. Okay. When will you be back?”

“I don’t know.” You stand and adjust yourself.

“Okay, well. It was a pleasure.” König smiles and stands, wrapping you in a big hug.

His eyes follow you as you leave his private room. He motions for the man to come closer to him as he watches you walking through the crowd.

“Follow her. Find out where she lives. If she doesn’t come back this week, bring her to me.”

“Understood, sir.”

König turns and lights a cigar, taking a few puffs and letting out a deep sigh. His hand runs through his pale blonde hair with a deep rage building. He’s never been rejected or not gotten what he desired in the moment, yet you just walked away. When he picks up his glass to take a drink, he realizes it’s empty.

“Fuck!” He throws the empty glass against the wall.

[sniigura-archive]

Thinking about a 3-way with Adam and Lucifer where Lucifer brags about all the Amazing Sex Tricks(tm) he knows and how he'll be so good you'll rethink your relationship with Adam...but in the end Lucifer can't make you cum no matter what he does, and then Adam make you cum super easily. Lucifer gets haunted by that for the rest of his life. XD

WAITTTTTT…..this opened up my third eye i had to write this. ur onto smth anon…….

cw/tw/tags: threesome, mention of alcohol but everyone can consent, voyerourism, fingering, clit rubbing, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex

You didn’t think Adam would ever allow this, or be into it. It’s probably more of an ego thing, than anything else. For the both of them.

Maybe it’s the few drinks Adam had, that made him take more risks. But fact is Adam is the opposite of a light weight and it takes more than 2 shitty beers and half of a cocktail you didn’t like for him to be even tipsy.

With your legs spread open, your back leaning against Adam’s chest and Lucifer between your legs, you could only pray that you wouldn’t regret this. If Adam wouldn’t have agreed, you would have probably just flipped Lucifer off.

Fuck, even with Adam agreeing it felt more like a test. Which is why you first said no, and Adam assured you it would be okay. Man, you’re a sucker.

Well, now you’re here, with Lucifer between your legs, after all of his bragging of how he’s better than Adam. Hopefully he lives up to his words? Or, well hopefully he’s at least decent so this whole fiasco is worth it. Adam kissed the side of your head, massaging your breast and tugging at your nipples. His already hard dick was pressing against your lower back. Hopefully he will fuck you good tonight.

You nearly forgot Lucifer was even there, but of course he had to put the attention back to him.

Lucifer lifted the hood from your clit and put his dry finger on it, applying far too much pressure and starting immediately a fast pace of rubbing. It was overstimulating, in a bad way. It was near painful, it felt like he was trying to rub your clit sore. Yikes. At least he wasn’t rubbing your left lip and asking you how good it feels? Nevermind, you prefer the lip rubbing because you were going to die if something happens to your clit.

Your hips jolted away from Lucifer, and you pressed your lips in a tight line, trying to keep yourself from swearing at Lucifer. In a bad way. Looking nervously to Adam up, even he looked not quite impressed. Well, it’s because he knows your body, nearly as well as his own body. His brows were furrowed and his fingers twitched around your tits, ready to throw Lucifer out.

“Ouch! Dude, you want to give my clit a fucking friction burn? And now you scratch it with your long ass nails? Jesus….” You sternly told Lucifer, putting your foot on his shoulder and pushing him away.

You pinched your nose bridge, while Lucifer looked up at you with big, surprised eyes. He’s the personification of a kicked puppy right now. You felt Adam shift behind you, laughing at your words.

“Yeah, right sorry, let me, uh, let me do something…else?” It was more of a question than anything, where did his confidence go?

Lucifer whipped his hand on the sheets, a nervous gesture. Your patience was running thin. Shit, Adam spoils you too much, you can’t take bad sex anymore. He better never leave, or let you at least make a dildo of his dick. That’d be great. Lucifer grasped your thighs into his hand and lowered his face towards your pussy. He licked a strip up your weeping cunt, and wrapped his lips around your clit.

Your eye lids fluttered shut, good to know he can do one thing right at least. Sadly, he was only unusually talented for a moment, before he ruined it again. How he did it this time? Having weirdly sharp and big canines isn’t good for eating pussy. Especially when biting down hard at your clit, not sexy at all. His tongue game was good, but that just ruined your whole mood.

Grasping his blond hair strands in your hand you forcefully tugged him off of you, while wincing in pain. You’ve had enough. No more threesomes.

“Fucking hell, I thought you were going to make my bitch reconsider being with me? I think you’re making her run straight towards my dick.” Adam rubbed his stubbly chin with a grin. This is going way better than he thought it would, “Wanna see how hot she looks when she cums?”

Adam turned you around, so now you were facing him. What a handsome face he has. He crashed his lips into yours, licking the inside of your mouth. His hands were rummaging all across your body, seemingly rubbing away the touch of another. His thick fingers found your semi wet pussy, he licked his thumb before he started massaging gentle circles on your most sensitive body part.

With his other hand he started to slowly enter a thick finger into your throbbing pussy. You were already panting, Adam knew you too well maybe. If he tried hard enough, and you were in the mood, he could probably make you cum in 60 seconds and under. It’s not something you would ever share with Adam though, his ego was too big already.

“Lay down ‘n relax, baby.” Adams voice was gentle, but still commanding. It’s hard to refuse him.

Laying back down, you looked up at Lucifer, who was kneeling down besides your head. His eyes were fully focused on your face. Sometimes they flicked towards Adam, who was working on opening you up.

Once Adam was a sure you were stretched out enough, he flipped you over so you were now in a puppy pose. He moved one of your hands towards your clit, “Touch ya yourself for me, babe. So I can blow your fucking back out in peace. Maybe you can show the loser how much better you’re with your tongue than him.” He chuckled at his own words, while lining up his dick with your entrance.

At the mention of you sucking off Lucifer, he excitedly scrambled to get infront of your face. His dick was pale and his tip near apple red. Jesus, he was slightly bigger than Adam. But you already thought Adam was too big, so this wasn’t something that turned you terribly on. You’re thinking of ordering cock rings for Adam, to stop him from bruising your cervix constantly. You wrapped your fingers around Lucifers huge cock. He hissed at the feeling. So he’s sensitive? That’s good, you can make him cum fast thanks to that.

Adam bullied his dick into your tight hole, causing you to whine from the pressure, your fingers found your clit and you rubbed yourself in your usual motions. You won’t last long with Adam having his twitching, leaking dick buried inside you. Adam started up a gentle rhythm, easing more and more of himself into you. Man, you’re living the dream of every size queen right now. Licking up a strip from his balls towards his tip, Lucifer straight up moaned while his hands shoot towards your head, burying his fingers in your hair.

You took his tip into your mouth, but you couldn’t help but carelessly bit down on the most sensitive part of his dick. Revenge.

Lucifers hips buckled up, while he whined with tears in his eyes, “Ah, that hurts! Ssssssooorry, haaaa, you’re very…….very….pretty. Makes me ….nervous.”

Adam pressed a hand down in between your shoulder blades, causing you to take more of Lucifers length down your throat. You gagged, before regaining your cool. Adam’s piercing rubbed against your gspot, while your fingers carelessly rubbed against your clit. That’s all it took for you to cum, stomach tensing, cunt clenching, while your toes were curled up. Your eyes rolled briefly to the back of your head, while you moaned helplessly around Lucifers cock.

Lucifer moaned, while cumming into your mouth. His cum tasted like acid, so you basically spit his cum and dick out of your mouth. Yikes. Lucifers whole chest and face were completely covered in a red blush, he was breathing heavily.

After a few more ponds into your pussy Adam came inside you. He slapped your ass, before he tugged you up by your shoulders, while still being inside you. Seeing the cum dribble down your chin, and seeing the mess between Lucifers legs, Adam couldn’t help but laugh.

„She always swallows my cum. A real fucking shame.“ Adam kissed your clean cheek, while looking at Lucifers form.

„Wanna go another round, slut?“ Adam asked you, in a provocative manner.

You nodded at him, „Yeah….But. Alone.“ You side eyed Lucifer.

„You heard the woman. Get the fuck out of here.“ Adam growled at Lucifer, who scrambled to get somewhat dressed while leaving the bedroom. He cast one last, yearning look back before he was gone.

During that time Adam had already put you into a mating press, ready to make it up to you by making you see heaven.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅

🕊️𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🕊️

summary - little red riding hood (you) heeds the villager's warnings and ends up crossing paths with the big bad wolf.

warning - smut, inter-species, degrading, dirty talk, dubcon, death, stalking, swearing, creampie, choking, slapping, fingering, biting, dacryphilia.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

All you had to do was cross through the woods to get to your grandmother’s house. That was all you had to do. It sounded easy, you ignored the warnings from the villagers, and you thought you had this handled. You get dressed in your little white dress, covering yourself with your red hood before gathering your basket of pastries and fruits. You smiled as you passed the villagers, heading through the path that entered the dark, creepy woods. You ignored their worried whispers, too focused on getting where your grandmother was. 

You giggle, smiling at all the pretty butterflies that flutter by, and you begin to hum a soft melody. Skipping along the path, not feeling the air become cold or noticing the animals that start to scatter, you are too oblivious to see how dark and creepy the woods begin to become the deeper you walk into them. Such an innocent little thing you were. Too bad the big bad wolf was going to destroy that. 

Luke lurked, spying on you from behind the shadows, licking his lips as he caught sight of your pretty little dress underneath that beaming red hood. He sneaked and crept, following behind you with caution. Luke grinned, his sharp canines prodding his lips, his glowing yellow eyes following you, preying on you. He could pounce at any moment, and you’d never expect a thing. Luke stretches his hands, feeling his claws come out slowly, desperately wanting to claw into you as he fucks you into the ground. His cock grows, hardening the more he watches you, the more Luke thinks about what he wants to do to you. His cock strains against his pants, and his swollen tip leaks with pre-cum. A growl slips from his lips, and he watches you halt, looking around slowly. 

You didn’t know what that was. Could the villagers be right? Was there an actual beast in these woods? Did you brush off their warnings when they were only caring for you? Was everyone right? Were you really the dumb little thing in their village? You couldn’t be? You were smart… You were sure of it. Your mind raced with thoughts, causing you to forget about the growl or the beast lurking in the shadows. You shrugged, wondering why you had stopped before beginning on your merry way, skipping again with a ditzy smile. Only to be stopped again, staring widely at a large man standing before you, his bright yellow eyes staring at you with hunger. 

Luke licks his lips, “What are you doing out here, little red?” He tries to make his voice as friendly as possible, not wanting to scare you away.

You smile, rocking on your heels. “I’m on my way to see my grandma! Who lives through the forest, near the lake!” You blush, taking in the handsome stranger before you notice the sun going down much faster than expected. “Oh, shoot! I’m sorry, mister! But I’m running late!” You shoot him a small smile before hurrying along. Luke’s nostrils flare as your scent enters his senses.

Luke chuckled, shaking his head at your stupidity. He smirked as a plan formed in his head, giving you one last look before he hurried through the shortcut and appeared at your grandmother’s house. What better way of getting you than pretending to be the one you love? He knocked, straightening to his seven to eight feet height, grinning wide with his pretty sharp teeth showing. The moment the poor little older woman opened the door, he pounced, swallowing her whole before heading inside, checking to see if he looked clean before Luke walked over to the bed, stripping from his clothes, giving his cock a few tugs before he got under the covers. Luke chuckled to himself, knowing you weren’t too far behind.

You skipped to her door, beaming with happiness at finally seeing her again. Your little hand knocks on the door, rocking on your heels as you wait patiently for her. “Who is it?!” You giggle.

“It’s me, grandma! Y/n!” 

Luke smirks, “Oh, how lovely! Do come in, my dear!” You smile, entering her home and placing the basket of food on the small table nearby before you untie your hood and carefully place it on the hook. You turn and slowly make your way over to her bed, wondering why her eyes are yellow instead of her standard colour, and with a worried look, you sit beside her and rest your hand on her arm above the covers.

“Grandma! Your voice sounds so odd, is something the matter?” You question, gnawing your lip as you check over her.

“Oh, I just have a touch of a cold.” Luke fakes a cough, licking his lips as he eyes you. The blanket slowly moved down to show off some of his face, silently sending thanks to the universe for making the lighting so dark.

Your brows furrow, tilting your head slightly as you notice some of your grandma’s changed features. “But grandma! What big ears you have.” You edge closer, extremely worried for your grandmother. 

“The better to hear you with, my dear.” 

“But grandma! What big yellow eyes you have….” You shiver, feeling a chill roll down your spine at the sight of them staring deep into your soul.

“The better to see you with, my dear.” Luke feels pre-cum leak from his swollen tip, soaking the flowery bedsheets. His fingers twitch. He’s so close to having you under him, tearing you apart with his massive cock. 

Your eyes slowly move down the bed, noticing the large tent forming. “But grandma! What… A big tent? You have.” Your gaze slowly moves back up and connects with his eyes, swallowing the saliva that builds up in your mouth.

Luke smirks, throwing the blanket back and wrapping a clawed hand around your delicate throat, turning and pushing you into the bed. “The better to fuck you with, my dear.” He sneers, pressing his stiff cock into your soft legs. He squeezes, staring with a dark glint as you struggle to breathe. “What a dumb little girl you are. Don’t you know that the woods aren’t safe for dumb little things like you?”

You stare at him with wide eyes, squirming as you feel something wet poking your inner thigh. “Y–You, you're the man from before….” You whimper, your eyelids flutter as his grip tightens, feeling slick pool between your thighs. 

Luke grins, his cock twitching as the smell of your arousal hits him. “Yes, I am, little red.” He leans closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Mmm, you smell delicious, little red. It seems like you want the big bad wolf.” Luke licks the side of your neck, sucking on your sweet spot as his other hand moves up your tiny dress and cups your clothed core. “Did the dumb little baby get wet from mean old me?” He growls, smiling down at you before he swipes his hand across and rips your knickers from your body. His fingers connect with your swollen button, rubbing and flicking it, watching you whither and moan, trying to break free from his grip.

“P–please, I won’t tell anyone!” You cry, swallowing your sobs. You had realised your fate was sealed and that your grandma was gone. Your plump bottom lip wobbles, staring into his sharp eyes, embarrassed that you feel some sort of way underneath the monster. “I–I’ll be good, I swear!” Fat tears fill your eyes before rolling down your puffy cheeks, whimpering as the man leans forward and licks them up. 

“Of course, you’ll be good, you dumb baby. It’s the only thing you know how to do.” Luke grows harder from your tears and your whimpers. His fingers pick up their pace before slowly piercing through your tight little hole, curling and thrusting, stretching you out and getting you ready for him. “Don’t worry, little red. I’ll take good care of you.” His thumb rubs your swollen pearl, curling his thick fingers into your sweet spot. Your back arches as pleasured whimpers fall from your lips. Your walls squeeze and pulse around his fingers, juices flowing out of you as you cum. Luke licks his lips, slowly pulling his fingers out of your cunt and bringing them to his lips. “Such a naughty girl, cumming for the big bad wolf like the dumb little thing you are.” A moan falls from his lips as he places his fingers into his mouth, sucking your sweet nectar off them. “So delicious, little red.” He pushes you into the bed, crawling on top of you. “You ever been with a man like me before, little red? Hmm? I bet you haven’t, a sweet little innocent thing like you.” His hand wraps around his throbbing base, swiping his leaking tip against your sopping folds.

Your hands curled into the bedsheets, whimpering when he began to push in. More tears flow down from the pain of his massive cock stretching your tight walls. “H–hurts… Please.” You babble, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to push through, his fingers rubbing your little clit, growling as your juices leak out and help lube his cock. Your hands fly up, digging your nails into his arms as he sends a sharp thrust deep inside you. “O–oh!” Your vision goes white, and your walls spasm around him wildly.

��Poor little red, you’re so fucking tight.” He growls, snarling down at you. His hands grip your hips, lifting your legs, so they wrap around his waist, plunging harder and deeper inside you. Luke buries his face into your neck, nipping the young flesh with his sharp canines. “You like the feel of me inside of you, little red? Stretching you, claiming you?” He slams into you, chuckling at the small scream that escapes you. Your hands move from his arms to his back, clinging desperately to him as his pace picks up, pounding you into the soft mattress. “You enjoying this, dumb baby? Being used for my pleasure? Hmm?” He growls, holding your hips tighter.

“Uh-huh!” You whine, and your hips slowly move along with his thrusts. Your legs tighten around him, feeling yourself clench around his thick, monstrous cock as he continues to pierce you with it. “S–so big… So full!” Your eyes roll back, whimpering with each thrust, feeling your mind beginning to slip as Luke’s tip slams into your sweet spot, your mouth falls open, and your body becomes numb from the pleasure. You gasp, feeling a sting on your cheek, and your eyes blink open, staring into his glowing yellow ones, noticing the glare he holds as he continues moving inside you. His hips snap, and your head falls back, exposing your neck to the beast. 

He leans forward and latches down, biting into the soft flesh and groaning as your walls flutter rapidly around him. A choked gasp escapes you, your back arches, and your vision goes white as your arousal shoots out of you, coating the giant beast. He grunts, feeling you squeeze and pulsate around him, “get ready. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum that it’ll flow out of you for a whole month, my little red.” He growls, pounding as fast and hard into you until his thrusts become sloppy, his heavy sacks begin to tighten, his cock begins to twitch and throb, and his swollen mushroom tip swells deep inside you. “Fuck, tightest little cunt on the dumbest little girl.” He roars as thick amounts of cum shoot out of him and into you, filling you to the brim, feeling it overflow out of you and onto the soft sheets. 

Your body sags into the bed, arms falling from his back and legs falling from his waist as your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you pass out. The intense pleasure became too much for someone as tiny as you. Luke huffs, waiting for his knot to soften before he can pull out of you. He looks down at your knocked-out form with a dark glint in his eyes, his clawed hand strokes your cheek, and he grins. “Oh, you poor dumb thing. You have no clue that you’re mine now, forever.” When his knot softens, he slowly pulls out and watches his cum leak from your cunt before he pushes it back in with his fingers. Luke stands, straightening to his standard height as he collects his clothes and gets dressed. He lifts your wrecked body and heaves it onto his shoulder, grabbing your red hood on the way out. 

With the slam of your granny’s door, Luke’s dark chuckle fills the creepy woods as he makes his way to his place with you in his arms. You would never be seen again, being added to the tales of the big bad wolf. You would be known as his whore, his wife and the mother of his pups.

You shouldn’t have been so dumb and listened to the villagers’ warnings.

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[credince--writes]

Hands (1)

God, you dream of those hands.

Original Prompt:

Size Kink & Breeding Kink with Konig.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - AO3

Konig x Fem! Reader

(A/N): I accidentally fuckin deleted the original post while trying to add links to the other 2 chapters, so reposting LMAO. I'M SO SAD BC IT WAS ONE OF MY BEST PREFORMING POSTS.

Honestly? It started in a very innocent way.

"I'm taking off your gloves."

He sat in front of you, tapping his foot on the cold tile. Currently under the attention of you from the intended use of his hands in combat.

Which is why you were inspecting for broken knuckles.

Most of his gear had been taken off, set aside along with the hood that donned his head on missions. Now, you were pulling the gloved that clung to the asking of his hands off. Inspecting the pale skin beneath them.

"You know, I'm starting to think you do dumb shit like this on purpose." You glance up at him.

"I'd never." He replied.

"Because I'm lookin' at these hands, and I'm seeing a whole lot of unnecessary bruising."

"It was necessary."

You quirked a brow.

"You just, happen to lose your gun there soldier?" You pulled back, leaning back against your seat and shooting him an amused glance.

"Sometimes, things are better done by hand."

"mmhm." You mumbled.

Eyes trailed up his hands, finding stray scars and following the veins leading up to his forearms.

Man,

those were some big hands.

"Is everything alright, doctor?" He asks, amusement twirling around in his eyes, sparking out in his voice.

Maybe he was catching on to your oogling.

"Just making sure nothing broken. Can't imagine it would be fun to work with broken fingers."

"Nein."

"This hurt?" You ask.

"Nein."

"Then you're fine. I'll give you some meds and send you off on your way."

"Danke!" He shot up, clamping a hand down on your shoulder, man near enveloping your entire left side.

You started to imagine what it would be like if that big hand wrapped around your neck.

"Be careful, please."

"Of course." He shot a sideways, toothy grin. The side that his nose crooked over to and the side with the one crooked canine that made him look like a dog ready to chase a bone.

He turned, starting to walk away.

"You know, König." You stated. He stopped a turned around. "If you want to visit me, you don't need to have an injury."

His eyebrows raised, and you could swear there was a blush that tinted his cheeks. "I'll consider that for next time."

Before turning and leaving.

And he did visit you.

One visit turned into two.

Then four.

Then he just popped in so often while he was not on a mission he became part of your routine.

Have a cup of coffee with König in the morning, maybe even join him for dinner and enjoy it in the sanctity of your quiet and private office.

Just so happened that the longer you spent with him the more your thoughts were clouded.

His hands,

his thighs,

fuck, you can't even imagine how big his cock would be.

You'd like to think you were better than this.

Pressed up in your shower thinking about the huge man, wondering what his bare chest would feel like curling up over your back.

You closed your eyes, trying to picture just how good it would feel.

It would be right after he comes back from a mission, the dark look in his eyes still clouding his consciousness as he's still in the mindset of a soldier, a killer.

His steps would be heavier- you'd hear him walk into the bathroom, the rustling of clothing as he strips the cloth covering his flesh discarded down to the ground without a second thought.

He'd slip into the shower, with your head placed under the stream of hot water. Almost comically so, his head would be unable to reach the stream of water without immensely bending at the knees.

You'd hum, leaning back into him as he'd reach his arm around your waist, pulling your wet body closer to his. Head dropping down for his mouth to latch onto the nape of your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin.

Gasping throwing your head back farther and allowing it to bump against his shoulder, letting out a light whine that he'd love to harvest from your throat.

One hand would drift down, widening his palm as it flattened and slid down your tummy, nearly covering the expanse of your abdomen before it dipped down, lower.

His other hand would grab your chin, pulling your head back to meet into a feverish kiss. Pressing your back up against the cold wall of the shower, holding it up against it.

On a normal occasion, you'd be terrified to slip, but you just know with his arm slinked around over you waist toying dangerously close to your cunt that there was no chance of slipping.

No chance of him letting you go.

A digit would brush up through your folds collecting the slippery production of your arousal, dragging his finger ever so carefully up until it traced around your clit. Circling it, dangerously so.

Applying pressure as the rough pad of his finger pushed against your clit, mouth devouring any noises you let out.

It hurt, in a way.

One that was so delicious you only wanted more.

His large finger pressing down on your clit felt heavenly, the feeling of his tongue pushing against yours as you swapped spit in the most degenerating fashion.

Your hips unconsciously pushed forward against his hand, bucking as he pressed you firmly against the wall.

He'd tsk, giving you a light scolding before removing his mouth from yours completely, allowing a thin strand of spit to cast its way from him lips to yours.

God.

You could just die.

He'd snicker, that snicker that made his lip quirk upward revealing his crooked tooth. All before he'd lean in and ask,

"What do you want me to do, Schatz?"

"Fuckkkk." You'd whine, letting your head bump against the shower wall. "Please." You'd whisper out.

"Hm?" He'd ask, still toying his finger around your clit.

"Finger me- fuck, please. Please finger me."

His finger would leave your clit, diving back down and just barely poking into your entrance.

The digit was long and thick- it felt like nearly two of your own being stuffed inside you. Even more so as the single digit could curl up in such a delectable manner pressing up against the spongey roof of your core.

You'd breathe harshly, ducking your head up against his neck and arm gripping at the expanse of his back and nails digging into the pale and freckled flesh.

He'd add a second digit, and you felt like you were on cloud nine.

No,

You felt like you were on cloud nine as he removed his free hand from you, bringing it down and rubbing on your clit as his other hand pumped mechanically in and out of you, curling his fingers forward and circling the pad of his finger against your clit.

It would feel like your legs would give out first, but he'd keep you upright as you came, his mouth would latch onto yours. Shoving his tongue into your mouth claiming you in the best way possible.

Body draped over yours, his large hands pleasing you to the point of competition-

Blinking, you realized there was no man draped behind you.

The water in the shower had run cold a long time ago, but the pleasant buzz in your head from your shameful masturbation numbed any embarrassment for a few moments.

You sighed, turning off the water and glancing down at your fingers.

For now? Thinking of his large hands would have to do.

[h-inxs]

Konig +18

Synopsis: It is not easy to handle Konig in sex, he has great size and immeasurable speed, especially in his hips. But today he's convinced of turning your brain into mush in a better way and he wants to test his oral and finger skills.

Tags: choke kink, overstimulation, fingering, swear kink, squirting, rough Konig (I don't think I'm missing any)

(English is not my first language)

When you come home after a tiring day of work in your office, the first thing you do after giving him a welcome kiss is complain about how stressed you were, that you needed a break. You sit in the chair and he positions himself behind you and begins to tighten those knots in your back, it feels comforting, you let out a light sigh and move your neck, suddenly you feel his warm breath on your neck. "This one here is a tough one" He whispers into your neck as he continues with his massage without any other intention.

You sigh heavily and throw your head back only for your forehead to collide with his mouth.

"You are good at this" You say softly before placing your hand on top of his right. "I'll have...a shower" You slowly get up from your chair, walk up the stairs and head to the bathroom. He may have noticed how fast you walked and sometimes twisting your leg, he smiles with a mange, licks his lips and walks towards the stairs, this time he goes to your room.

You enter the bathroom quickly, take off your clothes, you enter the shower and turning on the cold water to remove the heat from your body, if you hadn't gotten out of there at that moment you would have ended up begging him, begging him to fuck you.

Your nipples are erect but you can't tell if it's because of the cold or because of excitement, you close your eyes tightly, refusing to touch yourself, that would lead to a catastrophe, you pray to whoever is up there to hold back with all your might, you get out of the shower after ten minutes, wrap yourself in the towel, dry and put on your panties, then go out into the hallway knowing that Konig would be downstairs or so you thought.

You enter the room as if nothing had happened and you get the big surprise that Konig, your wonderful boyfriend, was sitting on the bed, in the dark, waiting for you. "God you scared me!" You say putting a hand on your bare chest, you walk quickly to the closet, grab one of his t-shirts and put it on, when you finally look him in the eyes you see that flash of lust, you want to laugh at your nerves but you unload that idea when he stands up, a 6'4 man against you, corners you against the closet and smiles when he sees you looking for an escape.

" Scared meine liebe? " He says looking at you, you shake your head and walk around him, not expecting him to grab you by the hip and hang you on his shoulder before throwing you onto the bed. "You've been running away from me" how could Konig not know that you were avoiding having much contact with him.

" I'm sorry " You say looking into his eyes, he doesn't have the hunter's hood on his head, when one end of his mouth stretches to reveal that canine smile with those fangs." Me too liebling" He says before kissing you, it's not gentle, your tongues fight for dominance and it's obvious who wins, Konig moves his calloused hand up from your thigh to your neck pinching a peak of skin in the chest area, you're sensitive there, when he reaches your neck he presses lightly and makes you turn your head at another angle, you want to escape from the shame, you look like a schoolgirl getting horny from her first kiss but you can't help it, not today.

Not when he has his clothed cock pressing against your center, you slowly move your hips generating friction but his only response is to growl like an animal in heat and grab your waist against the bed so you don't move.

"You won't get my cock today, you don't deserve to cum like that" He whispers in your ear and from one moment to the next your beautiful panties no longer cover your pussy, in their place are Konig's hands, he admires with a mocking smile the stain of excitement that you created "I haven't even touched you darling" He says and then runs a finger through your wet slit and mocks how you tighten around nothing, he looks at you and you look at him, pleading with your eyes.

"Please... " You beg, looking at him as your hips tremble slightly.

"Please what" He asks, running his finger through your wet pussy again, pulsing your clit ghostly.

"Ngh~ fuckkkk" You say and your eyes roll slightly into your skull.

"I don't hear anything" He teases you by slightly inserting his finger, you moan in frustration.

"Stop playing.. ~" You ask in a moan. "fuck me" You say in a whimper, and he finally complies, he doesn't put just one finger in you, he puts two in you, and he pumps them almost unnaturally, in and out, up and down, you make a damn mess on the sheets, with his other hand he rub your clitoris insistently and your body trembles full of spasms.

"Oh! oh! oh yessssss! " You scream in a loud moan, you're so close to cumming, you open your eyes to find Konig looking at you in the most lascivious way possible, you smile weakly at him and it seems like his sanity breaks, his fingers curl and touch that spongy spot inside of you and if you were shaking before now you probably looked like a vibrator. You squeeze his fingers deeply, "I'm going to cummm~" You warn him between moans and sighs.

"Not until I tell you " he says before he slaps your pussy, you resist with all your might and you feel him add one more finger, your back arches, you're so close, the slobber escapes into the corner of your mouth, your eyes turn white and your poor thighs tense.

You squeeze his fingers again and he knows that even if he asks you, you won't be able to hold on any longer.

"Cum for me little slut" He says and you don't wait any longer, you squirt in spurts, we wait for them to take over you, Konig holds you by the hip and keeps you glued to the bed, when you come down from your climax you gasp deeply.

"I'm not done with you yet." He attaches his mouth to your wet pussy and sucks hard, the sensitivity of your last orgasm is still there, his tongue flattens and rages at your entrance, he sucks hard, runs his tongue over your clit and moans when his terrible erection girl against the mattress, those vibrations only drive you crazy, you grab in a fist his hair while arching your back, His right thumb now trembles against your erect clit, while he brings his left hand up to play with your tits, rolling your nipple between his fingers covered in your essence, pinching the nubs and following his way to your neck, squeezing there and you think you are going to die and go straight to heaven.

"Konig please, faster~"

Your voice is like a whimper that comes out raspy and barely strong, he takes the last licks before moving away from your pussy, he admires it as if it were a work of art and rubs his palmares against your clitoris, your moans are getting louder and louder, louder and wilder, and you come again, muttering incoherently and shaking, the sheets quickly getting damp.

Before you know it he leans over the drawer and pulls out the magic face, turns it on and clicks against your overstimulated pussy. He keeps him pressed against you, speeding up and down as he watches you squirm on the bed, a chorus of his name coming out of your mouth like honey.

"Nghhhh, I can't do it~" You find it difficult to speak properly, " Show me how that pussy drips" Its serious tone makes you achieve glory faster, you shake hard for the third time and an overstimulated orgasm hits you harder than ever.

You exhale hard and see that he still hasn't taken out the damn vibrator until he sees one micro orgasm, you've done pretty well for today.

"It's okay honey, rest, I'll take care of it"

He says before kissing you on the temple, he is so gentlemanly that first he changes the sheets, tucks you in and then gets into the shower to fuck his fist furiously and cum in such a pathetic way.

[durrtydawg]

It's the Adrenaline

(Sam Drake x F!Reader smut)

It’s incredible what a little fight-or-flight and your first proper bed in days can get you roped into. Literally, in Sam's case.

Et voila! As aforementioned, here's 4.2k words of Sam getting his ass handed to him 💖

Warnings: it's smut, so… you know. Find detailed tags on ao3, but primarily we've got a sprinkling of orgasm denial, very light bondage (like literally just hands bc I'm feeling bland), and reader on TOP in more ways than one, innapropes language, a small mention of blood…. Yes! As always, enjoy, and let me know what you think!x

guys i actually want to bite him

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"Stop that."

"I- what? Stop what?"

"Stop... being quiet."

"I'm concentrating!"

"Since when did you need to concentrate?"

"Since when did you make jackin' me off prime time for interrogation? Haven’t I had enough’a that for one day?"

You tut, soft smirk etched onto your lips. "So crass."

He frowns. "Shut up. Kiss me." Chin tilted up, he grazes his lips against yours.

"No." You pull away, hovering just out of reach, leaving him unable to do anything but laugh, exasperated, tongue toying with a molar as he slumps back against the pillow.

"Why not?!"

"Not until you stop trapping those little noises at the back of your throat." You chastise, a teasing lilt to your tone as your nails give his Adam's apple a gentle, yet punctuating scratch.

"Jesus- you’re really takin’ everything from me, huh?"

He’s so fucking gorgeous looking up at you like this, all long lashes and tensed muscles, and the persistent to-ing-and-fro-ing between letting you know he’s better than this and wanting nothing more than this. The days-long treks and sleepless nights spent scribbling notes and scrutinising coordinates are clinging tiredly below his pretty eyes, and peppered over his jaw and upper neck - oh, he’s exhausted.

And would you look at that, there’s the most adorable streak of dark fuchsia burgeoning just above his cheekbone, accented by a rich, red cut, ready to split and spill blood if it’s agitated enough. You threaten the tip of your tongue with your canine as another flood of heat twists between your thighs- not that seeing him like this gets you off, or anything.

You make a mental note to dress his wounds properly later - you’ll take care of your big baby boy, right after you’ve… taken care of your big baby boy. 

Your mouth twists into an even deeper smirk at the atypical shake in his voice and the subtle pink hue that begins to bleed through his cheeks- completely separate to his blossoming bruise.

"Oh, you love it."

Before he can divulge some sort of blatant lie, you move your hand again, giving a particularly tough squeeze that makes his eyes widen.

"Touché." His voice comes out breathy. You lick your lips. Getting there.

Your thumb swipes over his tip, nail tracing ever-so-slightly, and he swallows thickly. You mirror the action, the sight of his tightened jaw and bobbing throat making your mouth water. Bide your time.

Your eyes flit to the birds - you know he’s sensitive there - and your tongue smooths over your teeth, appetite well and truly whetted.

Dipping down, you make a show of single-handedly unclasping your bra, tossing it aside before crushing your bare chest against his, and it’s like your slow, steady heartbeat interrogates his own as it thud thud thuds even quicker, reverberating against your skin. Your hand moves at a steady pace, pumping enough for him to remain relatively composed, but just on the cusp of giving in to what you want.

“Let-” he pauses, as the tip of your tongue traces over the outline of the highest bird, swallowing again though this time it’s audible as hairline cracks continue to appear in his composure. “Let me see ‘em.”

“See what?” You reply, lips grazing further down the side of his neck, riddling his arms with goosebumps.

“Those gorgeous tits a’yours.”

You scoff, pausing your soft assault on his neck to hover directly over him. “You gonna ask nicely?”

He tuts, turning to the side, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Christ - want me to call you ‘Mommy’ or somethin’ while I'm at it?” he mutters. Your eyes momentarily widen as a grin tugs its way onto your lips.

You pull your hand away from his cock, and with a quick, almost comical reflex, he shuts his eyes tight, huffing in self-inflicted defeat.

You take his attempt at hiding from the consequences of his speech as an opportunity to grip him by the stubbled jaw and force him to look up at you. “Don’t tempt me.” You say, tip of your nose brushing against his as he stares up at you. His eyes widen fleetingly, before his irises cavort aimlessly around your face.

You can't help but giggle. It's not very often that Sam's lost for words, but you savour what you're given.

“What do you want?” You whisper, thumb mindlessly tracing back and forth over the bump on his nose. “Tell me.”

He pauses, eyes drifting sideways as he conspires.

“I want you to…” He leans into your hand, a small pout forming as he mimics deep thought, “touch my dick again?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Wow.”

“What? I answered the question, didn’t I?”

“I am… fighting the urge to go ham and gag you, Samuel.”

He meets your gaze with a smoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly - he’s weighing you up, holding back a mischievous smile.

“God, you’re so hot when you’re irritated.”

“So, you want to be gagged?” your voice laced with challenge... and perhaps a light dusting of curiosity.

“No, ma’am,” his mock-militant reply comes quickly, with a small shake of the head, his tone surprisingly composed, but the smoulder in his eyes remaining, daring to push just a little further. “Unless… you wanna pop a… tit in my mouth?”

You give him a warning glare, making sure you hover just shy of his lips.

“Audacious. You wanna try that again?”

He waits a second, assessing your whereabouts on the seriousness scale. Answer? Dead serious.

He inhales, teeth tugging at his lower lip for a moment as he sizes you up just a little longer. 

“Can I…”

You give him a patronising nod, pulling yourself up ever so slightly as you urge him on. As predicted, his eyes shoot straight to your chest, so you re-assume your hand’s grip on his jaw, ensuring his eye line stays firmly fixed above your clavicle.

His chest rises beneath you - then stops - he’s holding his breath. You smize.

“CanIsuckyourtits?” he mumbles on a slightly unsteady exhale. You reach back between your legs, fingertips giving a teasing stroke from his balls, right up to his tip and back. He shakes his head to himself, flexing his fingers in a mix of frustration and slight embarrassment.

“A little louder? You’ve really gotta annunciate more..”

You refuse to let him know just yet, but you're soaked, and just as eager for this to progress as he is, so before he can complain again, you wrap your palm back around his shaft, your grip on his jaw loosening, thumb sliding round to the small red mark you've left on his neck.

You’ve almost done as much of a number on him as the mercs that tried to take the two of you hostage mere hours ago. It’s incredible what a little adrenaline and your first proper bed in days can get you roped into. Literally, in his case.

“Can I s- God- can I suck your tits, please?” Of course his voice doesn’t waver. Highly unlikely. He didn’t blaspheme and let his jaw go slack for a second. Did he? Ah shit.

You smile, snaking your hand round further. Your fingers comb through his hair, resting against the nape of his neck.

“Good enough.” You say quietly, nipping just beneath his earlobe before drawing him closer to you by the back of the neck. You arch upwards a little, just enough to position your nipples at mouth level. You watch his eyelids twitch ever so slightly as you speed your fist up just enough to quicken his heartbeat.

Sam near enough locks in on the sight in front of him, licking his lips before parting them. Just as his tongue makes a beeline for your left nipple, a sharp tug to the back of his head pulls him away, flopping unwillingly back into the pillow with an audible wince. He mouths a completely baffled “huh?” up at you.

“Did I say you could do that?”

“You had ‘em right in front of my f-uh-uck- face-”

“Open your mouth.” You interrupt, tugging harder at his roots whilst speeding up your wrist, a medley of pained pleasure that has his face contorted in breathless confusion - and God, does it give you a power trip.

He manages to collect himself. Then obliges. So, you treat him to a tighter squeeze that makes him gasp softly.

“Wider. And stick out your tongue.”

“Oh m-”

“Sam.” You raise a brow.

He frowns. Opens his mouth. Sticks out his tongue. You sigh as he looks up at you expectantly, masking all sorts of arousal and degradation with his frown that continues to falter the tighter your hand squeezes around his shaft.

You look at his tongue and the flash of vulnerability in his eyes, and your thighs instinctively tense. 

Pulling him close to you again without making him strain his arms too much, you lean forwards enough for his tongue to graze your nipple. You sigh as he breathes deeply, keeping still. Waiting. Like a puppy holding back from devouring a treat before it’s been given permission.

You're practically drooling between your thighs at the sight of him as you commit it to memory, stroking once through his hair before giving him a gentle nod. 

His eyes quickly flit between your face and your chest, affirming to himself that you’ve left no contractual loophole in your acquiescence, before he timidly swipes his tongue over your nipple.

When he’s certain you’re not going to viciously tug at his hair or - God forbid - stop touching him, he gives in, latching on to your warm skin, pulling himself as far up to you as he can without dislocating a shoulder. 

You hum in satisfaction as the slight pressure of each fervorous nip and lick and suck stimulates and soothes the luteal ache in your breasts, and, feeling generous, you commend his eagerness by speeding your hand up even more.

You shouldn’t say it.

“Hnnfffuh-fuck-” he groans, jaw slack against your skin as you push him back into the pillow. You glance up, marvelling at the way his triceps tense as he reflexively tugs at the rope between his wrists and the bedframe.

You really shouldn’t say it. You know he hates it - or at least is good at pretending he does - but at this moment in time, you know you can get away with just about anything. So you do.

“Good boy.”

You bite back a shit-eating grin as his cheeks turn red and his hands tighten into fists - you swear you feel his dick twitch in your hand… 

“Shh-” he just about prevents himself from telling you to ‘shut up’, instead pulling back from you completely, eyes squeezed shut as he breathes out a “Goddamnit.” as his hips buck up into you.

“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you?” you purr, lips twisted into a teasing smile.

“Yeah,” he pants, “Yeah, I - oh Christ, what’a’ya doin’ t’me.” he grits his teeth, tucking his face into the crook of his elbow as he feels himself get closer to the edge.

You chuckle lightly, taking his exposed earlobe between your teeth as he quietly whines out a further few expletives. 

“You gonna cum for me, handsome?”

He nods into his arm, torso tensing as he tightens his jaw, “I’m cu- gonna-” he chokes on a low moan, grinding up into your hands to amplify the friction he so desperately needs - but you’re not going to let him get there that easily.

“Wh- what?” He huffs, voice cracking with exasperated fatigue as you pull away, snatching his orgasm from him at the last second. “Why did you-” he tilts his chin up to the ceiling, grunting in frustration as you settle yourself over his knee with a complacent grin. “Why’d you stop?”

You snort. “Babe, you’ve been such a smartass up until the last few minutes - you really think I’d let you get off that easily?”

“I-” he huffs, swallowing, then shaking his head, forcing himself to regain some equanimity, “It's the adrenaline, sweetheart.”

“Sure.” You scoff.

He sniffs after puffing out a long-held breath. “Lesson learned.”

And then he sees you twist your hair over to one shoulder.

His eyes go glossy with need, and he damn-near snaps the wooden slat he’s tied to clean in half as he pulls himself up to watch you leave warm, careful, open-mouthed sucks against his balls - he shudders when your bottom teeth scrape lightly against the vein curving its way up his shaft.

You do feel a little bad. He's going to have a nasty set of burns around his wrists if he keeps tugging like that.

Perhaps your broken grappling rope wasn't the best idea, but he was game even after you warned him so you'll take what you can.

That's what you two do. Improvise.

You move slowly, skilfully, lips parting enough to pull his head into your mouth, hands tickling up from his thighs to hip bones as you suck and swirl, building up a pool of saliva under the tongue. You hollow your cheeks, engulfing him a little more in order to coax out beads of salty sweetness from his slit.

Eyes wet from the effort of taking him in, you descend again, lips growing wet and swollen as the seconds draw on -  you’re methodical, unforgiving, and above all enjoying the fact that he can’t just grab a hold of your hair and fuck your mouth as he usually would.

You’ve turned the tables - there’s no room to breathe, but for once, he’s the one that’s suffering. He swallows hard, every grunt and strangled groan only persuades you to increase the intensity, and it’s nigh on torturous.

He’s tense with anticipation, stomach tightening, arms pulling desperately above him. He pants - don’t speak, you’ll blow it - before you relax your throat and swallow his cock as far as you can take him.

Don’t speak, don’t fucking speak, ah, he can’t help it. He’s got a big mouth - and he just doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up, so when he tells you how pretty you look with your mouth full, you can’t help but give his tip a warning bite that has him buck into you.

He moans, properly, the sound catching low in his throat, making your cunt clench in wanton need. It's such a pretty sound. Rare. Like it almost shouldn’t be possible - too good to be true, so you repeat and draw out another, and this time you just have to dive in and swirl a finger over your swollen clit. You whimper at the feeling of your slick oozing through the fabric of your underwear, throat clenching around him, vibrations only pulling him even closer to his peak.

Every breath and stammered sentence that leaves his lips sends your abdomen seizing- he’s on the brink again, twitching on your tongue, stomach tensed as he tugs against the rope.

“Hoooly- sh- shhh-“

It’s a good thing you know him so well, the telltale signs as familiar to you as the back of your own hand - otherwise, he’d probably cum down your throat before you’ve had your fill.

You hazard an upwards glance, watching his torso tense as he holds his tongue- but you pull away just in time, denying yourself of your own approaching climax in the same breath.

“Oh God, I’m g- w- wait n- no- no no no no,” He slams his head back into the pillow with a series of flustered huffs, “Ah- why- why-are-you-being-such-a-bitch?”

His eyes widen quickly, then, equally as fast, they squeeze shut as he mumbles in slightly panicked incoherence. “I didn’t mean it-” he blurts, “I didn’t mean ‘t’call you that- shit.”

“Mhm.” You murmur, all saccharine and forgiving, and he responds with a bashful twitch of an apologetic smile. "Who knew you could be so... loud!' You put on a teasing lilt of encouragement that makes him swallow hard.

You lick up the spit and the salty-sweet sheen of pearlescent pre-cum from your lips, legs straddling his hips once more.

“You’ve gotta-” He rolls his hips with a slightly pained grunt, trying to assimilate some sort of control over his posture as his cock throbs. “Jesus...”

He’s not fixed on you - but rather, the glistening sheen coating your fingertips as you pull your hand from between your thighs.

Breathless and clammy, you roll your neck.

Your smile grows more slushy as he softly calls for you; “Sweetheart…”

Lean forwards and lay onto him, give his chest a stroke as his breathing slows and softens, despite how very hot and hard and swollen and wanting he is, and how - not that he’d admit it - afraid of consequence he is after his naughty little outburst.

“What is it?”

“How much longer are you gonna keep this up?” There’s gravel in his throat, and it’s all weirdly innocent, and part of you wants to untie him and let him do what he wants as way of apology. “‘Cause my heart can’t take much more’a this.” He chuckles breathlessly, eyebrows knitted together as if to say pleeeeeease, it hurts.

Aw. Baby.

A pause. You consider. But then he swears under his breath and you remember the sounds that came out of him a minute ago and how he’d rather gouge out his own eyeballs than gift you something so pretty if the roles were reversed. He’s such a bastard.

Keep him steady- stroke his hair and cup his cheek. Listen close and you can almost hear the thud of his heart and the rush of blood painfully pumping its way through his body. Trace over muscle and scar and tacky ink with your nails as you massage his aching arms- Oh, he likes that - look, he can barely keep his eyes open.

Now, lure him into a false sense of security as you run your hand across his neck: Not much longer, babe - speak low, whisper, even. Bat your eyelashes, he likes that, too.

He sighs into your mouth when you kiss him, straining his neck to get as much of you as he possibly can. You let him push his tongue down your throat, whilst you deftly pull your underwear aside to grind yourself against him. His brows furrow again as you add insult to injury, and you feel him hold another breath. God, he’s so warm, mmm so swollen and full and ready to give it all to you.

Your arousal seeps onto your inner thighs, obscene squelching almost as loud as your heavy breathing as your hands rest on each side of his handsome, tired, flushed face.

It almost hurts to pull away, but you do anyway. He looks up at you with all the adoration in the world and you have to firmly remind yourself about that false sense of security.

I love you… Your voice is low and breathy, almost as if you’re intoxicated. You rub his cheeks, thumb tracing his injuries. Red’s a good look on him.

He can tell you’re scheming- a curious, lopsided smile fixed to his lips as he returns the sentiment.

“I... love you t-  Ow!”

The sharp smack echoes, cutting off his words. His head snaps to the side, the force of the blow sending a shockwave through his gut that lingers for a second- the disbelief widening his eyes. His cheek, now flushed a deeper shade of red than before, throbs with the sting of your palm.

Slowly, he turns his head back to face you, and his eyes meet yours. There’s a flicker of something else amongst the greens and ambers- hurt, surprise, but also the unmistakable spark of heat pulsing beneath the surface. His lips part slightly, as if he wants to say something, but the words die in his throat. Ugh, do you think he knows what that does to you- the arousal that punches thick and fast, sending liquid need smearing against him as you continue to slowly rock your hips?

You can see the way his chest rises and falls, his breath coming faster, ragged with the sudden rush of adrenaline. You’ve caught him off guard, and you relish the power of such a rare occasion.

A slow, smug smile spreads across your face, the satisfaction of your dominance making your heart race.

“That’s for calling me a bitch.”

There’s a thrill, dark and intoxicating- a heady mix of control and intimacy, and you can’t help but feel a tinge of pride at how well you know him- how easily you can manipulate complex bodily functions with a single, unexpected gesture.

“I- I told you I didn’t mean- Jesus!”

The second slap is quick, almost casual, yet it sends another jolt through him, intensifying the flush on his cheeks, and undoubtedly causing more damage to the bruising from earlier in the day.

His breath hitches, and this time, there's no mistaking the reaction it elicits. The pain barely registers before it dissolves into something else- his pupils dilating, lips parting in a soft gasp as the sharp sting morphs into an undeniable arousal. The way his body responds is almost involuntary, a slight shudder running through him as he struggles to maintain composure.

“And that’s for not telling me how close you were. So sly, Sam.” You tut.

You see it all, the way his defences crumble under your touch, the way his bravado falters. 

And it fuels you, that power, the control you wield over him, and how much he actually really fucking loves it. A wicked smile plays on your lips as you lean in close, your voice dripping with lustful, quiet authority.

"Apologise," you command, “for hurting my feelings.” You add a mock pout for theatrical effect- another of his favourites.

The way he’s looking up at you… talk about whipped.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he nods. He hates that word.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice rough, laced with submission… and a hint of awe. The words come out strained, as if it takes everything in him to say them, but he does it- because he knows you demand nothing less.

You can tell he’s still processing everything- the shock, the pain, the desire and that makes his apology all the more satisfying. He’s captivated, trapped in this moment where you hold all the power, and it’s clear he’s fascinated by your ability to bring him to his knees… metaphorically speaking. Perhaps you’ll try that next time. Tie his hands behind his back and get him to eat you out.

It’s almost a shame you lack the patience for that now. But, you’re throbbing, aching for him to finish you off- hell, you want to hear him finish.

“One more time?” You ask, angling yourself just above his tip.

He clears his throat, wetting his lips as you catch a glint of something almost masochistic in his eyes. “I’m sor-ohhh, my God.”

You guide him home before he can fully do as he’s told, a languid groan pulled out of your throat as you settle beside his ear. He stretches you open and it sears into you, all the heat and fucking tension of the danger of this seemingly endless expedition- grunts and gasps and tiny little mewls from the two of you, and the way his arms tug against their binds because he can’t fathom the concept of restraint any more- holy shit, it’s not going to take much for you to reach your peak.

Sam turns to you, nose pushing against your cheek to coax your mouth round to him- you oblige because, fuck, you love the feeling of his lips on yours, and- even better when you come back above him to speed up- the feeling of him huffing and moaning onto your tongue as if it means you can’t hear him…

“Mm-ff-fuck-” he stutters, teeth snagging against your lower lip as he can’t prevent himself from fucking up into you any longer. “Gonna- c- can I cum in you?”

You pull up to give your arm enough space to reach your clit again, looking down as he stares up at you with watery, desperate, wide, fucking gorgeous eyes-

“P-pl- shit- Please?” 

Oh, fuck, he’s learning. The plea tightens the coil tenfold and you feel your brows knit together as you rock your hips against him, nodding as a flash of a smile plasters its way onto your lips.

If he moans, it’s lost to you- you’re all-encompassed by a sudden heat filling you up in bursts and the intensity of your own heartbeat as you draw yourself closer.

“Oh-myfuckinggod-” 

You fall flush against him as you come, white hot inebriating heat coursing through you as you spasm and stream around him, leaving soft hisses and sporadic gasps spilling from his lips as he’s forced through a sudden hit of sensitivity.

Your fingers stroke until you twitch on top of him, milking him dry, finally slowing to a stop as you let your heart steady itself.

Then, you’re both silent. Bar the desperate huffs and gulps for air.

“My face hurts.” He says, all husky and spent.

You grin and giggle into his chest, and he definitely feels it.

You'll untie him in a sec- and he'll pretend to forget that this ever happened. All bark and bravado. Not that you'll let him.

Then you'll make sure he's okay, clean up the thin dribble of blood from the small slash on his face you've accidentally agitated- kiss him better.

Maybe you'll call him a good boy again just to rile him up enough to roll you over and get you back.

[neverchecking]

*slams open door*I see requests are open!

May I request something nsfw with one of the chain where reader doesn’t know how to swim?

Reader just randomly brings up one day that she can’t swim and ask the chain for lessons. The chain obviously isn’t gonna give up the opportunity to see her in a swimsuit help their darling

I want to say that the best swimmer amongst the chain would be the one to help her but I’m not sure who that would be?

They don’t want to overwhelm her so they decided on having 1 on 1 lessons with her would be ideal, but they’re all just fighting on who has the better swimming skills/experience

Once someone emerges victorious, whether due to a begrudgingly unanimous decision or reader just going “oh, maybe ____ is the best choice!”, they manage to find a lake separate from the others

While reader enjoys her swimming lessons, no one says the Link giving her the lessons won’t be having wandering hands ;)))

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💚anon!

Last time I told someone I couldn't swim, I did not live them down. I still have not lived it down.

Slight! NSFW So Minors stay away anyway?

You didn't say if you wanted Sage or not, but I added him anyway bc I love him <3

CW: sage is a big of a perv. but c'mon. We knew that.

"C'mon in, Y/N, the waters great!"

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes-

"I'm okay for now." Your smile was as gentle as it was luminescent. Curving just enough to have the apples of your cheeks warming, but not enough to make your eyes crinkle in that positively adorable way. "Thank you for the offer though."

Re-emerging from the water, Hyrule shook his hair free of water before pushing it back. "Why not, love bug? Don't you wanna cool down?"

Staying out there meant staying out of their reach. Staying out there meant risking yourself in the elements. Staying out there put you at risk, didn't you see that?! You could get heat stroke, or sun burnt, or attacked by a rabid deer who's being chased by a feral bear. There were an unlimited number of possibilities that spelled nothing but disaster for you. And he couldn't handle losing you like that. Not in a million years.

Cherry red dusted your ears as they twitched and lowered, the tips touching your now hunched shoulders. You avoided their gazes, fiddling with the hem of your tunic. Why weren't you looking at them? Why weren't your eyes on them? WHY WEREN'T THEY THE CENTER OF YOUR UNIVERSE IN THE SAME WAY YOU WERE THEIRS?!

You mumbled something, which made their ears twitch only for it be in vein. A few glances around showed no once else had caught that either.

"Mind repeating that, dove?" Sky asked, still on shore with his own tunics half-off.

"I can't...swim." You grumbled, looking a tad more frustrated then before.

Silence.

"Well, why didn't you just say so, sunshine, I'd be thrilled to teach you." Arms wrapped around your mid-section, toned and muscled. Dark ink caught the peripheral of your vision. He all but purred into your ear before sharp canines caught the shell, gently pinching it before releasing.

"Sage-" You startled, arms flying out.

"You learned to swim with Sharks. Why the fuck would we trust you to teach them?" Hyrule snipped, eyes narrowed on their newest member. Hyrule had seen a lot in his time, don't get it twisted, but Sage was something new. A whole different creature. He was feral at best, down right savage at worst; with teeth sharper than some of their knives and a moral compass more broken than any villain he's ever faced off of. So in , what world would he trust that fucking loose canon with the most precious thing in his life?

"Because I still learned in clear waters. Not toxic dumps." Sage snapped back, those same teeth on display

"Knock it off." Time barked at the duo, glaring down Sage for his glare of disobedience before turning to his precious star shine, voice must softer than it previously was. "Have you just not wanted to learn? Or do you not have the opportunity?"

You shuffled a bit in Sage's arms. "I just- My old town was landlocked. Any lakes we had were used for fishing in the summer and frozen in the summer." You admitted. Which is a totally reasonable excuse. And not silly. And totally valid. And learning to swim is stupid and dumb anyway. >:(

The arms wrapped around your waist moved so hands could brush against your hips. Somewhere in the lake, there was a shout from Wind before a loud splash, someone throwing the poor boy deeper down stream.

"Offer still stands, I'd love to teach you, sunshine." Sage purrs, feeling your cheeks burn from where he was nuzzling into them. You hum at the offer, thinking for a second.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Sage grinned something sharp and malicious, redirecting you away from the others with a look over his shoulder.

"I'll bring 'em back when they've learned to swim. That may take all night however." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the glares directed at him.

Maybe one day they'd get to his level.

He doubted it though.

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"That's it, sunshine, you're doing great."

"This is dumb-"

"No, you're doing so well. Just like that," His arms were spread beside him as he remained in front of you.

"Sage-"

"Shh, do you not trust me, my love?" Sage's smirk never left his face as he instead swept in closer. His one hand moved from treading water to brush up against your side. "Just like that."

Your blush deepened as he swayed his body effortlessly, laying underneath of you as he brought yours to lay over his.

"I've got you, don't you worry sunshine." His hand raised so his thumb pulled down you bottom lip. "Though, I do feel I've earned some sort of compensation. Maybe a little incentive to keep this lesson going?"

You swallowed.

"I mean...if only to continue the lessons I guess." You swallowed.

His smirk didn't ease your worries, but how could you think when all you could focus on was the blond's lips against yours?

You didn't even realized you were floating effortlessly.

Or the eyes watching your presumable private lesson, fuming in pure, red hot, anger.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine learning the Red Hair pirates are superstitious

Shanks: *Grasps your shoulders and leans down to make eye contact* We'll be back in a few days to check out the ruins, to see if it's safe. If it isn't, once it's cleared out, and we've set up camp we'll come back for you. In the meantime, you and the rest of the crew will prepare to restock the ship's stores.

You: *the only civilian member of the crew* Okay, safe journey *gives him a kiss on his forehead*

Shanks: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) !

Benn: oi oi, what's going on here? How come he gets smooches?

Shanks: don't harass the poor thing, you aren't entitled to their kisses.

You: *chuckles* Do you want a peck on the forehead too Benn?

Benn: Yes please7

Yassop: *raises his hand* I would also like one please.

You: alright, if you would like a kiss goodbye line up and make sure your forehead doesn't taste like sweat.

The entire landing party of thirty dudes: *lines up and patiently waits for their turn*

Benn: hey hey! Shanks, get out of line, you already got one!

Shanks: Yeah, but two kisses would be even better!

Benn: *Once he gets his kiss he drags Shanks off the ship*

Two day later in the camp they've set up

You: *carrying a jug of fresh water into camp*

Lime Juice: There you are, been looking everywhere for you. We're going mushroom hunting.

You: okay

Lime Juice: *stares expectantly at you*

You: uh... happy hunting?

Lime Juice: *takes off his hat, presents his forehead to you and points at it*

Howling Gab: Oh I want one too! *Gets in line*

Lime Juice: It'll probably be the best part of my afternoon, because this trip is gonna blow.

You: *rolls your eyes and gives each of them a kiss goodbye*

Yassop: What are you talking about we're gonna have a great time.

Lime juice: and how's that?

Yassop: Because I'm a fungi!

Howling Gab: You have a fuck load of those loaded and waiting, don't you?

Yassop: *playful teasing* you'll just have to wait and see. Now that ya wimps done getting a kiss goodbye from yer mommy, are you ready to get a move on?

Howling Gab: Says the man that went to them about a nightmare not even two nights back.

Yassop: * hiss through his teeth* You said you wouldn't say anything!

Howling Gab: *shakes his head* you asked me not to say anything to the boys, you didn't specify our friend here. Do you really not want a kiss goodbye? You're gonna regret it.

Yassop: Fuck no, they snog the boss all the time, and who knows where his mouth has been.

You: I did watch him eat a bug earlier on a dare.

Lime Juice: *gags at the thought* alright that's enough of that, let's go, I need a distraction to forget I ever heard that. *Pushes them towards the treeline*

You: * yells after them* Hey wait, before you go have you seen the boss?

Yassop: He went to hunt for big game with Benn and Bonk Punch.

That evening

Howling Gab, Lime Juice, and Yassop: *return to camp with some time later*

Yassop: *being carried because he injured his leg*

You: *smack Hongou who is reading a book next to you and points*

Hongo: What happened!

You: I'll go get the medical bag.

Howling Gab: dumbass got too close to the edge of a sinkhole and fell in.

Monster: *runs over to Hongo crying in panic, and trying to pull him towards the treeline*

Hongo: Sorry bud I can't, I'm busy.

Bonk Punch: *limps out of the forest carrying the bloodied unconscious bodies of Shanks and Benn*

Hongo: Put them over here!

Bonk Punch: These two go lured off a cliff by a kitsune, and I barely got away when it attacked me.

Hongo: un-fucking-believeable.

Lime Juice: Look out! We got company! *Points his weapon at the tree line.*

Kitsune: *bursts through the undergrowth and snarls at all of you*

You: I got the bag!... what the fuck is that thing?

Kitsune: *starting to realize it fucked up*

Howling Gab: Begone thot! *Throws a coconut from a basket and whips it at the canine's head*

Lime Juice: *roars and chases it away and swinging his sword*

Yassop: how the hell did you three lose to that thing?

Bonk Punch: it got the jump on us, what happened to you?

Yassop: fell into a sinkhole, I'll be fine once (y/n) kisses it better.

Hongo: well there'll be no kissing for you, (y/n) is busy helping me stitch these two up.... And we were doing so good, since we laid anchor not a single one of you has been hurt. I was so proud of us because that was something we've never done before.

Yassop: ...you're right, one of us always gets hurt.... And the only people who left camp today that didn't get hurt were Lime and Howl....

Howling Gab: I told you would regret not getting a kiss from em before we left, but no you didn't listen.

You: it's okay, I have time for two kisses *gives a forehead kiss to both Bonk Punch and Yassop before running off to go help Hongo*

Bonk Punch and Yassop: *no longer in pain, and are officially freaked out*

Yassop: The fuck sort of magic is this? *Walks around testing his leg for pain*

The crew: *connect the dots to what's happening and to you *

You: Can all of you stop staring? They both probably got muscle cramps from dehydration that went away because they drank something and got to sit down for a while.

The Crew: *not going to risk it*

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