#lemon/nsfw ahead

[ruleofexception]

FOTC: Epilogue (Ch 41)

@snowwhite-andtheknight

2 Years Later

The parchment is thin — nearly see-through in the early morning light that pours in from the window — but from the way Ryuu holds it between fingers that shake, one would think the words scrawled in dark ink across its surface are as heavy as a mountain.

“Well,” he pulls in a sharp breath between his teeth, blue gaze drifting once more across the page, drinking in the words written to him. “It’s official.” The letter flutters and trembles as he works to fold and stuff it back into the envelope it came in. Lips tug up in a wobbly, disbelieving sort of smile as he tries to shrug, “Obi’s dead.”

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[shhh-secret-time]

rahhhh i’m such a fan of your writing omg and I never request stuff so i’m very nervous to send this but can I Pretty Please ask for something w kyle who’s usually more of a sub being asked to like Go Crazy Dom and at first he’s nervous but then like completely gets into it and wrecks reader’s shit please…. thank u for yr service🙏🏼

Oh lovelies you never need to be nervous when sending requests, I know it can be intimidating but believe me I say this truly makes my day!

That being said, I hope you don't mind that I've combo the request with someone else's! I'm getting a lot of Kyle and I wanna make sure everyone gets a little of what they want! And there is filth ahead so get your bibles ready. Sinners the lot of you.

Me too

Warning: NSFW, Slight choking, Dom!Kyle, Sub!Reader, Breeding Kink, Oral, Strong Language

Pairing: Kyle x Fem!Reader

Notes: Shout out to the roommate who talked me through making a Danish so I didn't have to google it lmao.

The smell of brown sugar and cinnamon filled the air swirling around in your small kitchen. The morning light peeks through the curtains of the circular window in front of the sink, you smile at the view of lilac and orange seemed to blend. You've read things online where people compared the morning sky to painting where the paint seemed to just melt together, and it seemed like one of those days. If you were better with a camera, you'd take a picture just to share it. That and the fact that you had a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a very sleepy curly red-haired man nuzzling into your shoulder.

Your husband Kyle was never a morning person, for all his perfections and his strict schedule keeping, when the morning sun would greet him, he'd return the greeting with a groan and a feeble attempt to hide. You were trying to revive the poor man by making a pot of coffee, the warm brown liquid was the only thing that brought him back to the land of the living. The man ran off of coffee, you were sure the Tweeks owed half their business to him. With the coffee pot humming its little tune and the smell of ingredients laid out across the counter this morning just seemed perfect. Now if only your husband didn't have to leave and go to work if he could just stay with you and keep you warm.

The crisp morning air seeped into the house and sure you could change out of the basketball shorts you stole from him, and the large T-shirt you stole from him, oh the fluffy socks you stole from him but then you wouldn't smell like him. Because he would be leaving after he got through with his morning routine, and you'd be alone in this cold little house.

"What's with the face baby?" His voice broke you out of your little pout, the sleepy gravel laced in each word sent a shiver down your spine.

"What face? I'm making apple and brown sugar Danishes..." You say with a little smile on your face knowing full well he was going to keep bugging you about this.

"Hm... that’s why you had your lip poked out. And your brows were doing that thing." How did he know? He still had his face buried in you, now pushed into the crook of your neck.

You only hum in response as you focus on the apple in your hands, the knife gliding across the skin of the ruby red fruit. He knew better than to mess with you while you were handling dangerous kitchen tools, so he waited until you finished. Once you finished slicing the apples you gently placed them into the lemon water mixture, it would keep the apples fresh while you worked on the rest of the pastry. Next your hands find the mixing tool and begin to pull together nutmeg, brown sugar, butter, salt, and finally the cinnamon. Because you didn't have a lot of time in the mornings, knowing your husband had little time, you prepared the flour before he even stirred.

"You can't ignore me forever; I'm just going to keep bugging you until you tell me why you made such an adorable face." Kyle reminds you that he's still latched onto you by placing a lazy kiss on your neck, his lips trailing down towards your shoulder touching any skin that's exposed by the baggy shirt.

Every little kiss pulled you further and further away from your mixing, you couldn't help but melt under his affection. That didn't stop you from trying. You try squirming away from his lips, pushing your cheek against his face to nudge it out of the way.

"Baby, I'm trying to make you breakfast. Do you want to go to work hungry?"

"Hmm no, but if it means getting you to talk then I can suffer a little." He responds by tugging you back against him pulling you away from the bowl, the only shield against his wondering lips.

Kyle turns you around and lifts you up so you're facing him, using the counter so that you can look him in the eye. He's lucky you already put the ingredients you needed in the bowl, it didn't matter how pretty he looked with his messy bedhead and his soft green eyes, if he ruined your work, he'd get more than a pout. You expect him to move his hands from under your thighs, but he doesn't, instead he slots himself in between your legs and keeps the warmth of his palm on your exposed skin.

"No where to run now, come on love talk to me."

You look away for a moment, the heat from his hands was almost as warm as the blush on your face. "I- was just thinking about how lonely it is sometimes when you leave for work. I miss you..." You finally cave, how can you not under his gaze especially when it softens as you speak.

Kyle lets out a soft 'oh' that seems to drag out along with a sigh. He places a soft kiss on your cheek, one of his hands leaves your thigh and cups the side of your face his lips aren't on. "I'm sorry, you know getting out of bed is one of the hardest things I do every morning. I want nothing more than to stay wrapped up in the blankets with you."

This is why you didn't want to say anything, it was a selfish feeling. He was the one going out to provide for you both, he was the one who had to leave the house while he insisted that you stayed home to relax. When you first married Kyle, it was one of the first things he expressed he wanted, the need to take care of you and pamper you. It was a dream at first, having all that time to yourself and your hobbies and the only thing you needed to focus on was keeping the house clean.

Kyle pulls your face towards him, his index finger hooking under your chin to guide you back to him. His face drops to a frown when he sees the look on your face, his eyes studying you carefully.

"Hey, why don't we go out tonight? We can get some dinner and maybe catch a movie?" He's trying and it's so sweet, the way he doesn't seem to even mind your selfishness.

"That sounds nice. I'm sorry Kyle." You smile at him giving him a little kiss on the nose.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's just-...you're the one that has to work and I'm being, I dunno clingy?"

"Baby you're not clingy. Honestly, I love that you want me here. I want to be here." If he wasn't already smiling at the way you kissed his nose, he definitely has a love filled grin now.

"I know and it makes me feel bad for telling you. Like, it's probably already hard enough for you to go to work."

Kyle goes quiet for a only a moment before shaking his head, the red curls bouncing from side to side as he does. He sighs softly and looks at you with heavy lidded eyes. The love in his smile matches the soft greens of his eyes.

"You're so sweet. Such a wonderful wife, you know that? I can't believe I'm this lucky to have married someone so considerate." Between his barrage of compliments and the way he peppers your face with so many soft kisses you can't argue back. "You're not making my life harder by wanting me to stay, I'm not burdened by you, I promise. Have I ever been the kind of guy to keep that kind of thing quiet?"

No. If Kyle Broflovski felt strongly about something you would hear it. It was honestly one of your favorite things about him, you never had to guess how he felt or if he wasn't upset and was too afraid to tell you. There were moments where he needed time to sort out his feelings or he'd explode, and he swore he'd never do that to you. Not you, not the person he bound his life to.

"There's more to this isn't there? Come on love, what is it?" Kyle Broflovski was also very good at reading you, turns out.

You pressed your lips together as your hands worked up towards his hair, carding your fingers through his fiery red curls. He hummed in delight at the way your fingers felt against his scalp, if you didn't want to risk ruining the moment, you'd compare him to a cat.

One should feel honored that Kyle would even allow them to see his hair when he was a kid, now here you were touching it and even massaging his scalp. You swore if you had enough time, you'd have him purring in your hands.

"I was just thinking about a way to not make the house so lonely."

"You want me to see if I can't start working from home? It'll be a little difficult, but I can-"

"No, no. I mean that would be awesome but no. I mean like...what if we had a little us running around? You know?" You whisper letting your voice drop as if someone could be listening in on your conversation.

Kyle's eyes widen and you watch his face turn a bright red, the freckles on his face pop against his skin. You've never seen him react like that, even before you were married in those early dating stages. Sure, there were times where he got nervous, times where he felt his heart speed up when he looked at you, times where he was puddy in your hands and you could pull a side of him that he'd never show anyone else.

In the bedroom it was you who took the lead. Maybe it was because Kyle was so busy being "dominate" in other parts of your relationship that when it was time for love making, he just wanted to let someone else have control. Being able to shut his mind off and just focus on the wonderful feeling you gave him was what heaven felt like, he was sure. And he was just lucky you liked the role, that you took to it so easily. There was no shame in his eyes, he just wanted to keep what you both did between you two. The world didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors. But the way he looked at you told a different story.

"You...want a baby? My baby?" His voice matches your level, but his voice seems to dip lower than his usual sleepy voice.

"Who else? I know we haven't really talked about it, but I think we're in a good spot and we'd make really good parents."

When Kyle doesn't respond you squirm a little on the counter, shifting in his hold that seemed to tighten around your thigh. You watched as he took a deep breath, and his eyes fluttered shut. Then he grabbed his phone and began tapping away against the screen. You went to move so you could give him the privacy he needed as your eyes caught the little text bubbles being sent. You tried your hardest not to read what he was texting but his hand on your thigh squeezed around the soft flesh, a silent warning to keep still. The way his jaw shifts and the veins in his arms poke out makes you tilt your head in confusion.

"I called off." His voice breaking the silence makes you jolt, that and the way he tosses his phone to the side.

"What?! Why!? I don't want to be the reason you're staying home." You try to protest further but you're cut off by the way his lips slam into yours.

"I've got plenty of sick days I never use. You're sitting here in my clothes talking about wanting my baby. And god damn it I didn't even want to go in today anyway." He growls in between the kisses, emphasizing each word.

"I always wear your clothes though! I don't see-... Kyle did asking for a baby get you worked up?" You ask pulling him back from your lips by his hair, he usually likes when you tug on the roots.

He lets out a small moan, but it's cut off by another growl, he grabs your hands holding your smaller wrists in his one hand. Pinning them above your head against the cabinets behind you makes you gasp, and your eyes widen. This was a new side to him that had your core pulsing with desire.

He didn't need to answer, you got it from that alone, but he did. "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about wanting to fill you up. How bad I wanna cum in you until there's no question that you're pregnant."

You shutter and whimper at the way he speaks to you, his dirty talk working its magic. As the years went on, he worked on trying to keep it out of his vocabulary, but in moments like this where he gets worked up it would slip out.

But it never came out like this, you never realized how much you liked Kyle like this. You never saw the looks he would give you when you were so busy taking care of Ike. The way his eyes would linger with a dark hunger behind them as you took care of his baby brother like it was second nature. Thoughts of your own kids grabbing at your hip and hugging your leg, a baby in your arms and another one in his. How jealous he was that Stan told him one night that he was trying with his partner for kids. How Kenny already had one with another one the way. Kyle wanted his kids to grow up with theirs, maybe they'd be best friends like they were.

More importantly he wanted to see you pregnant, the need to take care of you was ingrained so deeply that he wanted this. Needed this. His cock was aching already over the fact that you brought it up and he didn't have to. You came to him wanting a baby and fuck he was going to give you one. Especially if you kept whimpering and pressing your body against his like that.

"Who's getting worked up now? Do you like that idea? C'mon talk to me Mama." Oh, the way he called you that was dangerous, his hot breath ghosting over your exposed collarbone.

"I-I-" You can't get it out, the way your head is spinning and the way his lips are working, making his mark on your skin. You yelp when his teeth sink in and his grip on your wrists tightens. "I do! I-I want you!"

He seemed to like that, liked the way you beg for him so easily. You feel him smirk into your skin and his free hand push up your shirt. His fingertips glide across your skin finding your breasts, there he gives your nipple a sharp pinch, rolling the nub between his index finger and this thumb. "You sound so pretty like this; I should have done this forever ago.... I'm gonna let your hands go so I can get this shirt off you. You keep them there." Kyle wasn't asking, not the way he clicked his tongue and rolled your nipple.

You cry out and nod, barely able to verbally respond, the pain was intoxicated something you didn't even know you liked. If this was how he was acting from just talking about putting a baby in you, you couldn't wait until he was actually fucking you. For now, you'd play his game, keep your hands above your head so he can slip the faded T-shirt off you.

"I never get tired of this." Next comes your shorts, he unties the strings keeping the baggy basketball shorts up and around your waist. His hands working on pulling them down until they pool beneath his feet, kicking them to the side. "I can't believe you thought for a second I would be upset with you for wanting me to stay home. Fuck, I'm glad you said something. Guess I don't have to worry about going to work hungry hm?" He returns to your neck, but he doesn't stay for long, he kisses a heated trail down to your breasts.

There his lips latch onto your hardening buds. His tongue swirls around the pink flesh hungrily sucking until they're red and sore. Each little cry and moan you let out only encourages him to give the other side the same attention. All the while his hands work on opening your legs to him.

His attention is pulled away when he feels your soaked cunt. Expecting to find your panties, he growls and looks down at you. You don't know how he went from looking you in the eye, to almost hovering over you with such a dangerous look. How he made you feel so small like you were prey.

"Was this a part of your plan? Make those adorable pouting faces and get me to fuck you on the kitchen counter? Wear nothing under my clothes so I can dive right into that delicious looking pussy?" You moan and throw your head back, not just from how filthy he spoke but from how he bit the inside of your thigh.

Teeth marks marking up and down your plump perfect thighs, they were perfect to him. Perfect in the way they felt under his teeth, perfect in the way they filled his hand, perfect in the way you tasted. All of you was perfect.

"Oh fuck~" You're nearly cut off by another gasp as his nips turn to kisses against your slit.

"Keep moaning like that, it goes so well with my breakfast." The way his tongue slipped through the lips of your cunt against your bud made your gasp turn to moans.

Kyle devoured you like you were his last meal, his tongue swirls around your nub like he had your breasts. You couldn't help as your hips rolled against his tongue chasing pleasure with greed, but he stops you with a firm hold on your thighs. His teeth graze your bud as a warning, a silent demand for you to sit still, but if the way he spoke and pinned you down was anything to go off of; you needed to keep pushing. So, you pushed against his hold again, squirming against his mouth.

When Kyle pulls back and clicks his tongue, it isn't until you see the look in his eyes that you know you're in trouble. "I kept my hands up like you told me to...w-what is it?"

"You know what. I'm trying to eat my meal in peace and you're making it very hard. Quit being a brat."

"But I was just-"

Kyle cuts you off again, but not with his lips or his own words, but from his hands wrapped around your throat. The tips of his fingers applied a healthy amount of pressure to cut off just enough air to make your head spin. His eyes narrow down at you as he forces your head up.

"You were just...what? Arguing with me? No, I think you were going to say, I'm sorry I won't move my hips again. I'll keep still so you can eat."

He waits. Waits for you to nod before letting your throat go, then he waits another second looking at you expectedly. As you gasp for air your tongue traces your bottom lip. "I... I’m sorry and I'll keep still so you can eat."

"Good girl."

Oh. Oh. Maybe you were more of a switch than you thought. Maybe it was just the way he said that with that delicious purr. At this moment you didn't really care to put a label on it, you were just burning from the praise. Not like you had a lot of time to think about it anyway, not when he knelt back down and started eating you out. His lips latched onto the sensitive nub pulling a moan from you as he sucked, his tongue flicks over it again and again. He's attentive to every sound you make from the way your muscles flex and bounce under his touch. All but humming when your yell for God or his name.

Throwing your head back, you swore you were seeing stars when he shook his head back and forth. The friction had you clenching around nothing and your nails digging into the wooden cabinets behind you.

"Kyle baby, I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum. I-I've been good I did what you told me!"

When he doesn't say anything, you have to fight the urge to grab him by the head and force him to look up at you. Slowly he looks up at you and the little flicker of fire behind them tells you all you need. It takes everything in your power not to close your eyes as you cum around his tongue, even more so when his tongue begins to greedily lap it up. You mewl and squirm trying to pull away from him, but he won't let you, won't let you move from his hold. Nothing you could have baked for him would taste as perfect as you do.

"So sweet~. Hmm always taking care of me." Kyle rubs his lips against your thighs again, wiping the slick off his jaw.

As he stands back up, he can't help but admire his work. The way your skin is marked with his teeth marks, the purple bruises on your thighs shaped like his hand, and now the way your face is flushed a dark red as you try to catch your breath. You can't quite read what's going on in his head, but he's got that look like he's thinking about something. The way his brows knit together and his eyes flicker from you to around the room.

Then he hums, picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen table. You shiver when the cool wood hits your back but it's a distant complaint as he hovers over you. Somewhere between the counter and the table he's slipped off his plaid bottoms and his boxers. Discarded somewhere with your clothes, you click back into reality as he pulls his shirt over his head. Most of his freckles are covering his shoulders, dusting across the pale skin and down his back. He raises a brow at you when he catches you admiring just how handsome he really is. It's only morning and he's already got you so dazed and worked up.

"Got something to say Mama?"

Fuck you were really beginning to like that, "just thinking about how incredibly lucky I am. We're gonna make some really pretty babies."

He smirks at you, the kind that would have made you fall to your knees if you weren't laying on the table. "Yeah? I was just thinking the same thing. How fucking beautiful you are. How pretty you're gonna look when I finally paint your insides."

You cover your mouth to stop the moan from slipping out of your mouth, but once again he stops you and pins your hands by your side. "No. Let me hear you. I need to hear you begging for my cock. Beg me to fill you up."

It takes a few teasing glides of his cock over you folds and a few more growls before you finally cave. The way the words roll of your tongue is like sin. "Please Kyle, I want you to fuck a baby into me. I want it so bad; it has to be you. Only you!"

"Fuck!" His own resolve crumbles just as the tip of his cock slips back down to your begging hole.

This isn't the first time you've felt him without a condom but this time it felt so different. Knowing he wasn't going to pull out this time was exciting, the fact that he could just let go and take you however he wanted. To claim you with his cum. You're so caught up in your own thoughts you don't even feel the way he puts your legs up on his shoulders, or his curls brushing against your face. It isn't until he finally sheathes himself into you that you snap out of it. You moan next to his ear when he bottoms out in you, the way your thighs burn feels so good.

"Your cunt's choking me, trying to milk me already baby? Don't worry I'll give you every last drop." Kyle lulls his head to the side as he begins lazily rocking into you.

You're almost folded in half from the way he has you under him, knees pushed back towards your shoulders. Kyle's got your hands still pinned by the side of your head; fingers intertwined with yours. Normally his eyes would flutter shut, he'd give into the sensation of his cock nudging into your walls, but this time he keeps them open. Like he is trying to memorize every time your lips form that cute little 'o' and a moan comes spilling out. The way your moans pitch up when he hits that delicious spot. The way you pant and beg for him to go faster.

That's when he shifts, the loving hold and lazy thrusts turn to fast paced fucking. Love making is always there, you never doubt that, but the way he's got his hands around your waist pulling you back onto his cock feels so raw. He slams into you with a newfound force neither of you knew he could muster. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, stars dancing across your vision. He rewards you with his own moans and grunts, the further his cock head pushes past your walls the faster he brings you to climax. Now that your hands are free from his strong grip, you place them on his forearm’s nails digging into his flesh. He hisses but it only seems to push him further.

"Come on baby. Cum around my cock. Yeah, just like that. Just like that!"

You arch your back and give him all you have. Your walls finally grip his cock as you reach your peak. Between your heart beating in your ears and the way he slams back into you, it's almost too much. Kyle finds a way to keep you on the line without pushing you too far. You feel the way his hips begin to stutter, and his moans become ragged. You know he's close.

"Yeah. Fuck you feel so good, I'm gonna- gotta fill you up. Take it!" He groans and then you feel his hot seed against your walls. Pushing up into your cunt, he plugs your hole with a final slam of his hips.

You and your husband lay there against one another, panting heavily until your breathing slows down to match one another. You can feel his lips pressed against your neck and his eyelashes tickle your skin. When you move your hands to his hair again, he knows you're okay, he presses a few short kisses onto your soft lips. Kyle feels you smile against his lips, and he doesn't even bother stopping the lazy one that comes across his.

"Never seen that side of you. I like it." You purr finally able to talk now that you've slowed down.

"Hm, keep that in mind when we do this again."

"Again?"

"Oh baby, we've got all day. It's Friday. I'm going to treat you to dinner like I promised. After that I'll take you upstairs and we're going to do this again. And again. Aaaaaand again. I'll keep my cock plugged in you like this and we'll go to sleep." His fingers push back into your hair, pushing it out of your sweaty face.

"J-Jesus Kyle." You shutter under his touch, unable to stop the way your walls flutter around him again. You can feel his cock bob in response, and when he slides his hardened member out slowly; you feel every little vein like he wants you to memorize it.

"Gotta make sure you're pregnant. My perfect, beautiful, wonderful wife deserves to be a mama. And what kind of husband would I be if I didn't give her exactly what she wants?" Kyle smirks down at you with newfound energy.

It was going to be a long morning, maybe you could convince him to let you finish making those pastries but you had a feeling that would be a battle. Especially since he's already started thrusting back into you. Maybe a few more rounds wouldn't hurt, you could always have him put the baked goods in the oven. After all he was doing so well already.

[venomous-ragno]

If there's one thing I now know about this fandom, it's that y'all are thirsty asf but parched of content, so here it is:

König NSFW headcannons.

I take requests btw ;)

Tags: CoD König, König x reader, gn!reader, nswf / lemon, you sit on his face, blowjob, cowgirl, pretty much just pure filth, probably forgot smth but eh

Warning: NSFW ahead, minors dni, not proofread yadda yadda

Gif by @shadow-01

• Sex is no casual affair to him. It's not something that's just done and over with, it's not a moment he'd share with someone whose face he wouldn't remember after. It's more than just physically intimate. Especially for someone like him, who can just forget about the world's troubles and give in to the touch of his lover.

• König is very much a giver. He's not that experienced in relationships, given his nature and work - but he's attentive and a quick learner, an eager learner.

• Having carried heavy equipment and guns for days on end, you'd have to do close to nothing if the mere unhoned strength of his thrusts is enough to take you over the edge. Anything else though? He needs guidance on.

• This man will not ask nor beg you to sit on his face, he'll place you there before you realise what's happening. He wouldn't let you go even if you do. Squirm as much as you like, any moan or twitch of your thighs will only spur him on.

• Look at how confident he gets, knowing he's the one that has you breathless and shivering. Go on, don't be shy and moan how good he's making you feel. Scratch his back, bite him, leave your marks - there's no better feeling than waking up the next morning and proudly looking at them in the mirror.

• It's gonna take some convincing and reassuring words to let you please him. Your leg already hooked over his shoulder, his response comes slow, but how could he say no to you? He'll watch you take him in awe; you look so beautiful to him, and inbetween coarse moans, it may just slip out.

• He's an open book without even realising: His jaw clenches as he makes sure to keep the hair out of your face, and you can perfectly see what gets him closer to coming undone.

• Pleasing him is a rugged road at first. König makes sure to pause inbetween, asking if you're alright, can you even breathe when you take him like that? Trust that your patience will be well worth it.

• He doesn't mind being the dominating one in bed, but also loves watching you have your fun as you ride him. His gaze turns so intense it may make you shy, his hands on your hips, squeezing, keeping that rythm going. You're getting tired? Say no more, this man will flip you faster than you can blink.

• Cares more about your needs than his own. A habit he picked up when you started dating, that is now deeply ingrained; he checks if you've cum before he thinks about his own pleasure, which may just lead him to overstimulating you.

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

A Date With Joyous News! John Price x F!reader

This is for @glitterypirateduck John Price writing challenge! Wanted to try doing a longer fic. Scenarios used were 7. ‘Date Night’ and 8. A confession or secret is made, revealed, or discovered’

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mention of pregnancy, implied NSFW.

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The day had started off as a soft morning, slowly waking up to John’s arms wrapped firmly around you and softly snoring. When you both had finally woken up and gotten out of bed he brought up the plans he had for the day.

”How about a night out today, Love?” You giggled and leaned into his shoulder. “John, we're married, you don’t have to try and win me over anymore.” He kissed the top of your head and breathed in your scent, “Well I’m going to anyway. I’m taking you on a date tonight, be ready by 7pm sweetheart.” “Where are we going tonight?” “It’s a surprise.” You nodded and kissed his cheek before the two of you went off to do your daily tasks, excited for the date later on.

6:45pm:

John stood at the mirror trimming his beard to look presentable, from the corner of his eye he spots you in the bathroom. Dressed to the nines and looking just as ravishing as when you both got married. Red dress fitting you in all the right places, makeup dark and seductive, the dark red lipstick doing things to him. “Are you ready to go luv?” You peeked from behind the door and nodded, walking out of the bathroom to grab your heels and purse. He holds out his arm and you take it giggling, as he leads you to the front door of the flat and to the car, letting your arm go to open the door for you. After you had gotten in he went to his own side and the drive to the date began.

Your eyes lit up as you saw the restaurant John had pulled up to. “Really? You got a reservation?!” “I did luv. You’ve mentioned wanting to go here for some time. Let’s go.” He gets out and walks around to your side, opening the door and helping you out. The Maître D’ greets you both upon entrance.

The young man seems nervous, glancing at John before speaking, “How can I help you both today?” “Reservation for 2, Under John Price.” The young man, Sam, checks the list before motioning for the two of you to follow. “This way please. Your table is ready.” Following Sam towards the back of the restaurant, he stops at a table and allows you and John to seat yourselves before handing over two menus. John watches you as you gaze around the restaurant in amazement. 

“The decor is so beautiful! How far ahead did you have to book?” “A few months, but seeing you happy is worth it.” The waitress came, took both of your orders, and went on her way. Dinner came and went, conversation was had, but John had noticed your lack of wine, deciding not to comment.

After dinner the drive home was spent discussing the food and how amazing the service was. “The lemon chicken pasta with alfredo was so good! The sauce was so smooth and had a nice flavor to it! How was your steak? It looked juicy.” “The steak was delicious sweetheart. The meat was tender and well cooked.” John smiled as he watched you beam brightly and gush over the food again, particularly dessert.

Once home you took off your heels with a pleased sigh, groaning low in relief. As you went about your routine to get ready for bed you noticed John standing by the door, shoulder leaning against it as he watched you slip out of your dress. “How about a movie before bed?” “That sounds lovely John.” He leaves to pick out a movie and you head to take off your makeup and change into pjs. Once dressed and noticing that John was changed as well, wearing those sinful gray sweatpants you loved so much and no shirt. You sat with him under the blanket and cuddled into his side, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you turned his head to give him a kiss, tasting the whiskey he had for dinner. “I love you so much John.” He kisses you back, hand wrapping around the back of your head to hold you there, “I love you too, so much luv.” You smile wider and watch the movie.

Halfway through he brings up the wine, it's your favorite thing to have when you guys go on dinner dates. “Didn’t feel up to the wine tonight?” You stop mid laugh and turn to face him. “Thought I wouldn’t notice? What’s wrong?” “John?” “Yes luv?” “Do you remember when you came back last month? And we had that wonderful, earth shattering sex?” “I do. Dream about it when I’m away. Did something happen? I didn’t hurt you did I?” “No! No nothing like that. Uhm…I just…” “Darling if I did something wrong please let know. I could never live with myself if-…” “John, I'm pregnant!”

He was absolutely stunned into silence. “Pardon?” “I-I mean I’m only a month along but-!” “I’m gonna be a dad? You’re really pregnant?” You nodded nervously, tears starting to well up in the corners of your eyes. “Who else knows?” “I tried calling you but Gaz had answered the phone, saying you were on the line with Kate. Told Gaz all about it.” Price thought for a moment. “Ah guess that would explain his sudden excitement that day.” He hugged you close and kissed you passionately. “So I’m gonna be an actual dad then?” “Baby you’re already an actual dad.” You snickered. “The boys don’t count.” 

You both laughed, falling back onto the cushions to celebrate the wonderful news with a night of steamy passion.

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KIDD; the pirate's princess

wc: 6686 summary: princess name, a spirited and audacious royal who ends up meeting captain eustass kidd in one of the festivals of her kingdom. unbeknownst of each other's real identities, their encounter was cut off short immediately and left them craving for more. warnings: afab reader, nsfw 🔞(actual seggs please read at your own discretion), princess au, running away theme, bad parents, i rly can't think of anything else there's rly nothing heavy here, not proofread omg TT

princess full name. a not so ordinary princess that always finds herself wounding up in sticky situations. known for her intrepid antics that drove her knights mental: sneaking out late at night to party with the villagers during festivals, visiting the farms of townsfolk and often setting animals free, and playing tag with the kids and sometimes causing ruckus with them. she wasn’t satisfied confined in the enormous walls of the castle, it’s too pretentious. 

one would say her behaviors aren’t fit for a princess who is supposed to be prude, proper, and ladylike. in contrast to her escapades, she’d love a little thrill more. not that she gives two fucks about the hearsays. she remains happy in her own little adventures in her small town of the kingdom. 

that’s why in the dusk of breezy summer, castle guards are relentlessly in pursuit of the princess yet again; an often occurrence in the kingdom.

the furtive young woman finds herself dancing in the middle of the lively and colorfully lit limestone floors on the marketplace. she hooks arms with a variety of villagers and skips about the floors as heels’ click on the ground in tone with the clapping and dancing of the fellow citizens who celebrated the vigor of the approaching evening. 

you soon got tired and went to one of the mini bars, sitting yourself down after ordering a glass of rum. “village always this lively?” a stranger spoke beside you. he sat with his back facing the counter with both arms propped on the surface of it to support his weight, one hand holding a glass of scotch. he landed his gaze on you, lemon eyes enrapturing you and leaving you speechless.

you cleared your throat to get a hold of yourself, by the looks of him and his remark—he’s a foreigner. his fiery red hair reflected his bold demeanor that intimidated you less than it intrigued you, his snowy skin that contrasted the darkness of his voice, and his sharp grin that mirrored his defined features and structure. a truly captivating man had greeted you. 

“often, yes.” you responded, throwing him a polite smile. “the town has festivals once a week, it’s a tradition.” you continued with a small laugh after having a sip of your drink. 

“festivals for what?”

“for the princess.” you played with the ice on your drink as you shook the glass in a circular motion.  “she likes to have fun in the village a lot.”

“princess’ pretty special then, aye? ‘s not everyday those preppy royals find time to join their subjects for a party.”

“you think so? most of the people here think she’s quite the source of the kingdom’s headache, not really a special one and most definitely not fit to be a princess.”

“i’d say bullshit. you expect these villagers know jack shit about bein’ a princess? nada. bet that princess of yours is the merry of this town, aye?”

you bursted into laughter, holding your stomach as you almost fell over your seat if it wasn’t for his heel keeping your chair upright. “that’s the first i’ve heard when talking about the princess. that’s kind of you.” 

he scoffed a smirk, sipping on his scotch afterwards. “me and kind doesn’t ring right, dollface.” he gave you a side eye, golden eyes piercing through the darkness of the night. “i’ve done things that don't even come close to kind.”

“that so?” you tilted your head in amusement. “like what? tell me.”

“you like the danger, aye?” he leaned closer. 

“well, i’ve grown tired of dancing and you’re the most interesting one here, so go ahead. enthrall me with your tales, unkind gentleman.” you scooted closer, chin leaning atop your fists as you braced yourself for his stories. 

his chest thundered in laughter as he faced you as he went on a tangent about his journeys as one of the worst generations. the evening reached midnight before you could realize how much time passed, going shop to shop with this stranger certainly made you the happiest after a long time. you two rambled about the wonders of the pirate while munching on pretzels and candy apples and downing mugs upon mugs of liquor. 

it was like he was building the world for you as he described the four seas along with his infamy, a wanted man of his caliber with a notorious reputation. you know you should get yourself far away the moment he first announced that he was a pirate but goodness do you love the thrill of his peril. the way his chest puffs up with each anecdote of his battles across the blues. how he effortlessly magnetized (stole) a plate of snacks for you two to snack on and well, to impress you. to get critically close to you as you get intoxicated by either the liquor or his ravishing demeanor towards you. you are perfectly aware that staying with him will undoubtedly risk your safety. but you weren’t the one to follow the rules, right?

the same goes for the pirate. he somewhat loves the mystery you emanate. clapping and cheering from time to time but never failing to snap back spunky remarks at his taunts. he revels on how you earnestly listen to his narratives and be awestruck at his feats, your eyes proved enough from the way you bat your eyelashes and lure him closer with the hues of your orbs. or maybe how your eyes never left his as you studied each bit of his face—the way his huge scar was engraved on his skin, the way his lips quirk up at how victorious he remains in duels, the way his eyes never lose fire as he ramble about the one piece, and how his body language changes each time your knees or arms touch. 

“you’re pretty great, huh?”

“i’d love to tell you more but it ain’t fair that i know nothin’ about the most grippin’ woman i’ve met.” 

“flattery would get you nowhere, kidd.” you chuckled, shifting in your seat. “i’m just a villager here, nothing special about this one.”

“you ain’t foolin’ me, i’ve seen the eyes of the townsfolk ‘round here.” he scooted closer, cocking his brow at the people at the market. “you’re no ordinary woman, these men couldn’t take their eyes off of you. and unfortunately, i seem to be one of them. yet i’m lucky enough to share a drink with you, pretty one.”

“aren’t you a charmer, captain?” you finally met his eyes, fiery as he studied your face. “flowery words don’t suit a brute like you, i’d say.”

“why don't you add more to my luck tonight and tell me your name before this night ends, doll.”

your faces grew inches closer, the aroma of liquor was pungent on your noses. he scanned your eyes, took a long glance on your lips, and back to your eyes again. his canines tugged at his lower lip before licking them subtly. reveling on the smile he elicited from you, he inhaled a deep breath before tilting his head.

before you could answer him, what jolted you from your seat was the frantic callouts of the castle guards. they were calling out to you and you could feel the chills running down your spine again, each time they did this you felt this way. panic washed over you and you instinctively fled the place as you dashed to the alleyways, kidd reaching over to you but failed to even get a touch of your wrist.

“o-oi! where are you going?!”

you gave him a meek smile before running away and disappearing into the shadows of the alleyway as you made your way back to the castle. the guards had invaded the market and put a stop to the party, searching up each woman in hopes of finding the princess. 

“the fuck is going on ‘ere?” kidd stood up from his seat before killer laid a hand on his shoulder to stop him. the two pirates scanned the place

“palace guards.” killer announced, helping kidd’s brain to comprehend. “i think you’ve just shared a drink with the princess.” 

you ran far until you reached the backyard where no guards were present, it had been your path to sneaking in and out. 

“you should stop seeing that man, name.” your mother spoke from your room, sat at the edge of the bed as if waiting for you. 

“you were watching, mother?”

“always. but i wouldn’t deny the fact that that man had made you smile the widest in years.” 

“he told me about his adventures,” you started, looking over the window in hopes of getting a glimpse of that redhead. “how the four blues looked, how he fought and faced toe to toe with his foes, how magical the grand line and the new world is, and how free he was.” you sighed as you draw back at how he’d write it out for you, each of which keeping you engrossed at each tale he tells.

your mother placed comforting hands atop your shoulders then traced up to either side of your face. “your eyes say it all, honey. i can see how much light that man brought out in you.” she started. “but i cannot stand idly when a pirate has caught you in his trap.” her grip on your face loosened as she made her way to your balcony doors, simultaneously shutting them. “much less a part of the ill-famed worst generation, a ragtag of disasters. it’d be vain to let him get his hands on you, he’s only after your status and the treasure you possess. that’s what pirates are.” her tone grew deeper, more sharp and strict. “you are not to speak to him again, do you understand?” she firmly announced, pointing her closed paper fan at you.

you nodded bashfully, the change in your demeanor broke her heart less than it urged her to keep you locked in the castle and away from that hazard. she strutted down to your doors and left you at your downcasted self. “your suitors will be here by tomorrow afternoon, you are to dine with them for lunch and pick out the next king of the kingdom. don’t do something that will embarrass us.”

the shut of your doors echoed far and resounded in your ears. you cried yourself to sleep at the foul turn of events that night, burying your sobs in the damp pillows of your quarters. that morning, you unwillingly participated as you gave off the fakest smile you could muster while laughing halfheartedly at their empty jokes. their humor and charisma are far less than mediocre, it is phenomenally childish in a sense that you’d rather pretend to faint to get out of that situation.

daft princes that left you bored and apathetic from their lack of liberty and substance. royals that knew nothing but the privilege of the rich and classy airheads. 

 unlike that pirate you’ve almost spent your midnight with, a riveting man that enraptured you and shook your world to the core. compliments that made your heart flutter more than it should be. the enticing danger his aura holds. and adventures that invited you to join him for the next time he ventures out into the blues. the fire in his eyes each time you locked gazes with him  and the intimacy you felt only when you sat down with him were unparalleled and left you craving for more.

“you were not your best today, name.” your father spoke to you, joining you as you watched your subjects by your grand balcony. “were the vicinal kingdoms too inadequate for your liking?”

you kept quiet for a moment before responding with contempt. “a group of men who are much too shallow wouldn’t be fit to be my king.” you turned around before stopping your tracks to continue. “i’d want a man who has the same fire as i do, father. not a prince who’d rule the kingdom with his foolish heroism and blank principles solely based on nobility.” you left your father outside, brimming with disdain. 

and you didn’t see him again for the following days, the castle had kept you on lockdown. monitoring your every move and hindering you from going anywhere except your room and the courtyard. it’s too stifling. 

you longed to see him again and hear more of his thrilling stories. you’d never forget how you two laughed under the stars with alcohol coursing through your veins and stimulating the desire for each other. 

but tonight was the annual masquerade ball where one of your suitors might potentially be the next reign for the kingdom. it’s main purpose is to celebrate the prosperity of the kingdom, yet masquerades were added for the notion of finding your next husband. 

as the maids prepared you for the ball, you’d have this empty look in your face as you dwell at how you released the only fire you could’ve had. 

the maids dressed you in a ruby and stygian gown that radiated your elegance. adorned with regal ornaments and gems that shone at each struck of light. the bodice of the dress is clad with lacy black overlays on either side of your chest down to your waist akin to the intertwining patterns of spiderwebs. its sleeves were long and got more loose as it reached your wrist, its ends sewn with handcrafted with the same lacy accents on your chest. the neckline was sewn into a square fitting style that graced your neck and collarbones where a pearly necklace accentuated the area. the middle end of your bodice was where a brooch with your kingdom crest resided, matching the glimmers of the beads in your dress. the overskirt cascades down from your cinched waistline in layers of red, voluminous mesh tulles with its hemline embroidered by horizontal lines of black as it reaches the floor. lastly, they slid and tied black strappy heels that go up to your knees for your shoes.

they then comb through your locks, curling it up and tidying some braids adorned by red ribbons and golden clips at the crown of your head. leaving some tendrils loosely hanging by the sides of your face as it complimented your gold, dangling earrings in a shape of roberto coins. partnering your face with a sharp red blush and bright, crimson lipstick as your eyelids shone in a glittery gold eyeshadow and pointy eyeliner. 

as your name soon got announced in the grand hall where nobles from different kingdoms would love to witness the beauty that is you, it’s as if a treasure had been unearthed before them as they feasted their eyes on the masked princess. earnestly observing your poise and allure, entranced by how you strut at the porcelain floors of your castle.

yet it was somewhat foolish of you to try and search for him in the hall, you hoped yet you knew that it’d be impossible to find a pirate in a ball. soon enough, the pretentious dancing had started. it dreaded you the most, since these gentlemen, regardless of age, tries to woo you and pick you up just to get a taste of your beauty. it irked you to an extent where you’d want to kick them in their manhood.

roughly thirty minutes have passed and you feel yourself falling asleep despite the movements of each dance. from the sleazy kings and airheaded princes, they’re all from the same mould of plain, boring men with no charm. even with the masks that covers half of their face, you could see all kinds of uglies in each of them. that is until you hook arms and hold hands with this one gentleman with the same familiar set of vermillion locks that sat in a disheveled manner atop his head. you felt that same aura from the man you’ve been longing to meet once again and it excited you. from the way he firmly held your waist and how his callous hands didn't faze you but only drew you closer by the princely figure clad in a three piece suit in black, two of the buttons on his dress shirt were unbuttoned to showcase more of his snowy skin from his upper chest to his neck. 

he had seemed to read how your expressions change with the smirk that made its way to his lips. “ you seem to be dozin’ off, princess. bored?” he greeted, as he met your hopeful eyes beneath each other’s masks. behind those pieces of fabric, you two knew all too well who each other were. 

“k-kidd-”

“shh.” he cut you off, stoically looking around to try and search the area for any hostility from the foolish nobles. thankfully, no suspicions arose due to the fact that masks and mysteries made the night more magical. “as much as i’d love to cause a ruckus, i’d like to dance with you a little more.”

this was the first time you’ve looked up with so much hope and marvel at the man you were dancing with, seemingly getting lost in his sunny eyes and the way he moves with you. “is it really you?”

“mhm, can’t believe it?” he laughed a little, giving you a little twirl before securely holding you back in your place again. “ya better wipe that drool off your lips cuz it might give us away, my lovely.” he scrunched his nose as he teased you, grip growing tighter to elicit a reaction from you. 

“how did you bypass the guards?”

“knocked them unconscious, nothin’ drastic.” he responded and left you giggling silently. “but hey, lemme  marvel at you for a minute, shortstack.  ‘cuz damn you’re quite the goddess tonight.” he poked on your chin, making your body feel hot all the more. 

“still the sweet talker, huh?” you scoffed as you hid your creeping blush. you bit on your tinted lips and avoided his gaze as you leaned down his shoulders and inhaled his alluring, metallic scent. “wherever do you get all that confidence?”

“i’ve gone through hell and back to finally see you and dance with you, there’s no reason for me to hold back, no?” he got closer, reveling in your scent and warmth. 

from an outsider’s perspective, this is quite a romance to see. most of your suitors soon become despondent because it appears that there’s already a winner, a king of the princess’ heart. the world seemingly revolving around the two of you as you both fit perfectly in each other’s arms as you two moved harmoniously with the melody of the orchestra. it warmed the hearts of the audience and most definitely, your parents. 

“what do you say if we,” you started, tracing the lines of his coat with your ringed fingers. “run away after this? just the two of us, go someplace where we can be alone together.”

his grip on your hands and waist grew tighter, matching the chuckle that lowly rumbled on his chest. he met your eyes once again. “i thought you’d never ask. i seem to be getting more drawn to you, princess.”

after a few minutes of dancing with him, the banquet started and the lot of you had feasted on the opulent food readied in the long dining tables of the grand hall. all the while you two kept exchanging glances and throwing smiles here and there.

once every noble was busy with their royal bullshit, you and kidd had taken the liberty to sneak outside the venue where the guards were gradually falling asleep. you, kidd, and his crew had taken care of knocking them unconscious in order to make it out of that hellhole. 

you two broke out of laughter as you got a good distance away from the palace, holding on your knees as you tried catching your breath and composing yourselves. he then pulled you closer by your waist as he leaned down, your noses brushing together and breaths touching each others’ lips. “c’mere and let me ki-”

“you pirates really think you can just head straight for the prize?” you put a finger between your lips and his. “come, let’s find a place more…intimate.” you winked at him, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his as you dragged him to a place of your liking. 

you two made your way to the local bathhouse where you used to relax with your friends from the village when you were a child. you were met with the landlady, one of your friends too, and looked at her with that knowing look. you placed your index finger atop your lips, signaling for her to stay quiet. she smiled at you mischievously, completely understanding what your plans were. 

you led him to one of the VIP rooms of the bathhouse and shut the door afterwards. “a bathhouse?” he asked, scanning the place.

“i’ve reserved the entire place, don’t worry.” you assured, taking off your mask and his simultaneously. “we can be as loud as we want here, captain.” you sultrily added, leaning closer to his ear as your hands moved across his body. 

“what a dirty thing for a princess to say, don’tcha think?” he replied, large hands lingering by your rear. “they’re probably wonderin’ where she is right now, hm?” he leaned down closer, hands traversing to the strings of your corset and precariously playing with them.

“let them.” you replied, your hands moving to where the buttons of his suit are. “i’m quite busy with more important things right now.”

“eh? like what?” he started, slowly undoing the knot of your corset. “fuckin’ a pirate?”

“oh shut up.” you discarded his upper garments, hands roaming the vastness of his toned torso. “clearly, you want me more than i want you.” he hummed in approval, finally crashing your lips together. 

he had you sat down on one of the sinks in the room with your legs wrapped around his waist, his lower half still clothed yet you can feel his member rubbing against you as he raised the skirt of your dress and pressed his crotch closer to yours. hums and moans emanating from both of your lips.

tucking a hair behind your ear, his rough hands held your jaw close to bury his tongue deeper in you. the span of his fingers holding your neck in place as he sucked on your lip, satisfied at the swollen and ruby result. 

you pulled on his hair from time to time, eliciting hums and growls of approval from him. your hands spanned across his broad back, marveling at the muscles and scars from his years of piracy. fingers gliding across his strong arms that gripped places that were sensitive from you,  your head tilting to where you can both fight for dominance in the kiss.

“have i ever told you,” he started, lips lingering by your ear and wandering down the column of your neck. “that my favorite color is red?” and just like that, your corset and overskirt was on the floor. the bastard haphazardly pulled the thing away after skillfully untying it.

“aren’t you skilled at taking clothes off!” you praised, smiling at him with your smudged lipstick. 

“you could say, i had tons of practice.” he replied, biting your lower lip.

“playboy.” you hopped off the sink, disappearing into the showers to wash up before jumping in the large tub that was dug down the rocky floors. “i seem to have gone away with a dangerous man.”

he followed shortly after, entering the same shower cubicle as you. the cold water torrenting down your bare bodies as you returned kisses with one another. his rough hands roaming the softness of your skin and each curve of your body, his hands and lips not leaving you and rendered you breathless. 

you pulled away, turning around. “look at me.” you raised his chin so you could have a good look at him. “you look like a prince yourself without the goggles and the make up, hm?” you placed a kiss on his cheek as you marveled at his bangs that had water dripping on its ends. it messily curtained his forehead and yellow eyes as the scarlet pigment contrasted his wintry skin. 

he looked away, cheeks heating up with your compliments and touch. but he bit back once more with a smug grin. “no way in hell i could be a prince, i’m a fuckin’ king, baby.” 

“alright alright, let me just appreciate how handsome you are, okay?” you held his face between your hands as you reached over to place a kiss at the corner of his lips. “what do you say we relax for a moment in the bath, hm?”

“relax means fuck, right?” he retorted, that usual grin back to his face. 

you bursted into laughter as you made your way to the wide bath, moaning at the relief of the water. he soon joined after you, reveling at the warmth of and tranquility of the bathwater. it had some rose petals floating on the aromatic water, scattered along with healing herbs. 

“i wish i could stay here forever with you, kidd.” you gazed towards him, soon standing up before him. 

he placed both of his hands on your hips as he studied and memorized how your body looks and relished his plans on how to ruin you. “we can do that,” he replied. “i’ll take you with me.”

you got settled down by his toned thighs, rigidly supporting your weight as you straddled his lap. he looked at you with so much desire as he scrutinized your body with his lips, placing wet kisses on each column and juncture of your torso. sucking on each of your mounds and taking his time nibbling on the bundle of nerves in between, ravaging moans out of you until you tug on his hair and scratch on his skin. he left visible marks on you from your jaw, across your neck, on the span of your chest, on the roundness of your breasts, and on the stretch of your stomach. he also took his time placing kisses on your fingers, particularly your knuckles up to your wrist where your pulse resides. 

he then pulled you closer by your hips, your core and his manhood rubbing against each other. he kneaded at the flesh on your rear as you also took your time in leaving hickeys at the wide span of his chest and neck. savoring the feeling of your lips on his skin as you get closer and closer to his member, “ready?” you mumbled, hands wrapping around his overwhelmingly prodigious length before you dip down the lukewarm bathwater. 

he licked his lips as he looked you down before softly holding your jaw and rubbing your lips with his thumb, “can you handle it, though?” his canines tugged at his lips as he grinned, haughtily looking down at you.

“you’ll be whining for more when i’m done with you, big guy.” you scoffed before finally dipping down and giving him the best head of his life. under the water, your gurgling sounds from gagging too much due to his girth and length drove him to the seventh heaven. he threw his head back, hands gripping either side of your head as he bucked his hips forward and felt the head of his length touch your throat mercilessly. he moaned in bliss as it chorused your name, relishing at how your nails dug by his hips and how bubbles rose from where you were submerged.

you finally emerged, trying to get some air as your chest heaved. “it felt fuckin’ surreal underwater, goddamn.” he welcomed you, “glad it didn’t kill ya.” he gave your rear a smack after you gave him a side glare. 

“it almost did!” you pouted and turned your back on him as you crossed your arms. he stood up as he laughed to himself, snaking his arms by your sides then up to your mounds. you squealed at the sudden warmth that played on your breasts, fiddling with the bundle of nerves on the middle. hot kisses also littered your neck as it traveled up your jaw. 

“can you stay mad at me, hm?” he nibbled at your ear, deep voice shaking you down to your core. “i’ll make it up to you real good, my lovely.” his hands slithered down your crevice, it throbbed at his touch.

his fingers slid in your core, two fingers already sending shockwaves coursing through your nerves. you could feel him rubbing his member at the cleft of your rear, stimulating you from front and back and driving you beyond your sanity. your knees felt numb, you would’ve fallen down to the ground if it weren’t for his hand on your core and the other was wrapped on your neck. 

“tell me,” he gruffly whispered. “ya still mad?” his fingers fervently rubbed you while his thumb stimulated your clit as it hazed all your senses. your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you clawed on his sinewy arms for support, struggling to keep yourself standing up at how your thighs shook amidst the arrival of your climax. all you could throw back was slurred words and continuous pleads that soon turned into desperate moans. “‘s what i thought.”

you panted heavily as you reached your climax, getting a hold of yourself as he sat you down on the space between his thighs on the wooden platform under the hot bath. all the while, comforting you with scattered kisses on your shoulders. his arms rested around your waist, placing his lips on your shivering skin as he seemingly can’t get enough of you. “what do ya think about bein’ queen of pirates, aye?”

“i’ve had enough of regality and its bullshit.” you huffed an annoyed sigh.  “but i wouldn’t mind if i’m with you.” you leaned closer to his neck, squirming under his touch near your sensitive areas.

“that’s pretty sweet of you, huh? this the princess package?” he placed a kiss on your cheek before nibbling on your ear.

“ah trust me, the princess in me is a version you wouldn’t want to experience.” you pressed his head further to your neck to feel more of his hot kisses.

“hm? i’d fuck the shit outta her then.” he licked a long trail on the column of your neck.

“let’s…” you started, trying to catch your breath. you turned around to face him, settling yourself on his lap once more. “go all the way.”

“cmon then.” he cocked a grin, “show me what you got.”

after rubbing his thick head on your crevice, you’re gradually adjusting to his staggering size. he leaned back and spread his arms by the sides of the rocks as he watched you fall into the abyss of delightful sin at how full you feel. you grabbed  on his shoulders for support as you bounced on his length, his hands fisting the flesh on your bum and guiding your movement. 

“you feel so fuckin’ good, my princess. such a fuckin’ whore for me.” he moaned, caressing the side of your face as he connected his lips with you. his arms wrapping around your waist as he thrusts his hips in chorus with yours, sending you to the ends of the earth at how desperate he was pounding into you. he buried his face between your breasts, engulfing his moans and biting at your sensitive spots..

each time he looked up at you he’ll see hearts in your eyes and savor how flushed your cheeks were. and each time you’d look down at him, he’d have this clouded look in his gaze where it seems that all he sees and hears is you. simultaneously chasing each other’s high, criminally fucking into each other as you two pursued climax after climaxes. not getting enough of each other and insatiably attracted to the feeling of being connected to one another. your core keeping his member warm and his member filling you up were the pleasures you two’d risk everything for. you’d wanted to do it all over again with him. 

and so you two did, professing love to one another through your carnal movements and whispering sweet and prurient somethings until the clock struck three and until your lower halves gave out. overstimulated and drunk on each other. bodies littered with bite marks, handprints, and kisses. that’s how you spent your night. 

you two snuck off once again, clothes loosely done as you made your way to the pier near his ship. you two plan on watching the sunrise, unbothered if someone else suspected the two of you. your hair had naturally dried, not caring if it’s styled or not. and so was kidd, his hair was loosely down and wasn’t in an updo. in your sincerest opinion, he looked more handsome that way.

 it was just an unspoken agreement that you two’d wait till sunrise and reveled each other’s embrace before parting again in the morning. hand in hand as they rested on his lap, your head settled on as his shoulders as he leaned back by a pillar to support the weight of both of you. 

“would you be delighted if i say i plan on joining you in that beautiful ship?” you suggested, observing the sea beneath your feet as they hang by the edge of the pier.

he perked up, looking at your face for any hint of insincerity. “ya really serious about that?!” his eyes shone in anticipation and excitement. “damn right i’d be hella delighted! fuck this kingdom, aye?”

you laughed a little. “fuck this kingdom.” you agreed, looking out the horizon as you watched the sun peeking and blinding you. you placed a hand above your line of sight to shield the light and watch the beauty of the sunrise. 

only to be scooped up by the palace guards and watch kidd be taken away from you as they knocked him down to the ground. it all happened too fast as you got farther and farther away from the man you spent the night with. he watched you disappear into the palace with a scornful glint in his eyes, reaching over with his face planted to the ground. you both screamed each other’s name, trying to break free from the strong restraints of the knights. 

“you are to be locked in your room until you learn your lesson!” your father announced harshly, “i am very disappointed in you, name. you’ve put our family’s name in disgrace!” 

“i couldn’t care less about the family’s name and whatever bullshit royalty! that’s all you two ever cared about! did you two actually care about me?! if i wanted to be a princess and marry a hooligan i don’t even know just because he can make our economy better?!” you bit back, tears streaming down your face as you poured out all your resent. your parents gasping at your language and boldness. “so tell me! w-what about him?! what will you do with him?!” 

“that man has done further damage to the palace and to you. he has bewitched you! such a feat only pirates can make!” 

“speak more ill of him and i swear, you two will have no heir to the throne much less a daughter!” the room felt grim and you see the horror in your parents’ eyes.  “in the short time that we’d met, he had been there more than you two could ever be in the two decades that i’ve lived!”

the room went silent.

“he’ll be rotting in the dungeon, awaiting his beheading. and you can’t do anything to stop it.” your parents stormed out the room after their verdict, you knelt to the floor in defeat, screaming to the ceiling at the cruel turn of events.

but you weren’t one to just stand by when your dream was about to be taken from you. as a child, you’ve explored every nook and cranny of the castle as you itched for adventure you couldn't keep still on your feet. no secret passageways are foreign to you. so you made your way to the passages among the castle walls. it was a dusty and skimpy trip but you were tunnel visioning right now, all that mattered was getting him out and leaving this rotten kingdom. 

you finally reached the dungeons where the knights are lazily guarding their sole prisoner. he caught sight of you and immediately livened up, you motioned for him to stay quiet as you took care of the knights by hitting them in a particular area of their neck and knocking them unconscious. 

“that was hot.” he remarked but you shushed him.

“no time for that! let’s get you out of here and sail away!”

“h-hold on!” the panic and hesitation in his demeanor was evident. he was not that usual haughty eustass kidd you’ve gotten to love. “are you really sure you want to sail away? with someone like me?”

“you ain’t deaf, aren’t you?!”

“a-aren’t you… scared of me?” he looked away bashfully, biting at his lips. 

you bursted into laughter. “what makes you say that, you silly fuck?”

he met your eyes, savoring the melody of your laughter. “all i’ve done was kill, pillage, and repeat. never in my life have i fuckin’ loved someone, and it’s scarin’ me how much i feel for you.” you noticed how his eyes got glassy and how his voice wavered. 

“look at me, eustass.” you held his face as your arms went past the holes between the bars. “i’ve seen how you are and i love everything about you. the fact that you came back for me is enough reason for me to know that you’re just as crazy for me as i am for you. a night with you had taught me more love than all my parents would’ve in my twenty years of existence.” tears streamed down your face as you announced your passion to him. it pleased you at how his expression softened with how he shut his eyes and leaned on your touch. “but, i have never loved someone too, what do you say we figure this shit called love together?”

his heart felt tight in that last bit, it was a found feeling he always experiences with you. with your words, all fear brimming in him  was instantly eradicated. to him, getting saved felt like outright vulnerability. and you’d expect kidd to not take that well knowing his nature, but something about the way you took the reigns and knew exactly what to do to escape made him feel hot and wanting for more of it. how you cleared his head and arranged it for him. or how you’d punt the shit outta those guards that he’d hoped you’d be so kind to give him a demo. and how you came back for him when all hope was lost. perhaps a new version of himself was discovered.

once you had opened his dungeon doors, all he could do was scoop you up by his arms and give you the deepest kiss. his grip tightening around you as you buried yourself deep inside his lips. it was just a few hours yet he managed to long for your lips and be in such misery without you. 

as you two made your escape, you couldn’t care less whether you get caught because kidd was no less stronger than each and everyone of your knights. the greatest knight you could ask for. he amassed metals and pummeled each one who dared cross your ways as you both exited the palace and made your way to the pier where his crewmates waited. he hoisted you up with his ability, a firm grip on your waist as he lifted you up like you weigh nothing. 

“got a pretty big treasure, captain?” one of his men greeted, smiling at the two of you as he unfurled the sails.

“hell yeah.” he gave you a kiss at the top of your forehead before raising your chin with his index finger and giving you a deep peck. “she’s quite the catch.”

idk why this took so long but yes more aus with kidd! these are so much fun to make uwu

[capturethechaos]

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Words - 3.8k

Warnings - 18+ONLY, explicit sexual content, NSFW, fingering

a/n - this came to me because of this ask from @tripthelightfandomtastic's wild Wednesday last week, so thank you to that anon for your thoughts, and thank you Max for giving me a go ahead to write this ♡

You could feel the tight grasp of winter trying its hardest to hold on, the cool breeze you had dreaded all season slowly growing warmer as the days passed. Spring would soon arrive, and the neighborhood had already begun to show their gratitude for the season's change. From across the street, you could hear the subtle beat of a drum, followed closely by the low thrum of a bass, and you made your way to your window. 

You peeked through the paned glass, your eyes landing on the partially opened garage door on the opposite side of the street. You waited, knowing what came next. No matter how many times you had heard it, the crisp tone of the guitar cutting through the bass and drums sent an all too familiar shiver running up your spine. 

It was a conscious decision to leave the bathroom window open as you stepped into the shower, listening as the somewhat incoherent jamming of the boys across the street became quieter. The bass and drums faded, leaving just the guitar to begin an actual song. You couldn't help the smile that formed on your face as they started to play Mary Jane’s Last Dance.

In the time it took you to shower, you heard them play a couple more songs, and a rather colorful conversation, which you were sure was between the twins.

You didn’t take long to get dry and detangle your hair, and as you stepped into the kitchen of your home, freshly showered and dressed in a comfortable sundress, you found that there was already a plate of the cookies you had baked the night before sitting next to a bowl of lemons. 

It had been a while since you had last made homemade lemonade, but your mother seemed to deem the opening of the Kiszka’s garage a fitting occasion. You took your time to make sure it was perfect, leaving a small pitcher for your parents before picking up your own and turning to walk out of the house. 

You made it all the way to the door before realizing that you had forgotten the plate of cookies. With a groan, you spun on your heels, walking back to the kitchen to grab the plate before finally leaving your house. It took no longer than a minute to walk across the street, and you were thankful that the boys were simply talking to each other as you walked up their driveway. 

Your feet were planted a couple feet from the garage door, and you leaned down just enough to look beneath the barrier. “Knock knock.” 

The conversation between the boys ceased, and you watched one of them turn around. You straightened up as a hand wrapped around the bottom of the door, slowly beginning to roll it up. “You know, you could have just opened the door, or stepped under it.” You were greeted with the cherry red finish of the gibson, and soon after, the warm smile of Jake Kiszka. 

Your smile mirrored his as you lifted your hands to display what you had brought. “My hands were a little full.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Sam popped up beside you before you had even registered his previous position. 

You could smell the weed clinging to the cotton of his worn out tee shirt, and with a chuckle, you moved the plate of cookies toward him so that he could take it from you. He eagerly pulled the plate from your hands, swinging around so fast that the neck of his bass nearly hit you and Jake. 

You watched as Josh and Danny stepped toward Sam, helping themselves to a cookie as you looked back at Jake. “I also brought lemonade.”

His smile only seemed to grow as he stared back at you, completely ignoring his brothers. “Of course you did.”

“Please, please, please tell me it’s your homemade lemonade.” Josh’s voice pulled both yours and Jake's attention to him, and you eagerly nodded.

In your peripheral, you could see Jake pull his guitar from over his shoulder. “I’ll go get cups.”

“So… I loved hearing you guys play Mary Jane’s Last Dance, you sounded great.” Your compliment left the remaining three boys with giddy smiles.

Josh finished the bite of cookie that he had in his mouth before responding. “Thanks, Y/n. It was actually Jake’s idea.”

“What was my idea?” 

The four of you turned to look as Jake walked back into the garage with five cups cradled in one of his arms. You rolled your eyes at him, walking over to take a couple of the cups to avoid them falling and breaking, handing them to Danny and Sam before turning back to Jake. He had given Josh one of the remaining three, leaving just his own in one hand, and the other outstretched for you to take. 

Josh turned away from you and his twin to grab the pitcher of lemonade and pour himself a glass. “Playing Mary Jane’s Last Dance.” 

Jake’s eyes darted from his twin to you, and you simply smiled back at him. “I was just telling the others how great you all sounded.”

“Though I was wondering.” Jake lifted an eyebrow at your comment, watching as your face turned to one of curiosity. “Was your dad in here playing with you guys, or have you finally convinced Josh to learn to play the harmonica?” 

All four boys seemed to find your question amusing, chuckling as Josh sat on the old couch they kept out in the garage, and the rest of you got lemonade for yourselves. Josh seemed very proud as he leaned toward the small table to pick up the harmonica and play it for a brief moment. “It was, in fact, me.”

“So.” You walked over to the couch, dropping into the spot beside Josh and turning to him. “What made you suddenly want to learn how to play it?”

Before he could answer, Jake lowered himself into the space next to you and answered for him. “He felt left out. Danny learned, then Sam showed interest, so Josh decided had to learn.”

You turned to Josh, catching the less than impressed expression he was aiming at his twin for ratting him out. “Well I think you’re doing great, Josh.”

After a brief break to snack and drink, the boys slowly got back to practicing, switching rather seamlessly between playing songs and simply jamming together as you sat quietly and watched. 

The practice seemed to come to a close when Josh checked the time on his phone and let out a defeated sigh. “Well, I’ve got to get ready for work, but I’m going to take one of these for the road.” He made his way over to the plate of cookies, pulling on from the pile before hesitating and taking another. “Thank you for the cookies, and the lemonade. Will we be seeing you at the gig tomorrow?”

You watched as he made his way towards the door back into the house, turning to you as he swung open the door, and you simply nodded. “Of course, I wouldn't miss it.”

Josh’s grin widened, and he gave you a quick nod before disappearing through the door, leaving you with Jake, Sam and Danny. You listened as Danny played a bit on his drum kit before placing his sticks down, standing from the stool and stretching. “I should probably go too, I’m working the night shift, and I know my mom will be on my ass if I don’t eat something before I leave.”

Jake lifted his head from his lap, having picked up his acoustic and began to strum to himself, to say a quick goodbye before disappearing back into his own head. Sam and Danny had a brief talk, saying their own goodbyes before Danny came over to you and leaned down, pulling you into a brief hug. “Thanks again for the snacks, Y/n.”

You gave him a quick squeeze, a smile on each of your faces as he straightened himself up. “No problem, Danny. Have a good shift at work.” 

Sam was still quietly plucking away on his bass when he made a comment about needing to smoke before his date, the nerves clearly getting to him as he stared blankly at the floor. 

You stood from the couch, making your way over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Do you want me to roll you a joint? Maybe a smoke and a walk would be a good way to get out of this head of yours.”

He looked up from the floor with a crooked smile, giving you a little nod. “Please.” 

Sam eagerly placed his bass on its stand, grabbing his supplies for you and dragging you over to the couch. You couldn’t help but giggle at his nervous energy, watching as you rolled him a couple joints and dropped them in a plastic bag for him. “There, now go for a walk and clear your head. You’ll be great tonight, just don’t say anything too stupid.”

He rolled his eyes at you, taking the bag from between your fingers and nudging your shoulder with his own. “Thanks.”

He stood up from the couch, putting his supplies back in their little box and hiding them away once again before slipping under the garage door and pulling it shut behind him, knowing Jake would probably forget to do it, even after you eventually left. 

You sat in silence for a few minutes, simply watching as Jake played the same chord over and over, trying desperately to pluck the inspiration out of thin air. You knew he was stuck, so in an effort to pull him from his trance, you slid from the couch, shuffling across the worn out rug until you were planted at his feet, looking up at him.

His hair was falling in his face, clearly frustrating him even more as he tried to blow the strands away from his eyes. You slowly lifted your hand, brushing the soft chestnut strands behind his ear. The movement seemed to work sufficiently to pull his attention away from his guitar, his warm eyes lifting to lock with your own as your hand brushed along his jawline. 

His expression quickly turned from one of frustration, to one of admiration as he stared down at you, and he carefully moved to lift the guitar from his lap. He placed it on the couch and offered a hand to help you off of the floor. His hands pulled you closer until you had no choice but to crawl onto his lap. 

He waited until he was sure you were settled on his thighs to place one of his hands on the side of your neck, his fingertips gently tangling in the strands of hair at the nape of your neck as his thumb traced over the curve of your jaw. 

“You know. You don’t always have to bring baked goods over as an excuse to come see me.” His words were playful, yet quiet as his fingers tightened slightly, pulling your face closer and closer to his. 

“I know.” Your lips were so close, and he tilted his head to brush his nose against your own. “But I know that they’ll appease the others, and it makes it seem a little less strange for me to simply show up during your band practice.”

He hummed, the warm breath from his lips fanning across yours as his lips turned up into a smile. “I don’t think any of them would complain about having you around, snacks or not. Though I still prefer having you all to myself.” 

Jake pressed his lips against yours, finally slicing through the tension the two of you had settled in. “Especially when you come over in a cute little dress, making me think about all the places I could bend you over in this little garage.”

You giggled, wriggling a bit in his grasp to roll hips against his. “Is that so? And what did you come up with?” 

He chuckled. “My personal favorite, over my amp.”

You leaned away from him, turning to look at the new amp his parents had gifted him for his birthday, before turning back to him with a raised brow. Your hands found his, slowly pulling them away from your body as you slid off of his lap. 

A giggle bubbled out of you at the sound of his disapproving groan, but you watched the look on his face as you slowly backed away from him until your ass came in contact with a solid object. Your hand quickly found the edge of the box, running along until it rested beside your hip. “This amp?”

All you could do was watch as he slowly stood from the chair, stalking over to you as his eyes travelled the length of your body. The hand not already on the amp was quickly planted on your opposite side, aiding you as you lifted yourself onto the box. 

He reached you not long after your ass was firmly planted on his amp, his hands coming to rest on your knees and pulling them apart enough for him to stand between them. His eyes traced the features of your face, committing each small detail to memory as his  hands inches slowly up your thighs. “You drive me insane, did you know that?”

You tried your hardest to hold back the grin on your lips as you nodded your head, feeling the way his fingertips dug into the plush skin of your thighs. 

His lips turned up in a wicked smirk as he leaned forward, ghosting his lips over your collarbone, his hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps as his mouth swept along the skin of your throat. “You come over here, dressed all cute.” His tongue touched you first, his lips following close behind as he pressed a wet kiss to the spot he knew made your knees weak. “Making my whole family think you’re this innocent girl next door. Bringing homemade cookies and lemonade.” You could feel the teasing of his teeth against your skin as a low growl rumbled from his throat. “Rolling joints for my little brother.”

His fingertips danced along the skin of your thighs, slipping beneath your dress and continuing until they found the delicate lace of your panties. “But you must know.”

You were putty in his hands, leaning into his touch as his thumb played along the hem of your panties. “What do I know, Jake?”

“You know that no matter what you do-” His thumb was quickly replaced by his index and middle finger, tracing along the hem until they were ghosting over your clit, the only thing keeping him from you being the black lace. “No matter what you wear, or what you say.” Slowly, the lace was pulled to the side, his calloused fingers brushing over the spot where you so desperately needed his touch. “That the second we’re alone together, I will do anything and everything in my power to make you feel good.”

The hand not ghosting over the arousal pooling between your thighs lifted to your face, his palm resting on your cheek with just enough pressure to hold your head steady as he locked his gaze with your own. “You know that, don’t you, doll?”

Your meager nod seemed to be a less than adequate answer as Jake clicked his tongue in disapproval, the hand he had on your face moved just enough for him to swipe his thumb along your bottom lip as he watched you with a wicked grin. “Words, doll. I know you can use them. Let me hear your pretty voice.”

“Yes, Jake. Yes I kno-” The words got caught in your throat as he slid a finger into you, his hand quickly covering your mouth as you choked out a moan. 

He looked far to entertained, slowly pumping his middle finger into you a few times before adding his ring finger. The grin on his lips only widened as he watched your eyes flutter closed, each moan and whimper falling from your lips directly into the palm of his hand. “God I wish I could hear you baby, but I know you can’t be quiet, and I have family members in the house.”

You lifted a hand to the one he had pressed against your lips, pulling it down until it rested against your throat. “You know, you should really- fuck” 

The sound of your voice, faint as it was, prompted Jake to brush his thumb over your clit, watching with a satisfied look as you tripped over your words. “I should really, what, gorgeous? Spit it out.”

You huffed, pouting at him for a moment before finally speaking. “You should get your own place, that way we can do this as much as we want without worrying about one of your siblings, or god forbid… your parents, hearing us.”

“You know.” He leaned in, brushing his lips across your own as he slowed the rhythm of his fingers. “I think you’re right.”

A groan rumbled out of you at his slowed pace, but as you slumped forward, and your head came in contact with his shoulder, your mind was filled with a slew of sinful mental images. You felt the way Jake straightened himself a bit to hold the weight you were leaning against him, and you turned your head just enough for your lips to reach the collar of his tee shirt. 

“Just think.” You pressed a kiss to his warm skin, feeling the small blooming of goosebumps beneath your touch. “Of all the places you could fuck me in an apartment, compared to this little garage.”

His fingers slowly increased their pace, and you could feel the hum of approval as it buzzed through him. “Clearly you’re thinking about it, you’re so wet, doll.”

It was a conscious effort on your part to keep quiet as you teetered on the edge of an orgasm, keeping your head tucked in the curve of his neck. “I’m so close, Jake.”

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers, baby.” He kept his rhythm steady, coaxing you further. His head drooped forward just enough to press his lips to your ear as you held onto his shirt for dear life.  “Cum for me, baby, please.”

His fingers slowed as your orgasm rolled through you. Your brain was locked in a daze, freefalling into the pleasure he was so desperate to provide you. It wasn’t until your breathing had steadied, and you were able to lift your head from his shoulder, that he carefully pulled his fingers from inside of you. 

It was an all too smug expression that he had painted across his features as he lifted his hand to the space between you, as if to display the lude image of his fingers dripping in your arousal before providing an even more sinful display. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, a pleased hum sounding from him as he cleansed his fingers with his tongue.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him as close as you could as he released his fingers from his mouth. He was hard beneath the worn denim of his jeans, pressed against the warmth of your thighs as he simply watched the way you studied his features. One of your hands lifted to his face, tracing over the little details, from the chickenpox scar on his cheek, to the curve of his lips as they turned up into a small smile beneath your gentle touch.

“You know, I’m not the only one that could look for an apartment, doll.” 

He was waiting for you to meet his gaze, but you simply kept examining every millimeter of his face as he spoke. You watched the way his lip dipped beneath your thumb as he spoke, and smiled when he punctuated his sentence with a small kiss to the pad of it, praying to himself that your fingerprint left a permanent mark on his skin. “I know, I’ve been looking for a place. I just know that my parents are going to wonder why I want to stay here.”

“Why’s that, baby?”

“Because my sister left when she was eighteen… I’m twenty-one, and I’m still here.” Your movements had come to a halt, leaving one hand on his chest, and the other on his cheek. 

Jake covered the hand on his chest with his own, using his other to rub small circles over the bare skin of your thigh. “Hey, look at me, Y/n.” Your eyes lifted from his lips to his eyes, feeling the comfort of his hickory irises wash through you. “There’s my beautiful girl. You know no one else gets a say in whether or not you stay, right?”

You nodded, and he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I sure am glad that you’re still here.”

You simply hummed a response, chasing the feeling of his lips against your own. “Why would I leave? I’m a little busy here, falling in love with the local rockstar.”

You wished you could have recorded the sound of his laugh to save for a rainy day, if not just to feel the way it brought a flourish of butterflies within you. He pressed another kiss to your lips as his hands travelled to your thighs, wrapping around the plush skin. “Oh yeah?”

Your weight was lifted from the amp, and your hands quickly found their way over his shoulders as he pulled you from your seated position. His focus turned to keeping the two of you up as he made his way to the couch, and you took advantage of the shift, lowering your face to press a kiss beneath his ear. “Yeah. Speaking of which, we should probably tell everyone we’re dating, it has been a few months.”

Jake chuckled again as he lowered the two of you onto the couch. He leaned against the cushions behind him as you made yourself comfortable on his lap, feeling the way your soaked panties rubbed against his still covered erection. “I agree… but for now I’d just really like to fuck you.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips as a giggle passed through them. “Alright, what are you waiting for then, Jacob?”

His eyebrows lifted, and a smirk formed on his lips as he moved to stretch his arms across the back of the couch. “Jacob, huh.”

You wore a similar smirk to him as you slowly pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded your head. He chuckled, lifting himself off of the couch a bit and catching you off guard as he repositioned the two of you so that you were laying across the cushions with him hovering above you. “Alright, you’re in for it now, doll.”

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[xuzuitengenx]

Ran Haitani x Top Male Reader NSFW Oneshot (Wattpad)

Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Bathroom sex, Almost getting caught, Public, Short Chapter

Genre—Lemon

-Ran Haitani

I hope you guys like this! This wasn't really proof-read so I hope that this is good!

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"Really?! And I thought he was with her!"

"That's what I thought too but I guess he's with the other girl-"

The two random guys stopped talking as a soft short moan was heard in one of the stalls.

They looked at each other before one of them decided to ask what happened.

"Hey uh- Are you good in there-?"

"Oh yeah! Just dropped the toilet paper!"

"Oh okay." They replied before finishing washing their hands for them to finally leave.

But in the stall was M/N and Ran.

After hearing them leave, M/N looked at the bent over Ran who's hair was not in its original braided state but laid messily.

Ran held on to the stall wall in hopes his shaking legs won't fail him as he felt M/N's cock basically against his prostate which made him softly whine.

"Next time, would you keep your voice down, love?" Ran heard M/N whisper against his ear.

Ran let a soft whimper leave him while he nodded before letting out a surprised moan when M/N started his movements in Ran.

"Ah~! Nghh~!"

Ran, first becoming lost in the heated pleasure, began pushing his hips back a bit as his and M/N's bodies collide together at each thurst, making them moan as pleasure hits them.

"Ahh~ Mm~!" Ran yelped out as M/N became rougher with his thrusts.

M/N let out a sudden moan when he felt Ran tightening, sucking him in as his warm insides made M/N also become lost in pleasure.

"Ha~ Ran~" Moaning out Ran's name made Ran oddly felt butterflies in his stomach how he moaned out his name.

"Fuck~ I'm Ngh~! Close~" Ran felt close to his end, feeling M/N's cock filling him up in perfect places.

His tip leaking a generous amount of pre-cum as soft moans and pants left his lips.

"Go ahead then, Ran~"

A/N: Sorry if this oneshot was bad.

[mexxs-blog]

SIR

{ warnings } — nsfw (proceed with caution) soft domming, fingering, daddy kink if you squint, begging, slight praising, age gap.

{ pairing } — triple h x rhea ripley

{ genre } — smutt, lemon

a/n: something small for ; @eepyslut

“god..” rhea throws her head back in bliss as the familiar curve of triple h’s fingers return to her entrance, brushing gently over her clit as his eyes bore into her. “what do you need, rhea? hm?” he whispers, making her whimper. “please-..” her voice was lost in her throat. his words registered in her brain, but she couldn’t find an answer. he hummed in disapproval, but still started to gently stretch her out on his fingers, her hands gripping onto his shoulders as tight as she could. “m-more!” she yelped, bucking her hips against his hand. “so desperate..” he muttered, starting to pump his fingers into her dripping cunt hurriedly, placing gentle kisses along her jawline. “so close..” she whimpers, pulling back from the crook of his neck to look at him, her eyes glazed over and her face red. “please.. can i cum, please, sir?” she begs, and he swears he feels his heart stop. “so beautiful.. go ahead.” he nods. the tight knot in her stomach finally came undone at his words, clenching around his finger as she came. her eyes rolled back into her skull, a series of broken sobs spilling from her mouth as he coaxed her through. once she finally recovered from her high, she collapsed into his neck once again. “congratulations, rhea.”

[skyewritesstuff]

cruel summer (kenny's version)

my masterlist.

entry 4 in my (taylor’s version) songfic series.

summary: a detailed account of your summer fling with kenny mccormick.

pairing: kenny mccormick x reader (college!au kinda)

fandom: south park

warnings:  implied nsfw. substance use (alc/weed/nic). language. vomiting.

notes: based on cruel summer by taylor swift. this was not beta read. we die like kenny.

word count: 7.9k

It all started and ended in Kenny McCormick’s rundown, single cab pickup truck. It was summer time and Kenny’s main friend group had all separated for this one lone week despite everyone being home from college. Stan was still on the outskirts of town at Tegridy Farms. Eric had been dragged out of state to visit family. Kyle was in Denver doing a week-long intensive course. 

Kenny was in community college, about to wrap up an associates in computer sciences, a few classes short of graduation. He was also working full-time at the local Best Buy doing tech support, but somehow he’d managed to have three days off in a row towards the end of the week. However, this had to be the worst time for him to have next-to-nothing to do.

You were in Marjorine’s bathroom, standing over her as she sat on the toilet, pink dye that was scented like lemon drop candy was coating the ends of her naturally blonde hair when your phone rang.

“Marj, can you see who that is and let me decide whether or not I”m gonna get you to answer that?”

The blonde girl laughed, “Sure thing!”

She grabbed your phone and looked at the screen, “It’s Kenny!”

“Kenny McCormick?” 

You said that like there was any other Kenny in your hometown. There was no confusion in your question, though, just a slight bit of disbelief. You’d had feelings for Kenny since high school that’d been a long-kept secret for various reasons. First, you thought Marjorine liked him, but apparently not. In reality, Marjorine is just a helpless romantic who has a slight attraction to all of her friends, you included. Then, he ended up in a weird situationship with Tammy Mullins and then “cheated” on Tammy Mullins with his ex, Tammy Warner, if you can even cheat on a fuckbuddy. 

Kenny didn’t have the most savory reputation in South Park when it came to women. He was a flirt who made it known to everyone how much he liked the ladies and with his charm and rugged looks, he oftentimes was able to pull any girl that he fed the right line to. You felt like it was pointless to pursue him, because you’d inevitably get your heartbroken and look like an idiot much like Tammy Mullins when she attempted to beat the ever living shit out of Tammy Warner for the aforementioned incident. 

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Marjorine spoke in a sing-song voice that let you know that she was highly anticipating overhearing this conversation.

You rolled your eyes, “Go ahead.”

Marjorine swiped the answer bar, “Well hi, Ken!”

“Hi, Barbie!” Kenny didn’t miss a beat, a chuckle to his voice, “Where’s Y/N?”

“I’m right here. What’s up, Kenny?” You spoke, distracting your nerves by finishing up Marjorine’s hair and making sure that the color was evenly spread with meticulous attention to detail.

“Just wanted to see if you ladies wanted to chill at Stark’s Pond later. The guys are all out of town doing fuck knows what and I have like...three days off of work and I’ve already bored myself to death.”

“You mean to tell me you’ve already gotten bored with jacking off and hitting up girls on Snap? Are you feeling okay, bud?” You said with a smirk, eliciting a gasp at your language from the blonde sitting underneath you.

“Ha ha…hilarious. I haven’t jacked it at all today. I’m waiting to see you in a bikini at the pond so I can have that mental image to cross that off my list.”

“Cute.”

“Gross, Ken!”

He chuckled again, “Are you guys coming or what?”

You looked at Marjorine and she looked at you. Before you could contemplate a response, she replied for you, “We’ll be there! Does 3:00 work?”

You shot her a look and she grinned mischievously. “Yeah, for sure. You make sure to look cute too, Marj. I’ve got a lot of free time coming up.” You could hear his smirk through the phone, earning him another eye roll.

“Oh shut it, Kenny. We’ll see you later.” 

“Okay! Love you guys, bye!”

“Love you too!” Marjorine replied, hanging up the phone and looking over her shoulder at you with a smile.

“I hate you.”

“Nuh uh.”

“I’m going to drown you when I rinse you.”

“Oh, hamburgers.”

A few hours later, you were in your room putting on high waisted black bikini bottoms with a black and white striped top as you were trying to call Marjorine to determine whether or not the suit was too modest or just right. You’d called several times, but she still wasn’t answering. You turned your attention to your hair, putting it in two braids, when you finally heard your ringtone.

“Hey, are you okay? I tried calling like a hundred times.” You spoke over speaker phone, starting on your other braid.

“Yeah, I suppose I’m alright…well, a little anyway.” She sounded sad. You’d be willing to bet the $500 sitting in your savings account that you knew where this conversation was going. 

“What happened?” 

“Well, you see, my dad was real sore about my hair. He said it made me look cheap and…”

“You’re grounded…”

“Yeah…”

You sighed, “Marj, we’re twenty. Your dad can’t ground you forever.” 

She sighed back, “I know…I keep hoping that maybe he’ll stop the older I get, but really, I’m getting older everyday and he’s not stopping!”

You groaned, flopping back on your bed, “So, I’m just going to go hang out with Kenny alone…”

“You say that like you haven’t wanted to date him since we were in high school.” Marjorine said, a smile clearly perking up on her face. You could tell by her tone.

“Yeah, but like..” You tried to start replying back.

“But nothing! Go and have a good time!” she said, “And use protection!”

“Marjorine!” You gasped, shaking your head at her response.

“I’m just saying.” She replied. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Marjorine, are you on your phone?!” Her father’s voice boomed.

“No, dad…I’m just…uh…talking to myself!” She replied back nervously. You could hear her father barking out orders at her to stay quiet and to think about what she’d done. Quickly, she wished you luck and ended the call.

You looked at your phone, noticing it was almost time for you to leave and decided that you would start gathering your things so that you could go. Once you arrived, you immediately noticed Kenny’s truck. It was an older model with rusted parts, chipped paint, and numerous crude and comedic stickers littering both the back glass and the door to the bed.

Part of you wanted him to not show up. Sure, you’d been harboring a crush on Kenny, but to think you’d be able to pull him? There was no way. He liked girls with big boobs, curves, full lips, and gorgeous skin. Compared to those girls, you just felt normal, like there was nothing special about you. You’d been told you were beautiful, funny, and smart, but going after Kenny still felt futile.

You parked next to his truck and then got out, walking towards the pond with your bag in hand. You soon noticed the blonde boy laying on a tattered quilt blanket. He was wearing only orange swim trunks and a pair of aviator sunglasses. His head turned toward you and he did a double take, tossing his hand up to greet you.

You walked over and sat your bag down next to the blanket. Kenny let out a soft wolf-whistle. “Baby, baby, baby…” He said, “I thought the view of the pond was beautiful, but you’ve got it beat.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting down on the blanket. “You’re full of it, Ken.” you said. He chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m just observing.”

“Uh huh…”

“Where’s Marj?” 

“Grounded”

“Shit…I mean, that sucks, but hey…” He turned on his side to look at you, “At least we get some time just you and me, right?”

Your chest tightened and you took a deep breath, “Mhmmm…”

“So…you seeing anyone?”

You rolled your eyes again. He was always so flirty with everyone. This was his baseline. You had to keep this at the front of your mind and just roll with his advances and play along with the game he was initiating. 

You shook your head, taking out your sunscreen. You twisted the nozzle so that it would spray and went over your arms, chest, and legs. Kenny held his hand out and you handed the bottle to him, expecting him to apply a coat to his already tanned skin. Instead, he sat up and slid behind you and sprayed your back.

“What are you…?” You lost your train of thought as he reached up and started gently rubbing it into your back.

Your breath hitched in your throat, “U-Uh…it’s…it’s touch free…”

“Oh?” He said. You could hear the smirk in his voice, “I didn’t read the bottle.” He leaned in closer to you until his breath was on your ear, “My bad…”

A shiver ran down your spine and he laughed under his breath again, moving back to the blanket. “So, why’d Clyde say he’d been talking to you if you’re single, then?”

“Because he’s full of shit.” 

It was a plain reply to the question because that was the honest truth. Clyde tended to be a bit of an attention seeker and this kind of behavior was a norm with him almost as much as being flirtatious was to Kenny. 

“Interesting…” Kenny laughed, “I think you should take that up with him.”

“It’s not that serious.” You laughed, laying back on the blanket, turning your head to look at him.

“I think you should tell him that you’re not talking to him because you’re talking to me.”

“Lie to end a lie?”

“Doesn’t have to be a lie.”

“You’re something else, you know that, right?”

The small talk and banter between the two of you went on for what felt like minutes, but upon looking at the clock on your lockscreen, you found out it’d been hours. The sun was starting to set and the two of you were the last people remaining at the pond.

“We should go get food.” You suggested, gesturing towards him with his sunglasses that you were holding, having taken them from him hours ago upon realizing that yours had been left in Marjorine’s car days ago.

“Or we could skinny dip and then get food.” He retorted, shrugging as if he didn’t ask you to get naked in public with him.

“You’re insane.”

“Some people would find that hot, you know?”

“Pretty sure skinny dipping is illegal.”

“No guts, no glory…plus, our police force is a joke. I think we’ll be fine.”

“You think.”

Kenny got up from the blanket and started down to the water. He turned towards you and smirked. “I know…” He then jumped into the water, making a large splash that landed on the blanket and your legs.

He re-emerged only seconds later and held his swim trunks over his head. “Kenny!” You gasped.

“Yes?” His smile was absolutely devious. You got up and walked to the edge of the water only for him to pull his hand back and send his swim trunks launching towards you, only landing on your feet due to the weight of the water in the fabric.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say so you just crossed your arms over your chest and watched the blonde who was currently smiling so widely you could finally see the small gap in his smile from his missing tooth. You had to admit…the colors and lighting of the sunset mixed with the beads of water rolling down his shoulders and his wet hair…If Kenny was anything, it was beautiful.

“Take a picture sweetheart, it’ll last longer.” You’d gotten caught. You took a hard swallow, choosing not to respond to his comment. “Man, this water is getting cold…it’d be nice if someone else would join me so I could suck up their body heat.”

He couldn’t be that desperate. You sighed, “Okay…okay…”

You jumped in, resurfacing right in front of him moments later. He grinned playfully. “Lucky me.” He closed the gap between you two, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing your body in close to him.

“You are ridiculous.” You tried to sound stern, but you couldn’t help but form a smile at his reaction to your presence. He seemed genuinely happy to have you in the water with him with your bodies so close together…but of course he does. It’s Kenny. Something like this is his idea of paradise. You were brought back to your thoughts earlier about Kenny’s baseline and his affinity for the ladies.

“You still with me?” he asked, noticing how your thoughts had drifted from your current position to the depths of your mind. You turned your attention back to him, “Yeah, I was just…thinking…”

“Bout what?” he asked, reaching up to play with the end of your hair delicately, 

“You”

“Me? Huh, it really is my lucky day, isn’t it?”

“Who says it’s good?”

“Well, damn, the thought didn’t cross my mind, but I guess you’re right.” He chuckled.

He leaned in, his lips curved up in a smirk as he leaned in in an attempt to kiss you. You reached up with two fingers and pressed them to his lips to stop him. He pulled back and laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re naked in a pond with me right now…I don’t think that should be our first kiss.”

“So, you’re telling me that if I put my clothes back on, you’d kiss me?” 

“We’ll see…”

“I never thought I’d want to get my clothes back on with you instead of staying naked.” he said.

A few minutes later, Kenny was redressed and you’d dried off and put the t-shirt he’d come to the pond in over your suit. It was now fully dark, the only light coming from his headlights after he’d turned the car on. 

“So…where do you wanna go for food?” he asked, leaning against the car. You shrugged and stood beside him, leaning your back against the vehicle as well. “I”m up for anything, really. I’m not picky. Anything beats frozen waffles for the fourth time this week.”

“McDonald’s?” You questioned, earning a nod in response from the blonde.

“Before we go, though…you said that if we weren’t naked and in the pond you’d kiss me.”

You let out a deep breath from your nose and looked at him, not responding, but raising both eyebrows questioning him ever so slightly.

“So…can we?” He grinned.

“Why do you want to kiss me anyway? You can have your pick of any girl in South Park…or have you just blown through all of your options over the years and I’m the last girl on the list?” You questioned, “It’s not like you’ve actively tried pursuing me before. Why now?”

Kenny looked taken aback by your question, “I…” He paused, as if trying to gather his thoughts. You must’ve honestly thrown him a curveball he was never expecting. “I don’t know…guess I thought you’d never go for me. You’re kind of too good for me. At least, that’s what Marj says.”

“Marj? What’d she say?”

“Oh, I told her I wanted to ask you out like…Christmastime-ish…and she was like ‘Nah, she’s too smart and too good for you. She won’t put up with your shit.’ and one night, after smoking a blunt, I thought some more about it and realized that she’s probably right and that you’re not going to put up with my shit and that even though you’re totally one of the most gorgeous girls I’ve ever seen I…”

You cut him off by leaning in to kiss his lips. He smiled against your lips and instantly kissed back, moving over you to lean you even further back against the hood of his truck, resting both arms on each side of your head until one hand slid down and came to rest on your hip, hooking his finger into your belt loop to pull you in closer. You kept kissing him, letting your hands slide down his bare chest, a shiver running down your spine at the small moan that left his lips as your hands moved. Finally, you had to pull back to catch your breath.

You took a second, just looking at him, your E/C eyes staring into his baby blues. Then, you spoke up, “I'm still not putting up with your shit, though.” You both laughed in response and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Makes sense.” He said, leaning in to kiss you again. The kiss once again turned heated, you locking a leg around his waist and his hands traveling past the hem of his shirt that you were wearing to caress the slightly exposed skin of your abdomen and then move to your back, reaching up to play with the tie on your bathing suit. You stopped him, putting a hand up to his arm to get his attention.

“Shit…” He shook his head, “I”m sorry, I–”

“Don’t apologize.” You began, “I just think it’d be a little more private in the truck.”

That’s how you found yourself on your back in the cramped single cab of Kenny’s truck for the first time that summer. His lips were traveling down your body and your chest was rising and falling at a rapidly increasing pace the further he maneuvered himself downward. You glanced down at him and met his eyes as he looked up at you, his fingers hooked themselves in the sides of your swimsuit bottoms. He shifted his position a little as he was still partially standing outside of the truck. 

You could barely make out his features in the dim overhead light of the truck, but you could notice how his eyes were a deeper shade of blue than earlier. His face was flushed, his shaggy mullet was even messier from the presence of your hands, and he was wearing a shit-eating grin that looked absolutely devious, but you could’ve sworn you’d never seen anything more attractive and enticing in your life.

“G-Go ahead…”

From that point forward, any nights off you both shared were spent in either his bed, the backseat of your car, or the bed of his truck. You remembered recalling the first two weeks to Marjorine after finally deciding that things were stable enough to share with at least your best friend.

You didn’t notice that she was about to take a sip of her can of soda when you casually stated “Kenny and I are like…seeing each other…well, if fucking counts as seeing each other.” Marjorine promptly started coughing, the bright green can of Mountain Dew coming back to the carpet of her floor as she tried to regain her composure. 

“Excuse me, what?”

Despite the harsh way that you would describe your encounters with the blonde, the affairs themselves were anything but. Kenny was nothing but a gentleman to you, always asking if you were alright, taking care of you afterwards, and only getting rougher with your permission. Even then, he’d talk you through it, ensuring you felt safe and comfortable no matter what. It didn’t take too long into your “relationship” for the crush you’d been harboring for years to evolve into full feelings.

Your kisses became more passionate and more frequent. Your touches became more forward and increased in frequency as well. As far as you could tell, Kenny was eating it up and taking it all in and there was no doubt in your mind that he absolutely felt the same. After consulting with Marjorine one night, you decided to finally ask Kenny the burning question.

“What are we?”

You didn’t expect the question to hang in the air the way that it did. You were sitting up in your bed, knees pulled into your chest wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of panties. Kenny was redressing himself after Cartman disrupted the nap you two had been taking by blowing up his phone, asking him to help him with some ridiculous scheme since Marjorine wasn’t answering her phone.

He turned back to you looking like a deer in the headlights. “What do you mean?” he asked as if the question wasn’t clear cut as is. You let out a mild sigh of frustration. Kenny wasn’t stupid by any means. Despite the rumors, you’d see his grades when he’d log on and check them and he was able to hack into just about any video game to make mods to fit any desire he may have during gameplay. 

“Are we like…together, or?”

“Like…dating?” He was buttoning up the tacky orange Hawaiian shirt he’d been wearing, completely missing a button, obviously jarred by this conversation.

“I mean, yeah.” It came out like a question when it was definitely a statement. 

He leaned against your dresser, sliding on his slip on Vans, “I mean…I don’t know.” He shrugged, “We do like…everything couples do…but I hadn’t put much thought into it.”

“You haven’t put much thought into it?” You repeated, dumbfounded at this response. He’d started saying something else, but it sounded like white noise to your ears and you quickly cut him off, “You’ve had a month and a half of spending many nights a week balls deep in me and you haven’t taken a single second to think ‘Hey, would I actually like to date this person or am I just wasting both of our time and fucking them until something better comes along?’”

Kenny really looked shocked now. Somewhere in your rant, he’d started re-buttoning his shirt, but he stopped midway when you started talking and was now looking at you with both sides of the shirt in his hand and his eyes blown wide in shock. He finally let go of the shirt to run his hands over his face.

“Y/N…”

“Kenny, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“What…like…I just…I don’t know and Marj has been asking me the same thing and like…I haven’t even told anyone, if I'm honest.”

“Kenny what the fuck!?” Your voice was getting louder, “Why am I some secret of yours? Is it so you can go around and fuck other girls like you’d been doing? I told you, I”m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Oh my god…” He groaned, throwing his head back, “Listen, it’s not like that. I just…I don’t know. That’s it. I don’t know.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes, “Just get out, Kenny.”

“But…”

“Go.”

He shrugged and let out a sigh, “Okay…fine. See you around.”

As soon as you could hear the tell-tale aged, loud roar of his truck’s engine, you dissolved into tears. You pulled his shirt over your head and threw it at the wall, burying yourself under your covers as your tears turned into full sobs. How could you have been so stupid? Everything you’d ever heard about him was true and Marjorine was right. You deserved better than him.

Weeks had passed since your breakup, if you could even call it that, with Kenny. You hadn’t spoken to him since and made sure to avoid him at all costs. You were not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’d hurt you.

 It was now nearing the middle of August and the now-annual college send-off party at Tegridy Farms was rolling around signaling the end of summer and the parting of ways of all of your childhood friends that happened at this time of year.

“I still don’t want to go.” You said plainly, looking at your reflection in the mirror that hung from your bedroom door.

“It’s a tradition, Y/N and we always have fun! Remember last year when Mr. Marsh got on the karaoke machine and started singing Nicki Minaj and blacked out and broke the coffee table right before the best part of the song?” Marjorine stated, touching up her black eyeliner.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s a good spot to people watch. Maybe Clyde will get shitfaced again and end up screaming and crying for Bebe to take him back and then throw up in the yard, still crying.” You chuckled.

“See, that just makes me sad. He loves her so much and she just uses that boy whenever she wants something because he’s got money.” Marjorine glanced over at you, “Clyde’s got man written by a woman energy.”

You chuckled, “Marj, just because he’s kinda got a dad bod at 20, is sensitive, and is a male Swiftie doesn’t mean that he’s written by a woman. He killed his mom because he wouldn’t put the toilet seat down. That’s giving Mojo Dojo Casa House.”

“Ken was written by a woman, though!”

Not realizing she was following up your reference, you scoffed, “Oh, he most definitely is not. He’s written by some middle aged man that thinks shock value and sex jokes are still funny at their big-old-age.” 

“No, he’s not! Ken is just a himbo! He…” She paused and then realized what you’d said, “Oh…oh hamburgers…not the same Ken. I’m sorry.”

You realize what you’d said too, “My bad. I just…whew…I had a whole response to that. I’m so sorry, Marj.”

“It’s fine…and I agree. All of the broship were written by men of different ages…except Kyle…”

You stopped applying mascara to think about what she’d said and then nodded, “Sheila Brovlofski is the greatest author of our generation.”

The music was already blaring from inside when you pulled up to Tegridgy farms. Once you got out of your car, you could already smell the weed pouring outside. Typical party at Tegridgy. You reached into the pocket of your denim jacket and pulled out your vape, taking a few hits to calm your nerves. You knew, without a doubt, that you’d be running into Kenny tonight, and you weren’t sure how to handle it.

As you both approached the door, you knew you had to make up your mind sooner rather than later as to how you were going to handle this. In true fight, flight, or freeze nature, you could either avoid him at all costs, turn away and ignore him if he approaches you, or just freeze up and end up talking to him like nothing was wrong…and at this point, there was no telling as to what you’d choose.

You walked inside with your hands in your pockets, looking around to scope out the general area. There was a makeshift dance floor where multiple of your peers were either dancing or standing around, two tables of beer pong, and then the kitchen where the counters were littered with various alcohol bottles and almost artistic looking bongs.

You headed over to the counter and took a hold of the ingredients to make one of the only drinks you could confidently make for yourself: a tequila sunrise. You made yourself a double and Marjorine a single and handed it to her. “Aw, shucks, I really shouldn’t…you know how much of a light weight I am.” she said, staring into the cup, “Last time was bad…”

You chuckled, “It wasn’t that bad. You just called Eric sexy in front of a bunch of people which isn’t necessarily like…morally wrong or bad…just questionable and objectively incorrect.” You took a large sip of your drink, trying to get the alcohol to kick in as quickly as possible in case of an inevitable emergency and to drown the still lingering sorrows from that day in your bedroom.

Within the first hour of being there, you’d drank the double tequila sunrise you’d made for yourself, taken an old fashioned that Tolkien was preparing for multiple people, and had been consistently refilling your red cup with the jungle juice someone (Kenny) had prepared and put into several empty milk cartons of all things. Now, you were currently positioned at a bright green and black bong, taking a hit before passing it to one of the goth kids. Michael? Pete? Did it really matter? No, as long as it wasn’t Kenny.

You got up, fully preparing to just stride out of the kitchen and go find Marjorine but found out oh too quickly that you were too inebriated to stand up that quickly. You stumbled, vision a little blurry and your entire body feeling fuzzy.

“You okay?” The goth kid got up and leaned against his cane, extending his hand to you.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m so good. I’m great, actually.” You blew him off, grabbing your cup and taking another sip as you stumbled off towards the living room where the couches and dance floor were. You flopped down on the couch next to a boy you were actually quite familiar with. His shaggy, dark hair was peeking out of his blue and yellow chullo and he was cutting his eyes over at you almost cautiously, as if he were afraid of you doing something.

“Hey Craig!” You slurred, leaning over onto him.

“Hey, Y/N.” His voice was as monotone as ever and he kept looking around and then over at you.

“Where’s Tweek?” You asked, reaching up to play with the side of his chullo as you put your legs into his lap. The brunette took a deep breath to gain his composure, “He got a little anxious so he’s outside smoking with Bebe. Do you need something?”

“Nuh uh…I'm so good!” You said, inching closer to him.

“Uh huh…sure you are.” His eyes stayed forward despite your close proximity to his face.

“You’re so hot, you know that right?” You said.

He fully turned to you, face burning red, riddled with shock. He was about to respond, when all of a sudden a flash of an orange hoodie dropped down on the arm of the couch next to him.

“Craig Tucker, what’s up, dude?”

“Ugh, not this guy.” Your tone shifted and your lack of filter continued.

“I know…you’re mad at me, sweetheart…but I promise, you’re going to be madder at yourself in the morning.” he laughed and then looked at Craig, “Swap with me.”

Craig muttered something. You only caught, “Good luck” as he got up and reached into his pocket, taking out a box of cigarettes as he headed towards the back porch.

“Get away from me.”

“I'm not trying anything. I’m just trying to keep you safe, because you’re kinda getting messy. I’ve been there, done that…and I just don’t want you to end up trying to fuck Cartman too.”

“I wasn’t trying to fuck, Craig! You’re such a fucking idiot!”

“Babe, relax. I was talking about Marj…New Years Eve.” He leaned his head back on the back of the couch, looking over at you. You could tell that despite his ability to hold a consistent conversation, his eyes were bloodshot. He’d most likely been smoking.

“You okay?” he asked, his tone turning more serious and soft.

“I”m fine.” You took your phone out of your pocket and attempted to unlock it, or so you thought, until Kenny reached over and snatched the phone away, pressing some buttons before sliding it in his pocket.

“Hey, give that back!”

“Babygirl, you were about to summon the pigs. Randy would’ve shit his pants.” he chuckled, “Pretty sure that’s a dead giveaway that you’re not okay.”

“This is a weed farm, not like an actual farm. There’s no pigs.”

Kenny laughed rather loudly, “You are absolutely right, baby. That it is. Thanks to me.”

“Stop calling me that.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest, “And give me my fucking phone back!”

He shook his head, “Can’t do that…either of those things, actually.”

“Fine.” You stood up and walked off. It must’ve taken Kenny a moment to process, because you got a little bit of a head start before he caught up with you in a hallway, where you stumbled slightly and then ended up leaning against the wall. 

You were dizzy and your body felt both light and heavy all at once. You wrapped your arms around yourself, craving some kind of pressure. You started to slide down the wall when you felt someone’s hand on your arm, following you down until you were both on the floor with whoever it was’ arms wrapped around you giving you the physical touch you’d been desiring.

“I’ve got you. You’re fine.”

You groaned. Of course, it was Kenny. You wanted to pull away, but instead you flopped over onto him, laying your head on his shoulder. He gently trailed his fingers down your bare arm, your jacket long since missing in the chaos of the party. 

“You just sleepy or do you feel like you’re going to be sick or something?” he asked softly. You shook your head, “No. Where’s my fucking vape?”

Kenny chuckled lowly, “I don’t know, babe. Did you bring it in with you?”

You nodded, wrapping an arm around his middle, “My jacket.”

“You’re not wearing a jacket.”

“I am.”

“You definitely aren’t. You’re wearing a sparkly pink dress.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder, “See, no jacket.”

You let out a whimper of disgust before Kenny reached into his pocket and handed you a hunter green colored vape pen, “It’s not your peach mango whatever the fuck that shit you smoke is, but…”

“Ugh, it’s menthol. Just give it to me.”

“How’d you remember that?” 

You shrugged and took a long hit, holding it for a moment before exhaling. You handed the pen back to him and watched as several people walked by, barely missing stepping on you or tripping over your feet. Kenny took notice of this and started to stand, helping you up along the way.

“No, I wanna sit.” You slurred, shaking your head.

“Why don’t we go home…” He said, “My parents are out for the night doing fuck knows what and Karen’s at her friend’s. It’ll just be us and you can get some sleep.”

When you were back on your feet, you shook your head, “No…I'm not sleeping with you. Not again, not after all that shit.” 

“No, no, no…not like that. I wouldn’t do that. I meant like…actually sleep.” He corrected himself, putting an arm around your waist as he started subtly leading you towards the door.

“Stop…why are you holding me? You don’t even like me!” You were starting to get louder as you spoke and Kenny looked at you with concern. He tightened his grip on you as you walked down the steps and headed towards his truck, hoping you wouldn’t fall.

“I do like you! I wouldn’t be helping you if I didn’t.”

“No, like…like me, like me…you dont like me.”

“Y/N…”

“Just shut up, Kenny.” You opened his truck door and flopped yourself in, slamming the door haphazardly behind you. Kenny pinched the bridge of his nose before walking to the other side of the truck, getting in and starting the engine. He leaned over and buckled you in and then took off his hoodie, leaving him in a white wife beater. He folded it up and then nudged you gently.

“Sit up.”

You moved a little away from your position of leaning up against the window long enough for him to slide the hoodie under your head. However, as soon as he positioned it, you sat up and pulled it down. You unbuckled your seatbelt and threw the hoodie onto your body. 

You heard Kenny mutter some curse words as he stopped backing out of the spot he was parked in to reach over and buckle you back into the seat with a sigh. You were about halfway to Kenny’s house when you felt your chest tighten. At first, you thought you were going to throw up. You were about to reach over and get Kenny’s attention so that he could pull over when you realized what was truly building inside of you and you broke down in tears.

Your head went into your hands as you sobbed. “What the…” Kenny spoke under his breath, turning his attention from the road to you briefly, reaching over to put his hand on your back, rubbing small circles.

“Hey…no…shhh…what’s got you so upset, babygirl?” he asked.

“Stop it!” You sobbed, reaching behind you to swat his hand away, “Stop saying that. Stop touching me. You don’t love me, so stop it!”

Kenny was silent momentarily, “What’s gotten into you? Like, I know we haven’t seen each other since that day in your room…and that’s my fault. I should’ve like…reached out or something, but I thought you hated me and…I promise. I fucking promise…I didn’t mean for it to come out the way that it did.”

“How else could it come out?” You cried, “You basically admitted that you didn’t want to be in a relationship with me and only wanted to fuck me even though I wanted to be with you and then you told me that you hadn’t told anyone about us probably because you wanted to fuck every girl you could this summer before they all packed it up and went back to college. That’s fucking ridiculous, Kenny. I thought the whole ‘McWhoremick” thing was like…a joke or like…the way your friends shit on you, but Jesus Christ.”

“I hadn’t told anyone because I didn’t know what we were and like…I knew that I liked you, but I didn’t know what else to do about it because Marj had told me so many times that you could do better and like…especially after that fight in your room…I knew you could do better so I just…tried to let you find that better? I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

“You never know! That’s the problem! How do you not know? You either love me or you don’t!”

“I just…”

You scoffed, “I love you! I love you. Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

He was silent for ages, only saying something about how you were drunk a mere seconds after your confession. You didn’t know at what point you’d pulled into Kenny’s driveway, but as soon as you registered where you were, you got out of the car and tried to storm towards the door, but stumbled, falling to your knees on the pavement. The sting of the scrape only added to your tears. You reached up and wiped your eyes, your crying becoming quieter as you were lifted to your feet by the boy who pulled you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Let's get you inside. We’ll clean your knees up…and wash your makeup off…and get you some water…and you can lay down.”

And that’s exactly what he did for you. You walked in and almost immediately collapsed onto his bed. He took this opportunity to clean your scraped knees and then got you up into a sitting position and helped you change into his hoodie and a spare pair of his boxers. You were half-asleep by the time that he took a makeup wipe to your face and started wiping the messy makeup off of your features. 

Lastly, Kenny got you situated in his bed, pulling the covers up and kissing your forehead. “I’m right here on the floor if you need anything. Popcorn bowl is on the floor. Water bottle is right next to it. Please, wake me up if you need me. I’ll be fine.”

You nodded in agreement, but then spoke up, “Can you stay with me?”

“Huh?” he asked, looking up at you from where he was sitting on the floor.

“Please sleep with me…” You said, reaching out towards him.

He chuckled, “You sure?”

You nodded again and scooted over to make room for him. He slid into the bedsheets and carefully positioned himself next to you, allowing you to move over and lay with your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

The next few hours were littered with infrequent bouts of sleep mixed with burying your face into the popcorn bowl as your stomach purged itself of the alcohol that remained in your system, running to the bathroom on the few chances you felt you could make it, crying, and drinking water. The entire time, Kenny held you, held your hair back, and wiped your face with a cool washcloth. 

By the time you woke up the next day around 1PM, you were still exhausted, not feeling well, and fairly lost in regards to the events of last night. You just knew that you woke up with Kenny wrapped around you and you were in his hoodie and boxers and you prayed to whatever higher power may be out there that you hadn’t fucked him again.

You sat up and ran a hand through your hair, looking around until your eyes fell on your charging phone laying on the ground. You picked it up and saw two texts from Marjorine on top.

She’ll be okay.

Hehehe I knew it ;)

“What?” you whispered, unlocking your phone. You went straight to Marjorine’s text thread. Under your last response to her, a “kk!” from when she arrived at your house before the party, there was a longish thread of messages that clearly went between her and Kenny.

Where are you? I’ve been looking for you for an hour! Are you okay?

Hey, Marj. Thanks for giving me her passcode. My phone died right after I called you and I put her phone on the charger in my room. I can charge mine when she wakes up.

Is she okay? Omg.

Yeah, just going back between screaming, crying, and throwing up…literally. At least she started that once we’d already left or it would’ve been real bad. 

Bless her heart! What’d you say to get her so upset?

It wasn’t me! Damn. She just got upset…about us…and then screamed at me that she loved me.

And you said?

Nothing. She was drunk. 

Drunk words are sober thoughts. ;)

So, you think Cartman is sexy, huh?

Oh my goddddd stop. That isn’t true and this isn’t about me. What do you think of her?

I…might’ve realized I fucked up literally the night we had that fight…and I haven’t known what to do about it…so…I just…loved her in secret and accepted that she deserved better. I’m just worried she’s going to wake up and like…regret saying all of this and like trying to have this conversation with me again.

She’ll be okay.

Hehehe I knew it ;)

Your chest felt full and tight all at the same time and your eyes soon fell upon the sleeping blonde, who was still wrapped around you despite you sitting upright at this point. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair gently. A few passes through his blonde locks and he stirred, looking up at you.

“Morning, beautiful.” he spoke groggily, “You okay?”

You nodded, “Just tired…”

“Mm…come lay back down then. Let's go back to bed.”

It was your turn to smirk over at him, “You love me, huh?”

“What?”

You pulled up the texts again, showing him and then reading his own words to him verbatim, “So…I just…loved her in secret and accepted that she deserved better.”

“Hey, that’s a private conversation!” he laughed.

“On my phone…” You retorted.

“Yeah!”

“So, do you love me?” You moved back down to laying next to him, turned on your side, propped up on your elbow. He blushed, lips curving back up into his famous devious grin.

“Ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

“I think I've heard worse.”

With a giggle and a kiss to his lips, your relationship with Kenny transitioned just as the seasons outside had started to move from the bright colors of an otherwise dark summer for you to the warm, comforts of fall…all starting and ending in that beat-up pickup. 

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

[chachadelight]

𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒆 |

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 | 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 & 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: NSFW 18+ , No smut in this chapter, violence, blood, guns, knives, swearing. No use of Y/N

𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: Alrighty! Here it is, my new fic, which I should hopefully be sticking to. It definitely is aimed to be a long one with multiple parts. Forgive me, I am a slow slow writer as I get migraines often from looking at screens. But I am paSSIONATE about this so...I will stick to it. And please do not worry, filthy smut to come later. This is to just set the scene and the characters, so I hope you don’t think it’s too boring!

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Tangerine x Fem!Assassin!Reader

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 4.8k (I know)

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Tangerine doesn't love, he can't. He knows that. So why does she make him feel the way she does and why does it piss him off so much?

𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 & 𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕 ℝ𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

The air was frigid in Windsor, England. The night was clear and not a single cloud could be seen in the sky, stars clearly visible and shining and the moon full and gleaming, making itself known in the autumn weather. A peaceful night, only the sound of the orchestra and the mumblings of patrons could be heard outside the manor of the Lancaster family. A night unsuspecting, nothing could possibly go wrong.

“Why do you never read the fuckin’ brief mate?”

“I skimmed it, got all the important details”.

Tangerine pinched the bridge of his nose, brow creasing with frustration. The pair were perched outside their black Bentley, the hustle and murmuring leaking from the manor a few metres ahead. Tangerine soon pulled a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips, letting it hang there as he continued.

“His name is Damien Lancaster, heir to the Lancaster fortune”. He lit the cigarette with a flick of his silver light, letting it bounce between his lips for a moment before taking a hefty drag. “The Lancaster’s being the richest family ere’ in Windsor which of course you knew didn’t you Lemon?”

Lemon rolled his eyes at his brother’s comment, hands slipping into his pockets as he watched the patrons slowly file into the illuminated manor. Large and lavish and obnoxiously luxurious with all its hand sculpted ivory columns and beautifully carved mahogany doors that decorated every entrance.

“Anyway, little Damien’s dear uncle aint so happy about him inheriting all that money so you see, he’s hired us to take care of the problem”. Tangerine rested his cigarette between his fingers, his free hand in his pocket and his eyes trained on the upper level of the manor.

“Get rid of the nephew then the uncle gets all the money, got it”.

Tangerine raised his brow at that, shifting his gaze towards his brother. He simply stared in silence for a moment, taking another drag and letting the smoke glide past his lips. “Glad you finally got the memo Lemon, thank you for articulating the job so eloquently”. Tangerine sighed and took one last drag from his half-smoked cigarette, knowing that the pair couldn’t waste any more time. The last of the guests were filing in which meant it was the twins’ cue to take on their roles as distinguished guests at the Lancaster gala.

“Let’s go”. With that he flicked the bud to the ground, pressing his polished shoe against it to but the last of the cinders out. Lemon grabbed the lapels of his dress jacket, adjusting the way they sat against his chest as he followed closely behind his brother.

The main room was sprawling with wealthy high-society families, affluent politicians, and deep-pocketed social climbers. Chatting and laughing over tall glasses of over-priced wine and amber whisky. The sounds of heels clicking the marble granite floors and crystal glasses clinking against one another filled the enormous room as Lemon and Tangerine made their way into the middle. Dodging other people as they meandered through the wonderfully dressed patrons the twins found themselves at an opening at the bar, needing a position in the manor to be able to begin their survey.

Tangerine flagged down a bartender dressed in a bowtie, ordering a scotch on ice. He flicked out his wrists, adjusting the cufflinks on each arm. “Now, Damien will be hosting a gentlemen’s meeting upstairs at around 8pm after the first round of mingling. Just before that he should be preparing himself in his office. That’s when we’ll get the job done”. Lemon’s eyes were trained on the crowd in front of them as he himself ordered a drink.

“Sounds like a piece of piss”. Lemon looked down at his watch, a gruff noise passing his lips when he noticed the time. “What are we s’posed to do before then?” He leaned his elbow back against the bar.

“Always does, doesn’t it?” Tangerine grinned as he took a sip from the glass the bartender had slid towards him. “What do ya’ think Lemon?” He grinned, smacking his brother on the shoulder and taking a step further into the crowd. “Mingle”.

Lemon deadpanned his twin, followed shortly by an eye roll. He took his drink and followed his brother’s lead, stopping for a moment to lean into Tangerine’s ear. “I’ll check out the security, you hang here and see if there’s anyone we should look out for yeah? Meet you back here at 7:30 then?”

Tangerine’s gaze had fixated on a group of conversing women dressed in exuberantly designed gowns, a small smile growing on his lips. “Yeah, 7:30”. Lemon’s brow creased for a moment in confusion to his partner’s lack of concentration before following his line of sight. He nudged Tangerine in the side, prompting the other male to let out a grunt. “Oi!”

“7:30”

Tangerine rubbed at his side, frowning at his brother. “Yeah yeah 7:30, bloody hell”

With that, Lemon disappeared into the crowd, leaving Tangerine alone. He moved his attention back onto the women from before, quickly adjusting the lapels of his jacket and smoothing his moustache down with his index finger and thumb. Tangerine sauntered towards the group, smile and charm dialled to an 11.

“Good evening, ladies”. The women all turned their heads in unison, confused expressions quickly turning into giddy smiles as soon as they set their gazes on Tangerine and his towering stance.

The woman with blonde hair, dressed in an obnoxious gold dress spoke up first, her voice high pitched and dripping with pride. “Well, well…to what do we owe the pleasure Mr…?” She reached a single manicured hand, the rest of the women’s gazes fixated on Tangerine as he politely took the offer and shook gently.

“Jeffrey Baldwin”. He flashed the brightest grin he could muster as he provided his faux name, the blonde woman hiding back her own grin as she took back her hand, pink lips wrapping around the edge of her wine glass. “And you are…?

She chuckled again, looking between her gaggle of friends before rolling her shoulders back and puffing out her chest. “Evangeline Astor, my father is Baron Astor, founder, and CEO of Astor Enterprises? I am surprised you don’t know who he is, he owns half of…well everything”. Evangeline let out another laugh that this time came out as more of a cackle that had Tangerine testing his ability to hide his expression.

“Ah, of course I know who he is Miss Astor. I knew he had a beautiful daughter; I’m not surprised it’s you”. Tangerine slipped a hand into his pocket, sending a wink her way as to diffuse to tension.

It seemed to work because she smiled shyly, her eyes looking him up and down, practically undressing him with her gaze. Something Tangering did not mind, and frankly he was happy about. He was about to speak again when he was interrupted…

“Jeffrey Baldwin?” It was another female’s voice, yet it was deeper, sultrier. Nowhere near as headache inducing at Evangeline’s. Tangerine and the women all flicked their attention to the culprit. A taller woman, her body wrapped in a smooth black gown that hit the ground and hugged her figure in all the right places.

Tangerine raised a brow, first wondering where on Earth she had come from. Was she there the whole time? “Sorry?”

She smiled, red painted lips pulling back wide. “You said your name is Jeffrey Baldwin correct?” Her dress was corseted at the top, pulling in her waist, and holding her chest high and proud. The diamond necklace that sat between her breasts did nothing to help Tangerine focus his attention.

Tangerine peered around, the group of women now silent and plain faced as they all awaited his answer to this mystery woman. “Yes, is there a problem?” He fixated his gaze back on her and she simply held her smirk, even taking a step forward. She brought her champagne class to her lips and paused, tilting her head to the side.

“Mm, I’ve never heard of him. Have you ladies?” She held her gaze on his, piercing him with an intense gaze he couldn’t quite describe. Who is she?

The group of women all murmured amongst themselves, soon followed by the shaking of their heads and quick shrugs when none of them could place the name. Tangerine returned the gaze to the woman in front of him, a small frown playing at his expression and his moustache twitching with annoyance. “I’m not from around here”.

“Clearly”. Her grin never seemed to fade from her features, black painted nails tapping at the glass of her drink.

Tangerine’s eye had begun to twitch the way it did whenever his temper was played with. Who the fuck is this woman? Did she know who he is? Whoever she was, she was beginning to fuck with his cover and this job.

“How about I buy you a drink aye? Then you can get to know me, won’t be strangers anymore”. Tangerine broke the tension in his face, quickly covering it with a false grin to ease some of the growing tension.

Her smile had dropped at this point, but her gaze never left his. “Sounds wonderful”. She peered at the group and her smile appeared briefly. “Ladies”, and then it was gone once more.

Tangerine made sure to lead her to the far corner of the bar that was attached to the far side of the wall, somewhat hidden by the large velvet curtain of the floor to ceiling window. He was using every muscle in his body to not explode in the middle of this gala, his buttons were already pushed at this point. Who was this woman? That’s all he could think of. However, maybe she really was just another patron of this party. He couldn’t just lose control and blow his cover on the suspicion that she was someone he needed to worry about, someone like him.

“A negroni please”.

“What’s that now?” He was broken from his train of thought, quickly turning around to find the object of his ire standing there with a brow raised.

“The drink you offered to buy me? I will take a negroni”.

Tangerine pursed his lips, taken aback by her straightforward attitude. He didn’t linger on it for too long before he ordered her drink and one for himself, flipping the bartender his card between two fingers. The pair gazed at each other in silence, both studying one another, eyes taking in every last detail. Who was going to break the silence this time?

“So…” Her turn. “Mr Baldwin… here on business or pleasure?” She took her drink, twirling the peach liquid with the straw and taking a sip. Tangerine noted the way her red lips wrapped around the straw for a moment before speaking.

He took a moment to give her another look up and down, admiring the shape of her hips and the length of her legs. “Both”. He grinned, casually leaning against the bar as he too took a sip from his own drink.

She let out a little noise and Tangerine couldn’t tell if she believed him or not. Or if she was just unimpressed by him. Which in fact, would be a first for him. In general, she was hard to read, everything about her screamed red flag however she had yet to do anything to warrant extreme concern for Lemon and Tangerine.

“Do you do this for every woman you meet at fancy galas?” She took a couple steps forward until their bodies were a few centimetres apart. She pulled her drink back up to her lips and peered from beneath her lashes, looking ten times more unsuspecting than she did only five minutes prior. Tangerine’s brows were instantly raised, not expecting the sudden proximity but definitely not opposed to it either. He chuckled and tilted his head at her, taking in the scent of her vanilla and smoke perfume.

“Definitely not”. Suddenly every worry Tangerine had about her had floated away, a mere memory at the basement of his mind. He was entranced by this woman’s gaze, watching carefully as she placed her empty drink down yet remained as close as she was. Another small noise passed her lips as she let on a small smile, long fingers climbing up his chest to gently toy with the end of his tie. She leaned in closer now and as if on instinct Tangerine keened forward, giving her access to his ear.

“It’s funny how quickly you trusted me with a few bats of my pretty lil’ lashes”. Her posh accent was suddenly gone and replaced with one that sounded a lot more like his. Tangerine had barely any time to react to her before he was suddenly being rammed into the wall behind the curtain, a groan leaving his lips as the air was stolen from him.

“Who the fu-!”

Before Tangerine could get a sentence out, he felt the familiar cold press of knife against the base of his throat. He quickly shut his mouth at that as he leaned his head against the pillar behind his head.

“I think the question is who the fuck are you? Jeff-rey Bald-win”. She accentuated each syllable of his fake name, her face twisted in what look like disgust. She definitely knew he wasn’t who he said he was. “Stupid fuckin’ name”.

Tangerine growled, attempting to push against her until she pressed the edge of the knife harder against the skin of his throat to which he retreated, hissing his next words through gritted teeth. “Your friends seemed to like it”.

She scoffed, pressing the knife in even further, causing Tangerine to begin sweating nervously. That was obviously not the answer she wanted to hear. “Alright alright…! I’m ere’ on a job”. He hesitated to tell her exactly what for. What if Damien knew about the attempt on his life and hired someone to take out whoever that was?

“I’m gonna’ need a little more than that”. She hissed in displeasure again, her fingers turning ivory against the handle of her knife. “Who sent you?”

“Afraid I can’t disclose that love”.

She sneered at the pet name, her red lips curling with disgust. “Give me one fuckin’ reason I shouldn’t slit your throat right here?”

“For one, we’re in the middle of party sweetheart”.

She paused at that, and her eyes darted to the side, noting that they were in fact way too in the open and killing Tangerine here would be way too risky, blowing her own cover and ruining the job. She looked back at Tangerine for a moment, eyes blown wide before she groaned and lowered the knife from his throat, however keeping it strategically aimed at his stomach. “At least tell me what you’re here for”.

Tangerine hummed to himself in thought, noting carefully where she had her knife aimed now. If he tried to make a move on her like this, he would for sure be getting a gut full of blade. Perhaps they had different motives. But if they didn’t, this would complicate things ever further. Where was Lemon when you needed him?

“I’m here for Damien Lancaster…someone wants him gone”.

Suddenly she grinned and that wicked look in her eye returned. Tangerine frowned, unsure what to feel by her reaction.

“Looks like little Damien has a target on his back…”

“Aye?”

“I’m here on behalf of Baron Astor…” The tension in Tangerine’s shoulders dropped slightly. “The Lancaster’s currently own the other half of Windsor and well…Mr Astor isn’t so thrilled”.

“Well then I guess we don’t have anything to stress about, so if you could just move this…” Tangerine reached for her knife, placing his fingers over her own before she suddenly lunged forward, the knife pressing uncomfortably into his side. He hissed; eyes blown wide as he watched her.

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head at his words. “I’m afraid I need Damien Lancaster alive. He has all the access to the Lancaster data base. I need access so Mr Astor can do his little dirty work and run Lancaster name through the mud, then poof! Suddenly everyone wants to work for Astor Enterprises and the Lancaster’s are ruined”. Her smile was wicked, amused, she clearly enjoyed her job.

“Now I’m sure we can work something out”. Lemon would be looking for him by now, surely it was reaching 7:30.

“Mm, I don’t think so. A shame really, you are so handsome”.

“Thanks love, a shame for you though”.

“Why?”

“You’re beautiful”.

“And?”

“And I’m about to fuck you up”. Lemon appeared behind her, firm hand against her shoulder that had her immediately reacting by spinning herself around and swatting Lemon’s arm away from her. Using the opening she swung forward and landed a punch against his stomach, sending the larger male keening forward with a guttural groan. She used the opportunity to slip past the pair, quickly disappearing into the crowd before either of them could react.  

“Fuck me! Took your fucking time didn’t ya Lemon?”

“Fuck you! I had no idea where you were. Who the fuck is that anyway?!” Lemon clutched his stomach as the pair already started making their way through the crowd.

“I don’t fucking know! She’s here on another job, said she needs Damien alive and was bout’ to fucking stab me”.

“Shit…it’s almost 8pm, we’re way off schedule”. Lemon groaned as they now found their way past the main part of the foyer and into the silence of one of the many halls of this damn manor.

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The two brothers found themselves hiding on either side of a large open archway. It was a rather inconvenient predicament to be in as they were way too out in the open. There were four suited guards patrolling the empty hallway and there was no doubt that there would be plenty more to come if a single gun went off.

Tangerine locked eyes with Lemon, a stern look on his face as he pulled his pistol out and slowly twisted a silencer barrel onto the end of it. He was going to try his best not to use it at all, but precautions were put in place nonetheless. Lemon looked equally as concerned about their position, not to mention that there was now another assassin on the job. God knows where she was at this point. But that wasn’t the main focus. The pair needed to get past these 4 brutes in order to get to Damien Lancaster’s office.

Tangerine made the first move by carefully timing the moment guard 1 and 2 had their back turned around the first corner, Lemon following suit as the other 2 made their way to the other side of the hall, moving to the balcony that overlooked the main foyer. Tangerine swiftly rounded the corner, silently easing his way up to the first guard before wrapping his arm around his neck and promptly applying heavy pressure to his throat. The man only struggled for a moment before he eventually fell limp to the ground. Tangerine made sure to drag his body away from the main hall, letting him slump in a nearby alcove in the wall.

Guard number two put up slightly more of a fight, having noticed Tangerine’s shadow before he could attack. With a little more of a struggle, Tangerine was still able to throw in a single punch before whacking the guard with the butt of his pistol, quickly subduing the man.

“Fuckin’ ell’… arsehole”. Tangerine let a puff of air through his nose, tucking in his pistol and smoothing his curls back down as they had come slightly loose from the struggle. As if on cue, Lemon came back around the corner. Tangerine frowned as his brother came to his side, noticing a small splatter of blood on the front of Lemon’s white shirt.

“Bloody ell’ Lemon, what’d you do?”

“Eh?” Lemon peered down at his chest, clearly unaware of the mess he’s made. “Ah! Yeah no worries bruv, old mate pulled a knife on me so I sent it back to im’”.

Tangerine sighed, adjusting his cufflinks. “Right well. You hang out here, keep an eye out. Lancaster’s office is just down this hall on the left”. He signalled downwards with his fingers, Lemon nodding along to his words.

“You be quick yeah? I got a bad feelin’ bout this”.

“What are you on about Lemon?”

“Well I just know if it were Thomas-“

“Don’t”. Tangerine raised a palm to his brother, closing his eyes with a frown. “Fucking don’t bring Thomas the Tank Engine into this”.

Lemon raised his hands in defence to his brother’s distaste. “Alright…just hurry up”.

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Tangerine had made it the large mahogany doors leading to Damien Lancaster’s office. He adjusted his tie before reaching for his pistol and taking it out once again. “Right Mr Lancaster let’s have a chat”.

The familiar press of a barrel of a gun suddenly pushed against the back of his head, paralysing Tangerine in his spot. He didn’t dare move, not surprised by the voice that followed. “How about we have a chat first?”

“Ah darlin’, you found me”.

“Mm, and now I’m really gonna’ end it. Now your little friend isn’t here”.

“Not so little I’d say”.

“Shut up”.

Tangerine made his move by quickly manoeuvring his arm to whack her hand to the side, sending the pistol flying. Reaching forward he gripped her wrist and sent her back against the adjacent wall. She didn’t take kindly to this when her back was met with a loud thud, causing her to grunt from the. She hissed with annoyance before kicking Tangerine square in the gut, sending him hurling backwards. Stumbling only for a moment before he managed to find his footing. However, she didn’t hesitate when she pulled her knife out once again, swiping once, twice in Tangerine’s direction. She was quick, skilled, but so was Tangerine, narrowly dodging her attacks before grabbing at her wrist again. They struggled against one another as she attempted to yank her arm free by pulling him closer to herself. Face to face she sneered at him, and Tangerine’s nostrils flared in response.

“Give it up sweetheart”. He said in a strained voice, veins on the side of his neck protruding as he pressed against her. He was stronger than her and he knew she knew. He just wondered when she’d make her first move.

“I guess you’re used to girls doing whatever you ask aren’t you?” Her voice was equally as strained, but the smirk that stretched across her lips suggested she was enjoying this.

“I don’t mind a little brat every now and then”. That smirk, those eyes. That devilish glare that sent a warm wave through him, nestling at the very core of his stomach. Was he really getting turned on by a woman trying to murder him? Yes. Yes he was. And the smile that grew on his own face proved so.

She suddenly roared out, lashing out every ounce of energy she had left to push against Tangerine. Using her momentum, she swung herself around in a circle, her leg coming up at the end and her foot connecting with Tangerine’s face with a disgusting ‘thud’.

Tangerine collided with the floor, groaning, and gripping at the side of his jaw. “You fuckin’ bitch”.

“Sorry handsome, I really tried to avoid the face”.

“That’s a fuckin’ lie love and we both know it”. He rubbed his jaw, propping himself up on his elbow. That’s when he realised in the struggle, she had dropped her knife and it was now only an arm’s reach away from him. She seemed to notice this too when her eyes widened. They both hurled for the blade, and she ended up missing it by an inch as Tangerine curled his fist around it and swung up blindly, having no time to aim.

He heard her exclaim and when he finally stood from the floor he saw her gripping at her arm, crimson liquid streaming from between her slender fingers. She stared at her arm for a moment, frowning when she lifted her fingers to witness a hefty cut with a steady stream of blood flowing from it.

“You just fuckin cut me! Bastard!”

“Why are you surprised by that!?”

“You--!” A loud bang and she was sent hurtling back as a splash of red sprayed from her left shoulder.

Tangerine cursed before turning around to see who the culprit was, hoping it was Lemon. The burning came on quick, followed by warm sensation of his blood beginning to pool at his thigh. “Fuckin’ bellend!” Tangerine aimed his pistol up and in a quick blur he managed to send a bullet right through the guard’s skull, his body thumping to the floor,

“Where the fuck did he come from?” He groaned out, his face contorting from the pain beginning to shoot up his leg as he limped his way back to the door. She had her back pressed up against the door now ripping at the end of her dress to make a makeshift bandage for her arm and now her shoulder.

“This was one of my favourite dresses too…fuck!”

As Tangerine sunk to the floor beside her, the pair both groaned in unison, heads pressed against the door. “Well this went tits up aye love?”

“Thanks to you Mr Bald-WIN”.

“Aye this is as much your fault as is mine!”

“Shut up”.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, hissing as she applied pressure to the wound in her shoulder, blood steadily trickling down her arm.

“Listen…” He trailed on. “You only need him alive for access, right?”

She frowned but didn’t speak, her tired gaze settling on Tangerine as he spoke.

“How about you get your access and do whatever you need to do and I kill the bastard and we can all go on our merry little way?” Tangerine peered at his new mystery woman with a hopeful look even though he himself wasn’t too convinced of his new plan. Lemon for sure wouldn’t like it.

She didn’t speak for a moment longer, weighing her options, which weren’t exactly plentiful as the pair bled out on the lovely velvet carpet. That was going to be a bitch to get out later.

Look at Tangerine with hazed eyes she simply leaned forward until their foreheads touched, her warm breath fanning over his face as she spoke. “Do not fuck me over”.

Tangerine grinned and shook his head, his eyes boring into her own. “Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart”. The way she looked at him was something else. Tangerine couldn’t help the grin on his face. This woman was something else, trouble for sure. But something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

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“Lemon just get in the fucking car don’t ask questions. Take us to the Hollyvale Hotel”.

“Since when do we take on new partners in the middle of the job!?” Lemon exclaimed with annoyance as he helped his brother into the car, making sure to stay clear of his wounded leg.

“Hi handsome”. She grinned and winked at Lemon as she slipped into the car with grace and ease. Lemon paused for a moment, letting the compliment go straight to his head as he sat in the driver’s seat and started the car. “Alright maybe she isn’t so bad…”

“Just drive”. Tangerine groaned as he pressed his palm into his thigh. Lemon clicked his teeth and did just that. Drive. He sped off, sending loud screeches through the winter night air.

Lemon peered down at his writhing brother with concern knitted between wrinkled brows. “Fuck Tangerine…you alright mate?” He looked back up at the road, taking a hard swerve to the right.

“I’m fine…bullet went through”.

“I told you Thomas was right”.

“Oh shut the fuck up!”

“Thomas is always right”. Her voice sounded from the back, prompting the brothers to look at her through the rear-view mirror in unison. Lemon’s expression surprised whereas Tangerine was all frowns.

“That he is! Ah…?” Lemon trailed off, rounding another corner.

“Call me Damsel”.

Tangerine scoffed at that. “Damsel my ass”.

“It’s ironic”.

“Figures”.

“Fuck you fruit boy”.

“I know you wish you could sweetheart”.

“Should’ve stabbed you when I had the chance”.

“You did have the chance. You lost”.

She rolled her eyes at that, deciding against argument. Tangerine noticed this and smiled proudly as his small win. It was almost sad that she didn’t continue the argument. He liked seeing her mad. He had just met her, tried to kill her, and he was already noting the things he liked about her.

The car then pulled into a new street, the overhead luminescence of “Hollyvale Hotel” fading as they drove into the underground parking.

“Here”.

[wolfpants]

obedience (drarry, 1261 words)

Carrying on from my previous post, here's another 2k-or-less-Drarry-smutlet from my recent Kinkuary. Rated: E/nsfw Tags: D/s, Dom Draco/sub Harry, cock rings, humiliation, blow jobs, facials, possessive Draco, pet names, Ministry of Magic, parties, Healer Harry, Lawyer Draco In their relationship, Harry always does as he's told. ao3 link here, or keep reading

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The Ministry cafeteria is abuzz with activity. 

“I want you to wear this for me.” 

From his pocket, Draco produces a thin, coiled strap of handsome brown leather. 

He sets it on the table between his court documents and Harry’s lanyard from Mungo’s.

“Tonight,” he says as Harry quickly covers the strap with the palm of his hand, dragging it off the table to inspect it out of sight. It has a small brass buckle no larger than the tip of his thumb. It’s subtle, simplistic, fairly easy to hide, with the right fall of fabric.

“Underneath your dress robes,” Draco says.

“And this goes…”

Harry trails off and slips his finger under the buckle. 

“Yes,” says Draco. “Put it on five minutes before you’re due onstage. No sooner. Okay?”

Harry’s cheeks bloom with heat. He fiddles with the frames of his glasses, adjusting them against the bridge of his nose, suddenly a bit slippy with sweat.

“Yes, okay,” he says softly, folding his fingers over the leather in his hand to conceal it completely.

Draco picks up his tea—black, with a slice of lemon—and sips it slowly. Beneath the table, he taps Harry’s shin with the toe of his smart black brogue.

“Good boy,” he says appraisingly.

-

Harry finds Draco at the bar.

“Well?” Draco asks. 

He’s leaning casually against the bartop on one elbow, flute held loosely between dangling fingers adorned with delicate silver rings. His hair’s down for a change, the ends brushing his shoulders; the perfect picture of cool elegance.

“I’m wearing it,” Harry says, just loud enough for Draco to hear. “I put it on in the gent’s.” He turns his back against the bar and points his eyes straight ahead. The room is full of the most important people in British Wixen society, each of them getting drunker and drunker as the hours drag on. The hospital’s donations hang in the balance of what Harry does onstage in the next five minutes.

“Are you nervous?” Draco asks with a twist of a smirk.

Harry laughs roughly, accepting the glass of champagne Draco presses into his hand. He takes a sip.

“About what, exactly?”

Draco’s hand lingers and he slips his ring finger subtly beneath the hem of Harry’s jacket to touch the buttons of his dress shirt. He sidles closer, his mouth inches from Harry’s ear, his breath hot.

“Your speech?”

Harry suppresses a shudder and peers into his glass, bubbles melting against his tongue, sweet and sharp and strong.

“That’s old hat now,” he says. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, then.” Draco slips his finger through a gap between Harry’s buttons, gently scraping the edge of his short, neatly manicured nail against Harry’s stomach. Heat immediately floods to Harry’s prick and he bites the inside of his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. 

“Are you nervous about being hard in front of all these people?” Draco asks him hotly. “And not being able to do anything about it?”

Harry swallows. “No."

Draco hums. “You’re so good for me.” He drops his hand from Harry’s chest. “You’ll meet me outside after. Immediately.”

“Yes.”

A soft whisper, “Do you belong to me, Harry?”

A returning breath, “Yes.”

Harry spares Draco a quick glance. His grey eyes are alight, his cheeks rose-pink. 

Draco presses a single, gentle kiss to the corner of Harry’s lips. “Break a leg, darling.”

-

When Harry stumbles out of the theatre and onto the quiet cobbled street, he’s gasping for air, gulping great big lungfuls of the stuff.

It’s freezing.

Draco is waiting for him on the corner, fingering the face of his antique pocket watch that he slips into the pocket of his heavy winter coat when Harry approaches.

“How long’s it been?” Harry asks, sweat prickling his temples, his skin suddenly taking on a chill. He shivers, and Draco lifts the edge of his cloak, pulling Harry into it.

Harry groans, dropping his forehead against Draco’s collar, his cock hard and leaking and so fucking sensitive where it presses to Draco’s hip.

“Fifteen minutes, sweetheart,” Draco says softly. “Come on.”

And with a ripple of magic and a tug of gravity, they’re gone.

-

The old grandfather clock tick-tocks to the rhythm of Harry’s heart, currently roaring in his ears as Draco undresses him.

Draco slides each article of clothing off with care, his touches slow and caressing as he slips off Harry’s shoes one by one, his socks, his robes, shirt, belt, trousers.

His pants come off next, and Draco gets on his knees on the expensive rug to do it, both of them standing in the heart of their bedroom and surrounded by what must be two dozen candles Draco had set alight with magic as soon as they made it upstairs.

Draco is careful. He pulls Harry’s underwear off slowly, stretching the waistband so it doesn’t rub against the sensitive head of Harry’s cock.

The leather strap is buckled tight, wrapped around the shaft of Harry’s prick, tucked under his balls. 

Draco hums appreciatively, slipping the tip of his finger up and down the length of Harry’s cock, his skin tight and hot.

“Where would you like to put it, darling?” Draco slides his hands over Harry’s bare thighs, cupping his arse and slowly pulling his cheeks apart to pet at his dry hole. “Would you like me to ride it? Swallow it?”

Harry’s eyelids flutter, and he touches the top of Draco’s head, dizzy with want.

“Mouth,” he says roughly.

Draco’s fingers dig harder against Harry’s buttocks. “Hm?”

“Please,” Harry says.

“That’s a good boy,” Draco says, slurring the words, sticking out his tongue and lapping upwards from the leather-strapped base of Harry’s cock to the tip, sucking him back down into the wet bliss of his mouth.

Harry whimpers. "Please." He chokes on a moan as Draco wriggles the tip of his index finger inside him. He’s sweating, shaking, his vision going blurry. He puts a hand on top of Draco’s head for balance. “Please, Draco—I feel… I feel faint… please…”

Draco cups his fingers beneath Harry’s balls, now throbbing in pain, in pleasure, and he slowly unbuckles the strap of leather to set Harry free, all while pressing the flat of his tongue to the underside of Harry’s prick.

Harry’s orgasm is explosive. He shudders, falling forward, shooting hard and hot from the tip of his dick in thick spurts that splash onto Draco’s tongue, his lips, his cheek.

Draco laughs, a low sound, and nuzzles his face in against Harry’s hip, sucking a mark into his skin. 

He drops the strap to the floor, hugging his arms protectively around Harry’s waist as Harry slumps forward, boneless.

“Let’s take care of me now, hm?” Draco asks.

Harry nods his obedience.

-

Later, in bed, sweating and thoroughly shagged out, Harry rolls close to Draco and fits himself in against his narrow chest.

He used to hate this. 

Not Draco with his arms around him—never that. But his own… neediness. His deep desire for approval, for affection and attention.

That is, until he discovered Draco’s deep desire to offer it.

Draco laces their fingers together.

“You were so good tonight,” he says quietly, kissing the top of Harry’s head. “Everyone loved you.”

“Do you love me?” Harry asks him, a whisper.

Draco’s eyes darken and he tightens his arm around Harry’s shoulders, pulling him closer still. He presses a soft kiss to Harry’s lips, hands sliding possessively over Harry’s back. “More than anyone ever could, my darling,” he says, and Harry believes him.

[acradelius]

hear me out but 2 reapers (shiver and hellfire) x male reader smut. i think there could be something cool that goes on with the tempature difference of the 2 of readers body :D

"The Heat Or The Cold?~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Hellfire!Reaper x M!Reader x Shiver!Reaper

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MxMxM Relationship, Implied Hookups In The Beginning Of The Relationship, Implied Jealously, Implied Cucking, Temperature Play/Experimenting, Double Penetration, Edging, Biting, Orgasms

Word Count: 863 Words

Author's Note: oh my, someone get me a towel

He doesn’t recall doing anything that could’ve possibly summoned them by any chance. All that (Y/N) could recall was that he had stumbled upon them by something similar to fate, if he believed in it at all. All he knew was that Shiver would keep him company within the seasons of Spring and Summer, and that Hellfire would keep him company within the seasons of Fall and Winter. After some time (Y/N) had become intimate with them both but hadn’t necessarily felt the need to mention to one about the other, but when he finally did, oh my. It was after that moment that it seemed as if an old feud between the two individuals was reignited (which was the truth, if they were to be completely honest), and then any intimate moments that (Y/N) had with either of the Reapers was a contest to see which one of them could make him feel better. “He doesn’t make you feel like this, does he?~ He can’t give you this pleasure like I fucking can~” 

Whenever they’re both wanting to be intimate with (Y/N) the next time, he proceeds to bring up the idea of having both of them show up, allowing them to do whatever they please if that’s what it took for them to get over their little feud. “Let’s see what your pathetic cold ass can do,” Hellfire taunts, knowing that he’s more likely to cause more pleasure as the cold seems to distract people from sexual pleasure, but Shiver merely chuckles. He begins with slowly trailing those frigid claws from (Y/N)’s chin down to their chest, chuckling as watches (Y/N) begin to tremble underneath his touch. It doesn’t take much time before Shiver directs his attention to (Y/N)’s nipples, which were becoming erect against the chilled touch, one nipple being stimulated by his fingers while the other one was being given attention from Shiver’s tongue, making sure to make it noticeable of the drool that he was getting all over (Y/N), chuckling once again at Hellfire’s grunt of annoyance. 

It’s after some time that Hellfire’s sitting there merely watching his competitor causing (Y/N) to be pleasured, more like this bastard had planned to cuck Hellfire, that he had finally decided to join. While he’s able to control the temperature of his body, Hellfire decides that he’s going to kick things up a notch by having the temperature up some more than what he normally does, beginning by trailing his sultry claws against the soles of (Y/N)’s feet, chuckling at the moans that slipped past (Y/N)’s lips. “Aren’t much of the pleaser, are ya’ Shiver?~” Hellfire proceeds with trailing his claws from (Y/N)’s feet up to his thighs but decides to go ahead and start groping (Y/N)’s balls, biting his lip while watching (Y/N)’s hips jolt up. He wants to make sure that (Y/N) knows that it’s him, that it’s HELLFIRE, that’s making him feel the most pleasure, and not that pansy Shiver. 

It’s been difficult to keep track of how long it has been, how many ruined orgasms or edging moments that (Y/N) has been through since the two Reapers have put his body through various amounts of feelings. His mind and body feeling conflicted as to which one makes him feel better, the heat stimulating certain parts of his body all while the cold would end up decimating that feeling of being close to an orgasm all for the process to begin once again. “F-Feels..” (Y/N) can barely manage to get the words out of his mouth, a smile on his face as both of his lovers surround him, muttering praises to him as they proceed to completely undress themselves. “F-Feels.. so good~” (Y/N) whines as he continues to watch the two others undress, reaching out to touch them only to be denied. “You see, we have something else that we would like to try~ All together, if you don’t mind~” Shiver comments, smearing (Y/N) cum further along his body. 

It was becoming quite difficult to decipher whose cock was causing what pleasure to (Y/N), which cock was reaching those in-depth places that just made (Y/N) shudder from the pleasure. The way that he was only momentarily able to distinguish the heat from the cold, and vice versa. How (Y/N)’s cock twitched from the cold emitting from Shiver as he slowly, teasingly stroked his cock, then trailed down to massage and caress his balls. Or how there was the constant stinging, burning sensations on each shoulder where Hellfire had bitten down harshly enough to leave teeth imprints and to draw blood. It was eventually all becoming too much for poor, overstimulated (Y/N), who in the heat of the moment found himself trembling against the two Reapers as he was involuntarily cumming once again. “Don’t worry~” Shiver insisted, chuckling as he watched the two below him. “We’re far from over with you yet~” Hellfire finished the statement, leaning forward to bite at (Y/N)’s shoulders once again.

[azurelyy]

Can you write about what a beach day with Naruto would be like? Make him get really flustered over y/n and then maybe they get steamy in the shower together? Cute summertime smut

*Takes a deep breath*

It is done! I am so, so sorry this took me so long, hun. I really hope you like the end result!

This is my first lemon - please be kind to me! If you enjoy this, be sure to scream at me in the comments, as always. 🖤 Constructive criticism is welcome, just be kind!

Title: Dirty Little Secrets 🍋

Pairing: Naruto x f!reader (Mentions SasuSaku & ShikaIno)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: NSFW, oral (female receiving), shower sex, unprotected sex, smut, teasing, really sexy Naruto

You examined your body in the dirty, floor-length mirror. The bathing suit was cute, the neutral black color emphasizing your curves without drawing attention away from your skin, but the fluorescent lights of the public bathroom were starting to make you nervous, emphasizing each insecurity of your body with extreme vigor.

“I-I don’t know about this, Ino,” You said, “I look…”

“Sexy better be the only thing that comes out of your mouth!” Ino exclaimed, exiting the stall in her tiny, amethyst bikini. It had lovely silver hoops that gripped on either side of her hips, the bikini top leaving nothing to the imagination as her perfectly endowed breasts swayed slightly as she walked over to you. It didn’t help your nerves.

“Silly. Can I please have my cover-up back?” You pouted, shielding yourself with your arms.

“Absolutely not!” Ino scoffed. “You look hot! The boys will be falling to their knees for you.” She gave a quick chirp of a laugh and hooked her arm around yours.

“Maybe with you next to me,” You huffed. She laughed again and pulled you alongside her, opening the bathroom door. The sun shone brightly into your eyes, whiting out your vision momentarily. You squinted and brought your hand up to cover your eyes as you heard a very familiar voice shouting your name. Oh god. You immediately tried to hide behind Ino, but she pushed you forward and you fell face first into his bare chest.

“Whoa, hey!” He gripped your shoulders, keeping you steady on him. “Wow, that’s really-”

“Naruto, please,” You begged.

He embraced you, his hot breath tickling your neck as he whispered his scandalous secret. “You look so sexy, baby, but I just wanna rip this off you.” 

He kissed your neck tenderly and you felt like your heart had just been slammed into with a battering ram. His lips were burning along your neck, trailing his way towards your mouth, where he kissed you passionately. 

“Okay, guys. Public beach. Family beach.” Ino chastised and you pulled away quickly, feeling your cheeks burn from shame. Naruto just laughed and kissed the top of your head before grabbing your hand.

“We set up a sweet spot over here!” He said as he guided you and Ino across the beach. The sand was warm against your toes, squeezing its way over your flip-flops as you followed him. The sky was as blue as your boyfriends’ eyes; cloudless and as endless as the sparkling ocean ahead of you. 

Naruto brought you to a spot near the end of the beach with two, large umbrellas poking out of the sand. Sasuke and Sakura were a few feet away, building a lopsided sand-castle, and Shikamaru was sun-bathing beneath one of the umbrellas, his arms crossed behind his head lazily. 

Sakura took notice of the three of you first, waving enthusiastically. Her pink hair was pulled back into two, short pigtails and her red one-piece bathing suit was adorably modest while still emphasizing the curves of her small frame. Sasuke pulled his eyes away from her for a moment to nod at you before quickly turning back to his sand project, his black swim trunks swaying lightly in the breeze. Shikamaru didn’t seem to notice the three of you returning. 

Ino cleared her throat as she stood over the lazy man, but he stayed still as a rock. She gently nudged him with her foot; still nothing. Finally, she rolled him over to his side and he groaned lightly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Hey, what gives?” His voice sounded far away.

“Shi!” Ino yelled, “You were asleep? Seriously, I’m gone for ten minutes and-”

“Wow,” He cut her off, “You look good. Is that new?” That shut her up.

Ino blushed and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder seductively. “I’m surprised you noticed,” Her voice was dripping with a taunting tone, making Shikamaru’s chocolate gaze widen at her. 

He smirked and pulled her onto him, her face plopping onto his chiseled chest as he closed his eyes again. You thought Ino would smack him, but she smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the sunshine on her skin. 

Naruto dragged you down onto the towel next to the couple and kissed your cheek. You examined his golden-tanned chest glistening from salt water and the way his eyes twinkled in the afternoon light; it made you want to rip off his blue swim trunks right then and there. You leaned closer into him and allowed him to embrace you from behind, his skin warm from the sun’s kisses, and he started nipping your neck. You let your face fall into his honey hair, a pleasant scent of salt and ginger overwhelming you and transporting you to another world. You felt your body slowly float away like driftwood, and suddenly you were surrounded only by Naruto and the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

He trailed hot kisses along your neck before connecting to your mouth, his tongue forcing its way in and playing with your own. His rough hands moved their way over your body, landing on your hips and pushing you closer to him, your back hot against his strong chest. You reached your hand up and twisted your fingers into his wet hair, forcing a moan to escape him, allowing you to dominate his mouth with your tongue. You could feel his hard cock through the silky fabric of his trunks poking into your thigh as you reached down with your free hand to brush against it lightly.

“Earth to Naruto,” Shikamaru’s voice pierced through your seaside fantasy and you pushed away from Naruto, cold air seeping in where his body laid on yours and making you shiver. “Seriously, get a room.” 

You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment and Naruto cleared his throat thickly, a puff of warm air hitting the wet spot on your neck, causing fireworks to pop and sizzle their way throughout your core. 

“Okay, okay,” Naruto’s voice was almost indistinguishable, a full octave lower than normal. “Here, baby, I’ll put your sunscreen on for you.” 

He leaned back to grab the sunscreen and squeezed it into his palm. You felt like your body was going to be sucked into a desire tornado as lewd thoughts of his white-hot cum exploding into your core invaded your mind as he rubbed the cream in his hands. You saw him hesitate as you gulped, and you wished a hole in the Earth would open up and suck both of you somewhere far, far away so that he could vandalize your body right then and there.

He started on your upper-back, the cool cream granting you sweet release from your torturous burning. He worked his way across your back slowly, teasing you with his calloused hands and applying pressure underneath your shoulder blades, stalling at your waist while he hummed lowly into your ear, before moving his way to your thighs. The tension was building inside of you, so deep that you thought you were about to pounce on him like a lioness on a gazelle; his hands began roaming over your chest, lazily coating you in sunscreen and seduction. 

“Done.” He bit your earlobe playfully, causing you to jerk forward. His laugh erupted you out of your erotic frenzy and you turned your nose upwards in annoyance. 

“Alright,” You drawled out the ‘l’ seductively. “My turn.” 

You whipped around and pushed your hands onto his toned thighs, gaining leverage to have your breasts be level with his face. Naruto let out a thick whine, something laced with both pain and need, as the sunscreen squirted into your palm. You raised your eyebrow at him, a look that you knew said what do you plan to do about it? and placed your hands on his shoulders. His muscles tightened underneath your tender touch as you traced over his body like you were creating a map, slowly working your way from his shoulders to his toned abs. Naruto’s body was rippling beneath your touch, each curve of your finger causing him to twitch, each gentle stroke making him bite his lip harder. You hummed into his ear as your thumb gently grazed over his light blonde happy trail until you stopped just above the top of his swimming trunks. 

“Done,” You whispered. Naruto’s mouth was formed into a tight line as he grabbed your hand by the wrist, sparks flying around you, and he let his thumb trail gently over yours. He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it lovingly, making your heart murmur in delight.

“Thanks,” His voice was heavy. He cleared his throat lightly as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Wanna swim?”

You spent the next few hours enjoying the time at the beach with your friends. Ino eventually left Shikamaru’s embrace to join you and Naruto in the ocean, the three of you tossing a huge beach ball back and forth in the water. Sasuke and Sakura sun-bathed after their sandcastle was complete, the little structure standing surprisingly straight in the end.

Now, as the sun began its slow descent behind the endless sea, all of you were sprawled out on your various beach towels, the exhaustion of the day overwhelming your senses and turning your bodies into jelly. Naruto had you snuggled into his embrace, his legs intertwined between yours like a chain. His head was resting in your hair as he slowly drew small circles over your waist with his index finger, each swipe leaving a warm and tingly feeling across your skin. 

“We’re going to head out,” The sound of Sasuke’s velvet voice jostled you back into consciousness as you leaned up and gave the couple a lazy wave.

“Bye, guys!” Ino shouted, only putting a hand up in response. She seemed more tired than you, and she and Shikamaru had napped most of the day! “Drive safe, alright?”

“We will!” Sakura replied sweetly. “Bye, everyone!”

A windchime of goodbyes were exchanged (and one “hn” courtesy of Shikamaru) as they trampled down the beach. And then there were four. Calm silence overwhelmed the air as Naruto began kissing your temple and you held back your moan. His touch was rough and filled with want, his body hot with desire. 

“I think I want to take a quick shower and then we should go too, Naru,” Your voice was quivering with lust, snapping the sexual tension in the air. “I need to get this saltwater out of my hair.”

“We should go too,” Ino lightly tapped Shikamaru’s thigh and he rolled onto his back in response. 

“Yeah,” Shikamaru sighed. “If you shower then I’ll be ready. I’ll drive.” He kept his eyes closed and Ino rolled her eyes, a small blush creeping over her face. 

You and Ino walked over to the bathroom, the two of you lightly conversing about the events of the day. The sky was a vibrant blood orange hue, the sea a lovely shade of navy; the breeze had a sweet numbing coolness to it as it kissed your suntanned skin. It was the perfect beach day.

“Alright, well, if you finish first no need to say bye,” Ino said. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You smiled and gave a wave as you each got into your separate shower stalls. You closed the door behind you and turned on the water, reaching your hand in first to test the temperature before fully submerging yourself. The warm water hit your skin, causing an instant feeling of relief to crash over you. You felt the salt and sea wash away as you stood under the rushing water of the showerhead, too tired to move. 

The sound of the stall door quickly opening and shutting startled you out of your ethereal state. You went to scream, but a strong hand covered your mouth quickly. Your eyes widened in horror as a familiar voice whispered into your ear.

“It’s me, baby,” Naruto said huskily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want Ino to hear.”

He kept his hand firmly planted on your mouth as he chuckled lowly into your ear. His bare chest was pushed up against your back, the scent of sandalwood and spice overwhelming your senses as he slowly dropped his hand from your mouth and moved his way down your body, caressing over your neck and your collarbones before cupping your breast. You bit your lip at the sensation, catching a moan. 

  He nibbled at your neck and you felt your legs wobble slightly from pleasure as he moved his free hand to snag around your waist and rested it on your stomach, steadying you. As he continued to blow lightly against the bruising and tender skin of your neck between nips, his fingers lazily stroked over your hard nipple through the top of your swimsuit and you tightly shut your eyes, white stars floating around in your vision, his free hand now sliding down your stomach before reaching its destination and rested upon your dripping pussy.

“Can you keep a secret, baby?” Naruto whispered into your neck. You tried to respond but all you could muster was a strangled breath as he began stroking your entrance through your swimsuit. “Well?”

“Y-Yes,” You breathed. You felt your body slowly begin to lift from the floor as Naruto swiped the bottom of your bathing suit to the side, fully revealing yourself to him. He moved his finger over your entrance and you heard him make a low moan.

“Good girl,” He pulled you around to face him and pushed you into the cool tiled wall, the warmth from the shower vanishing, a cold shiver rippling through you in its place. His mouth caught onto yours and you were in a vortex of pleasure, your body fully pulled away from the shower stall as you were now surrounded by rushing waterfalls and dense forest - just you and Naruto - his warm tongue explored your mouth like it was the first time and your brain was sending shock waves straight to your heat. You pulled your swimsuit top down, your breast lightly flopping out and fully exposed to Naruto as you moved his hand from your waist to your perky nipple. 

He pinched it between his fingers and you moaned into his mouth as the sting seared you down to your core. He pulled away, trailing burning kisses down your neck, across your shoulders, over your chest, before he began sucking your nipple, gently biting and swiping his tongue over it, as he moved his other hand to slowly push his fingers into you.

“P-please,” You managed to whisper. He smiled against your chest as he exposed your other breast, his warm mouth working its way to wrap around it and teasing your nipple with the tip of his tongue, hungrily.

“Hm?” The vibration of his moan against your tit sent an electric wave through you, adrenaline fully consuming your brain as you pushed his thick fingers deeper into your core. You let out a low moan as Naruto cupped his free hand over your mouth. 

“Shh,” His breath tickled your nipple as he worked his finger expertly over your clit. Your vision went black from ecstasy as he toyed with your sensitive nub, little lightning bolts shooting their way across your body and electricity coursing through your veins.

Naruto pulled out of you and licked the juices off his fingers, a low grumble escaping from you. He removed his hand from your mouth and gave you a knowing smirk as he slid down onto his knees. Oh fuck, oh fuck.

“W-wait,” You tried, but his tongue had already swiped across your clit as he guided your thigh to rest on his shoulder. You shot your hand up into your mouth and bit hard, desperate to scream out, your back bending like a willow as your head pressed aggressively against the wall. Ino being in the stall across from you made you feel extra dirty as Naruto worked his mouth against your sopping cunt. Your breathing was ragged and heavy. You gripped his hair with your free hand, pulling him deeper inside you. You wanted to evaporate into the Earth with him; wanted to engulf him into your heart. 

Naruto quickened the pace of his tongue over your clit as he felt your pussy begin to quiver, his hand that wasn’t gripping your thigh free to plunge his fingers deep inside your walls. The world spun around you like a top as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed against you and you soaked Naruto’s tongue with your sweet juices. He groaned into you, lapping up every drop of your essence, his calloused hand kneading into your ass as he gripped you.

He looked up at you, his mouth dripping with you as a devilish grin erupted over his face, and he freed his thick cock out of its polyester prison. It was glistening with pre-cum, salt water, and need. Fuck, he’s big. He stood up and spread your legs with ease, gripping you from your thighs and pulling you up to allow your legs to wrap around his waist, before plunging into you. He embedded himself deep within your walls as the colors of the room started to blur together, your back pressed tightly against the wall.

“S-So wet,” He groaned. “Fuck.” He whispered your name into the air between thrusts, his dick forcing small mewls of pleasure to escape from your lips. Your nose crinkled, your toes curled; he took control over every inch of your brain as your bodies merged together like the seven seas. 

As his movements became stronger, you matched his pace, moving like you two were made to be fitted together, each stroke hitting you with an increasing pleasurable pressure that made the world around you disintegrate to nothing but his mouth on yours, his arms entangled around your body, his moans in your throat.

You climbed together, higher and higher, until you finally shattered the sound barrier and were blazing through the stars. A cacophony of low curses and praises escaped your mouths as you felt your body ripple and you reached another climax. His cock twitched inside you as his sticky seed filled you to the brim, warmth spreading throughout your body as you both returned back to the shower stall, hearts thumping in your chests. 

“I love you,” Naruto whispered between light kisses. “Love you so fucking much.”

You smiled against his delicious mouth. “I love you, Naru.” 

He gave you a last peck and you two showered off your salty secret together, briny water mixing with fresh, as the evidence of your lust filled rendezvous slinked down the drain. You exited the stall, freezing in horror as you came face to face with Shikamaru; his lips puffy and red, his dark hair freed from his usual ponytail and dripping down his shoulders.

“What?!” Naruto’s face was dumbfounded. “Did you-”

“Don’t give me that look, Naruto,” Shikamaru sounded annoyed. “I caught you too, you know.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his swim trunks right as Ino opened the stall door from behind him, her face turning red as a tomato.

“Shi-”

“Don’t bother,” He grabbed her hand, leading the way as they slid past you and Naruto. Ino gave you a pleading look that said can we please never talk about this again? And you smiled and nodded in agreement. Today really was the perfect day at the beach, providing everyone with their own dirty little secrets.

Please consider reblogging to support my work & scream at me in the comments if you enjoyed!

[breadarcade]

★𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧, 𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨! *suddenly appears and is willing to make requests or whatsoever*

𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘! i’m sure you don't know who i am so i will introduce myself, my name is BREADARCADE or just BREAD, you can also call me PINK, if you want. Following the purpose of this post, I’m open for writing some requests directed to the COOKIE RUN FANDOM!

𝗗𝗢 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘, i don't mind, ignore it? fine. Make a request? Also fine, I’m doing this to pass time due to vacation and long weekend! But when making a request I have some guidelines to list on before I would deal with future or imaginary requests.

𝗡𝗢-𝗡𝗢'𝘀: BASIC NO NO CRITERIA, ANY REQUESTS THAT GIVES PROFANITY AND OFFENSE TO A GROUP OF PEOPLE, NSFW, ANY GROSS-ASS FETISH YOU MIGHT COME UP WITH (technically under the NSFW umbrella.), PEDOPHILIA, and lastly CHARACTER x CHARACTER

★All of them are self explanatory, but with the NSFW, i’m a minor but I am open for spicy scenarios, but not necessarily lime or lemons, and the CHARACTER x CHARACTER, i’m not up to that kind of stuff, strictly X READER, but hopefully I will be open to that :)

★and for further clarification, i'm open on writing for any cookies so far! well, maybe ovenbreak cookies are most likely to be a bit ooc since i haven't play cookie run ovenbreak ever since sugar swan update

NOW THAT IS DONE, go ahead! I hope everyone has a good day now! ~★

[aamircoeur]

Hi, i just read your work, how would chamber, sova, cypher would celebrate their s/o's birthday, i really like it, could you do it again but with jett, neon, yoru? Sfw and nsfw aswell, it's okay if you can't, thx in advance :>

hey!! so glad you like my work. thank you for the ask! i hope this is to your liking. :)

Happy Birthday!

Jett, Neon, and Yoru celebrating their s/o (reader)'s birthday.

cw: suggestive nsfw at some parts (not seperated from sfw!) read at your own risk

Jett

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wakes you up super early by shaking you nonstop

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"wake up, sleepy head! it's your birthday!"

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would be so much more excited than you, not that you mind. she makes your day feel special

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made breakfast for you with the help of sage: a small tower of pancakes and various toppings and syrups

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enthusiastically pulls your chair for you to sit on. what a lady<3

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she would 99% lick some stray whipped cream or chocolate syrup from your lips. and in that 1% she'd just make out with you right then and there

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for your actual birthday present from her, she takes you to the mall!

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she'll drag you to different places in there with a huge grin on her face while making sure that you're having fun too

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first place, bowling. the two of you would compete against each other, her laughing whenever your ball hits the gutter and you losing your shit when she slipped

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second place, laser tag. some teen boy was celebrating their birthday in that place, too. the two of you absolutely rocked him and his friends' shit by shooting and eliminating them every time

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would sneakily pull you to the darkest spot in the 'arena' and make out with you for a good minute

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would whisper a, "happy birthday, pretty." with a cheeky smile on her face

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the two of you would get kicked out when caught by the boy's mom while making out </3 it was worth it though

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last place, kareoke room!

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with korean meat, beer, and soda.

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singing then stopping as she asks you to dance to the instrumental background of an upbeat song

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the two of you would sing your shits out loud then sing a soft duet immediately afterー bad idea. your throats were sore as hell trying to sing the song Only by leehi

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Jett's attempt at hitting the song's high notes were far from pretty, but you looked pretty when you laughed at it. that was enough for her.

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Neon

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she'd wake up a few minutes before you and takes a moment to appreciate your resting beauty

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pulls you closer by the waist once you wake up. "morning, birthday babe," she'd say.

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once you're both fully awake, neon would get up and play a soft song on the speaker, asking you to share a slow dance with her

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the two of you would dance in your pajamas, low whispers, giggles, and soft content sighs falling from both of your lips

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kisses your neck and asks you to bathe with her when the song ends, saying it's to get ready for the day ahead of you

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neon would put her hair down and wear a dress that matches your outfit

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would voice out that she hates couple things but would be the one to suggest it to you

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she'd bring you to a gorgeous field and have a picnic with you there.

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settling down, you'd admire the place with awe very obvious in your eyes while she does the same, but with you

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her bringing her country's specialties, along with your favorites and a few bottles of alcohol

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the two of you would talk about everything that your minds can think of, satisfaction blooming in both of your chests

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she'd pick a small flower from the field and tuck them behind your ear, muttering a small, "you look good." before looking away

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reveals a matching bracelet with you, one that can stand her radianite powers and that's to your liking

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as the sun begins to set, she'd be much closer to you now, asking for kisses from you

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she would kiss parts of your face while murmuring why she loves that certain part

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by the time it was the golden hour, she was now laying on top of you while you lay your back on the picnic mat, your food long gone, and the wind softly moving the field.

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sighs and soft groans exchanged as the two of you make out and do more under the setting sun

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Yoru

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would greet you the second the clock turns 12AM.

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"hey. happy birthday, stupid." he'd smile teasingly, holding your wrist and pulling it before he kisses you

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the moment you wake up, his lips are already on your neck, marking you with a smug smirk on his face.

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hot, open-mouth kisses are his thing i'm ngl

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mf wants everyone to know that you're his on your birthday.. not that you mind

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the two of you would lay with each other all morning 'til afternoon, being so comfortable with each other's presence that it was already evening

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he'd then ask you to take a bath because, and i quote, "you smell like shit. and we need to go somewhere, so hurry up." he was lying at the first part, and you know. rolling your eyes, you'd just take your towel and bathe

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the moment you finish, he'd be waiting for you while wearing a fancy suit that shows his gorgeous muscles from underneath. you'd raise an eyebrow at him for the showiness of the suit but he'd only say "they got my size wrong" as an excuseー but really, he just wanted to feel your stare on him for a second while longer.

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would appoach you with clothes that matches him, then sits on the bed, waiting for you to get changed

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you'd tell him to get out but he said that he'd close his eyes, dramatically covering them with his hands. spoiler alert: he took them off of his face the moment you turned around and started changing, an amused grin on his face

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aaaaanyway, he would take you oh a motorcycle ride.

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yoru would purposely speed up for a moment just to make you hug and hold him tighter

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he would laugh loudly when he hears your screams and complains

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finally reaching your destination, he'd park somewhere near and remove your helmet for you, then pecks your lips for a quick moment

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the place that he took you to was beautifulー a perfect view for the night sky to complimenting and making the city lights shine from a famous tour spot that yoru took you to.

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"happy birthday, sweets."

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you turned your head to him, and he was holding out an earbud while the other one rests on his ear.

the two of you would listen to the song in silence, but he'd hold your jaw and make you look at him, then he'd close your eyes and slowly lean to your face to kiss you when the second chorus of the song hits

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was not really in the mood to write anything spicy, forgive me. i hope you enjoyed this! and belated/advanced happy birthday to whoever's reading.

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[fastfur07]

How Everyone Tastes

(an exhaustive study by fastfur07)

I'm not going to tag so many people, but I went ahead and tasted everyone who reblogged this post (and wasn't a NSFW/kink blog). Note that this was based on blog vibes only. Here we go.

23iamtryingmybest: Kicking things off, you’re spicy like an exotic vegetable soup. Great appetiser; my taste buds are all warmed up now.

better-with-dragons: Refreshing and cool; smooth texture that really slips down your throat. No, hang on, I accidentally swallowed. Oh no.

bug-on-the-floor: Hang on, give me a minute… *sips water* yeah, nice and savoury with sweet hints. Not too hard, not too soft. Top-tier snack here.

cardnompfs: Smells like fresh linen or something, but the taste is better. Warm and comfortable mouth feeling. 

cursedexbf: Bitter and weirdly metallic. Doesn’t taste like you should be edible, but there you go.

fruitydraws: Very sweet and juicy! A great palate cleanser. I think I’ll savour you a bit longer– oops.

glassmice-blog1: Okay, I promise I won’t swallow anyone else. You’re actually almost tasteless, but the little hints I’m getting go well. There’s nothing wrong with mildness.

gulo-gulottun: Similarly to the last one, you’re like a little pick-n’-mix of some other tastes; it’s hard to make any out individually. It’s like a big mouthful of jelly beans.

ineedtherapyrn224: Mysterious, almost like licorice or aniseed but a little more appetising (at least to me).

jackthenibbler: Soft like a muffin, and a weird fruity taste alongside it. I can’t quite tell exactly what fruit, but it’s nice.

lemonblackberrytart: A lemon blackberry tart, obviously. Tangy and strong. Tarts were never my favourite pastry, but friends always taste better.

nightmarevore: Cool again, and I’m picking up some of that metallicness from earlier.

nomminmothdragon: Creamy and vanilla-ish. (I know you didn’t technically reblog the post, but I wanted to include you anyway, and it was worth it; you’re delicious.)

nompunhere: Tangy again, kinda like sour candy, and… new car smell? Iunno, that’s just what I’m picking up.

novorehere: Sweet and fluffy, very tasty indeed… aargh… CAN’T RESIST… MUST SWALLOW–

owo-vore-time: Savoury with a soft and familiar texture. Faint scent of pizza rolls.

roseytoesy: Turkish delight (the original one, like Narnia), but milder. Definitely an esoteric taste.

saltedgutz: Fresh and minty, and tickly like hard candy. Hey, stop wriggling so much.

standusermoment: Mildly sour like blueberries. Very piquant.

tinystarwatch: A nice cup of Earl Grey. 

toothsome-troodont: A little bland, but that’s to be expected from a new blog. Faint fruitiness.

totallyvore: Crispy and a little chalky to finish off. 

Damn, all those weird tastes. Remind me not to try so many new snacks at once in future. I need something to settle my stomach: I think I'll go eat Mango Anon.