#since they got impossible to see p much by the time i was done fucking around w it

[geddy-leesbian]

teehee thinking about something in my childhood friend AU,,,,,

[pearlzier]

────⠀ ⠀FRESH LOVIN' w/ CHRIS.

NOTES .ᐣ ana writing chris ????? its a literal miracle..... yeah hes been lookin a little too good lately... also ive been thinking of this for weeks now so uhh yeah !

WARNINGS .ᐣ p in v. uhhh dirty talk. afab!reader. no protection 🙀. im not great at writing chris i dont think... better at writin matt but i tried.

IT SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AS AROUSING AS IT WAS to see you wearing his merch. chris gives you the pieces you like for free anyway, you're his girlfriend—half of the time you help with the designing process anyway. so he's used to seeing you in.. well, his brand. the sight of 'fresh love' written across your chest is nice, he likes it a lot, but he's used to seeing it when you're with him. you'd told him plenty of times that the hoodies and shirts are super comfortable, so you wore them often.

so that is exactly why he was so confused as to why the sight of you modelling his merch made his dick as hard as it did. it wasn't.. that different. was it? he doesn't get it. maybe it's the professionalism of the photos, or just how official it all is. that's his girlfriend wearing his brand. no one else's—just his. a funny feeling fizzes in his abdomen, a warm feeling flooding his chest. both of those things at the instance he sees your pretty body wearing something he created.

his baby wearing his baby—that kind of thing. its corny, sure, but still. it made his head all murky and fuzzy, and his jeans tighten around him so uncomfortably it was impossible to ignore it. being at the photoshoot was a fucking nightmare, let alone seeing the photos all over instagram. people loved the photos, of course they did, you looked really good in them, and yeah, he loved them a lot too. which was why it was agony going on any social to find the exact thing that gives him a raging hard-on.

it was merely a coincidence that you'd walked in wearing merely a fresh love shirt and not much else. he lets out a low groan at the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip for a moment with his eyes raking up and down your figure. matt and nick weren't in, the entire reason you were wearing so little, so.. it wouldn't be completely wrong of him to have you bent over the couch due to your little get up, right? he's hoping so, since that's the only thing clouding his brain right now.

"actin' like you're not just as bad as me," he mutters, scoffing in return as you'd done previously. "actin' like your panties ain't soaked."

"you're starin'," he glances up at your words, his blue eyes wide and surprised for a moment before a smirk flits at his plush lips. yeah, of course he's staring. your nipples are hard beneath the cotton of the shirt, poking out a little and drawing his attention directly to them. soon, his eyes drop down to the curve of your ass beneath your underwear. slowly, he slides his hand down to adjust himself over his sweats with a quiet grunt.

"can you blame a guy?" chris murmurs, biting his tongue for a minute before he looks you up and down. "bein' such a fuckin' tease walkin' 'round like that," you scoff at his words, a soft smile playing on your own lips. a tilt of your head, and you're looking him up and down too. he looks good, he always does, but he does look really good. folding your arms beneath your chest, you lean against the kitchen island. "we both know you're soaked, baby." his words are practically a growl.

"you ain't got any proof," you grumble, feeling a surge of heat pool between your legs despite your own words. he wasn't wrong, you know, and he knows that too. all you wanted was to make something to eat, albeit wearing the least amount of clothing possible, but sure.

his smirk widens, "no? do you want me to check?" he knows you're wet, he can see it. from the way your thighs press together and how you're a little stiff whilst wandering around. all tell tale signs that you're just as horny as he is. "you're drippin', baby. don't even try to pretend with me," chris is quiet for a moment, before he pushes up off of the couch slowly. his eyes rake over your frame, and it only makes you feel more flustered in a way.

"don't gotta check 'cause i ain't wet," you mumble immediately, your skin warming up. you're lying through your teeth right now, and chris knows it. he knows you better than literally anyone, even if you don't want to admit it. trying to focus your mind on anything other than well, that, you turn away to open up the fridge and get something to eat. chris is making his way over, eventually standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.

chris chuckles quietly, a low and rich sound. wandering a little closer to you, he stops right behind you with a click of his tongue. you shiver almost immediately when his hand slides over your side, skimming towards the swell of your chest. "liar," he murmurs, letting his nose trail along the skin of your neck lazily as he draws you a little closer to him. "you're always drenched for me, just as much of a mess as i am."

your eyes flutter over to him for a second before you swallow hard, "ain't a liar," you insist, head tilting to the side a little bit at the feel of his head by the crook of your neck. but back to the food, you tried to will yourself, as you bent over to grab a cutting board from a lower drawer. "yeah, can feel you pokin' my thigh with that ragin' hard-on of yours." chris scoffs at that, corners of his lips flitting up at the corners in a lazy smirk.

"s'not exactly a trade secret, is it?" chris mumbles with soft amusement, leaving gentle, warm kisses over the skin of your neck. his hands roaming gently over you doesn't stop him from pulling you back into him. he presses up against you as you're bent over, slowly rocking his hips up against you with a small, strained noise escaping him.

"you feel what you do to me, princess?" was pretty hard not to.

a soft gasp followed by a soft moan escapes you, "chris—" and you grasp at the drawer to keep yourself steady. a shaky breath slips past your lips and you feel it soon hitch in your throat. "don't," in the kitchen? matt and nick could walk in at any moment, you knew, but chris seemed like he didn't care at all, actually.

"don't what, baby?" he coos, taking a breath as he slowly alides his hands down to your hips. at the same time, his own hips grind enticingly into your ass, his aching erection pushing up against you. he needed you so bad. there, in the middle of the kitchen, he shamelessly grinds up against you. "don't what? don't touch you, don't make you feel good, don't love you?"

you let out this pretty moan, folding your arms beneath you to lean up against the counter. "no, no, no—mmh," you wanted him to keep going, you knew he'd make you feel good, he always did. made it his mission, actually. chris grind at your words, head tilting to the side a little bit now. "keep goin', please," well, you don't have to ask him twice, he'd do anything you asked of him.

"mhm.." chris hums quietly, considering whether he should take off the shirt so he can get his hands all over you before he decides not to. the shirt's the appeal, seeing you wearing something he made. fucking you in something he made. "keepin' this on," he adds, letting you know what was going on in his head.

as much as he'd usually keep you waiting, he was far too pent up to do so now. he lets go of your hips momentarily, his free hand moving to his sweats already hanging low on his hips to push them down a little bit to free his cock. a groan escapes him at being exposed, and he shuts his eyes for a minute when he wraps his hand around at the base and gives himself a languid stroke. he could get off right here at the sight of your ass clad in pretty panties pushed up against him like that, but the warmth of your cunt was a safety he couldn't deny.

"probably soaked all the way through these panties of yours, huh?" at the sound you let out, he smiles a little more, his hand slipping inside your panties almost immediately to test his theory. his fingers slowly start to brush against your clit, feeling how slick you are from just his words alone. "told you," you're sopping wet, and he loves it. his head tilts to the side a little, and he applies a little more pressure before gliding his fingers through your slick folds. biting his bottom lip at your sounds, he groans.

"chris, shit," you mewl softly, hips slowly bucking up towards his fingers as he pushed them up against you. he lets his thumb brush against your entrance, gliding over it easily before he glances back over at you. "that's it, let me feel you," for a few long moments, he makes tight circles over your bundle of nerves before his impatience gets the best of him. "feels so good—"

"i know, mmh, gotta feel you, baby," he tells you, tugging down your panties in a swift movement. you gasp quietly at the cold air hitting against your warm folds, and secondly at the feel of his cock pushing against your entrance. he's gentle, always is, his free hand moving to hold you steady at your hip. "you alright?"

you swallow hard, trying to figure out a way to say it without sounding desperate as all hell. "uh, yeah, yeah," you nod, shifting your hips back against him to feel him properly. a laugh escapes chris, and he hums, slowly easing himself inside you with a little buck of his hips. his hand moves to join his other one at your hips and he groans gutterly, eyes squeezing shut. "so fuckin' tight, baby."

"holy shit," you're clenching on him like a damn vice already, a moan escaping you as well in a similar fashion to chris'. he takes his time with it, lifting his hand from your hip to place it on the kitchen counter and grasp at it to keep him steady. he soon enough buries inside you to the hilt, hands roaming over your hips and ass, occasionally squeezing as he looks you up and down.

"such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" slowly, he shifts his hips back so just his throbbing tip is inside you, before he snaps his hips forward again so he's back to where he was moments prior. the sounds you let out practically have him coming right there, but he's got enough restraint to hold on for maybe a few minutes more. "lettin' me fuck you in the kitchen against the counter, knowin' anyone could walk in."

his words barely register to you with how he thrusts in and out of you, practically molding your insides to fit him, taking him so good like you do every damn time. "chris, mmh—! feels so.. ah, shit—!" your tits bounce beneath the fresh love shirt, drawing his eyes there almost immediately. he moves his free hand to cup your chest, thumbs circling over your hardened nipples and pinching momentarily.

"can't even think straight, can you? too busy thinkin' 'bout my cock, mmh.. i know it feels good, baby, feels right," chris keeps up the pace of his thrusts, practically pounding you up against the counter. "feels so, fuckin', good," he punctuates each of his words with a sharp buck of his hips, but making sure that you didn't hurt yourself in any way and holding you up.

"can't.. think straight," you agree breathily, practically panting with every push of his hips and feel of your pussy tightening around him. you shut your eyes, lashes fluttering as you practically squeal around him. "can't think straight, that's right. just focused on makin' a mess on my cock," and making a mess you were, feeling that burst of pleasure as he brought you over the edge.

soon, he got there too, the movements of his hips stuttering as he let out out a low sound, finally coming to a stop once he'd stuffed you full of his cum. "did so good for me," he murmurs. eyes darting up to yours when he managed to coax your eyes open with his hand. "did perfect.."

"yeah?" you ask, voice all airy and breathless. you feel so warm and fuzzy, a bliss washing over you. with a soft sound, you relax against the counter with his help and the feel of him easing out of you. his eyes dart down to his release leaking out of your hole, and he hums quietly, letting his hand trail back down and circle his thumb around the mess he'd made for a moment.

"and i thought you were hungry, baby."

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[collapsedglasshouses]

Mine [Noah Sebastian x Singer!Reader]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Singer!Reader (female)

SUMMARY: You are Noah's girlfriend and helped him out during the concert, because he lost his voice. After the performance he wants to thank you.

WARNINGS: swearing, SMUT, MDNI, 18+, unprotected sex (P in V) (don’t do that), fingering, (let me know if i missed something)

A/N: Surprise! Two uploads today! This idea came to my mind because of I See Stars and Erra helping the boys out. If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging!

TAGLIST: @measuredingold (LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE ADDED TO MY TAGLIST)

Today had been entirely different than you originally thought. You visited your boyfriend of almost a year on tour and planned to stay in the background.

Being a well known singer in a band as well, you met the boys over a mutual friend, Jesse Cash. You had met Jesse around three years ago when he helped you and your band write on your new album and even featured on it.

Becoming friends with Jesse made it almost impossible to not meet the boys and you were more than pleasantly surprised of how well you all got along.

You almost immediately clicked with Noah, having this mutual interest in music and creating art while living similar lifestyles.

It almost came naturally how quickly Noah and you got closer. First it started with some hang outs that often included creating music together. Those hang outs quickly turned into self-named "friend dates" and before you really realised it, you were suddenly the "friends" who thought it was totally normal to occasionally make out and have sex.

It took you almost a year to admit your feelings for each other. But when you finally did, you did everything you could to find time for each other.

You two being singers of bands that had the opportunity to blow up over night, made it pretty hard to match schedules.

That is why you were more than relieved when you got a couple of weeks off and decided to join your boyfriend and your friends on their tour.

But when you arrived your happy mood quickly changed. After greeting Folio and Jesse, you asked were your boyfriend was but when you found him, he looked everything but happy.

"Hey, Baby. What’s wrong?" You immediately asked and left your suitcase next to the door before quickly wrapping your arms around him.

Almost instantly he returned your hug while sighing and rested his head against your neck.

"I'm so fucking done." You immediately noticed what the problem was. His voice was hoarse and rough.

"Oh no…" You muttered under your breath and rubbed his back.

"I couldn’t even sing yesterday. We had to cut the set short." He confessed to you and slowly let go of you.

"Why didn’t you tell me? I could have brought my special tea and some goodies to make you feel better, Noah." You asked him and caressed his cheek. A smile crept onto his face. "You know, I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you, too."

The next couple of hours were filled with planning and even thinking about cancelling the show but when you all set down and ate, Jesse had an idea.

"What if we help you sing? You just sing what you can and we all step in when you can’t." He explained and Matt started to nod. You saw how stressed Matt was, trying to make the best out of the suboptimal situations that kept on happening this tour. "That would actually be a great idea. We can ask Devin, too."

"Y/N can step in, too." Jesse than suggested and gave you a careful look. You stopped chewing when you heard that sentence and immediately looked between Noah and Jesse.

This would have been a big step, considering the fan base didn’t really know about yours and Noah's relationship. It wasn’t like you were really secretive about it, a lot of them were even guessing it, since you always seemed to be near each other but you never really confirmed anything. If you would sing tonight, there would be little to no doubt that something was definitely going on, considering the fact that you had no reason to be there otherwise than being close with one of the boys.

Your eyes locked with Noah’s, who seemed to wait for a response from you while you waited for his. When he didn’t speak up, you cleared your through before taking a sip from you water.

"I could, if you want me to." You offered and felt how Noah's hand slipped onto your thigh. He gave you a reassuring squeeze before looking at the others. "I would love that."

Erra had finished their set ten minutes prior and now you started to sweat. You wouldn’t be on that stage until they played Just Pretend and for Dethrone at the end, but your heart was racing.

"Are you okay?" You heard a voice behind you and shortly after felt a hand on your shoulder. Jesse.

You quickly gave him a smile and nodded. "Yeah. Just nervous."

"You know, you don’t have to do it. Devin can step in for you. I can step in for you." Jesse tried to calm your nerves. He knew exactly why you were this nervous.

"No, I'll do it." You reassured him and he nodded. "It’s just scary, you know. It’s always been just Noah and I. We didn’t answer any questions that had to do with our relationship status, we just kept everything to ourselves and this is going to change now."

"You'll be great." Jesse answered you and you quickly gave him a hug.

When you sang the last note of the song, you felt relieve. The applause totally overwhelmed you, when you suddenly felt a hand sneak around your waist. It was Noah. His eyes were shimmering and his smile was the brightest you had ever seen. It had been a complete success.

You had to grin so much that your cheeks started to hurt. It wasn't like you never experienced something like that, but it just felt different to stand on that stage with your boyfriend.

You all bowed to the audience before walking ever so slowly off the stage. As soon as you were backstage, you all fell into each other's arms.

"THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!" Folio exclaimed while slightly jumping up and down. You still couldn't stop smiling. The crowd had been amazing and you had so much fun performing with your boyfriend that you forgot about your concerns entirely. Hell, if you had the option right now you would broadcast to the whole world how much you loved him.

"It was absolutely brilliant." Jolly praised the whole group. Jesse still held onto you before pinching your cheek. "You did so well, I had goose bumps." - "You are one to talk. You sounded so great."

Noah still grinned from ear to ear while looking at you all. "I had so much fun. Thank you all so much for helping me out."

"You did so great, Noah. Even with your not so healthy voice." You praised your boyfriend before giving him a big kiss. He held you close when you broke the kiss again.

When the group made their way to the lounge room, you and Noah walked behind them all. He didn't let go of your hands since you walked off the stage and right now you couldn't be happier.

Right when you were about to catch up to the others, you were dragged into the bathroom that was in the corridor before the lounge. You heard the click of the door, which showed you that it was locked.

"Noah, what-..." You tried to say but you were met with his lips on yours. You instantly felt goose bumps form on your body while he kissed you like you would disappear if he stopped.

"This is your reward, baby." He whispered in your ear and seconds later he softly bit your neck. You could feel how wet you got just from that.

He pressed you against the door and kissed his way back to her face. Before you could even catch a straight thought, he opened your pants and let them slight down your legs while kissing you hard.

"You did so well. You sounded like an angel." He almost moaned into your mouth while his hand found its way into your underwear. You moaned out his name when his fingers found your clit. Even though you already got used to his touches, this time felt so different to you.

His fingers began to circle your clit with swift motions and you felt like you were crumbling into little pieces right in front of him. Your hands found their way into his short hair. At times like this you missed his longer hair, because you couldn't grab onto his shirt hair that easily anymore.

"Fuck. I love you so much." You moaned and let your head fall against the door while you slowly started to shake under his touch.

You almost let out a scream when he suddenly stopped fingering you and instead lifted you onto the bathroom counter in a swift motion. You didn't have the time to react properly because he kissed you again.

"You don't know how much it turned me on, seeing you sing my song on that fucking stage." He groaned into your mouth and pulled your underwear down. "Showing every single one how proud you are to be my girlfriend."

"Fuck, I love being yours." You cried out and started to pull on his tank top to get it off of him.

He smiled at you when you finally got the shirt off of him. "Look at you, so needy." - "Only because of you."

You easily opened his pants, but when you tried to pull them off of him, he grabbed your hands and looked you in the eyes. "This is about you, my love. Not me." - "Please, Noah. I need you."

He stared into your eyes but you couldn't form a clear thought in your head and whined again. "Please, Noah. I haven't felt you in so long."

"Is this really what you want?" He asked you in a deep tone and you still could noticed how rough his voice was. You needed to take care of him later. "Please."

"God, you drive me insane, Y/N." He groaned against your mouth before stepping back to pull his pants and underwear down. You felt a rush of heat run through your body when you saw his hardened cock leaking with pre-cum. You needed him so bad, you almost cried out again.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, while you leaned a bit more over the edge of the counter to get closer to him. He ran a hand through his hair, before stepping between your legs and lining himself with your entrance.

He looked you in the eyes again while slowly sinking into you. You moaned out loudly at the feeling of him inside of you, causing him to press a hand over your mouth.

"Even though I love your voice so much, I don't think the boys should hear this." He whispered to you and you slowly began to nod.

His eyes never left yours as he slowly started to move his hips.

He furrowed his eyebrows and his mouth dropped slightly open. His heavy breaths turned in to quiet moans and you thought you were about to lose your mind at the noises he made.

"You feel so fucking good." He almost cried out, causing you to get goose bumps before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. When his thrusts became harder, you felt his hands squeeze your hips even more. You were sure he would leave bruises.

"I love you so much." You whined when you started to feel your orgasm form in your stomach. His head fell onto your shoulder and you felt him twitching inside of you. He also was close.

"I love you." He moaned in your ear and sent you over the edge with that.

You bit down onto his shoulder to contain your moans while you reached your high, clenching around him.

"Oh God." Noah moaned into your ear while his thrusts became more irregular before you felt his cum spread inside of you.

You both held onto each other, while you came down from your highs, before you started to giggle lightly.

"What?" Your boyfriend asked you and slowly pulled out of you, causing you to whine quietly at the loss of contact.

"What's so funny?" He asked again when he started to clean you up.

"You tell me to be quiet, just to almost scream." You teased him and pressed a kiss on his forehead, when he gave you a shocked look.

With that you jumped of the counter and reached for your clothes, when he grabbed your hips and turned you to face him.

"If you tease me again, I'll make sure, you're the one to scream." He threatened you.

"PLEASE DON'T. THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO ENJOY THERE EVENING WITHOUT HEARING A FULL ON PORN FROM NEXT DOOR." You heard Ruffilo shout through the door of the bathroom.

Your eyes widened and you quickly got ready to leave, but before Noah could reach the door, you grabbed his hand and pull him towards you.

You kiss him deeply, before whispering against his lips: "Now, let's get you into bed. I'll take care of you."

"God, I love you."

[inmyicyworld]

New purchase

kinktober - lingerie kink, mirror sex

Summary: You just got a new expensive lingerie set and decided to tease your mafia boss boyfriend with some sexy pictures.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: mob bucky barnes, established relationship, smut, p in v, lingerie kink, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sexy pictures, doggy style, butt slapping, hair pulling, dirty talk.

Author's note: I know for a fact that I won't be able to write for every day of the Kinktober event, but I still want to be a part of it lol. So if any of you have some spicy (or not) ideas, my inbox is open for requests or suggestions.

Also, I had too much fun with AI stuff and y'all... this Bucky Barnes makes me literally weak in the knees😩😩 (I have a few more AI-generated pics to add to my fics, if you'll like it.)

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As soon as the message from you popped up on Bucky’s screen, he was no longer involved in the conversation with his people, who were reporting on the situation that got a few men killed.

No, now his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. To the photo that you sent him, to be exact. You were standing in front of the mirror in the new blue lingerie set that Bucky definitely hadn't seen before. 

“miss you, baby.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, studying every little thing in the photo—from your half-hidden smile to the soft skin of your legs and stomach—and noticing the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Fuck, to be right now on top of you instead of sitting here was a dream. You knew what effect you had on him and that Bucky loved your expensive lingerie, but he couldn't just leave now, right? Controlling Brooklyn was not easy, especially when some brave idiots tried to threaten him.

“please, Jamie…”

Another text message with an attached picture appeared in front of him, and his pants immediately became much tighter. Now it was from another angle. You were on the bed on your hands and knees, your spine perfectly arched to show your round ass in just a little piece of fabric that shouldn’t even be considered underwear. 

Flashbacks from all the times Bucky was holding your hips while thrusting into you from behind filled his head and he almost wanted to moan out loud. No, it was impossible to listen to whatever Peter was saying, especially when it was the first time you sent such photos.

“You better stay in this position, baby. I'm coming.” He typed quickly before suddenly getting up from his fancy leather chair, making the whole room go quiet. 

“D-did I say something wrong, boss?” Peter’s face became white. Bucky probably looked really angry right now, but only because he couldn't touch you and bury himself in your heat at that exact moment. 

“I didn't listen, Parker. I need to go; finish here without me. Steve, you're responsible.” Bucky took his jacket and stormed out of the room without another word. 

You were walking around the bedroom in nervousness, as if it were your first time waiting for Bucky from work. But now something was different, though. You knew that he was busy, and you hated disturbing him, but after looking in the mirror at yourself for too long, you got so confident and bold that you decided to text him with photos, which you had never done before. 

Your best friend Nat took you out shopping, but even though Bucky always gave you his card and told you to buy whatever you wanted, you never actually did it. Until you saw that unbelievably beautiful blue set. Bucky went crazy every time you had new pieces, but they weren’t as expensive as this one because you always bought them with your own money. Your friend basically shoved you into the changing room and convinced you that it cost every single penny, so you gave up and used Bucky’s black card. 

The loud noise of the slammed door came from the first floor, and you knew that your boyfriend had come home. Fuck, it has been only 15 minutes since he messaged you, and he was already there. 

You sat at the edge of the king-size bed, facing the door. And in just a few seconds, heavily breathing and slightly annoyed, Bucky stood in the door frame. If you hadn’t been dating him for almost a year now, you would’ve thought that he was angry, but the way he licked his lips and the look in his eyes while he was scanning your almost naked body told you otherwise. 

“You’re such a fucking tease, babydoll. I had an important meeting, and you just had to send me those photos, huh?” Bucky grinned at you, taking off his expensive jacket and rolling up the sleeves of the white shirt. He took small steps toward you, but you were too focused on his tattooed and veiny forearms to notice it. 

You blinked only when a soft but firm hand pressed under your chin, making you look Bucky in the eyes. The realization of how ridiculously wet you were hit you hard, and Bucky probably saw the way your cheeks blushed because his lips curled in a one-sided smirk. 

“You’re looking like the sexiest thing on the planet, but you’re blushing. God, you’re amazing, baby.” His eyes slid down your body, covered in a thin lace, and you swore that his eyes darkened within a second.

“I just thought that I became wet by just looking at your hands.” Bucky growled at your words. He took both of your hands into his, silently asking you to stand up from the bed. "Sorry for bothering you at work, I just... I don’t know.” 

“I don’t care about work as long as I can see my amazing girlfriend looking so incredible. Is this new? I know every single piece of clothing that you own; I’ve never seen this before.”

“Nat convinced me to buy this... from your card. I hope you don’t mind." Bucky chuckled at your words. 

“I told you a million times to buy whatever you wanted. My money is your money, ‘key? Now spin for me.” He lifted your hand above your head, helping you to spin around and show him every little detail of your new purchase.

The bra, which perfectly lifted your boobs, so they seemed nice and round. Matching lacy blue thongs and a garter belt that was attached to the tights sat on your waist, showing every curve of your hips. There was nothing left for imagination. You looked so soft, delicious, and sexy, but those cute little flowers all over the fabric made Bucky want to destroy you.

“So pretty, goddammit. I need you right now.” He firmly grabbed one side of your face, connecting your lips in a hot and messy kiss, while the other hand trailed its way from your neck down to your soaking wet panties. “Still can’t believe that you’re mine. The most beautiful woman on the whole fuckin’ planet.” Bucky growled into your lips, refusing to let you go. “Is that all for me? Are you so wet because of your naighty little photos or from my hands? Tell me.” Two fingers run up and down your covered folds, making you moan into Bucky’s mouth from the stimulation. 

“Both… Jamie, please. I need you.” You tried to grind your hips on his hand, but Bucky gripped your thigh and lowered his mouth onto your hot neck. 

“‘M not gonna let you get off on my hand, not today. You teased me with those sexy pictures, so I think it would be fair if I just fucked you senseless. That’s what you asked me to do anyway, right?” You just eagerly nodded, hoping that Bucky would do anything. The heat in the lower half of your stomach was almost painful, and you felt awfully empty inside, squeezing around nothing with every kiss Bucky had left on your sensitive skin. “Should I bend you over the bed? Or maybe on the floor in front of the mirror so I could see how good you feel when I fuck you?” He asked mostly himself. 

Bucky pulled away from you, admiring fresh red marks on your collarbones and neck and already knowing that you'd blame him in the morning before work. His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess, but you still bit your lip at how sexy and pretty he was. Lately, you didn’t spend much time together because of his job, and now you wanted to spend every second admiring and touching him. 

“I don’t care, Buck. I just want you, I miss you.” Your hands flew to the collar of his shirt, opening every button until his tanned chest was on full display. 

“Get on your knees and hands, doll.” Bucky mumbled, and you knew that he had lost all of his patience. 

You lowered yourself on an expensive white rug and teasinly moved your ass from side to side, looking at Bucky through the mirror. His eyes stuck on your body, and he licked his lips once again. You saw the way his pants were barely holding the hardness behind them, and your mouth instantly started watering from that thought.

“Are you going to fuck me or keep starring at my ass?” 

He smirked at your words and fell onto his knees behind you, slightly pushing his covered hips into yours and making you both moan. 

“Oh, I am going to fuck you? Don’t worry about that, doll.” The sudden slap on your ass cheek made you loudly gasp; your mouth stayed slightly open as Bucky was massaging your burning cheek with one hand and unbuckling his pants with the other. 

You felt the silky-soft skin of his cock between your legs when Bucky ran his length on your wet panties. “It’s too pretty, I don’t wanna take it off of you. ‘M just gonna push them to the side.” He took your underwear out of his way, lining the leaking tip with your wet entrance. 

You couldn’t stay steel, so Bucky had to grab your hair, raise your head, and perfectly arch your back. You whined at the slight pain from his grip, but it soon turned into a loud mixture of a moan and Bucky’s name when he pushed inside of you. 

It never failed to amaze both of you how perfect you were for each other. The sex was incredible every single time. Your body instantly adgasted for his size; your wet and soft folds gripped his cock firmly, as if your body didn’t want him ever to leave. Bucky honestly didn’t even remember the sex before you; at that time he thought it was nice, but since the first night with you, everything has become blurred, and he couldn't look at any other woman in a sexual way anymore. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, James!” You cried, squeezing him harder and gripping the soft material under your hands. 

“Holy shit, doll. Your pretty pussy ‘s taking me so well; she’s so greedy for my cock.” Bucky slapped your ass again at the same time as he bottomed out in you. You tried to stay focused on the reflection in the mirror, but that teasing little push of Bucky’s hips right into your g-spot made your eyes roll back. "What? You can’t handle it, baby? But that's what you asked for. You thought that you could just send me these things and not get fucked like a naughty little girl?” He chuckled, immediately increasing the speed of his thrusts. 

“I just wanted you, J-Jamie, fuck!” You cried at another slap on your ass. Red hand prints were already visible, and you knew that it would be hard to sit the next day. “I need to cum, please…”

“Already drunk with my cock?” Bucky chuckled, slightly squeezing your hair in his hand, until you opened your hooded eyes and looked at him in the mirror. “Look at you, always so perfect for me.” His blue eyes studied your reflection. Your still covered in bra tits bounced every time he pushed his cock inside of you, and Bucky felt like he became even harder because of the fact that he couldn’t see you fully naked. 

It felt like he wanted to split you in half with the power of his movements. Your skin slapped into each other, and the wet sounds of your pussy were almost too loud and inappropriate for you, but Bucky didn’t care. He moved fast and hard, mumbling praise words under his breath, which you barely understood, being too close to cum. 

“Bucky, ‘m gonna cum… Please, let me cum, ‘m so close.” You loudly moaned when your body started trembling and your hands were almost too weak to hold you up. 

“Do it, doll. I’m right behind you. Cover my cock in your cum.” Your mouth fell open, and your eyes instantly closed when you finally came, clenching around him. Bucky looked closely as your face expression changed—it was his favorite thing. 

He pushed into your tight cunt a few more times before freezing as his own orgasm came. You moaned at the feeling of his hot seed feeling you from the inside. 

“Just like that, doll. You did so well.” Bucky soothed the skin of your thigh and reddish cheek, finally loosening the grip on your hair. Your hands couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you collapsed on the soft rug with a muffled puff. 

Bucky slightly chuckled, slipping out of you, and flipped over your exhausted body so you could face him. You both were flushed and slightly sweaty. Bucky brushed your hair from your face and lowered himself to catch your lips in a slow kiss. You wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders until he fell on top of you. 

“I’ll call Nat so she can take you shopping tomorrow. Use my black card and get yourself everything that you like, because now I want to see you in every possible shade and variation of lingerie, doll.” Bucky mumbled near your ear while his hands traced the soft skin of your ribs and stomach. 

“I don’t want to spend your money, James.” You laughed. 

“Then I’ll give my card to Nat, so she can spend it on you. Because I won’t leave you alone anymore, doll. You drive me crazy looking like this.” He started kissing your neck, going lower to your chest. You just sighted, knowing damn well that there’s no point in arguing and that your amazing boyfriend would find a way to make you buy more lingerie. “Are you ready for round two? Because I really wanna put those pretty tits in my mouth.” 

Whatever you wanted to say died on your tongue with the first touch of Bucky’s wet tongue, and your brain went completely blank. 

[gayerthanevertbh]

labyrinth

pairings: older!natasha x young!reader

warnings: g!p natasha romanoff, oral sex, cum swallowing, and dirty talk - MINORS DNI.

summary: your sister cheated on her wife, so the broken wife takes an interest in you instead. was everything just a rebound between the two of you? or is there something more?

notes: i want to make this a series but i don’t know yet, i want to hear your opinion on this one shot first before i do anything else. i hope you enjoy reading!

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“Wanda and I agreed that we won’t see anyone until the divorce finalizes,” Natasha said with a sniffle, wiping her tears away from her eyes. Her therapist, Nora, only nods while soothing the woman’s back out of comfort. “S-She will be leaving my house once everything’s done.”

“Do you have a child with Wanda?” Nora asked her quietly; the woman shook her head. It was a relief for Natasha since it would’ve been a lot harder if they ever had a child – and they couldn’t have a child.

They just couldn’t, no matter how much Natasha wanted to.

“No.”

“Everything will be sorted out,” she tells her with a convincing voice, a voice that tells Natasha that everything will be fine when it won’t ever be fine. She soothes again, “You just need a lawyer, okay? Once you do, then we can go to court. Does Wanda have a lawyer?” the other woman nodded. “I see, well I have to give you some phone numbers that you could talk to, they’re the best in this state. Please contact them as soon as you get home.”

“What if I’m still in love with her?” Natasha sobs out, rubbing the back of her hair with so many questions and whys in her head. Why? Why did you cheat on me? Why ME? Why does it have to be like this? Is he better at fucking you? Does he have a lot of money? Why, why, why?

“You could never out-love someone, Natasha.”

Nora was right; she could never just out-love Wanda – how can she? Wanda was her first love, it was merely impossible at this point.

“I wish she never did it,” she mumbles, staring at the ground as more tears streamed down her face. Natasha felt angry, confused, and conflicted. One moment, she wanted to beg for her love and now all she could see was fire and red at the same time; Wanda was flammable, she was toxic for Natasha’s thirst; a venom. She grips her gray buttoned-up shirt and mumbles again with a seething tone, “I wish I could kill her. I wish she could die in a car crash so that I won’t have to think about her again.”

“Let it all out,” Nora said. “Just let it all out, Natasha.”

And she did.

hey tash, can i go to your place real quick? wanda is asking me to get some of her clothes. i think she’s going on a date.

Oh. Yeah, sure. You could stay for a bit if you want, I’m on my way home anyway.

where were you?

I went to see my therapist, Y/n.

i’m sorry, i just wanted to know how you’re doing. my sister is really unforgivable in this situation, I'm sorry you had to go through that tasha.

Can we talk more when I get there? I actually want to give you something :)

yay! what is it?

Just wait in my living room, I’m almost there.

Okay!

As I waited patiently in her living room, I thought about the brighter times when Natasha and Wanda were happy together. This home used to be so full of laughter and happiness that I couldn’t even begin how beautiful this home was. Now, it’s just quiet and lonely; tragic and sorrowful. Her plants at her door area were wilting, and her big living room lamp was broken; I could only see the metal rod was bent. This home is lonely, too lonely and quiet – I felt awkward staying on her couch.

“Been waiting for me?”

I turned around and saw Natasha bringing bags of groceries (she only brought two and they looked light) as she strode into the kitchen area, where she dispatches the things she needed for her refrigerator. I immediately stood up and followed her, giving me an instinct that I should help her out.

“Let me help you, Tash–”

“Go sit back down Y/n,” she said, smiling tightly at me. “I got this, okay? I’ll bring you a glass of apple juice, I can handle this.”

I sat back down and waited for her. Once she was finished, she walked back and sat down beside me, placing two glasses of apple juice on the wooden coffee table that she built for Wanda a few years ago. I could still remember the look on my sister’s face when Natasha gave her this table.

And now, the table looks depressing, as if a flower is wilting.

“I’m happy that you’re here,” she said with a smile; bringing the rim of her glass to her lips. “You know, I was supposed to ask you to come over so we could watch a movie together.”

“I’m glad we’re still close,” I said, holding the glass in both of my hands. “I know Wanda has been… irresponsible with your marriage, but I’m happy that you still choose to talk to me even though I’m her sister.”

“I mean, I’ve known you ever since you were just a little girl,” a chuckle came from Natasha’s lips. “And now you’ve blossomed into this… beautiful girl. Your mother has raised you well.”

“I guess you could say that.”

As we exchanged laughter, we clinked our glasses together and drank from them simultaneously. I was about to stand up when I felt her hand on my knee, suddenly pulling me to sit back down out of instinct.

“Is there anything you need?” I asked Natasha quietly.

She shakes her head. “Not really, I really could use some company right now.”

“How’s your therapy session? Did it go well?”

“Nora was alright,” she answered, leaning against the back of the couch. “I guess it helped a bit. I still want to murder your sister, that’s for sure.”

“I totally understand if you do,” I said. “She has been nothing but an ass lately.”

“She’s more of an ass than me?” quirked Natasha, raising her left eyebrow and looking at me with those damn hooded eyes – I could’ve sworn she was slightly flirting with me. Natasha Romanoff was known to be a jackass, an adult who likes to be an asshole for the laughs and giggles. But lately, she’s been vulnerable; helpless; hazed with anger. I could hardly blame her for being this angry with my older sister, Natasha has done nothing but treat Wanda as if she was the love of her life.

And maybe that’s why I get a little insecure whenever I see them together because I’ve always had a small crush on Natasha (that I still hope she doesn’t have an idea that I do have a crush on her) and maybe that’s a little unfortunate for me since there was no percentage of us being together or having that kind of fling where I could say that woman feels for me the same way I do.

It was merely impossible.

“You could say that.”

Natasha scoots closer to me until both of our thighs touch. After placing her glass back on the table, she yawned as the day began to clear. I try to think of other words to create a conversation with her; nothing comes across my head.

Finally, she asked: “How’s school? When will you be graduating?”

“In a few months,” I answered, fidgeting with my fingers.

“What university will you be going to?”

“Probably in New York so I could stay closer to Pietro.”

“And Wanda? Will she be in New York?”

“No, she’ll be staying here,” I replied. There was a look of relief on Natasha’s face that I can’t distinguish – it’s hard to tell whether she was satisfied with that information or not. I was about to ask why until she said, “I’ll be in New York for a couple of years, you know, to get away from this fucking madness.”

“I understand,” I said. “When will you be moving?”

“Once I finalize my divorce with Wanda, then I will go,” she replied, prompting her elbow on the couch and using her free hand to support her head. She was beautiful like this, natural and calm. It was short, really short. It’s almost as if she was pulling out “revenge hair” as her hair darkens, leaning on a brown color – which suits her perfectly well. Needless to say, she was beautiful; eye-catching.

I nodded deeply and looked away. But I felt her thumb and index finger holding my chin, turning me to look at her again; almost gazing at her. I dug my hands in between my thighs, and almost whimpered when her lips were close to mine.

She was about to kiss me, she was going to kiss me.

“Have you ever been kissed?”

“I-I have,” there was no reason for me to lie there, I simply have been honest with her ever since I walked into this house. There was a slash of disappointment plastered on her face, but immediately went away when she looked down at my gaped mouth. I was breathing hard, almost in an embarrassing way. If she kisses me now, I wouldn’t able to resist. What if I was a rebound? Who cares, I wanted her lips to kiss mine so that I could never–

“Let me kiss you?”

I’m a rebound, I’m a rebound, I’m a rebound–

“Yes.”

She didn’t waste time and pressed her mouth on mine, almost shuddering when both of our lips are being touched. Her lips were warm, and I could tell she was scrunching her eyebrows together. When her hand went behind my back and roughly pulled me closer to her, the spark between us went away. I almost yelped out of shock. But then, something eased on her – like a person telling her that I was a delicate little girl that was fragile, and she kissed me slowly but in a sloppy way.

Natasha pulls away with a string of saliva on both of our lips. “Your lips are so soft,” she murmured.

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

She shakes her head, and pecked on my bottom lip so gently – I could hardly feel her lips. She used her other hand to stroke my jaw and whispered, “Wanda isn’t here, baby…”

“But you’re still married–” I moaned quietly when her lips were on my neck, kissing my skin with hunger while wrapping both of her arms around my small waist to pull me close on her lap. “Tasha, slow down.”

I wanted to tell her that she was going to use me as her rebound, that none of this was real to her. But I was so lost in her own world that I did not notice her unbuttoning her pants hastily; I had to push her chest away from me.

“You’re not thinking straight,” I said, trying my best to sound normal other than being heartbroken that I might be her rebound. “Y-You can’t be doing this with me, I’m her sister Tasha…”

“So do you want to stop?” she asked, still removing her pants all the way down to her midthighs. I closed my eyes, but she kissed my lips again to make sure I was still breathing. “Breathe baby, breathe. It’s okay, she’s not here–”

“She will go insane if I sleep with you!” I exclaimed.

“But she’s not here,” she whispers, like a smooth talker, as if everything will be alright; I was convinced. Natasha slowly trails her fingers inside my shirt and holds me down, feeling her tight erection on her loose boxers. She kisses my neck once more while her other hand was playing with my left breast, asking: “Have you ever slept with someone?”

“No,” I replied quickly, cursing myself that I’d answered her too fast. But she pulled away with a proud smile while still touching me through my shirt. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“That my parents would know–”

She immediately cuts me off mid-sentence, kissing my lips hard instead.

“No one will find out, okay? We don’t have to sleep together for now.”

“For… now?”

She nodded, inserting her tongue inside of my mouth until we were french kissing on her couch; on her lap. As soon as Natasha was about to remove my shirt, I slightly pulled away with a ragged breath. She squints her eyes, wondering why we stopped, and I did not say anything else but got onto my knees and pulled down her pants to her ankles.

“Baby,” she sighs loudly, her cock growing once more. “Y-You don’t have to do that–”

“I want to,” I assure her, my eyes are looking back up at the woman that has her legs open for me. Natasha could only nod and pulled her dick out of her boxers, her length proudly showing in the scene. She was hard, but not fully hard where her penis stands itself. I could see a bit of juice leaking out from its tip; I wish to lick it and suck her head as hard as I could watch her begging for more. “I’ve never given someone like this before.”

“A blowjob?”

Her cock was big; too big for my mouth. But my cunt clenches for it to be touched, I wanted her to slip her dick inside of me until I was a mess. Pogubi menya svoim rtom, Natasha.

“Y-Yeah…”

“It’s okay,” she coos, bringing her hand in the back of my hair and pulling me closer to her genitalia. “Go slow, okay? Just do what makes you comfortable, don’t use your teeth though.”

I’ve given myself a few more minutes before wrapping my hand around her shaft, gasping quietly about how utterly big she was; my fingers could barely wrap around her dick. Natasha threw her head back in the air and moved closer, half of her buttocks were exposed while having pleasure from my hand. I thought about those videos that my friends sent me, a woman jacking a guy off using her hands and mouth. So this gave me an idea and slowly brought my hand up and down on her length, watching her bulbous head carefully – I could see more of her juices coming out.

“Oh yeah,” she slurs as her eyes twitched while closed. “That’s so fuckin’ good, you’re hand is so warm.”

She was throbbing on my hand, and I couldn’t help but examine the way her member looked. The head was pinkish, with a mix of red; her cock was veiny but not in a gross way; it looked like it was reaching over her belly button, which made me wetter from the sight and the feeling of her dick. I slowly leaned closer to her penis and gave the tip a kiss, watching the woman have a reaction to it.

“Feels so good, Y/n… keep going.”

I took a deep breath and swallowed her head, my eyes widening when I could feel her juices dripping on my tongue. I closed my eyes instead and slowly let go of her cock with a loud pop! It made Natasha yell out of sexual frustration. I knew she was impatient – but I had to take my time. I could hear her murmuring, “Keep going, little girl… just keep your mouth on me.”

And I did, but it was a lot more difficult than it seems. The woman had a big dick, there was no denying that, and I tried my best to slurp the tip of her cock but instead; I choked. She averted her eyes from me and asked with a worried voice, “Shit–are you okay? You can stop–”

“Let me adjust,” I breathed out, slowly pumping her cock. Natasha could only nod and rest her head against the couch, watching me intently as I jerked her off. She was warm on my palm; I almost let out a tiny moan from the way it twitches. It just shows that it was begging for my attention, and I had to do something about it.

So I wrapped my mouth around the tip of her dick again and breathed, sinking my mouth further into her length. Natasha threads her fingers through my hair gently and pushes my head deeper into her cock, making me let out gurgling sounds.

“Your mouth is so good,” she whines, raising her hips a little to reach for my throat. “Suck it harder, baby girl. I’m so fuckin’ hard for you…” she shifts onto the couch and unbuttons her cardigan to release the tension inside of her. All she could think about was my mouth and my pussy. She wondered what it would feel like if she slipped her cock inside of me as I scream for mercy; yelling about how big her cock was.

“That’s it,” she coos, her breath hitching. “Lick my cock like that, what an obedient little girl you are.”

If it’s a guilty pleasure to be called a “little girl” by her, then I’d be damn proud to be called that by her. I closed my eyes again and sunk my mouth deeper, licking the underside of her dick repeatedly until I’ve gotten my rhythm. Natasha slowly humps my face as she uses both of her hands to guide my head up and down on her cock, making me create wet and pornographic noises that fill up the room too sweetly. The woman sighs blissfully, as if she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Once the tip of her cock hit my throat; I gagged.

“Oh god!” she shuts her eyes tightly and keeps my head still while fucking my mouth slowly, her length popping in and out of my mouth. “So close baby, yeah… just suck my cock like that. You’re so good, little baby.”

I sucked her head vigorously while slurping on it, going deeper and deeper until half of her length was in my mouth. I felt her hand holding my neck as she continues to thrust into my mouth at a slow pace, making sure I wasn’t in too much pain. This was what she needed, what she wanted from me. It was this innocent slut that she wanted to take; I wanted to lick it and I wasn’t ashamed of any of it.

Natasha holds my head still and felt her hips twitching, as I hear her say, “I’m gonna cum–Oh fuck, take it!” and I felt two ropes of thick cum in my mouth; closing my eyes tight as she continues to let herself go inside of my mouth, giving everything that she needed. The woman sees stars behind her head and imagines my mouth being my cunt instead – the thrill of excitement burning inside of her passionately; she wanted to fuck me now or she wouldn’t able to live with herself.

“Oh god,” she moans as she spurts more cum on my tongue. “T-That’s it, oh fuck yeah…”

She was in heaven. But deep inside, she was in hell. While calming down from her firing orgasm, she realized that I was the sister of her wife – and she completely fucked up by fucking my mouth and coming on my tongue. Natasha couldn’t help but feel guilty, though the guilt washed away when I suddenly released the tip of her cock with a pop! From my mouth, and pulled myself up as I sat down beside her with some of her cum on the corners of my mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers to me, pulling my face closer as she kisses me deeply; tasting herself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been more discreet–”

“It’s okay,” I cut her off with a frantic nod while touching her right cheek, which I almost fell apart when she leaned on my touch. “I-I don’t want Wanda to know, I don’t know what I’d do if she knew about this–I’m sorry, I don’t–”

“She won’t know anything about us,” she said, leaning her forehead against mine as she pecked on my lips with her wet mouth, pulling me closer to her once more. Something about her being so comforting is losing the worries that have been boiling inside of me; like a kettle bursting once it’s hot. “It’s only our secret, I promise.”

another note: natasha will be an asshole if this comes out as a series, but she will have a development of course! let me know how you guys feel about this one shot <3

[wroteclassicaly]

hope you had a good nap k <3 you did such a good job last time with eddie and steve painting reader's face and ruining her makeup. but tbh now i wanna ruin HIS makeup!! riding eddie's face and squirting all over him sounds like so much fun rn :(

OKAY, soooooo — this idea popped into my head almost immediately after I read your ask! I hope this is okay? It turned into something of my own weird muse, haha. We love dirty riding/messy time to ruin that boy, don’t we? All support for it in this household!

Summary: Eddie tries out a new look for a show. He wanted it to be intense, but that doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Warnings: Language, NSFW, oral sex, face riding, vaginal fingering, small p*ss kink (mentioned only), mirror play, handsy Eddie, hair pulling, and squirting.

A/N: This is unedited, so I’m sorry if it looks awful because of that. I wanted to get this out for the rest of y’all too, and I was inspired! The imagery I have of what I was picturing as Eddie’s look… fuuuuuck me 🤤

When your boyfriend of seven months stated that he had a surprise for you, what is currently standing in your eye-line is not the statement you’d expected. Corroded Coffin was playing a bar in Indianapolis tonight — their second gig there that actually accumulated a decent crowd. And Eddie had been right all along — a bigger, more Metropolitan city opened doorways to the metal scene, something a hick town in Indiana never could. He wanted to really fix up, make himself look as intense as possible. He’d been gone with Robin since early in the afternoon, only telling you he was getting his hair permed for the show and his nails painted.

It wasn’t unusual for him to get a manicure with Robin, the ladies in the salon used to Eddie and his eccentric fashions. Everyone heard about the metal scene, the punk fashion, but in Hawkins it wasn’t welcomed, especially after Eddie would leave the parlor and receive several stray insults from one hillbilly to the next. He didn’t mind it though, he got to wave his freshly done nails with a doubled down bird. His favorite wave.

You liked that he had formed a quick companionship with Robin, solidifying his place in the group (and your heart) not long after everything with Vecna.

You’re so completely lost in your thoughts, eyes glazed over with the haze of fascination and want, that you aren’t aware Eddie is stepping closer until you can smell his Old Spice and see what he meant in regards to stamping a statement on your conscious (and unconscious mind).

“Holy fuck…”

That stubble bitten mouth pulls away to reveal a milky white smirk. His chocolate eyes, dusted with a blood red layer of shadow, long lashes elongated by a mascara wand, and a charcoal wing swiping out carefully, sharply — widen comically, enhanced impossibly wider. A silver sword dangles from his ear — you note. He’d apparently remembered he’d had it pierced and decided to indulge. His fresh perm is soft and silky looking, the product still settled into the locks.

You gulp onto a dry choke, his outfit what really makes your knees jello, a throb automatically smacking you in between your legs.

“Yeah?” You hear the slight crunch of leather as he backs up to give you a twirl, his ass well rounded in the acid wash denim, his chain swaying, wallet resting against a cheek beneath the denim pocket. He blinks those lashes and winks at you, making you physically clench your legs together. “You like it sweetheart? S’ a lot, I know.”

His inky colored nails, his signature chunky rings clad on those deliciously sinful fingers, they slip along the tightened corset that’s wrapped around his slender waist, stopping short below his nipples to help showcase the cut off crop of mesh that dangles around his neckline, covering what the corset doesn’t. His tattoos veiled, but visible, as if they’re entities peeking out to play. His combat boots that are still smeared with his own blood from the Upside Down are laced over his feet. You stumble all around your words, tongue lolling, mouth pooling with saliva. Eddie filters a fingertip beneath your chin, leaning down beneath the glow of his bedroom lamplight. “It’s a hit then?”

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. Eddie Munson has that effect on you. “How long did your makeup take you? You can do it again before tonight, right?”

His enriching brows frown, a silly grin pressing the lines of his mouth. “Could do it all in the car. Everything but the wings.” He wiggles his defined digits to lay emphasis for his question. “Why, baby? What’s goin’ on in this head of yours? You’re running a little bit on empty tonight, huh?”

“So it’s not a big deal?”

“It’s not a big deal if what?” He waves his hand as if he’s taking a bow, awaiting your answer.

However, he doesn’t need any confirmation, your desperation, accelerated breathing, and tightening of your thigh muscles give you away. Not to mention your blown to hell pupils. He still wants to tease you a little, dangle you. You’re his best audience member, and he wants to spin you on his finger and work you to the bone until you’re begging and panting for him to hurt you a little harder. You lean into his touch — a natural instinct that runs deeper than breathing.

His cigarette stained breath is speckled with hints of cinnamon gum, his plush lips barely caressing yours, pulling them open and hovering a top his as he speaks with a fucked out rasp. He’s just as gone. His hands reach between you two and he finds your clasped hands (you didn’t realize you’d done that, nails having left marks behind in your palms), placing them onto his simple belt buckle. “What should I do with my little groupie, hmm? Make her suck me off, leave her wet all night?”

You mewl at that, suddenly finding speech capabilities. “No!”

“Or… maybe my sweetheart needs me to unzip my jeans and bend her over the dresser so I can claim that nice little pussy. Want it to sting every time you move at the bar, baby? No one will hear it when you whimper because of me.”

He’s already swelling against your palm, helping you undo his belt to release some tension and gain a bit of friction. His fingers cup your neck’s nape, draping down your back like a winding vine, tapping an invisible beat only he knows. You’re arching into him, your flimsy sweats and t-shirt too heavy and too hot. You aren’t even ready for the event tonight, but it’s a good thing. And as Eddie knees you into his bed until you’re falling back onto the mattress — you’re downright fucking grateful.

He’s your rockstar and you’re his instrument, and dammit to hell if he can’t play you to make you sing for him. The mesh is tickling the backs of your thighs, his pick chain dragging with his heaving breaths, your hands finding purchase in it to grip on every inhale. His lids are closed, a caressing explosion of red and black smudged together. His cheeks are soaked in red, mouth plump and swollen, your creamy cum soaking his chin, glistening when he’s turning his head to shimmy in a particular deep lick. His hands are squishing the doughy flesh that surrounds his head, your thighs spread wide, his curls tickling.

“Eds… oh, baby. So good with your fucking mouth.” You’re trying not to rock, to ruin his makeup completely beyond repair, but the man is just as insatiable, and you did ask for this.

His nose nudges your clit and he inhales like a fucking wild animal, nuzzling the tuft of slick curls scattered across your cunt. He could have the devil’s eyes — hell, with his caramel irises shattered to a thin ring, alike to your unraveling sanity, his pupils make him look like a beast, called upon by your heat. He blinks those wet lashes and you see his fingers travel up your cunt, spreading your labia, smearing what wetness he gathers from that — across your sternum and over your breasts, leaving a heavy handed smack to each one. His deep voice latches onto that cove that keeps you connected during this time, being so far outer limits. You already are prepared for him to motion with a hand on your neck, turning your gaze to yourself perched on his face, staring back at you from the stand alone mirror he’d gotten.

The perfect view. He’d dubbed it.

It’s a sight too erotic for you to contain the wanton cry that slithers off your scorched tongue. Your legs thump under a sporadic heat, and Eddie wiggles his fingers against your collar bone, breaking away with a string of your arousal connected to his mouth. He suckles it with an appreciative moan. “See yourself sitting on your throne, baby? This was what you wanted, what you needed, right?”

“Eddie, love you so much. I can’t —“

His fingers dip into the motions with his tongue, circling your opening before they dip inside, being sucked in with wet welcome. Your eyes close, then open with every harsh squelch that echoes in the small room. There’s a familiar twist that’s attacking your navel and you’re aware exactly what it is. You start to shake your head and rise off the stimulation. “Eds… too much, m’ gonna — and your outfit…”

He’s like a giddy boy at Christmas, a Cheshire smirk causing him to pull his ruined face from your cunt, pressing a few kisses to your thigh.

“You’re gonna…? Piss on me or squirt? Can’t say I’d mind either way.” You tighten around his fingers and bounce yourself onto the thick digits, that spongy spot ignited by the stimulation.

“I’ll ruin your shirt, maybe your pants, baby—“

God help you when you look at his loving gaze staring directly back at you. His makeup is absolutely demolished, perspiration and your essence smearing it around his cheeks. He’s shining with you, sampling your taste off his mouth. His chest is heaving wildly, breaths choppy. You can practically swallow his fucking words.

“No one’s gonna know that it’s not sweat, sweetheart. I’ll be wearing you all night.”

And he curls those gifted treasures, coaxing you forward, his tongue licking where his fingers meet, all the way to your clit, before he closes his lips around it. You come undone, that firestorm urge seizing your insides and beckoning you into oblivion. You shout his name so loudly that you’re sure everyone can hear. He presses you into him with a hard jostle, and your translucent cream spills from you, drenching your boyfriend, your thighs trembling, hands fisting into his hair. He helps you ride it through, moaning lowly as the spray floods his face, his own hips arching off the bed.

You’re still trembling when his fingers slide out of you, cum following them, stringing to Eddie’s fingers in a shimmery web, and he greedily laps you up once more, tugging you beside him with a softness that only he is capable of, rubbing your back to help calm you. You help him clean his face with your discarded shirt, his hand finding your breast and stroking absentmindedly along your nipple as if it were a chord he was playing. You sigh happily, looking at him. You’re so in love it’s disgusting.

“You’re a mess, Munson.” You find yourself giggling.

He shrugs. “Nectar of the gods, baby. Nectar of my goddess. A goddess who is gonna have to help me redo all this.” He motions to his face and you nod.

“I am your most devoted groupie, Eddie Munson.”

~*~

[ayyezhongli]

dom Ayato x sub Thoma Smut “Failure to follow orders leads to punishment” part 2

PART 1

Category: M/M

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Relationships: Thoma and Ayato

Characters: Thoma and Ayato

Tags: nsfw, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, smut, cockwarming, public sex

It's been a few days since Thoma has gotten back from his little adventure. Thankfully it went successfully, but a part of Thoma wishes it didn't. He layed in his bed tugging at the collar groaning. He began to think what Ayato would've done to him if he failed the mission which made him start to get hot and bothered.

"Fuck."

He said as his breathing got ragged and his pants became uncomfortable.

"I'm just gonna get this over with."

He undid his pants pulling down his boxers. Wrapping a hand around his cock he began to pump himself steadily. He couldn't stop thinking about Ayato. His hand being the one that's wrapped around his cock jacking him off.

"Mmmaster~~"

He mumbled quietly as his pace began to pick up. Subconsciously, he found himself sticking two fingers inside his ass. He arched his back and moaned loudly at the sensation. His fingers thrusted into him as he imagined it was Ayato, slamming his cock inside him again and again, rougher. All he could do was call out his masters name while finger fucking himself. Ayato, fortunately, was in the halls, hearing Thoma's every sound. And oh, it made him so hard. He so badly wanted to watch. See Thoma finger himself and describe what he's fantasizing. And the moment when he heard Thoma cry out his name, he lost it. He walked over, careful not to make a sound, especially while entering inside. God Thoma looked so fucking beautiful. Legs spread wide for Ayato to see. His own fingers deep inside his ass as he pumped his length. Crying out the name of the one standing in front of him.

"M-m-master! F-fuck faster pl-please~!"

Thoma's own fingers drilled into his ass as he whined and begged for the nonexistent dick that was inside him to fill him up so full. Ayato didn't know what to do. Should he stay still and continue to jack himself off and watch Thoma cum by masturbating or step in and fuck him now like a wild animal. Before he could decide, Thoma did it for him.

"MASTER~!! I'M COMING~~!"

Thoma came on both his fingers and stomach panting like the little dog he is. Ayato couldn't help but come as well, shooting his seed all over the bed sheets in front, getting some on the boy. Ayato hissed and Thoma looked at him, face flushed so red that it was impossible to get any reader.

"M-M-m-master!?"

Thoma stuttered, utterly embarrassed.

"H-h-h-how long have you b-b-b-been standing there...!!"

"Long enough."

"Oh shit! I'm screwed! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! What do I do!"

"Master it's not what it looks like?!"

Thoma scrambled across the bed as Ayato stepped closer.

"You know how much I hate liars Thoma. I hate them so much~!!"

"I just made it worse for myself! Fuck!"

"Master I-i-i promise!"

"There's another lie. God, Thoma is it just natural for you to lie so easily to my face like that?"

Thoma whimpered.

"I-i'm sorry master I d-d-didn't mean to!"

"But you did Thoma~"

Ayato crawled onto the bed inching his way closer to Thoma.

"God you don't know how much I enjoyed punishing you last time~..."

Thoma moved back until his back hit the frame and he was cornered.

"And obviously you liked it too~..."

Ayato said, reaching out to Thoma's exposed dick. Thoma winced when Ayato brushed the tip of his dick.

"God, you're so pretty Thoma~..."

Ayato groaned, getting pissed off.

"What do you say when someone gives you a compliment?"

"Th-th-thank you master..."

"You're welcome~ now come here Thoma. I don't bite."

Ayato said, bearing his teeth. Thoma made his way over to Ayato, slowly and being very careful.

"Good little puppy~"

He grabbed Thoma, wrapping him in his arms. He planted soft kisses on Thoma's collarbone, eventually turning into soft biting and marking. He snaked his hands up Thoma's body. When he got to his nipples, he started to pinch and play with them. Thoma cried out, blushing and moaning softly.

"Does that feel good~~"

Thoma nodded his head.

"Use your words Thoma."

"Yes master...!!"

"You're such a cute little puppy."

Thoma moaned out when Ayato twisted one of his nipples hard.

Ayato wrapped one hand around Thoma's length and began pumping him softly.

"Master please..."

"Please what Thoma~?"

"Please, I want more! Please!"

Thoma pleaded.

"Begging already? Hm, I guess."

Ayato's strokes became faster and Thoma became louder. Thoma was getting closer and closer to reaching his climax. Suddenly Ayato covered Thoma's mouth.

"Shhh. I hear someone."

And Ayato was right. A few moments later there was a soft knock at the door.

"Thoma?"

Ayato nudged Thoma removing his hand. Thoma cleared his throat to speak.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I come in?"

"N-n-no. I'm busy at th-the moment."

Ayato grinned and continued to pump Thoma, playing with his other nipple. Thoma whined trying his best to keep his voice in check.

"Oh? Well, can you please inform Lord Kamisato that he has a meeting. It starts in five minutes.

Ayato growled and sunk his nails into Thoma's nipple causing him to let out an involuntary moan.

"Is everything alright in there?"

"Y-y-yes. I'm fine."

"Ok then."

"I-i-i'll let him kn-kn-know."

"Alright, then, I will be off."

The man said and left.

"For fucks sake!"

Ayato said after the man left. He growled again and pulled away from Thoma, pulling his pants up.

"Get ready, we're gonna go to that stupid meeting."

"But I can't..."

"I never asked if you could. You're going and we have to be early so I can set things up."

"What do you mean?"

Ayato got up and walked out leaving Thoma on his own. He got up and changed following Ayato soon afterwards. When he arrived no one was there besides Ayato and him. Ayato unzipped his pants and gestured Thoma to come.

"Come Thoma. You're gonna be a nice cockwarmer for me ok~?"

Thoma stood there confused.

"I said come here. Listen to me, little puppy. We don't have a lot of time to get ready."

Thoma walked over to Ayato slowly. He pulled down his pants blushing and sat down in his lap. He slowly lowered himself onto Ayato and moaned quietly.

"When the meetings over, i'm gonna fuck you on this desk so hard."

Ayato chuckled when he felt Thoma wrap around him tight.

"You're so slutty for me puppy~~..."

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Lord Kamisato...may we come in?"

"You may enter."

A few people came into Ayato's office sitting at the table.

"Why is he there?"

One of the men pointed to Thoma.

"He's just my housemaid. He passed out and I didn't want to run late for this meeting."

"Can he leave? This is a private meeting."

A fatui member said.

"You asked to meet with me. You're on my time. I suggest you sit down and we'll start this meeting. Ok?"

Ayato said smiling. His smile was filled with anger and annoyance. Thoma could hear the annoyance in Ayato's voice. Everyone sat down and took their positions.

"So...we'd like to make a deal with you."

The meeting went on for a while. Seconds turned into minutes. minutes turned into hours. Occasionally Ayato would thrust up into Thoma causing him to squeak. The meeting went on for too long. Even Ayato himself was getting impatient. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the meeting was drawing close to an end.

"So Lord Kamisato, do we have a deal?"

Another fatui member said as Ayato looked through the papers.

"I'll have to look this over again and think."

One of the fatui members growled, not liking Ayato's response. Ayato knew that if he were to involve the Yashiro Commission in the Fatui's little scheme that things would go south. But if he didn't agree, things would still end up going south. There really was no escape besides preparing and stalling for as long as possible.

"Are you sure you don't want to get this done and over with now?"

"I already told you my decision. Stop pestering me about this and move on with your day. This meeting is officially over."

One of the fatui members got up, getting in a position to fight. Ayato was angered and about to get up to fight back. But having Thoma on his lap prevented that from happening and he calmed down.

"Guards, see these people out."

The guards came in and escorted the Fatui members out. Once they were gone, the room was empty. It was just Ayato and Thoma. No one else, just them.

"My lord..."

Thoma said quietly.

"Yes Thoma?"

"C-can I get off now?"

"No Thoma."

"B-but—"

"But what? I told you that after the meeting I was gonna fuck you."

"Yeah but you're not doing it right now."

Thoma's voice was high pitched making all his words sound and come out like a whine.

"Mhmmm."

Ayato said, smirking to himself.

"Where are you trying to go with that?"

Thoma's face was flushed red as he hid his face into Ayato's shoulder.

"C-c-can you...please...?"

"Please what Thoma? I can't understand you if you don't use your words."

Thoma was gonna have to do a lot better than that. No matter how badly Ayato wanted to fuck Thoma right now he had to wait. Teasing Thoma was his number one priority even though he was running short on his own patience.

"My lord... p-pl-please f-f-fuck me already. P-please!"

Every last ounce of pride Thoma had was all gone now.

"Oh? Someones a needy little slut today~"

Thoma whined  back in response. He's been sitting on Ayato's cock for more than 2 hours straight. And Ayato didn't make it easy for him. Especially since he would randomly thrust up throughout the meeting saying he's "repositioning himself" as an excuse. When he felt Ayato pull out, he almost cried because of how empty it felt. But then, Ayato repositioned Thoma so his legs were spread open. Wide enough for the whole world to see his pathetic display. Thoma was desperate. He needed Ayato back inside him. He craved it. And all Ayato did was just stand there glaring down at him. His gaze was so intense Thoma wanted to squeeze his legs shut.

"Master please..."

Ayato sighed and picked Thoma up. He lowered him back down onto his dick and started to thrust up fast.

"F-f-full..."

Thoma said, moaning loudly.

"You're so good Thoma..."

Ayato thrusted up faster. He wrapped his hand around Thoma's dick and started pumping fast. His other hand started to pinch and toy with the blonde's nipples. Thoma was so close. All the activity going on was overstimulating.

"M-m-master..."

"You're so cute Thoma. Gonna be a good little boy and cum for me~"

Ayato picked up his pace. Thrusting faster as well as moving his hand up and down quicker.

"I'mm gonna~"

"I'm close too~..."

As Ayato got closer and closer to reaching his climax, his movements became sloppier.

"Mmasterr!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!!"

"Me too."

They both came together at the same time.

"Good boy."

[lawomi]

From The Start - Trans!Trafalgar Law x AFAB Mink Reader

LINKTREE for Ao3, Wattpad ext.

Chapter 5 - The Wolf Listens

Law isn't the only one interested in you; he hates this fact. But you aren't the only one interested in him, either. A chapter exploring jealousy amongst Law's closest friends.

Minors DNI

LawBepo & Penguin/Reader are focuses in this chapter! Sorry for reposting this one, deleted it on accident lmfao. Next chapter may take a bit as it requires me to read Novel Law, hah.

CW's: Rape threats, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Sex toys, Smut cliffhanger :P

Bepo yawned, stirring from his sleep to find that his captain wasn’t in bed with him. This was odd as his captain slept best with him. Law would call him over if he knew the night would be unpleasant, if he (very often) had nightmares, or if the Tang had grown too cold. He supposed his captain had gotten too hot thanks to the stuffiness of the inn, so he got up first. Bepo couldn’t help but feel guilty that he may have made Law’s night worse.

Getting up with a start when he realized what time it was, he rushed to the restroom. After, he combed down his messy fur with a thick brush, removing the gathered fur ball into the trash every so often. He tended to fill the trashcan with it, so he replaced the bag for the cleaner himself to dispose of his bag elsewhere. Once the fur that was typically visible was to his liking, he slid his signature orange boiler suit back on. Gathering up the key to the room and his and Law’s few things into his backpack, he headed downstairs to the main floor.

Shachi had insisted they— Penguin, Law, Y/N, Ikkaku and Bepo himself— should sleep at the hotel to be at the diner as early as possible. It had been a while since they’d done so and Shachi was excited to introduce Y/N to food they hadn’t had before. They weren’t the only ones with the idea as not only civilians were filling the tables, but so did the Straw Hats. Bepo could see the civilians looked nervous, clearly recognizing their notorious faces. Not to mention, there was definitely a wall lined with some of their wanted posters.

Something inside Bepo felt off when he realized Law was conversing with his childhood friend, Y/N, who looked particularly happy today. He narrowed his eyes, wondering if captain had left bed early for a different reason… He shook his furry head and walked forward, forcing a big grin as he greeted everyone, sitting beside Penguin. Penguin, notably, was resting his elbow on the table, chin in hand, staring at Law and Y/N with a grimace. They hadn’t taken notice, Law was too entangled in explaining why the bone structure of minks and humans were so similar. Ikkaku and Shachi would occasionally interject with a question or a joke. Law glared at Shachi whenever he emphasized how much of a nerd he was.

Bepo’s ears flickered in surprise when Y/N laughed. It was common to hear them laugh, they were a very giggly individual. But this was a genuine laugh, clear as day, and he watched his captain’s icy heart melt. For just a few moments, Law looked at them with a crooked smile, a smile that only Bepo ever saw. Could he be in love? No, that’s impossible. I mean, Captain has a busy life, he has no time for that, Bepo sighed through his nose. He luckily was distracted by the waiter who took their requests. As soon as they were done they left to submit the orders to the kitchen and to prepare drinks.

After the meal, Shachi, Penguin and Bepo separated from the small group. Finally, Bepo felt he could voice his concerns. What could this mean for them— if Captain was in love? Would they still look for the One Piece? Would Captain still want him around?

“Penguin,” Bepo fumbled with his fingers, he glanced up to see Penguin kick a rock clumsily, his hands were stuffed in his pockets. “Why are you so upset?”

Penguin looked up at Bepo, the speed in which made his hat flaps slap him in the face. “Gah!” he rubbed his face, his cheeks tomato red. “Fuck Bepo, don’t scare me like that.”

“I’m sorry…” Bepo looked down at the floor, classically depressed over being scolded.

Shachi leapt ahead of them, walking backwards to face them. “Isn’t it obvious, Bepo? He’s jealous! He’s in lo~ve,” Shachi teased him, predictably sending Penguin in a fury. Penguin lunged at him, ready to punch him in the face. Shachi dodged, then the two were running circles around their big bear friend.

“Jealous? Jealous of whom?” Bepo watched the two come to a halt soon enough, panting from the effort. Penguin glared at his best friend, but he stood straight to respond, patting himself down.

“No one,” Penguin tried to keep calm. “It’s not a big deal, y’know?”

“Don’t be fooled,” Shachi grinned evilly. “It’s obvious he likes Wolfy. If you…” he made a hole with his right hand, penetrating the hole with his left pointer finger, “…connect the dots, it’s pretty clear who he’s jealous of.” Shachi honorably accepted Penguin’s fist to his face this time. Although, Penguin proceeded to jump on him, forcing him to the ground and kicking up dust.

“I’m not above killing you!” Penguin snarled, punching him a second time. Bepo quickly picked his friend up by his armpits, easily raising him off of Shachi. Shachi was still laughing, his hat had been thrown off and he looked a mess. He was spent, he remained on the floor with his limbs splayed out.

“There’s no way I could compete with Captain!” Penguin blurted when Bepo put him down. “That dude’s a fucking model and my boss. Y/N deserves better than me anyhow. It’s fine! I’ll get over it. I’d be glad if that emo was happy for once, too.”

“I want Captain to be happy, too.” Bepo said, though his drooping ears betrayed him. “I wonder if Y/N would replace me.”

Penguin laughed at this, “Replace you? That’s insane. They may be a fluffy wolf or whatever but you’re way softer. You are Captain’s best friend, Bepo. No one knows as much about him as you do. And you refuse to tell us his secrets, too! You’re fluffy and you’re loyal!”

“Say,” Shachi finally got up, patting down his dirty boiler suit. “I’m asking this seriously, I swear. I mean, Y/N is a mink, right? Minks can like other races... And we can like minks, right? Do you like Captain more than you let on, Bepo?”

Bepo’s eyes widened, he glared at Shachi, but then hung his head. “I don’t know.”

“I see,” Shachi rubbed his chin. “Well, boys, whatever may happen we should support Y/N. It’s their choice in the end. Plus, we haven’t even persuaded Captain to let them join yet… If he likes them, there’s a greater chance they’ll join.”

“Or Captain will just resign the possibility entirely,” Penguin shook his head. “He’s protective of us, imagine someone he falls for? And a devil fruit user? Impossible. He’d send them to live at the best resort he could find, but keep them here? No way!”

The three friends laugh dryly. Maybe this was worse than they thought. “Should we,” Shachi offered, “Break them up, then…?”

The Heart Pirates gathered on the deck of the Polar Tang. They stood in their assigned positions, waiting for Law to come out of his office to evaluate their work. Uni was in charge of keeping track of purchases, so he was to provide the receipts. The others would have to explain and correct any excess or missing items purchased with the Heart’s funds. Meanwhile, the three samurai and the four Straw Hats stood in the back or leaned on the railings. Zoro was already asleep, as usual.

“I can’t go out like this!” Came a muffled voice from behind the Tang’s main entrance. Everyone looked on expectantly, finally seeing the door open. Law’s scarlet face could be seen clearly as he walked out, dressed in all black; black shoes, black jeans, black long sleeve shirt, all black save for his signature hat. Y/N was clinging to his back in human form, grinning and wagging their tail. Law let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Are ya’ll dating now?!” Several voices asked this at once.

“NO!” Law barked, Y/N’s cheek was rubbing against his ear. “She’s a mink. What do you want me to do about it?! Whatever, get on with it. Uni-ya, come forward please.” Still flustered, Law did his best to hide his face behind the brim of his hat. Y/N stared at the paper, remaining calm enough to allow him to read. Predictably, the crew and guests were snickering in the meantime.

After clarifying a few things, Law seemed satisfied with their stock. “This should get us to Wano. Meanwhile, I had some new clothes tailored for us. Modify them to your heart’s content, but remember we must resemble Wano’s civilians, especially everyone guaranteed to enter Wano. Understood?”

As the Heart’s scattered to prepare the ship to dive, Bepo walked over to Law. He had a sour look on his face, his black lip jutting out in a pout. Law glanced up from the paper he was reading, raising an eyebrow at him. “What is it, Bepo?”

“Omi, you can’t just cling on to Captain all day,” Bepo had ignored Law. Y/N perked up, not removing their arms from around Law’s neck.

“Bepo, are you jealous?” Law smirked, eye brows raised in surprise. “Relax, it’s fine. My dignity was already shot. They’re hardly heavy to me.”

“What about me then? Can I do that?” Bepo frowned, crossing his arms.

The couple laughed, Law grinned at Bepo. “Quit being cute. I could carry you, but uh… Not only would you be heavier, I’d have trouble navigating with my face covered by those big arms of yours.”

Bepo’s fur was pink. “Tsk, whatever. Well, you said you aren’t partners, right? Are they your new favorite mink? You didn’t even sleep the whole night with me!”

It was Law’s turn to grow red, “Yeah, well sometimes I just can’t sleep, okay! I needed some air. You know this!”

You think back to the hotel. Law had snuck himself to your room— he had purposefully gotten you your own— and ended up in your arms shortly after. You were both shirtless, but nothing happened beyond casual dry humping and French kissing. It left you awake, that was for sure. Both of you had gone to breakfast first after taking turns in the shower; it was disappointing that Law wanted to shower alone. You didn’t understand why he didn’t want to show you what he’d already shown you! You weren’t going to force it, though.

At the moment, you yawned thinking about your bed bunk. Law glanced toward you, “Anyway, we should head inside. We need to take off. Right, navigator?” Law looked at Bepo with an authoritative gleam in his eye.

Bepo sighed and raised his hand to his forehead in salute, “Aye aye, Captain.” He waited for Law to turn and enter first before following.

The Tang was soon ready to sink into the sea and continue it’s journey. It was mid morning by now, the crew had to make sure the Tang was in tip top shape before departing. Bepo, Penguin and yourself are assigned to work with Clione to prepare lunch now that the sub was on the move.

It was a little awkward. Bepo was avoiding you, he had gone to fetch some ingredients in the pantry. You were asked to cut some vegetables, which you weren’t great at, so Penguin decided to help you. Shyly, he leaned behind you and guided your hands, showing you how he properly cut each slice. You smile at him in thanks, making him blush. You lean in to give him a peck on the cheek, to which he melts and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re quite submissive,” you tease him, a sly grin on your face.

“Huh?!” Penguin stood straight again and shook his head. “N-no! I mean, I can dom. Aha… What were we talking about again?” He pulled at his boiler suits collar, unbuttoning it to get some cool air.

You busied yourself with slicing and dicing various veggies for the meal. You wanted to give Penguin some space as he seemed uncomfortably flustered. He hovered around you, making sure you were okay. Occasionally you heard him stop, distracted by his thoughts, then suddenly begin working again. You can’t help but laugh, relishing in your work. Once Bepo returned with the spices work flowed faster, Penguin made extra effort to stay focused. Bepo continued ignoring you for now, until lunch was ready.

Law, surprisingly to his friends, was one of the first to arrive to lunch. He leaned over the counter and addressed you, to Penguin’s dismay, and gently touched your hand as he thanked you for helping, despite not being a Heart Pirate. A sleazy grin adorned his face as he stared at you.

“Hey, Captain!” Bepo half shoved you out of the way. “We have grilled fish, aren’t you happy? Penguin did a great job prepping the fish.”

Law smirked and scoffed, “Heh, yeah Bepo. Thank you, too, Pen’.” Of course, shoving you only resulted in you walking over to touch Law’s arm, causing him to admire you again. Bepo frowned, furrowing his brows in annoyance.

“Hands off,” Bepo couldn’t help it. “I’m his mink, not you.”

You laugh, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Bepo. I never meant to upset you.” You back away a few paces. Law gave Bepo a neutral faced pout, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Omi~,” Penguin mimicked the name he heard Bepo call you on occasion. He placed his hands on your forearms from behind, then guided you towards the table. “C-come sit with me, leave them be, yeah?” He could feel Law’s glare burning the back of his head.

You couldn’t contain yourself, amazed that you had caused a rift between the friends. You’d have to have a conversation with Law about this and avoid any more conflict. It wasn’t your intention to cause jealousy, you simply didn’t understand it. You sidestep away from Penguin, gently touching his arm to let him know to stop. You look over at Bepo who was focused on Law.

“Why would you want to replace me,” Bepo teared up, his anger showing with bared teeth.

“I wasn’t trying to replace you, Bepo…” Law stared up at his giant friend. “Nothing can replace our bond. I’d sink anyone who got in our way. But, you can’t stop me from having other relationships,” Law’s eyes widened in surprise thinking back to what you said about having more than one partner. He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Bepo didn’t seem convinced. “Yeah, well, they’re replacing me as the person you sleep with—”

“—You really need to stop phrasing it like that, Bepo—”

“I’ve slept with you since you were little, when we lived with Wolf! I care that you don’t have those night terrors…” Bepo covered his snout. “Oh… Right.” Penguin and Shachi burst out laughing in unison. You couldn’t help but laugh, too, but you cover your mouth and try to stifle it.

Law’s face was on fire. He stood up and jabbed a finger at Bepo accusingly. “You can’t just tell everyone that!”

“This isn’t everyone! It’s Penguin & Omi!” he held his arms to his sides, hands balled into fists. It was rare to see Bepo yell at the captain.

You walk to Law and place a hand on his shoulder. He whirls his head around and grits his teeth at you, but calms as he realizes it wasn’t Penguin. He scoffed defiantly, blush apparent on his cheeks, “I don’t have time for this shit. I’m having lunch in my office,” Law walked over to pick his plate off the table, place a few onigiri and fish on his plate, then stepped out. As though on queue, the others arrived only to dodge Law, watching him in confusion as he headed for his office.

Bepo sighed, glaring at you.

“After lunch, can we talk?” you say to him, simple and straight to the point. His eyes widen in surprised and after deliberating a short time he nods. You needed to explain how your relationships worked or you would ruin the sweetest relationship on this sub. Bepo was important to you, too. Seeing that little cub you knew as a child in him at every turn made you want to protect him. If he loved Law, you needed to know, and you would support it.

The lunch was easier once you were all settled. You tried to act normal, enjoying your time with Robin on one side of you and Penguin on the other. Penguin seemed jealous of how you interacted with Robin as well, so you invited him to talk to you later, too. He seemed nervous after you asked, as though he was panicking that you knew. It was painfully obvious.

Valuing communication in relationships is important and necessary. Maybe Bepo is sold on this idea I’m trying to take Law away…, you think as you walk towards the Tang’s library. You decided it was here you would talk, while everyone was busy elsewhere. Bepo awaited you patiently, fumbling with his paws while in deeply conflicted thought. Did he love the captain? He still wasn’t sure. This could ruin everything.

“Hello, Bepo,” you smile at him, walking over to sit beside him. He frowned and glanced away, nervous of your confidence.

“Hello, Y/N.”

“I need to explain what’s going on between Law and I. Are you okay with that?”

“I feel like I already know, but sure.” Bepo wrinkled his nose at you.

“We… are friends with benefits,” you point out. “It’s just for fun. We aren’t in a romantic relationship, but it’s a new dynamic and so… Law is excited to show affection.”

Bepo raised an eyebrow at you. “Captain isn’t someone who shows affection publically…”

“The crew already assumed things when I was hanging off his back,” you chuckle, picturing the flustered Law accepting his fate. “Besides, I’m the one initiating it first.”

Bepo seemed quizzical. The fact Law allowed them on his back at all told him otherwise. He wasn’t sure how to go about explaining. He knew very little about sex in general nor relationships. Law had taught him the basics, but he wasn’t sure how to word what he suspected.

You twiddle your own fingers now, “He… is a bit jealous of Penguin, though.”

“What about Nico Robin?” Bepo’s ears perked. “I noticed his disappointment when you’re cuddling her. Zoro as well, when he tries to defend you.”

You rub your chin. You aren’t one to be oblivious, but Law was enigmatic. You didn’t want to tell Bepo outright that Law enjoyed dominance. If he didn’t own you, it didn’t feel as fun. Maybe there was a romantic element to it, but he won’t even let you join the crew, let alone ask for a committed relationship. You couldn’t see him loving you.

Bepo sighed, trying to release awkward tension. “Well, whatever the case may be… If he likes you, he could replace me. If he likes you, he’ll want to sleep with you often. You will become his comfort, not me.”

You stare at the ground, unsure what to say. You couldn’t reassure him, since that was entirely in Law’s hands. “If it helps, Bepo…” you lean back into the soft couch, running your hands along your thighs. “I am polyamorous. I date more than one person. I do not think Law could ever want to share… So I cannot make this relationship any deeper. Do you get what I mean?”

Bepo’s expression softened. “Oh… I’ve never thought of that. I don’t understand, but I see that Captain could be incompatible with you. Thank you for telling me. Although, now I worry this could break Captain’s heart,” he stifled a laugh, much happier overall. “I don’t want him to get hurt… If that’s how this works, though, then you’d want time with others giving Captain plenty of time with me as well. I suppose I feel relieved, so, thank you,” he paused a second and gave you a dirty look, “Though if you do hurt Captain, I’ll punish you myself.”

You grin, giving him a big hug. With a start he returned the cuddling. “Garchu!” you muffle your words in his fur. His giggle vibrated through your body, it felt genuine. You hoped that this would stop his jealousy from escalating any further; his love was too important to you and too important for Law. Next, you would have a talk with Penguin.

“And where are you off to?” Law stood in the hall as you walked towards the library the second time that day. He was standing towards the center of the hall, coyly blocking your path. You roll your eyes at him, but your smile is persistent.

“I’m just going to see Penguin,” you say honestly, tone soft. However, you can’t seem to make eye contact. His eyes bore into you, you felt a fiery envy radiating from him. This, too, was a relationship you didn’t want to ruin for him. Even if his feelings were out of your control.

“Let’s go together,” Law commanded, his air of authority suffocating. “I don’t want you alone with him.”

You snarl, your skin crawls, feeling as though you’ve been violated. “I told you the truth, sir. I want you to respect my privacy, sir.”

Law let out a howling laugh. He was grinning, although his eyes told you he could hurt you. “You don’t tell me what to do, love. I go where I please on my submarine.”

“Save the dismembering for the bedroom,” you retort. “I’m just going to explain that you and I aren’t in a relationship, but if he feels a certain way, it likely won’t work out.”

Law furrowed his eyebrows, grimace darkening his face. “And if you’re lying to me?”

Your heart was racing now. “The fuck do you mean by that? Am I a whore to you?” You notice Law’s grip on his Kikoku falter.

Law grit his teeth in anger, he reached forward and took your jaw in hand firmly, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Anything you say to him you can say to me. I let you stay here. I want to fuck you. You aren’t dating nor fucking my crewmates.”

You hiss, his grip felt like it’d bruise you. An involuntary heat pooled in your stomach; you curse yourself. God, he was hot when he was angry. But the things he said felt like a personal attack.

“Later, I’ll finally take you,” Law said, voice rich and smooth in your ear, “And I’ll mark you. And I’ll break you.” He let you go. Both of you glare at one another for a moment before Law turns around. “It’s up to you, though. Fuck this up and I won’t. Stay away from me and I won’t chase you.” He began walking in stride to his library. You stagger after him, the haze of rage and desire swirling in your head.

“Penguin,” Law opened the library’s door. His friend panicked, causing him to jump up from his seat and drop the book he was reading.

“C-Captain,” Penguin saluted. He dropped his arm when he saw you, “Y/N?” You roll your eyes again, arms crossed tightly to signal to Penguin you hadn’t planned this. Penguin pressed his lips into a line, looking up at Law who stood quite close, intimidatingly so.

“You came to talk to Y/N, I see? Well, go ahead. What are we talking about?”

Penguin narrowed his eyes at Law, “Erm… We planned this for us two. It’s not that you shouldn’t hear, Cap’, but… It has nothing to do with—”

“It has everything to do with me,” Law countered, now sitting coolly on the round couch that wrapped around the center pillar of the room. “Out with it.” Penguin clicked his tongue, tensing his jaw.

You walked up to him and began, with a clear voice, “I don’t want to date a single person on this ship. And by that I mean, I don’t date individuals, I date in multiples. I’m polyamorous.”

Penguin looked surprised, at first unable to open his mouth. “I,” Penguin began, slowly, “I would do anything for you.”

A blush spreads across your cheeks, as hard as you tried to maintain confidence. You glance at Law, who’s face was hidden under the brim of his hat.

“I know it’s soon,” Penguin admitted, “but I’m in love with you, Y/N.” It took an absurd amount of courage to say this in front of Law. Law was now standing, which caused Penguin to shiver. “C-Captain!” he turned to him, “I don’t need to date them. I just wanted to let it out,” he held his hands in front of him, “I’m not leaving this crew. I’m not choosing them over you,” he got to his knees and bowed his head, forehead touching the ground. “Please forgive me!” Tears began to flow down his face and onto the floor.

Law seemed to soften. “Penguin,” he crouched and placed a hand on his shoulder firmly, coaxing him to straighten himself. “As your captain, my goal is your earned respect. Don’t fear me that way. You’re one of my closest, most trusted friends. No one stands between us.”

Penguin pulled his own hat down over his face. He was sobbing, tears flowing and chest heaving. “I-I’m sorry, Captain.”

You watch the scene unfold, unsure what to do. Penguin had just confirmed this meant you were unable to reciprocate even if you wanted to. Although you had mixed feelings, an undeniable warmth filled you knowing Law was just being stubborn and did not plan to cut Penguin off or treat him like a traitor.

Law focused on Penguin, guiding him to stand back up. He sighed through his nose, conflicted on what he himself should do. He wasn’t accustom to relationships like these and he hadn’t realized it could cause rifts between his friends and himself. Should he allow Penguin to ask if you reciprocate or should he end this meeting immediately? Should he give the two of you privacy? Jealousy still crawled along his skin. He didn’t like this feeling at all. Y/N was driving him insane, he didn’t know if he loved them. Penguin was inspiring and Bepo had made him question, too… Was being poly viable? Should he share? Did he want to explore others, too?

“Okay, I trust you both,” Law whispered quietly. “I’ll leave you two alone to finish this.” He smiled at Penguin, who’s red teary face just got redder. “Be wise,” he teases his friend, “I don’t want to regret my choice.”

As Law left the room, you approached Penguin and gently take his hand. You smile widely, gently kissing his knuckle. Penguin was still recovering, rubbing his eyes. He was scarlet thanks to your attention. Unsure what to say, he silently watches you, turning his hand to cup your cheek.

“I don’t feel the same,” you say softly. His hands falls from your face, his lip quivers as he holds back more tears. “But,” you hold his face, gently wiping tears away. “Would you be happy if we had sex? That way, you can enjoy me without that commitment.”

Penguin was so flustered, overflowing with emotion, his throat was tight. He smiled shakily, then shook his head. “I won’t use you like that,” he croaked out.

You take his face and press a deep kiss to his lips. The taste of salty tears and his warm, soft lips makes you lick them. His hands wrap around your waist, reciprocating the kiss, despite how fast and hard his heart was beating. He felt light headed, but he chose to focus on the kiss. After a few moments of this, you had backed him up to sit down again and sat on his lap. He was hard, his member poking at your core.

“Wait,” Penguin slowly parted the kiss. “I… I don’t want to do this,” he rubs his damp cheek again with his wrist. “You’re… gorgeous, but… We need protection and… I don’t think Law wanted us to do this. I don’t want to upset him.” He glanced down longingly at your chest, shivering as he adjusted himself, his dick rubbing up against your heat. “I-I really want to, but, I can’t.”

You smile, kiss his cheek and stand, reaching a hand out to help him up. “You’re right…” you glance away. “I… do like you, actually, but you’re right. I want to love Law and I want him to feel satisfied before I choose anyone else.”

Penguin nods, a happy, drunk grin spread across his face. “I-I’m glad that you like me,” he whispered. “I think Law really likes you. I think that idiot is in love, too. He won’t show it to you easily, we live a dangerous life, y’know.”

You nodded, giggling slightly at his expression. “Y-yes. I’ll figure it out. I can move on from the both of you if things don’t work out, I promise you.”

Law was out of his office, active around the ship, making note of what needed to be done. His eyes would fall on you whenever he passed you, be it with Robin or Ikkaku or both. You could see a distrust in those yellow orbs; a longing, a hunger. He would be waiting tonight. He was clearly anticipating it. You wonder, based on his early behavior, if he still wanted to hate fuck you.

The idea was remarkably arousing. You liked mean. You liked a bit of pain. You worried, though, if he ever was sincere—as other pirates would be—on wanting to own you. He probably meant it in a possessive monogamous way, sure, but how he spoke earlier felt as though he didn’t respect your humanity. Did he have the urge to enslave you? Maybe in his darkest fantasies, he made you do what he wanted. The thought made you hot, it also made you sick. He could easily just switch around and do what he wanted. He was so much stronger than you.

“Wolfy,” Robin gently stroked your hair, making sure to adjust some away from your face and scratch behind your ear. “You seem nervous.” She leaned near your face, smirking sweetly. You both sat on the women’s quarters couch.

She was right. You felt pressured. Even though he was dreamy, even if he was just your type, you feared he’d stop talking to you if you failed to show your face. This was a forceful situation. You’d have to trust that he would stop if you told him to.

“I’m fine, Ms. Nico,” you grin as brightly as you could, given the circumstances. “I’m sorry, what were we talking about?”

“Oh,” Robin laughed softly, “Yes, I was telling you about Ikkaku coming to bed soon; she was busy helping Uni with a broken pipe. We can wait until she arrives, but you seem tired. Maybe you should rest now.”

Anxiously, you run your nails along your upper arms. You changed form, hunching your longer body forward. You felt safer like this, stronger like this. Many arms surrounded you; Robin used her ability to give you an all encompassing hug. She enjoyed the feel of your mink.

“I miss Chopper,” Robin said absentmindedly. You glance up, seeing her bright eyes come closer. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she coaxed.

“It’s private,” your black lips curve into a weak smirk. “I can take care of it myself, but I appreciate your willingness to help. Law wants to see me tonight, though, so…” you hesitantly add.

“Hm… I see,” Robin nods, skeptical of your secrecy. “Well… You know I can eavesdrop if you need help, right?”

“He-He’s not dangerous!” You stammer, not wanting the conversation to continue in this direction. “Thank you, Robin.” You blush deeply as she kisses your cheek, rubbing her face into your cheek fur.

“If he does not respect you, make as much noise as you can. Even if his crew will do nothing, the Straw Hat pirates will fight for you,” Robin purred. She backed away and released her technique, the flower petals distract you for a few seconds as they whittled away mid air.

You sigh and stand. “Thank you. I should go now before Ikkaku talks me out of it,” you chuckle half heartedly. Turning back to your human form, you wave at Robin as you walk out of the room. Robin waves in return, watching your tense back with slight concern. She trusted Trafalgar Law, so she would not make a move until a problem was apparent.

The halls were still bustling with activity as the crew finished up their tasks. Law was nowhere to be seen, as expected. You jump when a flash of blue passed through you. Law’s Room ability. None of his crew expressed concern, accustom to their captain monitoring their activity at certain points of the day. There was a curfew on the Tang, so it wasn’t surprising to them. As you neared the door to his quarters, this area of the Tang rather quiet, you take deep breaths to calm yourself before attempting to knock.

Inside, Law had activated his ability for another specified purpose. He wanted to know where you were. Relief washed over him when he saw you in the hall walking towards him, thus he proceeded with the rest of his inspection of his crew. Penguin was on task cleaning, he noted, and so was Bepo. Shachi and Franky were helping Ikkaku and Uni. They had finally fixed the pipe someone had accidentally damaged that day, so Shachi and Franky were cleaning up.

The samurai were also making themselves busy cleaning as they liked to do among the crew, wrapping up their own tasks and heading for the guest quarters. Usopp was already in the men’s quarters, finishing up an artwork he’d been painting. Zoro was sleeping in the helm room, he liked to help keep watch with the Heart Pirates already tasked for night watch as he slept most of the day anyhow. Law couldn’t help but value him as Zoro easily put any sea kings that disturbed them in their place.

Outside of the room, you lift a hand only for the bolted door to open, revealing a shirtless Law. He stared down at you with a neutral expression, tall and intimidating. As you usually did, you brush your fingers along his tattoos, coaxing a smirk to form on his face. With slight force, he grabs your arm and pulls you inside, closing the door behind you.

In a whirlwind, Law was on top of you. He had pushed you onto the bed, locked himself between your spread legs, and kissed your lips roughly, forcing his tongue through. You whine, trying to breathe as all your senses are overwhelmed. He pressed your hands into the sheets, fingers laced together, and he roughly humped your core.

“You’re mine,” he growled as he parted the kiss. He freed one of his hands and grabbed your chin roughly. “Don’t you want to belong to me?” he bit under your ear, sucking the skin so the blood would collect.

“No,” you finally squeak, although it became a moan as he sucked hard and slammed his hips into yours.

“You know the safe words,” Law licked at the hickie he left. He rubbed his core into yours and you suddenly realize something.

You glance down to see an especially large bulge in his pants. A little confused, you adjust yourself, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer. The tent was hard and didn’t bend as easily as you’d expect. “Is that a dildo?” You gently pinch his ear to make him stop biting your neck.

“Yeah,” he responded, his voice husky and rough by now. “You want it now?”

“Red,” you whisper. He stops and pushes himself up with both arms to look at you.

“What?” he frowned. “You don’t like straps?”

“I need to talk to you,” you state firmly. Fear boiled inside you, your hands gripped his wrists tightly.

Although he was clearly displeased, he got off of you instantly. He helps you sit up and sits down beside you, making the bed jolt. “What is it?” he demanded.

“Am I… a person to you?” You shiver, not looking at him now.

“I told you already,” Law sounded a tad annoyed. “No matter what form you’re in you’re still you. … I say nasty things when I’m jealous, alright.”

Your eyes land on his face again. He was flustered, looking anywhere but at you. “You were that jealous I was going to talk to Penguin?” You knew, you just needed him to admit it a bit clearer.

His defiant eyes narrowed at you, moving in close so his breath mingled with yours. “I don’t like sharing. We aren’t partners, but you’re on my ship. You can touch who you want once you’ve left.” His large inked hand slipped on top of yours, squeezing it tight.

You found yourself kissing him, tongues rubbing together. Your free hand runs up his thigh and grips his tent, making him moan in your mouth. You part the kiss, curiously locking eyes with him, then glancing down.

“It’s a fun toy,” Law grinned wickedly. “It doesn’t need a belt. It has an egg attached that fits inside me, typically called a strapless dildo. Has a nice textured padding to rub my dick against, too.”

“So,” you giggle, pinching his chin, “You seem to have some extensive knowledge on uncommon toys, don’t you? Do you have a collection?”

He stuck his tongue out playfully, “I do love having various collections. I always want to explore.”

This felt so intimate. Law was being honest, vulnerable, nothing how you expected since he faced you in front of the library. You weren’t in danger, you weren’t in need of help. Still, you felt weary of him. He was still stronger than you. He still had abilities you couldn’t dream up. It made you worried you could step on an eggshell during a conversation. You knew nothing about him.

“Tell me,” you whisper, stroking his hair and sideburns, “Tell me about yourself, won’t you?”

Law reached for you, hooked his thumbs in your pants and forced you both to fall onto your sides. You blush, laughing at his suggestive eyebrow wiggles. He reaches up and squeezes both your wolf ears, stroking them inside, making you shutter. He waited for you to relax, before finally speaking.

“You have more questions, huh? Always curious. Why do you need to know? You could waltz off and spread rumors, reveal my darkest secrets to the world,” he bit your lip, still grinning as you bit him back.

“Why are you so paranoid?” you press your lips against his and blow a raspberry. He sputters in surprise.

“Hey!” He pushes your face away with his right hand. You giggle and raspberry into the palm of his hand. Law’s heart was fluttering, his face burning up. His perturbed expression becomes a loving, serene smile, truly appreciating that you could play at a moment like this.

“Are you in love with me?” It was a blunt question. You whispered it into the palm of his hand, your eyes closed as you kissed it. Your fingers rub along where you knew his tattoos decorated his fingers.

Law didn’t respond. He stared at your actions, his golden eyes become a somber, amber color. You peak at him, opening one eye as his fingers close around your face, gently running down your cheeks until he pinched your jaw loosely, tracing your lower lip with his thumb.

Giggling, your hands wraps around his hand. “You’re bad at this,” you tease.

“What about you?” He interjected. “Are you in love with me?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, the smile never leaving your face. “You make me exceptionally happy,” you grin wider, “You’re so fascinating. Being this handsome is a bonus to me…”

His thumb traces your smile, playfully hooking his thumb at the end. You complain with some grunting. He laughs softly at you, pinching your cheek. A few moments pass and he stretches his arms, one under your head and the other around your waist. Again, you are kissing, though this time his lips simply pecked you, then pressed yours firmly in passion, holding the pressure with his eyes closed. Your heart thuds against your chest and you feel his thundering as well, resting your hand on his chest above it, rubbing the skin tenderly. You supposed this was his answer.

[astro-ellie]

sorry!

big apology to y’all, to everyone who’s sent asks asking where i am and not gotten a reply, every request i just never finished/published. i’m making this to apologise for going MIA and also explain why :P

at first i was hit with a severe case of writers block, i tried to write but couldn´t get anything done at all. when i finally started getting my motivation back i started having health issues, i was in sm pain and couldn´t work, couldn´t eat properly and several nights i could not sleep. eventually, i went to the hospital thinking i would get some simple medication prescribed and it would go away after a few days.

instead i got really bad news. i´m in the middle of getting the right treatment and i´ve been more times at the hospital the past weeks then i´ve been ever in my life. it´s not something life threatening right now, but it´s something that has to be treated now so it doesn´t come to that. i haven't really understood what this actually means, like i can understand what this means in theory but to understand what this means to me is like impossible. long story short, my body seems to be losing the ability to do its' job and that's why i have been in so much pain and why my bloodwork looks so fucking weird.

i´ve decided to take a break from my studies and also i´ve quit one of my jobs both because i have to take it easy both for my physical health but also for my heart, this entire thing has affected me a lot. i feel like i´ve, for the first time in my life, has had to face my own mortality and i can barely even understand that this is actually happening to me. feels unreal and i´m kind of heartbroken for myself if that makes sense lol.

on the other hand! i need a hobby because i have so much free time on my hands compared to what i´m used to. i need to do something to keep myself sane and i´ve been thinking about getting back to writing. even though i´m still sick. it´s not as bad as it was before and i feel like as long as i still try to take it easy i am in the right headspace to get back to writing! expect to see more of me here, and feel free to send requests and asks again!!!

to end this, i´m sick but it could be worse, i´m getting the help i need to get better, i apologise to all of y'all for disappearing. also i am very grateful i have amazing friends who have had the patience to wait since i was too sick to even like talk on the phone at one point, and i'm so glad that i have people (both here and irl) that are just here for me. and i'm also glad that i have you, this place and platform for me to write and keep myself occupied and feel a bit more useful than i have the past weeks.

okay, that was all, sorry for making it so long. bye babes, hopefully talk to y'all soon <3

[sssn-neptune-vasilias]

Hey, you don't need to reply to this, but I just wanted to see how you were doing, given the recent news.

Long post I guess because I started typing and couldn't shut the fuck up I guess.

TL;DR Honestly, I'm sad, and I'm tired, and I'm frustrated.

I've been a fan of RoosterTeeth since my friend Mark put me on to RvB in like... 2005? I've been a fan of AH since Michael's Impossible Game RageQuit in... 2011??? RT First was the first subscription service I've ever paid for- before my PS+, before fucking anything- the second I got my credit card in 2013. I've been a RWBY fan from when the Red Trailer first aired at the end of RvB season 10 in 2012. I've been a RT/AH fan for most of my fucking life

I've referred to Kdin as "fugz" because I just thought that was her screenname at the time. Finding out what that name meant to her at the time genuinely makes me want to vomit.

I'm still processing. Shit is still coming out. The fan is still being assaulted, let alone hit.

I remember getting into RT almost two decades ago because they were just a small indie company making silly videogame videos and they genuinely felt like a family. And I know that's fucking silly to think but I was in middle school and impressionable and that was genuinely the image that they put to the public, so why wouldn't I want to believe it? I remember watching RT expand and grow and the RvB crew get even bigger and not just being voices making Halo characters move anymore but faces playing games together. I remember Gavin, Michael and Ray get involved. I donated for LazerTeam. I've watched hundreds of streams. I've watched probably thousands of hours of RT/AH content in my life.

I thought the stuff Micah spoke about would be the worsts things got, but now we're getting everything Kdin's talking about and it's so fucking upsetting and disheartening. And I'm glad she still thinks the CRWBY are good people but like... at this point does it even matter?

I've known RT/AH have been circling the drain for a while now. It's been really fucking obvious to me at least, and I'm p sure I've made a bunch of comments about it over the years. Everything I love about RT has been in a downward spiral. Michael hasn't done RageQuit in years. Gavin and Michael don't do PlayPals anymore. RvB had two abysmal seasons back to back, gen:LOCK season 2 was such an obvious attempt to put a bad taste in everyone's mouth so we'd stop talking about the show so they could cancel it without anyone missing it. RWBY shot the goodwill it'd gathered for having a solid 2 seasons in 6 and 7 (after having an absolutely garbage seasons 4 and 5) in the back of the head with Penny and Ironwood's entire characterization. I'm not at all excited about this stupid JL/RWBY crossover, and I don't think it's gonna make enough money or new RWBY fans to even break even, let alone make much of a profit. WB just dissolved fucking Cartoon Network Studios there's no fucking shot RT survive this.

As far as RWBY goes... I don't know. And at this point, I'm finding it hard to care. RWBY's been one of my favorite shows for a really long time but I kinda just wanna tear away from it so I don't have to deal with the pain of it eventually getting cancelled. I think over 90% of my current friend groups I've made because of RT/AH content. Some of my best and oldest friends I've met because or RWBY or RvB or what have you. I'm glad after all this time I finally got to go to an RTX and meet my friends and cosplay and enjoy myself. But right now... kinda wishing I wasn't an RT fan. Kinda wanting to cancel my First subscription. Kinda wanting to just be done with RWBY and everything else.

Idk, maybe I'll rebrand as a BNHA blog I guess

[dogbunni]

sorry, i'm a random, but i was wondering how your flea bombing went? i was going through the tag because i feel so alone. 😭

i've been battling my infestation for this whole summer (end of may-currently ongoing) i don't even have pets fml. it was so hard trying to get my parents to get them to believe that we had fleas in the beginning until they actually saw them jumping on my legs is when they started to somewhat care oml, but it's been me who's trying to keep everything CALM! AAAAAAGH!!!

so i was wondering if the bombs are worth it? if so, what brand did you use? because my pest service my apartment complex uses SUCKS! a completely useless company.

Ok first of all. I am so sorry. Flea infestations are genuinely fucking awful. Like almost impossible to kill them faster than they can reproduce and getting a professional treatment is very expensive, at least where I live.

The flea bombs I've been using are the Pet Expert Formula P fumers, they recommend treating the house 3 times over 3 weeks, I just did the second treatment today actually. The first time I flea bombed, I did notice improvement for the first 3-4 days, my cat was happier and less itchy and I saw no fleas. Towards the end of the week I began seeing fleas again.

Flea bombs are less convenient than other forms of flea control bc they take at least a few hours to work and you have to be out of the house while they're going off, and then air out the house afterwards to avoid breathing in the fumes. Also, you have to avoid mopping and vacuuming floors for up to 2 weeks afterwards, so you don't reduce the effectiveness of the pesticide. Which tbh I am really struggling with. Like I need to clean the fking floor what do I do 😭 But they do fog EVERYTHING*, where as other methods only target floors or pets themselves.

(*make sure all food stuffs and cookware/tableware is not contaminated with the pesticides, you don't wanna be getting that in your mouth. And wash bedding afterwards too.)

Other forms of flea control I've tried include sprays like Indorex (I found this to be almost completely ineffectual, but as you don't have any pets it may work for you?) and carpet dusts. The carpet dust I got online says it also kills flea eggs and larvae which is what sold me on it, as other flea solutions only kill live fleas, which means the eggs in the environment just begin hatching and then the cycle continues. I used the flea dust on some of my carpets yesterday, I thought I could use the dust (which needs vacuuming up after letting it sit for 30mins) to get the eggs/larvae and then kill the live fleas w the flea bomb the day after. Sadly my vacuum cleaner died spectacularly, bc fuck my life, so I can't say much abt the effectiveness of the dust yet. I'm hopeful tho.

I've also tried non-toxic flea spray which can be sprayed on surfaces, floors, upholstery, pet bedding, and even pets themselves. I didn't really see much improvement and it was fucking expensive (£7 for a small bottle) so if there's no animals in your house I'd try the other toxic sprays first.

Other methods I use are directly on my cat, he gets a spot on treatment every month from itch.pet and I give him a capstar flea pill before I treat the house to ensure the fleas are killed on him and in the environment. He also wears a flea repelling collar but I can't say it's ever done much.

It's been a constant battle. I hate to be a downer but I've been fighting this flea infestation for about 2 years now and the fleas are still going strong. I hope that the third flea bombing next week will put an end to it but I'm not like super convinced that it will. After this, I will have exhausted all methods available to me and the only option will be to get the house professionally treated. RIP my savings I guess.

I wish you the best though, since you don't have any pets I think you have a chance to get rid of them yourself, I'd recommend starting with sprays like Indorex and carpet dust (I don't have any name brands to hand for that one) I also recommend washing as many fabrics as possible on a hot wash while you treat your house, clothes and bedding can't be sprayed down but can still be infested with fleas/eggs. And follow all safety advice with products like Indorex and pet expert flea bombs. Those fumes can be nasty. Good luck! And I'll make an updated post once I've finished treating my house completely.

[shotorozu]

encountering a ‘pick me’ girl

character(s) : kirishima eijirou, todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

warning : PICK ME GIRL, misogyny (?) pick me girl makes an off handed comment about your body but it’s not detailed at all

PART TWO — PART THREE

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, but they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, angst if you squint

note(s) : i made 2 versions of this post so,, if you’re reading this— then i probably decided that i liked this one more than the other one i made,, anyways, i used real life examples 💀

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kirishima eijirou

i’d imagine that eijirou would have an idea of what a pick me girl is— i mean, there were probably 2 of those girls in middle school

but has he experienced it first hand? nahh.

though, eijirou didn’t think he’d encounter one when he was already in a healthy and committed relationship!

eijirou is practically friends with everyone— and yeah, even the most unexpected. so, he’s bound to accidentally befriend a pick me girl

him, being the nicest one out of all of the characters in this list, will still be nice to said pick me girl, despite wanting to snob them to the core

because really— you can’t really fight fire with fire in some cases

but, he can be everything but lenient when the pick me girl starts insulting you for doing certain things, and for absurd reasons too

like,, how you laugh, and how you take care of yourself (for example— if you wear makeup, or how you style your hair)

which is odd! everything about you is everything but the things the pick me girl has stated so.. he cannot stand by.

SCENARIO

the girl giggles to herself after that snide comment leaves her lip gloss coated lips. eijirou shifts uncomfortably— honestly taken aback by the anything but subtle insult that was thrown at you

“like.. seriously! it’s honestly quite superficial if you look at it like that. who the hell would put that much effort infront of your boyfriend? i’d assume they’d see everything AND everything but.. i guess not.”

you blink. superficial? now that’s a new one. the girl infront of you has been babbling insults sugarcoated in boasts the entire time, and you’re just wondering if it’s about time you guys leave but—

“well that’s unfair,” your boyfriend laughs, “i put the same amount of effort as this cutie right here,” eijirou pokes at your cheek, earning a quick laugh from you— which he can only thank the heavens for that

“but that’s different. it actually looks put together when you’re doing it, eiji.” the certain glint in her smile makes you want to wipe it right off with a dirty mop, “it’s impossible to look put together with expensive clothes, but being built like a—”

the sound of the sliding of a chair is quicker than your actions, and it easily cuts her off.

“i’m sorry, but we gotta go, it’s totally not cool of you to say those things about Y/N!”

“what? but i mean.. it’s true, right? i’m looking out for them! they’re literally out here l—”

“bye!” eijirou waves her goodbye with your hand, dismissing the sour expression on her face— as he dashes off with you

you’d question how he’s just so nice to people like that, but when he turns around, you could see the distaste in his eyes

“so that’s what a pick me girl’s like,” shaking his head, his expression lights up with such a quick manner “i’ll never make friends that are like that again!”

safe to say, eijirou’s friend list has been a a person shorter ever since that incident

bakugou katsuki

oh, so that girl’s bold bold.

if she thinks she could get away with being a not so subtle pick me girl infront of bakugou katsuki, then she couldn’t be more wrong.

it’s absolutely revolting— i mean, he hasn’t displayed any romantic feelings towards ANYONE that isn’t you.

also, they’re quite gutsy if you ask me. so congrats for having guts??

i don’t think he’d be friends with a pick me girl. he’s very selective of who he’s befriending, so it’s probably your friend that’s the pick me girl in this case

he wouldn’t know what a pick me girl would be, but he’d probably know the description of one.

over some time, he’d grow some resistance to insults directed at him, but when someone insults his s/o

oh boy. that’s not good. remember when i said that katsuki was almost like your scary and intimidating dog

this is what i mean

knows he can’t make a scene, so his first option is to be dismissive asf— but if said pick me girl literally can’t get it, he won’t be afraid of shoving some explosions into her face

because his hands are rated e for everyone

SCENARIO

“so you wanna be picked or something, is that it?” he hates how you literally have the resistance of a rock— which is something he always liked, but in this case hated. if it weren’t for you— he would’ve blasted explosions into her sorry excuse of a face until it’s beyond recognition (that wouldn’t be hero like, is what you’ve said in the past, but he disagrees.)

but seriously? ugh. he just wants to leave this horrid place, and make some dinner with you in the comfort of his home. why are you even friends with her anyway? she’s not even trying to be slick at this point.

“p-picked? i’m not understanding, katsu.”

“it’s bakugou.”

“right,” her laughter is like nails on chalkboard, “i’m just watching out for Y/N, y’know? there’s no point in wearing all of that.. on their face.” and she’s obviously referring to your obviously very well done makeup

“it’ll make your skin terrible in the long run! and really— i couldn’t really understand on why someone would wear that much, when you could survive with i dunno.. lip gloss at most?”

you would’ve actually said something as a rebuttal, but your boyfriend is quicker, and a lot more direct than anyone else in the area.

“just say you can’t do makeup and fucking scram,” katsuki’s ice cold glare finally breaks out of the act he’s been trying to hold together for you

“their makeup is fucking bomb as hell, compared to your ridiculous spider lashes, lady. come back when you’ve watched james charles’ entire fucking channel.” he harshly states in similar bakugou fashion, despite the lack of screaming.

and if you squinted hard enough, you could see tears welling up in her eyes. but katsuki tugs your hand before anything else could be said

“let’s fucking go, you need better friends.”

he makes you cut ties with all of them, and he practically scolds your terrible choice of friends— but he goes quiet when you tell him that you’ve been friends with her since middle school

“good fucking riddance. next time, i’ll punch them as soon as they say something outta line, got that?” and next time (hopefully, there won’t be a next time) you’ll actually lash out— or maybe,, you’ll let him loose for once.

todoroki shouto

now shouto might be,, socially unaware sometimes. but he can tell whenever someone’s trying to insult his s/o

like,, right away.

now— you both run into this person after a pleasant date, and she eagerly presented herself as your friend

so, her attitude catches him off guard because who’d have anything rude to say about you and towards shouto’s face? especially when it’s about something normal.

like,, wasn’t she your friend?? why is she even like this?

his hostility is very well known, so they should be scared.

he gets detached from the conversation, and he’ll immediately go cold— and shouto would probably go as far as walking away with your hand in his

doesn’t matter if he properly says goodbye or not— if a girl’s being rude to his s/o, they obviously don’t deserve his usually polite attitude. nope, that’s a luxury.

oh— and what more when they’re seeking for his validation. newsflash! said pick me girl won’t be get any from him.

SCENARIO

shouto couldn’t stop the bitterness bleeding into his mouth, when the girl in front of him continued to babble and take up the valuable time he had left with his s/o

initially, she presented herself as your friend from middle school— but as of now? she seems to be more interested in him more than you, despite knowing you first.

she’d ask him a string of obvious questions with very obvious answers, like ‘is she treating you well?’ ‘is she acting correctly?’ and questions of the sort

“oh, sorry! i’d hate to cut this conversation short, but—” you finally decide that it was about time to leave, while shouto looks pretty,, deadpanned right now, you could tell that he was gradually starting to get irritated by your friend’s words.

“wait. thats.. kind of controlling, don’t you think? do you ever let shou make decisions?”

“uh.. controlling? since when??” you question at the accusation. this girl knows nothing about your relationship dynamic, and she’s already jumping the gun and making conclusions.

your gaze snaps back to shouto, who looks just as surprised as he could possibly be.

“yeah! it clearly looks like he still wants to talk” which is an obvious lie, shouto just wants it out of here “i wonder how you managed to snag such a guy like him,” she comments with a smile that looked anything above suspicion (yet, it makes your stomach churn)

you could see the way her hand gets gradually closer to him— and frankly, you’re not sure about what she was planning to do next, “you wouldn’t need to dress all expensive and fancy, if you’re with a girl with an already classy appear—”

“i think this conversation is over,” shouto grip is firm on the wrist that was attempting to grab his shoulder, shouto makes no attempt to even look at the girl infront of him “i don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not humorous. at all.”

“what?” she stammers, drawing her hand back “i-it’s obvious they don’t know how to take a joke! this is why there are barely any good w—”

shouto’s next actions knocks her speechless, his hand rests at the small of your back, before gently guiding you forward— “love, what movie are we watching later?” he says, making an effort to press a quick, yet intense kiss on your lips

“oh,” you breathe out, surprised by this action. “don’t be so tense, love.” shouto comments on how tense your shoulders have looked, ever since she started running her mouth, “now.. what movie do you want to watch tonight? comedy? thriller?”

“you pick,” you laugh at the quick shift of topic. and when you look behind you, you could see shame and defeat welling up on her face. shouto finally feels like he could smile again, the bitterness dissipating from his mouth

after shouto questions you if that was what a pick me girl was, he makes sure that you guys won’t ever encounter such thing again

“you.. don’t have more friends like that, right? if you do— we could always do another friend list cleansing.” this statement makes you laugh but shouto is anything but joking

but being reminded of his reaction to that ‘pick me’ girl does puts a smile on your face.

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Long time reader, first time asker (I’m new to tumblr so sorry if this is formatted wrong or anything)

Have you read/do you have opinions on Meyer’s ‘The Host’? I read it recently and thought you and vinelle might have opinions on e.g

1. the (probably unstable?) four-person relationship between Wanda, Ian, Melanie and Jared at the end, or

2. how Melanie and Wanda would relate to each other after the novel ends (since we see so little of that).

Your and vinelle’s blogs were what got me hooked on tumblr btw, thanks for that :p

I have read it actually, @therealvinelle has as well but it's been longer for her. Here's some previous thoughts in general, thoughts on the fire eaters, and thoughts on the next generation of humans.

There's a lot of interesting shit in The Host along with a lot of the 'fucking weird' Meyer never fails to deliver. I, personally, quite enjoy it.

What's the Future of the Four-Person Relationship?

As you note, I think it's very unstable, and Wanda herself even notes as much both at the end and throughout the course of the novel. The signs are not looking good.

Wanda, of course, points out the obvious at first. She is not the body. To humans, our bodies, for better or worse, are extremely hard to separate from who we are as a person. We think of ourselves in terms of hands, feet, mouths, etc. We change our appearances, or the bodies we're stuck in, to try to suit us better but this causes much strife and hardship.

For Wanda, it's just a body, and there's a very real question of "If I did not look the way I currently look, would you still think of me the way you do?" Ian blusters and tries to argue his way out of it even when Wanda points out she very easily could have been in the body of a human man or even simply a woman he finds unattractive. She came in the body of a young, athletic, good looking woman. That makes a difference.

Later Ian tells Wanda that he purposefully put in no judgement at all with pride, letting the others pick her body. And there's a thought I have there that Ian... is trying a little too hard to be able to tell Wanda that it makes no difference to him. Especially as Wanda ends up in the body of another young, attractive, white woman who Jared picked specifically to pull on an observer's heartstrings.

The issue of "you sure you want to tap that, Ian?" is never really addressed or resolved for all that Wanda lets it go at the end of the novel.

We also have the plotline that Jared... seems to fall in love with Wanda. It becomes difficult to differentiate Melanie and Wanda when they're the same person and as the story goes along he seems to have more and more respect for Wanda and at the end even chooses to save her life despite it going a) against his beliefs and everything he's been fighting for b) puts Melanie back in the hot seat. By saving Wanda and putting her in storage, keeping her on Earth, he is condemning a human to death. Now, they sort of wriggle out of that by choosing a braindead human who will never come back, but the point remains that this goes against their principles. They are enabling their own takeover in this manner, and relying upon the horrific things the souls have done to their species to keep Wanda with them. Not to mention, if they hadn't found anyone... Melanie would have volunteered to take Wanda back. Something that Jared should never ever want and should have made entirely impossible.

Then of course we get Jared's hungry eyes in the last chapter, when Wanda's in a new body, where she wonders, "What the fuck is he confused about? I'm the only one who's an entirely different person now!"

Adding to this, of course, that Melanie was 17 and a refugee when she and Jared started their... "not sexual because he's a gentleman" relationship. They weren't together very long, stakes and passion was high, and Melanie loved him primarily because he made her feel secure. So long as she's with him, she and her brother will never be caught.

That's great and all, but do they really know each other all that much or value each other much beyond being two people they could rely on? Then, of course for Jared, a symbol of what the souls had personally taken from him then butchered in the form of Wanda coming crawling back with Melanie's body.

Then, of course, there's "How attracted was Ian to Melanie anyway?" And he puts on a good show, but again, he seems to be trying very very hard to show Wanda that he's not into that at all. Ian is a Soul Man, that squishy human exterior is nothing to him. He'd totally bang Wanda if she was in a dude. Totally.

None of that spells good things for anybody.

I suspect disaster will strike.

Jared and Melanie will probably fall apart first as Melanie realizes that Jared has feelings for Wanda. Not helping, of course, that he specifically picked out Wanderer's new digs because he liked the way they looked.

Ian and Wanda might limp along further, but Wanda will likely always know that their physical relationship is contingent on the body she happens to be in and whatever her body's hormones decides "me like" today. I imagine she'd mostly feel bad for Ian, and not want to bring up that this is something of a farce.

With added drama as Melanie and Jared fall apart.

How Do Melanie and Wanda Relate to Each Other After the End

I have more hope in that one.

These two went through hell together and both have nearly died for the other's sake. For all Wanda took, she gave Melanie back her family, gave her people a future at great cost to herself and her people, and gave Melanie the love of her life back.

Melanie would be horrified at Jared's affection for her, and is very upset about it throughout the book, but she can't rationally blame Wanda for it and knows it. By the end of the book, she seems to be pretty even keeled about that whole thing when it comes to Wanda's end of the equation.

I imagine the pair remain very close.

Your Delightful Praise

Thank you! Look @therealvinelle praise!

[darkmulti]

I see your request is open for hc yay!

Can i request A!JKxO!Reader where jK has a huge dick and reader is a virgin and also his mate. So JK marries her and forcefully deflowered her and forcing orgasms out of her (bleeding/blood play while deflowering her is up to you). She found out JK’s obsessions of forcing orgasms out of hers until she passed out every night. JK also has a breeding and breastfeeding kink so he wanna knock her up just so he can breastfeed on her. He locked her up, all the time he spends with her is used to breed her while forcing as many orgasms out of her. Ok thats too long of an ask, sorry.. 🥺 thanks! 💜

-> I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SHAUSHSHS

⚠️: NON CON, mention of blood, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia kink, angst, death, murder, slapping, somnophilia kink, rough sex

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Virgin!reader

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Your breed and Jungkook’s breed are not on good terms

The reason why is because your breed have better senses and are a lot stronger

Jungkook’s breed is the second strongest and let me tell you, they don’t like second place

Since they outdo your breed in numbers, they travel around in large packs and kill wolves your kind

If they eliminate all of you, they’ll be on top

Your parents raised you to stay away from them

They’re just trying to keep you safe because you’re their only child

They allowed you to explore the forest, but you couldn’t go too far

They still needed to be able to smell you out

You’re parents also told you howl if you felt like you were in danger

And you can only explore during the day time

Once it’s night, you must stay close to your parents so they can protect you

One day, you were sitting close to edge of a cliff

This was your favourite spot because it gave the perfect view of the sun setting

10 minutes later, you decided to go back to your pack only to be horrified by the scene

Your pack… everyone was dead

Blood everywhere

Bite marks all over their body

You walked into the crime scene more and saw your parents dead on the ground, next to each other

You immediately burst out into tears, not believing what you’re seeing

“Mom! Mom, please! Wake up!” You nudged her but it was too late

You sat down in between your parents and grieved the whole night

Why couldn’t they kill you too?

You were about to close your eyes but, caught an unfamiliar scent

Your natural instincts kicked in and you got up

You started looking around but that’s when something attacked you from behind

You fall to the ground and knock out after they give you one hard blow to the head

The next morning, you woke up in a bed

You frantically looked around, trying to put the pieces together, but that’s when he popped out of no where

His scent didn’t fail to reach you and once you inhaled it, you remembered all the traumatizing events of last night

Your heart rate increased and you immediately started to panic

“Where’s my mom?! Where am I?! Take me home!”

You started to freak out

“My mom told me to stay away from monsters like you! Leave me alone!”

You let out a piercing howl and made a run for it

However, Jungkook was faster and much, much stronger

He got a hold of your wrist and dragged you back to the room

He quickly pulled out his phone and shoved it in your face

You were squirming around at first but once you heard a familiar cry, you stopped

Jungkook was showing you live footage of wolves your breed, tied up god knows where and howling for help

Your heart crumbled into a million pieces

“W-why are you doing this to us?” You choked on your sobs while watching your breed beg for mercy

“Marry me, and I’ll let them go.”

You looked at him, appalled

“Marry? I won’t marry you. After you killed my family, you want to get married?!”

You pushed him away from you and slapped him

Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue and quickly dialed a number

“Kill them all.”

You look up wide eyed and shouted “No!”

“You don’t wanna marry me so, now I have to kill them.”

“Wait! No! I’ll marry you! Please set them free!”

Jungkook smirked in victory and told his buddies to stop

“Wedding is tomorrow. Everything is planned, all you have to do is get all dolled up for me and say “I do.”

He left your room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping your tears away

The next day was the worst day of your life

They woke you up early so, they could start getting you ready for the wedding

Once you said “I do” at the alter and signed the paper, Jungkook lips turned into a evil grin

After sealing your marriage with your first kiss, Jungkook drove you both back to your new house

Once you got inside you turned around and faced him

“I did what you asked. I got married to you and now, I’m your mate. You got what you wanted. Now show me live footage that you’re letting the wolves go.”

“You’re so cute, y’know? You really fell for it. The footage wasn’t live. Those wolves have been dead for a while. I could show you the footage of me killing them, if you’d like.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach

“What do you mean? It wasn’t real?!”

“You’re so naive, little one.”

You look at him, dumbfounded

“Why did you kill all of them? Why did you kill my pack? I just don’t understand. Why did you kill all of them just to marry me in the end?”

“Lower your voice, I don’t like being talked to in that way.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled and turned around to leave

He pulled you back and carried you downstairs to the basement while you kept thrashing and yelling

“Let me go, you sick bastard! I don’t want to be near you. Your scent is disgusting!”

You made the worst mistake of your life that night

That was the first time you made him angry

He tried controlling himself but, after you insulted his scent, he wasn’t going to go easy on you

One hard slap after another shut you up pretty quickly

Now, you were terrified of him

Your cheeks were warm and stinging as hot tears glided down

All you could think was “why?”

Why was this happening to you?

Why was only your breed being targeted?

Why did he kill all those wolves?

It mentally tore you apart

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything going on

Before you could fight back, Jungkook got on top of you and pulled your dress down

“W-what’re you doing?!” You quickly grab your dress and struggled to keep it up

“No! No, please! I’m not ready! Please, I’m not ready! I hate you!”

You began to panic, so naturally you howled

“Please! I want my first to be someone I love! Please, don’t do this to me! I’ve never done anything bad in my life! You can kill me if you’d like!”

Crying and fighting wasn’t enough to stop Jungkook

He pushed his whole length in and started fucking you hard without letting you adjust

You frantically cover your breast and private part with your hands but he flipped you around and took you from behind

You felt disgusting and worthless

Your blood was streaming down your thigh and it covered his cock

Jungkook grabbed your ripped wedding dress and wiped up all the blood so, you’ll never forget this day

He threw it in front of you to make you feel even more bad about yourself

You looked away from the dress and focused on your breathing

The speed he was going at was unbearable therefore, it was quite hard to catch your breath

You started to cry for help, calling for anyone who was brave enough to save you

Jungkook’s size wasn’t easy to adjust to

It felt like you were being ripped apart

Especially because it was your first time

“P-please! S-slower! I can’t-”

Your voice cracked in between your sobs

You felt his cock grow inside of you and his tip began rubbing against your cervix

The pain was too much to handle so, you started to cry harder

“No! Too much! I can’t take it!” You wailed, trying to move away from him

He pulled you right back and went as deep as he possibly could

You came around him and thought it was over

Little did you know, it was just the beginning

Hours later, you were under him sobbing hysterically

You were filled with his cum to the point where it was leaking out of you

There was literally a puddle of cum in between your legs

You had bruises all over your arms and body because of his tight grip

And his strong scent made your head spin

You were a helpless, mess

Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline

Your lips were swollen from all the rough kisses

Your clit was burning from overstimulation

Your cheek was red and bruised

But, Jungkook didn’t plan on stopping

You felt like you were going to pass out when suddenly ripples of forced pleasure pushed through your body

You held your breath and tried fighting off the feeling but it was impossible

You started to cry more, not being able to handle the fierce orgasm

You sobbed uncontrollably, not know what was happening to your body

Before you could open your eyes again, you passed out

Jungkook hovered over you again and fucked you 10x harder after watching you spasm around him

He didn’t care that you were unconscious

You looked so hot in that moment, he couldn’t resist

This continued on for the rest of the year until he purposely impregnated you

If his offspring had a mix of his genes and a mix of your genes, it’d definitely be one of the strongest wolves to ever live

You were crying so hard, telling him to stop because you weren’t on anything

After you found out you were pregnant, he blamed it on you

“You have one fucking job and it was to take your pill.”

“I ran out of pills and I told you that night! I told you to stop. Jungkook, I tried my best to warn you but you didn’t listen-”

He pushed you back on the bed and forced another orgasm out of you, not caring about your pregnancy

You couldn’t fight him off so, you stayed still and hoped for the best

You didn’t want to stress out because it would be bad for your baby

Although you were pregnant, Jungkook demanded sex

Even when you were 8 months pregnant, he still fucked you as hard as he could

You were in so much pain but handled it for your child

The next month, you gave birth

You were obviously new to the mom life and it was quite difficult to adjust

Usually, women have to wait 4-6 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse

The doctor explained it to both you and Jungkook, so it’s not like he doesn’t know

After you breast feed your newborn son, you tuck him into bed and go to your shared bedroom

You were still in a lot of pain and really wanted some rest

Jungkook was out hunting and when he came home, he was a bit intoxicated

You smelt the alcohol the moment he stepped in the house

He stumbled his way upstairs and slammed the door shut, scaring your newborn

Your son started to cry so you quickly got up to put him back to sleep but Jungkook didn’t allow you

“See what you’ve done? You wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you had just taken your pill.”

You ignored him and went to your son’s room to put him back to sleep

Jungkook followed you to his room and pulled you out before you could pick up your son

“Did you listen to what I said? I’m fed up with this attitude of yours.”

“Let’s not fight in front of him. We’ll talk in the room.”

You escaped his grip and put your son back to sleep

When you enter your room, you see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his belt in hand 

Your heart dropped to your stomach

“N-not today. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.”

He scoffed, “do you really think I give a shit?”

He raised his voice a little and you gestured him to keep it down

“Don’t yell, he’s sleeping.”

“This is my house, I can talk however I���d like.”

There was no winning against him, especially if he’s intoxicated

You thought you could hold him off for the night until he’s sober again, but you were completely wrong

You were going to your side of the bed when he whipped his belt below your butt

He pulled you by the hair onto the bed and pulled down your night shorts

“I can’t, Jungkook! It hasn’t been 4 weeks! No!”

Jungkook always gets what he wants

His body weight kept you down as his cock plunged deep inside your cunt

You haven’t healed properly, so the pain was intolerable

You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed

You still needed to be quiet but it hurts so bad

You pushed your face into your pillow and attempted to let out quiet whimpers

“It hurts! Please, slower!” You whispered

Jungkook purposely went faster and the skin slapping was so loud, you were afraid it’d wake up the baby

You were gasping for air, trying to get his body weight off of you so you could breathe normally

An hour after, you had another orgasm

You clutched onto the bedsheets and tried your hardest to remain silent

Jungkook came inside you again and collapsed on top of you, making you groan

He grabbed your right breast and began sucking as hard as he could until milk squirted onto his tongue

You tried squirming around to get him off, but the more resistant you are the more aggressive he gets

In the end, you passed out like always

You kept your distance from him and gave all your attention to your son

He hated that your attention wasn’t on him 24/7

So, he gave your son to his parents for a full month and kept you locked up in the basement

For that whole month, he fucke you senselessly

You were having orgasms every night; you couldn’t do it anymore

He’d bite down on your nipples and manhandle you all sorts of ways

You were exhausted but your son’s life was always on the line

Jungkook could easily hurt him

He doesn’t really care about your son

(I mean, he does but he acts like he doesn’t so he can use it against you.)

Jungkook only looks at your son as your weakness

He’ll make you have three orgasms in a row and if you tell him to stop or slow down, he mentions your son and it immediately shuts you up

He loved having so much power over you

He could literally fuck you for the rest of your life

You didn’t understand why this was happening to you, but there was nothing that you could do about it

There’s no one that could help you and even if there was, Jungkook will always one step ahead

No one dares to mess with him

I know this has lots of mistakes. I’m so sorry😭

[hanazuma-inactive]

Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

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katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol. 

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying." 

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down. 

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance. 

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now. 

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it. 

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you. 

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-" 

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened. 

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy. 

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv. 

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top? 

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan. 

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world. 

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?" 

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his. 

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny." 

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window." 

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either. 

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased 

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator. 

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands. 

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it." 

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock. 

"what do good boys say katsuki~?" 

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…" 

"that's a good boy…" 

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time. 

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back. 

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face. 

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain. 

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life." 

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you. 

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure. 

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back. 

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands. 

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you. 

[wolffe-simp]

A Clones Padawan (18+)

Another 3am piece of work

Pairing: Reader x Wolffe

Warnings: Smut, established relationship, creeping around, marking, Dom!Wolffe, V in P, unprotected, Wolffe wanting to be a baby maker, Jealous!Wolffe

Wolffe can't control himself when someone tries to flirt with his Padawan.

The music seeped into the body of the female as she danced to the beat, her very being trembling with the vibration of the speakers. While her skills for graceful movements were usually used in lightsaber training with her master and other Jedi, (Y/N) enjoyed the rare moments where she got to dance and let go, to be herself in one single moment.

After many weeks spent on the battlefield, the Padawan of Plo Koon just wanted to enjoy a night out with her clones. Sinker and Boost had "persuaded" her to tag along, telling her that the whole squad, including Commander Wolffe were going to be there. The thought of her Commander, her secret clone boyfriend, giving into the pestering of his brothers had made her giggle to herself, telling her friends that she would see them later on. Moments of self enjoyment were rare but getting to spend time with her Commander were even rarer. She had spent the rest of the day picking out the perfect outfit, fixing her hair and applying the right amount of make up to try and drive Wolffe mad.

Her mission to tease her Commander was what had led her to the dance floor, moving her hips to the beat. She threw her hair over her shoulder, sparing a glance to the table where the Wolfpack usually occupied. Most of the lads were locked in conversations with clones from other squads that had decided to join them. Yet he sat there, eyes transfixed on her figure, fingers tightening around the glass in his hand, imagining her body beneath the dress that hugged her features. She made eye contact with Wolffe, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue as she threw him a wink. She watched his jaw tighten, trying to keep himself composed, not wanting his brothers to take notice of his slowly crumbling composure. There was nothing in this galaxy as beautiful as her, the second his general had introduced her to the pack, he had been transfixed by her sheer beauty. A goddess that had somehow fallen as deeply in love with him as he had with her, the fact that only he got to hold her, please her, made flames of arousal spread through his veins.

The music changed to a low song, causing her to let out a small breathless laugh. She moved away from the dance floor, heading to the bar to order herself a drink before she returned to her squadron. As she leaned against the bar, the air rippled around her, the force alerting her of the presence that appeared by her side. Slowly, she turned her head to face the person, raising a thin eyebrow at the man in the seat next to her. He wasn't a clone, that was for sure, from what she could see, he was a green, plump male of a race unknown to her and looking her up and down with dark beady eyes.

"Hello beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" He tried to purr at her, the words only coming out as slurred syllables.

"No thank you, I can buy my own," She replied as the bartender brought her, her drink.

She picked it up, moving to make a quick get away when the man suddenly took her by the wrist, jerking her in his direction. She leaned away in disgust as he leaned towards her, his breath stinking of both alcohol and rotten fish.

"Just one, little drink." He insisted.

"I said no, now release me." She snapped in return.

Before he could say anymore, the man was suddenly ripped away from her and slammed against the side of the bar. Wolffe practically growled and he held the man by his shirt, eyes alight with pure, burning fury.

"She said no, take the hint or you'll be swallowing your teeth." Wolffe snarled lowly. "Do. You. Understand. Me?"

The man was whimpering in the presence of the clone commander, intimidated by the sheer anger radiating from him. He couldn't find his voice, so nodded quickly, letting Wolffe know that he more that understood what would happen if he bothered you again. Wolffe slammed him into the bar again for one final measure before letting him go, watching the man stumble into the small crowds of clones scattered around. A few had seen the transaction and glowered at the man, while a few others came to the aid of their vod and led the man outside, likely to follow through with Wolffe's threat or to intimidate the man enough to ensure he never came back.

Wolffe was still shaking with rage, his hand clenching and unclenching by his sides. (Y/N) reached out a hand to rest on his arm but he recoiled from the touch and stormed outside. Worried that she had done something wrong or that he was going to get himself in trouble, the Padawan put her drink down and raced after him, wanting to make sure he was okay. She followed him a few blocks away from the club before he stopped, allowing her to catch up with him, his back still turned to her. Once she finally reached him, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the closest alley, pinning her to a wall.

"Wolf-"

His name barely left her lips before her was silencing her with his mouth, hot and heavy. She whined softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering close as her hands fisted into the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was rough and intoxicating, arousal sparking in the pit of (Y/N)'s stomach. They were lost in each other, both we desperate to have the other, especially after not being able to alone for so long. But after her display and the audacity of that drunkard trying to take what belongs to the commander, the dam finally broke, their self control giving way to the need to feel the others body against their own. After a moment, Wolffe pulled away, dark eyes taking in the red, kiss swollen lips of his precious Padawan. She was breathless, panting softly with parted lips, making the Commander smirk down at her. His large hands stroked down her sides, sliding down to her backside so he could lift her up, giving her a moment to wrap her legs securely around his waist.

Normally, Wolffe would want to take things slow, to show (Y/N) how much he loved her, to tease her until she was begging for him to take her. But something feral had taken over him, making him want to do nothing more than fuck his love until she was screaming his name, until she was filled to the brim with his seed. The thought of her carrying his child suddenly crept into his mind, enticing a low, rumbling growl from the depths of his chest. His lips moved to her neck, biting harshly into the skin as he pressed his body into hes, his arousal grinding against her core.

The feeling of him grinding against her made her moan wantonly, her hands reaching down to push down his pants, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. He groaned when he felt one of her hands slip past the waistband of his blacks, slender fingers wrapping around the hardened flesh of his manhood, stroking along his length for a few seconds before pulling him from his confinements. There was no slow burn, no teeth rotting romance, no dirty talk, no pleading, only one simple need.

She gasped, hand gripping his shoulders when she felt him push her panties to the side, giving himself access to her core. For a split second, he ran his manhood through her fold, allowing her juices to slick him up but to also give her a moment to back out. Instead, she pulled him into a seering kiss, whimpering as he slammed into her with one powerful thrust. He didn't wait for her to adjust, simply pressed her further into the wall, pulling almost all the way out before surging back into the depths of her sex.

She cried into his mouth, allowing him to swallow her noises of pleasure as he continued to slam into her, her legs tightening around his waist to draw him in more. Wolffe groaned, finger digging harshly into her hips as he took her, bruising her with the mark of his fingertips. (Y/N) pulled away from the kiss to bury her head in his neck, growing more vocal as began to thrust faster, plunging into her even harder.

He could feel her walls trying to clamp around him every time he went to pull out, felt them quiver in excitement when he brushed against them to seek out the spot that would make her scream. She was practically sobbing against him, feeling him fill her like no other, feeling the jab of his manhood against the entrance to her womb. The heat inside her was growing, building into a raging fire, growing hotter with every thrust. The alley echoed with the sound of skin slapping against the skin, the sinful voices of their pleasure bouncing off the walls and fading into the night. Both could feel themselves growing closer to their releases, it had been so long since they had done this that it was almost impossible for them to hold on for much longer. (Y/N) could feel the falter of Wolffe's hips, his movements becoming erratic. Wolffe slipped a hand between them, fingers circling her clit and making her keen. He toyed with the bundle of nerves, feeling her tighten around him like a vice, making it harder for him to push deeper into her. She felt his lips on her neck, feeling his teeth sink into her tender flesh, the pain and the pleasure making her cry out as the fire inside her erupted. Her insides quivered around him as he continued to fuck into her, riding her through her climax until he buried himself as deep inside her as possible, spilling his seed into her awaiting womb.

They stood there, panting softly as they basked in each others presence and the aftermath of their releases. (Y/N) left soft kisses along the length of his neck whole Wolffe ran his hands soothingly up and down her sides.

"I should try and make you jealous more often if this is what happens." She mumbled into his skin.

Wolffe chuckled softly, turning his head to place a gently kiss against the side of her head.

"I'll just have to start punishing you Mesh'la."

His words made her moan at the image of being punished, not realising how enticing the idea sounded until now.

Wolffe pulled out of her, setting her down gently before tucking himself back into his pants. They made themselves look more presentable before leaving the alleyway, making their way back towards the barracks and the Jedi Temple, both feeling more relaxed.

"You know I love you right?" (Y/N) suddenly blurted out, the scene of the creepy guy playing on her mind.

"Yeah, I know and I love you too."