#we love suntan

[switch4roo]

When saphhic Yuri Suntan for lesbian week 🔥

[bichikichi]

It's them

[itsyaboyredacted]

More doodles because I have issues

(Also google why would you show me those images I just wanted Aubrey references *head in hands*)

[thiziri]

A suntanned Commander Tim Laurence in 1989.

[astros-arts-inthestars]

Here's something I got you guys from my beach trip!! Here *Scuffles through cooler* have a Caprisun <3

As I said here <3

[alex-just-vibing]

HHHHHHAND BURNT SUNFLOWER </333333

[palmtreesx3]

Deeper for You

Summary: (5.1 k) It's your annual beach trip with the crew from Hawkins, something you've all been doing together your whole adult life after life forced everyone to part ways. You're all close, but this year, an accidental encounter in the outdoor shower makes you get a little closer with one person in particular.

This is self indulgence at its finest. Fresh off my last week at the beach this summer, I needed a little Beach Steve in my life to tide me over.

Steve x Reader, NSFW 18+ Accidental exposure, friends to lovers, breast play, female oral, fingering, dirty talk encouraged, a little orgasm denial, maybe a spank and unprotected intercourse in the shower.

Crystal water. Crystal skies. Beach chairs circled around umbrellas and coolers. Crisp beers slipped in aging koozies and passed around like old times. You and your friends have been doing this for years. Ever since goals and lives and even some wives have taken the group here and there, Nancy started organizing this annual beach trip for the group from Hawkins. Years and miles have nothing on deep seeded trauma, she said once, in a too cheerful voice despite it's truth.

The heat of the sand between your toes and the smell of suntan lotion have become a comfort to you, just knowing you're back there with your closest friends. As you all creep closer to thirty than you'd like, this week never fails to make you feel nostalgic, youthful and forget all of your problems because it never feels like an ounce of time has passed with any of these people.

This year Nancy had to upgrade the rental - more rooms for yet another married couple in the mix, Eddie adding a wife - a little too sweet but just enough sass for him - into the fold. It was your first time meeting her, really meeting her, because no bride has the time for new friendship on their wedding weekend, and you've had such a nice week spending time with her. Chairs in the sand by the waterline together with a book most afternoons, leaving the raucous energy that comes after some morning beers as background noise to your fantasies.

"What are you two ladies reading over here anyway" Steve pokes at your shoulder on his way down to the water to cool off.

"They're fantasy novels, Steve. Naughty books, if you must know." You tease back, Eddies wife blushing beside you at your brazen honestly.

"Naughty books? Like love stories where they kiss and share a bed?"

"No Steve, like '... And then she felt the tips of his finger circle her clit before toying with her folds and the wetness pooling between her thighs. Edging her, pulling her closer but never giving her cunt what she really wants'" you read in an exaggerated and breathy voice direct from your page, picking up right where you left off. "That, Steve, is Naughty Books. "

"Shit. Okay. Well I'll leave you two to it, then. What the fuck." and he trots off into the waves. Sunkissed skin a perfect contrast to the white, foaming waves he's now floating in.

"So, that… you guys have a thing before or something?" Eddie's wife asks softly. So sweet, you can't even be mad at her for it.

"Steve?" You laugh, "No-no no. Just go way back "

"Oh I'm so sorry" she squeaks out, "I just thought… I mean you guys. Nevermind."

"Don't worry about it. We're all a little too close for comfort sometimes. I get it. We just have always gave each other shit as long as I've known him, that's all."

Later that night, the whole group gathers in the back of the house around a huge built in fire pit, all taking turns sharing, giving updates about life and work and families.

Late nights have been happening all week around this pit, but tonight is cool, and the Sangria Robin and Max mixed up is keeping you chilled.

"Hey, honey. You finally quit or do you want to join us over here?" Steve calls over to you, beckoning to the group of smokers over on the bench seat to the left of the fire.

"Every time I try… someone like you offers me a smoke and here I am again." You shrug as you lean over to snag the pack of cigarettes from Steve's outstretched hand before taking a seat. You slide out a slim cigarette and pull the lighter from it's spot in the back, lighting up and passing it back, kicking your feet out on the coffee table in front.

"Someone like Steve, what's that supposed to mean? You hurling insults again?" Johnathan teases.

"No, no. Byers, shut the fuck up. Lemme enjoy this sweet nicotine with my friends in peace, okay?" You roll your eyes, not actually knowing what you meant either, before shooting a look at Max sitting with the group. "Since when did you sit on the smokers bench? Huh?"

"Don't start with me mom. You've tried to quit four times a year for the past 10 years, so I don't even wanna hear it from you." The redhead sasses back.

Such a beautiful, self assured young women she's grown into, despite having such poor eyesight from…everything that happened…you have always had a soft spot for Max, and she for you. The glasses she wears are thick, despite years of corrective surgeries, but they don't take an ounce away from how lovely she's grown to be.

"Yeah yeah, just shut up and enjoy it. I bet Lucas hates it. Doesn't he? Goodie two shoes." You quip back and Max giggles in agreement, both of you taking a long drag as a follow up.

"You two man-eaters are trouble." Steve jabs.

"Excuse me, man-eaters? The one who has been dating the same guy since middle school and me, who goes on what, maybe 4 dates all year? Yeah total man-eaters, Steve."

After finishing your smokes, you all rejoin the group, playing dollar games of cards and dice, laughing the night away at bad luck and bad jokes. El has been banished to watching over participating and when Eddie's wife asks why, the mutters and mumbling of a wide variety of excuses poured out.

"It's uh - against her religion!" straight from Dustin's mouth won out, mostly because it was the loudest. So now you're all pretending El is Muslim, and that's definitely not going to last the rest of the week.

It's nearing two am as you pad up the stairs, pockets 10 dollars deeper, sand still clinging to your feet just barely and Steve's button up on your shoulders from when he passed it to you to quell your chill. Just like every other night of the trip, you sleep like a baby, tucked in a soft mattress with softer sheets and the blanket of a decent buzz still coursing through your bloodstream.

The next day is the last on the shore and after a late start and breakfast cooked up by Nancy and Johnathan to sop up the hangovers the day goes on much like the rest before it. Relaxing in beach chairs and blankets, music softly humming from a boom box in the shade of the umbrella, balls being tossed in a friendly game of touch football in the loose sand by the dunes.

The tide was rough today and swept you and Eddie's girl away on your chairs once before you slipped your books back in your beach bag and decided if you can't beat it, join it. Frolicking in the waves together, the rest of the group is shortly behind you joining in.

It's not five minutes until Eddie is tackling his wife into the crashing waves, rolling her dramatically in the lapping waves and sand. Max and El are jumping through crashing waves, hand in hand trying to make it past the crest and to where it is calm. Some of the boys are sitting in the sand watching and enjoying the cool breeze you catch when you're closer to the sea.

You, well, you were enjoying yourself wholeheartedly. That is until you're making your way back to shore and a huge wave creeps up behind you and slams you to the ground. Water currents tossing you around a bit like a ragdoll, it's a moment before strong arms pull you up and out, wiping your hair out of your face and brushing the wet globs of sand off you as you regroup. It's Steve who's got you and brings you back to shore, where you flop down on the sand together and burst out in laughter after you're both sure that you're alright, making it even harder to catch your breath.

The day at the beach was way more sandy than usual because of it all, sitting in the sand, being thrown around by gritty waves and soupy sand finding it's way intermingling with your bathing suit. You just can't wait till the end of the day to shower and hose off, so you dip away to hop in the rinse shower along the side of the property. Door swung shut, you run the water cold so it's as refreshing as it is a welcome rinse to your body where the sand is sticking and scratches.

Hair slicked back by the cool droplets, you're realizing quickly that a simple rinse won't rid your swimsuit of all of the caked in sand. Maneuvering your emerald green one piece to shake free the grit of the ocean, you're making progress as you drop your wide set straps off your shoulders and start working out the sand from your upper half.

It's just then that Steve must have had the same idea, and he's traipsing through the door of the shower himself, only to find you, strap down, left breast fully exposed, tan lines of your right crisp and leaving nothing to the imagination the way the suit is bunching down, and your hands coaxing the water over them from the low pressure showerhead to work off the sand.

"Holy fuck!" You both yell at the same time.

Yours an exclamation. A "Holy FUCK!" A barked out reaction to the surprise. The admonishment of your friend who doesn't seem to pay a goddamn mind to anything going on around him or he would have heard the shower tap on and running when he approached.

But his… Well, his was a statement. A "Holy. Fuck." Drawn out. A deep and gravely comment made to acknowledge the surprise he's found. More of an interest than an intrusion.

So when you reached to cover yourself and hide from embarrassment as a knee jerk reaction, he didn't make quite as quick a move to leave you be. He lingered, just enough for you to notice and under his breath whispered out again "Holy fuck."

Adequately covered, or at least enough that you can feel functional at this point, you look at him to quip "Are you just gonna stare or what?" And you expect him to snap out of his titty haze and leave you be to shake out the rest of your sand trap, but he doesn't.

Instead he asks, "Well, is that an invitation?"

Your eyes narrow at him, and he shrugs in reaction. "You can't be serious, Steve. Get outta here."

"I save you, and this is the thanks I get?" He teases, and you can't help but see how his eyes, blown out and black, don't move from your body when he says it.

"Steve." You say, quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I can thank you later." comes out just above a whisper.

"I think I'd rather you thanked me now."

When you don't argue back, or say anything for that matter, he takes that as enough of an answer as he needs. He knows you, and he knows that you have no problem telling someone to take a hike, so if you're not yelling at him like he's a small boy who got his hand caught in the cookie jar, he knows you're inviting him to take a bite.

So he's inside the shower quicker than your mind can even catch up to what's happening. He's crowding your space and reaching backwards to do the one thing you forgot to do yourself, hook the damn lock. You're pretty sure this man hasn't moved his eyes from you since the moment the door opened and at this point, you're meeting his gaze.

A sweeping hand, under your ear and landing on the nape of your neck is what shakes you out of your daze and before you know it his lips are on yours. It's a bruising thing, the way he presses them into yours, pulling you closer still by where his hand is cupping your head with his broad hand. You come up for air just a second before he backs off and you find yourself, open mouthed and smiling into his lips, still pressing into you. "Fuck. Honey. I- you okay? With this? I don't wanna… "

"I know I tell you this all the time, but this is different. Steve, you fuckin talk too much. Shut. Up." You say, emphasizing your words with two little tugs to his own hair where your hands have snaked around, too.

And he takes this welcome advance as an opportunity to wrap his other hand around you, up and under your arm, resting at the center of your back. Pressing together, you're so close. Impossibly so, and every little tick of the hip or twitch of the lips can be felt by the other instantaneously. He's testing you out but getting bolder by the second when he experimentally rolls his hips just a bit before coaxing your legs a bit wider to slot his knee in between. You gasp out at the feeling of him against you and involuntarily find yourself rolling your cunt against his thigh.

"Ah-oh fuck. Shit. Steve." You squeak out, as you look down to see that he's tucked up his swim shorts high enough that your grinding on his exposed thigh. Bristly hair on his legs commingling with the scratch of the sand and sea salt on your own thighs.

"C'mon, honey. You came in here to get clean. Me too. Lemme help you, yeah? '

Nodding your permission, he gently slips his fingers under the still loose straps of your suit, coaxing them down further, fingers ghosting over your arms as he works them down.

You've been doing this trip for years, and you swear the last thing you ever thought would happen was having Steve fucking Harrington peeling off your wet swimsuit in the shower. "You sandy all over, huh? Me too. Gotta rinse you off." he says, as he's reaching up for the shower head, detaching it from its base and bringing it down in between the two of your chests. Holding it there for a moment, he seems to consider this whole thing for the first time. "You-your good, right? I mean, I trust you. Do you trust me? "

"Yeah Steve, I do." You say, pressing your forehead to his and blinking away droplets gathering on your eyelashes.

He pulls the rest of your swimsuit away from where it's suctioned on your tummy and works it down your body, dropping heavy and wet on the shower floor. Once it's out of his way, he's back on your lips, sucking in your bottom lip just as you feel the cool water hitting your clit. Steve moves the shower head gently but purposely around your whole cunt, paying attention to your sensitive bud between passes through your folds. "Gotta get you cleaned up, huh? Need you clean for me. For what I'm gonna do next." He teases and you moan at his words.

Not exactly sure what he has planned just yet, you let him keep working your pussy clean and with every second of the pulsing jets of water hitting your clit rhythmically. "Yeah, baby I think you're all set." He states, replacing the shower head where it belongs and reaching his free hand down to rub through your folds, checking to be sure you're comfortable and free of that pesky sand.

When he's met with yet another whimper he's immediately dropping to his knees on the wet planks of the shower floor "Can I please, please taste you. Please."

"I didn't take you as one to beg, Harrington." You whisper out the tease.

"I will for this - for you. God, would you just answer me?"

You look down at him and nod but he wants your words instead, commanding you to speak up. And so you do, you gasp out confirmation just as his lips latch on to your already sensitive clit. He suckles there a little bit, before moving to make his tongue wide and flat coaxing noises from you that he doesn't want to forget the sound of.

He throws your thigh over his shoulder, giving him deeper, more angled access to your cunt, working you, moving it in and left to right. You cry out as his nose nudges at your clit while he slips a finger in up to his second knuckle and the cry turns silent as he keeps up his ministrations. Droplets of water are tickling down your chest and stomach, soaking his hair and face where he stays tucked in between your thighs. He shakes his head back and forth tapping at your clit with his movement and making you see stars.

Adding in another finger, he keeps lapping at your pussy, taking breaks to nip at the place where your thighs meet your sex and back again. He licks off a trail of water along the seam of your leg before making his way back to your center. Scissoring his fingers, he groans right into you and the vibration of it all drives you wild. "God, you fuckin taste like heaven. So good." And he dives back in, running his wide tongue along your entrance, drawing it front and upward toward your clit.

This time he pauses and presses his tongue up into the base of your clit, holding it there just as he presses both long fingers up and into your spongy spot, freeing the most wanton sound yet from deep within your throat. It spurs him on to keep going, pulsing that tongue and stroking that spot within. You're tensing and shaking under his strong grip and soft tongue, leg still hiked high over him, water cascading around the both of you. You're tumbling over the edge quickly after that.

In a bit of a daze and with wobbly knees, you swing your leg back down off his shoulder and bring him up towards you by his ears, wanting to taste yourself on his tongue in ways you never have before, and he looks beautiful like that. Eyes wide and wanton, hair dripping wet down his hair spattered chest, jaw slack in his own lust and pleasure, lips a deep pink and swollen from working you up down there. You bring him up fully to meet your lips and groan into his mouth, your taste heady and salty and beachy.

"I think you're clean" he laughs out as he pulls back just slightly and you can't help but bark out a laugh back. He takes the opportunity to latch on to your neck and bites at the skin under your ear.

In that moment you decide you're not done with him.

Tugging at the ties of his swim trunks, Steve pulls back to look at you. "N-no, we don't have to."

You hear his words but you also feel the hardness underneath those trunks, "Steve, it's - it's no big deal. You started this. Let me… let's finish, yeah?" You eye him teasingly, eyebrows raised, "Something tells me you want to."

"You're a menace, you know that right? Always have been."

"Yeah, but you're into it, apparently." you stand on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear.

"Fuck. Fuck. Yeah." He gets out as you lick the water droplets up "Seeing you here every year. Highlight of my trip. Swear to God."

And as his soaked trunks hit the floor, the pair of you are both fully exposed standing under the running water together. Running your hand along his chest, playing with the tufts of hair there, you hook your finger though the thin chain hanging from his neck and pull him closer. "Steve." You whisper into his mouth.

"Yeah, whaddya need, honey?"

"You. God just, please fuck me. Okay?"

Clutching you close by the waist, he hikes your leg up and around his hip, reaching down along your ass to rub at your pussy from behind, working you up again. Almost teasing. The rock hard length of him is pressed up between your two tummies, begging to be paid attention to, so you break your bodies apart for just a second to angle him down, slipping if wetly between your lower lips - a mix of water and your hot dripping slick letting him slip through your folds.

A whimper slips out of your lips as his head catches your clit and he takes the opportunity to press into you, sounds something like a growl falling from his own lips at the feeling. Your mind is going blank, but the one thing you're sure of is that Steve Harrington's dick is huge. "Ohmigod, you're, bi- oh" you moan as he adds another few inches, moving slowly for you. "Fuck, you're huge. Jesus, Steve."

"Yeah? Biggest you ever had? God, tell me it's the biggest you've ever took."

"Shit" you hiss, as he bottoms out inside you, yelping out as you both finally meet at the base. "Yeah, shit. No one's ever been that fuckin deep, Steve. Holy shit."

"Fuck, yeah. I'm gonna move now, okay? You're good, right?" And you nod, enthusiastically. Almost too enthusiastically.

You've known Steve almost your whole life. You've played on playground swing sets growing up, rolled your eyes at his antics at your friends' parties in high school, cheered him on at basketball games and worked alongside him as lifeguards at the country club pool. You give him shit, he gives it back to you. You share comfortable silences and close friends. He's had your back in the face of monsters and raging fires… But right now, all that's on your mind is how he's pounding into your pussy in this shower and why this has never ever happened before in all these years. Because Jesus Christ, it's feeling euphoric.

The slapping of skin echoes loudly in the wooden and metal enclosure of the shower, bodies slick with water , hands gliding along your back and along your ass, keeping that knee hiked high for him, yours clutching the front of his shoulders and digging crescent moons into his skin. He's making noises, has he thrusts up into you at a bruising pace, hitting your cervix and making you cry out…but he's holding back all the same and all you want is him to let go a little more.

"Fuck, wait. Holy shit. Lemme just… " you drop your leg down and hear his small whine as he slips out of you, but you're quick to flip your body around, leaning forward and bracing yourself on the beams of the wooden door frame, shaking your ass at him in an invitation to get close to you again. "Wait. Wait… " you gasp out as you feel his tip nudge against your entrance from behind.

"What's wrong? Are you .. are you okay? I can stop." He gets out through heaving breaths.

"No. I'm good… but if you wanna finish me off, you gotta do one thing for me." Looking over your shoulder, giving him a playful but serious look.

"What'dya need. Honey. Anything. What do you want?" He holds his cock, pulsing and screaming to be let back inside your warm and velvety walls, dots of precome rinsed off by the droplets of water as fast as they emerge.

"Don't hold back. Just… .let me hear you. I wanna hear you. Talk to me. Don't shut up. And fuck - fuck me harder" you hiccup out.

"Yeah, yeah okay. I'll … I'll - fuck" he pushes in fully in one slide, no resistance from you in the least. "You wanna hear how good you make me feel huh? Always so cocky. Jesus."

His fingers are pressing into the tops of your thighs, purple mottled marks already blooming there under his fingertips as he pulls you backwards, spearing you on his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. His other hand is wrapped around your waist, reaching for the soft of your belly, snaking up your chest until he finds your tits, nipples peaked with the chill of the air now that you're not directly under the stream of water. He runs his thumb along your nipples, giving them a playful flick back and forth before massaging them and pulling you up to meet him, back to chest.

In this position, you can drop yourself down as you meet his upward thrusts, bouncing on his cock and you feel his tip nudging a particular spot inside you that makes your walls constrict. "Oh honey, yeah? That's it. That's the spot isn't it?" And you can tell that has Steve's mind going off the deep end, making good on his promises to let you hear him, he's babbling, water splashing and raining down on you both, his grunts getting louder, and your name slipping off his lips in a whisper, like it belongs there.

Reaching back and around his neck, you turn so that you can see him and tilt his down to meet your gaze. Mouths both open, panting into one another, lips touching but never connecting because you can't quite sync up with the way you're both grinding on each other. "Jesus Christ, hnng fuck, I'm gonna… honey. Where do you want me? C'mon. Tell me."

You hear his sharp intake of a breath and feel his lips latch on to your throat, leaving sloppy kisses and sucking a bruise into it that you know you'll have to explain to your friends later. "Nnn-no. No. Not yet. I told you, lemme hear you. You're holding back I can tell."

"Oh-okay yeah. Gimme a sec. " He breathes through his nose taking in the scent of whatever vanilla soap you were using before he barreled in, maybe a little coconut still left over from your sunscreen, too. He exhales as his hand drifts down your front, settling over your mound and expertly finding your clit once again. He's rubbing figure eights, before sliding it between his two fingers, giving it pressure and pull from the sides as he continues to thrust into you from behind, bouncing you with very little effort because of how wet and slick you are from the shower.

"You're a fuckin' piece of work, you know that. Shit - taking me like this… fuck. " He growls out as he bends you forward fully now, holding you up by your chest as he rams into you. Leaning over just enough to get close to your ear he whispers in "Ya gonna let me come now? Fuck - ya gonna let me put it on your back? Huh? Your tits? Where do you wanna have it, honey?" He hisses as you grind your hips backwards and clench down hard on his shaft, squeezing on him and making his thrusts slow down, become more meticulous, more purposeful.

You're gasping in air and squeaking out noises of all kinds in time with his thrusts, telling him just how good he's making you feel between breaths. Just how deep he is hitting you. Just how much you wanna hear him when he comes. He's huffing out breaths and promising you things like next time as he's incoherently babbling praises at you as you ride back on his dick.

"You like when I talk about coming for you? You wanna have it, yeah?"

"Y-yeah I wanna. Inside. Do it inside, fuck!" You shout out, water from the showerhead beating on your back as his thrusts are jolting you forward where you're braced against the door. The janky little rusted metal latch holding on for dear life as he continues his pace, chasing his high and praying to God you let go with him.

He's feeling bold now that his brain is only chasing your orgasms. He groans the loudest moan you've heard from him this whole time as you feel him tense behind you, keeping up his movements but, just barely. His hips are stuttering and his hand falls down on your ass in a loud smack. "Ohhh shit. Honey. Yeah. That's what I'm talking about."

Your walls give him one last squeeze and you grip him tight, legs shaking under you as your orgasms rushes over your whole body. He has to hold you up as it rolls through your body, flashes going off behind your eyes as you cry out with pleasure. The pain from the smack to your ass being washed away with the cool of the water trickling over you.

It takes him only three firm thrusts more to fill you up, stuttering sounds falling from his lips. Incoherent blabbers and praises and gasps of your name spurting out along with his come.

You're both absolutely breathless, heaving chests and deep sighs filling the air while still connected to one another. Steve pulls you up slowly as he slips out of you, and spins you around. Still cradling your body and wrapping you into him, he pulls you both under the water to rinse off and come back down from wherever you both are floating off to right now. As you stand there swaying under the cascade, he brings his lips to your temple with a kiss as he mutters "I did mean it. I love seeing you here every year."

You hum along with him, because you do love seeing him too. You just never thought about it like this before. And now that you have, you're pretty sure it's the only way you can from here on out.

"We should probably get back down to the beach. I'm sure at least one of those nosey dipshits have noticed were both missing by now." Steve says against your skin.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. But you are the one explaining these marks you left on me. I'm not saying a peep."

"Aw, c'mon sweetheart. You had a lot to say when I was in-"

"Stop that right now. If you wanna even think about doing this again, you're gonna stop right now." You roll your eyes at him while wrapping yourself with a towel and unlatching the door. As you back out and start up towards the house to grab a new swimsuit, he sees the grin on your face.

"Yeah, okay honey. Shutting my mouth now...so I'll definitely see ya later, then." He says with a wink, just as the door shuts and your left naked, wrapped up in Steve Harrington's towel with all your friends gathered round the grill out back making lunch watching you as you make your way around the path.

Eddie snarls a wide grin at you as he brings both thumbs up, his wife slapping his chest when she notices. "Hey Nance!" He yells out. "I think Harrington's got himself a new roommate for next trip!"

[badgerbl00d]

one piece boys confessing their feelings

☆ characters: zoro, mihawk

☆ up next: what are we? (law x reader)

☆ a/n: my two favorite swordsmen.. i didn't realize how much i missed writing for zoro so definitely expect more marimo content in upcoming posts. enjoy lovelies!

zoro 

“Let’s go fishing, Usopp,” Luffy laughed, “Oi! Zoro! Wanna fish with us? I heard there’s Sea Kings in these waters!”

Zoro waved a hand in Luffy’s direction to dissent, though he wasn’t really paying attention to anything happening around him.

A third bottle of beer found its way into the hands of the scarred swordsman, and was happily chugged within seconds.

His head was buzzing, though not from alcohol.

He was nervous.

He wiped his sweaty palms against his shirt for the umpteenth time that night, trying to work up a sense of courage. 

To his satisfaction, no one else had seemed to notice his behavior, 

You were flipping through a magazine with Nami, suntanning in the tiniest bikini he’d ever seen. 

He couldn’t think straight when you were around and he really needed to- now more than ever.

For weeks now he’d been trying to think of how to admit his feelings to you- a harder feat for him than most.

To completely let down every wall he’d spent years and years building up for even just a moment or two of vulnerability.

He’d come close to telling you several times already, and he was pretty sure he might have let something slip before when he was drunk, leading to more than one awkward morning after. He’d avoid you, beat himself up over it, get drunk again that night to forget anything ever happened, and repeat the night before. 

It was a disaster. 

“You know,” Sanji had said one particularly awkward morning after- more to himself than Zoro, “You’d have a better shot if you didn’t ignore her completely the morning after a horrendously drunk and half-assed confession.”

Zoro had ignored him and stormed out to cut something in half but his advice- if you could call it that- stuck with him.

So here he was now, looking for a quiet place so he could rehearse what he was going to say.

What did he want to say? He paced back and forth, muttering lines he’d written down from movies or famous love quotes.

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more,” he’d tried, turning towards a mirror to see how he looked. 

Absolutely not. You’d definitely read that book. 

“You have bewitched me body and soul- No. No way, I’m not saying that.”

He crushed the piece of paper in his fist and opted to take a nap and have a drink, failproof support systems that had yet to fail him. 

“I don’t know, Nami,” you said, “I mean he’s been drunk every single time and it’s starting to really piss me off. 

It’s like… every time I’m stupid enough to believe it! Even though I know he’s drunk he gets so sincere for a moment or two and says stuff like ‘You're really beautiful you know that?’ or ‘I feel… a connection with you’. And I’m dumb enough to believe it every damn time.”

“And then he ignores you the next day and pretends nothing happened.”

“Yeah. It’s so weird though, ‘cause I swear- it’s like he gets possessed by rationality and calm in the midst of being a drunken idiot and he says these things with such intent! It’s jarring. I mean he goes from a moron to a Jane Austen romantic hero. What the hell is that?”

“I mean, no offense,” Nami started, your stomach churned with dread before she could even continue, “But maybe he’s just.. you know, trying to hook up. Drop some half assed compliments and hope that’s enough to get him laid.”

An uncomfortable feeling of sadness swallowed you whole. You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. 

“I know. I don’t think he’s lying about the attraction, but it would save me a lot of grief if he was just straightforward. That way I could just hook up with him and get it over with.”

Nami laughed, “Gross! You know he showers like once a week right?”

“I can fix him,” you said, laughing with her. 

The boys had caught a mountain of fish and sea creatures, so Sanji had promised you all a feast. 

Brook had started playing before the sun had set and Robin and Franky were dancing. 

You played some beer pong with Luffy and Usopp, while Nami helped Sanji in the kitchen. 

You loved nights like these, but as much as you wanted to enjoy yourself you knew that with parties and fun came booze. 

And with booze came a certain drunken swordsman promising you sweet nothings. 

You tried to focus on the game but were getting badly beat. 

You walked into the kitchen to sit with Nami who was sipping on a piña colada, special treatment from Sanji, of course.

“Make me one too Sanji-kun! Please,” you asked. 

He gladly obliged. 

The three of you talked and laughed while Sanji cooked, enjoying the music and sight of the younger boys playing with Chopper. 

The kitchen door swung open and in walked Zoro, who had been very clearly napping. His hair was matted in some places and his eyes still carried the sag of someone who’d been involuntarily woken up from a nap.

“Smelled food,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

You finished your drink and got up out of your seat. 

“Leaving, Y/n?” Sanji asked. 

Zoro turned to look at you, like he was about to say something. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m gonna go read for a bit. Thank you for the food!”

Nami shot you a sympathetic look and waved bye to you. 

Zoro sighed, not totally oblivious to the timing of his entrance and your departure. 

Sanji and Nami glared at him.

He rolled his eyes at them, “I’ll fix it.”

And he walked out to join Luffy. 

Amidst the general excitement that had spread itself throughout the crew over the course of the night was Zoro who was making his way toward the crow’s nest, in hopes of finding you. 

You were tucked into a corner of the room, reading a book. 

Your knees were up on the sofa and you seemed to be nearly asleep. 

He felt somewhat guilty interrupting you.

But it was now or never. 

He walked in, not saying anything. 

You sat up, closing your book. 

Your stomach was in a knot. 

The swordsman sat next to you, close enough that his knee touched yours. 

He was sitting up straighter than usual, and seemed restless, fidgeting with his hands until he finally set his left hand on top of your right one that was resting beside you. 

Your eyes widened, you were surprised by this, but didn’t say anything. 

“Y/n, can I tell you something? I’ve been meaning to for a while but I- Well, I’ve never done anything like this before so I fucked it up. More than once. So I’m going to fix it right now.”

You nodded hesitantly, caught somewhat off-guard by his unusual behavior. 

“I love you.”

Your heart stopped. 

Everything around you momentarily stopped as your brain tried to catch up to speed with everything that had just happened.

In an instant you were suddenly hyper-aware of everything- the strong pulse of your heartbeat, the sweat that had gathered on your palms, how you felt suspended in both motion and time as he sat waiting for some kind of response. 

But you knew Zoro, and recognized that rosy glow on his cheeks. You knew that when he approached you after midnight with unusual confidence and gusto, on a night when you’d all been celebrating. 

How he always sat next to you, closer and closer every time, this time placing his hand on top of yours. 

You broke eye contact to look down at your hands. 

“I love you, too,” you chose to interpret it as a friendly drunken slip-up, “Make sure you tell everyone else that you love them too, or they’ll get jealous.”

You turned back to your book, trying to ignore the ache in your chest, covering it up with an unconvincing smile.  

“No.”

You turned, confused, “N-no?”

“I meant it.”

You didn’t say anything, just stared at him. 

“I love you.”

The air around the two of you was completely stagnant, full of tension. 

He’d done this before; gotten drunk, been suddenly affectionate and touchy, and then acted completely normal the next day, even ignoring you when you tried to talk to him about it. 

You weren’t going to let it happen again. 

Scoffing, you brushed him off, moving your hand out from under his.

“You’re drunk,” you said, trying to ignore the disappointment that had started to spread throughout your body, “Why don’t you get some water? Or bread? But don’t do this to me again.” 

You got up and placed your book down, ready to make your way to your room and try and forget anything had happened, like he would.

A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

Zoro stood up behind you and turned you around to face him.

“I’m not drunk,” he started, “Last thing I’d want to do is ruin this with some kind of idiotic drunken rant. I-I want to remember this- I want you to remember this!

Everything about this- how damn cold it is up here, what you’re wearing, what I say to you, how it ends, everything.”

His hands were squeezing your shoulders, and his stare was full of an intensity you couldn’t have reciprocated if you tried.

You’d seen him before in battle- swords drawn, back hunched, and eyes settled onto his victim like a hungry animal. 

But this was different, it was vulnerable. He was being weak in front of you.  

He took a deep breath. 

You had never felt so focused in your life, your eyes were intently set on his and your brows furrowed in concentration as you took in everything about this moment. 

“I love you! I love you and- and I don’t mean it the way we say it to each other in battle, or as crewmates.

 I hate that! I hate calling you my crewmate, my friend, my companion. 

You are! 

You are, but I hate that that’s all I can call you. 

So I came to you to tell you that I love you.

Entirely.”

He brought his hands down to interlace them with yours. 

“I love you,” he said again, this time bending down slightly to level his eyesight with yours. 

He looked at you with concern, lips slightly parted.

Your breath was shaky and you had unconsciously grabbed onto his forearms to stabilize yourself while you tried to process what was happening. 

You stayed silent, your confusion as evident as his desperation. 

Another few moments passed with no words exchanged, it felt like the whole world was holding its breath- waiting for you to say anything. 

You took a deep breath and swallowed, your mind racing through the millions of different things you wanted to say.

How dare you? Are you serious? I love you too! I never want to talk to you again. I love you too! What happens now? 

Zoro’s grip on your shoulders softened and his shoulders sunk. A look of disappointment settled itself onto his stoic features and he let go of you, in a kind of heartbroken acceptance. 

He nodded, more to himself than you. 

“Goodnight,” he said, walking back out. 

“Zoro- Zoro, wait! Wait, please.”

He stopped and turned around- Were those tears in his eyes?

“I love you, too,” you said, in a much calmer tone than expected, “I have since I set foot on this ship, since I first saw you. I love you.”

His eyes widened and he picked you up in his arms, wrapping them around your waist as you sunk into his chest hugging him back with all the force you could muster. 

He spun you around, pressing kisses to the top of your head. 

You cried into his chest, and felt a tear or two fall onto your forehead when you looked up at him as he finally set you down.

“I thought that- I thought I’d fucked everything up and that-”

Zoro was rambling, his hands holding onto you again, with a grip that reassured you he didn’t want to let go. 

You interrupted him by crashing your lips into his, sending him reeling backwards.

He landed on the floor, one arm breaking the fall and the other wrapped around you.

You straddled him and deepened the kiss bringing your hands to rest on his chest as he pulled you closer into his body.

The two of you kissed and kissed, pulling away only when you were desperate for breath, before resuming again. 

When you were finally tired enough, you simply sat smiling like idiots at each other. 

“I should’ve been honest with you months ago,” Zoro said, bringing a hand up to your face, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek. 

You grabbed his forearm, leaning your cheek into his hold.

A smile spread out over your face.

“It’s okay, I knew.”

mihawk

He’d been dreading it for weeks- months, even. 

Never in his life did he think that he’d find himself in a position of having to stay on Red Hair’s ship, but here he was. Sat at a table on the deck, an overflowing pint of beer in his hand, and Red Haired pirates laughing and swearing and drinking on all sides of him. And then out of nowhere, there was you. 

They told him you’d been part of the crew for 5 months now, a rookie pirate in need of a ship and some stability and had found your way onto the Red Force after winning several games of poker against Shanks. 

He’d had an eye on you from the moment you walked out onto the deck, in a pair of deliciously short shorts and a tank top that hugged your curves in the most alluring way he’d ever seen. 

You poured yourself a pint and played a game of blackjack with members of the crew whose name’s he didn’t know, or care to know. 

He sat with Shanks and the other officers in the crew. 

“She’s somethin’, isn’t she?” Shanks asked, laughing as he took note of his friend’s interest in you, much to his evident annoyance.

“I suppose I just didn’t think a woman like that would be on a crew like yours, Red Hair.”

“Neither did we,” Benn chimed in, earning a playful nudge from his captain. 

A sudden eruption of noise diverted their attention towards the betting table you were sitting at.

You were smiling, graciously accepting your winnings from your crewmates who were alleging cheating.

“There’s only four jacks in a deck!”

“I saw her hand moving!”

“She was card counting!”

Yasopp laughed and called you over, “Before they start swinging!”

You approached their table, weaving your way toward them through your drunk and rowdy crewmates, before taking a seat next to Mihawk, who was clearly uneasy with your presence. 

What was he supposed to do? He felt a strange desire to make a good impression on you, and realized part of him was hoping to form a friendship. His stomach churned at the unusual feeling. 

“Didn’t think I’d ever meet a legend like yourself,” you’d said to him, as you extended your hand, “Y/n, pleasure to meet you.

You’re a lot less scary in person! And a lot more handsome.”

You smelled like cherries and whiskey, sweet and addicting. 

He took your hand, despite his embarrassment at your compliments and against his better judgment followed up with, “Likewise.”

Shanks whistled, and put his arm around the swordsman’s shoulders, “Never seen you flirt before!”

The table laughed and you asked Benn for a cigarette, bending over to let him light it for you. 

“Calm down, Shanks,” you said as you puffed a small cloud of smoke, “No one’s flirting.”

He felt his chest tighten slightly, had you not been flirting? He wasn’t experienced but he figured that you had at least professed some kind of interest. 

You turned to look at him and winked. 

His chest tightened again. 

Lucky had started another card game, and you played as you talked. Mihawk asked about your life before piracy- a story for another time, you’d told him. He talked about details of his life that were unknown even to Shanks- small things like his garden at home, his favorite things to cook, and even certain details of his warlord duties. It was unlike him to share anything with anyone, but the way you stared up at him batting your big doe eyes with a cigarette hanging lazily from your plump glossy lips… he found himself unable to resist the urge to keep you interested in his presence.

The noise of the ship eventually faded into the background, the talking and laughing melting into their own conversations. 

Hours passed and eventually music started playing, some other new crew members that had brought their instruments on board with them. 

“We finally have some good musicians, don’t we Y/n?” Shanks asked. 

“Mhmm,” you replied, looking through your cards barely paying him any attention. You tapped your feet rhythmically against the floor, humming along to the quick paced flamenco melody that was playing. 

“Do you dance, swordsman?” you asked, turning to look at Mihawk.

You heard Shanks groan in the background. 

“Occasionally.”

You set your cards down, face up, revealing a winning hand. The rest of the table threw their cards down in frustration. 

“Will you do me the honors?”

A rare smile settled onto his face. He offered his hand to help you up out of your chair, and you guided him to a more open area on the deck. He placed a hand on your waist, and you took a guilty pleasure in how unyielding his grip was against you. You could feel the pads of each of his fingers holding onto your soft skin, and trailed your hand up to his face, lightly tracing a finger down the side of his neck before resting your hand on his shoulder.

People whistled and clapped. 

“Keep up,” you said.

“I’ll try.”

He appreciated your warning, you were like a different person when dancing. The cool, calculated demeanor you adopted when playing cards with your poker face perfected and your breathing steady and even, was completely washed over by a fiery intent to move. 

He did struggle to keep up at first, you slipped through his hold like water, your feet moving and landing between and around him like a downpour of rain. 

He managed to match your tempo- catch the tail end of your movements and proved a worthy partner, but he didn’t come close to matching your mastery of the art. 

By the time the song was finished beads of sweat dripped down his neck, and his heart was pounding loud enough that he could barely hear the cheering coming from the other pirates.

He wanted to give you the credit of wearing someone of his caliber out, he could take on a hundred men and barely increase his heart rate. 

This was different though- the beating in his chest, the excitement in his belly, the way his eyes clung to your figure as though attached with string. He couldn’t get enough of you, he inhaled smelling your perfume again. 

Another smile settled onto his face, one of satisfaction. 

Three week had passed and Mihawk was grabbing the last of his things- a photo of the two of you you’d forced him to take. It was of you pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Shanks lightly knocked on his door. 

“Sure you don’t want to stay another week?” he asked, awkwardly standing by the door.

“That’s what you came to ask?”

Shanks rubbed the back of his neck, “No, it’s actually about Y/n.”

This caught his attention. 

“What about her?”

“Well,” Shanks walked over to sit on the bed, “I think you should talk to her before you leave, tell her how ya feel.”

“How I… feel? And how exactly do you think I feel?”

“C’mon man, it’s obvious- No offense. The way you two look at each other? You danced with her. In front of people.”

The swordsman scoffed, but didn’t disagree and chose to maintain his silence as he packed the rest of his clothes.

“She likes ya, Hawk-eye. I think you knew that though. 

Don’t say anything if you’re gonna hurt her.”  

He got up and gave him a friendly pat on the back before heading back out, “We’re headed to a bar right now, so you’ll have the ship to yourself. Take care of her!”

It was unclear whether he was talking about the ship or you.

Mihawk sighed, he adjusted the collar of his loosely fitting white shirt, and set out to find you. 

You were in one of the common areas, one of the musicians was showing you how to play the guitar. Plucking at a few strings here and there, you laughed and sang, trying to play a song with your clearly limited ability.

Mihawk stood and watched you for a moment, before clearing his throat.

You turned, smiling when you saw him. 

“What do you think? Good enough to dance to?”

He let out a light laugh, “Maybe in ten years.”

You smiled, plucking a few more strings before asking, “What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be packing?”

“I was hoping to speak with you for a moment,” he paused when you stayed put, “Alone.”

Your eyes widened, “Oh! Of course!”

You handed the guitar back to its owner, ignoring the whistles that followed you out of the room.

You took Mihawk’s arm and walked toward the deck, your stomach turning. 

You stopped at the railing, leaning over it, trying to take deep breaths of the salty air to calm yourself.

What on Earth could he have to talk to you about? Shanks had promised not to say anything… Could he possibly- 

“I’m… very appreciative of your company these past few weeks. 

You’re a very intelligent, talented, beautiful woman, and I cannot think of a better companion with whom to have spent my time,” he started, interrupting your train of thought. 

You softly smiled, a light breeze dancing around you both. 

You said nothing and only looked up at him, unsure of how to pick up from where he left off.

Luckily, he continued, “You… You are a good friend. Of mine, I mean. And I hope that my departure from this ship won’t change our proximity.”

Friend. A dull, warm pain ebbed in your chest.

It wasn’t sharp like a direct rejection would have been, it felt more like a heavy rock had been gently placed right on your heart.

You nodded, looking out toward the ocean when you felt some tears well up in your lash line. 

Blinking them away you turned back toward him suddenly emboldened by the memory of how he held you that night when you danced.

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but can I ask if you hold me in any higher regard than that of a friend?”

He was silent. Color rushed to his cheeks and he stared down at you. His eyes were undersold in legend. To say they were hypnotizing was a disservice. They were compelling- when you made eye contact with him your entire being longed to be with him. 

“I do.”

You exhaled, tension lifting itself from your shoulders.

“I like you, swordsman,” you gently wrapped your hands around his, bringing his hand up to your chest, placing it against the left side, “I’ll miss dancing with you. Please visit. Please don’t forget me.” 

In a sudden motion, Mihawk wrapped you into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around your shoulders as he pressed you into him.

You wiggled your arms free and quickly reciprocated the hug. 

You breathed in a long, long inhale, and as you exhaled sunk even further into him. 

“I’ll visit,” he promised, “I’ll write. I’ll call- I’ll think of you always. You’re quite unforgettable, you know?”

You laughed and looked up to him as his hold on you softened.

You inched yourself up onto the tips of your toes, hovering your lips just slightly over his. 

A smile creeped onto his face, and his hands dispersed across your body, one grabbing onto your ass- something he’d longed to do since the first moment he saw you. The other hand wrapped around your waist to provide you support.

You brought your hands to the collar of his shirt, gently tugging him toward you.

His lips closed around yours, and you deepened the kiss- pulling him closer into you, your tongues swiping at each other as you closed your eyes and indulged. 

You inhaled each other- the taste of wine and mint flooding your mouth, the smell of his cologne overwhelming your senses.

The strong grip he had on your ass was so deliciously indulgent. 

You let out a soft moan into his mouth before you pulled away from one another.

He tucked some stray hair behind your ears, and you gently wiped some of your gloss from his bottom lip. 

“I’ve been waiting for that for weeks now.”

He picked you up, making his way toward your room, peppering your face and neck with kisses and you laughed and kissed him back. 

“Let me make it up to you, hermosa.”

[chaoticace2005]

You guys asked for it…

Why Lilith might have left Lucifer:

1. She lost interest. Simple at that. 10,000 years of the same routine…

2. She found out where Eve was and ran to her long lost love.

3. A deal was made with Alastor and she had to flee for her nefarious plans.

4a. Lucifer was bad in bed.

4b. He wouldn’t let her take off his hat while having sex.

5. Lucifer was good in bed and she was getting addicted, so for her own sake she left.

6. She had to get milk.

7. She took a look at hell after all her years of working, saw how fucked up humans are and said “nah.”

8. Donald Trump became president so she fled the country but forgot to take her family with her.

9. She could no longer deal with Lucifer’s ~autistic swag~

10. She got a coupon for an expense-paid trip to the Bahamas.

11. Lucifer wasn’t doing the DAMN DISHES.

12. Lucifer kept asking her to “quack” in bed.

13. There weren’t any good marriage counselors in hell. So she read drama books to fix her marriage and thought this was the best solution.

14. Lucifer got a sleep apnea machine and she couldn’t handle it anymore.

15. She bonked her head and completely forgot who she was. That’s why she scowls when Lute says “Lilith” at the end- because she has no idea who “Lilith” is.

16. Seven years ago Alastor killed Lilith. To cover his tracks he put on a wig and visibly left the cast as “her.”

17. SOMEBODY wasn’t putting the damn seat down. Do you think they have to deal with this in Heaven?

18. There was a silent uprising and assassination plot. She dealt with it all while Charlie and Lucifer remained oblivious, but is now being hunted.

19. Faked her death. Lucifer is somehow unaware that his wife even “died.”

20. Niffty blackmailed her into leaving.

21. They ran out of blond dye at the Hellmart and she couldn’t handle being the only one in the family without blond hair.

22. She felt the need to leave her family, build a luxurious pirate ship, hire random pirates, and sail the seas until she had a homoerotic relationship with a competing pirate and retired.

23. She too borrowed 50 grand from loan sharks, stole a car, and crashed it into a loan shark’s girlfriend (but that bitch had it coming!)

24. She went down in an airplane.

25. Fried getting suntanned.

26. Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand.

27. Her feather allergy kept getting worse and she had to leave for her health.

28. Lucifer kept saying he was “magic in bed” and then would do magic tricks despite being a LITERAL ANGEL.

29. Susan.

30. Committed tax fraud and had to flee the country.

31. She was going to get bottom surgery after Lucifer’s top surgery and is still recovering. (Hell doctors SUCK okay??)

32. Lucifer wouldn’t admit that water is wet.

33. Lucifer was putting ketchup on his pancakes.

34. Lucifer wasn’t vibing with her BFF-girlboss-malewife-bestie Alastor. She couldn’t deal with the ~drama~

35. He wouldn’t stop talking about his Fantasy Sports team.

36. Needed to find some artistic inspiration because the whole “I’m in hell” thing is SO overdone.

37. Not a fan of the circus or clowns.

38. Mental health break. She’ll come back when she’s ready. Sometimes it takes a while.

39. She was KIDNAPPED.

40. Lilith is dead. That’s not Lilith. That’s a shadow version of Lilith made by Alastor who works for her killer (Eve?) That’s why she wears sunglasses. So we can’t see her eyes and the empty void behind them.

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

to our own - park jiwon

-1311 words

-i have literally 0 time to write but i did this over 3 days. a bit rushed but the idea of this was rlly rlly stimulating.

-warnings? mating press (literally the main emphasis), blowjob, sex in the open, minor daddy stuff.

It felt unreal waking up to the crashing of waves, the huge expanse of serene blue ocean right past the sliding glass doors in front of your bed. There’s no honking of vehicles, sounds of traffic lights, footsteps of commuters. None of that. It was a peaceful environment. One where you managed to get an extremely rare full 8 hours of beauty sleep. 

Making a quick stretch in bed, you climb out, fully naked after last night’s activities with Jiwon, morning wood not yet in full action. You slide open the sliding door and the sounds of the ocean intensify. You don’t have to worry about anybody catching you in your obscene, naked state, thanks to the two walls blocking off the outdoor part of the villa on the sides and also the fact that all villas were isolated from one another. And Jiwon seemed to share the same thoughts as well. 

She was lying on one of the beach beds outlooking the ocean, fully nude as well, with only sunglasses on. Her body was lathered with suntan lotion, casting a shimmery glow on her flawless skin. Her arms were raised above her head, tits and nipples spread out for your eyes to feast on, and her creamy legs drawing your eyes in. The sight before you was enough to send all the blood rushing to your cock, sending it to full hardness within a matter of seconds.

“Good morning to you too, oppa.” Jiwon says, noticing your approach. “Thought we would get up early for breakfast, but you were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You place yourself right next to her and place your hand on her inner left thigh, just mere centimeters away from her heat.

“We could go to the restaurant for breakfast… But I’m fucking hungry for something else Jiwon-ah.”

“Jeez oppa, can’t we at least do other things before spending the entirety of our day making love?”

“I mean we could… But you’re lying here under the sun, completely nude Jiwon. You’re the one who pretty much set this up.” 

“Fine, 15 minutes. Then we go for breakfast and then snorkeling okay?”, she says as she gets off the seat and kneels in between your legs. She spits a bit of saliva onto your cock and slowly pumps your shaft up and down.

“You got it Jiwon-ah.”

She then leaves a gentle kiss on the base of your cock, before running her tongue against it and licking right at the tip, leaving an extremely tingling feeling that causes you to curl your toes in response. She then takes your length inside her mouth, before going all the way until your cock was nestled warmly within her mouth, perched against her magic muscle within. She looks up at you, making a lewd face that only contributes even more towards your raging boner. Jiwon’s blowjobs are amazing, she knows exactly what turns you on. She knows you love it fucking sloppy as shit, when the drool is running out her lower jaw and onto the floor, or onto her chest. Bobbing her head slowly up and down on your length, she places strategic licks on your tip every time it reaches the entrance of her mouth, and every now and then, she takes a small break, pumping up and down your shaft as she gets some oxygen. 

Once she feels comfortable, she picks up the pace of her bobbing. Lewd sounds are erupting more frequently from her throat as her face oscillates to and fro on your length, sending vibrations straight to your sensitive tip, and soon you feel like you’re going to release it all within her mouth. 

But no, you did that last night, like three fucking times. Today, you were going to kick things off differently. 

You reluctantly pull yourself out of her mouth and Jiwon gets the message, stroking your cock as it lines up perfectly against her symmetrical face, her cold breaths breezing against your cock, causing it to twitch within her grasp. 

“Trying to savor all 15 minutes you have huh?”

“You know your blowjobs are fucking tantalising Jiwon.”

You gesture her up onto her feet and whisper into her ear. “But I want to load you up inside first.”

“Then fucking do it daddy, give me a cum package to last me through the day.”

Her words are like smelling salts, triggering you instantly. You pick her tiny frame up, carrying her by her luscious thighs, before impaling her onto your dick, not even giving her a chance to acclimate. 

“Oh fuck! You’re so fucking huge daddy.”

More like you’re so fucking tight even after all our sexual escapades together. 

She grabs onto locks of your hair for support, while your face is busy suffocating on her tits, nibbling at her perky, erect nipples, taking in the scent of suntan lotion as you practically fucked yourself into her pussy, going all the way into her caverns with each thrust.

“Ah! Fuck! Just like that! Thrust that huge meat rod all the way please!”

The sounds of the waves were fighting against the sounds of her meaty flesh crashing against your pelvis. Thankfully each villa in this resort was separated by ocean and not right next to each other. 

“Don’t you just love this Jiwon-ah? Getting your brains fucked out right under the blue sky? Any passing boat or plane could just see us.”

“Yes! Yes! I fucking love it daddy!”

“No, I don't think this is embarrassing enough for you. Let’s change your position real quick. Let the world know just how much you love my fucking cock.”

You stop thrusting for a while, and rotate her body so that her back rests against your body. Then, hooking your arms with her legs and putting your hands on both sides of her head, you put her in a full nelson.

“H-hey wait! Not this position! It’s fucking embarrassing.”

“Who cares Jiwon? Ain’t nobody can see us here. Plus if anybody could, let them watch. Let them know that you’re my slut.”

 Her legs were up in the air right beside her head, meaning the only thing keeping her “suspended” was you. In this position, you assumed full control, having Jiwon in a complete body lock. Her entire body was yours to use for the remaining 10 minutes.

Though normally it’d be hard to carry such weight for such a long amount of time, you were completely driven by just testosterone, a full blown boner fueled monster. You turned to face the ocean, Jiwon squirming uncontrollably as she was completely helpless and unable to do anything but grab onto your forearms to cope with the stimulation.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Faster! FASTER OPPA!” She shrieked out at the top of her lungs.

And you weren’t gonna deny her wishes. Going as fast as you possibly could, you could feel your core and your legs aching, but no, if you didn’t release, you’d regret it for the rest of the day, and that wasn’t an option. 

“S-shit oppa. I’m gonna fucking cum really really hard.” 

And she did. 

From your obscured field of vision, a stream of gush squirted out from Jiwon as the walls of her pussy clamped down around your still pistoning cock, offering more resistance than before. Her geyser of squirt splashed down into the ocean below as her tight grip on your forearms weakened a bit. Your orgasm followed soon after as you felt belts of cum leak out into her cunt. You thrust once more, and one last one, as you let Jiwon’s heavily panting body back onto the beach bed, cum leaking out of her pussy. 

“Jeez oppa. I think we’re gonna have to take a time out before we head out first, because that was the best fuck I’ve ever gotten.”

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s.n: im thinking of doing lee chaeyoung or romsae for a pt. 2. lmk wht y’all reckon.

[dozing-marshmallow]

OKAY OKAY, hello again!! loved the nibling reader you wrote and just had to write it again!!! (if you couldn't tell im a sucker for platonic family hcs <3)

this time, this request is quite angsty?? ig nibling!reader getting their feelings hurt (either by duncan, heather, or whoever you decide to choose!) you can decide if they either run to chris to cry to, or if they run away to a more.. deserted(??) area of the island. (bonus points if after reader feels better, leshawna comforts them <:]) thank yeww!!

HIYAAA!! Lovely seeing you again with another appreciated request, and to hear that you are happy with how I interpret a Chris nibling reader! It means a lot ! <3 

As always, have an enjoyable reading experience! 😊

ANGSTY! CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS

Heather was on the chopping block.

She needed to do something urgently. The day wasn’t getting any earlier. Everyone was itching to cast her name out of the competition.

Immunity wasn’t in her favour this time.

She needs to find a reason asap to not be kicked out tonight. That there was actually someone around that was a much bigger threat to everyon-

...Everyone?

...

Jackpot.

“You know that...toy Chris’ nibling has? I need you to get it for me.” Heather beseeched bluntly to Lindsay, hours before the elimination ceremony, in the whistling privacy of the forest.

“Um, sure?” The blonde’s voice high pitched from stupidity agreed,“But why can’t you go ask yourself? (Y/N) doesn’t bite! Not people!”

“Because Lindsay...I...gotta make sure I’m presentable! My hands need to be in perfect condition.” It was a strange excuse, but Lindsay was narrow.

“Ohh, right! Gotcha.” If anything, she found relatability in such empty words.

Too easy,“When you get it, come straight back here. You can remember that, can’t you?”

“Ohh, totally! In geography, I-“

“Go get the teddy.” Heather interrupts dismissively.

“Okay...” she watches moody Lindsay’s height get smaller and smaller as she disappears more and more to carry out one last request.

You were sitting on the sand with your legs spread out when you saw the pretty blonde girl approach you,“Hi Lindsay!”

“Hii (Y/N)! Is that Mrs Maple?” She pointed at the stuffed bear, dressed in a shirt of the Canada flag.

You nod,“She’s having a suntan!”

“Oooo, she’s a lot like me! We both love being trendy!” Ask to get the teddy, ask to get the teddy,“Could I hold her? I...wanna see if we’re really on the same wavelength!” She zealously asks.

You hesitate. You never really let that happen.

You hold Mrs Maple by her underarms and stare far into her black eyes, before you nod and hand her over.

“Thanks! Aww... It’s such a cute bear!...Oh...wait...” She remembers her objection,  and gawks back at you,“I think I hear her talking! She said she wants me to uh, get some syrup for her! Gotta go!”

Before you could protest, she races away. 

That’s weird... Mrs Maple is shy when she meets new people...

Oh! It must be a coverup for a game of tag.

Thus, you got to your feet and ran the same way she did, following her footprints in the sand, smiling. Challenge accepted!

“Hey...! Heather!” She wheezes, holding the teddy to her,“I got it!”

“Good.” She hears a distant “Wait up!” which melts a glare on her face to Lindsay,“You let them follow you?”

“Ohh... I didn’t know they would. But they sound like they’re having fun!” Lindsay found much virtue in it.

“Yeah... A lot of fun.” The wicked glimmer of Heather’s smile shifts to the blades of a pair of scissors she sharpened out, offering them to Lindsay,“Cut the head off.”

...

Lindsay is mortified.

“Wh-What?!” She stutters, clearly having the full ugly picture confidential to her up until now,“I don’t understand, I-I thought you wanted it to see it!”

“Yeah, and to mutilate it.” She snaps the scissors together,“Take.”

“I can’t! I won’t!” She yelled, holding Mrs Maple to the other side,“This teddy is (Y/N)’s whole astronomy, and she didn’t do anything to deserve decapitation! Besides, I-I was the one that took it so, it’d make it look like it was my idea!”

“Right on.” Heather snarled, Lindsay’s out of nowhere refusal not being part of the plan- she could threaten her position in the alliance, but eh, not much of a point if... Oh well. She did do the difficult part so there was nothing hard about snatching the teddy right from Lindsay’s hands and rapidly tearing the head off faster than she could blink.

“Heather! What are you doing?!” She screeched.

The sick image of stuffed cotton overflowing from both ends of the teddy to the ground.

Mrs Maple’s head was now a teddy of its own.

“There.” She pushes the two pieces back into Lindsay’s shaking hands,“Now you can give this back. Or should I say, these.” A malicious smile raises on her pale lips.

“Oh my God... You’re gonna be in so much trouble!” 

“No. You’re gonna be in so much trouble.” Heather reiterated victoriously,“Later!”

She sprints away.

“Hey! Come back, this is your doing!” official that Heather wasn’t going to come back, Lindsay bites down on her bottom lip as she desperately tried useless methods of fixing it such as seeing if the head could stay on the neck by itself or licking her finger to try stick the separated body parts together.

Nothing worked.

I...I didn’t know bears bleed white fluff!

“Lindsay...?”

The one voice she wished she didn’t hear then.

She swiftly hides her hands behind her back and faces the small child, whose shoes and hands were dirty from running and falling, twitching on a nervous smile,“(Y/N)! Y-You’re here! That’s so...great!”

“Could I have Mrs Maple back now please? Her social battery must be so dead by now...” you asked, coming towards her wobbly from running so much.

“Oh um, well, see uh...” her falling on her words didn’t help her case. Hey! She can’t do these things under pressure!

Your face drops,“You...lost her?”

“No! She’s...” she sighs, divulging her heavy hands,“Here. I-I can explain-!”

Immediately, your eyes stung deeper than a wasp’s.

She was showing you your worst nightmare.

Someone you trusted.

“What...?” It was rather unsightly. It... This couldn’t be happening...

“I promise I didn’t do it! It was Heather! It was Heather’s idea, I swear! I didn’t know she wanted to do that!” Lindsay broke down to plead her innocence, guilt stronger than her mascara.

Pulse bellowed in your ears,“Heather...did this?”

A sweet baby returning lifeless by the neglect of the babysitter. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,“I...It’s okay...It’s...okay.”

Proving wrong after five seconds of eerie silence, by the destructive wave of your cries. Before Lindsay could try consoling you (try being very needed), you ran away.

How could you do that? Trust Lindsay of all people? You’ve never had a greater ocean of self hatred flood your insides.

Oh man it did not feel nice.

Chris didn’t predict his nibling to run to him bawling, so he was very caught by surprise. It took him time to properly ask what was wrong given that he had to fully acknowledge that you were hurt, tremendously.

You’re so overwhelmed, you can barely speak. Your wails hold you by the throat and your face never more pinched. All Chris could do is hold you and wait for you to calm down enough to vocalise the root of your distress; whoever was responsible for that was done for.

You hiccuped,“M-My ted...ted... H-Hea...Heath...Heath...”

“Yeah, I can’t understand you,“ he nods at Chef to get a cup of water. Once obtained, he gently urged you to take your head off his body so you could drink it.

Already, your breathing was restoring back to normal and your mouth was empty.

“Better? Alright.” He pats a tissue to your face,“Tell Uncle Chris what’s gotten you all choked up.”

The evocation of it was enough to get you bawling again, and you felt that you had already burdened your uncle enough by disrupting his chat with Chef. So you decide to put the first line of context into words,“I gave Mrs Maple to Lindsay and...” then deciding to show him the pieces. He could figure it out, he’s smart.

“Oh sweet child.” he takes them in his hands, wrinkles forming under his dilated eyes in pure perturbation from what he was seeing. No wonder you were so devastated! He’ll admit, he kinda expected something like this, but not by the intention of other people,“Lindsay did this?”

“I... I don’t know...” your head is light,“She kept saying it’s Heather’s fault, but... I’m still upset I gave it to her in the first place...”

“We’ll check the camera footage, but either way, somebody isn’t going to go through just elimination tonight.” He’ll make sure of that. He takes his sight off you to place the parts of your beloved teddy down on the table, being very gravely mistaken for something else.

“Don’t throw her away!” You shriek, pulling onto his shirt of dark turquoise to prevent him from such,“Please, I’ve had her for a long time! Don’t make me get rid of her!”

He’s once again dismayed, but his tone grew resistance this time,“We won’t be doing that. It’s just the head that came off, soo we’ll sew it back on and maybe clean her. She’ll be as good as new.”

You wipe your nose,“Really?” Thank God.

He nods, stroking the top of your head,“I’ll have Chef work on it right away. As for me, I have other business to attend to. It’s all gonna be solved, I promise.”

Your tears were no more,“Thanks, Chris...” you’re serious. You don’t know what you would’ve done if he wasn’t there,“Do you think we could...play board games tonight?”

“Totally!” Best uncle ever,“We’ll do all your favourite games and we can stay up allll night. How’s that sound?” 

See? Chris wasn’t exactly the best at people comforting, but when it came to the very few people he held dear, that’s when he’s serious.

Knowing how teenagers were, especially of Heather’s textbook, he couldn’t expect a lecture to turn her heart.

But he did enforce a warning to them that harassment was off limits on those who weren’t participating.

How?

You don’t want to know.

“Hey sweetie.” Leshawna came and sat next to you during your wait for your uncle to tell you he’s free to begin board game night,“How are ya? Feeling a little bit better?” By this time, Mrs Maple was one piece again. 

You’re way too disturbed to treat her the slightest of play,“Yeah... I just... I never felt so sad in my life. I practically watched someone close to me die. When...I saw that...she was torn in two, so did my heart.”

“Aww.” she curves her hand around you and rests her head on yours,“Sorry you went through that, some people can be so miserable. You ain’t meant to be feeling all this sad, gloomy things we teens do. You just a kid!”

“I’m never giving Mrs Maple to anyone again.” Your decision thrived of bitterness.

“And that’s completely fine. She’s your toy, no one should force you to do anything you don’t wanna with her. It’s alright to be hurt, but you gotta make sure that the way you handle it is the best way to let you move on sooner.”

“Is...Is Heather going home tonight?” you needed to know. It may have been there, but you needed to hear it.

“Oh, totally. Girl dug her own grave and now, she may need to retake her passport photo.” Leshawna chuckles at the thought,“I mean, to go after a kid who did nothing and still be too much of a chicken to own up? Way out of line.”

“Will I always have to meet someone as nasty as her...?” Your puffy eyes set back to the newly placed stitches on Mrs Maple’s neck.

Leshawna sighs, rubbing your shoulder,“Unfortunately in this world we live in, there’s all kinds of sick freaks and Heather is just one of them. But you shouldn’t waste your life worryin’ about them, because there’s also really great people in your life that will always wanna look out for you, and it’s them you really wanna spend time on, ain’t it?”

“Like you?”

She smiled,“Come here, sugar.”

You felt safe enough to let Mrs Maple join in. Leshawna...she’s amazing. And would make a great big sister, if she wasn’t one already.❤️🩹

[leelei1980]

Loving Mr. Munson Extra- Squeaky Clean

A fun LMM Ask:

I want it to be summer so I can wash older!Eddie’s sexy Chevy chevelle in a bikini that’s way too small 💦

Yessss🥵🥵🥵 He would lose his shit seeing you wet, bent over, scrubbing the hood of his car. Pretty sure he would totally malfunction. I'll put this next on the list of inspirational asks, and start right on it after my "Working out with Daddy Eddie." Ask is finished. Keep the ideas coming, I love it!!

🛑SMUT WARNING - MATURE CONTENT -18+ MINORS DNI🛑

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Eddie:

I pull into the driveway and hear music blasting in the backyard, then I hear my Babygirl singing her heart out and I can't help but smile. This woman is like a ray of fucking sunshine, she has made me so incredibly happy during the time that we have been together that I could drop to my fucking knees everyday to thank sweet baby Jesus for bringing her into my life. I had always felt like I was cursed in love, that maybe I didn't deserve it, but now that I have it, it was worth the wait.

I parked Princess's car in the driveway, I had taken it in this morning to do some routine maintenance to it, it is so much easier to bring it in on the weekend and work on it in an empty shop, all my tools and equipment are right there. I did an oil change, tune up, tire rotation, went right through it to ensure that it was safe for my girl. I was glad to be able to help her out, she was always so fucking incredible to me, helping out around the house, doing the shopping,cooking, she was amazing.

I got out of the car, quietly closed the door and walked to the back yard. What I saw there had me stop in my tracks. Holy fuck. I mean HOLY FUCK. I gulped. There was my darling Angel , washing my pride and joy, Black Beauty, my 1970 Chevy Chevelle in the smallest fucking red bikini I think I have ever fucking seen. I mean God fucking damnit, it was the prettiest sight I had ever seen. My Princess leaning across the hood of my car, soapy sponge in hand, ass looking absolutely delectable, just singing away. I watched her pick up the hose and spray the suds off, the mist of the water making her skin glimmer in the sun. I felt a stirring in my shorts. She had no idea I was even there, so fully engrossed in what she was doing she had never heard me pull in .

I snuck up behind her, slid an arm around her waist and pulled her back against me.

She let out a surprised little yip then laughed, dropping her sponge into the bucket and melting back into me." Hey Baby, your back." Her voice was so sweet.

" Yeah Sugar, I'm back." I nuzzled into her neck, nipping at her. She smelled like flowers and coconut suntan lotion." I gotta tell ya Sweetheart, walking 'round back and seeing you washing my car, it's like a fucking teenage wet dream come true. "

She giggled." I just wanted to thank you for taking my car in-"

" You don't have to thank me for anything Princess, I'm happy to do it." I ran my hand across the soft skin of her stomach, " God, your so fucking sexy." I felt her wiggle her ass back into me, making my dick hard.

" I take it you like my new bikini? I got it for sun bathing, and maybe to tease you just a little bit."

" Fucking love it, and it's working. It makes me want to fuck you right here on the hood of my car." I whispered into her ear, my teeth grazing across her earlobe. I felt her shiver.

" Baby,"

" I'm so fucking tempted to fucking take you right fucking here, " I ran a hand up to the barely there bikini top, squeezed her breast in my hand, lightly pinched her hard nipple, she groaned." See what happens when you tease me Sweet Girl? I can't keep my fucking hands to myself."

" Mmm, baby I want it." She moaned.

I let the fingertips of my other hand dip under the little triangle fabric of her bottoms. " Fuck, Kitten, your already wet for me." I slipped my finger between her folds and circled the bud there with my finger." It's a good fucking thing   I've got that privacy fence up, otherwise our neighbors would be getting a show. But I don't want anyone to see your pretty little pussy, that's for my eyes only." I heard her whimper." Why don't we move this to the backseat Doll? Just in case Doug next door decides to be nosey, wouldn't want to give him a fucking heart attack." She nodded and I spun her around. Her eyes were smoldering, she reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair then pulled my mouth down to hers. The kiss was fucking hot, tongues and teeth clashing, she bit my lower lip and I thought I was going to loose my fucking shit right then and there .

" Fuck," I panted, my heart pounding, my cock aching as pressed her back against the car , sucking and nibbling on her neck as I fumbled for the door handle . Once it was opened I slowly lowered her back onto the seat. " I say it's time to christen the car Princess, whatta ya think?"

" Please Eddie, please just fuck me-"

" But Sweetheart, you teased me, now it's my turn to tease you." I sweetly kissed her lips then pulled the tiny pieces of fabric that were covering her breasts aside. Fucking perfect. Her tits were absolutely perfect. I leaned down and drew one into my mouth, rolled the hard nub with my tongue, sucked on it, squeezed the other one and felt her body purr beneath me. I pulled away with a pop then worked my way down her body, until got to the edge of her bikini bottoms. I untied one of the strings, folded the fabric over and uncovered the pretty mound between her legs. I lightly kissed it, looked up at her , I could see her chest heaving, she locked eyes with me and I smiled up at her just before I put her legs over my shoulders and devoured her. She came so hard and fast the I thought for sure the neighbors would be running from their houses to see what was the matter after they heard her cry. It would have been a fucking sight too, my girl tits out on the back seat, back door open,me kneeling on the ground, her hands tugging my hair, my face between her legs, but I didn't fucking care.

" Baby please, please Eddie. I need you inside me. " She whined.

I had teased her enough, listening to her pretty little sounds has been torture. I slid my shorts down , brushed off my knees and mounted her. I pushed inside without hesitation, she was fucking ready. So wet and so fucking tight.

I buried my cock inside her and pounded into her mercilessly.

" Yes, Eddie, yes! Don't stop-"

I held myself together with every fiber of my being until I felt her walls clamping around me, her body shaking beneath me, then and only then would I let myself go.

" Cum with me baby." She whispered into my ear, kissing my neck and I was done. My body shuttered as I sloppily thrusted, riding the pleasure through my release, then collapsing on top of my love.

She kissed the top of my head, catching her breath." You did tell me the first time I saw this car that you were going to fuck me in it."

I laughed. " I did. I'm surprised it took us this long."

" I can see an ass print on the driver's side window from where you pushed me up against it. I'll have you know that was clean before you came along- "

" Black Beauty will wear it proudly as a badge of honor."

She laughed. " Could you imagine driving it to work-"

" The guys would be so jealous, and impressed, except maybe Robbie. I never let him touch this car."

" And you let me touch it with my ass."

We both chuckled and I carefully backed my way out of the car , pulled up my shorts as she fixed her suit then I helped her out.

" I'll help you with the rest of the car, Darlin. What's left?"

" Passenger side. I'll spray and you soap?"

" If that's what you want."

" What I want is to see your sweet ass bent over while you wash the rear quarter panel and tires." She smirked .

I smiled and took the soapy sponge in my hand and bent down to scrub the hubcaps. "Like this, Angel?"

" Yeah baby, get right in there."

" Is this really doing it for you-" I felt a blast of icy cold water to my back and I gasped. I turned and saw my sweet girl laughing hysterically, hose nozzle in her hand .

" What the fuck was that for?" I laughed shaking like a dog.

" You were just so fucking hot baby I needed to cool you down."

I reached for the hose, she aimed for my crotch.

" Don't make me do it Munson, have you ever heard of shrinkage? One blast from this and-" I quickly grabbed it out of her hand and sprayed her. She screamed.

" Edward fucking Munson! "

It was my turn to laugh hysterically. " Don't like it when the shoe is on the other foot, do you baby?"

I watched as a devilish smile spread across her lips. She picked up the soapy water bucket . Oh shit

" Put the hose down and back away Munson, and no one gets wet."

" Please correct me if I'm wrong Dollface but I'm pretty sure my hose got you all kinds of wet in the backseat of that car just minutes ago."

" Your trying to use you quick wit and sex appeal to distract me before you blast me in the face-"

" I would never fucking do that to you my love."

" Be a good boy Eddie and put the hose down."

I snickered." What are you going to do? Fucking spank me-"

Bam! Fucking wet sponge right upside my fucking head, goddamn she was ruthless. I laughed than lunged. She screamed and ran towards the house.

I took off after her, slipping and sliding along the way. " Get back here you naughty fucking girl." She was fucking fast as a cheetah but I finally caught up.

She scream/laughed as I caught her around the waist and threw her over my shoulder. "What are you going to do to me now?"

I smiled." Give you the spankings that you deserve."

" Ohh, yes ! Please Daddy, PLEASE!"

I laughed." Your such a fucking freak."

"I think Mr. Munson that you have created a monster."

As always thank you for reading, you all are the best❤️ Comments, feedback, ideas and re-blogs are all welcome ❤️

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The Plan

Ok, so let's go over the plan. We will use this machine that you made to steal one of Britney's attributes, something like her manicured nails. This will hopefully make her less mean. I mean, have you seen how she acts? It's like she's always looking down on everyone. And her nails are always so perfect, like she thinks she's better than everyone else. Well, not anymore! Once we take away her manicured nails, maybe she'll realize that she's not so special after all. Plus, it'll be a little payback for all the times she's made fun of us. Just imagine her reaction when she sees her nails disappear! It's going to be priceless.

Oh my gosh, can you believe it? Britney is still just as mean! She went back to the nail salon and got her nails done again. Ugh! It's like she never learned her lesson. But hey, on the bright side, I received her stolen nails, and I must say, I love how they look on me. They make me feel powerful, like I have a piece of her confidence. Anyway, we can't stop here. We need to take something more permanent from her. How about her 20/20 vision? Imagine how lost she'll be without it. Let's make her see the world in a whole new way, or rather, a blurry way. It's time for revenge!

Oh, come on! This is ridiculous! Now Britney has become even more stylish because she has to wear glasses. And what's worse is that everyone wants to wear glasses just to mimic her! It's like she can turn anything into a fashion statement. But hey, ironically, I don't have to wear glasses because I received Britney's good eyesight. Talk about a twist of fate. Well, enough is enough. It's time to hit her where it hurts the most—her beauty. Let's start by taking away her precious tan. Without her golden glow, she won't be able to rely on her looks anymore. Revenge is sweeter than a suntan!

Finally, we're starting to see some results. Britney seems to be less confident and less mean. It's like a small crack in her queen bee facade, but hey, it's a start. Maybe taking away her attributes is actually working. As for me, I can't help but admire my new tan, courtesy of Britney. It's absolutely flawless! I mean, look at how radiant and sun-kissed my skin is. I almost feel bad for taking pleasure in it, but hey, she had it coming. Now let's keep going. We need to strip her of more of her beauty and watch her crumble. Revenge never felt so satisfying.

Hey, quick question. How does my new blonde hair look? Wait, don't even answer. I already know it looks absolutely gorgeous! I can't help but feel amazing with this luscious, golden mane. And guess what? Britney now has dull brown hair as a result. Talk about a style downgrade for her. It's just another blow to her once-perfect image. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she realizes what she's lost. But hey, enough about her. Let's keep going. We have more of her beauty to take away, and I'm loving every minute of it.

I have to say, I absolutely love my new boobs. Thanks, Britney! They make me feel so sexy and superior. But you know what's interesting? Despite all the physical downgrades we've inflicted upon her, Britney is still mean and cruel. It's like her personality is untouched by our efforts. Maybe we've been focusing on the wrong things. Perhaps it's time to go straight to the source and take away her mean, haughty attitude. That's what we should have done from the start. Let's strip her of that toxic demeanor and finally bring her down a peg or two.

You know what? I've had a revelation. I've absorbed Britney's delicious toxic personality, and guess what? I've become the new queen bee. And let me tell you, it feels incredible. I revel in the power, the control, the superiority. Change back? Why would I ever want to change back? You, my oldest and ugliest friend, suggesting such a thing, clearly are jealous. You want all this for yourself. Well too bad because I’ve destroyed the machine because I'm here to stay. You can either bow down or step aside, because I'm the new alpha now. Now I’m off to steal something the machine never could, Britney’s boyfriend. It’s good being the queen.

[lunarheslwt]

28th appreciation fic recs: January edition

Hi! Welcome to the first fic rec list of 2024! I wanted to put together all the fics I've read and loved over January for this month's 28th appreciation, so here they are! Click on the links for full tags and summaries. If you read any of these make sure to show the authors some love by leaving kudos and comments, and sharing any fic posts!

🌸 Morning comes by @nooradeservedbetter

(5k / E / Sub Top L, Dom bottom H)

The stranger gestures at what they’re wearing, and oh, it’s not a shirt, it’s a white crop top, black lettering star against it. It says I ♡ SUBMISSIVE MEN in bold, capital letters.

Thoughts: we simply need more pwps that explore dynamics like this, this was delicious, and I looove how natural the chemistry between them felt. So good.

🌸 Dreaming of a green Christmas by @hellolovers13

(4k / E / Size queen L, xmas smut)

Harry opens the wrong package by mistake and finds the sex toy Louis ordered for himself. That's not an opportunity Harry can pass up on.

Thoughts: its never too late to indulge in some christmas smut, its got size queen L ffs what are you waiting for!! Its hot, its a snack to be devoured, it's a little gift, in short.

🌸 Sweet baby by @jishlerfics

(5k / E / kink discovery)

“Haz,” he said, “do you like being held down?” Taking a shaky breath, Harry finally looked Louis in the eyes. “I think so.”

Thoughts: this is part one of a series that I'm excited to read. This is perfect and sweet and hot in every way possible, i loved it so much.

🌸 Revelatory experience by @justanothershadeofblue

(3k / E / religion kink)

Harry's not sure if it's the sound of Louis' voice, the thrill of the forbidden, or just that he's really fucking horny, but he's about to find out how well the velvet cushion in this dark little wooden booth hides a stain.

Thoughts: this was so fucking hot. Like, they're in a confession booth. That should be enough of an appetizer for y'all to go read this!

🌸 Jaerie's Kinktober: Sounding by @jaerie

(3k / E / sounding)

Louis has been casually dating Harry for a while, but tonight he plans to stay in for a much needed stress relief night of self love. He unexpectedly shares that particular love with Harry. When they discover this, they go all in.

Thoughts: so hot. We need more sounding fics. Meanwhile, do yourself a favor and indulge in this. Also love the lil bit of imperfect sex at the end.

🌸 With a sea view by @greeneyesfriedrice

(5k / E / boat smut)

Stepping onto the main deck, Harry grabs a maroon towel, squeezing all the water he can out of his hair, though it’s similar to how a dog dries off after a bath. He doesn’t bother drying the rest of his body, that’s what suntanning is for. He places the towel into a small bin and looks around. Time to find Louis.

Thoughts: so goddamn hot. But also very sweet and they're so in love which is a god tier combination. Laur never has a miss.

🌸 Heaven in these sheets by @thepolourryexpress

(3k / E / bunny! hybrid Louis)

“Bunny wants attention, hm?” Harry murmurs, turning his head and brushing his cheek against Louis’. Louis lets out a pleased noise at the feeling, ear flopping over Harry’s head as the man moves. “Please,” Louis pouts lightly, scraping his nails gently over Harry’s chest. “C’mon.” Or, Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.

Thoughts: bunny Louis is so sweet and precious, harry is the ever doting bf, and it just makes for delicious smut that also just made me feel!!!!

🌸 Mr Tomlinson by @canonlarry

(4k / E / CEO omega L)

Louis is a billionaire CEO who makes grown men cry and rival companies crumble. He's also an omega. Harry is the quiet cupcake of a man he calls his alpha and the only one who gets to see Louis as anything less than fearsome

Thoughts: powerful ceo to all, gets taken care of by partner behind doors is such a fav trope of mine and this one is SO good. I loved this one so so much.

🌸 it's always me that ends up getting wet by @loveislarryislove

(2k / E / role play, dubcon fantasy)

As Louis takes a step towards the stairs to look for his husband, his eye lands on the small round table at the foot of the staircase. It's thin and spindly, so they don't usually use it for much besides decoration. But today, there are three objects sitting on top of it. A blue policeman's hat. A small, silver key, that Louis recognizes as belonging to a pair of handcuffs. And a note, written in Harry's distinctive handwriting: I'm waiting for you downstairs ;)

Thoughts: this was so insanely good, I love a good roleplay fic and I ate this up. Every single word in this was addictive.

This is a short list, bc I've been really busy and tired. But I hope I get to read more next month. Anyways If you check these out, give these works some love. Fic writers I love youuuu X

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The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Smut. Rough sex. Switch. Face-sitting. Slapping. Praise kink. Hair-pulling.

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen: For You

Something had definitely changed since Katherine was revived by Kronos. Luke was slowly becoming sure of it. He wasn’t exactly sure of what, but he knew something was different. It wasn’t necessarily something bad, or off, but it was something. Luke noticed it as he and Katherine had laid in his bed together, in the late morning.

The campers in Cabin 11 were all accounted for, and Luke was glad to be able to have some time alone with Katherine.

“How long do we have before we have to get up?” she mumbled lazily as he pressed multiple, sweet kisses to her lips.

“All the time in the world,” he told her, as they both lay bare under the covers.

She chuckled softly, nuzzling her head into his warm chest as she allowed him to wrap his arm around her. She rested her hand on his chest as she laid on top of him, which made him feel like a king. To Katherine, and probably everyone else as well, Luke was big and strong. His suntanned body, especially when intertwined with hers, felt solid and reliable. She felt safe with him.

Katherine liked the way it felt, laying her head on his chest as they slept together. Even in her sleep, she could feel his muscular build wrapped around hers.

“I love you,” Luke murmured dreamily, making sure that only she could hear. “I will always love you.”

Although he spoke casually, something in his tone when he said it gave Katherine that feeling like they had reached the gates of Hades together.

“I will always love you,” she promised him in return.

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, sitting up just so that he could carefully tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “I never wanna lose you,” he said, thinking of the prophecy that had been delivered for the two of them.

“You won’t lose me,” she stated, sounding more confident than he was.

“I don’t wanna take that chance,” he told her in a whisper. “I’m gonna fight for you. With every second I have.”

“It’s okay,” Katherine reassured him, her hand caressing him from his hair to the side of his face.

Luke smiled as he softened at her touch, closing his eyes for a moment as he savored the feeling.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” she told him, getting out of bed and throwing her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt over her body.

“Okay,” he nodded softly, disappointed to watch her go so soon.

She lazily put on a pair of shorts as she left the room. Moments later, one of the Hermes kids in the cabin, a boy who couldn’t have been older than eight or nine, knocked on the door urgently.

“Luke?!”

There was a short pause as Luke undoubtedly sighed as he got up, opening the door.

“Yeah?” he asked expectantly, seeing the small boy standing outside of the door. “Tyler, what’s up, buddy?”

“Anthony says you have to go help the Hephaestus kids with arts and crafts today. He says he can’t, cuz he’s helping with training,” the child relayed.

“Of course he can’t,” Luke muttered, “God damn it…”

“He also said if you say ‘god damn it’ you have to give me five dollars!” the child yelled annoyingly.

Luke stared at him, growing increasingly irritated. He knew that was exactly the kind of thing he would say.

“I’m not giving you five dollars!”

“But, Anthony said you’d give me five dollars!”

“Tyler! I said I’m not giving you five dollars!”

“But I want five dollars!”

“Leave me alone!”

Katherine just shook her head as she continued toward the showers with her things, amused by Luke’s exhausted behavior. She returned to the cabin after a nice, warm shower, heading off to the mess hall with Luke for breakfast.

They sat at a table with some of the camp counselors, minding their own business as they ate together. Much to Katherine’s dismay, Silena Beauregard took a seat across from them, not too far from Luke. The younger girl looked up at him like some schoolgirl, meanwhile, he didn’t even notice until she spoke up.

“Hey Luke! Finally, you’re back,” Silena chuckled, pulling his attention away from Katherine for a moment.

Luke looked over at her awkwardly, giving her the warmest smile he could muster.

“Yeah! Hey,” he said laconically.

“So, everyone says you brought back a new camper?” she asked, momentarily glancing over at Katherine.

Katherine just smiled, trying hard not to roll her eyes.

“Hi,” Katherine said, only to be ignored by Silena.

“This is my girlfriend, Katherine,” Luke said as he lightly put his arm around her.

She pointedly stepped on his foot under the table, reminding him to make himself seem more available to Silena. But Luke wasn’t having it. Just as Katherine had anticipated, Silena made a face when she heard the word ‘girlfriend’. She tried to hide it, but it was too late.

“Oh. How nice,” she smiled, trying to come up with a new angle. “You know, it’s really nice of you to take in a stray demigod. It’s really hard out there for lone demigods. I bet you were, like, homeless, or something,” the girl remarked.

Luke frowned for a moment, not impressed.

“Well, I got by,” Katherine said plainly.

“Aw, it must’ve been hard,” Silena pouted, seeming almost genuine for a moment. “You must’ve been, like, really smelly and stuff. And obviously you had to dress like a man.”

“Katherine did just fine on her own all these years,” Luke assured her, smiling at his girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, did you say your name was…‘Katherine’?” Silena asked her.

“Yeah,” Katherine nodded, unamused.

“Wow, I’ve never met someone named Katherine under the age of fifty!” she exclaimed. “Most people just go by ‘Kate’, or ‘Katie’.”

“Well, I go by Katherine,” Katherine told her, her smile thickening as it became more and more forced.

“Well, you’re really pretty…” Silena stared at her, undoubtedly trying to find something to judge.

“Thanks,” she responded in a friendly manner.

“That’s good you can afford makeup,” Silena said, just saying whatever came to mind.

“Yeah, but I’m… actually not wearing any makeup right now,” Katherine told her patiently.

Luke sat beside her, looking more and more irritated as the conversation dragged on. The others around them, even though they weren’t really part of the conversation, were still picking up on the discomfort.

“Really?” Silena asked, not seeming convinced. “You know, even though I’m a daughter of Aphrodite, I won’t judge. You can tell me.”

“She didn’t have time to put any makeup on,” Luke said more forcefully, trying to move the conversation along. “But either way, she’s absolutely beautiful.”

Silena seemed horribly jealous as Katherine just politely went back to her meal. She and Luke sat in silence as they tried their best to ignore everyone else. Katherine, who was perfectly content with minding her own business, eventually noticed as Luke kept glancing back at a table of other Ares and Aphrodite kids behind them.

“Hey. What’s the matter?” Katherine asked.

Luke stared at her incredulously, stunned by her sudden nonchalance. “You—You don’t hear them?” he questioned.

“No,” she scoffed, quietly listening in.

“They’re fucking vultures,” he muttered under his breath, appalled.

“That’s Luke’s new girlfriend, the street rat,” Katherine overheard one of the girls.

“Her? Why’s he with her?!” another one chimed in.

“Do you have eyes?” one of the boys retorted.

Katherine just rolled her eyes as she tried to

“Ugh, she’s not even pretty,” another girl stared heavily. “She’s probably wearing makeup, too.”

“Becca, you should fight her,” one of the other sons of Ares added. “I bet she can’t fight.”

“No, I bet Gina could take her.”

“Why do you care?” Katherine wondered.

“Because,” Luke scoffed, “They’re disrespecting you.”

“Aw, look at my big, strong man,” Katherine teased, playfully pinching his cheek.

“I’m serious! It’s insane,” Luke argued, “Why do they care so much about messing with a newcomer?!”

“Because, I’m your girlfriend,” she pointed out. “You’re popular here. The guys are all curious, and the girls hate that you’re with someone.”

“I’m popular?” he raised an eyebrow, disgusted by the word.

“Yeah. You are,” she nodded. “And that’s something that’s gonna be an advantage to us.”

“Fine. Whatever,” Luke sighed.

After breakfast, Luke was in charge of training with some of the younger demigods in the arena. Katherine had just been standing around in her own camp T-shirt, trying to fit in as she watched Luke affectionately. Although he didn’t particularly think he was, Luke was good with kids. It was endearing, how patient he was.

Katherine knew that, ever since he was a child, forced to survive on his own, Luke knew what it was like to be at a disadvantage. Furthermore, he knew what it was like to be constantly rejected and constantly shit on. Katherine saw that, in a way, he took advantage of his position as Head Counselor, using it to be to the younger kids what he’d wished he had when he was their age.

“You know, you’re not what I would’ve imagined Luke to like in a girl,” a voice interrupted her thoughts.

Katherine turned, arms crossed, to see who had dared to disturb her. She didn’t know the girl’s name, but she knew it was one of the daughters of Ares she’d seen at breakfast earlier. One of the ones who’d been encouraged to challenge her.

“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” Katherine asked pointedly.

“Gina Alvarez,” the tall, broad-shouldered girl crossed her arms.

There was an army of Ares and Aphrodite kids behind her, along with some others.

“Gina… I don’t know if you have some kind of unrequited crush on Luke, or if you just think I’m fresh meat… But I’m not interested in this high school bullshit,” she looked at her blankly.

“Good. I’m not either,” the younger girl agreed. “Man, you really think you’re the shit… You know, you might be able to dominate at a homeless shelter, but here, I always end every fight with two swords.”

Katherine chuckled softly, looking down at her feet for a moment before she spoke.

“You know, I’ve met a few of you Ares kids. Some of you are cool, but some of you really don’t think about who you’re fucking with,” she said calmly.

“Is that so?” Gina asked. “Then why don’t we settle this in the arena?”

Katherine smiled, not having any qualms about fighting this girl.

“Let’s do it.”

Gina Alvarez didn’t need any further encouragement. The spectators all laughed and murmured, ready for a show. Katherine decided to follow her as she suddenly burst into the arena, nothing but a sword in hand as she decided to disrupt everyone’s activities.

“Alright, everybody out!” she boomed, drawing attention immediately. “We’re gonna spar!”

Luke looked around, trying to determine who she was referring to when he saw Katherine standing behind her. He gave her a worried glance, trying to decide whether or not this sounded like a good idea.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’ll be fine,” Katherine promised him, allowing him to come to her.

“Be careful,” Luke warned her, lightly kissing her to wish her good luck.

The quickly growing audience around them whooped and hollered like a pack of hyenas as they enjoyed the spectacle.

“Well? Are you gonna kiss your boyfriend, or are you gonna come fight?” Gina demanded as he cleared out the arena.

“Where’s your arm for?” Katherine taunted her back.

“I don’t need it,” Gina smiled, shrugging as her large portion of the audience cheered on her arrogance.

Luke just shook his head in dismay as Katherine nodded appreciatively.

“You’re fighting without armor?” she asked expectantly, eyebrow raised.

“Yup,” Gina grinned. “See, unlike you, street rat, some of us actually have enough training to go without it.”

Katherine nodded in amusement, considering all of her options.

“Alright. Well. I don’t need it either,” she announced, as Luke’s eyes widened. His mouth quickly formed a frown as he pursed his lips, disapproving of Katherine’s recklessness.

Everyone watched as she pulled Aphrodite’s lipstick tube out from her pocket. Luke watched in horror as she tossed it out over the arena for him to catch.

“I also… don’t need a weapon,” she announced, as the crowd of Half-Bloods gathered all around them roared with excitement.

“No,” Luke mouthed, watching as Gina seemed amused by Katherine’s confidence.

“Alright. Let’s see how this pans out for you,” the dark-haired girl agreed, readying her sword.

Katherine just remained calm, no discernible expression on her face as she simply put her fists up in front of her face, ready for a fight. Everyone was now silent, waiting in suspense. Many people seemed eager to watch Katherine lose the fight, while a bunch of others were cheering on her cockiness, mostly the sons of Ares and some of the Apollo kids.

A loud grunt cut through the maddening silence as Gina charged at Katherine, slashing her sword right at her and missing miserably. Katherine jumped to the left, ducking the blow and taking to the ground as she swept Gina with her foot, knocking her to the ground.

A bunch of the Ares kids laughed hysterically as the girl angrily hopped off the ground, humiliated by the fall. Glaring at Katherine with an immense hatred, she took another swipe at her with the sword, once again completely missing her as she leapt out of the way, coming behind Gina as she just barely turned quickly enough to avoid being caught off guard.

Everyone around him was yelling and screaming, but Luke found himself standing there in complete silence, arms crossed as he observed the fight. He had no idea what was going to happen, but he knew that if Gina actually hurt Katherine, he’d kill her himself. For a split second, Luke had to remind himself to focus on the fight in front of him before he spent too long thinking about strangling Gina Alvarez.

The fight seemed to be going well, as Katherine seemed to still have been able to completely avoid being hit or cut in any way. She seemed perfectly fine, more than fine. Taking advantage of Katherine’s currently passive fighting style, Gina attempted to deliver a finishing blow to her head with the hilt of her sword, just for Katherine to gracefully outmaneuver her, grabbing her by the elbow and managing to completely grab hold of the sword.

Before Gina even knew it, she was staring down the edge of her own blade, hands in the air as it came extremely close to her face.

“Where’s your two swords now?” Katherine asked her.

Those watching cheered for their winner, as Katherine just ignored the entire ordeal altogether, swinging the sword around so that she could hand it back.

“Here’s one,” she said, leaving the arena.

Sighing as he just shook his head at her, Luke rested his hand on Katherine’s back as he handed back her spear, deciding that was enough human interaction for the both of them. No one really messed with Katherine after that. Eventually, she began to fit in fairly well at Camp Half-Blood. She didn’t really have any friends, but she’d established something of a place for herself in their ranks.

Throughout the rest of the week, Katherine met plenty of people, most of which were welcoming to her as a new camper and as Luke’s girlfriend. Even a good amount of the Aphrodite kids were nice to her, complimenting her and sitting by her at meals. Gina didn’t bother her anymore, respecting the fact that she’d won their fight.

She’d had no trouble from the majoritu of the Aphrodite and Ares kids, except for a select few who were assholes to everyone else anyways. One group in particular were Adam Peters, an som of Ares, and his band of yes men, along with a group of girls they were friends with.

Up until a certain point, Katherine and Luke were able to disregard their childish comments and teasing. Up until a certain point. The trouble all started one Tuesday morning when everyone was still gathered around talking after breakfast, mostly all the older kids.

Luke had always hated Adam and his friends; they were all a bunch of sadistic meatheads who just liked to torment people. They were the kind of kids who picked on him when he was younger and smaller, and he just couldn’t stand them. He couldn’t stand the way they acted around people and got away with it, and he definitely couldn’t stand the way people actually liked them.

He was watching them standing around, messing with one of the younger Demeter kids before they went back to talking about whatever they were talking about. Of course, he really started to notice when he realized that they were talking about Katherine, who was standing off to the side talking to Destiny, a daughter of Aphrodite she’d found was actually nice.

This was one of the more rare occasions in which Katherine was dressed in her own normal clothes, a pair of jeans and a tank top. It was sunny out, and kind of warm, so she’d elected to be comfortable. But evidently, Adam and the sons of Ares couldn’t just leave her be.

“Luke’s girlfriend is so hot,” one of them stared. “I don’t know how a guy like Luke’s hitting that.”

Luke’s blood started boiling.

“You really think he is?” one of the others asked skeptically.

“How could he not?” Adam chimed in. “Look at her. She’s probably done, like, whole football teams and shit.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Katherine saw everything quickly unfold. She saw Luke fuming, and she saw him march up to Adam and his friends. She and Destiny quickly stopped talking, as Destiny began to panic.

“Oh my God, what’s happening?” the girl began to stare.

“Hey. What’d you just say about Katherine?” Luke demanded, his voice dark with a rage that simmered just below the surface.

Adam laughed at the taller guy, looking at him as if he were the one out of line.

“I wasn’t talking about your girlfriend, dude. Relax,” he scoffed, as the other guys started piling onto the confrontation.

“Don’t bullshit me, you know exactly what you were talking about,” Luke promised him, getting dangerously close as he pointed a finger at him. “If I ever catch you talking about Katherine like that again, or any girl, for that matter… I’m fucking rocking your shit.”

“Ooh.”

The other guys began quietly chuckling and laughing as they tried to gauge how Adam would handle the confrontation.

“What’d you say?” Adam all but puffed out his chest.

“I said, you talk about a girl like that one more time, I’m gonna punch you in the face,” Luke smiled, crossing his arms smugly.

There was something strangely humorous about his threat, as if he were about to burst out laughing even at the thought of something so violent in nature.

“You’re gonna punch me?” Adam demanded. “Next to me, you’re built like a stick.”

“I don’t think you wanna compare sticks with me,” Luke promised him with a smile.

This comment seemed to anger him far more than any of the others.

“I’m gonna beat you to a pulp,” Adam decided, stepping up.

“Can you spell pulp?” Luke asked.

Angered beyond measure, Adam took a swing at Luke as Katherine immediately stepped in. None of his friends tried to pull him back, but Katherine threw a hard punch at him as he and Luke tussled, trying to deter him like a giant shark. But Luke was able to handle the fight on his own, shoving Adam back as he threw another punch at him, getting him right in the nose.

Adam ignored the nosebleed, lunging at Luke as Luke got a couple more hits in, hitting his face and kneeing his rib cage. One of the other guys eventually decided to pull Adam back, as Katherine finally intervened and grabbed Luke, realizing that if he kept throwing punches, this would turn into a full blown brawl. Like was livid as he instinctively pulled against Katherine, teeth bared like an animal as he is one-track mind focused only on drawing blood.

Katherine grabbed him and quickly spun him around so that he was facing her, taking in the reddish purple bruise forming on his cheek. Luke took a moment to stop growling like an animal, her eyes bringing him back to reality as he forced himself to stop fighting against her, feeling awful as he worriedly cupped her face in his hands.

“Oh, Katherine, I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking at her apologetically.

“It’s okay,” she assured him, nodding as he held her. “You’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure?!” he asked her, panicking as the others left them alone.

“Yes, baby, I’m sure,” she breathed, trying to calm him down. “Just calm down. Take a deep breath.”

Luke sighed as her hands fell, brushing his arms as she loosened her grip on him.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to the room,” she said quietly, leading him away.

Although she knew he’d be perfectly fine, Katherine decided it’d be best if she tended to the gash on his face, dabbing at it with a cold cloth to soothe him. She was more focused on soothing him than his small wound.

“I don’t know what got into me,” Luke admitted apologetically, looking up at her as she sat down next to him on the bed.

“You don’t like it when people talk bad about me. That’s what got into you,” she said calmly.

“That’s not an excuse. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I shouldn’t have been acting like this… Ever since the diner,” he expressed guiltily.

“Luke,” Katherine murmured, affectionately cupping his face as she sank into his lap, “I don’t care. I Iike that you wanna stand up for me. Okay?”

He finally found comfort as he looked into her dark eyes, seeing everything he wanted. He could finally calm down.

“Okay,” he nodded, allowing her to help him.

She smiled softly, brushing his hair back with her hand.

“You know… It’s really hot, the way you like fighting the guys who disrespect me,” she cooed, brushing his lower lip with her thumb.

Luke looked up at her with wonder.

“Are we doing this right now?” he asked her.

“Only if you want to,” she murmured, her lips breathing hot air on his neck.

He groaned softly, hands dropping as she staryed to shift on his lap.

“Fuck, I want to.”

He pressed his lips against hers as she slid her fingers up into his short, dirty blond hair. He moaned at the friction she was causing, pulling away for a split second to appreciate the view of her. He watched with wide eyes as she began to grind herself against his knee, groaning as she practically got herself off on just his knee. He stared at her and absolute wonder, not sure that he deserved someone like her.

“You’re perfection,” he murmured, looking up at her in adoration.

She started grinding down harder on his knee, sighing happily as she found the sweet spot. She rocked back and forth, fucking his knee as he watched her, feeling like some sort of voyeur. She smiled with relief, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she slid her hands up his thighs, groping at his flesh through his pants as she rode his knee. The friction against her hole was frustrating in that it was just barely enough.

Luke panted hard as he tried to stop himself from getting to lost in her. He was taken completely by surprise as she aggressively mounted him, shoving him back on the bed. He landed with a thud on his back, glad in that moment that they had their own room and definitely couldn’t be heard by anyone, especially with the entire cabin being empty.

Luke just took a moment to look up at her helplessly as she pushed him down, grinning hungrily as she slid her hands up underneath his shirt. He moaned softly as her nails slightly scraped against his bare skin. He sighed happily, lying there as she tackled him, her lips and sharp teeth nipping at the sensitive skin on his neck. She knew all of his weak spots, and it made him dizzy.

Luke cackled like a maniac as she unexpectedly slapped him across the face. He knew it should’ve hurt, but in that moment, he was only burning with passion. Everything she did set him on fire and he wanted more of it. He watched with a nervous gulp as Katherine threw her shirt off, kissing his lips as she slowly moved her hands up his shirt, helping him take it off.

Luke watched her a she continued to get herself off on his thigh, rocking back and forth like a psycho. He chuckled in disbelief as she groaned like a porn star, eyes almost black with greed as she began to leave a wet spot on his knee.

“Fuck, baby…”

He eagerly threw his shirt over his head, looking up at her lovingly as she looked at him like her next meal.

“You’re so fucking nasty…”

Amused and captivated by his submission, she slapped him again, watching sadistically as he groaned. He inadvertently thrusted up against her, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Baby,” he whined, needing more.

“Yeah?” she looked down at him normally, as if nothing interesting was happening.

“Sit on my face,” he instructed eagerly.

Katherine smiled as she looked down at him, still met with a desperate furrow in his brows.

“Please, baby, just sit on my face,” he begged her. “I just…” he gulped as he watched her get up, quickly undressing.

She watched him like a hawk, ready to prey on him.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby,” he babbled a bunch of nonsense. “Come on… Sit on my face. Come all over my face. Want you to come all over my face…”

She was nothing if not amused by his devotion.

“Want you dripping all down my chin,” he pleaded, watching as she slowly straddled him.

She leaned down, pressing a hard kiss to his soft lips. He nearly yelped involuntarily as she bit down on his bottom lip with her teeth. He didn’t know why, but he was currently in awe of her. He’d never seen her quite so hungry and animalistic before, and it was consuming him entirely. He needed her. He needed to feel her.

“Sit on my face, baby,” he babbled, already pussy drunk.

Luke watched with pleasure as she didn’t hesitate to sit on his face. Sighing with relief, he waited for her to sink down completely. Unable to contain his excitement, he grabbed her by the thighs, pressing them all the way down until his handprints started to become embedded in her soft flesh. He held her down on top of him, forcing her legs down as she moaned out loud, feeling his tongue inside her.

She gasped again as she felt his hands loudly smacking her thighs, leaving them red as he forced her down on top of him. She groaned with pleasure as tongue flicked at her most sensitive areas, his fingernails starting to dig into her thighs. She sat on his face for a while, in awe of how he neglected to even breathe as he ate her out.

Luke acted like his life depended on it. He moved his face up and down beneath her, licking harsh stripes up and down her folds, and flicking his tongue against her clit. He growled hungrily into her flesh, needing her to finish.

She had no idea exactly how long this went on for as she lost herself in the pleasure, but she knew they had a habit of taking their time together. She sighed exhaustedly as his strong hands forced her thighs down on top of him. His tongue licked up and down at an almost uncontrollable pace. He was an expert, and she couldn’t help gasping softly as she felt herself suddenly squirting as he groaned, lapping up every drop.

Luke growled like an animal as he licked it all up, like he was licking his entire plate after a good meal. She hardly noticed him thrusting and rifting up into the air as he became more and more aroused by her sitting on his face. Growing frustrated, he quickly sat up, almost startling her. But she didn’t have much time to adjust as he changed their positions.

He sat up on the bed, face still slick as he adjusted her on his lap.

“You’re gonna come again,” he announced roughly, lining up his long erection with her opening, “On my cock.”

She moaned quietly as she faced away from him, only feeling the sensation of him easily sliding in.

“Fuck, that was easy,” he gasped. “You’re so wet… Good fucking girl,” he praised excitedly.

He watched with a satisfied grin on his face as she slowly bounced up and down, taking him from behind as he grabbed her by the hair, roughly pulling her head back so that he could suck on her neck like some kind of crazed sex vampire.

“Fuck, I love the way you feel,” he gasped as she bounced up and down, “You like it, baby?” he asked considerately.

“Yes!” she groaned, just as aggressive as he was. “Fuck yes!”

She grabbed him by the hair, forcing his bites on her neck and collarbone to get even rougher. He had no idea what it was about her lately, but when Luke was with her, all his inhibitions went out the window. Even everything he said was more unhinged and full of unbridled passion.

“I’d do anything for you,” he babbled. “You’re my fucking girl… You want me to eat your pussy? I’ll eat your pussy. You want me to fuck you from the back, I’ll fuck you from the back… You want me to slit Adam’s throat and lick the knife for you to watch, I’ll do it. I’ll do it all, baby,” he laughed darkly.

Luke threw his head back in anticipation as she tightened around him, intentionally pushing him over the edge. Her fingernails dug into his thighs as she rested her hands on his knees to steady herself.

“Just come, baby,” he urged her. “Come on, you got it. Just come all over my cock…”

He whined aggressively, his breath hitching in his throat as she rode him harder and harder.

“You’re so fucking nasty, I love you,” he moaned, feeling her hand reach behind her to tug on his hair. “I love you,” he breathed.

He gasped lightly as he realized he came, the warmth penetrating her as she just grinned, enjoying how disgusting they were both being. He is breath grew shaky and labored as he watched her slowly coming down from her high, as her own wetness began to mix with his. Not fazed by any of it, she reached for his face and kissed his lips, hungrily getting a taste of herself through him.

His hands fell to her waist as he gently held her down on top of him, pulling away as his soft blue eyes looked into hers.

“I love you,” he whispered, absolutely pussy drunk.

He chuckled lightly as he got another smack across the face, sighing in ecstasy. He knew it shouldn’t have been, but the idea of violence in her name was what started all of this.

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Chapter Fourteen

[gabigabigabby]

headcanons | portugal national team

seleção portuguesa x fem!reader

headcanons of other countries; brazil, england and argentina

a/n: of course i had to do it with my portuguese babies! i love this team so much 😭 enjoy! 🇵🇹

synopsis: headcanons of the portugal national team during the world cup 🏆

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cristiano ronaldo

cristiano has always been a dad figure to u

u feel that way bc u have met gio and their kids

alana is obsessed w u btw

u and gio are almost inseparable

especially during the world cup

at the world cup, u would always sit w gio and the kids

cris is honestly thankful that ur always there to help out

even if he doesn't admit it

cris would ask u for fun ab the positions portugal should use in upcoming tournaments

"when we face korea, what kind of starting position would be good?"

"idk, 4-3-3?"

"but we did that last game"

he always wants ur opinions on anything that can help better the team

and lucky for u (and cris), u know football enough to give ur opinions

cris loves u (seriously)

joão félix

u promised urself u wouldn't date a footballer

but at the same time, u wished joão wouldn't respect that

there is no doubt that u like joão

bc who doesn't

it's also not ur fault that joão is so charming and gorgeous

he would always ask u out for coffee

or for tacos

he's obsessed w them

he dedicated his goal against ghana to u

"when u score, can u do ur atléti bang bang bang thing?"

"no"

he did his atlético gun celebration anyway just for u

trust when i say the kid is obsessed w u

ruben dias

ruben is like a big brother to u

u never really understood a brother's love

that all changed when u met ruben

i like to imagine that it was ruben specifically that introduced u to joão

u met ruben earlier than the rest bc u are a huge man city fan

u were there at ruben's first game for man city

ruben loves getting on a yacht and suntanning

and u do too

so everytime ruben got the chance to rent a yacht

u were the first person he invited

ruben always makes sure u feel comfortable around the city and portugal guys

especially if any of them try to come onto u (which rarely ever happens bc they're all absolute sweethearts)

bernardo silva

u dont want to say bernardo is like a father figure to u

but that's literally how he is around u

bernardo feels very protective of u

whenever nobody offers u anything

enter, bernardo silva

"hey, u want water or anything?"

"u okay? need anything?"

before the second half of the game starts

bernardo would approach the box and ask if ur feeling comfortable

"how are u finding the game? are u comfortable? i can ask the gaffer to let u sit at the benches if u want"