#He always looks so so so damn good with his hair pushed up 🙏

[minh-i]

Goddamn. He's so gorgeous I'm not even gonna

[mrderondncefloor]

losing all my innocence in the backseat.

wolverine (logan howlett) x virgin f!reader

summary: exactly what it sounds like, losing your virginity in the back of logan’s car.

wc: 2.7k (yea.. 🚬)

warnings/tags: MDNI. porn with plot. car sex! unspecified age gap. logan internal battle if he’s good enough for reader. virginity loss. pet names (princess, bub) dirty talk. blowjob. fingering. logan touches reader. finger sucking. logan can smell reader. pussy pronouns. reader is non descriptive but has hair long enough for logan to hold and is wearing a skirt. masturbation/logan watching reader touch herself. it’s not extensive but there is mention of readers foot rubbing logan’s cock. pretty much readers whole dialogue is begging logan to fuck her lmfao. big dick logan. unprotected sex/creampie (wrap it up!) logan talking you through it. i think this is all but lmk if i missed anything!

authors note: two logan smuts in 24 hours like no i am not ok mentally. also yea.. everyone say thank you addison rae 🙏 i love this song. i’m so much happier with this than what i posted yesterday but yeah anyway if u have requests send send send!!!

the gravel softly crackled beneath the tires of the car as logan pulled off to the shoulder of the road, stretching long and vacant ahead. mötley crüe played low, the leather of logan’s jacket crunching as he pulled the cigar from between his lips, ashing it into the palm of his hand. his brow pushed in a furrow, then eased as he twisted the burnt cherry out into his skin, wound sealing over on it’s own as he looked over at you. you, who looked absolutely gorgeous in the passenger seat of his baby, the setting sun warm on your skin. half the time he’s not sure what you’re doing here with him, damn sure that you had a line of suitors waiting for an ounce of your attention, all of them a better man that he could ever be, but he was too selfish to try an keep himself away from you, pulled in harder each time he told himself to step away. he reached a hand across, rough palm that has been through decades of fighting coming to hold your cheek. he had a hard exterior but was always gentle with you. he watched you, memorizing the curve of your bottom lip, the flush of pink that moves across your cheeks under his eyes. he pulled himself into you, lips pressed to yours, fingers curling at the nape of your neck. he’s kissed you before, plenty make out sessions taking place in his car, on the couch in your apartment, but he’d always stop you before it got too far- always afraid to get closer, to let you give yourself up to a man like him who definitely didn’t deserve one as sweet as you. and believe him, this had taught him well about patience. you never made it easy on him, he could smell the heat between your thighs and it took everything he had in himself to pull back and bid you goodnight. he knew he was in trouble when he pulled off on the side of the road, but he could smell it on you when he picked you up tonight- more pronounced than usual given the skirt that you wear. so god damn short that it was pulling all sorts of attention at the bar you came from, but then again, it’s hard to blame anyone when you look like this. your hands are on him and it’s intoxicating, he loves the way your nails feel when they softly scratch at the back of his head. the warmth of your palms when you squeeze his bicep. his tongue dips into your mouth and he loves the way you hum, as if imagining what more his tongue could do between your thighs. he’s thought about it too, several nights spent jerking himself to what it might be like to taste you. if how you smelt was any indication of how you might taste- fuck was he in for it. your thighs begin to part, he can hear your thighs rub against the leather of the seat as they slowly open, inviting him in. his palm leaves the side of your head, pushing your thighs together again, “don’t do this to me, bub.” he whispered against your mouth, he’s so god damn weak. the smell of his burnt out cigar is slowly fading and you’re taking over, filling his every breath. “please, logan.” the way you plea for him has his jaw tightening, his lips coming back to yours. he kisses you harder this time, trying to distract himself but it’s to no avail, your thighs pulling apart again, sticky with your own self since logan had picked you up earlier tonight. his heart is pounding in his ears, drowning out the sound of the radio station, so focused on you, disappointed when your hand leaves his hair.

a moan hums in your throat and when logan draws back he’s not half prepared for the sight before him. thighs spread, your smaller hand tucked beneath the hem of your skirt, the slow motions indicative of what you were doing. your sweet fills his car, surrounding him as you look up at him with eyes he’s never seen before, so full of want. it’s all so fucking much, and he realizes that denying himself of you won’t go further than tonight. your head slowly falls back against the leather headrest, pads of your fingers slowly working circles against your swollen clit through the lace of your panties, but your eyes hold his, not daring to let him look away. “you want me that bad, bub?” he asks you quietly, the palm of his hand engulfs your thigh, spreading your legs open wider so that he could watch. “it’s all i think about, logan. driving me crazy.” you hum, your fingers already slick through the sheer material, hair sticking to your sweaty neck- the temperature in the car rising as he watched you. he lets his thigh fingers slowly climb closer until he’s gently moving your hand out of his way, hooking your soaked panties with his finger and he tugs them to the side. your pussy glistens under the rapidly fading sun and logan fights to keep his composure. she’s just as pretty as he’d imagined her to be. his hand draws back and his fist clamps, adamantium claw slowly unsheathing itself. “relax, couldn’t ever hurt you.” he promises, using his singular claw to slice your panties in half, chuckling at your gasp.

“logan! i loved this pair!” you swat at him gently as his claw retracts back into his hand. “promise i’ll buy you ten new pairs,” he nods, flat of his tongue licking at his fingers before bringing them to your pussy. he watched you under a furrowed brow, the way you sucked in a slow breath when his calloused fingertips touched your clit, swirling at the swollen nub. you look more beautiful than ever, leaned back into the seat while his fingers rub at your pussy. his cock is pressed hard against the denim of your jeans, low groan peeling out the back of his throat when your slide your bare foot into his lap, sole running against the length of his cock. “greedy girl. let me focus on you, bub,” he nods, lifting your foot from his lap. he chuckles when you pout out a bottom lip but it quickly turns to a moan when his fingers press harder against you. his fingers leave you briefly, spat onto his fingers before they return. “need more, lo, please.” you plea for him and he nods, too far in to not give you what you want. god, he’s obsessed. his middle finger presses at your core and your eyes find his, he leans into you, pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. “couldn’t ever hurt you,” he repeats, and absolutely meant it. he would’ve done anything for you, you were everything to him whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not. you nod, laying back into the seat again as he slowly pushed his middle finger inside your tight walls, all the way to his knuckle. you’re warm and tight around him and he’s eaten up by the feeling of you. you whine softly and he brought his free hand to lay against the back of your head. he gives you a minute before he started to pump his finger inside you, long, slow strokes feeling you out. each soft, breathless moan you let out the button of his jeans strains tighter, fighting to not pop open and ricochet around the car. his thumb fingers your clit, swirling against the nub as his finger slides in and out of your soaked cunt. “more.” you nod, and logan carefully adds a second finger, slower again as he watches your cunt adjust to the stretch, taking him to the knuckle.

his fingers are slick with you as they pump in and out, your arousal wetting the leather of his seat. he took good care of his car, but he’s more than happy to let you make the mess, especially when you looked so god damn perfect doing so. you’ve been torn down to nothing more than soft cries of his name as his fingers pump into you, thumb relentless as it brushed your clit and logan sees stars himself, every second of this tethering him tighter to you. “atta girl. been waitin’ long enough for me to give this to you, go on an cum for me, princess.” his voice is low between the squelch of your pussy that his fingers plunge into, thighs trembling as you melt beneath him, for him, and logan’s lips curl up slowly. he brings you down slowly, fingers pumping slower and slower until he pulls them out, popped onto his tongue like he was a man starved. he feverishly sucks the taste of you off himself, sweet on his tongue and fuck he doesn’t know how he’s managed to go so god damn long without tasting you. his fingers pull off his tongue and are quickly replaced by your mouth as you climb across the front seat into his lap, staining the front of his jeans as you grind yourself down into his lap, desperate for more, to feel full of him in it’s entirety. he lets you rock against his denim as a reminder of you for later, one of his hands wrapped in your hair as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue while you push off his leather jacket, leaving him behind in only a white tank top that’s fitted against his broad torso. “lo it’s been long enough.. please,” you beg him and he nods, reaching for the handle and the car door creaks open, stepping out into the night.

the road is empty and he takes his time getting into the backseat with you. the door slams shut behind him, and you’re quickly peeling at his tank top and fighting with his belt buckle as he settled in the seat. “you’d tear me apart f’you could, bub.” he grinned down at you, sighing when you win the battle against his zipper and some of the pressure is relieved. “mhm.” your smile is playful as you tug at his jeans, his head cocked slightly as you lean down into his lap, pressing kisses against him through his boxers. his forehead creased, jaw clamped tight. “you don’t have to do this tonight, bub,” he tried, but fuck does he want you to. “i know,” you nod, reaching a hand into his boxers to pull him out, eyes widened slightly. everything about logan was larger than normal so you shouldn’t have expected much different below his belt, but yet, you’re still surprised at just how big his cock is. he watched you peel at your top, tossed into the front seat, skirt shimmied down over your hips, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “so god damn pretty.” he shook his head, sucking in a sharp breath when your hand wrapped around his cock, unsure of yourself as you tug at him. “lick your palm, bub.” he instructed quietly, figuring that he might have to walk you through it. your tongue laps a long, spitty stripe against the palm of your hand before you wrap your hand around him again. “jerk it nice an slow,” he nods, pushing a hand back through his hair as he watched your smaller hand carefully pump at his cock, one arm draped across the length of the backseat. “god damn.. s’real good, bub. just like that.” he sighs, hair curling out at the back of his sweaty neck, teeth sinking into the knuckle of his finger. you’ve hardly done much but he was so god damn desperate for you that just about anything could’ve blown his mind right now. a low groan is pulled from the back of his throat when you lean into him, tongue slowly licking up the veins that protrude on the underside of his cock, his eyes fluttering as they roll back. “fuck.” he grits, tongue darting across his wet lips. “come on.. let me feel that pretty mouth.” he motions to you with his chin, watching as your lips wrap around him, holding his base as the warmth of your mouth moves over his cock. the sight of you with his cock in your mouth is something to behold, wordless as your mouth slowly takes him deeper, exploring him, your tongue slowly running over his veins and swirling his tip as his fingers grasped onto the back of your hair, holding it out of the way. the sight of you was enough to drive him fucking crazy. “m’goin’ to cum already f’you keep doin’ that, princess.” he warns, pulling your mouth up from his lap, strings of spit connected between the two of you. he pulls you closer, lips coming back to yours as he pushed off his jeans the rest of the way, shifting in the backseat with you so that you’re laid out across the leather.

a sigh parted logan’s lips as his tip brushed along your slit before aligning himself at your core, pieces of dark hair hung over his forehead as his cock sunk deep inside you. you sleeve around him like you were made for him, squeezing his cock until he’s pressed to the base, your nails clawing at his tanned skin, digging into the muscle of his biceps but his body is quick to rid himself of any long lasting marks. “i know, bub.” he whispered, tip of his nose brushing yours, a sweet kiss pressed onto your mouth. you don’t have to tell him that you love it, he can see it in your eyes, he knows how long you’ve been a good girl and patiently waited to be so full of him while he overthought it time and time again. his hips peel back from yours and he slides back inside with long, slow strokes. his muscles stretch and flex beneath his skin with each roll of his hips, pulling sweet moans from your lips that he’s damn near begging to hear more of, your cries for him so god damn sweet. “she’s fuckin’ perfect, feels so damn good around me,” his mutters, thumb returning to your clit, swirling at the small nub in rough circles as you cry out for him. “m’so full, lo,” “i know, princess. just what you wanted ain’t it?” you nod quickly in response, only part of you grasping the words he’s muttering, the pleasure splitting through you. he takes a look between you, his cock coated in your mess, white ring of creamy arousal built up around his base. “fuck.” he grunts, he’s never seen something so hot in his entire god damn life and that said enough, he’s been around a long god damn time. you catch one of the dog tags that dangled above you in your mouth, teeth clamped down against the steel as you muffled a moan when he fucks you. “cum on my cock, bub. i know she got one more for me, let me have it,” he nods, peeling back to sit upright and he pulls you with him, slowly rolling his hips up into yours and your head drops back. you grasp at his shoulders, his mouth sucking at your exposed throat as he felt your second orgasm rip through you, pussy clamping around his cock. your cries drown out the sound of 80’s rock playing from the stereo, pushing your hips down into his, desperately chasing after his orgasm. “inside, please.” you beg, your fingers weaving into his dark hair. logan is too far gone to argue you, to not give you what you’re asking for, cock buried deep inside you when he came undone, painting you with him just like you’d asked of him. his heart drums in his ears, sighing as his head drops forward against your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your bare skin, palms slowly moving across the span of your back.

sat in logan’s lap while he puffs at his relit cigar he looks over at you with a smirk curled on his mouth. “jesus, bub. i think i might be in love with you.”

[pupkashi]

f1 racer!satoru 💭🏎️

a/n: hi friends ! i have had this au rattling in my head like a damn maraca for SO LONG im so glad i finally got around to putting it out for yall :3 this might be for a very niche group of people but i hope the five of you who enjoy f1 will appreciate this 🙏 let me know what yall think if you’d like him to make a reappearance in drabbles or one shots !! <3

masterlist

f1 racer!satoru who is mercedes golden boy, replacing lewis hamilton after his move to ferrari, going toe to toe with the likes of red bull and Ferrari racers

f1 racer!satoru who is loved across the grid and in the general public, think Italian men with charles leclerc, he’s the people’s princess, truly

f1 racer!satoru who dominates his rookie year, leaving everyone stunned at how truly talented and amazing he is

f1 racer!satoru who has the most followers on social media from everyone on the grid, everyone fawning over him constantly

f1 racer!satoru who loves the attention, but all of it seems so meaningless the second he meets you, falling hard and fast from the couple conversations you had, giving you free tickets for the race in an attempt to get more time with you

f1 racer!satoru who shows up and shows out the Grand Prix that weekend, eyes searching the crowd as tries his best to focus on his post race interviews

f1 racer!satoru finds you in the crowd as he steps onto the podium, smile widening and dimples popping out, he’s laughing as his podium mates douse him in champagne, all of them taking a swig from the comically large champagne bottle

f1 racer!satoru who says his to you with champagne dripping down his face and off his snowy hair, asking what the odds were of you letting him take you out on a date where he’s not working

f1 racer!satoru who is impossible to not fall for, with his witty replies and pretty blue eyes, he has you weak in the knees and on FaceTime every night

f1 racer!satoru who takes you carting, letting you win and treating you to dinner afterwards, buzzing with nervousness as he asks you to be his

f1 racer!satoru who is elated to have you as his partner, having you fly out with him whenever you could to his races, explaining everything about formula 1 to you beforehand, chest warming when he realizes how focused you look on his every word

f1 racer!satoru who develops a pre-race ritual with you, having you hype him up and giving him a good luck kiss before the two of you walk out of his driver room and into the garage, he’s zipping up his driver suit and asking you to help adjust his balaclava, smiling when you kiss his nose and wish him luck

f1 racer!satoru who seems to become even better after he started dating you, managing to podium every race and putting up a fight against a dominating red bull team; in every interview he says it’s not only the car but his amazing lover who helps him push every lap

f1 racer!satoru who has a picture of you in his helmet as his lockscreen, and you have one of him in his fireproofs as yours

f1 racer!satoru who gets dubbed ‘the grids angel boy’ after you commented on his post fresh off his Japan Grand Prix win ‘congratulations my angel boy’

the entire grid loves you, announcers and commentators always excited when you show up to a race, cameras showing you in the Mercedes garage ‘and we have y/n in the garage today!’ you smile brightly at the camera, ‘i guess we know who’s gonna get pole position for qualifying tonight’

f1 racer!satoru who drives you around in his fancy Mercedes, sports and classic cars, exploring every city with you, treating you to expensive food and presents, walking hand in hand with you down the streets of Monaco, taking pictures of you at the beach in Miami and sending flowers when you can’t make it to his races

f1 racer!satoru who is absolutely smitten over you, adding your initial to his helmet hidden among the design, showing it to you with sparkling blue eyes as your heart flutters

f1 racer!satoru who runs to you after every race, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you on the lips before celebrating with his team

[wonton4rang]

i really don’t wanna think about leehan purring you in a headlock whilst fucking you but i think i have no choice 😟

warnings: +18, smut, mentions of choking and rough, unprotected sex (do better y'all 🙏)

damn, i didn't want to think about it either but now that you brought it up i can't just ignore it, can i? cause imagine campus crush/ band boy leehan with his pretty face and long hair looking so perfect that you never really payed attention to the way his body was built. well, maybe you should've because when you both danced together in that party and you felt the muscles under his black leather jacket your pussy could only throbb, you trying to hide the fact that he was making you feel hot asf.

it would be embarrassing because you both were just dancing yk? and he was not even aware of anything, yk? but was that true? no, it wasn't, because leehan was very much aware of the way your hands started to press on his biceps, your eyes peeking at his collarbone at each opportunity and he could only smirk.

"wanna get out of here?" he would whisper against your ear, watching your face for an answer or reaction. "it's getting kinda hot, don't you think?" but you still didn't react, you even got a little bit confused so he just took off his jacket and showed you what you've been craving the whole night, his muscles, flexing when he started to fold the piece of clothe.

"you kinda right" you nodded, your eyes still fixated on his arms "we should get out of here"

long story short he took you to his place, kissing you the second you both went through that door. his hands were fast to undo your shorts and start playing with your pussy under your underwear, you took the chance to hold his forearms and press your nails there while you still kissed.

but you didn't want to cum on his hand so you pushed him away and he didn't even flinch, starting to undo his pants with that mischievous smirk on his lips.

he turned you over, pressing your chest against the wall and his dick quickly finding your gapping hole from behind, but not only he went in right away, his arm also passed around your chest and pulled you back; basically headlocking you when he started to thrust into you.

all you could do was hold his arm with both hands, listening to the wetness of your cunt while being fucked and his low groans piercing through your ears, your legs shaked when he pressed all the way in and kept his dick there for a second before pulling out and doing the same a few times.

he fucked you so good :(( and it wasn't the only time !! you both always got together at least once or twice a week to fuck, leehan always finding a new way of using his muscles to make your cunt be dripping wet for him to slide right in 😔

[teapartyprincess4two]

Full Set is too damn good you write it sooo well. like I actually NEED more matt stories from you 🙏

Small Town Dreaming- M. Sturniolo

pairing: neighbor!reader x bestfriend!Matt

classification: fluff, best friends to lovers (kinda)

warnings: use of y/n, slow build up, small town au

summary: There’s not much to do in this small town but fall in love.

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Your small town has been boring for as long as you can remember. The town was so small you could probably run down every street in less than an hour. There was one movie theater that played reruns of movies no one cared about, a bowling alley with 4 bowling balls in total, a park with a wooden termite infested playground, and a library with books so old they had mold. Everyone either had a flock of chickens or a herd of sheep, spending their free time tending to the livestock.

One of your favorite pastimes was to sneak up onto the old water tower and just people watch, occasionally pulling out your sketchbook to draw the familiar faces that passed by. No one ever left this town, it always seemed to suck people right back in and keep them here forever. So many people have tried leaving, packing their bags and driving down the main dirt road to freedom. For some reason or another they always turned back though, throwing their dreams out the window on the way.

“One day I’m moving to LA with my brothers,” Matt sighs dreamily, the both of you laying on the trunk of his car as you watch the stars. Without dreams this small, boring town would crush everyone’s spirits. “That’s a good idea,” you say, squinting your eyes as you pretend to squish the stars between your fingers. They looked like fireflies dancing in the sky.

You had a lot of dreams too, most of them involving running away and never turning back, but none of your dreams were written in stone yet. For some reason you felt like you’d end up like many others, too involved in your daily life to ever do something big. You’ve seen it happen to a lot people, your mom included. She was full of dreams and aspirations, but as soon as she got married and started having children it just felt easier to stay.

“What about you?” Matt asks, turning his head to look at you. “What about me?” You say in a teasing tone, hopping off the hood of the car. You were never the type to sit still, plus you didn’t have a definite answer to Matt’s question yet. “What are your dreams?” he asks again, formulating the question in a way that was much easier to answer. It was simple, you wanted to leave, but you were too scared to say it out loud. You felt like if you vocalized it, it wouldn’t come true. Maybe you’d follow Matt and his brothers, you didn’t know yet, but you didn’t want to stay here for the rest of your life.

You take a while to respond so he interjects again jokingly, “or are you staying here forever?” The idea of staying here forever was actually terrifying, but you’re only a junior in high school so it’s easy to push the thought to the back of your mind. “I am NOT staying here forever,” you reply, shivering at the idea of this town becoming your finally destination. “I won’t end up like my mom,” you whispered, shaking your head as you looked at the ground. Matt stays silent as he hops off the hood of the car, walking over to you and hugging you. “It’s okay. You can just come with me and my brothers,” he whispers against your hair as he rubs comforting circles into your back.

The sentiment was nice and it made you smile. “That could be fun,” you murmured, dreaming about a life that seemed so far away.

—

You’re 21 years old now and that conversation feels like a lifetime ago. You’re currently in the kitchen helping your mom prepare lunch for your dad and brothers. “Make sure you don’t cut the tomatoes too thick,” she instructs as she expertly cuts onions beside you. Over the years she managed to refine her kitchen skills, the onions having no affect on her whatsoever. You, on the other hand, are wiping away the involuntary tears with the back of your hand.

“I know how to cut tomatoes,” you reply, squinting so you can see through the tears. Her eyes are trained on you as she piles the onions into the pan. They sizzle loudly, steam rising from the hot pan. Sometimes you wonder why you even bothered helping her if she was going to be so bossy. “Then why are they so thick?” She retorts, grabbing one of the tomato slices from your cutting board and wiggling it around in her fingers. You laugh as you watch the tomato dance back in forth, “fine you do it then.”

She doesn’t second guess it, instead she grabs the knife from you and swiftly cuts the rest of the tomatoes. She’s done before you can even look away. You walk over to the sink to wash your hands before replying, “no one is gonna die from a thick tomato slice.” She sends you a glare as she grabs the cutting board and slides the tomatoes into the pan. “No, but you need to know how to do this stuff for when you get married. No one is gonna wanna marry a girl who can’t cook,” she responds with a tsk, mixing the vegetables in the pan so they become sautéed.

You don’t say anything, you just watch as she tastes a now translucent onion, checking the flavor. “Needs some garlic,” she mumbles, moving towards the cupboard to grab the seasoning. Talking about marriage and relationships with your mom was always awkward because she always found a way to push your buttons. “Speaking of marriage,” she says again, turning the stove off. Now she’s completely facing you, cleaning her hands on a kitchen towel as she continues, “what ever happened to that Matt boy you always used to hang out with?”

You groaned, she brought Matt up at least once a month. “I haven’t talked to Matt since high school, mom,” you reply, rolling your eyes at her inability to remember details you repeatedly told her. She nods her head almost like it’s the first time she’s hearing this as she whispers, “that’s a shame.” The last thing you want to talk about is an old friend who actually managed to leave this town behind, so you decide to wash the dishes in the sink to avoid any further conversation. Hopefully the sound of the running water would drown out your mom’s voice.

You let the hot water run over your hands as you reminisce over all your memories with Matt. There was homecoming, football games, prom night, nights at the bowling alley, sneaking into the theater for popcorn, and of course stargazing. A small smile adorns your face at the memories, you cherished those moments despite them feeling like forever ago.

“He would’ve been a good husband,” your mom says casually, dumping any remaining dirty dishes in the sink before walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

She was right, he would’ve made a perfect husband.

—

“I’ll be back!” You call out to your mom as you tug your shoes on and grab your coat from the couch. November was always chilly, especially in a town like yours where there were no large buildings to block the wind. That wouldn’t stop you from sneaking up onto the old tower, instead it actually excited you. The rush of being so high up was the most exhilarating thing this town had to offer.

“Where are you going?” She calls back, peering her head into the living room from the kitchen. “I’m just gonna go hang out with a friend,” you comment, not wanting to admit your true destination. She always scolded you when you told her you were going to the water tower, claiming it was dangerous and reckless. “You better not be climbing that old tower,” she gave you a stern look before returning to her cooking.

You roll your eyes, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. If you weren’t allowed to do one dangerous and reckless thing, you’d go absolutely insane in this town. “Bye,” you finally say, dismissing yourself in a sing song tone as you walk out the front door.

The walk is short, the only hard part of your journey being the climb up the ladder. It creaks with every step, the rusty metal leaving your hands orange. Finally you arrive at the top, plopping your bag on the metal floor. You carefully take a seat, making yourself comfortable enough to begin people watching. Your legs swing back and forth as you look toward the ground, you were really high up.

People pass by, most of them by foot and you rest against the metal railing as you watch them. All these people were stuck doing mundane things like carrying their groceries home or walking to a friend’s house. So many familiar faces spark your creativity causing you to pull your sketchbook from your bag to begin drawing.

You see your brothers in the distance playing soccer on an old dirt road and you decide they’ll make the perfect warm-up sketch. So, you work diligently to replicate the figures in the distance, trying to capture their motions. The sketch is coming out good, but your pencil suddenly snaps, interrupting the flow you’d created. “Stupid cheap pencil,” you mumble to yourself, resting it in the crack of the sketch book that lays on your lap. You dig through your bag in search of a sharpener, finding it tucked between an old gum wrapper and a candy bar.

Just as you’re about to turn back to your sketchbook, the wind aggressively blows it off your lap. “No, no, no,” you yelp, trying to catch the book before it can slip away. One arm grabs a hold of the railing as the other reaches for the book that’s too far gone. You groan in annoyance, shoving the sharpener back into your bag and getting up slowly so you can make your way down and get your book.

“Ow! What the fuck?” someone exclaims from below, your book hitting them right on the head. ‘Great,’ you think, quickly slinging your bag over your shoulder and climbing down the stairs. Of course your book managed to hit one of the 200 people who populated this town. “I’m so sorry. I was drawing and then the stupid wind-“ you begin to apologize, climbing down the ladder as quickly as possible. You’re interrupted though, “Y/n?!” Everyone in your town knew everyone, who the hell was actually confused to see you?

“Yeah?” you reply, hopping off the ladder and turning towards the voice. Immediately your eyes go wide at the person in front of you. After 3 years of not seeing him, Matt stood right in front of you holding your sketchbook. He looked so much older than the last time you’d seen him. Small stubble scattered across his jaw, his arms adorned with tattoos, and he held a much more modernized look. “Matt?!” you ask in shock, rushing towards him excitedly. Seeing him after so long felt like a breath of fresh air.

“Oh my God! You look so different!” He exclaims, he’s equally as excited to see you. When you both were in high school you were inseparable. Sometimes you’d let your mind wander and dream about a life where the two of you were married, but that was then and this is now. “That’s what 3 years will do,” you chuckled, taking your sketchbook from him and putting it in your back. “Has it really been that long?” he asks, his eyes examining everything about you.

Since the last time he saw you, you’ve grown a little taller and your hair is much longer. You’ve got a woman-like essence about you that you didn’t have before, he’s sure that every guy in town is fighting for a chance with you. Last time he checked, you were the only girl worth looking at, let alone fighting for.

“Yes, dude! Where have you been?” you punch his arm playfully, earning a slight push from Matt. It felt like he never left, you two picked up exactly where you left off. “Chris, Nick, and I have been in L.A,” he responds, the two of you beginning to subconsciously walk away from the water tower. A gust of wind blows past you two causing you to pull your coat tightly around you.

“Aw, Chris and Nick! I haven’t seen them in so long,” you reply longingly, reminiscing briefly on all your memories with the other two. “Yeah we’re here visiting our parents for Thanksgiving. We should all hang out one day,” he says, the word ‘visiting’ leaving a bad taste in your mouth. It was a gentle reminder that they actually escaped this place and only came back as a favor to their parents while you were stuck here indefinitely.

“Yeah that could be fun,” you say halfheartedly. “Are you visiting too?” he asks, genuine curiosity leading him to push further into your personal life. You gulp, becoming scared to admit the truth to Matt. “Ugh no, not really,” you respond vaguely. “Oh, are you leaving soon?” he asks again, unable to stop himself from prying. He can’t help it, he hasn’t seen you in a long time and he’s curious. The two of you are now outside your house, the walk coming as second nature from all your walks home from school. “I never left,” you admit, an awkward cough following the sad statement.

Matt doesn’t know what to say, he finds it hard to believe that a girl like you never found her way out of this place. The only reason beautiful girls like you got stuck in this town was because of marriage, but Matt shook the thought from his head.

“It’s getting cold,” you say as you look back towards your house, breaking the silence that settled between you two. As excited as you were to see Matt, you needed to escape this awkward situation immediately. The wind was howling dramatically, shaking the surrounding trees and picking up the dirt from the roads. “Oh. Um, yeah. I’ll let you go. We’ll catch up another time, yeah?” he says sheepishly, feeling bad for embarrassing you. You hum in response, waving slightly at him before turning on your heel and hurriedly making your way inside.

“Was that Matt?” your mom asks enthusiastically as soon as you walk inside, leaning against the couch so she can get a better look out the window. Had she been watching the whole time? “Invite him inside!” she exclaims, not even giving you time to answer her previous question. “No, mom! He’s busy!” you lie, coming up with an excuse on the spot and watching from the window as Matt walks home.

“That boy is NOT busy. Marylou told me her boys were visiting,” she replies, rolling her eyes at your lame excuse of a lie. If she knew the triplets were in town, why did she ask if that was Matt? She clearly wanted to catch you flustered and annoyed. “Well he doesn’t want to come in,” you retort, shrugging your coat off and kicking your shoes off.

“You are never getting married, are you?” she asks sarcastically, giving you a blank look before disappearing into the kitchen.

—

Matt was home in a good 15 minutes, walking in to his house to find his brothers on the couch awaiting his arrival. “Did you bring it?” Chris asked, leaning against the backrest of the couch to look at Matt. Matt shrugs off his coat and kicks his shoes off, wondering what the hell Chris is on about. “Did I bring what?” Matt asks in confusion, walking over to the couch and sitting beside Chris.

Chris was now squished in between his two brothers, all three of them watching a random movie to pass the time. They had to resort to the old VCR their mom had because their phones didn’t get any service out in the country. Neither of them wanted to go through the hassle or rewinding the movies, so they were currently halfway through one without any context. It was hard to readjust to a slow paced lifestyle after being in L.A for so long and they couldn’t find anything to do. So, they sent Matt out in search of fireworks, but of course he got distracted along the way and came back empty handed.

“The fireworks, dumbass,” Nick chimes in, facepalming at Matt’s failure to complete the easiest task ever. “Oh, yeah, no. I couldn’t find any,” he lied, still thinking about his encounter with you. When your sketchbook fell on him, he flipped through a few pages and recognized so many of the people in the drawings. Some of the earlier pages were even filled with drawings of him and his brothers.

“Bullshit! We saw them yesterday at the corner store!” Chris shouts, getting up from the couch to go find the fireworks himself. “If I find even ONE firework, I’m beating your ass,” Chris says, pointing a menacing finger at Matt before slipping his shoes on and walking out the door, coat in hand. “Did you go to the right store?” Nick asks, watching mindlessly as the characters on screen converse. He has no idea what the plot of this movie even is.

“Well I tried, but I sort of got distracted,” Matt admits, shifting uncomfortable in the couch. He grabbed a pillow from beside him, hugging it closely to him. “How could you possibly get distracted? The store is 5 minutes from here!” Nick exclaims, looking suspiciously at his brother. Nick knew Matt was hiding something.

“I ran into an old friend,” Matt shrugged, sinking further into the couch and holding the pillow even closer to him. He knew that if he admitted to running into you, he’d never hear the end of it. He’d be bombarded with questions about you, how you’re doing, why he didn’t invite you over. Nick is looking at Matt expectantly, wanting him to spill the details on which ‘old friend’ he ran into, but Matt’s gaze is focused on the tv in front of him.

“Matt!” Nick says dramatically, pushing his brother by the shoulder to grab his attention. “Which friend?!” He finally asks once he’s successfully grabbed Matt’s attention. Matt debates whether or not he should just admit he ran into you, but before he can say anything he’s interrupted by Chris arriving from the store.

Throughout this entire conversation, Chris had managed to successfully find the fireworks and even ran into you on his way back home. You were reluctantly running an errand for your mom, but of course got distracted by Chris. He asked about you, inquiring about your personal life just like Matt had, and then insisted you come over. He said something along the lines of, “Nick and Matt would love to see you! Matt especially.” Chris was completely unaware of your encounter with Matt earlier that day, so in his mind this would be your first time seeing each other after years. So, as to not seem rude, you abandoned your errand and followed Chris to his house. He was carrying so many fireworks that he dropped a few along the way, but luckily you were there to pick them up.

“Guess who I brought?” Chris says dramatically in a sing-song tone, dropping all the fireworks at the front entrance. Nick and Matt look towards the front door, Matt’s mouth going agape slightly at the sight of you and Nick immediately jumping up from the couch. “Y/n?!” Nick exclaims, running over to you excitedly and embracing you in a hug. This was very uncommon for Nick, seeing as he wasn’t usually a hugger, but he hadn’t seen you in so long that he made an exception. “Hi Nick,” you greet awkwardly as he smothers you in his arms, hands still full of fireworks.

“Oh my God, girl. Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in so long,” Nick let’s go of you, holding you by your arms so he can get a good look at you. He noticed all the same things as Matt and Chris, you looked like a woman. “Here,” you admit with a shrug, not embarrassed to admit it anymore. You’ve already gone through this round of questioning twice at this point with both Matt and Chris. “Oh,” he mumbles awkwardly, offering you an equally as awkward smile.

Matt was still watching in shock, what a coincidence that he ran into you earlier today and now you’re in his house. Well, in retrospect, the town is so small that you probably would’ve ended up here anyway. “How has life here been?” Nick asks again doing air quotes around ‘here’ before taking the fireworks from you and dumping them where Chris had dumped the rest. “It’s.. been” you laugh, rocking back and forth on your feet awkwardly.

Nick nods, deciding he’s had enough awkwardness for one day. “Wanna pop some fireworks with us?” he asks, hoping you’ll just say yes and break the awkward tension. You look between him and Matt, wondering if this was the right decision. Matt’s smiling at you, he wants you to say yes so bad. “Sure, why not,” you reply with a shrug, deciding this will be the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Chris appears from the kitchen, lighter in hand. He’s pretending to use it as flame thrower, waving it from side to side dramatically. “Get ready to burn!” He says evily, earning a laugh from the rest of you.

—

The fireworks left long sparks of color in the sky, the booming sound resonating throughout the entire town. It’s dark now and the wind has calmed down considerably, making it the perfect time for childish shenanigans. You and Matt were sat on a pair of lawn chairs, watching as Nick and Chris lit up firework after firework. They would light one, place it carefully on the ground, and then scurry away like excited children.

Matt is staring at the sky, mesmerized at the colorful sparks that flew by. The stars were faint, the light and smoke from the fireworks dulling their luminosity. You also watched the colorful explosions, but you held your fingers out in front of you to squish the stars. You created a game out of it, trying to squish the stars before the colorful sparks reached them.

Matt noticed this and chuckled slightly, reminiscing on the old habit you never seemed to let go. Upon hearing his laughter, you turn your attention to him quickly in confusion. “What?” you ask with a small pout. He smiles sincerely at you, examining your beautiful face as the colorful light from above decorated your face. The strobing lights seemed to only further accentuate your features.

In this moment Matt felt 18 again. He felt like he was seeing you for the first time and realizing he had a crush on you. “Nothing, you just always used to do that,” he replies sheepishly, pointing towards your hands briefly. It was a habit you never realized you had, you mostly did it to pass the time. You don’t say anything, but the silence isn’t awkward. You just smile at Matt before returning to your make-shift game, occupying your mind the only way you knew how.

You felt so comfortable right now. It felt like everything was the way it was supposed to be. It felt like old times, just you and your friends enjoying each other’s company. With each star you squish, you remember all your late nights under the stars with Matt. All the meaningful conversations and deep secrets you two exchanged, both of you becoming closer and closer each time. You always thought you’d end up following them and leaving this town, but life had other plans for you. Sometimes you even wondered what would’ve happened if you had confessed your feeling for Matt, would you two be married by now? It feels so wrong to think about, because you know that if you would’ve confessed he would’ve stayed and never fulfilled any of his dreams. He, like you, would’ve been stuck here.

Matt, on the other hand, can’t stop himself from smiling as he takes in more of your features. You looked so different, yet exactly the same. He still doesn’t understand why such a beautiful girl like you would stay in such a boring place like this. Of course he wondered if you were married, it was a common custom in your town for girls to get married young. Plus there was no a shortage of men waiting for the right moment to ask you on a date. Matt remembers it all too well, you’d always reject potential suitors in favor of spending time with him. He never understood why, but he always found himself feeling relieved when you did that. Maybe he internally wished you two would’ve started dating, but he never gained the courage to confess. He shook the thought of you being married out of his head, trying to focus on all the positive things tonight has to offer instead.

“Matt! Y/n! These are the last ones, come light one!” Chris calls out, waving the remaining fireworks in front of him, enticing you two to join in on the fun. The two of you are pulled from your thoughts, looking at Chris with smiles. Matt jumps up from his seat, jogging towards Chris and grabbing ahold of one of the fireworks. You get up a lot slower, taking in the moment in front of you. You really missed this.

“Girl! Hurry!” Nick rushes you, becoming impatient with your leisurely pace. You smile again, picking up the pace and grabbing a firework. “Ready?!” Chris asks excitedly, lighting everyone’s firework. You nod, excitement and adrenaline filling your body. As soon as he lights the fuse, you each place the fireworks carefully on the ground and run away in the opposite direction.

Lighting the fireworks was so much more exhilarating than just watching, your heart pumping rapidly as you try catching your breath. You’re standing next to Matt who wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, both of you looking up to watch the colorful explosion in the sky.

—

You don’t see the triplets again until a few days later, too busy helping your dad with the yard work to go anywhere. “Why can’t one of them help you?” You groan, looking at your brothers playing soccer in the field across the street. You always got stuck doing chores with your mom or dad while they got to have fun. “Can’t trust those guys to remember their own names, let alone help me,” your dad replies with a grunt, picking up two heavy buckets of water. You do the same, following behind him as he walks towards the pig enclosure.

It was so sunny today that you felt like you were melting. You were sweating underneath your overalls and the boots you were wearing were starting to rub against your ankles. “Fill that tank over there,” your dad instructs with a tilt of his chin, pointing in the direction he wanted you to go. You missed the tank as you tried pouring the water, some of it falling on the ground and creating mud. Your boots sank into the mud slightly causing you to groan in annoyance again. The pigs were oinking and squealing, almost like they were taunting you.

“Stupid fucking mud. Stupid dumbass pigs,” you grumbled, picking the other bucket up and dumping its remnants into the tank. “Language,” your dad warns sternly, only causing you to roll your eyes. He’s definitely said worse than fuck. You wipe the sweat from your forehead, adjusting your overalls in the process. “Are we almost done? It’s so hot,” you ask your dad, hoping he’ll have mercy on you and let you go inside. He doesn’t. “We still gotta shovel along the back to build that fence your mom asked for,” he informs you with no intention of letting you go early. You groan again, of course your mom wanted a fence. All you could do was prepare yourself for the long work day ahead.

-

Your arms feel like jelly, each pile of dirt you shovel sending you further into exhaustion. The sun was not letting up either, beaming brightly on the two of you. Your overalls were covered in dirt and your sweat mixed with the debris creating a gross mess all over your face and arms.

“You guys almost done?” Your mom asks as she walks over to you two. She’s holding a glass of water in each hand, working carefully not to spill any of it. The two of you stop digging and you’re silently thanking God for the small break. “We still have about 6 feet left that way and another 3 left this way,” your dad says, grabbing a glass of water and taking a few sips. Of course your side was missing the 6 feet, you were a much slower digger than your dad. You down the whole drink in one go, finally quenching your thirst after a hard days work.

“Well do you guys think you could wrap it up? We’ve got a visitor,” she says casually, taking the glasses back as she makes her way inside again. She was not going to stand in the hot sun for a second longer than necessary. ‘Visitor?!?’ you think, as you look down at your dirty overalls and muddy boots. If that’s how dirty your clothes were, you couldn’t even begin to imagine how dirty you were. “We’ll finish up tomorrow after breakfast, shouldn’t take us more than an hour,” your dad says, slapping your back as he follows behind your mom.

You jog behind him, trying to catch a glimpse of the visitors through the window. You can’t see anyone yet, so you just decide it’s probably one of your mom’s friends. If they saw you this messy it wouldn’t even matter. Both of you make your way inside, stomping the mud off on the grass before walking in.

“Y/n! Say hello to your friend, don’t be rude,” your mom immediately says once you walk in, referring to people waiting in the living room. Your mom considered everyone your friend, so you still weren’t too worried. “I’m going,” you call back, slowly walking over to the living room just in case it was someone you didn’t really know. If it was someone you didn’t know, you’d be able to excuse yourself with the excuse that you’re dirty or tired.

“Hi,” you greet plainly, peeking your head into the living room and waving at the unexpected company. “Hi,” Matt greets awkwardly, taking in your dirty appearance. You freeze at the sight of him, why didn’t your mom mention HE was the visitor? That was literally one of, if not the, most important detail of this story. “Excuse her, she’s been helping me out in the yard,” your dad chimes in, wiping his hands on an old kitchen towel before reaching a hand out towards Matt. “It’s nice to see you again, son,” your dad says, taking Matt’s hand into a firm handshake.

“It’s nice to see you too, sir,” Matt responds, getting up from the couch to properly greet your dad. He felt like he was your boyfriend, meeting your disapproving father for the first time. Your dad nods and exits the room, not interested in conversation. All he wanted was a cold shower and honestly that’s all you wanted too.

“I can come back another time?” Matt suggests, realizing he came unannounced and seemingly at a bad time “Nonsense! Y/n’s got time to chat, don’t you sweetheart?” Your mom interjects, listening to the whole interaction from the kitchen. She was whipping up a snack for you two in hopes that Matt would stay longer. She really liked Matt.

“Uh yeah, I got time,” you answered, too embarrassed to admit that you wanted him to leave so you could shower. “I can wait. If you wanna go get changed?” he says, sitting back down on the couch. You want to get on your knees and praise this man for being so considerate, but instead you give him a thumbs up and run to shower and change.

—

After freshening up you return to the living room where Matt is now talking with your mom. She made him a grilled cheese and cut up some strawberries for him, she even sprinkled sugar on them to make them extra sweet. They’re deep in conversation so you wait by the door to listen. “So, Matt, when are you planning to ask my daughter out?” your mom asks casually, unaware of the weight of her words. This sentence alone almost made you enter the room dancing just to have an excuse to shut her up.

“I’m sorry?” he asks, gulping nervously. “You heard me,” she replies, plopping a strawberry in her mouth and looking at him expectantly. “Oh- I- I thought y/n was married?” He says, unsure of what he’s even saying. Matt feels so awkward, he just takes another bite of the greasy cheese toast on his plate to give him an excuse not to talk.

When your mom hears this she laughs loudly, clearly amused with Matt’s assumption, “I wish!” Matt’s caught a little off guard by this comment, were you not married? Or at least spoken for? You wanted to slap your hand over your mom’s mouth before she said anything too embarrassing, but you decide to see where this conversation is going. You lean against the wall, getting comfortable for the eavesdropping you were about to do.

“I’ve been trying to get that girl to date, but no luck,” your mom continues, putting a smile on Matt’s face. He was both happy and relieved to hear that you weren’t taken. “She used to have a little crush on you in high school. And I’ve seen the way you look at her,” your mom won’t stop talking, she just keeps spilling your secrets. This is the first time Matt’s hearing of this, had you really liked him this whole time?

You decide you’ve heard enough, en entering the room with an awkward cough. “Thanks mom,” you say sarcastically, offering her a tight lipped smile. You look at Matt, trying to read his expression while also signaling to him that you want to leave. He gets the hint, dismissing himself politely from your mom. As the two of you are walking out you send a glare towards your mom and she returns it with a toothy smile and a wink.

“Sorry about that,” you chuckle awkwardly, shutting the door behind you. “No, I like your mom,” he replies, beginning to walk down the dirt road. “I know, but she can be a lot,” you apologize, becoming worried that she over shared and maybe scared Matt. “I can handle a lot,” he shrugs, the two of you now walking towards the old water tower. You smile at him, grateful that he’s not making it awkward. Your mom just confessed your crush to him like an old school girl and here he was being a gentleman about it.

When you two arrive to the water tower he signals for you to climb up first, holding your back securely until you’re high enough, then he follows behind you. You arrive at the top, sitting down carefully and patting the spot next to you so Matt will join. He gladly sits next to you, looking over the vast land in front of you. Miles and miles of green grass, crop fields, and only a few buildings and houses scattered in between.

The both of you talk about everything you’ve missed out on for the past 3 years, his stories being about his adventures in L.A and yours being about your life here. “I haven’t been up here in a long time,” he whispers in awe, taking in the scene in front of him as the sun begins to set. He had to admit that this was a beautiful town, despite it being so boring. “Well, you haven’t been here for a long time,” you reply, leaning against the metal railing as you join him in admiring the view.

“I was really surprised to see you that day. I thought I’d never see you again,” Matt says. After he and his brothers left they had zero contact with you and it always felt like a part of him was missing. “Yeah, it was nice catching up with you guys,” you reply, feeling like these past few days were the best you’ve had in a while. When they leave, you’ll just go back to your normal mundane life.

He can sense the sadness in your tone, feeling bad for leaving you here. “I’m glad you got out,” you admitted, resting your face on the arm that laid on the railing so you could look at Matt. “This town kills everyone’s dreams, I’m glad it didn’t kill yours,” you continued, offering Matt a small, genuine smile. If he was honest, he’d be happy staying here forever as long as it was with you.

“I don’t know. There’s one dream of mine that didn’t come true when I left,” he trails off, watching the as the sun disappears along the horizon. The sky goes from orange to purple as Matt feels the sudden urge to tell you something he’s been holding onto for a long time. “I doubt that,” you chuckle, looking up slightly to see the stars slowly come into view.

He laughs too, unsure if he should be admitting any of this to you right now. “I used to have a big crush on you too,” he admits quietly and casually, looking up at the stars too. Your neck almost snaps off as you turn to look at him, he notices this and laughs again. “It was back in high school… Getting a date with you, even just a kiss, was one of my biggest dreams,” he admits, remembering all those nights when he almost told you. “When your mom mentioned you used to have a crush on me it made me think of how different our lives would’ve been. If we ever acted on it, you know?” he continues, looking at you now.

You had a small, sad smile on your face because you weren’t sure if there was still a possibility at a future with Matt, but you were willing to try. “I mean, we can make the dream come true. If that’s okay?” you ask, leaning into him slowly.

“That could be fun,” he whispers, quoting what you told him that one night under the stars. He leans in and captures your lips in his, his last dream finally coming true.

—

MASTERLIST

A/n:

Boop another Matt story for the girlies.

Thank you anon for the nice compliment 🩷🩷 I hope you enjoy this Matt story and that it was everything you hoped for haha.

This took me so long to write idk why. Anywaysss I mentioned im writing a Nick story WELL IM PROBS SCRAPPING IT AND STARTING OVER. I find it so easy to write Nick in my other fics but for some reason when he’s the main “character” i struggleeee.

Okay I’m done now, enjoy reading. k byeeee

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

[hitomisuzuya]

scara w harbinger!reader who keeps fuckin bitching around him and it pisses him off so he needs to teach her a lesson 🙏 lesson = SEX . because what better way to put lower ranking harbingers in their place ??? mhm mhmmm harsh degradation & dumbification please

Fatui! Scaramouche x Harbinger!fem!reader. Smut. Dumbification. Harsh degradation. A dash of Dacryphilia. Good old fashioned brat taming.

a/n Keep em coming guys. I'm on a roll and I am starting to catch up. I feel like I could crank out two more NSFW requests tonight, you guys are making feel extra inspired tonight. I hope you enjoy, dear ❤️ excuse me while I get a little carried away writing this.

"This sucks so much," you complained, your head thuncking down on your desk in your office. "I worked hard to achieve my rank as Harbinger, damn it. I shouldn't have to do reports like this."

Scaramouche had been hearing complaints coming from you all day. Scoffing, he smacked a hand loudly down on your desk right next to your head.. He'd had enough. He was beyond pissed off at this point. "You have been acting like such a brat all day," he said, glaring when you picked your head up, looking startled.

"What? Are you going to teach me a lesson or something? Not right now, I'm busy," you replied, smirking as you waited for his response. You always knew how to trap Scaramouche perfectly. You were stressed and needed a release.

"You bitch, how dare you talk to me like that," he snarled, grabbing a handful of your hair to force you to look at him. Your next response only pissed him off more.

"Come on, aren't you going to fuck me dumb or something. Do your worst, Scaramouche," you continued.

You were playing with fire now. Lust was flashing through his eyes in a dark way. "Listen to me, slut. You are the lowest ranking Harbinger. The Tsaritsa only granted you your position out of pity."

"You are so mean sometimes Scara," you said, trembling in anticipation as Scaramouche drug you down onto the floor with him, tearing at your clothes and discarding them with his.

Gasping a little, you winced when his teeth sank into the flesh of your collarbone. Parting the lips of your cunt, his fingers swirled to coat themselves in your slick while he rubbed your clit before plunging them to the knuckle inside of you. "Cry for me like the fuck toy you are, whore. By the time I finish using my fingers on you, you'll be too fucked out to even register that my cock is even inside you. I always enjoy when my doll cries for me."

Scaramouche licked the tears that fell from your eyes. He laughed, rubbing your clit with his thumb, feeling your walls beginning to clench around his fingers. "You always do everything I say. You already know your place and I am only just getting started."

He pinned your wrists above your head as he added a third finger, making your back arch in pleasure. Your moans sounded more like squeaks as you struggled to hold them back. Your pride felt a little hurt. And Scaramouche relished in it.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he pushed them into your mouth. "If you insist on holding yourself back, then your mouth serves me better sucking on my fingers. You should see yourself, you are starting to drool. You are so wet it's pathetic."

Spreading your legs, he thrust himself inside of you while you sucked eagerly on his fingers. Your mewls were starting quiet as he pounded into you. Your eyes rolled closed in a state of fucked out bliss. He lightly smacked your cheek, removing his fingers with an audible pop from your mouth. "Hey, wake up. Did I fuck you dumb already, slut? You should be ashamed of yourself right now. I haven't even cummed yet."

"...more.." was all you manage to say, your head resting against your shoulder. You couldn't even lift your legs to wrap them around his waist.

"You look so stupid right now," he groaned, fucking his cum back inside of you when he climaxed. "You are so gone I'll bet you can barely hear me. Good because I can fill your pussy until I am spent. Being my cock sleeve is all you are good for anyways."

[submenarehotties]

“ under 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 control! „

submissive! ryomen sukuna x dominant! female! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or anime)

cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, posessive! sukuna, needy! sukuna, oral (reader receives), degradation kink, praise kink.

summary: what if sukuna was never the king of curses? what if there was only the queen of curses and sukuna was your slave?

note: this is a thirst. lowercase intended.

word count: 0.5K+

to others, you were a scary curse that commanded to be obeyed, to sukuna, you were his precious mistress, his queen. sukuna would do anything for you.

sukuna bit his lip as he stared at your thighs, your dress revealing more than he liked to everyone else - even if you were alone with him at the moment. sukuna never liked prying eyes. even if you didn’t belong to him, he’d always kill the men and women that dared look at the areas you only allowed him to look at.

“you’re staring, what is it?” you questioned as you worked on a scribe.

“i’m hungry, my queen.” sukuna whispered, coming up from behind you, and placing a hand on your bare thigh gently, as if not wanting to anger you.

your face didn’t change. you were focused on work. sukuna lowered himself onto his knees.

“c’monnnn~” sukuna whined, placing kisses on your thigh.

“pay attention to me.” sukuna continued, resting his chin on your thigh, his desperate eyes waiting for yours to look into his.

finally, you’d directed your attention to him. there’s a reason that sukuna was your only slave, you hate when they beg for attention.

“if you’re hungry, go eat something. you don’t need my permission to do normal everyday necessities.” you replied, taking a very deep breath then continuing to write.

sukuna had slyly smiled at you at that, though you didn’t see his smile - you were already back to working. suddenly you felt a finger pull down your panties and seconds later a tongue eagerly lapped at your pussy, making you grip your pen tightly that it snapped in half.

sukuna sucked at your clit, desperate to taste you. after all, he was hungry.

“you damn brat.” you mutter, abandoning your work and tangling your fingers into sukuna’s hair.

sukuna purred at the degradation, his teeth grazing your clit.

“so this is what you were hungry for?” you moaned, pulling sukuna’s head closer to your pussy.

sukuna hummed in response, his tongue pushing inside you, you tightened around his tongue, making his groan and hold your thighs. you may just suck him inside, not that he wouldn’t like that.

sukuna felt so hot and weak, your red eyes locked on his face. he had no doubt you were smirking at him. sukuna continued to suck and lap at you. you finally came with a raspy groan, it made sukuna hard just to touch you. sukuna happily sucked up your juices, groaning at your taste.

sukuna was going to continue lapping at you for another orgasm, and you were fine with that but you wanted to take a look at sukuna first. you pulled sukuna’s head away from your pussy, and he whined in disapproval.

sukuna’s face glistened with sweat and your juices. he looked pathetic. his eyes were glazed over, his gaze locked on your bare pussy with hunger. he wanted more.

“hungry.” was the only word he could murmur, before diving back in.

you lightly gasped, caught off guard, but you quickly recovered, massaging sukuna’s head with a pleased smile on your face, “good boy. pleasuring your queen so good, slave.”

sukuna could never see himself above you. sukuna may become your husband, but he’ll never be the king of curses, because you’ll always fulfill both titles. sukuna knows his place - under your control.

a/n: OKAY, this was supposed to be shorter but the writing got away from me and it kept getting longer 😭🙏!! also we def need more sub sukuna dw i got ur back. & trying to get over my miguel o’hara obsession, the struggle is horrible. my fingers want to write abt him so bad 😫.

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© 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 2023. All Rights Reserved.

[child0feden]

vera im not sure if you like slayer but PLEASSSEEEE I WOULD KILL FOR TOM ARAYA NSFW HCS 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

LITERALLY ANY THOUGHTS IM LIKE A DEHYDRATED MAN IN A DESERT

i listen to slayer from time to time! of course i do lolol :)

obviously full headcanons will take me longer but considering your condition is akin to a dehydrated man in a desert, what kind of evil person would i be if i did not give you a little drop of water to quench your thirst? even if just by a little bit…

for one, tom absolutely has a monster cock! sorry not sorry! the truth is the truth! something about him just screams absolute monster cock!

his cock has definitely got some really thick girth to it that just makes him fill you up and stretch you out so damn good as well as some veins that feel just so beyond heavenly when they drag against your sensitive walls and the length? my gosh, he manages to go so deep inside of you, he is definitely the biggest you have ever had and will ever have! his cock was and always will be a little bit of a stretch to get used to, no matter how much the two of you fuck nor how long the two of you fuck for! his cock almost abuses your insides, even if unintentionally…

because i feel like tom would be very soft during sex, at least most of the time! so when he sees you wince and hears you let out little squeaks as he pushes his cock into you? he feels so terrible and always goes quite slow during the first few thrusts as to ease you into it, he always brings a calloused hand up to your face and softly strokes your heated cheek whilst mumbling about how good you are doing and how well you are taking him! he is constantly telling you how euphoric you feel as he fucks you, he adores praising you and making sure you know how utterly amazing you make him feel

i feel like he would really go crazy for deep eye contact during sex too? he just cannot get enough of seeing so many feelings and thoughts swirling around in your hooded eyes and watching as they grow progressively more and more fucked out the more he shoves his thick cock further into you… the conjoined feeling of you gripping his cock so tightly and the sight of your eyes holding so much lust and an obvious want for more despite the fact that you can barely even take him just drives him crazy and never fails to make his hips stutter…

tom loves face-fucking you too! again, since his cock is so huge, he is usually very soft and gentle when it comes to him face-fucking you! he likes to hold your head in his big hands and fuck your mouth with obvious care and love, he likes to brush your hair out of your warm face and hold it in his hand whilst tugging at your locks ever so slightly when he approaches his high! it will take a lot of training before you will ever be able to fit his entire cock in your mouth as reach his base and even when you do manage it, the act of taking his whole length into your mouth always leaves you a complete mess! seriously, there will be drool all over your chin, his cum will be dripping down your puffy lips, your blushing cheeks will be wet with little tears that drip down from your bloodshot eyes, you will never not look like you just featured in a gang bang porno after letting him face-fuck you and managing to fit his entire cock in your mouth

the doggy style position is another thing that this man goes absolutely crazy for! it just makes him feel so big and he adores holding your hips in his hands but because he loves eye contact so much during sex, he only ever does doggy style with you when there is a mirror available nearby so that he can still stare right into your eyes as you watch yourself get fucked so deeply… tom loves seeing his body completely shadow over yours as you grasp onto the cotton bedsheets below your nude body at the feeling of his hips slamming against your ass, he loves watching your facial expressions as pleasure wracks through you, he loves watching as your lustful eyes meet his in the mirror… tom is always bringing a hand down to brush your messy hair out of your face as your cheek rests against the cool sheet whilst he fucks into you from behind, he is always leaning over your body to press a breathy kiss to your back before telling you to look in the mirror and see how gorgeous you look as your body is shining with a thin layer of sweat and your face is painted with pleasure…

basically, i think tom has an insane monster cock and he fucks hard but soft because he knows what he has hehe

anyways! hopefully that is enough to quench a little bit of your immense thirst for now, anon! at least until i get the full nsfw headcanons done for you <3

[ifoundyo-u]

Hi there! Can we please get a Geto Suguru one shot where, despite his hate for humans, ironically he falls in love with reader (fem human reader or gn, whatever it’s up to you). Like maybe you can describe the from hate to love path they go through^^.

Sorry if I didn’t explain myself clear, English isn’t my mother tongue 😅

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you’ll like it <3

Disclaimer : English is not my mother tongue so be nice 🙏

Words : 2100

Scenario : In which, despite his hate for non-sorcerer, Suguru Geto fall for one. From hate and fear to love and comfort.

TW : Mention of murder

GETO X F!READER

Falling in love with you

The neon lights of Tokyo's bustling cityscape cast an eerie glow on the quiet streets as you, a young waitress, made your way to your night shift at a cozy little cafe. Unknown to you, this night would change your life forever.

As you served some customers with a genuine smile, you couldn't help but overhear a conversation at a nearby table.

Sitting at the table on your left, was a tall man with long black hair tied back at the back of his head, and a strand falling down in front of his face. He had squinted eyes and large earlobes, each with a piercing. He was dressed in a yellow rakusu with green tiles over a black yukata and black pants. This particular-looking man was accompanied by a short, chubby, bald man, he was wearing a light-colored striped suit.

They were at a table for a good twenty minutes, you had seen one of your coworkers greeting them and taking their order earlier. You had immediately noticed the black haired man's coldness towards your colleague and secretly wished you didn't have to serve him. You're not one to judge people, there's always a good reason why people react the way they do, but tonight you really weren't fit enough to deal with a rude customer. Indeed, you'd had quite a headache for a week now, nothing seemed to make it go away and you were starting to get seriously exhausted from the pain. You'd been sleeping poorly ever since. Your focus go back to the two men, who seemed to have been arguing since their arrival in the café.

-"Geto-sama, I can assure you that I'll be able to resume monthly donations within the next month, just long enough for my company to get back on its feet."

-"Kanemori-san, I've been ignoring your lack of activity in the cult for months. If I don't receive anything or anyone by tonight…you know damn well what will happen."

Their conversation seemed strange to you. A cult? this guy Kanemori owed money to that Geto guy, that you clearly understood. The threats he made to the poor little man sent a chill down your spine, even though you weren't even involved.

You then accidently met this Geto's gaze. An even more intense shiver ran through your body, and you're sure you trembled under the pressure of his gaze. Suddenly, your coworker put his hand on your shoulder, startling you.

-"Y/N! here's for table 18!" he smiled sweetly, passing you two plates.

Wait, table 18? that's the two men's table. You swallow hard and try to return your coworker's smile.

-"Thanks, I'll bring it right away".

You took a deep breath before heading for table 18. You pushed the negative thoughts from your mind, you were nobody to judge these people, you keep repeating yourself. You approached them, a soft smile on your lips, and set their plates down in front of them.

-"Good evening Sirs, here are your food, if you need anything, don't hesitate!"

The two men glared at you, but you kept on smiling. Before leaving, you quickly noticed that Geto was staring at the top of your head, so you gave him a questioning look, but he said nothing, lowering his gaze to his food before muttering

-"Stupid monkey"

Excuse me?! Oh how you wanted to call him back and ask him to dare to repeat what he'd just said. But you quickly reconsidered, partly because of your headache, but also because you didn't want to lose your job. You hadn't forgotten the conversation you'd overheard, either; this man seemed powerful and threatening. You lived alone in the center of Tokyo, so it was best to avoid that kind of trouble.

As the night went on, you tried to keep up a smile despite the exhaustion and pain. Not to mention the rather uncomfortable stares Geto was throwing at you. What had you possibly done to him? He and his partner finally left after a solid hour. This was a small relief for you, as he really seemed to be putting a heavy strain on the café, which only you seemed to be experiencing.

Your shift ended around midnight. You greeted the few of your coworkers who were finishing cleaning up the café before stepping out into the dark streets of Tokyo. It was slightly cold, so you tucked in your jacket and hurried home. You only lived a 10-minute walk from the café, which was quite convenient, especially when you finished late. You'd never been particularly afraid of walking home alone at night, the neighborhood was well reputed and given the short distance you thought nothing could happen to you. However, that particular night, without being able to justify or explain it, you had the feeling of being particularly watched, but nobody seemed to be around, and you eventually made it home safely. Once you'd warmed up in your apartment and had a good shower, you took some medicine to hopefully ease your headache, then went straight to bed.

You woke up the next morning, you didn't have to work today so you took the time to prepare yourself a good breakfast and settle down in front of the TV. However, when you turned on the TV, you were immediately greeted by the regional news and its headline

Murder in central Tokyo

Your eyes widened as the front of the café you worked at appeared on the screen. Your stomach flipped as the victim's face finally showed up.

Kanemori

The man who accompanied last night's intimidating man, Geto. Your thoughts were going 100 miles an hour. Geto had threatened this Kanemori last night, you'd heard it, you'd witnessed it. Did he…? No, that's impossible. You refuse to believe that. Your whole being refused to believe it. You turned off the TV and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be all right.

You spent the whole day walking in endless circles, trying to forget about all this, but how could you? You busied yourself as best as you could for the rest of the day, knowing that the next day you'd have to go back to the café.

The next night, you were back at work, the atmosphere at the café was tense, and a cloud of unease hung over the staff and patrons alike. The recent murder weighed heavily on everyone's minds. You couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of dread as you went about your duties. Not many customers were there that night, probably because of all that had happened, but you couldn't blame them, you'd have avoided the area too if you had been able to.

As the night progressed, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, just like the previous night. It was an eerie sensation that sent shivers down your spine. The cafe's emptying tables only added to the eerie silence. Eventually, you found yourself at Table 18, the same table where Geto Suguru and Kanemori had sat the previous night. Your heart raced as you remembered the chilling encounter with Geto. You couldn't help but glance around nervously, half-expecting him to appear again. And that's when he walked into the café

--

Geto Suguru had been observing Y/N from a distance, his presence shrouded in the darkness that concealed him. He couldn't explain the strange fascination that had taken hold of him. He had always despised non-sorcerers, seeing them as insignificant in the grand scheme of his jujutsu sorcerer world. Yet, there was something about Y/N that drew him in, something he couldn't ignore.

He stepped into the café and immediately noticed the waitress stiffen. He sat down at table 18 without saying a word.

As he watched her serve the customers with a genuine smile, a feeling of unease settled in his chest. He had come to the cafe with a purpose yesterday, a sinister mission to collect a debt owed to his cult. Kanemori's life had been forfeit, and Geto had made sure of it. But Y/N had unwittingly become a part of this twisted web, and he couldn't stay away. Their brief interaction at the table only fueled his obsession. Her soft smile in the face of his hostility had left an indelible mark on him.

He couldn't understand why he felt this way, why he couldn't stop thinking about her. As the night wore on, Geto couldn't tear his gaze away from Y/N. He watched her as she moved around the cafe, serving the few remaining customers. Her exhaustion and pain were evident, but she soldiered on with determination. Only he could see it, the reason for her exhaustion, the curse hanging over the young waitress's head.

He found himself returning to the area around the cafe, unable to stay away. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. His obsession with Y/N was a distraction he couldn't afford, especially with the cult's plans in motion. But he couldn't help himself. Night after night, sometimes he went into the café, and other times he stayed in the dark. His body would unconsciously bring him back here. He would watch from the shadows, waiting for Y/N to finish her shift and walk home alone. He couldn't explain why he did it, why he couldn't stay away from her. But as the days turned into weeks, Geto's obsession grew. He couldn't stop thinking about Y/N, even during his cult's meetings and sinister rituals. She had become a forbidden desire, a temptation he couldn't resist.

As he sat at table 18 again one night, Y/N approached, her nervousness palpable. The atmosphere in the cafe had become even more charged with his presence. He watched her closely, his gaze never leaving her. The tension between them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that defied reason.

-"Good evening, sir," Y/N greeted him, her voice trembling slightly. "What can I get for you tonight?"

Geto's eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, he was lost in the depths of her gaze.

-"I'll have the same as last time," he replied, his tone softer than before.

Y/N nodded and quickly went to fetch his order. Despite her fear and unease, she couldn't help but feel a strange connection to Geto. Thoughts of him had occupied her mind during her sleepless nights, and now, seeing him again, she couldn't deny the undeniable pull she felt toward him.

As Y/N returned with Geto's order, she tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but her heart raced. She couldn't understand why Geto's presence had such an effect on her. She had heard rumors about him and his involvement in the cult, but there was something more beneath the surface, something that drew her in despite her better judgment.

Geto took a bite of his food but continued to watch Y/N with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. He couldn't explain his own obsession either. It defied logic and reason, but he couldn't resist it.

Their eyes met again, and this time, something changed. Geto could see the discomfort in Y/N's eyes, and he realized that she was suffering. He couldn't let her continue to be burdened by whatever curse had been placed on her. Unable to contain his growing concern for Y/N, Geto decided to take matters into his own hands. He knew he had the power to exorcise the curse that plagued her, even if it meant revealing his jujutsu sorcerer abilities.

With a deliberate movement, Geto reached out and lightly tapped the top of Y/N's head with his index and middle fingers, almost like a gentle flick on the forehead. It was a jujutsu sorcerer's technique, a simple yet effective way to exorcise curses. Y/N gasped as a rush of energy surged through her body. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The headache that had plagued her for weeks disappeared in an instant, leaving her feeling lighter and more alive than she had in a long time.

Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. The pain that had tormented her for so long had disappeared and she felt an immense relief. She looked at Geto in amazement.

-"You… How?" she stammered, her voice filled with gratitude and disbelief.

Geto's expression remained stoic, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes, something akin to compassion. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable, to reveal a little of his humanity, and this had created an unexpected bond between them. Geto simply handed her a card.

-"If the pain ever comes back, call me."

[kimiro-art]

PLEASE MAKE A NSFW BIKER AIS OR PIRATE AIS HC 🙏🙏🙏

Coming right up!

BIKER AIS (N)SFW HEADCANON

It's not really nsfw but more like the little foreplay bevor I make the nsfw part

You and Ais have been together for a while now. It's actually kind of funny to remember how you met eachother.

You worked part-time in a small bar for little money. Just enough to stay afloat while looking for a real job. you had to deal with all kinds of people at work. Nice people who wanted to spend a relaxing time with friends. People who came to the bar almost every day to forget about their hard day at work, and sometimes there were rude customers who not only drank like a bottomles hole but also behaved unpleasantly the more they drank.

that one evening. Of course you were lucky to have such a customer. Yay. Not unusual for you, but still a pain in the ass.

a guy who has been sitting there for two hours that won't stop flirting with you. tries to get your number or, at a certain point, even suggests having some fun on the toilets, getting a little closer to you with each passing moment. too close.

Ugh.

But just as you were about to push him away. he was ripped away from you and thrown back into his chair.

“I think you’re making them uncomfortable”

a dark male voice said. you look to where the voice came from and your eyes met a man in a motorcycle helmet. He was big... really big. His leather pants and jacket made small squeaking noises as he turned to you. His helmet was completely black. You couldn't even see his eyes. but when you looked up a bit. you notice red little horns on it. Now you know that these were not part of the helmet.

After a moment of silence, he took off his helmet. Revealing sharp red eyes. Dark hair with white spots at the end and a scar across his brow. Damned. He looked really good. Way too good looking, you remember thinking.

After just looking at you, he asked you if you were okay and took a seat at the bar. A real gentleman. That night. He sat at the bar until your shift ended. Make sure the guy didn't have a chance to do anything stupid again while having a very nice conversation with you. He ended up giving you his number and even drove you home. And then. A good friendship and an even better relationship developed between the two of you. Call it a cliché, but the fact that he “saved” you was the moment you kind of fell in love with him.

You smile at the thought as you look at your phone. You just texted your boyfriend. All dressed up and ready for this date.

You had this little thing. You and Ais. You both loved night drives through the city before ending the drive at your usual spot where you always had little stargazing dates. Nothing special, but you both had a lot of fun every time.

A familiar sound pulled you out of your thoughts. A motorcycle engine. A smile spread across your face as you walked down the stairs to Ais. When you opened the door you saw Ais standing there. Sitting on his motorcycle and holds your helmet on his lap. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was grinning. Just like every other time you see each other.

You quickly got on the back of his bike and put on the helmet he got just for you while wrapping your arms around him. He placed his hand on your thigh squeezing it a little before looking back at you.

“Ready to go, Sparrow?”

You grin, sliding a little closer to him. For safety reasons ofc.

“Let’s go”

And with that. Ais started the engine and drove onto the road. The large buildings looked so beautiful at night with all their lights. Like a cooler night sky. You just loved the way it felt and the way you strolled through the city. He made riding a motorcycle look so easy and worry-free.

You remember trying to sit on his bike alone ones. Your feet didn't even touch the ground and you had a hard time not falling over with this heavy machine. Ais had to laugh at the stressed face you made by just trying not to fall over. Not even driving the bike. It was certainly embarrassing, but you have to admit that. Cycling wasn't really your thing. You preferred to sit in the back. Hold on to Ais. Being close to him as he drove the two of you around. It somehow was calming to you.

After the trip. Ais and you finally found the little Clive just next town. It was a perfect view over all the buildings, but still far enough to see the stars shine in their full glory.

It was definitely breathtaking, just like the first time ais brought you here.

After Ais got off his bike and took off his helmet. He came straight towards you. pulling you in for a long kiss.

“I really missed you.”

You smile at that. Wrap your arms around his shoulders and just enjoy this greeting of his

“We've been apart for two days and you are already acting as if it was two decades ago.”

“It definitely felt that way. Let me just enjoy this for a bit,”

he grins as you both sit down on the grass. Looking over the city. Or at least. You looked over the city. Ais, on the other hand, was a bit more busy lookingat you. Holding you tight and kissing your cheeks and neck every now and then.

You couldn't help but giggle at his little kisses tickling your skin.

"Ais.. I thought we'd enjoy the view"

"Hmm.. actually screw the Veaw. I’d rather enjoy you a little bit.”

You blush at this. It's not like this was new to you. It wasn't the first time you and Ais had been a little distracted on your little dates here, but today he's a little bolder than usual. But to be fair. You kind of hoped it would be like this. You've both been so busy these days that neither of you have had time for dates or even intimate time.

Ais wasn't the only one who was frustrated and hungry for touch. So You moved closer to him. enjoying his teasing kisses before turning around to finally return his kiss. It's a deep kiss. You could feel his longing in it.

He pulled you closer to him before you flipped him onto his back and sat on top of him on his lap. Earning a suprised giggle from the man now below you. Break the kiss to look at him. God. He looked so beautiful like this. Waiting for you. For what you might do next. You loved this look. His eyes watch you intently.

"Oh? What’s this about, sparrow?”

He grins and you couldn’t help but return it as his hands made their way on to your hips. squeezing them slightly.

"Well, I was hoping the bike wasn't the only thing I could ride tonight."

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It's not like I wanted it to turn out but I still hope this is fine bevor the nsfw bomb

[sanjisblackasswife]

I am really not sure if your requests are open, if not, just delete this😭 that will be mybad but if they are then-

I have been thinking about luffy with a mommy kink👧bye👋😭 that's it. Have a good day🙏 big fan

A/N: Oh wwoooowwwwwwww I never really cared for Mommy/Daddy kinks (I’m more of a ‘Yes sir/Captain’ gal HA) but I’ll try. I don’t mind the guy saying “Mommy” but i won’t have the reader say it too much because then it sounds like baby talk and that’s an ick for me 😭😂 hope u enjoy lol

Luffy with a Mommy Kink(NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Needy!Luffy, Use of Mommy (More on Luffy’s end than the Readers), Mutual Masturbation, Guided Masturbation, Oral, Cuddling

“Where the hell is Luffy?” You’ve been searching almost the entire ship. You needed to let him know that y’all were nearing a new island but somehow he isn’t around and it’s been driving you nuts.

Robin mentioned she seen him run over to your bedroom. The hell would he want in there?

“Ah!…damn it! Ah!” Luffy was shamelessly legs spread, all clothing on the floor fisting his shaft in the middle of your once clean bed. He didn’t know what got into him, but he had been watching you, Robin, and Nami play volleyball in the middle of the court earlier today. You had on a tied shirt and a bikini.

Maybe it was your glowing sun kissed skin, maybe it was your thighs and butt jiggling across the deck as you tried hitting the ball, maybe it was that pretty gold anklet you got for yourself with Luffy’s full name on it dangling off you, or maybe it was because you decided to let your natural curls breathe and wear a curly Afro and shaped your face so beautifully.

He didn’t know but he did know he became turned on. Luffy swears you have some kind of lustful devil fruit power because he can’t recall why he started feeling like this towards you. Your scent alone was all he needed to help him relieve himself so he knew the second best place to get your scent was in YOUR room in YOUR bed.

“Fuck…m-mommy..” was a regular occurring saying when he was alone. He doesn’t know why he calls you that but he seen one of Sanji’s kinky ass hentai cartoon books and in one of them the guy calls his wife “mommy.” He always wanted to call you that not even during sex but just in general but he wasn’t sure if you’d liked it.

He has even considered just getting you pregnant to have the excuse but he still wasn’t sure on that idea.

“Mommy…need you.” He whined trying to find at least something CLOSE to an orgasm. His fist became a blur, sweat was bearing down his forehead, frustrated.

He cuddled your body pillow you sleep with at night inhaling your scent. He felt absolutely no guilt doing this because this was all your fault of course. Luffy nearly started to dry hump your pillow when—

“What are you Doing?”

This was one of the few rare times Luffy felt afraid, he looked so tired in the eyes. He just couldn’t cum, he was so used to your mouth, your pussy, your—

“Y/NNNN COME HEREEE!” He cried legs still spread and cock still standing at attention. He looked like a pouting child, he didn’t even care anymore he was caught he needed to get release. And you were ganna give it to him.

You decided why the hell not he looked real hot being all needy, his hair was messy, and the sweat was all down his neck. You locked the door and climbed on top of him kissing his warm wet neck.

“T-take this off.” He groaned, untying your top immediately squeezing and fondling your breast with one hand, “these too…”

You sat on your knees as he was tugging at your bikini, not even half way down your thighs he was greedily trying to squeeze his hand between them to rub your clit but you stop him,

“Ah. Ah….you have to speak up…” you pushed him back on the headboard, “Tell mommy what you want..”

Luffy breathed out one of the prettiest raspy moans you ever heard him do. You bit your lip at his reaction and your suspicion was right.

He does like calling you mommy.

“Mommy …please…fuck me.”

It was kinda hot hearing him beg. Granted you never had a mommy kink yourself but how it sounded coming out of his mouth was so perfect.

You didn’t waste anytime pulling off the rest of your clothing and spreading your legs in front of him.

“Just Watch me okay?” You sucked on your two fingers to let the string of spit fly out you mouth and dribble down Luffy’s eyes didnt leave your fingers. You began rolling the tips of them on your clit breaking a moan out of you. Luffy was in a daze watching your play with yourself he spit on his cock and began to stroke at a more slower pace to match you.

He was silently panting away at the sight of your gooey cunt in front of him.

“Just Like—ah! That…go faster!”

You started to see how his thumb was rubbing up and down his slit looking very close to cumming. You’d be lying if you wasn’t close yourself just by watching him watch you, but you wanted to try something.

“I’m..cu—Y/N!”

You move his hand away and begin to wrap your lips around his cock, it was hot and twitching from the amount of strokes he did, you began to suck and twirl your cool tongue all around it very messily to rush his orgasm.

Luffy’s eyes rolled back into his head, grappling your soft curls and squirming under you just barely breaking out the words “M-mommy!” But they were interrupted by his cum being swallowed down your throat.

You popped off with a loud smack a a spit of string on your mouth and smashed your lips on to his leaving open mouthed kisses on his tongue that was nearly hanging out his mouth.

“You okay?” You cupped his cheeks peppering his face with kisses and he began to giggle under your sweet touch.

“‘M better…thank you…mommy.”

“Where the hell did you learn that?” You laughed seeing him all flustered and exposed so he buries his face in your tummy with his muscular arms under the cup of your butt.

“Ion know..I just like calling you that.”

“Goodness, Lu don’t tell me you have a mommy kink.” You playfully groaned rubbing his damp hair.

“Shut up!” He swatted your butt and gripped it tightly, “It’s your fault I knew you had a lustful DF Power!”

“I TOLD YOU I DON’T!”

[writingsofwesteros]

It's me again but I blame you for this 🙈❤

If you could I'd like a poly relationship Daemon x Mysaria x reader because those two are too for their own good

Thank you 🙏❤❤

AN: Hey you - loved the idea and it’s so damn hot. Hope you like it x

NSFW

Requests are closed

“My Prince.” Mysaria moaned out in the whorehouse as Daemon’s hold on her hips only tightened. His cock fiercely moving in and out of her soaked pussy and the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed around the room. His hand reached into her hair and pulled; bringing her closer to him.

Her breasts softly bounced as his hand moved down her body, reaching her soaked pussy to tease as his release was quickly approaching. “Fuck.” Daemon groaned into her ear as he quickened his thrusts. He pushed her back down and placed soft kisses down her back as he finally released inside her.

Mysaria moaned and her soaked pussy tightened around him; her own climax ripping through her before Daemon gently moved from her. He ran his fingers through his hair once more in annoyance even after such pleasure. “What’s wrong?” She softly asked as he wrapped his robe around himself and settled at the window. “Are you unsatisfied?” Mysaria whispered into his ear as Daemon placed his head on her shoulder. “I can get another…two more.” She hummed, stroking his arms whilst settling herself down. “Hmm, one with the same colour as yours?” She purred and Daemon stilled for a moment as images of his sister moved through his mind. He grew hard again at the mere thought of taking her.

“Your sister, perhaps?” Mysaria knew she was pushing it but she was a tease by nature. Daemon knew this. Daemon silently looked up at her before shaking his head. “My sister doesn’t belong in a whorehouse…neither do you.” He babbled out. She only hummed and leaned to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

A WEEK LATER

The stress Daemon was under only grew as he tried to keep his bad mood from both his girls. You brought him comfort in the boring court; always sharing jokes and keeping him company. He really shouldn’t feel this way about you, Daemon thought to himself. And of course his sweet, innocent sister wouldn't feel the same. Or so he thought as he made his way into the bedchambers to see Mysaria warming his bed. “I have a surprise for you.” She cooed into his ear whilst seductively moving him towards the bed. Daemon smirked and raised an eyebrow as he allowed his favourite to move him to where she wanted him.

A smirk played on Mysaria’s face as she reached for a piece of silk. “And what are you planning with that?” Daemon purred as he settled on the bed. “You’ll see.” She whispered and the soft, see through silk dropped to her feet. Those violet eyes of his darkened in desire as she moved to straddle him. 

His hands instantly moved onto her hips. Mysaria only smirked as she gently moved the silk over his eyes; blinding the Prince for the moment. “What are you planning?” Daemon whispered out. “It’s a surprise.” She purred and moved down to slowly stroke his hardening cock. “You’ll love it.”

Daemon only moaned; growing in intrigue as her soft strokes only stayed slow. Her fingers moving over his head to tease. As he fell back onto the pillows, Daemon didn’t realise a second person entering the room. Mysaria looked up and locked eyes with you. Daemon’s sister who she had gone to when their Prince was beginning to spiral. You both shared a smile as the soft slip of a robe fell to your feet and left your beautiful body bare to see. Your violet eyes moved over to your naked brother and you nearly moaned at the sight of him. Mysaria only nodded her head and you took the sign to slowly move to straddle him. 

You softly gasped out when your already soaked pussy moved over his cock. His hands moved to your hips just as he had done with Mysaria. Daemon thought Mysaria must have used some milks as her skin felt so much softer. You could only stare down at him as your wetness coated his hard cock. His hand moved to your arse and grabbed you. Your soft gasp echoed around the room as Mysaria smirked and leant against the wall; enjoying the show. You whimpered when his head began to hit your clit again and again. Your legs shook as you moved to take him in; and for him to take your maidenhead. 

You tried to keep your sounds to yourself as you burrowed into Daemon’s neck when you finally moved to take him in. His thick cock stretched you deliciously as he moved deep inside you. “Oh..” You clutched at the sheets as he slowly rocked against you. His mind whirling at how you were so much tighter. Your legs softly shook as your soaked pussy spasmed around him at the intense, new pleasure you were feeling. “So good.” Daemon whispered into your ear as you slowly got used to the movements. You softly stroked his chest and moved to straddle him once more and began to bounce.

Your head fell back and your long locks cascaded down your back. Your soft breasts bounced as you did; chasing the sweet climax that you were quickly becoming addictive to. Mysaria took that moment to change the game. “Enjoying yourself, my Prince?” She called from the other side of the room as she made her way to him. She knelt at his head as the soft moans of the Princess riding him echoed out. “Mysaria..” Daemon moaned; his head turning towards where she was whilst his hold only tightened on you. A smirk played on his lips as he realised what had happened. “So who am I fucking?” The Prince purred as Mysaria leaned closer, messily capturing his lips and began to untie the silk. “Your sister.” 

His eyes snapped open when he was free to see. Her words hardly connected to him as he watched you fall apart. Daemon’s hold softened on you as his hands moved up your body; taking those breasts he’d fantasised about before flipping you over. “Y/N..” Daemon moaned out your name in disbelief as you squirted around his cock. You could only look up at him with those wide eyes; your face screwed up in pleasure as Daemon only quickened his movements. “Fuck..you feel so good.” He whispered sweet nothings that he never did to anyone else as he chased his release. Your legs shook as your body moved to a second climax.

Mysaria moved onto the bed; her fingers finding her own soaked pussy before cheekily moving them into your mouth. Your loud cries of pleasure were muted as she whispered into Daemons’ ear, “Does she feel good?” Her hand moved down his back as he stared down at you in complete devotion before he lost himself. He released inside you without any care; he was still the heir. He could take another wife. And he would take you.

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Don’t Move - Pt. 5

Warning: smut, 18+, death, pregnancy & smut

Fem!reader

A/N: I’m trying for fluff in this, but I’m not a fluffy person so it may not actually be fluff

Request: Yes - a fluffy don’t move pt 5 with pregnant reader pls 🥺🙏 ; Don’t move is so damn good, I have raging baby fever so I’m just melting. I’d love if you continued and had Din worshipping the readers pregnant body... pregnancy kink stuff 😍; AO3 - Oh my gosh, I honestly love this and it has turned into one of my favorites like I NEED more like for real so could you see if you could do this? The reader can be about 6 - 7 months pregnant and her emotions are just out of the roof and Din has no clue what to do so he just fucks her passionately? Thanks 😊 👏; OMG!!!!thank u!!! TV hey got the baby!!!! Super hot!!!! Great story!!!!!! I'd u did a fluffy smut while she's pregnant...it would kill me!!!!; This is amazing!!!! I want to see a overprotective and possessive Din when reader begin to glow with the pregnancy ;)

Pt. 4

Part 6

Masterlist

You’ll be the first to admit, you have anger issues, and pregnancy hormones don’t help one bit. That’s why more often than not, bounties would arrive at drop off with a new stab wound or beat to hell. It also doesn’t help that Din freaks out about every little thing you do and force you to sit down, it was sweet and part of you loved it, but the other part wanted her independence back and to be an unemotional incubator for 9 months. Din takes it all in stride just chuckling at your hormonal outbursts, which looking back wasn’t the smartest move on his part. You’d always end up crying after an outburst because you felt bad and you knew you wouldn’t really react like that but couldn’t stop yourself. That’s another thing, you HATED the crying. The first time it happened was when a bounty made some rude comments to you about Mandalorians being desperate to raise their numbers. You slammed him in carbonite, you began crying and Din was ready to kill him.

“Baby, it’s not true,” He said trying to hold you but you pushed him off, “I love you for so much more than the fact you can carry my children.”

“I’m not crying about that you ass!” You seethed back at him, “I’m crying because I couldn’t kill him and still collect the bounty *sob* why did he have to be the one we HAVE to bring in alive.”

Din howled with laughter after that and still does when he thinks about it, you do too, sometimes. There was another incident when you actually got to kill the fleeing bastard of a bounty because it called for him dead, then you broke down in tears of happiness after what he said. After his insults, Mando had shown you the puck and you knew he was smiling.

“Are you sad about this?” He asked you as he put his puck away.

“No,” you sniffed aiming your gun at the bounty, “I’m just so happy.”

“You are one sick puppy,” he replied shaking his head as he dragged the bounty to his ship, “were you like this when I married you?”

“Yes, actually, it’s what attracted you to me.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Don’t start with me today…I just realized I can only fit into one pair of pants and have to spend my money on new ones that will never be used again, I am not in the mood for snark, bucko.”

He had held up his hands in a placating manner to show he would stop while he was ahead, and you began to trudge back to the ship. At that point you were only about 3 months pregnant, the pregnancy had been relatively easy in terms of morning sickness, you didn’t have that much, but when you did it hit hard. Mando stayed behind you every time, holding your hair and rubbing circles on your back while murmuring about if he could trade places with you he would.

“Done,” you said wiping your mouth off, “if we have another one, it’s gonna grow and come out of yo- oh my god, this thing will have to come out of me!” You exclaim with wide eyes, realizing that won’t be pleasant.

“That typically is what happens when someone is pregnant.” Din snorted while continuing to rub your back.

“I just realized a 7 to 10-pound baby will have to be making its way out of a very small hole, trashing my fun zone along the way, no snark.” You wag your finger at him, “see if I ever have sex with you again. Also, if no one is working on a way to make men pregnant, we should.”

“Deal,” he chuckled, kissing your neck and rubbing your belly, “do you think you’re done?”

“Yes…NO!” you yell, leaning over the back tube again.

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The day after he found out you were pregnant, you woke up to find him baby proofing the ship. Telling him you had 9 months to do it, he still continued and keeps going every day. Every day you find him in the oddest positions as he tried to figure out what a baby could or couldn’t get into. One day, you found him stuck in a small opening in the ship, where he tried to see if a child could fit, turns out a baby could fit, and so could part of a fully-grown man.

“Whatcha doin?” You asked him in a singsong voice.

“…Nothing…just hanging around, checking on the ship,” he began and you could hear him tapping on things in there, “you know, making sure everything is copasetic.”

“Ah, I see…your stuck aren’t you.”

“Can’t move an inch.”

“And instead of placing the panel back on you decided to crawl inside it because…”

“I didn’t know we still had a panel, to be honest.”

“Yeah…it’s behind the bench.”

“That is good to know…why did we remove it?”

“The ship is old, makes it faster to do repairs. Do you need help or should I leave you to think about what you’ve done.”

“Not gonna lie, I kinda want both right now.” He quipped as you began a laughing fit that almost made you pee yourself.

“Oh gods, where is the camera?”

“Don’t you dare! Now…help me out please…” he almost whined dejectedly.

“Okay, up on all fours so I can get to the other panel,” you laughed, watching as Mando got up on his hands and knees. Standing behind him you just stared at him smirking, “I now know why you like this position for sex.”

“I thought you were getting me out of here?”

“I don’t know, I kinda like the view.”

“Y/N, please get me out of here,” he whined as you laughed.

“Okay,” before you walked away you smacked him on his ass, hard, causing him to jump.

“Ow…” you heard a clunk from in the wall, “Hey!”

“Hey what?”

“Just…hey.”

You had to get a screwdriver to remove the other panels before you could get him out.

“No snark,” he said shaking his head as you replaced all the panels, still laughing at him.

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He was a champ through the pregnancy, getting you whatever you wanted. He had stocked up on some of the weirdest foods from each planet so if you had cravings, he’d just run and grab one for you, making you realize how lucky you were. He’d also give you a massage and foot rub every night to help you get comfortable, sometimes acting as your pregnancy pillow when yours wasn’t comfortable, and satisfying your every need.

Currently, you are about 6 months pregnant and your belly is huge, you can’t see your feet, haven’t worn matching shoes for at least a month because you refuse to let Din help you, and you feel like you’re going to tip forward at any given minute.

“I feel like I swallowed a planet,” you groan looking at Din with the saddest eyes as he rubs lotion on your belly.

“You look beautiful…” he freezes with his hand on your belly, just staring at it as you smile. All this time and he’s never been able to feel the baby kick, but just now your little baby kicks his hand hard.

“I need a checkup soon; we’ll go after we catch the next bounty.”

“Yeah…about that…maybe you should stay here,” he discloses timidly causing your head to snap towards him.

“What,” you seeth, “am I not good enough to be a bounty hunter anymore, or am I just not good enough to be your partner? What are you just gonna get sick of me and leave me behind now, take the baby and run cause I apparently have no value for work anymore so why would I have any value for anything else,” you begin sobbing at the end, not able to calm yourself down. You know you're being ridiculous, but you can’t stop yourself from blurting all of that out.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, look at me,” he says cupping your face to have you look at him. “I love you and I would never leave you, ever, that I promise. You have value, with more than the pregnancy, and the job, and me, your value is unmeasurable. I’m just worried, you can barely run anymore, your winded easily, and let’s face it, you waddle, it’s the cutest waddle I’ve ever seen, but not a good thing for bounty hunting.”

“Yeah well, let’s see you walk normally after swallowing a planet,” you chuckle wiping your eyes, but then another round of tears start, “but what if you do get tired of me what if-”

Din cuts off your worries with a deep passionate kiss. He begins pushing you back onto the bed as he crawls with you, pulling your pants and panties off as you go, letting you remove your bra. Gently, he nudges your shoulder so you know to turn around. Getting on your hands and knees, he leans over you and begins kissing your back while reaching a hand down to rub your clit, sucking marks allover as he lines himself up with your slit once you are wet enough for him. You feel the blunt tip of his cock push into you slowly as buries himself deep inside you, pausing when his hips meet yours. With the increased sensitivity that pregnancy gives you, you practically cum on his cock right then, giving a long loud moan. Din begins to thrust into you gently, gripping tight as he pants hard.

“F-fuck…you are so beautiful like t-this,” he moans watching your face in the mirror, seeing how your breasts move with each thrust. “I never th-thought this c-could happen for me. I al-always thought I’d be a-alone, but then y-you came along and changed that.”

Changing positions so you were resting on your forearms Din begins to move faster, rubbing your clit with one hand. You instantly come feeling the pleasure flood through you as he continues to pump away inside you. When you come down you can feel a second orgasm ramping up, knowing it won’t be long, you hear and see Din begin to lose any and all restraint he had.

“I love being inside you, you feel so good…you look incredible in this position, in any position,” he begins babbling as he thrusts into you rapidly. “You’re so wet, so good…oh, gods, I love you y/n, come for me.”

He gives two more thrusts before you both come together. He pulls out of you and lays down beside you as you move onto your side. Moving your hair out of your face he pulls you to him for a kiss.

“I love you, and I always will, but I want you safe, so please, just stay on the ship today,” he begs looking you directly in the eyes.

“Fine, but only if you get me ice cream later,” you mutter.

“Sounds like you have a deal.”

As Mando looked for the bounty you sat in the cargo hold, fiddling with some parts that needed fixing, happily keeping your mind busy. Until you dropped some on the floor, which is where Mando found you when he returned.

“Everything okay here?” He asks cautiously as he approaches you.

“It’s fine, just chilling,” you answer while working on your part.

“On…the floor.”

“I find the floor comfortable,” you smile up at him before looking back to your parts.

“Mmhmm...Well, I’m going to go up to the cockpit, why don’t you join me,” he says grinning at you as he gestures to the ladder. Pursing your lips you look between him and where your sitting.

“I’m good.”

“Yeah…you dropped something and fell over trying to pick it up didn’t you.”

“Yeah, just tipped right over…it was in slow motion, I knew I was screwed the whole way down.”

“Are you okay?” He asks kneeling next to you carefully examining your body.

“I’m fine, just embarrassed, now help me up.” Holding your arms out to him, he hoists you up and gathers your bag.

“We have to go to the doctor’s to get you your check-up now.”

“Fine, but I want food on the way back.”

“Deal…so…you just tipped over?”

“NO SNARK!”

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The doctor’s appointment was great and Din excitedly mentioned he wanted to know the sex of the baby, you finally agreed to learn it causing him to squeeze your hand tightly to let you know how happy he was. You were having a girl, and Din was already smitten, talking to her all night long, waking up before you just to talk to her and read books to her. He had been doing this since the beginning but now that he knew the sex, he was much more excited. As he got ready to leave for another hunting mission, he leaned down to speak to your daughter.

“Now remember, you need to tell your mom to take it easy,” he says while placing his hand on your belly, “don’t let her get into trouble.” He places a kiss on your stomach before kissing you on the lips and leaving the ship.

Two hours pass as you waited for his return. The baby was restless and you had a deep gut feeling something was horribly wrong, not with the baby, but with Din. Grabbing your gear, you decide to head out and look for him. It only takes you thirty minutes to find him and unfortunately, he isn’t doing good. You can see him in the distance being thrown to the ground. He tries to get up but collapses again, as you get closer you see him try to force himself up but then two blaster bolts hit him, one in the helmet and one in the backplate, knocking him down again. Sticking close to a building wall so you won’t be spotted easily, you see a man approach Din and kick him in the helmet as he raises his head, forcing it back down again. Another man appears and rolls him over before they drag him away.

You run down a few alleys trying to find an advantage point when you see where Din was lying, and the blood on the ground there. Sneaking your way closer to them, you find Din surrounded by three men, lying in the middle of what looks like a giant scorch mark, ‘they hit him with an explosive’ you think ‘that’s why he was easily overpowered.’ One man steps on Din’s hand as he tries to raise his flamethrower and aims a kick to his chin under his helmet.

You raise your gun and manage to fire two shots, killing each person you fire at before the third shoots at you. You take cover as you watch him move closer and see Din’s head slowly turn to your position. Making your way around the building you are currently behind, you try flanking the bounty. Before you can get a shot off he spins around and grabs your gun, throwing it away. You elbow him in the ribs and slam his gun hand on the building, causing him to drop it and you kick it far away.

The bounty swings at you with his left and you duck under his arm grabbing it and using your right to uppercut him in the jaw then elbow him in the ribs. Forcing your elbow into his shoulder near the joint and pulling on the arm at the same time, you dislocate it before he can pull away. He charges you again, but you’re able to grab a lid off a nearby trashcan and hit him in the face, knocking him down. He jumps up and wraps his arm around your throat, cutting off your oxygen. Reaching down into your boot you grab your knife and slam it into his throat while twisting it, causing him to let go of you as he bleeds out.

Ripping your knife from his throat, you run to Din, reaching a hand under his helmet to check for a pulse. Once you feel one, you place your hands under his arms and hoist him up, dragging him towards your ship. Suddenly, you hear a vehicle approaching, placing Din back down you find your gun and prepare for a fight when you see a land speeder come to a halt in front of you.

“I saw the fight,” an older woman says as she gets off her speeder, “I’ve come to help, I have a trailer on the back of the bike, you can load your Mandalorian and bounty on it and I will take you to your ship.”

“Why?” You ask suspiciously.

“That bastard has been bothering us for years now, it seems only right to help the people that got rid of him, besides your pregnant and can’t haul a Mandalorian 30 minutes back to your ship.”

She has a point, so you allow her to help you load both men into the trailer and take you back to the ship, once you had the bounty in carbonite she left. Sealing the doors, you remove Din’s helmet, instantly spraying him with bacta before removing the rest of his armor and doing the same. After he was treated and bandaged, you begin cleaning him, rinsing the blood out of his hair and washing it off his body. Grabbing a blanket and placing it over him you launch the ship before setting the autopilot to take control.

When you finally sit down next to Din, you hold his hand as the adrenaline wears off. You can’t stop the onslaught of tears that stream down your face as you think of how close he came to dying. Sobbing harder than you ever could imagine you don’t realize that Din had woken up until he’s hugging you tightly. You just sit there holding him for who knows how long as you let every emotion you’ve ever held in, come out. It wasn’t until you calmed down that you felt a warm wetness on the side of your face where your tears couldn’t reach that you realized Din was crying too.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers in your ear, “I’m so so sorry.”

“Don’t ever do that again,” you choke out.

“I won’t…you saved me.”

“Yeah, well, someone had to.” He chuckles at that.

“You looked damn good doing it too.”

“SERIOUSLY?!”

“Yes, seeing a beautiful woman, my beautiful and pregnant woman kicking a bounties ass is definitely one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

“You’re an idiot,” you say kissing him deeply.

The two of you trudge up to the bedroom and lay down, entwined with each other.

“Let's go to bed, we both need rest...By the way am I still allowed to wake you with sex?"

"Of course," you reply smiling. "Am I allowed to wake you they same?"

"I'd love it."

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You wake up the next morning on your side with Din behind you, kissing your neck, rocking against you. As you wake more you realize his thick cock is buried inside of you and he’s rubbing your belly with his hand, ‘so that’s why I woke up feeling so good’ you think.

“Good morning,” Din says nibbling your earlobe.

“Morning,” you groan pushing back on him, “always a great way to wake up.”

You begin breathing heavily as he rocks a little faster, panting in your ear. Moving his hand from your stomach to your clit, he begins rubbing.

“I’m close,” he says, “I was worried you’d sleep through it.”

“How could I sleep through something this good,” you moan back to him. You can feel your orgasm grow as he picks up speed. Feeling him tense behind you causes you to cum, and he follows right behind you.

“Your eight and a half months pregnant today,” he whispers as he turns your head to kiss you and stroke your belly. “We’re staying on this planet until you give birth, that way we’ll be near a medical station.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now let’s get cleaned up and get some food into you.”

After you finish getting ready the two of you head to the local cantina for food. You had never realized how many males, and some females, liked pregnancy until you started showing. You were approached and flirted with by so many species that it made your head spin. Assuming it was because they knew they couldn’t spawn a child with you in this condition, you brushed it off. However, Din hated it, he became possessive and aggressive with others that approached you, and it got worse the more you progressed.

He ran to a local vendor to grab something while you walked, waddled, to the cantina to order food. Sitting at a table alone, a man approaches you with a sly grin on his face.

“Well hello beautiful,” he says sitting next to you, “I’m Clayton, and what’s your name?”

“Y/n and I’m not interested.”

“Oh come on, beautiful, how about you come with me and I show you a good time.”

“I’m pregnant!”

“I know, and after this one is born, we can make another one together,” he says sliding his hand over up your thigh.

Just as it reaches the top of your thigh and moves in between your legs, Mando appears and grabs him by the throat, slamming him on the table and squeezing so hard his eyes bulge a little.

“You ever touch my wife again, and I will kill you, understand, Clayton,” He seethes.

Clayton tries to nod but only makes a small choking noise before you place your hand on Mando’s arm.

“He gets it, let’s just get our food and go,” you say letting the waitress know to wrap up both portions of food. “Let him go.”

Mando turns his helmet towards you and just holds your stare before throwing Clayton on the ground. Wrapping a protective arm around you he grabs your food and walks you back to the ship.

“I should have killed him and let everyone know they don’t get to touch you,” he roars as he shut the ship's ramp.

“I think they got the message babe.” You say digging into your food as he removes his helmet.

“Still, I should’ve done something more.”

“Still nothing, I only have two weeks till I’m due and you’ve broken bones, scared people so bad they pissed themselves, and ran people off, soon we won’t be welcomed here. I love you, but you need to calm down honey.”

“You're right, I’m sorry…but you just said, two weeks until we meet our baby girl. Have you thought of a name?” He asks rubbing your belly with one hand as he eats with the other.

“I think the name Hope would be nice.”

“Hope…I love it.”

Pt. 4

Part 6

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