#I gotta get you swimming more :p

[eddiemunchem]

⚠️ fem!reader, reader has a pussy, recorded sex, oral (m!receiving), cheating (pls don’t do that guys; this is fantasy not reality), begging, possessive!eddie, really really rough sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, revenge sex, dirty talk, pet names— good girl, pretty girl, sweetheart, angel, baby, babe, sweet thing—, language, slight choking, bestfriend!eddie, kinda actually absolutely dom!eddie, d/s undertones, brief throat fucking, going in without prep(?), missionary/mating press, lots of mentions of messy, sloppy, filthy fluids (drool, cum, pussy juice, etc) (author probably uses too much dialogue im sorry)

✏️ it wasn’t supposed to get as filthy as it did but who am i to question fate? 🤷‍♀️ also not edited yet bc it’s 1am and i need sleep im so sorry for any mistakes 🙏 [edit: finally edited lol]

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“hey, now, pretty girl. look up at me. he’s gotta see you.”

eddie’s command was a low rumble, honey thick with arousal and almost completely fucked out. you flicked your eyes up to meet his, ignoring the glare of the flash from his phone.

eddie groaned low when you did and brought his thick thumb to the side of your mouth, where your lips were currently stretched around his cock — he pushed his thumb in ever so slightly next to it, and you shivered when hot drool slipped around it and down your chin.

“fuuuuuck.” eddie droned out, cock kicking up against your palate. “look so fuckin’ good. look at you swallow that cock.”

you nearly whined around him, pussy aching with the need to be fucked — eddie was so thick and long, you knew he could reach all the places jason couldn’t. and you really, really fucking wanted it.

“ah — shit, he doesn’t even realize what he’s missing.” eddie murmured, hips bucking up, and and you weren’t sure if he meant for you to hear it or if it had merely slipped out unintentionally.

either way, you didn’t quite care. not when his cockhead was forcing itself past your tonsils to poke at your throat, giving it such a pleasant stretch.

“mhmm, shit, take it down your throat. good girl.” eddie grunted, thumb slipping from your mouth so he could cradle your jaw, fingertips pressing against your neck to hold your head still as he shoved his cock further inside.

your stomach lurched as you gagged, the intrusion deep and intense, and the noise only stirred eddie into further action — he pulled his dick out until only the tip remained between your lips, then thrusted.

tears spilled from your eyes as he repeated the motion and over again, fucking himself down your throat and releasing guttural groans as he did so.

“perfect fuckin’ throat, baby. takes me so damn well, shit!”

your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as you went limp, allowing eddie to use your throat as he pleased. he wasn’t showing much mercy, his grip on your neck bruising and pumps even more so, but you fucking loved it. loved the way you couldn’t breathe, loved the forced stretch of your throat, loved the absolute control eddie was enacting over you.

he was so, so much better than jason.

jason, who would have never even thought of treating you so roughly. who never fucked you into stupidity. who never lasted more than a goddamn minute.

god, you should have fucked eddie so much sooner. even before jason cheated on you.

“oh, baby. look at how much you love this. he never did this, did he? never fucked your slutty little throat?” eddie cooed, almost mockingly, as if he could simply read your mind.

fuck, you couldn’t take it anymore — you needed some relief, and you needed it now. you weren’t surprised to find a goddamn swimming pool between your thighs when you shoved your hand there, fingers sliding through the slick and finding your hole almost immediately.

you pumped your fingers in time with eddie’s savage thrusts inside your throat, the stimulation to your mouth and pussy sending you straight to white hot nirvana.

“oh, so cute. look at you fucking yourself.” eddie whispered, eyes wide with faux adoration. “does she need my cock, baby? need it nice and deep?”

despite having a cock down your throat, you somehow managed to whine and nod, your fingers simply not enough. it felt like eddie was mocking you in some way, and for some reason, it completely lit a fire in you. it was hot, and made your head kind of fuzzy.

all at once, eddie paused — his cock stilled inside your throat, and your own fingers halted their movement from the weight of your confusion. you stared up at him as he stared down at you, thoughts crashing through his blown pupils.

“beg for it.” he finally muttered after a moment of silence. his hand fell from your neck, allowing you the freedom of movement. eddie leaned back slightly and those plump, pretty lips pulled into a downright devilish smirk.

“you want my cock so bad, look right into the camera and beg for it.”

your eyes widened fractionally as it dawned on you — eddie wanted you to do it for the camera. because that was the whole plan, wasn’t it? to record eddie fucking you into oblivion and send it to jason? to show him that you could do it too, and do it better?

it shouldn’t have made your pussy throb, but it did. something about being recorded, about knowing that jason would see it, see you being a complete slut for someone else, begging for someone else’s cock, was just so, so arousing.

without a second’s hesitation you released eddie’s cock with a soft pop, eyes lidded and voice absolutely wrecked from having your throat fucked so roughly.

“please put your cock in me. please eddie, fuck me — i need it. please —”

eddie surged forward and cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. his hand flew to the back of your head and he gripped your hair in a fist. pain erupted across your scalp, and you released a sound that you couldn’t identify as either a gasp or a moan — maybe something in between the two.

eddie wasted no time in shoving his tongue into your mouth when your lips parted, dominating every single inch of it. it faintly reminded you of having his cock against your tongue, and without actually thinking, you wrapped your lips around the wet muscle and sucked.

it pulled a deep, almost feral growl from eddie, a sound that seemed to reverberate around the room and went straight to your core.

your head felt fuzzy, as if you couldn’t think. your body was moving as if on instinct alone, and you let out the smallest of whimpers as you suckled on his tongue. as he let you do it.

eddie’s arm wrapped around your middle and the breath was knocked from your lungs when he slammed your body into his.

eddie’s cock was hard between your bodies, slick from your spit, and the sensation of the hot flesh sliding against your tummy sent your mind into a frenzy. fuck, you wanted it in you, wanted him to fuck you up ‘til you couldn’t think —

you popped your lips off of his tongue and drew in a deep breath. eddie groaned when you did so, but it quickly morphed into a moan when you slid your hand between the two of you and gripped his cock.

“fuck me,” you whined, rationality completely gone. the only thing you could think of was eddie, of his scent, his taste, his skin, his warmth, his cock. “fuck me so hard, eddie. please, w-want it so bad…”

eddie let out a string of curses and before you could fully collect yourself you were turned on your axis and shoved into the mattress.

eddie quickly followed your body, sliding himself between your thighs and pulling them open. he lined himself up with your slick cunt and slid the head of his dick up and down slit, pulling a symphony of pleased whimpers and encouragements from your lips.

“fuck, baby, i can’t hold back now.” eddie warned, eyes endless pools of black as he gazed into yours. “it might hurt, angel.”

“i want it to.” you whispered without missing a beat, shocked by how true the statement was. you wanted him to fuck you up, pound you into oblivion until you couldn’t think, speak, or see straight.

no… you needed that.

the sound that eddie released was completely inhuman, as was the scream that tore from your throat when eddie shoved your knees into your chest and buried himself to the hilt in one thrust.

your pussy clenched around him and the breath was knocked from your lungs. god, he was so fucking big, you felt like you were splitting apart. he was in your fucking stomach.

“fuuuuck, tight — hah, so tight. fuck.” eddie panted, squeezing his eyes shut and stilling. his entire body was tense, and you could feel the throb of his cock against your walls.

“mmm, sweetheart, if yer grippin’ me so tight i might bust quick.” eddie admitted, and for some reason, that made you moan.

you were going to make him bust? god, that sounded fucking amazing. eddie chuckled almost darkly.

“pretty girl likes that, huh? does she want my cum?”

“yes, yes, please—” was that even you speaking any more? your voice was slurred, desperate, words rising from a purely primal origin.

“fuck yeah, she does.” eddie growled, fingers digging into your thighs as he began to piston his hips. each thrust was rough, savage, bullying his cock so deep into you it was making you see stars. “pretty girl wants me to breed her.”

words were a thing of the past — all that spilled from your swollen lips were moans, screams, whimpers and pleas, each sound egging eddie on to fuck you harder, faster, deeper.

your stomach was already twisting with the beginnings of a mind-blowing orgasm, one that was nearly being ripped from you by eddie, and you had a sneaking suspicion eddie knew it.

thick fingers wrapped around your throat and squeezed, cutting off your air briefly and launching your heart into an even more erratic rhythm.

“why don’t you beg for it, baby? beg your best friend to breed you, yeah?”

mindless babble. that’s all that bubbled in your throat; but it seemed to be good enough for eddie, who’s thrusts began to turn slightly sloppy and less pointed. his moans were picking up in volume as well, and you knew that could only mean one thing.

he was close.

and you wanted it. god, you fucking wanted it so bad. it was the only clear thought you could latch onto through the mist in your head.

i want eddie to cum. i want eddie to cum. i need him to cum—

you weren’t sure what this feeling was, this sort of overwhelming yet pleasant dissociation that seemed to heighten every sense, that intensified the pleasure wreaking havoc on your body.

but you fucking loved it.

“beg properly.” eddie demanded. “i want to fuckin’ hear you say it. i want you to say, ‘please give me your cum. i want my best friend’s cum.’”

eddie’s grip on your throat loosened just enough for you to squeeze the words out — well, when you could, at least. it was difficult to get them out past your moans.

“p-please give me your — ah, fuck, mmm — your cum. i-i want my be-best friend’s — ah! — cum.”

eddie’s hips faltered then sped up, effectively pounding your cervix straight into your stomach with each thrust. it fucking hurt, but it was so, so good. it thickened the fog in your brain, extended that wonderful dissociation that you were becoming addicted to.

“yeah, that’s a good fuckin’ girl. good girl, angel. gonna give it all t’you.”

just when you thought your moans couldn’t rise in volume or variety, they did — your body moved without conscious thought as you locked your ankles over eddie’s nape.

“gimme, gimme, gimme—!” you chanted dumbly, grinding your hips into his and throwing your weight into them. eddie groaned and his fingers once more clamped around your throat, halting your babble and stealing your air supply.

“fuck, it’s comin’ — gonna cum! take it — hng — take it all.” eddie growled, slamming his hips into yours and punching the breath from your lungs. tears sprung to your eyes, your fingers grasped at the sheets below you, and your thighs tensed as white heat shot through your body.

your vision spotted and your clit throbbed as you gushed around his cock, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, and it didn’t take long for eddie follow you into nirvana.

ropes of his cum shot straight into your cervix, painting the used channel with thick, creamy fluid. it felt so fucking good.

“god, yer fuckin’ milkin’ me… ha, shit. greedy, pretty girl.” eddie murmured, hips rocking into yours as he slowly rode out his orgasm. you bit back a whimper as your body quickly caved into overstimulation, but there wasn’t much you could do to stop eddie.

your head was still fuzzy and your body felt like a boneless cloud. eddie’s fingers had already released your throat, but you still struggled slightly to catch your breath.

“did… did we get all of it?” you asked, the first clear thought to break through the fog somehow centered around the camera and the video, the whole thing that brought this about.

eddie laughed heartily and nearly collapsed atop you, softening cock still buried within your sloppy walls.

“dunno. but… if it didn’t, we could always make another one.”

i feel like this is shit but thirst is thirst. thank you for reading bbys!! <333

[prettyg1irlstears]

the pool deck (rafe cameron)

pairing: bfb!rafe

warnings: smoking, unprotected p in v sex, pool sex, breeding

you were spending the day with your best friend sarah. you were by the pool the whole day, just swimming, tanning and gossiping.

“oh no, we ran out of lemonade!” sarah says with a frown when he comes bavk from inside. “gotta go buy more.”

“i’ll wait for you” you smile while putting on sunscreen. sarah nods and you watch her disappear with her wallet in her hand.

ten minutes pass and you get a message from her: got distracted by john b. probably up to his place. sorry!

you just chuckle and shake your head. you still couldn’t believe that a kook princess would date the pogue king himself.

the sound of footsteps take you out of your thoughts and your heart skips a beat when you see their owner.

“hi ray” you smile, taking your sunglasses off to look at him and standing up from your sunbed. “how are you?”

”’sup, bunny,” rafe smirks, the nickname he gave you smoothly coming out of his mouth as he lights up a cigarette and taking a long drag. you were his favorite friend of sarah’s, always so sweet and caring, asking how his day was, all innocent.

“i’m doin’ good, how you doin’,” he blew the smoke out the corner of his mouth, watching her as she walked towards him. “you look good in that bikini.”

“thanks! i bought it last week,” you smile. and look at your bikini. “they also had a blue one but i thought this one was better.”

he chuckled at your words, flicking the ash off his cigarette “well, you have pretty good taste.” he commented, stepping closer to you, his gaze lingering on your body.

“thanks!” you smile and then look at the cigarette. you weren’t much of a smoker, but you took one when someone had them. “can i have a drag?”

hesitantly, he handed you the cigarette, his lips twitching into a smile. “sure, if you must.”

his eyes were focused on your lips, the way you suck on the filter, imagining how they would taste and feel wrapped around his dick.

rafe watched you take a long drag, your lips wrapped around the cigarette looking so tempting. he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving you. he was getting hard. “you look hot as hell.”

“really..?” you smile shyly. you’re not used to getting attention from guys, and you’re definitely not used to comments like this. “i don’t get that often.”

his eyes roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your figure with a predatory gaze, his breath hitching as his cock hardened in his swimming pants. he coudln’t take it anymore, he reached out, grabbing your ass, squeezing it softly.

you gasp, looking up at him with a shocked and confused expression that only made him grow harder. “what are you doing, ray??”

his hand slips lower, his fingers finding the damp fabric of your bikini bottoms. he chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. he wants you, wants to strip you naked and ravish you. “i'm going to fuck you in this pool soon.”

that takes you off guard, making you swallow as you try to talk yourself out of it. “that’s unhygienic.. i- i could get an infection or something—“ you stutter, trying to stay calm.

“you'll be the cleanest bitch in town after I finish fucking you.” rafe whispers, rubbing your butt cheeks. he was already imagining what it would feel like to have you writhing beneath him, moaning his name.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue slides past your lips, exploring your mouth as his hand playfully slap your butt. if only you knew how much he wants to strip you and have you bent over the pool deck for a good, long, hard fucking.

“rafe— wait— sarah—“ you attempt to say between kisses.

his fingers dig into you hips, pulling you closer against him, his kiss turning more hungry as his arousal presses against you, his cock throbbing pants. “shut up and let me fuck you.”

you want to protest, to tell him that this is a terrible idea, that sarah will kill you when she finds out. but before you can respond, you have his fingers knuckled deep into your pussy

he devours your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. he could feel your wetness coating his fingers and he couldn't wait to slide that sweet cunny onto his engorged cock.

you leave tiny moans and whimpers into the kiss as he fingers you, shamelessly moving your hips into his hand as your knees bend in pleasure.

he whitdraws his fingers before you can cum, a smirk on his face as he looks at you, his hands on your thighs. "get down on your knees, i wanna fuck you doggy right here.”

his eyes devouring your body as he watched you get into a kneeling position on the edge of the pool deck. he undoes his swimming pants and slides them down, revealing his big, hard and throbbing cock. “spread those legs f’me.”

you do as he says so and he positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your wet folds. he reachs around and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it gently as he begings to push into your tight pussy.

you gasp, your pussy gripping his cock tight. “ray..” you whimper, followed by a low groan from him.

he pulls your hair harder, causing you to let out a small whimper. "shhh, baby. i'm gonna make you cum." he begins to thrust into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust, your plump butt jiggling.

all you can let out are small ah ah ah sounds, and god, that could make him cum right on the spot.

he leans down and plants a kiss on your neck. "i can fucking feel your pussy clenching around me, sweet thing. you want me to fuck you harder? or do you want me to pull out and leave you wet and needy?"

“harder.. harder, ray..” you whine out, the thought of him stopping makes you wanna cry.

without missing a beat, he thrust into you harder, pounding your soaking wet pussy. the sounds of his hips slapping against your plump butt combined with your small and needy whimpers filled the air. “look at you.. taking your best friend’s brother balls deep inside you..”

your eyes roll into the back of your head, feeling the knot in your stomach threatening to burst. ”ray!” you moan out, your pussy clenching.

feeling the sensation of your tight pussy clenching around his cock as you reach your peak, he pulled your head back even further and slammed into you one last time, holding you there as he came inside you with a long grunt. "i fucking told you i was going to make you cum."

small whimpers are leaving your mouth, feeling his warm and sticky cum dump inside you and his lips attacking your neck, all while still coming down from your high.

he stayed inside you for a while, waiting until his panting calms down. after a while he gently pulled out, leaving a mess of his cum in your wrecked pussy. "there's my good girl."

even though you’re completely fucked out, you still somehow manage to get up on your knees, turn around and hug him, seeking out comfort.

feeling your small body against his, he pulled you into a tight hug, basking in the afterglow of your intense fuck session. his voice was deep and soothing as he soothed you in his arms. "come here, my little mess."

divider creds here

[77gigabytes]

Mini-me {Love and Deepspace boys}

I can't stop imagining the LADS boys with kids. Mainly because of the "Plushies I gave her; plushies she gave me" trend. I CAN'T, I CANNOT, I DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO CAN XD

Enjoy!

-Seven

|| Masterlist ||

Rafayel ❖· ────── · ·

Rafayel is as much of a child as he is a man

I think that Rafayel would have a son.

Right now, the two of you aren’t planning for another child, but Rafayel wouldn’t say no XD

Rafayel would be super fun and silly with your son

He would be overly dramatic when your son presents a new drawing of craft to him

“Here, papa,” Your son presents a painting of the ocean to Rafayel, “I tried the oil paints this time.”

With a hand at his chest, Rafayel does a big gasp, “What a masterpiece!”

Your son giggles

“I should present this at my next art exhibit!”

Please, as much as he exaggerates his reactions, he would have those painting and trinkets buried with him - that’s how much he loves your son

I imagine that one day as you’re cooking, they’re in the living room and Rafayel has your son’s hand enveloped in his own, guiding him as he paints.

It reminds you of that time in his studio in Greensprings after you promised to see the lanterns together

“What should we add next, kiddo?”

“Hmmm.” Your son taps the paintbrush on his chin, “What about some birds?”

“Heh, like the ones that stole your chips the other day?”

“It wasn’t the birds! It was you, papa!” he jabs the paintbrush at Rafayel’s chest

Rafayel lifts his hands up in surrender, “What do you mean? I’m innocent.” He chuckles as your son pouts at him

More often than not, the two of them are covered in paint, or whatever art supply they used. It ends up to be a whole load of washing for you >:(

Your son definitely loves the ocean just as much as his father.

When you were pregnant with him, he would kick in your belly whenever you were swimming or submerged in water.

As a toddler, he would kick his legs and squeal every time the waves washed over him

Rafayel would have his hands under your son’s arms, stabilising him so that the waves wouldn’t push him over

Now at six years old, he’s diving under, collecting shells and chasing fish,“Momma, look at this shell.” He lifts his small palm carrying a pink shell, his pearly whites beaming up at you as he smiled, “You can have it, momma, orrrrr, maybe I can make it into a paint with papa later.”

It’s late afternoon and your son is knocked out on the couch from spending the entire morning at the beach.

You and Rafayel get started on dinner

Rafayel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Huh?” You pinch your brows and chuckle a little as he nuzzles your neck, “What for?”

He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know, just… For our son, for being my wife, I’m just happy, I guess.”

You chuckle lightly, “I’m happy too.” You turn around and pinch his cheek, “A little jealous that he takes after you so much, but happy.” you offer a bright smile.

Before Rafayel can lean in, his arms are jerked away from your waist

Your son is pulling at Rafayel’s arms, “No, papa! Momma is mine!” He’s leaning all the way back, using his entire weight as leverage to pry Rafayel’s body from yours, “Go away, papa!”

Rafayel scoffs, “Yours?” He raises an eyebrow, “Tsk.” He clicks his tongue and hauls your son over his shoulder, Your momma was mine first, you jellyfish!”

Rafayel's fingers jab at your son's sides, and the sound of your son’s laughter fills the kitchen “Hahaha, pa—haha-papa! Stop!” He’s got tears in his eyes but the biggest smile on his face.

“Nope!” Rafayel pops the ‘p’ and continues to tickle him, “I gotta show you who’s the big fish in this tank, pipsqueak.”

You shake your head and put an hand at your hip, the other one pointing the spatula at them, “Alright, enough, or both of you aren’t getting dinner.”

Sylus ❖· ────── · ·

Sylus has a daughter, a son, and another on the way!

He’d spoil them ROTTENNNNNN. I mean, he buys you dresses, gives you his black card to spend as much as you want, what more would he do for your children? Or rather, what wouldn’t he do for them?

He would definitely be the type to let your children learn how to do things on their own, even if they are clearly struggling. He lives by the ‘they’ll never learn if they don’t do it themselves.’ idea - he literally says "I prefer the cold and things that make me strong."

Although, he would yield after a little while when they’re clearly upset and wailing, but more often than not, with some gentle encouragement, he’d get them to figure out how to do it themselves - climbing thing, opening boxed, pulling out chairs, etc.

It gets a little troublesome since they become explorative - he often has to use his Evol to reign them back in. Although, the children squeal in delight when they’re lifted into the air and land in their father’s arms.

Mephisto is surprisingly gentle with your little ones, keeping his claws and beak out of range because it could hurt them, but also because they wouldn’t hesitate to grab it XD

Luke and Kieran are often on babysitting duty so that you and Sylus can go out - Honestly, this is why you have another baby on the way. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sylus would totally hum to your belly, always off-tune, but he definitely would.

ANYWAY

Today, you’re out on an errand and your baby boy is absolutely crying to bits so Sylus and your daughter are trying their best to calm him down

Sylus has your daughter on his shoulders as he changes your son’s diaper. Your daughter has her hands in his hair as she makes silly faces down at her brother to try and distract him from crying.

By the time you come home, it’s quite late and you find that they are all sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor, toys scattered about and a kids show playing in the background.

Your son is splayed out on Sylus chest while your daughter is on her stomach, across Sylus’ stomach XD

You chuckle a lightly at their positioning

The lack of sleep must have finally caught up to Sylus, huh? You think

As you come closer you realise that your son is awake - he’s cooing with a fist in his mouth, drooling all over Sylus’ shoulder.

With a little difficulty, you kneel down onto the floor to slip your son out from Sylus’ arms. Slow and steady… The last few times you’ve tried, Sylus’ eyes would snap open, on high alert -because who would dare try to take his precious angels.

Anyways, you decided that Sylus probably needs the sleep, especially since you’re pregnant again, he’s been so on edge

You cradle your son in one arm, and with the other, you run your hand through Sylus’ hair - which he subconsciously leans into.

Then, you lean down to place a light kiss on your daughter’s cheek, although leaning down has become a challenge in itself with your growing belly.

With the support of a nearby armchair, you stand yourself up.

You make your way over to the cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room, cradling your son to your chest to feed him.

Just as he finishes, your daughter’s slowly sits up from where she was laying. She rubs at her eyes and blinks sleepily - a vibrant red, like her father’s, peeking through.

She looks around the room and gasps in delight when her eyes land on you, “Mama!”

She takes a few steps to you and then stops midway to look back at her father. She hurriedly grabs the throw blanket from the armchair and throws it across her father, uncaring of whether it covered him properly or not.

“Hi, mama.” She greets you as she climbs to sit in your lap

“Hi, sweetie.” You gently caress her face, “How was your day?”

“Mmm…” She quirks her lips, “Well, little bubba was crying a lot, like, a lot, a lot.”

You chuckle as she spreads her arms all the way apart.

“But I missed you." She nuzzles into your shoulder, "Daddy did too, he kept looking at the clock.”

Hehe, ever the observant girl your daughter was.

“Aww, I missed you, and daddy, and bubba as well.” You press little pecks to her face and nuzzle your nose with hers to which she giggles. Like tinkling bells in the wind.

Zayne ❖· ────── · ·

I feel like Zayne would have a son and a daughter. Your son would be quite a few years older than her though

Some days, Zayne would take them to work, subtly showing them off to his colleagues

Greyson never misses the opportunity to pinch their cheeks and ruffle their hair, “They both look like a mini Dr. Zayne."

Zayne may have all those awards and trophies lining his office walls, but his pride and joy will always be his children

He may not outwardly express it, but he absolutely cherishes them - reading them bedtime stories, tucking them in with the lightest kiss upon their foreheads

I imagine your son would be very studious, having read most of the books occupying the shelves of Zayne’s office. He would be quite curious, exploring the hospital and asking the doctors all sorts of questions that they themselves do not even have the answers to.

He would be your little gentleman, learning from his father, pulling out chairs and opening doors.

Your daughter would probably be a little shy, always having a fist clenched on her daddy’s clothes or holding onto his hands, or rather his fingers.

Her big brother wouldn’t hesitate to get her whatever she wanted or take her wherever she wishes - your family’s little princess

As much of a workaholic Zayne is, and as much as he wants to provide for you and your little family, he would have no problems lessening his hours to spend time with you and the children

It doesn’t matter how tired he is from a long day of endless surgeries, he would just as eagerly play with them in the living room

“Here, Dad, have a turn.”

“What is it?” Zayne removes his coat and drapes it over the couch’s armrest.

“Uncle Greyson bought it for us.” Your son leads Zayne over to the living room table.

“Uncle Greyson, huh?”

Your son brushes over the comment and continues to explain the little toy, “You have to take these plastic organs and bacteria out without touching the edges or else it beeps and his nose flashes a red light.”

Ever the steady-handed surgeon, Zayne takes them all out without a problem.

“Daddy,” your daughter clutches at the fabric of Zayne’s dress shirt. “I want to try.”

Zayne beckons her over to stand in front of him where he can support her little hands holding the plastic forceps

On the off chance that you are not with them, Zayne would get them sweet treats on the way home

“It’ll be our little secret.” Zayne whispers, with a finger pressed to his lips

your son and daughter giggle in their seats and happily gobble up spoonfuls of the dessert

It isn’t long before they all start having toothaches and receive a scolding from you

On family vacations, you all end up in a cabin up in the mountains of Snowcrest (at the request of your sweet little angels)

Zayne is more than happy to teach them how to snowboard,

Much to your surprise, as your daughter grew older, you found that she was quite proficient in snowboarding

But there used to be times where Zayne made them little tiaras and crowns of ice and built little ice castle with them using his Evol

Xavier ❖· ────── · ·

Sleeps as much as your newborn son, if not more, and your eldest son has inherited his father’s incredible appetite.

When you’re not at home, Xavier nearly burns the house down trying to make food for them, so once your son was old enough, he opted to learn how to cook - having his father as an assistant because, you know… they need supervision or something XD

Xavier would definitely read them bed time stories

His voice is so soft and mellow, they would fall asleep so quickly

Not much of a surprise considering that Xavier falls asleep at the drop of a hat

But on days when they have nightmares, Xavier would use his Evol to create little bunnies and flowers that float around in their bedroom

and when sleep finally overtook them, he would tuck their blankets around them and whisper,

“Sweet dreams, my little starlight.”

Most days, in your lounge, your younger son would be crawling all over Xavier as he laid on the floor.

“Arghh, the monster’s got me.” he would jokingly say.

Your older son would then come in with a cardboard sword, gently tapping his little brother on the back to slay the monster

Xavier cradles the young one in his arms, “And the hero has saved the day once again!” He lifts the infant up into the air and receives a toothless smile.

“Just like you and mommy!” Your son beams down at Xavier, sword and shield still poised, “You keep us safe from all the wanderers, right? I wanna be just like you and mommy.”

Xavier just smiles - the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “Well, we better start training, huh?” Xavier ruffles your son’s hair.

Although he may not be as well-off as Sylus, he definitely would do his best to spoil them, bringing them to amusement parks, buying them little star lamps for their bedrooms, taking them to the arcade and playing kitty cards with them.

One time, you all went on a holiday to this guest house in the forest. When you asked him how he knew about this place he replied with:

“I befriended the uncle that runs this guesthouse while I went fishing that one time.”

Xavier would take them hiking, showing your sons the most scenic views in the forest

when night time came, all four of you were laying down on a blanket, gazing at the stars

Today, he’s taken you to a cherry blossom park. He’s got your eldest son on his shoulders, and your little one in a baby carrier at his front.

Your eldest son is reaching up trying to grasp at the pink petals some of which fall onto your youngest’s head.

Xavier quickly lets go of your hand, which he was holding, to brush them out of your baby’s face. (he’s using the other one to stabilise your son’s leg over his shoulder)

Just as quickly, he grasps your hand once more.

You squeeze his hand lightly, “Let me take the carrier from you, Xavier.”

“No, it’s okay.” He quickly refuses, “I want to carry them both. It won’t be long before they’ll be too big to do so.”

AHHHHAAA, I'm finally finished with exams, so I'll be able to write more often. Yahooooo ~(˘▾˘~)

But brooooo, the Lads with KIDSSSSS I CAN DIE HAPPY

-Seven

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[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Helllooo to one of the most amazing writer I know. I was wondering if you could write some hcs on everyone .Them going to the beach and how they would act :D

Seaswept Sands (All x MC/Reader - Beach HCs)

P A P S I C U M. >:}

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Seaswept: seaswept (not comparable) Located on the sea quotations.

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This motherfucker hates the beach with a vehemence. He also hates sunscreen, but will still apply it to remain sexily pale.

It’s canon that Sol dislikes the ocean, so the only reason he’d be even remotely close to the beach is because of you.

He probably doesn’t even like sand. He’d rather simply just walk around the beach area. 

If you’re more of a beach lover, he’ll be reluctant to join you in the sand, and beg you to not make him go into the water.

Will wear all black and tie his hair up into a messy bun.

If you’re more of a rock investigator (irl me needs a medal for that tbh), he’s gonna avoid rock pools, mostly due to the fact he resents crabs.

Anything that can crawl on him gives him an ick (except if it’s you).

Probably will just find a cafe and order coffees for both of you, especially if you’re gonna swim. You’ll need something to help warm you up, after all.

Most likely just going to serve as a photographer, totally will not use said photos to jack off to you later so he can paint you later <3.

Will be tempted to murder the seagulls. Probably will wring at least one if it tries harassing him tbh- (you won’t find out dw).

Will supervise the bags and all of your belongings.

Also will drive you there and back. Will also prep the car with tons of towels so A. the car won’t get wet (only you’re allowed to be teehee) and B. so you’re not gonna freeze to death.

Hyugo would probably wear shark fins on his sides just to fuck with people.

He’s got extremely white teeth and (I headcanon) a very creepy grin for when he’s murdering intimidating people. So he’d 110% just very slowly emerge from the depths of the water (Pennywise-style) and scare off all the little kids in the vicinity.

His hair is everywhere around his face, and when he’s underwater it looks like a blue halo. One that you yank on when he’s unaware (and above water for fucks’ sake) to try and get him to yelp. (he may or may not accidentally moan but that’s a whole other story). Don’t worry he bites your ankle underwater in revenge.

He probably doesn’t care at all about what swimmers he wears, hell even Baby Shark merch will work for him. He will proudly display it as well. (balls of steel much??)

This guy hooves ice cream like it’s his last day alive. Maybe even iced coffee. He must consume sugar or he will implode.

Is gonna splash you. You both are gonna have water fights the entire time you’re there, until both of you are sopping wet and dripping with ocean water (and fish piss).

Mans will probably ask you to get piggybacked in the water, which tbf you attempt to, then he drags you both underwater.

Will forget to take photos. You’re gonna have to be responsible for that I’m afraid.

Will drive y’all there and back, blaring J-Pop on the radio and grinning maniacally. Be concerned.

This girl is going to be strutting into any beach, or any public place, looking the most glamorous of all.

Will wear a two-piece pink skort and bikini set 110%, will wear a translucent blouse over the top.

This girl will judge everyone else’s bikinis and swimmers more than actually doing something.

Although she isn’t opposed to going in the water, unless it’s cold – I headcanon Brittney hates the cold – you better not get her hair sopping wet, she will murder you and dump your body in a rock pool. <3

Will buy ice cream, she doesn’t seem the type to like salty foods tbh.

Will stalk up to you and ask what you want then vanishes.

She’s got herself a tanning bed btw.

Will read fashion magazines, maybe even do her beach aesthetic makeup. After all, she’s gotta be the hottest chick there. not that she isn’t already

Will eventually stick to building things out of sand, then getting annoyed and breaking them.

Is also going to shower before you, making sure she’s extremely clean before going to the car.

She drives btw.

Jess is the type to build sandcastles. I will fucking smite anyone who says otherwise.

If you both went to the beach, she’d be unwilling to enter the water, mostly due to the fact she def can't swim for shit, and also doesn't want her glasses to get wet (she hates goggles). Wears swimmers underneath a fucking oversized translucent blouse or something.

Would be the type to just plan ahead what exactly she’ll require to make the greatest sandcastle ever, and if that plan fails, she will be extremely sad for the next 2 hours.

Will be one of those people to bury their best friend/partner under the sand. Will put a lot of effort into making your mermaid tail look majestic.

You both will be eating ice cream under an umbrella, taking turns to take selfies (mostly you, she’d be very shy about having her face, she worries whether she’ll look dumb or not)

You both are gonna just watch over the belongings, and take turns showering at the beach so that (Jess’s) car is clean by the time you both get ready to leave.

You’d have had to win about 2000 bets with Geo to get him anywhere near a beach.

Would wear extremely dark gear, you’d not see any part of his body except his very wonderful head.

Will evade sand like it's the Black Plague.

Oh, just a warning, Geo is part fish.

He swims way too far for any sane human being. Hell, he doesn’t even swim, he just glides through the water. Deadpan. On his back. His hair is in a swimming cap btw, he’s not fucking risking damaging it. Also an avid sunscreen user, this man does not want to fucking tan, ew.

Will not eat anything there. He’s got standards. You’ll have to wine and dine him to get him to even sit down amongst all the other citizens of the city. Will reluctantly get you coffee though. He’ll probably only drink coffee if he craves it.

Will contemplate becoming a serial birdkiller; he hates birds. Their squawking makes him want to tear his eardrums out.

Will be extremely happy to walk along rocks, even boardwalking is better than actually being on the beach.

Will take aesthetic photos of the beach, especially if it's during the sunset. May or may not sneakily take some of you to store in his private stash.

Will also drive you both. He is never going to not drive, unless something drastic happens, like his arms getting cut off.

Crowe will have his hair down and is going to wear a stupidly wide-brimmed sun hat.

Is very careful about applying sunscreen, will check the UV rating multiple times.

Is going to watch over your shit and take really beautiful beach photos, will probably read a book silently under an umbrella. You mistook him for a woman one too many times.

Would make sure you don’t go too deep in the water, makes sure you swim between the flags as well.

Literally a walking, talking safety manual.

It’s okay you can shut him up later, with ball gags and a blindfold. <33

Will probs wear a Hawaiian shirt ngl (someone draw that). He’s a lot more relaxed at the beach. Will also be eating fancy af ice cream while lovingly watching you from afar. <3

Would be happy to search rock pools with you as well, in fact, any walking would do him well. He seems the type to love nature a lot.

Is going to be responsible for wrapping you in towels and ensuring you’re comfortable and your temperature is stable.

Will be the one to drive you both home. He can’t have you doing all the work, now can he?

Deryl will be fucking everywhere; this man loves the beach almost as much as he loves you.

Is going to buy as much food as humanly possible. You will have to remind him he cannot eat like a horse then expect to exercise, his stomach won’t be able to tolerate it. Will be disappointed after.

Tries to talk to the seagulls.

Will throw you into the ocean. Lovingly, of course.

Is also the type to get competitive with a bunch of teens over who can dig the deepest hole in the sand.

Will be looking for crabs, starts squealing from joy if he does see one.

Is probs gonna run across the sand with you (he wins every race you two have) shirtless. He’s gonna take ab pics.

You will not have a single normal looking photo with him, I'm sorry.

Although he does get you both a fuckton of food, so you’re not complaining.

You will have to drive both of your asses home though, he’s too excited to drive carefully enough.

[aekatty]

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kiss below the line…

a/n: i hate him but at the same i ain’t mind letting him tap 😋 also using colored panels for now cause it’s cuter tee hee

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: p in v sex, oral sex, afab!reader, reader lowk a top here but sanji gets a tad bit of confidence towards the end, sanji know how to eat that kitty 🙏, reader a FREAK, call this man sanji freaksmoke ong 💀🙏, reader wears a bikini, no set arc, risky public sex, they fuck in a secluded area but still open to public, porn WITH plot

tags ✮⋆˙ smut, afab!reader x sanji, beach date, p in v bby, no set arc - no spoilers

now playing: dive - victoria monét

After a long strenuous journey of hopping from island to island, you suggested the crew stop at a tropical resort for a few days to rest and gather supplies for the Sunny. Liberating islands from tyrannical rule and going against from oppressive government is tiring…Well guess what? It’s time the Strawhats get a well deserved break!

“Hmm, yea sure,” your rubber captain shrugged.

“Wow, you didn’t really think that through did ya, Luffy?”

“No, you’re right. After a long battle, I’m pretty beat plus…”

“Plus?”

“A seafood boil sounds nice,” he laughed as he rubbed his rumbling belly.

Robin chuckled at Luffy’s expression, “Well, since us devil fruit power users can’t swim in the water, I wouldn’t mind indulging in a nice seafood feast cooked by our skillful chef.”

You suddenly see the pervy chef’s nose start to heave heavily, a few drops of blood trickling down his chin, “OF COURSE, ANYTHING FOR THE BEAUTIFUL LADIES OF OUR SHIP!”

His stance takes a 180 as he faces the men of the crew, “The men have to hunt for their own food.”

Zoro looks at him with annoyance, “Hey! Can I at least get some sake?!”

Luffy pouts, “No fair! I want to relax like the girls too!”

“Well, real men hunt for their own food!”

You sighed, “Sanji, relax, the guys worked hard at the last island. Cut ‘em some slack will ya?”

His demeanor changed as soon as you spoke, “OH MY DEAR, [NAME], YOU ARE SO RIGHT.”

“Alright, fine, since we’re going to have a seafood boil, I gotta gather some ingredients.”

“A spectacular feast created by our lovely cook, my mouth is watering just thinking about it, if I had any saliva…YOHOHOHO!”

“Then, it’s settled! Nami, set course for [insert cool island here]!”

“Right away, captain!” The beautiful tangerine-haired girl yelled back.

————

The summer sun shone upon the golden sand, the crystal blue water crashing upon the shore as the coconut trees swayed to the calming wind. The resort is occupied by many beach goers as children ran along the hot sand with beach balls, men clinked their beers, and ladies were served fancy mojitos. The smell of grilled meat lingered the air as barbecue parties took place nearby.

You reveled in the moment until hearing your captain’s booming voice destroy your peace of mind.

“WOOHOO!”

“LUFFY, DON’T GO IN THE WATER, YOU CAN’T-”

The rubber boy struggled to keep afloat in the water has he gargled for help, “HELP! HELP!”

“swim…” You facepalmed.

“I got it…” The green haired swordsman immediately dived into the water before rescuing your struggling captain.

“Captain, be more careful, will ya?”

He coughed up seawater, “Bleghhh, Zoro, I might throw up on you…”

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!”

You decided to sit with the girls when the blonde cook approached all of you. He sported black swimtrunks, along with a half-opened tropical shirt while holding a tray full of orange cocktails, “Well, ladies, can I interest ya’ll in some ‘Sex on the Beach’ drinks to quench your thirst?”

The black-haired vixen smiled, “Thanks, Sanji. You really know how to read our minds.”

“Wow, these look refreshing, as expected from our cook!” Nami took a sip of the alcoholic drink.

“No kidding, I was starting to feel a bit parched myself,” you smiled.

Sanji covered his nose to prevent a nose bleed from coming out, “Ladies, Ladies, no need to thank me. Just doing my job.” He smiled to himself as he replayed the compliments in his head.

You looked at him with concern, “Hey, Sanji. How’s ingredient gathering going for ya?”

“Huh? Oh, I’ve been trying to catch some fish and crab for the last 30 minutes but I think the amount of people here are scaring them away.”

“Hmm, hey! I can help you look for a secluded spot for fishing!” You cheerfully suggested to him.

“Oh, I can’t let a lovely lady like you get up and help me out like this!”

You chuckled, “No worries, I’d rather walk around then sit down doing nothing.”

“Well…I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have extra help.”

————

You sealed the bucket full of prawns before setting it aside and sitting down on the dampening sand, “Wow, we caught a lot today! We’re gonna be eating tonight, aren’t we?” You looked at the remaining gold rays of light slowly disappear in beyond the horizon.

He laughed at your amusement, “I should start cooking soon if we’re gonna serve this on time for the crew to start feasting.”

You attempted to carry the heavy bucket of freshly caught prawns, but it proved to be difficult with the sandy environment preventing better movement in your legs.

He noticed your struggle with the filled container, “Need any help?” He walked towards your sinking figure in the moist sand, lantern in hand to illuminate the darkened atmosphere.

“Ah, no, no! It’s ok!”

“Come on, [Name]. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“No, really, I can manage-”

“I’ll just grab this part-”

“Sanji! It’s gonna-“

Splash

“…fall,” your once dried figures now soaked with sea water as both of you guys fell backwards into the incoming waves — his trembling body loomed over yours, salty droplets falling onto your face.

The sound of your increasing heart beat pounding in your ears from the closed distances between your bodies. Your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to his toned abs up close to your face, despite the evening darkness sweeping in to mask the dimming sunset.

You were embarrassed to admit it, but you always had a slight interest in the blonde cook. Sure, you were a little annoyed by his flirtatious attempts and his slightly pervy behavior — yet, in his times of seriousness that complimented his cool, stoic character, it was…quite attractive.

The amount of times you caught yourself staring at him as he cooked the crew’s meals with rolled-up sleeves, or chilling on the ship while lighting the butt of his cigarette. You had to resist the urge to bite your lip then and there.

But, seeing him on top of you while half naked and wet took the final slice of the cake.

“O-oh my god, I’m so sorry! I should’ve listened to you-” The blood rushed to his cheeks and ears to form an embarrassed blush before lifting himself off you.

“Hot damn….” You muttered to yourself.

“Uh…what?”

“Um- Uh, nothing,” you shot him a sheepish smile before lifting yourself up. “It’s all good, I should’ve just accepted your help,” you laugh awkwardly as you drag the fallen bucket.

“Ahem, that would’ve been awkward if anyone in the crew saw us,” he brushed his hand through his blonde locks before searching his pockets for his cigarette box.

You suddenly halt your process of dragging the prawn bucket, an invisible lightbulb lighting upon your head. You turn to the chef before smirking at him,“I wouldn’t mind giving them a show.”

You could practically see his eyes bulging out of his sockets at your flirtatious manner. Who knew the pervy cook would get nervous by one of the only girls in the Strawhats? You wanted to take advantage of this sudden burst of confidence…

You walked up to him, his face producing a red hue on his cheeks as he watched your figure close the proximity between you two. His heartbeat increased at the sight of your practically bikini-clad body swaying in the moonlight. He clutched the cigarette between his teeth…

You look up at his flustered face before stealing the lit cigarette from his lips, a seductive tone poisoned your words, “Can we stay here for a bit?”

The nervous cook gulped, “U-Uh um…why?”

He watched as you took a drag out of his own cigarette before putting it out — He never found anything so sexy in his life; not even when he saw a naked Nami back in Alabasta before.

You harshly pushed his toned figure onto the dry sand before noticing the now obvious bulge in his pants. You were quite pleased by the outcome of this situation as you watched the cook fall to his knees for you — he relished in the sight of you using him. It was kind of different from the way you seen him with other girls. Slowly, you hovered over his body; his eyes glued onto your bikini-covered chest as he felt his mouth become dry.

“I think you know the answer, Sanji…”

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A needy moan escaped from the cook’s mouth as you caught his lips in a sloppy kiss, your tongue ravaging with his as you grinded your clothed heat on his crotch. His body had become so turned-on from your sudden dominant nature, your touches like a tempting devil.

“[Name]…fuck,” his hands moved to your hips as you continued dry humping his erection.

You caught his lower lip between your teeth, “You’re so fucking sexy when you say my name like that, wanna scream it more for me?” You watched his body shutter as you exchanged the movement of your hips with your rubbing over his hardened bulge.

“A-ah shit, mon chérie, quit teasing me…”

You bit your lip as you continued your edge on his clothed cock, ignoring his pleas for your pussy. You relished in the sight of the blonde begging for your attention. You rubbed his erection in a faster pace, grabbing the outline of his size — he groaned at your intense touch.

A sly smirk creeped onto your face as you guided his hand under your skimpy bikini top, his hand instinctively squeezing the soft mound of flesh, brushing over your now hardened nipple. A soft moan left your mouth as you felt his rough hand roll the pearl between his fingers. You slapped his hand away with a smirk on your face.

You slowly shoved two fingers into his mouth, feeling the warmth of his tongue sucking and licking them, “Wanna show me what that mouth can do?”

You remove your bikini bottom, revealing the transparent slick trail of your arousal connecting from your pussy to the dampened cloth. You toss it to the side before hovering your crotch over his flustered face.

You harshly grabbed his face, “Make me cum and maybe I’ll give ya a reward.”

“…Yes, ma’am…”

You cautiously lowered your hips onto his face before you felt strong hands hastily grab your hips and slam you down. A yelp came out of you at the sudden pressure of your crotch rubbing on his face.

The warmness of his tongue desperately overlapping over your needy hole as you bit your lip to conceal the sounds of your impending pleasure. The sound of the crashing salt water colliding with the sand had become quieter as the sun died down and the moonlight became brighter.

The sound of sloppy wetness overtaking your hearing as he fucked his tongue inside you. You face twisting from the overbearing sensation of pleasure took over your body as you grinded your cunt further into his face, the feeling of his nose rubbing against your sensitive clit, the smell of your arousal radiating off your warm body.

He lapped his tongue over your erected bud as sucked you off like a starved man. He groaned as he pulled your hips harder onto his face with need, his grip tightening around you. — He became obsessed with the taste of you and he was wanting more.

He slid his hands over the fleshy mounds of your ass before spreading them apart for better access. The speed of his tongue fastening had jolted the nerves of your body, your back arching from the overstimulation on your abused clit.

“S-Sanji! Oh god, keep going!” You cried out in pleasure. The moist sounds of his mouth connected with your saliva-coated cunt.

“Mmm’ Mon chérie, cum on my face,” he groaned as he swiped his tongue over your pulsating hole.

Your core tightened as you felt your approaching climax form into a pit in your stomach, “Then, you better savor it while you can, Blondie.”

He swore he could’ve felt his cock twitch in his swim trunks at the sound of his nickname slipping from your lips. God, the things you do to him…

You swayed your hips to the movement of his hungry tongue as the muscles of your increasingly tightening before you felt the imaginary coil unravel and relax. Your milky liquid leaking out your pulsating hole, smothering over the cook’s face.

He released the suction of mouth over your erected bud with the sound of a pop. His chin had been covered in his own saliva and your arousal. He huffed and puffed as he caught his breath. The taste of your cum lingered as on his lips as he licked them without shame.

“Good boy, I think it’s time I give you your reward,”you shifted your body off his face, the feeling of the cold grainy sand resting below your knees as you lowered your face over his crotch.

A surprised moan escaped the cook’s tainted lips as you pressed light kissed over his erection, the taste of ocean salt overtaking your taste buds. You could practically feel his wanting cock straining along the restraints of his wet as it ached for your touch.

You grabbed the hem of his trunks, peeling the fabric to reveal his touch-starved cock — it had a slight curve to it, the circumcised tip supporting a swollen redness as it leaked precum, his shaft with a few veins trailing down to his nicely-groomed happy trail of blonde hair surrounding it, his balls desperately awaiting to be emptied from all the edging you did to him.

“Nice cock, dude.”

“Haha, very funny, [Name],” he sarcastically rolled his eyes.

“I’m being serious, Sanji,” you swipe your index finger over the dripping slit of his tip.

A grunt escaped his lips as you flicked his sensitive cock in a teasing manner; Your hand running down his shaft before slowly fisting his cock in your hand. That fucking smug smirk painted on your face that drove him insane the entire time.

Your hand moved up and down faster as you watched his face twist from pleasure, his body jerking from the sudden jolts of electricity running in his body from your touch — You swiped your tongue over the flushed head, savoring the taste of the transparent liquid as you continued your pace on his shaft. A sharp hiss escaped through his teeth as you rubbed and squeezed his sensitive balls in the process; god, he was about to burst then and there.

He gripped the sand below him as you brought him to the edge of his orgasm, you enjoyed the amount of overstimulation you brought to his cute face as his curly brows scrunched together in pleasure. You bit your lip as you felt his cock twitch in your hand before-

“Sanjiiiii! [Name]! Where are you?? I’m hungry!!” You hear Luffy’s voice in the distance.

The cook looked back at you in horror, in fear that both of you guys were about to get caught by your captain. Luckily, you were out of sight from your rubber captain due to the steep rock wall that separated you and Sanji from him. You shot him a devious look as you continued your movement on his needy cock, “Gonna answer?”

Oh, fuck you.

“W-We’re still busy fishing so g-go away!” He yelled back with nervousness.

He bit the inside of his cheek as you engorged his cock into your mouth, the salty taste of his precum filling your taste buds as you slobbered over the tip and shaft.

“Well, hurry up already!!” the hurried tone of your captain’s voice echoing in the distance.

The cook groaned in annoyance, “SH- SHUT UP AND BE PATIENT OR ELSE ITS VEGETARIAN FROM NOW O-ON!!!”

“AGHH FINEEEE…”

A small snort escaped through your nose as you heard their short banter. Sanji was such a cutie patootie when he got mad at the crew you thought to yourself.

That’s probably why you enjoy seeing the cook moaned and whimpered as he submitted to your touch, wanting more of your attention from you. <3

He felt as if he could cum to the vibrations of your gagging alone as you struggled to swallow his cock whole, hitting the gag reflex that sat in the back of your throat. What didn’t help was when you caressed his swollen balls, squeezing them as if they were putty in your hands. They tensed at your touch as they added onto the ongoing stimulation on his messy cock.

He bit his lip while grabbing tufts of your hair as he felt the euphoric climax slowly creep towards his tip as you continued sucking him like a summertime popsicle.

Just when he was about to release his seed, you halted your action; releasing his cock with a pop as it bounced towards his abdomen. His cock twitched with impatience as it awaited more of your stimulation. The tip redder than before as it begged to release its seed.

He huffed, “Mon chérie…wha… what are you doing?”

You hovered over him before whispering in his ear, “I’m gonna ride you, that’s what i’m gonna do.” You bit his ear before aligning yourself over his cock.

You slammed on his cock, causing both of ya’ll to gasp in pleasure as you felt the gumminess of your walls swallow his size. He grabbed the fat of your ass as you bucked your hips up and down.

“Oh god! Oh yes!” You cried out as you felt him match his hip movements with yours.

Your pussy was practically a perfect mold for him as you sought to reach that euphoric feeling of edging to your arrival. You became obsessed with the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix as each thrust became deeper and rougher. You swore you saw a tear well up in his ducts as you watched his face become a moaning mess.

“Hah, oh fuck! K-Keep going at this speed, I might cum inside you…” He squeezed your ass harder as he kissed and sucked the skin on your collar bone.

“S-Sanji- hah!” You felt his lips lick the soft flesh of your chest as he moved his hands towards the underside of the fabric triangles, pushing them upwards to reveal the dark pearls of your cherries.

“Sanji!” You screamed his name as you felt the warm sensation of his tongue lap over your erected nipples. Now you’re the one being a victim to overstimulation.

He groaned as he made out with your right nipple while pinching your left one, the friction leaving you speechless as you were left in a moaning mess. He clenched your the soft mound as he felt your moist walls squeeze around his cock.

“You’ve been teasing me this whole time, I couldn’t help but retaliate…” He left your right boob with purple marks around your now tender nipples. He shifted his attention towards your left boob as he sucked and bit your dark pearl, enough to send electricity towards your pussy.

“Mmm’ you taste so divine, Mon chérie…This is way better than some seafood boil.” He loved the way you clenched on his cock as he sucked your sensitive nipple.

No amount of crashing ocean waves nor the sound of seagulls squawking under the illuminated night sky could muffle out the sounds of sloppy slaps and moans of the heated moment you both shared. You cried out his name in hiccups as he continued the movement of his hips guiding his cock towards your cervix, increasing his speed.

“Sanji, Sanji, Sanji…i’m gonna cum!” You were going dizzy at his hypnotizing movements.

“Fuck, me too…Can I cum on that pretty face of yours, Mon chérie?”

You nodded as you felt that familiar tightening feeling in your abdomen of your impending orgasm had . The thought of releasing on his cock was racing in your mind as you wanted to savor the sensation the next time you had the “urge.”

You gripped his shoulders as you arched your back to the ripping feeling of your toe-curling release, a cry for pleasure escaped your lips as you felt your abused walls clench around him. — thick, white…it poured from your used hole as it coated on his twitching member, waiting to come as well.

He groaned at the sight of his cock being covered in your slick, like a used sex toy. He fisted his cock, your cum serving as lubrication to relieve himself.

He chanted your name in mutters as he took in the sight of your fucked-out face, sporting a tomato red and a trail of saliva dripping down your chin as you huffed and puffed for air. His hand instinctively stroked faster as the aftermath of your face around him even more. He let out a groan as he felt the nerves in his shaft jolt as ropes of hot cum spurt from his reddened tip.

You smirked as you watched the white fluid land on your face along with your hickey-covered chest. You didn’t want to lie when you felt surprised by how much spilled out of him—embarrassing amount continued to drip onto the sand from his now sensitive cock.

You bit your lip, “Didn’t tell me you had that much in ya.”

His face became flushed, “It’s not my fault, I was pent up from how much you edged me today!”

“You’re really hot when you’re hard at work, I couldn’t help seeing you in such a submissive state,” you stuck your tongue at him.

His heart skipped a beat at your embarrassing words, “MY LOVE, I’LL LET YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY.”

And…he’s back to his usual self.

The chef’s ears perk up as he hears rustling from the nearby coconut trees. You noticed his reaction before your attention redirected towards the origin of the sound.

“What the hell, where am I?

The mosshead looked towards your direction as he noticed the two figures in the distance, immediately recognizing the both of you.

Both you and Sanjj’s mouth dropped open before you guys scrambled on the sandy floor, readjusting your swimsuits and jumping in the cold salty waters to wash off the evidence. In the back of your mind, you wanted to cry of embarrassment; the thrill of almost getting caught was exhilarating itself. However, getting caught a a different story.

“Go away, moss head! We’re trying to fish in peace over here!” The blonde cook yelled at the swordsman.

Zoro smirked, “You sure this is fishing, cause last time I checked, you’re supposed to have your clothes on.”

Both you and Sanji looked at each other with an embarrassed blush on your face before quickly diverting your faces knowing the opposite direction.

“Zoro, you can’t tell anyone…” You softly pleaded.

The swordsman yawned, “I don’t really care, I was tryna find curly brow since Luffy was getting antsy about the food.”

“Oh and I was wondering where you kept the sake.”

The cook facepalmed himself, “You fucking drunk…it’s in the wine cabinet now go away.”

The swordsman yawned again, “Wow, thanks I guess. I’ll let yall do your thing but hurry up cause the captain looks like he’s about to munch on our emergency food (chopper).”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll get started once [Name] and I bring our shellfish catch back to the ship.”

You sighed in annoyance, “Let’s just get out of here.”

As the three of you walked back, the little devil on your shoulder caused you to land a nice smack on Sanji’s ass. He turned around with surprised look on his face while rubbing the impacted area. You shot a smug smirk at the cook before doing the “p in v” gesture with your fingers.

He smirked before giving you a wink. You quietly giggled before whispering in his ear, “Let’s do this again, but more private.

[t0yac1d]

jj maybank smut literally anythinggg

Cloud 9 (JJ Maybank x F!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, p in v, , car sex, degrading, jealous sex, hair pulling, voyeurism, praise

Notes: Enjoy this my love

Word Count: 773

The air was thick, windows were foggy and condensation has already started. Your body was sweaty and your hair was sticking to your face. The twinkie rocked from the movement from inside and creaked every now and then. "It's almost like you love to see me upset. Like you wanted me to fuck you like this, in my best friend's van, ruining the seats and floor. Like it when I treat you like the slut you are, huh?" he asked, putting hand between your shoulder blades and pushing down, forcing you to bend over. All you could do was nod and moan, he's drilling himself in you, hitting your cervix, penetrating you.

You didn't do anything wrong. At least, that's what you think. All you did was step in the ocean, enjoying the water, the smell of the beach, and looking up at the night sky. That's nothing to be upset over, but Rafe did swim up to you, and showered you in compliments. Were they compliments?

Either way Rafe spoke to you, and you responded, smiling at him and getting really close. JJ's not upset with you, he could never be upset with his girl, his pretty girl. He's upset with that kook, the guy who decided to flirt with you while he knew JJ was watching, the guy who's gaze kept flicking down to your tits. He won't admit that he got jealous because why would he be jealous of Rafe? It's not like Rafe is the one that makes you a whimpering and moaning mess on his cock.

JJ moved his eyes from your ass to the window, he smirked and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling so you'd look up.

"See that? He's a fuckin' perv." he laughed, "It's fuckin' pathetic."

You watched as Rafe stood and watched the two of you, staring shamelessly. It kind of turned you on, having someone watch you get ruined and turn into a mess under your boyfriend. "Put on a show for him, pretty."

You clenched at his words, loving the way he's talking to you, loving the way Rafe's eyes never left the window, squinting to see more. "You like this? You like having people see the kind of whore you are?"

You gave him a strained moan, moving against him, fucking yourself. "C'mon..give me an answer.."

"Y-yes.." you whispered, finding it hard to find your voice after screaming the blonde's name. The hand he had in your hair moved to the back of your neck, pulling you up so your back met his chest. He grabbed and squeezed your tits. Pinching and twisting your nipples. The feeling sending shivers down your body. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands. "Feel s'good Jay.." you whined, "I bet it does angel." he said, groaning at the way you tugged at his hair whenever he picked up his pace. 

Your head fell back and rested on his shoulder. His hand moved down your body, fingertips grazing your skin. He grazed your clit, teasing you, wanting to hear your whimpers and begs. You grabbed his hand and moved it closer to your clit. “You gotta ask for it.”

“Mm..” you whined, “Use your words baby. If you don't use your words you can’t cum.” 

 “Please JJ..please..”

“I got you sweet thing..” 

JJ’s fingers moved in circles against your clit. Your pussy clenched around him as his dick started to twitch. “Look at him,” his opposite hand grabbed your jaw, pulling so you’d look through the window. “See how close he is to cumming?” 

“Uh huh..faster J..”

“He thinks he’s gonna get to cum to this pretty face..” 

He moved his hand from your jaw to your back and bent you over, keeping a hand on your head, forcing you to stay down and your face no longer in view of Rafe’s eyes. JJ’s hips sloppily snapped against you, the knot in your stomach building. He heard you whine, “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”

Your moans filled the van, gripping the seat as JJ continued to pound into you. He glared at Rafe as he watched him put his pathetic cock back in his shorts and storm off. “Such a bitch.” he muttered to himself as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and came. His hips never falting until he filled you completely with his seed. 

You lied still, catching your breath and sitting up, leaning against your boyfriend. “Lay down, I’m not done with you.”

“Huh?”

“Did you think I forgot about how you were practically flaunting your tits? Lay down, hands above your head.”

[notjustjavierpena]

Heat

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Many many moons ago (this might be an exaggeration), I wrote a direct message to @undercoverpena about one of her text posts that sent me into a horny spiral. I loved it. You can read the text post here. At lot happened since then, and I bet you all that she must have forgotten or thought I would not finish it, but alas I return from the dead.

Summary: Javier looks so delicious doing hard work under the sun. The kids aren’t home. Heat is not just what the sun gives, it can also be a state of your body.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, clit stim, piv sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, rough sex, javi p is sweaty and you are horny

Word count: 3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51636391

Heat

It’s a thousand degrees outside.

It’s the beginning of autumn and it’s boiling hot, so warm that one cannot fully enjoy the weather when it makes everything feel crispier. You’ll be damned if you are going to spend the sparse and sacred hours of being childfree inside your house with a pout though, because your father-in-law has the kids after a long period of him being unable to babysit.

One would think that now that your three children are in Abuelo Chucho’s hands, it would mean having a long-awaited, as well as well-deserved, date night with your husband, but Javier has decided to spend the day renovating the back porch in the heat. You haven’t rolled your eyes at him yet, but the urge has been there several times.

You sit on the porch swing, dangling your feet just above the wooden boards that are soon to be removed and replaced. There’s a glass of cold lemonade in your hand, a bee buzzing somewhere nearby. 

Javier is in the shed at the back of the garden. You can hear him move things around, occasionally letting out a swear word moments after something clatters to the floor with a loud bang. 

You sip your lemonade through its straw. The honey bee has found the bush of lavender, and you let your eyes close to listen to the sounds of late summer, the start of fall. The sun dances on your lids, sweat forms at the small of your back just above your shorts and right below your cropped t-shirt.

After a few minutes where you’ve leaned back into the backrest of the porch swing, and nearly fallen asleep, you hear Javier returning. Automatically, your eyes open at hearing him speak. 

“Hey, enjoying yourself?” He has come over to peck your lips. You allow it, holding up the glass of lemonade afterward to watch his lips close around the straw. He takes a long sip whilst his eyes are fixed on yours.

“Gotta stay hydrated if you want to work in this heat,” you note.

“Just gonna be all pretty sitting there and watching me?” He asks after swallowing, and you have to force yourself to look away from the way his Adam's Apple bobs.

“Mh-hm,” you nod without saying much, knowing you’ll break if you try to get an actual sentence out.

“Alright,” he just replies, and you swear you catch some sort of undertone in his voice. He kisses you again, lingering a second too long for you to be indifferent towards it, and then stretches again. A less collected version of you wants to undo his belt right there, but you let him go instead. Not without regret though.

And then he starts working, dragging planks across the soon-naked porch deck, and you start sweating even more at the sight. Even moreso at the grunts he elicits during his labor.

Javier is beautiful underneath the burning sun, sweat-slicked chest hair peeking out from under his grayish shirt that he has unbuttoned at the top. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows because they cannot go up any further than that, tightening around the beginnings of his biceps and causing your head to swim when you think about those arms around you. 

You allow yourself to ogle him as he is lost in the task. The straw in your lemonade sits in your mouth, your tongue curling around it briefly before you sip to clench your thirst. There’s sweat collecting on Javier’s brow, threatening to drip down, and when it finally does slide down the side of his head, your eyes burn from refraining from blinking as you watch the beads roll down his neck and into the clavicle of it. You press your thighs together.

The gray shirt has darkened in color around his shoulders due to dampness. Whenever Javier turns his back to you, you can see the darker patch has reached his lower back too. Your tongue darts out to lick at nothing around your mouth, and you know that your husband would laugh at you if he saw it.

There’s something dirty about watching the way he brushes slick hair from his forehead. He has knelt down on the deck by now, occasionally on all fours when he reaches for something in front of himself, and when he gets really concentrated, straining his back muscles so much that the shirt starts fighting for its life, he pulls a face that nearly makes you fall off the porch swing. 

You bite your lip, choose your words but none seems to do the job so you settle for something more simple, “Javi.”

“Sí, mi amor?” Javier doesn’t look up. 

You remind yourself that he has talked about redoing the porch since his father agreed to take the kids. You won’t spoil it for him, and you know that a half-finished project with three kids is not an ideal situation for you, so you compose yourself.

“I think I need to get out of the sun for a bit, can I get you some water?” You ask instead of getting on your knees to beg - or more - and then you walk past him. 

“Sure,” he replies as you pass him, and it makes you unable to see the smirk on his face, “Water would be great. Thanks, honey.”

Inside the kitchen, you fill a glass with cold water from the refrigerator. You even get a few ice cubes from the tray in your freezer but instead of dumping them into your husband’s drink, you hold them against your chest with a sigh of relief. Something burns in the pit of your stomach, even more when you return to the porch and hand Javier the glass of water. He hasn’t gotten less enticing; shirt clinging to him, hair sticking to his forehead, a groan as he gets up from the floor.

“Should be done by tomorrow,” he says as he takes the glass from your hand, causing a bolt of electricity to shoot down your spine as your fingers brush. It’s ridiculous since both of you know that he is yours already. 

“Mm-hm,” you watch him gulp down nearly all of his drink. 

And then he does something that you might never recover from; he pours the remaining water over himself in an attempt to cool down. It wets his hair even more, and he runs his thick fingers through it to shake out the excess droplets. 

Time stands still. Your heart hammers in your chest, pulse traveling through your veins until you can feel the throbbing of each heartbeat between your legs. You press your thighs together and let out a whimper of breath. 

“Baby?” You say softly to earn a hm? It feels shameful to meet Javier’s eyes. However when you do, you notice his pupils have dilated in desire, gaze flickering down your body for the shortest time, and you choose to strike. 

You step into Javier’s personal space, hand reaching up to lie on his chest. The soft pads of your fingers rest on his skin where his buttons are undone, and you try to keep a doe-eyed look on your face as you rub his exposed skin gently.

“I was thinking,” you start, trail off.

“Yes?” He drags the word out. You can hear the smirk on his face but it feels too vulnerable to look him in the eye.

“Since we’re alone,” you continue, gaze fixated on the chest hair that is exposed in the heat, “And since there’s air conditioning inside, we could do something together.”

“Do what?” He says like someone who has figured you out. His strong hand comes up to wrap around your wrist, lifting your palm to his mouth. He kisses it. 

Your face burns with embarrassment at the fact that you can barely contain yourself in his presence. That and the fact that it is usually so easy, so why does it feel so difficult to ask for what you want? 

“You know what.”

“I need you to say it, need you to ask for it, mi vida,” he teases and places your hand on the side of his face. He releases a breath at your touch, eyes fluttering closed so you feel brave enough to look up at his face. He leans further into you and looks as ready as you to give in. 

“I need you to touch me,” your voice trembles. Javier just barely shudders at hearing your words, opening his eyes once more to reveal their darkened color. 

“Touch you where?” Javier continues his little game. He mirrors you, touches your face too, “Here?”

“No.”

His hand moves down to brush your neck, “Here then? It must be here.”

“No,” you shake your head, “Please, Javi.”

Javier’s hand slides down your front and settles on the exposed skin of your belly. It causes you to hold your breath. Then it goes down, slips past the elastic band of your shorts and into your damp underwear. You gasp as two of his fingers slide through the wetness between your legs, tips finding your pulsing clit immediately after. Thank God you have hedges around the back garden and thank God that they’re tall enough to keep prying eyes away from the scene that unfolds. 

“What about here? I hope it’s here because I don’t want to stop,” he rubs you off slowly until your legs start to shake underneath you. He works his fingers back and forth, from side to side, one on either side of your clit and something builds and builds and—

You come with a little cry and bury your face in Javier’s chest. Your hand on the side of his face falls down to his shoulder which you grip as you soak your underwear even more, thighs trapping his hand as they clamp together. As your head spins, Javier chuckles out a swear word above you. 

“Never gets old,” he adds and you start giggling. 

After a few seconds of letting you breathe, Javier cups your face and lifts your lips to his own in a kiss that tells you everything you need to know, where you’re heading, which direction. You kiss him back slowly and he licks the inside of your mouth, guides you toward the screen door that leads inside of the house. He has you, you want to say, body and soul. 

“Let me take my beautiful wife to bed,” he begs and you nod repeatedly, mumbling a soft plea. He peppers you with sweet kisses that turn more heated as you get closer to the bedroom door. He toes off his shoes on the way, leaving them forgotten in the hallway along with pieces of clothing that he sheds you and himself of. 

When you’re both naked, sticking together from the sweat that is already shining on your skin, he hoists you up and carries you to the bed effortlessly. You cling to him by wrapping your limbs around his body, and he kneels down on the bed and places you on your back - and then he doesn’t leave but instead melts into you.

“Te deseo mucho, mi amor,” he murmurs and crushes you so heavenly with his weight, connecting his lips to your throat and sucking a purple mark onto your skin. You’ll scold him for it later but right now, you simply whine. His voice vibrates against your neck, “You really thought all I was gonna do was redo the stupid porch? Not do you?”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you bite back with no real hostility, first snorting at his choice of words and then letting out a sigh as he continues tasting your salty skin, “I was ready to go insane, so please fuck me.”

“Dramatic as ever,” he teases and then holds himself up with one arm so he can reach down between your bodies. You bend your legs and let your knees fall out to the sides, breath hitching until it becomes a whimper when the head of Javier’s cock slides through your folds. 

“Please,” you say, and have never been so willing. His cockhead catches on your clit, and your moan comes out a lot louder than intended. You are just about to cover your mouth with your hand when you realize you don’t have to; you can cry and whine and scream all you want to. It makes you yearn for him in a newfound sense and makes you want to scream already. 

“Paciencia, mi amor,” he tuts but still reads your mind. He enters you a moment later, pushing inside easily from the slick that’s already smearing your inner thighs. He groans as you take him, eyes intensely focused on yours whilst stretching your pussy open in a delicious sting. Your hands find his broad shoulders instead of their usual place clamped down on your mouth. You let yourself be noisy as you adjust.

“That’s it,” he slurs, “Be noisy all you want. Good girl.”

When he pulls out and eases back in, the two of you moan in unison. He does it again but follows it up with a breathless laugh when your noises already climb in pitch. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says soothingly as if you’ve hurt yourself.

But then he shows no mercy and speeds up. His rhythm becomes something else entirely; hard and fast, sending the eyes in your head rolling backward into your skull with a f-fuck dripping from your lips.

Everything is so different. Usually, you breathe so deeply into each other’s bodies, connecting your lips whenever the other is about to give away what the two of you are doing to the rest of the house. Your noses will bump against each other as you are impossibly close to one another, an occasional h-ah escaping your mouth or a low grunt from Javier’s, and if not even a kiss can cover up the noises, Javier’s strong hand or your own will cover your mouth as you cry through the most intense orgasms a man has ever given you.

But now. Oh God. Javier is making you sing until the house is shaking, every noise bouncing off the walls to ricochet right back to your ears. You can hear yourself sound obscene as he makes you come a second time, wanton moans falling from your slack mouth. You tremble, thighs jiggling along his sides as he drives his cock into you to prolong your pleasure. 

“There you are, Christ, you are perfect,” he praises, continues to pound your oversensitive cunt, “Let it all out, baby.”

“More,” you beg, “Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grunts. 

You reach down between your legs as best as you can, already thinking of a third orgasm now that your clit is untouched. If not only to shout yourself hoarse.

Javier traps you between his arms, propping himself up on his forearms and sliding his fingers into your hair. He tugs slightly as he rolls his hips, pain erupting from your sensitive follicles and adding to your third high that is building. 

You circle your clit fast, barely able to contain yourself as your cunt goes off into delicious spasm. You think you might actually start crying with how intense it feels, Javier’s cock twitching inside of you whilst he moans too. He buries his face in your shoulder.

“Don’t pull out,” you gasp up at the ceiling, nails creating little crescent marks on the muscles of his broad shoulder, “Javi, oh fuck, come in me. Don’t pull out. Pleasepleaseplease.”

The comment makes Javier pull back a little, raising himself on his elbow to look down at you. His fingers are still in your hair, an occasional moan tumbles out of his mouth as he continues reaching deep inside of you, and his eyes bore into yours. He furrows his brow from being so close, barely able to speak from how ragged his breathing is.

“What—?” He grunts. Any moment now.

“Not ovulating,” you moan back at him, tightening your legs around his waist to punctuate your want, your need. You try meeting his every thrust to encourage his own high, “Please, baby. Need you to come in me.”

“Mierda, estas una chica sucia,” his hips stutter, “You love getting filled to the brim, don’t you?” 

You nod frantically. 

“Just want me to keep knocking your sweet cunt up, huh?” He moans. 

“Yes. Whole fucking football team.”

“C’mere,” he catches your mouth in a heated kiss, nodding slightly, but it turns messy as soon as he gets to orgasm. He whimpers into your mouth when he is just on the brink, and then he gasps as the first rope of come starts to fill you. You let out a big sigh against his mouth for show, taking everything he has to give you whilst he shudders in your arms. 

It takes a moment to calm down. Your arms rest beside your head and your eyes close, trying to calm your heavy breathing. Above you, Javier hisses when he pulls out of you and you can immediately feel his come dripping out of you. 

Javier kisses your exposed chest. He slides his hands up your forearms to eventually hold each of your hands, flopping down onto you again. 

“Ice water,” you say after a while of laying together like this. 

“Hm?” He squeezes your hands.

“Go get some ice water, your wife is boiling.”

“Fine,” he groans. 

When he comes back, he has also brought a towel and you spend the rest of the afternoon trailing ice cubes across your warm skin after cleaning yourself up. It’ll be easier to work in the colder evening sun anyway.

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[a-killer-obsession]

Pretty Boy [Killer x Reader]

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

You get more than you bargained for when Killer is dared to let you take photos of him in some special jewellery. Inspired by this post.

CW: sub!killer, afab reader, smut, use of horse crop, light bdsm, praise kink, oral sex (giving and receiving), p in v sex, creampie, face sitting

WC: ~3.5k

Masterlist || A03

“Okay Kil!” Quincy slurred, wobbling in place in a drunken haze, “Your turn! Truth or dare?”

“I never agreed to this game,” he grumbled, taking a long sip of his drink with the straw that threaded through a hole in his mask.

“What, you a fuckin’ coward Kil?” Kid laughed. Killer made a small growl-like sound under his mask and relented, nobody was calling him a coward.

“Fine, dare,” he replied. Quincy squealed in delight.

“You gotta let [y/n] dress you up and take photos!” She clapped, chuffed with herself.

“Quincy!” You snapped back at her, almost choking on your drink in surprise.

“Ah, ah,” she tutted, waggling a very drunk finger, “remember that jewellery you found last raid?”

Fucking Quincy, she was right, Killer would look so fucking good in it, but she was absolutely also doing this because she knew you had hots for the first mate.

“Hang on now, what are we talking?” Killer asked nervously.

“Don't worry baby, I won't make you take the mask off,” you replied, trying to feign confidence but at the same time really fucking anxious about this whole thing, “but you gotta take your shirt off, to show off the jewellery of course”

Killer grumbled as he thought about it. It was clear to anyone with eyes that under his usual selection of probably too small t-shirts that he was sculpted like an Adonis, but he wasn't as confident with his body as the other commanders. The others would happily walk around naked if given the chance, while you could only get a glimpse of his bare chest on the rare occasion he went swimming. For you though, maybe he could let himself go. He'd long since accepted his attraction to you, not that he'd ever admit it to anyone. Fuck, maybe he was a coward. “Only [y/n] sees the photos?” he asked, though it was more of a plea.

“Fineeeee,” Quincy whined, giving you a look that absolutely translated to ‘you fucking owe me’.

“Okay,” Killer relented with a heavy sigh.

“Atta boy,” Kid smacked him on the shoulder, “look at you, so brave”

“Shut the fuck up Kid,” Killer grumbled.

“So uh… what am I wearing?” Killer asked, sitting nervously on the edge of his bed. The two of you were still a little tipsy, but anxiety had certainly sobered both of you a great deal. Both of you thought maybe you could avoid this altogether if you waited long enough for Quincy to forget, but she was having none of that, grabbing the jewellery from the girl's bunkroom herself and shoving you both towards Killer's room, fuck she was strong when she's drunk. You lifted the piece of jewellery from it's box, long interconnecting strings of fake diamonds that formed a sort of harness. He looked at it with a hitched breath, that thing was gonna barely cover anything.

“Shirt off, Massacre Soldier,” you ordered with faux confidence, fiddling with the harness to figure out the best way to get it on him, “I'll have to help you get it on”

“Oh… okay,” he took a deep breath and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it towards his hamper. Fuck, he really was well built, with a thin blond happy trail and smooth, very lickable chest. You shook the distraction from your head and approached him with the harness. The crystals glinted in the light as you walked, Killer taking deep calming breaths to keep himself steady.

The easiest connection was the neck, so you attached that first, Killer having to hold his great mane of hair out of the way as he sat sideways on the bed and you knelt on the mattress behind him. Next was his back, your fingers smoothing over his chest and leaving goosebumps as you searched for the clasp, finding it with a small ‘ah huh!’ and pulling it around to clasp it in the middle of his back. The last clasp was at his hips, and his breath hitched as your hands followed the single line of crystals that ran down his front to where the remainder of the harness sat pooled in his lap. Clasps successfully located, you brought them around to fix them at the small of his back, swathes of crystals falling over his hips.

You stood to admire the finished product, which fit Killer like a glove just as Quincy had predicted. There was a line around his neck, which connected to one long line that ran all the way down to his happy trail. Over his chest the lines cupped under his pecs, connecting at the back and fastened to the neck at the sides of his pecs, with two additional lines that ran from the center to the top outer edges, framing his nipples. At his hips another line ran around him, and from it on either side were multiple draped lines of crystals that sat loosely over his side, though right now they awkwardly caught on his jeans.

“I gotta lower your jeans a little,” you hummed, and Killer's chest started to go red. You smirked, how could someone so attractive be so shy about his body? It was adorable, really, and gave you a boost of confidence knowing how flustered you were making him.

You pulled him to stand, and looked into the icy blue eyes you could see through the holes of his mask as you removed his sash and unzipped his jeans, hooking your fingers into the waistband of the pants and his briefs underneath and lowering them till they sat just above his cock, the deep v of his muscles and the well trimmed blond mass of pubes now exposed, pale against his tanned flesh. His breath was haggard as you stepped back and admired him, satisfied now that the crystals were able to hang against his bare skin. Now how to pose him?

“On your knees, soldier, arms behind your back,” you commanded. Normally he would have replied with a growl, only Kid had the authority to order him around, but he found himself dropping to his knees before his brain could protest the action, the drapes of stones on his hips making a flurried clicking sound as he moved. The sudden obedience surprised but pleased you, you were sure you'd gone too far with that request, but seeing Killer on his knees, his cock millimetres from exposure, his arms positioned as though he was bound, sent electricity straight to your core.

Before he could change his mind you grabbed the photo den-den and started snapping pictures. It was a polaroid style, only one copy could be made of each photo, no digital copies, as per the agreement you'd come to with Killer a little later. Something black under the corner of the bed caught your eye as you snapped photos, and his mask followed you nervously as you bent down beside him and retrieved it.

“Wow Kil, you're a lot kinkier than I took you for,” you smirked, examining the riding crop in your hand. Funny, there were no horses on board. You heard him swallow hard, saw the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he did so, mask fixed on the item in your hand. Caught red handed, curse the rocking of the ship for knocking it out of place, he should have done a better job of checking his room before allowing you in. “Now is this for use on others, or for use on you?” you asked as you whipped the tool, making a whistling sound as it sliced through the air next to him.

“M-me,” he finally answered. The answer surprised and aroused you, you'd never had guessed in a million years that Killer was a submissive, but it was becoming painfully obvious, slick pooling between you legs the more you thought about it.

“May I?” You purred, and he nodded slowly. You pushed the tip of it against his chin, forcing it up and exposing his thick neck. You snapped a few more pictures of him like that before setting the snail aside, far more interested in this new entertainment now as a clear tent formed in his jeans, the very base of his thick cock now visible as the fabric shifted. You bit your bottom lip noticing the thin trip of hardening flesh, running the crop down his front, following the line of crystals. “Such a pretty thing,” you hummed.

His hand grabbed the end of the crop, moving it till the leather loop at the end pressed against his nipple, a small, barely audible, whimper escaping him from under the mask. “You want me to hit you there?” You asked with a raised brow. His mask moved as he nodded and let go of the crop, hand returning to behind his back as he braced himself. Hesitantly you pulled back, before smacking him lightly with the crop.

“Harder,” he pleaded. You pulled back again, hitting him much harder, leaving a fresh red mark over his nipple as you pulled it away. He let out a small pleased groan, his hips bucking a little, exposing more of his length. “More”

You happily obliged, alternating between his two nipples and laying hard smacks against them with the delicate tool, making him groan and buck more. His jeans finally gave way with one last buck, his fully erect and leaking cock now exposed and at attention. You swore under your breath at the sight of it, thick and long and swollen with need, a drop of precum beading at the tip. You ran the crop down his front, pausing above his cock hesitantly, expecting him to stop you, but he remained still, his hands back behind his back obediently, his mask fixed on you. You bit your lip and ran the crop over the top of his length, rubbing the leather loop against the leaking tip, smearing his precum. You pressed it to the base of the underside where his shaft met his balls, running it up the length, his cock twitching against the leather. “So fucking pretty,” you breathed.

��All- all for you,” he mewled, rutting against the crop. You couldn't take it anymore, you were practically dripping with arousal just looking at him, the harness sparkling under the bedroom lights as he tried desperately to get friction against the small leather tip.

You dropped the crop and rushed at him, pushing him to the floor and attacking his neck with your mouth. You made shallow bites, leaving welts along his throat and shoulder, the usually stoic first mate whining and writhing under you as your nails dragged down his front. You pinched his reddened nipples as you moved down, pulling needy sounds from him, biting and licking and kissing your way down his front, running your tongue under the line of jewellery. Finally you reached his weeping cock, repurposing one hand to wrap around his base while your tongue ran up the underside and lapped at the precum, rubbing over the sensitive tip with your wet muscle before taking him in your mouth with a pleased hum. He swore under his breath as you bobbed your head, using your hand to service what you couldn't fit. One of his hands wound into your hair and guided your speed while the other clawed at the rug underneath him, his back arching off the floor as you took more of him, till his tip hit the back of your throat and your gagging vibrated the sensitive flesh.

A thin string of saliva connected your mouth to the head of his cock as you pulled off for air, looking at him with a half lidded, lust-addled gaze. “So pretty,” you purred, running your tongue up the underside of his twitching cock, “so fucking pretty”

“Shit, [y/n],” Killer gasped as you swallowed him again, his hips moving on their own accord and making swallow thrusts into your mouth, “I'm gonna- fuck- I'm gonna cum- hnng”

The hand that wasn't pumping the base of his cock travelled back up his body, playing with the jewellery for a moment before pinching and pulling at his nipple again. He let out a string of curses and whines as his hand pulled tight on your hair, holding you in place as he thrust up into you and released thick ropes of cum down your throat, leaving a trail over your tongue as he pulled out. He collapsed flat against the floor, his limbs limp around him, his hair fanned out over the rug like a cape, the jewellery and sweat on his body shimmering with every heaving breath he took. You licked the dripping remnants of his cum from his cock, eagerly swallowing his load and licking your lips, the lewdness of it making him whine.

You stood and grabbed the snail, and Killer made no attempt to move as you took more photos of him in his euphoric state, his cock already half hard again at the open shamelessness of you taking photos of him after absolutely sucking any remnant of a coherent thought right out of him via his dick.

Not wanting to test the limits of the precarious situation, you gathered your few things and made for the door, but not before Killer could scramble to you, wrapping himself around your thighs, bare under the miniskirt of the dress you wore. You let out a surprised gasp as his hands travelled up your legs, groping at your plush flesh, his mask pressing between them as he looked up at you.

“Please don't go,” he begged, “let me make you feel good, please, I wanna make you feel good. I'll be so good for you, so good”

You put down your things and stepped back towards him, your feet either side of his legs as he knelt on the floor. He reached up to his mask and you held your breath as he removed it, looking up at you with those deep blue eyes, darkened and almost black with lust, and purple tinted lips that immediately went to work kissing and licking your thighs. You pulled your dress up and over your head, leaving you in only your bra and panties, and he hooked his fingers under the panties to slide them down, stepping out of them so he could remove them entirely. His mouth travelled up the inside of your thighs, moving up and up till he was nosing at your folds, his eyes still locked with yours till he closed his to delve between your legs. You moaned as his tongue ran between your folds, letting him support your weight with his hands on your ass so you could crouch a little to give him better access.

He grunted into your folds, unsatisfied with what he could reach, and he started laying back flat, pulling you down with him till you were straddling his face. You were powerless to his motions as he held you tight against him and ate you out like a man starved, his moans vibrating against your cunt and making you shudder. “Killlll~” you whined, one hand fisting his thick hair as he encouraged you to roll against him, grinding your clit against his strong tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, so good, so fucking good”

He gave your clit a harsh suck, snapping your coil, your orgasm rocking through you as he supported your weight and kept you flush to his mouth. He let you go limp against his chest as your high passed, both of you panting heavy, Killer pressing kisses to whatever he could reach of your thighs, his dick back to full mast beside your face. You could smell his arousal, and you turned your head to make kitten licks against his cock.

“I wanna fuck you,” he panted against the soft skin of your inner thigh, groping at the flesh on the outer side, “need to feel you cum on my cock, please”

All you could reply with was a needy whine, doing your best to sit back up so you could shuffle your ass back down his body, the jewellery catching against your skin and tugging as you moved. You rubbed your slick pussy weakly against his erection, your legs jelly from your orgasm. In one swift movement he grabbed your hips and the back of your head, flipping you so you lay underneath him, protecting your head from hitting the floor while also winding his fingers through your hair. His mouth latched on to your throat, marking your skin as his hands travelled down your body, the draping sections of the jewellery over his hips hanging down and brushing over yours. They clinked and jingled as he rutt his cock against you, rubbing it against your clit, before his moving hands reached where your legs were spread for him and he took himself in his palm, lining himself up and plunging into you, sheathing himself to the base with one deeo thrust and needy groan. Your back arched as he knelt between your legs, holding both of your hips in a bruising hold as he started a desperate, brutal pace, making you cry out in pleasure and claw at the rug. Your hand ran up his front, playing with the harness, admiring the way it sparkled as he fucked you, you eyes travelling upwards to his unmasked face. His head was thrown back, blond hair falling around his shoulders like a curtain of gold, brows furrowed in concentration. His purple lipstick was smeared, no doubt coating the skin on your thighs and neck and between your legs, a glistening of your silk still coating his chin.

“So pretty Kil, such a good boy,” you purred, your thumb running over his lower lip. He looked at you with wide, hungry eyes, his tongue poking out and running up your thumb before taking the digit in his mouth and sucking on it, letting out a whine as his thrusts increased in speed and depth and his fingers left deep purple bruises on your hips. His hands only left them to pull down your bra, the last piece of clothing you still had on, taking fists full of your breasts till his hands moved back to your hips, watching your tits bounce with every hard thrust as he fucked you like an animal in heat on his bedroom floor.

White hot pleasure was running through your body as your orgasm ran dangerously close, and you removed your thumb from his mouth to claw at his forearms, long deep moans pulled from you as he felt you start to flutter around him.

“Cum for me, please,” he whined, “‘m so close, so close, cum on my cock please”

“You've been such a good boy Kil,” you panted, “gonna cum for you- gonna- fuck, fuck, I'm cumming”

Your back arched of the floor and you saw sparkles in your vision as you came hard, clamping down around him and forcing him to cum with you, already teetering so close to the edge before your walls started milking every last drop he had. He painted your insides white with his seed, his hips stuttering before they stilled, collapsing to hover over you, focusing the last of his energy into keeping his weight from crushing you till he had no choice but to pull out and roll to lay beside you on the floor.

You rolled to your side to curl up against him, his skin scalding to the touch from the heavy physical activity, sweat rolling down his skin and catching on the gemstones of his harness. You played with the threads of glass stones, running your hands under them against Killer's skin, enjoying the luxurious and rare view.

“Fuck, I've wanted to do that for so long,” he puffed finally.

“Yeah? Me too,” you hummed.

“Then why the jewellery? Why not just come out with it?” He panted, his head turning to meet your eyes with his. You hand travelled up his chest and neck until you could cup his sharp cheek, running your thumb over it, drinking in his unmasked face.

“Pretty things for a pretty boy,” you replied, and you could see just the hint of the corner of his mouth curling upwards. Before he could accidentally show you the smile he was so self conscious about, he rolled over entirely and captured your mouth with his, his tongue hot and dominating against yours as he pulled you to press flush against him.

“Your pretty boy,” he mumbled against your neck as he moved to attack it.

“All mine,” you smiled.

[skzdreamer13]

Day 10 of Kinktober

Exhibitionism with I.N

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Warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected P in V, creampie

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Jeongin isn't super into public skin-ship. Thats why it has you caught super off guard when you're at the beach and he can't keep his hands off of you.

He has his hand resting on your thigh giving it a squeeze now and then as you sit next to each other on a blanket in the sand, conversing with his members.

It's an absent minded movement on his part, a second thought, like he doesn't even really know he's doing it. But it has you craving more of his touch.

The sun is hot against your skin but his hand on your leg is heating your core up just as much. You have already checked out of the conversation in play.

"I think I'm gonna to run to the bathroom." You say slowly getting to your feet, you feel your face flushing from the arousal you're feeling and you need to take a step away before you jump your boyfriend right here in front of all his members.

"I've gotta go too, I'll come with. We'll be right back." He says a beautiful smile gracing his face, dimples showing and all, as he casually puts his arm around your waist and guides you towards the rest rooms.

"If you keep putting your hands on me, I'm not going to be able to control myself." You whisper to him as you both walk towards the restrooms.

"Good, that is the goal." He says, a confident smirk playing on his lips. His hand that has been resting on your back falls lower, resting low on your back right above your ass and you're just dying for him to give it a squeeze.

As you walk up to the bathrooms his cockiness has been doing things to you and you want to knock him down a peg, make him feel even a fraction of what you're feeling.

Before going separately into your assigned bathrooms you pull him in close, hand sliding down and giving his half hard cock a squeeze through his swim shorts.

"You know where to find me." You whisper in his ear as you back away from him and release him. Jeongin's eyes are wide and his lips are parted slightly. Perfect.

You don't give him another glance before walking into the bathroom.

Before you reach a stall you get gently pushed into one, the stall door locking behind you. You turn around and look up to see Jeongin behind you. Eyelids heavy, his jaw clenched.

"I need you." He says not giving you a moment to respond before pulling you in close to his body and pressing his lips to yours in a long sensual kiss.

You let a moan out, vibrating across both of your lips, muffled. When you detach from each other you look at him and you couldn't care less about there being people in this bathroom.

Without words or hesitation you're dropping to your knees and pulling his swim shorts down, his hard cock falling out and almost hitting you in the face.

He leans against the stall door, his head hitting the door with a thud as you take his cock in your mouth. The tip of him hitting the back of your throat, he's too big, so you wrap your fingers around the rest of his dick that isn't in your mouth and start to move.

He looks down into your eyes and his hand moves to yours hair, gathering it into a pony tail, not pulling but guiding you as you move up and down on his cock. His cheeks are flush, his eyelids heavy, eyes glazed over and his mouth is forming a slight 'o' as you continue sucking his dick.

He backs his hips up, pulling himself from your lips and pulls you up to your feet. In one smooth motion he has you faced away from him and bending over, chest pressed against the stall door.

He doesn't bothering taking your swim bottoms off, that would take too much effort, instead he just pulls them aside and with no warning slides his cock inside you.

The feeling sends shivers down your spine. You can't stop yourself from moaning out, theres no resistance as he slides in and out of you, your wetness instantly coating his cock and your thighs. His hand comes from behind to cover your mouth and he whispers in your ear, still moving in and out of you, "shh, theres people here wouldn't, want them to know."

Your eyes are rolling back and your hips are pushing backwards to meet everyone one of his thrusts, the stall door rattles every few seconds punctuating his thrusts.

You can feel his thrust getting sloppy and hear his breathing pick up, getting more uneven, signaling he's close. He knows he won't last much longer and wanting to make sure he satisfies you he takes his hand off your mouth, reaches around you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing circles into it.

The movement alone so sexy, sending you over the edge, it has you clenching around him covering your own mouth from the moans trying to escape you. You legs going weak and he hold you up still fucking into you, squelching sounds from your pussy as he moves relentlessly.

A few more thrust from him and he has his face buried in your neck, stilling, and shuddering from the force of his orgasm claiming him, spilling inside you.

Leaning on each other to catch your breaths, you part and readjust your clothing and fix your hair before kissing each other, giggling a little at your antics, as you both gather your courage to leave the bathroom.

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[venuslcver]

FIRST TIMES ⋆

pairing: virgin!rafe x bestfriend!reader

synopsis: the notorious outer banks slut, rafe cameron, never seemed to have a first time. at least that's what the people of the town thought.

tw: feminine described character, profanity, alcohol consumption, losing of virginity, unprotected p in v, smut, miscommunication trope, semi-public sex, toxic love (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

contrary to what most of the teenagers on the island believed, rafe didn't become the town slut out of nowhere. there had been theories of who he had lost his virginity to. maybe it was alice— his first-ever serious girlfriend from the 9th grade, or maybe it was mrs. sanderson, his 10th-grade student teacher who of which played favorites with him. she always seemed to have a keen eye on him.

sadly, for you, though it was never any of the above. besides a few whispers for here and there, not a single person would have guessed that it was you who had made rafe cameron lose his virginity.

i mean, everyone had to know that he didn't get his "expert" skills from nowhere. at least that was what every girl in outer banks called it. for years, you had to hear the people of outer banks talk about their "experience" or rather "run-in" with rafe. even a close friend or two of yours. it was enough to make a girl want to stab her own eyes out.

see, no one knew, not a single soul except— rafe and you. if it wasn't for you stopping rafe, he would have shared it with the whole of outer banks. just for rumors to spread like a wildfire.

most girls would have died right on the spot if rafe wanted more than sex and flirting with them. but you weren't one of the girls looking at him from a tiny perspective, i mean, you were his best friend after all.

you both were fifteen, drunk as fuck, while laying out on the open part of his boat. rafe had always seen you in a more sexual way than you ever saw him. not to say that you weren't attracted to him. he had always been known to make a few sexual jokes occasionally. and only a select handful of times did you see him ever gawk at you.

yet, on this day you had seen him look you up and down every chance he got. al though it seemed to be a little out of the ordinary, you shook it off, only holding it in the back of your mind.

so, when he intoxicatedly offered to rub sunscreen on you, like always, you didn't find it weird. starting off like normal, he began rubbing it in on your shoulders, then your back, but this time he slowly began moving his large hands towards the globes of your ass. you had been too intoxicated to speak, along with too turned on.

just as you thought that his horny-fueled actions would stop, he spoke, "i heard that for girls to get'a even tan, their tops gotta be off"

"is that even true?" you thought.

not giving it too much of a second thought, enjoying the attention that he was actively giving you, you shook your head in agreeance. taking that as permission, rafe gravitated his hands over your back, causing goose bumps to appear, before slowly pulling your string bikini top unloose, letting it fall to the sides of you, not being satisfied with the lack of view he was getting of your boobs, rafe pulled at your side, not before spoking yet again, "let me get'your front"

when you flipped around, you could tell by rafe's look on his face that he had only seen boobs in porn, never in real life. not wasting a moment with the opportunity, he yanked at your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss.

covering your boobs as you stood up, rafe guided you into the private bedroom of his new yacht. slowly pulling down your bathing suit bottoms, rafe began laying sloppy kisses down your neck, onto your chest.

wrapping your fingers around his dirty blonde locks, rafe let out a low moan. untying his swimming trunks, you pushed his waistband down, allowing his dick to come out.

pushing you hair out of your face, he spoke with sincerity, "are you sure?"

letting out a verbal "yes", rafe began positioning himself, gently forcing himself in. he began to calm you, "it's ok, baby, i'll be gentle"

slowly fastening his pace, rafe knew that he would come soon, although you seemed to be enjoying it, you weren't as distraught in pleasure as he was. it was a lie if it wasn't said that he was slightly nervous.

"does this feel good?", he asked as he slowly began to rub circles.

"a-a little lower", you said while guiding his hand. his movement seemed to make you fall apart with increasing speed. seeing you fall apart in front of him, caused rafe to become more confident with his actions.

see, rafe thought after what had happened, that you would want something more. but it seemed that you just wanted to keep your friend. taking your rejection to heart, rafe began to become increasingly reckless, starting to do coke. i mean you were the only girl that he was interested in after all. you were his first.

he didn't seem to understand that you never wanted to lose the friendship you guys had after what happened. quickly coming to terms with the fact you could still be his friend while being his girlfriend, you wanted to ask him for a second chance.

but sadly by the time that you had come to the realization, he had already become an unrecognizable person, one that you didn't even want to look at. though that never stopped him from eye fucking you from across the room at a party, all while being completely and utterly coked out

his change in personality never stopped you from reminiscing on how gentle he was, even when he had never done it before. though you never knew he often thinks of that day. hell, out of all people, he would stop doing dangerous shit if you asked.

[toxicanonymity]

It’s scorching in California again and I’m shopping right now but I’m having thots of shopping with thighs out Joel and readers bf and they get separated so Joel takes the opportunity to take reader to buy a skimpy bikini for their next trip 😭

👙 fitting room w/ bf's dad

1300 words, Joel x f!reader

YES. "Get separated." Ty for the thot anon. Bouncing chain for @gracieispunk . 🥵

WARNINGS: I8+ unsafe P in V, creampie, public, daddy, too small bikini, spanking. thighs out!Joel but can read alone

Joel is wearing mid thigh swim trunks and a Hawaiian shirt. The boutique is closing in less than an hour, but he says you’ll be in and out. On the way in, he hangs his sunglasses into his collar, nearly snagging his gold chain. He picks out a sexy bikini and holds it up. You tell him it's gonna be too small and your ass is gonna hang all the way out. He says "woo, that's the ticket" as he hands it to you. You hesitate. He takes a deep breath and nods to the back of the store. "Humor me."

Your face and loins heat up as he walks you to the dressing room with a hand resting lightly on your ass. When you arrive at a fitting room, he gives your butt a squeeze then a pat. He waits outside. You put the suit on and it's even worse than you thought. You can't open the door. You're hanging out everywhere. You send a pic instead. Outside the door you hear him take a deep breath then mutter "god damn." Then he texts you back, "open the door?"

You barely crack it open. "I can't let anyone–"

His hand grabs the edge of the door and he softly reassures you, "Just me, baby. That okay?" You nod and let him in. He swiftly steps in, closes the door and leans back against it.

His eyebrows shoot up as he checks you out. "Hot damn," he whispers. He steps off the door and looks in the three way mirror to see the different views. He sets his shades aside without taking his eyes off you. You eye the bulge in his shorts in the mirror as he gets behind you and puts his hands on your hips. He presses himself up against you, the shape in his shorts hardening as he cups your breast and snakes his other hand down your stomach. His lips part as his hand begins to dip into the suit. "Tell me to leave."

"Jack could–," you say as your head falls back and you lean into his touch. You're both looking into the mirror.

He palms your breast, holds onto your hip, presses his hard-on into you and whispers, "gotta say leave, baby. or I ain't." He inhales your hair. "let me worry 'bout him."

You subtly smile at him in the mirror and he slowly slides his hand lower until his middle finger is wedged between the hygienic liner and you. He dips his finger and sharply inhales at how wet you are. He unties one side of the bottom and lets it hang down, watching in the mirror as his big, veiny hand cups your sex entirely. He rubs you with two flattened fingers then his phone rings and he scowls. He keeps stroking you as he answers it with his other hand.

He doesn't even hold the phone up to his ear before he says, "we're in Bass Pro Shop," hangs up, and puts it back in his pocket. You're certainly not in Bass Pro Shop.

"Daddy's busy, " Joel explains to the mirror with a raise of his eyebrows. He pulls one cup of your too-small swimsuit down and gropes at your naked breast while his other hand slowly strokes your clit. He takes his hand out from between your legs.

He unties the halter, then without letting go he reties it tighter so your tits are really spilling out. The sound from the back of his throat sends a pang through your core. You reach behind you and grab his ass with both hands so you can feel his hardness more. He's fully erect and you're dripping wet.

He reaches around to finger you again. He unties the other side of the bottoms and lets them drop to the floor. You’re even wetter now and he can feel it. He mutters "alright, let's go baby."

He backs up his hips and jostles with his swimsuit and can’t resist spanking you while your ass is on display. You whisper, “Joel!”

He pulls his shorts down low enough, and you catch a glimpse of his cock in the mirror as you tilt your hips. "Yeah," he whispers. He crosses a forearm in front of your chest between your breasts, and his massive hand braces on top of your shoulder facing him. He bites his lip as he notches himself then plunges into you with a sigh, parting your core with his girth. He whispers, "God DAMN, this pussy."

You watch in one of the side mirrors as he backs his cock out and slams in harder with a quiet grunt. He slides his hand down from your shoulder to engulf your breast. He thrusts again. "Ohhh, fuck yeah." You gasp softly as the force bumps you forward and you brace your hand on the middle mirror.

Your skin burns as you hear the indistinct murmur of other customers leaving the shop and the staff talk about closing early.

"We'll make it quick," he reassures you.

Footsteps approach and he pauses all the way inside you. You wait silently and his cock twitches. You look at the different views in the mirror--you can see his thighs flexed and ready to go. His big hands rest on the sides of your ass. You look at each other in the main mirror as someone grabs a rack or hangers and the footsteps recede.

Joel grabs the back of your neck to hold you steady. You’re bent forward so you can see both of you in the mirror as he begins to rail you. You’re both leaning forward and his gold chain swngs off his chest to the rhythm of him pummeling you. Your tits jiggle out all over the place, your nipples quickly escaping the top. He grabs a breast and says, “Damn, baby.”

You meet his voracious gaze in the mirror. “Fits just right," he says.

Yeah it does, you think as you're stuffed full of his cock. You couldn't take another inch. He sighs "fuuuck" as he watches himself rail you, and pleasure shoots through your abdomen and you feel weak in the knees.

You sigh, “Hold me daddy.'

“I got ya.” His grip tightens on the back of your neck where it meets your shoulders and his thrusts intensify. His chain and your tits bounce harder. His cock fills you up so good. “Fuckin’ hot as shit.” You moan softly and he grunts as he pounds you, both of you quickly approaching climax. “Fuck,” he breathes, and your pleasure explodes, choking his cock with your convulsions.

You catch your face in the mirror, mouth hanging wide open, trying not to moan too loud. Joel gasps and shudders, eyes on your tits, then slams to the hilt and begins to release. He takes a deep breath and sighs vocally as his cock slowly throbs in powerful bursts, filling you with his load.

“Is anyone still back there?” someone calls.

You're silent for a second. “We should say something,” you whisper. His cock is still twitching inside you. He groans quietly and his face is like really, do we have to.

But it sounds like they're closing so he pulls out, gives your ass a pat, and quickly pulls his shorts back up.

He unties your top and picks the swimsuit bottoms up off the floor. He tells you to take your time getting dressed. He takes out his wallet as he leaves the dressing room and says "yeah, sorry!" as he goes to check out.

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Idk if you’ve done pregnant grumpy!reader x sunshine!steve yet buuuut Steve trying to make reader feel better bc she’s getting supper irritated at him super quickly

You were everything you hated being.

Too hot, too tired, too hungry, too bloated. Your body was changing and becoming more uncomfortable, five months pregnant and growing by the day. It didn’t help that it was summer in Indiana, a heatwave that you knew would eventually come, but you still weren’t prepared for the heat - especially now your swimming suit didn’t fit.

“Honey?” Steve’s tone was soft and cajoling, his expression wary as he approached with a bowl of watermelon cubes as an offering.

You’d been snappy all day, unfairly so considering the boy hadn’t done anything to deserve it, apart from helping to put you in your current state. You’d had a lot of fun trying and you’d cried tears of absolute joy in Steve’s lap at the sight of those two pink lines, but your feet were swollen and your tummy poked out the top of your shorts.

You ignored the fruit, slouching further into the couch instead, your expression morose. “I look like Winnie the Pooh,” you cried woefully. You prodded gently at your round tummy, your belly button that stuck out more than ever. “Look at it.”

Steve tried to hide his grin, a cough covering his laugh and a fist over his mouth. You glared at him on warning as he dropped to the floor beside the sofa, placing the bowl in your lap and a warm hand on your thigh.

“I am,” he told you, palm travelling up and over to cup the top of your bump, his eyes turning soft as he gazed at it. He leaned in to nudge his nose against your tummy. “I look at it every day, y’know.”

Normally such sweetness would be rewarded with a kiss or some kind of other affection, but your skin was sticky with sweat and after specifically asking for watermelon, baby had decided she really didn’t want it anymore. Your eyes watered and you sniffed, bottom lip trembling.

“Uh-oh,” Steve said easily, not as panicked by your tears as he used to be. The hormones had turned you into a human fountain, for any and all emotion. “What’s the damage? A kick to the ribs? Sore feet? A burst pipe?” Steve cradled your belly with two big hands and he peered at it accusingly. “What’re you doing to your mom, you gremlin?”

You laughed unexpectedly, a watery hiccuping that made Steve beam at you. You dashed away the tears at your lash line and snugged again, simultaneously feeling better and stupid. “She’s not a gremlin,” you protested, “she’s just making me turn crazy.” You brought a hand to your boyfriends cheek, day old stubble scratching at your palm and you rubbed a thumb over his jaw adoringly.

“You’re not crazy,” Steve insisted softly. “You’re pregnant, honey.”

You smiled, still a little watery. “Isn’t it the same thing?”

Steve huffed out a laugh and turned his head to kiss your hand. “Maybe,” he conceded. Another kiss, this time on the inside of your wrist. “You okay?”

You nodded, suddenly exhausted. You let your shoulders droop, your head falling back into the couch cushions as the heat of the afternoon settled into a sticky warmth over your skin. “Tired,” you said and Steve knew that, could hear you getting up and down through then night to pee, then in the kitchen for more water, a vicious cycle. “But m’too warm, just uncomfortable.”

Steve pouted sympathetically, hands travelling down your sides, over your hips, squeezing affectionately. His touch made your lashes flutter.

“I’m sorry,” you added, your voice small and soft. You looked like you were about to cry again. “Didn’t mean to be a bitch.”

Steve tutted away your apology, leaning carefully over your belly to kiss your lips, one peck that turned onto two, three, until he was pressing his mouth to your cheeks, your nose, your chin. “Don’t gotta apologise, baby, I know it’s hard.” He hummed against you, one lazy, slow last kiss that felt like the summer heatwave. “How ‘bout a cool shower, then a movie? I’ll let you use me as a pillow.”

You closed your eyes in bliss at the suggestion, nodding gratefully. When you opened them again, Steve was holding a piece of watermelon for you, brows raised.

You made a face, feeling awfully guilty even as your stomach turned over in protest. “Baby decided we don’t want watermelon anymore.”

Steve gasped, overly dramatic. “God, she really is a gremlin—”

“Steven.”

“What?” The boy grinned before he popped a cube of fruit into his mouth. “You’re lucky I like watermelon,” he tried to sound mean about it, but he failed miserably when he leaned back over to smack a kiss to your cheek. “And you… and you,” he conceded, one final kiss to the top of your bump.

[bunnysbrainrot]

If You Change Your Mind - Ch. 3

Relationship: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Content: explicit sexual content, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (no glove, no love. be safe!)

Summary: After resolving some of the tension between you and Dean, you’ve made your way to his room. Finally, with the moment you both had waited for, he can take his time with you.

A/N: hi everyone! thank you for all the support on chapters one and two. i hope this serves as a good final chapter for this little series. my brain is soup, so i didn’t proofread, but i can later.

In your gut, you had a feeling this would happen eventually. Well, maybe not precisely like this. You and Dean held pent up tension with one another for months now. For the both of you, it had been excruciating. Your brain had been swimming in thoughts over the intimacy with the eldest Winchester brother; would, and should, things go back to normal after this?

But now, you couldn’t collect yourself to think about it. Not with the way Dean was touching you, his rough hands gliding gently over your thighs and ass. Your lips had been locked with his neck for minutes now while he toyed with you equally so. His skin tasted of salt and his woodsy musk. It drove you mad. Dean’s occasional breathy moans told you you were doing this correctly, the perfect way to egg him on.

Dean’s voice mumbled against your ear, “What are you doing to me, baby?”

You couldn’t hide the smile against the soft flesh under his jaw. A trail of kisses later meandered to his earlobe. You caught it between your teeth, suckling and tugging until Dean’s breaths quickened.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you said softly, tangling your fingers loosely in his hair. While on one hand, you wanted to take things slow; you wanted to draw this out, to remember it for as long as possible. To feel every inch of your skin littered with his kisses, to be lapped up achingly slow between your legs.

On the other hand, the tense feeling in your sex begged for more. For things to go faster, to finally have Dean in the way he always desired.

Dean wouldn’t waste this opportunity, whether this was the only time or simply the first. With the urgency of your kisses, he knew you had grown impatient all this time.

A stray hand had snaked from Dean’s hair straight to his waist, but it was soon tugged away. You whined in protest against his skin. If he wanted this, too, why was he stopping you?

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, sweetheart,” Deans’s voice vibrated against your ear. You sat up fully, using his hard length to move your hips in slow thrusts.

Through a groan, Dean explained, “We both want this, I get that. But, I need to take time with you.”

Between panting breaths you questioned him, “Dean, we’ve been… waiting for this… for so long. I don’t wanna go slow.”

Truly getting a sense of your impatience had Dean debating on how to continue. A devilish smirk tugged at his lips.

“We’ll have more time. Trust me, with the way you’re kissin’ me, ain’t no way we’re doing this just once,” Dean’s fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt. God, you had never looked tempting. Your flushed face, pebbled nipples poking through your shirt, your bare legs wrapped around his hips and grinding on his cock. Absolutely breathtaking.

You began to reach for your shirt, peeling it off of you to reveal yourself to him. Dean spoke in a gentle whisper, tugging your hands back down.

“Slow it down, babydoll. We gotta teach you some patience.”

It was one of the most excruciating virtues, patience. Every fiber of your body wanted him now, there seemed to be no point in waiting.

“Trust me,” Dean assured you, sliding a hand up your bare thigh. You arched your back, slowly falling apart as his hands worked their magic. “Just lemme take my time, I’ll give you everything.”

Acquiescing, you slowly tugged your shirt over your head and dropped it at the foot of the bed. Dean’s eyes glued to your body, taking in your naked form. If he had any less self control he would’ve taken you then and there, flipping you over and devouring every inch of you like it was his last meal. He steadied his breathing and let his hands move up your torso toward your bare chest.

“This is what I had been missing out on this whole time. Damn, I’m a dumbass.”

You laughed, “Well, at least you can make it up to me, right?”

“Oh, I fully intend to, don’t you worry,” he replied enthusiastically. Dean delivered a slap to your ass, giggling when you yelped in response. You gave him a glare before rolling your hips on his, reminding Dean that just how equally you could rile him up.

“C’mere,” muttered Dean, tugging your face down to his. With your bodies flush together he ground into you, his cock providing you the gut-clenching friction you craved. You moaned into his mouth, drowned out by way your lips tangled together.

Dean trailed a finger down your back, past your ass, and inward toward your aching cunt. Your hips bucked into his touch, earning you another soft laugh from him. At this point, your desperation for him wasn’t shameful, it was his call to action. Painfully slow with his movements Dean dipped a finger between your slick folds, growling lowly into your busy mouth.

He pulled away enough to taunt you, “Oh, honey, you’re soaked. Just from me touchin’ you, huh?”

You whimpered in agreement as his fingers explored further. Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire. Every sensible thought had left you, only driven by the primal need in your throbbing sex. Dean dipped a finger into your entrance, easily slipping into your warm walls.

Desperately grinding against him, Dean formed another idea. He wove his free arm behind your back and pressed you tightly against his solid chest. Another whine escaped you as you wriggled against the pressure. Regardless, Dean was intent on your pleasure, curling his digit to strike your g-spot. Adding a second finger stretched you out further - Dean needed to make sure you were ready to take him fully.

The new sensation pulled a filthy moan from your throat. His mouth curled into a raunchy smile against your own, before slipping his tongue past your lips and explore you further. Each passing second made it harder for you to contain yourself; it was torture in the best way imaginable.

After a few moments, Dean picked up his pace to a steady rhythm. You mewled sweet noises into his mouth, against his chest and neck while his fingers took you over. A familiar coil tightened as you neared your first climax, your hips frantically moving against Dean’s fingers to release it.

“Come on, baby girl, that’s it. Show me whatcha got.”

His voice sent you entirely over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like lightning. The strokes against your walls never stopped; the overstimulation left you helpless, biting into Dean’s shoulder to ride it out.

“Attagirl, good job,” cooed Dean. The praise drove your senses absolutely wild.

God, if this was just from his fingers, you couldn’t last long.

To your dismay, Dean removed his fingers, now soaked fully in your juices. He loosened his grip on your torso and placed the fingers he had used to make those sweet sounds to your lips. You took them in happily, swirling your tongue to taste the way he made you feel. He groaned, eyes half lidded in pure desire. The way that your mouth wrapped around him was mystifying.

“If you gimme the same treatment somewhere else, you might just break me, honey.”

You removed your mouth with a small pop, “If that’s gonna break you, then I don’t think you could handle me.”

He gave you a full smile, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove ya wrong, then.”

Dean set his thumb to your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth. Your lips parted to let him set his thumb on your tongue - it was smooth, intuitive feeling to give this finger the same treatment. Making Dean’s face change into something more desperate fueled you like a fire.

“You got such a pretty mouth, sweetheart,” said Dean, “wonder what else it could do.”

Smiling, ecstatic for a change of pace, you left Dean’s thumb and shifted downward off of his legs. A shake of the head from Dean told you that this isn’t where he imagined you taking him into your mouth.

He stood, walking to the foot of the bed, with just enough room for you ahead of him. With him standing it was evident what the foreplay had done to him. His pants strained and warped around his erection, with Dean slowly pumping its length at the sight of you now crawling over to him. You kneeled at the perfect height; you were at the perfect spot for Dean to relish in the way your mouth looked wrapped around his cock.

You gripped onto his pajama shorts and awaited Dean’s instruction. If that was going the be the dynamic, there would be absolutely no issues for you. All you had imagined with Dean was letting go of the stress, for him to take control, and to let yourself lose your mind while he did so. He could have every morsel of your being and you would never refuse. By all means to you, you were utterly his.

Dean’s fingers raked through your hair, greeting you with a suave smile, “Never could’ve imagined how pretty you look like this.”

The praise was foreign, filling you with a sense of pride that issued you the perfect amount of confidence to reach for the drawstring on his pants. Gazing straight into his eyes you tugged his pants down, springing him free.

Just as you had thought, he was big. The sheer sight of him made your sex ache - ample length, sure, but the girth of Dean’s cock sent a hover through you. Eager, you licked a wide stripe up his length, drawing out a deep groan from him. Your lips wrapped around his thick head, tongue meeting the underside and delivering some special attention.

Fuck, at this rate, Dean was falling apart, self control diminishing with every bob of your head and intent eye contact. The hand he tangled into your hair tightened its grip, urging you to keep going. You hollowed your cheeks to give more suction, followed by another string of muttered sweet nothings from Dean.

“Fuuuck, that’s good.”

“Attagirl, just like that.”

“Good girl, taking me in like that.”

Everything he said worsened the situation between your legs; one hand held the rest of his length your mouth neglected, the other reaching down to your throbbing cunt. Panting now, Dean lifted his shirt and discarded it in some unknown place. You paid no mind, it seemed impossible to keep track considering the position you were in.

Your fingers drew small circles over your swollen clit, making you moan around Dean’s cock. He let out a breathy moan in reply.

“Playing with yourself? Dirty girl.”

You couldn’t decide which you liked better from Dean: his sweet praises or teasing degradation. Either way, your stomach tensed at his words. His grip on your hair tightened enough to bring a sharp moan around his length. Dean’s hips bucked forward, the head of his cock prodding the back of your throat.

Determined on his pleasure you pushed yourself onto him further, his size making you gag and your jaw ache with soreness. None of that discomfort mattered when Dean’s face twisted into that breathtaking expression. Eyes snapped shut, mouth agape and panting, head tilted back in ecstasy.

You worked your mouth on Dean for minutes on end, taking the occasional break to regain your breath. Every time, he coaxed you gently to take your time, that you could take it easy. You took his advice, readying yourself more fully each time you resumed.

Although you couldn’t get enough, it was Dean who needed you more desperately now than ever. He tugged you slowly off of him with a pop of your mouth, wiping the spit that coated your chin. You gave him a proud smile. Dean leaned over, crashing his lips into yours with fervor. His hands meandered to the back of your thighs, lifting you from your kneeling to wrapping your legs around his waist.

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Sprawled open in the middle of the bed, your clenched legs invited Dean closer. Without his help this was the easiest way to give yourself the friction on your needy clit. Dean’s lips peppered kisses up the length of your thighs, leading himself to where you needed him most.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, tugging your heat ever closer to his mouth.

“Dean..” you breathed, “Please… I need you.”

“I know, sweetheart. Just be patient for me,” he smiled at your urgency, licking a wide stripe through your soaked folds. You whined at his touch, his lips suckling around the sensitive nub with a quick tongue lapping up everything spilling from your pussy. Dean groaned in response to each moan, every one higher and higher pitched than the last as he worked you closer to another climax. You shuddered, your cunt fluttering around nothing, to your disdain. You needed him - something, anything, to fill you.

The way Dean inserted a finger into you left you convinced he was telepathic. Each of your wishes, he fulfilled as if reading you like a book. A whine left you while Dean curled his finger upward like he had done masterfully before, pushing you to the brink. Your orgasm reverberated through you, that shattering feeling making your walls clench onto Dean’s finger.

“That’s it,” he muttered, breaking away from your drenched pussy, “There we go, honey, come for me.”

You gazed down at him breathlessly, his eyes never leaving yours. Still in the shockwaves of your orgasm you rolled your hips into his finger as it slowly pumped in and out of you. The wet sounds coming from your entrance were lewd, borderline filthy. Dean’s cock throbbed with each wanton moan you sang into the room.

He needed you, and it killed him to wait any longer. Dean left your pussy empty and made his way up your body, wiping his chin of your slick juices.

He gave you a smug smile, “You feelin’ okay, sweetheart?”

Too breathless to reply you gave him a quick nod. Dean lowered himself to your lips, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance. You desperately bucked your hips, teasing his through across your slit to your swollen clit, shockwaves roiling through you.

Your tone matched the desperation of your aching cunt, “Please, Dean. I cant wait anymore…”

He simply smiled, eyeing you carefully as he pushed his hips forward. Inch by inch, he filled you slowly. You both let out a long winded moan as Dean stretched you out, stuffing you with his length to the hilt. You had never felt more full than you did with Dean now. Fuck, this is what you had been missing out on?

“God damn, you’re fuckin’ tight, you know that?” Dean panted, “Perfect little pussy, taking me all the way like this.”

His praise had you clenching around his cock, drawing another groan from the both of you. Dean’s hips moved in a languid pattern of slow thrusts, followed by deeper strokes that struck your cervix in a mind-boggling wave of pleasure. With each moan he picked up the pace, desperate to hear each sound that came from your slacked mouth. His lips met yours, taking in each moan while you took every thrust, each one harder than the last until the only sound in the room was the wet slap of your hips colliding.

He broke away from your mouth, your mewls echoing around the room.

“I know, sweetheart. Feels good, huh? Stuffed nice and full with cock.”

You whined in response, your walls fluttering around him as another climax took over your vision, tunneled in pleasure.

“Perfect little fuck toy, taking me so well.”

Like a thunderstorm, your orgasms were relentless, completely wracking your body. You nails dug into Dean’s shoulders, pulling a growl from his throat.

“Dirty girl, gettin’ off from that,” he uttered, “desperate little slut.”

That was all it took to push you to the brink, wrapping tightly around his cock as you came once again. Dean’s hips sputtered more with each thrust, fully falling apart while your walls fluttered through each orgasm.

“Shit, baby, if you’re not careful-”

You couldn’t help it - the way you tensed around him, every muscle working to pull him further into you, to feel each thrust slam into your cervix. The way he stretched you made you sore, but the way the head of his cock struck your g-spot left your head spinning.

His thrusts became sloppier, verging on animalistic. Each stroke sent the two of you closer and closer to that final release.

With a sharp moan, you clenched around Dean’s length while you came again, harder than ever before. The way he was crumbling above you sent a thrill of pride to your gut. Unraveling Dean Winchester to the breaking point was no easy feat, but your warm walls were threatening to milk him dry.

“Shit,” Dean said urgently, quickly pulling out of you with a hiss through his teeth. He gave himself a few quick strokes and finally fell apart, thick ropes of his seed spurting across your stomach. He rode out his high, breath trembling as he gained his composure. Your chest heaved as you slowed your breathing, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin.

Dean settled himself and stood, headed to an adjoining bathroom. A moment later he returned, a warm washcloth in hand. He did you the favor of cleaning you up, doing so gently and expertly so. Now completely clean, the two of you laid side by side, catching your breath.

You broke the silence, “You’re right, you were a dumbass for waiting this long.” Dean laughed out his reply.

“Trust me, I’m already kicking myself in the ass for it. Won’t wait it out anymore, though.”

His fingers tangled into yours, squeezing reassuringly. You turned to him and gifted him a signature grin. Dean didn’t know what it was about your smile that made his insides turn to jelly, but he promised himself a while ago that he would do anything in his power to keep you smiling. To see you happy.

And now he had the chance to do that every day; the thought made him match your grin with one of his own, lopsided and giddy with pure joy.

You tugged the blankets over the two of you, scooting yourself flush with Dean’s chest.

“Can I stay here tonight?” You asked softly.

Dean planted a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Hi everyone! Thanks so much for reading. I worry that my wording may have become redundant and repetitive, so I apologize if this didn’t read very well. I’m still working out some kinks from when my brain short circuits and I can’t switch things up. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! My requests are open - feel free to give series ideas, oneshot concepts, or simply to ask a question!

much love,

- Bunny

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I HAVE A IDEA SCOTT PILGRIM SUBNAUTICA CROSSOVER

Can I request Matthew panel accidentally finding something or managing somehow randomly to summon like Y/n who’s a Sea emperor or a Ghost leviathan headcanons? ((Ofc they’re like his demon lady friends like corporal)) this huge unknown sea creature floats before him,kinda swimming in the air majestically and they stare down at him..but turn out to be a gentle yet firm giant and become his friend,they let him brag and stuff but will step in when needed lol

Anon you just put my two current fixations into one and ily forever for that /p

Also I feel like a Ghost would suit him better

.........

Honest to god, Matthew had no idea how he managed to summon you.

He was just reading up on demonology and how to do stronger summoning spells...

And suddenly you were floating right in front of him: a giant blue bioluminescent sea monster--a species of leviathan class known for their aggressive disposition.

You're the only hybrid of your kind, but it makes no difference. You still have quite the territorial temperament.

But since this human somehow called upon you from Planet 4546B when you've done nothing but swim in the endless void for thousands of years...you kinda like this change of scenery.

So you forego any hostilities, instead following him wherever he may go.

It felt strange being out of the water, but you got used to it quickly.

Despite your colossal size you can easily phase through surfaces and make yourself disappear if need be.

You exist more as an intimidator than a monster who eats divers.

The demon hipster chicks aren't all that crazy about you (not just bc your element is water and theirs is fire, but also bc you were getting more attention from their master now), although they'll work alongside you if you gotta protect him.

Anytime Matthew rolls up to a LO7EE meeting, he likes showing you off and saying "this is [y/n] and they're gonna totally crush Ramona's crush".

Meanwhile everyone else is fucking horrified bc where the hell did the "first boss" get such a powerful beast as a weapon????

If Gideon ever says anything to insinuate experimenting on you or keeping you for himself, Matthew's ready to throw hands IMMEDIATELY.

He doesn't get very far though as you often intervene, assuring them all that you're nobody's trophy or weapon.

But you ARE his voice of reason, however.

The demon chicks certainly aren't.

[howlingday]

Sun: Jaune, as a fellow bro, I will help you get laid. I swear on my life!

-One Week of Hijinks & Shenanigans later-

Sun: Never in my life have I ever thought that i'd meet someone with less game than Neptune.

Neptune, in the distance: FUCK YOU!

Jaune: I'm sorry...

Sun: See! This is what I'm talking about! You're so timid that not even the doms want a piece of you! Hands down, no woman is going to want ANYTHING to do with you.

Jaune: What if I don't want anything to do with girls?

Sun: ...

Neptune: ...Sun?

Sun: Sorry, I'm pretending I didn't hear that. (Takes a deep breath) Okay. Here's what you're gonna do. You're going to give me your scroll.

Jaune: (Hands over scroll) Okay?

Sun: Good. Now, I'm going to leave, and I'll be back sometime tomorrow morning.

Jaune: What?! But I can't get back to Beacon without my scroll!

Sun: Exactly. It's time you learned the way we learn to swim in Vacuo.

Jaune: How?

Sun: We're tossing you in the deep end. Later.

Jaune: Wait- (Shoved, Falls into crowd)

Sun: Let's go, Neptune.

Neptune: I... Er... (Sighs) Sorry, man.

Jaune: ...Guys?

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Sun: Will you stop pacing? You're making me dizzy.

Neptune: Dude! Do you feel even the SLIGHTEST bit bad about what we did?!

Sun: Nah, not really. I mean, you're the one who's been walking back and forth since we got on the bullhead.

Neptune: No, I mean about how we ditched Jaune last night! I had to look Pyrrha in the eye and lie that I didn't know where he was, and that was only because I didn't know where he was!

Sun: Dude, he had to learn. Can you imagine having no game at 17?

Neptune: Yeah! Me!

PA: Now docking at Vale South Station.

Sun: ...Eh, you had some game. It was, like, nerd game, but it was still game. Jaune was more like-

Jaune: More like what?

Neptune: JAUNE! (Hugs) I was so worried about you! P-Please don't be mad at us!

Jaune: Er, i-it's okay, Neptune. I'm not mad at you. Just... disappointed.

Neptune: (Crying) That's even worse~!

Sun: Ugh... Great. You got Neptune going with the waterworks. Whatever, you get laid yet?

Jaune: No, not yet.

Sun: Motherf- DUDE! What, do I gotta toss you in a whorehouse to get you to man up?!

Jaune: No, not really. I found somebody else to help me with that.

Arslan: Hello, Sun.

Sun: Arslan? Hey, what's- GUH! (Falls over)

Arslan: That was for forcing this poor guy to sleep in the city overnight. If my team didn't get here last night, who knows what could've happened to him?!

Sun: He... asked us for help...

Arslan: Yeah, and I had to 'help' him after he was stuck with the results of your 'help'.

Neptune: Wait, you mean... You two...

Jaune: Oh, no. Arslan and her team just pitched in for the hotel room for the five of us. All she asked in return was me showing her around Beacon when we get there.

Arslan: Oh, that reminds me. (Grabs scroll) Thank you for your cooperation. Let's move team!

Neptune: (Team ABRN pass with glares) So... Lunch?

Sun: Y...Yeah...

[1d1195]

Protection - Extra I

Read the rest of it here: Protection

I thought you all might want to read a bit about this. This is in between their dip in the water and their trip to England that I previously skipped over. (between part 9 and 10)

Just cute stuff I think (@freedomfireflies said it was romantic 😍thank you for reading it ahead of time for me). A little angsty maybe if you read it the right way.

~4k words

“Are you alright?” She asked, it came out strong. It was important to her to say it fully, no teeth chattering. She wanted to make sure Harry was okay.

He laughed, loudly. He couldn’t help it; he nosed at her ear. “Oh, love. M’fine... s’long as you are.”

The water was freezing; it was December after all. It felt like ice on Harry’s skin, and more so like it was seeping right into his veins. It was no more than twenty seconds before he reached her. He grabbed her by the arm before she started sinking further to the bottom. With a hurt leg and her arms once more held together by a zip-tie, his supervisor was definitely planning on letting her painfully drown to death.

It made Harry sick to be associated with such a place.

Harry pulled his free arm toward the top of the sea. They crested over the surface. Harry gasped quietly, more worried about making sure she had air. Almost immediately, he cupped a hand over her mouth a bit to hide the sounds she made as she spluttered over the splash of the waves. He worried that his supervisor might come back to check that she really was gone. Harry waded the pair of them toward the bottom of the little cliff. So that if he did look down, the view would be obstructed. “Shh, shh, m’here, baby. I have you, honey; m’so sorry, kitten. But y’gotta stay quiet, love. I got you,” he promised treading hard for both of them to stay afloat. It was so fucking cold. “M’sorry,” he whispered softly. As her breath came back more evenly, he pressed his lips to her forehead. Her lips were turning bluer by the second. Just like when she was paling without enough blood. It made him nervous even though he knew it was because she was freezing. But what truly worried him most, was the look of shock on her face. Like Harry wouldn’t have moved heaven and earth to find her and keep her safe.

After several seconds of silence, Harry didn’t have much choice but to risk it either way and started to swim awkwardly toward the sandy area nearby. He hauled her to shore, cradling her as best he could. They paused just at the shoreline Harry stretching his achy muscles from the stiffness of the cold. She didn’t even have a coat, the poor thing. Her jaw chattered almost violently—he could hear her teeth clacking together high heels down the hallway. Harry couldn’t feel his toes. “We gotta get warm,” he murmured, taking his pocket knife to the ties and releasing her poor, delicate wrists. Instantly, he was back on his cold feet. He scooped her up close. It was nearly second nature to hold her to his chest. He wished he could have stayed dry but what was his other option? Leave her in the water?

She looked tired, cold, and blue. “H-Harry,” she murmured, teeth clicking.

“I know, honey,” he cooed sadly; willing himself to be stronger because he had to be, he started back to his car.

“I-I hate h-him,” she reminded him sniffling a bit into his neck.

“I know. Me too, kitten.”

“How d-did you—?” There was a shake in her voice along with her teeth.

“I put a tracking device in y’scrunchie,” he admitted. He looked shy, embarrassed, his cheeks pinking at the admission. She wished she had the strength to reach up and touch them because she imagined his skin would warm her fingertips. “M’sorry, love...but I couldn’t...I don’t—"

The relief on her face was absolute. She looked at him as if he just told her that her mom was alive. “J-just p-put one in m-me,” she leaned toward him, pressing her face to his neck.

He smiled, grateful for the small reprieve of seriousness. The guilt he felt for tracking her like she was his property was abundant. But he was so grateful she was happy at the thought. “I thought ‘bout that too,” he confessed sheepishly.

“Are you alright?” She asked, it came out strong. It was important to her to say it fully, no teeth chattering. She wanted to make sure Harry was okay.

He laughed, loudly. He couldn’t help it; he nosed at her ear. “Oh, love. M’fine... s’long as you are.”

“I’m ok-kay.”

“Yeah?” 

She nodded, trying to nuzzle up to Harry. She wanted to shield herself from the cold sea breeze, but Harry was just as cold too. There was nothing but shivers passing through them like an electric current. Harry felt so much relief but was getting frustrated with the temperature of the air, the chill in the water, and just of course the day as a whole.

To conserve energy, they were silent. Eventually, they finally made it back to his car. Without running, it seemed like it took hours, not minutes, to get back. The poor thing looked so utterly exhausted. Harry reached below the wheel hub for his spare key—he probably could have left his whole key ring but he didn’t want to be without a phone, a car, nor his wallet in the event something worse happened. (Especially because he wanted to keep her precious handwritten notes preserved in his wallet safely. No way he was willing to risk losing those.)

He set her on her good leg, her body throbbing anyway as if it were the bad one because she was so numb with coldness; Harry kept her pressed to him. Her jaw was shaking so violently, Harry worried she would hurt her teeth. He bit his lip; now that his mind was clearer with less cold saltwater attacking him and taking over all rational thought and senses. “Honey,” he said softly, almost unsurely. Nervously. Like she was going to hate what he had to do to take care of her because he hated what he knew he had to do.

“Whatever you h-have to d-do, Mr. EMT.”

He sighed with more relief passing through him. He smirked at her, amazed she could still make jokes when her fingers looked like they were about to fall off from the chill. He coaxed her to sit on the ground—mindful of her aching leg. She frowned instantly, from the lack of contact—even if she and Harry were cold it was better to be held by him just because he made her insides feel warm.

But Harry was as speedy as he could be. He grabbed a couple blankets and the array of clothing he had in the boot originally packed for the gym. There were a few leftover sweatshirts from the change in season when he would wear sweatshirts home from the gym to keep the chill in the air from bothering him when he was all sweaty. Hurriedly, he laid one of his blankets in the backseat.

He turned back for her. She was wide-eyed. Waiting for directions, chattering, rubbing her hands up and down her arms trying to get the friction to warm her, to do something for her cold and achy skin.  “Love, I gotta take your clothes off.”

She looked devastated. Immediately she regretted her words that she would do whatever he asked. She shook her head at him, her eyes pleading with him. “N-no m’cold,” she chattered again.

“I know, beautiful. M’so sorry. But we have t’get warm. M’cold too, kitten. But—”

“P-please, no,” she begged anyway.

“Honey—”

“Can’t w-we—”

“M’gonna take my clothes off too, kitten, we need body heat,” he explained. Reminding her of the science may have helped the cold slip out of her foggy mind and appeal to the part of her brain that knew the science behind what he was saying.

It seemed to do the trick. “Oh, why d-didn’t you s-say so,” she smiled as flirtatiously as she could with blue lips and icicle-looking hair.

He rolled his eyes. “Keep it in y’pants, love.” But she couldn’t help it. Really couldn’t. Because naked Harry was all she thought about for the last week and half. Before the awful terrible stuff happened. He pulled his jacket off, hurried to the driver’s door and started the car blasting the heat. “S’gonna feel awful, love,” he warned. “M’so sorry,” he kissed her forehead hating how her skin felt colder than his own chilled lips.

Sighing, she nodded. “Okay,” she whispered, bravely giving him the go ahead. She sighed deeply as he helped her back to stand and he started with the thin shirt she had on from the hospital. “D-did you kn-now the wa-water is warmer in December than a m-month like M-May c-cause the h-heat cap-pacity for water st-stays long-ger from the s-summer? S-so this water is ac-actually w-warmer c-cause of August?” Harry didn’t know if she was genuinely trying to make conversation or if she was trying to distract herself. Either way, he was hopelessly in love with her beautiful brain.

“So, May would’ve been a worse time for this t’have happened t’us?” She nodded as he peeled the cold, wet clothes off her body as quickly as he could. “A Christmas miracle,” he murmured.

He did leave a sports bra and her underwear on, but it was of course not nearly enough for Christmas Eve in December. She whimpered as the breeze brushed over her. He carefully helped lay her down, so she was lying on her side closer towards the back of the seat. He then wrapped a sweatshirt around her cold feet, rubbing over top of them to add to the friction. He angled the vents from the front so she would feel the warmth hopefully. Harry stripped immediately and quickly as possible. His jeans were a challenge to peel off—stiff with the saltwater soaking every little fiber. He hurried to pull a blanket halfway around his side so he could slip into the space left for him beside her. He was grateful she already felt a smidge warmer as he pressed his body as close to hers as he could and shut them both inside his backseat with a slam of his door and click of the lock. “This is s-so unf-fair,” she whispered to herself.

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Promise I’ll let y’look s’much as y’want when we’re warm again,” he wrapped her closer. God it was so nice to hold her. Even if they were both freezing. Even if he wanted to explode with anger and murder all of DSS (except Niall).

They didn’t speak again for the duration of however long it was again, to conserve energy. Harry closed his eyes feeling relief crushing him as he held her to his body. Her icy skin was still like heaven to touch. For the first time in nearly a week, he felt like he could breathe again. Despite the direness of the situation, he was certain this was some form of heaven. He listened to her breathing against his neck, her quiet sniffle every few moments as he inhaled against the side of her head basking in the warmth he felt just from knowing she was safe in his arms.

Harry didn’t look at what time they got into the car but eventually the windows began to steam, and her shivers subsided. Her hair stopped dripping onto his skin and Harry could feel his toes again. “Do you have an eight-pack?” She murmured into his chest. Her nose was still cold, but her teeth weren’t chattering anymore. He felt her hands curled right below his navel.

He smirked lazily. “Behave, m’love,” he mumbled into her hair, enjoying the ease of the moment. She was warmer. She was safe. Harry wasn’t letting her out of his sight for a second for at least a month—maybe longer.

“Am I really that ugly you’re unaffected by me being naked?”

“M’not dignifying that with a response, kitten.”

She sighed. “You’re never gonna sleep with me, are you?”

“Honey, I thought y’were dead four days ago. Y’almost drowned within the last hour. Not t’mention y’were drugged a few months back, twisted an ankle, and nearly sliced y’hand open. Jus’ wanna hold y’right now,” he murmured. “Jus’ lemme do it.”

She didn’t say anything for a few beats. “When you say it like that it sounds like I’m cursed.”

He smiled. “M’gonna sleep with you. Promise.”

She was a little skeptical, mainly because she was cold and grumpy. “Are you gonna be weird about my leg?” She asked.

He nodded decidedly. “Very.”

She released another exasperated sigh and let the silence wash over them again. Harry squeezed her every few moments hoping for extra warmth from the friction. Also, because he was so happy she was okay; alive and real. He paid special attention to her breathing, listening for signs of irregularities. “Harry?” She asked so quietly, Harry worried that she was about to faint or something.

“Yes, m’love?” He hummed.

“Are we...still going to England?”

Harry felt the smile expand on his face so warmly it was hard to imagine he was cold right now. “Of course, kitten,” he hummed. “As soon as we pack.”

“Will your mom and sister like me?”

Harry felt his heart stutter against his ribs. He wondered if she felt it against her lips. “Yes, honey. Very much. Almost s’much as I do.”

“How much is that?”

He sighed. He thought about the notes he had in his wallet. Her little heart telling her she didn’t get kidnapped while brushing her teeth. How close she really was to predicting the future. Then of course the much more recent, horrible time she said sorry so profusely and admitted she adored him. “A lot, kitten. So much.”

She nodded, deciding there wasn’t much point in arguing. Harry found her despite everything, all the heartache and all the drama anyway. It was plenty—more than enough, really for her to believe him. “Okay, good,” she said. “I want out of here so bad.”

He chuckled, pressing his lips to her temple and giving her a squeeze. “Are y’warm?”

“I can feel my toes and fingers again,” she flexed them against his body for good measure.

He nodded gratefully. “How’s your leg?”

“It hurts a lot,” she had been focused on getting warm, but she was in so much pain between the cold numbing of her limbs, the hole in her thigh already seemed like nothing in comparison. But she couldn’t help but feel the sore ache of the ripped flesh coming back with a vengeance. “Saltwater and everything.”

He kissed her forehead. “We’ll go in jus’ a few more minutes. S’it unbearable?”

She shook her head. Harry was holding her. He was bare except for a pair of cold wet boxers. He was holding her. His lips were in her hair and his breath touched her scalp. Almost drowning, getting drugged, twisting an ankle, getting shot, and slicing her hand seemed like nothing. She would even consider doing it again if Harry could hold her like this forever. “No... not unbearable,” she decided.

He nodded sullenly. “I don’t have a plan,” he admitted. “I don’t want... them t’know you’re alive,” he murmured.

“Me either.”

More silence followed. It was comfortable though. What could they possibly say right now? Harry was just so grateful she was alive he didn’t care if they spoke for the rest of their lives.

She started giggling shortly thereafter. Almost uncontrollably. Her mind was thinking about how ridiculous all of this was. How bad it was. All that happened over the last couple weeks—the last few months with Harry. The laughter shook her against Harry making the friction warm themselves faster.

“Why are y’giggling? Y’need medical attention again. We need t’get into your apartment...we...” he sighed. “S’a mess, love. Such a mess.”

She pressed her cheek to his chest trying to stifle her laughter. “Yeah, it is...”

“How can y’be so calm ‘bout this?”

“I am basking in how nice it feels to know DSS is the worst.”

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Honey; s’not the time.”

“Y’know what will be really fun,” she said softly. “Telling our kids that you shot me.”

He winced trying not to picture it even though she said it so casually, as if it was an inside joke. But he liked the idea of their kids a lot. “Are y’delirious?”

She smiled into his skin with a little nod and shrug. “I have a plan. But we’re going to need some help.”

*

“Jesus Harry, I’m so fucking sorry,” Niall croaked the second he answered.

“Niall, stay calm; they can’t know. Especially if you’re around anyone else,” her voice was low, just in case anyone overheard his conversation. “Say so fucking sorry, Harry, again if you understand and can do this right this second or I’ll hang up and try again in a bit.”

There was a silent second as Niall theoretically composed himself. “So fucking sorry, Harry,” he repeated breathlessly.

She was taking charge again. Harry was hunched awkwardly on the inside of the seat while he worked on her leg with a kit he had from his EMT days. Most of the stuff was expired and there were a lot of materials missing, but it was better than nothing. He wrapped a dry sweatshirt around her torso, she wasn’t wearing pants while he tended to her thigh, but he had never loved her as much as he did right then. “Can you get in my apartment? Say yes this is real, if you can, or no I don’t believe it, if you can’t.”

“Yes, it’s real,” he said stiffly.

“A little more emotion, Niall. They won’t believe you. Tell Harry when the services are supposed to be.”

“Eleven in the morning. Saturday, the twenty-eighth.”

“Leave it to dad to ruin everyone’s holiday break so he can sell his suffering...” she grumbled. “We need two tickets to England at that time...can Harry text you on this line? Say yes, you’re allowed to come or no, you’re not.”

“No, you’re not allowed to come.”

She nodded, but by and large that was only a small hiccup. “Can you come to Harry’s house?” She asked. “Say I’ll send you the info or I can’t.”

“I’ll send you the info.”

“I adore you, Niall,” she smiled sweetly. “Aside from Harry you’re the only good part of DSS.”

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” he whispered off script; she wondered if the sorry really was meant for her or for Harry. In the end she suspected it was probably both.

“I know...we’ll see you later,” she promised. “I owe you a big hug.”

“Bye, Harry,” his voice cracked a bit. She smiled sweetly.

“Bye, Niall.”

*

Niall had her passport and the duffle bag that was packed in her apartment along with all of her belongings that she asked for—as well as a set of crutches to help support her injured leg. He shoved Harry out of the way when he opened the door, nearly throwing her heavy bag at him and heading over to her on the couch to cash in on the hug she owed him.

Harry rolled his eyes but completely understood Niall’s anxiety and excitement just knowing she was alive.

“How did you know you were going to make it out alive?” Niall finally asked after a thousand other questions.

She smiled at Niall. It was the first time Harry left her alone in a room for longer than a minute—even if he was just one room over and could still see her if he looked around the half wall. He was organizing his things in his own suitcase and simultaneously checking the paperwork Niall had done. He was focused intently on reading everything, making sure everything was in place. There was not a single centimeter of room for error.

“Well, to be fair, I didn’t know it was going to be this dire,” she shrugged.

Niall was looking at her like she was a ghost. Harry had her leg propped on the couch; a pillow stacked to keep it fluffed up. She swore it didn’t even hurt all that much, but they had spent the last few nights in crummy motels and after he helped her shower in his own regular-sized shower, a day before they departed the country, he wanted to make sure she was as comfortable as humanly possible.

At night, he wrapped her in his arms so tightly it was almost too hot when they woke up. But Harry couldn’t let her go—not even an inch. She didn’t protest either; the warmth was welcomed—especially after the frigid dip in the icy water. Plus, sleeping with Harry was all she wanted. Well...the most rated-G thing she wanted to do with Harry.

“I told them you’re leaving to visit home,” Niall said to Harry. “They don’t understand everything, but they won’t bother you.”

Harry nodded silently in response to triple checking again.

“Can you tell my professor I’m not dead...once I’m in England?” She asked.

Niall smiled. “Happy to.”

“Do you have a plan?” She asked.

“M’surprised y’don’t, love,” Harry muttered placing the passports and other paperwork into a folder for safekeeping through their travels.

“Oh, I do. I was just wondering if Niall did.”

Chuckling, Niall smiled. “M’all ears, darling.”

So, she explained her thoughts. Told him exactly what she thought would happen and how it should be handled in response. Apart from a few minor details, he agreed wholeheartedly. “You really like this guy?” He jerked his head in Harry’s direction with a smirk.

She nodded eagerly with a pretty smile. “Yeah...I know.”

Harry shook his head as he rolled his eyes at her. “You’re much too smart for him,” Niall reminded her.

She giggled and Harry sighed. “That I agree with,” Harry murmured.

“He saved my life, though...a lot,” she shrugged.

Niall smiled brightly. “Give Anne and Gemma a big hug from me, yeah?” Niall said, kissing the top of her head. “And don’t let him feel too guilty, y’know how he gets,” he whispered only for her as he pulled away from their embrace. “Harold, maybe don’t turn her into Swiss cheese? Enjoy the holiday?”

She giggled but worried Harry would have a breakdown if they kidded too much about it. Considering it was still so fresh. Especially since she knew Niall was right about how guilty Harry was probably feeling. The second Niall was gone she dropped her head back against the cushion. “I have no books to read while we’re there.”

“I’ll buy us some,” he promised and came back over to sit on his coffee table. He still looked exhausted—beautiful, but exhausted. It was only a little after eight in the evening.

“Can we go to bed?” She asked, yawning because she was exhausted too. She wanted nothing more than to snuggle close to Harry in a normal bed.

He smiled tiredly. “Yes, love, of course.” Harry helped her stand and held onto her to support her injured leg. “I wish you’d jus’ let me carry you,” he murmured the short walk to his bedroom. She ignored him and slipped between his soft sheets, and it felt like a cloud was holding her in comparison to the stiff motel mattresses. She moaned softly at the feeling. Harry chuckled.

“Comfy?”

She nodded. Harry slid in beside her and they were drenched in darkness. They were set to leave tomorrow and get away for a bit. A comfortable silence fell over them. It had been happening a lot since she woke up from her little medical nap. There was too much to think about. Too much to do and until they were safely away from DSS in another country. So the quietness was peaceful—after everything. They had said so much through words and actions over the last few days. There was still so much to discuss but it would have to wait. They were so very tired. Ached to the bone with injuries, chills, and bad dreams. She wanted to sleep for days. She wanted Harry to sleep for days. “Can I live here? On this mattress?” She asked.

Harry’s heart fluttered. “You can live here forever, Miss Wildflower,” he promised, making her heart melt. It was the first time she had ever felt so truly cared for since her mom died and it was overwhelming to say the least. His fingers danced along her arm making goosebumps appear on her skin, but not because she was cold. No, Harry made her so warm just by being there.

“Even with all my crazy flowers?” She whispered quietly.

“Especially with your beautiful flowers.”

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