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poptarts-box · 1 day ago
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Feels good to have a character I can position as my muse finally, been a while since something lit a fire under my ass to draw
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icarusredwings · 2 months ago
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Thinking about how adaptive Logan is and how he can quite physically tell the difference between people even if they look identical by chemical scent alone.
With being around Wade so much, do you ever think he just gets a whiff of a stranger and turns to Wade like "Hey.. I think... they have cancer."
For a second, he thinks he's mocking him, but the look of seriousness on his face makes him frown and is like, "Holy shit.. Wait, you can smell cancer?? What are you like a cancer dog?"
"Shut up, im serious."
"Wait for real? Are you sure it's just not old lady perfume?"
"I-i think so...?? ....Should.... should I tell her? Oh man.. how do I tell a stranger that they have a horrible disease?"
Wades is about to make a joke but decides not to, remembering how life ruining it was to sit there and stare at vanessa as the doctor sounded like charlie browns parents.
"... where is it?"
"I don't know. I just.. I think maybe in the top bit? What would I even say? Hey, im a super smelling mutant, and I think you have breast cancer."
".. yes."
"Really?"
"You have to tell her... She'll get scared if I tell her."
So he does. Awkwardly comes up to this woman and explains some bullshit how he was 'born with super smells' and how he believes she might have some form of cancer. That- if she acts early enough- they might be able to beat it.
For some reason, the woman cries and tells him how this would make sense because shes felt sick the last couple of weeks and had no clue why. That she'll make an appointment as soon as possible. "Thank you."
Logan is left with a warm feeling in his chest, and smiles lopsided as she goes about her day.
Wade is left feeling both envious and proud at the same time. No, there wasn't a wolverine to warn him of his sickness, but this doesn't mean they can't help others.
So from then on, sniffing becomes an automatic reflex, sniffing all the kids at the mansion, class by class, every teacher, anyone he possibly can. It breaks his heart when he finds one. Everyone holds their breath, hoping he doesn't, but sometimes he does. He always cries afterward.
You know those drug/ weapon dog searches that schools sometimes have? Yeah that's bassically what happens except he pops a head in, says a quick "clear" and goes to the next room. Its real terrifying when he actually comes into the room and starts walking around.
This being said. If you're sneaking drugs into the school? You better be tight with Mr. Howlett, or he's turning you in to Mrs. Munroe.
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00kittenz · 2 months ago
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── close to you. ( sjy ) ☕️
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๑ All your boyfriend wants is to feel closer to you, but you’ve been so tired and so busy these days </3
pair: needy bf!jake ㅊ gf!reader | warnings: smut, pwp, (some) angst, fluff, very needy + attention starved jake, exhausted reader, jake just wants to touch you— feel a bit closer to you :(, small argument, make-up s.x, c.ck warming, oral (f. rec), unprotected s.x | words: 1.4k
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“baby ! you’re finally back home, it’s super late..” jake was happy to see you again but soon frowned upon your tired, dull appearance, taking you in his hold straight away. “i made dinner.” his firm hands swam across your back, whilst spreading honeyed kisses along the crown of your head.
“thanks but, i’m way too tired to eat..” he watched as your slouched figure laced against his, all your weight accompanying his.
“but you have to, princess.” “sometimes we have to do things we don’t wanna do.”
“yeah, but—”
“no !, you aren’t gonna starve on my watch, i don’t care how sleepy you are.” jake scolds your stubbornness, his eyes catching yours for a moment, staring straight into him. he hates how tired you looked, but also loved how good you looked when you’re tired.
the look in your eyes giving him a lusty reminiscent, something he’s seen before. it reminded him of how little of time you have to see him these days, you’re always coming home late because of work. it’s even worse that you just come home and go straight to sleep without a single spoken word some days. he feels neglected at times, but he’s just too scared to ever say anything— which only makes him even more anxious; the cycle just continues to spiral…
“jakee..” you childishly whined, you didn’t even wanna move your jaws to talk to him, that’s how drained you were at the moment.
“i’ll feed you, is that fine ? just eat mama.”
he was so gentle and patient with you. and that’s all you needed for nights like these to put you at ease.
you simply nod in response.
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“would you stop it already !” you heave out a heavy sigh. jake just wouldn’t stop touching and squeezing you. you were beyond tired, but now you’re tired and aggravated.
“what..”
“don’t play dumb, you know what.” your hands grasp onto his forearm, removing his form on your waist. “it’s too hot.”
“but baby,” jake sulked, “what about me..”
“what about you ? what do you mean ?” you furrowed your brows as if they could furrow any further than they were.
“don’t you ever think about how i feel ?” “you leave me alone all day, then you come home and never— you never wanna discuss how our days have went.. y’know? like old times.” he bravely spoke, he didn’t care if you’d get mad at him for speaking his mind, it’s how he truly felt. he missed you, what else could he really do. “don’t you know how that makes me feel? how i feel when you don’t ever wanna talk to me ?”
you could only look at him in shock and disbelief, wondering where this was coming from all of a sudden. “you really expect me to come home holly and jolly after a full 8 hour shift ?” you scoffed, sitting up in your place. “i work all goddamn day, and what do you do? clean ? cook ? i provide everything you fucking need. you should be more than a-okay.”
“is it not enough ? do you want more ? what do you want from me, jake !” you didn’t mean for your voice to raise louder, it just came out that way, his body language visibly shifts once he heard that, going in defensive mode.
“no !” he didn’t know what else to say, he couldn’t say much of anything else, if he really spoke his mind then things would go south, quickly.
“no? are you serious right now?” jake felt his heart sink at your sudden outburst of laughter. what was so funny to you? he felt mocked. played with even. it’s like you don’t even care about this relationship anymore.
“i don’t even want any of that shit, y/n. i never asked you for anything, nothing.” “all i want is you, do you not fucking see that !” “i’m human too, doll. i need attention, love, i want you that’s all. that’s all that fucking matters to me. so.. please.”
your boyfriend was practically begging for you. he shouldn’t have to. he was right, you felt sorry for him, the one thing that kept him going leaves him alone majority of the time. leaving him miserable, repeating the same, monotonous routine all damn day.
“jake.. ‘m sorry, i just. don’t have any energy. for this right now.” “im just, so ... stressed.”
“i understand that, but you have to talk to me baby. you’re constantly keeping to yourself, i’m here to help you yet all you’re doing is pushing me away. i just want you to know that i’m here.. ” his hands glide up your arms, squeezing your shoulders. gently massaging them.
“you know, you’re so tense mama..”
“hm ? i am ?” you groan at the attention your shoulders were receiving, you always loved when he gives you massages.
“let me relieve you. you won’t have to do anything. just let me make you feel good.”
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“hah.. jake...” sweat glistened across your forehead, your back arched against the ivory bedding you found yourself grabbing ahold of.
jake delicately tore through your folds, like he was savouring every bit of you. like this would be the last time he would have you. his breath skimming over your dripping core, leaving your tummy all fuzzy inside. you missed this. so fucking much. fuck.
“ba..baby..” your fingers played with his hair, “so good, yessyes..” your thighs were constantly forcing themselves closed at the tingly sensation he made between them. his tongue thrusting into your sweet left you absolutely phenomenal.
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after a while, jake pokes his head from between your legs. the transparent juices adorning his pretty lips— and chin. a giggle escaping your lips as he puckers his lips at you. wearing your residue as a lip gloss.
“nuhuh !” you squirm, not very fond of the idea of basically eating yourself out as jake attempted to place wet kisses onto your lips, instead landing everywhere but them. “ewie !”
“oh shut up, you taste quite swell actually.” he rolled his eyes, finally giving in, licking his lips. “toss over for me, babygirl.” he tapped your hips, getting a pillow ready to place under your build. then after, fondling with the waistband of his pants.
the feel of jake crawling over you, caging you in. made your stomach bubble, tired ? who said you were tired ?? you sure didn’t. (yes you did.)
“mama, top drawer.” he demanded of you, tapping on your ass, as if it was a drum.
“i dun’ wanna..” you look back at him with pleading eyes.
“y’sure ?” jake assured you, unsure of the thought of you not wanting to use a rubber.
“mhm !” you swayed your rear from side to side, as if rushing him to get inside you already. impatient motherfucker.
“you on the pill?”
“no.. but i was thinking of having your baby so—” you teased, giggling as if to make your response sound the least bit innocent.
you were cut off by the fill he added of you, how much of a tight fit he was for you. he hasn’t fucked you in a while so you’d have to get used to this again. jake could say the same, as if he wasn’t being squeezed to death. all he could do was try and catch his breath.
“you good ?” he asked, wanting to know if it was okay for him to move. pacing himself as soon as he got your okay.
“hell yeah..” jake giggled at your response, picking up his speed just a little.
all you could think about was how he had you mewling, your vision going blurry. he was fucking you numb. you needed him more than anything right now. the sound of your squelching, sticky pussy being rammed into relentlessly echoed between the walls.
“fuckfuckfuck !” you bit harshly at your lip, almost enough to draw blood, drooling onto the fathomed sheets.
jake was driving you merely insane, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while ruining your tight dewy pussy. his dick spreads you so well, throbbing and pulsating inside your heat.
“so goddamn good, mama. taking me so well.” he puckered sloppy kisses along your nape, to your shoulders, nibbling at the soft flesh. pumping into you more aggressively. your head gently met the headboard from time to time.
he never wanted this moment to end. you could say the same, as if his dick weren’t devouring you whole.
you ended up calling out “sick” from work the next morning. as tired as you were, you hadn’t got a wink of sleep— but most of the blame could be pinned onto your insatiable boyfriend, jake.
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gloomwitchwrites · 7 months ago
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could you do one about all the members of 141 if the reader is super sensitive during sex, squeaks and squirms, cries but she likes it she’s just very responsive
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Sensitivity during sex is subjective as everyone is different in that regard. So, here is my little offering to you, anon.
Content & Warnings: unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), dirty talk, missionary, established relationship, teasing, overstimulation, cowgirl, mirror sex, vaginal fingering
John “Soap” MacTavish: Soap is a bit of a tease. (wc: 374) Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: Kyle talks you through it. (wc: 457) John Price: Wants you to watch. (wc: 404) Simon “Ghost” Riley: Simon pins you down. (wc: 391)
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John "Soap" MacTavish
Johnny is a tease.
“How’s that feel, love?” he croons with a mischievous smile.
You whimper. Gasp. His hands upon your skin are simply too much.
Without an answer, Johnny goes down on one elbow, changing the position. He’s not even thrusting anymore, simply holding himself inside you, keeping your legs spread wide over his large, muscled thighs.
“Can’t use your words?” he mocks lightly as the tips of his fingers tenderly graze over a hardened nipple.
At the same time, he sinks a bit further, thighs spreading slightly, pushing your legs even wider. You’re unable to do much but writhe and wiggle beneath him. He always does this. Always teases. He loves how sensitive you are, and how your body comes alive beneath him. All the little sounds you make, all the sharp shakes and shivers, only motivate Johnny to draw forth more.
“What will happen if I touch you here, hm?” he asks, his hand dipping between your bodies. When Johnny says “here,” he runs his finger around the place your bodies meet.
Your cry is loud, and it only becomes louder when he trails upward to circle your clit. His name is there, on the very tip of your tongue, but each touch is a zap, stealing your voice.
But this touching and teasing isn’t cruel. You love every second. It only makes the end that much more electric.
“And here, love? What would happen?” he murmurs.
While still moving over your clit, Johnny leans forward, his tongue circling and then sucking your nipple into his mouth. Your body immediately contracts, every muscle tensing then relaxing. A little shiver rattles up through your spine and out to the edges of your limbs. It causes you to squirm, the sensitivity nearly overwhelming.
But there is nowhere for you to go. You are not only pinned to the bed by Johnny’s upper body but by his cock.
Johnny releases your nipple, his mouth forming a smug smile. “Suppose you need some relief, yeah?”
You curl into him, fingers digging into his skin. Johnny brushes your hair out of your face, and that too makes you tremble.
“Lie back,” he soothes, and you melt, molding to the bed as he flattens himself above you.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle talks you through it.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”
“That’s my girl. Look at you.”
Kyle delicately guides your legs toward your chest. You’re bent at the knees, trembling, breathing coming fast and heavy. Every touch of his is like a brand against the skin. It is an overwhelming tsunami.
“Kyle,” you beg. “Please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for. Maybe for it all to end even though you crave the sensation.
“Gotta control that wiggling love.”
“I—I can’t,” you whimper, thighs trembling as he puts you into position.
Kyle parts your pussy with his fingers and you cry out. He tuts and then inserts two fingers. Your hips instantly buck and your back arches, wanting to escape from him.
“No no. None of that, love.” Kyle lightly presses down on your stomach, holding you still as he curls his fingers up and drags them, repeating the motion.
Again, you cry out, and then tears sting your cheeks as you claw at the bedding.
“Control your squirming and I’ll give you what you want.”
“You’re awful,” you whimper, every muscle in your body twitching, wanting to move.
“Do what I say, love. Know you can.” You inhale and Kyle chuckles softly. “That’s it. Good. Exhale. Again.”
He has you repeat the process until the muscles in your limbs calm.
Kyle’s hands retreat, and then he reclines beside you, rotating onto his back. His hand palms the base of his cock, stroking gently.
“Get on top, love. Hands on my chest. You control the pace.”
With a gentle tremble, you swing one leg over Kyle’s thighs, straddling him. You do as he instructs, placing your hands on his chest and angling your hips. He guides himself to your entrance, the head of his cock pushing in, stretching you wide, the sensation shooting up your spin and as well as to the tips of your toes.
“I know you can take it. Fuck, love. That’s it. Good.”
You slowly slide down on him, groaning loudly, nails digging into his chest as you impale yourself on him.
“Oh—fuck.” Kyle’s hands are on your thighs, running up and down them in a caress.
It takes every bit of your concentration to focus on the rhythm of your hips. You’re overly sensitive, and this position reaches deep, hitting that sweet spot every time you come down on him.
“Kyle,” you beg, but it’s without meaning. You just need to talk, to say something, to verbalize your need in whatever way you’re able.
His answer is a groan. “That’s it. Fuck, love. You feel amazing.”
Slowly, your eyelids open, and you’re greeted with a beautiful sight.
“Don’t fucking stop,” he says, one hand sliding between your breasts.
John Price
“Look at yourself, love.”
You are unable to move. Unable to squirm.
John has you spread wide over his thighs like a sacrificial offering. His knees are bent toward the ceiling and just parted enough that you cannot move your legs while draped in his lap. He’s got you impaled on his cock, and he is downright fucking smug about it.
While the motion of your legs is useless, you also don’t have your arms. John has them propped above your head because he doesn’t want you touching him or himself. His own muscles forearms snake up and over your upper arms. It allows you no control, but allows John everything. He can touch your breasts like this. He can touch your clit, your neck, and whatever else he wants.
John rocks and rolls his hips, dick appearing and then disappearing back into your pussy. All you can do is flex your hips a bit but it isn’t enough. You are completely trapped. At his mercy. And the sensitivity is overwhelming.
Without any control, you have to submit to John, and while you love it, it only rockets every ripple of pleasure that much higher.
“See what I have to do,” he murmurs into your ear. “You can’t stop moving.”
Tears bloom in the corners of your eyes like tiny dewdrops. You are far too sensitive for this. John is pushing you into overstimulation.
John nips at your earlobe and you gasp. “Look,” he prompts.
The closet door is open. Not by much, but enough that the mirror that hands on the inside faces the bed. Within, you see yourself, and John. You see how splayed out you are, how needy and pathetic you look in his arms.
“Look,” he says again. “Want you to watch.”
It takes all your effort to focus. Every time John rock his hips upward, his brush of skin against you is fire. It causes everything in you to react and jump. But you cannot writhe. Cannot move.
And that only makes you more frustratingly coiled with untamed need.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyelids heavy as you gaze upon the spot where your bodies meet, and how much your body stretches to accommodate him. You can see how your chest heaves, the tightness building and overwhelming your senses.
“Now you see what I see,” murmurs John as his hand delves downward to give you some relief.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
“Quit your squirming.”
“Then don’t be cruel,” you moan, nearly jumping out of Simon’s arms when he sharply thrusts upward.
Simon’s teeth nip at your throat and this time your body jerks, almost sending you out of his lap.
“Stay still,” he growls, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.
“You know how sensitive I am.”
“I do. Fucking love it.”
Simon wraps his arms around your waist. It’s an embrace, and yet there is power behind it, the muscles there tensing with anticipation. You inhale, and your exhalation is stolen from you.
Simon twists, and you go with him, rolling onto your back.
You squeak loudly only to be pinned against the bed. “Simon—”
He crushes his lips to yours, his tongue delving for your taste. The only sound you make is a whimper. “But sometimes,” murmurs Simon against your lips. Your squirming gets in the way.”
Using his body weight, Simon drives in at a harsh angle, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. That vibration of pleasure ripples outward, and your body reacts as it always does. But you cannot writhe and wiggle. Simon is too heavy, and he knows this, which is why he’s pinned you.
“Oh—fuck. Simon. Plea—. Please.”
“Please what?” laughs Simon softly before moving inside of you again.
The only reply you can make is a strained moan.
Simon grins, completely smug. “Tuck in, love. I’ll give you something to squirm about.”
Simon wraps your wrists up in one hand, pinning them above your head. He starts to thrust in earnest, his free hand holding the side of your throat. He watches on as tears come to your eyes. Your body wants to move, to buck and arch against him, but you are completely trapped.
Simon leans in, kisses the spots on your cheeks stained with tears. The only thing you can move are the bottoms of your legs. You wrap your ankles over his bulging calves and cling.
Every stroke and brush of his skin against yours is a roaring fire, rocketing you toward overstimulation. Words fall from your lips but they are elusive, just white noise in your ears. You know that you’re crying, that you’re speaking to him, that you’re attempting to move.
But Simon is relentless, claiming every inch of your body like he always does.
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honnelander · 1 year ago
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go fish!
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so i fell in love with Sanji just like everyone else. i've never seen the one piece anime or read the manga so i'm solely going off of the live action. i had fun writing this and plan to make this a series of some sorts where it's a fem!reader x Sanji moments of awkwardness, fluff, and mutual pining because i love reading that stuff myself. if anyone has any suggestions or requests for this series please leave a comment or send me an ask!
WARNINGS: none
word count: 1.3k
pairing: opla!sanji x reader
summary: reader and Usopp are playing a card game when Sanji finds them. teasing ensues.
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“Care for a refreshment, Madam?” a smooth, deep familiar voice asked to your left, breaking your concentration on the card game in front of you. 
“Hm?” you looked up from the cards in your hand and saw the Going Merry’s own chef looking down at you with a crooked, charming smile as he held a chilled glass bottle of water in his hand. “Oh, hey Sanji,” you greeted quickly with your usual smile as you looked back down at your hand. “What’d you say? Go fish Usopp.” 
Your opponent across the barrel from you grumbled as he took the top card off the deck sitting between you both. 
“I was just asking if the lovely madam sitting here would like a nice, cold refreshment on this particularly hot day?” Sanji asked again with a hint of amusement, his crooked smile deepening as he watched you study your hand once again. 
“’Lovely madam’?” Usopp repeated sarcastically, his eyebrows pulling together. “What about offering her super buff, brave, and heroic opponent an ice-cold beverage instead?” 
“Nope,” Sanji corrected, popping the 'p'. “Ladies first Usopp. Always.” 
Even after knowing Sanji for a couple of months now, his consistent chivalry always managed to make your heart flutter.  
You laughed lightly and couldn’t help but smirk as you said with a matter-of-fact, teasing tone, “Just say you wish you were a girl, Usopp. No judgment here.” You paused for a moment before asking, “You got the five of spades?” 
“Now even though I would make an extremely attractive, gorgeous woman, I am a man through and through.” A grin broke out on Usopp’s face as he glanced at his hand and triumphantly called out, “Go fish, y/n.” 
“Fair enough,” you hummed as you reached for a card. “And yes Sanji, I would love a glass of cold water. Thank you.” You shot a quick look of gratitude the chef’s way as you took a card from the deck. 
Sanji placed the two glasses onto your makeshift barrell-table top he was holding in his left hand and started filling up the glasses with water. “Of course. Anything for the missus.” 
Missus. Ugh. It made your heart skip a beat to hear him call you that. But you knew he didn’t really mean anything by it. It was just how Sanji spoke, forever the gentleman. 
“Oof. If you keep sweet talking like that Sanji, you’re going to even make me blush, just like y/n,” Usopp joked. 
Your eyes widened as your eyes snapped to look at your dumbass crewmate and friend sitting across from you. “I- I am not blushing Usopp!” God, if you both were using a real table instead of a barrel right now you would’ve broken his shine with your foot. You really weren’t blushing before but Usopp’s stupid comment definitely made your cheeks heat up now. “It’s the heat,” you hissed.  
“’Heat’,” he mocked with air quotes and snorted. “Right.” 
“I-” before you could defend yourself, Sanji spoke up. 
“Actually,” the blonde chef chimed in with a light laugh as he filled the second glass, “that’s why I came over in the first place. You were looking a little flushed y/n, so I thought you guys could use a cold drink.” 
Sanji’s words caused both you and Usopp to look up from your cards simultaneously, making eye contact with each other. A mischievous grin started to form on Usopp’s face as he saw the blush deepen on your face. You quickly looked back to your hand, suddenly finding the eight of clovers card extremely interesting.  
Sanji saw you looking flushed? He saw you? From across the deck? From inside the kitchen’s window? He was watching you play cards? The thought of Sanji watching you when you didn’t expect him to made your stomach erupt in butterflies, and it certainly didn’t make your stupid little crush on him go away. Just the opposite. In fact, it just fueled your delusional fantasy even more.  
And it certainly didn’t help that the only person who knew about your crush on the head chef just so happened to have a big mouth and loved to tease you about it any chance he got. And that he was sitting right across from you right now, watching all of this unfold right in front of him. 
“Oh? So you were watching y/n and I play cards out here?” Usopp innocently asked his blonde crewmate, but you knew better. There wasn’t an ounce of true curiosity in his tone whatsoever. 
“Yeah, from the kitchen,” Sanji answered casually as he recapped the glass water bottle. 
“Usopp,” you warned. 
“And you said that she looked ‘flushed’?” Usopp asked, quirking a brow at the end of his question as he turned his gaze from you to Sanji. 
Sanji blinked in confusion, his eyebrows knitting together for a second before looking down at his crewmate. “Yeah...” he said slowly before continuing, “Her cheeks looked a little pink so I figured-” 
“Oh?” Usopp asked, his voice becoming louder. “You noticed the color of her cheeks, from that far away?” 
“Usopp,” you hissed louder but it fell on deaf ears. Once your friend got on a roll, there was little anyone could do about it. Especially when it came to teasing you about your feelings for Sanji. 
“Yeah,” Sanji replied to Usopp’s question with a confused smile. “What are you-” 
“GO FISH!” you blurted out loudly, cutting Sanji off and having both men turn their eyes towards you.  
“Huh?” Usopp blinked his eyes at you, suddenly remembering the game in front of him. “But I didn’t even ask you anything y/n. And you just drew a card, so it’s your turn to ask me.” 
You let out a quiet sigh of relief at the fact that Usopp stopped grilling Sanji with all of those embarrassing questions right in front of you....even though you couldn’t help but perk up at the fact that Sanji in fact had been watching you from the kitchen, and that he was sweet enough to bring you (and Usopp) some water.  
“Well, I tried,” you shrugged and lied, “but you just kept yapping so you didn’t hear me. Do you have the Queen of hearts?” 
Usopp studied you for a brief moment before looking at his cards, smirking to himself. “You know y/n, it’s funny you asked about the Queen of hearts,” he said as he plucked the requested card from his hand and reached out to give it to you, “since you make heart eyes yourself whenever you look at-” 
“GOOD game Usopp!” you practically yelled as you threw your cards down onto the barrel and stood up, hoping your outburst drowned out the name Usopp was about to so stupidly blurt out. You shook his free hand with both of yours as you said, “You totally win my friend.” 
“What?” Sanji laughed slightly as he watched you and Usopp shake hands. The poor guy was as confused as ever. “But the game isn’t over.” 
You looked Usopp dead in the eye as tightened your grip on his hand. “Oh no, it’s over. He definitely won.”  
Yeah, he won alright. He won the game of making your life a living hell and embarrassing you in front of Sanji. He won the gold medal in that game. 
“I sure did,” Usopp agreed triumphantly, putting his cards down. 
You dropped his hand and took the glass of cold water that Sanji had so generously poured, the cold glass making you feel better already. “Thank you for this Sanji. I think I’ll go enjoy this on my hammock inside.” 
You couldn’t bear to look at Sanji, feeling humiliated for no reason with your face on fire, you stepped away from the barrel sipping your water as you made your way across the deck towards the ship’s living quarters.  
“Yeah, that’s a good idea y/n!” Usopp called, giddy from the high that could only come from successfully teasing a friend. “Maybe that’ll help calm down your flushed face!” 
Before stepping inside, you flipped off a laughing Usopp, completely missing the brief look of disappointment in Sanji’s eyes as he watched you go. 
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ningvory · 9 months ago
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Yandere!mean!Winter fucking you good in a motel, making you wear outfits which would barely cover anything of yours, dry hump her, suck her off, let her cum in you whatever she wanted as you took it like her good little bunny. Saying “thank you thank you thank you” everytime she thrusted in you, her dick going so deep in yours that you could feel a bulge forming, she would record all this as she herself is a cam!girl and you were the viewers favourite guest because of how pretty, delicate and obedient you are. The viewers loved it when you would go on all fours as winter entered inside you with no prep making you jerk forward as your boob jiggled, while she is thirsting in you her fingers are in your cunt fingering you making you cry tears of pain and pleasure.
♡ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ CRAZY OVER YOU ┊ kim minjeong
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parings: gp!yandere!camgirl!winter x bimboish??f!reader
warnings: voyerism, dry humping, oral (w receiving), pet names, dumbification, tummy bulge, doggy, fingering, creampie, darcyphilia, choking, degrading, overstimulation, she’s a big meanie :((, not proofread
a/n: title is DEFINITELY not from the blackpink song 😉 didn’t mean for this to be so long but enjoy this fic as i’m currently writing the cop minjeong fic<33
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your camgirl girlfriend, winter is just super possessive over you! you guys are college students so money was of course, a struggle. having to balance work and college was hard, so your girlfriend decided to become a camgirl. and it seemed to work after her first video dropped, about a year before you two began dating. she proceeded to bring you onto her stream once and her viewers loved you! the way you sound when winter edges and overstimulates you and the fact that you’re so pretty and obedient for her is so cute to them!
but who would’ve thought that your girlfriend is so…crazy over you? at first, it was lighthearted things like asking where you’ve been and who you were with, but then they stared to get concerning. she started to demand for your location and would go as far as to put a tracker on your phone, she would start to drop you off to whatever location you needed to go to and would ALWAYS tag along with you, giving you no time without her damn near breathing down your neck.
but you’ve found a way around her, or so you thought. your besties really wanted to hang out and eat at a restaurant so you just had to tag along! you barely get to see them due to your girlfriend forcing you to turn down all their plans. you wore a pretty pink dress, nothing too absurd, pairing it with clear heels with a little bit of makeup. you had to turn your phone completely off, bringing out your old phone to carry with you.
at first it was such a good night! taking photos and having a good time with your friends, ning, rina, and aeri. talking about random shit and laughing, doing what friends do yk? that was up until you saw your girlfriend from afar, causing your heart to sink.
“hey y/n, you okay? you look like you’ve gotten sick!” rina asked you, noticing how the look of fear painted your face.
“yea..i’m great! let me go to the restroom, if i don’t come back i probably went home.” you told her and the rest of the girls, the bill was already paid so you guys were free to leave.
you began to walk over to your girlfriend, heartbeat ringing in your ears when she grabbed your hand to pull you to the restroom. she immediately pinned you to the door with her hand on your throat, making you gasp out as tears began to swell up in your eyes as apologies began to spill out of your mouth.
“my stupid pretty girl, thought you got away, huh? didn’t think that i put a tracker on your old phone too?” she mocked you with a grin.
she was wearing black shorts with a basic white top, paired with a long leather coat on. it must’ve been raining because her hair appeared to look wet and puffy.
“aww, pretty don’t cry..” she said, rubbing your tears off your face.
she finally removed her hand off your neck, making you gasp out, taking in all the air you can before she dragged you out the restroom and to the car, shoving you in the passenger seat. you didn’t know where exactly and you wouldn't dare to ask. the car ride was silent, aside from the the rain dripping onto the car and the faint sound of music playing along with her hand gripping your thigh.
you must've fallen asleep when you arrived because you heard the car stop and the door slamming. your door opening with winter's hand out for you to take with her free hand. she must've planned this out because she had a big duffel bag on her shoulder. you took her hand and she closed the door, locking it and wrapping her arm around your waist.
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you weren't expecting her to start a stream here, but here you are. all dolled up in a pretty pink outfit that hardly covered you up, matching bunny and butterfly clips in your hair.
the stream began rolling, you two at the edge of the bed. winter was wearing a black lacey bra with matching boxers, her boner was shown to her viewers.
"hey guys~ our favorite guest is back! my pretty baby, isn't she so cute? she's been a bad bunny for me so she deserves be ruined and treated like a slut." winter spoke out, causing you to whine out. she's always fucked you so good so you really couldn't care!!
she'd place you on her lap and force you hump her clothed cock. bare cunny was barely getting any pleasure making you whine out because you wanted to cum badly but you wanted to be a good girl for her! :((
she chuckled, watching you on her lap, she was basically touring herself. you look so pretty she wanted to take her boxers off and thrust into you brutally. she watched as the viewers left their dirty comments, she doesn't even know why she lets these nasty pervs see your pretty body and hear your cute sounds.
she would forced you down on your knees, and push your head all the way to her pelvis, making you gag on her thick cock as she was groaning at the feeling of her cock in your mouth.
she began to use your head to her pleasure, holding your head in place so she can thrust into your mouth. you were looking up at her pretty face twisted in pleasure, your spit dripping down the the valley of your plush tits and your eyes were filled with baby tears.
"ah! shit- baby, cumming!" she moaned out, thrusting into your mouth quicker until you felt her warm seed fill your mouth as you swallowed it all up for her.
she pulled you up from the floor and threw you onto the bed on your tummy, not even giving you a chance to flip over. she forced into doggy before she and pushed into your tight cunt, making you cry out because she gave you no prep! :((
“t-thank you! thank you!” you stuttered out, she was pounding into you so forcefully it made you jerk forward and the bed squeak.
the viewers went wild at the sight. comments after comments of them saying how adorable you were, still thanking your girlfriend even though she’s abusing your poor cunny with your ass smacking against her pelvis.
winter began to use her fingers as well, whenever she thrusted out she would push her fingers in. giving you no room to breath making you squeal and cum all over the sheets and her pelvis!
she finally turned you around, your face was stained with tears while you eyes were shut tight from the overwhelming pleasure. her eyes began to drift from your face to where you connected but stopped when she saw a tummy bulge, making her groan out.
“you feel me, baby? am i fucking you good?” she asked you, pressing down on the bugle, making you moan out as you nodded your head.
“words, pretty.” she demanded, pulling her finger out to rub your little bundle of nerves, watching how you tried to run away from her torture.
“y-yes! yes! you feel s-so ngh~ good!” you mustered out looking into her eyes, watching how she smirked.
you came once again with winter behind you, cumming inside you, marking you up with her warm seed, reminding her horny viewers that only she can fucked you stupid and cum inside you <33
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kyri45 · 25 days ago
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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 16/10✨
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Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~
Anonimo ha chiesto: i absolutely adore your shadowpeach bio-parents au comics they flow really nicely from post to post, and i looove the balance between angst & fluff i feel as if with shadowpeach, its always either angst or fluff- no inbetween, but somehow you've found a really nice mixture of both thanks for singlehandedly keeping me in the LMK fandom haha
Thank you! Fluff and angst keep going around each other like a microwave ahah
Anonimo ha chiesto: So like with mks monkey form does he have to deal with shedding during summer I think it would be funny if macaque and Mk got fluffier during winter. Wukong wouldn't complain about a fluffy macaque though probably like sleeping with the best plushy.
Oh man I think they do indeed haha. Pigsy would scold MK bc he keeps finding fur hair everywhere in the house
Anonimo ha chiesto: You seem like someone who knows a lot about the LMK fandom, so I must ask where does the idea of Princess Iron Fan and Macaque being sworn siblings come from? Like, is it from JTTW, and im just not aware of it, I'm still trying to learn as much as I can, and I need to actually read the book. The fact that people assume I know a lot about the fandom is so hilarious (not in a mocking way, I'm just very surprised) bc like- I watched the whole show in 1 day, speedwatched Overly sarcastic production recap of JTTW and read half of the book in a week. All of this in July. That's everything that I know from the fandom.
I think it's an headcanon. in JTTW Wukong, Macaque and DBK are all part of the brotherhood so.
Anonimo ha chiesto: First off I LOVE your comic but I have the animal autism and wanted to share some Monkey facts: monkeys don't sweat like humans do they mostly sweat on the palms and feet, areas they have no fur. For overheating monkeys mainly seek shade staying under trees , increase respiration (panting), seeking water sources. Also some species might shed for a thinner coat during summer. Sweating is an exclusively human thing and why humans have been so successful humans are persistent hunters. We would often follow herds for miles waiting for them to tire and overheat while sweating keeps us perfectly cool. Humans are also the only animal to blush. Lol Again no hate love the comic I love me some Flustered blushing gay monkeys. I just have the animal autism and wanted to info dump.
Thank you for the animal fact dump! Those were actually super interesting facts!
@draxeanlxia ha chiesto: Hey question that I have no idea if you already answered but how old is MK in your BIO Parents AU? I know people (usually) believe him to at least 18 due to China’s minimum driving age but others believe him to in his early 20s. Also Mac in your AU said was ‘grown ass man’ during the baby arc. So in your AU, how old is MK?
So. in the AU he's 21 y/o. Meaning that when he arrived to Pigsy door they saw him and went "yeah, he looks around 2/3" and from then they counted on. Buut there's also the thing that he looks a little younger than that age. I wont say anything else.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Who your Favorite Lmk character??
mmmmmmm... MK bc he's monkey now. Before season 4 probably Macaque or Wukong. But I have a "thing" for characters discovering they are actually a different species and slowly gaining new/different body features bc of that, so when I saw him flickering at the end of s4 I flew to a different universe. Literally the whole reason this AU exist is because I would die for this trope
Anonimo ha chiesto: What inspired your Human Wukong & Mac designs? Mostly because my brain looks at Macaque and thinks “Cranky middle aged pirate” meanwhile Wukong’s is “That chill gay uncle” (this is based off of purely looks by the way)
Macaque is drama queen so of course he would wear a trenchvoat during fall. plus he's old inside and outside bc of all Wukong bullshit. Wukong is your friendly neighbour who lives in a sketchy house and survives on peach sodas and chips (oh wait that's just canon Wukong.)
ainnur ha chiesto: You know I like how Wukong in your comic just compare something hot with Laozi's furnace. Like with spicy food and time he help MK created the weapon. Mk: You know Wukong you mention Laozi's furnace a lot. Must really tough 49 days for you... Wukong:Yeah worst 49 years *eating peach* Mk: Can tell- wait- years..? Wukong: Yeah a day at heaven is like one year here or so..Do the math, bud *continue to eat the peach* Mk:.... what..? Wukong just casually and accidently recall his trauma because he thought it never effect him like his other trauma. Also the brotherhood have 49 years to help him but they didn't do anything. "Yeah because normally you would rush into my rescue"
Thank you for giving me this traumatic info I didn't know about. Now I will never look at Wukong the same (why did my boy have to suffer so much)
Anonimo ha chiesto: Macaque: I think I'm in love with Wukong . . . Any thoughts. Chiyou: and prayers you're going to need them.
me too bitch, the fuck
@mirror-queen226 ha chiesto: I agree about the last ask you posted (about Wukong surely wearing a dress on a date), and I just couldn't help but say my own headcanon too (with a little bit of knowledge about the ancient times that Wukong was just a child on the jttw and lmk): I dunno if you agree but okay. Honestly, both Wukong and Mac/Mihou (like i usually call him) does not care about clothes, if they feel comfortable with them, be it for woman or man, they'll wear it, especially Wukong though, I feel like he'd act like a famous diva in a on a runway showcasing new high-class clothes from Victoria Secret, Channel, or something, whilst Mac is much more discreet but not too far from that too. And considering Wukong was wearing WOMAN clothes when he was in the brotherhood in the season 4 lmk flashback, it just made me believe in that headcanon even more :) Also, I am really loving your au, it's just so perfect the way you develop every character slow and patiently, keeping their personalities untouched, not changing but instead expanding and showing them a bit more, how they are really trying to improve (Wukong and Mihou in this case) and how satisfying it is to see. I always rush to see the new updates you post about the Biodads au every time i see too, and honestly, one of the 5 best au's ever, you draw so good too, it's adorable! That's all I wanted to say, have a nice day, drink water and take care of your health! 🥰🥰🥰
Yeah true! Like they are shapeshifter, they wouldn't care what species they are, even less the perceived gender norms
Anonimo ha chiesto: Little question, while the monkeys where at Chiyou's forge, shadowpeach where still sleeping together or not?
They were all sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor (but they all were close to each other.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Generally curious what you think would have happened if MK had not been woken up and the stone wasn't broken what do you think would have happen. would he had grown up on FFM?
Aww he probably would have been raised by Wukong. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.
@wolfsonic ha chiesto: I have question! Does Rumble and Sabage have sentience in your stories? Like, do they have their own personalities like MK clones do? If yes, what do they think of WuKong and MK? Also, will we see more of them? Cause I'd love Mk to meet them when he wasn't stuck as a cub and not remember.
Yeah I think they have a littel bit of personalities. They like both MK and Wukong, but would also do prank on him.
Anonimo ha chiesto: I think I won't say I'm in love from Hercules fits macaque very well
The little monkeys are the muse doing backup choir
Anonimo ha chiesto: Can we see what a courtnapping room typically looks like?
Courtnapping rooms are made specifically for the courted one, so they are all different. Basically, the room should include everything the courted person would need to live comfortable and also a collection of things they like / to pass the time /love.
It must show that the person courtnapping them is able to provide, care and protect for them. And also knows what makes them happy.
So it can be a huge castle full of jewerly and elegant clothes/ornaments or just a cozy room with some chips and video games.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Is LBD going to be a topic in your au again ?
maybe
@wolfasketch ha chiesto: We need MK interacting with his new found Auntie and Uncle please(we also new to see Red being flustered by MK while his parents are around and PIF being like "Ooohhhh")
We are VERY luky Red Son and MK didn't grew up together or we would have thier parents playing love-matching with them while they are toodlers
Anonimo ha chiesto: could we possibly get a traffic light trio and shadopeach grooming train at some point, i would love to see some bonding time between them all <3 and i would love to see mk grooming redsons hair since there's so much of it
Wait who would be the second person to be groomed? I assume RedSon hair are too hot to touch. (when he's flustered, at least)
Anonimo ha chiesto: So like how does Redsons hair/ fire work. Does it just feel warm to MK and Mei. Will it only burn/ hurt you if he doesn't trust you. Another note it must be nice having two fire demon friends during winter.
I think when he's relaxed, the hair is just- a little bit warm, then with his feelings and emotion it can go up to a bigillion degrees, so it's not harmful as long as he can control it.
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whore4abby · 11 months ago
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CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE ABBY GIVING YOU BIRTHDAY SEX (it’s my birthday LMFAO) and her just being sweet and gentle but also giving it to you goooddddd
birthday girl; abby anderson
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warnings; smut - cunnilingus (r), strap-on usage (r), mdni
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an; also im sorry this is like a month late (happy belated birthday!!!! <3) but i finally got around to writing it and i decided to be a slut and post it on my own birthday hehe🤭
you’re laid on your back against the plush clean sheets of your bed after such an eventful day of abby taking you out shopping - with her credit card of course. which was followed by her taking you out to dinner at a super fancy restaurant, the two of you sitting together in a private booth over-looking the city.
abby is above you, kissing up and down your neck pulling away occasionally to whisper sweet nothings to you softly. and eventually with practiced ease, she kneels down between your spread legs. she positions her mouth directly over your waiting pussy and sucks greedily at your clit, following up with a firm wet swipe of her tongue. the tip of her tongue slipping inside of you, circling around lazily before she begins to press her face further into you, lapping up all your slick.
her calloused hands reach underneath you, cupping your ass cheeks as she laps at you sloppily, your slick splattering across your inner thighs. “fuck, abs~” you whine out and your hand makes its way to the back of her head, thighs involuntarily clamping around her head, a mocking laugh leaving her throat as she pushes your knees apart, gazing down to see how wet you are.
“shit, baby. never get tired of this fuckin cunt.” her pupils are blown wide as she catches sight of your sticky folds, slick practically oozing out of your tight hole. a low whine falling from your lips as she pulls away, “why’d you stop!? please”
abby ignores your pleas but finally drops her head back down to continue her onslaught now with a sense of urgency as she can tell you're getting close. she attaches her lips to your swollen clit, wholly sucking it into her warm mouth, “m’gonna cum~” you moan and writhe around beneath her as your release spills out onto her tongue.
she kisses at your inner thighs before pulling back, wiping away your cum from her chin haphazardly before standing up at the side of the bed and pulling you towards her by your hips, you ass resting on the edge of the bed.
she nudges the tip of her against your slit a couple times to wetten it before she sinks inside. your eyes flutter closed as she completely fills you up, stretching you out around the purple silicone, “bet this is the only thing you wanted, huh? to be filled up by me, huh birthday girl?” the sound of her low voice causing your eyes to open and you nod, struggling to form words as you're still so fucked out from the last orgasm she gave you mere seconds ago, “m-mhm.”
that all too familiar cocky look spreads across her face and she retracts her hips before pushing back into you again, mushroomed tip kissing against your cervix as she gets into a steady rhythm, “look at you swallowing me up. sucha good girl~” she leans forward and connects your mouths together to give you open-mouthed kisses, her tongue slipping into your mouth and letting you taste the remnants of your release.
abby pulls away and briefly cradles your face in her hands, “fuck, you’re so beautiful.” she whispers, planting her hands on your hips to pull you into her each stroke. your inner walls clench around her cock, and you’re grasping at the back of her neck trying to keep her close as she buries herself to the hilt inside you, her own wetness seeping through the thin cotton and mixing together with yours, leaving the crotch of her boxers utterly soaked.
“you gonna cum?” she whispers against your lips, speeding up her thrusts and hitting that sweet spot inside you with every stroke. you nod dumbly, looking up into her eyes as choked out words leaving you wet lips, “uh huh.”
“cum for me, baby~” she pants out between rough, breathless gasps as she speeds her thrusts up slightly, you whimper at the sensation, arching your back and gripping at her hair to keep her as close as humanly possible. she shudders and grunts as she watches you cum. she moans loudly and bucks her hips, thrusting roughly into you as she reaches her own climax.
“goddamn, babe.” she purrs with a playful smirk, kissing you deeply. she slowly pulls out of your body with a wet pop, her cock slipping out before she rolls onto her back, pulling you along so you’re laying half on top of her.
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souliebird · 4 months ago
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[[and then I met you || ch. 24]]
Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit
Summary:
A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.
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It is by some birthday miracle Minnie has yet to run out of energy.
Usually, once she has her bath and changes into her pajamas, she starts to wind down, but today is a special, exciting day, so she just keeps on going. 
It probably does not help that as part of her massive birthday haul, she got a new onesie pajama that makes her look like an oversized mouse - including big ears and a long tail. As soon as you finished zipping her in and pulled the hood up, your daughter went absolutely feral. She started scampering around on all fours - pretending she was indeed her namesake.
That was ten minutes ago, and you don’t think she’ll stop anytime soon. Especially not with Matt encouraging her. 
You watch from your spot on the couch as Minnie scurries over to the dining table, crawling under one of the chairs to hide. In the kitchen, Matt is dramatically pretending to look around while he holds up the butterfly net that came with a toy bug hunting kit. 
“Here, mousey, mousey, mousey,” he calls out in a low voice, which only serves to send Minnie into a fit of giggles. “Here, mousey, mousey, mousey.”
You, of course, play along and muse out, “I don’t know Mister Exterminator, this mouse may be too smart. I don’t know if you’ll be able to catch her.”
“You’re right,” he says, straightening up and he turns to face you. He rests the net on his shoulder, then taps at his chin with the index finger of his opposite hand, “I think we are going to have to set a trap.”
“A trap?” you question. You appear to keep your full attention on Matt, but in reality, you are sneaking a picture. Mouse is crouched in her hiding spot, hands covering her mouth. It takes everything in you to not start laughing.
“A trap, my Queen. We’re going to need some cheese, a stick, and a bucket.”
“I’m bigger than a bucket!” Minnie suddenly protests before realizing she’s given away where she is and clamps her hands back over her mouth. Matt whips around and starts towards her, raising his net with a mock menace.
“Gotcha!”
Minnie tries to dash towards you and the couch, but Matt, gently and with amazing precision, brings the net down on her head. Your little one instantly collapses to the floor like she has no bones. She reaches towards you, and with a performance worthy of an Oscar, declares, “Tell Scooby I loves him!” before falling over. 
You do your part by gasping as Matt scoops up her limp little body. He brings her over to you, presenting her with a slight kneel, “The Mouse Princess has been slain, my Queen.”
Minnie is trying her best to keep her eyes squeezed shut and suppress her giggles, so to make it even harder, you take on a blasé attitude, “Oh, how very sad. Now she can’t come to the super-secret dance party.”
Little eyes pop open and Matt sets her on her feet as she squirms back to life, “I wanna go to the super...super secret dance party!”
The Dance Party is your scheme to get the last of Minnie’s energy out. You do not want her to stay up too late past her bedtime, or she is going to be grumpy tomorrow. No one wants a grumpy toddler at the zoo. 
“You want to go to the super secret dance party?” Matt confirms, a large grin starting to form on his lips, and Minnie nods so hard her eared hood falls off. 
You go to fix it, fluffing the ears so they properly stand up, “What song should we play first, Mouse Princess?”
This is a hard decision, and as she thinks over her options, Mouse sticks her fingers into her mouth. This is a behavior you are beginning to think you should address, but you want to do more research and consult with Matt as well. You have been wondering if it helps her focus - her own way of limiting out the various inputs she must be constantly receiving. You think that maybe having her hand in her mouth helps to mask other smells, because you have noticed she doesn’t actually suck on them - they just are inserted - and it's something she does when she’s thinking.
Or it may be that she's a toddler and likes the taste of her fingers and you are once again overthinking everything. 
“R-B-S-T!” Minnie finally declares, throwing her hands up in the air. Matt looks absolutely baffled by the decision, but luckily, you speak Minnie, and know exactly what she wants. You grab your phone, open up your music app, and go to your daughter’s playlist to select the requested song. 
You get up as Aretha Franklin begins on the speakers.
This is one of Minnie’s favorite songs to sing and dance to, and yours as well. You have listened to it so many times you almost have little routine together. You begin to shimmy your shoulders at your daughter as she does the same to you, leaning forward and singing in sync.
“What you want. Baby, I got it! What you need, you know I got it!”
Matt lights up and it takes him less than a beat to jump into bopping along. It is one of those songs you think everyone knows the lyrics to, so you aren’t surprised when he joins in singing at Minnie. You quickly become a dancing circle, grooving together. Minnie stumbles over some words but her toddler heart is completely in it. She belts out the song, the biggest smile on her face as you mime some of what is being said.  
You continue to dance as the song changes to one that filled your childhood. You carefully curated the playlist to be free of any Disney Sing-a-longs or other toddler centric jams - these are strictly songs you actually enjoy that are safe for Minnie to listen to. You picked one-hit wonders and things that tend to fill the radio airwaves on a Friday night. 
The song is popular enough that Matt seems to know some of the words - or he is shamelessly making them up. You aren’t going to fact check him. You are too caught up in watching him dance - he’s completely thrown himself into it. He even has a little bounce in his step. 
His t-shirt is tight around his chest and when he raises his arms, his shirt rides up, showing off a belt of skin above his pajama pants. You can see the band of his boxers - a brand you aren’t aware of - and it makes your skin warm. You know you should not stare, but it is hard not to.
Especially when he does a spin.
Your eyes drop down to his behind and you feel like an absolute pervert ogling him. How does he manage to choose clothes that emphasize how wonderfully fit he is while still looking so casual? 
You tear yourself away from his perfect physique and try to enjoy the playtime with your daughter. You need to wear her out, which means you need to be more enthusiastic with your dancing.
You have found a strange upside to Matt being Blind and that is you are more comfortable acting a bit of a fool around him. He isn’t going to stop and stare at you for doing something silly for Minnie and the idea that he can’t perceive you in that way is doing wonders for your anxiety. You are very much aware that he knows what you are doing because of those amazing senses of his but you don’t feel judged in the way you do if you know someone is seeing you. It is probably Ableist in some way, but you like being able to relax more around him. 
You don’t need to hide who you are or pretend to be someone you are not. 
You begin to move your hips, swirling them as you throw your hands up into the air. You get a full body motion going, quickly adding in a few twirls. 
Mouse is quick to copy you, arms up, spinning, and rocking side to side. You slowly add in some arm pumps to get her little muscles really going. Matt seems to catch on to what you are trying to do, as he starts to add in some leg kicks to his dances, which Minnie instantly incorporates into her movements. Soon enough, she looks like she’s either in a mini mosh pit or - since she’s in a mouse costume - she’s a tiny kaiju trying to ravage an invisible town. 
You go through two more pop chart toppers before Minnie shows any signs of slowing down. As soon as you sense that her enthusiasm is dipping, you move onto step two of your devious plan.
“Do you want to dance with Daddy?”
The answer is obviously a yes. 
The Mouse Princess gets scooped up and set on Matt’s hip and he takes one of her small hands in his so he can guide her around in a dance. You let them have one bopping dance, where it is all energy and Minnie shimming like crazy before you sneakily switch the playlist. 
The next song has a beat to dance to, but it is nothing like the previous ones. Matt gradually slows so he is rocking in place, pretending to slow dance with his daughter. 
You stop at that point and stay on your phone, holding it up to record him mouthing the words to ‘Fly Me To The Moon’ while Minnie slowly starts to sink against his shoulder. You can’t help but sway to the music, a soft smile spreading across your face. 
You never thought you would get this - not just seeing Minnie’s father being so absolutely sweet with her, but having a family where these sorts of moments can happen. You didn’t think this was the type of life you would get to live. 
Instead of indifference, you are surrounded by love. It may not be love for you, but you get to soak it all in and enjoy how your daughter is absolutely spoiled. Matt is so clearly head over heels for her, wrapped around her little finger more than you are, and it seems like he is dragging his entire network along with him. 
His friends went hog wild in terms of getting gifts for your little toddler. Not only did Foggy give her the pogo stick, but she got all sorts of stickers from him and coloring books - and his Mom - who you really need to meet at this point - sent home baked cookies and Scooby Doo themed puzzles. Karen was not to be outdone, though, as she and Frank went the doll route. They entered your apartment with a two-story wooden Victorian style dollhouse that the Punisher apparently refurbished. They had full Princess themed furnishing to go with it and you can only imagine that poor Karen is going to be getting doll ads for months.
Sister Maggie sent along more practical things - some learning to read books. To your great surprise, all of the simple stories come with print lettering and Braille, and Minnie now also has a big letter board that has the same. You want her to learn the language and now she and Matt can read bedtime stories together. 
You still have trouble comprehending that all these people are in your daughter’s life now. It so effortlessly went from being just the two of you to an extended Family. 
And even Minnie is understanding that. 
While Foggy is Froggy and Sister Maggie is Daddy’s Mommy, Miss Karen has been officially upgraded to Auntie Karen. You do not know what triggered the change in title, but she was lording it over Foggy and Frank like it was a status symbol. 
You have promised to take so many pictures to send to them while you are at the zoo and the sheer idea that other people want the photos makes you giddy. You know you are going to end up printing some out to frame. You want to send something to Sister Maggie and you just know Matt will want one - or fifteen - for his desk. 
You are dragged from your thoughts when Minnie finally, finally yawns. 
You stop the music before it can go onto the next crooner and step towards your favorite pair, “Are you getting sleepy, baby?”
She nods against Matt’s shoulder before turning her head so she can use him as a pillow.
“Okay, let's get you into bed,” you coo. Luckily, she does not protest - she is completely petered out and you are not sure if she’ll even make it to the bed before she's in a deep sleep. 
The Dance Party was a complete success, and you decide it will be something to keep in your back pocket when Mouse is too active at night.
You follow Matt as he carries Minnie to the bedroom. He is still just barely swaying her in his arms still, tempting her closer and closer to Dreamland. 
You slip around him to get into the room first so you can make sure the sheets and covers are turned down. As the dead weight that is your daughter is slipped into bed, you turn on the air conditioner, so the room gets nice and cold. By the time you get back to Mouse’s side, Matt has gotten her sleep headband on and secured, and you can't tell if she's awake or not.
Apparently, she is still somewhat conscious, because Matt asks in the softest and sweetest voice, “Did you have a good birthday, my love?”
Minnie’s lips barely move as she mumbles out an, “uh-huh.”
“I'm glad. Mommy and Daddy love you very much. Sweet dreams, my little angel.”
He gives her a kiss to the cheek, then steps aside so that you can do the same. As you pull back, she weakly smacks her lips together and breathes out, “Luff.”
Your heart grows three sizes, and you truly feel like the Grinch when you have to pull Matt from the room. You know, if he could, he would stand there all night, standing dutifully by her side as she slept.
But Mouse Princess Minnie needs her rest, and you need help cleaning up the aftermath of the party. 
The dining table is covered in various arts and crafts projects. Minnie had practically run a little sweat shop with how she had multiple adults sat and focused on painting and building things with popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners. Luckily, everything is dry now and can be moved. You have a scrapbook you are going to put some pieces in, and others are going to be hung up around the apartment. 
You want to keep everything Minnie makes - you have no relics from your childhood, and you don't want that for her. You want to sit down with her when she's an adult and laugh together about how cute she was. 
As you start to clear the table, Matt begins to walk around the room, picking up any lingering trash. You've been good at cleaning throughout the day and not letting things sit, but you still had things like empty birthday bags and toy boxes out. You can see him snapping out of the corner of your eyes as he gathers things, and it makes you smile. You are always fascinated about how he navigates the world and using echolocation to clean isn’t something you would have thought possible.
“I didn't picture you as the dancing type,” he teases across the room as you sort arts and crafts.
“Oh, I am not,” is your instant reply and you can’t help but screw up your face at the idea of you being a dancer.
“Really? You seemed to know what you were doing.”
“Definitely not,” you insist. You feel yourself start to flush as Matt chuckles behind you.
“I think you are selling yourself short. I bet there were more eyes on you than you realized when you went dancing.” You know he is being sweet and trying to boost your ego, but you’ve never been out dancing. You didn’t even go to your prom. In fact, the last time you danced with someone who wasn’t Minnie was in middle school, at one of the in-school dance events.
That isn’t something you really want to admit, so you go with, “I don’t really go out dancing.” 
He gives the faintest of sighs from the living room, so you decide to try and humor him and add, “I don’t think I’d enjoy a club, but I always thought learning ballroom would be fun. Less people and..you know,” you motion up and for some reason twirl your hand, “less bass.”
“That does seem more your style,” he replies, and you heat up even more. You know he can’t see you, but you duck your head to try and hide how you must be blushing.
As always, when you feel yourself start to get flustered, your brain takes a backseat to your mouth. You muse out, “I always wanted to learn to slow dance.”
You instantly start to mentally berate yourself. You sound like a complete idiot - as far as you know there is no method to slow dancing beyond swaying. You equate things like waltzing and other partner dances with slow dancing - even though the terminology isn’t right.
“You’ve never slow danced?” 
He sounds surprised and you want to smother yourself with the artwork in your hands. You are digging a hole of pathetic-ness and you need to abandon this topic of conversation before Matt realizes how lame you truly are. To do this, you tell him, “I told you I’m not the dancing type.” 
Matt doesn’t respond, so you think you are in the clear. You don’t dare look over at him, instead keeping your focus on Minnie’s painting of Max you’ve just picked up. Her drawings are getting more and more defined - you can actually tell this is meant to be a dog as opposed to her usual circle-based creatures. You are so proud of her, and you can’t wait until she’s more comfortable with writing. You think her toddler handwriting is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
“Siri,” Matt suddenly says from right behind you, making you start with fright and drop the painting back to the table, “play ‘At Last’ by Etta James.”
You whirl around to find Matt impossibly close, holding his phone up to speak into it. You quickly start to shake your head, just barely chanting, “no, no, no, no,” at him.
“Getting that from your Music Playlist,” the phone traitorously replies before the song starts to play.  Matt reaches past you to set his phone down on the table, then that same hand goes to your waist.
You try to protest by saying his name, but he cuts you off, “Humor me.”
Your anxiety can’t fight that as much as you want to, so you very reluctantly let him pull you away from the table and towards the emptier area of the kitchen. You cannot look at him as he guides you into position - you can only stare at your feet and pray for the internet to cut out and turn off the music. 
But of course, that doesn’t happen. 
Matt slowly begins to sway, and you force yourself to awkwardly follow along. He must know how uncomfortable you are, as the thumb that is on your hip starts to rub in slow circles and he starts talking in a soft voice, “they never played a lot of music at St. Agnes’, but Father Lantom used to have a radio in his office. He’d have it going after hours, when he was doing paperwork or working on sermons. I would focus on it to help me sleep - they’d always play the same things over and over and it became like white noise to help dampen everything else. He used to hum along with this one.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to him and not the lyrics to the song. You don’t think you’ve heard him refer to this person before, but you are guessing this is the man who ran the Church Matt grew up in. 
“It’s a good song,” you mumble, trying your best to engage with him instead of being overwhelmed. 
“It is,” he agrees. He steps a breath closer to you then oh so gently, just barely touches his forehead to yours. All of your embarrassment evaporates, and you are very hyper aware of everywhere you and Matt are touching. Your throat tightens a fraction, and your heart begins to pound so loudly it drowns out the music. 
You want to apologize because you know Matt must be able to hear your heart becoming a drum and it must be annoying, but all you can do is sway in his arms. 
You feel his breath on your cheek when he asks in a whisper, “is this okay?” and you can’t do anything more than get your head to nod up and down once. His response, for some unknown reason, is to give a pleased hum. The noise is like lightning down your spine, making you shiver against him and instead of letting you go like you would expect, he becomes even closer. 
Your reaction is to curl your fingers tighter around him and you don’t understand why. Part of you wants to run and hide under your covers and never speak of this moment again, but another wants to stay like this forever, because despite your panic, isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?
To be held?
Even if it is a ruse. 
Matt is taking pity on you and dancing with you as a bit of a tease, but he’s not being cruel. You told him you don’t dance, so of course he wants to dance. You’ve seen the interaction in film and television plenty of times - Matt is a good man and wants you to have fun.
And you are, aren’t you? 
You’re having fun.
You had a wonderful day filled with laughter and joy, and now it is ending in a sweet moment. 
You can let yourself enjoy this. 
Matt breathes your name against your cheek and the lightning feeling is back, “you’re overthinking again.”
“I’m trying not to,” you promise him, because you truly are trying to tamper down your thoughts. It is just hard not to when your mind won’t stop spinning. 
“Do you want this?” he asks after a moment and you have no idea what he means, but honestly it doesn’t matter. Every fiber of your being screams the same thing as soon as the words leave him.
“Yes.”
The world comes to a sudden halt as Matthew Murdock’s lips press against yours. 
They are soft and warm and as sweet as you remember them being. They are hesitant, almost delicate, as they move against yours. A gentle hand comes up and cups your cheek and it snaps you back into reality. 
The dam inside you breaks and you do not think - you only act.
Your hands launch up to tangle into his short hair and you kiss Matt back with a hunger you did not know you had.
His reaction is instantaneous - within a moment you are backed against a countertop, and he is practically devouring you. He is groaning low in his throat, sounding almost animalistic, and the hand that was on your hip is now on the small on your back, keeping you pressed firmly against him. Gone is the sweet, innocent moment - you need him in a biblical way, and you think he feels the same. 
To your own surprise, it is you who pushes things further, biting at his lower lip. He opens himself easily for you and you reward this by licking into his mouth. 
He may have you pinned to the counter, but you do not feel trapped. You know if you showed any doubt about what was happening or indicated you wanted to stop - consciously or unconsciously - Matt would be across the room in a second. 
You don’t need to be scared with him - you know that now - and that only fuels your fire.
You need to be touched.
You need to be held. 
You need Matt to fuck you stupid.
And by the bulge starting to press into your hip, you think he is more than happy to do just that. 
Matt breaks the kiss, only to move his mouth down to your neck. He drags his tongue and teeth over the sensitive skin there causing obscene little noises to come out of you.
“Sound so good,” he growls into your throat and all sorts of heady reactions course through you. “Smell so fucking good. Drives me crazy.” He emphasizes his point by burying his nose into your pulse point before biting down. Your cunt clenches around nothing and you whimper out his name, but he isn’t done with his praise yet, continuing on between lapping at your skin, “Sit there so innocent and sweet, not knowing I want to bury my face between your legs. Can’t think when you get all flustered. Want my tongue on you at all times.”
His words wash over you, but you can’t contextualize what he is Actually saying. All you can hear is his current need and desire and you want his tongue on you as well. You know how well he can use it and your body craves him.
You don’t know how to tell him what you want beyond hiking your leg up to wrap around him and pressing your hips forward with a needy, “Please, Matt.”
It seems that is all he needs you to say. 
Like you weigh nothing, he lifts you up and sets you on the counter. You lean back to push your sleeping shorts and panties down and he is there to help, practically tearing them off your legs and sending them across the kitchen. As soon as that barrier is gone, Matt wastes not one second - he drops to his knees between your legs and drags you forward by your hips, throwing your thighs over his shoulders. 
Any shame you may have is gone the moment he drags his nose from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit and only then do you realize how absolutely soaked you are. 
He starts to mumble something under his breath, but you can’t hear him over how heavy you are breathing. The hot puffs of air against you are the worst type of tease and already making your muscles quake. To keep yourself from slipping, you place one hand on the counter, then use the other to grab onto Matt’s hair. You must grab too hard as he shudders under your fingers, but he keeps up his soft words.
He’s so close and you haven’t been touched in so so long that you cannot take this. 
“Matt, please,” you beg and again he shakes under your hand. 
“Amen,” you just barely hear before his voice raises just enough to be actually audible, “Don’t worry, my darling, I’ll take care of you, now.”
You nearly lose it when he finally puts his mouth on you. You are already worked up and so sensitive, that a few flicks of his tongue has you mewling. That only serves to encourage him, and he buries himself deeper into your core, moaning shamelessly like he is the one being pleasured. You grip tightly onto his hair to try to keep some composure, but you are already right on the edge. 
Your hips start to twitch, and your abdomen starts to tighten before you realize it. Your head rolls back as you start to chant Matt’s name in a pant, begging him to chase your incoming orgasm. 
He, of course, happily obeys. 
It is not mind shattering, but it has you rocking forward to curl around Matt’s head, your other hand coming around to claw at his shoulders as you come. He keeps his tongue working until your thighs stop quaking, then he pulls back. He grins up at you like he’s a kid in the lewdest candy store - his mouth and chin and glistening with your juices and it’s clear he couldn’t be prouder of himself.
“One,” he purrs out and you start to laugh a little from how cute he is in your giddy state. You remember in your night together all those years ago, he had also counted your orgasms. It didn’t come off as smug then and it definitely doesn’t now.
He effortlessly raises up to his feet and you let your legs fall from his shoulders to wrap around his waist instead. His hands glide down from your hips to your thighs before he tugs you forward so he's holding you up. He slowly starts to back away from the kitchen and you secure your hold on his shoulders, so you don’t slip as he carries you.
You can’t help but lean forward and kiss him. Your slick tastes tart on his lips, but you don’t care - especially when you can feel him melting into your touch. You keep things slow and languid as he brings you to the couch. You pull away as he gently lays you down, but not fully. Your hands drop to his stomach, and you tug at his shirt, “Off.”
“Yes, My Queen.”
He fluidly pulls it off before crawling over you and boxing your head in with his large arms. You loop yours around his neck again as he dips to kiss you again. 
The feral need inside of you has been temporarily satiated, so you can enjoy this slower exploration. Your hands smooth over his neck and back and you cannot believe how muscular he is. His suits do a good job to keep him looking lean so that you often forget how much raw power he holds. You feel like you could get lost in just touching him - tracing along his skin to feel each little freckle and scar. 
It seems like he could do the same for you. While keeping one arm down to keep himself held up over you, the other makes its way between you. His hand pushes up under your oversized t-shirt and up to your ribs. You aren’t very ticklish, but you still shudder and arch at his touch. He easily finds your breast and massages it a few times before pinching at your nipple. 
You gasp into his mouth, and as he begins to tweak and play with it, you have to turn your head away because you can’t keep up with his kissing.
“So sensitive,” he teases in a whisper. He nips at your ear before starting to make his way down your neck again. 
“Feels good,” you reply, trying to not whine, but you are pretty sure you fail. 
Matt hums in response before scooting down your body. You hook your legs around his waist as he pushes your shirt up to reveal your breasts, then watch as he bends to take one in his mouth. You close your eyes as he begins to suckle and pleasure washes through you. 
You bring a hand up to scratch lightly at the base of his skull as he starts to worship your chest. He is sure to make sure your other nipple isn’t neglected, pinching and flicking at it in time with his tongue. It doesn’t take long for your core to start pulsing and gushing again, but Matt stays focused on his task. He starts to alternate which breast gets the attention of his mouth versus his hand and soon enough you are thinking you can cum again just from this. 
You start to squirm and pant under him, but it is when you rock your hips into him that he changes course. 
You feel him move and adjust, but you don’t know how, as he never neglects you for a second. Once he is how he needs to be, the hand not already preoccupied slips between the two of you. He runs one finger over your slit, pushing between your labia to coat himself in you. You can’t help but moan at the teasing. 
But he doesn’t do it long - as soon as he’s slick, he pushes into you. 
His finger is thick, and the stretch feels perfect - it isn’t too much, but a little more might be too uncomfortable. He starts to pump his finger in time with his tongue and all you can do is lay there and take it. You are on the edge of being overwhelmed, but right in the state of bliss.
Praise starts to tumble from your mouth this time, as you keep up scratching at his neck and shoulders. 
“Feels so good. Already so close. Please, Matt. Need you.” 
Before you even realize you are ready for it, he pushes a second finger into you, and you are nearly seeing stars. You know his cock is big and you need the stretching, especially after so long, but part of you just wants him in you now. He’s always so sweet and he’s not going to hurt you in that way, so you know he’s going to make sure you are ready before fucking you. 
But you are still going to be needy about it. 
You start to roll your hips, wanting more and more and more. It takes you a few tries to match his pace, but once you do, the buildup is quick. You can feel it in your thighs first, tingling and spasming as your release gets closer. 
Matt releases your nipple from his mouth long enough to encourage you, “Cum for me, darling. Cum on my fingers.” 
He crooks his fingers as he latches back onto you and you white out. You shake and curl as your orgasm rocks you and Matt doesn’t let up at all. His fingers pump and work your way through it until you cannot take any more stimulus and you have to try and crawl away. He takes pity on you and pulls back and slides his fingers out. 
They instantly go into his mouth, and he licks them clean in the most obscene way possible. You watch him through half lidded eyes, admiring everything about his physique. 
Only once he’s finished his task do you reach for him. Your fingers skate from his chest down his abs until you can grab his boxers and pajama pants. You tug them down enough to free his cock and it is a thing of beauty. It’s thick with a slight curve and one pulsing vein running along it. The head is swollen and red and leaking pre-cum like a faucet. You wrap your fingers around the base and slowly stroke up. Matt’s head rolls back, his lips parting just slightly, and he looks like he is in absolute heaven. 
“Didn’t get to taste you last time,” you tease, and you are practically salivating at the idea of having him in your mouth. You want to return all the pleasure he's given you. He needs to be the one to lay back and enjoy your mouth on him.
He groans before rolling forward, so he is hovering over you again. “There will be time for that later, can’t wait for you any longer,” he says in a low voice, and despite his eyes not functioning as they should, you can see the hunger in them. 
You more than understand that and lean up to meet him in a kiss. Your hand is still wrapped around him, so you give a few pumps to smear his pre-cum, and as you do, he quietly swears.
“I don’t have a condom.”
The words hit you hard and your eager and horny mind of course throws out the first thing you think, “You already got me pregnant once with one.”
Matt’s nose flares at that and his cock twitches hard in your hand. He swallows thickly before asking, “Are you clean?”
“I am,” you promise. “I haven’t been with anyone since you. Are you?” He gives a jerky nod and when he does, you rub your thumb over his head, teasing the slit, “then I’m okay without one.”
He surges forward to crash into your lips, and you release your hold on him so that he can position himself. You tangle your fingers into his hair again, and to test a little theory, tug at it. He all but moans into your mouth and you can’t help but ask, “Do you like that?” 
“Yes,” is his instant reply. It’s his turn to tease when he rubs his cock over your needy cunt. “Bite me, scratch me, do anything you want to me. I’m yours.”
Then he pushes into you and all the thoughts and ideas in your head turn to dust. 
Even stretched out, there is still a slight burn, but it feels so wonderful. He starts with slow, shallow thrusts until he is fully inside you, only to settle for a moment. He noses down to your ear and nips at your lobe. He repeats, “I’m yours,” in a low growl before pulling out of you and slamming back in.
The pace he sets isn’t brutal, but it's clear he’s as eager and wanting as you. You drag him back into a kiss, biting at his lips as he gives you exactly what you want - what you need. One hand goes to your throat, wrapping around it but not squeezing. You respond by digging your nails into his shoulder. He hisses into your mouth, but you can tell he likes it by how he reacts.
His other hand grabs you by the hip and tilts your pelvis up so he can drive himself deeper into you. You gasp at the sudden change - his cock is hitting the perfect spot and with each stroke, you feel like you are going to lose your mind and Matt seems to know that. He begins to pepper bites and kisses along your shoulder, sending shocks of pleasure to your core with each one. 
Your anxiety is nowhere to be found, so there is nothing to hold you back from clawing at his shoulders and tugging at his hair. You guide him back to your neck, where his bites feel the best, and give breathy pleas. He digs his teeth into you as your third orgasm starts to build. 
The arm around his shoulder drops to the couch and you reach for the hand that is holding him up. He allows you to tangle your fingers together and you squeeze his hand as you clench your cunt around him. 
“I’m close,” you whimper, just as he starts to lap at your neck.
“Me too,” he pants in reply, “needed you so badly. Need you so badly.” He turns his head to press it hard against your shoulder, and asks the most ridiculous question you’ve ever heard, “do you want me to pull out?”
You shift so you can hook your leg around his waist and dig your heel into the small of his back in response while also tugging hard at his hair. 
“Fuck,” he moans into you, instantly starting to pick up his pace to the point the couch is starting to rock, “Yes, I won’t. Fuck.” He starts to chant your name in between swears and you try to use the leverage of your leg to rock your hips to meet his thrusts. 
You bite into his shoulder, so you do not cry out as your orgasm takes you by force. It feels like every muscle in your body tenses up and your hips twitch violently and euphoria rushes through you. Matt’s hips sputter once before he buries himself in you. 
You lose yourself for a few moments as you quite literally sink into bliss. Your leg relaxes around Matt, sliding down to keep around his thigh as you settle into the couch. He lets go of your hip to allow you to do that, but he follows you down, putting only some of his weight on you like a heavy, warm blanket. 
You lessen your grip on his hair so you can begin to give him light scritches and that makes him nuzzle into your neck with a pleased little noise. You return the noise, then use all the effort left in your body to turn your head to kiss his temple and squeeze his hand at the same time. 
“Stay like this,” you request. Your eyes are getting heavy, and you don’t fight to keep them open.
“Anything for you, My Queen,” he replies, sounding just as gone as you feel. You manage a chuckle and another kiss to his hairline.
“My sweet knight.”
You fall asleep under Matthew Murdock, your legs, hands, and hearts tangled together.  
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a/n: :3C Next chapter is the zoo.
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bunnyreaper · 1 year ago
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imagine meeting pervy!soap on a train.
(cw: noncon/dubcon, in public)
rammed into the tube at a super busy time against a cute, tall guy who has no right being as attractive as he is. you don't dare even look him in those gorgeous blue eyes as he smirks and makes some joke about how cosy this all is--in that fucking accent.
you're practically pinned between him and the doors, unable to move or escape in any way. he holds the rail far above him, towering over you and encasing you against him. it starts off fine, slightly uncomfortable and a little warm, but everyone is all in the same predicament at least.
when you first feel his hardness pushing against you, you do your best to ignore it--after all, it's not like it's anything other than a bodily reaction. but when you finally meet his eyes again, he knows. he knows you feel it, and he smiles--somewhere between a sheepish grin and wolfish smirk.
you expect him to apologise, to acknowledge the awkwardness and explain it away, but he doesn't. he just lets the sway of train push him further into you, just pins you with those gorgeous eyes as if he's daring you to be the one to say something first.
you hate that it makes you squirm, turns you on more than it should to have some pervs dick rubbing all over you in public, but it does. and he must be like a bloodhound, able to sense it. able to sense your arousal and your discomfort as he takes advantage of the situation, of you.
before you know it you feel him fumbling, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans--there isn't much room for him to move, his hand nudging against you with every movement until his cock is freed.
he looks down at you once more with full predator smile, gleaming teeth and something crazy in his eyes, before he flips up the hem of your skirt and nestles his length between your thighs.
"much better, right bonnie?" he sighs as the train rocks him back and forth between the plushness of your legs, against your aching, leaking cunt and soaked panties.
your ability to look at him anymore is completely gone, your ability to say anything completely diminished too. your body flushes with arousal and humiliation in equal measure as his thick, hard cock brushes back and forth. occasional the train will jerk violently, making his cock head push right against your clit.
your moans are swallowed by the sound of tracks as the train grinds to a halt. the stranger pulls you closer, holding you to him as he disguises what is happening between you, to you. others shuffle around you, getting off the carriage only to be replaced by more bodies--salvation is still far away.
and when your freedom finally does arrive in the form of your stop, you're walking away with hot, sticky cum smeared across your thighs and seeping through the cotton of your panties.
the stranger only smiles, offers a mock salute as the doors slip shut and he stands tall and proud, like he didn't just violate you in the middle of a busy train during rush hour.
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cameronspecial · 6 months ago
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Could you write a Rafe Cameron x curvy/chubby middle class reader fanfic where reader starts receiving love letters and gifts from a secret admirer called your mr right or something cheesy like that and she requests help from the pogues help in finding this secret admirer. Later she finds out that her secret admirer is none other than Rafe Cameron (her “handsome enemy”) after him interrupting her and a guy because (he’s super jealous). She confronts him on it(thinking it is some cruel joke of his; trying to get the chubby/curvy pogue princess to sleep with him and talk bad about her afterwards to his friends. Rafe has been in love with reader since the day he met her and flirts with her which always leads to bickering mainly reader being sassy and sarcastic with him and him just eating it up with a smirk. This confrontation leads to love confessions, breeding and praise kink/smut
Mr.Right
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: SMUT
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1.6K
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Y/N never thought Mr. Right would be none other than Rafe Cameron. It doesn’t make sense. After years of the two of them being in opposition, she can’t believe he is the one who has been sending her love letters for just as long. She remembers the excitement of finding the first letter. 
She had been living in the Outer Banks for three weeks and she couldn’t believe someone was interested in her, especially because no one had shown any desire for her in thirteen years of living. Most of the boys she has met didn’t like that she was sassy and sarcastic. They preferred girls who would go along with their every word. Sure, her friends, her fellow pogues, weren’t like everyone else, but she knew they all had a crush on Kiara, which was understandable to her because JJ, John B and Pope had known her forever. So, when she found the messily written letter signed by Mr.Right saying that she had a fiery personality and was the most beautiful woman Anonymous had seen, she couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in her stomach. It was the first time someone had considered her a woman, even though she had her first period two years ago. As the years went on, more and more letters came in, sometimes with gifts, and her self-confidence grew. She would use the letters as a reminder of who she really was whenever the dick boys at school would mock her because of her weight. 
That is why when she pieces together the identity of Mr. Right, her mind reels at the thought of Rafe being the one to help boost her confidence. It can’t be him, not when he has been the one to poke at every button she owns. Nevertheless, it can’t be more clear to her as she processes the words he says. “Don’t touch Fireball again,” Rafe threatens the man who she was dancing with. The nickname is one only used by one person in her life and it can’t be a coincidence that Rafe used it too. Suddenly, the butterflies plummet to their death into her stomach acid. Of course, Mr.Right is him because the letters aren’t genuine love letters. They can’t be. Instead, she is sure that he is using them as a cruel way to mock her and she can imagine the years he has spent laughing over her naivety. He has probably hidden from the sight of her mailbox to watch her happily open the letters. He must have loved it whenever she would do one of her dorky dances in excitement. 
Fury forms in the pit of her stomach and she goes to the one mode she is used to when it comes to Rafe. Confrontation. 
Rafe watches the loser walk away from Y/N with his head hung low. Rafe’s satisfaction is short-lived as she grabs his shoulder to spin him to look at her. “You are a cruel man to play that sick joke for six years,” she yells in his face. His eyebrows meet and his head tilts, “What are you talking about?” She laughs with a shake of her head. “Don’t play dumb with me, Mr.Right.” She punctuates the alias with bunny ears. The pseudonym illuminates the reason for her anger and he is quick to understand that she thinks his letters were a joke. “They aren’t a joke, Fireball. Every word I said is true.” He doesn’t see a reason to lie. He has been found out. She scoffs, “Why would I believe you? All we’ve ever done is be at each other’s throat and you would take any chance to blow my fuse.” He steps forward so that she can feel his breath fan on her face. The mintiness of his breath mint hits her. “Because every single fibre of my body yearns for you and it is impossible for me to hide it. That’s why I had to write to you,” he growls at her, not in anger but in passion. His words cause a wetness to form between her thighs. She is definitely going to feel it when she walks away, her thighs rubbing against each other will cause it to spread. She doesn’t back down, “Like I can believe you can feel anything other than anger. I bet most of the girls you have slept with faked an orgasm because they couldn’t take how furious you look while fucking them.”
“So you have thought about what I looked like while having sex?”
“Ha, yeah, totally. Just about as much as you think about me.” 
His eyes darken and his mouth dips so it presses against the shell of her ear, “Then you must see me every time you are in bed with someone because you are the only person I imagine when I’m cumming. And I’m willing to prove it.”
His hand wraps around her wrist and she doesn’t protest as he leads her through the busy party to an unoccupied bathroom. He slams the door, locking it before pushing her forward so her clothed breasts press against the counter. His hard-on digs into her bum. He unbuttons her shirt so she can see his toned abs through the mirror. She says nothing whilst he grabs the bottom of her dress and pulls it off. The bulge of her stomach that is revealed makes her want to shy away from him. She has seen the other girls he has slept with before and she doesn’t have anything in common with them. He tsks, “Don’t do that, Fireball. I want you to see every sexy part of yourself while I fuck you dumb.” Her hair is in his grasp and he yanks her head back so it is beside his. He kisses the spot below her left ear. She gasps when his other hand goes down to her thong and he rips it off. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spots him shoving the used item into his back pocket. His thumb finds her clit and he begins to rub it clockwise. Their eyes meet in the mirror. “See this. This is what I imagine every single time I come,” he mumbles, speeding up the pace of his finger until she cries out that she is coming.
He watches her with pride as she recuperates from her high. She decides to provoke him, “I don’t believe you.” His nostrils flare and he tugs on her hair a little hard so his mouth can drop to her neck. He begins to nibble on her skin. “You want to play, then I’ll play.” He uses one hand to remove his jeans and his boxers, gripping his large length. She watches with hooded eyes as he pumps cock. He gathers some of her cum between her legs and smears it across his dick. She bites her bottom lip in desire. She catches his smirk from the side of her eye. 
He steps forward and the tip of his penis flicks against her entrance. He teases her for a bit, chuckling when she whines at him to do something. He obeys her command and slams into her at full speed. His thrusts are fast and harsh, hitting every spot inside of her that she needs. She lets out tiny squeals at every jerk forward. “I don’t know why you can’t believe that I think about you. I mean look at you,” he orders. His chin motions to the mirror and she observes her reflection. “Every single part of you is a work of art and I’ll be damned that you can’t see it.” She can’t form any words, too focused on the pleasure he is providing her. His hand goes back to her bud and he rubs it in synch with the movement of his hips. Her toes curl in her heels. God, she hates and loves that he knows what he is doing. “Aww. Is my dick so good that you can’t think of anything to say? It’s okay, I’ll fuck a baby into you. Maybe then you’ll be able to recognize your beauty. I’ll have to admit it once you see how adorable our kids are,” he teases. Her walls clenches around him and he takes notice. “Hmm. You like that idea, don’t you? It’s okay, Fireball. I always knew you were a beautiful slut inside.” She reaches back and shoves her fingers in his mouth, “Shut up would you, I’m trying to imagine Zac Efron.”
Rafe lets out a breathy laugh and grabs her left ankle to place it on the counter, allowing him to be deeper inside of her. Her breasts bounce in a way that hurts a little as he brings her closer to the edge. “He won’t ever get to see you like this, Fireball. This is my privilege and if I have to fuck a cuteass baby into you so that gets the message across, then I will.” He accentuates his next sentences with a thrust each. “Only I get to have my head between these thick thighs.” Thrusts. “Only I get to grip these soft hips.” Thrust. “Only I get to call your stunning self mine.” She moans at his words, feeling herself tighten with each promise. “Repeat what I said,” he commands and she does. Her release is brought during her repetition and she collapses against the smooth counter. 
She pants with her cheek stuck against the marble. His dick spasms inside of her and his cum stains her gummy walls. He leans down so his chest is pressed against her back. “So, who am I to you?” he questions in a pant. She gives him a tired smile, “Mr.Right.” 
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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago
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Would you just do something super duper fluffy with Rafe? Like her trying to leave when he’s holding her but he just refuses to let go or something like that?
Yes I love this!
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Rafe takes a swig of his whiskey before making his way over to me, my head tilted up towards the stars forming in the sky, the sounds of the crickets practically lulling me to sleep as I soak in the muggy air.
"You look tired." He whispers, reaching out to drag his fingers across my cheeks, a small, soothing smile on his lips and I give him a sleepy nod, leaning into his hand with sigh.
"I have to get going." I start but he tuts, slipping down beside me on the loveseat, large hands pulling me into his lap as his arms circle around my waist, holding me flush against his firm chest. I sink into his momentarily, letting out a brief sigh of relief at the feeling of his arms around me. "I really have to-"
"You can stay. Stay in my bed, with me, your boyfriend." He whispers, soothing a hand down my back with a convincing tone and I smile against his chest, wanting nothing more than to do what he wants me to but I have work in the morning and my parents wouldn't be the happiest if I 'accidentally' fell asleep here again.
"Rafe." I whine and he laughs, chest rumbling against my cheek."
"Rafe." He mocks, tugging me tighter against him as he sweeps my legs out from under me, laying me down in his lap so he can hold me like a small child. "Stay." He coos, blue eyes gazing softly down at me and I fold, eyes rolling with a sigh, giving into what we both want.
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conchcronch · 4 months ago
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Forget About Him
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Zoro x You
You just found out Sanji is engaged to Pudding so you decide to drink away the hurt with a certain Swordsman.
A/N: I am super aware that Zoro was not present during Whole Cake, but by the time I realized that I was in too deep so I guess this is an alternate universe??
NSFW Below Cut
“We’re engaged to be married” Pudding’s smile was pure and despite the fact you had only just met her, you could tell she was genuinely excited. Who wouldn’t be excited to marry him? Your crewmates were all just as stunned as you were, although likely they weren’t feeling the same stabbing and twisting in their guts as you were. You felt the sting of impending tears in the palms of your hands but you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Pudding kept talking but truthfully you didn’t hear a single word she was saying, as if the world around you suddenly began to fade away and was replaced by every good memory you had with Sanji. Every afternoon he had spent showing you how to cook your favourite recipes, nights spent together in bed and early morning hours with your head on his chest, the way he would whisper sentences that only after studying his foreign tongue could you begin to understand. They were all a lie, he was just waiting to get away from you.
None of your crew noticed the way you fell silent, trying you best to fade into the background as they kept talking. You inched backwards towards the door you had all come through a few minutes before hearing the news. You successfully slipped out without anyone noticing. Or at least, that’s what you thought.
You quickly walked down the street, head down hoping no one would pay you any mind. As you walked you balled your hands in the skirt of your mock barmaid dress, trying to stave off the tears that were beginning to gather on your waterline.
“Hey!” There was a hand around your arm, urging you to stop but you resisted until a second one joined. “Stop” it wasn’t until the second order that your brain recognized the voice. And the moment you saw his face you could feel your demeanor crumble. The tears that were welling in your eyes began to fall as you were turned to face your fellow crewmate and very good friend. “Shit” fat tears began to fall down your cheeks as he looked around the town hoping to pull you into an alley or somewhere to get you out of prying eyes, not wanting to draw any more attention than Luffy already had with his earlier stunt. But every direction he looked, there were people already staring at you.
“I wanna’ go back to the ship.” You sniffed, wiping the tears with the back of your hand only for new ones to fall in their place. Zoro nodded but when he hesitated, clearly unsure where the ship was, you turned on your heel and began heading in the correct direction of the ship, hearing his heavy footsteps behind you.
By the time you got back to the Sunny, the tears had dried and the sadness you felt was replaced by anger. You pause when you make it onto the deck, hearing Zoro climb on behind you watching you to try and figure out what exactly it is you’re feeling. “Are you-“ you turn around and see Zoro pulling off the hat he was forced to wear, ruffling his short green hair as he tossed it on the deck. He looks up at you, seeing your distressed expression. “Go on, let it out.” He said with a general wave of his hand “you’ll feel better”.
You didn’t like being angry, you never found it useful. Even in the toughest of fights you never felt anger. It clouded your mind and made your movements sloppy, leaving clear openings. But in this moment you felt anger bubbling up in your stomach, the more you thought about all the time and effort you put into cultivating a relationship with the cook the more you felt the anger churn inside of you. You couldn’t blame the girl, you wanted to, it would be easier if you could. But you knew she was just a bystander, she probably didn’t even know about you and him. You and him. There wasn’t a you and him…not formally anyway. You spent almost all your free time with him, helping him in the kitchen with prep, you were the only one he let use his knives. You were the only one other than him with a key to the fridge. And who could forget that you spent most nights together, usually limbs tangled while hands roamed freely upon one another’s bodies.
But there technically wasn’t a you and him. There was just you and him. But that realization being smacked in your unsuspecting face still stung. It made you clench and unclench your fists, your teeth grinding together in contemplation. “What’re you thinking?” You almost forgot you weren’t alone.
”I’m…I’m pissed.” He nodded, urging you to go on. “I’m fuckin’ pissed! I’m hurt! Do you know how much effort I put into him.” It wasn’t a question, but Zoro knew. He watched you every time you were within view. Listened to you through the shared wall, he knew he could make you feel better than that shitty cook. He knew you bent over backwards to please that man, always keeping an eye out for a new cook book or interesting looking ingredients while you were docked. Always abandoning your training the moment the man gave you an ounce of attention, he noticed the way your body would deflate every time the cook flirted with one of the other girls. He saw it all. “I did everything and anything for him. I didn’t want to spend hours chopping fuckin’ carrots, I hated being in charge of watching the pot to make sure it boiled. He literally made me watch a pot boil!” You dug the heels of your palm into your eyes, letting out a frustrated groan, your nails scratching at your scalp. “And don’t even get me started on the flirting!” Zoro couldn’t stop the chuckle, loving the way you were going off. “Don’t laugh at me” You peeked at him through your fingers as you wiped them down your face.
“Hey, don’t get pissy with me. I didn’t leave you high and dry then go marry some basic bitch.” He smiled and was relieved when you returned it, even if it was just a hint of a smile.
“She is a basic bitch, isn’t she.” Your voice was weaker then it had been, your throat slightly scratchy from your yelling, something you really weren’t used to doing.
“Pfft, the fact that he had you throwing yourself at him and he chose her. He’s even more stupid then I gave him credit for.” You could feel them again, the tears. The realization that you had thrown yourself at him, and he still chose someone else. The thought weighed heavy on your heart and when the tears began to roll down your cheeks again you watched Zoro push off the side of the boat. He cleared the distance between the two of you, wrapping his strong arms around you. You tried to think of if he had ever hugged you before, if you had ever nestled your face in his chiseled chest before. It didn’t matter much, but maybe if he had done it sooner you wouldn’t be in this whole mess.
You melt into him, your arms limply wrapping around his back bunching his long jacket up in your hands. He held you there for what felt like 20 minutes, he let you cry, his arms tightening around you every time you let out a broken sob. “You’re…”His voice was muffled by your hair and when he remained quiet for a bit you thought you imagined his voice. “You’re better then him” You tried to not take that to heart, thinking he probably said it to get you to stop wiping your tear streaked fast against his one good shirt, you tightened your hug before letting go, stepping away from him.
“Thank you,” He stepped back, looking away from you and grunting in acknowledgment. “Really Zo’” You caught his biceps in your hand, forcing his face down to look at you “I mean it, you didn’t have to follow me or listen to me rant, but you did.”
“Wanna’ go find where he keeps the top shelf shit?” A smile plays across your lips before you nod, taking a step before stopping again.
“You go start looking, I wanna’ change out of this stupid dress. I feel like everyone can see my entire ass.” Your hands try to pull the back of the skirt down but it doesn’t budge.
“Not your entire ass, maybe, probably only like two thirds.” You shoot him a glare up at him, trying to kick his thigh in a pitiful attempt to throw him off balance. But of course he was expecting it. ”well when you do that I can just see everything.” He laughs, then you laugh and it all feels very normal all of a sudden. Zoro always had a way of doing that, making you laugh. And as you walk back to your door, the realization of how often you bailed on training with Zoro settled in. You could have been laughing like this instead of down in the windowless kitchen with a man who clearly didn’t feel the same for you as you did for him.
As you strip off the dress you had been forced to wear to ‘blend in’, tossing it over onto your bed before sitting half naked. You glance around the small room and you see remnants of the cook. A shirt over your desk chair, a tie dangling around off the head board, even a pack of cigarettes next to the bed. That mixture of anger and sadness begins to churn in your stomach again, it only intensified as you pulled on a baggy t-shirt and track pants. Reaching a boiling point when you tripped over a pair of forgotten slacks that must have gotten shoved under the bed during a rowdy night.
You rip the pants out from under the bed before gathering the other items of his, balling them up in your arm and marching to the kitchen. You came down the ladder into the room particularly hard, dropping the pile of clothes on the floor and feeling Zoro’s eyes on you. “You good?” He was crouching down, looking through the cupboard under the sink every item that was in there is now strewn around him on the floor.
“Just-“ You sigh, feeling a bit better as you kick the pile of clothes before walking towards Zoro to help him look. “Just doing some light reorganizing.” He huffs out a laugh before continuing his search in the next cupboard over. “He keeps it up here.” You climb up onto the counter with ease, opening where the plates are stored and reaching all the way to the back. You grope around between the plates for a few seconds before you finally feel the two bottles of sake laying down at the far corner. You pull them out, handing one to Zoro who’s now standing right behind you, a hand ghosting behind your back in case you stumble.
“A benefit of fucking the cook.” Zoro says, cracking the seal on the first bottle and bringing it to his nose. “Shit,” He pulls the bottle back to examine the label “Don’t think I’ve had this one before.” He brings it to his lips and drinks.
“He’s been sitting on it since probably before Impel.” You shift so you’re sitting on the counter with your legs dangling over the edge. Zoro pulls the bottle from his lips, his tongue darting out to catch any missed alcohol before extending it out to you. You mimic him, feeling the refined wine slide down your throat about as easily as rubbing alcohol but forcing yourself to swallow more of it. If your eyes had been open you would have been the way Zoro watching you, his eyes dragging down your body like he was starving and you were a 5 course meal.
When you pulled the bottle away from your lips you handed it back to him before hopping off the counter and grabbing the second bottle before, having to press a hand to Zoro’s side to steady yourself as you felt the alcohol warm your thighs. “You think they’ll come back?”
“Doubt it, you’re not dragging Luffy away from an entirely edible town without some sea stone cuffs.” You walked over to the dining table, sitting in your usual spot watching as Zoro pulled his chair about to sit down
’Um” You were loud enough that he paused, about to sit in the seat but seemingly suspended in midair. “Maybe choose another chair.” You felt your face burn, feeling guilty for the amount of times you and Sanji had used that chair during your late nights in the kitchen. You watched as Zoro straightened up, a grimace on his face before he opted to sit in the chair next to you, usually used by Nami.
“Fucked in this one?” He asked before sitting on it. You ran a hand over your face as you shook your head, loving the way he laughed at your embarrassment. “Any other surfaces I should be conscious of?”
“You’re not getting that out of me without a lot more alcohol in my system.” He slid the sake bottle over to me, it was already less than half full.
“Better get going then.” He leaned back in the chair and watched in amusement as you drank from the bottle again, following a rouge drip that fell from the corner of your mouth as it cascaded down your chin and landed on your well worn white shirt that at one time had had the straw hat Jolly Roger on it but it had since faded. ”Really dressed up for your night in, huh?” You wipe your mouth with the palm of your hand before looking down, he wasn’t wrong, you looked like shit. This shirt had seen better days, and the track pants you weren’t entirely sure where you had gotten them but they were at least a size too big.
“What can I say, I wanted to slip into something more comfortable for you.” You nudged his thigh with your bare foot, watching him bat it away with a false sneer.
“Get those away from me, you’re little cook might be into that but I’m not!” The mention of Sanji didn’t hurt as much this time, whether it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or the company you were currently keeping, it was working.
He grabbed the bottle, finishing it quickly before turning back to you as though he was about to say something but stopping. “What?” His brows furrowed as he realized something,
“Wait if dart brow isn’t here, who’s gonna’ cook?” You shrug.
“Just like everything else, he probably left that to me.” You sighed, almost stopping yourself before speaking because fuck it, it’s just Zoro. “Why, you’re hungry?” You were already pushing yourself up out of the chair before he responded with a ‘yeah’.
You pushed yourself up onto unsteady legs, staggering towards the fridge where you were confident there were so left overs from the last meal he cooked before leaving. You pulled it open, seeing a perfectly wrapped portion of fried rice that just needed to be warmed.
You could feel Zoro’s eyes on you as you worked, stirring the rice in a wok, even cracking an egg over it while it sizzled. When you finally turned around, Zoro wasn’t quick enough to move his eyes before you noticed. “What?” He shook his head which you waved off as you scooped the meal into a bowl that was just a touch too small for the portion. When you slid it onto the table in front of the swordsman he couldn’t withhold the laugh.
“You’d think with all the hours you spent down here with him, you’d learn a thing or two.” He said around a mouthful of rice only to be met with a swift smack on the arm.
“Plating doesn’t make it taste any different.”
“Not what Curly says” He managed to say before shovelling another spoonful of rice into his maw.
“Yeah well, he’s not exactly a man of his word now is he?” You almost winced at your words, not entirely meaning what you said but you were still licking your wounds.
”Still would have thought he would have taught you a thing or two with how much time you spent down here with him.”
“He didn’t so much teach me more then he instructed me” you sat heavily on your chair again, reaching forward to grab the unopened sake bottle bringing it to your lips as soon as the lid was off.
“So that’s not your thing then?” He cocked an eyebrow, pushing the empty plate away and snatching the bottle from your hand.
“Bedroom sure, kitchen no.” You brought your legs up into your chest, perching your chin on your knees.
“Then why waste your time with him?” The question caught you off guard. You had been asking yourself that for the last few hours but you never expected the man opposite you to ask it.
“I really don’t know anymore.”
“I know he doesn’t have a big dick so it’s gotta’ be something else.” You both smiled and you rolled your eyes.
“It got the job done.”
“Oh trust me, I heard.” He rolled his eye before nudging the bottle back over to you.
“Go to hell” you scoffed before taking a sip.
“Sharing a wall with the two of you was pretty close.” You went to kick his thigh but instead he caught your ankle, yanking it forward a bit. “You’re getting sloppy”
“I’m drunk”
“You’re out of practice.” Something about his voice sent a shiver down your spine.
“Well, I’ll have a lot more free time now. Maybe we can train tomorrow?” You weren’t sure if it was a drunken illusion but you could have sworn he smiled, a soft genuine smile before nodding.
A comfortable silence fell between you both as you passed the bottle of sake back and forth until you took the last gulp. “Should I get the cooking wine?” You asked half seriously, half joking.
“I think you should pace yourself.” He leaning back in his chair, his foot on your chair and yours across his lap.
“Pfft okay Sanji.” You teased, watching his eyebrow raise.
“So,” his change in tone caught your attention, drawing your gaze back to him. “I’ve been travelling with his idiot since the beginning and I just can’t wrap my head around it. He never treated you that well, you never seemed happy.” His eyes were closed, his arms behind his head. “Didn’t it bother you that he was constantly flirting with anyone who had a set of tits? It drives me crazy and I wasn’t trying to catch his dick.”
“I guess,” You paused, trying to choose your words carefully. The last few hours had been filled with so much anger and hurt that it was difficult to remember what about him you chased after for so long. “I guess I liked it when he gave me attention”
“I must have missed that, probably blinked the one time it happened” You shrugged even though he didn’t see.
“He was different when it was just us.” He hummed.
“Really?” A sigh fell out of your lips before you really noticed it.
“Sometimes.” You rub your face against your knees, “it was nice to have someone to share a bed with.”
“Can’t say I liked you sharing a bed.” He laughed. “I’ll be sleeping a lot better now”
“We weren’t that loud.” You tried but you knew you were so wrong.
“You’re joking right?” He opened his eye and raised a brow. “But, it seemed fake.” The bluntness of his words were something you had grown accustomed to, he was never one to beat around the bush, and yet you were caught off guard by how blunt and accurate he was.
“It wasn’t” You tried to sound genuine but there was enough alcohol in your system that your attempt at lying was extremely weak. “It was just…systematic I guess.” He hummed, his gaze glued to you even though your eyes were looking at your feet across his lap. “There were no surprises, it was always the same. It felt like a routine.” You ran your hands through your hair, digging the heel of your palms into your eyes “Sometimes some spontaneity would have been nice.”
“Fucking on my chair wasn’t spontaneous enough?” He asked, his tone more cheeky then you had heard in awhile.
“I don’t mean the place, it was more the…” You sighed “The process of events.” You pushed your hands through your hair, forcing your gaze to meet his, his eye squinted clearly he wasn’t understanding. “Like it was always the same thing in the same order. We’d kiss, he’d undress me, then he’d start to ea-“ You stopped mid word, completely shocked that you had started that sentence and there was no way you were finishing it. “I am so sorry, you probably didn’t want to hear any of that. I guess the sake is hitting me way harder then I thought!” You were panicking that you had just ruined the night but when you heard him laugh you sighed out the breath you didn’t even know you had been holding in.
“And you wasted how many years chasing after him?” His hand was idolly running up and down your shines.
“Two years” you said barely louder then a whisper.
“Two years without a good fuck?” You nodded. “Sounds like you need to go get laid.” He watched your every move, every wrinkle of your nose, every twitch of your brow. “At port” He tried to add in casually but ultimately failed, drawing your attention to the way his jaw clenched at the mention of you going to port.
“That's the last place I’d go for a good lay.” You shook your head, all this talk of sex paired with the alcohol was causing you to clench your thighs, feeling the familiar feeling of slick gathering between your folds.
A silence spread throughout the room again, to the point where you decided you wanted to go back to your room and coax yourself to an orgasm before bed. As you stood up, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his temple “thank you Zo, this helped a lot.” Before your inebriated brain could process it, Zoro had turned his head and caught your lips with his, devouring the startled oh you let out.
The kiss was intoxicating, the way he moved his lips against yours was almost territorial, his tongue sliding along your own as you moaned into his mouth. His hands were on your waist, guiding you to come and sit on his lap. You couldn’t help but grind your now burning core against the hint of an erection that was beginning to stir in his pants. Every time you dragged your covered cunt along him he let out a guttural groan into your mouth, and you ate it up like it was the best meal you’ve ever had.
As your kiss became more teeth, moaning into each other’s mouths, his hands began pulling your shirt up until it was high enough to slip both hands under. The rough pads of his fingers were a harsh contrast from Sanji’s primed and manicured fingers, Zoro’s having almost a high grit sandpaper feel to them. He was quick to grab your breasts, pulling his lips away from yours long enough to say “I won’t be gentle with you” You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your lips at his words, your entire body buzzing from his touch and probably the alcohol. One hand moved to focus on your left nipple, running his rough thumb over the bud while his other hand yanked your shirt over your head.
His lips were on you the moment your hair was freed from the neck of your shirt. He dragged his tongue along your collarbones, occasionally nipping at your skin until he guided your tit to his mouth, his lips encircling it immediately. Your hands shot to his hair, pulling possibly too roughly at his short green locks, trying to muffle your sounds into the top of his head. “If he got to hear you, then so do I.” He grumbled, his teeth catching your nipple enough to make you yelp. He seemed content with that sound, his free hand now sliding slowly down your stomach, so painfully slow. You could hardly stop the praise that slipped from your lips with a moan when he tugged at the waist of your track pants.
Just before his fingers slipped past the fabric he pulled back, looking down for long enough that you took notice. “What?” Part of you thought he had finally come to his senses and was going to leave the kitchen acting like this never happned so when he spoke again you were relieved.
”These are my pants.” He tugged at the elastic again, noticing how loose they were on your hips. “Bet the cook didn’t know you stole my pants.” His smirk was so wide it made the corner of his eye crinkle.
“I’ve had these for weeks”
”Yeah so? Don't make them yours.” The lack of touch was driving you mad, your hips grinding down against his lap subconsciously, making him laugh.
”Maybe you just gotta’ get better at laundry” you countered, catching the glint of challenge in his eye.
“I think I want them back.” Despite the fact you were already naked from the waist up, the realization that this was going further smacked you in the face and lit a fire in your loins.
“Guess you’ll just have to take them back then.” You were amazed at how steady your voice was, you were even able to crack a cheeky smirk.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah” your body was tossed on the dining table in no more than two seconds flat. The sound of his chair scraping as he stood barely registered, neither did him ripping the pants off your legs until you felt the cool night air that was seeping through the floorboards against your legs. He shoved your knees apart enough that he could stand between your dangling legs. He was quick to grab your leg, yanking you right to the edge of the table so his bulge was pressed against your barely clothed heat.
“I think I like you better like this anyway.” His lips were on yours the moment his sentence left his mouth. His hands tight on your hips, playfully toying with the fabric of your panties. “You ever fuck on the table?” He moved his attention to your neck, sucking dark hickies into your pale skin between words.
“Y-yeah” he groaned against you, clearly hoping the answer would be different.
“Bet he never ate you out on the table though.” You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a whiny moan which gave him all the information he seemingly needed. His lips made their way down your neck to your shoulder, he was now shamelessly rutting against you. “Is that what you want, baby? Me to eat you like the best meal I’ve ever had?” You’re confident at one time or another Sanji had said the exact same thing, despite that you nodded. “I wanna hear you scream my name.” He worked his lips further down your body, taking his sweet time to suck on each nipple, his hands having moved to tracing shapes on your inner thighs, teasing higher and higher with every motion. “Think you can do that for me?” When you tried to answer he nipped at the skin right above your pantie line, his gaze shifting up to look at you.
“Y-yeah th-hink I can.” You swallowed harshly, your mouth suddenly as dry as the desert of alabasta where you had first laid eyes on the Swordsman.
“Good girl.” He grabbed either side of your panties, pulling them down your legs slowly. It was impossible for him to ignore the wet patch on the crotch and the way even the outside of your lips were slick. “Been a while, huh baby girl?” You nod. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to take good care of you. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll forget all about that shitty cook.”
His hot breath against your lips was enough to drag a whine from your throat and as he leaned closer to your core your thighs twitched, trying to ready yourself for what was coming. His approach was entirely different from Sanji’s. He would always take things very slow, rarely using his hands to pleasure you and opting for his tongue instead. Yet Zoro’s first move was slipping his middle finger in your drooling hole as his tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves. With every thrust of his fingers he smiled against you as your volume increased. If this were normal circumstances and he had to keep you quiet he would have reached up with his free hand and force his fingers in your mouth but lucky for him, you could be as loud as you wanted. As he added another finger to stretch you out and began gently sucking on your clit, his eyes trained on your arching body. Your brain was barely able to register the way he moved his fingers inside of you, clearly carefully searching for the spot that had constantly alluded Sanji, and was always just out of reach of your own fingers. But when the rough pads of his fingers dragged across your g spot your whole body tensed, you sat up and met his gaze. He flicked his tongue over your clit while simultaneously smirking as he applied more pressure to that particular spot and watched your eyes squeeze shut.
“How’s that feel baby?” His breath was hot against your clit as he spoke, all you could do was nod, any attempt to speak was thwarted by moans. He pulled your thighs over his shoulders, laughing into you when you unconsciously held him against you, effectively shutting him up.
You could feel your peak drawing near with every come hither of his finger, every flick of his tongue. You managed to perch a foot on Zoro’s shoulder, giving you enough leverage to grind against his face as the wave of your orgasm crashed into you. Your fingers roughly grabbed his short hair, holding him suffocatingly close to your cunt as your thighs held him in place, the words falling from your lips were barely cohesive, mainly curses and praise. And when your body finally went slack you could barely hold your eyes open long enough to see him wipe his face on his arm, his eyes hungry and his cock straining painfully against his pants. Despite your eyes being closed, you could feel him near you. He wasn’t touching you but his breath was labored and when you opened your eyes, you were greeted with him leaning against the table you were laying on. Slowly, almost as though he was teasing himself, he rubbed his tented pants, his hips just barely canting forward with each stroke of his hand.
On legs that were about as sturdy as those of a baby deer, you slipped off the table, grabbing the waist of his cargo pants as though you could keep yourself standing with the support of the flimsy material. You just barely heard a rough ‘huh’ as you sank to your knees in front of him, your hand moving from his waist to pull at the button straining to keep his cock contained. “Someone’s eager.” You looked up at him to see a cocky grin as he helped your daft fingers pull the front of his pants open.
You wanted to speak but the words died in your throat when you finally managed to seperate his pants enough for his cock to be freed. Sanji’s cock could only really be described as ‘pretty’, something that closely resembled any standard dildoes you had seen at the back of seedy stores throughout your travels. But Zoro’s, Zoro’s was real. And the second you saw it you knew it was exactly what you needed. And you need it now.
Your mouth was encircling his head before he could even comment on your stares. Pulling a deep sigh from the man’s throat, his head tipping back as his hips bucked forward. His hand was quick to find your head, his fingers knotting themselves in your hair, offering you slight guidance as you swallowed more of him. It wasn’t long before one hand turned into two on either side of your head, controlling the speed of your rhythm and forcing more of his cock down your throat.
This was all you had ever wanted, to be used. Zoro was checking so many of your boxes, some you didn’t even know needed to be checked. And the low animalistic sounds that were coming from his mouth with no shame were making you more wet then you thought even possible. You glanced up at him through your lashes which had become wet with tears from overcoming your gag reflex. At some point he had pulled his shirt up, pulling the majority of it over his head so it was out of the way giving you an impeccable view of his muscles move as he fucked your throat. His eye opened just for a second, his lips parting to bare his teeth as the hands that were guiding your head back and forth pushed you back enough that his cock was pulled from your lips and you stumbled, falling on your butt. His breath was heavy and he ran a hand over his chest while the other held the base of his cock in an iron grip.
“Damnit” His grip tightened to where you can only assume it hurt but his gaze moved up enough to see you, your legs spread with your hands propping you up. “I’m gonna destroy that pretty cunt.” You weren’t even fully aware of the moan you seemed to respond with. When he seemed confident he had staved off his impending orgasm, he released his cock and held out his other hand towards you. You took it, allowing him the haul you up and stumbling a bit into him. You have never been overly aware of your height difference but now that you felt his erection pressed into your upper stomach you realized just how much he loomed over you. Your height difference with Sanji never seemed as noticeable as it does with Zoro, Sanji always made an effort to lean down to kiss you or ensure he was always sitting on the few occasions he allowed you to blow him. Whereas Zoro was the complete opposite, he enjoyed making you feel small.
He moved from where you were both standing to Sanji’s chair, pushing it out from under the table with his foot so he could sit on it, legs spread. You stood there for a second, unsure if he wanted you to finish what you had started or if he wanted you to get on top of him. He noticed your hesitation and patted his thigh, a smirk on his lips. It was so obvious how sexually pliable you are.
His hands were on your waist the moment you were close enough, his grip guiding you to straddle his lap while keeping your feet mostly on the ground. Your senses were overwhelmed by him, his musky scent wrapped around you and when he pulled your head closer into the crook of his neck you were almost suffocated with it. It wasn’t a bad smell, far from it. But it was so different then what you were used to, it was earthy, the smell of a forest after a heavy rain, it wasn’t from a bottle it was just him. You sat fully on his lap, your toes just barely touching the ground on either side of him. His hands ran from your waist up along your sides, before sliding back down and grabbing his ass, pulling your body forward to put pressure on his cock which was now sandwiched between your lower belly and his. You were lost in the feeling of his hands along your skin, completely unaware of the way you were grinding against him until his hands grabbed your waist tightly again. “You really are needy” His breath was on your neck, your head lolling to one side to give him unrequested access to your overly sensitive skin. “Are you ready?” You weren’t even sure how he was simultaneously nipping at your neck while speaking but the burning in your core was beginning to become an ache and the more he teased you the more it hurt.
“Y-yea”
“Come on then.” His lips pulled away, his hands on your waist guiding you off of his lap. If your mind weren’t so foggy you would have questioned it, but at this point you didn’t care what he did to you as long as he was touching you. He moved your body as though you were a doll, spinning you around and leading you so your hands were gripping the back of the wooden chair, even moving your leg so your knee was on the chair. “Now I want you to do something for me, think you can?” You nodded, looking over your shoulder at him as he ran a hand over the meat of your ass, ”Use your words.” You swallowed hard, closing your eyes and trying in vain to focus on piecing together a sentence.
“I’ll do anything for you.” Your throat was dry as you spoke, but the low gravelly and drawn out ‘good’ was all the reward you needed.
“I want you to watch that ladder okay,” His leaned his body over yours, his chest against your back so you could feel the vibrations of his words.
“W-why?” He rubbed the head of his cock over your slick entrance but didn’t push inside,
“So if the cook comes down to look for you, he can see you getting fucked better then he could ever.” It was unclear if the moan that fell from your lips was in response to Zoro’s words or him finally forcing his cock inside. His hands were on your tits, using them to pull your body back against his, his cock splitting your walls apart, teetering on the verge of painful. When you felt his pelvis flush against your ass he stilled, clearly aware of his size, opting to pepper kisses along your shoulders and neck, his thumbs ghosting over your nipples in a way that had your clit aching. “How’s that feel, baby?” Everything is working against your ability to think, the pulse of his cock inside of you, his hands that are still toying with your nipples and even the way he smells, all of it is making it impossible to process anything, let alone speak.
“Good” was all you could manage, and even that came out closer to a breathe then a word.
“Just good?” Somehow he pulled you even closer, forcing his cock even deeper then you thought possible, a broken moan mixed with a sob shot from your throat. “I think we can do better then that.” His hands abandoned your chest, opting for your hips to give him more control. “Wanna’ try again?” He spoke right into your ear, his breath moving over your neck in the most delightful of ways. You shook your head, dropping your forehead to rest against the backrest of the wooden chair of which you were gripping as though it were a lifeline. “Should I just leave you then?” You could hear the smirk, he knew as well as you did that there was no way in hell either of you were leaving this kitchen without finishing. But despite that, the panic that coursed through you when he pulled his hips back as though he was pulling out completely, caused you to sputter a string of no’s. He slowly pushed himself back inside, barely able to mask the long breath that left his lungs as he did so. “If you want me to keep going,” he leaned against you again, his arms encircling your waist like a bear hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Answer my question.” He very slowly, painfully slow pulled out just enough that when he thrusted back inside you gasped. “How,” again “does” again, this time harder “that” his hand slipped low enough that with his middle finger he applied an angel’s whisper of pressure directly on your clit as he whispered “feel” in your ear, his voice closer to a growl then anything else.
“Zoro” a sob tore past your lips, pushing your hips back to meet his as he finally picked up his pace. His name was the only thing you could say, as though it was a prayer and you were a devout follower.
“We can work on that” his focus shifted from toying with you to chasing his pleasure. His hand having move so your clit was held between his index and middle finger, as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace. The sound of skin smacking punctuated by your sobs, begging for him. You were close, your stomach was tensing rutting against his fingers chasing after your climax.
Your vision blurred to the point where you had to close your eyes, feeling tears streak down your cheeks as your orgasm crashed over you. He never stopped, not his thrusts nor the pressure on your bundle of overstimulated nerve endings. “Please Zoro” finally the pressure on your clit was gone and instead you felt a hand on your neck, pulling you back into an arch as he fucked into you, somehow managing to hold off as he teetered in the cliff’s edge of orgasm. “Fuck cum please Zo, please, I need it” you sobbed, completely cock drunk, the sound of smacking skin almost deafening.
That was what Zoro was waiting for, hoping for. His climax hit him so hard the sound that came out of him masked the sound of freshly shined dress shoes climbing down the ladder that you were supposed to be watching, despite neither of you thinking there was actually a reason to.
The rush of warmth that filled you was almost enough to make you cum again, and if your clit had still been held between his fingers you’re sure you would have. But you enjoyed the feeling of his slow thrusts, maintaining long and slow motions as he fucked his cum back inside of you, his body slumped against yours as his breathing was laboured.
He was the first to raise his head, your eyes still closed, forehead against the wood. Zoro’s hips still slowly rutted against you, even as he made eye contact with the cook who was glued to his spot. You of course, didn’t know this, you were still riding out your orgasm. “How did that feel?” His hand ran down your back, running along your spine until he cupped your ass, his blunt nails digging in.
“So good,” he hummed, clearly content with the answer.
“Did you forget all about him?”
Your mind was blank, the only thing you could fully comprehend was the feeling of his pelvis against your ass and the feeling of his cum beginning to seep out around his cock. “Who?”
“Good girl”
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babydollmarauders · 2 years ago
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CLUMSY — JACK HUGHES
jack hughes x fem!reader
summary: quinn and luke realize how clumsy y/n is after noticing how often jack unconsciously keeps her from harm
notes: y/n is written sensitive and clumsy! also, i wrote this on saturday to have something to post this week while i’m unable to write <3
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i’ve met my boyfriends family on numerous occasions since we started dating in october. mostly through quick trips such as Quinn coming into town for a game against the Devils and whatnot, but this is my first time spending an elongated amount of time with them and i have this irrational fear that they’ll dislike me.
Jack has assured me multiple times since we’ve arrived at the lake house for the summer that i have no reason to worry, but it’s been four days and i still feel like they’re forming their opinions on me. so, i’ve taken it upon myself to do whatever i can in order to get them to like me; including my current task of baking cookies.
“you know they already love you, right?” Jack asks, standing at the counter beside me, observing as i mix the dry ingredients into a bowl. “you don’t need to bake them cookies.”
“are you saying you don’t want my sea salt chocolate chip cookies?” i keep focused on the task at hand, my sight never leaving the measuring cup as i scoop the flour into the bowl.
“now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” a hearty chuckle escapes his lips as he maneuvers himself behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he clings himself to me, his cheek resting pressed against my shoulder blade. “i definitely want your cookies. i’m just saying that my brothers don’t need them.”
i giggle as his fingers tickle at the bits of my sides where my shirt has risen, arching my back to try and escape his hands. Jack groans as i break free from his grip, but i assume it’s mostly due to his brothers entering the kitchen.
“ooh, what are you making?” Luke wonders, coming to a stop on the opposite side of the counter.
“cookies!” i grin, finally looking up as i finish the dry ingredients.
“yum.” Quinn chimes in, sidling into the spot beside Luke. he peers into the bowl and his brows furrow slightly. “y/n, that’s just powder?”
i bark out a laugh at the clueless boy.
“Quinny, you have to mix the dry ingredients first. then the wet ingredients such as eggs, butter and vanilla. and then you mix them both together to form the dough.” i explain. i scan the countertop, making sure i have each item needed for the next step. “i need another bowl.”
i bend down, opening the lower cupboard and reaching for the metal mixing bowl inside.
“Trevor texted me this morning.” i hear Jack inform the boys.
“yeah? when’s he coming up?” Quinn asks.
“in two weeks. but Alex is getting here tomorrow.” Jack says. i shut the cupboard door, stretching my legs to rise back up from my position. my head bumps Jack’s hand, wrapped around the lip of the counter above where i was bent.
my left hand rubs the top of the back of my head super quick as i set the mixing bowl on the counter. i glance back up as Luke and Quinn share an amused look and my face scrunches in confusion.
what did i miss?
**
Jack’s left arm rests on my shoulders, my face half buried into his chest as he scrolls on his phone. Quinn and Luke sit in armchairs on opposite sides of the couch as Alex sits on the opposite side of Jack. a movie plays on the tv, but i’m momentarily distracted by Ellen walking past the back of the couch, calling out a goodnight.
“goodnight El!” i call back as she makes her way to the stairs, the boys all muttering their own goodnight’s.
“brunch tomorrow, while the boys golf?” she asks, confirming our plans. i nod and she grins, blowing a kiss towards the group of us as she finally walks up the stairs.
“you guys are going to brunch tomorrow? without us?!” Luke asks, his hand coming up to his chest in mock offense.
“you guys are going golfing tomorrow, without us! it’s only fair.” i laugh and Alex chuckles.
“y/n/n, you don’t even like golf. you said it’s boring and called it ‘watered down hockey’.” Alex points out as i burrow back into Jack’s side.
“shh, i’m watching the movie.” i shush him, making the boys laugh. Jack turns back to his phone and i watch through one peeked open eye as he double taps on his teammate’s most recent instagram post before typing out some nonsense comment that i’ll never understand.
pulling back, i lock my eyes on the remote on the coffee table. sliding forward some, i lean, stretching my fingertips out to try and grab it. finally getting ahold of it, i go to lean back, wobbling forward and accepting my fate. i brace myself to fall before feeling a hand grab onto the back of my shirt. yanking me back, Jack pulls me back into his side, his eyes still glued to his phone. i heave out a small relieved sigh as i press a kiss to his chest before turning the volume up on the tv.
i glance around the living room to the other boys, gauging how interested they are in the movie, but Luke and Quinn are exchanging a look. Luke biting back a smile as Quinn smirks.
what did i miss this time?
**
with the boys friends all finally arriving, the lake house has become much too crowded to hang out inside. so instead we’re all outside, gathered around a fire that was once blazing but now dwindling. my boyfriend jokes around with Cole and Trevor, Luke speaking with his University of Michigan teammates, Ethan and Dylan, and lastly Quinn sits sipping a beer as he chats with Alex and the Tkachuk’s.
making myself scarce in order to not cling to my boyfriends side as he tries to enjoy himself, i text with my own friends from back in New Jersey as i balance on the edge of the brick fire pit, circling it as i type.
“be careful, babe.” Jack warns me, and i grin and throw him a thumbs up. he barely gives me a second glance before Trevor takes up his attention, reciting a story of something that happened to he and his friend Jamie back in California.
i continue pacing around on the elevated bricks, typing a long winded message to Leah, explaining why she shouldn’t call her ex. as i pass by my boyfriend once more, i’m not paying as close attention as i probably should be, my foot getting a little too close to the inner edge as i start to slip.
a hand grips my elbow, pulling me back to a standing position before i can fall into the fire and i look over to see Jack, his attention still on Trevor and his hand wrapped around my arm as he nods his head at his friend while he continues ranting. i give a light pat to Jack’s shoulder to let him know i’m fine and he releases his grip.
slipping my phone into my pocket, i continue my journey around the fire pit again, this time with more of my focus going into keeping upright. passing Luke, i see him looking away from his friends, and i follow his line of sight to his brother, Quinn looking right back at him. both wear an entertained appearance and i look around to see if i can find what they’re smiling about but come up empty-handed.
why do i keep missing these things?
**
with today being one of the hottest days of the summer, we’re all crowded on the boat. most of the group lounges around conversing with one another, Luke currently taking his turn wakesurfing as music blares from Quinn’s bluetooth speaker.
i’m sat in Jack’s lap, rubbing my third layer of sunscreen on my legs and the tops of my feet.
“babe, i think you’ve got enough.” Jack laughs, his hands grip my waist to keep me from falling as i’m leaned forward.
“i just wanna make sure. the UV index is super high today and you know how easily i burn.” i tell him, sitting back upright as i flip the cap of the sunscreen closed once more.
“i know, sugar. but we’ve only been out here for two hours and that’s your third time applying it. i think you’re okay for a while.” he takes the lotion from my hands, handing the bottle over to Cole. “put that in the bag next to you, eh?”
Cole nods, placing the sunscreen into the waterproof zip up bag i brought on the boat.
“y/n/n! c’mere!” Luke shouts, making me untangle myself from Jack. i rise to my feet, shuffling over to the back of the boat and leaning over to get closer in order to hear him better.
“you gonna let her get that close to the edge, Rowdy?” Quinn questions, making the boys laugh.
“what?” Jack asks. “what do you mean?”
“she’s a bit clumsy, is she not? we’ve noticed you all summer, keeping her from hurting herself.” Quinn replies through chuckles. even Alex, who drives the boat barks out a laugh.
“wait, when did i do that?” Jack wonders.
“all the time! you weren’t even paying attention when you did it!” Luke shouts and i stick my tongue out at him before turning to observe the boys.
“there was the first time Luke and i noticed it, when you wrapped your hand over the counter to make sure she didn’t hit her head. and you were right to do so because she bumped it right on your hand.” Quinn explains.
“or when she was reaching off the couch to grab the remote and you caught her by her shirt to keep her from falling. and you didn’t even look up from your phone as you did it!” Luke says as he climbs back on the boat.
“or how about when she was balancing on the fire pit and you caught her by the arm to keep her from falling straight into the fire. while you kept all your attention on Trevor. didn’t even look, you just reached a hand out and grabbed her.” Quinn provides another example. “i can go on.”
“i didn’t even realize i was doing all that.” Jack shrugs, glancing towards me. “i guess it’s just unconscious reaction. i’ve gotten used to it by now.”
“i’m not clumsy.” i pout, crossing my arms over my chest.
“it’s okay, it’s not necessarily a bad thing!” Trevor attempts to comfort me. i give him a side-eye, making my way over to Jack. but before i can sit in his lap, i slip. Jack’s arms wrap around my waist to keep me from dropping to the floor, pulling me down onto his thighs instead.
“you are pretty clumsy, babe.” one of Jack’s arms stays planted across my waist, holding me to him as his index finger pushes my chin up so i’m looking up at him. “but, it’s adorable.”
i bury my face in his chest out of embarrassment. i didn’t think i was clumsy. i mean, i know i’ve always been a bit accident prone; broken glasses, falling a bit more than my friends. but i didn’t think i was clumsy.
“it’s nothing to be ashamed of, y/n.” Quinn tells me. Jack’s hand trails up and down my back as he whispers reassurances in my ear.
“yeah, we didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything.” Luke pipes up once more, his voice seeping with regret.
“that’s why you kept looking at each other all the time.” my words are muffled by Jack’s chest, but by the way that Jack coos as he places a kiss on the top of my head, i know they heard them. “you were laughing at me.”
“we weren’t. i swear we weren’t.” Quinn’s voice is closer now, and i feel another hand touch my back. “we were laughing with you. we just thought it was funny that Jack didn’t even notice when he was doing it.”
“honest?” i question.
“honest. i promise.” my head rises at Luke’s voice, closer now as well. his hand comes up to rest on my knee and i look over to see him squatted down beside Jack and i, Quinn sitting next to us.
“i didn’t realize i was clumsy.” i confess. “i just thought it was normal.”
“i gotta say, you’re definitely the first girlfriend i’ve ever had to pull away from falling into an actual fire.” Jack chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “but i wouldn’t want you any other way.”
“really?”
“really. i love you. clumsiness and all.” he tells me. his grip gets tighter around me and i crane my neck to crash my lips into his.
“ugh, gross!” Trevor exclaims. Jack pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine.
“shut up, Z.” he grins, pulling me into one more kiss. “now, you ready to learn how to wakesurf?”
“yeah, no. even before i knew i was considered clumsy, i knew i wasn’t going out there. i’ll fall straight on my face, Jacky. i mean seriously, i’m a clutz!”
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cranberrv · 5 months ago
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video games!
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ in which you and dallas get caught kissing
( a/n : i haven’t posted in 4ever, so im sorry this is super short but i miss posting n wanted to get smth out! adore this request xx )
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the burgundy of buck merrill’s thunderbird reflected across the lake that hugged the highway. you and dallas winston are driving to the nightly-double, the local drive-in that both socs and greasers go to. usually, you two would walk, but due to construction you had to take the long way and go on the highway.
you never loved when dallas drove on highways. you knew him well enough to know that he was not the best driver in the world, and he loved to go fast. so on the highway, he drives like a maniac!
you’re holding onto his hand, and his other hand is on the wheel. dallas is swerving past cars, going inbetween lanes, and basically doing everything you shouldn’t do. you elbow him when he almost bumps into the back of a car once you reach traffic.
“christ, hate fuckin’ traffic,” he scoffs and honks on the horn.
you roll your eyes playfully. “don’t think honking will help, dal,”
“whatever, man,” he sighs and leans back. his little moment of rest doesn’t last long, though. he glances at you, sitting there peacefully, unbothered by the traffic. he doesn’t understand why you are so easygoing. “we’re gonna miss the fuckin’ movie,” he groans and smacks the steering wheel, annoyed.
“dally, it’s fine,” i say softly. “didn’t wanna watch a horror movie, anyway,”
“‘course you didn’t,” the edges of his pretty lips form a gentle smirk. “you fuckin’ pussy,”
“excuse me?”
he lifts his hands up in mock-surrender. “hey man, i said what i said,”
“you’re a jerk,” you respond, crossing your arms and pretending to be mad.
if there’s one thing about you and dallas, it’s that you two tease each other endlessly. well, more him towards you. but he can’t help it! that little pout on your face is just so cute, in his mind.
“y/n, i was joking,” he says, even though it’s blatanly obvious. “what, you actually mad or somethin’?”
you decide to go along with the bit, amused that he’s almost believing you. with a shrug, you keep your arms crossed and look out the window.
“c’mon, man, tell me if i did somethin’,” he insists. “don’t need to give me the silent treatment,”
you continue to ignore him, a smile crossing your face that he can’t see. he can be so gullible sometimes. he acts all tough and he’s always telling people that nothing can touch him, but the minute that you pretend to be mad at him, he’s practically at your feet begging for your attention.
“you want me to turn this car around? this movie is gonna be no fun if you’re mad at me,” he sighs, kicking himself for calling you a name. “at least look at me, man,”
the minute you turn your head to look at him and tell him that you’re joking and you love him, he doesn’t let you talk when he grabs your chin and kisses you.
you could say you’re surprised, but you’re not. dallas isn’t one to apologize, showing his endless adoration for you through stuff like massaging your shoulders, hugging you, kissing you, buying (or stealing) you a new necklace.
the two of you get into it too fast. you kiss him back after a few seconds of registering what’s happening, getting your pink lipgloss on his lips as you reach to grab the back of his brunette hair and pull him closer. the cigarette in between his calloused fingers burns out, and he throws it out the open window before reaching for your hand with the one that’s not holding your chin. he leans more into the kiss, trusting that you forgive him for what he said — even though you were never mad in the first place!
he pulls a millimeter away as he catches his breath, his gorgeous voice filling your ears as he whispers, “you forgive me now, doll?”
you smile and can’t hide the soft blush on your face as he whisper to you. even though you’re dating, it still feels like you have a silly girly crush on him, going pink at the most casual of words. “was never mad at you, dal,” you whisper back.
he’s about to say something, probably about how annoying you are, but you stop him before he can, bringing both your manicured hands to his cheeks and pulling him back in to continue kissing. a soft chuckle from him vibrates your kiss, he loves it when you initiate the kiss. in his mind, you’re just too cute.
but i guess you weren’t cute in the cops eyes. cars honking is all around, but you assume that’s just from this super annoying traffic. news flash, it wasn’t. the traffic is long gone, whatever accident that happened earlier was cleared up, but the two of you were still in the middle of the 6 lane highway, kissing in the thunderbird.
a cop car stops beside you, coming to speak to you. the minute you hear the deep voice echo from outside, you jump and pull away. dallas sighs and mutters something about you being a “prude” for ending the kiss so soon, until he realizes that the cop is there.
“hey, lovebirds,” the cop greets you. he doesn’t look very happy. “you’re blocking the entire highway. you know it’s illegal to stop on the highway?”
dallas gives the cop a side glare, raising his upper lip in annoyance. “yeah, we know,” dallas says harshly. “we ain’t stupid,”
“winston,” the cop groans. great, your boyfriends name is known by some random cop. “you wanna go in the cooler again?”
“you’re seriously wanting to put me in the cooler just because i’m lovin’ on my broad? huh?”
“go love on her somewhere else.” the cop says. “come on, son, you and your girl are holding up the traffic. off you go,”
“unbelievable,” dallas whispers under his breath, then he steps on the gas and drives away. a sea of cars follows. you were holding up a lot of people just by kissing.
it’s safe to say that when you got there, you didn’t catch one word of the movie.
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☼ NOM NOM — ateez x f!member!reader
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—  “as the leader,” the interviewer began his sentence, “you do a lot for your members,” sounds of agreement came from everybody. “but what is something the members do for you?”    
hongjoong thought about it for a second, “(name)... she… she brings me drinks and food when i'm in the studio,”
“does she?” 
you smiled, half hiding your face in your hand.
“yeah! especially when i’ve been there all day; she knocks on the door and is like ‘oppa, open up~, i have food for you~’,” he mocked your voice in a high pitch. it made everybody laugh, including you. “i really appreciate it when she does it,” 
clip 2
— you had been talking to the camera for a music video behind the scenes when wooyoung came to you.
“ahh! isn’t your skirt too short?!” wooyoung complained, pointing to the skirt that reached just below your mid thigh.
“aren’t you too short?” you counted quickly, grinning when he visibly got worked up.
“can you believe her?! why would you say that?!” he pushed you away, looking into the camera as you laughed. 
your arms went around him from behind, smiling sweetly, still giggling, “i’m just kidding, wooyoungie, you’re super tall,” 
“yah!” he removed your arms from his body, looking at you like you cursed his entire bloodline, “why would she say that? i seriously can’t believe her,” 
your arms went around him again, tighter this time, giggling into his shoulder.
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— “it’s seonghwa-oppa’s turn now,” you pointed the camera towards him, “waahh, he’s so handsome~” you giggled, “he recently dyed his hair all black again; it suits him so well~”
seonghwa, as if he could hear you (you swear he always could no matter how far from him you were or how noisy it was around you), turned his head towards you, first raising an eyebrow and then making a v with his fingers, waving it back and forth. 
you giggled again, zooming in on his face, “did he get more handsome recently?” 
seonghwa pushed some invisible hair behind his shoulders, smiling when he saw you laugh. 
“no~,” you answered your own question, “he’s always been this handsome,” 
the clip ended with seonghwa smiling softly at your giggling form.
clip 4 
— san had been live for almost 30 minutes when he got up from his spot in his room, “shall we go see what (name) is doing?” 
he entered the living room, smiling when he found you sitting on the couch playing a game on your phone, “found her!” with swift movement he was on the couch next to you, laying his head on your shoulder, smiling when he saw an onslaught of comments. “what are you playing?” he asked you, looking at your fingers moving on the screen.
“kuma sushi bar,” 
san hummed, watching you put sushi together and feeding it to the animals. he looked up at your face, smiling lovingly when you gasped after making and selling a wrong roll, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.
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