#could be the fish guy or the towels guy

[blakbonnet]

whoever lost their last fight has to deal with customer service and wear the car collar at their inn I think

[nanaslutt]

Can we get a part 2 of when reader asks satoru and suguru if they fucked before

of course ml!! tysm for asking <3

part 1 here~

contains: fem reader, fluff, crack, choking, hair pulling, anal sex (gojo gets fucked) spanking (geto spanks gojo once), dirty talk, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, dare i say sub satoru, sub/dom dynamics if you squint, suguru and reader are competitive, u tag team gojo together

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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“so, when we’re you guys gonna tell me you’ve fucked before?” you asked, raising your eyebrows

gojo froze in place, pausing his efforts to get a towel to clean you up, he slowly turns to you, faux innocence on his stupidly pretty face, a big hand coming to rub the back of his neck

both you and geto stare at him, a smirk plastered on sugurus handsome features, heavy hand holding up his head, awaiting his response,

“now what on earth put that idea in your pretty little head?” he questions, hand falling on his hip sassily as he does an absolutely awful job lying

“oh i don’t knoww,” you drawl, pretending to think, “maybe geto telling you he was going to fuck you like it was the most normal thing in the world,” you scrunched your nose, shrugging

“but what do i know!” your eyebrows raised, suppressing a smile,

“nothing, you know nothing,” he replied, wiggling his finger back and forth in front of him like a child

“don’t tell me you forgot satoru, you might hurt my feelings.” geto teased, from his place between your calves, tilting his head to the side, “i know we were a little tipsy, but you told me i was an unforgettable fuck.” he pouted, faking offense, “you weren’t lying to me were you?”

satoru’s hand still on his hip like the sassy man he was, his mouth just flopping open and closing like a fish out of water, trying to think of a quick retort but failing to come up with anything, because the raven haired man was right

he was a truly unforgettable fuck

“now my feelings are hurt, he didn’t say I was an unforgettable fuck..” you pouted, crossing your arms over your bare chest,

“your mouth almost sucked the soul out of me,” he echoed from the hall

he had taken the opportunity of getos attention on you while he was ‘consoling’ you to slip out of the room, walking back in with a few damp towels, “course you’re an unforgettable fuck, way more than that monkey brained freak,” he hisses at geto, sitting next to you on the bed, using the warm towel to wipe his cum from your cheeks,

“oh? really?” geto let his head fall from his hand, landing against your knee, squinting his eyes at satoru while the blonde continued cleaning down your body, wiping up any fluids the two men had left

“think i remember making you cum..how many times was it again? 4? you were shooting blanks before i was even done with you” he smiles, rubbing your knee fondly with his strong hand while staring at gojo challengingly,

gojo looks away from your breasts, staring back into geto’s deep brown eyes,

“n they only made you cum once..” suguru mumbles into your knee,

“woah! woah, okay, I didn’t know i was competing with you in the first place!” you defend yourself, front half of your body shooting up, making gojo sigh as you accidentally knocked his hand back, “‘s not about quantity anyways, it’s about quality” you said smugly,

“n toru here, said I almost made him die so id say my quality is michelin star,” you proclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him before gojo pushed ur torso back down,

“i’m surrounded by a buncha babies jesus christ,” gojo shakes his head, pulling your leg out of sugurus grasp to access your leaking cunt better, pressing the harsh cloth against you and wiping you as gently as he could,

“sorry,” he winced for you in sympathy when you groaned out a protest, trying to close your legs on his hand at how painfully sensitive the rough towel made you feel, “anyways, you’re both good in bed, kay?” he continues,

“when suguru fucks me, it feels like my fucking guts are getting all messed up to make room for his stupidly big cock,” looking up through his lashes at sugurus smug expression, then back down to focus on what he was doing before making eye contact with you,

your arms still crossed over your chest, “n your throat squeezes me so fucking good i thought i was seein the pearly gates,” hand coming up to pinch your cheek, discarding the towel somewhere on the floor, standing once more to look for someone’s shirt on the floor he can put on,

“ ‘fucks’ as in you’ve had sex multiple times?” you stared in disbelief between the two of the large men, before settling your eyes on suguru

continuing your teasing you spoke up again, “and my compliment still sounded better,” you challenged him, a smug looks gracing your features

“you think so?” the raven haired man scrunched his eyebrows together, before turning his head to look straight at gojo’s supple bent over ass as he picked up a shirt and started to pull it over his head, “well, only one way to be sure which of us is really better.” he says to you quietly before standing

coming up behind gojo and grabbing his raised arms, preventing him from putting on his shirt, “hold that thought satoru, we’re in the middle of a little debate right now” yanking the shirt from satoru’s hands and throwing it back to its prior home on the floor,

“think you can help us? hmm?” he whispers, right into the shell of his best friends ear, sending goosebumps down his neck, “we’ll make it worth your while.”

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almost two hours later and the three of you were still in the same room, on the same bed,

gojo on his back, suguru fucking his cock right into his prostate as you face gojo, bouncing on his overstimulated dick, a thick ring of yours and his combined cum on the base of his overstimulated cock,

“c-cant cum anymore p-please- haaah- fuck please!” gojo whimpers out, thrashing his head back and forth on the sheets as fat tears drip down his face, making his cheeks shine under the light, “‘s too much ‘m too sensitive, ohmygodd” he drags, curses spilling from his lips one after another, his hold on your grip sure to leave nasty bruises as his hips fuck into your warm cunt without his brains permission,

“not till you tell us who’s better,” geto emphasizes with a heavy thrust, hand coming up to choke you out while he gives gojos poor hole the meanest treatment,

“‘s me right? ‘ve made you cum inside me so many times.” you slur, voice strained from getos rough grip on your throat

“bold of you to think that was your doing,” geto scoffs at you, “cmere,” he pulls your head back to press your lips together, other hand interlacing with gojos on your hip

satoru whines underneath the two of you, watching you makeout and feeling your cunt pulse around him because of suguru’s expert tongue work in your mouth had him spiraling

your hands coming up to grab geto’s wrist while he hums into the kiss, biting your lip between his teeth and pulling on it, letting it go before he chases after it and connects your lips once more

“‘m gunna cum again- please fuck- nggghhh i c-cant cum again,” gojo whines, squeezing getos hand and your hip for support as he’s falling into yet another orgasm and fast,

suguru pulls away from the kiss, releasing his grip on your neck as he pushes your lower back down twords gojos chest, “yes you can,” he growls

the raven haired man grabs your hair by the roots and pushes your face into satorus, “help him through it baby,” not needing to be told twice, you grab gojos cheeks with both your hands and slot your lips against his,

“mmmmph- mmm- can-t- p-please i-“ his protests being cut off by your lips, not letting him catch a breath

“got you, cmon” you comfort him in between your assault on his lips, geto reaching between his bestfriend and your body, finding your neglected clit, and rubbing sloppy circles on it, helping you get closer to your own high

“right there with you,” geto grits his teeth, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and tip his head back, so he can watch the show unfolding in front of him,

“gonna fill up this tight ass while you cum inside them, okay? and you’re gonna take everything we give you, right?” geto’s hips losing their rhythm, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm

gojo just whimpers into your mouth, hes trying to speak, he really is, but it’s all too much, he’s completely fucked out

“need to hear you say it satoru,” he emphasizes with a mean thrust, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight hole,

getos hand rubbing sloppily on your clit almost becomes too much, “yes! yesyes please ohmygod- gonna take it- shit-“ gojo’s whiney voice gets out just before he feels your cunt start to squeeze him,

“toru! fuuuuck me!” you whine, the blondes hips mindlessly fucking up into you helping you ride out your high as he cums so fucking hard, bordering on painful as spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you once more,

and he’s gasping, barely coherent broken moans of both of your names on satoru’s tongue

geto not far behind you as he stills, balls deep inside gojos ass, the last push he needed seeing the two of you cum all over each other,

“yesssss fuuuuck” he clenches his teeth together hard, toothy grin emerging on his face, finally letting his head fall back, eyes following suit, rolling to the back of his head, “take it f-fucking t-take it.” fucking each rope of his cum deep into gojo’s ass

all three of you bask in the aftershocks of your intense orgasms, core clenching and unclenching around gojo’s length as you finally come down, picking your head up from gojos neck and smiling at his current state,

he was sniffling and gasping, red faced, tears decorating his lashes, making them look like glitter, he appeared more fucked out than ever

geto behind him slowly pulls out his softening cock, and gojo lets out a long groan of overstimulation when he does so, digging his fingers into the fat of your sides and wincing, “fuck, please don’t move yet, might pass out if you do” he says to you, his poor dick crying for relief, still snug inside your pussy, twitching every so often against your walls

you giggle, peppering kisses all over his face, he lets his eyes shut, finally relaxing a little as he relishes in the feeling of your soft lips on his skin,

suguru coming around to sit by his head

when you stop your assult of kisses on his porcelain face geto grabs gojos cheek furthest away from him and makes him turn his head into his thick thigh, “so,” geto starts, rubbing his thumb on gojos cheek, “who was better?” he asks, cocky smile finding home once more on his face

gojos eyes shoot open, looking at him slightly panicked, squeezing your upper thighs for support before he speaks, looking back between the two of you,

“i….im afraid if i don’t answer we will never leave this room.” he gulps

geto confirms his fears, tilting his head to the side, face sporting the fakest smile of comfort gojo has ever seen, “you would be absolutely right.”

[greengoblinswifey]

When I Met you in that Hotel Room- Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— you meet Nicholas Chavez during a solo vacation at a hotel pool. your flirtation quickly escalates into a passionate night together in his hotel room.

warnings— explicit content. unprotected sex, daddy kink, degrading kink, praise kink, ass slapping, possessive!nicholas, reader has a clit piercing, creampie, cockwarming, rough sex, oral(f receiving)

You had been enjoying the peace and quiet of your solo vacation. It was your second day at the hotel, a much needed break from everything at home. That night, after a day of exploring, you decided a swim was exactly what you needed before heading to bed. Wearing nothing but your bikini, you grabbed a towel and made your way to the pool.

As you walked through the hotel hallways, you stopped to take a selfie. The lighting was perfect, and the glow in the hallway made your caramel skin look radiant. You snapped the picture and sent it off to your little sister. She’d be thrilled to see you finally taking some time for yourself. Moments later, you felt your phone buzz in your hand, but before you could check it, you noticed a guy walking in the same direction as you.

He wasn’t bad-looking, in fact, he was really attractive, and you noticed he was glancing at you. He was tall, with brown eyes, and as you caught his gaze, you could tell he was checking you out. It wasn’t creepy, though. He seemed, intrigued. His eyes trailed over your body in your bikini, but he wasn’t being sleazy about it. You chuckled to yourself, rolling your eyes slightly.

“Not to be that creepy guy at the hotel, but you’re really beautiful,” he said with a sheepish grin, his voice deep and smooth.

“Well, you’re a little less creepy now that you’ve said that,” you teased back, trying to play it cool even though his compliment made your heart race a bit.

You both realized you were heading the same way and fell into step together. As you approached the elevator, you noticed how close he was standing to you, the air between you buzzing with an odd, electric tension. He was definitely throwing glances your way, and as the elevator doors closed behind you, it felt impossible to ignore.

You stared at the floor, trying to keep your cool. To break the awkward silence, you glanced at your phone, where a flurry of messages from your sister had come through. You furrowed your brow, confused as to why she had texted you so frantically.

Sis, OMG, do you know who that is?!

That’s Nicholas Chavez!!!

PLEASE ask for a picture!

You frowned, not immediately recognizing the name. Who was Nicholas Chavez? Before you could piece it together, another message from your sister came through with a TikTok link. You clicked it, and to your shock, it was an edit, a fan video of the man standing right next to you. The very same Nicholas Chavez. And oh my God, he was an actor? A famous one, apparently.

Your eyes widened, but you forced yourself to stay composed. You didn’t want to freak out or fangirl. In fact, you hadn’t even heard of him until just now. Instead of saying anything, you put your phone away and focused on the present moment.

When you arrived at the pool, you dropped your towel on a nearby chair and took off your robe, revealing your bikini-clad body. As you stepped toward the water, you heard a sharp intake of breath behind you. You turned to see Nicholas, Nicholas Chavez, you reminded yourself, standing still, his eyes fixed on you. He was clearly trying hard not to stare, but his gaze kept drifting over your figure.

You smirked at his reaction and chuckled softly. “See something you like?” you teased, your confidence boosted by the way he was looking at you.

Nicholas flushed a little and quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before finally taking off his shirt. And holy shit, he was hiding all that muscle under there? Your mouth went dry as you stared at him, your heart racing. His body was even better than the TikTok edits had let on. You could feel the heat between your legs growing at the sight, and you mentally cursed yourself. Not now, you thought, trying to get a grip.

You both slipped into the pool, swimming to opposite ends. The cool water did nothing to calm the heat between your thighs. As you floated there in silence, Nicholas spoke up.

“I’m Nicholas, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Nicholas. I’m Y/N,” you replied, your voice carrying softly across the water.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he said, his voice sounding sincere as he moved a little closer, cutting the distance between you.

You smiled softly, feeling a strange connection beginning to form between you two. There was something about him, beyond the fact that he was famous, that was pulling you in. The chemistry, it was all there, simmering beneath the surface.

The water felt cool against your skin, but the heat between you and Nicholas was undeniable. You stood there, trading glances, eyes locked, neither of you willing to break the tension. He moved closer, his body cutting through the water with an effortless grace. You could feel your heart beating faster with every step he took toward you.

When he finally reached you, his hand gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel the heat rising in your chest. His gaze dropped down to your lips, and instinctively, your eyes flickered to his.

God, kiss me already, you screamed internally, your breath catching in your throat. He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours, but he stopped himself. You could feel his breath against your skin, and the tension was nearly unbearable.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly, his voice husky, filled with restraint.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. But before he could make the move, you grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks, pulling him in, your back pressing against the pool wall. The space between you vanished as his lips found yours, slow and deliberate. The kiss was deep, full of need but laced with patience, as if he wanted to savor every second.

You let out a soft moan against his mouth, and that sound seemed to do it. His body pressed into yours, wet skin sliding together as you reached up to grip his hair, pulling him in closer. The kiss intensified, deeper, hungrier, as you devoured each other. His lips moved against yours in perfect sync, the taste of chlorine and desire mixing together. You couldn’t get enough.

Nicholas groaned as your bodies molded together, your hands tangling in his damp hair, and you tugged him closer, wanting more, needing more. His hands found your waist, gripping tightly as he pushed his hips against yours, leaving you breathless.

Finally, you both pulled away, gasping for air, eyes searching each other. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and you could feel the heat radiating between you.

"Do you want to come up to my room?" he asked, his voice low, filled with urgency.

You hesitated for just a moment, your pulse racing as the weight of his words settled over you. But the way he looked at you, the way his lips were still swollen from your kiss, made it impossible to say no.

“God yes,” you whispered, nodding.

Without another word, you both grabbed your towels, hurriedly drying yourselves off as you made your way to the elevator. The air between you buzzed with excitement, anticipation simmering. You could barely keep your hands off each other as you rushed inside.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Nicholas had you up against the wall. His hands were on either side of your head as he kissed you again, this time with a ferocity that sent a surge of heat through your body. You groaned into his mouth, and he responded by slipping his hands under your ass, lifting you effortlessly. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back.

You could feel the hardness of his bulge pressing between your legs as he pinned you to the wall, his body grinding against yours. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses, and you let out a breathless moan as you tilted your head back, giving him more access. His hands gripped your ass tighter, pulling you closer as you rolled your hips against him, feeling the heat of his arousal through your swimsuit.

“Fuck,” Nicholas groaned against your skin, his voice rough with desire. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You grinned, tugging at his hair, bringing his lips back to yours. “Then stop talking and do something about it,” you teased, your voice breathy as you ground against him harder.

His hips bucked against yours, and you could feel the rough fabric of his swim trunks pressing against your core, and it only made you want him more.

“I’m gonna do a lot more than that,” he growled, his lips crashing against yours once more, leaving you dizzy with need.

The elevator dinged, signaling that you had reached your floor. He didn’t even wait for the doors to open fully before he carried you out, still kissing you as if he couldn’t get enough. You were breathless, panting against his mouth as he carried you down the hall to his room. The door clicked open, and you both stumbled inside, the tension only growing with every second.

He set you down just long enough to rip off his swim trunks. The sight of him, of his sculpted, wet body, made your knees weak, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress a groan. His hands were back on you in an instant, pulling you to him as he kissed you hard, backing you up toward the bed.

Nicholas gazed at you, his eyes dark with desire as he pulled your bikini top aside. His hands gently caressed your breasts, and he let out a soft groan. “Your tits are perfect, your whole body is perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, feeling your cheeks flush from both his words and the heat radiating between your bodies. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, a laugh bubbling from your throat as the tension momentarily lightened. He chuckled softly with you, but it quickly faded into another passionate kiss.

His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, sucking and biting as he left marks on your skin. Each graze of his teeth sent shivers through your body, and your moans grew louder when he reached your breasts, his mouth closing around one of your nipples. The sensation made you arch into him, hands gripping his hair as you held him against you.

Nicholas wasn’t done. His kisses traveled lower, leaving a trail as he moved down your stomach. His lips brushed over your navel piercing, and then lower still, to your bikini bottoms. You bit your lip, anticipation building as you watched him.

He pulled the straps of your bikini bottom down with deliberate slowness, revealing more of you. The moment his eyes landed on your clit piercing, his breath hitched audibly. He looked up at you, eyes blazing with lust.

“Fuck,” he swore, licking his lips. “Like I said, you’re so beautiful, so fucking sexy.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “After tonight, no one’s gonna see that pretty pussy,” he paused, his fingers brushing over your clit piercing, sending a spark of pleasure through you, “or that fucking clit piercing. Only I will.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a wave of arousal through you, and you bit your lip, already dripping with need. His words were enough to make your body pulse with desire, but you had no time to react before his mouth was on you.

He wasted no time, his lips pressing against your core, tongue darting out to taste you. The moment his tongue flicked over your clit, you gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through your body. He worked you with expert precision, alternating between long, slow licks and fast, teasing flicks of his tongue over your piercing. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself growing wetter with every second.

Your hands found his hair, tugging him closer as you bucked your hips against his face. “Oh fuck, daddy,” you moaned without thinking, and the moment the word left your lips, he groaned into your pussy.

His tongue worked even faster, and he pulled back just long enough to look up at you, his chin glistening with your arousal. “You little slut,” he growled, eyes dark with lust. “Calling me daddy, making a stranger eat your pussy? You like that, don’t you?”

You whimpered, the words sending a thrill through your entire body. “Yes, oh, fuck, yes,” you panted, not even caring how desperate you sounded.

He grinned, the smug look on his face making your heart race. “Good girl,” he purred, before diving back in. His tongue circled your clit relentlessly, and your moans grew louder as you felt the pressure building inside you. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you like a man starved, and all you could do was writhe beneath him, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“Fuck, daddy, m’ so close,” you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper.

He growled again, and the vibrations sent you over the edge. With one final flick of his tongue, the tension snapped, and you came undone beneath him, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

“Cum for me, baby,” Nicholas whispered against your pussy, and you cried out as your orgasm rippled through you, your thighs shaking as he worked you through it.

As your breathing slowly evened out, he pulled back, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I told you… only I get to see that,” he murmured, his voice full of possessive satisfaction.

You lay there, panting, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. But even in your blissed-out state, you managed to smirk up at him.

“Maybe, daddy,” you teased, “if you’re lucky.”

Nicholas smirked at you, eyes dark with lust. “Oh, if I’m lucky?” he echoed, his voice dripping with dominance. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “If I’m fucking lucky? No, I said no one else gets to see you like this.”

His hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, ruin every other man for you,” he growled. “Ruin you for every other man.”

His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper as his eyes raked over you. “I’d let you suck my cock like the whore you are, make you swallow every drop of my cum, have it simmer inside you,” His fingers lightly brushed over your trembling body. “But I need that sexy little pussy first.”

You watched as he reached to grab a condom, but you quickly stopped him, breathless. “I’m on the pill,” you whispered, biting your lip. His reaction was immediate.

His grin widened, eyes gleaming with excitement as he tossed the condom aside. “Fuck yes,” he growled, and before you could react, his hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing too hard, but enough to make your pulse race. He dragged his tongue up the side of your face, groaning like a man possessed. “I’m gonna fuck you raw, baby. You’re mine.”

You shivered as he positioned himself, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Your eyes widened when you looked down, suddenly realizing just how big he was. You hesitated, a flicker of nervousness crossing your face. He noticed and paused, leaning down to kiss you softly, his lips gentle against yours. “It’ll fit, baby,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “I’ll take care of you.”

Before you could respond, he thrust the tip inside you, and the feeling had your back arching instantly, a loud scream escaping your lips. The stretch was overwhelming, filling you in ways you hadn’t imagined.

“I know, baby, I know,” he soothed, his voice deep and husky as he kissed along your neck. “It’s okay, you can take daddy’s cock. Be a good slut and take it for me.”

You nodded quickly, your breath shaky as your legs trembled. His hands gripped your thighs, pinning your legs behind your head, spreading you wide for him. The position gave him deeper access, and you gasped as he slid further inside, filling you completely. His cock throbbed inside you, every inch making you feel deliciously full.

He didn’t stop there. With a low groan, he started to move, thrusting deep and hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. His hand moved down between your legs, fingers expertly rubbing your clit, the piercing catching the pads of his fingers. The combination of his cock and the relentless stimulation of your clit was almost too much.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, his hips moving faster. “This pussy was made for me, only me. No one else is gonna fuck you like this.”

You moaned loudly, your body trembling beneath him as the pressure built inside you. “Daddy!” you gasped, your hands gripping his arms tightly.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his thumb brushing over your piercing again, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “Cum for me. Be a good slut and cum for daddy.”

Your legs shook violently, and you felt the tight knot in your core finally unravel. With a loud cry, you came hard around his cock, your pussy clenching tight as waves of pleasure washed over you. He groaned loudly, thrusting deeper into you, riding out your orgasm as you trembled beneath him.

“Good girl,” he muttered, watching your body convulse from pleasure, his fingers still teasing your oversensitive clit. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Nicholas kissed your neck again, his lips trailing down your skin, sending shivers all over. Without warning, he lifted you properly, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. With one powerful thrust, he slammed you onto his thick cock, the sudden stretch making you gasp loudly.

“Oh my god,” you moaned breathlessly.

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your ear. “Not God, baby. Me,” he growled, gripping you tighter. “Your daddy. I’m the one fucking this pussy. My pussy.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer, as he held you there, trembling. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, stretching you out, filling you to the brim. Slowly at first, he started moving, lifting you up and slamming you back down on his cock. Every powerful thrust made your body jolt, your voice growing louder with each movement.

“Daddy,” you screamed, grinding against him, desperate for more. His thrusts grew faster, more intense, and you felt yourself nearing that familiar edge, your body trembling uncontrollably.

“Fuck, yes, grind on me, baby,” he panted, slamming you harder onto his cock. Your body responded, and before you could even speak, the pressure inside you erupted. You screamed, your entire body shaking as you squirted all over him, your juices splashing down his abs and dripping down his legs.

He groaned in pleasure, looking down at you with a grin. “Such a good girl,” he rasped. “Such a dirty little slut, squirting from a stranger fucking you.”

Your breath was still shaky, but he wasn’t done. He placed you down on the bed, but before you could even arch your back, he grabbed your legs. Your body hovered off the bed, only your upper half resting against the mattress, and he positioned himself behind you. Without hesitation, he thrust deep inside, slamming into you relentlessly.

You screamed in pleasure, feeling him reach so deep inside you, your moans echoing through the room. “Does daddy’s dick feel good?” he growled, slapping your ass roughly, his grip on your hips tight.

“Yes, daddy! Fuck me harder,” you begged, your voice barely coherent through the pleasure.

He responded with even deeper, rougher thrusts, his cock hitting all the right spots. You moaned louder, overwhelmed by the intense sensation, your body rocking with each thrust. When he slapped your ass again, you couldn’t hold back, and your body exploded once more, creaming all over his cock as another orgasm tore through you.

He groaned, his pace faltering as he followed right behind you, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt the warmth of his cum filling you up, spilling deep inside, making you tremble in pleasure as your body relaxed.

Nicholas collapsed onto the bed, pulling you on top of him, your bodies still connected as he cockwarmed you. His hands gently cupped your tear-streaked cheeks, his lips brushing over them. “You did so good, baby,” he whispered, his voice soft now. “You’re so beautiful.”

You let out a soft hum, snuggling into his chest, feeling completely blissed out. He shifted, smiling. “I should clean you up,” he offered, his hand brushing gently over your back.

You shook your head, sighing contently. “I just want to cuddle.”

He laughed softly, pulling you closer. “Alright, baby. But we’re getting up early,” he said with a smile, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. “I want to do this right. I’m taking you on a proper date.”

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest, the perfect end to a wild night. You soon drifted off in his arms but not before snapping the picture your sister asked for. You had to turn on DND to silence the frantic messages she sent as soon as she saw the picture.

[desi2go]

First times

pairing: Channie x reader

warning: fluff

summary: How were your first times with him?

author's note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHANNIE!!!!! I love you so much and I hope you have a great day <3<3<3<3<3

𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

You never thought that you would meet the love of your life on the beach. You and your friends were on vacation in Australia, enjoying the beautiful beach in the warmth of the sun. There were so many people, laying next to each other due to the limited space but it still was relaxing.

You were just reading a book while sunbathing and trying to get a good tan, your friends swam in the warm water, leaving you alone on your towel. Suddenly, a ball hit you, bouncing over you onto your friend's towel. You looked around for the culprit, expecting it to be a child but instead, three men stood a few metres away. They pushed each other forward and when they caught your staring, they pointed at each other, claiming that it was the other ones fault.

You rolled amused with your eyes, not believing that grown up men could act like children. Two of them, one with long blonde and the one with short black hair, pushed their friend forward with force, letting him stumble.

The message was clear, he should get the ball back from you. You fished it from your friend's towel and waited for him to step up to you.

He was beautiful, his black hair hidden by a black base cap but his face was gorgeous. Those brown eyes looked like delicious chocolate and the smile that formed on his face made you blush.

You held the ball out while he stood in front of you, rubbing his back.

"Thank you" he exclaimed, taking the ball and already turning.

"You're welcome" you responded. But the good looking man stopped in his tracks when he saw his friends making signals with their hands. You figured out that the blonde was signing phone and the other acted like he wrote something, pointing to you.

The man with the base cap sighned. "I hate you guys sometimes" he mumbled, heading towards you again while blushing and hiding his face under the cap.

"Already back?" you asked amused, watching him with a smirk. "Yes. Can I have your number perhaps?" he questioned, becoming a blushing mess.

You chuckled. "Did your friends tell you that?"

He laughed. "No, they just encouraged me. I'm Chan by the way"

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊

You texted on a daily basis, getting to know him very well and you found out that he was an idol. Since you were from south korea too, you didn't think that this would be an obstacle for your relationship. Before he would go back to korea, he wanted to show you Sydney on a personal trip.

The whole day, he showed you around, poiting to the hidden spots and attractions that a normal tourist wouldn't see. It was fun to spend time with him, easy and without uncomfortable silences.

He was a true gentlemen, opening doors for you and even paying your ice cream. You laughed a lot and you must admit that you already adored his. His gentle gaze would always be on you, letting you feel safe and secure in his proximity.

When the sun was replaced by the moon and stars, he lead you to a small restaurant. You sat down in front of it, the soft light of fairylights luminated his face, emphazising all his beautiful features.

Chan told you that this was his favourite restaurant and he couldn't even deny it anymore when the waiter greeted him with his name, making you laugh. He recommended you some things and after getting your order, he even let you try his meal. You couldn't even remember if a man before him had fed you once, but he did, blowing on his fork to cool it down and then placing it in your mouth carefully.

His ears were red but the smile on his face was hypnoticing. You could watch this man for your entire life.

𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉

As soon as you were back in south korea, he took you out on more dates and you were sure that he was the person you wanted to spend your life with.

It was just that you feared for asking him if he wanted to be your boyfriend. You were just insecure how to approach this, afraid that it might be too soon for his liking but all your doubt were destroyed when he asked you instead.

It was on one of your dates. He had picked you up at your apartment and brought you to the park a little outside from Seoul where you could be alone. You both had planned to do a picknick to enjoy one of the last summer days before the cold winter would come.

You spread the blanket and placed the food down, talking about everything. While you laid down, he fed you some strawberries that were dipped into chocolate, reminding you of his eye colour.

You had noticed from the beginning that he acted different than usual, he seemed nervous. But you trusted him to tell you what was on his mind.

His hand caressed your cheek and you closed your eyes, eating the strawberries from time to time. He cleared his throat, not responding to a question you had asked.

"Okay Channie, tell me what is up with you today. You seem nervous" you expressed, opening your eyes to take his form in.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He spoke fastly, leaving you speachless. You definitely didn't expected that.

You chuckled. "That bothered you so much?" He nodded hesitantly, clearly panicking that you would say no.

"Of course Channie, I love you" you pushed yourself up from his lap, pressing your lips on his own.

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗

Saying that you weren't nervous at all was wrong, completely wrong. You knew that it was just Channie, your Channie, and you didn't need to be so tense but this felt like a big step in your relationship.

You were officially together now and even if it sounded unbelievable, you hadn't spend a night together yet. You didn't mind since both of you wanted to take things slow.

Now, you stood in front of his apartment with a bag in hand, pressing his doorbell. He opened immeadiatly as if he had waited impatiently for you on the other side. He pressed a loving kiss on your lips and taking the bag from you in the same moment.

"Hello love" he greeted, pulling you out of the cold hallway. It wasn't the first time being in his apartment and you liked his way of decorating from the first moment.

"Hey Channie" you responded, getting rid of your shoes and jacket while he placed the bag into his bedroom. "I just started cooking" he told you, leading you into the kitchen where the food was already cooking.

You laughed a lot while you observed your boyfriend since he forced you to sit down instead of letting you help.

After dinner, you two layed down on his couch to watch a movie, your head an his shoulder while he played with a strand of your hair. You felt him pressing his nose into your hair and you laughed when you heard him inhale deeply. "What? I love your smell" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around you.

Afterwards, you headed to bed after getting ready together. He didn't even give you the chance to bring some sort of distance between you or letting you even lay down for a second before he was already pulling you into his arms again, leaving you squealing and giggling.

"Come here! I need my cuddles!" he demanded, giving you a light bite on your shoulder. "As if you weren't cuddling me all the time" you stated, brushing a few hair strands out of his face.

"They are never enough, never"

𝖜𝖊𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌

Chan's proposal was something you hadn't expected. Well, yes at some point in the future yes but you were surprised when the love of your life suddenly kneeled in front of you, a beautiful and well-chosen ring in his hand. Of course you said yes! I mean how could you not?

The preparation of the wedding let the time pass so fast. You chose the perfect venue in Australia on the beach you had met years ago and your wedding dress was breathtaking and you couldn't wait to see Chan's reaction.

When you walked down the aisle, you were so nervous but yet so excited. With a beautiful bouquet in hand, you headed to your future, to your beloved husband. He looked absolutely gorgeous in his black suit and as soon as his eyes found yours, a stunning smile decorated his face.

Your farther gave you into Chan's arms and got back to his seat. During the whole ceremony, your lover's eyes never left yours and his fingers caressed your hands. Soon, you both said yes and exchanged your rings that you had chosen. Your wedding band was silver with a white stone and on the inside, hidden from the outside, were your initials engraved.

Chan gently pressed his lips on yours, your hands finding its way in his hair.

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉

You and Chan were married for over a year now and you knew that he wanted kids and you must admit that you imagined being a mother too. And after settling into marriage you felt that it was the right time to try for a baby.

Chan was excited and couldn't wait until you were pregnant. Just some months later, you found out that you were indeed with child and on the first doctor's appointment, Chan cried as soon as he saw the cell that is your baby.

During the whole pregnancy, he was so nervous and affectionate. Whenever he found time, he would caress your bump or lay on your stomach to tell you and your baby about his day.

As your bump grew, he was cautious about everything. You couldn't even do laundry without him jumping up and taking over, claiming that you needed to rest.

When you went into labour, he stayed by your side during the whole process. His hand never left yours and he drove to the hospital, even when you tightened your hold with each contraction.

After hours of labour, you heard your baby's first cries and it felt like all the pain faded away. The only thing you could concentrate on, was to hold your baby. Chan kissed your forehead in joy, complimenting you how great you did this. In his own eyes were tears as they laid the beautiful baby girl in your arms.

Tenderly, he caressed his finger over the smooth skin and oh lord - he was smitten. He felt nervous when you suggested to hold his girl but he agreed and listened to the instructions the nurse gave him. He undressed his chest because newborns liked the skin to skin contact to hold their temperature and to control their breathing.

He laughed in joy as he held his little one finally after months of waiting, the smile never left his lips again.

[wonryllis]

ʬʬ. ! LAST FRIDAY NIGHT ﹙ THINK WE KISSED ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park jongseong with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `3377 warnings. lots of cursing! unedited.

JAY VER: mutual hate f2e JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER.

"what the fuck, piggy!" you feel jay's feet against the side of the waist before his voice reaches your ears. kicked out of bed and rolled onto the floor, that's how your mornings with jay start.

"what the hell is this!" he shouts again and when you turn to look at him you find yourself questioning the same,"what the hell is that!" a litter of pretty lipstick marks all over him, collarbones to neck to jaw to face. and keyword: lips.

"you tell me! what the hell does it look like?" if it were some other time you'd have laughed your ass off at the horrified look on his face, but the very familiar shade of color on him, the one you always wear because you're quite literally obsessed with it has you horrified as well at the realization. there's no way you did that, with park jay? no no no.

"don't tell me we-"

"i have my boxers on and you're still in that ugly fucking dress so no we did not," his words are like a shower of relief to you. however to jay, it is also something else. sure he is glad you did not do anything but that dress you have on? it's not ugly, it is everything but ugly. you look so pretty in it, like a doll and he thinks it's probably the reason why he let you kiss him all up.

"you better have something to say because i don't understand how this happened," his hands rub over the marks he can see while you sit on the floor trying to remember last night. you went to a college party, and you met jay there, and having the same group of mutual friends you remember playing drinking games. a shot of tequila when you refused to kiss jay for a dare and that's where your memory fails you.

"i don't remember," you say simply, watching jay get of bed and into the bathroom.

"i don't either so let's just call it truce and forget,"

sighing in resignation, you take a look around the room, going over to the mirror to scan yourself. there under the shadow of your ear you spot something purple, a touch and it hurt. pushing your hair out of the way, you take a closer look at it. pupils dilating upon the realization that it's a hickey. with a mortified look in your eyes, you pull down at the collar of your dress to find more. a litter of it mirroring jay's kiss marks. and when you shift on your legs to inspect the other side of your neck, you feel a sting on the skin of your thighs. no way no way please no. you pray as you lift the skirt of your dress, but it's all in vain for you find bruises on the plush of your thighs, in the shapes of handprints, one on each.

you scream. you scream scream and jay is rushing out with a towel hanging low on his waist,"what! what happened!"

there's no time to feel the heat in your cheeks at sight of his naked figure, you are too traumatized by the possibilities of the events that could have happened between you two to even acknowledge the pounding of your heart on noticing the droplets of water cascading down the valley of his chest.

you show him what you had to see and in comes a scream from him.

"oh my god, fuck off before we find more things!"

"missy piggy is all dressed up," he looked you up once, coming to a halt just a step away from where you sat at the kitchen counter turned bar. he couldn't deny you looked good though, he almost lost his breath when he spotted you across the room. there were some loopholes in this weird relationship you had and he couldn't seem to accept it. he found you attractive and he was disgusted with himself for that. out of all the fishes in the sea it just had to be you. his little weakness, the pretty dress.

you wave your hand at his face,"whatever," jay doesn't like the way you just dismiss him, closing in on you blocking your view of whichever guy you were eyeing. whichever guy was hot enough to have your attention away from him.

"you wanna play some games?" his hand goes over to circle the top of your cup, noticing the orange juice in there.

"what game?"

"truth and dare, all our friends are gathering there to play," he wasn't interested to join earlier, but watching you fixated on some guys is itching him to take you away and get your ass busy.

hours later and he's in a circle, all drunk sitting right across you. 'kiss kiss kiss!" the chants go around with the bottle stopped right between your two. if he'd been sober, he would've left the second someone proposed for a kiss but with his mind all hazy right now, all he can think about is how your lips would feel on his. if the pretty shade on them would taste as sweet as they look.

to say he was disappointed when you chose to drink it out would be an understatement. jay felt no more purpose in the game, leaving as soon as you excused yourself. with your wobbly steps you sway your way to the dance floor, almost falling over yourself before jay has his hands around you, keeping you afloat.

"watch your step, pretty," he whispers into your ear.

"pretty? what happened to piggy?" there is a slight flinch in you when you whisper back, growing conscious of the proximity.

"piggies can be pretty sometimes," his hands move lower to your hips, gripping lightly as the music changes to one of sensual hues. body moving together to the sultry notes.

"we're dancing," turning to face the rather drunk boy, you trace a finger over the exposed skin of his chest. jay's sure you can feel the fast thumping of his heart under your pretty little soft tips but honestly he couldn't care less right now. the alcohol in his brain messing with his feelings. a mushy daze of everything he's ever felt for you, from middle school to college.

"together," you breathe out staring at the plump of his lips and jay feels this weird sparkling thing where his stomach twists and turns but in a good way,"apparently," all these people around, so many attractive faces he could have latched onto yet he can't imagine himself swaying away with anyone else, it just feels wrong for some reason.

"and we hate each other," the reminder is like a fresh breeze across his fuzzy mind, no matter where he looks he can't seem to feel the hatred right now,"mhm," jay reaches out with a delicate touch, watching your dazed eyes in a trance as you scan him, muzzling into his hand when he tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear in a faint caress. after that it's a silence between you two, not the one where you usually think of ripping each other's hair off but perhaps one where you're thinking to eating each other's face off. at least that's all jay can think about.

you were drunk and he should have seen it coming. at some point you leave him hanging in the middle of the floor only for him to find you amidst a crowd of screams, letting it all loose on an elevated platform with a pole, right towards the front. twerking your ass off and instead of being embarrassed out of his wits jay rather feels this warm fluffy feeling. a conjured up image of a sober him driving to bars and clubs to pick up a drunk you as you shout 'baby' while running into his arms.

no what the fuck, what am i thinking. he is baffled at his own imagination. enemies to lovers trope is so not his thing. it should never be his thing. right?

"come on you need some fresh air," spotting a few guys eyeing you in the wrong way, jay is quite literally picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before walking out the house into the backyard.

"i was having so much fun there! why did you bring me out here!" you shout, still feeling the loud music ringing in your ears.

"you were having too much fun, you needed to touch some grass," he tries shushing you, flicking lightly at your forehead.

you ignore him, too tired and used to, to bicker back,"there's a pool here?" the excitement in your voice makes him laugh, y'all have probably been sitting here for five minutes, and you've only noticed the big ass pool now. but well, with the amount of alcohol you both have in your system right now it's a miracle you're still conscious and otherwise a little sane.

"why, you wanna skinny dip?" he knows that's exactly what you would want to do, if you could. he hasn't known you for ten years for just nothing. all those fights and bickerings and make ups, he's sure he knows you more than your friends and more than you know yourself. and he's always followed you whenever you weren't following him. doing everything you did just to get a chance at annoying you.

"can we go in there?" no.

tonight he'd like to stay dry and cozy.

"it's cold, i ain't doing this," he reprimands, squinting his eyes in the distance, a look away from you to tell you he's not having it.

however it's not like you listen anyway, at least not to him.

it's like second nature at this point, running after you. be it to get on your nerves or to secretly protect you,"piggy!" he snaps up at once at the sound of you skipping down the patio. albeit almost slipping and cracking your head open on the way. jay doesn't know if he should be worried more about ending up in the hospital or getting in there with you all wet and close.

he's been in the pool with girls before but he's not been in the pool with you since you were like eleven and friends and not hit by puberty yet, in your ugly loose swim shirts and pants, hair all over in a mess with no idea about romance.

"slow down will you, i can't be bothered to drive you to medics if you break a leg or something," he whines, feeling the water soaking up the clothes against his skin as he carefully walks down the stairs leading into the pool. two steps behind with his hand reaching out to steady you incase you decide to slip again.

"try to catch me!" you yell, putting in all efforts to move as far from him as you could.

"do i look like i need to try?" his hands loop around your wrists in a moment, pulling you against his chest is a low splash. arms going around the waist as he locks eyes with yours. the palm of your hands find refuge on his chest playing with the undone buttons when the hard pounding of his heart reverberates against your skin. you're nervous, he's nervous.

"why do you hate me?" he asks.

"because you do," you answer and jay's confused. what?

"why do you hate me?" you ask him. and as expected,"because you do,"

realizing it's all a big misunderstanding, jay can't help but feel his heart race faster if that is even possible,"i don't really hate you," the pout on your lips falters his gaze, looking down to avoid his breath stopping right there and then. "neither do i," a low whisper, softly adjusting the fallen strap of your dress. he scans you over once, his little weakness, the pretty dress. no, it's you, you always know what to wear have him weak in the knees.

"your lipstick is pretty-" you look so damn pretty he wants to say, brown orbs lingering on the shine radiating off your lips.

you're both drunk, and it's probably the only time he'll be able to say it. i can do it! jay swears.

however before he can even utter a syllable, the slippery gloss of your cherry lipstick slide against his lips. feeling the plush of your lips pressing onto his own, like a step into heaven. eyes open and motionless, taking a hard time to let it sink in while you're there moving your lips, catching his bottom lip between in a gentle bite.

"pi- piggy-" when you pull away for a split second only to jump onto him, his hands immediately grabbing the back of your thighs resting them around him, trembling at the tension he feels to dive right back in to a kiss.

"shut up," you begin leaving a trail of marks starting at his neck—

that's where you scream, pulling jay out of the flashbacks. he sits on his bed, tracing his lips in a trance after you've left. he had no idea how to face you after remembering all that while you still seemed to have no clue. how he knows your lipstick tastes sweet and bitter and how you don't know that he knows that.

he takes out his phone, a faint memory of a picture. searching through his gallery is not even necessary, on the top in a grand glory he finds the photo of you perched on his lap on his bed, head tucked into his neck where one can definitely catch glimpse of your fluttering kisses.

he can't seem to recall about the hickeys on your neck, and how you got to his room. but he's sure he will in a few days. hoping you'd too until then.

for now he'll post this. there's nothing better than getting under your skin. figuratively and literally.

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[runa-falls]

summer heat

summary: suntanning with miguel, what could go wrong?

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

warnings: explicit 18+, smutty ass smut, unprotected sex, semi-public, creampie, multiple orgasms, barely bondage, so fucking self-indulgent

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: for REASONS, i am reposting this fic... im not here to argue bc this is my blog and i don't want that guy on here anymore 🤷‍♀️ enjoy the heat <3

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An alarm chimes over the music, jolting you out of your drowsy catnap to remind you that your fifteen minutes are up. You feel like a broiled fish as you get up and flip onto your stomach, making sure to adjust your swimsuit to avoid any awkward tan lines. 

It’s a sweltering day at the height of the summer and you’ve somehow convinced Miguel to spend his day off at the pool.

You managed to fit in a few laps in the crystal water before deciding to spend the rest of your time tanning. Miguel decided to stay in the cool water, opting to enjoy his time watching you tan with a beer in hand. 

There’s something about openly soaking in the rays while listening to soft rock through your airpods that never fails to lull you into a relaxing trance. You nearly drift off with how comfortably you lay on the padded poolside lounger, head tucked easily against your arm.

You’ve lost track of time as you lay there, not even sure if you set the next timer. Not really caring either. 

Your body jolts as cold, wet hands suddenly wrap around your sun-kissed skin. You didn’t even notice the shadow that’s been standing over you, barely cooling your skin by just blocking the rays.  

Music continues to blare from your headphones but you can barely hear it because you're too focused on Miguel and his wandering hands. Familiar calloused fingers tickle your skin as they gently glide from your waist to your hips, softly caressing your warmed skin.

You sigh against his doting touch as he squeezes and gropes at your curves, reminding you how perfectly you fit against him. Your legs subtly rub together as you feel your center pulse with excitement, just the mere presence of him sets you on fire. 

You can feel the reclined chair dip slightly as he joins you on it, barely hovering an inch over your body.

Gentle kisses from cold lips are pressed against your heated neck and then down to your shoulder. You shiver as cool drops of water trail down your back before absorbing into the towel under you. He’s dripping over you, still soaking wet from the pool. 

Your swim bottoms are tugged down but only to your thighs, effectively locking your legs together. His finger slides experimentally against your glistening lips, spreading your slick over your center and rubbing against your eager clit until you’re shaking under him. Your body aches to be filled as he teases your center with touches that are far too gentle for your liking.

Miguel finally gives in, prodding a finger against your leaking hole until you start to arch against his touch in desperation. You can barely hear yourself whining over your music as he continues to tease you, pulling his hand away as you blindly chase him.

His other hand drifts over your lower back and pins your hips against the chair, sending you a silent message to keep still or he’ll stop. You listen, stilling your movements almost instantly. 

He pushes in, angling his finger at just the right position to make you grip the chair under you and start panting. He moves slowly, stroking against your sopping walls almost lovingly as you tremble against him, trying your best not to move. 

As you tilt your head against the lounger, your right airpod is knocked out and suddenly the music stops.

Finally you hear it: he’s been talking -- cooing soft and encouraging words above you in that deep, guttural voice of his as he works your body. 

A soft gasp spills from your lips as he works another finger into you.

“That’s right, baby, take it just like that…”

Your mind feels like it’s being rewired as his hand begins to speed up. Your eyes roll back before squeezing shut as expertly prods against a euphoric spot inside of you.

“You’re being so good for me, cariño. So fucking wet…and sweet for me.” The filthy sounds of his fingers thrusting into you pushes you toward the edge and you can’t help how your cunt flutters around his fingers, already overwhelmed by every little touch. 

Your orgasm flows through your body intensely, pouring into every nerve and muscle with full force.

“That’s it, sweet girl, let go for me.” You cry out against the chair as it hits you all at once. If Miguel wasn't holding you down, you’d be shaking uncontrollably under him. 

He resituates himself over you as you recover from your climax and easily positions your body so he’s nestled right against your ass. You can feel his covered erection through his trunks pressing eagerly against the material and against you. You wish you could turn over and look at him, but he’s still holding you exactly where he wants you.  

The suit is still damp and it feels wonderful as it’s pressed against your heated skin. 

“Out here?” It’s not the first time he’s taken you outside, but right in the open on a pool chair with nothing to hide behind? 

“Yeah, why not?”  Miguel shifts against you and slightly pushes your legs apart to feel your hot center flush against the front of his shorts.

"B-but what if somebody --" He holds your waist firmly as he grinds himself fluidly against you and you can't help but gasp at the feeling.

"What if somebody what?" He teases with a sly smile. You squirm as he brushes against your sensitive heat, but you can’t move away, he’s holding you too tightly. “Your pussy’s beggin for it.” 

You whimper at the feeling, “Put it in…”

“Hm? What was that?”

“Please, Mig.” He groans when you arch your back to push yourself harder against him. More insistent. You're basically whining at this point, “Fuck me.”

He pulls away for a second and you can hear him pull off his swim shorts before returning to you.

“As you wish, sweetheart.” You can hear that stupid grin in his voice. He’s quite proud of himself for making you so needy and pliant. 

You hear a soft sigh behind you as his hands smooth over your ass and spread you open before him. It’s not long until you feel the warm hardness of his cock slide against your quivering cunt, pushing and prodding at your needy entrance. 

A broken gasp lurches from your throat as he pushes in slowly, letting you feel each inch stretch you to your limit. The positioning of your closed legs, bound by your suit, makes him feel much thicker than usual.

He shushes your whimpers as he pushes all the way in, and then he stays there, prolonging the intense feeling of complete fullness. 

He slowly pulls out, but only half way, before pushing back in.

“Fuck, you’re tight like this.” The deep groan against your back causes you to clench around him involuntarily. He sounds so hot when he loses control. “Relax, baby. Lemme just use your body…”

He manages to continue his deep thrusts, pushing your lower back down to get the perfect angle into you. The pool chair, not made for the weight of two fucking adult, or abrupt movements, groans under you as he fucks you into it. 

All you can do is lay there and take it. 

You cry out as his cock drags deliciously against your tight walls and an electric sensation builds rapidly in your lower stomach. Your body moves with him, trying to chase that addictive feeling of ecstasy.

His thrusts are deep and rough, enticing another orgasm from you within minutes of being inside of you. You swear he knows your body better than you do inside and out from how expertly he can draw out mind bending pleasure. 

With just a few more movements your climax rams into you without warning. You feel hot tears spill down your cheeks with how intense it is as it spreads like a wildfire from your stomach to the tips of your toes. You writhe against the chair with overwhelming pleasure as he continues to plunge into you, holding you steady under him. 

Your mind is numb with bliss when Miguel reaches his end. He buries himself deep into you with a shudder, painting your walls with the soft warmth of him. 

You both lay on the chair together, limbs tucked against each other under the beating sun. Despite the heat, you’ve never felt so relaxed, so refreshed.

He pulls you closer to his side,  “15 minutes are up by the way. I think you forgot to set your timer.” His voice rumbles through his chest and onto you.

“Wait, that was my wake up call?” He has that adorable lopsided smile spread on his face and a faint blush over his nose from the sun.

“Yeah, got a little carried away.” 

“Tell me about it. Your ass is probably burnt now!”

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

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

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

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

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will supervise the bags and all of your belongings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’s got herself a tanning bed btw.

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

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

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

She drives btw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will evade sand like it's the Black Plague.

Oh, just a warning, Geo is part fish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Literally a walking, talking safety manual.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tries to talk to the seagulls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[miirohs]

a little sugar and spice [v.s.s]

pairing: OPLA!Sanji Vinsmoke x Fem!Reader wc: 0.7k cw: n/a an: *in dj kahled voice* another one- also i started reading the manga! this was lowkey inspired by this one reel i saw in a series called cheese church- chessus bless guys!

"Finally awake?"

Sanji stood there, towel thrown over his shoulder as he mixed something, pausing for a moment to look at you.

There was a brief silence, in which you coughed, trying to fish a response out.

"Did i fall asleep here again?" You groaned, the sticky feeling of the leather ever present as you pulled yourself up sluggishly.

"You did, i'm not complaining. I got a lot-" He pointed to the chopped vegetables sitting to the side, "-of meal prepping done. It's just as quick as i remember it being."

"Speaking of which, when did i fall asleep? The last thing i remember was coming in here for something," You muttered, trying to recall any more you could.

"Nothing much. You came in here for a glass of water, and eventually you fell asleep on the couch," He said, smiling widely, "you tried to help me with the pastries i was making too, but you kept messing with the batter."

You shrugged, getting up and stretching.

"You want something to eat?" He asked, wiping his hands on the towel, "You haven't had anything since yesterday." Before you could protest, he gave you a pointed look, "And don't you try to protest love. As i recall, you drank the entire bar dry last night and started professing your love for m-"

"Shut up," You flushed, mouth opening and closing as he gave you a victorious smirk.

"Still, you know i'm not wrong." "Why you.... you know what? I'm not sure you'd be able to make what i want," You said, sticking your tongue out at him, "i'm very choosy about what i eat."

He gave you a deadpan look, rolling his eyes, "What? Fancying yourself a picky eater today love? I assure you, i can make anything you can imagine."

You thought long and hard, biting your lip before it hit you.

"I want a grilled cheese."

"A grilled cheese?" He let out a little laugh, putting down his knife, "Are you sure thats all?"

"Yes. That's all i want. A grilled cheese," You said, slamming your hands down on table, eyeing him up and down. "If you don't make it, you're not man enough-"

"Challenge accepted," He said, quickly putting away his other tools, "I'm assuming you know where the cheese is. Go get it-"

"Already on it," You said plainly, opening up the cabinet. Among various bottles and boxes, there sat a wrapped block in the back, wrapped with twine.

"Found something!" You pulled it out, coughing as he took it from your hands. Unwrapping it, he whistled, showing the block of cheese to you.

"Mold. I wonder how long it's been back there." He said, and you groaned, seatings yourself on the island in front of him. "Aw bummer, what are you gonna do now?"

Sanji chuckled, placing the block on the counter, "You know we never waste any food love, so now we just salvage it as best we can."

Within minutes, the sizzling of the bread filled the kitchen, and the aroma of melting butter and toasting bread wafted through the air. Sanji's concentration was evident as he flipped the sandwich with precision, ensuring it was golden brown on both sides.

As you reached for the cheese, he swat your hand away, shooing you off the counter.

"Sit down, you need to be more patient cause perfection doesn't rush itself." You huffed, sitting back down at the island, tracing the pattern of the counter.

The sound of ceramics being placed on the counter made you look up, grilled cheese and a mini green cake looking right at you.

"There you go, love. One grilled cheese, as you asked!"

"Mmm, this is amazing, Sanji," you exclaimed, stuffing the food in your mouth, "You really outdid yourself with this one."

Sanji's seemed satisfied as he watched you enjoy the sandwich, retreating to get something from the back.

"I'm glad you like it, love. By the way-" He returned, smaller plate in hand, "- i have something for you to try."

You didn't respond, looking at the mini cake he handed you.

"I'm guessing you're wondering what that is?" He said, and you nodded.

"It's a mini matcha cheesecake. You should try it," He urged you, and you obliged, taking a bite.

"Hmm. It's good..." You replied, wrinkling your nose.

"You're not telling me something," He said,

You glanced at Sanji, "Well, it's good, but it's missing something."

Sanji arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Missing something, you say? What could possibly be missing?"

"Sugar," You replied.

Sanji's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Sugar? You think my cheesecake needs more sugar?"

You nodded, a playful glint in your eye. "Definitely. It's got that nice matcha bitterness, but it needs a little sweetness to balance it out."

Sanji gave you a smile, clearly enjoying the banter. "Sugar would throw off the delicate flavor balance, but let's see if I can meet your sugar quota."

With a flourish, he reached for a small jar of powdered sugar and lightly dusted the cheesecake with it. "Now, give it another try," Sanji said, pushing the plate back to you.

You took another bite. "Mmm, that's much better," you declared with a satisfied smile.

"I guess i just didn't use as much sugar as i usually would, since you're so sweet."

"Don't forget i've got a bit of spice in me too," You rolled your eyes, leaning in closer.

"Indeed," He muttered, sealing the distance between the both of you, kisses tasting with the faintest hint of some kind of sweetness unknown to you.

"Hey Sanji I thought i smelled something really good cooking and- Oh!" You both tore away from each other, Luffy watching you as Zoro stood behind him, annoyance scribbled all over his features.

"First thing i see this morning-"

You hopped off the counter, blowing Sanji a kiss as you ran from the kitchen. Your departure was followed by an angry rupture and laughter, resounding loudly through the halls.

"Wait- You idiot why would you do that?!"

"Well i wasn't the one initiating PDA this early in the morning!"

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie Munson x Reader (hurt/no comfort)

Summary: While visiting your friend from college, you meet her neighbor across the hall and begin a fling with him. But how long can these good times last?

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), handjob, oral (m! receiving), unprotected p in v, hurt/no comfort, cheating, mention of weight shaming (not towards Reader)

A/N: y'all asked for it and I have delivered. Sorry, there won't be a part 2 fix-it because I like to put the "hurt" in "hurt/no comfort."

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Hawkins, Indiana didn’t have too much to offer. It was a tiny blip on a map that you could drive through and barely notice if you weren’t paying close attention. 

It also happened to be the hometown of your best friend from college. You and Nancy became fast friends after you both got lost on your first day at Emerson. It turned out that you were going to the same class, and the room number had been a misprint that led to a nonexistent room. 

Now, fresh on the heels of graduation, Nancy had secured a full-time position at the Hawkins Post and just moved into her own apartment. It gave you the perfect excuse to spend a few days crashing at her place like you’d never left the dorms. 

At least, that had been the original plan, until Nancy got a call about a biohazard leak from Hawkins Lab that had begun infiltrating an area affectionately dubbed “Lovers Lake,” which could be her first big story if she played her cards right. Why a miniscule town had a whole lab, you had no idea. What you did know was that you would be spending most of your time here by yourself, rather than with Nancy. 

Long days alone left you bored, occasionally working on the draft of your novel. While Nancy took to the structure of journalism, you preferred creative writing. She was the logician to your dreamer. Sometimes you loved that about her; other times, her straightforward line of thinking was the bane of your existence. 

Words swam on the page as you scanned each line, adding details and crossing out any superfluous information that added nothing to the plot. You pinched the bridge of your nose and massaged it, hoping to settle your vision enough to keep editing. 

Knock knock knock. 

“Wheeler, you in there?”

A man’s voice drifted from the other side of the door. Nancy had briefly mentioned knowing some of her neighbors, but you had never actually met them. 

“Wheeler?”

You padded over to the door. When you peered through the peephole, you saw the fish-eye version of a man. You first noticed his frizzy curls escaping the rubberband attempting to hold back his hair—well, that and his biceps, fully on display in his black tank top. 

Opening the door, you willed yourself to keep your composure.  

His brown eyes widened and his full lips turned upwards into a small smile. “You’re not Wheeler.”

“What gave it away?”

The man leaned one muscular arm against the doorframe. He smelled of tobacco and cologne. “Cute and sarcastic. A winning combination.” His smirk nearly brought you to your knees. “I ran out of paper towels and figured Wheeler probably keeps ‘em stockpiled. She has that ‘doomsday prepper’ energy.”

You laughed, crossing your arms as you let your eyes meet his. How did Nancy live in the same building as this guy and not constantly jump his bones? “I think she’d prefer to call it ‘emergency preparedness.’”

“Tomato, to-mah-to.” His gaze flicked over to the roll of paper towels Nancy kept by the sink. “May I?”

Nodding, you stepped aside to let him in. “I’m Eddie, by the way,” he said over his shoulder.

You introduced yourself with as much confidence as you could muster. “I’m supposed to be visiting Nancy for the week, but she’s been at work twenty-four seven.” 

Eddie’s ears pricked at the information. “I live across the hall in 6B if you ever need anything. Snacks, music recommendations, someone to keep you entertained since Wheeler selfishly ditched you.” His eyes twinkled at the joke, but there was a mischievous air in his tone. An insinuation of the type of entertainment he might provide. 

It wasn’t until the next day that you took Eddie up on his offer, knocking on his door three times. Your heart pounded in your chest the moment you heard him slide the chain lock off of its track, its beating surely still audible even as he cracked open the metal door. 

“Well, look who it is.” An unlit cigarette dangled between his lips and he’d pulled his curls back into a bun at the nape of his neck. “How can I be of service, sweetheart?”

“I was hoping we could hang out?” You winced at the inflection that made your statement into a question. 

Eddie cocked his head in contemplation. “Yeah?” He chuckled and shoved the cigarette back into its pack. “All right. Let’s go to yours then.”

His fingers brushed against the small of your back as you led him to Nancy’s apartment. Your pulse thrummed in your ears. Were you really doing this? Were you really inviting a stranger over to hang out?

This was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea—

“Does Wheeler have a guest room? Or does she make you crash on the couch?”

Shaking off your nerves, you summoned a smile. “No guest room, unfortunately.”

“Such a shame.” Eddie clicked his tongue. “Was hoping for a little privacy.” Head tilted to the side, his gaze devoured you whole. 

“I mean…” You wracked your brain for a solution. “We could just talk. Get to know each other.”

He exhaled, his breath laced with frustration. “Sweetheart, we only have a week. Six days now, actually, and then you go back home. ‘S not a lot of time.”

With that, Eddie stepped forward and placed a gentle kiss on your neck, letting his lips linger for a moment as he whispered, “is this okay?”

“Mhm.” Your hands readily found his waist, fingertips digging into the skin as you pulled him in closer. Hardness pressed against the fly of his jeans, and you could feel it even through the thick fabric. 

“Gotta admit, sweetheart,” Eddie tugged your shirt up over your head and tossed it aside haphazardly. “I was thinking about you when you knocked. Was about to take matters into my own hands.” 

He grinned at the double entendre, one hand snaking to your back to unhook your bra. “Goddamn.” He positioned his lips around one nipple, then the other, sucking until they were pert and sensitive. 

Desire pooled between your thighs and a whimper escaped you, your breath hitching as you tried to regain some semblance of control. No one had ever made you feel so wanted, so needed, with only a few kisses. 

“‘S a pretty noise,” Eddie mumbled. He unbuttoned your jeans with the dexterity of a musician, and you wondered if he played any instruments. 

You didn’t know a lot about him: his job, his hobbies, his favorite color. There was no time to consider that now, not while he had sat himself on the sofa and was already unbuckling his own belt. 

Eddie pulled his pants and boxers just low enough to free his erection, the head of his cock already slick with pre-cum. He leaned his head back, his hand reaching out to yours. 

Naively, you threaded your fingers with his, like it was some intimate gesture. Embarrassment flooded your bloodstream when Eddie laughed under his breath and wrapped your hand around his length. 

“There ya go, sweetheart.” He inhaled sharply as you moved your hand up and down. 

You worked him, swiping your thumb over the tip and feeling him shudder at your touch. Each reaction grew your confidence until you were straddling him, the thin fabric of your panties serving as the only barrier between the two of you. 

Eddie’s palm pressed against the back of your head, a wordless plea for you to use your mouth. You obliged, pulling his pants down to his ankles and trying not to outwardly wince when your knees dug into the thin carpet.

You relished the sound of each moan that you drew from him, knowing that you were making him feel that way. Your lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling around it to further heighten his sensitivity. One hand cupped his balls, carefully kneading them in the same rhythm that your mouth took with his shaft. 

As if on instinct, he pushed your head farther down his shaft. You weren’t expecting it, tears pricking at your eyes as you coughed around him. 

“Shit, sorry.” Eddie let go of you so you could readjust. You were all too grateful that he didn’t turn the moment into a chance to pity you, saving you from further humiliation. 

Wordlessly, you went back to sucking him off. His thighs trembled; for a moment, you expected to feel him spilling onto your tongue. But Eddie only pulled back, his finger wiping away the saliva that dribbled from the corner of your mouth. 

“Ride me.” He patted his lap, eyes shining as you obeyed without hesitation. “Fuck, wish you were gonna be around longer. I could get used to this.”

Eddie watched you as you sank down, taking him inch by glorious inch until you were full of him. Your own gaze stayed fixed on his lips, so plush and begging to be kissed. 

You let lust guide you. Despite an initial shock, Eddie parted your lips with his tongue until your shuddering breath mixed with his. Had no one ever kissed him with such passion? Had no one ever shown him how wanted he was? Is that why he had seemed so surprised when you displayed that kind of intimacy?

There was no time to further ponder these notions, not when he gripped your ass and bucked his hips upward. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was so good, it was too easy for all of your thoughts to only focus on him. The way his mouth tasted of tobacco, the way he held you like he couldn’t bear to let you go, the way each thrust filled you deliciously…

“You close?”

Were you? Not really; it had been just a few minutes, but you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Men got insecure if they finished before their partner, especially someone new. 

So you just nodded, your eyes locking onto him in hopes he’d believe the lie. Eddie didn’t meet your look; he leaned forward and dug his teeth into your shoulder as he came.

“Oh, God. Fucking Christ–holy shit.”

Giddiness and a twinge of pride fluttered within you, almost as good as an orgasm itself. Maybe you’d get yours next time.

As though reading your mind, Eddie tucked his forefinger under your chin and his thumb atop it. “We should do this again sometime.”

 And so you did. Every day that week while Nancy was at work, Eddie came over to her apartment. The couch became your sex spot, so much that you joked about Eddie’s ass leaving an imprint in the fabric. 

“Maybe we could go to your place?” You suggested on Thursday when Eddie practically mauled you the moment he stepped through the doorway.

He just shook his head. “Nah. I wouldn’t want you to see all of my shit, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even want to imagine the bachelor pad that you might find across the hall, empty pizza boxes cluttering the trash can, beer bottles strewn everywhere, ashtrays full of cigarette butts. 

You did find out a little more about Eddie: He worked nights at the plant, which was why he was home during the day. He played guitar and sang lead vocals in his band, Corroded Coffin. And once you moved his hand down to your clit, he could definitely make you come.

That Friday, before Eddie pulled out, he ran his thumb along your lower lip.

“Wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow morning,” he murmured. “If you were sticking around, I might have had to ask you on a date.”

It was almost enough. The thought of being a real couple, someday even making love instead of simply having sex, brought a smile to your face. Maybe you could make these visits to Nancy more often than you’d originally anticipated.

You decided it must be fate when rain poured down in sheets and lightning zigzagged across the sky, delaying your flight for twelve hours. The cab driver crawled at a snail’s pace as he drove you back to Nancy’s, and you kept reminding yourself that he was doing it for your safety. 

Eddie would be so excited to have another day with you. Another afternoon to spend together, to draw pleasure from one another…possibly even discuss the potential of a long-distance relationship.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

His name echoed with each step you took up the stairwell. You would just knock on his door, fling yourself into his arms, and–

“Hey, babe. Looks like you made it back just in time.”

Eddie. 

Your stomach was a leaden weight when you reached the sixth floor and saw Eddie taking a suitcase from a blonde woman and kissing her until her baby pink lipstick smudged on his mouth. And if that wasn’t enough, there was a thin gold band on his ring finger that hadn’t been there the whole week.

“I would’ve walked if it meant getting home,” the woman said softly. “My mom is still awful, by the way. She kept asking if I was pregnant because, and I quote, ‘you look like you’ve been gaining weight, Chrissy.’”

There was no hiding the smirk on Eddie’s face. “We could make it happen, if you want.”

Chrissy swatted at him and walked into the apartment, and then it was just you and Eddie.

“You’re married.”

You barely recognized your own voice, thick with tears that you were willing back until you were alone. 

Surprise flashed across his face for only a second before he composed himself. He looked right through you, mumbling sorry under his breath as he tugged his wife’s–his wife’s–luggage over the threshold and disappeared to be with her.

--

[illuminiscentboba]

will iwaizumi get the memo? (he will, finally omfg)

plot: where you so obviously like him to the point that even oikawa is well aware of this crush but iwaizumi misinterprets your relationship with oikawa and is proven otherwise

its another rough day of studying, forcing yourself to read just another page before you give in but your mind already drifted elsewhere, the words your reading not actually flowing comprehensively in your head.

you had plans after this, plans to see iwaizumis childhood pictures with oikawa. you had helped the unserious volleyball freak run errands among other favors and he had offered you favors you could cash in whenever you wanted.

and today was the day, you were hoping to see a stunning, tan skin buff guy cooking at oikawas apartment but if he didn't come at least you would be able to look at the pictures.

packing up your bag with haste, you rushed to catch the train, already mentally preparing yourself for all the teasing you would get from the brunette as you melted at their childhood pictures.

you can already hear his coos and "you want him so bad," "simp" especially with how smug he looked whenever you guys were in the room together, god forbid how obvious and irritating he was when you guys would talk and do activities together.

Thankfully, his place wasn't far, you knocked and a long duration of time passed, before you knocked again, maybe they didn't hear you? you continued to wait, still nothing.

finally just as you were about to spam call your friend, the door swung open, apologies flowing out of the mans mouth, but not your friends mouth. a different mans mouth, his damp hair drooping, his lips curling into a half smile. "hey, y/n. shittykawa told me you were coming."

"hey." you greeted back, beating oikawa up in your head. "sorry if I made you rush out of the shower, he told me he'd be here by now."

"no problem, I looked kind of crazy earlier so I'm glad he told me so that I could freshen up." he freshened up because he heard you were coming? you tried not to let the delusions go to your head as he, picked your heavy bag swiftly off your shoulder, headed down the hall. he picked up a towel propped on the counter to continue drying his hair.

you made yourself comfortable on the sofa, trying to spot where your enemy, you mean oikawa, put the photoalbum.

iwaizumi watched your curious glances around the room. he had been wanting to hang out with you one on one and if this was the chance he'd be dumb not to take it. he reached into the drawer, pulling out the thick albums.

"looking for this?" he headed over with two albums, one with a baby plastered over it, the other with volleyballs on it.

"yeah, did he tell you to give me this too?" that sneaky man. "yeah, but he didn't tell me which one." that was a lie, oikawa had insisted he bring out the album he had with the two of them but why would you want to see that when there was already an album with just oikawa you could see.

he slumped into the sofa next to you the album with him and oikawa on his lap as he handed you the other one.

you flipped it open, trying not to think about how close you guys were and the way he leaned closer to see. you flipped through one page, then another then a few more, your pace quickening. did oikawa get confused? and thought you wanted to see him and not the sexy man beside you that you talk about eveyr week?

"wait slow down,"

"oh sorry, let me go back."

"no thats not what I meant...wait didn't you want to see these pictures? aren't you going too quickly to see them?"

he turns to look you in the eyes as you force away a conflicted look, not sure how to go about this.

"here look, thats oikawa this is when he lost his first tooth and finished crying about it." he points to the page, reaching over to flip to the next one for you. and here is when he caught his first ever fish, I caught an even bigger one but I don't know where the picture of that went.

he pointed out a few more with funny stories attatched to them, enjouying your giggles, and the questions about where he was during these pictures and what other memories does he remember with them.

he found himself talking much more than usual and more about himself than oikawa. he tried to get back to the topic, but you effortlessly returned the topic back to him, who you were more curious about.

In fact the photo album was brought back to his lap, and you were hardly focused on it, watching him as he recalled the stories.

"actually...there are some photos of me and him if you want to see."

he gestured to the book under the open album on his lap and you couldn't hide your enthusiasm as he handed you the album. "oh my god." you shrieked, stretching out the letters. oikawa had told you that iwaizumi was a roundfaced, skinny little kid that expressed himself well with his eyes, his sharp tongue, never failing him over the years but god was he adorable.

"oh my gosh you guys look soooo cute!" iwaizumi is complebely flabbergasted by your reaction. you looked at oikawas childhood pictures with barely much enthusiasm, the occasional giggle or oh my god coming from your mouth as you quickly flipped though it.

but here you were closely examining the pictures with you two together. you flip through a few more at a slower pace, stealing glances at him and baby iwaizumi, the sharp, angular jawline nothing like the circular face with plumb cheeks holding objects greater than his size.

"do you think I don't look cute anymore?" he jokes, catching onto your comparison. "well, growing has done you justice." he chuckles, telling you in detail his stories of bravery in the wilderness, and the mundane, shifting closer as he explains.

"please...why do you look so happy holding up these creatures?" you say through a fit of laughter. his obsession with bugs was hard to explain, you laugh at the embarassed scratch of his neck and flush, calling him one of those bug catcher pokemon trainers you fight against your will at the start of most games.

"bugs are terrifying, now I know who to call when I see a spider."

"they aren't that bad." "yeah they are" "your missing out." he insists, a soft smile growing on his face.

you point out another of those picture of iwaizumis chest swelling with pride as he displayed other strange objects to the camera and oikawa, and he lifts his shirt, pointing to the nicks and old scars on his body from those adventures.

you run a careful hand over the scars on his arm, his voice still laced with warmth startling you. "you should bring your baby pictures next time. I want to see them."

"do you?" you lift your head from his arm, looking directly up into his eyes. "and do you want the storylines behind my pictures?"

"I sure do." he hums, shifting your hair from your face. "though they're probably not that different from your face right now."

he can't dodge your swipe with how close you guys are, catching your arms with a laugh. "are you saying im the epitome of youth?"

"no im saying you could still do some growing." now maybe you won't be showing him your baby pictures.

the door suddenly slams open, a frazzled oikawa carrying an armful of groceries, the stack of it covering his face.

"y/n?? are you here?! did you find the iwa-chan album?" iwaizumis already straightening you up and untangling your limbs, the what have I told you about bringing everything up at once by yourself coming out of his mouth before he processes oikawas words.

"wait, you came here to see my baby pictures? and not his?" oikawa barely make it to the counter with the cluster of stuff. already stepping away after he places it onto the counter, sensing he's messed up.

"well...I can explain...."

yall shld read this:

studying with a sleepy akaashi and him pulling moves on you (they're working)

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

summary: there's nothing quite like being pampered by your partner after coming home from a fight... at least in childe's eyes

pairing: childe x gn! reader

warnings: fluff, a smidge angsty towards the end, mentions of fighting/ wounds; just a scene i had to exorcise from my brain since i'm ridiculously down bad; this is either a modern au or a 'teyvat has blow-dryers now' au, pick whichever one you fancy

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“Watch it,” you threatened, though your voice lacked any sort of real bite. How could you be truly mad when Childe was grinning up at you, all boyish and playful, a strand of his wet bangs stubbornly falling back into his ocean-hued eyes?

“I wouldn’t have to if you just joined me,” the ginger hummed with no remorse, wet fingers dancing along the hem of your already soaked shirt, itching the creep under it. No doubt, he had already thought about just pulling you into the bathtub with him. “Or you could just take off your clothes if you’re so worried about them getting wet.”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s the only reason you’re proposing that, huh?” You cocked your eyebrow at him, gently sweeping his hair back again. Even after you shampooed and conditioned it, it was as unruly and wilful as the guy it was attached to. “No ulterior motives whatsoever, I presume.”

“No ulterior motives whatsoever,” Childe echoed, though his voice carried the same mischief as it did right before he splashed the first wave of water over you. “I’m just looking out for you, darling.”

“The only thing you’re looking out for are your best interests,” you snorted, grabbing the body wash and sponge, motioning for him to turn around. “Now sit still, you literal child. I don’t want to accidentally reopen the wounds I spent so long dressing.”

“You got it,” the ginger laughed, clearly not as concerned with the deep scratches littering his back. Though you really didn’t want to meet whatever had caused them, Childe had excitedly told you all about his scuffles as he came home, still high on adrenaline as you ushered him into the bathroom and peeling off his many layers of clothing.

You shook your head, dispelling the thoughts that started clouding your mind. It was a conversation you have had plenty of times before. Instead you concentrated on the way his lithe muscles flexed and relaxed under your touch, his skin as always pleasantly warm and smooth despite the faded scars littering it. You knew the origins of most, having spent many nights tracing them as you listened to the stories behind them. Sure, some were from thrilling battles, but there were also smaller, odd ones like the one where Teucer accidentally nicked him as he taught his younger brother how to prepare a fish they caught together.

When you were certain your boyfriend was all clean again, you got some fluffy towels as he clambered out of the tub, purposefully not meeting his smug expression as he caught you eyeing the water droplets running down the dibs of his abs. You were also sure there was no need for his arms to flex as much as they did as he towelled his hair dry, leaving the white fabric to rest around his neck. 

Though there was a shirt set out next to his sweatpants, he forewent it completely and you sighed as you followed him out of the bathroom with the blow-dryer in hand. Idly, Childe sauntered over to the bed, sitting down with his back to the frame waiting for you to take your place behind him like you always did.

Gingerly, you rested your legs over his shoulders, feeling his calloused palms wrap around them, his fingers tracing random shapes into your thighs and calves as his bare body radiated heat. Watching the stream of hot air tussle his fluffy strands, your thoughts couldn’t help but circle back to the bloodied wounds on his back. None of them were too deep this time, but…

There was a tap against your calf.

“What are you thinking about?” Of course, Childe would pick up on your dip in mood; he always could. He could probably also guess the direction your thoughts had turned, it wasn’t an uncommon point of discussion. “And you’d better not say it’s nothing.”

“I know I tell you all the time and you always tell me not to worry. And I do have more faith in you than anyone else, but can you be at least a little more careful?” In that moment you were glad your boyfriend was turned away from you, certain your voice would shake even more if you were to look into his eyes right now. 

Running your fingers through his soft hair, you busied yourself with parting the sections to resemble a somewhat orderly hairstyle in order to keep your hands from trembling. Still, Childe easily caught your wrists, sliding his fingers between yours as he twisted to face you.

“You really do worry too much. I’m fine, right? See, everything still attached and working,” Childe smiled, drumming his fingers across your knuckles.

“Yeah but what if something happens? Something that is outside of your control and you don’t—“ You cut yourself off, not daring to speak your worst fear into existence. It would make it seem so much realer. “Just… Ajax, if you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you, if the other side of the bed was cold—“

“Hey now, none of that,” Childe soothed, reaching up to smooth out the crease of your brows. “You’ll never have to go to sleep alone or wake up to an empty bed. I’ll always come back home to you, I promise. Nothing could keep me away from you.”

The heat of his kisses spread from your knuckles all the way up to your heart, warming you from the inside out as his words soothed your frayed nerves. The logical part of your brain knew he couldn’t actually prevent all bad turns of events from happening but you willed those thoughts away. 

As you curled up under the blanket with him that night, his arm draped securely over your waist to pull you close to him and into his safe embrace, you reminded yourself Ajax had never broken his promises before. So, as the moon bore witness to his vow sealed with more kisses, you decided to believe him.

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[rowretro]

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

☆Warnings☆: Yandere themes, kidnap, somewhat sexual, suggestive, blood, death, Mafia

☆Synopsis☆: The Park Brothers, a well known mafia group, known to go down in the history books as the most powerful Korean mafia. Though they have their morals in their own words. Many mafias had been drawn to their death at a specific lake. and all those deaths link to one specific, beautiful young woman..... Lee Y/n. They claim that she'd seduce men to their death. Yet the Park brothers had fallen in love.

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Sunghoon stared out on his balcony at the crystal waters, in which a majority of his enemies were dragged to their death, by an unknown being. He never saw what happened or how, but it reminded to keep his guard up. Jay appeared behind him, tapping on the younger Park's shoulder. Sunghoon put his binoculars down as he turned to Jay. "Sunghoon, I doubt staring at the ocean is going to get you anywhere... Those fools must've been promised gold, and thrown off a boat when far out of sight for all you know" Jay simply said as Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at the ocean.

"Think about it Jay.... someone is out to get us... Sure his or their foolery won't work on us.... but we should stay alert... who the fuck could it possibly be? some group from a foreign country we fucked over?" He asked as Jay smirked. "Whoever or whatever it is... we'll see tonight" Jay said as Sunghoon turned to him tilting his head. "Jay we aren't going there are you fucking stupid?!" Sunghoon asked as Jay snickerred.

That very night, Jay was working in his office while Sunghoon sat at his balcony, crystal glass at hand as he stared through the binoculars, looking for anything suspicious. Nothing but the calm waves, moonlight reflecting on the crystal waters a few very tiny fish barely visible as it leaped out of the water and back in again. Wait what is that, possibly a mermaid?

He watched as the female flipped her wet hair back. Her figure alluring, the white clothes she was dressed in drenched till they see through. The moonlight reflecting off of her making her seem so angelic. Sunghoon's eyes widen. The woman turns around, a smile on her face as she continues dancing in the somewhat shallow end, the water reaching her mid thighs, yet her short white dress was drenched, her gaze seductive, and the way she moved made him really feel something.

"What are you staring at?" Jay asked as Sunghoon passed him the binoculars. Jay fell in love with the sight "Guess we found the angel of death...." He mutterred as Sunghoon bit his lip. "Fuck it. She's ours. we're taking her." Sunghoon said as Jay turned to him, he too was thinking the same.

It didn't take them any struggle to kidnap her from where she was, the woman now wrapped in a towel, as she was lying down on a very luxorious bed. The moment she opened her eyes, and saw the Park Brothers before, she knew she was fucked. "Lee Y/n.... the very sister of our dear friend Lee Heeseung.... what business do you have these murders?" Jay asked as Sunghoon sat by her on his chair, drying her hair with a towel. His hands so gently handling her, which sent a shiver down her spine. These men had the power to murder her. to torture her painfully and feed her remains to hungry foxes.

Jay suddenly clicked his fingers before her, as she zoned out. "Heeseung needed to kill Hwang Daehoon, and a few other mafia leaders who were more ruthless than morally.... so I offerred to help him.... I swear I dont intend on hurting anyone else, especially you guys Heeseung would never want to lay a hand on you...." She explained as Sunghoon suddenly grabbed her chin "Saying so much shit yet all I can focus on is that pretty face." he mumbles as she blinks at him.

Jay's eyes scanned her body, such a stunning figure, nice silky layerred black hair that framed her face perfectly, Her dark eyes, and perfect brows, slightly big nose, and the perfect soft cupid bow and arrow lips. Her jawline sharp as his. She's fucking hot. his hand softly grabbed her arm which was a slightly darker tone than his skin. "Ill spare you.... if you agree to become our wife." Jay simply said with a smirk as she frowned.

It's not like she had a choice anyway....

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A/n: day 2 of no nicotine, didnt think of vaping while writting this thing coz I was so confused... anyways part 2 anyone?

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝑲𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒚-!! ≽^•⩊•^≼

synopsis: L&Ds men interactions when you get a cat!

tags: fluff, nothing suggestive very cute and wholesome

a/n: rare blue moon occasion where i write fluff LMAO but this was toooo cute of a request

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

Gets a little too jealous.

You’d never seen him like this, especially over a pet.

When you got pet fish he never batted an eye, even offering to feed it or get some decorations for your tank.

But with your new kitty, he thinks you spend far too much time with it.

Insisting it needs to “learn how to live” by itself, but when you tell him the same he pouts.

When you end up falling asleep on the couch, circled up with kitty on your lap, he’ll scowl; trying to slowly place himself behind you and nap alongside you, quickly getting hissed off. The cat could definitely feel Xavier’s resentment.

You walked into quite the spectacle the other day, hearing mumbling coming from your living room while you exited your bed.

As if Xavier was talking on the phone, but it was the cat…

You lurk behind the wall, seeing him seated criss cross on the floor, dancing a treat infront the cats mouth, “Alright…today you’ll leave us alone okay…and more treats…” he whispers, repeating over and over as if its interested in anything but the treats.

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

He took it like how you thought…you’d wake up too many times to see him crawling over you to the other side of the bed if your kitty slept near him.

Always wondering how you’d let such a “beast” sleep next to you while in a most vulnerable state.

When you were in be shower you thought you heard an entire crime scene go down.

But when you exited the bathroom, hair wet and soap still dripping down your legs with a towel around you…It was Rafayel calling for you.

“It’s- It’s licking me! Make it stop- You monster!!! No don’t go near the paint- Y/n-!”

He’d spend time lecturing the cat as if it could understand him, arms crossed and all…what a drama queen.

𝑺𝒚𝒍𝒖𝒔

He pampers it like it’s your child. He was “annoyed” at first, he likes cats maybe even more than the next guy but he believes they’re predators who can fend for themselves, and deserve respect for their resilience.

All that chatter yet you find your own cat with a collar that costs your entire paycheck. Matching bowls, toys, scratching posts, and even a self cleaning litter box.

You found that Sylus likes to spoil everything he likes.

When you took him to the supermarket to buy treats for the kitty, you tried to make sensible but generous choices, picking up a pretty good brand according to some internet forums.

As you held it in your hand you saw Sylus look at you with a face of disgust. He took it from you slowly, pinching it from the top like it was disease ridden, “…What kind of garbage is that….we can’t feed this them this?” He says, opting for the most expensive bag of treats you layed your eyes on. “We should just have the chefs make fresh treats next time…”

So now you and your cat are both resident sugar babies.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

Is often very fond of it, but sometimes there’s mild jealous. he’s not the jealous one, nor is the cat…

It seemed a little odd to you, how Zayne would sit on the other end of the couch and keep it company during your movie nights.

He’d feed it, pet it, bathe it even!

The cat was basically his now…

One time you called Zayne, frantic and scared thinking she ran away.

He assured you that she was actually just at the hospital with him…for some odd reason. He claimed the cat wouldn’t let him leave your home that morning without coming along.

When you tried to coerce the kitty to come back with you, you thought you’d bring her “favorite” toy.

“No- no she doesn’t like that one…”

And then- he pulled out a rattling toy from his office desk to entertain her with.

This cats got good taste in men you suppose.

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[undiscovered-horizon]

hello! if you accept requests for one peaceLive action (I hope)

could you write reader x sanji and I have a strange idea

what if with reader flirting.... another cook? and Sanji feels not just jealousy, but double jealousy... it's very strange, I know, but still I think it's quite interesting.

thank you in advance🙏💕

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The smell of spices, ripe fruit and freshly made food hits your nostrils. It's markets like this that truly show the genius loci of the place. Mobs of people roll through the narrow spaces between stalls that are bending under the weight of displayed products.

You glance at Sanji, who's walking next to you. Judging by the bliss on his face, you'd think you're in heaven and not some unmarked island in the middle of nowhere.

Then a specific aroma reaches you - something you haven't smelled in a long time but could never forget. It's tangy, creamy and herbal...

"Can you smell it?" you turn to Sanji, suddenly stopping in your tracks. Excitement bubbles inside your chest and cherished memories of beautiful days with wonderful people flash before your eyes.

"You'll have to be a little more precise, love," he answers with undeniable fondness in his voice. His thumb is softly rubbing the skin of your hand.

"Lemon tarragon sauce," you say as if it's the most obvious thing. Looking around, you catch a glimpse of a pot filled with yellow-ish, creamy dip. "Right there!"

Tugging at his arm, you pull him in the direction of the stall and the source of the delightful smell. The market stand is managed by a man around your age. He has a head full of black, dense curls that perfectly suit his tanned skin. There's a clean dish towel tied around his neck as if it's an ascot. Skilled, muscular hands move between pans, pots and counters as he's restlessly grilling meat, fish and prawns to put them in cones made from newspaper and layer the tarragon sauce on top.

The street cook looks up from the dishes when he notices customers approaching. As his dark eyes set on you, the man suddenly perks up and a playful smile curves his raspberry-coloured lips.

"Mademoiselle," he says with a certain intensity to his voice. It almost sounds like he's asking you something.

Sanji immediately cringes at the man's tone. This suave, decadent drawl is something he's also used the very first time he saw you. And considering the fact that you're tightly holding his hand, it had worked perfectly. Now just to make sure that this terragon-smelling, ascot-wearing sleazy guy isn't as successful.

"How can I thank you for brightening up my day?"

"I'd love a serving of prawns with tarragon sauce," you say thrilled. It seems that you're either missing the flirtatious aura surrounding the man or you're willfully ignoring them.

Sanji feels his chest tighten and a bitter taste fills his mouth. Why would you be so excited about someone else's cooking? Worse - what if you will prefer that guy's food over his?

The street cook gets to grilling freshly caught prawns. His fingers skilfully dance in the air as he seasons the seafood and mixes it in the pan. Garlic and lemon pepper fragrances overthrow your senses.

The ascot-wearing man gives you a curious look. "What are you looking for at the end of the world, flower?" he asks.

But before you can answer, Sanji cuts in. "We're on a shore leave," he answers coldly. "Won't stay for long."

"That's a shame," the local chef continues unaffected by Sanji's impertinence. His eyes are fixed on you, eating you up like you're the local delicacy and not the seafood in the pan. "At night the island looks even better. Not that it could compare," he says with a wink.

In a swift move, the man moves the prawns from the pan onto a page from a newspaper. He quickly rolls the paper into a cone. Clearly, he's been doing this for a very long time.

"You're from around here, right?" you carry on the conversation.

"Born and raised, ma cherie," he answers with pride. That shouldn't come as a surprise - ever since the Marines built a base on the surrounding archipelago, the islands have been filled with immigrants who couldn't care less about local traditions and customs.

Sanji feels his irritation only growing, hearing how the pet name rolls off the man's tongue naturally, as though he's calling you by your given name. It feels wrong down to the marrow of his bones.

"So, as a local, can you recommend something to pass the time?"

The bitterness Sanji involuntarily tastes on his tongue is mixed with sweetness that only you can bring him. Of course you don't notice the flirtatious tone - you just want the tarragon sauce and something fun to do before tomorrow comes and the Straw Hats are off for another voyage.

Then, another nice thought stirs inside his head. Maybe you're too deep in love with Sanji to even notice another man's interest? The idea makes him giddy like he's a schoolgirl with a crush. He almost misses the next part of the conversation, too busy with his adorable, a little cringy, daydream:

"While the weather is still good and the nights are warm, skinny dipping is quite popular," the local cook answers while pouring tarragon sauce over the grilled prawns. "Much better with good company," he purrs out. "Prawns with tarragon sauce, on the house." The man hands you your order but with only one cocktail stick as though the blond chef next to you doesn't count as a customer.

Excited, you take the paper cone from the street vendor. But before you can try the food, Sanji takes the stick and takes the first bite.

A frown enters his face as he chews the prawn. Then he sighs in disappointment.

"Do you seriously call this cooking?" he asks the ascot-wearing man. His voice is laced with anger and disbelief. "A fishman would make a better sauce. It's missing white wine and anise. And there's too much garlic."

You hiss his name out but Sanji appears unaffected. Forcing a polite smile, you turn to the street vendor, who's glancing between you and your boyfriend with a look of superiority. "Thank you for the food and sorry for Grumpy over here."

Only when you're a few paces away from the vendor and definitely out of earshot, do you confront Sanji about his mordant humor.

"No need to get snappy."

He forces his lips into a thin line. "His food is shit and he keeps making piss poor attempts at flirting when you're clearly," he lifts your intertwined fingers, "not a mademoiselle." Although Sanji quotes the word in mockery, it sounds delicious coming from him. If you weren't already sharing his bed, right now you'd be seriously considering it. Planning it even.

"So that's what this is about?" you ask as laughter forces its way out of your chest. Considering how whipped you are for Sanji, it seems ridiculous that you could think romantically about other men. "You're jealous about a smooth-talking cook. Sounds like someone I know."

"Does it?" he picks up on your banter. That familiar, playful smile returns to his face. His eyes momentarily light up, flashing you a glint of various emotions: desire, amusement, adoration. "How many smooth-talking cooks have you seduced?"

You shrug your shoulders and shake your head dramatically. "Don't know. Never bothered to count. I'm just looking for someone to make me lemon tarragon sauce any time I want."

Sanji's hand again rubs the skin of your palm. His other hand reaches for your face, fingers brushing against your jaw. "For you, little dove, I'd make tarragon sauce every day."

"With white wine and anise?" you ask, leaning in slightly. His scent of cigarette smoke and frying oil fills your lungs. Suddenly, the market around you is nonexistent and there's only Sanji.

"The best lemon tarragon sauce you've ever had," he murmurs against your face. His nose brushes against your cheeks.

"I already have the best."

His lips taste like lemons, butter and herbs when he kisses you. Honestly, this is the best version of the sauce you've ever had.

[megalony]

I Won't Be Merciful

Here is a new Dark! Eddie Diaz imagine as promised, I hope you will all like it. Please let me know what you think.

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Eddie Masterlist #2

Summary: A colleague at work is getting far too close to (Y/n) and she doesn't want to tell Eddie. But when he finds out, he makes it clear that if the guy doesn't back off, he will have a big problem. Eddie doesn't play fair.

Enjoy.

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A sigh tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips as she dragged her fingers through her damp hair and walked out the bathroom. She kept the towel draped over her shoulder even though she was in her bra and underwear, and held her clothes in a bundle beneath her arm.

A shower seemed to have been the wrong move as it had drained the little energy she had left. She felt like a battery that was close to empty.

When she headed into the bedroom, (Y/n) placed her clothes in the hamper and a smile pulled at her lips when she looked over at Eddie.

He was stacking clothes away in the chest of drawers next to the window. It was clear he had either heard or simply sensed (Y/n)'s presence because he immediately glanced over his shoulder to look at her and a smirk lit up his face when he took in her attire.

"Any pyjamas in there?" (Y/n) tilted her head to one side and placed the towel on the bed once she'd dragged it through her hair for a final time. She knew Eddie had a pile of clean clothes that he was putting away.

He looked between (Y/n) and the pile for a few seconds before he nodded and fished out the pyjamas he knew she wanted. He knew she would want the new maternity ones she had been wearing all week since they were stretchy and comfy around her growing bump. (Y/n) was six and a half months pregnant, but having twin girls meant she was a lot more uncomfortable than before. Those pyjamas were the comfiest thing for (Y/n) to wear right now.

"These ones?" Eddie spun around and padded across the carpet until he was stood just in front of (Y/n) near the end of the bed.

He held the pyjamas out but when (Y/n) went to take them, he lifted his arm above his head, securing them just out of (Y/n)'s reach. His smile changed into a smirk and he started waving the pyjamas from left to right while his other hand reached out to cup her bare hip. He stepped closer until their chests were pressed together and he could feel her bump pressing into his abdomen.

The way he tilted his head to one side and flashed his teeth made (Y/n)'s knees quake. She tried pushing up on her tip toes, but Eddie simply did the same and held his arm even higher out of her reach.

"Eddie…" When he didn't respond and simply smiled, (Y/n) huffed and dropped her arms down. "Do you want us all to freeze?"

She watched the way his hands followed her movements, watching how she anged her head to one side and pressed her hands on either side of her bump. She had just been in a hot shower and it was getting late, if he didn't let her get changed she was going to start getting cold. She was already shivering.

"I suppose not." He murmured softly before he ducked his head down and stole a kiss.

(Y/n) felt his arms moving as he kissed her. He dropped her pyjamas down onto the bed beside them so he could cup her stomach with one hand and move the other to cradle the side of her neck and angle her head to better meet his lips.

It felt like he was stealing all the air from her lungs and it left her lips tingling against Eddie's in the best way. She let him twist her to the right and gently nudge her back until she was sat down on the end of the bed and he was hovering over her. His hands still attached to her with his fingers roaming her skin and a content hum vibrating from his lips against hers.

"Go on then, don't want all my girls getting cold." Eddie brushed his thumb along the edge of her jaw and pecked the corner of her mouth before he stood up again.

(Y/n) murmured a soft 'thank you' and grabbed her pyjama bottoms to start getting changed.

Eddie went back to putting the clothes away and he rounded the other side of the bed to put a few things in (Y/n)'s bedside drawer. But he paused when he saw her phone light up. Whilst he had been tidying up, he kept noticing her phone flashing and heard the small vibration as it rattled against the table since it was on silent.

He put it down to emails or the odd message, but that was quite a few messages she had gotten this afternoon that he had noticed.

Reaching out, Eddie held her phone and scrolled over the lockscreen to see the notifications. His brows furrowed and his chest tightened like his lungs were expanding and were no longer going to fit in his chest. He could feel his jaw grinding as he looked at just how many messages (Y/n) had received since she had been tidying up and then gone for a shower.

All from the same person. Someone Eddie didn't know.

"Who's Nigel?"

The gritty edge to Eddie's voice caught (Y/n) off guard as she pushed up off the bed to drag her pyjama bottoms up over her hips so they sat comfortably on her hips. She smoothed her hands up and down her bump while she frowned and glanced behind her at her husband.

"Hm?" Her brows furrowed in confusion until Eddie shook his hand to signal that he had picked up her phone. "Oh, he's one of the dispatchers at work. What does he want?"

(Y/n) shrugged and waited for Eddie to read out the messages she had received.

Nigel was one of the dispatchers she worked with, but he wasn't someone (Y/n) classed as a friend. He was a colleague. Someone (Y/n) didn't talk to outside of work and someone she didn't know well enough to come home talking to Eddie about him. She had better things to do when she came home than mention someone she didn't really want to know besides saying hello when they were on shift together.

"Where'd you want me to start?" The edge to his words made (Y/n) shiver and the way his upper lip curled had (Y/n)'s expression falling. "How are you? Are you busy? Are you at home? What are you up to? Jesus, he's trying hard."

Eddie unlocked (Y/n)'s phone and continued to scroll up through the messages to see how many times he seemed to message her on a daily basis. For someone (Y/n) had never mentioned, this guy sure did message her a lot. Eddie didn't like that. He didn't like someone trying so hard to get (Y/n)'s attention like this.

It didn't take a genius to gather what this guy wanted. Eddie wasn't stupid. If someone was messaging (Y/n) like this and asking such casual questions so often, it was clear he wanted to be a good friend. Or more than a friend.

That wasn't allowed.

She was Eddie's wife, and he didn't share.

(Y/n) didn't have a response for that. She knitted her hands together in front of her fidgeted from one foot to the next, unsure what to do or what she was supposed to say. Eddie could read the messages- well, that didn't exactly matter since he was clearly scrolling through every message Nigel had ever sent her.

But she didn't care if he looked. He would see (Y/n) barely messaged Nigel back. She didn't want to talk to him, she regretted getting his number from Maddie and that had only been to see if he was able to swap a shift with her at short notice. Since that first message, Nigel had barely stopped trying to converse with her and (Y/n) didn't want to be rude. They worked together, it wouldn't do her any favours to start any arguments or friction.

"Baby, he messages you almost every day by the looks of it. Why didn't you tell me?"

An unsettling feeling started to pool in the pit of her stomach and (Y/n) moved one hand to rub along the base of her abdomen where one of the twins was kicking and wriggling. The nervousness had woken at least one of their girls up. At least Chris was in bed watching a movie, so it was very unlikely that he would hear any part of their conversation.

She tilted her head down, keeping her eyes on her exposed stomach as she willed this conversation to go away. (Y/n) had agonised about blocking Nigel from her phone so Eddie would never find out this guy was messaging her.

If anyone so much as looked at (Y/n) while she was out with Eddie his protective side would flare up. She knew her husband hated anyone talking to her, especially if he didn't know them and Eddie could get insanely jealous. This possessive streak in him was starting to expand now that (Y/n) was pregnant too.

"He messages a lot, but I- I don't respond most of the time. He just… keeps texting."

"And this guy works with you? Is he bothering you at work too?" Eddie's tone darkened when that last question seemed to dawn on him. If this Nigel was messaging (Y/n) this much when she was at home, then there was no telling what he was like when he was actually on shift with (Y/n).

The way Eddie stared at her made (Y/n) feel like a spotlight was shining directly on her and she didn't know where to look or what to do with herself.

She decided on trying to finish getting dressed and she reached for her shirt on the bed whilst keeping her eyes aimed down so she didn't have to see the emotions raging across her husband's face. She saw the way Eddie tossed her phone onto the bed with a grunt and steered round the side of the bed to stand in front of her. He was close enough that (Y/n) could feel each laboured breath he took which made his chest heave.

And when (Y/n) tried to pull her top over her head, she gasped when Eddie unravelled it from her and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes followed her shirt until Eddie's hand was cupping her chin and he turned her head so she was forced to look up at him.

He didn't like it when she avoided his gaze, it made him angry, it made Eddie feel like she was trying to hide something from him. They both knew Eddie could always read every expression on (Y/n)'s face and her eyes told him almost as much as when she spoke.

"Will you answer me?"

The lack of a reply was clearly telling Eddie that this guy was hassling her at work as well as when she was at home and it infuriated Eddie. If he'd of known he would have found this man sooner and told him to stay clear. Eddie had ways of making people listen to him and stay away from his wife.

"He's not pushy or anything, he… he hasn't done anything-"

The baby twisted awfully in (Y/n)'s stomach that flooded with panic when her phone vibrated on the bed. Both their heads snapped in the other direction and (Y/n) coiled her arms to her chest when Eddie dropped her chin in favour of snatching her phone from the bed.

He scoffed with a sickening smile that looked deadly and he threw the phone which bounced off the edge of the bed and landed on the carpet with a loud thud.

Another text, from Nigel.

If he was this persistent when (Y/n) didn't reply to him, Eddie hated to think what would happen if she actually continued a thread of conversation with him. The messages would never end. They would become bold. Nigel would try his luck with her. He would probably think she was leading him on, that could end with a dangerous situationt which Eddie wasn't going to allow to happen.

Eddie tangled one hand into his hair and tugged until his scalp burned with satisfaction and he was sure a few hairs had come loose between his fingers. He stepped away from (Y/n), catching the way her face fell when she clearly thought he was going to walk away from her, possibly even walk out the house since he was riled up enough.

He liked the way (Y/n) reached out for him. He could see the panic in her eyes and he felt the desperation in her touch as she dug her fingers into his bicep to stop him from walking away.

"Last time I checked, I was your husband." The low, gritty tone of his voice made (Y/n) clutch his arm tighter. "So why is this guy cosying up to you?"

Moving her hands, (Y/n) curved her arms tight around his bicep and glued herself up into his side. She hated when Eddie got angry, especially if he was angry at her. He hardly ever got mad with her about anything and his protective side was heart warming, when he didn't become controlling.

She didn't want him getting annoyed or upset over someone who was clearly just getting a little too friendly. (Y/n) wouldn't respond to his messages, she would barely talk to him at work. She would make it clear that she wasn't interested.

Although (Y/n) thought that implication would have been clear by the ring on her finger and the very evident baby bump she walked around with. It was highly unlikely a pregnant, married woman would want to start a relationship with someone else. (Y/n) had never given Nigel that impression, she knew she hadn't.

"Baby, please. He messages me but I don't message back a-and he's always chatty at work. I can't blank him when we work together."

If (Y/n) tried to have a word with Nigel or gave him the cold shoulder it would make things uncomfortable at work. She didn't want to cause problems, (Y/n) would rather keep politely putting Nigel off and making it clear she was married than become crude with him.

"Has he done anything, gotten too close, overstepped the mark-"

"No, he- sometimes he follows me to the break room, to try and chat… and he's always around. But he hasn't done anything, baby I swear."

(Y/n) would have told him if Nigel had done something. If he had touched her or tried to kiss her or made rude remarks or made her uncomfortable then (Y/n) would have told Sue at work and she would have told Eddie. The only reason (Y/n) hadn't told him that Nigel kept messaging her was because she knew Eddie's possessive side, his temper, would flare up like this.

It was easier to keep Eddie in the dark than let him fuss over something that wasn't a big deal.

"I don't like the sound of some creep getting close to you at work, where I can't see or protect you. If he's bothering you, maybe I should go down there and find this guy, have a word with him."

Dread pooled in (Y/n)'s eyes and she clutched Eddie's arm tighter to her chest as she felt herself leaning into him like she was either trying to push him onto the bed or push her will onto him and get him to think differently.

She didn't want that.

(Y/n) didn't want Eddie to do that. He had warned one of her old friends away from her before they got married and that ended with Eddie punching the guy in broad daylight and threatening him to stay away from (Y/n). She couldn't have Eddie doing that at work, it would get him into trouble and it would cause friction between everyone.

It would never be just 'having a word' where Eddie was involved. It wouldn't be a simple conversation. It would be a low threat followed by a punch and Eddie would probably end up plastering Nigel up against the wall to make his point.

"No! No, baby I don't wanna cause any trouble, please." (Y/n) shook her head and gave a sharp tug on Eddie's arm before she winced.

She loosened her hold on Eddie's arm in favour of moving around so she could sit down on the end of the bed. Standing around and panicking wasn't helping, it was making her feel uneasy. She eased down onto the bed and held onto Eddie's hand until he took the hint and sat down next to her.

His hand instantly clamped down around her thigh, almost as if he was staking his claim and making it clear that she was his wife. And nobody else's.

"And I don't want you going to work with this guy practically stalking you all the time. Doesn't he know you're married? You're pregnant, for God's sake." The way Eddie waved his free hand towards her stomach showed how angry he was; his hand was trembling.

(Y/n) leaned her cheek on his shoulder and pushed up close into his side, hoping that some touch and affection would warm him up and calm him down a little.

She was sure he was starting to thaw out when his hand moved from clenching down on her thigh to reach out for her stomach instead. He grazed his fingers along her stomach and turned his head to attach his lips to the top of her head.

His eyes found their way down to her stomach and just thinking about the twins was starting to rile Eddie up again. He assumed that (Y/n) being pregnant would make it clear to any other man that she was taken. He didn't think anyone would come near her or try anything on with her. Eddie thought he had no cause for concern now that she was pregnant, it was pretty clear (Y/n) was his wife, his girl, and she wasn't interested in anyone else.

The fact that this guy was still trying to pursue and get close to (Y/n) while she was pregnant made Eddie wonder if he would become dangerous. Eddie didn't like the thought of (Y/n) being at work with this creep while Eddie was either home or on shift. He would be out of the way, unable to help or protect all three of his girls if Nigel tried anything.

"Eddie…"

"Tell Sue that he's bothering you."

(Y/n) tucked herself deeper into Eddie's neck and moved her arms to loop them both around his torso, imbedding herself into his side. She didn't want to do that. She didn't want to go to Sue and explain that Nigel was simply messaging and getting a bit too familiar with her.

He hadn't sent anything explicit. He hadn't made any rude remarks to (Y/n) or made an advance on her. He hadn't tried to touch or kiss her or become inappropriate. (Y/n) had no reasoning to go to Sue and complain when nothing had happened and all she had was a feeling that he was becoming too familiar for her liking.

"But-"

"You tell her, or I'll go and have words with him myself. What would you prefer?" Eddie glided his fingers up and down her bump while he sighed into her hair.

He could feel the tiny ounce of resolve in (Y/n) fading away as the seconds passed. She knew he was serious. She knew Eddie had absolutely no problem with going down to dispatch, asking around and finding out who this Nigel guy was. And Eddie would delight in telling Nigel that if he didn't back away from (Y/n), that he would get to see Eddie's darker side.

"I'm just trying to keep you safe; all three of you." Eddie couldn't keep her safe all the time when they didn't work together and (Y/n) didn't work from home. He had to make sure her and the twins were safe.

He would do whatever he had to in order to look after his family.

***

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) leaned forward until her arms were resting on the counter and she could arch her lower back out. She thought sitting in those desk chairs would have made her feel a bit better and that they would help her back. The chairs were curved to support the back, considering all of the dispatchers had to be sat down for a few hours at a time and spent all day behind a desk.

(Y/n) put it down to the twins adding pressure on her back and weighing her stomach down rather than the chair and desk she had to sit at.

The sound of the kettle boiling away rattled through (Y/n)'s head, but the steam and the warmth was comforting.

She and Maddie often brought in flavoured coffee and special tins of hot chocolate to get them through their shifts. Coffee was a bit too caffeinated at the moment and (Y/n) wasn't supposed to have too many, so she had chosen a hot chocolate for now.

When she felt a warm hand on her shoulder she smiled, imagining that it would either be Maddie or Josh entering the break room. They were the two people (Y/n) was close friends with here at work. And Maddie was always asking about the twins and how (Y/n) was doing.

But she glanced to the left and felt a shiver coursing down her spine as her expression dropped.

It was Nigel.

Anytime (Y/n) escaped into the break room whether it was for a drink or just a moment to herself after a bad call, she was starting to find Nigel hanging around. He clearly didn't grasp the concept that (Y/n) didn't want to spend her breaks with him or have him hanging around her every moment of the day.

"Hi there." He grinned down at her with such a wide smile it was off-putting and began finding himself a cup to make a coffee.

(Y/n) straightened up from the counter in an instant. She didn't want to be stooped over with her back and bum arched out and Nigel stood so close that their hips were touching. She tried to plaster a small smile across her face and took a step to the right to create an air of space between them.

"Hi," She nodded her head at him and reached over for the kettle when it boiled.

The sooner she made a drink and went back to her desk, the sooner she could be away from Nigel and have this awkward tension dissipate.

"So, how have you been?" He grinned down at her like she was giving him a gift rather than simply offering the kettle out towards him once she had filled her cup. And she didn't like the way he brushed his fingers against her hand and seemed to try and give her hand a squeeze like they were more than acquaintences, more than friends.

"Good, and you?" Ignoring him would be pointless and it would make her seem rude, that was the last thing (Y/n) wanted. Her only choice was to engage him in conversation.

"I was a little upset that you wouldn't return my messages, and very surprised when you blocked me."

His words stunned her.

For a moment (Y/n) wasn't sure what he was talking about and the cup in her hand unsteadily clinked back onto the counter in shock. Her jaw dropped and she stared over at Nigel with confusion and utter panic bubbling over in her eyes.

"Wh-" Whatever had been on the tip of (Y/n)'s tongue fizzled out when one overpowering thought came to mind.

Eddie.

Her husband. He had been close to enraged when he had looked through (Y/n)'s messages and noticed just how often Nigel tried to talk to her on a daily basis. It didn't matter that (Y/n) hardly ever replied to Nigel, it mattered that this person at work was clearly pursuing her and that made Eddie volatile.

He would do what he had to do to get the message across that (Y/n) wasn't interested and that Nigel couldn't keep doing this. He may be harmless, but he was a threat and Eddie didn't take kindly to threats.

Eddie must have blocked Nigel's contact on her phone. (Y/n) had been silly enough to believe that for the past three days while she had been off work, Nigel had relented. She thought he had stopped messaging her because she hadn't replied and he knew it was her time off work. She hadn't even thought to check through his messages or even see if his contact was still in her phone.

If Nigel's messages weren't getting through then he knew it was because she had blocked him and if that was the case, then it was Eddie's doing. (Y/n) wouldn't block Nigel out of kindness, she wouldn't want to cause friction at work and she thought it best to have people's numbers in case there was an emergency or anyone ever needed to swap shifts on short notice.

Not anymore. Eddie had clearly taken care of the messages and the issue of Nigel becoming too attached to (Y/n).

"Nigel, I… I've been busy, with family and getting things ready for my maternity leave. I don't have a lot of free time."

It was a meager excuse and they both knew it. They both knew that at some point if Eddie hadn't blocked her phone, (Y/n) would have checked her messages and either responded or ignored them. Either way, ignoring him implied she didn't want to talk to him.

But it seemed kinder to try and make up an excuse rather than tell Nigel the truth that he was getting too close and her husband didn't like it.

"You don't have time for friends?" The way he scoffed made (Y/n) wince, but his smile was off-putting.

His smile contradicted his words. He should be angry. Nigel should be annoyed and infuriated and call (Y/n) a rude, ignorant person and walk away from her. Except he was grinning like they were old friends having a joke with each other and he leaned closer as if he was going to nudge their elbows together or even risk trying to reach out and touch her.

There was nothing nice that came to (Y/n)'s mind to respond to that so she settled for nodding, mainly to herself, and taking her hot chocolate out of the break room.

She kept her steps quick when she heard Nigel rushing to put the milk back in the fridge so he could try and catch up to her. Well (Y/n) didn't want to continue with this awkward conversation. She wanted to go back to work and then go home.

She heard Nigel call her name just as she stepped out the break room and almost collided head first with Sue.

The elder woman cast (Y/n) an endearing smile as if (Y/n) was just the person she wanted to see. (Y/n) moved to cradle her cup in both hands, simultaneously warming her hands up as well as making sure she didn't spill any of the contents down either of them.

"Can we have a chat?" Sue's tone was calm and her smile was soothing, telling (Y/n) she wasn't in any kind of trouble.

Although being asked for a chat never seemed like a good thing, especially not where work was concerned.

(Y/n) nodded and followed Sue past the main floor where everyone was at their desks or wandering about the room in search of something. They headed to one of the meeting rooms at the back where they usually had their team meetings or held supervisions. And (Y/n) knew this was where people were brought to when there was an issue that needed to be discussed.

Had (Y/n) done something wrong? Was she in some kind of trouble? She hadn't been late or missed any shifts and she hadn't had any conflict or any problems with any of the calls she had taken on her shifts. She always did everything right by the book, she contacted the police when necessary, she reported fake calls to Sue and Josh and made a note of the numbers. She didn't take extra breaks or long lunches.

Her nerves started to get the better of her once they were in the room on their own and she noticed the blinds were closed, for privacy. Was that in case (Y/n) started crying or Sue had to reprimand her for something?

Her legs felt heavy when she sat down in one of the chairs and tried to sit up straight and hold herself together. Her hands began to tap on the clear glass table and her feet jittered against the floor. She didn't know where to look or what to do with herself.

"Is everything okay?" What she really wanted to ask was 'have I done something wrong' but it seemed a bit too pushy or forceful to ask that.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what to do when Sue leaned across the table and placed her hand on top of (Y/n)'s.

The action was soothing and the touch was almost as if Sue was about to give (Y/n) bad news, but the look on her face said otherwise. She patted (Y/n)'s hand and tilted her head to one side, smiling softly as her other hand started to fiddle with the beaded necklace hanging loose around her neck. Something Sue always wore almost like it was a part of her.

"I think I should be asking you that. I had Eddie on the phone this morning, honey he's worried about you."

Oh dear. That didn't sound good.

"He said you told him a colleague at work is starting to stalk you, but you've been too nervous to come and talk to me. Honey, you know you can trust me and Josh, if you're having trouble you can let us help."

Oh God, what was she supposed to say to that? (Y/n) could hardly deny it and make Eddie seem controlling or like he was acting out of character or trying to cause friction. But if she agreed and explained, then it was going to make things strenuous at work and cause friction between her and Nigel and probably turn a few heads.

Eddie had gone behind her back. He said he wouldn't. He said he wouldn't say anything as long as (Y/n) talked to Sue, and that was what she had been planning to do.

If he actually gave (Y/n) the time, she would have talked to Sue in another day or two and explained that she thought Nigel was being just a little too pushy with her. She would of asked for some advice and said she just wanted to make it known that she was uncomfortable.

That would have been enough. As long as either Sue or Josh knew about it, then they could keep an eye on things and if Nigel ever went too far then (Y/n) would have them to back her up.

Eddie doing this just made things worse because he made things sound more dramatic. He wanted something to be done but he either didn't realise or didn't care that this was going to cause issues within (Y/n)'s workplace.

"Can you tell me who it is?"

When Sue squeezed her hand, (Y/n) leaned forward and dropped her head onto her other hand. She could feel the twins wriggling around and coming to life and that, combined with the bile rising at the back of her throat was making her feel queasy.

She didn't want to be doing this. (Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes and she sank her teeth down into her lower lip to stop herself from crying. She didn't need to cry, there was nothing wrong here, this wasn't as big a situation as Eddie had made it seem… was it?

"It- it's Nigel." She had to say something, Eddie had already set the ball in motion and (Y/n) couldn't stop it or take it back anymore.

She dragged her fingers through her hair and sat forward, clicking her spine into place and pressing her bump down against her thighs. Her eyes cast down to her stomach to give herself something to think about and focus on instead of the uneasy feeling washing over her and the panic welling up in her system.

"And what's he been doing?" There was nothing but understanding in Sue's voice and patience in her eyes. She made it feel like she had all the time in the world to talk to (Y/n).

"I… I had to block him, he was constantly messaging and calling me. He makes me uncomfortable when he gets too close on shift, he just, he won't leave me alone."

Was she making herself seem stupid? Had Eddie said anything to Sue about it? Had he made it seem more substantial than this or like Nigel had truly been harassing her? Was Sue going to tell her that this didn't meet any criteria and that (Y/n) would have to talk to Nigel herself about this?

"Okay, well we can change your shift pattern if you like. You're coming up to maternity leave, maybe if we lower your hours like we suggested before, we can put you on the morning shifts and have less stress until you're on leave. Nigel does a lot of afternoon and evening shifts, so this should stop you from clashing."

Why was she being so understanding?

(Y/n) found herself nodding before she really took in what Sue was saying. It did make sense. (Y/n) had talked to Sue and Josh when she found out she was pregnant, and then again when she knew it was twins because that meant more check ups and a possible earlier maternity leave.

They had both been understanding and they had all talked about (Y/n) lowering her hours the further along she got, maybe just by a couple of hours a week. Just so it was less stressful and easier on her. Doing that now meant (Y/n) would be less stressed, it would be easier for Chris and it would certainly stop Eddie from worrying about her.

(Y/n) would be better on the morning shifts, she could be home for Chris in the afternoon and evenings that way and if it stopped her from being on Nigel's shift then it was a winning situation all round. The added bonus was that if Nigel ever realised or asked what was going on, (Y/n) could chalk it all down to her pregnancy.

"Thank you, I- I didn't want to cause any problems,"

"Honey if he's upsetting you then that's not your fault. We're always here to help."

It didn't seem like (Y/n) had much of a choice in any of this, anyway. Eddie had set this in motion and (Y/n) couldn't disagree with him. Not when they both knew she felt better when she was at home and it would be a lot easier if she was home more often. Eddie couldn't be with her at work and that worried him, so this meant he had no more cause for concern.

(Y/n) didn't want Eddie worrying, he could get a bit controlling when he was nervous or wound up.

***

Swinging her bag on her shoulder, (Y/n) tilted her head to one side and tightened her hand around the handle.

She was ready to go home. The calls today had gone from bad to worse and (Y/n) was done. She was done with answering the calls where she couldn't help, she couldn't send help in time and hearing that static when the line went dead was crushing her heart to pieces. Home was the best place to be right now.

She made her way from her locker towards the corridor and began her descent. Sometimes working here felt like it was a maze with the calls and computers being right in the centre of that maze.

When she turned the next corner, a slither of dread crept down her spine and her upper lip curled in distaste when she stared ahead of her.

Nigel was coming on shift.

Why did it have to happen that he would come into work at the exact moment (Y/n) was leaving? Their shifts weren't exactly overlapping. For the past few days, (Y/n) had managed to leave and not bump into Nigel on her way out. Today clearly wasn't her lucky day.

She slowed down her pace when Nigel seemed to make his beeline towards her and instead of standing beside her, he chose to stand right in front of her. (Y/n) would have to either push him out the way or kindly wiggle beside him to get past and aim to leave the building. Great.

"Hey, I haven't seen you a lot lately, Maddie said you're getting ready for maternity leave."

He had his jacket slung over his shoulder like he thought he was in a sixties movie and his head inclined to the side while his other hand moved to his hip that cocked out to the side.

Considering the last time they spoke, he accused (Y/n) of blocking his messages- rightfully so- he seemed very chipper to see her. Another reason (Y/n) was uneasy around him. He didn't care that she was married, he didn't seem to care that she was pregnant, he just liked to be around her and push the boundaries as much as he could without crossing the line into out of order.

(Y/n) moved her hand to card her fingers through her hair and she nodded, mustering the strength to push this aside and get away.

"Yeah, I'll be off as of next month." It couldn't come soon enough. (Y/n) couldn't wait to be at home with Chris and then with her two girls when they were born.

The stress of kids was going to be far better compared to the stress of this job and having someone like Nigel lurking around every corner. And (Y/n) just knew that when she was on maternity leave, Eddie was going to be much happier too. With how loving and protective he was around her now, she knew he was going to be a sight to behold with their girls.

"Bit early, isn't it?" Nigel's words brought (Y/n) out of her thoughts and she glanced from him down to her stomach.

"Well, it's twins so less stress means no early labour." Her hand moved to brush against the side of her stomach with a fondness bubbling over in her eyes and causing a small smile to pull at her lips. Especially when she looked down at her shirt.

Not everyone wore the preferred uniform with the 9-1-1 logo in the corner to show that they were emergency dispatchers. It wasn't strictly necessary, but most people wore them. (Y/n) did, but at the moment nobody questioned or commented that she had been wearing Eddie's shirts.

It was roughly the same colour as the darker dispatch shirts, but instead of their 9-1-1 logo, it had the fire station logo in the corner. (Y/n) wore it because Eddie's clothes were bigger on her and her change of appearance and her expanding stomach were only temporary. Maddie thought it was cute, and whenever (Y/n) wore Eddie's clothes it drove him wild, so it was a win-win situation all round.

"We'll miss you round here. I'll have to stop by, see how you're doing."

(Y/n) took a hazardous step back when Nigel leaned closer and the smile slipped from her face. She was sure he was about to try and touch her stomach. (Y/n) wasn't a fan of people doing that. Eddie, sure, that was different. Sometimes Maddie asked if she could and again that was different because she was (Y/n)'s closest friend and she always asked.

But someone she didn't truly know and who she felt uneasy around, trying to reach over to touch her, that was unsettling.

She took another step back out of instinct when Nigel stepped closer and she couldn't help but cringe when he smile widened into an off-putting smirk. He advanced towards her until his hand was clamped around her upper arm and (Y/n) was almost pushed up against the wall.

She couldn't step back any further and let Nigel back her into a corner- or a wall- like that. She was heading home and he was clearly just arriving on shift. They needed to go in separate directions before this got misconstrued.

"I h- I have to go."

Tilting his head to the left, Eddie gave Chris a pointed look that silently told him not to get too much out the vending machine with the change he had just found by scouting through Eddie's back pocket.

He grinned over at his boy before he stepped around the corner. He thought (Y/n) would have been downstairs by now. He and Chris had come to pick her up from work since Chris wasn't at school today and had asked if they could go out for tea. The pair of them had waited downstairs for a few minutes before deciding to head up and find (Y/n).

Eddie didn't like what he saw.

He'd found his wife alright, but he found her with someone who was standing far too close to her, practically pinning her up against the wall. (Y/n) looked uncomfortable, it was written across her face and Eddie watched with seething anger as (Y/n) had to fling that man's hand off her arm and push to get past him.

But she stopped the moment her eyes locked onto Eddie. He could see her trembling and the look on her face told him everything. This was the guy that had been bothering her, and he was clearly doing it again.

"Are you okay?" Those were the first words that came out of Eddie's mouth and they took (Y/n) by surprise.

She was expecting him to ask who it was with her and what the Hell he thought he was doing. But she could see the way his eyes were raking her up and down, trying to make sure she was okay and check that nothing untoward had happened before he turned up.

(Y/n) wordlessly nodded, fiddling with her bag on her shoulder as she stumbled to hurry towards him. She wanted to go home.

Her hands reached out for Eddie's arm which she tried to reel into her chest so she could cling to him, but Eddie had other ideas. His free hand moved to her hip and he leaned over to press a chaste kiss to the side of her temple. He loved the way she pelted over to him with that look of need swirling in her eyes, although the panic written on her face angered him because this idiot had clearly worried her. He didn't like that.

"Chris is waiting for you." He ticked his head to the side, indicating to the end of the hall and (Y/n) figured if Chris wasn't stood there behind them that he had to be at the vending machine. That machine had a lot of sweet treats in; (Y/n) often stopped there when the twins made her peckish.

"But…" She wasn't sure she could find the proper words, so she tugged on Eddie's arm and glanced to the end of the corridor and back to make her point.

She wanted him to come with her. (Y/n) wanted to go home, and she wanted Eddie to follow her out. She knew her husband, she knew what he was like and how he would probably start a fight when her back was turned. (Y/n) didn't want that to happen.

"Go." He pressed another kiss to her temple and squeezed her hip before he moved his hand to her lower back and tried to guide her in that direction.

He wouldn't be far behind her.

(Y/n) didn't want to, she really didn't want to but when Eddie stepped away from her, she moved. It would be easier to go along with it and make sure Chris didn't walk round the corner and witness anything. She highly doubted Eddie would start a fight. He knew people could pass by at any moment. (Y/n) had told him Nigel was on the afternoon shifts so Eddie knew he was most likely just turning up to work.

If he came in with a black eye or a broken arm or hunched over in agony, people would suspect something was amiss. Eddie wouldn't cause a scene, he was too clever for that. But he was going to make sure that he got his point across.

Once (Y/n) was out of sight, Eddie walked down the corridor with an air of confidence that was clearly off putting to the other man. He stood in front of him with his chin aimed up and a confident smirk on his face.

"Let me guess… Nigel?" Eddie pointed at the man in front of him whose smile faded and his eyes narrowed in a look of sceptical confusion.

"Yeah, and you are…"

"The husband. And I won't be saying this again, stay away from my wife or I'll become your nightmare. Clear?"

Eddie couldn't count the times he had had this kind of conversation, or the people he had talked to about this. He had warned plenty of people away from (Y/n), a lot of whom hadn't listened on the first attempt and needed Eddie to come back and use some physical force to get the message through.

That was always fine by Eddie. He never minded having to use his fists and his army knowledge to get people to take him seriously. If they needed some persuasion to stop hassling (Y/n) and leave her alone, then that was what Eddie was prepared to do. No one messed with his wife, and he certainly wouldn't let Nigel upset her.

This was where she worked. This was the only place where Eddie couldn't keep track of her and protect her, and if a threat happened here then Eddie either needed to take care of that threat, or remove (Y/n) from the situation.

She was going on maternity leave in one month, that would certainly remove her from the situation for up to a year. A lot could happen in that time. Eddie could make sure Nigel wasn't going to be a problem anymore. Or he could easily persuade (Y/n) that staying home or finding a job to work from home would be a lot easier for her.

He had his methods, he would do whatever he had to in order to keep her and their family safe.

"(Y/n) never mentioned you." Nigel shook his head and folded his arms over his chest like he was trying to play cool and hold his nerve. He didn't look very convincing, and his words made Eddie smile.

He knew that. He knew (Y/n) wouldn't mention him. He knew because for one thing, Nigel wasn't her friend or someone she would open up to. (Y/n) didn't talk to a lot of people, and she certainly didn't talk to them about Eddie. And for another thing, (Y/n) wouldn't openly tell people how possessive Eddie could be, that was like ammunition to get creeps like Nigel away from her and it was reserved information for when she needed it the most.

"Hm, I bet she didn't. The last guy that started harassing my wife ran into a few difficulties after meeting me. (Y/n) was being kind to you; I'm not. Leave her alone or you'll be needing time off work to recover from a few broken bones."

The darkness pooling in Eddie's previously chocolate brown eyes was unhinged and it told Nigel that he wasn't lying or hyping up the truth to make himself seem fearful. Eddie was giving it to him straight, he was telling him exactly how this was going to go.

Eddie had broken a man's wrist, his nose and fractured his foot after he tried to put the moves on (Y/n). If anyone went as far as to touch her or do something inappropriate, Eddie would be even more creative than that. There was nothing he wouldn't do when it came to (Y/n).

"You- you can't do that-"

Nigel took a step back but Eddie only stepped closer with a sickening grin and expanding pupils that made his eyes look hollow and black.

"I can do whatever I like. For instance," Eddie moved swiftly before Nigel could blink or even comprehend that the situation was changing.

He grabbed Nigel by his left shoulder and clutched at his wrist with his other hand. He applied some pressure, pushing Nigel's upper body down while he twisted and gave a sharp tug on his arm until the other man was yelping and began to shake, trying his best to move at this compromising angle.

"If I pull, your shoulder dislocates from the socket. That's much easier to recover from than a broken arm, isn't it?" The condescending tone in Eddie's voice made Nigel's breathing quicken and Eddie was sure he heard him whisper 'you're sick' under his shallow breath.

It would be far too easy for Eddie to push and give a little pull on Nigel's arm and have that joint pop out of place with a successful click. One swift move and he would be dislocated. Eddie would enjoy that. He could easily pop it back into place afterwards and until it started to swell, no one would know or seemingly believe anything was wrong.

A dislocation was very easy to recover from, a few days of tender muscles and a sore joint and then it would be like a faded memory. Broken or fractured bones were far harder to recover from. Eddie was being kind here.

"So, are we clear?" Eddie jostled Nigel by the shoulder until he yelped and frantically nodded.

He didn't want a dislocated shoulder. He didn't want any broken bones or any bumps and bruises. He didn't want any trouble with Eddie, not when he could see that it would be far more anguish on his behalf than it would be worth. Eddie was unhinged. He was unstable and Nigel didn't want anything to do with him.

Eddie dropped Nigel's wrist, allowing his arm to swing down and he quickly brought his knee up until it bashed into Nigel's groin. The grunt that left his lips was enough to make Eddie smile and he gave the other man a rough shove until he was stumbling down the corridor in the direction of the call room. He could go and recover in the kitchen or the locker room. Eddie didn't care.

Eddie dusted his hands up and down his jeans as he turned in the opposite direction and rounded the corner.

When his eyes landed on his family, the usual, bright grin lit up his features and he headed over to them. (Y/n) was anxiously tapping her foot against the floor with her hands on Chris's shoulders and the eleven year old was leaning back into her with a packet of sweets in his hands that they were seemingly sharing between them.

"Alright, are we going for dinner?"

"Yeah!" Chris popped another sweet in his mouth before he turned and led them down towards the lift at the end of the hall.

(Y/n) looked between both her boys, but when she tried to look behind Eddie towards the corridor, she gasped. Eddie's hands moved to her shoulders, his chest pressed up into her back and he walked her forward, expertly cutting her off from even trying to look back at the idiot in the other hall.

"He's fine." The gritty tone to Eddie's voice made (Y/n)'s stomach jump and she nodded, praying it was true. She hadn't heard any screams or yells or punches being thrown so she guessed Eddie hadn't done any lasting damage or caused much trouble.

Thank God.

She reached a trembling hand up to hold onto his wrist and she gave a squeeze as they headed towards the lift.

"I don't want you around him anymore, I mean it." Eddie pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)'s head before she tilted her head back onto his shoulder so she could stare up at him. The worry in her eyes made his chest tighten and had his heart going haywire. He didn't want her to worry.

That was the exact reason why he had just warned Nigel to stop playing games and to stay the Hell away from (Y/n). Eddie didn't want to have to use force to get his point across, he knew it made his wife anxious, but if that was the only way to protect her then that's what he had to do.

"Eddie, he won't-"

"I don't trust him. The whole point of changing shifts was to avoid him, yet here he is, trying to touch you. If I find him doing that again, I won't be merciful."

(Y/n) nodded and when the lift doors opened and they began walking inside after Chris, she moved her hands up. She deadlocked her hands around Eddie's wrists and shifted his hands from her shoulders to loop his arms around her neck instead. It made him lean his chest down against her back and he attached his lips to her temple while Chris pressed the button for the ground floor and cosied up into (Y/n)'s side.

This was their family, this was exactly what Eddie was trying to protect. He wouldn't stand for someone trying to get in the way and ruin what they had or frighten or touch up his wife.

Eddie had been kind today, but he had no problems being cruel if that was what it took.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

The Crew's Whore Chapter 11 (+18)

Summary: Mo’s Kinktober Special 

The Crew’s Whore (Part 11) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Zoro x Sanji x Fem!Reader

WC: 2900

TW: It gets kinda gay! ZoSan girlies this is for you. This is DISGUSTING but you’re welcome. Cum eating, boy on boy shit, it’s consensual I promise. Oral sex, male and female receiving, sub Sanji, teasing, mean reader and mean Zoro, Zoro is into Sanji but we know that, it’s horrible smut idk what else you guys want. 

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It was several hours after the crew had been served dinner. The galley was no longer filled with raucous laughter and spirited conversation. The only sounds that could be heard are the sink running and the soft clink of clean dishes being placed in the dish rack. Sanji was enjoying the peace and quiet after a busy day of cooking and organizing the pantry, so he didn’t mind the chore of doing the dishes. 

After the final fork was thoroughly cleaned and set to dry, Sanji wipes his hands off on the dish towel he had slung over his shoulder. As he folds the towel and hangs it on the oven door, Sanji’s eye is drawn towards an open bottle of red wine left from dinner on the kitchen counter. He scoffs, surprised that idiot swordsman managed to leave any drop of booze un-drunk. Since it was already opened, he might as well pour himself a glass, right? It would go off if he didn’t. 

Sanji pulls a glass down from the cabinet and brings it along with the wine to the kitchen island. He sits down on a stool and pours himself a glass. He cracks his neck and sighs before taking a large gulp of the burgundy liquid. Damn did it feel good to finally sit down and relax after a long afternoon. Sanji didn’t realize how quickly he was draining his glass until he went to bring it to his lips again to find that it was already empty. He pours himself a fresh cup of wine and massages his sore neck. 

After taking a sip, he opens up the side of his suit jacket to retrieve his cigarettes. He pulls the metal case out of his jacket pocket and pops open the latch. As always, his eyes are draw to the Polaroid photograph he keeps tucked inside to accompany his smokes. He takes out a cigarette from opposite the photo and places it between his lips. He pulls the photo out as well to admire it. He fishes his lighter out of his slacks pocket and flicks it open to light his cigarette before shoving it back away. 

Taking a long drag, he smiles while carding his thumb over the picture. It was a photo you had given him weeks ago, at his request. He had even taken it himself. He took it from above as you laid on his bed spread eagle, wearing a skimpy set of white lingerie. He had always loved you in white. The material was so see through he could see your pink nipples through the cups of the bra and your little, dark bush through the material of the high-cut panties. In the photo, you posed with your hands on the sides of your breasts, squeezing them together dramatically. 

Sanji’s smile grows. He flips the picture over in his fingers and admires the bright red kiss mark left on the back in the same lipstick you wore in the photograph… the same lipstick that was left all over the skin of his cock that night. He continues to admire his trinket from you as he finishes his second glass of wine and his cigarette. After staring at your body for so long, he couldn’t help but be left… longing. Maybe he could stop by your room and see if you were still up… 

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You pant heavily and stare up at the ceiling. The aftershocks of your orgasm were still dissipating and you couldn’t help but smile stupidly. You were snapped out of your daze by a seeping, squelching feeling from your cunt. Zoro had stuffed you once, then powered through to give you another hot load splattered across the outside of your sex, thoroughly coating you with his release. 

If it was one thing Zoro loved, it was claiming you. He was fine with sharing you amongst the crew and guests, but behind closed doors.. when it was just you two.. you were his, if only for those moments. 

“Hey, you getting that towel for me or not?” You playfully shout towards your ensuite bathroom where Zoro retreated to after your session had finished. Franky had upgraded your room recently, knocking out the vacant storage closet next door to give you a private bathroom… and you were eternally grateful in moments like these. 

“Yeah yeah, be patient. I’ve got squirt all fuckin’ over me.. your damn fault… Give me a damn minute, woman!” Zoro hollers from the bathroom. 

You giggle and brush your hair out of your face, you were surprised it wasn’t knotted and matted from the hard pounding you just took. 

*knock knock*

“Yes?” You lift your head up from the pillow to look towards your bedroom door. 

“My love? Are you still up? May I come in?” A soft voice comes from the other side of the wooden door. 

“Who the hell is it?” Zoro asks you, emerging from the bathroom still nude and ruffling his green hair with a towel. 

“It’s Sanji. I can tell him-“ You start. 

“Let him in.” Zoro tosses the used towel over your loveseat. 

You raise your eyebrow at Zoro. He was up to something. You hesitate, but you heed his orders nonetheless. 

“Come in!” You call out. 

The doorknob turns and the door whips open. A slightly flushed Sanji enters your bedroom and can barely close the door before he’s met with a vulgar sight. You were laid out on your bed, fully naked and spread eagle, the afterglow of sex fully evident on your flesh. His eyes honed in on your bare sex. Your wet hole dripped cum, and the rest of your vulva was decorated in the same sticky, white spend. He could see your still swollen clit peaking out amongst the mess. Sanji felt his pants get tighter. 

“Ma cherie… I didn’t know-“ Sanji sputters out with wide eyes. 

“I got to her first, curly. Sorry.” Zoro chimes in, distracting Sanji from his gawking. 

“Agh- you brute! Cover yourself, will you!” Sanji shields his eyes as they were drawn towards the naked swordsman standing before him. 

“Nah, I think I’m comfortable like this.” Zoro goads and takes a step towards his blonde rival. “You saw what I did to her, yeah?” He tilts his head towards your prone body on the bed. “You came in here because you wanted her, right?” He asks. 

“Maybe.” Sanji responds coyly as he brought his arm down from his eye line, focusing on maintaining eye contact with Zoro despite how distracting his naked body right in front of him was. 

“Well… I’m sure she’s up for it, right babe?” He looks quickly in your direction. 

“Mhmmmm…” You answer flirtatiously. 

“And what’s that thing you always say? Never waste a meal?” Zoro says with a cocked head and devilish grin. “Eat up, cook.” 

It was a challenge. 

Either Sanji backed off, and Zoro won his silly little game… or Sanji pressed further and slurped up Zoro’s spend from your waiting body. 

Sanji exhales sharply and slips his suit jacket off his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. He loosens his tie and tosses it off before starting to unbutton his dress shirt. He did all of this without breaking eye contact with Zoro. He pulls his shirt off and unbuckles his belt, finally breaking the standoff to approach you laying on your bed. Sanji starts to position himself between your legs. 

“Ah ah…” Zoro pipes up. “She rides your face.” He commands as he sits down in your armchair, spreading his legs to asset his dominance as he watches the two of you. You noticed the smirk playing on Zoro’s face just as much as you noticed his soft cock starting to perk up again. 

You expected Sanji to quip back and argue… saying he wasn’t going to let some moss head idiot tell him how to pleasure his girl… but he wordlessly rose to his feet and stripped himself of his clothing before hopping next to you on the bed and laying down. 

“Come, ma cherie. Come sit and let me taste you.” Sanji coos at you as he helps you rise to your knees and assume the position above his face. You gripped the headboard in anticipation. 

“You mean taste us, cook.” Zoro adds. You look in the swordsman’s direction and he was languidly pulling at his hardening cock. 

Sanji ignores his comment, eyes fixed on your dripping, messy pussy above him. He brings his hands to knead at the fat of your ass, coaxing you lower towards his mouth. 

“Sanji…” You whimper in anticipation. 

“She’s getting restless, curly… let’s see you clean her up.” Zoro adds.

“AHH!” 

Sanji sticks out his tongue and draws a long strip up your sensitive slit, your shoulders lurching forward when he reaches your clit. Sanji pulls his tongue back into his mouth and swallows. He groans. The combined musk and taste of the remains of both yours and Zoro’s orgasm overwhelming his senses. He begins to lap you up intensely, it felt like he was everywhere. He licked and sucked all over your sex, slurping and swallowing your collective essence greedily. 

“Oh my gods, Sanji!” You cry out as your already worn out pussy was stimulated so fervently. 

“Yeah pretty girl, the cook’s making you feel good?”  You hear Zoro closer now than he was before. You open your eyes. He had risen from the armchair and was making his way to your side on the bed. “Is it too much?” Zoro turns your head up to face him with his fingertips on your chin. He was an asshole, but never wanted to push you past your limits. 

“No daddy, it feels so good.” You sigh out dreamily, calling Zoro by the pet name he preferred you use only in private. “Gonna cum soon…” You rock your hips further onto Sanji’s face. 

“Yeah? Already?” Zoro teases you. He brings one hand to pinch your nipple while reaching the other behind you. Sanji’s groans intensify until he opens his eyes and sees both your hands gripping the headboard above him. 

The mouth on your clit pulled back suddenly. 

“What the fuck, moss head?” Sanji grunts out from below you. “Why the hell are you-“ Sanji’s face is bright red as he tries to form a coherent question. 

“Why did you start leaking everywhere when I started jerking you off? My hand is soaked.” Zoro interrupts. “She’s about to cum, shut up and finish her off already.” 

Sanji’s mind short circuits. 

The only thing he can focus on now is your hot, wet cunt against his nose and mouth, fully cleaned of Zoro’s cum now and leaking your own slick against his pristine, porcelain skin. He pulls you down by your ass cheeks again and starts sucking on your clit. You shriek. 

“I’m.. oh fuck, I’m-!” You cry out as you reach your peak, your third this evening as Zoro had ripped two from you before Sanji had even entered the picture. You lean your forehead against the headboard as your abdomen spasms and you drip out more release onto your love-cook’s face. 

“You’re not done yet baby, come on.” Zoro wraps a massive bicep around you and pulls you off Sanji’s flushed face down to where he was stroking the cook’s member roughly. Your cunt was still squeezing and spasming when Zoro sunk you down onto Sanji’s hard cock, causing the two of you to moan loudly. 

“Fuck!” Sanji groans and his hands fly to your hips. 

You were so spent, your outer lips were red and swollen, dragging wetly across Sanji’s abdomen as you started to grind yourself onto him once your hips were flush… but holy shit did it feel good. 

“Shit! Oh fuck! Ah!” Sanji moaned out so loudly there was no doubt the whole shit could hear, even with your sound-proofed walls. 

“I’m gonna have to shut you up, curly. Open up.” Zoro releases your waist once he feels you’ve found your own perfect rhythm. 

“W-what? I-I-“ Sanji stutters out. 

“Make yourself useful, cook.” Zoro snickers as he positions himself at the edge of the bed next to Sanji’s head rested on your pillow… veiny cock now fully hard bobbing centimeters from the blonde’s mouth. You see the gears turning in Sanji’s head for several seconds before he meekly opens his lips. 

Zoro grins and shoves his leaking tip into his rival’s mouth…

The movement of your hips slow to watch the improbable event unfold before you. Sanji wraps his lips around Zoro’s cock and you felt your cunt clench hard, eliciting a muffled moan from a fucked-out Sanji. You clench again. How were you this close again so quickly? How was Sanji submitting and letting his hated swordsman shove his cock down his throat? What the fuck was going on? 

“Shit- he does have a nice tongue, doesn’t he, babe?” Zoro turns to you weakly bucking your hips against Sanji’s. “His cock feel good for you baby?” Zoro’s voice starts getting more gravely as he succumbs to the pleasure. 

“Yes! Oh fuck it’s so good daddy!” You whine and grind your clit against the soft blonde hair at the base of Sanji’s cock. 

“Yeah, princess? You want more, though, don’t you?” Zoro teases you as his hand makes it’s way to your ass and kneads your cheeks open. 

“Mppmmmh!” Sanji moans pathetically below the two of you, his hips gently thrusting up further into your cunt as Zoro plugs his mouth up further with his thick length. 

Zoro’s wet middle finger presses into your asshole as you rock yourself back and forth on Sanji’s cock. You let out a wild moan towards the wooden ceiling. You felt your muscles clench again, eliciting another delicious groan from Sanji. 

“Finally a good use for that smart mouth.” Zoro looks down at the cook. He brings his right hand up to push Sanji’s bangs back to get a better look at the man salivating all over his cock. “She always says how pretty you are… I think I see it now…” He adds with a smirk. 

Sanji’s eyes roll back as you start to fuck him harder, chasing another release. With every thrust of your hips, it pushes Zoro’s finger further into your ass and Sanji’s cock deeper against your battered cervix. Zoro moves his hand from Sanji’s sweaty hair to the back of your head and pulls you into a messy kiss. 

You slurp and smack against Zoro’s lips for several moments before you’re jolted by a sudden pressure inside your seeping cavern. Sanji tries to cry out, but his mouth is too full of Zoro’s cock.

“Oh shit-“ You pull back and cup Zoro’s face in your hands. “He’s cumming-“ You gasp out and smirk, feeding into Zoro’s sadistic streak. “He’s cumming in me right now-“ You laugh as you feel Sanji’s cock twitch and fill you with rope after rope of sticky spend. 

“Finish off babe, I’m close too-“ Zoro grins and presses his forehead against yours. You grind your hips further down onto Sanji and let his cock nudge that soft spot inside you with each thrust. You focus on the tightness in your lower half, nearly painful now after all the action your pussy had received this evening, but you leaned into it and started to tip over the edge. 

“Fuck-“ Zoro grunts and pulls back from you, just to watch his release fill the cook’s mouth and have it be swallowed expeditiously. You listen to Sanji’s whimpers and desperate attempts to swallow the entirety of Zoro’s load and it causes you to fall over the recipe of pleasure. You squirt and spray all over Sanji’s pelvis as you convulse and collapse forward. 

Zoro lifts you quickly off of Sanji and lays you on the bed, crawling next to you and kissing your shoulder. You were sandwiched between a gasping Sanji and a post-nut-snuggly Zoro. 

“I’ll let you stay here on my night, cook. You better not snore.” 

“I…” Sanji pants out, trying to catch his breath, clearly still trying to process the events of the last hour. “Yeah…” He tucks you under the covers tiredly. 

The three of you lay in your king sized bed. Zoro had waited until he thought everyone was asleep before wrapping his arm around the both of you and pulling tightly. 

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