#everything else is for my Beloved. i hope u feel satisfied and tortured and loved. and i hope i get to hear that tonight 😁😏😁

[xiaoluclair]

Pretty please:

15 giving them a message and 9 resting head against their back, together?! ❤️

For Lestappen of course

happy wife, happy life etc etc! (enjoy 😈)

massage + head resting against back // lestappen // [ rating: T/M ]

"Where are you going next?"

"Andromeda. My sister was admitted for labor yesterday. Gave birth this morning."

There is a beat of silence. VER tips a little more petroleum gel onto his fingers, bottle sliding back onto the floor. The moles on LEC's back shift, a constellation in ripple. He settles again under the flat press of VER's thumbs. Round the bend, throttle the straight. He's worked most of the knots out.

"I did not know you have a sister."

VER makes his way down the sinewy line of LEC's spine. All curves, a loop, the briefest DRS between. "Or that she was pregnant."

"Or that," agrees LEC.

"Now you do."

On the floor, O.8.C.A.R makes a beeline for the empty condom wrapper. LEC moves again as VER shuffles back, lifts himself over the soft swell of his ass to settle on the backs of his thighs.

"I have two brothers. One older, one younger."

"Ah, the middle child." VER nods. "Makes sense."

LEC makes a noise, high-pitched, short. Affronted. It makes VER grin and the slide of his hands go light like Skipping Eels on the small of LEC's back. X marks the spot. Straight, curve, kink to the left.

"So, your nephew," says LEC. "What is his name?"

VER pokes him.

LEC laughs. "Okay, okay. But he is under your star, yes? This morning?"

"Yeah." He feels his mouth curve in smile.

"I can feel your head growing from here."

VER laughs. Round the bend, full throttle. Loop. "Your droids are fucking," continues LEC, neck twisted in mild interest to the right. VER follows his gaze, where L.4.N.D.O is trying determinedly to manover its way on top of O.8.C.A.R. O.8.C.A.R continues hunting for trash under VER's Kyirinyse cactus.

He muses, "Reminds me of our first time."

"What." LEC snorts. "Humping me into the floor?"

VER pinches a fold of skin and the snort turns into a yelp. "If I remember correctly," he says, "that was you."

"Was not."

"Was too. Practically chasing me to get into my pants—" One straight, his teeth to the air.

"Lies—"

"Like, I know I have a really big dick but, come on, at least some decorum would have—" And another, shoulders unsteady.

"Conveniently skipping over the fact that you—" Straight, bend, swoop to the other direction, sound spilling like seconds in sand, "—were the one who ripped my Trakro vest, like, I know I have a really tight ho—"

"Okay!" VER gasps, stomach convulsing. "Okay, okay." He shakes his head, folded like paper over the shuddering body below. The curl of LEC's grin shakes, hidden under his hand.

Slowly, the vibrations subside. Pliant, VER feels himself sink a little, paper body bent a bit further. His breaths rebound back into his face, sour. LEC's skin is slimy smooth against his nose, smells lightly sweet, mostly nondescript. It has settled too. Gone to the occasional hiccough with a cool touch to the raw bone of VER's knee.

VER's hands have slipped to the bars of LEC's ribs. His elbows rest on the bed. His nails, blunt, move. X marks the spot.

"My name means free."

He stills. Swallows. “ Stop it.”

LEC does. For a second. Then, "Free man." He says it soft. Like a secret.

He should.

Under his forehead, the skin is hot and slick, ridges of the spine like fingers when LEC shifts. VER presses further. Like he could get to LEC's heart from here, a sleazy knock on the backdoor. Mind if I spend the night? Mind if I spend the next ten?

"I could give it to you." LEC exhales; the meat of it makes VER's head tremble like a lighter spark in cold wind. "Right now." The fingers on his knee curl around it.

VER moves a hand, fits it around. It slips with oil between LEC's knuckles. His voice lies down like a scratchy lullaby between the moles. "That would be incredibly stupid."

"Why?" presses LEC. He sounds breathless.

The lump in VER's throat is difficult to speak around. "You fucking know why."

"You say it yourself." LEC moves. It jostles VER's head, displaces their naked bodies from one other. Their hands slip apart. "Rules are meant to be bent."

"Racing rules," stresses VER, rises to his knees. "This is not a racing rule."

This is a life rule. Death rule. No Names.

LEC finishes twisting and his eyes land like a shock. To L.4.N.D.O, VER says two years back: Imagine the brightest supernova you can. Now turn it green. And when it starts to collapse into a blackhole, light that blackhole on fire. They are like that, but a million times more annoying. And L.4.N.D.O replies: Oscuh?

Now, he just holds himself as LEC sits up, stomach going taut. Their faces level — VER is higher. Indentations line the edges of LEC's face like a moon and his skin shines damp like its light. "I am not asking for yours," he says shortly into the soft jut of VER's chin.

"I know," says VER. His belly twists like a rope. "And I would of course not tell it because that would be—"

"Incredibly stupid," finishes LEC and his eyes slant to the side like half a roll.

VER scowls. Swings his legs together to rest over one side of the bed. "Glad you finally get it." He stretches out his legs, and his toes bump the pool of LEC’s Trakro suit. The untorn one. He stands.

A hand snags him around the wrist. LEC’s teeth have sunk into his lip. His throat bobs with a swallow. He says, “Two rotations until the next race.” The lines of him glow gold in the low panel lighting. He paints a pretty picture, that is for sure. He usually does.

VER makes a pointed glance, to the place low on his body where he is soft and still slightly red. "Mate, you are spent."

LEC's head cocks. His lips tilt: a smirk. "And you love a challenge."

Later, O.8.C.A.R swallows a final piece of trash — an empty bottle of petroleum gel — before trundling from the room, L.4.N.D.O stuck to his solar panels. The door slides shut behind them.

In front of him, LEC gripes out incessant chokes of sound. He arches and, just for a second, catches the light along the ripples of his spine, and the slants of fingerprints flash into focus.

max max max max.

VER rolls him over, lets the rocking sheets rub it all away.

[sashi-ya]

Hello, I would like to request Killer with a female reader (she/her) in the canon universe. Romantic relationship with face sitting + creampie + praise (both ends, if not just the reader) I've been following your work since Day 1 of Heart Pirates and I love your writings! Thank you so much in advance 💕

Hi babe!! I'm so happy you liked the Heart Pirates series!!! ♥ Thank u so much! ]I hope you like this romantic, yet spicy scenario with lovely Killer. Enjoy! ♥ ~

🔥 NSFW ~ Killer x F! Reader ~ My Princess

tw: oral sex. face sitting. vag sex. passionate. creampie.

wc: 1.3K

Kid has finally left Killer’s side after all Wano incidents. He hadn’t been able to be alone with you because his best friend wasn’t leaving him alone during the process of recovering after the battle. You weren’t angry at him, after all both of them have gone through so much, they really needed to spend a much needed intimacy.

But spending intimacy with Killer was actually what you wanted it too. And so that night…

“Hi babe, brought you some spaghetti for dinner” you tell your lover from the door of his bedroom, holding a big bowl of pasta. “Oh finally, I was fed up with eating soup!” Killer says from the bed, all excited. You sit next to him, helping him to stand up. He is luckily fully recovered, but you are still a little worried, so he decided to stay in bed at least one more day, just to make you happy.

“Here, some pasta for my baby! I cooked it all by myself for my beloved hero” you tell him, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. “Ahh don’t say that we all fought during Wano… come on! But the fact you have cooked my favourite meal makes me so happy… my goddess.” You feed him, praising him each time he would take a bite. Everything so romantic and cute, a much needed intimacy in between you two.

But Killer is already feeling better, and even if he hasn’t told you so he has been dreaming of you in more than a romantic way… He needs you, just as much as you do. “Babe, come here” he says all of a sudden after he finished the spaghetti, grabbing you from your thighs and sitting over him. You, surprised but glad, straddle your hips over his waist.

“What is it, babe?” you ask, biting your lip. Killer put his hands around your waist, pressing you against his crotch. “Missed you, my princess.” You bend forward and hold his face in between your hands. Softly approaching your lips to his, fixing your eyes into his deep blue ones. “Babe” you whisper before your mouths finally encounter.

A passionate, slow kiss. A kiss that leaves both of you short of breath. His hands traveling up and down your back, yours playing with his blond, long hair. Your hips moving back and forth, little by little, grazing your sex against his growing one. Having to wait so much for it, just makes it better.

The playful fingers from your lover lift up your shirt, you allow him to take it fully off. Breaking the kiss, he enjoys the full view of your perfect body before his eyes. “You are so gorgeous” he whispers, sitting on bed reaching his mouth to your chest. Killer kisses your neck, your collarbones. He moves aside your bra, just so he can kiss the side of your nipple. Sweet, soft torture.

Driven by your facial expressions, he notices you need more. His calloused hands grazing your back, finally unclasping your fine lingerie. The freedom sensation when the bra finally falls, the way his face buries on your chest, his warm breath over your skin…

“Amazing” he says, cupping your breasts with his hands. You moan, as his mouth reaches for your nipples. You move his abundant hair out of his face. A beautiful countenance that you are lucky, among nobody else, to enjoy each night before sleeping.

When Killer is satisfied with leaving your chest with multiple marks and purple lipstick smeared on it, he asks for your speciality… “My princess, can you… can you do that?” he asks, a little shy. “Of course. Of course, I can” you whisper, already preparing yourself for sitting over that pretty face.

You stand up, and as you do Killer softly pulls your shorts off. The clothes remain hanging from one of your ankles, there was no time to fully take them off. There was no need, either. He prepares himself, resting his head over the pillow. Killer loves to be suffocated by your sex, and he deserves it. Plus, he takes you to heaven each time…

Your knees at each side of his face, slowly approaching your dripping wet sex to his mouth. Killer burns in anticipation, he needs you. His hands snatch your hips and pulls you down. He finally buries his face under your whole body weight. A little laugh slips from his mouth, muzzled by your anatomy. And you are sure, that’s not a side effect of that Smile fruit, but of how happy he is to finally be able to devour you.

His tongue begins moving up and down, around. He sucks, he licks, he even bites softly. And you, in heaven. Moaning, whining. Blond long hair tangled on your fingers, as you pull from it to move his face accompanying your hips motions.

“Just right there, babe… You suck me so well…. I love you so much.”

His grunts, the way he sometimes wants to take air but he doesn’t allow you to stand up for a single second. Oxygen can wait, he can easily live off your sex for as long as it is over his face.

You reach with one of your hands behind your back. His dick about to burst, so hard and erect waiting for your touch. Even his pyjama pants get wet spots from precum. Your hands under his pants, jerk him off. He grunts and never stops; he fucks you with his tongue at the same rhythm your hand goes up and down around his sex -a really amazing skill he has-

And even if you wished you could be able to enjoy the oral sex eternally, there is always a consequence to so much stimulation. Climax hits you; you press your hips against his face even more, pulling from his hair, yet allowing his eyes free to fix on yours as you come. “Fuck, babe…You made me cum as good as always” you moan while your body trembles and maximum pleasure electricity runs through all of your body…

But your session is not over, and quickly Killer throws you to the mattress. He tops you, your legs spread allowing him to fully be in between them. Quickly, his pants are off. Again, not even totally out. Just enough to fuck you. His hard, dripping sex rests over your belly as he takes your wrists with just one hand, and pins them against the bed above your head.

“Let me fuck you, and fill you up… please, my Goddess” he practically begs, you feel how throbbing his dick is over your lower stomach. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me as good as you only know how to”.

And inside he goes, it slips in perfectly. Already dilated from the past orgasm, so lubricated by your arousal. Walls stretching, receiving him inside you. Your nails carved into his huge back, his hips pumping in and out. Moaning and panting while fixing sights, the lustful looks of needy lovers.

And once again, on the verge of climax you two end up. Two more of his thrusts it’s all it takes to make you burst. Your legs crossed tightly around his waist, your mouths over the other not even able to kiss properly. Panting and whining.

In and out, deep. So deep.

in and out, really deep.

Ecstasy. Trembling, your walls bathed by his warm load. Yourself reaching heaven, one more time.

Killer stays inside for some minutes, but finally backs up. A creamy, sticky feeling flowing from your insides to the bed, a sweet trail through your perineum to the sheets. Him, delighted by the view. You, overstimulated by that dripping feeling.

I missed you so much… my princess ♥ ~