#i don't even use that side of my mouth for biting anymore!!

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Truth or Dare w Chelsea part 1 of 3 18+

Y/n x Sam Kerr x Millie Bright x Niamh Charles x Lucy Bronze x Hannah Hampton x Guro Reiten x Erin Cuthbert x Johanna Rytting Kaneryd

Warning: Smut! Smut! Smut! Lots of sexual dares!

Word count: 8.9K

*Y/n's Pov*

It's the first day of camp, the team is in Lucy's and I's room for team bonding night. We chose to do game night and decided to play Truth or Dare.

Niamh giggles. "I'll start us off."

Nimah looks around the room. She looks at Millie and smiles. "Millie. Truth or Dare?" Niamh asks.

"Dare." Millie says.

"I dare you to make out with Sam." Niamh says.

Sam smiles and looks at Millie. "Get your fine ass over here and kiss me Bright."

Millie blushes a bit, Millie gets up and walks over to Sam. Sam smirks and pulls Millie onto her lap and makes out with Her.

Millie slowly grinds against Sam's lap as they make out, we giggle as they both moan in the kiss as Millie continues to slowly grind their clothes pussies together.

Sam places her hands on Millie's ass and squeezes her ass as they make out. We giggle as the kiss continues to get heated.

"Fucking hell should we get you two a room?" Niamh asks, teasing them.

They break the kiss, Sam looks at our teammate and blushes. "S-Shut up." Sam cutely stutters.

Millie looks around the room. "Hannah. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Hannah says.

"I dare you to give Hannah a lap dance." Millie says.

Hannah looks at me and smirks. Hannah gets up and walks over to me. I sit back on the bed giving Hannah access to my lap. Hannah turns her back to me and sits on my lap and slowly grinds against my lap.

I bite my like and let out a quiet moan as Hannah grinds against my lip harder, I moan and squeeze her ass. Hannah giggles and moans and continues to grind against my lap.

I moaned and threw my head back. It was hard from the friction. It felt amazing. Hannah gives me a lap dance for another 2 minutes and then stops when she feels my boner against her clothed pussy.

She finishes giving me a lap dance and sits back down. My cheeks were dark red, Hannah giggles when she sees my boner.

*Lucy's Pov*

"Pick the next dare Bronze." Hannah says.

I blush a bit, I smile and nod. I look at Y/n. "Y/n. Truth or Dare?" I ask.

"Dare." Y/n says.

"I dare you to slide my shorts and panties off and eat me out." I say.

Y/n smirks, she gets up and comes over to me as I lay on the bed. Y/n joins me on the bed, Y/n laughs between my legs. I bite my lip as she slides my shorts and panties down my loves and toss them off to the side.

Y/n smirks and swipes her finger up my folds collecting my juices on her fingers. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n smirks and kisses my inner thigh and licks my folds. I moan and run my fingers through her hair. Y/n spits on my pussy, Y/n slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she begins to eat me out.

"Fuck right there." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n rolls her tongue on my clit as she fingers me a bit even faster. I gasp and moan as she does this.

"Mmm fuck...fuck....fuck." I moan and play with Y/n's hair. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. "Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

I massage my tits as Y/n continues to eat me out and finger me. I moan, I can't take it anymore. I let go and cum on Y/n's face, in her mouth, on her chin, and on her fingers.

Y/n helps me ride out my high. Y/n licks and cleans up my sticky mess. I bite my lip as Y/n slowly pulls her fingers out of me. Moan and watch Y/n lick and suck my juices off her fingers.

Y/n comes up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mm you taste amazing." Y/n says.

I blush darkly at her comment. Fuck Y/n really knows how to eat pussy. "Why don't you pick the next dare." I say.

Y/n nods and cutely giggles. "I'm gonna ask you truth or dare." Y/n says.

I giggle and nod. "Okay."

"Lucy. Truth or Dare?" Y/n asks.

"Dare." I say.

"I dare you to kiss Millie's tits and clothed pussy." Y/n says.

I blush darkly at her dare. I've always had a thing for Millie so I immediately get wet and turned on by the dare and get turned on.

Millie smirks and sits on the bed. Millie lifts her shirt and bra giving me better access to her tits. Millie bites her lip and quietly moans as I kiss and suck on her tits.

"Mmm fuck Luce." Millie moans.

I lay Millie in the bed and continue kissing and sucking on her tits. Millie moans and runs her fingers through my hair.

"Luce, ugh fuck.. your such a tease. K-Kiss my pussy already." Millie cutely moans and squirms under me.

I giggle. "Sorry baby your tits are so perfect I can't get enough of them." I say as I roughly massage her tits.

Millie moans as I do this. I giggle and stop, I move down and start placing kisses over her clothed pussy. Fuck she was really wet, I could feel and tasted her juices through her shorts and panties.

Millie moans in pleasure. I giggle and stop, Millie blushes darkly. She sits up and adjusts her shirt and bra and collects herself.

Millie looks around the room and looks at Niamh. "Nimah. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Niamh says.

"I dare you to bend Sam over your leg and spank her ass." Millie says. "Sam take off your shorts and panties baby girl."

Nimah giggles, Sam blushes darkly at her best friend's dare. Niamh smirks and sits on the bed.

"Come here Kerr." Nimah smirks.

Sam blushes even more, she gets up, takes off her shorts and panties and walks over to Nimah.

*Sam's Pov*

I blush darkly and get up. I take off my shorts and panties. Nimah sits on the bed, I bite my lip and blush even more as Niamh bends me over her leg. I moan as Niamh squeezes my ass.

"Mmm fuck Kerr you've got such a thick fit ass." Niamh says.

I moaned, I was wet from Nimah squeezing my ass. I let out a moan as she firmly spanked my ass.

"Mm fuck." I moan.

Niamh giggles and firmly spanks my ass again. The girls giggle as they watch Nimah squeeze and spank my ass. Nimah lays on my stomach in the bed.

Nimah giggles and kisses my ass and rubs my clit as she kisses my ass and pussy. I moan and push my ass back against her face, I bite my lip and moan. I was soaking wet and really turned on.

Nimah stops, she giggles and pecks my lips and sits back down. I sit up on the bed and blush darkly as the girls giggle. I blush and put my shorts and panties back on.

I look around the room. I look at Guro and smile. "Guro. Truth or dare?" I ask.

"Dare." Guro says.

"I dare you to lick my folds until I cum." I say.

The girls giggle as Guro blushes darkly at my dare. Guro gets up and joins me on the bed. Guro bites her lip and slides my shorts and panties down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

I blush sanely as Guro spices it up, she turns her back to me and sits in my chest. I moan and squirm my legs a bit as Guro spits in my pussy. I bite my lip and moan as I feel her spit drip and run down my clit.

I moan and cutely grip Guro's ass as she begins licking and running her tongue through my folds. I gasp and moan as she does this and squeeze her ass.

Guro moans and hums against my folds as I squeeze her ass. I moan as Guro licks my folds faster. The girls giggle and count out load.

"15" "25" "35" "40" "45" "50" I moan loudly in pleasure and slightly grip the sheets as the urge to cum gets stronger. "55" "60"

My mouth hangs open, my chest rising and falling. Millie smirks and joins me on the bed. Millie giggles and slides Guro shorts and panties down so her ass and pussy are in my face.

Millie giggles. "Focus on that ass and pussy and let go baby." Millie says seductively.

I moan and nod, Guro pins my legs against the bed and flicks her tongue through my folds faster.

"80" "85" "90" I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. "95" "100" I moan loudly in pleasure.

I can't take it anymore and let go. I moan and hide my face in her pussy as I cum all over the sheets and in her mouth and on her tongue.

Guro helps me ride out my high. Guro licks and cleans up my sticky mess. I moan and kiss her folds. Guro moans against my folds as I do this.

Guro wipes my juices off her face and chin. "Hehe now we know how many licks it takes to make Kerr Cum." Y/n teases.

I giggle and blush darkly at her comment. "S-Shut up." I stutter.

Guro giggles and pulls her shorts and panties up and kisses me. I smile and main in the kiss as I taste myself in her lips.

Guro looks around the room. "Millie. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Millie says.

" I dare you to lower your shorts and panties and let Y/n jerk off and cum in your panties." Guro says.

Millie and Y/n both blush darkly at Guro's dare. Millie and Y/n get up and stand in the middle of the room as we giggle and watch them.

*Y/n's Pov*

I bite my lip, I lower my shorts and boxers a bit. My cock springs out once it's freed from its confinement, Millie blushes darkly and checks out my length.

"S-Shit baby your fucking huge." Millie says checking out my length.

I giggle at her comment. "Thank you baby." I smirk. "Lower your shorts and panties babe."

Millie blushes darkly. She lowers her shorts and panties, I rest my head against hers. I slowly stroke my dick and moan, Millie bites her lip and watches me jerk off.

Millie stops me, she places my tip against her clit and strokes my dick. I moan and massage my tits and slowly grind against her hand.

Millie moans as my tip rubs against her clit and teases her clit. "Ugh f-fuck." I moan.

"Mm I can feel you Throbbing in my hand. Mm someone really needs to cum." Millie moans.

"Mm your really wet baby." I moan as I feel her juices on my tip. "Ugh, it feels so good, I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moan in pleasure.

Millie cutely giggles and moans. "You gonna cum? You gonna bust your load all over my clit and in my panties?" Millie asks, teasing.

I moan in pleasure and nod. "Y-Yeah I'm gonna cum fast and hard if you keep doing that." I moan as Millie begins to toy with my balls as she strokes my dick.

Millie smirks and bites her lip and continues to stroke my dick. "Come on baby, give me that thick warm load." Millie moans as my tip continues to tease and rub her clit.

"Mm bet you wanna fuck my wet pussy and bust your load deep inside me." Millie says.

I moan as the dirty talk gets me closer to cumming. Millie strokes my dick even faster.

"Come on baby, give it to me." Millie says.

I moan as she continues to stroke my dick. I was throbbing. I was rock hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

"Mills baby I'm.." I'm unable to warn her in time.

*Cumshot*

I moan in pleasure, cum shoots out of my dick and spurts into Millie's clit and in her panties. Millie's pussy was wet and slick from my cum and her juices.

The wetness cusses my cock to slip inside her. We both gasp and moan Millie's eyes widen as we both moan as I come down from my highs. The last of my cum oozing abs spurts inside her, filling up her entrance painting her walls white.

Millie moans and slowly slides back and forth on my cock helping me ride out my high.

"F-Fucm Millie, I'm so sorry. You were really wet and I accidentally slipped in." I say frantically.

Millie kisses me, shutting me up. "It's okay babe, you finished in the right place." Millie moans.

I blush darkly at her comment and slowly pull out the girls giggle and moan as they see the sticky mess I had left behind in Millie's pussy.

"Pull your panties and shirts back up. You get to wear your cum soaked panties as we play the game." Guro says.

Millie blushes and pulls her shorts and panties back up. I smirk and rub her clit over her shorts. Millie moans and gasps as I do this. I smirk and kiss her, Millie smiles and kisses back.

I break the kiss and look around the room. I look at Lucy and smile. "Lucy. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Lucy says.

"I dare you to grind your pussy against my cock." I say.

Sam giggles and slaps Lucy's ass as she walks past her. "Grind against her cock with your shorts and panties off. We wanna watch you work those hips and move that thick fat ass." Sam says

Lucy smiles and blushes and does as Sam requests. Lucy smirks and pushes my back onto the bed, I bite my lip and watch as Lucy slides her shorts and panties off and tosses them off to the side.

We whistle and cheer, Lucy blushes darkly and giggles. Lucy joins me on the bed, I bite my lip as Lucy slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

My cock springs out once it's freed from its confinement. Lucy bites her lip and checks out my length. I bite my lip and place my hands on Lucy's ass as she straddles me.

"Mm you're soaking wet Bronze." I moan as I feel her juices on my dick.

"Mm shut up your dork." Lucy giggles.

We both moan as she slowly grinds her clit against my dick. "Mm f-fuck." I moan, I place my hands on her ass and squeeze her ass.

"Mm so fit and thick." Millie says and slaps Lucy's ass.

Lucy moans as Millie slaps her ass. I moan as Lucy grinds against my cock faster. I moan and spank her ass.

"Mm f-fuck feels so good." Lucy moans in pleasure.

I moan as my precum leaks out against her clit. "F-Fuck, I can feel you throbbing baby." Lucy moans in pleasure.

"L-Luce... ugh baby I'm close." I moaned in pleasure as the urge to cum was getting stronger.

Lucy moans in pleasure, she pins me to the bed and grips my tits as she grinds against my dick even faster. We both moan in pleasure, Lucy screams in pleasure as she squirts all over my dick, thighs, abs and on the sheets.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten. Lucy moans and cums. Lucy cumming sends me over the edge.

*Cumshot*

I can't take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and shoots onto my abs, stomach and sports bra, cum glazes her folds and thighs.

Lucy moans and slowly grinds her pussy against my dick helping me ride out my high. The last of my cum oozes and spurts onto my abs, Stomach, sports bra and onto her folds and thighs.

Lucy leans down and makes out with me. I smile against her lips and kiss back. Lucy gets off me and lays between my legs and licks our juices and cum off my dick.

I bite my lip and quietly moan as she does this and run my fingers through her hair. I bite my lip as Lucy licks up every drop of cum. Once Lucy is done I get off the bed, and put my shorts and boxers back on.

"Your turn to pick the next dare, Luce." I say and squeeze her ass.

Lucy looks around the room and looks at Erin and smiles. "Erin. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Erin says.

"I dare you to spit in my pussy and finger me." Lucy says.

Erin blushes at the dare and smirks.

*Lucy's Pov*

I sit on the bed and spread my legs. Erin joins me in the beds. I bite my lip as Erin spits on my pussy. I moan as her spit drips down my folds.

Erin sits me up and sits behind me. She wraps her arm around me and spreads my legs a bit more with hers. I moan as Erin slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she kisses my neck.

I moan in pleasure and lean back against her. "Mmm fuck." I moan.

Erin giggles and fingers me a bit faster. I moan as Erin slips in a second finger and continues to pump two fingers in and out of my pussy.

"Mmm fuck right there." I moan in pleasure as she fingers me faster and faster.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. "Mm I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure as Erin smirks and massages my tits rough as she continues to finger me, I gasp and moan as she curls her fingers and fingers me faster.

"F-Fuck I'm gonna cum." I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Cum baby. Be a good girl and cum for us." Erin says.

I moan and lean my head back and kiss Erin. Erin kisses back, I can't take it anymore. I let go and cum all over her fingers. Erin smirks against my lips as I cum on her fingers.

Erin helps me ride out my high, Erin pulls her fingers out of me. I moan as I watch her lick and suck my juices off her fingers.

"Mmm you taste amazing." Erin says.

I blush darkly at her comment. Erin and I get off the bed. I put my panties and shorts back on. Erin smiled and kissed me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. We continue playing the game.

"Sam, how about you pick the next dare." I say.

Sam smiles and nods. Sam looks at Erin. "Erin. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Erin says.

"I dare you to ride my strap." Sam says.

Erin blushes darkly at Sam's dare. Erin takes off her clothes and stands there naked. Sam smiles and kisses Erin, Erin smiles and kisses back.

Sam takes off her shirt, shirts and boxers and sets them off to the side. Sam slips on her strap and lubes it up and smirks Asurion blushes darkly and checks out the 11 inch dildo.

*Erin's Pov*

Sam lays on the bed, I join her in the bed and straddle her. I line the rubber tip up with my entrance, I push the tip of the dildo in and slowly sink down on the dildo.

I moan as I take the dildo deep inside me. I moan and take a moment to adjust to the size. I place my hands on Sam's tits, steading myself as I slowly slide up and down on her dildo.

Sam moans as I massage her tits. Sam bites her lip, she places her hand on my ass and squeezes my ass a bit.

I moan in pleasure as she does this. "Mm fuck." I moan.

Sam bites her lip and watches me as I slide up and down on her dildo faster "mm fuck." I moan loudly in pleasure as I continue to ride Kerr's strap on.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. "Sam baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Sam places her hands in my ass and helps me slide up and down on my dick faster than before.

"Cum baby, cum for us. Cum on my strap baby." Sam says seductively.

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. "I'm close." I moan. Sam smirks and slides me up and down in the dildo fasts and harder than before.

"Cum baby." Sam says.

Her words send me over the edge. I can't take it anymore, I let go and cum all over her strap on Sam smirks as some of my juices run down her dildo. Sam giggles as some on her abs and stomach.

I moan as Sam helps me ride out my high, once I come down from my high I slowly slide off her dildo. I blush darkly as the girls giggle and cheer. I put my shirt, panties and shorts back on.

Sam takes off her Strapon and gets dressed. I smile and kiss her, Sam smiles against my lips and kisses back.

"You want to lick the next dare? Or do you want me to lick the next dare?" Sam asks.

I smile. "I'll pick the next dare."

I look around the room and look at Y/n. "Y/n. Truth or Dare?" I ask.

"Dare." Y/n smirks.

"I dare you to spit on my clit and lick it." I say.

Y/n smirks and shrugs. "Sure."

*Y/n's Pov*

Wrong takes off her shirts and panties and lays on the bed. I join her on the bed and lay between her legs. Erin bites her lip and spreads her legs, giving me full access to her pussy.

I smirk as I spit on her clit. Erin bites her lip and moans as my don't drips down her clit. Erin gasps and moans as I lick her folds. Erin moans and runs my fingers through her hair.

I rub her clit and lick her folds. Erin moans and slowly grinds against my face as I lick her clit. I lick her folds a few more times and then stop.

Erin cutely giggles and moans, I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm you taste amazing." I say.

Erin blushes darkly at my comment. Erin puts her panties and shorts back on. I look at Guro and smirk.

"Guro. Truth or Dare?" I ask.

"Dare." Guro says.

"I dare you to lick and kiss Millie's abs." I say.

Millie blushes and bites her lip. Guro smirks, and Millie gets up and stands in the middle of the room. Millie bites her lip, she lifts her shirt up and lowers her shirt and panties a bit giving Guro access to her abs.

Guro gets on her Knees. Guro places her hands on Millie's ass and squeezes her ass. Millie moans as Guro squeezes her ass. Millie bites her lip, she runs her fingers through Guro's hair as Guro worships her abs.

Millie blushes darkly as Guro kisses and licks her abs leaving a few hickeys. Guro does this for 2 more minutes and then stops.

Millie was a blushing moaning mess. We giggle at Millie's reaction. Guro looks around the room.

"Hannah. Truth or dare?" Guro asks.

"Dare." Hannah says.

"I dare you to ride and get off on Niamh's face." Guro says. Guro giggles. "Lay down on the bed Niamh." Guro says.

Millie makes her way over to Hannah and helps her take off her shorts and panties. "You're up." Millie whispers in her ear.

Hannah blushes and joins Niamh on the bed.

*Niamh's Pov*

Hannah made her way over to me, climbing on the bed. She kissed my lips as I smiled into the kiss. Pulling herself away she stood up wrapping her legs on each side of my face. I gave her ass a little spank and stuck my tongue out as she slowly sank down onto my tongue.

"Fuck" Hannah whispered.

She began to slowly move forwards and backwards on my tongue as I kept it as still as possible. She tasted like heaven, her juices dripping down my tongue.

"Uhhh god your tongue, fuck Y/N, your tongue is amazing" she whispered as she gripped her boobs.

"She's loving that" Sam giggled.

"She really is" Millie responded.

Hannah began to ride my face a little faster, her hands moving down to my stomach to keep her still, her thighs tightening around my head keeping me still as possible.

I reached my hand around her body and placed my thumb in her clit and began to rub it slowly. Hannah jolted at this touch as she carried on riding my face.

"Ughhh fuck Y/n fuck, keep going" She yelled her hands now gripping in my hair.

I began to move my tongue in and out of her pussy as she continued to ride my face. I could feel the way her pussy began to leak more and more juices.

"She's going to cum" Erin giggled.

When I heard this I began to move my tongue a lot faster, feeling the way Hannah began to fidget .

"Uuuuugggh fuck, Y/n fuck keep going." She yelled her hands now gripping my hair.

All I heard was the beautiful sound of Hannah moaning as her wetness squirted all over my face. Her grinding got faster as she continued to cum and squirt all over my face and into my mouth, tasting like heaven.

I snaked my hands up to her stomach as she slowly rode out her high.Her legs trembling beneath her she climbed off my face placing a kiss on my lips.

"Thank you" she whispered as she kissed me again.

I had a smile on my face as I tasted the little bits of cum still left on my face. Fuck she tasted amazing.

I was taken out of my thoughts by Guro's next announcement.

"Not so fast Hannah" She said, placing her hand on Hannah's chest.

"I enjoyed that so much, I think you should go again," Guro said with a smile on her face.

It didn't take long for after the words left Guro's mouth, Hannah was back on my face, her thighs rested either side.

"Fuck" Guro whispered. "This is making me so wet," she laughed.

I could only just hear this over Hannah's moaning, constantly grinding against my mouth for the second time, her juices running down my tongue.

I gripped her ass, pulling her ass part giving me more access into her pussy, moaning and groaning into her pussy.

"Oh fuck Y/n" she moaned as she gripped her hands in my hair. "Your mouth feels, fuck, your mouth feels amazing" she stuttered, her voice breaking from the pleasures.

"She's gonna cum again, look at her stomach move" Guro whispered to Sam not able to look away.

Guro was definitely right. Hannah carried on grinding on my tongue, moving my head in the directions she needed me screaming and moaning in pleasure. Her legs began to shake as I constantly dipped my tongue in and out of her pussy.

With a mighty scream for the second time Hannah came all over my tongue. Moaning and groaning, her hands rubbing along her body, squeezing her boobs.

Using my tongue to slowly come down from her high she climbed off my face for the second time, her face covered in sweat.

"Fuck you y/n, you are amazing" she whispered as she got off my face, her hands on my cheeks as she pulled me into a kiss.

"Johanna. Truth or Dare?" Hannah asks.

"Dare." Johanna says.

Hannah giggles. "I dare you to let Y/n take you in reverse Cowgirl." Hannah says.

Johanna and Y/n both blush darkly at Hannah's dare. We giggle and cheer.

*Y/n's Pov*

Johanna and I strip our clothes and get naked. I lay on the bed, Johanna joins me on the bed I lap her on top of me her back to me tits.

I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she's now in reverse cowgirl.

Johanna moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. "Mmm fuck." She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

"Put it back in. Put it back in daddy." Johanna cutely begs.

"Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy's dick back inside you?" I ask, teasing her.

"Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I'm such a slut for your dick and cum. Please, I want more." Johanna says.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick back inside her, Johanna moans as she takes my 11 inches back deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Johanna moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that." Johanna moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had an amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm.

"Fuck baby you're so tight and warm." I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Johanna screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other's. "Feels so good, you're not pulling out babe, you're not pulling out until you cum in me."

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl."

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. "Fuck, I'm gonna squirt!" Johanna screams in pleasure

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Johanna moans and shudders as I do this, Johanna moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "J-Johanna baby I'm close." I moan.

"Me too. Don't stop, don't stop." Johanna moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Johanna know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Johanna moans.

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls.

*Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Johanna moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Johanna. I helped Johann ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

I smile and kiss her. Johnna smiles against my lips and kisses back. I break the kiss, I look around the room and look at the girls.

I smirk. "May as well lose them clothes, girls." I ordered.

The girls moan and blush and strip their clothes and get naked. I smirk and look at Sam.

"Come here slut." I say.

Sam blushes darkly and comes over to me. "Suck my cock Kerr, get my cock ready for the next girl's pussy." I ordered.

"Yes daddy." Sam says.

I bite my lip, Sam locks eyes with me and takes my cock in her mouth. I moan, my hand finds the back of her head.

"Fuck Sammy your mouth is so nice." I moan, leaning my head back as Sam continues to suck my cock.

She places her hands on my thighs as she continues to give me head.

"Fuck Sammy fuck, keep going ugh."I moaned as my grip in her hair tightened as she bobs her head faster. Her head Silva going all over her lips dripping down her chin. She continued to feel my throat, I moaned loudly in pleasure as I took her left boob in my hand and squeezed it lightly as I felt my balls tighten.

*Throat pie*

"Ooh fuck, Sam fuck." I moaned. I didn't have time to warn her Sam as I held down her head on my cock as I exploded in her mouth and down her throat.

Sam choking and gagging on my cum. "Fuck Sam." I moaned.

Sam lifts her head and swallows my load. I smirk as Sam wipes the leftover spot and cum off her face. I smirk and gently grab her throat, Sam moans as I do this to her.

"Did I say you could stop?" I say.

Sam blushes darkly, she wastes no time and takes my cock back in her mouth. I giggle and moan and run my fingers through her hair.

I grab my phone and start recording a video. Sam looks up at the camera, she hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster. I moan as she plays with my balls and swirls her tongue around my tip.

"Fuck Kristie. Sam is a pro at sucking dick." I moaned as I continued to record Sam giving me head.

Sam grips my thighs and bobs her head faster and faster as she continues to play with my balls and sucks the soul out of my cock.

"I'm going to cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moan loudly in pleasure.

I gripped the sheets with one hand as she was making me closer to cumming. My balls tighten as my cock hits the back of her throat.

"Fuck Sam I...."

*Throat pie 2*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Sam chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Sam takes my cock out of her mouth. She places my tip on her lips and strokes my cock helping me ride out my high collecting the last of my cum in her mouth.

Sam smiles and shows the camera a mouth full of camera. Some of my cum drips down her chin, I smile and rub her chin.

"Swallow my load Sammy." I say.

Sam smiles and swallows my load. "Mmm fuck." I moan as I watch her swallow my load.

Sam cutely smiles and wipes the rest of my cum off her face. She giggles and blows a kiss at the camera. I giggle and send Kristie the video.

I smile and rub Sam's chin with my thumb. "Pick the next dare babe." I say.

Sam smiles and nods. The girls. "Damn Kerr who knew you were a slut for cock." Millie teases.

Sam giggles and blushes darkly at her comment. "S-Shut up Bright."

Sam looks at Lucy. "Lucy. Truth or dare?" Sam asks.

"Dare." Lucy smirks.

"I dare you and Millie to scissor." Sam says.

I smirk as Lucy and Millie blush darkly, they get on the bed and get in position. They both moan as they get in position and rub their clits together.

They moan and rest their heads together as they rub their clits together at a faster pace.

"F-Fuck." Lucy moans.

"Feels so good." Millie moans.

They both moan loudly in pleasure. Lucy moans and pins Millie to the bed and grinds their clits together even faster.

"Shit I'm gonna squirt." Millie moans loudly in pleasure.

"Me too." Lucy moans.

Millie and Lucy both moan as they squirt on each other's abs, laps, and on the sheets. I moan and slowly stroke my cock at the sight in front of me.

"S-Should we stop them?" I ask.

They giggle. "Yeah but let them cum first and then we'll stop them." Sam says.

Lucy and Millie both moan loudly in pleasure and continue to scissor. They both moan and cum after 5 more minutes.

I giggle. "Okay okay that's enough. Let's keep playing the game." I say.

Guro looks around the room. "Sam. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare." Sam says.

Guro smirks. "I dare you to eat Millie's ass."

Sam smirks as Millie blushes darkly. Millie gets on the bed and gets on all fours. Sam smirks and joins Millie on the bed. We knew that Sam was an ass girl so she was really gonna enjoy this dare.

*Millie's Pov*

I bite my lip as Sam rubs my clit. I moan as Sam begins eating my ass. I moan and tightly grip the sheets as Sam eats my ass and Fingers my pussy.

"Mm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure.

I moan and push my head back against Sam's face as she continues to eat my ass. Sam slips in a second finger and fingers me faster than before."

"Fuck Sam... Fuck just like that." I moan loudly in pleasure.

The urge to cum gets stronger. I moan and squirt all over Sam's fingers and on her hand and on the sheets.

It's only been 8 minutes and I'm already close to cumming. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as Sam eats my ass and fingers my pussy.

"S-Sam baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can't take it anymore and let go. I cum all over her fingers and face. I moan as my legs shake and buckle as I cum.

Sam helps me ride out my high. She licks and cleans up my sticky mess, Sam kisses and squeezes my ass. I bite my lip and moan in pleasure as she does this.

I lay on the bed and pant trying to catch my breath. Sam smirks, I moan and bite my lip as I watch her lick and suck my juices off her fingers.

Sam smiles and kisses me. I'm shocked at first but kissed back. We broke the kiss and continued playing the game. I gather myself and look around the room.

"Y/n. Truth or dare?" I ask.

"Dare." Y/n says

"I dare you to fuck Erin and cum on her abs and stomach." I say.

*Y/n's Pov*

I smirk and nod and look at Erin. "Get on the bed and get on all fours." I ordered.

Erin gets on the bed and gets on all fours. "Mm give me that ass." I say and move behind her. Erin moans as jumps as I spank her ass.

"Please please fuck my ass Y/n." Erin begs.

Without an answer I slip my hard cock into her ass. I grab her hair and pull it, allowing me to go deeper inside her. I spank her ass and firmly pull her hair as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"F-Faster." Erin cutely begs and moans in pleasure.

I moan and thrust in and out of her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. My eyes locked onto the sight of her ass rippling with each thrust. Her ass was huge and the way it moved was memorizing.

The best view to look at. I move my hand to my boob and roughly massage my tits as I continue to thrust in and out of her a bit faster.

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. "Y/n baby, I'm gonna cum." Erin moans and cums on my dick.

I moan as my balls tighten, I quickly pull out and quickly make Erin lay on her back and stroke my dick.

Cumshot:

I moan, cum shoots out of my dick. Cum shoots and spurts onto her tits, stomach and Abs. Erin giggles and bites her lip.

"That's it, let it out." Erin says.

I moan and slowly stroke my dick the last of my cum oozes and spurts onto her stomach and abs. Erin smiles, I lean down and kiss her. Erin smiles against my lips and kisses back.

I get off her and get off the bed. Erin smirks. "Lucy. Truth or dare?" Erin asks.

"Dare." Lucy says.

"I dare you to lick Y/n's cum off my tits, abs and stomach." Erin says.

We giggle as Lucy blushes darkly. Lucy joins Erin on the bed.

*Erin's Pov*

I bite my lip as Lucy joins me in the bed. I moan as Lucy leans down and slowly licks Y/n's cum off my abs and stomach.

I moan as Lucy locks eyes with me as she slowly licks up Y/n's cum. I moan as Lucy licks, kisses and sucks on my abs leaving a view of hickeys here and there.

I moaned as Lucy swiped her fingers up my folds. I moan as she does this, Lucy smirks and moves up, Lucy slowly licks the cum off my tits.

My breath hitches as she slowly swirls her tongue around my nipples and sucks on my nipples. I moan as she slips her finger inside me and slowly fingers me.

I moan and slowly grind against her finger. Lucy looks at me and smiles. "Someone's needy." She teases.

"Lucy please, I need you. Please eat me out." I beg, Y/n smirks and kisses me. I smile against her lips and kiss back.

"Please Y/n I need to cum so bad." I beg.

Y/n smirks. "Let her cum Bronze."

I blush even more as Y/n and Lucy both lay between my legs. I bite my lip and spread my legs giving them full access to my pussy.

I moan and run my fingers through Lucy's hair and grip the sheets as she kisses and sucks on my inner thighs leaving hickeys.

I moan and gasp as Y/n spits on my pussy and licks my clit. Both her and Lucy begin licking my folds and eating me out. I gasp and moan loudly in pleasure as they both team up on my pussy and eat me out.

I moan and get even more turned on as they look up and lock eyes with me as they eat me out.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure. I gasp and moan as they suck on my clit and roll their tongue in my clit adding different amounts of pressure.

I moan as Lucy and Y/n continue to eat me out. Lucy slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she eats me out.

*Lucy's pov*

I slip in a finger and slowly finger Erin as me and Y/n eat her out. I feel Erin's legs slightly wrap around us. Erin's moans grow louder. I watch as her stomach clenches and flexes at each movement of our tongues.

Her chest rising and falling rapidly. Erin moans loudly in pleasure, Erin shouts mine and Y/n's name. Erin breaks eye contact and throws her head back her kith wide open one fist gripping my hair and the other fist gripping my hair.

Erin cums all over mine and Y/n's face. We let her use our mouths as she works through her orgasm and comes down from her high. Erin's legs shake in pleasure as we help her ride out her high.

Y/n and I lick and clean up her sticky mess. I slowly pull my finger out of her. I lick and suck my juices off my finger.

Erin bites her lip and moans as she watches me lick and suck her juices off my fingers.

*Y/n's Pov*

Lucy and I smirk and make out with Erin. Erin moans in the kiss as she tastes herself on our lips. We break the kiss m, I smile and kiss Lucy, Lucy smiles against my lips and kisses back.

"Pick the next dare baby." I say.

Lucy smiles and looks around the room, "Millie. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Millie says.

Lucy looks at me and smirks. "I dare you to give Y/n a blow job." Lucy says.

Millie smirks as I blush darkly at Lucy's dare. "Lay on the bed baby, I wanna taste that cock." Millie says.

Lucy giggles and makes me lay on the bed. Millie smiles and kisses my inner thighs. I moan as Millie licks my dick and swirls her tongue around my tip.

I blush and moan as Millie spits on my cock and takes my cock in her mouth. She locks eyes with me and slowly bobs her head. I moaned and placed my hand on the back of her head as she kept sucking going a bit faster.

"Fuck Mills your mouth feels so good." I moaned in pleasure. I lean my head back against the headboard as she swirls her tongue around my tip as she keeps sucking and panting with my balls with her other hand.

"Gah fuck I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned as she sped up bobbing her head faster than before.

She locks eyes with me and hums against my dick seeing the reaction she was getting from me. I grip the sheets with one hand, the other hand on the back of her head as she was making me closer to cumming.

My balls tighten as my dick hits the back of her throat.

"Fuck Millie I...."

*Throat pie*

I moan gripping Millie's hair pushing her head further down on my cock as I exploded in her mouth. Sweat dripped down my forehead, my legs buckled and began to shake.

Millie lifts her head up, swallowing my load. Millie kicks up and collects the last of my cum, my cock falls from her mouth and falls limp.

Millie smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin. I smirk and rub her chin.

"Swallow it baby." I say.

Millie smiles and swallows my load. I bite my lip as Millie smiles and kisses my dick and v line. I smile and get hard as I watch her do this.

"Sam, why don't you pick the next dare." I say.

Sam smiles and looks around the room. "Guro. Truth or dare?" Sam asks.

"Dare." Guro says.

"I dare you to lick my clit until I cum." Sam says.

*Sam's pov*

I lay on the bed. I bite my lips and blush as Guro slices it up, she turns her back to me and sits in my chest. I bite my lip as her ass and pussy are in my face.

I moan and squirm my legs a bit as Guro spits on my clit. I bite my lip as her spit drips and runs down my clit.

I moan, I grab her ass and squeeze it a bit as she begins to lick and run her tongue through my folds. I gasp and moan as she flicks her tongue through my folds faster.

Guro moans as I squeeze her ass and kiss her folds. I moan as Guro runs her tongue through my folds faster. The girls giggle and count out loud.

"15" "25" "35" "40" "45" "55" "60" "65" "70" "75" I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets tightly as the urge to cum gets stronger.

"80" "83" "85" "87" Millie giggles and spreads Guro's ass cheeks.

"Let go baby, focus on that ass and pussy and let go babe." Millie says seductively.

"88" "89" "90" "93" Guro pins my legs against the bed and flicks her tongue through my folds faster.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. "95" "100" I moan, I can't take it anymore and let go.

I moan against her folds as I let go and cum in Guro's mouth and on her chin and on the sheets. Guro helps me ride out my high and cleans up my sticky mess. She wipes my juices off her face and chin.

"Mmm now we know how many licks it takes to make Kerr cum." Millie teases.

I giggle and blush darkly at her comment. "S-Shut up you dork."

Guro gets off me. She smiles and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips

I look at Y/n and smile. "Y/n. Truth or Dare?" I ask.

*Y/n's Pov*

Sam looks at me and smiles. "Y/n. Truth or dare?" Sam asks.

"Dare." I smile.

Sam smiles. "I dare you to fuck Niamh and cum inside her." Sam says.

Niamh blushes darkly at Sam's dare. I giggle. "Lay in the bed baby." I ordered. "Lay on your stomach." I say.

Niamh blushes, she lays on the bed and lays on her stomach. I smile and join her on the bed. I hover over Niamh and run my tip through her folds.

Niamh moans as I do this. "Mmm Y/n don't tease just put it in." She moans.

I giggle at her comment and slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. Niamh moans as she takes all 11 inches deep inside her.

"Mm fuck, you're really deep in there." Niamh moans.

"Mm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Niamh takes a moment to adjust to my size. "M-Move."

I move her hair to the side and lean down. I kiss her neck. Nimah moans as I slowly thrust in and out of hers the girls moans and watch as I kiss her neck and slowly thrust in and out of her.

Nimah moans and grips the sheets tightly as I slowly thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy.

"Gah fuck, right there." Niamh moans.

I moan and thrust in and out of her a bit faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and go faster and faster

"F-Fuck it feels so good." Niamh cries out in pleasure.

"Fuck Niamh you have amazing grip." I moan.

"F-Faster... fill me... up." Niamh squeaks out with each thrust.

I thrust into her faster and harder than before. "Fuck yes! Right there! Right there!" Niamh screams in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "N-Niamh babe I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Y-Yes, fill me up daddy." Niamh moans in pleasure.

I grab Niamh's hair and pull it. Niamh moans and gasps as I pull her hair, I smirk and tilt her head back, I slap her cheek and gently choke her. I spit in her face and spit in her mouth.

Niamh moans and swallows my spit. "Fucking hell that was so sexy to watch." Sam moaned as Millie massages her tits roughly and fingers her.

The girls moan and touch themselves as they watch me pound Niamh's pussy from behind. I smirk as I see them touching themselves.

I moan loudly in pleasure and continue to bottom out In her pussy. "Fuck baby your grip is amazing. Ugh I don't think k can last much longer." I moan.

Nimah giggles and moans. "Let go babe. You've earned this, relax and cum you deserve a release." Nimah moans.

I moan in pleasure. I place kisses on her backs. I moan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to Cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting Niamh and the girls know that I'm about to bust my load inside Niamh.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Niamh moans.

"Cum in her." Sam moans.

"Fill that slut up with your seed." Lucy moans.

"Make her your cum dumpster." The girls moans as they watch me fuck Niamh and finger themselves.

I moan as my balls tighten. Niamh moans and cums all over my dick, Niamh cumming sends me over the edge. After one last thrust I cum.

*Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and fills up Niamh's entrance filling her up to the brim. We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs.

"Mmm fuck. There's so Much." Niamh moans.

The last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her and paints her walls white. I moan and slowly pull out of her. Cum glazes her folds, Niamh moans as my cum oozes out of her.

Cum drips down her folds and oozes onto the sheets. I smile and spank her ass. "Fuck." I giggled. "I filled you to the brim." I say.

The girls gasp and moan as they admire the sticky mess I left behind in Niamh's pussy. Nimah moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her and onto the sheets.

To be continued in part 2!

[depoteka]

nothing quite like the smallest things filling you with Rage on a saturday evening

[lalunanymph]

ΉΣЯ & ƬΉΣ ƧΣΛ

༊ you ask rafayel how lemurians reproduce, and he can't wait to show you

✯ warnings; rafayel x fem!reader, established relationship, MONSTERFUCKING, switch!rafayel, switch!reader, rafayel's lemurian form, sex underwater, reader is coded to be feminine (wears a dress and lingerie), mentions of alien genitalia, rafayel calls reader 'master' once, petnames (my little conch shell, my queen, baby, my love, miss bodyguard), size kink (reader is obvs smaller than him, he's a goddamn mErmAID), OVIPOSITION, dirty talk, language, breeding, girl on top position, missionary, reader sucks his merman cock (lmao), dubious breathing underwater methods, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content, slight spoilers for rafayel's myth if you squint, mild angst

✯ istg i am a zayne girlie but something about rafayel just makes me go feral

"𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒?"

The question stunned Rafayel from taking a bite of his souffle pancakes, his fork pausing from its journey into his now lax mouth. Sunlight continues streaming in past the French windows; the patrons of this cafe going about their day, oblivious to the malfunctioning celebrity artist amongst them.

A glob of whip cream freefalls off the metal tines and onto his plate. Those magnetic pink-blue eyes flash with a multitude of colors—like a sea-worn rock under the brilliant sun. 

However, as fast as your question hit him, he overcame it; no one could say that Mr. Rafayel, the art world's maverick and media-trained connoisseur, was slow in recovering his wits.

His signature teasing smile in place, Rafayel placed his fork back down onto the table.

Across from you, two friends were speaking in low tones and judging from their expression, unpacking their love lives with the sombreness of a priest reciting a divorce rite.

Rafayel blinked, tilting his head to the side. 

"Why would you ask, Miss Bodyguard?" 

He casually slung an arm over the back of his chair, a million dollar smile gleaming and ready. "Or, has something struck your most vivid imagination?" 

Laying it on thick, he couldn't even begin to disguise the gleam of his teeth—shining like the incisors of a great white after smelling fresh blood in the ocean. 

"I never thought you would be so sugges—ouch!"

Rafayel winced, and doubled over, rubbing his shin under the table. "What was that for?" 

You huffed, and fixed him a glare. "Don't embarrass me." 

"I was just joking."

"Wasn't funny." 

"Yeesh. You're really wound up about this, huh?" 

That infuriating smirk was plastered back onto his face; his boyish features making something in your chest squeeze. 

"Shut up and answer the question." 

He pretended to ponder on it for a moment. More color illuminates his stunning amethyst irises. Shining like jewels, only he knew the value of his true thoughts. 

Before you could retract your question and salvage this bright afternoon, Rafayel surprises you with his next words.

"Why don't I show you, my little conch shell?" 

You freeze. Scanning the area, you wondered if this was the right conversation to be having in such a brightly lit area. Granted, you and Rafayel were past the carnal stage —after being together for close to a year, your bodies were well-worn maps that lips and fingers could retrace and discover any time.

Fighting back a laugh, you shake your head.

"Is this another one of your racy propositions again?"

Rafayel merely smirked. "If that is how you wish to see it." 

Seriously now, you counter, "Will I have paint in my hair again?" 

Memories flash in your mind; of a large canvas, soft candlelight, and streaks of paint on the most random parts of your body found weeks after the deed was done. 

Your lover sits back, using one slender finger to cross over his heart. "I promise your hair won't go through such torment anymore." Despite your best efforts, your eyes trail to his broad chest, and the enticing V of his defined pecs.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Rafayel's mirth grows. "Looks like you can't resist much longer, I'll make you a deal—" 

He leaned in close—much too close—and you could smell the vanilla on his breath; the sunlight glinting off those purple irises softening with a look of warmth only he held for you.

"—come with me tonight to Whitesand Bay, and I promise you won't regret it." 

Muggy and balmy in the evening, Whitesand Bay wasn't exactly the ideal meet up spot for Rafayel to finally fulfill his promise and show you how mermaids reproduce. 

But, you showed up anyway.

Dressed in a light, silk dress to combat the heavy heat of the summer night, you cautiously made your way down to the docks, keeping your eyes and ears peeled for Rafayel. 

"You're here." He appeared a moment later, dashing as usual in his white button-down and pristine slacks. Dazzling under the half-light, you allowed him to take your hand and lead you right to a boat.

"We're not going for a to take a deep dive like last time, right?" Hearing the skepticism in your voice, he laughs.

"Of course, not. I paid Thomas a huge bonus last month and told him to buy a speedboat. For us to borrow, if you're curious." 

"Poor Thomas," you mused, letting him hold you close to his side as he helped you atop the board. "His boss is a tyrant... asking him to use his bonus for such lavish nonsense."

"Is it really a lavish nonsense if I get to have you here?" 

Rafayel's sincerity struck you mute. He breezed past your shocked figure, unaware of the effect he has on you. "Well? Are you going to continue mocking my methods of employment or are we going to do this?" 

Even though his chest was puffed and voice full of bravado, you could tell your sweet artist boyfriend was struggling with his nerves. The tips of his ears were bright red, a faint shadow of a pout on his lips. 

"Raffie," you whisper, taking his hand. He glanced at you, wide-eyed like a fish caught on the bait. "What're you so scared of? It's just you and me."

He lets you rub your thumb across his knuckles, tightening your hold on his fingers.

"I just..." he trails off. "... just don't want you to think I'm a freak. That's all."

Rafayel refused to look at you when he was this vulnerable, and you couldn't help the short giggle bursting past your defenses. He glared, and you quickly reached for his face, touching his cheek.

"Never," you emphasize. "I will never think you're weird. Ever. Besides, if you're a freak then I'm the weirdo in love with you."

Your dopey grin sets something aflutter in his chest, like ripples of ocean waves splashing across a strange shore. Rafayel smirks and takes your hand off his face, choosing to twine his fingers with yours. 

"Shall we make a move, then, my little conch shell?" 

"Rafayel..."

The sight before you stuns you with its splendor. Your beloved boyfriend had gone all out—picnic blankets, lighted candles, flutes of champagne, and spreads of seafood as far as the eye could see... arranged all across the flatbed of this hidden alcove where the sea kisses the land. 

In the distance, the gentle swishes of waves lapping at the shore greeted your ears, its waves illuminated faintly as if lit from within.

"Bioluminescent algae," Rafayel murmurs right behind you. His arms came to wrap around your waist, the heat of his breath fanning right across your exposed neck. "They only appear in the summer when the water is warm." You fight back a shiver, trying not to show how affected you were by his presence. 

"Oh." Dumbly, you weren't sure how to put your thoughts together, much less a coherent sentence. 

Sensing your speechlessness, Rafayel exhaled a laugh. "Come on. We should eat before the food gets cold."

There's a dip in his tone, something tinged with a darker emotion you barely had time to unravel before he was tugging you onto the picnic mat. The food was divine, his personal chefs going all out to satisfy both of your palettes. Conversation flowed easily like the champagne slipping down your throat, coaxing you to release the tightness in your chest in favor of bubbly giggles and flirty smiles.

Rafayel's cheeks were steadily growing pinker, and you were sure he would double over and pass out—forgetting about your brazen question—when you felt his hand on your thigh.

"Would you like to take a swim with me?" 

Memories of seaweed brushing your bare legs, Rafayel’s arms steadily around your waist as he led you past the shoreline fills your mind. Anything cool sounded like a blessing from this heat. 

Plus, he was a pretty good swimmer, as evident from what he truly was. Rafayel would never put you in harm’s way. 

Safe. That was the word. You always feel safe with him. 

“Yes.”

He takes your hand, gives it a squeeze and helps you stand.

Rafayel started to undress first. The hem of his expensive silk shirt reveals the fitted band of his equally expensive slacks—made by the best tailors in all of Linkon. Then, pale skin. It stretches, tightens over defined obliques, abs and then his impressively broad chest. 

Scattered across the sinew and muscle roping his torso were smatterings of moles and beauty marks. 

Someone once told you that these marks were spots past lovers used to love kissing. You idly trace your gaze over the one on his left pec, right over his heart. 

If Rafayel and you had been together in the past, you were sure that the spot over his heart would be your favorite spot to plant your lips on him. 

As furtively as you could, you tried not to gape at him, but completely failed.

Rafayel was a masterpiece made by the gods themselves, and you were the poor fool gaping at his altar; transfixed on the sharp V which led to a light dusting of his happy trail. 

His cock strains behind his slacks, bulging noticeably. You want to reach out and skim your fingers, eager to feel it twitch under your touch. 

"Well?" His gentle amusement tore your thoughts from their sinful vices. "Are you gonna just stare at me or are we going for a swim? Your pick, Miss Bodyguard." 

Showing that you were far braver than you felt, you stood up, shaky hands reaching for the straps of your dress. "Don't look at me." 

A surge of heat flooded your cheeks, your eyes resolutely turned to the side. Obediently, Rafayel followed your orders, though you could hear the cogs turning in his head. It's not like I haven't seen her naked before.  

But, this wasn’t the usual plotting, teasing and flirting you both would indulge in.

Something about the air tonight felt heavier. 

Intimate.

You swore Rafayel could pick up your heartbeat from where he stood. The heat on your cheeks spread down your chest, tingling on your fingertips.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

In nothing but in your lingerie, you shift from foot to foot, feeling too vulnerable and open.

The sky above yawns wide, inky black jaws lovingly unfurling like a spread of velvet sheets. His hand is warm in yours, and you squeeze it, trying to hide how you were trembling. 

“Hey.” Rafayel sweeps you into his arms. Try as you might to fight off the nerves, they bubble up in a short squeak when your face meets his chest. “Relax, baby. You’re shaking like a bubble in the sun… don’t pop just yet.”

You find comfort in his scent—oceanic and musky—breathing him in. 

Do you trust me? Rafayel once asked when you both were drunk on a night out. 

Of course, I do. You flick his nose. Why wouldn’t I trust you? 

Even if I’m different? He fixes you with a look, lucid for someone who had just downed an entire champagne bottle. And I can’t be normal for you? 

Especially because you aren’t normal in the sense of its word… I trust you even more because you trusted me, first. 

Waves lap at your toes, and you shiver at how cool the water is. 

“Easy,” Rafayel coaxes you. He takes the lead, sinking into the soft sand first, never releasing his hold on you. 

You do as he says, a sailor to his siren call, except you knew in your heart you would willingly follow him till the ends of the world.

Once the water was up to your waist, Rafayel exhaled. “Stay here. I’ll be back.” 

You don't have time to protest when he dives into the waves, barely kicking up a spray. Eyeing the softly luminated sea surface, you dip your fingers into the warm water, watching a blue orb float in between your loose fists. 

“Hey.”

Startling, you look up to find him grinning, lilac hair darkened with salt water; holding a bundle of what you thought was tangled hair in his grasp.

“I know you hate the taste of seaweed, but this’ll help when we… get into things.” 

He ends in an awkward note, and you wondered what happened to the once cocky, and sure Rafayel you knew. 

Unfurling his clenched fist, he hands you one single strand. “Eat this. It’ll help you breathe underwater temporarily.” 

“What is it?” you sniff at the strange vegetation. 

“Hydroweed. It gives humans the ability to breathe underwater for up to an hour.”

Putting your faith in his words, you nod. Opening your mouth, you bite into the Hydroweed. 

The briny taste was overwhelming, its tough fibers making it difficult for you to chew. But, you manage to swallow it down. 

Instantly, you felt your throat closing, the air choked out of your lungs. “Rafayel—!” 

Strong hands grab your waist, dragging you under the foamy waves. 

You gasp, about to scream at him to let you go, when you took in your first deep breath underwater.

The world suddenly came to life. Bright blue orbs floated right in front of your face, and you reached for them, in awe at how vivid they glowed now you could see them up close. 

Down in the depths, the waves became hushed murmurs in the background, filling your ears with a ringing silence. 

“Are you okay?” Rafayel’s voice shot through the floating calm like a shout, and you cringed back in shock. 

“Sorry,” he laughs, and pulls you to his side. “It’s way quieter down here than up above because sound travels differently. Strange, huh?” 

You nod, not entirely sure if you could use your voice. As if he read your thoughts, Rafayel chuckles.

“Go ahead and speak, my little conch shell. I can hear you just fine.” 

You take a deep breath. “O-okay.” Growing confident and more comfortable, you relax in his embrace. “It feels… strange. Like you said. But, at the same time, I don’t entirely hate it.”

“Mhm,” he rubs your back, smiling reassuringly and wide. “If there are other Lemurians within a few miles, they can most likely hear you scream.”

His double meaning didn’t register until you felt his palms tracing your hips, teasing down your body to give your ass a fond squeeze.

“Hey—!” 

You swat his hands away, mute with embarrassment. “I-is that why you all live so deep in the sea? For privacy?” 

Rafayel hums. It’s a little off putting how clear his voice sounds, like you were listening to him through a pair of high-grade earphones. 

“Usually, Lemurians mate deep in the trenches where the light can’t find us. It helps to keep things more private and intimate. If not, we travel to other seas uninhabited by our species. I used to know a guy who dragged his wife to the middle of the Atlantic when they were trying for a family.”

Rafayel’s focus ebbs into the distance, a tinge of sadness in his tone that appears whenever he speaks of his long lost people and home. 

You take his hands in yours and squeeze, trying to draw him back from the precipice of his ruined memories.

“We could try…” you trail off, unsure if this was the right thing to say. “...to repopulate it?” 

Like your words were a trigger, you found yourself planted right on the ocean floor, soft sand cushioning your body.

You squeak, quickly darting your eyes to his, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders.

Rafayel’s usual glimmering pink-blue eyes were shadowed by a darker emotion; reminding you of glinting shark teeth or a blade of moonlight slicing through choppy water. 

“Don’t say that, baby.” Was it you, or did his voice drop an octave? 

Your Lemurian lover’s low reprimand made a shudder run down your spine, his half-mast eyes causing your stomach to flip.

“You don’t know how those words make me feel… my kind used to reproduce by the dozens—I can’t wait to see you bulging with my babies.” 

Wait… babies? 

With a capital ‘S’?

His mouth lands on yours, hungry and seeking. You kiss him back with as much ardor, lost in the sensations that you almost forgot what he had said earlier.

“Raf… Rafayel—” you gasp when he starts to dig his teeth into your neck, nipping down your jaw and collarbone.

Deft hands unclip your bra, the motion fluid like he has done this a million times before. From the corner of your eye, you see every article of clothing he took off you floating right to the surface; moonlight bouncing off the fragmented surface, playing across the broad expanse of his back. 

Your head swims with fuzzy thoughts long discarded when he pushes the plush fat of your tits together, licking and nipping around your areolas, ignoring how your nipples were already circling with need. 

“Raffie…” You fist his hair, trying to push his mouth to where you need him the most. “Don’t tease me.”

He laughs at your soft whine. “I need to make sure you’re prepared, my love.”

My love. Rafayel only called you that term whenever he was in the thick of his passion; it seems like you were about to witness the cumulation of your innocent question coming true.

Strong hands held you firmly while he eased down your body, planting fleeting kisses on every inch of your skin his lips could touch. 

Down in the deep, gasps and screams weren’t sounds, but vibrations; the sounds escaping your mouth resounding around your entwined bodies.

“Fuck,” Rafayel cussed once he reached the apex of your thighs. “I can’t wait to finally taste you underwater.” 

Barely giving you time to brace yourself, the broad stroke of his tongue melted through your folds. 

Never would you have imagined you would be eaten out right on the ocean’s bed—going deeper and deeper into the neverending blue. 

Rafayel’s lips were wrapped around your nub, sucking and caressing it with his tongue exactly how you liked it. Your smaller fingers sank into his hair, the other entwining with his own above your heart; back arched to give him everything you have.

“S’good,” he murmurs, verging on the edge of slurring. “I love you.”

His name tumbles from your mouth like a primal echo, calling him right to the edge of a bottomless trench.

Rafayel wasn’t afraid; he would traverse the deep beyond for as many chances to be with you as he could.

“Put your legs around my waist,” he whispers in between sloppy kisses back up your body. 

If someone were to tell you that your sweet boyfriend was literally making love to you on the bottom of the ocean, you would tell them a Wanderer had infected their mind.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his body emanating a faint glow. A distant memory claws past the thin membrane of your barely held together thoughts; moonlight bouncing off pink-blue scales, his unbearable body heat and a pearly sheen misting his eyes.

“Rafayel—” 

The change was imperceptible. At first, you couldn’t feel anything but the sinful sinking of his cock stretching out your cunt. 

Then, it hit you like a freight train.

His waist felt like it was expanding, pushing your thighs further apart. But, when you glanced down the line of your bodies, the length of his legs was replaced by something longer. Bigger. It distinctly had two fins attached to the end, bent at an angle to accommodate the position he was fucking you in.

“R-Rafayel—!” 

“Fuck,” he strains, lining his forehead with yours. “I-I’m scared of hurting you.” 

“N-no,” you force your thick tongue to relinquish the words. “You'll never.”

His skin grew harder under your touch, inches of pale expanses replaced by shiny scales. Minus his face, his limbs, back, chest and torso were completely covered by the armor-like toughness of multiple hardened plates. Where the scales couldn’t touch, they were bonded together by thin layers of lamella, giving his entire body an otherworldly sheen. 

Mesmerized, you titled his face towards you, marveling at the scattering of scales adorning his throat and jaw. 

“Wow,” you murmur, touching them. They weren’t as hard or sharp as you imagined; his scales had a delightful give you couldn't stop pressing down on. 

In response, Rafayel grunts. “Baby… It’s happening.”

You were about to part your mouth and ask him what was, when your eyes shot wide open. 

The place where you both were connected suddenly grew tighter, as if something was pushing against your insides. Your muscles instinctively tried to expel the foreign intrusion, tensing and tightening—it was a shot of fear unlike any other you had ever tasted. 

Panicking, you cried out, “Rafayel, stop!”

Immediately, he ceased rutting into you, breathing heavily. Anguished, pastel eyes peel clapped onto yours, a pearly sheen filming over them.

“Shit… shit, I’m so sorry…”

“What’s happening?” you blurt out, a tremble of fear in your question. “Are you… are you putting e-eggs in me?” 

“Eggs?” he sounds bewildered, and that causes you to be perplexed in turn. Breathing hard, Rafayel’s forehead thumps onto your sternum. He doesn’t refute you or confirm your suspicions. Instead, he takes in a deep, ragged breath, like he was trying to tame down a cresting emotion. “Did you actually think, for a single second, that I was going to leave eggs in you?” 

Before you can even speak, his broad shoulders start to shake. Rafayel’s quiet laughter roused your confusion and indignation; your brows furrowing together because he wouldn’t stop laughing.

“Shut up,” it was your turn to be the whiner in this relationship. “You’re mean. It’s a valid question!” 

“Oh, baby,” he wheezes. One second, he was laughing, and the next, he lapsed into a quiet seriousness, the sudden mood change giving you whiplash. “I would never hurt you like that, my love. Trust me.”

Gently grasping your hand with his, he slips it down both your bodies, right to where you two were connected. “What I meant to show you, my little conch shell, is this.” 

He brings your hand between your own legs. You thought he was going to make you touch yourself, but when you feel something hard and distinctively not flesh-like bump your hand, you flinch back.

“Ssh, don’t be afraid,” he murmurs. “Go on and take a look, my love.”

Again with my love. 

Rafayel was either struck with nerves, or he was completely enamored with you at this moment. 

You licked your lips, tasting salt water on them and cautiously stretched your fingers to feel the strange object up. It was long and girthy, like a penis, except it wasn’t.

Steeling yourself, you risk a peek.

Gone was the smooth, veiny skin of Rafayel’s cock. His human one. 

In its place, was a thick length, riddled with ridges and bumps like an octopus’ tentacle. His very human appendage was always a stunner—slender (like his physique), veiny, with a hooked tip—but the sight before you (that strange and downright alien sight) blew your expectations out of the water. 

Your gasp reverberated around the pressing silence. Rafayel was quiet, waiting for you to speak. In turn, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his new genitalia. 

“Is that…” you struggle to piece together a coherent question. “Is that all… going inside of me?” 

Rafayel grunts. “Unless you don’t want me to, sweetheart.”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, staring past the crest of his shoulder towards the shimmering, seemingly impenetrable ceiling of a world beyond the bubble you both created.

“I do,” you finally whisper, your confession rippling around the both of you, suspending your forms in an endless wave of mutual ecstasy. “I want this. I want you.”

Rafayel doesn’t bother to waste his time replying. You brace yourself, heels digging into his hips, clinging onto him with all of your strength. 

The first breach of his otherworldly cock inside of you felt like a touch of electricity up your spine. You cried out, nails digging into his scaly shoulders.

“Relax,” he paces you through the sensations. “I need you to relax for me, my love. I can’t get in if you’re this tight.” 

You gulp in a few deep breaths with your eyes screwed shut, and eventually, your heartbeat slows down. Sluggishly cracking your lids open, you catch the gleam in his pink-blue irises; locks of his iridescent hair floating around his serene expression.

The strange sensation was back, easing past your ring of muscle. You choke on a moan, trying to swallow your fear. 

“Ssh,” Rafayel murmurs. To distract you, he leaves feathery kisses on your cheeks, jaw and then, your lips. 

If the bottom of the ocean wasn’t enough to drown you, his kiss would. 

Rafayel… you whisper into the water. 

His name was a prayer dedicated to the Sea Gods on your tongue, your body sprawled out beyond your comprehension. Every line of you was taut with tension, the achingly slow stretch of his appendage plunging deeper and deeper into your heat had your head spinning like a whirlpool was threatening to suck you in. 

“Almost,” his harsh whisper clashes with your breath. “So good for me; you’re doing so good for me, my love.”

“Rafayel,” you mewled, the sea taking your tears. Hiccuping his name, you shudder, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. 

Your fist clamped down on soft sand, your back arched, and finally—finally—you felt his hips clipping yours.

“Fuck.”

The both of you groan in unison. 

His kisses were still warm, flush on your parted lips. Rafayel shunted his hips forward, then back. Repeating the same motion. 

Again. Again. And again.

The sensation was unlike any other you had felt in this world. No cock could possibly compare to the ridges wrapped around his length, the blunt, elongated tip almost touching the deepest part of your body.

“Rafayel,” you cried in a thick voice, like your mouth was filled with cotton. “Oh, God…”

Your tits flushed to his chest, your fingers in his hair and his tongue twining with yours shook your inner world like a deep sea earthquake.

This wasn’t like your usual lovemaking sessions; everything was amplified, more sensitive and tangible.

God, was it all so tangible.

You could physically feel every scaly ridge under your fingertips. His modified cock dragging those ecstasy-inducing bumps across your walls. Even his taste was different underwater; like a briny, primal flavor which coated your tongue. 

“Y/N,” his moan more angelic than what you could handle. “I love you. I love you so, so much—” 

Rafayel choked, and you didn’t need to ask to know he was about to cum. 

The ecstasy of it all wrapped its tendrils around both your embracing bodies; a human and Lemurian entangled in a dance as old as time. 

“I love you,” you cry out, toes curling and your nails raking down his back. Rafayel grunts, and in the dim half-light of the ocean engulfing you, you swore you saw his frantic eyes shine like precious pearls.

The world was closing in, darkness seeping into the corners of your vision. 

You pushed on his shoulder, trying to get his attention; acutely aware that the ache in your lungs wasn’t because of his kisses, but of something else.

Something out of your control.

The call of the surface burned through your lungs, and you opened your mouth, about to scream for him to let you go, when it all slammed into you like a tidal wave.

Darkness exploded, splattering across your mind, and you heard his cry of your name, the sound now echoey and muggy.

There was movement. A sharp tug. What sounded like wind whistling through your ears. 

Through your snatches of consciousness, you were aware of the pushback both your bodies weathered through the wall of water; how the ocean was trying to hold you back.

As soon as the sensation appeared, it was shattered by a golden burst of fresh oxygen.

Gulping in mouthfuls of air, you yelled out in fright, blindly grappling across the writhing dark mess of endless ocean surrounding you. 

Rafayel! Rafayel!

You felt strong arms wrap around you, holding you in his embrace like how a father would cradle his child.

Close your eyes, you thought you heard him murmur in your ear. And don’t open them until I tell you it’s safe to.

Arms clamped around his shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist, your intrinsic fear of the ocean made you trust his word. 

Gently now, you were bobbing across the water, the cool currents rushing across your bare skin. It felt like gelatinous cold drafts constantly hitting every body part. Staying true to his promise, you kept your eyes shut until you felt rough sand on your back; the waves receding from your body to lap at your toes.

Gasping, you peel your eyes open, lid by lid.

The alcove where he took you tonight was back in front of you. 

Rolling onto your front, you tried to stand, but only succeeded in stumbling back onto the sand; losing your sense of balance from countless minutes spent suspended in the ocean's mass.

“Hey, hey. Easy there.”

Rafayel was still in his Lemurian form, and this time, under the dim, flickering lights of the bay’s lanterns, you were stunned into an awe-inspiring disquiet.

The flickering warmth casted shadows over his iridescent scales, those once tough and gray plates under the ocean’s darkness glowing from the inside out with a pink-blue flame.

Half of his tail was still submerged in the water, and you couldn’t help but drag your gaze across the stunning length.

Easily a few feet long, you couldn’t even begin to wrap your head around the mental image of how majestic his entire Lemurian form would look underwater. It was just too bad the Hydroweed’s effects were over before you could even get to the good part.

Your thighs were chafing, drawing attention to your gapingly empty cunt. 

Pulling yourself to your knees, you came chest to chest with him. 

Rafayel’s saltwater soaked fingers grasped your cheeks, titling it up to inspect you. 

Trickles of water seeped down his face, darkening the sand with droplets of wetness.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, fraught and remorseful. “I lost track of time. I could’ve seriously injured you.”

“It’s okay.” The both of you flinched back from how hoarse your voice sounded. Clearing your throat, you struggled to put your mushy thoughts into words. “I… enjoyed it.”

Rafayel dropped his hands, his breathing growing ragged. “I should get back to normal—”

“No!” 

You stunned him with your vehemence, scrambling to grip his shoulders, clapping your crazed eyes onto his widened ones.

You’re acting like a mad woman. 

But, he didn’t say that to you. Rafayel grasped your hands, drawing them to his chest, pouring every drop of attention onto you. 

“I want to… try it… here.” 

You pieced together your incoherent request, and a part of you wondered—dreaded—if you had already lost your mind from the lack of oxygen and crushing deep sea pressure. 

Rafayel stared at you for a moment, unspeaking.

Then, he gently dragged you closer. Before you could even squeak, he had you straddling his waist. 

This time, it was your turn to peer down at him, curtains of your wet hair framing your face.

“Take me, then,” his voice was equally as hoarse as yours, though you suspected it wasn’t from ingesting enough saltwater to fill up your lungs. Trembling fingers touched your face, smoothing across your cheeks. “I’m all yours. I’ve been bound to you since the very beginning. You can take me, I won’t fight back. I told you I wouldn’t that night, don’t you remember? I’m keeping my word now.”

Something about the longing in his tone, how those pink-blue eyes yearned to swim in your soul, brought a lump to your throat. 

“Rafayel…”

Strong hands helped to guide your hips over his cock, easing you down with quiet praises and encouragement.

So good for me, baby. Look at you. Taking me so well. Wish I could paint this moment—you look so pretty. All for me. My love. My love. 

“R-Rafayel!” Thin red lines bloomed on his chest from your nails, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Without the sea’s buoyancy to support you, gravity took over, easing you down his bulbous cock.

Rafayel’s thumb circles your clit, rubbing it gently, soothingly, to get you wetter.

Your body felt like it was about to split cleanly into two—he was much too big for you. 

“C-can’t!” you whisper-cried. “I can’t take all of you—ngh.”

His mouth found your nipples, licking and sucking along the fleshy nubs until they were coated with his spit and tightening obscenely; an erotic outline lit by the bay's dim lantern lights.

“You can,” he mumbled in between your breasts. “I know you can.”

The rough strip of his tongue slid from your sternum towards your neck, pausing right at your pulse point. Sharp bites bloomed on your neck from his teeth, and you shiver from the throbbing pain going straight to your clit. 

That strange, heightening sensation was back. You felt much too sensitive, like a lightning rod trembling from an impending electrical storm.

One touch could’ve made you explode.

Rafayel brought your lips to his, tangling his tongue down your throat; stoppering your cries. 

Warm, smooth, distinctively human palms caressed your hips and thighs. 

Almost in, baby, he whispers in between kisses. I can feel every inch of you. 

You flit your eyes to where both your bodies meet, in mute shock from how deep he already was in you.

“You like it, baby?” he breathes warmly on your jaw. “Like watching yourself sit on my cock?” 

Fuck. Stop teasing me, you want to whine. But, the words won’t slip past your clenched teeth. 

His name bounces across the soft sand, the wind picking up and making you shiver. 

The warm glow of the lanterns spill across his sharp cheekbones, planes of his jaw. You’ve never seen someone look this beautiful under a hazy night sky before.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” you feel him murmur against your lips. “Say the word, baby. We’ll stop.”

You’re panting now, trying hard not to break your progress and having to start over. Rafayel was about halfway inside, and you forced your body to push and receive. 

Guh, you gasp, tossing your head back. 

“Love seeing you stretch yourself out on my cock, baby,” Rafayel mutters hoarsely—passionately. 

The implicit meaning in his words is clear: I love how you give yourself so willingly to me.

For Rafayel, you would do this ten times over until your body memorizes him. Willing your cunt to make a home for his monster cock even if it would break your spine.

“Almost,” he reassures in a low groan. “You feel s’good baby.”

He’s sweating as well, bullets of exertion not to break his composure and fuck into you mingling with the last of the seawater droplets rolling down his temples.

Rafayel, Rafayel, you whimper his name over and over. Oh God…

Something bubbles inside of you, thick and hot. You think you’re about to spill over, thighs shaking from the effort of holding yourself up. 

Your lover groans, low and lusty, his eyes trapped right in between your legs. “You’re so wet—look. Your little pussy loves me, baby.”

You glance to where he’s telling you to look, and nearly pass out from the embarrassment. 

Thick, pearly droplets are oozing down his merman length, and you would’ve thought it was from him had you not felt your walls start to twitch—more wetness gushing and trickling down to stain his pelvis.

The added lubrication made it easy enough for you to bottom out on his cock, and both your mutual cries of ecstasy reverberated into the dark night.

Shit, shit. Too big. You’re too big for me.

“You can take it,” he mouths your earlobe, kissing down your cheek. “Doing so well for me.”

Your breathing trembles, like a question hanging in thin air. Can you fuck me now? 

Rafayel scoffs and bumps his nose with yours gently. “Always making me do the hard work. You really are my spoiled, pretty princess, aren’t you? Or…” his voice drops, the heat in his eyes almost scorching you. “Do you want to be my good girl?”

You gasp: I do. I want to be your good girl.

He hisses when you start to shift your hips, the motion making your clit catch on his pelvis. You mewl, leaning forward to repeat the same motion; trying to chase after that spark of pleasure over and over again.

Those big, smooth palms cradle your face, pushing your hair back.

Rafayel’s jaw is tense, like he’s biting down on some inner demon you can’t see. 

That’s it. That’s my good girl. 

Your nails leave white crescent moons on his pale shoulders as you ride him, every bump and ridge of his cock brushing your sweet spot. He was so deep in you, almost plunging right past your cervix. 

“Fuck,” he curses. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

An arm sweeps you right to his chest, your cheek pressed atop his heartbeat. Rafayel thrusts his hips up, meeting your sensual grinding.

Spit pools in the back of your throat, your eyes squeezed shut as you let your Lemurian lover have his way with you. You part your mouth, mellifluous moans touching the air and turning it golden to his reddened ears.

I love you. His whispers against your throat, the sting of his teeth soothed by the sweetness of his praise and adoration. I love you so much, my good girl.

“You fuck me so good,” the words tumble from your split mouth, recklessly thoughtful. “No one can fuck me like you.”

Yeah, he pants, mouthing your pulse point. Cream on this cock, baby. It’s all yours. His hands span across your lower back, traversing down to grip your ass and spreading you wider for him.

Give me everything you’ve got, Princess. 

His cock plunges so deep inside of you, and you were sure that if he came right now, he might’ve knocked you up in one try. 

All yours. Rafayel was all yours. 

You lean up, arms resting on either side of his head as the sand bites into your skin. 

Rafayel thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. He watches, mesmerized, as your tits sway right in front of his face. You’re fucking him now, meeting each fluid thrust he had to give; bouncing on his lap like you were riding out a desperate heat.

His thighs tense, and he feels your pussy clench down on him. 

Fuck, you stutter, and so do your hips. I’m close. 

He squeezes your ass, smacks it with both palms.

Your breathing catches, and you ride him even harder. Faster.

“Fuck,” those pretty eyes were hooded, latched on your bouncing tits and stiff nipples. “Look so good fucking me—you love using me, don’t you, Master?” 

You gasp, and Rafayel feels your composure slip when you squeeze down on him. He almost cums right there and then. But, he fights it off, needing to see you lose control first.

The sight of your stickiness frothing at the base of his cock nearly makes him white out in pleasure, getting messier with every stroke of his non-human cock. 

He’s never had a human before in his Lemurian form, but it’s something straight out of a wild, wet dream.

Your skin was so, so soft in comparison to his hard scales that he’s almost afraid of hurting you with them.

But, you prove you’re made of tougher stuff when you lean back, bracing both hands on the girth of his tail. 

Showing off your puffy pussy and glistening hole taking every inch of him like it was made for this and only for this purpose.

He feels himself drowning in you. No one has ever taken him this deep. His mouth falls open, a low grunt touching your hot ears. Good girl… good fucking girl. His praises make you warm all over. You would do anything and everything to earn his devotion. But, Rafayel doesn’t make you do it—he gives it to you freely. One large hand smoothed over your belly, your tits, pinching your nipples and smirking inwardly when you gasp and groan. 

Breathy whimpers resound, his thumb on your clit rubbing out full body shudders. The sky above spins, like he’s being sucked into and about to be spat out of a whirlpool.

His eyes bounce from the softness of your belly, your tits jiggling, and then back down to your pretty pussy taking all of him in.

“Like what you see?” 

Rafayel flits his gaze back up. Your eyes were two pools of smoldering heat, about to burn him alive.

You grab his wandering hand, pressing it right over your stomach. “I can feel you here.” He twitches, and you gasp. “So, so deep.”

Sloppy sounds of your bodies meeting; you were so, so wet and perfect. Your pussy was gushing, fighting between squeezing him out or sucking him in. 

I’m gonna cum, baby, he grunts. The vein in his neck tightens, and your whimper almost sets him off.

Gonna cum so deep inside of you. Make you so round and perfect with my babies. You’re my Queen, aren’t you? My love. I’ll love you until the seas dry up. You’re mine forever. 

It’s that tinge of possessiveness which does you under. You were putty to his deep, gravelly voice; those words of unending devotion and sin.

His thick, dark lashes flutter, those pretty eyes rolling back into his head.

Fuck, baby. He grabs onto your hips, looking for something to steady him. “I need you… I’m gonna cum,” he whines, and it’s pathetic really—how much you’ve affected him.

If he was a lesser man, Rafayel might’ve called you his weakness. But, you were more than that.

You were the reason he woke up in the mornings. The reason he relentlessly pursued the passages of time and space to find you; you were the muse to his madness. 

“Do it for me, baby,” you pant, and fall back into his arms. Chest to chest, lips to lips, every breath you took was exhaled by his own. “Cum for me.”

Make me yours forever, Rafayel.

The world goes white, and your pussy quivers around him, an ending opera note suspended in mid-air.

It comes crashing down, slo-mo turned to a normal pace when time rushes back to engulf your sluggish shore.

His cum fills you up, thicker and running hotter than a human’s. It felt strange; pulsating inside of you, glob after glob. Your pussy shudders and breaks, physical and emotional walls all torn down for him; voice hoarse and edged with mania. Rafayel, Rafayel, Rafayel…

You mumble his name like a prayer while he drags your lips to his, kissing you like an oath.

He feels you shudder around him, growing weaker like a kitten. It would be so easy for him to pierce your neck with his teeth, cut through your jugular with his scales. 

But, Rafayel tames his primal, oceanic urge to destroy, reining it back in favor of nosing your hair.

“Felt so good,” he mumbles tiredly. “Are you okay, my little conch shell?”

You hum, shift your hips. The bulbous head of his cock brushes the opening of your cervix. “I can’t believe I took you so deep.” You drift off and in a few minutes, feel him go from soft to half-hard in you again. 

“Are you still turned on, baby?” you ask innocently, voice soft and frayed with exhaustion. Rafayel swivels his face away, trying to hide his red ears.

“N-no.”

You huff a laugh, using all the strength in your jelly-like limbs to sit up. Something catches your attention, and in the corner of your eye, you pick up the dark strands, fisting it close to your mouth.

Rafayel watches, unsure what you’re intending to do. He sits up, squints, and almost gasps.

That’s enough Hydroweed for you to last a night under the ocean. 

He’s about to stop you, when you ingest it all in one go.

The second you convulse, he pushes you back into the ocean, your gasp of relief second to only his bruising kiss completely devouring your mouth. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, and your back meets the ocean floor again. This time, you take the lead, rolling him off to straddle his waist again. 

Rafayel glances at you, gorgeous pastel eyes hooded. 

He notices how comfortable you’re getting underwater; how easy it is for you to scoot down his torso, your playful smirk making his cock and heartstrings throb. 

“Baby—” he mumbles, only to be cut off by the sight of you kissing his bulbous tip.

Rafayel isn’t a believer of god per say (coming from his own experience as a retired sea deity), but at the sight of your pretty lips skimming his merman tip, he thinks he could give religion another shot. 

What’re you doing? His whisper carries across the currents.

Ssh, you hush him, rimming the tip of your tongue around his flushed head. You don’t miss how his tail twitches, cock now painfully at full mast. 

Isn’t it obvious? You mumble, kissing the tip reverently. I want to taste my Lemurian's pretty cock.

He seizes, back arching, putty in your hands when you take him down as deep as your little throat allows. 

What else you couldn’t fit, you used your hands to jack up and down.

Soft hisses slip past his clenched teeth. “You’re driving me crazy, baby.”

Mhm, you slur, flickering your hazy, fucked out gaze to his flushed face. Tastes so good, you whisper, and Rafayel was glad the ocean didn’t show the line of drool that usually trickles down your jaw; your fucked out expression which would make his control snap instantly. 

You would need to consume at least three more mouthfuls of Hydroweed before he was fully done with you. 

Luckily, Thomas’ yacht came with some fluffy towels.

Rafayel had wrapped you in one while he laid the other under your back; content to curl his tail around you, still in his Lemurian form. The honeywood deck was warm to the touch, the balmy evening offering comfort and respite from hours underneath the cold, dark ocean. 

“So…” he quips, not one for stewing in silence. “Questions? Thoughts? Comments?” 

You fight back a smile. 

“Was there really eggs put up inside of me? Swore I felt a lot of round and hard things sloshing inside.”

“That… would be my tip.” Rafayel flicks your nose when you scoff. “On a scale of one to ten, how freaked out would you be if I said I did actually put some eggs up in your body and it had to be fertilized so the rest would start falling out of you like gelatinous goo until the only one takes?” 

You blink. “Pretty freaked out, if I’m being honest.”

“So… a nine?” 

“More like—” you lifted your hand and made a so-so motion. “—a six, at best. I’m kinda used to your bullshit by now, babe.” 

“Hey!” Rafayel tugs on the ends of your hair, making you laugh. Growing serious now, he murmurs, “So, you’re absolutely fine with being knocked up with a half-Lemurian kid?” 

“Depends,” you mumble mildly. “Am I the first one you’re doing this with?”

Barely missing a beat, he nodded. “The only one. Never had time to sleep around. Always busy running a kingdom. Blah-blah. Typical God of the Sea stuff. No biggie.”

“Aw,” you coo, “I’m so honored you waited for me.” 

You expected him to scoff or roll his eyes, not lapse into a serious quietness. Rafayel’s silence stretched on, and you perched your jaw on his shoulder.

“Hey. Penny for your thoughts?” 

“Hmm.” Rafayel tugs you closer, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his cheek. His lips are inches apart from yours, warm breath touching your parted mouth. You taste him on your tongue, invigorating yet comforting.

A well-worn sign of home. 

“Just that I would do it all over again. Wait for you, I mean. Even if it takes a long, long time.”

A few centimeters and 800 years stand between the two of you. 

But, for tonight, you breach the distance and kiss him, grateful that you had been given this cherished memory together with Rafayel.

— rbs and feedback are appreciated !!

©️ all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy, repost or translate my work across other platforms.

[monamipencil]

— (sulky) lover of mine | c.sc

genre; fluff, established relationship, gn! reader | tw; sulky cheol, mentions of sex (nothing explicit), uh .. mentions of pp? | a/n; i was struggling to name this lmao. anyways, happy birthday to @vitaminkyeom, resident seungcheol simp (add gyu and dk to it), physics hater and the tweedledee to my tweedledumb <33 i hope you like this and have a great year ahead !! just a lil present from me 🫶

“seungcheol, you really can't be upset about this.”

you bite your tongue as soon as those words leave your mouth. why? because seungcheol will show you that he can be upset about this.

what's this you ask? you left to use the restroom, without him.

normally, it'd seem childish and petty. but, you'd been away for a good three months for work. almost hundred days went by without him by your side. understandably, he had been very clingy ever since you returned back.

you hold back a chuckle and hug his sulking figure, resting your head on his broad back. when that doesn't work, you move to sit in front of him, cradling his face in your hands. a small smile cracks on his face but he still puts up his upset demeanor, turning his face away from you.

carefully watching his reactions, you lean closer. he senses you getting closer, and closes his eyes, expecting a kiss from you. when his anticipated kiss doesn't arrive, his neck snaps to look at you.

you giggle, reaching for a bottle behind him and settle back. he looks at you, offended and hurt (he's a little dramatic). a deep pout settles on his face and you see gears turning in his head.

before he could overthink and come to conclusions on his face, you crawl onto his lap, peppering kisses all over his face. “you don't love me anymore,” he mutters through his pout.

“i do love you,” you assure him, kissing his forehead before moving to his temple.

“not as much as you used to,”

“you're right.” a furrow nestles between his eyebrows, big brown eyes staring at you with actual hurt.

“i just love you more.” you kiss his lips, savoring the feeling of his plump lips against yours. seungcheol relaxes, melting into the kiss. he holds the back of your head and your waist, tilting his head to kiss you deeply.

your lips slot together perfectly, and your breaths mingle together. you pull back enough to keep your lips brushing. you watch as his eyes flutter open. a comfortable silence washes over you both, and minutes pass by just staring at each other's eyes.

“i missed you,” he whispers, lips brushing yours.

“hmm, i missed you too.”

“i'm still mad that you left to use the restroom without me.”

“it's ok. when you use it, i'll accompany you. i can hold you—hmphh.” he shushes you with a kiss that melts into him smiling against your lips. pink dusts his cheek as he thinks about what you just said.

“no thanks.” he says, blush taking over his cheeks.

“what? i was about to say that i'll hold your hand,” he doesn't stop laughing, giggles erupting from his stomach.

“what did you think, pervert?” seungcheol shakes his head, keeping it down as he continues to giggle. you watch in amusement as he hides his face and blushes.

“seungcheol?”

“yes?” accompanied by a giggle.

“you do realise we've had sex before right?”

he starts giggling even more profusely, blushing and curling up into a ball. you stare at him, confused while he shifts closer to you. he rests his head on your shoulder, an ever present smile on his face.

“i didn't know you liked me like that.” accompanied by yet another giggle. you shake your head, a smile trickling onto your face.

you poke his dimple, “i think i broke you.”

the room fills with the giggles of your boyfriend.

[marycorcaroli]

first sex with zoro or sanji?

headcanons ; 18+.

rules ; masterlist.

i had a request for "first sex with zoro" but i decided to add sanji as well, hope no one minds ! english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes.

sanji.

— the first time you have sex with sanji is like something tender and beautiful. his long fingers move over your body, sending shivers down your spine, and sanji loves it. he loves that you let him spoil you and not give anyone else the opportunity.

— he'll probably go crazy when he sees you completely naked. he'll spend several minutes looking at all your curves and admiring you.

— sanji will start with endless compliments to warm you up "you're so beautiful", "what did I do to deserve you?", "you're too beautiful for humans", "wow, you're already wet and we're just getting started, do you want my cock so bad?" i already told you he's shameless.

— will leave hickeys all over your body and afterwards, make sure to kiss each one so you don't forget his tender side.

— will lick you for hours before fucking everything out of you.

— just licking you will bring you to euphoric orgasms that make your legs shake, your brain stop functioning and your mouth can't produce anything, but sobs and pleas for more. sanji isn't rough, he wants you to feel all the pleasure possible and realize what it's really like.

— will kiss you while his fingers play with your swollen clit (he still didn't have enough he left you a total mess), his lips bite yours but at the same time he is so gentle and afraid that you won't like something.

— your comfort is important to him so don't be afraid to tell him if you're in pain or if you want him to be more gentle. sanji will do anything for you ! because he loves you to no end and he's afraid to hurt you.

— i bet he gets turned on by kissing you and can't stop.

— sanji will kiss you to hear you moaning into his mouth and sobbing. that way he will know that you like it and you are not afraid anymore.

— i don't think he'll want to hold your wrists, sanji thinks that way he'll completely limit your actions, and he likes it when you touch him ! !

— the first time he has sex, it's the missionary position! it's the best for him where he can look into your eyes and kiss your face ! ! my boy is so perfect.

— his pace is not the fastest, it's medium, it's your first time, even if he likes rough sex, pain, blindfold and restriction, he won't do those things, it's all for your comfort. sanji will be the most loving 🥺 he will start with slow thrusts so you get used to his length and don't feel pain.

— HE HAS SUCH A BIG DICK 😩 i know that for a fact ! ! sanji knows how to handle it and feeling it with his hand on your belly, god is he in heaven????

— will snuggle up to you all the time, most likely your whole neck will be in his drool for he keeps bumping his face into it.

— with your permission, will cum in you so that your cum will be fused into one ( it sounds so weird ) but if you are against it, cum on your stomach is just as good.

— aftercare ! ! will wash you in the cutest way, whispering compliments that make you red as a tomato in your ear while sanji kisses your cheeks <> bring you water, food or turn on your favorite show, watch until you fall asleep at his side, then turn off tv, hug you tight and kiss your temple, thinking about how wonderful you are and that he would do anything for you.

zoro.

— the most beautiful boy in the world ! !

— even if he looks tough, his heart is made of tenderness and love for you.

— he doesn't really need sex with you, you love and support each other, so zoro is more of a platonic relationship.

— but when it comes to sex he wants everything to be perfect. he will spend the whole day with you and show you the most beautiful places he associates with you.

— he will give you the most magnificent kisses that will show all his love for you, his hands will wrap around your whole body and press you tighter against him so that you can feel his heartbeat (it is accelerated because of you).

— he will gently undress you and keep looking at your eyes to make sure you want it.

— he is so happy : ( you trust him so much that you want to be close to him in this way. zoro will give you the most wonderful pleasure ! !

— completely undressing you, running his fingers over your body, over your scars or tattoos, leaving the wettest kisses on them.

— kisses ! ! it's important for zoro to kiss you during sex, so the intimacy between you increases.

— he will lick you till the last to make you ready for him. he has such an experienced tongue and your cunnie is so sweet, he can't hold back anymore 😩 he will bring you to squirt and then start working his fingers to see the show again.

— his pleasure is not so important to him, yours is much more important and he will do anything for it.

— he'll leave your clit swollen and kiss it in the most tender way <> and he won't mind leaving hickeys on your thighs and biting them a little. zoro is crazy about your thighs ! !

— before entering you he will say the most beautiful words of love to you "thank you for trusting me, i will do everything to make you feel great, i promise i will love you till my last breath and after that".

— like sanji, zoro's ideal position is missionary, where he can see all your emotions and can kiss your whole face.

— his pace is very smooth, he does not like sudden movements or too rough sex, he is a real romantic.

— sex with him will be long and pleasant, he is in no hurry and wants to remember this moment forever, which they will do.

— he doesn't care where to cum, he doesn't really want to make a mess, but if you ask him to, he will cum on your thighs or in you (he dreams about it).

— he will change your sheets and wash with you, telling you how good you are for him. he will bring you water or food and then fall asleep on your breasts while your fingers massage his head.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟷.𝟸𝚔 || 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Inspired by this.

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♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: James Potter x reader

You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, surrounded by the warm crackle of the fireplace and the chatter of your friends. James was perched beside you, his arm slung lazily over your shoulder, as Sirius lounged on the couch opposite, his legs draped over the side like he owned the place. Remus sat in an armchair, book in hand, though you suspected he hadn’t turned a page in the last ten minutes. Peter was munching on a pack of biscuits, his eyes darting between all of you, no doubt expecting something to happen.

“You look beautiful tonight, love,” James said softly, his voice suddenly much smoother than usual.

You smiled at him, used to his random bursts of affection. “Do I now?”

James nodded, his expression serious in a way that was both endearing and a little alarming. Then, slowly, he reached up and—oh no.

You knew that look.

With what could only be described as an exaggerated flourish, James dramatically pulled off his glasses, squinting at you in what he probably thought was a smoldering way. There was a brief, painful pause as he stared, his face twisted in concentration. And then, the inevitable happened.

"Wow," James muttered, blinking rapidly as he stared in your general direction, "you’re so… fucking blurry.”

The common room went dead silent.

Sirius choked on the word he was about to say, Remus froze with a book halfway to his face, and Peter, who had been nibbling on a biscuit, paused mid-chew, crumbs raining down his front.

You blinked at James, utterly speechless for a moment, torn between cringing and bursting out laughing.

Sirius was the first to break. "Merlin, Prongs!" He doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach. "That's… that's the best you've got?"

James, unfazed, shot a wink in Sirius’s direction before turning back to you, trying to maintain his composure. But the way his squint intensified because he couldn’t actually see you properly made it even more ridiculous.

You felt your cheeks heating up, because of course, despite the stupidity of it all, he still managed to make you blush. Damn him and his ridiculous charm. Trying to stifle your smile, you placed a hand on his cheek in a mockingly gentle, patronizing way, tilting your head at him like he was a puppy who had just done a trick.

“Well done, James,” you said in your best ‘good boy’ tone, patting his cheek softly. “Good try.”

Sirius howled even louder at that, practically falling off the arm of the chair he was perched on. Remus, on the other hand, sighed deeply and shook his head, returning to his book like this was the most predictable thing in the world.

Peter, still chewing, mumbled through a mouthful of biscuit, "How do you fall for this stuff?"

You ignored him, focusing on James, who still hadn’t moved from his squinting, glasses-less pose. “Can you even see anything right now, Jamie?” you asked, biting your lip to stop from laughing.

James squinted harder. “I can see enough.” He leaned in closer, nearly missing your face entirely, and puckered his lips like he was going for a kiss. He ended up kissing the air a good three inches away from your cheek.

“Oh, my God, James!” You couldn’t help it anymore—you burst into laughter, gently pushing his face away. “Put your glasses back on.”

“No,” he declared, still squinting. “Not until you kiss me first.”

Sirius, barely able to breathe from laughing, piped up, "I don't think she’s even in your line of sight, mate."

James, unbothered, tried to look more confident. “I’m very in tune with her presence, Padfoot. I don’t need my glasses.”

You rolled your eyes, but the grin on your face was impossible to hide. “You’ll be in tune with the floor if you don’t stop squinting like that.”

James chuckled, finally relenting as he slid his glasses back on, blinking rapidly as the world came back into focus. He looked at you properly now, a smug smirk on his lips. “There you are. Still stunning, by the way.”

Remus sighed again, this time louder, closing his book with a soft thud. “James, do you ever stop?” he asked, his tone both amused and exasperated.

“Why would I stop?” James grinned. “Look at her. She’s literally glowing.”

You snorted, elbowing him lightly. “That’s cause of the fireplace, you idiot.”

James shrugged. “Details.”

Remus groaned from his chair, dragging a hand down his face. “Why do we always have to witness this?”

“Because we’re his best mates, Moony,” Peter piped up, through a mouthful of biscuit crumbs. “It’s our curse.”

“More like our punishment,” Remus muttered under his breath.

Peter, finally finishing his biscuit, chimed in, “Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t gone blind yet, Prongs, with how often you lose your glasses.”

James made a grand gesture, placing a hand on his chest. “That’s because I have the power of love guiding me, Wormtail. Even without my glasses, I can always find her.” He turned to you again, flashing you that signature cocky grin that somehow managed to be both insufferable and endearing. “Right, love?”

You shook your head, half-smiling. “You are such an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot.”

Sirius gagged dramatically. “Merlin’s beard, stop. I think I’m going to be sick.”

Remus let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head yet again. “At least try to be subtle, James.”

James gave Remus a wounded look. “Subtlety is overrated. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He turned back to you, leaning in with that same smoldering gaze.

You couldn’t resist rolling your eyes, but your cheeks were definitely warmer than before. “You’re ridiculous, Potter.”

“And you love it.”

Sirius snorted. “More like she tolerates it.”

James gave Sirius an exaggerated wink. “Toleration is just the first step toward eternal love, Pads.”

You gave James a pat on the knee, leaning in closer with a grin. “Don’t worry. Even if you’re hopeless, you’re still my hopeless.”

James gave you a dazzling smile, the kind that always managed to make your heart skip a beat, even after all this time. “See? She gets it.”

Remus sighed, and Peter laughed, but you just shook your head, leaning into James’ side despite the absurdity of the situation.

“Next time,” you teased, “maybe try not taking off your glasses when you’re trying to be seductive, yeah?”

James grinned, undeterred. “Oh, I’ll get it right next time, love. Just you wait.”

Sirius shook his head, still chuckling. “I’ll make sure to stay far, far away when that happens.”

Remus added with a smirk, “We all will.”

As all of you settled back into your previous activities, every now and then, you’d catch James sneaking glances at you, his grin never quite leaving his face.

And you couldn’t help but feel a little flutter in your chest every time.

Even if he was hopeless.

i love james 'blind' potter so much!

[usedtobecooler]

thinking about riding steve 'big dick' harrington until you're crying )):

warnings: piv sex, praise kink, big dicks, filth.

he's got you naked and writhing on top of him as he works his cock into you, inch after inch sliding into the tight heat of your velvety walls, puffy red lips wrapped around your nipple — kissing, licking, biting. soothing you as you're practically impaled on his length.

your ankles almost meet around the base of his back, digging into the dip of his spine when you finally sit fully — he's so big. you don't think you'll ever get used to it, and this position was making every little bit of his cock known.

"god," you gasp — a small, choked off cry. you're flush, chest to chest, your arms flung around his shoulders loosely as you silently beg your body to relax. and he's everywhere, from his shaggy hair tickling your face to his big thighs plastered to your own with sweat.

“i know baby, i know,” steve’s breathy whispers sooth you as he grasps at your hip, rocking you back and forth on his cock until you’re whining, kiss swollen lips parting as you shake.

“you— you’re so deep,” you whimper, clawing at the nape of steve’s neck and pulling on the baby hairs until he’s grunting and fucking up into you from below, making the sheer stretch even more pronounced.

this position was intense. intimate. had him as deep as he could go and then some. you’re sure if you pressed down on your belly hard enough you’d feel the bulbous head poking out through your skin.

“think you can get those hips to work for me?” steve coos, trailing his nose up your chest until he's mouthing at your damp neck, kissing and nibbling the salty skin, savouring the taste of you on his tongue, “you feel like heaven, baby.”

the praise has you keening, rocking down onto him. the sound that breaks from deep in steve’s chest causes goosebumps to break out all over your flushed body — you swear you’d never heard anything like it.

you try, you really do. a gradual bounce at a slow, steady pace. you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he prods deep, deep, deep. it teeters on the edge of too much, the constant press on your front wall, enough to bring tears to your eyes but not enough to get you to stop.

“oh fuck,” you can hardly focus, steve is everywhere on you. his hands roam every bare inch of your skin, his lips latch to your throat, the swell of your tits — dragging wet and hot until the tears finally spill from your eyes from the stimulation.

he looks up at you with those stupid hazel speckled irises, all gooey and full of soft love behind the lust that hardens the edges, “you need some help? those poor legs can’t cope, huh?”

your cunt flutters at his words and he chokes on a groan, snaking a toned, tan arm around your back — it somehow drags you even closer to him as he slides you back onto his cock properly, snug once more against your frontal wall.

"you look so good like this," steve grins, rocking up into you and using the arm snaked around you as leverage to lift you along with it, "all fucked out and wrecked on my cock."

"you —i—" you can't form sentences anymore, clinging onto steve for dear life as he drives up into you, bouncing you up and down on his length, ragdolling you in the process. the sickening clap of your sweaty skin mixes with the squelch of your pussy sucking him in, almost drowning out your cries.

"want you like this all the time, fuck," steve's babbling in between grunts, kissing up along the side of your neck, bringing his lips back to your ear, suckling on your lobe until he's choking a soft moan from you, "fuuuck, you're gripping me so good."

you know you are. you can feel it too, the way your cunt reacts to every touch, every sound, every push and shove. his other hand grips onto your hip so tight it's going to bruise, using it to help guide your hips back and forth in tandem with his pistoning hips.

the blooming in your belly rolls in like tidal waves, your tear streaked eyes clenching shut as you allow the feeling to wash over you. the friction of your clit on steve's thatch of pubic hair and the way your pebbled nipples rub against his broad chest helping you get there.

"i— i'm going to—" you're trying so hard, but god it's just so fucking good. it's always been good, but never have you felt pleasure quite like this, and steve knows it too. he knows what he's doing with every thrust.

“s’okay honey, i’m right there with you,” steve pants, grappling at your sweat slick waist and burying his face into your neck, mouthing at your ear “c��mon, be a good girl and cum for me.”

you cry out, gasping and digging your nails tightly into his broad shoulders, lightheaded and dizzy with it as he whispers encouragements into your ear — you hurtle towards the edge fast, the deep heat in your lower belly bursting into flames as you release with a sharp scream.

"that's it — oh fuck, you're so tight, mmph," steve grips onto your hip for dear life, shoving you down deep and burying his face tightly into your neck to muffle his cries. you feel every hot spurt of cum paint your insides, every pulse of his cock. it feels like it goes on forever.

[ellastone-olsen]

Can you write a one shot w top reader and squirter bottom natasha. It’s okay if you can’t

Damn you’re weak - Natasha Romanoff

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Summary: it’s just porn without plot guys

Warnings: NSFW, bottom!Nat, top!reader, strap on, overstimulation, squirt, praise kink

Word count: 0.8k

AN: sorry if you're waiting a long time for your requests, I've been feeling too anxious lately

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES

"What's wrong? The big bad black widow can't handle it? Too sensitive?" Natasha whined beneath you, trying to close her legs after you brought her to orgasm twice with your tongue. The woman looked so beautiful at this moment, her whole body was shining with your pink bites, her cheeks were flushed red, hair was scattered in complete disarray on the pillows under her. The room was stuffy and smelled of sex, bed was hopelessly ruined, sheet under the redhead was wet and blanket was lying somewhere on the floor.

"Look at the mess you made, what a good girl. Does someone like you like to be fucked dumb?" You leaned down to reach her lips, your knee squeezing between her legs, encouraging her to grind you. Your hands stroked her soft breasts, moved to her sides, squeezing lightly, and then grabbed her ass, moving it closer. The redhead gasped into the crook of your neck, “Too much, too sensitive please I can’t take it.” You stroked her hair soothingly, “Hush hush you can take it and even more like the good girl that you are.”

One soft kiss on the lips before you get up to open cabinet and take out your favorite strap. The woman watches in horror as you tighten the belts around your waist and move back towards her. "Come on baby, one last time, please me." You bite and kiss her sensitive spot on her neck and Natasha feels the faux cock pressing against her. Your hands flip her onto her stomach and lift her ass high in the air, giving you a perfect view of her gaping hole and wet, plump folds.

You tease her entrance with the tip of the cock sometimes grazing her clit, watching her clench around nothing. The redhead wiggles her hips towards you and you laugh. “What is it, you’re not so sure anymore?” You spit on your hand, spread saliva on the strap instead of lube. “Please, please, Y/N fuck me dumb I ne...” She doesn’t formulate phrase when you push the thick tip into her, causing Natasha’s mouth to open in a silent scream. The woman’s hands clutch the sheets as if they’re about to tear it when you start pounding on her. “Oh Fuck Y/N God!” She screams, her soft wet walls clenching tighter around you as your hand tangles in her hair and turns her head to the side, pinning her to the pillows. Your hips hit her ass with loud sounds every time.

"That's it Natty, such a good girl for me. If you could see how well you take my cock, God." The hand goes down on her ass, spanking it several times until it turns red. Moans and small sobs come out of Natasha’s mouth and you stroke the reddened skin soothingly. "Come on, you should look at this."

You pull out of her to lie on the soft bed on your back and use your hands to guide Natasha to sit on you. You help her lower herself onto your dick until she takes it all to the base, touching your belly with her thighs.

Her eyes are closed and she breathes deeply, her hands grabbing your shoulders. “Natty open your eyes and see how your cunt was made for my strap.” She lowers her head and her red hair falls into face. "Ride me and don't you dare look away."

Her hips begin to move and you help her by grabbing her waist to guide her. Natasha watches how your cock disappears inside her with every movement, how the moisture flows down to the base and onto your stomach. “Y/N I can’t...I need to cum.” Of course, after Natasha was such an obedient sweet little thing, you give her what she wants, starting to trace circles on her clit with your thumb and rocking your hips, thrusting into her harder. “Oh fuck Y/N fuck fuck fuck.” Her nails dig into your shoulders leaving red marks as her hips shake for the last time as they sunk onto your cock and a hot wave of orgasm covers her that Natasha sees stars. The redhead doesn’t notice how much moisture there is between your bodies, while she squirts all over the strap, falling on you from the new sensations. Her screams of pleasure sunk into the crook of your neck as you stroke her hair, fucking her through her orgasm.

You smile at the state you brought the woman to and no hurry to separate your bodies, allowing Natasha to be on you as long as she needs. “Oh shit baby, I’m sorry.” Natasha notices what a mess she made. “I’ve never...this has never happened before..I.” You take her face in your hands and kiss her softly, rubbing her cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. “Hush my love, everything is fine, you did so good baby.”

[darkroomkisses]

Uh, can I request a dark!ethan with quinn's scene in the bathroom but instead of her being the reader, where gf!ethan is waiting for her to fuck her w non-con. Thank you!

hope it is understood, English is not my first language

Rejected (Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader)

A/N: Oh spicy! Yes, pretty sure I understand you! I hope this is to your liking, I changed some stuff from the scene in the movie. Danny doesn't see ghostface in the room. Went a little darker toward the end (oops) Thanks Anon <3

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: After rejecting Dark!Ethan when he asks you on a date, he's angry enough to kill. So he does just that, he kills your hookup and fucks you after. READ TAGS!

Warnings: NON-CON,SMUT, Dark!Ethan Landry, Ghostface Ethan Landry, fem!reader, Murder, Choking, Unconscious reader, Dacryphilia, Possessive!Ethan, Jealous!Ethan, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, marking, biting, Face Slapping, slight slut-shaming. Don't read if uncomfortable with dark themes, other than that ENJOY!! 🥀

Banner by @straywords 🥀

Ethan has been obsessed with you from the moment he met you. Whenever he would come over to the apartment you shared with Sam and Tara, he would watch you so intensely, some of the times you noticed but it didn’t bother you too much, but it made you a little uneasy.

His eyes were so dark and fierce you felt like your skin might set ablaze. His eyes never leave you when you all hang out. All that ran through his mind was wrapping his hands around your neck watching you shiver under him as he forced himself in you. He wanted to look into your fearful eyes and see sweet tears running down your pretty face. 

About a month ago, Ethan mustered up the courage to ask you on a date, you giggled at his shy attempt to ask you out and rubbed his face, telling him you only see him as a friend. Those words haven’t left his mind since only playing on repeat as he laid in bed every night.  

It was late in the evening, The house lively with the gang spending time together in the kitchen, completely distracted from what was going down in the other room.

That was perfect for Ethan, he was preparing for his attack, hiding away in your closet. He was ready to kill the loser who just fucked you in two pumps leaving you disappointed and needy for more. Ethan was seething with rage because what the fuck did this fucker have that he didn’t? The fucker didn’t even make you cum. His cock half hard thinking about what he wanted to do to you. The fucker went into the bathroom leaving you alone in the bedroom. You slipped your nightgown back on and pulled out your phone, turning to the side. Ethan couldn’t wait anymore.

“Babe, you coming to join me?” The guy yelled from the bathroom; you met him earlier that night at a frat party, he was cute, and you were drunk. You put your phone down for a second to respond “No and don’t use my face wash it’s pH-balance for women” you yell, “yeah whatever you say” he yells back. You go back to your phone, giggling at the video you were watching. Unaware of the dark figure looming over you, after a few seconds of Ethan running his eyes over your figure, his fingers twitching desperately wanting to touch you. He slipped out of your room to kill that loser in the bathroom.

Ethan finished the job, he sighed out, fuck it felt good to kill that alpha fucker who was a two-pump chump. But what he had planned next would feel even better. Ethan slipped back into your bedroom quietly to not disturb you. You hadn't moved from your position. Ethan leaned over you in a quick motion, hand over your mouth, all his bodyweight pinning you to the bed the blade was at your neck, the slightest pressure pushing into you.

Your eyes widen, you gear up to scream as you meet the big dark eyes of Ghostface. You started to cry, Ghostface just stared down at you, his hand tight on your face. You screamed against his hand, your body shaking with fear, you were going to be killed. Ghostface shook his blade in your face, shutting you up instantly.

Ethan smiled under the mask; happy his plan was playing out perfectly. His cock was hard and leaking already. You looked even more perfect than he pictured late at night when had his hand wrapped around his hard cock, getting off to the thought of you. Your eyes were puffy and red, your tears couldn’t stop falling. Ethan took his blade and ran it down your short nightgown, tearing it in half and exposing your bare body to him, your breathing started to speed up at the realization of what was about to happen.

You heard a quiet moan from Ghostface, your blood running cold. “Scream and I'll kill all your fucking friends in the kitchen” Ethan said in the Ghostface voice making you shiver. You couldn’t let your friends die because of you. You shook your head quickly. Ethan took his hand from your mouth to squeeze one of your boobs he leaned his head down to your neck, rutting against your core, it took everything in you to not throw up at the feel of his hands exploring your body and the heavy breathing in your ear made your stomach turn.

Once Ethan got his feel, his free hand moved down to your wet pussy, his gloved hand stroking all over. Ethan was surprised how wet you were, and it was all for him. Ethan hovered over you to get a better look at your wet core. Ethan let go of the knife to remove his gloves. He had to feel you properly against his skin. He returned his hand rubbing your clit, you let out a soft hum, Ethan snapped his head up to see your face. It was exquisite, your face twisted like you were trying to hold back your pleasure.

That twisted his desire to get you to make more pretty noises for him. He wanted to hear you cry out, with that he pushed his fingers deep into you, hard and fast. You let out a broken moan, whimpering for him to stop. “p..please stop, please” you pant, with your lips quivering. Ethan let out a half laugh. “Why would I stop when you feel so good?” he said rutting faster and making circles on your clit with his thumb, determined to make you cum...hard. “Fuck you feel so good y/n” Ethan moaned your name lewdly. Your eyes widen, your thoughts running a mile a minute now, trying to think who the fuck this was. You didn't have much time to think, your fear and arousal ramping up to another level, your orgasm threating to crash down on you.

Your legs start to shake, your back arches against him your chest raising, and he takes his other hand and grabs your boob squeezing so tight, he pinches your nipple, rolling it with his fingers. He wanted to bring your tit into his mouth and suck hard on your hard nipple.

You clenched down hard on his fingers, he’s breathing deep into your ear, encouraging you on. “Good girl, cum on my fucking fingers” Ethan growled into your ear. You came down from your high, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Between the crying and the orgasm that had you shaking uncontrollably you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Your head whipped to the side, your cheek stinging. “Wake up, we are not done yet” Ethan growls. His cock was painfully hard now, he needed to be inside you. Your eyes fluttered, Ethan grabbed your neck tightly he whimpered softly, fuck he wanted to do that all night. Ethan releases his hard cock with his free hand.

Your panic hits you like lighting you tried to squirm out of his grip but that only made Ethan more excited. He lines his cock up with your slit, Ethan rubs his cock up and down on your wetness. In one quick thrust, Ethan forces himself in you, he lets out a low moan, steadying himself, he felt like he was going to burst inside you. Ethan almost couldn’t contain himself and thrust hard a few times, this is the first time Ethan felt pussy this good, the only time, actually.

His hands choked you hard with each rock of his hips. “Fuck, you know how long I wanted to stick my cock deep Inside you?” Your head feels light, and you are barely able to register what he’s saying to you.

You reach up to tear his hands away, but you couldn’t find the strength. “Your pussy is fucking mine, only for me” Ethan pants as he drags his cock against your hot walls. “You’re so tight, I feel like I'm tearing you apart.” You could hear the smile in his voice, each word dripping with lust.

“I c-can’t-” you choke out before you feel yourself fading into unconsciousness. Ethan didn’t let go of your neck for a few seconds, watching you fall limp under him. Ethan pulled his mask off throwing it to the ground. Sweat beating down his face, his hair a wild mess. He stops his movement for a second hiking your knees to your chest so he can fuck deeper into your slick hole.

The only sounds that filled the room were Ethan’s desperate moans and groans and the wet sounds of him fucking sloppily into you. He kissed your lips roughly, moaning into your mouth. “You’re mine, you’re mine, all for me” Ethan chanted darkly. He moved his lips to your neck sucking and kissing the marks he left on you. He was so close; he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Ethan roughly grabbed your hips, making your back arch. He was gripping so tightly he definitely left marks. “Fuck baby, take my cum you little slut” Ethan pumped in you harshly one last time letting out a deep moan as he spilled inside you. Ethan slowly pulled out of you, watching your slit dip his cum.

Ethan kissed your lips softly, roaming his hands all over your soft limp body one more time. Finally, he sits up, tucking you under the covers. Ethan kisses your forehead and puts his mask back on before fleeing the room. You were out cold, breathing softly and completely unaware that your shy friend Ethan had attacked you and you never will know. 

[yuujispinkhair]

Gamer boyfie Kuna headcanons

These headcanons are inspired by @windlullaby-arts super sexy fanart of gamer boyfie Kuna. You said you would like someone to write about him, so I did it ;) I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for blessing us with that sexy art!!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, dirty talk, creampie, oral, cum-eating, possessive Sukuna, implied possibility of getting overheard during sex. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks so cool and so sexy, sitting there dressed all in black with his cute cat-ear headset, eyes focused on the game he is playing. But when you walk into the room, he always has time to wink at you and make a kissy face.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who is so proud when his teammates hear you through his mic and ask if that is his girl.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who loves to show you off when he asks you to join him and his boys for a game. But who gets possessive when they talk too much to you and try to hit on you in the chat. "Back off, I know she is perfect, but she is mine. You wouldn't stand a chance against me anyways."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smirks so smugly when you walk over to him and press a kiss onto his cheek afterward, whispering in his ear that he is your only, while he starts the next round with his online friends, who complain that they already miss you.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who grins when you crawl under his desk and unbuckle his belt and open the zipper of his skinny black jeans. Who bites his lip when his thick cock slaps against your face before you take his gorgeous dark-pink tip in your mouth and suckle so sweetly on it.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tries his best to play a good game, even while you blow him under his desk. But in the end, he can't hold back and just fucks your mouth. One large hand lands in your hair, tugging on it, and his hips buck while he moans, "Fuck yeah, princess, that was worth losing that round."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who, under normal circumstances, plays to win and, in most cases, does win because he is good at everything he does. But on the rare occasions when he loses a game (without you being the cause), he will throw a fit. Flaming everyone, getting banned, throwing his mouse against the wall, and then complaining when it doesn't work anymore.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who isn't scary in those situations, though, but rather ridiculous because he becomes so dramatic. And you know he would never shout at you or hurt you. To you, he is always the sweetest devil, purring like a kitten when you coo at him and scratch his undercut, and run your fingers through his slightly sweaty pink hair. "Aww baby, did you lose a game?"

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who sighs and pulls you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and telling you something about how those other guys clearly used cheats! Because it cannot be that a gaming God like Sukuna loses!

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who needs lots of kisses to get over the defeat. Strong, tattoed arms wrap tightly around you, keeping you on his lap while he licks into your mouth with his pierced tongue until your head spins.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who whispers hoarsely in your ear, telling you to stay on his lap while he starts a new game. It feels so good to snuggle against him, feeling his firm muscles under his shirt and his toned arms encircling you.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who gets hard when he has you so cutely on his lap in your little skirt, feeling your warm pussy press against him through your thin panties and his jeans.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who slips a hand into your panties while waiting for the game to load, playing with your pussy until he has you whimpering and squirming on his lap.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smirks and pulls your panties to the side, murmuring to you softly, "Keep me sweet company, princess. Wanna feel your pretty pussy on my cock, keeping me nice and warm while I own all those losers."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tells you your pussy is his good luck charm. "See, I can play even better when you sit on my cock, my sweet thing."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who makes you whine because it feels so good to cockwarm him while he plays round after round, your pussy stuffed with his thick cock, feeling so full and so loved when you snuggle against him and just feel him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks at you with a passionate fire in his eyes when he is finished playing, and his large hands land on your thighs, kneading them while he rolls his hips upwards to push his thick cock deeper into your wet heat.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tells you in that sexy low voice to ride him right here on his gaming chair. "Let's celebrate my success with a victory fuck. Thank you for being my lucky charm, baby."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks so sexy when he lets his head fall back against the headrest of his gaming chair, his cat-ear headset askew, eyes closed in pleasure, and lips opening in soft groans, while you ride him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smiles when you get up from his lap afterward, with wobbly legs and his warm cum running down your thighs. He doesn't let you get far but stops you with his strong hands, making you sit on his desk, pushing your thighs apart so he can lick your pussy clean, driving you crazy with his tongue piercing against your clit.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who also loves to play games with you, basking in the quality time you spend together. He is always very biased towards you and lets you get away with everything, letting you win and get the loot. No matter how ambitious he is, when it comes to you, he is fine with losing.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who thinks it's incredibly cute when you take his place and sit on his gaming chair wearing his cat-ear headset, playing the games you enjoy.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who spends hours playing on your account to unlock a special achievement for you so you get the mount you want so bad. Who grins broadly at you when he calls out to you, "Hey, princess, come here and look what I got for you!"

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who laughs softly when you squeal and throw your arms around him. "Oh my God, Kuna!! Thank you so much, baby! But this must have taken hours!" And Sukuna just smirks that irrrestible, sexy smirk and tells you in that velvety voice, "You know I would do anything for you, princess."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who always makes sure to log off after a while and spend some time with his girl because, after all, you are his favorite toy, and playing with your pretty pussy gives him more satisfaction than any game could.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who hopefully turned his mic off before he fucks you hard on his bed, or everyone will hear your cute moans, letting them know how good he fucks you and that you only belong to him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who doesn't just take a break from gaming to fuck you but also to take you on cute dates, or cook with you, or just lie on the couch with you, his big body curled around you, hugging you from behind, cuddling and kissing you while you watch your favorite shows together.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, whose top priority will always be you. His princess, his love, his player 2.

HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES 😭😭😭 Thank you so much for reading! Seeing that gorgeous fanart drove me crazy!! I went into obsession mode and couldn't stop writing, and suddenly it was dark outside lol. Now I want to sit on his lap the whole time while he plays aaaaahhhhh!!!

I hope you like gamer boyfie Kuna!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[short-honey-badger]

Doll

Pairings: Shanks x Female Reader

Summary: Shanks meets an escaped slave from Marie Geois and swears to teach her how to live.

Notes* hey lovelies. As you can see from the oneshots, I'm finally back in action. I hope you enjoy the start of my new series that I'm planning to help me really get going. Expect some protective Shanks and some darker elements. Haki!user Reader, btw. Pretty fast pace just cause that how I enjoy writing him lol. I've really missed writing for him and sharing works with you wonderful people. Anyway, enjoy! ❤️

Doll Masterlist

There aren't many things that could surprise Shanks on the Grand Line anymore, but the woman that sat at the bar could definitely be considered a good one. He didn't recognize her, but he could tell that she was in a league above the other patrons that sat around the bar. She sat in the back corner, a bottle of booze sat on the table in front of her that she occasionally took a pull from. Shanks sat at the front and got the attention of the bartender.

“Who's she?” He asked and the man shrugged as he cleaned a dingy glass.

“Dunno. She blew in a couple of days ago. She pays, so I don't ask questions.”

Shanks huffed and ordered a drink for himself, “And whatever she's been drinking, too.”

Drinks in hand, Shanks stood from the bar and ambled over to the table where the woman sat. He plonked the bottle down and, head tilting to the side, “This seat taken?”

You looked up, blinking rapidly as if coming out of a daze and gave the redhead a smile once you focused on the ale he'd sat beside your empty one. “Is now.”

Shanks grinned and plonked down in the chair opposite you and leaned back and eyed you from under his bangs, “You from about here?”

The woman shakes her head, a mysterious little smirk painting her lips, “Nope. And I can tell that you aren’t either.”

She tilts her head, eyes narrowing in thought before her eyes brighten like a bulb has gone off, “You’re Shanks, right?”

The emperor huffs and gestures to himself, “You caught me.”

He doesn’t expect the woman to go quiet, an almost contemplative look about her as she shifts in her chair. He can’t help but lean in, curious despite himself.

“Maybe you could help me out then?” You murmur and flick your eyes up to meet his own. Shanks is surprised to see the desperation lingering there, hidden behind the self-assurdness that you seem to wear like a second skin. What would a girl like you need help with?

“Alright, I’ll bite. Tell me what’s going on. Don’t let my money go to waste though, doll,” he murmurs and gestures to the untouched ale that he’d brought over. You smile in thanks and take a sip, wetting your mouth as you get ready to spill. You can only hope that the emperor will accept.

With shaking hands you reach up and unbutton the top few notches of your shirt, just enough to expose your left shoulder where the brand still tugs uncomfortably at your skin. Even though you’ve had the brand for years now, you’ll never get used to the sickening way it pulls at your skin. The constant reminder that you were owned.

Shanks sucks in a sharp breath, the brand of a slave staring back at him in before he tears his eyes away and looks back at you, “How’d you escape?”

You grimace and button back up, eyes flinty, “My old master,” you hiss the word in disgust, “Sent me on an errand in Sabaody so I took my chance. That was about a month ago now. They’re stil looking for me.”

“Who got your off the archipelago?” Shanks asks and downs half his tankard of rum in one go. He’s met slaves before while visiting the string of islands, but with Silvers there, Shanks steered clear most of the time unless he happened to drift close. The though that even after all that Fisher Tiger had done, the Celestial Dragons still kidnapped and baught slaves. It disgusted the emperor to have seen that brand on a woman like you.

You shrug and bite your bottom lip. You busy your hands by playing with the ring of condensation that the bottle of ale has left behind, “Didn’t really catch their names. I stowed away the first ship I could find and I’ve been drifting ever since. I just… I can’t go back to that place Shanks. I don’t want them to find me.”

Shanks doesn’t know what makes him reach out, but he takes both your hands in his own, and wow, you were such a small thing weren’t you? He squeezes your palms and gives you a confident grin to hide the rage that threatens to erupt like an active volcano. He may have just met you, but there is a feeling in the pit of his stomach that tells him that he’d met someone special. Someone that could change his life, and he finds himself hardpressed to even think of letting you slip away from him.

“Don’t worry, doll. I won’t ever let that happen,” Shanks swears, and it’s then that a thought crosses his mind. A blush flushes his face and he peers at you, “Maybe you outta tell me your name, though. Or I could just keep calling you doll. Either works for me.”

Your laugh sends a shot of heat straight to his stomach, and your smile could light up the sky, “My name is _, but you can keep calling me Doll if you’d like.”

Shanks meets your grin with one of his own and then stands, carefully pulling you up with him, “Well, doll. How about you come meet my crew?”

Shanks stays close to you for the rest of the evening, introducing you to each one of his crewmates and pointing out what they do aboard the ship. You smile and make conversation, though some of it is stilted and awkward, like you aren’t sure how to talk to someone so casually. You loosen up after a couple more drinks, and find yourself leaning against your new captain, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you watch the crew’s antics.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you, Shanks. Do you think that you could teach me?”

Your voice is soft, breath featherlight against his skin, and Shanks thinks that he would do anything for you in that moment. Instead, he tips a bottle of rum up to his lips and takes a deep swig before he answers.

“Sure, sweetheart. What do you want to know?’

Your eyes burn with a sort of determination that the emperor doesn’t see often, and it makes anticipation well up in his chest as you lick your lips and look at him.

“Everything, Shanks. I want to know everything.”

He sets the bottle away so that he can give you his full attention. He can feel the air thicken, the winds and sea changing as he dips his head and reaches out to cup your face in his hand. He swipes his thumb along your jaw, then your chin, eyes never leaving your own.

“Then that’s what I’ll do, Doll. I’ll teach you how to live, yeah?”

[jayparked]

Congrats on 1k ahhhh!! Can you do 5 + 10 with Jay please?

warnings: boss!jay x assistant!y/n, office sex, pillow princess y/n

wc: 536

"we-we shouldn't be doing this," jay moans but doesn't stop his mouth from peppering kisses along the side of your neck, his knee rutting against your clothed core.

"i don't care. the second i saw you when i walked in for that interview i knew i wanted you."

jay groans against you, almost whimpering at your words. it's true you were hired to be his assistant and being here with him, pressed against the wall of his office late at night after everyone else has gone home is so cliche, but you don't care. having him all over you is all you've dreamed about for weeks now, and you'd be stupid to give that up just for simple office decorum.

a tap on your thigh encourages you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist while he carries you over to his desk, lips feverishly smashing, biting, and pulling against yours.

jay holds you with one hand, using the other to push everything on his desk off to the side and onto the floor. the clang of the miscellaneous items falling to the floor does nothing to interrupt the way you're both clawing at each other.

the desk is cool beneath your skin as jay lays you down, taking a moment to let his hands and eyes roam across your body. the electricity of his touch, the suaveness of his words, and the way he looks at you has your body in a state of desperation that you're never experienced before.

"wait. let me get down." you sit up and start to scoot to the edge of his desk.

"is everything okay? do you want to stop? did i do something wr-"

"i want to suck you off, jay."

"oh! oooh," he exhales with a relieved look on his face. but he stops you just before you're about to get down on your knees.

"as much as i would love that, let me take care of you. i'll do the work. you already take care of me enough during business hours. it's my turn now." jay tilts his head so that his eyes are level with yours, demanding you to hold his gaze. he says his words softly, but with confidence, his low leveled tone sending vibrations throughout your whole body. at this point, you don't care what happens. all you want, all you need, is him.

"just sit here and look pretty. wanna see how you look when you come undone under me." jay's hands trail up your thighs until they're pulling down your underwear. he doesn't even have them all the way down your legs before his fingers are gliding through your slick. "just look at you. this all for me?" his eyebrows quirk up as he raises a digit to his mouth, slowly licking his fingertips clean while maintaining eye contact with you.

"all for you," you sigh. jay doesn't waste anymore time, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he kneels down in front of you. the next few hours are spent with you both exploring one another. whispered promises fill the space between the sounds of your bodies connecting, knowing that this will be the first of many between you two.

for part of my 1k follower celebration send me a member and a number from this list and i'll write a short drabble about it ♡ masterlist

[brittscafe]

𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝑼𝒑 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

Pairing: Shunsui Kyoraku x fem! reader

Summary: During some of the rough events of TYBW, you find comfort and open up to your s/o, Shunsui Kyoraku.

A/n: Hiii! I hope y'all enjoy this fluffy little pieceee. I love writing some tooth rotting fluff for Shunsui, he's such a big teddy bear.

Content: Fluff, some crying, Shunsui being Shunsui. Bunny being used as a petname.

The captain's quarters is large, your footsteps are echoing as you pace back and forth. Shunsui is leaning back in his chair, hat tilting and creating a shadow over his face.

"Bunny," he calls out, causing you to stop pacing. You turn and face him, palms sweaty.

"Yes?" you reply back. He chuckles lightly and takes off his straw hat, setting it down on the desk. He pats his lap and you tilt your head.

"Come here," his voice echoes. You slowly walk over and gather yourself in his lap, curling up. Shunsui wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tight and close.

"What's wrong, my dear? You've been pacing all day," he expresses a hint of concern in his voice.

"I just wish that this whole thing was over," you comment, slumping your shoulders over.

"Why do you say that?" Shunsui asks, studying your face and trying to read you.

"I'm scared," you sigh out, admitting something that makes you feel so weak. Shunsui's eyes fills with interest and he squeezes your waist gently.

"Why?" he asks with a hoarse voice. You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress your tears. Shunsui's expression softens and his mouth slightly gapes open.

A tear slides down from your cheek and he raises his other hand, cupping your cheek. With his thumb, he slides it across your cheek, wiping away your tear.

Your chest burns as you start to fall apart in his arms. You can't handle it anymore, so you bury your head into his chest.

"Because...what if we don't win? What if everything we worked so hard for is just gone?" you sob gently into his chest. He shushes you with a gentle voice, rubbing your back.

Oh, how Shunsui wish he could take all your fears away. He holds you tightly, hoping that you can feel his love. You lift your head up, looking at Shunsui through teary eyes.

"Shhh, tell me how you feel, my little bunny," Shunsui whispers out, reaching and tucking your hair behind your ear with his rough fingertips.

Even though, they may be rough and calloused, they are the most comfort you've ever felt in your life. The comfort you've been longing for your entire life, only a comfort that Shunsui can offer you.

"I don't want to lose my friends or...you," you sniffle out, your voice trembling. Shunsui wears a slight frown as you nuzzle your cheek into his palm even more.

"Oh, bunny, you won't lose me. I promise," he reassures you, grabbing onto your hand and placing it onto your chest. His heart beats steadily against your palm and you nod your head.

Shunsui lowers his head and presses a soft kiss on your cheek. His beard rubs against your face and your scrunches up, a tiny giggle escaping your lips.

"Do you really mean it?" you ask, hands resting on his chest. Shunsui gazes into your eyes then gazes over the rest of your puffy face, a smile forming along his face.

"There is nothing anyone could do to ever make me not find my way back to you, bunny. Do you understand?" his words are tender and romantic. You lift your hand up, placing it on his jaw.

Your fingers run over his rough beard and then down to his exposed chest, feeling the thick hair. You crack a tiny smile and nod your head.

"Yes, I understand." Shunsui's eyes crinkle at the side and he bows his head down to yours, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. Your lips stay intertwined for a few moments before the two of you pull away, sharing a gentle smile.

You resume laying your head back on his chest, closing your eyes and relaxing in his embrace. It's warm and comforting.

All wrapped up in Shunsui's arms, you are the most precious thing to him ever. He listens to your steady breathing slowly becoming a bit heavier as you start to drift off.

"Nothing, bunny. Nothing will ever stop me from getting back home to you. I promise to stay alive for you."

[lowkeyerror]

Spend My Time On Us

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Absolute filth, Strap on, rough sex, begging to cum, etc.

Summary: Natasha considers giving up her life as an Avenger to focus on your relationship. You think she's joking, but she's dead serious

Masterlist

One of the most beautiful things about you in Natasha's eyes was how patient you were. Even when you felt needy you were never in a rush. She’d be gone for weeks at a time maybe even months but you never complained about her job. On one side of things, you didn’t have to right to complain as you were just a hookup. On the other side the first time Natasha had you she’d sworn off anyone else. The spy had you all to herself so she seldom felt like she had enough time to enjoy you.

Natasha was the impatient one. There were times when she was on mission where the only thing on her mind was you. She’d close her eyes and feel your hands climbing up her legs. Her core warmed at the thought. A whole scenery would unfold in her mind, you in between her legs with her head thrown back in ecstasy. The ever so innocent look on your face when you peered through your eyelashes.

She was always flustered when she made it back from a mission. She often sought you out to end that frustration. However it never unfolded in the way she expected. The rough sex that she had often day dreamed about, would instead turn into something hot, slow, and sensual. Natasha could not get enough of the way your hips bucked into hers, with the strap secured around you. The way that you fucked her, screamed that you loved her.

Perhaps you did, but you were patient enough to wait for Natasha to realize your feelings.

“ I can’t do this anymore,”  Natasha mumbled against your neck.

You slowly pulled back from her,” What do you mean, Nat?”

“ I mean,” her hand trails up your bare stomach, “ I can't go back to work.”

The red head slowly drops to her knees. Her hands rest on your waistband. Your face is hot with anticipation.

“ You have to.”

One look from her kills the argument you tried to create. She tugs your pants down, “ No, I don't. I can give it all up.  Every part of it. The only thing I can't quit is you. Y/n, you don't know what you do to me."

Natasha dips her head to taste you but your hand rest on her chin tilting it up to meet your gaze, “Tell me… what I do to you.”

From her position Natasha edges you towards the bed. You fall slightly with your back hitting the mattress. She takes that time to climb up you so that she’s hovering over you. The spy grinds herself down on your abdomen and you can feel her dampness on your stomach.

“ You make me want to give all this shit up and spend my time on us.”

The scrunch of your eyebrows posses a question that your lips can’t contain, “ Us?”

Natasha’s eyes meet yours, “ I need more of you, Y/n. I crave it. I can’t stand being away from you.”

Her head dips down and she peppers hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Your breathing staggers slightly, “ You crave me or the way I fuck you?”

The dark haired woman chuckles into your ear, “ Both.”

Your hands find the dips of her hips and you squeeze lightly. Your touch feels like ice on her hot skin, she shivers. “ Natty, baby, I don't need the seductive spy to tell me she craves me. I need the woman that lets me make love to her every time she tries to fuck me to tell me. The woman that comes in hot and let's me calm her enough to take her slow. I need the woman who wants me to hold her after she cums all over my cock to tell me that she wants me for more than just my body.”

You can feel Natasha pulsing on your body. The words you say make the woman shake with want and pleasure. “ Y/n, please.”

A smirk takes over your features, “ You want to give it all up for me?”

Your hands slowly slide from her hips to rest on her ass.

She bites her lip,” Mhm"

You sit up abruptly, keeping the woman close to you. Your lips are centimeters apart, “ You need me to fuck you Natasha?”

She tries to grind down you like she did before, but your grip on her tightens and she stops with a whimper,” Hard and fast, please.”

Natasha had practically been begging you for that from the start, yet you never gave it to her that way. You thought she could get sex like that from anyone so you did something different. However now with her whining in your lap, you know that she only wants you. It’s only fair to see if she can handle what she’s been asking for.

You slam your lips against her. The pace was startling to the red head, but she quickly adjusted. One of your hands was firmly gripping the base of her neck keeping her in place as your tongue worked against hers. Natasha could feel herself running out of breath, but she didn’t dare break the kiss.

Instead she let her hands climb up your abdomen until they each had a full hand of your breast. She squeezes with just enough for to make an airy gasp escape from your lips. She takes that as her opening, she tugs at your sports bra. You break the kiss to pull it over your head. Her shirt comes off just as easy.

This time it’s her back hitting the mattress as you suck your way down her body. Your teeth occasionally graze her skin, which only works to elevate her breathing. Natasha tried to prop herself over to see as you came face to face with her wet cunt. You pushed her back down and spread her legs far apart.

For a second you just licked your lips at the sight. You reveled in the way woman shifted uncomfortably ever few seconds. Before she could protest you were pulling her panties to the side, burying your face into her pussy.

Your usual slow pace was abandoned as your tongue traveled through her folds. You ate her as though you had been starved for days. Your mouth latched around her cunt sucking as if it would cure dehydration. The sounds she was making only spurred you on. Her thighs were slowly encroaching around your head. You gave one of her thighs a harsh smack before forcing her open again.

You assume Natasha enjoys this as her thighs again try to squeeze your head. It takes everything in you, but you remove your mouth from her pussy. Her juices coat your chin. The look you give her is dark, there’s a small debate going on in your head.

“Turn over.”

Natasha wants to question you, but she thinks better of it. Instead, just like the tease she is, she turns around slowly sticking her ass in the air. Her face was pushed into the bed, and she was giving you a perfect view of the meal you had been eating.

Purely for effect you push her legs farther apart. Once again you stare her building up anticipation. Natasha doesn’t know what’s going to happen next. All that she knew was that she was aching for you to do anything.

“You don’t listen Natty. I think I made it pretty clear that I wanted those legs open. Yet your thighs kept trying to suffocate me.”

“I’m sorry.”

You laugh darkly and it excites Natasha. Maybe she was right to be excited as your hand firmly smacks her ass. She cries at the contact, then lets out a laugh of her own. You smack her a few more times on the ass before laying a particularly hard slap on her cunt. This causes the spy’s whole body to jerk.

Your eyes dilate with power, “You know why I never fucked you like this before?”

While you speak, you cautiously walk over to the drawer and grab the items that you’re looking for. Natasha sniffles and shakes her head. Her red ass is already begging for mercy, but you let her hand slam down on it anyway.

“I didn’t hear you?”

“I don’t know,” her voice is hoarse, and it turns you on.

“Because I didn’t think you could handle it,” you spin the girl, so she is face to face with the large silicone penis hanging from your hips.

“I can handle it.”

You hand finds its way in her deep red hair, and you pull roughly, “Then I guess you can handle a good face fucking right?”

Natasha nods, looking up at you through her eyelashes. She keeps eye contact as she takes the large appendage in her mouth. Her head bobs eagerly up and down. The tight hold you have on her hair guides her loosely. Once she goes down to the base, is when you start really fucking her face. You hold her head in place as she starts to gag. She pushes back, but you don’t let her fully back off. You pull her hair as to force her head back and forth on the cock. The drool that coats her chin makes you begin to sweat.

Her bobbing doesn’t stop even when you begin thrusting into her mouth. At this moment you wished the dick was her. The warmth you’re getting from just seeing her like this is wild. You force her mouth off the cock and slap her across the face with it a few times.

“You’re such a good cock slut baby. Take it again for me. I want to see you gag on this dick.”

Natasha’s hands find themselves on your abdomen as she takes the piece in her mouth yet again. This time making sure to keep eye contact with you as her cheeks hollow out. You throw your head back, “My god Natasha.”

Her tongue swirls around the tip as she sucks the head. The pop that comes with her letting the dick free from her mouth echoes in the room.

You’re quick to get Natasha to her feet and push her against a wall. Her ass is pressed flushed against the cock. She moans pushing further back into you. The work she did with her mouth was enough lube in your opinion. You shoved the dick inside of her. She screamed out and you found your hand covering her mouth.

“You wanted it rough like this right? My hand over your mouth? Maybe over your throat, fucking you as hard as I want.”

The sound of your hips pounding against hers filled the room completely. Sweat dripped over both of your bodies, but it was euphoric. You didn’t want stop fucking Natasha. You turned her around, picked her up, walking back over to the bed. You lay on the bed similar to earlier. Except this time, you were inside her as she straddled your hips.

“Ride it and don’t cum until I say so.”

The spy nods and begins rapidly bouncing on you. The pressure that happened when she fully sat on the cock was driving you to the edge. She pants but doesn’t stop riding you. You sit up slightly to capture on of her tits in your mouth causing her to moan louder.

“Bounce on me Natty, fuck. You take me so well.”

Youn start thrusting up frantically to meet Natasha’s bouncing midway. You see tears streaming down her face as she whines in pleasure. You her whispering, “Please, please, fuck, Y/n, fuck.”

“Beg me, baby. I want to hear you beg to cum.”

Her green eyes lock on yours, “Please, please, Y/n. Baby I need to cum. I wanna cum on your fat cock. Cum with me baby, please. I need it, I need you. Fuck I want you so bad, not just like this in every way baby. But I need to cum, please, please.”

“Cum for me.”

Natasha’s movements stop as she spasms on your cock. The sight has you coming undone as well. Natasha’s body slumps against yours. Your arms wrap around her holding her flush against your skin. You pull out of her, and she squirms.

Natasha laughs softly to herself. You look at her with a sly smile, “What’re you laughing about?”

“I’m thinking about how I’m telling my employers that I’m going part time because I definitely need to spend more time on us.”

“Dick game that strong, huh?”

Natasha meets your eyes, “Oh no, for sure. Dick game is definitely very strong, but also, I’ve got some strong feelings about you.”

Your hand delicately combs through her hair as you speak, “Feelings like what?”

“Love.”

It feels too normal as you say, “I have that one too.”

Natasha laughs again, “You’re extremely corny.”

“I am, but you’re the one that said I love you first.”

She places a kiss on your neck, “I guess you’re right, but said it back.”

You kiss her forehead, “I did, and I could say it for as long as you’ll have me.”

Natasha places another light kiss on your jaw, “I already told you; I want to spend all of my time on us and that includes the foreseeable future.”

She snuggles closer to you, and you feel her breathing even out. You let out a content sigh, happy with the way things unfolded. Happy that after all that waiting and all of that patience you finally were able to call her yours.

[awearywritersworld]

fushiguro toji x reader summary: toji takes his pretty wife to the art museum w/c: .5k tags/warnings: smut. unprotected sex. sex in a public bathroom. "daddy". fem!reader. 18+ a/n: bro why is he so large??? like let me breathe?? anywho, this is the product of a little too much wine. sort of a continuation to this fic masterlist

*nsfw below the cut*

he can't take it anymore.

you begged toji to take you out to the art museum, and of course he acquiesced, but the cute little dress you're wearing is absolutely killing him.

your fingers are laced through his, dragging him along as you excitedly point out different pieces you like. he's surrounded by some of the most impressive, priceless art in the world, yet his eyes don't leave you. not even for a second.

he finally breaks when you bend over to inspect the details of a painting, revealing your tiny cotton panties to his hungry eyes.

"fuck," he growls, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you toward the bathroom. "need you, baby. now."

"t-toji, slow down." you're tripping over yourself trying to keep up with his long strides, but heat pools between your legs with each step.

he rips the bathroom door open, not even bothering to lock it behind him before he's got you pinned against the tile wall, his lips on your neck.

"what if someone hears? we could get kicked out or-"

"sweetheart, you're the most beautiful thing in this whole place," he mumbles against your skin. "we wouldn't be missing anything."

that's enough to leave you hazy eyed with desire, any worry about consequences thrown out the window.

he grabs you by the waist roughly, growing more impatient with each passing second, and lifts you up onto the counter. as he pulls your legs apart, your dress rides up, and he knows there isn't a view in the world more perfect.

he pulls your panties to the side before running a calloused finger up your folds, groaning loudly when you push yourself against his hand. "you're such a needy little thing."

you just nod up at him, your chest heaving with anticipation as he fumbles with his belt and pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock. the sight of it makes your mouth water.

you whimper when he presses the tip to your entrance, your legs wrapping around his waist eagerly. he easily slides inside, his pace already unforgiving. "shit, you take me so well, baby."

his movements are rushed— desperate, even— but you don't even think about commenting on it. you know he'd have you bent over his knee the very next second.

"you're my good girl, you know that? letting me use this pretty pussy whenever i want," he grunts, his strong hands squeezing at the flesh of your hips greedily.

you bite down on his shoulder, trying to stifle your moans, but you feel so full and he grazes your cervix with every thrust and the string of filthy words in your ear is just too much-

you nearly cry out in frustration when his movement stills, not yet realizing someone had walked in on the both of you. the stranger chokes out something of an apology before pulling the door closed and toji just looks at you with a smirk.

"please daddy, don't stop," you plead with teary eyes, one hand grabbing at his bicep weakly.

he considers your words for a moment and he really does hate denying his sweet little wife, but toji is nothing if not a cruel man. "beg for it."

[ddejavvu]

Can‘t stop thinking about the usually so confident hotch getting yk kinda shy and clumsy all of a sudden, everyones just so confused as to why he‘s getting a bit quieter or redder in the face with seemingly no reason

But when in a case meeting they notice Hotch gripping the sides of his chair, biting his nails (nervous tick), making himself small in his chair and his leg shaking so much that they can feel it in through the floor

And you just standing behind him, one hand on the back of his chair not even really touching his shoulder with your fingertips and listening to whatever Garcia has to say with your full attention that they realize how Hotch has it bad BAD for you

You don't make it into the round table room until after everyone else is already seated, and unfortunately for you, that means you're out of a chair. Your typical seat is filled by Strauss, who looks less-than-pleased at your late entry, but holds her tongue.

"I'm sorry for being late, everyone," You linger behind the seat facing the screen that Garcia has prepared, your hands resting on the back of Hotch's chair, "There was an accident right in front of me, and I had to give a witness statement. Have we started yet?"

The team is used to Aaron leading conversation, but it's not necessarily weird that he doesn't, and Derek shakes his head.

"All good- uh, Y/L/N." He seems to have been going for a nickname that Strauss would not be amused with, and wisely reels himself in, "We barely got halfway through."

"I'll-" You lean down over the back of Hotch's chair, and it creaks as he shifts in it. You peer down at the case file that's open in front of him, and his eyes are glued to the word victim as you scan the details over his shoulder. He can't move them, he can't act natural, he's stiff as a board and tense in his seat.

"Oh," Your nose wrinkles at the word enucleator, "Gross. Okay, well- uh, go ahead, Garcia. I think I'm caught up."

"Okay. So victim number three was just last night, in this parking garage," She grimaces as the image on the screen, "And wow, that's nasty. But- um, Houston PD has asked for your help, and I really don't want to look at this anymore, so I'm gonna go, and- and let you take over. Do your- profiler genius thing," She stammers, gaze averted from the screen as she rushes out, emphasizing her command with a wave of her hands, "Be gone!"

Reid gets right into things by rattling off statistics on enucleators. They're fascinating, really, but not entirely helpful, and you lean down once more to inspect the case file.

"Sorry," You murmur beside Hotch's ear when your fingertips brush against his shoulder, "My seat was taken."

He doesn't answer, can't afford to open his mouth and hear his voice waver. All he does is nod, once, stiffly, and it casts an uncomfortable ache over your chest. Is he angry with you?

He could be annoyed, perhaps. That you were late in front of Strauss. But he's never been afraid to chew out an agent in front of an audience if it's what they truly deserve, and if he had a problem with your tardiness you're sure he would let it be known.

"Are you okay?" You ask him in that same low murmur, one that sends shivers down his spine to a place he can't think about with you hovering above him. He nods, vigorously so, and his tie moves with the gesture. You decide that he's just uncharacteristically nervous about Strauss's presence, perhaps she's threatening once more to demote him or fire him altogether.

You reach down to place your hands on his shoulders in what's supposed to be a supportive gesture. You squeeze gently at them, feeling his muscles impossibly tense, and the room falls silent as Reid's ramble ends.

"Okay, so these victims aren't connected," Morgan reads off of his case file, "Different genders, different races, different tax brackets, nothing in here that suggests there's a common thread. Opportunity, then?"

"It looks like it." JJ agrees, "I mean, a parking lot at night? That's high-risk. I'm willing to bet this guy just stumbled upon his first chance and took it, then couldn't stop."

There's a quiet round of agreement, some 'yeah's and a thoughtful nods, and the room falls silent. This is Hotch's moment, his time to share his conclusions, his thoughts, his doubts, his orders,, but he can't bring himself to do any of that. Not when your thumbs are gently rubbing out the kinks in his muscles, hidden from view like a comfort you're sharing with him in secret. He can't bring his mind to generate any adequate responses, so he pretends to busy himself with the file in front of him to avoid the probing gazes of his coworkers.

They're smirking. They know what's going on, they see the pink tinge on Hotch's face, they hear his foot tapping the floor beneath the table, they know he's fumbling for words like a lovesick teen.

Strauss is not as amused.

"Agent Hotchner, might I remind you that you're the chief of this team? They are awaiting your instruction."

You press your hands harder into his shoulders, thumbs digging further into his tense muscles to soothe him through his nerves. He feels your hands hold him tighter, feels that staticky feeling threaten to envelop the last part of his brain that had remained clear, and speaks before it can overtake him.

"Wheels up in thirty." He snaps, voice forcibly firm, "Dismissed."

Strauss seems rather displeased with his mediocre orders, but she doesn't say it. She lets Dave herd her out the door with the promise of freshly brewed coffee in the kitchen, and Aaron pointedly ignores the thumbs-up that the older man shoots behind his back as he leads her away.

"She's gone," You breathe, patting Hotch's shoulders as you release your grip on him, "God, she's scary."

"Derek," Emily calls sweetly, "Can you come with me to my desk? I had a newspaper clipping I wanted to show you."

Your nose wrinkles, newspaper clipping? Emily doesn't read the newspaper.

"I'd like to see it too," Reid rushes to follow them, "Uh- JJ, come on, Garcia said she wanted to see you before we took off. She wanted to give you that- uh, thing."

"That thing!" JJ repeats, grinning madly at you as she tails Reid out of the door, "See you on the jet!"

"That thing," You echo in a scoff, "Hotch, did you ever follow through with that drug test on Garcia? I think they might both be on it. Whatever it is."

Hotch manages a weak chuckle, and it brings a frown back to your face.

"Hotch, come on." You plead, "Are you really worried about Strauss?"

No. He's not. He always is, a little bit, but that's not what has his attention. He can't shake the feeling of your hands on his shoulders, rubbing out the knots in his muscles and pressing flush to his form. He wants to feel your hands over him again, in the same places and in others, but there's a bozo running around Texas removing people's eyes, and he can't afford to focus on that now.

"She's got nothing on you," You take his silence for an answer, smiling sympathetically at him, "Come on, Hotch, just forget about her, and lead like you normally would. That's enough to impress her, I guarantee it. You can do this, Hotch."

Looking at your earnest smile, standing only feet away from you when you reach out to grab hold of his hand and squeeze sympathetically, Aaron is certain of only one thing: He cannot do this.