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mandos-mind-trick · 1 year ago

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Warm Me Up

Summary: A freak storm has you and Hunter seeking shelter in a cave. The desperation to get warm has some hidden feelings coming to light.

Pairing: Hunter x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, confession of feelings, snow storms, almost freezing to death (not really but close), hypothermia, survival skills, cuddling for warmth, fucking to survive, cock warming (literally and figuratively), post Order 66, bit of an AU

A/N: I am once again bringing you Hunter and reader fucking to survive only under different circumstances. I have been in a Hunter mood lately so you are welcome.

Thank you @starrylothcat for the idea for this one.

MASTERLIST

It’s cold.

The wind whips around you, finding every crack and crevice in your armor, numbing your skin. The storm had blown in out of nowhere, whipping big, wet snowflakes at you on a wind so strong it was hard to stand up straight. It’s a near whiteout, and even Hunter is struggling to break trail in front of you.

He stops, turning to look at you a couple feet behind him, half to make sure you’re still following him. “There’s a cave up ahead.” He says, voice barely audible over the wind through the comms.

Your fingers are going numb. You’d lost feeling in your feet not long after the storm started, already having been trekking through ankle deep snow. “Lead the way, Sarge.” You mumble, trying to convince your legs to start moving again.

It’s slow moving for the few hundred yards until you see the mountainside jutting out in the blizzard. As you get closer, you can see the dark opening of the mouth of the cave like a monster waiting to devour you. You hope that’s not the case, but you suppose a monster’s mouth would be warmer than out here.

You follow Hunter inside, the torch in his hand illuminating the small cavern. It’s not very wide, your shoulders would probably touch the walls if you stood side by side, but it’s deep enough to keep you from the howling wind outside.

You’re shivering, teeth chattering as you stand in the dark cave. The storm was blocking your comms, preventing you from reaching the Marauder. This was supposed to be a quick mission, which was why you and Hunter had gone alone, leaving the others with the ship. Tech had assured you both the weather was going to be clear for the foreseeable future.

You’re going to have words with him when you get back.

“Kriff, it’s cold.” Hunter says, scanning the back of the cave before determining it clear.

He turns back around, his torch illuminating your shivering figure. Neither of you had real cold weather gear, and Hunter’s armor was better protection against it than yours.

“How are your toes?” He asks, stepping closer.

“Numb.” You say, voice muffled by the scarf wrapped around your face.

“And your fingers?” He asks.

You lift your hands, fingers fumbling in an attempt to get your gloves off. He shines the torch on your exposed extremities as soon as they hit the floor, a curse crackling through his helmet. Your fingers are discolored and stiff, trembling as more shivers wrack your body.

“We need to get warm.” He says, pulling you back towards the back of the cave. “We won’t last the night at this rate.”

“H-How do we do that?” You stutter out between your chattering teeth. You were both ill prepared for this situation.

“Take your clothes off.”

You’re glad the cave is dark as the words leave Hunter’s mouth, the torch pointing at the wall as he removes his pack. You’re worried you may start steaming in embarrassment from the direct order.

You’ve been harboring a crush on him for a while. It started during one of your first missions with them. Of course, you thought he was handsome when you first met him, but you didn’t start developing feelings until he saved your life. You were relatively new to combat, though fighting wasn’t anything new, and you had failed to see the explosive at your feet. Hunter had pulled you out of the way and shielded you with his body.

He’d had his helmet on, but you couldn’t forget the way his hand felt on your arm, the way he looked hovering over you. You thought about it a lot. You still do.

You had fallen in love with him after the war ended, and he had willingly gone toe-to-toe with Tarkin to keep you on the squad. Tarkin had wanted to reassign you, but Hunter had insisted you were part of Clone Force 99 and they wouldn’t be as efficient without you.

You hadn’t dared act on it, though. He was technically your superior and you were not about to try pushing those boundaries. Plus, he’d never shown any interest in you in that way, and the last thing you wanted was to do was make things awkward.

You also just haven’t had time.

Between the Empire and deserting and being on the run and adjusting to having a literal child on board, you had little downtime for much else. You know Hunter’s stressed and has been feeling the effects of trying to keep everyone alive and deciding what to do next.

The last thing you want to do is throw your feelings on him too.

And now here he is, asking you to get naked in a cave with him.

“What?” You stutter out, looking up at him, his face barely visible. He’s removed his helmet.

“Our clothes are wet. We can’t get warm wearing wet clothes. We’ll risk hypothermia, or worse.” He explains, his helmet hitting the ground with a thud. “Seeing as how we don’t know how long this storm will last and if we’ll be able to reach the Marauder by comm when it does end, getting warm is our priority.”

His voice is so steady, so strong, reflecting every bit of the leader he is.

This is moving much faster than you had expected. You’d thought maybe a nice dinner, or a walk on the beach, at least something before your clothes started coming off. Of course, survival was different. You would like to keep your toes if possible.

Your numb fingers fumble to get your pack off as Hunter turns his back, digging through his pack. You’re glad for the darkness and the privacy as you tug at your own armor, fingers fumbling with clasps and straps as you slowly drop pieces onto the ground.

You pause as Hunter turns slightly, putting something on the floor. The cave lights with a soft yellow glow of a heat lamp, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth. So you weren’t going to freeze completely. The walls of the cave glitter with frost, your breath visible in the air as you continue to strip out of your armor.

You hesitate once your armor is off, staring at Hunter’s back. He’s making slow work of his armor, setting each piece in a pile next to his pack. You’ve watched them carefully stack their armor over and over. They always show it such reverence, though you suppose if it is your lifeline and one of your few belongings, you would treat it as such too. They always stack it in a way that would be quickest to get it back on and you can’t help but wonder if they practiced it. How fast can they get in and out of their armor if the need arose?

You bend over your pack, fumbling through its contents before your fingers hit what you’re looking for. One of the spare GAR blankets that came in each survival kit the squad carried. Working separate from larger battalions meant you had to carry more supplies with you for situations like this one.

You could cry as you pull the scratchy blanket from your pack.

You would cry, except that it feels like all liquid is frozen in your body.

You hesitate, eyeing Hunter’s back before you begin peeling your wet blacks off, goosebumps forming on your skin as it's exposed to the cold air in the cave. You fight off a shiver, shuffling closer to the heat lamp as you peel the rest off. You quickly wrap the blanket around your body, squatting down in front of the heat lamp. You can already feel the warmth from them on your exposed skin, toes starting to tingle.

Your eyes move to Hunter, his back still turned to you. You swallow thickly as he tugs the top of his blacks over his head, revealing his back. Your eyes trail the tattoo on the right side until it disappears under his blacks. You’ve seen them all in various states of undress before. It was impossible in a confined space like the barracks or the Marauder.

There had never been any insinuation, no lingering stares when you’d done a quick change. They were always so respectful, always so kind.

You felt bad for ogling them sometimes.

You quickly tuck your face in the blanket as Hunter tugs his pants down, praying you don’t start steaming. You want to look, you so badly want to look, but the last thing you need is to get caught being a creep.

Hunter moves closer to you, spreading something on the ground behind you. You nearly jump as his hand touches your back, warm through the blanket against your cold skin. He’s squatting next to you, very close to you as you peek out from your blanket.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, those stupid big, brown eyes shining in the low light from the heat lamp.

You stare at him for a moment before you nod. He pulls the blanket from the death grip you have around it, eyes never leaving yours as he opens it up, slipping his arms inside. His bare skin meets yours, turning you until your back is to his chest. He maneuvers you so easily so you’re laying on the blanket he had spread on the ground, curling his body around yours before draping your blanket across you both.

He sighs as he settles into place, his hand trailing down your arm. His hand is calloused from years of hard training, rough against your frigid skin. “Kriff, you’re freezing.” He murmurs, pulling you tighter against his chest.

Your breath hitches as his skin meets yours, cold but not nearly as frozen as yours. You can feel every ridge of muscle, every line, every divot of his body. You can feel all of him. You try not to think about it, try not to picture every fantasy you’ve had, every daydream of being in this very position with him.

Instead you focus on your shivering, the chill slowly abating as your shared warmth cumulates under the blanket. You can feel the heat lamp on your face, slowly thawing your frozen cheeks. You can also feel Hunter’s breath fanning over the top of your head.

You let your eyes drift closed, trying to avoid the thoughts racing through your head. You’re naked. Hunter’s naked. You’re very, very close. You’ve imagined this moment many, many times. Of course, it’s always under different circumstances. Normally in your fantasies, he’d hold you like this after you fucked, or on those short trips between missions when you try to get as much rest as possible. In the deeper fantasies you wake in his arms in your quiet home, the early morning light shining through the window. You’d grind against him, teasing him until he slipped inside you, making sweet love to you as you have all the time in the world, and no cares whatsoever.

Heat begins to bloom in your belly. You know it’s not just from the warmth beginning to return to you. You desperately fight it, trying to ignore the pulsing between your legs and instead focus on the roaring of the wind outside the cave, the painful throbbing in your toes, the scratchiness of the blanket, anything.

Hunter shifts just slightly behind you, letting out a long breath. Kriff, he can probably smell it. He could probably smell it before your body even started reacting. He knows. He knows.

You shift slightly, ignoring the way your thighs slide a little too easily against each other. “Sorry.” You breathe, nervously tugging on the edge of the blanket.

He hums, his fingers trailing down your front. He presses his palm against your belly, causing your breath to hitch. He shifts his legs and suddenly there’s something pressing against your ass. Something hard. “Nothing to apologize for, mesh’la.” He murmurs in your ear, his voice so low and deep you can feel it vibrating through your back.

"Hunter?" You ask, staring at the heat lamp.

He hums, pressing closer to you, his breath fanning your ear.

Your breath catches in your throat, your exhale shaky. "I'm still cold. Could you warm me up a little more?"

His arms wrap tighter around you, pulling you firmly against him as his lips meet the skin of your neck. He kisses a line from your ear to the junction of your shoulder, the hand that had been planted on your stomach slowly sliding lower. It slips between your thighs, grabbing one and lifting it over his hip. Your hands cling to the arm wrapped around you as he slides his fingers down your inner thigh. Your body is shivering for a different reason now.

You gasp quietly as his fingers trail over your wet slit, hips pushing into his hand. It’s so much better than your fantasies, those dexterous fingers flicking over your clit.

“All this just for me?” He murmurs in your ear, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” You gasp, nails biting into his skin as he works you up. “Been thinking of this for a long time.”

“I know.” He says, sinking a finger into you. “I could sense it. At first I could smell it. I always wondered what you were thinking about.” He slips a second finger into you. “Didn’t take long to figure it out.” He kisses the side of your head. ��Your heart rate would jump. Sometimes I’d smell it while you were looking at me. I was flattered. A gorgeous woman like you thinking about me like that.”

You wiggle in his arms, just enough so you can see his face. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He pauses his movements, his fingers stilling inside you. “Didn’t want to complicate things. Then everything happened with the Empire and I just haven’t had the right moment.”

“Fair.” You say, eyes dropping to his lips. “Not a whole lot of places to do things like this in the ship.”

He grins. “No, especially not with the others there.” His thumb brushes over your clit, fingers starting to thrust into you once more. “I’m going to find us a safe place to stay.” He says, words broken by kisses as he trails them up your neck. “Build us a home with lots of privacy.” He kisses across your face to the corner of your lips. “So we can do this whenever we want.”

You hum, backing away from his lips before he can kiss you. “Usually I require a date first, but I’ll make an exception.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” He says, lips brushing yours as he speaks. “I promise.”

You close the small distance between you, pressing your lips to his. He kisses you softly, lips slightly chapped from the cold. His fingers continue to move inside you, curling to find that spot that has your legs shaking. His thumb circles your clit, bringing you closer and closer to sweet release.

You whine against his lips as you cum around his fingers, soaking his hand with your release. He pulls away from your lips, withdrawing his hand before he lifts his fingers, taking them into his mouth. You watch, slack-jawed as he sucks his fingers clean.

“Fuck buying me dinner,” You say, rolling around to face him. “If you’re gonna act like that you can skip all those steps.”

He laughs, rolling on top of you. It’s a mirror of the moment you first began to have feelings, when he’d saved your life. You suppose he also saved your life again in this situation. Perhaps he needs to save your life more often if it’s going to end with him on top of you.

He lowers himself down, pressing his lips to yours once more. You kiss him hard, tangling a hand in his hair. You’ve always wanted to touch it, always wanted to run your fingers through it, pull on it to see if it makes him moan. You file that away for another day.

He’s hard, pressed against your stomach. His hips rock against you, dragging his cock along your skin. You slide your hands down his back, grabbing a handful of his ass. You’ve always wanted to grab it, having spent way too much time memorizing the shape of his body. His broad shoulders and thin waist and round ass and thick thighs.

He really is the perfect man.

“Fuck,” He moans, pulling away from your lips to press himself up.

He’s away just long enough to line his cock up, your legs parting even wider for him. You both moan as he sinks into you, your sensitive walls fluttering around the intrusion. You pull him back against you, securing him tightly to your chest. His lips find yours again, kissing and biting as he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow, working you open for him. It feels better than you could ever imagine, better than your fantasies could come up with. You’re no longer cold, even your toes warmed by his body and his touch. The air in the cave even feels warm, the blizzard outside nothing compared to the fire ignited beneath your skin at Hunter’s touch.

You move your hips as he picks up speed, your bodies moving fluidly together. You let go, moaning as loud as you can. You don’t care if you accidentally wake some beast deep in the mountains. You want the whole galaxy to know how good Hunter makes you feel.

Hunter grunts and moans above you, snapping his hips into you. You cling onto him as you begin to feel the burning low in your stomach, the coil tightening more and more as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me.” Hunter growls, nipping at your lower lip. “Let me feel you.”

You cry out his name as you cum, back arching in pleasure. He’s not far behind you, his head falling back as he stutters to a stop, filling you with his cum. You let him fall on top of you, wrapping your arms around him.

He lays there, both of you catching your breaths. He’s heavy, a solid weight, but you don’t complain. He’s warm, and he makes you feel safe. He kisses your neck, tongue darting out to taste the salty skin. He groans, already starting to go hard inside you again.

***

You wake to a bright light in your eyes. You squint, ducking your head down under the blanket. Hunter groans, shifting his arms around you. It’s quiet outside, far quieter than it had been last night.

“Storms over.” Hunter rasps, not making any attempt to move.

He’s still inside you, his softened cock tucked inside your pussy. You’d fallen asleep after the third round, the exhaustion finally taking over after you were thoroughly warmed. You don’t really want to get up. You don’t really want to move. You know the others have to be worried, after all you hadn’t been able to contact them after the storm blew in. You’re not even sure how far you are from the Marauder.

It may be a bit selfish, but you wish you could stay here. Build yourselves a tiny home in this cave and never leave. Just the two of you, alone, like your fantasies had once consisted of.

You know it’s not possible now. You couldn’t abandon the others like that, and you could never convince Hunter to abandon Omega, not that you would ever want to. You’ll just have to find a place to build a big enough house for all of you.

“We should get up.” Hunter says, still not making any attempts to move. “The others will be worried.”

You hum, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Five more minutes?”

He chuckles, lifting your chin so he can kiss you. “I suppose five minutes won’t hurt anything.”

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buttdumplin · 5 months ago

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Of course you want to show off the food of your hometown to the boys, but this really should have been a solo date with Kyle. Still, you manage to sneak some time together.

cw: Gaz x reader, fat latine reader, gn!reader, implied poly 141, established relationship, mexican slang word count: 1845

You throw the car into park and glance up at your rearview mirror. The three white boys smushed into the backseat push at each other to try to take a look through the window, grunts and mumbles escaping them. Kyle chuckles from the passenger seat, watching the commotion unfold.

“Are we sure this was a good idea?” you turn to Kyle, “We could have brought it back to the house for them.”

“No saben igual después de tanto tiempo, y tu bien lo sabes, tesoro,” Kyle responds, an impish smile on his face.

With a groan, you close your eyes and throw your head against the headrest. It’s the first time yall are back in your hometown for more than a week, and with all the extra time to yourselves, the plan was to eat as much good food as possible. One of your tías told you about this place, where they serve al pastor straight from the trompo, each slice almost caramelized to a delicious crunch. They’ve got the pineapple sitting on top, too. She said it was the best quality she’s seen in town to date. Even her husband won’t stop talking about it. And now here you all are, parked against the curb with the air on full blast.

Every time you’ve gone to a mom and pop shop like this, it’s been you and Kyle stepping in first. You go in with kindness and chatter, and the older ladies always helplessly swoon over Kyle. Laughter bubbles and you both eat happily, and sometimes the ladies sneak extras onto your plates. It’s a sacred time full of loud smooches, the staff going “UUUUU’ all around you, a deep blush on Kyle’s face as you wipe at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, his radiant smile set to make your heart burst. It’s perfect. It’s home.

Once you’ve scoped out a place with your own private date, then you bring your white boys over. At that point, you’ve already tried the place, showered Kyle in kisses, and built rapport with the staff. So by the time they step in, the sun drawing eyes to their paleness, the staff won’t try to upcharge you. It’s a genius pull, honestly, one you’ve done yourself with tremendous success. The white folks always have more than enough money to spare, and since they usually don’t know the prices, well that’s on them. But as you sit here in the car, listening to them point out all the little details of the shop to each other, you can’t help but wish you’d left them at home.

Kyle notices the disappointment on your face as you pick at your fingers. Try as you might to keep your face neutral, your expressions are always so easy for him to read. This is the first time your private outings have been interrupted, all because the shop is just a bit too far from the house for the tacos to travel well and your cousin had to fucking say so. He reaches for your hand, bringing it to his mouth for a kiss, waiting for you to make eye contact with him. There’s a distinct sadness in his eyes, a bittersweetness that’s never appeared on these outings before.

“Next time?” a little bit of hope cracks through his voice.

“Next time,” you swear, noticeably glum.

A thought freezes you before you can undo your belt. You reach for Kyle’s hand again, silly grin on your face, and turn around towards the other boys.

“How do you ask for the price of something?’ you ask them.

Kyle holds back his laughter at the question, squeezing your fingers with excitement. There’s joy on his face again and that’s all it takes for you to know you made the right call.

¿Cuánto cuesta?” they all say as one.

“No,” you say, your splitting with a grin, and Kyle can’t hold in his laugh. “Sorry boys, you’re staying here. Kyle and I will be right back.”

They don’t have the chance to protest or question before you’re bolting out of the car, coming around to open Kyle’s door and pull him from his seat. He lets out another loud laugh, the crinkles around his eyes sending warmth blooming in your chest. You’re both still giggling, if a little out of breath from sprinting inside, when one of the staff steps up to greet you, an older woman who's clearly enjoying the life you’re bringing into the place.

“Hola, mis niños. ¿Es su primera vez aquí? No me acuerdo haberlos visto antes, y a esas caritas las recordaría.”

“Primera vez. Un primo nos dijo de este lugar. Y nomas al verlo, se ve rebueno,” Kyle says, bringing you in closer as you wrap your arm around his waist.

“Una cita con el novio,” you tell her. It’s hard to keep a smile off your face with your sudden success, and it seems to catch in the staff member as well.

As she goes off to put in your order, Kyle helps you pack up some salsa, holding the small containers for you to scoop the goods into. You’re trying to figure out just how many containers you can fit into your hands, Kyle reminding you that you’ll need more guacamole than any salsa, when she returns with a big bag full of much smaller plastic bags of guacamole for you. Before you can even thank her, she’s handing each of you a plate with two smaller tacos, winking at you.

“Si quieren, pueden esperar ahí,” she points towards the door with her eyebrows, where there’s a couple of swings.

Walking over, you eye them a little nervously, worried about the structural integrity. The last thing you need is for it to give out on you, regardless of how nice it might be to reminisce in the seat.

“They’re welded,” Kyle whispers in your ear, “They’re solid.”

Sweet tears brim your lashes as you pull him down to cover his cheek in quick kisses. You can feel his shoulders shake with quiet mirth as he stays in place, accepting as much love as you’re willing to give him. If it were up to him, he’d never move from the spot, not even if his back starts aching or if hunger pangs strike. He’d stay pressed to you until something or someone forced him away. So for now he takes what he can.

“We should eat these before they get cold,” the false concern in your voice clear as you gently rock in the swing.

“Definitely. Wasting them would be disrespectful,” his voice low, pulling at the chain of your swing to bring you close together.

The first bite has you turning to look at each other with wide eyes, a pleasant shock bouncing between you. Words can’t do it justice. Your tía’s husband hyped these tacos up so much that you were a little worried about being disappointed. Turns out he didn’t talk about them enough. All either of you can do is let out groans as you chow down silently, Kyle’s strong arm keeping your swings connected.

“Hijo de su pinche putisima madre,” you say, gulping for breath around the sheer ecstasy of the food.

“Que chingandos fue eso?” he says, soft eyes searching yours as if you have the answer. They say food is sex, but the closest he’s ever come to feeling like this has been with you. What the fuck did they put in this. He leans back to face the woman behind the counter, “Seño, nos puede dar otras dos órdenes más porfa?”

“Ya te las puse, precioso,” she says, stepping towards him with a bulging bag in her hand, “Sabía que iban a necesitar más. El amor hace que te dé más hambre.” Before either of you can get up, she’s shoving another two little tacos into your hands, pressing a finger to her smiling lips.

You take slower bites this time, smiling at each other with cheeks bulging full of food. Now that you know what you’re in for, you’re going to savor every piece. Swings still connected, you nudge Kyle’s foot with the toe of your shoe, pressing your knee more firmly against his. He looks so at peace, his shoulders slightly scrunched as he carefully brings the food to his mouth, his nose crinkled up with delight at each bite he takes. You have the brief thought that maybe you should take a picture of this moment, but you can’t bear to tear your eyes from him. And when he turns, those big brown eyes locked on you, you’re sure you’ll never blink again.

“¿Que piensas, mi vida?” he caught your stare.

“Que te adoro,” you speak the words into his skin, kissing the arm holding your swings together.

“En aceite?”

“Clarín.”

Kyle quickly scans the room, just enough to make sure no one is looking your way, before bending and planting a tender kiss on your lips. His lips taste faintly of salt and fat, just as yours surely do, and you wish you could deepen the kiss, wanting more of the delectable combination. But he pulls away before you can, hunger for you burning in his eyes.

His voice is rough when he speaks again, tongue peeking out in search of the lingering taste of you, “We should get back to them.”

“When we get home?” your voice so breathless you barely recognize it as your own.

Kyle nods and stands, holding the bag of food in front of him, trying to discreetly adjust his pants. You’re both giggling again as he reaches for you, gently helping you up from the swing. Smiles are still stuck in place when you reach the car, slipping into your seats without saying another word.

You pause for a moment, waiting for some kind of commentary from the backseat. Now that you’re back in the car, you can look over and see that the swings are in clear sight of the car. A glance up at the rearview mirror shows you three grinning faces, each one more knowing than the next. They could dog you, tease you, joke about the scene they surely saw. But they don’t. Instead, Simon’s tummy breaks the silence, a loud rumble echoing through the car.

The entire car bursts into peals of laughter, the racket interrupted only long enough to deal out plates and servings. Kyle was right about the guacamole, as the boys pour entire little baggies of it on their tacos. Can’t blame them, honestly. That shit is creamy. And then a corus of moans breaks out in the backseat, first bites hitting hard enough to make the most stoic of them break into delight. You look over at Klye, find him already looking at you, and you both nod enthusiastically, biting into your food.

“We’re coming back,” he says, and then lower, “Just us next time.”

“Fuck yeah we are, that was set in stone the moment the woman greeted us. Gotta show off my boyfriend again,” you wink at him.

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the-nation-of-today · 24 days ago

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Learn the alphabet with Black Veil Brides + @bornasaint

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE REMIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!! I can't believe it's been nearly two fucking years since I've met you and when I say you've been a huge part of just how great these two years have been, I mean it with every fiber of my being. You were my first bvb friend but we have evolved far beyond that to the point that I can't imagine my life without you. Here's to another glorious year, may it be filled with many many more bands to be obsessed with 😘🫶

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mandiemegatron · 1 year ago

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ᗷIᖇTᕼᗪᗩY ᑕᖇᑌᗰᗷᒪE

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𝑨/𝑵: 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑶𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 !! 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒚-𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆 @therion-woods 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝑯𝒂𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒇, 𝑴𝒓. 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 🤭🤭💖💖💖💖 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑺𝑶 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 !!! 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💋💋💋💋💋 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒔.

3 am. The perfect time to bake.

Everyone on the Sunny was passed out, except for Sanji who remained in the Crows Nest for the night.

The perfect time.

Taking no time at all to gather everything you needed, you hummed a soft tune to yourself as you began the pie crust, beating the dough and smoothing it out before placing it in the dish. Pre-baking it took no time, the sweet smell of fresh pie crust filling the air.

It didn't take long for your apple crumble to finish, the bubbling, cinnamony smell encasing the entire kitchen. You were quick to take it out and let it sit aside, a small smile on your face as you literally sat in front of it and waited for it to cool.

Just after 4:30, you were able to cut yourself a slice, giving a soft content hum as you sniffed deeply into the slice, careful not to burn your nose.

You were so engrossed in your slice that you didn't see Sanji leaning on the doorframe, a small smile on his lips as he watched you place the small plate on the counter. You sat in front of it, hands clasped together in front of your chest as if you were making a wish.

Sanji’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a single, small birthday candle from your back pocket, sticking it on the slice before you lit it with a match you grabbed from one of the drawers. His heart sank as your eyes slid shut as you began singing to yourself, your voice quiet and almost sad as it carried softly over the kitchen.

He made sure to walk gently into the space, trying not to frighten you as he sat down at the island.

"... happy birthday... to me."

After a moment, you blew out the candle and gave a soft sigh through your nose, waiting for the wax to cool enough that you could pull the candle from your slice.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

You jumped, hand over your heart and eyes wide as you whipped around, giving your favourite cook a glare.

"Sanji, you fuck! You're too goddamn quiet, good lord."

Sanji simply gave you a wide grin and winked before clearing his throat as he asked again, a little harder this time,

"Why... didn't you say anything?"

You chewed your bottom lip as he spoke, crossing your arms tightly over your chest before giving a heavy sigh. You shrugged, struggling to find the words until you finally murmured,

"I didn't want to be a bother."

Sanji was up in a flash, your face cradled in his soft, warm palms. His eye watched you with a reverence you'd never seen before, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared back up at him.

"You are never a bother, my darling."

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you bit out,

"Says you."

Sanji couldn't help but laugh softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose and then each cheek.

"Yes, says me. And that's all that matters, right?"

When you didn't respond, one of his hands went to your waist and his fingers gently dug in, giving you a quick tickle as he almost demanded with a laugh,

"Right?!"

You laughed in agreement, swatting away his hand before wrapping your own up around his neck, your fingers dancing with the ends of his hair. You were quiet for a moment, your lips pursed slightly to the side as you looked up at him. He said nothing, simply staring down at you with a loving expression.

It was a few moments before you finally spoke, pulling him closer as you buried your face into the space between his neck, your words muffled by his skin.

"I suppose you're right..."

Sanji hummed softly, his arms wrapping around you tightly, keeping you to him. His cheek rested on the side of your head as he murmured by your ear,

"Of course I'm right."

He pressed a hot kiss to your temple before continuing,

"You are never a bother. You have done nothing but light up this ship since you joined us and I'm not about to let you insult the love of my life."

You couldn't help but give a watery giggle, sniffling softly as you pulled away from him just enough to bring a hand up and wipe away the tears that threatened to spill. Sanji cooed at you gently at the sight, one of his hands returning to cup your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss.

A pressed a few butterfly kisses to your lips, his thumb brushing away any stray tears. Your hands clutched around the front of his shirt, not caring that the soft material would be wrinkled and ruined by your tight fingers.

When he pulled back to gaze down at you, your cheeks were bright red and a warmth flowed over your entire body, your heart racing in your chest like a war drum.

"... I love you, Sanji."

The chef grinned down at you, little hearts dancing around his head as he nearly moaned out,

"I love you, Ashe."

He pulled you into a hot kiss, his tongue teasing over your bitten bottom lip before your own tangled with his. His hand moved to grip your ass, pulling you up and seating you on the island counter as he grinds his clothed erection into your warmth.

"Please tell me I can make love to you tonight," he whispers in your ear when he pulls away to breathe, his hands aching to pull at your clothing but he stills as you giggle, grinning up at him.

"Can I have my pie first?"

His eyebrow shoots up in surprise and he's quick to grab your slice, taking a small piece with the small spoon and holding it out to you with a loving grin.

"Of course you can, my love."

Your face burns at the intimacy. While he's done this before, it felt differently with him feeding you your own creation. You took the bite and hummed softly as the apple crumble melted in your mouth, a pleased expression on your face.

Sanji took a bite of his own, an almost orgasmic sound leaving him at the taste. "Oh Ashe, this is phenomenal. How absolutely delicious!"

He presses a quick kiss to your lips before feeding you another bite. "My sweet, precious little baker," he murmurs with a coo and you finish off the slice.

He puts the dish in the sink and turns back to you, gently pulling you from the island to drag you to the small room in the back, fit with a single sized bed and a small bedside table. Franky had put it in at Sanji's wishes, believing the lie of "Sometimes I have to be up stupid early and don't want to deal with the idiots snoring," that the chef gave the shipwright.

You knew the real reason, grinning into the rough kiss Sanji pulled you into the second he had you caged on the bed. A shaky moan left you as his hands undressed you, his fingertips caressing every inch of you that he could. When you were finally naked under him, he threw his own shirt off to the side, grinning down at you as shaky hands undid his belt.

He stilled your hands, both your faces bright red as he murmured down to you,

"Let me love you first, my darling Ashe," his words nearly begged out, his hands moving from yours to grip at your plush thighs. He pressed desperate kisses to your inner thighs, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he took in your glistening arousal. His tongue danced over your skin, slowly moving closer to your aching cunt and your head threw back as the tip of his tongue barely brushed over your clit. You inhale a sharp breath as his mouth suddenly descends, his lips sucking harshly around your clit as his tongue spells your name over it.

"O-oh, gods, Sanji-"

His fingers dig into your thighs as he devours you, his tongue moving down to press into your soaked cunt, the wet, squelching sounds filling the small room. One of your hands tangled into his blonde hair, trying to tug his face closer as he eats you like a 5 star meal.

In a flash, he's suddenly desperate, his motions sucking and slobbering over your fluttering warmth, his tongue pressing in and out of you before sucking your clit again, one hand leaving your thighs to press two rough fingers into your tight cunt.

You moan too loudly accidently, eyes rolling back as his fingertips press against that wonderful, spongy spot over and over until you're babbling his name, begging him not to stop as you suddenly gush and squirt all over his face. He growls into your clit as he licks and licks, his fingers not stopping their onslaught as your juices shoot up his forearm. You squirt over and over, almost sobbing at the wonderful feeling. Sanji absolutely knew what he was doing.

He can't help but moan when he pulls away, looking down at you with a wide, feverish eye. His hand, forearm and chest are soaked with your essence, thin trails of your juices slowly dancing down his skin and hitting the wooden floor almost silently.

"I'm gonna make you do that on my cock," he whispers harshly, his dry hand leaving you to wipe over his face. He moans lightly as he licks you off his hand, his eye rolling to the sky at the taste. "You taste so fucking good, my darling," he somehow gets out, his chest heaving as he finally rips his belt and pants off, as well as his boxers.

Your face falls into a desperate expression, your mouth falling open with your tongue out of your lips with a low moan. "Please let me taste you first, Sanji," you beg, suddenly in a heat for him to face fuck you. He's quick to grasp your hair, pulling you to your knees and suddenly you're on him, your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, trailing the whole length before teasing over the slit, his mushroom tip twitching as whimpers and groans fall from him above.

"O-oh, oh angel, Ashe please-"

He chokes on his words as you pull him into your mouth, sucking and slurping over his tip before slowly taking him in, bobbing your head in a slow rhythm until your nose hits his short, curly pubes. He twitches in your mouth and you moan around him, eyes snapping up to see his excited but wary expression, his fingers tightening in your hair as he slowly takes over control.

Your eyes fall shut as you relax your jaw, letting him set the pace and trying to keep your breathing as even as possible. It was immediately difficult, your hands moving to grip his thighs in an almost panic as he fucks your mouth, loud groaning and giggly sighs leaving Sanji as he races towards the edge. He suddenly pulls away with a soft grunt, moving down to capture you in a demanding kiss before he shoves you onto your back, caging over you as he wretches your hips towards his.

You both moan as his cock slides over your soaked folds, his hips stuttering as your cunt tries to suck him in. His head fell forward as he finally slid into you in one go, your moans echoing off each other as your hands gripped at his shoulders.

His pace was relentless, pulling squeaking and high pitched whines from you as his thick cock slid in and out, right from the tip to his groin, one of his hands gripping your hip so tight you began to bruise.

"I-I'm so-so sorry-sorry, my love-, fuck-, you-you're so tight, god-"

His words stuttered with his thrusts, an almost manic look on his blushing, fucked out face as he drank in you falling apart under him - because of him.

"Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me," he begged over and over, feeling himself twitch as he reached the edge. He felt you gush around him as you sobbed out his name, his cock spurting and filling you, slipping out of your tight hole as he fucked his seed out of you. He slowed as overwhelming overstimulation consumed him, his whimpers light and breathless.

He leaned over you and captured your lips into a passionate but gentle kiss, his hands slowly roaming your soft skin almost as if apologizing for the past while. You melted into his touch, smiling into the kiss as your own hands gently traced over his toned chest.

"Happy birthday, my love," he murmured against your lips, his hips giving a slight twitch into you as you pulsed around him.

"Thank you, Sanji," you barely replied, eyes crossing slightly as his hips started moving again. Slowly, his cock hardened again, filling you and sliding over your gummy, soaking walls that sucked him in desperately.

"You're not goin' to be able to walk tomorrow," he breathed out with a chuckle, snapping his cock into you.

"Worth it."

#mandies mumbles ; fanfics #ok to rb #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #op sanji #Sanji one piece #sanji #sanji smut #birthday fic #HEHEHHEHHE 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖💖#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE !!!! 💖💖💖💖 ILYSM !!!

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