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targaryen-dynasty · 1 year ago

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Hello!!! Not sure if I’m doing this right, so please direct me if needed ❤️

I would absolutely love modern Aemond with GIF #9 🥵

Kinks: consensual-non-consent, and overstimulation 😋

KINKTOBER SLEEPOVER.

No. 6 -> GIF.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; NON/DUB CON, CONSENSUAL NON-CON, p in v, creampie, chase play, overstimulation, somewhat dark Aemond, female Reader

WORDS: 2 K (I don't know what came over me)

NOTES: Gods, idk why but this was a challenge! Thank you so much hehe! 🫂 Hope you like it!

With the whole Targtower side of the family in Dragonstone to celebrate the birth of Rhaenyra‘s sixth child and first daughter, Visenya, the townhouse was eerily quiet. A few small table lamps and candles granted just some sense of light, yet it was barely bright enough for your eyes to adjust to it.

Under the premise of having to do something for college – you knew it couldn’t stray any further from the truth – Aemond had been allowed to stay behind, occupying the large house all by himself.

And you two had plenty of ideas to use the time.

Your heartbeat had been pounding in your ears, thrumming against the confines of your ribcage, and you had been more than certain he could hear it from your hiding spot under his older brother’s bed.

His footsteps had been lithe, almost quiet, safe for the occasional squeaking of wood beneath his feet, stalking towards you like a hunter trying to herd its prey. The giggles that slipped past your lips had left them out of sheer excitement or nervousness, you couldn’t quite tell, but once you had spotted the silhouette of his feet standing in the threshold, you became dead silent.

“Where are you, mh?” his deep voice had rasped out suddenly, somehow still catching you by surprise despite knowing he was there. Every breath had caught in your throat, and it had been incredibly difficult for you to keep them shallow enough for him not to notice.

Aemond had prowled around the bed, slowly, carefully, and all you could do was rely on your hearing, since Aegon’s room had been too dark to see anything.

You had heard him stopping, taking in a deep breath. “Maybe I’ll have to start without you then.” His words had tempted you to leave your hiding place, yet you had remembered what you and him had discussed beforehand.

It had seemed as if his footsteps disappeared, getting lighter, and even his presence hadn’t felt so suffocating anymore.

But boy had you been wrong.

A tight grip had seized your ankles, and without a warning, you had been dragged from under the bed, the squeal you released more tinged with fear than amusement. “Got you,” he had rasped, and the smug smirk on his lips perhaps had not been visible, but perfectly audible.

While you had been prepared for him to drag you back to his room, you were utterly confused when he had thrown you on the king size bed you not-so-long-before were hiding under.

“Aem–” you tried to reason, but were quickly silenced when his hands yanked down your leggings in one, swift tug. Out of instinct, you squeezed your legs shut, the cold air hitting your soaked cunt, but Aemond did not seem to mind, his large hands fisting your tank top before they tore the flimsy fabric apart.

In a matter of seconds, Aemond had flipped you onto your belly and proceeded to straddle your thighs, pressing his full weight down on top of you to pin you to the mattress. It made your body unable to move, tears brimming in your waterline already.

“Shush now, bunny,” he murmured, not so gently massaging your shoulders. Something cold touched your skin where his hands were, but you couldn’t make out what it was. “Found you, and now I’m claiming my prize.”

There was not much left of the usual smoothness in his voice, a rougher edge now more than prominent despite him murmuring and drawling the words. The feigned softness sent a shiver down your spine that settled at the apex between your legs.

“I was so close to doing this without you, to just fuck my hand to the thoughts of your sweet cunt, but your cute, little giggles, fuck,” his words were interrupted by a heavy groan. “I just have to have you, and you will let me, right?”

His hands on your shoulders were not at all as comfortable as the times he had massaged you on one of your movie nights – but comfortable and soft wasn’t what you wanted anyways. Not tonight.

You tried to squirm away from his grasp, which earned you a disappointed scoff from him.

And that was when the cold thing in his hands came to use.

“Really want me to tie you up, sweet thing, mh? So desperate?”

His weight on top of you shifted forwards, and soon enough both your wrists were tied to the edges of the headboard, the cold satin tie not doing much to cool your hot and flushed skin.

With your heartbeat still pounding in your ears, you barely heard him opening the zipper of his jeans, pushing them down enough to free his rock hard cock. As he dragged the tip through your drenched folds, you bit your lip while Aemond released a relieved groan.

“You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” he asked, serving a slap to your ass that had you squirming again. “Beg for me to make you feel good, bunny.”

“P-Please,” you sobbed, burying your face in the pillow beneath you.

He seemed desperate, considering that was all the begging it took to get him going.

He thrusted his cock into the crevice of your ass once, before one hand groped your hip roughly enough to raise it and angle it to his liking. As he forced himself into your tight core, your hands balled into fists, and your teeth dug into your bottom lip to stifle a moan. But to no avail.

With your walls practically choking his throbbing cock, you and Aemond moaned in unison, whereas yours turned into a whine as he immediately set up a pace that knocked the air straight out of your lungs.

It perhaps was the adrenaline and the animalistic manner in which he claimed you, but not long after that, you toppled over your edge. The force of your orgasm left you in a dazed state that robbed you of any coherent thoughts, your body becoming limp. At first, the overstimulation was not too bad – until you noticed that Aemond’s release didn’t follow immediately after yours.

“Feels good, huh?” he groaned, making his intentions clear. The limpness disappeared, tension taking over your body. You tugged on the ties to escape the aching between your legs in vain.

“N-No,” you whined, pathetic tears running down your flushed cheeks while the rest of your body betrayed you. Your walls fluttered and trembled around him, and the overstimulation subsided enough for pleasure to take over again. The urge to pee became prominent in your mind, and you knew that, even if you could trust the urge, he’d gladly let you pee the bed if you wouldn’t resort to saying the safe word.

Each time his throbbing length slid into your cunt, embraced by your tight walls, you grew more and more addicted to the building pressure inside of your body.

“Give me another,” he groaned, “I want it.” For a split second, you weren't sure if it was Aemond or Aegon pounding into you from behind, since he certainly sounded like his older brother – a spoiled man-child that always got what he wanted, whenever he wanted.

You whimpered and whined, hands clawing the cold satin to keep yourself grounded. “N-No,” you panted, “t-too much… too full.”

And while you firmly believed that would be enough to have him stop, even though you didn’t really want him to, Aemond merely snaked a hand under your body to toy with your clit, matching the merciless snaps of his hips.

It was a mix of heat, pain and pleasure surging through your veins like wildfire, turning your vision blurry, and forcing your body to the point it didn’t cooperate anymore. His touch was overwhelming, causing you to gasp into the pillow.

Your back arched, and your blurry vision turned hot-white from how intense that second orgasm was. Even though you were in a haze, torn between pleasure and pain, you noticed the falter in his thrusts and the strained groan he released as he tried to fuck you through your second orgasm. It felt good to know it was just as torturous for him as it was for you.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Aemond to recover and regain his composure, whereas you were rendered a drooling mess. He slammed his hips into yours to bury himself to the hilt, the sounds of skin slapping skin even louder than your whines and his grunts.

Your mouth was agape, the pillow damp with your saliva and tears. Your body was at the point where even the tension in your arms had gone out, resting limply between the struts of the headboard, dragging forward and back with each movement of him.

You thought your body had enough time to get used to his pace and size, but each thrust brought you closer to the certainty that your body might split apart.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Aemond’s hips stilled, pubic bone pressed against your ass. With his breath heavy and erratic, it was clear that he had reached his climax, throbbing cock spending itself deep inside of you. “Fuck,” he cursed, voice tinged with a hint of relief. While you were expecting this to be the safe call for it all to end, he caught you by surprise when he easily picked up his previous pace again.

The way his grunts and groans sounded more strained than normal made clear that he was fighting the same battle against the overstimulation than you did, but it seemed he just wasn’t satisfied with you coming only twice for him.

“One more for me, bunny,” he rasped. “That’s all I need.”

His seed oozed out of your assaulted hole with his ministrations at this point, coating his cock and dripping down his balls, acting as added lubrication. The sounds were lewd, squelching and slapping filling the room each time he hit the spot inside of you that made stars dance along your vision.

With the heat building inside of you for a third time – you weren’t even sure if it had left after the second orgasm – the awful, aching pleasure crawling to the surface, you wanted to scream, but nothing more than another whimper left your lips.

Aemond fucked you through your third high, the erratic snaps of his hips elongating the pleasure. His hand had long left your clit, only to be replaced by his heavy balls, and each time they slapped against your sensitive clit, your body jerked from the force of the aftershocks and overstimulation.

“That’s it,” he cooed, his thrusts becoming slower and softer until they eventually seized. “So fucking hot.” Both hands groped your ass, squeezing and teasing your flesh while he granted you a few moments to come down, to catch your breath.

If you had to stand up just now, you were certain you’d fall face first, your legs completely limp and not able to cooperate.

Aemond leaned forwards to release your wrists. His cock was still nestled snugly inside of your twitching walls, a white rim surrounding the base, and the aftershocks and overstimulation took a lot longer to subside. His hands wrapped around both your wrists to gently massage and rub the skin, soothing the discomfort the ties probably had brought you.

Your face was buried in the pillows, and you found it hard to focus on anything he said. “You did so, so well for me,” he praised, slowly pulling out. With you still lying on your stomach and the townhouse still being poorly lit, you didn’t see him flinching at the friction he caused himself.

Aemond returned seconds later with a cloth to clean you up, before he scooped you up in his arms. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his calming scent. “I’ll get a bath ready for you,” he said, slowly walking towards the bath. “You get to soak while I clean up your mess. And after that, I’ll join you, how does that sound?”

You lazily blinked up at him and nodded, a tired smile on your lips.

While you should be touched by his gentle side, by how well he was providing you with aftercare, all you could focus on was the next time his family would be out of town.

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berryhobii · 1 year ago

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Thank you so much for the masterlist!! I can't wait to get home from work and read everything again😄If it's not too much trouble, could you please write about Firefighter Joonie?

Reader and him have recently moved in together and she has never seen him come home from work. Imagine him coming in with the uniform, the arms, sweaty, speaking about how he saved lifes... she would ride him into the sunset🥵🥵🥵🥵

Probably one of my favorite asks so far! My thumbs were just blazing the entire time I wrote this. I was on a serious roll. Please enjoy and I hope it’s to your liking!🩵

Rising from your midday nap, you stretched your body, groaning as your bones popped and muscles strained. You reached blindly for your phone, squinting at the bright light that radiated off of it.

4PM. Welp, looks like you weren’t washing your hair today. After spending most of the morning cleaning and a little bit of the afternoon catching up on work, your nap was well deserved. The oven needed deep cleaning and October was here which meant you needed to decorate the apartment for the festivities. You actually fell asleep while looking through websites for decorations. All of that was super important.

Excuses. You just didn’t want to wash your hair. Oh well, maybe you’d just go to the salon and get it deep cleaned. Your nails and toes needed a touch up as well. Yeah, a pampering day sounded great.

Standing from the bed, you shuffled into the living room while checking your text messages. There were a few from your friends and parents. They wanted you to come home for Thanksgiving this year since you didn’t go last year due to Namjoon’s work schedule.

Namjoon, your husband, was a firefighter. When he started, his shifts were always very long. You wouldn’t see him for days at a time but now with more people being hired at the station, his schedule has changed. Now, he only worked about 24 hours with 48 hours of rest in between which you absolutely loved. And you worked from home so those 48 hours were spent resting and spoiling him like he deserved.

He’d probably be home around 12AM tonight, long after you’ve fallen asleep but that was okay. You knew he’d wake you up to let you know he was home. That or the sound of him tripping over the table in the hallway would alert you. The first time he did that, you thought someone had broken in and almost clocked him with a bat. Good thing you recognized his voice or you would have broken a bone.

Stepping into the living room, you were surprised to see the very person you were thinking about sitting on the couch. A bowl of food was clutched in his hand, chopsticks in the other to slurp up the noodles.

He noticed you the moment you entered, face turning to you, cheeks puffed out. You wanted to bite them.

He quickly chewed and swallowed, a smile spreading across his face. “Baby, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?” He placed his bowl down and stood to his feet to approach you.

You didn’t answer. Partially because you weren’t really listening.

Not when your beefcake husband was practically half naked on your couch.

A grey, thin tank top on his upper body, the fabric stretching against the curves of his chest. His buff arms, which have held you in a headlock many a time, were a bit shiny from sweat, as was his throat and collarbone. Around his hips was a pair of coveralls, obviously taken off to release some of the body heat and cool down his honey kissed skin.

Oh god……were you still sleeping?

He tilted his head at your lack of an answer. “Baby? Are you okay?” He reached out a large hand to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger. That single touch sent fire hotter than Sean Kingston through your body, your knees almost buckling from the pure control he had over you without even doing anything.

You were a thirsty bitch. Whoever is up there writing your life’s tv show, thank you.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine.” Your eyes couldn’t even lift from his pecs and the indents of his abs. You’ve felt up every inch of his skin before but you still got so amazed at just how thick and fit he was.

He pouted and it shouldn’t have affected you how it did but your panties were ruined now.

“Okay. I wanted to call you but I dropped my phone and then we got an alert so I ended up stepping on it by accident.” He sheepishly smiled and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He had recently buzzed most of his hair, even getting a few stylistic lines in the sides. While it was less to grab, that never stopped you from running your hands all over it. You should right now but you didn’t want him to think you weren’t paying attention to him.

You definitely weren’t and believe you, you were trying so hard to focus but how could you when his cute laugh made his abs contract?

“There was a small house fire but we managed to save everyone with no casualties. Isn’t that great? The little girl I saved even said she wanted to marry me. So sweet. I hope they’re doing well.” His smile was so endearing, those absolutely kissable dimples just begging for your attention.

Your brain decided to start functioning again at that moment, your eyes finally lifting to meet his. “That’s great, honey. I’m glad everything worked out. Um….why, why are you home so early?” Not that you didn’t mind but he’s never come home early, especially not in his fire station uniform.

“Oh right. The showers at the station are busted so I came home. I also forgot the lunch you made.” He lifted an arm to rub at the back of his neck, his bicep bulging and screaming for you to bite it.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Have you lost your mind?”

Your sharp tone made him pause, a look of utter confusion spreading across his handsome features. You wanted to kiss it off.

His eyes nervously shuffled around. You weren’t an angry person, not at all. He’s never heard you take that kind of tone with anyone, especially not him. Even when you were really upset, your voice stayed even and soft so this sudden change baffled him.

“Uh…..what?”

You crossed your arms, tilting your head as your fiery eyes squinted at him. “What what? I’m asking you are you crazy?”

He was so confused. “Wha….baby, why are you upset? Is it because I sat on the couch in my outside clothes? I’m sorry, I just wanted to check up on the soccer game and I sat down. I promise I’ll clean it.”

A quick hand reached out, your nails slightly scratching against his chest as you balled up the front of his tank in your first. You yanked him down and he easily folded, actually a little more nervous than before. Were you about to hit him? No, you’d never do that. What was he thinking? But with the way you were sneering at him, a very small part of him thought you might. He knew you hated outside clothes on the furniture and he did it anyway. Damn it, Namjoon.

Leaning forward until your lips were just millimeters from his, you said, “how dare you walk in here looking like this? Like you’re for the streets? Are you crazy?”

Still confused, Namjoon squeaked out a, “I….I don’t-“

You cut him off, “you walk in here like this and you have to nerve to not have your cock down my throat right now?”

Oh. Oh. OH!

He could barely react before you were dragging him back over to the couch. Your hand released his shirt and both worked on unzipping the rest of his coveralls, yanking those and his boxers down in one fell swoop.

You pushed him down on the couch, a light ‘oof’ coming from him. He was still a little dazed from your sudden burst of confidence but his body reacted all the same. You normally initiated sex anyway so this shouldn’t be a shock but you’ve never been like this. Your way of initiating was normally feeling him up, subtly brushing your ass past him, or just plain ole walking into the shower with him.

He’s never seen you quite like this.

Your hand gripped his cock that was slowly hardening up. Gathering saliva in your mouth, you spit on the head of his cock, stroking it to spread it around.

It didn’t take long for Namjoon to get hard, his thick cock standing to attention within 30 seconds of you touching him.

“Baby…..I-“

You cut him off with your mouth, taking him all the way to the hilt on the first try. His head knocked back against the couch, hips jerking from the sudden onslaught of your warm mouth.

Not wasting any time, you began bobbing your head, deepthroating him with practiced ease. Drool spilled out the sides of your mouth to his balls which you happily fondled in your palm.

His hands gripped the edge of the couch, eyes struggling not to close. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of this.

“Oh shit…..baby, your mouth is ssss-so good.”

You hummed around his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you came back up. You slurped and drooled all over it, pursing your lips once you got to the tip to spit on it again.

He already felt close. One of his hands reached out to grab your hair, the coils soft under his touch. He didn’t need to do any forcing to get you to deepthroat him again, just needing something to grip on before he floated away.

Your dark eyes lifted to lock with his. More sweat than before dripped down his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to quench his dry throat. You wanted to burn his image on your brain, tattoo it on your eyelids. Maybe you’d describe it to a sketch artist and then get it blown up and framed.

“I’m cumming…..I’m cum…..oh fuck.”

Feeling his cock pulse in your mouth, you gave his balls a nice squeeze, taking him all the way in your throat once again. That was all he needed to cum down your throat.

You swallowed it down greedily, sucking your way back up his still hard shaft before coming off him with a pop.

He was breathing heavily, chest lifting and rising as he tried to bring air back into himself but you didn’t care about none of that.

Pulling off your own clothes, he barely processed you climbing on top of him until he felt your slick pussy rubbing against his cock.

His eyes, that he didn’t remember closing, fluttered open, catching your desperate expression. Your lips immediately captured his, hands rubbing at the buzzed hair on his head to pull him closer. He reciprocated your kiss, own hands going down to your ass to squeeze and slap it around.

Your lips broke from his, puffs of air coming from both of you. “Take your shirt off.” He couldn’t even comply because you were already pulling it up over his head, tossing it off somewhere. Reaching between your bodies, you gripped his still hard and saliva soaked cock, lifting your hips so that you could line him up.

There was no gradual slide. No no. You slammed your ass down on his cock in one motion, the stretch burning in the best of ways. Your head tilted back at the welcomed intrusion, cock pressed right against every good spot inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass impossibly tight, almost as tight as the way your walls were hugging him. He’s only felt you like this during your ovulation days and he knows for a fact the next one was 2 weeks away.

“Fuck! Baby wait, I can’t.” He already felt like he was about to cum again.

You weren’t hearing it though. Adjusting yourself so that you were balanced on your feet, hands digging into his shoulders, you began riding him like your life depended on it. It certainly felt like it did.

Your pussy gripped him on every stroke, wetness soaking his lap and the backs of your thighs. It was endlessly pouring from you like a fountain. His cock was just too good.

You gripped the back of his neck, pulling his face to your collarbone. You could feel the heat of his labored breaths against your nipples, making the nubs harden even further.

His moans were loud and projected, the hands on your ass forcing you down everytime you came back up.

“Oh my god! Fuck fuck fuck! Ah ah ah.” You haven’t heard him curse that much in years. His hips began canting up to meet yours, orgasm just inches away.

“That’s it, baby. Use that pussy. You’re so fucking sexy.” You gritted out, yours not far behind. You leaned one arm back to rest on his knee, still keeping the same rhythm but now you could really appreciate him.

His abs were shifting like crazy, arms bulging bigger than before. Maybe you should do doggy next so he could effectively choke you with them. You’ll come back to that but first….

“I’m gonna cum all over this thick cock, baby.” You whined, other hand that wasn’t supporting you reaching out to scratch at his bicep. A little part of you soared at the red welts. You couldn’t mark him up as much as you’d like but this was more than enough for now.

The slight sting of pain sent Namjoon straight into overdrive. He yanked you forward, hooking his arms underneath your knees, gripping your ass again and began bouncing you on his cock.

A scream ripped from your throat, vocal cords aching slightly but you didn’t care about that. You’d suck a cough drop later.

Right now, you were only focused on the hot searing pleasure that was coursing through you. Your arms wrapped around his head, one hand scratching at his upper back, toes curling from where they were flopping around.

Each thrust put him deeper and deeper into your velvet walls and you were squeezing him like crazy.

“NAMJOON! I’m cumming!” Your orgasms crashed simultaneously, thick waves of ecstasy flowing over both of you.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth dropping in a silent scream and your arms hugging him just a bit tighter.

His ears were ringing as your walls milked every drop out of him. He’s never felt such bliss before and that was saying something since you put it on him good and often. This time just felt so different, so desperate, so intimate. If it was possible to fall more in love with you, he would and probably was.

After a few minutes of basking, your legs still twitching from the aftershocks, you two rested against each other.

“Baby….that was….”

You mindlessly drew little shapes on his chest, humming to confirm you were listening. “I know. I don’t know what came over me. Just seeing you all sweaty and in uniform just did something.”

“I really thought I had messed up. Why would you scare me like that?” He chuckled, spanking one of your ass cheeks. He’s lucky you were tired or else you’d get horny again. It also didn’t take much for you to get in the mood again anyway.

You breathed out a laugh too. “Sorry. Your face was just so adorable.”

You two sat in silence for a moment longer before he broke it.

“I really need to shower and get back to work though.”

You pouted, rubbing your cheek against his chest. You didn’t want him to go but you knew he had an important job. You probably already set him back anyway. And he still had to shower. Good thing the station is close.

“Okay. Hopefully no one will be bothered that you took so long.”

“Do you see the marks you left on my arm? They’ll definitely bother me.”

You nipped at his skin playfully. “Oh well. You shouldn’t have come home looking so delicious then. I blame you.”

“Yeah? Just wait until tomorrow.”

Needless to say, those 48 hours were spent with you receiving an orgasm for every time Namjoon got teased about the red marks.

You’d do it again too. Not even Namjoon could put out that fire.

#bts #bts smut #bts fic #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #askberryhobii #bts imagines

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uchihaharlot · 10 months ago

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Now, we know Shisui has a lot of stamina. But how would he react if he met a girl who has more stamina than him? ;)

😘🥵🫨🫨 <- Shisui’s emotions by the end of this.

Well. I’m glad you asked, we all know Shisui has a knack for being dominant. If met with a girl that matches, or even out maneuvers him. He’s smitten.

NSFW; simpy Shisui is best Shisui; I want to fuck him; now you can too.

Shisui is in to that femdom shit. Out of all the topping he does on Itachi (yes he absolutely tops Itachi, the Uchiha hierarchy doesn’t mean shit, their heir is his bitch) doesn’t even compare to how Shisui gets when a female is possessing him. Like some sort of weird comparison to a black widow, or a praying mantis. All of those females devour the male after mating. Shisui would gladly sacrifice himself for a single night with this girl if it meant coating her insides and her giving him the privilege of depositing his next of kin.

Shisui isn’t absurdly blunt about it, gets a little too close here and there. Purposely works up a heavy sweat. The classic shit girls like. Taking a bit more than he can chew for the night as she takes him back to her place. When did he ever go to a girls house? Never. Usually he was the one leading the way, but not with this girl.

She got him by the balls. Literally. Slobbering all over his shaft, drowning on him. Threatening to make him cum fast and hard, well…he does actually. Especially when she mentions hearing a rumor about some Uchiha breeding kink. ‘Heh, yea. It’s true.’ Shrugs it off like nbd. Thinks he’s going to give her a few good rounds and call it a night, slip out the window when she’s asleep.

No. No, no, no…Nani?

This girl almost crushes him, in a cute way. Taunting him while he is pinned beneath her, having the time of her life. Using him for her own pleasure, which Shisui is all for. ‘Cum as many times as you want, sweetheart.’ As her pussy massages him closer to the edge—again and again.

Squeezing his cock deliciously each time she cum, making him cums on impulse.

Four? Eight? Shisui doesn’t keep count. Not when his testicles are bunched up again, his cock throbbing and swelling inside of her. Her fucking him stupid was a treat. Never in all of the greater Shinobi nations did Shisui think he would consider asking too tap out early. Her pouting and pleading to be an Uchiha cum dump didn’t fall on silent ears or onyx orbs. They were captured by red spun pearls and his eager cock to please.

‘Yes ma’am.’ It was rhetorical, but the hand around his neck had Shisui panting, cumming unexpectedly fast again. Only this time, it sorta hurts. The tank is empty.

Has to beg this girl for the love of all that is sacred (his shriveled ballsack) that if he finishes one more time he might crawl out of his skin.

#uchiha clan #shisui uchiha #uchiha headcanons #shisui headcanons #uchiha family #uchiha shisui #shisui

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rocknrollbabe14 · 11 months ago

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Professor Quinn teaserrrrrr

Ratings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Professor Quinn forgets your birthday…..or does he?

Ratings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Your alarm clock went off, immediately causing you to slam your hand on it to silence it. A soft groan escaped your lips, but quickly faded when you remembered what day it was. Today was your 23rd birthday and that instantly made today a little better. It was not unusual for you to set four alarms in the mornings. You had never been a morning person—except today that is.

Peeling the covers back, you sat up and began to stretch. You’d fell asleep in your usual attire—tank top and panties. Your phone dinged, causing you to immediately unplug it from charging.

-Good morning beautiful. Can’t wait to see you in class. X

You had not saved his number in your phone and didn’t plan on doing it anytime soon. But you couldn’t help the smile that curved across your lips.

-Good morning. And thank you. ❤️ Can’t wait to see you too.

You tried to ignore the ping of the disappointment that creeped into your chest upon realizing that he hadn’t wished you happy birthday. A week ago, you were in his bed—maybe even cuddled up to him after mind-blowing sex and you remembered explicitly mentioning that your birthday was this week. Maybe he was going to surprise you. Or maybe he had forgotten.

-Can’t help but think about what you’re gonna wear, love. Wanna show me or tell me?

Quickly, you typed back a response.

-Thinking I may just surprise you. 😉

Dropping hints much?

-Aw. Want to make your professor wait?

Your stomach twisted and ached at his words. Biting your lip, you texted back again.

-No but doesn’t everyone love a good surprise? I can show you what I slept in last night….if you want……

You laid your phone back down, closing your eyes for a moment. Until you heard thing ping of your phone again.

“Someone’s popular this morning!”, Tori chimed in from outside of your door. “Was just making sure you’re up for your morning anatomy class.”

“I’m up.”, you responding through a laugh, picking your phone up again.

-FUCK YES. PLEASE. 🥵

You smirked lightly before laying back in bed, making sure there was a good angle of you. For one, you were usually never confident enough to take sexy pictures of yourself. You didn’t really consider yourself “sexy” but he was quick to reassure you that you were indeed both sexy and beautiful. It was nice to hear it, something you would never grow tired of. The guys you had dated before had never made you feel the way he does.

You pulled your tank top up lightly to give a good angle of your lace panties, leaving little to the imagination and snapped a few different pictures, and wasting no time sending them to him before getting up out of bed and slipping out of your tank top and putting on your push-up bra, adjusting it lightly. Professor Quinn—or Joe as he had asked you to call him convinced you that you didn’t need a push up bra to make your boobs look good. It had been a hard adjustment since you all had began to see each other more and more.

It started with you being drunk at the party, a decision you were originally embarrassed of but had led you down the path you were on now. It was also originally very casual sex or so you’d thought. It began happening after class, in his office, eventually leading to his house. He had offered to make dinner for you one night after he got off work and how could you say no? He was a woman’s dream—great personality, sexy looks, great job, a great house, great car. He had done well for himself and that only made him more attractive.

A smile spread across your face as your stomach flipped.

-FUCKKKK, you’re killing me baby. Only thing that would make it better is for you to be naked and in my bed.

-And just when am I getting that chance again? 🥺

-Let me check my schedule and I’ll let you know soon, love. Be careful coming to class. See you soon. X

You frowned lightly at his response, clearly disappointed with his cryptic answer. Tossing your phone lightly, you finished getting ready. All you could think about was the possibility of him forgetting your birthday and if he did, it would hurt you. You knew that sounded stupid. Sighing, you took one last look in the mirror at your outfit before doing your make up. You had decided on a black long sleeve shirt, a plaid skirt, black tights, and black knee length boots.

For once, you felt confident. You did look sexy in this. If this didn’t grab his attention, you weren’t sure what would. Grabbing your backpack weighed down with your books and laptop, you decided you would grab coffee on the way.

“Have a good day in your sexy professor’s class.”, Tori winked.

You winced lightly. You had hoped she would lay off the comments about your “sexy professor.” It was easy for her to make those jokes before you had entered a relationship with him.

Shall I continue???? 🫠 comment and let me know!

#professor joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #joseph x reader #joseph quinn #eddie imagines #stranger things #eddie munson imagine

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buggyandthebartoclub · 1 year ago

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Shachi x Reader - Explicit Content

ITS HEREEEEE Sorry everyone I suck at banners and dividers I hope this is okay? If you hate it lemme know so I don't use it again lol I needed some Shachi thigh riding in my life and it delved into some cock sliding too oops! 🥵💕 Content Warnings: Implied afab reader (no direct mention of reader genitals or pronouns, one mention of breasts), briefly mentioned drinking in the beginning, semi-public sex, thigh riding, cock sliding, and overall desperate in love Shachi!!! My Beloved!!!! Fic Summary: You and Shachi have a few drinks with the crew after shift change and proceed to get handsier and handsier with each other until you're barely making it to your room! Rated: Explicit Word Count: 810

You’d both had some drinks with everyone after shift change and had already been getting handsier and handsier with each other as the night went on.

It started with Shachi undoing the top half of his suit a few drinks in and tying it around his waist, leaving his sculpted and tattooed arms on display in his tank top right there next to you, already getting a little flustered, your face would only burn brighter as he threw one of those arms around your shoulder and pulled you close you’d try to hide in your drink, try to get drunk off the liquor instead of Shachi’s laugh.

But then you would be starting to get into your drinks and your hand would be on his thigh, and he’d be blushing and whispering in your ear about how much he missed you that day and how cute you look wrapped up in him while giving you little tickles, your hand sliding up his thigh, his lips brushing against your ear when you giggle,

“Ahh, you’re so cute y/n- chan, I love seeing you get all blushy and giggly for me~”

then his lips would press softly against your neck and make you gasp-

And then you’d be just as surprised as Shachi when Penguin elbows the shit out of him from the other side , both of you having forgotten about the rest of the crew so wrapped up in each other.

You’d be sheepish and embarrassed at having gotten so intimate in public and hide in Shachi’s chest, butterflies in your stomach from the dopey smile on his face as he snapped back at Penguin for being jealous before leading you out towards your rooms, hands intertwined and pulses racing

But neither of you would make it very far before finding your hands and lips all over each other.

You’d have him back against the wall, hat falling to the ground unnoticed by your mutual urgency. The overwhelming heat radiating from his body fanning your desire as you kissed up his neck, relishing in the shivers that run down his body when you wind your hand in his soft curls, kissing him desperately as he groans and squeezes your ass before pulling you up by your thighs, sliding you up his leg and nipping at your ear. Your arousal pooling between your legs, Shachi’s breath hot on your neck as he started to babble,

“God, y/n, you don’t know what you do to me, you’re so beautiful like this, let me give you anything you want, please”

You’d find yourself nodding along to anything he said, unable to stop yourself from bucking your hips, grinding along his strong thigh and melting under his touch as he clutches at you like you’re everything he’s ever wanted. His name on your lips as his sharp teeth graze your neck and you’re riding his thigh with abandon, chasing your high to the background of Shachi’s worship, unable to process any of the words he’d said as you shudder against him, coming with his lips against yours.

But it wouldn’t be enough, breaking the kiss and leaning your forehead against his would leave you panting and desperate for Shachi even more than before, you’d lean over and whisper in his ear

“Now let’s make it to the room and let me take care of you“

You’d pull back, arms around his shoulders as he wraps your legs further up along his waist, rushing to his room with such enthusiasm it made you laugh from the euphoria rushing through you as he carried you through the door, kicking it shut with his foot and flopping you down gently on the bed with a grin and a kiss, a few tickles tossed in to make you squirm against him before you began to tug at his tank top and demand

“Now let’s get these fucking suits off”

Neither of you would waste any time discarding the offending clothing before falling back into each other, kissing roughly as you push him onto his back and straddle him, settling your dripping arousal along the length of his cock, Shachi would let out a loud moan as he threw his head back, his hands gripping at your thighs as you used him to chase another climax, your hands trailing up your body to grab at your breasts, his babbling picking up the more you slid your delicious heat over his cock

“God, yes, just like that, just like that! Y/N!”

You’d both come just like that, sliding over his cock making a mess all over Shachi, world going white as you reached your peak, you wouldn't even notice when Shachi flips you over before he’s kissing you gently

“God you’re so perfect, stay the night with me, please?”

And of course, how could you resist?

#shachi x reader #shachi one piece #wow well fed by MYSELF #look at me go #RIP his hat #dont worry penguin found it on the way to bed well after you made it to the room #he took it as a bad sign for his mental health and went to sleep as far away from Shachi as possible #youre welcome the end!#jk theres actually 2 more versions of this maybe ill post one day #one ends pen x shach x reader #the other ends absolutely raunchy and dirty in the hallway hahaha ooooops #fr lemme know about the banner/mdi warning topper thanks!#for my shachi bestie <3 #unhinged writing

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sixpennydame · 1 year ago

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My brain is short-circuiting over the smut prompts and all I know is I need to hear Jean say #27 "Do you think you deserve this?" 🥵 I'll leave the details up to your beautiful brain!

Hi Em! How about a little personal trainer!Jean action for ya? ;-)

Let's Get Physical

Jean x fem!reader

C/W: NSFW, minors do not interact, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

“Come on, just one more rep, I know you got it in you!”

You weren’t sure what to expect when you decided to work with a personal trainer earlier this year, but you were needing something different in your workout routine and Jean had come highly recommended from a friend of yours. “He’s a great coach, really knows his stuff, and to top it all off, he’s fine as hell,” were the exact words she’d used. And she was right.

He was tall and handsome; always opting for grey or black sweat pants or shorts and a simple t-shirt or tank top. But anything would look good on him. His workout shirts were always tight, with his lean muscles showing perfectly through. He was cocky, yes, and competitive, but you could tell that he actually cared about helping people and loved his job. And since working with him, you felt stronger and more confident than you ever had before.

But sometimes..

Sometimes his hand lingered a bit longer on your waist these days, as he corrected your form during squats. And one day, when you were struggling with pull-ups, he held your sides, just under your sports bra, causing your heart to skip a beat (and your hand almost to slip). You're trying to focus on your reps but every time you bend to do a deadlift your eyes move down his body; you’re sure you can see the outline of his cock in those grey sweatpants.

“Keep your back straight,” he corrects, placing his hand on your lower back as your face is directly across from his crotch. When you move back up, you can feel your cheeks burning.

“You ok? Your face is red. Did I push you too hard today?”

“No no, I’m fine.” You take your towel and wipe off your chest. “I can take anything you give me.”

Jean smirks. “Oh yeah?” He moves closer to you, “I love a good challenge.”

The next thing you know, he's pulled you into the staff bathroom and locked the door. He pushes you against the wall and pulls off your sports bra, his mouth eagerly kissing at your neck and collarbone.

"I'm sweaty.." you breathlessly acknowledge.

"I like it," he replies, as he cups your breast with his strong hand and then bends down to suck on your nipple.

You can feel his cock hardening against your leg. His hand moves up your bare leg and settles along the waistband of your gym shorts. "I thank god every time you wear these shorts," he hums in your ear, "they barely cover your ass." His hand slides into your shorts and underwear and your breath hitches when he starts rubbing your clit. "You're already so wet. Wanted me that badly, huh?"

Cocky bastard. But god, it turns you on.

He slides one of his fingers inside you, instantly eliciting a moan from your lips. "Mmm, yes, please Jean - I want you to fuck me."

"You do, huh?" He takes your hand and puts it on his cock. "Do you think you deserve this? Do you deserve my dick inside you?"

You then put you hand inside his pants and begin to stroke him. "Didn't I work so hard for you today?"

He groans as you continue to stroke him. "Take these off," he gestures to your shorts as you shimmy them down and off your legs. The bathroom is small, but there's just enough room for him to bend you over the sink. "I'll give it to you, you dirty girl."

You grab the sides of the sink as he pushes into you; his long dick hitting your g-spot perfectly, as if he'd planned it that way. You moan and he clutches your hips a little tighter. "Yeah, you like that, don't you.." he brags, but when you look up and in the mirror and see his eyes closed, biting his bottom lip, you know...

..he is loving this just as much as you are.

His thrusts become harder and you feel his hand on your back, moving toward your neck. "Jean.." you moan, which seems to excite him as his pace quickens even more.

"Fuck...fuck..." the small room vibrates with Jean's curses and the sound of his hips slamming into your ass. He's relentless and doesn't stop until both of you are sweating and panting and completely spent.

Best workout you've ever had.

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doesntmeanitsmeaningless · 3 months ago

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Hola Ailo!!!! The recap that you did ask for is here(a little bit late sorry but still counts), Louis show at the Victorious Festival:

Festival poster.

As you saw but still will link some pics because he look gorgeous, Louis wore full black with a cap 🫠 and the barricade photo I show you that deserves to be link again haha.

🚨Highlight of the recap shirtless Steve is back!!! Thank you Steve 🚨 (no idea if that is a highlight for you but it wouldn't be a recap of me without that important info).

His family was there, here is a cute video of Lottie, other with Olive and other with Lucky.

Seems like the weather was cold, because Mr. Weather Man comment about it and also was doing some arms and hands gestures a few times to said that he was cold, poor Louis, but hey we thank him for showing a tank top.

He said this sweet quote and mention that it was his first festival in the UK.

Here he was interacting with a fan but I wonder what the sign said.

Louis instagram story.

Some observations about the live:-Hands up and down during kill my mind instead of kmm lights (like this other time that they did it in other festival), seems like is a tradition now and I love it.

-You can see his family on the side of the stage moving to the rhythm.

-Fans were yelling I love you Louis and he was smiling.

-He was interacting with a lot of fans, was very smiley and so confident. It was lovely seeing him like this.

He also sign a doncaster bear of a fan I guess maybe after the show I don't know.

For your Nouis' heart, Louis give a like to a video of Niall and Ed Sheeran singing Little Things (here is the full video) on today's show of Niall, they also sing Lego House (there was no live 😑, we just have to listen after it was sad but still beautiful).

Louis took a shot backstage with Phoebe and Daisy.

I already share it but still, the short setlist 11 songs rip 7 😭.

The crowd look huge, I'm so proud of him.

Here is the live in case you want to watch it.

And that is it for the baby recap. I'm probably missing some things but is what I could do, I was very busy with Niall's updates so I didn't pay much attention to everything that was shared yet.

Let me know what you think, I love reading reactions of the recaps :)

I hope you have a lovely day. Here is a spanish phrase for you: Te mando un abrazo.

Oh wow CC ��🤩🤩 this is amazing!! Thank you so much!! 😘 Even though I did request it (as I’m in the alps, no wifi, and quite some fandom fomo), the feeling of getting a recap is… so unexpectedly heartwarming! 🥰 It made me sing We Made It “sayin’ goodbye, wavin’ to the hard times” to the mountains this morning, as you really make me feel so included!!

I love the outfit as a whole: it works!! I’m glad you sent a photo of the cap, I would’ve missed the “mauled by a dragon” aspect of it otherwise. 🤪

Weatherman Louis 🥶 lives in an entirely different climate than Steve 🥵! And the shivering pic… is gonna be a favourite of mine!! It’s convincing me that it must’ve been freezing 😎

Aww… the mini Tomlinsons!! 🥹 They do bring a cuteness factor that we don’t often see. And I can’t believe how big Olive is! Can that really be?!?🤔🤔

I love that the kmm hands are back: you know the Louies are in the crowd when…!!

I’m guessing the sign was one of those “please write me a tattoo” or something requests… and Louis didn’t wanna explain that he’s working, day job etc again… so he just says “how?” in THAT voice… wow! 🫠 Good of you to include that!! 🤭

Mini but fun setlist! Face the Music surviving every cut is a surprise to me, but hey… not my day job 🫢

And thanks for the bigger picture: Niall singing Little Things with Ed! Yeah! And Louis liking it!! Now c’mon boys…!! Just a little click, babe!

So much more to say but the kids & mountains are calling. Schöne Grüße aus den Bergen!

Und herzlichen Dank für die tolle Zusammenfassung!! 🫶🫶🫶

#recap post #cc appreciation #victorious festival #Louis #ailo request

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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alrighty fools spooky season is upon us aka it’s too hot for fall but i’m saying it’s fall anyway season so that means more dark stepdaddy leon spooky smut lmao. okay, i said originally this man’s porn collection was the Saw franchise as a whole,,,,,,,, what if moms out of the picture it’s spooky time and he takes reader on a little vacation to “Not The Cabin from Cabin in the Woods but A Cabin in Similar Woods” for fall break and they’re out there and he’s just like mind in overdrive with ideas because if a tree falls in a forest and no one’s around, does it make a sound? 😉 so like things come to a head after just days of sucking and fucking and ya know, hand stuff and he’s finally like it’s the last few days we’re here, how about (tw; non con esque smutty smut- i know gina bit overboard 🤭) i drop you off in the woods, no clothes and just your collar (let’s say it’s a property he’s had and it’s literal acres, nobody is out there and he’s not leaving her out there for long, obvi) he’s “left” and you’re waiting for him when he sneaks up behind you and you jump, he tightens his arms around you and tells you to run so you do, not far 🤭 before he’s on top of you whispering to you that he wants you to fight him so you’re scratching and biting, telling him no, not to- that it hurts and he’s being too mean but he doesn’t give up and finally wrestles your legs open bruising them in the process when you kick him and instantly regret it because he takes off his belt and binds your wrists behind your back leaving to fight him off with your legs to no avail when he’s finally got you pinned under him he pulls out his dick, absolutely throbbing from how much he’s into this and you’re trying to not make it obvious you want this too but like,,,,, he knows 👀 he’s jacking off over you, kneeling on your thighs keeping you spread out on the ground degrading you before he comes on your stomach making you whine but he just leaves his dick out while he reaches for his knife and starts cutting his name into you, probably branding you too telling you how hard you make his dick when you beg. i’m going to assume he skull fucks you cause like,,,, you’re incapacitated and by that point you just want him to use you because it’s been hours and he still hasn’t stopped with the foreplay but he doesn’t. he takes you back to the cabin and feeds you before putting you to bed and when you wake up there’s a note telling you he’ll be back in a bit and to keep the door locked so you do just that not knowing he’s outside, he lets himself in quietly watching you take a shower and leaving things askew to make you uncomfortable which works because there’s no cell reception out there, oops 🤭 so you sit on the bed in a towel to try to figure out what to do when “someone” comes up behind you (i wanna say he’d get a scream mask or some shit let’s be real this man has his kinks and i feel like masks are one….. omg put him in a wolf mask for the red riding hood fic 🫣🤭) you’re pinned to the bed and he’s already discarded the towel and forced himself in you before he talks and you instantly settle but still give him the performance he wants throwing a fit that just “accidentally” makes him go deeper into you when he finally puts you on your back making you watch him fuck you in black jeans, black tank top (we all love his arms don’t lie 🤭), fingerless gloves and the scream mask???? maybe 🤭

- 💀

(okay todays note is about the red riding hood thing because 👀,,,,,,, idk if i’m the only one with a mask kink but like him in his brown jacket and all black with the gloves and a wolf mask chasing reader down and fucking her 👀 i’d die a happy death if he did that to me like eeeeeh it’s soooooooo close to werewolf leon too, like daddy leon the big bad wolf just wrestling reader to the ground and being even more rough with her because the costume is a good excuse to try new things like i can’t articulate how good that’d be 🥵)

💀 anon, you’re killing me 😩 (but please don’t stop sending in your big brained asks 😘 🤭)

And if I told you that I’ve been thinking of a scream inspired Leon fic?? 👀 👀 I just wanna get my other October fics setup before starting anything new 🤭

But the chase?? 🥵🥵 love that so so much

I def have werewolf Leon coming up next month (like legit monsterfucking is happening friend 🤣) not exactly a wolf mask though 🤭

(Sadly the only ghost face-esque pic I could find with Leon 👇)

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #dark stepdad!leon s kennedy

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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/cable-knit-sweater/728984847770648576/baby-slutslutty-daddy-match-made-in-hell-heaven

omg?!?!? now i know who owned that mesh top, that's why it looks so stretched on him 🥵

[Link] to a pairing set between Chris/Sebastian (or Steve/Bucky) from Chris' New GQ shoot and one of Seb's early Chelsea days shoot.

@cable-knit-sweater MAYA! You gotta read this with your own two eyes just like I had to 😫 I can't suffer alone!

Y-E-S.

That mesh tank top was definitely originally Sebastian's 🤌🏻🤌🏻 and it fits nice and tight on him, so, of course, it obscenely hugs Chris' tits.

To get him into it, Sebastian certainly pouts and stares up at Chris through his lashes as innocently as he can manage, placing his arms around Chris' neck, "c'mooon," he whines, "put it on just for a second, please? I wanna see you it something more revealing! You'd look so good!"

Chris narrows his eyes, "you've called my shirts 'obscene'--" he lifts his hands from Seb's hips to make air quotes "--before. Multiple times. Are my obscene, perfectly ordinary, revealing shirts not enough for you?"

Sebastian rolls his eyes, "no," he says with the same conviction as he would exclaim 'duh' over a clear question.

Chris scoffs.

"Please," Seb bats his lashes, "you'd look so pretty!"

"You know I'm not as concerned about that as you are, pretty boy," Chris lowers his voice teasingly, all delicious gravel and rasp pressed right against Sebastian's temple.

The praise and brush of his lips against his skin slides like honey over Sebastian. Sweet and thick. He shivers and almost forgets what he's trying to get Chris to do for him when Chris goes the extra mile and leans forward to connect their lips hotly. Almost.

"Please," Sebastian gasps into Chris' mouth as he parts his lips, letting Chris' tongue in. His knees weaken as his mouth is claimed so good.

"Fine," Chris rumbles, shoving Seb back the few inches into the nearest wall and simultaneously shoving a moan from the other man as his back hits the drywall with a dull thud. His eyelashes flutter. He loves being manhandled. Chris is so big and strong and guh. "If you'll shut up and let me kiss you now, then we can do that later."

"Mmm," Sebastian moans. He breaks away from the collision of their lips to breathe, lungs burning, "is that even a compromise? Am I hearing things, or are you just giving me what I want?"

"Shut it, brat," Chris grins, fisting his hand in Sebastian's messy hair and kissing him hard. "You've got it coming already. Don't make it worse for yourself."

Sebastian wants to snip back another bratty response, but he can't do anything except slide down the wall another inch as his mind helpfully reminds him of all the things he's gotten from Chris that were coming to him... all the spankings, all the overstimulation, all the denial, all the punishments that he really, really shouldn't like so much.

Chris shows him what he has coming by wearing that black t-shirt under the mesh tank top. "Taking all the fun out of it," according to Sebastian.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 2 years ago

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Tarzan as a pred? Animal or human prey🥵thank you!

...you know, I feel like he would have more vore stuff than he does. I guess I gotta write for the underrated men when no one else has.

A thick belch roars out through the jungle as if a beast were claiming its victory. In reality, it's just T.arzan, the man lazily picking ate his teeth with one finger to try and get some fur out. His normally muscular stomach is bloated out right now, the form of a gorilla thrashing around inside. He tries not to do stuff like this around his family--predation, that is, particularly of other gorillas. But he can't help himself. As he's gotten older, he's only gotten hungrier, and he learned how to hunt for himself. Now he downs beasts bigger than he is as a meal and it does well to sate his hungry stomach. The gorilla he snacked on today doesn't seem too pleased with his new place in the food chain, thrashing around and roaring inside T.arzan's tank. But nothing has gotten out of it yet and he doesn't plan to start now. As far as he's concerned, he's become the most dangerous predator in this jungle. Ever since he slurped down that jaguar, he hasn't had much competition. It helps that he keeps eating everything that might cause it, though. He didn't find any predators today, however, so he settled on gorilla meat. It keeps him full for a few good hours with how bulky they usually are. He just had to wait a little while for his prey to stop moving and start softening up. His family is used to him having a large gut but they still don't know where he's really getting it from--can't let the shape of a gorilla curled up in his stomach give him away. Another belch roars out through the jungle as the gorilla in question is already starting to lose steam. T.arzan licks his lips and rubs his stomach slowly. It's good to be at the top of the food chain.

When the humans first came to the jungle, T.arzan was incredibly curious. They brought so many things he'd never seen before and they spoke in a way he didn't understand. The first time one of the humans caught sight of him, T.arzan devoured him whole and ran off. It was his first time eating human...and he found that it was absolutely delicious. His gut thrashes around a bit as he belches, giving it a few firm pats as the human yells inside. T.arzan would go back the next day, his gut only a little rounder than it usually is. He's a lot braver around the humans, who in turn, find T.arzan absolutely fascinating. He's rather physical with them, sniffing and licking them all in an effort to determine which he wants to send into his growling stomach next. None of them seem to realize or even consider the idea that he might be sizing them up as snacks and instead spend time showing him any object that catches his interest and trying to interact with him more. Of course, by nightfall, another human has gone missing and T.arzan goes back to the jungle with a full stomach. The remaining humans have definitely noticed something is wrong with two of their own gone and two have left to the jungles to search for them, leaving T.arzan alone with only one. It would be easy for him to snap this one up but he ends up being distracted with more fascinating objects and even an effort to teach him some English. Only one of the humans came back to the camp that night, though, the other pulled into the trees by a very hungry T.arzan. By then, one humans wants to abandon the entire thing and leave, but the one who spent the day with T.arzan wants to stay and study him further. They end up splitting up, one leaving into the jungle with whatever he can carry to escape. T.arzan turns him into breakfast and visits the final human once his stomach has shrunken back down, spending the day and even the night with him. The co the human slept in is comfortable, and having him on top of T.arzan as he sleeps is nice, too. But come morning, he's hungry, and staring down at the waking human with a predatory glint in his eyes. He drools a bit as his stomach growls. "Friends," T.arzan says, tapping his gut, "tasty. Bring more. T.arzan eat friends." In all honesty...the remaining human might have suspected this already. But with such a fascinating man to study...it would be worth a few more colleagues, wouldn't it?

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #oral vore #digestion #fatal vore #tarzanvore #ask

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repressedqueen · 4 months ago

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obsessed with beach eddie. the hair? the sunglasses? the tank top? the GUNS? he looks like he could bench the entire 118. no wonder his theme song is what a man what a man what a man 😍

When I tell you he is so hot he makes me furious... Yes to all the above 🥵 and also his SHOULDERS. I love his shoulders they are literally perfect 😭 I don't see a single flaw on him, he is unreal

He was made to wear tanktops. More tank top Eddie please! What a man would be the personal ringtone I'd have for him. I'll never forget Hen's "where's the lie? And I like girls..." 😅 EVERYONE thirsting over Eddie Diaz 🤷‍♀️

#the things i would do to this man are obscene...#emma 💗#you are the reason i will have hornly thoughts all day 🥵#eddie diaz #ryan guzman

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ozimagines · 1 year ago

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Dating Carlo Ricardo would include…

Shy Boi™️

Definitely gets aggressive with the other prisoners on your behalf

Starts saying he loves you in his head before you’re even dating

“Maybe… I don’t know… we could get dinner sometime? …you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”🥺

It is IMPERATIVE that you meet and love his family

His oldest sister is definitely your closest ally

His mom loves you; says you’re a good influence

He takes you to go see his dad in a coma; it’s an emotional time for the both of you

When he sees you hold Isabella’s baby, his heart melts

“No, it’s just… you look like a mommy/daddy”😭🫶

Huge fan of holding your small hand in his big one

King of tickly neck kisses

Will absolutely respect your pronouns even if he doesn’t always understand why❤️

“She’s… sorry, they’re really hot.”

Wants to teach you Spanish

Will learn your native tongue but will be Prince of the struggle bus

Always wants to go dancing with you

Emperor of giving head

No but he’s actually quite good at it

Loves you in pajamas; shorts and an tank top, full onesie, or even just a nightgown

His friends like you enough

Chico is your best friend; he always talks to you at these functions

Carlos is an ass lol

Morales and Hernandez are a little suspicious of you but Hernandez actively hates you

Especially if you happen to be white

Carlo isn’t good about standing up to his friends but he’ll go to bat for you when it counts

Has definitely threatened someone over you

Possibly someone who wasn’t even looking at you

Carlo remembers his mom’s cooking, and can make simple recipes

“How is it? No, don’t lie, I mean really.”😂

Man’s will make an EFFORT for you

Combing his hair, wearing a button up shirt from time to time

Loves receiving hickeys

“Mark me, baby, I’m yours”🥰

Loves saying he’s ‘yours’ and you’re ‘his’

Possessive in a sweet way

Will get jealous and try to beat the other person up but will never take it out on you

More mad with himself that he thinks he doesn’t deserve you

If you can make a decent arroz con pollo he will marry you no questions asked

Carlo has a domesticity kink

“Yeah, Chiquita/o, clean the dishes just like that…”

Sex with him is a loving experience… but please tell his friends he fucked you raw😭

Makes love

“¿Así, preciosa/o?”🥵🥵

He’s the youngest of his friends so calling him Papi really strokes his ego

Give him a blowjob, watch his head spin

Cuddly guy after the doing the do

Let’s you listen to his heartbeat

“Te amo” -he whispers, almost hoping you don’t hear him❤️❤️

“Me too, Carlo. Me too.” ❤️‍🩹

Bonus: Spending Christmas with this man is otherworldly. Hot chocolate (with a little spice), a beautifully decorated tree (that he barely let you help with lol), and Rankin Bass cartoons the whole month. Tell his friends and he’ll deny it, haha 🎄🎄🎅

#carlo ricardo #hbo oz #dating would include #hey I didn’t make Juan Carlos Hernandez this stupid hot #my sweet baby Carlo you deserved better #fuck Lopresti that note could have changed his life

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vampiressmoney · 1 year ago

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Night 2 NJ Review: TOO FAR GONE. YESSSSS

They opened with Whiplash 😭❤️

Seriously. Bring binoculars. Love graphics and all, but I want to see their little faces more than a giant animated bell. No disrespect.

That thing James does where it's like he's saying "Shhh" but it's aggressive... that needs a name. It's an aphrodisiac to me. He did it tonight and I almost leapt from the balcony to the stage to pounce on him. "Shoop?" Like Salt N' Pepa? That could work. "Shoop" makes me wanna Shoop. IDK please advise.

I can't decide if the black tank top or black tshirt with sleeves cut off drives me crazier. 🥵

UPDATE: Maybe the tank top cus that with the black necklace omg🥴

#metallica thirsty AF concert review

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mischievouslittlecreature · 5 months ago

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I loved this! You are an amazing smut writer, and I'm always happy to see more Capa content! He doesn't get enough love!

I'm adoring the relationship between the girls here! Cassie and Corazon are both such wonderful characters in the film, and seeing them being goofy and close with the Reader was lovely.

What gave him the right to walk around in those tank tops, showing off his perfect arms and chiseled shoulders

safjkldsjfkd 😂 honestly can't blame Reader at all for not being able to focus or get much work done when he's strutting around looking like that 🤭.

The smut has my wailing 😩😩😩. The whole build up was impeccable, and the way that you write smut is just amazing! Capa, please, you are too attractive for your own good 🥵.

The ending has me giggling. I figured that Cora's remark was going to circle back around at some point!

Gravity Wins

Pairing: Robert Capa x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: The walls around here are too thin, and Capa can't seem to mind his own business.

Warnings: Smut, changes to several minor aspects of canon, alcohol/drinking (not related to the smut), mentions of vibrators, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), slight voyeurism, teasing, biting, quiet sex, and my obvious fixation on Capa's arms

A/N: In the words of Jayne Cobb... I'll be in my bunk. This was the winner of my "Bad Summary WIPs" poll. I had originally intended for "Gravity Wins" to be a working title that I would change later, but uh, it did win, so I'm keeping it lol. Happy Capa Month! 🥰

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Life aboard Icarus II had its charms. The views were unlike anything else; the oxygen garden was truly breathtaking; and the ship itself was pleasantly quaint, in a close-knit kind of way. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes, that same pleasant quaintness had a habit of dissolving into claustrophobia; the tight quarters and lack of privacy suddenly surrounding you on all sides.

That’s why it was important to find small moments of joy where you could, to pass the time. And that’s why you were currently in the canteen, with Cassie and Corazon squeezed in on either side of you, passing around a bottle of contraband vodka.

It was cheap stuff; strawberry flavored. Not necessarily what you would have picked to drink, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and Cassie - god love her - had always had terrible taste in booze. Still, it got the job done. And getting to spend a night gossiping and getting a little tipsy every once in a while was just enough to break up the daily routine and keep the three of you from going mad.

Only three months into the mission, and your one bottle was already two-thirds empty. It was going to be a long flight.

“Y’know what I miss?” Cassie sighed, shoulders loose as she passed the bottle over to you. “Pizza.”

You took a swig - the cheap, artificial taste of fruit mixing terribly with the burn of alcohol - and passed the bottle on. Corazon slouched forward on the table.

“Don’t talk about food, Cassie. Please,” she whined.

It wasn’t as if you were starving, but the bare-bones, monotonous rotation of meals you all ate while onboard the ship left a lot to be desired. You could feel your mouth watering just at the thought of something besides the same old efficient, nutritionally-dense meals you’d been eating for weeks now.

“I miss ice cream,” you jumped in.

Corazon groaned and took a sip of the vodka, rubbing her head.

“Enough already,” she begged.

“Fine then, Cora - what do you miss?” asked Cassie, reaching across your little circle to take the bottle back. She tipped it against her lips, taking a quick sip.

“My vibrator,” answered the biologist.

You and Cassie burst into laughter; high-pitched giggles bouncing off the walls of the cramped space.

“I’m serious,” laughed Cora, nudging your shoulder.

“Oh, I believe you - I miss mine, too,” Cassie admitted.

You hummed in agreement. It was a long journey, and until you’d stepped foot on the ship, you really hadn’t anticipated all the small comforts of home you would miss. If getting off could be considered a comfort.

“Here’s the real question though,” said Cassie, pointing the bottle at each of you in turn. “Would you fuck any of the guys?”

“On the ship?” you asked.

“You see any other guys around?” Cassie laughed.

You joined her, feeling the hot flush of alcohol rise on your cheeks.

“What about Mace?” Cora offered.

“Too angry.” Cassie scrunched her nose.

“Sure, he’s hot-headed - but with guys, sometimes that means he’s a good fuck.”

Another round of laughter echoed after Corazon’s remark.

“Harvey?” you suggested, narrowing your eyes. Watching to see if either of the other women’s faces betrayed a genuine reaction.

“Kind of stuck-up,” Cora commented.

The group agreed, and lapsed into silence. The bottle made another round, and you felt yourself starting to tip past the point of a slight buzz.

“How ‘bout Capa?” Cassie asked.

“Maybe if he wasn’t such a dick,” Cora scoffed.

You snorted, then scrambled to control your expression.

“I think he’s kinda hot,” Cassie ventured.

A chorus of oooohs made their way around the table; Cassie waving them off.

“But I wouldn’t sleep with him,” she insisted. “Seems like the kind of guy to make himself come and then roll over.”

Corazon laughed sharply and then turned to face you.

“What about you, huh?” she asked, voice lowering. “Would you let Capa teach you all about physics and where he can stick ‘em?”

Before you had a chance to tease Cora about being so buzzed that she couldn’t even come up with a half-sensical sex joke about physics, the party was broken up by the arrival of a fourth person. Speak of the devil himself.

Capa glanced over at the three of you as he walked in, pausing to quietly open a cupboard and pull something out. Cora ignored him. Cassie took a swig of the vodka. And you quickly averted your eyes, looking down at your lap as your face burned.

“What are you all giggling about?” Capa droned.

“Nothing,” Cora snapped, a little harsher than was necessary.

Capa’s eyes narrowed, landing on the vodka. There was a moment of rigid silence.

“You know there’d be trouble if the captain found out about that,” he commented.

It wasn’t exactly a threat, but it wasn’t exactly a harmless observation either. Cassie stood up and slouched over to him, pressing the bottle against his chest. You were watching out of the corner of your eye, still too embarrassed to meet anyone’s gaze.

“But you wouldn’t tell on us - right, Capa?” Cassie asked sweetly.

She was a little too drunk for her own good, and you felt a quick bolt of tension in your stomach. Capa gave each of you a questioning look, impossible to tell what he was thinking as he backed off and walked out the way he’d come in.

“Just keep it down in here,” he muttered.

Once he was out of earshot, Cassie sat down, and the three of you shared a shy laugh of relief. Corazon instantly broke the tension.

“See? What’d I say? He’s a dick.”

The next morning, you woke up groggier than you should have. After Capa’s interruption, the vodka bottle was quickly put away, hidden in Cassie’s bunk for another night. You hadn’t really had too much to drink, but the minor shame of getting caught mixed with the shitty vodka was enough to make you feel thrown off.

You shuffled out of bed, slipping into a pair of sandals after pulling on your pants. You shrugged into a shirt and ran a tired hand over your face.

On your way to the bathroom, Harvey stopped you. You only had the energy to listen to about half of what he was saying, still feeling grumpy and with a sour taste in your mouth. He was talking to you about some report; asking why it hadn’t been submitted in triplicate. You clenched your jaw, really not having the patience to deal with him right now.

You promised Harvey you’d re-file your report, and walked away before he could rope you into any more conversation. Cora’s assessment of him was accurate, you thought. Stuck-up.

As you walked, your thoughts wandered back to how the night had ended. Or, more accurately, to what had happened just before you’d been interrupted by the very topic of your conversation. Capa. You had been about to open your mouth to answer Cora’s question about him… or, not answer. You had actually been planning to make a joke and shift the attention away from yourself, specifically so that you wouldn’t have to give a straight yes or no. Because, of course, you didn’t want either of the other girls to know-

“Hey, wait up!”

A voice behind you caused you to jump. You turned to see Cassie, already catching up behind you, oddly chipper considering that she’d been the one drinking more of the vodka than anybody last night.

“Hey, Cas.”

She fell into step beside you, easily keeping up with your sluggish pace. You tried to straighten up and match her energy, but it was hard to when all you wanted to do was crawl back in bed.

“Harvey just stopped me in the hallway,” Cassie told you. “Said something about getting you to file a report? I just wanted to warn you; he seemed pissed.”

Great - now Harvey was sending your friends after you.

“Yeah, we already talked about it,” you muttered.

“You okay?” Cassie asked. “You look miserable.”

You felt miserable. And not just because of last night. For the past few weeks, you’d felt off. Moody. Unfocused. You'd been trying to push through it, but you felt yourself losing ground, and you were frustrated.

It was partly to be expected - at least according to Searle, the ship’s de facto therapist, who you had talked to about your problems a few days ago. Space travel was taxing on the body, and sometimes doubly so on the mind. You felt cooped up, and getting mildly drunk with Cassie and Corazon only provided a temporary distraction.

“Cabin fever?” Cassie guessed.

“Something like that,” you agreed.

Cassie sighed. “Cora was right. We all really need to get laid.”

“Cassie!”

You hissed her name, spinning around to check that no one was behind you eavesdropping. The last thing you needed was a repeat of last night.

“Relax - I’m not saying I’ll fuck you, so don’t get all excited,” Cassie joked. “But she is right. It gets to you, after a while.”

It certainly did, and you could attest to that fact. Last night it had seemed almost funny; giggling with your friends over missing your vibrators. But the truth was, three long months into your journey, you were already starting to go stir crazy from a life of near-celibacy.

“Maybe you just need to blow off some steam.” Cassie prodded, not letting up.

“Cas, no offense, but can we not discuss my sex life until I've been awake for at least twenty minutes?”

“What sex life?” Cassie laughed, a little too loudly, and you hurried to shush her again. “I'll shut up,” she promised, continuing on, “but all I'm saying is you look like you could use it.”

With one more conspiratorial giggle, she left, walking ahead of you down the bright hallway. You groaned inwardly, knowing she was right but also that there was nothing you could do about it.

You went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face.

The day seemed to drag on worse than it ever had. You tried to remind yourself to be grateful; that you were lucky enough to have been selected as a member of the small crew in the first place, and that your mission was important to the fate of mankind. But it all felt so trivial when you couldn't focus on anything other than the building feeling of dissatisfaction that ached between your legs.

Talking about Capa last night really hadn't helped things. He was all you could think about as you tried in vain to get your work done. Twice, you caught yourself making mistakes in your calculations as your mind started to drift elsewhere.

What gave him the right to walk around in those tank tops, showing off his perfect arms and chiseled shoulders - that's what you wanted to know. And why did he even have such sexy arms to begin with? He was a physicist, for god's sake. He sat in his lab all day doing nothing that should have given him such infuriatingly noticeable forearm definition.

Capa had a habit of putting his hands on his hips or in his pockets while he talked, and of running his fingers over his lips when he was thinking. Somehow, everything he did seemed to make a couple of thin veins poke just below his skin, as if to tease you into thinking what he'd look like holding you up against a wall. These were all little things you had noticed - found it impossible not to, actually - and they drove you crazy. Being cooped up was one thing, but being cooped up with Robert Capa was a whole other problem.

Cora was right, though. He was unapproachable at best and actively self-isolating at worst. Capa was the pariah of the crew, and whether or not he intended to be, acting that way made him come across as kind of rude. But to you, that only added to the appeal. The idea of getting with a guy who was so aloof made your fantasies run wild.

That night, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You slipped into your small room, dimmed the lights to thirty percent power, and shrugged out of your shirt and pants.

This was nothing you hadn't done before; it wasn't exactly groundbreaking stuff to masturbate when you were horny. For weeks now, though, it hadn’t really been enough to scratch the itch that seemed to grab hold of you whenever you were around Capa. But it dulled the ache, and for now that was the best you could hope for.

Your bed was more of a bunk, recessed partially into the wall. You laid down on the springy mattress and sighed as your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear. You were still in your panties and bra, feeling self conscious about stripping all the way down even though you were alone in your room.

It felt like everybody was living right on top of each other, although luckily your dorm was at the very end of a row, so you only had a neighbor on one side. Unfortunately, that one neighbor just so happened to be Capa.

Knowing that he was so physically close only added to your frustration as your fingers swept over your clit. But still, it wasn’t like you had a choice about Capa being in the room next to you, and you certainly didn't have anywhere else to do this. Your fingers trailed lower, over your core, and you gasped.

You were already wet. Of course you were; after doing nothing but daydreaming about Capa for practically the entire day, how could you not be? You pictured his face from last night; how he had briefly looked at each one of you as you’d sat around the table with your two friends. The rush that it sent through your veins was electric. Your cheeks felt hot as you imagined him, his eyes holding slight disappointment while he looked at you.

You weren't sure why that turned you on, but it did. You wanted him to look at you with that soft little frown; his blue eyes piercing through you as if they could see every dirty fantasy that played out behind your own eyelids.

You sped up, using your fingers to collect some of the wetness that eagerly pooled between your legs, and then bringing them back up to rub at your clit. Slow circles at first, and then desperate with more pressure. Your mattress squeaked, and you hissed, bringing the hand that wasn't touching yourself down to grab at the cotton sheets.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, careful to stay as quiet as you could.

The only sound in the room aside from your moans was the wet noise that greeted you as you stuck two fingers into yourself, not bothering to warm up with just one. You needed this. You needed more, but this was the best you were getting. You curled your fingers, arching your back and daring to let a whisper of his name cross your lips.

A few seconds later, you were stopped by a knock at your door.

You barely had time to pull your fingers out, scrambling to sit up and cover yourself with a blanket as your door slid open. There were no locks, which usually wasn't a problem, except of course at times like this when it really reminded you that you had absolutely no privacy.

You were expecting Cassie - she had a habit of barging in, instead of waiting for you to answer her knock. But instead, you were greeted again by the very face you had been picturing only seconds ago.

“Capa?”

Your voice felt strangely small in the cramped space. Capa stepped through the door, letting it hiss closed behind him. His face was expressionless, except for the barest hint of that pout that drove you so crazy.

He didn’t answer right away, but took a step closer and leaned up against the wall that separated his room from yours. Then, his lips curled into a smile.

“You really don’t realize how thin these walls are, do you?”

The implication of his words crept up on you, until finally your face was frozen in a look of sheer horror.

“How much did you hear?” you asked, voice just barely above a whisper.

“Enough.” Capa shifted his weight, pushing himself off of the wall to stand up. “Enough to figure out the answer to that question Corazon asked you last night.”

“You heard that, too?” you groaned.

Capa walked over and sat down on the edge of your bed. Not touching you yet or getting too close, but hovering just out of reach in a way that made your skin tingle and your heart do flips. You had no clue if he was torturing you or inviting you to make the next move.

“D’you always think about me when you touch yourself?” Capa asked, bringing the volume of his voice down to match yours.

He sounded so sexy like that. He must have known what he was doing to you; his eyes were practically glowing with mirth and his lips were still curled into that smile. You shifted uncomfortably.

“I’d… rather not answer that,” you choked out.

Capa’s eyes darkened. No answer was as much of an affirmation as admitting it.

“You should have just asked for my help,” Capa teased. “You obviously need something. And it’s not like I’m twiddling my thumbs over there. Cumming into my own hand got old weeks ago.”

Your whole face burned hot with embarrassment at what he was admitting. And yet, at the same time, you shivered. The blanket you’d haphazardly thrown over yourself only covered your waist, and your bare shoulders were suddenly prickled with goosebumps.

Finally, Capa reached out and put a warm hand on your shoulder, then dragged it down the side of your arm, taking your bra strap with it.

“Want me to touch you?” he asked.

His voice was low, and you could feel yourself getting pulled down with it. You knew that it would be stupid to do this; sleeping with Capa could only open a Pandora’s box. If it was good, you wouldn’t be able to get off on your own fingers for the rest of your time on the ship. If it was bad, you still had years to spend cramped up together. Your room right next to his in the already-tight quarters. It wasn’t as if you’d be able to avoid him after an awkward hook-up.

Suddenly, though, you realized that you were thinking way too much.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Capa’s hand trailed farther down your arm; grabbed your wrist. You bit your cheek, wary of making any more noises after his earlier comment. All the crew’s quarters were laid out close together; if you were too loud, the whole ship would hear.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Capa hummed, bringing you close as he leaned in, his lips practically brushing against yours. That seemed like a good enough place to start as any.

“K-kiss me - please,” you whimpered.

Capa’s lips found yours, and the rush that surged through you was almost overwhelming. It had been months since you’d kissed anyone, and the press of his slightly chapped lips against yours was doing more to you than it should have.

Your mouth opened, and his tongue instantly pushed in. He was moving slow, but with a hunger that sent your mind racing with thoughts of what he could do to you if you asked. You felt Capa’s breath against your face; heard the low moan that vibrated through both of you as it came from the depths of his chest.

“What else?” Capa urged, pulling away. “We both know that’s not all you want.”

You could hardly think straight, much less put together a sentence. Instead, you guided his hand to your chest, and felt as his fingers squeezed. As he did, he leaned back in for another kiss.

You had put Capa’s hand over your bra, but he quickly slipped it under the fabric to rake over your bare skin. His fingers pressed into you, kneading at delicate flesh. You moaned, opening your mouth against his kiss again, and he bit hungrily at your lips.

“So soft,” he murmured, flicking a thumb over your nipple. “But that’s not where you really want me to touch…”

His voice was airy, even as he gripped at you with an intensity that almost hurt. He lowered his rough hand from your breast, and pushed past the blanket still draped over your legs. Teasing at the hem of your panties for only a second, he deepened the kiss as his fingers pushed lower and lower. Finally, he reached the wetness that was still pooling between your legs.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he groaned. You felt your cheeks heat up again. “You really want it that badly?”

“Fuck, Capa,” you whined.

“Want me to touch you like this?” he teased, voice still husky as he pressed one finger into you.

He had barely pushed in the pad of his fingertip, and you were already sinking into the mattress, unable to hold yourself up. Capa added a second finger, then repositioned himself, squeezing into the too-small bed with you to hover over your frame as his fingers roamed deeper.

“Yes - just like that,” you begged. “Don't stop.”

Capa curled his fingers inside you, and you opened your mouth in a silent gasp. Your eyes had squeezed shut, and when you opened them again, you saw him looking pleased with himself, gazing down at you as you lost your mind over his touch.

“Bet you've thought about me doing this,” he whispered. “Isn't that right?”

“Yes-” Your voice hitched. “Yes- ah- thought about- cumming on your fingers.”

Capa smirked and brought his lips to your ear.

“You're not gonna cum on my fingers.”

He pulled them out of you, and you groaned at the loss. You felt his stubble scrape your cheek as he got up off of you, and you watched, half in a trance, as he took off his boxers. You hadn't even noticed until now, but he was just in his underwear and a t-shirt. He pulled the shirt off, too, and then went about removing the last of your clothes.

You suddenly had the urge to cover yourself; like you now had too much on display even though Capa had already been watching your face twist in pleasure while he was knuckle-deep in you. You brought your arms up to cover your chest, but Capa gently brushed them away.

“Don't be shy; it's nothing I haven't already imagined,” he winked.

Again, the implications had you almost slack-jawed. You had no idea if it was true or if he was just teasing you, but you really didn't care.

“Let me show you what I've thought about,” Capa went on.

He took your hand and brought it to his hard cock, wrapping your fingers around it. He sighed a little as you touched him, softly, and the sound sent another shiver down your spine.

“C’mon - wanna feel you,” Capa said, his eyes half-hooded. “Use your hand. Squeeze me.”

Your heart fluttered as you followed his instructions; tightening your grip on his shaft until he was groaning above you. You gave him a few tentative pumps.

“So good,” Capa groaned.

The dull ache had returned between your legs; you were still missing the touch of his fingers. Even though you were happy to touch him as well, you needed the friction. You started to squirm, rubbing your legs together.

“Impatient,” Capa laughed. “Don't worry - m’not gonna tease you too much longer.”

His mouth dipped to your neck, pressing a kiss along your collarbone. Your hand flexed, and Capa groaned deeply again. The sound was enough to send you reeling; you thought you might come from his voice alone if he didn't hurry up.

“Stop teasing,” you begged. Breathless, and fully aware of just how desperate you sounded.

“I guess we've both waited long enough, huh?” Capa chuckled.

Your hand relaxed, and Capa’s came up to guide himself, hovering right at the space where you wanted him, but not pushing in just yet.

“Be quiet now,” Capa reminded you, and he kissed you as he started to press in. “Wouldn’t want anybody to hear you.”

You would have cried out, not caring who heard you or how loud you were, had Capa's lips not been pressed roughly against yours, swallowing your muffled moan as he bottomed out. He pulled back to watch you, panting like a dog beneath him, and smirked again.

“Fuck, this is so much better than my hand,” he said, breathing a little heavy himself. “M’not gonna last long.”

The idea sent your head spinning all over again, and your legs squeezed his hips a little tighter. The thought of Capa, coming too quick as he buried himself inside you, turned you on so much that you moaned out loud, and Capa quickly slapped a hand over your mouth. His palm was rougher than you'd imagined it.

“Told you to be quiet,” he warned.

When he started to move, you were grateful for the hand covering your lips, because without it you certainly would have woken the whole crew. As it was, Capa had to press his palm a little harder to muffle the moans that escaped. You were shameless; couldn't think about anything but the way his cock was stretching you out and spearing into you. It was more than enough to make you forget where you were.

“Not that I don't normally love hearing you get off,” Capa whispered, “but if you keep doing that, we're gonna get caught.”

Had he heard you the other times you'd touched yourself? You thought of him, silently palming his cock in the next room over, listening to your soft moans and breathy sighs as you tried - and failed - to stay quiet.

Capa, unlike you, still had control of his voice; never letting it rise above a whisper. You wished you could hear him - how you were really making him feel. You bet he would make the prettiest noises if he'd let himself.

“Gonna be good?” Capa asked as he sped up.

You nodded, and he removed his hand. Instantly, the way his cock hit a spot deep inside of you made you hiss with pleasure, teeth clenched as you fought to stay quiet.

“Fuck, Capa - driving me crazy,” you breathed.

“I know,” he agreed. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“If you can stay quiet, then you can cum on my cock.”

The way it felt like he was giving you permission sent another wave of heat through your whole body. You wanted to come for him. The feeling that had been steadily building now felt like it was nearly about to flow out of you; you could so easily let yourself fall over into oblivion.

“Can’t stay quiet,” you whined. “God, you feel so- ah!”

You gasped as Capa’s cock twitched inside of you, his hips continuing to swirl against yours. He was almost there, too; you could feel it. And the realization only pushed you closer.

“Shit,” Capa swore.

He was clearly at odds with himself, over whether to cover your mouth again so that the two of you wouldn’t get caught, or give in and let you scream for him. His hips faltered, and you moaned again. He was running out of time to make a decision.

“Bite down on my shoulder,” he said, finally. “Fuck - I’m gonna come.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You had thought very often about what it would be like to sink your teeth into his skin. Seeing even an inch of it peeking out from behind the collar of his shirt or on display in one of those fucking tank tops was enough to drive you crazy. You bit down, just in time as you finally let yourself give in to the building pressure.

As you bit him, Capa swore again, and scrambled to pull out of you, as best he could with your bodies still pressed together. He was coming, white ropes painting your stomach as you came down from your own high.

You wished you had gotten to squeeze him more. The idea of him emptying into you as you milked his cock was almost too good to imagine. As your senses returned, you realized that Capa was speaking to you.

“So… Did you enjoy me teaching you about physics?” He was panting, but there was still light in his voice as he teased you, echoing Cora’s words from last night.

“Stooop,” you protested.

“If you didn’t, we don’t have to do this again,” Capa teased.

“Noo,” you mewled, voice still weak from your orgasm. “Can’t go back to fucking my fingers now…”

“Yeah,” Capa agreed, bringing his lips down for another rough kiss. “Me neither.”

The next night, Cassie proposed taking out the vodka again, and the three of you met in the canteen, as usual. Prepared for another late night of gossiping.

“You seem brighter today,” Cassie noticed, facing you.

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m feeling a little better.”

You left it at that. You weren’t sure how long you and Capa could keep your new arrangement a secret, but you also weren’t rushing to tell the girls. The bottle of vodka made its first round, and the three of you started to speculate about which member of your small crew was most likely using up all the hot water. You’d all been taking freezing cold showers for weeks.

Only a few minutes passed before Capa came sauntering into the room again. Just like last time, he glanced at your group before reaching up to get something out of a cabinet.

“You three never learn, do you?” he commented.

You felt your cheeks start to heat up again. His eyes focused on you, briefly, and then moved on to something else. Cassie puffed up, straightening in her seat as she faced him.

“Go away, Capa,” she huffed. “This is a private conversation.”

Capa came over to lean on the table, glaring down at your small group.

“Oh yeah, I’m so interested in your riveting conversations about how I get off and roll over.”

Cassie’s face turned red. Corazon glared at him. And you felt your soul fully exit your body.

“You were eavesdropping on us?” Cassie shrieked.

“No - you just weren’t being quiet,” Capa corrected.

“The walls here are too damn thin,” Cora muttered.

Capa had a small smile as he straightened up and walked off, pausing just before he exited the room. He turned around, staring blankly at Cassie as he spoke.

“I’m not upset or anything,” he said. “And besides, your friend over there knows it’s not true, so…”

He left, taking with him all the air in the room. Cassie and Cora stared at each other, eyes wide in disbelief, and then pointed their gaze at you.

“You fucked Capa?!” Cassie shouted.

“Cassie, hush,” Cora snapped. She leaned in. “But seriously, we need all the details. Spill.”

You buried your face in your hands, trying in vain to hide your embarrassment. Your two friends badgered you relentlessly, begging for the whole story behind how it happened.

Somewhere else in the ship, Capa smirked.

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