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[kitten4sannie]

ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ

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pairing: personal trainer! yeosang x fem! reader

genre: pure smut

summary: you love your weekly visits with your personal trainer. he always stretches you out just right.

w.c: 2.4k

warnings: mean(ish) dom! yeo, sub! reader, 15 year age gap, seduction, teasing, sir kink, dirty talk, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, auralism, groping, half dressed kink ig?, cumming untouched, oral (receiving), fingering, squirting, brief deep throating, unprotected sex on a yoga mat, creampie

a/n: i done lost it guys TT just imagining having messy sex with mean dilf yeo somehow adds and takes off ten years of my life at the same time like some pemdas shit aughhh… i hope you enjoy this filthy mess <33

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“What do you mean you’re breaking up with me?” you gasped into your phone, holding a hand against your chest, personally offended that your boyfriend of six months would suggest such a thing. “And what about my personal trainer? He’s like fifteen years older than me. Baby. You really think I would do that to you?” 

“Y/N, I’ve seen him with my own eyes. I know you’re fucking him, and I’m over it. It’s over,” your boyfriend repeated into your ear, just ripping the bandaid off then and there. 

“You can’t do that. We’re not breaking up,” you scoffed, wrapping a lock of your hair around your finger, your lips forming a pout. “Babyyy, come on, you’re being so dumb right now.” 

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he quickly said, before hanging up. 

“Ugh.” Pissed off, you tossed your phone onto your canopy style bed, knocking one of your limited edition plushies off and onto the carpeted floor in the process. You turned to your full length mirror, glaring back at your scrunched-up face, your hands formed into fists near your tiny tennis skirt. “If he thinks I’m fucking my personal trainer, then I’ll fuck my personal trainer, alright.”

And so, your petty, self-righteous plan of spiteful revenge was set. You were a smart girl. You knew exactly what to do to get your ridiculously sexy personal trainer to break his professional and moral codes. All you had to do was wear something impossibly tight without anything underneath and moan a little louder when he was stretching you out. It was as simple as that. Right? 

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Yeosang was everything a woman desired, all the way down to his persistent ability to respect them. He respected you, almost too much in your opinion. Here you were bent over in a ‘stretching position’ right in front of him, wearing a too-tight pair of gray leggings and the tiniest sports bra known to man, knowing damn well he could see the way you had your tits all pushed together for his viewing pleasure in the mirror, yet his eyes remained on yours. 

“How does it feel, Y/N? Are you tight anywhere like last time?” Yeosang asked, his voice, like dripping honey, filled your body with a comforting warmth. He studied your stretching form, one hand resting comfortably underneath his scruffy chin, the other on his hip. 

Your knees trembled slightly underneath you, urging you to return to a resting position, eventually sitting on your knees. You looked up to him, your eyelids lowering slightly, a pout on your glossy lips. “Really tight, yeah. I think I need help, Yeo…” 

“Then, I need you to lay down on your back for me,” he replied in a soft, though stern tone that made your cunt pulse, getting down onto his knees beside you with a small grunt. “Show me where, Y/N. You can do that, yeah?” 

Just as you laid down on the yoga mat, a fresh wave of slick slipped out of you. Damn him. He should be getting worked up over you, not the other way around. How would it be an act of petty revenge if you were soaking wet just from hearing your personal trainer’s absurdly sexy voice? 

“Nnngh, it’s right here…” you exhaled, feeling out your stiff hips, looking up at him past your lashes. “I need some stretching out, I think.” 

“Mm, I see. Well, let’s get you taken care of,” Yeosang nodded as his lips curled up into a somewhat mischievous smile, positioning himself so that he was in between your spread legs, wrapping his hands around one of your thighs and gently pushing it down towards your body, causing you to gasp. “Just relax for me, sweetheart…that’s it…” 

You were about to lose your mind, trying harder and harder not to let out a pornograhic moan the more Yeosang pushed his body weight onto you, your lower halves practically flush together. You wondered if he could feel how wet you were through your leggings, knowing there were no panties to catch your slick. “Yeosang…fuck…” 

Yeosang pushed down a little further, nodding his head apologetically. “I know, sweetheart, I know it hurts, but it’ll be worth it,” He gave you a charming smile, his fingers squeezing into the flesh of your thigh, pushing you down further, until the ache of your muscles matched the ache inside your cunt. “Still hurts?” 

“No, it feels good now, keep going, Yeo,” you sighed out, your eyes glazing over with lust, gently running your hand over his, sensing a hint of desire when it began to peer through Yeosang’s own lingering gaze, his hands moving towards your other thigh, beginning to give it the same treatment. 

“That’s a good girl,” Yeosang praised innocently enough, pressing your other thigh down against your body, leaning his body weight on you just enough to drive you mad, you cunt clenching around nothing. His other hand slipped around your opposite hip, expertly massaging it around with his calloused fingers. “Mm, you’re almost there. Just a little more…” 

“Yes, sir,” you sighed out, swearing you heard Yeosang’s breath get caught inside his throat just as soon as you felt something hard and heavy forming against your lower abdomen, hoping you weren’t just imagining it with your overheated brain. “I’m still so tight, Yeo…be gentle…” 

Yeosang bit into his bottom lip, coming to terms with your current shared predicament, wondering if you were both on the same page, but not fully knowing if he should cross several professional boundaries or not. Regardless, here he was, already pressing his stiff erection into his very young, very horny client’s cunt through her soaked leggings. What did he have to lose? His license maybe, and the respect of his peers perhaps, but it was worth the risk, especially now that most of the blood in his body had left his brain and filled up his heavy cock.

“Gentle, huh?” he chuckled deeply, pulling back slightly to admire the sight of your soaked cunt through your slick-stained leggings. “Sure you don’t want it rough, considering the way you’ve been dripping for me this entire time?” He ran two fingers down the legging seam that separated your puffy folds, rubbing them into your clit, making you let out another gasp. “Thought you could hide this from me, did you? I could feel how wet you were getting…”

“Fuck– Nooo, Yeo, I just wanted you to see it for yourself,” you answered whinily, spreading your legs open just a little wider, grabbing at the waistline of your leggings to make the shape of your cunt more pronounced, your pout returning. “Do you like it, sir?”  

“Jesus, of course I do. My slutty little client shows off her wet cunt and thinks I wouldn’t like it? Huh? Did you think I would be able to hold myself back?” Yeosang shook his head out of disbelief of his insane luck, taking his time running his calloused fingers up and down your clothed slit, admiring the way the material formed to the shape of it. 

Fuck it. You were too desperate now to reclaim any semblance of control over the situation, your act of personal revenge long forgotten, your mind only having enough space in it to think about Yeosang and getting used by him.

“I did it because I want to be your slut, Yeo. Please? Can I? I’ll be so good for you.” You began to move your hips along with his movements, in desperate need of more friction, more pleasure at your disposal, begging him with your glistening doe eyes. 

“Of course you can be my little slut, princess. You already are. I mean, just look at you, whoring yourself out for your personal trainer like this,” Yeosang groaned out, just as he lifted your ass up into the air by your hips, licking his lips. “I’ll make you mine, sweetheart.” And with that, he tore your leggings open just enough to expose your leaking cunt, leaning down slightly to take a deep inhale of your warm, flowery scent. “God, you’re completely soaked for me, Y/N. You’ve been wanting this so bad, haven’t you? Just dreaming about my tongue inside this tight hole of yours, huh?” 

“Yess, oh my god, please eat me out, Yeo, I’m begging,” you squeaked out from below him, already teary-eyed, ready to beg on your knees for the older man’s attention if you had to. 

Yeosang took an experimental lick up your cunt, already collecting enough slick inside his mouth for him to swallow down happily, idly working your clit with two agile fingers. “Do you play with your little clit like this and think of me before you go to sleep at night, Y/N?” he asked huskily against your cunt, beginning to lap at your leaking hole, teasing it with his tongue. “Huh? Do you think about me stretching you out with my tongue? With my cock?” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moaned, just as Yeosang’s tongue fully slid inside you to rub at your inner walls, tongue-fucking you in a ravenous manner, his fingers still flicking at and squeezing your clit, your juices dripping down the lower-half of his face. “Fuck…! Yeosang…!” 

“Uh-huhhh…” he moaned into you, sending pleasurable vibrations through your cunt, eventually replacing his tongue with two more fingers, fucking you so quickly, you couldn’t even get a chance to breathe. “That’s it, baby, you’re so close, aren’t you? Going to squirt for me, yeah? Is my slut going to cum all over my face?” 

“Yes–fuck, Yeo–” you could barely call out, your muscles tightening suddenly, your lower half pulsing more and more until you let out an involuntary cry, clear liquid squirting out of you and pouring onto Yeosang’s face, spilling onto the yoga mat, and soaking into the material of your torn leggings, some dripping along your abdomen.  

“Oh my god, that’s a gooood girl, look at you…” Yeosang praised shakily, gently slurping up your squirt from your twitching cunt, moaning into it, his softening cock resting against his cum-covered inner thigh. “What a good little slut you are, Y/N.” 

“Good enough for cock?” you simply asked from below, reaching up to spread your cunt apart further for him, all while gazing up at him with barely open eyes, still swimming in your post orgasm bliss. “Wanna be stuffed, Yeo. Please?”  

Your adorably filthy behavior alone made Yeosang harder than he’s been in a long time, making him want to join in on the fun. He wasted no time positioning himself so that his knees were on either side of your head, slowly lowering his joggers until his long, veiny cock sprung out in front of your face. “I think you should drool on my cock for me first, princess. Maybe take it down that pretty throat of yours. Sound good?”

“Yes, sir,” you obeyed, opening your mouth wide enough to take what you could of Yeosang’s impressive length inside, gagging immediately when he began to fuck into your throat, dribbles of spit leaking down your chin. “Mmmfff…” 

Gutteral groans routinely escaped Yeosang’s throat, continuing to pump himself into your mouth, unable to release himself from the tight, warm confines of your now bulging throat. “God, you’re taking me so fucking well, princess. Wish I could watch you swallow my load down…” He suddenly pulled out, resting the tip of his heavy cock on your saliva-streaked lips, letting you lazily lap up the beads of pre-cum that spilled from it. “Gotta fuck you, though. I know that slutty cunt needs to be filled with cock.” 

“Fuck, yes, sir, give it to me,” you purred against his cockhead, sucking and slurping on it like it was candy, only stopping when he pulled away to lower himself down your body, until his cock was slowly pressing into your willing hole instead. 

“Doesn’t matter whose cock, huh?” he asked in his low, honey-like voice, wrapping his fingers around your hips, massaging into them like before, only this time he was sliding you onto his pulsing length little by little until he had completely bottomed out inside. 

“Mm-hm. I love cock, especially yours, Yeo,” you admitted breathily, the shame you felt only increasing your arousal, barely able to hook your thighs around his waist when he began to quickly pump himself into you, your hole swallowing his thick cock up each time.

“You’ll let a–fuck–older guy…someone who’s your personal trainer…nnngh…use you like their own personal cum dump and–” He pulled out suddenly, only to plunge himself deep into your cunt, making you cry out. “–pump you full of his cum as long as you’re getting stuffed and bred. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Uh-huh…!” you cried, unable to keep yourself from moaning and whining each time Yeosang slammed himself into you. “Fuck me like the slut I am…Please, sir…” 

“Oh godd, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Y/N, gonna fuck your goddamn brains out,” Yeosang gruffed out in between brutal thrusts, resorting to grabbing and holding your wrists down so that you couldn’t get away from him, drilling his aching cock into your squelching hole like he was getting paid to do it, which he technically was. Life was good for Yeosang.

Yeosang did indeed fuck your brains out. He fucked you until you didn’t know which way was up or down. The only thing that brought you back to reality was something warm and thick gushing inside you, Yeosang’s calloused hand holding your own down against your abdomen, his nasty words barely reaching your hazy mind. 

“You feel that, princess? All the cum I’m filling this whore-hole up with?” he asked you softly in between harsh pants, a few beads of sweat sliding down his sharp chin and landing onto your flushed face. 

You could hardly move, let alone form a coherent sentence. “Yes, yes, yes…” 

“I want to see it…Want you to see what I’ve done to you.” Yeosang slowly pulled out of you, milking the tip of his cock, groaning softly, leaving a few more spurts of his load on your puffy cunt, a few drops of it getting onto the torn hole inside your leggings. 

He gently turned you around, so that you were facing the mirror on the wall, reaching past your spread thighs to spread open your cunt with his thumbs, laying his lips against your ear, “Look. You got cum leaking out of you, your leggings are all torn up, and you got squirt all over the mat too...Do you see what a mess you’ve become for me, Y/N?” 

“Yeah, I see, Yeo. I love it…” You gazed at his hazy reflection in the mirror with hearts in your eyes, wishing you had seduced your personal trainer at an earlier date. 

Inhaling your flowery scent once more, Yeosang pressed a kiss onto your cheek, nuzzling it. “That’s my girl.” He tilted his head to the side, his hands rubbing into your sore hips. “Same time next week?” 

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One time during my Slut Era the most beautiful lesbian came into my store to convince me to join a gym. I had no interest in joining a gym but I literally lost cognitive function near her and told her maybe because I kept losing my train of thought looking at her.

I told my buddy about it to make fun of myself and first he asked how I knew she was a lesbian to which I just gave him a flat look. Later she’d go on to reference her wife and I gave him a smug smile. But the second thing he asked was why I wasn’t gonna join a gym. I scoffed and said I didn’t see the point.

He insisted it was good to move your body and cajoled me into joining with him. I wasn’t diagnosed yet with any of my various ailments so three times a week we’d work out for an hour or two. I felt a screaming sourceless sense of badness from my body like I was dying as my body tried in vain to communicate I didn’t have the reserves for this. That part sucked.

But the upside was I was fit for the second time in my life the first I thought I had leg cancer. I had little biceps and the best part about having him as a gym buddy was he used to be a gym teacher.

He’d decide what we were working on and direct us to different machines. It was like a homebrew personal trainer and I didn’t feel awkward or like everyone was staring at me when we went together.

Then he got a girlfriend and I literally never saw him again.

[chocochozi]

The Other Woman.

Pairing : Sanemi Shinazugawa x Hashira! Reader.

Warning : Spoilers for the anime/manga, angst, second choice reader, some fighting

A/N : HIII THANKYOU FOR READINGGG IM SORRY IF ITS HORRIBLE ITS MY FIRST TIME BSNXNZKZ

From the very begining, i always knew that i was just a second choice.

It has always been her it will always be her.

Shinazugawa and me met during our final selection.

He was harsh at first but warmed up to me the next few days together in the Mount Fujikasane. Truth be told, he didn't even want me to stay, i was the one following him around because he was the only one that caught my attention i didn't know why. But something about him just makes me drawn to him.

We fought in the mountain infested with demons side by side. During those times, my then unrequited love for him developed.

Time past by and we were promoted to be Hashiras. Though, it was ashame when Kumeno; the man who helped Shinazugawa and introduced him to a proper trainer, tragically died during both of their encounter with one of the holder of Lower Rank One of the Twelve Kizuki.

There, we met her.

Kanae.

And i can't blame Sanemi for falling for her charms. Shes beautiful, kind, sweet, patient, and has an easy-going personality.

How can i ever compare to her? Im not even close.

Kanae was easy to get along with, after becoming the Ice Hashira, we've sometimes been paired up by Master Ubuyashiki for missions. Therefore, we knew each other quite well.

Seeing the way Sanemi looks at her with heart eyes shatters my heart knowing he loved her, not me. The look in his eyes says it all.

How could I hate her? She's such an angel.

She's perfect where i fail.

"Nemiii~" i whined, impatiently waiting for him to stop training and come with me to eat.

"What?" The white haired man still kept his stance not once even glancing at you.

"C'monnn, you said you'll come with me to the ramen shop near byyy"

Huffing in annoyance, he straighten his body, turning fully to you a defeated expression plastered on his face. "Fine," "Your treat." He added.

"Alright, Let's go!" I grabbed his hands dragging him out then suddenly, Kanae's crow came flying to us informing about the unfortunate event's that led to Kanae's inevitable death.

The news, of course made me upset, she was my friend after all. But Sanemi took the news harder if not, the third hardest after the other two Kocho's. Talking to him seemed impossible after Kanae's death. He avoided me, he avoided everyone. When i try to have a converstation with him, his respond is always just a short answer or a simple hum.

Master Ubuyashiki summoned us two, to inform us about a mission, where we're both paired up. The walk to the place was quiet accompanied by the occational noises of cicadas. I was tired and didn't want to waste my energy to a one sided conversation so i stayed quiet.

As we were walking i felt a presence of someone behind my back, quickly turning around, i saw that a demon was launching at me, while his clawed nails reached for me. A hand wrapped around my waist hopping backwards to get away from the demon, a groaned escaped my lips,

"You okay?" I felt Sanemi's warm breath on my ears i felt a head rushed to my cheeks as i regain my composure. 'Its so hard to focus when im working with you.' I thought.

"Y..yeah. im okay, yeah." I patted the back of my neck and looked at my hands.

Blood.

"Fuck," i tilt my head up and glanced at the demon, a smirk on his face i pulled away from Sanemi taking my sword out of its sheath and drawing it towards the enemy. I took a deep breath and released it out my mouth.

"Ice breathing, first form, Freezing Slash." I launched towards the demon rapidly and precisely strinking him and his neck. Pieces of him dropped to the ground, his detatched head rolling to the ground as it disappears into thin air.

Sanemi walked towards me. "Come here." He softly says, and i obeyed like a puppy. He patched up the wounds on the back of my neck and that day, we reconciled our friendship.

There were times where i wanted to confess to him but didn't want to take advantage of his vulnerable state. Then, that day came where i finally mustered up the courage to finally confess to him, at first he thought i was kidding but once he realize i wasn't, he became nervous. But he did gave the relationship a chance, and we began dating.

But i could never shake the feeling that i was just a replacement, a second choice for the woman he really loved.

"Sanemi! Nemi! Wait!" I yelled running after him.

"What's your place to interfere with me and my brothers problem huh?" He stopped walking and turned around to look at me, a dissapointed look on his face was visible.

"Im sorry, i though– i though it would help.."

"Help with what?!"

"I..i don't know. When you told me about that story about your mother i–" a shaky breath escapes my lips.

"I know how to handle my own brother, and you're out of it." His tone as cold as ice.

"I thought that maybe it will help you move on.."

He stepped towards me, one of his eye brows upwards with a confused look on his face. "Move on from what?"

"From every thing thats keeping you from moving on."

"Why? What do you even know about how i feel? Do you know all the things i had to go to?" His eyes shifted. "Of course not."

"So stop acting like you know my pain, and stop acting like you own it!" His voice raised on the last sentence. "And you can't just say to me when i can move on."

I stood there, in silence. My glossy orbs looking at him.

"Even Kanae who is with me in everything, who knows everything, didn't interfere with my decisions."

That was my last straw.

"Im not Kanae, so stop comparing me to her!"

"You're right, you're not Kanae, and you will never be Kanae." He pointed his finger at me. I looked at him in the eye a tear sliding down my cheeks.

"Kanae is dead. She's not coming back Nemi, but until now you're still acting as if she is here."

"Because she is! She's here!" He pointed at his chest where his heart is.

"If she's there then where am i?.. " my voice quiet but shaky. "Forget it." I walked passed him heading to the door that leads out of his estate. My hand made its way to my mouth to stop myself from crying even louder, the other slid the door open.

I wanted him to chase after me, to tell me we will be okay. But he never did.

How foolish of me to even think that you will. I wonder, if i were to be her will you chase after me?

[lxvemaze]

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pairing: ot5!txt x reader

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a/n: if ya'll liked this, i'd appreciate a like and reblog!! i love you all!!

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⚝soobin

literally a romcom boyfriend. he does all the things you thought you'd only see in a romance movie; he opens doors for you, doesn't let you pay for dinner, gives you flowers, and walks you to your door at the end of a date. and he does it all with a smile on his face. BC HE LOVES TO DO IT!! he loves to make you feel loved! plus, your family loves him!! he's the type of boyfriend that any mom would want their kid to have! would 100% buy your mom flowers before meeting her for the first time and wins her over immediately! if you two end up living together, he'd looove to make dinner for you. even if he's not the greatest at cooking, he'd try his hardest to master all your favorite dishes. if you two ever fight, he will not want either of you to leave or go to bed until you get it resolved. he hates fighting with you :(( soobin is THE dream boyfriend.

⚝yeonjun

he's the boy that your family would be wary of at first, but end up loving him as one of their own. even you think that he's too cool for you at first- but you find out pretty quickly that he's just a silly guy. loves to go shopping with you! we all know how much yeonjun loves fashion, so im convinced that this would be one of his favorite pastimes with you! if you're not super into fashion, he'd love to pick out outfits for you! and if you are into fashion, he'd love to experiment and share a wardrobe with you! i think he'd like to just lounge around the house with you! watching tv, laying in bed, showering together, whatever! he just likes to be near you :)

⚝beomgyu

dating beomgyu, you'd literally be attached at the hip with him. he's like a puppy when he hears you grab your keys, he comes running over like, "where you going? what are you doing? can i come?" like, broski, you're just going to the store???? along with that, he'll just yap at you 24/7. he'll be talking to you, and if you need to pee or smth, you just stand up and go to the bathroom bc you know he'll just follow you in there and sit on the edge of the tub while you're peeing and he's still just talking about whatever. you love it, though. don't get me wrong! BIG cuddler. he likes to be little spoon :(

⚝taehyun

he likes to quietly admire you<3 you can just be taking your makeup off in your room and you'll see him in the mirror laying in the bed looking at you like ":))))" he just loves you so much! we all know taehyun is a very fit guy, so he'd probably like to go to the gym or hiking with you!! even if you're not a very active person yourself, he'd like to work out with you and act like a personal trainer of sorts. you'd be dying while doing the leg press, and he'd be like, "one more! you can do it!" after you got home from the gym, he'd be sure to massage your sore muscles after you took a shower<3

⚝hueningkai

i think we can all agree that hueningkai is the biggest loser ever! and i mean that in a very loving way! when you guys first start dating, he's soooo nervous, so you just kind of end up leading the way in the relationship. but as the relationship progresses, he starts loving to take care of you! he likes to make dinner reservations, he likes buying gifts for you, etc. but he's still so nervous about it! he'll probably be like "i made reservations for dinner! do you like that restaurant? we can go to a different one if you don't like it!" or "do you like that necklace i bought you??? i can buy a different one if you don't :(((" like, no bby you love everything he does for you<333 even after the relationship has gone on for literal years, he still needs that reassurance<3

thanks for reading!!

[cheriladycl01]

Could you fic for Fernando Alonso with wife reader? They're on vacation during the winter and she's cold, so she take a water bottle and cradle it. Nando saw it and felt jelly and left out🤭 I don't know if it make sense. Add something else to it if it's not right. Thanks!! :))

Finland Freeze - Fernando Alonso x WifeReader

Plot: Fernando decided to take you on a ski trip, however after testing out the bunny slopes and multiple falls you need to go back to the log cabin for some warmth, however Fernando feels as though he should be that warmth instead!

"Come on. It's not that hard!" your husband Fernando laughed from the bottom of the small hill. You look down at him, from up here the slope looked huge.

There was multiple kids going past you, throwing themselves into the activity while you stayed there apprehensively.

"Come on mi amor!" he shouts up to you. You take a few more seconds before starting pushing yourself down the slope on the ski's. You start to speed up and you try leaning into the turn but end up just plopping down into the icy slope. You look up, pulling your goggles up seeing your husband laughing at you with his hands on his knees.

A dad laugh.

You got up quickly rubbing the snow away from your now probably bruised bum. You start up again, taking the turns a little slower and manage to get down to your husband with only 2 more slip ups.

As you neared him, he opened his arms wide as if you were a toddler coming towards him. You however didn't fully slow to a stop, and end up falling in between his legs taking him down with you.

"Offph, I know when i married you I said till death do us part... but your taking that very seriously!" he jokes looking over you before helping you up from the snowy floor.

"Your the one who got me to come to Finland with you! I would have happily spent my winter in Dubai, or Australia!" you comment, pulling him into a hug.

The next few times and he comes down the hill with you, holding your hand and making sure to balance you back out when you start to skid.

After a few more hours, your getting too cold, your cheeks fully red and not enjoying the dropping temperatures. You say that you'll go back to the cabin on the ski resort to warm up while Fernando goes on the big slopes with his personal trainer.

You get in, changing from the damp skiing gear you were sporting and wrapping a dressing gown around you while you shove it all in the washing machine.

You quickly make your way over to the bathroom getting in the warm shower and rinsing of your body, keeping it on a warm temperature to try and warm up the furthest bits of your body.

You stayed there for at least 45 minutes, where you fingers slowly started to resemble prunes. You put on joggers and a hoodie of your husbands and some big fluffy socks. You make you way down to the living area turning the kettle on immediately. You grab the matches and light the wood inside the fireplace that Fernando had put there the previous night when you both realized you'd used most of it up.

Once the kettle has boiled you split the water, most of it going into the pink fluffy hot water bottle you'd conveniently taken with you, even though you'd been told you wouldn't need it. The other goes into making yourself a tea, using the last of the milk you guys had brought for the cup, noting you'd have to go to the little shop on the lodge sight later tonight.

You grab multiple unhealthy snacks that Fernando always held a grudge when he saw you lazing around on the sofa and his cheat day foods in hand on a random Wednesday.

You set yourself up on the sofa under a white fluffy blanket, nesting yourself down in between the large pillows. You hug the hot water bottle and turn on a new crappy rom-com in the Netflix recommended.

Fernando walks in the door, snow in his hair from the growing snow storm outside making you chuckle at his gruff entrance despite his small stature.

He walk over to you and leans down kissing your lips making you recoil away and bury down into your blankets more due to the coldness he brought.

"No kisses?" he asks looking at you with a tilted head and puppy dog eyes.

"You're cold hermoso" you smile shyly, not wanting to be rude but also wanting to keep warm.

"Hmmmm, i'll get changed and then you've got to let me in that bundle of warmth!" he exclaims before crossing over to the bedroom.

He comes back in a pair of shorts and t-shirt the outfit making your eyes widen shocked that he could even possibly be warm in that outfit. He starts to climb into your nest you've created pulling a random wrapper off you and into the little bin behind you both before he starts to undo all your hard work of keeping the warmth in.

"Mmmmm no please!" you complain hugging the water bottle closer trying to keep the warmth.

"I'm hurt mi amor! This bottle is a better source of heat than me? Your husband?" he asks looking over you and you want to nod you really do but his expression makes you just stay still as he starts to pull the blanket away from you. He lays down, re-wrapping the blanket around himself when he pulls your hot water bottle away.

You groan out a complain.

"Mmmm I'm better than this stupid bottle!" he says before snaking his hands up under your hoodie making you shiver and whine from how cold his hands are.

"Fernando!" you gasp when he fully flattens his hands on your back.

"We'll warm up soon" he smiles fully laying on your and hugging your body into his.

"I was warm until you showed up" you sigh starting to play with his hair that was under the blanket so your finger tips didnt get too cold.

Eventually the fire really kicked in and your body heats started to regulate meaning you were both warming each other up nicely now, to the point where you both fell asleep in your little nest of the sofa hugging each other with the soft voices from the next movie that had automatically played on in the back ground.

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[heartfullofleeches]

V being easy to be dominated is so funny when you imagine Darling being two sizes smaller than him

V does submit easier to a Darling that's taller/near his height, but if Darling pushes the right buttons he'll crumble no matter their size. Teases them to hell and back about it - but he can't say much when they have him gagged and strapped to his bed. Imagine that one personal trainer darling or maybe a neighbor of his who's an athlete/trained in self defense being barely five feet or somewhere in that range. They'd easily mop the floor with V and leave him breathless in more ways than one.

-

[Trainer Darling throws V to the ground, caging his head between their thighs as they hold onto his arm]

Trainer Darling: Had enough?

V: The only... reason you beat me is because most of my blood is currently rushing to my dick.

[Trainer Darling squeezes their legs tighter around V's skull.]

V: Ow....okay, ow- Fuck! Harder Wait, that's not what I- I-If you don't stop I think I'm gonna..... Shit, I give up- I give up!

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[starwarsanthropology]

Canon genders the clones, both individually and collectively, pretty aggressively. They're men, brothers, boys, sirs. Omega is notable for being the "female" clone, to the point where she's not recognized as a clone in a meaningful way.

But the clones grew up without gendered social groups! Despite how clones are gendered by external factors, gender is functionally a nonentity in their lives until they meet civilians, and civilians do a load of other weird shit anyway.

So why do they still use gendered language?

My argument is that feminine language isn't used as a gendered form of address, but as a form of address that reflects a specific kind of power dynamic and relationship between parties.

Given the structure of the clone army, the only people a vast majority of young clones interact with who could insist on being called ma'am are exclusively kaminoans.

The kaminoans view clones not as autonomous subjects, but as property. They have and expect complete control over their lives and actions. Incidentally, the female kaminoans we see (such as Nala Se) tend to demonstrate an even more proprietary perspectives on the clones.

You can question a sir, like your superiors or trainers, at your discretion, but you can't question a ma'am. A sir is someone who has power over you, but is somewhat responsible for you. The have personal accountability to you in some way. Sirs are responsible for men under them. A ma'am is someone whose power over you is absolute, an authority without accountability, who is not beholden to you but that you must obey. You are tool or a number to a ma'am.

And when you bring clones out into the wider galaxy, I'm not sure anyone would figure it out that quickly.

Say you're a new jedi general. You meet your men, and they address you as "ma'am". Maybe you correct and move on, figuring that they've grown up surrounded by thousands of identical men and aren't great at guessing genders based on social and appearance cues. Scuttlebutt has your forms of address spread through the men by the end of the day, and you don't think about it again.

The clones, on the other hand, take this correction as he/him jedi stating that they want to work with them and suppourt them despite having so much power over them, which fits with both what they know of the jedi and, most often, their leadership style.

She/her jedi (see Shaak Ti especially!), clones maybe treat a little more as absolute authorities. This gendered divide in behavior gets met with, "hm, maybe they're just not used to women." For many jedi, they eventually switch to calling them sir as well, especially as they build rapport.

For Shaak Ti specifically, she is an absolute authority as the representative of the Jedi on Kamino, not just as a figurehead but as a decision maker and educator. Even as the clones grow to trust and love her, she's a relatively distant and all-powered figure. She has near total authority over them, and clones might ask for help or suppourt, but there's no social obligation for those requests to be met, she's just kind. It's compassion, not duty.

Senators, there's a good mix of different factors that make it confusing. "Senator" is always an acceptable form of address if you're not sure how'd they react, even if they should be ma'ams by default, but they're either trying to build rapport for some reason or genuinely want to work with you when they say to call them sir, regardless of the actual power dynamic at play. The she/her senators that respect the clones are in the same boat as Shaak Ti: Padme Amidala may care about clone rights, but I am still just one of hundreds to her and she has no personal accountability to me. Her position is such that she should not and cannot owe me anything. Same with Riyo Chuchi, Mon Mothma, etc. etc.

And a civilian that insists on being called ma'am or sir is going to be an asshole either way, and they technically have power over clones without personal accountability or responsibility for them. It works.

Finally, Palpatine.

He's a slimy rat fuck who pretends to be affable and kind, so of course he's going to laugh and say, "Oh, no, call me Sir!" when you call him ma'am. He is not personally accountable to you, and he does not care about you, but it helps his image and it helps him manipulate people to pretend, so of course he's making you use sir to build false intimacy despite the fact that he's the ma'am of ma'ams, both in power gaps and lack of accountability for his treatment of clones.

So having clones using sir vs ma'am not as a reflection of gender but as a reflection of power? Yeah, I think it works.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Maneater

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Summary: Joe meets the Bengals’ new female athletic trainer and finds her infatuating, but other guys on the team warn him of her and her reputation.

(Part one to - part 2, part 3)

Warnings: None

Pairing: Joe Burrow x *athletic trainer* reader

Imagine Universe: Misc.

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August 9, 2022

“Yo, do you know what this last-minute meeting is ‘bout?” - Ja’Marr

“There's a meeting?” - Joe

I was just sitting at my locker after practice when Ja’Marr came striding up to me.

“Something about a new trainer, I heard.” - Sam

“Oh yeah?” - Joe

“Heard its a female.” - Tee yelled from around the corner

“Why do all of you people eavesdrop?” - Joe shook his head with a laugh.

——

“Okay, settle down everyone!” - Zac

At once. the entire meeting room went silent at the sound of our head coach's voice.

The franchise owner, Mike Brown, was standing next to him, seemingly about to announce something of his own.

“Mike you can take it from here.” - Zac

The older man gave Zac a nod and stood closer to the middle of the floor.

“Thanks for all of you coming together at such short notice, but I'd like to introduce you to our newest hire. She's an astounding athletic trainer and is here to keep you guys healthy as well as get the injured healthy. y/n, would you please step out?” - Mike

The new athletic trainer, y/n, stepped out, and she was one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever laid eyes on.

“Woah.” - someone mumbled

“Hey guys, I'm super excited to be working with the Bengals this season! I grew up in Cincinnati as a Bengals fan, so this is a full-circle moment for me! I'll be in my office if you have any questions you'd like me to answer.” - you smiled

When everyone left the meeting room, there was a bustle in the locker room, with almost every player talking about y/n’s striking beauty.

Unlike everyone else, though, instead of talking about her, I went to her office to talk to her.

Firmly, I knocked on her office door.

“Come in!” - you

After taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

She sent a warm smile my way, and I sent one back.

“Hi, Mr. Burrow! Do you have a question, or is there anything I can help you with?” - you

“No, actually. I just wanted to welcome you to the organization.” - Joe

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Burrow.” - you smiled

“Just call me Joe.” - Joe smiled

“Will do.” - you grinned

Just as I was about to reply, Nick Cosgray, the director of rehabilitation, opened the door.

His eyes darted to me, then to y/n.

“Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting something?” - Nick

“No, I was just leaving.” - Joe

I stood up and reached to shake y/n’s hand.

“It was nice meeting you.” - Joe

“Vice-versa. I look forward to working with you in the near future.” - you

After nodding, I exited the office.

Ja’Marr was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed while shaking his head.

“What?” - Joe

“You just flashed her with your blue eyes and charm, huh?” - Ja’Marr

“Maybe.” - Joe shrugged with a sly grin

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August 10, 2022

I was getting lunch in the cafeteria today, scooting my tray around and picking through all of the healthy options.

One last banana, thank god.

As I reached for it, another hand brushed mine, and I pulled my hand back.

When I looked at the person next to me, my stomach fluttered when I saw it was y/n.

“Oh, shit, sorry. You can have it.” - Joe

“Nah, it's okay. I might have one in my car.” - you

“Ew, car banana in the summer? Absolutely not.” - Joe

She laughed and I couldn't help but grin at the way her nose scrunched up.

“I'm not taking a banana from QB1.” - you

“And I'm not taking a banana from the new girl, either.” - Joe

“How about we split it.” - you

“Great idea.” - Joe winked

y/n grabbed the banana and nodded her head to tell me to follow her.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Sam at our usual table, giving me a confused face as I walked in the opposite direction.

She sat her tray down on the table and unpeeled the banana, y/n broke it in half, and placed one piece on my tray.

“Pleasure doing business with ya.” - you

“You too. Are you gonna sit over here by yourself?” - Joe

“No, I'm going back to my office.” - you

“Oh okay. If you ever want to, you can come sit with me, Sam, and Trey.” - Joe

“Thank you for the offer. Have a good lunch, Joe.” - you

That was the first time she’d ever said my name, and it rolled off of her tongue perfectly.

“You too, y/n.” - Joe

She nodded with a smile and walked away. I watched her till she disappeared around the corner and then walked over to my table.

Sam and Trey were giving me weird looks when I sat down, along with Ja’Marr and Tee at the table beside us.

“What?” - Joe furrowed his brows

“The hell was that?” - Sam

“What are you talking about?” - Joe

“You don't share, especially not your fuckin’ food.” - Ja’Marr

Rolling my eyes, I tried to come up with a feasible excuse.

“We reached for it at the same time, only fair to split it.” - Joe

“Joe, dude, I know she's pretty, but have you heard about her?” - Sam

“Heard what?” - Joe

“She's been a trainer for like five other teams. Before she leaves the team, there's always this article saying she hooked up with a player. After she left the Niners, Nick confirmed that she got with the player she was rumored to get with. She's weird about it too, like explicitly telling the guy he’ll never be more than a one-night stand before getting with him. Usually, she's gone in the morning and has filed her two weeks' notice with the team.” - Sam

“What the fuck? Why do teams keep hiring her then?” - Joe

“She's good at what she does, athletic training-wise. But, really, dude, the woman's wild.” - Sam

“Watch out, boy, she’ll chew you up.” - Ja’Marr

“For real, she's a total maneater.” - Sam

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Authors note: This fic came from my very own brain! 😆

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[frontierpodiatrist]

teal mask/indigo disc kieran theory/thoughts (SPOILERS)

earlier, i was thinking about the ending of the teal mask (with kieran's dramatic about-face from practically being in love with the mc to deciding they're his mortal enemy now), and how carmine mentions a few times how he seems to be acting out of character

she asks you if "most people act up like that" and seems troubled when you say it's abnormal, even calling it "a bit scary", seemingly at a loss and not having seen this type of behaviour before, even if he does have a "bit of an ego" as she mentioned while ruminating on this, i remembered the part in the violet book where heath mentions finding pages of notes that he doesn't remember writing, having a dream of meeting something he doesn't remember

what this says to me is that there is a possibility of some sort of possession-stuff going on with terapagos, or has happened in the past, and something similar could be happening to kieran

i wonder if the reason the loyal three were resurrected is because kieran subconsciously wished it in some way, like some sort of thought to himself where he wished to be stronger or if he could defeat them himself to earn ogerpon's trust, or hurt the pokémon that hurt her. i just find it interesting it exploded and they came back after he came near it and punched it (touching it, in that way) it seems at least, that the loyal three might have some connection to terapagos due to the descriptions under the three of them, specifically the wording of "wish", and evidently there's terastal energy and tera crystals present in kitakami so it's influence is present there

my friend also pointed out that on the signboards around kitakami depicting the folktale, there seems to be a boy with a pokéball commanding the loyal three, seemingly wearing the toxic chain the loyal three have (and they don't have them in this depiction), when in the story it's never implied they ever had a trainer or owner

this is probably reaching or tangential, but it's also interesting that he's the one with the violet/purple undercolour to his hair, the same colour as the chain (yes it's meant to parallel violet, but it could be multiple references) it wouldn't be the first time a character was intoxicated by poisons that heavily influenced their personality *coughs* lusamine *coughs* as well as sword in pokémon special via eternatus's poison in regards to him pulling his hair back at the end

[psycheetamore]

Sharing his most precious darling

Summary: Feyd's trainer saves his life in battle, allowing him to request everything from the young lord. He requests you, the favourite concubine of the na-Baron himself. After a brawl, his fighter gets you for a night. Despite Feyd's acceptance of this settlement, he seeks to overturn it, only to be convinced by you to join both of you, rather than fight. 

Tags: MDNI, Feyd-Rautha is his own warning, smut, threesome (MFM), p's in everywhere, dp, dub-con, humiliation / exhibition kinks

Motive: it is the last day of October kinktober, so the last day I can create something like this with no excuse needed. The one thing I was struggling for a while to connect was Feyd-Rautha and a MFM threesome. Because, would he ever share? Well... I am happy to announce I have finally found a plausible justification. Here you go my darlings.  

A couple of firsts for me here: written from the ‘you-perspective’ (let me know if you prefer this or not). I woke up early and started thinking about this, so it came quite quickly on paper (or in other words: higher risks of typo's - post publishing to be removed) and needed to post this while it was still kinktober ;-). As a result: a very quick burn (for my writing standards that is). 

Word count: 4k 

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Every time he went out for battle in Arrakis, you were fearful. You knew he was one of the best trained warriors in the universe, but still, your na-Baron was human. He could be overcome in just a blink of an eye. A small tiny distraction could cost him everything. So, each morning that he lingered for too long in your warm bed, you forced him out to meet his battle trainer for lessons. Sometimes, you would watch from the shadows, see how this man would try his best to best your man. And every now and then, it would succeed. 

His trainer was not a Giedi Prime or Arrakis native, but was a person once enslaved from Caladan. Twice the age of the na-Baron he was freed to rise in the Harkonnen ranks. A sun kissed skin, light brown hair and green eyes: quite the opposite of your Feyd. Years in battle had strengthened his body and roughened his face, but had never managed to remove the boyish twinkle in his eyes and lips that escaped every time he saw you. It was electrifying, and he knew this was a sure way to get you to escape from the shadows back into the safety of the palace. 

You were already lying in bed, when you heard the horns bellow to alert the inhabitants of the Arrakeen palace of yet another fight won. He may come to visit you this evening, or he may visit one of his other concubines or pets. This did no longer upset you, knowing he was safe again. 

As you tried to fall asleep, the door opened softly. Footsteps neared your bed, and you heard him crouch next to your head: “my darling” as the na-Baron pet your head. You opened your eyes, holding back tears, which he must have seen, as you interrupted him: “I am so relieved you are back again, in one piece.” Typically, he would chuckle, and tell you he would never be harmed as he is the best skilled warrior with the fiercest army. But this response did not leave his mouth. He merely responded: “thanks to my trainer. He saved me.”  

Your eyes opened further while you felt your heart drop. This would not be the last shock you would hear, as he continued: “it is our custom that if you save your lord, you can ask everything your heart desires. Everything. And I cannot refuse, unless I want to fight a last battle to the death with that person.” You responded: “I am so happy he was with you. You should give him everything he asks. He has trained you to be the fighter you are. He deserves it.”  

Feyd responded: “He requested you.” Your mouth fell open. It was only now that you saw he had a black eye and scratches on his face. “I refused him, because you are my favourite. I have seen how he looks at you, and I have tolerated that for too long.” You gasped. If your man would fight this Caladan warrior, there was no saying how this may end up. “He told me that you are not immune to the looks he gives you.” He softly grabbed your chin as he forced you to look at him: “is that true, my darling?” You swallowed and were happy the lights were very dim as your blushing would have given you away immediately. You decided to take a more politically sensitive route, the avenue of submission, which always worked with the na-Baron: “Whatever you request of me, I will not decline my lord.” He knew you long enough to be able to answer with a low voice, laced with disappointment: “so he was right. Well, I told him I would need to kill him if he wanted to have you as his own pet. So, after a small discussion, we settled that he would get you for one night.” You looked at Feyd-Rautha with near contempt in your eyes. Did he beat your lord? But there was no time to think about that, as he continued while standing up: “this should make this a pleasurable evening for you.” He growled disgruntledly as he closed the door: “he will be here in 5 minutes. Make sure to not disappoint me." 

It was a mystery what he meant with not disappointing him. Should you either be as coy as possible with the man who saved his life, should you prevent getting any pleasure from this, or should you treat him as you would treat your concubinator? But there was no time to think about this, as you were given a mere five minutes to prepare. To remove your nightgown, to put on something with more substance, and to digest what had just happened. You were filled with conflicting feelings. Relieve as the young lord survived, fear that it came so close that he needed to be saved, anxiousness that he seemed to have uncovered the eyes you had placed on his trainer, and pure excitement you did not want to acknowledge of what was to come this night. 

You had just finished to tidy up your hair as the door flung open. Still in his fighting clothes, less the armour, he stepped in your room. As he walked towards you, you gasped and froze. The metallic smell of blood hit your nose, while you saw him looming up. His beige shirt dirtied with what used to be the lifelines of Fremen warriors, unbuttoned to his solar plexus, showing some of the curves of his chest, graced by hair. The sleeves rolled up showing his toned arms. Legs covered in black pants and boots.  

He could not have been more different than Feyd, and yet still so similar. You knew how tightly strung men could be when coming home after a fight. Focussed on relieving themselves from the last bit of aggression roaming their body. It was not dissimilar to how the na-Baron would barge into your room and nearly force himself upon you. You had grown accustomed to it.  

While you stood there, keeping still as a statue, he started talking. He had never talked to you before. You had only heard him shout, but never speak. From his face, at least as bruised and hurt as that of Feyd, come the words: “you can call me Ivan, my love” as he hummed to show he was pleased. His voice sounded rough. A thick accent, not all letters pronounced as clearly as you were used to. It surprised you that you had actually never learned his name before. This could not be anything else but the result of machinations of Feyd-Rautha. Thinking about it, it became clear that he must have known of the looks you were giving to this man. Feyd knew it all along. Nothing ever went unnoticed.

A blush appeared on your cheeks. “So, you are alive. I was fearful at first that I might end up with your corpse. You see, you never quite know how a Harkonnen will respond to a request like mine” he chuckled. Your face turned into contempt, to which he responded: “I am just joking. Relax” while both of you knew he was quite close to a potential truth. 

But here he was, and he made it clear he had no time to waste, as he placed the last step to be able to grab you in his arms. “You have no idea how long I have longed to have you. Since the very first time I saw you hiding in those shadows, noticing how possessive your lord is over you. I knew I needed to have you. Even if I would die while trying.” You started to wonder whether he had truly saved Feyd, or used the chaos of battle to get his desires fulfilled. But soon, all these thoughts left your head, to be replaced with his exploring tongue that had forced itself into your mouth, his ravishing hands finding its way through your hair to push you against him. He was slightly taller than you, yet so much stronger.   

You were still standing on same spot, in front of the mirror where you had been tidying up your hair, as he flung you around. Looking at you, gazing over your shoulder while he tore your dress to uncover your chest and stomach. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples, grabbing your hips, licking and biting your neck, breathing in your ears, as if he was in a hurry to experience everything before time ran out. Which was probably also in line with the truth. Who knew how long the na-Baron would accept his favourite being enjoyed by another man? His favourite enjoying another man – which was perhaps worse. That knowledge must have been the reason why he did not even bother putting on fresh clothes, or wiping the blood from the fallen off his body. He had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, that was worth dying for. 

He pulled your dress up to allow his hands to roam where they needed to explore. Soon, you threw your head back on his shoulder as you decided you would succumb to what he had to offer. It was not as if you had any say in this anyhow. His touch was rough. Rougher than Feyd’s. But not less welcome. Your body warmed up to his presence quickly. He could feel how pleasure took over your body so quickly. “So wet. Just for me. Already coming on my fingers. I am starting to understand why you are his favourite. Or have you just been waiting all this time for me?”

This entree would not take long, being whisked off the ground. Perhaps this was triggered by your own roaming hands. Resting on his hips you took the opportunity to remove his shirt. Briefly you stalled: his chest and back were covered in scars from being flogged. “That is the Harkonnen treatment for you, milady” he laughed, responding to your observations. The scars were ridged. He must have been submitted to horrible treatment. And clearly was able to survive and thrive. A wonderous man this was, as you returned the kiss he had given you earlier. If this would be your last day on this planet, you too, so you had decided, would enjoy yourself.  

He did not carry you towards the bed. You did not make it there, as he placed you in front of a table. With no time to waste, he shoved you forward while dropping his trousers and pushed himself in you. No progressive build up, no tenderness, no time to allow him to fit pleasantlyin you. There was no time. He would use any second he could get as he sheathed himself in you entirely, filling you up completely and hitting your cervix.  

After a few thrusts you grew accustomed to his size, allowing you to get increased pleasure from him. Each push pulled you further of the cliff. It was one thing to come on his fingers, but to come on the cock of another man was nothing but a death-warrant to be signed. As you lay draped over the table, being succumbed to the pounding movements of Ivan, heading towards your next peak, the door opened again.  

Gruffly the na-Baron ordered: “stop.” His trainer looked up at him, and glanced deep in his eyes, while keeping his hands on your hips and not stopping: “make me, Harkonnen scum. Kill me while I am fucking your favourite. A good way to die for a warrior.” His laughter filled the room. After it died out, a warning came soon, retaking the silence in the room that was only overcome by Ivan's grunting, your moaning and him hitting your buttocks with his pelvis and balls: “careful.” But that only enticed Ivan further, as he increased the pace and grabbed your hair to show your desperate face to your lord: “see what I am doing? See how she is falling apart? She clearly needed a good fuck from a true soldier.”  

You wanted to avert your face, filled with shame, but he would not let you. As he continued stroking your innards, you tried to salvage whatever was possible. “Feyd” you moaned, reaching out for him as a wave of pleasure surpassed through your frame. You wanted to scream Ivan's name, but you had just enough sense still left in you to know that would have been the death verdict of at least two people in this room.  

The na-Baron stepped closer to you, looking down upon you with disappointment on his face, contradicted with excitement on your eye level. You hooked your hand in his trousers, as if to stabilise yourself while you were being shoved across the table. 

This gesture did more than that. It stabilised something else. It caused him to only have attention for you, as he proceeded in a manner you did not expect him to. He stepped towards you, mere centimetres of air remaining between you and him, and stayed put. He did not respond to Ivan. He did not talk. He just looked at you. As his hand moved to caress your hair, his soldier quickly removed his and reduced his pace, allowing you to regain some control over your body.

A new equilibrium was found.  

With your available hand you touched him, feeling his cock restrained by his pants. You felt the outline. Looking up to him, the disappointment had been replaced with longing and urge. He grabbed your hair, signalling what he was expecting. You knew him so well, and he knew you knew. Before long he had undone himself from his own bloodied shirt and stepped out of his trousers, allowing you to take him in your mouth.  

Your head sideways allowed you to see both men from your peripheral vision. It did not go unnoticed how they looked at each other in admiration, while they were both driving themselves in you. They were comrades in arms, shortly replaced by being adversaries, to be mates again. You were the bounty of the fight they shared. And you loved every second of it.

Before long you felt another peak come up, the moans of which transferred onto Feyd as he buried himself in your throat. You saw him looking at Ivan, with increased tension. His trainer was clearly nearing his own peak, and you had a feeling how your lord would feel about another man's sperm in your pussy. A feeling that would not be positive.  

It did not surprise you to hear his dark voice order “don't come in her pussy” after which you were immediately abandoned. Ivan heavily panted behind you, recollecting himself before he could argue with Feyd. Meanwhile, Feyd continued to thrust in your mouth. It must have been a sight to behold for the warrior to which you were gifted this evening. 

"Sir, I believe your lady is not yet fully satisfied. I believe we still have an expedition ahead of us” as he managed to cool down a bit. Feyd hummed, as he looked down on you: “yes, she has quite an appetite.” Looking up at Ivan he continued: “this is your evening. You earned it. What do you propose, comrade?” Ivan chuckled: “I would propose we continue at a softer place. The young lord removed himself from your mouth and looked at his mate: “the honour is yours.”  

It should not have surprised you that he exactly understood what he was to do, as they had fought in battle shoulder by shoulder for years, but it still did. A gasp escaped your body as you were flung over Ivan's shoulder carrying you to your bed, with Feyd leading the way and opening the doors.  

Laying you softly on your bed, he asked your concubinator: “so what else is off limits for me?” A smirk arose on Feyd's lips: “just don't come in her pussy. You earned all other benefits.” Ivan smiled, he seemed truly appreciative of what his lord had offered him. “I recommend her mouth” the na-Baron added. 

As you scooted back on the bed, Ivan followed you on hands and knees, to hover above you. “Did you hear that, little one? We are going to have so much fun” followed by another deep kiss while he grabbed your neck to hold your head close to his. A kiss now with less haste and more adventure. Feyd's cooperation had provided all of you with more time. And in that sense, also with a sense of more agency over yourself. There was no need for you anymore to be passive and merely accept what was offered. You could find your own path now. Or so you thought. 

“Gentlemen” you started, as you had pushed Ivan of you and had pushed yourself up on your elbows, “you have already brought me incredibly much pleasure.” The blue eyes of your pale man and the green eyes of your sun kissed man staring at you in anticipation, as their hands started to touch your legs. You hummed with content, as you continued: “I love how you boys are so committed to my pleasure...” The words had not left your mouth, or they had started to wolf you down. Devour you. Feyd was trailing your legs to reach the core of your pleasure, while Ivan crouched over you again, hands all over your chest, your neck, your hands. Both lapping you like dogs. Engulfing you in attention, replacing any room left in your head with primal urges.   

“Harkonnen, I believe she needs to be filled again” Ivan spoke to his leader, after he noticed how you managed to get a hold of his cock while opening your mouth wide to allow him to penetrate you with his tongue. “Your observing nature has always been one of your best traits, Ivan” Feyd said, removing his mouth from your folds. “Feyd” you moaned, as you tried to buck to meet his mouth again. “Not so impatient, pet. We decide when it is time that you will have us again.” You growled to show your aggravation and tried to lift your knee to hit your lord's face. “Ivan, she needs to submit. Teach her. Fuck her mouth.”  

Ivan, being the compliant soldier that he is, did as he was told, and did so with pleasure. He grabbed some pillows to place under your neck so you could tilt your head backwards, moved to sit beyond your head so that he could see your entire body, and placed the tip of his hard cock on your lips. “Open. Wide” he ordered, as placed his thumb in the corner of your mouth to open it.  

While he looked at you as you sucked him, drawing him in deeper and deeper, your joint master was sucking you. As he thrust into your mouth, Feyd thrust his tongue into your pussy. It was overwhelming. The attention. The pleasure. Both men seeing each other slaving for your desire. Soon you came again, trying to scream with Ivan deep in your throat, hands grabbing Feyd's bold head. “You did not lie, Harkonnen.” 

Suddenly, Ivan removed himself from you, again. Panting, trying to brief deeply. He clearly wanted to enjoy you as long as possible, knowing that this day would never come again. “Any other suggestions, sir?” as he recouped.  

Feyd removed his mouth from you, and replaced it with his fingers: “whatever you want to do. She has more holes that require pleasure”, as he softly pressed his thumb on your ass, stealing a glance. “Don't you, my darling?” You moaned, but Feyd did not accept that: “tell me. No. Beg me. What do you need? Beg us.” A sigh left you, as you arched your back to face the wall. The humiliation of this vile request, while being gazed upon by both men was hard to deal with, but the pleasure you needed was a bigger burden. Biting your lip, you felt him curl his fingers, as if to remind you of the answer he needed. “Fuck... why are you torturing me like this?” toes curling as you felt another wave coming. Bucking your pelvis on his fingers, arching your back repeatedly as a cat, moaning, the eyes of both men feasted on your naked body in extasy. “I can't... I can't take it... Feyd, please...” You knew he was teasing you. You knew you were so close. He knew exactly what he needed to do, yet, he withdrew his fingers just a bit. “You know what you need to do, little pet.”  

You groaned again. Closing your eyes as tightly as possible, while moving your hips even more ferociously, you moaned: “I need to feel your cocks inside of me.” Feyd continued to tease: “you need to be more specific darling. And you need to beg.” Agitated you pushed his thigh to show your contempt: “I am begging you. Please. Please fill me. Feyd, I need you to come in my pussy. Ivan, I need you to fill my ass. I need both of you. Please. Deep inside of me. This is too much.” 

Feyd rewarded you by pushing his fingers further in and allowing you to come again. “You see Ivan? She is listens well” as he offered his fingers to be licked clean by Ivan.  

“And sweet as well” Ivan replied. “May I?” as he looked at Feyd. “By all means. Drink. Feast. It is my pleasure. My reward for you” as Feyd extended his arm to welcome Ivan between your legs. Backing off the bed, the young lord looked at the sight in front of him, gratefully: his comrade in arms pleasuring his comrade in bed. Before long you fell in pieces yet again. 

“You promised me” you blurted out, soon after yet another wave had passed. Feyd walked up to you and squatted: “so little patience, small one. But I made a promise” as he walked around the bed to lay down next to you. His cock aiming at the sky, you knew what you were to do and straddled him. Meanwhile Ivan looked at you, jerking his cock. Making himself ready for the last course. 

As you were riding the lord, he softly guided your mouth to meet his. While allowing his tongue to also explore this crevice, he placed one hand on your butt to prepare you for what was to come. Softly pushing, softly opening you up, knuckle by knuckle moving himself in you and out again. With his other hand he snapped his fingers, calling Ivan to get closer and take over his role. 

As Ivan placed his fingers to continue, Feyd grabbed both butt cheeks to create more room for his soldier. Two fingers going in entirely with ease, throbbing in you, while you had buried Feyd inside your pussy, caused Ivan to declare: “I believe she is coming again, sir. This woman something else.” 

“She absolutely is. Now, while she is coming, push yourself in.” As you rode out yet another orgasm, it was strengthened by the sudden influx of more cock into your body. You moaned deeply into Feyd's mouth, grabbing hold of his chest and pushing your nails deep into him. It caused him to smile with pleasure. He loved to fight, yet he lived to satisfy his favourite.

A few pushes were all what was needed to have both men spill themselves in you, while you were fucked with more intensity than you had ever been fucked before. Being filled deeper and fuller than ever before. As you experienced your last wave, you let your head hang down, kissing Feyd's neck and whispering: “thank you.” 

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Kenji Sato x Younger Sibling! Reader

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╰► Kenji is the older brother in this scenario (being 2 years older that is)

╰► During your childhood, Kenji made sure you were never alone.

╰► If someone was bullying you… expect him to come back home with a few bruises and a detention slip

╰► “Kenji! What happened to you”?

╰► “I made sure they would never mess with y/n ever again”.

╰► Yeah… he’s VERY over overprotective

╰► And it even goes on during your teenage years

╰► He thinks no boy (or girl) (or partner) will ever be good enough to date you

╰► Every time someone comes up to you with flowers or asks you out on a date, Kenji will be in the corner giving the death stare until they leave

╰► “Kenji, can you stay out of my love life?”

╰► *insert rich person laugh* “Not a chance. Unless they prove they’re worthy, they’re not coming near my baby sister”.

╰► Only Emiko can persuade Kenji to dial it down a few notches

╰► You’ve been to every baseball game Kenji has ever played. (You used to be bored of them as a kid, but as you grew older you loved going to support Kenji)

╰► You and your mother would cheer the loudest

╰► You were one of Kenji’s biggest supporters

╰► And Kenji would always support you in whatever you do

╰► You play a sport? He’ll be there at your games

╰► ^If you played softball, he will step up to be your personal trainer

╰► You’re a performer? He’ll be there at your shows with a bouquet of flowers in hand

╰► When the time came for Kenji to head to college, you couldn’t help but feel sad

╰► Like yeah he was a pain in your behind, but deep down, the house would be too quiet.

╰► “Let’s face it, you’re gonna miss me”.

╰► “You wish”…. “okay maybe a tad bit”

╰► You’re siblings. no matter where life takes you, you’ll always have each other’s back.

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A/N: I might either expand more on this or write a mini-series based on it. we’ll see :)

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