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[chadillacboseman]

Summary: Alex and Danny have a little quarrel in the cage. Featuring Kate and Danny (@thesingularityseries) Echo (@roofgeese) Alex (me!) and Alora (@bihanspookies). Art by Quiddling!

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The crowd in the fight pit roars and Alex waves his arms to pump them up further. From the stands, Kate whoops loudly and Danny screws his face up in a disgusted grimace.

"You ready to get pummeled, Carver?" Alex sneers and Danny scoffs. Alex outweighs him by 50 pounds, a fact that isn't lost on the former.

But he's adapted since last time.

Alex lunges before Danny can queue up an illusion on his gauntlet. A quick strike to his midriff has him wheezing, skittering backward to cling at the chainlink for support.

Alex laughs, the sound muffled under his mask, as Danny regains his composure. Carver is a bastard, and Alex savors every hit he can land with childlike joy.

The two of them have butted heads constantly, to the point that Kano finally sent them settle their differences in the pit. Danny plays too fast and loose with civilian lives, Alex cares too much.

"Kick his ass, Demir!" Alora calls from the crowd, her hands cupped around her mouth to amplify the sound.

Alex grins and circles Danny like a big cat, his fists raised. If he had it his way, he'd break every bone in the spy's body, but he has to keep it contained or Kano will hand him his ass.

Danny doesn't look afraid though, he's smiling as he raises his gauntlet and an illusion comes to life. Alex's eyes widen.

Mikhail Federov stands before him, just as he remembers. He feels like a child who has just seen a shadow in the closet, so frightened that his mind goes blank. From in the stands, Kano chuckles as he watches Alex freeze.

"Carver you son of a bitch," he says it with a grin that has Kabal cocking his head in question.

Danny leaps through the illusion and levels a knee into Alex's ribs. Alex topples to the ground in a heap and Kate pulls her lip between her teeth in worry.

"Not so big and mighty now, are you?" Danny snarls as he kicks Alex in the side.

"Call him off, Kano!" Kate cries and the aussie laughs.

"Nah, I wanna see how this plays out."

Alex rolls and jumps to his feet, clutching at his ribs protectively. How the fuck did Carver know about the Federovs? He shakes his head to clear it, but his ribs throb in a way that tells him at least one is broken.

He's mad now, more angry than he's ever been.

Echo watches from beside Erron, her placid expression hiding the worry that builds in her chest. She recognizes the man from the illusion- Mikhail Federov, Alex's old boss. Leave it to the Brit to play dirty.

"Think the fuse is lit now," Erron nods toward Alex, who looks as if he's going to rip Danny's head off.

"Scared, Demir?" Carver smirks and Alex wants to wipe the expression from his face with his knuckles, "Now every merc in this building knows."

The thought makes Alex hesitate. He's right.

"I'm going to fucking kill you," Alex hisses and Danny throws his head back in genuine laughter.

Kate recognizes when the detonation is imminent.

"Fuck him up, Alex!"

Alex sprints toward Danny and the latter's smile fades. He's never seen him move that fast. The first ironlike fist hits Danny in the face and he stumbles backward into the chainlink with a pained groan. The second hit comes to his gut and he doubles over, unable to catch his breath.

"He's gonna kill him," Erron muses and Echo almost feels the corners of her mouth tick up.

The next punch makes Danny drop to his knees and Alex grabs him by the hair, jerking his face upward so their gazes meet. Danny's nose is bloodied and his cheek is already swelling.

Alex is so caught up in his blind rage that he doesn't see the knife Carver pulls from his boot.

A quick swipe on the back of his ankle has him hissing in pain and retreating as blood pools on the concrete beneath him. Danny scrambles to his feet and watches as the crimson puddle grows.

"Not fair!" Kate calls from the stands and Kano laughs.

"What fun is there in a fair fight?" he asks and Kabal rolls his eyes.

Adapt or die. Truly the Black Dragon motto.

Alex tries to put weight on the bleeding ankle, but he's sure his achilles is severed. Danny has learned since their last spat.

The Brit grins and nods at the pool of blood with a tut, "You really should get high top boots, mate."

"When I see you outside this cage," Alex grits as he holds his foot just above the floor, "I'm going to break your fucking neck, Carver."

"I'd like to see you try," Danny makes a beckoning gesture with his hands that makes Alex see red, "Go on then."

Alex lunges, one-legged, and grabs Danny around the middle, leveraging his weight to bring the Brit to the concrete. Danny yelps in surprise and Alex pins him, the sharp point of his knee driving into his gut to keep him in place.

Danny tries to shove him off, but Alex hits him in the face, this time shattering his glasses. Another hit has his mouth filling with blood. Still, he grins, even as the blood drips from the corner of his mouth in a thick crimson rivulet.

"You can't un-ring a bell," Danny mocks, "No matter how hard you hit me."

Kate doesn't catch the words from the crowd, but she sees Alex's face twist above the mask. Danny knows how to hit a nerve.

The next punch breaks his nose, he's sure of it.

Alex takes hold of his face, his massive hand enveloping nearly the entirety of it, and slams Danny's head into the concrete. There's a sickening crunch and Kano finally rises from his seat.

"Alright, call him off. We don't need Carver dead."

Kabal zips into the cage and grabs Alex by the shoulder. Alex shrugs him off with a snarl and moves to repeat the motion, but Kabal finally pulls him away.

"C'mon, Demir, you proved your point," he says it quietly enough that only Alex can hear it over the roar of the crowd.

Kabal glances down at Danny, whose face is so bloodied that he's nearly unrecognizable. Kabal offers him a hand and he rises, wincing at the way the cheers make his head throb.

Alex had won the fight, but Danny had won the war.

The former has already departed, ducking for the locker room before Danny can say something else to piss him off. Kate follows him, hot on his heels, concern painted on her face.

"Alex-" she tries to get his attention, but he levels a fist into a locker and dents it with a grunt.

"Alex, you're safe with us," she says quietly and he drops onto one of the wooden benches, his hand now bloodied. His shoulders shake and she knows he's barely holding back tears.

"I would have killed him" Alex says quietly and she pats his arm, "I should have killed him."

"If anyone deserves it..." Kate trails off and offers him a warm smile. His mouth twitches under his mask.

Back in the cage, Danny spits and runs his tongue over his teeth. All still there and in one piece. His glasses are a lost cause, laying in two pieces at his feet. He'd have Echo order him a new pair, it was about time anyway.

Beside him, Kano is droning on as usual.

"-lucky I had Kabal intervene when I did, or I think he'd have caved your head in," Danny catches the last part of his rant and scoffs.

"I had my boot ready," he gestures to the toe of his boot that holds a concealed knife.

"Hard to stab a man when he's got you pinned."

Danny shrugs.

Kabal glances between the two of them; this fight has surely caused a rift that he's not sure can be repaired. Kano's idea of team building had backfired spectacularly, not that he'd ever admit to that fact.

"Don't be surprised if you find a live grenade in your bed," Kano continues and Danny laughs.

"I'm not scared of that big idiot," Danny waves dismissively and Kabal gives him a pointed look.

"Maybe you should be."

[space-coupe]

Sibling rivalry but it's just over who has the most egregious hairstyle

[thedevilspearl]

prone to bone — all brothers

author’s note ʚɞ i’ve been seeing prone bone floating around recently and also can’t get the brothers out of my head so here is my take on how the brothers feel about the position. spoiler alert: they fucking love it.

tags ʚɞ female reader x lucifer, mammon (filming during the act), leviathan, satan (power play), asmodeus (crying), beelzebub (size kink) + belphegor. explicit smut, minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 feels an immense surge of control when he towers over you, his thighs on either side of you resting just enough weight on you to trap you underneath him, but not enough to hurt you. he doesn’t need to trap you; he knows you’d never try to move away from him when his cock is filling you up so well. but there’s something about you not having the choice to that adds to his total control over you. his hands rub up and down your back, taking a moment to grope your ass while he slowly drives his cock in and out of your pussy, grinding his cock to the hilt and ascending to a higher realm when he hears your lustful cries muffled by pillows. “my sweet darling,” he pulls away the pillows with a deep rut, causing you to yelp. “don’t hide your voice. i want to hear how dirty you are.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 one hundred per cent records you in this position every single time. it’s the same position but each occasion that calls for it is a whole new experience. he just loves when the base of his cock presses against your perky ass. he loves the way your ass cheeks jiggle when he speeds up his pace, when they mould into his hands while he grabs them roughly. but most of all, he loves the strangled cries sounding from the body beneath him. oh, he knows he’s fucking you good; so deep and intimate is the way his cock buries itself in your pussy, dragging against all the right places. he can go round after round in this position, filming it on his ddd so he can watch it on repeat when you’re not around. “fucking hell,” he grunts, chuckling while holding handfuls of your ass. “ya look so pretty for me, don’t think i’m stopping any time soon.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 loves the prone bone. it’s one of the positions where his confidence and self–esteem rockets sky high. he usually gets a bit shy being on top but he appreciates having your face hidden in the cushions while he does all the work, blushing the entire time; and it’s a relatively easy position, not too strenuous for him and his debatably poor stamina. but god, he just loves when you wear his shirt in this position, completely naked underneath but every thrust has him losing himself in the sight of your body as his shirt inches its way up your back. and along with his fingers interlacing with yours as they push down into the mattress and your ass bouncing up into him as he fucks you deep, it’s enough to make him finish in seconds. “i’m cumming!” levi cries, body collapsing on yours but he doesn’t stop fucking you with his twitching cock. “holy shit, it feels so good.”

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 leans over you with his hands latched on each of your wrists, burying them in the bed sheets and with his thighs holding your lower body in place, there’s no way you can move. you desperately want to writhe and twitch in pleasure but he holds you perfectly still. your body shakes in the ripples of pleasure shooting through your body, a bliss only satan can bring to you as every grind of his hips is precise and perfect hitting your sweet spots again and again. it’s almost torture when he treats you like a toy, putting you in the perfect position for his greedy cock to fuck. you lay flat but your ass tilts upwards just the slightest bit, giving him the perfect angle to drive you both to insanity. “fuck! shit!” satan growls, so close to cumming but you defiantly fidgeted and disrupted his rhythm. “stay fucking still if you want to cum.”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 has a particular taking to this position because it’s so easy to fuck you into oblivion and back without draining too much stamina from either of you. but that doesn’t mean you won’t end up with tears dripping down your face and drool spilling from your lips. it’s the way you scream his name extra loud as he ploughs into you from behind. his hands grip your ass tight while your head hangs off the bed, bouncing with each thrust. asmo loves fucking you in the collapsed doggy style, and as you squeeze the bed sheets for dear life while your body lays flat and twitching, asmo continues fucking you from behind and he can’t find it in him to stop. the position turns him into an insatiable devil “aww sweetie, i know you’re tired,” he whispers gently in your ears as your body wracks with sobs. “but you can take a little more, can’t you?”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 loves putting his big body to the test, especially when he’s fucking you dumb on his huge cock. every position is a reminder of how huge he is compared to you, so it would be blasphemy to talk about beelzebub and the prone bone without mentioning his raging size kink. his fat balls rub against the back of your thighs while his thick cock stretches you open. it lays heavy in your pussy as he slowly grinds it back and forth, grunting each and every time. the way your pussy engulfs a beast like him, coating his cock in your arousal, it’s a marvel to him. his breath is hot and heavy, a signal that he’s extremely turned on. whether he’s towering above you or leaning over your shaking frame, he feels so fucking huge and that’s enough for him to want to fuck you in the position forever. “fuck, mc....you’re so tight, ‘s driving me crazy.”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 is a lazy git who prefers positions where you do most of the work. however, prone boning you is a compromise. he’ll put in the work while you melt into the bedsheets, but it’s also a relatively low effort position that doesn’t tire him out, and that means he can last longer. and he loves lasting long in this position because the view of your ass between his thighs and the expanse of your back on display for him is addictive. for once, he loves that you’re the one squirming underneath him, crying out his name only to be muffled by the blanket tugged between your teeth because his cock is fucking you so deeply. “fuck baby,” he grunts rutting his hips quicker and harder as the minutes pass. belphie loses his mind when you quivers around his cock. “gonna make me cum so hard.”

[sleepymarimo]

I have this head cannon that I’ve been thinking of for awhile and just had to share with you.

Imagine y/n growing up with zoro in the village and she’s a couple years younger than him and called him zoozoo once, but he kinda liked it so he let her keep calling him that.

Fast forward to them running into each other at a random market while he’s out shopping with sanji and sanji hears her call him zoozoo. Once they leave, sanji makes fun of him by calling him zoozoo and Zoro just pulls one of his swords and looks him dead in there while saying, “call me that again and I’ll cut your tongue off. Only one person can ever call me that and it’s not you.”

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

summary: read above! pairing: zoro x fem!reader cw: none! mostly fluff, perhaps a bit bittersweet an: hi anon!! i just had to write this bc it was too cute :) also pris try not to write something under 1k words challenge go!! ugh i need to tone it down fr... anyway, enjoy some fluff and thank the anon for their sweet hc.. also im going for a new theme soooo... wc: 2k

you were like a little fly, always buzzing around him.

technically, it was kuina that you clung to, but it might as well have been him, too.

every duel and training session, you were there. you'd clap your hands and cheer on kuina, the girl you'd come to see as an older sister of sorts. "get him kookoo!" came your chant, a toothy grin on your face as you watched the green-haired boy lose his temper once again. "y'can't beat kookoo, zoro!"

even as he barks at you to shut up, you can't help but grin. you know that you'll be scrambling to get him bandages later and you know that he'll refuse your help, all while kuina laughed in the background. this was the dynamic, the camaraderie you had all shared. kuina, zoro and you.

then it all came to an abrupt halt.

kuina's death hit everyone hard. you were inconsolable, missing her so dearly that it made your heart hurt. not knowing what else to do, you turn to the green haired boy who was the closest thing you had to her.

the two of you stand at her grave, one of your tiny hands balled into the fabric of his shirt as if he'd disappear at any moment. your free hand rubs at your tender cheeks, red and swollen from the tears you'd been shedding. "i-i miss-s her, zoozoo."

he fights back the tears in his own eyes as he keeps his gaze locked on the stone slab in front of him. this whole body is still as he utilizes as much of his willpower as possible. he's enraged. he's in mourning. he doesn't quite know how to cope in any way that isn't fighting.

your new nickname for him doesn't go unnoticed- a play on the same one you used to call kuina. he takes it with pride, not bothering to correct you.

he grabs your hand and roughly tugs you along to the training area. there was no way in hell that he'd give up, so he was going to drag you with him.

years later.

same scene, different atmosphere.

the two of you are in front of her grave, paying her respect. zoro is leaving yo- the island. he's leaving the island to fulfill his promise, to make a name for himself and become the greatest swordsman. of course you're wishing him the best, hell, you know that he's going to do it, but still, it stings a tad.

first your beloved kookoo, and now...

"zoozoo..." your arms cross and you sigh, trying to remain cheery and playful but unable to hide the concern in your tone. "y'feeling ready?"

he isn't fazed by the nickname, not when you've been calling him that for years. raising a brow and giving you an almost incredulous expression, he answers your question. "doesn't matter if i'm ready or not, i ain't gonna be the greatest swordsman if i stay here."

the two of you start the walk to the docks, a small ship ready for him. you're side by side, shoulders brushing against one another every now and then. he doesn't put any distance between the two of you. why would he? at that point in time, though he'd never admit it, you were probably the person he'd trusted most.

the silence isn't uncomfortable by any means, but there is a tension of sorts that you try your best to ignore.

when you get to the boat, you take a breath to keep cool and calm. but you're so, so bad at it. maybe a few years ago you could've gotten away with it, but zoro had grown so damn perceptive that it wasn't even funny.

"b-bye zoozoo." you nod with a shaky smile, struggling and failing to keep a straight tone as tears prick your eyes. your hands are behind your back and zoro has no doubt that they're clasped together in a bid to prevent yourself from grabbing him.

he rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue in exasperation. "y'such a pain in the ass." one of his arms slings around your shoulders and begrudgingly brings you into his chest. of course he made sure no one else was around as he did so, opting to look off toward the sea instead of down at your teary face. "i'll be fine. grow up, will ya?"

your hands unclasp and you cling to his shirt, small laughs mixing with your sniffles. "shut-t up, zoozoo."

he doesn't say anything, but if you'd quit being a crybaby for two seconds you'd notice how his grip tightened on his wado ichimonji, his knuckles whitening. the swordsman is determined to do this, but hell, even he'd be lying if he said that this didn't... well, suck.

soon after, the two of you say your final goodbyes.

he catches sight of your smile as the waves took him away, and he has to turn around. his focus is on the horizon, ending the chapter of his life that had you in it.

you're damn persistent though, like a little fly. he can't help but smirk at your words, yelled and carried by the wind.

"you're gonna be the best damn swordsman ever, zoozoo!"

such memories only come to the swordsman when he's had enough booze. when he looks at the moon and the ship is quiet except for the sound of creaking wood and crashing waves.

the thousand sunny had been docked on this island for around a day. it was a nice place, lively and sporting a plethora of shops with goods ranging from tropical fruits to exotic spices.

zoro curses when he swears he passes by the same stall for the hundredth time. "damn cook, always gettin' lost..." he grumbles, not acknowledging his notorious tendency to lose his way.

before he could take another step, he freezes at the sound of a voice that he'd only heard when he was dreaming or completely shit-faced.

"zoozoo?"

the way he turns around is almost mechanical. at this stage of his life, things like this didn't really pull a reaction from him. hell, he hadn't felt this way since he'd ran into that marine in loguetown. it was like seeing a ghost, but you're not one by any means.

he says your name, the sound almost foreign on his lips.

then he straightens up, his rational self catching up to him. you. here. in the new world?

one of his large hands makes a grab at your wrist, pulling you to an alleyway where the two of you could have some more privacy.

he has too many questions, too many thoughts and he'd be damned if he said it, but too many feelings, too. his tone is unintentionally gruff when he speaks, presenting as irritated to mask the protective urges simmering beneath the surface. "what the hell are you doin' here, huh?" you're still like a damn fly...

you take a moment to assess him, his new scars and his physique and everything. it's not like you hadn't seen him... but you're not going to admit to him that a few of his wanted posters are very much in your possession.

he still seems to be as brash as ever. headstrong and bull-headed and caring, in his own blunt way. it's not like you expected him to change much, but still, it's a relief to hear him speak to you as if you hadn't seen him in years. "well i wasn't gonna stay there either!" you defend, stubbornly crossing your arms.

that sparks a conversation about what you've been up to. he's always been alright with just letting you chatter away, but he makes sure to pay extra attention to what you tell him. your goals, your plans and where you'll be going. damn you, making this harder for him by not staying at shimotsuki village.

he's proud though, he really is.

as you continue to speak, he finds his focus directed on your expression and body language. now that the shock has worn off, he gets a closer look at you. your fingers twitch lightly, your arms snuggly crossed over your chest as if you were holding yourself together.

he remembers you being rather comfortable and relaxed around him, only growing restless when you were struggling to hold down the torrents of emotion that you were prone to feeling.

the last time he saw you like this was when he left, when you were too prideful to reach out and...

something about your little mannerisms is comforting in itself, like you haven't changed. a small wave of nostalgia crashes into the stone walls he's constructed around his heart these past few years.

you're still that teary eyed kid clinging to him like a remora, and he's damn sure that that won't ever change. you can hide it all you want, but unfortunately, he knows you.

you're good, but he's better.

"oi, c'mere, you damn crybaby." he huffs, expertly masking his satisfaction as he slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest. a smirk tugs at his lips as he looks down on you, hell, he even wraps his other arm around you too. "thought i told ya to grow up, dumbass."

your arms wrap around him and you hide your sniffle with a scoff. "yeah, and i think i told you to shut up, zoozoo." you instinctively hold him a bit tighter. "bet you didn't miss all this crybaby stuff."

oh, if you knew how wrong you were.

the moment is cut short when an exasperated yell fills the air. "oi, marimo, what the hell are you doing with a gorgeous woman!"

zoro's grip tightens on you for a split second before he releases you with a growl, his expression morphing into one of annoyance. he turns around to face the blond, hand reaching for his blade. "mind your damn business, cook! i'll cut you up like a-"

they bicker for a few minutes while you watch on in confusion, before the cook tells him that there are marines on the island. the blond, not wanting the swordsman to get lost again, firmly grips his arm and tugs him along.

zoro's gaze flickers back to yours, hardened and glinting with determination. yet, beneath that, you can see the underlying emotion.

it makes you smile, and even as he's being tugged away, you give him a big grin letting him know that you'll be okay. a smile that says you believe in him and that you know he'll be the greatest swordsman this world has ever seen. most importantly, it tells him that you'll be there waiting for him when it's all done.

your lips part and you yell out. "bye, zoozoo!"

it's a while later when zoro and sanji finally quit their running, the thousand sunny go just up ahead in the distance.

"tch, can't believe a beautiful woman like her would want anything to do with a brute like you." sanji huffs, clearly envious and annoyed as he pulls out a cigarette and lighter.

zoro's scowl deepens, not quite up for discussing any sort of feelings with the cook. "shut the hell up, curly brows." he says, his eye subtly sneaking a final glance at the town. "it's not like that."

sanji breathes out a large puff of smoke, his form relaxing somewhat. "yeah, yeah... sure. whatever you say, zoozoo."

the air changes, going almost still as sanji finds himself looking down at a blade being held to his neck. zoro holds his sword up to the cook, glaring at him with a murderous intent.

they've had their fair share of fights, never actually meaning to harm one another, but zoro makes it clear that this subject is not up for debate. “call me that again and i’ll cut your tongue off." he growls, inching the blade a little closer. "only one person can ever call me that, and it’s not you.”

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Sworn Protector

aegon x sister!wife!reader x the bloody ben we thought we got but we’re delusional 🫠

anniversary gift pt 2 but can be read alone!

Summary: Benjicot Blackwood is Aegon and yours sworn protector. He takes your protection and pleasure very seriously much to Alicent and Viserys dislike.

Warnings: 18+, graphic depiction of murder fr, blood, drinking, swearing, oral(m and f receiving), fingering, public, penetration(p in v), double penetration 🫣😮‍💨, honestly this whole fic is a warning idk what to say!!!!

Authors Note: “look at me, this isn’t you.” moment and honestly good for y/n, fucking the sworn protector is a family tradition apparently 🫣, no bc i’m enjoying writing this problematic throuple too much 🧎🏼‍♀️, i may make one more part idk but it’s set up for that so we shall seeeeee

Word Count: 3.9k

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I jolt awake as I hear the relentless crack of bone and squelch of blood. Aegon is like a rock next to me refusing to wake or be bothered. I pull on one of his shirts and walk to the door to listen through. Metal slams into flesh repeatedly as I crack open the door and gasp at the scene before me.

“Ben?! Ben stop!” my balance wavers as I rip open the door and see the state of the man beneath him. “Benjicot Blackwood I said that’s enough!” I shout firmly and his bloodied fist halts, hoovering above the mans pulverized face.

“I’m sorry.” Ben turns to look at me as the man’s blood continues to cascade down his face.

Guards rush into the hall and stop abruptly taking in the scene. They look from me to Ben and then down to the unrecognizable body. Some of them put their hands on their sword pommels and before I can think I step in front of Ben protectively.

“Princess go back to your chambers and we will deal with this.” a guard holds his hands out in front of him slowly walking towards me.

“If you come closer to her you will be in the same state as this man here.” Ben spits as he rises and towers behind me.

“Enough,” I hiss out to him. Gods the one time I wish Aegon were actually awake to help me deal with something. “You all will see to it that this mess is cleaned up. Ser Benjicot was simply doing his duty and protecting Aegon and I. I’ll hear no more on this matter at this hour.” my voice unwavering hoping they’ll listen and heed my words.

“What happened that could lead to this?” a guard asks baffled, his face turning queasy.

“I intend to question him myself, along with Aegon, to get to the bottom of this. We shall speak on the morrow.” I toss over my shoulder pushing Ben into our chambers and sealing us shut behind the doors.

“What the fuck?” I push him harshly into open space of our chambers. “What the fuck was that?” I ask again throwing my hands in the air at a loss for words.

Ben says nothing and takes a seat in a chair as I fill up a glass with wine. I begin to light some candles around our chambers as it’s still hours before sunrise. I take a long sip and exhale deeply. I walk over to the bed and shake Aegon a little more roughly than needed.

“What is it?” Aegon pushes me off of him and rolls over.

“Get up. We have a situation.” I grit out through my teeth. “Ben just slaughtered a man outside of our chambers and I don’t know what to do.” Aegons eyes shoot open.

“What are you talking about?” he sits up and his eyes bulge as they land on Ben’s bloody face. “What the fuck?”

“Hey.” Ben smiles and offers us a small wave.

“What happened?” Aegon rises out of bed completely nude and takes a seat in a chair near Ben.

I refill my glass while pouring them each a cup of wine and bring it to them. I claim the couch and spread out. I cross my legs and take a sip of wine as I look to Ben expectantly for him to begin telling his story.

“Some cunt from the servant staff was walking the halls with his little cunt friends,” Ben’s voice starts to rise. “He started saying all it took to become the new sworn protector was to fuck you. He said he planned to walk into your chambers and take you as you were while Aegon slept beside you.” I can feel the rage radiating off of him in palpable waves.

“So you killed him? Brutally?” Aegon raises his eyebrows shaking his head in disbelief yet a smile begins to form on his lips.

“Yes.” Ben says nodding as if nothing is wrong with that answer

“Well at least we know you do a thorough job.” Aegon shrugs and sips his wine. “Shall we call you our sworn executioner now?” he smirks walking to the bathing chambers.

“Come, let us clean you up.” I hum offering Ben my hand.

Ben looks up to me as he grabs my hand. His gaze never leaves mine as he places a soft kiss on my forehead. I lead us over to Aegon who has a basin of water and a clean cloth. We have Ben sit as we begin to remove his bloody armor.

“Thank you for protecting me in the halls, although, it shouldn’t have come to that.” Ben looks to me as I begin wiping off his face.

“We all protect each other.” Aegon adds as he removes the last piece of Ben’s armor. “Truth be told, this will most likely be blamed on us anyway.” Aegons eyes look to mine.

“As long as Ben can stay I care not.” I say shrugging as I try to wipe dried blood off his brow.

“Agreed.” Aegon hums bringing a clean cloth to Ben’s neck to start wiping the blood from there.

We finish cleaning Ben in silence as he stares at the both of us with devotion. The pile of bloody armor is moved to the bath so it can be washed in the morning. Our hands begin to slowly undress Ben and lead him over to our bed.

“Thank you for protecting my wife.” Aegon hums helping Ben lay back on the bed. “Let me reward you.” his smile is devilish as he slowly begins to remove Ben’s underwear.

Once freed Ben’s cock bounces against his lower stomach as he stares at us with low lids. Aegon nestles himself between Ben’s thighs as I cuddle into Ben’s side. I turn Ben’s head to face mine and capture his lips into a heated kiss. Ben groans deeply into my mouth as Aegon licks him from base to tip.

“Shh, shh,” I whisper as I trail kisses down his jaw.

Aegon takes Ben fully in his mouth, accepting every inch until he reaches the base. Aegon begins to lift his head leaving trails of spit coating his member. Ben lets out a strangled whimper as Aegon brings his hand up to his balls.

“Fuck, my Prince.” Ben rasps as one of his hands tangles in Aegons hair.

Aegon chuckles around Ben as his hips begin to jerk. Aegon uses both of his hands to push Ben’s hips into the bed and shower him with the pleasure of his mouth. I start to kiss and suck on Ben’s neck as our names fall from his lips like a prayer.

“Come for us.” I murmur against his neck before I bite down on his pulse point.

A low groan spills from Ben’s mouth as his hips twitch as he begins to fill Aegons throat. Aegon licks every drop that Ben has to offer him. He continues offering small licks as Ben’s thighs begin to shake.

“My prince,” Ben groans pulling Aegon off of him by his hair.

Aegon chuckles lowly as he crawls up Ben’s body and claims his lips for his own. Aegon releases Ben and turns to me to ensnare me. I sigh into Aegons mouth as I taste Ben. We slowly pull apart and all cuddle into each other on the spacious bed.

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My eyes flutter open as the morning light peeks through our windows. I untangle myself from Ben and Aegon and softly pad over to the doors. I poke my head out to ask a guard to have a servant bring up some fresh water and cloths.

The supplies are brought to me with haste along with a letter for the three of us to hold an audience with the King and Queen once we dress. I bring the supplies into the bathing chambers and begin to clean off Ben’s bloody armor. The bath water has turned a deep burgundy and I sigh when I see that it’s also crusted under my nails.

“You don’t have to clean up after me.” Ben whispers to me as I jump at his voice.

“Am I not ceaselessly cleaning up after the both of you?” I raise my eyebrow as a smile spreads across my face.

Aegon begins to stir from the bed and sits up pouting at being left alone. He gets up and joins us in the bathing chambers and I tell them about the note I received. We all slowly pull our clothes on and Aegon and I help Ben put his armor back on.

Upon opening the door we’re greeted with the stain that has been left from last nights events. We walk past silently and flow down down the steps. As we turn the corner we can see Viserys atop the throne looking less than pleased.

“I’m far too sober for this.” Aegon whispers in my ear.

“Hush,” I elbow him in the side.

“Your Grace.” Ben says bowing deeply.

“Who cares to tell me what happened last night?” Viserys voice is rough as he looks to all three of us.

“A man was heard loudly speaking in the halls of how it was his plan to come into our chambers to rape and harm me. Ser Benjicot was simply protecting me from those events occurring.” I offer hoping my somewhat thought out words will distract them from the brazen violence that followed.

“So you took his life? We have dungeons for a reason boy.” Viserys voice carries throughout the empty hall as he looks to Ben.

“I-“ Ben starts.

“Is it not his job to protect me and Aegon? By whatever means necessary?” I challenge Viserys as my voice rises to meet his.

“Daughter, I’m not mad that he protected you, I’m mad that there’s stain on the stone reminding us of the brutality.” Viserys eyes narrow on me.

“Gods save us! There’s a stain on the stone.” Aegon brings a hand to his forehead rolling his eyes.

“Aegon.” Alicent warns staring daggers at him.

“You three already cause me enough rumors and whispers throughout court. If you’re going to kill someone for my daughter at least make sure there’s no one to witness it.” Viserys relents shaking his head looking to Ben. “All three of you leave the Keep, I do not wish to see you for the rest of the day.” he waves his hand at us in dismissal.

Ben takes us past the guard quarters so he can remove his armor before we leave for the day. We linger on the front steps not really having an idea of where to go. I suggest we claim an empty villa in the gardens and have drinks and food catered to us.

“Excellent idea, my love.” Aegon claps his hands together. “And where are the gardens again?” he clears his throat.

“This way.” I roll my eyes and lead us.

I find us a villa surprisingly quick and servants are upon us in moments. We order many bottle and ask for them to close the billowy curtains around us for extra privacy. We have an intimate table at the entrance and a couple of couches and chairs tucked away in the back.

“Why didn’t I know about this place sooner?” Aegon relaxes back into his chair with his glass.

“Because you wouldn’t appreciate it as the sanctuary that it is.” I hum as I take a sip of the sweet wine.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Ben breathes out looking to us.

“Don’t be.” Aegon scrunches his brows.

“My actions just made your father kick us out of the Keep for the day.” he clenches his fists angry with himself.

“Fuck the Red Keep.” I shrug my shoulders with a smile.

“Fuck the Red Keep.” Aegon raises his glass to me and we look to Ben expectantly.

“Fuck the Red Keep.” Ben sighs raising his glass.

“You don’t have this position just because you fuck me. You are a brave knight who understands us but loves and protects us anyway.” I say grabbing his hand with an appreciative smile.

“Our father is basically a walking corpse. By the time we stumble into the Keep later he’ll probably forget all about it.” Aegon offers with a lopsided smile.

“And we can forget all about it right now.” I drain my cup and go to refill it.

We sit and drink and let Ben vent for a while listening intently to him. More drinks are brought to us along with lunch and we leisurely graze. The air starts to get warmer and we all shed out of our first layer of clothing leaving us absolutely indecent.

“Up on the table. I want to write my apology with my tongue.” Ben turns to me with low lids as his words go straight to my core.

He moves our glasses and bottles then turns to me expectantly. I slowly rise out of the chair on shaky legs, giggling as the wine rushes to my head. Ben stands grabbing my waist and placing me on the table. He claims his seat once more and pulls me closer by my hips causing my silk slip to bunch around my waist.

“Finally we have some good food.” Aegon chuckles lowly as Ben starts to dip his head down.

Ben places a soft kiss on my wet center sending a shiver through my body. He trails his tongue along my slit making my breath catch in my throat. A breathy sigh escapes my lips as he pulls back to place small kisses on my inner thighs.

“Ben,” his name seeps out of my mouth as he playfully bites down on my tender flesh.

He props my legs on his shoulders and finally brings his torturous mouth to my core. His main focus becomes my clit and at the rapid pace his tongue is moving I would believe that he’s truly writing his apology. A cry erupts from my throat as he slides two fingers into me.

“You guys are so hot.” Aegon groans.

My eyes follow Aegons voice and our eyes lock. My eyes roll back as Ben starts to curl his fingers. Once my vision returns Aegon is hovering over the table and claims my lips. I squeak out in surprise as wine trickles out the sides of our mouth as Aegon brought some with to the kiss. I get lost in the taste of Aegon and the wine as my hips begin grinding onto Ben’s face.

Ben’s rhythm never falters as he begins to pump his fingers faster. Aegon releases my mouth and I let out a loud moan as Ben starts with a third finger. One of my hands buries itself in Ben’s hair and he grunts as I pull. Moans fall from my mouth like a symphony as my orgasm slams through my body washing me in pleasure.

Ben continues with his tongue and fingers while pulling my hips even closer to his face. My whole upper body is arching off the table as he continues his assault. Aegon brings his mouth back to mine to try and hide the whimpers and moans that have been pouring from my mouth.

“Quiet down before I shove my cock in your mouth to silence you.” Aegon says hoovering above my lips.

I come hard squeezing my legs shut around Ben’s head and sobbing into Aegons mouth. Ben offers small licks that continue to send jolts through my body. He finally detaches himself from me and looks up to me with a wet face.

Ben removes both of my legs slowly offering kisses down each until they’re hanging off the table. Aegon grabs my ankle and pulls me over to him. I slide across the table giggling as I stop in front of Aegon.

“I think I would like a taste too.” he hums before bringing his mouth to my over sensitive core.

“Aegon fuck,” I breathlessly pant as his tongue laps at me.

I fall back onto the table with a thud as his tongue zeros in on my clit. My body is trembling with pleasure at every swirl of his tongue. Ben captures my lips in a kiss and swallows all of my whimpers. My hips rise off of the table as I explode all over Aegons tongue.

“Fuck, please,” I whine voice cracking as he continues with his mouth.

“You can give him one more on the table.” Ben coos to me as he pushes my slip the rest of the way up.

Once I’m fully exposed on the table Ben wastes no time reaching for my breasts. His fingers are quick to start pinching and pulling my nipples. Both of their names fill the space between the pants that tumble from my mouth.

“Aegon, I- I, fuck Ben,” a sob tears through me as I come across Aegons tongue again.

“Mm, such a good girl for us.” Ben whispers smoothing my hair.

Aegon removes himself to sit up and take in my disheveled state. My breathing is ragged as my chest rises and falls. Ben slowly pulls my slip back down and they shower my body with kisses offering me words of praise.

“Come, let’s go lay on the couches with some wine.” Ben offers me his hand as Aegon gathers the bottles and cups.

As I hop off the table my legs threaten to give out underneath me. I giggle as Ben’s hands rush to my forearms to help steady me. We all collapse onto the couch which is more of the size of a bed thankfully for us. Aegon hands us our cups filled anew and we all sip in silence.

The wine helps me calm my breathing as I sink back into the couch between the two of them. They both have hands grasped on my thighs rubbing soothing patterns and squeezing softly.

“I wanna fuck you.” Ben’s breath fans across my neck as he trails kisses up my jaw.

“Please Ben,” I whine as his hand travels under my slip to wet core.

“Get on your stomach. Head in Aegons lap.” he nods his head standing up to tower above us.

I slowly start to turn over and place my head on Aegons thighs and raise my ass into the air. I feel the day bed dip behind me and turn my head to look up at Aegon who is smirking down at me. Ben’s hands go to my hips and lift them up to meet his. His tip swirls around in my wetness and glides against my clit causing me to gasp.

“You ready?” Ben asks breathlessly trailing a hand down my spine.

“Yes,” I mewl as I rock my hips back.

He slowly slides every inch into me as I bury my head in Aegons lap. Once his hips are flush against my ass I sigh pushing it back into him seeking more friction. He pulls out and slams back into me almost sliding me across Aegons legs. Both of his hands grab my hips roughly as he starts pounding into me.

Moans keep pouring from my mouth has his hips repeatedly snap into mine. My hands are gripping Aegons thighs as my nails bite into him. I rest my head on his thigh and get lost in my pleasure as Ben continues with no end in sight.

“Keep her quiet.” Ben looks to Aegon as a particularly loud moan falls from my lips.

Aegon is quick to slide his underwear down and free his cock. He wastes no time trailing it along my parted lips. I let my tongue fall out of my mouth and press into his hardened length. Aegon groans and begins to push himself inside my mouth.

“Taking us both so well.” Aegon groans moving my hair to the side so he can watch.

I begin to sloppily bob my head as spit trails out from the sides of my mouth. I groan around Aegon as Ben lifts my hips a little higher to reach a new angle. Tears are streaming down my cheeks as Aegon sets a pace of his own.

Aegon and Ben find a rhythm where when pulls out the other is pushing in. My body is shaking from the amount of pleasure I’m receiving and I let out a harsh sob when Aegons sneaking fingers find my abandoned clit.

“Fuck, squeezing me so good.” Ben pants as his hips begin to falter before he finds a new rhythm.

Aegon shoots down my throat without warning and it begins to spill out the side of my mouth. He pulls out panting and stokes my jaw affectionately. Ben’s hands travel up my spine before wrapping around my front. He pulls me up flush against his chest and begins driving his cock up into me. He wraps a hand around my throat and turns my head to look back at him.

“Beautiful.” Ben whispers as his mouth attaches to mine.

Aegons come mixes with saliva trailing down mine and Ben’s face. His hand applies soft pressure and I kiss him even harder. I whine into Ben’s mouth as I feel Aegons traitorous tongue begin to softly lick at my clit. Ben and I break away from the kiss and gaze down at Aegon. Ben and I both come as we look upon him under us.

We all slowly pull apart and fall back onto the bed, breathing ragged. Aegon takes a sip of wine and passes the cup to us. We all look thoroughly ruined as we lounge back into the couch.

“Someone has to call a servant for more wine.” Aegon sighs as he picks up the empty bottles.

“You’re already up.” I roll my eyes. “Wait! Put some fucking pants on before you scar the staff.” I shout at him before he opens the curtains.

“As if your moans didn’t do that already.” Aegon tosses over his shoulder as he slips back into his trousers.

Aegon breezes out of the villa and Ben tucks me into his side. He kisses me lazily as his fingers stroke my cheek. We pull apart when Aegon returns with more bottles and candles as the sun is beginning to set.

We continue drinking late into the night and then start to pull our clothes on to make our way back to the Keep. We stumble in the main doors giggling and hanging off of each other. As we make it up the stairs Alicent is standing in front of our chambers with a scrunched brow.

“All of you get to bed. Now.” she says through her teeth. “We will discuss your actions in the garden on the morrow when, Gods hoping, you all will be sober.” she looks to us with disgust and swishes back to her chambers.

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HEY! i adore your writing :) i was wondering if you could write a semi long one shot abt reader riding mike and him being super sensitive and him whining and moaning and calling him a good boy and maybe like… spitting in his mouth… LMAOOOO

LMAO, U READ MY MIND FR ALSO, UR LITERALLY MY FIRST ASK, TY FOR THAT HERES AN AWARD 4 YOU🏅

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☆ Her Whiny Boy ☆

Synopsis: Even if he started the teasing it'll always end in him being a big whiny mess, and him being so sensitive.

Tw: Dacryphilia, spitting, foul language, sub!Mike and dom!Reader, dick riding, marking, penatrative sex (p in v), and pet names.

A/n: ILYYY FOR THE REQUEST GIVING YOU BIG FOREHEAD KISSIES MWAH🫶🫶🫶

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For a start, Mike and you have been friends since you were both about 5 years old. He was sitting on the elementary school's swing.

You obviously decided to talk to him. That was about 20 years ago, you yourself thought that the relationship wouldn't go that far but here you are now.

Sitting on Mike's bed while he was all hot and bothered, all pressed up against you. He had his lips attached to yours for the past 10 minutes, Mike wanted more. He needed more.

But you knew, oh you knew how to pull his strings. Mike was leaning against the headrest of his bed with you straddling his lap.

You started to slowly grind into him, you tugged on his hair lightly to see his reaction. Mike's moan was muffled between the heated make out.

"F-fuck, {Y/n}, pl-please" he whined out.

You knew he needed it, but you don't want to just hand it to him, no no. You had to tease him back.

You didn't answer but you did grind down harder, he let a groan move past his lips while his head lolled back.

"Hmmm, how about I get you a little ready first? Sounds good, ay?" You taunted his neediness

Fuck he looked so hot, he looked so disheveled that it was attractive. His hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, you and Mike were both fully dressed making it a bit hard to get friction.

You reached your arms out for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head, he obliged and puts his arms up for more access.

Once you got his shirt over he wanted you to take yours off but you thought otherwise, you instantly grabbed his hands and put it to your hips that were still moving up along his crotch area.

"No, you're not allowed to touch me just yet." You reminded him

Mike whined once again, shit you needed more. You got up off of him and looked down, he had a spot on his pants that were wet. That was sent straight to your core making you soak your pretty black laced panties.

Fuck it. You pulled your top up and over yourself to reveal that you didn't have anything under, you took note that Mike had been palming himself through his jeans.

You moved closer to him letting out a big huff while gripping the sides of his pants and pulling them down past him ankles, catching his boxers along with it and onto the floor where your top was.

You were nearly drooling at his cock, he twitched making him embarrassed and tried covering his beautiful face. While giving him a few experimental pumps and saw how his tip leaked a bit of precum and he grew a bit bigger which you thought was impossible.

You let go and stood up off the bed and onto the floor to shimmy out of your own pants, also catching your laced panties and tossing it into the pile of clothing on the wooden floor.

Crawling back onto him, straddling his thighs while pumping him a little again. You brought your right hand up to your mouth and spit just to lather it into his ready dick.

Mike moaned through his anticipation of wanting to touch you. He wanted to touch you, your body, your everything. Mike needed to touch your soft skin with his rough hands.

"You can touch me now, Mike." You finally replied

Mike was so eager he dove straight for your breasts, massaging them and giving them kitten licks so they would harden from his heated muscle.

You reached for his head and shoved it into your chest more, he was like a starved man. He took the opportunity and used his whole mouth sucking and leaving hickeys on your breast so he could see them turn into a pretty purple later on.

While he was stuffed between your tits, he looked up at you with his beautiful brown colored eyes, it broke something in you.

You pulled his head away by tugging a bit harder on his hair to move him, he let out a hng from the pressure. That made your core dampen even more.

You lifted yourself up a bit and grabbed the length of his cock and positioned it in front of your sopping entrance.

You sat your whole weight down into him, you both whined in unison. Your eyes rolled back while you sat there for a moment to make sure you could adjust to his size.

You slowly started to move, you were steadily sat on his lap. Mike's cock buried deep in you, you'd think he'd split you, which he was. But you loved every single second of it.

"{Y/n}- hiccup -fuckkkk, need more. Need t' move in you." Mike complained

God he was a mess and loved him because of how he acted. At this point you started to bounce on him, he couldn't take it. Mike had reached his arms out and had a death grip on your hips.

He moved you up and down with his hands on your hips, his breathing was unsteady and his whimpers and cries of shit don't stop, m' so close didn't help you out either.

"Open your mouth." You demanded him

He indulged and open his mouth along with lolling his tongue out, you used your left hand to hold his face in place while your right was resting on his thigh for stability.

While still riding him you spat in his mouth and called him dirty slurs while you assisted his dick that was stretching you out greedily.

"Hah, being- fuck. Being such a good boy f' me aren't you.. letting me spit in your mouth." You mocked at him

Your walls spasmed around his cock that told him you were close, you rested your hands on his shoulders.

"I'm gonna- fuckin' cu-!" You blurted out

Your sopping wet cunt tightened our him and came, leaving your slick on his cock and lower stomach.

He was ramming into you at this point, his dick was kissing your cervix which made you want to cum again.

As soon as you came back from your delusions, he came, and hard. You swear your eyesight went white.

You were both breathing heavily from your highs.

"You did so good.." you mumbled while collapsing onto Mike's chest.

He didn't say anything but tightened the embrace and kissed your forehead.

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A/n: I feel like I did a shitty job one this one but I did it woo-hoo! Also I'm sorry again if it's to short my luvs :(

[e-nonsense]

hello girly! can i request for roses in lace if it isn't hassle for you dear!

a scenario where we end up turning the tables on him, just to get him flustered and embarrassed maybe with some suggestive jokes, freaky invitations since he keeps telepathically talking to them so thats her way of getting back at him and she just enjoys how he fumbles

hes so gorgeous i swear, got me going feral for him fr!! anyways feel free to ignore this if it doesnt interest you, have a lovely day <3

MENTALLY VULGUR

pairing. charles xavier x fem!reader

warning. smut, oral (69, m&f), post cuba (he’s in the chair), charles being a cutie

a/n. i love love that picture of james, he looks so cute. did i write my longest smut fic for a character ppl dont read? yes

it started innocently, little flashes of the two of you cuddling in bed together, you completely thrown over him, then he started speaking in your mind. little teasing remarks that he’d act innocently about later.

you’d decided to turn it against him.

“may i add that you look stunning in that dress”

“you should see me without it then.”

you held back the giggle when you saw him pause, you could hear his brain go blank at your innuendo before he cleared his throat, shooting you a flustered smile before pretending to have not heard anything and he went back to grading papers.

you realised since then he’d had a tendency to stay out of your head, well he wasn’t speaking in it anymore but you’d still get the little flashes of his fantasy’s with you.

“you’re a little psychic perv, Charles.” you whispered low into his ear, you’d been pushing his wheelchair along the pathway outside, taking him for his usual rounds around his land, he liked getting out of the school everyday, especially if you were the one he’d be spending that time with.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you hum softly in response, “take a look inside my head, sweetheart. you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

he can’t help his curiosity sometimes so he does, he takes a little peek inside your thoughts, his lips parting in surprise at the image at the front of your mind.

him under you, very much naked.

“oh my..” he mutters, blue eyes widening comically. he looked cute as he turned his head to look at you, before turning away just as fast, flustered.

“what’s wrong, Charles?” you practically purr, amusement dripping from your voice. “you started it.”

you hear him grumble, a whining edge to his voice. “stop teasing.”

“make me,” you reply, lifting his hand up, your chin on his shoulder as you lean down, you place two of his fingers against your temples. “c’mon, sweetheart. if you want me to stop so badly, make me.”

instead of listening he uses his mutation to make you take him back to the manor, straight to his bedroom. it’d be a struggle if you weren’t telekinetic, he smiled as you pressed several kisses against his cheek, returning the favour when you sat yourself on his lap.

he sat up, leaning back against the headboard of his bed for support, one of his hands on your hip and the other on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

your kiss was consuming, like he was trying to possess you, to physically bind you to him so he could kiss you like this forever. his gasp made your stomach flutter, you feel his half hard on pressing against you.

he’d clearly liked the image you put in his head earlier.

your fingers tugged his jacket off, tugging his shirt off over his head, his body shivering at the cold air hitting his pale skin.

his fingers tugged at your shirt, helping you pull it off. his eyes immediately dropping to your chest, unclipping your bra and tossing it to the side.

“you’re beautiful.”

he didn’t waste a second before grabbing them, eyes darkened with desire, his fingers pinching your nipple as your hands went to his pants, undoing his zipper and button and dragging it down his legs along his his boxers.

he flushed as he sat naked in front you, hands sagging to his sides now that your boobs were out of reach, you’d heard his grumble of complaint about that.

you didn’t wait much longer before you stripped down yourself, tossing your remaining clothes into the pile with his.

charles’ eyes lit up, an idea in his head before he flashed it into your mind. no verbal communication needed, he wanted to taste you.

you helped him lie down on his back properly, before adjusting yourself on top of him. stomach to stomach, pussy hovering over his face, and his crotch in front of yours.

he dragged your hips down, so you were no longer hovering over him, your core meeting his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste you.

your hand pumped his half hard cock, spitting on it to lubricate and you felt his groan vibrating against you. your lips parted as you took the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him.

he could’ve sworn he could cum right then.

but he wasn’t ready to be outdone by your skilled tongue and hands. so he moved a hand up towards your pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit teasingly as his index finger prodded your hole.

dipping in when you least expected it to draw louder moans out of you when he sucked on your clit. your hips squirmed against his face, rolling against him.

he heard a gag but felt the warmth of your mouth completely enveloping him.

he fingered you as his head fell back, his middle and index fingers moving in and out of you quickly. charles had come to learn how to use his fingers more skilfully every since he’d lost the use of his legs.

not on other women of course, women no longer looked at him because of his disability. he’d learnt it for you, because you were the only woman who looked his way nowadays, not that he minded.

“charles—”

he could tell his ‘training’ had worked when you came all over his face with your cut off warning.

he licked his fingers clean off your essence before pulling your mouth off his cock. you whined in protest, met his his soft tsk in return.

“later, i wanna feel you now. don’t deny me this, sweetheart.”

your pout didn’t go away but you complied, lifting yourself up away from his face. he frowned slightly.

“i’m sorry, but i’m not going to be much use now.”

he could feel the doubt settling in his heart, what if you just realised he couldn’t give you what you want? what you need? charles wasn’t a self sufficient man anymore, he needed to be taken care of.

“that’s okay,” your answer came before he could fully believe in his doubts. you pressed a gentler kiss against his lips. “let me take care of you, charles.” you whispered softly to him, he could’ve cried right then.

but it would’ve ruined the mood, he’ll open up about that later, he thought. you’d listen, he knew you would.

he nodded. watching you line yourself up with him, charles was a good length. a satisfying length, with the perfect thickness to stretch you out and not hurt you at the same time.

you both moaned in sync as you lowered yourself onto him, sinking onto his cock until he filled you up to the hilt.

his hands moved to your thighs when you started bouncing on his cock, he adored the way you looked like this. on top of him, so pretty with the way your face contorted out of pleasure.

“you look so pretty.”

he called out to you, his hands running down your body, one of his fingers rubbing your clit in circular motions.

“that’s it sweetheart. you’re doing so well.”

charles guessed that if he couldn’t fuck you like you deserved then he’d help however he could, touching you and words.

and god did he love the way you reacted to his words. he watched you bounce on his cock, this angle did you wonders.

you looked like a goddess, the warm lighting from his lamps shining against your sweaty skin and eyes dazed yet so concentrated.

his fingers sped up their motions on your clit, running faster until your hips stuttered and you tightened around him as you came.

maybe this would work. maybe you’d love him despite everything, love him the way he does you.

the stars pale in comparison to your beauty, but he’d tell you that another time. a sweeter time when you weren’t so exhausted.

maybe when he buys you that ring if the day comes. then he’d tell you how much he adores you, for now he’ll settle for the teasing and the way you lay atop him thighs burning under his gentle touch.

for now he’ll hold you.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[plussizeficchick]

Silver Linings Playbook | Shigaraki x Chubby! Reader

Summary; Shiggy’s got a dirty secret and well, you’ll make the most of it.

Warnings; smut, sub! Shigaraki/dom! reader, P in V, panty sniffing(quite a bit), masturbation, spit kink, scent kink?

Sn: this was originally requested by anon but I could never do the request justice fr, but I hope you like it!

He knows he’s utterly depraved, but he can’t help himself.

Ever since he’d first stumbled upon your discarded underwear, he’d made it a habit to pick up the piece of fabric.

At first, he hadn’t even thought of sniffing them, content with the feel of it rubbing against his aching cock, imagining it was you sliding up and down his dick. He thought of cumming into the fabric, before having you step into them, his warm seed settling onto your cunt. The perverseness of it.

But then, during one of usual escapades, he accidentally dropped the sullied undergarment on his face. The scent of your juices sent a shiver down his spine and it didn’t take long before his cock was pulsing, body tensing as his cum splattered against his abdomen.

He needed more.

— —

You enjoyed this little cat and mouse game you were playing. 

At first, you were a bit annoyed. He stole some of your favorite pairs! But after a while, you began to feel flattered. 

It’s not often you find out your boss uses your panties to get off.

So you decided to indulge him, even occasionally rubbing your clit through the material, your juices leaving behind a sticky mess. However, you were starting to become restless.

It might be time to make things a bit more interesting.

— —

You figured the best way to get what you want is to “stumble” on him snatching them up, and you knew just when to do it.

Typically, you and Toga would head out, steal a few things you’d had your eyes on, stir up some trouble for some heroes then find your way back. Enough time to slip in and out, his prize tucked securely in his pocket.

So imagine his surprise when just as he’s about to pick up the heavenly piece of fabric, he hears your voice behind him.

“Well, well, well. What’s this we have here? Boss man stealing my panties?” You tsk, circling him. He avoids eye contact, ashamed at being caught red-handed. “I was just-” “What do you do with them?” You interrupt. Shigaraki stares up at you aghast, sputtering over his words, “W-what? I- you-” You cup his chin, focusing his gaze on you, “I said, what do you do with them? Show me.” 

You walk towards your bed, situating yourself comfortably, patiently waiting for the show to begin.

Shigaraki is nervous, of course he is, but his cock has also never been harder, your words going straight to his dick. He takes his time, slowly peeling away his shirt, and jeans, but he hesitates when he gets to his boxers. “Give them to me.” He hears you say, no, demand. He bristles, looking up at you with wide eyes, seemingly just noticing you’ve forgone your clothes too. “What? You can have mine, but I can’t have yours? Hand it over.” 

His dick twitches.

He slowly removes them, standing to put them in your outstretched hand. “Well? Give me a show.” You instruct, practically shooing him away from you. He grabs the panties he was planning to steal from you, the cute white ones with the little bow on the front, but now he wishes he’d waited, the pink thong practically riding up your pussy lips looking much more appetizing. 

He teases himself first, brushing his fingers sparingly over the tip, pre oozing along his fingers. He shudders, wishing desperately it was you touching him, even just a kiss.

He settles for bunching up your panties against his nose, spreading the pre-cum from the tip to the base of his cock, pulling a small hiss from himself. God, you smelt heavenly, it was a scent he never wanted to go without, wanted it on his face all the time.

He didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes till they shot open at the sound of you moaning, the sound pulling his attention and fuck, you were a sight to see.

You were rutting into your hand, rubbing your pussy through your panties as you watched your boss get off to your panties. It was so utterly debauched, the sight of your cunt soaking through your panties, the wetness sticking to your fingers. He wanted to taste it. He was so fucking close.

“Stop.” He felt his world crash around him.

“Wh- why?” He practically sobs. He was right there! “Because, baby,” You say, peeling the ruined piece of fabric off. “I want you cumming in me.”

He could cry.

Shigaraki wastes no time, practically jumping into the bed before you stop him. “Wanna ride you.” Is all you say before climbing on top. 

You sink down on him slowly, easing his cock into your slick cunt before rolling your hips, setting a steady pace. He’s panting, the feeling of your velvety walls sucking him in earnestly stealing his breath away.

He loses his mind when you start bouncing on him, your tits jiggling tantalizingly in his face. “Suck on them, make me feel good, Shiggy.” And that’s all he needs to hear.

He wraps his arms around your plump waist, holding you steady against him as he pumps himself inside you, his cock slamming deliciously into your g-spot. He takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue laving over a bud, his teeth grazing it slightly. Your pussy clenches, the wet schlick! sound from your combined union somehow making you hotter, the coil in both your stomachs getting that much tighter. You pull him from your nipple, bringing him into a hot kiss, your tongues dancing together as you moan into each other's mouths. “Cum for me, please.” He practically begs, his cock near to bursting.

With those words the coil snaps, your orgasm washing over you like a wave as your pussy tightens up on him. You can hardly manage to form a sentence, but there’s only one coherent thought on your mind.

Shigaraki doesn’t realize what’s happened until he feels you run a thumb along his bottom lip, his mouth automatically opening for you. You open your mouth, a glob of spit trailing from your mouth to his before you take your soaked thong and bunch it into his mouth, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his lips. “Cum for me, Shiggy.” 

He’s never seen stars quite like this before.

— —

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[j-jinxee]

[ ⟡​ ] — KEEP QUIET,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Nijiro x Reader

[warnings — quickie, p in v, unprotected, swearing, cumming inside, semi public]

-,' syn – Nijiro needs an outlet for his adrenaline. Shooting fight scenes as Kazutora and then having to wait for others to shoot theirs, it's throwing him off more than usual tonight.

[AN] no cuz guys, Nijiro literally never shows his arms. Like bro is always wearing long sleeves, jackets, or yk just baggy shirts in general. So this 40 second clip of him (where he's literally just in his own little world on the TR set) WEARING A SINGLET like I can't deal fr, I feel like a Victorian man seeing a woman's ankles for the first time, like it's driving me up the wall.

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"mm-ngh! Niji, fuck" your small whines were quickly silenced by Nijiro's hand covering your mouth. He had previously swept you away from the set, you weren't acting in the Tokyo Revengers movie but since your boyfriend was, you watched from behind the camera with the rest of the crew. It was so cool seeing your boyfriend in his element, you usually weren't allowed to be with the crew since you don't actually work for them, but the TR production was pretty laid back and let you stay to watch. Which is what you were doing, until about 5 minutes ago.

Nijiro was frustrated with the way they were filming. Usually they'd film a single characters scenes all at once, so they wouldn't have their actors coming on and off constantly, but for some reason they changed it for tonight. The night where Nijiro had to film his biggest fight scene.

It was really pissing him off, the way he'd get fully committed to the character, and then be told to go off and take 5 because they needed to shoot someone else. Why would they change the formula? It was perfect the way it was, now the production will suffer.

And above all else, Nijiro was told to take 5 right when his adrenaline would reach its peak. Naturally, he needed an outlet, a way to keep his energy up. Luckily, his favourite thing to put his energy into was standing right infront of him.

"keep quiet f'me baby.." he whispered, gently covering your mouth with his hand. The only lighting in the bathroom being from the dim street lamps outside, increasing the secretive atmosphere. You were pinned against the bathroom wall as Niji buried himself in your cunt, practically imprinting his shape into your walls. Your eyes travelled down to his arms, fuck. You mentally thank the costume team for finally getting Nijiro to wear a singlet, he never wore shirts that showed off his arms, so you made sure to remember this session over the rest. His sweat gleamed in the faint warm light, decorating his neck and collarbones, your eyes fixated on his fake neck tattoo. Fuck, you'd have to convince him to cosplay or something after this, the sight mixed with the pleasure he gave you was making your head spin.

His arms and shoulders flexed with each thrust as he held you up by your thighs, fucking into you like this was the last time he'd ever get. It took everything in you not to scream out his name, along with a nicely crafted string of cuss words, letting everyone hear how good he fucks you. Small whimpers were the most you could let out, not wanting Niji to get punished for having a quickie mid set.

"You're so good f'me... fuck baby" His voice was intoxicating, his touch made you feel ways you've never felt before. Your arms rested over his shoulders, not that they needed to — his strong hold kept you up with no issue. You were sure that if he fucked you any harder, you'd end up bringing down the wall you were currently pinned up against. He felt the need to groan louder, feeling it build — his mouth soon found your neck, sucking on your sweet spots, only bringing you closer to the edge.

You felt Nijiro's hips stutter, followed by his teeth digging into your skin a little harder than before.

"m-mmh cum, cum with me baby" His hot breath laced your jawline as he rutted into you faster than ever. Feeling that familiar knot in your stomach about to snap, you couldn't stay silent anymore.

"mmh- cumming.. cummingcummingcummi- ahh!" You cried into his neck. Shortly met with the feeling of your walls being painted by Niji's hot white seed, filling you up, keeping you warm. You could swear you saw heaven for a second, his touch made you drunk, reaching a state of euphoria you could never get anywhere else.

His arms gently let you back down, still keeping you steady with your bodies pressed together as you could barely stand. Whispering sweet praises in your ear as his hand went down to fuck his cum back into you, not letting any leak out. You smiled weakly as his words laced your eardrums, almost forgetting he was in the middle of his job.

"Nijiro! Wherever you are, you're back on in two." The director shouted.

"Fuck, 'm sorry baby. I'll take care of you when we're home ok? I love you" He said, getting his pants back on at the speed of light. Not bothering to wash his hands, but instead resorting to licking your combined juices off his fingers, and with a quick kiss to your cheek, he was gone.

You knew he'd keep his word, now all you'd have to do was wait till you got home to recieve his aftercare.

can't wait.

[izzystizzys]

the thing about being the highest-ranked and most-decorated officer in any GAR/Guard capacity, fox thinks, is that unsurprisingly nobody could give less of a shit or listen to anything he says. it’s not like he earned those medals and recognitions and perfect test scores or anything, now is it, kote?

or, after the zillo beast disaster, the coruscant guard medbay just so happens to be much closer than the GAR one, and surprise surprise, senators don’t want meatdroids to be treated in their facilities after they’ve just protected them with their lives. fox tries to reason against this. fox is unsuccessful, because no one listens to fox.

which is how he finds himself crammed into a corner along with cody, ponds, bly, rex and their jedi, looking out across a medbay which is quite frankly a goddamn disaster rivalling the fight with the zillo beast in proportions. skywalker tries to step out towards one of the medics, and has to be pulled back by the collar of his shirt by amidala, squawking loudly when he’s nearly rammed over by mauler, crucifix and a shrilly screaming crash cart.

it’s not like fox said this would be a bad idea or anything.

“um, vod”, cody begins, unsure, “what’s - is that guy sewing wooley up with thread?!”

meathook, who is in fact sewing wooley up with thread, and looks about as happy about it as his patient, and who fox honestly thought was going to cry when he announced the influx of patients about to descend on them, snaps something about triage over his shoulder at hound, whose arm is decidedly bent in a way it shouldn’t be, jerking his head to gesture at the rickety cot next to cody’s ARC. fox is pretty sure they salvaged the thing from a dumpster. he slaps a bandage on the stitches that fox fears might be from the same dumpster.

“putting those advanced reconnaissance training skills to use, kote”, says fox, who invariably turns into the worst possible version of himself whenever cody opens his mouth within a klick of his vicinity.

skywalker harrumphs, evidently at the end of his impressive patience. “well, why?! hey, trooper! these men need bacta!”

“do they, now? i’m sorry, i hadn’t noticed”, a low voice hisses angrily behind them, and fox is the only one who doesn’t jump on account of he’s too dead inside to be scared of his CMO anymore. a grave error, he’s sure. “i guess i’ll just go pull some out of my ass along with a tank and painkillers, then! hadn’t thought of that yet!”

warcrime, whose eye is twitching and who is holding a bloody saw in visible consideration of using it, pins skywalker with a look that has had shinies all over the guard peeing themselves. “we don’t have any fucking bacta, you absolute numbskull.”

“but that can’t be right”, cody pipes up again, next to a very troubled looking generals kenobi and windu. fox sympathises very much with the patented migraine-glare on windu’s face. “why do you not have any bacta?”

“because i like to smear meiloorun juice all over my patient’s stab wounds, commander”, warcrime says. “it’s a homeopathic medicine thing. because the chancellor refuses to give us any, genius.”

“what?!” skywalker says, bristling. “that can’t be true! he wouldn’t -“ he’s cut off by his comm pinging loudly over the moaning and crying in the medbay, and warcrime leaning close enough to be heard with a whisper.

“well, he would, and if you don’t believe me, there’s a holorecording of him telling marshal commander fox why biological weapons on the homefront have lower priority and therefore half rations of everything. now get out of my medbay or find out why they named me warcrime, sir.”

amidala, the collective braincell holder for both her husband and the senate combined (on occasion), tugs him out of the way of warcrime’s bonesaw and ire. fox, who very much enjoys not being the primary target of a medic for once, unfortunately also has to be the adult in the room. “sirs, a transfer to the GAR barracks medbay might be a preferable- AH, MOTHERFU-“

“get him, stabby!”, rabid whoops from where he’s resetting thire’s nose, who echoes a much more nasal and muffled, “go, ftabby!”

“get kriffing FUCKED, stabby, you absolute-“, fox seethes, trying to swipe for the medic’s head and nearly planting one on cody instead by accident, who unfortunately manages to evade the swing fox is admittedly projecting very obviously on account of the sedation hypo jammed into his flank.

“medbay rules, sir”, stabby calls, dancing away towards mauler and his crash cart, while someone bumps something solid and flat against the backs of fox’s thighs that he can’t help but tumble back on, already seeing two codys and blys dancing around his vision. “commander fox protocol dictates he is to be helped to sleep as often as possible, sir.”

“a desperate but well-founded measure, i’m sure”, kenobi of all people agrees, and fox waves an unsteady hand in what might be the general’s direction to the sound of cody’s scandalized gasp. “as you were, officer… stabby.”

“traitors”, fox slurs, just as his com-unit begins to ping with an urgent notification. before he can try and answer it, warcrime has ripped it off his arm and flung it somewhere out of his sight. eh, it probably wasn’t anything THAT important, fox thinks. and if he wakes up two days later to a near-hysteric meathook kissing the glass casing of the guard’s brand new bacta tank over and over again, he decides to just roll over and go back to sleep.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 48

Part 1 Part 47

The nostalgia of the morning cannot be overstated for Steve. Sure, the fight over the bathroom is more cramped than it used to be, and Eddie’s much grumpier in the mornings than Tommy’s ever been. And yeah, Eddie doesn’t have enough spare toothbrushes, so Steve has to fake disgust when Carol snatches his out of his hand and starts brushing her own teeth with nary a rinse-off.

Carol digs through Eddie’s drawers until she finds a shirt ripped up enough that tucking it into yesterday’s jeans looks like a purposeful statement instead of a walk-of-shame look, ignoring Eddie’s squawking. Steve does the same, and by the time they stumble into the morning dressed and ready, Eddie looks like he’s adopted a couple preps he’s converted to his demonic metal ways. It’s Carol’s hair – too perky by halves. 

And yeah, Uncle Wayne is sitting at the table, eyebrows raised like he’s trying to figure out the minutiae of the three of them coming out of his nephew’s room bright and early on a random Tuesday morning. Sleepovers at Steve or Tommy’s never involved any sort of parental oversight, and one’s at Carol’s involved everyone sneaking out of the window to avoid the breakfast table all together.

“Didn’t make enough toast,” Uncle Wayne mutters tiredly, even as his eyes vertifiably twinkle over his mug as he looks between the three of them before settling onto his nephew.

Eddie, never a morning person even on the best of days, slumps down in his customary chair, thumping his forehead down on the table with a groan. 

Carol scoffs, scooping up a piece of toast and eggs onto one of the two empty plates laid out, glaring at Eddie as she takes a ferocious bite. Then, seemingly remembering her manners, she smiles over at Uncle Wayne like butter wouldn’t melt and sweetly says, “thank you, Uncle Wayne.”

Steve goes to the counter, shoving two more pieces of bread in the toaster and waiting impatiently for them to pop back up. 

Behind him, Eddie’s near-snoring into his eggs, snuffling. Steve turns around, smiling as Uncle Wayne elbows him in the ribs. “Introduce me to your friend, boy.”

“Not my friend,” Eddie mutters. Steve turns back force the half-baked toas up and out of the toaster impatiently just as Eddie hurriedly continues, “but this is Carol Perkins! Steve’s–”

“Best friend,” Carol says. Steve slides back over to them, leaning against the fridge to watch the show, unwilling to slink off into the living room when there’s a show to be had. He eats both pieces dry, choking it down with a glass of orange juice he pours from the fridge.

He downs the cup, wiping his juice-mustache, before meeting Uncle Wayne’s judgemental eyes. “Don’t have room for another stow-away.”

Carol chokes on her eggs as Steve laughs. “This one will be leaving,” he says.

Everyone ignores Eddie grumbling quietly under his breath. “Aww, Stevie,” she says, pouting up at him and lowering one of her eyelids mockingly. “You trying to get rid of little old me?”

Steve rolls his eyes, turning his back to rinse out his juice cup before putting it carefully on the rack to dry. “Whatever,” he mutters, walking past the table to go snag their backpacks from Eddie’s room, stomping out of the trailer with a called, “bye, Uncle Wayne!” to wait for the other two by the van.

Eddie comes stumbling out, clearly being pushed along by an unmerciful Carol. He slides into the driver’s seat just as Steve’s buckling his seatbelt. Instead of settling down in the back, Carol sits between them on the floor, bickering with Eddie over what cassette they should play.

When they park, Carol barely waits for the van to come to a complete stop before jumping out and skipping off, blowing a kiss over her shoulder just before she melds into the mob that is the student body at large.

Steve and Eddie sit in silence for a moment, reveling in the silence, like the echoing quiet after a bomb has gone off. Or when the cops come, and someone cuts the music at a party.

“What a freak,” Eddie says. He sounds like he can’t decide between being impressed or disgusted by her, unsure where he’s going to land.

Steve laughs, sliding out of the car himself, following in Carol’s wake. The day passes, Steve rides the wave of it, a buoy on the waves that never quiet settles into one spot.

It’s not Carol who sits at their table at lunch, but a Nancy-less Jonathan. Steve smiles absently at him as he squeezes between Steve and Eddie, eyes shifting over to his old table. Carol’s already there, whispering heatedly into Tommy’s ear. He looks sullen, eyebrows pinched and mouth sneering the way it always does when someone tells him something he doesn’t want to hear. Carol smack him with the back of her hand, hard in the arm until he leans away, full-on scowling as she continues to scold him.

It doesn’t take a genius to guess the topic of their conversation, especially after Tommy’s eyes lock with Steve’s across the busy lunchroom. Their gazes hold. Tommy looks serious, sad in a way he rarely is, even more rarely lets show in public. Steve’s heart shudders, the long-buried desire for the past rearing its head.

But then Jonathan leans into him, whispers, “I think we should tell someone,” and Steve glances his way.

When he looks back, Tommy’s turned away entirely, slamming the contents of his tray into the trash as he stalks out of the cafeteria entirely. Steve looks back to Carol, who meets his eyes with a snarl on her face, shrugging, like she’s indifferent to Tommy’s reaction. Steve sighs, looking away.

“Tell someone what?” Steve asks quietly.

Jonathan leans closer, lowering his voice even further. “About your weird powers,” Jonathan replies, the “duh” silent but heavily implied by his tone.

Steve scrunches his nose up, looking over Jonathan’s head at Eddie, who looks just as baffled as he is. “…who?” Eddie asks, just as Steve says, “why?”

Jonathan looks back and forth between them, his eyes just as intense as usual. “The lab people contacted Mom,” he says, mouth barely moving. “They wanted to check up on Will, see how he’s doing.”

Steve looks at Eddie over Jonathan’s hunched shoulders. For once, he can’t tell what Eddie’s thinking. Can’t even tell what he’s thinking himself besides a visceral reaction of wrong wrong wrong that makes him want to curl up in a ball somewhere dark and small.

“Uh, they experimented on a kid, dude,” Eddie says, scoffing. “No way in hell should we trust them with any further weirdness.”

“They what?” Steve demands.

Eddie waves his hand placatingly. “Later, Stevie,” he says, not taking his eyes away from Jonathan. “If Mama Byers wants to trust shady government goons, you shouldn’t tell her either.”

Jonathan looks down at the table. Steve notices he hadn’t even bothered to grab lunch before sitting down. He scoots his own food closer to Jonathan, feels relieved when he immediately steals a couple fries.

“But what if she makes him go?” Jonathan whispers around the fry in his mouth. “What if there’s something actually wrong with Will?” Left unsaid, is that if something’s wrong with Will, there’s something wrong with all three of them.

The tight ball of Steve’s emotions curls up tighter, constricting his throat until it’s hard to choke out, “we’ll go with him.”

Eddie squawks, “what?” incredulously, leaning over Jonathan like he wants to shake Steve where he sits. Their friends quiet around the table, staring over at them, attention caught from Eddie’s shocked outburst. Eddie smiles nervously around the table before murmuring from the side of his mouth, “fucking fine!”

Steve slumps, relieved. Disappointed. Stressed enough that his organs are eating themselves inside him.

He eats a fry, like a normal boy on a normal Tuesday lunchtime would do. “Let us know what she decides to do,” he demands.

Jonathan nods. He spends the rest of lunch taking up space between them. A Byers is a Byers is a Byers, but Steve can’t help spending the rest of lunch tugging at the tie between him and Will, hoping the kid is okay.

Part 49

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[thenickgirl]

BSF!Nick HeadCanons

nick x fem!reader

disclaimer: this is all fictional, and based on my own conclusions.

warnings: kinda long, very very self-indulgent, pure fluff, swearing.

Nick as your best friend:

⚤ he loves to spend time with you, always asking you to come over and keep him company.

⚤ the two of you are so close and so comfortable with each other that you tell each other everything, the good, bad, and the ugly.

⚤ he’s protective, not overly, but you always know that you’re safe with him. he’s not letting any hate get to you, and if it does he’s always there to comfort you. he doesn’t hesitate to put haters in their place when it comes to you, not caring about any backlash it could cause him.

⚤ you both send tik toks and instagram reels back and forth all day long.

⚤ you share locations with each other, and anytime he checks and sees that you’re somewhere he doesn’t recognize he’s calling you immediately:

“bitch! where the fuck are you???”

“nick, are you fr checking my location again?”

“yes, now take your fast ass home”

⚤ when you’re sick, he’ll come over and help take care of you. attempting (failing) to make you soup, but then decides to just order in from panera. he’ll cuddle up with you while you watch movies or some reality tv show.

⚤ he’s always teasing and making fun of you, you both playfully argue so much that people on the outside think you actually hate each other.

⚤ you’re on the phone with each other for literal hours, whether it’s texting, on a call, or on FaceTime.

⚤ if you’re in college, he’ll make sure you stay on top of your studies. he’ll never let you put off schoolwork just to go hang out with him:

“nick come onnn, i can study when i get back, it’s fine i promise”

“un uhh, nope! you’re not gonna blame me when your ass fails”

“but ni-“

“GO STUDY Y/N”

⚤ he loves when you go shopping or thrifting together. he’ll pick out outfits for you to try, and you do the same for him. the both of you hyping each other up when you come out of the dressing rooms.

“yesss girl, you look so amazing in that dress!”

“says you, i love that shirt on you, it’s definitely your color!”

⚤ he’s a big foodie, and so are you. so breakfast and/or lunch dates are a staple in your friendship. he loves going to your favorite restaurant or cafe to just sit and talk about whatever and whoever. sometimes you like to try out new places and add them to your list.

⚤ he’ll send you flowers or candy on valentine’s day because he’s such a sweetheart, and never wants you to feel alone or unloved.

⚤ he’s always gassing you. he never hesitates to call you pretty or gorgeous, saying how much he loves your outfit, your hair, or your new bag. he’s your number one hype man for sure. you of course, are the same way with him never passing up an opportunity to let him know he’s so handsome and the baddest bitch.

⚤ you’re pretty much the ceo of the nick defense team, always on go when it comes to people being disrespectful towards him.

⚤ he’s basically your personal photographer. he loves taking your pictures for you, and you love to brag about his skills. he loves when you take pictures together as well, adding them to his photo dumps, giving very much bff goals.

⚤ since he doesn’t drive he loves riding with you, he even bought a “passenger princess” sticker to put on your glovebox just for shits and giggles. sometimes you guys would just spend the day riding out, blasting music and singing along, snacking on the random goodies you pick up along the way, just simply enjoying each others company.

“bitches be quick but i’m quicker”

“bitches be thick but i’m thicker”

*both*

“SHE COULD BE RICH BUT IM RICHER!”

⚤ if you’re in a relationship or get into one, he’ll be very protective over you, yet respectful of your relationship. he’ll make friends with them, and try his best to get along for the sake of your friendship. he’ll even plan group outings so you all can hang out together and get to know each other.

⚤ however, the second you call him in the night crying, he’s ubering over to your house to comfort you. he’ll hug you and wipe your tears, reassuring you that you deserve so much better than them.

“you’re amazing and i love you so much, y/n. you didn’t deserve that, and if you want, we can go egg their car right now”

“you get the eggs, i’ll start the car”

“BET!”

⚤ he doesn’t believe in fighting with friends. any arguments between the two of you wouldn’t last very long, you’ll always end up talking things out and laughing about it later.

⚤ he loves to include in the videos, especially any challenges they do like the baking videos. you always get front seat if you’re ever in the car videos, and he makes sure you get to speak.

⚤ he absolutely loves the bond you have with his brothers, and you would tease him about liking one of them solely to get on his nerves:

“matt has been looking really good lately..”

“y/n i swear to god…”

“what?? i’m just being real”

“i’ll actually kill you both”

“bitch, shutttt up! you love me too much”

“you’re right. now stop talking about matt before i throw the fuck up”

⚤ if the stars happen to align where you and one of his brothers fall in love and actually get together, he’ll be so annoyed at first, not willing to share you. eventually he’ll be okay with it, just happy that you both are happy, as long as you keep the pda out of his line of sight.

⚤ he fucking loves your cooking. he knows better than get in your way by trying to help so he’ll sit at the table and watch you. you don’t mind his company at all while you’re cooking, even letting him taste test which he never refuses. he’s constantly calling or texting to see what’s on your menu:

“please please PLEASE tell me you’re cooking tonight. i cannot eat in n out again”

“well, i guess i am now”

⚤ you always have him, matt, and chris over on Sunday’s. you love giving them the ultimate sunday dinner experience. you make sure you cook more than enough so they have some to take home as well.

⚤ any time one of you sees those cute and fun best friend date activities on tik tok or instagram, you’re instantly texting it to one another, making plans to try it out.

⚤ when you take him out to the club or a just night out with the girlies, he’s having the time of his life. he’s hyping you up while you’re dancing and throwing it in a circle. he’ll capture every second to show to you later cause you’re so gone you won’t remember a thing. the next day he’s asking you to teach him how to twerk like that for the next outing.

⚤ since you have similar music taste, you love going to concerts and festivals together. all in coachella with your matching crop tops and boots, turning heads left and right. you two are literally glued to the hip the whole weekend, holding hands and jumping around, dancing to the beat just loving the experience.

⚤ he absolutely loves sleepovers, and he’ll always be the one to suggest them. he’ll have a space for you in his closet and at his sink because of how often you stay over.

“bro is there a reason you called me 15 times??”

“uh is this the body scrub that you use? i’m gonna get it for my bathroom so you don’t have to keep bringing yours every time”

“nick, you really could’ve just tex-“

“YES OR NO??!”

⚤ whenever you sleep over, you always do your nighttime and morning skin routines together. ‘faerie soirée’ playing softly on the portable speaker while you go through your skincare steps, singing along, and swaying your hips to the beat.

⚤ he is obsessed with the different ways you style your hair. his jaw drops every time you pull up with something new. he was completely gobsmacked when you showed up with a 30 inch bust down after just rocking your natural fro, then two weeks later in some knotless braids down to your knees. he’s always asking your opinion on his next hair color, but you beg him to keep his natural hair for a while longer.

⚤ he always waits to get his nails done with you so you both can match. in the days before your appointments with analysse, he’s sending you different ideas he sees on pinterest for you both to choose from only to ultimately decide to just let analysse freestyle.

⚤ when it comes to his brand, space camp, he’s always giving you the sneak peeks. he’ll let you be the first one to try the newest flavor because he trusts your judgment, and knows that you’ll always be honest with him:

“okay, what about this one? did you like it?”

“friend, i ain’t gone hold you…that shit nasty as fuck”

“well damn bitch, tell me how you really feel. okay, we’ll scrap that one”

⚤ he loves when you come to boston with him to visit his family. mary lou and jimmy absolutely adore you, and so does all his hometown friends nate, mckayla, and chloe.

⚤ the snap streaks between you two go crazy. you’re both constantly snapping each other the most random shit.

⚤ he’s always telling you about the guys he’s crushing on or talking to. he’ll ask you if you think they’re cute or not, and wants advice on what to say to them. if they send him nudes, better believe he’s immediately sending them to you for you both to talk (or laugh) about:

“girl you won’t believe what he just sent me”

“ouuu how big is it?”

“bitch, i’ve seen baby carrots bigger than that”

“BLOCKED!”

⚤ on halloween, you guys love to find matching costumes (when he’s not matching with matt and chris) and sometimes the four of you would find costumes to match together.

⚤ on your birthday, don’t be surprised to find yourself plastered all over his story. he’s posting a photo dump of you together with a lil paragraph, going on and on about how amazing his best friend is. you’ll have gifts galore from him, matt, and chris.

⚤ he’s super supportive of whatever you do, helping you in any way you can to achieve whatever it is you need to.

⚤ he’s the perfect best friend and he takes the bond that you have very seriously, never letting anyone or anything jeopardize it.

🏷️: @muwapsturniolo @mattslolita @guccifrog @luverboychris @freshloveforthefit @matty-bear @sturniolossss @imsosillygoofylol @nickgetsmewetter @mybelovednick @moonk1ss3d @ghostking4m @certifiednatelover @meg-sturniolo

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

This is part 2 to @buckys-wintersoldier’s request.

Here For You (part 2) » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky takes care of his girl best (the reader) in the sweetest way possible after her boyfriend broke up with her.

Warnings: Fluff, soft Smut (18+), language, tickling, sweet and dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, (f receiving), unprotected sex, size kink, praise kink, Bucky’s dog tags, pet names (doll, babydoll)

Y/EX/N stands for your ex’s name.

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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Bucky is the bestest friend you could ever ask for. He helped you through your break up and now the two of you are having a movie night to help get your mind off of your ex boyfriend. You and Bucky are halfway through the second movie, but you aren’t really focused on the movie. You turned your head to admire Bucky.

“I can feel you staring at me.” Bucky says without looking at you.

“I’m not staring. I’m simply admiring my best friend.” You say.

Bucky turned his head to see you biting your bottom lip with a mischievous look on your face.

“Oh no, I know that look. What are you up to?” He asks.

“Nothing.” You grinned.

You went to playfully poke Bucky’s side, but he beat you to it. He grabbed your arms, pulling you over his lap and started tickling you. You started laughing uncontrollably and squirming on his lap.

“B-Bucky! St-Stop!” You laughed.

“Nope! You started this war with that little mischievous grin.” He says.

You tried your best to cover your sides with your arms, but it was hard to do when you’re squirming around.

“Ooh, is that you’re tickle spot?” Bucky mischievously grins.

“No! Don’t!” You laughed.

Bucky’s fingers went straight for your sides making you laugh and squirm even more than you already were.

“St-Stop! I-I’m s-sorry!” You laughed.

“Say “Bucky is my best friend and my favorite person” and I’ll stop.” He says, not letting up with the tickling on your sides.

“B-Bucky is my best fr-friend and my f-favorite person!” You say while laughing.

Bucky stopped tickling you. You laid on his lap, catching your breath. Once your breathing went back to normal, you sat up on Bucky’s lap and straddling him. Everything was quiet, besides the movie playing in the background. You two were staring into each other’s eyes. The next thing you know, your lips were on his, catching Bucky by surprise. You pulled away leaving both of you breathless and still staring into each other’s eyes. Bucky cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. He gently laid you down on the couch and hovered over you.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He says against your lips.

“Don’t stop.” You say.

Bucky pulled away to take off yours -his- shirt and threw it somewhere in the room. He leaned down, kissing along your neck and down to your chest and breasts, sucking hard enough on your skin to leave hickeys behind. He kissed down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your sleep shorts and looked up at you for permission. You nodded your head. Bucky took your shorts and panties off in one go, leaving you bare underneath him.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky spread your legs, kissing your inner thighs. He stopped at your wet pussy. He placed soft kisses on your clit before licking in between your wet folds causing you to gasp loudly. He slid his right middle and ring finger inside of you, moving them in and out of you while his tongue moved rapidly against your clit. You hands flew down to his head, tugging at his hair.

“Bucky!” You moaned loudly, arching your back off of the couch.

You tried to move your hips against his face, but Bucky put his metal arm across your stomach to prevent you from moving. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. Your ex boyfriend couldn’t even do that.

“Oh my- fuck! Right there!” You moaned, tugging harder on his hair.

“Did I find your sweet spot, doll?” He asks, smirking against you.

“Fuck yes!” You moaned.

Bucky continued to hit your sweet spot with his fingers, moving them faster. Strings of loud moans of his name left your lips.

“You make the prettiest sounds for me.” He says.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers causing your orgasm to come closer and closer.

“Bucky! I’m- fuck! Please let me cum!” You moaned.

“Go ahead, doll. Cum for me.” He says.

It felt like a rubber band snapped inside of you. Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw dropped, moaning loudly as you came harder than ever before, drenching his face and beard with your juices. Bucky licked up every last drop of your juices. He hovered over you licking his lips.

“You taste so sweet, doll.” Bucky says, kissing your lips.

You tugged on his t-shirt, wanting him to take it off. Bucky pulled away from your lips just to take his shirt off. You bit your bottom lip and ran your hands down his muscular body, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. You held eye contact with him as you unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. Bucky pulled down his jeans and boxers just below his ass. You licked your lips when you seen his hard cock, his tip was leaking with precum.

“Are you sure that you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want to do.” Bucky says softly.

“More than anything.” You say.

Bucky lined his hard cock at your entrance, slowly sliding his cock in side of you, inch by inch till he was fully inside of you. His cock stretched out your tight pussy. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt good. Bucky is definitely the biggest you’ve ever had. He’s also way bigger than your ex boyfriend. Bucky gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You nodded, letting him know that he can start moving. Bucky started off slow and then went faster. The sounds of your moans and skin slapping filled the room. You placed your hands on his back, digging your fingernails into his skin making him hiss at the feeling. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you and locking your ankles behind his back. Bucky placed his hands on the arm of the couch above your head to steady himself and put his head on your shoulder. Bucky was loving the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

“Tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in.” Bucky moans, kissing along your shoulder.

Bucky placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily. You moved one of your hands from his back to the back of his head to intensify the kiss. You moaned when you felt his lower abdomen rub against your sensitive clit. Your moans encouraged Bucky to thrust faster.

“Don’t- fuck! Don’t stop!” You moaned.

“I fucking won’t.” Bucky practically growls.

You began kissing his neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys behind. Bucky groaned at the feeling of your teeth against his skin.

“Faster!” You moaned.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He unwrapped your legs from his waist, hooking his arms under your knees and began pounding into you.

“Fuck, yes!” You moaned.

The next words that came out of yours and Bucky’s mouths didn’t phase either one of you.

“I love you, Y/N!” Bucky moans.

“I love you too, Bucky!” You moaned.

You felt that familiar knot in your lower stomach that you felt earlier.

“Bucky! Gonna cum!” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He whispers in your ear.

It felt like a rubber band snapped inside of you again causing you to cum hard again. Your juices dripped down Bucky’s abdomen and thighs. He wasn’t too far behind you.

“Can I- ah fuck! Can I cum inside of you?” He asks panting.

“Fuck yes!” You moaned.

Bucky moaned your name loudly as he came. You moaned at the warm feeling of his cum inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. Bucky collapsed on top of you. Both of you were breathing heavily as you two looked into each other’s eyes. He leaned down kissing you passionately.

“I meant what I said earlier.” Bucky says against your lips.

“So did I.” You say.

Bucky pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes.

“Go on a date with me. I’m not trying to pressure you to jump into another relationship, but I can show you things that Y/EX/N never showed you.” He says.

“I absolutely love that.” You say softly, running your fingers through his damp sweaty hair.

Bucky smiles, leaning down and kissing you sweetly.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky says, smiling against your lips.

“I love you too, Buck.” You say with a smile.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[hangesdarling]

Hiiii !!

Can you pls write a hange oneshot where reader gets off on calling them commander and getting dominated by them ? 🫣 established relationship pls 👉🏼👈🏼

commander — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader

SYNOPSIS. It was your second anniversary with Hange when they found out that calling them Commander turns you on.

CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, making-out, sexual nudity, alcohol consumption, lots of pet names, cursing, dom!Hange fr, fingering, Hange makes you suck their strap, strap-on sex, bondage, marking, biting, multiple orgasms (lmk what else)

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

A/N. omg anon you have no idea how much i love this idea aghhh

It was around 9 PM when you were patiently waiting outside the headquarters, putting a layer of lipstick on with a compact mirror in hand. You smiled to yourself, knowing that the shade perfectly matches the lingerie you're wearing under your work clothes. After all, your second anniversary with Hange has to be more special than the previous one. You made a mental note of the things you prepared for tonight, all the while eyeing the stars littered across the night sky.

However, Hange snapped you out of your musings with a surprising backhug almost knocking the air out of your lungs. Their giggles soon filling your ears with mirth.

"Hange, you scared me!" you pouted to which they responded with a soft laugh. 

They wrapped their strong arms around your torso, lips planting a tender kiss on your neck as they spoke, "Hello there, my love. Sorry about that."

You turned around to face them, placing your arms above their shoulder before leaving a kiss mark on their cheek. 

"Naughty as always," you teased them, causing their eyes to soften in a sultry manner as their hands went to your waist.

"But you love that, don't you?" Hange smirked. They further proved that they're in an extremely flirty mood tonight by carrying you into their arms, dashing out of the headquarters, and into the awaiting car in the parking lot. 

"Happy second anniversary, sweetheart," they whispered before pulling you into another heated kiss on the driver's seat. Hange's hand wandered under your shirt, their callused hands gripping and rubbing circles on your soft flesh. They smiled into the kiss as their thumb felt your lacy underwear beneath. 

Hange gently pulled away, placing a firm kiss on your chest before saying, "I'll have you at home. Hope you're ready for my surprise, honey."

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Hange almost didn't make it to the house as their lips were already linked to yours outside the door. Your hands felt for the knob, stumbling yourselves into the living room as Hange would not break the kiss. Their hands maintained a firm grip around your waist, never letting go until the both of you collapsed on the couch. 

"Ease down, baby," you managed to whisper, catching your breath as Hange busied their mouth on your neck. 

Hange let out a low groan. "How could I when you're also wearing that perfume that drives me crazy?"

You smiled to yourself. "You noticed?" 

"'Course I do." Hange continued leaving open-mouthed kisses on your flushed skin, a lace of red marks crawling along your neck. 

Hange pulled away momentarily as if remembering something. They smoothed out their creased clothes, suddenly smiling.

"Before I forgot," they panted. "I have something for us tonight."

With that, they stood up from the couch and walked over to the counter. They pulled out a large bottle of wine while balancing two shot glasses and ice on one hand. 

"Oh, I wouldn't mind a drink," you beamed, sitting up. 

Hange grinned at you, flashing that naughty smirk that always gets your knees weak. 

"This isn't just a normal wine, sweetheart," they smiled, their voice curling into a mysterious tone, triggering your curiosity. "I got this one made for us."

Hange popped the cork open, pouring halfway into the shot glass before placing a large ice cube with a clink. They offered you one as they poured the other for themselves. The cloying smell danced in your nostrils, a sweet mixture of strawberry and honey. 

"Reminds me of your perfume," Hange remarked as they brought the glass to their lips. Indeed, the smell reminded you of the sweet perfume you always apply on your skin, like fresh sugared strawberries in summer.

You tilted your glass until the cold drink slid down your throat, the sweet and tangy flavor coating your tongue. The sensation made your heart thump, your lips sucked on the remaining drops until the ice bumps on your wet lips. You found yourself asking for more, and in each shot, you felt a familiar heat creeping up on your body— one that reached past your ears and reminded you of the first time Hange made love with you. 

The bottle was emptied halfway when Hange brought you onto their lap once again, their wine-stained lips connecting with yours. They had long set their drink down, eager to have something much sweeter. Hange placed a hand on the back of your head, sliding their tongue into your mouth. Their tongue brushed against yours; a way to taste each other, to seal the experience of such a tempting drink. Your lips sucked on theirs, swiping your tongue over the succulent taste of their lips as your hips began to grind against them.

Your body ached for friction, a relieving touch after such a sensual warmth. Hange took this as a signal to set you back down on the sofa, their other leg anchoring on the side so they could press their body against yours more intimately. Your mind was in a dreamy haze, one where all you could feel was Hange's touch, where all the memories playing were Hange bending you over or folding you into submission. The wine must be an aphrodisiac, you wondered. 

Hange slipped their hands under your shirt, swiftly undoing the buttons one by one until you're left with that lingerie you bought specifically for this day. At that moment of intense passion, Hange tried to ease you down by kissing your shoulders, neck, and chest. The tender attention from their hands and lips failed to ease you up, but rather aroused you even more. 

You pulled them by their necktie, pulling their glasses off as your lips attached to theirs. Your legs wrapped around Hange’s hips, securing them in your body. Hange circled a thumb over your breasts, their hands slowly creeping down until their fingers brush over your clit. A whimper escaped your mouth, involuntarily bucking your hips to their touch. 

"Ah, so eager, aren't you, darling?" they teased, teasing your wet entrance with a finger, earning them whiny pleas from you. Hange chuckled at your reaction, the sight of your blushing face looked so beautiful into the night. The scent of strawberry on your lips matching your perfume aroused Hange even more. Their eyelids grew heavy, a sultry smile stretching on their lips as they slid their middle and ring fingers inside you. You gasped softly as you felt the cold metal of the promise ring on their finger— that special gift you gave them on your first anniversary as their girlfriend. 

You bit your lip, whimpering as their thrusts were excruciatingly slow. Their other hand held down your abdomen so you wouldn't move. 

"Please..." your whine broke into a whisper. "Please, Commander."

Hange shot you an amused glance, lips curling teasingly from your desperate plea. 

"What did you say, sweetheart?" they asked innocently, fingers still thrusting at a languorous pace. 

Your hands went to your face in embarrassment, having realized what came out of your mouth. 

"Come on, don't be shy, love," they muttered, gently caressing your inner thighs. "Say it again."

The way they used their commanding voice only thickened your arousal, like honey dripping down your throat in a way that makes it hard for you to breathe. And yet it was so sweet. 

"Please... Commander," you whispered, fully submitting to their command. 

"Good girl," they smiled as their thrusts quickened, their lips catching your moans in a heated kiss. Their slender fingers curled and stretched you out, knowing just the right angle to make you squirm and scream in delight. 

Your hands clawed on their back, your mouth working to leave kiss and bite marks on their neck and chest. Sometimes your hand would tug on their hair, followed by a whimper of pleasure that Hange delights to hear. 

The coil in your stomach tightened, urging your hips to move along Hange's rhythm as your release came crashing at you. You let out a loud, drawn-out moan of Hange's name before stilling yourself back to the couch, still panting. 

Hange kissed down your throat and said, "I'm not done with you, sweetheart."

They were so gentle as they sat you up on the couch, whispering sweet things into your ear before making a contrasting move that filled you up with arousal once more. 

They unbuckled their belt before motioning towards the floor and said, "On your knees, love."

Your cheeks heat up once again, as you get down on your knees. Hange couldn't miss the excited smile on your lips as they unzipped their pants to show you the new dildo strapped on them. 

Your teeth caught your lower lip, a hand running a hand over the length. It was longer and thicker than all the ones Hange has used on you before. "You really bought a new one, huh?" 

"Just for you. I know my princess can take it,” they smirked, holding up your chin. "Get it wet for me, alright?" 

Your head bobbed up and down in alacrity, eyes hungry for what Hange has in store for you. "Yes, Commander." 

It was all Hange needed to hear before kissing you once more, their tongue running over your lips before pulling away to replace it with the tip of that dildo. They held down the length, brushing the tip through your lips before slowly inching it inside your opening lips. Hange fed you inch by inch, mindful if you're in discomfort because of the size. But they found none but pleasure in your face as your eyes fluttered close, taking the length halfway before pushing it back and forth against your mouth. 

Hange has to cover a hand on their cheek, keeping themself from losing control just by seeing your cheeks hollowing out on their length. Your hands rested on their knees, breathing through your nose and careful not to choke. Every thrust was hitting your uvula, stretching out your throat in both pain and pleasure. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Hange's eyes just to show them how deep you could take them in. 

"Fuck," Hange whispered, eagerness spreading over their face just by watching you. 

"Oh god, I need to do it inside you," they mumbled before slowly pulling the thing out of your mouth. Hange circled an arm on your waist, pulling you back to their lap for another kiss. 

"Since you like calling me Commander so much, I hope you won't mind a bit of what I'm planning to do," they chuckled in your ear. They rose from their seat, keeping a hand on your waist as they went to the study table they set up in their living room. 

Hange went behind you, kissing the back of your neck once more as they gathered your wrists behind. 

"Remember when we first met?" Hange began to which you nodded, attentive and intrigued with how they were starting. They smiled at yoru direction and continued.

"I thought you're just another stick-in-the-mud Survey Corps logistics officer. Just handing me the reports and such," Hange grinned at the memory, slowly undoing their tie. "But I got the hint when you're frequenting my office. Always early on reports. And sometimes... your skirt would be a little too short or something."

Hange placed their necktie around your wrists, securing the soft fabric in a firm knot. Your breath caught on your throat as they went close to your ear, making something inside you tingle.

"Really, I want to hold back. But my mind kept telling me I need to have you bent down on my desk, getting fucked," Hange pushed you further until your hips hit the edge of their desk. "And that's just what I did."

Hange's voice went deep and husky as they pushed a hand on your back, bending you in such a provocative position with your hands tied up. Words caught in your throat, mind blank from arousal. You felt the tip of their dildo brushing and teasing your folds, eliciting another moan from you. 

"Remember all of that, my love?" You could hear Hange's smile just from their voice as they began to inch the dildo deeper into your entrance.

"Fuck...!" you breathed out, your voice diminishing into soundless moans as the new length stretched you further. Hange angled their thrusts in a way that you could feel the depth in your stomach. They slid in and out slowly so you could get used to the length and girth. 

In no time, Hange has you wet enough to increase their thrusts. They bit and kissed your back, whispering praises in your ear, and entertaining you each time you called them Commander. 

"That's it, my sweet girl. Doing so well for me," they would whisper.

Outside, the night was cold and quiet, offering a tranquil scenery for sleeping creatures. But the passion from your lovemaking defied that cold silence. At some point, Hange became a little too eager, tearing away the thin lacy fabric on your skin despite your protests. I'll buy you a new one, sweetie, they would whisper breathlessly, as their hands roamed over your almost naked body. 

The table rocked against the force of your movements, papers sliding down, and a pen holder or two getting knocked over. Your moans erupted in broken, varying tones of the word Commander, and Hange couldn't help but tease you about it.

"Mhm, you're so obedient. Bending down for your Commander like this?" they would say. 

Hange drew out multiple orgasms from you, your wetness beginning to drip down your legs as they pulled out. Seeing your weak, almost limp body bent down had Hange smiling as they untied your hands. They took their discarded uniform across the room, gently wrapping it around you before taking you in their arms to carry you upstairs. 

Once there, Hange cleaned up the both of you with a warm, damp towel before sinking to the sheets. You slept almost instantly in their warm embrace. They whispered one last, "Happy anniversary, my dear" before resting their head on your chest to sleep. 

Perhaps it was around 3 or 4 AM when your eyes blinked open, and felt relief remembering it was Saturday tomorrow. Hange remained sleeping on your chest, their brown locks messily draped over. You kissed their forehead, gently taking Hange’s hair in your hands to tie them in their preferred ponytail. As you finished, you ran a hand on their hair, waiting for sleep. However, you realized something pressing against your chest from the uniform Hange lent you. You were careful to inspect the breast pocket to not wake Hange up. Your hand fished down the small circular object, angling it on the sliver of moonlight pouring from the window. 

You held a soft gasp at the realization that you were holding an engagement ring. Delicately, you slid it on your finger and found it to be in a perfect size. Your eyes softened once more, a smile etched on your lips as you took the ring back to the breast pocket of Hange's uniform. The night rocked you back to sleep, your eager heart looking forward to the warm morning to come. 

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

[library-ducky]

Ghouls on vacation

Totally not inspired by me going to the seaside over the weekend. Not at all.

HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT, LET'S GO

AETHER

gets everything set up

if there's a Papa nearby, he will make him sit down and rest, no buts

he'll go swimming, but will not put his head under the water. And he'll do at least one dive-bomb to soak any unfortunate soul who is close enough

he'll read crime mistery books while lounging on a deck chair (bonus point if there's a beer in his hand)

he has the Dad™️ fit: flip-flops, swimming trunks (with palm trees or dolphins or pineapples on them), an open hawaian shirt and the sunglasses and baseball cap combo

RAIN

knows how to surf

idk how or when or where he'd learn, but he DOES

also the sun brings out his bioluminescent spots (the biology probably doesn't check out but idc, I headcanon that he has bioluminescent freckles and the sun brings out freckles so)

(in his human glamour), he doesn't tan a lot (I might be projecting but it's *MY* headcanon and *I* get to choose the bitch that will simply not tan 😤)

if possible, he'll unglamour just to dive as deep as he can go

he's the bastard that brings out the pretty rocks and seashells

might also befriend a fish or two while he's at it

he pulls the "my hair is wet so I have to shake the water off OH NO I WAS STANDING TOO CLOSE AND SOMEONE GOT SPRAYED this surely was not on purpouse I would never 🥺👉🏻👈🏻"

PHANTOM

he'd be a bit scared to go in at first, but ultimately would get coaxed into it

he swims by doggy paddling for the better part of his time at the beach. He knows how to swim, that's just more fun to him

builds sandcastles (and honestly slays at it)

hates the feeling of salt in his hair after it dries, so Cumulus brings a water bottle along so he can rinse it out when he gets out of the sea

he gets HUNGRY after a swim

tries to dive along with Rain, but isn't able to go as deep since he's not a water Ghoul. He will, however, make it his job to point out pretty seashells and demand Rain gets them for him

SWISS

an absolute heathen in the water

he'll creep up behind people (mostly Dew or Phantom) and push their head under the water

he steals a bucket from Phantom and uses it to absolutely SOAK Aurora with the water he scoops from the sea

he tans both in human glamour and in actual Ghoul form

also knows how to surf (dude bro energy fr fr)

he'll be a menace and playfully tease and torment everyone but as soon as someone tells him to stop, he'll be on his best behaviour

reminds everyone to drink water (resorted to throwing a bottle at Rain's head one time cuz he would ignore him and refuse to stop swimming. Rain listened immediately)

DEWDROP

hair in a high bun IMMEDIATELY, will NOT let them get wet

unless Swiss pulls him under, but that usually warrants Swiss getting chased up and down the beach for 15 minutes with a fuming (HAH) Dew behind him

he'd bring a sunshade umbrella to stick in the sand (and then not use it cuz he likes to bask in the sun)

he'd also join Phantom in his sandcastle endeavours by digging a moat around the structure

will swim, but only for a little bit, he'd rather make himself sizzle in the sun

he doesn't really tan, but also doesn't get a sunburn (something something fire Ghoul)

Cumulus still manhandles him into putting on sunscreen (as she does with everyone)

MOUNTAIN

THE SUN MAKES HIS FRECKLES SO PROMINENT AND EVERYONE LOOKS AT HIM LIKE 💖👄💖

usually throws his hair into a haphazard bun and leaves it like that for the entire time

he jumps into the water EXCLUSIVELY by diving headfirst

he doesn't mind the salt on his skin after he dries off, he's used to the grime from the greenhouse and the gardens anyways

he tans, and the freckles on his shoulders/back/collarbone get much more visible as well

his cheeks also get a bit pinker from the sun and everyone calls him adorable because of it

will observe the local flora and fauna, he just can't help himself honestly (and he WILL tell Rain all the sea life fun facts he knows)

drinks only water, but occasionally he'll treat himself to a pre-mixed cocktail if Cumulus brings any (she always does)

CUMULUS

mom friend fr

brings an extra tube of sunscreen (both for the body and the face) just in case someone forgets

manhandles EVERYONE into putting it on

also brings some extra towels in case someone gets theirs wet by accident or forgets it completely

she packs snacks and fruit, as well as drinks (the cooler bag carried by Aether, of course)

she likes swimming, and doesn't mind diving or getting her hair wet (her hair gets really curly and fluffy when it's dry and everyone thinks it's the cutest thing ever)

reads romance novels

she steals the sunshade from Dew, he doesn't need it anyways

helps people to brush out their hair if they need it after a swim

the only person who could convince Rain to get out of the water immediately

CIRRUS

Rich Wine Aunt energy and she shows it

black bikini with a black sheer robe over it

big sunglasses and a big ass hat as well

she doesn't really go swimming a lot, she preferes to tan

reads horror novels on the beach

usually drinks a cosmopolitan cocktail while she lounges, sometimes (although rarely) a beer

she keeps her hair down for the added Dramatic Effect

she keeps everyone (or at least the Ghouls not in the water) cool with her air magic (Dew asked her to stop doing that for him cuz he likes burning in the sun)

will not tolerate being bothered in her peace (she will, actually, but she'll be extremely annoyed about it)

SUNSHINE

much like Dew, she loves to bask in the warmth of the sun

her hair gets hella curly and bouncy from the salt water

she has a whole "after tanning" routine so her skin won't get messed up

also she tans quite a lot

uses a tanning jam

likes to nap under the sunshade with Cumulus

she puts on headphones, plays some music aaaaand she's dozing off

the third surfer of the group (YES I'M HAVING "MALIBU RISING" BRAINROT IT'S SUCH A GOOD SUMMER BOOK)

makes necklaces out of the shells Rain picks up (if she manages to convince him to give some up)

star shaped sunglasses

AURORA

helps Phantom build sandcastles

also brings pretty rocks (and steals shells from Rain when he's not there) to decorate them

she LOVES swimming and diving

"her hair turns bright pink in salt water" ~@ligovskaya (okay Barbie mermaid toy moment 💅🏻✨️)

she does her nails on theme (either to do with the sea, the beach, fish, so on and so forth)

is in the process of learning how to surf and is being taught by Sunshine

she likes to listen to music but like on an ipod shuffle with wired headphones

has heart shaped sunglasses (got them from Sunshine cuz she decided that she's adopting Aurora as a sister, therefore they have to match)

she has the cutest, frilliest pink bathing suit (she's a pink girlie to me)

uses a tanning jam as well, but mostly because it smells nice

okay, this is it for now, I will gladly do other Ghouls or Papas if you guys want, you can pop into my ask box as well :3

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[kill4luvina]

"Meant 4 You"

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Bf!Luffy x Black!Reader

Summary : Luffy and Y/n go on a date to the carnival with their friends, only for Y/n to accidentally tease luffy until everyone leaves, and luffy takes it out on you in the car. (Lowkey based off the last story w/ luffy)

Warning : SMUT, Porn with plot, Luffy's Hispanic, Luffy calls reader mama, not proofread, car sex, public sex (i lost all motivation to write this mid way thru.)

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"MAMAS!!" "LUFFYY!!" You'd both yell in sync as the two of you would run from opposite sides of the parking lot jumping into eachother arms. Luffy carrying you as your arms were wrapped around his neck and legs around his torso, as you took in his intoxicating aura you missed. His Yves Saint Laurent cologne mixed with a earthy weed aroma completely drowning your senses. He'd hold you tightly as you laughed at him planting kisses all over you face telling you how much he missed you. His eyes softening when you told him you missed him too, before he finally gave you a kiss on the lips making you smile into it when you feel him playfully bite your lip. You'd pull away jumping off of him as your friend group stare at the both of you some annoyed (law & luvina..) others in awe. The both of you had totally forgotten this was a 3 man.

"Y/n... If you and this nigga don't get a fucking room." Your Bestfriend Luvina would roll her eye walking over to one of luffys friend's Law aka her bf as the two walk to the line and start talking. You and luffy following behind them along with the other two friends of yours. As the day progressed, it was 5:38, and the 6 of you were there for about 30 mintues before the other couple wandered off leaving you with Luvina, Law and Luffy. You 4 deiced to go off and play some carnival games to pass some time. You had already gon on one ride, the Pharaohs Fury and Law had basically cried after you and Luffy forced both luvina and him to sit in the backrow. "Luvi.. Why'd you let them make me do that.." You'd hear law in his most vulnerable state ever as he hid in the crook of luvina's neck silently as she whispered kind words of affirmation to him. "Aw their so cute!" You'd smile as your boyfriend looked over and smiled too before pointing at one of the basketball games. "2v2?" He'd ask both you and the other two as you nodded in excitement and luvina nodded too.

Walking to the game you finally took a moment to really look at your boyfriend, like he really put his outfit on. He was dressed in a White shirt with a pair of Red Graphic Shorts you had bought him off a tiktok brand and white forces. He additionally had a Silver chain and watch the tie the whole fit together. "Damnnnn, Luffy you really put that shit on!!" You'd tell him as he smiled thanking you before saying, "fr tho, i really did put this on!" "Yeah, in the dark." Law would say in the background making You and Luvina luagh as Luffy gave him a side eye. "Atleast I'm not- atleast- uhm." Luffy would look for a comeback making law roll eyes as he walked past him. "You can't even come for him because he came out lookin sexy asf." Luvina would say watching her man walk up to the basketball game. "Girl.." You'd look over at her before looking law up and down giving a nasty look, even though his outfit actually ate up.

You 4 would start, the timer counting down from 5 minutes. Luvina and Law would start off strong, in complete sync. Law would make a shot and luvina straight after. Luffy started off strong too but you on the other end, you were struggling real bad. Slightly annoyed you start just throwing the basketball at the hoop, luffy looking over at the timer that was at 4:30 before quickly coming behind you and grabbing a ball. He'd put the ball in your hands before putting your body in the correct stance and pushing your arms up as the ball flew into the hoop easily. "There you go, jus like that mama." He'd whisper in your ear making your face feel hot from slight embarrassment, he'd help you like this a few more times and you got it in each with his guidance. So caught up in the game you didn't realize you were subconsciously grinding into him. "stop.." he'd huff, beads of sweat starting to form on his face.

Looking back, you'd notice your boyfriend was blushing as he held you hips. His dick was practically jumping out of this pants at that point as you felt his complete length agasint your ass. He'd pull himself away quickly before going back to the game and completely locking in so the two of you had a chance of winning. Not much longer the game would end and the score was 53-54, a very very close tie and shockingly you and luffy were the ones that won. "Ya'll had to have cheated.." Law would say annoyed as he watched you pick out the prize at the booth wishing it was Luvina instead. "Yoo, can we go on a ride?!" Luffy would say excitedly pointing at the biggest ride there. "Sure why not" "Yeah I'm down" "Only if luvina's going."

"Why the fuck did I agree to this." Law would mutter, keeping a blank expression even though he was actually in tears. He didn't understand how he found himself on the biggest ride in the carnival, in the back row between the 3 of you. After the ride, You and Luffy couldn't help but die laughing at the fact Law was genuinely afraid of heights so badly, to the point where he was frozen completely through the full ride. "Baby, you okay?" no response. "law, cmon snap outta it." still not response. Luvina was getting worried, he's never been like this and she had no idea what to do. "Uhm, guys.. I think he just needs some rest, we'll see you guys tomorrow." Luvina would wave bye to you guys as she held laws hand guiding him back to the parking lot. "baby? answer me please?" you'd both hear her asking as they soon disappeared in the crowd. "Aw.. Poor law." you'd say feeling bad that you guys had in a way peer pressured him into the ride. "Right.." Luffy would say, he was still hard, trying his best to not just bed you over right there and then. "I think, we should go home too." Luffy would add as your agreed.

Little did you know, you had just walked into a trap. You don't understand how or when but your found yourself in the backseat of luffys Black BMW i7. Eye's rolling back as you feel your boyfriends fingers deep in your pussy feeling his eyes on you as you tried to push him away. Usually he'd love watching you struggle but after today, he wasn't in the mood. "Touch my head again and i'll stop," He'd say firmly watching your hands slowly pull away as he brought himself down and started eating you out. You'd cover your mouth as you caught yourself starting to moan a little too loud, head falling back as soon as he found your g-spot. "FUCK!" you'd moan loudly, muffled between your hand. Subconsciously, the hand on your mouth flew to his head feeling your orgasm wash over you. Feeling your toe curl as tears started to fill your eyes, you'd bite your lip as your eyes rolled back once more and you came in his mouth squirting.

"Your so good to me." You'd hear him mumble into your pussy licking up all your juices overstimulating you. He'd bring himself up giving you a long sloppy kiss as he'd pull his shorts and boxers down pushing his dick agasint your entrance. Teasing you as he'd rub agasint your slit making you moan into the kiss before he pulled away finally pushing it in. "Luffy- Fuck!" You'd moan as you felt his hands on your thighs keeping your legs spread as he slowly started pounding into you. His eye focused on where the two of you connected as he let out soft moans, you'd notice making your whimper because you loved when he got venerable with you. Only thing was you didn't understand why it had to be in the car, in the parking lot of a carnival at 7:50 pm. You'd almost start crying as you felt him speed up leaving hickeys all over your neck as started hitting places you never new existed when he pushed you legs farther back.

"Mhph!" you'd cry covering your mouth as you looked down noticing a creamy ring appearing around his dick. "D-doing so well mama." He'd say before hiding his head between you neck giving you more kisses to try and stop himself from moaning. "Too much!" you'd cry out as your hands flew to his back, starting to scratch him with your pretty nails he had paid for the other day. Leaving red scratch marks as you feel yourself getting thrown off the edge, having another overwhelming orgasm crash you as your body shook. You'd close your eyes tightly, feeling yourself squirt again, but not only that but this time you'd feel a warm liquid fill you. Leaving you feeling so cozy and content as you feel your boyfriend hug you giving you soft kisses. He'd slowly pull out before pulling his pants back up, before laying you down more comfortably pulling out a blanket & pillow from the small basket he had in his car just for you. cleaning you up with some baby wipes that were also in the basket, giving you a kiss before going into the front seat.

just know when yall got home, he ran you a warm bath and spent time in it with you before taking you to his room and watching a movie til yall fell asleep. luffys the best boyfriend <3

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