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softaestluv · 2 months ago

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Breaking Bread

Simon Riley who is quite the anomaly of a man, or human, rather. Your lieutenant who’s only spoken a handful of words to you.

Simon Riley who happens to be sat at the only open table in the mess hall.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Sergeant! Reader

This chapter does contain smut. 18+ content only!

Tags: Short n’ Sweet, Fluff, Pining, Slow burn if you squint, Food as a love language, Eventual romance, Military inaccuracies, Hand feeding, Smut, Vaginal fingering, Pet names, Creampie, Dirty Talk

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5 (final part!)

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Usually, your leave goes by too quickly, as if you blinked and you found yourself on base again. Didn’t get enough sleep, didn’t stuff yourself full of enough expensive cuisine, didn’t see your friends long enough. Have to force yourself to drag your feet out of bed, into your car, and take the long trench back to a miserable occupation.

Except this time, it seems to drag; you can’t wait for it to come to an end. You don’t entirely know why, can’t seem to scratch the itch under your skin that only one person seems able to despite how mundane and insignificant the majority of your interactions have been.

So, you find yourself a little too eager to return, mind buzzing impatiently.

When you do finally see him, you practically swoon. Black cargo pants, black compress shirt, black balaclava makes you entirely too giddy. Feel entirely too guilty checking your lieutenant out, but you can’t help it when he’s ravaged your thoughts your entire leave. When you silently walk to his side, and he sees you after your bashful stare.

When you don’t look at him, don’t say anything; his deep voice comes. Melts over your body in warm strokes that has you biting your tongue to stop from smiling.

“Hi, dove.”

You look up at him, his eyes far too soft for a man of his reputation, “Hi, sir.”

You can tell he wants to say more, for the first time since the two of you have talked. Can tell from the way he stares at you, the way he leans a little closer to your frame.

But duty calls, sergeant’s yelling across the room, asking what they’re supposed to do next. You push on your tippy toes before he can get too distracted from you, press your lips as close as they can get to his ear.

“I have treats for you, come by my room after training?”

You smile at him sweetly when he nods eagerly. Laugh a little too loud when you hear him shout that training is over, cuts the day short just so he can follow slowly behind you to your room.

You perch the door open, wait for him to walk in. He’s been in your room countless times by now, examining your injuries with piercing eyes and soft hands, but not like this. From your own invite, the lack of a mission or injuries definitely blurs the lines of why he’s there, makes the air incredibly suffocating. Though, you continue like your throat isn’t tightening, chest beating far too loud.

“I didn’t mean end training now,” You tease, digging through the box you brought from home before displaying the Chantilly cake, “Made it for you yesterday before leaving; it’s not nearly as fresh as it should be, but I thought it would be better than the artificial food here.”

You peer up at him as he stares down at the cake in your palms. You’re not sure what the look in his eyes means, but he doesn’t say anything, makes you suck your lip between your teeth, nervously fidgeting from foot to foot.

“Do you want to try some?” You ask, embarrassed from the way your voice shakes, unsure if you made the right move to make him a fucking cake— should you just have brought him chocolate?

“Yes.”

“Okay, let me uh-“ You pause, realizing you didn’t think this entirely through, that you don’t have any utensils to cut the cake, “Ah, shit. I don’t have anything to cut it with.”

Ghost pulls a knife from a strap in his cargos, handing it to you without a second thought. It makes you chuckle softly, cutting a decadent cake with such a massive weapon, but it makes do. Quite fitting for the man you’re feeding.

Still, you feel a little stupid when you turn to him and tell him you don’t have a fork either. This doesn’t phase him; you watch him pull his gloves off in one quick move, pushing his balaclava up over his nose, and pick up the slice you cut with his bare hands. Takes a bite just like that, raspberry juice spilling over his fingers and knuckles.

You look at him wide-eyed, can’t really decipher the sight in front of you as reality. Not when he doesn’t stop until the whole piece is gone, vanilla cream frosting smeared over his lips and fingers. Stare dumbfounded as you watch him suck the cream from the pads of his fingers, moving lower to lick the raspberry juice from his knuckles.

“Do you want another piece?” You ask in shock.

He just nods, so you cut him another piece, watch the previous scene unfold in front of you a second time; the raspberries staining his fingers and lips red.

You offer him a third slice; you intended for him to have the whole cake, so you’re more than willing to give him every slice. He accepts, sits on your bed with a new slice, thighs spread wide.

“C’mere,” He says, two fingers beckoning you over to him.

You paddle over, of course, but not without hesitation, your mouth drying, nerves fluttering against your stomach. You stop in front of him, an arms length of distance between the two of you, but he tsks his tongue, not pleased with the distance. Pulls you between his thighs by your hip.

You gasp quietly in shock, your hands falling to his shoulders on instinct. Ghost acts like it’s normal, holds the cake to your lips like you’re not pressed so closely to him; your body shoved right up against the inside of his thighs. The two of you practically face to face even though he’s sitting and you’re standing.

You take a bite, try your best not to spill any of the berries between the two of you, but they land on his lap anyways. Maybe you should feel a little ashamed how he holds an item up to your mouth and you obediently swallow without a word said, but you can’t find it in yourself to really care.

The both of you take turns biting pieces of the cake until all that remains is the red juice staining his hands, white cream painted across his thumb, and raspberries in his lap. He sucks the frosting off his thumb— can’t help but feel a little remorseful that he doesn’t slip it into your mouth for you to lick clean.

You don’t offer another slice, and he doesn’t ask for one, don’t think you quite have it in you to push your way between his thighs again if you do. His palm is heavy on your hip, the air is heavy around the two of you. Seems to weigh you down, freezes the two of you in time. Though, his stare is thicker, penetrating, makes your fingers twitch on his shoulders.

“Made that just for me?” Ghost asks.

You nod, swiping your tongue over your lips like you’re trying to lick any remnants off, but really you’re just incredibly anxious. He grips your chin lightly, slowly pulls your face to his, and hovers your lips over his. Can feel his warm breath on your cheeks when he starts to whisper.

“Our little secret, dove?”

Your eyes flutter slightly at the tone of his voice, firm and rich, licks a searing warmth down your back. All you can muster is a another nod, don’t think you can do anything more with his strong grip on you.

Seals his lips over yours in one claiming swoop, fierce, possessive. Didn’t expect him to kiss you like this, breath stripped straight from your lungs over some cake. A Cake he tastes like, vanilla frosting and berries, sweet and tart. Causes you to lick into his mouth fervently, like you were trying to lick the taste clean.

It’s wet. Lewd smacking of saliva in the confines of your private quarters.

It’s hot. His mouth scorching against yours, burns the shape of his lips on your skin.

When the two of you separate you, you chase after his lips pathetically, think your knees might buckle under you. He seems to know, maybe it’s because your eyes are already half-lidded off one kiss or the way your chest is heaving, taking shallow breaths, but his large palm clutches the back of your thigh, thumb cupped under the curve of your ass.

His other hand dips under your shirt, spreads his touch on you wide and avaricious. Maybe you’re too eager, but your body is itching, stinging with a carnal desire. When it feels as if Ghost’s touch is the only thing that soothes your ache. So, even if you weren’t sure that he wanted more, you peel your shirt off hastily, drop it behind you without a care.

“No need to rush, sweeth’art,” He drawls, slowly.

“Wanted you for weeks,” You confess, struggling to unclasp your bra, “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

You’re not even ashamed of the desperation in your tone. You can’t go back now, it’s too late; you won’t continue to pretend. You let your lieutenant take without a word for months, let his talons hook into your flesh, and bury deep without recourse.

Ghost inhales deep when your bra finally drops, engulfs your breast in one hand. He’s seen almost every aspect of your body by now, traced his fingers over your injuries, but he’s never seen you like this, never touched you like this.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He breathes, closes his eyes to gather himself.

His touch is sticky on your skin from the raspberries, leaves red fruit stains on your hip and chest. Trails his fingers over the swell of your breast, brushing lightly over your nipple, pinches the bud between his thick fingers softly, eyes darting to yours when you exhale a quiet noise.

You squeeze your thighs together at the look in his eyes, dark and dilated. Makes your head spin as he consumes you whole with one look, arousal pooling thickly in your panties. Ellicit’s a squeak from your throat when he rolls the bud in his fingers, tugging at the sensitive bead. Repeats the motions on each nipple until you start to fidget impatiently, need more.

“G-Ghost,” You stammer.

“Hhm?” He hums, the hand just below the swell of your ass sliding up to finally squeeze the supple fat.

You don’t exactly know what to say, don’t want to sound too pathetic, so you start to unbuckle your pants. Hurriedly shoving the restricting material off your hips, standing in your panties in front of your lieutenant.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, dove,” Ghost groans, low and strained.

“Already said that, lieutenant,” You tease, but it doesn’t have any real gusto behind it, not when he turns you around swiftly, and palms both of your ass cheeks.

Your panties join the pile on the floor, the first article of clothing your lieutenant has peeled off you, but it leaves you completely naked and bare. Makes you acutely aware of the fact that nothing covers your most intimate parts while he sits there fully dressed when you feel the air on your cunt. When one thumb spreads your cheek wide, your wet folds revealed.

“Look’atcha,” He hums, approvingly, “Pretty little sergeant aren’t you?”

You stutter over a moan when he slides two fingers through your swollen folds, knuckles teasingly brushed against your clit. When he draws his hand back you almost whine in protest, but he pulls you flush in his lap, back pressed to his broad chest, and spreads your thighs wide over his. You decide you like this much better despite the warmth scalding down your entire chest when he leaves your cunt bare and displayed.

Ghost’s hand snakes down your chest, presses his fingers back to your drenched pussy. Two fingers dipping through your folds to gather the slick dripping from your entrance. Your head rolls back on to his shoulder, one arm bent to grasp at the back of his neck, the other digging indents into your thigh when he strokes against your clit.

You think you might be going crazy when he starts to rasp filthy into your ear, when your lieutenant has been so restrictive of his words before this— ‘Soaked f’me, dove, eager little thing you are.’

Each syllable practically goes straight to your clit, makes you hypersensitive, clenching around nothing. His words sting with embarrassment, but you don’t want him to stop, cling to every word like you’re afraid he’ll never speak again.

“Made me a sweet little cake,” He lilts against your ear, drawing firm shapes on your clit, “Wanted an excuse t’get me in yer room?”

“J-Just wanted to make you a treat,” You explain, and you’re not necessarily lying, you hadn’t fully planned for this to happen.

“Yeah?” He muses, withdrawing his hand from your clit, “So, you want me t’stop?”

Your protest is a little too pitiful, high-pitched as you clamber your grasp to his wrists to stop his movements. You’re immediately grateful for pushing his hand back down despite how desperate it makes you look when a thick finger catches on your rim, when he puts up no resistance as you slip it in your welcoming entrance.

You instantly melt against his chest, a pleased moan ricocheting off your bedroom walls when he takes back the reigns. You’re being too greedy over your lieutenant, as you always are, but he never seems to give you enough. Always leaves you with a yearning ache in his absence, so you think you deserve to be, let yourself succumb to the pleasure.

His hand is massive, covers your entire pussy with it, palm pressed to your clit. And his fingers are deft, skilled and focus from years as a sniper. Curls and spreads two fingers in your throbbing cunt, scratches at the fire that’s been burning viciously in your core for months.

It’s almost too overwhelming, choking on your mewls after a few determined strokes. You know you shouldn’t, that it’ll make your impending orgasm spill from your control, but you can’t help it; you’ll regret it later if you don’t.

You have to look.

So, you lift your head to peer down at your body perched on his lap. One meaty palm pinching your breast, a brawny arm banded over your hip, and two beefy fingers disappearing into your pussy. Covered in your expense, glistening in the dark of the room.

You want to burn the image to the insides of your eyelids; your lieutenant pinching, gripping, claiming your flesh. White seeps into the corner of your irises at the sight, fighting the insistent coil that tightens in your womb.

You nearly double over when he ruts his hips leisurely against your ass and you feel the shape of his bulge in his cargos. It makes you pant like a dog, grinding back down eagerly against the curve. He lets out a low groan at the sensation, and you feel it in fucking your toes, curled tightly as you clench around his fingers.

“Feel that?” He purrs in your ear— yeah, yeah you fucking do.

Emphasizes his words with another rut, “All ‘cause of you.”

“Ghost, I-I,” You start, but you’re not entirely sure what you mean to say, not exactly sure what you want.

But he seems to know what you need, curls his fingers just at the right angle, has a delicious feeling washing over you. It devours you, eyes blurring as you lose control of the seal, spilling your expense in Ghost’s palm with a quick jerk of your hips.

He doesn’t stop, his motions unyielding. Fingers you steady through your orgasm, gumming your walls and mind into mush until you’re trying to scramble out of his demanding grip with floundering legs and clawing fingers, whining that it’s too much.

“Sit still, dove,” He demands, but he doesn’t have any real bite to it, not like his commands during training, removes his fingers from your over sensitive walls.

You try your best to listen to your lieutenant, but it’s nearly impossible when your climax is still thrumming under your veins. Fidgeting anxiously when you hear the metal clanking of his belt, when his cock finally springs free between your thighs. It curves long and wide over your pussy, your mouth watering when you see the fat of his cockhead poke through the tips of your thighs.

You can’t even stop yourself from grinding your puffy folds over his length. Dragging your drenched pussy from his tip to shaft.

“Fuuuck,” He grits through his teeth.

Lays his hand on your hip, but he doesn’t stop you, lets you smear your slick over his cock earnestly. Maybe your mind is muddled from your previous orgasm, everything still a little too fuzzy, but you find yourself keening and mewling into the room. Snapping your hips over his girth over and over again like you’re actually riding him, his tip tugging at your sopping entrance with each drag.

You want it more than anything, clenching and weeping for more, but you can’t stop your rutting.

“Ghost, please,” You beg, because he has to be the one to do it, “Oh, please— need it.”

“Such a sweet girl,” He lifts you slightly, lines his tip with your aching hole, and slowly lowers you over his head, “I got you, don’t worry.

Your walls pop over the curve of his swollen head, and you think you might pass out from how tightly you’re holding your breath. You almost wish you were facing him or pressed into the sheets, so you could scratch at something. Grapple onto anything to ground yourself.

Ghost pets softly at your side, “Breathe, baby.”

And oh fuck.

You think you might’ve been able to if he hadn’t called you ‘baby’ so tenderly. You know he only means well, but the word practically sends you into a frenzy when your rugged and brute lieutenant is treating you so gently, so obscure compared to his usual stoicism.

It makes you slam your hips flush over his shaft, take him in one full swoop, pussy pressed against his pelvis. It’s not what he wanted you to do, you know that, but it rips a breath out of your lungs, makes you finally breathe like he told you to.

“Fuckin’ hell, dove,” He snarls, bruises his hold on your hips, “I didn’t mean like that.”

You really can’t say anything more, his grip so strong on you that you can’t move either, so you just lull your head against his shoulder, place your hand over his on your hip. He stays still for a few seconds, lets your pussy morph into the shape of his cock.

You’re appreciative of the fact; you get to focus on how massive he is, how full you feel. Gives you time to really feel the burn of the stretch, brings you back to reality of sorts.

But when he starts whispering sweet nothings into your ear again, your pussy starts to drip down his cock and pools on his balls. And he hasn’t even started to move yet.

“That eager, baby?” He teases, drawing shapes against your hip, “Need me t’fuck you tha’ bad?”

It almost hurts waiting for him to move, but when he finally does, grinds low and shallow against your cervix you’re utterly fucked— literally.

And his mouth just doesn’t stop.

“Oh, dove,” He grunts, “When’s the last time you fingered yourself? Grippin’ me like a lifeline.”

Each thrust is followed by a new sentence, a long drawl of his Manchester accent. You don’t say anything other than the desperate moans he fucks out of you, enjoy the cadence of his voice entirely too much to tell him to shut up even if his words are humiliating.

“Jesus, your cunts fuckin’ warm, sweeth’art.”

But when he really starts fucking you, shallow strokes become determined thrusts, firm and unwavering, his words start to slur a little, like he can’t stop babbling your praises.

“So sweet to me you know that? My sweet little sergeant,” He slurs, “Brings me little treats ‘n now you give me yer sweet little cunt, too?”

“Gh-host,” You hiccup over your words, as a second orgasm builds in your core.

“Need t’make you all mine now, huh?” He asks, but you’re sure it’s rhetorical because you already are.

You think you feel him in your cervix, splitting you and two and ripping you to shreds.

You know you can when his hand presses to your stomach, right where his cock kisses and laps at your womb, and he tells you to look.

“Oh— god. Ghost, I—I can’t,” You wail when you see your stomach bulge with his cock after each thrust.

“S’good, baby,” He praises, struggling to thrust deep when you keep clenching around him, “Feel s’good. S’pretty wrapped around me. Jesus, look at you.”

You start to try and push yourself off him when the fire in your core becomes cruel and ferocious, ruptures a stinging warmth that you can’t take anymore, but Ghost doesn’t let you get far, keeps a solid hold on your hips.

He’s telling you something, you’re sure, but you can’t quite make out what he’s saying. Not when he turns your face towards his and meet his dark irises. You lose yourself after that, your orgasm ruptures, explodes and reaches an absolute crescendo.

Ghosts follows suit shortly after, kisses your womb, and paints it a pretty picture. Fucks his cum into you with a few languid strokes, pussy squelching loudly with both of your desires drenched on each other. Makes you one.

The afterglow seems to drag, your body pulsing softly from an intense orgasm. Your limbs practically bricks, lax and molded against Ghost’s chest. Lightheaded and blissed when his large palms pet at your sides, kisses your shoulders and neck.

Turns you in his lap so you face him, blinking slowly at him like a cat before his lips stamp a soft kiss to your mouth. He noses along your jaw; it’s sweet, raw.

“Should’ve done that a long time ago,” He says, and you burst out laughing, nodding in agreement.

The two of you don’t go to dinner in the mess hall that night; instead, you bask in each other’s warmth, eat the rest of the Chantilly cake as your meal. Ghost feeds you the cake again, but this time you’re not hesitant to suck his thumb in your mouth, and lick the vanilla cream off. Though, it only results in you bent into the sheets, Ghosts chest thick and heavy against your back. The both of you stained in red smears and marks from the raspberries.

When the next day comes you feel a little bashful when a couple sergeant’s see your lieutenant leave your room. But you can’t seem to care for that matter when the two of you walk to the mess hall together. Eat breakfast together, like you do most days, and drink a cup of warm tea he made you for the first time since your leave.

Lunch and dinner go the same, except now he pulls you to the seat next to him rather than in front of him. Keeps a warm palm on you as you two eat in comfortable silence.

You don’t mind the silence, never really did, especially now that you can’t get him to shut up when he’s between your thighs.

Or when ‘Our little secret?’ becomes his way of asking for a kiss, pulls you from the hallway into a secluded room, back pressed against the wall, his large hand splayed beside your head. Nudges his knuckle under your chin before whispering it against your mouth, and stamping his lips on yours.

Shared tea time in the rec room takes place in either of your rooms now. Still share one cup of tea, still let him press it to your lips because he seems to like doing it. Though, you never really get much reading done when you end up under his larger frame because he can’t keep his hands off you for long.

Neither of you have to say goodbye after the tea or wish him a good night anymore when you stay with him, tangle yourself in his sheets instead.

Simon Riley who is quite the anomaly of a man, or human, rather, but one you understand just a little better now. Still a little rough around the edges, even with his pretty dove. A man of few words, but what he says is enough, what he does is even more.

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frostiexavier · 2 months ago

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☆ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY ☆

ミ☆ summary: Xavier has been improving on a lot of things lately such as cooking, cleaning and even staying up with you. But when he finds something you have been keeping from him, he has a few questions about your desires.

ミ☆ warning: smut, Xavier x fem! reader, unprotected p in v sex, bare grinding?, shirt used as a restraint, fem reader tied up, dom! Xavier, fluff the beginning and end, idk Xavier is very vocal and says dirty things

ミ☆ word count: 5k

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You finally clock out for the week at the hunter’s association. Your energy is drained but you are excited to spend the weekend off with Xavier. He got to leave early today because he finished his work early, as always, but you procrastinate.

Just as you were leaving the building you got a phone call from Xavier. You smile seeing his face pop up on your screen. You quickly answer the call.

“Hello?”, you smile while placing the phone to your ear.

“Hi honey, you haven’t eaten yet right?”, he says softly over the phone. Your heart melts hearing him call you the nickname he picked out for you. It’s so sweet that he is accustomed to it now. At the start of your relationship he was hesitant but now its second nature to him.

“No I haven’t, should I order us some takeout? I can pick it up on the way home”, you say as you get into your car, lock the doors and put the key into the ignition.

“There is no need, I cooked for us. It’s waiting for you when you get here but take your time. Be careful on the road”, he says sweetly over the phone but you freeze. He cooked? Should I order the takeout anyways? No, it would hurt his feelings. You hold back your sigh and respond to him.

“Okay then, are you sure you don’t want me to pick up sides or anything to go with it?”, you ask him and he chuckles over the phone.

“I know what you’re thinking but it's edible trust me, just come home”, he urges you. You chuckle and agree. You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. You make it to your apartment complex within 20 minutes and make your way up to your apartment. Xavier is still technically your upstairs neighbor but he practically lives at your apartment, he only leaves to change clothes or if he forgets something at his place.

You open the door to your apartment and immediately the aroma of freshly cooked food fills the air. You take off your coat and hang it on the coat rack near the door. It smells amazing and you wonder what Xavier used to mask the smell of whatever he may have burned.

“Oh hi, wait right there let me set the table first”, Xavier moves quickly to set up your plate and scoots the chair out for you to sit down. The lights are slightly dimmed and he has a few candles lit on the table as well.

You take a seat and stare down at a plate of spaghetti with garlic bread on the side. It's topped with parmesan cheese and some diced tomatoes. The garlic bread looks freshly baked and the spread looks delicious on top. It smells delightful and no signs of anything looks burnt. You look over and all the dishes are cleaned and put away and the kitchen is spotless. Xavier grabs you both a drink before he takes off his apron and sits down across from you at the table. He is wearing a white button down shirt with nicely fitted black pants. A couple buttons already undone at the top. His hair is neatly combed but in his normal hairstyle he likes.

“I am so excited for you to try this. I’ve been working on dinner all day”, he said excitedly and you smiled at him.

“This looks wonderful Xavier, well present it to me what did you make”, you say, folding your hands together and looking at him with admiration.

“Well.. I made spaghetti with marinara sauce. I topped it with parmesan cheese and a few diced tomatoes. But the thing that took me the longest to make was the bread. I made it from scratch and made the garlic spread from scratch too.”, he says proud of himself.

You look around the table at the assortment of things and you have to say you are impressed but still skeptical if Xavier actually made this.

“Xavier, it looks really good”, you say to him and he smiles.

“Well, go ahead, try it”, he says, gesturing for you to take a bite. You reluctantly pick up your fork and spiral the noodles around your fork making sure to get some cheese and a tomato in the first bite. You look at Xavier and he is waiting with anticipation.

You take the first bite and start chewing. To your surprise the pasta was well cooked and the sauce was very flavorful. Nothing was overcooked or uncooked at all, it was perfect. The cheese and tomatoes went well with the spaghetti and the flavor tasted as if it came from a nice restaurant.

“Xavier, where did you get this from?”, you ask him and he looks at you with confusion.

“What do you mean?”, he says, his face forming into a pout.

“This is spectacular, you had to get this at a restaurant or something right? Are you pranking me?”, you laugh and he stares at you blankly.

“No seriously, I made it, try the bread too”, he says, picking up the garlic bread and placing it to your lips. You lean in and take a bite of the bread and you roll your eyes back.

The bread is super fresh and still very warm like it just came out of the oven. The spread on top was savory and had a nice garlic flavor that wasn’t overbearing. You moan at the flavor making Xavier blush slightly.

“Okay fess up, where did you get Xavier?”, you say after swallowing the bread.

“I made it I promise you, look I even made a video of me making it because I knew you wouldn’t believe me”, he says getting out of his seat and getting his phone out of his back pocket. He pulls his chair next to me and sits down, holding the phone between us. He pulls up the video and presses play, he is in frame with the kitchen surrounding him.

“Hey everyone, this is I don’t know how many attempts I have made to make dinner for my girlfriend, we have 6 hours before she comes home tonight so let’s get started”, he says through the screen. You giggle and look over at him. He must have started this right after getting off work early.

“Who are you talking to?”, you look over at him, he looks at you meeting your gaze.

“No one, just watch”, he giggles and points to the screen. You turn your attention back to the screen.

“We are going to start with our bread dough and make the dough for our spaghetti noodles. I am following a recipe online so hopefully it will be easier. I could just buy premade noodles at the store but then it wouldn’t be made with love so”, he says looking at the recipe. You can’t help but smile at how cute he is and how he looks trying his best to cook something for you.

The video goes on and he puts the video on 2x speed to show you he went by the recipe, down to the last word. You can see him baking the bread and it comes out perfectly and how he creates the spaghetti noodles and cooks it perfectly as well.

He ends the video with showing his creation to the screen and taste testing it. He nods in approval and cuts off the video. As the video ends you look over at him and he looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Still think it's from a restaurant?”, he gocks at you and you put your hands up in defense.

“Okay I was wrong, I’m sorry. You did so well, I can’t believe you worked so hard for me”, you laugh as you put your hands back down.

“Of course, I know I’m still learning but I wanted to prove to you I could do it, I want to be a reliable boyfriend.”, he smiles averting his gaze.

“You already are but I appreciate you so much, thank you Xavier”, you lean over and kiss his cheek. His eyes widen in surprise and he looks at you. You giggle at his reaction and he smiles, his cheeks turned the same red as the tomatoes.

“Okay well eat up because I made dessert too?”, he laughs and moves his chair back to where he originally was sitting across from you.

“Oh? Did you make a vlog for that one too?”, you giggle as you tease him.

“Shutup”, he laughs alongside you and shakes his head taking a bite of his own creation.

You both enjoy dinner together as you discuss each other's day. He talks about how he had to run to the store multiple times because he kept forgetting ingredients for the dessert he made. You laugh with him but his dessert came out beautifully. He made a layer cake that he had placed in the fridge. It was white cake with raspberry filling and whipped cream between layers. The cake was even more delicious than dinner and Xavier agreed. You still couldn’t believe he put so much time and effort into making you both a nice meal and sweet treat.

After dinner you went to change into your pajamas as he finished cleaning the dishes you both used. You decide to brush your teeth and get ready for the night. You remove today's makeup and apply your skin care before bed. You make your way to your bed and try to catch up on some reading while Xavier is busy in the kitchen.

After about 30 minutes you hear footsteps making their way to the bedroom. You quickly put your bookmark back in your book to save your page and place it under your pillow. You grab your phone to open tiktok and pretend you have been scrolling for a while.

Xavier walks into the room rubbing his eyes and yawning. He is now in his pajama pants and a t-shirt. He must have taken a trip to his apartment to change. He walks over to “his” side of the bed and pulls the covers over him. He plops his head on the pillow and turns to face you, giving you a soft smile.

“Are you sleepy?”, you ask him. He nods slowly and yawns again.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, silly? You worked so hard today”, you say snuggling up to him, he envelops you into his arms and you bury your face into his chest.

“I promised I would watch the next episode of your favorite show with you, plus I am trying to stay awake longer since I sleep way too much. I don’t want to keep wasting the day sleeping when I could be spending more time with you”, he looks down at you, poking your nose and then your cheek.

You poke his chest and reply, “Well only if you want to, but if you get too sleepy I won’t get upset if you decide to go to sleep”. You smile up at him and he chuckles.

“Alright we will see, go ahead and find the episode, I am going to get a bit more comfortable”, he says sitting up. You grab the remote and look up the show you want to watch but your mind gets distracted when you see Xavier take off his shirt and throw it in the nearby hamper. You can’t help but scan his toned chest, arms, abdomen and even his hands. Every inch of him was perfect, every detail of him was something you could only fantasize about. But, he was all yours.

“Have you found it yet?”, he says, shaking his hair back to its neat look and you quickly avert your gaze back to the tv. You swallow the saliva that has formed in your mouth as you click the episode. You lay back down on your side but Xavier quickly pulls you into his arms to cuddle with you. He has one hand propped up to hold his head up to watch the tv while the other arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you extremely close to his front.

You can feel his bare chest on your back through your silk pjs and you try to stop your thoughts from running wild. You both enjoy the newest episode and Xavier comments on how Elena needs to quit torturing the Salvatore brothers and just pick a love interest already. You laugh at his comments and you both talk about how you think the next episode will go. As you talk Xavier starts to stroke your hair behind your ear and you close your eyes from the feeling. You are still talking but he grabs your pillow to place your head on it just in case you fall asleep. Put as he reaches for your pillow his hand touches something else.

“Oh, what is this?”, he says, grabbing the book you hid under your pillow earlier. Any sleepiness you may have had is not out the window. You immediately sit up while he is holding it in front of his face.

“That’s nothing”, you say quickly and you go to snatch it, but before you can Xavier moves it too quickly.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing, it’s a book you’ve been reading? What’s it about?”, he asks, holding up your latest book that Tara recommended you. It's a book about romance but it's filled with smut. You aren’t ashamed but you don’t know how Xavier will react to you reading explicit things.

“Uh- it’s just a boring romance book”, you reply. He opens it up instead of giving it back, he starts flipping through the pages and smirks.

“You must not think it’s boring, you have certain parts highlighted, like what's this say?”, he laughs and glances at you before turning his attention back to the book. You try to snatch it again but to no avail, he moves it to where you can’t reach it.

“He tied the knot on my wrists tightly to the bed frame. He made me watch and he pulled his big veiny mem-“, Xavier stops reading aloud and falls silent as he reads the rest of the paragraph. Your heart starts to race and your anxiety starts to rise. He closes the book with one hand and slowly looks at you.

“Sweet innocent little Tara recommended this book to you?”, he says with an eyebrow raised but his expression is hard to read.

“Yeah she did. You know she’s not that innocent I can prove it to you”, you grab your phone because if you are going down, Tara is going down with you. He sets the book on the nightstand and watches as you scramble to find the texts of her recommending it.

“See look, she recommended it, see?”, you say anxiously handing him your phone. He giggles at your reaction and reluctantly takes the phone from your hands.

“I guess Tara isn’t as innocent as I thought”, his eyes widened as he read the texts between you both.

“Yeah, see? I told you, she reads stuff like this all the time.”, you say pointing at the texts. He chuckles at how nervous you are and pauses on a certain text then looks up at you, a hint of pink spreading across his cheeks and ears.

“I wish Xavier would do these things to me”, he stated, reading the text you sent Tara aloud. Your eyes widen and quickly snatch your phone from his grasp. He doesn’t move from his position or even look at you. You start to feel embarrassed and don’t know what to say.

He sits up, his back against the headboard and he looks at his hands which he is fidgeting with.

“Are you not satisfied with what we do now?”he asks, embarrassed to meet your gaze. You and Xavier have had your fair share of hours spent in the bedroom. It has always been wonderful but you feel Xavier is holding himself back, like he doesn’t want to lose control or something. He always satisfies you but Xavier isn’t too adventurous. You have played around with different positions and things but have never done anything really “out of the norm” or “playful”. You loved Xavier for how he cares for you in the bedroom but sometimes you wish he would just ruin you.

“Gosh no Xavier that's not why I said that. I just, I don’t know, sometimes I feel like you just hold back a bit”, you say playing with the end of your pajama shirt.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you felt this way. I should’ve asked you, I just assumed you liked things the way they were and I didn’t want to hurt you”, he says finally meeting your gaze, his face looks flushed and he looks like a wounded puppy. His face is somewhat in a pout and you can help but place your hands on either side of his face.

“No Xavier, I love what we do now. I am never dissatisfied and I just never brought it up because I didn’t want to embarrass you or myself. I don’t want you to feel like I don’t like when you do things with me because I do. Sometimes I just wish you would be a bit more dominant? I don’t know if that's the right word but you know like "don't hold yourself back”, you confess to him while rubbing both sides of his face with your thumbs.

“So, you would like it if I tied you up?”, he asks you, his eyes turning and deeper blue than normal. Your breath hitches in your throat and you let go of his face but he grabs both of your wrists holding them in place before his face.

“Xavier I-“, you say but can’t respond to his question. Your mind is going blank right now.

“What? You want me to have my way with you? You’re right, I have been holding back because once I don’t, I don’t know if I can stop”, he says breathlessly. You examine his face, its yearning for you. He looks like he has been waiting for you to give him the go ahead for some time.

“What if I said, I didn’t want you to stop?”, you say without thinking. Xavier takes this moment to flip you both over, you back against the mattress and his body now hovering over yours. He takes both of your wrists into one hand, pinning them to your pillow. The other hand beside your face holding himself over you. He stares down at you with lust in his eyes, looking all over your face for any sign of regret or uneasiness but he doesn’t find one.

“Fuck y/n you are making me crazy”, he says butying his hips into yours, feeling his hard member through his pajama pants pressing into you. Your body immediately responds, a wave of heat running down your spine and a pool of wetness forming in your panties.

“Please Xavier, do whatever you want to me”, you moan moving your hips up into his making him gasp. He lowers his head and kisses you deeply a few times before pulling away, placing his forehead against yours.

“I won’t hold back then”, he says just above a whisper and he gets off the bed quickly. You go to protest but you notice he goes to grab the shirt he was wearing earlier from the hamper. Is he rejecting you? Is he putting his clothes back on?

“Put your hands around the railing and get a good grip”, he says, folding his shirt out into a thinner and longer line. OH-

You do as he says holding on the headboard railing getting a firm grip on the rails. He takes his shirt and climbs back over top of you, tying both of your wrists together but not to the railing.

He looks back down at you before he removes his pajama pants, leaving him in his black boxers. You can see the outline of his dick through his boxers and you can’t help but blush. He takes the waistband of your pj bottoms and panties and pulls them off in a quick and rough movement. Your lower body bounces off the bed from the sudden movement. He reaches to unbutton your silk top but to your surprise he just tears it open with his hands, buttons flying everywhere.

“Xavier”, you gasp in surprise but his gaze doesn't falter. He smirks and pulls his boxers down, leaving you both completely bare. He grabs a pillow and places it under your hips. Before you can say anything else he speaks.

“Are you comfortable, it's not too tight right?”, he asks, referring to his shirt wrapped around your wrists. You shake your head no and smile, even in this state he is still concerned about your comfort.

He grabs his dick, precum already dripping from his angry red tip. He starts to stroke himself and he closes his eyes from the feeling. You can only stare at him and you can feel yourself getting increasingly wetter by the second.

He leans down and kisses you while still stroking himself, he moves from your lips to your jaw to your neck. He kisses right at your pulse point causing you to moan. He grazes the spot with his teeth then sucks harshly, leaving his mark. You buck your hips up but he uses his other hands to pin your hips down.

“Naughty girl, I get to have my way with you, remember? So you are gonna behave and be a good girl right? Can you be a good girl for me?”he asks, whispering into your ear and then biting your earlobe. You refrain from bucking your hips again but all you can do is nod.

“I need you to say it baby”, he pulls away from you, his lustful gaze meeting yours.

“Yes Xavi, I’ll be a good girl”, you say while taking in this new side of Xavier. You have never seen him like this but you aren’t complaining, you are excited.

“Good, in that case. Let me worship you for a bit”, he says, making his way down your collarbone to your chest, leaving small kisses as he moves. You love when he does this but normally you place your finger in his hair, but since you are restrained it feels a little weird, making you feel desperate for his touch.

“Fuck your body is so beautiful, the way i’ve wanted to do so many things to you. I just didn't want you to know where my mind was going”, he confesses against your skin causing you to whimper. He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking a few times and then flicking the hardened bud with his tongue. He has your hips still pinned down and you can’t touch him, you are left with only the pleasure he is giving you, it feels so good but its also torture.

He places his lower body on top of you, his dick pressed against your pelvis but not exactly where you want it. This helps keep you pinned down while he uses his other hand to knead your other breast. You back arches a bit but not much do to the restraints.

“The way I’ve wanted to cum on every inch of your body. I wanted to make a mess of you, oh how dirty and ruined you would look for me”, he says, his words sending waves of pleasure to your core. He lets go of your nipple with a pop and leans back up onto his knees.

He stops pumping himself and aligns himself along you. Still holding his dick he starts thrusting between your folds, not putting himself at your entrance just yet. His tip hits your clit just right and lubricates himself so he doesn’t hurt you.

“Fuck y/n, you were this wet for me? You wanted me to tie you up this badly?”, he smirks and looks down at your contorted face. You can’t say anything, lost in the feeling of him rubbing against you.

“I’m not wearing a condom tonight, that okay?”, he still asks for your consent. You were on the pill anyway but Xavier always wore one so you wouldn’t feel messy or too sticky after you both were done.

“Yes Xavier, please do what you want”, you beg pathetically, wanting him to ruin you the way he wants to. He moans in response and aligns himself with your entrance. He normally starts off soft and lets you adjust but he slides in without hesitation.

You both moan out at the feeling and he grabs your hips firmly. He starts to pound into you at a fast and hard pace. You grip onto the headboard a bit harder and the bed starts to shake. Skin slapping can be heard around the room as he doesn’t let up for a second.

“Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to treat you like my own personal fuck doll?”, he asks and you can only nod and throw your head back.

“When I ask you a question, you answer it”, he says, grabbing your chin and pulling your face down to meet his gaze on you.

“Yes Xavi, fuck me as hard as you want, ruin me please” , you moan out and he almost growls at your reponse. You are so aroused that the juices between your thighs start to make noise from how good he is fucking you.

“Dirty girl letting me take her raw, ugh, please keep squeezing me like that-yes”, he moans, grabbing your thighs and placing both of your legs over his shoulders.

The new position makes him go even deeper within you and it doesn't take long before he finds the spot he has been searching for.

“Fuck Xavier, please please, right there, oh fuck”,he says gripping to the railing, your knuckles turning white from how hard you are holding it.

“You feel so good baby, I’m not going to last much longer”, he says hitting your g-spot everytime he thrust back in. He can feel you are close too so he holds both your legs up with one arm and sneaks his hand between your thighs down to your erect clit. He spits on his hand before he starts to rapidly rub your clit from side to side, increasing the pace of his thrusts as he does it.

“Oh fuck, Xavier I’m gonna cum, please I-“, you cant finish your sentence before you are already falling apart. You back arches off the bed as you feel wave after wave of pleasure run through your entire body. Xavier doesn’t stop his torment on you, if anything he goes faster.

“Fuck just like that baby, Squeezing me so tight, suck a good girl. Now be a good girl and watch”, he says while taking himself out of your heat and strokes himself quickly.

He lets out loud grunts as he cums all over your pelvis, thighs and lower abdomen. Your legs falling to either side of his body. You lay there and watch as he falls apart and spurts his cum all over you. You have never seen something so erotic in your life but you hope it's not the last. He looks ethereal after he comes down from his high. He takes a second before he opens his eyes and looks at you.

You meet his gaze and he gives you a small smile. The hint of pink from earlier returning to his ears. He goes to untie your wrists and your arms fall to the bed, feeling like jello. He grabs his shirt and wipes his cum off both of you before tossing it back in the hamper. He grabs his pajama pants and puts them back on. He helps you take the remainder of what's left of your top off and finds you a comfortable pair of shorts and a tshirt to sleep in.

He dresses your body for you and gives your cheek a kiss as he lays back on top of you. He wraps your weak arms around his neck and he places more kisses over your face making you giggle.

“I wasn’t too rough was I?”, he asks you, concerned about your experience. You smile and kiss him before answering.

“Xavier you were perfect. If it was very different but I liked it, alot”, you blush and try to hide your face but he nuzzles your face back to meet him.

“I could feel how much you liked it”, he raises both eyebrows, wiggling them and you swat at his chest.

You face burning red at this point.

“You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it too”, you say to him a bit embarrassed.

“Oh I know I did, probably too much, I could do this to you all the time”, he says going to kiss your neck again.

“Okay okay, that tickles”, you laugh pulling him away from you. He giggles at your reaction and pulls you both onto your sides and you close to his chest. His chin nuzzled onto the top of your head while your face is in his neck.

“I wouldn’t want to be tied up again though, I wanted to touch you so bad”, you confess and he laughs, you can feel the vibration of his chuckle against your face.

“Yeah we tell Tara to get you a different book then, maybe we can try some other things too”, he says with a smirk.

“Xavier!”, you explain and pinch his tummy.

“Ouch”, he says, going to tickle you. You both had a tickle battle before you called it a truce. He wraps you in his arms again and you both fall asleep fairly quickly. That night you had a naughty dream where Xavier combined his cooking and bedroom skills. You’ll have to inform him of your dream next time he wants to cook for you.

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a/n: Finally my pookie pie, I have been WAITING to write about him hehehe. I hope everyone but especially my fellow Xavier girlies liked this one. I think so far this one and my Caleb smut have been my favorites. Idk I’m a sucker for both of them tehe. Anyways, I might be writing some fluff and some headcannons before starting smut again. I kinda need a break from all the smut but I am thinking next smut series I do I will somehow involve their evols? Lemme know what you guys think! Thank you for all the love on my first 5 fics of the guys, I appreciate you so much! 🤍

#love and deep space #love and deepspace #lads #lads smut #lads x reader #xavier #xavier love and deepspace #lads xavier #xavier x reader #xavier x mc #xavier x you #xavier smut #xavier lads

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dropitpunk · 2 months ago

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sweet moments with mickey 17

tags: nsfw, mickey 17 x fem!reader, fluff.

even if he can be slow, his heart is in all the right places.

mickey is stunned when he first sees you, jaw slacked and longing eyes watching you pass him in the hall.

the smell of your hair was comforting, so good he could feel his heart drumming inside his throat.

you gave him a polite smile, your eyes scanning him with a glint of intrigue. he gulped, suddenly self conscious of his uniform.

"have a good night," you said, nodding towards him. as your smile grew wider, he remembered he was just standing there.

"you too." he nodded back, picking at his fingernails in a distracted manner.

you were beginning to walk towards your room again, so he panicked and rushed out the words "i'm mickey, by the way".

he could see your lips moving when you introduced yourself, beautiful lips. he registered your name, putting a title to the face, beautiful face.

"you're beautiful," he blurted out.

"thank you. it's not very easy to be beautiful when you are in space." you laughed and he melted, smiling back at you.

from that moment, he knew you would be connected. he didn't know for how long, but he hoped it could be for a long time.

no matter how many times you asked mickey to take care of himself, he would always put your needs on his top priorities.

"d'you want some of mine?" he asked, face stuffed with suspicious bread.

mickey was starving, but he wouldn't mind giving you a piece if you really needed.

"how was training today?" mickey would ask as soon as you entered his door.

you always observed his behavior as you took off your shoes, trying to figure it out if he was already another version of mickey.

you liked them all equally, challenging or sweet.

"tiring, boring. need a kiss." you pouted your lips at him.

mickey got up from bed and grabbed your waist, gently locking your lips.

he didn't like to talk about his day, so you didn't press, but when you thought of the things he was going through, it still made your insides turn.

"your hair is always so soft. how?" his fingers made little circles in your scalp, bringing your head to his chest.

"alien shampoo." your voice was airy, mickey knew how to make you weak.

"i might need to burrow that." he smiled against your head.

mickey was always thinking about you in some way at any time of the day.

in the morning, if you weren't with him, he would think about your face when you were drooling on your pillow, dreaming about rainbows and unicorns. he thought about kissing your nose and waking you up in the same way he did when you slept on his bed.

at lunch, he would be all over your personal space, cracking bad jokes about his time on earth or silly things that happened on his week. teasing you endlessly about the night before, or the night to come.

at work, it was harder to think about you, but the most satisfying. he needed a motive, a drive to say focused, and you fulfilled that role very well. mickey kept thinking about coming back to you, being in your arms, getting to touch your body and kiss your lips. it made dying worth it, more palatable. it required more effort to think about you in such stressful situations, but his mind did anyway.

at night, he poured everything he got into you, into making you feel appreciated just like he felt by you. he could kiss your entire body for the whole night and not get tired.

"i'm close, mickey." you whined into his mouth, he kept the same pace and rubbed your clit a little harder.

he kissed your forehead and closed his eyes, feeling his stomach burn with a familiar feeling. he pushed his needs away to give you more pleasure.

"come around me." he whispered into your ear, lips moving back to your face. he hugged you close when he felt you gush around his cock, biting his shoulder.

you always rubbed his back after, scratching your nails against his skin, listening to his heartbeat, giggling at the sound of his voice. you were there, you loved him.

and if you were there with him, he could die again, and again, and again...

#mickey 17 #mickey 17 x reader #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson x you #fluff #mickey barnes x reader #mickey barnes

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andy-15-07 · 27 days ago

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hello! Would you do a pedroxactresswife where they are expecting a baby or just brought the baby home to his family (maybe an age gap? And his nephew mess with him?)

Hearts at Home

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 2772 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests

They landed in Santiago just after dawn. The plane’s interior was bathed in a sleepy golden light as Pedro couldn’t help stealing adoring glances at you. Tucked into his side, you held one twin pressed against your chest while the other rested securely in his arms,both babies wrapped snugly like burritos in soft cotton blankets. Your daughter had Pedro’s deep, thoughtful eyes and your son shared your gentle pout. Despite the exhaustion etched on your faces, the love was abundantly clear.

“Mi amor,” Pedro whispered as he pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your head. “You did so good. We made it.”

You managed a tired smile and mumbled, “Barely… I’m still shaking from that flight.”

Pedro laughed softly. “We survived flying with newborn twins. That’s heroic in my book.”

He kissed your cheek, then scooped a gentle kiss on the baby girl’s brow. His eyes glistened as they drifted to his son, peacefully sleeping against his chest with a little fist curled into his black hoodie.

“I can’t wait for them to wake up on our next flight,” you teased with a hint of humor, the room filling with your soft laughter.

Pedro grinned. “Oh, I think we’ll just cancel all flights. We’re home now in Chile.”

Outside the arrivals area, Pedro’s sister, Javiera, was waiting. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she wrapped you in a warm, exuberant embrace. “¡Mi niña!” she exclaimed, one arm outstretched toward you and the other reaching for the car seat Pedro carried. “You brought them. Oh my God, you actually brought them home!”

“Hi, Javi,” you whispered into her shoulder, your voice thick with fatigue and emotion as one of the twins began to fuss quietly.

Javiera pulled back slightly, dabbing at her eyes. “Look at your little faces... and yours too, Pedrito,” she said with a playful smirk at Pedro. “You look like you haven’t slept in months.”

Pedro scratched the back of his head and grumbled, “Because I haven’t.”

“And you’re glowing anyway,” Javiera added, her tone filled with affectionate teasing. “Like a tired little angel.”

Pedro rolled his eyes but his smile softened when he looked at you. “She’s the angel,” he said, ruffling your hair gently. “I’m just here carrying the diaper bag.”

The family house was a warm haven filled with the inviting scents of freshly baked bread and rich coffee. Family members,Pedro’s cousin, his aunt, and even a few more relatives,gathered to welcome you all. Amidst the chatter and the clatter of cups, you hardly noticed the blur of faces. All you sensed was that gentle pressure of new life and the overwhelming softness of everyone’s love.

Throughout the greetings, Pedro remained your constant guardian. His hand never left your shoulder, and every so often, he’d whisper something sweet in your ear. You settled onto the couch as Javiera cradled her niece with tears glistening in her eyes.

“She looks just like you,” Javiera murmured, stroking the baby’s tiny nose with reverence. “And look at this little man,so chunky!”

Pedro beamed with pride as he reappeared with a bottle in hand. “He’s a real snacker, just like his mamá,” he said, setting the bottle down on the table.

You swatted him playfully. “Don’t you dare compare us,I’m still recovering from those last few feedings!”

Before long, Mateo, Pedro’s mischievous 14yearold nephew, waltzed into the room. Observing the bustling, warm scene, he couldn’t resist a comment. “Wow, Tío, you’ve gone full dad mode now, haven’t you?”

Pedro turned slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean, Mateo?”

Mateo shrugged nonchalantly. “It means you used to be cool. Now you’re out here burping babies and asking, ‘Where’s the wipe warmer?’”

Laughter erupted among the gathered family members, and even you couldn’t help chuckling. Pedro looked mockoffended, stepping closer. “I am still cool,” he declared, pointing proudly at the baby nestled in Mateo’s arms. “She thinks I’m cool.”

Mateo grinned impishly. “She thinks you’re just a milk machine, Tío. I mean, she told me so!”

Pedro narrowed his eyes just enough to convey both love and gentle annoyance. “You’re lucky your mother’s here to keep you in check,” he warned.

“And if she weren’t?” Mateo teased boldly, a spark of rebellion in his tone.

Pedro simply lobbed a throw pillow at Mateo’s head, and the room filled with giggles and the rustling of cushions.

Later that day, once the commotion had died down after a shared family meal, you retreated to a quiet guest room. There, in soft lamplight, one twin slept peacefully in the bassinet beside you while the other rested securely against your chest. As the steady rhythm of the little heartbeat lulled you, you could almost forget the whirlwind that had been the day.

Pedro entered the room quietly, freshly showered, his damp curls still clinging to his forehead in endearing disarray. He wore an old Tshirt that hugged his broad chest,a reminder of the life he led outside of fame.

“Are you okay, cariño?” he asked gently, sliding onto the edge of the bed.

You nodded, a quiet smile playing on your lips. “Just… soaking it all in. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.”

Pedro knelt beside you, resting his warm cheek on your thigh. “They already love you, you know,” he murmured, eyes softening as he scanned your tired but radiant face. “My whole family does.”

You tilted your head, a wry smile touching your lips. “I’m the one who stole their golden boy, after all.”

Pedro’s voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “You gave him a home,” he said, brushing a stray hair away from your face. “And now you’ve given life to two perfect little souls.”

You chuckled quietly, the fatigue giving way to contentment. “We’re not perfect, Pedro.”

“No,” he agreed softly, “but we’re real. And that’s more beautiful than any perfection could ever be.”

In the deep quiet of the night, the twins stirred. A synchronized wail erupted in the silence. Before you could even reach for your phone, Pedro was up,his arms already cradling the fussy son as you scooped up your daughter for comforting. In the cool corridor light, you met each other’s eyes with a mutual, unspoken understanding.

“Tag team,” Pedro whispered, a smile of shared responsibility lighting up his face.

You chuckled, handing him a bottle as you continued soothing the other baby. “I love you,” you said softly, eyes glistening with adoration and sleep.

“Even when I smell like baby puke?” he quipped, a teasing lilt in his tone.

“Especially then,” you replied with a soft laugh, and as he pulled you in for a quick, lingering kiss, the world outside the hallway faded away.

Pedro walked backward into the nursery, the gentle murmur of Spanish endearments on his lips as he engaged the little one in a private moment of fatherly tenderness.

The next morning, the house buzzed with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Javiera was at the stove, flipping tortillas and whisking eggs with practiced precision. In the living room, Mateo strolled in, not missing a beat.

“So, Tío,” Mateo began, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he jabbed playfully, “gonna get a minivan now that you’re officially a dad?”

Pedro, sitting at a large wooden table with a steaming cup in hand, rolled his eyes dramatically. “No, Mateo,” he replied, savoring his coffee. “But I am seriously considering noisecanceling headphones for all of us.”

Mateo’s eyebrows arched with a grin. “For you or for the babies? Because if it’s for the babies, I might lend you a pair of earplugs!”

Before Pedro could retort, you entered the kitchen cradling one of the twins. Your hair, sticky with sleep, stuck out in every direction, making you look adorably disheveled. Pedro’s face lit up instantly as he saw you.

“There she is,” he murmured, reaching out to gently cradle your face in his calloused hands.

Javiera, ever the nurturer, leaned over and said warmly, “You’re glowing, just like every mama should.”

Pedro kissed your forehead softly. “Every time I see you, I see home.”

Mateo, not missing a beat, made a joking sound that resembled an exaggerated gag behind his juice glass. Pedro shot him a stern look, but the tension dissolved into laughter as you and Javiera exchanged knowing glances.

“One day, you’ll understand the magic of this,” Pedro told Mateo in a firm but affectionate tone.

Mateo grinned and replied, “One day, Tío, I’ll be cool again, just like you used to be!”

That afternoon, with the chaos of the day settling into a serene calm, you and Pedro found solace on the back patio. The twins napped contentedly in their respective spots,one safely on your chest, the other nestled on Pedro’s. The golden sunlight wrapped around you like a gentle embrace, and the only sounds were the soft breathing of sleeping babies and the distant hum of daily life.

Pedro’s hand found yours, and after a long quiet moment, he spoke softly, “You know, I used to be afraid of this,of love, of family. I used to think I had to stay distant, keep the world at arm’s length.”

You turned to him, curiosity twinkling in your tired eyes. “Of what exactly, Pedro?”

He took a deep breath, as if the words had been waiting for this moment. “Of letting someone see everything,the parts of me I always kept hidden. I was so scared to be vulnerable, to let someone in completely.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “But you did, didn’t you? You let me in, and I see all of you, Pedro. Every part,even the messy bits.”

Pedro smiled, a slow dawning realization in his eyes. “And yet, you still chose me, flaws and all.”

“I always will,” you murmured, your voice laden with certainty and love. “We’re not perfect, but we’re perfect for each other.”

He leaned in, and for a long, lingering moment, the world reduced itself to just the two of you,the soft background melody of the patio, the occasional coo of the twins in their sleep, and the promise in his eyes as he kissed you slowly, reverently.

Later that evening, the entire family gathered in the living room for an impromptu storytelling session. Pedro’s aunt, a sharp and witty woman with a sparkling sense of humor, initiated the conversation.

“Tell us, Pedro,” she said, leaning forward with a playful glint in her eye, “what was it like when you first found out you were going to be a dad? We all know it must have been quite the adventure.”

Pedro laughed, shaking his head. “I remember it so clearly. I was sitting in our tiny apartment, and suddenly, everything changed in an instant. I looked at you,yes, my sweet Y/N,and I thought, ‘I’m in trouble now!’” he chuckled.

You interjected warmly, “And look how much trouble it turned out to be,in the best way possible.”

Mateo, who had been listening intently, chimed in, “So, Tío, did you ever think that you’d be swapping stories about diaper disasters and midnight feedings instead of stunt work or filming?”

Pedro shook his head, smiling softly. “Never in a million years. I always thought I’d be out there in the spotlight. But then you came along, and suddenly my greatest role was right here, in this small apartment turned family home.” He paused, his eyes softening as he glanced at you. “It was scary, but it felt… right.”

Javiera added, “And look at you now, Pedro. You’re the heart of our family. Every time I see you with those babies, I’m reminded that family isn’t about perfection,it’s about love and laughter and even a little chaos.”

The room filled with gentle laughter and nods of agreement. Even Mateo, who often prided himself on being the cool one, softened as he listened.

“You know,” Mateo said after a moment, “I guess I’m starting to see that being cool isn’t about having wild adventures all the time. It’s about finding what makes you truly happy,and right now, nothing seems cooler than this family moment.”

Pedro ruffled Mateo’s hair affectionately. “One day you’ll get it, kiddo. It’s all about heart.”

As the night deepened, Pedro and you retreated to your quiet corner of the house. With the twins finally asleep and the rest of the family winding down, you found a moment of peace in each other’s arms. Pedro pulled you close as you sat on the wellworn sofa, the soft strains of a lullaby playing in the background from an old record player.

“Do you remember,” Pedro began, his voice soft and reminiscent, “when you first told me you were pregnant?”

You smiled, warmed by the memory. “How could I ever forget? I was so scared, and you were so calm. You said something like… ‘No matter what, we’ll make magic with this chaos.’ And I thought, ‘Wow, this is the safest bet I’ve ever made.’”

Pedro’s eyes twinkled as he replied, “I remember the way your eyes lit up when you realized life was about to change. I knew then that this was going to be the greatest adventure of our lives.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly into plans for the future. You both discussed dreams for the twins, whether it was exploring the vibrant streets of Santiago, having lazy afternoons in the park, or even learning to sing lullabies together as a family. Every suggestion and memory was punctuated with laughter and the occasional squeeze of the hand,a silent promise that you’d continue building this life together.

“You know,” you whispered after a long pause, “sometimes I worry about the challenges ahead. But then I think of all of this,our little family, this chaotic, beautiful home,and I know we’ll face it together.”

Pedro kissed your hair gently. “We will,” he assured you. “Each laugh, each tear... every challenge only makes us stronger. And every single day, I’m so grateful for you.”

A comfortable silence fell over you both, filled with unspoken words, shared dreams, and the echo of tiny breaths coming from the nursery. Outside, the soft murmur of the night reminded you that even in the quiet, life was alive,and so were you.

In the weeks that followed, the rhythm of your life settled into a gentle harmony. Family dinners turned into delightful gatherings filled with animated dialogues. Pedro’s family would regale you with humorous childhood stories of Pedro, while you added your own tales of love and laughter from your past. Every conversation was an opportunity for new memories and a chance to deepen the connection that bound your small, bustling world together.

One chilly afternoon, as rain pattered softly on the windowpanes, the living room was filled with the sound of cheerful banter. Pedro’s aunt tossed a playful remark during dinner, “Pedro, when did you trade in your stunt double days for diaper duty?”

Pedro laughed heartily. “It was a trade I never thought I’d make, but I wouldn’t change it for the world,” he said, glancing at you with a sincere smile. “After all, who knew that creating life could feel so extraordinary?”

Mateo, sitting across from you with a bowl of steaming soup, nodded thoughtfully. “I guess I’m starting to see that even superheroes have their soft spots. And right now, this family is the coolest thing in your world.”

That evening, as you helped Pedro put the twins to bed, the dialogue continued in hushed tones. “They’re growing so fast,” you said, admiring their peaceful faces as they slept.

Pedro knelt beside you, adjusting the crib. “Yes, they are. And every day, they remind me that love has a way of making every moment,every laugh, every tear,count.”

You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with unshed dreams. “I never imagined life could be this full, this beautiful. It’s as though every heartbeat has found its home here.”

Pedro’s response was a tender kiss that lingered just long enough to promise a lifetime of shared adventures. “Home isn’t a place,” he murmured, “it’s right here, in every moment we share.”

And so, as the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, your family’s story was written with lines of dialogue, laughter, and love,a narrative threaded together by little voices and big, open hearts.

In those gentle moments of dialogue and shared glances, every word, every laugh, and every whispered "I love you" became the foundation of a new chapter. There in that humble Chilean home, surrounded by the love of family and the promise of each tomorrow, you realized that even in the midst of chaos, nothing was as beautiful as simply being home with you.

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chibinasuu · 1 month ago

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I absolutely love how you write Sanji! The tenderness you give him is so comforting. Could you possibly write something where he has a nightmare and how the reader would help him through it?

hi anon!! thank you so much for your sweet words 🥺🫶🏻

i hope that tenderness is also present in this story, and i really hope you like it! not gonna lie, this was pretty hard to write. i just wanna wrap sanji in the biggest hug. our boy has been through so much 😭😭

Nightmares | Sanji x Reader

Tags: major spoilers for sanji's past and whole cake island arc, sfw, hurt/comfort, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n

Sanji was no stranger to nightmares.

Unsurprisingly, many of his nightmares involved losing you. But believe it or not, those were the easier ones to get over. As soon as he woke up and saw you sleeping next to him, all of his panic and worries would dissipate.

No, the worst nightmares were the ones where his bitter memories blurred with even more horrors that his mind made up, tricking his brain until it was no longer aware of what was real and what wasn't.

He'd often dream of that solitary rock in the ocean. He'd dream that no ships passed by until his skin withered and only his bones were left to dry under the scorching sun. The hunger and thirst would feel so real that more often than not, Sanji would end up in the kitchen in the middle of the night, chugging three glasses of water and scarfing down a slice of bread before heading back to bed.

He sometimes relived being electrocuted by Enel's lightning, his whole body burnt into a crisp. In other dreams, it was Usopp and Nami who were struck, while Sanji watched helplessly, frozen by an unknown force that prevented him from reaching them.

Many times, he dreamed that he was still trapped in that dungeon, a heavy helmet locked to his head, the key nowhere to be found. He'd pull and pull, but the helmet wouldn't come off. He'd shout and shout, but no one would come and help him. Those dreams would always leave him waking up in cold sweat, grasping at the invisible iron upon his head.

Tonight, he was back on Whole Cake Island, looking down and seeing those wretched golden cuffs fastened on his wrists.

Vinsmoke Judge was there, sneering at him, "Useless—can't even do something as simple as getting married. You just needed to stand there and say ‘I do’. Was that too hard for your little brain to manage?"

His brothers were there, too. Their hard-as-steel legs finding his stomach, his back, his knees…

"Where are your little friends now?"

"Give it up, they're not coming."

"Why would they ever care about a weak coward like you?"

With a click of a button under Judge's fat thumb, the cuffs exploded and blew his hands off to bits.

Sanji woke up screaming.

He brought his hands up to his eyes, flipping them back and forth to ensure they were still there, not a scratch upon them. He clutched his precious hands to his chest, a sob threatening to escape him. His chest heaved as he struggled to fill his lungs with oxygen.

You were there in an instant.

Your hand was there, brushing his hair—damp with sweat—away from his face.

Your voice was there, gently hushing and comforting him.

"Sanji, love, breathe. It's alright. You're okay." You grabbed his face, guiding his sight to you, "Whatever it was, it wasn't real. You're okay."

You asked him to inhale with you, then exhale. His eyes slowly regained their focus.

"Tell me what's real." You'd prompt, "Your name is…"

"My name is Black Leg Sanji. I'm not a Vinsmoke. My father is Red Leg Zeff."

"That's right, honey. And where are you now?"

"I'm at the Baratie." He shifted his gaze out the window at the vast expanse of sea, the water glistening under the moonlight, "But, we're not in the East Blue. We moved this ship two years ago… to the All Blue."

He looked around again, taking in more of his surroundings, "I'm in my room—well, our room."

You nodded reassuringly, encouraging him to keep going as his breath gradually became steadier, "What else is real?"

He took your hand, thumbing the ring on your finger. Sanji's lips upturned into a soft smile—gone were all traces of the frown that marred his handsome face before—as he admired the matching ring that adorned his own finger, "You’re the one I’m married to. I proposed to you after Luffy became the Pirate King, and you said yes. I still can't believe that's real sometimes, but it is."

He placed a kiss onto your knuckles, the thin wedding band cold upon his lips, "I'm your husband."

You couldn't help but return his smile, "Yes, you are, baby."

Sanji sighed and laid his head on your chest.

You carded your fingers through his soft, golden hair as you held him close, "Feeling better now?"

"Much better." He looked up at you, "Thanks for always being here, darling."

When you first started sharing a bed, Sanji would apologize profusely whenever he unintentionally woke you up with his thrashing or screaming. You reassured him many, many times that he had nothing to be sorry about, even going so far as to reprimand him every time he apologized. But even after the apologies ceased, Sanji never failed to let you know how grateful he was that you were always there by his side.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

When Sanji shook his head, you changed your question, "Do you want to try going back to sleep?"

"Only if you do, too."

"Of course, love. Come here."

You pulled him down to lie flat on the bed, and he curled up to your side as you rearranged the covers to wrap around both of you. Sanji placed his head on your chest again, his ear resting right on top of your unwavering heartbeat.

"We need all the rest we can get." You kissed his forehead before continuing, "Luffy's arriving tomorrow, remember? I think he's picked up the rest of the crew along the way too, this time."

You booped his nose teasingly, "He definitely expects a feast, so you have a looong day of cooking ahead of you."

"Don't remind me." Sanji huffed as he snuggled closer to you, "I know the All Blue is overflowing with every kind of seafood imaginable, but with Luffy coming by so often, it won't be long until this ocean's drained."

You chuckled. He always complained, but you knew he loved it more than anything whenever the rest of the Straw Hats came to visit you two.

"Sleep, Sanji. I'll be here when you wake up."

You started humming an old North Blue lullaby you learned from Sanji long ago, back when you were still sailing on the Thousand Sunny. He told you that his mother used to sing this to him when he was little, and it was one of the only few good memories he had of his childhood. You gently stroked his hair, carrying on with your song until you felt his breathing slow.

There was never any guarantee that Sanji would remain asleep until morning. Sometimes he'd jerk awake again, but you didn't mind. You'd always be there to anchor him. To breathe with him, to hold him, to love him. You'd be there to remind him over and over that he was not alone, and that he would never be again.

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#sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #chibinasuu fics #chibinasuu reqs #yes that first paragraph was definitely inspired by peeta mellark from the hunger games in case you were wondering

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homunculus-argument · 1 year ago

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A sweet slice of life series about some former byronic anti-hero who just managed to finally complete their all-consuming revenge quest, and is now just sitting there like "ok, now what." When you've spent seven years of your life training to fight, just to kill this one guy, and then worked ever since to infiltrate an organisation to raise in its ranks for the sole goal of getting close enough to the target to kill them, and the moment is finally over and everything you've worked for is finally complete, and you didn't die trying like you gambled that you might, there's still life left.

And it's all about this former warrior hero just awkwardly gingerly trying to learn how to build a normal life. There isn't one to go back to, the villain whose end they dedicated their life to killed the protagonist's family and burned down their village, they've got to start from scratch now. And the audience learns about their past life through the way they suddenly remember how things used to be, and how long it's been since they've last done something ordinary.

Frequently making observations like "damn, I shouldn't have made a deal with that entity to trade their ability to always know someone's greatest weakness, in exchange of my memory of how to bake bread", or discovering that their cursed weapon of Kill Everything You Touch can also be used to sanitise jam jars.

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teastyun · 6 months ago

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¨༺ the sweet taste of submission

arcane sevika x female reader pirate au (nsfw)

being blackmailed into piracy, you never expected anything less than cruelty to encounter you in your foreseeable future. but what happens if you become best friends with the captain's quartermaster? are you able to prevent any further feelings from developing?

a/n: happy release of season 2!! i'm watching the first arc at a public viewing event in my city with my closest friends and hope to win all the plushies hehe,, update: i did not win any plushies but i got a vi voodoo-doll from the series made by jinx and several other things including a coin with sevika on it 🥹

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walking into your crews' favourite tavern called The Last Drop, the hot and stuffy atmosphere immediately hits you as you're able to only her the chatting and brawling of your crew mates. the tavern is filled with almost your whole crew drinking and singing popular sea shanties as one of two guys would drunkly wrestle in the farthest corner of the wooden tavern, but your eyes only caught on Sevika at the biggest table through the dimmed lights talking to her mates despite all the commotion surrounding her.

Sevika is in her usual thin black linen shirt, where a few buttons were missing and her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her slightly damaged prosthetic arm from today's battle. her other biological muscular arm looks taken up by scratches and bruises, which also coats her collarbone and cheek with hints of dried blood and forming bruises. her revealing muscular cleavage is layered with sweat, making it hard for you to look away from someone who was once only a close friend to you.

"y/n! you're in a for round or not?" your best friend calls over the loud noises of the crew from the table they managed to claim. your eyes left Sevika and followed the voice, where your friend held up a tankard of rum and deck of cards which were about to spill all over the table due to your already tipsy friend.

grinning, you pushed yourself through the crowd, desperately hoping no one saw you gawking at Sevika a minute ago. battling the hot and damp temperatures of the room, you opened a few buttons of your linen shirt beneath your leather vest before you sit down on the seat your friend saved you.

"at least try to not gawk at her like a nasty dog," your friend murmurs as they filled your tankard with rum and eye you with playful eyes. "eyes on the drink," you counter your friend who was about to spill your tankard.

you take a silent gulp of your drink and a mouthful of bread, before y'all's night officially start with your first round of poker, trying desperately to forget Sevika, who is plaguing your mind.

only a few weeks ago, you and Sevika were inseparable from the day you two were blackmailed to join piracy with Slico as your Captain. at first, you two started as mere sailors, but Sevika eventually became the Captain's trusty quartermaster. you, on the other hand, voluntarily remained the chef cook of the ship, loving your own big quarters that was daily filled with most of the crew eating whatever you managed to provide that day. Sevika would always stay in late in your kitchen, eating with you after the crew left and helping you wash up the mess of the day. you two were always touchy, especially when you two were alone in each other's quarters, separated from reality. she would always put her lower hand at your back when she reached to grab something next to you and rest her arm on your shoulder as you tell her your most private thoughts on anything. as much as she liked to touch you, you would always massage her sore muscles she requested after any battles (aching to hear her rare small moans casually escaping) and help her fix her mechanical arm anytime she's too tired for it.

the problem is, your liking for her didn't stop just there. recently, you've noticed the uneasy feeling in your stomach whenever she was with you, which you desperately tried to get rid off in order to save your friendship. you tried to put as much distance between you and Sevika as you could, which she slowly but surely noticed over time. confused by your actions, she also distanced herself from you. your once close friendship turned into confusion and slowly into unaccounted hatred. not only did you loose your friendship, but the romantic feelings for her grew even stronger due to the lack of interaction with her. and fuck, you hated everything about it. you're hyperaware of her presence anytime she's near you and you can't help but grow agitated at her presence that fills any room you're in.you even tried to fuck your horniness out of your system with several other women, but nothing hindered the constant thoughts you have of Sevika plaguing your mind. the image of her touching, groping, fucking you eft your knees weak at the mere thought of it.

as you sip from your tankard and relish the sweet burn in your throat, a gaze lingering on you burns into your consciousness. your first instinct is for your eyes to wander to Sevika, who's eyes seemed to be fixed on anything but you. as your eyes wanted to wander back to your group, all of a sudden you notice the tavern girl sitting down in Sevika's lap. her lacy white straps of her garment fell off her shoulders, revealing her bust to Sevika's sight, who grinned at her before her eyes knowingly set on you. questioning your gaze, her eyebrow arched as she kissed the woman's shoulder. her grey piercing eyes never leave yours as her lips trace her collarbone.

your breath starts to quicken up, not able to leave your eyes off of her kissing the woman's bare breasts as she moans and throws her head back, unaware of the game you and Sevika were playing in that moment with each other.

"i need to go," you tell your best friend, before you leave them the rest of your deck and finish the last drop of the tavern's burned rum, desperate for any numbing of the storm of emotions that were risking to bust inside of you. your friend stops mid-action to examine your unclear gaze.

"don't do anything stupid," they tell you with affection in their eyes, but respecting the distance you seem to need. you smile before you wave at your crew to call it a night. you desperately try not to throw another glance at Sevika as you exit The Last Drop and enter the humid night.

inhaling the smell of sea, you push the sweaty strands of hair off your face and exhale shakily before you try to process whatever happened inside the tavern.

desperate to feel the deck beneath your worn leather boots, you walk away from the loud tavern and head to your ship.

arriving at the docks, a mate on night watch nods at you before he returns to his duties. his gaze towards the vibrant town. the slight sway of the ship immediately calms your senses as you walk further on the ship.

stopping at the worn wooden railing, you rest your weight on your forearms and link your fingers to stop them from trembling. the sea always mesmerised you since you work for Captain Silco. it's truly the only place in the world that calms you merely by it existing. beneath the silver moonlight the sea glitters magically in reflection to it. the only sounds audible are the waves hitting the shore and the rafts of the ship occasionally flapping with a hue of wind, leaving you at ease.

the heavy creaks of wood beneath someone's feet rip you from your peace as you immediately recognised the person behind the sound, but your eyes maintain fixated on the waves dancing around the ship.

the person joins you as she turns to lean against the railing with her back to the sea, watching you as you still avoid eye contact with her.

"why are you avoiding me?" Sevika crosses her arms and cocks her head closer in your direction. her grey eyes slice you open and all the peace you just restored was instantly destroyed.

"why would you look at me with someone's tits up your face?" you counter bluntly, still avoiding any eye contact with her.

she chuckled merely at your response, "why, would you have preferred them to be your tits?"

shocked, your eyebrows furrow and you loosen your hands to grab the railing, "what? fuck, no!" your voice rises.

"then why would you care about whose tits are in my face?" her voice sounds unusually calm, sending you into a spiral of emotions as you turn to finally make eye contact with her for the first time since the incident at the tavern.

your hand automatically grabs the hilt of your sword tugged into the leather scabbard around your waist, needing any support as you try to challenge the grey eyes piercing into yours. Sevika notices your motion but chooses not to comment on it.

"answer my fucking question," she takes a step towards you and you can feel her breath mingling on your skin. "tell me, why are you avoiding me?" she says slowly, watching every move of yours closely.

unsure about how to react, you maintain the tense eye contact with her. you're trembling on the inside and your grip on the hilt of your sword hardens to avoid your muscles from starting to shake.

"because i can't stand your face," you lie to her. "i can't stand your presence anymore," you continue. taking a deep breath, you whisper with only truth "and i don't know how to feel about you anymore."

her eyebrows furrow as she comprehends your words. she seems to look for any signs of emotions on your face, before she bluntly says "i don't believe you."

"prove it." she pushes you with her biological arm, "fight me, love. show me how much you can't stand my presence."

you stumble a step back at the nickname, gripping your sword even tighter as you free it from its hilt. she pushes the sleeves of her shirt up as she stretches the sharp pointy fingers on her mechanical arm, watching every move of yours. you are a skilled fighter, but you prefer to not fight your beloved ones, especially those who you secretly adore to an extend that's slowly killing you inside.

Sevika flicks the blade of your sword against her mechanic arm, but you were quick to dodge her swinging her arm back. it only results in you two going further into the fight, leading her to leave several small cuts across your torso as you managed to dodge any of her attacks on you. across her eyebrow sat a small deep cut from the tip of your sword, the blood dripping down her face. the fight becomes more serious and deadly with each second you fight.

the eyeing of night watchers expands into a crowd including half the crew watching the ongoing fight. "looks like we've got an audience," Sevika mumbles as she smears the blood off of her eye with her bare hand.

catching your breath, you turn to examine the audience around you two. "i assume our fight has became more interesting than their gambling games in the tavern?" you say in a low tone only Sevika could audibly understand. she grins at your question before she counters, "how sweet of you to think that we haven't become their new gambling game, love."

"what?" you exclaim in surprise as she arches an eyebrow at you and her grin deepens. "Renni?" she calls into the audience, revealing a tall guy with a mechanic nose and green vibrant cords attached to it. he's handling any gambling games in your crew.

"yes, quartermaster?" he responds, resulting the chatter in the audience to silence immediately. "how many people bet on me winning the most rounds?"

the gambling master grins at her question. "the whole crew, quartermaster. all but one," he calls, eyeing the girl in striped red trousers and long blue braids dangling as she spins to him. her dirty gunpowder-covered hand shot into the air.

grinning, you watch Sevika narrow her eyes at the girl who's showing nothing but pride in her evaluation of you winning.

huffing, Sevika turns to you and mumbles, "don't get your hopes up, the Captain's daughter never won a bet in her life."

cocking your head at her damaged ego, you whisper with a wicked smile "i don't care," before Jinx intervenes with a pointed finger at you two, "actually, i've won several bets concerning you guys."

you watch Jinx with curiosity as Sevika only narrows her eyes at her again.

"several?" you question in confusion.

"how many times have you guys bet on us?" Sevika asks, her eyes wandering through the crowd as she watches everyone's reaction.

"i lost count." Renni states simply. "but it was usually whether you guys would fuck or kill each other." the crew laughs at Renni's blunt truth. you blankly stare at him as you loosen the grip on the hilt of sword. Sevika chuckles at the situation as she whispers to you, "so, they actually believe we'd fuck each other rather than kill."

"what's your take on that, y/n?" she continues as the tip of her sharp finger trails your jawline. the sensation of the light pressure clouds your mind and no words can be formed in your head all of a sudden. she knowingly smiles at your reaction and her finger travels beneath your chin as she guides your eyes to look at her, her breath mingling with yours.

your unoccupied hand pulls your hidden dagger out of your vest as you press it against her throat. her grey eyes darken as she grins at your unexpected move. she holds her hand in the air, showing any submission that was left in her.

"do you actually want to know?" you whisper as your eyes move between her narrow eyes and full lips despite her grin, the tip of your dagger pressing into her dark skin as a drop of blood runs down her neck.

her eyes darken at your question and the next thing you felt was her hand at your lower back pulling you on the hard wooden deck. your sword loudly slides across the wooden deck, hitting several obstacles of all kinds on its way.

she straddles your hips as her mechanic hand squeezes your throat and the biological one pins your wrists above your head, the dagger still in a tight grip in your dominant hand. "fuck," you murmur but wouldn't dare to break eye contact with her. "that was a dirty move."

"you can forfeit now, if you want." she suggests. "and why the fuck you wouldn't even dare to look at me all those weeks." she moves closer to whisper in your ear, "Jinx will loose her bet either way, may as well save your energy."

you gasp as a shudder ran down your spine as her breath tickled your sensitive skin beneath your ear. gathering all your strength, you try to pull your wrists out of her grasp. "i never yield," you say as she looks at you with the wicked smile of hers. your conversation was so quiet, only you two were able to hear each other as the crew chatted and the waves were dancing.

"i strongly recommend you to yield, love. save yourself some embarrassment," she tells you, but you're not having it. you try to lift your hips, but her core presses you even harder into the wood. "if you want me to yield, you have to make me," you whisper with a shaky breath that escapes mouth as you feel heat shooting down your core at the position you two are in. she quirks her eyebrow at you as she watches you writhe beneath her. your eyes wander down her neck to the her buttoned down shirt, revealing heavy breasts and pointy nipples through the thin linen. wandering down further, you see the swell of her core pressed into yours and you feel your breath becoming uneven.

"you're obviously loosing," she whispers. you squirm beneath her and your movements seem to affect Sevika as well. she presses her legs even harder against your waist, but can't help the heavy sigh that left her mouth as the scabbard around your waist seems to graze her core. "just yield," she said breathlessly as her eyes darken.

a shaky breath escapes your lips and you stop your squirming, visibly satisfying Sevika as her grip on you loosens. you immediately start fighting again and almost knock her off, but she grumbled "fucking stop," before she readjusted her grip on you and slid her leg beneath yours.

her mouth corners pull into a sly grin as she watches your reaction. your eyes went wide as you gasp, your warm and soft core directly pressing onto her knee. still, you try to push her off by trying to lift your hips, but the thin cotton of your brown trousers didn't do you any justice. your clit pulses at the friction and you try not to roll your eyes. she leans down to whisper, "what's wrong, love?" as her eyes switch between your eyes and your lips. "yield," she commands as her shining grey eyes pierce yours.

"no," you whisper and you feel her mechanical hand tighten around your throat. her knee pressed upwards and your head falls back as your eyes flutter closed from the friction you're experiencing down in your core. you name rolls of your tongue as you moan, arching your back as she readjusts her knee against you.

"i can basically feel your heat through your trousers," she whispers breathlessly, "you must be so wet right now."

shocked if anyone would hear you two, you gasp and tried to wiggle your wrists free, but miserably fail again. "what if anyone hears us?" you ask, but your eyes wouldn't leave hers to look around. that piercing gaze of hers results in another rush of heat spiking through your legs right into your core. "so, go on and yield," she tells you as she's grinning again, "so we can finish it in your quarters."

exaggerating her point, she presses her knee upward, sending your back arching. you almost forgot where you are, until crew mates were chanting Sevika's name. despite the crew's chanting, she keeps her gaze fixed on you as she closes her eyes to whisper against your lips, "please."

"yield, so i can finally fucking kiss you," she whispers breathlessly and you feel her lips grazing against yours. exhaling, you look at her with such intensity in your eyes, wondering if she really just said what you heard.

"fine," you murmur. smiling, she finally releases her hold on you as you push yourself up to yell, "i yield!"

standing, Sevika reaches out to help you stand up as the crowd cheers as if they've just won a triumph in a battle. you swear you heard a frustrated Jinx trotting off, leaving you chuckling in disbelief. the crowd disperses over the whole deck and Sevika whispers "i'll make it up to you, love."

"just," you start, "just shut up and hurry." you go to grab your sword as you push through the group of people. you hear her chuckle somewhere behind you and you can't suppress the smile that's growing on your lips. pushing your sword back into your scabbard, you walk down the stairs to your kitchen quarters with Sevika close behind you. her real hand rests on your lower back until you reach downstairs, away from any noise and other drunk pirates.

you turn around to pull her into an aching, hot and longing kiss. fuck, her full lips felt so soft compared to the rough and deep kiss, leaving you moaning as she bites your lower lip.

your sword hits the wooden table behind you as Sevika hoists you up on it. the kiss grows more frantic with every second, both of you sighing and moaning as the other would occasionally bite at the others lip. your arms slip behind her neck and her mechanical arm pulls you even closer to you as she stands between your thighs, which are hooked around her waist.

moaning, you grind against her trousers' seam, which you felt her press onto your core a few minutes ago. you break the wet kiss as your head falls back, feeling the perfect angle pushing against your clothed clit.

she grunts before her hands slip to hold each side of your hip to stop your frantic movements.

"fuck, i'm about to come undone if you won't stop, love," she says as she rests her forehead on her shoulder to catch her breath after she manages to stop the grindings between the two of you. before you could respond, she kissed you rough and messy as her hands slide over hips up to your waist.

her name spilled out of her lips after her real hand moved further up to cup your tit beneath your leather vest. her thumb teases your still clothed nipple as both of your hands softly pulled her hair, urging her on to continue. "Sev-," you gasp as her index and thumb pinched your nipple.

she's watching every single move of yours like you're the most beautiful person she ever witnessed. your eyes hazily fix on hers and you feel the emotions rising in all of a sudden. looking at her, you’re reminded of the feelings you’ve recently developed for her and the fact that you still owe her an explanation for your behaviour the last few weeks.

nonetheless, she smiles at you as you’re seemingly lost in your own thoughts. "Sev," you say again, trying to start whatever coherent sentence you were about to voice, but her lips on the shell of your ear interrupted the last string of thoughts you had.

"go on, love," she whispers and a shudder runs down your spine from her warm breath tickling your nerves. inhaling, you try to not concentrate on her lips that were moving down further and further with every wet kiss she presses on your skin. not to forget, her hand was caressing your tit, although it already moved on to your other one.

"i‘m sorry," you say, your hands playing with her hair to calm yourself. "i‘m so sorry, Sev," you continue, in- and exhaling to calm yourself "i really didn’t want to treat you like an enemy the last few weeks."

Sevika stops in her kisses as she expands her posture to look eye-to-eye with you. her mechanical hand still rests on your lower back as your hand drive off of her. continuing on, you look away almost in shame, "i don’t know why i haven’t communicated my feelings with you from the start. i hope you can forgive me for the last few weeks."

a smile grows slowly on her lips as she’s lost in her own thoughts, "so you have feelings for me, love?"

surprised by her reaction, you answer "i mean, isn’t it obvious considering what we’re doing right now? you’re hand is still on my tit!"

laughing, you shake your head at her surprised face but the smile on her lips never left. her mentioned hand moves up to your neck to pull you into a heartbreakingly loving kiss that you never want to stop.

"i forgive you, love," she whispers against your lips, "under one condition."

breaking the kiss and looking at her expectingly, she continues, "promise me to always come to me if something is in your mind. i don’t want us to end in a fight again."

smiling, you answer, "i promise." hooking your arms around her neck again, you say with a grin on your face "speaking of our fight, you still owe me something."

"you don’t have to remind me," she says with a laugh before her lips find yours again before her hand finds the opening of your scabbard. skilled with only her mechanical hand, she opens your trousers and traces the lines of your underwear.

"just so you know," she says as the sharp tip of her index finger slides down your pussy, "when we grew apart, i slowly realised that you mean more to me than a best friend."

she presses a kiss on your forehead, then on your cheek and lastly on your lips before she pulls away to react to her finger circling your clit over the cotton of your underwear. sighing from the sensation and love at the same time, you smile at her through hazed eyes as your hand slides down to trace her suggestive cleavage you were eyeing the whole night before you pinched her pointy nipple underneath her shirt.

exhaling in pleasure, her movements quicken on your clit. your breathing grows more rapid with every bolt of sensitivity you feel in your core. realising how close you were, she releases her hold on you and swaps her mechanical hand with her biological as she slips two fingers into your fold underneath your underwear. you whimper when she enters you with both thick fingers at the same time, but her kisses around your throat soothe the sting, which quickly turned into pure pleasure. moaning, you feel her curling her fingers to test your g-spot, making you see stars as she sucks and bites hickeys on your neck.

grasping for any hold on her, one hand fists the back of her shirt as the other one pulls on her hair as her movements quicken with every moan that escapes you. the table beneath you creaks loudly with every thrust of her, but when you come, the only thing you were able to process was the stars you were seeing and the sound of your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. you scream her name as your long orgasm takes several seconds, leaving you panting with tears in your eyes.

when you're able to recognise your surroundings again, you see Sevika watching you with unsteady breaths and clouded eyes. "fuck, my soul left me for a second," you indirectly praise her and she immediately smiles at your sentence. again, she leaves several kisses around your face.

"i'm so glad to finally call you mine."

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twiceastasty · 1 year ago

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Pumpkin Quick Bread

Easier to make than fully from-scratch pumpkin pie and easy to store and transport, two-loaf quick bread recipes let you enjoy one loaf and gift the other. Learn to make Pumpkin Quick Bread.

While most people of think of pumpkins for pie late in the year—I shared each homemade component over several weeks last year in my Twice as Tasty column for the Flathead Beacon—many of my homegrown sugar pumpkins end up in less labor-intensive dishes, like the quick bread recipe I share this week. I explain in my column how “quick” can be a bit misleading, since it still takes time to put the…

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ogwintersmind · 22 days ago

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Happy Birthday Katsuki.

Today is Katsuki's 22nd birthday and for once in your life you've finally managed to wake up before him. You've spent the entire morning decorating the kitchen with bunches of party decorations—streamers hanging from every corner, orange and black balloons bouncing on the floor and floating near the ceiling, and two big #2-shaped golden balloons in the middle of the kitchen island.

The counter is covered in a cozy spread: fluffy tamagoyaki, miso soup, pancakes and syrup, bacon, and a tiny stack of onigiri shaped like hearts (what a sap). In the center sits a lopsided cake with icing that definitely fought back, not wanting to be spread on the sweet bread you'd made from scratch— the lettering was smudged, layers uneven, but most importantly, tons of love was included.

Katsuki hears the ruckus coming from the kitchen. “The hell is this woman up to now..” he thinks to himself. When Katsuki enters the kitchen, his hair still messy from sleep, he freezes. His expression changes quite a few times— first surprise, then a rare quiet smile. He grumbles something to himself about “All this dman glitter on the floor..” but he can't stop the stupid smile that's plastered along his face as he stares at everything. Especially the cake. “Did you and the cake go to war or something? Looks like Denki made it when he short-circuited.” “oh f you.” you retaliate.

Despite all the teasing you endure the entire morning over the cake, Katsuki is so obviously grateful for the care and effort you put in to celebrate him. He pulls you into a tight hug. “You're a damn dork, but I love you. Thanks.” you look up at him and smile. “Happy Birthday, Katsuki.”

My glorious kings Birthday is today 🤩🥳 (this is a joke.. Gulp)

I hope u enjoyed reading! This is pretty short sorry I rlly have no motivation but wht kind of stan would I be if I didn't write a bday fic for my amazing Katsuki Bakugou?!

THANKS FOR READING!

Requests r open!

(to ANON who requested barbarian king kats I'm working on it my brain is Js very scrambled but its coming!!)

XO- winter 💥🍰

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mintyys-blog · 7 days ago

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hiiii! could you write something about main!mark and reader adopting a dog together? reader loves dogs and it’s her idea and they go to a shelter together and gush over all the cute doggies and end up taking one home 🥰

DOGGIE | mark grayson x reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST 2 | WARNINGS:

Mark had barely stepped out of the car before you were tugging his hand toward the shelter door, eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Come on, come on, they close in like thirty minutes—what if the perfect dog is there and we miss him?”

Mark laughed, letting you drag him along. “I don’t think they let the perfect dog just walk out the back if we’re five minutes late, babe.”

You shot him a mock glare. “Don’t joke. This is serious. We’re getting a dog. Our dog. A whole little creature to love and cuddle and—oh my god—name.”

The second you stepped inside the shelter lobby, the sounds hit you: barks, excited whines, the occasional yip. You looked like a kid in a candy store. Mark had never seen your face light up quite like that, and it made something soft settle in his chest.

The volunteer at the front desk smiled as you signed in. “Looking to adopt today?”

“YES,” you said, with a little too much enthusiasm. Mark nodded behind you, amused but already resigned to your joy. “We’re hoping to find someone who’s sweet and kind of small—but we’re open! I mean, they kind of pick you, right?”

You and Mark wandered through the kennels side by side. You gasped and knelt by every single dog that wagged its tail at you. Mark crouched with you, occasionally muttering things like “That one’s got your eyes,” or “He looks like he could eat me,” while you cooed and scratched behind metal bars.

“Mark, look at this one!” you whispered, eyes wide at the sight of a small, speckled mutt with giant ears and a nervous wiggle in her step. “She’s perfect.”

Mark tilted his head. The dog in question looked like someone had shrunk a German shepherd and mixed her with a loaf of bread. She stared up at him with wide, cautious eyes. Then she sneezed.

You turned to him, gripping his shirt like this was life or death. “Tell me you don’t love her.”

Mark looked from you to the dog… then back to you. “I love you,” he said, deadpan. “But yeah, okay. She’s pretty cute.”

The dog whined softly and pushed her head against the bars. Your face crumbled like someone had played your favorite sad song.

“I’m naming her Starbeam,” you whispered.

Mark blinked. “That’s not even—okay. Fine. Starbeam it is.”

By the time you were walking out with her—a leash in your hand, a bundle of paperwork under your arm, and Mark carrying her little bag of supplies—he couldn’t stop smiling.

She curled up in your lap the entire ride home, ears twitching while you hummed softly and rubbed her back.

“Welcome home, Starbeam,” you murmured. Mark reached over from the driver’s seat, rested his hand over yours, and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah. Welcome home.”

The apartment felt different with Starbeam in it. Like something had finally clicked into place.

She sniffed every corner of the living room with the cautious curiosity of a tiny explorer. Her stubby tail wagged in short bursts, like she wasn’t sure yet if she was allowed to be excited.

You and Mark sat on the floor, watching her with your chins in your hands.

“She’s so little,” you whispered like it was a sacred truth. “Look at her little paws. Mark, look at her bean toes.”

He snorted. “I’m looking, I’m looking.” He leaned against your side, resting his head on your shoulder. “I didn’t know you could fall in love three times in one day.”

You turned, grinning at him. “Three?”

“Yeah,” he said, mock serious. “Once when I saw you in that ‘I’m adopting a dog’ frenzy. Then again when you named her Starbeam. And now watching you fall in love with her bean toes.”

You gave him a dramatic, faux-sappy sniffle. “You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork,” he said easily, dropping a kiss to your cheek. You leaned into it, then gasped.

“Wait. We forgot something.”

Mark tensed. “Did we forget to pay? Did we—”

“No!” You scrambled up, ran to the closet, and returned with a tiny pink hoodie. “I bought this last week. Just in case.”

Starbeam looked up at you with wide eyes as you approached. You sat beside her gently and offered it for sniff inspection.

“She’s gonna hate it,” Mark said, hiding his laughter behind his hand.

“She’s gonna love it,” you insisted.

Two minutes later, Starbeam was swaddled in soft fleece, looking extremely confused and slightly offended. Her ears poked out like satellite dishes, and her eyes said I didn’t agree to this.

Mark burst out laughing. “She looks like she’s about to file a lawsuit.”

“She’s a fashion icon, thank you very much.”

Despite her confusion, Starbeam padded over and flopped into your lap like it was the safest place on Earth. You stilled. Then carefully—so carefully—you curled your arms around her.

Mark watched, quiet now. Something warm bloomed in his chest as he reached out to scratch behind Starbeam’s ear.

“You know,” he said softly, “I didn’t think I was ready for something like this.”

You looked up at him, brows raised.

“I mean… I’m barely holding my own life together half the time. Superhero stuff. School. It’s a lot.” He scratched the back of his neck. “But then you walked into that shelter, and you were so sure. And now—seeing her here, with us—I don’t know. It feels like… maybe I can handle this. Because I’ve got you. And we’ve got her.”

Your eyes softened. You reached out, grabbed his hand, and tugged him down to sit closer. Starbeam blinked up at him and licked his wrist like a seal of approval.

“She’s ours,” you said quietly. “We’ll figure it out together. Just like we always do.”

He leaned over and kissed you again—this time longer, slower. Starbeam sneezed, and both of you burst into giggles.

That night, the three of you curled up together on the couch. Mark’s arm around you, your arm around Starbeam, and Starbeam happily snoring into your chest like she’d always belonged there.

And honestly?

She had.

#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #x reader #reader insert

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paulyenvol6 · 1 month ago

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As Slow As You Need (Chapter 3)

Marcus Acacius x female reader (Part 1 I Part 2)

It took me a while, but here is part three of this mini-series. Enjoy :)

(And thanks to @mrspascalsworld for the idea)

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), implied age gap, dirty talk, little bit of gagging, lots of praise, soft dom!Acacius, fluff, aftercare I guess?, manhandling, overstimulation, Acacius being very caring and sweet and talking you through it

Wordcount: 5,685

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It was remarkable because when you woke up the next day the first thing you noticed was that it seemed like your body hadn't shifted for once during the night.

You were still nestled against Acacius' chest, his hands where they had been when you had fallen asleep, and your own hands lingered on his arms. You thought a day couldn't start better than this, with the sun shining into the room and your body feeling more rested than ever despite the odd sleeping position. And when Acacius opened his eyes seconds after you had woken up you wanted to kiss the gods good morning just the way you began covering your husband's face with kisses.

He blinked a few times getting rid of his drowsiness but soon kissed you back.

"Good morning my love," he hummed stroking your cheek in lazy circles as his lips crashed against yours over and over again before he pulled back fearing that he might not be able to control himself around you, especially considering you were being so close to him right now.

"How did you sleep?" you asked as you stroked his temples with fingers that were as light as a breath of wind.

"You might not believe it, but I haven't gotten this good of a sleep in quite a while."

You twisted your lips in amusement but then lifted your eyebrows as you seriously watched him. "Acacius?"

"Yes, little dove?" he replied hands running up your sides.

"Can we go to the beach?"

He pursed his lips, eyebrows shooting up but then smiled.

"Today?"

A nod from you made him scratch his head, pondering your suggestion. "Well… why not? I don't have any appointments today… When do you want to go?"

You bit your lip in anticipation, unable to hide your excitement. "In the afternoon. Perhaps we can watch the sunset."

And with that it was set. The two of you had a lazy morning cuddling in bed until you eventually got up to get ready for the day. You wore your hair down and chose a pretty and yet practical summer dress to wear at the beach. Your husband looked divine in his linen tunics and you appreciated seeing him in comfortable clothing instead of his formal uniform.

You had a meal which consisted of bread and cheese and then in the afternoon Acacius took you down to the beach. It was sunny and the heat was shimmering off the stony path, making you sweat as soon as you stepped outside, which was why you couldn't wait to dive into the cool, fresh water.

Your fingers had gripped Acacius' hand, but you had to let go as you both reached the beach, smiling as you realised your husband had led you to a quieter and more private part of it. There wasn't a single soul within a mile, the only living creatures around here being the fish and crabs in the sea.

Acacius laid a large blanket on the grass that was a little farer away from the ocean so your clothes wouldn't get all sandy when you sat down.

At first you lay down with your head resting on his shoulder as you looked up into the sky your hand protecting your eyes from the sun. Not a single cloud was visible and together with Acacius' steady breathing, the quietness and the sound of the waves crashing against the sand far away you could have fallen asleep like that had you not felt so eager to take a swim.

So you sat up running a hand over Acacius' thigh and twisted your lips into a smile watching him open his right eye.

"Let's get into the water," you said and watched him prop himself on his elbows.

"You have to eat something first, little dove. And drink some water as well. I don't want you to collaps and then the hot weather…"

You sulked pinching his skin lightly but had to admit that he was right.

"Fine. But afterwards you're going to join me, right?"

He laughed as he opened the basket, which was filled with all sorts of delicacies such as grapes, bread, cheese and olives, and then began to arrange them around you on the large picnic rug.

"What are you in the mood for?" he wanted to know and you frowned observing the food in a concentrated manner.

"I think I'm going to start with some olives."

Acacius handed you the black little vegetables while reaching for the bread.

"It was a good idea to come here," he spoke in the meantime. "We should do it more often. I didn't know you were such a great lover of the sea."

"I am. I used to go to the beach with my family all the time when I was young. It was my favourite place in the world. Maybe because it was the time that my whole family was alive and well and… I remember being there for hours after sunset and we were just laughing and giggling and everyone was so peaceful and content."

You felt tears welling in your eyes at the vivid memory of your father and had to swallow loudly. Acacius hand caressed your arm soothingly, waiting patiently until you turned your head to him again and then propped himself on his side.

"That sounds lovely. We can come here whenever you want to. It might not be the same as it was with your family but if it makes you happy it makes me happy as well."

A warmth spread through your body, which certainly wasn't necessary considering the hot weather and yet you were once again amazed by the physical reaction you had to his words and actions, shyly lowering your gaze while you continued to enjoy the olives.

"I think I'd like that," you replied, shuddering at his hand on your bare leg in the best possible way.

The two of you spent another 30 minutes talking and giggling until you finally left your spot on the grass to approach the sea. You clenched his hand in yours excitedly pulling Acacius with you until your bare feet touched the water for the first time, a warm shiver running down your spine.

"It's so beautiful," you whispered feeling the water run over your toes, the salt prickling on your skin.

Acacius smiled watching your profile and then stepped behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, his lips brushing over the back of your neck. You giggled and rested your hands on top of his arms before pulling forward.

"Come on. We have to take a swim!"

With these words you winded in his hold turning around and then running backwards into the wide ocean as you kept your eyes on him, your arms spread to gesture him to follow you.

"Come, Acacius!"

For a moment your husband stood still and you almost wanted to speak up again but then he eventually started to run as well and you slowed down until he was on the same height as you grabbing his hand while the two of you crashed against the waves.

First, you could only taste and smell the salty water that was soaking your hair and slightly burning in your eyes. You used your hands to dive to the surface, your eyes blinking a few times as you looked around to find Acacius right behind you, brushing his wet hair out of his face.

"I missed this so much," you said, lifting your hand to your brow to protect yourself from the sun.

Then you opened your arms and let your body drop backwards again, savouring the way the coldness created an intoxicating contrast to the thin hot layer of sweat on your arms and face.

You spent some time like this, either jumping and playing in the clear blue water, splashing Acacius with water and diving under the gentle waves, or drifting peacefully beside your husband, your eyes closed to the sun as you enjoyed the tranquillity of this magical place. It was nearly an hour before you found yourself in his arms again, his hands tracing patterns down your bare back and his lips never more than an inch away.

"Acacius," you whispered, your fingers buried in his muscular shoulders.

"Yes, little dove."

"I want you," you said, eyes threatening to close as you felt him take your bottom lip between his to gently kiss it.

"Yes, sweetling?" he asked, his hot breath lingering on your cheek.

"Yes. Need you."

His grip on your waist became more firm now, his hands squeezing your flesh as his strong chest clashed against yours.

"You want me to get us out of here?" he then whispered and all your cloudy mind could bring about was nod.

But it was all the reassurance Acacius needed, for the next thing he did was to lift you effortlessly by your waist, your legs instinctively crossing behind his back and then he walked the two of you out of the water that had started to feel a little cold.

But now nothing was cold anymore. Your lips didn't separate for once, not even to catch a breath, your eager and heated hands reaching for him in a desperate attempt to melt with him. His hands on your body felt like fire igniting your nerves and it didn't take long until you panted into his mouth. You hadn't even noticed that you had arrived at your spot in the grass again so when you felt him carefully lay you down on the blaket you shrieked, hands grasping his arms.

"Don't worry, little one," he chuckled and immediately followed you down to the ground, his broad body caging you beneath him as he kissed his way from the swell of your breasts up to your chin, teeth carefully grazing your skin.

"You're so incredibly beautiful, my sweet love. I want to make you feel so good. I want to make you feel things you've never felt before."

You moaned, eyes fixed on his piercing gaze that examined you like he was trying to memorize every muscle and vein.

"Yes, that's right. I want you to give me all of these sweet little whines. Wanna hear them all... You think you can do that?"

"Yes, Acacius," you whined barely audible and buried your hands in his neck, fingers running through the short curly strands of hair.

"I need a taste of you," he whispered in your ear, as if he had saved the words just for you to hear.

"Are you gonne let me have a taste of your pretty cunt, little dove?"

Of course you nodded, the throbbing heat between your legs an uncomfortable reminder of how eager and lustful you were for your husband's touch.

"Yes, please," you whimpered, but were quickly silenced as Acacius' lips devoured your mouth, tongues and teeth clashing in a heated yet playful battle.

And then, just when you thought that you finally needed some air to breathe he let go and kissed his way down your body, leaving wet traces behind as he made sure to give attention to every inch of your body. He made a stop at your chest to suck your hard nipples in his mouth and twirl his tongue around the buds. You could already feel the wetness running down the insides of your thighs and couldn't help yourself when you buckled up your hips, rocking your center against his body in search for some friction.

Acacius noticed your attempts with a smirk on his face and let you proceed, but didn't fasten up. He took his time with his treatment for your breasts, his hand taking care of your one breast while his mouth toyed with the other.

When he was finally done your nipples were sore and pulsating and you felt both satisfied and eager for more but Acacius didn't grant you any time to process the beauty of his touch because he immediately traveled further down, his mouth tenderly brushing over your pelvis until he finally dived between your shaky legs.

You could only see the frame of his dark-haired head through your blurry eyes, your mouth agape while you gave yourself to his touch. He trailed with his pointed tongue through your slit, licking up your wetness like he was already addicted and then pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your quivering hole.

"Fucking divine," he cursed and you instantly felt your pussy clench at his husky and rough voice.

He didn't tease you long tonight, instead getting to work to bring you to orgasm by focusing on your clit. Acacius' tongue licked over the underside of your throbbing clit, using his hands to spread you wider for him while his soft lips enclosed around the whole of your little pearl.

He grunted deeply, the vibrations tingling in your limbs and then locked eyes with you as he lifted his gaze which sent shockwaves through your body. Your eyes were half-closed and teary with tension, threatening to close from the pleasure you were receiving, but at the same time you just didn't want to look away and forced your mushy brain to keep them open.

"That's perfect, little dove," Acacius praised you and you felt like each syllable made the muscles in your thighs twitch. It was almost embarrassement that creeped up on your cheeks in form of a flushness but at the same time you knew just how much your husband enjoyed seeing you this way.

"You're perfect, my love. Letting me devour your sweetness… So good to me…"

He flicked your clit to the side with his thumb, applying enough pressure to evoke more of these little pleas but not so much that you would be in pain. He wanted to be perfect for you too after all. Make you feel things that would haunt your mind for days and make you blush at any time of the day before replacing them with new, more vivid memories.

You brought a hand to your chest, kneading your breast while your other hand grabbed his hair, not just to hold on to him and release some tension but also to move his head according to the motions of your hips. You had begun to rock your centre against his mouth, which Acacius more than welcomed as he let you circle your hips to create the most thrilling friction for your needy clit.

"That's right," his praise came immediately making your head spin. "Take what you need from me. You're doing so wonderful, my sweet girl."

"It's so good, Acacius, fuck… I need you, please."

The vibrations of his dark chuckle sent tingles through your chest and your toes curled as he slid two fingers into your weeping cunt, the slickness of it making it unnecessary for him to give you time to adjust to a single finger.

"I know, little dove, I know. I just love spoiling my sweet little princess too much, mhm? But you take it so well every time… Just can't help myself."

His thick fingers stretching your walls and curling up at the right angle elicited another whimper from you that was music to Acacius and made him fasten up the dance of his tongue over your little nub. Your heart pounded in your chest, your head feeling dizzy and somehow you felt like the two of you had been making love for hours already although he had only just started.

"I need to – Fuck, Acacius, I…" you stuttered, teeth sinking down hard on your lower lip and then you shrieked when the pats of his fingers softly like a lover's kiss touched the spongy spot hidden deep inside you that your husband was capable of finding quicker than you could.

"There it is…," he smirked teasingly circling your clit and it developped into a chuckle when he felt you writh and squirm underneath him.

"Oh my sweet girl is getting closer, isn't she?" Acacius grinned and felt his heart flutter at your round eyes staring down to him while quick and unsteady breaths left your parted lips.

"Yes. Yes, I think…," you muttered, your legs crossing behind his head to pull him impossibly closer.

"You can let go, little dove. I'll be there to catch you, c'mon. Soak my face with your sweet juices."

Your face tensed, the pleasure visible in the way the crease between your brows deepened and just as you wanted to beg Acacius once more, asking for things you couldn't even exactly identify yourself, the knot in your belly tightened and waves of pleasure crashed down upon you just as the deep breaths of the ocean broke against the rocks a few feet away.

"Huh. Oh, Acacius…," you screamed out, your nails surely leaving marks in the way they scratched his scalp but he didn't even flinch, keeping his mouth connected to your clit while squeezing every last sigh out of you.

"There you go…," he hummed deeply, his breath brushing over your sensitive bud making goosebumps rise on your arms and legs.

"That's a good girl right there… Drowning my face like the perfect little dove you are… Come on, you can give me more, right? Let me taste it all, babygirl, it's alright. I got you…"

A painful whimper escaped your lips and Acacius was quick to recognise it as a complaint about the overstimulation you were experiencing. His tongue hadn't come to a stop yet, the pointed tip grazing your clit in such a precise way that you jolted away, your feet pressing against his side.

"Acacius. Fuck... so much…," you whined while throwing your head to the side, your eyes half closed.

"I know, love. I know. But you can take it, right? You're not gonna deny me your sweet cunt, are you? Not after I've had my first taste and can't stop. You just taste too sweet for your own good, litte dove."

He dived back between your thighs and of course you made no attempt of holding him back. In a matter of a few seconds his touch had started to feel heavenly again and you soon shifted around, white pleasure blurring your view as you tried to catch your breath and stay still for him.

You managed to do so for a few minutes, but then your husband noticed that you just couldn't control yourself any more and his hands came up to rest on your hips, applying a little pressure to keep you still and open to him.

"Stay right there, sweetling. S'perfect. You taste better every time I dive back in, how do you do it, mhm?"

You weren't able to answer him because you were too busy trying not to suffocate, as your rapid breathing didn't allow much oxygen to reach your lungs. Acacius curled his fingers just the right way, tapping against your spot over and over again which made you buckle your hips towards him every time. Inevitably you came again, and this time your husband crawled up to meet with your gaze on the same level.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," you cursed, head thrown back and your hair hanging all over your face.

Your body uncontrollably writhed and winded, sweat collecting on your forehead and back and your toes digging into the grass next to you. Acacius caged you underneath him, surpressing your moans with his mouth before whispering words of comfort in your ear that were supposed to soothe and comfort you just like during your first release.

"You're doing so wonderful, little one. I love seeing you fall apart for me, because I know it's just for me to see."

He chuckled softly, nibbled tenderly at the lobe of your ear, and gently, as light as a feather floating in the wind, brushed his hands over the sides of your breasts.

"You're mine just as I am yours, sweetling. And I swear I will strangle anyone who dares come near you. You're mine to love and protect."

You exhaled deeply, beginning to feel calmer again and your rapid heartbeat had started to slow down as well. But your head was still muzzy from the effects of your high, so the next words that came out of your mouth were a little weak and indistinct.

"I wanna taste you too," you mumbled against the prominent vein on his neck, your possessive hands gripping the back of his head.

"Yeah?" he whispered as he carefully stroked the hair out of your face to take a better look at you.

"Yeah. Please, I really want it."

Acacius chuckled lowly and you didn't know what it was about it but the husky sound never failed to make your heart skip a beat; especially in combination with his brown puppy eyes.

"Alright, kitten," he growled, his hand firmly taking hold of the side of your face as he kissed your nose and then your hairline.

Then he rolled off you to lay down right next to you and spread his legs while you turned around to sit up. Your head spinned, your limbs and especially your knees weak and wobbly but you managed to crawl between his legs and crouched to lower your head to his cock while Acacius ran a hand through your hair.

"Look at me, dove," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper that prickled on your skin like the warm sun and you followed his demand, lifting your head to meet his gaze under your lashes.

"Fuck… my sweet girl," he hissed, his hand enclosing around your chin and his thumb skimming over your bottom lip.

"You wanna take it? You can have it, babygirl. You can take whatever you want from me…"

You swallowed loudly and then lowered yourself further, your lips curling in a smile and your eyes on him at all times. You began by swirling your tongue around the swollen tip of his cock, grazing over it so tenderly that Acacius buckled his hips towards you, the hand in your hand tightening. You smiled to yourself and put your hands on his thighs for support and then went a little deeper, your tongue trailing up and down his shaft and tracing the thick veins before taking the whole of him in your mouth. You also sucked in your cheeks to create an intoxicating pressure, and as you drew back with a pop, Acacius watched you with half-lit eyes, his jaw clenched.

"Sweetling... you... fuck, that's right," he moaned as he clenched his teeth and you giggled softly, feeling a familiar pride creep up on you at the way you had managed to sweep him off his feet with a single lick up and down his length.

"Just like that, little dove. I know you can take it all…"

You had taken him down your throat again and this time bobbed your head around his already throbbing dick that leaked with precum you were happy to lick up. Knowing how much it drove Acacius crazy, you used your tongue to draw patterns across his shaft, so motivated that you soon triggered your gag reflex for the first time when his tip brushed the back of your throat.

"Babygirl… Don't want you to hurt yourself," your husband warned you, his hand slightly pulling you off him.

You nodded and whispered a "I know" which you weren't quite certain he had heard but you were too eager to make him feel good so you didn't waste a lot of time and continued to suck his cock like your life depended on it.

"Don't want you to go so deep," Acacius groaned, gently guidind your head on his dick to make sure you wouldn't go too far.

"Just like that… S'already enough, sweetling. That's right, you're doing so well for me…"

He squeezed his eyes shut which you managed to see as you glanced up to him, his chest rising and falling heavily and his teeth scratching over his bottom lip. In response you reached up to run your hands over the toned muscles of his chest and stomach. You were lost in the sounds coming from his mouth that were like music to you, your tongue dancing along his length in time, moaning as he suddenly pulled you off his cock.

Your eyes flashed at him and your hands instantly reached for his length but your husband sat up on the blanket, taking hold of your face.

"I need to come inside of you, sweetling. Are you gonna let me do that… mhm? Are you gonna let me spill my seed in your perfect pussy?"

Just as quickly as your frustration had come it vanished at his words and you eagerly nodded with your head while Acacius manhandled you on your back again. His large hands came to rest right next to your head, cradling you for a few seconds before guiding his cock through your slit that was all sticky and puffy with the aftermath of two orgasms.

"Good girl," he praised you, closing his eyes at the way his tip already got to feel the warmth and softness of your cunt and then when he circled your entrance your muscles tensed in anticipation and you almost let out a squeal.

"Please, Acacius. I need it."

"I know, little dove. I know just what you need. I'm gonna make you feel so full and stuffed with it," his words brushed over your ear and then he kissed the corner of your mouth as he lined himself up with your drenched hole.

"Relax, my love."

You inhaled deeply, your eyes springing wide open while he slowly worked himself inside you, your breath hitching in your throat and your hands clenching around his shoulders. The two of you panted against each other's open mouths and when Acacius grabbed both of your hands to press them to your chest a whine escaped your lips which drove him insane.

He was snug inside your pussy now, your walls wonderfully pulsating around him and your hips already buckling up to make him create friction.

"Patience, little one," he chuckled and kissed your hands and just as you made an attempt to speak up, begging for him to start to fuck you already he bottomed out and pushed back in one motion.

"Ohhh yes," a long sob cut through the flickering air and you threw your head to the side, giving Acacius the opportunity to suck on your neck which he immediately took advantage of.

While his hips crashed against yours over and over again, his cock pounding your cunt at a steady pace, the two of you were visibly growing lazy and eager to come. His thrusts became sloppy but somehow he managed to hold back with the goal to make you finish again before doing so himself.

Your eyes were half open as Acacius grinned down at you, one hand on your hip, the other holding the back of your head to keep it from hitting the hard floor.

"You're gonna give me another one?" he asked while the hand on your hip slid between your thighs to rub your clit. You jerked at the contact, your whole body shaking, but he didn't hesitate to stimulate your swollen and twitching pearl to squeeze another orgasm out of you.

"Acacius…," you whimpered, not even able to lift your arms to initiate body contact because instead your hands lay flat next to you.

"I need you to give me another one, little dove. I know you can do it, just trust me, alright? S'gonna be fine."

A hiccup left your mouth that made Acacius' heart overflow with love and affection for you. How was he supposed to hold back much longer with you looking like the sweetest creature on earth beneath him?

"It's fine… Just take it, babygirl," he growled and then his lips twisted in a wide content smile when he felt you tense up around him.

"That's it, yeah…," he praised you and then the world around you collapsed and you finished with a shriek. You gasped for air, eyes looking almost surprised about the intensity of your third high of the night but then your face twisted as he still hadn't stopped circling your overstimulated clit with his thumb.

"Acacius…," you whined, your hips relentlessly shifting under his sharp thrusts but he was quick to hush you with a finger tapping against your swollen lips.

"Shhhh… It's alright, little dove. You can give me one more, mhm? Just one more for me, I know you can do it."

You wriggled underneath him, feeling not so sure about his words but Acacius's body weight kept you in place and he also managed to soothe your racing mind.

"You can, babygirl. You trust me, don't you? You can give me another one. I just need to hear more of your sweet little whines and then I'll let you rest, I promise. Just need you to come one more time, pretty girl."

His deep voice evoked something in you that made you want to please him so badly that you nodded over and over again, your little sighs soon turning into long whines again.

"Yes," you cried out at a particularly deep thrust, and he grinned as he trailed his finger up the side of your neck, where he had left a few marks from sucking on your delicate skin.

"Yes? You're gonna be a good girl for me and come again?"

Your jaw was tense, lips pressed together and your mouth forming a thin line while you nodded and kept your glossy eyes on him.

"Good," he replied, picking up the pace and increasing the intensity with which he stimulated your clit and the thrill made the adrenaline shoot through your veins, the addicting feeling of his thumb in combination with his deep thrusts threatening to push you over the edge soon.

"Oh babygirl… You're so fucking perfect, you know that? I love you so much and you're always doing so well f'me. You look perfect like that and I wanna fill you up so badly…"

He knew exactly what to say to make you break down for him and this time little jolts went through your body and you just couldn't keep your eyes open anymore. There was a roar in your ear, the skin on your arms and legs tingling and this beautiful sticky warmth spreading from your lower abdomen all over your body.

Everything was perfect and you were almost disappointed when the pleasure slowly began to fade and you fell back on the ground, reality catching up on you again. But honestly, reality wasn't any worse because in this moment you felt Acacius come inside of you, his hot seed painting your walls while his forehead crashed against yours and his body collapsed on top of you.

Your heads were quivering and throbbing with sensation and for a few seconds neither of you could say or do anything. But then your husband seemed to fully return to the moment and exhaled deeply, blinking a few times to get rid of the drowsiness that had creeped up on him. His insides clenched at the view before him, your eyes shut and your mouth greedily inhaling fresh air and he couldn't help himself and kissed your flushed cheek.

"I love you so much," he whispered and although he wasn't sure you had heard him your face seemed to brighten up.

It had gotten cold on the beach Acacius now noticed and so he didn't hesitate, fearing that you might get sick and rolled off your exhausted body with the intention to get you inside the house as quickly as possible. You moaned in disfavour, legs trying to cross behind his back so he would stay with you but he gently put your ankles down to the ground, got dressed and started to pack up your things.

"It's alright, little dove. I'll bring you home now. You just rest and relax. I know that it's been a lot tonight but you did so wonderful and I'm so proud of you," Acacius kissed your temple and then picked up your clothes to put them back on your body. You were only little help, your limbs sluggish and heavy, but eventually he succeeded and you were fully dressed and ready to go.

Your tired eyes opened slightly as you felt him pick you up and before you knew it you were lying in his arms, one of his arms around your shoulders and the other supporting you under your knees. You moaned and nestled against his chest, causing a warmth to envelop Acacius' heart as he tried to reach the basket he had brought without having to put you down again.

In the end he managed to carry not only you but all the things he had taken to the beach and started the short walk back to the house. The wind whispered in his ear, a peaceful silence now settled over the city, and he enjoyed the ethereal atmosphere and the chirping of the crickets so much that he didn't even notice you dozing off along the way.

Once he was inside the villa he did though and connected his lips with your forehead in a warm kiss, a smile curling on his mouth. Acacius laid you down on the bed, carefully so you wouldn't wake up and only then took care of the basket of food that he emptied and put away before approaching the bed as well.

You hummed once you felt his soft body next to you, your hands reaching for him when he pulled you to rest your head on his shoulder. He let you enclose your hands around his arm and then your body shivered with satisfaction, his breath slow and steady in your ear.

"Sleep well, little dove," he said with a voice so quiet and soft that he nearly didn't hear it himself.

He hadn't expected an answer, but he felt you nudge your nose against his bicep and that was enough to tell him all he needed to know.

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