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yampulp · 1 month
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i’m usually pretty decent at buzzing my undercut but this time i nicked the roots of enough of my locs that i’m probably going to have to chop them all a lot sooner than i’d planned :(
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billskeis · 8 days
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i have soo many reqs to get to but this was like burrowed in my mind its rotting i had to get it out
cw smut threesome, afab reader, the kaulitz twins r horny, reader is their best friend but maybe more to bill and tom than she thinks??
𝜗𝜚 beach days ₊ ⊹
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the water felt amazing to touch as you dipped your feet in. it’s been a while since you’ve actually been to the beach and had made plans to go with the kaulitz twins.
luckily, the plans made it out the groupchat and with your busy schedule as a solo artist and theirs as tokio hotel, everyone was able to follow through.
swimming by yourself, you moan in satisfaction to how the water cooled you down from the heat of the summer.
“bill! tom! hurry up!” you exclaimed to the twins as they begin to usher themselves towards the shore.
“fuck! it’s cold,” bill complained.
“man up bill, don’t be such a puss,”
“oh shut up tom!”
tom laughed but immediately gasped as the black haired twin splashes water, getting tom somewhat soaked.
“my..my hair..!”
“that’s what you get!!”
“you little shit.. wait, y/n?”
“oh shit y/n! i’m so sorry,” bill made his way towards you in the water, a little slow as the water provided a little resistance.
“y/n—FUCK..!”
“TOM—!”
“GERONIMOOOO!!¡!”
both you and bill screamed while bill fell into the water as tom leaped on top of him, the impact of the water and the weight of the two twin’s bodies held you underwater for seconds longer than they were.
tom was the first to raise his head from under the water, seeming to no longer care about his locs being wet.
giggling, he witnessed as his baby brother came up second gasping for air.
“what the fuck is wrong with you!?”
“hey! you started it first,”
“you fu—y’know what—nevermind.. where’s y/n?”
“dunno, weird.. she was just here,”
the twins called for you, voices muffled due to the body of water.
you hid underwater. in a panic. you have no fucking idea as what to do. the twins cannot see you like this.
imagine your childhood friends seeing you in this state. god, how fucking embarrassing.
your bikini top came off, and is nowhere near to be found in the water. it must’ve come undone when tom jumped on the two of you, that little shit.
you cannot hold your breath for any longer, fuck, what do you do?? it’s getting harder and harder to stay underwater. you panic, bubbles escaping as you then begin to gasp in the water.
fuck it.
you choke, but your head rises above from the water and the twins flinch at the splash of water and the uncalled for jumpscare.
“y/n!! are you okay??” bill exclaimed as he ushers himself closer to you in a worry, tom quietly following behind as he also worried.
“d-don’t come any closer,” you squeak as the twins stop in their tracks, “are you hurt?? why were you under the water for so long—oh..”
tom scrunches his face in confusion as he sees the surprised expression on bill’s face. your face heats a bright red as you realize that bill notices whats wrong, clutching your bare chest between your arms even closer.
“what?? what is it??” tom asks, “you’re not hurt right y/n?” you nod your head, slowly turning around to reveal the situation that is completely tom’s fault! how could he!?
he swallows a hard lump in his throat, swimming trunks becoming a bit tight. he questions whether it’s the heat from the sun or the fact that you’re presented topless in front of him.
bill cannot also help but feel a little bashful, as your back is turned to him he holds a hand to his mouth in shock, also hiding how red his face is.
“i—i think it’s time for me to go..”
“wait y/n! stay, the water is still so nice,”
why was he so insistent?
“how can i tom!? i lost my bikini top and it’s nowhere to be found..”
tom clutches the piece of fabric behind his back, he attempts to shove the garment down the trunks of his shorts without you noticing.
bill smirked as he places a hand on your shoulder, you turning to him to look up at how he smiles ear to ear.
“y/n.. do you wanna go back to the hotel?”
you gulp, what’s with this sudden change of atmosphere. bill’s body was way closer than expected you cannot stop but stare at the star tattoo that was peaking through his shorts.
“i, uhm..”
he’s really close, you’re getting all flustered and you don’t want him to catch on to that. he’s one of your best friends for god’s sake! get it together y/n..
as you begin to widen the gap between you and bill, your back hits a rock. there’s rocks this shallow on the shore?? you swore that the spot the three of you went to swim in was pretty open.
a hand grips your waist, you whip your head in shock to meet tom’s gaze, his lids a bit lowered as he bites his lip slightly to hold in a groan.
your backside was pressed onto his crotch, obviously hardened.
“y/n..”
“t-tom!”
in a frenzy, your attempt to escape was feeble as bill closed the once open gap between you two. completely sandwiched in between the twins, you look down to hide how completely shy and pathetic you look.
bill grabs one of your arms, you gasp in trying to hide your chest once more as he places the hand he ripped from you onto his lower groin.
“see what you do, y/n? god—we’ve been giving you so many signs but your little head just didn’t see them hm?”
“what’re you talking about??”
“cut the crap y/n,” tom chimes in from behind, “we want you. we like you. so bad. since the moment we met you,”
“…”
the twins?? like you?? no fucking way, not one but two?? unbelievable. your heart thumps an unexplainable speed as you cannot help but feel giddy and anxious given the current situation.
“i’ll ask again, schatzi, do you wanna go back to the hotel?”
bodies pressed against yours, you’re chest flush against bill’s, your hand no longer guarding the breasts you so desired to hide. with your back against tom’s chest, you feel everything.
did he get harder?
you tilt your head up to look at bill and tom, obviously grinning. they’re expectant. needy. spoiled. you’ve always given them whatever they wanted when asked for but this is just a whole other level.
with a sharp breath you inhale,
“yes.”
��f-fuck..!” you yelp as the constant touching of the twin’s on your cunt has your brain turning into mush.
as the three of you made it back to the hotel room, it started off with kissing. quick and rough, both using their mouths to work on two different areas at once.
bill suckled on the right of your nipples as tom’s tongue danced with yours. knees buckling, you’re now losing the strength to stand up.
“up we go!” tom lifts you up princess style after the two of them unlatched their mouths off you. body littered with hickeys, you’re gonna have to find out a way to cover these while also dealing with the malibu heat.
or not.
as tom lays you gently on the couch, he lays your head onto his lap as he bends down to place a kiss on your forehead, smiling.
bill taps your thigh to catch your attention, looking down at the only piece of clothing that had covered what the two of them really wanted.
“can i take them off?”
“mmhm,”
he slips your bikini bottoms off in no time, throwing them somewhere far away, heck, probably even out of the balcony window as all they wanted to see you in all of your glory 24/7.
“fuck y/n..” bill moans as you instantaneously spread your legs out in front of him, tom’s hands playing with your hair that fell onto his legs.
“i’m so glad you said yes.”
and that’s how you ended up where you are now.
moaning like a bitch in heat as you clutches the cushions of the couch with how tom moved his thumb in circles over your clit while bill had two of his digits fucking into you, purposely curving them to press on your g-spot again and again.
they bullied your cunt to their liking, and they fucking loved it.
loved the way your moans slipped out of your mouth, lips swollen from how hard you bit them to not let the noises slipped. but bill only went harder.
loved the way your tits bounced from the impact of how bill pistons his fingers in and out of your wet pussy.
loved the way your legs would convulse from attention and intricacy to how tom would rub your clit. nice and slow to ensure you felt everything, a grip on his shorts when you panicked at how an orgasm would quickly wash over the other.
“no..no more..! please!”
it was like, what, the fourth or fifth time you came?? after each and every one of them the twins would giggle and continue to wring them out of your body dry.
cooing sweet nothings to you as they promised they would ‘stop after this one’ or ‘just one more baby okay?’
“fuck schatzi.. you’re so wet.. so fucking hot, ” as tom slaps your pussy lightly, fingers hitting your clit just right.
“can’t believe we didn’t do this earlier.. you’re just so perfect y/n..” bill moans as he thrusts his hips against the couch, tom palming himself as he lolls his tongue out to play with his lip piercing.
they’re drunk off of just seeing you in such a state. they’re so happy, so happy that you let them toy with you as if they own you.
“h-hahh.. stop.. please—unnnggghh..!”
your gummy walls are nothing but sensitive, feeling everything as bill thrusts his fingers into you, a constant squelch of your pussy as he fucks you. it didn’t help that tom also wasn’t done with your clit, the hooded bud only ever sending electricity through your body.
and then it came down. either your fifth or sixth orgasm as your cunt spills with squirt, the couch now becoming soaked with your come.
“what a fucking sight.. look at this pussy..” tom kneads at the flesh of your breast with his free hand as he slows the pace of his thumb on your clit.
“mm.. good girl, y/n.. doing s’well for us..” as he leans down to lick a stripe up your torso starting from your belly button, tongue traveling as he reached below your breasts to now bring his head up.
the twins admired you and how you grind your hips into their hands to ride your orgasm out. are they finally done? they slowed down, god please let this be over you thought.
you almost fainted from the pleasure
tom props you up to his on his lap as he pecks your cheeks and shrugs your shoulders playfully as nothing ever happened.
your chest heaves to catch a breath, body soaked in sweat and your own juices. you softly smile, “you okay?” he asks, “y-yeah..”
bill hands you an opened bottle of water from the hotel fridge, you thank him and take a swig of the cooling liquid, “had fun?” he giggles.
“shut up..” you grumbled, the twins did nothing but laugh as they looked at you and then exchanged looks. bill kisses your lips after taking the water bottle into his own hands.
“you’re godsend y/n.. we enjoyed every moment of it,”
as bill sits beside tom, tom brings a blanket to cover the three of you. you nuzzle your body into the two of them, all exhausted from your indecencies.
..
“soooo about liking me..”
“we love you, y/n,” tom blurts out.
“really??”
“like, really,” bill responds.
“well shit.”
“do you not like us back??” tom asks with concern in his voice, bill pouts, a tinge of guilt in their chests as they felt like they’ve forced you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with.
“no shit! you think i was just gonna let you guys finger fuck me till’ i almost pass out if i didn’t like you??”
“oh,” they both say at the same time.
“i love youuuuu,” you say,
“love you too princess,” bill smiles like an idiot.
tom can only smother you in kisses, too shy to speak.
“hey!” bill does the same.
it is now a competition.
a/n : and there you have it, my first kaulitz twins x reader fic ! also im so sorry i havent posted in like almost a week, on top of school i went clubbing for st pattys weekend and my drunk ass fell down a flight of stairs, i fucked up my knees and fingers . pray for a speedy recovery y’all 😭😭
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rubyjane · 1 year
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ꪆ୧ — long locs for twitter !
ℱorelsket ( n. ) the euphoria experience when you first falling in love. that's what i felt when i first saw you and fell in love with you idol.
⠀ ㅤ
ℒove ( n. ) a deep, tender, strong feeling of affection toward a person, an intense emotional attachment. i have this feeling for you idol.
𝐓rue 𝐋ove ( n. ) people who would wait for you watch the next episode when you two start watching a Netflix series together. i would wait for you to watch, idol.
⠀ ㅤ
saudade ( n. ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant. i miss you idol.
— ( insp. s-eokie )
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writingoddess1125 · 6 months
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Pot calling the Kettle Black
Mihawk x Reader + Alucare OOC
Just some domestic Fluff stuff and light violence.
Saw someone requested this! But when I went to answer the answer got deleted cause my laptop overheated and shut off ;-; I'm so sorry! (If you were the person please DM me I do apologize)
Anyway Enjoy!!
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"For goodness sake" You sigh as you watch the comb snap from your sons hair. Tossing the ruined item to the side to later be thrown away.
You sat there trying to brush through Alucare's thick hair. It seemed the salty air had decided to reek havoc on his dark locs and render them a crusty tangled mess.
"This is humilating-" He grumbled sitting on the floor of the cabin you and Mihawk shared, Wincing everytime you ran the now 4th comb through his hair and encountered a knot.
"Sorry honey but you're too tall for me when you sit in the chair" You admit, needing the upper angle in order to even attempt to manage his hair.
You rinced his hair in more fresh water but it seemed no matter how much you used it was not helping in softening the hardened locs.
Yanking more on his hair which earn another pained grunt in discomfort from the boy- Both of you not noticing the door opening as Mihawk watched calmly from the doorway lf the cabin.
"Struggling?" He finally spoke, revealing himself to the both of you as you pulled the comb from Alucare's hair.
"Yes, His hair is so dry was the sea air that it's a wavy mess" You say gesturing to his locks with a defeated sigh. Alucare glancing back at his father who seemed amused by the sight, Mihawk walking into the room fully and taking the comb from you as well as reaching into the bag he personally carried and grabbing a jar.
"I'll help, Come" He said calmly and gestured to the chair in the room. Alucare turned his nose to this but sighed in defeat as he stood up and sat in the chair. Mihawk going behind him and taking the hair product he used began to comb it through his hair- Softening it enough to take out the knots.
You looked on in surprise at the two- It was a very cute father son moment in your eyes as you watched Mihawk with care detailed his sons hair.
"The salt from the sea will dry out your hair and stick to you. Add more conditioner" He grumbled, Alucare nodding at this as Mihawk with gentle hands detailed the boys hair.
"Why bother keeping your hair so long to begin with?-" Mihawk asked, raising a brow noting that when continuing it was just past the center of his back. Far too long for his taste.
"Cause when it was shorter I got mistaken for you and almost scared a Marine half to death" He said calmly, Mihawk freezing in his actions before he cracked a small smirk and continued his task at hand.
"I see" He said calmly continuing the task at hand. However was forced to stop just halfway through and pulled Alucares hair back in a low ponytail for the time being.
"Out of product.. We will be stopping in a village soon for your mother to stretch her legs- we will gather more hair product for you" he said calmly as Alucare stood from the chair and gave a short thanks.
Standing in the little general store Mihawk turned his head to see Alucare speaking with a girl- A pretty girl. How her cheeks were red and she was clearly swoon- Alucare also flirting back with a charmed smile on his face, he knew that look well.
It wasn't long till the three of you (four on the way) made it to a tiny village to get some supplies for the journey. Deciding a small store near the docks would have the hair supplies for the teen.
The young girl played with a lock of her dark brown hair, her ebony sparkling as Alucare clearly wooed her and she gave a shy nod. Earning a smile from his son and he nodded walking back towards you two- Noting that Mihawk had clearly noticed.
"Mother, they are having a summer festival in a few days, Would you like to attend?" Alucare asked, seeing how your face lit up at the idea. Chattering excitedly at wishing to do this as Mihawk stared at his spawn- Clever.
"What do you saw Mihawk? Wanna stay for the festival?" You ask softly, he looked in your eyes and knew he wouldn't refuse you. So he gave a soft nod to you. Alucare smirked at this as he clearly got what he had wanted- Grabbing the hair stuff he needed quickly he smirked. The Warlord hummed, knowing damn well what was to come soon.
In less then 5 hours his son was off running around with this girl- Mihawk saw how this girl and Alucare ran around the island together clearly he had wooed her a bit too well. Knowing that his son was plotting to win her heart and win something else before departing- The adventurous feeling of the sea clearly infecting him with wonder and interest. He had done the same, it came with being out on sea.
The day of the festival Mihawk was excited for all the wrong reason- Sure he was happy to get to spend the festive day with you but really he wanted to see the blow up that was about to happen-
A stolen kiss and a blushing of a innocent girl had Alucare confidence up and bolstered, even if he knew it may be cruel to do. On the second night Alucare snuck onto the ship, not expecting Mihawk to still be awake waiting for him as he cleaned his blade.
"You lied to her I take it?-" Mihawk asked, Already knowing the answer to the question. Alucare nodding silently-
"Her heart is going to be broken when she finds our you're leaving" He said calmly and met his sons gaze.
"That's why I won't tell her. Goodnight" He said shortly and headed to his Cabin on the ship. Mihawk shaking his head at this- Not under his watch.
Was this his live soap opera? Hell yes it was.
"Ready to head out back to sea Alucare? We need to leave by morning. Who is your friend here?" Mihawk said quite louder then his normal tone, purposely making sure the girl heard every word he said.
Once at the festival Alucare separated from you both rather quickly, most likely to enjoy himself elsewhere with the girl. Leaving the two of you alone to enjoy one another. The dancing, the food and even the drink had been fantastic. Seeing you dance and dress up for the lovely festivities had been worth every Berry he spent, the pretty festival clothes complimented you well and he couldn't help but keep his hands on you.
Truthfully having spent the day with you he had forgotten the whole ordeal with Alucare. Till he son his son running up a scenic hill for the firework show.
Staying for the fireworks with you he silently plotted what he would do. Knowing they would probably still be on that scenic hill once over- You were also pretty tuckered out and he didn't want to stress you or the baby. Getting you back to the ship to rest after the fireworks Mihawk set in his plan and went back out to the festive grounds to find his son and burst his little bubble.
"Ah there you are my Son" Mihawk said calmly as he walked towards the kissing teen couple- the two pulling away as Alucare eyes were as wide as saucers at being caught.
"Wait you're leaving?- You're family didn't move here?" She asked sharply, Alucare sending a murderous glare at his father. Not expecting the old man to not only catch him but also absolutely call him out on his bullshit.
"Seems so" He said nonchalantly, clearly trying to play it cool for being caught so bluntly. "It seems some things have changed so I will be leaving"
"You lied to me!" She hissed angrily, clenching her fist.
"I did-" He said calmly which made her angrier.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she fumed, Alucare stepping back as he tried to clearly step out of the emotional situation. However neither Mihawk nor Alucare expected what happened next- In a second she pulled back and pushing cheddar him square against the jaw with a bone bending strength.
Alucare stumbled back so hard Mihawk had to catch him and both their eyes were wide at such a hard punch from the little lady. Her eyes narrowed at both of them in anger and Mihawk had a wave of deja vu.
"I will not forget this Asshole!" She yelled, huffing as she stormed away angrily down the scenic hillside back to the village.
Mihawk standing Alucare up fully as both of them seemed a bit dazed. The two Dracule men walking back to the ship where you were waiting for them.
As Alucare boarded the ship he glanced to the side seeing his father with a amused gleam in his eyes as he waited for him to board.
"Was it fun heartbreaker?" He teased, earning a glare from the teenager as he grumbled and went on the ship. Ignoring the ache from his cheek which was sure to be blue and purple by the days end.
"Oh shut it-" Alucare grumbled as Mihawk gave a noise which was as close to a chuckle he got. Before the family retired to bed.
Once out to sea you had prepared your small family a meal and all seated in the ships small breakfast you scolded you son and gave him a ice pack for his swollen cheek.
"That was very unkind Alucare, I raised you better then that" You warn and he sighs at this, Accepting the verbal lashing he was getting from you.
"By the way- What was that poor girl's full name? You are going to send a apology to her" You tell him, still disappointed in your son for stealing that girls first kiss and lying to her.
Alucare paused his eating for a moment, thinking back "Beckman.. Lyra Beckman I believe-"
There was a mild choking noise from the older man, Mihawk sighed heavily at this as he rubbed his temple... Of fucking course it was...
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saturnville · 4 months
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congratulations, mr. president
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x linnea lowtower. content: coriolanus is announced as president of Panem with his wife by his side. warning: none. an: idk this is short and simple. just randomly thought of it. I was gonna add smut but decided against it. tags: @fastlikealambo
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Coriolanus knew that the stars were aligned for his future. And, he knew that they one day, would align as a stepping stone to the seat of the presidency. The odds were ever in his favor. Though, life threw him arils of sour pomegranate and his support system was minuscule once his father passed, life had proven that good things come to those who wait. He had waited long enough. It was finally his time.
Election season was brutal, but unlike his peers, Coriolanus could easily admit that he enjoyed it. He was full of charm, class, and intelligence that made everyone fall for him. He became the President of Panem at the tender age of 24. The world was in the palm of his hand.
It was the day of his swearing in. The sun rose early and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled his hotel suite. He spent the evening alone, per his request, to collect himself before his swearing in. His blue eyes darted to the clock on the wall. He had an hour to prepare himself before he’d be whisked away to the center of the Capitol. He stepped to the bathroom to begin getting ready.
Hot showers were something he still was not used to. For thirteen years, he lived just above the poverty line, and cold showers became a norm. It was better than no water at all, he reasoned. Coriolanus ran his fingers through his short, damp hair as he fumbled around for his toothbrush and toothpaste.
Through the foggy mirror, he caught his reflection. He looked much different than he did during his time at the Academy and at University. He no longer had shaggy, blond curls, but rather a platinum blond and a haircut with short sides and considerable length at the top, that was always strategically brushed back. It made him look older, more mature. More powerful. His shoulders were stronger and more broad, and he oozed confidence with every step he took. A complete 180 change.
Coriolanus flicked off the bathroom light and whistled his way to the main room. Near the window was a rack of clothes. The option he’d chosen hung pressed and wrinkle free against an iron hanger. His fingers danced along the thick fabric. The circular buttons, his fingertips touched. Tigris’ design.
He dropped his towel and proceeded to get dressed. He eyed himself in the mirror as he buttoned his shirt. A small smile graced his lips. Patience was a virtue and it proved to leave him victorious.
A soft knock came from the door. Coriolanus dropped his coat on the bed and went to open it. “Who is—hi.”
“Good morning, Coriolanus.” Right past him walked his wife. His eyes followed her with every step she took. He let go of the door slowly and let it close behind them. “How are you feeling?” She sat elegantly at the foot of the bed. She crossed her leg at the knee, her brown skin a stark contrast against her white dress. Coriolanus released a shaky breath.
To say his wife was stunning was far from an understatement. Their marital union began once they graduated from the Academy. Coriolanus proposed to her the day of graduation with a unique ring—a two diamond band, one silver, and one ruby red. Six years with her by his side through the ups, downs, and in-betweens.
She was a sensual being. Even in her most classy and elegant attire. She picked out her dress for the occasion and she picked it well. She wore a figure-hugging white dress with a slit going up the left thigh. Her dress was sleeveless with feathers along the chest. On her feet were a heel a shade of the deepest crimson. Her makeup was bold, eyes and lips bleeding with crimson. Her locs were curled and curtained her back. His beautiful wife. His First Lady. His Queen of Panem.
“Fine,” he said shortly. He extended his hand and took hers into his. She was careful not to rest her head on his white shirt; she’d hate for his outfit to be tainted with makeup. “Even better now. I’m almost ready. Just need my jacket.” He nodded at his crimson trench coat that rested on the edge of the bed. She broke from his embrace and swiped the coat from his hands.
“Go.” She pointed to the full length mirror on the back of the hotel door. He followed her command with ease. Though shorter than him, the crown of her head could be seen behind his stature as she stood behind him. She took the coat in her hands and gestured for him to slide his arms in the sleeves. One by one.
Her hands smoothed the non-existent wrinkles on the shoulders of the coat. Coriolanus lifted his chin, an unfamiliar sense of power coursing through his veins. On Linnea’s lips played a smile of approval. “Well, Mr. Snow, it’s about that time, yeah?” Right on cue, a knock on the door. It was time.
Coriolanus met her eyes through the mirror and nodded. “It’s that time.”
“It is with great pride that we welcome your new president of Panem,” Lucretius Lucky Flickerman said lowly. His dark eyes scanned over the crowd who itched with anticipation for their new leader to enter. “Coriolanus Snow!”
A pair of titanium doors opened. The logo of the Capitol split in two and slowly, Coriolanus and Linnea came into view. Capitol citizens roared with excitement. Coriolanus glanced at Linnea, who was already looking at him with a smile on her lips.
They were guided toward two chairs in the center of the suite. It was an overwhelming sight to see. Tens of hundreds of thousands people, proud and ecstatic for the arrival of the man who was determined to make Panem the greatest it could ever be. They were here for him, for Coriolanus Snow. The man who fought and clawed his way to the top. The man who went from something, to nothing, to everything in a short amount of time. Who could stop him? Coriolanus squeezed her hand tightly.
“Please, everyone, give it up for President Coriolanus Snow, and his First Lady, Linnea Snow!” A roar of cheers erupted. Dreams had become a reality.
Linnea leaned up and brought her lips to his ear, “Congratulations, Mr. President.” The words rolled off her tongue smoother than molasses. And the look in her eye was killer. Was she trying to make him weak in the knees in front of everyone? Putty in her hands, he was. Desire glazed over her brown eyes. She would pay for it later.
Coriolanus’ arm draped around her waist and his hand ghosted over the swell of her bottom. He brought his lips to her ear. “Save the congratulations for later, sweetheart. We’ll celebrate the right way, my beautiful First Lady…”
She smiled softly. “I love you.”
Not caring about the crowd ahead of them, his lips ghosted over hers. “Mhm, I love you, too.”
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christinarowie332 · 5 months
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i win.
part 2 of : “i’d be an idiot if i said no to that”
matt sturniolo x reader
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warnings : vv suggestive ! drugs , swearing .
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matt and y/n spend some quality time with his brothers . who would break first ?
(this is kinda slow so hear me out)
green text : imessage
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my phone lights up vibrating from underneath my pillow . i peel my eyes away from “the vampire diaries” playing from my tv and notice the time displayed on my phone. 12:36am . jesus christ .
my eyes scan my notifications as my face id opens my phone . instagram, my group chat “whores.” (56). oops . snapchat , pinterest… oh ?
matt🤭: u up ?
(AHSHHSHDWHHENEHHEHSH)
my body shoots up from where i was lay . i frantically tuck my hair behind my ears with my free hand not holding my phone . i open the message , thumbs hovering over the keyboard ready to type before i hesitate. realising i have no idea what to say .
me: yeah i’m up ! what’s up ?
i type . then delete it .
me: hiyaaaa , yeah i’m up wanna do something??? x
nope
me: yeah i’m up . whyyy wanna hang??
good enough idc
i press send with shaking fingers , allmost immediately he replies back .
matt 🤭: you know me so well , i’ll come pick u up .
me: no bother , i’ll come over . send me ur loc
matt 🤭: i’m at mine with chris and nick , we can all hang if u want?
*matt 🤭 shared his location with you*
me: oki! shall i bring anything??
matt 🤭: just yourself and whatever u need in the morning
me: i’m staying ??😏😏😏😏
matt 🤭: 😏😏😏😏
me: OMW!!!!!
matt 🤭: LMAO OK
i smile at the message and take a screenshot immediately sending it to my groupchat giggling , throwing to the middle of my bed and getting up .
after a few touch ups to my makeup i’ve left to marinate on my face a little bit too long .i change outfit into a pair of baggy light blue jeans , that fall on my hips , uggs and a tight fitted white baby tee . i throw on a hoodie that matches my uggs before realizing it’s literally boiling and ripping it off .i grab my phone and my bag , filling it with the essentials and start to exit my house .
in what feels like 30 seconds i’m pulling into what should be matt’s house . i turn my car off and look at my self in the mirror , obsessing over every little detail until deciding i look good enough .
me: i’m here !!
me: hello ??
me: matt are u home ??
after five minutes of waiting outside the door i decide to just knock it . my heart literally racing enough to hear it in my ears . after a few seconds of waiting i hear the door unlock and the handle go down .
his face drops at the sight of me and turns his head away but not taking his eyes off me , his blonde hair falling against his eyes before he swipes it away .
“MATT ??CHRIS???”
he smiles kindly and i return it . awkward .
after a few excruciatingly painful seconds i see a familiar face poke around the corner, his long and messy hair tucked into a backwards hat . it takes him a second to realize it’s me and his face lights up as he walks towards the door .
“y/n ? yo what are u doing here ? nick bro what are u doing??” he furrows his eyebrows at his brother before opening his arms towards me .
“nice to see you too chris” i roll my eyes and meet his hug .
“OH SHIT MB YOUR y/n ?!?! COME IN FUCK SORRY!!” nick rambles out grabbing me around my back and pulling me in the house .
i take the sight on his house in , the shoes shoved thrown into the corner near the stairs. it smells like autumn, a warm candle burning somewhere. i can hear music coming from what must be the room above . smiling at the familiar beat of mac miller .
“where’s matt? SORRY !!nice to meet you nick!!” i say while smiling , and turning to nick realising i haven’t even greeted the first brother
he laughs and goes to speak before we all turn around and the sight of matt speeding around the corner and skidding to a stop .
“SORRY IVE ONLY JUST SAW YOUR TEXTS” he defends himself before i can even mention it . i smile kindly and relax my shoulders at the sight of him . his hair has been cut , brunette falling onto his forehead in loose curls. the phone he had in his hand tucked in his oversized sweats .lifting his top slightly to find the pocket , showing the band of his boxers for a split second .
“you’re fine , don’t worry” i say , before letting out a breath i didn’t even know i was holding .
matt keeps the eye contact smiling slightly before turning his head towards his brothers and looking at them . “do y’all wanna smoke up?”
“allways” chris replies for both of them before leading us all to their small balcony .
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it’s 2 am now , we all shared a joint around their table . chris let matt play his playlist (for once apparently) and we’re now all sat talking .
i’m sat on a bench with matt shoulder to shoulder , a blanket covering us both as the temperature dropped and we were all shivering by the time the joint was smoked .
“i don’t get it nick !! women are just confusing man…..” chris whines out , he has been talking about his girlfriend mia all night and and to be honest i stopped listening ten minutes ago . “no offense y/n/n” he says now looking at me .
i peel my eyes away from matt’s hand on my knee and meet his eyes “all good man i get it…” i don’t get it . i was completely zoned into matt’s hands , and how close he was to me that i wasn’t listening to a word chris was saying .
matt notices and puts his hands under the blanket , pulling it up to his shoulders .
“u wanna go inside matt???” i ask in concern , thinking he was cold .
“no i just got a chill , i’m fine” he says looking at me now with a tight lipped smile .
i mirror his smile and look away at chris who was waiting for us to shut up so he could carry on his rambling. he starts speaking and i keep eye contact with him , now fully listening to his words.
“as i was saying …. i just don’t get it ? taylor swift is mid as fuck , i tell mia that and she literally looks at me like i just murdered a litter of puppies , SHE HATES MY MUSIC TASTE??? i literally tried-“
and just like that i am now no longer listening to chris , as i feel matt’s hand on my knee again underneath the blanket . he strokes it slightly with his thumb and runs it up my thigh , covering it with goosebumps following his touch .
my breath hitches as he takes his hand higher , to rest on my upper thigh. leaving it there and warming it with his touch.
i glance up at him in warning but all i see is him looking straight forward at chris , smirking. little shit .
he must see my face flush in the corner of his eye because he moves his hand ever so slightly higher , his index and middle finger hovering over the seam of my jeans .
my hips move forward slightly and the touch and i gulp loudly , nodding my head at nick who’s now started speaking to me .
“what music do you listen to y/n . if u say some goofy shit like the imagine dragons i may have to throw you off this balcony” he asks me while laughing at himself .
matt apparently thinks it would be absolutely hilarious to start teasing me underneath the blanket , moving his fingers up and down the seam .
“i-um” i clear my throat trying to stay collected “i like all music really …. mac miller …” matt stops moving .
i turn my head towards him to see him smiling at me and nodding for me to carry on .
“ugh let me think” i drag my words as i move my hand on his inner thigh now i feel him flinch at the touch and go to move his hand off my thigh to stop me but i flash my head towards him and raise my eyebrow in warning .
my turn .
i mirror his actions before and take my hand higher . “i like anything really ….. mac ..torylanez…” i move my hand . he shifts .
“skies ….travis….hotel ugly….” i move my hand again over his sweats . he shifts and let’s put a huff of air .
“brent faiyaz…..dominic fike”
i move my hand again and he lets out a soft allmost silent noise . a whimper , only i hear it and i smirk .
“i like anything” i look at matt now , giving him an innocent look and shrugging my shoulders.
i remove my hand as i could feel him slowly becoming harder . and place my hand on his lower thigh , griping hard . saying exactly what i needed to.
“that’s fire as fuck…what’s ur fave skies song?” i hear chris say and i turn my head towards him .
i smirk knowing i won before continuing my conversation with chris , feeling matt sink into his seat more and putting his arm around me . manspreading and putting his palm over his crotch.
i win .
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i am a vile and wretched woman .
LOVE YA !!!!
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i love u all 🤍🤍🤍
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slippinninque · 2 months
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✨ Pillow Time ✨
a/n: I've been inspired by the likes of @mcondance @megamindsecretlair @sageispunk and so many more of the lovely writers who has been feeding meeee wit the Fontaine thoughts! I hope you all like it!
warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI, 18+, Cursing, oral sex, cockwarming, needy!reader, softdomvibes!fontaine, long-fic
You had a very special pillow.
It was peach pink and white, made from the plushiest yarn that you found on a whim. It stayed fluffy and you could sit on it and still see the corners peek out when you're cross legged.
You often referred to it as one of your best creations. It reminded him of those cartoon pillows that would swallow anyone up if they sat in it. Ya'll had some good times with that pillow.
Fontaine called it your 'Princess Pillow'.
You were standing near him now, that pillow hugged to your body with your bright eyes peeking over the top at him. Fontaine was on the couch, rolling up and watching Coming to America.
"Feel like being good fo' me?" He asked, teasing as if he didn't know the answer. Fontaine watched you shift from one foot to the other, your smile fighting it's way onto your face as you nodded.
Nothing else for him to say. Fontaine widened his thighs and kept on rolling.
You'd toss the pillow onto the floor and shift close enough to be between his feet. He'd wait until you got comfortable, resting your cheek onto his thigh. While you rested there, Fontaine's attention returned to the TV.
Wasn't long before he felt the drawstrings being undone and sighed when your soft hands found him. He wasn't all the way hard yet, Fontaine knew that wouldn't be a problem.
Your lips suckled the head of his dick and Fontaine groaned softly at the drag of your tongue. A satisfied noise came from you and you sank down to the root of his dick. After a moment of shifting, you resettled and closed your eyes.
You swallowed around him, head bobbing as you fell into your own little world. Above you, Fontaine finished rolling his blunt and fired up. Taking a long pull while one of his hands went into your locs, scratching your scalp and rubbing the silky new growth between his fingers.
He blew the smoke up into the ceiling and murmured a few filthy praises. Pleasure was hooked to the tip of your tongue, in the patterns that grew more and more languid the more you relaxed into serving him.
You weren't in any hurry to make him cum, this part was all for you and Fontaine was just happy to be give you what you want.
When you went still, eyes glassy and slow blinking, Fontaine reached down and stroked the back of your neck.
"Gettin' what you need, baby?" He asked. Your answering mhmm vibrated right to his spine, "Mmn. That's good, pretty. Take your time, then."
You purred again and he had to take a breath to re-center. He could still remember how hesitant you were the first time you suggested this.
"I-I don't know if you think it's weird, we don't have too, I-I just really like having, um, you in my mouth?"
Fontaine would have bust on the spot had it not been for the gravity of the situation. You've been keeping this tucked to you for a long time, despite the laughing as you told him as if to soften the blow of his denial.
He kept his cool and reassured you that you could do anything with his dick that you wanted. In the meantime, Fontaine got ready so he could stay ready for you.
Fontaine absolutely made sure to keep his shit neat and trimmed for you and he switched to a soap that didn't have a strong fragrance. He looked up a few tips online to make sure he was taking good care of you and you weren't pushing yourself.
You rarely touched yourself. You prefer to rock against your pillow and often kneaded one of Fontaine's ankles as you savored him. It was the service, the act itself that brought you gratification. Knowing that you were being good to him, for him.
If left to your own devices, you would be down there for more than an hour. The record being two hours and some change as you both were immersed in the new Batman movie that finally started streaming.
He wanted to beat that record.
Presently, Fontaine's head was filled with a pleasant buzz as he smoked his blunt down to nearly half before it was put aside. On the TV, Hakeem finally touched down in New York in all of it's grimy splendor and to Semmi's dismay.
He was brought back by the quiet, kittenish noises coming from you as you nuzzled your nose into his coarse curls. It never ceased to amaze him how easily you could swallow him down. His hand went from your hair to the front of your neck this time, feeling as much as he could of how full of him you were.
"Look at you feelin' so good f'me, pretty. Can I play witchu? Hm?"
You nodded, putting your hands flat onto your thighs and relaxing into him. Fontaine rocked, ebbing and flowing his dick deeper down your throat with his eyes focused on yours. Your lashes fluttered shut with a sweet whine when he groaned, thrusting deep and flexing his dick in the velvet of your throat.
"Precious girl, right where you need to be. Doin' what you do best, look at that..."
Fontaine pulled his dick from your slick lips, pressing his first two fingers down onto your tongue. You were getting messy, spit twinkling along your face and down your throat.
He took off his tank and wiped your face with it.
You leaned into his touch and looked up at him, all floaty and tender, settled in that headspace that you were still too shy to talk about. Once your face was dry again, he leaned down to press a brief kiss to your soft lips after tossing his tank to the side.
Fontaine spent a moment rubbing and petting your face still, relishing in the pleasure of having such a vision willing to kneel for him and accept his care.
It was special, how you liked to please him. Different from anything he's ever encountered and much more than what he deserved--but Fontaine will be sure to be what you needed.
He spotted your wriggling and grinned in gold, "Still messy, baby?"
"Mmhm."
"Show me where."
Leaning back, you showed him the good-sized damp spot that darkened your pillow. All Fontaine had to do was lean in and you obediently leaned back onto your elbows, legs parting for him to look his full.
Fontaine whistled low, stroking himself at the sight of your ruined panties. He hadn't even known you bothered to wear any, but seeing your sweetie covered in the soaked cotton heated him.
In due time.
Fontaine crooked his fingers and you straightened at once, attention on where he held his dick for you. You got close enough or him to rub his dick across your face. When you opened up, your alluring tongue pink and perfect, he finally gave in. How could he not?
"Here you go, baby, take what you want 'cause once you're done--Imma do the same."
He didn't miss your shiver as you answered his words with a hard suck, making him moan and reach for the rest of his blunt.
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END!
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leiswxrld · 10 months
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❥𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒… “what a fucking slut”
❥𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Tom Kaulitz x Black fem reader
❥𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut, P in V sex, angry sex, subby Tom low-key, dom reader 🤧, riding, oral (fem receiving), cum denial, strong language, Tom low-key a hoe and a red flag 🚩 luv him tho.
❥𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1102 words
❥𝐀/𝐍: knew I couldn’t go without writing a subby Tom 🫡, anyway inspired by an audio I listened to but it barley goes off the storyline of it.
Here’s the link to it: ‘Don’t slow down for me’
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“I can’t fucking believe you” you yell, storming into your shared apartment and throwing your bag and keys onto the counter.
“Baby let me explain” Tom replied, chasing you up the stairs into your bedroom as he watched you slam and lock the bathroom door.
“Tom fuck off I don’t want to talk to you and I don’t want to have to listen to you find a bullshit excuse to tell me” you expressed, pulling down the toilet seat and sitting on it.
That night you had caught Tom flirting with a bimbo who had her hands all over him and obnoxiously laughed and giggled at anything Tom said which in return Tom reciprocated the flirting, his hand gently rubbing her thigh and making stupid jokes.
If you were near him for another second you’d swear you’d kill him.
“Baby please you can’t stay in there all night, let me explain what actually happened” he yelled from outside the door, you could hear his feet shuffling outside, probably finding a way to lie his way out of this one, which you were not going to let happen.
“Im not going to listen to you….you and that fucking bimbo can both kiss my ass” you aggressively yell back, feeling the tears well up and the aching pain in your chest rise. How could he do this to you, you had been going out for 2 months and you knew of Tom’s flirtish behaviour but you wanted to give him a chance to prove himself which he had clearly fucked up.
You decided to take a shower and get the night’s reminisce off your body. After, you wrapped your body in the long body towel and did you skin routine before carefully unlocking the door and walking into your room. Thankfully, you and Tom didn’t share a room since you had just started dating but you were now regretting moving into his place.
Changing into your nightwear, you get into bed and turn off the lights, shutting your eyes and letting yourself drift off to sleep.
Suddenly, you awake to a hot sensation between your legs that made your eyes nearly roll back. You feel something licking and sucking onto your clit as you moan lightly. Your hands fish to the bottom of the covers and pull on a few dreadlocks that you knew they belonged to.
Fuck.
You must have forgotten to lock the door to your room.
“T-tom fuck, I’m still pissed at you”
He mutters a “I know” the vibrations sending shockwaves to your core, your toes begin to curl and your legs shake profusely. “I know you want to cum for me baby, cum” you obey cumming all over his tongue as your arousal leaked down his chin and onto the bed sheets. He moaned lapping up the juices that threatened to spill out and continued to eat you out like a starved man.
You whimper, pulling harder on his locs before he came back up, mouth covered with cum. He brings his mouth to your lips and you put up a hand, “not so fast, I didn’t say you could kiss me” you say in a matter of fact as you roll the two of you over. “This is how it’s going to go, your going to watch me ride you till I’m satisfied and your not going cum cause’ you don’t deserve to”
He opens his mouth to say something but you silence him with your finger, “Not. A. Single. Word.”
You bring his tip to your entrance teasing him as you rubbed yourself against it, he tenses watching you as if he was intoxicated with lust. “Shit please y/n just slide it in”
You slap him.
“I said not a single word” you ferment and he groans, you slide yourself onto it until he bottoms out. You both moan, the overwhelming feeling of being full filling your insides, you begin to slowly ride him watching as his head lols back onto the bed frame.
Gradually your bouncing began to increase, the noises of skin slapping, being able to hear from next door. You moaned, the intense rush of adrenaline flowing through your veins. “Jesus- shit your so tight” he mumbled under his breath, watching your pussy take his dick.
You moved your hands to his shoulders and began to bounce on him like no tomorrow, he was moaning like a bitch in heat as he felt you getting close, “What a fucking slut” you say out of breath, pulling his hair with a tight grip.
Your bounces were never ceasing, becoming more intense, the headboard banging onto the wall behind him in a fashioned rhythm. “Just for you baby” he replied his eyes screwing shut and his hands balling into fists.
The sounds of yours moans mixing together sounded like music as Tom became more desperate and his voice got more hoarse, feeling himself about to come. “Please -fuck please let me come” he whimpered, his vision becoming blurred from the tears forming in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare come, this is a lesson for trying to be a whore and flirt with different girls” you reply gripping his hair so tight that he groans in pain, your moans became pathetic like those from a porn star, feeling that same feeling of an orgasm coming, grinding your hips into him.
His eyes rolled back, holding his orgasm that threatened to spill into you, your wall’s tightened around his thick cock, feeling yourself get closer,“fuck I’m cumming” you yell, before cumming all over his dick, your juices oozing down his length.
You continue to bounce until you gradually come to a stop, breathing raggedly and looking back at him. He looked at you confused, he hadn’t managed to come yet?
He watched you get off and sit beside him.
“But I didn’t get to-”
“Fuck off and get out” you say in a matter of 5 words, walking back to the bathroom to clean yourself up.
He deserved that.
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mamachasesmayhem · 6 months
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Shook Me All Night Long
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I’ve been SO EXCITED for this one since @roosterforme told us her idea for her Rocktober Challenge! I adore 80s hair bands and knew I had to write this for Jake, with just a teensy twist 😉. Big thank you to Em for this super fun idea, enjoy my loves! 💕
Special thank you to @startrekfangirl2233, @cassiemitchell & @horseshoegirl for screeching at me and hyping me up as I shake the dust off my smut writing 😘
Warnings: smut- 18+, minors DNI! Unhealthy love for Texas football, Crimson Tide slander (I make zero apologies), Jake is a sap, Honey is goals
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She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
Jake
Jake Seresin was a man with a deep rooted admiration and appreciation for exactly three things: Four Roses Small Batch bourbon on the rocks, Texas football, and a pretty girl in cutoff shorts. You can’t fault him on that last one, though. He grew up watching the original Dukes of Hazzard and was about 17 when the Jessica Simpson reboot rolled out. It’s safe to say Daisy Duke laid the framework for Jake’s type. Imagine Jake’s surprise when an afternoon at the Hard Deck provided him with all 3 of his favorite things.
Penny’s bar was the best place to catch a game in San Diego, she made sure non local team games were shown given that the majority of her clientele were naval personnel and Fightertown and Coronado transplants. And that’s exactly where you could catch Jake today, sticking out like a sore thumb in his bright Texas orange. Perched on a stool near the pool table, Jake’s eyes were locked on the screen hanging on the wall. College GameDay was on campus in Tuscaloosa, where the Longhorns will be taking on the overhyped University of Alabama, and a look of disgust slipped across his face when half of the hosts favored the Tide to win.
What redneck dumbfuck came up with that anyway? They’re the Crimson Tide but their mascot is an elephant, how does that even make sense?
Jake’s silent judgment was interrupted by a tinkling giggle coming from the bar. When he looks up, he immediately takes notice of the stunner in a familiar burnt orange. His eyes scan the big block letters that spell TEXAS across her shirt, then sink lower on their own volition. With her elbows laid on the bar top as she orders and chats with Penny, she’s slightly bent at her waist and it gives Jake a fantastic view of her ass in jean shorts and her long, tan legs that end in well worn boots.
His body kicks into autopilot, feet carrying him towards the bar and the bombshell leaned against it before he even knew what was happening. Sidling up to the bar next to the stranger, he leans on his own elbow in just enough time for him to hear her order a drink.
“A blackberry bourbon smash sounds like a dream, Pen.”
Jake’s jaw goes slack. A girl who drinks bourbon? On purpose? He must be dreaming.
“Ah, here’s the other culprit responsible for drinking me out of Four Roses on Saturdays. Jake, this is Honey. Honey, this is Jake.” Penny introduces them with a smile. “You need a refill?” She asks Jake, tipping her head towards his almost empty glass.
He manages a nod and a smile in response before the well loved bar back turns around to make their drinks.
“You know, I’ve been in the desert for a while, but I think this is the first time I’ve seen a mirage.” Jake says with a smile in Honey’s direction.
The sweet giggle fills the air again and Jake feels like he might be going into G-LOC at the sound.
“Not a mirage, I’m afraid. But thank you for the compliment.” Her responding grin is almost innocent enough for him to miss the underlying mischief.
Almost.
“I don’t catch a lot of orange around here, how’d a pretty girl like you end up at a hole in the wall with west coast rejects like me?” He teases.
Honey’s eyebrow pops up as she gestures between my Texas baseball jersey and her long sleeved shirt. “Unless you’re a bandwagon fan, I’d venture to say the same reason as you. My roommate might have banned me from watching games at the house after I threw the remote and broke a lamp…”
Jake almost fell over, convinced he’d found the perfect girl. He was on the verge of proposing on the spot, but Texas took off towards the end zone and they both jumped up in celebration. Penny returned shortly after, fresh drinks in hand, and Jake invited Honey to join him in the corner to watch the game. They spent the next two hours learning the who/what/when/where/why’s about each other. Honey grew up outside of San Antonio, did her undergrad at UT Austin, and earned her PhD in biological sciences with an emphasis on immunology at UCSD.
Jake would absolutely be lying if he said he didn’t get half hard when she listed her credentials, he’s always had a weakness for a gorgeous, competent woman who is probably smarter than him.
Four quarters, two drinks, and a tequila shot each later, the pair were riding the high of Texas upsetting Alabama in Tuscaloosa. Without thinking, Jake lifted Honey in the air and spun her around, each letting out victory cries of “Hook ‘em, baby!” or “fucking finally!”
By now, the bar is filled to capacity and the two are almost hidden away in their own corner. Honey stayed tucked under Jake’s arms, not noticing how close they were until the toes of her boots brushed against his. When she settles on her own two feet, her back is against the wall and Jake’s hands are braced on either side of her head. Her breath caught in her chest when she looked up to find bright green eyes staring down at her. Never one to back down from a challenge, she tilted her chin up even more, causing a devilish smirk to spread across his face.
Jake leans in even closer, his chest brushing against Honey’s, face inches away from hers. His intention is clear, his nose nudges hers, and, at the last second, Honey slips out from under his arms. Jake immediately pulls back, concerned he crossed a line. He doesn’t have the time to fully process the thought before Honey tangles her fingers with his and pulls him outside. The chill from the ocean breezes around them, providing a much needed reprieve from the heat swirling between them.
One more harsh tug from Honey has her back pressed against the wall, Jake caging her in once again. This time, she slips a finger in the neck of the obscenely well fitted tank under Jake’s jersey and pulls him forward until his lips are finally on hers. The kiss is tentative at first, just a soft connection to test the waters. But then Honey sweeps her tongue across Jake’s bottom lip and the switch is flipped. It’s all tangled tongues, roaming hands, and heavy breathing until they part for air.
“Wanna get out of here?” Jake asks in between kisses down her neck.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Honey replies, pushing away from the wall and heading inside to settle her tab.
She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
And you shook me all night long
Jake’s lips were back on Honey’s before the front door was even shut all the way. His big hands found their way to her face, holding her to him and cushioning her head against the wall. Honey pushed up on her tiptoes needing the extra height to lock her arms around Jake’s neck, and the movement pushed her hips flush against Jake’s. Moaning into the kiss at the contact, he bends down, grips the backs of her thighs, and lifts her off the ground. His steps carry her in the direction of his bedroom and her legs wrap around his waist on instinct.
Honey can’t help herself, her hands push the unbuttoned jersey down his arms and then snake under the tank top that should be fucking illegal with how good it looks on him. His muscles jump at the contact, her skin soft against his own, and he unceremoniously drops her onto the bed to shed the offensive fabric preventing him from feeling her hands on every inch of him.
His top half is bare before her, and she whistles at the sight. “Damn, that just isn’t fair.”
Jake rushes to get the boots off of her feet, tugging hard enough to pull her flat on her back on his bed. Honey giggles at the thudding sounds they make as they land somewhere behind him, then damn near chokes on air at the sight of him on his knees between hers.
Warm hands grip her thighs and give them a tentative push, wordlessly asking for permission. Honey smirks then settles her feet flat on the bed, giving him the green light he was hoping for. Starting at her ankle, Jake leaves open mouth kisses up her thigh, stopping at the apex and repeating it on the opposite side. He leaves little nips with his teeth sporadically, sucking bruises in between each kiss.
“Shit. Fuck. Jake! It’s too hot to not be able to wear shorts, easy tiger,” Honey manages between sharp breaths.
Jake pauses, lips still pressed against the soft skin at her knee. “You really want me to stop?” He asks, a smug smirk on his face.
Honey sighs. “Dammit, no. Do your worst.”
Jake didn’t have to be told twice and quickly returned to leaving purple spots along her skin, loving the fact he was literally leaving his mark on her. He hooks a finger in the waistband of her shorts, pausing before going any further.
He looks up, his blown pupils meeting the ones belonging to Honey. “Can I?” He asks, ever the gentleman.
“Please,” comes Honey’s breathless reply.
“Oh, darlin’. You sound so pretty begging for me. And I haven’t even gotten started,” Jake grins before yanking the faded denim away from her body.
He pulls back and stands to his full height, making Honey whine in protest. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. Just tryin’ to get these clothes off of ya so I can see what else you’ve got hiding from me,” Jake explains. He grabs her hand and pulls until she’s sitting up, all but ripping the shirt over her head and off of her body.
“Don’t judge me, I wasn’t expecting to meet a fine ass fighter pilot from Texas at the bar tonight.” Honey gestures to the sports bra and plain seamless thong she’s wearing.
Jake groans at the sight before him. “Honestly, darlin’? I think I might have spontaneously combusted if you looked any hotter than you do right now. Arms up,” his voice drops with the command.
Honey follows his instruction and lifts her arms up, and Jake wastes no time in gripping the stretchy fabric and quickly ridding it from her body. His eyes land on her bare breasts and his brain short circuits, leaving him just starting for a good 30 seconds.
Honey bites her lip under his heavy gaze, heat blazing through her body as she watches his jaw go slack. “Like whatcha see, cowboy?”
Jake just nods dumbly, finally making eye contact with her once again. “You just gonna keep starin’ or are you gonna do something about it?”
The playful jab finally breaks him from his stupor and he pounces. Jake’s lips crash into hers and he pushes her to her back as his hands roam across the newly exposed skin before finally settling at her breasts. He pulls away from the kiss and sucks in a deep breath at the sight below him. Not one to believe in love at first sight, Jake changes his mind on the sentiment. How could he not when the most stunning human he’s ever seen is sprawled out on his bed, hair fanned out against the sheets, lips swollen from his kiss and her perfect tits in his hands?
His thumbs give a gentle brush across each nipple, testing the water. Honey arches further into his hands with a gasp and Jake groans into her neck. God, she really is his dream girl. “Mmm, I love a responsive woman.”
With that, Jake drops down to lave his tongue over one nipple while he tweaks the other between his finger and thumb. He alternates between each side, licking, sucking, and tugging with his teeth until Honey is a whimpering and writhing mess under him. Jake finally starts to trail kisses lower, slipping his thumbs under the fabric resting on each hip bone and inching the material down with him.
“Jesus Christ,” Jake mumbles when he’s at eye level with her now naked core. He reaches out, gently tracing a finger through the wetness in front of him. “All this for me, darlin’?”
“Uh huh, just for you, lieutenant.”
Her use of his title flipped a switch, sending him into a frenzy. He dives in, his tongue finding its new home in the warmth between her legs. The whines, moans, and mewls falling from her lips spur Jake on, his lips latching onto her clit and giving a gentle suck.
“OhmygodJake!” Honey cries out, her heels digging into his back.
He can feel how close she is and adds two fingers into the mix. They slip inside her easily with how wet she is, and Jake gently starts pumping them inside her. Rotating his wrist, he finds the spongy spot and pushes against it repeatedly until her thighs wrap around his head and squeeze. She pulls him as close to her as possible and he doubles down on his efforts, speeding up the thrusts of his fingers and sucking even harder at her clit. Honey comes with a scream of his name.
Jake works her through her high, pulling away when he feels her legs twitch at the sensitivity. He unwinds her legs from his shoulders and crawls up over her to litter kisses over her neck and face, finally settling on a soft kiss to her lips. Honey’s breathing returns to normal and her eyes slowly blink open.
“There she is,” Jake coos, thumb trailing her jaw.
“Hi,” she giggles. “Um, holy shit. That was a first.”
“That was just the first of many tonight. Think you can handle more?” Jake asks, hands rubbing up and down her thighs.
Honey reaches for the button of jeans, undoing it and his zipper with a quick flick of her wrist. “Let’s find out.”
She uses her feet to push at his jeans and he gets the message. He stands, shedding his jeans, boxers, and boots, and Honey’s mouth waters. The man exudes big dick energy, and can clearly back it up.
Jake catches her eyes widening and can hear the gears turning in her head. “It’ll fit, darlin’. You can take it,” he chuckles.
Honey opens her mouth, ready to pop off with a smart ass reply, but it’s cut off when he settles between her legs and drapes her thighs over his. Jake’s body stretches over hers as he reaches into the nightstand for a condom and pauses to roll it on.
“Ready?” he asks.
Honey nods and Jake rolls his hips forward, the thick head of his dick catching at her entrance. He pauses before pushing in further, looking up at Honey for the ok to continue.
“Jake, as sexy as it is that you keep making sure I’m ok, I might lose my mind. Fuck me, please.” Honey says, wrapping her legs around his waist and desperately pushing her hips towards his.
“Fuck, I already told ya that y’sound so pretty begging for me. But I think hearin’ ya beggin’ for my dick might be the best thing I ever heard. Gonna have ya beggin’ for it all the time now.” With that, he pushes forward, slowly sinking into Honey.
Over the course of the night, Jake’s words have slipped further into his native Texas accent, and Honey would be lying if she said it didn’t do things for her.
“Jake! Oh fuck, finally,” she cries out, nails clawing at his back as he pushed further into her.
“Goddamn, Honey. Y’feel so fuckin’ good. So wet, so tight. Fuuuuuuck,” Jake breathes into her neck when he’s filled her completely.
Honey’s brain shortcircuited, barely able to form words, definitely not capable of full sentences. “Shit. So full. So big,” she pants out. “Need a second.”
“Tell me when you’re ready,” Jake acknowledges, then drops his head into her neck to suck at her racing pulse.
Honey moans, loving the feeling of Jake stretching her, filling every inch of her. The slight burn of pain with his size almost makes her eyes cross, and him nipping at her collarbone with his teeth sends a shock through her whole body.
“Move. Please. Need you, Jake,” Honey pleads.
Jake does as she asks, pulling back and pushing right back in. He sets a slow, sensual pace at first, enjoying the sounds he’s pulling from Honey. But then she does something that makes his control snap. She takes the hand cradling her face and moves it down to her throat. “Faster. Harder,” she demands, fire in her eyes.
Who is Jake to deny her?
So he does as she asks, slamming his hips into hers and applying pressure with his thumb and index finger on either side of her throat.
“Look at ya, darlin’. You’re such a good girl, aren’t ya? Doin’ so good for me, takin’ me so well. Fuck, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Never gonna let ya leave my bed now,” Jake rains compliments down on her.
Honey’s on the verge of drooling, he feels so good. Her praise kink lights up, causing a new wave of wetness to flow out of her. “Ah, Jake! M’close. So close.”
“Give it to me, cum all over me. Let me feel ya,” Jake coos.
“Shit. Shit. Fuck. Jake!” Honey screams, doing as she’s told.
Jake isn’t far behind, spilling into the condom with a deep groan. After he catches his breath, he pulls out and Honey whines at the empty feeling he leaves her with. “I’ll be right back, just gotta toss this in the trash and clean you up, ok?”
True to his word, he returns with a warm washcloth and cleans Honey up before telling her to go pee then get back in bed. Jake lays on his back, arm outstretched for her to cuddle up when she joins him in bed.
He pulls her in close, her cheek resting against his chest as he plays with her hair. “I meant what I said, you know.”
“Hm?” Comes Honey’s sleepy reply.
“I’m not letting you leave my bed,” he mumbles into her hair with a chuckle, causing her to giggle too.
They soon drift off into the most peaceful sleep either of them have had since they were carefree kids.
Two years later
Honey sneaks down the hallway of the home she now shares with Jake, slightly concerned with the silence. Gently pushing open the door at the end of the hall, the sight that meets her has her heart melting.
Jake is clad only in his black boxers, leaning back in the gray rocker, their tiny newborn daughter laid on his bare chest, and he’s humming an all too familiar tune. They’ve come to learn that the deep vibrations in his chest when he hums is the only thing that soothes their colicky baby.
“You’re really humming AC/DC to our daughter?” Honey teases.
“Hey now, that song was playing when we left the Hard Deck that first night. It’s a staple in our relationship,” he shoots back, pretending to be offended. “Besides, we both know that her wails have the potential to shake the walls all night long.”
Honey smiles as he returns to humming, then settles between his spread legs and rests her head against one of his thighs before quietly singing along. Her eyes flutter closed when a large hand rubs along the top of her head before playing with her hair.
“You really are the best daddy, thank you for getting her to sleep,” she mutters with a smile.
“I’ve got my best girls cuddled up to me, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
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touya, natsuo, and shoto todoroki x f!reader kinktober countdown day four, (foursomes)
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synopsis: "...the air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze."
wc: 4k
cw: a dabi-less au, but touya is still a lil fucked up, fem + afab!reader, drunk sex, threats of violence/harm, anal play, fingering, dubcon, foursomes, creampie, oral (m + f receiving), praise, pet names (honey, baby), hair pulling, light choking, degradation, finger-sucking, a little bit of powerplay / dom sub undertones, mdni.
author's note: a fic that didn't make it in time for kinktober last year, finally finished. this originally started as a natsuo fic, but the other boys wanted to play too. (everyone is 20+)
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 It sounds like someone’s humming, jovially, quietly, when you stir to consciousness, the alcohol in your system thrumming through your veins, loosening your limbs, making it near impossible to guess the hour. The curtains are drawn in the room, the lights low, leaving the room just bright enough to make out the figure above you. Then, the figure seems to split in three.
“I can't believe you got me to do this with you, and I can't believe you dragged Shouto into it too."
A derisive sounding scoff bounces off the walls, and the bed you're lying on sinks with the weight of someone sitting on it. The voice speaking is so familiar. You know you could place it if the world would just stop spinning so quickly.
“C’mon, you saw the way she flirted with us. She’ll love it. I promise.” Another voice stage whispers. A hand brushes your cheek and you follow it, nestling your face into the calloused palm, opening your mouth when a finger presses against your lips, letting the digit settle on your tongue.
“Cute.” The first voice sighs, and it’s too far away to be whoever is touching you, the person who pushes their thumb (you’re sure of it now) deeper into your mouth.
“Good morning sunshine.” Touya Todoroki smiles down at you, all big hands and white teeth and cerulean eyes that meet yours when you finally rouse from half-consciousness. Your face warms in embarrassment, and you draw back, Touya’s thumb withdrawing from your mouth and leaving it woefully, humiliatingly empty.
Your voice is high and tight in your throat when you finally speak, after your eyes have adjusted to the low light of the room. "Ah. Good morning?" You respond, apprehensive and more than a little startled. When you realize exactly who else is in the room with you, the last few hours of the night flood your mind in an instant.
Arriving at the Todoroki Estate for Shouto’s birthday party, drinking a ridiculous amount of tequila with Mina and Momo, grinding against Bakugo until he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, sidling up to Natsuo and Touya in their little “older brother corner”, pressing your hand to each of their abdomens and giggling before prattling on and on about the “family resemblance” and mumbling something about wanting to see if all Todoroki men had “super huge feet”.
You distinctly remember Touya’s knife-sharp smirk when he grabbed you by the chin and murmured to you, “Ask what you really want to ask, honey.”
You also remember whimpering before blacking out right in front of them, crumpling to the floor.
Jesus, that’s embarrassing. Pretty quickly you reason that they must’ve carried you upstairs, and you couldn’t have been out that long, because you can still hear the party raging on downstairs. Your friends are most likely getting drunk in your absence, assured of your safety stashed away.
“I didn’t mean to pass out like that. I just…” You drift off, peeking at the eldest Todoroki through your eyelashes.
“It's fiiiiine." Touya stretches out the word like a seedy car salesman, giving your eyes time to skip from him to Natsuo by his side, to Shouto, who's leaning against the far bedroom wall. "You know Natsuo wanted to keep you all for himself, wanted to lock you up and knock you up.” Touya laughs at his own joke, elbowing Natsuo in the side and receiving a scowl for his troubles.
"But I convinced him it’s only right to share, after all, he wasn't the one who saw you first."
You hear Natsuo mumble something that sounds suspiciously like "neither did you" before he crowds into your vision too. His face up close is a marvel. Steel gray eyes, clear skin and perfect white teeth.
"Is your head alright?" His fingers lightly graze the back of your head and it takes everything within you to not shiver at his proximity.
"Haven't had any complaints." You hiccup your response without missing a beat.
You are definitely still intoxicated.
Natsuo looks concerned while Touya laughs at your expense. Shouto stays blissfully quiet. And though it’s one of your favourite traits of his, it seems it’s short lived. He pushes off the wall and stands at the foot of bed, bringing all three men into your field of vision for the first time.
“Maybe we should wait. At least until we’re sure she doesn’t have a concussion.” the youngest Todoroki looks you over in concern, his face still typically placid.
You sit at attention, head swimming at the sudden shift in your position.
“Wait for what?”
“For us to give you what you asked for.” Touya intones, brows almost reaching his hairline.
Your palms sweat and your heart thumps in your chest, so loud you worry it can be heard over the pounding bass downstairs.
“I don’t wanna wait.” You mumble it so low you can almost convince yourself you didn’t say it. Like the words appeared out of nowhere, spoken by a stupid, reckless, horny spectre.
Four words.
But apparently, that’s all it takes. The air is sucked out of the room, and you’re frozen in place as they move above you, forming a beast overhead, one with a sneering maw, frigid hands and a piercing gaze.
Natsuo is the first to kiss you, and his skin is so cool, you're surprised you can't see your own breath when you pant a sigh against his lips. His kiss is slow and building, constant, consistent pressure that only stops when he pulls back to stare at your dazed expression. Touya is next, shouldering Natsuo out of the way, his hard on is urgent and searing against your stomach when he plasters himself to your front. Touya crushes his mouth against yours, impatient and searching. If Natsuo is a glacier then Touya is a goddamn wildfire, hot and fast and vicious, all teeth and branding tongue.
Your dress was pretty much non-existent to begin with, strappy black fabric and gold buckles. Natsuo and Touya's hands make quick work of the cloth, stripping you down to your underwear, clothing tossed haphazardly to the ground, discarded, unneeded.
"Are you just going to stand there, Shouto? Because if you wanna watch, that's fine. I just figure our girl here needs as much attention as she can get.” Touya calls over his shoulder, pulling your underwear down your legs. He drops the panties at his brother’s feet while Natsuo circles around you, situating himself behind you so you're reclined between his spread legs, your back resting against his chest instead of the headboard. His fingertips graze a trail in-between your shoulder blades, unhooking your bra, clasp by clasp, pressing a barely there kiss into the middle of your back. You smile at the tenderness of the action even as your brain struggles to catch up with what’s happening.
The moment doesn’t escape Touya’s attention.
There’s an indent between his eyebrows, betraying his irritation.
“Y’know,” He simpers, settling on the bed in front of you, leering, “I feel like my handprint would look so good,” The eldest brother places his open palm over one of your hips, “right here, permanently. It’d only hurt for a minute” You choke on your answer, but it’s not really a question to begin with. His palm heats on your skin and you scramble back further into Natsuo’s chest, letting him wrap his arms around you,
“Touya, don’t be an asshole.” Natsuo bites, his tone acidic, “You’re scaring her.”
“Then why don't you take charge for a bit, little brother?” Over your head, Touya meets his brother’s eyes, his challenge clear.
You can feel Natsuo bristle behind you, his hackles rising at Touya's goading.
"Fine. Touya, why don't you shut the fuck up and tongue her tits for a while?”
The corner of Touya’s lips curl up, before he descends on you as ordered, mouth nibbling, sucking and kissing at the skin of your chest. The piercings decorating the shell of his ears glint back the light from the lone illuminated lamp in the room, blinding you momentarily before Natsuo angles your head upwards, covering your mouth with his own.
He traces the seam of your lips with his tongue, groaning when you open up for him, the cool surface of his palm tightening around your throat. Your nipples pebble under Touya’s attention, he uses his teeth more than anything else, biting and scraping and only soothing the pain when you cry out when it gets to be too much.
“Fuck,” and Natsuo’s voice is already so wrung out despite you barely having done anything, “you like when he hurts you?” He whispers, rubbing his thumb over your cheek repeatedly, a perfect contrast to Touya’s canines on your skin. You nod frantically, letting the second oldest sink his teeth into your bottom lip, then soothe the pain with the tip of his tongue.
Shouto crouches at the foot of the bed, watching his brothers touch you with hooded eyes. “I would’ve done this months ago. If you’d just asked me. But you’re greedy aren't you? I wouldn’t have been enough. You wanted them to fuck you too. Didn’t you?” His eyes never stray from your cunt, his voice is pitched low and so, so quiet, it’s almost as if he’s speaking to himself. You stare at Shouto, jaw dropped in shock at the filth pouring from his mouth, and when he finally drags his eyes from your pussy, it takes only a second for him to shove Touya out of the way and kneel between your thighs.
“I-I.” You stumble over your words, the lingering haze of alcohol weighing your tongue down in your mouth, making you clumsy, needy. You give up on speaking coherently, deciding to just shift lower, spread your thighs further, so Shouto can situate himself in between. He places a hand over your thigh, digging his thumb into the underside, crowding so close you can feel the puff of his breaths against your pussy.
“I won’t touch you until you tell me the truth.” He mutters, and you aren’t sure if he’s telling you or reminding himself. Even with Natsuo behind you, away from view, you know they’re all staring at you, you know they’re all waiting.
And it’s mortifying.
You bob your head in the affirmative, hoping it’ll be enough.
“Say it.” Touya urges, his hand on Shouto’s shoulder, finger digging into the fabric of his brother’s shirt.
The words stick in your throat at first, like your tongue is sitting in your mouth wrong, blocking the admission. “I-I wanted all of you.” Touya whistles saucily, Natsuo smiles into the crown of your head, and Shouto sighs, then he gives in.
“What a slut.” There’s so much blood rushing in your ears you almost miss Touya saying it. Instead, you opt to focus on Natsuo sinking his fingers into your mouth, covering your tongue with the rough, cold surface of his digits.
“Our slut.” Shouto corrects immediately and his tone is so insanely earnest you hiccup a laugh, even with your lips stretched around two of Natsuo’s fingers.
Shouto makes good on his promise immediately, his hand sliding between your legs, palm covering your pussy gently before his calloused fingertips move in a silky slide down your wet folds. Your body breaks out in goosebumps, all while Shouto eases two fingers in and out of you, deceptively quiet, letting the room fill with the sounds of you creaming against his hand. Your breath flees as his fingers thrust just inside your slick heat, teasing you with soft friction. You try so hard to stop yourself from holding your breath, periodically remembering how to inhale.
Your thigh is almost uncomfortably warm where Touya’s head lies, cheek pressed to bare skin. He groans happily as he watches his youngest brother’s fingers disappear into the dripping, tight clutch of your cunt.
“Right.” He murmurs, sinking his teeth into the plush flesh below him. “Ours.”
Shouto drops his head to lave at your clit in sweet, probing circles, making your toes curl and your hips twitch. It’s all you can do to not rip his hair from his head when your hands fist in his red and white locks. Natsuo tugs at the tips of your chest, rolling your already hypersensitive nipples between his fingers. It’s mind altering, how badly you want to come from this, your skin is covered in a fine layer of sweat and you jerk and buck against Touya keeping you held down. It feels as though Shouto is doing everything in his power to keep you lingering right on the edge, balancing the rapidly tying knot in your stomach with your desire to have this go on forever.
“As fun as this is to watch, I’m getting a little impatient here.” You watch as Touya palms himself through his jeans, undoing the fly when he realizes he has your attention again.
“We agreed I’d go first.” Natsuo grunts from behind you and Touya's eyes turn flinty in response but his stare never leaves yours, even as he talks down to his brother.
“Well I’m the oldest, dipshit.”
Natsuo continues groping at your chest until you break eye contact with the eldest Todoroki. Your head hangs down, getting an eyeful of Shouto pulling away, licking the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth, to thank him? To cuss him out for stopping? You just don’t know and ultimately it doesn't even matter because before you can say anything, Natsuo sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck, biting down so hard he almost breaks skin.
“Fine.” He concedes, and Shouto wordlessly pulls away from you, eyes downcast and disappointed, like he can’t bear to part his mouth from your cunt. You bear down around nothing while Touya replaces Shouto, tapping the already hard tip of his dick against the puffy lips of your pussy. You buck your hips, silently begging him to get on with it, hoping to provoke Touya into action.
“Should I hold her open, little brother? I wouldn’t want either of you to miss me breaking her in.” He slides his thumbs up the lips of your entrance, keeping you exposed while Natsuo grinds the hard column of his cock against the small of your back. The shine in the eldest’s eyes is borderline scary, his gaze strips all artifice, any blustering confidence. Under Touya’s stare it’s not just your body that’s naked, it’s your fucking soul.
God, you’re really drunk.
Touya fists the root of his dick, slipping the angry red tip over your clit, once, twice, teasing you until you tilt your hips, wordlessly pleading with him again to push inside you. Finally, Touya concedes, shoving himself deep all at once, letting the girth of his cock spread you open. You cunt drips its contentment all over his pelvis, the sound of your hips colliding with his almost drowning out your fevered, breathless pleas.
He presses both hands to your shoulders, pushing you impossibly closer to Natsuo, making it absurdly difficult for you to squirm away.
The way Touya fucks you takes you by surprise. He’s slow, maliciously so. The heavy weight of his dick carves into you inch by inch, like he wants you to go insane. It isn't until he’s halfway in that you realize Touya has a piercing, several actually, concealed by the angle he’d had from above. What feels like six stainless steel orbs bracket the underside of his cock, three on each side. They’re not massive, thank god, so the sensation is barely perceptible at first, but once he’s finally all the way in, his hips flush with yours, the metal nudges and presses against the spongy spot inside you that makes you see stars. You dig your fingernails into his shoulder and when he smirks at you, you struggle to not bite the motherfucker. It’s clear he takes pride in the overwhelmed and impatient expression on your face, keeping his predatory glare on you while he grinds in deeper, not stopping until your eyes turn skyward.
He barely thrusts in and out, opting instead to pick and prod at your already pathetic mental fortitude by crushing his front to yours, bullying your insides with the head of his cock while you shriek and hum and sob with the overwhelming pleasure he brings you. He presses a flat palm to your abdomen, pushing down hard and greedily rubbing his pelvis against yours; “Fuck, you really are something. Natsu, pull on her tits again, bet she gets so goddamn tight.” Natsuo follows the instruction, tugging mercilessly, coercing you into arching your back. Touya takes advantage and slides his free hand under your ass before you can bring your hips back down again. Two fingers rub boldly at the entrance below your pussy, and you flinch violently when Touya pushes against you. You shake your head, hissing from the beginning aches of a forced intrusion and Natsuo and Shouto bite in unison; “Knock it off!”
Touya, to his credit, merely rolls his eyes and moves his hand lower, rubbing at your perineum in slow purposeful circles that occasionally allow the pad of his fingers to catch the rim of your asshole. You squirm beneath him until he starts fucking into you again, piercings, now warmed by your body heat, brushing what feels like every nerve ending you’ve ever had. Touya watches you bounce on his cock, all while you lay in his brother’s arms, thrashing when the feeling gets to be too much. Your cunt pulses around him, milking an orgasm out of him before he can warn you.
Not that you think he would to begin with.
“Fuck. Fuck. That’s it, squeeze down on me, baby.” He jolts forward, and the sound of his pelvis hitting yours is punctuated by the long drawn out groan of Touya being spent. You kick your leg out in frustration when he pulls out, whining low and watery in your throat at not getting to come again. All Touya does in response is lay a quick open-palm slap at your thigh, wink at you and smile, pleased, you assume, to have gotten a nut off before anyone else.
Mission accomplished you guess.
Shouto shoves his brother aside, and you could cry to God with how happy you are to see him between your thighs again. When the youngest brother seals his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking in long, desperate pulls, it feels almost vindictive. Like he’s punishing you for enjoying yourself, for enjoying how his brothers touch you, fuck you. Occasionally, his tongue flicks against it, pressing the peak against the ridge of his teeth, all while he grazes his rough fingertips against your inner thighs. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting, honest to god out of breath at the sight of you, pussy puffy and used, hazy eyes heavily lidded, mouth slick and parted around gentle, quiet sighs in the shape of his name. He thumbs at the lips of your cunt, pulling you open, spreading you so he can see everything, watching you clench around nothing, watching you leak Touya’s come onto the bed sheets. “So needy.” he mumbles, and you both hang there, just for a second, while Shouto stares, consumes.
And then...he’s on you.
He isn't as big as Touya, but dear god does he make up for it in enthusiasm. So unlike the teasing, drawn out grinding and half strokes of his older brother, Shouto ruts against you like your pussy is the only thing keeping him alive.
The black t-shirt Shouto wears makes his shoulders seem even broader than before, his frame looms above you, arms heaving up and pushing back the weight of your thighs, until Natsuo helps by holding them up too, until you're very nearly bent in half for them. your toes are curled and bounce with every thrust he completes against you. The slow, thick drip of his brother’s cum leaks from your cunt, where the greedy pace of his thrusts disturbs it, sliding down the plush curve of your ass before dripping down into an obscene puddle below you.
The easy glide is perfect, nudging over and over at the rough spot deep within you. The tip of his cock knocks repeatedly against your insides and the sensation disables any and all coherent thought.
You choke on your spit as he fucks into you, gripping the bedsheets so hard you swear you can hear them tear in protest. Your core protests at the strain but you manage it, keeping your legs steady while they bracket the youngest Todoroki’s ears. Shouto tugs you further down the mattress, forcing you to slide down Natsuo’s front, and when your cheek makes contact with the middle brother’s hard-on, you place wet, open mouth kisses on his fly. Natsuo takes a fistful of your hair and tugs, separating you from his cock, brutally. You keen in pain, but Shouto’s dick distracts you from the worst of it, tunnelling inside you and striking that spongy spot that makes your vision go blinding white. Natsuo fishes his cock out frantically, as though he’s been waiting for your go-ahead, which is...sweet. Rather, it would be if he hadn’t agreed to debase you with his brothers while you were still heavily intoxicated. The younger, white haired brother releases you only when he’s completely free of the confines of his jeans, and smacks the length of his cock against your mouth, rubbing the shaft over your tongue when you present it to him for use. Natsuo is thick, thicker than both his brothers. His dick is mouthwatering, straining and red and threaded with angry looking veins you are desperate to taste. He won’t let you take it all though, will only let you kiss and mouth at it while he jerks himself off. Guides you to suck on his balls and stare into his eyes while Shouto fucks you harder, bringing his thumb to the hood of your clit and rubbing with intention. He must’ve been at his limit, because of the three of you, Natsuo comes first with a pleasured grunt, jerking his hips and covering his hand and the side of your face with his come. And though you know logically that it’s impossible, you had kind of expected his nut to be...cold.
Hands trembling, the middle brother returns his attention to your chest, smearing his spend over your nipples, pinching at them in time with the swipes of Shouto’s thumb.
You finally get to come, waves of it hitting you and dragging you undertow, smacking into your body so hard you give yourself a burgeoning headache from clenching your jaw. Your body spasms, over and over and Shouto fucks you through it all, eventually adding his own seed to the mess between your thighs.
At least you think he did. It’s hard to distinguish what happens around the time you pass out from the fucked up cocktail of exhaustion, intoxication and the sedating power of the best dick you’ve ever had.
When you surface some time later, Touya is gone. “Fucked off somewhere,” Natsuo provides when you ask and...well you aren’t sure if it’s a relief or a disappointment.
Best not to think about it.
Shouto is there though, gliding a warm, damp towel over your heated skin, while Natsuo, who it seems, hasn’t moved from behind you, presses soft kisses to the crown of your head, your cheeks, your throat. He plays with the gold hoop earrings you're still wearing, rubbing your earlobes, and tugging on the jewellery every so often.
“How was it?” Natsuo asks, his voice quiet and soothing, and despite having just woken up, you could see yourself succumbing to its gentle tone and slipping into sleep once again.
“Good,” you respond, murmuring quietly. Shouto finishes cleaning you off, tossing the towel into a nearby hamper. “Really good.”
Natsuo chuckles, and his breath huffs over your ear.
“Good.” He tightens his arms around your middle.
“Good.” Shouto nods, sitting at the foot of the bed.
“Good.” You repeat. 
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and so, i make my glorious return to bnha. support city girls who would do anything, including kill, for one night with soft yet firm dom natsuo. reblog what you like.
find the rest of the masterlist here.
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kaegetsmewetter · 3 months
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( but i know you heard my drive is crazy! ) — yannie
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inspired by | the body by wale ft. jeremih
featuring | rollerskater!ony x blackfem!reader
synopsis | just some headcanons 😙
word count | 805
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rollerskater!yannie was always at the rink every saturday, practically making it apart of his weekend routine. finding it as a way to settle down and relax after a long week at the shop cutting hair and watching after his younger brother.
rollerskater!yannie who always pulled up with his boys as they all took in the hobby as young boys just to do something besides the other hobbies (basketball, football, soccer…) from their youth.
rollerskater!yannie who always looked so damn fine in the rink. with the white tee that hugged at his tattooed covered arms, to the gold chain that rested on his chest, his waves that make you sea sick if you stare too long. all the way to his chocolate skin that glowed beautifully under the multicolored lights. but what really had the girls go crazy were the gold slugs that decorated his bottom row of teeth which completed the beautiful smile he graced to everybody that only revealed his cute dimples. the man was god like.
rollerskater!yannie who truly knows how to maneuver on the floor! he knows all the tricks from skating backwards to swerving through the crowd of people like nothing. it was almost mesmerizing to see.
rollerskater!yannie who for the most part stayed to himself while he skated, doing an independent thing while he left the ladies to his guys. watching them ease their way besides some girl and chopping it up. yannie wasn’t opposed to it, but no one really caught his eye. well, that was before tonight.
rollerskater!yannie who just entered the skating rink right at 10:00 with the guys as they made their ways to the benches. only having light chatter amongst each other catching up with one another about the week and what was going on, the basics. just as he laced up his skates, the man stood to his full height, skating over to the wall, simply watching the crowd a bit before he would occupy the space. but as the dj changed to the slow set, it was like the opening scene of a movie.
the sound of jeremih’s voice filled the arena, the mood setting in quickly as everyone somehow began to ease into the tempo. it was as if the lights got dimmer suddenly when you appeared in his gaze. your movements were fluid, seductive even, casting him under a spell. your thick thighs encapsulated in your bodysuit hugging your body so nice, your faux locs pulled up into an effortless messy bun that framed your features perfectly. oh you were beautiful. you were feeling the song to the t, moving your hips with ease before arching your back, easing through the crowd backwards which only had ony moving before he could realize. his moves were clean, trying to catch up after you before he was a few inches behind. watching you up close, seeing how you swayed to the beat, your dangles jingling at each movement.
swiftly following behind you, he placed his arm around your waist as you continued to ease against the rink, only glancing over at the man, “what’s your name, ma?” ony asked not trynna waste anytime.
you could only grin as you continued to skate with him, keeping a steady speed, “y/n, and you are?” you questioned, fluttering your lashed extensions at the man that only made his heart flutter, “onyankopon, but everybody call me yannie.” he smiled, staring down at you as he took your hand and spun you around, only to bring you back into his body, resting his hands on your waist as y’all skated backwards.
“yannie? that’s cute.” you complimented, placing your hands atop of his, “how come i’ve never seen you around?” he questioned, his lips near your ear as your hips swayed with the beat once more, “i just moved here not that long ago…just wanted to do something.” you admitted with a soft shrug as you pulled away from him to skate over to the benches.
quickly following over you, ony went after you, standing above you, “well if you want, i could show you around sometime.” he suggested with a smile revealing those dimples, which made you grin at the suggestion, “that’s so sweet, yannie, i’ll have to think about it.” switching back into your converses, you held your pink laced skates in your jewelry covered hands, “it was nice meeting you, yannie.” you said softly as you made your way towards the exit, “y/n!” ony called after you, stopping you in your tracks as you looked back at him, “let me get your number!” he asked, the slugs pushing you to say yes but instead, “i’ll give it to you if you see me again, onyankopon.” and with that, you were gone. and like that, ony was stuck.
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sticky star from kae: this idea purely spawned from those rollerskater videos!! like they been popping up on my fyp but comeeee on like y’all can’t tell me yannie wouldn’t be one of those fine skaters just ughhhhh 😫 if y’all want more i am so willing but until next time, mwah 💋
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yourfavblondy · 3 months
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SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS SOONER
warning: a couple of curse words
synopsis: rindou had been crushing on you for a while but didn't say anything because he thought you were dating ran
He just couldn't help it. His heart ached every time he saw you hanging out with his brother. You were so perfect in his eyes. The way your nose crinkles when you smile, the way your eyes light up every time you see something beautiful. You were kind, smart, one of a kind. Everything about you was so damn perfect, so it's no wonder Rindou hated that you were dating his brother. He loved his brother dearly, he had been his rock and was always there for him when Rindou needed help. So Rindou couldn't help but feel guilty whenever he'd sent sharp jealous glares towards his brother. But he really couldn't help it.
This went on for months and it was killing Rindou so it was only natural that he went and asked his brother for advice.
"Ran, what would you do if you really liked a girl but a very dear friend of yours was dating here?" Rindou asked sitting at the foot of his brother's bed. "How important is this friend?" Ran questioned. "Very important." Rin answered. "In that case, you're just gonna have to get over her. I'm sorry Rinnie but it's just fucked up to go behind your friend's back like that." Ran answered lazily taking a puff of his cigarette. "Yeah, concluded as much myself thanks Ran." Rindou said sadly getting out of his brothers' room. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes tired.
As the days went on Rindous heart only longed for you more and more. He needed something to distract himself so one day when he came home he devised a plan to try and get you off of his mind. But when he came home he heard soft moans and whimpers coming from the living room. Rindou carefully unlocked the apartment door and shuffled in. To his horror, he saw his brother Ran sitting on the couch with a girl in his lap. They were making out, the only problem was the girl wasn't you. Rindou felt anger bubble in his chest, he couldn't believe Ran could cheat on someone as wonderful and as sweet and as charming as you. "Ran what the fuck are you doing?! How could you cheat?!" Rindou raised his voice interrupting his brother. "Cheat?" Ran asked in disbelief. "Yeah, how could you cheat on y/n?" Rindou asked again. "We aren't in a relationship she's just a friend Rinnie." Ran answered. Confusion was written all over Rindou's face. "Wait, Rinnie. Y/n is the girl you were asking about?" Ran chuckled. Rin's face went red in embarrassment. "So it is her you were talking about! Well, what are you doing standing around still go and tell her." Ran encouraged his brother. When the situation finally registered in Rin's head he immediately dashed out of the door.
It didn't take long for Rin to reach your apartment as you lived quite near him and Ran. He arrived at your door completely out of breath. When you opened the door he immediately took hold of your waist and smashed your lips together. You were a bit startled for a second but after a moment more you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. "Holy shit I've been waiting to do that for so long." you whispered breathlessly laying your head on his shoulder. "Wait you have?" Rindou looked at you confused. "Yeah, I thought you were cute ever since Ran introduced me to you. He always used to tease me about how we'd make a good couple. I'm just curious why didn't you kiss me sooner." you chuckled. "Well I thought you were dating Ran." loud laughter ripped from your throat. "I would never date that idiot I'm more into blondes." you said twirling a strand of his blonde locs. Rindou blushed his heart fluttering. Oh god, he should have done this sooner.
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meltingpotimagines · 11 months
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Dating Kyojuro
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A/N: Happy birthday, b 🎉 I hope this helps makes your day even better
ah yes
the local himbo
i may not have a crush on this man but even i can't help but adore him
and i fully believe he'd be a great boyfriend
i'm talkin sweet, considerate, caring, unintentionally flirtatious
he doesn't really know he's doing it
he's just being genuine and it comes off v charming
like saying you look absolutely beautiful
to him, it's not flirting
it's just true
or winking at you from across the room
he just wants you to know that you've still got his attention even when you're not near him
he's a total teddy bear too
gives the b e s t hugs
he just kinda fully envelops you and squeezes tight
sometimes doesn't realize just how hard he's squeezing until you're hitting his arm while wheezing
he doesn't mean to, he just loves you so much that he can't help but hold you as closely as possible
definitely opens doors for you
he's a mama's boy, and he's going to treat you with the same love and respect that he gave his mother
loves sharing his food with you
food makes him really happy and he wants to share that happiness with you
always makes sure to hug you right before he leaves for a mission
spends some extra time with you beforehand too, if he can
he can't exactly promise he'll come back, so he tries to make the potential last memory as great as possible
will pull your hair back for you if it's getting in the way
always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for this exact reason
walks you to your door like the gentleman he is
gotta make sure you get home safe and yk, not eaten by a demon on your way home
you two don't tend to run into issues with your relationship, but anytime there is one, he goes to tengen for advice
i mean, mans has three wives, he has to know what he's doing right?
he's also just hot, kyojuro
usually ends up getting advice from them actually lollll
not that tengen doesn't know what he's doing, but they all have good imput for things like this
different points of view
sometimes he picks you up when he's happy
he just like grabs you by the waist and lifts you into the air
doesn't even say anything, just grins
can you really blame him tho?
he's v energetic and loves you too much to just hold that in
gosh can't you just imagine long conversations with him
him just chattering on about his day and the people he met and the things he saw and the food he ate
asking questions about your day and the small responses to what you tell him
i fully believe he loves dogs so i imagine his face lights up when he talks about a dog he saw or when you mention one that you did
he definitely likes taking you to restaurants the best
especially new ones
new flavors to experience with his favorite person? yes please
oh gosh moonlit walks
just walking hand in hand, the breeze ruffling your and more importantly his hair
the fluffy locs getting gently tousled while the color almost glows under the soft light of the moon
absolutely beautiful
and he's painfully oblivious to it despite your staring
you'll never understand how someone didn't snatch him up before you
but honestly it's because no one else was an option before you
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soberrsoon · 7 months
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Hiii I just LOVE your writing sm omfgg ,hope your having a lovely day rn because rn I'm stuck in a fucking train station in Paris and it's like 92848482°c (help) sooo it gaves me an idea for a request 😇☝️
2007/2008 Tom x fem reader , in a train station like it could be a yn that missed her train and is desperately waiting for an another train then Bam , Tom is traveling with Bill, Gustav and Georg and he see her and just find her super hot and pretty u know , even tho YN is literally a mess idkkk just yeah I trust you ,do whatever you what , you don't even have to do this one if you don't feel like it 😭😭
Love u !!
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T. KAULITZ x READER
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★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: on a hot day in paris you meet a certain someone
★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none 😇
★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hey girl sorry for the late reply but i hope you had a good time in paris 😘 ALSO FINALLY GOT THIS FIC OUTTTT hope you guys like it and hope you guys MISSED meeee kisses and hugs 😘
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you ran as fast as you could to the train doors, but they closed right as you made it. you were now stuck in the train station waiting 30 minutes for another one to show up. you took a seat on one of the benches in the station, wiping the sweat off your forehead as you processed what just happened. you leaned back on the bench and let out a sigh and closing your eyes. you were dehydrated, sweaty, sticky and frustrated all at the same time which made your situation even worse.
you sat, checking the clock every 3 seconds until finally a train showed up along with a group of boys. they all looked around your age and you couldn’t help but notice one of them was just your type. he was wearing the baggiest clothes you’ve ever seen and he had long, dark blonde locs. you brushed it aside since you had a train to catch and you were already late to where you were supposed to be. you took a seat near the door and the boys followed, taking the same train as you. they sat in the seats across from you and one of the boys, the one you doing attractive was staring right at you.
you were a sweaty mess so you got embarrassed about your current appearance since you didn’t look the best. you fixed your hair a bit and reapplied some lipstick, looking up at the boy who was now laughing at something his friend said. you thought he was laughing at you but you noticed he was blushing as well. he looked back over at you and you couldn’t help but blush too. his face was perfect and he looked like an angel, you noticed his lip piercing too which was totally hot. after a few minutes of awkward back and forth eye contact the train finally stopped at your destination. you were disappointed that you didn’t ask for his number or at least get his name.
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before you left though, you heard the boys friends laugh and footsteps behind you. “hey, do you mind if i get your number?” the voice asked. you turned around to see the boy, “oh, uhm sure,” you said trying to hide your giant smile that was forming. you reached for his phone and your hands touched which made your face red and hot. “here, i’m actually late to work so i guess i’ll see you around,” you said handing his phone back to him. “oh, sure,” he said before sitting back down, you were smiling from ear to ear as you walked out of the train.
you talked to your friend alyssa at work about what had just occured. “you will not believe what just happened on the train,” you said to her. “did you meet your prince charming?” she asked. “kind of…” you said. she immediately looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. “tell me more,” she said. “okay well i missed the train and sat around waiting for another one and then when the other one came a group of boys showed up and hopped on the same train as me,” you explained. “then, i saw this really cute boy and we made eye contact, but didn’t say anything until the train stopped. i was obviously disappointed but then he asked for my number, i had to leave though so we didn’t talk much,” you finished explaining, catching your breath.
“when is it my turn?” alyssa asked before you heard your phone ring. it was a text message from the train boy. “i think he just texted me,” you said. “let me see,” alyssa said, scooting closer to you. “hey i’m tom, the guy from the train earlier. i was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me sometime,” read the text message. you gasped as alyssa read it out loud. “say yes!” she said, pushing the phone towards you. “okok! this is so exciting,” you giggle before responding. “hey tom, i’m ______. is tonight good?” you replied. “you sound so formal,” alyssa said laughing while looking at your phone. “i’m nervous okay?!” you replied with a defensive but relaxed tone.
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once work had ended you and tom decided on going to your favorite restaurant near your apartment. you gave him a call to let him know that you would be waiting for him before you rushed to get ready. your heart was beating fast as you hopped in the shower, beginning to scrub your hair of all sweat and grease from the subway. you began to daydream about the date and would you would say to this complete stranger, making scenarios about how things could go, like what if i get food stuck in my teeth or what if he doesn’t like your personality. you got got carried away as you realized the time. “shit!” you exclaimed loudly before reaching for your towel and already putting your dress on before you were even dry.
you hurriedly curled your lashes and applied on mascara, making a mess all around your eye. you it up and added some finished touches before putting on some lipstick. looking at the mirror, you felt confident with the hard work and preparation for tonight. you took a deep sigh and smiled before searching for your phone which started ringing. it must’ve been tom telling you he was here since you heard a honk outside. you grabbed your phone and opened the, almost forgetting your purse. you looked up and there he was, waiting for you. he had walked out of his car and stood by the passenger seat just open the door for you.
not wanting to keep him waiting, you quickly ran over to him with a big smile on your face. “good to see you again, tom,” you said as he opened the door. “my pleasure,” he replied with a slight flirt in his tone before quickly making it back to the drivers side. the drive was a bit silent at first but you decided to crack some conversation. “so, are you from here?” you asked. “well actually no. i’m just uh, visiting you could say,” he said a bit nervously. you were off put by that but decided to ignore it since you wanted to keep the spark going. the restaurant wasn’t far from your place so it didn’t take long for tom to find it. he quickly rushed out the car after he airier to open your door which you thought was super cute of him.
“you’re such a gentleman,” you said chuckling, looking in his eyes. “only the best for you pretty lady,” he replied before winking, which immediately gave you butterflies. your face got red and hot as you started blushing and you could tell he noticed too by the accomplished smirk on his face.
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you guys got sat quickly and got to talking, you bringing up what he does for a living first. “well i play guitar in a band,” he said. “that’s amazing! i’ve always wanted to learn. what’s your bands name?” you asked. “tokio hotel,” he replied quickly, somewhat avoiding the question. “you guys popular?” you asked. “i guess you could say that,” he dryly responded. you thought it was a little weird that he didn’t want to talk about it but ignored it anyway since you didn’t want to pry and make him uncomfortable.
the waiter came with the menu and everything looked amazing as you two browsed. “i think i’ll have the pasta, what about you?” you asked, looking up at the menu to him. “the steak looks amazing,” he said. “alright then,” said the waiter as he grabbed the menus. “so what about you, what do you do?” tom asked. “well it’s not as exciting as whatever you do. i work an office job,” you said awkwardly slightly embarrassed as you laughed it off. “there’s nothing wrong with that,” he said sweetly, smiling at you.
his kindness was warm, comforting in a way. you were used to being treated mediocrely in all your past relationships so this was something to get used to. “where do you work?” he asked. “i work at ______ company, the buildings actually right there,” you said, pointing to a nearby skyscraper. the waiter arrived shortly with your food and the pasta looked mouth watering along with tom’s steak. the two of you started digging and with the first bite you fell in love immediately. “this is amazing!” you exclaimed, mouth still full of noodles. tom chuckled, looking at you with pure adoration as the candlelight gleamed in his eyes. you felt embarrassed as you covered your mouth and apologized for the rude outburst.
“mind if i have a bite?” tom asked. “go ahead,” you said, now wiping the pasta sauce off your lips. you pushed the plate his way as he lifted his fork. his face lit up as he tried it, looking as if he had fallen in love with the taste. “it really is amazing, you have good taste,” he said. “thanks,” you said shyly, letting out a little giggle. after dinner was over, tom walked you to the car and as he did you noticed a mob of people outside along with bright camera flashes from what you guessed as paparazzi?
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“why would paparazzi be here?” you mumbled to tom over the loud screams and yells. “uh- i have no idea, that’s strange. maybe there’s a celebrity here,” he said. “TOM!! I LOVE YOU!!!” you heard a voice shout from the crowd. you thought it was strange they were shouting the name of you date and you looked over to tom. “are they cheering for you?” you asked confused. “it couldn’t be, probably just a guy with the same name,” he said. “I LOVE TOKIO HOTEL!!” shouted another voice. “hey isn’t that the name of your ban-” you were cut off with tom dragging you by the hand to his car before you could finish your sentence.
“hey what gives?!?” you asked as he placed you gently but hurriedly in the car. you had so many questions at this point it didn’t seem like they would be answered soon. tom quickly got into the drivers seat and started the car, speeding away. he was silent the ride back to your house and the awkwardness of the car ride made you uncomfortable. when he parked outside your place, the two of you sat in silence for a while. “look i-“ he stared before you cut him off. “what just happened? why were all those girls screaming your name and your bands name? and why were there paparazzi? why did you run away so fast? i have so many questions,” you said shaking a little. tom let out a sigh, “i might’ve lied a little bit about the popularity of my band,” he said nervously.
“go on,” you said. “and i may or may not be here for said bands tour,” he continued. you let out a big sigh as you leaned back and closed your eyes. “why though? i mean i don’t mind if you’re some huge celebrity, it just would’ve been nice to know,” you said. “i understand and i’m sorry but i just thought you would get turned off by that. i really like you after all and i didn’t want to scare you away,” he said with a worried expression on his face as he looked at you. “i really like you too tom, and it’d take more than that to scare me away,” you said opening your eyes and turning to face him, a big smile growing on your face. “is that so?” he said with a mischievous grin, looking down at your lips. “oh?” you questioned.
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before you could say anything, tom quickly pounced on you. you were caught by surprise as the two of you locked lips but you went along with it. his lips were warm but hands warmer as you felt them glide against your cheek, immediately giving you butterflies. he began moving down to your neck before you stopped him. “let’s move this upstairs yeah?” you asked. “ok but i can’t guarantee i can hold myself back that long,” he said. your face felt warm as your cheeks turned red. tom carried you all the way upstairs into your building and you quickly unlocked your door before shutting it just as fast.
he placed you gently onto your bed and picked up where he left off. that night was one of your best and before you knew it the two of you were asleep, arms tangled together. you woke up first from the mixture of sunlight and the sweet chirps of birds. you looked over to see tom, shirtless but you were too. sitting up, you noticed your clothes scattered all on the floor. you got up to pick them up before you felt comforting, warm hands reach for your waist, it was tom. “where are you going?” he asked with a soft whine but deep morning voice before pulling you into his arms. “relax i’m just cleaning the mess we made last night up,” you giggled as he tickled you with kisses. “nghm that can wait,” he softly whispered as you grasped onto your body tightly.
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510hz · 1 year
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☆ — FRONT SEAT FAVORS ! • ft. e. kidd
dark content. minors do not interact.┊3k words
★ — contents ! modern au, dubcon, f!reader, best friend!kidd, college student!reader, fellatio, throat fucking, car sex, public sex, sexual favors, degradation, manhandling, cum eating, profanity, corruption kink, pet names, size kink, brat taming
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YOU CLICKED OFF YOUR PHONE WITH AN IRRITATED GROAN, shoving it in your back pocket as you stomped out of the lobby of the science hall. dodging through the crowds of students walking to and from their last classes, you cut through campus across the grassy lawn to be picked up by your best friend.
as you approached the parking lot, the sound of grungy guitar, heavy bass, and muffled screaming defiled the otherwise quiet spring air, letting you know your ride was somewhere near.
cutting through the sea of cars, you found the familiar eye sore that was his pick-up truck — if you could even call it that. the original black paint was falling off in chunks and left little chips on your hands when you grabbed the handle. the remaining paint was sealed in by two garish graffitied works on each side: one, a dinosaur skull of some sort, and the other a skull and crossbones decorated with flaming red hair. he never really got over his pirate phase from childhood.
opening the door, your ears were assaulted with the egregiously loud recording of what you recognized to be slipknot, and there sat your best friend, eustass kidd, head banging along to the music while beating his hands on his steering wheel, completely ignoring your presence. shaggy scarlet locs flapped over the protective goggles that were pushed over his head. it looked like he hadn’t even bothered to wash up after getting off work at the repair shop, his fingers still covered in black grease.
you climbed into the tattered seat, slamming the door behind you and kicking away all the empty monster cans and fast food bags littered across the floor. usually, you loved the loud car rides with kidd as you both practiced your screamo vocals (you were always jealous of how good his sounded compared to the mute screams that came from your throat), but with the disappointing news you just received not too long ago, you weren’t in the best of moods and the extra noise was, quite frankly, pissing you off. the truck filled with silence as you harshly pressed the volume button.
kidd stopped his head mid-bang to shoot you a black coal-lined scowl, his painted lips twisted into a frown.
“don’t touch my shit! what’s your fucking problem?” he scolded, turning the dial back up a little.
“ugh!” you began, “you know that raffle i’ve been talking about? for tickets to the slipknot show tonight? yeah, some sick fuck named “pussymagnet0110” won them. what a fucking asshole,” you scoffed folding your arms.
“it’s actually ‘mrpussymagnet0110,’ stupid. if you’re gonna insult me, at least get it right,” he ridiculed, side-eying your pouting figure.
“wait, you won the tickets?” you exclaimed, turning to grab the center console excitedly.
kidd wiggled his phone in the air with a smug grin, boasting the confirmation email for the tickets.
“oh my god, we’re going to see slipknot?!”
you couldn’t contain your excitement. what were the odds that out of all the people in the tri-state area, kidd would’ve won the tickets? you couldn’t guess if you tried, but you were thankful to whatever god there was for smiling down on you that day.
your mind began to race with thoughts of how you’d get ready for the night. what would you wear? jeans might get too hot, but shorts–
“no fucking way. who the fuck is ”we”?” kidd sneered. “i won these tickets and i will be looking for the sluttiest bitch in town to take with me tonight.”
your excitement immediately deflated.
of course, he wouldn’t give you the ticket. he’s an asshole and you’re not even sure why you were still friends with him. maybe it was because you’d been friends since grade school. maybe it was because your parents were best friends. maybe it was because even though he grew up to be kind of a sleaze, he was kinda hot? in a crude, brutish, spit-in-your mouth kinda way, but still…
in hindsight, you felt kinda dumb hoping your friend would prioritize you over getting his dick wet, but you still couldn’t help being a little pissed off.
“kidd, what the fuck?” you shrieked, slamming your fist on the console. “what about me??”
“what about you??” kidd retorted, voice laced with contempt. his brows were furrowed with his jaw slacked to bare his teeth in genuine confusion over the situation.
“give me the extra ticket!” you demanded, now assaulting his arm with little slaps and punches.
“no, get the fuck off me!” kidd spat back, leaning away to dodge your tiny fists.
“kidd, you know how much i love them!! you barely even listen to them!” you whined, restrategizing from petty assault to begging. you might not be able to win against him with brute strength, but annoying him until he conceded always worked in your favor.
“quit your damn whining. god, you’re so fucking annoying,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“kidd please,” you pleaded, clinging onto his arm. “i’ll do anything! i’ll do your laundry! i-i’ll wax your truck!! i-“
“one,” he interjected, “i’d rather stick my dick in a shredder than let you lay a finger on ol’ vikky. two, the only things i need are gas money and a good fuck and i’ve already got a full tank,” he added, flicking the gauge for emphasis. “if you want me to give up an easy lay, you've gotta make it worth my while, princess.”
you released his arm in disgust at his crude proposal, crossing your arms over your chest. “ugh, you’re such a fucking perv! forget it…”
“i thought you really wanted to see slipknot?” kidd taunted, his voice feigning sincerity. “i mean, god, who knows when they’ll blow through this shitty ass town again…”
he paused for a moment as if he was mourning the loss of this opportunity for you.
“tsk, what a shame. well…”
it was as if a director yelled “cut” on his act, that he dropped the charade, turning the key to ignition and starting his truck.
as you heard the revving of the engine, you couldn’t help but hear the sound of a missed opportunity.
you figured he was right. who knew when your favorite band would come to town again? it was a miracle that they even came in the first place.
and it’s not like the thought never crossed your mind about doing something with kidd, but knowing him he’d probably never let you live it down. you’d be the subject of endless teasing, him never letting you forget that you gave yourself up for him. and for something as trivial as concert tickets.
but it’d only be one time… right?
just one time and within hours you’d be in the mosh getting elbowed in the face for your favorite band.
while you were weighing the pros and cons, kidd’s hand reached the gear shift and your heart pounded in your chest. at that moment the answer seemed so clear.
“wait…” you mumbled, grabbing his hand, “what did you have in mind?”
if you looked closely there was the faintest hint of surprise in kidd’s face before it bent into a smirk as he put the truck back in park. he turned toward you, having not been buckled up in the first place.
“let’s see. i want you too…” he pondered, tapping a fingering on his chin.
kidd looked you up and down with hungry eyes. he waited a long time for this moment, constantly making passes at you, usually only to piss you off. he thought you were pretty sexy when you were all riled up and ended up creating a little fantasy for himself. he had no fucking idea that you would actually agree to something like this and now that the moment was here, he had no clue what to do with you.
should he fuck your tight little cunt that’s peaking out from that scrap of fabric that you called a skirt? or maybe your ass? how about those perky tits propped up in that push-up bra you hope no one notices? or maybe that pretty little mouth of yours? he’d always dreamt of filling his best friend’s whiny mouth with his cock. you never seemed to shut the fuck up.
“suck my dick,” he decided smugly, a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face, as toothy as it was wide.
“you’re such a prick,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. his arrogance about the situation almost made you change your mind. almost.
“yeah, a prick that you’re about suck off for some fucking concert tickets,” he sneered, leaning back his car seat.
“wait, we're not gonna go somewhere else?” you worried. “we’re still on campus. what if somebody sees?”
“look, do you want the ticket or not? you’re starting to piss me off.” he chided, growing irritated at your reluctance.
you stared at him with apprehension, as if you were peering off the edge of a cliff, waiting for the courage to leap.
kidd only grew more impatient.
”go on, before I change my mind.”
with timid hands, you leaned over to unbuckle his studded belt and removed his dick that had already begun to tent his jeans. when you pulled out his half-hard member your eyes went wide, swallowing the saliva that found itself stuck in your throat.
kidd’s dick was massive. you small hand could barely fit around it as you slowly jerked him to his full length. he was heavy and hot with thick veins beginning to bulge and pulse against your palm, only making his tip fatter and redder as you smeared precum over his length.
at that moment, you were glad to have bargained your mouth instead of your cunt cause there’s no way in hell he would have fit. just the thought of taking him all made your hole clench around nothing and your mouth growing just as eager to take him all in.
you could feel kidd’s smug grin on you, as you sized him up. you needed to take back some control of the situation for the sake of your pride.
you glanced back up at him, with all the faux conviction you could muster.
“look, kidd, this is never happening ag–“
“—oh, my god. shuuut the fuuuck uuup!”
an irritated groan ripped from kidd’s throat as he dug his painted nails into your scalp and shoved his cock in your unsuspecting mouth.
you gagged at the sudden intrusion feeling his tip ram into the back of your throat in a way that was guaranteed to leave bruises. your nose was assaulted with the scent of musk and grease that wafted from his work clothes as he forced you to swallow all of his length. you dug your nails into his thighs trying to ground yourself enough to breathe through your nose while relenting to his brutal pace.
kidd paid you no mind, continuing to fuck your throat like a fleshlight, bobbing your head onto his dick as if it wasn't even attached to a person. he pulled you up for air sporadically, sneering at your desperate gasps for air before plunging into your mouth again, edging himself in the wet heat of your throat.
once he set his pace, he released your hair from his grasp, placing them cockily behind his head.
you came up for air coughing and gasping, wiping the drool from your mouth. you looked up at him teary eyed and flustered, warmth beginning to flood your cheeks.
“what? i ain’t gonna hold your hand the whole way, princess. go on, suck it. put those pretty little hands to work.”
that fucking name… the name that would usually make you cringe in disgust was suddenly making you heart flutter, sending shivers all through your body. you felt ashamed that your body was betraying you. your skin grew hot at his temper and arousal began to dampen your panties.
how often have you thought of being manhandled by your best friend? wishing he would take your brattiness as a challenge and fuck you into submission just once? the hot headed man was surprisingly patient when it came to you.
you did as you were told, wrapping a manicured hand around his shaft and stroking with a swift twist of your wrist while taking the tip into your mouth, drawing wet circles over his flushed tip.
“oh no, I know you can do better than that. show me how bad you want this ticket,” he commanded from above, his breath beginning to deepen.
hearing the effect you had on him, made you dizzy with lust, desperate to coax more delicious sounds from him.
you released him from your mouth, silky strings of saliva connecting the two of you, before glancing up at him to dribble all the spit you could muster onto his leaking tip. you searched for approval in his demure and were granted muttered swears as praise.
with newfound confidence, you jerked him into your mouth, curling your lips around his shaft as you slurped his dick, hollowing your cheeks while you feverishly bobbed up and down his length.
“this is just what you needed, huh? — shit! some dick?” he hiked up your skirt, smacking your ass before smoothing it over with a rough hand, fingers grazing your wetness as he did so. “look at you — soaking fucking wet. let me find out you’ve had the hots for me all along…”
a small moan slipped from your lips, warmth spreading through your body like wildfire from the growing red mark that would soon be printed on your ass like a souvenir. your hips began bucking on their own accord, chasing the feeling of his calloused fingers ghosting over your slit.
just a few words and some light touching and you were already putty in his hands, small and pliable, just for him. you’d do anything he asked like the obedient slut you are.
so when he grunted through clenched teeth, demanding you take his balls into your mouth, you did so eagerly, fondling his heavy sack in your hands before taking them into your sloppy mouth to suck with a dopey grin plastered over your cock drunk face.
“fuuuuuuuck — you nasty bitch… i always knew you were a fucking slut. sucking me off for a favor…” he goaded, followed by dark laughter.
with his free hand, kidd turned up the radio blasting the loud metal music, screaming along to the lyrics to drown out your coughing and gagging.
your head started to spin as you traded air for his cock. tears began to prick your eyes from the growing ache in your throat. you continued to gag and cough all over his lap, staining the denim dark shades of blue with pools of your saliva.
you glanced up at kidd through damp lashes, heat pooling in your core at the sight of him. he looked down at you, eyes heavy with lust and the cockiest of smiles contorting his lips as he watched the lewd sight before him. your pretty lipstick leaving tinted rings around his cock it disappeared into your drooling mouth, blackened tears running down your innocent little face. seeing his innocent best friend doing something so depraved had his balls twitching, threatening to blow his load down your throat at any minute.
you felt him pulse against the flat of your tongue and continued to suck harder, bobbing vigorously up and down his length and removing your hands to take all of him.
a feral grunt ripped from his chest, his bent lips now pressed into a tight line, eyes screwed shut and brows creased. his hand found itself lost in your hair once again as his hips snapped up to chase his high into your throat.
you groaned against him, sending white-hot pleasure through his body as your silky throat clenched around his dick that pulsed harder and harder with each thrust.
with a few short grunts, his broad hips stuttered out a few more thrusts before shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat.
he held you against him, forcing you to swallow all of it before ripping you off of him.
you came up coughing as you gasped for air, smearing your tears across your flustered cheeks as you flicked off the music. throwing yourself against your seat, you folded your arms against your heaving chest.
“you know, you’re not too bad at that,” he jeered, tucking himself back into his pants. ”if the whole college thing doesn’t work out you’d still have a bright future ahead of you.”
kidd reached out to wipe a bit of drool and cum concoction from the corner of your lips and you smacked his hand away with a scowl.
it was as if the spell had worn off, having been quickly brought back to reality. you were no longer in the mood for his games and if it weren’t for the promise of seeing your favorite band, you’d wring his stupid neck.
“ticket. now.”
“alright, alright don’t get your panties in a bunch,” he laughed, pulling out his phone to forward you the ticket.
“so,” he turned around once more, flashing the smuggest grin. “i’ll pick you up at eight? let’s pregame and then maybe i can test drive the other end?”
but still at the proposition of being used by him again, you began to notice the ache in your needy cunt. you turned your body away from him, facing the window to hide your flustered face.
“just shut up and drive.”
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Removing His Rage
EUSTASS KID x black!reader
Summary
__ when Eustass Kid is mad, he loves fucking +18 earthy/spiritual!black!reader dumb, and he especially loves when her accent comes out.
Content
___ Established relationship, black coded reader, kid calls it your accent = it’s really slang, Kid is obsessed with the way you talk dirty, choking, praise, bookloving!reader, nature loving!reader, reader wears long skirts and a head wrap, reader has locs, Creampie, slight oral near the end, overstim, you slightly cry, bulging, he calls you dumb/slut/doll, dumbification.
___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous.
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Wax dripped down the long candle, foreshadowing how your inner thighs will look later on. There was a worry plastered on your face when the obnoxious noises outside seemed to have slipped through the walls. Your quaint room only had thin walls, this meant that you could hear every vowel someone was pronouncing. Not to mention, the harsh shaking and the rowdy aggression.
The small, gentle room was a contrast to the rest of the ship. It was filled with greenery, tiny plush furniture, candles, and bookshelves overfilled with books. It was a soft feel, but as you sat there on your bed, you weren’t achieving any sense of calmness.
“What is goin’ on out there…” You muttered to yourself as the soft smell of lavender and cocoa wrapped around you. The potent scent that you had followed you everywhere, and it calmed the people around, down. You’d say the pirates on the Victoria Punk have gotten better at regulating their emotions, but only when they aren’t fighting and slaughtering others. The Captain has yet to fall into your ways though, so you could only imagine it was him causing chaos.
The sun slipped around your skin, it deepened into it and comforted the brown color of it. Not to mention your pretty, swooped edges peeking from under the wrapped scarf that was on your crown. Visually, you were a breath of fresh air. Some men on this ship await just for you to bring their positive energy back. They might be rough and dumbfounded men, but they did show respect towards you. However, you still don’t know if it is because of your aura or if it’s because you’re their captain’s lover.
Captain Eustass Kid was indeed a maniac, and his crew followed suit. You’ve yet to grab an incense stick, but that’s just because you knew most of these men would croak… including your boyfriend. So the most you could do was stand here in the warmth of the sun and watch veins appear on your boyfriend’s neck. There wasn’t much you could do, so you didn’t know why everyone was counting on you.
From the corner of the redhead’s eye, he grumbled a few things as he watched your body, your temple. Although he may never say it, Kid loved you for you. However, your body was a damn temple. With the long, green skirt that shaped your curves, the tiny top that held your breasts in place, your perfect head wrap, and your soft face, he couldn’t resist. Your beauty was a major part in him loving you as well. He didn’t care who said what, he was attracted to you in every way possible.
They do say opposites attract..
“Mad..?” There was a gentle purr that followed your one worded question, but it made Kid throb. It might’ve not been in a lewd manner, but he takes everything the other way. Especially when the back of your soft hand rubbed his face. There was too much comfort in that and Kid never had that in his life. It makes him jerk away every time. He grunted when he moved his head to the side, avoiding your hand. You’ve been through this with him though, you knew he liked it.
Kid had been slumped back in that chair for awhile now, his eyes now glaring up at you. Maybe his sharpened glare made your lower stomach burn, but you stood your ground in your platform sandals… even if he riled you up in some way. But since he wanted to play as a pissed off brat, you just had to give him special treatment …
“Baby…”
Thing is, you weren’t even saying anything after these words, but Kid understood you. It was the way your face would look, right now it was slightly formed in a worried manner. He couldn’t help but stare into your eyes, especially since your soft hand cupped his face. And you were the only person who could do that without dying because Kid loved it. His insides got all mushy and his cock instantly became hard.
Well, he might’ve already been hard beforehand…
Kid just couldn’t resist how you looked. Those waist beads were especially calling for him today. Although there may be a meaning behind it, Kid didn’t care much to understand. He just loved watching you whine and moan while his cock is bulging your stomach. That’s because those beads would be on the brink of snapping because of said bulge. He knows you’d probably get all mad, but that’s even better…
“Piss off..” The male grunted, trying to juggle all his emotions at once. But, you knew he really didn’t mean it. If anything, Kid wanted you to keep pursuing him. His little efforts to push you away didn’t work.
“Why?… You know I can’t ignore you, especially when you’re all angry..” You whispered, your fingers gently passing by his exposed chest. Your sweet, French tip nails ran gently across his chest scars, and that made Kid shiver. His red painted lips almost curled up into a more pissed off look, but watching how soft you smiled, he couldn’t resist.
Kid may be pissed off, angry, and frustrated.. but he couldn’t verbally inflict that on you. However, the second you plopped your pretty ass onto his lap, his hatred for whatever he was thinking about had left his mind for a second. You were so cute sitting on his lap. The size difference was so unreal that it made you look like a tiny doll.
With your pretty, shiny brown skin and the ethereal attire, he believed it gave him some urge. You’ve always tempted him in ways that other women have not. You were different, and you didn’t only care about yourself. You fed him, you cared for him like a baby, and you looked good on his cock.
“You can tell me about it-..”
“I don’t want to fuckin’ talk about it, woman..” Kid growled back, his hostility was at its peak with you, but you still smiled. Even with his harsh words, you still managed to smile because you knew you were getting to him. His little efforts were always shut down by you edging him on.
“I didn’t say you had to talk…” Your lips formed those words in a gentle manner, yet the meaning behind it was far from that. Kid took it the right way, he knew what you were implying.. and he instantly called you a little slut in his head. He knew just how calm and sweet you were as a person, but he knew the real you…
The ship was quiet now, most of the members were either hiding or somewhere waiting for the storm to blow over.. but even if they were around, you still would’ve bent over, and your plushy, glossy lips still would’ve pressed against Kid’s.
You loved catching him off guard, as much as he despised it. He’d rather do it to you instead, but you couldn’t not do it. An angry Eustass Kid was fairly hot to you, and you knew just from his sudden groan that he was going to fall into the sex.
The sweet sounds of your bracelets comforted him, and the slight rattle of your waist beads made him groan again. This kiss was undoubtedly deep, and your lips were so soft. His urge to ask for more of your sugar kisses was high, but his cock did all the talking. It was like a steel pole in those pants, and you felt it right through your skirt.
As your fingers ran through his red hair, the warmth of the kiss became hotter. Kid’s anger has to be pushed out somehow, so you resulted to this. Soft little breaths helped you as Kid’s larger lips pressed against yours. He completely sucked you in. It looked as if you two were eating each other. He was just that hungry for you and everything else you had to offer. That metal arm of his pushed you towards him from behind just to make sure he was given all of you.
Entrapped in his arms, the both of you were as close as you could get. Kid even sat up quickly to focus on the pleasure more. There was no way he was backing down now. As annoyed and pissed off he was, he had to let it out. And his tongue slipped into your mouth without warning. A gentle moan came from your throat as your toes were visibly curled in those platform sandals. Your smaller, pink tongue tried to keep up, but the smutty kiss was too aggressive for you to try.. although, that turned you on even more.
As a soft, sweet girl, you were portrayed as innocent. However, when some of the crew members did try to see what was up.. they could only see your smaller body being lifted from the chair. Their captain had stood up with his lover. It would’ve been innocent and cute if your legs weren’t around him, and if your lips weren't mixed with red lipstick and gloss.
The kiss broke from its existence, and the naughty, thick string of saliva was broken when you pulled away more. This only made you go right back in though, and Kid obliged. But, this time he had you firmly. He left his beer on that table, only to take you right back to where you came from..
That dainty, green filled room that Kid seemed to hate so much. He built the area for you when you both established your relationship. Sometimes you slept there, sometimes you slept with him in his room. Recently, it’s been you sleeping in his room.. but considering his annoyance.. he was surely going to fuck you silly in your room… the aroma could probably calm him down.
Kid knew one hundred percent that your pussy would calm him down though, and that’s why he threw you on the bed like it was his duty. He didn’t even bother to close your door all the way either. His care was little to none, and if someone saw the two of you.. he still wouldn’t give a damn.
The smeared , red lipstick on your lips branded you as his, along with every piece of jewelry he’d made for you. Kid’s favorite must be the belly piercing. He made that for you. That added with the waist beads below it complimented it so well. Everyone knew you were Eustass Kid’s woman, they wouldn’t dare try to do anything, nor look unannounced.
“You’re such a fucking slut..” Kid murmured as his rough, large hand caressed your sweet waist, you were so much more tiny than him. Everyone was, but it was different with you, you were the one about to take his cock.. you had no choice but to take it.
His piercing red hair was right above you. That was the only thing you could think about right now. That shortened red hair distinguished your man from everyone else. There was no mistaking him to begin with though, especially with his large mechanical arm. Which, you’ve come to like the machine. You liked when he’d use It to lift you, or when he’d try to gently caress you with it.
But, he wasn’t in a soft mood..
Kid inhaled the sweet lavender and cocoa, his eyes focused on how pretty you looked below him. In the back of his mind, he kind of wanted to say sorry for once. However, he really wasn’t going to care after a few seconds of staring at your thin top being slid off. Those pretty, darkened nipples were slightly hardened from the air, and they looked almost edible.
“Then slut me out..” with a seductive tone, you purred this to your lover, the red head. He couldn’t see anything but black for a second before he growled. “Don’t say some shit you can’t back up…cause’ I dare you to cry… or even whine like a little bitch about your pain.” Kid was blunt, but what he was really saying was ‘please don’t regret this’. You’ve been with him long enough to know his aggressive diction was just because he couldn’t express his feelings..
Why do you think he’s about to fuck his anger out?
Kid didn’t waste any time trying to get your second confirmation to, quote ‘slut you out’. His fingers roughly pulled at the green skirt with a swift motion and eventually pulled it off. While doing this, it revealed your pretty hips and thighs along with the prettiest stretch marks known to man. The pattern was indescribable, but they were in fact, invisible bars for Kid to rub with his thumb and hold on to.
“Don’t play wit’ me.. Captain.”
The way your words easily slipped from your mouth, it ran shivers down Kid’s back. It pissed him off in a way that he couldn’t explain. The sudden boost of your scent entered his nose again and it made him grunt. Lavender and cocoa never smelled so good until now.
“You’re fucking crazy.. You like when I’m fucking mad, huh?” Kid swore, his eyes squinted in a mixed emotional way. He used his real hand to begin taking off his clothes and unbuckling his belt, and it only made you eager. The feeling of calmness slipped you just a little and it was replaced with anxiousness. You were in tune with all of your emotions and your energy, but when Kid would take his clothes off.. you could only get fired up.
Those scars, they were never ending. His determination splattered all over his face, and his purple painted nails looked hot while holding his cock. It leaked the white precum, it was pretty thick but you knew it tasted more salty than sweet. Which, that fit him in more ways than one. Even his cock was in tune with his aggression. It looked like it hurt feelings. It was straight, his cock tip was a darker pink, and the thickness of it was almost concerning. It fit his hand well, but his hand was also a bit too large for just your neck…
“You’re gonna take this cock like a good little slut aren’t you..?” Kid sharply spoke, his grumbles trailing behind as he watched your chest heave up and down. You were so gorgeous in a state like this. Your outer pussy lips fit your clit so well. Kid has been with plenty of women before, but nothing compared to your gold. It was dripping so prettily.. it only made him want to put your ankle bracelet to your head.
“Mhm-.. m’gonna take that big dick..” you whispered, your toes already curling from watching Kid purposefully rub his tip against your wetness. Everytime he’d actually try to push in, the slippery surface would just deny his entry. It made him groan knowing how wet you get because of him, but damn.. all he wanted was to slip inside.. Luckily you were now eager, and your sweet fingers wrapped around the red head’s cock.
“You want me to put it in my pussy?… You wanna take yo’ anger out on this pussy dontcha’?” The swift change in your attitude completely turned. You were far from innocent now, and the lust and sexual tension tackled you. You couldn’t help but suck him in you the second he groaned loudly.
“Fuck yeah. Keep that pretty mouth open, doll. Talk to me.”
Kid relished the way you sounded during sex. Your dirty talk overshadowed any woman who believed she could talk dirty better than you. The way your vowels were pronounced, or the way you’d cut off part of the word.. he would forget that he was still on planet earth. That’s until you squeezed around him with your pink insides. Kid had plenty of time to feel around inside of you and watch your face contort into one of pleasure.
“That’s such a big ass dick..” you mumbled, making Kid’s ego fly through the roof. “Fuck…it’s calling you, baby…” you whimper, feeling your lower back lift off the soft bed. Kid was so tall and large that his cock didn’t reach your pretty pussy as well as it should.. that’s why he had to lift your hips up a bit more. It made it all worth wild because this position mixed with your filthy words? Your boyfriend gave no mercy.
The tip of his cock being fairly acquainted with the opening of your womb. He was so far inside that the bulge was indeed making the waist beads cry. However, seeing such a thing, along with your pretty blonde locs falling out of the scarf, the Captain growled like an animal in heat. His mechanical hand held one side of your waist while his real did the same.. The differences between the two made you feel hot and cold..
“Yeah… Take my cock. Let’s see how far you can go before tapping out.” Kid teased, his eyes focused hard on the bulge shown in your midsection. His thumbs would sometimes slip under those beads, just to play with them while he pounds your guts.
“N-Nah… huh uh-… I c-can take it…”
Those scarred, bruised hands were gripping your precious hips, the stretch marks still being rubbed gently by his fingers. That was the only gentle thing he was doing, his cock preferred digging in your guts. Oh how he loved watching your waist beads rise just from his bulge. It would tighten up around you, and the bangles on your wrist would shimmy when your palm would press against his lower stomach.
“Fuck no. You said you can take it-.. take it then.” There was a force behind his words. He watched your lips part and he listened to your sexy voice purr below him.
There was just something about you. Well.. it was all of it. All of you. From your darkened areolas to the brown, beautiful pussy that was taking him in time and time again. He just loved when you’d keep your legs open for his cock. He loved when you’d curl your toes below him. You were so tiny, he just didn’t know what to do with you other than fuck you dumb.
One thing Kid wanted to do to you when you first met was to choke you silly… Your intelligence about life and everything else, pissed him off. He wasn’t the brightest star in the sky, but he hated when you’d correct him. Sometimes he just wished you’d shut that pretty mouth up. This happens especially when you are trying to explain a book’s plot to him.
So, strictly watching your pretty face, he could feel his cock twitch. Your sweet, e/c eyes were rolling back in a way that made you look like a fucked-out bimbo. You tried to conceal your sounds, but much to your dismay, biting your bottom lip didn’t work. The flesh slipped from your mouth and your pussy was immediately reacting from the penetration.
“Ohhhhhh-shitt~.. Shit~.. M-M’cummin’ daddy- make-.. make this pussy cum with that big ass dick. You like that dontcha’..? You like me creamin all over that fuckin’ dick..” with the upmost lust and sexual pleasure wrapped up in those words, you practically poured out your moans on a plate for Kid to eat up. He couldn’t believe how sexy you were. His body reacted even more wildly when he looked between the both of you. You were so tight around him that you could barely feel anything at the moment. Kid felt you pulsating around him, and he took notice of your creamy cum making its appearance on his cock.
It was so quiet on Kid’s end, although he was groaning non stop. He was too focused, as well as letting the sounds and words penetrate him.
“Fuck!…” he growled out through his teeth, watching your breasts bounce each time he’d thrust into you. There was pleasure within watching you whine and talk like a slut while your brain goes numb and dumb. Kid was heavily influenced by your act and he couldn’t stop there. As much as it hurt to contain his orgasm in a tight cage, he had to hear your pussy gush.. and he had to hear your stupid, cute voice.
There was nothing better than Kid moaning out under his breath while he watched your tongue hang out. You looked like a cute, dumb little slut that had too much dick in her stomach. Your hands gripped those sheets with all your might, knowing you could barely handle Kid’s cock overstimulating you. Your moans were now slurred and squeaky, your insides also feeling the same way. There was no type of pain, it was only non stop pleasure that felt like too much.
But Kid enjoyed it… and his anger was slowly slipping away the second he watched your legs shake. “Y-.. y-.. please-… D-Dick-… too- m-…”
“Shit.” Kid firmly swore, his head tilting upwards as his cock twitched. He was so close to cumming, and he wasn’t going to hold back. The loud sounds of your skin slapping with his only got louder, and his real hand moved up to your neck before pushing you down into the mattress. All while, his mechanical hand kept your lower body up against him. He needed you to be at a perfect angle..
“You want me to cum in this pussy?”
“Uhn-.. uh huh..” you could barely comprehend anything, yet you knew what he said then. Kid didn’t waste time, he was already aching to pass this orgasm. So when he pushed as much as he could, he didn’t move. His body stayed firm against yours, and your little yelp caused him to give more.
Your eyes were so glossy and beautiful.. and Kid just loved that clueless look on your face. He loved how filled your pussy was. It felt so damn warm that he didn’t wanna leave it. The mixture of your cum and his felt so good.. but most of it was stuck inside of you. His cock slipped out just as easy, and it dripped with white substance..
Your lower body dropped down to the comfy bed and it dropped cum out to the bed sheets. The quietness effected the both of you, but it was slightly interrupted by your loud breaths. The air was literally fucked out of you so you needed to take back as much as you could because your weak adrenaline wanted you to please your man.
“Clean it up for me..” Kid’s tone echoed, it was still deep and dark, yet it was softer. His sweet efforts to sound ‘nice’ made you even more happy to do it for him. You could care less that your scarf was no longer on your crown, besides, he liked when he could softly touch your locs.
They looked so pretty when you lifted yourself up. They followed you gently and they framed your face while your puffy lips wrapped around his messy, sticky cock. Kid felt like he had no more worries.. not when he had a precious girlfriend tending to his every need…
“Thank you, doll.”
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