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[honeyshiddendesire]

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Smoker x Female Reader - Love

Warnings: Vaginal penetration, praise kink, Strangers meeting in a bar, going back to your place, belly bulge, size kink/difference, mating press, overstimulation, mentions of pussy eating 

*totally got carried away lol but here you go @trxshpandax *

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Smoker watched you on the other side of the bar denying patron after patron that flirted with you and couldn’t help the smirk that started to paint his face. He wondered if you were high maintenance or just super picky, the idea of a challenge that didn’t involve pirates piqued his interest and quickly he found himself smoothly making his way over to you. Sitting beside you calmly without even glancing at you just to see if you’d look first, and being the wise older man he was he was right. Your eyes sneakily taking a peek only to widen as you shyly scanned his physique, face going darker and pupils blowing with obvious desire at the mystery man that sat beside you. 

“Need a drink, love?” Smoker asked, finally turning to look at you with a charming smirk, loving how you couldn’t even form a word and just cutely nodded. Bingo! After a couple drinks you became more open even accidentally spilling how you came to find some fun but no one caught your eye till he came along. It might not be known but Smoker did love pleasing pretty girls like you, so after downing his drink and slamming the glass he leaned toward your ear with a smirk. 

“Tell me love…want to get outta here so I can give you that fun you were looking for.” Smiling all pretty at him he took that as a yes and escorted you out. 

Quickly you made it back to your place and found yourself naked in a second, Smoker, you learned his name was had you taken care of like never before. Pussy slick from round after round of making you cum on his tongue and fingers alone all the while spilling sweet praises to you.

“Dammit love you taste so good, too bad those other guys in the bar couldn’t get their hands on ya.” Smoker grunted as he licked his lips of your essence, your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as you stared at him with half lidded eyes. Your hands above you from gripping the sheets and he only grinned as he undid the belt of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock that made you gasp. 

He was hung like a fucking horse, thick and veiny, with a length that made your mouth drool but brain panic. He already stretched you with three of his amazingly thick calloused fingers like no one's business but you still wondered if he would even fit. Smoker only worsened your panic as he stroked his cock and laid it on your stomach, the tip barely an inch below your belly button. “Oh don’t you worry love I’ll take it nice and slow for ya.” 

Slowly entering his fat tip causing you to gasp and hiss, nails clawing at his shoulders as he held your legs back and open for him. “Take a breath for me love and just relax. I’ll have you feeling good in no time princess, just you wait.” Smoker’s deep groan made you shiver and unintentionally tighten around him, “Oh fuck love. Careful squeezing me so tight or I won’t take it easy on you.” 

With every slow inch that he pushed inside of you your mind went numb and quickly you found yourself begging for more, “Please! Please Smoker, I can take it!”  Smoker only raised a brow at your begging but he lived to serve, he was a marine after all. So sliding into your cunt with a forceful thrust that knocked the wind out of you he couldn’t help but curse, “Fuck ~ that’s it love. Knew just by looking at you that you could take some dick.” Shaking your head in agreement you only clawed at his broad shoulders more as you felt him deep in your stomach, something no one else has managed to do for you. 

Giving a loud whistle Smoker couldn’t help himself as he placed one of your legs on his shoulder so he could push down on the bulge in your tummy. “Would you look at the love~so far inside ya your stomachs poking out. Damn that’s a good look on you girl.” He couldn’t take waiting after seeing something like that and found his hips moving like they had a mind of their own. Pulling all the way out till your stomach dropped only to slam back in filling you all the way up with a raspy moan leaving him. “Ah fuck love that’s it.” 

“AH! Yesyesyes! Fuck that feels so~ goood~!” Your screams were loud and high pitched making his ego grow by each thrust he gave you.

His cock stretching you so full you found yourself gushing the fastest you ever have, arms falling above your head and he only smirked at the way you gripped the sheets. Each powerful thrust making your tits bounce and he leaned down practically bending you in half so his greedy mouth could lick and swirl around your sensitive nipple. A moan leaves him as he pushes your legs further back to make room for his wide shoulders, mouth never removing from your breast. Licking and sucking marks to remember him bye. 

“O~oh fuck yes! S-Smoker!” You whined as he nipped at your nipple, sucking at your skin till he reached your neck. “What’s up love? You gonna soak my cock again. Such a good pussy taking me all the way. You’re doing so good for me ya know that?” His words made you shiver but a gasp left you as you felt him sneak a hand to your aching clit, whimpers of his name leaving your drool glistened lips. “Go ahead, love I know you want. Get my cock all nice and wet love so I can keep on fucking you till you pass out.”

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[roguerambles]

A New Bad Habit

One Piece - Smoker x Female Reader

Warnings - Very NSFW. Horny adults being horny together. 18+Only.

Smoker needs to get seriously laid, so I got him seriously laid. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it. (What is it with white-haired anime people, jeez--)

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You were a damned nuisance.

You hadn’t been Smoker’s intended catch of the day, but when he had spotted you at the port he knew that meant the infamous Red Hair Pirates were in town. It had taken a while to catch you (you were quicker and craftier than he liked to admit) but now he finally had you tied up and secure in his ship, while his subordinates scoured the town for the rest of your crew.

“It won’t take long to find them.” He growled at you through a puff of cigar smoke. “You can make this easier if you talk.”

You stretched your bound hands over your head, the movement causing your thin, buttoned shirt to cling a little snugger to your chest – which was the point, Smoker suspected. “You know, we really need to stop meeting like this, Vice Admiral.” You fluttered your eyelashes playfully. “People will talk.”

“You’re not getting away this time.” Smoker scoffed, and blew out another puff of smoke. Twice before you had been in the custody of him and his men, and twice you’d escaped – he’d damn near tossed the subordinates who’d let you slip overboard when he found out why – but this time was different. This time, you weren’t leaving his sight until each and every one of the Red Hair Pirates was under arrest.

You sighed and stretched out across the bed with catlike grace, somehow looking perfectly at ease despite your bound wrists. Smoker was beginning to take it a little personally. You propped your head atop clasped hands, eyes running slowly over him. “…you’re pretty.”

He contemplated tossing you in the brig, but you’d escaped from there last time. That’s why he had you here, in his quarters. “My men will find your crew, and then you are all under arrest.” He growled at you, taking a small slice of satisfaction as your confident smile ever so briefly slipped from your lips. Then it was back, and you rolled onto your back with a sigh.

“Is that why we’re just sitting in here?” You idly picked at the front of your shirt, pulling it away from your body before letting it fall again. It movement gave Smoker a brief view of smooth skin and full curves and he scoffed – honestly, is that what had distracted his men before? He was going to give them another earful when this was over—

“—and here I thought you just wanted to spend some time with me.” You huffed, adopting a wounded expression. Smoker rolled his eyes behind his shades, biting down slightly on his cigar.

“You aren’t flirting your way out of this one.”

You flashed him a smirk. “Actually, I’m trying to flirt you into me. Keep up, Vice Admiral.”

You always did this. Smoker squared his shoulders and marched across the room towards with powerful strides – maybe a gag would finally keep you quiet – when he spotted it. A dull glint of silver, nestled between your palms, being subtly rolled back and forth. A growl erupted from deep in Smoker’s chest. “Drop it—”

You sprang, your foot sailing directly for his face – he dissolved into smoke, surging towards you, determined to stop you in your tracks, but you seemed to have expected this. You twisted and slammed your hands into the bed, flipping around so your momentum sent you sliding over the side and under the bed. Smoker cursed and surged after you as you scrambled towards the door, his form turning solid as he crashed into your back, crushing you against the door hard enough to make it rattle in its frame.

His large hand seized your wrist, lifting it over your head and slamming it into the door. You cursed and opened your hand, causing a sharp, silver pin to tumble to the floor. You kicked and squirmed as he leaned against you, using his broader, larger frame to pin you against your attempted escape route.

“…you made me drop my damn cigar.” He muttered lowly, as you wriggled futilely against him.

“You have more.” You panted, tilting your head back to grin up at him. Despite your failed escape, you looked completely at ease. “But, you’re right. Let me make it up to you.”

Your other hand lunged upwards like a snake – Smoker anticipated a punch, the thought to dissolve already half-formed in his mind – when your fingers sailed around the back of his head, gripped his white hair, and pulled him down to crush his lips against yours.

Smoker had not expected that.

His immediate response was total confusion. He opened his mouth to ask what you were doing, but your tongue met his, pushing dominantly and something sparked in him, and he fought back with his own. His fingers tightened around your wrist, his free hand automatically snapped down to catch your thigh as your legs suddenly encircled his hips. He reached upwards towards your back, to grab the back of your shirt and yank you away, he told himself, but instead his hand slipped under the loose fabric, roaming across smooth, bare skin and pushing you further against him.

You pulled back slightly, sucking hard on his lower lip, eyes wide and blown black with desire as you gazed at him. “…better?”

You pushed against him with all your body weight, briefly knocking him off balance. He recovered his footing fast, though, turning to slam you down onto the dresser near the doorway. His heart thundered in his ears, his head bellowing to secure his grip before you slipped away, while the rest of him hissed pleasantly to get your damn clothes out of the way—

“Vice-Admiral?” A voice called from outside. “Is everything alright in there?”

Smoker went rigid. You, however, looked perfectly calm, tilting your head to press hot, lingering kisses against his neck. “I think you can handle me on your own.” You purred into his ear, your tongue flickering heatedly against his skin. “Don’t you, Vice Admiral?”

Smoker’s rational mind was screaming. Secure her in the brig and stop this madness. His pride howled that of course he could handle one damn pirate and her demon given charms.

“You think you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” He growled at her. Your hand slipped under his coat, nails lightly raking up his back, and the sound he made was downright indecent.

“Maybe not.” You shrugged slightly. “But…one way to stop me escaping is keeping your hands on me, yeah…?” Your lips brushed against the lobe of his ear, teeth nipping lightly. You pulled off his shades and dropped them beside you to look into his eyes. “And I’ll be honest, Vice Admiral, getting away from you is the last thing I want right now.”

Something deep in his belly howled that was bloody fantastic logic, and he tightened his grip on you, the light gasp spilling past your lips sending heat directly to his gut.

“…Vice-Admiral?” The voice outside called again, concern painted in their tone.

“I’m fine.” Smoker scooped you off the dresser and moved towards the table – his hand swatted your ass when he caught the broad, smug grin on your face, making you yelp in surprise. “The prisoner is secure. Have the Red Hair Pirates been located?”

“No, sir, we haven’t—”

He slid you onto the table, briefly releasing his grip so you could push his coat off – he felt an another absurd flicker of proud vanity as you greedily raked your fingers over his broad, perfectly muscled torso. “Then get out there and find them!”

“Y-yes, sir!”

“You won’t find them, you know.” You gave a playful grin as he impatiently yanked your own shirt away from your body. He felt a flash of irritation at your insinuation, but you had fucking beautiful breasts so he let it slide. “They won’t…ah…! Smoker…!”

You moaned and arched your back as his lips closed around your nipple, teasing hard and hot with teeth and tongue, before he began moving downwards, trailing heated kisses across your flesh. You squirmed backwards on the table, knocking maps and papers aside as Smoker’s fingers gripped your waistband, pulling everything down in a fluid motion.

“Not…not fair…” You panted, reaching to grasp at his broad, powerful shoulders, the muscles of his back flexing under your touch as his mouth teased the inside of your thighs with ruthless efficiency. “You…you’re still…fuck, Smoker, yes…!”

You moans were like music to his ears, seeping into his veins and lighting his blood ablaze. You tasted wild and sweet on his tongue, your thighs squeezing tight around his shoulders as you bucked and moaned under him. “Smoker…ohhhhh…! Smoker…please…! Inside, I want you inside…!”

He pulled back from you with a groan and a curse, tearing at his belt. He pushed his pants down, kicking everything aside as he sprung free, and he again couldn’t help the smug flicker of pride when he heard you gasp. You slid towards him eagerly, and he moved his hips between your thighs, slotting in like he belonged there, words swept off his tongue as though by a wave as your warmth enveloped him, hot and slick and incredible. He growled and groaned, his hands finding your hips and gripping tight, watching as you whipped your head back, a wordless cry of pleasure spilling past your lips.

“Ahhhhh….! Ah….Ah….!”

Smoker thrust his hips hard, long and precise movements that made you moan and writhe, your walls clenching and squeezing around him so deliciously it made his head swim. His hips stuttered as you dove forward, nails raking hard down the flesh of his bulging shoulders and arms as your orgasm struck, making you quiver wildly in his grasp.

“Smoker….!”

His name falling from your lips sent a bolt of lightning deep into his gut, and he growled as his pace quickened, fire and honey searing in his veins as you gasped and clenched tight around him, his release hitting him like a tidal wave as your screamed his name through your second climax.

Smoker slumped over you as you collapsed back onto the table, panting and clinging to him, your palms pressed against the sweaty flesh of his back. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin, heat trickling back into his lower belly. “Fuck, you are beautiful.” He murmured against your skin, and he felt you shiver pleasantly against him.

“So are you.” You breathed back, lightly grazing your nails over his shoulder blades. Smoker stood straight, pulling you off the table with him, wrapping his arms under your thighs. He stumbled backwards, his lips hungrily finding yours as you both fell into the bed together.

Smoker lost track of how many times you peaked together. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so insatiable with a lover, hungered for the feel of another’s body against so intensely. He dimly heard someone at the door – no doubt the entire damn ship could hear what you both were doing – but he’d roared through another intense orgasm to just fucking deal with whatever it was. You were just as consumed by passion as him, and for hours it felt as though nothing existed beyond the bed, beyond your bodies writhing together in bliss.

Eventually, the most delicious kind of exhaustion seeped into his body as you bounced rhythmically, breathless moans of pleasure spilling past your lips. He gripped your hips loosely, large hands guiding your movements, his face buried in your chest when someone knocked at the door.

“Um….Vice Admiral…?” Tashigi’s voice called hesitantly through the door. “I…er…know you’re…busy…but—”

You clenched around him with a sinful moan, triggering a surge of white hot heat deep in his belly. “Fuck…fuck…deal with it, Tashigi…!” He seized your hips as you both crested your final climax together, before he sank back into the bed. You collapsed on top of him, breathless and sated, your bodies a sweaty tangle of limbs.

“….oh! Yes, sir…” Tashigi cleared her throat, and he heard her footsteps hurry away from the door. He caught sight of the darkening sky outside the window, your arm sliding around his waist, before his eyes drifted shut and sleep claimed him.

-

 Smoker awoke to your lips on his neck, and his belly growling.

“Good morning.” You hummed, running your fingers softly up and down his abdomen. Smoker grumbled in response, tilting his head so your lips would meet his. You giggled softly, lightly nipping his lower lip. “Well, someone is feeling sweet.”

“Hmmmm….” Smoker couldn’t think of anything to say, so he settled for kissing you again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. You laughed softly, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “We shouldn’t have…” He pulled back, squeezing his eyes shut. “…this…this can’t change anything.”

You sighed, running your palm slowly along his waist, just above where the sheet covered him. “I know.” You pecked his lips. “You’ll keep trying to catch me. Us. I understand.”

Smoker gave a humourless chuckle. “My men will have found your crew.” Smoker knew his job, he’d never felt regret about it before or now, but he felt something close. “While we were…while I was keeping you busy. I have to place you under arrest again.”

“Oh, they won’t have found them. They left yesterday.”

“…what?”

Smoker cracked open his eyes, squinting in the fresh sunlight. You lay next to him, fully dressed, a somewhat sheepish smile on your lips.

“Let me be clear, this is not how I envisioned us using shackles.”

Smoker shot upwards, or tried to. His wrists were bound above him, thin cuffs of…seastone holding him to the headboard. He turned his face back to you, eyes blazing. “What the fuck—”

You kissed him again, and he cursed against your lips before kissing you back. “What the fuck?” He demanded.

“Don’t be mad!” You rolled on top of him, wringing your hands as you perched on his covered hips. “I wanted to…well I wanted this so I asked the Chief to drop me off here. I figured when you caught me, you’d send your marines to go look for my crew, and we could…you know…”

Smoker gawked at you, one of the few times in his life being truly gobsmacked. “You tricked me?”

“I prefer to say I somewhat misled you.”

“And the seastone?!”

“Well, obviously, I can’t let you arrest me, silly.”

Smoker shrugged against his cuffs. “Take these off.”

“You know…” Your palms rubbed up his chest, lightly caressing his pecs. “You look really good like this—”

“Damn it! Uncuff me!” He couldn’t decide if he wanted to restrain you immediately or fuck you again, he’d decide when his hands were free.

“Don’t worry, I told Tashigi to come back in a hour. She’ll let you out.”

“Tashigi saw us?”

“Well, no, I spoke to her through the door. Said we had been up all night because you were lecturing me on the evils of piracy.” You grinned a little, and Smoker cursed the way it made his heartrate quicken. “I’ve been a very bad student. Just say I lured you into a false sense of security or something. It’ll humanise you to them all a little, they’ll love you even more.”

He could never look Tashigi in the eye again. The entire ship had probably heard them—

You slipped off the bed and he opened his mouth to yell. You stuffed some sheet into his mouth. “Sorry. I promise, you can punish me any way you want next time.” You smirked, and the idea sent blood rushing south despite himself.  Smoker glared as you leaned down to peck his cheek, before turning and darting for the door.

“I hope we do this again soon, Vice Admiral.” You blew a kiss playfully as you slipped through the door. “I miss you already.”

Smoker flopped back against the bed, furious with himself. He squirmed slightly, his gaze flickering to where you had just been standing. He would catch you again, and your punishment would be extremely thorough.

He felt a smile tug at the very corners of his mouth. 

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[sexydoffyman]

Heya! I have been around for a while and I love your writing!

Could a request Katakuri, smoker and luffy react to their s/o having the same devil fruit powers as them?

Headcanons pls<3

Have a great day:))

SAME DEVIL FRUIT

genre: fluff slightly suggestive(Katakuri)

characters: Luffy, Katakuri, Smoker

word count: 357

A/N: WHOA something that definitely wouldn't happen in the op world. You are really challenging me! Btw thx for reading my work every time I see someone like it I go crazy. 🦎 Holliday really tires me for some reason.

LUFFY gomu-gomu no mi (timeline before sun god Nika)

-My man would be surprised

-At first, he starts questioning whatever he knew about devil fruits

-And he would be surprised by the fact that he didn't know that you even had a devil fruit

-And we all know Luffy. Just remember how he acted when he first saw general Franky.

-You know his silly ass is going to be on your tail for a while.

-He's going to be asking questions. A lot of questions.

-His eyes are shining bright with stars

-Maybe it is that he just saw something impossible, or it might be just him being excited to teach you Gear 2,3,4 or just excited that he can perform sick combos with you.

-Honestly, he's excited about everything

-protect this adorable demon

-Now he knows that your hugs with him will be a lot more fun

KATAKURI mochi-mochi no mi

-You really surprised him that is a fact

-He isn't surprised about the devil fruit. What surprised him was that you didn't tell him

-Now he realized that when you two "fought" all the time he pinned you down, you could have escaped quite easily

-He also realized that you were going easy on him

-He wanted a rematch

-He is pouting like a child

-He feels annoyed that you didn't tell him

-But don't worry, give him some doughnuts, and he will be back on his feet again

-He won't admit it, but he wants your mochi bodies to blend together in your private time

SMOKER moku moku no mi

-Now, this man is worried

-Number one, if some pirate experimented with devil fruits on you

-Number two, you probably will have a decent bounty on the black market in the underground

-You assure him that this is not something to be worried about and that you are very careful since he found out just now.

-He will be pretty proud for not telling anyone until you completely trust them

-He will hope that the Marines won't discover this because it could put you in crucial danger

-He is more practical about it

-Now, when he cuddles you, you and him will both feel cozy and comfortable covering each other in smoke

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[deeversuswords]

‧˚₊ Smitten to the stars (ch.1/3)

pairing: (adult) midoriya izuku/female reader summary: If merely having you in his life means enduring heartache and concealing his true feelings, then so be it. At least, that's Izuku's grand plan until life forces him into the one thing he dreads the most—confessing. word count: 6.1k chapter contains (check ao3 for all tags): smut, food, smoking, friends with benefits situation • ao3 link a/n: written in Izuku's pov

Preview

Summer’s storm clouds rolled in as Izuku walked into your apartment building with a skip in his step and a suppressed grin that hurt his cheeks. He hurried to the elevator, past the inattentive guard, and pushed the numbered button to your floor. His excitement could hardly be contained as he shifted his weight, bounced his knee, and glanced every other second at the gifts he held carefully in his hands. With no one but himself around, Izuku allowed the grin to form on his face—what face would you make upon seeing him at your door?

The pungent smell of bleach and floor detergent disturbed his nose as he exited the elevator. He grimaced, looking around for the cleaning lady who was definitely somewhere nearby, and pulled his cap lower, picking up the pace. No way was he about to risk bumping into said woman and waste precious minutes laughing awkwardly in the face of prying questions while convincing her of how he really needed to go.

Stopping in front of your door, he closed his eyes briefly and inhaled, then let go of the air slowly and reached for the doorbell. The shrill sound going off inside your apartment turned his stomach into a fluttering chaos that only escalated when the muffled padding of your feet getting closer and closer reached his ears. While you unlocked the many locks on your door, courtesy of his constant nagging about safety and his complaints about the building not being that secure, Izuku hid the gifts he brought behind his back.

The door slid open, and you came into view, the notion of calmness a foreign concept. Hair damp and dressed in a thin tank top and shorts, both hugging your curves just right, you blinked owlishly at him.

“Izuku? What—I thought you’re coming back tomorrow,” you said in that honeyed voice of yours.

He forced his gaze to stay on your face and face only, not drift lower. “Surprise?”

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[anystalker707]

be useful

Pairing: Smoker x [gender-neutral] Reader Kinktober prompt: Authority Tags: face fucking / oral / sloppy ass writing, sorry

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          “This place stinks.” A sigh escaped your lips as you looked out the window of the office, observing a few fishing boats in the distance as people walked around the town, sitting on the sill. There was a questioning hum before you sighed and turned to him, twisting your mouth a little at how the smoke kept filling the ambient. “You stink, Smoker. You need an office with more windows.”

Smoker blinked slowly as he looked up from the paper he had in his hands. He was unamused, but that gaze still made you pause for a moment. Instead of saying anything, he just took a deep drag of his cigars and exhaled it all slowly, ignoring the way you glared and taking another paper in hand. Damn it. Sometimes, you’d question why you ever bothered giving him any attention. Why were you even asked to come to his office today, in the first place? To just sit there and look pretty?

Rolling your eyes, you looked out the window again, getting lost in observing a guy making a drawing of the docks when gloved fingers sank into your jaw, forcing you to turn your head and meet Smoker’s lips in a firm kiss that quickly grounded you to reality. You groaned, not kissing him back just out of spite, but he didn’t move until you returned it.

“Fuck,” you groaned between pecks, holding Smoker’s wrist as you kissed him back, but the kiss eventually turned into a long one once his other hand rested on your hip, and he held you closer. There really was no way to run away from that idiot. As much as Smoker’s kiss could taste fucking terrible—it was like you were the one smoking—, you’d grown used to it at some point, so you didn’t exactly mind it when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you groan softly.

Smoker raised an eyebrow, looking down at you once he pulled away. “You’re so annoying. Did you never learn how to respect your superiors?”

“Maybe I’d respect you if you weren’t…” You looked him up and down, twisting your mouth a little. “Like this. You look a little stupid.”

Smoker clicked his tongue as his fingers sank more into your jaw, tilting your head back. “Watch your mouth.” His eyes narrowed at the way you grinned, but he wouldn’t argue further today. A sigh escaped his nose as he pulled his hands away from you, only leaving behind a light throbbing where he’d been squeezing. He leaned back against the edge of his desk. The cigars that’d been in his mouth earlier, were now pressed down into the ashtray. “On your knees. Try using that mouth of yours for something useful.”

You raised an eyebrow as you pulled yourself up to your feet to walk to him before dropping to your knees. “Isn’t that exploitation?” It was a little difficult to unbuckle his belt, but you could eventually do it, glancing up at Smoker to see him already glaring at you. Okay. “Sorry.”

“Sorry what?” He raised an eyebrow, placing his hands on his hips.

A sigh escaped your lips as you gently undid his jeans and started to palm him through his boxers. “Sorry, sir.”

Despite the little skepticism, Smokey slowly nodded and let his hands rest against the edge of the desk as he observed you start to mouth at his bulge through the thin fabric. His cock eventually twitched, slowly getting hard according to how you kept touching him. Your mouth felt so hot against him through his boxers, he couldn’t imagine how they’d feel directly against him.

Smoker slowly let out a breath once you finally started pulling his boxers down, revealing his half-hard cock. His eyes followed every little motion of yours, from the way you pursed your lips to accumulate spit in your mouth to the way your hand wrapped around his cock, spreading the spit on it as some sort of lube. It felt good, drawing a low hum from Smoker while his cock slowly became harder in your hand. Your eyes were on it, observing his tip get redder and the veins start protruding.

You bit your lip, free hand resting on Smoker’s thigh, motions continuing. The room sounded quieter now, your thoughts also shut up with the new distraction, and maybe Smoker did have a certain power over you.

There was a waver in Smoker’s breathing at the way your thumb trailed along the veins on the underside until up to his tip, very slowly, but your hand was fast in going back to his base. Smoker was about to say something when you let your tongue out already, tasting the saltiness of his tip as you gave him kitten licks, slowly covering his tip with your saliva. Eventually, you rolled your tongue and wrapped your lips around it, letting his cock rest heavily on your tongue while you slowly took it into your mouth.

A little discomfort tugged on your jaw according to how your muscles adjusted to the new situation, and you could take him in deeper, feeling his cock throb in your mouth.

“At least you’re useful for something,” Smoker breathed, slowly exhaling. His eyes were on you while you started moving your head, eyebrows furrowed as you glared at him without stopping your motions—it made him smirk. The hum of complaint you gave him in response only made Smoker feel better. Idiot.

Your free hand wrapped around Smoker’s bare hip for leverage as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock, already salivating more, which made the motions easier. Smoker’s cock hit the back of your throat; tears welled up in your eyes as you did your swallowed around him and slowly pulled away. The spit started to accumulate on your lips, already forming drops when your lips tightened around him, given the way you hollowed your cheeks; he let out a long groan, hips shifting forward.

With a glance back up at Smoker, you kept going, adding a little more pressure before you let go. Your cheeks and jaw were aching already; though it wasn’t that bad, you’d rather take a break now. Of course, your lips kept working along Smoker’s cock, mouthing along the side as you held it firmly, from the base to the tip, where your lips lingered the longest. Your tongue sank into his slit, running along the sensitive spots below the head, sometimes accompanied by some sucking that had Smoker’s breath hitching again.

Smoker loved the fat licks along his veins, the way you’d trace them, your tongue so wet and hot against his cock. He’d had enough when his hands positioned along the sides to the back of your head the moment you started to take his cock into your mouth again.

You were smart, of course—you already relaxed your jaw and tilted your head back, knowing exactly what he was going to do. Smoker hummed a little in appreciation, making sure you were prepared before he started to move his hips. At first, it was experimental, just to get you used to the feeling, and then he’d finally started using your throat.

Some tears filled your eyes again as his tip hit the back of your throat more often now, and you couldn’t hold the mix of pre-cum and spit from trailing down the corners of your lips. It was getting messy, but it was also just the way he liked. Maybe the way you liked, too, feeling the heat start growing more between your legs as you became breathless.

Smoker was careful, of course, but he kept a harsh edge that left you breathless, holding tightly on to him while all you could do was look up with teary eyes as he kept pleasing himself. If anything, that look only encouraged him.

He let out a low moan, firming a hand under your jaw to keep your face towards him even after he pulled away, using his free hand tight around his cock to jerk himself off until he was cumming. The hot ropes of cum landed all over your face; you closed your eyes out of instinct, whimpering a little as you felt the cum start trailing down your face. Some of it landed on your lips or near it, pulled into your mouth by your tongue.

“Well,” Smoker breathed, “maybe you do not deserve it, but I’m going to give you a little treat, either way.” He kept stroking his cock, and you glanced at it just to check the way it throbbed in his hand. “Over the desk.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #smoker #x reader #x female reader #x male reader #smoker x reader #one piece x reader #imagine #oneshot #scenario #fan fic #fan fiction #kinktober 23

[maeri-ell]

Bungou stray dogs || hcs - They caught you smoking || BSD x SMOKER READER

Yosano, Ranpo, Fyodor, Dazai, and Chuuya 

ENJOY!!   (✯◡✯)  

Fem!reader

Akiko Yosano

She is a skilled doctor with a unique ability to heal wounds and inflict pain. 

When it comes to her interactions with others, she can be both caring and blunt, always prioritizing the well-being of those around her.

If Yosano were to catch the Reader smoking, her initial reaction would likely be a mix of surprise and disapproval. 

She would approach the situation with her characteristic straightforwardness, not hesitating to voice her concerns.

Firstly, Yosano would express her worry about the health risks associated with smoking. 

Being a medical professional, she is well aware of the detrimental effects that smoking can have on one's body. 

She would emphasize the importance of taking care of one's health and urge the Reader to consider quitting.

Yosano's disapproval would stem not only from the health aspect but also from her belief in personal discipline. 

She values self-control and would see smoking as a form of weakness or dependency. 

She would likely question the Reader's reasons for starting and encourage them to find healthier alternatives to cope with stress or other triggers.

However, Yosano's reaction wouldn't be solely scolding and lecturing. 

Beneath her stern exterior, she genuinely cares about the well-being of others and would offer her support in helping the Reader quit smoking. 

She would share her knowledge of the harmful effects of smoking and possibly even suggest various resources or strategies to aid in the process of quitting.

Yosano would be there as a steadfast source of encouragement and accountability. 

She would check in on the Reader's progress, celebrating each milestone and reminding them of the positive impact their decision to quit has on their health.

Overall, Yosano's reaction to catching the Reader smoking would showcase her concern for their well-being and her determination to help them make healthier choices. 

Her headcanon portrayal would highlight her role not only as a skilled doctor but also as a caring and supportive friend, guiding the Reader toward a healthier lifestyle.

Ranpo Edogawa

The brilliant detective of the Armed Detective Agency, possesses an uncanny ability to solve mysteries with his unparalleled deductive skills. 

Despite his childish and carefree demeanor, Ranpo is incredibly perceptive and observant, always seeking the truth behind every situation.

If Ranpo were to catch Reader smoking, his initial reaction would likely be a mix of curiosity and nonchalance. 

He would approach the situation with a nonchalant attitude as if he had expected such behavior from them.

Ranpo: casually leaning against a nearby wall "Well, well, what do we have here? Caught in the act, huh?"

Reader: surprised and flustered, quickly putting out the cigarette "Ranpo-san! I... I can explain."

Ranpo: raising an eyebrow, a mischievous smile forming on his lips "Oh, no need to explain. I'm not really interested in your reasons. Smoking is a personal choice, after all.”

Reader: relieved but still feeling a hint of guilt "I didn't expect you to react this way, Ranpo-san."

Ranpo: shrugs nonchalantly "Why would I? As long as it doesn't affect my mysteries or the agency's cases, you're free to do as you please."

Although Ranpo may appear dismissive at first, his inquisitive nature would likely kick in soon enough. 

He would be curious to understand the reasons behind Reader's smoking habit, purely out of a desire to comprehend human behavior and motivations.

Ranpo: tilting his head, a spark of curiosity in his eyes "So, what led you to pick up this habit? Is it the thrill of rebellion or something else entirely?"

Reader: opening up, feeling a sense of comfort in Ranpo's presence "It's mostly stress relief, I guess. Helps me relax in challenging times."

Ranpo: nodding, his expression thoughtful "Interesting. I suppose everyone has their own way of coping. Just remember, there are healthier alternatives out there."

While Ranpo may not actively push Reader to quit smoking, he would subtly plant the seed of considering alternative stress-relief methods. He may even suggest engaging in activities that stimulate their mind or spark their curiosity, redirecting their focus to more constructive outlets.

In the end, Ranpo's headcanon portrayal would reveal his acceptance of personal choices while still subtly encouraging self-improvement. He would maintain his carefree demeanor, leaving it up to Reader to make their own decisions, but with a subtle reminder that there are always better options available.

Fyodor Dostoevsky  

He is known for his cunning intellect and manipulation skills, always strategizing and planning ahead.

If Fyodor were to catch Reader smoking, his initial reaction would be one of mild interest rather than surprise. He would observe them with his piercing gaze, analyzing their behavior and motives.

Fyodor: a subtle smirk playing on his lips "Ah, indulging in the vices of life, are we?"

Reader: taken aback, hastily putting out the cigarette "Fyodor-san... I didn't expect you to be here."

Fyodor: calmly stepping closer, his eyes fixated on Reader "There is a certain allure in watching someone partake in self-destructive habits. Do enlighten me, why do you choose to poison yourself in such a manner?"

Reader: feeling a mix of unease and curiosity "I suppose it's a way for me to escape, even if temporarily. A moment of comfort."

Fyodor: nodding slowly, his expression thoughtful "Escaping reality, I see. An understandable desire, but is smoking truly the most effective means?"

Fyodor would approach the situation with a philosophical perspective, engaging Reader in a discussion about their motivations and the potential consequences of their actions. He would delve into the psychological aspects of smoking, exploring the underlying desires and emotions that drive such behavior.

Fyodor: his voice carrying a hint of intrigue "Tell me, does smoking provide you with the solace you seek? Or is it merely a fleeting illusion, a temporary distraction from the inevitable?"

Reader: reflecting on Fyodor's words, a hint of contemplation in their eyes "Perhaps you're right. There may be healthier ways to find comfort without compromising my well-being."

Fyodor: a ghost of a smile crossing his face "Indeed, there are always alternatives. Embracing the darkness within oneself can be both liberating and destructive. The choice, my dear, is yours to make."

While Fyodor may not actively discourage Reader from smoking, his philosophical insights would leave a lasting impact, planting the seeds of introspection and self-reflection. He would challenge Reader to question their motives and seek healthier means of finding solace and escape.

In the end, Fyodor's headcanon portrayal would embody his complex and contemplative nature, leaving Reader to ponder their choices while subtly guiding them toward self-discovery and personal growth.

Dazai Osamu

Known for his carefree and unpredictable nature. He possesses a dark past and a twisted sense of humor.

If Dazai were to catch Reader smoking, his initial reaction would likely be a mischievous grin, amusement dancing in his eyes. He would approach the situation with a nonchalant demeanor, as if he had stumbled upon a source of entertainment.

Dazai: leaning casually against a nearby wall "Well, well, what do we have here? Our dear Reader indulging in the forbidden pleasures of smoking, I see."

Reader: caught off guard, hastily hiding the cigarette "Dazai-san, I didn't expect to run into you."

Dazai: chuckling softly, his gaze lingering on the hidden cigarette "Why, my dear Reader, are you drawn to such a? The temptation of rebellion, perhaps? The taste of freedom in each puff?"

Reader: feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity "Sometimes, it helps me calm my nerves or unwind after a long day. But I know it's not the healthiest habit."

Dazai: raising an eyebrow playfully "Ah, seeking comfort in the moment. I can empathize with that. Life is undoubtedly chaotic. However, have you pondered the consequences?"

Dazai's reaction would be characterized by a combination of teasing and genuine concern. He would playfully prod Reader, using his dark sense of humor to highlight the risks and potential dangers of smoking.

Dazai: smirking mischievously "You know, my dear Reader, smoking may not be the most effective way to confront the chaos. But who am I to judge? After all, we all have our vices, don't we?"

Reader: a mix of amusement and resignation "I suppose you're right, Dazai-san. Maybe I should find healthier ways to cope with stress."

Dazai: feigning surprise, placing a hand on his chest dramatically "My, my, Reader, you're suggesting we abandon our sinful delights? How scandalous! But perhaps it wouldn't hurt to explore new approach of self-care."

While Dazai wouldn't explicitly discourage Reader from smoking, his lighthearted banter and subtle guidance would encourage them to consider healthier alternatives. He would emphasize the importance of self-care and finding constructive ways to cope with stress and chaos.

In the end, Dazai's headcanon portrayal would reflect his complex persona, blending humor and concern to nudge Reader towards self-improvement while reminding them that life's struggles can be faced with a touch of irreverence.

Chuuya Nakahara

Known for his short temper and quick wit. When it comes to his reaction if he were to catch the Reader smoking, it would be no different.

Upon catching sight of the Reader with a cigarette in hand, Chuuya's eyes would narrow and his expression would harden. He would approach them with a mixture of irritation and concern evident in his voice.

Chuuya: "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Reader: startled, quickly extinguishing the cigarette "Chuuya-san, I..."

Chuuya: cutting them off, voice filled with annoyance "Smoking? Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea how bad that is for you?"

Reader: feeling guilty, stammering for an explanation "I... I'm sorry. It's just... I needed something to help me relax."

Chuuya: scoffs, crossing his arms "And you think smoking is the answer? You're only making things worse for yourself."

Chuuya's initial reaction would be fueled by his strong dislike for unhealthy habits and self-destructive behaviors. He would be genuinely concerned about the Reader's well-being, though his way of expressing it might come off as harsh.

Chuuya: softer tone, but still firm "Look, I get it. Life can be tough. But there are better ways to cope with stress. Smoking will only ruin your health and make things worse in the long run."

Reader: nodding, remorseful "I understand, Chuuya-san. I'll try to quit."

Chuuya: sighs, his expression softening slightly "Good. It's for your own sake. If you need support or someone to talk to, don't hesitate to reach out."

Chuuya's headcanon portrayal would show that beneath his tough exterior, he genuinely cares about the well-being of those around him, including the Reader. He may not always express it in the most gentle way, but his intentions are rooted in wanting the best for them.

Chuuya would keep an eye on the Reader's progress, offering occasional reminders and words of encouragement. He would be there as a source of support, showing that he believes in their ability to overcome their smoking habit and make healthier choices.

In the end, Chuuya's headcanon reaction to catching the Reader smoking would reflect his concern and determination to help them break free from harmful habits, even if it means being blunt and demanding in his approach.

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[thewritersaddictions]

First Kiss: Billy Hargrove- PassionFire

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Talk of virginity, implied smut, 18+, First Kiss, talk of mean/abusive ex-boyfriend, helpful friend, sweet Billy, fluff, smoking. drinking, soft!Billy.

Summary: You’re hurt by your now ex-boyfriend when he breaks up with you for not giving up your virginity; Billy is more then willing to help

A/n- Fireflygraphics for dividers

WC- 2.5

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Series Master List // First Kiss Master List

The tears hadn’t stopped, for hours I had been crying my eyes out. I knew why Jamie had broken up with me but I couldn’t really imagine why it was hitting me so hard. He and I had the talk about the fact that I wasn’t really comfortable with giving up my virginity, or truly anything that stripped my virginity away from me. Espically not when he was drunken mess from the lunch date earlier. 

Had I walked all the way to Billy’s house? Yes, I had walked all the way toward Billys. I hadn’t meant to just walk out of my house. Well maybe I had, my mind was clouded and I wasn’t able to think about anything other than needing someone, a shoulder to cry on. 

I had only ever been to Billy’s once or twice. Nothing more then to tutor him, a one off exchange between the both of us. I was tutor him once a month and he would help me with othe basic things. If I thought about it he was the one that introduced me to Jamie. I knocked on the front door only once, before i rang the doorbell. I could hear the rock music playing in the house at volumes I doubt his father or stepmother would allow. “What the hell do you…” The door had opened Billy was standing there. In nothing but an old beat up white tank top, and his signature jeans. 

“Y/n?” He questioend, he was aware of the tears I had running down my cheeks. Or tears that had stained my cheeks. “Billy I know that I’m here unannouced. I just didn’t know where else to go and Jamie he… well Jamie broke up with me.” I said in a ramble of mixed words. He kept his eyes on me for only a moment before the anger swept through his facial expressions. I had a quick moment of doubt, a moment of realizing my mistakes of trekking down to his house on Cherry Lane. “Billy… I’m sorry I think it will be better if I just leave.” I said hastily. Before I could turn to walk away he was grabbing my arm pulling into the warmth of the house. 

“Did you walk all the way here?” he asked his voice a little horse from what I would only guess he was trying to push down the anger. I only shook my head and then he was slamming his bedroom shut. His room smelt of cologne and smokes. Something that always had my head in a twist. “Why would you not just call me? You know I would come and get you?” He asked, to many questions and my own thoughts were cloding my already foggy brain. The bed was softer then I imagined it would be and it bounced as I moved on it. 

“Hello Mcfly? Are you there?” Billy asked waving his hand over my face. “Yeah I’m here. I just I’m sorry I need a second?” The words tumbled out of my mouth and the urge to cry was boiling over in the back of my throat. “Goddamn it Y/n.” Billy said throwing a punch into the air. “I’m sorry. Okay I’m sorry.” The tears had started to run again, I’m sure why or why I had even walked my sad ass all the way towards Billy’s. 

Billy hadn’t yet looked over at me up until that moment. “Fuck I’m sorry Y/n. I just don’t know how to deal with you know.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Of course the crying I forgot.” I said. I looked over at Billy for the first time. Looking at the sharpness of his jawline as he sat down beside me. I brushed the tears from under my eyes, and breathed hard. 

We sat in a cold and harass silence for a little to long. The room growing smaller as it more and more uncomfortable. I wondered where his parents where, and where was his witty red headed stepsister. I was dragged out of my thoughts when I heard Billy ask me a question. “So, if you don’t mind telling me what happened?” He asked, as he got up from the spot next to me and grabbed his smokes. 

Billy wasn’t always the most emotionally supportive friend or really a good friend at all. I had seen the small arguments that his father and Billy would get into. Things would be thrown, voices would get louder then normal, and punches would go flying normally hitting Billy in the chest, stomach or square in his perfect face. 

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Did I mind telling Billy what had managed to happen. To have me to end up at his door on a random night. No, I honestly didn’t mind that’s why I had walked all the way here, to talk to someone about it. To let it go into the air and away from my over thinking mind, that was currently mualing it over. “I don’t mind Billy. Just promise you won’t go crazy on me?” I asked. I licked my chap lips, and looked over at him. He was ever so sightly taller then me. No matter if we were standing or sitting down. 

He sighed heavily, like my requests was a rather hard on to swallow down. “Yeah I promise.” He said exhaling a puff of smoke. So my story from earlier in the day began. “So I guess I should start earlier in the day right.” I said looking down at my hands. My fingers dancing between the fabric of my shirt and messing with my short nails. All I heard was a small hum for me to continue with my story. 

“Jamie and I had just gotten back from a lunch with his friends. You know the ones from the basketball team?” I asked, but continued on. “So we had gone and everything was okay. Jamie had picked me and was all gentlemen like. I don’t know how they managed it though, somehow where ever we went with Jamies friends they were able to get some sort of alcoholic drinks. I wasn’t sure of what kind, but I’m not a drinker. I never have been, so instead I watched as the boys and their girlfriends who were to prim and proper to know just how disgusting day drinking was. Drink and drink til their hearts were content.” I said, taking a slow breath, looking at Billy he was still interested in the story. 

“But a subject was brought up during lunch today. A topic that you don’t normally talk about in fucking public or with other people who aren;t in your relationship. Jamie had been asked how good of a fuck I was, and if I knew what I was doing.” I said, my words getting caught in the back of my throat. To be honest as I talked about it outloud the words seemed dirtier, and heavier then before. 

I shook my head and continued on with my my heart breaking story. “He laughed about it, telling everyone that I was prude, and didn’t ever really staisfed him at all.” I chortled, not that it was funny or a joke at all. Just sounded funnier now that I had time to think about his words and just how stupid of a guy he truly is. “Are you sure this is Jamie that you’re talking about? The same Jamie I know?” Billy asked me raised eyebrows in wonder. 

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, and please just let me finish and then I’ll get out of your hair.” I said with a huff before returning to my story. It wasn’t like there was much, beside the argument we had in the drive back to my house, and the argument we had before he broke up with me. There wasn’t much more to tell. 

“For the rest of that god for saken lunc hI sat in the uncomfortable silence of his friends girlfriends speaking about me like I wasn’t there and him and his friends laughing about the fact I was still a virgin. I hadn’t even kissed him yet.” I said. “We left not shortly after, and the car ride was horrible. I wasn’t able to hold it in any longer the anger boiling and finally tipping over the edge. I yelled at him as he drove me back to my house. He called me a prude once again and then a bitch for not just  giving him what he wanted.” I said my fingers twitching within my lap. Looking down at the carpeted floor. The stains from whatever Billy brought into his room had seeped into the flooring. 

And for the first time in the entire day I smiled. “The fighting didn’t stop, not even when he followed after me half drunk into my house. I tired to push him away but he wasn’y having any of that. So, he grabbed me tightly around the wrist.” I pushed my sleeve up showing the growing bruise that was caused because of his grasps. “I did try and get away Billy. I screamed at him to let me go and pushed him away, until his cold and dark eyes looked back at me and told me that he never not once in out entire relationshoped loved me, and that I was better off alone. The lost and little lamb that I was, was better off alone because nobody would want such a prude like me.”

It was silent for a moment before I started to speak again. “You know the rest Billy.” I said with a shurg of my shoulders. I was tired the crying, and screaming taking a lot of me. I sat there still, before I felt Billy’s rough hand touch over both of mine. “I knew I shouldn’t have shared you with my friends.” I heard Billy whisper out, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle into my skin. The touch was intimate for many a reason. But the most obvious one was the simple fact that Billy wasn’t one for touch, or any true sign of emotion. 

“Shared me?” I questioned. Shared me what the hell did that even mean? There was no pretending that the crush I had on Billy was ever going to go away. The crush had grown and been growing even through I was dating Jamie. “All of those damn guys are just pricks. Not to mention their dumb, dull girlfriends.” Billy said, his hand still resting into my mine. Thumb still rubbing soothing circles into my hand. 

“Yeah I get that, but what do you mean share me?l I was intrigued more about what the implications of his words meant, not by how his words made me wanna melt into his sheet. “Just be honest with me Billy. I’m a big girl and I can handle it.” I just for once tonight wanted the truth.whether it was cold and harsh or  made me feel giddy. I don’t know what was happening all around me. This felt like a hazy dream that I had dreamt a million times over. He deeply stared at me, a few whispys of his golden hair falling infront of his forehead. They were distracting me from another part of his handsome face. Those sky blue eyes that somehow pierce right into your heart. 

A heavy sigh left him before he composed himself. “I just mean that… you’re were my friend first ya know. I shouldn’t have let you out for the wolves.” Billy said. He looked like he was trying to hold something back, and the grip he had on my hand was getting stronger. “Billy? Please.” Was all I had left to say. The truth, please just the fucking truth that’s all I had been searching for all day long. 

“Fine, you want the truth don’t you. You can’t just leave it at the front door can you? Fuck,” Billy said voice growing deeper by the second. His eyes casted down to my bruised wrist. “I should have just kept you for myself. Treated you better than some asshole who clearly doesn’t doesn’t know who they have in their arms.” It was like pulling teeth with Billy to just get him to talk about the simplest emotions. 

I wanted to laugh, but that felt wrong. This must be a true joke right. Billy would never, never fall for the innocent, shy girl that was only his friend because he got something out of it. Right? “Now you’re tight lipped.” Billy commented as I had gone silent. I went to say something but things wer eswirling around in my head. “That’s okay. I get it, big bad Billy can’t help but like the girl that’s to cute for her own good. Who lets people walk all over hee. I should have protected you from an asshole like Jamie, but I thought that you would never. I mean never take a liking to me. I was a dick to… well to everyone. Maybe you alrady knew that, but then you still end up here at my doorstep. So, that must mean something right?” Billy rambled on. 

I was in shock for to many reasons at this point. Was he was rambling because he was letting his guard down, the millions of walls that he had built. He was still talking, but I wasn’t paying attention to the endless flow of words that were falling out. I was paying attention to how his tongue jutted out and licked over his lips. A shiny glaze making them glisten in the little light that he had. I didn’t know what was happening, not even after I started moving towards him. 

His hand was still on mine, so I leant in. “Billy.” I whispered. “Will you stop talking and just make up for the lost time.” I begged in barely a whisper. That signature smirk crossed over his rambling expressions. He reached me. A hand coming to cup the back of my neck as he leant down and pressed his lips against mine. 

The kind of kiss made me feel like the time around us had stopped. It wasn’t a kiss that I would ever be able to explain to my friends. It was like stars had aligned, and everything for just that one moment was perfect. Billy had taken my first kiss, and when we broke away from each other. That signature smirk hadn’t left his face, he was very cheeky. “How was that for a first kiss huh?” He asked. I rolled my eyes, “How about you ask me later. Like I said you have to make up for a lot of lost time.”

I winked at him, before going in for another deep and lustful kiss. This was going wherever it was supposed, without any further pushing on either of our parts. He pushed me down onto the mattress. His free hand roamed down my chest and found a spot on the side of my ribcage. Billy’s other hand stayed on my cheek, holding me closer than before. 

Completed on: 02/05/23

Posted on: 02/06/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

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[palmtreesx3]

Deeper for You

Summary: (5.1 k) It's your annual beach trip with the crew from Hawkins, something you've all been doing together your whole adult life after life forced everyone to part ways. You're all close, but this year, an accidental encounter in the outdoor shower makes you get a little closer with one person in particular.

This is self indulgence at its finest. Fresh off my last week at the beach this summer, I needed a little Beach Steve in my life to tide me over.

Steve x Reader, NSFW 18+ Accidental exposure, friends to lovers, breast play, female oral, fingering, dirty talk encouraged, a little orgasm denial, maybe a spank and unprotected intercourse in the shower.

Crystal water. Crystal skies. Beach chairs circled around umbrellas and coolers. Crisp beers slipped in aging koozies and passed around like old times. You and your friends have been doing this for years. Ever since goals and lives and even some wives have taken the group here and there, Nancy started organizing this annual beach trip for the group from Hawkins. Years and miles have nothing on deep seeded trauma, she said once, in a too cheerful voice despite it's truth.

The heat of the sand between your toes and the smell of suntan lotion have become a comfort to you, just knowing you're back there with your closest friends. As you all creep closer to thirty than you'd like, this week never fails to make you feel nostalgic, youthful and forget all of your problems because it never feels like an ounce of time has passed with any of these people.

This year Nancy had to upgrade the rental - more rooms for yet another married couple in the mix, Eddie adding a wife - a little too sweet but just enough sass for him - into the fold. It was your first time meeting her, really meeting her, because no bride has the time for new friendship on their wedding weekend, and you've had such a nice week spending time with her. Chairs in the sand by the waterline together with a book most afternoons, leaving the raucous energy that comes after some morning beers as background noise to your fantasies.

"What are you two ladies reading over here anyway" Steve pokes at your shoulder on his way down to the water to cool off.

"They're fantasy novels, Steve. Naughty books, if you must know." You tease back, Eddies wife blushing beside you at your brazen honestly.

"Naughty books? Like love stories where they kiss and share a bed?"

"No Steve, like '... And then she felt the tips of his finger circle her clit before toying with her folds and the wetness pooling between her thighs. Edging her, pulling her closer but never giving her cunt what she really wants'" you read in an exaggerated and breathy voice direct from your page, picking up right where you left off. "That, Steve, is Naughty Books. "

"Shit. Okay. Well I'll leave you two to it, then. What the fuck." and he trots off into the waves. Sunkissed skin a perfect contrast to the white, foaming waves he's now floating in.

"So, that… you guys have a thing before or something?" Eddie's wife asks softly. So sweet, you can't even be mad at her for it.

"Steve?" You laugh, "No-no no. Just go way back "

"Oh I'm so sorry" she squeaks out, "I just thought… I mean you guys. Nevermind."

"Don't worry about it. We're all a little too close for comfort sometimes. I get it. We just have always gave each other shit as long as I've known him, that's all."

Later that night, the whole group gathers in the back of the house around a huge built in fire pit, all taking turns sharing, giving updates about life and work and families.

Late nights have been happening all week around this pit, but tonight is cool, and the Sangria Robin and Max mixed up is keeping you chilled.

"Hey, honey. You finally quit or do you want to join us over here?" Steve calls over to you, beckoning to the group of smokers over on the bench seat to the left of the fire.

"Every time I try… someone like you offers me a smoke and here I am again." You shrug as you lean over to snag the pack of cigarettes from Steve's outstretched hand before taking a seat. You slide out a slim cigarette and pull the lighter from it's spot in the back, lighting up and passing it back, kicking your feet out on the coffee table in front.

"Someone like Steve, what's that supposed to mean? You hurling insults again?" Johnathan teases.

"No, no. Byers, shut the fuck up. Lemme enjoy this sweet nicotine with my friends in peace, okay?" You roll your eyes, not actually knowing what you meant either, before shooting a look at Max sitting with the group. "Since when did you sit on the smokers bench? Huh?"

"Don't start with me mom. You've tried to quit four times a year for the past 10 years, so I don't even wanna hear it from you." The redhead sasses back.

Such a beautiful, self assured young women she's grown into, despite having such poor eyesight from…everything that happened…you have always had a soft spot for Max, and she for you. The glasses she wears are thick, despite years of corrective surgeries, but they don't take an ounce away from how lovely she's grown to be.

"Yeah yeah, just shut up and enjoy it. I bet Lucas hates it. Doesn't he? Goodie two shoes." You quip back and Max giggles in agreement, both of you taking a long drag as a follow up.

"You two man-eaters are trouble." Steve jabs.

"Excuse me, man-eaters? The one who has been dating the same guy since middle school and me, who goes on what, maybe 4 dates all year? Yeah total man-eaters, Steve."

After finishing your smokes, you all rejoin the group, playing dollar games of cards and dice, laughing the night away at bad luck and bad jokes. El has been banished to watching over participating and when Eddie's wife asks why, the mutters and mumbling of a wide variety of excuses poured out.

"It's uh - against her religion!" straight from Dustin's mouth won out, mostly because it was the loudest. So now you're all pretending El is Muslim, and that's definitely not going to last the rest of the week.

It's nearing two am as you pad up the stairs, pockets 10 dollars deeper, sand still clinging to your feet just barely and Steve's button up on your shoulders from when he passed it to you to quell your chill. Just like every other night of the trip, you sleep like a baby, tucked in a soft mattress with softer sheets and the blanket of a decent buzz still coursing through your bloodstream.

The next day is the last on the shore and after a late start and breakfast cooked up by Nancy and Johnathan to sop up the hangovers the day goes on much like the rest before it. Relaxing in beach chairs and blankets, music softly humming from a boom box in the shade of the umbrella, balls being tossed in a friendly game of touch football in the loose sand by the dunes.

The tide was rough today and swept you and Eddie's girl away on your chairs once before you slipped your books back in your beach bag and decided if you can't beat it, join it. Frolicking in the waves together, the rest of the group is shortly behind you joining in.

It's not five minutes until Eddie is tackling his wife into the crashing waves, rolling her dramatically in the lapping waves and sand. Max and El are jumping through crashing waves, hand in hand trying to make it past the crest and to where it is calm. Some of the boys are sitting in the sand watching and enjoying the cool breeze you catch when you're closer to the sea.

You, well, you were enjoying yourself wholeheartedly. That is until you're making your way back to shore and a huge wave creeps up behind you and slams you to the ground. Water currents tossing you around a bit like a ragdoll, it's a moment before strong arms pull you up and out, wiping your hair out of your face and brushing the wet globs of sand off you as you regroup. It's Steve who's got you and brings you back to shore, where you flop down on the sand together and burst out in laughter after you're both sure that you're alright, making it even harder to catch your breath.

The day at the beach was way more sandy than usual because of it all, sitting in the sand, being thrown around by gritty waves and soupy sand finding it's way intermingling with your bathing suit. You just can't wait till the end of the day to shower and hose off, so you dip away to hop in the rinse shower along the side of the property. Door swung shut, you run the water cold so it's as refreshing as it is a welcome rinse to your body where the sand is sticking and scratches.

Hair slicked back by the cool droplets, you're realizing quickly that a simple rinse won't rid your swimsuit of all of the caked in sand. Maneuvering your emerald green one piece to shake free the grit of the ocean, you're making progress as you drop your wide set straps off your shoulders and start working out the sand from your upper half.

It's just then that Steve must have had the same idea, and he's traipsing through the door of the shower himself, only to find you, strap down, left breast fully exposed, tan lines of your right crisp and leaving nothing to the imagination the way the suit is bunching down, and your hands coaxing the water over them from the low pressure showerhead to work off the sand.

"Holy fuck!" You both yell at the same time.

Yours an exclamation. A "Holy FUCK!" A barked out reaction to the surprise. The admonishment of your friend who doesn't seem to pay a goddamn mind to anything going on around him or he would have heard the shower tap on and running when he approached.

But his… Well, his was a statement. A "Holy. Fuck." Drawn out. A deep and gravely comment made to acknowledge the surprise he's found. More of an interest than an intrusion.

So when you reached to cover yourself and hide from embarrassment as a knee jerk reaction, he didn't make quite as quick a move to leave you be. He lingered, just enough for you to notice and under his breath whispered out again "Holy fuck."

Adequately covered, or at least enough that you can feel functional at this point, you look at him to quip "Are you just gonna stare or what?" And you expect him to snap out of his titty haze and leave you be to shake out the rest of your sand trap, but he doesn't.

Instead he asks, "Well, is that an invitation?"

Your eyes narrow at him, and he shrugs in reaction. "You can't be serious, Steve. Get outta here."

"I save you, and this is the thanks I get?" He teases, and you can't help but see how his eyes, blown out and black, don't move from your body when he says it.

"Steve." You say, quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I can thank you later." comes out just above a whisper.

"I think I'd rather you thanked me now."

When you don't argue back, or say anything for that matter, he takes that as enough of an answer as he needs. He knows you, and he knows that you have no problem telling someone to take a hike, so if you're not yelling at him like he's a small boy who got his hand caught in the cookie jar, he knows you're inviting him to take a bite.

So he's inside the shower quicker than your mind can even catch up to what's happening. He's crowding your space and reaching backwards to do the one thing you forgot to do yourself, hook the damn lock. You're pretty sure this man hasn't moved his eyes from you since the moment the door opened and at this point, you're meeting his gaze.

A sweeping hand, under your ear and landing on the nape of your neck is what shakes you out of your daze and before you know it his lips are on yours. It's a bruising thing, the way he presses them into yours, pulling you closer still by where his hand is cupping your head with his broad hand. You come up for air just a second before he backs off and you find yourself, open mouthed and smiling into his lips, still pressing into you. "Fuck. Honey. I- you okay? With this? I don't wanna… "

"I know I tell you this all the time, but this is different. Steve, you fuckin talk too much. Shut. Up." You say, emphasizing your words with two little tugs to his own hair where your hands have snaked around, too.

And he takes this welcome advance as an opportunity to wrap his other hand around you, up and under your arm, resting at the center of your back. Pressing together, you're so close. Impossibly so, and every little tick of the hip or twitch of the lips can be felt by the other instantaneously. He's testing you out but getting bolder by the second when he experimentally rolls his hips just a bit before coaxing your legs a bit wider to slot his knee in between. You gasp out at the feeling of him against you and involuntarily find yourself rolling your cunt against his thigh.

"Ah-oh fuck. Shit. Steve." You squeak out, as you look down to see that he's tucked up his swim shorts high enough that your grinding on his exposed thigh. Bristly hair on his legs commingling with the scratch of the sand and sea salt on your own thighs.

"C'mon, honey. You came in here to get clean. Me too. Lemme help you, yeah? '

Nodding your permission, he gently slips his fingers under the still loose straps of your suit, coaxing them down further, fingers ghosting over your arms as he works them down.

You've been doing this trip for years, and you swear the last thing you ever thought would happen was having Steve fucking Harrington peeling off your wet swimsuit in the shower. "You sandy all over, huh? Me too. Gotta rinse you off." he says, as he's reaching up for the shower head, detaching it from its base and bringing it down in between the two of your chests. Holding it there for a moment, he seems to consider this whole thing for the first time. "You-your good, right? I mean, I trust you. Do you trust me? "

"Yeah Steve, I do." You say, pressing your forehead to his and blinking away droplets gathering on your eyelashes.

He pulls the rest of your swimsuit away from where it's suctioned on your tummy and works it down your body, dropping heavy and wet on the shower floor. Once it's out of his way, he's back on your lips, sucking in your bottom lip just as you feel the cool water hitting your clit. Steve moves the shower head gently but purposely around your whole cunt, paying attention to your sensitive bud between passes through your folds. "Gotta get you cleaned up, huh? Need you clean for me. For what I'm gonna do next." He teases and you moan at his words.

Not exactly sure what he has planned just yet, you let him keep working your pussy clean and with every second of the pulsing jets of water hitting your clit rhythmically. "Yeah, baby I think you're all set." He states, replacing the shower head where it belongs and reaching his free hand down to rub through your folds, checking to be sure you're comfortable and free of that pesky sand.

When he's met with yet another whimper he's immediately dropping to his knees on the wet planks of the shower floor "Can I please, please taste you. Please."

"I didn't take you as one to beg, Harrington." You whisper out the tease.

"I will for this - for you. God, would you just answer me?"

You look down at him and nod but he wants your words instead, commanding you to speak up. And so you do, you gasp out confirmation just as his lips latch on to your already sensitive clit. He suckles there a little bit, before moving to make his tongue wide and flat coaxing noises from you that he doesn't want to forget the sound of.

He throws your thigh over his shoulder, giving him deeper, more angled access to your cunt, working you, moving it in and left to right. You cry out as his nose nudges at your clit while he slips a finger in up to his second knuckle and the cry turns silent as he keeps up his ministrations. Droplets of water are tickling down your chest and stomach, soaking his hair and face where he stays tucked in between your thighs. He shakes his head back and forth tapping at your clit with his movement and making you see stars.

Adding in another finger, he keeps lapping at your pussy, taking breaks to nip at the place where your thighs meet your sex and back again. He licks off a trail of water along the seam of your leg before making his way back to your center. Scissoring his fingers, he groans right into you and the vibration of it all drives you wild. "God, you fuckin taste like heaven. So good." And he dives back in, running his wide tongue along your entrance, drawing it front and upward toward your clit.

This time he pauses and presses his tongue up into the base of your clit, holding it there just as he presses both long fingers up and into your spongy spot, freeing the most wanton sound yet from deep within your throat. It spurs him on to keep going, pulsing that tongue and stroking that spot within. You're tensing and shaking under his strong grip and soft tongue, leg still hiked high over him, water cascading around the both of you. You're tumbling over the edge quickly after that.

In a bit of a daze and with wobbly knees, you swing your leg back down off his shoulder and bring him up towards you by his ears, wanting to taste yourself on his tongue in ways you never have before, and he looks beautiful like that. Eyes wide and wanton, hair dripping wet down his hair spattered chest, jaw slack in his own lust and pleasure, lips a deep pink and swollen from working you up down there. You bring him up fully to meet your lips and groan into his mouth, your taste heady and salty and beachy.

"I think you're clean" he laughs out as he pulls back just slightly and you can't help but bark out a laugh back. He takes the opportunity to latch on to your neck and bites at the skin under your ear.

In that moment you decide you're not done with him.

Tugging at the ties of his swim trunks, Steve pulls back to look at you. "N-no, we don't have to."

You hear his words but you also feel the hardness underneath those trunks, "Steve, it's - it's no big deal. You started this. Let me… let's finish, yeah?" You eye him teasingly, eyebrows raised, "Something tells me you want to."

"You're a menace, you know that right? Always have been."

"Yeah, but you're into it, apparently." you stand on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear.

"Fuck. Fuck. Yeah." He gets out as you lick the water droplets up "Seeing you here every year. Highlight of my trip. Swear to God."

And as his soaked trunks hit the floor, the pair of you are both fully exposed standing under the running water together. Running your hand along his chest, playing with the tufts of hair there, you hook your finger though the thin chain hanging from his neck and pull him closer. "Steve." You whisper into his mouth.

"Yeah, whaddya need, honey?"

"You. God just, please fuck me. Okay?"

Clutching you close by the waist, he hikes your leg up and around his hip, reaching down along your ass to rub at your pussy from behind, working you up again. Almost teasing. The rock hard length of him is pressed up between your two tummies, begging to be paid attention to, so you break your bodies apart for just a second to angle him down, slipping if wetly between your lower lips - a mix of water and your hot dripping slick letting him slip through your folds.

A whimper slips out of your lips as his head catches your clit and he takes the opportunity to press into you, sounds something like a growl falling from his own lips at the feeling. Your mind is going blank, but the one thing you're sure of is that Steve Harrington's dick is huge. "Ohmigod, you're, bi- oh" you moan as he adds another few inches, moving slowly for you. "Fuck, you're huge. Jesus, Steve."

"Yeah? Biggest you ever had? God, tell me it's the biggest you've ever took."

"Shit" you hiss, as he bottoms out inside you, yelping out as you both finally meet at the base. "Yeah, shit. No one's ever been that fuckin deep, Steve. Holy shit."

"Fuck, yeah. I'm gonna move now, okay? You're good, right?" And you nod, enthusiastically. Almost too enthusiastically.

You've known Steve almost your whole life. You've played on playground swing sets growing up, rolled your eyes at his antics at your friends' parties in high school, cheered him on at basketball games and worked alongside him as lifeguards at the country club pool. You give him shit, he gives it back to you. You share comfortable silences and close friends. He's had your back in the face of monsters and raging fires… But right now, all that's on your mind is how he's pounding into your pussy in this shower and why this has never ever happened before in all these years. Because Jesus Christ, it's feeling euphoric.

The slapping of skin echoes loudly in the wooden and metal enclosure of the shower, bodies slick with water , hands gliding along your back and along your ass, keeping that knee hiked high for him, yours clutching the front of his shoulders and digging crescent moons into his skin. He's making noises, has he thrusts up into you at a bruising pace, hitting your cervix and making you cry out…but he's holding back all the same and all you want is him to let go a little more.

"Fuck, wait. Holy shit. Lemme just… " you drop your leg down and hear his small whine as he slips out of you, but you're quick to flip your body around, leaning forward and bracing yourself on the beams of the wooden door frame, shaking your ass at him in an invitation to get close to you again. "Wait. Wait… " you gasp out as you feel his tip nudge against your entrance from behind.

"What's wrong? Are you .. are you okay? I can stop." He gets out through heaving breaths.

"No. I'm good… but if you wanna finish me off, you gotta do one thing for me." Looking over your shoulder, giving him a playful but serious look.

"What'dya need. Honey. Anything. What do you want?" He holds his cock, pulsing and screaming to be let back inside your warm and velvety walls, dots of precome rinsed off by the droplets of water as fast as they emerge.

"Don't hold back. Just… .let me hear you. I wanna hear you. Talk to me. Don't shut up. And fuck - fuck me harder" you hiccup out.

"Yeah, yeah okay. I'll … I'll - fuck" he pushes in fully in one slide, no resistance from you in the least. "You wanna hear how good you make me feel huh? Always so cocky. Jesus."

His fingers are pressing into the tops of your thighs, purple mottled marks already blooming there under his fingertips as he pulls you backwards, spearing you on his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. His other hand is wrapped around your waist, reaching for the soft of your belly, snaking up your chest until he finds your tits, nipples peaked with the chill of the air now that you're not directly under the stream of water. He runs his thumb along your nipples, giving them a playful flick back and forth before massaging them and pulling you up to meet him, back to chest.

In this position, you can drop yourself down as you meet his upward thrusts, bouncing on his cock and you feel his tip nudging a particular spot inside you that makes your walls constrict. "Oh honey, yeah? That's it. That's the spot isn't it?" And you can tell that has Steve's mind going off the deep end, making good on his promises to let you hear him, he's babbling, water splashing and raining down on you both, his grunts getting louder, and your name slipping off his lips in a whisper, like it belongs there.

Reaching back and around his neck, you turn so that you can see him and tilt his down to meet your gaze. Mouths both open, panting into one another, lips touching but never connecting because you can't quite sync up with the way you're both grinding on each other. "Jesus Christ, hnng fuck, I'm gonna… honey. Where do you want me? C'mon. Tell me."

You hear his sharp intake of a breath and feel his lips latch on to your throat, leaving sloppy kisses and sucking a bruise into it that you know you'll have to explain to your friends later. "Nnn-no. No. Not yet. I told you, lemme hear you. You're holding back I can tell."

"Oh-okay yeah. Gimme a sec. " He breathes through his nose taking in the scent of whatever vanilla soap you were using before he barreled in, maybe a little coconut still left over from your sunscreen, too. He exhales as his hand drifts down your front, settling over your mound and expertly finding your clit once again. He's rubbing figure eights, before sliding it between his two fingers, giving it pressure and pull from the sides as he continues to thrust into you from behind, bouncing you with very little effort because of how wet and slick you are from the shower.

"You're a fuckin' piece of work, you know that. Shit - taking me like this… fuck. " He growls out as he bends you forward fully now, holding you up by your chest as he rams into you. Leaning over just enough to get close to your ear he whispers in "Ya gonna let me come now? Fuck - ya gonna let me put it on your back? Huh? Your tits? Where do you wanna have it, honey?" He hisses as you grind your hips backwards and clench down hard on his shaft, squeezing on him and making his thrusts slow down, become more meticulous, more purposeful.

You're gasping in air and squeaking out noises of all kinds in time with his thrusts, telling him just how good he's making you feel between breaths. Just how deep he is hitting you. Just how much you wanna hear him when he comes. He's huffing out breaths and promising you things like next time as he's incoherently babbling praises at you as you ride back on his dick.

"You like when I talk about coming for you? You wanna have it, yeah?"

"Y-yeah I wanna. Inside. Do it inside, fuck!" You shout out, water from the showerhead beating on your back as his thrusts are jolting you forward where you're braced against the door. The janky little rusted metal latch holding on for dear life as he continues his pace, chasing his high and praying to God you let go with him.

He's feeling bold now that his brain is only chasing your orgasms. He groans the loudest moan you've heard from him this whole time as you feel him tense behind you, keeping up his movements but, just barely. His hips are stuttering and his hand falls down on your ass in a loud smack. "Ohhh shit. Honey. Yeah. That's what I'm talking about."

Your walls give him one last squeeze and you grip him tight, legs shaking under you as your orgasms rushes over your whole body. He has to hold you up as it rolls through your body, flashes going off behind your eyes as you cry out with pleasure. The pain from the smack to your ass being washed away with the cool of the water trickling over you.

It takes him only three firm thrusts more to fill you up, stuttering sounds falling from his lips. Incoherent blabbers and praises and gasps of your name spurting out along with his come.

You're both absolutely breathless, heaving chests and deep sighs filling the air while still connected to one another. Steve pulls you up slowly as he slips out of you, and spins you around. Still cradling your body and wrapping you into him, he pulls you both under the water to rinse off and come back down from wherever you both are floating off to right now. As you stand there swaying under the cascade, he brings his lips to your temple with a kiss as he mutters "I did mean it. I love seeing you here every year."

You hum along with him, because you do love seeing him too. You just never thought about it like this before. And now that you have, you're pretty sure it's the only way you can from here on out.

"We should probably get back down to the beach. I'm sure at least one of those nosey dipshits have noticed were both missing by now." Steve says against your skin.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. But you are the one explaining these marks you left on me. I'm not saying a peep."

"Aw, c'mon sweetheart. You had a lot to say when I was in-"

"Stop that right now. If you wanna even think about doing this again, you're gonna stop right now." You roll your eyes at him while wrapping yourself with a towel and unlatching the door. As you back out and start up towards the house to grab a new swimsuit, he sees the grin on your face.

"Yeah, okay honey. Shutting my mouth now...so I'll definitely see ya later, then." He says with a wink, just as the door shuts and your left naked, wrapped up in Steve Harrington's towel with all your friends gathered round the grill out back making lunch watching you as you make your way around the path.

Eddie snarls a wide grin at you as he brings both thumbs up, his wife slapping his chest when she notices. "Hey Nance!" He yells out. "I think Harrington's got himself a new roommate for next trip!"

#joe keery #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #Spotify

[justagalwhowrites]

Undone

After a stressful week at the office, Joel knows just how to take care of his wife. AKA Joel Miller doms the stress out of you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: No Outbreak AU. Established relationship, husband and wife. Dom!Joel x Sub!Reader (light). Tiny little age gap (like 5 years? I'm picturing Joel at 44 and reader at 39?) Unprotected P in V sex. Oral sex, F receiving. Creampie. Overstimulation. Aftercare.

Length: 5.4k

A/N: This is totally self indulgent. It's also like... entirely smut. Sorry. But not really. OK love you bye!

Joel knew what you were after the minute you kicked the door closed. 

It was Friday and it had been a hell of a week for you. Joel had done his best to support you through it - he’d finished up one big job on Tuesday and didn’t start the next one until Monday - so he’d taken the lead on keeping the household running while you put in extra hours and came home frustrated and exhausted every night. 

He knew it wasn’t going to magically be better just because it was Friday, so he’d spent the day trying to make the end to your work week as good as he could. He went to the HEB and got your favorite snacks, picked out flowers for the kitchen table, even went by the liquor store on the way home to get everything you’d need to unwind at the end of your day. He started smoking ribs early that afternoon and was outside to sauce them when he heard the door slam behind you. 

Joel didn’t need to see what happened, he knew from the sound that you’d thrown the door open and then kicked it shut behind you. He’d bet the check from his next job that you’d be face down on the couch, your shoes and briefcase a little trail from the front door to the living room. He shook his head, taking a swig of Shiner before closing the smoker and heading inside to find his wife. 

You were exactly where he thought you’d be, taking up almost the entire length of the couch, flat on your stomach, blazer still on but your heels and bags scattered between you and the front door. 

“Aw baby,” he said sympathetically. “That great a day, hm?” 

You made a sound that was caught somewhere between a grunt and a groan. 

“Want to talk about it?” 

You made the sound again and Joel tried not to laugh at it. 

“Here,” he said, coming and adjusting your legs so he could sit beside you on the couch. You groaned as he did but he guided you from lying on your stomach to sitting up to leaning on him, your face in his chest. He put his arm around you and gave you a squeeze. “Tell me what melted down.” 

“We have our quarterly earnings release going out in less than two weeks,” you sighed. “And it’s a shit show. Legal’s been reviewing that shit for what feels like an eternity and I need to issue the goddamn release announcing the date of the full release but I can’t do that until I actually know that legal and financial are going to have stuff sorted in time and the CEO has emailed me twice a day about it the whole week because sure, the legal team definitely falls under my department…” 

Joel held the still mostly full bottle of beer in front of you and you took it from him, your fingers brushing his and you were quiet for a moment as you took a sip before handing it back. 

“Also, HR is going to be the death of me,” you continued, on a tear now. “I swear, it shouldn’t be that hard to find a qualified entry level candidate but here we are, still short staffed 10 weeks after I got the OK to hire. They’ve sent me two resumes, Joel. Two. I called them today to ask how many they’d received and they’ve had 226 candidates apply and they’ve sent me fucking two! I refuse to believe that just one percent of applicants were remotely qualified so I asked them to forward me all the applications since, apparently, recruiting can’t do their damn jobs so I’m going to have to do it for them…” 

Joel nodded along, handing you the beer periodically when he felt you getting too worked up. He found himself, not for the first time, awed by what you did for a living. He didn’t understand much of it, really, and he was thankful he didn’t need to. He wasn’t cut out for that kind of shit. You, on the other hand, had jumped in with both feet when you’d started at your company seven years ago when the two of you had just started dating, You’d risen up the ranks quickly and you now had a team of several dozen people reporting up to you. As gentle and sweet as Joel knew you to be at your core, he knew you were also unflinchingly driven at work. During the COVID shut down, he’d gotten a glimpse of it, listening to you take people - mostly men who seemed to think you weren’t as capable as you clearly were - to task and get things done. He was eternally grateful that, when the two of you fought, you didn’t take him down the way you did people who crossed you in the office. Though that stood in sharp contrast to how Joel heard you talk to the people who reported up to you, with you seemingly always happy to lend an ear or provide guidance or take the heat if they fucked something up that was going outside your department. 

Unfortunately, that meant you had weeks like this one, where plenty went wrong and you had no one to pass the buck to. And he knew as well as you did that you wouldn’t just let something fall apart, not if there was a damn thing you could do about it. Even if that meant working yourself into the ground. 

After a while you just deflated against him and he handed you the beer again. You took a long drink, emptying the bottle, and Joel took it from you to set on the side table. 

“Feelin’ better?” He asked, his nose brushing your hair. 

“Kind of,” you sighed, pressing yourself closer to him. 

“Somethin’ more I can do?” He asked, trying to make sure that he wasn’t nudging you in the direction he was hoping this would go. 

“Yeah,” you said, something shifting in your tone when you said it. No longer frustrated and fed up, instead needy and wanting. You sat up from him and looked at him through your eyelashes, practically pouting. “Turn my brain off for a bit?” 

Joel’s heart picked up, heat and tension already gathering low in him. 

“Aw, my baby need me to fuck her stupid?” He asked, reaching out to cup your face in his hand. His thumb traced along the arch of your cheekbone as his eyes locked on your blown pupils. “You need me to make that big brain of yours slow down for a while, that it?” 

“Yes please,” you breathed. He could feel your skin getting warmer below his touch. 

“Please what?” 

“Please sir,” you said, holding your hands up with your wrists together, like an offering. “Please fuck me stupid. Please sir.” 

He quirked his jaw before he smiled, dark and low.

“Good girl,” he growled. He got up and closed his large hands around your wrists before pulling you sharply to your feet, looking you up and down as he did. There was something that drove him wild, seeing you like this. Dressed in your armor of the business world, a place where lesser men had to go to you for permission to do a goddamn thing, and you came home to him, begging him to strip you down to something small and vulnerable and easily consumed. 

He wasn’t sure why you’d picked him of all people. When you’d met almost eight years earlier, his first thought was that you were way out of his fucking league. A friend of Tommy’s then girlfriend now wife, you were a few years younger than him but had clearly kept your life on the right fucking track the whole time instead of driving it into the ground for a while first. You’d gone to college, built a damn impressive career, had goals and dreams and plans for yourself. You were beautiful and smart and funny and kind and the first time he’d taken your clothes off he was still not entirely sure why you were letting him do it. 

He’d been even more surprised the first time you’d shared with him that you wanted him to take control in the way he was now. 

“I just have to make decisions all the time,” you’d said, folded into a corner of his couch with a glass of wine in your hands. “I just really want to have someone else take over for a while, you know? Not have to make any plans or take care of anybody else, just enjoy and be enjoyed.” 

That, Joel had thought, he could give you. 

It wasn’t something the two of you always indulged in but there were days like this one where you seemed to crave it. Maybe even a step beyond that - you needed it. You needed the safety of Joel’s guidance, the comfort of his control, the ease of his pleasure. He liked to give you those things. More than liked it, sometimes he lived for it. 

Today was one of those days. 

He led you to the bedroom and stood you at the foot of the bed, your wrists still firmly in his hands as his eyes searched yours. 

“You just want to be my little doll, is that it?” He asked, his thumbs brushing the inside of your wrists. Your pulse was heavy and hard. “Want me to take control so all you have to do is feel what I let you feel?” 

“Yes,” you breathed. 

“Yes what.” 

“Yes sir,” you were practically squirming. 

“What are your colors,” he said more than asked. 

“Green, yellow, red,” you answered quickly. 

“Where are you now?” 

“Green.” 

“Good girl,” he guided your hands so they hung at your sides. “Don’t move until I tell you.” 

He watched you resist the urge to nod and he slipped his hands below the lapels of your jacket, running his hands over your skin for a moment before shoving the sleeves down your arms and leaving the blazer in a pile on the floor. He watched you swallow, your throat working and he tried not to think about making you kneel and taking his cock into that pretty throat of yours. He knew just how good it would feel while you sucked him, how fucking good it would feel to come down your throat. 

Maybe later. Right now, he needed to take care of you. And that’s exactly what he was going to do. 

*** 

When Joel touched you like this, it was like something unspooled inside yourself. There had been a knot in your stomach for days at least - maybe longer - and nothing had worked to untangle it. Not crossing things off your to do list at the office, not the yoga class you’d skipped lunch to take, not the iced latte your assistant had ducked out to grab you that afternoon. But Joel’s hands on your skin as they slipped the slender straps of your satin top down your arms were better than anything else, especially when your mind wasn’t going a mile a minute thinking of ways to please him in return. You watched as he moved to undress you, his eyes heavy and hot and hungry as your top pooled around your hips. He reached around your body to unhook your bra, casting it aside before cupping your breasts in his large palms, groaning as he did. 

“You feel so good,” his thumbs brushed your nipples. “My soft, pretty fuckin’ girl.” 

“Joel,” you whimpered, clenching your hands into fists to keep from reaching out to touch him. He’d told you to stay still and you had to obey. If you didn’t, you knew he’d drag out your first orgasm for what felt like an eternity, bringing you just to the edge of it but never letting you fall into your climax until you were a desperate, dripping, squirming mess. 

“What, baby?” He almost cooed at you, just a hint of a teasing edge to his tone. “What’s my baby need?” 

“More,” you whined. “I need more, please, I need…” 

He took his hands off you then and looked you in the eye and you almost reached for him before you caught yourself. 

“Who decides what you need right now,” he said. You moaned and he ignored you. “Who. Tell me, pretty girl.” 

“You,” you said. 

“That’s right,” he nodded. “And I’ll give you more when I decide you need more and I decide I’m done enjoyin’ the parts of you I’m enjoyin’ right now. So. You stand still like a good little doll and we’ll see when I’ll let you have more. Got it?” 

“Yes,” you said. 

He took your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look him in the eye. 

“Yes what.” 

“Yes sir.” 

His crooked smile dimpled his cheek. 

“Good girl.” 

He returned to touching you, running his large and callused hands over your shoulders to your chest, holding and massaging your breasts and you could tell he was taking his time less for himself and more because he knew what it was doing to you. That it was making you achy and desperate and the thoughts that had been weighing on you all day at the office were slipping out of your mind, drifting far away into the ether. 

“Think I remember you sayin’ something about more?” Joel said, his voice low and gravelly as his hand slipped over your stomach, below the bunched fabric of your shirt, below the waistband of your pants until his fingertips were brushing your bare mound inside your panties. You whimpered. “How about I give you some more, hm?” 

His index finger reached out and brushed the top of your clit, sending a shiver through you, all the heat you had inside yourself pooling low in your stomach. 

Joel chuckled. 

“Think she likes it.” 

He pressed a little lower, a little firmer, working your sensitive nub in slow, languid circles. 

“She like this too?” 

You nodded frantically. 

“Thought I told you not to move,” Joel said, stern. 

“But…” 

“No buts,” he cut you off. “You wanted to give me control so you give me control. Otherwise, you won’t get what you want. Got it?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“You’re lucky,” he said as he went to open your pants. “Got me all worked up, too. Too worked up to draw this out the way you deserve, squirmin’ the way you are.” 

He got on his knees in front of you and gathered the fabric of your shirt, pants and underwear in his hands and pulled them all down in one go, the sudden exposure of your skin to the air making you gasp and goosebumps scatter over you in sharp little pin pricks. 

“Fuck, there you are,” he groaned, his hands coming to grip the thick swell of your ass, his fingers digging into the meat of you as he pressed a kiss to your stomach just below your belly button. You moaned, wanting nothing more than to tangle your fingers in his curls. You clenched your fists tighter, nails digging into your palms, acutely aware of where he was touching you because of the absence of him everywhere else. 

He trailed his mouth down to your slit, his tongue dipping into you there, brushing against your clit, the heat of his mouth in sharp contrast to the cold air against your wetness. His hands slipped up your back, finding your waist before Joel stood, his still clothed body so close to your naked one. 

“Lie down for me,” he said, a little breathless. “Middle of the bed.” 

You rushed to obey and watched hungrily as Joel undressed himself, his black t-shirt coming up and over his head, his jeans opening to reveal his tight boxer briefs with his thick, hard cock straining the fabric. He took off everything before crawling up the bed over you and, for half a moment, you thought he really was going to give into you that quickly, give you exactly what you wanted that fast. But instead of settling between your thighs with his heavy length brushing against your slit and his mouth on yours, he fell to the side of you, the weight of him jostling the mattress. You turned your head to look at him, confused, and he laughed, dark and low. 

“You didn’t think you were gonna make me give in that fast, did you?” He asked. He slid one arm below your ribs, his hand coming up and around the back of you to hold your breast while his other hand teased a feather light path down from your throat, over your chest, your stomach to your slit. “No, not done with this yet.” 

“But…” 

“You just lie still and let me worship you,” he said, his palm cupping your mound, his middle finger settling between your lower lips as he put gentle pressure against your clit. The tip of his finger circled your dripping entrance but didn’t slip inside where you were aching and desperate for him. “Want to enjoy you for a while.” 

He didn’t give you a chance to protest, his mouth finding just the right spot on your throat at the same moment he added pressure to your clit, grinding his hand against your most tender place and making your back arch below his touch. 

Joel kissed and licked and sucked along your neck, your collarbone, your breast, his cock brushing against your thigh as he manipulated your body and you could feel his precome on your skin when it did and you were desperate to touch him there, to feel just how hard you’d made him, make him start to unravel the way he was doing to you. 

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, a finger sliding inside of you, making you groan. 

“But I want…” 

He pulled back from you to look in your eyes and you could tell from the glassy look on his face that you probably already looked like a fucked out mess. 

“You tryin’ to make me feel good or you want it for yourself?” He asked, brows raised. You tried to find the words but couldn’t. He nodded. “S’what I thought, you sit still like I fuckin’ told you. You try to touch me and I won’t let you come, got it? This is about you, not me so you’re gonna lay there and take it, understand?” 

“Yes sir,” you whimpered. 

He went back to working you over, adjusting so that he could fully kiss down your body until his head was between your thighs, two fingers buried inside of you as he looked up your body to your face. 

“New rules,” he said, pressing his lips to your clit for a moment and sucking it into his mouth before continuing. “Want you to come and I want you to come hard. You’re allowed to touch my head to put me where you need but you do anything else with those hands and we’re startin’ over. Understood?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Good girl.” 

He practically dove into your pussy, his thumb working your clit, his tongue licking deep into your channel. The fire in your belly burned brighter and it was like you could feel all the blood in your body pulling into the center of you. Your hands flew to his head, the thick of his hair and the heat of his scalp almost sharp against your fingers after having felt nothing but your own palms for what felt like forever. You rocked your hips against his face as he ate at you, a finger slipping into you alongside his tongue, working the inside of you deftly so that you were never empty but never lacking the friction of him moving in you. His fingertip curled into the soft, sensitive place inside of you that he found so easily now, adding the perfect amount of pressure as his thumb and nose worked your clit and you felt your pussy get so tight and hot you worried, for half a second, that it would hurt him before every worry flew out of your head entirely, your entire body flooded with waves of pleasure as you came on his tongue. 

Joel worked you through your orgasm, never letting up as you moaned and panted, your grip on his hair easing as your body started to go limp. Your pussy was so sensitive when your climax eased but Joel didn’t pay your little whimpers any mind. He pulled his mouth from you but added another finger, fucking into you with his hand and adjusting so his palm was grinding against your clit as he did. 

“There you go,” he panted, wiping your slick from his mouth before taking his cock in his hand and working himself with it. “That what you needed, pretty girl?” 

“Yes sir,” you whimpered. 

“Good,” he said, his eyes ranging over you, dark and hot. “Because now it’s my turn.” 

He pulled his fingers from you and spread your thighs a little wider, lining his cock up with your still weakly grasping hole for half a moment before thrusting deep into you in one devastating go. You gasped at the stretch of him filling you like that, the inside of you still soft and tender from your orgasm. Your fingers scrambled at the blanket below you, your back arched and taut and you tried to hold onto something - anything - in your head beside how he was splitting you open. 

“I say you could use your hands like that?” He asked, his fingers finding your wrists and clamping around them. He pressed deep inside you and folded over you, bringing your hands with him, pressing your wrists down into the mattress over your head. “Didn’t think so. You’re my little doll right now, ain’t you? Mine to do what I want with and I want you to take it.” 

“Joel,” you whimpered. 

“That ain’t my name right now, is it?” 

“Sir,” you corrected, resisting the urge to rock your hips up against him. “Please!” 

“Please what?” 

You couldn’t put words to what you wanted to ask for and Joel just smirked before releasing your wrists and sitting up, looking down over your body to where he disappeared inside of it. 

“What I thought,” he said, his hands pressing your thighs wide before his thumb trailed over where you were split open on him to your clit, teasing you in a slow circle that made you jerk involuntarily below him. He took it away, his hand on the soft flesh of your thigh again. “You leave those hands there and take it. You can take it, pretty girl. Know you can.” 

With that, he pulled back, slow and aching, before fucking back into you, hard and fast with a forceful grunt. You watched him fuck you, his cock slamming into you with enough force that it jerked your body up and down the bed. You were lost in it, the way you could see his muscles flex, the way his eyes ranged over you - watching the place he was spreading you open and the way your tits bounced for him and up to your face to meet your eyes and back again. It was almost hypnotic, like there was nothing else in the world that existed outside of him. He was controlling you totally, fucking into you with enough force that you couldn’t even breathe out of sync with his thrusts, your body just something he could manipulate and pleasure and use however he saw fit. 

You weren’t sure how long he fucked you like that before his hands ran over your thighs to your core, his thumbs brushing along your clit, pressing into you there and working you in hard little circles as your channel started to tighten around him again. 

“There we go,” he panted. “Got another one right there don’t you? You’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you pretty girl. Gonna give me everything, ain’t you?”

“Yes sir,” you whined, your fingernails digging into your palms as you fought to keep your hands still. 

“Good girl,” he pressed himself deep as he worked your clit and returned to his same punishing rhythm, the head of him finding the place inside you he’d claimed for himself. He left one thumb on your clit, his other hand stretching up and over your stomach, fingers splaying wide on you until it was in the middle of your chest where you knew he could feel how your heart was pounding behind your ribs. The feel of him everywhere was overwhelming, the tight spool of pleasure that had never fully relaxed after your first orgasm already wound unbearably tight again. 

“Want you to come for me,” he said, voice needy. “Want you to be a good girl and come. Give it all to me, baby, want you to just let go and give it all to me, let it all go, c’mon and come for me, make me fuckin’ feel it…” 

You cried out as you obeyed, your channel fluttering over his cock as he kept fucking you deep and hard. You could feel your orgasm in the very center of you, in every muscle and every nerve, your climax taking hold of you so firmly that you felt a gush of liquid rush out of you. 

“Fuck, there you go,” he said, not letting up. “Fuck baby, love when you squirt for me, such a good fuckin’ girl…” 

The wet snap of his hips into you was obscene and, as your orgasm eased, your body was already drawing tight again. Your heart raced and you could feel everything, everything, so sharp and harsh and overwhelming. Your head swam, your skin prickled. 

“Love feeling you come for me,” Joel was still fucking into you, hard and bruising like he was trying to climb inside your skin and claim a place for himself there. “Love when you get all tight and desperate, love making you all needy…” 

You let out a fucked out little whimper, tears pricking at your eyes, not able to see straight through the haze of your already building orgasm. Joel leaned over you, his cock buried deep but going still. 

“You with me, pretty girl?” He asked, his hands sliding up your arms to find your wrists, holding you gently in place. You couldn’t seem to find the words to answer, too overstimulated to think of anything beyond how he was filling you and surrounding you. “Gimme a color, baby.” 

“Yellow,” you managed. 

 He took your limp wrists in his large palms and guided your hands to his skin, resting them on his broad shoulders. 

“That help?” He asked. “You can nod.” 

You nodded quickly, your breathing evening out, body still tight and strung out. 

“Color?” 

“Green,” you said, the tears that were in your eyes slipping down your cheeks but not being replaced by new ones. 

“Good,” he shifted inside you, pulling back a little before thrusting in again. “Because I ain’t done with you yet. You keep those hands right where I put ‘em and just focus on coming one more time for me, need you to milk me dry, baby.” 

But his pace eased, less frantic and more desperate, working you slow and firm from within. He buried his face into your neck, his mouth finding that place that sent shocks of pleasure through your whole body. His hands ranged over you, fingers hungry and grasping at your skin, his hips working against your clit as his cock found its home deep within you. 

“Know you’re close,” he said against your skin, lips still close enough to brush against you as he spoke. He kissed along your neck, nose teasing along your throat. “You got one more in you, baby, I know you do.” 

“Sir,” you whimpered, pleading, not sure if you wanted to come or wanted to just dissolve. 

“You can come,” he fucked you slow and deep. His public bone pressed against your clit and your back arched. “Want you to come, want to feel you come. Make me feel you, baby. Be a good girl and make me feel you.” 

You dared to let yourself move, just enough that you could rock your hips up against him, working yourself with his body as you felt him grow impossibly thicker and harder inside you. Or, maybe, you were just tightening further around him, body clinging to him in one last desperate push for closeness as your climax hit again. You cried out with it and you couldn’t just leave your hands on Joel’s shoulders, instead latching onto his hair and sliding down his back, pulling him flush against your body so the only thing left in the world was him and his skin and the thick of his cock as he started to pulse inside of you. 

Your orgasm almost hurt it was so intense. You could feel every inch of Joel’s cock in you, the heat and softness of his skin against you, every muscle in your body going rigid and tense for a moment before relaxing. Your vision went spotty and you got light headed and you lost track of time. 

The next thing you knew, you were in Joel’s arms, cradled against his chest, his fingers trailing a gentle path along the edge of your hairline and jaw, thumb brushing the plush of your lips. 

“There you are,” he said softly and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his large hand coming to rest against your cheek as you turned your head to look at him. His eyes were soft and warm and there was a gentle smile on his face. “How are you feelin’ love?” 

You took stock of your body for a moment, everything feeling light and airy. 

“I’m good,” you smiled a little. 

“Yeah?” He said, his thumb brushing your cheek. “Take a deep breath for me, OK?” 

You nodded a little and did as you were told, only realizing then just how little your lungs had been inflating before. 

“How’s that feelin’?” He asked. “Good?” 

You just nodded, still smiling. 

“How about this for the night,” he said, going back to tracing an easy trail over your skin with his fingertips. “In a few minutes, I get up and get you water and a cocktail while you put on that pretty little swimsuit of yours. You float in the water while I look at ya and finish those ribs in the smoker…” 

“You’re making me ribs?” You almost pouted, your brows going up. 

Joel chuckled. 

“Yeah, that OK?” 

“That’s my favorite,” you said, feeling like you might be about to cry. 

“I know it is, baby,” he said, kissing your temple again. “S’why I made ‘em. Got that potato salad you like, green beans, cornbread too. Even got that chocolate cake you like so much…” 

“The Oreo one?” You sniffed, tearing up. 

“The Oreo one,” he brushed your hair back. “You still with me there baby?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, crying a little. You weren’t entirely sure why, just every emotion you’d had over the past week seeming to bubble up at once. “I think so…” 

“You’re OK,” Joel said, pulling you closer, his lips gentle on your skin. “I’ve got you.” 

You just nodded against him and focused on how his skin felt on yours, his warmth and strength grounding while your mind was still swimming. 

“What about after dinner?” You sniffed. 

“We can watch one of those movies you like so much,” he said. “I know the ones that’ve been on your list, you don’t gotta pick unless you want to. Sound good?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “But… can we just stay here for a little while first? Please?” 

“Course baby,” he said. “Whatever you need. I’ll take care of you.” 

You nuzzled into his skin and breathed deep and you didn’t really know why you’d been so stressed when you got home to begin with. You just knew that you had Joel and that, as long as he was there, everything else would be OK.

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[honeyshiddendesire]

Head In The Clouds

Pairing: Smoker x Female Reader

Warnings: MINORS BEGONE! 18+! vaginal penetration! Quickie, hand over mouth, Smoker trying to keep you quiet, boss/subordinate, established relationship, backshots, pet names (darlin, sweetheart, baby) dirty talk/teasing (recruit, brat) roleplay sex, size kink, voice kink, light spanking

Summary: Your boyfriend Smoker can't take you in your uniform another second without dragging you back to his room and that's exactly what he does. But you better keep quiet during work hours.

“Hey is everything okay?” You question after Smoker softly pushes you inside his room. He wore a scowl the whole day and you couldn't figure out why so hopefully he was gonna tell you. “That damn uniform.” He growled out with a cloud of smoke that made your body shiver. Looking down you raised a brow, “Is it incorrect, sir.” You tease.

“Dammit, recruit, don't make me have to show you.” He barks out with a slight blush that makes you smirk, finally catching on. You did a little spin that made him take a deep breath and you couldn't help but smile, “Oh Smoky Bear you should've told me sooner.” Your voice a smooth purr as you run your hands slowly up his chest.

“Can't when we're out there darlin 'we're still on the clock so we'll have to make this quick. Better keep it down, got it sweetheart?” His voice takes a softer approach as he steps closer to you. You grin loving how he can't help but go soft on you. His hand going to run along your cheek as the other sets his cigars on the table by the door.

“Quick? Awe you're no fun sir.” You taunt with a pout that makes him chuckle.

“No fun huh? We'll see about that recruit.” He grunts out, spinning you around and pressing you into the wooden door making you gasp with excitement.

Biting your lip as he lifts your skirt to lay a spank on both of your cheeks, “Fuck!” You happily yelp out, making him reach around to cover your mouth, his breath ghosting over your ear. “Better keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet brat.”

He pushes your panties down your thighs and makes quick work of his belt and pants, bulge already pressing into you. You moaned into his hand feeling Smoker’s calloused fingers run over your wet slit. Plunging two fingers in your already dripping cunt he couldn't help but groan at the feeling of you wrapped around his digits.

“Mmm~” You moan with your eyes rolling back as he pounds them into your pussy, a chuckle leaving him at your muffled sound. “Let me see you make a pretty mess on my hand recruit.” The feeling of his lips against your ear made you shiver along with the speed he started to take.

Your legs started shaking as he filled your cunt with a third finger, his lips sucking a mark on your neck. You couldn't take it feeling him shove his fingers in your mouth, tongue slipping around them with a moan. “So pretty for me darlin.” He whispers against your skin.

Your eyes rolled back as you came all over his rough hand with a loud moan making him scowl and nip at your neck. Slowing down his movements until you came down from your euphoria he removed his fingers to suck on them greedily. When his hand was cleaned enough he slapped your ass again taking you by surprise with a loud yelp.

“Shh baby, don't want anyone hearing how good I'm about to make you feel.” He taunted shoving another finger in your mouth for you to suck on. Using his free hand to grab his huge cock that was leaking for you he positioned himself at your entrance. “Bend a bit more for me baby, show me you want it, recruit.” He grunts as you quickly comply, wiggling your ass a bit for him.

“There we go darlin.” Smoker sighs as he starts slipping his heavy cock into your wet pussy. Going slow so you feel every pulsing vein along his shaft, the size always making you gasp and squirm. Biggest you've ever taken and he's proud of that fact, always shushing you and saying how well you take his cock. “Taking my cock so fucking good recruit. Shit well done darlin.” Smoker's groans drawn out as he finally bottoms out, his breathing heavy trying to give you a second.

Just a second though before he's pulling out leaving just the heavy tip inside before slamming forward making you cry out around his fingers. “Ahh!” You scream and he just smirks leaning forward so you feel him deeper, “Ah hush I know you can take it.” Lips kissing you gently, a total contrast to the way his hips started pounding into your creamy cunt.

The force of his thrusts made the door rock, your hands pressing against it to stabilize yourself. He always made you drunk on his cock, the appendage filling you like no other you couldn't help but cry out for more. “Mmm~!” You moan and he just smirks, turning your head to look at him. Licking at your lips as he removes his fingers to hold your throat tightly. “Staring at this ass all day drives me fucking crazy you know that?”

You whine against his lips leaning toward him as best as you can but he only grips your throat tighter making you yelp. His scowl only makes you wetter as he clashes his lips into yours. Muffling your screams with his dominating tongue as he fucks you harder feeling his release approaching quickly but needing to feel your walls clamp down on him. Reaching around to rub quickly at your aching clit making you shake with a whine.

Pulling back a bit he nips at your lips giving you the one command you always listen to without fail. “Cum for me baby. Lemme feel this pretty pussy make another mess.” His deep voice surprisingly quiet but sending a thrill through your veins as you hear it. “Smoker!” His name falling from your kiss swollen lips in a scream that makes him grunt and fuck ropes of cum into you. Your tight walls sucking him in, milking his thick cock for all it's got. “Fuck that's it baby.” He grunts thrusting a few more times until you both were shaking.

“Dammit recruit the shit you do to me.” Smoker's sigh making you chuckle when he finally releases his tight hold on your neck to softly caress you. His scowl softening as he kisses your face and neck lovingly. “You're gonna be the death of me.”

“I sure hope not Smoky Bear.” You tease making him roll his eyes at your nickname you only say behind closed doors.

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[sexydoffyman]

Smoker and Tashigi with a s/o that only curses when REALLY angry and someone is like talking bad about them(smoker/Tashigi) and their s/o goes full on out on em which scares almost everyone since they are known to be gentle and kind (gn)

Pls and ty<3

S/O CAN BE ANGRY

genre: fluff

characters: Smoker, Tashigi

word count: 614

A/N: I just learned that he is 36 I thought he was like 55 or something.🦀

SMOKER

Smoker is a grumpy man with a kind and soft partner. They are so kind to the world. They help animals that seem like they are in danger. They help him with his paperwork. They are just what a man would desire.

When he is tired he can rely on you to help him get rest in the embrace of your lap. He knows that you always have a lighter on you in case he loses his. He knows that when he is hungry that you will have a meal ready for him. He loves how he can depend on you every once in a while.

He also knows that he can always give your transponder snail a ring when a child is crying nearby. He is too scary to comfort the kiddo but just from your presence seeps love and calmness.

When there is a problem you always solve it with your words. And not anything bad. You are the quote "I have no enemies" in living form. And he loves it and could never dream of it to be otherwise.

You yourself thought that you could never bring yourself to yell at someone. You soon realized that you are very capable of arguing.

"SMACK" The man sitting in the bar in the town, that Smoker was currently in with you, was met with a harsh slap to his face.

Everybody in the bar knew you and your calm nature and because of that, they were shocked. Even Smoker was surprised by your actions. The man was talking way too much shit about how your partner keeps letting pirates run away and you just had enough. You yelled at the man who was visibly scared. Who wouldn't be?

Meanwhile, Smoker was chuckling in the corner knowing that his reputation won't fall when the problem is in your hands. Now the grumpy man turned into an amused proud man.

"Karma is a bitch ain't she?"

TASHIGI

Tashigi is fierce and strong but she melts every time she sees kindness itself in a human form. Her partner being so lovely calm and kind. She is just in heaven when she can lay in their arms.

You are loyal and will always cheer her on in her job. And she was just adoring the way you handled things with gentleness. She also knew that you would take care of her if anything ever happened to her. She saw you as pure innocence.

"YOu A WomAN BEinG a SuCcesSFUl MaRinE?" The drunken man yelled her way as he laughed. The man continued on teasing her about being only good for sex and not for a man's job. She shed a small tear hearing a person who calls themselves a man is acting just like a boy.

"CRCHING" "BANG" The man fell to the floor with glass shards surrounding him. A wound on his head bleeding. He jolted and screamed in pain. He looked angrily at the person who bashed the bottle over his head.

He was surprised to see the softest person in the country next to him. Tashigi quickly grabbed you and pulled you out of the bar scolding you on your way out. "This isn't how a marine's partner should act!!" She kept hissing. Everyone forgot about the drunken idiot and started feeling bad for you. That this kind person is being yelled at for protecting the person who is currently yelling at them.

To you tho. You had to giggle a little bit when you saw Tashigi showing you a thumbs-up while scolding you. Later you both had a good laugh about the idiot in the bar.

"I bet he didn't even touch a woman."

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♡ Donquixote Doflamingo X Female Reader pt 1 NSFW Modern Office AU Pt. 2 Pt.3

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♡ Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet. (Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo)

♡ Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt. 2 (Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Sabo and Law)

♡ Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt. 3 Marine Edition (Issho, Koby, Smoker, and Garp)

♡ Marco X Reader Comfort

♡ Law taking care of sick Y/N

♡ Marco X Rabbit Hybrid Reader

♡ Ace X Reader

♡ Sabo X Reader

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♡ Corazon X Reader

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[folkookie97]

❝ pride & arrogance ❞ — jjk

— SUMMARY: ❝ If his pride and arrogance incapacitated him from saying what he felt, then he would show you everything. ❞

— PAIRING: boyfriend!jungkook x female!reader

— TYPE: mild smut

— WORD COUNT: 985

— WARNINGS: smoker!Jungkook, mature language, edging, slight praise kink, punishment, slight bondage kink, mention of argument, soft dom!Jungkook x sub!reader, mention of squirting, mention of marijuana, use of pet names, slight dumbification, overstimulation

— NOTES: OH MYYYY HOW CAN THIS MAN BEING SO HOT WHILE SMOKING?

— RELEASE DATE: September 12, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

Body lying on the bedsheets. Head towards the ceiling. Hands tied with a pink rope. A ball gag stuck in your mouth. White lace lingerie. A vibrator pressing onto the fabric and fixed there due to the knots helding it.

That was how you felt at the moment. No possibility of moving or even protesting against the marks that were beginning to appear on your skin.

No possibility of moaning every second an orgasm invaded your body.

You had lost track of how many times you felt tears running down your face and felt a pressure starting at the foot of your stomach, leaving you feeling high. Everything seemed like a white blur as the minutes passed and you struggled to keep your eyes open. Watching the gray paint on the ceiling was the only thing that's stopping you from giving into your body tiredness.

As much as you knew Jungkook would stop everything if you signaled your safeword — if your two feet hit each other three times in a row — you weren't in the mood to end it. You were becoming greedier every time the vibrator changed speed or restarted the vibration over your clit.

Sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room, Jungkook knew your needs better than anyone. The sight of your pussy soaking your damp panties indicated that you were close to your next orgasm.

Standing up with a cigarette still in his hands, he inhaled the small cylinder and held the smoke in his throat for a few seconds before expelling it in short bursts.

Walking in short steps, Jungkook came close to your bed, resting both knees on the mattress and having a better view of your face. Cheeks stained with thick tears and eyes still sparkling and tried hard not to give into exhaustion. Nose red from crying and slightly damp. The midsize ball gag made your lips more swollen and red, causing excessive spit that ran down your mouth corners.

Completely submissive. A sight that might look pathetic in any other man's eyes, but for Jungkook it was the hottest scene he'd ever seen in his entire twenty-six years of life.

"You look so beautiful like that, my kitty." Jungkook praised you and you felt your heart warming. "You can look at me now."

When Jungkook brought the necessary permission, you blinked once, clearing away the tears and looking at him. Jungkook was above your body, his dark and cut hair looking messy after the party. A cigarette in his hand indicating the stress of the situation hit him hard and he was trying to distract himself while you played your role as his sub and masochist girlfriend.

Even though the vibrator was still stimulating your clit, the speed was considerably slow after you wet the sheets last time cumming. Jungkook knew your limits and knew squirting more than once in less than ten minutes could result in your safeword being said. Lowering the speed would delay your next orgasm and it was the better choice.

Especially when an idea appears in his mind.

"You wanna give me head?"

You shook your head, furrowing your eyebrows in an expression that made Jungkook compare you to a whiner kitty. Letting out a little chuckle, Jungkook took his free hand to your cheek and left some cuddles on your tear-soaked skin.

You watched Jungkook take another drag on his cigarette before placing it in the ashtray on the table next to your bed. He blew the smoke into the air and returned his full attention to your eyes. He undid the lock on the object in your mouth and left you free to recover yourself.

Your entire jaw hurt from how long the small ball prevented you from closing your mouth. The spit dripping down your chin wasn't pleasant, however, you knew you'd need it for what happened next. You really wanted to not only please Jungkook, but you also wanted to apologize for the whole situation that led both of you there.

"Are you in pain now?" Jungkook asked and you denied it, shaking your head so fast that a dizziness hit you barely five seconds later. "Use your words, kitty."

"Sorry, Sir. I'm not."

Jungkook smiled, losing some of his dominant expression and taking on a gentle glow as his eyes diminished. Maybe it was due to your obedience from answering to him with his correct form of treatment. Or maybe the fact Jungkook knew that you were indeed in pain.

He couldn't be mad even though he knew you were hiding this secret. After all, you just wanted to please him.

An idea crossed Jungkook's mind, all his anger already fading.

"You were a good girl. You were so fucking good for me." Jungkook began, stroking your cheeks as if it was so precious. "Are you really sorry for what you did before?"

A pain struck your heart. God... regret had been gnawing at your mind since the two of you got home. You didn’t want to fight with him, it was never your intention to make him angry. Just as it was never your intention to curse him in front of his friends while the whole group shared some cigarettes and marijuana.

"Yes, sir... I'm sorry for everything I said and everything I did for you."

It wasn't the best apology Jungkook had ever received. It was simple words and almost so shallow that at another point he would force you to rephrase everything you said and demand better submission.

However, Jungkook knew this was for you best due to your angry personality and the pain in your body.

And in the end, Jungkook knew that he also hadn't been as good a boyfriend as he should have been. He also deserved to apologize.

And if his pride and arrogance incapacitated him from saying what he felt, then he would show you everything.

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[anystalker707]

〰۰࿐·˚.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.۰࿐·˚〰

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〰 Sleepy and sloppy | Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: A lazy fuck in the middle of the night with Zoro. Tags: soft / he's needy / sleepy sex / bottom Zoro

〰 Stretching session | Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Zoro's (in)convenient help while you want to train. Tags: top zoro / bickering / hes an ass (affectionate)

࿐ VINSMOKE SANJI

〰 I'm fine | [OPLA] Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Sanji knows there's something wrong, but he doesn't know how to approach you. Tags: comfort / soft / he's doing his best

〰 Birthday surprise | Sanji x [amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Sanji wants to be the first one to wish his lover a happy birthday, and he also has a special gift for them. Tags: needy Sanji / he's a sweetheart / penetration / masturbation

〰 Another night in the pantry | Sanji x [amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Sanji is really needy, wanting a good fuck from you Tags: baby girl sanji / bottom sanji / whimpering / crying / overstimulation / degradation

࿐ CROCODILE

〰 i need you | Crocodile x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: It's been a while since Crocodile last saw his partner, and they don't seem to be very happy. Tags: light angst / comfort / he's very sweet ok

࿐ NAMI

〰 What do you think? | Nami x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Face sitting Tags: Oral / Dom-Sub undertones (if you squint)

࿐ MONKEY D. LUFFY

〰 Pretty whimpers | Luffy x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Luffy decides to make you company while you're on night watch... or that he needs your company, actually. Tags: Edging / Whimpering / Clinging / Fingering / Penetration / Hes just a baby, rip

࿐ SABO

〰 Scream | Sabo x [gn, afab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Masked Tags: Also contains roleplay and a little of bondage / Sabo and reader roleplay Scream / Recording / Transmasc friendly

〰 three knuckles deep | Sabo x [gn, afab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Fingering Tags: transmasc friendly / he teases reader a lot / some orgasm delay

࿐ PORTGAS D. ACE

〰 Misused day | Ace x [trans, mtf] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: You think Ace could use his free time doing something better than training. Tags: Worshipping / Light oral fixation / Lingerie / Ace is lovely

࿐ SMOKER

〰 be useful | Smoker x [gender-neutral] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Authority Tags: face fucking / oral / sloppy ass writing, sorry

࿐ EUSTASS KID

〰 only for me us | Law x [gn, afab] Reader x Kid | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: cucking Tags: Transmasc friendly / use of 'pussy' / Penetration / Exhibitionism

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〰 pink lilies and red carnations | Kikunojo x [ftm] Reader | Oneshot

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〰 take a look at my girlfriend | Vivi x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: SFW and NSFW headcanons about dating Vivi! Tags: very sweet ! / she's so lovely / vague but i can write oneshots if requested

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[moonbaby26]

Title: Basement Negotiations

(Chapter 1 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Reader/(Y/N) type: cis female marine

Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader as primary. Smoker x Reader is in the past. And Kuzan/Aokiji x Reader is there a little too.

Chapter Warnings: nonconsensual, dubious consent, language, violence, biting, blood, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving)

Chapter Synopsis: Imagine being an overly ambitious young marine under Tsuru’s command. You’ve just had a very public breakup with Smoker, and without knowing also caught the Heavenly Demon’s eye for quite a while now. But you may have finally crossed the line in interfering with the warlord’s business dealings. Either way, Doflamingo will make sure you get what you deserve.

Chapters: 1, 2

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“You aren’t listening!” Smoker barked back at you, those two cigars pinched between his now bared teeth.

Things had unraveled here so quickly. Just minutes ago you’d been calmly following him as he’d asked to have a private word in the courtyard here at Mariejois.

For three months the two of you had been apart on assignments in different seas, and almost nightly you’d imagined finally seeing him again. You’d envisioned sharing a bed once more and doing everything you knew you had both been waiting for.

But now Smoker’s expression was practically a snarl and it just snapped something deeper within you as that final straw broke.

All the weeks that it’d been hard to get him by transponder snail, you hadn’t even worried. He was busy. You were busy. And you’d finally made the rank of captain. That next crucial step towards your own dream of becoming a vice admiral someday. You’d been riding that emotional high, just anticipating getting to celebrate together with him.

But this man who you thought would share in your pride and accomplishments the most, looked you dead in the eyes and said you had an obsession. That your desire to so rapidly climb the ranks at the expense of all else was not healthy. You were going to crash and burn, and he would no longer be a party to that.

But he hadn’t wanted to do this over snail. He’d come all this way just to tell you that the two of you were over straight to your face.

And as hotheaded as the both of you could be, the resulting argument had escalated explosively to this.

His subordinate Tashigi had dashed out, tears almost in her eyes by then as she begged for the fight to stop. You considered her a friend, but even she wasn’t enough to reason with you then as you’d landed the first solid kick against his clenched jaw.

A haki infused strike that even a logia fruit user couldn’t dissipate away from. The sound of the connect had been audible through the courtyard as he reeled back.

“He thinks I’m weak!” You called out spitefully to Tashigi as you immediately followed up to invert your body with a dive and a handspring that let your legs wrap around Smoker’s neck next before he could fly away.

Every place your bodies touched, you coated with haki in order to keep a hold of him. He tried to grab your thighs, but you still completed the maneuver to set him off balance and pull him down to the ground instead.

You wouldn’t stop fighting now until you either drew first blood or pinned him as symbolic victory. Because it drove something in you absolutely livid to be thought of as physically less than any other marine.

What he framed as caring about you, you could now only see as him not believing in your strength and ability to outlast your peers.

He didn’t know what sacrifices you’d already made. How hard it had been to claw your way up even to this point. You had worked so doggedly to be here, and you would go even higher, with or without him.

You knew you could mitigate his abilities better in close quarters. But he did knock you back enough to finally turn to smoke and take to the air.

Besides your haki though, your other weapon of choice was the rope dart you now unwrapped from your shoulder. He wasn’t out of your range yet as you infused the dagger with more of your power and launched it at him in the air.

You sensed his frustration mounting as well, and you knew he was about to make a mistake. You saw it so clearly in your mind that you focused on nothing else.

And that was the exact moment in which you lost the battle, as you didn’t account for the surprise attack from behind.

You did gasp aloud as your feet seized to the ground. The sudden cold felt like knives piercing all the way up your bare legs and beneath your skirt as your upper body stilled in that brief paralysis.

Your rope dart went limp on the ground as you’d stopped controlling it. You were trying to catch your breath as that unnatural cold had risen all the way up into your chest then.

“Enough sparring for this morning…don’t you think?” A new voice questioned calmly, yet still imposing enough behind you.

“You always take his side,” You muttered through an involuntary shiver. You’d completely lost feeling in your legs by the time Aokiji walked by you with his hands back in his pockets.

“Congratulations on making captain.” The admiral said sincerely. Before adding, “Tsuru said she has a new assignment for you though. I’d head fast to her office, yeah?”

You stared after him in surprise as he kept walking, but with a mix of a little dread building in you all the same. Tsuru was the last person you wanted to be scolded by right now. But this fight had all happened so fast. Could she already know? 

You quickly started refocusing your haki to melt off the ice. It looked like little bits of steam coming off of your legs before you were able to stagger forward with the rest of the excess ice shattering off of you as it fell to the ground in chunks.

Smoker was possibly getting reprimanded by Aokiji next. You could see them talking now. But the two men were friends, so it was doubtful. You really only saw Tashigi still looking upset, like she wanted to say something to you. But you turned your back to them all after collecting your weapon to wrap it back around your shoulder.

When you did so, you realized just how much of an audience you’d acquired in the courtyard. Not just people all gawking on the ground level, but shadows moving in the balconies above as well. Too many to care about right now as your long marine coat flowed behind you as you stormed off.

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No part of Mariejois was actually a marine base. But in cooperation with the World Government, these administrative offices and meeting areas were shared with the marines.

You moved purposefully through the familiar corridors then, only stopping briefly at the women’s restroom area to mirror check yourself.

There was no time to change. All you could do was button closed your marine coat enough to cover up how your skirt and the bottom of your shirt were still wet from the melted ice. 

You then took a wet towel next to clean your face of scuffs or dirt. It wasn’t so much vanity though as it was pride. You couldn’t look too disheveled, because that would mean that Smoker really had gotten the best of you.

He had been your longest physical relationship to this point. Two years of your life to that man. And now he’d just pulled the rug out from under you as his thanks for all the effort. 

And as you’d turned away from the mirror, you heard the door and two other women coming in. They were talking amongst themselves.

“And she just attacked him right out there in front of everyone!”

“What a psycho!”

By their clothing, they were just two World Government clerks, glorified coffee getters actually. Not anyone whose opinion you gave a shit about even as the color drained from their faces when they saw you.

But you didn’t have the time, just shouldering roughly past them and right back out the door.

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As you entered Tsuru’s temporary office, still concerned for whatever discipline might await you there, you were only surprised to see a couple more of the crew helping her pack her things rapidly away.

“You’re leaving already, ma’am?” You asked, knowing the whole purpose of the trip here had been for the warlord meeting she was always a part of.

Even as a captain yourself now, your official post was still on her battleship. You had sailed under this woman from your very first marine recruitment actually. And for the dynamics of Tsuru’s crew, that meant she was more like a stern mother figure to you by this point.

“There’s been an incident near Amazon Lily.” She responded while sliding her notebooks into one of the bags they had. “Sengoku has asked that we go immediately and deescalate the situation to mitigate any casualties.”

It was no secret that Tsuru preferred a mostly female crew. So logically it’d make sense for you all to deal with Hancock and her Kuja Pirates if it came down to it.

“Yes, ma’am.” You answered, relieved to already have another fight to focus on really. “I’ll go to the ship now and help ready for sail then.” You had started to turn on your heel for the hallway too before she responded.

“You’re not coming with us.” The Vice Admiral cut you off.

The confusion in your eyes as you looked back must have been evident as she immediately continued.

“The warlord meeting is starting now. I need you to present that report on the war in Charybdis in my place. The World Government is still hemming and hawing about giving us the funding needed to move into that area.”

Yes, you were the one who had made the report for her in the first place. But always with the intention that it would have her authority as a vice admiral behind it when presented.

She knew you well though, and even that brief moment of silence made clear your hesitation. Of course she would have none of it. “You know the data better than anyone else. It’s your report, so make it work. Get us that funding.”

“I’m not a salesman, Tsuru-san.” You still protested. If the marines didn’t move in to turn the tide in that war soon, so many more lives were going to be lost. It was not minor politics to be played at by a novice.

“You don’t have to be a salesman. Be yourself, that’s authentic enough. They’ll believe you as long as you’re firm on it. And when it’s over, you can sail back to Marineford on Sengoku’s ship this evening.”

She shoved the report folders into your arms next, the last things that had been on her now cleared desk. “File everything of the reports in the government archive here too when done please. We may still need to reference them again later for those other things we talked about.”

“Of course,” You could only agree reflexively, knowing now she had obviously made up her mind.

And you were all walking back into the hall together soon after as they’d taken everything else that they needed.

“Good luck, (Y/N)!” Your other crewmates offered cheerfully.

But it was Tsuru whose brow still furrowed as if she’d remembered one last important thing. She spoke to you quickly, but with emphasis. “The only two warlords who showed up today are Bartholomew Kuma-” Because of course he always did. “But also Donquixote Doflamingo.” Who almost never did. 

And her eyes were truly serious in that moment as she warned you. “I would say Doflamingo must have a vested interest in the war as well for him to come here now. Nothing altruistic either I’m sure. You’ll be fine with Sengoku there of course. But, do not let your guard down with that pirate. He’s conniving and dangerous. You know this.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You answered again. Tsuru had been the vice admiral chasing Doflamingo from long before he had immunity as a warlord. And before he had been king of Dressrosa either. You’d been there for some of it too, all the way back from those North Blue days as a chore girl on her ship. But you knew their shared history predated even your time on her crew.

That brief look she gave you of still lingering worry was what finally made you relax slightly though. Because it wasn’t that same patronizing concern that Smoker had had.

Tsuru knew damned well what you were capable of. She didn’t try to keep too tight of a leash on you either. She had always done her best just to guide you instead. Direct the weapon instead of dismantle it. 

“I’ll be fine.” You nodded at her. “I won’t be intimidated by someone like Doflamingo. It’d be an embarrassment to our crew.”

“I know. But go on then and be careful. They’ll already be starting.” She shooed you on after, before you both turned to head in your opposite directions.

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And they had already started. You’d paused briefly, making sure your posture was just right and befitting of a marine before you walked in through the ornate meeting hall doors.

Vice Admiral Momonga was speaking about previous meetings’ minutes as you kept your calm even as you realized every chair seemed already occupied.

Mostly by lesser staff, World Government fodder likely here as well only for discussions about the Charybdis war. They would be your audience soon enough for this damned report.

There was at least one chair still open though as you rounded the table. And you thought you knew why. No one wanted to sit by the warlords.

But if they had to choose one, apparently they still chose Kuma. Because at this far curve of the table, it was another marine, then Kuma, then Doflamingo, the one empty chair, and then another government official.

So you didn’t have a choice as you slid silently into the empty seat beside Doflamingo and placed Tsuru’s folders on the table.

No one seemed to acknowledge your arrival. And that was fine as you were trying to discreetly reread the reports as the others kept working through their normal meeting preamble. You’d turned these reports in to Tsuru over a week ago, so the refresher was prudent.

But even as you listened while reading, there was something else that almost immediately distracted you.

The heady scent of cologne. It was odd to think that anything could smell so expensive. But it very much did as you saw movement in your peripheral vision.

You refused to look away from your paperwork though. Even as Doflamingo sank slightly down in his chair, as if he were getting more comfortable. His hands were in his pockets as he spread his knees wide open. 

The warlord’s bright capris pants were then encroaching into your space to almost touch your own knees before you shifted your legs carefully away from him.

Your knees remained closed, then pointing towards the government official on the other side of you as you kept reading. 

You didn’t know if anything in Doflamingo’s actions was intentional. But when he had moved, you’d smelled that cologne just minutely stronger. Affirming that the rich scent was indeed from the tall pirate.

Sengoku was speaking next. And you did finally glance up as you heard the fleet admiral mention you.

“Vice Admiral Tsuru has been unexpectedly occupied with a sudden matter concerning the Kuja pirates. Her subordinate, Captain (Y/N) will be presenting the Charybdis report in lieu of Tsuru this morning.”

And damn if every eye in the room wasn’t on you then. Though that oddly excited feeling was there as well as you realized it was the first time you’d been so publicly addressed as a captain. And there was absolutely no shame to also be noted as Tsuru’s subordinate in the same breath considering the immense respect you had for that woman.

“I do thank you for joining us on such short notice, (Y/N).” Sengoku continued, before uttering the words that really put the pressure on you. “If you could please go ahead and present the report. I know you likely have work elsewhere as well.”

“Yes, sir.” You answered as a visual transponder snail was passed in your direction. 

Never had you presented at this level. But you’d been in enough lower level staff meetings to know the technology as second nature when you let the snail broadcast the documents onto one of the large screens that had been brought into the room.

You’d also been taught to stand whenever giving information to those who outranked you. So you were in your element as best as you could be, pushing your chair away to stand as you just got right into it to begin speaking.

But that wasn’t the hard part either you knew. Giving the information in a digestible format was one thing. Where it really came down to it would be when the questions started. You knew all too well that Tsuru had put her trust in you to not only relay your report, but to defend it as well.

And so you talked about the contributing factors of the war, the major players in it, the casualty estimates to this point, and the destabilization that it was ever escalating in the region.

To any humanitarian, the horrors of those details alone should have warranted full marine forces to intervene and force an armistice to stem the bloodshed immediately.

But you knew the real ways the World Government worked as well. And so lastly was the thing you were most trying to “sell” if anything. Your estimates on just how much was now being lost in trade and taxes with this region because of the indefinite conflict.

You wanted the government to conclude that it’d still be cheaper to deploy the marines in what would surely be a drawn out demilitarization of the area, than it would be to just let things continue unchecked as they had been.

The only variable that you really still worried about was who exactly was feeding the weapons sales on both sides. You’d only gotten an alias out of the pirates and mercenaries you’d captured on the ground there.

There was some individual named Joker still operating out there that they were more afraid of than even your rope around their throats.

You had told Tsuru of course, but both of you had agreed to omit this name from the reports. Because you didn’t know how in bed that individual may already be with the government. The criminals you’d interrogated had been too low level to know either.

That would be a beast to chase another day.

And when you were finally done with all of this and the questions did begin, it was the onslaught you’d expected. Just one voice after another, over and over.

They wanted verification of figures, verification of sources, this, that, everything.

It was hard not to grow irritable after awhile. You’d rather have been doing punishment laps in Marineford with Akainu screaming at you by then rather than defending all these inane quibbles the government officials had.

But finally the moment came where you waited for the next stupid bureaucrat to speak and only silence rose up instead. 

Sengoku was a savior though, as after just that first initial silence he made sure to close the interrogation for good. “Thank you again, Captain.” He nodded to you. “This information will surely weigh heavily on our decision whether to mobilize forces to the region. We won’t keep you either. You are dismissed.”

You could have hugged the Fleet Admiral by then. But of course you didn’t let the relief show, only nodding respectfully before picking up all Tsuru’s folders again as you remained standing, then sliding your chair back in.

Sengoku was already speaking once more to the others as you turned to leave the table. And in your intense focus to defend your report, you hadn’t realized that at some point your warlord neighbor had further stretched out one of his long legs. But this time directly behind you.

It had to be on purpose now as you’d turned around and immediately tripped over it.

Only your reflexes saved you. Well arguably so as even though you didn’t fall, you’d had to reach out one arm to catch yourself.

The folders were clutched to you. But your other hand grabbed the nearest thing to steady your body.

As Doflamingo was still seated, it would have just been his shoulder if he were any normal man. But with his taller height, your palm then splayed out against his goddamned bare chest beneath his open shirt.

It was only a second of skin to skin contact. Your palm against the bottom edge of his stupidly firm pectoral muscle. And you prayed that no one else even saw it as you’d recoiled your hand just as fast and straightened up to keep walking. You may have even scratched him with your fingernails for how hard you’d pulled back.

Before now, Doflamingo had not made a single sound the entire time you’d been in this room either. But you heard a disapproving cluck of his tongue as you passed him.

And then something else that pulled from deeper down in him. It was so low, that you doubted anyone else could have possibly heard it.

“Tease.” Was the menacing whisper, making it the first time you’d ever heard that foul man’s voice directed to you alone.

But you didn’t look back. Physically relieved actually as soon as those doors had closed back behind you, and you’d been able to escape to the corridor with the outside guards looking on.

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You tried to remember your promise to Tsuru of not being intimidated by Doflamingo as you moved through the halls on your way to the archive next. But your body was ignoring your brain somehow. 

You felt flustered again. Not so unlike you had with Smoker this morning. But it was clearly different. With Smoker you’d been angry, hurt even if you were finally being honest with yourself.

You felt angry now too obviously. That some arrogant warlord would try to embarrass you in front of your superiors like that. 

But that wasn’t all. You were frustrated by his insinuation. Because why did he say that to you? It wasn’t even the word really. It was the way in which he said it.

Tease.

Like a promise…or a threat. You realized just how much your conflicted feelings must show on your face as well for the very weird look the World Government pencil pusher gave you as you walked up to their desk at the entrance of the basement archives.

“Security clearance please.” The worker still said reflexively.

“Captain (Y/N).” You said your designation as you flashed your marine card from out of your pocket. “I’m bringing these documents to be filed about the Charybdis war.” As Tsuru had also requested you to do earlier.

The clerk looked at the government numbering on one of the folders briefly. “Bottom level, store room D. Please leave them in the return lockbox there and they will be cataloged in three to five business days.”

Ah, the joys of bureaucracy. “Thank you,” You said anyway as they pressed a button on their desk to unlock the stairwell door.

Once you were past the door and you heard the deadbolts slide back closed again though, you sighed.

You just needed to forget all of it. Fuck Smoker and his betrayal, fuck Doflamingo and his mind games. Nothing was supposed to be like this today. 

But to your horror, you realized your eyes were finally trying to water a little as you began the long descent.

The basement archives were an absurd thirteen levels and you were now heading for the bottom as you descended the narrow stairwell.

Of course everyone had warned you. They’d said that you would be too much for Smoker to put up with in the long run. But you’d wanted him. Or maybe you’d just wanted someone who could hold his own against you period. And Smoker had just happened to be who fit the bill and was available at that time.

You wiped idly at your face and the new dampness there. You’d waited three months too, thinking you’d have a real man in your bed again tonight. You’d behaved in every port of call and ignored the cat calls and the stares of useless boys in the ranks in order to stay abstinent.

And for what?

To be left with nothing but a goodbye fight in the middle of Mariejois.

So that’s where your mind really was as you kept on down the stairs. The overly loud ventilation fans made even hearing your own footsteps difficult. But the constant white noise was kind of soothing too.

As you finally entered storage room D on the very bottom level, you had to click the lights on. There was a large metal table in the room’s center, with rows of shelving all around. Shelves full of different file boxes, as you found the lockbox noted for those still to be filed. 

You slid your paperwork into the slot to complete your task. But hesitated after, now thinking how little your somewhat irritated thighs were going to enjoy the equally lengthy stair climb back up.

All alone at last, you opened your marine coat then to take a better look at your bare legs. The damage really wasn’t all that noticeable visually. But couldn’t Aokiji just have stopped at your calves? Did he have to ice burn you so far upward past that?

You were fiddling with your tight skirt next, trying to shift it slightly so that the side seam wasn’t pressing as much into the irritated skin there when you actually caught the smell of something.

Just the faintest hint of expensive cologne, completely out of place here as you realized with a sudden dread that you had left your back to the open doorway. 

Your observation haki was still the weaker of the two types you possessed. But not unusable to you, especially when it screamed in your mind to move now as your body instantly chose fight over flight.

You could actually feel the air movement against the tears still in your eyes as Doflamingo’s strings passed you in a near miss as you dodged.

The coil of your rope dart was already slid off your shoulder by then as well. The dagger tip and rope glowing with haki as you struck back at your attacker, launching your weapon towards the doorway in a blur.

For how tall he was, the warlord moved as fast as anyone you’d ever fought though. Faster even, with only your haki keeping him from shredding your rope dart with his strings as they entangled one another.

His long fingers were jerking this way and that as you tried to keep up. It was exceedingly more difficult to protect yourself and your weapon at the same time.

His strings were slicing through anything they contacted. The lockbox you’d just used exploded like confetti behind you.

String after string was dancing around your body too as you blocked with a pepper of armament coating. The confines of the room made strategy limited. There were only so many evasive moves you could make before you had to get in closer to him.

And your legs were your best weapon once the rope dart was out of play. You were too close to him now to get enough throw in the dart anyway, switching to kicks as your heavy ankle boots went for him hard.

Hard enough that he grunted with the rapid strikes, actually taking a few steps back. But you knew his own coating was protecting all those vital points just as quickly.

Haki meeting haki over and over as you tried to be fast enough to find a weak spot before he could cover it.

And when you couldn’t with your feet, you went for punches instead. You knew the switch up may give you a single chance to land a significant blow, and it really did.

He had still been focusing on your legs as you’d sprung off of your foot, up in the air, but then clocking him as hard as you possibly could in the left side of his face with your haki flared out from that punch.

The connect and the resulting way his face whipped to the side was the most satisfying thing you had experienced in ages. Even more so than hitting Smoker this morning in front of everyone. 

But your satisfaction was short lived as Doflamingo’s leg came up in brutal retribution.

“Athlete!” He snarled the named attack, his entire leg coated with that aura of willpower then and strings arcing behind it from his foot as you tried to block.

It was too strong to matter though. Even though you did block him, your back still crashed into the far wall after the hit. Files flew everywhere through the air as you had shattered and twisted multiple rows of shelves when you’d been sent straight through them.

You’d coated your spine and the back of your head before the hit to keep from having your back broken or worse. But it still knocked the wind out of you and hurt like a mother fucker before Doflamingo’s hand was then tight around your throat before you could hope to charge him again. 

He’d crossed the room in an instant to follow you. And you choked once initially in his grip, but didn’t plead as you glared up into those blood red glasses now looming above you.

That single moment of being stunned was all it took for him to lock you in place as well as you felt the strings now tightening around your arms and legs when he pinned you.

He was breathing audibly though with blood running from the side of his mouth as he did so. Your earlier punch had put his cheek into his teeth enough to shred some of that inner flesh you realized.

You could see the hateful sneer on his face and the angry blood vessel bulging on his forehead. But he didn’t even speak at first. When his strings were fully tight enough on your limbs, only then did his hand release your throat.

Which let you take a gasping breath of course, refilling your lungs as soon as able. Yet you felt his fingers on the side of your face next. Calloused fingertips as they moved roughly across your tear streaks to smear them even further.

“Don’t tell me you came down here just to pity yourself.” He said almost as a growl then. 

“I thought you liked to fight.” He added soon after though. But the way he was watching you made it feel like he was beginning to pivot from frustration to gloating already.

“You attacked a marine unprovoked.” You breathed again, trying to get some mental grasp back by falling into protocol. “Your immunity doesn’t give you that right.”

His head tilted slightly at your wording, that predatory body language remaining. “Unprovoked?” He was starting to smile too. But it was an equally cruel looking expression. “I strongly disagree.”

And to your shock, the strings around your legs actually started to spread them open as he only smiled larger. “You have no idea how long this has been coming. Tsuru’s little pet…” He mocked with an unnerving chuckle. “And she finally let you out of the nest alone. What did she expect would happen?”

As he said this, he only paused long enough to remove that gaudy pink feather coat, hanging it out of his way on one of the mangled shelves.

But this boded even worse for you. Showing he was planning on remaining here for more than a short time as you tried to move against the strings abruptly then. Even testing your haki to see if you could weaken them that way. But as thin as they were, they were just too many to break. 

At least not without incurring severe injury on yourself. You felt the immediate sting as blood ran down from one of your calves to drip on the floor when you’d pulled too hard against the sharp strands.

“Mmm.” He almost cooed, watching the fresh blood for a moment as he partially rolled up the white sleeves of his open dress shirt. “Willing to lose some limbs just to show me how tough you really are then?” He questioned. 

But you shuddered as his hand found your inner thigh immediately after. He steadied your leg with his grip initially, actually keeping the string from digging in further. But he didn’t stop there as his palm slid up for his long fingers to press against your underwear after.

“You can’t be serious.” You spoke in complete disbelief at the unwanted touch. He was a warlord, a fucking king of an entire country actually. In what world would he feel the need to prove anything by forcing himself on the likes of you? Maybe that wasn’t where your thought process should have been in this moment. But that’s where it goddamn went as he started to massage you shamelessly through the fabric.

It just didn’t make sense for him to risk his status for such a basic crime. It really didn’t.

“I already told you.” He chided as he never looked away from your face now. “You and me…you’ve been playing with this fire for quite awhile, little marine. Fair is fair.”

What was he talking about!? You’d never even interacted with him before now. Not directly at least, and never alone.

You were startled again though as with just another flick of his fingers, your underwear was cut apart. He pulled the loose fabric away, letting the pieces fall to the ground as his probing fingers replaced the previous massaging immediately.

“And don’t worry about us being interrupted.” His voice was so smooth too as if he wasn’t now attempting to finger fuck you just below your skirt. “That peon upstairs isn’t going to say a word. I work for the World Government remember? And my influence here is still more than most would think.”

“But the marines,” You shifted, trying and failing to sound threatening at all as one of his fingers pressed quickly past your sensitive entrance.

“Heh,” he laughed a little as you tightened around his finger, trying to resist it moving deeper. “I told your cohorts that I had to take a piss. But my string clone is being a good boy in my place by now I’m sure.”

“The fuck did I ever do to you!?” You retorted at that, hating how simple it all really was. Was no one really going to realize his trick? And would he just kill you when it was all said and done to keep you from talking about this?

“You really are trying to bait me, aren’t you?” He laughed again. “Can’t I just say I want to fuck you? What’s so wrong with that? I’ve seen you around for how many years now? In your slutty little skirts, always ready to fight. But still ignoring me like the bitch that you are.”

No, you still didn’t fully believe that. There was more to this. You’d done something that made you a threat. But you’d be stupid to rile him up too much again. So you tried to focus on just surviving the here and now.

“And you’re still tighter than I thought you’d be.” He commented anyway though, clearly giving his attention back to the way your walls kept closing on his finger. “I bet even a weakling like Smoker felt big in there didn’t he? I saw the show you put on with him earlier. Made me a little jealous…” 

His voice was also trying so hard to entice you. Every time he spoke, you felt like you were reacting to that just as much as his touch.

“Was that pissant really what you were crying over though? Did he break that little marine heart?” He continued, tracing another finger over your shirt, directly between your breasts at the word. “You know…the best revenge is just getting right back up and onto a new cock.”

The odd way his tone still deepened then, was he speaking from experience? You’d heard the rumors about him and Sir Crocodile. 

But Doflamingo was also really moving his other hand harshly between your legs now. You could feel how slick it had already gotten to your shame as well.

Men or women, it likely didn’t matter to him. As long as he got to be the one in control. But still, why you?

“You talk a lot.” Was what you finally said, trying not to let your hips move against his hand like your traitorous body already wanted to do. He’d added a second finger inside you now, spreading things even a little more.

But he didn’t get angry when you responded again. It was as if he’d been waiting for it actually. 

“Then kiss me and shut me up you marine bitch.” He taunted in return. Yet with it obvious that you were restrained and could make no such move before he suddenly bent down to take your lips by force instead.

And there was nothing you could do but endure as his obscene tongue quickly pushed its way past your teeth. The taste of his blood from your earlier punch was still heavily there as well.

He made a greedy sound against your lips, trying to coax your own tongue out as you held back.

And when you wouldn’t meet him there, he suddenly bit your bottom lip instead. Hard enough that you yelped into his mouth and pulled against the strings again.

But he only laughed as he grabbed you by the back of your head. Keeping you from biting him in return before the blood started pooling from your wound.

“You really thought you wouldn’t be punished for trying to break my goddamn jaw earlier, woman?” He was still smiling as he said it though, now watching your blood run down your chin.

“I think red really is your color though.” He added needfully too, and before you could turn your face away, he’d leaned in again to actually lick the blood trail from your skin.

Which transitioned into another wet kiss even as he held your hair with his fist tight against your scalp.

“Just accept what I’m offering you, woman.” He growled a little as he broke the kiss once more. “You want to live I’m sure. But I’m not unreasonable. Keep your mouth shut after this, and I’ll make sure your rank doesn’t stop at captain either. There’s no reason we can’t both have what we want.”

“You don’t even know me.” Somehow you still found those words to say. Even if you knew it was useless. You’d made the mistake of briefly glancing down when he’d shifted too. His large arousal was now obvious through his already tight pants.

But he spoke again regardless. “Don’t I? I know ruthlessness when I see it. Ambition.” Abruptly he’d slid his fingers back out of you now. His smile was nearly ear to ear. “That’s why Smoker turned on you. Don’t you get it?”

And you could only be more surprised as he squatted down in front of you without warning. Long legs bent, his ass almost touching the ground. But not quite as he grabbed your outer thighs to start pushing your skirt up and out of his way.

“They’re afraid of you, darling.” Doflamingo nearly purred, the warmth of his breath then against your exposed slit.

“So I’m the man you need now.” He said almost softly, just before his mouth closed around you.

You bucked and it only made him press harder, he was sucking you audibly. Mouthing your clit before letting his long tongue back out to sweep across it as if it needed to be licked clean. As if it was his absolute mission to send those trembles through your thighs and hear you whimper for him.

He had no hesitation, no shame at all as he kept his mouth and nose buried against you. You could feel even his glasses scraping your skin as he worked roughly and you shuddered multiple times.

“You see?” He did speak after another long lick, looking up at you again. “You want it don’t you? All of it. So take it. That’s what power is.”

He really was a manipulator, changing as fast as the tides to meet his goals. To imagine this level of confidence existing naturally in anyone would have been hard to believe if you hadn’t been right here to witness it.

“Are you recruiting me or fucking me, warlord?” You asked, but too overstimulated for it to sound like anything more than you struggling with yourself now.

He stood back to his full imposing height then, yet fondly licking the residue of you off of his mouth as he did so. 

“Both.” He answered simply.

And as he said that, another few flicks of his fingers had every button falling off of your shirt. Both his hands spread your shirt open after, before he started feeling across the newly exposed skin.  

There were bruises across your torso of course, but also still those little reddened areas from Aokiji’s ice burns of earlier. You realized just how much attention Doflamingo was paying to every inch of it too, tracing any damage before he slid your bra up and out of the way to begin squeezing your soft breasts.

“Is the rumor about you and Aokiji true as well?” The pirate asked straight out of the blue however as he looked over the light burns. “He did seem to take special care with you.”

“What?” You almost stammered as your chest continued to be groped, even as you felt another shift in the level of danger. Doflamingo was abruptly more serious again.

And when you didn’t immediately answer him, those glasses were staring straight through you.

“You’ve fucked him too haven’t you?” He clarified, as if you were too slow to understand.

And of course you had known what he meant the first time. The question was why it suddenly mattered, and why you knew to your core that things would explode now if you lied to him.

“We did.” You answered quietly. This was something you never talked about. “Before Smoker. But it didn’t last.” And even then, you felt you had to say why. “He thought I was too young then.”

“I remember that,” Doflamingo actually admitted though, squeezing your breasts a little harder then. Almost to the point of being painful after your confession.

“The rookie that already knew haki. Another pain in the ass whenever Tsuru’s ship would roll up in one of my towns before I became a warlord. I lost a lot of soldiers to prisons throughout the North Blue because of you all.”

Yet he didn’t sound angry anymore over that part of it. And he just kept on. “But now with Smoker out of the picture…I wouldn’t be surprised if Aokiji tries you for another round. You’re all grown up and an officer after all. But too bad for him, I got here first…”

And as if to reiterate that point, Doflamingo leaned down and kissed you again without warning. But even with your bloody lip, it was still different than any one he’d given you before now. He wasn’t dominating this time. He wasn’t even forcing you. It was a real kiss as you finally allowed your tongue to reciprocate in complete surprise to yourself.

Because it actually felt so very good. Good enough that you even made a wanting sound, leaning into it a little more.

You wanted to be held then too. But his hands weren’t on your chest anymore. He was doing something with them, and you weren’t watching as you were living for this kiss in this moment with your eyes closed.

It didn’t take long however to realize the trade off that had already been made. Because you felt the pressure of his newly freed cock against your entrance soon after. That was what his hands had been doing, loosening his pants enough to free himself.

It was so sudden. And he didn’t give you the option of even a verbal refusal either. You just felt yourself stretch abruptly as the head pushed inside of you.

He had straightened up again by then, breaking the kiss as he did so. And whatever pathetic sound you made at the pain of penetration, had him only stroking his fingers across your hair and scalp as he kept pressing in further with his other arm snaking around your back to hold you to him.

“Good girl, let me in…” You heard him breathe as you continued to stretch. “Open up for me.”

He was the biggest you’d ever felt. But you refused to even look down, not wanting to see how disgustingly your poor skin would be pulled to tearing just to hold his girth inside of you.

“Relax.” He commanded again. Moving his hips ever so slowly as his skin slid against your inner walls, still going deeper.

When his tip finally bumped against your cervix, you heard him chuckle quietly as you tried to bury your face against him in the pain. “See?” He spoke in almost a whisper above you, so intimate now. “There’s the bottom. That’s as bad as it’ll be.” His fingers were still stroking your hair as well, like petting a wounded beast.

And even inside you then as deep as he could go, his hips still weren’t flush with yours. He was just that sizable. But that tightness clearly was pleasurable enough for him as he moaned a little already, starting to move his hips in a slow pumping motion.

It was maddening. Both torturous, but overwhelmingly erotic to be filled like you never had been before. Pleasure and pain shifting back and forth interchangeably as his thrusting began to quicken.

His breathing had changed too. You could hear the almost desperation in what was becoming more a panting sound as he let himself give in.

You even felt the strings start to loosen as he wanted to hold you more with his own hands. He had grabbed your legs behind the knees now, bidding you to wrap yourself around him as he picked you up.

“Fuck me, (Y/N). Come on. I want to hear you.” He said in the closest tone to begging that you thought anyone would ever hear from this man. All the while his hips kept pumping into you.

And it was the very first time he’d called you by name as well. Not bitch, not marine, not girl or woman. He was talking to you as he fucked you shamelessly. And he wanted the same attention in return.

“Doflamingo…” You finally said it too, holding on to him as the strings let go even more in response.

You felt so sore already, so it wasn’t easy to start to move your hips for him as well. But he groaned as soon as you did, his fingertips then digging possessively into your ass as you pumped up and down on his shaft while he stood there holding you.

You even felt a slight shudder go through him before he started to walk. Still inside of you, he carried you back to the center of the room and the metal table there before roughly setting you down on its edge.

His movements weren’t smooth at all by now. He was far too consumed as he forced you onto your back, your cunt still hanging off the table edge with his hard cock inside.

He loomed over you as he held your legs up against his torso and started thrusting so hard in and out again.

So much so that the table legs screeched as they shifted a few inches across the floor while you cried out.

He growled in pure satisfaction at your own sounds. But he wasn’t talking anymore. He was watching you as he fucked you, as if trying to commit your every tremble and whimper to memory. 

Your exposed breasts were moving with your body as you panted for him. His fingernails dug into one of them, making you cry again as he shuddered once more.

It was only when he realized you’d turned your face away, that he grabbed you by the jaw to make you look at him again.

“You’re mine.” The words were almost animalistic when they left his throat. Only seconds before his orgasm overtook him and you got to see the proud Heavenly Demon bite his own lip, overwhelmed as his body absolutely trembled.

And to drive home that possessive declaration, he never even pulled out of you. You could feel the tell tale pulsing running up from the base of his cock instead as his seed released inside. He purposefully held his length in too, as deep as it could possibly go for your body to take in every drop of him that it could keep.

Only the overflow was sticky and warm as you felt it dripping out to run along your ass soon after. He was still watching you as it did too, a slick of sweat on his abdomen from the body heat the two of you had made.

You both stayed like that for what felt like the longest time too. Surviving in the little aftershocks and neither wanting to let go for a few minutes.

He was still panting too, before he leaned back down over you, finally letting his now softening cock slide back out with a wet sound.

And you didn’t resist as he kissed you again with your back still on the table. Even with the pressure of him finally removed from between your legs, it ached terribly as you felt the last of the strings detach from your skin as well.

He knew he didn’t need them to control you anymore.

It was actually you who was the first to speak though. Just staring into those emotionless glasses when the kisses finally stopped again. “What now?” You asked as you felt him touch your hair again.

He wasn’t smiling. But he was thinking. “It really would be a waste to kill you.” He eventually admitted. His fingers traced almost delicately across your throat next however.

“But I won’t tolerate you messing with my money again, do you understand? I’ll forget Charybdis this time. You can have it. Because it’s become more trouble than it’s worth now. But if you ever hear the name Joker again, keep your pretty head out of it.”

Your eyes widened just ever so slightly, realizing that your instincts had been correct all along then. He must have followed you down here to find out what you really knew. And to destroy the reports no doubt in case there was anything else in them that could come back to bite him.

Whatever lust he held for you was just a bonus. If it could be called that anyway.

“I don’t care about Joker,” You breathed in return, still with his hand touching you as you actually turned your face to move more into his palm. “If it wasn’t you, it just would have been the government instead. We knew that. We already let it go.”

He huffed slightly, but still ran his fingertip against your wounded lip in return. “Keep it that way then. Don’t make me ever regret sparing you. Because forgiveness won’t happen twice, even for you.”

With that he did back away, letting you sit up on the table at last.

And only then did you get to see his still wet cock as he grabbed it to begin tucking it back into his open pants. It wasn’t at its full glory any longer of course, soft now even with a visible vein running the length of it.

You did get the briefest glance of his impressive balls as well. Hung like a young bull almost before he’d pulled his pants back closed and started tying the drawstrings that held them around his waist.

“So you are a natural blond.” You mumbled tiredly, daring to smirk a little actually. You’d seen his short pubic hair around the base too. It looked like he’d shaved it recently and it was only just growing back a little. What a vain man.

“Heh.” He smiled lewdly, more back to his normal attitude then as he replied. “And I’ll expect you to kiss it next time.”

“Oh yeah?” You questioned despite yourself as you slid off the table back to standing. “Well I’m probably going to be arrested for treason and being a warlord fucker long before then.”

You couldn’t see his eyes, but his tone made it sound like they would be rolling at you now. “I told you I have more influence than you think. This room will be sealed and cleaned up as soon as we leave. They’ll say they misfiled your reports and that will be the end of it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. He’d put his pink feather coat back on now, and was just lingering with his hands in his pockets as he watched you also try to redress.

You’d pulled your bra back down and straightened it. Your skirt too before you’d buttoned your coat shut again as there was no way to close your shirt after he’d ripped the buttons off it earlier.

As you also regathered your weapon, you could only hope the cum still dripping out onto your thighs would remain contained in your skirt and coat until you could get to the showers and find a change of clothes.

It was him that spoke again though as he still watched you. “I wasn’t bullshitting earlier either. Just keep your friends off my ass and I’ll pull my strings literally and figuratively to get you promoted again soon enough.”

You glanced at him skeptically once more. “Just so you can have a high ranking marine in your pocket right?”

“Well of course. …And in my bed too.” At that he stuck his tongue out in a very vulgar gesture before laughing abruptly.

His legs were bent a little as he started to walk though, it looked funny until you realized he was trying to adjust himself. His still wet cock must have stuck to the inside of his pants. 

You tried not to think just how bad the larger implications might be in the future though as you followed him back out into the stairwell. You were saving your own life, and likely some of Tsuru’s crew as well by keeping Joker’s identity under wraps for now.

But he’d expect this same level of cooperation ever after too, wouldn’t he? And likely even more before long. As you doubted anything would really stop here with an opportunistic man like this.

You had certainly fucked up today. But there was no redo to be had now.

Looking up the stairs, even your body thought you were an idiot in this moment. The accumulation of two fights, being frozen, and being fucked hard enough to still be hurting all the way into your cervix had worn you down as you thought just how many individual steps still lay ahead.

Doflamingo only hesitated one more time as he saw that tired expression on your face.

“I could help you, you know…” He teased as he levitated up a few floors instantly through the use of his strings.

You blinked, realizing he’d likely gotten to skip the stairs coming down as well. He could go up or down so easily.

“But then again-” He flipped to hang upside down briefly in the stairwell, clearly showing off for you. “No pain, no gain…right, my little marine?”

And before you could respond, he’d shot straight up the stairwell and out of sight with a deep, echoing laugh as his only memento while you were left staring.

“What a dick.” You grumbled to no one then as you started trudging slowly up the very first flight.

You deserved it though. Didn’t you?

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Eddie Munson: Chains

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gen!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: tw Smoking, tw sharing cigarettes, tw smoking underage, fluff, D&D Game, Dustin being Dustin, snowy time of the year.

Summary: Stealing Eddie's jacket causes you to find a secret stash of cigarettes in his pocket.

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“Okay, dearie I’m going to start getting ready for tonights D&D game.” Eddie said to me as we walked down into the basement. Eddie is the leader of the HellFire Club.  His creativity was awe inspiring to the little freshman buddies. Dustin and Mike were always following his tail, and to be honest so was I. 

But of course I always have followed behind him for a few different reasons. Eddie has this perfect bright smile, the one he gets right before he goes in for another session with the boys. Eddie was their leader, a authority figure that the boys respected. I sometimes wonder what Dustin and the rest of the those freshman boys will do when Eddie leaves this school. 

Regardless, Eddie kissed me on the head and handed me his winter jacket. The snow outside wasn’t bad, but it was freezing and I had only recently convinced him that he needed to wear more then just his jean jacket. 

Eddie offered every time when he had a D&D session going on that I was more then welcome to come along. “Yeah I’ll come with you Eddie. I’ll stay out of the way though, mostly just read. Is that okay?” I asked his the first time, he grinned and came over to the kiss me on the forehead. 

Now it’s been a tradition since well probably our sophomore year. I’d read, do homework. Whatever I needed to study up on, and most of the times the games would go long that I’d end up falling asleep in the uncomfortable teachers chair that was being stored in the basement. The the principals dislike of Eddie and even D&D. They werent offered better things like that other clubs were. 

Altough that didn’t mean that I didn’t go out and buy things for his club.  I took Eddie’s jacket for warmth in the cold basement. Feeling around the arms and pockets to put out the whole length of the arms and the large lengthy body of the jacket. 

His uncle smoked and Eddie was Eddie which meant he would have probably stole his uncles pack of cigarettes at least once in his life. As I was feeling around the pockets of his jackets I found the familiar box shape, of cigarettes. 

The boys came filling in. Dustin was the first with his braced smiled, and Mike right behind him. Long hair that I was tempeed to tell him to cut, but kept my mouth shut. I watched more come in Gareth and Jeff. They waved at me and I waved back getting more settled as the crowd of fearless bards, and warrior met at the table. The last to come walking through was the younger Sinclair. 

Erica was a beast in this game and she surprised Eddie every time she was apart of the session. I could tell he wasn’t one to have big tells, but when Erica came out with wrath towards whatever in her way. It surprised Eddie. It was unlike him to actually say it, but we all knew it anyways. 

The noise started to become loud, and the kids were inthralled in the game. All apart of the session. Nobody would even notice as I slinked out, the carton of cigarettes were imprinted into my hand. My grip around the box had dented it. Cramping together. 

I got up, wrapping Eddies jacket around me. It was still warm from laying ontop of me the past hour. I pushed my arms through the large sleeves and threw the hoodie over my head as I pushed my way out of the door. 

But not forgetting to kick a rather rock just under the doors frame to make sure it stayed ajar. Our schools door had the tendency to be locked for outsiders and you were able to open them from the inside. The feat of trying to get back inside though that was D&D worthy. I had thought as I settled down on the slightly wet curb. ‘Do I have a lighter?’ 

I felt around the other pockets, and finally found a lighter in the inside pocket. I pulled it out , a normal silver lighter. But it looked like it had a few letters etched into the metal. I ran my thumb over the letters the dark sky wasn’t the much of a help in being able to read the letter. 

Etched in the metal was W.M. Most likely also stolen from his uncle, but I digress. I wasn’t much of a smoker, but the ideals had long been placed in my mind. My mom and dad yeah they were smokers. Born in the 50’s before they even knew the damages of what smoking could do to not just them but me as well. 

I had snuck a few away from them when a younger teen, and now I was more then willing to steal Eddies whole pack to be honest. I pulled out the pack from the other pocket. The cold air hitting my warm hand sent a shiver down my spine. 

I looked around the school lights were the only light as I lifted the pack open and took a rather cold whiff. The smell of tobacco was burned into my brain and it was a rather welcoming smell. Kids had teased when I was junior high about the way I always smelled like smoke and tobacco but I just ignored them. The smell was comforting to me in an odd specific way. 

I pulled one from the pack counting the amount that were left behind, and closed the pack before stuffing it back into the pocket of Eddie’s jacket. There was just about half left in the pack and that honestly meant that he wouldn’t notice that anything was gone by the time he came to the pack to take a smoke break. 

I brought the cigarette up to my lips. Slipping it between my dry and cold lips, and I brought the lighter up the tip of the cigarette. I stayed still for a moment, comtimplating lighting it at all. I guess it was long enough for Eddie to notice I was missing from my throne in the back of the basement and go on a quest to find me. I bet he freaked out for he first few seconds, and then very quickly had to think of a way to not show the kids that he was freaking out and excused himself in a douchebag way to just find me out in the courtyard near the garbage cans holding his uncles light up to my lips, and a cigarette dripping on my lips. 

“Whatcha doing, love?” I heard his husky voice. I turned the cigarette still clasped between my lips. His eye lite with something that I couldn’t figure out. “Ah, I see. You found my cigs, I didn’t realize a good girl like you smoke.” Eddie said. As he walked closer to me, he wasn’t upset from what I could tell. So I lite the cigarette and took a small drag before taking it from my lips. 

“I quess you found me.” I said quietly, the smoke still coming out with my words. He stood behind me for a moment. It was quiet, the only thing that could be heard was the breathing of the both of us. “I didn’t know that you smoked?” Eddie said, he was always a observant person. Somethings are just simple to hide, and that’s one of them. 

“Yeah for a while Eds. I figured you be upset that I just took one, but I took a chance it was getting pretty loud in that session I just needed a few. Out here” I said bringing the cigarette back up to my lip and taking a larger and longer drag, the smoke falling through my nose and out my mouth. 

“I won’t be upset if you share with me, Y/n.” He said with a twinkle in his eye. I smiled I could feel Eddie bend down to my level I brought the cigarette up to his lips. There weren’t chapped like mine, they were plump and delicious looking and tasting. One of the reasons why I was never far from him. 

He took a long drag and the ash fell from the tip before melting into the snow on the ground. “I can taste those tempting lips here.” Eddie says pointing to the end of the cigarette, and them letting his finger fall down to my actually lips. I kissed his finger, and turned my head. Even with Eddie coming down to my level it didn’t matter he was still taller then I was. 

“Fuck, Y/n I won’t be able to focus if you keep looking at me like that.” He said, his eyes not loosing his focus with me. I tried my hardest at a pair of bambi eyes. “Those eyes will be the death of me ya know.” Eddie said. 

“Um, guys can we get back to our session!” I heard Dustin say from afar. I broke into a giggle. “We’ve been caught,” Eddie whispered before pecking my lips. “Come on hurry up it’s cold out here and Erica and I have plans to beat this monster you threw at us, Eddie!” Dustin whined. “We gotta listen to the kiddo, Eddie,” I said dropping the cigarette to the snowy ground and stomping on it before linking hands with Eddie and walking towards a battle of death with Erica and Dustin. “Let’s go beat some little kids,” Eddie said smiling.

Completed on: 08/22/2022

Posted on: 08/22/2022

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