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lord-of-the-prompts · 2 years

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DESCRIBING THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES OF CHARACTERS:

Body

descriptors; ample, athletic, barrel-chested, beefy, blocky, bony, brawny, buff, burly, chubby, chiseled, coltish, curvy, fat, fit, herculean, hulking, lanky, lean, long, long-legged, lush, medium build, muscular, narrow, overweight, plump, pot-bellied, pudgy, round, skeletal, skinny, slender, slim, stocky, strong, stout, strong, taut, toned, wide.

Eyebrows

descriptors; bushy, dark, faint, furry, long, plucked, raised, seductive, shaved, short, sleek, sparse, thin, unruly.

shape; arched, diagonal, peaked, round, s-shaped, straight.

Ears

shape; attached lobe, broad lobe, narrow, pointed, round, square, sticking-out.

Eyes

colour; albino, blue (azure, baby blue, caribbean blue, cobalt, ice blue, light blue, midnight, ocean blue, sky blue, steel blue, storm blue,) brown (amber, dark brown, chestnut, chocolate, ebony, gold, hazel, honey, light brown, mocha, pale gold, sable, sepia, teakwood, topaz, whiskey,) gray (concrete gray, marble, misty gray, raincloud, satin gray, smoky, sterling, sugar gray), green (aquamarine, emerald, evergreen, forest green, jade green, leaf green, olive, moss green, sea green, teal, vale).

descriptors; bedroom, bright, cat-like, dull, glittering, red-rimmed, sharp, small, squinty, sunken, sparkling, teary.

positioning/shape; almond, close-set, cross, deep-set, downturned, heavy-lidded, hooded, monolid, round, slanted, upturned, wide-set.

Face

descriptors; angular, cat-like, hallow, sculpted, sharp, wolfish.

shape; chubby, diamond, heart-shaped, long, narrow, oblong, oval, rectangle, round, square, thin, triangle.

Facial Hair

beard; chin curtain, classic, circle, ducktail, dutch, french fork, garibaldi, goatee, hipster, neckbeard, old dutch, spade, stubble, verdi, winter.

clean-shaven

moustache; anchor, brush, english, fu manchu, handlebar, hooked, horseshoe, imperial, lampshade, mistletoe, pencil, toothbrush, walrus.

sideburns; chin strap, mutton chops.

Hair

colour; blonde (ash blonde, golden blonde, beige, honey, platinum blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry-blonde, sunflower blonde,) brown (amber, butterscotch, caramel, champagne, cool brown, golden brown, chocolate, cinnamon, mahogany,) red (apricot, auburn, copper, ginger, titain-haired,), black (expresso, inky-black, jet black, raven, soft black) grey (charcoal gray, salt-and-pepper, silver, steel gray,), white (bleached, snow-white).

descriptors; bedhead, dull, dry, fine, full, layered, limp, messy, neat, oily, shaggy, shinny, slick, smooth, spiky, tangled, thick, thin, thinning, tousled, wispy, wild, windblown.

length; ankle length, bald, buzzed, collar length, ear length, floor length, hip length, mid-back length, neck length, shaved, shoulder length, waist length.

type; beach waves, bushy, curly, frizzy, natural, permed, puffy, ringlets, spiral, straight, thick, thin, wavy.

Hands; calloused, clammy, delicate, elegant, large, plump, rough, small, smooth, square, sturdy, strong.

Fingernails; acrylic, bitten, chipped, curved, claw-like, dirty, fake, grimy, long, manicured, painted, peeling, pointed, ragged, short, uneven.

Fingers; arthritic, cold, elegant, fat, greasy, knobby, slender, stubby.

Lips/Mouth

colour (lipstick); brown (caramel, coffee, nude, nutmeg,) pink (deep rose, fuchsia, magenta, pale peach, raspberry, rose, ) purple (black cherry, plum, violet, wine,) red (deep red, ruby.)

descriptors; chapped, cracked, dry, full, glossy, lush, narrow, pierced, scabby, small, soft, split, swollen, thin, uneven, wide, wrinkled.

shape; bottom-heavy, bow-turned, cupid’s bow, downturned, oval, pouty, rosebud, sharp, top-heavy.

Nose

descriptors; broad, broken, crooked, dainty, droopy, hooked, long, narrow, pointed, raised, round, short, strong, stubby, thin, turned-up, wide.

shape; button, flared, grecian, hawk, roman.

Skin

descriptors; blemished, bruised, chalky, clear, dewy, dimpled, dirty, dry, flaky, flawless, freckled, glowing, hairy, itchy, lined, oily, pimply, rashy, rough, sagging, satiny, scarred, scratched, smooth, splotchy, spotted, tattooed, uneven, wrinkly.

complexion; black, bronzed, brown, dark, fair, ivory, light, medium, olive, pale, peach, porcelain, rosy, tan, white.

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vilhelios · 3 months

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— I THINK I LOVED YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE .

( WHERE I WAS THE SEA, & YOU WERE THE SHORE . ) ; general fluffy romantic headcanons for rafayel / qi yu from love and deepspace <3

CW: not beta read, general rafayel story/lore spoilers, may be slightly ooc, tooth-rotting fluff, very slight angst !!!

— RAFAYEL is a terribly sweet, loyal, and affectionate lover. sometimes, you think he is something like a lovesick puppy—always ready to greet you at the door with a warm hug when you return from a mission, always eagerly awaiting your phone calls and texts. always at your side. when he calls you darling and holds you close, burrows his head into the crook of your neck, you can't help but feel like your being has been warmed by a pleasant summer sunbeam.

despite this, sometimes he feels like he's drifting somewhere far away from you. a receeding ocean tide, sea foam dissolving from your fingertips as you dip your hands in the waves. he's somewhere you don't understand, when he looks into your eyes and searches for an iteration of you in the reflected image of his own eyes—perhaps he is 800 years away, a lifetime and more. and yet, when you gingerly cup his face in your palms, feel him lean into your touch, you know he returns to you.

— RAFAYEL'S art studio is admittedly, a mess. there are days where you'll enter that room spotless and leave with splatters of some new shade of red and his beloved blues all over your clothes and skin. some days, this happens purely on accident—a trip right into a canvas here, a palm pressed onto wet paint there—and on others, rafayel seems to delight in using you as a canvas.

— when RAFAYEL kisses you (in that gentle fashion, where he cups your cheek like if he doesn't you'll slip like seafoam from his hold), those soft lips of his taste of cherries and grapes and strawberries. and perhaps that best encapsulates what loving rafayel is like, this sweetest red, red, red: the way his cheeks and ears flush when you press a kiss to his cheek; the colour of his eyes when the morning's rose-gold sunlight hits the pink in them just right; the bleeding, beating heart he offers to your awaiting hands. eventually, he pulls away to let the both of you breathe, and when he presses his forehead against yours, glances at you with that charming smile of his, you're enveloped in warm crimson all over again.

"there." rafayel smiles, leans back to admire the flamulla he'd painted on your cheek and the pout that graces your lips. "a cute flamulla for the cutie that keeps distracting me."

"you weren't even painting anything when i came in!" you scoff, dabbing the paintbrush he'd given you into the paint upon the palette. while he painted moon jellies, flamulla, and blowfish on your skin, you'd busied yourself with painting seashells on his. some of the clamshells are too close together, the venus combs look a little too spiky, and some conches don't look quite right. when he looks like he's about to chuckle at the sight of them, you poke him with the other end of your brush; "hmph. you're just a meanie."

"how rude!" he feigns, hand to his heart. "this is how you treat me for making you look like one of my most precious paintings?"

— you notice, eventually, that RAFAYEL always gifts you red jewelry (if not pearls, of course). the little treasures glint in the sunlight; rings with a ruby or red spinel centerpiece, a necklace with a red coral pendant, fire opal earrings... they're beautiful and never gaudy, as to be expected from a man with an eye for aesthetics, but it still perplexes you.

you ask him why, while he helps you put on his most recently gifted necklace as you two get ready to attend his aunt's opera show. your painter answers with a thoughtful hum, deft fingers clasping the necklace for you: "red disappears the fastest in the deep sea, so i never got to see it much." rafayel presses a kiss to your cheek, then, before settling his chin on the crook of your neck. "what better way to appreciate a colour i missed out on for so long than seeing it on you, darling?"

— RAFAYEL'S smug and haughty countenance seems to crumble at the mere press of your lips against his skin, little pecks gracing each beauty mark. the first kiss is placed on his cheek, a little ways away from his eye, his head cradled in your palms; you feel how he heats up beneath your touch, a light blush dusting across his cheeks and a bright vermillion burning at the tips of his ears. the second is placed on his chest, your lips and gentle, roaming hands sparking the rapid thrumming of his heart.

— RAFAYEL sees you in everything. in the morning sunlight that filters into his kitchen, in the cherry blossoms that land on his hair, in the sea breeze that rushes past him as he walks along the shore. the mundane of daily life has become filled with so many traces of you that he cannot see them as anything other than beautiful. there's a piece of you in every one of his paintings now, a streak of your favourite colour intertwined with his reds and blues. he made the pigment himself, of course, extracted the colours he needed from your favourite things.

THE LOVERS ; Rafayel (20XX) ; Oil on canvas

This painting consists of only two colours, and depicts the view of a simple shoreline, with waves lapping at the shore. Although simple in essence, the two paints were handmade (as is the norm for pieces by Rafayel) with pigments extracted from materials that represented himself and his beloved. Upon closer inspection, one may notice the difference in brushstrokes between colours—where they start to blend, so do the strokes, perhaps one hand guiding the other. As per the words of the painter himself, this artwork is meant to represent a "marriage and a transfiguration; the way two souls are forever intertwined and changed by love."

a/n : pretty privilege is real because rafayel acts a lot like marius but i like him infinitely more than i do lu jinghe 😭👍 my love/obsession for this pretty little fish has made me rise from the grave of uni work and writer's block... please fill his tag i need to satisfy this itch in my brain that he gives me <\3 might write some more for him + him as abysswalker <3 (p.s. that final hc is perhaps the cutest thing i thought to do)

#love and deepspace headcanons #rafayel x reader #qi yu x reader #rafayel headcanons #qi yu headcanons #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel fluff #love and deepspace fluff

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lowkeycasanova · 4 months

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baby it's hot out here

sanji x f!reader

plot: sanji seeing you innocently suck on a popsicle gives him inappropriate thoughts

warning: smut (18+)

It was hot.

Brutally hot.

The weather in the New World was unpredictable. From boulder sized hail, lighting rain, and now scorching rays. The relentless sun beat down on the Thousand Sunny. The air felt thick and stifling, as if nature conspired to make taking each breath a conscious effort.

The cool breeze of the ocean seemed to have abandoned the ship, leaving you all subject to the oppressive heat.

Amidst the sweltering conditions, everyone sought refuge where they could find it.

Luffy was sprawled out on the deck, his hat covering his face. Zoro was in the shadow of the ship's mast, still practicing his swordsmanship with beads of sweat running down his face, with Franky and Brook sitting close by. Usopp leaning over the edge of the ship in an attempt to catch whatever breeze was sent his way.

You, Nami, Robin, and Chopper, who diligently tried to cool himself with a handheld fan, laid in the shadows on the deckchairs.

"It's so hot, I'm sweating cola." Franky announces.

"You know," you heard Brook say as he flexed his arm and leaned on it like a pillar for support. "If you pretend it's a sauna, it's actually not so bad."

Sanji was in the kitchen, determined to whip up a refreshing drink for you ladies. Everyone else can get their own.

Bringing the drinks out, he makes his way over to you, Nami, and Robin, leaning down like a gentleman, offering the glasses.

"Thank you Sanji." Robin says politely and his heart skips a beat.

Nami takes one as she continues to examine her log pose.

"Thanks but, can I get one of those popsicles we just got?" You asked him, lifting up your sunglasses. It was at the last island the crew was at where you were gifted with a bag of these treats called popsicles that you never had before and had the desire to try.

"Of course, love. Anything you want." He replied with a suave grin. He made his way back to the kitchen, pulling out the bag from the freezer, ready to present it to you in a flourish.

You squeal in delight as you rummage through the assortment, Sanji watching with a lazy grin. You waste no time tearing the plastic wrap off a blue raspberry flavored one, bringing it to your lips. And it's so hot that it seemingly starts to melt already.

Sanji eyes a cherry one, but decides against taking it. He didn't need the sugar.

He puts the rest back in the freezer and walks back out on the deck with his own glass of ice water. He momentarily takes his cigarette out of his mouth to take a sip of water and he glances back at the beautiful ladies laid out adjacent from him.

Right then, you hold the treat in your mouth, as you take of your shirt, leaving you clad in a bikini top and shorts, leaving little to the imagination.

That alone would send Sanji over the edge, but now paired with the fact that your lips are stretched around the popsicle, sinking lower to the base and back up again, eyes fluttering closed.

His eyes go wide and his throat dry. He watches you slowly pull back off it, a sweet hum coming from your mouth and the wet noise pierces his ears.

His mind is going crazy. His cock is getting hard. Your eyes are closed and Sanji knows it's in part because it's hot and because you're enjoying the sweet treat, but part of him wonders if that's what you'd look like after getting fucked by him.

He tries to shake the thoughts away. He can't have one of his episodes right now. But the more he thinks, the more he can see it play out.

Him sitting on the bed, you kneeling down on the floor in front of him while you suck him off.

He's brought back to reality. You're in conversation with Nami, laughing at something she said, while using your tongue sweep over the length of the popsicle. Then using your thump to wipe away some of the stickiness from your lips.

Sanji was hanging by a thread. He abruptly sticks the cigarette back in his mouth and storms off, ignoring Franky's call.

"What's the matter bro?"

Luffy lifts his hat up and shrugs. "Maybe he has a stomach ache."

His cock gets harder with every step he takes. Making a beeline for the bathroom, he rushes in and immediately locks the door. He undos his belt, tugs his pants down, and frees the part of his shirt that was tucked in.

His back is pressed against the wall, head thrown back. His chest heaves with heavy breaths as he squeezes his length. He feels the pangs of a sinful conscious. Nami would punch him into next week if she found out that he had gotten off to the thought of you like this.

Maybe that's what makes it more exhilarating.

His eyes flutter closed and the cig is long gone. It must have fell out when he was coming here. But no matter. His thumbs his tip, spreading his arousal over himself.

"Fuck, love." he breathes. He can see it now. You on your knees with your delicate little hand around his throbbing dick. He feels himself spasm in his hand.

A groan escapes his mouth as his clenched fist begins to move up and down his thick shaft.

He imagines you wrapping your mouth around him. The soft feeling of your cheeks as his tip nudges that little dangly thing in the back of your throat. "Yes, mhm, take it. Such a good girl." he sighs. "Keep sucking for me, just like that. You know how to do it."

His knees are shaking and his dick is throbbing and leaking. He's soaked from his own arousal but so badly wants it to be from your own.

Your pussy. Oh god.

Now he can't stop picturing your swollen lips and pulsing clit. His imagination will be the death of him. The idea of you laying back for him, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can see him, and spreading your thighs.

He gets comfortable and puts a finger in between your soft folds. You're dripping for him. Him.

His hand picks up the pace and feels this tingly sensation in his stomach.

He slaps his tip against your clit a few times. That makes you arch your back as he pushes his way in. The feeling of being stretched makes your walls tighten. He gulps, trying to compose himself. "So fucking tight."

Your pussy squelches with every thrust, breasts are bouncing and nipples erect. You're desperate, begging him for more.

The veins in his head and the muscles in his neck pop. He's a grunting mess. Gritting his teeth, using the stamia he has left to focus. He is too far gone to tease himself.

He now sees you still laying on your back, but you're giving him a handjob. Milking him for all he's got.

"Ugh, fuck!" he cried out, slamming his back against the wall as he cums. It's thick and white and he imagines cumming all over your chest. But in reality, the sticky arousal is all over his hand.

His cock softens in his hand and he breathes to try to calm down. Sanji takes a look at the mess he made, letting out a blissed, fucked out laugh, not even trying to hide the smile on his face.

#one piece #one piece sanji #op sanji #sanji fanfic #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #sanji x reader #sanji smut #one piece fanfiction

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serafilms · 4 months

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song 7! jelly pop (boys planet) + percy jackson (the lyrics are lowkey so embarrassing i can’t lie,,, fire song though please hear me out) (2023 spotify wrapped event)

baby, i’m your jelly, like sugar, it melts into your heart, wow

As you peppered kisses all over his face, Percy couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?”

You hummed happily as you pressed another kiss to his cheek, “Nothing. Just love you.”

Percy blushed, and accepted the rest of your kisses as his hands gripped your waist. The both of you were snuggled against each other on the floor of the Poseidon cabin, leaning on the side of his bed. You weren’t actually in the bed, just in case someone were to barge in and makes a big deal out what looked like a compromising position.

You liked being like this: close to him. You could smell the salt and something grainy as you pressed your nose to his neck. Percy Jackson smelled like the sea.

Percy grinned down at you and brought his hands up to your cheeks. He lifted your face out of the crook of his neck and looked into your eyes, feeling something tickle his heart. He laughed at your squished face and decided it was his turn to kiss it, pressing quick ones to both your cheeks before kissing your lips.

You gave out another happy hum as your hands shifted from his shoulders to clasp together at the back of his neck.

Despite the ocean scent that surrounded him constantly, Percy always tasted sweet. You weren't sure yet if it was an amalgamation of all the blue cupcakes, blue cherry cola, and strawberries, or just because he was, in fact, the sweetest guy ever.

Even after you'd pulled away, you couldn't help but lean in for more quick kisses to his lips. The taste was addictive, and you felt it seeping into your body, as if he was pouring melted candy all over your heart.

Percy accepted them happily, and looked a little disappointed when you'd finally had enough and sat back to stare at him for a second.

He blinked at you. "What?"

"Have you eaten any desserts today?"

"No?"

"No fruit or sugary drinks?"

"No," Percy said, looking increasingly confused.

"Then why do you taste so sweet?"

He stared at your face for a second, taking in how dead serious it was, before he started laughing. "What?"

"Don't try and dodge the question here, Perseus," you scolded, pointing your finger at him accusingly. He only laughed harder.

"Sorry, babe," Percy said between giggles, "Just caught me off guard there."

You threw your hands up in exasperation as your boyfriend tried to calm down. "Seriously, though. You always taste like– like.... jelly."

His eyes still twinkled with mirth but he looked at you as if entertaining your idea seriously. "Like what kind of jelly?"

"What do you mean 'what kind of jelly?'"

"Is it blue?"

"Well, how would I know? It's your mouth? I don't see any blue."

Percy's hands drifted onto your waist again. "How about I give you another kiss so you can figure it out, then?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't hide the smile that fought its way onto your lips. "Calm down there, soldier."

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then slowly made his way down to your jawline and across to the corner of your mouth. You felt your stomach flutter and your resolved crumble as you whined, "Percy, I'm serious here. I want to know."

"Okay, okay," he said, eyes still locked on your lips, "we'll figure it out tomorrow, alright? I promise. It'll be our next big mystery."

"You mean after the one where you disappeared off the face of the Earth for six months?"

"I didn't disappear off the face of the Earth," he huffed, "I was in New Rome."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." You grinned. "Okay, the next big mystery it is."

Percy grinned and kissed you again. Oh well, your questions could wait. Percy Jackson was your jelly tasting weirdo, and he wasn't going anywhere.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagines #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #written works !#2023 Spotify wrapped event !

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portgasmalia · 7 months

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❝ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ❞ ﹙ pairings: eustass kid, trafalgar law, roronoa zoro x f!reader ﹚ ﹙ theme: one piece smut, filthy smut. ﹚ ﹙ info: always prepared to add other characters, i just had to.. you know, idk. i thought about cockwarming kid & stuff happened so you're welcome lol ﹚

❝ 𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 '𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍' 𝐊𝐈𝐃. ❞ ﹙ teasing, cockwarming, semi-public sex, slight cock worship ﹚

oh, how kid hated it when you talked him into another challenge. the past times it happened, he always won. you always faltered first and begged him to gift you the slightest touch. this time, you wanted it to be different. you wanted him to feel different about the cockwarming, the constant teasing he was putting you through. for once, you wanted eustass kid to falter because of you. an impossible act in the eyes of your lover, who was currently seated at a table in the corner of the deck. legs spread apart, an arm placed on the railing behind him and a sadistic smirk twisted in his features. kid was known for his cruelty, aware of how reckless his behavior towards innocent citizens was. while he sat so comfortable in his position, you swallowed the spit that gathered in your mouth. every little movement, quick shifts caused his thick cock to drag along your gummy walls. perfectly placed on his lip, the fluttery fabric of the skirt you chose today hid what the two of you were doing while the crew trained inches away. leaned forward, you had your elbows on the hard wooden surface of the table, hiding the prominent bulge at your lower tummy from how deep kid buried himself inside of your warm cunt. while eustass expected for you to falter quicker than thought, you had a different idea. slowly, you raised your hips just a couple of inches before slamming yourself down on his lap with force again. the action caused kid to cough, attempting to hide the animalistic growl that wanted to escape his chest. repeating the gesture multiple times, the bashfulness of how easy you could get caught in action, casted a soft cherry red across the span of your cheeks. you were slowly, painfully slowly, fucking your boyfriend, your captain, in the broad sunlight, on the open ocean and close to his friends and crew. while you swallowed the moans and filthy whimpers, kid fought other difficulties. how deliciously his angry stone-hard erection got squeezed so firmly by your gummy walls, how your soft ass cheeks collided with his lower stomach, how badly he wanted to push you onto the table and fuck you dumb again. „fuck, i’m going to fucking ruin you,“ he grumbled underneath a long breath, his hands finding your hips and pressing you down to stop your movements. „fucking brat, i will show you what teasing is.“ clear to say, you won a challenge for the first time and a slight happiness overwhelmed you when you realised, kid decided to punish you in his room, instead of in front of the entire crew.

❝ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐋𝐀𝐖 . ❞ ﹙ teasing, semi public sexual interaction, dirty talk ﹚

over the past months of dating, you picked up the slightest pieces of information about law. the way he avoided pda, avoided admiration in public and hid a blushed face underneath the fluffy brim of his brown-spotted head. but keeping to yourself about the love shared behind the closed door of his private room or office, started to annoy you and you decided to play a little game. it was exactly how you found yourself in this position, staring at penguin, who shared an adventurous story before becoming a heart crew member. yet, none of them suspected what went on before their eyes. soft skin of your palm pressed against the built-up tent in law's light blue jeans. minutes before, the captain chuckled at the on-going conversations, minutes later, he intertwined his hands in front of his mouth, and hid his face in the shadows casted by the brim of his hat. deep, throaty groans stuck in his chest, avoiding to cast any amount of suspicion among the friends. one elbow propped up on the breakfast table, the left side of your jaw laid in the soft palm of your unoccupied hand while being turned towards your captain. you were so close, he could hear the unsteady, hot breaths fanning across the span of his cheek, drying the beads of cold sweat. "aw, law," you muttered sweetly, only loud enough for the captain to hear. "do you want more?" palm pressed harder against the bulge, your fingertips started to play with the hem of his pants. oh, how badly law wanted to punish you right now. take the sheath of his beloved sword and paint your ass in a soft, strawberry red for disobeying him in each possible way. edge you, deny any kind of sweet orgasm you desired so badly, exhaust your body to extremes. the plan unfaltered in the back of his mind. "go further," law forced himself to speak steadily, inhaling longer breaths. the right corner of his mouth almost lifted itself with pride. suddenly, the shadow across his eyes vanished, and he glanced to the side where you sat. "and i swear, the payback will keep you in bed for days, begging for my dick once i leave." and you thought you should stop, you really thought about it. but his offer just sounded so alluring.

❝ 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎. ❞ ﹙ teasing, semi public sex, grinding, dry sex, dirty talk, slight praise ﹚

revenge sounded so good, so pleasing, when your eyes found the half-asleep figure of your boyfriend. mostly, he found himself a comfortable corner, leaning against the railing while snoring away, or very easily, the crow's nest. work-out, pause, sleep, repeat. his constant and daily routine while traveling across the ocean. this time, he almost hid behind the large orange trees, the crew planted for nami. a little bit of home, a little space to herself. last night, zoro put you through a very uncomfortable situation. rough and calloused hands rubbed your thighs underneath the table while drinking the night away with almost the entire crew. sharing good stories, while roronoa's fingertips crept underneath your skirt and played with the lacy underwear you bought on the last island. while you prepared for a long, exhausting night, your boyfriend fell asleep at the table, leaving you unsatisfied after almost plunging his thick fingers inside of your wetness. so, revenge was planned. he never slept fully, always trying to stay in this reality if anybody ambushed the crew. quietly, you tip-toed towards your boyfriend, placing one feet on the other side of his thighs and keeping his legs between yours. carefully but still with slight force, you settled yourself on his lap and just almost, a moan slipped passed your tight-lipped smile at the feeling of his soft bulge. "what the fuck you think you're doing?" zoro grumbled, the syllabeles coming deeply from within his chest. eyes still closed, he did not intend to give you any glances or satisfaction. but you needed it, badly. instead of begging him for an orgasm once again, you attempted to lure him into this addictive game. "sitting," you answered, feigning innocence. still, you were too desperate, too far gone in the back of your mind to keep up the act. slowly, you grinded your clothed core against the bulge in his loose, black pants, searching for the slightest amount of release. zoro's eyes snapped open at the movement, smugness twisted in the smirk across his face. "the crew can round the corner any second, they're only couple stairs away." pressing your clothed core hardly against his hardened bulge, already feeling how damped your panties became and how his dick grew. "if you don't stop right now, it's your fault if i don't stop as soon as i've stuffed you with my cock." zoro warned you. yet, amusement glimmered in the corner of his sharp gaze, and you knew, the small act got him completely and you would finally receive what you needed.

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clbrq · 5 months

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PLS DO MORE SAM AND COLBY SMUTSSS

DOUBLE TROUBLE - C. BROCK & S. GOLBACH.

warnings; HEAVY SMUT, fingering, oral (both receiving and giving), p in v sex, cursing/swearing, alcohol consumption, kinda like a tag team kinda thing but they don’t know about it LMAO just read.

minors dni.

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You had always been attracted to your best friends. Not even in a strange way; you just thought they were both two good-looking men. Sam and Colby had been your friends since high school, your friendship dating back to when you were all living in Kansas. You can remember filming their vines, and helping them create ideas for their next ones. And when you all grew up, they both matured into two beautiful boys that you admired deeply.

Sam had a gorgeous smile, so contagious and relaxing. When he smiled, you felt happiness bloom inside your body. He also had amazingly, well cared for hair—his blonde locks were always clean and soft, easy for you to run your fingers through. His personality always lightened up your mood too, and the leadership side of him always brought you a lot stability.

Similarly, Colby was such handsome man, you almost buckled to your knees by just looking at him. He had incredible, ocean blue eyes that twinkled in the sunlight, bringing you ultimate joy when you caught a glimpse of them. Colby also, similar to Sam, had an unbelievably contagious laugh, that rang a cheerful feeling through you as the noise escaped his lips.

However, after the occasional one too many drinks, you often looked at your two best friends very differently. It was like the alcohol in you made you view your two friends in dangerously sexual manner. When you looked at Sam, you wanted him to carefully take care of you, make you feel good, but when you looked at Colby, you wanted him to absolutely destroy you. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself.

And that’s exactly how you felt right now.

You were stood with a group of your friends, including Sam and Colby, surrounded by dancing, drunk people, enjoying the 10 million subscribers party they were hosting. They always hosted the best parties—the one’s where you somehow got the most drunk. Stood with you was Corey, Jake, Tara, and Aryia, all chatting comfortably with each other.

But, you couldn’t help your eyes as they landed on Sam, the way he smiled at the joke Aryia made, forcing a smile to land on your face simultaneously. He stood with his arms loosely hanging by his sides, and a structured stance, watching as Corey laughed at Jake doing something stupid.

A small voice from next to you pulled you out of your trance, “Come get a drink with me?” Tara grinned up at you, her small height making you giggle.

“Yeah, sure, I’m feeling too sober anyway.” You replied, walking behind her as you both grab a black cherry White Claw—Sam’s favourite.

Before you could crack it open and take a sip, the can was taken out your hands, “Hey!”

“What?” Sam chuckled, “Shotgun it. That’s way more fun.”

“And why would I do that?” You snapped back, smirking up at him.

“Because I said so, and you love me, so you’ll do it.” Sam stated, grinning back.

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was right, “Fine.”

“That’s my girl.”

His voice rattled through your brain as he grabbed a small knife, and placed it gently in your hands. You licked your lips as you punctured the side of the can and watched as it bubbled everywhere. Bringing it quickly up to your lips, you opened the top as you chugged the smooth beverage in front of him as he cheered you on. Once you’d finished the can, you threw the can in the bin as you caught your breath.

You turned Sam, feeling accomplished, “See? I did it.”

“Well done, but wait.” Sam replied, but suddenly approaching you. His thumb swiped your lip as he wiped away the access of the drink from your mouth.

Slowly, he placed his thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean from the alcohol that once remained. You watched in awe, as you felt your stomach flip, not only from the White Claw settling in your empty stomach, but how sexy Sam looked doing that.

“Come on, bet everyone’s missing us.” He dragged you back over to the group, grabbing two more drinks as you followed him.

Handing you another can, you stood next to Colby, feeling your heart rate instantly increase as you got a whiff of his strong, expensively alluring cologne. The smell was almost blinding as you breathed deeper due to how much this was affecting you.

“You alright, doll?” Colby’s voice whispered in your ear, his hot breath hitting your bare neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hand rested gently on your back as he leant down to talk to you.

“Yeah, just maybe need to sit down.” You mumbled back to him, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“Let’s go upstairs, it’ll be quieter there.” He suggested, letting you lead the way as his hand stayed on your lower back as you both walked towards the stairs.

You and Colby stayed in silence as you reached his free, quiet bedroom. Colby shut and locked the door as you collapsed on his bed, shutting your eyes as your previous drinks were hitting you suddenly.

You felt eyes on you, watching you closely. Opening your eyes, you sat up to see Colby stood by your feet, observing your every move with a smirk on his face.

“May I help you, Mr. Brock?” You chuckled, shuffling closer to him.

“I’m not sure, can you?”

“What do you need?” You asked, innocently, wondering what was wrong with him.

“Well, ever since you walked through that door, Hell, ever since I met you; I’ve wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless,” He admitted, his big hand making its way up to your red hot cheek, “but, since you’re my best friend, you’re off limits.”

“W-who decided that?” You blurted out, wanting nothing more for him to do all the things he just said.

Colby laughed darkly down at you, removing his hand while staring deep into your eyes, “Why? You want it?”

“Please.” You whispered, biting harshly onto your bottom lip as his touch lingered.

Colby didn’t speak but pushed you gently back onto the bed, and climbed on top of you, connecting your lips forcefully. The kiss was hot, and steamy, teeth clashing and moans erupting from both of your throats. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his lower half closer to yours. Colby moved his hips ever so slightly, grinding his obvious hard-on onto your clothed pussy.

“Mm, I need you.” You mumbled against his lips, your hands roaming through his brown locks, “Need you now, Colbs.”

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, sitting up to throw all his clothes off to the side, bar his boxers.

Colby then turned to you, slipping off your dress to reveal your naked chest, but your lacy panties underneath.

“God, you slut.” Colby whispered, grabbing both of your legs and placing them on his shoulders, “You’re practically begging me to fuck you with these on.” His fingers playing gingerly with the rim of your panties, making the arousal inside you grow.

“Please, Colby.”

“Please what?” He pushed back, wanting to hear you beg for him.

“Please, do something, touch me, please.” You whined, shimming in impatience.

Pulling your underwear off, Colby’s placed soft, teasingly slow kisses on your inner thighs, making sure you were absolutely begging for his tongue by the time he made it to your core. The way you whined and begged for him was enough as he placed his hot tongue against your aching clit. You cried out as he wrapped his pretty lips around your bud, sucking gently, taking his sweet time with you. You’d never felt pleasure like this as he reached his hand up slipped his middle finger into your clenching hole, curling them upwards, hitting the sweet spot deep inside you.

You arched your back, calling out his name as you grabbed onto his hair, pulling his locks, causing him to groan against you. Your pleasure increased as he twirled his tongue around your clit, occasionally giving it a small kiss, and then returning with his tongue. You could feel the knot in your stomach begging to tighten, the orgasm was about to hit you hard.

“Yeah, you gonna cum?” Colby asked, feeling you clench around his fingers, smirking from between your legs.

Only whining his name, begging him to continue with his mouth, he proceeded to do so. Colby flicked his tongue in a way that tipped you over the edge, the orgasm ripping through as you cried out loudly, not caring who heard. You twitched and writhed under him as ecstasy coursed throughout your body.

Standing up, Colby harshly grabbed your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, his tongue tasting sweetly of your arousal as it slid down your throat. His hand swiftly grasped your neck, kissing you roughly—he was clearly pent up.

“Bend over.” He demanded, pulling away from your swollen lips, a string of saliva and your slick connecting both of your mouths.

Doing quickly as you were told, you arched your ass into the sky for him, your pussy dripping with excitement. He knelt on the bed, teasing your spasming hole with the tip of his leaking cock.

“You ready for me, baby?” Colby purred, stroking your back, lovingly.

“Yes, Colby, please.” You winced, begging for him as you pushed your hips backwards.

Colby complied with your begging and slipped his hard cock quickly inside you, not caring for you to get used to his size. Crying out in both pain and pleasure, you gripped his bedsheets for support as he began to ram his pulsating cock inside you.

“God, you’re such a whore, aren’t you?” Colby taunted, his thrusts at a fast, yet steady, pace, “You’re so thirsty for my cock.”

“Yes, Colby, just for you.”

Colby laughed evilly from behind you, tightly grabbing onto your hips as his thrusts grew harder and deeper which each other. His rhythm so harsh, you were beginning to not see straight. He truly was fucking you senseless. You could feel another orgasm building up as he reached round to rub your clit as he pounded you from behind.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Colby announced, throwing his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as the pleasure washed over him.

Groaning out your name as he filled you up deep inside, your second orgasm ripped through you. You heard ringing in your ears and stars in your eyes as his thrusts slowed down. Soon enough, he pulled out as you collapsed onto the bed.

“You okay?” Colby queried, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yeah, I think so.” You murmured, eyes beginning to feel heavy as he spoke.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep, still got a whole party downstairs.”

Agreeing with his statement, you sat up, sighing as you did so.

“Did so good for me, baby.” Colby whispered, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll grab you some water.”

Colby wondered off to his bathroom with an empty cup in hand, as you slowly began to dress yourself. Once he returned, you drank the whole cup he had filled up for you, erupting a small laugh from his chest.

“Now, as much as I’d love to stay here and sleep with you,” Colby started, helping you back into your dress as you begin to wake up a bit more, “People will wonder where we’ve gone.”

You nodded as you adjusted your dress, and then leaning up to peck his lips, “Thank you.”

“No problem, love,” He smiled, “I’m gonna head to the bathroom, I’ll meet you down there.”

“Alright,” You answered, watching him walk towards the bathroom once more, and then exit bedroom yourself.

However, as you walked towards the stairs, a familiar face exited his room also, and caught your gaze.

“Sam?” You questioned, unsure on what he was doing upstairs and away from the party, “What are you doing up here?”

“I needed a charger,” Sam replied, furrowing his eyebrows as his eyes lingered on you for longer than you wanted, “Are you okay?”

You were taken aback by his words, “Uhm, yeah, I think.”

“Do you need some Advil or something? You look like you’ve thrown up about 10 times.” He chuckled, approaching you.

“No, no, I’m okay. Just feel a bit lightheaded.” You lied, not wanting to admit you just fucked his best friend.

“Here, come with me, we can chill in my room until you feel better.” Sam suggested, grabbing your hand gently and leading you into his bedroom.

Déjà vu.

You and Sam sat on his bed, not saying a word as you made yourself comfortable.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I will be,” You answered, turning to face him, “Just not feeling too hot right now.”

“Well you look it.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to be so forward, “Really?”

“Yeah, 100%, always thought so.” Sam smiled cheekily, looking deep into your eyes.

“You’re drunk.” You laughed, shaking your head.

Sam returned the laugh, “Maybe, but I know what I’m saying is true.”

The adrenaline from your quickie with Colby still hadn’t worn off as you leaned in to kiss Sam. Luckily, you had read the room correctly and Sam instantly took your face in his hands as he kissed back. Sam was a gentle, loving kisser—he took his time to make sure you were enjoying it as much as him. You moved over to straddle either side of his legs, and continued your kiss in the comfort of his lap.

“God, you have no idea how you make me feel,” Sam murmured against your lips, pecking you carefully.

“Let me show you how you make me feel.” You replied, boldly, slowly moving down his body towards his crotch, “Can I?” You asked, politely.

“Fuck, yeah.”

As you removed Sam’s jeans and boxers, you watched as his obviously hard member sprung up and slapped against his torso. You took it in the small of your hand, slowly jerking his dick as you kitten licked the tip that was already leaking with pre-cum. Sam got comfortable on his bed as you lowered your mouth fully onto his dick.

Sam groaned out loud a slur of curses as you flicked your tongue on his cock as you sucked him. You bobbed your head up and down, your tongue helping you amplify his pleasure. You sped up your movements, knowing this would be killing him, and he moaned out your name in ecstasy.

“Jesus, you’re such a good girl.” Sam mumbled, his one arm behind his head, his cheeks red and his eyes screwed shut.

You smirked on his member as you knew you were making him feel good. Strategically adding your hand to the base of his cock, you jerked the bottom off as you sucked the tip, helping him reach his finish.

Unlike Colby, Sam quickly finished as he grabbed your hair, gently, in his hands, pushing your head down as he spilled deep inside your throat, cursing and groaning as he did so. As you swallowed his seed, and pulled your mouth off his dick, you sat up and faced him.

You giggled as he let out a shaky breath, “Jesus, you’re unreal.” He sighed, smiling at you.

“You’re very welcome.”

Sam beckoned you over as he pulled you in for another kiss, his hand beginning to travel under your dress and to your still wet pussy. You moaned into his mouth as he began to rub small circles on your clit, making you buck your hips into his hand. You were on the verge of your third orgasm of the night, when the door opening followed by a voice caught your attention,

“Hey Sam, have you seen—“

Colby stood in the doorway, a shocked expression plastered on his face, “What the fuck?” He shouted, “I just fucked you and then you hop straight on his cock next?”

“What? You just fucked him?” Sam exclaimed, shocked.

Oh, fuck.

dude i’m gonna do a part 2 dw and it’ll be the best tag team of the century. hope you liked this! sorry i didn’t see it sooner!! xx

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wutheringcaterpillar · 3 months

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A Lesson Learnt

Summary: After dressing provocatively to the golden globes much to Cillian’s surprise. He becomes immensely irritated with how you’re acting, flirting with other men and having no public decency, leaving him no other choice than to put you in your place.

Warnings: daddy!kink, degradation, jealousy, Cillian is single in this with no kids, you’re his adopted daughter, brat!reader, smut a tremendous amount of smut, dumbification, ass slapping, age gap (reader is twenty one, cillian is 48)

sidenote- i may have gotten a bit carried away but seriously it’s a lot of smut. I am not an Yvonne hating person and respect his family. This is purely fiction and has no relation to Cillian’s real life. Don’t like the warnings, don’t read this.

There you were, standing there in a black skin tight dress that hugged your sides quite firmly, complimenting your hips. Your father stood there hand at his hip completely astounded, apalled that you would wear such a revealing outfit to such a prestigious event, if he were to take a guess you were taking a note from the book of Kylie Jenner.

Meeting his gaze, his eyes protruded dominance, his once baby blues eyes turning into a devilish shade of the cavernous ocean as he watched you walk down the stairs toward him.

Diamonds covered the top of your dress, curving elegantly over your revealing cleavage, just hardly holding them in place.

Greeting the security guard who attempted to look anywhere but you, Cillian leaned up from the wall, holding out his hand for you to take like the gentleman that he always was.

“What the fuck are yuh wearing? This is an award show not a fucking playboy mansion.” You rolled your eyes and walked with him hand in hand to your designated table.

During the evening waiting on nominees and winners, he couldn’t help but notice the glances and innapropriate exchanges you had been making with Leonardo DiCaprio, it fueld his anger even more, knowing you were in this man’s age range of women.

Taking a cherry off of your desert, you popped it in your mouth, seductively tying the stem in a knot never breaking eye contact with Leo, whom was focused on your cherry red lips, imagining what they’d feel like wrapped around his cock.

Cillian had enough of this, he knew what you were up to, a not so poor attempt at getting under his skin. Clenching his jaw, he balled his fists under the table, when he locked eyes with Leo the man looked away, still smirking at the idea of all the positions he could have you in tonight.

Attempting to keep his composure, you felt his hand latch onto your thigh harshly, his knuckles turning white. You held back a yelp from the sudden pain, just barely keeping your knee from hitting the table. Turning to him with a playful grin, you raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong daddy? Can’t a girl have some fun?” He leaned ever so close, his lips just barely touching your ear, whispering in a harsh tone for nobody to hear.

“This is a televised show, I don’t need you flaunting yourself and acting like a whore for everyone to see. Cut the shit before I do for ya” Someone was feisty, just as you had planned.

Cillian believed the problem to be your lack in parents growing up, no discipline whatsoever, and he was guilty for giving you anything you ever asked for, now he was reaping the consequences.

“And the winner is Cillian Murphy!” As he took the stage and began giving his speech, his tongue lapped over his teeth in irritation when he noticed instead of listening to him, you were biting down on your bottom plump lip, before sucking the chocolate syrup of your dessert off of your finger, never once breaking eye contact with Leo.

He stayed composed finishing his speech, trying to not even look at you and your slutty shenanigans.

He didn’t talk to you the rest of the night until you were back at the hotel.

“What da fuck was dat eh? Did you even care about how long I waited for this moment or were you too lovestruck by a man nearly three times your age. You hurt me tonight Y/N.” Kicking off your heels, you approached him like a lion approaches its prey but in a teasing way, a clear note of sarcasm in your voice.

“Sounds to me like daddy’s jealous.” You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, pouting, mocking him with his emotions.

“Enough!” The back of his hand intertwined with the strands of your hair instantly, you let out a yelp, lips quivering in pain.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat ya like a fuckin whore.” He bent you over the dresser aggressively, your chest slamming against the wooden surface nearly taking the breath out of you.

His chest heaved rapidly, adrenaline rushing through his blood when he lifted your dress, seeing the black laced thong that was barely even covering your asshole.

Scoffing, he moved the thin, soaked fabric to the side, only to reveal your little hole dripping, he could swear he could see a small heartbeat atop your clit.

“Well, well would you look at that?” His hand slapped your folds, your slick painting your thighs from how wet you were. You squirmed underneath him in a desperate attempt to crawl out from underneath his arm.

A stinging pain shot up your back when his hand collided with the fragile skin of your ass.

“Daddy!” Cillian shook his head, pulling your hair back, his hand wrapping around your throat in a deathly grip.

“Don’t you daddy me. Do I sound like I’m fucking around Y/N?” His fingers slid into your dripping core effortlessly. Your mouth dropped open from the sudden intrusion, the feeling of his thick fingers filling you causing you to moan desperately, needing more.

His fingertips curled up inside of you, making you gasp in pleasure. Your juices coated him instantly, it was pathetic to him how needy and impatient you were. “Be. Patient? Understand?” You moaned a yes, pushing yourself back against his fingers, grinding your pussy down the entirety of his lengthy fingers. He rolled his eyes in annoyance with you getting far too much enjoyment out of this. When he removed his fingers you whined, and he wasn’t having it, sending another sharp slap to your ass, stoping your crying immediately.

Unbuckling his pants with his other hand, his thick length slapped against your wetness, resting in-between your folds, sliding it up and down agonizingly slow. You released a whine, the anticipation getting the best of you.

“Please. The worst punishment you ever gave me was taking my phone away for a weekend in high school. You’re not going to- Ah!” He plunged his cock full throttle into your tight walls, causing your body to tense from the pain.

Flipping you over, his hands held your wrists at both sides of your head, his nails digging into your skin rather violently, surely to leave marks.

“What’s da matter? Daddy’s cock making yuh too dumb to speak?” At this point your boobs had fallen out of your dress, like Cillian expected them too.

Your round globe-like nipples hardening from how turned on you were in that very moment.

“Pl-please daddy I-“ Grabbing his tie, he shoved it in your mouth, shutting you up.

“Do yuh want the fuckin neighbors to here? Are yuh going to bed a good girl for once in yer life?” You nodded up at him with pleading eyes.

His hands released your wrists, grazing over your thighs, holding them tightly as he fucked you mercilessly. The sight of your tits bouncing up and down consumed him. He couldn’t resist from latching his lips around them, biting down on one of them, making you release a desperate, muffled moan.

He’s pumping in and out of you at vigorous rate as your hands glided to the sides of the dresser, holding onto them for dear life.

Sweat began to form on Cillian’s pale skin, as he watched his cock disappear in your luxurious, dripping hole. The sight sending him into overdrive.

Ripping the tie out of your mouth, he lifted you up, slamming you up against the wall.

“Lucky I’m even fucking you with whadda fuckin brat you’ve been. That all it takes is my cock for you to behave?” Your hands searched every inch of his back, pushing his jacket off, undoing the buttons frantically.

You pressed your boobs up against his chest as he drilled into you, the feeling of being so full, so completely fucked out taking over you.

The sweat causing your mascara to run down your cheeks in a beautiful, fucked out mess.

The sight of you so needy for him, so quickly submissive to his every demand turned him on immensely. He watched you with deep intent, paying close attention to every single facial expression with such precision.

He could tell you were close from the way your thighs were twitching around his waist.

Turning you around to face the mirror while his back was toward it, he wanted you to see how desperate you looked, how well you were taking his cock and how he was capable of taking complete control of you.

“Go on sweetheart, do what you do best and cum on my cock. Go on with da slut you are. My good little slut.” The way he spoke with such dialect, his voice as smooth was the wind in a warm summer day had you clenching around his length hard. Moaning and groaning loud enough for the whole hotel to hear.

“Daddy, daddy I- I’m gonna-“

“Cum on my cock, darling. Show daddy how well he treats his princess.”

Your body convulsed as you crumbled in his arms, losing yourself, fully releasing your hot slick all over his magnificent cock.

Cillian kept going, holding you up with a single hand while the other moved your chin up, forcing you to look at him with your fucked out eyes that were just rolling back down from the back of your head.

“Should I come in you? I’m not sure if you deserve it? You were such a bad girl tonight?” You nodded frantically, still hardly able to form words, feeling like you could potentially pass out from the over stimulation of his cock still hitting that sweet spot.

“Pl-please. I’ll be good. No- no more flirting.” His eyebrows raised, his lips curving into a smile, satisfied with your response before he released himself, painting your insides with his seed as his moans filled the room.

When he let you down, you would’ve fell to the ground if it weren’t for his arms catching you, helping you up onto the bed, tucking you in gently.

“Have you been taking your pill?” He asked, caressing the side of your face with such care.

You nodded sleepily, making him smile softly at the sight of his sweet little girl. You may have drove him crazy at times, but with a little guidance he knew you’d straighten out. Seeing his cum drip out of you, he pushed it back in, making you moan tiredly.

“I have to go and do the closing photos. I’ll be back soon.” He kissed you on the forehead, already sound asleep like the angel you were.

When he took the photos, he didn’t seem to notice how his collar was disheveled, not neat like it was during his speech, but he hadn’t cared.

When his assistant had pointed it out and offered to fix it, he waved her off kindly, repeating the fact he did not care, he just wanted tonight and this award show event to be over.

It was a small reminder to him of how much you needed him in every, aching way.

#Cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x you #Reader insert #Cillian murphy imagine #ranaewrites

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zorosleftshoe · 9 months

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Cherry Blossoms - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, hospitals

“I’ve always wanted to see the cherry blossom trees.” The confession rolled off my tongue like honey as I struggled to keep my breathing under control. “They,” a hard wheeze escapes my chapped lips and I feel two hands clasp onto my trembling frame with such purpose. “They’ve always been my favorite.” My lungs scream at me to stop speaking; to savor my breath as I struggle to keep my eyes open.

“Sh, you’re okay.” His voice sounds like a distant memory as he comforts me on death’s doorstep. It wasn’t meant to be like this.

“Promise?” I gasp out still attempting to steady my breathing. His free hand that isn’t clasped tightly around my own presses against my stomach and I know there should be pain at the contact but my body has since gone numb and all I can feel is coldness creeping in.

“Pinky.” He sputters out. Even through glossy eyes I can see the tears that stain his cheeks and I reach a shaky hand up to swipe them away. I force a smile onto my face as my thumb caresses the apple of cheekbone.

“No one as pretty as you should cry.” He laughs at this. A laugh that has an underlying sadness like he’s quietly saying goodbye. “I never got to tell you.” His head tilts up at my words and I’m met with icy blue eyes that could rival any ocean. “I’m in love with you.” The words sit heavily in the air between us and I can’t tell if he’s digesting the gravity of them or the situation that lies out before him. “I’m in love with you, Colby.” A dam breaks then. Sobs wrack his larger frame as he holds himself up to keep from collapsing on top of me.

“You,” he pauses. His eyes, now red rimmed and glossy, locking onto my own. “You love me?”

“Then, now, and forever.” The man in front of me crumbles like paper at the simple words but all I can focus on is the overwhelming smell of copper. His sniffles keep me distracted from the realization of what that means.

“Then stay with me.” He all but demands. “Stay here. Love me. Allow me to love you.” Now he’s using both hands to put pressure on what I can only assume is the wound that’s giving off the horrid smell.

“Promise to take me to see the cherry blossom trees.” My words are soft as I force them from my tongue. “Promise to be there with me as they dance in the wind.” Colby nods. He nods because I know if he speaks his voice will waver and he can no longer be strong for me.

The wind blows around us and the trees away to their own tune as sirens fill the once peaceful silence. The last thing I see if Colby’s fear filled eyes as I succumb to the darkness.

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An incessant beeping fills my ears when I come to. Begrudgingly, my eyes flutter open and I hiss at the brightness of the room. My nose scrunches up at the smell of antiseptics and I force myself to breathe through my parted lips.

“You’re awake.” The words are hushed, timid. My eyes dart towards each corner of the room in attempt to find the culprit when they land on the exhausted brunette. His lips are chapped from the constant gnawing on them and his half lidded eyes are a good indicator he hasn’t had much sleep since arriving. “Let me get the nurse.” Before he can move too far my fingers wrap around his wrist and he slowly sits back down in the plastic chair.

“You look like shit.” My voice is hoarse from the lack of use and Colby chuckles in response.

“Polite as ever, darling.” His eyes wander towards the door and I lightly tug on his wrist to regain his attention. “I really should get the nurse.”

“I love you.” Colby fumbles with the drawstring of his XPLR hoodie but I notice how his face flushes in embarrassment. “I know it took me nearly dying to say this to you but I can’t just keep it tucked away in my back pocket anymore.” I use my free hand to trace the sharpness of his jaw and he nuzzles closer into my palm. “I dream of you. My heart calls to you, Colbs.”

“I have never felt for another person the way I feel for you. It scares me to my core what I would give to just have you rest your gaze on me.” Colby takes both of my hands in his and rests his forehead against my own as we lean into each other’s space.

In that moment, as we held one another in a warm embrace, I felt our hearts become one.

#sam and colby #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock #colby brock angst

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thisismeracing · 10 months

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Cherry | MS47

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her)

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: smut (no plot, just face-sitting smut)

Warnings: not proofread; graphic description of sex; oral (fem receiving); face sitting; mentions of food; +18 (minors DNI);

Summary: Mick has an idea while lying in bed during a lazy weekend, and Yn is more than ready to oblige.

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It was a Saturday afternoon, the sun was bright, while the wind was cold, so the weather felt just perfect to enjoy a lazy day in bed. And that was exactly what Mick and Yn were doing, relishing the match of the ideal temperature with a day off work.

Yn’s record player, a gift she got from Mick to celebrate their first anniversary, was rolling a red vinyl on its plate. Lana del Rey’s voice was over the room, along with the gushes of wind from the open window. Mick was lying beside her, bare chest rising and falling with each calm breath he took, messy blonde hair around his head like a halo, and ocean-blue eyes observing Yn.

“We should go to Brazil next vacation, perfect weather, great food, nice people,” Yn states munching on her cherry, there’s another between her fingers, and she turns her head to face Mick just in time for him to watch her pop it inside her mouth. He watches her parted lips and how some of the moisture from the fruit paints them a clear red.

She looked just about perfect, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts, makeup-free face, braids up in a bun, and big brown eyes curiously waiting for him.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Mick voiced, eyes still glued on how Yn’s mouth was working the cherries.

Oh, how sweet.

“You want some?” Yn asks, eyebrows jutting together in a sign of confusion.

You’re staring, Mick chided himself in silence.

“It depends,” he smirks. Yn stops chewing, and now her whole body was directed towards his. It was her silent sign that she was waiting for his answer. “I want something, but not the cherries.”

“Oh,” a small gasp passed between her lips, and Mick’s smile grew.

“I wanted to try something,” he signs with his hands, and it’s just a second before Yn is sitting on top of him, the bowl of cherries now forgotten somewhere between the mess of blankets. Mick’s hands find their way to Yn’s waist, exploring her delicious skin and then dipping under the shirt only to realize she’s, in fact, not wearing anything under it.

“What is it?”

“Huh?” Mick questions, dazed by the way her body feels on top of his, how pretty she looks.

“What is it you wanted to try, babe.” She explains.

His blue eyes search for hers as they get ready to read any sign of discomfort or doubt with his suggestion. Not that what he would suggest was too adventurous. He was used to giving her oral on a daily basis or whenever they were together and had sex, but they never tried the whole sitting thing. He did not really know what Yn would think about it, but if their conversations and how comfortable they were around each other were any indication, he thought that there was a chance for a positive answer.

Still, Mick was a cautious guy. He was an attentive lover, and he wanted nothing more than to see his girlfriend satisfied and comfortable in all ways, sexually, physically, and mentally, so communicating everything was part of this process.

“I wanted you to sit on my face,” he blurted without taking his eyes off her.

He felt when Yn held her breath, eyes growing a tad bigger with surprise, but her body was still on top of his, “Yes!” she sputtered.

Mick chuckled at her reaction, and Yn followed him, face feeling hot just like the rest of her body.

“Is this something you’ve thought about before?” he asks

“I-” she starts, eyes cast down on his naked chest, nails drawing patterns on his milky skin. “Mmh… You always do those neck exercises when training and I just happen to notice how strong your neck is in comparison to regular people… my mind went there on its own.” Yn confessed.

Mick did not waste a second before holding her neck and smashing their mouths together in a messy kiss. The movement made Yn lean on top of him, their surface of contact now greater. They moaned and swallowed each other's noises.

The cold wind moved the curtains blending the noise with Lana’s angelical voice, who was just starting to sing the first accords of “Cherry”.

A touch from your real love it's like heaven taking the place of something evil, and lettin' it burn off from the rush, it echoed through the room just when Mick’s lips found Yn’s sweet spot. He switched between kissing, licking, and eventually biting her neck. Her fingers gripping his golden hair would guide him whenever she felt it was too much, and the assault would leave any marks behind.

“Will you sit on my face, love?” he asked, innocent face facing her, and dark blue eyes hungry for her final answer, which he knew would be positive, but Mick also knew his girlfriend, knew how much it turned her on when he voiced things.

The dirtier, the better, she would joke.

Yn gave him a nod before taking off her oversized shirt and throwing it somewhere on the bedroom floor. Mick’s hand guided one of hers to hold the headboard for support if needed. The other he placed on top of his head, her fingers instantly threading between his soft strands. And then, finally, she easily held her up and brought her down to sit right on his face.

The mere contact of his hot mouth against her wet pussy made Yn shiver. His nose was digging deliciously into her clit, and her head tumbled back when his tongue went out in a lazy lap on her cunt. She felt on her whole body when Mick moaned and opened his mouth wider, eyes closed as if to capture the feeling, tongue drawing figures on her pussy while one of his fingers found her chest and played with her nipples between his fingers.

His other hand found guidance on her waist, but he was just caressing her skin. The placement was more of an encouragement for her to choose the pace.

And that she did.

Yn pulled his hair and purred when his tongue sank down inside her. She moved her hips just right for his nose to grind on her already puffy clit. Mick moaned again, and Yn pleaded sensually. She was full-on riding his face, and he could feel all his blood rushing to his hard cock.

The scene was way too arousing, the noises Yn was making, the way her body was answering to his touches, her scent, and taste, the background sound blending with her moans and his groans. His whole face was messily soaked.

When her body started to drift into a bliss state, Mick knew she was close to her climax, so he made space to insert two fingers while keeping his tongue exploring. He thrust the digits inside while taking turns between kissing the underside of her legs and licking her juices and clit.

He was in awe watching as Yn sinfully chased her orgasm, taking the reigns and using his face, tongue, and fingers without apologies.

She looked fantastic, especially when she moaned his name along with some incoherent dirty words and let him guide her to the edge. Her body shuddered and jolted before falling forward, painting his face with her cum. Mick observed as her chest rise and fell with ragged breaths, and her legs quivered, still sensitive.

He had a satisfied smirk on his face when he moved her body to lie beside him on the bed. Yn still had her eyes closed in bliss when Mick licked his lips and gathered some of her juices in his mouth, moaning at her taste.

“How did you like it?” he asked, and from the way his voice sounded, Yn knew he was smiling smugly.

“I think we should do it every day.” She pants, still not over all the sensations.

“I can try and make it happen,” Mick hummed and grinned before dipping his head to kiss her lips. His gentle yet sloppy kiss only seemed to fuel Yn’s desire, and they rolled in bed, ready to try a new position.

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mosaickiwi · 5 months

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Heyo i love your works so much ^^ both your writing and your art! i saw that you were accepting writing requests and if youd be willing could i request just a cuddle day in with redacted >< smth really fluffy and mushy where they kiss each other stupid and hold each other close and just general soft times anything rly bc im weak ;; thank you so much!!

Thank you <3!! Cuddles with mushy [REDACTED] yes yes yes 🙏

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Lazy Cuddle Day~

You snuggled closer to the warmth below you, hardly awake despite the rays of sunshine you could feel pouring through the windows. The cozy blanket you'd been under all day was pulled up yet again to cover your form. You stirred at the brush of cool fingers over your skin and gave a hazy smile up at the ocean blue eyes of your new favorite pillow.

“Hey,” [REDACTED] said in a quiet voice. Their hand still wrapped around you lightly rubbed your shoulder in greeting.

“Good morning,” you mumbled before stretching up for a kiss. The faint taste of cherry welcomed you to kiss him a little deeper. You couldn’t help but nibble at his lower lip, earning tired laughter that you felt rumbling from his chest as he held you tight.

They spoke in between each kiss they gave you in return, their lips barely leaving yours. “Gonna say that every time y'wake up? Morning was hours ago, Angel.”

You nodded and nuzzled against his neck. It was like clockwork at this point. You’d wake, shower him with affection, then doze off with his gentle voice in your ear all over again. He seemed all too happy to be held captive as a replacement bed. Although—maybe you were the captive? From the way they had contentedly hummed to themselves every time you fell asleep, it seemed far more likely.

“What time is it?” you suddenly asked. A yawn stuck in your throat and you fought to suppress it.

The obvious, teasing lie came all too easily for them. “It's morning.” Fingers idly stroked through your hair in an attempt to distract you. Instead, you shifted in his arms to grab his phone on the nightstand.

2:14p.m. flashed on the cracked screen and you set it back down. Satisfied, you crawled all the way over their body to lay on the other half of the bed. The sunbeam you'd been sleeping in was sure to end up there as the day went on.

“I guess we can cuddle a little longer,” you joked, fluffing up the pillows that had gone unused until now.

The bed dipped as he immediately moved at your request. You rolled over just in time to see him reach for you. He caught your lips in another fervent kiss as he wrapped you both in the blanket. You blindly grabbed one of their hands, bringing it to rest against your cheek for a sense of comfort. He pulled back to smile at you with a lovestruck expression until your fingers slowly traced along his.

The faintest shade of pink began to stain his skin and he ducked down to hide his emotions in the comfort your shoulder gave. Even still, you could feel their slight tense of happiness as they settled in. A muted yawn slipped out of you. The warmth of your lover—and your second cozy prison—was already enough to have you nestling further into his embrace.

You didn't want to escape just yet.

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fushiguroshotwife · 7 months

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GOJO Rubs your sleepy teared up eyes as he is on top of you "my sleepy princess, tired already? Here I was thinking you were strong enough." You shake your head with your eyes closed and your lips forming a little pout, "n—no G-gojo!.. I can take it.." a little frown rose to his soft cherry red lips as you said that "you sure, baby?" He asked with a stupid smug look on his face. With your panties so very wet and your face looking so damn teary and overwhelmed from Gojo, you nod your head getting prepared for what's about to come and you hear him shake your shoulder in a 'look at me' kind of way " princess, look at me.." he asked in a raspy breathy voice that was deep but soft and kind, you could feel his warm breath on your skin as you nod and open your eyes wide, "turn over. Lemme fuck the other hole, princess." He says in a teasing voice as you obey and turn over and stuff your face in a pillow, his ocean blue eyes sparkle and widened as he saw how wet your panties became, the one he got you for your birthday, "so fuckin' pretty, baby" he says with a dumbass smug look on his beautiful face, he smirks like the evil person he is, " hold tight onto the pillows." He says, you nod helplessly, this was your idea. He takes no time into pushing his already hard cock through your walls as you squirm needly and grab the sheets with your nails as he pushes it more and more into you as you moan deeply "gojo... Aahh right there!" You tears fill fastly on your face as you grunt and your eyes pull back and your head turns as he thrusts harder into your womb, "such a slut you are, my sleepy princess.." he says softy grunting.

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sabokunsmalia · 6 months

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❝ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ❞ featuring: eustass kid, trafalgar law, roronoa zoro theme: one piece content warning: nsfw (mdni!) , teasing, cockwarming, semi-public sex, dirty talk, grinding for literally a second, minimal praise.

❝ 𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 '𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍' 𝐊𝐈𝐃. ❞ ﹙ teasing, cockwarming, semi-public sex, slight cock worship ﹚

❝ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐋𝐀𝐖 . ❞ ﹙ teasing, semi public sexual interaction, dirty talk ﹚

❝ 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎. ❞ ﹙ teasing, semi public sex, grinding, dry sex, dirty talk, slight praise ﹚

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rosesloveletters · 3 months

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What Lies at the End of A Rainbow.

Pairing: 1971 Willy Wonka x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 1,668

Warnings: sexual content / smut

Summary: The sight of Reader wearing Wonka's clothes gets him all hot and bothered.

Author's Note: I finally wrote a smut piece that's shorter than 6k!! this one might seem a little ooc, but what can I say? He's been alone in that factory for so long and he has needs lmaooo enjoy~

Edited.

divider created by @/saradika on Tumblr.

It was mid-morning when Willy Wonka was getting dressed for another day of work inside his chocolate factory and had come out of the bathroom to fetch something, though now he could not remember what; it had completely slipped his mind the moment he saw you moving about in the living area wearing nothing but one of his stark white undershirts.

It took a lot to get him hot under the collar, that was for certain, but the sight of you wearing his clothes gave him an instant erection.

He felt like a hormonal teenager, his body buzzing like it was full of bees akin to the ones living inside of his three-course dinner chewing gum gizmo. His ears were burning and were most assuredly tinged with red and hot to the touch; had he been able to see himself he would have probably crumbled with embarrassment over pitching a tent in his trousers the second he laid eyes on you, but as it turned out, he didn’t give that a second thought because the sight of you held far too much of his attention. His pupils were dilated, almost swallowing up the ribbons of caramel swimming inside his ocean blue irises.

His lips parted, but for once was he completely speechless. Not until your eyes met was he able to form words.

“Gorgeous…” you heard him whisper under his breath.

Just one word murmured in that decadent cadence was enough to make your spine tingle and your lips twitch. The velvet tone of voice he used with you sent warmth straight to your core which ached and pulsed with need as your eyes raked over his half-dressed form.

Wearing only his khaki trousers and white undershirt, Willy Wonka was only half the tastefully dressed chocolatier he normally was, but he was all yours.

Several moves later and you were both on the couch, Wonka in a sitting position with his legs spread and you on top, straddling his lap with purpose. Your tender kisses had him all worked up, his marshmallow-soft lips parted to allow your tongue to delve in and taste the cherry-sweetness of his mouth.

The taste of him always gave you a sugar high.

Your delicate fingers tangled in his wild curls and he groaned deliciously as his eyes rolled back and his hips jolted up into you. You had never seen him this needy for your touch or your body; every graze of skin or kiss to his lips made his stiff cock throb.

You shimmied backward on his lap just enough for you to unbutton his trousers and pull down his zipper while he produced a condom seemingly out of thin air. He tore open the packet, pulled out his cock and rolled the condom onto his shaft. Giving himself a few firm strokes, his head dropped back against the couch and his eyelids fluttered in bliss.

He was ready for you almost immediately and the speed with which he did things made your head spin, but you could not wait to sink onto him and let him fill you up.

His lips crashed onto yours like a tidal wave of tongue and teeth, unwilling to let you stop to take a breath as he entered you abruptly and set a deliberate, steady pace.

His large, warm hands rested on your hips and guided you as you glided up and down on him.

Willy watched you with the hint of a smirk on his face as he shamelessly made love to you in the openness of his living room.

This peculiar behavior made you wonder what had gotten into him, but then again you did not care, so long as he kept thrusting into you like it was the only thing left that mattered. Your heightened sensitivity and the force of his thrusts made moans waterfall from your lips like melted chocolate. You had a distant thought of awareness that you were soaking the crotch of his trousers with your wetness, but neither you nor Wonka were going to stop what you were doing just to reposition.

The wet squelches coming from your core each time his hard cock slid into you sounded obscene, but not as much as the look on his face as he neared release.

His hands slid up underneath the shirt you were wearing and cupped your full breasts, pinching your hard nipples and rolling them gently between his thumbs and index fingers. You mewled and arched your body against his; this reaction pleased him and you could have sworn you heard a faint chuckle fall from his lips.

He sat up a little straighter, angling his hips to reach your sweet spot at the height of every thrust.

Your head was swimming with dizzying sensation and you barely registered the feeling of his lips on your neck as he nibbled and sucked on your supple skin. He was giving you all that he had to give and with you cradling him against you as you rolled your hips onto him, you felt the familiar tension of an impending orgasm beginning to build inside you.

“Oh…Willy…” you moaned his name breathlessly and he thrusted harder, “Willy, I’m gonna—”

He let you say no more; his lips slanted over yours as one of his hands retreated from your chest to rub your clit with his fingers, massaging your sensitive bud to the best of his ability in this position. He knew from pleasant, extensive experience that his hands worked like magic on your body and he could coax you into a mind-bending, earth-shattering orgasm with just a flick of the wrist and the right amount of pressure.

Your lips parted and you emitted a long, low moan as your body erupted with pleasure and the heat of an orgasm flooded your senses. You were rendered silent as your climax took hold and your core throbbed with each crashing wave and milked Wonka’s cock for his own release, which he was steadily approaching with every thrust.

His pace faltered and his hips twitched. He was on the brink and could feel a shudder travel down his spine as his balls tightened; the next thing he knew, he was spending himself inside the condom.

You let yourself linger in the afterglow with him, the warmth spreading between your two bodies reminding you that moments of perfection like these was what lied at the end of a rainbow.

Your mind was honeyed liquid gold and his eyes which were glued to your face reminded you of the planet, with its trailing echoes of land amidst the deep, out-stretched arms of oceans; it made sense to think of him that way, after all, because he was your entire world.

Your fingers gently carded themselves through his mess of curls. You seriously doubted he would mind you messing up his hair, considering he had never tried too hard to keep it styled most days anyway. There were far more important things on Willy Wonka’s mind, now including whom he considered the love of his life.

He wiped his sweat-slick brow with the back of his hand as you shifted your weight and climbed off him, his free hand outstretched to give you support.

He removed the condom and tied it off, then carefully tucked himself away and redid his trousers before standing up to throw it away.

You made your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up and Willy met you there, his arms wrapping around you from behind. He gave your cheek a tender kiss and he hummed in your ear, a pleased little sound of appreciation for letting him take what he had so desperately craved from you.

“I would stay, my dear,” he sounded apologetic now as he spoke to you, “but time waits for no man. Shall I expect you downstairs a little later, then?”

Time waited for no one, not even Willy Wonka.

You nodded in affirmation, “of course, darling. I will see you soon. Shall I bring you some lunch?”

“I would appreciate it very much if you did.”

“Then, I will.”

Willy petted your hair in response and soon he let go of you altogether so that he could finish getting ready for the day.

He made certain that he was presentable and that no one would suspect a thing.

He ended up changing his trousers because the lingering stain of your juices was still damp and, albeit barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking, lovemaking was a very private aspect of his personal life and Willy intended to keep it that way. He would not subject any outsiders to even the idea that he had an active sex life; the very thought made him cringe.

Wonka emerged from your living quarters only once he was fully dressed and deemed himself well-kempt enough to be seen.

You stayed behind and tidied up the living space, not that there was ever much of a mess.

Despite Wonka’s unusual schedule and the disorderly chaos of his Inventing Room, his living area was always kept neat, with everything in its rightful place.

As quickly as the interaction had occurred was it over with and you were still puzzling over what had come over your beloved chocolatier that made him so susceptible to the desire for physical intimacy.

Perhaps the reason would make itself known, but if you had to bet, Willy was not going to be forthcoming about what had gotten him so hot and bothered.

He was a man constantly changing, taken by whims here and there, wherever the wind blew him.

He made up his own mind about things and if one was not swift enough to follow him, it was best to keep in mind that there would be no explanation.

It was one of the things that made you love him so fiercely.

He answered to no one.

You thought that made it even more special when he chose to answer only to you.

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static-fucking-mess · 2 months

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Eddie couldn't help himself. He stared at Billy Hargrove sometimes; the gorgeous curls and wild grin lit something inside of him the first time Eddie had ever laid eyes on him.

Billy's plush lips sucking in the smoke from his Marlboro reds, broad shoulders, tight jeans. Eddie couldn't help himself from focusing on the way Billy's tongue flashed out to wet his lips as the smoke billowed off into the sky from his nose.

Billy washed into Hawkins and Eddie's life like a hurricane from California. His loud car, crashing music, and Eddie knew just from catching sight of him once that he wanted to know everything about him. He imagined if he got close enough he'd still be able to smell the ocean air on his sun kissed skin. He wanted to know his favorite bands, his thoughts on media, God he'd even sit through talking about cars if it meant Billy would look his way. (It wasn't like he wasn't interested, just that his own knowledge was limited to keeping his dinosaur of a van alive, and he didn't want to sound like an idiot. Not in front of Billy.)

Everything about Billy attracted Eddie to him. Eddie Munson had never considered himself shy. Fuck, he was a bit awkward about social boundaries, but he'd never felt shy before. Then, there were rarely ever new people that came to Hawkins to stay. And Billy made it clear that he had no intention of staying. Hawkins was small, and desperately choking on its shallow gene pool, in Eddie's opinion. Fresh faces were hard to find, especially ones that were willing to look his way, after all.

Billy hadn't been willing. To look his way, that was. He took to the social hierarchy like a wrecking ball, and sent it all asunder. King Steve seemed no more, Tommy and Carol seemed to fight more amongst themselves these days instead of making biting remarks at others. But Billy? He still wouldn't spare a breath on Eddie the Freak Munson.

Eddie had tried once.

He'd been utterly tongue tied in approaching Billy, picking at his sleeve. The two stood awkwardly behind the school dumpsters as they had their smoke break. Eddie's hand shook as he rolled his wrist, searching for the right words that refused to come.

"I really— I mean... fuck— sorry. Hold on. Uh—"

Billy's cool gaze slid up from where his zippo burned the cherry of his cigarette. He flicked his wrist to close his lighter before he tucked it away, utterly unimpressed. Eddie would probably be unimpressed with himself too. But damn; Billy Hargrove was a God carved of marble and gold, blessed by California sun. Eddie was a home grown weed from an Indiana backyard. His brown hair frizzy, unkempt, and his skin a touch oily from his aversion to water. It wasn't like he skipped showers because he wanted to. But in that moment Eddie felt painfully aware that Billy Hargrove was miles out of his league.

"Beat it," Billy grumbled at him. "I'm not in the business of making friends with people like you," he hissed. Those beautiful blues steeling into something dangerous that made Eddie's insides go cold. He swallowed back his words and the shaking in his hand seemed to intensify.

"No um... no that's. Fair. People like me?" Eddie inquired, head tipping a bit. He wanted to know just what part of his stigma had reached Billy first. He'd seen the saints necklace dangling in the open neck of his shirt. "The Satan worshipper? The freak?"

"Queers," Billy snapped. He looked at Eddie like a hostile and wild animal. Like his smiles were more reflective of the animal kingdom than the humanity he bore to charm others. Eddie swallowed dry air and dropped his gaze? Putting his cigarette out under his shoe.

"Right," Eddie affirmed. Billy had seen the way the guy looked at him. It was impossible to miss those dark, chocolate doe eyes when they lingered on him. It tickled the inside of Billy's ribs something real funny when he noticed Eddie in class. Distracted, but gazing his way like he was looking at art in a museum.

Billy was used to people lusting after him. He was hot, and god he knew it. He utilized it more often than he probably should have, but his good genetics in the physical appearance department had gotten him into, and out of a lot of trouble.

But Eddie wasn't lusting.

Eddie looked like he was trying to figure him out. Wondering at him. And that was dangerous. Because Billy had caught himself wondering too. What calloused hands would feel like holding down his wrists, or what those pouty lips would feel like stealing the breath off his. Thoughts like that were what had led to them having to leave California. Thoughts that turned to action, action that had made Neil so angry that he gave Billy two options:

Leave California, and the boy behind...

Or go to Summer Camp.

The two seemed like impossible evils to wrestle with. And in the end, with defeat, Billy had chosen to leave his home behind. It had hurt more that the boy had moved on before Billy could even explain himself. He swore, man or woman, he wouldn't date. Dating just brought trouble. Laying roots was dangerous. Ripping them free just hurt more.

So, he broke Eddie's heart before it had the chance to bloom. So he thought.

Nearing the beginning of November, Billy struggled one morning to light his cigarette. Shivering from the cold, and possibly the pain in his ribs. The pain that curled up through him and reminded him that defiance tasted like iron and copper on every breath in.

"Here—" the voice was steeped in sweet honey. Eddie lit his cigarette for him, and Billy flicked his eyes up to meet with Eddie's.

Eddie cupped his hands around Billy's while the cigarette dangled from his lips. Eddie rubbed his rough hands over Billy's to warm them, breathing softly over them to fight away the frost and chill in the air. Billy stood stiff and still like the early frost had taken root in him.

Eddie gazed up at Billy and offered him a smile, almost sheepish as he stepped away. He mourned the loss of that warmth as soon as it was gone, the fleeting action stirring something inside that Billy didn't want to fan the flames of.

"Shit, sorry," Eddie snorted. "I'm kind of a touchy guy, and uh. Social boundaries? Not my strong suit."

Billy chuffed, shaking his head before he took his cigarette loosely between two fingers and spat onto the pavement.

"Don't fucking touch me, freak," he hissed to Eddie. His frustration sizzling as his voice lacked the ire he wanted it to have. He wanted Eddie to flinch and run. But he didn't. Instead he just... shrugged his shoulders, unbothered, and turned away to smoke his own cigarette.

The next time Billy had contact with Eddie, it happened so quickly that Eddie wasn't even sure what had happened. It was just something small. Something... simple. But as they passed in the hall, Tommy had shoulder checked Eddie hard enough to knock him on his ass, laughing like he was looking for Billy's approval. That was not what happened.

The loud crash against the lockers had startled Eddie back to himself from the position he was in on the floor.

Billy had Tommy pinned to the lockers, speaking to him in a low and deeply venomous tone.

"Hands off, Hagan. The only person who gets to mess with the freak is me," he snarled.

Eddie wondered what that meant, but it felt like stepping closer to a warm fire in a way. He knew Damm well it might be dangerous to get too close. But Eddie didn't mind the way Billy burned. He wanted to be caught in the rush of Billy's storm.

Eddie had held that warm feeling in his chest for a while. It felt like a glow, and it was something that made him look Billy's way, even when he was shoved against lockers, shoulder checked in the hall, or had his books knocked out of his hands. Eddie always caught it.

The smile that wasn't mocking, even when Billy would insult him. It was like he couldn't put the same vitriol in it that he used to.

"Freak" felt more like a term of endearment. "Loser" felt like an invitation to squabble. And God did Eddie take every chance to bicker with Billy Hargrove.

Mid December, their words had turned into a tussle.

"You wouldn't dare—" Eddie had invited, grinning at Billy who had every intention of dumping Eddie into a snowbank.

"I think you need to cool it," Billy had snarked back, looking less than threatening with his red beanie on his head, puff ball and all. It had been Eddie's. The beanie. But Eddie hadn't said a word about the gloves, scarf, and hat he'd left in Billy's locker after he had noticed that the boy from California didn't have clothes suited for Indiana winter.

"Don't do it, Billy," Eddie laughed.

"Do what? I don't have any idea what you're talking about," Billy said back, casual as he took a step closer.

It happened, in a crash of flailing limbs and shrieking laughter. Billy saw Eddie for the first time. He saw the bright smile that was punctuated by dimples on either side. He saw the way Eddie's fuzzy hair fanned out in the snow as he was dumped into the snow bank, and god he couldn't help but notice the way flakes stuck in his eyelashes. His cheeks and ears red from the cold; Eddie wasn't wearing gloves, a hat, or a scarf. He'd given up his warm clothes to keep Billy warm.

And that sure made something inside Billy warmer than the sun in California ever could.

It was mid January when a knock resonated number 12 at the forest hills trailer park. It brought Eddie out of dozing. The alarm clock read an ugly 2am back at him that made him groan.

He pulled himself up and out of bed as the knock grew more irritated and insistent, swiping his hands down over his tired face.

"Jesus christ, I'm coming! Fucking relax!" He bellowed. Eddie shoved his feet into his slippers and shuffled to the front door, ripping it open.

"My hours end at 11 pm on week... nights..." the irritation in Eddie's voice gave way to a shocked whisper as he was met with a ghastly sight before him.

Billy Hargrove standing on his porch, braced against the side of the trailer to stop any swaying. It looked like he had bruises littering half of his face, and Eddie imagined it was worse, with the way the bruises on his neck seemed to bloom down under his jacket.

"Hey," Eddie whispered, unsure if he could say more. When he reached to push a curl out of Billy's face, the man flinched like Eddie was about to put a knife to his throat.

Instead, Eddie put his hand on Billy's shoulder and guided him to come inside.

That was the night that Eddie learned about Neil Hargrove. It was the same night that Eddie slept, curled around Billy. Like he could protect him.

Billy slept with his nose pressed against Eddie's collarbone, sinking into the scents of cinnamon and cigarette smoke. Eddie was warm, and even though he was more elbows and knees than plush and soft... Billy felt like he fit perfectly with his head tucked under Eddie's chin. Eddie gave good hugs. Great hugs even. Enough of them that Billy felt drunk on the scent of cinnamon and the comfort of his best friend's arms.

They continued as best friends for a long time. Until the Tragedy of Starcourt. Nobody called Eddie. Nobody had thought to at first, really. With the chaos and the news of Russians under the mall— not to mention how the last week or two, Billy had been avoiding Eddie like he was a Germ.

"Get the fuck away from me—"

"Stay away from me Munson."

"Get the fuck out of my face."

"I won't warn you again, if you come near me, I'll break your fucking neck."

Eddie had been sulking about it. Well. More than sulking if he was honest. Had he cried on Wayne's shoulder? Absolutely. Did he get a speeding ticket on his way to the hospital once Max had called him? Absolutely.

Eddie stood in the doorway of Billy's hospital room, looking in on his best friend like the universe had put a knife through his heart. Billy looked barely alive. Fragile.

Eddie was one of the very few visitors that Billy got. Neil Hargrove hadn't shown his face once. Max had told him in a hushed voice that he had packed his things to leave town. Billy was a hero for saving so many people in the mall fire, and Neil still hated him. Didn't want a disabled son.

Billy woke up alone. He wasn't surprised to wake up alone, in a hospital room without a single card on his bedside. Sure, he wasn't surprised... but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. It hurt like being cracked open from the inside out. A glaring statement that told Billy Hargrove:

'You don't matter.'

Even alone, Billy stifled his sobs so he wouldn't be noticed.

"Easy tough guy," the gentle voice came from the doorway, making Billy's heart jump up into his throat. Eddie came in with the nurses, who checked his vitals and pain levels. But Billy barely noticed them. He was focused on the boy whose smile cleansed the tar clinging to his heart.

"Thought I told you to piss off," Billy snorted through his tears, managing a shaky smile.

"I've never been good at listening," Eddie replied, rubbing his hand through Billy's bed messy curls. "Can't shake me that easy, sweetheart. I thought you'd have learned that by now. That grouchy bullshit isn't gonna shake me," he assured. Eddie was determined enough to stick out the hurricane.

"You're annoying," Billy spat at him, pushing his hand away.

"And I'm determined to continue to be," Eddie replied as he snatched Billy's wrist. He slid his hand up to lace their fingers and squeeze.

"Give it time," Billy said, seemingly unimpressed. He refused to look at Eddie, only because the idiot was gazing at him like he was someone precious.

"I've got time," Eddie replied, unshaken.

"Jesus, Munson, why don't you just— just leave me the hell alone?! Why are you always," Billy's breath hitched as his voice broke. Eddie was always there. Like a balm to his wounds. He didn't flinch when Neil beat him. He opened the door or answered the call no matter how late. Eddie Munson was a rock in the hurricane, ready to weather his storm.

Billy thought back to the memories El had shown him in that pit of darkness. His mother, the beach, the waves... and the snowy December day that Billy had fallen in love with Eddie Munson.

Billy didn't resist when Eddie placed his hand on his neck, thumbing his jaw like he was brittle. Fragile. And Billy supposed he was.

"God damn," Eddie whispered, smiling at Billy with tender eyes.

"What? Quit fucking looking at me like that. Like— like... pity. Jesus or like I'm gonna break. I don't need your bullshit sympathies, or your God damn coddling, Munson."

Billy felt like a wild animal, backed into the corner of a cage. Snapping and growling at the tender hands that wanted to hold him. Especially if that monster still lurked inside him somewhere. Ready to hurt.

That fear washed away when Eddie kissed Billy's knuckles, something soft. Endearing. Billy could only hitch a sob as his forehead thudded in to rest on Eddie's collarbone. He squeezed Eddie's hand, and to his relief... Eddie squeezed back. It felt a whole lot like someone saying:

'You matter. I love you.'

And for once, Billy wasn't afraid of it being a lie.

#mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #mentions of abuse #abuse tw #neil hargrove is his own trigger warning #hurt/comfort #Billy Lives

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Cherries and Espresso

❤︎ nico robin x reader ❤︎

𖤐₊˚.༄ (fluff) 𖤐₊˚.༄

(written with fem reader in mind, but no pronouns mentioned)

tagging: @maddddstuff @bby-deerling @3v37773 @lovelyeddiely @lowkeycasanova @shamblespirate @sanjisjuul

cw: kissing, fluff! very very brief mention of robin's past. robin calls reader beautiful.

summary: robin & reader meet in a bookstore/coffee shop & go on a cute date!

word count: ~1,300

Cherries and Espresso

As you meander down the bustling streets of a quaint town, the crisp autumn air tickles your cheeks, drawing you towards the inviting glow of a cozy bookstore nestled in a corner. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, guiding you towards its welcoming embrace.

Stepping inside, you're enveloped in the comforting aroma of old and new books, mingling with the rich fragrance of coffee. Your fingers trace the spines of countless stories, each one whispering promises of adventure and intrigue.

Lost in the labyrinth of shelves, you suddenly collide with someone, books scattering across the floor. Apologies tumble from your lips as you kneel to help gather the fallen tomes, your eyes meeting those of a mysterious woman with raven hair and bright blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry," you say, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The tall woman smiles gently, her voice soothing and kind. "No harm done. That’s quite the collection you have there."

Embarrassed yet intrigued, you introduce yourself, and the woman reveals her name as Robin.

There’s something about her, something irresistibly intriguing, and you find yourself drawn to her intellect and quiet charm.

As you both gather the books, Robin's fingers linger on a worn-out copy of an old sailor’s tale.

"This one holds a special place in my heart," she remarks softly, her gaze drifting to the cover.

"Oh, that old sailor's tale?" you inquire, intrigued by the mysterious allure of such a book.

The tall woman nods, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Yes, indeed. There's something enchanting about tales of the sea, don't you think? The ocean is so vast, so much to discover.”

You can't help but be captivated by her words, imagining yourself sailing on a ship bound for distant lands. "Absolutely," you agree, "Do you have a favorite sailor's tale?"

Robin's eyes light up with excitement, but her voice remains soft. "Oh, there are so many! But there's one in particular that has always held a special place in my heart. It's a story of courage,” she hums softly, “A quality I cherish dearly.”

Intrigued, you lean in closer, eager to hear more about this captivating tale, and more importantly, the woman telling you about it. "Could you tell me more?" you ask, your curiosity piqued.

"I’d be happy to,” she smiles, gesturing towards the coffee corner, “Would you care for a cup of coffee?”

Grateful for the invitation, you nod eagerly. "I'd love that."

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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and rich espresso beans beckons you to a cozy corner, where you both settle into comfortable seats.

You take a moment to savor the comforting atmosphere, the gentle murmur of conversation blending harmoniously with the soft strains of background music. Robin's eyes sparkle with anticipation as she leans forward, ready to continue your discussion.

"So," she begins, her voice carrying a hint of excitement, "Tell me, what draws you to the world of books and stories?”

You pause to consider her question, reflecting on the myriad reasons why literature has always held a special place in your heart. "For me," you respond thoughtfully, "It's a bit of everything, really. There's a sort of… escapism when delving into stories.”

Robin nods in understanding, "I couldn't agree more. I used books to escape for a long, long time.”

You notice something new dancing in her sapphire eyes; she's reminiscing on something, biting her lip as she swirls the remnants of coffee in her mug.

As Robin sits silently, a gentle empathy washes over you, sensing the weight of her words and the depth of her emotions. Without a second thought, you reach forward and tenderly grasp her hand, offering a silent gesture of support.

Her hand feels warm and reassuring in yours, and you can sense a flicker of gratitude in her gaze as she meets your eyes. The moment stretches between you, filled with unspoken understanding and shared experiences.

"I suppose we all have our reasons for seeking refuge in the pages of a book," you murmur softly, breaking the silence. "But it's comforting to know that we're not alone in finding solace within their words."

Robin's lips curve into a grateful smile, and she gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with genuine appreciation.

As you both delve deeper into your conversation, exchanging thoughts and insights, you realize that this chance encounter in the bookstore has blossomed into something truly special.

And amidst the comforting embrace of coffee-scented air and the endless sea of books surrounding you, you feel a sense of gratitude for the serendipitous magic of the moment.

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As the afternoon sun bathes the bookstore in golden hues, the air crackles with a subtle energy, charged with the thrill of newfound connection. Across the table, Robin's gaze meets yours, a playful twinkle dancing in her enigmatic eyes.

"You know," the tall woman begins, her voice soft but filled with mischief, "I think fate must have intervened for us to meet like this."

You chuckle, feeling a rush of warmth at her words. "Perhaps it's destiny's way of bringing together two lovers of literature."

Robin's laughter is like a symphony to your ears as she leans in closer, her breath mingling with yours. "Or maybe," she murmurs, her tone low and intimate, "It's just a fortunate accident."

With a smile, you reach out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, your fingers lingering against her cheek. "Well, I'm certainly glad for this 'fortunate accident'," you say, your voice soft with sincerity.

The corners of Robin's lips tug into a teasing smile, and she leans back in her chair, her gaze never leaving yours. "As am I, beautiful." she replies.

And then, the raven-haired woman leans in even closer, sending a gentle surge of warmth spreading through your chest, anticipation mingling with a flutter of excitement.

With tender care, she reaches out, her fingers delicately tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

You meet her gaze, your heart pounding in rhythm with the soft melody of the bookstore around you. And then, with a gentle grace, she closes the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

The taste of her cherry lip balm mingles with the lingering flavor of coffee on her tongue, creating a heady concoction that leaves you intoxicated with desire.

In that stolen moment, time seems to stand still, the world outside the bookstore fading into insignificance as you lose yourself in the exquisite sweetness of her kiss.

As you both pull away, a tender silence fills the space between you, a gentle smile playing on Robin's soft lips. Her eyes, bright with a newfound intimacy, hold yours in a steady gaze.

She reaches out to take your hand in hers, and with a soft chuckle, she breaks the silence, her voice carrying a playful lilt. "You know," she begins, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "I think this little love story of ours would make for a fantastic book."

You can't help but smile at her words, a warm blush flooding your cheeks.

"I think you're onto something," you reply softly, "Perhaps we could even write it together someday."

The idea seems to resonate with Robin, her smile widening as she squeezes your hand gently. "I'd like that.”

i was so sad after writing that ace fic i had to do a fluffy one about my comfort character. ♡︎₊˚❀.ೃ࿔*:･

#one piece x reader #x reader #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #one piece #robin x you #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #nico robin #nico robin x you #one piece one shot #one piece robin #one piece imagine #one piece headcannon #one piece imagines #nico robin one piece

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To tame a butterfly.

Starring: Shinobu x reader; Giyuu x reader; Shinobu x Giyuu (threesome).

Warnings: Nsfw, language, bondage, spanking, oral sex (reader and Giyuu receiving), sub!shinobu, dom!reader, dom!giyuu, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, slight degradation kink, spit as lube, hate sex.

Plot: Shinobu has been taunting Giyuu and you for years. It’s time for her to pay for her sins and use that pretty mouth of hers for better purposes than spitting snippy comments at your faces.

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It was supposed to end like that. She should have seen it coming, after years spent in running her mouth and degrading you two in front of the others. The Insect Pillar, tears streaming down her cheeks, was currently knelt in front of Giyuu, where she actually belonged.

Hands tied behind her back, completely naked, she was trying her best to fit his entire length down her throat. She gagged, earning an annoyed scoff from the Water Pillar, towering over her and fisting her hair in his hand. Her hairpin was no where to be seen, her dark bob with her peculiar purple bangs was swaying messily around her visage, as she stared up at him defiantly.

You hated to admit it, but she looked stunning. Flawless, as she had always been.

“Fine, Kocho. You think you cannot take it, huh?Don’t worry, I’ll fuck your face until you choke on my cum” Giyuu spat, snapping his hips roughly forward, until his whole shaft was buried deep into the girl’s throat. She shrieked, a guttural groan erupting from her stuffed mouth. You smiled, watching how Giyuu thrusted into her mouth at a seemingly unhuman pace. You knew she was enjoying herself, you knew it from the view you had on her glistening slit and the way she was not even trying to fight back.

She was totally into it and so were you.

“Damn, Y/N, come here” Giyuu breathed out, his half-lidded ocean blue eyes peeking at you from behind his dark eyelashes. You had never seen him like that, lustful gaze and a dominating aura sending shivers down your spine.

You tiptoed up to him, your yearning mouth chasing his one and meeting it in a sloppy kiss. You bit his lower lip and he let out a soft moan, before pulling away and hinting with a nod of his head at the fellow Hashira diligently sucking his dick. Shinobu looked wild. Her gradient violet eyes were scanning your faces in plead and hunger, drool dripped down her chin as she tried to catch her breath. Her jaw stung and the pressure coiling between her legs was growing unbearable, yet she was far from giving up and allow you two to brag around about how you had broke her.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Kocho? – you chimed, kneeling down next to her – Do you mind if I take a look at that pretty, little cunt of yours?” you asked her, crawling right behind her. She whined, batting her eyes close and spreading her legs for you. She was in a desperate need of a release, her eyes watering, when you reached your hand out to rub her clitoris. Your fingers drew figures eight on her bundle of nerves, her juices, running down her thighs, coated your fingers in the sweet, sticky essence you had always yearned to taste.

“What a bitch in heat you are…” you whispered, slipping two fingers into her entrance without warning her. She winced at the unexpected intrusion and Giyuu sighed, suddenly pulling out of her mouth to allow the Insect Pillar to properly breathe. You grinned, pumping your fingers into her core as she moaned out incoherent words, between her heavy breaths.

“You better make me cum…” she uttered, biting down on her lower lip in distress.

You arched your eyebrow at her request, exchanging a knowing look with Giyuu before abruptly pushing her face down on the floor and spitting on her anal cherry. Giyuu wanted it, you remembered how the idea of taming her like that made him go feral and, now that he could finally have his way with her, you were more than glad to help him take his little revenge. You untied her small hands and she just stretched them out in front of her, contemplating the bruises skin of her wrists in contempt.

“You are not in the position to claim your rights, Shinobu-kun… – you cooed, switching places with Giyuu and watching as he lined his erected shaft to her tight hole – Now, be a good girl and lick my pussy until I cum” you murmured, shifting your position and laying down in front of her.

You spread your legs and Shinobu grinned at the sight of your wet pussy on display. Apparently, she had some kind of influence over you then. The petite girl shot a coquettish glance at you and took a hold of your legs, leaning her face down to your heat. You felt her breath fanning your core and you knew she was in the mood to tease you, to try and win some kind of control over the situation.

But she was not going to have the upper hand, at least, not this time.

You gritted your teeth and shot your hand down to her head, tangling your fingers in her hair and giving them a yank, to lock eyes with her “Giyuu, do it” you singsonged, watching how her eyes grew round and her mouth hanged open, forming the shape of an ‘O’, as she was dealing with the pain of adjusting her hole to the unusual penetration.

“Fuck… Argh!” she cried out, a single tear falling from her lashes, as Giyuu thrusted deep into her, cussing for the tightness he met as he worked on a way to push every inch of his cock into her bowels. Oh, you would have lied, if you had said you were not drawing pleasure from watching her face contort in the desperate one of someone enduring an immense pain.

She deserved it.

“He’s just halfway in, Shinobu-kun! – you mocked her, pushing her head down to your aching core – Better focus on something else, hm?” you cooed, as she groaned in frustration and dag her nails onto the plushiness of your thighs.

As Giyuu bottomed out, lolling his head back in ecstasy, you felt her tongue lick a stripe down your folds, collecting your juices from your entrance. You moaned, arching your back in pleasure, as she swirled her moistened organ around your clitoris to elicit sinful whines from you.

“Ah— You… You’re a natural. I should’ve known you were born for this” you blurted out, flushing up at the glance she shot in your direction, tongue deep into your spasming hole.

Giyuu spanked her, earning a pleading moan from the petite woman eating you out. You locked eyes with him, watching how he pulled back before rutting his hips back into her. His hand gripped the back of her neck, forcing Shinobu to keep her head buried between your thighs.

“More, more, please–…” she pleaded him, her lips sucking onto your clit as she slipped a finger into your hole, curling it to stimulate your spongy insides.

Profanities fell from your swollen lips, as Giyuu decided it was time to switch holes and shoved his length into her dripping pussy. She mewled, lewd noises of their sweaty bodies smacking at the rough pace he was fucking her with pierced your ears.

Her tongue viciously lapped at your entrance, her pointy nose brushing against your throbbing clitoris in the process. The muffled moans she released against your heat were music to your ears and the cause of the pleasure engulfing the petite girl’s stomach was none other than Giyuu’s cock hitting her g-spot relentlessly from behind.

The filthy sound of his thighs slapping against her asscheeks and the way he smacked her behind to elicite those cute little noises she made from her throat were enough to drive you to the edge.

You moaned, your hand fisting her hair in your fingers as you desperately bucked your hips up against her face, in your ultimate attempt to cum onto her mouth. Gosh, you hated her, you really did and, by the way Giyuu pounded into her abused hole mercilessly he did the same.

“Fuck!” you cried out, squeezing her heart-shaped visage between your shaking thighs. You were close, so close to reach your climax and her tongue, swirling around your clit at an animalistic pace, was all that it took for you to melt under her touch. You came, eyes rolling back into your skull as she made sure to wipe away every delicious drop oozing out of your pussy.

Not longer after that, as you tried to collect yourself from your orgasm, Giyuu snapped and wrapped one hand around Shinobu’s throat, pulling her up against his chest. His other arm snaked around her tiny waist, holding her in place as he chased after his own orgasm. They moaned in sync, as she creamed his shaft and he spurted his seed into her pussy, clamping onto him so perfectly.

They were the perfect match, you had to admit it.

Devasted, they collapsed down onto the futon. The only sound audible in the room were your heavy breaths and you allowed a comfortable silence to swallow you all. You were drained, but your stamina were still there and you could say the same about your partners: you were three hashiras for a reason, after all.

You sat up, running your fingers through your messy hair and shooting a lascivious look at Shinobu “Round two, bitch?” you chimed, watching how she smirked and lazily crawled towards you. You stayed still, allowing her to climb on your lap, to cup your face in her hands and pinning you down on the lewd mattress.

She straddled your waist, her fingers pinching your nipple, causing a squirm to escape your mouth “Oh, you can bet your ass I’m in… – she whispered, planting a brief kiss on your lips – That’s just the way that it works, right? You fuck me, I fuck the shit out of you”.

And she did.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

My, my… This is the first threesome I have ever written in my life and, to be honest, I don’t really know how to feel about it. I hope you enjoyed it!

Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated!

#demon slayer #shinobu x reader #shinobu x f!reader #kocho shinobu #shinobu x giyuu #shinobu x y/n #shinobu x you #giyuu x you #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #tomioka x reader #giyuu smut #shinobu smut #female reader x shinobu #shinobu x reader x giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic

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