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harlot-of-oblivion · 10 months

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The Devil’s In The Details

You try to give Dante and your budding desire for him the cold shoulder, but it proves to be more difficult than you thought as you continue the investigation.

It may have been almost a year since my last update, but I still haven't lost the drive to continue this fiery romance!

Hope you enjoy! 🌹🥰🌹

Chapter 9: Growing Attraction and Blessed Distractions

After a quick stop at your office, you finally leave the station with your partner hot on your heels. You head to your motorcycle but stop short as the hellish roar of Cavaliere blasts through the parking lot. Your eyes flicker over to see your helmet sitting just behind its seat. Huh…almost forgot I left it there. You ignore the spare helmet strapped to your bike and walk towards the much faster ride with an amused smirk.

“Hey again, handsome.”

Cavaliere answers you with an enthusiastic rev of its engine as you grab your helmet. Dante crosses his arms and looks down at the Devil Arm with an incredulous shake of his head. “Wow. Desperate much?”

“Jealous much?” you retort with a teasing quirk of your brow.

“Hell no,” he denies with a roll of his eyes as you put on your helmet. “So, where are we going?”

You swing your leg over the devilish motorcycle. “You’ll see.”

Dante uncrosses his arms as you settle in the front part of the seat. “Seriously? You’re hijacking my own ride?”

“Cavaliere doesn’t mind…right?”

The fiendish purr of its engine bursts into another hellish roar as you wrap your fingers around its handles. I’ll take that as a yes, you muse as Dante lets out a bewildered sigh.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters while taking a seat behind you. His arms encircle your waist before pulling you back into his warm embrace. “So, you really think you can handle my ride?”

You hear his suggestive whisper despite the loud engine and the helmet covering your ears. A sizzling chill runs up your spine as his broad and muscular chest presses against your back. The constant anger boiling in your gut bubbles with desire as you breathe in his smoky scent. And just the thought of a raunchy ride with your devilish partner…

“The rougher, the better.”

You didn’t mean to respond, but it just kind of slipped out. Oh no, hell no, fuck this! you fume, desperately squeezing the clutch as you shove him back with your shoulders. Cavaliere lurches forward with a boisterous growl, instantly zooming out of the parking lot as your mind speeds away from this infuriating attraction to him. But Dante tightens his arms around your waist as a deep and husky purr rumbles against your back, basically telling you that he knows there’s something between you two…which both annoys and excites you.

Lives don’t depend on you getting laid…so focus, dammit! you berate yourself as the sheer adrenaline of steering such a powerful Devil Arm drowns the desirous thoughts running through your head.

You zip through the streets towards the ruined outskirts of the city, paying no mind to how fast you’re going as you wonder what you’ll find at the scene. Your eyes flicker down at the speedometer…or where the speedometer should be. Instead, you meet the sparkling red eyes of the devilish face just below the wicked horns protruding above the handles. Its purple grin glows brighter as the guttural growl of the engine grows louder, and you get the sense that Cavaliere wants to go faster.

Okay, this is fucking weird. Never thought I’d be test driving a motorcycle with a mind of its own, you admit while your fingers twitch around the clutch. But I really shouldn’t-

Your hesitant thought comes to a halt as Dante slowly slides his hands down your waist. His fingers squeeze and stroke your hips, clearly trying to get a rise out of you despite racing through the streets. So fucking reckless…but two can play this game. You lean forward with a determined scowl, subtly shifting further back in your seat with a small wiggle of your hips. His thighs twitch as your ass brushes against his crotch, and you have to admit that teasing the most notorious devil hunter in the city feels pretty fucking good. But you ignore the sudden urge to drive him wild as you throw caution to the wind and release the full throttle of his monstrous ride with a smug smile.

Cavaliere bursts forth with a sudden jolt, and you swear you hear a sinister laugh coming from the fiendish growl of his engine. A rush of adrenaline sinks into your stomach as various cars and the buildings pass by in a dizzying blur. You chuckle softly as Dante digs his fingers into your hips, probably cursing under his breath or making some flirtatious quip. But you can’t hear a damn thing with the wind whistling over your head, undoubtedly keeping your partner at bay as your ponytail whips wildly in his face.

Finally…some peace and quiet, you muse while focusing on the road.

You zip through traffic lights and curve around streets in blessed silence. The buildings become more sparse the closer you get to the outskirts of the city. Some of the city has recovered quite well since that demon tree incident, but there are still some areas that have proved difficult to repair due to various reasons. The total annihilation of roads, massive mounds of crumbling buildings, stray demons, and gangs using some of the abandoned subway tunnels as hideouts has really done a number to this part of town.

So why the hell did an upper-class housewife come here? you wonder, already sketching this piece of the puzzling picture in your mind as you arrive at your destination.

You clutch the brake lever and skid to an impressive halt just outside the taped perimeter of the scene. The surrounding officers draw back in alarm, but they relax when you remove your helmet before flashing your badge. You calmly shake your head as Carmen rushes over with an excited flail of her arms.

“Whoa! Arriving in style, I see!”

Your lips curl into a fond smirk. “Good looking and fast as hell…absolute perfection,” you declare while patting the top of Cavaliere’s fiendish face, earning you a low guttural purr from his engine at your praise.

“Get a room, you two!” Dante quips with a disgusted groan as he hops off the bike.

You chuckle softly as Cavaliere revs his engine loudly in response. Carmen looks between you, Dante, and the devilish motorcycle with a quirked brow as you put your helmet down before hopping off with a confident huff.

“So, what do we have so far?” you ask while taking your notebook out of your coat pocket.

“Well, first and foremost…the cute lil pupper is safe!” she exclaims, hurriedly pointing towards an officer holding a trembling Yorkshire terrier. “A lil starved and hydrated, but still alive and barky as hell,” she adds with a relieved smile.

You open your notebook and write a quick update about the dog. “Is that how the car was found?”

“Yup! One of the construction workers over there heard the lil bugger yapping up a storm while on break,” she confirms while directing your gaze with a slight nod of head. You look over and see a group of guys in bright yellow vests talking with a couple of officers.

“We gotta get their statements. Think you can handle that?” you ask while turning to your partner.

Dante meets your stoic gaze with a playful smirk. “And let you have all the fun?”

“More like making sure you don’t fuck up any more evidence,” you reply with unimpressed quirk of your brow.

“You lick a sample of demonic venom one time…” he trails off with a disappointed shake of his head.

Carmen’s eyes widened in shock. “You did what?!”

“Just go and meet us past the tape when you’re done,” you demand with an annoyed grimace, totally ignoring the amused curve of his lips as he sidles up next to you.

“Alright, alright,” he murmurs with a defeated sigh before leaning down real close to your face. “Anything for you, Honeybee.”

I really hate that fucking nickname, you thought irritably as he gives you a charming wink before heading towards the group of construction workers.

Carmen looks in his direction before turning to you. “Did he really lick that icky stuff from the bodies?”

“Yes,” you reply, never turning your gaze from him. “But he was able to confirm that it was from a demon,” you disclose with a proud quirk of your lips.

“Hey! That’s great! Really gross…but great!” she exclaims with an enthusiastic smile before sweeping her hand towards the taped off area. “Well then, shall we?”

You turn to her and nod. “Lead the way.”

There’s one thing that can distract you from this insufferable attraction you have for your partner: some sleuthing at a crime scene. The flirtatious glances, the suggestive pickup lines, and the warm tingle on your skin from his body heat all fade away as you follow Carman past the tape. You take out your glasses and slip them on as you come upon the missing car, a white minivan with various stickers about dogs on the back windshield. It seems to be in good condition, no obvious signs of damage or flat tires, you note, taking in the scene while collecting your thoughts. You skim through your notebook before turning to Carmen with a determined flick of your head.

“What have we got here?”

“Besides animal abuse? Just an abandoned car holding a key piece of evidence!” she declares while picking up a large evidence bag. “Ta-da! The murder weapon!” she reveals with a proud smile. “I already dusted it for prints, and as you can see…”

Your eyes narrow as you inspect a hybrid golf club, instantly recognizing the deep reddish-brown stains splattered on its head as dried blood. You quickly sketch out this grisly piece of evidence in your notebook as you give Carmen an impressed smile.

“Good work, Sandiego.”

“Thanks, Quickdraw!” she beams with a soft giggle. “Still gotta run some tests on it to be sure, but I’m pretty confident that this is what beat Mr. Harmon all to hell!”

“Where did you find it?” you ask while turning your attention to the unassuming minivan.

“On the floor behind the passenger seat,” she informs as you flip to a blank page for your next sketch. “Lemme show you.”

You take out a pair of rubber gloves and slip them on as Carmen leads you to the unassuming minivan. She slides the back door open and points to the floorboard. “It was laying right here…just out in the open,” she comments as you poke your head inside for a closer look.

“Not even trying to hide it,” you murmur while taking in the interior of the car.

It appears like the average minivan of an upper-class housewife, utterly pristine with luxurious furnishing and leather seats. But you see past this illusion as the stench of dogshit and piss wafts out of the car. Your nose bristles at the foul smell as you look around before peeking over the front seats.

“Well, that’s gonna be a bitch to fix,” you quip wryly as while squinting at scratched claw marks littering the passenger seat.

Carmen laughs as you lean back out of the car. “Oh yeah! It’s gonna be paws-itively expensive!”

Your eyes roll at her terrible pun as you make a quick sketch of the van in your notebook before walking around to the driver’s side. “Did you happen to find the car key?” you inquire while opening the door.

“Yep! It was still in the ignition when we arrived at the scene.”

You quirk your brow as you carefully inspect the seat and floor for any feces or urine. “Were the doors locked?”

“Nope! It’s as if she just-”

“Didn’t give a damn about getting caught,” you finish while taking a seat in front of the wheel. “Was there still gas in the car?”

“Not sure,” she admits with a thoughtful frown. “It wasn’t running when we arrived, but we can check real quick!”

Carmen runs off and retrieves a ring of keys from an evidence bag before coming back with a helpful smile. The abundance of dog themed keychains and charms jingle softly as you take the keys. You find the correct key and insert it into the ignition before cranking the car back to life. Your eyes hone in on the fuel gauge as the dashboard lights up.

“Still plenty of gas in the tank,” you inform while opening your notebook. “And the check engine light isn’t on.”

“Which means…?” Carmen prompts with a curious squint of her eyes.

“It rules out the possibility that Mrs. Harmon left the car here due to a malfunction of some sort,” you explain while drawing a key, a gas tank, and an engine next to your sketch of the van. “She flees the scene with her dog and drops the murder weapon behind here like it’s no big deal,” you surmise, quickly tilting your head towards the backseat as you cross out each drawing. “Then, she abandons it all with no care in the world…but why here?” you wonder while looking out at the desolate ruins of the city.

“Maybe there was an underground dog show around here.”

Your head wipes around at the sound of Dante’s voice. Carmen shuffles to the side as he approaches with a friendly smile. “Whoa”, he murmurs while leaning into the car, instantly waving the air as the horrid smell of dogshit hits his nose. “Looks like someone had a ruff day in there.”

Carmen chuckles at his stupid pun as you tilt your head with an unimpressed grimace. “Did you get their statements?” you ask in a deadpan tone.

“I got it right here,” he replies while giving his temple a tap with his fingers.

“Really?” you snap, angrily turning the car key in the ignition before jerking it out. “You didn’t even wri-”

The subtle sound of something jostling below puts a pause on your irritated reprimand. You glance down and search around until spotting an object tucked away next to the seat.

Dante furrows his brow with interest. “What is it?”

“There’s something jammed in between the seat and armrest,” you explain while trying to dig it out with a soft grunt. “Can’t reach it though.”

Carmen moves closer as she reaches into her pocket. “Lemme see.”

You jump out of the seat and step to the side. Carmen takes out a pair of long tweezers and hops into the car. “Hmm,” she hums while slipping the tweezers in between the seat and armrest. She fiddles around with it for a moment before grunting in frustration.

“Can’t get a grip with my tweezers.”

You tap your pencil against your notebook in thought. “Can you push it down further under the seat?”

“Good thinking, Quickdraw!”

Carmen looks over her shoulder with an ecstatic grin as you reach for the back door. But Dante beats you to it, and slides it open for you with a dramatic bow and charming smile. You glare at him as you kneel down to the ground and lean in slightly to see under the front seat. Carmen checks to see if you’re in position before gently prodding the mysterious object with her tweezers, chewing her lip in concentration until it slips free with a soft clatter.

“There!” she announces with a soft cheer.

You carefully reach under the seat and grab the object before pulling it out for closer inspection. Your brows furrow as you behold the most intimidating syringe you’ve ever seen. The needle appears to be two inches longer than your standard syringe, and its thick metal barrel feels heavy in your hand as you show off this new piece of evidence.

Carmen’s eyes widen as she peeks around the front seat. “Holy shit…”

Dante tilts his head as he leans against the car door. “Not your normal syringe, I guess?”

“For horses, yeah! But not humans!” Carmen exclaims while gaping at the monstrous syringe.

You remain quiet as your meticulous gaze hones in on a small hexagon etched into the barrel of this unusual syringe. There’s definitely a connection here, you surmise while adding more detail to the picture in your mind.

Carmen frowns at your silence, but then gasps softly as she meets your contemplative gaze. “Ooh, wait a minute…do you think this-”

“Was used to inject Mr. Harmon with that demonic venom?” you finish as your thoughts churn at the implication of this new piece of evidence. “We won’t know ‘til we test it.”

“Or you could find out now,” Dante offers with a casual shrug.

You scowl at his suggestion as you rise to your feet. “Hell no.”

“Oh, c’mon on, Detective!” he pleads while meeting your stoic gaze. “How can I help you with my demonic expertise if you won’t let me use it?”

Carmen pokes her head out of the car. “He’s got a point.”

Your lips twist into an irksome frown as you turn towards Carmen. Her chipper smile instantly fades at the sight of frigid glare, but her entreating eyes makes you reconsider your partner’s offer with a begrudging sigh.

It would be stupid of me to not take advantage of his skills…even if it’s absolutely repulsive.

“Fine,” you relent while turning back to your partner. “But I’m not letting you ruin more evidence!”

You slide the plunger of the syringe out before handing it to Carmen. Then, you stick your finger into the barrel and twist it around, hopefully collecting enough of the unknown substance in there onto your rubber glove before taking it back out. You pass the barrel to Carmen as you examine your finger closely, readjusting your glasses with a satisfied grunt as you turn back to your partner.

Dante raises his brow as you present your finger to him with a resigned glower. His eyes flicker between your hand and your face as he straightens up to his full height. Then, he takes a step closer and grabs your wrist with a pleased smirk before glancing down at your gloved hand.

“Hmm…kinda looks like the venom,” he softly notes while bending down closer. You can feel the intense warmth of his hand radiating through your glove as he breathes in deeply. “And smells like it too,” he adds as his thumb rubs the inside of your palm.

Both of your eyes meet as he slips your finger between his scruffy lips. Your face remains composed, but you shiver slightly at the feel of his searing hot tongue lapping around your finger. His alluring gaze bores into you, flashing red with a devilish glint in his striking blue eyes. And even though you’re wearing a rubber glove, he still licks and strokes every inch of your finger with a muffled moan. Your face flushes a little, and at this point…you can’t tell if it’s from the budding desire for your partner or the crackling outrage at this shameless display in the middle of a crime scene!

“Alright, enough!” you bark while tearing your finger out of his eager mouth.

You glare up at him furiously as you rip the rubber glove off your hand with a disgusted scowl. And he has the nerve to act like he wasn’t trying to rile you up with his teasing tongue with a casual shrug. But the knowing smile on his scruffy face as he smacks his lips in thought doesn’t fool you. He knows damn well how close you are to shanking him for pulling such a stunt during an investigation!

“Well?” Carmen prompts behind you, completely oblivious to what just happened as she hops out of the car.

“Very sweet,” he discloses with a suggestive wink before looking over your head at Carmen. “And it’s definitely the same venom.”

“Oh, that’s so cool! Still pretty gross though,” she admits as you tear your other glove off with an aggravated huff.

Dante shrugs nonchalantly. “Eh, I’ve had worse!”

“Really?!”

You open your notebook and tune out their idle chatter as you reassess the case with this new bit of information. Your anger slowly subsides as you draw a syringe, swiftly scribbling a note about it being well hidden in the minivan…unlike the murder weapon. But why go through the trouble of hiding that instead of disposing of the most incriminating evidence? you wonder while flipping back to your morbid drawing of Mr. Harmon’s badly beaten body.

Does it have something to do with it being demonic venom? If so, then maybe whoever supplied her with it wouldn’t take kindly to it being involved in a murder.

The small black card with the yellow hexagon logo you found in the Harmon’s security box suddenly comes to mind. You flip to the page with your drawings of that investigation as all the pieces begin to align in a possible theory. The only place they could get their hands on something like that is the black market…plenty of dealings involving everything demonic there, you deduce while making a note to look into it later. Then, you flip back to your sketch of the minivan before turning your attention to Carmen.

“Were there any footprints when you arrived at the scene?”

Carmen immediately stops her frivolous banter with your partner as she meets your intense gaze. “Uh, no definite footprints here since…” she trails off while tapping the worn asphalt below with her foot. “But one of my boys mentioned that he thinks he found tracks by that subway entrance right over there.”

You glance up in the direction she’s pointing towards with a speculative squint. “If I was a murderous wife on the run…” you begin while pondering the actions of your prime suspect. “Fleeing to the ruinous parts of the city that connect to abandoned tunnels underground seems like a good way to elude the police.”

Dante sidles up beside you as he looks in the same direction. “Worth checking out, right?” he asks with an intrigued sparkle in his eyes.

“Damn right,” you agree, quickly closing your notebook with a determined snap before sliding it in your coat pocket.

Carmen between you two with a concerned frown. “Are ya sure? Anything could be down there: demons, drug dealers…hell, the subway tunnels could collapse if you’re not careful!”

“Sounds like a party to me!” Dante jests as he makes his way to the entrance of the subway.

“We can handle it, Sandiego,” you assure while taking off your glasses with a confident flick of your head. “Just keep everyone on standby just in case.”

Carmen nods as you follow behind your partner. “You got this, Quickdraw!”

You catch up to Dante as he approaches the tape barrier of the scene. He lifts it up and motions to you with a gentlemanly gesture. “Ready for some action, Honeybee?”

Your brows furrow at his charming theatrics as you step under the tape. “Only if it’ll get us closer to cracking this case.”

“All work and no play,” he complains with a disappointed sigh while following suit.

“Damn straight,” you reply with an annoyed huff as you walk towards the subway entrance. “Someone’s gotta be the brains of the operation.”

Dante clutches at his chest with a pained grunt. “Ooh, it stings so good!” he exclaims, swiftly rushing ahead before turning to you with a playful grin. “You never disappoint.”

He really has no shame, you observe with a slight smile. It’s actually kind of sexy.

You feel a pleasant flutter in the pit of your stomach at the unbidden thought. And you immediately berate yourself as you continue towards the subway entrance with a frustrated grimace. Dante chuckles softly at your grumpy response as he follows close behind, making your skin tingle with his sizzling body heat as you wrangle with these damn feelings.

But despite ignoring this growing attraction for your partner…it seems it won’t go down without a fight.

🔪❤️‍🔥🔪

#dante x reader #dante #devil may cry #dmc #detective reader #murder mystery #the devil's in the details #the plot thickens #and so does the tension 😏#feels so good to update this after long!#harlot writes

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a-hazbin-reader · 4 months

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Fluff, Romantic Tension, Slight Jealousy

Description: Alastor loves to dance but with you especially

Alastor is a fantastic dancer, you could ask any of his dance partners and they would all agree

Mimzy, Rosie, Charlie...ect Lucifer

But they would also agree that there is a certain amount of...polite distance when it comes to dancing with him

No real connection, just as if Alastor is going through the motions of the dance

Your own dance partners could say the same of you, that you know the moves, you play the part well. You may even be having fun with them but it's not exactly intimate

Alastor could watch you dance all day, loves watching you move, but at the same time he kinda hates seeing you dance with others

Heaven forbid if you dance with Lucifer(That mf totally would ask you to dance if it meant pissing Alastor off)

He just doesn't trust anyone else or their intentions with you, he's not jealous

Jealousy implies that he's scared of losing you to someone else and that would never happen

But your friend doesn't have to have their hand so close to your rump

But dancing together is different for you and him

When you and Alastor dance together, no matter the style, you two always dance as if you're the only two people in the room

Gazes locked with each other, bodies pressed close, movements fluid and united as one

😭 you two are a work of art on the dance floor

Honestly, sometimes your audience feels a little uncomfortable watching the two of you, even if the dance isn't a steamy one, something about it feels a little voyeuristic

Not that you two even notice, too in the moment with each other to even pay attention to anyone else

He's playful when dancing with you too, switching up the rhythms, changing the dance, pulling little stunts to fluster you

Oops! He almost tripped you and now you're caught in his arms, hugging his neck for dear life. Gosh, he's so clumsy sometimes 😌

Bastard

Not you retaliating by saucing up the dance a little, giving little kisses under his chin, hooking a leg around his waist

Bitch

You two have fun little ways of asking each other to dance that totally don't make others uncomfortable

Alastor simply steals you away from your current dance partner, giving them a not so gentle bump and taking their place like nothing happened

You running a coy finger along his jaw and beckoning him out to the dance floor as you pass by

Not his ears fluttering about excitedly, tail wagging

He already always looks smug but when he dances with you he looks like the cat that got the cream

Not him showing off with/for you in front of everyone

Once he's got you then nobody else is allowed to be your dance partner for the rest of the night, not that you mind

He will scare off anybody who even tries to cut in, if fear mongering doesn't work then a random tentacle will simply toss the offender away

He never even looks away from you while he does it

🙄 "Alastor-" "I'm not sorry." 😏

If someone wants to dance with him then all you have to do is grip him a little tighter and lay you head on him, his attention will never leave you

Not him straight up ignoring them

You two honestly sometimes dance all night, not even noticing when everyone is gone and the music stops

The only thing that changes is that you two become softer together, swaying together as you lean on him, arms lazily looped around his neck. His chin resting on your head, hugging your waist softly.

You two are just too fucking cute

The dances always end with a kiss 💋 before reluctantly pulling apart, Alastor wearing a stupidly soft look on his face that he would later deny

Alastor loves to dance but he fucking loves dancing with you

Alastor when someone tries to dance with his wife:

#alastor hazbin x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader

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astrologyinterests · 7 months

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✨ s p i c y ✨

astro observations. 18+

hey y’all. ✨ it’s been so long since my last post! i kind of fell into a depression & lost my passion for astro & pretty much everything else in my life. i’m still not 100% yet, but i felt inspired enough to make this ✨ s p i c y ✨ post. so enjoy! ps. these are just my observations!

🌶️ i’ve noticed that those with a natal venus square mars are freaks. i have this aspect & lemme tell you.. 👀 my venus causes me to act shy & modest; giving off a certain innocence, but when i truly desire someone, i won’t be shy about it! but with the square, it makes me come across as very bold & forward, almost brash. which is sometimes to my detriment. (i’ve kinda scared guys off 😅) they just couldn’t handle the heat. 😌🔥

🌶️ having venus square mars in synastry causes intense, sexual attraction. but while the attraction is off the charts, it can cause the timing & desire to be off, i’ve noticed. if you’re mars, you can come across as aggressive or too forward for venus‘ liking. or one of you could want it, and the other isn’t really feeling it at that time. or the times when you both do want it, something hinders y’all from getting down n‘ dirty!

🌶️ does anyone have the experience of someone with their jupiter on your moon wanting to get you pregnant? lmao i like a guy who has his jupiter conjunct my moon, and he has said he wanted to get me pregnant. but i think it’s because he wants to see me “big & full of his kids” 😭 with the moon having to do with the mother & jupiter being expansion. also, jupiter could just absolutely love the moons fullness & curves.

🌶️ people have talked about this aspect many times, but since i’ve experienced it, i have to talk about it too! mars conjunct ascendant. woowee! baby listen! the palpable tension & attraction is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. you can literally feel the heat radiating off each other. it’s to the point where y’all could rip off each others clothes right there & not care who’s watching. he was mars, and i was the ascendant and he couldn’t keep his hands & eyes off me.

🌶️ having mars trine/sextile jupiter in synastry could possibly lead to y’all hunching a lot. there is a lot of passion and energy here. can’t stop, won’t stop!

🌶️ someone with a natal mars-jupiter aspect could have a lot of stamina! so be prepared to go aaall night. 😏

🌶️ having your lilith on someones midheaven could possibly cause scandal. with the midheaven/10th house having to do with the public & ones reputation, you could be the “bad influence” on the 10th houser; you could bring them to do things or act in ways they know they shouldn’t. i know someone who had her lilith on a married man’s midheaven & let’s just say… they had an affair, people found out and things didn’t end well. obviously. having this synastry aspect makes the 10th houser view lilith as irresistible & forbidden.

🌶️ do cancer risings enjoy nipple stimulation? because i can’t get off without it. lol it’s my favorite type of foreplay!

🌶️ also, i know someone who has a cancer moon, which tightly conjuncts my cancer rising and he is obsessed with my breasts. he loves sucking my nipples & i love getting them sucked. 🫣 its just something about cancers & breasts. it’s crazy. lol

🌶️ having natal venus square/opposite saturn could indicate someone who is sexually repressed; they could feel shame for their sexual desires or have trouble expressing these desires. (just know that there is nothing wrong with being a sexual being!)

+ having this aspect could also point to someone who likes ‘em older & “more experienced”. they could have a kink for the whole “younger, naive, inexperienced person gets taught & “opened up” (both literally & metaphorically 😭) by the older, more experienced person.

🌶️ mars square saturn could indicate someone who is super into power imbalances. they have a kink for this kind of dynamic. boss + employee. police officer + inmate. teacher + student. you name it.

🌶️ show me your search history aquarius mars. 🤨🔎 you can’t convince me these ain’t some freaky mfs. but it’s really that aquarian “weird, eccentric & unique” influence over their mars. aquarian energy i feel is always curious & wanting to challenge the “norm”. this could also apply to mars-uranus.

🌶️ i heard virgo mars will do anything to please their partners. 👀 that virgo energy causes one to pay attention to details. they love to be thorough & efficient.

🌶️ i’ve said this before in another post, but i swear capricorn mars gives big dick energy! 🔥 they could be not that tall and/or not that built, but they just have this air of confidence (even if they arent all that confident) that screams “let daddy take care of you.” and i just know they will. definitely in the bedroom. 😩

🌶️ mars in gemini are turned on by interesting & stimulating conversations. they love humor as well as playful & witty banter. if you can keep up with them mentally, hold a conversation and keep them interested in talking, they’re yours!

+ they looove dirty talk. they come up with the nastiest, freakiest shit to say that will have you like.. 🥴

🌶️ do you guys have any experience with mars-mercury aspects in synastry? i feel like this could cause two people to always say inappropriate & sexual things to each other. maybe a lot of sexual & flirty energy.

🌶️ mars square lilith in synastry brings about so much sexual tension & could indicate such an intense & magnetic attraction between two people. this aspect could lead to some of the most passionate & wild sex you ever had! but it could also point to a lot of fighting when y’all aren’t bumpin‘ n‘ grindin’.

🌶️ taurus mars may be the type to take their time with pleasing you. 😏 that’s because taurus is thought to be a slow moving sign; they don’t like to rush or be rushed!

🌶️ you may have casual flings with people who have planets that fall into your 5th house.

🌶️ if you have cancer placements, you have a breeding kink. i don’t make the rules. 🤷🏾‍♀️🫣 you like the idea of someone “filling you up”, huh? nasty devils. 😏

🌶️ aries venus may be the type that rush through (or skip over completely) foreplay. they could learn a thing or two, from taurus placements about taking their time. 😒

+ they can kind of be animalistic when it comes to sex. they could like it rough & aggressive.

🌶️ i feel like virgo placements in women love to play the “pure, innocent virginal” role. i feel virgo placements are super submissive. (i’m talking about myself 😭)

that’s all for now! ✨

#my post #astro observations #spicy 🌶️

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neonovember · 2 months

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OH MY GOD CARMYS GF (READER) GETTING HER FIRST TATTOO AND HIM COMFORTING HER AND HELPING HER TAKE CARE OF IT DURING THE HEALING PROCESS OR WHATEVA‼️💳💥💳💥 IDK I WAS JUST SITTING HERE AND THOUGHT OF IT IF YOU DOJT WANNA WRITE IT THATS OKAY

could even make the tattoo be his name or his initial or somethin 🤯🤯🤭😏

love you and your writing 😚

thanks for keeping us fed 😌

carmen berzatto x reader

okay so yes, maybe hozier has jolted me out of my writers block. i'm just a women after all.

Inked Devotion

this request was fun! i really didn't know what to make the tattoo so i left it a blank slate for whatever you wanna imagine, hope that's okay!

word count: 1.7k

things; tattoos, mentions of braces, carmen's unyielding devotion to you

Your eyes dart across the tall walls lined with inked models and men in dark beards nervously. You can't shake the tension that seems to imprint itself under your skin, your knees jittering with a rapid tap against the linoleum floors.

When you had brought up wanting to get a tattoo, a half joking mutter under your breath as you traced the many littered on Carmen’s body you hadn’t anticipated to actually go through with it.

And yet here you were, shaking like a leaf despite the diffuser jutting out whisper of eucalyptus that was meant to be calming. Whilst Monica, a woman you'd meant a handful of times ran through the list of after care necessities you should be listening to.

You can’t though, you don’t hear a thing as you stare unseeingly through the dark auburn tresses of her short hair, wrapped up in the thoughts that have begun to eat away at the already dwindling confidence you had when you first walked in.

“Hey, you still with me darlin’' Monica's Brooklyn drawl draws you back to her, and you duck your head sheepishly as you nod furiously. Like a goddamn high schooler getting caught looking out the window instead of listening to Hemingway.

Monica smiles toward you, humouring warmth filling her pale skin that, surprising to you, were incredibly stark of tattoos. In fact, if it weren’t for the posters taped to the walls, the black and white tiled floor, and the ominous tattoo bench in the corner you would have thought you walked it not the wrong place. It was stereotypical of you, and you had been a loud advocate for not judging a book by its cover, but goddamn, what tattoo parlour had potted plants and candles that smell like cinnamon?

“Sorry, uh, what did you say?”

“It’ll be alright, the pain really does depend on each person but Larry here will catch you if you faint on my tattoo bed” Monica winks with a smile, and you shift your gaze to the man stationed unmoving near some marked drawers, the mass of muscle hidden beneath dark jeans and a shirt bursting out of him.

It wasn’t the pain you were worried about, you had period cramps that sounded worse than that, it was more so the prospect of having your virgin skin imprinted with something forever. You had never done something like this, teenage recklessness had passed you by without a blink, and you had little to show for it but carved words on your old dresser from a knife and a dark eyeshadow phase that lasted less than a month.

It was a little pathetic, getting your first tattoo eons after any respectable age, and your trepidation seems blatantly clear as Monica shakes her head with a smile.

“Many people get their firsts well into adulthood, did I tell you about my last appointment? A 52 year old woman wanting a goddamn tramp stamp.”

You can't help but let a giggle out, the unsureness leaving you at Monica’s words

“You still want this right?’ Monica replies, and you shift your gaze to Carmen, who was already watching you fondly, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he pushes his golden strands back and gives you a nod

“It’s all up yo you gorgeous, if your having second thoughts there is a really good Thai place i wanted to che-”

“No, no I want this” You cut him off, and he chuckles softly, “Besides we already designed the stencil and everything” Carmen nods at that, placing his large palm onto your own, squeezing it with reassurance.

“Damn right we did, thinkin it's my best work yet” Monica chirps from the other side of the bed between you.

“Alright, just sit on that bed down there, get settles while I grab some things”

You nod, walking stiffly towards the leather bed, tissue paper crinkly under your weight as you shift into a comfortable position. Your eyes follow Monica like a laser, watching as she santises her hands and slides on powdered sterile gloves.

It reminds you of days spent in Dentists chairs, visions of rubbery fingers tightening wires into your teeth flashes behind the darkness of your lids. Funny, you had worried about your lack of experimental youth, and yet here you are now feeling like a kid again.

The thought makes you smile, and you open your eyes to feel the heated gaze of Carmen looming over you. Face distorting in horror when Monica’s tool makes a clatter, eyes widening comically in that way that always makes you laugh.

“Alright Doll, I’m just gonna need you to sit up for me whilst I get the skin prepped. Alcohols gonna feel a little cold to the touch, kay?” Monica says.

All you can do is nod as she rips open the matte packet, pressing it into your open skin shaved clean per her request a few prior. Who knew how much prep a tattoo would need, you were sure it was on par with even one of Carm’s dishes.

Unfortunately for you the only numbing cream useful for tattoos had something that would have made you break out in hives, so it was cold turkey for you. Monica had transformed the design into a stencil, and as she was transferring it into your skin it seemed to come to life all at once.

You had spent hours going over designs, and whilst you were extremely happy with what you both came up with, it was like when the lines and shapes had traced your skin, you finally saw it. And the moment you did you couldn't stop the wave of emotion that rushed through you, filling your eyes.

“Hey, baby, hey what is it” Carmen rushed urgently, crouching down when he noticed the way you sniffled.

“Awe doll, you don’t like the design? I’ll change it in a flash, this is just the stencil it aint permanent at all” Monica quickly stopped, looking up at you with concern

“No no, I’m fine” You squeezed Carmen “It’s so, it's beautiful Monica” You rushed out, trying to ease the lines of concern that appeared on her face. Monica bloomed at your reply, fondness heating her cheeks as she traced your skin comfortingly.

“Thank you” You whispered to her as she shushed you.

“At least we got the crying bit over and done with, it might hurt less now” She winked, before reaching for her tattoo gun.

“Ah shit” You grunted, shooting daggers Carmen's way when he snorted out loud.

Returning to your skin, Monica pressed the pointed tip of the gun to your skin, the first sink of ink burrowed into your skin causing you to clench your jaw.

Monica looked up to watch your expression with a smile,

“See, ain't too bad” Carmen replied before you gripped him white knuckled, making him wince regrettably.

It took some time, you won’t lie to yourself that is fucking hurt. But soon enough the sharp stab had resided to a dull ache, and you instead had become all too focused on the movement of Monica's hand swaying through the strokes of the design.

You were in awe, she breathed her being into it, and as the design took inches and inches of your skin you understood why she was booked out for months. With one last intricate curl, and a wipe of cleansing soap across the inked skin it was finished. Revealed to both you and Carmen's eyes in all its glory, and you both just stared.

“God, now I wish my first was as good as that instead of wonky stick and poke” Carmen said after a pregnant silence had passed.

“It..wow, yeah. Yep, I want to be buried with this” You said softly, giddiness erupting in your body as you shook your hand grasped in Carmens.

“I’m glad doll, I mean this is meant to be professional but goddamn does your skin just take it. Fuckin’ gorgeous” Monica replied, leaning back as she places the gun on the table near.

“Hey, I'll report you to HR” Carmen bitterly replies, moving you closer to his side as you laugh.

“It’s my business, I am HR” Muttering under her breath as she rolls her eyes. Wrapping your skin in adhesive sheets, Monica repeats the after care instructions, thankfully and this time you listen.

Carmen had already grabbed your things, motioning for you to start heading out after you both furiously thanked Monica for everything. You crinkled with joy as she hugged you, breathing in the smell of old spice and medical grade rubbing alcohol that followed her.

Her studded rings glistened in the afternoon sun as she waved you both goodbye, as you couldn't help but skip in your stride across the sidewalk. Finger tracing the raised blotted skin, whilst your other hand hung onto Carmen as he twirled you around.

“My gorgeous ink stained sweetheart” Carmen called to you, and you were brought back to his chest gently like a tide again.

“Thank you too, you know” You said into Carmen's cotton shirt. It was the one you got him after your first date, it had been a deep cobalt then. You regretted it just as you gave it to him, fearing you were being too forward. And then he wore it until it faded into a light blue.

“Wouldn't even have this forever on me if you hadn't been the one to bring it up again” You replied softly, fingers tracing his jaw.

“Would have spent a year learning how to tattoo myself if you wanted me too. Monica just seemed quicker” Carmen mumbled before you softly hit his chest with a smile.

“Hey, it’s true. Your skin deserves to be remembered, I could trace it till my fingers atrophied and I’d still have the memory of you under my skin memorised” Carmen divulged, eyelids drooping as he leaned down into your embrace.

You shake your head, heart panging so deeply it hurt till you pressed your lips to his. Tasting the outpour of Carmen that he let loose into you everyday.

And Carmen had stayed true to his words weeks later when it had healed, tracing it till his fingers weren't enough. Till he had to wrap his mouth around it and taste it with his tongue.

He swears even your inked skin tasted sweet.

tags <3 @parmforcarm @hansfics @kpopgirlbtssvt @nolita-fairytale

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stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months

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HERE ME OUT WITH THIS ONE

So Jason and Reader just get finish with spicy times (😏) and reader is laying on his chest, tracing all the scars and old wounds on his body while asking him questions about it as he answers nonchalantly😍😍

(I’m actually so in love with this man it’s BAD)

-🥔 anon

He makes me wanna chew him like a chew toy so he can tell me to stop then hug me like a puppy 🧍🏽‍♀️

I did this on an off mood day so it’s not really large as I wanted, but I hope you like it!

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Time written - 4:55 p.m

TW - Autopsy Scar mention.

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His breath is heavy and labored, his body feeling loose with jelly-like limbs, but that doesn’t stop him from tugging the bunched up blankets around your bare body, accepting your sweet gaze with a handsome smile.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Jason, even in his moment of pleasure and exhaustion, he makes sure to say such words loud and clear.

“I love you too,” you exhale, your cheeks still flushed after such an intense climax. He chuckles softly at that cute little afterglow as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

He doesn’t say anything else, allowing pure silence to invade the bedroom. It’s late, and he’s exhausted both physically and emotionally after such long, hard hours. The day has taken a lot out of you both, with him still recovering from his wounds, and you helping to treat him, Jason would love nothing more than to just close his eyes for a moment after such stress relief.

“I love you so much,” he whispers against your skin, his rumbling voice still a little hoarse while running his hand along your shoulders, fingertips trailing soft, soothing motions over your skin.

Your fingers absentmindedly trailed along the deep, silvery indents coming together in between his pecs. A deep, slim line cutting in between his abs, neither straight or crooked the day the scalpel cut deep through his skin to begin his autopsy.

“Jason?” You break the silence.

“Mm.” He opens his eyes, gazing along your collarbone. “Yeah?”

You almost wanted to ask about this scar, only to change your mind at the last minute, recalling his healing bullet wound in his left bicep. Of course, you’d expect him to heed your concerns when he peppered your neck with kisses about an hour ago. You should’ve known better to think anything would stop Jason from what he wanted.

He looks down just a little more, noticing just how focused you were on that long, ancient cut of his all along the entirety of his chest.

“Does it still hurt?”

Jason’s eyes follow your fingers as they trail across his body. It’s a sensitive area of his—when you mention it, he still feels a few stings. Not of pain, just of … a strange, cynical familiarity of all things awful. The bubbling of putrid Lazarus water flooding his ears, the tension of long cold nerves and muscles stirring to life.

“It hurts a little bit,” he admits, resuming his hand motions along your back. “But it’s not too bad.”

“And your arm?” You quickly scrabble to question, realizing you never clarified. “Your arm, I mean.”

“Hurts a little, but less than it did before… It’s not too bad though,” he adds, his voice coming out as calm as he can manage. “I’m okay, I promise.”

He looks down at your hand, feeling your touch never stop along such a brutal mark. Now it begins to concern him over just how much you’re concerned.

“Does it bother you, baby?” he whispers, his voice so low that it’s almost a murmur.

“It always bothers me when you get shot—“

“Not that,” Jason interrupts, gesturing with the slightest tilt of his head. “That.”

“Oh.” Your fingertip stops just before the scar’s end, feeling his abdomen muscles grow a bit taunt. You ponder this for quite a while, trying to never let your mind settle on such thoughts every time you saw Jason without a shirt.

“Well, it’s not like I was alive when they did it-“

“Jason,” you scoff, meeting his amused expression with your narrowed eyes. He just couldn’t help himself, could he? After such mind blowing sex, as per usual, you both should be either sleeping off well deserved exhaustion, or debating what flavor ice cream and genre movie to watch, while the post sex endorphins still flooded your brains.

“Shh,” he hushes against your crown, kissing along your hairline. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m alright. You know that.”

“I know. Can’t imagine how much this would’ve hurt.” You sigh, settling your palm directly over his heart, fingers sprawled across his chest. There’s no use to think on it, really. He’s alive, he’s here. That’s all that mattered.

“Felt worse.” Jason murmurs to himself, peeking down at your flushed cheeks and glimmering, adorable eyes holding so much worry for him. “Y’know what hurts worse than getting shot?”

“What?”

“Those hands of yours, sweetheart,” Jason smirks, patting the outside of your shoulder. “Could cut glass with those diamonds you call acrylics. Maybe those claws should dig a little harder next time, add onto the collection.”

“Oh please,” you scoff, nearly rolling your eyes while maintaining your smile. “You’d probably do something stupid like getting them tattooed onto your back.”

Jason didn’t answer, but his smirk said it all. Probably get your scratches permanently tattooed?

“Jason, no.”

His smile grows a lot more to your absolute disbelief.

“No! You’re not!”

“It’s not a bad idea, babe—“

“Well, I said no!”

#fought the hat man for this draft #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #dc jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd gotham knights #jason todd x #jason todd dc

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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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Peter Pevensie as a Boyfriend ⚔️🛡️

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this incredibly attractive, loyal protector and brave older Pevensie sibling could include:

👑👱🏻‍♂️🏰

He's really protective of you and often expresses how much he loves and cares for you, so much so that if anyone even tries to come close to hurting you by words or physically he won't hesitate to eliminate them.

He's quite a gentleman and believes that he has to take care of all the ladies in his life including his Mother, Susan, Lucy, and especially you. He would offer his arm when the two of you are waking together, he would bow to you when he greets you and he never lets you carry anything, Peter has that timeless chivalry personality about him.

Sword fighting lessons with him only for it to turn into an extremally spicy make-out session after, because of the build-up of sexual tension over time and the fact that he always wins with him pinning you down on the floor without even trying.

You are the only one that can calm him down after he blows up after fighting with his sibling or is stressing out about ruling Narnia.

He would see you falling asleep nearby the entrance of the castle waiting for him to return from a patrol ride around Narnia which he finds to be the most precious thing, then he'll pick you up in his arm and carry you to sleep in his bedroom and not your own one.

He calls you cute nicknames like Darling, Pretty, Lovely, or Princess.

Likes when you call him Pete, Darling, Sugar, or Your Highness (He likes when you call him that because it sounds so seductive coming from your mouth).

His love language is probably Acts of Services, sure he loves a good PDA once in a while and all the things you both did together as a date, but he's a natural server and protector. He shows his love by protecting you, making sure you're fed well and healthy, or the little things like helping you take off your gown, brushing your hair for you, or helping bathe you.

Ask for your input before making a big decision because he trusts you and relies on you for support especially if he has to debate it with his siblings first.

Horseback riding around the beach in Cair Paravel to watch the sunset, but the both of you would ride and share one horse with you sitting and wrapping your arm around his torso, while he leads the horse.

Whenever he sees you doing something and looks about busy he comes up behind you, and turns you to face him by spinning you around by the waist before caressing your cheek softly and then pulling you into a sweet yet passionate kiss.

He requests you specifically when he's hurt/injured after a battle or some tough fight training days to take care of him, like cleaning his wounds, being there to kiss him, holding his hand to lessen the pain, or performing some oral sex on him if he's in the mood (😏) instead of choosing his other loyal servants.

The two of you are always smiling around each other before it erupts into a fit of laughter out of nowhere ending up with you and Pete on the floor dying.

Lucy and Edmund would catch the both of you kissing or showing PDA somewhere then they'd look at each other and get grossed out saying "Eww" or "Get a room you two, there's a billion inside this castle", then you and Pete would somehow share the same mindset and start teasing them by kissing even more, or exaggerating the PDA until both Lucy and Edmund can't take anymore and run off, giving you and Pete a good laugh after.

When it comes to sex he's very gentle with you making sure to put you first before himself, despite how much you drive him crazy with lust because of how attractive you are to him, so it's mostly slow, passionate sex but he does love giving you a good hickey mark all over your neck and chest area or when you give him a bit of ear play to get him turned on.

He's actually quite funny intentionally most of the time and can be quite sassy as well which you find hilarious especially when he's annoyed, hungry, or frustrated.

Let's you wear and steal his white long-sleeve tunic for bed instead of proper pajamas because it looks adorable on you and fits slightly larger.

He falls for your cute puppy eyes every time, even if he says no multiple times or refuses your request at this moment it always works and he always says "Oh come on don't do this to me Darling" but then you'd plead and he would sigh before smiling and boom he says yes.

He never goes to sleep without solving a fight and he wouldn't let you sleep either until the both of you have a makeup kiss.

He doesn't seem to be the jealous type on the inside because he hides it so well from you, but when he sees someone staring at you for more than 5 seconds he rolls his eyes and kisses you out of nowhere.

Taglist:

@igncrantbliss @milivanili99 @thatdummy-girl @nighttimemoonlover

#peter pevensie #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie x you #headcanon #the pevensies #chronicles of narnia #narnia #narnia fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia #narnia fandom #fluff #romantic #imagines #imagine #aslan #cair paravel

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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hooking up in a truck with joel pre-outbreak…..dont judge me it came to me in a dream🫣

AN | And just how could I say no to this idea? Truck sex with Joel? Yes please 😏

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Smut [oral - f receiving, piv] - 18+ only

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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You’d gone on five dates with Joel.

Which means you’d had five opportunities to fall harder and harder for him. Which you definitely did, by the way.

He made things easy.

He also made things hard. Hard in the sense that he wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a one-night stand. Which hadn’t even happened, coincidentally. After that first date when you’d planned to take him home and have him and never call him again, things had gone very off plan.

Off plan which had you falling for him, and being okay when he walked you to your car and pressed a kiss to your cheek before calling it a night. You’d had a lot of fun with him and learned a lot about him and realized you wanted more than just a quite hook-up. Who would have thought? Not you. Certainly not when he came into your coffee shop all sweaty and dirty and sexy - well…maybe you had imagined it a little bit. What more was there to say? The man was hot. And so much more you soon realized.

Just before he’d walked to his truck he promised he’d call you - you were positive he was lying.

He called the next day.

Which led you to this moment.

In the bar, a few beers down, and playing pool. The two of you had gone out with Tommy and his girlfriend, and you had to admit, you were having a great time. You also had to admit that the tension between you and Joel was palpable. The idea of jumping his bones had been ever present but you didn’t want to ruin a good thing…and you were pretty sure that Joel Miller was an amazing thing.

You were willing to wait for him.

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Turned out, mercifully, that Joel was growing tired of waiting. And thank fuck for that.

He was holding your hand, fingers threaded together as the two of you walked back to his truck in the humid summer air. Instead of opening the door as he normally did, he managed to effortlessly pin you against the truck, caged in by his arms on either side of you.

“Joel?” your voice sounded much smaller than intended and you felt pathetic by the way your entire body flushed with warmth under his golden gaze, “w-what’s wrong?”

“You,” he whispered, unflinching and unaffected. Your mouth dropped open in surprise as you scrambled to think about what he could possibly mean. He chuckled, a deep, warm sound you’d come to love, at your confusion, “you tryin’ to kill me, sweetheart?”

“I-I don’t…no?” you asked meekly, eyes wide and doe-like. He reached a hand out, rough and soft in a wonderful juxtaposition, and trailed his fingers along your jaw, “‘m sorry.”

“Yeah?” oh. He was thoroughly enjoying this, letting his fingers tough the strap of your dress, “you show up in that pretty little dress and expect me to behave? You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he caught on. He was a smart man after all.

“Mhmm,” your lips pulled into a pretty pink smile as you nodded, “was hoping you’d like it.”

“I do,” his large hands settled on your waist as he gave your hips a squeeze, “you’re beautiful.”

“Is that all?” you carded a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as he groaned, “if that’s the case-”

“Beautiful, sexy, lovely, smart, funny, kind, caring,” he listed off the first things that came to mind as you beamed at him, “and that’s just a few of things I like about you.”

“Funny,” you leaned, your lips almost brushing against his, “those are a few of things I like about you too. Want to know a secret, handsome?”

“Tell me,” oh. You could just lean in a little more and you’d be kissing him.

“I think you’ll like what’s underneath even more,” you whispered coquettishly, “it’s new. I picked it out with you in mind.”

“Fuck me,” he almost groaned, “you’re making it almost impossible to keep any self control.”

“I don’t want you to have any self control,” you were breathless, heart pitter-pattering like crazy by now, “I want you.”

“Baby,” were you about to make out like a pair of horny teenagers? It definitely felt like it was heading that way and you weren’t about to stop him, “baby, baby, baby.”

This man was going to be the death of you.

You closed the last bit of remaining gap, and any semblance of restraint, between the two of you and kissed him. You’d kissed him before by now, even had a pretty good make out session on your front porch when he dropped you off at home after your last date. But this? This was something else, passionate, carnal, and needlessly desperate.

He took your face in his hands, and kissed you deeply as you snaked your arms around his waist. He tasted like a mixture of shitty beer, bar peanuts, and something that was deliciously him - it was intoxicating. You wanted him to devour you. He licked along the seam of your mouth, asking for entrance which you eagerly granted him.

Your body reacted instinctively and you were pushing yourself against him desperately for any sort of friction or relief. You could feel how hard he already was, his jean clad erection rubbing against you through your dress and panties; it all suddenly felt like too much and you wanted your clothes off now.

A small gasp, a sound of pure pleasure, escaped your lips as trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You could feel his chuckle against skin as he sucked on the delicate of your neck, leaving behind a lavender haze of bruises that marked you as his, his, his.

“Joel,” his name falling from your lips so sweetly was enough to bring him to his knees, “a-are you sure?”

You weren’t exactly positive about what you were asking, but you understood what you meant.

“We can stop - do you want to stop?”

“No,” you shocked your head, a pretty giggle reaching, “fuck no, don’t stop. Please, touch me. I want this if you do.”

“I do,” you liked how cheeky and confident the handsome man in front of you could be, “I really do.”

“I knew you were going to be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he hung his head with a chuckle, resting it on your shoulder before mouthing along your collarbone.

“I could say the same about you,” you took his face and cradled it in your hands, before kissing him deeply, “I knew I wanted you to wreck me from the moment I saw you too.”

He made a primal sound before sharply gripping your hips, and towering over your frame. His hands started to bunch up the soft fabric of your sundress, white and pale pink patterned, and pulled it up. His leg was between yours and you messily tried to rut against him.

It all felt so dirty, but at the same time it was so hot. Kissing Joel Miller felt like nothing else and you never wanted to let him go. You looped your arms around his neck, and pulled him as close as physically possible.

“Get a fucking room!” you heard the voice from a distance and the two of you pulled apart in shock. There was a mortified expression on your face as Joel sighed and turned to find the sound of the interruption.

The two of you quickly spotted the interrupter - Tommy.

He burst into a fit of laughter before waving and getting into his own car. Joel held up his hand and flipped him off before looking back at you. The two of you broke into a fit of laughter before he shuffled you to the side and opened the back door of the truck. You quickly got the idea and jumped inside, grinning as he joined you and shut the door…and promptly locking it.

“Now were we?” the grin on your face was stunning as you sprawled across the seats, your back against the other window. You were glad it was evening and no one would be able to see in.

“You are wearing far too much,” he tugged up the hem of your dress, and you nodded, letting him know it was okay to carry on. You loved that he sought consent every step of way…but right now you really just wanted it from him. He tugged up your dress and quickly pulled it off, tossing it into the front seat with a second thought. He studied you, his eyes wide and dark as looked you over; predator and prey, “you’re gorgeous.”

“Is it the lace?” you asked sweetly, touching over the soft white fabric of your bra. You saw his Adam’s apple bob up and nod as his cheeks flushed pink, “yeah, you like the lace. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He brushed his knuckles along your cheek before trailing his hand down your body, appreciating you all sprawled out for him, “can I taste you?”

“Fuck,” your eyes were dreamy as you stared back at him, “please. Please.”

He groaned in appreciation as he put his large hands on your breasts, squeezing them and causing you to arch into his touch at the feeling. He took the opportunity and reached behind you, unclasping your bra with ease. He studied it with a hum of approval before tossing to join your dress.

You were about to learn that Joel Miller had a very talented mouth. He kissed your lips before trailing his mouth all the way down, taking a nipple in his mouth. His free hand worked your other breast, tweaking your taut nipple and causing you to whimper slightly.

"Jesus Christ," you played with the curls at the nape of his neck as you arched into his touch. Your voice was soft and breathy as you tried to hang onto some semblance of composure, "feels so good."

“You’re so good,” he kissed the space between your breasts, “you’re so beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.”

“Touch me,” your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you looked at him in almost desperation, “please, Joel.”

“I am touching you, sweetheart,” he looked so smug as he sucked a few more bruises to the soft, tender skin of your breasts, “where do you want me?”

“You’re the worst,” you whined as he grinned at you, “my pussy…please.”

“I can do that,” he kissed his way down your torso, lips roaming along your torso and brushing all over, causing gooseflesh to rise up in his wake. He stopped when he was between your thighs, fingers ghosting along the soft fabric of your panties, “so pretty. You wore for me?”

“Got them for you,” you admitted sheepishly, “thought you’d like them.”

“I do,” he tugged on the waistband which caused you to wiggle your hips to help get them off. They went into the pile with the rest of your clothes. He admired you, but you pulled him back into attention as you nudged him with your thigh, “what do you need, baby?”

“Clothes,” you tugged at the collar of his button-up, “you’re wearing too many. Take them off, handsome.”

“So demanding,” he chuckled before he sat back up and tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it over before following suit with his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. He cocked his head to the side before giving you a cheeky girl, “happy now?”

“You’re so sexy,” you drank him, already making a plan to map out all the freckles on his torso with your mouth, “so damn sexy.”

"Flatterer," there was a tinge of pink to his cheeks that caused you to bite your lip. He was so smooth and yet still so bashful. Joel paused for a moment, hands on your hips as his thumbs rubbed circles onto your skin, "you sure you still want this?"

"Only if you want to-"

"With pleasure," there was a wicked glint to his eyes as he spread your thighs to take a look at your center. With anyone else you might have felt nervous and self conscious, but with Joel it was different; he looked at you with nothing short of pure reverence, “so fuckin’ pretty. And so wet. All for me?”

“Mhmm,” you made a small sound as Joel kissed along the inside of your thighs, making it a point to leave bruises that matched the art he had created along your neck and chest, “been wet since you picked me up. Look so damn fine tonight - always.”

“And so you do, sweet thing,” before you could say anything else, he dipped his head in between your thighs, finally touching where you needed him to. A small moan escaped your lips as soon as felt his tongue licking a long stripe along your soaked cunt. This man, this wonderful, amazing man, loved eating pussy, more importantly he already loved eating your pussy, “taste better than I imagined.”

“You’ve thought about this?” your question was cut off by a moan as he sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue expertly.

“Since that first night when it took everything for me not to take you home,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your mound, his chocolatey eyes warm and deep.

“Fuck me,” you moaned as teased at your entrance, gently a finger towards your hole. You gripped the back of the seat with one hand and the other hand was on the back of his head as you pressed him to your core, “fuck, fuck, fuck. Just like that.”

You could feel him humming as he chuckled, licking and sucking as inserted his finger and crooked it, effortlessly hitting your g-spot. You were squirming under him, feeling that familiar tingle start to blossom and bloom in your bones. He really was magic.

“You like that?” he rasped against your skin as all you could do was nod, “yeah, you do.”

“I’m so close,” you whimpered, trying to rut your hips against him. He got the hint as he added another finger in. You closed your eyes, starting to feel your orgasm start to wash over you.

“Gonna cum?” he asked, in a tone of mock concern in his voice, “I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

“So good,” between his mouth and his fingers, you were seeing stars as you came, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“There you go, cum all over my fingers baby,” he worked you through your orgasm, not stopping until you were practically pushing his hand away, your entire body humming with energy.

You slowly opened your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. Joel looked at you intently, refusing to break eye contact as he licked his fingers clean; the sight alone almost killed you, “you’re um…you’re really good at that.”

He shook his head in amusement, before leaning down to kiss you sweetly, “I really liked doing it.”

“Can I return the favor?”

“Not tonight,” he shook his head, “really need to be inside of you.”

“Well hurry up then,” you spread your shaky legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. You could feel how painfully hard he was, “and fuck me.”

He groaned, low and rough, in your ear before you reached for the waistband of his boxers and swiftly tugged them down his legs. Your eyes widened as you admired his cock, which was just as large as you thought. You swallowed and Joel noticed the gleam in your eyes, “it’s rude to stare, sweetheart.”

“You’re…so big,” you blurted out as he laughed softly, “you’re really the whole package Joel Miller.”

“Glad you think so,” he swiped a finger through your still wet cunt before slowly stroking his cock. He took his thick member and dragged the head through your soaked folds, “you feel so good. You doin’ okay?”

“Yup,” you reached down and replaced his hand with yours as you lined him up at your entrance, using your foot on his ass to push him further into you, “more than.”

“Cheeky,” he pushed in, going slowly but not stopping until he was fully buried inside of your warm, wet heat. He took your face in his hands as he kissed you, beginning to move. You moaned into his mouth as he fucked you, his hands holding tightly onto your hips. You were sure that there would be finger shaped bruises there tomorrow. You didn’t mind in the slightest.

“I’m not going to break,” you told him and you saw the dark flash in his eyes, “harder please.”

He didn’t hesitate as he pulled back out almost fully before pushing back in and almost knocking the air from your lungs. Joel hesitated for just a moment, searching your face to make sure you were doing okay; you nodded softly in response.

He got the hint before he started to pound into you, causing the truck to rock slightly. You almost couldn’t help but laugh at the thought that if anyone was walking by they would know exactly what was happening.

But your brain was currently turning to mush as Joel fucked the life out of you. He was merciless, but all you could think about was how close you were again. He really knew what he was doing.

After a bit, you could feel that he was getting close too, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you felt him twitching deep within you.

He reached for your hand as he felt your velvety walls clenching around him and laced your fingers together, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Fuck. This man really had to be a romantic.

"'m close," he groaned as he kissed every part of your soft skin that he could reach, "where-"

"Inside," you insisted with wide doe eyes that would be the death of him, "I'm on the pill. Please - come inside of me."

He did not have to be told twice; there was definitely some baser, primal urge that had him wanting to fill you up as much as he could.

"Joel," his name was a sugar sweet whisper from your lips that had him slamming his hips into you a few more times before he came. He buried his face into your neck and murmured all sorts of filthy praise into your ear before you felt him spilling into you.

He reached between your bodies and circled your clit before you clenched around him, closing your eyes as that familiar and delicious warmth spread from your core and radiated throughout your body. You were almost positive that it had never felt this good before.

"Fuck baby," he brushed your hair out of your face, both of you still breathing heavily. You looped your arms around his neck before gently raking your fingers along his back, "you make the prettiest face when you come."

Your face felt like it was on fire from his praise, but you still liked hearing it. You liked everything with him.

He all but collapsed on you, warm and broad but still gentle and tender. The two of you exchanged shy smiles that quickly turned into soft laughter as you carded a hand through his messy hair. He preened into your affectionate touch before leaning down to kiss you, his lips lingering against yours.

"That was…"

"Incredible," he finished for you, earning him a sheepish nod, "made me feel like a horny teenager."

"You're no different than one," there was a teasing lilt to your voice that caused him to snort in amusement, "Joel?"

"Hmm?"

"I hope this doesn't ruin anything between us," you whispered, almost inaudible to his ears, "'cause I kind of…really like you."

"I kind of really like you too," you relaxed at his confession; the sex might have been incredibly mind-blowing but it wouldn't have been worth losing him for, "can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"When are you free next?" your heart swelled along with your smile.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," he agreed softly, "if that sounds good to you?"

"Tomorrow is perfect."

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 9 months

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❤️

Summary: You and Eddie can't stand each other. However, there is this little thing of Eddie wanting to fuck you senseless much to his chagrin.

Warnings: 18+, minors shoo! Enemies to enemies who fuck 😏

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

💖

Eddie couldn't stand you or your pretty smile but most of all he couldn't stand the way he wanted you so badly.

You were a goody goody teachers pet, all sweetness and light... Well except to him.

He ignores the fact that the thought of you on your knees with your mouth around his cock is the fantasy that has him fucking himself with his hand every night.

He imagines you coming done underneath him, those soft little moans that would drive him wild as he kissed every inch of your body.

Because he just can't feel this way... He just can't.

Dustin had brought you to Hellfire a few times and every time that happened fireworks would kick off between the two of you.

You got him so wound up that it took him out of his zone as Dungeon Master, that never happened and each time it annoyed the hell out of him.

Even with high school over - in which he finally graduated - he still couldn't avoid you.

Not only were you ingrained into Hellfire that he hosted weekly but you were also good friends with Robin and Steve so you were around a lot.

Take tonight for the example. It was movie night, Steve was hosting and Eddie had brought a date.

Her name was Tara and she was very cool, into the same bands as he was and gorgeous.

The thing was he couldn't take his eyes off you, you were quiet for a little while at the beginning of the night.

That's until Steve's friend Matt kept you company, joking with you, whispering in your ear and making you giggle.

Each second irked Eddie more and more, it made him tense and there was a burning feeling in his gut.

After a while Tara got fed up and left and he couldn't blame her. No, he blamed you.

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When movie night was over he agreed to drive Dustin back home, you lived next door so you were in the van too.

The tension was unbearable by the time he drove you and Dustin home, after Dustin went inside his house you turned into him with an irratated expression.

"What's up with you Munson?" he blinks stunned at your question and glares at you.

"Maybe it's the fact that you've been driving me crazy all night" He snaps and you frown.

"How is that exactly? I've been talking to Matt all night while you've been busy with Tara Jones" You make a face at her name and he wonders why you don't like her.

Some part of him deep down wonders if you were jealous, tries to ignore the rush of pleasure he feels that he drove you as crazy as you did to him.

"Matt is full of shit. A complete douchebag" He spits out and feels anger thrum inside him.

"What does it matter to you who I talk to or find cute?" you get out the van before he can answer and he follows you.

"It doesn't matter to me. What matters is that I could have had a nice date tonight and you ruined it" You round on him, eyes flashing and he swallows taken aback, jesus h christ you were beautiful.

Shaking himself out of these thoughts, he huffs and prepares for what you're going to say.

"My fault? How is it my fault?" all of his emotions come out at this point and he doesn't think about what he's saying, he just lets it all out.

"You drive me fucking crazy princess, I have a date with a great girl and all I can focus on is you, I couldn't take my eyes of you, had to watch you flirt with that asshole" the anger drains from your face and you move closer to him.

"Eddie...

"You're around all the time and I can't fucking stand you but the same time I want to kiss you senseless"

He finishes his rant, breathing heavily and stares at your wide eyes and stunned expression.

"You drive me crazy too you know?" you murmur and he finds himself gravitating towards you, he doesn't think, just acts and presses his lips to yours.

Your lips are so soft, they feel like heaven and he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, pressing your body close to his.

The little moan that leaves your mouth goes straight to his cock, he backs you up against the wall and massages your thigh letting his fingers inch further up your skirt.

Lust takes over the both of you and soon your clothes are strewn on the floor as you head to the bedroom.

You love riding Eddie, the high of the orgasms leave you both seeing stars and the moans issuing around the room are sinful.

Love bites pepper your breasts and Eddie whispers in your ear as he sinks into you,

"You think that prick Matt could make you feel this good huh princess?" he coos as you whimper for his touch.

"Fuck me Eddie, please" your soft begging combined with the fact that he can't get enough of being balls deep inside you is enough to make Eddie sink into you again.

You're so tight, you feel so fucking good and he doesn't want this night to end or think about what tommorow brings.

He just wants to focus on your blissed out expression and the fact this feels like heaven.

❤️

If you'd like a part two then let me know what you want to see in it :)

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine

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meowzfordayz · 10 months

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shiny

Author’s Note: sooo this was supposed to be for a college au, secretly dating trope suggestion (as well as for an emergency request for fluff 😅)… but then The H*rny™️ hit 🥴, and uhh, it turned into its own lil thing. 😏

shiny

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~2,200

CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, explicit language, Fem!Reader

~faqs~

“Sanemi, don’t you think she’s a little out of your league?”

Obanai’s stern tone does little to soften the reality behind his question, Sanemi once more reminded of why he can only watch—can only yearn—from a safe distance of ten physical feet, five invisible rungs on the social ladder, and one gigantic she-doesn’t-even-know-I-exist problem.

“Nobody’s out of my league,” Sanemi mutters, glare darkening with his trademark scowl, “She’s just shiny, is all. I’m easily distracted.”

“And that’s why you ignore me whenever she happens to be at the same dining hall as us,” Obanai snorts.

“Fuck-” Sanemi’s fork scrapes across his plate.

Raising an eyebrow, Obanai continues, “And also why you terrified those women away from their table.”

“-off,” fork stabbing loudly at his dry chicken.

“That just happened to be across from where she was sitting.”

“I said-” tearing sloppily into the overcooked meat.

Mask stretching as Obanai grins, he makes his final push, “And forgot to eat your food after she made eye contact with you.”

Mouth full, words muffled, “-f’ck ‘ff!”

“If nobody’s out of your league, then why don’t you say,”—in a breathy, squeaky voice—“Hi, I’m Sanemi!”

Swallowing his bite in a single motion, “I don’t talk like that,” Sanemi glowers, “Besides, shiny things lose their sparkle the moment you touch them.”

“Whatever man,” Obanai scoffs, “Shiny things also tend to hate crude assholes.”

“I’ll crude your fucking asshole.”

Eyes rolling, Obanai switches gears, “So Mitsuri and I-”

Only to be promptly interrupted, fork waved aggressively in his direction, “Don’t fucking start on your goddamn perfect love life.”

“Perfect?” Obanai huffs, whining now, “Dude, you know how long it took for-”

“If this is supposed to be a roundabout pep talk or offering of love advice,” Sanemi stands, half finished plate in one hand, steel grip around his glass with the other as he tilts his head back to chug the remainder of his lemonade, “Just fucking don’t.”

Waiting in lines isn’t your strong suit, fingernails rapidly tapping your lukewarm plate, droplets of water glistening under the too familiar lighting of the dining hall. You’d already scratched off the faint remains of someone else’s lunch, not bothering to search for a new, cleaner plate — they all had some sort of residue. Lifting your gaze to survey the people ahead of you, you’re immediately hindered by the tall, broad stature of a white haired man, the tension in his back muscles emphasized by the tightness of his moss green shirt. Sighing quietly, you notice his neck twitch, the curve of his biceps discernible as his arms—presumably—cross in front of him.

“Hey,” you say, chatter, clang, and hiss of lunchtime swallowing your attempt to get his attention, “Hellooo.”

Somehow, his biceps flex harder, fabric of his shirt’s armholes stretching to accommodate his strength.

“Um, alright,” you mutter, refocusing on your plate, fingernails returning to their tapping, “Never mind, I guess-”

“If you want, you can cut me.”

You blink, vision flashing to the Beautiful purple eyed man turning around to face you.

“Are they real?” you gush, cheeks warming, eyes squeezing shut before you can process any shame.

“Pardon?” a teasing, incredulous lilt lingers in his voice, “I can see, if that’s what you’re-”

“No, like, are they contacts?”

If it wouldn’t hammer the final nail on your coffin of embarrassment, you’d slap yourself right then and there.

“Open your eyes,” he speaks softer now, “I’m not wearing contacts.”

Eyes opening sheepishly, you stick out your free hand, “Nice to meet you, I apologize, you probably get the eyes thing a lot,” they’re too pretty for you to not.

“I’m Sanemi,” he responds evenly, your hand untouched as his jaw clenches, “Are you going to cut me or not?”

“Or not,” you reply quickly, nose scrunching as you glance away, hand dropping limply, “I can wait.”

“Your incessant tapping suggests otherwise,” he—Sanemi—grunts, “If you’re not gonna cut me, then at least be less annoying to everyone else in line.”

You snort, “Are you usually this combative?” pointedly ignoring his jab.

“Usually, I don’t offer up my spot in line.”

“So does that mean I’m special,” you grin now, eyes glittering at the way his brow furrows, “Or just extra annoying?”

“Extra annoying,” he deadpans, “Definitely extra.”

With a friendly pout, you lapse into silence, shuffling forward an insignificant amount, inwardly cursing whoever poorly planned the university budget to short staff the dining halls.

“Y’know, you look familiar.”

Sanemi shrugs, back turned once more to you, shoulder blades rippling with the motion, “Makes sense.”

“What, am I not original enough for you?” you grumble, cheeks warming again as he whips around to glare at you.

“Why are you talking to me?”

“I don’t know!” you exclaim, “To be nice? To be annoying? Because I’m bored and hangry and this line seems to go on for forever?!”

Lips twitching, he slowly gestures in front of him, still glaring, “Cut me.”

“No!”

“You’re ridiculous.”

Before you can protest, he maneuvers himself behind you, impatience radiating from his body, lean muscles barely grazing your bare arms, goosebumps raising when he crosses his own, the view so much more defined from your new perspective. You’re too busy memorizing his physique to notice his reaction to your careful attention; too busy uttering his name under your breath, committing it to heart, to see the blush creep up his collarbones, his neck, his earlobes; too busy finally getting food to catch him opening, closing, then opening his mouth, a hushed And what’s your name? caught beneath hesitation and loneliness.

“Thanks Sanemi,” you say, waving cheerfully, “Maybe I’ll see you around?”

His response falters in his throat as he watches you leave, gaze swiveling to eventually—reluctantly—make eye contact with Obanai. Good effort! Obanai gives him a thumbs up, just as Sanemi groans lowly, flipping him off.

“Sanemi,” you whisper, fingertips walking warmly across his scars, smooth and sensitive to the touch, his breath catching at the light pressure, “Promise me you were sober.”

Body vibrating with quiet laughter, he catches your hand, lips gentle and wet as he kisses each of your fingertips, “I don’t drink,” eyes flitting over to your haphazardly tossed clothing, “And you?”

“I had one,” you murmur, lifting yourself to roll atop him, straddling his waist, thighs sweaty and soft, heat stirring in his groin at the familiar position, “Way before you arrived.”

“Waited for me, hm?” he chuckles smugly, gripping your hips, kneading into your skin, a strangled hiss tightening his lungs as his cum leaks from your slippery folds to his stomach, “Didn’t think I’d see you at a party like this.”

“And I didn’t think you threw parties,” you quip back, reveling in the filthy squelch of your languid grinding, his rigid abdominals flexing shiny and divine against the bump of your clit, “Till your roommate introduced himself, invited me over,” draping yourself over his chest, tits heavy and warm on his sternum, voice promising and heady in his ear, “I didn’t think I’d be getting fucked tonight.”

“Me neither,” Sanemi rasps, cockhead swollen and smearing precum against the plush of your ass, erect again, “Didn’t think you’d show up on my doorstep,” grasping your jaw to present your neck to his bared teeth, nipping greedily, “Looking so fucking gorgeous, like you were begging for someone to devour you,” tongue swiping flat and messy at the hollow of your throat, his hips bucking upward for friction, “Good thing I found you first, hm? Good thing I got to your pretty mouth, to your beautiful cunt, before some other fuck.”

“Sanemi,” you whimper, tugging your head down slightly, just slightly enough to see the dangerous, hazy glint in his purple stare, “W-wasn’t here to f-fuck anyone.”

“But you did, didn’t you?” he teases lightly, releasing your jaw with a final, tender kiss to your chin, “Had me wrapped around your finger the moment I saw you, laughing with your friends in the dining hall, that incredible smile of yours knotting my stomach,” swallowing thickly, dangerous edge fading as quickly as it surfaced, feather soft confession taking its place, “I must’ve become absolutely insufferable,” snorting amusedly, “If Obanai intervened.”

“I forgot to tell you my name,” you admit sheepishly, beginning your own parade of sloppy, heated kisses across the sheen of his collarbones, exertion from his first orgasm still evident, “Thought I missed my shot,” reaching behind you for his cock, deft thumb circling his tip, grinning at his unabashed moan, “Wondered how I could possibly recover from such an encounter with your mesmerizing hair and brilliant eyes,” winking playfully as you squeeze his cock, earning a halfhearted scowl, “Your gentlemanly gesture of saving me from my hanger.”

“Want to feel you again,” is your only warning, and then he’s bullying his cock between your folds, whining sharply as his tip nudges in, rhythm shallow and wanton, gradually stuffing himself further and further into your honeyed, dripping hole, “Fuck,” he grits out, your ass so perfect and weighted atop him, “You feel so fucking good.”

“Is this all you want?” you ask quietly, question nearly lost in the broadness of his chest, pussy clenching tight and overwhelmed around him.

“This?” he manages to scoff, his exasperated, adoring eyes meeting your unsteady, wide gaze, “‘Course not, I want to get to know you, your favorite color, how you look in the morning, what buttons I can push, when to say I’m sorry,” repetitive, gentle grunts underlying his reassurance as he continues thrusting torturously slow, “I’ve got a devastating crush on you, you idiot, so why the fuck would this be all I want?”

“Well you did just call me an idiot,” you giggle, back arching into his movements, his eyes glimmering at the display of your breasts.

He huffs, “Learn it or hate it, but s’my love language.”

“I’m thoroughly enjoying this love language,” you drawl, grabbing onto his shoulders, sweat trickling shiny and subtle as you readjust yourself, “I guess I could adapt to ~odd pet names too.”

As Sanemi’s pace hastens, second climax coaxed harsh and unrelenting from your body, he slips one hand from your hip to your sex, palm pressing strong and intense on your clit, the most stunning wail tearing feral and needy across his bedroom as you cum on his cock, thighs squeezing the air from his lungs, fingernails digging deeply into his shoulders, neck faintly mottled with the aftermath of his love biting.

Sunlight glows weakly through his blinds, the quiet pulse of your breaths preventing Sanemi from wiggling even an inch, too afraid of shattering the stillness of his dream. Your leg’s slotted comfortable and trusting between his own, fingers pressing soft dots into his chest, a sensation he wishes he could bottle for a rainy day. Thankful for his lack of drinking, and thus, lack of a hangover, his eyes blink closed, basking in the recollection of your unexpected passion, the shine of moonlight on your naked figure, the curve of your smile, hot and welcoming against his mouth.

“So how do I look in the morning?”

Your sleepily murmured question startles him, the uptick in your breathing having gone unnoticed, too deep in his reminiscence. Head tilting to better see you, he smirks fondly, gaze more serene without the exhaustion of the day settled in yet.

“Like you just woke up,” he says nonchalantly, nevertheless breaking into an endeared smile, muscular arm tugging you closer to him, so close you can see the flecks of muted silver in his irises.

“Hm, thank gosh it’s Saturday,” you yawn, limbs stretching in his embrace, toes finding purchase on his ankles, “I definitely did not set an alarm.”

“What dumbass would throw a party on a weekday?”

“Not you,” you retort sweetly, dramatically batting your eyelashes, “You’re not a dumbass.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbles.

“Already?” you wink lazily, “Don’t men have a refractory period or something?”

“I only came once last night,” he nearly pouts, hiding his expression in your sunwarmed hair.

“Right,” you chuckle, tender memories of being carefully wiped clean, and then snuggling into him, promptly passing out, floating contentedly through your vision, “You’re amazing.”

“Amazing enough to do this again?” his voice hardens, somehow moving further from you even as his body doesn’t move.

“Didn’t I already ask you that?” you reply gently.

“Yeah.”

Nose crinkling, you poke at his cheek, humming confidently, “I may not have had a devastating crush on you, but I obviously I like you, idiot.”

“Yeeeah,” he sighs.

“So we’re doing this again,” you remark plainly.

“Good,” he finally grins.

“Good,” you grin.

“Ugh,” he scowls, pretending to push you away, only to quickly pull you back into his embrace, pulse thrumming at the momentary distance.

“You weren’t saying that earlier,” you singsong, lightly tucking a longer strand of his hair behind his ear, cooing at its immediate redness, “You think Obanai heard us?”

“Fuck,” Sanemi grimaces, suddenly dreading his next conversation with his best friend.

“Poor guy,” you laugh, tone laced with mock sympathy, “Probably regrets inviting me.”

Shrugging, Sanemi pecks your forehead, voice gravelly as he mutters, “Nah, fuck him.”

#sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa x reader #wind hashira #one shot #college au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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licorice-tea · 5 months

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Don’t Fall In Love With Me (Yet)

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: strawhat!reader, gender neutral reader, feelings and fluff (my faves🤞🏽), so much tension, no resolution of that tension… yet😏, lowkey “i hate everyone but you” trope, very brief mention of some canon typical violence, but no actual violence <3

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: lalalalala i love law😇 i actually wrote about twice as much as what’s here to begin with, but i felt like it was too long for one post, so i might upload it as a second part later if anyone wants that! as always ty for the love, and i hope you enjoy! (did i write this instead of finishing part 3 of my Zoro mini series? perchance. (that will be up soon though!))

Part 2

It’s a day like any other on board the Thousand Sunny- calm waters, music, occasional shouting, and just one abnormality. Law, captain of the Heart Pirates, is a guest on board the Strawhat Crew’s ship in the aftermath of Dressrosa. And despite their hospitality, he finds practically everything about life on board their ship to be draining…

Every potentially quiet moment is interrupted by the crew’s shenanigans.

For starters: the cook and swordsman argue over every little thing, and most of their arguments escalate into fights. The navigator is actually a petty thief or a con-artist at best, and her double, the sniper, takes it upon himself to cause dangerous explosions at least once a day. The musician is an incredibly loud pervert, though the shipwright is somehow even louder and more dramatic. The archeologist is alright- she’s quiet, but Law finds her constant observation more eery than comforting. And the captain is still somehow convinced that his doctor could be used as a source of “emergency food.” Then there’s you; the one who brings whatever you’re working on at the time up to the deck so you can work in the sunlight, wears your weapons like they’re accessories, who only takes breaks from working to visit with your nakama, and always offers a charming smile when you catch Law staring… which happens multiple times in the course of the day.

Law is often irritated, rigid, and cold- so different from your own optimistic and nonchalant demeanor. At breakfast, he doesn’t talk much. Just eats his meal and thanks Sanji before excusing himself to go pour over anatomy books from the ship’s library. He does so for hours, not once joining the Strawhat Crew on deck or even taking time to explore the ship on his own. Nami frequents the library, as well, but she’s taken to drawing maps in her room or on deck since their guests arrival. When night begins to settle overhead, he may return to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, before going right back to his work.

At first, one might have been inclined to think Law didn’t like y/n at all. They can often see his gaze trained on them form from the corner of their eye, but chooses to ignore it sometimes and address it with a smile others. He almost never speaks to them if possible, only offering a nod or a mumbled response to whatever they says. But, he goes out of his way to sit by them at mealtimes and to find himself in the same narrow hallways as them, so that their arms brush. Those are the moments he obsesses over in his mind while he dozes off from his textbooks- the feel of their skin against his, and their kind acknowledgements- always void of harsh judgment.

It’s not just the lack of cruelty in essentially eveything they do, to Law; it’s the presence of love. Love for their nakama, their work, people and places they barely know, even him. He doesn’t recall ever having met someone so full of love that goes beyond superficial kindness- because they can be sarcastic and moody at times- besides perhaps Corazon.

And to y/n, there’s just something about Law that peaks their interests. Maybe it’s the feeling of having someone new around, or something even more indescribable and foreign to the pirate.

Zoro is asleep in the men’s cabin tonight, so y/n is keeping watch. It’s the usual arrangement for the 2 night owls of the crew- when Zoro has truly exhausted his body, he sleeps below deck with the others, and y/n has no trouble staying up through the night.

They turn on some quiet music on their speaker, a must have for any music lover. For a while, they just watch the sea and sky. Nights at sea are like a blackout. But, there is no need for light with strong eyesight and the even stronger moon and starlight.

So it’s no surprise that they see, just out of the corner of their peripheral vision, the top of a white and black speckled hat bobbing up and down as it moves toward the kitchen. Y/n’s eyes widen ever so slightly and their breath catches in their throat. The guest makes them feel silly, in a way, for not being able to discern their own feelings toward him, nor his toward them. They get so caught up in their thoughts about him that eventually they give up. Y/n shakes their head, mentally chastising themself for even being embarrassed or flustered in the first place. And with that confidence boost, they decide to go talk to him.

Next thing they know, y/n is standing before the kitchen door with no plan in mind for what they’re going to say to their crew’s ally. They open the door, but he doesn’t look up from the coffee brewing on the stove.

Y/n clears their throat to announce their presence, and Law whips his head around to see who it is. They offer a friendly smile and a little wave.

“Hi.” They speak softly, as if afraid to break the peace of the night.

A beat passes with no response from Law. Internally, he wishes they hadn’t walked in on him at this moment. The light from the overhead lamp catches in their eyes, and he feels entirely too seen. Not in the way he feels seen by someone like Robin, though, whose constant observation makes him feel uncomfortable; like one wrong move and he’ll have hell to pay for. No; y/n sees him and he’s scared that he might start spewing nonsense to avoid revealing his feelings. And suddenly his cheeks are on fire, and everything is quiet, and all he can focus on is the stars in their eyes that he tries so desperately to look away from.

They tilt their head, likely in concern, and he pulls himself out of his thoughts to mumble, “Hey.”

“Cant sleep?” y/n questions, their starry eyes (as described by Law) flickering over the coffee pot on the counter and back to him.

Law shrugs, then pulls his hat lower over his eyes to hopefully hide his warm face. “I wasn’t trying to sleep.”

“Hm…” they hum in response, “Want to keep watch with me then? If you aren’t busy.”

He thinks they’re just being friendly, like always. When they first met, Law was confused. It made no sense for someone so mild mannered to have a bounty of well over 500 million (now almost double that amount in the time that’s passed), though he didn’t doubt that looks could be deceiving. But even in the midst of battle, of which the two had been in several together, they refused to take kill shots or anything of the sort. So he was still unsure of how they had earned such an impressive reward for their capture. Still, they clearly had a high regard for life, and he had come to learn that they truly were just that kind hearted, not to mention witty and generous. And judging by the “Sora: Warrior of The Sea” sticker he’d noticed on small a journal they carried, which was one amongst many; a bit of a nerd, too. All of these things and more had made Law secretly impartial to them. Or at least, those were the reasons he has listed in his mind to make sense of these feelings.

So he nodded, much to their surprise, and mumbled again “Sure.”

The curve of their smile opens up into a grin, and y/n leaves while fully expecting Law to follow (whenever his coffee was ready.) Which, he does.

#part 2?#one piece x reader #one piece x you #fanfic #one piece #law x reader #x reader #law fluff #trafalgar law #law x you #straw hats #straw hat pirates #straw hat reader #teehee #i love writing fanfic😇#new hobby😈

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whateverisbeautiful · 4 months

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♥️ Ranking Richonne

#19: This Is Good (S6E15)

I mean...do I even need to explain? 😏 I always love this scene for its relaxed, happy, and intimate vibes and for really solidifying that all the romantic sexual tension Rick and Michonne had pre-canon would play out just as perfectly once they could finally act on it and be in love out loud. They do intimacy so well and naturally. The best word to describe this scene is straight-up sensual. And as they let themselves be fully immersed in their Richonne bubble in this scene, I truly believed what they believed - the world is theirs...

I didn’t realize how much opening minutes really used to be blessing us in this series. Cuz in 6.15 we get to see Rick and Michonne cuddled up again for the first time since their canon ep.

And I love that after seeing some couple-y moments with Glenn and Maggie and Abe and Sasha in this episode opener, we get this scene that reminds you there are some powerhouse newlyweds a part of this TWD couple list now. Won’t He do it! 😊

The scene opens with Judith on the baby monitor, which lets you know this is the bedroom of her parents. Plus the baby monitor made an appearance in Rick and Michonne's 6.10 canon moment as well so it sorta connects the two scenes in a way. And their family truly feels so whole now that Rick and Michonne have embraced that they’re meant to be.

I adore the way they're wrapped up in each other, and Michonne’s smile, and the way Rick's kissing her shoulder and like being as close to her as possible. 😍 They just both seem so genuinely content. And even half asleep they can’t keep their hands off each other lol. When I tell you these two are magnets - all you have to do is watch their body language in this scene to know it’s true. 🧲

And then Michonne takes that apple and bites it, and I love the subtle expression Rick makes when she does that. And then this show said, if y'alls' glasses somehow ain't fogged up yet then let’s just keep serving steaminess and have Michonne feed Rick the apple lol. They're wild for putting this moment in, and I'm here for it. 😋

Just their breaths and laughs in this, I love that in this quiet moment, their love is so loud and clear. And the apple suggests two things - 1) Adam and Eve fall-of-man foreshadowing and 2) that they are the hottest couple in all of television. 🔥👌🏽

It’s additional perfection when she runs her hands through his hair, and he immediately goes back to wrapping her in his arms. Um every second of this scene is a blessing. 😍 And of course Rick kisses her again, and the way she rubs his hand that’s holding the apple...Cup runneth over, y’all. It’s so great how natural and comfortable they are to be like this so soon after making their feelings for each other known.

It really does go to show that now they get to do what they've always wanted to do.

Like this feels like a whole passionate morning routine already and the married vibes are immaculate. It confirms how the physical aspect of this relationship was truly the final piece of their already perfect union. They’re happy and fed, and so are we. 😌

And in Rick’s first dialogue of the scene he says the only fitting thing to say on a blissful morning like this. “This is good.” And Michonne agrees it is and notes how Jesus came through. And did. Won’t he do it. 🙌🏾

Rick is really confident saying, "They all did, and they’re going to keep coming through." Homeboy is feeling really hopeful and confident during this period of the show and part of it is def cuz he’s now officially in a relationship with the baddest chick in the game. IJS. 😌

Michonne mentions how Maggie wants her and Glenn to set up watchpoints and Rick is in that lovely 'take a break' mood so he tells her to 'stick around.'

I love that it’s such a common theme for Rick to always want to extend his time with her. I repeat - the world can always wait when Rick is with Michonne.

It’s cute that part of his pitch for her to stick around is that 'Judith isn’t even up yet.' Mom and Dad, y’all. And then Rick really makes his pitch enticing when he starts kissing all over her and making her laugh. 😊

The way they can make each other smile and laugh like no other is the absolute best. (and Rick is more hungry for her than the apple ijs) I love that they’re so unabashed in expressing their love and desire for each other. And you know I’m always happy to see Rick and Michonne's playful side.

Like how great is it that we get to watch a couple that's so grown and mature while still having something youthfully energetic in their want for each other too. 🙌🏾

Michonne is disciplined like no other tho so she laughs and says, "wait no." Rick stops and looks at her asking, "yeah, why not?" in that fine voice and idk how Michonne remembered what she was saying with Rick over her like that lol. But, like I said, Sis is more disciplined than most so while her body language is certainly saying she'd love to stay in bed with him, she also wants to keep her commitment to Maggie and Glenn.

I love how she again runs her hands through Rick's hair while saying Maggie has them on a schedule and she doesn’t want to piss off a pregnant lady. And then Rick’s subtle pout. Every cute choice was made in this scene, I’m telling you. 🥰

Also I was like Michonne, sis, this is your chance to enjoy yourself and maybe even be a pregnant lady too, Maggie will understand lol. Like tell me Maggie wouldn't be like...

But Rick understands and doesn’t want to piss Maggie off either lol so he playfully tells her to go. It’s cute the way he says, "not that pregnant lady," and Michonne says, "right." Always in agreement.😊

And as we know, mornings like this blissful s6 one with Rick will have Michonne also one day being a pregnant lady who's nothing to mess with in the future. 👌🏽

(Side note: I’ve noticed every time Rick and Michonne have a scene chatting in bed together, the one person who comes up each time is Maggie. This scene in 6.15, the bedroom scene in the Sanctuary in 9.01, and their gorgeous bedroom scene in their home in 9.03. Rick and Michonne express care for Maggie's well-being every time, which is part of why it's so unfortunate that Maggie’s relationship with Rick and Michonne ended with a falling out. And the fact that all we know is something vague occurred and somehow Maggie and Michonne grew distant after Rick was gone. It's sad cuz they were shown to mean a lot to each other but then ended on a sour note.)

Rick says go and Michonne laughs as she starts to get up, and Rick again looks so rested and satisfied eating his apple and laying in bed. Michonne be giving that man life, y’all. 😊

Michonne notes that Maggie is worried about an attack and again Rick is confident saying when they come for us, not even "if," but "when," they’ll be ready. He’s extra confident saying this won’t be like before, and "the world's ours, and we know how to take it."

It’s sweet that Rick again takes his time to really reassure Michonne. It’s like he can sense that Michonne too might be having some concern about the looming fight, and so he’s so gentle but certain when he tells her everything they need is inside these walls and they aren’t losing any of it again.

I love that Rick feels they have everything they need, and I know he and Michonne having each other is very much included in that for him. And you can’t fully see it, but you can tell he comfortingly places his hand on her, really wanting her to know, “we’re not losing any of it again.”

And then I love how Rick says, "I’m not." Basically saying, trust me whatever is trying to take from us is going to have to go through me, and it won’t end well for them. And Michonne knows it too so I love the way she believes him and boosts him up saying, “No you’re not.”

She knows Rick is a fighter and a force to be reckoned with. It’s part of why she fell in love with him, and you can see that in this moment.

Also hearing Rick just eating the apple again lol, homeboy ain’t worried about no outside threats in this moment. He’s too busy on cloud nine. Having good fresh food, a strong community, a healthy family, and a goddess of a wife has Rick like...

And because she’s a fighter too, Michonne takes his hand and also says, "I’m not," cuz they’re cut from the same cloth, really and truly. And you just believe the two of them so much when they say this.

Even knowing Negan is coming, you just feel like ultimately he’ll be no match for Rick and Michonne because those two together are unstoppable. 💯

I love that they got this peaceful morning moment to just fully enjoy each other's presence and affirm to each other that what they have is good and not going anywhere. These at-home scenes always paint such a great picture of why Rick and Michonne make for the absolute best husband and wife.

And again, the sensuality of this whole scene is A1. In every inch of every frame. And I remember loving this scene back then but watching it back now it’s even more sensual and sweet than I remember. Like it’s so good from beginning to end and solidified that Rick and Michonne really do work perfectly as a couple. I love the way they talk to each other and so visibly want each other. I’ll say it 1000 times.

Two more cute moments I just want to note in this 6.15 ep are Rick ratting out Michonne and low-key himself too, when he reveals to Morgan that Michonne did steal that protein bar back in King County. Like he thinks he's telling on Michonne but also Rick,...

Cuz Rick stayed letting the world know he remembers pretty much every detail about Michonne. 😋 I love that Rick remembers so much from his first run with Michonne in Clear and then Morgan’s smile like 'oh I know your girl took it.' Also, I just love any time Andy and Lennie get to act together. Legendary talents. 👏🏽

And then I really love the Rick and Abe scene towards the end of the ep too. It’s one of the most heartfelt exchanges between two men on the show imo, and I like how Abe was the tf member who always most wanted the Richonne tea. He’s one of us lol.

It’s always heartwarming seeing Rick ask Abe specifically if Michonne is back yet. Like I’ve said before, some of Rick's Day Ones are out there, but of course, his wife is his utmost concern. And Abe is so compassionate when having to reveal that Michonne is still out there. It’s heartrending that Rick can’t even hide the concern he feels and wants Michonne back home.

I appreciate that Abe seems to notice this and wants to talk about love when asking Rick if he’s scared to go back to it and let someone in close. We know from the "rules keep changing" scene that letting someone in is big for Rick. So he pauses for a moment and answers "yeah" twice.

Abe brings some levity saying how he’s basically ready to blaze a path of his own (with Sasha 😊💜) even despite this world's penchant for taking things away. And Rick’s amused face at Abe is cute.

Then the way Rick stays standing at the gate, almost wanting to will Michonne home. So sweet. 😭

And extra sweet is Abe kindly saying, "any second now" to reassure Rick while he’s in this state of feeling off because Michonne's not okay somewhere, so even from afar, Rick's not entirely okay right now either.

Rick had been feeling so unshakeable all ep, but Michonne being out there while the looming threat of the Saviors is high shows that there are still things he worries about, and of course, Michonne and her safety are high on that list.

I love that despite the scary aspects of letting someone in, in that world especially, Rick and Michonne still dared to do so fully with one another. And because of it, they get to enjoy blissful mornings filled with love like this one here. It was giving newlyweds and married-for-years all at the same time, and I'm eternally here for it. 😌

#richonne #top 30 #number 19 #rick x michonne #twd 6.15 #reveling in richonne #twd towl #the ones who live

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bidisastersanji · 5 months

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Was thinking about how the Olympic village is basically an orgy of strongest people from all over the world so let’s think of Olympic athletes Zoro and Sanji meet at the Olympic Games:

Zoro as a Japanese martial artist (karate? Judo? Taekwondo?) kind of athlete since Kendo is not an Olympic sport and fencing wouldn’t feel right for this man. He can have Law and Kiku as buddies from Japan on his team

Sanji as a French gymnast , coached by his adoptive father Zeff

Sanji spots Japan’s sexy flagbearer (a bit oiled up or shirtless maybe 😏?) during the opening ceremony and is very flustered. He doesn’t know Zoro notices him too- not just from then but because Sanji was in a promo video for Paris 2024, doing some hypnotizing gymnastics and looking gorgeous, sweaty and laughing on camera , and Zoro definitely didn’t pause and stare at his definition a couple dozen times, no sirree.

(Alternate idea: the flame needs to be passed on from Japan to France (Tokyo to Paris) What if they fight and extinguish it by accident and dislike each other at the start?)

They run into each other constantly at the Olympic village- staying in nearby rooms, at the cafeteria, at parties, etc, their friend groups accidentally mingling and bringing them together over the course of the games

The sexual tension is PALPABLE AS FUCK Sanji can’t stop staring at this infuriatingly sexy and usually composed man with an impressively large chest and arms while Zoro can’t stop thinking about getting between those corded muscles on those juicy thighs and die happy there

Zoro definitely attends Sanji’s events and gets so hot and bothered

Nami (team France, Friends with Sanji) notices Zoro staring at his ass of course and tries to get them to get it out of their system, bringing Sanji to a team Japan event or completion where Zoro is likely to attend- everyone runs with the urban myth that athletes at the Olympics perform better when having sex anyways right?

At a party, drunk after a win, Zoro and Sanji try to reason with themselves that that’s the reason they’re doing this, nothing more, as they fall into each others (cardboard?) beds again and again, seeking each other out (if they’re cardboard like for Tokyo 2020 they MUST break one)

There can be some second language English miscommunication, as a treat

Despite their emotional constipation Sanji can’t stop himself from being himself though and shows his sweet side, showing Zoro around and sharing French culture with him, and Zoro is enamoured as fuck, and Sanji tells him he’s always dreamt of coming to Japan, if not at least for the food-then for the culture (Fun fact Japan and France have a long long history of romanticizing the fuck out of each other so it’s so perfect)

Sanji originally plans to bring just Zoro on a romantic outing in Paris but ends up bringing the whole ragtag group they accidentally formed - Robin insists they need to visit the catacombs (lol) Chopper wants to eat Berthillon Ice cream, Usopp wants to visit the botanical gardens, etc robin wins and Chopper and Usopp are terrified the whole time because these are real human bones lol

Bonus stuff: Usopp is in sharpshooting or archery, Luffy is in trampoline, Chopper is in equestrian, Nami is in sailing, Robin is in table tennis (or is a coach?), Franky does Paralympic Greco-Roman wrestling, Brook does fencing, Jinbei does surfing

#Zosan Olympian Au #Olympics au #zosan #Zoro x sanji #sanji x Zoro #zosan Olympics au #cw: bones #they would have the most energetic sex ever lol #I can’t get over the sturdy cardboard beds from Tokyo 2020 #I Hope they break one #Zosan fic idea

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steddiecameraroll · 5 months

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I started this draft before Flight was released so suspend disbelief people. CW dry humping until it’s no longer dry 😏

“Wait,” Steve pushes himself to sit up more on the broken-in couch of Eddie’s new place. “You almost died and have never kissed anyone? Like no one? Not even when you were a little kid? And, I don’t know, a girl named Sarah pulled you behind the drinking fountain and kissed you so fast you weren’t even sure it happened?”

“You’re asking as if it’s from experience, Harrington.” Eddie keeps his head back on the cushion holding the joint loosely between his lips.

“It is, answer the question, Munson.” Steve smacks the back of his hand against Eddie’s thigh.

“This is true, my good sir. These lips have never touched another.” He puckers his mouth making an over exaggerated kissing motion.

Steve’s eyes drag down Eddie’s face landing on the pursed lips. For some reason, they look softer than ever.

“I could,” Steve says before he can think about it.

Eddie tilts his head. “You could what?”

“Kiss you,” he says nonchalantly.

Eddie stares for a moment before chuckling. “You offering up your services? Sure, uh huh.”

Eddie takes another pull from the joint, before offering it back to Steve.

“I’m serious,” Steve takes the offering and places it between his lips. “I would do it, y’know, if you wanted, of course. I’m not gonna make you, or whatever.”

“Sure, why not? Let’s see what all the Harrington hubbub is about. Bring it on big boy.” Eddie opens his arms but keeps his head casually relaxed on the back of the couch acting like he knows Steve isn’t serious.

Steve’s heart rate picks up slightly and now he’s suddenly nervous. What if he doesn’t do a good job? He was offering to help out but now it feels like something he needs to prove to Eddie.

He can do this.

He leans forward to set the joint on the top of an empty Coke can. Then takes a slow deep breath, before pointing his attention to the curly haired man at his side.

Eddie’s smiling wide and wiggling his fingers trying to encourage Steve’s ridiculous notion.

“We doing this or what, Harrington? I’m not getting any younger.”

“Chill out, this is supposed to be special. Your first kiss is something you’ll remember. Not a race to get it over with.” His brows are furrowed in seriousness.

Suddenly his own words smack him in the brain just as he scooches closer to Eddie.

Should this be special? Is it special? Well, it’s… something just because it’s Steve and Eddie but does that make it inherently special? Will Eddie remember this kiss for the rest of his life? Steve’s stomach lurches when he realizes he wants him to.

This probably isn’t the moment to have a panic attack. Steve’s attempting to keep his nervousness at bay but failing by a mile.

Concentrate.

This is about Eddie.

“Ok,” Eddie replies a little quieter while shifting his weight on the couch. “Um, do I need to-um, do anything?”

“No,” Steve says as he slides his right hand under Eddie’s hair and around the man’s neck.

Steve isn’t sure but he thinks he feels a shiver pass through Eddie under his fingertips.

Eddie suddenly pulls back and shoots to his feet, surprising Steve.

“Um, you don’t-we don’t… thanks though. Uh, very cool. I appreciate you…offering.” He shifts uncomfortably on his feet making Steve uneasy.

“Uh, sorry, you weren’t serious. That’s my bad.” He chuckles trying to break the tension. “I guess I was more fucked up than I thought.”

Eddie is still standing and now wringing his hands together.

God, Steve royally fucked this up.

“It’s ok, strong batch this time, I guess. Um,” Eddie’s eyes are darting around the room. “I uh, I think I’m gonna crash. You can…” he awkwardly motions toward the couch. “If you’re too fucked up, um, you can stay here. It’s-it’s fine.”

This has gone terribly wrong and Steve’s afraid their friendship won’t recover. He usually stays on nights like this but it suddenly feels like he’s not welcome.

“No,” Steve stands up and Eddie instinctively steps back. “I’ll go.”

He bites his lip and tries to keep his face as neutral as possible. Eddie nods and lowers his gaze, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry, again, that was stupid. I’m stupid.” He moves around Eddie, leaving a wide amount of space between them, as he heads to the exit.

He stops in front of the door, on the other side of the room, and tries to think of what he could say to fix this. He doesn’t want to leave with this hanging over them.

“I just…” when he turns around to speak Eddie rushes at him, pushing him back against the door, and plants his lips on him firmly.

Steve’s eyes shoot open in shock while Eddie’s fingers curls tight into the front of Steve’s shirt. Eddie’s lips are smashed against Steve’s, moving desperately and awkwardly while Steve stands in still surprise.

Eddie pulls back almost as if his brain realized he’d been kissing Steve. His mouth drops open, and he stares in fear.

Steve can’t help himself and rushes forward meeting Eddie in a desperate clashing of lips. The two men smash their bodies into each other, flinging their arms around one another, while pulling at their clothing like they can’t get close enough.

The rush of realizing Steve’s been wanting to do this for ages causes him to cling to Eddie’s back. They move their lips together on instinct. They’re both breathing hard through their nostrils and making quiet noises like they can’t control themselves.

Eddie suddenly rolls his hips and Steve’s mouth drops open when he feels the hard line of Eddie’s erection rub against him. As Steve’s brain shortens out Eddie dips his tongue into Steve’s mouth and licks around getting his first taste of the man.

Steve needs to touch more, needs to feel Eddie’s skin against his fingertips. He tugs hard at the metal head’s shirt, whining when he can’t get it untucked quickly. He’s absentmindedly grinding his hips against Eddie not realizing how close he’s getting to cumming in his pants.

“Fuck, Steve.” Eddie drags his lips along Steve’s jaw, clinging to his body as they hump each other silly.

Steve drops his head back and gasps when Eddie digs his teeth into the soft expanse of skin behind his ear.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.”

“Shiiit,” Eddie whines and Steve feels the rhythmic motion of Eddie’s hips falter.

He knows Eddie is careening toward his own orgasm and that thought alone throws him over the edge. He pushes his hips forward and pulls Eddie in closer. His body tensing up as he spurts over and over into his jeans.

“AH, AH, fuck!”

“Oh god, are you cumming?” Eddie asks just before he thrusts forward and digs his fingers into Steve’s back, meeting Steve with a matching orgasm.

“Uh huh,” Steve’s mouth is open and he can’t think. The pleasure hit him so quickly he thinks he traveled through the space time continuum.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Eddie hunches his back a little and Steve enjoys watching how the pleasure spreads across Eddie’s face.

“God damn it.” Steve sighs as he finally stalls his hips from moving. The fabric of his underwear now sticking to him.

“Oh my god,” Eddie murmurs. “That was… crazy?Stay?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Steve’s body is tingling as it comes back online.

“Did we? Holy shit.” Eddie sounds flabbergasted. “We should’ve done that a long time ago.”

“We can do it again in 30 minutes. Hopefully with less clothing on.” Steve loosens his grip and hugs Eddie in close.

“Mmmm, naked Steve.” Eddie grunts pleasantly. “Yes, please.”

coffee? ☕️🍩💕

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiecameraroll posts #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #steddie ficlet #my writing

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kvtie444 · 6 months

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a/n: my grammar is atrocious i’m so sorry😭 BUT YAY MORE VOICE MESSAGES !!!

warnings: sfw, (just about😏)

summary: seeing chris after the breakup, there’s clearly some tension…. pt2????

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what the fuck does he want.

i feel my stomach drop as i see his name appear on my screen.

chris is typing… just now

chris sent you a chat just now

i groan, throwing my head back against my pillow before grabbing my phone and unlocking it to read his message.

Is he serious? i mean i expected this sooner or later given our nearly 6 months together ended a week ago, but it's still surprising. I furrow my brows, tapping the screen with my nails as I formulate a reply.

he’s such a dick.

i gather all of his belongings, shoving them into an empty bag. Moving towards my dresser, I grab my perfume and generously spray it over everything, adding an extra grain of salt to the wound.

Entering the bathroom, I have a swift shower before proceeding to apply my makeup and style my hair. I take extra time to ensure that i look extra good; I refuse to let him see me looking anything less than my best. Once ready, I slide into my shoes, grab my bag and keys, and make my way to my car.

While driving, an overwhelming sense of anxiety washes over me, intensifying with each turn that brings me closer to his house. He’s still my ex, and despite my reluctance to admit it,i still have love for him equally as much as hate.

Overthinking consumes me, and as I stop at a red light, my mind drifts into a momentary lapse. He’s probably already likely moved on, merely seeking his things to give to another girl.

The honk of a car behind me jolts me back to reality, the green traffic light signaling my return to focus. Eventually arriving at his house, I turn off the engine and exhale. Glancing at the bag filled with clothes beside me, I take a few calming breaths before opening the car door and grabbing the bag. Approaching his front door, the ring doorbell goes off automatically, i can hear his steps from inside the house getting louder as my heart practically beats out my chest.

he swings the door open, leaving his arm casually perched on top of the doorframe, and leans his head against his arm. shit, he looks good. He's sporting a black tee paired with his chain, plaid pj bottoms, and clearly drenched himself with my favorite cologne, knowing it would drive me crazy. Keep it together y/n. composure.

His eyes roam over my figure, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as our gazes lock. "Took you long enough," he remarks. "Shut up," I roll my eyes. He bites his lip, a playful smile forming before gesturing for me to enter, holding the door open. I walk in through the deliberately narrow space he created, my body brushing past his as he follows behind. Settling on his sofa, I drop my bag beside me.

He leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed. "You look good," he comments. Heat rises to my face, and that familiar fluttering sensation stirs in my stomach. I glance down at the floor. "Look, can I just get my stuff? I've got places to be," I retort.

"Oh?" he chimes, "Where are you going?"

"Meeting a friend," I lie.

"Like a date?" he prods.

"What's it to you?" I snap, meeting his gaze with furrowed eyebrows.

He stares at me, his blue eyes sending sharp glares my way before shifting his gaze to the side, his jawline flexing. fuck. "Your stuff's in my room, just some makeup wipes and shit," he says, looking back at me.

"Is that it? Just throw it away, Chris," I reply. He shrugs his shoulders, then pushes himself off the wall, stepping closer. "Can you do something for me, princess?"

I feel myself grow hotter at the nickname. "Don't call me that," I mumble. He chuckles before continuing, "Can you drop me off at Nate's? I'll pay for the gas." I bite the inside of my cheek, weighing my options. Do I say no and look like the bigger person, or do I entertain this a bit longer?

fuck it.

"Yeah, fine," I sigh, rising from my spot on his sofa. I make my way toward his front door, feeling his eyes burning into my body as he follows behind.

We climb into my car, and he’s quick to grab the vape sitting on my console. I shoot him a look, laughing softly. I start the car, and as I drive, I notice him gripping the back of his seat with his right arm above his head, his head turned to face me, his bicep flexing in the process. Surprisingly, the car ride remains conflict-free. As we stop at a red light, he rests his hand on my thigh, exhaling smoke. I shoot him a look, biting my cheek—a habit I've developed when feeling flustered. Fuck me, could this red light take any longer?

I extend my hand, and he passes me back my vape, our skin brushing against each other, sending sparks through my body. As I inhale, I feel his hand trailing upwards slowly. I keep my eyes on the red light as his other hand reaches over, taking the vape out of my hand, his touch lingering this time. The quiet sound of music from my phone fills the car as I feel his hand grazing the hem of my shorts.

"Chris," I sigh, capturing my bottom lip between my teeth "Hmm?" he replies softly. I remain silent as his hand hovers over the place I need him most.

Finally, the light switches to amber when Chris speaks up, "Pull over."

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thelov3lybookworm · 29 days

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You Think I Wanted This? (Part 5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Another party??

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A/n: aight so things are starting to heat uppp hehe 😏

anyways, enjoy!

The silence was more distracting than his loud complains, and Y/n didn't know what to make of that sudden knowledge as she turned the page of her textbook, trying to remember even one word she's read in the past ten minutes

If she was being honest, it scared her, the way she had begun to adore his loudness. His constant sighs, his scowls, his frowns.

Her craving for his presence scared her more than her father did, and that was a huge statement.

Now, sitting in her room in her simple sundress in front of her desk, her books open, she wished he was with her too. The silence was just too loud, the air and space too big without his looming presence.

Just as she leaned back, rubbing her face with both hands, the door opened, and in walked her ugly husband.

Not ugly.

Y/n quieted the voice as she sighed, turning to look at him as he made his way to her bed. Technically his bed too, but that was not the point.

As soon as he was settled, laying flat as he stared up at the intricately carved ceiling, Y/n turned back to her work, the medicines and herbs suddenly much more interesting.

"Do you all really do nothing all day?"

Y/n blinked, turning to look at him.

"What?"

"Do you all really just sit around on your asses doing nothing?"

Unamused, Y/n wondered if he was being serious. When she didn't reply, he turned to stare at her expectantly, and she realised that he was, in fact, not joking.

"Father handles the kingdom matters all day. Halden is usually busy with his trainings and studies, so am I. Other than the guards, everyone has something to do."

He clicked his tongue. "Being in Samara was better than this-"

The thud that echoed through the room was more satisfying than it should have been, and Y/n had to work hard to suppress her smile as Xaden turned to glare at the thick textbook she had chucked at his head.

"What is this?"

"My first year textbook. You should read that to pass the time and maybe consider shutting up."

And because she wanted him to know small remedies in case he got hurt while on a mission, but he didn't need to know that.

After all, it would be a real waste of manpower if he died because he didn't wrap an injury quickly enough or used poisonous herbs when needed. He had a very coveted signet, from what she'd heard, and he was also apparently a very good rider and warrior. The kingdom needed people like that.

And because he was very entertaining when angry.

He scoffed. "Yeah, no. I'm not reading some healer's textbook."

Y/n shrugged, picking up one of her books to continue reading. "As long as you don't irritate me, you can do whatever you want."

He was quiet, and Y/n stopped thinking about him and actually started reading when she heard the noise of paper turning.

Try as she might, she could not hide the triumphant smile blooming on her face.

It had almost been over an hour when Y/n stood, stretching her hands high above her head to relieve some of the tension in her body before tuning to Xaden, who watched her curiously.

"I forgot to tell you, but Halden is hosting a party this evening."

He groaned. "Another one?"

A small smile bloomed on her face, because no matter how she felt about him, she could relate to his lack of enthusiasm. "It won't be like the previous ones."

"Oh?"

She nodded, leaning her hip back against the desk. "Party is just a nicer, more appropriate word so no one finds out, but it is basically a revel, with too much drinking and... you know..."

His scarred eyebrow rose, skeptical. "I know... what?"

She sighed through her nose. "People will be busy... interacting."

He blinked "Interacting. Interesting. And it's allowed?"

She rolled her eyes. "Halden sends out the invitations personally, and only people he trusts get them. Those who get invited are bound to stay quiet about the whole ordeal, and as long as it does not get revealed to the general public, father does not care."

"So people partake in group activities?"

Y/n blushed, realising he had something completely different in mind. "No! I mean, I wouldn't know. I've only been to one. And usually, the lighting is so dark you cant see what others are doing. Aphrodisiacs are involved, and everywhere you look, you will find a couple or two being... intimate."

By the time Y/n finished speaking, Xaden's eyebrows had almost disappeared into his hair.

"That's..."

"Mhmm. You can probably find some good company tonight."

Instantly, his eyes hardened. "What does that mean?"

She blinked at the harsh tone, straightening. "I-"

A knock sounded through the room, interrupting her, and she glanced over as the door opened.

The maid walked in holding a tray, a teapot, two cups and a plate of small biscuits and sweets stacked onto it, balancing precariously as she made her way over to the low table in the corner of the room.

Without a word, the maid set down the tray, then glanced up at Y/n to await further instruction.

"I can handle it, thank you."

The maid nodded, and after a look at the smile Y/n gave her, turned and left, blushing.

The whole ordeal gave Y/n time to collect her thoughts, and she was grateful for it.

Y/n and Xaden, though now married, had not consumated it yet. Y/n knew the significance of it, the importance it held in the royal family. Her father had subtly hinted at it in the past few days, to which Y/n had pretended it had happened.

Sha hadn't yet talked to Xaden about it, hadn't told him that in the family, a marriage without consumation was basically a marriage annulled.

The only reason she continued lying about it was because she knew he still had feelings for General Sorrengail's youngest daughter, and maybe, just maybe, also because even though she had known the chances of her marrying for love were almost nonexistent, she still held out hope that she would only ever be intimate with someone she loved and because she wanted to be, not because of responsibility.

Y/n made her way over to the table, beginning to pour the tea into a cup when Xaden spoke up again. "What did you mean, Y/n."

She sighed, already tired of this conversation. "Just forget it, Riorson." She glanced up to meet his eyes. "Tea?"

His eyes hardened further, and he stood, his jaw clenched, a muscle feathering in his jaw. "You enjoy it."

He walked out the door without another word, slamming it behind him, not giving her a chance to do anything but spy the curious eyes of Nash as he tried to gauge what had caused this reaction.

And, even though Y/n knew that he was mad, the fact that her first year textbook was missing didn't go unnoticed by her.

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Hi BB 😌 can I get a one shot with Hotch and BAU!Reader where Hotch knows reader is a plant from Strauss and she's been watching the team for months and Hotch hates her and she hates him, but they can admit that they're definitely hot and they fuck? No enemies to lovers, just a good spiteful fuck. ~maybe~ they do it more than once, but there's no love. They don't see the best in each other, just some bomb ass genitals 😂

Heyyyy mamas 😏😏 oh hell fucking yeah!! I need a dose of this rn

(Minors DNI!!!!)

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You knew exactly why you had stayed late in the office, but you still questioned yourself. You watched the members of the BAU trickle out as the clock ticked way past five PM. You’d used paperwork as an excuse to linger, but the truth throbbed between your legs.

It was pathetic, really.

Sure, you were expected to be courteous with the Unit Chief — Aaron Hotchner — and perhaps even cozy up to him to be in his good graces. But you had taken that to the extreme… and not in any sort of conventional way.

The truth was, the two of you couldn’t stand each other. But unfortunately, your bodies reacted completely different to your rational minds. The whole irony of it was pretty maddening.

And so, after weeks of heated glares, snarky remarks, and sexual tension so tangible that it could be sliced with a knife, the two of you finally caved in.

And the worst — or maybe best — part about it?

It wasn’t a one time thing.

In fact, whenever things got especially stressful, you had come to the secret agreement to use each other for some release. No strings attached, much less something romantic. God forbid you became amicable.

So, when the last of the stragglers clocked out for the day, you headed to Hotch’s office. You knocked on the door as a courtesy, subsequently hearing his rumbling ‘come in.’

You shut the door behind you as you stepped in, crossing your arms over your chest. Hotch sighed heavily, leaning his elbows on his desk and giving you a stern look.

“You know, you were a real pain in the ass today,” he said. “Did you really have to be so relentless in front of the team?”

You shrugged, smiling slyly. “I just know how to get what I want. Can you blame me?”

He stood up from his desk, shoving his hands in his pockets and approaching you slowly.

“And what exactly is it that you want?” He asked, his dark eyes roaming all over you.

You reached up to undo the first couple of buttons of your shirt, back pressed against the wall as he came even closer.

“Aren’t you a profiler, Agent Hotchner? I’m sure you can figure it out.”

He scoffed, only half amused. “Why don’t you enlighten me instead?”

You reached for his tie now, toying with it for a moment before tugging him towards you. You tilted your chin up, staring directly into his eyes, your lips a hair’s breadth apart.

“I want you to fuck me hard against the wall until you forget why you were so mad in the first place.”

His throat worked as he swallowed hard, but then he grabbed your arm, maneuvering you. “Turn around.”

You complied with a small, triumphant smile. You undid your pants, but before you could push them down, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned your hands behind your back.

“Allow me,” he said sardonically, lightly kicking your legs apart.

He pressed your front against the wall and used his free hand to yank your pants and underwear down.

You bit your lower lip as he brought a hand down to your cunt, chuckling darkly at what he found.

“So wet for someone you hate, huh?” He taunted, his deft fingers still teasing your slit. “How does that work?”

“Don’t act like your cock’s not throbbing in your pants right now,” you countered. “I know you’ve been wanting this all day, too.”

Your body jerked as he delivered a sharp spank to your ass.

“You seem awful sure of yourself,” he said. “Maybe I shouldn’t give it to you. That’ll really teach you a lesson.”

You bared your teeth in frustration to his teasing, glaring at him from your periphery.

“Bite me, Hotchner.”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Still, you head the soft growl of the zipper and the clink of his belt being undone. Soon enough, he lined yourself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly.

You inhaled sharply as he buried his free hand in your hair and pulled your head back slightly as he bottomed out.

His thrusts were hard and shallow at first, keeping himself mostly sheathed inside you, his body pressed against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as he hit a spot deep inside you that almost made you lose yourself.

“Harder,” you pleaded. “I don’t need you to be gentle with me.”

“I know I don’t,” he panted, rearing back to spank you again, once on each side.

He chuckled as he felt you clench around him with each strike. His large hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

“Now keep your hands behind your back or I’ll stop.”

You wanted to retort, but you wanted some release even more, so you acquiesced. Now he didn’t hesitate, his thrusts quick and punishing.

You could hear him try to control his breathing, grunts of pleasure escaping his throat. With each thrust, you pushed your hips back to meet his. Your cheek was pressed against the wall, and you couldn’t help the wanton moans that spilled from your lips.

“If-if only the team knew what a desperate slut you are for my cock, hmm?” He rasped close to your ear. “I wonder what they’d think of you t-then.”

“Says the o-one who gets a hard on every time I challenge you,” you retorted. “Maybe I should just shove your face into my pussy next time. Put your mouth to good use— ah fuck!”

He covered your mouth with one hand, his thrusts even rougher. “Shut up and take it.”

As the two of you got closer to your climaxes, you reached back and grasped part of his shirt as best as you could at that angle. His grunts grew louder, the rhythm of his movements stuttering.

You came as you felt heat flooding your cunt, your walls spasming around him. He muttered fuck under his breath, sucking a breath between his teeth as you practically milked every last drop of pleasure out of him.

Your cries were muffled by the palm of his hand, your muscles tensed as you rode the last of your ecstasy. Was it possible that it got better and better each time?

It sure seemed that way, much to your chagrin.

When he pulled out, he went to retrieve tissues from his desk, handing you the box as he worked on cleaning himself up. You did the same, avoiding looking at each other.

You pulled your pants back up, composing yourself as best as you could despite still being in a fucked out daze.

He cleared his throat, adopting his stern demeanor once more. “I want you here bright and early tomorrow. Lots of paperwork to go through.”

You scoffed, opening the door and flipping him off. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be here. You owe me some coffee, though.”

He huffed once more in amusement and you rolled your eyes, taking off. He could really get on your nerves, but damn if he didn’t know what he was doing when it came to your body…

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