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teapartyprincess4two · 26 days

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heyyy can u pls do sfw/nsfw matt with tough gf😮‍💨😮‍💨

Tough- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Tough!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request^^

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship

summary: head cannons of Matt with a tough girlfriend!

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☆SFW

For your entire life you’ve been classified using one word: tough. You’re extremely resilient, stubborn, and hardworking, and these are all qualities Matt loves about you.

☆ You refuse to ask for help, even when you desperately need it and most times Matt doesn’t even know you needed help to begin with.

☆ A flat tire stares back at you, taunting and challenging you to change it.

☆ You roll up your sleeves and throw your hair up in a pony tail, gathering the tools necessary to swap the tire out.

☆ Sweat is dripping down your face and glistening against your shoulders. “Babe? What are you doing?” Matt asks, watching tentatively from the porch.

☆ “Changing this damn tire,” you grunt, tightening the last bolt before throwing the wrench back into the tool box.

☆ You prefer comfort so your wardrobe is a mix between girly and tomboy, consisting mainly of graphic t-shirts and baggy jeans.

☆ “I’m ready,” you say, hopping off the last step as you enter the living room.

☆ Matt leans against the couch, peering behind him to catch a glimpse of you. “Is that my shirt?” he asks, getting up to examine your outfit better.

☆ “Yup. Let’s go, we’re gonna be late,” you reply, placing a cap over your straightened hair and adjusting your plethora of necklaces.

☆ “She lowkey got that shit on though,” Chris chuckles from beside Matt, earning himself a playful push.

☆ Sometimes you don’t measure your words or your tone, forgetting that you’re talking to your boyfriend and not one of your ‘homies.’

☆ When the conversation is normal, he ignores it. But when your tone meanders into rude territory, he immediately puts an end to it.

☆ “Dude, what the fuck?! I cleaned that shit yesterday! How is it already dirty, bro?” you exclaim, hands pointing accusatorially at Matt.

☆ “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just talk to me like that,” he responds, jaw clenched. “Let’s start over, yeah?”

☆ You take a deep breath, exhaling all your anger before replying, “Babe, what the heck?! I cleaned that thing yesterday! How is it already dirty, baby?”

☆ Matt knows you threw the pet names in there for show, but he appreciates you trying, even if it is laced with sarcasm.

☆ You’re insanely strong and when you’re not at home or at work, you’re at the gym.

☆ “I’ll be back in like an hour, okay? We can order something for dinner when I get back,” you peck Matt’s check, slinging your duffel back over your shoulder.

☆ “Hmm okay,” he murmurs, delivering a quick slap to your ass.

☆ Matt’s grateful that you aren’t overly affectionate in public, mostly because he’s extremely reserved and prefers to keep your relationship private.

☆ The most you’ll do is hold his hand, hug him, or kiss his cheek. Sometimes you’ll be even less affectionate when around his friends and siblings.

☆ That doesn’t mean you don’t mark your territory though, especially when you get jealous.

☆ “Hi baby,” your voice is high-pitched and excited, a very unusual mix coming from you. You cling to Matt’s side as another girl tries chatting him up.

☆ “Hi,” he replies, wrapping an arm around you and resting his hand on your ass. He’s slightly confused, but quickly realizes you’re jealous.

☆ When you start kissing, the girl finally gets the hint and leaves. “Dumb bitch,” you grumble, pulling away from Matt slightly.

☆ He chuckles and pulls you back in, showing you he only has eyes for you.

☆ “Need help?” Matt asks from behind you, watching as you struggle to reach something from the top shelf.

☆ “Nope. Almost got it,” you reply, your tongue poking out in concentration.

☆ Matt pushes against your backside, wrapping a strong arm around your waist as he reaches over you.

☆ “Here,” he hands the item to you, watching the frustration leave your face.

☆ Arguments, although they’re few and far between, can escalate very quickly between you two.

☆ You’re both stubborn, so no matter what you always believe you’re right.

☆ Angry, hurtful words are exchanged and before you know it you’re both storming off in opposite directions.

☆ You’re not one to cry easily, but if the argument is frustrating enough the tears will start flowing.

☆ “Y/n?” Matt asks tentatively, peering into your shared bedroom to find you curled up under the blankets. Your small sniffles fill the room.

☆ A frown forms on his face as he joins you under the covers, immediately you pulling into him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, pecking your forehead. “Me too,” you hiccup, burying your face in his chest.

☆ You’re not afraid to slap Matt’s ass, especially after he does it to you.

☆ At first he used to hate it, but now he knows to expect it.

☆ Usually you’ll sneak your hand into the back pocket of his pants afterwards, walking around like that no matter where you are.

☆ A long list of to-do’s is constantly forming in your mind, even on your days off, and you’re not afraid to get bossy so it can all get done.

☆ “Matt, you mow the lawn and wash the cars. I’ll clean the house and do the laundry,” you instruct.

☆ “So bossy,” he laughs.

☆ “Or you can just do all of it?” you suggest with a quirked brow and a sassy hand on your hip. “No ma’am, I’m going.”

☆ “Mhm that’s what I thought.”

☆NSFW

Your tough girl attitude can sometimes get you in trouble, earning you punishments that put you in your place.

☆ When you’re together in private, Matt sees a side of you that you never show the world.

☆ You’re sweet and soft, juxtaposing the tough girl demeanor you usually display. If you ever act up in public, though, Matt is quick to remind you of this when you’re in private.

☆ “Wanna act stupid? Yeah?” He grunts, hips rocking against you at an ungodly pace.

☆ You whimper, too fucked out to respond. “That’s what I fucking thought,” his harsh words are followed by a hand wrapping around your throat.

☆ Your smart mouth is usually what gets you in trouble. “You think you look cute talking to me like that? Embarrassing me in front of all our friends?”

☆ He holds a firm grip of your face, forcing you to make eye contact as you reply with a hum.

☆ That’s enough for him to shove you into the bed, face down ass up. He slips into you without hesitation, hips snapping so harshly against your skin that the sound echoes throughout the room.

☆ “Not gonna stop until you learn your lesson,” he growls, pulling your hair into a ponytail and using it as leverage to fuck you harder.

☆ The pleasure is so good that you don’t even want it to stop, you just use your smart remarks to egg him on.

☆ Other times, your attitude travels into the bedroom and you have Matt beneath you completely overstimulated.

☆ “Y/n— fuck! I can’t anymore,” his words are choked, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries to focus on lasting longer.

☆ “Yes you can baby, I know you can” you purr, rocking your hips back and forth on his cock.

☆ Without another warning, his hips are stuttering as his hot cum paints your walls. That was his fourth orgasm and you show no signs of stopping soon.

☆ He loves teasing you because he knows you’ll get riled up enough to dominate him.

☆ He’s leaned against the headboard, eagerly awaiting your next move.

☆ You crawl over to him, situating yourself over his crotch. Instinctively, his hands travel to your hips, a firm grip pushing you down on his erection.

☆ A tsk escapes your lips, “You’re not gonna get what you want that easily, baby. You’re gonna have to work for it.”

☆ Your words put him in a trance and he’s ready to comply to your every command.

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A/n: she (me) is not tuff - L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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eoieopda · 1 year

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stay (jjk)

“Jungkook,” His name was merely a sigh flying out of your lungs and through your parted lips. “If we do this - if we go down this road - how do we go back?”

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader Type: One-Shot; SMUT (18+ - MINORS DNI) Word Count: 3.1K Content: Best friends to lovers au; rain-soaked jk; fingering; oral sex (f receiving); p in v penetration; unprotected sex + creampie (wrap it before you tap it, homies); reader on top; religion reference, i guess? idk; a sprinkling of praise for zest. A/N: Surprise! This popped into my head while I was waiting for take-out, and now here it is! You can listen to the playlist here, and you can find the morning after drabble here.

You knew better. You both did.

The two of you held joint custody of a single brain cell, and your shared consciousness repeated over and over that this was a bad idea. That the weight of what you wanted would sit so heavily on your shoulders, you’d both drown. But that didn’t stop him from standing on your doorstep at two o’clock in the morning, and it didn’t stop you from answering the door before he’d had the chance to knock.

Without his headlights shining through the blinds you’d forgotten to close, you’d never have gotten out of bed. You couldn’t have known for sure that it was him turning down your street at this hour, but somehow, you felt it.

Maybe you’d manifested his car, willed it to roll to a stop in your driveway when it did. Or maybe that familiar hum of the engine was your siren song, beckoning you towards the rocks. Whatever it was, it had pulled you out of that liminal space between sleeping and waking, all the way to your front door.

And then, there you were – and there he was.

You hadn’t noticed it was raining until he was dripping onto the hardwood in your front hallway. His hair clung to his forehead, and his damp skin glistened under the warm light overhead. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you. Neither of you could say for sure how he ended up there; but neither of you needed to guess why.

Still silent, you took his cold hand and led him through the living room. With his fingers intertwined with yours, a current of unspoken electricity hummed between your palms. When you took a left at the end of the hall, he was the first to step into your bedroom. He kept walking, too, unaware that you’d stalled out behind him.

You closed the door behind you, even though there was no one there but you, and you leaned against it. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you dragged the toe of one sock across the carpet before crossing one bare thigh over the other. His hungry gaze swallowed every little movement, even in the darkness.

“Jungkook,” His name was merely a sigh flying out of your lungs and through your parted lips. “If we do this - if we go down this road - how do we go back?”

As he crossed back to you, you wondered who put the world in slow-motion. There was an hour between each of his footfalls, and the distance seemed to double with every move he made in your direction. When he finally reached you, he pressed his palms against the door behind you, flush to the wood just above your head. You’d never been more aware of your heartbeat than you were in that moment.

Darkened eyes traveled down the expanse of your face before climbing back up to capture your gaze. He leaned in, close enough to kiss you, but paused. A millimeter away, the corner of his mouth twitched between a smile and a smirk. “Maybe we don’t.”

This was the closest he’d ever been to you, and the farthest apart you’d ever want to be again. The smell of him was intoxicating; you’d bet that it had caused your pupils to dilate, matching his.

Bergamot, nutmeg, cedar, and a hint of spearmint toothpaste.

Still, you were unsure. You couldn’t string a coherent thought together. It was all an anxious blur, and it ate at you. What if what if, what if? Incapable of diving into anything without discussing every conceivable outcome first, you opened your mouth to talk it all through. Nothing came out until his hand found the base of your throat.

He trailed the tips of his thumb and middle finger outwards, dancing delicately across your neck. A moan masquerading as an exhale defied you and filled the great divide between his mouth and yours.

Leaving his hand there, he tilted his head so that his mouth lingered under your jawline. Goosebumps erupted all over your body as his hot breath hit your sensitive skin. Without the door behind you to lean on, you would’ve dropped dead to your knees – but the body pressing into yours would never allow that to happen.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Though his words came in the form of a whisper, they struck you as a dare. One he must’ve known you'd never take him up on. “Tell me to go home, and I’ll leave.”

The sweltering heat building in your abdomen threatened to set you both on fire; it was starkly contrasted by the growing wetness between your clenched thighs. Your mind was dizzy underneath him, but you managed to say one word out loud.

Stay.

As soon as he heard it, his arms snaked around your waist and lifted you off the ground. You crossed your ankles behind his back and melted into his hold as he carried you to your bed. With the skill of someone who’d practiced this maneuver many times before, he brought one knee to the end of your mattress to keep his balance as his body followed yours down to the cool surface of your duvet.

You fit so perfectly beneath him, like it was the only place on Earth you were truly meant to be.

The only part of your body he hadn’t yet pinned down was your arms. But as soon as you lifted a hand to touch him – anywhere – his hand encircled your wrist and pushed it back against the pillow beside your head.

“It’s not your turn, doll,” He chided you without any real heat. Unconsciously, your lips curved downwards. “You have to be patient.”

Petulantly, you whined. “Could you at least kiss me?”

He raised an eyebrow expectantly but said nothing. He didn’t have to. The look in his eye gave you clear direction, and it didn't waver in the face of your pout.

“Please, Jungkook.”

Never in your life had you begged someone to kiss you. You couldn’t believe Jeon Jungkook - your lifelong friend - was the one to make you do it.

Once again, he leaned over your face, so tantalizingly close and still so unbearably far. “I will,” He promised in earnest, though all you felt on your lips was his breathing. “But I decide where.”

He didn’t stay to see the shocked look spread across your face. Instead, his gaze followed his hand as it traveled down from the collar of your shirt, between your breasts, and over your navel. His other hand joined when he reached your hips. Moving in tandem, they slipped past the fabric you anticipated he was heading for and glided right down to your inner thighs. Gently, his warm palms guided your knees apart.

When his lips pressed briefly and delicately at the material covering your clit, it sent shockwaves through your each and every nerve. Spellbound, you sighed. Mouth flush to your core, you could feel the vibration of his husky voice as he spoke. “Oh, angel,” He hummed before his tongue slipped out to tease you through the damp fabric, “You’re already so wet for me.”

His soft tone could’ve killed you, but the feeling of his fingers on the waistband of your underwear was the final nail in your coffin. The knuckles of his index fingers pressed lightly into your hip bones as they slid under, hooked over, and dragged. You raised your hips to allow him to slide the black cotton over the curve of your ass, and he did - so - agonizingly - slow.

Not soon enough, your underwear was discarded somewhere behind him. Neither of you saw or cared where they ended up.

“Fuck,” He growled as his ravenous eyes ate up the sight of you. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

He didn’t give you an opportunity to answer – you couldn’t, even if his question hadn’t been rhetorical – because his face was sinking back down between your legs. Your pulse was racing, and you could feel your heartbeat hammering deep within your ears. It stopped all together when his lips placed a kiss on your clit once more, this time without the interference of clothing.

His tongue slid out and circled slowly around the sensitive bud where his lips had just been. A shuddered gasp spilled out of you before you’d even felt it building in your chest. But he didn’t stay there for long, much to your chagrin. You whined in the absence of his tongue, stopping short when he pressed it flush against you, trailing up, up, up with just enough pressure to drive you mad.

This time, when you gathered enough strength to lift your arm and slip your fingers into his hair, he didn’t stop you. Instead, the slight tug of your desperate grasp seemed to encourage him. Emboldened, his lips surrounded your clit, suckling it, until it was released with a quiet, wet pop.

When the tip of his tongue moved down to tease at your entrance, a sheen of sweat erupted on your forehead. Your eyes screwed shut as you pressed your head back hard against the pillows. You wanted so badly for that tongue to penetrate you, and you ached when it moved back to your clit – that is, until you realized that he was merely switching mediums.

His lips and tongue continued their assault while one long finger glided slowly inside of you. Your grip on his hair tightened while your grip on reality loosened. That blessed finger curled until its tip found the spongey spot behind your pubic bone.

“Oh shit,” Your low moan vibrated in each of your bones. You were so distracted by the way he massaged your g-spot, you didn’t anticipate the second finger being added to aid in the effort. He scissored them inside of you, earning a sharp hiss through your teeth. The pressure of his presence against your internal walls put you into a trance.

He pulled his mouth away so he could look up at you from under heavy lids. “You’re so warm, angel,” His husky voice received a mewl in response. “So tight, too. Can’t even imagine how good you’ll feel when you come all over my fingers.” Another moan pushed out of you as he curled his fingers once more.

With his two fingers pressing further into your g-spot as they pistoned in and out of you, you could hear how wet he’d made you. The sound of your slick, underscored by your breathy moans, reverberated in your otherwise silent bedroom. Your body threatened to give out on you entirely, but you summoned the strength to arch your back as the tightness in your core became unbearable.

“I want you to look me in the eyes when you come,” he said, prompting you to stare up at him through fluttering lashes. “Good girl.”

His praise pulled the thread that led to your unraveling. You made a mess of his fingers as you orgasmed around them, hips bucking upwards into his hand. They lingered inside of you as you came down, riding out the aftershocks that caused your walls to twitch. Gasping and spent, you collapsed back against the mattress.

For the first time since he arrived, the lips that always seemed to hover over yours finally indulged you. You sighed into the kiss and felt yourself returning from the orbit you’d been shot into. When you pulled apart, he placed another kiss at your temple.

“I saw God for a second there,” You laughed, out of breath. “He says ‘hello,’ by the way.”

He smirked as he bumped the tip of his nose against yours. “Watching you come like that was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a religious experience.”

He tilted his head and brought his mouth to your ear lobe, licking it playfully before closing in with his teeth. The surprising sensation brought you back from the dead just in time for his words to knock you prone again. “And I’m not even finished with you yet.”

Jungkook sat back onto his knees and tugged at the hem of your too-big t-shirt. When you made no moves to remove it, he frowned down at you. Raising your eyebrow, you copied the expression he routinely directed at you. “You first,” You dared him.

He rolled his eyes at your attitude, but did as you instructed. He tossed his shirt back into whatever void your underwear had fallen into.

In all the years you’d been friends, you’d somehow never seen Jungkook without a shirt on. For some primal reason outside your comprehension, the sight of his strong shoulders curving into his comparatively narrow waist started a riot among the butterflies in your stomach. You bit down on your bottom lip and sat up underneath him.

As you traced the lines of his abdominal muscles with your fingertips, his slipped beneath the hem of your shirt and began to slide it up and off.

“Goddamn,” He groaned after he finished unwrapping you like a present. He ducked his head down as if he was bowing in reverence. His large, warm hands enveloped your breasts easily like they’d been specifically engineered for this purpose.

When he removed them to unbuckle his belt, they were replaced by wet kisses across the pale expanse of your chest. As he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, the faintest hint of teeth grazed your nipple, prompting yet another gasp from deep inside you.

The way his mouth felt on your electrified skin caused your eyelids to flutter shut. Tragically, you didn’t get to see the way his cock sprung from beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs before he discarded them entirely. You did see the bead of pre-cum rolling down his head, as well as the wicked glint in his eyes.

“Switch places with me,” He directed you, wrapping his hands around your wrist and helping you up.

You did as he said, and soon, you were perched above him with your knees on either side of him. Though there remained an unfortunate distance between his head and your slit, you were nearly dripping with want. You locked eyes and time crashed to a halt.

His hand pumped at his length without breaking eye contact. “Bring yourself down slowly.”

You lined yourself up, placed one hand on his cock, and teased the tip of it against your entrance. Briefly, his eyes rolled backwards at the feeling of your slick against him. The beginnings of a moan were foreshadowed on his face, though he didn’t make a sound until he entered you.

Suddenly, it made sense why he’d ordered you to take it slow – the width of his cock required considerable acclimation on your part. For a moment, you struggled to catch your breath, but the more you pressed yourself onto him, the more accommodating you became. Soon enough, you’d taken all of him; the lips of your cunt were flush against his pelvis.

“Such a good girl.” His hand reached up, and his thumb swept lightly across your bottom lip. To his surprise, you opened your mouth and closed it around his finger. You felt his cock twitch in response to the wet heat of your tongue. He stared intently, unblinking, as you hollowed out your cheeks; and he let loose with a soft groan when you slowly released him from your trap. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You circled your hips slowly, feeling the veins of his cock as they brushed against your walls. His jaw slackened, causing you to grin mischievously down at him. “I might have a clue,” You teased.

The hands spread across your thigh tensed in reply. His eager fingertips would undoubtedly leave a smattering of tiny bruises across your skin by sunrise, but you didn’t mind. You wanted him to leave a trace so neither of you could deny where he’d been. A breadcrumb trail to lead you back to him once the moonlight disappeared and the moment passed.

When you lifted yourself only to drop back down, you both exhaled curses. Again and again, you savored every inch of him. As you fucked yourself on his cock, his hands slid up your thighs, over your abdomen, and back to your breasts. The friction of his rough palms against the soft skin of your areolas was only rivaled by that between your thighs.

“You’re fucking beautiful, bouncing on my cock like that,” He groaned before his tongue darted out over his lips, “And - shit - those tits.”

Based on the glistening sweat on his collarbones and his tightly clenched jaw, you knew he was close – and judging by the way you’d begun to pant, so were you. When he needed more speed than your weakened knees could produce, his arms wrapped around you and pulled your naked chest against his. Pushing his heels into the mattress, he fucked upwards into you – hard – and oh god, the tip of him nearly kissed your cervix.

You mewled as he slammed into you, unable to do anything else as you teetered at the edge of the world. Your frenzied mouth met his, and you slipped your tongue inside not only to taste him – spearmint – but also to eliminate any cruel distance that had managed to survive this long.

You could’ve lived there forever, but the rubber band pulled tight in your core was on the verge of snapping. His pace never faltered as he pushed you relentlessly past the point of no return.

“Holy sh-shit, Jungkook!” You screamed, arching your back against his arms, shoulders slumping.

Your second orgasm was somehow – inconceivably - stronger than the first, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to screw shut. Every one of your muscles clocked out en masse, leaving your body a shaking, sweating mess on top of him.

The sight of you so completely fucked out depleted what remained of his endurance. His thrusts became sloppy and frantic as he chased after you. Wanting nothing more than to feel his hot release inside you, you brought your lips to his ear and begged him to fill you.

You watched his face as he came inside of you. His head tilted back while his eyes fluttered shut more delicately than yours had. His fingers pressed hard into the bare skin of your back, and when your name tumbled out of his mouth - over and over - it might’ve been the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

Once he’d emptied his cock into you, he stayed in that position with his eyes closed. Limp arms barely held up by the hands still holding your waist.

“Kook?” You kissed the pulse point in his neck to make sure he still had one. “You alive down there?”

“Mhmm,” He sighed through a lopsided grin. With his eyes still shut, his chuckle buzzed through his chest, into yours. “It’s kind of funny, you know? I spent years wondering what you’d be like – like this – and I still managed to underestimate you. Damn near scrambled my brains, doll.”

You reached up to his forehead and pushed the sweaty locks away from his eyes with one finger. Without any impediments to his vision, his eyes opened slowly and became fixed on you. For a moment, all he did was blink sleepily up at you with total, peaceful satisfaction written across his features.

His softening cock was still buried inside of you when the corners of his lips turned down. With a sigh, he said it and it killed you: ”You were right about our friendship not surviving this.”

“Seriously?” You scoffed, immediately landing a weak punch on his bicep with gritted teeth. “You couldn’t even pull out before singlehandedly terminating – “

He interrupted you with a kiss, and you saw stars.

“You told me to stay,” He mumbled with his lips still touching yours. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m staying.”

(12/30/22) A/N: Morning after drabble can be found here.

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baldurspeen69420 · 8 months

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I dont think Gortash is sexy personally BUT the man has incredible drip I cannot deny that

Those lil gold claw things on the one hand??? The slutty ass top with the chest hair out???? The middle-aged emo hair with the eyehsadow???

Dude has a fucking vibe and I respect it. Still going to murder him every playthrough for being a dick but damn homie needs a stint on Paris fashion week, I have to see what look he would bring to the Met Gala he fuckin gags

#bg3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #enver gortash #gortash #men what's stopping you from looking like him 24/7

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mavnagerie · 2 months

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monkey d luffy headcanons

* nsfw

minors dni | afab reader x luffy

- let’s just start off bold and beautiful here, this boy fucks. his stamina is so incredibly high that if you can wrangle him down on a late night? you’re done for.

- on the deck after everyone’s asleep while he’s on watch duty?? HELLO

“cmon princess, don’t be so loud, you don’t wanna be caught right?” he says as he’s literally murdering your pussy on one of the chairs robin usually spends her afternoons reading on

- he WILL fall asleep with his cock inside of you, he’s done it so many times and you just lay there against him, a little frustrated until you fall asleep too

- although he is goofy, he’s less silly and more teasing when in bed with you. although sometimes his hard demeanor slips and he’s falling on top of you, the two of you giggling

- the entire time yall had been separated (during the timeskip), not once did he find pleasure in another woman, just his fist. that night the entirety of the straw hats knew to leave yall both alone

“fuck princess.. fuck yess fuck…” he cursed, whining loudly as his cock pushed into your tight , wet pussy. he whined and whimpered until he was fully inside, almost cumming instantly.

- luffy doesn’t usually whine and moan but when he is needy BOYY is he loud.

- there’s no sub or dom in the relationship just vibes. no but seriously, the two of you are so switch or vanilla or FREAKY that you just work. he can match your energy almost instantly if he isn’t too needy himself

- pet name princess because what’s a king without his…

“luffy, it’s a king and a queen, not a king and a princess” you bark at him. “no it’s not, princess” he giggles

- zoro joins in once n a while. gotta share with the homies yknow.

- in all reality luffy loves watching him fuck you, usually watching him while luffy fucks your throat.

- luffy LOVES cumming inside, he loves when you tell him to breed you, he loves watching his cum drip out of you and he loves the way his balls slap against your skin as he fucks you.

- tldr: luffy is a freak in bed and will fuck you like he actually has nothing else to live for, thank you

authors note: requests are open

#monkey d. luffy #one piece luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy smut #luffy smut #one piece smut #one piece oneshots #one piece imagine #monkey d luffy imagine #mavnagerie’s fic #mavnags

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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ok this is gonna make me sound like such a freak but how about the cod boys getting fucked while being interrogated?

Multiple COD dudes

Headcanons

You got it homie 👍

Since theres multiple characters here they arent super long, but I hope yall like it anyways.

I believe in submissive Ghost supremacy, I said what I said 💂

John Price

- Now Price I think is a difficult one to crack no matter what kind of interrogation you use. Even sex.

- Hed probably just lean back as you ride him, head tilted and maybe talking dirty. It ends up with you being the one who gets weak in the knees and disorientated.

- Price is a skilled man, he would use it as a way to get himself free. He would make sure you’ve cum so hard you can’t think straight and then he would somehow free himself and turn it on you.

- If he was enjoying himself and had time, hed fuck you against a wall or on the floor, maybe even wring a couple more orgasms out of you.

- You end up being the one tied to the chair he had been sitting in, and depending on who you are and what group your from. He might be nice enough to pull your pants up so you aren’t dripping cum all over the seat for your teammates to find.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Gaz didn’t know what to expect when he was pulled into interrogation after being captured by some enemy team. I have the feeling Gaz hasn’t really been interrogated like this before, so he would ne tense and expect the worst.

- He doesn’t give you the answers you want, but instead of cutting him open like other people would, you just pull his cock out of his pants, get on your knees and start sucking.

- Gaz would be confused but enjoy the blowjob quite a lot, letting his head fall back as you drive him just to the edge before pulling off.

- If you decide to ride or fuck him too, hed be a mess, moaning and panting, maybe even crying a little at not being allowed to cum no matter how many times you drive him close only to leave him aching.

- You repeat this process, edging him multiple times until he either breaks and tells you want you want, or he gets rescued somehow.

John “Soap” MacTavish

- Soap takes his job very seriously, so he would do his damn best not to bend under your special version of interrogation. But he’s a man in the military, so it’s probably been a while.

- He’s the kind of guy where you have to tie his thighs down onto the chair or he will start jerking his hips and fucking up into you hard enough to almost knock you both over.

- Soap loves to kiss, even if you’re an enemy just trying to get information out of him. All his training tells him to bite your tongue right off when you make out, but it just feels so good he can’t help it.

- Depending on how long you have him, you could probably make him break with a lot of overstimulation of edging. After you get your info you’d let him cum and he just goes limp in his chair, still all tied up.

- Poor Soap when the team comes to rescue him.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Ghost has been tortured many times in his life, so he expects this to be like every other time hes been taken for information. Hes almost insulted when only you walk in, as if someone like you could break Ghost.

- Simon is touch starved as fuck, to the point where it completely breaks down any mental preparation he has made when you start touching and caressing him all over as you ask questions.

- He keeps his mouth shut though, even as you push his hoodie and shirt up and pinch and twist his nipples or move so you can press your knee against his crotch.

- Call him a good boy and praise him and he becomes even more wobbly, his legs shaking and eyes teary as he tries his best to keep his mouth sealed.

- Just keep playing up the touching, kissing and praising and he might end up spilling the beans, especially as he gets close to cumming. Please praise him and pet him as he does, he needs it.

Alejandro Vargas

- It would take more than just sex to make Alejandro tell you secret information, I don’t think something like that would make him break.

- Hes likely to talk so dirty when you fuck, filthy words in English and Spanish spilling past his lips as he thrusts up into you. I think he can be so convincing during sex that he could even talk you into untying his hands, which he uses to flip the two of you over and fuck you so hard you can’t feel your legs.

- I could honestly see him somehow getting information out of you instead of you getting any from him, if there’s time. I think he can be a huge tease.

- If you aren’t that much of an enemy or threat, he would clean you up after and maybe even give you a bit of aftercare before leaving.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

- Everyone assumes Rudy would be easy to get information from using sex, but I think hes a lot tougher than people give him credit for.

- He stays quiet as good as he can as you go down on him, though he might let a few moans or gasps as you deepthroat him. Tries to keep his hips still as you ride or fuck him, still not spilling any info you might want.

- I honestly think he would be kinda into this, as I think Rudy is into being tied up or tying someone up.

- Even as you edge him or overstimulate him he wouldn’t break, he’s too loyal to his people to break just like that, so even if you have him sobbing and shaking he would keep strong and not tell you anything.

- Its gonna be hard to explain when the others come to rescue him.

König

- König is another person I think is so touch starved it hurts, and he gives the vibe of someone who hasn’t had the most experiences in the bedroom, especially with how his anxiety probably gets in the way.

- He would immediately jolt and gasp as you fondle his crotch, blushing brightly under the fabric of his mask, especially if you talk about how big he is.

- König is the type to stay completely still but he’s shaking all over as you jerk him off, the Austrian embarrassed at how you probably have to use both hands.

- He starts babbling in German as you fuck him, because he’s a lot bigger than you expected so its not like you can ride him. Now, you probably do get the information your after, but its in German, so if you don’t speak that well too bad.

- König definitely thinks back on this in the future and it always leaves him so flustered.

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

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I really liked your dating HCs 😃 wanted to know if you could do the jjk men flirting with a crush HCs? 🥰 just all the stuff they try to do to woo a person if interest 😍

Aww, I'm glad you like my dating HCs! Flirting goes hand in hand with dating as far as I'm concerned, so lets do this!

Now Presenting...

Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna

Kento Nanami

the quiet type

Nanami is so bad at flirting I'm being SO SERIOUS

He doesn't really have the time or energy for it, so it's a struggle for him to flirt.

All I can think about when I think about Nanami flirting is this clip.

I feel like he treats it as a business transaction because that's just what he knows and is familiar with

When he's not being extremely business savvy, he's trying to get to know you as a person.

If you're going to make a relationship work, you have to know that person. So he's asking you about your hobbies, your childhood, your opinions, ect.

Now, I know what you're thinking Dear Reader. "Isn't that just what friends do?"

Yes.

I told you, he's bad at this.

Honestly, you probably wouldn't have any idea he was interested in you romantically until he hits you with that, "I've had feelings for you for a while now, would you like to go out on a date with me?"

BLINDSIDED.

But, honestly? Considering all the Information he's gathered about you it's going to be one of the best dates of your life

After that, his flirting does shaft. It turns more into him sending you “Good morning 💛” texts and checking in on you throughout the day.

Also he cooks for you.

He flirts by learning your favorite dishes and learning how to cook them perfectly.

As far as he’s concerned, cooking for someone is the oldest expression of love and care, and he’s a sucker for cute traditions.

He also starts to recommend media based on things you like. He’s flexing that he knows your taste

Ultimately Nanami flirts by showing that he knows you well, which is weird to say lol.

Suguru Geto

Prince Charming

Charismatic as fuck.

Out of all of these men he's the best at flirting.

Suguru is very manipulative, and that translates Into him being phenomenal at flirting, because he can manipulate your emotions.

I'd give an example but I can't cause he's better at flirting than I am by a mile

I think it's very subtle at first. Almost like him planting the thought of you liking him into your brain.

And once that seed has grown into a full on tree, his flirting becomes more overt, so you know he likes you and you like him

He definitely pebbles.

Giving you wildflowers he picked while the two of you were walking, giving you used books he annotated for you, sending you memes that made him think of you.

Do not be fooled reader, this man is Baby's First Manipulator and this is the start of love bombing.

He writes poetry for you. The type of poetry that when you first read it, it makes you all giggly and love sick, but when you read it after the breakup you realize it was all just pretentious garbage.

SONG RECS.

Geto flirts by giving you song recommendations, sending you music that reminds him of you, videos of live performances he thinks you’d like, and the like.

Music genuinely forms the way this man interacts with the world, so when he starts sending you love songs that should honestly be the first hint that he’s into you.

He sends his homies over to go and hype him up to you, that's the vibe

The moment you say you’re cold he's covering you in his jacket.

“Where's my hug?”

Ok, no to the last point but also yes kinda.

I swear I physically CANNOT bring myself to be nice to Suguru

Satoru Gojo

the goofball

“Like my shirt? It’s made of boyfriend material.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

“Did it hurt when you fell? Cause you're the only Ten I See…wait, I think I fucked that one up.”

Gojo is CHEESY I TELL YOU. MAN IS DRIPPING IN CRINGE, DO YOU HEAR ME?!

But, it’s almost charming just how earnest he is in trying to woo you.

He sends you those couple memes like “this could be us but you playin’” paired with a picture of minecraft diamond armor Halloween costumes

He takes you to watch slasher movies so you get scared and cling to him, but ends up getting spooked and clinging to you.

When he looks at you you just see his eyes glittering with adoration

When he looks at you he just sees you through the Shojo vision filter

He always looks for a reason to touch you. Brushing your hair behind your ears, his knees brushing yours when you sit next to each other, anything. As long as you’re comfortable with it of course.

He slips notes into your pocket with other cheesy pick up lines or cute little doodles.

It starts with him just jokingly flirting to hide his real emotions, but it only makes his heart burn brighter for you.

You noticed it, when slowly it turns from him laughing after a cheesy pick up line to him nervously chuckling and trying to hide his blush.

He can’t look at you without smiling, at least just a little bit.

His heart gets fluttery and he starts to get a little more stuttery.

He decides that just flirting and leaving the chance of a relationship just hanging over you, indefinite and fuzzy, hurts WAY MORE than any possible rejection could hurt

He slips a note into your pocket that's like “Wanna go on a date with me? For real this time! Yes No”

Gojo’s flirting just shows his inexperience with romance and seduction tactics, but it’s almost charming in that way

Ryomen Sukuna

The Monster

This man is Radioactive besties, idk how to tell you want nothing he’s peddling.

He doesn't even flirt.

His flirting is telling you you belong to him and slaughtering anyone who dares to disagree.

He flirts by being nice to you homie.

Actually, no, scratch that. He flirts by not being actively hostile.

His tsundere ass would literally kidnap you, force you to spend as much time with him as inhumanly possible, and still be like “I don't understand why you think i like you.”

Basic kindness is his flirting. Like, honestly I don’t know to go about his section of this because he just doesn’t flirt LMAO

Him flirting is him just like, staring at you like a weirdo and just expecting you to know what that means

Him flirting is calling you woman instead of wench

On the real though, flirting is mostly seen in him being over protective of you.

Like, god help any other person that talks to you where he can see it.

He’s going to choke slam them.

He picks on other people than immediately looks at you for approval because he thinks that sharing violence is flirting.

Honestly, that’s how he flirts. He goes out of his way to try and gain your approval.

He’s like a cat that brings you a dead bird, only the dead bird was another possible suitor.

Except he doesn’t know how to be a decent human being so it’s just him doing the most unhinged and horrific shit then looking at you like “I do good?”

No Ryomen, you don’t do good.

And yet, you’ve won my heart anyway. What a bother.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #satoru gojo #kento nanami #suguru geto #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #nanami x reader #suguru x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo headcannons #nanami headcanons #sukuna headcanons #suguru headcanons #geto headcanons #jjk headcanons

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truebluehue · 9 months

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Jake sully trying to convince you to have another baby 🥵🥵🥵

he'd be like "Just one more, wanna see you all round again..." "Wanna have lots of babies with you~" "Don't ya want another baby?...All wrapped up on ya chest?..."

Do what you want with this, mwahahahahaha!

CLUTCHING MY TITS HOMIE!!!

Ok but listen, walk with me here. I got you.

Warning! SMUT so 18+!! FemNavi! reader.

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You didn't hear Jake speak at first. Between the sounds of your skin slapping against his, your deep panting as he tried to drag "just one more" orgasm out of you, and the undeniable squishing sound from the vigorous way he pounds into you from behind. It was hard to focus as he drags in and out of you. Suddenly he pulls your head back, causing you to brace your hand on the dense forest floor.

"Don't ya want another baby?" Jake pants out. "Just one more, wanna see you all round again."

Your only answer was a loud groan. If anyone walks by it would be loud and clear what was happening. Jake pulls out and flips you over, rubbing your clit as he pushes back in. You look into his eyes as he picks up the pace, back arching to get closer.

"Please." You beg, release close. "Jake!"

Jake slows, placing both hands on your hips. "C'mon yawne," he takes a second to look at how your slick clings and drips around him. "Don't cha want to be full again? Have a baby all wrapped up on ya chest?"

"YES! Just please Jake, faster." You pant out.

Jake begins hammering into you, letting out a groan.

"We won't stop till we know it takes." He says through clenched teeth as he uses your hips as leverage.

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Imma be real. This was my first ever smut so its small. I hope you enjoy!!

#jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar #avatar james cameron #avatar 2022 #avatar 2009 #avatar 2009 x reader #atwow x y/n #avatar jake #avatar imagine #avatar smut #avatar x reader #avatar x you #james cameron avatar

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knickknacksandallthat · 5 months

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I was watching hockey the other day and the announcers were talking about how on the penguins, there are three player who are setting the record for the longest tenure as teammates. they've been playing together for 18 years, i'm sure you can see where my brain went

Anon, yessss!! Omg I can literally just see the interview now:

(Jean, Jeremy, and Kevin sitting in a room with an interviewer)

INTERVIEWER: Well, thanks for sitting down with me, guys! And listen, a few of us were just talking about this - the three of you have been together on the same team for around 10 years now, right?

JEREMY: *smiling* Yep!

JEAN: If you say so.

INTERVIEWER: Wow, that's quite the tenure! Did you know, in fact, that you three are close to setting a record within the league?

KEVIN: What record?

INTERVIEWER: Most consecutive years together on a team.

JEAN: *raises eyebrow* they have records for this?

KEVIN: Who currently holds it?

INTERVIEWER: uh...well I think it's technically Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard with the Dragons.

JEREMY: Awww, good for them!

JEAN: *snorts*

INTERVIEWER: *clears throat* well, in any case, uh...that's quite the achievement, you know? Tell us - what's your secret? What's the magic between you three?

JEREMY: *still smiling* hmm, I wonder.

KEVIN: Practice, hard work, and experience.

INTERVIEWER: Well, I'm sure the time you train together accounts for a lot, but...there's nothing...else you'd say helps?

JEAN: Like?

INTERVIEWER: Um, like...well, you know...like friendship?

JEAN: *blinking* Friendship.

INTERVIEWER: Yeah, man...I mean, after all this time, I would think the three of you have grown so close that you'd be more like bros, you know?

JEAN: *frowning now* Bros.

JEREMY: *biting lip silently against grin* Ohhhh, right. Got it. Yeah man, for sure. Bros.

INTERVIEWER: Exactly! Homies, man.

KEVIN: *tone dripping with derision* Homies.

INTERVIEWER: Three dudes with the most sacred of all bonds - sports.

JEREMY: *now shaking with repressed laughter* Oh, for sure, my dude. Homies. Brotherly bonding. Soooooo hetero. The most.

(Kevin turns to scowl at Jeremy.)

INTERVIEWER: You know, it actually kind of surprised many of us that you didn't end up on a team with Neil and Andrew, Kevin. If anyone, those two are who many of us would have thought you'd be setting this record with.

JEREMY: Oh my god. *doubles over laughing*

JEAN: *smirking* Yes, tell us, Kevin. Why aren't you on a team with Neil and Andrew? Accomplishing this sacred connection of brotherly bonding?

KEVIN: *pinches bridge of nose with fingers before sighing* Let's just say being on the same team with them at the Olympics is more than enough.

KEVIN: *grumbles under breath* The damn pair of menaces.

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INTERVIEWER: Josten and Minyard, we were just out talking to your rivals on the West Coast last week - Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau, and your former PSU teammate, Kevin Day, from the Warriors.

*Both stare silently at him*

INTERVIEWER: *coughs* Right, so, we were just saying how that trio is coming up on your record for teammates with the most time spent together on one team.

NEIL: And? What's your point?

INTERVIEWER: *loosens tie* oh, well, there was a little curiosity, I guess, around why Kevin chose that team instead of coming to play for the Dragons - with the two of you, I mean, his former teammates. Um...do you know why that is?

NEIL: Because Andrew would probably stab him.

INTERVIEWER: I...what?

NEIL: *waving hand back and forth* Yeah, I'd probably give it two weeks at most.

INTERVIEWER: ...

NEIL: See, Kevin would whine and nag, and Andrew would get pissed but he promised Wymack he wouldn't, no matter how much Kevin annoys him. So...yeah. It's probably better that they both stay on opposite ends of the country.

INTERVIEWER: ...

ANDREW: *pulling lollipop out of mouth* Never let a sad, forty-something year old man convince you to promise shit.

#anon this was brilliant #I had so much fun with this #thanks for letting me run with it #kerejean #kevin day #jeremy knox #jean moreau #neil josten #andrew minyard #AND THEY WERE TEAMMATES #lolz #all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #fic asks #lovely people #thanks for ask anon!

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Levi NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He lays there, you leaned against his chest. Plays with your hair or you play with his. Talk about video games and then go for a bath

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hair and horns. He just thinks they look cool. You, he can’t get enough of every single part of you, he feels lucky you even notice him. But if he had to pick I feel like he’s a neck guy. He just loves looking at your neck and collarbones and imagining marking them up with love bites

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I THINK HIS CUM HAS GLITTER, yes you heard me glitter. I think it has a blue iridescent shine to it. Which makes it look really pretty when it drips out of your hole

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hentai? Not after he met you. Definitely jerks off to you and your pictures you post on social media. I don’t think he even likes hentai that much anymore because he can probably only get off to you. We all know he’s a big fat pervert so maybe he takes sneaky pics of up your skirt or you changing, for scientific reasons.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s SOOOOO difficult. Idk if he’s a virgin, but homie is definitely lacking experience. He’s like hella old tho. So he probably isn’t a virgin. But again, still lacking a ton of experience

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You riding but he moves your hips. He has a control issue and he always needs to be in some kind of control. Also doggy. He loves doggy. He will destroy your organs with his cocks in doggy

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s so serious that it’s comical, like if you so much as smile in a goofy way he gets so insecure and insulted

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Blue pubes. And idk man. He might be waxed…..

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not great at intimacy but he enjoys it and loves the feeling of you being there emotionally as well as physically

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He takes your panties and sniffs them to get off. He wraps them around his painful erections and strokes himself up and down pretending you’re there with him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes being degraded. But he still doms, but he also does some degrading back at you. “I can’t believe you’re letting someone like me fuck you” and “you must be a real easy slut if a gross shut in can get in your pants”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed and his bean bag. The tub is a little bit inconvenient

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Jealouslyyyy, is like the biggest one. If u even laugh at mammon he wants to claim you. He’s can’t stand it when you talk to others. Especially lord diavolo. He’s just so perfect and him and Levi are so different

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not hurting you, light hair pulling but he cannot bring himself to even lay a finger on you in a violent manner, he refuses. Even if you beg for it, nope. He’s just too infatuated with you to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He has that snake tongue man, he’s a god at oral. Like better than he is at video games. When you go down on him tho, he takes a while to get comfy. He might cover his face the first few times, but after he knows you aren’t gonna judge him, he’s all cool with being loud and taking his hand away from his face

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. He most definitely enjoys just having you sit on him and cock warm him, but if you talked with mammon too much that day, or didn’t respond to his text quick enough he will find you. And when he does he’s pumping in and out of you so fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Eh. He feels indifferent to them. He would prefer to take him sweet ass time, but hey he’s not gonna stop u

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jealousy. He will make sure you’re extra loud when he pounds you in his room but he’s not to fond of doing it outside of his or your room. He doesn’t like the risk of someone else seeing you like that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sadly I think he has the second lowest stamina out of his brothers (after belphie ofc) and that’s not always a bad thing. He’s still a demon and still has a ton of stamina compared to you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A fleshlight. He he got one that has your skin tone and everything. He’ll use them during fun time. But u have to bring the extra things. He’ll let you do whatever you want. Or if u want him to do anything to you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Horribly inpatient. Not a tease at all. Not slick enough and not enough skill with the ladies. He might try sometimes but he’ll just get embarrassed immediately. Then u need to tend to his wounds

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s the one person louder than mammon. Literally whimpers, moans, yells. The whole nine yards. Even if he’s dominant. He still whimpers and moans like he’s the one getting his insides rearranged

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Idkkkk I know SUB LEVI is a big thing but I think he’s just a shy soft dom, maybe he’ll want you to dom him and degrade him sometimes but he stays in charge for 90% of what happens. Ahem I also am a firm believer in panty stealer levi

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

TWO DICKS. You heard me, two. I think the lower one is 8.5 and the top one is 9.5 roughly. And in his demon form the tip becomes a dark blue

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s so ducking horny, you breathe, he’s hard. You bend over, he’s hard. You say his name in a sweet tone, he’s hard for hours. He’s a total perv. He’s just a shy little perv.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not fast. You’re long asleep before he even does. He’s probably playing on his Nintendo switch lol

#obey me smut #obey me #obey me lemon #levi x reader #obey me levi #om! leviathan #leviathan smut #leviathan #smut with no plot

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her.

starring: ryan destiny as juno, method man as himself

set in the memorable summer of ‘95 in Atlanta.

warning: detailed smut warning , use of profanity and drugs, very long scene ahead

Sweat beads drips amongst his caramel coated skin as he tosses a close by dry towel on top of his slightly nappy braids. Exhaustion yet adrenaline pouring over his 6 foot 3 frame, returning backstage. Mef had just finished a show and more than ready to return to his hotel room, hearing the bed calling—screaming his name. Although the crowd still going wild knocked the calling out of the park by a long shot.

“Yo! We killed that shit!” His friend and fellow artist, Redman, shouts while breathing intensely before the two would dap one another up.

Not only did Mef perform but a few artists performed beside him as well. Wu-Tang Clan members joined to perform a couple tracks together. Redman wasn’t exactly scheduled to perform though Mef decided to bring him out anyway. As a result, the fans loved it.

Mef was sweating bullets, breathing as heavy as ever, and physically tired. He desired to give his fans a great show— no fuck ‘great’ — he wanted his set to be amazing. Mef crowd surfed, brought out his group members and Redman whom was making a ton of noise on the streets, gave the audience his 110 percent of energy… now he needed to chill.

“Tryna hit up a club?” Redman’s inquiry earns a chuckle from the rapper as he takes a hit of the blunt he’s passed. “Nigga, I ain’t tryna hit nothin’.” Seriousness within his raspy, deep tone while observing his crowded surroundings with a head shake. Backstage was heavily crowded tonight.

“Shit…” The fellow rapper kisses his teeth, the two walking alongside each other. “I don’t know ‘bout you but I’m definitely tryna hit something before I leave tomorrow morning. I saw some fly ass bitches in the crowd.” He caught himself staring at a plethora of women passing by. Atlanta was filled with beautiful women. Not only were they gorgeous but their bodies were out of this world.

Maybe it was the Southern meals. However, whatever, they were stacked. Ranging from big to small, nonetheless, the women were captivating.

The women flocked at Mef’s every direction. It was no secret that he’s a chick magnet. Women loved him and he loved them too. Though he’s surrounded by a fish of captivating beauties with perfect bodies. The only chick on his mind is his current on and off girlfriend, Tamika. No matter how many women threw themselves at him, she’s all he ever thinks about often.

His love life was no-one’s business so therefore he hardly ever spoke about her publicly. She isn’t involved in his lifestyle, doesn’t want a damn thing to do with it. Currently, they’re having issues and not exactly on speaking terms at the moment. But as far as he’s concerned that’s still his.

Self-medicating himself with drugs and alcohol kept him afloat as he did his shows, although it didn’t help much. He didn’t really want to express his girl problems to his homies because their issues were absolutely none of their business. But he knows bottling his emotions weren’t healthy.

Between the pressure of maintaining his booming rap career and remaining in a committed relationship, it was growing a bit overwhelming. He has a lot of pent up frustration built that he possesses no clue of what to do with it so until then… he would continue to self-medicate.

After turning down yet another girl, an unopened bottle of Cristal found its way into his masculine large right hand— the moment it’s open he engulfs the alcoholic beverage as he welcomed himself near a table which was seated backstage.

“Damn, you good?” A sultry feminine southern accent meets his eardrums though he continues to drink not ready to meet eyes with the random voice just yet. “The only time a person drinks like that is when they going through somethin’.”

Suddenly, he drops the bottle from his lips and averts his low gaze into the woman’s direction before being immediately taken off guard by her beauty; Her skin coated a beautiful clear shade of brown. Dark irises shaped like an almond, similar to a siren. Her round face fit her perfectly as well as the short pixie cut she’s sporting.

The woman’s lips began moving though he wasn’t exactly paying attention to what was exiting them. He just knew the pair appeared very plump and juicy, adorned by red lipstick with a little gloss coat. It wasn’t long before he snaps out of his daze, catching, “The name’s Juno. I noticed you over here by yourself and decided to bless you with my company.” Redman had left awhile ago to tend to his needs for the night.

She wasn’t nervous, afraid, nor inappropriate. Her almond shaped eyes peered into his as she spoke clear enough for him to hear.

Confidence. He loved that shit.

A friendly grin forms across his lips, sneaking a quick glance of her outfit. Which happened to be a lace choker surrounding her neck, a crop top showcasing her belly button ring, a pair of short denim shorts as well as a pair of Air Max ‘95’s. She had a few tattoos too.

“I’m straight. ‘Preciate you for your concern.” Not to be cocky but he didn’t really feel the need to introduce himself if she came out to his show.

“If you don’t mind me asking… how you get back here?”

Chuckling to herself, “Backstage pass.” She motions to the pass in her hand and he nods, lifting the bottle near his lips. This time his eyes closely but slowly eyeing her frame. He definitely liked what he saw. “I don’t mean to talk your ear off but I really enjoyed your show tonight. You did your thing especially with your album.”

“Preciate it, shorty. What’s your favorite joint on the album?” More than likely, he was expecting it be the All I Need Remix with Mary J. Blige. The track was a huge success.

“Tical. That’s my shit.” Genuine smiles etched across both of their lips, finding themselves staring at each other.

“You smoke?” His inquiry earns a playful scoff, giving him a look, “Nigga, I’m the blazing queen. I bet my rolling skills better than yours.”

“Yo, what? Hell nah…” Mef laughs aloud, “You know what? We just might have to see ‘cause that ain’t possible. What you finna get into?”

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A limousine ride and several drinks later, the two arrived to the Four Seasons. Mef would be residing there for the night. Underneath his long eyelashes, his squinted dark irises analyzes the rolled blunt closely. As much as he wanted to find a flaw… he couldn’t. Damn. He thought to himself, slightly impressed.

“Shit, you cool with me.” He places the perfectly rolled blunt between his lips, throwing his hands up in defense. “Told you.” The woman sticks out her tongue teasingly, grabbing her lighter out of her purse and sparking up the blunt for him.

Juno watches as the smoke blows smoothly between his lips, his gaze low and slightly dead. The side of his canvas showcasing red lipstick stains due to her kissing on the cheek multiple times during the limo ride. She couldn’t help but to run her hair over his nappy cornrows, a slight grin etched upon her mouth as the smell of marijuana engulfed the spacious hotel room.

Her exposed left leg rests on top of his thigh while he caresses her soft skin gently. The pair sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the peacefulness of the atmosphere and one another’s company.

“You should let me rebraid your hair.”

“Unh, unh, I’m tender headed, shorty.” He passes the blunt to the young woman, eyeing her once more. “You can massage my head though.” Neither of the two broke eye contact as she took a hit, exhaling slowly, blowing out o’s.

“Which head?” She quizzes boldly and Mef immediately catches on to her sexual innuendo.

“Which ever you feel comfortable with.” Mef’s low intense gaze immediately makes her nervous so she glances away, very intoxicated though shocked herself that she’s in Method Man’s hotel room with Method Man.

Juno loved the fact that he didn’t push himself on her or made any sexual advances. She’d heard a lot of rumors about rappers but Mef doesn’t appear to be that way. He was chill, nonchalant, hilarious and quite charismatic. And to mention… very fine. She always believed he was handsome from the moment she laid eyes on him upon seeing a photograph of him in the Source Magazine.

His roughneck look fit him perfectly. Now that she’s up close and personal, she could definitely see why the women went crazy. He was a pretty boy with a raspy, deep New York accent that could make you melt.

The moment Juno breaks their eye contact to avert her gaze downward, he finds himself looking away as well. Silence falling between the pair. Tamika’s face racing through his brain yet again. It was an ongoing thing the entire night though he’s in the company of a striking beauty.

“You hungry?” Her inquiry began to remind him, he’s starving. Not only that but he had the munchies. Of course, he’s hungry. He hadn’t ate much after the show and that was hours ago. Now it’s peeking on two in the morning. “Yeah, room service doesn’t sound too bad, huh?”

“Yeah, no…” She stops him from reaching for the phone with a laugh. “I know a place way better.” His eyeballs fell upon her plump backside as she crawls across the bed, sitting on her knees while the satisfying sound of her mid-length French tip acrylics meets the dialing pad. Her vanilla scent danced in and out of his nostrils the entire night, though, he couldn’t lie; a woman with good hygiene turns him on.

Mef finds himself traveling from the edge of the bed to plop his head on a nearby pillow, continuing to smoke the blunt Juno rolled moments before. Feeling a dip on the bed as she places their order, she turns to see him lying on his back comfortably. More importantly, in the bed wearing shoes.

Raising a brow at the sight, the call ended and the young woman sends a light smack to his bottom leg. “Boy, if you don’t take them damn shoes off.” Laying closely beside his being, snatching the blunt from between his lips and planting between hers instead.

He kisses his teeth playfully, “This my fuckin’ bed but since you told me to take my shoes off, I will.” The rapper sits up to do as told. “Happy?”

“You had a show tonight too so don’t take this wrong… you should freshen up— I’m not saying that you stink ‘cause you don’t. I’m just saying.” She shrugs, blowing the smoke through her nostrils.

The slight annoyance of her demands quickly subsided due to her looks.

“Coming in my hotel room and telling me what to do… you lucky you fine.” He speaks truthfully with a head shake, heading for the bathroom for a much needed shower.

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“Taste this.” She scoops a good amount of sweet potato pie onto the plastic spoon, bringing it to Mef’s lips. He hums as the sweetness enters his taste buds. “Good ain’t it?” A wide grin falls upon her captivating face as he sends her a nod as a response.

Awhile after Mef’s shower, their food arrived. It was a nearby Soul Food restaurant. The food was delicious and he couldn’t deny it. The next time he would come to the A, he would definitely be eating there again.

“I got a question.”

Putting their plastic containers to the side, she retorts, “Ask away.”

“You ain’t got a man?” A chuckle passes her lips at the question. “As good as you look I know some nigga wanna lock you down or got you locked down.”

His statement made her mentally scoff. “If a nigga had me locked down, I wouldn’t be in this hotel room with you.” Her love life isn’t a topic she’s too enthralled in discussing. She didn’t completely answer the question because she doesn’t feel obligated to.

“Word.” He nods.

“You got a girl?” Almost in an instant, he stops nodding but tries to play it off. Juno is really good at reading body language so she knew instantly. “You love her?” Mef doesn’t bother to meet eye contact, telling the young woman everything she needs to know.

Silence falls amongst the pair until the rapper breaks it, “…just some issues going on right now.” He doesn’t want to talk about it. Juno could hear it in his tone.

“We don’t gotta talk about it. I ain’t tryna pressure you.”

There was sudden mood shift. Both of them could feel it. Juno instantly regretted asking the question because it seemed as if he was still in his feelings over the woman.

“If that’s a dealbreaker for you then… you can leave if you want. I’ll be aight. I enjoyed your company.” With a sigh, he stands to his feet and prepares to walk off to another direction of the hotel room.

Silently, the young woman mentally contemplated whether to leave or not. He had a whole woman at home which whom he’s in love with. Sure, they were having their problems, but what relationship didn’t? She just knew that if she was in the other woman’s shoes, she would be crushed to find out her man is in a hotel room with an another woman being fed.

Though, if she would leave then Mef would still be upset, drinking away his sorrows like how she saw him prior. Deep inside, something made her want to help him feel better. She wasn’t sure how it felt to date him and doesn’t want to know. She couldn’t make him forget about her.

But just for the night, she wanted to make him feel something. She wanted to make him feel good.

She doesn’t owe his girlfriend or whatever she is to him any absolute loyalty. Juno had one of her man crushes in the same room as her so she’s going to take her chance.

Standing to her feet, Juno struts behind his chair, her hips swaying side to side seductively. Mef feels a presence behind him but stays put, thinking nothing of it. Her dainty hands meets the top of both of his shoulders, caressing the pair softly before sliding them along his clothed chest and between his legs.

His attire consisted of a plain baggy white beater and a pair of basketball shorts. Juno didn’t understand why he didn’t settle with the hotel bathrobe because it would’ve been easier access.

Removing her touch, her smooth glowing legs leads her in front of his frame. Mef’s legs were stretched wide, his arms resting on the arms of the chair while his low seductive gaze peered upward in her direction before traveling downward with her sudden movements. Juno was on her knees, pulling his shorts to his ankles to reveal what she’d been aching to lay eyes on for so long.

Mef remained silent, observing her actions closely. It was crystal clear what she wanted and he was going to give it to her.

It was exactly what she imagined. Long, thick, veiny, very well-endowed. He was ecstatic to see her just as much as she was. Without a hesitation, Juno devours him into her mouth and the minute she does, his head tosses backward with a low groan.

His groans would transition into small moans and the moans eventually grew louder. Juno was ravishing him like he was her last meal. Sucking, licking, finding herself kissing it as if it was a trophy. Her right hand wrapped around his phallus, stroking him to perfection. The other down her shorts, playing with herself.

The strapless crop top slid below her perky breasts, revealing the pair due to her hard work. Mef averts his attention onto the beauty giving him the best head he’s ever received. Though, he couldn’t help to notice a name tatted on her left breast that read ‘Dante’ in cursive. He ignores the observation and focuses on her Oscar-winning mouth instead. His hand found itself onto her head, not giving a single fuck about her hair or the fact that she has another man’s name tatted on her.

Her head bobbed up and down, creating beautiful music to their ears. Juno’s mouth reminded him of a vacuum, a beautiful and very skilled vacuum as she sucked like no tomorrow. This wasn’t her first time. She was much too skilled and he had no absolute complaints. He was in bliss. So deep in bliss that he grew close, an orgasm he isn’t ready for just yet. Too quick.

He found himself slightly trying to push her head back, lifting his waist off the chair a bit. She notices before saying, “Don’t run, papa.” Upon quickly going back to work, his toes began curling at the intense pleasure. A plethora of curse words exiting his mouth, “Fuck…”

Moments later after attempting to hold back, he finally let go while she sucked him dry, swallowing every drop. His body shook slightly, a low groan passing his throat. Pools of brown peering into one another’s as Juno took her time to undress, peeling off every piece of clothing one by one teasingly. Initially she was planning to leave after giving him the best head of his life but he was still up at attention, intensely staring in her direction hungrily. Apparently, there was still a job needed to be completed. Who was she to back out of a challenge?

Mef was growing impatient.

No longer seated in the chair, he towers the young woman before lifting her small frame into his arms by her legs while forcing himself inside. His lips crashing into hers. “Oh, fuck…” Her jaw drops at the sudden sensation of him inside her love. Not giving her much time to adjust. Her back was pressed against the wall as he sent the woman powerhouse strokes, arms pinned above her head. His hips circling round and round much to her pleasure.

Her constant wetness and tightness around his phallus kept his top row of pearly whites embedded into his bottom lip. Juno’s eyebrows furrowing together from the pleasure and the pain. The more he had his way with her, the louder she would become. The pair found themselves all over the room, making their mark as well as pushing a few things out of their path, items in which broke. They couldn’t care less about the complaints.

Bent over on the edge of the bed, Juno glances backward at the rapper behind her frame underneath her low gaze. Loud moans exiting her throat. “F-Fuck me like that..” Mef’s head was thrown back, gripping her waist while he gave her his all. He was fucking her so good that she was speechless and she’s usually vocal during sex.

“Mef, oh Mef, oh papa…” Her juices coating his phallus was a hell of a sight. He loved the fact that she was making such a mess because of him. He had her screaming, scratching his back, cursing him out, squirting everywhere, fucking up the sheets, legs wide open as if it wasn’t almost four o’clock. Mef had a flight in three hours yet that hadn’t seem to cross his mind.

Nothing seemed to cross his mind when he had a beautiful woman screaming his name and squeezing around him.

“What, baby?” He quizzes, dragging his tongue across his lips for the millionth time. “Fuck…” Mef couldn’t get over how incredibly wet she was. The sounds were driving him insane. “This pussy so fuckin’ wet for me, mama.” Sending a smack to her backside, she began to throw it back.

His mouth falls agape slightly as he watches her, “Juno, shit.” He couldn’t let her get the best of him again so he flips her over onto her back, pressing her wide legs upon her shoulders, pounding into the woman mercilessly. At this point, she was screaming to the top of her lungs. “Just like that, papa!” Her dainty manicured hands resting on the bottom of her thighs, no matter the pain, she loved it. Not once did she tap out nor push him back. She loved that rough shit.

Juno liked to be fucked like a slut and she was sure that Mef had a lot of pent up anger which she desired for him to take out on her.

Dark brown irises peering down in her direction and suddenly he decided to deepen his strokes before leaning in closer to her face. Both of them admiring one another’s canvas. Her top row of pearly whites embedded into her bottom lip, their eyes meeting instantly. They made a lot of eye contact during their activities but not like this… not in this position.

“You so fuckin’ beautiful, baby.” He compliments the young woman below his being before bringing their lips into a passionate union. “You so perfect.” His dick continuously jabbing at her spot and it wasn’t as rough anymore, it was long and passionate strokes.

Juno wanted to fuck. Not make love nor fall in love.

The dick already had her willing to die for it. The consistent compliments, the dirty talk, the choking, his skillful strokes. Mef knew exactly what he was doing in bed. They were going at it for sometime now and his energy amazed her.

The way he stared at her as if he wanted to do any and everything for her as if he actually loved her. But she knows he doesn’t. He’d only met her a few hours prior. She could never be the woman he was drowning himself in sorrows about. She could never be her. This feeling of his love is temporary. She knew she would never see him again after tonight.

The thought hurt.

Mef’s love brought her to tears, caressing his shoulders and beautiful face to pretend as if she was his girl. As if he was hers. He belonged to someone else. But for right now, Mef belonged to her and she was going to fuck him like no tomorrow.

Regaining her strength, Juno flips the two over to gain control. Bouncing on top of the rapper energetically earning a plethora of groans as he sends several smacks to her backside. Suddenly, his firm right hand grips her neck, thumb sliding between her lips and she sucks on it. “Tell me you love this dick.” He demands, scanning her bare frame and the sight of their bodies colliding together for the millionth time.

“I love this dick.” She does as demanded and though it was a demand, it was the absolute truth. His dick fit her perfectly. “Papa… are you gonna cum for me?” Sucking his thumb seductively, her hips moved in a circular motion, desiring to feel him breed her again. No, she isn’t having his baby. She didn’t want to have his baby. There was no absolute use of protection but she does happen to be on the pill.

Without another word, he nods, completely speechless. She was really putting it on him from her mouth to her everything. For her final move, she leans forward to plant a few sensual kisses along his neck before whispering, “Come inside your pussy,” into his ear. It drove him wild when she called her pussy his. Over the years, she learned that men loved that.

Mef began to fuck her back from underneath the woman, palming her plump backside as his orgasm approaches. His mouth slightly agape in amazement, watching her breasts bounce in his face.

The moment the tip of his dick started to jab at her spot, her orgasm was quickly approaching as well. “Fuck, papa, I’m gonna cum!” His thrusts grew rougher and moreover, the pair found themselves releasing in unison. Their eyes meeting while riding their high, mouths wide open.

For some reason, Mef made sure she felt every drop of his semen. She guessed that it was because he knows it intensifies her orgasms.

“Damn.” Breathing heavily, Mef eyes the woman hopping off of his frame as slow as she could due to her body being sore and slightly limping to the bathroom. A light proud smirk creeps amongst his lips, eyelids shutting to get some sleep.

Light footsteps meets his eardrums yet again so his low tired gaze falls upon a naked Juno whom is getting dressed to his dismay. He wasn’t ready for her to go.

“Leaving me already?”

A giggle passing her throat, she slides on her underwear then came her denim shorts. “You and I both know what this was, Mef.” Her statement results in the rapper’s head to tilt backward in offense, immediately getting out of bed to throw on a pair of the basketball shorts that was laying sloppily on the floor to make his way towards the woman.

“Yeah…” He began. “It was two people who got together and enjoyed each other’s company.”

“Don’t you got a flight to catch in like what two hours?” She found his reaction to her getting ready to leave quite comical. They didn’t really know one another from a can of paint.

“So. That don’t mean you gotta leave yet, shorty.”

Sighing heavily, a captivating smile gracing her lips, “It doesn’t. But after you leave… you have someone to go home to. Never take that for granted.” Sliding her crop top through her head and adjusting it onto her chest. “Not many people have that.” Soon came her socks and shoes.

Juno was unlike any other woman he’d been with sexually. Maybe he was blinded by lust or her looks or the fact that she’s the epitome of cool. He wanted to keep in contact with her, at least. He definitely wanted to link up again.

“Can I at least get your number?”

“Go home to your girlfriend, nigga.” She replies humorously, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. “I enjoyed you, Method Man.” Planting emphasis on his stage name, she pauses through the open door before waltzing in front of his tall frame. Her tattooed arms wrapping around his neck and he leans downward mindlessly, connecting their lips passionately.

One last taste.

Their tongues fight for dominance. Enjoying the taste of one another. Eventually, Mef wins. His hands falling just above her covered backside. Nibbling softly on her bottom lip as she pulls away, sliding her hand down his chest. His intense low gaze peering down at the young woman whom was admiring his half-naked silhouette.

His girl would be dumb to let him slip out of her hands.

Finally, she walks away and he watches her until she’s no longer in his peripheral. The moment she steps outside of the hotel room, her back presses against the wall before tossing her head backward in disbelief.

“Did I just do that?” She mouths to herself.

Moments after squealing softly to herself, Juno saunters for the elevator, feeling like a whole other woman.

#method man #90s #ryan destiny #smut #wu tang clan #redman #black men #black women #black beauty #black fiction #fiction

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The Popsicle

Plot: Fives and reader share a popsicle in a bit of an unconventional way.

Warnings: Sexually suggestive content, 18+ only please

Word Count: 987

Author's Note: You can especially thank @a-single-tulip, @chicknstripz, @homie-one-kenobi, and @wizardofrozz for this.

You and Fives had a teasing relationship. He’d pop his head into the hangar to see you as often as he could and you’d be under some part of a Republic gunship, fixing it. Generally, he made some inappropriate remark and you would jokingly tell him what to go do with himself, your wink and grin softening the words. It had started to get a little more romantic, though, and while you wanted it to be real, you felt he was just teasing for a laugh.

Lost in your thoughts, someone pulled your shop creeper out from under the ship with you on it and startled you, nearly causing you to drop your wrench on your face.

“Fives!” you yelled, scowling. “A little warning would be nice!”

“Well, how am I supposed to surprise you if you know I’m coming?”

“You don’t! What if I had been holding a blowtorch?”

“You weren’t.”

“And you know this how?”

“Republic safety regulations.”

You squinted your eyes at him, but he only laughed.

“Anyway, how is it I had to find from your coworker that you got shipped to this base without hand-to-hand training?”

You sat up. “It wasn’t relevant. Why were you asking, anyway?”

“I didn’t. They had just mentioned it.”

“What do you want, Fives?”

“I wanna teach you how to punch!”

“What, so I can punch you when you drag my creeper around?”

“Ha! No, so you can defend yourself!”

With a sigh, you glanced back at the ship. “Fives, I need to finish this.”

He shrugged. “Okay, I’ll just wait until you’re done.”

“That punch was okay, but your aim was a bit off, and you’re not protecting your abdomen.” He grabbed your outstretched fist and started to manipulate your posture.

You sighed, heavier than you needed to just to gauge his reaction, then relented. “Hand me the driver. No, the driver. No, it’s on your left.”

* * *

The weather was hotter than you had expected, and being under that gunship was not all that cool. But neither could compare to the heat you felt when he touched you. You watched him, your eyes trailing up his bare arms to his black sleeveless top as he went. You were glad the exercise was hiding things like a blush or a change in your breathing.

He cleared his throat. “Try again.”

You both continued on for almost another half-hour before he declared it was time for a well-deserved break. You agreed and fixed your sleeveless top so it sat more comfortably on you. The glance he gave to your low collar was not missed.

You dug through the cooler and pulled out a blue popsicle and unwrapped it, popping it into your mouth and savoring the cooling relief it brought. Fives made his way over, too, and grabbed a chilled bottle of water, cracking open the cap with a sly grin, watching you suck on the popsicle.

"Is that a tease for later, mesh'la?" he chuckled. You grinned back, then made a show of biting off the tip of the frozen treat, earning a whine in return.

You didn’t know where the bold streak came from, maybe it was his whine, but you said, "Depends, are you willing to beg for it, baby boy? Because if not -"

All of the sudden, Fives pushed you into the shade of the back end of the building, one hand on your hip and the other hand tried to snatch the popsicle out of your grasp. You stuck your arm out, desperately trying to keep him from stealing your one source of relief in this heat.

"Oh, no you don't. You can't distract me so you can steal it, get your own!" you said.

He glanced between you and the treat, already melting in your hand and dripping onto your wrist. "What if I want to taste both?" His voice was a little breathless.

You swallowed thickly. "Both what?"

He put his lips near your ear, "Both you and the popsicle." Then, he trailed his lips down your neck and ghosted them over your arm to your sticky wrist. You went to move your popsicle away, but he grabbed your arm and you froze. With a quick smirk sent your way, he stuck out his tongue and flattened it, slowly licking the sugary juice up your wrist and over your palm. His eyes never left yours and his voice rumbled in his throat, sounding an awful lot like a moan. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched.

"Mm, mesh'la, you taste so good," he said, his voice low and quiet before snatching the popsicle out of your hand. You opened your mouth to protest his trickery, but words didn't come out - no, he touched the melting treat to your neck, the chill making you shiver despite the weather. He then dragged it down your throat from left to right and as far down as he could before your shirt collar stopped him. Juice started to drip down to your sternum and your breath hitched again.

"Fives, we can't do this here, someone's going to catch us," you breathed.

He grinned and shook his head. "No, it’s too hot out here for anyone to care. No one’s going to come find us. We have all the time we could ask for, and I'm going to use every minute of it." He dipped his face to your collar and pulled the material away to flatten his tongue against your skin again and lick up the mess he made, taking his time as your chest heaved with each breath.

“You just fancy the idea of getting caught, don’t you?”

He moved his lips back to your neck, kissing up until he reached your pulse point and said against it, his eyes closed, “I’ve already been caught by you. Nothing else matters.”

Tags: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @techs-feral-wife

#tcw fives #fives x reader #clone wars fives

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