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kazuyummy · 9 months

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🌴 POSITIONS - MIYUKI KAZUYA X READER

in which your husband kazuya takes you on a vacation to a five-star tropical resort and fucks you any chance he gets.

tw: alcohol, penetrative sex about: afab!reader, mentions of genitalia. no plot and tbh barely any characterization, just pure smut and tropical vacay vibes!! 🏝

note: anything in blue is a link to an image (the ones in the titles are nsfw so open at your own risk) but not necessary for reading - just something to help imagine the positions you and kazuya are in and show where my inspirations came from.

cover pic: sato_1_11 on danbooru

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in the morning

waking up next to miyuki kazuya with an ocean breeze rustling through your windows, the smell of saltwater filling your nose, and rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains are enough to make you think you've died and found paradise. it's as if time has slowed here - no reason not to blink your eyes slowly; take deep breaths; stretch your limbs out past silk covers as if they were moving through water. your lover rouses beside you, instinctively turning over to snuggle closer.

"mmm, you smell like pineapple."

you giggle, "i don't normally use hotel shampoo, but this resort? they're spoiling me even more than you do, kazuya."

"well, well. we can't have that, can we?"

you shriek in laughter as he begins nibbling at your neck and earlobe, covering you in kisses. he hooks a leg over your already nude form to prevent you from avoiding his affections as you roll to your side, arms stretched above your head.

you purr as he reaches around, brushing your clit and snaking down to find you already wet. his other arm finds one of your outstretched ones, locking fingers and giving you a squeeze.

"fuckin' beautiful. i get to wake up to this every morning 'til i die."

he continues his onslaught onto your neck, and you're getting impatient, beginning to rut your hips. it's not that neither of you are into foreplay - usually quite the opposite, actually - but you both just love an early morning sidefuck, to be blunt. the way his body moulds into yours, how your legs tangle, and the way your orgasm feels when half-asleep, waking you up and making you want to fall into slumber in his arms all the same.

"kazuya, i'm close." he shifts his leg so that he's driving into you further, hand supporting the back of your thigh as he fills you with his load, biting and kissing whatever he can as you both recede from your highs, like waves after they crash on the shore.

between peppered kisses and sweet 'i love you's, you take your time getting ready for the rest of the day ahead. ☁︎

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in the afternoon

coming back from brunch and drinks at the swim-up bar leaves you wanting a catnap - but not without leaving you and your dearest satisfied, of course. with your swimsuit still on, you decide to take a short dip in your private pool as kazuya eyes you from his towel laid out onto the deck.

you've just emerged from under the water, flipping your hair back mermaid-style, which splashes him a bit in the process. he gives you a playful frown - you know he can't do much since you have the upper hand being in the water. so he resorts to his words and coos,

"gonna get me worked up every time i see you in that bikini, sweetheart."

"oh? and what about without it?"

your line's cliché but it's certainly got his full attention - you begin to strip off in the pool, water dripping down your body as you lift yourself out and begin making your way to where he's lying down.

his eyes sparkle amber in the tropical sun, chestnut hair already dried and framing his boyish, mischievous smile. you love the predatory look he wears, eyeing you shamelessly.

you pick up his glass of champagne - an expensive, fruity blend that came in an ice bucket upon your arrival - sipping it up and leaning down to spill it from your mouth into his. it's messy as he sticks his tongue out, eyes half-lidded with droplets running down his cheeks onto the towel. cold water drips from the ends of your hair onto his body, each touch like a small zap to his skin.

in an instant, he's made his way up, tugging his swim trunks down to reveal his thick, waiting cock under a bit of bronze tanline.

his strong arms hoist you up, not even making it back to the room (which might be a blessing for housekeeping and the state of your bed given how soaked you are from the pool) and sitting you on a nearby plush lounge sofa.

he's quick to dive into your folds, nose brushing your clit as he tastes you. his shoulder pushes one thigh apart and his right hand the other - his left hand is busy spreading you open for him. he's always so patient but commanding when eating you out, forearms flexed and eyes looking up into yours whenever he edges you until finally he lets you come, toes curling and his tongue unrelenting.

he doesn't give you a break after you finish, lifting you once more to seat himself under you. you're straddling his outstretched legs, making out with sun-kissed lips and sending shivers down his spine from the cool water still on your skin. you manoeuvre to take in his cock, both of you remaining sat up, foreheads touching and breath mingling.

kazuya takes the half-full glass of champagne from beside you, pouring it slowly down your neck and lapping it up where it collects on your breasts. he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling and pulling gently with his teeth.

he has your hips rolling, desperate to milk him. he feels you tighten, his grip around your waist getting stronger as he nears release,

"fuck - fuck, babe. gonna fill your little pussy up, take all of it - fuck!"

his head falls to your shoulder with a groan, pulling back after with a light chuckle when he realizes how sticky you both are - from the sweat, the champagne, and your own emissions.

"guess another dip in the pool is needed - i'm gonna splash you this time, though." ☀︎

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in the middle of the night

walking under a starry sky on the beach in a cute little sundress means that kazuya can barely keep his hands off of you, wanting to spank you every time the dress shows the outline of your ass and resisting the urge to mark your bare collarbone that glows under the moonlight.

you giggle, playfully pushing him away and stumbling a bit as you do so. a couple more fancy cocktails after your small nap earlier have you a bit tipsy again.

"we're in public, babe!"

"and? do you see anyone around? besides, i'm sure you'd love people seeing me bend you over and take you right here."

you try to act nonchalant, but heat makes its way to your cheekbones. you sigh exasperatedly,

"you haven't had enough today, kazuya?"

he takes a handful of your ass and squeezes,

"i dunno, have you?"

he knows he's called your bluff when you let out a small moan that goes right to his crotch.

"didn't think so."

you reach your private resort again, the door threatening to fly off its hinges with the force you use to push it open and drag kazuya in behind you. his lips attack yours as he pushes your back up against the wall, one hand going down to circle your clit and the other gripping both wrists and above your head.

"d'you know what you do to me, sweetheart? what this cute little dress on you does?"

he releases your wrists and pulls one down to the front of his pants to feel his bulge pushing against the cloth. you whimper, which only makes him rub at you more frantically.

"please, kazuya... i can't get enough of your cock. i need it."

he's breathing heavily now, dipping two fingers inside you and scissoring them until he pulls them out, making you suck on them.

"careful what you wish for. 'm feeling impatient, y'know?"

his words ring true, because while he'd normally tease you, he takes you to the bed, stripping you both, lying down, and hoisting you up onto those muscular thighs so that your back is on his chest. he reaches around to align himself before plunging into you and hooking his arms around your thighs into a full nelson.

if today's sex so far was passionate and sensual, he's downright animalistic now, pistoning his hips into you, and you're unable to do anything else but take it. you can't quite see him going in and out of you, but you can see the way his balls slap your skin as he stretches you out, and how your tits bounce almost to the point of soreness with how hard he's going.

you can barely manage a sound but a choked gurgle, the pace he's setting sending you into overdrive as your eyes roll back into your head. you feel heat swell up inside you, like a bubble ready to burst - and that it does, your orgasm explosive, soaking sheets as you squirt around him with a garbled moan.

he follows suit shortly, his final thrusts forceful before you feel him fill you up, your walls squeezing him dry. post-orgasm kazuya is always a sight to behold, hair wild and eyes glazed over, nowhere near the composed state he normally carries himself in.

when he lies you down on the bed beside him, he watches as his seed leaks out of you slowly, white dripping with every flutter of your pussy. though exhausted, you bring a finger down to swipe some, bringing it to your tongue and sucking. with wide eyes, he breathes,

"god babe. i love you so much."

you clean each other up, taking one last look at the stars outside before fall asleep with a smile, knowing you get to do this all again tomorrow. ☽

ok some of the positions on the site are downright ridiculous and it was so funny to choose some. i know a part of most fiction in general is imagining the story without pictures... but i really wanted to try this concept of having visual aids. if the links don't work, let me know!

wish i took a bit more time to fully develop these scenes and up the tension but... i wanted this to be a shorter fic and kazuya and reader are horny little demons 😈

lmk which daiya boy i should write for next - i want to continue using the links to positions but would choose a different theme besides vacation! 🧳🧉

#⚾️-dna #✏️-ani-writes #miyuki kazuya #miyuki x reader #daiya x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader

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noxturnalpascal · 7 days

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Happy Ending [V]

Masterlist (with all warnings)

A/N: tía - aunt, tío - uncle, primo - cousin, dios mío - my god, chulo - pimp, bonito - pretty (masculine), mala - bad, cariño - darling, guapo - handsome, mi amor - my love

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He wakes up in the morning to the sound of you talking on your phone, just on the other side of the sliding glass doors. He can’t make out what you’re saying but when you come back in shortly, he sees you wearing the fluffy white robe that’s been hanging unused in his bathroom all weekend.

“Good morning, guapo,” you wink. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock,” he groans as he stretches his arms out, feeling the burn from last night’s activities in his muscles.

“I guess so, looks like you got a rock under the sheets there too,” you tease, pointing to his massive morning wood.

He’s half tempted to throw the sheets off and offer to rock and roll you but to his horror there’s a quick knock at the door and then it’s opening. He grabs the pillow from behind his head and puts it over his lap, hiding his erection. Kiki walks in the door with a tray of food and drink. Two steaming cups of coffee, two glasses of orange juice, two small bowls of tropical fruit, two croissants, and two gooey cinnamon rolls. She sets the tray down on the table just beyond the foot of his bed, you smiling at her kindly the whole time. You thank her when she turns around and she smiles at you, then him, and heads back out the door.

“Coulda warned me we were expecting company,” he half-jokes.

“It’s not like either of us were naked,” you tease, wagging your eyebrows at the single white sheet hiding his hard-on from the world. “Speaking of…”

You pull the tie on the robe and let it fall open, shrugging it down your shoulders to reveal your nakedness underneath. He tosses the pillow behind him and leans back on his hands.

“I got you a little reunion present,” he says, nodding his head down to his lap. “If you wanna unwrap it.”

He watches your eyes go wide and you close the gap quickly, crawling across the bed on all fours. You grab a handful of the sheet and start to pull it down his body, slowly exposing his skin inch-by-inch. The feel of the soft sheets sliding over his swollen cockhead makes him roll his head back. You drag the sheets over his cock and then pick up speed as you reveal his thighs, knees, calves, and feet. Then you start at his feet and kiss up his body, biting his calf and licking his kneecap. He almost starts to laugh until you leave wet smooches on his thighs while your hands roam along them, meeting at the apex. You take his cock in both hands and peer up at him through your lashes.

“I really wanna suck your dick, Francisco.”

Goddddddd. “Do you?”

“I do,” you moan, and dart your tongue out to lick the drop of precum that leaks out of his slit. “I’ve wanted to for a very long time. Can I?”

“When have I ever said no to you?”

You smile and then urge him to lie back, taking position between his thighs. You wrap your hand around his thick length and lick his tip again, swirling your tongue around the partially exposed head. You tilt your head and lick the underside of his shaft, base to tip, then repeat the process with wet nibbles, causing fireworks to start going off in his brain. Christ, you’re fucking good at this. You swirl around the head again and then you stick your tongue into his foreskin, around the edge and back and forth over the soft ridge of his frenulum. He feels his legs begin to tremble beneath you and he’s worried he’s going to come too quickly again.

You pop him out of your mouth and run your hands along his thighs, nuzzling your nose in the trail of his pubic hair and kissing around his belly button and down his hips. You begin to slowly pump him and lean down to tease his balls, taking them one at a time into your mouth and rolling your tongue over them, then releasing them and licking along the ridge in the middle. Fuck, it’s a good thing he didn’t have a video of you doing this, he wouldn’t have left his house for the last twenty years. You move your other hand to fondle him there, running your fingers gently around his sac and tugging lightly. Your hand on his cock is still stroking him up and down, rolling your fingers over his sensitive head.

He started moaning about the time you took one of his balls into your mouth and he doesn’t know how to make himself stop. You move your hand in a downward stroke, pulling his skin back to fully unsheath him, and you immediately slide your lips over him, enveloping him in your hot, wet mouth. You eat him like he’s a frozen popsicle on a hot day, slurping and licking and swirling. He’s watching the whole thing, he can’t take his eyes off of you. A mixture of your spit and his precum is spilling out the sides of your mouth and sliding down your chin. He’s not gonna last much longer.

You start to twist your mouth over him and with each pass you lower your head, taking him deeper into your mouth. Your fist is pumping what your mouth can’t fit, sliding easily over him with the sloppy attention of your mouth. He feels your tongue running along the underside of his shaft and decides he’d better warn you.

“Gonna make me come,” he manages to croak out.

He feels you hum in assent, the vibrations traveling down your tongue and along his shaft. You look at him and blink slowly, but don’t pull away, don’t stop moving your hands or your tongue. You close your eyes and keep going, humming now like you’re enjoying it as much as he is, still groaning for you under your attention. He reaches down and puts his hand on the back of your head tentatively, and when you tug on his balls gently he takes it as permission. He lets you control your motions for a few more strokes and then he begins to press down gently, urging you to take him further and deeper. He hears you sputter once, moaning around him afterwards, and he pushes you further, and deeper again.

The final time he pushes your head down he holds it there, letting you gulp around him, watching your lips close around his base as he begins to pulse his load down your throat. He’s practically shouting, blabbering nonsense into the room, watching a tear leave your eye and roll down your cheek. He pulls you off him, his softening cock hitting his stomach with a wet smack, and sits up to bring your faces together. He kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue, licking away the sticky drool on your lips and salty tears on your cheeks.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he tells you.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” you reply.

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After wolfing down some food from the tray for breakfast you both have a lazy swim in the ocean, floating on the swells past the breaks, your hands never leaving each other’s bodies for long. The rest of the day is spent with family; lunch with Frankie’s mamá, snorkeling with the bridal party, and dinner with your mother and her new-ish husband. No one - not even Elio - says anything about seeing the two of you together all day, holding hands and kissing, but everyone’s smile is even bigger than it was yesterday at the wedding.

As the sun sets you invite him back to ‘your place’, a sleek and luxurious apartment above the spa. You offer your bathtub - a large, jetted soaking tub in the middle of a large, black-zellige-tiled bathroom covered with shiny green plants - to wash off the sweat, sun, sand, and saltwater of the day. Frankie says he’ll only accept if you join him, which you eagerly do. You add some baking soda, salts, and oils to the tub as it fills, and take his hand as you step in, settling in place behind him. He sits leaned forward between your knees and you massage him, kneading his freckled, golden skin.

“When does your flight leave?”

The subject you’ve both been avoiding all day.

“Tomorrow. I’m surprised my mamá didn’t tell you that.”

“She did.” He huffs out an of course and you fall quiet for a beat, pushing your fingertips along his temples. “Can you reschedule the flight? Maybe you could stay a couple more days.”

“Whew,” he exhales. “I’d have to move some money around in my offshore accounts if I’m gonna be able to afford that villa for a couple more days.”

Humor, he tries humor. He doesn’t know how to say no to you. How to say goodbye to this, this thing he’s waited so long for. So he tries humor. But you don’t laugh.

“I don’t want your money, Pancho.”

“I know, baby,” he says immediately. “I just don’t know how long I could stay, I- I’ve got work expecting me back-”

“It’s funny you should mention work,” you scratch your nails in arcs behind his ears, “because there’s a guy here - well on the big island - who’s starting up a luxury transport business.”

“I don’t- uhh…. We’re in different tax brackets, I don’t know what that means.”

“It just means that when rich people land at the airport on the big island, he’s gonna provide private transportation for them to the different resorts in the area,” your thumbs rub circles along the sides of his neck. “He’s gonna have boats, seaplanes, helicopters…”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he shifts nervously. “I don’t fly anymore. I can’t do that.”

“Welllll, he’s not looking for pilots, he’s looking for someone to help manage the fleet. He needs help procuring new machines - boats, planes, helos - and organizing it all, scheduling maintenance, making sure it’s all done right and taken care of,” you knead his shoulders like dough, pulling and pushing, softening the knots there. “Is that something you could do?”

His stomach flutters. “Y-yeah. That’s what I do now.” You push your thumbs down along his spine, dipping beneath the water’s surface. Then he remembers. “My mamá already told you that too, didn’t she?”

“Yeah,” you admit. “She did.”

“So what is this?” he turns to look at you. “You trying to get me a job on the island?”

“Maybe. I heard you don’t really like the one you have now.”

Jesus Christ, his mamá really did tell you everything.

“I don’t,” he swallows past a lump in his throat, “but I don’t think I can move this far away from my son.”

What would people say? That he’s abandoning him, leaving him for a girl he had a crush on a lifetime ago. Frankie fuckup, making bad decisions again.

“How far away are you from him now?”

“I work mostly in Bakersfield, so that’s like a six hour drive to where he’s living now.”

“That’s not bad,” you say, and you reach forward to brush his hair behind his ear. “How often do you see him?”

Frankie quickly turns back away from you.

“I don’t….” he says through a clenched jaw. “And I think you knew that too.”

“I did.”

He turns back, pulling from you and moving to the other end of the tub to face you, his knees popping out of the water. You look so small and lonely on your side of the basin. You look at him with the saddest eyes.

“What is this? What are you doing? What do you want from me?”

“When I came here people told me I was running away from my problems. That I was running out on my responsibilities and forsaking my children... But coming here gave me purpose. I was able to work my sobriety and build this business and along the way I found a little bit of peace and a tiny slice of happiness. I became a person my kids are proud of, and I know it’s not easy to think about, but I had to move away from them to get closer to them.”

“And that’s what you think I should do?”

You close your eyes for a beat, and then open them, looking at the ripples on the surface of the water. You take a deep breath, in and out.

“I have no idea, Pancho. I don’t have the answers.” You look up at him now. “Honestly, I just don’t want you to leave. I think it could be good for you here, but I'm being selfish, because I finally-,” you bite back your words. “Maybe you could be happy in Bakersfield. Maybe you could build a life there, and have a relationship with your son in Arizona, and live a good life. I bet you could. You can do anything you set your mind to. But goddamnit, I've thought about you almost every day for the last twenty years and wondered “what would have been” if I would have done something differently.” He watches tears fall down your face as you continue. “What if I’d kissed you any of the hundreds of times I wanted to? What if I’d told you how I felt in any of the thousands of conversations I had with you? What if I’d asked you to dance with me that first night? What if instead of slipping a dirty video in your pocket as a goodbye, I’d asked you to stay? To be mine? To love me the way I loved you? Would it have made a difference? Does it make a difference now?”

He moves forwards and pulls you to meet him in the center of the tub, sloshing water over the side in the process, and crushes your faces together. He wraps his hand around the back of your skull and pushes you into him harder, teeth clacking and his tongue tasting yours, his other hand groping and grabbing at your back. Tears run down his face as well, as his mouth works over your lips, sucking and nipping and licking.

“I fucking love you,” he murmurs, speaking between presses of his lips on yours. “I don’t care how long it’s been, I still fucking love you.”

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He’s leaned up on some pillows against his headboard, you in the crook of his arm checking emails, listening to the waves lap at the sand just beyond the doors. Several candles flicker from their place on the table - casting dancing shadows on the wall and giving the room a warm glow - filling the space with the scent of bamboo, fresh rain, and jasmine. The candles were already lit when you’d arrived back to his villa after your bath and when he’d asked you where they came from you’d shrugged your shoulders and said one word - Kiki - in explanation.

“You didn’t want to stay at your apartment?” he questions.

“The spa is open late on the weekends, so we’d have to be quiet, there’d be people below us,” you explain.

“Ohhh I see,” he chuckles. “And precisely what noisy activity do you plan on engaging in?”

You set your phone down on the side table and roll over to face him. “Maybe I’m gonna run laps or practice my whale sounds,” you tease, dragging a nail up his sternum. “Or maybe,” you boop him on his nose, “I’m gonna spank you till you beg me to stop.”

“Joke’s on you, I love being spanked, it’s my favorite,” and then he tickles you, causing you to hoot and holler, slapping and kicking at him, threatening to pee the bed. “Kiki will change the sheets,” he reassures, continuing to strum along your sides and pinch lightly at your flesh.

He finally stops when he sees some tears rolling down your cheeks and he leans forward to kiss them away, soothing your skin with gentle strokes and humming sweet nothings in your ears. He pulls your shirt off to reveal your naked chest once again, diving back forward to kiss and cuddle. He presses you down into the mattress with his bodyweight, both of you dressed only in underwear now, hands and mouth roaming every inch of exposed skin.

“That dirty video you slipped in my pocket?” he says against the underside of your breast.

“Yeah?”

He smiles against your skin and kisses along your collarbone, teasing you with the light scratch of his facial scruff, licking into the hollow at the base of your throat.

“I still have it.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, pushing on his shoulders but not pushing him away. You wait a long beat and finally ask, “do you ever watch it?

“Yeah, I definitely watch it.”

His smile widens. You groan again, covering your face with your hands.

“I can’t believe you still have it after all these years.”

Are you embarrassed right now? How fuckin’ cute are you? The girl whose first job was a phone sex line operator, whose second job was making pornographic videos, who gave him a video before he’d ever even kissed you. Bashful. He coos at you as his lips lay tender beats up the side of your jaw. Pulling your hands away from your face, he pecks along your cheek, over your eyelids, and down your nose. He pauses just as the tip of his nose touches yours.

“Would you believe I have it with me right now?”

“No,” your pupils dilate. “You’re- no.”

He rolls away from you and grabs his laptop out of the drawer on the nightstand, flipping it open, making a few clicks, and setting it towards the foot of the bed. He reaches for you and begins to pull you towards him.

“Are you- what?” You wiggle in his grip, staring at the screen with wide-eyes. “This isn’t-” and then the image of you comes across the screen. Beautiful, glowing, naked. “Are we-”

“Ohh yes, we are,” he says, continuing to pull your body between his legs, both of you facing the screen. “Take these off, baby,” he says, pushing your underwear off your hips, “you’re gonna sit right here and watch this video with me.”

He pulls you back so you're flush with his warm chest, and brings his hands to your front. He caresses one across your stomach and rib cage, cupping your breasts and pinching at your peaks. The other hand slides down your side, along your hip, and to the apex of your thighs, brushing over your core. He hears you already making whimpering sounds.

Just like in the video, which he has watched countless times, a hand slips between your legs to part your folds - his hand this time instead of yours. He moves his hand just over the top of your mound in a circular motion, hearing you make the same noises from his touch as you make from your own. He begins to increase the pace and the pressure, his other hand painting warm touches anywhere he can reach, squeezing and pinching and soothing.

“Keep your eyes on the screen, baby,” he hums when he sees you close your eyes and tilt your head, chasing your pleasure.

He feels you start to tense beneath him and he knows that he doesn’t dare change his ministrations now, even before you’re murmuring don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. He eases back on the pressure as he feels you fall apart - clenching your jaw and groaning through gritted teeth - letting you recover as he gently pets you, hands warming your exposed skin as he kisses your nape. You go to move away and he tuts, we’re not done yet baby, and pushes you back down against his chest. You’re slumped down more now and your head lolls against his shoulder, eyes looking up at him.

“We both know you’ve got more in you,” he says as he nods towards the laptop.

You both watch yourself on the screen and he mimics your movements perfectly. Your legs spread wider as a hand gently touches your lips, dipping a finger towards your hole and collecting your wetness there, easily spreading it along your seam. Pulling back on your skin, your clit is revealed, shiny and swollen, as a finger gently traces circles around it. So sensitive, so stimulated, so needy; you whine both then and now as a finger applies more pressure to the bud. Gentle but constant pressure as the finger goes around and around, a second hand moving up your body, grabbing your breast firmly and pinching at your nipple until you moan. Closer and closer to the edge, circling, pinching, and then the hand at your pussy flutters its fingers over your hole, teasing at your wetness and giving you the ghost of what you really want.

You’re coming again at the same time as yourself, letting your wail out into the open room this time, fisting at the sheets as it echoes against the walls.

“So good baby, that was so good. One more now,” he coos, kissing your temple.

“I can’t, Frankie I-,” you close your eyes and shake your head. “I can’t do that, it’s too-, I’m not-.”

“I know you can do it baby, I’ve watched you do it a thousand times.”

He rubs his hands along your shoulders, soothing you as you recover on the video as well. He kisses along the side of your face, brushing hair away and placing his lips against your ear, whispering encouragement to you. You’re so beautiful, look at you, you’re doing so good. His touches are no longer light as he applies firmer pressure now, the heat of his hands pressing into you, his tongue licking at the damp skin of your neck. He thrusts his hips forward and pushes his hardness into your back. I want you so bad, feel what you do to me, I love you so much.

He reaches his hand down between your thighs once more, even as you try to close your legs, and he tuts, you can do it baby, I’ll be gentle with you, I know you can do this, and coaxes your knees apart. Everything between your thighs is covered in your shiny, sticky release and he immediately finds your clit and touches a finger just along the side of it. You twitch and whine, still deep in the overstimulation, but he bands an arm across your middle and continues his gentle, indirect movements. Very quickly you go from trying to move away from him to tilting your hips along with the motion of his hand, your thighs starting to quiver. His strokes up and down along the side of your clit become a bit faster and a bit firmer, a smooth glide easily achieved from your copious arousal.

“Don’t stop doing what you’re doing, please don’t fucking stop doing that, please, please, pleasepleaseplease,” you pitch higher, turning into a babbling mess.

He shushes you in your ear, telling you he’s not gonna stop and letting you buck against his hand - already at your peak again - and arch your back up off the bed as you tumble over the crest. He immediately takes his fingers away and once again soothes your body, palming your skin and kissing the tears that start flowing down your face.

“Oh my god,” you pant.

“You did so good, baby.”

“How- jesusfuckingchrist… How many times have you watched that?”

“A few times.”

“A few-”

“-a week. A few times a week,” he admits. “On average. Since you slipped it in my pocket.”

“Pancho…”

He holds you in silence for a while, wondering what you’re thinking, or if you’re thinking anything at all. More time passes and he starts to question if maybe you fell asleep, when he feels you stir. He lets go of you so you can sit up and turn your body to face him. In the still-glowing light of the room your skin looks radiant; he can see freckles and marks you didn’t have before and a scar over your right eyebrow he wants to ask about. In the candlelight, the shadows reveal lines at the corners of your eyes and mouth, wrinkles that he knows he has more of than you.

He’s so in love with you.

He almost feels guilty for jerking off to a twenty-year-old version of you all this time when you’re even more beautiful now than you were before. He knows it was more the idea of you but still, he couldn’t have even imagined how he would feel, how he feels right now. His heart is so stuffed full it feels like it’s going to burst, bust open and spill tears and words and love out of every part of him, covering the both of you and the bed and maybe the whole room, out into the ocean. You lean forward and brush a wayward curl off his forehead. He grabs your hand as you pull it back.

“It’s you, mi amor,” he kisses the tip of your fingers. “It’s always been you.”

He sees your eyes shine, wetness gathering at your waterline.

“Does that mean you’ll think about rescheduling your flight?”

There’s such hope in your voice. Such tenderness, but also worry. Just like him you’re not ready to say goodbye again. Unwilling to let go when you’ve finally latched on after so long adrift and alone. Finally found, finally seen, finally able to give each other the love you’ve held onto all this time.

“Baby, come on…” he watches your face fall a bit. “There’s no way I'm getting on that flight.”

#francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #happy ending #noxturnalpascal #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #Frankie Friday #writing challenge 2.0 #iamasaddie prompt

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blue-jisungs · 10 months

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what do your moots remind you of?

WOOO THANK U FOR SENDING THIS HEHE lets ignore how fucking long it took bye…. let’s say i didn’t struggle AT ALL☝️

zanna @slytherinshua not to be dramatic but you remind me of the sun!! you’re warm, always shining and spreading positive energy even when there are dark clouds over my head or in general!!! ☀️🌞🌤️🌅

@icyminghao noelle, maybe it’s the “icy” in your username but you remind me of a cold drink on a hot day 🫡 you’re refreshing and i always look forward to talk with you, just like i do when i’m thirsty and it’s 792921927219 degrees outside. you’re funky and cool, like the colourful liquids in a glass with a cute small umbrella in it 🍹🧊

@l3visbby ola you remind me of a cinnamon roll 🥹 you’re so sweet and cute like one (pocieszna if you will but in a good way)!! if u don’t look at it you could kill if you wanted 🫵 help i couldn’t find the emoji 🍩🍪🍮🍰

@enluv coco this is vv specific but you remind me of a holiday in a tropical country 😭😭😭 maybe it’s the coco(nut) in your name LMAO but it’s just… so relaxing talking to you. taking a break from the real busy world and chilling, enjoying yourself and being yourself… and having fun all the time <3 🥥🌴🏖️🧉

@rubywonu nia you remind me of a candle. no matter the scent (my fav maybe, coffee or gingerbreads hehe) you always light up the room and spread comfort. hopefully your light will never go out!!! and if it does, i’ll be running with a lighter to help it shine again (help i wanted to be poetic but i hope you get me) 🕯️🕯️🕯️

@mirxzii roxie you remind me of bubbles :D full of joy and happiness, you bring a smile to everyone’s face!! full of colors and positivity <3 and and!! a fun time guaranteed 🫧🫧🫧🫧

@fairyhaos yena… you remind me of a forest. but like a forest with pine trees, full of moss and fog… in a good way! i love forests ngl so 😭 but you are so knowledgeable and helpful, beautiful inside and out, making me feel respect towards you and happiness and comfort when being around 🌲🪵🌳

@txt-yaomi it seems weird but sof, you remind me of a electric guitar. you’re just so cool and full of swag !! i always wanted to learn how to play one and in general seeing people play the guitar makes me stare at them in awe and respect, just like you! hi rockstar!! 🎸🎸🎸

@etherealyoungk skye reminds me of a warm cup of tea <3 i love tea, no matter the flavour. i could never get tired of it and it always makes me feel better, just like you. you bring comfort and that’s what i feel when having a cup of tea with book in my hand ☕️🫖🍵

@planetkiimchi you remind me of headphones 😭😭😭 vut honestly i can’t live without headphones. you’re fun, always around, full of joy and happiness, talking to you always gives me a boost of energy and good mood – just like headphones and the fav music they’re playing 🎧🎧🎧

@malarign joo you remind me of flowers… i can’t really explain it, but flowers are so beautiful and make me stare at them in awe, wonder about the way they prosper and all. if you don’t think abt it flowers tend to have their own mechanisms, adaptation to the environment etc etc it’s just… so admirable. amazing. i always stop and look and flowers n smell them, sometimes they’re small but full of joy, beauty and peace. and some of them are a lil funky… so i couldn’t pick a one flower to describe you since you remind me of all of them 💐🌷🌸🌺🌼🪻

@wqnwoos hana u remind me of a calm sea… the soft sound of waves and the colors of it bringing a sense of peace, joy n relax… staring at sea for hours and feeling comfort or dipping your feet in the cold water when you failed to run away from the water, a rush of energy and silliness hitting… that’s you!! 🌊🌊🌊🌊

@wheeboo hmm rania, maybe it’s the whee in your username that reminds me of wheat lmao or your general aura but you remind me of a golden field of wheat that you pass on a road trip. it’s shining golden in the sun, with its own peace rustling on the wind. it may seem as a common, boring thing but it’s definitely not: just think about the usage of it. rania i can’t put it together but you’re so smart and bright and i just hope the connection makes sense 🌾🌾🌾🌾

#axe’s fun corner

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dontfeedtheducky · 23 days

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🌴welcome to scylla [sil-uh]🌴

🐬🌺🍒⛱️🐠

nav: island pics - happy home paradise builds - sims 4 stuff (main)

hi there, you can call me b or ducky!

i've been playing acnh since just after launch :) it's taken me a while to get my island looking the way i want but it's coming together so i thought i would start sharing pics and inspo!

this island is still a work in progress, but feel free to explore. your lush, tropical paradise awaits!

#acnh community #acnh #acnh island #animal crossing new horizons #happy home paradise

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nerdymaps · 3 months

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How do you feel about lush rainforests in a map? To me, drawing tropical biomes is one of the most fun things there is. I love the forests with a combination of round and palm trees, tall mountains covered in greenery, huge lakes surrounded by vegetation…

In here you can see an example of a huge tropical area from my latest map 🌳🌴

——————————— You can find many other maps from your favorite fantasy books, movies, games… on the link below! 🗺️ 🧑‍🎨 https://nerdymaps.etsy.com

I hope you all have an amazing day, Arturo from Nerdy Maps ☺️

#art #cartography #fantasy art #ttrpg art #fantasy illustration #fantasy map #fantasy worldbuilding #dnd maps

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daydreaming-in-daisies · 10 months

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My Scene Instagram Profiles | Jai 🐬🌺🌴

So I know Jai isn't a main character but I could NOT resist making an IG for her! There's barely any info about her on her My Scene fandom page so I had to improvise and do a little headcanoning (that's probably not a word lol) myself. Her beachy, tropical vibe just SCREAMS coconut girl. She wore bright colors in the movie so I tried to reflect that in her pics. I ran into that pic of a house in the top right corner and thought it was perfect! She was super friendly in the Jammin' in Jamaica movie and gave off a chill, island girl vibe. The fandom wiki said she sells accessories, so from that I just made her a jewelry maker who sells cute handmade items in her town. I also feel as though she'd be the type to change her hair all the time. I'm calling it now, she's the type who's always trying different crochet braid hairstyles, like really long goddess braids with beads or shells in them or something really cute like that 🧜🏾‍♀️✨

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leovenuslatina · 13 days

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Hey I hope you’re having day/night 🫂🫂

I ship you with 2015 harry styles, i dont know but i think you’ll vibe so much with long hair harry and damn you’d look good together. The vibes are just so powerful and strong. I don’t even know if you like Harry or not but that’s what I feel 🤡

My question :- My first time 💀

I look forward to your reading!! 🎀

hiii thank you for being so patient with me more ppl joined than i thought 😭😭😭

also your ship was sooo on point i loveeeeee 2015 harry even tho hes always been HUSBAND but that was such a good era from him !!! ♾️/10

LIKE CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS LOOK 👀

channeled song

your first time will be filled with luxury and it’ll be hella soft and easy bc of the song i feel like it’ll be abroad like outta the country somewhere tropical 🏝️ 🌴 🐠 in like a fancy ass hotel 🏨 like you and your FS will decide that they want your first time ultra special and hell book a trip to take your virginity in class and luxury 😍

#tarot asks #black tarot readers #latino tarotblr #leovenuslatina #asks open #faves

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alanicole · 18 days

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" Summer Bliss!"

A sizzling hot plate of scallops with melted cheese is placed in front of you, the cheese bubbling and golden in the bright sunlight. The scallops are soft and juicy, with their sweetness by the creamy richness of the melted cheese.🧀

Take a time to enjoy the experience as you get into a sand with a coconut drink. Feel the cold wind on your skin, listen to the beat of the waves, and let your problems melt away. Surrounded by nature's beauty, you'll experience a unique sense of calmness and serenity. If you want refreshment, energy, or a taste of paradise, a coconut drink on the beach provides it everything. It's more than just a beverage it represents relaxation, joy, and the simple joys of life. So, the next time you're by the shore, make sure to indulge in this tropical delicacy. After all, nothing beats drinking serenity from a coconut at the beachfront.🌴

The sizzling of shrimp hitting the hot grilles, the crackling of corn in the plate. Grilled seafood spears gleam with lemon and herb marinades as well. Corn on the cob, coated with butter and coated with sea salt. As the sun begins its steady dip below the sky, assemble your family around the table. It's a time of pure happiness, a celebration of togetherness and the simple joys of life at the sea with your family.🦀

Theme: Food & Drinks

#travelwritingandphotography

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bradshawsbaby · 10 months

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Ooooh, moodboard requests? Feels so weird to be on this side of things! 😂 That being said, how about BradBrad on vacation? 🌴 ✨

A tropical getaway with Bradley sounds like the perfect way to spend the summer! 🍹

#request a mood board #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster mood board #bradshawsbaby mood board #miles teller

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heneral29 · 5 months

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MANGGO CHEESCAKE!🥭

Embark on a journey of pure tropical delight with Mango cheesecake! 🌴 Imagine the sun-kissed sweetness of ripe mangoes, blended to perfection with velvety smoothness, creating a symphony of flavors that dance on your taste buds. Each sip is a tantalizing escape to a tropical paradise, where the vibrant essence of mangoes unfolds in a velvety swirl. It's not just a shake; it's a sensory celebration, a moment of pure indulgence that transports you to the orchards where the juiciest mangoes bask in the golden sunlight. Savor the richness, feel the refreshing coolness, and let the luscious mango notes linger, turning an ordinary day into a blissful retreat. Elevate your taste experience with our Mango Bliss Shake – because some moments deserve to be savored sip by delicious sip. 🥭✨

#Manggocheescake #PerfectBlend❣️

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kaibacorpintern · 2 years

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Summary: After Kaiba's dimension ship crash-lands in the ocean, Atem and Kaiba find themselves stranded on a remote tropical island.

Word Count: 62,000 | Chapters: 6/7 | Rating: M | Prideshipping

Did Atem feel indebted to him for bringing him back from Aaru… for saving him? Was that how he felt about it? Trapped in a sense of obligation, suffering Seto out of gratitude… better than being dead!

With a scoff of disgust, Seto cast the thought away, angry with himself for thinking it last night and for thinking it now. As panic, it was stale and recycled. He hadn’t come all this way just to confirm the world was divided into Setos and Gozaburos, beggars and monsters, sorted out by smashing them together. Whoever gets eaten, whatever chewed-up heap is left in a steaming broth of its own blood: that’s the one. That one is –

He flinched against it. He'd come because Atem told him the world wasn't like that, and he wanted to believe him. To believe in him.

It wasn’t two Yuugis anymore. It was two Atems: the one Seto didn’t trust, and the one he did. The past, and the future.

One of those Atems was walking back up the beach, a brown, flame-tipped figure dressed in white, with a pink flower tucked over his ear and the fishing poles slung over his shoulder. Dangling from his hand was a fat, silver fish on a line.

A/N: half a chapter left to write!

[🌴🐠🌊 read for romance, existentialism, and the ocean 🌊🐠🌴]

#fanfiction #prideshipping #intern memo #wish you were here!

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bungalowbear · 2 years

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Under the Midgardian Sun

Pairing: Thor x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You find solitude on a deserted island. But it doesn’t last long.

A/N: Here’s a little something to mark the end of summer. Let me know what you think!

You land on the small island and step out onto the hot sand with your trunk in tow, filled with your books, several changes of clothes, and a swimsuit. The sun shines brightly and warms your skin. The salty air in your lungs feels refreshing after your long journey.

This island is supposed to be uninhabited. At least by humans. You may encounter other native creatures during your stay but you don’t expect it to be a problem. For now your focus is creating a shelter for yourself. You gather fallen branches to use as support beams, foliage and twigs for overhead coverage, and fibers from pieces of bark to tie together all the materials you need to complete your small hut.

You settle in easily, catching a few fish from the ocean and managing to strike down some coconuts with a few well aimed rocks. You dig a pit and light a fire to cook your fish over. By the time it’s ready to eat the sun is just touching down on the horizon. You’re bathed in orange light as you listen to the sounds around you. The crackle of the fire. The waves crashing against the shore. The gentle wind blowing through the trees.

That night you have the best sleep you’ve had in years and the following week is spent in pure solitary bliss.

Your trunk sits open inside your hut. Clothes hang over the edges and graze the sand, cooler beneath the shade of your shelter. One book and your swimsuit are the only items missing. The book sits on a rock while you take a dip in the ocean. It’s not until later on when you venture on a hike deeper into the trees and stumble upon a waterfall that you plant yourself for a few hours to read while you sip from a coconut.

On your way back to your hut, you ponder on the paradise you’ve found. Here there is no worry, no strife. Only peace.

🌴

On a cloudless morning three weeks later, you take your routine stroll along the shore. The waves calm your mind and the sand warms your feet. You feel as if nothing can break you from this calm.

You’re proved wrong, however, when you spot a figure in the distance. You think you recognize her. The dark shoulder length hair and her antennae that sprout from atop her head. Three others step out from the tree line and trail behind her. The human and the grey skinned man argue about something while the blue and purple woman marches past them. They are dressed in their worn boots and leather jackets, looking wholly out of place against the back drop of sand and tropical trees.

It only takes you a few seconds to recognize who this ragtag group of travelers are, and your stomach plummets when you realize that if they’re here then he won’t be far behind. You look up at the sky. Where once there wasn’t a cloud in sight, the sky is gradually filling up with massive grey clouds that have you racing back to your hut.

You drop down onto your knees and begin hastily shoving your belongings into your trunk. You’re nearly finished but you don’t notice the towering figure behind you until a loud crack of thunder sounds, making you jump to your feet at the feel of an electric current in the air. You turn and face your unexpected guest. He ducks his head beneath the threshold of your hut when he steps forward.

“Hello, Princess.”

Thor is dressed in a red sleeveless leather vest, a pair of jeans, and boots. He looks just as out of place as the others, which is why you’re wary of his reason for being here.

“Don’t call me that,” you say.

“But you are a princess.” He crosses his arm, muscles bulging in an impressive display. “Are you not?”

You ignore his question and turn back to your trunk. “Why are you here, Thor?”

“Your father is worried about you.”

You scoff. “Sure he is.”

“He must be to have enlisted the help of the Guardians to locate and return his only daughter.” You hear his boots move across the sand, and feel the warmth of his body against your back. “As was I when your name was mentioned on the distress call.”

“How noble of you to come to my rescue.” You roll your eyes, packing your final piece of clothing and securing the latches on your trunk. You grip the handle and turn around. You have to get out of here. If Thor found you then your father eventually will too.

“You could have gone anywhere in the galaxy.” You move around Thor as he speaks, but his firm grip on your arm stops you from going further. “Why Earth?”

You pause before answering, debating how honest you want to be. “You brought me to this planet once. It was the only place I’d ever truly known peace.”

Thor’s grip loosens and his touch trails down your arm. His hand covers your closed fist. You let him uncurl it and thread his fingers through yours, and when he speaks it is a gentle whisper.

“If you needed me I would have come for you.”

“He never would have let you take me.” You sigh, giving his hand a soft squeeze. “I had to do this myself.”

Neither of you speak for a minute. He hasn’t let you go, and suddenly you aren’t in such a rush to flee. However, one question lingers in your mind.

“Are you going to take me back to him?”

“I should,” Thor says. “Your planet needs their princess.”

“No, they don’t.” A humorless chuckle escapes your lips. “My brother is heir to the throne and will make a far better king than my father. And all I will be is an ornament to be traded whenever the occasion should arise.”

“Where will you go then?”

“Anywhere I want.” You raise your chin defiantly. “I only answers to myself from now on.”

Thor leans forward and presses your foreheads together. “Would you consider coming with us?”

“I’m afraid not.” You answer honestly, pulling away. “You attract too much attention.”

Thor’s lips push out in a pout and it takes everything in you not to give in, but you won’t. You’ve been stuck on your home planet all your life. Now it’s time to explore the galaxy and find out who you are on your own.

“Perhaps our paths will cross again someday,” you say, softening the rejection.

“Someday,” Thor echoes.

You squeeze his hand once more and his fingers slowly unweave from between yours and you’re free to walk away. You don’t make it more than a yard though when suddenly you’re being spun into a familiar embrace. When Thor’s lips crash passionately against yours you don’t resist. You respond eagerly and are nearly breathless when you both part.

“Until next time, princess.”

You nod at the sincerity of his promise and press a kiss to his cheek, feeling the weight of his gaze as you leave him behind.

The distant sound of thunder reminds you that the island isn’t as bright as it should be. Though you see thin rays of sunlight peeking through the clouds as you board your spaceship.

#catalog #under the midgardian sun #thor x reader #thor #marvel

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