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thevillainswhore · 10 months

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Tension

Pairing: Massage Therapist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You’re devastated when your usual massage therapist becomes unavailable at the last minute, but an unexpected trainee is more than happy to handle you.

Warnings: Smut (fing-ering fem receiving, mentions of a-nal play, m-asturbation male receiving)

A/N: Unbeta’d, dividers by saradika and firefly-graphics - also a massive thank you to my babe @rookthorne for helping me edit my header, loves you bitch 💗

Listen, just please use your imaginations with the oil, let’s pretend it’s safe and can be used for… things 👀 okay thank you, enjoy x

Resting your head against the back of the waiting room leather chair, you await your appointment at your regular spa. Headache already starting to disappear from the eucalyptus aroma of incense seaping into your skin.

You needed this. The long work week draining you of all common sense to not hit your coworkers over their heads every two seconds, due to their incompetence. Now, it has finally come to a close, and you could take the opportunity to indulge in your guilty pleasure.

This was the only way you could continue to keep your head above water. A monthly treat to yourself of a two hour long full body massage - undisturbed peace and soft hands kneading the stress out of your body until it felt like you were floating.

And it was literally heaven on earth to let go of the strong willed nature that came with your work, placing your care into the hands of someone else. Giving up your responsibilities of taking charge and allowing another to take care of you for a little while.

It felt so good to let go. Forgetting all of your worries that seemed silly in the midst of the background waterfall noises that lulled you into calmness.

Jesus, you weren’t even on the massage table yet and you already felt so much lighter.

With that thought, the lovely receptionist, you’ve become familiar with from your numerous visits, walks out from the back room and addresses you with an apologetic expression.

“Miss, I’m so terribly sorry about this, but an unexpected personal emergency has come up for your regular therapist and she’s had to leave before your treatment today.”

Your face drops. The excited anticipation bubbling inside you from at last being able to relax, dying out instantly at her words.

Of course it wasn’t your therapist’s fault that you would miss out on the only pass time that gets you through the month. Of course, it wasn’t her fault you’d probably go home and scream into your pillow. Yet, you couldn’t help your internal frustration at the disappointing outcome.

It didn’t help that you hadn't had an orgasm for god knows how long too. The band inside was you on the verge of snapping. A massage being the only way to soothe the built up tension over the month and you feared you would have a mental breakdown from the added stress.

“Listen, I wouldn’t normally suggest this,” she goes on to explain as you lift your head with intrigue, “but we have a new massage therapist in training, free for your time slot. His clientele base is still quite small. However, he’s received great reviews and he’s happy to cover your treatment today - if that’s something you would consider. Would you like to meet him before coming to a decision?”

Fuck it. It’s either this or try to relieve yourself with your shitty vibrator at home that’ll probably die out before you can finish anyway. And you really didn’t want to make the dent in your bedroom wall any bigger from the other times you’d thrown the useless thing at it.

So, what harm could it do?

After agreeing to an introduction with the trainee, telling yourself you should at least see if you feel comfortable enough with him, you stand outside the private massage room, waiting to be invited in.

Eventually hearing a breathy shout of “Come in!”, the receptionist opens the door and allows you to step through, the seemingly young man’s back turned towards you as he fiddles with last minute preparations for your massage.

“Just tryna get everythin’ ready for ya, won’ be a minute.”

After finishing up and a final appraisal to the set up, the trainee spins on his fit, claps his hands together and looks at you directly, “Sorry ‘bout that, darlin’! The name's James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky, sweetheart, I’ll be lookin’ after’ya today.”

Holy shit, where the hell did they find this one?

Bucky’s mid length chocolate hair ran rogue with an errand piece falling into his eyes. It took all of your strength to not reach out and tuck it behind his ear, or maybe even scratch your nails through his hair just to grip it and tug to see if he whimpers.

Woah, settle down girl.

A tight white womens beater, stretched across his pecs, showcased his bulging arms and the pure muscle you couldn’t tear your eyes from. You were pretty sure you were drooling, but you couldn’t give a single fuck right now.

If you had to guess, you would have pinned him as a farmhand or a ranch owner from down south before he became a trainee massage therapist - it definitely would have explained his devilishly built form and his southern twang that has your knees weak.

That’s not the only reason I want my legs to be shaking.

It most definitely isn’t difficult to imagine Bucky with a cowboy hat sitting on his head, thick thighs clenching to keep himself steady riding a horse. Or how easy it is to picture him throwing stacks of hay over his shoulders, dirt covering his sweat glistened body as his pure strength gives him no trouble carrying them to the stables.

You don't even realise you still haven’t spoken a word, stood dumbstruck with your mouth gaping open and lost in your unholy thoughts about the living wet dream about to rub you up, completely forgetting another person was in the room with you.

The receptionist speaks up, “Are you comfortable with James stepping in-“

“Yes!”. Your cheeks burn hot with embarrassment from how quickly you answered, clearing your throat and steeling yourself not to continue making an idiot of yourself. “Um- yes of course, yes… not a problem at all.”

You miss Bucky’s sly little smirk as you make the effort to keep your gaze towards the floor, his tongue peaking out and wetting his lips as he gives you a once over.

Things were about to get interesting.

“So sweetheart, I’m gonna step out while you get changed, take all clothin’ off, start off with lyin’ on’ya stomach for me and cover y’lower half with a towel - I’m sure y’know the drill by now.”

Reverting your attention back onto him, your pulse quickens at his nonchalant conversing of stripping naked. Okay, it was standard procedure for the therapist to go over protocol, but that talk from him is sinfully criminal.

Walking up to the door, Bucky suddenly turns around, “Oh and don’t forget to take off the underwear too, darlin’, be back in a tick.” Bucky winks and slaps the doorframe, finally leaving the room.

Fuck my life.

You have a couple of minutes to compose yourself before Bucky comes back. Changing out of your clothes was almost a relief - sweat clinging to your skin from meeting him and that freaking accent that drove your mind wild. Your panties seemed to agree too, considering the sticky mess that clung to your folds as you pulled them down your legs.

As you now lay face down on the table, folded towel covering your ass - back and legs on display - you anxiously wait for Bucky’s arrival, muscles subtly twitching from either your stress or the need to get fucked.

Probably both.

The door opens to your only knowledge of hearing, sight only focused on the floor from the carved head cushion allowing your face to sit through it. Goosebumps raise on your arms as you listen to the door then quietly close and footsteps get closer towards your direction.

You hold your breath when you see boots stop into your peripheral and legs bend to show a pair of thick thighs straining against the denim of his jeans.

Yep, definitely Bucky.

Lifting your head slightly to look at his face when he doesn’t speak, you choke on your spit when you find him shirtless, stomach marveled with so many abs. You would count, but you’re a little afraid you’ve lost brain cells from his presence alone. And all hope is gone when you see his jeans strung low on his waist - ‘v’ line tantalising your dignity as you wonder how morally wrong it could be to drop to your knees and lick it.

You’re not proud to say you don’t take anything he says in as Bucky begins going through what’s to be expected for your treatment. Ever the professional as you think he probably tells you what to do should you like any adjustments made with his pressure or technique. Luckily, you seem to have gotten away with it as he stands and picks up some oil, tilting your head back down to do some breathing exercises.

“Jus’ the massage today then, sweets? Y’know I wouldn’t mind throwin’ a free facial in there for y’too with the trouble y’had.”

What the fuck?

Your brain short circuits. Surely he must hear what he’s saying out loud… right?

Inwardly shaking your head, you put it down to the lack of intimacy you had gotten recently, mind conjuring illicit fantasies and turning everything he says into something dirty.

You stutter to reply, “N-no, that’s o-okay, just the massage i-is fine.”

The small smile on Bucky’s face is so innocent, like he hasn’t just rebooted your entire being. “Alrightie then darlin’, lemme get started then.”

Guess them breathing exercises went to shit.

Bucky begins slicking his hands up with the massage oil, lathering between his fingers and ensuring all crevices are glistening - especially his veins that bulge all the way up his forearm.

“I’m warnin’ y’though, I’m quite good with my hands.”

You don’t have time to stop yourself blurting the next automatic thought in your head out into the open.

“I bet you are.”

If you could slap yourself you would. Cringing in despair at your ability to make yourself look stupid. You expect things to turn awkward, for Bucky to show unease and even stop the session altogether.

To your surprise, you feel a whisper of a breath caress your neck as he mumbles the very thing to probably cause your death.

“Oh, you have no idea, darlin’.”

The start of the massage truly had your nerves settling down and calming you enough to actually enjoy yourself. Yeah, you still struggled with keeping your cool with Bucky’s huge hands caressing you with his sensual touch, but you managed to stop your squirming and relax.

Bucky however, couldn’t keep a straight head for the life of him. Softness of your skin and the feel of your curves literally in the palms of his hands had his cock threatening to bust the zipper of his jeans.

Timid little thing you were, so skittish when you saw him and he just had to have a little fun with you. That soon backfired on him the second he got a hold of you. Fingers itching to just smooth down your luscious body and open you up like his own personal present.

Unfortunately, he had to make do with rubbing his erection against the edge of the massage table to give him some relief. You were just so sexy - a stunning face and an amazing figure - never mind how fucking adorably shy you were.

Just my type and I’ll be damned if I don’t get a piece’a ya, sweetheart.

Was it wrong for him to be thinking of a client this way? Of course. Would Bucky most definitely get fired before he’s even completed his training should anyone find out? No doubt about it. Was that going to change his mind over what he was about to do next?

Absolutely fucking not.

You had succeeded in keeping your moans and whimpers locked away when Bucky reached particularly sensitive spots on your back. No, not the ones that felt a little too tender, the places his touch elicited your growing desire - as much as you tried to hide it, he could still hear your little intakes of breaths.

But that’s not what I’m after sweetie, I wanna hear how good I’m makin’ you feel.

So, he comes up with a plan.

“Oh darlin’, I can feel all those knots in y’upper back, been workin’ so hard ain’t ya, sweets?”

Fuck, you really had. And Bucky’s praise paired with his seductive voice makes you feel all gooey with neediness, trying to stop yourself sinking into your fuzzy headspace as you reply back. “Y-yeah, I mean I guess so.”

“How ‘bout we try somethin’ different, hm?” Bucky begins to explain, “Reckon if we got y’to bend them legs into a kneelin’ position then it’d feel so much better.”

The sincerity of his voice has you rethinking your suspicions towards how exposed you might be. You still had the towel to cover anything private and while your old therapist never suggested anything like this, Bucky may have learned something new and wanted to try it out.

So you begin to do as he’s asked. “Um, l-like this?”

“Tha’s it, arch that back for me, sweetie.” Again, you follow his instructions all too easily. “Little more for me- there ya go, jus’ like that.”

Bucky can’t help the groan that slips out as he observes the thin towel curve over the shape of your ass. You’re not much higher from the first position you were in, but the subtle lift in your legs, and bowed back allows a perfect image for him.

And a perfect chance.

“Gonna work on y’legs now, sweetheart, lemme know if somethin’ ain’t feelin’ good.”

You don’t have a chance to reply as Bucky begins to knead the muscles in your legs. An unrestrained moan escaping from your lips as he uses his thumbs to work the tension out. You feel as though you've been transported to another world, eyes rolling to the back of your head in glorious pleasure.

Meanwhile, Bucky is having the time of his life watching the jiggle of your ass every time he switches up the motion of his strokes. You don’t seem to notice the towel slowly shifting upwards, revealing the bottom of your ass cheeks to him.

He just needs your legs to spread that tiny bit more so he can see your pretty little pussy.

“That feelin’ good for ya, darlin’?”

Apparently, you let go of all inhibitions from the satisfaction Bucky’s hands bring you, all but unbashfully moaning, “Mhmm, god yes Bucky, feels so fuckin’ good.”

That’s what I love to hear.

“Amazin’. Doin’ so great for me sweetheart, jus’ let ya’self relax and Bucky will take care a ya.”

The dip of your back deepens as you unknowingly start to bring your legs more under you, ass canting up like a cat as Bucky’s thumbs rub close to the crevice under your ass cheeks.

He’s so dangerously close to his prize, he can literally see the wetness that’s spilled from your cunt, coating your inner thighs.

Fuck it.

Bracing for the worst, Bucky’s thumb runs over your pussy lips and your breath hitches as the bolt of electricity that shoots through your body. Now fully aware of his intentions, you expect yourself to feel a slither of outrage, some kind of anger at him for letting it go this far and yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to stop him.

Bucky pauses his thumbs in question, waiting to back off as soon as you deny him and allowing you the freedom of consent.

But, you want this.

The fact he stops his ministrations within an inch of your cunt has you unable to hold back your loud whine, ass pushing back into his hold to try and get him to carry on.

As much as Bucky loves your enthusiasm and he’s almost certain you want this as much as he does, he needs to hear your verbal consent in order for him to proceed. “Ah ah, sweet girl, need to know y’want this, need to hear y’say it.”

With great difficulty, fog clouding your head, you manage to mumble a whimper of agreement. “Fuck, y-yes pleaseee Bucky, give it to me.”

And that’s all the confirmation he needs.

Bucky places both thumbs on each cheek and spreads them apart to reveal your pretty, slick pussy, hole pulsing, almost begging to be filled.

You whimper as you feel his long pointer finger slide through the mess you’ve made and teasingly give your throbbing clit a little tap for good measure.

The little shit even has the audacity to chuckle at your desperation.

“Look at ya darlin’, such a fuckin’ good girl for me, ya think we can get y’a little more wet, hm?”.

He laughs at your stutter, no worries for him though, he can’t wait to make sure he leaves your head empty enough for not one single thought to cross your mind.

Bucky gently slaps your leg and bends over you to whisper in your ear, “turn around, pretty girl.”

The last defence of the towel covering your modesty falls from your body as you quickly move to lie on your back, too fucked out to even notice the breeze that hardens your nipples and exposes your tits to Bucky’s gaze.

He could’ve just picked you up and fucked you against the wall right then and there. But Bucky’s a patient man, and he’s not about to put his pleasure before yours. He wants this to last.

Straddling the table as he combs his wild hair back, Bucky grabs your thighs over his forearms with feral need to drag you down towards him, placing your legs over each of his and separating them. This was his personal slice of heaven.

The view of your cunt and the bounce of your tits has him gripping his cock over his jeans, shaky breaths rattling his chest over how turned on he is from the sight - you really were a goddess, a doll for him to play with until you couldn’t walk.

Releasing himself and grabbing the bottle of oil from the table next to him, Bucky looks directly into your eyes, his own hooded as he unscrews the lid. Your high pitched moans and whimpers have his nerves set alight and he can’t wait to see your face as you cum from his fingers alone.

“Buck-Bucky, what a-are you d-doing?”. It takes everything in you to lift yourself on to your elbows, looking down to see him hovering the bottle over your pussy.

“Y’trust me, sweet girl?”. Fuck, with that voice alone you’d put your whole faith in him.

You gently nod as you never take your eyes away from his, that wicked smirk adorning his face as his eyes light up from your answer.

“Good.”

That’s the last thing you hear before you feel the cold splash of oil drip against your pussy and your shocked moan fills the room as your arms give out.

The liquid rolls down your folds, down to your puckered hole and the thought quickly surpasses Bucky of what your reaction would be if he suggested a little anal play.

First things first, Barnes.

Right.

After emptying the remainder of the oil over you, Bucky tosses the bottle onto the floor, and begins to run his fingers over your cunt, shining in all its pleasurable glory. Trailing down to your hole, Bucky begins to press one finger inside you, stopping at the first knuckle only to take it back out and repeat his torturous teasing.

You can’t help your squirming - hands fisted tight in your hair as your toes curl. The relief of a second finger added to the first only lasts for a minute as again, he torments you by going no further than his first knuckles. All you want is for him to slide his fingers as deep as they can go, but Bucky is far too mesmerised with the glisten of his fingers and the feel of your fluttering little pussy.

“W-want more, baby, p-please Bucky, need more.”

The term of endearment as his feasted eyes snap up to look at you, has his cock twitching - you looked so fucking beautiful like this for him and the pleading in your features has him going soft on you.

Always was a sucker for pretty girls begging.

“Need more, sweetheart? Alright pretty girl, y’can have some more.”

You soon figure how Bucky was holding out on you as he fucks you with his two fingers at a quickened pace, the squelch of mixed juices from your cunt loud to your ears and you’d be embarrassed if Bucky didn’t enjoy it.

And he really did, the sound of your arousal leaking out of you because of him leaves him feeling untamed, beastly, as his veins bulge from his arms. His cock is aching, hard from how much he gets off on your pleasure - he knows he can make it better for you, though. He won’t be happy until you lose your voice because of him.

Slowing down, his deep rumble has the knot in your stomach tightening even more, “Think y’can handle another, sweetie? ‘Cause I think y’can, think this wet pussy needs to be filled up till she can’t take no more.”

With that, Bucky eases a third finger along with his other, the stretch just right to have you wailing out with consistent cries of his name.

Curling his fingers against your upper wall, Bucky searches for that spongey rough patch - he wants you to see stars and he isn’t giving up till you do.

“Hold on a sec sweets, lemme just-, find… oh, there it is.”

All of a sudden your back shoots off the table and your scream of pleasure drowns out the sounds of waterfalls in the background.

“Fuck!”

“Tha’s right darlin’, lemme hear y’scream for me.”

You grip his wrist to keep his hand fucking you, his perfect rhythm too good for you to speak something tangible. But you can’t have him changing anything, you need him to keep everything the same, so you can finish.

Bucky still finds it so fucking hot, sweat from exertion gathering on his neck and dripping down his chest. He couldn’t care less, he just wants to see you cum.

He physically has to use his free arm to force your legs open, it won’t do that you’re trying so desperately to close your legs around him. No. He wants to see you tremble in his hold. He’s fucking craving it.

“C’mon baby, know y’so close sweet girl.”

You are so fucking close, so near to that orgasm you haven’t had in so long - you’ve turned dumb, world blurring around you, only important thing in your mind getting to finish.

And you’re done for as soon as Bucky places his thumb on your swollen clit and circles.

“BUCKY!”

He watches as your shrieks fall from your mouth. Tremors rack through your body, legs finally able to close around his hand as tears from the intensity roll down your temples. You’re in your element and he’s never seen sexier in his entire life.

White cream drips from your pussy as Bucky slowly takes his fingers out, not able to help himself as he plays with your folds and starts to fuck your cum back into you.

Soon enough, you begin to calm down, heavy breathing with your occasional whine of overstimulation from his motions blessing his ears.

He leans down to pepper kisses over your heaving stomach and underneath your breasts, other hand stroking over your heated skin and up to your cheek.

“Easy girl, that’s it, deep breaths.”

Bucky continues to talk you down and strokes your sweaty hair back from your face, your eyes closed and mouth open, panting.

He stops his ministrations altogether, but keeps his fingers inside you, his body connected over yours to settle some of his weight on you and bring you back down to earth.

Giving you a couple of minutes to come down from your fluffy clouds, Bucky analyses all your signals to make sure you’re okay and that you feel safe - and once he completes all his internal checks, he flashes you a dazzling smile.

“So… this may be a bit forward a’me, but what d’ya say I take y’out on a date tomorrow night?”

You chuckle breathlessly at his little joke - as if he didn’t already have his fingers still in your cunt. “Only if you answer my question.” you counter back.

“Sure thing, lil’ darlin’.”

Trying to keep your expression aloof you ask, “What did you do before you started training to be a massage therapist?”

He looks like a little confused puppy as he cocks his head and frowns, but answers anyway with a cheeky squint of his eyes.

“I used to work on my mama’s ranch back home, sweetheart.”

Your head rolls back onto your shoulders as Bucky begins picking up the steady pace of his fingers again, fucked out smile on your face in rememberance to your guesses from earlier.

Fucking knew it.

He may not have the slightest clue what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t have to know as long as he’s the one who’s making you smile like that.

And, he already can’t wait for your next meeting as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls down his zipper to bring his dick out and start fucking his fist while he enjoys the sight of his other hand fucking your cunt.

“Now, we got another hour to make sure ya get what y’paid for darlin’, so hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”

A/N: who doesn’t love a happy ending, right? ��

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rheya28 · 6 months

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onlylovingstrangers · 2 years

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BREAKING UP WITH ATSUMU

This was not how you'd pictured your vacation.

You stormed ruefully down the marble steps. Your footsteps echoed, and so did the sob that tore out of you as you whirled around, facing the man who so urgently shadowed you.

"I can explain," his eyes were wild, coiffed hair desperately messy, hands gesturing wildly. "Please. Please, I beg. Just— let me explain, okay baby? I'll get on my knees. Just hear me out, okay baby?"

Atsumu sure knows how to put on an act, you realized.

All this time, you'd known he was theatrical. You just hadn't expected his performance to be so good.

"You, you beg me?" The fresh wave of tears surging stung your skin, sensitive from the millions of tears you had already shed. "That might just be the most ridiculous thing you've said tonight."

You'd thought you were playing the role of a lover. You see now you've been given the role of a fool.

Three months ago, when Atsumu showed you the reservation he'd made — a five star resort, the most luxurious spa package available, private pool access, a whole suite for the two of you — you thought he was bringing you here to propose to you.

It had all checked out. You've been living together for a couple of years, he loved your family and they loved him, and — perhaps the most soul-baring of them all — you had just told him your deepest, darkest secret. I used to be cyber bullied, you told him, blushing because you didn't want him to think that something was wrong with you, like that anonymous bastard did.

I was bullied really badly.

So badly that you had stopped going to school for the rest of the year. So badly that for the rest of high school, you took online classes for a graduation certificate instead. So badly that you'd suffered so many violent panic attacks, anxiety attacks, and nightmares that you contemplated ending things.

The next day, Atsumu had surprised you with a large envelope in his hands.

So yeah, you thought he was about to propose. Not in a million years did you think Atsumu was bringing you here to confess all these years later that he had been the bully. The one who sent all things demeaning and hateful to your inbox, the one who humiliated you for the whole school to like and comment and retweet and reblog.

"I—"

"No," you spit. "You don't get to talk to me."

Your mother had cried on your behalf. Your father had gotten on his knees at the police station so they would pursue the case seriously.

"I just one thing to say," Atsumu says breathlessly. "I know I'm an absolute piece of shit. The worst. I can't even begin ta explain or make amends, ever. I know,..."

You'd prayed for revenge. And here, finally, the opportunity presented itself.

Fate took weird twists and turns, but in the end, you came out on top.

Because you knew his vulnerable spot. You knew Atsumu had a violent fear of being abandoned.

His mother had left when he was in junior high, leaving him and his brother to fend for themselves. His father was emotionally distant for most of his life. His brother had deserted their dream of pro-volleyball to become a chef, and though Atsumu spoke heartily of Miya Onigiri, you knew that deep down, the betrayal still stung.

You used to think that Atsumu's suffering was precocious, that his terror of being left behind was a sign of his humility. Now you thought it was simply a by product of being so wholly self-obsessed, of being dangerously self-entrenched.

"...just wanta let ya know. I love you. I can't undo the past—"

"That's right," you said coldly. "You can't undo the past, but I can fill in the future. I don't want to see you ever again."

Suddenly the air tore, sounding like a paper ripping in half.

Where the hell was this sound coming from? Atsumu felt like he couldn't breathe. He sunk to his knees, clutching his throat.

He looked up at you with wide eyes, clutching his throat. How could you be so composed when he was dying?

You stood still, wiping the last of your tears coolly. "Oh, you're fine," you told him. "You're only having a little panic attack. And you know what? You deserve it." You turned on your heel to leave.

"Wait!" Atsumu managed to rasp. "Wait!" He was crying, he realized. Salty tears dropped from the tip of his nose, leapt from the edge of his jawline. "Ya can be mad at me, ya can hate me, ya can want to kill me, but ya can't leave me! Ya can't not need me anymore! Ya can't go," his voice cracked.

You became a silhouette, then a speck, and then part of the horizon.

"She'll come back," he whispered to himself as a mantra. "She'll come back. She'll come back. She'll come back. She'll —" something was digging sharply into his backside. The pain managed to somewhat snap him out of his trance.

Atsumu pulled out a velvet box from his back pocket.

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i just wanted to say i really liked your garp fic and i was wondering if you were going to do a part 2?

Bonnie Lass (2/2)

Masterlist Here, Part 1 Here.

Word Count: 7,925

Synopsis: You finally meet with the handsome older gentleman at the other end of the den-den-mushi. He promises a night you will both not forget in a hurry - will it live up to that expectation?

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+ You have been warned, smut, p in v sex, oral afab!receiving, bonnie lass - wee bonnie - lass - bonnie gendered terms used, afab! reader, "The Garpening", flirting, supportive boss Mihawk, den-den-mushi calls, both are shameless, age gap, unprotected, creampie.

Notes: This fic was brought to you by a bottle of wine, long chats with @carrotsunshine, @since-im-already-here, @sordidmusings, and @feral-artistry, my incessant need to write for older men, and an overbearing need to know exactly where Garp's appetite leads him.

Apprehensive and Apologetic Tag list: @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @cinnbar-bun @i-love-myself-xd @the-reas0n-is-y0u

The seabreeze whipped through your hair, the gullsong serenading you as Mihawk’s vessel made to dock at the Marine port. You squint your eyes up, staring at the bleached stone walls of the large building that held the promise of good food and pleasurable company. Hanging on the words Vice-Admiral Garp last spoke to you, your body immediately felt compelled to wander forward to exit the ship and gleefully skip towards the mighty doors.

But you knew better.

The presence of your boss, Dracule Mihawk, fell beside you: his bicep brushing with the pointed tip of your shoulders as he physically began rumbling a low growl. He despised attending meetings held by the World Government, meaning he would likely require additional resources to get him through the week you were to remain docked at harbor.

“My lord,” you addressed him, turning your body with a curt nod to him. He hummed in response, unbreaking his eyes away from the headquarters of the world government. With a small exhale of breath, you regained your composure and began relaying his itinerary for the day to him.

“An hour after we dock, your presence is required to partake in a meeting of the warlords of the sea,” you began, elevating your clipboard and scanning the paper pages for the next item on his agenda, “Afterwards, you have a brunch with Boa Hancock and Jinbei - to what end, I was made unaware. After that, you’ll be given your assignment to rid the outer ring of the ‘unruly plague of piracy’ the World Government deems important enough for your skill - likely to be completed over four days of battle, given the numbers,” Your brows furrowed, searching the pages for further information, “Then you are to meet with your tailor, just before your new headshots are to be confirmed by den-den-mushi.”

Mihawk clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as the marines roped his ship into port. The more you spoke, the more agitated he became. Not agitated at you, never agitated with you - he despised these meetings, and hoped that bringing you along would ensure a safe and swift encounter. He always struggled with managing his agendas and itineraries with these encounters, almost electing to bring you along simply for moral support if nothing else.

“And then?” Mihawk spat through his clenched jaw, fists balling at his sides.

“And then,” you confirmed, placing your clipboard under your arm and smiling up at your boss, “You have been booked into an onsen for a private spa, a massage and hot stone session in the hamam, and,” you stepped further towards Mihawk, adjusting his overcoat and soothing over his shoulders to rid the material of fray, “After that, I have sent a bottle of Rosso, and asked for for the next book in that romance series you have been indulging in to be awaiting you in your personal suite.”

Mihawk exhaled a sigh of relief, clapping a hand over your shoulder in a gesture of appreciation. You smiled up at your boss, nodding at him to affirm your notion of providing his relief. You turned away, bringing your attention back up to the top of the building, and focussed your pointed gaze at the silhouette glaring over the balcony of the highest point.

“And while I am distracted by a good book and a bottle of wine,” Mihawk’s taunting purr cracked into your ear, “Where will you be, my dear?” You drew a sheepish grin up to your lips, a faint flush igniting your cheeks

Mihawk leant down into your ear, his breath tingling and hot against your flesh as he uttered his warning into your ear.

“Wined and dined by an old man?” he taunted down, his smirk visibly present in his tone, “Keeping me at bay while you enjoy a few stiff drinks, before being railed by something else stiff-.”

“Lord Dracule Mihawk!” you scolded him, turning to join your ignited gaze against his playful, honey-colored orbs, “I am first and foremost your assistant.” Mihawk’s lips twitched at the corners, indicating his amusement as close to a smile as he would ever publicly display. You huffed out your breath, shaking your head while adding, “I have never met him in person, and he is yet to extend a formal invitation to join him for dinner. I will be busy all day tending to your affairs, as I always am, Sir.” His amusement never lessened, only growing on his lips with another twitch.

“And after the day of your duties?” Mihawk’s brow twitched in interest, “What then?”

“What then,” you shoved your index finger into his chest, scraping it up to tap the tip of his nose, “Is that I will be tucked safely within my bedsheets after a long bath and a hot meal. I am here to serve you, sir. I am your assistant, and I am a damn good one.”

“That you are, dear,” he confirmed, placing his other hand on your shoulder, holding you in place, “Which is why, after today, I have given you three days paid shore leave.” Your stunned silence only propelled him on further to add, “Buy yourself a new pretty dress, and enjoy the sights,” he leant forward with a small wink, his darkened lashes kissing against the waterline to hide his brilliant amber eyes briefly, “And then, get the old man to roar your name in the thralls of joint ecstacy. By my orders, dear. You have earnt it.”

The warm rise of warmth held against the apples of your cheeks all day, constantly repeating Mihawk’s comments in a circular swirl within your mind. From the moment your temporary office was welcomed by a pink-haired cadet, to filling in a variety of paperwork, to taking various den-den-mushi calls, to clocking out for the day - the flushed heat held firm against your cheeks.

No whisper of a word, nor scroll of a calligraphed note, graced your temporary office with its presence. You honestly thought you had been forgotten, neglected in the knowledge that you had journeyed long beside Dracule Mihawk to be within close proximity to the man who held your undivided attention every day for the past year.

Just as you were packing away your desk for the day, the den-den-mushi began to roar to life on your wooden countertop. The reverberation of its guttural grunts and gurgles had you satiating its tone by answering the call.

“Lord Dracule Mihawk’s den-den-mushi. State your intentions, and make it quick-,” you growled, your professional tone wavering in agitation due to the proximity of your shift ending.

“-Oh, sweet bonnie lass. I dinnae mean t’keep ‘ye waitin’,” the soothing drawl of Vice-Admiral Garp purred through the transponder. You huffed out an exasperated breath, your brows furrowing further against your forehead as you navigated through your swelling mind.

“Vice-Admiral,” your warning tone cut through the air, halting all further conversation with a concluding utterance of, “My office hours have concluded for the day. Should you desire to reach Dracule Mihawk for any need, you may try again at-.” Your words were stolen from you by Garp’s tone cutting through them like a knife through hot butter.

“-Please, lass,” his plea cracked through the den-den-mushi, holding you hostage to his words, “Please dannae brush me aside. I have been in meetin’s all day, and I have been trying to claw my way to you from the wee hours of the morn, to the quiet moments of the noon.” You rotated your neck, relieving tension found within the tight bands of your muscles.

“Vice-Admiral,” you began, interrupted once again by his rumbling brogue growling through the mouthpiece of the den-den-mushi, “I have had a long journey at sea. My only welcome being more work at the bequest of my employer. I do not have time to entertain you over the transponder today. If you desire to speak further, you can try again tomorrow, Vice-Admiral-.”

“-Garp, lass. It’s Garp, please,” his breathy voice gasped through the speaker, “I’ll make it up to you, I swear. I should’ve been down by the docks waiting - up to my knees in sea water to reign your ship in with my bare hands.” You hummed at the thought: a high and mighty Vice-Admiral of the marines lowering himself to the duties of a simple cadet at the chance of meeting his eyes with your own in person.

You took a moment's pause, contemplating his words and mulling the thought of him demonstrating his strength and stamina to you while shepherding Mihawk’s ship into port. Did he have old navy tattoos on his biceps? Did his advanced age hinder his ability to perform such a task? Gathering he was the one who suggested such a notion, and him being a man of high honor, you gathered he would be up to such a muscle burning task.

“Alright, Garp,” you hummed into the transponder, leaning back into the transponder and purring through your vocal challenge, “Make it up to me.”

A shuddered groan sparked through the mouthpiece, your own giddy joy elevating in your chest and igniting your body with soft tingles. If he had this much sway over you with just a small growl of his voice, you were unsure of where the next few moments were to bring you.

“Meet me at the docks in two hours, Bonnie Lass,” his tone was hushed enough to draw you in closer, your ears pricking to catch every syllable granted to you, “And I’ll treat you to a night you willnae forget in a hurry.” Your broad grin split your face, a small squeak of joy threatening to escape your lips with a soft hum.

“And how should you like me, Garp?” you asked him, your taunting purr calling further into the receiver end, “Should I prepare my wardrobe for an outdoor activity,” you questioned, your foot tapping lightly within the air while hooking over your knee, “Or should I just throw a coat over some lingerie and call it a night?”

Several cracking objects bent and broke, echoing throughout the den-den-mushi transponder; something akin to wood snapping and nails tearing through mahogany. You rewarded such a sound with a melodic giggle, only producing more creaking wood noises in consequence.

“Wear something dainty for me,” a low rumbled growl purred at you, “What you choose to wear under it is your prerogative.”

“Aye, Sir,” you confirmed with a curt nod, “Two hours, and I’ll be all yours.”

“All mine,” his low drawl parroted back to you, the giddy chirp of his voice endearing in your ears. At the click of the receiver, you sprung immediately into action and hurried out of the office doors.

You bid a cheery farewell to the cadets loitering in the hallway, thanking them for arranging your office, before leaving the washed-stone building of the World Government headquarters. Your smile never left your lips, the promise of meeting the man who held your romantic affections weighing heavily on your mind and fluttering harshly within the pit of your stomach.

While bathing, cleansing your skin and hair, and ensuring every part of you was styled and scented with the sweet and sultry persona you had presented yourself to be, your thoughts turned to pondering unspoken questions. Will he enjoy the way you present yourself? Will he behave like the perfect gentleman? How should you act: the way you shamelessly speak over the den-den-mushi, or poised like a lady? Would he like this particular color on you, or on the floor beside you?

You shook your head to rid them of the spiraling doubts, soothing over your tight dress and hooking your coat over your forearm while exiting the suite you had organized for yourself. Clicking and locking your door behind you, your eyes briefly met with Mihawks: a book tucked under his arm and wine bottle within his grasp, twirling the cork with his screw and filling his wine glass in the window. He shot you a knowing look, mouthing the words: “make him roar.”

Your cheeks flooded with the heat of scorched oil, flash point igniting in your eyes at the final utterance of support from your boss. Shaking your head, you made your way briskly to the docks. The dimly lit lamplight illuminated your path, the click of your heels tapping lightly on the solid sandstone pathway. The flap of gulls wings shepherded your final steps atop the docks, your eyes meeting with a truly unique sight you were not expecting in the least.

In the middle of the pier stood a highly decorated marine, silver hair backlit by the radiance of the moon and standing with his wrists clenched behind his back. His beard was neatly cropped, his eyes fixed on your approach, his lips exhaling a shaky breath he prayed you didn’t notice. As your feet carried your body closer, you halted a few feet away from him, tilting your chin and pursing your lips playfully up at him.

“Vice-Admiral,” you purred up at him seductively, your eyes wide and innocent to contradict your expression.

“Bonnie-Lass,” he gruffly commented in response, a smile painted brilliantly on his lips. A delightful shudder flew up your spine at his undistorted voice finally meeting with you. You flit your eyes hastily over him, examining his stature inquisitively - a gesture he returned with gusto, eyes hovering over your meticulously cared and styled hair and outfit.

“May I invite ‘ye aboard, lass?” Garp’s softness in his tone pulled you in, his arms waving behind him to gesture towards his impressive ship, “I ‘kin understand if being on a ship again after so much time on the water might no’ agree with ‘ye-.”

“-I would love to see your ship, Captain,” you remarked gleefully, stepping past his arms and following his gesture to the broadwalk, “I adore sea travel, and enjoy the rocking of the waves. I find it comforting.”

As you stepped past, your intoxicating radiance graced Garp with the aroma of your sweet perfume. The way your presence called him immediately to follow you, his feet falling in tow with your every step, was not something he ever accounted for.

The moment your voice picked up the receiver of the den-den-mushi, Garp’s sour mood was immediately stifled under your comforting tone. The first time he called Castle Kuraigana to relay orders to the broody warlord of the sea, he was ill-prepared to be met with a tone so honey-sweet and kind. He was immediately smitten, often calling the castle with any excuse he could muster to hear more of your sweetness pouring onto him through the speaker of his den-den-mushi.

But now you were here in person, Garp truly had no idea how to handle you. He did not know if you would allow him the luxury of holding you against himself in a warm and welcoming embrace. He did not desire to lean down and claim your lips with a kiss, only to be met with a turn of your cheek and an utterance of, “You’re too old for me,” falling from your lips. He truly did not know what to expect from you, and the unspoken anxiety was eating at his stomach and clouding his mind.

“Garp?” you called over to him, halting your advance onto his ship and turning to face him, “Are you going to guide me along your vessel, or am I to find my own way without you?” Garp snapped his eyes to meet with yours, his winding thoughts pausing as he bore his intense gaze into you.

“Although I do enjoy exploring new areas, I would prefer to be ushered in with the pleasure of your company,” you continued, a coy smile springing to your features, “After all the promises you made to me of the many months we’d been speaking,” you took a step back, falling closer to his larger body, “I would prefer you to keep your word.”

“And which word might that be, lass?” his gruff whisper crooned down at you, his eyes half-lidded and lips parted in desperation, “I had promised ‘ye an array of mischief, if ‘me old mind serves correct.”

“Considering I’ll be on, I’m assuming, this ship for the next few days while Mihawk completes his assignment,” you contemplated, darting your focus between his two eyes, “Would you show me to my quarters so I may send for my belongings to arrive on the morrow?”

“All work an’ no play, lass?'' he huffed a small laugh down at you, “An’ here I thought you’d want something more playful the first time we met in person, or perhaps something a little more-...” His thoughts trailed off, his tone almost disappointed at your formal conversation. He took it as his first rejection from you, opting to not push his expectation and desires onto you should it make you uncomfortable.

You exhaled through your nose, your smile not leaving your lips as you shook your head at him. As Garp allowed his spiraling thoughts to plague his mind, fully trapped within his misguided notion you had rejected his flirtatious advances, he didn’t feel the grip of your fingers around his teal tie until his body was thrust forward by the strength of your forearm.

Drawing all of the power you could muster, alongside the courage you felt you needed to complete such a feat, you claimed the lips of the decorated Vice-Admiral of the marines beneath your own. You set a bruising pace, turning your head and standing yourself up on the tips of your toes to reach more of him. Your other hand found his broad chest, dropping your coat to the floor while fisting the material of his outer coat beneath your palm and cradling him closer to yourself.

Stepping backwards onto the ship, you ushered his hulking body aboard while unbreaking from the passionate embrace. As your knees knocked with a hard benchtop behind you, you ushered the larger man to turn, forcing his body down to sit himself down on the bench. You opened your mouth, your tongue raking against his bottom lip.

A groan fled from his lips, Garp’s needy hands grasping at your flesh over the material of your dress. Fistfulls of the material was claimed within Garp’s hands, the hemline of the material being shimmied up your thighs to grant more of your flesh to be exposed to him. He opened his mouth, allowing you to seek out his tongue to brush against your own with expert and practiced precision.

As the material continued to ride up your body, you hooked your knees either side of his broad thighs and straddled his waist. The split side of your dress strained beneath the grasps of Garp’s hands, stretching the material harshly before your ears pricked at the harsh ‘rip’. You squeaked in Garps mouth, drawing your lips away from his with a frown.

“You tore my dress!” you exclaimed, your accusatory reprimand mixing with a hidden smile beneath your frown, “It was my favorite!” Garp paid your chastising tone no mind, peppering your neck with several, open-mouthed kisses.

“I’ll buy ‘ye twelve more,” he gasped, nipping and sucking at the exposed flesh of your neck, “All the colors you desire,” he raked his teeth against your jaw, “All the patterns in the world.” You keened a small moan into the air when he found a sensitive piece of flesh between your throat and your pulse.

His hand dipped between the material of your dress, raking his fingertips over your thigh to hold your hip only to pause while held in complete shock.

“You’re ‘nae wearing anythin’ beneath this dress, bonnie lass,” he growled against your jaw, his teeth catching on the bone and clamping over your soft skin.

“You said it was my prerogative,” you gasped, turning your head to seek out his lips with your own, “Why do you think I wanted you to show me to my quarters, Sir?” You pressed a long and heavy kiss against his lips before tearing yourself away once more. “But it seemed as if you couldn't handle the uncertainty for a moment longer,” you kissed his whiskered cheek, “So I am improvising.”

Garp immediately responded by raking his broad hands beneath your bare ass, barely covered by the material of your dress, hoisting you into the air and marching you throughout the corridors with heavy and intentional steps. You giggled at him, weaving your hands over his shoulders and massaging his scalp with your fingertips, and nuzzling down into his neck. You inhaled deeply, committing his cologne to memory while nipping and sucking on his exposed flesh close to his collar.

“It’s against protocol to leave visible marks above my uniform,” Garp growled, leaning his head back and exposing more of his skin to you, “If you litter my skin with any bites, I’ll see to ‘ye punishment personally.” In response to your rough, peppered kisses along his neck and bearded jaw, Garp slapped his hand on your right ass cheek before kneading it within his fingers and palm.

“I am no marine, Garp,” you confessed, wrapping your lips around his pulse and sucking at the skin with fervor, “And I’d like to see you try.”

“Y’ell do as ‘yer bloody told, lass,” he growled, leaning away from your lips. As his eyes met with yours, he squeezed the flesh of your ass with a warning pinch. You squeaked in delight, Garp’s hearty laughter pleasantly echoing within your ears.

“I’ll do as I bloody please, Garp,” you taunted in return, biting a crescent shaped mark against his pulse, soothing over the mark with your lips and tongue. You sucked at the mark, hearing a hitch in his breath as he continued to lead you towards the guest suites.

Tearing your lips away, you hummed at the heart-shaped mark you pressed into his skin. It was a medal of lust, visible to all who see it - and see it, they will. Garp’s pulse was elevated further, his passionate advances leading him on with heavy and intentional steps. His boot heel kicked in the door to cabin quarters, your anticipation only growing as Garp lowered you onto the freshly made bed.

Your back hit the plush mattress, your hair sprawling out on the sheets as he lowered his head against your neck. He pressed a few intentional kisses against your exposed flesh, his hands desperately raking over your chest to knead your breasts slowly and sensually. You sucked in a soft groan, your brows furrowing up as his thumb and index finger rolled over your puckered nipples. At your small gasp, he took it as encouragement to continue stimulating your breasts with his left hand, as his right rose the hemline of your dress over your hip.

Hastily, you shot your hands forward, fumbling over the buckle of his belt to rid it of its hold on his pants. Just as quickly, Vice-Admiral Garp surged forward: claiming both of your wrists within his circular grip to halt your advance. You furrowed your brows as he pinned your wrists beside your head, your wide eyes meeting with his mischievous grin.

“What are you-,” you began, silenced by a heavy and open-mouthed kiss pressed against your lips, claiming you beneath him with rough bites and soothing caresses. He groaned against your lips, leading your hands with his to wrap around his shoulders and weave into his hair once more within your fingertips.

“Let me taste ‘ye first, bonnie,” he growled against your sensitive skin, You gasped a sigh of affirmation, nodding against his smiling lips, “Let me make it up to ‘ye for ‘me surliness earlier. Please let me have ‘ye like this.”

Trailing open mouthed kisses down your neck, halting briefly at your breasts before trailing down your stomach; Vice-Admiral Monkey D. Garp made his intentions incredibly clear to you as he shimmied the line of your dress higher over your body.

“Let me show ‘ye how much I’ve been craving the sweet call of my name from those pretty lips o’ yours,” Hooking your knees over his shoulders, he scraped his bearded chin over the sensitive inner flesh of your thighs before grazing his lips over the top of your core, “I’ll have ‘ye cryin’ and whimperin’ for me before ‘ye even see my cock.”

He tested your sensitive flesh: flicking the tip of his tongue out to brush against your swollen clit. Immediately, your back arched up and a soft cry flew from your lips before you could stop it. Garp chuckled, looking as your pulsating core was welcoming more of his touches, giving away your arousal with a pool of your sweet essence pouring from your contracting entrance.

“You are so beautiful, bonnie lass,” he pressed a sweet kiss against the top of your groin, his smile felt against your flesh, “And ‘ye finally all mine.” After allowing another chuckle to fall from his lips, he advanced forwards and skillfully licked a clean and expert stripe along your glistening walls.

Vice-Admiral Garp was known for many things: His brutality in war, his aggression while training cadets, his calculated advances on the battlefield, his impossible strength, and his insatiable appetite. This appetite was now displayed to you as he hungrily and desperately lapped at your core like a man on death row, consuming his last meal while awaiting execution. The balance between savoring the flavor while horking down like a man starving had your eyes rolling back and hands fisting at his cropped hair to hold on tightly.

“O-Oh fuck,” you cried, your eyes now tightly clamped shut as you relished in his skilled ministrations. The roll of his tongue, the mouthing of his hungry lips, had you physically quaking against his face.

“Shakin’ like a leaf, lass,” he taunted, nuzzling into your aching core, “‘ye want ‘te see what else I ‘kin do?” Your toes curled as he prodded your entrance with his tongue, his nose circling your clit and spreading your arousal throughout your core. Skillfully thrusting his tongue in and out of your desperate and delicate slit, you felt as if you were going to explode in ecstasy the moment he began vibrating his tongue with a deep, rumbling groan.

“G-Garp. I-I don’t know if I-I can-... hnnng-... I c-can’t last m-....mmmn-... m-much longer,” you cried, your thighs clenching on his neck and shoulders to hold him in place. Your body reacted against your will, arching your back off the mattress while desperately riding his face. You felt the band winding tighter in your abdomen, each area of your body desperately shooting sparks, teetering on the edge of unravel.

Two firm hands clapped over your thighs: one holding down your stomach and pinning you against the bed, the other kneading over your thigh. Garp pulled his face away from your needy cunt, hovering his hot breath and breathing puffs of cool air over your hole. You whimpered in desperation, wriggling against his wide-spread fingers to get any stimulus to conclude your high.

“W-Why-,” you cried, a slap on your bare ass halting your words and having you throw your head against the pillow.

“-Because I warned ‘ye nae t’ leave a mark on ‘me body. It’s against protocol, lass,” he chuckled, his whiskered chin scraping over your thigh as his smiling lips pressed a kiss against the outer corner of your crotch. You growled, leaning up on your elbows, staring into his eyes with a dark agitation.

“And after all those promises of making it up to me?” you spat, your nose scrunching, lips pursing and brow furrowing. Garp rose from his low position against your exposed flesh, a foreign desperation depicted in his wide eyes.

“Were they all empty words?” you uttered. You knew, for a fact, that Vice-Admiral Garp was mad for you, but that only made you want to taunt him more, “All an act to get me to open my legs, just to leave me disappointed like the rest of them?” A stuttered gasp flew from his lips as he crawled up the bed, weaving his clothed torso through your legs to meet at eye level once again. In turn, you shimmied your body away from him, turning your face away in an attempt to hide your smile.

You knew how desperately he wanted you. The moment your lips collided with his above deck, you felt just how much he absolutely adored you. Considering he held you on the edge of ecstasy, only to pull away from you as you were about to unravel , you decided it would be more entertaining to watch him grovel for you.

“Perhaps you were only interested in leaving a sour taste, teasing me with your pretty brogue and taunting me with your dream-like promises,” you continued, lips pouting and brows triangulating up in the center of your forehead. Garp staggered in his movement, his hands reaching out in an attempt to grasp yours, only met with you pulling away.

“L-Lass, I didnae mean t-,” he began, halted by your melancholy sigh in an attempt to stifle a rising giggle in your chest.

“-You said I’d beg and plead for your hands and lips to be in a few key places, if I recall correctly,” you pouted, playing into your role, “How disappointing, only having me beg and writhe beneath you to pull away at the crescendo.”

“P-Please, lass. I’m sorry. I am a cruel, cruel man,” he confessed, claiming your left hand within his right and peppering the flesh with a flurry of kisses, “What can I do t’make it up to ‘ye, ‘me bonnie lass. Tell me,” he trailed his kisses up higher, halting at the inner flesh of your elbow, “Order me, dictate me,” he continued spreading kisses up to your shoulder, soothing over your scorching flesh, “I beg ‘ye to reconsider your withdrawal. I am ‘ye humble servant, wee bonnie.”

Your smile broke through your pouting expression, your head snapping over to meet with his. His eyes were wide and frantic, desperate to know he had not lost you by enacting his cruel punishment.

“Off the bed,” you ordered him, a twinkle of mischief sparking to light in your surly expression, “And strip yourself, slowly.”

“Aye, bonnie lass,” he stumbled over his words, immediately staggering backwards and falling to the side of the bed. He began unbuttoning his overcoat and shaking it from his shoulders hurriedly, prompting a giggle to break through your practiced character.

“I said slowly, Garp,” you purred at him, sitting up and moving your left calf along your right, “I thought you would be good at following orders, considering your title as a marine.” He halted his hasty undress, opting to silently follow your orders by unhooking the clasps of his belt and unbuttoning his pants. As the hem lay limply on his hips, he slowly popped each button of his shirt and raked his index finger along his torso to separate the fabric.

Shamelessly following each movement with a bite of your bottom lip, you reclined on your side and encouraged him to continue with your sultry and beckoning eyes. His heart fluttered, feeling so small beneath your predatory gaze. After speaking with you for so long over den-den-mushi, and desperately seeking your approval with his choice words, he was certain he knew what to expect when he met with you.

He had never been so pleased to be proven wrong in his life.

As he released the final button of his shirt, you clicked your tongue at him and pointed your index finger at the teal sash decorating his neck.

“The tie stays on,” you spoke through narrowed eyes, testing his resolve to follow your orders. He huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head as he peeled his shirt away from his skin - leaving the teal tie around his neck. He shimmied off the fabric before hooking his thumbs through his belt hoops, slowly pulling the material over his hips and down his muscular thighs.

Hungrily and awestruck, you followed each taut flex of his impressive muscles: his forearms, his biceps, his shoulders, his pectorals, his abs, his thighs - nothing was hidden from your eyes as he continued to slowly undress himself before you. His head-shot from the World Government truly did not do him justice - a man dignified and refined, muscular and carved from slated marble. He was a sight to behold, and was anxious to receive your approval at each passing moment.

Stepping away from his pants, Vice-Admiral Garp was standing before you in naught but his teal tie and tight undershorts. The growing pole to tent the center of his trousers had your mouth watering beneath your stoic and sultry expression: keeping your hand close to your chest to not reveal your desperation for him.

“Does this please you, lass?” he whispered below his breath, the corner of his mouth ticking with his melancholy expression, “An old man far from his prime, humbling himself before the delicate flower of Kuraigana. Is this all ‘ye dreamed of?” His small sigh caught your ear, prompting your brows to furrow in deep thought. His eyes were focussed on the floor, unable and unwilling to tear them away to meet with your exploratory eyes.

Vice-Admiral Garp was self conscious. He found himself unworthy to be at the receiving end of your interest, a fact that had become clearer and clearer the more the night flew on.

“Take off your undershorts, Garp,” you ordered him, slowly rising to your knees on the mattress, “And lie back on the bed.” You witnessed as his cock twitched beneath his pants, a growl purring in the chasms of his chest as he hooked his thumbs around the hemline of his undergarments.

Slowly shimmying down the elastic, his impressive cock sprang above the surface, slapping his abdomen with his shining mushroom tip on his belly. The slit was dripping with precum, the veins throbbing with anticipation while he bashfully lay his back down on the mattress. His cock stood to attention, knob throbbing while his shaft was hoisted in the air. He was neatly cropped, every follicle of his happy trail meticulously maintained down his stomach.

Without much warning, you eagerly straddled his waist with a giggle of joy. A gasp of shock fled from his lips, followed by a huff of laughter as you eagerly threw your dress off your body and looked down at his reclined form. There was a hidden uncertainty within his eyes, a hopeful sheen sucking you within his orbs each moment you gazed into them.

“Now what, lass?” he questioned you, eyes searching yours as he reached up his palm to cradle your cheek, “You’ve got me pinned and helpless beneath your thighs. Does this please you? D-Do I-...” his voice trailed off, remaining uncertain as his eyes sought out deeper, unspoken desires within your own, “...-Do I please you?”

You sighed, flipping your hair over your shoulder and looking down at him through half-hooded eyelashes. Your soft smile drew up over your features, a secret and hidden kiss’ shadow rising within the right-hand corner of your mouth - a place that immediately held Garp rendered defeated under your beautiful features.

What began as mild lust had blossomed and flourished into something more sacred. Garp was indeed smitten with you, desperately wanting to both treat and tease you, but now that he had you - he was clawing at being a worthy partner for you to couple with. He knew you were beautiful, he knew you were intelligent, he knew you were wise - but he did not expect, upon meeting you in person, to be rendered helpless upon seeking your approval.

Wordlessly, you sought out the tip of his glistening cock with your needy hole, slowly circling the knob without welcoming him fully into your walls. He gasped at the contact, surging forward to grasp at your thighs over his waist. Your arousal coated his tip, painting it with your own lust and propelling his sinful desires on further.

“You’ll please me by letting me ride your thick cock until you can’t take it anymore,” you purred down at him, angling your lips to almost brush against his own, “You’ll please me by splitting me open and filling me up with every inch you’re willing to give me. You’ll please me-...” you leaned your torso down, your breasts brushing with his pectorals, nipples circling his own in a sultry dance as you hovered over his cock, “...-By allowing me the luxury of cumming on your cock, my pussy milking you of your thick load and splashing back onto your cock once it meets with my cervix.”

Garp held his breath, furrowing his brows as he felt you inch down to claim his shined knob within your entrance. He focussed on the hitch of your breath, the swell of your heart rate, and the small whimper in your voice. He focussed on the twitch of your closed eyes and your parted lips as you sank further along his shaft.

Although his appetite was insatiable, he would never rush you in adjusting to his girth and length. He relished in every stretch your walls made to accommodate his impressive size, focussing on how your brows knit together and breath hitched at every small move. He tried to hold back the twitch of his desperate cock, trying not to lose himself within the feeling of your cunt fluttering to adjust for his cock to fully sheathe itself within you.

As the hilt of your crotch met with his, his cock disappearing within your fluttering cunt up to the brim, he finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief at being sheathed completely within you. Grinding yourself down, you suppress a strangled moan within your throat as you feel your walls adjust and accommodate to his impressive size. Testing a small movement, you inched yourself upwards and slunk down against his shaft - a sigh mirrored within Garp’s lips as he restrained himself from fucking up into you.

You began to slowly rake your walls up, before slamming your body back down against his groin: mutual cries of bliss falling from each other's lips as you focussed on riding his cock. You hastily drew up speed, setting a rhythm that had his hips rolling beneath your own. Your mewling cries of his name were rising into the air each time you felt his knob touch the edge of your cervix.

His hands gripped firmly against your thighs, ushering you to bob, grind and gyrate against his cock to chase your own ecstasy. Your clit brushed with the small tuft of hair remaining at the base of his shaft, stimulating the small bud each time you drew yourself down to his crotch.

He stared up in disbelief at the way your body responded to him. He was mesmerized at each whimper of your voice, each flutter of your eyelashes, and each slam of your aching cunt welcoming his throbbing cock within his walls. He couldn’t get enough: you were intoxicating and addictive with each writhe against him.

Your rhythm began to get more stuttered, your body responding to the elevation of your ecstasy. Your walls began to thump against him, wringing his cock and clamping down on it as your approaching orgasm began to shudder against his shaft. His breath hitched, his own brow furrowing as he felt every pulse within your walls ushering him into his own bliss.

As you continued to grind against him, Garp struggled to hold back against his own desires of flipping you over and stapling his hips against your own by railing your body into the plush mattress below. He did not want to destroy his good standing with you by completing such a lewd act, reacting in penance from drawing himself away from cumming into his awaiting lips, and simply chose to take each moment you gave him as a gift.

The flutter of your cunt began squeezing his shaft, the sensitive spongy underside of your clit meeting with his knob propelling you further in the release of your incoming ecstasy. Your whimpers and cries of his name falling freely from your lips had both Garp’s cock and heart swell in pride that his body was granting you such bliss.

“G-Garp, I-I’m gonna-...” you called, clenching your eyes shut as you continued to gyrate and grind down against his cock.

Garp’s iron will snapped, immediately hooking his arms around your waist and tackling you against the bedsheets. He caged you beneath him, plowing greedily into your shuddering walls with an eager snap of his hips. You shrieked in shock, your ecstasy being ushered in further by Garp stampeding you both towards your ends with a heavier and more controlled rhythm.

Each heavy rake of his cock within your cunt had his balls slapping against your puckered ass. At this new angle, you cried out, desperately clawing at his back and shoulders to draw him in closer to you.

He hoisted your knee over his hip, latching his lips onto your neck and sucking a deep, angry, mark into your porcelain flesh. You cried for him, every ounce of your flesh ignited by the sparks of untamed ecstasy as you thrust your hips upwards to meet with every sharp snap of his rhythmic hips.

“Cum for me,” he purred at you in a gruff growl, “Cry out my name.” His rhythm began to weigh heavier with each deep thrust, heavier and heavier with every staggered slam of his hips. “I want the entire base t’ know I’m makin’ ‘ye feel good. Want ‘ye fookin’ boss t’ know you’re becoming unraveled by my thick cock, ‘me bonnie lass.”

At the mention of your boss: Mihawk’s verbal warning of having Garp cry your name in bliss echoed back to you. In a final ditch effort of having Garp cry out for you, you latched your lips onto the mark you created a few hours prior and teased the flesh with your teeth and tongue. Garp knit his brows, growling through yelping barks below his breath at how truly good you made him feel.

“O-Ohh f-fuck, Garp. I-I’m-... ahh-... I’m c-cumming,,” you called, clawing and gnawing at his flesh like a lifeline anchoring you to the earth. He sucked in a breath feeling the twitch of his end spurting the first few moments of his orgasm within your walls. As much as he desired to pull away from your eager cunt to not risk his seed finding purchase within your walls - he simply could not help himself. He immediately began plowing harsher into you, his cock spurting his cum within you like a valve turning to release hisses of pent-up pressure.

His voice became elevated with each staggered thrust, each subtle whimpered cry of his name coinciding with you grinding and writhing beneath him to chase your mutual highs. At one final bite of his flesh, and a particularly harsh snap of his hips, the two of you began experiencing the first realms of joint ecstasy.

“F-Fuck bonnie lass, I cannae pull out,” he roared your name, gyrating and pumping his seed deep within your cunt: splashing back spurts of his load within your needy, throbbing cunt.

“D-Don’t you dare t-try,” you scolded him, eyes rolling back in bliss as he chased his orgasm within you. The walls of your pussy began contracting against his thick cock, shepherding him into releasing hot ropes of sticky cum within your eager walls. For every thump of your walls, you were granted by a spurt of his release within them - milking him of every fiber of his essence.

As you both rode through your highs, the hums of your voices and gasps of your breath caught up with you. He snapped his hips forward, remaining sheathed within your glistening walls, as he raked his fingers through your hair. Your strands stuck against your forehead, your pupils blown with lust as you gulped back another cry of ecstasy as his cock throbbed within you. You sobbed, hiding your forehead against his chest as you attempted to come down from your high.

Taking a moment to each gulp in oxygen to fill your lungs, Garp rolled from caging you beneath him, unsheathing his cock from within your pussy slowly. He looked down at your entrance, watching as it clenched to chase his retreat from your body with an eagerness he was yet to witness in some time. You were a masterpiece, a body unraveled and glistening within the realms of the afterglow in unbridled lust. He adored you.

“You alrigh’, lass?” he asked you quietly, his lips grazing your temple as your lungs refilled with oxygen. You smiled up at him, eyes closing while your body chased his lips to feel his wired whiskers against your skin longer. You hummed at him, rolling over to your side and grazing his chest with your open hands.

“Never better, Garp,” you cooed back at him, feeling your energy supply depleting the longer you remained comfortably within his arms. He cradled you against himself, feeling the soft song of slumber calling to him each moment you remained nestled against him.

“And what of t’morrow?” Garp asked, his brow cocking up at the corner while he fought to keep his eyes open, “‘Ye got duties to attend, I’m sure.”

“Dracule Mihawk has allowed me the luxury of a few days' shore leave,” you confessed, sleepily, “I don’t think I’ll be returning to my station any time soon, Vice-Admiral-.”

“-Garp, bonnie lass. It’s Garp, remember?” he cooed down at you, shimmying his body down to locate the plush duvet and nestling you both beneath it, “When you’re with me, it’s always Garp.”

“Alright, Garp,” you purred up at him, eyes hooded and feeling serenaded by sleep, “Will you stay by me tonight? Show me you still want me in the morning?” He huffed out a breath of disbelief, cradling you further against his chest and pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Rest assured, Bonnie Lass,” the rumbling drawl of his voice cooed down at you, his fingers brushing over your hair and smoothing over each strand, “I will still want you every morning.”

Both of your warm smiles clung to your cheeks as you fell into the arms of sleep, feeling calm and at peace while clinging to one another. You had never been so pleased to be relieved of duty, your legs and body remaining blissfully numb by being plowed into by Garp’s throbbing cock.

An apology for his rough actions came in the form of caging your hips against his face, his arms weaving over your thighs, and him welcoming you to ride his head until your voice grew hoarse from the sheer number of times he had you cry his name on his eager tongue. Enthusiastically lapping at your glistening cunt with the fervor of a man being granted the feast of a lifetime, he refused to part his lips from your glistening walls until you violently shook with a scream of his name.

When riding down your high and sobbing through your ecstasy, you looked down at his eager eyes: twinkling with mischief. Upon meeting his gaze, he kissed your thigh and cooed up at you: “Just one more? One last time before I let you go, ‘me wee bonnie lass?” for the fifth time that morning. After all, his appetite truly was insatiable.

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trentlife · 8 months

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OUR SPECIAL TIME

part2

requested ✔️

summary: you and trent hardly get alone time anymore with now having a newborn baby, and also with his busy schedule, he tells you how much he misses it, until one day, you are finally able to have your time together.

authors note: sorry for being so inactive, i've been having time for myself & my mind.

ps this smut is way off it lmao

warnings: fluff, adult language, smut

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the next day, trent had already left for training by the time you were making your cup of tea, before your son leo woke up.

there was only one thing on your mind right now, and that was to ring trent's mum to see if she would have leo over night tonight, as trent told you yesterday a night with just the two of you would be good for him right now.

"hey sweet how are you?" dianne answered the phone to you.

"hey di, im good thank you, are you?" you asked.

"great thank you!" she replied to you, with a cheery tone.

"would you mind having our leo tonight? i know it's a big ask, just that me and trent booked a spa place last minute last night for today" you had your fingers crossed.

"oh yes of course! i love minding him, just let me know what time you'll bring him round im in all day." she informed you.

"perfect, thank you di, see you later" you said your goodbyes then placed your phone down on the kitchen counter.

you checked the baby monitor to see your baby had woken up, so you went upstairs to get him.

"good morning my boy!" you smothered him in kisses, while he moved around in your arms.

you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your top up as he latched onto your breast, as you fed him.

"babe?" you heard a voice from downstairs, which was your boyfriends.

"upstairs!" you told him, and you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"my boy!" he said with excitement making his way over to you both as he placed his hand on your back and leant down to give him a kiss, and then you.

he sat down next to you and looked you in the eyes.

"he's going to your mums when he's ready" you told him.

"oh was she ok with it?" he asked.

"she was made up" you both giggled.

leo let go and you pulled your top back down and then began getting him changed.

"ive booked a spa hotel you know" you told trent while changing your sons nappy.

"wait really, when did you do that?" he asked.

"yesterday when you went to sleep, and it also has a private sauna, and i know you love your saunas" you looked up and smiled at him.

"do you want me to take him now so you can sort yourself out?" he offered.

"if you don't mind" you said as you placed your son in his dads arms.

"ok yeh i'll do that, say bye bye to mummy" trent said in his dad voice, sarcastically, because leo is way too young to speak.

"bye my baby boy" you walked over giving him a kiss and stroking his cheek.

"ok i'll be back in a bit" trent said, walking out the room.

"see you in a bit" you replied pulling out the suitcase from under the bed.

you decided you were just going to pack for both you and trent to save time when he came back and you were only going for a night so you wouldn't of need much anyway.

you packed your pyjamas, clothes for the next day, underwear, bikini, toiletries and lets not forget the condoms.

then you just packed the similar things for trent.

you took the suitcase downstairs and placed it by the door when trent walked in.

"oh hi" he laughed, and you didn't say anything, you just wrapped your arms around him, pressing kisses into his cheek, while his hands slipped up your top rubbing your back.

"i can't wait for this" you told him, and smiled at him, while his hands rested on your hips.

"me too" he pressed his lips onto yours.

it was a bit later on now, and you were both in the car on the way to the spa, with trent driving, and his hand placed on your thigh.

you pulled up the the spa and got your bag and suitcase and made you way in to check in.

you sorted everything out and then you both headed to your room. the luxury sweet.

when you stepped in, you had a queen sized bed, two couches, a hot tub outside and a humongous tv.

"wow this is amazing" trent said looking around.

"isn't it! i seen it last night and was like that's 100% being booked!" you said back while unpacking the clothes from the suitcase.

trent dived onto the bed, and instantly picked the bikini laying on the bed up.

"in this now" trent told you, winking at you.

"and you in them now" you said throwing his shorts in his face laughing.

"can we go the spa now?" he asked, and you nodded back, you hoped that it would of been quite quiet as it was now 9pm.

you went into the bathroom and changed into your bikini while trent changed into his shorts and got a few bits that you wanted to take down with you.

when you got down there, it was completely empty, which was perfect.

you took off your spa dressing gown and took at picture of the lit up, relaxing pool.

"take one of us." you boyfriend said curling his arms around your naked waist and resting his cheek on your shoulder while you took a selfie.

trent instantly dived in, while you tip toed down the steps.

you strolled over to trent whilst he wiped the water from his eyes and opened his arms for you waiting for you.

you tied your arms around his neck and instantly put your lips on his.

"love you" you told him, whilst he ran his hand over your hair.

"love you more" he replied, going in for another kiss.

you let go from him, and swam away from him under water from him jokingly.

"ay" he said coming after you, and pulling your leg from under water and placing you against the wall.

"i know you want me" trent spoke looking you in the eyes.

"you mean, i know you want me" you replied, poking his chest.

"yeh you know me too well" he laughed to himself.

you brought him closer to you, and connected your lips to his, leading to a deep kiss, with his tongue slipping into your mouth.

it was a long passionate kiss, that you didn't want to end, until he pulled away.

"wha-" you were about to speak, until his lips trailed down your neck, just were you liked it.

"tre- trent not here" you moved away, incase anyone seen.

"ok so we're the private saunas?" he asked you.

"through that door" you pointed, and trent quickly got out the pool, and eventually pulled you up with him.

you walked through the door to four saunas, and you both went into one, with trent locking it after you were both in.

"come on" he tapped his thigh, and you immediately sat on it, locking your lips onto his for yet again a very deep kiss.

he fiddled with the tie of your bikini top, and took it off and placed it next to you both.

he licked down from your neck to your boobs, and put your nipples in his mouth and twirled them around, leaving your head to fall back.

you tugged at his shorts, untying them and slowly pulling them down, and grabbing his cock, then moving your hand up and down, with trent leaving a quiet moan in your ear as you quickened the pace.

trents hands latched onto your bottoms as he pulled them off your thighs, with you letting go of him.

he leaned back, with you still on his lap, and you lined your entrance up on him.

it wasn't long before you were bouncing on top of his length, whilst his hands roamed around your body.

"your so good baby" trent said, breathing heavily.

you got the hair band off your wrist and tied your hair up as it was getting in the way. multitasking at its finest.

"shitttt, im close babe" you told trent, with a tun sweat dripping off the both of you.

"me too" he smiled.

you had already reached your orgasm, while trent held your hips.

"fuck, your on the pill aren't you?" trent asked, with his eyes widened.

"yeh babe" you replied, quickening the pace, leaving you both moaning, with your head in trents neck.

before you knew it, you both had already cummed, when you lifted your leg off him to stand up, but leaving a mess.

"we can't just leave this here, so wait" he said to you, grabbing your shoulder, and wiping it up on two of his fingers.

"open" he told you, and you grabbed his hand and opened your mouth and sucked it off both fingers to tease him.

you both got changed back into your swimwear and unlocked the door and went back outside to get your things.

you put on you spa gown and trent put his arm around your shoulder and whispered in you ear.

"i think im gonna have to buy us a sauna yeno" making you both laugh.

"thank you for the best night bubs" he thanked you kissing your cheek.

the end.

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viviennevermillion · 2 years

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Exploring Teyvat

dark content blogs dni

prompt: on a free day, they take you to some beautiful places in teyvat to spend their time with the one they love

contains: spontaneous nature dates, character x gn!reader

characters included: pantalone, diluc, capitano, dottore

warnings: none

notes: why is dottore's so long again why am I like this what has this man done to my brain?????

also feel free to join my discord

P a n t a l o n e

Pantalone and the outdoors is not a combination you see a lot. He travels with a luxurious carriage specifically for him and with a butler in tow and doesn't pay much mind to the scenery.

But when he took you with him on a business trip to the Northland Bank in Liyue, he didn't want to pass up on the opportunity to show you some nice places

On your way to the harbor, the two of you spent a night at Wangshu Inn, sharing a nice dinner and renting a room together.

It was your first time traveling with Pantalone and he had held you close at night, littering your shoulder with kisses while mumbling how much he loved you before you went to sleep.

After sharing a nice breakfast with you while it was still dark outside, Pantalone told his butler to drive the carriage further south.

Stopping at Luhua Pool, Pantalone walked up the hills with you so you could admire the scenery together. He sat down with you on a picnic blanket to enjoy the sunrise.

Pantalone wrapped his arms around you from behind and was more busy burying his face in your neck and kissing your cheek than staring at the scenery.

"Aren't you going to watch the sunrise too?", you chuckled as Pantalone rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. He caressed your cheek and pressed yet another kiss to your neck. "You're so much more precious, my dearest", you could feel him smile against your skin before he let out a quiet yawn. He was still tired from getting up so early.

You ran your fingers through his hair as you watched the sun rise over Liyue.

You eventually decided it was time to take a little walk and took your lover's hand, guiding him to the other side of the Luhua Pool where you inspected the terrace paddies before removing your shoes to step into one.

You gestured for Pantalone to follow you but the rich harbinger looked sceptical. "You don't know what's been in there, y/n."

"It's crystal-clear water, it's gonna be fine", you snickered and closed your eyes.

"Clear water can still have bacteria. Dottore says-" "Get over here", you laughed and Pantalone sighed, knowing he couldn't possibly say no to you about this. Not when you smiled at him like this. Besides, he already missed having you in his arms again. Reluctantly, Pantalone took off his fancy shoes and followed you through the water.

You grabbed his hand when he was close enough and leaned against the stone behind you. "See? Isn't this nice? The feeling of the ground beneath our feet, the refreshing water, the beautiful sunrise....", you rambled.

"My feet are wet and cold", Pantalone complained, wrapping his arms around your waist again. "That's what water tends to be like", you chuckled. Not the one in my private spa..., Pantalone thought and sighed.

You splash a bit of water in his face and he's like "N- Don't do that", and pouts.

In the end he grew to enjoy this moment with you despite his initial complaints. He adored the way you smiled at him and gazed into his eyes, taking his hand and pressing kisses to his knuckles. Pantalone pulled you into a deep kiss and took a photo of the two of you to remember your journey before his butler picked you up with the carriage to take you to Liyue Harbor.

D i l u c

Diluc got this idea to take a little detour on his way back to the winery after his shift at Angel's Share was over.

The next day in the afternoon he takes you home with him but not before stopping at the little lake behind Springvale.

After taking a walk through the small village, Diluc asks you whether you'd like to go for a swim in the lake. If you agree, Diluc stays close to you in the water, always making sure you're safe and comfortable and aren't too cold.

Diluc lets down his hair and you bury your hands in it while wrapping your arms and legs around him as he holds you in the water. Diluc kisses your cheek, relishing in the feeling of your fingers in his red mane.

If you tease him this could end in a water fight. Just the two of you splashing each other with water. If you happen to have a hydro or anemo vision you'll definitely win. It's one of the few moments you really see him let down his guard completely and just have fun with you, laughing like he did when he was a little boy and playing outside with Kaeya. For a moment he could forget about his troubles.

You pick him up with the help of the water and Diluc slightly blushes at the feeling of being held like this by you for once. He chuckles at how you carry him through the water bridal style. "I'm beginning to understand why you like this so much", he smiles and you bow down to press a kiss to his lips from above

After you're done swimming, Diluc sits down with you on a towel he brought and wraps another towel around you.

Diluc is one of those people who dries incredibly fast in the sun despite his long hair. You suspect it's because of his pyro vision. Either way, he holds you close to make sure you're warm.

Once the two of you are fully dried, he helps you up a point at the cliff where it was easy to climb up and journeys to the top of the waterfall that meets the lake you swam in with you.

In the distance you can see Dragonspine and its snowy areas and can feel the air get colder the closer you get to it. Diluc lends you his coat temporarily and guides you up the cliff. The snowy mountain has faded out of view and you instead enjoyed seeing the waterfall from above as Diluc wrapped his arms around you.

If you like to use a wind glider or would like to practice gliding, this is the perfect spot.

Diluc would teach you to glide and make sure you know nothing will happen to you as long as he's there.

Is happy if he sees you enjoy gliding after he taught you.

After the trip he takes you home to the winery to cuddle with you in bed

C a p i t a n o

Out of all the harbingers, Capitano is the most whipped for his s/o and the clingiest and I will die on this hill (Pantalone is a close second)

On a trip to Inazuma, he suggests visiting Watatsumi Island with you

He travels there with you on one of the ships of the Snezhnayan fleet and a couple of citizens think you're here for war while Capitano just wants to spend a nice day with his lover

When you wake up in the Captain's room alone in the morning, Capitano has already gotten breakfast ready for you and waits for you on deck with a huge bouquet of local flowers for you and you can tell he's blushing underneath his helmet.

He puts the flowers in a vase in your room and takes his helmet off, letting you give him a kiss. Or 20 of them. Honestly you planned to leave for your trip way earlier but ended up snuggling in bed again with Capitano just giving you slow and loving kisses for what feels like forever. "I love you so much, you have no idea", he whispers before kissing you again, his tongue swirling around yours. One of his hands holds your waist while the other is gently cupping your cheek.

Once you decided it was about time you got on your way, Capitano takes you to the Heart of Watatsumi Island.

You marvel in awe at the cave while Capitano can't take his eyes off you.

He picks you up and spins you around before holding you close again.

Asks you for a dance on one of the platform in the cave

Capitano dancing is an interesting view because that man is basically a tower and he's buff af but he's trying to dance with you and he's so gentle and careful with you

He wraps his arm around you and looks at the glowing pearl at the cave's ceiling with you. In a way, its beauty reminds him of you.

You explore the cave together and eventually settle down outside of the cave, watching the sunset over the beautiful island from between the two waterfalls.

Capitano thinks back to the pearl and considers whether something like it would do well on a ring for you. Man's basically been ready to marry you from the moment you first told him you loved him.

"You mean everything to me, I hope you know that, y/n", Capitano whispers, holds you close and closes his eyes, leaning his head against yours comfortably.

D o t t o r e

Oh god, this man

Look Dottore may be an evil lunatic but at the core he will always be a nerd who likes to hike through the Sumeru woods for research

Usually he'd send one of his clones to pick up some plants he needs for his lab or would ask Pantalone to order them for him but today he wanted to go to Sumeru himself and take you along with him.

Reminiscent of his time at the Akademiya, Dottore guided you through Mawtiyima Forest whilst rambling about biological things you didn't understand. Other than that he pretty much ignored you at the beginning, being too focused on collecting his samples and inspecting the forest. The times where he guided you away from dangerous plants or helped you over large rocks reminded you that even though it didn't seem like it, Dottore was always looking out for you.

With a sigh he eventually noticed that you didn't really understand his ramblings so he tried the simpler approach of telling you about the plants and mushrooms he was collecting and what could be made out of them.

"This one's poisonous, this one makes you hallucinate, that one made the third sage see the heat death of the universe", he explained while pointing at different mushrooms before stopping at one, "this one's edible." He took the large mushroom with him and later made a little campfire and grilled it for you. He took some spices out of his backpack that he brought along and seasoned it before handing it to you.

You were a bit sceptical because Dottore never cooked anything at home. He went off the rails while he was still at the Akademiya, living off student dorm food and that is a habit he kept. On some days when he was too focused on his research to bother making himself something to eat, he settled for dry ramen noodles. But Dottore has learnt how to survive in the wilderness during his time with various research teams and he knew how to make a meal out of things he found in the forests.

"It's not poisonous", he rolled his eyes underneath his mask as he saw you inspect the mushroom. You took a bite and noticed that it tasted indeed good. After you both finished eating you thanked Dottore for preparing this for you and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

After putting out the fire, Dottore guided you up the hills and cliffs. What was straining for you he walked and climbed with ease. You marvel at the grass below your feet that lit up when you stepped on it and Dottore told you it was because the forest recognized how exceptional the two of you were. You were pretty sure he made that up.

He eventually stepped on one of the large glowing mushrooms and gestured you to follow him. From the top of it you could see the whole forest and smiled, leaning against Dottore.

Once the two of you relaxed and looked at the forest for a while, Dottore took off his mask and his shirt and walked towards the little pool on the giant mushroom.

"Join me", he just said. "In the mushroom water?", you raised your eyebrows.

"iN thE mUsHrOOm wAtER???", he imitated you in a high-pitched voice and groaned, "the 'mushroom water' is actually warm and very clean. The correct scientific term for it is-"

You told him to tell you later because if he was trying to convince you to join him, it was probably beneficial for you not to know where the mushroom water came from.

But much to your surprise the water was actually warm like Dottore had said and you found it quite relaxing.

Many things Dottore told you that you were sceptical about turned out to be true to the point where he argued that you shouldn't be surprised anymore. To be fair, sometimes he did tell people things that ended with them as dead bodies but he'd always roll his eyes and tell you you should know he loved you by now.

Dottore seemed distant and passive at first but eventually pulled you closer and let you rest against his chest. He pressed several kisses to your cheek and ended up kissing your lips for a while. He trailed kisses down your neck and gently nibbled at your skin here and there. You loved when he was affectionate as he didn't show that side of him this openly very often.

"This forest is beautiful", you commented once again and kissed Dottore, "thanks for taking me here." "Do you want to know why the mushrooms are glowing?", he asked nonchalantly. "Sure", you chuckled.

Dottore eventually put up a tent for the two of you near the canyon. He let you wear one of his shirts for sleep and let you join him in his sleeping bag. Held tightly against him, he kept you warm the whole night and pressed a kiss to your forehead once he noticed you had fallen asleep.

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aveegrex · 2 years

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Hi, I really love your writing! I was wondering if I could request hot steamy shower sex with Zoro, Crocodile, & Smoker ( separately ) with gn/nonbinary reader? 👀👀 tyyy

Omg HIIIIIIII

You’re my first ask and it’s super exciting!! Thanks for entrusting me with such a request, I truly had a blast writing it all. Though it didn't turn out exact, since only Smoker's part is in the actual shower. I just felt like Zoro and Crocodile would work better in a slightly different water-themed settings, so here you go with onsen Zoro and private pool Croc. Also sorry it's a bit long, each part can be read as a full on separate piece. I tried to avoid any gendered ways to address the reader and didn't describe the anatomy in detail, but reader is penetrated in Zoro's and Smoker's parts.

genre: smut pairing: Smoker, Crocodile, Zoro x gn!reader (all separately) word count: 3,3k

cw: smoking (croc's part), alcohol (croc and zoro part), water sex, subbish reader (not so much in smoker's part), shower sex, onsen sex, spa sex, oral (m!receiving), fingering (zoro's part, mentioned), finger-sucking, swearing, degradation (croc and zoro), a little bit of daddy kink (croc part), choking (croc and zoro), cock worship (croc), overstim (kinda, smoker's part), cumming inside (smoker and zoro), cum-eating (croc), teasing, ig that's about it

Smoker:

“Oh, o-oh, h-honey-y, yeah, - your husband’s heavy panting riling you up, wet slaps filling the bathroom as he pounds into you full nelson, threatening to drop you on the tile floor any second. - God, missed ya, missed ya s’much, f-fuck”.

Four hours since he stepped foot into your shared home. Four hours since he silently ripped off your clothes and finally sank his dick in you, downright moaning the second he bottomed out. The bed, the hallway wall, the kitchen counter, the windowsill, then particularly steamy doggy on the floor - and now he has you in shower, knowing exactly how weak you are for his wet body.

Muscles covered in a slight sheen of water and soap, his hair slick and messy, lips plump and reddened - Smoker teased another round out of you, absolutely aware you’d forego any soreness to get a piece of him like that.

“G-god, babe, taking me s’good. - he slurred, eyes trained on your fucked out face, toned muscles flexing as he bounced you up and down. - Take it, fuck, take it, likethatlikethatlikethat ohhh - ” - another moan, he was such a slut for you in moments like this, coming back home after weeks away, getting to release all pent up stress.

Being fair to him, though, you always reciprocated his eagerness. Countless nights in a cold bed were excruciating, driving you up the wall for the most part of his missions. But it all paid off on nights like this, when he returned safe and just as sex-starved as you, resulting into the living nightmare for all the neighbors.

“P-please, - you bit your lip in exertion, throat sore of all the screaming he had you do. - P-please, can I, .. AHH!!”. You felt him change the angle, going deeper, harder, straight where you needed him most. “Yeah, yeah, god, babe, - his own mind blurry of pleasure, his still somehow full heavy balls slapping against your skin. - Cream on that dick, yeah, mmhmm, mhm”.

His pace stuttering, you felt his dick twitching, signaling how close he was to filling you up again, your own body still hungry for whatever he can give you. “Gon’ pump you full o’me, yeah? - his voice resounding off of tiles, shower doing little to save your neighbors’ ears from the carnality of your evening. - Cum for me, c’mon, mm-need you t’cum for me, babe, pleasepleaseplease-”

His whines drove you mad, your nails sinking into his broad shoulders as you clamped on him, feeling your climax right around the corner. His everything was big, that beloved dick included, and god you loved it when your usually serious and collected husband lost his mind in lust. Lewd moans, strong body shining with moisture, eyes brimming with tears - no matter how sore you were from previous rounds, you’d climb him over and over just to remind yourself that this hunk of a marine was all yours.

Squeezing his hands on your ass tighter he pushed you against cold foggy tiles, ramming his cock deeper and deeper, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “F-fuck, babyyyy, - wretched whines vibrated against your skin. - Tug on my hair, babe, need y’too, mhhmm, like that, yeah, y-yeah,- OHHH FUCK”

You felt him twitching inside you, filling you up to the brim with his seed, and your legs clamped up against his frame, your own orgasm jolting through your spent body. Throat sore, you tugged on his hair again, crashing your lips against his, his lips bitten raw. “Missed ya s’much. - he slurred, careful to lower both of you into the tub. - Don’t think I’m done yet”

Sir Crocodile:

Deep satisfied groans resounded from the dimly lit mosaic walls, his cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth, head leaned back to the stack of towels by the side of the private pool. “Fu-uck. - he chuckled, smoke whirling up to the ceiling. - That’s the life”

Ever since eating a devil fruit, Crocodile has found himself not so fond of baths, opting for quick showers. Drowning aside, his power itself didn’t pair up well with water, and he distasted the vulnerability that baths brought out. It was only when he gained enough wealth to build himself a whole fucking spa was he able to enjoy a simple pleasure of soaking his bones in steaming water, sipping on scotch and living that rich life to the fullest.

You were actually the first person he ever allowed to accompany him there, your doe eyes and tons of “pretty pretty please” aiming straight at his heart. You promised him he wouldn’t regret it, telling him how romantic it would be and reminding him of all the times he had to skip your dates. He gave up, and now, fuck, with your lips wrapped tight around his dick under water, - yeah, he didn’t regret it one bit.

A glass prepped up in his hook, he pushed your head with his healthy hand closer to his crotch, making you gag on him. “Mmhmm, yeah, - strained moan leaving his lips as he felt your throat clamping around his girth. - Go for it, just like that”

Ten more seconds and you resurfaced, coughing out the water with a content smile. “You look happy, love” - you mused, reaching for his glass.

“That’s cause I am, love” - he teased, his lidded eyes full with lust and adoration. Damn were you a curious little thing, always making sure to leave your mature lover excited with thousands of novelties. And where the hell did you learn to hold your breath for so long? “How about you dive back in and make me even happier, hm?”

To his surprise, you shook your head, your hand gripping on his tense thigh underwater. “Got a better idea. - you winked, content smile shifting to sly. - Sit up on the side for me, would you?”

His brow quirked up, he remained silent, taking the final sip from the glass and obliged to your request, thick hairy thighs splayed on the marble tile, glistening with wet, his dick high and proud. You hummed in content, water splashing around your body as you moved closer, your hands outward groping his body as you lowered your head to his legs. “Delicious. - an airy whisper escaping your lips. - If only I could swallow you whole”.

He knew he looked good, but your compliments never failed to make his head spin a little. Toned pecs dripping with water, body flushed a light rose from all the heat, and the way he looked down at you - nah, it definitely wasn’t just his money that attracted you.

Wasting no more time to ogle, you dug your hands into his hips, lips making their way to his crotch up his chunky thighs, a bite here and there eliciting little moans from your man. “Playing around again?” - he cooed, head rolling from one shoulder to another, a hiss making its way through his teeth when you sucked on his inner thigh.

You just hummed, set on riling him up a bit more before tending to his aching cock. God it looked good: angry red tip leaking precum, thick and long, with a prominent vein adorning the underside and a pair of fucking breeder balls at the bottom now laying atop the marble floor. You moaned into the juncture of his left leg, eyes trained on the main dish - even the smell of his skin drove you wild, barely there after the aromatised bath but still present.

Nuzzling your face into his groin, you chuckled, looking up to meet his eyes. “Could be doing that for hours” - and with that you swallowed him, yanking him back to heaven.

He shuddered, knowing how true your words were. Ever since you two got intimate you paid special regards to his dick, worshiping it like your life depended on it. It almost felt like you enjoyed giving oral more than receiving it, finding yourself buried between his thighs any moment he was available for some head. And god was he available, devoted to giving you your fix any moment.

“Oh g-god” - he uttered, your throat slack, tongue enveloping the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down. Your right hand fondled with his balls, massaging them lovingly, and he trembled, feeling his climax creeping up.

You felt that too, apparently, quick to snatch his cock at the base, pressing tight while gliding his tip across your puckered lips like a fucking popsicle. “Not so soon, daddy. - you cooed, blowing air to the sensitive tip. - Need more, please”

“Damn slut” - he hissed, barely holding himself from pushing your head down and fucking into your throat in earnest. He knew better than that already, familiar with your magic mouth and the wonders it could do uninterrupted.

“Thank you, daddy” - an honorific making his balls twitch. How the fuck did he manage to get his hands on you, a cock-hungry little imp that was now slurping up his balls, sucking on them, your thumb drawing circles on his tip. His eyes rolled back, ragged breaths echoing through the hall.

His hand crept up your hair, pushing your head further into his balls, your tongue lapping at the cold skin in earnest. “Gotta feed my baby good, yeah? - his tone laced with fake care. - Gotta make sure you eat well? Fucking eat that”

He spat down onto your face, smearing the drool with his cock all over your cheeks, balls still slurped up into your mouth, so heavy and full you gagged on them. He knew he had to be patient, but you were a fucking tease, and he needed his cum out as soon as possible. Thick thighs trapping your head, wrapping around your neck, you felt his dick sliding down your throat as he reclined back on his elbows, ramming his girth further and further in. “Fu-ckin’ take that, yeah-yeah-yeah. - his teeth gritted, lack of oxygen making you moan in need. - Know how much you like that, uhuh, like eating up daddy’s fat cock, m-yeah?”

You mewled at that, mind buzzing with excitement, your own arousal ringing in your ears as you gripped his thighs weakly. You knew there was no stopping him now, he was already lost in bliss with his heavy balls tightened up, his tip buried inside your gagging throat.

“Could be doing that for hours, - he laughed, his hand fisting your wet hair, the water on his flush naked body replaced with a layer of sweat. - Slurp it up, just like that, fu-ucking swallow daddy’s cum”.

He bobbed your head a few more times and pushed your nose into his damp wiry pubes, thick ropes of viscous salty spend trickling down your abused throat, meaty thighs threatening to crush your head. You gulped for air, only managing to take as much in before his lips crashed against yours, his tongue reaching deep inside.

“Gotta get here more often. - he chuckled, getting back into water to hold your body close. - Starting to like this bath thing, y’know?”

Zoro:

Onsen baths are a rare find on the Grandline, so when you stumbled upon one walking around town with your boyfriend, you were quick to pull him there, excited to unwind under the starry sky.

“Told you it’s better than drinking through your wallet at some shitty tavern” - you mused, hands linked up behind the swordsman's neck. He hummed, a lopsided smile adorning his flushed face. “Right as always” - you felt his hands traveling lower to your ass, grinding you down his lap underwater.

“About to perv up another romantic date, aren’t you?” - a chuckle rumbled through his chest at that, his lips quick to find a weak spot on your neck. “I’m a simple man. - he managed between the soft suckles to your wet skin. - You’re hot, you’re naked, you’re wet - I’m hard”.

To be fair, he wasn’t alone in his excitement. Onsens always brought out the horny in you - stars above, cute cozy gardens, soft murmurs of water and a wet hot trained body under you made you weak in your knees and keen to succumb to all earthly pleasures. There was just something so intimate and erotic about the laziness of the setting, allowing you to forget your usual quickies and fully satiate your hunger for Zoro’s entire being. A luxury so rare in pirate life.

“Hate them quickies. - it was like Zoro read your mind and voiced it out, his hands roaming your body. - Wanted to show off my stamina for so long”.

“Yeah? - your eyes lidded, head thrown back to allow him full access to your neck and collarbones. - What’re you planning?”

He’s about to act upon his promise only for you to catch his chin with your hand, looking down at his reddened face with a tease. “Uh-uh. - your thumb brushing along his lower lip, tugging on it playfully. - Tell me, mister Bushido”

Zoro gulps, both at the nickname and at the request. He’s a man of action, always “better show than tell”, and he hates to admit how awkward it is to voice out everything he’d easily do in silence to your oh-so-tempting body. “I’d fuck you.. an’ all”, - he huffs, eyes shooting down in embarrassment.

Your soft laugh makes him slouch deeper, face now turned to water. “Okay, Shakespeare. - you kiss his temple, hands tangling into his damp locks. - How about we play hot ‘n’ cold?”

He raises his eyebrow at that, his good eye squinted in question, reddened nose asking for a kiss.

“Well, since you laid your master plan so poetically. - he rolls his eye and you’re quick to peck his lips, biting down on the lower one. - How about I try to guess your dirty intentions”. Kissing along his jawline, you get back to his mouth, letting your tongue inside for a mere second before continuing. “I guess right and you say “hot”, I’m wrong and “cold” it is”.

He hums, calloused fingers squeezing your ass, lopsided smile back on. “What if you’re somewhat right?” - he seems to even worry about it, taking a little game too seriously again.

“That’s where you go for comparatives. So?”

“I’m in. Hopefully soon”

You laugh at that, grinding down his half-hard boner.

“Okay. - your fingers massaging his scalp, a whisper tickles his ear. - You’d start as usual, hickeys on my neck for everyone to see…”

“Hot” - he bites down your collarbone accentuating his point.

“Then slowly trail those pretty lips lower, a fucking tease”

“Hot. - he’s not quick to meet your lidded gaze, suckling on the crook of your neck. - Also ouch”

“You’ll live. - your hand reaching for his nipple, fingertips brushing against a sensitive bud. - Mhmmm, feels good”

“Next?” - he hisses, the dick under you twitching weakly.

“Those fingers, - you fish out his hand, massaging the calloused palm. - light as feathers against my skin. You’d push those in my mouth”

He sucks in a breath as you suck on two at once, taking them all the way in to visualize your presentation. “Oh fuck, hot” - eyes trained on your mouth, his other hand digging into your thigh.

“Wet enough to prep me, yeah? - your deep chuckle shooting straight to his balls, he licks his lips. - And make me cum just from that, hell”

He just nods, cock hard against your skin.

“Yeah, you’d even do that twice just to see me cry”

“Hot. - he gulps, adjusting himself on the underwater seat. - Make it hotter”

Your eyes widen in fake surprise. “Three times?”

“Scolding right”

“Oh my… - you can’t help but rub yourself on his thick thighs, moaning at the thought of your boyfriend tending to your needs so religiously. - You’re so hard from this, can’t wait to dick me down?”

He’s silent, nodding shyly, waiting for you to continue.

“You’d slap me with that hard on a few times. - your tone now half moans, imagining your brute of a boyfriend having his way with you. - Push me in doggy, ass up, your hand on my waist”

“H-hot, yeah”

“Then thrust inside, sooo slooowlyyy” - you whine the last words, hand trailing up to his neck to give it a sudden squeeze, Zoro’s mind too hazy to react on time. You gasp, your fingers around your boyfriend’s throat too hot an image. “Then out, making me cry, and ram back in, a hard slap on my ass at that”.

You slap his cheek at that, cutting up his whore moan with your hand back to his throat. “H-Hot, fuck, h-kh-hot”. - he’s chortling, hips now grinding into you, water splaying against the side stones.

“Snap your hips in, in, in, ahh-. - you bounce atop him, making sure to slam down with each word, water adding tiniest friction to your arousal. - Fuck me so good, yeah”

Zoro mewls, a choked sob escaping his lips and he pulls you into his chest, teeth biting down on your lips, his tongue bullying its way inside your mouth. “Who’s a fucking tease now? - his hoarse voice vibrating against your ear, hand on your throat returning the favor. - Got it a little wrong though”

You gasp as he pulls you up by your neck a bit, his dick now pressing against your hole. “Gon’ fuck you just like that. - he glares at you, lips bitten raw. - Wanna see that face tear up when I pump you full”.

You sob, nodding as he bullies his way inside you, burying his dick full in. His pupils dilated, water trickling down his face, plump pecs heaving, he grinds his heels into the bottom of the pond, bouncing you up and down his length, hand not leaving your throat once.

“Sweet mouth silent now, huh? - he hisses through his gritted teeth, lust mixed up with anger, and lets your throat free only to shove his digits into your mouth. - Damn f’ckn’ right it is, gon’ fuck you t’dumb to speak”.

Moaning against his fingers, you feel yourself losing it to the overwhelming pleasure. Zoro always was the dominant one, letting you play a little sometimes before asserting his power rough, leaving you unable to form words or even move after.

He picks up his pace, water splashing against your flush bodies, his other hand digging into your waist. “Fucking slut, taunting me with them filthy words. - a harsh slap against your cheek and you whine, pain mixing up with pleasure. - Fuck you hard that is, yeah?”

“Ye-yeah, Zor-zoroo, pleaseee-”, - he slams a hand against your lips, his eyes mere millimeters from your own. “Shut it. - he hisses, his dick twitching at the ungodly pace, your own eyes rolling back from pleasure. - Wanna have them folks rub their cocks to your sweet voice? Dirty fucking whore”

His dick is hitting you in all the right places, thick balls slapping against your skin as he raises from water, pushing you down the moss that adorns the side and pulling you onto him again and again, fingertips bound to leave marks by the time he’s done.

“Zo-zoroo, ahhh, AHH, ha-har-deerr.” - you’re slurring, his warning to keep quiet ignored by your buzzing brain. “Damn cocksleeve. - he’s happy to oblige, falling onto you, wet bodies pressed together as he folds you in half and reaches deeper, hips jolting too fast to keep you sane. - Need this cum s’bad, yeah? Fucking take it then”

He sinks his teeth into your shoulder and your orgasm hits you like a train, his cum filling you up nice and well. He’s panting, broad shoulders slumped and his lips pressed to your trembling head, eyes screwed shut with the aftershocks.

It takes minutes for both of you to come down, sweaty bodies splayed on the moss under the starry sky, fingers interlaced as a way to ground yourselves after the bliss. “We’re not done here” - he chuckles, rolling closer to you and you smile back, your hands back into his wet locks. You reach up to kiss him, parting the kiss to let out a small chuckle. “Fucking hot we’re not”.

MDNI, reblogs are welcome, request the hell out of me I'm all yours babes

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Hello, would it be okay if I request Ares with F!Tanjiro Reader, who sees Ares very uncomfortable in Apollo’s hold, runs over and headbutts him and yells in anger that he should respect Ares’ space! (And to put some clothes on, calling Apollo a ‘Pervert’ with her disgusted face)

Cue Ares crying in awe over how lucky he is to have a very understanding partner like Reader about his sensitivities and more emotional personality compared to most gods (Reader is right next to him hugging and patting his shoulder telling him “There, there, it’s okay”)

Ares loves how supportive she is, yet isn’t afraid to defend him (But in a respectable way), if someone were to insult/mock him (She’ll admit he has his flaws, but that’s what makes him ‘charming’, and will praise him for his strengths) she’s also supportive of his hobbies, goals and thinking (Her compliments and encouragement help his self-esteem as he’s trying to not ugly cry over how lucky he is to have her as his partner)

I will never forgive Apollo for making Ares uncomfortable! (Cue me wearing Haganezuka’s Ushi no toki mairi)

-You had been invited by Ares, you and Nezuko both, for a day out at Apollo’s spa, a place filled with both natural and man-made hot springs.

-You knew that Ares didn’t really care for Apollo himself, but his hot springs were another story, as many of them had healing capabilities, able to soothe aching muscles more quickly than normal hot springs.

-You had been working hard and Ares wanted to do something nice for you and when you read his invitation to a hot spring spa, you immediately accepted!

-When you arrived you were in awe, looking around like a child, eyes wide and a huge smile on your face, the architecture was so beautiful and unique!!

-You looked around for Ares, trying to find him before Nezuko tugged your hand, calling out from behind her mouthpiece and you followed her finger and your eyes went wide.

-At a large hot spring you saw Ares and another man, shorter and attractive in his own right, but was bothering Ares, holding him from behind, flirting up at him to join him in his own hot spring.

-You immediately ran over and leapt up, “Get your hands off Ares!!” Apollo looked up and you stunned everyone when your hard ass head slammed down onto his own, slamming him down in the ground.

-Ares was stunned before he was quick to scoop you up, “Y/N! Are you all right?!” Apollo was the one twitching on the ground, looking up in shock once he was able to move, stunned that his ‘friend’ was more worried about his attacker than him!

-You were cupping his cheeks, as you were sitting on one of his arms, your eyes soft with concern, “Are you okay Ares? You looked so uncomfortable- did he hurt you?”

-Your concern had Ares quickly on his knees, letting you go, an arm over his eyes as he sobbed comically on how pure hearted you were as Nezuko came over while you were patting his head, silently comforting him.

-Apollo stood and you instantly put your hands over your sister’s eyes, blushing bright red, “Cover up you pervert!!” seeing you so shy, even after taking him down, stunned Apollo, you were a warrior but also a pure maiden!

-Such a beautiful combination!!

-Ares was quick to herd the two of you away from Apollo, going to the private hot spring he had booked, and Apollo couldn’t help but chuckle, stepping back into his own hot spring, “Ahh youth, it’s so nice to see him with someone who loves my dear Ares as he is.”

-That was something Ares loved about you, you loved him as he was, you didn’t want him to change, or hide his ‘weaker’ emotions, you wanted him to be true to himself.

-Your kindness and support, cheering him on with whatever he does, always made him melt, he couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky to get someone as perfect as you.

-He smiled fondly, watching you smiling at Nezuko who was swimming in the hot spring, making you giggle softly, as he enjoyed this quiet moment with you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror ares #ror apollo

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redisaid · 4 months

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Uh, hi there. You guys voted for me to do bonus smut months ago and I forgot about it. Then I remembered and now we're here. Bon appetite. Have some very late pre-Third War elf love hotel sex magic fluff smut.

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“This is a sex hotel,” Jaina observed, her hand still lingering on the ornate doorknob of the bedchamber of what was to be their private villa for the week.

“It’s a sex resort,” Sylvanas corrected, the buckles of their bags still slung over her shoulder jingling as she stepped behind Jaina to be greeted by the same view she was taking in. “There’s a hot spring, massage parlor, restaurant. You know, all of those sort of things.”

The view in question was of a massive bed, bigger than any Jaina had seen before, which dominated the otherwise warm and tidy room on the second floor of their own little spire. Unlike the sitting room across the way, which was completely lined with these, this room had only one large window facing a sea view, conveniently far from the bed. There was a doorway opposite it, no doubt leading to a bathroom. None of these things, however, gave away the purpose of the room.

No, that would be the arched alcove above the bed, inset with glass shelves, underlit by tiny magelights. From left to right, an assortment of bedroom accessories unlike Jaina had ever seen were on display, from more aggressively obvious ones such as a selection of dildos and restraints and paddles, to things she had to guess at the purpose of, like that rack of colorful potions in intricate little glass bottles.

And while Jaina would say that she didn’t necessarily dislike surprises, she was quite certain that this was not the destination she’d have guessed, or had any way of guessing, when her girlfriend had posed the idea of taking her on a surprise vacation. In fact, she had assumed and planned for much the opposite.

“You ass,” she said to the girlfriend in question, turning to find the Ranger General of Quel’thalas herself grinning and holding one hand up in some sort of apology.

“If you don’t want to be in a sex resort, then we can go,” Sylvanas offered. “Or we can just enjoy the spa activities and take this time to relax.”

“I packed for the outdoors. Hiking, hunting, fishing,” Jaina explained her offense. “Things one assumes their ranger paramour will take them to when they’re thinking of surprise vacation destinations.”

“You had talked about wanting to spend more quality time together,” Sylvanas retorted, her free hand still in the air, but shoulders shrugging regardless. The buckles on their bags jingled again. “And since you did so while you were about to pass out on my chest last time we--”

“I meant in general. And yes I talked about it in bed, and yes I enjoyed myself very much that night, but this was just not what I expected. I packed trousers and a sturdy jacket, not robes and negligees,” Jaina went on.

“Luckily, for this type of vacation, you don’t really need clothes,” Sylvanas noted, grin widening to the point of growing lopsided, the white of her fangs on full display.

How could Jaina stay annoyed at a face like that? The stern mask of the Ranger General had been gone before they’d even landed on the beach of this island resort, replaced by the goofy grins and cocky smirks of the woman few knew Sylvanas Windrunner to be. But Jaina got to see her, in bits and pieces like this, and regardless of the venue, would have enjoyed having a week of her to herself. She had to admit that doing so in a luxurious beachside private villa sounded much more pleasant than doing so in the mud of the forest floor.

“I can hear the gears grinding in your head,” Sylvanas noted. “So, out with those thoughts. Are we staying?”

Jaina leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. “Put the bags down, you unbelievable ass.”

A quick tour of the room told Jaina several things. One was that the large bed was both soft and firm at the same time, and the coverings that adorned it were a fine, soft linen. The connected bathroom was bigger than she expected, with a large soaking tub that faced a window overlooking the sea that would definitely see use later. It housed a collection of towels unlike any Jaina had seen before, but one she already found herself being grateful for. And as one might expect from a resort in the north sea, so near the Isle of Quel’danas itself, the entire place was buzzing with magic, absolutely alight with arcane energy. From the magelights that gave the rooms a soft and inviting glow, and could be brightened or dimmed with a mere word, to that rack of potions that still captivated Jaina, some aglow with that very magical energy.

Even her elven girlfriend seemed extra charged with arcane here, as Jaina exited the bathroom to find her sinking into the bed, eyes closed and limbs akimbo, seemingly testing the comfort of it.

Jaina took that opportunity to kick off her much too outdoorsy boots and climb atop her to explain herself. “I’m not mad,” she noted with a brief kiss on the bridge of Sylvanas’ nose. “Just surprised.”

“That’s the point of it being a surprise,” Sylvanas laughed beneath her, opening her glowing grey eyes to reveal that yes, the blue arcane sheen of them was a somewhat brighter shade here, somehow. “But I take it from the fact that you’re on top of me that it isn’t a bad one?”

“No. I think I can make the best of it,” Jaina told her with another kiss, this time aimed at the corner of her mouth. “Thank you for booking it.”

“You’re most welcome,” Sylvanas said with another laugh. “And if you’d like to take a moment before we start the festivities, there’s snacks and champagne in the kitchen.”

“We’re in a sex resort, Sylvanas,” Jaina noted, this time kissing the other corner of that devious little mouth, which had curled upward into a smirk. “You didn’t bring me here to eat snacks.”

“I suppose I didn’t,” Sylvanas answered, pulling her into a proper kiss.

Teasing the sharp tip of fang with her tongue, Jaina wondered at how they’d ended up here, or together at all. A chance meeting in Dalaran had seen her befriending Sylvanas not long ago, introduced to her in a hurry at a restaurant by her younger sister and Jaina’s friend Vereesa. The defender of the high home of the elves herself then was suddenly full of excuses to come back to Dalaran after that, excuses that eventually led her to the bedchamber of the Kirin Tor’s newest agent not long after that. And now to celebrate the first year of their relationship, they were sinking into the bed of what was apparently a sex resort.

And Jaina didn’t mind it at all. This, she decided firmly, was much better than camping in the woods.

“What do the potions do?” was Jaina’s immediate question upon breaking that lingering kiss.

Sylvanas laughed beneath her, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold Jaina in place through her laughter. “I saw you eyeing them. That’s the first place you want to go?”

“I can sense the magic in them,” Jaina told her. “And frankly have never encountered magic geared toward sex before. Call it an academic interest.”

“Always academic with you,” Sylvanas teased, plainly ignoring the request to fiddle with the buttons of Jaina’s sensible cotton button up she’d worn expecting a day filled with a different kind of physical activity.

The labels on the bottles were no help. Though Jaina could read the Thalassian script with ease, the names on them meant nothing to her. Serpent’s Kiss? Leviathan’s Hunger? Cloud Nine? Even in a place as nice as this, the names might as well have been the same as some cheap love potion sold on the docks in Boralus to lonely and ignorant sailors. Jaina could only hope these weren’t just tinctures of low quality rum and lavender, not that she had any idea what was in those dockside love potions, not at all.

“You’re avoiding my question. And here I got the impression that you once frequented this place. At least you seemed to be very familiar with the way to this villa of ours,” Jaina noted.

“I’m just good with directions,” Sylvanas misdirected, freeing the first and second buttons from their hold on Jaina’s blouse.

“The receptionist said, ‘Welcome back General Windrunner’,” Jaina pointed out, taking her gaze from the potions to grab Sylvanas’ hand and stop her quest to rid her of that sensible cotton shirt.

“I may have frequented this place with other guests in different times,” Sylvanas acquiesced. “But I especially thought you might enjoy it, and must confess I’ve wanted to take you here for some time now.”

“So what do the potions do?” Jaina pressed, and slid Sylvanas’ hand into her partially open shirt in appreciation for that honesty.

“There are a lot of them,” Sylvanas noted, the warmth of her fingers tracing upon Jaina’s clavicle as she leaned back to look up at the rack of glowing colors. “Where to start?”

“Surely you have a favorite?” Jaina asked.

The wicked smile that lit up Sylvanas’ face told her she did. “I didn’t think we’d talk about the potions right away. I was planning on saving that for a little later in the trip, but you did ask.”

“In the interest of furthering my arcane studies, I think that I must insist, Ranger General,” Jaina demanded, propping herself up into a sitting position to cross her arms while still straddling the elf beneath her.

“Then let us not leave you uneducated any longer, my lovely Kirin Tor Agent,” Sylvanas said as she sat up with Jaina, balancing her in her lap, but also turning to pluck a potion off the rack in a flair of dexterous grace.

Sometimes, it was worth it to have a lover who was a devious little ranger at heart.

Said potion was Serpent’s Kiss itself, a glowing teal mixture in a vial shaped like a snake curled around a tree branch. A display of glass artistry that was worthy of something far more grand than a sex potion, but Jaina had to remind herself that this was Quel’thalas she was in. Everything was beautifully crafted and ornate, and if anyone would make pretty vials for their magic sex potions, it would be the elves.

Jaina decided then that she rather liked dating an elf. Well, she’d decided that many times before in this relationship--once for the access to new artisanal cheeses alone that came along with her visits to Quel’thalas--but decided again.

Sylvanas swirled the vial for her, still grinning like a cat that caught the canary as the contents glowed brighter for her efforts, and whirled in a storm of arcane sparkle.

“Let me preface this by saying that we do not have to make use of this, though I think you’ll enjoy it too. I shall tell you that for one, I drink it, and the effects last for four hours, or until I drink another potion that will reverse any of these, that clear one over there by the towels. As for the effect itself, that is best left to be learned by observation, if you’d like,” she offered.

“Then drink it,” Jaina challenged, finding an eager grin making its way to her own face. “And let me not linger waiting on another surprise.”

“Clothes off first,” Sylvanas said, and reached for those buttons again with the hand not holding the vial.

The bottle of glowing blue-green liquid was nearly lost three times in the process of their undressing. Jaina caught it the first time it slipped from Sylvanas’ hands as she pulled her sleeveless shirt over her head. Sylvanas took it from Jaina the second time and nearly dropped it in helping her shimmy out of her leggings. Her solution to this was to hold it in her mouth, but her fangs proved unwieldy to the point where she had to catch it again in the process of removing Jaina’s bra.

All in all, Jaina was almost laughing too much to be as turned on as she was by the time they were naked.

It was always like this with Sylvanas. The other lovers of her youth had been so serious in the bedroom. Sylvanas rarely was. She was serious everywhere else, a stern and hard woman who was difficult to please in the training grounds and apparently impossible to defeat on the battlefield. But in the bedroom, alone with Jaina, she laughed. She grinned. She smirked and whispered wicked things and terrible jokes in the same breath to the point where Jaina didn’t know whether to sigh in pleasure or in disgust at her lover’s abysmal sense of humor.

But she sighed all the same, and loved her more for it.

Sylvanas gave the vial one more shake, exciting another surge of arcane glow from it before she popped the cork and downed the contents. “Again, there’s no pressure to do anything you don’t want to,” she stated as she took a deep breath after swallowing. “But I think you’ll have fun with this.”

This didn’t seem to be anything. Jaina wasn’t really sure why she had to watch a demonstration of this potion, though she hardly complained about looking at her lover’s body. Sylvanas with lithe and fit, with an archer’s broad shoulders, and muscles that formed a V shape from her abdomen pointing downward to…something new. A glowing teal appendage that was most certainly not there a moment ago, erect and ready.

“You have a dick,” Jaina noted most astutely.

“Excellent observation,” Sylvanas said with another laugh.

“Then what are all the dildos for?” Jaina asked, puzzling for herself as she scooted toward Sylvanas.

“Their own kind of fun,” Sylvanas answered. “Different from this.”

“Different how?” Jaina asked.

An answer came to mind in the set of Sylvanas’ lips and the way her tongue ran across them. An answer, like many, that was best found in observation. The construct between Sylvanas’ legs was warm to Jaina’s touch, as she wrapped an exploratory hand around it, and found that it had a pleasant texture in addition to the temperature. Not exactly like skin, but still soft, and hard where it needed to be. Buzzing with arcane in a way that was pleasant to her magically inclined senses, almost as if alight with a faint electric hum.

And the fact that Sylvanas let out a little grunt as she circled her thumb around the head of it told her what she needed to know. “You can feel it?” Jaina asked anyway.

“I can feel that that feels very nice,” Sylvanas told her.

A thousand questions sprang to mind. How did this work? What combinations of enchantments did that potion contain? How were they balanced so perfectly? And who in all of Azeroth had the time to figure that out?

Whoever it was, Jaina was most grateful for their work. Another stroke wrung a low moan from Sylvanas’ throat, and she decided that she was extremely grateful.

But she had one question lingering on her mind, far more pressing than the others. “Can you come with this?” Jaina asked.

“If you keep doing that, I just might,” Sylvanas warned, gently reaching for Jaina’s hand to still it where it gripped the arcane cock. “And to prevent you from asking the question I know will follow this one, yes, there is a result of sorts from that. I’m told it’s quite pleasant for a magic user, as it is arcane in nature. For that reason too, it leaves little in the way of mess to clean up. Very convenient.”

“One more question, I promise,” Jaina ventured, letting go to bring Sylvanas’ face to hers and draw her in for a kiss. “Me on top, or you?” she asked against her lips.

Sylvanas’ answer came in the form of further observation, and she sank into that offered kiss, and used it to distract Jaina from the tight hold she took of her waist, flipping her down onto the mattress in the process.

While the circumstances and venues in which that had happened before were different, Jaina enjoyed them all, but perhaps was most excited for this one. She was just as happy to be on top, of course, but being underneath Sylvanas was always a good time. Even better now if she could enjoy it at the same time.

They’d used their share of toys in the past, and those were fun. Not as fun as this, or the sigh Sylvanas let out as the construct rubbed against Jaina’s thigh.

She kept one arm around Jaina, holding her close, and braced herself up on her elbow. And for a moment, she just looked at her, smiling.

“What?” Jaina asked.

“I think this is going to be a wonderful vacation, that’s all,” Sylvanas told her before kissing her again.

And despite the stiff insistence poking at Jaina’s leg, she kept kissing her. Along her neck and jaw, dragging the points of her fangs over the rounded shell of Jaina’s ear. Peppering her collar bones with little red marks.

Jaina, for her part, was more than ready to experiment with this new magic and learn by doing, but she allowed this teasing. She encouraged it, actually, running her nails across the broad plane of Sylvanas’ upper back, kissing along her long, pointed ears. She enjoyed the softness of her too, not just her hard elven angles, but the plush skin of her thighs, her breasts, the tender spot just below her jaw that always made her hiss when Jaina sucked on it a little.

There was a reason she put up with this haughty, off elf of hers after all. Not only did Jaina love her, but she loved loving her. She was, in fact, very glad to be in a place dedicated to that act, and with a week to continue exploring exactly what all these potions did.

Though this one, she thought, would probably be a favorite of hers as well.

Jaina knew for certain it would when she reached down between them and ran a hand over the stiff length again, feeling Sylvanas go tense at her touch.

“Inside,” was Jaina’s breathless command, and one that she guided Sylvanas to follow.

The sensation was both familiar and strange. The sense of fullness and warmth and the familiar aching stretch were there, of course. But with them was a jolt of arcane energy that at first made Jaina want to jump, but then settled into a pleasant hum that flowed through her body. She felt like a harp string plucked, made to play a pretty note, only hers came out as a shuddering breath.

Sylvanas too, seemed lost in the sensation, entering her slowly and fully, then stilling for a moment. She gave one tentative roll of her hips, then another, before letting out a moan that transformed into a sentence, “Gods Jaina. You feel amazing. I should have taken you here earlier.”

“Please tell me that we can get more of this potion to go,” Jaina mumbled as Sylvanas moved inside of her again, slow and deliberate.

“I’ll buy us a case,” she promised as she hilted herself.

Sex of this sort was good. Jaina liked any form of penetration, really, but seeing her lover so clearly enjoying her for it was something else. Even the men she’d been with before weren’t so reverent in fucking her as Sylvanas was. Each cant of her hips drew a new sound from her Jaina had never heard before. A new whispered praise. A new prayer to gods both foreign and familiar. And for her part, Jaina couldn’t get enough of it. The cock, the compliments, the building of a too quick crescendo, roiling her abdomen as Sylvanas fucked her.

She managed to open eyes that had long since screwed shut to look down between them, both amused and aroused by watching the arcane glow sink in and out of her.

“This is incredible. You’re incredible,” Jaina told Sylvanas.

Sylvanas seemed determined to keep this slow rhythm, hardly changing her pace even as she hefted Jaina up a bit with the arm beneath her, changing the angle just a bit. But gods what a welcome change it was, as each slow grind of her hips gave Jaina some extra friction against her clit now. Sylvanas seemed to realize this, and thrust deeper in, hardly pulling herself out at all, in order to keep the pressure up.

“That’s…” Jaina didn’t have to say it. They both knew. They could both feel it now. Her in the way she tightened around the construct, and in the way Sylvanas’ rhythm began to falter.

But that brought another incessant question out from Jaina’s lips, one that needed immediate answering, because she wasn’t ready for this to be over. “Does it stay hard if you come?”

“Mmm, yes. But just for asking that, I will make sure you come first,” Sylvanas warned through panting breaths.

It was a threat Jaina was fine being on the receiving end of. One she didn’t really have much hope of countering either. Her body was on a determined course, and there was little that could change it at this point. Even as Sylvanas slipped down from her elbow, her full weight resting now on Jaina, it only made it better. Her hot breath in Jaina’s ear, Jaina’s lips and teeth on her neck.

Jaina felt her body seize and clench and gods was it good. Back arched, mouth open, and Sylvanas buried as deep as she could go inside of her, she came hard. Hard enough that she was sure the hand not fisted in the sheets left a trail of angry red against Sylvanas’ back, doubly so as the elf’s hips lost their rhythm and thrust fast and wild into her.

That was soon followed by a rush of warmth that filled her, both literally and figuratively. A liquid of sorts imparted a wave of energy across Jaina, tingling her from her toes to the crown of her head. She felt as though the ends of her golden hair might spark alight with arcane. And that she might just come again for the sensation of having made Sylvanas spend herself within her, magical as it was otherwise.

“Fuck,” was all she could say to express any of that as Sylvanas went limp atop her, save for the smile that curved in the lips against Jaina’s cheek.

They caught their breath together until Jaina had recovered enough to seek Sylvanas’ lips for a kiss. “You should have brought me here earlier,” she told her as she pulled away.

“I knew you’d like it here,” Sylvanas hummed back at her, cocky even as she enjoyed the afterglow, eyes closed, head nestling atop Jaina’s chest.

But Jaina was invigorated, nerves set newly alight by that surge of arcane. And the delight of discovery, of course. Sex magic, who would have known? The elves. Of course the elves.

A tentative roll of her hips told Jaina that yes, Sylvanas was still indeed hard, still inside her, and still quite sensitive from the little moan she let out.

But Jaina wasn’t quite done with her experimenting, or with her questions. And she also very much wanted Sylvanas to come inside her again, if it felt like that every time. How was this place not crawling with eager mages? Well, maybe she didn’t see many on their way in because they were busy in their own rooms. No wonder.

It was her turn to flip them over, cautiously. And while Sylvanas did slip out in the process, Jaina sat right back down on the construct as soon as she was atop her lover, eliciting yet another almost pained groan.

“So what do the others do?” Jaina asked as she began to roll her own hips.

“Insatiable,” Sylvanas scolded, even as her hands went to Jaina’s thighs to guide the movement.

“I like this one, but I want to know all of my options,” Jaina told her.

“I meant the fact that you’re already going for round two, but you’re insatiable in both regards,” Sylvanas scolded.

“You make an adorable face when we’re doing this, do you know that?” Jaina asked.

Said adorable face was highlighted by a pair of wide grey-blue eyes, pupil dilated enough that Jaina could see it beneath the arcane overglow even. Long brows furrowed against the sensation that must have been amazing, even if Sylvanas had experienced it before. Jaina noted that she’d have to ask her later if these elixirs would work on a human, because they would definitely be trying the reverse if so. But most tempting was a fan of silvery blonde hair that spread beneath her, one that Jaina couldn’t help but tuck behind a long ear as she rode her.

“Tell me what the other potions do. Let’s see how many we can get through before you come again,” Jaina challenged.

“You’re going to be the death of me before this week is through,” Sylvanas grunted, but began to meet her thrusts with her own all the same.

“Don’t make it zero now, that’s no fun,” Jaina teased, running her hand down from Sylvanas’ face to her breast, and eliciting another gasp from her for it.

“The red and blue are temperature play. Red makes you a little hotter, blue a little colder. They’re topical, not for drinking,” Sylvanas explained.

This was addicting. The rhythm of their meeting hips, the way Sylvanas’ face betrayed her pleasure every time Jaina took her fully inside. And the way she felt in there, hard and soft and buzzing arcane. Jaina could see now why the elves would be addicted to magic. Anyone would be if it came like this.

“The cold one sounds interesting,” Jaina noted.

“It’s awful. The warm one though, I do quite enjoy,” Sylvanas told her.

Jaina wanted to make a quip about elves and their love of all things hot, but Sylvanas thrust up in a way that brushed a spot inside her that made her buck unbidden, and she lost the words she was looking for.

“Purple…makes you float,” Sylvanas informed her, though her glowing eyes had shut once again, and could hardly see the color she was identifying.

Her hands gripped Jaina’s thighs, holding on for dear life. Holding her in place too, so that she kept hitting that spot. Holding her so that Jaina could barely get out a chiding, “That’s only three, love.”

“Orange gives,” a moan, a breath, a pant, a mumbled curse. “Mirror image spell.”

Jaina had to give in then, falling atop her lover to kiss the beads of sweat forming on her brow. Gods this feeling, this closeness, this symphony of magic and pleasure. She was going to have a hard time wanting to do anything else but this for the rest of the week.

“One more,” Jaina pleaded. “One more before you come inside me again.”

“Green,” was the only word Sylvanas got out before she did, in fact, come again.

The arcane rush and frantic thrusts that followed sent Jaina to her own soaring heights again too. One intense orgasm so quickly after the other was enough to leave her dizzy and limp, draped over Sylvanas for her efforts, sated but not, awakened to a new world which required much more exploring, but perhaps in need of a few moments rest before she could continue. A few moments she intended to enjoy being held and feeling full and loved.

“Green,” Sylvanas started again, but couldn’t catch her breath to finish.

“I don’t care about green. Green can wait,” Jaina mumbled into Sylvanas’ hair. “I love you and I love this. I want to do this until I’m too sore.”

“There’s a potion for that too,” Sylvanas informed her.

“I think I love it here,” Jaina observed, though it was up to her girlfriend to determine if that comment was about the sex resort, or riding out their arcane-tinged afterglow in her arms.

It was both, truthfully.

#sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #sylvaina #fanfic #smut #when you bring your nerd girlfriend to a sex resort and she gets off on trying to figure out the sex magic #much of this can be blamed on one person who knows who they are #yeah you

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enhypoems · 9 months

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POV: You and Enhypen's hyung line go on a romantic trip to Spain.🗒!♡

⍝ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ⍝

Pair: Fem! reader×hyung line

TW: slightly suggestive content (nothing graphic, it's like for one line)

Warnings: none

Word count: 462 !

Genre: Mainly fluff

ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ Jay…

- Would take you to all possible boutiques.

- Real Madrid couple's shirt.

- Would study the language with you.

- Would visit every existing tourist spot.

- Quality time is the key.

- He is always hungry ! 24/7 restaurants.

- Without a doubt, I would propose to you in Alhambra.

- Jong would play the guitar for you.

- Would go on a wine tasting tour or visit a local winery.

- Explore picturesque destinations and scenic spots together.

- He would definitely marry you the sec you speak spanish w him (we all know bro has a sweet spot to languages)

(꜆˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)꜆ Sunghoon…

-He would post at least 100 stories per day.

- Spain = You guys fashion runway, always smiling and pretending you are in a fashion show.

- Lots of public hugs.

- He would take you to ice skating.

- Would watch many repertoire ballets.

- Dad jokes all the time everywhere.

- Lots of kisses. He's the best kisser ever istg

- IG feed with matching photos.

- Pamper yourselves with couples' spa treatments and massages.

- Watch a breathtaking sunset or sunrise together.

₍ᐢ _‥ᐢ₎ Heeseung…

- Taking bath together in a bathtub.

- Romantic dinner every day.

- He would prefer staying in the apartment, saying "I have a comfortable place and a perfect girl, why go out?"

- Almost like a honeymoon, he wouldn't keep his hands off you, whether you're cooking, doing something, or just existing, his hand would stay on your waist.

- He would sing for you in front of everyone, idk.

- Lots of physical touch. (as you already knew)

- Watch a live performance, such as a theater show or live music concert.

- Take a romantic stroll on the beach or along a charming city street.

υ´• ᴥ •`υ Jake…

- Flirting 24/7.

- He would say "my girl" with every step you take.

- He would compliment you all the time.

- He would whisper "The place is beautiful, but the company is even more" in your ear all the time.

- Watch a live performance, such as a theater show or live music concert.

- Go on a romantic bike ride through picturesque landscapes.

- Taking a bath together with wine and lots of cuddling.

- He would pout if someone called you pretty on the street.

- Take a day trip to a nearby romantic getaway spot.

- Relax and unwind in a hot tub or private jacuzzi

i hope yall enjoy it, ik it's pretty short, but i really put my heart on it. I love enha, bye 👋

#enhypen x reader #enhypen #engene #enhypen imagines #fluff #kpop #travel #Spotify #heeseung #enhypen jay #sunghoon #jake #fanfic

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askyourfavouritesuperhusbands · 3 months

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¨Thank you so much, dear. Eventually we chose to have a spa day and in the evening we went salsa dancing. Steve didn't know how but I've had classes before, I taught him the basic steps.¨

¨Tony's forgetting to mention that this all took place in Cuba. In the morning we had... some private time together, then he said he'd take me out for breakfast at a cute place and he proceeded to grab our bags which were already packed and drive us to the airport where his jet awaited.¨

¨I didn't lie, the cafe where we had breakfast was in fact a cute place.¨

¨In Cuba.¨

¨You loved it. Exploring the town, food, culture... and later that night, me.¨

¨One of the best trips of my life, honey.¨

¨Mwuah.¨

#stony #askyourfavouritesuperhusbands #superhusbands #steve rogers x tony stark #tony stark x steve rogers #tony stark #steve rogers #steve x tony #tony x steve #marvel #mcu #ironshield #captain america #iron man #stevetony #tonysteve #anniversary #stony anniversary #wedding anniversary

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timothylawrence · 6 months

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#Wyllweek day four! Spa Day Prompt with my Tav Rana and Wyll :,)

Baldur’s Gate is about as busy and loud as Rana remembers it to be. She can feel the sun on her pink skin, smell the various food wafting from the vendors only a few feet away. But her attention isn’t on the mouth-watering aroma nor the warm sun- instead, her eyes are locked on the small tucked away shop just beside Beehive General Goods.

And her mind is already working.

Wyll stands a few feet away, seemingly occupied with a weapons vendor showcasing a few silver swords at his stand. He looks… rather tired in the sunlight, heavy eye bags resting below his soft, kind eyes. His shoulders, usually held high, have a slight slump to them, even in the city of his people.

It’s been a rough few days. Discovering the true identity of the Wyrm below the fortress, finding Wyll’s father, and severing his pack had taken their toll.

Like he’d said. It was a mixed mess of emotions and Rana hasn’t quite had the chance to sit down and talk about things.

They’d barely even gotten a decent night's rest since his world has crashed down around him.

“Ah, the Rose-Petal Day Spa,” Gale sounds out, only inches away with his arms crossed over his robes. “They have a sister location back in Waterdeep. Rather well versed when it comes to deep-tissue massages.”

Rana looks over at him with a frown. Despite all this time spent traveling, he still managed to surprise her. “You recommend?” she asks.

“Oh yes,” Gale responds, “honestly, if we weren’t in such a rush, I’d be first in line for––”

Rana cuts him off rather easily, shuffling for the pouch sitting on the hip of her leather armor. She pulls out a decent handful of coins, turning back to Gale with a shove of the pouch to his chest.

“Sorcerous Sundries,” Rana states firmly, “I don’t care what you buy or what you do, but don’t bother us for two hours.”

“Wh- Us?” Gale stammers, grabbing the pouch slowly.

“Wyll!” Rana calls, already turning her back to the wizard, careful to give him a gentle shove away. “A moment?”

The man in question, her love, walks over easily, his hands curled by his sides and a tilt of his head. Gale thankfully gets the hint, stepping back and away as Wyll furrows his brows.

“My love,” he starts, “where is Gale–”

“I have– no, no,” Rana cuts herself off with a shake of her head, her palm wrapping around Wyll’s as she opts to guide him closer to the building ahead, “just follow me.”

He stammers but abides all the same, wide mismatched eyes locked ahead at the sight of the building ahead. His confusion is rather adorable but Rana knows better than to try to force his hand into anything potential… upsetting.

It wasn’t like Wyll was very comfortable in his body quite yet.

“Rana?” he calls, brows still furrowed as they come to a stop just ahead of the wooden door. “Rose-Petal Day Spa? Even I haven’t stepped foot inside. What are we doing here?”

Rana manages a weak smile. “It’s um, it's a way to try and relax,” she answers slowly, “for you to relax.”

His confusion only seems to grow. “Relax?” he repeats, “my sun, I assure you––”

“You deserve this,” Rana cuts in, “just- just something small. You need this.”

Her argument isn’t very strong and Rana’s not too sure where her sudden insecurity sprouts from. She’s not exactly one to keep quiet and not voice her thoughts, yet here, standing beside Wyll in the sunlight, she finds herself second guessing herself.

“I don’t know about a massage,” Wyll mumbles quietly, looking back up at the sign, “that… I’d reserve for a more private evening.”

“Of course, they offer other things! I’m sure of it!” Rana replies, standing back upright and daring to slide her smaller hand into Wyll’s––– physical affection between them was a norm at this point, but the public element still left them both rather shy.

Wyll shifts the weight on his feet, turning to Rana. “Will you get something as well?” he asks.

Rana’s thoughts halt to a stop. “What?”

There’s a smile on Wyll’s lips. “The sign reads they offer horn treatments,” he states with a small grin. “What do you say?”

No.

Well, that’s Rana’s immediate, mental response. The thought of being so… vulnerable is nauseating to say the very least. But Wyll’s eyes are big and filled with a hope that she had sworn to never dim.

She sets her jaw, looking at the sign of the shop before caving in with a nod.

“Yes, sure, fine,” she whispers, clearing her throat. “I think… It'd be nice. You can have your first ever real treatment done on your horns.” Not that Rana had ever had her horns treated with anything more than the cheapest of greases and oils either.

Wyll’s smile falters ever so slightly. “Let’s hope they don't mind working with horns like mine,” he mumbles.

There’s a double meaning, an anxiety to his words, one Rana is all too familiar with. She knows the darker parts of his mind, his fears and insecurities, his anxieties regarding his appearance and changed shape.

There’s not much Rana can do to convince him of his beauty and his good-nature–– to remind him that despite all the trials and all the pain, he is and always would be nothing short of a hero to those who knew him.

Not as the Blade of Frontiers nor as the son of an arch-duke, but as Wyll.

“If they give us any trouble, I’ll kill them,” Rana answers with a squeeze of his hand, shooting him a sly smile before swinging open the door.

“Rana– Rana, no!” Wyll laughs out as she pulls him forward and through the doorway of the spa.

Rana hangs onto every note of his laugh.

#ewbie.txt #hi . i am too shy to turn on rbs but :)! heres my entry #runs off into the sun . bye guys !!!!!!#sunblade #rana #wyll

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Cub: Chapter 21: Taking care of business

Chapter 21

Pairing: Roman Reigns X Reader

Synopsis: Roman, Seth and Dean are a pack of werewolfs. Protecting their city from the scumbags of the world ends up with a surprise when a victim left for dead imprints on Roman Reigns.

Roman’s POV: I caught Renee in her bedroom folding laundry. “Hey!”

She turned to see me. “What’s up?”

“I’m wondering if you can do me a favor?” I said as I walked farther into the room.

Renee nodded, turning back to the pile of clothes in front of her. “Whatcha need?”

I folded my arms in front of me as I leaned against a wall. “Cub needs a dress for Saturday night. Do you think you could take her shopping? Buy a dress, shoes, purse… whatever she needs? I was also hoping you’d spoil her with like a mani, pedi, spa day. She deserves a massage.” I mused.

“Of course, I’ll take her shopping, but the spa is a bad idea while she is still adjusting to her wolf senses.”

I hadn’t thought of that. “Makes sense” I answered.

“How spoiled should I make her?” Renee asked.

I knew Cub was listening to the conversation through our link, and I didn’t want her to hear this part, so I blocked her for a second. I hated to do that, but I knew she’d protest what I was about to say, “If she likes it… buy it…. All of it.” I unblocked my mate.

What are you doing? Cub asked through our link.

Just spoiling my sweet Cub. I laughed when she got frustrated.

“You’ve spoiled me enough already.”

“It will never be enough.”

She came down the stairs in a very simple, very sexy Red Satin dress. The shiny material sliding over her curves as she glided down the stairs. I couldn’t help but think how I couldn’t wait to slide my hands over those same curves. Her makeup was perfect. Becky had done an amazing job with her hair too.

I greeted her as she came to the bottom. “You look like a goddess. Absolutely beautiful.” I held my hand out to her as she reached the last step.

“Thank you.” She was embarrassed by my compliments. She definitely needed more spoiling. “You look amazing too.” She raked her eyes over me hungrily, and I couldn’t stop the growl of desire that came out.

“Whoa! Cool off Ro. You’ll end up missing the whole night.” Seth said as he came in, fastening a cufflink. I could think of other ways to stay entertained tonight, but she’d gone to all this trouble to look so stunning for me. She didn’t need the dress, the hair or the makeup to look stunning in my eyes, but I did appreciate the effort.

Dean came in the room now scrolling through his phone. “Cub, you look gorgeous!” he said when he looked up. She smiled slightly and thanked him.

Once Becky and Renee came down, we left for dinner.

The Crow’s Nest had a view of Anchorage from above, and I’d reserved us a private room with a view to the East.

“Dr. Reigns, Dr. Ambrose, Dr. Rollins, Dr. Lynch and my favorite, Miss Renee.” The maître de was really pouring it on thick for us. He took Renee’s hand when he said her name and kissed the back of it. “Oh, but who is this beautiful young woman? Could it be the Cub we’ve all heard so much about?”

Cub sniffed, confirming her suspicion that the maître de was a wolf. “Yeah baby. His name is Kordon.”

“It is a pleasure, Cub.” Kordon shook hands with Cub.

“It’s nice to meet you.” She answered.

Kordon turned back to his job, grabbing menus and leading us through the restaurant. “Your special table is ready for you.”

“Thank you.” I said.

She loved everything from the décor to the rich food to the company. We laughed at stories from our past and tried to get her to talk about her past, but she didn’t want to, and that was fine. Not tonight. Tonight was about spoiling her, and as she laughed along with us, I could feel that she felt loved. She felt appreciated. She felt joy.

After dinner, we stopped at the condo so everyone could change, and Dean picked up his equipment. Seeing Cub slip off her shoes, I came to unzip the back of her dress; allowing my fingertips to graze across the soft skin as I slid the zipper down.

This time, she was the one who growled. “In a couple of hours.” I assured her. “Gotta support Dean.” She agreed.

We found our seats right in the front row. She took in the sights and sounds of the arena with the same enthusiasm as at the restaurant. It was all so new to her, and I loved being the person who got to show her.

Seth and Becky had stayed behind to get snacks, and now they came toward us with popcorn and drinks. “Hope you like butter.” Becks said.

“OOOhhhh Yes Please!” Cub said as she took the offered popcorn bag. We settled into our seats. Seth quickly handed Cub some ear plugs and sunglasses.

“What would I do without you?” She thanked him.

“Probably get a headache” He chuckled as she put the plugs in and the sunglasses on. I felt her relax as the ear plugs expanded, blocking more noise.

Wrestling was new to Cub. Her parents hadn’t allowed her to watch it growing up. Even with the ear plugs and sunglasses, I was afraid all the lights and sounds would be too much for her new senses, and as I scanned her, I felt the pain and tension they caused, but Cub was determined to support Dean. Becky had some Ibuprofen, and I gave Cub some to help, but it would burn off soon. It’s all I could do for now.

Cub watched the show enthusiastically, admiring the athletes and what they could do. When Dean started making his way through the crowd and into the ring, Cub was the loudest cheerer, and Renee wrapped an arm around her happily.

“It might get scary. Dean can do some crazy things. Just remember, he’s a wolf, and he’ll be fine.” Renee said to reassure Cub.

Cub nodded her agreement, but still had a bit of hesitation about it. I leaned in close to her, kissing her head for reassurance.

Dean and his opponent, Drew, brought the house down. By the end of the match, both wrestlers were bloody and bruised. Dean had broken his ankle, and wrestled the last 5 minutes in terrible pain, but he looked out into the crowd, scanning until his eyes met Cub’s. Quietly, he whispered “I’m ok. Just need to morph, and I’ll be fine.”

Cub took a deep breath and tried to relax. It still bothered her, but once Dean had been helped backstage he morphed into wolf form and healed. His relief helped Cub to relax too.

Why does he do that to himself? Cub asked through our link, but she knew. She and Dean had developed a special bond….. a bond that comes from growing up in dysfunctional homes. A bond that comes from never being shown love and acceptance. For Dean, that included physical violence as well as emotional. In fact, having Cub around had helped him feel more accepted and loved. Like, only someone who’d been broken as a child could understand his darkness.

Cub thought to herself that she wanted to ask Dean how a wolf ended up getting abused. Foster homes? Addicted parents? The family unit was so strong in wolves that abused children almost never happened. Dean was different though. Dean had fallen through the cracks.

It’s his story to tell, baby girl. He’ll tell you when he’s ready; just as I suspect you’ll tell him your story when the time is right. She hadn’t really thought about that. We knew my pack wanted to know about her childhood, but it wasn’t until now that I realized she’d have to tell them about it. It made me anxious just thinking about it. There’s no hurry. When you’re ready. I kissed the top of her head again.

“Roman?” Filemu’s voice chirped from my phone. “How are you? How is Cub?”

“Tribal Chief, we are doing great. How can I help you?” I asked.

“Given the circumstances, you having to leave Samoa so soon, I was wondering how you two would feel if a few of us came to visit. We were not able to teach Cub as much as we wanted. Now that your airports are open again, we can come to you this time.”

I hesitated. I had Tuesday and Wednesday off work and was hoping to run away for a romantic trip. Cub needed peace and quiet.

“Roman? Is something wrong?” Filemu asked.

I sighed. “I was actually hoping to get away with Cub for a couple of days. She’s been surrounded by people for weeks, and I think she could use a break.”

“OH! That sounds like a good thing for her. What days were you thinking of going?” Filemu asked.

I quickly focused on Cub’s mind to see what she thought of all of it. She was still adjusting to her senses and her new strength. I looked down at my arm where she had clawed it open in the throes of passion last night. It had healed, but she’d felt so bad about it. Add to that the fact that she was going to be changing without being sedated soon. She wanted the tribe here for that. She resigned herself to putting off our little get away until next week. Thank you, sweetie. I told her.

“Cub and I will get away next week.” I answered.

“Are you sure?” The tribal chief asked.

I agreed. “She’d like her tribe to be here when she does her first change without sedatives.”

Filemu sounded excited. “We thought she would have already done that. We would love to be there to support her. We’ll get a flight lined up and be there in a few hours.”

“Thank you Tribal Chief.” I said.

Roman had set the meeting for lunchtime, and Paul was quick to offer to bring lunch. I had caught glimpses of Paul through Roman’s head, but nothing clear. Now, as I opened the door, I wished I knew.... I wasn’t prepared....

He looked like a walrus! He was short, stout, balding, and a skin condition discolored parts of his face. I had assumed he was a wolf until I saw him, but the man in front of me was obviously not a wolf, and a quick sniff confirmed it. “You must be Ms. YLN. It’s an honor to meet you.” He said, shaking my hand. “How are you?” Everyone asked this question, but this man’s sincerity and ample smile made my thoughts of his looks flee my mind.”

“I’m good. Come on in.” I opened the door wide to let Paul and someone else in. I motioned to set the bags down on the counter. “I’m Paul Heyman. This is my associate, Michael Cole. “

“It’s a pleasure.” Michael said with the same sincerity as Paul.

A quick sniff confirmed that Michael was a wolf. I was a little surprised, and Roman thought “talk about that later.”

“But Paul isn’t in the best health. The tribe won’t let him become a wolf?” I thought.

“He doesn’t want it.” Roman replied. “I’m coming down now.”

A second later, Roman joined us and greetings were exchanged. There was some light chit chat about sports as we went to the dining room, and our guests started laying out the food.

Once we were all settled and started eating, it was Michael who started. He handed me a manila envelope. “So, what we have here is your paperwork and your cards. When I pulled the contents out, he began to explain. “We replaced the driver’s license you lost in the mugging. We also updated your address with the state of Alaska. You now officially live at Roman’s hunting cabin.” I was impressed by what they’d done without needing my help. Michael reached for the next bunch of papers; revealing a passport. “Here’s your passport.”

I was even more shocked. Were they forging federal documents now? “Don’t you need my signature or something?”

Paul and Michael smiled in amusement, but Roman answered. “They used the signature on your last drivers license.”

Oh. Ok. “Is that legal?” I asked out loud; eliciting new smiles from our guests.

“Baby,” Roman cooed as he put his hand on my leg “with enough money, everything is legal.” Now everyone laughed. “Ok. Lets keep going.”

Michael moved the passport aside, revealing a thick stack of cards bound together “these are your credit cards.” He’d said it so offhandedly I knew this was no big deal to these guys, so I just said thanks, but I thought “all these?” Roman chuckled.

“Here are your bank accounts,” Mr. Cole said as he flipped through the papers. “This one is just yours. I almost fainted when the balance came into view. 10 million!!!! “This isn’t my bank account.”

“No. I hope you don’t mind, but we closed your account, and consolidated your money with the tribal money and some of Roman’s money.”

“Tribal money?” I asked.

Paul was the one to answer now. “Every member of the tribe inherits $4 million from the tribe at birth. That money is put in a trust. At 16, tribe members begin receiving a small stipend each month. At 18, that stipend grows, and at 23 they receive full control of their money. Now, usually, the tribe members have earned interest while they grow up. We calculated the interest we think you would have earned and included it in your account.”

“And I threw in some mad money for you.” Roman added.

I….. me…. The girl who grew up poor as dirt. Me, myself had $10 million. But then again, it wasn’t my money really. It was the tribe’s money and Roman’s.

“It’s yours now, baby. You earned it.” Roman thought as he kissed my temple.

We ate, casually talking about vacations we wanted to take, the location of our dream home and family. Mr. Hayman didn’t start his portion of the meeting until after we’d finished our amazing lunch and cleared the table. Paul had taken the time to set up his laptop.

“Ok, I guess I get the fun part.” He smiled at Mr. Cole. He turned to me. “Ready to see your assets?” He was excited. I just nodded. “Your net worth,” He pointed at the screen “Is right here.”

I couldn’t talk. Couldn’t think! I had expected a few million. To find that Roman was worth 3 Billion floored me.

Heyman continued. “These are your joint assets. As you can see the total net worth is $3,577,476,875.68. Let’s break that down for you.” He continued to direct our eyes over the information. “Here we have the business portfolio. I’m happy to report that most of your business ventures flourished this quarter. We had one poorly performing IPO. This is…” He paused to put on his glasses and pointed at the screen again. “This was an up and coming computer security company. The owner’s wife died. In the aftermath, the company suffered.”

Roman interrupted Paul’s thoughts. “Do you have faith in this owner?”

“Absolutely,” Michael said. “You have been a silent partner on 3 other businesses he runs.”

Roman nodded curtly. “Do me a favor. Call the owner. Ask him how I can help. If he needs a manager, or time…. If you guys believe in him, I do too.”

My heart soared. My amazing mate cared more about the person than the money!

“I’ll take care of that today.” Michael assured and wrote himself a note.

“So, you profited $12 million this quarter from your business ventures.” I was never going to get used to this kind of money! “Your investment portfolio did fairly well; going up 3%,” Roman nodded casually. Paul continued. “Your liquid assets are currently at $5,892,446.93. Your non liquid assets add up to….”

He pointed back to the net worth of $3 BILLION!!!!! Roman was a billionaire! “So are you baby” Roman thought.

“I don’t know how to be a billionaire.” I meant to think it, but ended up saying it out loud.

All three men laughed lightly. “We’ll teach you how.” Roman answered. “How about retirement?”

The mood of the room changed quickly. “Well… see….” Paul started stammering. “We have started the process, but the Yupik pack is still on their tour.”

Michael jumped in now. It was obvious he wasn’t as afraid to give us bad news. “As it sits now there are already four packs on their tour. That’s usually the max we can handle and still have the staff we need at hospitals.”

“

The meeting went on. Roman had to decide which non-liquid assets to sell so that he could have enough assets to build our dream home and go on our world travel. He was selling 5 boats, 3 houses and a boat load of land around the world and 5 of his businesses. By the end of the meeting my head was swimming with impossible numbers. Real people didn’t talk about BILLIONS. Normal people thought in thousands… maybe millions. Hell, in my life I’d never had over 3 thousand dollars at one time, and that included tax refunds.

Our guests went back to their offices once the meeting was done, but Roman invited them to join us for family dinner at the hotel Sunday, their families too.

Note from the author: Part 22 is already partially written!

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