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Starring: Ryuken Ishida x f!reader; Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader; Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader; brief and implied mention to Uryu Ishida, Kanae Katagiri, Ichigo Kurosaki, Kisuke Urahara;
Format: short-imagines;
Warnings: nsfw, fluff, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, age gaps (especially in Ryuken and Shunsuiβs parts, but the reader is above the legal age of 21), manhandling, praise kink, degradation, spanking, rough sex, bondage, marking the partner, hair pulling, edging, dirty talk, choking, feeding alcohol through kisses, breeding kink;
Plot: Who was he? A man, your man, a gentleman, the incarnation of βtouch her and you dieβ, of βshe deserves the worldβ, of βI would tear myself apart to make her happy, to keep her safeβ. However, if someone heard the profanities he hissed in your ear, when he was buried deep into you, or idly watched the way he massacred your body only to build you back up later and publicly, you were not sure they were going to agree he loved you that much. But he did.
Ryuken Ishida.
You had not anticipated a rainstorm in the middle of July. The movie had just ended and the audience was searching for shelter from the sudden downpour, crowding at the exit. A bold couple in a hurry dashed down the muddy road, heedless of the dirt caking on their shoes and the hems of their trousers. You, on the other hand, were scrutinizing the busy street in search for Ryuken. You were standing on the sidewalk, below the awning supposed to shield you and twenty other people from the deluge. You shuddered, when some droplets of cool water splattered over your naked forearms, reminding you of never trusting a sunny day ever again. Not to mention you had opted for a brand new pair of black Jimmy Choo, seven inches of class and a gift from Dr. Ishida himself. You could not contemplate the idea of ruining them.
Now, though, you were genuinely surprised when Ryuken settled his hand on the small of your back, grey eyes transfixed on the flooding water making you stall on the sidewalk, and leaned down to whisper a command to you βStay right where you areβ.
You opened your mouth to protest, the moment he departed to fetch the car, only to realise he was not going to desist. You figured he wanted to minimize damage. Parking the vehicle closer to the theatre was the only thing he could do to help you out of that situation. Even such a kind gesture, though, flattered you. Ryuken was not close to be the extrovert kind of man who publicly displayed his feelings for you. He was the kind of man that stood by your side, made it loud and clear that you were taken, but rarely indulged into affectionate gestures. You wondered how it felt for him to go that far for you. Everyone stared at him, the moment he jogged off in the rain for you.
Lost in your thoughts, you had not even realised his car was parked right in the middle of the road, until he got out of it and circled the vehicle to open the car door for you. You bit your lower lip, knowing damn well you had to cross the turbid stream generated by the deadly combination of the downpour and the uneven road surface. Taking a deep breath, you tried to take the first step out of the crowd. Only for Ryuken to stop you.
βHold onβ he said, looking at you squarely, before bending down to slide his arm down your thighs and sweep you off of your feet. The gasp leaving your mouth was imperceptible, but the way your hands clutched the fabric of his jacket to anchor yourself to him spoke volumes. This was new.
Where was the descreet man meticulously, obsessively hiding his feelings for you behind a mastered poker face? But you knew better than goading him into pouring his heart out for you, when he had dozens of eyes goggling at him and the way he marched to his car briskly, straight as a line, precise like the surgeon he was, holding his woman bridal-style in his arms. You nuzzled your face delicately in the crook of his neck, a small smile gracing your lips, a blush blooming on your face.
βI love youβ you murmured and you could swear his grip on your body intensified.
He had been the perfect incarnation of the Prince Charming. A few hours later, however, he had turned in the main villain of your story. Metaphorically speaking, naturally. His calloused fingers threaded through your hair, yanking you up against his chest, whilst the other hand was buried between your quivering thighs. You were both knelt on the bed, his larger frame almost enveloping you. Your knuckles had turned white for your iron grip on the headboard. Teary eyes, heaving chest, your body jerked when he pinched your throbbing clitoris for the umpteenth time that night.
You had lost the count of how many times he had brought you to the edge, before pausing and reeling at the sight of your desperate face, stained in mascara lines drawing black lines on your cheeks.
βRyuken, please, I canβt do this anymoreβ you breathed out, catching a glimpse of his stormy eyes in your peripheral. Your body was exhausted, but you ached for a mindblowing release. Specifically, a bonebreaking release that only Ryuken had ever made you experience.
He plunged his fingers into your weeping hole, collecting the arousal coating your slippery folds βI wonder why I deliberately push my limits for you, to see you happy, only to desire nothing more than wrecking you like a filthy harlot undeserving of loveβ he ranted, before pulling his digits out again and pushing your head onto the pillow, roughly, yet careful not to hurt you for real. Goosebumps raised on your skin, lips parting to let a pathetic whine erupt from your throat.
Ryuken pumped his shaft a few times, lolling his head back in bliss, before removing his glasses in frustration with his free hand and discarding them carelessly on the bed. You wished you could see his face all scrunched up, when he finally pushed the head of his cock past your folds and made sure to bury himself into you to the hilt. The air seemed to have been knocked out of your lungs, when your walls clamped down on his shaft, the perception of the veins dragging against your inner parts making your cry out in overstimulation.
βRyukenββ you hiccuped, fists clenching on the pillow to support yourself, when he pulled out and slammed himself back into your sappy entrance.
He grunted, fingertips bruising your hipbones, his clutch possessive and unyielding. The perfect balance between pleasure and pain, the touch of a man, not an inexperienced boy. He had loved before and he surely knew how to love you now.
He groaned, a low sound rambling from somewhere deep in his chest, as he thrusted into you with renovated vigor, fueled by the primal need to keep you close to him, to leave his scent of you, to stain your insides with his semen.
βDo you love me?β he asked you, his voice raspy, as he enclosed the back of your neck with his hand, pinning you down, pressing your cheek further into the puffy pillow below your head. Your toes curled, a strangled moan leaving your lips, swollen by the previous kisses you shared on your way to the bedroom.
βI do! I do, Ryuken!β.
βYou are doing amazing. β he praised you, his pelvis repeatedly smacking against the back of your thighs β Could I finish inside? Would you love for me to give you a child?β.
It came to you as an unexpected request, especially since Ryuken was already a father. However, how could you deny yourself the pleasure of connecting your bodies so intimately, of granting his wish to become a parent again with you?
βFill me upβ you agreed, wanton in your voice, as you pushed your ass back against him to meet his thrusts. In a matter of seconds, the doctor behind you lost the last shred of self-control left in him and you layed down, spent, with a pool of pearly cum oozing out of your abused core.
Byakuya Kuchiki.
Dating a Captain of the Gotei 13 was hard. If you were the older sister of the man who had saved the world, it was almost impossible not to do it without feeling the pressure of the entire Soul Society passing judgment on you. If the Captain you were sharing your heart with was a member of the Kuchiki clan it inevitably meant migraines and days spent in escaping the flashing lights of the paparazzi pestering you anywhere you went.
You had no idea for how long you had been trying to avoid them that day. All you knew was that you were supposed to meet up with Byakuya at the Seinkaimon, but for some reason you had not found him waiting for you there. Welcoming you to the Soul Society there were dozens of shinigami working for the Seireitei Bulletin, instead. Suppressing your reiatsu had been useless. The impudent questions thrown at your face, along with the sound of their cameras taking pictures of you, made your head spin and you flash-stepped away from them as soon as you could.
Running through the mazy, intricate streets of the Soul Society, hoping to reach the gates of the Sixth Division, was your only option. Too bad those journalists wannabe knew how to navigate those roads better than you did and you often ended up bumping into one of them. Reaching your destination was nearly impossible. You were not the type to scream for help, especially for such trivial reasons you could perfectly handle yourself. However, you had the impression something was off today and the anxiety was preventing you from thinking straight. Out of breath, you slumped down against the wall of a blind alley, breath uneven, slightly dishevelled and, definitely, lost.
βMiss, stop running! β someone piped out, their footsteps approaching you quickly, but you had no strength to look up at them β O my Gosh, look at you! You are so pale, weak, are maybe sick? Is this the reason why Captain Kuchiki left his manor early in the morning to visit the Captain Commander? To take some days off to look after you?β.
At this point, the young shinigami standing a few feet away from you, scribbling down only God knew what on his small notebook, was downright assuming things. You knew you should have denied everything, chased him away, fought back for some privacy. However, you were not in the right state of mind to argue and your body was in need of some rest. You just panted, screwed your eyes shut, hoping he was going to drop the topic and leave you alone. But he did not stop talking. At least, not until the air was knocked out of your lungs by a familiar reiatsu shielding you from that stranger.
You did not need to peer up to the massive man standing in front of you to check who it was. White cape, black silky hair swaying around a sharp visage, the Captain of the Sixth Division impassibly stared down at the now terrified shinigami tiring you out.
βI can assure you she is perfectly fine. β Byakuya said, piercing blue eyes pinning the lanky man on the spot β On the other hand, you will need someone to look after you, once I am done with youβ.
He never lost his composure. Not even in moments like this, in which he seemed a minute away from tearing that prick apart limb from limb. Your shoulders slacked, as the young shinigami bowed down and flash-stepped out of your sight, leaving you two alone in the desolate street. A comforting silence blanketed the area, as Byakuya turned around and offered you his hand.
βI apologise for having troubled you. I thought I would have made it in time to pick you up at the Seinkaimonβ he admitted, baritone voice coating you whole in a warm cocoon of your boyfriendβs love language: acts of service.
βIβm fine, really! Donβt blame yourself, Byakuya. You did not send them after meβ you fretted, gladly grabbing his hand and pushing yourself back on your feet.
He studied your face, reverently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb βNo, but I feel responsible for your safety. I should prevent inconveniences like that to occur. I wonβt deny I am altogether considering sending someone after themβ.
You gaped, shaking your head βWait, no! That is not necessary! You have sufficiently flexed your shiny armor by protecting me. Trust me, your presence alone scares people offβ you nervously chortled, before Byakuya tugged you closer to him, until your hips connected. You felt his muscles tense underneath his shihakusho. You suppressed a soft gasp, as his hands cupped your face and he impudently brushed his lips against yours, not capturing them in a kiss but aurely setting you ablaze.
Acts of service.
And was he not indulging you on his futon hours later, when he had you whining his name in a mating press? Your slick drenched the insides of your thighs, along with his pelvis. You almost felt ashamed of the mess you were making. A mere glance at the trail of dark, trimmed hair, glistening, trailing from his navel to his cock was enough to make you look away. But Byakuya had no intention to break the intense eye-contact he was stucking you in.
His hand reached down, roughly grabbing you by your chin and turning your head back to him βWhat do I have to do to make you understand how deeply devoted to you I am?β.
When he plunged his length back into you with a fluid motion, you moaned again. Your chest raised and fell rhythmically, your breasts jiggling with each thrust into you he made. You were a sight to behold.
βN-Nothing! You made it loud and clear, Byaβ Ngh!β.
Oh, dear Lord, he loved the way your face scrunched up in bliss, when he hit certain sweet spot within you. Your toes curled, your walls tightened around him. Byakuya grunted βMaybe I know what to doβ he inhaled sharply, stormy eyes clouded over in lust and mischief. He was plotting something. You knew him and that look on his face, the way a knot formed between his eyebrows and he harshly bit down on his lower lip until it cracked.
βI will give those bottom-dwellers something to talk about for months and, luckily, something that will keep them away from you for months. β Byakuya groaned, cock furiously bullying you, until he accidentally hit your cervix and you squealed out in a pained moan β I am going to stuff you full tonight. My semen will fertilize your womb, darling. Pictures of your creamy hole are going to be sentβ Goddamn!β.
A throaty moan rang in your ears, your teary eyes driving him nuts. He had lost his restraints. Byakuya Kuchiki, a nobleman, the Captain who never cussed, was unable to be impertubable when it came down to you. Cupping your cheeks in his hands, Byakuya kissed you. Your tongues wrestled, as you reached your orgasms. When he pulled out of you, he was panting, the bulbous head of his cock teasing your sappy entrance, sharp eyes watching in glee his seed leaking out of you.
Yes, there he was. Byakuya Kuchiki, the proud Captain, your man.
Shunsui Kyoraku.
How did you find yourself all dolled up in a flowery kimono, hair meticulously plaited and gathered in a chignon adorned by a silver hairpin? Blame Shunsui Kyoraku for that. Running through the Dangai dressed up like that had been challenging, but there was nearly nothing you would have not done to please him. Now you were looking for him through the stalls, hoping to recognise his familiar face among the jubilant crowd of shinigamis.
As soon as your eyes landed on a wooden plate reciting βbarβ you knew exactly he was waiting for you there. What you did not expect, however, was for him to have company. A willowy shinigami, bleary-eyed from the shameful amount of alcohol she had clearly consumed, was leaning towards Shunsui with pursed lips and the intent of leaving the festival with him. He, on the other hand, was not really indulging her avances. Instead, he gifted her short and dry chuckles, respectful of her solely for her gender.
You were fuming, anyway. Debating on whether staying, or leaving, when he caught you gaping at the scene unfolding before your eyes and subtly gestured for you to approach him. Smug bastard, he always had had his way with words. Swallowing your pride, you slided next to him, silently assessing what the Hell was going on. He knew you were a second away from snapping that gooseβs neck like a twig. And maybe this was the reason why he squeezed your thigh reassuringly, but hard enough to get your attention.
βAlright, dear. Since you do seem eager to win me over, why donβt you buy me a drink, huh?β Shunsui suggested, earning a murderous look from you and a chortle from the other woman.
He seemed to have everything under his control. Everything, including you, because as soon as he caught a glimpse of your hand gliding over the hilt of your zanpakuto, his hand was wrapped around your wrist in a iron grip.
βLet me goβ you seethed.
βHave some patience, honeyβ.
You scoffed, barely registering the slice of lemon on a silver tray the barman had settled on the counter before you. Not even the drink Shunsui had in his hand, ready to chug it down out of habit.
βBite on the lemon, suck up the juice for me, as if it wasβ¦ Well, you knowβ he murmured lowly, falshing a lazy smile at the drunk woman at his other side, eating him alive with her doe green eyes. Witch.
Nevertheless, you did. You grabbed the slice of the fruit, teeth sinking onto it, until Shunsui grasped your jaw and captured your lips with his in mindblowing kiss. You gasped, lips parting as Shunsui allowed the alcohol to run down your throat, his groan displaying his enjoyment in watching you yielding at him. He was such in a natural in situations like this. And you, swallowing down the bitter liquor, complied to his antics. At times, he acted as if everything was nothing but a comedy and he was on the stage to entertain the spectators. You shuddered, cheeks flushing up when you felt the eyes of some people passing by labeling you two as βshameless swines without any sense of docorumβ on you.
But this was nothing but Shunsuiβs way to send a message to the woman upsetting you, the same woman now gawking in bewilderment as your boyfriend lapped at your lips, slowly dragging his tongue over your lips, cracking a grey eye open to silently shoo her away.
What a man you had found yourself.
And you were so lucky to have an experienced, older man who could have perfectly blended in the human world as a porn actor, given the way he languidly fucked you dumb. You were on your side, one hand wrapped around you thigh to lift it for you, the other around your throat, applying a gentle pressure on your windpipe.
His cock was bullying your cunt, slick in your arousal. The stretch, as per usual, had extremely delicate. Now, however, you were so wet it kept on entering and exiting your hole smoothly, effortlessly.
βHave I ever told you how catastrophically exquisite you look like when you are mad at me? Sometimes, I want to have you all bossy and irritated just to show you how hard you get meβ he cooed, a throaty moan resonating in the room as he glided his nose down your jawline.
Not the dirty talk. Not again. You had lost the count of how many times you had reached your climax that night. The first orgasm had hit you while he had decided that fingering you in the gardens of his quarters was a good idea.
The rest was a blurry line of scandalous moans and limbs tangled in the desperate fight of tearing your clothes apart.
βYou are risking your own lifeβ¦ β you chided him, eyes rolling in the back of your skull β Fuck! Fuck, Shunsui, Iβm cumming again!β you cried out, frissons running down your legs as you bit down on your bottom lip until it bled. The metallic taste driving you wild was what you needed to suck his cock in, coating it in your juices.
He bit your cheek, affectionately, before he frowned and gave you a few sloppy thrusts before he finally ended up spurting his own release into you, painting your walls white to make sure you knew he had decided to stay with you until the very end.
βThe first and last woman I lovedβ¦ My womanβ.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez had always been unhinged, territorial, radiating testosterone like the alpha male in a pack establishing its leadership. Strangely enough, much to your surprise, he was adapting to living in Karakura pretty well. Through the passing of time, he had learned not to pick up fights over trivial matters and was attempting to abstain from vomiting insults and vulgar terms in front of complete strangers. Sometimes, Kisuke had to call you to ask you to come to the shop, where he was risiding, to calm him down, but it had been quite a while since he had been out of his bonkers. He was making progresses and it was all in the name of his love for you. Or so you liked to think.
There were still so many things you had yet to do with Grimmjow and he was eager to explore the human world. Therefore, when one of your closest friends called you up to enjoy a night out at the local discotheque, you gladly accepted her invitation and persuaded Grimmjow to come with you. At first, he was baffled by the idea humans had of entertainment. He just stood in a corner, arms folded against his chest, as he inspected the strobs suspiciously, almost expecting them to explode in a million of lethal splinters. He claimed he did not mind you drifting away in the crowd of sweaty, dancing people occupying what you told him was a βdance floorβ. Then his piercing blue eyes grew comically round. And he sensed something unpleasant was about to happen.
You were giggling, swaying your hips, clueless about the thug at your back disgustingly checking you out, as if you were a slice of cake to guzzle down. But Grimmjow had already elbowed his way up to you, hastily sliding behind your back and encircling your waist with his muscular arms. For once, it was not straight up territorial. It was a protective gesture. You could feel his chest heaving behind you, his abs pressed agaisnt your spine, his grip firm but not possessive.
βGrimm, whatβs wrong?β you chimed, only for him to clench his jaw and stare daggers at someone behind you. You tried to twirl around to face him, to have a look at what was actually going on, but he prevented you from seeing the homicidal glare he was directing to that guy.
βKeep dancing, nothingβs worth of your attentionβ.
βYou are clearly upsetββ.
βDoll, drop it. Go dance with your friend, see you laterβ.
And just like that, he let you go, making sure you were skidding off in your friends arms. You blinked skeptically, when Grimmjow dashed out of the pub, fist tugging at the collar of a guyβs shirt, literally dragging him out of the dance floor and to the exit, you knew exactly what had happened.
Later, he made sure you felt each and every vein of his cock, engraving its shape into your tight, warm channel. He was frustrated, but not with you. His knuckles were bruised, sweat dribbled down his nose. You were perched on his lap, wrists tied with a rope behind your back, as Grimmjow slammed you down his shaft repeatedly. Your neck was ruined by feral marks he had left on your skin, teeth carving your flesh in hunger.
βFuckβ Itβs hella hard taking ya out, okay? Ya just stroll around happily, ignoring the dogs drooling after ya with the only intent to screw youβ he ranted, grinning as you pathetically whined on top of him. Your mind was gradually going blank.
Fragments of what had happened earlier outside the bar flashing before your eyes. You had felt ashamed, when you had grown wet at the sight of Grimmjow punching that man on his face. Blood had splattered on his knuckles and face, indecorous epithets shouted at his victim as he spat on the ground to emphasise his disgust towards him. Then he had said certain words and the world had stopped revolving for you.
βLeer at my fuckinβ girl like that again and Iβll make ya swallow your teethβ.
You were toasted. Just like now, with your pussy clenching shamelessly around his cock, teary eyes soaking in the sight of Grimmjow biting in the side of your throat again, his dick throbbing into you.
βGrimmββ.
βPretty girl, my absurdly stunning chick making heads turn. Gotta breed ya, tonight. Donβt wanna waste time anymoreβ he reasoned, planting a sloppy kiss on your swollen lips as he secured one arm around your waist and enclasped his hand behind your nape. You felt his cock dive deeper into you, a strained moan falling from your lips as he thrusted up into you.
Your forehead was pressed against his shoulders, your eyes closed as you cried out pathetically near his ear βClose! Iβmβ Iβm really close, babe! Nghβ Iβm cumming!β you wept, thighs quivering the moment he began to thrust up into you as if the world was going to wnd that night, if he did not get you pregnant.
And the moment he stilled, your own fluids gushing out of you and soaking his thighs, Grimmjow shot his load right into you, clutching you close like you were his possession. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his cock twitching one last time until it eventually softened. You hummed, kissing the side of his jaw, whilst Grimmjow kneaded your ass out of habit, before delivering a firm spank on your left rear.
βWanna go to the club again tomorrow? Iβm yearning for more actionβ he jested, as you chuckled softly against his skin.
Well, despite what most of your friends still said about him, Grimmjow had proved himself to be a man that night, not a ruthless fuckboy not looking for a real relationship. You were his mate. He was not going to leave you, unless someone killed him. And, letβs be real, this was going to he a very hard task.
Author note.
Took me long enough to upload this, but I made it! Iβm sorry for the slow updates, but I confess Iβve barely got time to take care of myself as of late. Iβve a lot of ideas and little time to write, sigh. But I promise, this is going to be a good summer! Let me know what you think about this! Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!
Sukuna making out with you while his other mouth is⦠occupied.
trueform!sukuna x fem!reader drabble, sukuna has four arms and a belly mouth, cunnilingus, overstimulation, kissing, light degradation, size difference, light blood warning. nsfw 18+ mdni.
Every choked gasp you took seemed to be smothered by his mouth pressed up against you.
Well⦠his mouths.
He had you pinned down, spread open and utterly helpless beneath him. The sheets were damp, clinging to your fevered flesh like heated palms. Everything was hot and slick. Your trembling thighs turned slippery, bent and pressed back as wide as they could go to make room for his broad form to slot in between.
He had your face pinched between his mammoth fingers, caressing your jaw like the clamp of an iron hinge. He angled your face as he pleased, pressing his mouth to yours in slow, hot kisses. The motion so vulgar that your head spun when you felt his tongue slide against your own in a lewd tangle. His touch was claiming - licking as if he could devour you from the inside out, teeth nipping at your lips until he tasted the salted burst of blood on his tongue.
Between flutters of your lashes you peered down over your flushed cheekbones to catch glimpses of the obscene sight below you, where his abdomen split in two, and his other tongue was lapping wide lazy strokes over your bare cunt.
βOh god.-β You whined, breaking from the kiss with a strangled cry - watching a glittering thread of saliva connect you to him through half lidded eyes for a brief moment before it snapped.
βNot quite.β He chuckled, licked his lips, pink and plump from your wayward teeth. His face still so close that you could feel his breath puff hot over your cheeks, tickling your lashes. βTry again, pet.β
The tongue between your thighs suddenly dipped low to swipe teasingly over your soaked entrance, and you squirmed and gasped out a breathless sound as you felt the pulsing muscle finally slip its way inside. The stretch of lips above pressed flat simultaneously, encapsulating your mound in a sweet, mellow suckle.
βUh-Sukuna~!β You cried, tried to clamp your legs closed against the overwhelming sizzle of pleasure, but instead you felt two of his hands grasp you - big palms pressing your thighs flat against the mattress until you were splayed, open and easy for him.
βThatβs better.β Came his purred reply, thumbs biting into the bruised flesh behind your knees.
He craned his head back down and swiped his sharp tongue over your teeth before capturing your lips once more in a snarl of a kiss, swallowing your strangled moans as his tongue chased the feeble sound down your throat.
His other tongue set a dizzying rhythm between your thighs, sultry licks that had your toes curling against the mattress. As Sukuna sucked your tongue, it wormed its way deep inside, massaging that delicious little spot with its curling, poking tip.
You could feel an obscene mix of his spit and your own arousal creeping down between your shaking thighs, thick rivets pooling below you on the sullied sheets as he began to move, grinding your tender clit along the curves of his tattooed abs until your eyes rolled back in your skull.
βAw. Overwhelmed, are we?β He cooed, ran one of his thumbs over your swollen lips to watch them turn glossy, little droplets of blood faded to pink with spit.
βMmmcumminiβmcumming βkuna-!β You babbled, eyes squeezed closed as you panted out little pleasure gasps, clenching around his dripping tongue as it thrusted inside.
You felt both of his mouths spread into a vicious grin at that.
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Summary: Your car breaks down and the friendly sheriff comes to your rescue.
a/n: Guys please π send any twilight requests you have my way, Iβm so desperate to write moreΒ
You were currently on a road trip, alone, going from Oregon to well, anywhere really. Your car begins to stutter as you drive through the night. You pull your car over on the side of the road, your heart rate slowly rising in frustration.Β
You take a deep breath, mentally counting to ten, you remind yourself that there's nothing you can do about it right now, you just have to accept that your car has broken down and that you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, you don't even recognize where you are.Β
You look around, taking in your surroundings, your gaze falling on a sign that reads "Forks, Washington," located a few kilometers down ahead.
As you dial the number for the sheriff of that area, your heart continues to race anxiously. With every additional ring, the worry inside you seems to intensify, it felt like an eternity before someone picked up on the other end of the line. The line clicks as the call connects. You hear a deep, gruff voice come through the phone, "Forks Sheriff's office."
βHelloβ¦ My name is Y/N, uh, Iβm not sure where I am but my car just broke down. Itβs really dark,β you quickly ramble into the phone, eyes wandering the surrounding area.Β
The voice on the other end of the phone responds calmly, "Hello Y/N, this is Charlie Swan, the Sheriff. Can you tell me where you're currently located?" The Sheriff, Charlie, seems to have a gentle and steady tone, attempting to help you as he inquires for more information about where you are stranded.
"Well, I'm next to the 'Welcome to Forks' sign.." you reply, the gentle tone from the sheriff helping to calm your nerves.Β
"Okay," the sheriff responds firmly, his tone conveying a sense of reassurance, "Just stay where you are, I'll be there soon." There's a sense of comfort in the assurance that the sheriff is on his way.Β
There's a brief moment of silence after the phone call ends, and you take a few calming breaths, trying to steady yourself amidst the darkness. Shortly afterward, you notice the headlights of a police cruiser approaching on the road in the distance, the patrol car getting closer until it pulls up behind your stranded vehicle.
Charlie, the sheriff, steps out of the vehicle, his presence is undeniably commanding yet somehow soothing, the stern expression on his face is replaced by a slight smile as he walks over to your car.
Unlocking the door you cautiously step out into the cool night air, gaze meeting the sheriffs. Charlie steps closer to you, the smile still on his face as he takes in your worried expression,Β
"Y/N?" he asks, his tone carrying a hint of recognition for the voice he spoke to on the phone.Β
He walks toward you, his steps measured and calculated, his tall stature towering over you as he steps closer. A small smile still on his face, he looks you over, inspecting your car, he asks inquisitively, "Car trouble?"
"Mhm, I'm not too sure what happened.." you sigh, watching as he comes to inspect the hood. You sneakily check him out, noticing how the night casts gentle shadows over his features.Β
Charlie leans down over the hood, his eyes studying the engine with focused attention. He gives a few knocks on the engine and tries to look around inside as much as he can, his face becoming slightly grim as he starts to examine the issue.
He straightens himself up, closing the hood gently, before turning to you. His voice is calm and steady, "Well, looks like we've got some real trouble here. Engine seems to be overheating."
"I don't know much about cars..." you murmur, stepping closer to him and holding your coat tight around you
Charlie notices your closeness, and he instinctively reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder to keep you warm. He looks at you, a hint of a smile on his face as he replies, "Well, that's alright, not everyone needs to be a mechanic."
He glances at your car once more and sighs, "Overheating is a pretty common issue, it happens when your engine gets too hot to function properly. Based on the look of things, you won't be going anywhere anytime soon."
Your cheeks flush with his gentle touch, immediately craving more of his warm body. "I see, is there a motel or someplace I can stay for the night? Until I get this checked out?"
Charlie's eyes fall on yours, observing your blush with a hint of curiosity. He notices your desire for warmth but doesn't say anything.
He nods as you mention finding a place for the night and replies, "Yes, there are a couple of motels nearby, but they're not the most...pleasant, to say the least."
He studies your face again and his expression softens a bit as he continues, "You can stay at my place for the night. I have a guest room you can use."
Your blush deepens, the strong musk of his cologne sending your mind to inappropriate places. "Your place? Are you sure?"
Charlie looks at you, noticing your blushing getting even more noticeable, making him raise his eyebrows a bit. He smiles gently and says in a reassuring voice, "Yeah, my place. It's a lot more comfortable than any motel around here anyway. And I don't mind, really."
There's a hint of something in his voice, a subtle intensity that can't quite be explained. He looks at you again, making sure you're up for the idea.
"Alright, that sounds amazing." you grin, flashing him your pearly whites as you take a half step closer to him. "A warm cozy house, a soft mattress.. sounds like heaven."Β
Charlie notices your movements, the way you step closer to him, and he can't help but chuckle softly. Seeing your toothy grin makes his heart skip a beat, the sound of your voice sending a shiver down his spine.
He responds with a smirk, "Oh, you flatter me. Now, let's get your things out of the car and head over there."
He motions for you to open the trunk, letting you help him carry your belongings to his patrol car. As you both move your belongings to his cruiser, Charlie can't help but sneak glances at you, noticing the way your skin glows in the pale moonlight.Β
He holds open the passenger door of his car for you, his hand lingering for an extra second as you get in. He then walks around to the driver's side and settles in, starting up the engine. The silence in the car feels heavier than usual, the air filled with a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation.
"Thank you, Charlie," The warmth of the car causes you to relax into the plush seats.Β
As you express your gratitude, a wave of genuine honesty comes over Charlie, his grip on the steering wheel loosening and his shoulders relaxing. He glances at you, noticing your relaxed state in the passenger seat.
His voice, low and sultry, responds, "No problem, Y/N. I'm glad to be able to help." He glances at you, his eyes lingering on your form, appreciating the sight of you in the warm glow of the car.
His voice is seductive, sending shivers down your spine and causing you to clench your legs together. You try to distract yourself, fumbling with the hem of your sweater as you stare out the window, heart pounding loudly in your ears.Β
Charlie can practically feel the tension growing in the air as he continues to drive, the sound of your heart beating faster does not escape his ear. He steals a glance at you, noting your restless fiddling with the hem of your sweater.
His mind begins to wander and he silently wonders about the effect he's having on you. He decides to test the waters a bit, clearing his throat and saying, "You look a little cold there."
"Oh, uhm, just a little." your voice cracks slightly as you turn to look at him once again.Β
Charlie smiles at the sound of your cracking voice, feeling almost amused at the way you respond. He keeps his gaze on the road ahead of him, but he notices the way your eyes meet his as you speak to him.
He decides to push further, reaching over to turn up the heat in the car. As he does so, his hand brushes lightly against your knee, a subtle but deliberate action designed to get a reaction from you.
You jump slightly, a soft surprised noise escaping your plush lips. Charlie grins at the sound of your startled gasp, his mind racing with intrigue and curiosity. He notices the way your body jerks at his touch, and he can't help but feel a rush of excitement go through him.
His hand continues to linger on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing small, almost soothing circles into your skin. "Sorry," he murmurs, his voice carrying a hint of playful innocence, "Didn't mean to startle you."
"It's.. okay.." you murmur, eyes focused on the way his finger moves against your skin. The short drive comes to an end as he pulls into the driveway of his house, you bite down on your bottom lip in anticipation as you wait for his next move.
Charlie notices the way you bite down on your bottom lip, his vision fixated on the way your teeth indent your lip. He can't help but think about how badly he wants to pull that lip between his own teeth and taste it for himself.
He parks the cruiser in the driveway and clears his throat, his mind trying to push down the thoughts of your lips. He looks at you, his eyes full of desire, as he says in a slightly hoarse voice, "We're here."
"Okay, shall we go inside?" You click the seatbelt, letting it fall back, turning at the waist to face him.
Charlie quickly notices the movement of your waist, his eyes briefly falling on the way your body shifts to face him. He lets out a low breath, trying to calm himself down, before replying, "Yeah, let's get inside."
He gets out of the car and walks around to your side, holding open the door for you. As you step out, he can't help but let his hand graze over your waist, a brief but purposeful touch.
"You're very gentlemanly," you giggle as he leads you to the door, your bags in hand. "Thank you again, Charlie."
Charlie chuckles softly as you mention his gentlemanly demeanor, feeling amused at the way you respond to him. He unlocks the front door and holds it open for you, gesturing for you to go inside first.
As you step inside, he follows closely behind, placing a hand on the small of your back, and guiding you further into the house. He responds, his voice warm and genuine, "No problem, Y/N, I'm glad I could help."
Charlie notices you leaning into his touch, your body molding into his, and his mind is flooded with thoughts of how badly he wants to wrap his arms around you. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it's driving him crazy.
He stops for a moment, his hand still on your back, and looks down at you, his voice soft and husky as he says, "Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?"
"Could I please get a glass of water?" your tone is soft as he sets your bags next to the door, watching as his muscles flex from underneath his uniform.Β
Charlie nods at your request, his mind briefly distracted by the way you speak to him in that soft voice. He feels your gaze on his muscular arms and chest, and he can't deny that it makes him feel a little more self-conscious.
He walks over to the kitchen, retrieving a glass and filling it with cold water from the tap. He returns to where you stand and hands you the water, his fingers brushing against yours as he does so.
You slip out of your sweater, revealing your skin-tight undershirt as you take a cautious seat on the couch, not wanting to get *too* comfortable.
As you shed your sweater, revealing the thin undershirt beneath, Charlie can't help but notice the way the material clings to your body, his Adamβs apple bobbing as he observes your every move. His eyes roam over your form, taking in the sight of your curves in the tight fabric, and he feels a wave of desire wash over him.
He watches as you gingerly sit on the couch, trying to maintain a sense of composure, and he wonders how much self-control he has left. He steps into the room, sitting next to you, and giving you a glass of cool water.
"Thank you," you murmur, sweetly smiling at him before taking a long sip of the drink. Your cleavage becomes more exposed to the man in front of you as you set the glass down, you lean back and relax on the couch.Β
Charlie nearly chokes on his own saliva as he watches your cleavage become more exposed, his eyes fixed on the way the thin fabric clings to your skin, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. He swallows hard, trying to compose himself, but he can feel the tension in the air building between you both.
He shifts on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, as he replies, his voice huskier than before, "You're welcome."
"Are you married, sheriff?" You blurt out, heart racing as you contemplate trying to seduce the older man.Β
Charlie is a little caught off guard by the sudden question, but he composes himself quickly. He gives a soft chuckle, leaning back on the couch and shaking his head.
He responds, his voice low and steady, "No, I'm not married." He looks at you, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin, and he can feel the tension and desire growing between you both.
You move closer to him, your hand falling to his thigh as you press your breasts against his arm. "A girlfriend?" you look at him through your lashes, gaze seductive as you admire his features in the new lighting.
Charlie feels the weight of your hand on his thigh, sparks shooting through his body at your touch. He can't help but let out a low breath as he feels your body pressed against his arm, the sight of your eyes looking up at him through your lashes is almost too much.
He maintains his composure, answering your question with a slightly hoarse voice, "No... no girlfriend." His eyes roam over your face, taking in every feature as he replies.
You lean forward, face mere inches from his. "Then... would you mind if I kiss you?" you slide onto his lap, gently letting your weight rest on him as your hands move to cup his face.Β
Charlie is taken aback by your bold move, your body suddenly straddling his lap, the heat of your skin burning through the layers of his uniform. He can't help but let out a soft moan at the feeling of your weight on him, unable to control his own reaction to your touch.
He looks at you, his voice a low growl as he responds, "I don't mind at all." His hands come to grip your hips, steadying you on his lap as he awaits your next move.
Leaning forward you capture his lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss, hands moving to keep him close to you, hips rocking against his ever so slightly.Β
Charlie responds immediately to your kiss, his lips meeting yours in a fierce yet tender embrace. He lets out a low moan as your hips start to rock against him, his hands gripping your hips even tighter, his fingers indenting your skin.
He pulls you closer to him, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance to the heat of your mouth. His mind is clouded with desire, the taste and feel of you against him is driving him wild.
Your mouth opens for him, your body desperate for more of his touch, you moan at the feeling of his erection growing against your clothed cunt.Β
β
With a deep, needy groan, Charlie's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as your kiss deepens. His hands slip under your shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over the softness of your skin, making you quiver with anticipation. His mouth moves to your neck, kissing and sucking gently, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.Β
You can feel his hardness pressing against you, and your own need is becoming unbearable. Your hands tangle in his hair as you rock your hips into him, seeking more friction. Charlie's grip on your hips tightens as he feels your body grinding into him, and he can no longer resist the temptation.Β
His hand slides down to palm your ass, guiding you closer as he grinds back against you, his erection pulsing with desire. His kisses become more urgent, his teeth grazing your earlobe before capturing your ear with his lips, whispering, "I want you, Y/N."
You gasp as his teeth graze your earlobe, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "I want you too, Charlie," you murmur, your breath hot against his neck as you kiss and nip at the sensitive skin there. The intensity of your passion builds as your hands explore his body, feeling the tension in his muscles as he responds to your touch.Β
Encouraged by your confession, Charlie's hand moves from your ass to the hem of your shirt, deftly sliding it up and over your head, leaving you in only your bra and pants. He kisses down your neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form, as he gently unclips the back of your bra, letting it fall away to expose your full, round breasts to the cool air.Β
He groans in appreciation, his eyes dark with desire as he cups them in his hands, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. Your back arches, pressing you into his touch as his mouth finds on the peak, suckling it with an intensity that has you gripping his shoulders tightly, a soft moan escaping your lips.
With a sudden surge of need, Charlie wraps his arms around your waist and effortlessly lifts you from the couch, carrying you down the hallway to his dimly lit bedroom. He sets you gently on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to unbuckle his belt, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the well-defined muscles and tattoos that cover his torso, making your heart race even faster. You watch, mesmerized, as he unbuttons and pulls down his pants, his erection straining against his boxers.
With trembling hands, you help him remove the last of his clothing, revealing his rock-hard body to the cool air. He returns the favor, taking his time to remove your pants and panties, leaving you nude in front of him. His eyes drink in the sight of you, silent praise for the beauty laid before him.
With a gentle push, Charlie lays you back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he climbs over you, his body hovering just above yours. He kisses you softly, his mouth exploring yours with a passion that's tender yet fiery, his tongue dancing with yours as his hands continue to roam your body. You can feel the heat from his bare skin as he presses himself against you, his erection nestling between your thighs.
You wrap your legs around him, urging him closer, your hands exploring the firm planes of his back as he kisses down your body, leaving a trail of sweet kisses from your neck to your navel. His mouth finds your clit, his tongue flicking gently against the sensitive nub, making your back arch and your hips buck involuntarily.
He moves in a torturously slow rhythm, building your pleasure until you're panting for more, your nails digging into his shoulders as you beg for his cock. Charlie chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your body. He kisses up your stomach, his eyes locked with yours as he positions himself at your entrance.
With one hand, he guides himself in, his eyes never leaving yours as he sinks into you inch by inch. You gasp as he fills you completely, the feeling of fullness making you whimper with need. He starts to move, his strokes deep and slow, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your body.
Your hips match his rhythm, the slick sounds of skin on skin filling the room as you both give in to the passion consuming you. The tension builds, coiling tightly in your stomach, until it's almost too much to handle. With a final, powerful thrust, Charlie whispers your name against your ear, sending you over the edge into a climax that leaves you trembling and gasping for breath.
You cling to him as he follows suit, his warmth seeping into you as he releases his own passion, your bodies joined as one. After a moment, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his embrace as you both catch your breath, the aftershocks of your shared pleasure still coursing through your veins.
may I request another Luffy x fem reader please. Where Luffy is always picking up y/n like anywhere and everywhere they go (they arenβt dating or anything yet either) and heβs just always carrying her. Maybe even one day sheβs wearing a skirt and so she freaks out when Luffy goes to grab her but Luffy holds her skirt down while carrying her. I donβt know I feel like it would be cute. Thank you!
Up You Go!
luffy x fem!reader
words count: 1.6k
tags: fluffy, sfw, humour, jealous luffy
masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi
βY/N! Letβs go!β
You barely turn around before Luffy swoops in and lifts you off the ground like you weigh nothing.
βLuffy! I can walk, you know!β you squawk, flailing a little as he plops you onto his back.
βBut this is fasterβ he grins, arms hooked under your thighs like itβs second nature.
Youβre used to it. Kind of.
Everywhere the Straw Hats go, itβs the same thing. Town visit? Pick-up. Battle? Pick-up. Beach walk? Pick-up. Youβve lost count how many times heβs carried you.
βOi, Luffy, you treating her like your personal backpack again?β Zoro calls out, amused.
βShe is more comfortable than my backpackβ Luffy says proudly.
βI am not a backpackβ you mutter, crossing your arms from behind him.
But you donβt jump down. Luffyβs warm. His back is strong and steady. Plusβ¦he hums when he walks, and itβs kind of nice.
Later that day, Nami wants to shop in the market square, so you tag along. Youβre wearing a cute skirt, just something light and breezy. Totally forgot that Luffy might be Luffy.
You hear his steps behind you.
You turn slowly βLuffy, donβt you dare.β
βWhat?β he blinks.
βNo pick-ups! Iβm in a skirt!β
βSkirt?β he repeats, glancing down.
βYes. Skirt. No pick-ups. Bad idea.β You point a finger at him.
He tilts his head like you just told him food is illegal βBut I always carry you.β
You groan βNot today. Please.β
He frowns ββ¦Okay.β
Youβre shocked. He listens?
βThank youβAH!β
Too late. Arms wrap around you, lifting you straight off the ground.
βLUFFY!β
βDonβt worry!β he says, grinning as you flail.
Then his hand tugs your skirt down, carefully holding it in place as he walks.
You freeze ββ¦Did you justβ?β
βYeah,β he says simply βYou said skirt.β
ββ¦And you still picked me up.β
βYup!β
You sigh, but your cheeks are hot. Luffy, meanwhile, just hums again like itβs the most normal thing ever.
βNext time, Iβm wearing pants...β you mutter.
Itβs been three days since the βskirt incidentβ.
You thought maybe Luffy would chill after that. Stop treating you like some kind of travel-sized accessory.
But no. You hear him before you see him.
βY/N!β
You turn around, already tensing βDonβt youββ
Too late. Heβs already in front of you. But this time, he doesnβt throw you over his shoulder or anything like that.
Nope.
He scoops you up. Like a princess.
Both arms under your back and knees. Smooth, gentle.
Your heart leaps into your throat.
βW-What the hell is this now?!β
βYou said skirts were hard,β Luffy shrugs, totally calm βSo Iβm trying something new!β
βYou can also not carry me at all! Thatβs also an option!β
He just blinks at you βBut I like carrying you.β
Your face heats up. You glance around, Sanjiβs dropped a tray, Robinβs smirking, and Usoppβs whispering something to Chopper.
βThis is so embarrassing!β you hiss, curling a little into his chest.
Luffy just laughs βWhy? You look cute like this.β
You go still ββ¦What did you say?β
βHuh?β
βWhat did you just say?β
He tilts his head βYou look cute like this. Why? Did I say it wrong?β
βNo! I meanβyes! I meanβugh!β
You bury your face in your hands as Luffy keeps walking down the Sunny like nothingβs weird.
βNamiβs gonna kill youβ you mumble.
βSheβll get over itβ he grins.
βI wonβt.β
βYes, you will.β
You kind ofβ¦do.
His arms are warm. He doesnβt drop you. He even adjusts his grip so your skirt stays down and your hair doesnβt blow in your face.
Heβs justβ¦too good at this.
You peek up at him βLuffy?β
βYeah?β
ββ¦You really like carrying me, huh?β
He grins wide βYup.β
ββ¦Why?β
He shrugs βFeels right.β
Your heart skips.
Stupid pirate...
Sunny is docked at a lively island. Music, food, games... perfect for a break. The whole crew splits up, scattering into the crowd like kids at a festival.
Youβre with Sanji, trying a fried octopus ball he insists is βthe best in the worldβ.
βOpen up, mademoiselle~β Sanji offers you one with a big, cheesy grin.
You laugh and lean forward, just asβ
βOi.β
Luffyβs voice cuts in sharp and sudden.
You look over your shoulder, mouth full βMmm?β
Luffyβs standing there, arms crossed. His usual smile is gone. Thatβs rare. Really rare.
Sanji raises an eyebrow βWhatβs up, Luffy?β
Luffy doesnβt answer. He just walks over, grabs your hand and picks you up.
Again. Princess style.
βLUFFY!β you yelp βWhat are youβ?!β
βNo more feeding her.β he says, glaring at Sanji like he just kicked Chopper.
βIβm not jealous,β Luffy lies, squeezing you a little tighter βSheβs mine.β
Your brain short-circuits.
βYours?!β you squeak.
Luffy frowns βYeah. I meanβnot like mine-mine. But likeβsheβs my crewmate. I always carry her. You donβt get to feed her.β
Sanji puts a hand to his chest βHow romantic.β
βShut upβ Luffy grumbles.
Your heart is pounding so loud you swear Sanji can hear it.
βLuffy, you really didnβt need toββ
βDidnβt like it...β he mumbles.
βWhat?β
βYou laughing with him. Eating with him. Thatβs supposed to be with me.β
You stare at him, stunned ββ¦You really are jealous.β
He scowls at the sky βI said Iβm not!β
Then he stomps off with you still in his arms.
βLuffy, where are we going?!β
βSomewhere with no cooks.β
Youβre now sitting on a quiet hill, eating takoyaki with your fingers while Luffy sits beside you, pouting.
ββ¦So,β you say after a while, βdo you only carry people youβre jealous over?β
βNo,β he mutters βJust you.β
ββ¦Why me?β
He doesnβt look at you βFeels right.β
You smile a little. Same answer. But itβs starting to feel like it means something more.
The sunβs almost down by the time you both make it back to the Sunny.
Luffyβs still quiet. Not sulking, justβ¦thinking. You donβt see that often. He scratches his cheek, eyes on the sky, lips pressed in a line.
Youβre walking this time. He hasnβt picked you up again.
And somehow, that feels weirder.
You glance at him βYouβre not gonna carry me?β
He stops walking. Looks at you. Then shrugs βDidnβt know if you wanted me to.β
You blink βYouβve been doing it for months without asking.β
He tilts his head βYeah, butβ¦ I didnβt know it made your heart beat fast until today.β
Your breath catches βHuh?β
βYou always get all red,β he says, frowning slightly βI thought maybe you didnβt like it. But then Sanji made you laugh, and you got all red then, too. So now Iβm not sure.β
You stare at him βLuffyβ¦ you noticed all that?β
He nods βI notice you.β
Your chest tightens.
He rubs the back of his neck βI didnβt mean to get weird about Sanji. I justβ¦ I like carrying you. Being close to you. Makes me happy.β
ββ¦Even before all this? Before the skirt? The market? All of it?β
βYeah,β he says, looking right at you βSince the first time.β
You step closer, eyes searching his βWhy didnβt you say anything?β
βI donβt know,β he says βDidnβt know what to call it. Just knew it felt right.β
You smile, heart thudding so loud now you know he hears it.
βSoβ¦ what now?β
He grins slowly βNow I pick you up.β
You laugh βRight now?!β
βYup.β
And just like always, youβre in the air, arms around his neck, legs cradled in his hold. But this time, his face is closer. Slower.
This time, he leans in.
His forehead rests against yours βIs this okay?β
You nod, cheeks burning βYeah. It is.β
And then, finally, finally, he kisses you.
Itβs soft. Just a brush. But itβs everything.
Luffy pulls back, still holding you like treasure.
βIβm gonna carry you everywhere nowβ he says.
You smile βYou already do.β
You try to sneak back onto the Sunny quietly. You really try.
But Luffy is still carrying you. Princess style. Smiling like he just found a whole island made of meat. And your lips are pink, your hairβs a little messy, and youβre trying not to look like you were just kissed by the future Pirate King.
It doesnβt work.
Sanji spots you first βMon dieuβ¦β he gasps dramatically, hand over his chest βHe kissed you, didnβt he?!β
βShhh!β you hiss, trying to wiggle out of Luffyβs arms.
He doesnβt let go βWhy? Weβre dating now, right?β
You freeze ββ¦We are?β
He nods βYeah. Thatβs what kissing means.β
Zoro walks by, towel around his neck βTook you long enough.β
You blink βWaitβyou knew?β
He snorts βCaptainβs been carrying you like a newlywed for weeks. We all knew.β
Usopp pops his head out of the kitchen βI bet Chopper three berries youβd kiss by today! I won!β
Chopper stomps out after him βYou cheated! You saw them holding hands earlier!β
Franky grins from above deck βThis is SUPER romantic!β
Brook twirls his cane βMay I write a song about this moment? Love On the Deck of Sunny?β
Nami appears last. Arms crossed. Eyebrow raised.
βSo. Are you two gonna stop being weird now, or is the kissing gonna happen everywhere?β
Luffy grins βEverywhere.β
You slap a hand over your face βLuffyββ
βWhat? I like you,β he shrugs βIβm proud.β
Nami sighs βGreat. The captainβs in love. Weβre doomed.β
But thereβs a soft smile tugging at her lips.
Robin, reading nearby, chuckles βLet them be. Itβs cute.β
You finally give up and just hide your red face in Luffyβs shoulder. He laughs and holds you tighter.
The crew carries on bickering, teasing, laughing like always.
Only nowβ¦ youβre his. And heβs yours. And he still carries you everywhere.
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How could he when you come to him crying big crocodile tears, sobbing how no matter what you do you canβt seem to cum, how you think you must be broken, how no one would ever want such a hard-to-please woman in their bed.Β
As if he hasnβt spent years watching you, waiting for you, knowing damn well that the problem isnβt you.
So of course Caleb, being such a kind and thoughtful gege, has to prove you wrong, right?
He does. Over. And over. And over again. That is, until youβre crying in overstimulation, writhing away from his punishing thrusts, clawing against the sheets as you try to run from the pleasure-turned-pain.
Or, tried to.
βNuh-uh, sweetheart. Where do you think youβre going?β
Youβre running? No, no you canβt run away, not when heβs already spent his entire fucking life chasing you.Β
Calebβs voice is teasing, raspy and sweet, but thereβs nothing playful about the way his Evol surges to life with a mere crook of his finger, dragging you back along the mattress and pinning you down as he takes his sweet time crawling back to you.Β
Trapped, your breath hitches as you feel the weight of him settle over you, his intimidating frame caging you in, tracing featherlight kisses along your spine in such a stark contrast to how ruthlessly he was fucking you earlier. His hands roam, slow and deliberate, kneading your ass as he repositions himself behind you.
"If I let you go," he murmurs, "you promise not to run?"
Run? Why did you even want to run? You canβt remember now, not as you viciously nodding your head as much as is allowed under the control of his Evol, already arching your back into his touch as Caleb nips and marks your sticky inner thighs.Β
βGood girl.β The pressure disappears.Β
Immediately, Caleb replaces it, his entire body pressing you down before you can so much as take a proper breath. His arm snakes around your throat, flexing just enough to remind you whoβs in control, the bulging, thick mass of his bicep choking you deliciously when you attempt to squirm or beg.
Heβs got you in a headlock, the rest of his corded body pressing down atop you until your chest is squished to the mattress, ass pressed against Calebβs pelvis, the combined pressure enough for you to be seeing stars. A drooling, overstimulated mess.
It doesnβt help that heβs practically panting like a dog in your ear, whining as he already begins thrusting himself back into your cunt, delirious moans of your name and filthy praises cooed right into your ear, words barely distinguishable with how hard heβs breathing.Β
βAww p-poor thing.β Caleb pants, voice wrecked, whiny with need as he grinds himself against you. His pace is already brutal, his thrusts sharp and unforgiving, every desperate snap of his hips forcing a cry from your throat as his grip tightens, choking you deliciously every time you so much as try to squirm.βCan you be good for me? Be my sweet little girl and cum for daddy.β
It shouldnβt be hot, Caleb, your gege, calling himself daddy, it shouldnβt have you sobbing out an unintelligible plea as another orgasm builds, seizing up your body in tight, aching waves. And yet here you are, loosing your fucking mind at it.
βPlease,β you gasp, voice muffled as you sink your teeth into his bicep, embarrassed by the desperate sound of your own voice. βPlease, daddy.β
For the first time in thirty minutes, you feel Caleb stop.Β
Heβs frozen entirely, dick hot and throbbing with need within you, each shaky breath hitting your ear as he pressed down closer, flattening, suffocating you into the mattress as you feel the growl come from his throat. You can hear the way his lips curl into a grin.Β
βYou wanna say that again, princess?β
Whining, you try and arch your back further, wiggling your hips up as you try and bait Caleb into continuing, into giving you that release that was only just out of reach. But he wasnβt having any of that bratty attitude tonight.Β
βBehave.β Calebβs arm tightens, and your vision swims. βI asked you a question. You need daddy toβah shit you tightened, dirty girlβ fuck you nice and full, hmm? Fuck you stupid?βΒ
A fresh wave of humiliation burns down your spine, but it doesn't matter. Youβll say whatever he wants if it means he moves, if it means he chokes you more, if it means he finally gives you what you need one more time.Β
βYes, mβclose, please daddy! Pleaseβahβlet me cum one more time.βΒ
Caleb just snaps.
His grip tightens instinctively. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel it, enough to make your breath stutter, your body jolt like the sweet little thing you are under his grasp. His entire frame tenses above you, muscles coiling so tightly itβs like heβs holding himself together with sheer willpower alone. But itβs already slipping.
"Fucking," His voice breaks, dissolving into a strangled groan as he buries his face against your neck, breathing you in like a man starved. "Fuck that shouldnβt be so hot, it really shouldnβtβ"
Like you haven't already wrecked him beyond repair.
Calebβs Evol comes back full force, pushing you prone against the mattress so you canβt feel anything but him, the arm around your throat dropping so his hand can press against your belly instead, pinning you down as he fucks into you so deep, so hard, you swear you can feel him in your lungs. His other hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back just enough for his lips to smash onto yours, sloppy, desperate, sucking at your bottom lip as the two of you jolt with each thrust.Β
"You have no fucking idea," Caleb laughs against your lips, the words a feverish, choked-out confession, "how long I've wanted to do this to you."
Itβs almost like heβs hammering that truth into you, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, the sound of skin on skin nearly drowned out by your own sobs of pleasure.
"Calebβ"
"Say it again," he demands, not even trying to keep his composure anymore. "Say it for me, princess. Say it like you mean it."
"Daddyβ"
"Fuck."
Caleb really didn't need another kink, he really didn't need to imagine you calling him all these filthy things on top of every other sinful thing he's already imagined you doing. It must be divine punishment, because god was he into it.
Practically collapsing on top of you, Caleb's barely pulling out before grinding right back in as deep as he can get, like he can barely think to part from you even for a moment, like he needs to feel every twitch, every squeeze, every shudder of your overstimulated body. His hands roam wildly, equally greedy, kneading and groping every tender curve like heβs trying to memorize every inch of you, like heβs claiming you in ways heβs never let himself before. And fuck, youβre close.Β
Caleb notices, of course he notices, nibbling the shell of your ear as the arm around your throat tightens, the other going right back to abusing your clit as you squirt all over him with a scream.Β
βAw thatβs it, keep cumming sweet thing.β Calebβs voice is the only thing grounding you, your entire body, your vision trembling as you begin to lose consciousness. The only thing you can think of is Caleb. Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!
You donβt even realize youβre screaming his name over and over again as you squirt down both of your thighs, making a mess against the already ruined sweat-slicked sheets beneath the two of you. Youβre so damn messy. He loves it.
Convulsing, walls fluttering around him like youβre made for him, a sweet temptation Caleb is so laughably weak against as he follows, humping against you like a mad dog as his breath shatters into desperate, shaky moans of your name, spilling inside you with a force that has you sobbing with pleasure.
βOh, princess,β he rasped, his tongue tracing over the tear-streaked path down your cheek before pressing a soft, almost mocking kiss to your jaw. βShh, itβs alright, donβt cry. Your gege is here, your daddy will take good care of you, promise.β
Rafayel β±β ββ the desperate
Youβre going to have to call in sick for the week.Β
Every year with the return of the tide, with the return of ebb-and-flow day, Rafayel becomes insatiable. Youβve barely been able to be able to escape Rafayelβs grasp for long enough to go to the bathroom, let alone escape enough from his insatiable fucking to walk well enough to fight.Β
Itβs never been this bad. And itβs all your fault. Being back in your arms after eight hundred years, finally remembering the way your voice sounds when it says his name and the way you fit oh so perfectly in his arms. Itβs borderline painful to spend even a minute in your absence. His very body violently rejects the notion of it as spasms of violent heat and need drives him right back into your arms again and again and again.Β
βPlease, please let me fuck you. I canβt come like this, you know that.β
Rafayelβs voice is muffled against your thigh, breath hot as he presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. His hands are clenched into the sheets beside him, trembling with the effort of keeping them off you, as you ordered. Itβs the only rule youβve given him tonight, and yet itβs breaking him.
"Rafayel," you warn, fingers buried between your thighs, working yourself open as his desperate, pleading gaze follows your every movement.
He whimpers, nodding frantically, his cock throbbing angrily where it rests against the mattress, one hand coming back to violently fist the swollen head as it leaks all over his palm and sheets.Β "I know, I know," his voice cracks as he drags his hand around its base, rutting into his own palm like itβs not enough, like it hasnβt been enough for hours now. "But please IβfuckβI canβt."
βYou can.β You spread your legs wider, letting him see, letting him watch your fingers disappear into your fluttering cunt with a slick, wet sound that has his jaw going slack, his own hips grind into the bed helplessly.Β βI told you what would happen if you forgot to use a condom, again.β
Rafayelβs eyes plead up into yours, big fat tears slipping down his cheeks, his head shaking against your leg as he kisses the trembling flesh. "You don't understand," he sobs, nuzzling into the crook of your knee like he can smell the orgasm building inside you, like he can taste it on his tongue already. βI need- I needββ
"You need to learn control, Rafayel."Β
Your voice is less strict than youβd like it to be, already embarrassingly close considering all the times youβve come earlier today. And the way Rafayelβs looking up at you, begging, pleading, is really not helping.Β
Tilting your hips slightly, you circle your clit in a way that makes your eyes roll back, making sure he sees the way your poor cunt flutters all empty, the way your body clenches, desperate for something more, something bigger.
Rafayel groans, his grip on himself tightening. Still, itβs useless, his Lemurian biology physically wonβt let him cum unless itβs inside his pretty little mate, his cock swollen and weeping with how much heβs holding back, the pleasure that spikes through him now nothing but a cruel, agonizing echo of the real thing.
"My love," he chokes, head falling back against the mattress, his throat bobbing as he tries to breathe past the desperate hunger clawing at his insides. "My muse, my sweet darling, please. Taste you, touch you, anything, please!β
You hum, considering, rolling your hips against your own fingers as he moans, watching with wild, fevered eyes. "You wanna clean me up?"
"Yes."
The word is instant, sharp, like Rafayelβs been waiting for you to say it since the moment he first laid his hands on you tonight. Before you can even think of teasing or denying him any further, his grip snapsβboth arms wrapping around your thighs, dragging you down the mattress in one swift, fluid motion.
"Rafayelβ"
Too late.
His mouth is on you before you can protest, his tongue filthy as he sucks at your clit, licking up everything youβve given yourself, drinking in the mess between your thighs like itβs the only thing keeping him alive. Slapping your own hands away, Rafayel pauses briefly to suck them clean before diving right back into the source, moaning into your cunt, making your body seize with another orgasm before you can even process the first.
"Fuck, fuck," Your hands fly to his hair, gripping hard, but it only makes him groan, rutting against the mattress, his own pleasure reigniting just from the taste of you.Β
You try to pull away, squirming and kicking at Rafayelβs sides, his shoulders, but he doesn't even budge. His arms lock tight around your hips, keeping you there, keeping you spread for him as he eats you out like a man possessed.Β
And then he's begging again, voice wrecked, slurred with delirious pleasure, licking at your clit between words as though he really canβt get enough.Β βPlease, please let me fuck you. I promise, mhm, promise I wonβt cum inside you again.βΒ
Rafayel is still begging for permission even as he manhandles you beneath him, hesitantly parting with your cunt as he kisses up your stomach, sucking at one of your breasts as you feel the nudge of his cock against your entrance before you can even think. βPromise Iβll be good. Iβll be such a good boy.β
Fuck, you really are weak against him.Β
Using the last of your strength, you flip the both of you around, grinding down against his cock as you feel it throb, violently jumping between your thighs, the sloppy, wet sound of each movement sending shivers down both your spines. Poor thing is already ruined, body extra sensitive due to his heat, cock swollen and leaking as it begs to be inside you.Β
"You promise?" Your voice is a whisper, teasing, as you drag your soaked folds along the length of him, feeling him tremble beneath you.
Rafayel nods frantically, breath hitching, hands twitching at his sides like he wants to grab you, wants to force you down onto him, but he knows better. Knows he wouldnβt survive the punishment. His lips are red, glossy with your slick, parted around little choked-off whimpers as he fights against the desperate urge to rut up into you.
"I promise," he gasps,Β "Please, Iβll be good, I swear, Iβll be so good for you.β
You hum, dragging your fingertips down his chest, nails scraping lightly over sweat-slicked skin, enjoying the way his breath shudders at the contact. The pain. "You say that, but you've already come inside me, what, three times now?"Β
You rock your hips again, coating his cock in your arousal, watching the way his abs twitch with the effort of keeping still. Gods, heβs so pretty like this, neglected and crying underneath you, muscles strained and glistening with sweat and cum, watercolor eyes bleary as his tears collect on the mattress as dusky pink pearls. The same rosy shade of blush that burns across his cheeks, ears, and throbbing tip of his swollen cock.Β
βThat warrants punishment, donβt you think?β
Rafayel all but whines at that, head tilting back against the pillow, his throat bobbing as he tries to breathe, tries to hold on to the last fragile thread of control he has left. "IβI won't this time, I swear, Iβll be good, I just need you."
"You need me?" You lean down, pressing your lips just below his ear, letting your voice drop to a sinful whisper. "Or do you just need to fuck something, sweetheart?"
"You." Rafayelβs answer is immediate, desperate, his hands finally snapping up to grip your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh. "Itβs always you. Only you, my mate."
The admission makes your stomach tighten, heat pooling low as you let yourself sink down, just enough for the swollen head of his cock to catch at your entrance. Rafayel jerks, eyes wide, mouth dropping open around a silent moan, his grip on you tightening like heβs afraid youβll disappear.
"Oh, fuck."
"You need me, you need your mate?" You tease, rolling your hips, letting him feel the wet heat of you without giving him what he really needs.
"Yes, please, please, pleaseβ"
And then, because youβre cruel, because you love seeing him like this, you lift yourself off him entirely.
Rafayel practically cries at that, and you let him plead, let him beg, until his whole body is shaking with the need to be inside you, until his voice is raw and wrecked from crying out your name. Then, finally, finally, you sink down, dropping the entirety of your weight onto him as you both moan at the sudden pressure as your ass smacks his pelvis with a lewd slap.Β
Rafayelβs body aches up off the mattress, a wrecked, strangled moan tearing from his throat as his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. His head tilts back, chest heaving, eyes glassy and unfocused, dilated almost like a catβs, as if the feeling of being inside you after so long is too much for his mind to comprehend.
"Fucking finally."
You barely have a moment to adjust before Rafayel thrusts.
Whatever fragile restraint he had is gone, obliterated the second your walls squeeze around him. His hips jerk up in a desperate, instinctual rut, shoving himself deeper, harder, until the thick length of him is buried to the hilt inside you, and then pulled all the way out before ramming back in again. You choke on a gasp, nails digging into his chest, but he doesnβt even seem to register the pain.
"More." Some inhumane warble distorts Rafayelβs voice, nails turning clawed and sharp as he thrusts up into you with more strength than any human should possess. βPerfect, perfect mate.β
Your head spins, the force of each snap of his hips making your whole body jolt. His desperation is relentless, dragging you closer to the edge far too fast, too intense, gripping onto his shoulders just to keep you from falling over as your thighs begin trembling once again.Β
"RafayelβRaf, slow down!"
"No," he whimpers, shaking his head wildly, hands tightening on your waist as if letting go isnβt an option. "No, please, sorry, need this." Rafayelβs voice breaks into a sort of trill, something like whalesong, eyes fluttering shut as he drives himself up into you, starved for more, cock throbbing desperately inside you. "Donβt leave me again, please.β
Your heart clenches. "Iβm here," you whisper, leaning down, pressing your forehead to his as your body moves with his, rolling your hips as you try to stay in time with his brutal pace. "Iβm right here, Rafayel."
He moans, high and broken, clutching you so tightly against him, feeling every inch of you pressed into his skin. His pace turns frantic, sloppy, body shaking beneath you as pleasure racks through him in violent waves. Heβs close, but he wonβt let himself fall over the edge alone.
"Come with me," he begs, his lips brushing over yours as he pleads for it. "Please.β
And you do.
The orgasm slams through you like a tidal wave, stealing every breath from your lungs as your entire body clenches around him. Rafayel keens, hips jerking wildly as he follows, his cock pulsing inside you as he fucks his cum deep inside you yet again, stuffing you full until youβre both shaking with overstimulation.
But it still doesnβt stop.
Rafayel canβt stop.
Even as his body trembles beneath you, even as his whimpers turn into sobs, he keeps moving, his hips rolling into you in slow, messy grinds. His cock twitches inside your still-clenching walls, sending violent aftershocks through you both.
"Mhh sorry," he moans, lips dragging down your throat, sucking bruises into your skin as if marking you will somehow keep you tethered to him. "Did it again, canβt help it. Pussy feels so nice, wants me too, always so desperate for me. Made to worship me."
You let out a wrecked, exhausted laugh, trying to lift yourself off of him, but his arms snap tight around your waist, keeping you anchored to him.
"No," he pleads, voice cracking, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in your scent. "No, please, justβjust a little more. You owe it to me for being so mean before."
Your head falls into the crook of his neck as yet another orgasm crashes through you, ripping a moan from your throat. Rafayel shudders, gasping against your skin, completely gone, his hips jerking helplessly, overstimulated beyond the point of caring. His body is moving on instinct now, neither of you fully conscious as he keeps moving on his own, chasing another high even as it breaks him.
"Fuck, Raf...β
"One more," heβs licking into your mouth, sucking your bottom lip, too tired and uncoordinated to properly kiss you. "One more, one more."
You donβt even know how many times youβve both come. The world is a haze of heat and pleasure, of wet, messy grinds and deep, instinctual thrusts, of Rafayelβs loud, unashamed moans directly in your ear between kisses, of the desperate way he clings to you, unable to bear even a second, an inch of separation.
You ride him through another, and another, until your body finally gives out, completely limp against his chest, your limbs trembling too hard to keep yourself upright any longer. Rafayel follows soon after, his movements slowing, stuttering, until heβs finally, finally still beneath you, panting raggedly, body wracked with aftershocks.
The room is finally silent except for your heavy breathing, the two of you floating between sleep and reality for what seems like an eternity.Β
"I think I might die," Rafayel croaks, voice hoarse.
You huff a weak, breathless laugh as you grumble into his shoulder. "Good, you stupid horny fish."
Sylus β±β ββ the sweetheart (liar)
Youβre going insane.Β
Sylus promised he would finally fuck you, promised heβd finally give you what youβve practically been begging him for all week. βJust the tip,β youβd beg, whining into his neck or suckling gently against his fingers in attempts to bait him, βPlease, Sy, just the tip and Iβll stop asking.β
Technically speaking, heβs held up his end of the deal. After all, youβve already cum four times. Not that itβs ever stopped you from wanting more.Β
βWhatβs this? Are you even listening to me, sweetie?β Something jerks your head up, and youβre snapped out of your thoughts at the same time as Sylus grinds forward, humming as he pulls you closer on his lap, your thighs spread wide atop of his. βTch, first all that whining and now youβre not even paying attention to me. Iβm hurt, kitten.β
You shake your head as best you can with his thumb and forefinger still squishing your cheeks, tears from the sheer overstimulation blurring your vision as you bury your face into Sylusβs chest, chasing the mere friction.Β
The fat head of his cock slips right back out of your cunt, tapping once, twice, on your swollen clit before grinding back in with a lewd pop. One inch, two, just enough for you to feel the delicious stretch of the tip of his cock, before Sylus lifts you up higher on his lap, pulling out as the torture begins all over again.Β
You swear you can take more. It doesnβt matter than everytime Sylus lines up his cock it hits your bellybutton from the outside, it doesnβt matter that your hands can barely wrap around his base, it doesnβt matter that even when you suck him off your jaw throbs and he can barely thrust it in halfway without you gagging.Β
βSylus, please, please justββ you whine, rutting your hips down to no avail as his firm hands render you immobile. Watching you squirm with thinly veiled amusement. βJust fuck me already!βΒ
Your breath comes out in short, stuttered gasps, frustration bubbling over into pitiful little sobs against Sylusβs skin. He shushes you, rubbing slow, teasing circles into your hips as if heβs offering you comfort. But you know better. The bastard lives for this, the way your body trembles, how your cunt clenches down hard every time he pulls out, desperate for more than what heβs giving.
βPlease.β A broken cry rips from your throat as he nudges forward again, pushing the tip back inside like he hasnβt already driven you half-mad. βI can take it. Ah, I swear, I can take it.βΒ
And yet, heβs still so fucking mean.
βHmm,β Sylusβs voice drips with amusement, low and tinged with laughter as his lips graze the shell of your ear as though lost in thought. βNo.β
You whine, digging your nails into Sylusβs back with more force than necessary as you hiss out curses, βCruel, stubborn, self-assured asshole. I told you I can take it Sylβah!β
Sylus pushes himself upward, roughly fucking his swollen tip against you, ramming that delicious spot within you as your curses dissolve into mindless babbles of his name, another orgasm ripping through you as you try and match Sylusβs rhythm by grinding yourself on the rest of his cock.Β
βThatβs it,β He hums, dragging his tongue along your pulse, relishing the way it hammers beneath his mouth.Β He can feel how fast it beats, erratic and needy, the way your breath catches in your throat. βYouβre gonna be good and take what I give you. Because from where Iβm sitting, it looks like youβre already fucked stupid. And Iβve barely even given you anything, kitten.β
Itβs humiliating how right he is.
Your thighs tremble violently on either side of his, the ache in your muscles a dull, distant thing compared to the unbearable need twisting in your core. Desperate, you try to grind down, to force him deeper, to make him give you what you need. But Sylus just clicks his tongue, unimpressed, fingers digging into your hips as he holds you still, keeping you right where he wants you.
Sylus shifts back on the couch, pulling you down, controlling your movements with an infuriating ease, guiding you along the few inches heβs deemed fit to give you. Itβs barely anything, nowhere near enough, but even thatβjust that slow, teasing roll of his hipsβand the unbearable pressure of the thick, insistent tip of his cock is enough to make your back arch violently against him.Β
βThere we go,β he murmurs, cooing as he watches you, helpless and pliant in his lap. βNo more complaining.β
A desperate nod. Another broken whine.Β
You can feel it building again, the pressure coiling deep inside you, sharp and unbearable. Sobbing, you drop your head into Sylusβs shoulder, biting into the curve of his neck to muffle your cries, nails digging into his shoulders, chest, clawing violent red marks as Sylus shudders, eyes rolling back at the pain. Your legs are shaking too hard to do much of anything anymore, giving out as Sylus is the only thing left guiding you, dragging you toward yet another orgasm.Β
Or rather, he would have.Β
But you feel Sylus chuckle, the sound deep and sinful as it rumbles down his chest and into yours, and fear prickles along your spine. Then, with excruciating patience, he pulls out, leaving you empty all over again before tapping his throbbing cock against your clitβslow, deliberate, taunting.
βYou wanted just the tip, sweetheart.β He grins, voice a low, cruel purr as he kisses your forehead. βSo donβt start crying now that itβs all youβre getting.β
Xavier β±β ββ the munch
βThen sit on my face.β
You stare, dumbfounded, as Xavier already begins leaning back against the cushions of your bed, those big, blue eyes begging up at you in ways that make it hard to breathe.Β
Xavierβs hands tighten around your waist, fingers flexing like heβs barely restraining himself from yanking you down then and there. The heat of his breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making your pulse stammer, making every inch of you ache with want.
βXavier, I didnβt actually meanβ¦β
βYou want me to prove it, right? Then Iβll do what I can to serve you well.β Heβs dead serious, you realize, still staring down at him in shock as Xavier frowns, sitting up just long enough to wrap his arms around your waist and haul you toward him, seating you on his chest as protests die in your throat. βSit.β
Biting your lip, you still find yourself hesitating. What if youβre too heavy? Or if he doesnβt actually like it? You still have your underwear on, shouldnβt you take it off, or does he plan on eating you through it? What ifβ
"You're thinking too much again." His voice is firm, but gentle, cutting straight through your spiraling thoughts. Before you can get another word in, he lifts you up from the backs of your thighs, guiding you forward until your knees are bracketing his head and you're hovering just above his waiting mouth.
Xavier groans, this is already better than his dreamsβjust having you above him, so close, so warmβis enough to make him lose his damn mind. His hands are keeping you steady, and when he tilts his head back to look at you again, you almost drown in the sheer hunger in his gaze.
"Please," he murmurs, breathless, sucking and kissing into your thighs like he can't believe you're making him wait so long for something he so, so desperately needs. "I really donβt think I can wait much longer."
A shudder racks through you, thighs trembling as the heat between your legs grows unbearable. Xavierβs so serious, so patient, despite the raw hunger in his voice, despite the way his chest rises and falls in uneven pants beneath you. Youβd have to be cruel to deny him.Β
Slowly, you lower yourself the rest of the way, bracing your hands against the headboard as Xavier immediately pulls you the last few inches down, shoving his face up into you like heβs starving.
He might as well be because the first swipe of his tongue is so hot, so eager, that you nearly jerk away from the sudden pleasure. Not that Xavier would let you. His fingers dig into the marked-up plush of your thighs, keeping you right there as he groans into your pussy like youβre the best fucking thing heβs ever tasted.
βWaitββ Your voice is already breaking, a gasp caught in your throat as he licks into you again, slow and deliberate, like heβs savoring every second of it. He doesnβt even bother pulling your underwear aside, just mouths at the fabric, dampening it further, teasing you through the barrier until it sticks to your folds and youβre a whimpering mess, gripping the headboard so tightly your knuckles ache.Β
Then he shifts, hooking a single finger under the waistband, dragging it aside just enough to give himself proper access.
The first real flick of Xavierβs tongue against your clit is devastating.
A high, broken moan rips from your throat as pleasure jolts up your spine, your thighs snapping shut around his head, suffocating him as Xavier feels like the happiest man in the world. Moaning into your cunt, Xavier pulls you down harder against his mouth like he wouldnβt mind drowning in your pleasure if it meant he got to taste you for just a few seconds longer.
Youβre already cumming. Head falling backward, your lips part in a silent scream as Xavierβs tongue continues circling around your clit in that same, devastating rhythm, only letting go once youβve come all over his face. But he doesnβt stop for long.Β
His tongue flicks and curls and fucks into you with the kind of dedication that makes your vision blur, that makes your whole body burn as you become more and more sensitive. And when you grind down against his mouth, desperate and trembling, he just groans in approval, encouraging you to ride his face like you need this just as much as he does.
"That's it," Xavier mumbles between licks, inaudible between your wet, sinful noises. "Don't hold back. Use me."
Itβs too much. Itβs not enough.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, but it only makes him grin against you, only makes him suck harder, making you gasp and sob as your thighs start to shake once more around his head. Still, he devours you, no teasing, no hesitation. Just raw, ravenous hunger.Β
"Xavierβ"
He hums in response, the vibrations sending another sharp wave of pleasure through you. Then he finally fucks his tongue deep into your cunt, curling against your walls as you clench around the hot muscle, Xavierβs nose grinding deliciously into your clit as his hands begin guiding you back and forth once your rhythm falls apart.Β
You come hard, a choked cry ripping from your throat as your body locks up, pleasure searing through every nerve. Xavier doesnβt stopβdoesnβt let you escapeβlicking and sucking you through your orgasm like he needs every drop, like he wonβt be satisfied until youβre a writhing, overstimulated mess above him.
βAh, Xavier, seriously,β you whine, every suck against your clit now tender and overstimulated as you try and squirm away to no avail. βCanβt, Xavier, canβt come again!β
Crying, you finally manage to wrestle his head out from underneath youβbody still shaking, pleasure crackling under your skin like a live wireβrealizing something that makes your stomach flip.
Xavier is panting, eyes half-lidded and hazy with bliss, hair fisted in your hands as the rest sticks to his forehead and pillow with sweat, letting you inch off of him as he finally breathes, heaving in deep breaths through swollen, wet lips. His whole body shudders beneath you, and when you shift, you feel itβthe sticky warmth against his stomach, the evidence of his release.
He came. Just from eating you out.
And the worst part?
Heβs still hard.
βOne more time, please?β
Zayne β±β ββ the addicted
Uh oh.Β
This was bad.Β
Zayne has always considered himself a beacon of self-control, having grown up under the concept of restraint and caution when it came to everything from his Evol to his lifeβs work as a surgeon.Β
But even he could get addicted to having you spread out underneath him like this.Β
It had started innocently. Zayne had forgotten his lunch today, probably due to his consecutive sleepless nights, thanks to being on call for not two or three but four surgeries this week. So when you delivered his lunch to his private office like any sweet girlfriend would do, it was only natural that youβd want to see if you could help him feel more relaxed and maybe help relieve the stress that was so clearly fogging up his mind.Β
This, however, was not what you had in mind.
"Zayne, someone is going to hear us," you hiss, voice trembling, but make no move to stop him.
Zayne only hums, two fingers rubbing right up against your clit with expert precision even with your jeans still unzipped around your waist. His other hand shucks them just barely down your thigh, pressing his fingers right back in, curling against that spot that has your legs jerking against the polished wood of his desk before dragging his fingers out of you agonizingly slow.Β
"You shouldβve locked the door when you came in, then." He says like itβs the most obvious thing in the world, leaning down, his breath hot against your ear. His free hand presses against your stomach, keeping you pinned as he fucks you open with his fingers, movements slow, deliberate. "You know I donβt like being interrupted."
Your head tilts back against the desk as your cries are muffles into your palm. "Zayne!"
"You were the one who wanted to help relieve my stress, werenβt you?" His voice is calm, collected, like he isnβt knuckle-deep inside you with his fingers glistening from how wet heβs made you already. "So be a good girl and take it."
Your breath stutters, thighs twitching as you clench around his fingers, already embarrassingly close with how well he knows your body, how pent up youβve been after not having Zayne in over a week. Meanwhile, Zayne watches you come undone with sharp, almost clinical eyes, the hunger in them barely restrained, a predator biding his time.
"Mhm, close, I canβtβ"
"Yes, you can," he cuts you off smoothly, pressing his fingers deeper, rubbing firm, steady circles over your clit. His expression doesnβt change, but his voice dips lower, smiling ever so slightly as he watches you. "Come for me."
You shudder violently, hands gripping the edges of the desk as another orgasm threatens to crash over you, your body far too weak to resist the relentless pleasure.
"Zayne," you cry out, hips jerking.
He clicks his tongue, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, but not before ripping his tie off, deft, scarred hands looping through the expensive silk before balling it up and pushing it into your open mouth.Β
βWhat did I say about staying quiet?β
Your response is stifled around his tie, and Zayne feels his traitorous cock throb at the sound of your fucked out, inaudible voice, the very picture of debauchery with the slight drool smearing your lipstick, your eyes hazy with post-orgasm glow, your office button-down skewed across your breasts just enough so be can squeeze your breast right under your lacy bra.Β
He wants to ruin you even more.Β
Zayne has barely even zipped down his pants, holding up his own shirt as he bites it to keep his leaking cock from smearing pre-cum all over the cotton, before heβs desperately fucking his own fist with one hand, the other still circling your clit.Β
When the sound of voices echo from right outside his office door.Β
Your body jerks under him at the sudden noise, but Zayne doesnβt stop. If anything, he doubles down, pressing his slick fingers harder against your clit, wrenching another broken sob from your throat, muffled by the tie still shoved between your lips.
βDonβt you dare,β he whispers, voice low, dangerous. His free hand tightens around his cock, stroking faster, more desperate, more sloppy than youβve ever seen him. The sight alone has your walls clenching down around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal making a mess of his desk and the scattered papers on top.Β
The voices outside the door grow louder, and Zayneβs entire body tenses. Not with fear. Not with hesitation. But something that he thinks might ruin him forever.Β
βI should stop,β he murmurs, though his fingers never leave you, still rubbing circles into your overstimulated clit, dragging you higher, forcing you to ride that unbearable edge of pleasure. His teeth clench, brows furrowed as his pace on his own cock stutters, his restraint cracking with every second that passes. βI really should stop.β
You whimper, body trembling beneath him, a plea barely audible around the silk in your mouth.
βBut you love this, donβt you?β His voice drops, rasping, guttural. βYou love making me a mess, love knowing that the only thing keeping us from getting caught is how good you are for me.β
Zayne never talks like this, but god, now you wish heβd never stop. His mere voice is enough to send you over the edge once again. Your moan is strangled, raw, hips lifting weakly into his touch despite the overstimulation.
The door handle rattles.
Zayne snaps, one arm shooting out as ice surrounds the handle, spears of ice crawling over the wooden frame of the door, across the tiled floor as he loses control.Β
He barely spares it a glance. Pulling the tie from your mouth, Zayne immediately replaces it with his lips, swallowing your gasp as he shoves two fingers back inside you, curling them deep, his strokes ruthless, relentless. His other hand leaves his cock only long enough to drag you forward, forcing your legs around his waist, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance as he moans into your mouth.
"Zayne, your Evolβ"
"Donβt worry about me," he hums, kissing you one more time before his gaze drops, watching where the two of you meet. βYouβve done more than enough for me. Youβve always been enough for me.β And he pushes in inch by inch, stretching you open around his thick length, your body still pulsing and greedy from your last orgasm.
Zayne exhales sharply, his forehead pressing against yours as he stills, buried inside you. His fingers flex against your waist, grounding himself, keeping himself from completely unraveling.
Β βBreathe,β he murmurs, voice back to the soft, low tone you know so well, the urgency melting into something reverent. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then another to your jaw, as if to soothe you through the stretch. βYouβre perfect.β
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as you grind upward, coaxing him into going faster, into actually fucking you.Β
Zayne groans, his control fraying as he clutches you tighter, nose brushing against yours. βYou're going to be the death of me,β he whispers, lips ghosting yours in a kiss, the intimacy making your heart clench.
You can still hear muffled voices beyond the door, a stark reminder of the risk, of how dangerously close you are to being caught. But it only makes you cling to him tighter, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you whisper, βThen let me take care of you, Doctor.β
The soft melody from his expensive royal-looking piano had drawn you in. Xavier was elsewhere in the living room, probably asleep. You couldnβt resist pressing a few keys, trying to recreate the tune heβd played yesterday. As you leaned over to reach a higher note, your sleeve caught on several keys, and with a sickening crack, they snapped loose.
Your hands flew to your mouth. Three keys hung at awkward angles, completely broken from their moorings. The room suddenly felt too small, your heart pounding as tears welled in your eyes.
You heard his footsteps before you saw him in the doorway. His eyes widened slightly at your tears.
βIβm so sorry,β you blurted. βI was justβI didnβt mean toββ You couldnβt finish the sentence as your voice cracked.
βWhy are you crying?β he asked. He walk towards you, then knelt beside you, hands gentle as he took the broken piano keys from your trembling fingers.
βThe piano...β you managed. βI broke it... Iβll pay for repairs, I promise...β you stammered, wiping at your eyes.
Xavier glanced at the damaged instrument, then back to you. A small smile formed at the corners of his mouth as he sat beside you.
βIt was an accident,β he said simply, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb, his warm palm cupping your face. His touch lingered there, gentle and reassuring.
βBut itβs your piano,β you insisted.
βThe keys were already weak,β he replied with a slight shrug. βItβs already old, and Iβve been meaning to replace it.β
When you still looked uncertain, he added, βI donβt want you to be upset. Things break, and itβs okay.β
The way he said itβso matter-of-fact yet somehow gentleβmade you feel like the broken piano truly was insignificant to him. In Xavierβs quiet, straightforward way, heβd made it clear that your distress concerned him far more than any damaged items.
πππππ
The hospital had called Zayne in for emergency surgeries three nights in a row. When you woke up early on his rare day off and found him already at his desk in the home office, surrounded by patient reports, you decided breakfast was in order.
You pushed the door open with your hip, balancing a tray with coffee and toast, just as Zayne reached for a folder. Your foot caught on the edge of his rug, and before you could regain balance, hot coffee splashed across his deskβdirectly onto the stack of patient reports heβd brought home. Dark liquid seeped into what looked like hours of meticulous work.
βIβm so sorry!β Your voice pitched higher with panic, ignoring the stinging pain on your palms. βZayne, Iβm so sorryβI didnβt meanββ Your hands shook as you tried to salvage the papers, only smearing them further.
Zayne stood immediately, his chair rolling back. The stern lines of his face were there, but not directed at you.
βStop,β he said firmly, holding your hands away, and taking the tray from your shaking hands and setting it aside before you dropped it too. βLeave the papers.β
Tears welled up despite your efforts. βYour reports, all your work... I justβI just ruined your day off... Iβm really sorryβ¦β
Zayne set the papers aside and surprised you by taking your warm hands in his, turning them over to examine your skin.
βDid you burn yourself?β he asked, his voice soft.
You shook your head.
βGood.β He guided you to sit in his chair. βThese are just copies. I can print them again.β
βButββ
βNo βbut.ββ His thumb stroked across your knuckles, a small gesture of affection that contrasted with his authoritative tone. βI keep digital backups of everything, so donβt worry. And donβt feel bad about an accident you couldnβt control.β
He leaned down, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead, then reached for his phone.
βThe reports can wait. Letβs order some breakfast, and Iβll get us something to heal your palms.β
πππ ππππ
The afternoon sunlight streamed through Rafayelβs studio windows, casting a golden glow across his workspace. Youβd come to surprise him with lunch since he often forgot to eat when absorbed in his art.
As you walked between tables covered with half-finished projects, your bag caught on something. You turned to see a delicate sculpture teetering on its pedestalβa twisted form of glass and clay that Rafayel had spent weeks perfecting. Your heart stopped as it fell, shattering against the floor with a sound that seemed to echo forever.
βOhβ¦! No, no, no,β you whispered, dropping to your knees. Your fingers trembled as you tried to gather the larger pieces, tears blurring your vision.
βWhat happened? I heardββ Rafayelβs voice cut off as he entered the studio. You looked up, seeing his expression shift as he took in the scene.
βRafayel, Iβm so sorry,β your voice broke as you continued frantically collecting shards. βI can find someone who can repair it, orββ
βHey, hey, stop!β He crossed the room quickly, kneeling beside you. βLeave it. Youβll cut yourself.β
When you continued reaching for a particularly sharp piece, he gently captured your hands.
βYour artβ¦β you said, tears now falling freely. βI broke it...β
βItβs just clay and glass,β he said, pulling you away from the broken pieces and into his arms. βI can make another whenever I want.β
βBut this one was specialββ
βNot as special as you are to me.β Rafayelβs arms tightened around you as he rested his chin on top of your head. βYouβre going to hurt yourself on these pieces,β he whispered. He rocked you gently until your breathing steadied, then pulled back to wipe your tears with his thumb.
βBesides,β he added casually, βnow I have an excuse to try that new technique Iβve been thinking about. Iβve been wanting to replace that one with something new anyway. Do you wanna see, cutie?β
πππππ
The wind through your hair, the purr of the engine between your legsβthere was nothing like late-night rides on Sylusβs custom motorcycle. Heβd let you borrow it occasionally, knowing how much you loved the freedom it gave you.
The evening ride had been your idea. βJust around the perimeter,β youβd suggested, and Sylus had agreed because honestlyβwhat wouldnβt he do for you?
You didnβt see the oil slick until the bike suddenly skidded, then tumbled, throwing you clear but scraping across the pavement with a horrible screech of metal on asphalt. Pain shot through your arm as you landed hard.
He swore heβd never been so scared before. He just ditched his motorcycle and was at your side in an instant, his typically composed face taut with an emotion you rarely sawβfear.
βDonβt move,β he ordered, kneeling beside you, hands hovering as if afraid to touch you. βWhere does it hurt?β
βThe motorcycleββ you managed, tears forming as you looked at the mangled vehicle. Half the custom bodywork was destroyed, the handlebars twisted beyond recognition. βIβm so sorryβIβll payβIβllββ
βForget the motorcycle,β he snapped, voice sharp but hands gentle as they examined your scraped arm. He was mad at himself for letting the situation even happen.
Youβd never seen him this shakenβSylus, who always had a plan, who always remained calm and controlled.
βI shouldnβt haveββ he cut himself off with a sigh before carefully helping you sit up. His fingers brushed your face, wiping away tears and examining you for injuries with tenderness. βIβm just glad the feisty kitten is all okay.β Sylusβs expression shifted to relief, though concern still lined his eyes.
βIβm sorry it got wreckedβ¦β you whispered again.
βI have others,β he said dismissively. βStop thinking about it.β
When he helped you to your feet, he kept his arm firmly around you, as if afraid you might vanish if he let go. The destroyed motorcycle lay forgotten on the road behind you as he carried you away to his own.
πππππ
The storage room in Calebβs work room was cluttered with mementos from his piloting days. You were searching for an old photo album when your elbow knocked against something on a high shelf.
You turned just in time to see the model spacecraftβthe intricate replica of Calebβs first fighter that youβd given him last yearβtumble and crash onto the floor. Pieces scattered everywhere, the delicate wings and engines breaking apart on impact.
Panic seized your chest as you dropped to your knees. Caleb had spent two days putting it together; you remembered how his face lit up with boyish excitement when youβd presented it to him. Now it lay in ruins.
Frantically, you gathered pieces, trying to fit them back together, but your shaking hands only made things worse. You were so focused on your desperate repair attempt that you didnβt hear the door open.
βHey, what are you doing inββ Calebβs voice cut off abruptly.
You looked up to see him staring at the broken model, he looked surprised but his gaze softened when your eyes met, and tears welled in yours as you held broken pieces in your trembling hands.
βIβm sorryβ¦β you whispered, voice breaking. βI didnβt mean toββ
Before you could say more, he was on the floor beside you, pulling you on his lap, into a tight embrace. His arms were firm around you.
βHey, hey, heyβ¦ itβs okay. Itβs just a model,β he murmured against your hair, his voice steady and reassuring.
βBut you worked so hard on it...β
He pulled back slightly, brushing tears from your face with a gentle thumb. His smile alone radiates comfort as he looks at you.
βThen weβll build a new one together,β he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. βAnd I bet we can make this one even better.β He looked down at the pieces scattered around you both. βMaybe add some modifications here and there, what do you think?β
His warm laughter finally broke through your guilt, and he held you close as if the broken model was the furthest thing from his mind.
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βC'mon, pipsqueak, raise your hips.β
Caleb squeezes your waist, his thrusts changing from a deep, persistent grind that makes you feel every inch of his cock to a fast-paced pounding. You've long lost feeling in your legs, and the only thing keeping you from sprawling on the bed is Caleb's tight grip on your hips, fucking into you relentlessly from behind.
βAh...! Wait, Caleb, haah, no more...!β
Each thrust loudly snaps the bedframe against the wall, but it isn't enough to hide the squelching noises between your legs. Slick and cum drip down your thighs, staining the sheets into ruin. They get even messier with a few more thrusts as you gush around his cock unannounced, squirting into the cum-soaked bedsheets.
Caleb groans as your cunt squeezes around him, trying to coax out more of his hot cum. βFuck, baby, you're so tight... Feels good when your cunt sucks on my cock...β
His hand slides to your squirting pussy, rubbing circles on your clit. More slick jets out of you, soaking his palm. Squealing, you try to crawl away him him, gripping tightly on the blankets that have been slipping off the bed.
The delicious pressure against your clit releases, but Caleb pulls you back to his cock. He straightens your back to press against his chest, bottoming out in a single thrust to hit the deepest spot in your pussy. βNgh, why are you running away? Didn't you say you'd last longer than me, pips?β He pants against your ear, hand tenderly running along your side to soothe you, yet his hips don't stop their merciless thrusts. βOr are you tapping out now?β
Perhaps hours ago, you would have answered with a vehement refusal. But now, with drool dripping from your lips constantly agape from moaning, your clit too sensitive from his insistent flicking and rubbing, and your thoroughly-fucked cunt filled with his loads of cum, the idea of calling it quits sounds appealing.
βI'll do whatever you want, baby. Just say the word,β Caleb murmurs against your skin, his lips molding over your neck to suck another hickey among the marks he already made. βIf you want to stop, I'll run the bath and take care of you. We'll cuddle on the sofa and watch that new movie you've been looking forward to.β
His hips stop, having pulled all the way out, the tip barely brushing against your cunt. βBut if you don't want to stop...β
Slowly, his hand travels up your torso, squeezing your tits. He plays with your nipples, evoking another gasp out of you. βI'll make you feel good. Fuck any other thought out of your mind so you'll only think of me.β
You whine as his cock rubs along your wet folds, catching on the strings of cum dripping from your pussy. The tip circles around your clit, teases at your opening, just putting it in enough to make you feel its thick girth, but he pulls out too soon.
βWhat will you choose, baby?β
Your hazy mind can't come up with clear thoughts, foggy from the pleasure. But forming an answer is the easiest thing to doβit's not like he left you with any other choice, anyway.
βPlease fuck me, Caleb,β you sob, clinging at the arm cupping your breast. βPlease put your cock inside me. Fuck me even if I tell you to stop. Cum... please cum more inside m- ahh!β
You're roughly flipped onto your back, but he holds your head softly to lay you down on the pillow. It's only at this moment that you get to see Caleb's face, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his temples, his lip bitten red from the strain of holding back. βShit... you really do know how to rile me up, pipsqueak.β
He looms over you, muscled arms caging you on the bed, chest heaving up and down as he pants. He fixes his position, resting his weight on his knees, and he uses his hands to spread your legs wider. His eyes are dark with lust while he stares at your abused hole, spilling cum on the sheets below you.
βMaybe this time, I really will fuck you pregnant.β
The statement doesn't even register in your mind because he immediately thrusts inside, pounding at your cervix. You gasp, aimlessly grasping at anything you could hold onto as you lose your mind, a fresh stream of cum soaking his cock.
His abs ripple with each thrust, the dirtiest groans and pants leaving his lips. βFuck, you're so cute... cumming already when I just put it in.β Caleb leans closer, catching both of your wrists to make you wrap your arms around his neck instead of the dirty sheets. βWhen did you become such a pervert?β He drops his head to suck at your tits, licking your nipples.
It's your fault, you want to say, but all that leaves your mouth are noises you didn't think you were capable of making until Caleb touched you for the first time months ago, and he hasn't stopped since. You heard couples would be insatiable for the first few weeks of dating, but it feels like you're never going to go past that phase.
βCan't even speak because my dick's too good, huh?β Caleb chuckles, thumb resting on your lips. He rubs the tip of your tongue, pleased when you dart out to lick him. βYou're the absolute cutest...β
The sounds between your bodies are downright lewd. His cum sloshes inside you every time he fucks you to the bed, forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock. He's filled you up so much with his huge cock and cum, that you wonder how you even have the space to breathe.
Caleb's the type to try to be quiet, but he's not holding back his moans now, groaning his pleasure against your ear.
βThis feels too good, shit... Feel like I'm gonna cum soon...β He tucks the hair covering your face behind your ear, pressing a gentle kiss at the corner of your teary eyes, so different from the rough fucking he's giving to your pussy. βI'm gonna blow my load inside you. You want that, don't you?β
You nod desperately, leaning your face on his hand that's cupping your cheek. He smiles, nuzzling against you, but the sweet moment lasts only for a few seconds before he thrusts even faster, chasing his release.
βFuck, here it comes, I'm cumming...β Caleb drives his cock the deepest it can go, his balls slapping against your ass. βOh, fuuuuck, I'm cumming!β
Thick, hot strings of cum coat your insides once more, crammed into the tight space of your cunt. Your squirt splashes against his pelvis and abs as you moan high and reedy, scratching lines down his back. He hisses at the slight pain, spurting more cum at the feeling, and he collapses on your body, making sure not to suffocate you with his weight.
βAh... damn... I don't think I've cum that hard in a while...β He ruffles through your hair, soothingly patting your head. βYou doing okay?β
βYou're too intense,β you say, your voice weak and groggy. You wrap your arms around him, content to fall asleep and let Caleb take care of things from here.
βHey, don't fall asleep now.β He pokes your cheek, trying to stir you awake. When you open your eyes, you see Caleb smiling, the one that means he's up to no good. βAfter all that you said, do you really think this will end with just one round?β
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