The Eternal Devotion | Roronoa Zoro

the eternal devotion | roronoa zoro

synopsis: it was suppose to be your head in his hands, not his heart in yours. words: 3.4k - part 1 | part 2

o(*≧▽≦)ツdarling’s note: ok! originally this was going to be all in one but i quickly realize that there is too much to add for it to be one part. i had 3 friends edit this and myself so hopefully *fingers crossed* that there are no mistakes. other then that i hope you enjoy this, it's my baby. part 2 hopefully coming out next weekend or earlier

what i was hearing while writing this: sleeping token <3 i highly recommend listening to - the summoning, jaws, sugar, and chokehold!

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when does a hunter turn into prey? when it falls victim to a trap? or when the hunter no longer wishes to slaughter or fight? it was a frequent question that came upon zoro’s mind when he looked at this bounty. seeing your name with a price, it was any other job he’s taken. every god was the same, every god had taken or stolen from humans. lives, money, wants, or needs all ripped away from the desperate mortals they called.

yet when he stands in front of you, the divine god that he was required to slaughter. zoro was entranced, the wind blowing in the night sky. the moon shining on your figure, your features looked breath-taking even in this lighting. zoro felt his body freeze seeing your pure white coak with multiple slits creating a flowy outfit.

“what brings you here?” you ask, in a friendly tone coming from an immortal being. with the nature of it being around midnight, you unexpectedly didn’t accuse him of trespassing or threatened him with a strike of your weapon. walking down the stairs, wind chimes fill zoro’s ears. the grip on his sword tightens. the nerves he hasn’t felt in years, you’re just any other god he’s slaughtered. nothing more and nothing less.

“i’m here to- '' zoro stops himself, this is where he’ll announce his dramatic entrance. telling the god they would be slain and why. that was until now, you tilt your head, a mortal showing up on your front door in the middle of the night wasn’t the strangest thing you’ve seen in centuries. it still raised eyebrows. you didn't fear the swordsman.

“i got lost, i stumbled upon this place” zoro felt his gut punch him, even the possibility that you would catch his lie would be life threatening.

the fear that you would strike first became stronger the longer the silence between you two lasted. your eyes were captivating, how you stared at him with a glimmer of light. for the first time zoro felt his legs tremble. oh dear, not of fear but of alluring desire he’s never felt before. “poor mortal, let me go find a map for you. i must have some” you turn around. zoro following closely entering your home.

striking you behind your back would make this easy, an easy distraction as you were shuffling through your papers. your home was different from other gods that fall victim to zoro, their homes were filled with riches and gold. marble from all over the land, some of it tacky and some unnecessary. it was never his place to judge what people spend their money on. but was it right when it was the mortal’s money the gods would spend it on? the mortals that pleaded for them to help, to heal their sick children, to make their crops grow during seasons, or to make them drown in riches.

on the other hand you only had barely a quarter of what the others had. your home was traditional, it fit in with the other homes around the town. people came to you in search of help from a friend and not a god. you didn’t promise them false hope nor did you promise to stay. gods had duties and were assigned places. warning them they couldn’t depend on you, with the risk of you relocating at any moment.

“here, take this map. it will take you downtown, they have fantastic views and cuisines” you smile, zoro grabs the map from your hand. seeing multitudes of different trails and names of places. “i have a feeling you’re not truly lost,” you say after he grabbed the map. zoro nearly yanked out his sword to kill you right there and then.

“your earrings, i’ve seen them decades ago at the store here. the maker was one of a kind. he died a few years ago” you raise your hand, caressing the jewels attached to his ear. zoro tenses, this would be the first time a god has ever laid hands on him. “they look perfect on you” you compliment, zoro looks away, glaring at your shelf full of photos. you looked the same age in all of them, still having the graceful presence.

“you’ve probably told other mortals that crap” zoro calls you out. you retreat your hand and look at him, the large scar across his chest. “i haven’t, but if you don’t believe me then i can’t do much about it” you lean closer to him. seeing his scar over his eye. shut closed, the luscious green hair that you don’t see everyday, and the three swords he holds against his waist.

zoro glanced at your direction, seeing your eyes lay on his stomach. the feeding desire in his stomach swirls, wanting to be let go of. zoro was never interested in sex, when given a new opponent that was his ecstasy. nobody could replicate that. you couldn’t be one of lust with your dressing. it was modest, leaving room for zoro's imagination.

you let him go, not wanting to cause any trouble. sending him off with a smile and a wave, zoro held the map in his hand. crumbling it, throwing it to the ground.

why couldn't he do the job?

"the god has been slain" zoro presents his findings. expecting the cash to shortly come after. zoro was questioned about the whereabouts of the head, he had lied. telling them it turned to ash, they didn't question his word as zoro's reputation is that of the infamous god slayer. you wouldn't be the one to be his defeat.

not you. anyone but you.

days later, steps were heard at your front door, getting up from your chair you opened to zoro again. he stood there, his posture straight and his coat revealed more of his chest. caressed by temptation, leading you to invite him for a walk.

"you do know it's not my offering season, zoro" he followed you through a trail of the woods. light bugs revealing the path, the only noise was his own breathing and the snaps of twigs and branches. "but i see you brought me food" you glance at his hands, a few of your favorite foods were in his hands.

your elegant steps, your voice that digs deep into his brain. the dreams of you two felt like a curse, waking up sweaty in his own filth, the familiar swirl of desire left inside him. the barrier between the two. zoro has slayed your fellow gods, left panic and terror in the god's realms yet you don't even lift a finger or carry a weapon around him.

you arrived at the waterfall before zoro could ask a question. standing hearing the chirping crickets, the moon's light shining perfectly on the waterfall, and the terrain was well maintained.

“it’s the most fresh water i’ve seen in decades” you kneel down and let your hand submerge in it. zoro looks at your crouched state. seeing the fishes swim and coexist with the other creatures. “it’s where i go when i want to free my mind” you spoke softly, glancing at the raging waterfall in front of you. the small splashes of water landing on your face.

you leaned closer to see a glowing creature, zoro zoned out before he snapped back to see you had fallen into the water. running after you, you hit the surface of the water. the water made your outfit almost transparent. zoro saw every curve and every detail of your body. zoro blushed and looked away holding out his hand.

“i’m glad the water isn’t too deep,” you chuckle lightly. smiling gracefully as always. the droplets of water on your face, zoro felt his heart skip a beat. why weren’t you wearing anything under your pure white cloak?

“come in zoro” you whisper. pulling him in. the only sound you heard was a yelp before a splash. zoro gets up and sees the distance between the two. he huffs and sees you staring down at his chest. his coat was completely off. zoro’s eyes weren’t any better than yours.

“what are you?” zoro whispers, feeling a pull to you. feet became inches, raising your hand to his cheek. “i’m just a god” just a god like it was nothing extraordinary. “and this god wants to kiss you” you felt yourself lowering your modest persona. you couldn't resist when zoro is just presented to you on a silver platter.

"would you let me?" you ask, pressing your forehead against his. "what are you doing to me?" he whispers, his hand wrapping around your waist. "just what kind of god makes me feel this way?" he feels your legs touch first, the sound of the waterfall covers how quickly zoro's heart is beating.

the cold waters naturally made zoro look for warmth. he waited for the first move, afraid this would be some kind of sick joke you pull on foolish mortals like him. the doubts died down when he saw just how desperate you looked, glancing at his lips.

"just kiss me before i kill you" you chuckle, although what sounded like a funny joke. it was all too real to zoro, if you kept teasing him and kept him on the edge of insanity. he'll have to kill you to save himself and his honor.

pressing your lips against his, zoro felt his eyes widen. the touch of yours, a god's lips on his. he felt the heaven skies and the deep dark corners of hell in that kiss. groaning in your mouth when he put his tongue into your mouth, him gripping your shoulders.

it felt like he was getting swallowed by your grace. your power eating him whole. so addicting giving zoro so little but so much.. he yearned for more of you. the desire for you to feel him, devour him, and make him yours. the soft lighting on your face, your eyes looked into his. your hands never left his waist. holding you close almost like he was priceless.

you rub his waist, placing him closer to the shore. allowing him to sit on the floor of the lake. the wet and sensual night was just beginning. zoro grabs his sword, but you don’t move a muscle.

zoro hated it, hated how you had so much faith in him to not kill you. he was a mortal that was feared by the gods that felt they were invincible. would you allow him to place a knife on your neck? would you surrender and beg for your life to be saved like everyone else?

"you have too many goddamn layers" zoro whispers, a quick slice making most of your layers float away in the pond. more and more of your body was revealed and zoro felt himself gawking at it. looking at your shoulders made him feel childish with how red zoro became.

you grab the sword and set it back down behind him, lifting him up to wrap his legs around your waist. it felt natural but god did he feel embarrassed, the great swordman's getting carried around like he weighed nothing. zoro rubs himself against your stomach, grunting in pain and pleasure. the flow of the water hitting his sensitive cock making him sensitive.

your hand rested on his cheek, staring deep into his eyes. it was like you were hypnotizing him. the taste of your saliva still on his tongue, it was poison and a cure all in one. you made him feel so much more than he's ever had in just one kiss. brushing zoro's hair out of his eye you rut your hips into his crotch, feeling his warm body for the first time.

"are you okay doing this in the water zoro?" you ask him, biting his lobe of his ear. it felt like the other gods in the sky were watching down upon this sinful act. the lust between the two polar opposites. you couldn't care less of what they thought of you. most of them didn't deserve their role, only getting lucky by chance. "well if we do it in the grass, my ass will just be on show for someone that could pass us," zoro complains, you had a faint smile.

"so you only want me to see this ass of yours?" that was the first time you broke the modest persona.. it made you feel more human, making him unknowingly closer to you. the disconnection between his hand to his blade grew.

"if you want me to stop or need a break, just pinch my back" you explained, zoro being confused. leaning back on the rocks. lowering your head under the water, zoro felt your hands grip his thighs. your head pushes between his legs.

"hey! don't you need to bre- oh!" zoro felt your mouth around his cock, licking his tip, taking your time to lick every vein of his. throwing his head back on the soft grass next to him. covering his mouth from making embarrassing noises. zoro rolls his body, gripping your hair. he hisses when you press your tongue against his slit. how the fuck did you know how to please a man so well?

"shit shit shit" zoro tries to resist himself from bucking into your mouth, you liked to take your time. twisting his waist to lay his body on the rocks, supporting him as he moans. soon enough he felt your hands playing with his balls causing the man to almost jump out of the water. zoro felt pure bliss as his cock reached the depths of your mouth. huffing into the inside of his elbow, cursing your name. you pick him up by his upper thighs, angling his body to allow yourself to access his hole, zoro's eyes widen but you jump up from being underwater.

"can i finger you?" you ask, zoro's lips turn into a scowl. blush covering his face. "do you even have the- uh oil for it?" zoro shyly gets out, you lift him up pushing most of his body out of the water. turning him around to allow his ass in front of your face.

zoro was felt like he was going to die of either embarrassment or how hard he was at the moment. the god slayer, the man that brings gods to their knees and beg for mercy, is currently bent over a rock. ass shown to what was supposedly an enemy of his. it felt like some sick fate that brought you two together.

"i don't but who says i couldn't somehow obtain it.." you guided your hand down zoro's back. seeing all types of burn scars, deep gashes, new and old scars. kissing the back of his neck. "i know what you want zoro, but for me to continue you must tell me you want it" you whisper in his ear, he feels your body against his. he looks down and sees his hands gripping the soft grass.

"i want it… is that what you want to hear? just another mortal begging for you gods?" you snicker admiring his earrings that shined just perfect in the night sky.

"1,000 mortals could offer their lives, their dreams, their wishes for me yet they are not worth what you are to me zoro" zoro's stomach sank. looking back at you, you kiss another scar of his. "and what? you fell in love with me after you just met me?"

"i've lived for 1,000's of years, i think i would know what it means to find the one." you stand up. kissing his neck, leaving small hickies on his rough skin. "i don't just fall in love with the first person that gives me some type of attention" you turn his head to look at you.

“i get plenty of that”

moments later, zoro was pudding in your hands. your fingers deep inside him. his groans filled your ears. you insert another finger inside him. the slight push of his body every time you thrust inside him. zoro was too busy blabbing about how you’re a bastard and how good your fingers felt inside him.

“fuck.. i fucking.. can’t stop” zoro looks down between his legs. his cock leaking pre-cum over the grass. your clothes were completely off allowing zoro to finally see all of you. “you’re so beautiful zoro,” you whisper in his ear. finally hitting his prostate head on with one thrust. he silently screams, throwing his head back. your hand slithered underneath his chin. holding his head up.

he sees how your eyes never left his body. not for a second, all your focus on how he reacts makes him more flustered. the pleasure becoming too much where he didn’t care. if you say you love this man you’ll accept his whorish acts. you’ll accept him and his sins.

“i’m gonna cum… shit i’m gonna cum” zoro whines out. your kisses on his neck. breathing in his scent, the pure aroma of sex, zoro moans again when you grip his hair. “my love… my mortal” you whisper. you pour more oil between his ass. hearing the slicking sound of your fingers, he was so wet. his ass taking your fingers so well.

“please.. fuck.. just a little more..” zoro whispers. feeling your fingers hit his prostate again. the drool dripping down his chin. zoro grips the rock for support as he cums. yelling in ecstacy. you continue your pace milking him of every drop of cum. zoro’s felt fatigue hit him, his legs could barely stand on their own. you grabbing his chest preventing him from falling on himself.

“come here, fall into my arms” zoro didn’t protest. laying on your chest back in the lake. he groans, feeling your arms wrap around his chest. “you took my fingers so well,” you whisper in his ears. you had to tread carefully before zoro popped another boner. zoro only responded with a groan, not wanting to give into your invitation.

“care to sleep at my home?” you ask. zoro nods, he'd rather die than let himself explain why he was limping on the way home.

arriving at your home, zoro got set down. you placed his swords next to him, you turned on the water in your bathroom. washing his body for him, letting him borrow some clothes from you.

“it was an offering, it was all they could give at the time” you smile. knowing it would come in handy. zoro thanks you, changing before quickly laying back down. you stand in the doorway, checking up on him once again. “you can stay, rather than standing creepily like that” you chuckle and rest next to him. he sighs and turns his body away from you.

“was it true?” zoro asks. the silence between the two of you breaks. he sees his swords, each filled with the essence of the gods he’s killed. only a reminder of what he was assigned to do. “what are you asking?” you rested your hands on your stomach. staring at the ceiling.

“your whole.. i’m worth 100 mortals shit” zoro whispers, zoro not believing that out of anything in this world to love him. it was an enemy of his. “it was, and it was also 1,000-”

“i get it. message received” zoro brushes you off. he turns his body towards you. turning your head, he sees the glisten in your eyes becoming mesmerized again. ever since meeting you he’s done so many uncharacteristic acts, things he would never do in a thousand years.

“goodnight zoro” you whisper, seeing his eyes slowly start closing. you kiss the top of his forehead. hearing a small snore out of him. if you were asked why you were so attached to zoro you couldn’t answer.

maybe it was you being selfish for a chance or you seeing how battered and bruised he was. zoro was a man that clearly had weight on his shoulders, strength to keep up with and an honor to fulfill. you would be a fool to not know who he was, the slayer that you’ve been warned about after every god’s death. yet you stayed oblivious, ignorant to all of it when you saw his eyes. the bandana on around his arm. the swords he carried and the scar across his chest.

you ignored every sign that came your way. turning your body away from him. not even an hour later, zoro’s shadow rose from the dark. seeing the same sword he used on you to decloth you above his neck. closing your eyes, accepting what lovesick fate you had, moments came and all that came out of it was a grunt of frustration before a soft pat of his body hitting the bed.

silence filled the rest of the night, neither you nor zoro got a wink of sleep that night.

hi, i was wondering if you could write steve's reaction to seeing (male) reader in a skirt or crop top? if you could add smut that would be great, but if you're not comfortable with that, that's completely fine. thank you :)

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨

𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏)

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𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Steve’s locked his keys in his car and is stranded at Family Video. When you come to his rescue, he gets more than he bargained for.

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: He/Him

𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Straight up smut, babey!

𝘼/𝙉: Now you’re speaking my language! I wanted to do the smut but didn’t want to make it super specific bc there was no mention of Top! or Bottom!Reader so. But I can always add more later. Likely will do more smut stuff depending on how this goes over. Your body (both sex and general build) is left ambiguous bc yannow.

𝙏𝙒: Steve is horny as hell, you’re in the store (but it’s closed for the night), handjob (reader giving), petnames (you call him baby/baby boy and handsome), lmk if I missed anything.

Family Video on a Friday night? More like Steve Harrington’s personal hell.

Nobody else was working with him that day. Robin left early for a date, Keith was out of town, and any other miserable soul knew better than to answer the phone. So Steve worked the remainder of his shift in solitude. He was moody, to say the least, even getting snappy with you when you brought lunch for him.

It quickly went away as soon as he started to eat. You even helped by tending the shelves and checking in the returns; the brunette was more than grateful.

But as helpful as you were, you were also a distraction.

You came in looking even better than the quick lunch you brought. It was hard not to think about all of the things he’d be doing at home with you, had he not been expected to work a long shift. Alone.

If Harrington wasn’t stressed enough already, now he had to deal with your teasing. But being a masochist, he was more than okay with it.

In the small amount of time that you were at the store during his lunch break, he had to deal with your bullshit.

Your hands brushing up against his ass or thighs, the way you’d grab at the front of his jeans when nobody was looking, whispering anything and everything in his ear when you walked by.

He loved you, but you were definitely a piece of work. And after the store was finally closed for the night, he was practically jumping in the car to go see you. With the doors locked, Steve made his way to the burgundy car and went to open the door.

Well — he tried.

The doors were all locked. Which wouldn’t have been a big deal, except for the fact that he couldn’t find his keys. The brown eyed male began to circle the car until he finally spotted them — sitting on the passenger seat in the dark.

He locked his keys in the car.

The male groaned and slung out a pretty impressive set of profanities at the realization. After a few minutes of failed attempts to get inside the vehicle, he reluctantly went back to the store to use the phone. The store always looked kind of creepy at night. Like a place that’s just slightly off putting with the lack of lights and people.

At the counter, he leaned over and pulled out the phone. The other side rang for a minute before somebody picked up and he was greeted with your voice.

“Harrington residence, this is the animal pelt rug speaking.” You spoke flatly.

Steve smiled a bit, always loving your smartass remarks. “Hey, uh, is there any way you can bring me your set? I went to leave and, uh, locked my keys in the car. Of all the fucking nights, too.”

He heard you sigh a bit. Not annoyed, but you knew he was.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there in a few.”

You hung up without goodbyes. In actuality, you probably should’ve put on a hoodie at the very least, but it didn’t seem important enough. Nobody would be seeing you this late anyways. So you grabbed your sets of keys and drove off to the video store once again.

The drive was peaceful even though it was short. The summer sun had died down, leaving only a navy blue sky and silver stars. Most people in towns were leaving restaurants or just entering the bars that littered your hometown. It reminded you that Robin would have to make it up to you two — hopefully she would swap shifts one day so you could take Steve out to eat.

Most parking lots were full, but not the one of the small strip mall that held the video store and arcade. Indeed, your boyfriend’s beloved car sat alone in the lot, reflecting lights off of the windshield. Inside the store he sat on the counter and smiled when you showed up, rushing outside to meet you.

With nobody around, you gave him a quick peck as he met you at the door. His hands found their typical spot at your waist before realizing he was touching skin and not fabric. The brunette pulled back and looked down at your shirt and nearly turned red right then and there.

It was an old shirt that you never really wore except to work out. The black had now faded to a dark gray, printed image cracking, sporting a few small holes every once and a while. You cut the sleeves off a bit and made the holes bigger than before, allowing for your lovely boyfriend to see the tone and shape of your arms.

God, he was ready to die.

“C’mon, let’s go home.” You pointed a thumb in the direction of his car.

You felt his lips graze your ear as he leaned (up/down) to whisper, “I really don’t think I can wait that long.”

It took a moment before it registered what he meant. The close proximity was enough to conceal it, but you felt the bulge through his jeans. Steve ushered you into the store, making sure nobody noticed, then opting to kiss you breathless until your back hit the wall.

All of the teasing had gotten to him, but now you were alone in the sheer darkness of the back of the store. Something about the situation made you laugh into the kisses, feeling as his hands wrapped around your neck. In the back room you placed your hands under his thighs to lift him onto one of the tables. The only lighting came from exit signs and a tv that never quite turned off.

The brunette panted into the silence while you gripped at his thighs. “Please, just… god, I need you to touch me.”

“Don’t worry, baby boy, you know I’ve got you.”

His hands went to undo his belt while you dove in to kiss his neck. Steve Harrington’s neck and chest were always sensitive, and he was never one to refuse when you wanted to exploit that. With his belt and jeans undone, you reached a hand down to grab at him through his boxers.

The brown eyes you adored so much rolled back and glinted in the red light. Even though he hadn’t been hard for more than a few minutes, he was very much desperate.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. I’ll get you off here, but then you’re mine when we get back. Sound good?”

He nodded back into the wall and groaned.

You reached into his boxers to finally pull him out. He was hard and practically throbbing into your touch. Judging by the amount of precum, he’d been dripping since you teased him earlier in the day. There was a solid wet spot from where it had all built up — you were surprised it didn’t show through his lighter colored jeans.

Steve’s hands gripped at your exposed midriff as soon as you began to stroke his cock. Brown and purple bruises were likely to appear in the morning, but that was simply a bonus. The air that was completely silent was now overthrown with your boyfriend’s lewdest sounds.

Even if he didn’t say it, you knew he was a little too hopeful that somebody would hear what was going on. Maybe even barge in and catch you in the act.

You pressed your forehead into his and continued to work. It felt natural to jerk him off; everything he liked committed to memory, like if you were to touch yourself. A particularly strangled sound came from his throat as you wrapped your fingers underneath the tip, circling gently. He was at your disposal.

“Fuck—! Please, please… it’s so good. Are you happy now? Was this your plan all along?” He groaned, clawing at your sides.

You grinned. “Not really, but I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself.”

And he was.

The high extended to you as well. Even if you were just pleasing him, it was still as euphoric as if the favor was being returned. Sweat was building up on his forehead and trickled down over the various freckles. Still in your hand, he was close and twitching wildly. It was only a matter of time.

“Go ahead, handsome. I promise we can keep this going at home.” The way you practically purred was enough to send him over the edge.

Steve finally came. After everything that had gone on during the day, it was even more intense than usual. The orgasm worked through his entire body and had him convulsing on the break room table. Any cum that wasn’t painted across your hand or his jeans was instead strewn across your midriff and cropped top. Since he wouldn’t be getting much aftercare due to location, you ran your free hand through his hair and kissed his red cheeks while he panted.

Silence was returned after a bit. There were only paper towels in the back, but you still cleaned up as much as possible. The brunette managed to stand again after a minute, half hard, and fixed his jeans. You felt his hand reach into the pocket of your sweatpants and fish out the spare set of keys for his car, a devilish smirk on his face.

“You said there’d be more. So, are you gonna stand here all night?”

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Mate I love your fics so much AKSBDKBW, was wondering if you could write, dom rudy and dom Alejandro x sub Male reader fic?? Only if ur up to it ofc🫶🏻🫶🏻

This doesn't really have any dom/sub in it, but I hope you still like it.

“I told you both that I didn’t want to be involved in your stupid bets.”

“Told you he wouldn’t be happy,” Alejandro said to Rodolfo. 

You sent them both a blank stare, “did you make a bet on that too?” You asked.

Rodolfo let out a snicker that he quickly tried to hide behind a cough, “sorry,” he said when he saw the angry look you were sending his way. 

“I don’t think it’s very fair,” you said. 

“A bet is a bet,” Alejandro said, nodding at Rodolfo. He was surprisingly being a good sport about it. 

“So you’re just going to what,” you paused, trying to collect your thoughts after creating the image in your head, “watch?” You asked, looking at Alejandro. 

“Exactly,” he answered. 

-

You don’t know why it confused you so much. It was fairly simple once you got down to it. It being Rodolfo fucking you while Alejandro had to sit there and watch. 

Naturally, you felt bad. You tried showing yourself off more by being a bit louder than you normally were and spreading your legs more, to make it to where Alejandro knew how good you were feeling, but you quickly thought about how that likely made the situation worse for him. 

For Rodolfo though, it only pushed him to go harder.

You tried to keep your eyes on Alejandro, but every time the head of Rodolfo’s would brush your prostate, your head would fall back onto his shoulder with a moan. It was almost cruel, the way he had set you both up on the bed: you in front, him behind, and Alenjandro facing you both in a chair only a few feet away. 

In the chair, Alejandro sat naked, his cock standing hard. You wanted nothing more than to close the distance and touch him, so when he wrapped a hand around his cock, you wrapped your hand around your own. 

A second later, it was knocked away by Rodolfo, “you’re going to come just from my cock and show our colonel how good it makes you feel,” he said, loud enough for the two of you to hear. 

“You’re pushing it,” Alejandro responded, a breathy edge to his voice. 

You let out a noise of protest when you saw Alejandro give a slow stroke to his cock. In the low light of your bedroom, you could see a pearl of precome fall from the head of his cock and down to his fingers. 

Rodolfo turned your head sharply with a hand on your neck and pressed his lips to yours messily, swallowing up any other noise you could make. When he pulled away from the kiss, he pulled your bottom lip with his teeth and then pressed a soft kiss to it. 

When you opened your eyes and looked at Alejandro, he was still stroking his cock, but faster. Through the noises of your skin meeting Rodolfo’s as he thrusted inside you, you could hear the slick noise of Alejandro’s wet hand, gliding on his cock. 

Pulling your eyes away from his cock, you were met with his half-lidded eyes, drunk with pleasure. When the man stuck his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, your eyes followed the movement. And when you broke eye contact and glanced back down at his cock, you could see his balls were tightly drawn up, meaning he was close. 

As much as you wanted to touch him, Alejandro seemed like he had it convered, so all you could do was let your head fall back onto Rodolfo’s shoulder. 

“Going to finally pay attention to me?” He asked in your ear. 

“Are you jealous, sergeant?” Alejandro asked from his seat. 

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle that Rodolfo made sure you ended with a moan somewhat resembling his name. If his hands weren’t so tightly gripped onto your hips, you were sure he would flip the other man off. 

Like Rodolfo said, you did come on his cock alone. It was a steady buildup, one that you were happy to fall over. It was kind of nice, with the angle that you came at, there was no sticky mess on your fingers, most of it landing on you bedspread. 

You were definitely going to tell the two of them they were in change of cleaning it.

From much further away than you have seen Alejandro come in the past, it was sure a sight to behold. His head fell back much like yours had down, yet unlike you, who had a broad shoulder to fall on, he only had the back of the chair. His hair stuck to his forehead in sweaty strands as his cock spurted come that splattered up his chest in white ropes. As his chest heaved up and down from exertion, you itched to go lick the mess up off his sweaty chest. 

Rodolfo came with a groan, clutching onto your body tightly. He held you with two strong arms as he came deep inside you. His hips would give an occasional twitch as his orgasm washed over him, lighting up your senestive body as his cock rubbed against your prostate. 

“No more bets,” you said in exhaustion. 

Rodolfo let out a laugh and pulled your body back until you both fell down onto the bed. Alejandro joined you a second later, the three of you becoming a mess of tangled sweaty limbs.

Can I request Andrew’s Peter Parker x Top!Husband Male reader who’s a virgin?

It’s their wedding night and They’re having sex together for the first time as Husband & Husband. And y/n doesn’t have any experience at all so there’s this mentor/protégé dynamic where Peter’s guiding him on what feels good/how fast to thrust/where to touch him, and there’s communication from both sides.

Y/n is really amazing at fucking Peter & it’s really romantic. And like not mean at all?

Can you include riding & missionary, belly bulges, lots of kissing and I love you’s, embracing each other, and holding each others hand while they cum together/around the same time?

I don’t think I put it in the beginning but can you make this around post-nwh? he’s so hot

I just got another idea omg can I be known as🕷 Anon please?

honeymoon | tasm!peter parker x male!reader

pairings: tasm!peter parker x male!reader

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI! 

word count: 1.8k+

an: im so sorry it's taken me literally two to three months to write this omg,,, also i didn't proofread it so rip any typos

you and peter met in a bar.

you, the practically brand new (but nobody could tell, he promised) barista sat with him while he went over himself. he drunkly explained his life worries to you. looking back, with how much he over shared you're surprised he didn't spill his spider-man-ness right then and there.

he explained how he was so excited about his experiences with the multiverse, about how he was now worried about his other, younger him and how well he was doing, and about where he would take his life from here.

you thought this man was a crazy alcoholic. multiverse? other him? you cut him off for drinks after his stories.

but you still listened. and you wore a smile that lit the room brighter than anyone else's. and by the end of the night, when peter was finally sobering up and getting ready to make his way home, peter took his coat back off and sat back down.

"what about you?"

you were so taken aback by his interest in you. but you shared nonetheless. how this was your second job, and you liked it significantly more than the old navy you worked at for your day job. how you felt similar to him, in the sense that you didn't really have a big goal and was just kind of floating through life. but you enjoyed it anyway. you weren't stressed about the lack of guide, you enjoyed it.

and that's when peter knew you were the one.

and now, a year later, married on the anniversary of the day you met, you and peter were a giggling, drunken mess.

tripping your way to the hotel bed, you both had your lips practically glued together. tongues swirled and fought in each others mouths. peter haphazardly fought the buttons on your shirt, your jacket having been lost somewhere along the way.

"are you ready?" peter got out in between kisses, wanting to be sure of your comfort before he stripped you of the white fabric (even though the hunger in your kisses, much more than he's ever seen from you before, practically spoke for you).

you hummed a confirmation and a small nod, not wanting to remove your lips from his. "i'm not - i don't know-know how," your small words were hesitant, full of embarrassment even though peter already knew very well of your inexperience.

"yeah, yeah, that's okay!" he smiled, pulling your head into his hands to look at you properly. the dimmed lights reflected off your worries filled eyes. "we can go slow, okay? anything you want,"

his words filled your stomach with warmth, a soft smile.

peter unbuttoned your white shirt with ease, running his puckered lips along your chest and neck once removed. he sprinkled kisses up and down your throat.

your closed eyes took in his gentleness, while you fumbled with his own shirt, then moving on to his too-tight-for-comfort dress pants.

peter guided you down to the bed once you both removed your clothes. peter massaged your dick, mixing the spit in his hand with the precum that slowly leaked from you. he lathered and licked your dick, a small smile played at his swollen lips.

your stuttered breath balled in your stomach, jumping for more.

you grabbed the hand that sat on your dick, pulling it away, and him up to you more.

"is this okay?" you whispered.

"yes, please," his greedy response groped at your brain.

peter, cheeks already red with hunger, grew warmer as you moved him. the pure primal guidance that you ensued over him, rather than the gentle, overly thoughtful movements your normally participated in.

you leaned back and peter helped line himself up with you.

your hand held your throbbing cock under him. as peter lowered down slower than you've ever seen anyone move, you took the chance to rub the tip of your dick against his asshole, a sad attempt at wetting his entrance.

the rippled skin pulled at your sensitive tip in the best of ways, it took everything in you not to shove yourself into him right then and there.

"d-don't you need to be w-wetter, or something?"

peter smiled at your words, nodding and humming a yes. he lightly held your hand, asking if you would do the honors.

you shoved your middle and ring finger into his mouth. peter's tongue sucked on your fingers. he thoroughly doused them in his spit, a string of it hanging on to his lip as you pulled your fingers out of his mouth. you groaned quietly at the sight of him: wet mouth, dick growing quicker and quicker despite not being touched yet. it nearly rubbed against your own stomach. you wanted it to, secretly.

you rubbed your wet fingers along his hole, teasingly applying enough pressure to slip only but a knuckle or two in. his breath stuttered any time your fingers snuck their way in.

"it's good, it's good," he finally breathed out. "i'm ready."

once again, your hand held the base of your dick, readying yourself for the pressure of his body. you flicked your tip against it a couple more times, worrying at the fact that you could probably cum right now without even touching him.

"ready?" peter asked. you nodded. he tisked with a smile. "you gotta say it, sweetheart."

"yes, i'm ready."

"for what?"

"t-to fuck you good,"

and peter gave in to gravity, loud moans escaping his throat as the tip of your dick entered his body. "oh fuck," he moaned your name.

"i-is it-,"

"yes, god, it's perfect."

he fell down little by little, a melody you didn't think you'd ever hear graced your ears with each inch of you that he engulfed. you drowned in the pool between his cheeks that was filled with love and admiration for one another.

you couldn't get a noise out at the feeling of him despite wanting to do so. even when you noticed the outline of your own dick in his stomach staring back at you, you couldn't manage to express the absolute lust you felt.

and peter began to move after asking for permission ("can i go faster?" and then a small yes from you).

he was slow at first.

then faster.

and faster.

you observed the bulge in his stomach, running your fingertips lightly over the bump. you watched it disappear and come back, and you held in to the feeling of your tip hitting his walls any time you saw the bump come back out at you.

peter moaned at the feeling of you in him, bouncing up and down on you. his movements were small, but apparently enough for him.

you weren't going to say you didn't feel it: the magical tightness of his ass around your cock. the dragging of him against every inch of your dick. but the anxiety of being the best for him overtook and clouded your mind.

peter noticed this, of course. your silence was something he needed to rid of. he yearned for you filling his ears and ass.

"c'mere," he breathed, leaning over. he wrapped his arms under yours, and you instinctively wrapped yours around him. "get on top of me," he whispered in your ear. his hot breath stroked your ear and traveled into your brain, swirling and dizzying you.

you listened immediately. peter had the urge to laugh at the urgency in which you flipped the two of you, but refrained for your sake.

"now, just go," he whispered, still not letting go of you, keeping his head in your neck, mouth near your ear. your arms sat on either side of his, keeping you from falling into him.

you listened to peter, beginning to rock your hips back and forth, rather slowly.

"like this?" you quietly squeaked in between thrusts.

"yeah, just like that baby," peter huffed in your ear, enjoying your gentle cautiousness. "you're so good, baby, i love you so much,"

you wanted to reply but your focus got the best of you. little breaths began to escape your lips, ones he may have missed if you weren't as close to his ear as you were.

peter ran kisses along your neck, fingers running along your back, enjoying the feeling of you reaching every inch of him.

but he needed more.

"faster, babe, can you go faster?" peter mumbled into the skin of your neck.

you immediately picked up the pace, "how's that?"

"beautiful, baby, you don't even know," peter moans grew and the music in your ear was booming.

your pace continued to quicken as you finally let yourself enjoy the process as well. your low whimpers of pleasure reached peter's ears, earning a chorus of profanities and lewd cries of joy.

he pleaded for you, calling your name, "cum with me, baby, i need you," he breathed in your ear. peter continued to plead while you repeated 'okay's' and 'yeah's' in his ear, quiet little moans seeped their way into the syllables.

a warmth of love found it's way to your stomach and began creeping down into your dick. you instinctively went to grab peter's, stroking it and lapping your thumb sloppily over his sopping tip.

his moans pulsated with each thrust you gave, and you couldn't hold it in anymore as peter nearly screamed, "fuck me up, baby, you're so good!"

peter's arms gripped around your back tightly as if he'd lose you if he let go. your hand that you had been using to hold your self up fell down under his neck. your lips finding the crook of his neck and attaching themselves there, burying your moans into his pulse.

your cum filled him as you held him. you felt the warmth pool around and lather his insides thoroughly as you continued to fuck your way through your orgasm.

peter's spilled into your hand, dripping on to his stomach. the closeness of your bodies allowed for it to be smeared onto your torso as well.

peter's lust filled moans slowly turned in to breaths of recovery and your legs seemed to fall limp with your dick. you pulled yourself out of him, whiteness covering your dick and leaking out of his hole along his skin.

peter eyed you dreamily as he laid to catch his breath. he admired how you were unsure what to do with all of the fluids you to had released.

your hand covered in his cum, you did the only thing that felt fair: you met peter's eyes which had been trained on you, and licked your hand clean. a moan left peter's lips as he watched the tip of your tongue dance along and pick every bit of him up along with it.

you watched his dick twitch, bringing your attention back to his tainted body.

you shakily moved your head over his torso. licking his stomach clean of himself, and finishing your tongue dance over his dick.

you wrapped your mouth around his limp dick and spun your tongue over it. his hand found your hair, gripping it between his finger, moaning at the sight of you. the shlopping sound of you releasing him from your mouth once more made him drag you to lay next to him, skin to skin.

"if you hadn't done such a good job fucking me senseless i might have suggested a round two."

feelin kinda down, I was wondering if you can do some König x Male!Reader?

possibly a lazy morning with him?

Hope you have a good day! thanks

-🦀

I absolutely can do that for ya :3 And thanks, I hope you do too! I also hope you like this, even if it's a little short.

Soft Blankets, Lazy Mornings

Konig x civilian m!reader

Tags: just fluff

Story begins after the break

You awake to the sun peeking in through the window. Strong arms are wrapped around your middle, and a large, warm body is pressed against your back. You smile when you feel the gentle rise and fall of Konig's chest against your back. A comfort that he's still breathing when sometimes you worry you'll awaken to him laying there lifeless. It's an irrational fear, you're aware of it. But sometimes you can't help it.

You gently run your hand over one of his forearms, stopping to rest your hand over top of his. You're still pretty tired, but resting like this -feeling Konig holding you- makes you smile to yourself. Soft breaths disturb your hair, tickling you occasionally. You pull the soft, fluffy blanket up just a little more, covering your exposed shoulder. The effect is immediate as warmth seeps into your cooled skin. Konig shifts slightly, pressing his nose into your hair on the top of your head. He sighs in his sleep, a gentle sound as he gets comfortable again.

You smile and slowly start to shift yourself, trying to turn in Konig's hold. Eventually, you manage, and rest your head against his strong chest. Aside from feeling his gentle breaths, you're now able to hear his strong heartbeat. It relaxes you further, feeling like you're sinking back into the bed. Sleep pulls at your weary mind again. And you're lulled back to sleep by the lullaby that is Konig.

The next time you awake, it's by a large hand gently pushing your shoulder, and Konig's rough morning voice.

"Schatz, I made you coffee," Konig says softly, and you groan a little. You're not usually too fond of being woken up, but the promise of coffee has you slowly sitting up while rubbing at your eyes.

"The way I like it?" You ask, beginning to yawn before opening your eyes.

"Of course, mein liebling," Konig answers, smiling at you before leaning in to touch his nose to yours.

Your playfully scrunch your nose in response before chuckling a bit. "Thank you, bärchen."

He hands you your coffee before sitting at the end of the bed, his own coffee in hand. He yawns too before taking a sip and humming softly.

"It's really nice spending my leave with you," Konig says quietly, a blush beginning to rise to his cheeks as his messy red-brown hair falls around his shoulders. He hasn't brushed it yet, but that's okay, you'll do it for him later. He traces the side of his plain black mug with a fingertip, idly scratching at the smooth porcelain. "It's still new to me... To have someone to come home to."

You're not one to really talk when you first awake. Konig isn't either, but he's been up for a bit obviously, having made coffee already. He was probably up for a while just holding you while you slept too.

"Sometimes... I worry about what you'd do if I didn't come home one day," He mumbles, voice barely louder than a whisper.

Your expression softens and you set your coffee on the night stand next to you before crawling over to Konig. You wrap your arms around his middle as he lifts his arms, trying to not spill his coffee. He's a bit tense at first, obviously worried over what he said. However, he soon relaxes in your arms.

"You'll always come home to me," You say, muffled into his arm. "I know you will."

Konig chuckles a little, even if it's a little dry. He reaches over with his free hand and runs his rough, calloused fingers through your hair, gently petting your head.

"Okay, maus, I'll always come home for you."

STAR THEORY !!

!!   jjk x m!reader

!!   wc | 6.8k

!!   tags | dilf!jk + dilf!reader (obv), non-idol au, lil age gap (jk’s 25, reader’s late 20s), reader lived in america for some time + reader is a chef (food comfort & domesticity i love u), reader’s children and dog are named, reader had a wife

dilf/dilf

pets are in love and so are they

“we are… incredibly close right now.”

the bedroom door bursts open.

“appa!”

it’s too early for this.

“appa,” she pants, little feet bouncing across the carpet until a weight begins to tug erratically at his blankets. “appa, get up, get up, there’re new people!”

jungkook pulls a pillow over his head.

she puffs her cheeks out and launches herself onto his bed; she elbows him in the bony front of his leg. he groans in pain as she scrambles over his legs and grabs his pillow with both hands.

“get up, appa! i wanna go see!”

blearily, jungkook lifts his head, groping for the blinds past his bedside table. he leans uncomfortably far out into the cold of his room before he latches onto the chain and gives it a good pull.

the wooden blinds clatter up, dousing the room with pale morning light – the white bang that birthed the universe. she giggles and slides down from the bed, crawling up to the window and pressing her knuckles against the cold glass.

on the street below are a man and a little girl. another girl! she delights herself with fantasies of having a best friend – maybe they’d go play on the playground, and with their combined strength, they’ll knock down the mean queen bee from the monkey bars.

they carry boxes into the neighbouring house, assisted by movers. a fridge, a mattress – they manoeuvre them through the gates leading around to the side of the house, entering through the glass sliding doors. she watches them, fascinated, as the visible kitchen begins to fill with cardboard boxes.

she cranes her neck, pressing her forehead against the glass until it stings her skin. nobody else comes through, and she knows who the hired help are because they wear bright orange shirts.

she squints at the man’s left hand when he rests it against the column of the alfresco, speaking to the little girl. he’s like her appa – he doesn’t wear a marriage ring.

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