#but I’m a big tickle fight person 💖

[sashi-ya]

Hii, ok so this is my first time asking for something so I'm a little nervous, could I ask for a Kid or Killer x F! Reader with the prompt "a buffoon for the king" NSFW and with bondage and begging kink, please and thank u <3

Hiii honey!! Here I am with your request! I'm sorry for taking a lot! But I hope you will enjoy it :3 thank u for requesting! 💖💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 ~ 𝔼𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕕 𝕩 𝔽! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ~ 𝕄𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕟

tw: bondage ➡ tied to an X Cross. Usage of "instruments" to masturbate reader. creampie. Dom! Kid. Begging for him. In this AU Shanks is Kid's brother, for some reason people think they might be related so I thought it was fun :P

wc: 3k

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Prince Eustass has always been a different type of royal. His brother, King Shanks, would scold him every time in the kingdom people would speak of him after the big parties he used to throw. And it’s not that King Shanks didn’t, but he kept them a little more private.

Sitting on the throne, next to his brother, Kid Eustass falls asleep. He is not interested in nothing but partying and music -and frankly spend time with his best friend Killer, his personal knight, building random stuff made out of casted iron-.

“Wake up, Kid” Shanks elbows him, is not that Shanks would be personally interested in politics but the powerful five elders in front of them have to discuss very important things regarding the world functioning.

Kid wakes up, yawning and smearing the black eyeliner he likes to wear. “Whaaat, I don’t get anything of this. I don’t care either, whenever you want me to go fight for this nation I will. I’m off” he says, standing up from his throne and totally disrespecting his brother, and of course, their invitees.

He walks past the five elders, looking at them with reddish eyes, up and down. Kid never liked the Gorosei, nor being the future ruler of a nation that is not affiliated, but still has treats with them. Killer wanted to be the king of everything, conquer the whole world, being free for him meant being the most powerful of them all.

Eustass walks away, his heavy boots steps echoing all around the room. A sound that makes the men there, somehow, shiver. And he knows, so a dark smirk draws on his red tinted lips. “Fuckers” he mumbles while getting out of the room, looking how servers pass next to him with trays full of food.

He carelessly snatches some meat on a bone from one of the trails as he laughs off. The servant blinks at his sudden reaction, but he is not surprised. He always does that, and of course, nobody can’t say anything besides the King.

As Kid devours his meat, he spots someone dressed in fancy clothes getting ready to enter after the servants begin to leave the room with empty trays. He comes closer to her and stands up, still eating, in front of her…

“Hah, are you the buffoon?” he asks you, inspecting your funny looking outfit. You widen your eyes, you knew King Shanks had a brother, but never once you had met him in real person. You nod, making the little sleighbells on your hat jingle at unison.

Kid laughs and comes even closer to your face. The red sponge that decorates your nose, touches the tip of his and his bloody hair strands tickles your cheek. “You are cute to be doing this, but, if this is your job… then, you will come with me” he says, snatching your arm in a non-sweet way but not exactly hurting you.

“B- but, Prince Eustass! I hav-“ you complain as he drags you off your workplace towards the castle. “Shh, they don’t need fun. However, I do”.

Soon, you get to one of the rooms you’ve never been inside. “Come on, follow me” he commands, opening the door. Inside everything does not look like it belongs to a castle, but more of an ironworks place. You get yourself amazed to see that thing could be inside of a royal palace and walk inside.

“Welcome to my cave” he utters, proudly showing you the many instruments over wooden tables. You notice mainly rough prototypes of different prosthetics for his missing arm and other things you cannot really identify. They look like maybe little dolls made out of metallic pieces.

You remain in silence, trying to think what the hell this man wants from you by bringing you here, but you are actually pretty interested. If the king is handsome, his little brother too. And by far, even more attractive.

He walks around you, inspecting you, once again. “Mh… I like your make up, that red around your lips in a heart form looks good. But you are missing something to be a good buffoon, you know?” he says.

“Thanks… but, what am I missing?” you ask, unsure. Kid looks back at you as he gets to work. “You need a jester staff to be a good performer” he says, as he picks a long cane from the table. You agree, in fact, you need one. And even if you were thinking it wasn’t strictly necessary, apparently for the prince it was.

Eustass gets rid of his formal attire in just a matter of seconds. He does not care you are there watching, and his white ruffled t-shirt ends up on the floor. A red fluffy coat now covers his naked torso, and you can tell he has more scars than those you thought he had.

Exuding testosterone reverberating on your mind as his muscles moves while work in something you have no idea what it is. It becomes hotter. How comes he has a whole apparatus to melt the iron inside a room?

Soon he begins to sweat, his reddish hair ends up on his face as you now understand the utility of the goggles he always uses to keep it back. Hitting a piece of burning red metal he moulds it. It’s even amazing for you how the prosthetic metallic arm he built himself works wonderfully for him to be doing such precise work, and you are simply amazed.

Amazed, and probably in love. He looks so incredibly manly working, the little drops of sweat tracing paths from his temples into the crook of his neck, must be the best entertainment you could ever had… even if you were supposed to be the one entertaining the royals…

Well, who knows, maybe you will end up entertaining him after all.

“Done, careful it might be yet a little hot but all in all you can touch it” he says, showing you a cane perfectly forged with the skull of a… dinosaur?! This man is an artist!

“Thank you, Prince Eustass… this is amazing!” you tell him, inspecting the tiny details such a little thing has. “I call him Victoria Punk. Though, you know these things have a price, don’t you?” he utters back, proud of himself but with a rather sadistic smirk on his face.

You blink, what can you offer to a man who probably has everything? “But my Prince, what can I give you that you don’t have? I’m a poor servant of your castle…” you plead, because you know he is as weird as cruel, and you frankly begin to fear for your life.

Eustass laughs, soundly, as if you had just said the stupidest thing in your life. “Are you dumb, woman? Fun! You can entertain me! Aren’t you a buffoon?” he says, making sense.

You breath alleviated, so he only wanted for you to do your funny acts then. “Oh, of course Prince Kid” you tell him, already getting started to perform. And just when you begin jumping and making your usual performance he stops you.

“You… you are funny, yes. But, I think I have another idea. After all I had to make you a jester staff might as well help you improve your routine” he says, snatching your arm and pulling you against him. You gasp, eyes wide open, as your whole body gets pressed against his sweaty torso.

He lets go of you, but soon his hand lands on your face. The make up you are wearing that resembles to a clown gets smeared in just a second by his red painted nails. “There, better…” he says, rubbing your lips with his thumb.

You try to hold your breath, or maybe it’s just the natural reaction to the awe and excitement of being so close to him. He smirks, coming further to your face, slowly, testing your reactions. You are free to go back if you wanted, but you don’t move. You don’t want to.

His ruby lips barely grazed yours, his voice that’s usually loud and raspier, now turns more melodic, almost like a sensual whisper. “Would you entertain me, little clown?”

You nod, looking up as he is considerably taller and the tips of your noses touch.

“Good girl, now follow me…”

You walk behind him to a little room connected to what you could say is his working place. The new space looks different but still keeps the same atmosphere. Everything looks like a dungeon and indeed there is a x cross made out of wood and leather waiting in it.

You examinate the cross, well aware that must be something related to tortures… it ain’t no way that’s for other purposes. The shackles that has attached in every corner confirms it.

“Come here” he says, suddenly snatching you by your waist and lifting you up. You squirm, scared of what may happen next. And it is indeed a matter of it, because you are being now tied against the wooden cross.

Wrists tied. Ankles too. The metallic restraints do not hurt, but certainly feel cold around your body. He picks up the cane that fell into the ground as he lifted you up and shoves it into your face. “How come you are throwing my gifts so quickly?” he asks, caressing rather aggressively your cheek with it.

“I didn’t mea-“ you quickly try to excuse yourself; you didn’t throw it on purpose at all.

“Shh… I know, I know. Plus, we are gonna use it after all” he communicates you, passing the cane up and down your chest. Chest that goes up and down, because you are scared, and excited. Afraid and needy.

And the metallic staff goes down in between your legs, pressing against your core. You gasp, feeling the stimulating motions of his apparently expert hand. He notices how you bite your lower lip to supress at least the whiny little grunts he is producing on you, and smirks devilishly.

“See? We are having fun already!” he says, searching for your entrance with the tip of the cane even over your clothes. You whine, this time loudly. “Hah! You like this, don’t you?” he cackles, coming closer to your face, licking your separated lips with the tip of his tongue.

The touching with the cane stops, but now his hand reach for your still covered sex. He touches your clothes, damped in sexual arousal, and bites your lip. “So wet already, how much you like this little clown?” he urges you to speak, even if you were buried in a pit of shame with clenching eyes.

“I- I like it, Prince Eustass” you whine, and his now fingertips have crawled from the elastic of your funny rhomboidal pattern trousers to the inside of your sex. Labia spreading, big hand that have already located your pleasure button and the squirming motions of your body in response.

He keeps laughing, sexily, manly, testosterone filled. No class, just pure lust. Tracing circles and penetrating your entrance with one and then two fingers. Up and down, violently and in beckoning motions he masturbates you. Corners of your eyes with little salty tears, you are about to reach climax.

Oh, but he wanted to have fun. So, you aren’t coming, not just yet.

“Oops, are you coming?” he asks, cruelly and always with a smirk on his face. “Uh yes yes” you moan those words, thinking perhaps he only wants to rejoice in how good he is with the fingers. But you were wrong, he does want you to beg for it… and you will.

He walks back, leaving your thighs trembling and your clothes messed in pure desire for more, clenching and spasming walls that won’t allow you to think straight until you get your so needed release.

“PLEASE!” you whine. “Not yet, little clown!” he laughs, relishing on your total desperate imagery.

His hand quickly rips your clothes apart, letting you with just rags hanging from your arms. Naked, bumpy skin, tied to a cross as if you were being tortured on a medieval device you wait for his next movement.

Kid takes a time to inspect every aspect of your anatomy, and when he seems pleased the cane is back on his hand. “You want to cum? Huh?” he asks you, taking the metallic shaft to your lips. You nod, panting, making him absolutely satisfied with your instant submission.

“Good… then make it real wet with that tongue of yours” he commands, and you comply by sticking your tongue out and licking the cane thoroughly. You know you are not a little victim, and you can play his game too, so as you do you fix your gaze on his. You show him how good you can be with your mouth, streams of saliva forming from the shiny point of the cane, making Kid’s cheeks even get a little reddish.

You take a quick look at his fancy yellow pants discovering no other thing than the hard bulge begging to be freed from the clothes that are imprisoning it. “Heh…” you laugh, muzzled by the irony hilt being now forced into your mouth.

“Is it funny? Huh?” Kid asks, half aroused and half feeling himself disrespected, making you scared as his blazing eyes fix menacing on yours. “Mmh no” you moan, as he uses now the stick covered in your saliva around your nipples, making them harder and erect.

Your eyes roll back, as he not only stimulates your breasts but also violates your mouth with his own. Red lipstick from both smearing all over your faces, his tongue reaching for your wet cave, his body pressed against your spread limbs body. You can even feel his hard bulge pressed to your lower belly, he is trying to search for a little release while he fights to keep composure and act like a real sadist dom.

And just when you thought he was going to plainly fuck you there, as his desires were making him succumb to you, you were wrong… his will is made of steel, his will and his passion for making women beg for his dick…

“Let me see how good you take my creation inside your cunt” he tells you, tracing a path with the cane towards your sex. Is he planning on using it to fuck you? Indeed, he is.

Cold, hard, and wide the tip opens its path inside your walls, making you tremble and hit your wrists and ankles against the shackles that keep you attached to the cross. You feel the need to close your legs, but you can, and instead you receive his now masturbating device inside you plainly spread.

Up and down, he goes, enjoying the way your fluids drip every time he decides to stick it out completely to penetrate you back again. You moan, and even scream, so ready to come once again, so sure this time he will allow you.

And just when your walls get ready for the final blow, he once again stops it. You feel frustrated, needy, so desperate. “PLEASE NO…” you beg.

“What do you want? Hmm?” he asks, licking the staff with delightful expression. “Tell me, what do you want? By the way, you taste delicious”.

“I wanna cum, prince Eustass, please”

“Beg for it, little whore”

You get even more desperate, as his pants now end up on the floor and his hard shaft flashes before your teary eyes. Huge, large, dripping too, twitching, also so ready to drill holes into anyone.

“I want to cum! I want you to make me cum… please” you whine, with trembling lips. “I want that dick inside of me!” you beg, louder.

He smirks, apparently you have convinced the prince to fuck you. “You wanna milk my dick, little whore? Hmm? Show me how desperate you are for it”. “Please, please… please fuck me, my Prince. I want to feel your hard cock inside of me…” you whimper, with the same look you have given him while licking the cane.

Kid feels pleased with your begging words and walks behind the cross where you are hanging, quickly and surprisingly the wooden x contraption falls back, and you are now as if you were resting over a lifted bed.

“Now, I can fuck you properly” he grunts, coming into your legs, guiding his sex into yours. Once he pierces you, so deeply as if you were bottomless, his hips begin the thrusting torture in and out of you.

Red nails carved on your waist, his expression almost like a beast as he fucks you mercilessly. “Cum now bitch, cum as many times as you want”.

Kid sometimes beds over your body, crushing weight making it hard to breath. Him biting your nipples and never stopping the hammering motions of his hips. Bites there, bites everywhere. Red lipstick stains there and there. Your body reaching orgasm for who knows how many times, on the verge of passing out from overstimulation.

You feel your wrists and ankles sore, but you don’t care, you only care about this huge man breaking you in half ruthlessly and unmerciful of your state. And he wants to fill you up, and he does. “Let me finish this, I’ve stretched your cunt just enough to be able to fill you up with my cum”

Grunts after, and his teeth carving marks on your lips, making you inhale his own manly moans as his orgasmic release floods your womb.

When he is done, and the last drop is into you he sticks his dick out. Kid makes the cross return to vertical position again, with your body feeling like goo, and the dripping cum tracing paths from your entrance, through your inner thighs to the floor.

You thought, you simply thought he was going to release you from there, but he doesn’t and instead he walks away with his pants barely up…

“Good girl, stay here a little longer. I will come back to keep fucking you”

[dokidoki-muffin]

Which fandoms are you on? Any game ones?

Puhaaa!!! 😆 That’s a surprisingly difficult one.. The list is waaaay too long and changing constantly 😅 Plus, I’m an old woman so I’ve been watching/reading stuff for a looooooong time already… So I tend to forget and usually draw blanks when I’m asked to write lists.. pls send help 🤣🙈

Also.. I hope it doesn’t sound weird, but I actually enjoy a lot of media without truly considering myself an active part of “the fandom” 🤔like.. in a sense that I don’t always necessarily feel the urge to interact and/or create fan content, even though I like something a lot. This is even more a thing in particular when it comes to tickle art!! Let’s just say my decision whether I want to create something is very private and individual in a way 🤔 It has to feel right for me if that makes sense. So this list will contain things I might never consider drawing for 😅

Okeeeeee 🙈🙈🙈 Sorry for the ramble on such a “short and simple” ask!!! I have a talent for making things complicated 🤣 Honestly, I suck at this… 😩🙈 But somehow I felt the need to clarify before I get into it 🙃🙃

EDIT!!! I made a tiny update to the list and added a colour code!!

Green: I usually feel comfortable with creating art for these fandoms.

Orange: I might create art for them but it strongly depends on the scenario and/or characters.

Red: Just no ^^ For personal reasons.

NOW! For the actual list! 🤣👇👇👇👇 (Yaaay)

It’s probably not truly a “fandom” list but more an excerpt of old and new personal favourites of mine 💪

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Anime/Manga/Webcomics:

19 Days

91 Days  (omg this looks so stupid listed like this, but this is neither a typo nor a joke 🤣🤣🙈)

ACCA: 13-ku Kansatsu-ka

Aggretsuko

Akatsuki no Yona

Arcane

Bananafish (old manga reader here 😭👋)

Black Lagoon

Candidate for Goddess

Castlevania

Corsair

Cowboy Bebop

Cute High Earth Defense Club Love! 😂

DBZ

Detective Conan (yes I still read/watch that 😂💪 I’m more or less up to date)

Digimon (childhood memories go brrr)

Durarara

Erased

Ergo Proxy

Free

FMA

Gangsta.

Given 💖✨🎵

Ghibli movies 💖

Grand Blue (not Fantasy! The other one.. the stupid one 🤣 👌👌👌)

Great Pretender

GTO

Gurren Lagann

Haikyuu

Hajime no Ippo

Hellsing

Initial D

Kuroko no Basuke

Madoka Magica

MahoYome

Makoto Shinkai Movies ✨🌈

Most manga by Ogeretsu Tanaka (as you might have guessed 😂🙈)

Orange (if you really really wanna cry, watch this 😭😭😭)

Ore Monogatari (So! Adorable! 😤💖 Fight me!)

Pokémon (been there since day 1 you could say 😂😂😂🙈)

Rage of Bahamut

Several manga by Rihito Takarai

Rose of Versailles

Run with the Wind

Rurouni Kenshin (including the live action movies! ✨)

Sk8

Spy x Family

Sword Art Online

Sword of the Stranger

Tamen De Gushi

Tsurune

Umibe no Etranger

Vampire Hunter D

Vinland Saga

Wotakoi!! (Seriously! I’ve never felt so attacked yet represented by an anime 😤💖)

Yu-Gi-Oh! (At least as long as Atem was still there XD And Jesus…. I still know how to play the game, but at some point I lost track of all the new cards with their crazy effects so I couldn’t build a decent deck to save my life.. so rip 😂🙈)

Yuri on Ice 💖

Yuru Camp (Most wholesome thing ever!!!! Change my mind 😤💖)

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Games:

Animal Crossing (I play it like a cat lady happily cultivating my island in precious solitude 🤣🤣)

Ace Attorney (various titles)

Final Fantasy (esp. FFXV)

F1 (2021-2022 🤣🤣 Just time trials for fun on the weekends)

Legend of Zelda (various titles)

Mario Kart (lololo is that even a “fandom”? But I’m actually not bad at this game ^^ I even won two tournaments at big LAN parties a few years back 🤣💪)

Pokémon (various titles)

Yakuza (I LOVE this series!!!! 💖💪🔥)

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Ok.. this list feels random af 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I'm certain that I forgot super important stuff, I swear 😩🙈

And I probably even screwed up the alphabet at some point 😆

Ofc I watched the usual popular Shonen stuff as well, but I won't put all of these to the list since I’m not that invested anymore (stuff like One Piece, Naruto, etc. etc.)

Sooo... I have no idea if this is what you hoped for anon 😅

If you still want to specifically know if I like a certain anime, manga, game, movie etc etc, (that might now not be in the list) just ask away!

But anyway! 😆

There you go!!

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Can you Feel my Heart?

The aftermath of the angst yall! Finally some happy happy feels 💖💝💓💕

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Ava had finally been released from the emergency room, passing her cognitive exam with flying colors.  Daya says it was because of the promised ice cream at home but Jasmine knew it was because the little girl finally had her mama back.  It was insane how calm Jasmine felt the second she saw Daya with Ava in the exam room.  When she left rehearsal for a bathroom break and checked her phone, she nearly fainted seeing so many missed calls and text messages.  Camden told her everything and she sprinted out of the studio, Ms. Edwards staring in confusion.  She would definitely have to text her later she thought, but right now she had to take care of her baby and her lovely partner.

They had just made it back, Ava asleep holding onto Dayas shirt and her koala tightly.  Jasmine finally felt like she was back home again.  She couldn’t stand to be in the apartment when Daya was gone, everything hurting her heart. Now, it felt like home.

“Alright Ms. Ava, that better be your only time in the ER okay?”  

“Considering the fact that she’s a Kennedie, highly unlikely.  I broke my first bone at three.”  Jasmine laughed, watching how comfortable Ava was with Daya.  Jasmine may have been utterly destroyed after Daya left but Ava’s entire world was shattered.  That little girl woke up without a word from Daya; no hugs, no kisses, nothing. She couldn’t possibly understand why her mama was gone.  Jasmine hated listening to her baby cry for hours, sobbing for the one person she needed most.  It was amazing how instantly that changed as soon as Daya held Ava, as if everything had been fixed in a single hug and kiss for the little girl.

“That makes me feel even worse.”  Daya said in a deadpan tone.  “Guess this little miss thing is living in a bubble forever huh?  No more heart attacks for mama.”  She suggested, tickling the girl's belly.  That was also what made Jasmine's heart swell.  Hearing how openly and calmly Daya called herself that title made Jasmine’s heart leap, knowing that Daya must've done some serious soul searching.  She was also going to have to thank Camden and Bosco for knocking some sense into her. 

“Oh please. She’ll be fine.  She has her mama there to protect her.”

“Damn straight.” 

“Language.”  Jasmine reprimanded.  Daya rolled her eyes as Ava yawned.

“Looks like the pain meds are kicking in.”  Jasmine said, chuckling at how Ava tried to fight sleep.  Daya just smiled and pressed a tiny kiss to her brow. 

“I’ll go put her down.”  Jasmine knew Daya wanted to do it.  She wanted to know that nothing had changed, that Ava didn’t magically get taller, or shorter.  She wanted, no needed, to know that this little girl she was holding was still the same little girl.  Jasmine came up to Daya and placed her cool hand on her back. 

“We can put her down, together.”  Jasmine's other arm coming up to wrap  around Dayas chest.  She squeezed and began to walk, Daya smiling at her. 

The nursery was the same.   Nothing had changed, not even the open storybook by the rocking chair.  Daya couldn’t help but stare in awe at the little Time Capsule the room was.  “Wow… it’s like I never left.”

“She wouldn’t sleep in here. She slept in the napper in the bedroom.”  Jasmine said, her hand caressing Avas soft downy baby curls.  Daya nodded, trying her best not to cry at the thought of her little girl so distraught.

“Can you-“

“On it.“ Jasmine finished.  Both nodded and they fell back to their routine.  Daya with Ava at the changing table and Jasmine passing her clothes and wipes.  Jasmine could cry at how comfortable she felt to be back to it. 

Daya laughed, holding up Ava for Jasmine to see.  “You kept it?”  It, being the shark onesie Daya got her.  Jasmine smiled, the onesie still being big on the sleeping baby. 

“Only thing she wanted to wear.  You wouldn’t believe the stink in that thing.”

“Knowing how messy this little dirt magnet is, I’m surprised this thing isn’t radioactive.”  That got Jasmine to nearly keel over in belly laughs.  She could see Daya smirk in the corner of her eye as she avoided looking at her dopey smile.  Ava started to stir and that’s when Daya brought her to the crib, Jasmine joining her.

“Goodnight Avi girl.”  Jasmine whispered, kissing her head thrice and rubbing her incredibly soft baby hands. “Mommy loves you so much.”

“See you soon dragonfly. Love you.” Daya said, kissing the little button nose. She lay Ava down gently in her crib and watched as her arms reached out for her koala, her lips quirking as her hand gripped the plushies grey ear. Jasmine looked at Daya and smiled. She could see everything she was feeling; all the joy, sadness, guilt, but more importantly, all of the love that was just bursting behind those comforting blue eyes. She wrapped her arms around Dayas neck and sighed as Dayas hand crept back to its destined spot on her hip.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” Jasmine said, listening to Dayas heart as she watched her daughters chest rise and fall.

“Me too.”  Daya agreed.  “I nearly died without you both.  It felt like I couldn’t breathe, like my entire world just stopped existing.”  Jasmine nodded, knowing the feeling. 

“But you came back.”  Jasmine said, turning to face Daya in her arms.  A tiny smile gracing her lips. Daya chuckled, squeezing tighter on the soft flesh of Jasmine’s hips. 

“I did.  Because I love you Jasmine, more than life itself.  I was an absolute idiot for leaving and I never should’ve left.  I’ll never stop loving you or Ava with my whole heart.  I’ll never st-“ Daya couldn’t finish the rest before Jasmine cut her off with a tender kiss.  Daya was shocked but still kissed back, missing the feel of those holy lips.  They pulled away smiling. 

“I love you too.”  Jasmine said, her heart beating loudly.  Daya leaned in for another tender kiss.  Her big hand came to cradle her cheek and Jasmine hummed into the kiss.  She decided to test the waters and bit on Dayas lower lip.  She was not disappointed to hear a groan escape Daya.  She inhaled sharply feeling her hands start to roam, feeling as if she’d never touched Jasmine before.  

“Daya.”  Jasmine breathed.  “I need you.”

That was all Daya needed to hear.  She picked up Jasmine swiftly, loving how she gasped again.  She walked them out of the nursery and towards the bedroom.  Jasmine wrapped her legs around Dayas waist as she felt those familiar hands hold on her ass.  She pushed open the bedroom door and walked through, kicking it closed.

“Fuck baby, you don’t know how much I missed you.”

“Not nearly as much as I did.”  Jasmine said, running her nails through Dayas hair the way she knew she liked.  Daya growled and tossed her to the bed, loving her little laugh.  Jasmine lifted her head and gasped, feeling her arousal shoot through and make her toes curl.  She watched as Daya crawled up the bed, never breaking eye contact, a devilish grin on her lips. Jasmine bit inside her cheek as shivers ran through her. She’d missed this, them. She needed to have Daya and feel her. 

“You wanna bet?”  Daya asked, stopping as she was face to face with Jasmine.  She could feel Dayas hot breath against her own.  She leaned down to capture Jasmine's lips in a bruising kiss, sweeping her tongue into Jasmine’s mouth after she moaned hotly.  Their hands were tugging and pulling at each other’s clothes like crazed animals. 

“Show me.”  Jasmine commanded, her heart racing and her cheeks a fine shade of pink. 

“With pleasure.”  Daya said, her lips traveling down and biting, loving how Jasmine moaned so beautifully. She bit her lip and gripped the sheets tight as Daya traveled lower, eyes level with her covered chest.  Her hand snaked around her and ripped the bra, smirking at the tearing sound.  Normally, Jasmine would’ve lectured Daya to no end but she didn’t care.  She needed her, she needed to feel her and be with her.  Dayas shirt was finally off and Jasmine raked her nails over her back, loving the groan Daya gave as she sucked more bruises.

“Daya, I need you, please.”  Jasmine whimpered, that sickening heat burning inside her as Daya kissed back up to Jasmine’s lips.

“Let me spoil you baby.”  Daya whispered close to Jasmine’s ear.  Shivers ran through her as she bit back another loud moan.  “I need to make up for lost time.”  She could feel Dayas hands snake under the waistband of her pants and she knew she was done for.

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Jasmine lay cuddled into Daya, positively spent.  “I missed you.”  She whispered, looking up to see an equally exhausted Daya.  She laughed and kissed Jasmine’s head.  Her arms were wrapped tightly around Jasmine, pulling her close.

“Me too baby.”

Jasmine was so incredibly happy to have Daya back, but she needed something answered; that one little inkling of doubt in the back of her head that wouldn’t go away.  She turned to face Daya, obviously nervous.  “You never stopped?  Loving me and Ava, I mean.”  Daya furrowed her brow.  She pulled Jasmine up into her arms, taking Jasmine’s hand and squeezing it tightly.  She lay Jasmine’s hand against her chest, her heart thumping underneath.

“Can you feel that?”  Jasmine nodded.

“My heart only beats for you, Jasmine.”  Daya whispered, watching as Jasmine’s eyes watered.  “It never stopped because I love you and Ava so much.”  She pressed a kiss to Jasmine’s forehead.  Jasmine nodded and sniffed, wiping her eyes.  She took Dayas other hand, placing it on her own chest to feel the rhythmic thumping.

“Neither did mine.”  Jasmine said quietly, tears trickling down her face.  Daya smiled, her thumb swiping over Jasmine’s chest.  Daya rested her head against Jasmines, closing her eyes and letting the moment wash over her.  Jasmine could feel the brightest smile gracing her lips.  “I love you so much, Daya.”  She tilted her head up and cupped Dayas cheeks, going in for one more soft kiss. 

They pulled away, both looking absolutely drunk on love when a shrill cry was heard from across the room that made both girls laugh.

“I’ll go get her.”  Daya said, almost bouncing off the bed to get to Ava.  Jasmine smiled, loving how Daya practically skipped out of the room.  Her eyes widened seeing how red Dayas back was from the scratch marks.  Daya came back quickly, cooing to a red-faced Ava.  Jasmine wanted to laugh at how quickly Avas cries turned to little hiccups as she cuddled into Dayas chest.

“I think someone just wanted her mama.”  Jasmine said, moving closer to Daya.  Jasmine giggled, watching how Ava’s eyes closed and her little head rested perfectly against Dayas heart.

“I think so.”  Daya said, kissing the baby’s soft curls.  She adjusted her hold on Ava, snaking her free arm around Jasmine's waist and pulling her closer.  Jasmine hummed and soaked in the warmth radiating from Daya.  Daya sighed, kissing Jasmine’s brow once more.  “You girls are my world.  I feel like I’m back home.”

“You are.”  Jasmine added, her own eyes fluttering and trying to hide her yawn. “Now come on, family nap.”  Daya laughed and laid down, cradling both of her girls.  Jasmine sighed, her hand gripping Dayas tightly as she finally closed her eyes.

She couldn’t explain it, but her heart was full.  It was as if that gaping hole that used to be was filled.  She was back where she was supposed to be; right there with her daughter and Daya, her partner for life. 

She was finally home.