#chatty!reader

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

LAUGH!!

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Omen x Chatty! Reader

Characters : you, omen, neon, killjoy

Story : did you just laugh???

The halls of the Valorant Protocol headquarters were still unfamiliar to you. Each day, you roamed its maze-like corridors, chatting with anyone who crossed your path. Bright-eyed and full of energy, you were determined to make the stoic and enigmatic team feel like family.

It had been a few weeks since your arrival, and you were still adjusting. Today, as you wandered, you stumbled into Neon and Killjoy near the armory.

“Hey, new kid!” Neon greeted with her usual spark of enthusiasm. Killjoy adjusted her cap and smiled. “How’re you settling in?”

“Still getting lost,” you admitted with a laugh, shaking your head. “But it’s all good! I think I’ve memorized half the hallways now. You two just back from a mission?”

Neon nodded. “Yup. Went smooth. Killjoy’s gadgets worked like magic, as always.” Killjoy grinned, waving dismissively. “Team effort, you know.”

After exchanging a few more words, you waved them off and continued your exploration. Eventually, you found yourself in the living room. The sight that greeted you was… unexpected.

Omen, the shadowy figure who rarely spoke, sat on the couch, a crochet hook in hand. A half-finished scarf—or was it a blanket?—lay draped across his lap.

“Hey, Omen!” you chirped, plopping down onto the couch across from him.

Omen’s glowing eyes flicked upward briefly, then back to his work. “Hmm.”

You blinked, surprised. “Ooh! You responded to me! We're making progress right?” Omen didn’t answer, but you grinned anyway, launching into a story about your day.

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The next day, you found Omen in the same spot, now working on what looked like a pair of gloves. “Good morning, Omen!” you called, sitting across from him again.

“Morning,” Omen murmured, his voice low and gravelly, almost lost in the sound of his hook sliding through yarn. You leaned forward, grinning. “You know, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

Omen said nothing, but there was a subtle pause in his movements, just long enough for you to notice.

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By the third day, you didn’t hesitate to join Omen. This time, you brought a snack to share. “I brought cookies! Want one?” you asked, holding out a plate.

Omen glanced at the plate, then back at his project. “No.”

“Your loss,” you replied cheerfully, biting into one. “More for me.”

A long silence stretched between you, comfortable in its simplicity.

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On the fourth day, you caught Omen in the middle of finishing his scarf. “That’s looking pretty good,” you remarked, watching the shadowy figure tie off the last knot.

Omen held the scarf up, examining it. “It’s flawed.” You tilted your head. “Looks perfect to me.”

Omen set it aside, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re easily impressed.”

You smirked. “And you’re impossible to impress.”

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The fifth day brought something new. You sat down, watching as Omen began a new project—a beanie, perhaps? “You know,” you began, “if you ever wanted to teach me how to crochet, I wouldn’t say no.”

Omen didn’t look up. “It requires patience.”

“Hey!” you protested. “I can be patient!”

Omen let out a quiet hum, the closest he’d come to amusement yet.

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By the sixth day, you had a joke ready. You walked in, plopped down on the couch, and grinned at Omen.

“Why don’t skeletons fight each other? … Because they don’t have the guts!” To your shock, Omen let out a soft chuckle. It was low, almost a whisper, but undeniably there.

You gasped. “Did you just laugh?!”

Omen froze, his hook hovering mid-stitch.

“You laughed!” you exclaimed, your grin stretching ear to ear. “Oh my gosh, your laugh is so cute! Laugh again! Please, come on!” Omen turned his glowing eyes toward you, his expression unreadable. “You’re loud.”

“And you’re adorable,” you shot back, leaning closer. “Seriously, laugh again! I’ll even tell you another joke!” Omen resumed his work, his aura calm despite your excited outburst.

The room filled with your chatter and Omen’s quiet hums of acknowledgment. And though your worlds were different, for a moment, everything felt calm.

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<- MASTERLIST

-> I'm hardstuck help me.

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about your older bf!simon that’s had a long day.

“the lil’prick gets lippy with price of all people”

he wasn’t impressed, new recruit fresh out of training and lacking manners.

simon hates bad manners.

“he’s young, si- sure he’s still learning”

he huffs a breath through his nose as he lifts your ass, slamming you back down in his lap and making your eyes roll a little bit.

“don’t recall it taking that long f’me”

you can’t help but giggle as you look down at him, hands on his broad chest as you roll yourself in his lap.

he looked beautiful like this, totally pissed off but pliable under you.

“you’re different, baby- never met anyone with manners like yours”

simple sentence changes everything.

you can see see the way his lip quirks up, before you can even think- his hips are hammering up into yours.

“y’think? how about y’show me your manners and cum f’me?”

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Talkative Sparkmate — B-127 x GN!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, mild angst || They/them pronouns for reader, reader is a bot || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127 wasn't as stupid as he seemed. Was he a little naive due to his isolation? Yes, did he have tendency to ramble? Also yes. But his lack of social ettiquite often got mistaken for ignorance, which was where most were wrong. He knew a lot, actually. Plenty of old Cybertronian records got thrown into Sublevel 50, usually by Sentinel's demands. He'd gotten hold of all of them, reading each thoroughly, hence his excitement when he felt he had the chance to see it all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he found you, and you actually expressed interest in what he had to say, he went on endlessly about all the knowledge he'd obtained. For a while you couldn't get him off your back, he adored spilling any of his thoughts to you whenever he thought there was anything worth mentioning (which happened to be... nearly all the time)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After a while, you noticed his chatting slowly beginning to receed. It confused you, all you heard from other mechs was how B-127 was this talkative and cheery bot, you didn't expect him to suddenly clam up whenever he was trying to say something

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After gently asking about it, B revealed that he was more perceptive than others seemed to think of too. He knew how other mechs talked about him, and he knew they often said he talked far too much. He got worried he might be bothering you, so he had been trying to hold himself differently around you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were quick to reassure him that it was okay, and that you genuinely didn't mind. You knew he didn't do well with silence or feeling ignored, and you didn't want him to think you'd gotten tired of him. B seemed hesitant to take your words to spark, but he slowly got comfortable once more

ᯓᡣ𐭩 B-127, through his many chats, did sometimes let some concerning things slip around you absentmindedly. He'd mention offhandedly how silence deeply discomforted him after being sent to the Sublevel, and how he often talked aloud just so he wouldn't have to feel as alone. You'd always reassure him, promising that you'd be there for him to talk to if he needed. He always gave a chipper response, but you could tell there was more to it beneath his vibrant excitement

ᯓᡣ𐭩 B tended to get rather nervous if you weren't around. You were one of the only mechs he hadn't annoyed by now, and he never strayed far from your side usually. He hides quite a bit of it from you in the early relationship stages, worried that any given conversation may be one that convinces you that he's too much

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As happy as he typically is, his vibrance does occasionally falter. He likes to keep up a peppy attitude to the slowly forming Autobot team, but he's honestly with you, trusting you to take his woes seriously and listen to him where others brushed him off, which he starting doing more and more when he was sure you genuinely wanted to hear

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In return for listening to him, B makes sure to be attentive to everything you say to him. He commits it all to memory, making sure to factor in little details. He's great with giving you little, meaningful gifts about small details you mention liking because of this

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's very prone of giving you handmade gifts, and he loves when you give compliments to anything he makes. Especially if you memorize their names or little facts he tells about his makeshift friends, he absolutely lights up and gets so excited to have someone not only hear him, but genuinely care

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's got zero problems telling you how much he loves you. Seriously, he'll tell you whenever he can and however much you need to hear that you have his whole spark, he's very prone to words of affirmation to show affection

[crowttore]

can i innocently drop by to request edging + itto please? :))

Equally innocent reply-

Tags: Itto x reader, edging, very light bondage, light power dynamic, itto is the one being edged, reader is a menace <3

Minors DNI

The muscles in your thighs burned after who knew how many rounds of this, never getting tired of hearing him thank you and beg for more despite how raw his skin must feel by now.

Wet sounds echoed around the room, only occasionally broken up by his high-pitched whines when you would pull off his cock and grin deviously when it smacked heavily against his stomach.

Had it gotten harder to ignore the ache between your legs at every wet drag along Itto's chiseled abdomen? Absolutely. But pushing your own pleasure aside was nothing against the satisfaction of how few nudges against his leaking tip it took to reduce the oni to a panting and pleading mess.

"H-hey," he began, using a cough to hide the way his voice cracked ever so slightly when your thighs squeezed his waist, "this is great but why don't we-"

You cut him off but swiftly sliding a finger into his mouth, admiring how his eyes fluttered and his lips immediately wrapped around the digit. "I know baby," you cooed, pressing down on his tongue, "you're getting impatient aren't you?"

The enthusiastic nod was far from necessary when he kept bucking his hips upwards, the ease with which he moved beneath you serving as a reminder of just how willingly he had given up control. It sent a thrill through your body to see his wrists, tied to the bedframe with crimson silk that matched the pretty nails not unlike claws. Despite every panting whine around your thumb (sounding adorably close to an agitated bull) Itto could easily take exactly what his body wanted.

Graciously, you pulled your thumb from his lips to let him answer, instead moving your hands to knead his chest. "Yeah, yeah yeah…" A string of gasps followed, his cheeks flushing as you began rolling your hips anew. "Gotta move, aah.. You gotta let me move-.."

Except you both knew how much sweeter it felt to him when he'd earned it.

Itto lurched beneath you, his broad tip barely slipping into your equally eager - but far more composed - body, the little taste of what was to come having him tense to the point of veins bulging on his arms. And other places no doubt.

"But you're looking so sweet right now," you praised, not missing the dopey smile contrasting his continued struggle between wanting to sheathe himself fully and wanting you to slowly sink down on his no doubt painfully hard length.

Every little shift of your hips had him sucking in a sharp breath, the oni looking almost drunk on pleasure when you inched further down, one hand rolling a nipple while the other threaded through his sweaty hair. "I suppose you do deserve a treat," you laughed, gently tugging at the ivory strands when his head threatened to fall back against the plush pillows.

It was too tempting to resist wrapping your hands around his sleek horns, using them for leverage just enough that you could see the muscles at his neck flex. They were smooth to the touch and clearly sensitive, if Itto's cock twitching inside you and unabashed groans were any indication.

You set a steady pace, leaning forward enough to lick along the column of his neck, knowing he must swiftly be getting dizzy from the sensations. "More- more.. that's it-" Itto whined, every muscle in his body rigid beneath you in anticipation of release, "don't stop, don't stop please.. Please, keep-"

The moment you pulled away, your own hole twitching at the loss, Itto's protests died down to choked moans as he tried to rut up against you. "Behave," you clicked your tongue, palm spreading across his chest to encourage him to stop moving, "I said you could have a treat, but I don't think you've been good enough to deserve a feast, yet."

Itto looked akin to a kicked puppy, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to regain enough control of his body to please you, knowing full well you weren't above getting yourself off and leaving him hot and bothered.

[beneathsilverstars]

longfic writers who go more than a week between updates (aka a normal reasonable pace) i am on my knees politely requesting a 1-3 sentence “previously on This Fic” section in the opening author notes for new chapters, so i can fully appreciate each update within the context of the story instead of spending the first 30% of it desperately trying to figure out which half-remembered scenes and emotional beats this fic belongs to. like i’m sure i remember the fic but the problem is i also remember five dozen other fics

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Oh no! Destined One and Reader got captured!

Now it's up to the chatty star to rescue them. It had to stealth it's way while avoiding enemies. Currently it had enough stardust to create small figures, perfect for creating distraction.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

He stopped, After the last attempt, which caused a huge pain to his shoulder, he realized that, yes, the cage was in solid iron and impossible to open with brute force. The cage moved in the air, the silent scream of the chain echoed in the cave, and you needed to hold on to one of the bars to avoid falling.

"UGH! Don't worry, we're going to get out of here!"

If those snake demons haven't taken away his weapon! The ambush had taken you all unprepared, and now all of you were taken hostage until the snake lord decided to have you both as a lunch.

"We're going to ... Hey ..."He noticed your meek behavior, your worried Look while you held your hands on your chest. "It's gonna be okay! We're getting out soon..."

"It's not that..." You said, "It's...little star Is all alone...without us...they're going to be all alone and..."

Oh, you were worried for the chatty star... They were the only one that was able to get away from the ambush; their size was an advantage in that situation. He looked at you and forced a smile.

"I'm sure that they'll manage. And we're going to find them in no time!"

You looked at him and tried to take comfort in a hug. Deep down, however, he wasn't that sure either.

///

One of the two demons yawned, showing his fangs in the act, while the other one was more occupied in fixing his armor.

"Quit it," the bird one said. "We won't be at the banquet. Who cares how your armor looks..."

"Well," the other spoke, "I do! I mean, what if they decide to let us in! I wouldn't mind a bite of those two."

"Yeah, like if there will be anything left for us."

"Maybe some bones! We can do brooth with Bones!"

The other groaned, mostly from exhaustion at dealing with his overly positive friend.

"Seriously, let's stop talking about food, or I'm going to start to see—...!!!"

"See?" His friend looked at him curiously. "See what?"

The tired one, now more focused, held the muzzle of his friend and pointed towards the not-so-distant figure of a BEAUTIFUL maiden. The two looked at her silky dress, moving with the wind, her plump cheeks full of life, her so-so delicious flesh...

The two looked at each other, then started to run towards the Maiden, with saliva ALREADY dripping from their mouths.

"Master won't notice if we're missing for a bit!"

"Fresh meat, here we come!"

After they left, from behind a rock that they used as a hiding spot, something shiny and small floated around, making sure that the area was clear.The little star sighed in relief. After the confirmation, satisfied that their small trick did in fact fool those two guards.

"Better be fast!" They said, "When they noticed that their launch was an illusion they'll be far away! Hang in there, friends; I'M COMING!"

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The hideout of the Yaoguai that had captured their friends, the Chaos … something something of Chaos, was built where once there must have been a mine. Long tunnels like veins in the body of the Mountain, reaching levels that light could never reach, the only source of that were some fires ,lighted here and there tò help the guards, and some Crystals that had some strange proprieties.

The small star kept on flying, following the caves and the lights, hoping maybe to be able to find any proof of your survival and your whereabouts. Of course they knew that a flying light was a curious thing; they couldn't count all the times that you had to hold them and remind them that enemies could have easily spotted you for that.

They moved only when the way was clear, making sure not to be seen by the inhabitants of the mine, but mostly trying to collect some information about their two Friends!

It was when the temperature became high and the steam was like a fig that they realized that they must have found the kitchen.

Cauldrons full of soup grumbled on the fire, big chunks of meat were roasting on the skewer, and vegetables of many kinds were posed in big pies in some baskets and compact of riaddormentata plates were curtently being cleaned by a pig yaoguai.

Poor Bajie, he would had hate the view about that other demon…

Another figure appeared in the fog of the steam, a tall and slim figure, a big salamander yaoguai that, with a splashing sound, had almost thrown in a bucket full of water the pile of plates he held in his slimy arms.

"Carefully there!" Screamed the pig, sticking his butcher knife in the wooden tablet, "Master wants his fine china for the banquet!"

"Why the occasion anyway?" Resounded with a screeching voice the other, "A monkey and a human… They're not good even for a soup!"

"Ah, silly one! They're the infamous Destined One and his companion! The ones that had put down two of the strongest Yaoguais in the country!"

"They're not that special if they were caught so easily, if you ask me."

"Who cares what you think! Take care of that china and don't break anything! He'll cook personally those two in the main hall so he'll save us some work!"

Oh…so that was his plan… Wait, COOKING THEM?! Little Star needed to find them before dinnertime!

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"How did he..."

The Fox yaoguai kept on examining the small piece of wood in his paw.

The size was the one of a toothpick, and some monkey magic was able to turn it into a full and functional weapon. They said that it was something that every monkey could do, and Heritage from the old sage. That's why almost no one could figure out how to make it work.

His master entrusted him to watch over the weapon in case something. Something funny happened, and so he took the chance to try to understand this peculiar ability and object.

He was so busy on his task that he felt his heart jump in his throat when he heard the clash of the spear on the ground when the guard in front of him called back his attention.

"Slack of work are you?!"

"N-no, no, sir!" He jumped on his feet, still holding the small stick.

"I received the order! Tò being the staff back to our master! Hand it over!"

"…but I thought master wanted the staff to be bu—"

"Are you questioning our lord?!"

"N-no, no, sir!"

Trembling in fear, the fox held the stick to the guard, more afraid to disobey an order than to question a guard.

"Good! And since you were so bold to question me… Go and run around outside our hideout!"

"R-run?!"

"TWENTIES TIMES!"

"B-but—"

"NOW!"

He ran so fast that he almost tumbled on his foot. Only when sure that he was really gone did the form of the guard disappear, and the small star chuckled, holding the weapon.

"This trick still comes in handy! Now, I must find my friends here!"

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"Greetings, my friend and fellow companions!"

The voice of the Crocodile, lord of these Yaoguais, laughed, holding his chalice high in the air.

"You know, at the end of every month, we all meet in this humble abode and feast on the best catch! And, tonight, I'll offer you the best of the best!"

A huge applause erupted in the hall, so strong to cover the sound of the bubbling guanti pot in the middle of the place.

"This morning, i thought, a Good monk would be such a good MEAL for everyone! So i sent a few of my trusted tò fetch One…and you know Who they found?!"

From the ceiling, a hole appeared from a mechanism that allowed you and Yuán Fèn Cage to lower. It stopped only when everyone was able to look at the both of you, a series of gasps and woohs from the guests.

"Look! The Destined One and his little mortal friend! The most wanted figure in our newly formed society!"

Looking down, Yuán Fèn noticed the pot. He started to slam the bars harder, feeling your panicked breath near him.

"And soon…our dinner! So, let's not waste more time and…"

He moved a lever; the chain of your cage started again to lower.

The laugh, the sound of incitement, grew. The heat of the cauldrons rose, making the bars wet and hotter.

Yuán Fèn kept on slamming, beating, but nothing moved. He felt now the same panic as you…he felt…helpless.

"Y-yu…Yuán…." Your trembling voice reached his ears. His scared eyes met yours, already wet and trembling.

His arms held you immediately; he wanted to hold you and, having the choice, give you the less painful death he could give you. Your fingers held so strongly his robes, trying to catch some comfort.

"Y/n?"

"Y…yes?"

"If...if this is our last moment together...I just...I just wanted to tell you that—"

"STAAAAAAAR POOOOWEEEEEEER!"

"I star Power too!……what?"

Then, something shiny and small crashed towards the cage. The move made the cage rise to the point that the hook that anchored it to the chain loosened its grip. Before you could crash ruinously on the ground, Yuán Fèn was fast enough to grasp you and one of the bars with his feet, avoiding both of you too much damage.

In the landing, the gate crashed on a few of the guests, killing them in one instant. Others were partially or completely boiled by the oil in the pot that was hit by the same cage before, and a fire started to spread since the embers of the one that was under the cauldrons were now scattered around.

"Uuugh…you…you okay?" Yuán Fèn freed you from his grasp.

"I...I think I need to throw up… What…happened?!"

And before you could get an answer, the same small and shiny thing started to move away a few of the bars that were damaged from the impact, creating an exit.

"Hello there!" Their small and cute voice echoed in the chaos.

"Star!" You both exclaimed in relief.

"Sorry for the wait, uff! This place is a maze!" They threw the small stick to the monkey, which turned to its original side. "No time to talk, time to kick!"

"Oooh," he said with a grin, his eyes meeting the crocodile that was trying to flee the scene. "Someone is going to get kicked for sure…"

"I needed some new boots!" You laughed, following the monkey out from the cage.

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The fire roared behind you, but, despite everything, you all couldn't care less about it.

"Thank you, Little One," said the monkey, giving the chatty one some scratch. "We would be deep friends if it wasn't for you!"

"Who would believe that you were the rescue type?" You laughed a bit.

"Aaaaw, please, guys, stop!" They looked almost embarrassed, taking a small pink shade. "You would have done the same!"

"Why don't we go back home and have our own feast! To thank our little savior?"

"Be careful, Yuán Fèn, or someone here is going to take away your job!"

And while another explosion started again, you all burst into a good laugh.

@phoenixeclipse-lmkau @miifu666 @sleepingdramaqueen @whitefox2k18 @ladydoe8 @jeminiikrystal @theactualgir @birdioarts

@jssy96 @silenthopper @nezukos-number1fan

[qldqueerboy]

There will be a social or business contract made today. It will involve travel but not the type that will bring joyful memories. What this may imply today is that communication will go back and forth but nothing will ever come from it.

[hanbinniesmango]

do you think ricky is more of a dom, sub or switch?

what a great question nonnie!! 🎊

honestly i feel like he likes to dabble between dom and switch genuinely..though mostly he would consider himself dom, he sometimes finds himself in the predicament of being under his lover’s control.

sometimes he’s just sub to yk wind down and he’s lazy, but sometimes he needs a real good talking to, and those times he likes to be bratty and keep up with his dom agenda, trying to control and not listen, that takes a wrong turn for him and then he ends up either across your lap, red handprints scattered among his ass or being edged for an longggg extended time period..

long story short..switch! leaning definitely both wayss, and yes, he is bratty💋

[hobbithoes]

photo dump from my life lately 🤯 🫶

[baisemains]

have the day off and I’m just spending it writing, my inbox is open if anyone wants to chat about any upcoming or posted works :)

[songsofadelaide]

Satoru is the kind of boyfriend who loves calling you on your phone whenever he can— without a care about whether you'll pick up or not. You normally do.

"Hey, baby! What'cha up to?"

"I'm kinda busy with something, babe, but you know I always have time to chat with you."

"Aww, caught you at a bad time, huh?"

You sigh to yourself. It's not like your boss is going to notice you go off the radar for a little to gossip with your boyfriend. "You cannot believe what just happened at work earlier! Someone served that absolutely overbearing morning team leader a resignation letter and didn't even bother rendering..."

And he'd smile to himself hearing the change of tone in your voice, sounding more enthusiastic this time.

"No way! I mean, from what you've told me, that boss does sound like a jerk, you know."

"Ugh, everything's so toxic here at work but I'm really glad you called, Toru."

"Glad to be of service as well, sweets."

"And what are you up to today?"

"Oh, the usual stuff! Driving these kids up a corner, making sure they know what they're doing... That kind of stuff."

You chuckled at his statement, a clear image of his students' annoyed faces in your head, followed by their menace of a teacher's laughing visage.

"Well, I'm not going to disturb you from work any longer. I'll return my adorable little corporate slave back to her enclosure and—"

"Toru! When I catch you, I swear to go—"

"Love you! Bye!"

[millersfinest]

i wanna show you guys a little wip i’m working on… a teaser if you will. (this is unedited, first draft you guys pls don’t judge me i’m trusting you!!!!)

[v1rtualsalvat10n]

yall ever get fucked on dissos and enter a third dimension i think lu would fw that heavy

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Roronoa Zoro Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #1 "Beg for it." Gift Giver: @brat4days

Summary: Zoro demands you beg for him to be in your mouth, and you refuse.

Content Notes: Dirty talk, begging, Zoro calls reader a slut and they both realize they like it, rough oral, facial, light bondage, hair pulling 18+

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Your mouth was open, Zoro’s deliciously long, veiny cock was mere inches from your lips, but his hold on your hair kept you from being able to lean in any closer. You whimpered a little, but with your hands tied behind your back, held in place with his bandana, there was little you could do.

Zoro left you to struggle for a little bit longer, listening to you whimper and huff. For all you were doing though, you weren’t doing what he wanted you to do.

“Beg for it.” He says flatly, and you pause.

“I’m not going to beg to suck your cock.” You grumble. “Just… let me do it.” You tug against his hold, tongue out, trying to at least lick the tip and convince him to let you go. “You know you want me to.”

“I want you,” he says, pulling your head back harder as he leans down over you. “To beg for it.”

“I’m not- hnnngh!” He reaches down with his free hand and twists your nipple harshly. Your initial grimace of pain shifts and you can’t help a few heavy pants as the pain tingled pleasurably against your skin. He always knew just how long to make it sting before stopping, and the pleasure that followed always addled your brain a bit.

“You want it,” he says with a grin.

“Haaa, I do.” You admit, licking your lips and biting on your lower lip a little. “But I’m not going to beg for it. You’re not going to let that raging stiffy just twitch out in the air like that.”

Zoro grunts, and picks you up for a moment, setting you down by the wall near the bunks. He puts the bottom of Wado’s sheath against your collarbone, keeping you pressed against the wall as he starts to jerk himself off.

“… What’re you doing?”

“Taking care of my ‘raging stiffy’.” He says.

“Yes, I can see that.” You say, pushing back against Wado. It’s no use, you can’t get any leverage against the pin enough to even shift to the side. “At least finish on me.”

“Nope.”

“That’s not even your bunk, that’s-.”

“The shitty cook’s.” He answers.

You whimper, you can’t lay in Sanji’s bed the cook would die from blood loss. “Don’t, c’mon, Zoro, please.”

He looks over at you. “Beg.”

“I’m not…” Your eyes shift down from Zoro’s gaze and you can see precum starting to leak from the tip. He’s not slowing down either.

“Please,” you say it, but you’re not looking at him. “Please let me suck your cock. Don’t – don’t cum on Sanji’s bunk, please.”

Zoro moves the sword out of the way, turning toward you. He’s slowed down a little, but he hasn’t stopped stroking himself.

“You can do better than that.” He says. “Get on your knees like the pretty little slut we both know you are, and beg for it.”

The swordsman was usually so laconic you barely got more than a few words out of him during the entire night. It wasn’t so much that he was talking a lot tonight, but his words were sinking straight into the bones, and you nearly moaned when he called you a slut.

Carefully sinking down to your knees, spreading them open wide, you look up at him. “Please le-let me wrap my greedy lips around your delicious cock.” You begin. “I’ll lick and moan so sweetly for you, like a… a good slut.”

You squirm a little, and Zoro grins. It’s not the first time he’s told you to beg for it, but it’s the first time he’s called you a name like that. You’re both pleased to know it affects you so well.

He puts his hands against the wall, widening his stance enough to put himself at level with your mouth. “Well?” He prompts, and you lean forward, licking the slick of precum off his tip.

A soft grunt of air is all the approval you get as you begin to work, licking circles around his tip before leaning forward more. You press your lips against his shaft, working your tongue against the head for a few moments until you can feel him twitch and almost buck deeper into your mouth.

Letting his length slide against your tongue, you lean in closer, taking him in deeper and moaning. You hear him suck in a breath and his hand smacks against the wall a little, and so you get more aggressive going down on him further and a little faster.

Leaning back you let all of him fall out of your mouth, giving him a teasing lick. “C’mon, help me out. Fuck my mouth and cum down my throat. Please, I’m beg-hurk!” Zoro’s hands were against the back of your head, shoving his thick cock down your throat before you could finish.

A few long thrusts and he pulls out for a second, as you cough and sputter, having been caught off guard earlier.

“Well?” He prompts again, his voice heavy and demanding.

“M-More, please.” You say meekly, your earlier moment of sass abated.

He grins, holding your head so you’re looking up at him, and rubs his length along your tongue a few times. “That’s better.”

He pushes into your mouth slowly, bringing your nose into his pubes before slowly pulling back out. You breathe in deep and he does it again, and again, and once the rhythm is set he begins to move a little faster, pushing down your throat and holding you against his hips for a second before pulling you back. Soft little pleas falling from your lips as you try to beg more.

After a few minutes he holds you in place, pushing into your mouth almost too fast. It’s dizzying and you’re focused on breathing until the hot release paints the back of your throat, and along your tongue as Zoro pulls back stroking himself as he urges more cum onto your face.

“Ahh, haa, mmm, thank you.” You manage to say, licking your lips and smiling up at Zoro.

“There’s my good sheath.” He says with a grin. “I should reward you.”

[qldqueerboy]

The information you hear today won’t be helpful in providing you with a detailed business plan but at least it will contain knowledge to empower you in creating a discipline that will help you in starting all over again. Although basking in newness it will be single focused and direct.

[hanbinniesmango]

heyyy could I get a wonwoo drabble of reader and him kissing in rain after a mini misunderstanding? Idk if that makes sense but I've had this thought in my mind forever but can't find the right words to write about it.

of course anon!! love that thought!💗

kyy note//: hope you like it, i tried my best, thanks for being the first anon in my inbox!!

A Small Misunderstanding.

“i need to clear my mind, wonwoo.” you say to him, feeling jealousy bubble up in your head and flood your senses. not just a few seconds ago, you saw him talking to a girl, both smiling and laughing, worse thing is, they were exchanging little items and trinkets before you left her. then you made eye contact with him. he smiled at you, but then sensed that you weren’t in that kind of mood and came rushing over to you. "you guys look like you were having fun talking, hm?" you say with a forced smile as you try to walk away from him. "baby, i swear it wasn't like that, hear me out baby—" he pants after catching up with you. you scoff and roll your eyes. "thats what they all say." you shrug your arms before feeling some rain dropping down. thats the last thing you needed right now, great. "no baby, for real, i was trying to—" you turn to him with a groan, cutting him off again as it starts to pour rain on you both. "if you're here just to sympathize and pity me after i watch you flirting with her than i don't want to hear it. i thought you-" he grabs your face and cuts you off with a kiss. the rain rushing down both of your faces, with the sounds of it hitting the ground with little splashes. you want to pull away, but the feeling of his lips mesh too well together with yours to do so. he finally pulls away with an exhale. "what i was trying to say was, i was exchanging with this jewelry lady and buying you a ring. its a promise ring." he pulls out two beautiful, rhinestone covered rings. "i got matching pairs for us." suddenly your head fills with guilt and sorrow, now realizing it was just a big misunderstanding. "i'm sorry won…i just felt so much emotions flood me, please forgive darling." you look up to him, the guilt prominent on your face. "of course i forgive you, i'm sorry too, i just wanted to surprise you." you send him a smile then hug him tightly, him reciprocating. you both stand there in each others arms in forgiveness whilst the rain pours down, happiness both now flooding you both.