#mmm not much to tag in this one |D

[keeps-ache]

mm i Neeed to go the beach

[wesstars]

touch

jenna ortega x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: jenna, your lovely girlfriend, has been away filming for far too long, in your opinion. she thinks so, too. wc: 2.6k tags: explicit, MINORS DNI. all characters are 18+. phone sex, masturbation, bad dirty talk lmao, this is basically all bad dirty talk, light D/s dynamics, name calling/slight degradation, praise, reader is a soft dom, strap-on referred to as “cock,” horribly excessive use of italics, feels a bit odd writing rpf… a/n: @crazyoffher :) returning the favor!

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6:01 pm

call u in a sec?

A grin lighting up your face at the text, you hurriedly type an affirmative reply as you unlock your apartment door. Dropping your bag, you kick your shoes off, sighing as you shed your coat. Making a beeline for your bedroom, your eyes slide shut as you flop down on your gigantic bed. You’d washed the sheets earlier, and they were feeling extra soft. If Jenna were here, she’d be rolling around in them, covering her own scent with one of fresh linen.

Usually, she was—you were lounging in your shared apartment, a wide open space near the top of a sleek, tall building. Every evening in LA, the two of you could be found here, the appeal of a night in far exceeding that of a night out. A bottle of wine and a packet of popcorn to share wasn’t rare either, the expensive drink wasted on you two young lovers. 

Everything had happened so quickly, but you loved it. A chance meeting on a plane had led to a long conversation about anything and everything, so common for new couples, and one-drink dates across busy nights had culminated into a fateful party invitation and an equally fateful blushing confession. Your relationship was wild, and crazy, and everything you could’ve wanted. A year later, Jenna had surprised you with a set of keys. It was a certain kind of promise that made those long nights, waiting for a phone call from half a world away, so worth it.

As if on cue, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Seeing the ID, you instantly pick up.

“Jenna?”

“Hey,” her familiar voice comes shyly through the speaker, a comforting sound. “Are you busy?”

“No, I just got home from work.”

Jenna hums in a way that tells you she’s plotting something, and her little stifled giggle just confirms your suspicions. You fake a sigh, happy to venture into her ploy.

“Jenna, did you have something to drink?”

“No.” She huffs a laugh. “I just miss you. Tired of me already?” She asks, with innocent veneer.

“Of course not,” you say. “It’s good to hear from you, you're so busy now, I had to talk to your secretary,” you teased. She was busy, but you’d already done the calculation of Jenna’s timezone to yours—for her, filming would’ve just wrapped up in the midnight hours. For you, the setting sun was just beginning to stream through the glass walls, and you pressed the button on the nightstand to draw the curtains.

“Well, if you’re not busy,” Jenna presses on casually, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Jenna,” you smile. It was a dialogue you two had often, something you never tired of. 

“Mmm,” Jenna’s voice tugs in your stomach, lilting into a whine at the end of her emission, “I miss you, baby.”

Your mouth goes dry; it’s an automatic reaction. Damnit, this girl—she knew what kind of effect she had on you. You were glad the room was dark, because if you had to face your own blushing cheeks in the light, you might’ve just collapsed. You pull the phone away from your ear long enough to take a deep breath. “Do you, Jen?” Keeping your voice composed, you roll the end of the duvet between your fingers to keep you grounded.

“Miss you so much,” she says, the rustling in the background telling you she’s rolling on the covers. She lets out a lilting laugh, the sound sending a swooping, giddy feeling into your stomach. Jenna’s trying to lure you in; it was her game: enticing you with that docile, persuasive tone.

You decided to play, though you held back just a bit. “How much?”

“Some of your clothes still smell like you,” she says in lieu of a direct answer. “So I’m wearing your big shirt, the black one.” You’d been wondering where that shirt went, one you often slept in. Even now, you can see in your head how Jenna looked when she stole that shirt: it cut off at her thighs, the kind of sacrilegious short that inspired crimes. It reminds you of countless times she’d surprised you, when you slid your hands up under the hem to find—

“What else, Jen?”

“No bra,” she replies sweetly, laughing lightly at the end. 

“No bra, huh,” you repeat. You can practically feel your pupils dilating, the heat around your collar. “Good.”

“And this,” Jenna sighs, “lace number I got here; it looks like the one you gave me last year.” 

Your jaw clenches, and you glance at the clock, looking but not seeing. You remember what she’s talking about—a pair of panties, an expensive little excuse for fabric that grew dark at the slightest moisture. Jenna’s birthday had ended in a long, long night.

“It’s red,” she says, “just like my nails.”

Fuck. Everything feels hot, and you can just picture her in that standard issue trailer, lights dimmed, alone in a way that should be illegal. “How much time do you have?”

“Not a lot… got an early morning tomorrow.” There's a trailing edge of disappointment in her voice, but you’re familiar with her—she’s looking, hoping for you to guide her, to push her in the way only you know how.

You breathe in, deeply, your own desire quickly falling prey to Jenna’s. She had you wrapped around her little finger, that’s for sure, but she trusted you to hold her down. “Hand in your hair, Jenna. Gentle,” you instruct.

You hear her sharp inhale, but you have no question that she’ll listen. When Jenna gets like this, playful but pliant, you know she’s willing to go with just about anything you ask. It’s torture for you, each second you wait. “Now pull.”

Her responding whimper sends a bolt of heat down your neck, and you let out a silent breath. Jenna loved it when you would touch her hair, even when it was as innocent as just braiding it. The haze in her eyes when you’d tug on her locks, telling her how good she feels, was your favorite. “Harder. Do you like it?”

She breathes out, “yeah.”

“Good,” you say. “Tell me what’s been on your mind to get you eager like this.” She’s shy, you hear it in her sigh, even though her hands are still running in her hair. “C’mon.”

“I miss your mouth on my neck.” The words tumble out of her almost immediately, and you dare to wonder if that’s been on her mind all day. The bruises you’d left there before filming started were long gone, no doubt. She’d begged you to make them darker, and you were all too happy to please. “I miss the car, before the airport…”

Those frantic, heated ten minutes you two were able to spare in the car before Jenna’s flight were chastised by her manager and makeup team, but you wouldn’t have traded them for anything. “That’s perfect Jen,” you coax gently. She liked your encouragement, you knew. 

“And…” it’s as if something snaps in the air on the telephone line, pushing both you and Jenna’s inhibitions to the ground. “I wish you were here,” she whispers, the cliche line sending equally cliche butterflies rushing through your lower stomach. “I’d be on my knees for your cock right now, and you’d pull my hair, so I’d-” she whines, a small and breathless noise-“suck it so good ‘cause I know where it’s going next—”

“Fingers in your mouth,” you interrupt, blood rushing in your ears. “And listen to me.” If you’d let Jenna keep going, you might’ve just booked a plane ticket right then and there. You can hear her obey you through the speaker, moaning softly. “Play with your nipples under your shirt. Be gentle.” It’s a warning, you know she knows, and a reminder that you control her pace.

“Mmm,” she hums, complying. It’s practically confession on bended knee, how her muffled whimper makes something shoot through your lower stomach.

“Press down on your tongue.” You hear her breath shaking, right in your ear. It makes you bite your tongue to keep from moaning out loud. “Don’t gag, don’t be greedy, Jenna.” She whines around her fingers, and you know her telltale little cry as she touches herself as instructed. You can hear that she’s not being as gentle as you wanted, but you had always been weak for your girl.

“You wanna put on a show for me, honey? Twist.” You wouldn’t know it, but Jenna instantly closes her eyes at the word show, her pulse spiking.

Jenna’s uneven breaths are pure song to you through the speaker, and it puts your every nerve on edge, remembering how she would sprawl on your sheets, just like how you were now, happy to be over or under you. She’s so vocal tonight, every exhale coming out with a small oh, and it makes you wonder if it’s because of something more than just the distance and time between you two.

The cadence of her breathing matches your stuttering heart. “For someone that likes having her mouth stuffed,” you mutter, “you sure wanna talk real bad.”

The whimper Jenna lets out is enough of an answer.

“Alright babydoll, you can take your fingers out.” Almost immediately, you can hear her panting. You keep your voice even, despite the heat on your cheeks. “I bet you’re soaked, aren’t you?”

Her voice is raspy when she speaks. “I am…”

“Two fingers in your cunt.”

“What about-” you can hear her swallow- “what about my underwear?”

“Push it to the side,” you say, dismissive. You could practically see Jenna like this, warm brown hair splayed on the pillows, shirt rucked up to her breasts, with enough want to end a war.

It’s silent on the other side of the line, save for the shallow breaths you hear her taking. “Are you waiting, good girl?”

She hums an affirmative. 

“Go ahead, I won’t make you beg right now,” you say with a nonchalance you absolutely do not have, “fuck yourself.”

Her breathy laugh in response would drive a saint to sin, and she’s only all too eager to comply. Jenna’s shudder comes out in her moan as she shoves two fingers in herself, shameless in her need.

You close your eyes, her quiet little moan telling you all you need to know. The impatient groan she gives you is just vulnerable enough to be desperate, and it makes your head swim.

Jenna’s voice is small. “You know…”

“What is it, darling?”

“Wish I could put this on a camera for you, baby,” she whines, breath hitching. “Wish you could watch me right now.”

The mere thought of it is enough to have you biting your lip, hard enough to bleed. With the way that Jenna loved to perform, the idea had occurred to you before, but you were always too hesitant to bring it up. “You want me to see you, don’t you? Blushing and wanting all by yourself,” you mock, your arousal overriding your rationality, “you need someone to fuck you, is that it?”

“I need you to fuck me, fuck me so hard that I don’t remember it all, and,” her voice breaks, “you’ll make me watch our video later, to make me like this again.” You close your eyes again, your knuckles growing white around the sheets fisted in your hand. 

“Like what, Jenna?”

“Messy, and-” her voice climbs higher with a gasp-“needy.”

The words cling in your mind, ivy on a terrace. It only takes half a moment for your mind to conjure her up again, flushed cheeks and two fingers deep in her pussy, framed by red lace.

“Is that what you are, mmm?”

She gives a moan, and you laugh because she’s embarrassed. It’s nearly pathetic, how bad you wish you could see Jenna’s face.

“Want…” There’s a hesitant pause. “Want your hand around my throat, too.”

God, no one knew how to play you quite like Jenna did. “Jenna,” you groan, your facade rapidly crumbling, “you’d look so pretty like that, baby.”

“Yeah,” Jenna agrees mindlessly, “I like it ‘cause…” her voice is strained in a way that you just know she has her head thrown back, strong and delicate, “you’re so gentle.” It’s with a bleeding intimacy that momentarily makes you forget you’re thousands of miles away from Jenna, and the only thing you can think of is her warm eyes on yours, just begging for you to touch her.

She quiets down, and in the damning silence that follows, you hear her fucking herself. And because you know your girl, you know she wants you to hear.

“That’s filthy, Jen,” you say, matter-of-factly. It makes your head spin, the knot in your stomach tightening.

“I know,” she whines, and you can hear her going just that bit faster. “Fuck-” she exhales sharply- “I’m—I’m close.”

“Already?”

“I’m sorry,” Jenna whispers, and you know with every hitched moan, she’s hitting that spot inside of her. She’s not sorry, and you certainly aren’t either. “I can’t help it…”

You hum noncommittally, feeling anything but. “Don’t come until I say, alright?”

Jenna moans right into the receiver, and you can tell she’s frustrated to high hell. You laugh lowly, something cruel, and it only serves to fuel the way your fingers crave the smooth of her skin, how your tongue wants for her taste.

But that’s when you hear it, blazing through the fog in your mind, of brown eyes and pink lips. “Please…”

“Please what?”

She falters, breathing ragged. “Please let me…” A beat.

“Let you…?” You press on. 

“Please,” her voice edges on the right side of desperate, the side that makes all of you pulse. “Baby, I’m so close…”

“I know,” you say simply. 

There’s a silence that hangs in the air, and you know without seeing that Jenna’s cheeks are so red with her embarrassment that you could’ve slapped her and not gotten that same glow. You wait, patiently, nails biting into your skin.

“Let me come, please.” Her voice comes out like a quiet sob, resistance broken by her desire.

Letting out a long breath, you press the phone harder to your ear, feeling your fingers tremble. “You’re such a needy slut, Jenna.” She whines again, pleading and keening.

“I know,” she’s soft with it, “I am… so, please?”

You bite your lip, mind swimming, letting her plea hang in the air. 

“Come for me, Jenna.”

It's quiet, at first, and then you hear it—a soft, little ah from where she’s clapped a hand over her mouth, and then muffled moans spilling out from behind as she tries so desperately to not let anyone else hear. You clench your jaw, wanting so bad to tear Jenna’s hand from her mouth just so you can take in every little whimper, quiet her with your mouth instead. But you whisper praises into the phone instead, coaxing her through her orgasm. She comes hard, you can hear it in the way she pants after she’s calmed down.

Jenna’s breathing evens out, and you know it before she does—she’s asleep. Your eyes close again, fist clenched in your bedsheets. It wasn’t the first time that she’d fallen asleep right after she came, and it makes a soft little grin play on your lips. The other end of the line is a loving, sated silence. You keep your voice low, not wanting to wake her.

“God, the things I’m gonna do to you, Jenna.”

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[honestsycrets]

hi !! i love your writings so much, especially the Miguel ones (SPECIFICALLY THE ONE WHERE HE IS A DAD AHA-)

May I request a Miguel O'Hara fic/ blurb/ ( anything, really :D ) where he does the skin to skin contact with his newborn baby girl? thank you so much !! <33

❛ pairing | miguel o'hara x wifey!reader

❛ tags | fluff, family fic, post-birth scene, papa!miguel, Spanish is not translated.

❛ sy's notes | the amount of baby fics in my inbox—

Miguel never wanted to cause you pain. Less so, be responsible for it. The pain was a sacrifice that you were willing to make-- because you loved him. Pleading for a child, his little Mireya was all his idea. In your mind, it was only right that if you carried her for nine months, he would be the first to hold her. 

For all the nights of stroking your stomach and waiting in longing, he finally had what he wanted-- he finally had his little daughter. Her tiny little body was eclipsed by his massive muscle. She was impossibly small. He felt like a peasant or a beast, her small body enveloped in his bare arms. 

“Mi amor,” your exhausted voice was recognizable, but it didn’t register. Nothing did. He peeled away the paper-thin blanket from her plump lip for his first look at his little girl. His body felt impossibly warm, emotions bubbling in warm mirth and deep pride. “Can I... see her?” 

He doesn’t want to ignore you, but the little girl in his arms commands any ability he would have had to be a useful husband. He truly tried to be over the past nineteen hours of labor. Now, he’s busy being a father. 

“Miguel? Mireya should do skin-to-skin now,” the spider woman aiding your labor called. You willed her down with your hand and shook your sweat-slicked head at her. It was better to change the soiled sheets than to deal with Miguel. She nodded. 

“He needs a minute.”  For nine months, Mireya felt more like an idea than an attainable reality. Miguel did everything to make sure she was safe. Now here she was, her puffy lips petal pink. He knew her eyes would be the warmest shade of brown he’s ever seen, even with them firmly held shut. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be gorgeous. Miguel nestled her with practice in one arm, ghosting his index finger over her tiny button of a nose. After a few moments, he swayed toward the bed where you lay, body swollen and achy. You grimaced as you moved, your core red-hot. The spider woman made herself scarce, a lopsided smile on her lips.

Your fingers fluttered over the clean sheets to invite him over. Miguel complied with your wishes. He settled on the plush bed, shifting Mireya out of her warm blanket and onto his naked chest. Her small chest was against his, throwing his hand underneath your neck to urge you closer. Mireya’s soft cheek plastered against Miguel’s chest, their breaths heaving in near unison. Her peaceful rest seemed to relax something in Miguel as well, stroking her back as she slept, so impossibly small.

It was easy to be jealous of the way he looked at her— in full admiration, rapture, and pure love that you simply could not measure up to. You glanced at your little daughter, a smile pulling at your lips. For your part, you were unable to understand that this little girl, whose chest moved in time with Miguel’s, was yours too. It would come, in time, but for now, you were enamored with the delight that strikes Miguel's normally trained face.

“Mireya,” you murmured, slipping your finger against her tiny palm. Fully asleep, her tiny digits dangled over your index finger. “Your papa wants to see your eyes.” 

“Déjela,” Miguel murmured. “She’s tired.” 

“Already protecting her,” you shifted your finger away from Mireya’s hand, tracking the stubble that peppered Miguel’s jawline. “Where does that leave me?” 

Miguel clicked his teeth as your hand flicked off his chin. 

“Don’t be jealous already.” 

“Mmm,” you settled your head down, heavy eyes shifting shut. “I have to be. You’re a hard man to keep Miguelito.”

"Tch," as if giving him a child wouldn’t keep him busy. Miguel’s eyes tracked his small daughter’s soft breaths to your head that rested on his shoulder. His familia was complete, fully and wonderfully complete. As long as he didn’t get another case of baby fever, it would hopefully say that way. For now, it was just right.

“Gracias, Mami.” 

“Hm? For what?” 

“Por mi hija-- for Mireya.” 

[kairiscorner]

could you maybe write some like bf head cannons abt miguel? like cute fluff stuff id rlly appreciate it 😚😚 i love ur writing so much

HELLO ANON !! omg this is the type of stuff that will not let me move on from miguel RGHHHHH YES OFC !!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS HEHE

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara boyfriend headcanons

repeat after me now: he's protective as fuck. miguel's number is always at the top of your call logs for the most part, there's never a day that passes by when he's not calling you to check up on you. he calls at random times, without warning of course, and he tries to keep his cool and ask you in a nonchalant voice: "hey, so... how are you, mi vida? everything okay? oh, why i'm calling? can't your boyfriend call you just... because? the reason why isn't important, mi amor, just... talk to me."

he definitely gets jealous easily, like he doesn't show it, but boy does he get all frustrated and confused when he gets jealous. he keeps thinking about you and furrowing his brows–and he knows he's not angry at you, of course not–but why is he so mad at the fact someone else is talking to you?

he shuts himself away from everyone else and buries himself in work–all angry and pouty at the mention of the name of the guys talking to you or hanging out with you, stealing your attention from him.

he is so attention craved when it comes to you, he craves for you to tell him you love him, to touch him gently and run your fingers over his arms and chest, and press your lips against his and... oh, what's this, he's flustered? he's flustered over you? he's desperate for your attention and love?

he melts at your touch when he's been deprived of it for so long. he murmurs how soft and gentle your touch is, how he seriously can't get enough of you holding him.

"mmm, mi vida... you feel so sweet. i love you, your hands... they feel so warm, so dear–please, keep holding me... like this. please, never leave me..."

he can't keep his hands off you, either, he loves having his hands all over you, no matter which part of you it is. he loves every bit of you from head to toe, he doesn't leave any bit of you untouched and unloved; he makes sure you know every bit of you is worthy of being loved and is appreciated.

he does that passenger princess meme thing where when he drives you around, he sneaks his palm on your thigh and caresses it gently, squeezing it and muttering how perfect your thigh feels in his touch.

he definitely carries you around when no one's looking, his favorite style is the one where he hoists you over his shoulder and wraps his arm around your waist with one arm and works on whatever it is he's doing with his other hand.

he definitely smacks your butt and thighs at random intervals with a straight face, he loves those parts of you the most.

"mi vida... i can't help it. you're perfectly plump in these areas, how can i not?" he asks you as he rubs your sore butt cheek that he previously spanked and spanked it again with a small smirk of satisfaction and love on his face.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @meeom @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @popeheywardssecretgf @smokeywhalee

[dirtysvthoughts]

very random thought that occurred to me this morning (and also because i miss you guys) - some studio!jihoon for all the feels 🤍

quick tags/warnings: boyfriend!jihoon, facetime sex, one mention of lingerie (she got the ruby), dirty talk, mutual masturbation, pet names (daddy, baby, pretty baby, good girl), not proofread yet cause again i missed you guys <3

imagine surprising jihoon with a late night facetime while he’s working, adorned in the sexiest red lingerie he bought for you. you touch yourself sensually across your body, your left hand groping your breasts and your fingers gently touching your clit over your panties. you can’t help but moan out your lover’s name as you pleasure yourself, knowing he was enjoying the show you are putting on for him.

“mmm, my jihoonie,” you sigh, biting your lip enticingly. “i miss you so much, daddy, my fingers can’t do half of what you can do,” you lowly moan at the feeling of inserting two fingers inside your panties now, slightly tilting your head back and giving jihoon the perfect view of your neck.

“fuck baby, keep touching yourself like that for me, shit,” he groans, his own hands palming his crotch through his shorts. “so fucking pretty, you’re so fucking pretty.. god, i need you here with me.”

“i need you here with me too daddy, i wanna feel you holding my waist, kissing me.. clenching around you like the good girl i am. aren’t i a good girl for you?”

“mm, of course you are- you’re such a good girl for me. why don’t you continue being a good girl and rub that cute little clit of yours even faster, m’kay?”

you nod as your two fingers begin to speed up, tiny, breathless little whines and whimpers leaving your lips, each noise sending a twitch to jihoon’s dick.

“d-daddy… i need you, i need you in my pussy so bad, can’t you hear it? just thinking about you touching me and making me cum.. i don’t think i can take it anymore, baby.. i-i need you.”

“well you better keep touching yourself like that pretty baby.. cause you’re gonna be in for a very long night..”

[zoromuse]

want you (need you) pt. 2 | headcannons

taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first.

characters. Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar Law, Shanks, Nico Robin

general cw. aphrodisiacs (obv)

a/n. based on this and this ask. also tagging @h3rfave bc she seemed to want robin a lot for these headcanons. thank you for all the support on the first part, hope yall like this one just as much <3

part one

PORTGAS D. ACE

cw. slight manhandling, squirting

I think he’d be the one to suggest it, he’s really open to trying anything in bed.

He immediately regrets it, the feeling is so strong, he’s never wanted you as much as he wants you now, but he’s trying to hide it. 

He’ll put his hat over his lap, trying to hide the boner he got just from seeing you on the other side of the room, just as horny as he is, yet you look more composed about it. 

He’ll walk over and throw you on his shoulder as he takes you to bed, and he doesn’t need to say anything to know you won’t be leaving his arms any time soon. 

“Take your fucking hand off, I wanna hear you” he says, referring to the hand over your mouth that muffled all of your moans. You couldn’t, not with all the embarrassing sounds you were making, so you shake your head “no” with teary eyes, hoping he’ll take a pity on you.

He doesn’t.

He’s quick to wrap his hand around your wrist and pull it back, making you gasp at the sheer force of his grip, or maybe it was because of the strength of his thrusts, you don’t know anymore.

Everything is so messy, your sweaty bodies are pressed against each other, your pebbled nipples graze against his chest, bringing all the more stimulation to your body. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, but you’re so sensitive to every single one of his touches, it’s almost humiliating. You’re so close, and he can tell with the way you’re becoming more vocal, your moans just a few octaves short from being downright pornographic.

“Ace, Ace-!” you say, throwing your head back, feeling your orgasm take over your body, shaking and trembling under his unrelenting grip. “‘m gonna… mmm fuck, Ace!”

“That’s it, cum f’me” he pulls out and swipes his fingers across your clit while your juices squirt out against your will, too fucked out to even notice the mess you were making of his sheets.

TRAFALGAR LAW

cw. lowkey mean dom law, lots of dirty talk, mirror sex, full nelson, mentions of dumbification

You’d have to provoke him in order to get him to agree.

“What, you’re afraid you can’t handle it?” 

He tries to keep his usual facade, even though the sweat on his forehead gives it away.

You’d have to be the first to give in, he’s too prideful to ask for it. 

He’s definitely going to tease you all night about it too. 

“Look at that” he says, pointing to the large mirror in front of you, and you’re embarrassed at what your reflection shows. You have a mess of tears and drool running down your cheeks, and what’s more, he’s holding your legs with his arms hooked around the back of your head, putting your cunt on full display for the mirror.

“And I’m the one who can’t handle it? Look how much you’re creaming around me” he says, fucking into you at an agonizingly fast pace. He’s so fast, so deep, it’s too much. He was right, you were the one who couldn’t handle it.

You’re leaking like a faucet down there, your slick covering his cock and leaving the prettiest ring of white around the base of his cock.

“Oh… you got tighter when I said that, you like creaming around my cock, huh? You’re such a messy little bitch”. He’s right, you’re being so messy, crying his name out in hopes he’ll take it easier on you, but he’s not stopping any time soon. “Are you gonna cum again? That’s right, make a mess for me. I’m not done though, I’ll make sure to fuck you until you go dumb, see if you can handle that, pretty”.

SHANKS

cw. manhandling if you squint, a little bit of dirty talk

I think he’s willing to take it, but he definitely won’t be giving in first. 

He’s gone for long periods of time sometimes, so he’s familiar with this feeling. 

And as much as he loves you and wants nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you until you’re babbling nonsense, he also really wants the satisfaction of winning, so you’re definitely going to have to give in first.

“Aw, giving up so soon, that’s a shame”

His big hands hold you in place when he enters you, pushing past the ring of tightness to be wrapped in your walls. 

“So good for me, taking it all like a good girl” he whispers, his chest is pressed to your back and his breath shuddered against your skin, making you arch into his touch. 

“You’re so wet, were you thinking about me?” he asks. Of course you were, who else could you be thinking about but the man who knows exactly how to touch you to make you melt in his hands? “Did you need me to take care of you, huh?”

“Yes, need you so bad, S-Shanks… want more, please!” you say, and as soon as you do, his hand is pushed against the back of your head, pushing you into the pillow that muffles all of your moans as he fucks you harder. 

“You want more? This pretty pussy’s already sucking me in, and you want more?” he says, laughing at your mindless request, but if that’s what you wanted, he’d be sure to provide for you. 

NICO ROBIN

cw. oral (f!receiving), fingering, scissoring, desperate robin

Probably the most hesitant out of everyone, but still willing to try it if you’re up for it.

The only way you would be able to tell is if you payed close attention to her, the way sweat was gathering at her temple, and her legs were crossed tightly, too tightly.

I think you’d both give in at the same time, mostly you.

“I just wanna kiss you, nothing more”, and then you were doing more.

“Robin! hm…” you bite your lip, her tongue tracing experienced circles on your clit, while she used her fingers to prod at the spot that drove you crazy. 

Too soon, she stopped touching you, her slick covered finger slipping out of you, leaving you with a disappointing emptiness. 

You all but pout at this, until she’s putting one of your legs over her shoulders and guiding her pussy on top of yours, her arousal mixing with your own as she’s now pressed against you.

“Need m-more,” she says, breathless, almost as if trying to explain herself. You don’t need an explanation, you quite enjoy seeing your usually composed girlfriend this desperate. 

You’re reveling in the sight of her sweaty body on top of yours when she takes you by surprise and starts grinding against you. She’s different, she’s usually so calm and collected, even when it comes to sex, she likes to be gentle with you, and take her time to enjoy every moment she has. This time though, she’s messily humping you, sloppily rubbing her clit against yours in an attempt to chase the high she needs. 

You wish she would show this side of her more often, because you love the look of pure bliss she has on her face when she’s cumming, half lidded eyes that are practically begging for more, and mouth agape from calling out your name in the middle of her euphoric high, all the while still grinding into you. 

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[anystalker707]

Can you feel it?

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x [gn, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Size kink Tags: bottom luffy / belly bulge / overstimulation / size difference / fingering / cum as lube / riding / cock drunk

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          Yawning, you sat with your back on the pillows against the headboard. It’d been a long day, but partying so much after such a long battle paid off. Now, you were aching for a good night of sleep in that bed. It was far better than the ship’s bunks, making your mind blank out momentarily when you sank into the mattress, staring at the wall until your vision blurred.

The door opening cut through your thoughts, and you blinked a couple of times, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight of Luffy walking in with a plate of food in hand and a piece of meat in his mouth as he closed the door with his foot. He mumbled something that fell incoherent through the food, putting the plate on the small desk in the room along with his hat. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head lightly when his eyes met yours; he practically swallowed all the food at once before he crawled on the bed and came over to you.

“(Y/n),” Luffy hummed softly, making kissy lips, but you held his shoulders before he could do anything. “Aw, what’s it?” He whined.

“Your mouth is all dirty and greasy!” You clicked your tongue and playfully kicked him away, almost chuckling at the pouty face he made. “Come on, Luffy! Wash your face and your hands, at least! They’re gross! You’re even staining the bedsheets! Take your flip-flops off! Gross Luffy! Bad Luffy!” You gently push him away with your foot. It wasn’t exactly your intention, but he ended up just sliding off the bed the way he was by the corner when you gently kicked him again. He was a slumping mess on the carpet. “Luffy!”

“(Y/n) no loves me, can’t even eat,” he whined while walking out of the bedroom again, and it was not news that he was munching on something when he came back. Still, he was quickly grinning again as he kicked his flip-flops off and threw himself on the bed, immediately crawling up to your lap again, all clean, so you wrapped your arms around his waist. “(Y/n),” he mumbled as he rubbed his cheek against yours while throwing his arms around your neck. “Mmm, I think this day will be perfect if I get one more thing…”

Luffy kissed your lips messily, practically shoving his lips on yours until you started kissing him back, groaning against his lips. The positive reaction was a cue for Luffy to start grinding his hips against you, turning the kiss messier as his breathing started growing erratic.

“Please, please,” Luffy mumbled softly but eventually fell silent, grinning victoriously instead once your lips started working on his jaw. A nice sensation spread through his body, and his cock twitched in his shorts. Soft sparkles spread through his body, though they weren’t enough—they were nothing compared to what he felt with your hands all over him, with you deep inside. He hummed, cheeks heating up as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

“Fuck, Luff’,” you groaned against Luffy’s neck, barely able to breathe; he only loosened up when you started to kiss and nip on his neck, soon enough finding the spot that made him melt more. Your hands slipped into his vest, pressed to his skin, feeling the scars and little bumps that rose with a shiver running down his spine. He pressed himself closer, if possible, gasping at the friction on his cock again—it also made you groan as the blood rushed to your cock.

It took you a solid minute to get Luffy to let go of you so that you’d take his vest off, but the piece of clothing was soon tossed to the ground, and Luffy eventually needed to get up from your lap to remove his shorts as well. He was a little messy with it, so it gave you enough time to undress and still watch him kicking off his shorts. Rolling your eyes, you wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him to your lap; he gasped and soon settled down when his back pressed to your chest.

“There’s my baby boy,” you mumbled against his shoulder with a smile, placing your feet on the mattress and his thighs over yours so that his legs would spread open along with yours.

You looked down, observing Luffy’s flushed, already leaking cock that lined up with your own, which made the size difference even more obvious. It’s not that his cock was small, no; it was very proportional to him, but compared to yours… Well, he was smaller when compared to you, in general, and the disparity did something to both of you in situations like that. Your hands wrapped around his waist, rubbing it lightly and feeling his ribs, while soft kisses were left along his shoulder.

“We don’t have lube here, so we’ll have to improvise,” you sighed in fake disappointment.

“Wh— Mmph!” Whatever Luffy had to say gave space to a moan once your hand wrapped around his cock, hot and tight around it. The first couple of strokes were good, but once you started using the pre-cum as makeshift lube, he whined, body jerking on your lap to seek more of the touches. He couldn’t do a lot, though, not with your arm wrapped around his waist like that. He hummed, holding your forearms.

“Feels good?” You whispered into his ear, twisting your wrist through the motions. Sometimes, it’d make him grind against you, snatching a groan or a hiss, and as much as it felt so good, you tried your best to avoid it, to keep the best saved for later. “How fast can you cum, sweetheart?”

The words alone made Luffy whine, twitching in your hand as you kept the strokes going, while your free hand gently fondled his balls. He tried to take a deep breath, just to be interrupted by consecutive gasps at the way your grip grew tighter around him. Your thumb worked so well on that spot under the head of his cock, stroking it just the way Luffy liked, making his body feel all hot and his mind spin.

“There…” Luffy gasped, letting his head fall back against your shoulder. He rocked his hips into your hands messily, barely able to keep himself together, despite the fact you only gave him a simple hand job. He hissed, arching his back when your thumb pressed to his slit, rubbing it, fuuuck… His breath became more erratic as you swiped your finger across his tip, spreading the pre-cum over it before your hand was rubbing up and down his cock again, so tight, so warm, so good.

Luffy whimpered, arching his back as the knot in his lower stomach tightened. He uselessly tried to warn you: every word that escaped his lips was nothing but a stuttering mess mixed with the moans that filled the room so loudly. Your hand wrapped around him tighter, moving faster, and he was cumming. His mind went blank as he arched his back against you. That was fast and sudden, milking the cum out of Luffy, but he couldn’t have done a lot against it, given the way you’d been touching all of his sensitive spots so fine.

“There it is,” you sighed, hand tight around Luffy as you gave him a final stroke. He mumbled something in a questioning tone, something that didn’t get an answer and that probably vanished from his mind the moment he felt your fingers press to his entrance.

A groan came from Luffy at the soft touch around his entrance, circling it until your finger started to slowly push in. You were fucking using his own cum as lube, and it made Luffy’s mind grow fuzzy—at least fuzzier than it already was, with the recent orgasm. His legs still twitched with the aftershocks of the climax, reacting to every little touch of you, even the shallow thrusts of your finger into his ass.

Since it was just to lube him up, you didn’t linger a lot. Soon, there was a second finger, pushing the cum deep into his hole, making sure to coat Luffy’s warm walls nicely with it, though you had to keep an arm tight around his hips to hold him in place.

“Done,” you said with a soft sigh as your fingers left him with an obscene wet sound. “Now you can have me.” A grin tugged on your lips before you let soft kisses along Luffy’s shoulder. His chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath, so you gave him a little break, letting your hand run along the inside of his thigh soothingly.

A while passed, and you tapped Luffy’s thigh and reached a hand down, guiding your cock into Luffy at the same time he adjusted his hips to lower himself on it. He gasped, feeling his walls slowly adjust around your cock as it pushed in, stretching him so much better than your fingers, sending sparkles through his body with that nice burning feeling. You were so big, making his breath falter just by taking you in.

“Nnngh, (y/n),” Luffy gasped, hips twitching; you were all the way in, cock pressing against all the right spots. He felt like he was unable to even breathe without spilling a moan.

“You’re so tight,” you groaned into his ear. It made him clench around your cock. “Fuuuck,” you gasped and wrapped your arms around Luffy’s hips to keep him in place as you moved your hips lightly, sinking your heels into the mattress. He whined breathlessly, fingers sinking into your forearms. It was a slow fuck, both due to the mood and the position, but it still made Luffy into a stuttering mess. You doubted Luffy was able to chain more than two words to form a coherent thought at all.

Your cock felt so good inside him, rubbing against his gummy walls just the right way, your tip brushing a spot that made his thighs quiver every time you thrust in. Luffy felt so hot—he was hard and leaking again already, practically drooling, all because of the overstimulation, and he loved it. He loved the way you could erase every thought away from his mind, all because you could handle him so well and your cock was so big. He whined when you thrust in a little sharper.

“Ahh, you should feel this, baby,” you groaned. It was a little of a struggle to get Luffy to let go of your forearm, but you could eventually guide his hand to his own tummy. “Can you feel it?” You whispered, continuing with a deep thrust at a time, despite the way the muscles on the back of your thighs already started complaining. “Can you feel the bulge? Can you feel me inside you?”

Luffy gasped as he heard that, whimpering as he focused on the way his skin shifted under his palm in sync with the way your cock moved inside him. His eyes rolled back, his cock twitching between his legs as he felt you start moving a little faster.

You hissed into his ear, wrapping your arm tighter around his waist. “You feel so tight, so good, oh fuck, Luffy,” you gasped, keeping his hand pressed to the bulge. The pressure made him feel better, somehow, so he kept clenching around you; your cock twitched inside him. “Ahh, Luffy,” you groaned, “come on, do something.”

The pain that tugged on your muscles gave you a break when you relaxed against the bed, trying to catch your breath. Luffy didn’t react at first. He needed a few pokes and tugs until he finally sighed in defeat and sat up properly, gulping as he placed his hands on your thighs.

A moan escaped your lips when Luffy started riding you. Your eyes were glued to him, watching your cock repeatedly disappear inside his ass as he whined with practically every movement. He was messy with it, barely able to keep up with a rhythm. Hissing, you took hold of his hips to guide him lightly, at least trying to help Luffy out a little, even more so when your arousal was pooling down more in your gutter. You even pushed your hips up a little to meet his movements once or twice, helping both of you grow closer to the approaching climax.

Luffy let his head hang for a moment before it fell back when he arched his back, gasping and clenching around you, and you presumed he was cumming already, so you did your best to chase your release as well, not wanting to overstimulate him a lot. Your hands were tight around Luffy’s hips, thrusts knocking the breaths out of him, and he whimpered when feeling you cum deep inside him, making sure to rub the cum along his walls in shallow thrusts that didn’t last long.

Once your thrusts stopped, Luffy allowed himself to fall back against you, back pressed to your chest again. You were about to say something, but the words died on your tongue at the sound of soft snoring. Typical. What did you even expect?

“Right,” you sighed, gently placing Luffy beside you on the bed, hissing a little when your cock slipped out and met the cold air again, but you weren’t any better. The sleep tugged on your eyelids heavily, making you yawn again, slowly dozing off as you spooned him.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[springlockscars]

sensitive to touch (w. afton/fem!reader)

pairing: william afton | steve raglan/fem!reader content tags: blow job, come eating, body worship, making out, drinking summary: "following surgery, scars can become oversensitive, tender and/or painful to touch. this is known as hypersensitivity and unfortunately doesn't go away by itself. the nerves in the hand are more sensitive than other parts of the body." - source  - you find out william's springlock scars are sensitive to touch. word count: 2,410 read on AO3

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note: I was already working on something akin to this and this ask really encouraged me to finish it! It was originally going to be william explaining how he got the scars to reader but I decided to give him head instead :) ♡

William caressed your back, gently stroking the skin underneath your shirt up and down as you sit sideways on his lap with your head resting against his chest. A crystal glass of whiskey in his other hand resting on your own lap. In a similar way to how he was touching your skin, you were touching his. Tracing the unnatural markings that adorn his arm. Most of them, the deeper ones, vary in shades of pink. Some of the more superficial ones are a light white colour. Scars left behind by the remnants of a past life.

You had tried to gain more details one time, thinking perhaps that talking about the massive physical trauma his body had endured would help to somehow heal his mind, but William was completely unreceptive to the discussion. “Not today…” was his response with a heavy sigh, clearly irritated.

The scarring was evenly spread out across his entire body, stopping at his collar. Luckily, his button-up shirts hid the markings perfectly. Crescent moon shapes, near perfect circles, unnaturally straight lines, all in repeating patterns. Both arms a perfect mirror of each other, both sides of his body completely symmetrical. These scars were deep, the texture difference clear between them and the unmarred areas of skin.

“What’re you thinking about?” William mumbled, his voice deep and drowsy with the whiskey.

“You...” you said honestly, “thinking about how much I care about you.”

“Hmm,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped the arm that was stroking your back around your waist.

The radio at the edge of the room playing a classics station. A song you recognised but wouldn’t be able to name.

You relaxed into his arms, closing your eyes and letting your fingertips follow the patterns on his arm by memory. William was warm underneath you, the scarred skin smooth to touch. You felt him shift slightly, adjusting your position on his lap to hold you closer and nuzzling a stubbled cheek against the crown of your head. He hums comfortingly, showing no signs of discomfort at you touching this vulnerable part of him.

He breaks the embrace briefly to sip from his glass, before resting it back in your lap. You take the glass from his hand and take a small sip yourself. The sharpness of the alcohol smoothed by the mellow flavour. William smirks at you as he takes the glass back, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss.

“Mmm, tastes better from your lips,” he mused.

You twist around and drape an arm around his neck, allowing access for a deeper kiss. William nips your lower lip, which you part for him gladly as he presses his tongue firmly against yours.

Running your hand through his hair and scratching gently down the back of his neck with your nails, feeling the smooth texture of the scars there beneath your fingertips. It’s at this stimulation, William moans into your mouth. You mould your lips together one more time before pulling away and making eye contact.

“Does that feel good?” you smirk.

William’s eyes are glassy with lust and whiskey, darting between your lips and your eyes.

“Do you like it when I touch you here?” you trace your fingers around the side of his neck to the front, pressing gently against the scarring in the area.

William sighs, eyes drifting closed, tilting his head to the side to allow you easier access to his neck. His free hand grips your waist harder, and you feel his hips shifting underneath you again.

This turns him on…

You unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt, pulling the fabric out of the way to gain access to his chest. Tracing your fingers down the sharp lines and curved markings by his collarbones, his eyes can’t help but drift closed, sighing in content.

Wanting to experiment with just how much pleasure this kind of touch can provide him, you move to straddle his lap. Pressing your lips directly to the scared areas. Almost immediately you feel his hips rut up against you, chasing stimulation.

Delicately kissing the pink marks that adorn his chest, he takes a hold of your hips, cementing them against his own and grinding up against you desperately. Both of your hands are everywhere on his skin. You sit up straight once more; your lips meet his as you grind back against William’s bulge. He groans thick with need into your mouth, pressing his chest closer to your touch, effectively arching his back against you.

Needing more of him, you break the kiss to run your lips down his throat, then across his collar bones, down his chest. He whines when you slide off his lap to the ground, looking up at him from in front of his knees.

“I never thought you could make such sweet noises,” you smirk while running your hands against the fabric of his trousers.

His head bobs forward, drowsy with the liquor as he unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. You kneel before him, his legs parting to allow you access to the zipper of his slacks. He leans back, watching you through hooded eyes as he brings his glass back to his lips, swallowing down another mouthful of the amber liquid.

You pull the zipper down slowly, carefully, as though there were something underneath that might bite. Spreading the fabric out of the way, you palm his erection through the soft material of his yellow boxers. William groans deep inside his chest and tosses his head back in satisfaction. He lay slack before you, ready to receive the gift of your worship.

Before he could get too comfortable, you affectionately caress his lower legs all the way down to where his feet are planted firmly against the ground, still in his recently shined shoes. You undo the laces and slide the left shoe from his foot, then the right. Sitting back up to take hold of his trousers by the waistband. William, fully understanding your intentions with no words needing to be exchanged, raises his hips to allow you to slide the fabric out from underneath him and down his thighs—revealing the plethora of bright pink scars that match those on his upper body—until his lower half lays exposed. You haphazardly fold the trousers, placing them by his shoes before turning your attention to the bare skin in front of you.

You slide a palm up his calf, feeling the dips and bumps, the differences in smooth and rough texture. You press a kiss to the inside of his knee; his breathing gets heavier. Moving upwards, your lips trace a series of long, oval-shaped markings. All close together in proximity but perfectly equal distances apart, marring the entire circumference of his thigh. Gentle kisses, feather-light touches, you notice his fist clench out of the corner of your eye.

William groans and leans in closer to your touch; each graze of your fingertips, every brush of your lips against the sensitive skin of his scars sends signals straight to the growing bulge between his legs. Typically, William would become impatient at foreplay like this, opting to manhandle you into a fuckable position and take you rough and fast. But tonight, he was swimming in the pleasure you were giving him.

You move higher still, tracing the tip of your tongue across a long, band-like scar that wraps around his upper thigh. William’s hand rests on the back of your head. Glancing up you see his eyes closed, jaw slack, running his fingers through your hair. Right next to your face, his cock strains in his underwear.

Getting closer to the prize, you place a series of brief pecks along a deep, pink line, extending up his inner thigh. The skin is smooth against your sensitive your lips and is clearly a sensitive area itself with the way William’s fingers flex against your scalp, burying deeper into your hair.

Replacing your lips with your fingers on his thighs, finally, you decide to touch William where he desires it the most. Mouthing his cock through the fabric of his underwear, feeling it twitch against your mouth as he curses through gritted teeth.

You pull his underwear down, freeing the hot muscle. It twitches again, oversensitive as it meets the cold air, pre-come already leaking from the tip. The fact that he looks ready to burst any second brings a smile to your face.

You take his heavy balls in one hand, tensing when they meet the soft touch of your skin. Running your lips gently against the underside of his cock, the fingers of your other hand still trace the scars on his thigh.

“Oh… fuck,” he moans.

He looks down at you, kneeling so prettily between his legs, treating him so tenderly.

He swipes your hair out of the way, holding it back so he can see you peppering kisses to the underside of his shaft. Your fingers, at all times, caressing the bright pink markings that decorate his skin.

As you move higher up his length towards the tip, William throws back the last mouthful of whiskey, placing the glass on the table to the side just in time for you to deftly lick the leaking pre-come from his head.

His other hand drops to the couch, gripping the cushions as you feel his thighs tense beneath your hands. You slide the pad of your thumb across a scar that extends horizontally in a straight line just above his knee, while simultaneously running your tongue, pressed flat, up his entire length.

Willim’s grip on your hair tightens, a gratified moan coming from deep in his throat. Wanting to reward him for his patience, you wrap your lips around the swollen red tip and hollow your cheeks, pulling away with a pop sound.

“A-ah!” he cries, voice cracking and desperate.

Not hesitating for a second, you take his length back into your mouth as much as you can, tip almost touching the back of your throat. You pull away, then take him in again, repeating with both hands braced on his thighs, fingertips gliding tantalizingly over the markings underneath.

William guides your head with his hand, pressing you lower and lower onto his cock. Forcing you to take more of him into your mouth with every downstroke. You might be the one pleasuring him, but he’s still in charge.

He watches you, breathing coming in pants softly from his mouth. Holding your hair back out of your face as he watches you swallow him down, so eager to please.

You feel your throat contract as William thrusts up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He allows you to pull back to catch your breath for a moment. He strokes the back of your head affectionately, before guiding you straight back to his throbbing member, taking him swiftly in your mouth once again.

You flatten your tongue against the underside, lewd noises spilling from your mouth along with saliva that drips down your chin to pool on the couch cushions below. William, quickly approaching his climax, begins rutting into your mouth. Slowly at first, then faster; harder.

Trusting him to use your mouth to push himself over the edge, your fingers move to caress the scars closest to his groin; another series of oval-shapes, all equally spaced, stretching the expanse of his lower abdomen. Conveniently placed low enough they’re entirely hidden by his trousers.

These markings right now, lay bare and within reach as William fucks into your mouth, growing ever the more desperate with every thrust. With the tips of your fingers barely touching the marred skin, his whines become high-pitched, his thrusts sloppy. You run your thumbs over them, circling, applying teasing pressure.

William takes your head in both hands, fingers tangling into your soft hair. His voice unrestrained as his cries echo off the walls and ceiling of his living room.

“A-ah, ah! Oh fuck… Fuck,” he moans your name followed by a string of curses.

Feeling his rhythm falter, hips stuttering, you try your best to take him into your mouth as deep as you can to coax him to his climax. Tongue writhing against his hard length, delightful pressure as you suck and hollow out your cheeks. William thrusts up one final time, you feel just how intensely the muscles in his abdomen and thighs contract as he empties his load right into your mouth and down your throat.

He rocks his hips against your mouth as he comes, each spasm of release drawing a high-pitched whine from his lips. He rides out his orgasm for what feels like twice as long as he usually would. Thinking it must have something to do with just how turned on he became from the attention you gave his scars. You dutifully swallow down every drop he has to give you, jaw aching by the time he’s spent.

William finally relaxes, sinking deeply into the cushions of the couch, his hands falling from where they held your head. You pull him from your mouth slowly, carefully, cleaning him off as you go. Resting your own head, tired now, against his thigh when you’re finished. Though his own eyes have drifted closed, he caresses your hair affectionately from where you lay comfortably against him.

Your heart beats hard in your chest, feeling pride at the way you can make him come undone so completely by just the touch of your fingers. You caress his calf softly and press a kiss to the side of his knee; much like the way you did when this tryst began.

A hum reverberates through his chest, and he gestures for you to come closer, up from your position on the ground. William tucks himself back into his underwear as you stand from the ground, stretching briefly to ease the stiffness that developed in your muscles.

You perch next to him on the couch, slinging a leg over his and resting your head against his chest, hearing his own heart beating underneath the scarred skin. William wraps an arm tightly around you, resting his tired head against yours.

“Come t’ bed with me?” he asks, voice betraying his level of exhaustion.

You nod, cheek rubbing gently against the smattering of hair across his chest.

“I’ll repay you in th’ mornin’. I promise.”

[bteezxyewriter12]

Lazy Cuddles

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 1.3k

Includes- So much fluff, lazy soft slow sex, it's just all about love, how I would spend the day with Yoongi if he was my boyfriend

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Yoongi POV

Laying on the couch, I put my arm over my eyes, trying to relax

I just spent five hours on one small part of a song for my album D-Day

I just couldn't get it right

Even now, I'm still not happy with it but I needed to stop working on it for awhile or I'll drive myself crazy

Closing my eyes, I try to clear my head

To just think of nothing

I lay down for awhile, hoping that eventually, I'll fall asleep

A little bit later I feel her slide next to me, her head next to mine, laying on my shoulder, fitting so perfectly against me

I smile, moving my arm from across my face to around her waist, holding her

She presses a kiss to my cheek then cuddles into me, pulling a soft blanket over us

She doesn't say anything, just moves her fingers in my hair, softly running through the strands, the relaxation I've been searching for coming over me

She's the only one who can help me relax, the only one who can quiet my mind

The only one who's cuddles I crave, who I want beside me, who I want to be near every second of everyday

The only one who's love I'm so happy and so lucky to have

Turning my head slightly, I gently kiss her cheek, her light giggle filling me with happiness

"My Yoongi", she whispers, kissing my cheek now, "My naekkeo"

"My jagi", I murmur, looking at her beautiful face, "My everything"

"My sleepy baby", she laughs as she plays with my hair

"Mmm", I nod, holding her tighter

We hold each other as we lazily lay together, this everything I could ever want

She moves her leg over my waist to snuggles closer, her soft content sigh such a pretty sound

She moves her forehead against mine, breathing softly, her warm breath against my face

I don't even think, I just press my lips against hers, kissing her gently

She kisses me back and I fall into her

Her kisses are heaven and I will do anything to get them

I will happily spend all day with her lips against mine

The kiss deepens as I slip my tongue against hers, sparks running up and down my spine

I move my hand down her body to her pants, pulling them and her panties down

"Naekkeo", she starts, breaking the kiss, "That's not why I laid down with you"

"Mmm I know jagi but just kiss me", I murmur against her lips, "Please baby, need your kisses"

"You're so lucky I love you", she giggles

"I know I'm lucky jagi", I tell her, between kisses, "So lucky you're mine"

"Oh shush you silly man", she murmurs, "I'm lucky you're mine"

I chuckle, "I don't think we're going to agree on this baby"

"No, probably not", she agrees

"So, just kiss me?"

"Always naekkeo"

Her lips slot against mine as I continue to pull her bottom clothes off

Her leg moves off me as I get everything off, then I get out of my pants and boxers, our lips never separating

Pulling her leg over my hip again, she presses her body against mine, her pussy wet against my lap, turning me on more

Her hand slides down my chest, in-between us, then wrapping around my hard length, aligning me to her

I move my hips forward, sinking into her so slowly

She moans as I open her tiny pussy, flooding my cock in more and more juice the deeper I go inside her

"Yoongi", she murmurs against my lips, her cunt pulling me in as I move, clenching down hard around my cock so pleasurably

"Feels good jagi?"

"So good naekkeo", she confirms, wiggling down on my dick as I push fully into her

"I know baby. You feel so good too", I whisper between kisses, "My perfect girl"

"My perfect Yoongi"

I smile before kissing her again, my arms around her and keeping her against me as I slowly start to move

Bliss fills my body as I pull out, then slide back inside her tight wet hole, our kisses just as slow

Her hand slides in my hair, running through the strands, while mine moves under the back of her shirt, my fingers softly grazing up and down her back

Her skin trembles under my fingers, making me smile into the kiss

I love how her body reacts to me

How her skin trembles, how her body shakes, how she automatically presses against me, like we both know we belong against each other

Like were made for each other because we are

We fit perfectly together, in all aspects of our lives, like puzzle pieces

And I know that she will always be by my side just like she knows I'll always be by hers

Her hips meet mine, making me slide in deeper, her pussy soaking my length and lap in cream

Our lips never leave each other's, our lazy kisses full of love

I can feel her love, it's almost like I can touch it and I let it wrap around me while at the same time giving her all of my love, knowing she feels it too

Through the lazy strokes, I can hear her wet hole slowly take my cock, the sound making the loving atmosphere more erotic

Her pussy pulses quickly around my dick the closer she gets to coming

"Yoongi", she murmurs, her body shaking softly as she orgasms

I hold her tightly to me, the sheer pleasure from her coming on my cock coursing through my veins

I live for this ecstacy, live for giving her pleasure, for giving her anything she wants

I slowly thrust into her as she cums, letting her feel my entire cock as I get her through it, her soft moans against my lips so fucking beautiful

As soon as she relaxes against me, I murmur, "Again jagi"

"Again?", she giggles

"Mm baby, you know you coming once isn't good enough for me"

She knows this

For me, yes sex feels amazing but I'm all about her, making her cum as many times as she can before I do

I love everything about her coming- watching her, feeling her, touching her

I just love it

"Hmm baby, one more ok?", she laughs, "I wanna cuddle you"

I chuckle, "Ok baby"

"Besides", she says mischievously, "We have all night to get frisky"

I laugh, knowing she's right

We do have all night and there's no doubt about how we're going to spend it

She'll be screaming in bliss a lot later

"Kiss me Yoongi"

"Always baby", I answer, my lips against hers

We both resume our movements, still slow, still lazy and just enjoying being with each other

Her hand slides from my hair down my arm, then under the sleeve of my shirt, running her fingers along my upper arm, sending fire to every nerve

As I thrust in her pussy, it feels so fucking good, pleasure that only she can give rolling over me

She takes me back inside her, my head rubbing against her spot and both of us fall into ecstacy

"Yoongi", she calls as her cunt spasms around my cock, her body pressing into mine

"Joanne", I moan, my cock throbbing and spilling my cum inside her, the bliss amazing

We ride out the pleasure together, clinging onto each other, our hips still moving against each other until it's over

All the stress I was feeling before just floats away as if it was never there

We relax into each other, her eyes meeting mine, a big smile on her face

She softly strokes my cheek, saying, "I love you so much Yoongi"

Happiness fills my body hearing those words

I can never get tired of them or of saying them

"I love you so much too Jo. Always jagi"

"Always naekkeo"

She kisses me gently, then snuggles into me, her face buried in my neck, her arm locked around my body

Pulling the blanket up higher, I move my arm around her, my fingers running in her long hair, a content sigh coming from her

I smile, kissing the top of her head

Holding the love of my life, we both fall asleep

[rollercoasterwords]

hey guys btw there is actually never a good reason to loudly and publicly talk about how much u dislike a fanfic!! Like. let's break this down for a sec:

i don't like it

ok, understandable. i've dnf'd lots of fics because i didn't like them. but the people writing fanfiction are doing it for free and for fun, and you don't know anything about their lives. they could be a young writer just starting out! they could be an older writer getting back into writing after years of being unable to! they could be someone going through a rough patch whose only source of joy right now is writing their silly little stories! talking about how much you dislike a fanfic literally does nothing except hurt the person writing it. that's it. it is not productive, it is not necessary. even strangers on the internet deserve basic human empathy.

ok but i really don't like it

babe, i feel u! i'm a hater too. rant about it privately. shit on it in private messages or group chats with friends. u can dislike something without dragging its creator into the town square to throw tomatoes at them, yknow?

ok but i really don't like it AND it's popular

ok? shouting about that on the internet doesn't make you cool or special or unique. it just makes you kind of mean and, honestly, bitter. like i said before, this is fanfiction. nobody is paying for it. nobody is profiting. there is no standard that these writers are obligated to meet. clearly, other people like the work. why not let them enjoy it in peace?

no u don't understand it doesn't deserve to be popular there are better fics that deserve it more!!!

talk about those fics then!! post about how much u love them!! uplift those writers!! ur tweet or tiktok or tumblr post is not going to suddenly make a popular fic lose all popularity, no matter how undeserving u perceive it to be. if this is actually coming from a place of frustration because you feel like there are other fics that deserve more attention, then just give those fics attention.

no but it's problematic

mmm ok. let's sit with this one for a second. i want you to ask yourself--is it really, really problematic? is it perpetuating harm against a marginalized group? remember, this is fanfic; it is outside the consumer economy, and the stories it tells will almost never make it to a mainstream audience. so is the story actually hurting people, or is the author just exploring something that you're uncomfortable with? because if you're just uncomfortable, then assuming the work is tagged properly, the best course of action is to just click away. as uncomfortable as it may be, people are allowed to write stories that you might find upsetting or gross or weird, and those stories existing is not inherently harmful in and of itself.

it is actively reinforcing harmful stereotypes/rhetoric/etc

okay! ok. if you are deeply concerned because you feel that this fic is genuinely harmful, then go to the writer. leave a comment. send them a message on tumblr or twitter or tiktok or wherever. explain your situation and see what they say! nine times out of ten, i'd bet that an ao3 writer means no harm and would be willing to listen and address your concerns. in fact, they might even be grateful to you for being kind enough to make them aware of a problem and educate them on it. every ao3 writer i've ever spoken to is an incredibly kind and thoughtful person; you don't need to immediately go on the attack

the writer is unreachable/nonresponsive/not willing to address or change the problematic thing

alright. if you truly feel that this fanfiction is actively harmful and can't reach any kind of conclusion with the writer, and you want to warn others who might read the fic, then do that. do that. make a post that says hey guys btw, x thing in this fic is not a good representation/perpetuates a harmful stereotype/whatever the problem is. and leave it at that! you don't need to go further and insult the writing or the person who wrote it. that is helpful to exactly no one, and if your goal is actually to make the world a better place, then you should learn how to draw attention to an issue in a way that encourages actual dialogue instead of dog-piling and personal attacks.

anyway the next time you feel the desire to post about how bad you think a fic is, feel free to use this as a guide before u do! xoxo

[bucknastysbabe]

Cruel Summer - Jace Velaryon x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Virgin!Jace, Nerdy!Fratty!Jace, 80’s AU, frottage, male m4stürb4t10n, pining, Jace’s huge mf schlong, babysitter reader, Dornish!Reader, fluffy, awk first times, Jace working that thang, horny ass mofo, multiple o’s, pnv!sex, so much lube, wet n messy yeah

Taglist: @godrakin @lovelykhaleesiii @fairysluna @ilikeitbetterangsty @xfancyuu @borikenlove @aemondsversion

Jacaerys Velaryon was fucked. Sincerely fucked. He was home from his freshman year of college and there she was. Playing with little Aeg and Vis in the pool. Olive skin gleaming with droplets, a one piece fiery red and high cut. Revealing those thighs for days.

She could put Jamie Lee Curtis in Perfect to shame. Fucking Dornish babysitter that was unimaginably hot. She was back from her study abroad in Essos apparently. Luke laughed from behind, “Don’t bust the window out with that wood, Jacey.”

“Shut the fuck up Luke,” Jace barked and turned away to stomp to his room. His younger brother’s laugh echoed from downstairs. The brunette flopped down on his bed, staring up at all the old posters in his room. God, he was still such a nerd.

Joined a frat and everything, met his best friend Cregan. Cregan could pull any girl he wanted, like many others in the fraternity. Jace got a tentative handy and many attempts for pussy actually. Apparently he had a horse cock. That’s how that crazy Greyjoy bastard put it anyways.

But he still didn’t lose his v-card. Not because of an embarrassingly small prick of course, no, he ran the normal chicks off and the real sleazy ones made him wilt faster than a dying plant. A nerdy Virgin who still stuttered around chicks unless he had a couple drinks in his system.

And for the the love of the seven he was still hard as nails from baby’s perky tits. Baby. That’s what the Velaryon clan called her since little Viserys pointed at the girl and called her, “Baby! Mah babysidder!” So it stuck. Drove him fucking nuts.

The other side of the family came over for dinner and Aegon was all over Baby. But she smirked and ate it up. Why would she even want that idiotic slimeball? He’d gained, like, so much weight at college.

Aegon didn’t give a fuck though. He had that confidence border lining delusion. Jace stuttered and grinned like a fool in front of their long-time neighbor. He palmed at his cock, shifting to slide down his track pants and get his cock out, imagining himself chatting her up.

She’d giggle and press her pretty tits closer to him, purring in that Dornish lilt, “Mhm baby, want that big cock of yours so bad, kiss those pretty lips while you split me open, mmm.” Jace was stroking himself rough and quick, other hand tugging heavy balls. Biting his plump lower lip the brunette moaned, “Yeah, yeah, gonna fuck you so ha-ah-ard! Suck on those tits of yours-oh fuck!”

Jacaerys gasped as his thick cock spurted on his hand and chest, whining through his nose as he tugged his balls one good last time. He flopped back, heavy cock slapping luridly against his exposed thigh. It wasn’t long until he dozed off into sleep. Just to wake up with more cum on his belly, dreams of her dark lips enveloping the blunt tip of his cock.

Jace grumbled, “Seven forgive me, I’m like a fucking middle schooler.” He stripped his ruined clothes off and hopped into a long, hot shame shower, scrubbing the residual embarrassment off. His mom would be home soon and Uncle Daemon was probably cooking dinner now.

No one dwelled on Uncle Daemon. Targaryens are weird. Baela and Rhaena were awesome though. Half of his clothes were unpacked so Jace put on a polo button-up, jeans, and loafers. How fratty of him. He may have spent too long trying to manage his hair mullet in the mirror.

He trudged downstairs, Joff arguing with Luke over the Nintendo. Jace hollered, “It’s a stupid game you idiots!” Baela and Rhaena were curled on the couch while they ogled over a magazine with Motley Crüe or something on the cover.

Daemon was cooking, chatting with her. She turned and flashed a shining smile, Viserys in her lap. Baby cooed, “Jacey, you look all grown up! College looks good on you, when did you get home?”

Jace’s cheeks reddened and he mumbled, “Uh, a couple hours ago but I was wiped, my bad. How was Essos?”

Daemon snorted at his lame response, working on stir fry. She launched into a spiel about the culture in Braavos, chatting in that warm way of hers. He needed a drink of water. Badly. The moment was interrupted when his mom came into the kitchen, unloading her briefcase and opening her arms for little Aegon and Viserys.

She grinned at him, “Jacaerys, my sweet boy, you look so handsome. We’re all back together!” Daemon lamented, “What a joy!” She shushed the blonde and cooed at the boys, grinning. Jace looked up to make eye contact with Baby, her dark eyes hooded and intense. She sipped her orange juice, pink tongue coming out to lick away a stray drop.

Jace darted to the cabinets to get a glass for water. Ice fucking cold. He mingled a bit, answering questions about grades, the frat, making new friends. Daemon was intrigued about Cregan, his best friend. “A Northman! I guess you need a frigid bastard.” Jace rolled his eyes and sat down at the table.

Across from Baby. Who was wearing a pretty green blouse tucked into sinfully tight shorts. The blouse in question was showing off her tits, making his cheeks redden again. Everyone milled in, filling the huge table while Daemon passed out the plates of food.

He remained quiet as Rhaena talked about her tennis matches. He almost threw his fork when a bare foot nudged his own. Baby was smiling around her drink, eyes on Daemon’s girl. The eldest son chewed on some chicken slowly so he wouldn’t start choking. Because Baby’s foot was traveling up his thigh, stroking along, then toeing at his thighs. Jace whimpered, covering it poorly up with a cough.

Rhaenyra’s thin brows furrowed as she asked, “You okay sweetheart?” He nodded, making an excuse about ‘the wrong windpipe’. Baby smirked and scooched her chair forward, ball of her foot rubbing Jace’s erection.

He stood up abruptly, croaking, “Ah- I- I don’t feel well. I think it was the fast food earlier. I’m going to retire early.” His mom told him to stay in touch if anything got worse, the rest, including her, gave well wishes.

Half waddling up the stairs Jace slumped on the ground, propped up on his bed. He stared at the Star Wars poster, wondering why he couldn’t have super self-control powers like Luke Skywalker or something. But she was obviously flirting with him, sultry eyes and teasing toes evidence of that.

Jace’s heart beat rapidly, unsure of what to do. Baby was actually a very sweet girl, never a bad word spoken about her in highschool. She’d see his cock and run away screeching. He held his head in his hands, groaning in displeasure.

“Man up and fuck the girl!,” Dalton’s voice echoed.

“Obviously she’s into ya’ just give it a try,” was Cregan’s deeper tone.

Jace would just do what he did best— brood until further notice. His cock had already died down some from his anxiety. And brood he did, turning up the radio to Bananarama’s cruel summer. How fucking apt.

He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

The door cracked slightly, a thin light of illumination coming through. Jace groaned, “M’fine mom.” Her sultry accent came back, “No silly, it’s me.” He bolted upright and opened his mouth to get a manicured finger pressed to them. Baby whispered, “Hush, they think I’m gone for the night. You ran off on me?”

Jace stuttered, “I-I was going to cum at the table.”

She cocked her head and climbed onto the bed next to him, hand rubbing his chest tenderly. Baby murmured, “You never played a little footsie? Look at you, I know you were beating the girls off with a stick.” Jace miserably laughed, “Yeah, that didn’t go as planned.”

“What do you mean?”

Jace flushed and whined, “Oh god, I’ve messed around and stuff. It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re a virgin.”

The Velaryon turned away from Baby and murmured, “Yes, big whoop, Jace is still a stuttering virgin bitch.” She laughed and climbed onto his lap, grinning. He moaned, “It’s horrid, not funny Baby.” The girl played with his hair, scratching as she sought his dark eyes.

“I don’t think it’s funny because you’re a virgin. I think it��s funny because you’re so handsome. What is it? Anxiety, I get that. I was nervous too at first,” she pressed closer to whisper, “But I’ve had an awakening in college.” Jace couldn’t help but moan softly at her warm breath and soft tits.

He stammered, “Y-yeah?”

She purred, “Mhm. Found out I like em’ big. Bigger the better. Gods it feels amazing.” She shifted on his lap, his cock already back in full form. She gasped, “Oh- seems like you’re just my type too. Not every girl can take something like you’re packing. Not a girl that cares about you Jacaerys Velaryon.”

His eyes boggled. She? The most gorgeous girl who has tormented his wet dreams since puberty, cared about him. He grew serious, eyes narrowing, “Are you joking?”

“Why would I lie? I’ve been trying to get your damn attention for ages Jacey,” she turned to look down, Jacaerys pushing back her thick locks as she admitted, “I kinda, hah, would accidentally say your name in the height of passions.”

“So, do you want me? I shared my embarrassing moment and feelings.” She stared in earnest, breathtakingly gorgeous.

He nodded vicariously, “I’ve always wanted you Baby, fuck, like so bad.” He carelessly moved forward, cradling her head as he kissed the darker girl. She titled her head so they didn’t collide noses, rutting further on his cock, rough denim against his briefs. She moaned into the kiss, keeping one hand in his hair, the other trailing down to the slit in his underwear.

Jacaerys lapped at her warm tongue, lips sensually moving against her own. He softly whined through his nose when she pulled him out, getting a feel for the heft and length. She hummed, “Big boyyy, gods, stupid girls don’t know what they’re missing.”

The brunette blurted dumbly, “I don’t want those stupid girls. Like. At all.”

“Good. I get jealous. Dornish blood runs hot.”

“So does Targaryen.”

They returned to desperately sharing kisses, the girl unbuttoning her shorts desperately, Jace yanking them off and tossing the denim. She remained in a scrap of clothing desperately humping her wet pussy against him. Jace groaned, “Baby, baby, god, need you?”

She tied her thick hair back in a flurry of movement, unbuttoning and slinging off the blouse, heavy tits on display. Jacaerys instinctively covered them with his calloused hands, squeezing at flesh and thumbing at pebbled nipples, relishing in her soft whining,

She rasped, “Lube?”

“Lube?”

“Do you have lube Jacey? You have a monster cock, remember?” She began to snicker as Jace rifled around his bed and side drawer, eventually finding the tube of KY. Jacaerys stuttered, “Oh-ah, how do you want me?” While she yanked down his underwear Baby responded, “Missionary, can fit you better that way, just need a pillow under my back. You can, fuck, move my legs up for more.”

Jace flipped them around, panting with excitement. He grabbed a condom too, about to tear it open but she stopped and hummed, “M’on the pill, you’re good sweetie.” He was going to combust. But he liberally squirted lube on his fingers first, he’d done that before. “Good boy,” she rasped as Jace slid the substance around.

He dove two thick fingers into her slick cunt, stretching and rubbing at that spot making Baby call his name and squirm. He added more KY just for the hell of it, enjoying the slick and lurid noises. Then a third finger fit and he was vigorously fingering the Dornish, leaning over to suck and bite at those huge tits. She whined and clawed at his biceps, but Jace was lost in the pleasure.

He couldn’t stop, this was like crack, every sweet noise and her sloppy cunt driving him further into the need to send her into an orgasm. She did after he managed to stuff his pinky in, abusing her g-spot. Baby slapped a hand over her mouth and gushed on him, howling behind her hand, squirming and shaking.

Jace’s eyes rolled back at the wonderful sight; tear streaked face, swollen lips, heaving breasts. Baby rasped, “You fucking monster, hah, c’mere and kiss me. I know you’re excited but I want that cock more than a couple o’ pumps.”

In a sensual, lazy embrace, they twisted in the oldest dance, laughing, whining, moaning. Baby nipped his plush lips, murmuring, “Such pretty fucking lips, want them on my pussy next time.”

He kissed her harder, tucking that idea away for later.

Their make-out had turned into sloppy humping again, the eldest Velaryon gasping, “Oh, m’ready, lemme have you please!” Baby goaded him on, “Yeah, yeah, lube it up ‘kay?” Jace did so with expediency, liberally coating the heavy member.

When his blunt cockhead began to breach her entrance his mouth fell open, eyes rolling around. Baby purred, “Mmm, yeah Jacey, gonna feel s’good, slow slow, ease into it.” The brunette did his best to take it slow but the tight, wet grip around his cock had him sucking in breath and whining on every other breath.

He was about halfway now, sweating from holding back, maneuvering those perfect legs of hers to over his elbows. She arched her back and moaned, “Yes, yes, stuffing me all up baby boy.” Jace could only garble nonsense as he bottomed out, cock sleeved in her cunt. He was in heaved, Baby’s pussy so hot and ridged, pulsing around him.

“Cuh-can I?,” he wheezed.

“Mhmmmm,” she sighed with dreamy eyes.

Jacaerys tentatively pulled back and slapped back in with a wet noise. He cried out helplessly, tucking his mouth onto a perky nipple. Then instinct took over. Fuck. Breed. Fill. Jace could get very one-track minded and focused it all on fucking his Baby silly, trying to keep that need of blowing in the future.

The bed shook, she cried out, Jace keened her name, pounding her roughly. So much for keeping it quiet. “Oh gods, you feel s’good, fuck, it’s s’good,” he repeated.

“I- mm! Know!,” she whimpered.

He moved her legs over his shoulders, living in the moment, all the noises and heavenly feelings. She had bit down on a pillow to keep from screaming, shaking from head to toe. Baby was milking him like a vice now, pussy just dripping and messy. Messier when he came in her poor slit.

That thought felt like a gut punch and she bit harder, squirting on his cock. He must’ve spoken that thought out loud, desperately panting her name as he emptied his heavy balls into her cunt, stuffing it with load after load, Jace shaking and whimpering at the intensity.

They stayed locked together, both too oversensitive to move. Jace had dropped her pretty thighs, rubbing them as he laid on her chest. Her shaky hand played with his hair. Baby hoarsely muttered, “You’re mine forever. I mean it.”

“Guh- uh- yes Baby.”

They needed a shower. Then maybe Jace could try that whole pussy eating thing. Clean her up good and well, make her cry from the third orgasm. Fuck. He sure had some stories to tell Cregan when he got back.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hi💕

I was thinking about a thrope that i always find very cute

Men: why would i want a loyal and quiet woman when i can have blind hatred?

Woman: you think you can get a woman to stick with you ?

Men: * heart eyes* see, that is exactly what i need

Daemon with a reader who is not royal and they met when she kicked his ass while stealing money

Attenzione Pickpocket!

Daemon Targaryen x Robin Hood!Reader

Summary: The commander of the gold cloaks was instructed to track down a thief that was stealing from the nobles. Daemon cared little for the task, up until he, himself, in a word, was stolen from.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, prostitute!reader, ye old misogyny, manhandling, mention of injury, typos, etc.

A/N: ok i wasnt actually sure if this was a req but i kept it because i really liked the prompt. robin hood was the first thing that i thought of and ok its not too much of that but whatever. nonnie your prompt really got mangled but i hope you still like it (: ive been wanting to write for daemon for a while so im tryna manifest a writing streak with this fic. Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui

There is a frantic pounding on my door.

I whine as I struggle to tie the bandages around my torso. I spit out the cloth I stuffed in my mouth to muffle my whimpers, "GIVE ME A MOMENT, GRETA!"

Her panicked and muffled voice sounds from behind my locked door. She jiggles the knob, "but the prince-"

There is a squeak followed by a louder round of knocks. I scramble when I hear the shrill voice a man outside.

"Give me a second," I mutter under my breath as I scramble to put on my shift.

"If you don't fucking open the door, I'm going to-"

His words are cut off by the sound of me undoing my lock and ripping the door open. Daemon Targaryen, clad in his armor and gold cloak, as well as my poor darling Greta, our poor barmaid, barely ten and six, look at me as I huff.

I nod at Greta, dismissing her. She gratefully and wordlessly flees the scene. I turn back to man, "a bit early for your dr-"

Daemon pushes past me, undoing his cloak as he blurts, "you want your coin or not, whore?"

I huff again, straining as I whip back to him, forgetting momentarily that I was rather gravely injured. I hold back a whine as I walk up to him.

Daemon drops his cloak and marches over it. He sits then slumps on my bed. He looks at me and parts his legs. I hold back my chuckle and I sit on his lap, dutifully undoing his armor.

He stops me and takes my hand, barely shaking his head in disagreement. We lock eyes for a moment and pull my hand away when he releases it. I decide then to brush his hair back.

Daemon immediately sighs. I kiss his jaw. His hand comes to my thigh and slowly pushes my skirt up. I mutter against him, "why so tense, commander?"

He rubs the bridge of nose, "there's a thief in King's Landing."

"Mmm," I pull back to raise a brow at him, "and there's a prince in a brothel," I rub his cheek with my thumb, "I can't say I'm surprised."

Daemon clenches his jaw as he wraps an arm around me, "this is different."

"Hmm, let me guess," I brush his lips with my thumb, "did this one steal from our dragonling?"

He does not retort as I play with his lips. I coo, "come now, prince. Surely a pouch of silver is not something you of all people would mourn."

"It was ten pouches. I was moving coin from the treasury."

I chuckle and mutter, "oh, I knew that. Didn't a few golden busts get taken as well?"

Daemon looks at me.

"Didn't you nick the thief in the rib?" I tilt my head.

"I stabbed him," he corrects, "but the fuck was too fast."

"You've just gotten slow," I chuckle, "you were out of breath when you chased me around last week. Remember our playdate, hunter?"

He rolls his eyes.

"I enjoy being your doe, dragonling. I like it when you're in the mood for a chase and a fuck."

Daemon tilts his head and dryly retorts, "I wouldn't have ever guessed."

I chuckle, "Oh, don't be like this. Did it hurt when you fell off your horse? Everyone in the city heard your thu-"

Daemon growls, yanking my hair back, "I did not."

I hold back a laugh.

"Your flies whisper exaggerated accounts."

"Do they now?" I smirk.

He releases my hair and narrows his eyes, "what do you know about that thief anyway?"

I purse my lips and shrug, "what are you here for? A fuck? Or information?"

Daemon does not reply. He does not move either.

"I'm afraid," I tilt my head back, "I can only give you one or the other, dragonling."

He scoffs, "greedy slut."

I raise my brows, "business is business."

Daemon draws out a deep breath. I watch as he puts his hand in his pocket and shows me coins on his palm. He places the coins on my bedside table and mutters, "the thief."

I smile and nod, "the thief it is then."

"Tell me what you know," he says, hand lazily resting on my thigh.

"Hmm," I push his hand off.

He grumbles.

"I was the one that robbed you, prince." I continue, "I was there last night. I watched you get knocked off your horse. I think I saw you even shed a tea-"

A gasp leaves me. His hand comes to my throat. He mutters under his breath, "shut it."

I let out a strained chuckle, "m-make me."

He huffs through his nose and tightens his grip on my jaw. I dig my fingers into his armor and press my thighs together to contain my excitement. My heart quickens. He stares at me for what felt like ages but then releases me.

I catch my breath.

"You liked it last time when you chased me around the streets," I whisper, leaning into his ear. "Would you like to do that again? Shall I wear men's clothing too? A mask? A hood."

"I'm not in the mood for one of your games," Daemon retorts.

I shake my head and pout, "but I am, your grace."

He grunts, "I've been awake since yesterday and you expect me to hound a whore for sport?"

"If you want to get your money's worth," I say as I move off him, "and if you're not boring.

Daemon watches me as I stand and step back. He seems ridiculously irritated.

"Would you like to know a secret prince?" I look at him and tug my shift up slowly.

Daemon's eyes dart to my legs.

"You're not going to get that money back."

He looks up at me and raises a brow, "what?"

"I divided the money across neighborhood."

He tilts his head.

"If you want to catch your thief," I pull my clothes up and show him the cut on my side, "you have to play my game."

Daemon stares for a moment. I drop my shift and smile, really allowing the moment to hook into his mind. I grab my folded clothes, slowly putting them on.

He watches me still as I whimper because of my injury. I raise my brows, "Dark Sister stings awfully. The least you could do is fuck the pain out of my system, no?"

I grab his cloak and toss it to him.

He catches it through his stunned state. For a moment, he looks at me as though he was debating the sincerity of my words.

"I take this as you giving me a head start," I nod and pull my skirt up as I exit the room.

[oliversrarebooks]

I've been thinking all day about Lex accidentally putting Fitz to sleep with his humming. Sleepy Fitz, calming the energetic puppy.... He's so cute when he's sleepy

I want you to know that I very much love this prompt. Sleepy Fitz!

Masterlist

TW: hypnosis (but consensual and very gentle)

"Hey. I need you for a minute."

Lex frowned, trying to finish the paragraph he was reading despite Fitz's sudden demand for attention. Normally, he was happy to indulge his partner's whims, but this particular book was incredibly engrossing and he was almost at the end of it.

"I've got this great idea for a new magic trick. I doubt anyone on the whole East Coast has done it before," Fitz chattered, either oblivious to or ignoring the fact that Lex was still trying to concentrate on the book. "It's perfect. It's new, it's fresh, it's got volunteer participation, it uses a flashy, eye-catching prop, and it's great for suspense. Audiences are going to go nuts for it, I can already tell."

"Mmm," said Lex, doing his best to keep his focus on his book.

"So I altered the magic cabinet -- you know the one, the one I used for the knife throw trick. I think it'll work, but I need a tester." He flopped down onto the sofa next to Lex, shamelessly occupying every inch that Lex wasn't. "That's where I was hoping you could come in. All you'd really need to do is stand in the cabinet and look like your handsome self while I do the hard work performing all the dramatic flourishes."

"I can help you once I finish this book."

"There's no possible way that book is more interesting than my magic." Fitz had the audacity to worm his way onto Lex's lap, disrupting the book, as though he were a house cat. "Besides, you've read one book, you've read them all, I'm sure."

"Mmmhmm." Lex knew very well that Fitz was just trying to get a rise out of him to get some attention. And it wasn't as if he didn't want to provide, just --

Fitz had stopped talking, actually. And he was looking up at Lex with a dazed expression.

"Hmmmmm?" He drew the word out purposefully into a hum to confirm his suspicions, and was rewarded with a sleepy, slow blink. That's when he noticed the dark circles under Fitz's eyes. He'd been having nightmares again, a fact that was obvious to Lex but which Fitz still relentlessly denied. Once more, he was trying to cover his stress and exhaustion with excitement and demands for attention. 

"Mmmmm." Lex drew out the word into a hum, petting Fitz's hair a bit. His eyelids fluttered, looking so sleepy that it seemed like he might doze off right then and there. How had Lex not noticed? Lex hadn't even put any real hypnotic power into his words -- just the trace amounts that always tagged along on his voice -- and Fitz already seemed ready to hand over the keys to his mind.

It was awfully endearing to watch the chatter and bluster devolve into calm, sleepy submission.

Still, Fitz hadn't been a thrall for a long time, now, and Lex knew better than to invade his mind without permission, no matter how much his subconscious clearly seemed to want it. He snapped near Fitz's ear. "Wake up, love."

Fitz nearly toppled off the couch as he startled awake. "Hey! Were you trying to hypnotize me?"

"I certainly was not," said Lex. "I wasn't doing anything with my voice. I honestly think you're just so tired that you can't listen to me without starting to drift away."

"I'm not that tired," said Fitz, the barely concealed yawn betraying him. It was clear that discussing the subject, or perhaps even just listening to Alexander's speaking voice, was slowly but surely putting him to sleep.

"You don't have to be 'that tired,'" said Lex. "If you're tired, then I can help you sleep."

Fitz glanced away, and Lex could see the temptation in his eyes. "I'm not a thrall or a child. I don't need a lullaby to sing me to sleep. I'll be fine. I'll keep myself busy working on the magic  trick."

"As I said, I can help you once I finish the book. And until then, why not have a bit of a nap? I don't mind singing to you. In fact, it would be my pleasure."

The struggle behind Fitz's eyes was short-lived. He really must be tired to consider this so readily. 

"I'll ensure you don't have any nightmares."

A second yawn escaped Fitz as he conceded this. "All right, you win," he said. "Just this once, I'll let you pied piper me into a restful sleep."

That was all Lex wanted to hear. He cupped Fitz's cheek and sounded a low note, one filled with the command to relax, and drank it all in as the anxious energy in Fitz's eyes began to fade, his shoulders slumping, his jaw going slack. Relax, relax, relax.

Lex's singing was far more powerful than simple verbal commands, nearly irresistible to ordinary humans. The primary downside was that he couldn't give complex instructions that way -- his song was limited to very simple ideas and strong feelings. That was ideal for putting someone to sleep, though.

Relax. Calm. Peace. Setting aside his book for the moment, Lex continued to stroke Fitz's face and guide him down so that his head was resting in Lex's lap, golden ponytail spilling over his thighs. Relax, relax.

Fitz's gaze was both focused on him and so far away. Lex was making absolutely certain he had drained all of the unpleasant thoughts that were keeping him from true rest before he went to sleep. He kept his voice as soothing and quiet as possible as he washed Fitz's mind with the command to relax, rest, let go.

"How are you feeling, love?"

Fitz looked up at Lex with sheer adoration, and Lex hoped it wasn't all due to the song's influence. "That does feel real fucking nice," he said. "Gotta be careful, I'll want you to do this all the time."

Lex understood the temptation so very well, knew how uncharacteristically trusting Fitz was being to simply allow Lex to do this. And if he were simply some human thrall, Lex probably would keep him in a half-entranced state for perpetuity. But Fitz had always been, and always would be, an exception. 

"I don't mind," said Lex, burying his hand in Fitz's hair and rubbing at his scalp. This time, he laced into his song feelings of safe and comforted along with commands to relax, enjoying the effect as Fitz simply melted in his lap. A soft groan escaped Fitz's lips, and Lex couldn't resist adding in the urge to drop your defenses, let go, surrender.

Watching Fitz succumb to the siren song was always so beautiful, whenever Lex had the opportunity to do it. 

"Relaxed?" Lex questioned.

"Huh?" Fitz looked up at Lex as though even processing a simple question was a herculean effort. "Mmm, yeah. You're doing a number on me."

"Want to sleep?"

"Yeah, that'd be good," came his easy answer. No denying his tiredness, no trying to escape his nightmares by keeping himself up far too long. 

Lex hummed a soothing tune, this time filling it with the desire to go to sleep. Go to sleep, go to sleep, he commanded. So sleepy, so drowsy, shut your eyes down...

The effect on Fitz was immediate, his eyelids blinking slowly as the need to go to sleep took hold. Lex's sleep song was impossible to deny, he knew. He could easily stop a hostile human in their tracks just by casting his spell on them. Lex wondered what it felt like. He wasn't sure he could bear being that vulnerable around anyone.

All the more reason to protect Fitz.

Lex sang to sleep, go to sleep, as Fitz's eyes fluttered close and his face went slack. He brushed the heavy bags under Fitz's eyes. This would be good for him. He needed this sleep so badly.

Fitz curled up in Lex's lap, utterly unguarded and peaceful, as Lex stroked his hair and sang. He was like an energetic puppy whose motor had run low. Lex felt comforted himself, knowing that Fitz was content and safe. He picked up his book and resumed reading, this time petting Fitz's hair as he read the final chapters.

Masterlist

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[dirtysvthoughts]

hiii i hope ur doing well!! i hope i can request daddy kink seungkwan….. just so starved of dom kwan smut here

tags/warnings: smut, lil bit of pwp, boyfriend! seungkwan, soft dom! seungkwan, daddy! seungkwan, lingerie on reader, fingering, seungkwan sexy on 10 in this 😩, extreme overuse of pet names mostly from seungkwan (pretty girl, my baby, baby girl, etc.), some dirty talk, one mention of a size kink.. anon bestie what have you done to me 🥹😩

author’s note: hey bestie! thank you so much, i hope you’re doing well as well! ☺️ after that one post i made i got a lot of seungkwan requests and i promise i’ve seen them and i will write them! also adding my favorite seungkwan selcas ever for the extra feels cause he’s too fine and so daddy in these 🫦 also be on the lookout for my 1k celebration! 👀

you can’t help but admire yourself in the mirror, the peach colored floral lingerie sitting perfectly on every curve of your body, making everything pop so deliciously. so into yourself, you don’t notice your boyfriend opening your door, smiling at how stunning and charming you are.

“you’re beautiful, baby girl,” he muses approaching you, dropping his bags to the floor. he stands behind you, your back pressed against your boyfriend’s chest, his hands delicately touching your body, sending shivers up your spine and gasps out of mouth as he touches your panty-clad mound.

“shit,” you moan out as you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut as seungkwan continues to touch you through your panties, smirking at the wetness now coating the top of his index and middle fingers. “mmmh, d-daddy,” you whisper.

“what’d you say, honey?” he tilts you chin to look directly in his eyes, mischief and lust in them. you shyly whine back, “daddy,” and soon after his lips meet yours in a delicate, pillowy kiss. as you kiss, you don’t realize that seungkwan has worked off your bra, tossing it to the back of your room, hands shamelessly groping your breasts. you moan sweetly into his mouth, body begging for more of his touch.

“why don’t we get more comfortable baby?” he asks rhetorically, as seungkwan already walks you backwards, hands still roaming your panties and breasts until his legs hit the edge of his bed, sitting down and causing you to sit in his lap.

you can’t help the pulsating down there as you feel seungkwan’s hard on come in contact with the material of your panties. you wanted for your boyfriend to hurry up and put his dick inside of you, but you knew he was going to tease you first until he deemed you were ready.

“daddy.. i n-need you to touch me, pl-please,” you gasp, subtly grinding into his lap, but he stops your movement, holding your thighs in place as he insert a finger to pull your pretty panties to the side.

“such a cute little set you wore for me, my baby.. normally i would tear you sets, cause i couldn’t wait any longer,” he pauses smirking down at you, “but i wanna see you wear this more often.. you look so gorgeous in it,” he moans out as his fingers now come in contact with your wetness, pleasure continuously gushing out due to his praises.

soon a finger is inserted fully inside of you and you bury your face into seungkwan’s neck, more gasps and whimpers leaving your mouth. another finger comes into play, and seungkwan alters between curling and scissoring your clit, the motion having the right balance of rough and soft.

“mmm, daddy,” you whine as you press into his forearm. “you feel so good, please, please touch me more..”

“you want me to touch you more, pretty girl?” he asks and you nod your head frantically. nothing else mattered right now but how he felt on you. “can’t think of anything else but my touch can you? such a needy baby girl aren’t you, only thinking of daddy and how he pleasures you.. does daddy please you?”

“y-yes, daddy always makes me feel so g-good,” you bite your lip and you roll your hips to feed your desire to cum all over his body. “when i touch myself, i have to think about you.. your fingers feel so much better than mine.”

“hmmm, what else do you think about my baby?” seungkwan muses, definitely enjoying where this conversation was heading.

“i think about your voice, and how soothing, yet commanding it is.. telling me what to do and how to do it.. i think about how small i am underneath you, and how i love being wrapped around you.. i also love how you fit inside of me, i don’t think anyone else can fill me up the way you do. every time you fuck me, i nearly lose it.. you feel that good, daddy.. my pussy was made for you, mmm - ah!”

in the middle of your spiel, seungkwan speeds up his pace to where his fingers are thrusting in and out of you quickly, causing you to reach bliss and cum all over your panties, your arousal quickly leaking onto his pants. seungkwan sighs dreamily as he rubs your stomach, kissing your temple repeatedly.

“you did such a good job for me pretty girl,” he whispers into your ear, kissing the shell. “always such a good girl, especially when you come.”

“thank you daddy,” you sigh contentedly. “i love you.”

“i love you more, my baby.”

[lciesdepravity]

TTT Series: Tzuyu Tops Twice

Chapter 1-1: Mina Arc; Best Friend's Wife

tags/ genres/ warnings (This work of fiction contains the ff: Cheating (NTR), g!p dom Tzuyu, It will get more depraved in the later chapters... Enjoy!)

Tzuyu shuffled into the kitchen, her eyes heavy with sleep, the remnants of a restful night still clinging to her. It was the start of their month long break from schedules, thus she had every intention of surprising her wife Sana and her unnies with a delicious breakfast.

*Yawn*... "I wonder what she'd like today. Hmm maybe some jeon... Or omurice..." she murmured, her thoughts drifting lazily as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

Just as she entered the kitchen, her gaze fell upon her Mina unnie, who stood there in nothing but a tank top and shorts, radiating domesticity as she hummed to herself while preparing a meal for her wife Chaeyoung.

Tzuyu couldn't help but sigh wistfully, captivated by the sight of Mina's effortless grace. "Wow... she looks like the perfect wife right now," She thought to herself as she leaned by the door, her eyes tracing the curve of Mina's plump ass, perfectly accentuated by the tight fabric of her shorts.

Fuck, look at that ass. So round and perfect. I just want to bury my face in it, bite and spank it till it's red and raw.

The way it swayed with every movement sent a shiver down Tzuyu's spine, filling her mind with sinful thoughts.

God, I can't tear my eyes away. I want to squeeze those ass cheeks till she moans for more.

Her gaze then trailed down to Mina's succulent thighs, soft and inviting, begging to be touched and caressed. The way they peeked out from beneath the hem of her shorts, smooth and creamy, made Tzuyu gulp and her breath hitch.

As her eyes continued their exploration, they settled on Mina's ankles, slender and delicate, leading down to her heels. Tzuyu couldn't help but imagine running her hands along those silky ankles, feeling the subtle arch and curve beneath her fingertips.

Instantly, her cock stirred to life, hardening at the intoxicating sight.

Oh fuck, I need release. I need those ass cheeks bouncing on my lap, those thighs wrapped around me, those bare feet flailing above her head as I fuck her senseless.

Her hand instinctively reached down to give her throbbing member a squeeze, a futile attempt to quell her growing desire. "Mmm... fuck, Tzuyu, stop," she scolded herself internally. "This is so wrong. She's your best friend's wife, for fuck's sake. And you have Sana." Tzuyu's brows furrowed and her mind raced, desperately trying to regain control over her raging hard-on.

Just as she snuck one last peek, Mina bent down to retrieve something from the sink, giving Tzuyu a full view of her ass-etsand a peek of her slit; Tzuyu's restraint shattered completely.

"Fuck it..." With an impulsive burst of raw desire, she wrapped her arms around Mina from behind, embracing her tightly, burying her nose in Mina's hair, breathing her scent wantonly. Mina, assuming it was Chaeyoung, leaned into the embrace, only to be met with the realization that the person holding her was much taller than her wife.

Confusion laced Mina's voice as she stammered, "T-Tzu? W-what are you doing?"

Tzuyu remained silent, relishing the scent of Mina's neck as she shamelessly ground her cock against Mina's enticing ass. A low, needy moan escaped Tzuyu's lips, sending shivers down Mina's spine.

"Mmmm, Mian~ I couldn't resist, Mina unnie," Tzuyu admitted, her voice dripping with lust. "You just looked so fucking delectable in these shorts that I... mmm~ lost control. Uhh~" Each word was punctuated with a throaty moan, her hot breath ghosting over Mina's neck.

Mina's voice wavered with a mix of uncertainty and arousal as she pleaded, "Mmmm, T-Tzuyu, w-wait please. I-it's me, your Mina unnie... your best friend's wife. D-don't do this."

"Don't do what, unnie? I'm not doing anything too...dirty, am I?" Tzuyu's voice dripped with innocence, a stark contrast to the sinful thoughts she's having right now. She pressed her lips against Mina's neck, planting a trail of hot kisses along her nape.

"Uhh~" The sensations overwhelmed Mina, her body betraying her true desires as she let out a moan that echoed through the kitchen. She quickly brought her hands to her mouth, trying to stifle any more sounds from escaping.

Oh god, what is she doing to me? I can't believe she made me moan...

"You want me to stop, unnie?" Tzuyu growled, her voice filled with an unyielding hunger. Mina let out another moan, her body betraying her true desires, as she very hesitantly nodded her head. Her brows furrowed in a mixture of pleasure and hesitation, her lips red from being bitten in an attempt to contain the sinful sounds she's making right now.

Should I stop her? No... I... Fuck, why does it feel so good? I should be stopping her. But I can't... I don't... want to.

"Then... why are you moaning so shamelessly in the fucking kitchen? Hmm?" Tzuyu teased. Her fingers trailed down Mina's legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, as she continued her assault on Mina's neck. Each kiss, each nip, marked Mina's skin, branding her as Tzuyu's own.

O-Oh god, fuck Mina control yourself... Chae's just by the bedroom. Mmm~

"Why are your legs spreading apart?" Tzuyu's breath tickled Mina's ear as she continued. With a hard thrust, she brought Mina's hips closer, Tzuyu's bulge now firmly against Mina's ass. She could feel just how hot Mina's core is, even through her shorts. Mina's mind is getting hazy, her thoughts going haywire. Her breathing is becoming shallow and ragged.

Mmm fuck she's so hard... I want to feel her against me, inside me.

"Mmm~ most importantly... why is your ass grinding hard against my cock?" Tzuyu said with a low husky growl. Mina's eyes widened in surprise, she had never heard her maknae, the ever so sweet and innocent Tzuyu, emit such a primal sound before.

Oh fuck, I didn't even realize I was grinding against her... but... it feels so good, so right.

A wet stain began to form on Mina's shorts as she desperately tried to stifle her moans. Tzuyu's lips curled into a devilish grin as she continued her torment. She relished in the way Mina's body reacted to her touch, how her angelic face contorted with pleasure, how her breath hitches with each kiss, or how she leans back to give Tzuyu even more access to her neck.

"Fuck, unnie, you're such a mess," Tzuyu taunted, her voice dripping with desire. "Your words can lie, but your body tells me everything I need to know."

With a wicked flick of her tongue, Tzuyu traced the delicate outline of Mina's earlobe, earning another yelp from Mina. "Ahn~ T-tzuyu!... H-haawh O-oh god. N-no." She cries as she weakly shies away, her hand clamping over her own mouth even harder now.

"Tell me, unnie," Tzuyu whispered, her voice laced with mischief. "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is push me away. But I know you won't, because deep down, you want this as much as I do." Tzuyu's words were punctuated with a teasing nibble on Mina's earlobe, eliciting another sinful moan from her captive.

No, I can't want this. It's wrong. Oh god, I-It's getting harder to stand.

Mina's resistance was fading, her body betraying her desires. Her core was aching, and her breathing grew even more ragged. "Mmm~ T-Tzuyu... p-please," she pleaded weakly, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and longing.

"Please what, unnie?" Tzuyu teased, her voice dripping with desire. "You have to be clear. Please stop? Or do you want me to keep going?"

Tzuyu's eyes sparkled with lust as she continued her assault, her fingers playfully poking at Mina's hardened nipples through her tank top. "Oh look, your nipples are poking through your top. Seems like they want some attention too, hmm?"

Tzuyu didn't hold back. She moved to tease Mina's nipples, alternating between flicks and squeeze, occasionally rolling them between her fingers. Mina threw her head back, her eyes shut tightly, as she tried to deny the pleasure coursing through her body.

Oh fuck, why is she so good at this? No wonder Sana can't get enough of her...

The wet patch on her shorts grew even larger, evidence of her undeniable arousal. Her legs subconsciously rubbed together, desperately seeking some sort of friction. Tzuyu's fingers danced along her trembling thighs, their feathery touches driving Mina wild with anticipation.

Tzuyu reveled in the sight of Mina's legs trembling, her body on the brink of surrender. The smirk on her lips grew wider as her fingers brushed over Mina's hardened nipples once more, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her captive.

But Tzuyu wasn't done yet. With a deliberate and teasing slowness, she trailed her right hand down Mina's toned stomach, feeling the taut muscles quiver beneath her touch. Her fingers continued their descent until they reached the wet spot in Mina's shorts, evidence of her overwhelming arousal.

"Oh, you're already so wet for me, huh, unnie?" Tzuyu's voice dripped with desire as she rubbed Mina's pussy over her shorts, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shivers of pleasure coursing through Mina's body.

Mmm~ more... please m-more...don't stop, please... Mina's mind filled with a desperate plea. Her body quivered beneath Tzuyu's touch, her hips instinctively arching forward, begging for more.

Each touch of Tzuyu's fingers against the soaked fabric made Mina's breath hitch, her hips involuntarily grinding against Tzuyu's hand. The sensation was almost too much for her to handle, her body craving more of Tzuyu's touch, more of that delicious friction.

Mina stood on her tiptoes, her legs quivering with need. Tzuyu's ministrations continued, her fingers multitasking with expertise. One finger pinched and flicked Mina's sensitive nipples, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain, while the other rubbed Mina's pussy through her shorts, teasing her mercilessly.

A strand of drool escaped from the corner of Mina's mouth, a physical manifestation of her overwhelming desire. Tzuyu's eyes met Mina's glazed gaze, the unspoken connection between them fueling the fire within. Tzuyu's hand reaches up and grabs a fistful of Mina's hair, drawing her head back even closer. Without hesitation, Tzuyu closed the distance between them, capturing Mina's lips in a torrid kiss.

Their tongues danced and tangled, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that was undeniable. Mina's mind raced with a jumble of thoughts and sensations.

Oh god, Chaeng never kissed me like this before... Sana, you lucky bitch. Fuck, I'm about to cum just from being kissed by my wife's best friend.

Tzuyu's eyes darkened with lust as she watched Mina's body writhe with pleasure. Her fingers danced over Mina's clit, teasing and tormenting her. The wetness seeping through Mina's shorts only fueled Tzuyu's desire, and she couldn't resist grinding her cock against Mina's ass, intensifying the sensations coursing through both of them.

Oh God somethings coming. Uhh~ Suddenly, Mina's breath became more erratic, her hips bucking more wildly. She could feel the pool of heat on her stomach about to be undone, the coil on her core about to snap.

"That's it, cum for me, Mina unnie," Tzuyu encouraged, her voice laced with desire. "Mhm, you look so pretty when you cum. Oh yeah, just like that, cum for me baby." Tzuyu's grip on her hair tightened, her grinding grew more erratic. Her fingers zeroed in on Mina's clit, pinching and rubbing it through her shorts with fervent determination, intent on bringing Mina to orgasm.

"T-Tzuyu... Fuck... I-I'm cumming... I'm cumming..."

Mina's body convulsed with pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the ruffled noises of Mina's soaked shorts.

Oh god, I can't believe how good this feels. I'm cumming... I'm cumming so hard... Tzuyu... please... don't stop...

Tzuyu continued to caress Mina's sensitive clit, occassionally kissing and biting her neck, as she rode out the waves of Mina's orgasm until her body finally began to relax. With a satisfied smirk, Tzuyu withdrew her fingers, leaving Mina breathless and panting.

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Mina's body trembled with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure as she collapsed into Tzuyu's arms. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her senses still buzzing, her head feeling light and dazed.

Tzuyu, with a satisfied smirk on her lips, brought her slick-covered fingers to her mouth, licking them clean of Mina's slick juices, all the while maintaining eye contact with her.

Mina's breath hitched at the sight, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. Fuck, T-that was... I can't believe she made me cum hard with just that.

As Mina gradually came down from her high, Tzuyu released her backhug, allowing Mina to find support on the counter. Tzuyu's lips trailed kisses along Mina's flushed cheeks, her voice low and sultry as she spoke.

"See you around, unnie," Tzuyu murmured, her breath warm against Mina's skin. The hint of playful teasing in her tone left no doubt in Mina's mind that this wasn't a one time thing.

As Tzuyu left, Mina's attention turned to the mess that had been left behind. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and shakily began to clean up. With each wipe of the cloth, she couldn't help but feel guilt gnawing at her conscience.

God, what have I done? I shouldn't have let myself get carried away like that... and with Tzuyu no less. Chae's best friend. Our Maknae.

Beneath the guilt however, a deep longing stirred between her thighs, craving more of Tzuyu's intoxicating touch.

Mina can't help but touch her lips, remembering how Tzuyu's lips felt against hers, how they made her feel so desired. But... but it felt so good. Her hands, her lips ... Mmm~ I can still feel the her hot breath against my skin. No! Stop. Bad Mina! Aish~ Just focus on making breakfast for your wife.

Determined to regain her composure, Mina focused on preparing breakfast for Chaeyoung. But with each slice of fruit, each stir of the coffee, her mind drifted back to Tzuyu's alluring touch, the way her hands had expertly played with Mina's nipples.

Shit, I can still feel her fingers on my nipples, Fuck... Chou Tzuyu, you're driving me insane.

Lost in her own thoughts and consumed by her insatiable lust, Mina found herself absentmindedly grinding on the edge of the table. The friction against her sensitized core sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body once again, and she couldn't help but crave for another orgasm.

Fuck, I can't stop. I want more... I NEED more.

Mina bit her lip, her need still not fully satisfied. A wicked thought crossed her mind as she carried Chaeyoung's breakfast to their shared bed. Perhaps... Chaeyoung could help her find release.

With each step, a trail of juices dripped down her thighs, a testament to her unyielding arousal. Mina's heart raced as she entered the bedroom, her eyes locking onto Chaeyoung's form lying on the bed. She couldn't ignore the pulsating ache within her, the yearning for more.

Setting the tray down, Mina's hungry gaze met Chaeyoung's sleepy one, a silent invitation hanging in the air. It was clear that their breakfast wasn't the only thing on her mind.

Chapter 1-1 End Next Chapter: 1-2 Mina Arc; Longing for Tzu

[maochira]

AAAAA I have a request for the event:D

How about hair care(?) Night with chigiri, aryu, anri, and if possible, hiori?:D and ofc the assistants are there as well!! It's just a night where we all share tips of how to take good care of their hair, play games, gossip (mmm I love gossiping), while treating their hair? If you get what I mean<3

Could totally see chigiri with a towel around his head and goes "did you know reo came back to nagi" and the room is just full of gasps😭

THIS SOUNDS LIKE SO MUCH FUN AAA THANK YOU ANON!!

Requests open! - event list - event introduction

Tags: gn!reader, mostly silly goofy stuff, not proofread I was lazy

Event sypnosis: you, Claire (@deerangle3 ) and Mao (me) are assistants in the Neo Egoist League

Girls night! With the boys

-prior to the entire thing, Aryu wrote an entire list of which products you and the other assistants had to buy

-it's a bit of an odd combination, but you really didn't know who to invite to this. But they're all rather calm people, so everyone gets along!

-Mao has a bit of lesbian panic when Anri touches her hair

-Aryu has a little fangirl moment when he gets to touch Chigiri's hair

-Claire does NOT hesitate to say the vilest, deranged, insane things you have ever heard. But it always makes you burst out in laughter

-A LOT of platonic flirting throughout the entire night. Especially between Mao and Aryu

-besides the platonic flirting, a lot of compliments!!! Most of them are from Aryu as well

-you, Claire and Hiori talk about your favourite video games! But that quickly gets interrupted when Chigiri is like "By the way guys, did you hear Reo and Nagi-" and EVERYONE in the room gasps

-Chigiri tells you everything he knows. And that's how everything turned into a gossip night

-Aryu probably tells a lot about what it was like to be teammates and roommates with Rin during the second selection, so then everyone starts gossiping about Rin

-also, Aryu can't help but complain about Lorenzo's hair. BECAUSE THAT SHIT GREASY AF

-Hiori is mostly silent, but then Claire mentions Kaiser and suddenly Hiori goes on a rant about him for five minutes without a break. That obviously leads the conversation into gossiping about Kaiser, Ness and Isagi. You make jokes about them being a weird love triangle

-you guys made a tierlist on how babygirl the Blue Lock players are (Barou is on the top, Igaguri at the bottom)

-you forget about the time, so at some point, Ego knocks at the door and when he enters the room, it's one of the most confusing things he's ever seen

-Claire half-jokingly asks if he wants to join (of course he doesn't)

-when Ego leaves again, Anri starts talking about the work she always has to do for Ego. Everyone agrees that Ego is a manchild who can't take care of himself (Mao's father complex is (not so secretly) triggered by Ego but she's all in on joking about him)

-Anri wants to know what working with the coaches is like, so you, Claire and Mao tell every story you've got in mind. Like that one time Snuffy heard you and Claire calling Barou and Lorenzo babygirl? Or that one time Mao (purposely) called Lavinho "dad" and had to play it off as a joke? Dropping all of those stories to the group lets go

-at some point, the gossiping somehow turns into deeptalk. That doesn't last too long because everyone has to return to their rooms

-it was a very fun night!! Something you're definitely going to repeat if given the chance