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lavandiors · 2 months

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( 📁 making you feel comfortable. by na jaemin ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

where jaemin shows you that he can eat you differently, changing your opinion about orals.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. na jaemin x fem!reader. genre. smut (+18, minors dni), fluff, established relationship. warnings. soft sex, oral (f. receiving), clit play, use of nicknames (princess, angel, etc.), handholding in sex, many kisses.

lily notes. well, i'm really not very good at smut and i write this from my imagination, so, i'm sorry if it's not much or it's very soft (?) but i'm doing it from my comfort zone!

it wasn't the first time you felt Jaemin flex, your head lying on his firm chest allowing you to hear his heart. his heartbeat racing and his body seeking comfort.

his arms fluttering around you every time he moves. you thought he was uncomfortable, so you stood up, abandoning your place on his chest and looked at him.

"are you uncomfortable, jaem?" you asked him, showing your dimples. jaemin frowned in confusion, but shook his head. it wasn't you who kept him in that state.

well, yes.

but it was about something else.

you brought your warm hands to his and took them. you smiled, just like jaemin. your smile was mercy for him.

your eyes dug into his soul "so what's bothering you?" one of your hands let go of his, leaving a bit of hair behind his ear. he felt nervousness permeate his body, but you. god, you, you made him feel so comfortable, he couldn't resist.

his cheek twitched against your hand, moving his head to kiss you, he sighed, allowing you to feel what was circulating through his lungs between your palm.

“it’s just” he began, staring into your eyes for trust. and found her "why did you never let me eat you out?" he asked slowly.

the question didn't faze you. you and jaemin were open to each other's tastes, and his warm smile was always the one given when you talked about sex. after this, it was one of his many romantic connections.

your worry subsided slightly and jaemin could tell “ah, yes” you said, moving closer to jaemin so you could rest your head on his chest again. his strong arms wrapped his body around your head, kissing your head.

“i’m not a big fan of oral” you replied “i haven’t had good experiences, that’s just it” you tried to dispel any insecurity jaemin might have had.

you weren't afraid of orals, you weren't afraid of jaemin and you wanted to let him know that all he made you feel was a swarm of butterflies with the slightest sigh in your ear.

jaemin lowered his head and turned yours away, searching your eyes fiercely “can you tell me about your experiences, angel?” his warm smile and his lips against every muscle of your face let you know you were safe with him.

you closed your eyes when he kissed your eyelids. "it was very rough, very forward, it wasn't what i expected. you know i like it when it's slower," you whispered to him.

his lips landed on yours, his forehead against yours. “then let me show you that i can do it better. that i can do it the way you like it.” his voice, comforting, soft, slow. he didn't want to pressure you.

you completely trusted jaemin, your experiences with him were unique, they were what you were looking for. he gave you what you wanted, the way you wanted.

you looked him in the eyes again, wanting to convey to him that his request was not uncomfortable, that it was something you wanted. you nodded.

jaemin smiled, kissing your nose and forehead. “just let me do all the work, doll” he whispered in your ear as he picked you up in his arms to place you on his lap.

his soft kisses found a space between your neck and jaw, making a slow, wet path as he laid you flat on your back on the couch, your legs spread out to his side and him in the middle.

his hands found space between your back and hips, sliding gently, up and down you without abandoning his kisses on your neck. his path advanced, your lips being his destination.

you sighed when his warm hands found your sleeping pants, nodding when you felt him stop for permission. with one hand, he lift your hips, sliding your pants and panties out of the way.

his hands squeezed your bare hips, you felt him stretch his legs and slowly descend, leaving one last kiss on your lips.

"don't worry, princess, you're always safe with me." it was true, you knew it.

when he was level with your bare stomach, his lips slid untouched to your hips, where he nibbled and kissed one, while massaging the other, he repeated this many times until he made you sigh from the mess in your stomach.

your clit slowly rubbed against the fabric of his clothing every time he moved, making you uneasy. his lips reached below your navel, continuing with the kisses and bites. his hands did sweet dances on your hips between squeezes and massages.

“here we go, love” he murmured against your stomach, tracing a path with his tongue until his face was between your legs.

his sudden warm breath hit your cunt, making you shudder. his lips stopped between your inner thighs, kissing every part of them.

jaemin had been waiting for this moment for so long, but he had never tried it for fear of intimidating you. and now, that he had your glistening cunt in front of him and your perfect figure in rapture, he knew he would do it more often.

you felt the cold on your hip when his hand left that space and looked for your hand, giving you comfort. when he found it, he made sure to intertwine their fingers and caress your knuckles with his thumb.

and his lips pressed against your superiors, sending an electric shock from your stomach, down your back, to your ears.

“jaem..” you sighed, squeezing his hand lightly. you were liking it as much as he was, and even though you had him shooting his hips against the couch, your scent felt like the best in the world.

a sweet, vain one entered through his nose when he couldn't let go of his need and pressed his nose against your cunt, making circles on your inner lips.

you moaned shamelessly. his soft, sliding tongue near your center hit every ecstasy of his body, the hot air coming out of his nose hitting your clit hard, desperate to give you more.

it wasn't the same as the bad experiences you had. jaemin always made you feel like you were in heaven, like your body was worshiped by believers to a goddess. you were his goddess, his temple, his belief. you were delicate for him, soft and untouchable.

it didn't take long for his tongue to find your center, plunging it into an exhaustive excavation from top to bottom, side to side. his nose was now causing circles on your clit, finding your pleasure.

your moans became frequent, causing jaemin to grind his hips further and further into the couch. he was crazy. his tongue had increased the pace when you squeezed his hand.

you were looking for more, and he gave it to you.

his face was now buried in your cunt, it was ecstatic. your soft walls accommodated his tongue as he massaged. he dug it out, but before you could complain, he shot from the bottom up, nibbling lightly on your upper lips.

you were a mess of soft moans, his tongue making big and small circles on your clit, preparing you. your legs were already shaking around his head, his nose was buried in your juices, but he still couldn't stop.

you squeezed his hand tightly and moaned when he, as if it were an apple, lingered on your cunt and licked your clitoris like ice cream, burying his face again in his paradise.

your hips moved seeking his tongue, desperate for more. his mouth surrounded your clit, licking and sucking.

“my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he whispered, running his trembling thumb over your hand. he send waves of pleasure, a friction of his vocal cords and his teeth.

you couldn't contain those butterflies any longer, and you let them out on his face when he buried his tongue again at your entrance.

jaemin enjoyed it. every second of your orgasm on his face. he had your taste on his tongue, after loving him so much, giving you what you were looking for, teaching you that no one, ever, would make you feel like him.

he delayed everything you gave him, leaving one last kiss on your cunt and making his way down your stomach again, he pressed his lips against yours, letting you taste your taste.

his agitated and ecstatic breathing hit your face "i will never hesitate to give you a good experience, baby" his wet lips murmured on yours.

and with his kisses and caresses, he seals his sincere pact, that he will never leave or allow you not to enjoy. because he will take care of you and as long as he lives, he will give you what you need until you are satisfied.

because you were his angel. and what his heart needed most was to love you.

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ddeunbi · 4 months

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ㅤㅤkisses

⠀✿⠀一⠀[⠀book𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗳⠀]⠀⠀⠀

enha's hyung line ㅤ一ㅤ your favorite place to kiss them cw kisses, petnames; baby ㅤ wc O.6k ㅤ g fluff

⠀⠀note 一 I swear I'm not biased, to jay, I'm sorry. to jake, it's your time to shine, I'm sorry for not writing you a solo fic :'', also happy new year!!

이희승ㅤ୨୧ㅤlee heeseung

ON HIS NOSE;ㅤheeseung was lying on your lap, your hand busy playing with his hair while watching the TV in the living room. Your attention was never on the screen in front of you; in fact, it was on the person lying on your lap. you don't even know what the show was about, and you don't want to know. heeseung just looks too pretty for you to watch on the TV. the way his eyes squinted when the screen was too bright and the way his nose crunched when a certain scene came up was too much for you to handle. you couldn't take it anymore, so you tilted his head and gave him a peck on his nose. heeseung was taken aback by your sudden attack, but he was not going to complain. he took your other hand that was resting on his stomach and kissed it, “do it again” he said against your knuckles.

박종성ㅤ୨୧ㅤpark jongseong

ON HIS JAWLINE;ㅤjay could never understand your obsession with his jawline. the way you would give it more attention than his lips are making him sick. though he'll never admit it, he likes how your lips glide against his skin, making sure every inch of his jawline doesn't go untouched. he likes the way you randomly grab his jaw and turn it aside just to pamper his jawline.

심재윤ㅤ୨୧ㅤsim jaeyun

ON HIS LIPS;ㅤjake was sitting on your bed, playing with his phone while waiting for you to finish getting ready for your date. well, not that you were late, jake decided to come to your apartment earlier, saying that he finished getting ready early. you were almost done with your makeup, you just need to apply your lip gloss. your eyes wandered to the table in front of you, hands moving things that you’ve used or didn’t use to their original places, hoping to see your lip gloss in sight. you look around the room and see the lip gloss on the nightstand beside your table. you let out a sigh of relief, you would cry if it went missing. “baby, can you pass me the lip gloss on the nightstand?”, jake looked up from his phone when he heard you calling him. “yeah sure” jake get up from the bed and reach for the lip gloss before walking to you. he handed you the lip gloss and hugged you from behind. you whispered a 'thank you' to him. as a response, his arms were wrapped around your waist while his lips gave butterflies kisses all over your neck. you apply some gloss on your lips and close it, placing it beside all the products you've used. your hands went to his hands, caressing it slowly. you admire your boyfriend's face in the mirror in front of you, whose eyes are now closed, resting his head against your shoulder, his lips in a pout. those damn lips. you could give a thousand reasons why you love them. you turned around and cupped his face, pecking his lips. the corner of his lips slightly turned upwards. he whispers an 'I love you' before kissing you more passionately.

박성훈ㅤ୨୧ㅤpark sunghoon

ON HIS MOLES;ㅤsunghoon didn't really care if someone said that his moles were beautiful in the past, he thought that it was just their way of flirting. but not when he gets to know you. even when he was courting you, he would always catch you staring at his moles. His perspective changed after being in a relationship with you for a while. now, he's looking forward to you kissing his moles, especially during the morning. he would do anything to wake up to you kissing his moles while telling him to wake up.

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ushiko · 3 months

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pull up, pull down

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

summary: you have a really bad crush on the local gym hottie like you are down bad. but let's see if he can teach you a pull-up.

a/n: idk what this is. wrote all of it in one sitting on my phone so don’t judge me. but either way enjoy!

all you needed to do were some hip thrusts and the smith machine is right there! but not when he is right across doing pull-ups like it was the easiest thing in the world. you would die of embarrassment. it was already hard enough to not get caught staring at him every time you came but this is beyond that. glute day is officially canceled.

there is no way you get away not looking at him when he is right across from you. you wouldn’t be able to control the path your eyes take down his face to the veins that bulge through his skin. it’s time to change exercises or your entire workout for that matter. never hurt anyone to have a good back day. you slowly walk towards the lat pulldown machine when out of the corner of your eye you see his shadow move toward your direction. he couldn’t possibly be heading to this area right?

you were very wrong. he was practically right beside you as he pulled the bar towards him only making his muscles tighter and the veins even more noticeable. he couldn’t even hide since he decided today to wear a white cut-out tank that left little to the imagination. little did he know that he was about the kill the poor person a machine down from the way he pulled on the cable.

this crush began weeks ago when you decided to change gyms after a run-in with an ex that left a sour taste in your mouth. plus this one was a lot more quiet than your last gym. your first day it was going well until a god-like man with the physique of Aries and the beauty of Aphrodite walked past you in a mid-set. you almost hurt yourself as you watched him walk past. his face was stern but held a strong pose as he walked with an unknown confidence. it didn't help that he would wear the shortest of shorts that showed off his tree trunks of legs and the ass to fit. you’ve never seen him speak to anyone or bring any trouble telling you that he is more likely than not a shy man. he was just supposed to be your gym crush and nothing more but the more you saw him the more you wanted to know.

from his attire, you could tell he was a part of some sport as he owned many pieces of clothes from the same team. however, none of it had his name on it… unfortunately. he only came during the late afternoon or evening on weekdays but never on weekends. he walked in with only a bottle of water, keys, and headphones and left the same way. you only noticed him smile once when he was looking at his phone but it was only a lifting of the lip but it’s the best you got. you didn’t want to be a stalker but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious man.

“excuse me, how many more sets do you have?”

megan thee stallion does not have a deep voice who is that?

looking up from your lap, the man of the hour is towering above you when a barely there smile or is it just your imagination? the sweat on his face was somehow making him glow even brighter than an angel’s halo. how is that even possible?

you clear your throat and hop off the seat, “oh I’m actually done no worries.”

“ but you only did one set.”

you blink wildly and glance back on the seat you were just sitting in. how did he know that?

“umm well just not really feeling it today, i guess,” you mumble while fiddling with the skin on your thumb.

he hums and looks at the weight you had it set on.

“you were pulling higher last week maybe your body is in a resting period today, “ he rambles, “ you should still finish out the rest of your sets to see if you can go higher today before you do other weights.”

you just stare at him like a deer in headlights. how did he know all this? you didn’t even realize that you were pulling heavier last week. your brain froze as it scrambled to think of anything to say. the little person in your brain was scrambling through everything to find one little word to say.

“okay.”

that’s all it could come up with. it was too hard to think of anything else when the man you had been crushing on for weeks was standing right in front of you with a determination to get you to do two more sets. this also made you see that he had hazel eyes with the way the sun only seemed to shine brightly down on him through the large window.

“you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it. never pressure your body into something it doesn’t want to do. it’s not good for building your muscles or stamina,” he states while looking at you almost into your soul.

“no, you are right! i should wouldn’t be a proper workout if I didn’t do it all,” you stutter out.

you swear you catch a shadow of a smile lifting from his lips but it could have been your imagination.

you take a seat back down on the machine and begin to adjust your weights noticing that he stood by leaning against the machine next to yours. the gym felt awfully quiet as you clear your throat trying to focus on the machine in front of you.

as you go up to reach for the bar, he already grabbed it for you bringing it down to the palm of your hands. he pulled it down like it weighed as heavy as a raisin.

“thank you,” you mumble. you begin going through the motions as you continue to glance out of the corner of your eye seeing him still standing there. he stood firmly with his arms crossed and his eyes set on you.

the sweat was pouring down your back as his gaze sent an unknown heat down your spine. this was something you had never felt before and your body surely did not know how to handle this type of reaction.

after finishing the final set, there were barely any words spoken but plenty of awkward smiles and short eye contact. your mind swirled with the idea that he was also watching you too to a degree in which he knew you were lifting more last week than now. who is the stalker now?

“ im sorry if I made you uncomfortable at all,” he suddenly says as you grab your water for a swig.

you lift your brow and shake your head, “ no you’re okay you didn’t! I was just shocked that’s all.”

“shocked by what?” he asks quickly as he begins adjusting the machine to his weight.

you clear your throat, “that you knew how many sets I did and how much weight I had done.”

he stayed silent for a moment before he sat where you previously were.

“ not hard to notice some as pretty as you in here. just started to pay attention more that’s all.”

if steam could come out of ears, both of yours and his would be blowing a hot stream of steam right now. you watched as the tips of his ears glowed a bright red as you felt heat rise towards your face and tingles in your toes.

no words were passed between each other for a couple minutes as he blazed through his sets and you were gathering your wits. how were you supposed to respond to that?

as he was about to begin a new set the words ran out of your mouth like a track star crossing the finish line.

“ can you teach me how to do a pull-up?”

his shoulders jump as he lets the bar fly to the top of the machine. you stand with your hands behind you with a slight sway in your feet. he stares at you with no trace of emotion on his face besides the slight glow of redness sitting on the apple of his cheeks.

then suddenly angels begin to sing and heaven shines down as his lips spread to a wider smile with teeth showing through. you could have died right there.

“yes, I can. let’s do it now.” he rushes off the machine and heads toward the pull-up bar.

“wait you need to finish your set!” you exclaim as you try to quickly catch up with him.

a chuckle passes his lips as he looks at you over his shoulder, “ i didn’t need to do those anyways.”

no one has ever made you more silent in the moment till now.

you both now stand at the pull-up bar waiting for someone to make the first move. or at least speak or move. his words have your brain frantically looking for anything to say.

“my name is wakatoshi ushijima by the way. never really introduced myself,” he lets a slight chuckle while rubbing the back of his neck.

“im (y/n) (l/n), it’s great to finally meet you,” you joke as a laugh passes your lips.

he laughs back, “you as well. now are you ready for a pull-up?”

that’s how you ended up being at the gym on a thursday night for two hours with your gym crush. truly a heavenly night. with his contact info now in your phone as ‘ toshi <3’.

gym days just got ten times better because now you have your gym crush as your gym partner.

thank goodness for a canceled glute day.

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thecookiebratz · 11 months

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Im such a slut for this man...

Dividers by @benkeibear

Toji is damn sure the type to look up at you while he eats you out.. hands down

He loves seeing you struggle to keep eye contact. He loves when you moan his name. Or when you pull his hair and make him go deeper just as you’re on the brink of climax.

“Keep moaning Bunni. Be louder for me.” and like the good girl you are, you get louder. Even though it says just for him, he knows the people next door hear you moaning his name.

“Oh, Daddy, please. Please don’t stop.”. A smirk grew on his face. Your hands left his hair and covered your face and he stopped

You whined and lifted your head “Keep that pretty face uncovered and keep those beautiful eyes on mine” and he went back to work, eating you out, using his tongue to pleasure your little cunt. Well HIS little cunt. Not breaking eye contact once.

It took all your power to not close your eyes. “Can I please cum? P-Please Toji, I’m so close”

Toji gripped your plump thighs and pulled you closer to his tongue and with a mouth full of you he said, “Whats my name, Bunni?”

You whined and rolled your hips on his tongue. “DADDY! It’s Daddy! Please~”

He was satisfied with your answer. “Go ahead baby, cum for me” came out of his mouth as he growled into your pussy, sending the most angelic vibrations to your core and uniting the knot that was there.

Toji kept going until he covered his face and neck with your juices.. Looking up at you through your thighs, “Good job, baby”

-🍪

#toji smut #toji x y/n #daddy toji #Cookie #toji thirst #toji x reader #toji drabbles #(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Eat Me Up ♥

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quinloki · 10 months

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Birthday Request Event

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

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Trafalgar Law Kink: #11 Bondage/Shibari Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." & 8. "Stay still." Gift Giver: @jiholeen & @laws-princess

You two had such similar asks I smushed them together and made a longer than normal drabble for it.

Summary: It's your first time being bound, and Law intends to do so properly.

Content Notes: bondage, rope, rotor toy used, vaginal fingering, forced orgasms, pet names, biting.

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

You stood naked in the room, shivering, though not from the cold. The blindfold over your eyes was by your own request, but it wasn’t doing you the good you hoped it would. You could feel his presence as he moved around you. The feel of the rope – coarse but not stiff – slipping over your skin as he brushed it along all the curves and tender places you had.

“How does it feel?” He questions quietly. Evenly. So terribly calmly.

You’d admitted to Law some weeks ago that you wanted to be tied up. You didn’t really know much about it, and he wanted to be able to do it safely, so all he’d asked for in return was some time to research it. Now you were in his bedroom, dealing with step one – which rope did you like better?

“It’s… it’s a little rough, but soft too. I like it.” You admit, voice shakier than you wanted it to be.

“We’ll start with this one then.” He states, and you feel his fingers trail across your shoulders lightly. You feel your muscles twitch at the teasing touch, and you try to hold in the soft moan that threatens to escape you. “It’ll be hard to say which is best until we use them all, but this was the most recommended as well.”

There’s a bit of silence as you can hear the sounds of the rope against the floor. You’re trying to keep yourself calm, but the anticipation almost carries more weight than the light touch earlier.

“We’ll start with a basic harness, and work from there.” Law explains. He’s in front of you now, and you feel the shift of his shirt as he reaches around you, looping the rope around your neck. “We’re going to keep it loose here.” You can feel two fingers against your throat as he makes the first knot. It’s snug, but not tight.

Holding the two sides of rope together he pulls it mostly taut down the front of your chest, stopping and making another knot. You feel a shiver run through you as he works, and you almost want to take the blindfold off.

If you look at those golden eyes right now, however, you might just crumple to the floor before he can finish the harness.

He leans forward, tugging you close with the rope. You can feel his lips against your ear and you squirm.

“Hold still, snowdrop.” He says firmly. “Let me move you when I need to.”

You nod a little. “Y-yes.”

“Yes?” He prompts, lips pressing against your neck softly.

“Yes, sir.” You correct. You can feel the heat rushing up to your face and ears.

“Good. Open your stance, I need room to bring this through.” He instructs. You can feel your embarrassment growing as you shuffle your feet apart, standing with them more at shoulder width than together. “There we go.”

You feel the rope against your leg for a moment as he steps around you, keeping the ropes together and tying another knot. You feel the knot rest against the small of your back lightly as he separates the ropes and loops them around your waist, threading them through the front of the rope harness. He tugs, pulling it snug and you feel a knot you hadn’t noticed before push against your slit.

“Ah – um… L-Law?” You stammer the question, gasping as a tug of the rope pushes it past your labia and against your clit. You buck at the sensation, your legs nearly buckling, and you feel a sharp tug of your hair as you’re held against Law’s chest.

“Stay. Still.” He commands. There’s a smile in his tone despite the rough actions and you’re aware that he knows full well what he did to you. Your breath falls heavy from your mouth, but you nod as he takes a step back.

He continues to loop the rope through the rest of the harness, bringing it up and looping it through the back of the loop of rope around your neck. The pattern, and opposing tensions created because of it, kept everything in place neatly.

His hands are over your shoulders, sliding down your arms and slowly guiding your arms behind your back. Soft kisses against your shoulders as he laces his fingers in yours for a moment has you struggling to stay still. Needy sounds escape you as his kisses move up your neck, nibbling the curve of your ear.

“I’ve got you, little snowdrop.” He purrs, his voice falling into your ear like sweet honey as he begins to tie your hands behind your back. “Tell me if anything goes numb. Even if you’re almost going to orgasm, you have to say something, understand?”

“Yes sir.” Your fingers kept brushing against his hands while he worked, and sometimes you’d feel his fingers trace lines in the palms of your hands when he could.

Once he was done he took a moment to check the knots. He asked you if anything was uncomfortable, and slipped his fingers under the ropes in places he was concerned might be too tight. Once he was sure that you were comfortable enough, you expected him to tease you relentlessly, but it seemed he had something else in mind for your first time in ropes.

It was cold and hard and no more than the size of his thumb, as he pushed it past the ropes and wedged it against your clit. You knew what was going to happen a split second before it did. The rotor purred to life against your clit and as you gasped, Law leaning down to kiss you.

His fingers teased your nipples, tugging, pinching, and rolling them between his fingers as he deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He starts to kneel, guiding you to move with him, keeping you steady and stealing kisses from you as you move.

He braces you against his knee, pushing the rotor against your clit more forcefully as he turns up the intensity. You squirm under the ropes, gasping pleasure into the kiss as he holds you in place on his thigh.

“I’m going to take the blindfold off, okay?” He questions and you nod your head.

Your eyes are wet and dazed. He’s not kissing you, but your mouth’s open in want, pleasure rolling off your tongue.

“You are really turned on,” Law muses. “I can’t wait to hear all the sounds you’ll make for me.”

Law’s earlier soft kisses are replaced by heavy bruising kisses against your skin. He leaves marks everywhere he can, leaving red bite marks in tender places causing you to buck and moan and cry into the air. His hands keep you where he wants you, moving you with a tug on the harness, or holding you still with an iron grip in your hair.

“L-Law I’m gonna c-cum, please!” You beg, body shivering against him as your legs twitch and your toes start to curl.

He pulls you close, keeping the rotor pinned against your clit as he reaches around and slips a finger past the rope, pushing his middle finger into your pussy. “Cum for me,” he demands, his voice rushed and strained.

You buck enough to bring your feet off the floor, squirming uselessly against the ropes as you scream your first orgasm into his chest. Pleasure rips through your body and it’s not just the orgasm that feels good, but the struggle itself.

Sunk against his chest you’re almost crying as you draw in shuddering breaths, the intense pleasure abating a little. Law’s finger twists and a second one pushes inside you, filling the room with wet sounds as the rotor revs up to what you hope is its highest setting.

The stretch from two fingers, the insistence of the rotor, the pleasure still tingling through you and the sheer fact that you cannot get away are working against you. If against is even the right word, you’re not sure, but the pleasure is building up again and it feels too soon.

“Law – Law, please… please… I’m gonna… Hnnnnngh – cum again, please!” You beg.

“Cum again.” He huffs, holding you tight. “Scream little snowdrop.”

His name falls from your lips in broken pieces of pleasure, crashing against his shoulder as your shuddering body fought uselessly against the ropes. His fingers thread through yours, holding you tight as you tense and spasm from the orgasm, your cries of pleasure falling into heavy gasps as you work to catch your breath.

Wet fingers grip your ass as he pulls his fingers out from inside you. You squeak from the sensation and hear Law chuckle a little as he tilts your chin up.

“L-Law, the rotor.” Your eyes are hazy and tired and you’re struggling to stay focused on him, especially with the continuing buzz between your legs.

“It doesn’t go any higher.” He answers, and you shake your head.

“It’s – that’s not the issue!” You gasp, struggling as he grips your ass with both hands and starts pressing you into his thigh. “L-Law – please!”

“Mm, am I making you cum again? Is that what you’re begging for?” He grins as his fingers squeeze your ass again.

“N-no, I – yes, but with… with y-you inside me.” Your voice falters at the end. Those golden eyes seem to look right into your soul and it’s embarrassing.

“I was inside you earlier.” He points out, leaning down and kissing your cheek before he whispers in your ear. “You’ll have to ask clearly.”

“Your… your cock, please. Please Law I want it.” You beg, squirming as the relentless rotor continues to tease you.

You feel him shift your legs, straddling you over his hips and not just his thigh. You can feel pressure as his erection pushes against you, causing you and Law to hiss softly at the vibrating pleasure.

“Don’t worry,” he says, his voice husky and needy as he moves the rope aside, letting the rotor fall to the floor. “I’ll take care of you.”

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

#birthday request event #one piece drabble #trafalgar law #law x reader #x reader #reader insert #I hope I am forgiven for smushing gifts together #Thank you both for this ♥ I might expand on it further honestly #but I didn't want to go too high on word count for the event xD

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iamthecomet · 8 months

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you're so pretty when you're coming for me with the chaos twins, perhaps??

oh, you know how weak I am for them. 1. "You're so pretty when you're coming for me." "Sun--shine--" Dew slurs, stumbles over the syllables in her name. His head drops forward, chin to his chest. He clenches one fist on his thigh, the other is locked tight to the back of her neck, holding her close, even as he babbles at her to--"Wait--give me a second--oh fuck."

Dew's already hard in her palm again. Sticky with cum and pre and spit. The head past red--bordering on an angry shade of violet that Sunshine has never seen on Dew before. It's mesmerizing. The way he still spurts pre even after so many orgasms. How he still hardens up in her hands even when he insists he can't.

She could play with him forever. Would, if he'd let her. But she can tell he's flagging. The haze in his eyes taking over. The sounds he makes are hurt now, broken little sobs as she polishes the head or drags her thumb over the barbell under it. He watches the way she touches him, narrow chest heaving. Lips slick with drool he doesn't have any control of anymore. "One more," she says. She isn't sure if that's actually true. It could be two more, or three. But she'll start small. Give him something he can manage. It'll always be one more. Dew makes a sad little noise but he nods. Already so hard in her hand, pulsing, jumping as she squeezes the base or drags her fingers through the copious amounts of pre. "Still so wet," she whispers and he groans. When he finally looks back up at her his eyes are wet too. Looking like liquid copper. He opens his mouth like he wants to explain it. It's a habit. Dew's taught her a lot about being topside, about their vessels, their magic. But she already knows what he's trying to tell her. Something about how he used to be a water ghoul. How there are some things he just can't shake. Like, this, dripping like a faucet even though he's already cum four times. Or his slick that's no doubt pooling on her bedsheets. She bends to kiss him to swallow the words. To focus him back on the moment. On the way her hand feels. Maybe, when she's done making him cum himself dry, she'll fuck him. Or if she can get him hard again she'll let him fuck her. A treat for being so good. She isn't sure, won't know until the moment comes. She slides her tongue against his, swallows the pathetic little noises he makes as he tries to pull her closer like he wants to slide into her skin with her. He pulls away far too soon. Mouth open, gasping, body tensing. "Oh fuck. Oh no. You're gonna make me--Sunny--please." The sound he makes when he cums makes Sunny throb. Gut punched and wrecked. He sobs through it, hiccuping as he dribbles all over her Sunny's hand. There's far less than last time, and when it's over Dew sags, his head hitting her shoulder with a solid thump. He's panting, clinging to her even as she keeps stroking him, fresh cum making the slide even easier. "Wait--fuck--Sunny. You gotta--I can't." "One more, Dewy" she says again, whispered into his ear, tongue flicking out over the shell of it. "You're so pretty when you're cumming for me. Let me see it again, just one more. For me, please?" Dew's breath hitches. Sunshine feels the wet heat of his tears on her shoulder, and for half a second she thinks he might call it. But then he nods, slow and syrupy against her shoulder, but a nod nonetheless. "One more," he agrees. "Just one more. For you."

#comet writes #drabble #crow ♥#Sunshine Ghoulette #Dewdrop Ghoul #Sunshine/Dewdrop #Dewdrop/Sunshine #Sunny/Dew #Ghost fic #ghost fan fic #ghost fan fiction #the band ghost fan fiction #good morning friends #have some filth

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ballads-for-kuni · 10 months

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SAGAU Worldbuilding Brainrot

What if, as the Creator, you put in place a mailing system?

In this order: nation (eg. Mondstadt [1]) -> region (eg. Brightcrown Mountains [1.1]) -> landmark location (eg. Stormterror's Lair [1.1.2])

And the mailing system would help to narrow down the location so that the poor mailmen and women don't have to go running all over trying to find people.

So national location code (eg. Dawn Winery [1.4.1]) -> organisation's location (if applicable) -> where you want the letter sent specifically (eg. office, front desk, or if you want to send it just to their mailbox, then don't write anything at all)

The numberings would be chronologically according to the places the Traveller has gone, and the mail would be written something like this:

To: Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham Postage: 4.1.3.4 The Sumeru Akademiya Grand Sage's Office

To: Director Hu Tao Postage: 2.1.5.2 Wangsheng Funeral Parlour Front Desk

To: Kamisato Ayato Postage: 3.1.8 Commissioner's Office

Notice how Ayato's (and Diluc's in the example) doesn't have a general location specified (eg. Kamisato Estate, Dawn Winery)?

That's because on the map of Teyvat in-game,

THE KAMISATO ESTATE AND DAWN WINERY ARE ALREADY NAMED.

This has been an in-class 5-minute worldbuilding brainrot.

If you want the full taste of my brainrot, the Google Doc link to the locational sectioning is here (it will be updated as the regions come out, so do look forward to that!).

#sagau alhaitham #sagau hu tao #sagau ayato #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau brainrot #ballad's brainrots ♥#so my hands have finally decided to work in aircon #sagau diluc #ballad's drabbles ♥

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addicted-to-morally-grey-men · 1 month

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Can I have yandere Iwazumi Hajime, Shirabu Kenjiro and Yaku? It can be a headcannon, imagines, or other shits. Thanks!

Drabble x imagines

(haikyuu edition)

iwazumi: always being the shadow of oikawa on the topic of girls... Iwazumi prolly would be uncomfortable and not sure if he really has a crush on you or not... But seeing oikawa flirt with you would burn his heart at a dangerous level..

Like how dare that side flirt even to hookup with you? His goddess? The one who should be cherished? That's it.. that's the turning point of iwazumi to kidnap you... To keep you away from creeps like oikawa and such..

Ofcourse he knows you'd be scared and feel lonely but don't worry my love, he knows about that and he'd make sure to approach you cautiously and slowly... he'd make sure you'd open up your heart and then will act further.. beware darling for he is really possessive over you♪

Shirabu: being cold and stoic and a man of less words.. he is often termed as an inapproachable man... But who would have thought that he has given his heart to a sweet and simple girl? Ofcourse He stalks you 24/7... He has to make sure you're alright 24/7 afterall you're a childhood friend of tendou... It's not like he doesn't have faith in you... He trusts you... He really does but he doesn't trust tendou with you...

Ofcourse others are dying to be with you for you are so ethereal but that doesn't stop shirabu to silently add their names on his next Target list... You don't have to know about it though... He is careful enough to maintain your innocence the way it is♪

Yaku: he is a libero sweetheart... He always notices the changes around him... Like when you had a new haircut... What do you mean you just got a slight trimming on the edges? Ofcourse it's noticable... Or the time when you wore a different coloured nailpolish.... Duh, clear nail paint is still a nail paint... It makes your nails shiny...

Nope, he ain't a stalker... He wants you to be free instead of feeling someone's ...his.... Eyes on yourself and being paranoid.. but in the contrary he has your whole schedule memorised by heart... Don't be surprised if you see him in front of your tuition but the same second he is gone... He just has to make sure your if there are any changes into your schedule... For research purpose only♪

#hope you liked it♥#drabble #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #male yandere #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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carnal-lnstinct · 1 year

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Bardock's hunting instincts come naturally to him, he can't quite turn them off even after being on Planet Earth long enough to no longer consider its usefulness as a proper challenge or a profit. Short of the food, nothing here was worth much of anything he couldn't find anywhere else.

Well...the food and you.

You've been nothing less than patient, generous, and considerate of him for a long time and when it runs short, it admittedly both catches him off guard and intrigues him that such an inferior race could have such vigored women. And one so street smart and keen to meet him at the impasse of saiyan and human and shake the foundation of his unbending pride and independence. In that, you have been a worthy opponent of wits and have his respect. Bardock's not going to pretend to understand every earthling tradition you partake in but he knows he can't remain standoffish of your encouragements forever. Or that your silver tongue had outright called him a coward for not admitting to the feelings he has for you. It's not impossible to fend for oneself on Earth being as mighty and resourceful as he was, he didn't have to stay with you for so long if it was "just food" that kept him hanging around. To claim it was, he would then have to admit he was a freeloader. A bum. But to agree with you, then his companionship is just kindness out of love, free of any obligation to pay you back for any expenses you've incurred in his company.

To bring it up for him that Valentine's Day was the perfect time to confess his heart with a loving gesture did implant the thought in his head to nag at him. Bardock wasn't one to let debts pile up and bites back his own pride to participate. Even if he hated proving your blatant logic right in this case, he won't be deemed a cowardly bum.

It felt more like an act of defiance to go along with it, attempting to show you up, and display what he was capable of when underestimated. Bardock shoved a handful of flowers at you. Appearing confident at your surprised reaction, however the twinkle in your eyes quickly glancing over every bloom took him out of his element. He tried to keep his cool, but your gaze looking up at him now made him turn away.

"For you Valentine customs or whatever- Here." The saiyan cleared his throat and gave his wrist a light wiggle, insisting you take them.

You look over the colors in the bouquet and the awe of the gesture starts to peel away. Starting with the thick smell that wasn't all that comforting. They don't look well put together, maybe picked in a hurry and the flowers limping from a tight hold on the delicate stems. One reveals a garden bug emerging from the underside of the petal that your instincts immediately want to swat before it takes flight at you. You don't know where these flowers came from but it was clear he didn't get them from the local shop.

"Well?" His voice brings your eyes back to him, this firm look of anticipation in his eyes now on you and the faded shades of color in his cheeks.

Winning Vote Results posted between 2/24 - 2/25. Choose wisely.🤫

#bardock didn't get a valentine so he is my guinea pig for these types of drabbles ♥#bardock x reader #bardock imagine #mini fics

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lavandiors · 2 months

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( 📁 compose with love. by lee mark ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

where you accompany mark while he composes new music, but under the comfort of his arms you can't help but fall asleep.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee mark x fem!reader. genre. fluff, cuddles, established relationship, mark being in love. warnings. a little suggestive (really little).

lily notes. i love mark, i really think he would make a very clingy boyfriend. he is my clingy boy. <3

you couldn't help but sit on his lap when you saw him. mark was so focused on composing his music, he didn't notice his glasses slowly slipping off his nose.

his brown hair stuck to his forehead thanks to the hat he was wearing. his glasses fell down the bridge of his nose as he leaned over your shoulder. his hands hit the table in search of creating melodies while his tongue hummed inside his mouth.

while one of his hands hit the table, the other emanated heat on your waist, caressing it with his thumb or lightly squeezing the flesh.

you placed your hand on his, caressing his fingers with yours. you heard him sigh for your soft hands between his hums. pleased by your soft touch.

you settled further between his legs, mark suddenly tightening his grip on your waist at your movements.

he sighed "don't move so much, baby" he told you, you were hitting his point and it distracted him.

you giggled "sorry" you kissed his cheek briefly, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

he quickly kissed you back before continuing with his music. you stared at the ceiling as his throat next to your ear continued to work his vocal cords with melodies.

your waist was completely wrapped thanks to his arm, caressing your side from top to bottom. mark loved touching your skin, he loved feeling you in his arms.

and although he was more focused on composing, he could never stop paying attention to you. you were his warm stove when it came to affection. because you lit an effervescent fire in his chest.

when he saw you, touched you, kissed you, felt you.

he was composing music like a machine right now, because you were there. you were his inspiration, his oxytocin was produced by you, by your presence. you were his muse.

he turned to look at you slightly when he felt a sigh leave your lips and your head become heavier on his shoulder. you were falling asleep.

he couldn't help but smile when he saw your face. calmed down. in peace. your muscles didn't show even a hint of tension. you were calm in his arms, comfortable, safe.

his hand left the table to envelop you completely. composition could wait when it came to you.

he kiss your cheek silently, once, twice, three, four times.

"my beautiful girl," he murmured, feeling peace rushing through his body. his body and mind belong to you. his thoughts are yours, because you are the only thing that wanders in his mind.

he rested his forehead against your face, while his arms continued to surround you protectively. his hands sought yours, intertwining your fingers.

words were not necessary for mark, he felt you and could swear that you transmitted your love for him with your presence.

as he fell into the limbo of sleep, with you in his arms, he kissed you again. a warm, loving and sticky kiss, that conveyed more than a thousand words.

"i love you, my muse" he whispered before falling asleep.

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ddeunbi · 3 months

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ㅤㅤ"sorry gorgeous"

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sjy ㅤ一ㅤ morning with your boyfriend, jake cw kisses, petnames; gorgeous, pretty ㅤ wc O.5k ㅤ g fluff

⠀⠀note 一 finally, a jake fic in this account, hahaha. exams are finally over omg... anyways, thank you for 100 followers ❤️❤️ I love you guys so much, muah muahh

YOU WAKE UP TO THE SOUND OF YOUR ALARM, forgetting to turn it off the night before since you took a day off today as well as your boyfriend, jake, who you shared the apartment with. you groaned and reached over to your phone, turning the alarm off and placing it back on the bedside table. closing your eyes, you tried to get back to sleep but failed miserably. how could you go back to sleep and ignore your boyfriend's presence behind you? mornings with him are always the same, his hands on your waist, his head either snuggled on your neck or your head snuggled on his.

the fact that you’ve been together for 4 years is somewhat unbelievable. it felt like you and him just got together. the day when he asked you to be his girlfriend on a rainy day after months of pining with each other. you guys went home soaking wet, giggling at each other, a few stolen kisses, and probably more.

if anything, jake would be the epitome of a gentleman. he would buy you flowers every month, surprising you with expensive jewelry, dresses, shirts, accessories, and the list goes on. when you confront him and say that he should stop giving you these since you feel bad, you don’t want people to think that you’re there only for his luxury, he reassures you, "let them think however they want. it’s not like they know whatever is happening behind closed doors. i gave you these because i wanted to. you didn’t even ask for it” he said all of that while rubbing circles on your skin.

your day will never go without him complimenting you. he would take a break from his work just to message you, telling you how pretty you look before he goes to work. you felt like you were the luckiest woman on earth.

you snapped out of your daydream when you felt jake tightening his hold on your waist. you look behind you to look at your angel-like boyfriend. only to find him staring at you with a soft smile. just as you were about to return his smile, he leaned forward to give you a quick kiss on the lips, tightening his hold more on your waist, but not enough to make you suffocate. both of you burst out laughing after breaking the kiss. his head accidentally bumping into yours. "ow”, you winced a little. jake removed one of his hands from your waist and massaged the place where he accidentally bumped into you. "sorry gorgeous”, he whispered before removing his hand to press kisses on your head. you let out a giggle, entertained by his behavior.

he stops kissing your head after a long kiss and kisses your cheek. and whispers three words that made your heart skip a beat when you heard it from him. three words that hold so many meanings.

"i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you so, so much, pretty. i hope you know that”

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ushiko · 2 years

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ushijima wakatoshi was a man of very few words but when he did say them they ran deep into your skin and seeped into the lines of your heart. He spoke in a soft tone only meant for you in the safe space of your home when the two of you are at your happiest. In the space where you could easily lay in one another’s arms and whisper sweet nothings to ear other all night. He would speak in his soft tone with the sweetest and sugary words rolling off his tongue.

“toshi how do I look in this dress?” you ask one night before attending the first event with ushijima.

his olive eyes rake down your body with the dress falling easily over your hips and curves with your skin shining easily under the dim lights.

a small smile passes his lips with his eyes shinning full of love and admiration for the person standing in front of him. he places his hands easily in your hips pulling you towards him till his lips laid against your forehead in the softest kiss.

“you look perfect, angel. like the prettiest star in the sky tonight.”

he never had a lot to say but when he did they laid heavy on your hot and made your skin flush with love. your heart pounded against your chest as the smirk crosses his lips watching your face flush with color. so sly with the simple words that fell from his lips, he knew exactly what he was doing.

ushijima wakatoshi's eyes told more than his words ever could. they easily shined under the sun showing everyone the small glimmer and sparkle in his eyes. they brightened whenever he looked at the small plants around the house or whenever he finally landed the spike he has been trying to land for weeks. they shined brightest when they looked at you everyone could see it. whenever he looked at you, he watched as if you held the world in your hands almost as if you were a goddess who ruled the world.

his eyes were a subdued color of olive that could beat any picture of nature. you could never look away from and the love that came through them was even more detailed than a picasso painting. normally, his eyes reflected the seasons of fall and winter with a dull brown reflecting with the olive making it a warm green showing his indifference to the world. however, whenever he saw your smile or heard your laugh, it was like the season changed in his eyes. the gold would shine through bringing in the summer and spring. the olive in his eyes brightens as he watches you smile or just simply looking at you was enough to make his eyes sparkle with fever for you.

"ushijima, what are you looking at?"

he smiles widely with his eyes showing that summer has come and the seasons have changed, " nothing, just looking at you."

"toshi! stop it! you are going to make me flustered!"

he laughs loudly and presses a small kiss on your lips," and it makes you even prettier."

his eyes looked prettier than a picture at that moment and you could never look away like you ever would.

#♥︎ taywrites #i honestly dont know what this is but...#im gonna post it anyways and hope it doesn't completely flop #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #haikyuu drabble #ushijima x y/n #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu

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thecookiebratz · 10 months

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"MMmmmM! Soo good~"

Short piece because I have like 20 drafts and only 3 finished. 👀 Dividers by @benkeibear as per usual! Give them all the kisses Soft dom Toji, positive name calling (Princess, Bunni, etc), its established that reader was in a less then loving relationship with Gojo, Toji licks his cum up.

Toji was going slow and deep with you. His thrust was sloppy and the noises coming from you two connecting were no better. "F-Fuchk baby" Toji couldn't hold in his groans anymore as he pulled out and pumped his dick till he was cumming on your stomach. His breathing was labored as he open his eyes to look down at you, it was easy to tell that your head was in another place. "Princess, you didn't cum" He could tell that his words snapped you out of it and you instantly went into apology mode "I'm so sorry Daddy. Please don't punish me, I swear I'll do better. Let's go again. I promise I'll do better. I'll be-" Your babbling got cut off by a kiss, a kiss you gave into as a tear ran down your cheek After a while, you both needed air so the kiss was broken, but Toji looked you in your eyes "Baby, I'm not Gojo. I love you, I won't hurt you for not cumming, That's such a stupid thing to punish someone for. Instead, I'm gonna give you all my attention and make you cum baby." It all escalated from there as Toji licked up your stomach, cleaning his cum off of you. "Where's my tongue?" his eyes locked with yours "O-On my t-tummy" You couldn't help the stuttering, the way his tongue felt sent shivers up your spine and made your back arch. "Good girl" he moved a little and asked "Where is it now?" as he licked a stripe "My thigh Daddy" "Such a good bunni" he took your clit in his mouth and used his tongue to flick it. "Fuck that's my clit"

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#(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Eat Me Up ♥#toji smut #cookie #black reader #toji drabbles #toji thirst #toji x black reader #toji x black y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #jjk toji

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naffeclipse · 1 year

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“Is that a bruise? Who put their hands on you?” or “Go out there and look pretty while I take care of things here.” If you're doing doing Sleuth Jester themed prompts still? Preferably with Y/N saying the second,,, Mainly because this series drove and still drives me insane with how well written it is. It reminds me perfectly of all the old noir detective vibes on top of the tension? The action? The fact y/n bruises like a peach half the time? The way there are so many callbacks- I lose my mind

“Go out there and look pretty while I take care of things here.”

There’s something you love about your detectives, aside from the chases and coy banter and escapes and lingering touches. Something that delights you without fail. Their surprise when you appear, like an angel descending from above, in the most unlikely of places, yet, they should have known. It’s you. You always surprise them.

A/N: Hope you like making a racket on a piano while making out with Detective Moon because that's what you're getting.

#literally wrote this for a kissing scene on top of a piano with one of your favorite detectives #time for catching up on some affection with one of the sleuth jesters #have a little drabble that was way too much fun to write ♥#sleuth jesters

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quinloki · 10 months

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Birthday Request Event

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

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Eustass Kid Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @swampstew

Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.

Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end

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

Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.

He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.

When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.

Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.

Damn him and his skills.

The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.

Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.

It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.

You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.

“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.

Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.

The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.

The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.

“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.

Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.

“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.

You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.

You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.

The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.

He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.

“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?

“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.

“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.

“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.

Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.

A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.

You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?

It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.

Not until he was ready.

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for the smut prompt game! 12- "I trust you." with Dew and Phantom? (if only one character is allowed I'll go with Phantom but these prompts feel more like there are supposed to be two so i just went with two by default)

Thanks, Scout!

"Are you sure about this?" Aeon looks at Dew. Knelt before him. Head tipped up, silky golden hair french braided down his back. Aeon tries not to think about wrapping it around his wrist, about pulling on it. Not yet. Dew blinks at him. Molten eyes narrowing as his brown furrows. Aeon catches the barest hint of an eye roll. He doesn't know what to do about it. He's not familiar with having Dew at his feet. Much more comfortable the other way around. With Dew's sharp grin pummeling him into submission. He feels out of his depth. He isn't sure about this. But Dew smiles up at him, eye roll a distant memory. He'd asked for this. Dew had dug his fingers into Aeon's forearm after their last show and said he needed help. He needed something only Aeon could give him. Aeon can feel the fizzle of quintessence right below his finger tips. The pulse of magic, ready to slip into Dew's body. To sink into his muscles, his brain, his blood. I want to drop. Dew said simply, matter-of-fact. Too easily for what he was asking. I need you to make me. Dew puts both of his hands on Aeon's thighs, strokes his thumbs high, almost brushing over where Aeon is getting chubby behind his zipper. Despite the worry that he'll do something wrong--he has to admit seeing Dew like this is nothing short of stunning. He looks so pretty on his knees, and when Aeon tells him as much, Dew preens. Grins. That same devious one Aeon has gotten used to seeing used as a weapon. "I trust you," Dew whispers. He leans forward, drags his tongue over Aeon's zipper. Judging by his raspy chuckle he feels how hard Aeon has gotten, feels the way his cock kicks beneath the distant warmth of Dew's mouth. Aeon reaches down, puts one of his hands on the side of Dew's head, framing an opalescent horn. He holds Dew's gaze. Dew's trust, he's learned, is hard earned. But he doesn't see anything else in those copper eyes. A hint of desperation maybe, devotion certainly, and trust that Aeon knows how to use his powers well enough to give Dew what he needs. "You know what to do if it's too much," Aeon asks. And Dew rolls his eyes again. Aeon will have to think of a way to punish him for that, another time maybe. When he feels less like the one who's head is stuffed full of cotton balls. Dew doesn't answer--the eye roll is enough. Aeon doesn't push. Instead he lets his magic bleed from his fingers. Cool and fizzling. Dew sags. Eyes rolling, but this time not in annoyance--in relief. The groan that falls from his lips is one Aeon will replay in his head for the rest of his time topside. "Yeah, fuck," Dew mumbles, "more." Aeon does as he's told. Dew sags further, presses his forehead to Aeon's hip. The noise the flood of quintessence rips from Dew's throat is enough to make every ounce of Aeon's anxiety worth it.

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