#BUT I WILL SPEAK TO MY BABYGIRL THE SECOND I HAVE THE CHANCE

[somerandompizzatowersideblog]

You are so evil to me for no reason/lh/nsrs

*Holding an ask blog above your head* Haha awww does the lil follower want the Bruno ask blog?? Hmm??? You want it?? You want the Bruno Pizza ask blog??? *Jingles it above your head like keys* Hmmm?? Lil baby wants the lil bbg blog? Hmm?? Is that right? You wanna talk to the now dead guy? Hmmmm??

[afterglowsainz]

so american | alex albon

pairing: alex albon x american!bsf!reader

summary: you don’t understand why it bothers you so much that alex met a new girl if he’s just your best friend

fc: claudia tihan

a/n: i love the fact that we all accepted as a community that so american is alex’s song

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[shaevilux]

People knock on Rhoam for being a bad dad cuz he's distant and stern to little Zelda and say how Rauru is the goat (heh) for taking her in like his own daughter. Like Zelda had her real parental connection with Sonia and Rauru. But frankly that's a little reductive.

Rauru literally descended from the heavens, married a priest, started a kingdom. Man didn't really know much strife yet. There's no looming threat of calamity or prophecy yet. Things are peaceful. Things are fine. Things are great. Zelda dropped in during this time, talking about a doom that's going to happen tens of thousands of years in the future.

This sad, lost princess.

Of course any reasonable person would take her in and calm her and tell her she is fine and listen and support her.

Rhoam not being able to be this kind of figure for Zelda is tragic. Just read this poor man's journal entries:

"It has been a year and three months since her mother passed. Perhaps she is held back by heartache too deep to heal. If the Ganon prophecy wasn't looming over our heads, I would tell her to take her time... To wait until she is ready. But our situation is dire and leaves no room for weakness—even on behalf of my beloved daughter. My heart breaks for Zelda, but I must act as a king, not a father. I must order her to train relentlessly at the fountain." Pg 4.

"In truth, I understand Zelda's feelings. Painfully so. She lost her mother, her teacher, before she could learn from her. Ten pointless years of self-training, without so much as a book or note to help her find her way... Those in the castle talk behind her back. And I, her only family, scold her for her shortcomings. No wonder she wishes to hide away in her beloved relic research. I'd love nothing more than to console her... But I must stay strong. She MUST fulfill her duty, just as we all must. Even if she comes to despise me." Pg 6.

"I have been told my Zelda went to the Spring of Wisdom... This will likely be her last chance. If she is unable to awaken her power at Lanayru, all hope is truly lost. If she comes back without success, then I shall speak kindly with her. Scolding is pointless now. I forced 10 years of training on her... and after all that, it seems her power will stubbornly awaken some other way. Perhaps I should encourage her to keep researching her beloved relics. They may just lead her to answers I can't provide. For now, I sit anxiously, more a father than a king in this moment. I sit and await my daughter's return." Pg 7. (He fucking dies and never gives Zelda this bit of closure uuuugggghhhhhhh Zelda I'm so sorry Rhoam I'm so sorry)

It sucks because most people remember the cutscenes (duh it's more immersive and important) and in the cutscenes of the first game Rhoam was mostly shown as being stern and mean to babygirl Zelda, who is closed fists explaining herself to him at the verge of tears. And in contrast everyone in the first royal family of hyrule in the second game treated her with such kindness and we can see how happy she was being there with them.

Rhoam was shackled by duty. By prophecy. By the looming calamity. And from the day he named his daughter 'Zelda' he shackled her as well.

And what does Zelda do with these shackles? She accepts them. She tolerates them. Because she loves her father and her kingdom and knows there's a power dormant in her that can stop the calamity that she must do her best to unlock. She does this dutifully. She does all the training, she does everything that is required.

But it still doesn't unlock. So she tries other ways. She isn't just going after the 'relics' because she's scholarly and nerdy and wants to learn about them. She does it because she's pragmatic. She knows her sacred sealing power isn't present in her. She knows she might not be able to control it or even unlock it in time.

So she tries this alternative approach. The Divine Beasts, the guardians. Ancient tech that was used to prevent the calamity of their time. And she awakened the tech. And her father chose the champions for each divine beast. And they were all prepared. And it's all thanks to Zelda.

And then... Fucking tragedy again. Ganon probably learned his lesson from the last time he was thwarted and immediately went for the tech, corrupting it and turning it against the new users. Against Zelda.

It's never really stated how fast it all turned to shit when the tech betrayed them (or maybe I don't remember) but every account points to it being almost overnight. The champions died. Rhoam died. And suddenly, suddenly Zelda unlocks her sealing magic.

I always always hate the literary trope of using tragedy to unlock a great power that could've actually stopped the tragedy from happening in the first place.

And it's no different in BOTW. I hate that Zelda had to go through all this to unlock her powers.

And then what happens next?

She's stuck in limbo (in an almost mocking parallel to Rauru in the next game with his imprisoning arm) holding Ganon back. For a hundred years.

This young woman had gone through so much only to be trapped with a calamity seeking to destroy Hyrule for a century.

Does she know her father died in the war? Does she know the champions died in battle? Would she know Link would survive in the Shrine of Resurrection? Would she know how long it would all take? The century she would have to wait?

I think she didn't. I think it all happened too fast. I think ultimately, she decided a stalemate with ganon was an agreeable outcome. I think in her mind she probably thought she failed Hyrule. When the divine beasts turned she must have been distraught. Distraught might not even cover it tbh. But at least... At least when the kingdom was brought to it's knees by the corrupted tech and was waiting for the final blow, she had the ability to ensure the final blow never came.

And oh boy I have a looot more to talk about regarding Tears of the Kingdom. But I do want to have a couple of more playthroughs of it to really formulate what I want to say.

[kadwrites]

entanglement | T.S

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summary ; your fate is now sealed

warnings ; arranged marriage trope, slow burn? , typos (english isn't my first language) , tommy being the babygirl that he is.

a/n ; i have beef with this secretary idk why. thank you guys for the support! id love to know what you guys think of this part<333

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you look out the window as he drives, trying to ignore the awkwardness between you two. your heart is almost beating out of your chest.

he glances at you as he drives, "who were the friends ya had over?"

you turn to look at him "huh?", it seems like no matter how often you talk to him, his voice still makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up

"the friends, the company ya had over this mornin' , who were they?" he repeats, a little slower this time

"oh my friends madeline and fiona, why?"

"do they know about this?" he glances at you again

"of course they do" you look at him even when he looks away, your mind starts to wander "are you... ashamed ?" you try not to sound too offended.

his brows pinch together in confusion, and you see it from his side profile "what?"

"of this, of me." you're still staring at him "is that why you don't want people to know about this? 'cause you're ashamed?"

"why would i be ashamed ?"

"i don't know, tommy. why would you?" your attitude seeped into your words , unfortunately.

"i'm not" he adds with a small chuckle

"is it cause my dad is a farmer?"

he turns to look at you for a second, with an almost amused expression "i don't care that your dad is a farmer."

"then why are you so secretive about it?" you ask again, casually. you needed to know why

"i just didn't think ya would want anyone to know, i'm giving ya chance to reconsider this before anything official 'appens."

you raise a brow at him "so this isn't official then?"

"i meant an engagement party, a public announcement. an entanglement that everyone will know about that ya wouldn't be able to escape."

"ya still think i'm being forced into this..." your voice is soft ,its almost a whisper as you connected the dots, your eyes roaming his face.

he doesn't respond back, he just takes a breath and keeps on driving.

"my father gave me a way out of this," you speak again, "i've had multiple chances to end this... entanglement or whatever the fuck ya want to call it. but i didnt take them."

"why not?" he asks almost immediately after, his eyes on you again

"because i didnt want to."

his eyes go back to the road , the rest of the drive is silent and you don't mind it. frankly you didn't know what other uncomfortable conversations you'd have if either one of you spoke again.

you don't wait for him to open the passenger door, you do it yourself. you two walk in and you groan internally, resisting the overwhelming desire to roll your eyes at the sight of the blonde secretary. her eyes lit up when she spots him and you could see her practically deflate as she saw you walk in with him.

"good mornin' , mr shleby." her voice is sweet, overly sweet you think you might gag at the sound of it.

he doesn't acknowledge her as he walks towards his office but only stops to turn, waiting for you to catch up. you walk and you both enter the office through the glass door, he leans down to whisper in your ear , not too close but close enough to make the air around you feel non-existent as you hold your breath.

"i'm still not fucking 'er , by the way."

it wasn't just the hairs on the back of your neck that stood, your whole body was now covered in goosebumps. you hold back the shudder that almost escaped you. he wasn't even that close but the sound of his voice, so near. the proximity, he's standing so close to you. you can almost physically feel the secretary staring, as if she wanted you to drop dead on the spot.

you let out a small chuckle, you hope that it masked the reaction that his words caused "you're not?" you don't move though, you're too scared. maybe you didn't want to ruin the moment

"i'm not."

you nod as you lean back and look at him, your nod is slow "i believe you" you say softly before taking a seat on that same chair

he takes his coat off and hangs it, then walks and heads for his chair "your only condition to our marriage is for your parents to be financially supported, correct?"

you nod again "correct."

he rereads a paper that he grabbed , before handing it to you "you wanted it in writing."

you hesitate before grabbing the paper yourself, your eyes skim through the black ink. you lick your lips as you see the word 'marriage' and see both of your names and then see his signature on the bottom. and an empty spot for your signature, he hands you a pen

"ya still 'ave one more chance."

your eyes snap up at him, before you grab the pen, you put the paper back on the desk and then sign it.

"and now i don't"

you two don't take your eyes off eachother, as you both acknowledged what just happened, that your fate was now sealed

"an engagement party is in order now, aye?"

you huff a small laugh "yeah, and it'll be fucking grand."

-

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I’m obsessed with the way u write Tommy, the witty dialogue is so >>>> lately I’ve been fixated on the drunk MCC video so if you’d like to write a oneshot based on that it would be super appreciated! Reader probably takes beky’s spot so they’re on the same team, and the more drunk they get the more affectionate and distracted they get and the chat is just eating it up teehee

I actually had to hunt down the video because I haven’t seen it… for anyone curious the video is called “Minecraft But I’m Drunk”!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Flirting Fools

“IM JUST KEN, WHEN I SEE LOVE I SEE YOUR BALLS—“

The cider you were drinking—same one that Tommy had stocked up on—ends up on your monitor rather than down your throat. Whose idea was it to do a drunk MCC again? Oh, yeah, Tommy fucking Innit.

“Why can’t you say hello like a normal person?” You sigh, wondering if Tommy even has his headphones on.

“Y’know, I want to watch the woman movie but my girlfriend insists I see it with her and I haven’t had the chance.” Jack says, speaking up.

“Oh, Jack, you have a girlfriend?” Tommy asks.

“Acting like you aren’t dating someone too.” You say pointedly, giving a deadpan look to your camera.

“Because you’re amazing! The El-Oh-Em-El! Love of my life!”

“Never spell an acronym out loud again.” You plead.

“What’s an acronym?”

Tubbo’s laugh in the background seems more like a cry of help.

-

“We’re dropping like Fortnite!” Jack exclaims just as the floor vanishes from under you and everyone is out into elytra mode.

“Shit wait we’re playing Fortnite? We playing Fortnite?” Tommy immediately hops on the joke, and you mentally tune him out.

“I love Fortnite!” Jack agrees eagerly. Twenty seconds later, he dies. “I fucking hate Fortnite!”

“I died too.” You inform him, picking up the can of alcoholic cider to take a drink.

“WAIT!” Tommy screeches. “Cheers! Cheers with me!”

You raise your drink to your camera, assuming Tommy is doing the same in his office. Afterward, Tommy slurps his drink far too close to his mic.

“I’m gonna vomit.” Tubbo declares.

“Don’t back down and give up, that’s some shit Kenergy.”

-

“Guys, I just bought myself a pack of ‘Colon the Caterpillar’ and if we win MCC I’ll open them.” Tommy’s voice announces during the loading between games. Do you know what that means? No. Do you want some? Fuck yes.

“Share. Share? Share?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

“Come over babygirl.” Tommy answers you. For a second, there’s a complete pause in the call. “…I’m going to kill myself.”

“What the FUCK?” Jack shouts.

“Tom, Tom— never say that again.” Tubbo pleads, are you’re inclined to agree.

“Maybe just… keep your mouth shut.” You advise Tommy.

-

“Oh, Jesus, it’s harder to stream when the— when.” Tommy says, quite eloquently.

“Ah, yes, I when the when all the time with you.” You agree.

“We are when the when-ers.”

“Can you two shut up?” Jack asks.

-

You grit your teeth, groaning when a player kills you, picking up your drink again. Slowly but surely, you’re getting drunker and drunker. So much for not having a hangover tomorrow.

“We’ve literally gotta get this dub guys or I don’t get my sweets.” Tommy reminds everyone. “Why is talking like fuckin’ on extreme difficulty?”

“Is it?” You ask idly, taking another drink just for fun.

“Worse than when I’m kissin’ you and shit.” He confirms.

“Stop making Tubbo and I the third wheel.” Jack pleads.

You grin, laughing. “Nah.”

-

“Listen to me now! Look me in the eyes!” Tubbo says, his character moving to stand directly in front of Tommy’s. “You’re my best friend okay and we’ll get you through this.”

“Tom, Tommy, Toms, listen to me.” You giggle, moving to stand next to Tubbo. “You are my boyfriend. And I will not get you through this.”

“Okay, fuck, well I gotta listen to you. Sorry Tubbo.”

“Oh.”

-

“I’m gonna get the coins in the middle!” After his declaration, Tommy sprints to the middle platform and starts mining away at the yellow coin block.

“Jesus fuck, At least wait!” You sigh, shooting a random person.

“Wha— how are you getting them?” Jack agains, laughing wildly. “How is that working?”

“Cause I’ve got backup! My backup’s the best!” Tommy responds, turning in circles.

“You know I’ve always got your back.” You answer.

“Cause you’re cool like that. You got the moves like Jagger.”

“That I do, Tom Simons. That I do.”

-

“Y’know what? It makes me quiet.” Tommy gives no context, leaving you on your own to puzzle out that he’s talking about being drunk.

“Huh? We literally got plastered that one time and you wouldn’t shut up.” You disagree.

“Well, yeah, ‘cause it was you.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Means I like talking to you, bitch.”

“And you don’t like talking to me?” Jack asks. “Oh, yeah, I see how it is.”

“I got priorities man!” Tommy defends himself.

“Priorities being…?” You question, giggling.

“You.”

-

“I’ve got to say, I think there’s a huge lack of focus on the team.” Jack says, coughing pointedly.

“I think I’ve got to agree with you Jack.” Tubbo hums.

“Yeah, and it ain’t us Tubbo.”

“The fuck you saying about me and my boyfriend?” You ask, splash potion of harming in your hand. “You wanna fucking repeat that?”

“No no no no— you guys are great! Teen love— TUBBO RUN—“

-

“Tommyinnit meet and greet on the rocks outside the pier in Brighton at 1am?” Tommy asks. “Any muggers don’t go there though.”

“I’ll go with. Mug both of us.” You offer.

“Yeah, we team that shit. Power of love right there.”

“Love lets people get mugged together?” Jack laughs.

“Not all love Jack.” Tommy corrects.

“Just ours.” You agree with Tommy. “Our love is special, Jack.”

“Oh, it’s certainly something.”

-

Sands of Time has you immediately frowning at the screen and taking another drink. It’s such a shit game, it deserves to be drank to.

“I went to the bathroom guys and I was just like oh by the way…”

There’s a second where you, Tubbo, and Jack wait for Tommy to finish his sentence. He doesn’t.

“‘Oh by the way’ what?” Jack finally asks.

“Oh— oh, I just stopped.” Tommy laughs. Cackles, more like.

“Oh by the way I’m coming over to your place after?” You ask him.

“Really? We can watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see, if you want.” He doesn’t even blink at the subject change.

“Works for me. Might be a bit before I sober enough to not get murdered in the streets though.”

“I’ll just come get you, love.”

“You’re drunker than me.”

“I’ll scare everyone off with my many muscles.”

“Do you even have one?” Tubbo asks. “One muscle?”

“Many manly muscles.” Tommy doubles-down.

“I’ll just walk.” You sigh.

-

“Guys stop calling me ‘daddy Tommy’ I’m clearly a twink.”

“Tom?” You ask.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, please.”

“Whatever you say!”

-

<Tommyinnit> Tubbo kisses his cousins

“I do not!” Tubbo exclaims, outrage painting his voice.

“I’ve seen Tubbo bare-lipsing his cousins.” Jack argues immediately.

“Have you?” You ask Jack.

“I’d kiss you even if you were my cousin.” Tommy says to you. “That’s how much I love you.”

“You’d what?”

“No, cause it’s my love.”

“Tom, man, I think it’s time for you to be done.” Jack says wisely.

“Well, no, cause what’s wrong with what I said?”

“So many things. So so many things.”

-

When you blink your eyes open the next morning, everything is hazy and painful. A throbbing headache makes you immediately close your eyes against the bright sunlight of morning, only for you to try again a few moments later.

There's a weight thrown across your middle; upon further inspection, it's Tommy's arm. Heavy and warm, and also keeping you trapped next to him.

"Tom." You groan, knowing that you need some water and Aspirin. He probably does too, considering he definitely drank more than you. "Tom, please."

He mumbles something, barely relenting his grip on you. It's just enough so that you can stretch across the bed to grab your phone from the charger. There's a few messages from friends checking up on you and Tommy (including a shit ton from Wilbur that you're just going to... ignore...) but you swipe open social media.

Only to immediately close it when you realize that you and Tommy are trending for what happened during MCC last night. Although it could very well also have been from the photo Tommy posted of you two kissing, to be fair.

"Stop moving." Tommy groans, pressing his face into your shoulder.

"We need Aspirin and water." You tell him. "And we're trending on Twitter."

"No." His hold on you tightens. "Five more minutes."

You know damn well five minutes will be ten, then thirty, then two hours, but you relent either way.

"Five more minutes."

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

[7:50] Nakamoto Yuta (smut)

♡ Pairing : Dilf! Nakamoto Yuta x F! Reader

♡ Warnings : Smut Ahead!! Father'sbestfriend! Yuta, aged up! Yuta, spoiled brat! Reader, single! Yuta (if anyone's wondering), corruption kink, nicknames (little one, babygirl, etc.), lots of making out, size kink, my fav sex position written (read to find out hehe), spanking, degradation, daddy kink, dacryphilia kink.

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Warning : Smut Under Cut!!!

If you knew you were going to meet your father's best friend at this big business party, you would probably have worn a much sexier dress. But oh well you didn't. Your eyes followed Yuta as you stood next to your dad where he spoke to other high official people. You didn't give a shit about what they were talking about, and you paid zero attention to your surroundings as your mind drifted off to places looking at the older man.

He walked over to you after having caught your dirty look on him, Yuta would lie if he said he didn't want to bend you over and fuck his best friend's daughter mercilessly. Yuta would always catch you giving him those innocent looks, your eyes begging him to fuck you in front of everyone. It was safe to say that, Yuta's night always ended with a good hour in the shower jerking off at the thought of his best friend's daughter.

Your thighs rubbed together and your breath hitched when Yuta walked closer, standing just inches away from you as he spoke to your dad. Your eyes trailed down to his buff chest, and the way his black tuxedo was covering the beauty you wanted to reveal to your eyes. Your eyes travelled up to be met with his plump lips, and you gulped slowly when his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, his saliva getting chapped on his beautiful red lips.

You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when your father turned in your direction,"Y/n I have to speak to other business officials, behave with Yuta while I'm gone." Your father walked away after receiving a firm nod from you, leaving you with Yuta and suddenly both of you were caught up in thick sexual tension.

Your eyes travelled back to his face only to find his dark eyes pinned on you. Your breath hitched when you felt his eyes scan your body or more like he was stripping you down from your clothes. Yuta had no regret while he eye-fucked you in front of everyone, he smirked when he noticed the way you sucked in a breath and clenched your thighs together.

You almost let out a scream when Yuta's hand pulls you across the room and to a dark corridor. Though you had questions about how he found the but you just brushed away your thoughts quickly. Yuta pushed you against the wall, his hand coming up to grip your chin, you shudder when you feel the way his fingertips graze over your skin.

"Now, little one, why don't we just get to the main topic." You inhaled sharply when his hands grasped your hips, pulling you against him, you could feel his bulge pressing against your abdomen making you gasp loudly. You quickly got over the shock and cupped his face with your hands, you smirked as you pulled him down for a rough kiss. Your lips pursed his, and his hands groped your ass through the velvet dress making you gasp into the kiss and giving him a chance to take the lead in the kiss.

Your lips moved in sync with each other as his tongue trapped yours, and soon his tongue explored every corner of your mouth. No one had ever kissed you so filthily making you crave for more. Your hands grasped his shoulders and your back leaned backwards, hitting the wall as he continued to devour your mouth.

You slowly broke apart after a few seconds to catch a breath, Yuta's fingers grazed over your jaw line, "We shouldn't be doing this, sweetheart." Hearing his sentence you whined loudly making his eyes narrowing at your pathetic state. "B-But you just started it. Now I'm all soaking wet for you." His eyes darken at your sentence as he smirks at you before pulling apart from your figure. "I never leave anything unfinished, princess." Saying that Yuta walked away with a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he left you there all hot and bothered.

You quickly fix your hair and dress before walking back to the room to find Yuta having his wine as he spoke to your father. You rolled your eyes as you took a seat on the nearest chair. Your eyes followed Yuta the whole time and Yuta could make out you were damn angry.

You were currently pressed against the door of your dad's home office, your hands pinned above your head, your back arching into the door as Yuta buried his head in the crook of your neck. His lips left dark trails of hickeys as his tongue licked your bruised part, his hands slowly ripped every piece of clothing on your body. Who knew Yuta's day would turn out to be like this when he was asked to get some documents from his house by your father?

You squirmed in his hold and your thighs rubbed against each other for friction as your hands gripped onto his hair. You gasped loudly when you felt him rip away your panties harshly and his fingers dove into your heat, rubbing circles over your wet pussy. You moaned when you felt one of his fingers slip past your hole, quickly penetrating into you. Yuta smirked against your neck and trailed his kisses down to your abdomen.

You gasped when you felt his plumpy lips suck on your clit, his hand gripped your hips and his tongue licked over your clit. You moaned desperately, letting out a pathetic 'm-more'. Yuta instantly threw your right leg over his shoulder and two more of his fingers slipped into your wet hole. His tongue licked on your pussy feverishly causing him to look like he was starving for days.

His fingers started to thrust at a fast pace making you close your eyes shut as you cried out in pleasure. Tears filled your eyes when you felt his fingers brush over your G-spot causing you to let out a loud phonographic moan. Your hips shudder against his hold while your pussy bursts around his fingers, coating his long slender finger with your cum.

Pulling out his finger, Yuta's lips latched on to his fingers as he licked them clean. He gave you a smirk before rising to his feet, "Told you baby girl, I don't leave things unfinished." Your hair was a complete mess and your eyes had turned hazy when you pulled him down for a rough and passionate kiss. His hands pulled up your legs as you wrapped them around his waist as he took you towards your dad's desk.

Placing you on the desk, his hands tangle themselves with your hair while you slowly unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it away. Your hands made their way to his belt, unbuckling it in a clumsy way. Helping you, Yuta quickly got out of his pants and boxers and threw them on the pile of clothes in the corner, not yet breaking the kiss. Your tongues danced with each other, devouring each other's mouths. You moaned softly when you felt his tip tease at your entrance as you pulled away.

But to your utter shock, Yuta pulled away from your lips making you whine as you pray he's not leaving. You almost shriek when Yuta pulls you onto your feet and turns you around harshly. And before you knew it, you were forced to bend over, and your face was currently pressed against the wooden table as his hand held your neck firmly.

"I'm going to fucking ruin this pussy. Just like how I wanted to." Wetness seeped out of your cunt at his words as you whimpered pushing your ass back into his hips. Yuta's hand comes down to harshly strike against your ass causing you to moan loudly. "Such a slut. You like that don't you?" Hearing just a loud moan from your side, Yuta furrowed his eyebrows as his hands came down to strike at the flesh of your ass again.

"Fucking Answer me." "Y-Yes Daddy." Yuta's hands caressed your red asscheeks before his hand strikes your ass again causing you to moan out loudly. Tears welled up in your eyes and you let out a gasp when you felt him push his length inside you, stretching you completely. You cried out from the burning sensation, "D-Daddy, Too big." Yuta smirked at your words before pulling out a slamming his whole cock back into you causing you jerk forwards.

Tears streamed down your face as your hands held on to the edges of the table, "Well you fucking fit perfectly around my cock princess. Such a tight hole for me." Your moans got louder as he soon rammed his cock into you, his hands momentarily coming down to smack your ass. "Such a fucking filthy slut. Sprawled out for me like my fucking fuck toy."

His hand gripped your left thigh harshly before pulling your leg back a little, giving himself more access to your pussy. His cock hit deep corners in you, he angled his cock to penetrate harshly at your sweet spot. Your moans turned into screams as tears soaked the hard wood of the table. And before you knew it, you were cumming undone around his thick long cock.

Yuta cursed loudly as he fastened his pace, his dick ramming into your cock at an animalistic pace. Yuta suddenly pulled out, and his hand wrapped around his twitching cock as he jerked himself. You gasped when you felt ropes of cum sputtering onto your sweaty back. Your thighs rubbed at each other as you soon came untouched due to the heat of the situation. Your juices seeped out of your used cunt and flowed down your thighs as you raised yourself.

Yuta gave your ass one last spank before pulling you outside of the room. Well now who's going to explain to your dad why it took so long for Yuta to get the documents?

This is like my personal fav now!! Damn I loved writing this man.

[dittaturamonegasca]

I think there should bé a fic where anyone from the grid would be third wheeling Landoscar, like, have you seen how these two interact.

So, I lack the ability and the time of f1writingbyme and LestappenForever to make this idea into a proper work like they did for "How (Not) To Third Wheel Lestappen" (check it out on Ao3 if you haven't already, definitely worth it) BUT BUT BUT, I can tell you how I think most of the grid would react in third wheeling Landoscar!

1) I feel like we should spare Checo, cause honestly this man has had enough as third wheel of Maxiel and Lestappen, I don't wanna give him extra traumas, SO –

2) Logan Sargeant: this one I really feel guilty about. Cause I like the narrative of him and Oscah being besties and still I cry over the sad edits of Logan just left behind. I think Landoscar with Logan has the most space for improvement?? I forgive Oscar even tho he definitely ghosted the poor Logan for the whole honeymoon phase with Lando (it's been almost two years, Osc, get a grip). I have a feeling Logan will speak up at some point and this would shake Oscar a little, so maybe he would be the more aware and more involved third wheel, possibly? They'll end up doing triple video-games championships with Lando and Logan mocking Oscar's gaming skills, mark my words.

3) Carlos Sainz: my man how does it feel to know you've wasted your chance (multiple chances, lets be real) for good? I have mixed ideas about this one, cause I think it would probably being more like Lando struggling to keep them both as close as possible resulting in Oscar being rightfully jealous 👀👀 so the third wheeling situation would be like Lando trying to involve a very annoyed and confused Carlos in their things (safe for work, ofc). I don't really see a way out of it.

4) Daniel Ricciardo: I mention him but I can't really explain cause honestly my idea of Daniel third-wheeling Landoscar is either him babysit them around Australia and bonding with Oscar over weird aussie habits OR OR OR something very NOT SAFE WORK so ( ... )

5) Max Verstappen: I love to think he'll remain an unbothered king, you know? Like he's well aware and a bit upset that his crepes companion invited someone else (beside from Daniel) to their dessert dates and that the two of them acts like lovebirds even without an actual physical contact. He'll probably send SOS texts to Charles and Daniel until a topic of (his) interest comes out and honestly at that point the power of maxplaining will win over pretty much everything and everyone. At the end of the day Landoscar turn out to be the real victims.

6) George Russell: poor thing was originally invited for a golf morning from Carlos (Landoscar were already supposed to attend), but Chili called off last minute so Georgie ended up with just the others two. LET ME TELL YOU he jumped off the golf cart cause he saw Lando placing a hand on Oscar's thigh and feared for his life. It took several minutes for them to notice he was aggressively walking behind. He was also hit by a golf ball because Oscar distracted Lando for a second too long, I guess you can figure out the rest.

7) Special mention to the PR and the McLaren team in general who's main job rn is having them to SIMPLY F O C U S outside the pit for like interviews and debriefings. I can picture Lando losing it after hearing a single compliment like "SO YOU THINK I'M PRETTY", cause ✨babygirl✨ energy hitting here and there, even tho he has tried to be somehow a model for Oscar, at least for what concerns work. Indeed I pity trainers and strategists bc ofc Oscar listens at them, but image them trying to explain a concept to him just for Lando to get there and rephrase it in the dumbest way possible and Oscar going like OHHHHH NOW I GOT IT, COULDN'T YOU EXPLAIN IT THAT WAY?

8) This is mostly a guilty pleasure but do we all agree they torture the entire f1 group chat with their subtle flirting?

IDK if this was what you had in mind but I really REALLY had fun writing it.

So let me know what you think in the comments down below, if you agree or if you want me to make it longer and/or more detailed or just to focus on a specific one in particular?

Again, my dms and box section are open to discussions, requests and any sort of (respectful) thing!

PEACE OUT 🤌🏻❤️

[inkysqueed]

for the ask game, it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on?... (for final fantasy; take your pick from tictacs, dissidia or ffiv if you need it more specific?)

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

hmmm I'm gonna be mary mary quite contrarian and argue that many people sleep on edge or even ffiv as a whole. I'll stick with edge here though because he's my babygirl

most content i see of edge at a cursory glance is shipping (so true) or making fun of him for being a loser (which fair i guess) but he's so much more than failing to bag rydia. he's passionate, he's emotional-- he's one of the few characters i've seen that gets to live and even chill out after their violent quest of revenge. Especially in final fantasy!!

Edge moves on from the grief of losing his parents though! he governs eblan as he sees fit even if others voice uncertainty in his methods (the conversation he has where he says he's selling eblanian treasures to pay for rebuilding comes to mind), he wants peace and is willing to dismantle what is essentially eblan's military in the name of fostering good will between his nation and the nations that his friends now lead. Such a far cry from the spoiled and angry prince that Cecil, Rosa, Kain, and Rydia met in the caves near Eblan. and speaking of her-- I'm fine with the way his and rydia's 'relationship' ends in the after years. they could be more later, like whatever, but both still have conversations to undertake and growth to make if that is to be the case. (I'd say this even about any other edge ship though, including beloved dragonhide aka edge/kain)

Edge did a sweet thing in convincing Rydia's adoptive parents to come see her and to watch Cuore (who adores him im not taking any suggestions) while she gets to catch up with them-- again it really shows how much more mature Edge is compared to the end card he gets with Rydia at the wedding in the end of ffiv.

im not saying edge is perfect or better than the rest of the cast but i shrimply think people should give him a second chance. smiles cutely

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Observations on ep 7:

"Learn to love yourself." Where's that gif set?!?

Wow. There's been absolutely NO talk of Ray's father so far (unless I forgot about it) and yet him just turning up at the hospital speaks VOLUMES.

I'm a simple girl...and a complete hoe for t-shirt slogans that comment on the storyline. "Make love not war" when Boston is going into battle: A+. But I'm not sure what the show was aiming for with "Friends don't let friends go to Stanfund" (I think that's what it says).

Oh poor babygirl Nick 😢 Vi has absolutely the right url. @disasterbabygirlnick

I agree with Mew not just giving Top a second chance. He's young, Top is his first partner, he'll have so many more opportunities to meet someone else if he wants. Why not just shut Top out. In other bls, their relationship and bond would be romanticised to the point where I would accept the fantasy of their 'destiny' to be together, but in this show I'd be telling both Mew and Top to leave it be. Move on. Find other people. (I'm also here for the mess that may arise from the situation and even if they do end up together but I'd also be ok with them not getting back together 🤷🏽‍♀️).

First's smile is something else, man.

Oh! It's The Scene!

*she squints* "Praying for forgiveness" and "I've been living with the demons that I got in my soul" on Cheum's top: 👏🏼Outstanding.

I think Book and Force work great together but I'd HAPPILY watch other shows with Book paired with other actors. HAPPILY.

Neo and Book. 🔥

Oh wow. MARK!!

And another. "Outkast". No notes.

DRAKE!! WHY IS HE SO NARAK?!

I think I like this plan by Mew...but honestly, I think he could have just asked for the video. I have a feeling Gap probably would have given it to him (or maybe not now that I watched the whole scene). But omg why does Gap not turn the damn computer off before going for a shower. Mew is a stranger to him 🤦🏽‍♀️

Also. Hello, Drake has been working out.

Is it just me or has Mew shifted his style/look this ep?

Wait. Is this house the same as in Mama Gogo (and something else)? @colourme-feral

Mew's face is DELIGHTFUL when Boston shuts the laptop. DELIGHTFUL.

N e o a n d B o o k again. 🔥🔥

Oh Mew. I wouldn't say out loud that you want the honour student title. That's exactly something Boston might use to retaliate against you.

And Top is just embarrassing himself now.

I understand Mew attempting to move out of the friend-zone with Ray, to give him a chance and to be with someone who cares about him and who he trusts about that, but I feel like if he never saw Ray as more than a friend, I can't see things changing that much - if it hasn't already happened, it probably won't happen. And as for Ray, he might always wonder if Mew really does love him or if he 'settled' and that Mew might get drawn away by an attraction to someone else in the future. It just doesn't feel like it would work out, and in the meantime Sand is right there if Ray could just let Mew go.

Gosh, next week looks so good.

[pastel-rights]

Do you have any favorite sona designs?

... actually, I do have my biases towards different sona designs, yeah. Especially since I've drawn so many of them and I just have a collection of the official council-approved sonas. I can name a few under the cut~

Let's see... this IS in a somewhat particular order tbh? Not least favorite bias to most favorite bias but... I DO have my favorite sonas, both lore-wise and design-wise. You'll see as I get further down that I DO say "so and so is my third/second/most favorite" or whatever but the beginning bit is just. YOU. you know. Well, that's enough of that, let's actually get into this, huh.

I think the first sona I want to mention is Blackwail actually! ( Originally designed by @paperbcy )

Blackwail is Yuu's sona, and I've always had a certain affinity towards their sona, even if I didn't get the chance to draw them a ton. I loved their purple and red color palette a lot, and they were always just really delightful to draw in any capacity. They were always just... a lot of fun. And their different AU variants were always so silly, especially Whitewail and Doodlewail...

Of course, I can't talk about Blackwail without mentioning their right-hand protagonist, Nerissa! Nerissa isn't a sona technically speaking, but rather, she is an in-universe character Blackwail created! And ough she's so pretty I'm SKJEDFNKSJDFNKSJDNF /j

I think a good shoutout here would be their hospital variants? I like them a ton, but... not so MUCH they get their own spot. But they are very pretty variant designs and I do feel they are worth the mention.

...

I think the next sona worth mentioning is Pins' two personas!! Personally, me? I love the Eel Sona, she's always been my favorite out of the two sonas, so I'll mostly be talking about her. ( Originally designed by @one0p1nk )

Miss Eel is just sO PRETTY. I love her. Mwah. I want to give her a kiss (on the cheek) (respectfully) (and with permission)

Okay so enough of that, but I just really love what Miss Eel has going on with her palette and design... I really love those purples and the pops of white and pink. I also just love the butler-like vibes Miss Eel has going on, and the characterization of Miss Eel is just sooo good. Pins usually goes with the pink version of her sons (Miss Vampire) and usually that's the version you will see me draw most times but let it be KNOWN Miss Eel has a special place in my heart.

Miss Eel doesn't have a ton of lore unfortunately so she won kind of based on aesthetic appeal (and dream world shenanigans) over some other options inside my folder of sonas... hehe...

...

The next one is going to be... Linzer! ( Originally designed by yours truly )

I love myself a bad bitch with red hair I won't even lie to you.

Linzer makes her way onto this list for a few reasons. Design-wise, she's mostly neutral colors with this pretty red color for her hair. Lore-wise, she's an author who's responsible for stories such as "The Emerald Masquerade", "The Theatre of Darkness", and "The DECORA Incident" to name a few. She's supposed to be the version of me who runs Essence and AU lore!

I don't know what it is in particular that I adore about Linzer specifically, I just kind of enjoy Linzer as a whole in general, more than some of the other sonas. She's also just a bad bitch in general so. bonus points!!

...

This one might come as a surprise to you guys but... I think Satoru and Nihil are my third favorite sonas...??????

Especially if you know the beef I have outwardly with Satoru himself and how MEAN he is to my poor poor wife... He's actually really chill and fun behind closed doors. And he's really funny (he needs to stop calling me babygirl though /j) and I think this sona just captures their vibes really well... a little too well actually... it's giving "silly little freak" actually. I also like his secondary form a ton, ngl??? His secondary form technically has a different name but that's for later (not EVER /j)

As for Nihil, unfortunately, those two are kind of just "do not separate" coded. I really like Nihil lore wise and design wise, which is why she's so high up among the several dozen sonas. You might think these two are new, and you'd be. half wrong??? Satoru is new, yeah, but Nihil has been around for a while now, she just finally got herself officially drawn alongside Satoru.

Enter: The Boundary Walker.

That's Nihil's title! She's present in a lot of AUs and concepts (as well as the world where my ocs all originate from), but always on the outside, looking in. She's a record keeper and the main manifestation of an entity known as "The Nihility", which is where her name originates from.

and like, the lore these two have is it's own whole thing that also kind of got them all the way up here but that isn't what you came to hear so.

...

Okay so. Don't be mad. But my second favorite sona... isn't just one. But rather, everyone from the Halloween sona set. But if I had to choose just one, then.......... these two. Specifically, Joe. (The one on the left side in purple)

Simply put... these two are the highest up here because they are based on video game hackers! The purple and green color schemes the two of them has going on has always been one of my favorite schemes, but Joe in specific is based on a galaxy, and galaxies are one of my favorite things in the world to color...

I also just really love the asymmetry in the design, it's all over their design. I also think Klai's complimenting design just really adds to Joe's Halloween design?? Joe's design in a mix of light colors with a pop of neon purple, while Klai's is more the opposite, dark and neon with a pop of light green and white. Alongside these, they both have the other's signature color somewhere in their design and. God, I love it when designs compliment each other heheh.

As for them lore wise... chaotic hackers... chaotic hackers for life... look at them... this IS favoritism at its finest...

Joe and Klai just have really nice base sonas in GENERAL anyways so... I simply put a trick or treat spin on them and if Halloween isn't my favorite holiday <3

...

oh we're at number one already??? wow. damn.

so you might be wondering HOW did I get all the way up here to my number one, my FAVORITE sona, the sona to SLAY all other sonas... without even ONE of my wife's several sonas appearing??? It's baffling, I know!

Do I just not love my wife enough? Have I BETRAYED MY MUSE.

...

no lmao

Tae has so many really nice and really pretty sonas, like Tama, Tazai, Jason and more. And honestly, it was kind of hard to choose just one Tae sona since, there's so many and they're all so pretty...

And I hate to disappoint everyone by saying that it isn't Tazai and Yabel taking the number one spot.

It's surprising, yeah. From the amount of stuff I've drawn of them to their complete character lore to just how much I love Tazai (for better or for. worse.) and while he's quite far up there... I could never fully say he was my favorite sona. Not just of Tae's but out of everyone total.

And yeah, Yabel is a really fun sona both lore-wise and to draw but she was never my favorite of my own sonas either. But still I can't deny the facts those two would always be the most well-known and most popular sonas I've ever created and I probably ever WILL create.

Everyone knows their name, their faces, their personalities, and who they are as sonas. As people.

They are well known and well-loved for a reason.

......... but they aren't my favorite. Sorry if you bet money on them even appearing in this list /j

But, uh. my favorite sona of all time is actually someone I hate drawing lmao. Funnily enough. There isn't anything wrong with his design per say, I just struggled with it a lot... so it always put me a little off of drawing him again.

I've drawn this sona a total of... one time... (well technically twice because I JUST drew him today specifically for this ask when I realized I didn't have ANY other art of him... but that doesn't really count to me) which speaks to the testimony of whatever the FUCK he's got going on lmao. Every sona on this list has been drawn at least three times (with the Halloween sonas being an exception) so to only be drawn once... seemed a little dramatic for the number one spot...

Insert, the number one spot and the pain in my ass.

this guy.

...

yeah. /lh

There's a multitude of reasons I gave him this top spot... but if I had to give just one right now... it's something many of the others here on this list kind of lack to be honest?

... I just think he's silly! He's just generally (hehe, general) a lot of fun no matter what situation he is in, and he just has a really sweet and pleasant personality??? Like... he's just a guy. Everyone else has so MANY thoughts behind their eyes...

but this is just the look of a man who loves his wife

Everything about this sona (he doesn't technically have a name...) is just... really soft. He looks as sweet and soft as he actually is and he's just. really pleasant to look at????

I kind of just want to give him a kiss on the cheek he's so pretty. aaaaaaa.

He's always got this soft, almost dream-like expression that you just don't get with most sonas. Like, it isn't JUST tae sonas, no it's ALL of my sonas.

I don't know what it is, I can't really explain it without getting into the lore and the aus and his secondary variant and this post is already super long so you'll just have to take him as IS.

[mysecretclosetfiction]

Dramatics

Part 3

You hear a soft knock on the front door

"Come in" you yell from the kitchen,busy washing the salad

"Hello" you hear your gf say and before you have a chance to turn around you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and a kiss on your neck. You gently smile and take it all in. You loved the princess treatment she was consistently giving you even when you were upset with her or vice versa. As you slowly begin to turn in her embrace you notice her cheeky smile as she steps a step back bringing her other arm from behind her back, extending it towards you holding the most beautiful bouquet of pink roses.

"Thank you babe" so say smiling and smelling them "they are my favorite"

"I know babygirl" Rhea states before kissing your temple "so what are we making and how can I help you" she questions

Looking for a vase you respond "salmon,salad and potatoes"

"Yummy my favorite" she screams excitedly

By her calm demeanor you realize you can relax. At least for now. Too bad your anxious mind is preparing you for all hell braking lose. When everything is in the oven Rhea takes your hand walking you to the sofa. With one swift movement she pulls you down to sit on her lap and kissing your cheek. You quickly pull away, sitting next to her still avoiding her eyes. Unfortunately for you those blue orbs don't leave your face for even a second. She furrows her brows in a worrying matter. Braking the uncomfortable silence "baby I..." putting her finger on your chin, tilting it upwards, making your gaze meet hers. At that moment everything you've been holding in comes crushing down. You felt your heart sink and started to sob uncontrollably. Rhea doesn't say anything,she just pulls you back on her lap, wrapping her arms around your back as you continue to sob in her neck, making her shirt wet. This was the first time she ever saw you cry which made you feel even worse. She started drawing circles on your upper back whispering in your ear "let it go babygirl, don't hold it in"

Her voice is so soothing making you feel safe. You've never let her see you this vulnerable before, because you were convinced you'd feel even more disgusting, but somehow in this moment of everything being wrong she feels right. As your mind starts to calm down the feeling of sadness gets replaced by embarrassment. Rhea stops making circles on your back and you know you'll have to face her any moment now. You slowly pull your head up from her shoulder avoiding her worried gaze by staring at the painting behind your sofa. She reaches for your hand, kissing the back of it before calmly speaking. " Love what's going on?"

The worry in her voice made your heart sink again and as you were trying to speak up you felt your throat closing up tears filling your eyes making you unable to express yourself. Instead you just fell back against Rhea's chest. She kisses the top of your head, putting her arms around you once more and gently assures you "it's okay my love. Take your time. I'm here and you're safe"

You pull back from her,tears spilling down your heated cheeks and Rhea reaches towards you wiping them away.

"I thought you're here to break up.." you say barely audible still avoiding looking at her

"WHAT?!" Rhea's eyes widen in shock

"Baby why the hell would I ever want that? I'm not insane, I don't want to break up. Why would you ever think that?"

You stayed quiet trying to sort your running thoughts which got interrupted by your oven alarm signaling to you that the food is ready. You get up slowly walking in the kitchen to turn it off.

[newhorizonsxiv]

OC Tag Game

Favorite OC: Lyneth is always going to be my main and my babygirl. Her head is fun to be in mostly because she’s an eternal optimist and can put me in a better mood just by trying to see her perspective on a situation.

Oldest OC: The rough idea for the character that eventually became Corafel has been in my head for years before I ever started RPing in any MMO so she’s probably technically the oldest in those terms. In terms of character age that prize goes to my twin bunnies, Alethea and Ren, simply by virtue of Viera having weird aging rules.

Newest OC: Oh hey! It’s the bunny twins again. So new, in fact, that I haven’t yet had a chance to do any RP on them, Someday...

Meanest OC: This is probably a toss up between Ilthus and Shihan. Ilthus is a superficially charming leech who will absolutely use people for as long as they continue to let him but puts on a very likable facade and only ever insults you in a backhanded compliment sort of way. Shihan is giving and honorable and dutiful to a fault but the pressure of that sometimes builds to a breaking point and harsh words spill out which he generally regrets moments later. tldr; Shihan says mean things while his actions are invariably kind, Ilthus does mean things while his tongue drips honey. Ilthus probably wins this one.

Softest OC: Cora. Even moreso than Lyneth and I didn’t even know that was possible but Lyneth at least has that hunter’s edge. She has a little bite. She can and has killed. She knows the rough edges of the world even if she tries to smooth them for as many people as she can. Cora has none of that. She’s still living in a fairytale bubble that has yet to be burst and I don’t think she has it in her to hurt a little ladybug even if it just aggroed onto her. 

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: This title goes to Vachir Kha, my Xaela. He’s not aloof so much as he is painfully shy and afraid of embarrassing himself with his lack of Eorzean cultural knowledge. 

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Gonna have to go with Susuvi on this one. Because she thinks she knows everything and will share her highly valuable and informed opinions with you about exactly how you should be doing any and everything whether you want her to or not. With the stars and cards to back her up. Or her interpretation of the stars and cards anyroad. Funny how those always seem to agree with her thoughts on any matter, isn’t it?

Dumbest (Derogatory) OC: Oh god, Ilthus. Hands down. This boy. He just. He has no emotional intelligence to speak of. And he does not learn from his mistakes in this regard. Ever.

Smartest OC: Poor Ghislain. He should have been a scholar. Far and away the most book smart of my characters and the most dedicated to seeking out new learning on any topic he can find even as he plays the himbo to further his cover story.

Horniest OC: Ilthus. With Cora as a close second though she’s more prone to schoolgirl crushes than outright lust. Still.. roughly every third thought in the girl’s head involves smooching whichever handsome man she’s currently swooning over. That probably counts.

OC You'd Bang: If I had to pick just one... Shihan. Because he’s pretty. And also like.. the platonic ideal of a service top. 

OC You'd Be Best Friends With IRL: Lyneth. For all of the reasons that she’s my favorite and also she can bake. And I can.. enjoy other people’s baking. A lot.

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@trantors darling THANK YOU for the tag now I get to run my mouth!

last song: Take A Chance On Me by ABBA. Because @prismatica-the-strange and I were conquering a fort in sea of thieves and nothing is more appropriate than ABBA for such a task.

last show: Mad Men. Because Lane Pryce massive babygirl

last film: All Quiet on the Western Front- it was important oscar viewing and I'm glad my dad and I did. It was quite the ride. The horrors of war truly. Doesn't beat out 1917 for me personally but I'm biased because I'm a tolkien nerd and that film captured the poetry that spawned from the men who lived through that better than anything else. Cool to see Daniel Bruhl speak german again tho (and I haven't lost all of mine, thank god)

current show: I'm doing Chernobyl again because the Valery Legasov brainrot this week has been literally so bad

currently reading: The Vampire Tapestry by Suzy McKee Charnas. And it's REAL good (I just finished the first part the other day and it's just??? damn dude. commentary. imagery.)

current obsession:... gee I wonder if you can guess. No but for real couldn't tell you how or why Jared Harris lust struck me out of nowhere just because Craig's TLOU started airing and my ass went "YO Chernobyl was good lets do that one again!" and I guess I was at a vulnerable enough place that the second I saw him again, after loving him and his performances in various things for YEARS, dude just set a fire under me this time. Couldn't have worse timing because I have literally so much to do during these last like 7 weeks I have in the semester (a creative project, a presentation, 3 10 page papers on top of weekly reading responses for 2 classes and screening notes) , but like... I haven't been this motivated to write in a long time nor have I done as much to accomplish actual writing and not just headcanons or little morsels of smut in like... years??? nor have I been this motivated to actually plot out a story so???? Thanks Jared Harris for giving me my groove back you a real one dude👍

no pressure tags: @jokerownsmysoul @roaming-thru-roses @prismatica-the-strange @your-mighty-words-astound-me

[missionaria-protectiva]

But before you can ask a second time, reassuring yourself that Aemond isn’t present, a hand comes up to clasp over your mouth, and your back presses against something firm. 

JESUS CHRIST- some warning next time!!

“‘Tis an invitation so we can go and claim that behemoth of a dragon for you,” he says, coming up to stand next to you with his hands clasped behind his back. “And I must say that I am rather excited to share that experience with you.”

OMG YESSSS LET'S GOOOOO

“Because I know how it feels,” he says softly. “To be an outsider in your own family. One who doesn’t understand why they have been overlooked when others were given their chance without question. Dragons choose their riders as they will, but that rarely makes the feeling of rejection go away.” 

oooof, Aemond opening up and being vulnerable 🥺 we love to see it!

“‘Tis only a short ride,” he informs you. “Once we exit the city, we’ll ride past the tourney grounds to reach Vhagar. Avoiding the main grounds by taking more secluded paths, we should see no guards.”

what is this man cooking?? is he actually taking her to Dragonstone? 👁️👄👁️

His silhouette is impressive to behold, especially with him standing next to the towering beast that is Vhagar.

are they literally posing?? iconic

What probably has been a few hours passed like moments with Aemond’s warmth against you and the vibrations of Vhagar’s wings, and soon enough the beast finds itself descending on the isle of Dragonstone.

CALLED IT

this might be a minor detail, but I really appreciate the realistic descriptions of climbing Vhagar and getting down from her lmao. it just seems like a strenuous and daunting task ok

“Vermithor is a large and old dragon, and it’s been years since he’s been ridden last. So, he may not take kindly to having you claim him,” Aemond speaks in a whisper. “You must be confident, or at least fake being so. Show him who you are, and he will know that you are worthy of him.”

omg Aemond the timing of this 💀 "here's some quick instructions before you try to claim this massive, temperamental dragon!"

The beast you ought to conquer looks at you, seemingly doubting the aura of superiority you aim to project. 

diva Vermithor scanning reader's vibes

He ascends into the night sky, and while the feeling of your stomach dropping still is uncomfortable, there are no whines and whimpers slipping past your lips. All the tension that falls off your shoulders leaves you laughing and screaming, celebrating your victory.

YEEEEESSSS SHE DID IT OMGGG!! proud of the babygirl 🙊🙊🙊

It’s the adrenaline that prompts you to run towards him, and when you spot the proud expression on Aemond’s features, you can’t stop yourself from slinging your arms around his neck to press your lips to his.  Aemond grunts in surprise at the ambush, but embraces it right away. His hands find your waist, torn between pulling you closer or lifting you off the ground straight away. 

sigh, they're sooo fucking cute

“Now I suppose it’s time to make good on my other promise.”

YOU BETTER!! 😩😩😩

OBJECT OF DESIRE (3/4)

Aemond Targaryen x female Reader

WARNINGS: none!

WORDS: 4.1 K

NOTES: tbt, I wanted to go a completely different route with this series! But the muses come as they go, and this is what you get. 🤭 thanks to @zaldritzosrose for betaing this! 🫶🏻

You’re quick to scurry down the steps of the barely lit passageway that opens with you pushing open the secret door, a chill breeze flowing past you that even moves the curtains in your chambers. It’s carefully shut behind you, cautious to not make a sound that could raise the suspicion of anyone walking past your quarters. 

There’s what you assume to be a map scribbled on the letter you’ve received by Aemond, and you follow it with careful steps until you’re standing in front of the massive skull of what appeared to be a dragon many years ago. 

Besides the flickering of the candles lit on the large altar that supports the skull, nothing else can be heard; no sound ringing out that makes the impression that someone is approaching you. 

“Hello?” you ask into the silence, looking around with a frown on your face. 

But before you can ask a second time, reassuring yourself that Aemond isn’t present, a hand comes up to clasp over your mouth, and your back presses against something firm. 

“Shush now,” a raspy voice you immediately recognize pierces through the silence. Your gasp is stifled by the hand, and your hot breath fans into the palm. But you’re not fazed by that, not when his lips hover so dangerously close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “We wouldn’t want to catch anyone’s attention, would we?”

His lilac eye dances through the dimly lit room, checking that the coast is clear, before his hand slides from your lips down to rest on your waist. “You certainly got here quickly,” he remarks. Something in you doesn’t allow yourself to look at him just yet, his proximity and touch sending a shiver through you. “I thought my directions were perhaps too vague for you.”

A faint smile curls at the edges of your lips at his words. “I’ve always been fast, my Prince. And much to my surprise, the pathways below the castle are hardly a labyrinth.”

Your words make him chuckle, the sound followed by him squeezing your waist. “Then I was mistaken. I’m glad to see my directions were clear enough, if only slightly exaggerated by my lack of belief in your skills.”

Another shiver runs through you when Aemond drags his nose along the side of your face, taking in your scent. “It pleases me that you accepted my invitation.”

And finally, you turn your head to look at him, your eyes immediately drawn to his chiseled lips, drunk on the warmth emanating from him. 

There is a moment of silence between you, broken by your voice. “I have dressed simply and practically, but what for?”

His eye roams over your frame at your words, clearly admiring the simple and practical riding attire that conceals it. “A lady dressed for function, rather than looks, how positively progressive of you.”

The urge to roll your eyes is big, and you can’t resist it. It’s also the last straw that makes you pull free from his grasp, allowing you to take a step toward the large skull. 

Aemond sighs, but doesn’t make a move to pull you back or follow you. “‘Tis an invitation so we can go and claim that behemoth of a dragon for you,” he says, coming up to stand next to you with his hands clasped behind his back. “And I must say that I am rather excited to share that experience with you.”

While his gaze is fixed on the remains of the once mighty dragon in front of you two, you’ve turned your head to look at him, watching him carefully. “You are?” you ask, your surprise not well concealed. “Why is that?”

He doesn’t sigh, he doesn’t flinch and doesn’t answer your question straight away. It seems as if he’s comfortable with the silence, almost as if he wants to keep the air of mystery surrounding him for just a moment longer. 

You shift your weight from one leg to the other, looking into the darkness behind you from over your shoulder; cautious should someone come looking for them. 

And when he speaks, his words hit you like a punch in the gut. “Because I know how it feels,” he says softly. “To be an outsider in your own family. One who doesn’t understand why they have been overlooked when others were given their chance without question. Dragons choose their riders as they will, but that rarely makes the feeling of rejection go away.” 

His head slowly turns towards you, and any previous sternness or teasing that has been on his face is gone, replaced by something softer. “And I’d hate to see you suffer the same fate as I did.”

You’re taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. You have a feeling that he’s truly genuine in his reasoning, which is something you didn’t expect that makes your heart pound in your chest. It was the most open he had been since you’d met, and it felt strange. “I… see,” you whisper. 

Your mind wanders, allowing the thoughts of what it might be like to claim a dragon and take flight on its back to crawl to the surface, thoughts of a freedom that has so rarely been granted to you. “You are very generous, my Prince.”

It’s so brief, but you can spot a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, but he doesn’t allow himself to give in to it. “Please, just call me Aemond,” he replies. 

Smiling hesitantly, you nod your head. “Just Aemond, yes.”

“Now, shall we?” His words are followed by him cocking an eyebrow, and he holds out a hand anticipating for you to take it. 

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the simple gesture, more so because taking his hands means you’re off for the biggest adventure of your life. 

You swallow thickly, taking his hand with a bow of your head. The warmth of his calloused hand is a comforting presence under your fingers, and somehow a completely different kind of intimacy than you’ve shared before. The weight of this simple gesture could be felt in your heart.

Aemond guides you easily through the passages running beneath the castle, some of them more cramped than you’ve imagined, but keeps checking over his shoulder for any prying eyes. After several minutes, when he’s satisfied that you’ve slipped away without notice, you reach an exit that not only overlooks the whole capital at night but also leads to a stairway bringing you two right to the foot of Aegon’s High Hill. 

Your steps falter as you spot a guard holding a black stallion at the end of the steps, seemingly waiting for you two. Aemond turns at that, pulling your hand to encourage you to keep on walking. 

“I–I thought we were to be left alone,” you say, looking at him with a frown. 

“We will, don’t worry,” Aemond’s words come out low and reassuring. “He’s only here to make sure everything goes smoothly and safely with the mount. We will have no trouble having our privacy. And I trust him to not talk of our plans, to anyone.” The last sentence is spoken louder than the rest, made to be heard by the guard, emphasized by a certain sharpness that makes the man salute briefly. 

Something about the way Aemond says the words reassures you a bit. You relax slightly, your heart beating slower again. Looking up at the prince, you smile softly. “Very well… Aemond.” It feels weird to speak his name without the formal title accompanying it, but the slight crack in his expression makes it all the more worth it. He’s by no means a classic beauty, but his rough edges and dangerous presence certainly add to his charm. 

You two walk up to the guard, who then offers the reins of the stallion to Aemond. He is quick to mount, and then helps you onto the horse behind him. It’s not the first time you’re sitting on the back of a horse with someone else, hence you know the importance of wrapping your arms around his waist to keep yourself steady and supported. 

“‘Tis only a short ride,” he informs you. “Once we exit the city, we’ll ride past the tourney grounds to reach Vhagar. Avoiding the main grounds by taking more secluded paths, we should see no guards.”

“Vha–” before you can finish the sentence, Aemond nudges the horse with his heels, prompting it to canter through the thick night air, its hooves bellowing on the cobblestone road. And only then it dawns on you that he hasn’t told you exactly where you’d claim your dragon, and how you’d get there. 

As you race away from the castle, through the Iron Gate and along Rosby Road, you slowly but surely start to see the outline of the huge beast that lurks in a clearing of the woods of the tournament grounds, the size and mass of her overwhelming in the gloom of the night. 

It’s a quiet, less well-lit section of the city’s grounds, the silence making the deep rumble emanating from inside of her mouth perfectly audible. Your arms involuntarily tighten around Aemond’s waist to the point you’d certainly melt against him if you’d stay like that for just a moment longer. 

He stops the horse and dismounts first, pulling the reins of the horse over its head before helping you down. You hide behind his tall frame and the horse, leaning past him slightly to catch a glimpse of the beast. Even in the moonlight, you can see that her ribs rise like an overgrown hill, and her massive skull is directed towards you. Sensing the presence of her rider. 

His amusement about your suddenly shy and hesitant demeanor is embarrassingly audible when he scoffs, tilting his head down to look at you. “I will have to go ahead and make sure no one is nearby and check how she’s faring. Stay here until I signal you.”

You nod, and soon enough, Aemond walks away towards the beast, and you’re left alone with the sound of her deep rumbling and the breathing of the horse. The night is still, and a silence and calmness you just knew from the Vale pervades the area. Aemond’s posture radiates confidence as he approaches his mount, and it’s clear that the bond they share runs deeper than you could imagine. You’re alone with no idea what will happen next. But the thought of what might happen brings you a feeling of excitement. It’s almost as if your whole body is buzzing, waiting for that one signal of Aemond. 

And then it comes as he reappears in your line of sight, your heart skipping a beat. 

His silhouette is impressive to behold, especially with him standing next to the towering beast that is Vhagar. Aemond beckons you closer, and you follow cautiously, moving towards him while keeping your eyes on the dragon. With each step towards the pair, your heart pounds more and more in your throat, your palms becoming sweaty. 

It’s almost that your fear makes you fall into him, hoping there would come no harm to you for as long as you’re embraced in his arms. Even though the blood of the dragon partly runs through your veins, there’s also the blood of the First Men mixed within it, making you wary of the impressive dragon next to you as you realize how dangerous the situation you have found yourself in might be. 

“She will not eat me, will she?” you whisper with a tremble in your voice, as you cling to him. 

Aemond laughs at that, which slightly relaxes you, and intertwines his fingers with yours. “I doubt she will,” he reassures you, though there’s a teasing lilt in his voice. “Now that you have approached her, the most dangerous part is over.”

He leads you so you’re directly at the side of the beast, a web of ropes hanging from her side, not even long enough to touch the ground. The dragon is larger than you could have ever imagined, and all the stories told don’t do her any justice. You feel the heat emanating from Vhagar’s scales, as if she’s a furnace set ablaze, and with the warmth of Aemond’s hand in yours, it’s oddly comforting. 

“Now, we must climb up. It’s a bit of a daunting task, but I–”

“You’ll make sure that I do not fall, yes?” 

He nods, “yes.”

Before you can give him a reply, he wraps his hands around your waist and lifts you up a bit, making it easier for you to catch one of the ropes hanging from the saddle. The climb is straining, but more because Vhagar’s enormous body is swaying with each breath she takes, shaking your much smaller frame through the core as you cling to the ropes for dear life. 

As you eventually sit down on the leather saddle, scooting back far enough to make space for Aemond who’s followed closely behind, you release a shaky breath. Your knees lock tightly around the saddle, the half-kneeling position not as comfortable as the ride on a normal mount. 

It’s a tough task hearing Aemond’s voice over the loud pounding of your heart. “You sit in the front,” he notes. 

Wide eyes lock on him, and your mouth quivers as you release a nervous breath. Your legs tremble faintly in their grip, but more because the shift in position catches you off guard, embarrassment and excitement flooding your veins at the prospect of having him sit behind you, holding your body close to his. 

“You want me to… sit in front?” you ask. “Don’t… don’t you have to direct her?”

“I will guide her from behind, you just need to sit in front and stay close. If she moves, just hold on tight,” he says, and you can hear just a tinge of annoyance at your many questions in his tone. But something in his voice still is like a balm, calming not only your body but your mind. 

Aemond leans forwards to adjust your position on the seat, and your stomach does a small flip at the touch. He climbs into the seat behind you, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you back so your bodies are pressed together tightly. Your breath catches in your throat, and heat colors your cheeks. 

The dragon’s patience is astonishing, waiting carefully for the command to ascend as Aemond ties you two to the saddle. 

“Sōvēs, Vhagar,” he commands. The voice in which he speaks to the dragon is sterner, completely different to how he speaks to you. And then, the mighty beast moves, each of its steps shaking your frame; inevitably pushing you tightly against Aemond. 

You try to keep your eyes open, marveling at the spectacle as the loud flaps of Vhagar’s wings echo through the silence – until the feeling of dropping spreads in your stomach and forces you to screw your eyes shut in fear. You gasp, and your whole body tenses. “Oh, by the Seven,” you whine. 

Aemond laughs behind you, and with his arms around your waist, keeping you secure as the dragon takes to the skies, the sound makes you open your eyes again. You watch as the ground falls away beneath your feet, the dimly lit city and castle as well as the dark outlines of the trees slowly disappearing with you soaring higher and higher. 

Vhagar ascends into the dark night sky, only illuminated by the light of the moon. The dragon’s wings beat rhythmically, and with every upswing and downswing, you feel his body move against yours. 

The roaring wind provides for a silence between you and Aemond on the way, and you don’t mind it one bit for the experience of riding a dragon is unlike anything else you’ve experienced before. 

What probably has been a few hours passed like moments with Aemond’s warmth against you and the vibrations of Vhagar’s wings, and soon enough the beast finds itself descending on the isle of Dragonstone. The castle’s outlines loom in the darkness, barely lit windows prominent as you stand in the outer yard. 

Having heard and read enough stories about the dragon architecture, you immediately recognize the castle and know whose seat it currently is. 

You turn and look at Aemond from over your shoulder, a frown on your face. “Will Princess Rhaenyra not be suspicious of your dragon? Vhagar can hardly be overlooked.”

“That would have been very likely, yes, but my sister does not reside here at the moment,” Aemond says confidently. “The staff should not be too concerned about my arrival for I have come here before.”

There is a brief silence between you in which you just accept what he says, trusting he knows what he’s doing, before it’s broken by the same confident tone he’s used before. 

“Since we have come here for a specific purpose, let us not delay,” 

After undoing the ties, Aemond helps you climb off the dragon, which proves to be an even harder task than mounting it. Your legs tremble slightly when you feel the hard ground beneath your feet, and you figure it will probably take you a few more flights until you get fully used to it. 

You follow him through a web of dimly lit passageways, until you reach a narrow passage that leads off from the main cavern. While you have never been there before, Aemond seems as though he knows exactly which way you have to go, and you’re certain he could have guided you blindly. 

Your movements through the maze of caves are eerily silent, and it is unnerving how dark it is. The only light comes from the fire-breathing lanterns placed in occasional crannies along the rock walls, and the torch Aemond has fetched and lit on the way not too long ago. The deeper you steer into the maze, the faster your heart seems to race. And when you pass the last lantern, the light of it gradually growing dimmer and dimmer, and head into the darkness, it seems to be close to bursting through your ribcage. 

“Vermithor is a large and old dragon, and it’s been years since he’s been ridden last. So, he may not take kindly to having you claim him,” Aemond speaks in a whisper. “You must be confident, or at least fake being so. Show him who you are, and he will know that you are worthy of him.”

And then you notice why he suddenly started speaking again. With each step, you hear a deep rumble echoing through the darkness, growing in volume and at times resembling a snore more than a growl. 

You almost stumble into Aemond as he stops in front of a large, cavernous space, barely lit by his single torch which allows you to briefly make out a looming silhouette in the dark. But when he finally turns to look at you, holding the torch out to you, you barely know which sight is more astonishing. His sharp features, solely focused on you, or the mighty beast lingering not too far away. 

“‘Tis not something I can help you with now. You will have to do this alone.”

The words inspire a mix of excitement and nervousness within your body, and you nod as you take a moment to prepare yourself. If you want to run away – this would be the last chance. 

You remove yourself from behind the prince. “How does one show confidence in the face of a dragon?” you whisper, not able to hide the tint of mockery that’s audible in your tone. 

“Stay calm and composed. A dragon only respects strength, and a warrior who cowers will be doomed for failure,” he replies. 

His words make you scoff for they are so far from being helpful. 

With quiet steps, you walk into the cave, approaching the dragon. A final look over your shoulder darts into the darkness that has engulfed Aemond, making you terribly aware that you’re in this all alone. 

“Rȳbās… Vermithor,” you say, trying hard to keep your voice firm, acting as if you know what you’re doing. It comes in handy that your father has placed a great value on you learning the tongue of your ancestors, despite him not at all being present as you grew up. The only thing he couldn’t prevent was the vale-ish accent weaving itself through the High Valyrian. Obey, Vermithor. 

In the light of the torch, you see the dragon raise its head, the deep rumbling of its snarl becoming louder. The beast you ought to conquer looks at you, seemingly doubting the aura of superiority you aim to project. 

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Dohaerās, zaldrīzes.” Serve, dragon. 

But said dragon is far from serving you. His strong jaw parts, you see as much the light of the torch grants you, and you see a glimpse of red and gold in the back of its throat. 

‘You have always been brave when needed,’ you remember, taking in a deep breath. It’s all or nothing at this point, you know, and swallowing thickly, you bring a hand up as if you mean to stop him which also serves to push away the fear you feel. With determined and confident strides, you close the distance between you and the mighty beast. 

“Dohaerās, Vermithor! Lykirī.” There is no trace of uncertainty in your voice, and, after a brief moment of contemplation, Vermithor indeed closes his jaw again, and averts his head seemingly unfazed. Serve, Vermithor! Calm. 

A low rumble shakes his chest, and blows warm air straight towards you. It’s not a comfort, at least not until you’ll sit in his saddle. 

In the dim light of the torch, you hardly notice how badly your hand shakes when your palm makes contact with Vermithor’s warm scales. The heat that emanates from him sends a shiver down your spine, and you guide yourself along his neck and shoulder until you reach a web of ropes similar to the one that hangs from Aemond’s mount. 

Exhaling a deep breath, giving yourself another surge of courage, you put the torch on the ground. With the dark pathways and the almost non-existent light granted you before, your eyes don’t struggle to adjust to the darkness surrounding you. You fish for the rope, and then start to climb up. 

It’s a difficult task to feel for the saddle, the reins and ropes, but you manage and slump down into the seat of the enormous beast you ought to command with a loud sigh. 

Your whole body is trembling, and the few rumbles your dragon releases make it seem as though he’s testing you. But you’re over the point of being intimidated by him. As you fasten the ropes around your frame and to the saddle, the beast beneath you starts to move and stir, despite you not voicing a command before.

Your whole body shakes, similar to when Vhagar started to move, and you know there’s not more you can do than cling to him tightly. Vermithor crawls through the lair, before he forces his enormous frame through a rupture in the Dragonmont’s wall, leaving his lair and unfolding his wings with a deep rumble. You grip the reins, yelling ‘sōvēs’ as he takes flight. Fly. 

He ascends into the night sky, and while the feeling of your stomach dropping still is uncomfortable, there are no whines and whimpers slipping past your lips. All the tension that falls off your shoulders leaves you laughing and screaming, celebrating your victory. 

The flight should last hours, at least that’s what you’d wish for, however, you know there’s someone waiting for you on the ground. Vibrations shake your core when Vermithor’s claws grip the soil of Dragonstone’s outer yard, and you can’t deny the relief you feel as your feet meet the hard ground. 

Aemond lingers not too far away, his tall frame visible with the torch he holds in his hand. 

The brief roar of triumph your dragon releases showcases just how you feel, a proud satisfaction spreading through your veins. It’s the adrenaline that prompts you to run towards him, and when you spot the proud expression on Aemond’s features, you can’t stop yourself from slinging your arms around his neck to press your lips to his. 

Aemond grunts in surprise at the ambush, but embraces it right away. His hands find your waist, torn between pulling you closer or lifting you off the ground straight away. 

As you pull away, your breathing is heavy, fanning over each other’s kiss swollen lips. 

“Now I suppose it’s time to make good on my other promise.”

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Warnings: nsfw contents, dom!Rin, brat!female-reader, vaginal sex, oral receiving (m/f), breeding kink.

If you’re under 18, I suggest not to read this story.

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The music is not so loud at the local where me and Rin are to celebrate the victory of his team against Ubers.

<<WE HAVE TO RAISE A TOAST TO OUR LITTLE RIN FOR MAKING THE FINAL GOAL.>> Screams Julian Loki, raising his arm with a glass of some alcoholic drink in his hand.

Rin turns his head, looking at Shidō with a smirk on his lips, taking a sip of his drink.

<<The hell are you looking at, Itoshi? Next final goal will be mine… with you’re pretty girl~>> replies the blonde, trying to touch my head.

Shidō knows how much possessive is Rin with me so he doesn’t lose the chance to make him boiling in anger.

<<If you think you have a chance to fuck me, Ryusei, you’re out of the road. I already have someone who I can scream his name.>> I say with a little smile while other players are making fun of him.

<<I think I could make you scream more than he actually does, y’know, babygirl?~>>

Rin comes behind me, letting me perceive his dick against my ass, making my intimacy squirm.

<<I really doubt of it, Shidō.>>

At the end of the celebration, we all return to the hotel. I greet the boys with a smile and open the door of mine and Rin’s hotel room. Suddenly, Rin carries my body against the wall, pressing me with his. His hot breath touches my neck, making me silently moan.

<<What was that?>> He says with a hoarse voice, kissing my neck.

<<T-That what?>> I whisper.

<<All that conversation with Shidō. You know that I hate when you two speak about sex, especially if he wants to fuck you.>>

His hands run across my body, pulling off my little dress, leaving me with only my panties on.

<<I think it’s time to fuck you so hard so he can hear you screaming my name and tomorrow watching you unable to walk properly on your legs. He’s in the room next to our, isn’t he?>>

I feel a wet sensation between my thighs and I look at him. <<Are you so sure you can do it? Maybe he’s right. Maybe he can make you scream more than you do, RinRin~>>

His eyes darkened, looking at me with luxury and anger.

<<You bratty slut.>> He whispers turning me, my face is against the wall, bending me up.

He slaps my buttcheek and I let out a little scream.

<<Rin!>>

His hands tear my panties, leaving him full view on my wet intimacy.

<<You’re already wet and I only called you slut. You like it, don’t you? Who you are?>>

I don’t speak, until he’s hitting me again on my ass.

<<I said: who.you.are?>>

<<Y-Your slut, Rin!>> I say with some tears tracing my face.

Rin puts my body on the bed and with his hands he’s spreading my legs open.

<<Now I wanna hear your voice. Be loud so that motherfucker can hear you.>>

His mouth is on my wet intimacy, eating me out. I cannot contain my voice, sobbing and moaning his name repeatedly. One of his fingers slide into my hole and my walls squeeze around. His tongue is playing with his fingers, opening my wet hole. My legs are shaking, signalling I’m almost cumming.

<<Rin.. Rin.. Rin..!>>

My hands run on his head, takes a couple of his hairs, pushing his face closer so the tip of his nose stimulates my clit. He just startand he’s already make a mess of me.

<<Don’t you dare cumming until I say you can do it. Did I explain myself clear?>>

I nod, blabbing something no sense. Then I feel his hot tongue on my clit, stimulate it in the best way possible. He’s really good with his mouth. His medium finger is pumping in and out of me, followed by a second one until they touch my G-spot, making me cum. I let out a scream, closing Rin’s face between my thighs.

I relax, searching for air, when my eyes meet the anger ones of Rin’s.

<<I didn’t allow you to cum. Now you have to receive your punishment. On your knees.>>

<<Rin..>>

<<I said: on you knees.>>

He unzips his black jeans, taking them off. I take a look at his dick, always covered by his boxer. I take them off, hearing he sighing.

<<Now suck it. Like the good slut you are.>>

I lick his tip, grabbing his dick with a hand and start sucking him off.

<<Fuck. Yes. Just like this. Good slut.>> He closes his eyes, bringing his hands on my head, pushing my head to make me take him deeper.

<<I know you can do more, that you can suck me all.>>

His tip is at my deepest point, letting my tears fall once again.

<<Fuck. So good. I’m cumming. Drink it.>>

He pushes his waist against my face, spurting all his white load down my throat.

I lick my lips without wasting a single drop.

<<Now on your fourth.>>

I do as he said, until he slides all of his dick inside my hole, touching my deepest point with his tip.

<<RIN!>>

I scream his name, grabbing the sheets under me, moving my hips with Rin’s. His hands grab my tits, playing with my nipples.

My screams are louder and louder, making the boy behind me smirks.

<<Like this baby, let him hear whose the name you scream. Let him know that only I can fuck you so good.>>

I moan again and again, turning my head to look at Rin covered in sweat.

<<You’re so hot, baby. Yes. I can feel you squeeze around my dick. Do you want to cum, slut?>> He says, slapping my butt.

<<Y-Yes!>>

<<Beg for it. Beg for cumming and for having my cum inside you.>>

My entire body is trembling, near the orgasm.

<<Please, please Rin! I need to cum. I-I want you to cum inside me. Please. I want feel your cum, I want you to make me pregnant.>>

He kisses my neck, moving his mouth next to my ear.

<<I’ll give you a lot of babies. I’ll fill you up with my cum.>>

<<YES. RIN PLEASE.>>

It takes only a couple of pushes to make me scream so loud, unleashing my orgasm, so does Rin. I can feel his hot cum painting my walls, pushing his cum deeper in me.

<<Fuck. The best fuck in my life.>> He whispers, watching his cum spurting out from my hole.

Rin takes me between his arms, kissing my face.

<<You did a great job, baby, now rest. I’m here and I’m not leaving your side.>>

<<Since when you’re so sweet, RinRin?>> I whisper, tired.

He opens his mouth to reply, interrupted by a knock on the wall.

<<I don’t want to hear you two having sex anymore. You Itoshi sucker!>>

We look at each other, laughing.

<<I love you.>>

<<I love you too, RinRin.>>

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Gentle

Pairing: Jaehyuk x afab! reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Smut; masturbation; mention of auralism; pussy eating and fingering; mentions of the pet names "Princess" a "Babygirl"

Word Count: 0.8k words

Mellow speaks: My first actual Jaehyuk fic (more like a drabble) and I had a lot of fun writing it! Hope you guys enjoy!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedammi @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

"Look at you, all pretty and ready for me," he cooes, pressing a soft kiss to your skin, goosebumps coming alive in his wake and a delicious shivers running down your spine. "Poor little baby girl, must've been waiting for me so long." Another kiss, and this time he lets his lips linger against you for just a second longer, parting them a little only to have his teeth dig into the plush expanse of your flesh. 

He's barely even done anything, he's barely even touched you yet, and still, you can feel yourself burning up under the slightest movement of his fingers, hums of approval rolling off your tongue as you feel desire pool between your thighs. "I'm so sorry for neglecting you princess," Jaehyuk whispers in a voice that's barely audible, his lips now ghosting over your heat as his breath fans your folds. 

To say you were embarrassed upon being caught masturbating to the sound of his voice would be beyond an understatement. You were absolutely mortified, especially since you knew your boyfriend wasn't too keen on pleasuring himself all alone, not when he had gone weeks without actually getting to feel you, thanks to the comeback. 

You had felt guilty when he pushed himself off the doorframe, apologies ready at the tip of your tongue. Only you hadn't had the chance to utter them, because he had beat you to it, telling you how gorgeous you looked with your fingers buried inside of your hole. "So fucking pretty," he had said in a soft voice, a smirk on his face before he went ahead to remind you how your digits could never be a match for his mouth.

And that's why you're here now, your legs spread out and your thighs holding his head between them, the faintest of kisses being placed to the sensitive skin of your core, just enough to make you let out muted moans, wanting more. "Gonna make up for lost time," he mumbles before his mouth finds your puffy lips, his tongue darting across them and pushing them apart, eager to get a taste of your nectar. 

The second he gets that taste though, he knows he's in for a ride, being reminded all over again just how addicted he is to you. He starts off as gentle and tentative, wanting to test the waters after having gone a couple weeks completely deprived of your bounties. But soon enough, he turns into a man starved, his tongue lapping up everything you have to offer and his lips turning turning attention to your swollen clit, getting wrapped around it as he begins sucking on you. 

Soft hums and breathy moans soon make way for muffled screams and squirming limbs, your toes curling and fingers carding through his hair as you beg for him to go harder, to shed that façade of being considerate when all he wants is to devour you. "P-please Jae...," you moan amid whimpers, wanting nothing more than for him to thrust his tongue inside of you. 

So that's what he does, because who is he to refuse when you're asking so nicely? Looking so gorgeous, sprawled out for him in all your wet glory. Your wish is his command, or so he tells you and himself as his tongue feels every inch of your insides, lapping up your sweet juices as his fingers ensue their ministrations on your folds, working through the slick while he hits your spot every single time he enters you, making you see stars and causing your vision to go white. 

He's still gentle, wanting to take it at a pace that won't get you too worked up, not after you've had nothing to go off for days on end. But now, one thing that's changed is the way every flick of his tongue and every swish of his fingers seems to have a purpose, that of pleasuring you till you can't keep your eyes open. "I'm so sorry, you deserve so much," he keeps mumbling, making out with your pussy again and again, thrusting orgasm upon orgasm onto you.

By the time he actually pulls away, your clit is even more swollen than it was before, and the bedsheets are a mess as your fatigued walls continue to clench around nothing, still coming down from their high. But he doesn't stop there, because there's no way he's letting you go to sleep in the state you're in right now, no matter how sleepy you seem.

Nope, he's going to clean you up and make sure you're warm and cozy before he climbs in bed, cuddling you close and kissing the top of your head, telling you how much he loves you and promising that he won't leave you hanging like that, ever again.