#I was silent giggling so hard at his face 💀

[misstwisted]

had fun making this one 😭😭😭

what was probably going on in coopers mind when lady raven started revealing his shit

[teojira]

Running our fingers through their fur, either as grooming or being half asleep and looking for the blanket lol

[Noa + Caesar and touching their fur] [drabbles]

Summary: Touching an ape's fur is different, but not strange. Noa wants you to take your fill, Caesar offers you himself.

Word count: 900+ words

Warnings: Romance between you and the Apes, don't like? Don't read!

A/N: I hope this is good anon! Thank you for the prompt, I'm personally really proud of these so if it sucks, don't tell me 💀😭

Noa:

The Chimp will never admit just how much he loves when you run your fingers through his fur, but it's easy to tell.

Even before you two were mates, Noa found himself constantly wanting to be in your company. Lying to himself that it was just to learn and grow his knowledge, not because he felt anything for you.

That was ridiculous, you were his friend, a small Echo that he was in charge of to keep in check, to keep safe.

His staring wasn't because he so desperately wanted to explore what made you, you. To feel how different your skin would be compared to his, to feel your hands on him, taking in each other's differences.

Watching you run your fingers through your hair, gliding gently to get the tangles out, he remembers when he wishes you'd do that to him. Only to shake his head and try and go on about his day.

Noa would have never imagined himself here, sharing a space with you at long last.

In your nest, after a long day, he will press his entire body next to yours, body damn near shaking at the thought of being able to be all over you in private.

It was an adjustment he had to make peace with, when you told him that humans value their privacy and that intimate acts were to be away from prying eyes.

Noa did it for you, though, taking your word as law.

It made it even more exciting to see you at the end of the night, to know he didn't have to hold back.

Which leads us to here, Noa draping himself over you as he silently prays you'll start threading your fingers in his fur.

"....tired....stressed." He mumbles against the skin of your neck, aware that it's senstive, smirking when you shudder a bit.

"My poor baby." You coo, giggling at the huge ape curling into you, like he wants to be in your skin.

"I do..much work." a huff, lifting his head up to meet your teasing.

You bring a small hand up, moving to brush the fur along his nape up and down, smiling at your mate.

His reaction is instantaneous, his whole body dropping like a puppet with its strings slack. His head resting on your chest, nuzzling his face there until he's sure he may suffocate.

Every bit on tension floods out of his body. Any annoyance from dealing with the many issues of the rapidly growing clan is gone from mind.

"Noa, you're heavy." But you don't stop caressing him, instead bringing another hand up to brush at his head.

All you get is a grunt is in response. He's probably gonna knock out in your hold.

You pray you don't have to use the bathroom anytime soon.

Caesar:

It's hard being new, even more so when you're the only human in an entire colony full of apes, majority of which more or less don't like your existence. Only dealing with the choice their leader made because what he says goes.

You're grateful he let you integrate with them, instead of turning you away in to no doubt succumb to the woods, the snow no doubt lessening your chance in surviving.

You're forever grateful, but the isolation is almost too much, to the point where you think of leaving in the night, when the weather lets up.

Sitting next to your small fire, a little ways off from the rest of the group, you're stoking the fire absentmindedly, your head resting on your knees as you soak in the meager warmth it provides. The fish you caught earlier sitting by untouched.

You don't pick up on footsteps coming your way, and it isn't until you feel a new warmth by your side that you look up.

It's Caesar, hunched next to you, the size difference between you two, very much apparent. He's staring at you expectantly, though you're not sure what he wants from you. He's usually never this far out, eating and conversing with the others, namely Maurice and Koba.

"Oh, uh, Hi." You mumble you're not sure what to say other than that.

Eyes following the way his fur ever so slightly shifts with the breeze going by, wondering how it would feel, no doubt he runs warm due to it.

The Ape king shifts in his place slightly before he speaks finally.

"It is okay." He gestures his arm towards you, giving you ample opportunity. He wants you to, to trust him, to be comfortable in his presence.

"What?"

"You have never felt ape," He murmurs, moving his arm closer ever so slightly, not wanting you to fear him. He'd never lay a hand on you, but he knows how humans are, so he goes slow.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Is all you can say, curling your fists and placing them on the cold earth. He's being so nice to you, for no reason. It makes your head hurt, to see how kind his eyes are watching you.

"You won't."

With the added reassurance, you reach out your hand and gently brush your fingers along his fur.

It's course, but still pleasant to the touch, the heat radiating from him is an added bonus, warming your cold fingers.

While you're wrapped up in your mind, Caesar suppresses the feeling that works his way down his spine,  your touch sending off signals in his brain, some he hasn't felt since Cornelia passed.

He decides then and there that he will get you used to him, and maybe you'll be gracious enough for him to learn about you.

[monicahar]

—guide on how to fluster the wanderer in four simple steps!

ever wanted your mean lil gremlin of a lover to blush before your very eyes? well, well, you've come the right person!

gn! reader, crack & fluff, dark humor cuz obv i will never miss a chance to bully scara, gets suggestive at the end cause why not djsjsjdjdj idk what im doing i have 26 drafts collecting dust and this is the first thing i finished 💀 help me

# i. choose the appropriate time to strike.

this is the most essential factor in making your huffy lover get embarrassed and not accidentally behead you in a fit.

(he'd never do such a thing on purpose, atleast.)

failing to follow in accordance to this particular step will certainly lead to unwanted consequences such as;

ignoring you the whole day(😦), blasting you off onto another nation(😨), a slight chance of having your head not intact by the end of the day(😰), no warm huggie wuggies from your pretty boyfie(😫) and the ever-dreaded deprivation of authority over his hat(😱)—you couldn't bear to not wear it for a bare minimum of 10 minutes a day!

but if it all comes to shove and you successfully select the perfect timing to initiate your relentless attack on his pride and ego, you might as well prepare your fragile heart for a blessing of a sight such as reddened cheeks present on his fair face as everything from now will be considered smooth sailing! not that hard now, is it?

“you've been gawking at me for a while. what do you want?” you don't flinch a bit when he abruptly closes the book he was previously reading, turning his head to meet your staring eyes with a bothered glare of his own.

ignoring his rather harsh acknowledgement of your silent yearning for his attention to be woven towards you instead of that book he's holding, you blink to yourself as something hits you. he raises a brow at your silence and the seemingly fleeting moment of enlightenment that crosses your blank expression.

the quietude and solitary peace of the room and its atmosphere along with him not throwing his book at you from staring at him basically the whole time he was engorging himself in the piece literature he's holding strongly suggested he was in a good mood.

a perfect moment to strike arises!

# ii. formulate the right approach.

whether your attack should be mild/teasing or rather heated/steamy—it heavily depends on the situation you've chosen and deemed as the appropriate time to strike.

take note of some his small actions to concur what he's feeling at the moment—is he feeling a tad bit annoyed? is he currently in one his clingy moods? does he look like he wants to murder you? or is he just neutral, awaiting for something to interrupt the usual streak of normalcy and growing boredom in his day?

but right now, in your current time—he was just reading his book before he finally picked up and confronted your lengthened staring burning the side of his face.

so something a bit more on the light teasing side would fit. if you brought up some type of dirty joke right now amidst the very normal and quiet day you both are having, he'd probably stand up, approach you with his light footsteps, and backhandedly slap you across the face for being such a horndog.

(that was a joke, for legal reasons. he's more likely to just squint his eyes at you weirdly and continue on reading his book, resulting into the failure of your plan to see him get embarrassed. game over.)

choosing to be a clever dog just this once, you coordinate your attack to match up along with your reply to his earlier question—barking back with the intention to strike at one of his weak points only open to his lover; his perfected features that make up his beautiful face.

raising a hand to your cheek as to feign shyness from being caught red-handed by staring at him, you let out a hearty giggle to soothe his nerves—his frown immediately dissipating from the sound of your laughter. his last defensive barrier: shattered. shutting your eyes knowingly as you raise a cup of bitter tea to your lips, you already know you've won.

“hehe, my bad. you just look a bit more handsome today.”

“...”

a beat of silence overcomes the short exchange of words.

it might seem light or weak to others, heck, even you see it as a bit pathetic, but to the complete virgin former harbinger, he views it totally differently from how others would have expected.

a small push filled with sincerity and truth is his breaking point a hundred percent of the time.

lifting your eyelids as you place your teacup down, your heart clenches at the sight before you.

# iii. relish in the rare moment of weakness.

soak it all up as much as you can. but don't let greed take over you at the taste of victory.

moments such as these aren't anywhere near common at all. your excitement is nearly overflowing but you have to keep yourself still as to not ruin it for yourself.

you're so used to being shut down and ending in utter failure when trying to pry a positive reaction from him—that you could probably just burst from happiness alone when he finally concedes relents to your teasing.

you'd have to hold yourself down from pouncing on him from the display of sheer cuteness he's currently presenting to you, albeit you were quite annoyed with how he's trying hard to hide the rosy cheeks and ears you adored underneath the shadow of his hat.

why is he wearing his hat inside your shared inn? you don't know.

pushing yourself off from your seat, you quietly approach the man sitting across from you, cautious in your movements as to not startle and scare him away at this small window of vulnerability—already well-informed of his past experiences regarding it.

gently lifting his hat up and discarding it onto a nearby tabletop, he stares at you with wide eyes as you quickly swoop down to peck his forehead, and then down to his lips before pulling away just as hastily.

the caught-off-guard look on his face makes you coo at the sight in the back of your mind.

eyeing his flushed state, you can't help but let out a soft sigh as you seat yourself on his lap, wrapping your hands around him to pull him closer, chests against each other's as he remains stiffened underneath your loving hold.

cute.

“handsome.” you mutter, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “my handsome boy.”

# iv. now, freestyle. 😼

do you want to cut the moment short, play hard to get and leave him wanting for more? or do you want to prolong the playful mood—and quite possibly, lead it into something more?

if you've started something, then you're surely going to finish it, right?

the wanderer, after all—dislikes people when they're all bark and no bite.

“you said that just to tease me, didn't you?” his clammy hands that were suspended in the air for so long out of surprise finally made themselves home to your hips, his hold on it nearly bruising as he desperately tries to calm down his erratic emotions. “always think you're so funny, huh.” he mutters.

“i supposed so, initially. it still held truth in the end though. i like your cute reactions.” you admit with a lop-sided smile, cupping his burning cheek as you slight lean away to look at him wholly. “a very handsome boyfriend, indeed.” you nod in affirmation, making him narrow his eyes.

his blush is now non-existent as he's now back to his normal self, having gained composure as quickly as it left the moment you sat yourself on his lap. he was cute earlier, avoiding your gaze and all that, but this side of him was undoubtedly way more attractive. his exuding confidence always never fails to drive you crazy.

a shiver makes it way down your spine when an all-knowing smirk makes its way to his lips.

“alright then, [name].” he leans back on his chair, his hands not leaving your hips to keep you anchored atop of him, the expanse of his lean body now a lot more visible to you. “what's your next course of action? are you going to stand up and disappoint me? ...or are you going to live up to the hinted suggestions of your less-than-friendly touches just now?”

there it was. that daring gaze of his.

are you going to continue upholding the streak of normalcy you didn't know you were both capable of, or will you give in to your desires?

and then nahida barges in, slaps both of you with an overgrown radish and everyone starts behaving like proper educated adults 🥰 the end.

[lemmetreatya]

BABES, DILF ONYANKOPAN PLS...

OHHHHHH OF COURSE!! ANYTHING FOR YOU SCHNOOKUMS!!

content: very soft, suggestive tones

dilf!onyankopon is a loving father to his kids and a beautifully affectionate husband to you. hes such a family oriented man and genuinely finds pleasure in working hard to provide for his family. 

dilf!onyankopon whos sometimes away for long times because of his work as a pilot, but he’s always making an effort to make up for his time away. 

dilf!onyankopon who loves setting up anything from pools to trampolines to swings to slides for the kids. he doesnt consider himself a handy man but give him a set of instructions or a youtube video and he works it out just fine. he will also not think twice about joining in with them when they ask him to.

“daddy, come play with us!” 

the loud giggles of children have been ringing within the backyard all day but its now that his oldest daughter calls out to him that he’s suddenly alerted by the call. 

“want me to come and beat you guys again, huh?” he grins widely. not that he cared about participating much, but its you he turns and gives a look to. 

can I? his eyes silently ask and you can only roll your eyes before nodding your head in their direction with a thick smile. 

“just make sure nobody come to me crying bout a pulled back or bumped head.”

dilf!onyankopon who absolutely will not mind throwing down onto the bbq. will take every opportunity to call the boys and their families round for a grill up as soon as there’s even a GLIMPSE OF SUN. uses the “Ive got everything but ____” trick on his friends so that he can get away with them all bringing the extra items and him just supplying the meat 💀💀💀

dilf!onyankopon likes letting you have moderate reign over his money. he isnt too fussed about what you spend it on but best believe he demands to see specific things that you buy. not so he can keep tabs, but so he can see how good things look on you.  

Onyankopon (ICE): Show me. 

You: show you what?

Onyankopon (ICE): Don’t try play with me. 

Onyankopon (ICE): Whatever you got at the lingerie store. I want to see. 

You: HOW????

You: you cctv’ing me now?! 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Onyankopon (ICE): Bank notifications. 

Onyankopon (ICE): Now show me. I’m getting impatient. 

Onyankopon (ICE): Attachment 3

You: shiiiit???

Onyankopon (ICE): Exactly. So don’t keep me waiting. 

Onyankopon (ICE): Please. 

dilf!onyankopon whos a massive lover about the food you cook him. will never fail to compliment you on what you cook for him and is greatly appreciative of when you do. goes out his way to promote the kids to do the same

dilf!onyankopon who is absolutely infatuated with you regardless of your state — or his state, for that matter.

“how did i ever get so lucky with you?” 

the man continues to pepper kisses over your face. his main target is your lips but he seems to miss that spot occasionally. however, you’re careful not to push him away or act in opposition to his affection. drunk dilf!onyankopon a sappy man once upset. 

“baby, please go to sleep.” you whine once his mouth is off yours. 

“but i love you!” he says through a pout. “do you not love me too?”

“onyankopon, i love you too much to comprehend, but right now you’re wine drunk and need to go to sleep. you have work in the morning.” 

you place a hand lightly on his head and try lower him back down onto his own pillow but dilf!onyankopon makes a sound of resistance before springing upwards. 

“but im not tired! i have so much energy! with you by my side, i could conquer the world!”

“oh really?” you say with a raised eyebrow. “well, since you’ve got enough energy to conquer the world, you could start at home by mowing the lawn.”

as soon as you say those words, dilf!onyankopon suddenly plops his head onto the pillow, his cheek squished against it. 

“awe man, i feel so sleepy…” he fake yawns. 

[cambion-companion]

bestie your aemond fics make my brain function but only for aemond like my brain will throw out different ideas and they’ll only be for aemond 💀

that being said, i’m picturing a very sweet, kind lady-in-waiting to helaena. insults don’t really get to her, she just says thank you and moves on. she appears dumb, but in reality, she’s actually very intelligent and calculated, she just doesn’t think she needs to waste air on people who have nothing better to do than insult her. she saves that for people who insult helaena or aemond, but she does it in such a way it seems almost like a compliment until the person really thinks on it. i personally think aemond would be the only one to see that though, since he’s so silent and observant. like imagine a lady of the court calls helaena an idiot when she isn’t near to defend herself or hear and this lady-in-waiting is so quick to helaena’s defense. so quick. like she just murmurs to herself “takes one to know one” and aemond just can’t help but chuckle as he overhears. like this lady is SO quick-witted. she probably gives aegon a hard time too especially when he treats helaena like shit.

aegon: *openly flirting with a servant in front of EVERYONE*

helaena’s lady: *murmuring under her breath* it would be a miracle if you could even get your cock hard enough after the thirteen goblets of wine you’ve had, your highness.

aemond: *choking on his wine*

helaena’s lady: *placing a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles and to hide her reddening cheeks bc she’s a little embarrassed aemond heard her*

"Checkmate!" Helaena giggled, sitting back in her cushioned armchair triumphantly.

"You really are terrible at this game." Aegon observed helpfully from over your shoulder. "Quite the critical thinker. It's not as though you've tough competition."

"I don't see you winning any matches." You snapped back. "Or doing much of anything useful, really."

"Lady Y/N makes a good point, brother." Aemond chimed in from where he reclined by the fireplace, book in hand.

"Let's face it." You continued. "Helaena is just too smart for all of us."

The princess beamed at you as Aemond chuckled softly. Aegon rolled his eyes, huffing before slumping into his own chair gracelessly. "Where's the wine?"

"You drank it all." You, Helaena and Aemond spoke at once, glancing at each other in amusement.

Helaena laughed again, rubbing her hands together eagerly. "Another round, Y/N?"

"I might be the one in need of some wine if we are to continue, princess." You looked at her fondly.

"Excellent!" Aegon clapped for the servants. "Bring us more wine!"

"I'll fetch us a different game, Y/N" Helaena rose and hurried out of the room as several servants entered.

Full goblets were distributed to all of you sitting in the drawing room, Aemond took his glass not looking up from his book and Aegon eagerly tipped his own to his lips.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as the elder prince caught the wrist of one pretty serving maid. "Why don't you stay a while? Your lovely face pleases me."

"I'm surprised you can tell a man from a woman in your current state." You quipped, frowning in distaste at the inebriated prince.

Aegon ignored you, tugging the maid closer. "Come, sit on my lap. I have a little problem I could use some help with."

"Please." You sneered. "As if you could get your cock hard after all the goblets of wine you've had."

You heard a splutter as Aemond choked on the sip of wine he'd just taken. Your face warmed as he coughed, still laughing at your boldness. He turned in his seat to face his brother. "Leave her, Aegon."

"I don't answer to you, Aemond."

"Then I suppose I shall report to mother how you continue to harass the serving girls even after the last incident." Aemond's voice was cool and even, but you could hear the undercurrent of rising anger.

"Oh fine. The lot of you are no fun." Aegon released the girl, who looked at you with gratitude before hurrying out of the room just as Helaena returned.

The princess placed a complex looking board game on the table before you, smiling, oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

You felt Aemond's eye upon your face, tactfully avoiding his gaze as Aegon pouted in the corner. Helaena spread out the game, chattering animatedly as she explained the rules to you. Feeling the blush still upon your cheeks you turned your face, your eyes flitting to glance at Aemond. He was observing you, a small smile upon his lips. He gave you the slightest of nods before returning his attention back to the book in his lap.

You looked quickly away, Helaena trailing your line of sight with a knowing look. She leaned forward clasping your hands in her own. "The dragon's fire is not always to be feared." She lowered her voice so only you could hear her next words. "Not when the dragon falls in love."

[daisies-daydreams]

💀 I think I’m a fiend atp. OKAY SO. Miguel O’Hara with..obviously a big girl 😭 so basically she doesn’t know the hold she has over Miguel..like..she doesn’t know what she does to him. Usually he’s so uptight and believes his word is absolute, but around her it’s like he’s a puppy. Follows every (maybe not EVERY but you get it) word and helps out when asked. He doesn’t do this with anyone else. So let’s just say he comes home heavily bruised and very tired and obvi we are concerned about him so we coddle him. He just smooshes his head between her breasts and his hands go everywhere, massaging and gripping to ease his mind. He just melts and we hold him close 🤭 PERSONALLY it can have smut but I really don’t know what the smut would be about BUT if you have an idea feel free to like write that shit down 😭😭🫶 your smut is the best ngl

Spoil You (Miguel O’Hara x F!Plus-Sized!Reader)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Plus-Sized!F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Swearing, Descriptions of Bruises/Injuries, Marshmallow Hell, Touch Starved Miguel, Oral Sex (69) Word Count: TBA

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you so much for your sweet comment about my writing. 🫶 This is a request after my own heart fr. I wasn't really sure what kind of smut to write…but who doesn’t enjoy a good meal after a hard day’s work? 🥴

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Miguel lumbered through the glowing, hexagonal portal. His whole body ached, each bone and muscle groaning as he collapsed on his couch with a heavy sigh. He winced when he felt the bruises all over his body throb and swell.

“Miguel?” you called from the bedroom. He perked his head up.

“Sí, I’m home,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. You rounded the corner, only to giggle.

“Miguel? Why are you still wearing your suit?” you asked with a bubbly voice. His heart nearly stopped when you slipped your hand into his, squeezing it a little. He hissed between gritted teeth and flinched away. Your smile fell.

“Did you get hurt?” you asked. Miguel remained silent for a few moments.

“A little bit,” he muttered. His eyes widened as you brought your hand up to cup his covered cheek.

“Miguel, let me see,” you said with a soft yet stern tone. Miguel swallowed as he shook his head.

“Bebé, it’s late. You need to get some sleep-don’t worry about me,” he tried to reassure you. You slid your thumb along his cheek and shook your head.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said with a firm nod. Miguel smiled a little at your stubbornness, though he felt guilt creep back into the space inside his chest. With a heavy exhale, he slowly let this mask fade away. Your breath audibly hitched when you saw his swollen black eye and bruised jaw. You inspected his face, carefully tilting it side to side before letting your hand fall back into his.

“Did you go get checked out?” you asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, they told me to come home and rest,” Miguel shrugged. You hummed as you gently stroked over his knuckles with your thumb.

“Well…I’m all ready for bed. Why don’t we relax together?” you suggested with a purr. Miguel cracked a wry smile as he snaked his hand around and pinched your asscheek. “Miguel!” you gasped. He chuckled before squeezing your hand and kissing your temple.

“Let’s head to the bedroom, then,” he whispered. Miguel was mesmerized by the way your body bounced as you led him to the room, your hips surely swaying side to side on purpose. You gazed at him with a soft smile before slipping onto the bed and patting your chest.

“Come on, Papi,” you giggled as you smoothed your hands over your breasts. Miguel licked his lips.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he smirked before carefully crawling on top of you. His features softened as he pressed his lips to yours, his muscles relaxing as he felt the soft warmth of your mouth. Miguel sighed as he slotted his hips over yours, smiling as he heard you squeak below him. It felt like an eternity before he pulled back. You parted your lips before he suddenly buried his face into your tits.

“Miguel!” you laughed as he shoved his nose deep into your cleavage. A low rumble rose from his chest as he nuzzled his face against your plush mounds, his greedy hands fondling your love handles. He remained between your breasts before slowly tilting his head to the side.

"I've missed you so much, cariño," he confessed. He heard your heartbeat quicken as you rested your hand over his dark, messy locks.

"I missed you, too, big bear," you smiled before kissing the crown of his head. Miguel grunted, the warmth of your plush tits making him sigh, his muscles relaxing with each breath. “Do you want to take a bath?” you asked as you brushed your hand through his hair. Miguel slowly shook his head, making you giggle when he groaned against your breasts. “Wanna just stay like this?” you inquired. He nodded as his hands remained on your waist.

You gasped when you felt his fingers brush down your upper thighs. Miguel flared his nostrils against your cleavage as his suit began to fade away. He heard your breath stutter as more and more of his skin became exposed, his naked chest resting against your stomach as he nipped at the top of your shirt.

“Mmm, muñeca,” Miguel purred as his cock twitched between his muscular thighs [doll]. You swallowed as he squeezed your waist, his pupils dilating as he swiped his tongue over the crevice between your breasts.

“M-Miguel,” you gasped as your hands found purchase on his shoulders. Miguel hissed when you accidentally squeezed a sore spot, pain instantly shooting through his upper body. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you said before withdrawing your hands. The hulking man simply pouted at your lack of touch.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Miguel smiled softly before tilting your head up. He raised one of his thick brows as he saw a familiar light in your eye.

“What’s on your mind, hermosa?” Miguel whispered as he rubbed slow, small circles on your hips. You shifted your shoulders a little, nearly squishing his lips between your tits.

“I was thinking…maybe you could lie down and let me take care of you tonight,” you murmured before tugging your shirt down. Miguel froze when he felt your breasts spill out from your clothes, your tits jiggling as they sprang free. His cock twitched as he licked his lips.

“Hm, and what did you have in mind?” he smirked. You bit your bottom lip again before shifting beneath him.

“You’re just going to have to trust me,” you whispered before pecking his cheek. Miguel felt warmth spread from head to toe as he slowly pushed himself up.

“Then by all means, lead the way,” he said as he made room for you to switch places. Your features brightened almost instantly as you slipped off the bed. Miguel watched with hungry eyes as you wiggled out of your clothes, revealing your curvaceous form. You glanced at him, chest rising and falling as you slung one of your legs over his sharp waist. A lump formed in his throat as you arched your back, your round, voluptuous ass shaking against his abs.

“Que lindo culo, Mami,” Miguel husked before taking two handfuls of your bum into his palms [Such a cute ass, Mommy]. You mewled as he played with your cheeks, his cock growing harder with each pull, squeeze and tug of your soft ass. He groaned as he felt you slowly rock your hips, spreading your slick against his taut lower stomach.

“Mmm, bebé, por fa-I haven’t tasted you in so long,” Miguel swallows thickly [baby, please]. You released a shaky breath as he slid his thumbs over the globes of your ass, his tongue feeling dry and cracked without the taste of your sweet nectar. “Please, cariño. Tengo sed,” he uttered with a shaky breath [honey; I’m thirsty].

“B-But Miguel, what if I-“ you moaned when he reached an arm around your waist, his hand finding your clit as on instinct. A wave of heat rushed over his body as he circled his finger around your puffy button.

“I don’t care. I’m already bruised and battered…what better way for me to go out than eating my favorite meal, hm?” Miguel hummed as he playfully pinched your clit. Even more blood rushed to his cock when he felt your pussy gush against his stomach, your slick coating his v-lines as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Papi,” you whined as Miguel circled your clit a little faster. He chuckled as your ass slid closer to his face.

“Sí conejita…give me this sweet pussy of yours while you suck my cock,” Miguel growled, his broad chest rising and falling as you ground your drooling sex against his stomach [Yes bunny]. His heart fluttered as he watched you shift on top of him, your thighs slotting around his head as you lowered your lips. He grunted against your drenched slit as you puffed a breath of hot air against his cock. Miguel slid his hands to cup your ass as he flicked his tongue out, drawing a gasp from you. He kneaded the flesh of your bum as he suddenly shoved your hips against his face, his tongue fully submerged within your folds as he moved his head side to side.

“M-Micky!” you cried out as he flattened his tongue over your labia. He smirked against your warm cunt, his wet muscle yearning to dive inside your pulsating walls. Miguel flinched when he felt your soft lips press against the head of his flush dick. He nearly hiccuped as he felt your juices flood his mouth.

Miguel closed his eyes as you wrapped your mouth around his tip, suckling on it gingerly like a lollipop. You squealed when he grabbed your ass and squeezed it harshly. You suddenly sank down on his shaft, the feeling of your wet inner cheeks stretching to accommodate his size causing him to release a loud moan. He just barely bucked his hips forward as you pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he thought as you ground your hips against his face, smearing your arousal across his chin as he slurped and lapped at your dripping sex. He opened his mouth and enveloped his lips against your pretty folds as you began to bob your head up and down his length, the tip of his heavy cock gently tapping against the back of your throat.

Both of you moaned as the lewd, wet sounds of your mixed pleasures cascaded through the small bedroom.

“So sweet,” Miguel thought as he licked a bold stripe up and down your cunt. He parted for a brief moment before diving back in as if the intoxicating taste of your pussy was more important than air itself. He relished in the way your drool dripped down his shaft with every bob of your head, your spit dribbling down to coat one of your hands at the base of his shaft.

He shivered when you moaned around his dick as he traced a plethora of quick, sloppy “I-L-Y’s” along your slit. He could feel your entrance pucker against his lips before he slowly prodded at it with the tip of his tongue.

“Mph,” you groaned, the vibrations of your little sounds of pleasure making his cock pulse between your cheeks. Miguel grinned before he let his wet muscle sink inside your juicy hole. Your lover squeezed your supple flesh as you rocked his hips against his face, your engorged clit rubbing against his chin as he pumped his tongue along your gummy walls. He couldn’t help the way his hips twitched and thrusted into your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, the knot in his lower belly growing tighter and tighter.

“Mi corázon-sabes deliciosa,” the thought repeated like a broken record as he curled his tongue inside your delicious cunt [My heart-you taste delicious]. He moaned as he heard you gag a little, his cock now lodged inside your tight throat as he sharply thrusted into your mouth, his balls slapping up and down as you whined. He could only imagine the pretty sight of your lips straining around his girth, but the image was quickly lost when you suddenly squeezed his testicles in your warm hand.

His eyes rolled back as his hips snapped up, pleasure ripping through his exhausted body as he moaned. His cock twitched as he emptied down your throat, coating your esophagus and mouth with thick ropes of his hot, sticky cum. Everything felt so clear and fuzzy at the same time as he gently rocked his hips, his body overwhelmed with pure bliss.

Miguel sighed against your sex as he floated back down from his high. He grunted as you slowly pulled yourself off of his thick, meaty rod, his softening cock slipping past your lips as a bead of cum swelled over his slit. He squeezed your waist when you audibly swallowed his spend, the sound echoing inside his mind. He felt your smile as you kissed his lip, your tongue swiping over his slit with a small, wet kitten lick. He smirked before gently dragging his tongue along your gummy walls, savoring the grip your pussy had on his thick muscle.

“M-Miguel,” you gasped, your voice slightly hoarse as your thighs shook around his head. Miguel chuckle, the sound making your walls flutter around his tongue as he swirled, thrusted and lapped inside your hole. You cried and rolled your hips, your pussy squelching as Miguel quickened his movements.

“Papi, f-fuck!” you sobbed. Miguel groaned as he felt your soft body grind against his, your ass jiggling just above him as he devoured your cunt. He grinned against your slit before suddenly making a loud slurping sound. He patted his lips as you stiffened above him, a wave of your cum flooding his mouth as your walls gripped and convulsed around his tongue.

Miguel rubbed his hands up and down your curvy hips and ass as you rode on his face, your sweet juices coating his tastebuds as you moaned and whined above him. You rocked your hips a few more times before your walls loosened around his muscle, your thighs still shaking as you took a deep, shaky breath. Miguel pulled out with a slick “pop” before kissing your drenched cunt.

“Thank you for the delicious meal, hermosa,” your lover purred as he patted your ass. You whimpered above him before slowly turning around. Miguel felt his cheeks glow with heat when he saw your fucked out face-eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and parted. He smiled as you gently laid yourself on top of him, your breasts flush against his as he kissed the top of your head.

“Why don’t we take that bath you suggested earlier, hm?” he suggested with a whisper. You smiled against his clavicle as you shifted your gaze.

“I’d love that,” you smiled warmly.

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mastermind, part six

this ones kinda long LMAO SORRY💀💀

anyways two updates in one day, active era fr

this ones the end of sixth year, next parts going to be the start of seventh year

and i thought of y/n's dress for the ball to be like rory's for her chilton dance in gilmore girls but i havent rlly added any description for it in here so feel free to imagine whatever!!

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warnings: angst, swearing

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The next few weeks leading up to the ball pass by in a blur and it all starts off with me breaking the news to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

“Hey guys,” I say putting my bag down the next day with a brighter smile than usual on my face.

“Hello? What’s got you all giggly?” Harry questions, giving Ron his charms homework to copy frantically before we have to go to the lesson after breakfast.

“Oh, nothing…” I say with a grin, looking over at the Slytherin table only to find Theo already looking at me with a smile, making blood rush up to my cheeks and ears.

Hermione raises her eyebrows at me in question and follows my eyes to the table finding Theo just before he turns away to his friends.

“Y/n?” Hermione says warningly, breaking me into telling them everything.

“Okay fine! Ah, you won’t believe this! You know Theodore?” I squeal.

Harry raises his eyebrows as Ron snaps up from his homework, staring at me, “Who? Nott?”

“Yes,” I reply with my smile getting bigger and bigger as Hermione shakes me by the arm, squealing and giggling. Of course, she’d know, she helped him plan it.

“He asked me to the ball!”

Harry’s frown quickly turns into a huge grin as he looks back at Theo and gives him a thumbs up which Theo returns with an upwards nod and grin.

“And what did you say?” Ron asks, deathly calm.

“I said yes.”

“What?! Why would you do that?” He all but shouts.

“Ron! He’s nice, I want to go with him.”

“How can he be nice he’s a Slytherin.” he sneers.

“Ronald! Why can’t you just be happy for them? At least Nott’s got the courage to ask a girl out.” Hermione says, clearly upset as we both stand up and I stick my tongue out at him, walking out the hall with Hermione as Harry shakes his head disappointedly at Ron.

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A few days after there’s a quidditch match and Theo invites me to come watch him play.

“You should come to the match tomorrow.” He whispers as Slughorn drones on about the origin of Amortentia.

“Which? Slytherin and Hufflepuff?” I whisper back toying with my quill.

“Mhm.”

“Why?” I whisper with a smug smile to which Theo replies with a knowing look.

“You know why.”

“I’d like to hear you say it.”

He sighs before surrendering, “Fine. I’d like it if you were there. Happy now?” “Very,” I say with a smile, gathering my things and standing up as Slughorn dismisses our class.

The match goes well with Slytherin winning and Theo flying down to meet me a few times. He’d hover down and give me a smile or point at me after scoring a quaffle.

“Is that Theo’s?” Hermione asks with a smile, pointing to my scarf.

“What? Oh yeah, it is.” I say with a huge smile seeing the scarf he’d given me that night, engraved in silver with his initials.

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We’d started studying together too. Almost every night, we’d meet up at the library with hot chocolate and a stack of old books, simply sitting together and reading or helping one another with formulas or spells.

“What did you get for number 12?” Theo asks, the smell of his cologne floods my nose as he leans over, his soft hair gently brushing the side of my jaw.

“I got uhm…I got impedimenta” I slightly stuttered, clearly flustered as Theo looked up at me with a smug grin.

“Oh shut up you prick.” I say, shoving him into the large stack of books next to him, making them tip over and him getting a hard stare from the librarian as I silently laugh at him.

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“Hey, have you read this one?” Theo asks, holding a red book up to me with gold lettering on the cover.

The bookshop we’re in is unusually empty compared to the ones I usually go to, this one being Theo’s pick for our trip to Hogsmeade. It seems that there was a part of Hogsmeade that I hadn’t explored yet. Or many other people for that matter.

“Oh yeah, I have, it's so good, the plot twist goes mad.” I say excitedly as Theo raises an eyebrow and puts it in his basket, slowly filling up with books.

The snowstorm outside rages on as I scan the shop from one end to the other for the perfect book to read next (ignoring the reminder in the back of my head that I’ve already got a shelf full of unread books at home).

I pick up a blue book titled, “Edera” and open it up, the story inside intriguing me more than I thought it would. I tear myself away from the book, convincing myself I’d enjoy it more some other time when I’m warmer and decide to check my purse for the change for it instead.

Fuck. I left my wallet in my dorm.

I put the book back where I found it, kicking myself for forgetting my wallet in the rush of getting out early enough and going to where Theo was.

“Hey, ready to go?”

“Yeah almost I just need to pay, you go ahead to the cafe I’ll meet you there.” He says, taking his money out of his coat pocket, approaching the counter.

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When Christmas Day morning came, the entire day leading up to the ball had passed by in a blur. Presents were given, food was eaten and Hermione and I had gotten into a massive snowball fight with Harry, Ron, Ginny and the twins. The girls had teamed up against the boys and crushed them in the snow frenzy.

At five o’clock, Hermione, Ginny and I left to go get ready for the event.

The girls got ready in my room, Ginny being in charge of makeup, Hermione in charge of hair and Y/N in charge of the dresses and accessories.

“You know,” I say clasping a diamond necklace on Hermione’s neck, “even though you’re not going with Ron you can still dance with him.”

“That is if he’s not busy with his Lav Lav.” Hermione replies, mocking Ron’s nickname for Lavender Brown.

“Please, once he sees you, he’ll forget all about her,” Ginny speaks up from her place above me, putting a small silver star clip at the side of my hair.

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I hastily leave the common room and walk up the stairs leading to the entrance hall, Hermione and Ginny had left a few minutes before me as I had misplaced my shoes.

I stop at the top of the staircase, looking around for my friends.

Ginny had spotted me first, she was talking with Fred and Harry, both of whom were with their dates. Ginny saw me before I saw her and shouted my name waving to get my attention.

Theo turned around first, his mouth dropped as he saw me(, in his opinion, Y/N had never looked more beautiful).

He walked over to meet me at the end of the stairs and said, “You…wow…You look stunning. I like the star.” he adds on, smiling.

“Thank you Theo, you look amazing.” I smile brightly up at him.

We meet up with everyone else, me giving a consoling smile to Ron who admittedly didn’t look half bad in his robes and Harry who looked amazing in his. We all complement one another and walk in together, arms linked with each of our dates.

Instead of the long house tables that were usually in the hall, there were about a hundred smaller ones set for a dozen people, littered all around the space. We all went around and moved to one of the smaller tables. The dining hall was adorned with a massive Christmas tree, ornamented with white and blue baubles, the walls of the hall were covered in sparkling silver frost and hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy hung under the starry ceiling.

The white plates in front of us were empty, except for a single menu resting on each one.

“What are we supposed to do, starve?” Ron exclaimed as Hermione rolled her eyes at him and said the name of whatever she wanted off the menu and it appeared on her plate.

“Oh, I get it now. Thanks, Mione.” Ron smiles up at her, which she ignores. The rest of us filled in pursuit, eating anything we wished while making jokes with one another.

When all the food had been eaten, Dumbledore stood up from his space on the main table and asked everyone to do the same, he then waved his wand and the tables all zoomed to the walls, leaving the floor clear. He then conjured a raised platform complete with guitars, a lute, a cello and bagpipes.

The Weird Sisters walked up to the stage, exciting a sea of applause, they picked up their instruments to play.

“May I have this dance?” I look to the side of me to see Theo half bent over with one hand at his back and the other extended out for me to take it. I giggle at his crooked smile and take his hand, nodding as he pulls me close to him, swaying gently to the slow song.

“Are you enjoying tonight?” Theo asks softly, looking down at me.

“Mhm, I’m having a wonderful time.” I say grinning up at him as he smiles contentedly and says, “Good.”

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We dance and joke the night away together, completely losing track of time until the ball’s long gone along with everyone else and Theo and I are the only people left in the dimmed hall, laughing at each other's jokes.

“And then he goes, ‘My father will hear about this!’ before she wacks him in the face!” Theo lets out in between laughs, sending me creasing over.

He calms down before I do and looks over at me, fiddling with my shoes in his hands that I’d swapped with his long ago. “I’m so sorry Theo I’m never wearing heels again, I swear.” I had said, to which he replied, “Don’t worry love, I’d swap my shoes with you any day.” leaving me a flustered mess.

“You’re so pretty.” He says simply, smiling at me softly.

I don’t say anything in return but smile and take his hand leading him to the nearest mistletoe, his eyes never leaving me.

“Look up,” I whisper.

He looks up in realisation and down again, eyes darting between my lips and eyes.

He slowly leans in, his cologne swarming around me and butterflies erupting in my tummy as I stand on my tiptoes to meet his lips. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me close as mine go to the hair in the back of his neck and his bicep, holding each tightly in anticipation.

He lets out a soft groan and I can feel his minty breath on my face but before we can touch we’re broken apart by a shout outside.

“Theodore!” the panicked voice gets closer and closer as we break away and reach for our wands.

Draco appears in the doorway, looking dishevelled with his white shirt slightly unbuttoned and the cuffs rolled up. His usually tidy hair is messy and a look of fear and alarm in his eyes, spreading and overtaking the confusion in Theo’s.

The quiet, calm ambience in the room immediately leaves as Draco stands at the doorway nodding his head silently at Theo.

“No,” Theo whispers softly, his hold on my hand becoming tighter as he leads me behind him in protection.

“Theo, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice coming out quieter than I thought it would.

When I don’t get a reply from him I ask the same question to Draco, my voice slightly louder now, laced with panic as I look between the two boys.

“We have to go Theodore. Now.” Draco says before he runs out of sight, leaving Theo and me alone again.

“Theo, can you please tell me what the fuck is going on?” I ask a final time, almost fearing his answer.

“Y/n you need to listen to me very… very carefully.” He says, his voice breaking mid-sentence and his bottom lip quivering.

“Theo…” I hold his hand and he holds mine back tighter.

“It…I…it wasn’t supposed- to be this way I-” He breaks in his words as he holds onto my hands for dear life, tears gathering up in his eyes, threatening to spill out at any second. He takes a deep breath before slowly pulling the robes that were covering his left arm up.

Black ink, seared into his soft skin showing a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.

The defaced skin around the mark was red hot, clearly irritated and inflicting pain on him.

My stomach dropped, as did my hands from his and his eyebrows furrowed slightly at my flinching away from him. I looked up at him and saw pure pain written all over his face.

“How long Theo?” My voice comes out quiet and broken as tears glass over my eyes.

“Five months.” He whispers.

His reply feels like a punch to the gut, replacing all my feelings of sadness with betrayal.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! You prick! You could’ve told me and I’d fix it, I’d help you fix it Theo, why didn’t you tell me?!” I shout up at him, my fists hitting his strong chest repeatedly as he simply stands there in surrender until my arms and emotions give out and I sob into his chest.

“You can’t.” He says softly, holding me closer as we cry into each other's arms.

He pulls away slightly, still keeping his close hold on me and saying, “Please, please, go to your dorm, lock the door and stay there all night. Please don’t go out for any reason love please just stay there, stay safe, I am begging you.”

“What? Theo, why? No, no I’m- I’m coming with you.”

“No love you can’t. You don’t get it I have to do this, I have to leave.”

“Theo stop, you don’t have to leave, we can go to Dumbledore, we can explain everything, he’ll fix it I know he will.”

“No I…I can’t do this, I'm sorry,” he says with furrowed brows, walking away from me as I walk after him.

“Theo no…please! Theo stop it please, come back.” I say after him, all but begging him to stay.

“This was a mistake,” he says, turning around with a hard look on his face.

“What?” I whisper, feeling like a knife has been pushed through my chest, impaling my heart.

“You heard me.” he nods to himself, hands shaking but keeping the poker face on.

Pain, betrayal, hurt and anger rush through me, chilling me to the bone as my face hardens and tears stop.

“You’re an asshole, Theodore Nott! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” is the last thing I say to Theo before he leaves and with that I’m left alone sobbing on the floor in my gown.

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“Y/n!” Hermione shouts my name as I enter the dorm with puffy eyes.

I look up to find almost everyone from our year sitting around somewhere in the common room, some in gowns and robes and others in pyjamas, nonetheless all holding each other as they cry together.

“Hermione…what’s going on?”

“Dumbledore’s dead,” she answers in a broken whisper, “and Malfoy and Nott are gone.” My stomach drops as my brain goes straight to Draco and Theo. They never deserved this, they’re only kids. We all sit around crying and consoling one another before early morning comes and we go to our dorms.

As I enter my room something on the bed catches my eye, making what’s left of my heart drop to my stomach and tears rush to my eyes once again.

The blue book.

Theo.

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sixth year done!!

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Guardian (Part 9)

Jiraiya x Sarutobi!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Synopsis: Your brother gave you an assignment, "Go ask Sakumo Hatake if he needs help with his newborn." It was a simple task, but it snowballed into so much more.

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A/n: this has been nine chapters of pure Angst. I promise the next one will have comfort 💀

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TW: blood, violence, mention of death

Minutes turned into hours before your cries quieted down into pathetic whimpers. Taking deep breaths helped you calm down further as you finally began to think through a plan. If you could get your hands free, you could fight. You were rusty; that much was true. But you weren't weak despite what the man assumed.

Your hand twisted uncomfortably to feel the knot tied around your wrist. "Dammit," you huffed as you felt the knot's tightness. Wiggling your hand, you found the rope had some slack, but it was still tight enough to hurt you if you attempted to wiggle out of it. "I can do this. I can do this" Your breathing was shaky as you twisted your hand more to pull it from the confines. A cry of pain flew from your chest, making you bite your lip to silence yourself. You couldn't sense the man anywhere nearby, but you weren't taking any chances.

Tears formed in your eyes as the rope moved your bones into uncomfortable positions, all while dragging harshly against your skin. You were at the thickest part now. One more tug and you'd be free. Taking a deep breath, you ripped your arm, and your hand followed. Pain exploded up your wrist, and your lip began to bleed from how hard you were biting it, but you were free. You ripped off the blindfold before bringing your still-bound hand to your freed one. Within seconds you had released your other hand and had shakily stood up. Your eyes wandered around the room, trying to find a way to escape other than the singular door.

It would seem that if you wanted to get Kakashi, you'd have to go out that door, and more importantly, you'd have to fight. "I hate fighting," you muttered as you stretched out your aching wrists. You looked up at the ceiling as you shook out the rest of your limbs, warming them up for something you haven't done in years. Fighting was never your favorite thing to do, but your brother forced you to train so that if you ended up in these situations, you'd be okay. Energy flooded your veins as you gathered your Chakra up in your body. You were surprised with how easy it was, considering you hadn't used Ninjutsu in over ten years. You knew why it was easy, and you silently thanked all the gods above for placing you in the Sarutobi clan. Not only that, you were thanking them for your brother, who pushed you past your limits more times than you can count.

Without him, you'd be dead by now.

Your bones seemed to vibrate at the vast amount of energy flowing within you. You had to be quick. Using this much Chakra was going to tire you out quickly. Taking a step towards the door, you halted as the sound of shuffling sounded from behind it. You were hoping for a few more seconds of meditation, but it would seem that your aura gave you away rather quickly.

The door swung open, and while the man looked at you with wide eyes, he quickly scanned the room for another person before once more looking at you in disbelief. "This… This is your Chakra?"

A giddy giggle came from you as you took in his fear-stricken face. Your aura must have been immense, considering how fast he shifted into pure terror. "Did you think I was a useless civilian?" You started sweetly as you quickly did the hand signs to activate your earth-style ninjutsu. You dropped to the ground, fingers slamming against the floor as you urged the roots underneath the building to rise to the surface. The ground shook beneath your feet, and the man flew back towards the door, but a root had already broken through and grabbed it, stopping his escape. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry-" His voice grew muffled as the root wrapped around his mouth. You curled your fingers against the ground, moving the roots in your direction, bringing the man right to you. "Granted, I may not be as powerful as my brother or as terrifying as Sakumo, but I am still a Sarutobi. I think you forgot that part…." you trailed as you stood up and grabbed the shaking Kunai from his hand. "I can remind you, though. But I want to know a couple of things before I do."

His eyes widened as you moved to press the Kunai against his throat. "Who hired you, and where's my son?"

The door to the room opened, making Kakashi stir from where he sat in the corner. The kidnapper knew that the boy was strong, and for that reason, he had his hands wrapped together tightly with metal chains. Kakashi was so ashamed of getting caught. How could he be a great shinobi if he couldn't even fend off an enemy from capturing him? Footsteps echoed in the room, and his head shot up, trying to listen to their heavy steps. It didn't sound like the man who captured him; if anything, it sounded feminine. "Kakashi?"

He gasped loudly before calling out your name in exasperation. "Mom!! I'm over here!!!!" Your fast footsteps approached him, and before he knew it, you had thrown your arms around him in a hug, coos and cries falling from you as you cuddled him close to you. Your hand quickly pulled the blindfold off his face, allowing him to see your teary eyes. He blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the darkness before shooting a relieved smile up at you. "Mom-" he stopped himself as he saw the blood soaking your hair and shirt. "Mom?" He asked finally as he reached to touch you, but his hands were still tied together. Something slithered up to the chain before snapping it, freeing him finally from the confines.

Instead of questioning how or what just freed him, he threw himself into your embrace once more. "The man that kidnapped me. Is he still here? I can protect you-"

"No. Kakashi, I handled it. He can't hurt us anymore."

His eyebrows furrowed at that. That man was powerful, so how in the world were you able to handle him? "Is this your blood?" Kakashi asked shakily as he grabbed some of your blood-soaked hair. You didn't answer him. Didn't really need to, if you were being honest. His silence made you nervous, and a sound out in the hall made you jump into action. "Let's get out of here. Okay? I can explain when we get back to the village-"

The door slammed open, and your eyes widened as the man stumbled into the room. He was soaked in his blood, and you had thought your jutsu had worked, but it seemed that he was alive.

And very, very pissed.

"You little bitch. Don't think you can get away from me that easily."

His snarl made your heart rate pick up, and it was then, as you tried to gather your Chakra, that you realized how tired you were. Not only that, but the gash on your side made you lose a lot of blood, making your eyes grow heavy as you stood your ground in front of Kakashi. If you could just muster up enough power to distract him so that Kakashi would escape, you'd gladly let him finish you off. "Kakashi. When I say run, you run. Understand?"

His brown eyes widened at your statement before he profusely shook his head, "No, Mom. I'm not leaving you-"

A gasp came from you as you hunched over, gripping your bleeding side as you fought through the pain. "Kakashi, please. Listen to me for once," you snarled as you shakily laid a bloody hand on the ground below. Kakashi felt frozen in his spot at the sight of you. Your hand pressed down, once more demanding the earth below to follow your every command. The floor shook, and Kakashi watched in awe as roots shot up from the floor and wrapped around the man. You didn't have enough strength to hold him off, so Kakashi had to be quick. "Kakashi! RUN"

Despite every cell in his body begging him to stay and help you, he knew he couldn't. He bolted towards the door and raced down the hall, hoping to get out and find help before it was too late. Seeing him escape made you sigh in relief, fingers shaking as you fought to hold on long enough so Kakashi would have a good chance of escaping. A couple more seconds passed before your body gave out, and you crashed to the floor. A scream of pain bounced off the walls, and you let the man go to hold your gushing side, silently hoping that you'd bleed to death before he got the chance to get you.

Your head lay on the concrete, blearily blinking your eyes at the man as he stood from the ground. His chuckle was dark, making you shiver against the cold ground below. He slowly moved towards you, "I would have made your death as painless as possible if you had just been good." He squatted in front of you, fingers tracing your cheek almost lovingly. "You did surprise me. I'll give you that. But you're still so pathetic-"

"I saved him. That's all I wanted to do anyway." You snapped, lips curling into a snarl. The blood in your mouth made you look almost feral, and if you had any energy left, you would have torn him apart. But you were tired. You successfully saved Kakashi, and in turn, you were okay with where this was going. His fingers trailed down to your neck, pulling out the necklace hidden below your shirt. When he captured you, he accidentally ripped off one of your necklaces, but this one stayed put. And boy, was he glad it did.

The diamond ring came into your line of sight as he examined it. "I think I'll sell this one on the black market. Looks like he paid a pretty penny for it…" he trailed off before looking at you expectantly. His fingers curled around the chain before he yanked on it, making you wince as it broke from the force. "I think I'll leave you here to die. I don't think you deserve any company…."

You sniffled as he stood, eyes burning with tears as you watched him walk towards the exit. While you didn't want him to stay, you also didn't want to die alone, and now that he took your ring from you, did you feel alone. Not even the memory of Sakumo could ease you into death now.

Your eyes closed as you readjusted yourself on the floor. Minutes passed, and part of you began to sob from your pain, practically begging the gods above to let you die. To free you from the pain.

A hand caressed your cheek, and your eyes blinked open on command. You smiled softly at the white-haired man, coos falling from your lips as you greeted him. "Are you taking me with you, Saku?" He smiled sadly down at you but shook his head. Your lip curled into a pout, and your tears began to fall harder. "Y/n." He stated firmly as your breathing began to grow heavy. "I need you to hold on."

"I can't do it anymore," you choked out, blood flying past your lips as you tried to touch his face, but your body felt heavy. "Come on, baby. Just hang on a little longer" You shook your head no at him, "Want to come with you."

"Y/n." Your eyes started to blink the tears away as his voice morphed into another. "Y/n baby, stay with me. Just hang on a little longer" His face changed with his voice, and soon Sakumo's image disappeared and was replaced with the image of a fear-filled Jiraiya hovering over you.

His hands frantically pressed on your side as he screamed for the ANBU members to get the medic. "Jiraiya" Your wail shattered his heart, and he only became more frantic with how much blood was coming from you. "Don't move, baby. You're losing a lot of blood." He was shaking more than he'd like to admit; seeing you like this below him had him wishing he was dreaming. Wishing he was asleep and you were wrapped up in his embrace. Far from danger and death. "Is Kakashi okay?" You whispered as your hand finally moved to cover his. He nodded frantically at that, claiming that Kakashi was the one that led your search party back here. Your eyes widened, and you tried to sit up, but Jiraiya held you firmly against the floor. "Kakashi… The man!"

"He's been killed. You two are safe now."

Your eyes locked with his, silently questioning the last statement. Part of you wanted to believe him that you'd come out of this alive and well. But the other part of you, the one bleeding out to death, couldn't believe it. You opened your mouth to question it, but the medic had arrived and pushed Jiraiya away. More pain erupted as the skin below was being healed. Jiraiya gripped your hand tightly with his fingers, brushing your knuckles with his lips as he watched you weakly cry from the pain. The medic didn't notice it, but he saw your eyes growing heavier. "Hey. No, no, don't fall asleep-"

His voice grew distant, and your grip on his hand loosened as you closed your eyes. "Wanna rest my eyes" you whispered to him. Shouting sounded out, but it was occurring miles away now. Darkness enveloped you, and all of the pain you were feeling disappeared.

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

Accidental

Tickletober 2023

Day 2: 02.10.2023

Ler: Zuko (ATLA)

Lee: Reader

Genre: This fiction is about tickling, so if you don't feel like reading it, then don't do it.

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"Okay, well, now stay still-" Zuko said to you.

You were a young firebender who had asked him to train you so you would be better.

And he did now. Zuko trained you. Not only firebending, but also sword fighting and dicipline.

For the last point, he had asked you to stay still in a hard position while he would do some things with you.

You had an exhausting position, but you wanted to keep still because you wanted him to be proud of you. At least once...

While you were trying your best to keep still and not move, he hit you with his sword. Not that it would hurt you, he would never hurt you, but that you could maybe fall over or something like that, in case - that you fail.

He then hit your side softly. Not hard, but you just... didn't expect it. So you let out a little squeal and jumped away.

"You failed." Zuko smirked.

He thought, he knew the reason, because he knew it from himself.

But Zuko enjoys silently, so he just told you to try again and again and always did the same move, to pinch your side softly and ticklish-

You always reacted the same though.

"Could you PLEASE stop doing this?" you whined after the 8th time.

"Why? Because you always fail...? In a... actually really cute way?" he smiled.

"Uhm- what...?" you blushed a bit by him calling you cute.

"I failed. Nothing cute about this..." you mumbled.

But Zuko had very good ears ... and of course our prince heard you.

"It is indeed cute! Look!" he came over to you and simply poke your side.

"aaAAH!" You squealed and jumped away - again...

You then blushed because this was SO embarassing---

But he didn't find it embarassing at all -just ... cute. And he wanted to do it again.

"I think you failed for a REALLY human reason. You're ticklish! Very ticklish I think." he said in a serious way.

"Uhm... w-what? N- no I was just... surprised?" you tried to save yourself but you just made it worse.

"Oh I see, you were surprised... Aha." he said and walked closer to you.

"I guess you're surprised now too!" he shouted and jumped on top of you, making you fall to the ground.

He took place on your tighs and looked down at you with a proud look on his face.

"I gotchu" he smiled. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was about to do.

"N-no Zuko d-don't please we can talk about this just... let me go PLEASE!" you begged but he just shook his head, still smiling.

Then he placed his hands at your sides. And did... nothing. He just touched you. No tickling.

You let your breath out. Maybe he didn't want to-

yes he wanted.

He then started to poke and scribble and squeeze all over your sides as you didn't expect it. Mean lord. Very mean lord~

Well... but you did react way more than he expected...I guess. Because he just stopped and looked at you surprised as you started to scream-giggle from his tickling.

You blushed and covered your mouth and face because you thought that he thought that this was an ugly way to laugh. Well... he didn't.

What he actually thought was that this was the cutest shit he has ever heard. But our Zuko isn't the best in showing his feelings, so he left you insecure and just continued making you make these adorable sounds.

He changed his spot to your tummy, squeezing, clawing and poking all over it. He was clearly having fun. (You can decide if it would be fun for you too ^^)

You squirmed and wiggled around under Zuko, but no chance-

"Zukooohohohoho stooohohohop" you tried to say but he just laughed with you.

Yes right- he laughed along with you....

If your eyes weren't closed, you would have screamed even more. He stopped. "Have I gone too far?" he asked neutral.

What extremely irritated you. One second, he was laughing and the next he had almost no expression on his face.

"Uhm... n-no?" you ask-said insecure.

"GREAT!" he shouted and tickled now your ribs. He dug in there and clawed over them, making you wiggle around even more.

"Naaaahhahahaaaa noohohohoo Zukooohhohoo" you laughed. He just continued doing this for like ten minutes, then your laugher went silent and you just shook your head left and right.

He stopped again and sat next to you. "I'm sorry Y/n" he apologized. "It's - It's okay" you said and smiled shyly.

"Really? Oh... Okay" he said, a bit irritated. "Well" he said and stood up.

"Let's continue with the training" there was again this neutral face expression.

"What's wrong with that guy...?" you mumbled and of course he heard it again-

"Unless you're to exhausted now~" he said smirking and you covered your red face with your hands.

"ZUKO!" you shouted embarassed- angry and he just chuckled.

× End ×

A/n: So I wanted to write at least a few for tickletober... and not only Kpop as you can see. I hope you like it, even if it's an ATLA character. I can't say Anime, so I just say ATLA... Btw I really love Zuko, so don't take this too serious, okay? Thank you.

[gradient-jeremy-asks]

I don’t want anyone to read this really(besides my mutuals.) So i’m posting this super late 💀💀💀

But here’s a Jeremy and Unplez story (lovey dovey.)

Night had settled in, and there Unpleasant sat gazing at the TV with his “friend.” The chatter of a Youtube reviewer left Jeremy, who was struggling to stay up, his eyes drooping shut as he fell asleep. Unpleasant looked up at him as he arose slowly, trying not to wake the cubed fellow. As he gently laid his head on the edge of the couch, the vampire continued his slumber as he was lightly snoring. Unpleasant then turned the other way to go elsewhere. He then heard footsteps as he turned back to see that Jeremy was gone. Unpleasant sighed, saying in an annoyed tone, "Jeremy, come on out already." He felt a cold hand on his shoulder as a breeze passed by. He suddenly looked behind him to see Jeremy there, just standing with a frown as Gradient turned around to look up at him.“Where are you going?” Jeremy said, sounding almost possessive.. Unpleasant replied hesitantly, “Just going out.. You know?” Jeremy had a nervous expression on his face as he then said, "Okay,"well, I can go with you.” As he began walking, Unpleasant pulled him back, his ears drooping as he said with caution, “Jeremy, it’s not safe out there for you. . It’s daytime you could get hurt.” The cube looked back at him with frustration.

 

Unpleasant, scared that his lover may do something wrong. wrong.  placed a hand on his cheek as he began to massage his head, soothing Jeremy, his worried and angered expression becoming calm as the vampire then swiftly picked him up and held him “JEREMY!” Unpleasant remarked slightly laughing as Jeremy fell onto the couch with her teasing, “What? Just making sure you can’t leave!” Gradient laughed and replied, “You’re not serious, right?” She didn’t answer as Unpleasant lay there in her arms. Just there as time passed. Everything fell silent, his head on her chest. She couldn’t even make out a heartbeat from her. She was just dead, but why still bother with her? Unpleasant asks himself that all the time, but it’s just hard to think about that. “ What’s wrong, Gradient?” Someone. Asks Unpleasant, cut off from his trance, looked at Jeremy, who was looking at him. Unpleasant then blushed, "OH, NOTHING! I’m fine! Really!” The vampire was then sighing as she sat up, “Tell me what’s wrong.” She insisted Unpleasant refused. This went on for a couple times, Unpleasant refusing once more as she could hear Jeremy begin to become annoyed. Unpleasant then made up a lie. "Look, I just think you're, uh, very handsome!" He grabbed her face quickly. Jeremy seemed startled at the touch replying confused. “That’s nice of you.” The gradient noticed how unamused he seemed, then came closer to her face. That’s when Jeremy’s expression really changed. She was red all over. Her hands felt slightly warmer as Unpleasant wrapped her arms around her, laying his head back onto her chest. Gradient than pressing a kiss onto the cube's cheek as Jeremy instantly melted in his touch all the affection, leaving her blushing all over. Unpleasant was giggling as she asked, “What’s wrong?” Jeremy was too embarrassed to reply, as she instantly covered her face with her cape. Unpleasant tilted his head. “Jeremy? What’s wrong?” He moved her arm.

She suddenly held him down angrily, "Uhm, you know I was just playing.” Unpleasant remarked as he struggled to get out of her grasp. She then looked around and noticed that Jeremy had her corset off. He then looked back at her, her fangs in full view, as if she wanted to kill him, and quickly, without holding back, he kicked her in the stomach with a shriek, becoming startled, and getting off, “I WAS JUST PLAY FIGHTING.” She revealed, Unpleasantly annoyed. "Yeah, sure you were. Definitely” Jeremy was groaning in pain as Unpleasant watched, suddenly feeling bad as he then went into the kitchen and came back with an ice pack. He then went to Jeremy, who grew cautious and Unpleasant signaling he wasn’t going to hurt her, as she let her guard down.

Shoving aside her hand, he unbuttoned her suit to place the ice pack where he had slightly injured her. There he saw a bruise. Jeremy looking at it than Unpleasant. He then placed the ice pack as he sat next to her. “Well, sorry. I thought you were going, to you know, just sucking my blood.” Unpleasant joked as Jeremy looked at him before smiling; she seemed impressed, replying, “Maybe I should.” Unpleasant’s expression immediately changed as he felt nervous; perhaps she was just joking? Who knows… She couldn’t be after all. As she crept very close to her. She’s just joking… Right?

[rwateringcan03]

wsg, how are you?? i haven’t requested in a while and i was hoping i could request again?

it was gonna be the black phone, with maybe lee!finney and ler!robin? where robin finds out finney is tklish and he completely wrecks him?

im sorry if my requests are stressing you out, if they are just say so and i will back off.

but yeah i hope life is going well for you, and treat yourself to something nice!!

Heyy, im doing alr!

Don't worry, youre requests aren't stressing me out lmao. Im still trying to get to that carl x ron fic you wanted, I just have alot of requests to get through 💀

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one!

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Finney x Robin Tickle Fic

(The Black Phone)

The sun was bright and the air was warm. It wasn't quite summer yet, but the earth had decided that it would go from freezing and cold to warm and sunny in just a week. This meant that it was the perfect weather to go outside.

Finney was walking down the road with Robin, both squinting their eyes from the sun. They walked the path side by side, looking down at their feet trying to walk in unison. They had no determined destination ahead of them, just two friends going for a stroll. It was quiet between the two. The only sounds that could be heard was the loud humming of cicadas in the trees, peoples dogs yapping, and cars rushing past every so often. Robin sighed and looked at Finney.

"Wanna go to my house?" He asked.

"Sure." Finney nodded and they both crossed the road and walked the way to Robins place. It was only a 5 minute walk from where they were so they got there quick. Once they reached his house, they went through the gate that lead straight to the backyard. Robins backyard wasn't very big, but it had enough room to fit a second hand trampoline and a small shed, leaving a few metres of grass space.

The 2 boys spent some time on the trampoline, playing chase around the yard, but eventually they both got bored. Robin sighed and collapsed onto the soft grass. Finney joined him, both of them laying on their backs, staring at the sky.

"Suns bright." Finney said, putting his arm over his eyes. Robin nodded and sighed.

"Whatcha wanna do now?"

"Dunno"

"Think of something."

"No."

"Think of anything."

Silence.

Robin turned his head to look at Finney, and used his hand to squeeze Finneys side. "Cmon think of somethi-" Robin stopped his words to look at Finney who had his arms wrapped around his torso, a wonky smile on his face. Robins eyes sparkled amusingly.

"No way."

At that, Finney suddenly got up and ran across the yard. Robin followed him in his tracks. Both boys were giggling and running around. Finney tried to hide behind the trampoline. He then realised that was useless and tried running agian. He looked back to see where Robin was, but he tripped and fell, landing on his side. "Ow shit-" he groaned.

He then felt Robin tackle him and pin his arms to the sides of his head. "Gotcha now."

Finney squirmed violently underneath his friend, trying to worm his way out of his grip. "Rohobin gehet off" he whined. Robin gave him a grin before letting go of his arms and digging his fingers into Finneys ribs.

Finney jolted and boisterous laughter left his mouth. "AHHAHHA ROAHAHAHA" He kicked his feet as hard as he could, squirmed and bucked his hips but nothing was throwing Robin off. Robin moved his hands to Finneys armpits. Finney clamped his arms to his sides, shaking his head as hysterical laughter came out of him. "STOAAHHHAHAHA" Robin couldn't believe he didn't know how ticklish Finney was. He was never gonna let this go.

Robin ripped his hands out of Finneys armpits and shot them down to his belly and sides. Finneys kicks got weaker he stopped squirming. "PLEHEHEHEHHAHAHA"

Robin let out a laugh. "Can't believe you hid this from me!" Finney squealed as Robin pinched his sides. His face started to go red and his laughter was going silent. Robin clawed at his belly and pinched his sides one more time before stopping and letting his friend up. But Finney just lay there in the warm grass, his face red and his arms wrapped around his waist. His laughter eventually stopped, and he sat up. Robin sat down next to him.

"Wanna play a card gahame or something?" Finney said, his lips still curled into a smile.

Robin smirked. "You finally thought of something".

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[arlerts-angel]

YAY I’M SO GLAD 🥰🥰 i absolutely adore animals so hearing that you went to a zoo sounds so exciting 🤩

the game hates me most of the time because when i tried to pull certain 3-stars from gatchas i would get characters i didn’t want more than once or duplicates for charas i don’t simp for heavily but i put in a lot of time for all my draken cards bc he’s the hubby and he deserves all our love 😍🤩💀

i probably will never get over baby draken. the happy emote in the hideout is so adorable. HE’S SMILING WITH HIS CHUNKY ROSY FACE AND HIS PACIFIER IN HIS MOUTH 🥹🥰

3RD DEGREE TEAR TOOK ME OUT 😭💀 i’m not even tall i’m like 5’2 so i know those babies would be big

i honestly live for your writings on ken so i can’t wait to see what is next for our husband

i get extremely excited when i send you asks and when you answer them i have a hard time being normal about it 😂🩷 (you’re so sweet to me ilysm 🥹)

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YOU HAVE A HARD TIME BEING NORMAL ABOUT IT?! I'M OVER HERE GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN 😭‼️

baby draken's animations are super cute, i see him on other people's hideouts and i cry everytime!!! i want ALL of those big headed babies 🥹🤍

i am CONSTANTLY fucking pulling cards, hardly ever even dupes so imagine my fucking shock when ken came up on my screen HAHAHAHAHA. i was silent screaming 😭😭

TYSM!!! i love writing for him & tokyo revengers in general 🤍 i had no idea when i first started watching it that i'd be BALLS DEEP into it 😭

PLEASE (IF YOURE COMFY WITH IT) SHARE A CRUMB OF YOUR SELFSHIP LORE WITH HIM 💓💓💓💓 you are my favorite person to share him with fr (SAWRY TO ANY OTHER DRAKEN SELFSHIPPERS)

[miniminimermaid]

midnight (m) | myg

pairing: yoongi x f.reader

rating: m (18+); MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

status | type | genre: complete | one-shot | fluff and smut

summary: "I think I can help you sleep better."

tags & warnings: smut, explicit language, sleepy yoongi struggling with burnout :((( , taking a shower together <3, long hair Valentino yoongi 🧎🏻‍♀️, dick bulge through the silk pants 🫡 , oral sex (m. receiving), flexible dom/sub dynamics (they each take charge at certain points, but it's nothing intense), praise (yoongi calls her "pretty/good girl" 🫠), slight hair pulling/grabbing, face-fucking, finger sucking + a paragraph talking about Yoongi's hands, a lil bit of gagging, cum swallowing, might as well add body worship from how much reader talks about how gorgeous he is, yoongi's thighs ♡, spit/drooling, slight ball play, reader sniffs the balls because she's like that lmao, reader doesn't touch herself or cum, this list is nasty but I promise you they're very sweet with each other 😭, cuddling <3, this is about sucking dick it should not be this long

word count: ~4.8k

a/n: hello! this is my first fic ever on this blog. I rewatched all the Valentino Yoongi content recently, saw him looking scumptious in these pajamas, and next thing you know we're here 💀 I haven't written anything this long (that is non-academic) in a very, very long time, so I would ask that you please be nice and bear with me. But I do plan to get better the more I write. That said, I hope you enjoy! 🤍

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“You need to relax.” 

Your voice was insistent but gentle, much like your fingers buried in Yoongi’s thick hair, and he closed his eyes and leaned into your palms as you worked shampoo into his scalp. A quiet whimper escaped his lips as you circled your fingertips against a tense muscle at the base of his skull. 

He was overworking himself again, frustration making his shoulders taut and wearing his patience thin. His eye bags were puffy, exhaustion evident in his eyes. It pained you to know that he hadn’t given himself a break over the past few weeks. Yoongi was so passionate, something you adored about him – but you knew that when inspiration struck, sometimes he had the tendency to push himself too hard, for too long. Now it left him on the brink of burnout. 

That’s where you came in. Yoongi had been glued to his desk before you came in and practically forced him from his chair. He made weak protests as you dragged him out of his home studio and forced him into the bathroom, but he’d shrugged off his clothes anyway as you turned on the warm water. 

Now you both stood under the warm sprinkle while you washed his hair. Yoongi let out pleased purr-like sounds from deep in his throat that made you grin. He reminded you of a wet, docile cat resigned to its bath time. 

When it was time to rinse, you cupped your hand over his brows to block any soap from getting in his eyes as water poured over his head. Then you took your fingers and gently rubbed along his neck to clean him and hopefully melt any tension there. Yoongi held your wrist and gently rubbed his thumb along your skin, his way of giving you a silent thank you. Warmth bloomed in your chest, so you planted a kiss on his fingers – your own silent “you're welcome” that wouldn’t disrupt the nighttime quiet. 

You held him close, rubbing down his chest and stomach with a soapy rag. Thick bubbles lathered from his shoulders all the way down to his fingers before swirling down the drain. 

Around his hips and butt, you were sure to be gentle, even gripping one of his cheeks playfully. Yoongi pouted, whiny, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the red that dusted his cheeks before his face broke out into a small, tired smile. Meanwhile, Yoongi set about reaching down to clean himself. He wasn’t overtly prude but he did always prefer to do this part himself, so you crouched down carefully and made your way down his legs. 

You focused on softly rubbing down Yoongi’s legs and even leaned forward to lay a soft kiss on the skin. You couldn’t explain it, but you adored Yoongi’s thighs. You loved touching them, holding them, kissing them. Biting them. A small pool of heat bloomed in you as you realized that you were now eye-level with his cock too, driving you to give him a more forceful, hungry kiss. The thought of taking him into your mouth, right here and now, crossed your mind, fueled by the simmering image of Yoongi’s head thrown back in bliss, body glistening from the shower water. Unfortunately, you knew from experience that water wasn’t conducive to sex, and the thought of soap getting in your eyes and nose was not in the least bit appealing. 

With great restraint, you pulled away and scrubbed his calves and feet. As soon as you were done, Yoongi hauled you up and scrubbed you down with the same gentle ease as you had given him. He made sure to shield your hair from the pouring water, since you’d clipped it up to keep it from getting wet. Your tummy quivered when Yoongi passed his hand between your legs, a small look of mischief glinting in his knowing eyes when you bit your lip. But he continued his downward path, leaving you feeling warmer than steam. 

A part of you ached, feeling how tender he was being with you, even when he was tired, even when you were the one trying to take care of him. He always was. Yoongi’s eyes flickered down to your face and must have seen something in it, because his eyes were soft when he met your gaze again. 

“I want to take care of you, too,” he said. You didn’t say anything, but the shy turn of your lips was enough to tell him how you felt. 

When you were done, Yoongi shut off the shower and reached out to wrap you in a spare towel, rubbing your shoulders and back all the way down your torso and legs. Then Yoongi deftly unwound the towel and used it to dry himself. You wrinkled your nose.

“You should use your own towel,” you complained, but there was no malice in your words. Yoongi only chuckled and pulled you close. 

“I’m tired,” he countered with a playful whine. “And impatient.” 

A laugh bubbled from your mouth and he rubbed his nose against your temple. Your cheeks warmed when he shifted and you felt a subtle tell-tale poke against your hip, but before you could say anything, he pulled away with a soft rub on your tummy to slip into his pajamas and finish his night routine. 

You were left to do the same, but now you felt anything but sleepy. 

The festering heat that had been lingering inside you now sparked into a deep desire. As you pulled on your pajamas – a simple tank top and sleep shorts – you thought of Yoongi’s hands on you, thought of his skin underneath your own wandering palms. 

Then you chided yourself. Don’t be selfish, you thought. He’s tired. Let him rest. You knew it was true. Yoongi was probably exhausted and would have no energy to do what you wanted, and it wasn’t fair to expect that of him right now. Besides, you reasoned, it wouldn’t be a good idea to keep him up longer than you already had. 

You made your way to the bedroom, which beckoned you with its deep blues and cozy greys. 

Yoongi’s room was a nighttime haven. He liked to keep it as comfortable as possible, with soft carpets and downy pillows. Next to his large bed sat a settee, your robe robe sprawled across it from when you’d tossed it before the shower.

Once you sat on the plush duvet, you almost immediately felt your eyelids become droopy. You were almost glad for the gentle tug of drowsiness, which quelled your desire enough to make sleep bearable. 

Until Yoongi came into the bedroom – and any thoughts you had about sleep immediately evaporated. 

His pajamas were black silk, the fabric sleek like ink against his skin in the low light of your bedroom. He didn’t seem to notice the way you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him while he riffled through his bedside drawer for something. Socks, maybe. You couldn’t be sure, not when your mind suddenly felt hazy as you traced the line of Yoongi’s body down, down until – Oh God, was that the outline of his cock?

Swallowing almost became impossible from how heavy your tongue suddenly felt in your mouth, your eyes hungrily taking in every delicious detail of the man in front of you. His dark hair, the curve of his lips, the small shadow that pooled in the divot of his collarbone, making you want to bite bite bite.

You didn’t know why these pajamas were driving you up the wall, especially when Yoongi had been naked in front of you not long ago, but they were. They pulled your eyes to him and sparked your dampened libido back to life. 

“What’s the matter, pretty girl?” Yoongi’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. Dark eyes and a small smirk met your eyes when you finally looked up. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Fuck. He knows.

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, warm and red. Of course he would. He knew you. He knew you’d been aching for him ever since the shower, knew that you wouldn’t ask for what you wanted because you were supposed to be making sure he rested. But as your eyes fell again shamelessly to his veiled cock, you realized that he was just as needy as you. 

Yoongi’s gaze was the same – knowing, wanting – when you met it again, but the red of your cheeks disappeared as your lips parted in an impish smile. 

“Nothing,” you shrugged as you stood up from the bed, “just thinking.”

You closed the distance between you two, until the familiar smell of him, warm and woodsy, filled your head. 

“I think I can help you sleep better,” you said, your finger sliding up his chest and playing with the lapel of his sleep shirt. The look Yoongi gave you made you want to get on your knees right there and then. 

Yoongi’s breath was warm and sent goosebumps up your arms when he said, low and oh-so-quiet, “Show me.”

I will your eager smirk said as you took his hand. 

He followed you to the settee nestled in the corner of the room and landed with a quiet poof against the cushions when you pushed him backwards and immediately kneeled between his legs. 

A sly glint shone in your eye as you smoothed your hands down Yoongi’s chest, his heartbeat strong and steady, then brought them up and down his thighs over the luxurious slip of his silk pajamas, the fabric the only barrier keeping you from touching his skin.

Yoongi let you take your fill of him, leaning back against the cushions and watching you with amused eyes that made you only more eager to please him. As you worshiped him with your palms, the need to feel him everywhere overcame you. To smell him, touch him, taste him. 

Your hand ghosted over where his cock was hidden, and you nearly moaned feeling the slowly-stiffening bulge. A devious bite of your lip as you looked up at him, your hands reaching for the hem of his pants. “Can I take these off?” 

Yoongi huffed out a laugh, beautiful and bright. The sound made your heart swell. He ran a hand through his dark hair and sunk lower in his seat, spreading his legs wider. “Go for it.”

The pants were off in seconds and pooled around his ankles. Miles of milky white skin seemed to stretch on forever as Yoongi let you run your hands over him; his legs, his hips, his stomach and chest as your hands roamed under his shirt. You quickly unbuttoned it too, leaving his chest bare for you. 

Yoongi’s dark eyes brimmed with budding arousal but still shone playfully as he watched you. A tremor ran through him as you gently scraped your nails down the skin of his navel, right above his cock. Goosebumps traveled up Yoongi’s stomach and a quick glance upwards let you know that his nipples had stiffened, but you kept your eyes on the real prize.

Semi-erect and already stiff at the base, Yoongi’s cock was flushed dusky pink at the tip. Desire coursed hot and molten through you, your hands hot as you shifted eagerly on your knees. You couldn’t wait to have him in your mouth.

Leaning in, you pressed small, fleeting kisses around his thighs, avoiding his cock entirely, getting him worked up from the teasing sensation of your lips on his skin. In truth, it helped hold you back as well. Yoongi’s pretty honey skin always filled you with the desire to mark him up. The temptation to suck on it, bite it, worry it between your teeth until bruises and bite marks bloomed all over him was strong, but instead you settled for gentle brushes of your lips.

Your hands still made their way up and around his legs, soothing and comforting. Closer and closer you made your way up, licking at warm skin. A breathy sigh made you look up: Yoongi’s head tilted back slightly as he looked down at you through half-lidded eyes. 

You lifted your head and rubbed around his hip bones. “Good?”

Yoongi hummed in response, the tension in him melting away as he gave you a slow smile. “So good I’m falling asleep.” 

“Don’t sleep on me.”

“Keep me up,” Yoongi challenged.

You rolled your eyes and pinched his thigh playfully. “Fine, I’ll get to it.” 

Settling in again, you licked your palm and fingers. You heard Yoongi gasp quietly as you wrapped your fingers around him, gently pumping your fist. His skin was hot, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Laying your head against his hip, you watched him close his eyes as he licked his lips. 

“Better?” you asked with amused eyes.

Yoongi nodded. “Much better.”

You hummed, pleased. “Good.”

Once Yoongi’s cock had completely filled out, you took a moment to admire it. 

You remembered, before ever seeing Yoongi naked, wondering if his cock was just as pink as his lips, his elbows, the knuckles of his long, knobby fingers. You had been pleased to find out that it was pinker, especially when erect. 

The head glistened red and sticky with precum. You felt your own mouth start to drool at the thought of it between your lips: the velvety skin, the heavy weight of it against your tongue, the taste of him. 

You rubbed his hips before taking his cock in your hand again. 

“So fucking perfect,” you breathed, the words pouring out of your mouth before you could even think, your breath ghosting tantalizingly close to his tip. Yoongi let his head fall back in bliss as you worked your fist around him, goosebumps racing along his hips. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him splayed out above you, knowing you were making him feel so good.

Feeling bold, you continued to stroke him and leaned down to where his balls hung low. Yoongi lifted his head, eyes sharp as your tongue laved over the velvety skin before gently sucking one of the plump balls into your mouth. You held his gaze, unwavering, matching the intensity of Yoongi’s dark eyes. You hummed, pleased, then smirked slightly before placing a wet kiss where your lips had just been. Then you did the same with the other, rolling it in your mouth gently. Yoongi’s soft tongue poked out to lick at his lips before he sucked in a shaky breath, reveling in the pleasure of you playing with him

Precum slipped between your fingers and filled the room with the slick sound of the glide up and down his shaft. The wet, filthy sound drove your lust to even greater heights, and the whine Yoongi let out when you suddenly stopped stroking made your cunt ache.

His eyes met yours and the smile you gave him was absolutely sinful when you gripped your fingers around his tip to press your nose against the base of his cock. Yoongi covered his face and huffed out a laugh that broke into a strangled moan as you inhaled the clean, heady scent of him.

You hummed lowly. “Fuck, you smell so good, Yoon.” 

A bead of precum dripped from the slit of his cock, and you circled it around the head with your thumb, unrelenting, until it was sensitive and glistening. You relished the way his thighs tensed at the motion, the way his hands tensed, the way he squeezed his eyes shut. A teasing lick to his head. A strangled “shit” under his breath. Fuck, you couldn’t wait to have him moaning, loudly. 

You wanted him, craved the taste of him, the feel of him in your mouth—

“Can’t wait to taste you,” you said innocently, then taunting. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Like me to suck on your cock?”

You licked your lips, watched Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement of your purposeful tongue, then licked up the underside of his swollen, needy shaft. A low moan tumbled from Yoongi’s mouth as he shifted his hips. “Fuck—yes, please.”

Satisfied with his desperation, you brought your mouth down around the aching tip of his cock. Yoongi sucked in a breath and gripped the cushions as you teased your tongue over his slit. The salty taste of precum burst in your mouth. Slick and warm, it coated your tongue. You moaned. This is what you wanted.

After a few moments toying with his slit, you circled the sensitive rim around the crown of his cock, drawing breathy moans from Yoongi’s lips. Then you trailed your tongue down to the spot underneath where you knew he was sensitive and slowly licked it with the flat of your tongue. 

Yoongi had shown you how he liked to tease it with the pad of his finger sometimes while he masturbated – quick or languid, always unrelenting until he’d managed to spurt all over himself. He loved when you played with it afterwards, making his hips spasm from the oversensitivity. More precum dribbled from his tip which you suckled up with deliberate licks.

Yoongi threw his head back and stilled as your tongue flicked over the spot quickly, assaulting it with your tongue. “Fuck,” he hissed, his whole body tense above you. 

Suddenly, a dull pain lanced across your scalp. Yoongi’s hand laced into your hair and pulled your head closer, making you whimper at the rough treatment.

“Down,” he said, tugging again, and holy shit, just one word uttered gently from him had you clenching your cunt desperately like a bitch in heat. Happy to comply, you sunk your mouth down around him, keeping your eyes on him the way he liked it. You held your head low for a moment before pulling off. “Good girl,” he praised with a subtle groan. Yoongi gave you a couple seconds to regain yourself, rubbing soothing circles on your abused scalp, before saying, “Again.”

Eager, you repeated the motion and held your mouth there for a moment, eyes closed as you swallowed around him. When it was time to pull off, you sucked in a breath with your eyes locked on his slick cock. To see it flushed and gleaming with your spit made your stomach twist with lewd excitement. A whispered “fuck” left Yoongi’s lips as a string of spit stretched from his tip to your lips, and you preened when Yoongi reached out rub his thumb soothingly across yourcheek. 

“You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock,” he said, and you felt dizzy with arousal when he gave you his beautiful smile. He was gorgeous — dark hair and deep eyes and flushed cheeks. Tender touches and gentle praise. The sudden fondness in Yoongi’s eyes clashing with his filthy words and the fact that his cock had been down your throat not five seconds ago gave you momentary whiplash.

Yoongi’s smile melted into something cruel as he dragged his thumb down your mouth, breaking the sticky string of spit, before pushing it past your lips. Feeling cocky, your tongue came out to lick obscenely around his thumb and you moaned around it as if it were his cock. 

It might as well have been; you loved Yoongi’s hands, his long fingers and rough palms. His beautiful instruments, when he was strumming the guitar or playing the piano. You loved how gentle they were with you, brushing back your hair, holding your hands, cupping your cheeks. But you also loved how filthy they could be: rubbing your clit and fucking your wet cunt until it made obscene squelching sounds and dripped down his palm. You felt your cunt drool filthily onto your panties, surely soaked by now.

Two more fingers pressed past the gates of your lips as Yoongi fingered your throat gently. Fuck, such a filthy sight had Yoongi gripping his still-aching cock, groaning at the way your throat tightened around his digits, the way spit spilled from your mouth. 

“So fuckin’ eager, like you were made for me.” Yoongi’s voice rumbled low from his throat, his chest heaving slightly, making you grip your knees. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and tilted your chin up, your hazy eyes now open. A surprised squeak left your mouth as Yoongi leaned down and kissed you sweetly on the lips. His soft hair ticked your cheeks. 

“Just a little more, yeah?” he said, holding your face close to his, and you nodded, dazed. Your eyes locked onto his pink lips that shone with your own spit and his precum. The sight shouldn’t have excited you as much as it did, but it sent a thrill up your spine.

Then Yoongi was leaning back and licking his lips. “Then c’mere, pretty girl, come finish sucking my cock.” 

And how could you say no to that?

It wasn’t long before Yoongi’s wet cock was back in your willing mouth. You circled your tongue around his tip reverently, Yoongi’s hips canting into your mouth when you looked up at him with those slutty, wanton eyes. 

“Good girl—just like that,” he groaned. “Keep going and don’t fucking stop.”

Your pussy tingled and you thought you might be able to cum just from the way the center seam of your shorts was rubbing against you. Even if you didn’t, you would be more than satisfied. You loved making Yoongi feel good, and you loved his cock. You could spend eternity on your knees worshiping Yoongi and his beautiful tool. The glide of him in and out of your mouth was perfect, so solid and warm that you couldn’t help but think about the way it felt when he slid into your cunt, filling you up just right, slippery with your wetness—

God, if you weren’t so hell-bent on making sure Yoongi slept well tonight, you’d push him down and ride him until morning. 

You gagged a bit in surprise when Yoongi gave a particularly quick thrust into your mouth, but fuck it if the sound he made wasn’t worth it. The deep, breathy groan went straight to your cunt, and you moaned around a mouthful of cock. Pleasant vibrations traveled down Yoongi’s shaft and made Yoongi’s grip on your hair tighten. 

“This okay?” he asked, breath strained. Yoongi’s fingers tensed and, as if he could sense the sharp pain in your scalp, immediately went lax.

So considerate, you thought fondly to yourself. You’d be smiling if your mouth wasn’t so busy. 

You brought Yoongi’s free hand to where his other fingers were already threaded in your hair. A garbled hum and a nod was all it took for him to hold your head in place as he rut his hips into your mouth, letting out a string of moans while your fingers played with his balls. 

Spit slid past your lips and dripped down your chin with each of Yoongi’s thrusts into your mouth. You felt so thoroughly used, sitting for him so prettily on your knees, not even touching yourself while he chased his release.

“You’re doing so good, so fucking good,” he said, sucking in a breath, head thrown back against the couch. 

Yoongi’s hand pushed you down until your throat contracted around him, tears welling along your waterline. You didn’t mind though — Yoongi was desperate to cum, chasing blissful orgasm, and you were happy to give it to him. 

As he thrust into your mouth, you licked along his shaft before flexing your tongue to rub against the rim of his cockhead. Yoongi’s hips stuttered and he let out a shaky breath. You peeked up at his blissful face, seeing his half-lidded, hazy eyes. Yoongi was close, teetering on the precipice of his release. His stomach was tense as you slobbered over him, the sound of your slick lips and his voice mingling in a lustful torrent. 

You groaned eagerly, letting your tongue do the work until, finally, Yoongi came. The deep, breathy groan he let out was going to stay with you forever. So was the sight of Yoongi in the throes of his orgasm: head thrown back, thighs spread, skin flushed pink all the way down his neck. The veins snaking up his arms were taut, stark under his skin. 

Yoongi’s brows were furrowed and his plush lips parted. His hips stilled as he pushed you down securely on his cock. It pulsed hotly in your mouth, spurting a thick pool of cum on your tongue, making you moan obscenely. Yoongi’s breath hitched as you closed your eyes and swallowed his seed, palm still cupping his balls. 

Like his length, they throbbed as his cum was spent. You fondled them gently to milk more out of him, not wanting to miss a single drop. You loved Yoongi’s cum — the taste of it, the feeling of it sliding hotly down your throat and settling deep in your belly. Your eyes became glassy at the thought, a dopey smile spreading across your lips. 

Yoongi gently slid himself from your mouth to paint your lips with the last drops of his cum, watching you reverently drink everything he had to offer until there was nothing left. Feeling naughty, you licked across his overstimulated tip one last time, and Yoongi shuddered, his thighs closing around her head. 

“Brat,” he huffed, but he was smiling. Your smile was just as bright as you swallowed the sticky mess on your lips and lapped at his cock with little kitten licks to clean him up. A kiss was planted on his knee before you pulled up his pants and tucked him away. “Only for you,” you said with a pat to his thighs. 

Yoongi re-buttoned his sleep shirt and pulled you up into his lap to smooth down your unruly hair. He gently ran his fingers across your chin, wiping away the mess of his escaped cum and your spit. Then he kissed you. You hummed happily against his lips before Yoongi pulled away.

“Thank you,” he whispered, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. “You always make me feel so good.”

It was amazing, really, how you could suck his cock so unabashedly on your knees, but the gentlest words from his mouth had you blushing shyly. 

He took your hand in his and led you towards the bed where he pulled you down with him, his frame enveloping yours as the comforter fell over you two. Yoongi intertwined your fingers and rubbed his thumb across the back of your knuckles. 

He was always like this in the afterglow of whatever you two did – affectionate, attentive, a bit sleepy. Yoongi was, at heart, a passionate, considerate lover who thrived on soft and tender moments such as these. You could never get enough of it; the way he touched you, how tender and safe he made you feel. 

He rubbed his nose against your hair and slipped his hand across your stomach, solid and warm. 

“You didn’t cum?” he asked, and you shook your head no. Yoongi drummed his fingers soothingly against your skin. “You want to?”

The offer was tempting, but you felt yourself close to crashing now that you had burned through your lust, and although you couldn’t see him, you knew Yoongi must have been even sleepier than you. 

You brought his hand close to your chest and kissed his fingers sweetly.

“Later. I’m sleepy,” you said, then sighed. “Besides, I feel like I need another shower.” 

Indeed, a cool layer of sweat now covered your skin, along with some spit and cum that had dripped onto your chest. Not to mention how sticky your panties felt in your shorts. 

Yoongi chuckled sleepily and tightened his arm around you. “Okay,” he agreed, holding you close before his fingers ventured down and pressed over the seam of your shorts. He rubbed a slow, deliberate circle over your clothed mound, a teasing phantom touch that reminded you of the pleasure he could give you with those fingers. His lips were hot against your throat, and you shivered as he gripped your hip in his free hand and said, so close to your ear that you shivered, “Later.”

The thought of his head between your thighs, suckling on your poor pussy while his deft fingers prepared you for his cock, flooded your mind. You could only imagine soaking him down to the base as he slipped inside you, making you roll your hips against his fingers. 

You nodded quickly, breathily. “Yeah, yeah, that sounds good.” 

Yoongi’s breath was like a balmy breeze on your neck as he chuckled. “Thought so.” He placed a kiss under your ear before snuggling close, finally letting himself sleep. Your own eyelids fell shut, and Yoongi’s heartbeat lulled you like a gentle rhythm in your ear until sleep overcame you too. 

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[murdocksdaughter]

missing you, kissing me (jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader)

a/n: no this is not canon complainant. also im trying to feed my fellow jace girlies. and i did write this on my 9 hour flight home no joke 💀.

warnings: kissing, technically targaryen incest, aegon slander, helaena and rhaenyra are besties, the reader is a velaryon reader but physical descriptions are neutral minus mention of hair color, luke yelling at jace, happy targaryen family au, also rhaenyra is queen (whoo hoo no war)

summary: leading up their wedding y/n and jacaerys has had any alone time together

word count: 1.3k

“let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain”

She loved everything about him. From his smile to his war hardened face. Y/n was so utterly in love with Jacaerys. They were to be wed in a few weeks and time couldn’t move any slower. With Jacaerys being in line for the throne, the wedding was to be a week long event to be followed with a giant ceremony.

Y/n hadn’t gotten to spend alone time with Jacaerys. It was only either in meetings to plan the wedding or at family meal. Along with Jacaerys’ High Valyrian lessons and training with Aemond. The spare time they had together was nonexistent.

And since the betrothal sneaking out to see each other at night wasn’t an option. With the watchful eyes of the Queensguard, it was impossible to have moment to themselves.

Y/n dreaded it.

Looking out the window as she half heartedly worked on her embroidery of the day, Y/n was bored. Even the pleasant company of Helaena couldn’t hold her attention.

Y/n’s face held a longing look as she continued to watch the clouds roll over King's Landing.

“You miss him.”

The voice of Helaena broke Y/n’s trance- (More like startled her). Y/n jumped slightly before looking at the Targaryen princess with her face and her neck feeling hot.

Helaena only smiled at Y/n, “I would miss him too, he treats you well.” she continued before she went back to her embroidery of caterpillars.

Y/n always valued the words of Helaena; they were always truthful albeit sometimes cryptic. Y/n smiled at Heleana and nodded.

“I do, we haven’t had much time to ourselves since our betrothal. I just wished to be married already.”

Helaena giggled at Y/n’s eagerness.

“What’s so funny?” as the Queen Rhaenyra walked in.

“Y/n’s eagerness to marry.” Helaena confessed. Rhaenyra cackled, sitting next to her future daughter-in-law. “So eager to be a bride yet I doubt my son knows how to undo a bodice,” she commented.

Y/n blushed at Rhaenyra’s comment.

“Ageon still can figure out a bodice, we’ve been married for years. Marriage is a very…complicated thing,” Helaena said with a small frown forming. Rhaenyra reached out for her sister’s hand and squeezed it lightly.

Y/n’s lip tightened in a thin line. She knew how Aegon treated his wife. That was typical for marriages for women like them; loveless and only to strengthen alliances, the men are sleeping around sire-ing bastards. Women always stuck drinking their woes away and becoming bitter of any younger woman in their presence.

“Jacaerys adores you Y/n. Your marriage will be an amazing union.” Rhaenyra tried to lighten the mood.

“He’s a truly good man, better than most I’d say.” Helaena continued. Y/n smiled and looked down at her lap. “That is true, he’s more like a prince from the books we read as children than what we usually get.” Y/n jokes.

“Leagues better than the drunken excuses we get,” Helaena slyly commented, taking a jab at her husband.

Rhaenyra laughed loudly, grabbing Helaena’s hand. Y/n’s face scrunched as a silent laugh shook her body. Helaena smiled to herself proud of her joke.

Rhaenyra took deep breaths as she continued to giggle to herself. “Oh by the gods Heleana that might be the funniest thing you’ve said.”

As the three women calmed down to a comfortable silence, a member of the Queensguard came in.

“The Prince Jacaerys requests the presence of Lady Y/n Velaryon,” He announces. A grin grew on Y/n’s face. She stood up, smoothing her dress out as she quickly made her way to the entrance of the room.

Y/n followed the Queensguard out of the room when she noticed it was pouring. Her eyebrows furrowed. Training must had been cancelled due to the weather.

Then a bigger smile than she had before grew on her face. Training was cancelled.

As Y/n followed the Queensguard she could feel her heart squeeze in excitement and her body set aflame.

She was so excited to see Jacaerys. Y/n felt like a little girl at a jousting tournament and watching all the handsome knights come out on their horses. Her whole body was shaking as it inched closer to her betrothed.

Once she arrived there Jacaerys stood leaning against the arch way of the court yard.

“The Lady Y/n Velaryon my prince.” The Queensguard announced their presence. Jacaerys turned around to see Y/n standing there with a grin on her face.

Such a simple thing brought her joy. Just seeing Jacaerys. No one but him.

“My love.” He stretched out his arms. Y/n swiftly moved to his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Jace…” she whispered.

His warmth surrounding her completely. His arms caging her waist pulling her closer to his chest. Jacaerys hummed im content. “I missed you,” He mumbled into her white curls.

“I hate being engaged, I never want to go through this again,” Y/n whined into Jacaerys chest.

Jacaerys pulled away slightly, “Are you planning to marry someone else?” he jokingly asked, raising an eyebrow. Y/n rolled her eyes at him. “Oh and you roll your eyes at me?? The heir to the Iron Throne.” Jacaerys put a hand on his chest in disbelief.

Y/n shook her head. “You’re ridiculous Jace,” she muttered, pressing her lips on his jaw. Jacaerys laughed, pulling Y/n back to his chest. He squeezed her tightly.

Y/n felt content with the only sounds of rain and her betrothed breathing filling her ears. It was a moment of peace. Jacaerys planted a kiss on her cheek and muttered “I love you.” Y/n could feel her heart swell.

“I can never get tired of hearing that from you.” She looked up at Jacaerys.

He just smiled at her, “I never get tired of saying it,” he whispered leaning down his lips ghost past hers.

Just as Y/n started to lean forward to meet her lips with Jacaerys a voice called the prince’s name.

Both groaned as they pulled apart and looked to find the source of the call. Y/n found the dark hair of Jacaerys’ younger brother Lucerys. Giving Jacaerys a sympathetic look. The prince just rolled his eyes.

“I suppose our time ends. I’ll see you at dinner, Mother wants me to sit in on her small council meeting today,” Jacaerys half heartedly mutters. Y/n just nodded, running her hand through his hair.

“Of course my love,” She said with a half smile. Jacaerys slipped put of her grasp running across the court yard trying his to escape the rain as fast as possible.

Before he made it across Y/n called his name. Jacaerys stop to and to find her running to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Jacaerys wrapped his arms around her waists pulling her deep into the kiss. Y/n’s hand traveled from the back of his neck to his cheeks, cupping them both feeling how wet they were from the pouring rain.

Jacaerys gripped Y/n’s waist squeezing it lightly. The kiss seemed to last forever as they stood in the rain, drenched. Lucerys called his brother’s name again this time far louder and with an annoyed tone.

This time they pulled slowly from each other, smilies dawn both their faces. “I’ll see you at dinner?” Y/n asked despite knowing the answer.

Jacaerys nodded frantically. “Yes. I’ll see you then-”

“JACAERYS!! DON’T MAKE ME DRAG YOU FROM HER MYSELF!!” Lucerys voice engulfed the courtyard.

Jacaerys laughed throwing his head back. “Goodbye my love,” he said before running off to his brother who was leaning against an arch with an disgusted look on his face.

Y/n was left standing the pouring rain with the biggest grin on her face. Her hand gripping her soaked dress.

By the gods she really did love Jacaerys Velaryon.

[silkylious]

Lovesick (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

Fandom: jujutsu kaisen

Pairing: gojo satoru x gn reader

Cw: just lots of fluff, suggestive if you squint really, really hard, gojo is dumb and whipped

Wordcount: 1.2k

Notes: first fic in like 3 months lmao 💀 this was actually so much fun to write! hope u enjoy! also thank you @maminari for beta reading ilysm mwah <33

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“Why am I even required to do this?” Gojo sighed into his phone, dragging his feet towards Shoko’s three in one office-clinic-mortuary. “I’m virtually invincible, and I heal myself twenty-four-seven.”

“Do you have to throw a fit every time you get a check-up?” Shoko huffed back, her voice slightly distorting through the call but conveying her irritation nonetheless. “It’s one check-up for the whole year, Gojo, just get it over with. And lose the attitude, I’m not the one doing it for you this time.”

That caught his attention.

Shoko briefly filled him in—she had a date with Utahime and wouldn’t be able conduct his annual check-up as she had been for the past few years. That was where you came in. She had mentioned you a few times in passing. You were not a sorcerer despite being able to see curses; your cursed energy was limited and your physical prowess was nothing impressive. However, you helped out in your own way. You worked part-time at the Kyoto branch, patching kids up after missions and carrying out medical examinations much like the one he was about to get.

Gojo hummed, “are they single?”

“Behave.” So that was a yes.

“Mmh, I don’t think I will,” he sang, his strides increasing in size. “Oh, say hi to Utahime for me, will ya?”

“I don’t think I will.”

Before he could retort, the line hung up. He clicked his tongue, though his mood was anything but sour at that moment. His legs carried a newfound pep in their step at the idea of a new face, a fresh victim to annoy into an early grave. He couldn’t help the dumb, shit-eating grin splitting his face, thinking about all the ways he could make this check-up as agonizing as possible. Although it wouldn’t take much to achieve that, Gojo had a natural talent for being a general nuisance after all. 

He hummed a cheerful tune to himself as he approached the office’s door, preparing to make a grand entrance that would be sure to startle you. He could sense your cursed energy through the wall—low, peaceful and steadily thrumming around you. It was practically calling for him to disturb your tranquility. Oh, how he’d love to see it spike and tremble. 

One, large hand gripped the doorknob while the other remained buried in his pocket. Without taking a second longer, he slammed the door open with all the dramatic flair of a soap opera actor, lips parting to bellow out an obnoxious greeting.

But no words came out.

Before a single syllable could even escape his mouth, you frantically turned around at the sound of the door smacking against the wall. And then your eyes met where his would be behind his blindfold. And then your pretty lips curved into a sheepish, reluctant little smile.

And he knew he was a goner.

He cursed Shoko in his head for not bothering to mention to him that you were this drop dead fucking gorgeous. 

Any attempts at human communication died in his throat while he stood there with his jaw slightly parted. You giggled nervously—he’d never heard a sound so sweet in his entire twenty-eight years of living—before extending your palm out for him to shake, taking the initiative to greet him warmly.

Realizing he looked like a big, hulking idiot just standing there, gawking at you, he swiftly took your hand in his own and silently marveled at the softness of your touch. You guided him to the examination table (Jujutsu Tech really ought to buy a hospital bed) after exchanging brief introductions, all the while he couldn’t find it in him to do anything but follow your instructions, nod his head in response to your questions and hope that you wouldn’t notice the flush rising up his neck. 

“So, Gojo,” even his last name sounded downright saccharine on your tongue, “I’ll be checking your height, weight, blood pressure, temperature, eyes and just generally asking you questions about your lifestyle. Sound good?” 

He nodded, having no fucking clue what came out of your mouth. God, he just needed you to keep talking. 

You raised a brow at his behavior. This was not what you had spent fifteen minutes mentally preparing yourself for prior to him bursting in the room. Shoko had made it abundantly clear that Gojo would not be an easy patient—whatever that meant. You expected a lot more than… this.

“Alright, let’s start with blood pressure and temperature.” You gently pulled his left arm into position, wrapping the blood pressure cuff to his upper arm. He really didn’t look like it at a first glance, but you could tell he was jacked underneath that hideous uniform he wore. You cleared your throat, trying not to linger too much on the way his biceps strained against the fabric of his sleeve under your fingertips, “Keep your arm extended and relaxed just like that while I take your temperature, okay?”

You knew you that there was no point in narrating the entire process and using verbal prods with him, he was a grown ass man, one that didn’t even need to be here at that, but his quietness left you unnerved given all the talk you’d heard about his pompous, unbearable personality beforehand. If you didn’t ramble, the silence would become too stifling.

You brushed off his odd demeanor, focusing on adding a cover to the thermometer probe. He still had his infamous blindfold on but you felt the weight of his eyes on your profile, like he could see you and see through you. Taking a steadying breath, you willed your hand not to shake under his heavy gaze. 

“Open your mouth,” you murmured. Glossed lips open to reveal a set of perfectly aligned and whitened teeth, with sharp canines that almost looked like fangs protruding from the top row. You placed the probe under his tongue and instructed him to keep it there, unaware of the havoc you were wrecking in his heart. You’d gotten closer, so close that he was able to smell your perfume and feel your cursed energy delicately flowing with his own. 

You turned to check his blood pressure and your eyes damn near popped out of their sockets as soon as they landed on the monitor. It was well above average, coupled with a very high pulse rate. You turned to face him again, worried inquiries just at the tip of your tongue only to be met with a sight for sore eyes. 

Gojo Satoru, strongest sorcerer of his generation, flushed pink from clavicle all the way up to what was unveiled of his face, tense as a rock, with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth.

The mirth that overtook your eyes was uncontrollable no matter how much you wanted to hide it for his poor pride’s sake.

“Seems like your blood pressure is high, Gojo,” you said, a playful lilt to your voice that sounded utterly sinful in his ears. You pulled the thermometer out of his mouth, all too knowing in the way you glanced at him, mumbling, “your temperature is a little above average too. Is there something stressing you out?”

Gojo’s wits finally returned to him after a solid ten minutes of absolutely humiliating himself. The mischievous grin you adorned was unmistakable, and Gojo never backs down from some good banter. 

His lips stretched into a smile so devilish it was hard to believe it belonged to someone who looked nothing less than seraphic.

“Hmm, seems so,” he said, pulling one side of his blindfold up to properly take in your expression. “Can I have your number then, doc? You know, for future check-ups.”

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𝐓𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 🧱

𖤐 warnings: kinda cracked, wrote this real quick for fun. Suggestive themes. All characters are AGED UP. All of them get 🧱 obviously hwjshs

𖤐 starring: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Hanma.

𖤐 some of these are hilarious honestly, I giggled myself writing them, I also went 💀 cause some of these men are just plain simps man. I’ll be doing a part two with Koko, Kazutora, Sanzu, Taiju, Rindou and Ran !

Mikey- When you scold him

Everyone else is too afraid to do it, ever since Draken stop coming around that is. Sometimes Mikey would do dumb shit just to see if anyone had the nerve to say something, anything. They don't, of course. They don’t want to get their lights knocked out. But you? Yea you put an end to that pretty damn quickly. The first time it happens is during a meeting. Mikey isn’t paying attention, as per usual, despite being the leader and calling the meeting in the first place. Your voice rips him from his daze, along with the knit of your brow and the pout on your lips. “Pay attention! Quick staring off into space and wasting everyone’s time!” The men are deathly silent, holding their breath even. Mikey continues to stare at you and you stare right back, even going as far as raising your brows at him. “Don’t stare at me like that, answer me when I speak to you?!” Yea the only reason he isn’t speaking up is that he’s scared his voice might crack as all the blood rushes to his cock—

Draken- When he sees you doing something domestic

Draken never had a family outside of Toman, he was used to fending for his own even as a child. Cooking his own meals, keeping his space clean, managing every element from his own life at an early age. Starting the bike shop was no different, just another one of those things he was ready to take on and take care of. He didn’t mind it really, taking care of things. As he headed up the apartment above the shop he was already thinking about what he was going to make himself for dinner, swearing softly when he remembered just how little he had in his fridge. All of that was forgotten though as soon as he opened the door, the smell of fresh food wafting through the apartment and hitting him right on the nose. “Ah, baby! How was work?” There you were, at the tiny dining room table watching the warm food sizzle on the stove while you folded what he assumed was freshly cleaned laundry. You grinned up at him, only making his heart beat a little faster in his chest. “Listen I got off early today so I made dinner! You had nothing in your fridge dude, you really need to stop grocery shopping only when you start to starve… also? For the love of god wash your coveralls more often? They literally reak and the grease stains? I don't even know if I got them all out–” You were silenced by his lips, large hands easily scooping you up to sit you on the table as the folded clothes became your new seat. You tried whining about how the food would burn, but Draken heard none of it as he pressed his hard-on into your crotch, your cloth soon mixing with the clean ones.

Baji– when you put on a pair of jeans

It surprised him too, the first time it happened. The two of you were getting ready for a night out and Baji could have sworn you had tried on everything in your closet already. He groaned as he watched you stomp towards your dresser, pulling out tops you had already sworn not to wear. “Baby, please, you look sexy in literally anything you wear.” He was pouting when you glared at him. “You have to say that cause you’re my boyfriend.” He simply clicked his tongue, leaning further back into the bed when a shirt came flying back at his face. “We’re so late as it is, just pick something princess, the uh– the red top you had on earlier was hot as… fuck…” His voice trailed off as he watched you slip a pair of jeans over your thighs. You were making this cute little face as you did a few hops to get them on properly, but his eyes were much more focused on how your ass literally swelled before stubbornly going into the material of the jeans. You did a little sigh when then were done up, looking at yourself in the mirror. “What? Do you like these Kei? You got quiet all of a sudden.” When you looked back at him he was literally blushing, hand quick to readjust the boner that popped without his permission. “Keisuke?! Are you serious right now?!” “Baby are you serious?!” He was up in seconds, palms quick to cup your ass to squeeze it through the jeans as he groaned right in your ear. “As if your ass looks so fine going into a pair of jeans my lord–”

Mitsuya– When you feel confident in yourself

Sure, seeing you in the clothes he's made for you is a huge turn-on. He thinks you look beautiful in them, really he thinks you look beautiful always, but the glow you seem you radiate when you also feel beautiful? Now that's what gets his blood pumping. “Takashiiii~” You call out to him as he works, one needle held between his teeth as he adjusts a piece of fabric going through his sewing machine. He glances up finally when you slip into the room, the giggle you let out making him smile himself as he watches you check yourself out in the big wall-length mirror. No, the clothes your wearing were not made by him, but that's not what he's focusing on. What he’s focusing on is the way you look at yourself, biting your lip so cute and doing a couple of twirls to get a really good look good at yourself because you feel good. “Doesn't this look so cute Taka? I was scared it wasn’t gunna fit right but baby, it's so cute, right?!” He just chuckles softly, placing the needles down gently to stand up behind you. He smoothes his hands over the soft material that hugs you just right, unable to stop himself as he presses his bulge right up against your ass. That, along with the sound soft sound of his whisper up against your ear has you swooning almost as hard as he is. “You’re so fucking perfect doll, you know that? It’s so hot when you look at yourself like that…”

Chifuyu– When you’re sucking on a lollipop

No cause it's truly embarrassing for him. It seems like such a middle schooler thing to get bricked up about (and you’d tell him that too). But he just can’t help himself. He slips his apron off as he leaves through the back door of the pet shop to take his break. He knew you were going to meet up with him, and that alone had him excited. He was always excited to see you after all. Anyway, you were sitting on a bench not too far from the store, eyes focused on your phone screen. He was going to call out to you when your free hand grabbed at the stick of the lollipop to pull it free from your lips with a pop. When you licked at the sweet treat he could see the way it had dyed your tongue red, a bit of drool seeming to glisten on it as you suckled it softly between your lips. He had to clear his throat to get your attention instead. Your eyes lit up at the familiar sound, ready to greet him until you came face to face with his blushed face and very obvious boner. Your brows furrowed, dropping your phone down with an unamused look that only made him all the more embarrassed. “What? Just the sight of me now gets you hard? Fucking simp.” “Really?! Isn’t it supposed to be a good thing that I’m turned on by ?!”... “It's the lollipop isn't it?” “Baby it was the way you were suckin it just like you would my cock–”

Hanma– When you’re patching him up after a fight/when you admit you’re worried about him.

Now originally the hottest thing he had ever seen you do was throw a punch. He really thought nothing could be better than that, seeing how you so confidently told someone off and then left it off with a good punch to their jaw. Yea, he had fucked the daylights outta you for that. But this was different, a different kind of sexy that he wasn’t expecting to make him feel so much all at once. It was late, later than usual when he stumbled back into the shitty apartment the two of you shared. He was banged up pretty bad, nothing compared to the other guy of course, but bad enough that he was limping, still coughing up a bit of blood that lingered in his mouth. When the two of you made eye contact he was expecting an ear full. But instead, the glassy-eyed look of worry you gave him, along with the silence as you rushed for the first aid kit made him worried, dropping down at one of the kitchen chairs. You stood right between his legs, shushing him as soon as he tried to open his mouth and got to work patching him up. You still didn’t say a word, but he kept his eyes up on you the entire time, as you so gently cupped his swollen jaw, as you fixed up the gash on his eyebrow, as you diligently worked away the blood that coated his knuckles to make sure there were no serious cuts there either. He should have asked if you were mad, should have pushed you away to say he was just fine. But instead, he let you fix him up to the best of your abilities. When you finally sighed, he perked up a bit, readying himself for the lecture. But instead, you just pressed a kiss to his forehead as you eased yourself to sit on his thigh “Don’t scare me like that ever again, you hear me Shuji? You looked like shit stumbling in here and gave me a god damn heart attack.” He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, if it was the gentleness in your tone, the way your eyes were watery with worry, or the fact that you were holding him just so softly that made him pop one up after you wrapped your arms around him. That's what got him the lecture, your sift smile quickly turning into a grimace as you flicked the spot you kissed seconds before. “You’re disgusting.” “Mm, tell me you were worried about me again, please baby?”