#This is something I wanna write about so badly I just don't know how!!

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plus one | joaquín torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: You help Joaquín get ready for a gala that he and Sam are attending – though because of the 'no plus ones' rule, Joaquín would rather stay with you instead... and he intends to convince you to let him. Warnings: I don't think I use any pronouns or gender specific terms in this (please let me know if I do and I'll fix my warnings) but it is mentioned that reader has hair long enough for Joaquín to tangle his hands in. There are references to nudity. It's also slightly suggestive at times but nothing specific. Word Count: 3.2k A/N: Surprise! It's been a whole month since I last wrote for Joaquín, and then this morning I woke up to those photos of Danny at the Mission premiere and he is so Joaquín in them that I was inspired. I was literally plotting this out at work cause I couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked in that outfit and then I started working on this the second I got home. I'm actually so happy with how it turned out considering I haven't written for Joaquín in a month, but I have missed writing for him so much. I really hope all of you will love this! 💗

“Angel, I really don’t think that Sam would mind that much,” Joaquin calls from the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. He hooks a towel around his waist and moves to stand in the doorway so he can see you, sitting cross legged on the bed, staring down at your phone. “I seriously think he’d be cool with going alone.”

You look up from your phone, eyes falling on your half-naked boyfriend, and forget how to speak for a moment. His hair is still wet and so is his chest – he’d clearly forgotten to dry himself off properly, wanting to talk to you so badly and attempt to convince you to let him stay home again.

Ever since he’d found out that there were no plus ones allowed at the gala he and Sam had been invited to, he had decided that he didn’t want to go. Sam was going to be there too, so it wasn’t like he was going alone, but for some reason, the simple fact that you couldn’t go made it so that he didn’t want to go either.

“Are you listening to me, angel?”

You blink, tearing your eyes away from his chest where you’d apparently been staring, and nod. “I am, but you’re still going to the gala, Joaquin. You made a promise to Sam.”

Joaquin pouts a little and walks across the room towards you. You try not to focus on the fact that the towel around his waist is tied incredibly low and instead, look at the wet footprints he’s leaving as he walks.

“Baby, you’re gonna get the carpet wet!” You scold him, standing up from the bed just as he reaches you. You place your hands on his chest and start to push him backwards towards the bathroom. “Dry yourself off before you come out here. You know better.”

Joaquin’s pout turns into a grin as he’s pushed backwards by you. He finds it adorable when you get so frustrated over the small things like that, and the fact that your hands are on his bare chest is just a bonus. “Well, stay with me in the bathroom while I dry off, then, cause I don’t wanna have to yell at you just to talk to you,” he says, allowing himself to be pushed back to the bathroom. 

“Fine,” you sigh, moving to take a seat on the toilet lid. 

You try your best not to stare as Joaquin undoes the towel around his waist and gets to work drying himself off. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before – the man does have a habit of wearing nothing or very little around the house – but it still has the same effect on you every time. You make an effort to look at his face instead. 

“I can just text Sam and tell him I’m sick or something,” Joaquin suggests, trying to get back to the topic of the gala. “He wouldn’t know if I’m lying or not.”

You groan and lean back against the cistern. “Baby, you are not lying to Sam about being sick. It’s just a few hours. You’ll probably really enjoy yourself when you’re there. It’ll go so fast and then you’ll be home.”

Joaquin picks up his boxers and pulls them on, frowning to himself as he does. He’d really thought that maybe, you watching him dry off after his shower might give you a reason to finally relent and let him stay home… he’d clearly underestimated your ability to stay true to your word. “You won’t be there, though. It’s not going to be as fun if you’re not there with me.”

“So you never had fun before you met me?”

He turns to look at you, a cheeky smile on his face. “Never.”

You roll your eyes and pick up his dress pants, sitting beside you on the vanity, and throw them at him. “Just get dressed, silly.”

“I’m just saying,” Joaquin says, catching the pants and pulling them on. “I’d have so much more fun if I stayed home with you. I’m sure I could could come up with something we could do. There are so many options.” 

He does the button on the pants up and looks at you, eyebrows raised. You can tell by the look on his face exactly what he’s thinking and shake your head, trying not to laugh. 

“C’mon, angel. What do you say?” He hums, taking a few steps closer to you and reaching down to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. This is definitely going to work. He knows that you’ve always been susceptible to his touch. 

Joaquin almost smiles as you stand up and place your hands on his chest. He places his own hands on your waist and tugs you a little closer to him. 

“Baby,” you start, and Joaquin nods at you, his eyes wide and full of hope. “I love you, but I swear if you don’t pick up that dress shirt right now, put it on and finish getting ready, I’m never touching you again. That means no hugs, no kisses, no–”

Joaquin groans and steps back away from you. “You’re killing me here, angel.”

“You’ll live,” you laugh, sitting back down on the toilet lid.

He picks up the dress shirt from the vanity and pulls it on, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. The pout on his lips is so cute that you almost stand right back up and kiss him, but you know that if you do, there’s no way Joaquin is leaving the house.

“I might not,” Joaquin huffs, starting to do the buttons up on his shirt. “It’ll be hours without you. I’ll be all alone in a giant room full of strangers.”

You watch as he does the buttons up all the way to the top and can’t help yourself from standing up and taking a few steps towards him. The pout on his mouth stays in place. 

“You’re the most social person I know, Joaquin. Since when do you fear a room full of strangers?” You ask, reaching up to the top button of his shirt. “Anyway, I’ll be eagerly waiting for you to come home if that makes you feel any better.” 

Joaquin’s hands find your waist again as you unbutton the top button of the shirt. His breath hitches. Has he finally won you over just by being fully dressed and pouty? His grip tightens on your waist as you unbutton the next button. Then, you drop your hands.

“Angel.”

“There, all done,” you smile, leaning up to peck his lips. “Now, come on. I’ll dry your hair and style it for you and then you’ll be all ready to go. Sam will be here soon anyway.” 

You move to step away from him and walk out of the room but Joaquin is quick to pull you back to him. Before you have a chance to object, his lips are on yours. You moan a little at the contact which only spurs Joaquin on more. His hands slip underneath the fabric of your pyjama shirt as he manoeuvres you up and onto the vanity behind you. He uses one hand to push your legs apart so he can stand between them. The other hand moves to tangle in your hair.

It takes every ounce of control not to start unbuttoning the rest of Joaquin’s shirt as he kisses you. You can’t even fist the fabric in your hands, not wanting to crease it when he’s about to leave for a fancy gala. His hair, though, is open territory. Despite the fact that it’s still damp, one of your hands weaves its way into it and you can’t help but tug a little. The noise he makes into your mouth is one you wish you could hear over and over again.

Reluctantly, Joaquin has to pull away to breathe soon. His forehead falls against yours, his breathing heavy. One of his hands rests on your thigh, the other one that had been in your hair now gently holding the back of your neck. 

“You ready for me to dry your hair now?” You ask, voice a little teasing.

Joaquin rolls his eyes and stands up straight. “You can’t seriously expect me to still go to the gala after that, can you?” 

Smiling, you put your hands on his chest and push him back a little, just enough for you to stand up off of the vanity. His hands stay firmly on you, the one that had been on your thigh now resting on your hip instead. 

“You say that as if I’m the one who initiated that, baby.”

He can’t help but laugh a little at that. You were right – he had been the one to initiate the kiss. He just hadn’t expected you to get quite as into it as you had. “Okay, fair call.”

You reach down to take one of his hands. “C’mon, baby.”

Joaquin allows himself to be dragged out of the bathroom by you and smiles a little at the fact that only minutes ago, you’d been pushing him back into the bathroom and now you’re dragging him out of it. He allows you to dry his hair, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through it and the warm air from the hairdryer. He especially enjoys the fact that you lean down once it’s all dry and kiss him just behind his ear. He almost turns around and tugs you down onto his lap then and there. He’s surprised he manages to stop himself.

It’s not too long later that you’re standing beside him just inside the front door of your house. There’s a limo outside waiting to pick up Joaquin to take him to the gala. Sam’s already waiting inside, probably very impatiently.

“You sure it’s too late to back out?” Joaquin asks, his arms wrapped around you, hands resting on the small of your back. “I could still pull the ‘hey, I’m feeling sick all of a sudden’ card.”

“No, Joaquin,” you shake your head. “You’re going.”

He groans and throws his head back. “Ugh, fine.”

You take advantage of the situation to stand up on your tip-toes and press a kiss to his neck, right above his Adam’s apple. You can feel him tense up at the sudden contact and feel satisfied that you’ve succeeded in your intentions as you see the look in his eyes.

“What was that for?” 

“I’m just giving you another memory to think of when you’re out tonight,” you shrug your shoulders. “You look so handsome that I couldn’t help myself. You should wear shirts like this more often.”

Joaquin chuckles. “Thank you, angel. I think I need another memory though.”

He leans in and kisses you again. It’s only a quick kiss, even though he’d like nothing more than to make it more than that, but it’s good enough for him.

As soon as you break away, there’s the sound of the car horn honking outside – Sam’s way of telling Joaquin to hurry the hell up.

“Now, you really have to go,” you laugh, pulling yourself out of his arms to open up the front door. You shiver a little at the cool evening air and it makes Joaquin want to wrap you up in his arms all over again. “Baby, come on.” You reach out and grab his hand, pulling him forward until he’s finally out on the doorstep. 

Joaquin smiles at you, just enjoying the feeling of holding your hand. 

“Okay, you go out and have a good night, okay? Text me when you’re on your way home. I’ll try and stay awake for you as long as I can,” you give his hand a squeeze and then let go.

“I won’t be late, I promise. I don’t wanna keep you up,” he says. Joaquin isn’t going that easily, though. He steps forward and gives you another quick kiss. “I love you, angel.” The words are murmured against your lips. “I want more kisses when I’m home, okay?”

Laughing, you gently push him away from you. “Hurry up, you’re keeping Sam waiting!”

“Only when you say you love me too!”

“I love you too. Now go!”

Joaquin grins and finally turns around, starting to walk down the path towards the car. He’s about half way there when he turns on his heel and starts running back to you. You watch him, amused, as he makes his way back towards the house. Unsurprisingly, he meets you with another kiss – this one a little longer and a little rougher than last time.

Instead of being interrupted by a car horn honking this time, it’s the sound of Sam’s voice that makes Joaquin pull away from you, his hand still resting on your back. 

“I swear if you don’t get into this car right now, Joaquin, I’m replacing you as Falcon!”

Joaquin’s eyes widen almost comically, but even though a part of him really believes that Sam would do it, it doesn’t stop him from leaning in to peck your lips again before he turns back around and starts running towards the limo.

“I love you, angel!” He yells as he’s running.

“Love you too,” you call back through your laughter.

You watch as he gets into the limo and then notice the window rolling down. He waves to you until the house is no longer visible and then finally looks at Sam for the first time since he’d gotten in. 

“Next time, we’re negotiating for plus ones.”

~~~

It’s late by the time Joaquin comes home – much later than you’d anticipated. You’d attempted to stay up as long as you could, but when you hear the key in the front door, you’re half asleep in your bed, the room only lit by a lamp on your bedside table. 

“Angel, are you sleeping?” Joaquin’s voice wakes you up a little.

Stifling a yawn, you push yourself into a seated position as the door to your bedroom opens and Joaquin walks inside, a smile on his face the second he sees you. His hair is a little messy, likely from a night of dancing or other tomfoolery, and his shirt is creased like you’d expected it to be when he came home. 

“Hey, baby. What time is it?” You ask, rubbing your eyes a little. You’re pretty sure you’d fallen asleep for at least a little bit there, but you have no idea when or for how long. “Did you have a good night?”

Joaquin crosses over towards the bed and is about to sit down on it when you stop him. 

“No outside clothes on the bed.”

He chuckles and starts to undo his belt. “You just trying to get me naked, angel?”

“If I wasn’t about to pass out, I’d say yes.”

He removes his dress shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor and leaving him in only his boxers before he climbs up onto the bed beside you, his phone in one of his hands. He slides underneath the covers and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him so he can lean in and press a kiss to your cheek.

“It’s like… one a.m., I think,” Joaquin starts, answering your earlier question. “And I had the best night. You were right, angel. I really enjoyed myself once I was actually there.” He pauses for a second, then his eyes light up as he remembers something. “Oh, they had a whole room full of ice sculptures! Have you seen them before? It was so cold in there, like a giant walk-in freezer. They even had a sculpture of me! Wait, I took a picture…”

You smile, leaning into his side as he unlocks his phone and opens up the camera roll. He swipes past about ten selfies of himself before he gets to the ones he wants to show you – the ice sculptures. You’re definitely gonna be asking for copies of the selfies tomorrow.

“I took photos of everything so I could show you,” he explains, stopping on one ice sculpture that is unmistakably Falcon. “How cool is that! I’m an ice sculpture. I mean, not anymore. I’m probably just a puddle of water now but still.”

It’s sweet, the way he’s so excited about how much he’d enjoyed his evening. Even though it’s one in the morning and you wish you were fast asleep, you’re glad to be experiencing the wonder in his eyes and the joy in his voice. How he can be so energetic so late at night though, you don’t understand. 

“That’s super cool, baby,” you hum, no longer looking at the photo but up at him.

Joaquin locks his phone and sits it on his bedside table. “Honestly, I think it might’ve been one of the best nights of my life,” he admits.

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh, that’s funny coming from the man who didn’t even want to go in the first place,” you chuckle, amused. You’re a little more awake now, simply from seeing how happy he is. “So, you don’t need those kisses you asked for anymore, then? I can just go back to sleep then.”

He looks down at you. “Okay, so I didn’t say that.” 

One of his hands moves to cup your jaw, his thumb gently swiping over your cheek, as he leans in to kiss you again. Despite the fact that he had had a really great night at the gala, it would’ve been made a million times better with you there. And after the kisses you’d shared while he was getting ready, he’s been waiting for this one all night.

The kiss is different to all the ones you’d had before. It’s slow, soft and gentle. It doesn’t last very long, though. Joaquin can tell how tired you are and the last thing he wants is to keep you up any later, especially when he’d been out later than he’d intended on. 

“That was nice,” you mutter after he pulls away from the kiss.

“It was,” he agrees, then tilts his head downwards to briefly capture your lips in his again. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, unable to help himself. “But you should get some sleep now, angel. It’s late and you were falling asleep when I came in, I could tell.”

You stifle another yawn and shake your head. “No, I wanna stay up with you longer. I missed you tonight.”

Joaquin’s heart clenches in his chest. You’d been so adamant for him to go, but all this time you’d been at home missing him. You’d even tried staying awake until he’d come home and had barely achieved it. 

“I’ll be here when you wake up, angel,” he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “I missed you tonight, too. Every second that I was at that gala I wished you were with me.”

You smile sleepily as you shuffle down so you can lay down in the bed. Joaquin moves to lay beside you, putting his head on his own pillow, the hand that had been on your face moving to rest on your hip. 

“You looked really handsome tonight, baby,” you murmur. 

“Thank you, angel,” Joaquin replies softly. 

“Next time,” you yawn, unable to stop yourself this time, and shuffle closer to him, burying your head in his chest. “You should negotiate for a plus one.” 

Joaquin can’t help but chuckle as he wraps his arm around you. “One step ahead of you, angel.”

~~~

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[pretty-side-of-the-moon]

hi miss… i saw your reqs were open… andd if you so happen to see this req would you maybe write something with luke where r is like super fond of the younger campers and where she bakes for them and tries to just make them feel like kids and luke teases her for it? if you don’t feel like doing it it’s totally okay no worries!!

Ahhhh wait somthing like this was already in my drafts, but I lovvveee loveee lovvveee camp parents! Luke and reader!! I Def feel like Luke teases you so badly about it, but it is just as much as a sweetheart to the younger kids..he's such a hypocrite smh.

Anyways...enjoy hun!! And I love getting asks sm so always feel free to send more in ♡♡

(Sorry if this is rushed, I have work in the morning lmao)

XOXO,

Pretty ♡♡♡♡

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"You wanna measure out the flour, sweetie?"

You could practically feel Luke's eyeroll from across the room.

Technically, it was past cerfew. And technically, the big house kitchen wasn't for campers.

But Chrion had let you stop in a few times before to bake, and really, it was only a bit past curfew.

You weren't super keen on sneaking around, but when one of Clarisses' younger siblings came knocking at your door... you were fine with breaking a few rules.

Violet was only seven. She was a pretty shy thing, but got along well enough with her siblings. And she had attached herself to you at hip.

After some war game, you had brought her to the infirmity when her siblings were celebrating. Poor thing, she was so sweet and polite. Of course, you would bandage her knee when she didn't want the Apollo camper there to- but it was still a little odd when she showed up at your door crying.

You weren't quite sure how she'd managed to sneak out of cabin five, Clarisse ran that place pretty strict. But when she said she had a nightmare... you couldn't just take her back.

"You know, my mama used to make cookies with me when I had bad dreams."

You'd stopped by the Hermes cabin, knocking on the window next to Luke's bed. And pretty much begged him to pick the big house lock.

Now, your boyfriend was watching as Violet sat on the counter with you and counted out three table spoons of vanilla, and dumped them into the mixing bowl.

She was talking about nothing, but you followed along. You figured it wouldn't be long until she tired herself out.

And you were right. She started yawning just as she asked to mix the cookie dough. And once you put them into the old oven, and she sat on the floor to watch them rise, she could barely keep her eyes open.

You went to stand by Luke, and wasted no time in pulling you to his chest. Like that's where you were supposed to be, his chin resting on your shoulder and your back to his chest.

"Camp mom, huh?"

You rolled your eyes.

"It's one kid. I can be nice to children without being a parental figure."

"Mhm, whatever you say, mama." Asshole.

There's a long silence, it's comfy, and you're pretty sure Violet fell asleep with her face pressed against a cupboard.

"She's just a kid, Luke." You whispered, "she's just a baby."

You heard him swallow.

"...You know we don't get to be kids, pretty."

"...I just want them to feel like they are. Just a little."

And that's what he loved about you.

The timer beeped, and you took out the cookies, letting them cook before putting them on a plate and wrapping it in tinfoil. You figured it wasn't the best idea to give a child cookies before bed.

"Will you carry the plate, babe?" It wasn't so much of a question, but Luke compiled, and you scooped Violet up. You rested her on your hip, and carried her out back to the ares cabin. You knocked a few times, and it didn't take long for Clarisse to swing open the door.

"What- oh. Why do you have my sister?"

"Can I walk you back to your cabin?"

You shrugged, "she came to my cabin. It's whatever, will you put her in her bed. Please don't wake her." You whispered, ignoring the glare clarisse shot at luke. You took the cookies from him. "These are for her in the morning. I'll tell you the full story when it's not midnight."

You said goodnight to Clarisse, and started walking with Luke again.

"Does that include bothering me for the rest of the night?"

"Mm...yeah."

"I guess I'll allow it."

"Thanks, mama."

"Nevermind."

"Wait please-"

[ghostly-bat]

lmao your last post about the batfam being united when it comes to Damian keeps on sending me… im now curious as to when the realize that their baby brother is the /prettiest/ one and what it entails

Lol I believe you're referring to this post and true me I've thought about Damian being the prettiest one constantly.

His siblings especially his brothers are constantly stressed out by it cus here's the thing my hc is that Damian takes mostly after his mom so you know he's absolutely beautiful. And beauty attracts a lot of people and that includes weird people as well.

So imagine his brothers constantly trying to ward off these creeps and these weirdos away from their younger brother and Damian is simply minding his own business, he either knows that he's pretty and attracts people and just doesn't care or he's completely oblivious to it. His family is probably super overprotective of him because of this reason like "Hi who are you and why are you in my baby brothers vicinity?"

I imagine Dick interrogates people, Jason intimidates people, and Tim threatens to blackmail people. Bruce is constantly telling the others too keep an eye on Damian too. And hell let's throw Jon into the mix too cus why the hell not.

You know how stressful and annoying it can be to have a pretty best friend, Jon is constantly trying to ward off his own friends from Damian if they're not together and if they are than oh boy you know very well Jon is not letting Damian out of his sight whatsoever, that boy is making sure everyone knows Damian is with him.

All in all their lives would be so much easier if Damian wasn't so pretty 😮‍💨

[evylss]

I heard from a little birdy that you make hsr smut soooo~ ANAXA SMUT PLEASE so basically we have been bothering him all day saying how we want to cum on his dick so as punishment he ties us to the bed and use a vibrator to our pussy, overstimulating us and he is talking dirty like GOOD LAWD.

a/n: OMG FIRST ASK!! 🩵AND HELLO?? ANON I LOOOOVE HOW U THINK I SAT DOWN SO FAST TO WRITE THIS (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠) i might get a bit carried away with this..

images and borders from pinterest, credits to the owners (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

cw: nsfw, meannn/sadist anaxa, him thinking he's better than u tbh, brat and brat tamer, fingering, orgasm denial (once), overstimulation, vibrator, it's messyyy, bondage, degradation and praise, clit slapping, lowk manhandling.. lmk if i missed anything!!

Anaxa was a relatively patient man, with you at least. He appreciates silence, and despises being interrupted or disturbed. What he wasn't though, was anybody's slave, and he'll do as he pleased.

So when you've been nagging him all day, whining about how badly you want him, how badly you need to cum on his cock-- he can't help but find himself irritated as you mindlessly beg with no concern for how you're disrupting his focus, just like the dumb thing he knows you are.

"Come on! I'll be quick- just wanna cum- then I'll leave you alone!" You whine up at him from where you're seated on the floor, right between his legs as he sits at his table, resting your cheek on his thigh and giving him the best doll eyes you could. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sliding a hand into your hair, he grips it at the roots. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to be a warning. He lifts your head off his thigh, offering you a questioning look with one slightly raised brow.

Anaxa's eyes narrow at you as his hand tracing from your nape and down your jaw, till he was holding your chin delicately between his fingers.

"How many times have I told you that I'm busy? All this nagging is enough, but also proposing to just take what you need and leave..? All high and mighty, are we?"

And you did.

His voice was low, soft, but incredibly dangerous- laced with a threat. Daring you to challenge him.

That's how you find yourself in your current situation-

Clothes peeled off you expertly as he takes you to the bedroom, panties unknowingly stuffed into his pocket. Rope being tossed into the bed, being pushed down roughly into the mattress, a hand against your lower back, firmly pinning you down.

God, you shouldn't have pushed him this far.

Or maybe that's exactly what you wanted.

You feel him grab your wrist, then your calve, folding your leg up till your ankle meets your wrist. With no hesitation, he ties them together. He watches as you start to squirm in protest, but all you're met with is a sharp "Hold still."- and you don't dare disobey him this time. He ties up the other side, tugging on the ropes as if to test the hold, then letting out a satasfied hum as you hear him start to walk away from you.

Where was he going? Surely he wouldn't just leave you there.. right?

But now you almost wish he did.

A moment passes. Another.

You hear him come back behind you, and he places something down on the bed next to him. Silence.

"A-anax-" And he shuts you up promptly.

"Quiet." He huffs, landing a sharp swat! against your achy clit, making you yelp out and jolt, which only subjected you to a few more of the mean slaps, smearing the wetness of your puffy folds onto his fingers. Your thighs eager to close shut as you struggled against the rope, hoping to escape from the sharp and almost overwhelming pleasure.

'Tch. You're still misbehaving, slut?" He scoffs. Pushing two of his fingers in at once, he relishes in the way you squeal at the sudden stretch. He gives you no time, incessantly hooking his fingers meanly into that familiar spongy spot with frightening precision, uncaring of the way your thighs tremble and press against the ropes. He presses his thumb right into your clit, rubbing tight and harsh little circles around the throbbing nub, finally showing it some attention.

"Please- that's t'much..!" You protest, trying your best to lift your head off the pillow to look back at him, but he isn't even looking at you. His eyes are fixed between your legs, his gaze intense, watching as he slowly rubs up and down your slit, neglecting your clit entirely before coming to circle around your weeping hole, not missing the way your breath hitches and you gasp.

"Too much? You were just begging for more but now it's too much? You don't really want me to stop though do you? I can feel you dripping onto my fingers. Filthy girl." He practically scolds you, pressing his fingers against your fluttering entrance, just enough for you to feel the pressure, but not enough for them to slip in, making you whine and writhe defiantly.

You can feel your orgasm building all too quickly as he expertly works his fingers inside you the way he's come to know, your whines and moans turning into whimpers and intelligible pleas for release.

"Why'd you d-do that?!" You cry out, and if you weren't tied up, he's sure you'd be kicking your feet against the bed like a child having a tantrum- maybe even landing a few hits on him.

"'m so close..!" You warn, but you don't need to. He knows your body well enough, maybe even better than you, and easily identifies the squeezing and clamping of your drooling pussy around his fingers. He doesn't reply to you, giving you the chance to enjoy the feeling before abruptly removing his fingers from your cunt, immediately landing a smack on your pulsing clit for good measure. Making sure you really felt the loss of your climax.

He ignores your whining and you hear him take ahold of something, you're about to look back until you hear an all too familiar buzzing.

"Please make cum..! Been waiting for so long- and I promise I'll be good!" You're spouting out whatever comes to mind, whatever you can say to convince him, and he just huffs out a dry chuckle at you, knowing that promise won't last long at all.

"Do you want to cum? Say please." He demands so meanly and to his pleasure, you don't even have it in you to resist.

"If you say so," and his nudging the jittery head of the vibrator right up against your clit.

The vibrator hums to life the second it meets your clit, and your entire body jolts, arching into the sensation with a gasp. Your wrists strain against the ropes as your thighs try to clamp shut out of instinct, but the way he has you bound denies you any kind of escape. You’re completely exposed, and the worst part is—

You know that’s exactly how he wants you.

"That's it. Cry for me," He murmurs, almost lovingly. Almost. But there’s nothing gentle about the way he rolls the toy in slow, torturous circles, keeping it just off center from where you really need it. You sob into the sheets, rocking your hips the little you’re able with how you're bound, desperate for friction. Desperate for any relief.

"Still think you’re in control?” he scoffs, fingers splaying across the swell of your ass as he watches you shake. “Begging like a little bitch in heat… I should’ve stuffed your mouth before starting—at least then you'd be less of a nuisance."

Your vision blurs with tears, but you can’t even bring yours to care. You’re too lost in the incessant onslaught of pleasure, your clit raw and twitching under the relentless pressure of the vibrator, which he now pins in place with the flat of his palm. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge again, the coil in your belly tightening too fast, too tight.

"I-I can’t—" you choke out, voice wrecked.

"You can, and even if you can't, you will," He hisses, his voice sharp against your ear as he suddenly leans in close. “You're not allowed to cum until I say so. Not a second before. And if you do? I'll make sure your hopes of cumming disappear.”

The warning sends another shiver through your spine, making your cunt clench helplessly around nothing. The vibrator doesn’t stop—not even when your body starts to tremble violently, not even when you scream his name like it’s the only word you know.

He leans back, admiring the slick mess between your thighs, how helpless you look tied up and ruined before he’s even touched you properly.

Your first orgasm rips through you before you even know it’s happening— your body convulsing, toes curling as you sob into the sheets. You’re so pent up, so painfully needy, that the release hits you like a truck.

But Anaxa doesn’t stop.

He presses the toy harder against your clit, dragging it side to side as your thighs shake violently and your back arches off the mattress.

“Already? That fast?” he mocks, voice dripping with cruel delight. “Didn’t even give me time to enjoy it.”

Your voice cracks on a scream as the vibrator keeps working your sensitive bud, no time to come down, no reprieve.

Your second orgasm builds soon after, harsher and sharper than the last, your whole body twitching in protest as your hips twist helplessly against the restraints.

"A-Anaxa please—too much—too much!" you cry, tears hot on your cheeks.

“You said you wanted to cum,” he reminds you, utterly unbothered. “I’m just giving you what you asked for.”

He adjusts the angle, catching your clit just right, and you wail. He grinds it down meanly onto your pulsing little clit- relishing in the way you squeal and cry so loudly. He keeps up the firm rutting of the vibrator until he can see the tell tale signs of you getting close. The way you grow louder, more breathless, the way you go limp as you're right at the edge--

And then you snap. Tensing up completely as you cum.

It hits you like lightning. Your breath stutters, your body locks up, and your vision floods with white. You’re sobbing now, reduced to nothing by the raw sensation, drool smearing the pillow beneath you.

"Messy little thing," Anaxa hums, almost amused. "Look at you—crying from getting exactly what you begged for."

Your cunt clenches uselessly around nothing, dripping and overstimulated, your thighs twitching uncontrollably as he finally eases the vibrator off. You’re trembling, body completely limp, barely holding it together—and that’s when he speaks again, so casually it sends another tremor through you-

"You wanted to cum on my cock, didn't you?" he taunts, dragging the toy down slightly to tease your entrance, already fluttering and soaked. “That’s what all this fuss was about. And yet here you are—haven’t even been fucked, and you’re already this pathetic.”

You sob his name again, nearly delirious, the pressure unbearable now. Your whole body feels like it’s about to snap in half.

"Alright, slut. You’ve earned it." His voice drops, gravelly and dark with promise. "But I really hope you've learnt your lesson."

You hear the rustle of clothing—his belt unfastening, the soft clink of the buckle, fabric shifting as he strips. It’s slow, deliberate, like he wants you to feel every second of anticipation. You can’t see him, but you feel it—the moment his warmth returns behind you, the weight of his body settling between your thighs. One hand grabs your ass, spreading you open for his eyes.

And with that, he finally slides the vibrator away—and thrusts into you in one brutal, fluid motion.

This was going to be a long night.

a/n pt 2: HII SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WROTE HALF OF IT THEN LITERALLY ALMOST DIED BUT I'M OK NOW SO HERE WE GO!! HOPE U LIKE IT 👉👈😊😊 I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS

[luckykiwiii101]

😭😭😭 I ENTERED THE VOID STATE AND IT'S LITERALLY CHANGED MY WHOLE VOCAL CORDS!!! Like, WHOA. 😱 You guys don't even understand. Before all of this, I was a mess. Lemme tell you the full tea.

So like, I used to cry at night, scrolling through Tumblr, seeing everyone else manifesting their dream lives while I was stuck in the same old cycle. 😩 You KNOW the feeling! I even DELETED my Tumblr at one point because I was SO sick of seeing everyone else actually living their dreams, but then I would redownload it like the next day because I couldn't resist!! And then...the whole studying-for-exams thing? LOL don't even get me started. Like, I'd be like "I'll just enter the void state before my exams and manifest straight A's or whatever" (spoiler alert: I didn't.) I'm never really failed any subjects. At least not badly😬

I was starting to get frustrated, right? So then, one day, I was like OKAY, FINE. TIME TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING. And that's when I started SATS (State Akin To Sleep). It sounded crazy at first, but honestly, I was down to try anything! (Even while coping with my MADD. Yes I'm one of them. No I'm never getting rid of it.) So I started visualizing my dream life, and LET ME TELL YOU, I GOT SO DETAILED. I was in Velaris with Rhysand (I'm an ACOTAR fan), feeling his WINGS!!! I was literally touching them and just imagining how amazing it would feel to be surrounded by magic and beauty. And I wasn't even thinking about entering the void or anything. I was just feeling the vibezzz. Like, I know that it felt real, and that's what mattered.

Fast forward to a month and 3 weeks of doing SATS (Yes, I skipped some days, but WHO CARES? 😤). And guess what happened? I woke up today, and BOOM! I was in the void! Like, I didn’t even need to know how it happened, it just DID. I just said "Anything i say comes true exactly the way I want it." I said it over and over and over. Until I decided it was enough. Then I thought of leaving, and I was back in my room. Thank goodness I didn't think of leaving when I first entered, because this was literally like a lifetime opportunity I couldn't screw it up.

I actually had to safeguard myself, by saying "I am not impulsive". And the urge to say nonsense just disappeared ✨ That was the first thing I said when I woke up. So I wouldn't say any crazy shit. And so I was sitting there, ready to just start manifesting everything I ever wanted. I even started writing my script. maybe that was just an adrenaline rush.

But here’s the thing...GUYS, NOW THAT I’M HERE....in my room with this "ability"...I’m actually kinda missing my old self. Not the sad, desperate me, but the me who was SUPER EXCITED about just wandering around Velaris at night and dreaming of all this happening. Like, I actually miss that excitement. Looking through Pinterest and seeing the interior of a mansion, and be like "I'll be there soon", seeing pics of tasty food on instagram and saying "I'll eat that soon" I know it sounds crazy, but when you finally get everything you thought you wanted, it’s like...IDK...a little too perfect? 😬

Like, I know this sounds wild— and weird, but it’s TRUE. It's true for me right now. I'm gonna be blunt. The success story is not as exciting when you’re like actually living it, you know? Or maybe it's just me. Like, I’m just over here typing this at 4 AM, feeling kinda melancholic. And kinda (scared). Yes, I wanna enjoy my desires, but... I don't know. I don't want to get too curious and stray from Velaris trying to find out the secret behind ALL of this. For goodness sake, this is crazy!!! My voice is a genie!. It's already bugging me now. I know, I KNOW, this is probably not what you expected from a success story, but I’m being REAL.

I’ve written like 3 pages of my script so far, and I’m just gonna finish it tomorrow. No rush. Because honestly? Rhysand’s not going anywhere. 😉

And YOU can do this too. I know some of you might feel like “Oh, it’s impossible, I keep failing!” but like, just take a second and realize YOU'RE ALREADY GETTING CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. I was stuck too, and look where I am now. Don't look at the part where— I'm kinda ungrateful. But the part where I'm finally gonna meet Rhysand. YOU’RE SO CLOSE. It’s all coming together, trust me! 💖✨

But yeah, it’s 4 AM, I’m gonna go back to bed now, lol. Don’t let the void stress you out, okay? Take it easy. You’ve got this. ✨✌🏼

Also, love you kiwiii💖💖💖💖

SUCCESS STORY

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

First of all, I’m so happy for you and proud of you. You really put your foot down and gave yourself what you wanted.

I can understand what you mean when you say the success story isn’t exciting when you’re actually living it. But when it’s right in-front of you, it doesn’t feel like this out of reach thing you’ve put on a pedestal anymore. It’s just yours. And it feels normal.

But for some people, I think a big part of that came from the dopamine rush people would feel when they’d tell themselves that they’ll have it one day. And when they have it in the 3D, they just feel peaceful with it because there’s nothing to “chase” anymore.

I agree with most of what you said apart from “you’re so close”. With the law of assumption there is no process. You ARE the void. Anyway enjoy having your desires. I’m really happy for you!!😭 Love you too beautiful ♥️

[chiumii]

hii can you do something like a corruption kink with any enha hyung line membet you want and like virgin reader? where they're like lowkey going wild over the fact that she's a virgin and can't wait to corrupt her and stuff. sorry if this makes no sense or you don't want to write it, i totally get it if you don't. thanks and have a nice day <3

corruption ~ enha hyung line

if the enha hyung line would have a corruption kink or not , and the extent of which how badly they want to ruin your innocence and take you for themselves.

enha hyung line x reader | corruption kink

warnings : semi smut , corruption kink , multiple positions , daddy kink , sub / dom dymanic , breeding kink , dacryphilia , degrading , praise , size kink , this kinda sucks , not proof read

LEE HEESEUNG .ᐟ ----- ♡

I feel like heeseung would have a corruption kink - but only to a certain extent and only for you.

the two of you have been dating for a couple months now , and everything has been so blissful and sweet... apart from your sex life.

every time the two of you make out and things get heated , you always shy away and make up an excuse not to do anything sexual.

he is so patient with you though and would never get mad at denying any sort of sexual intimacy , he is such a sweet boyfriend ugh I love him sm.

but one day , the two of you are making out , and his fingers slide up the fabric of your skirt , your skin leaving goosebumps trailing on your skin.

just as he's about to reach your underwear , you whine and break the kiss. your lips wet and swollen as you catch your breath before you speak in a whisper.

"I-im not ready" heeseungs eyes open and meet with yours , his lips also swollen and hungry.

"wassa matter baby ? you can tell me angel , im here to listen" your face turns a shade redder than it already was and you sit back a little on his lap , shifting uncomfortably. your eyes dart away to look anywhere else but him . his fingers rub gentle patterns on your thigh , coaxing you to calm your nerves.

"im... uhm... im not- I dont know.. god this is embarrassing," you face palm and bite your lip. heeseungs ears perk up , his mind racing at your words.

he's had a suspicion about the topic at hand , he's just been waiting for you to confirm it.

and oh god does this make things so much better for him.

his own personal , little baby to corrupt and ruin . the thought of taking your virginity for himself and showing you how to have sex , teach you how to use your pretty mouth makes his dick harder than ever.

you feel his cock harden underneath you , and your eyes widen in shock, your hips squirming in his hold.

"h-heeseung... im- I dont know how... ive never done anything.." you shake your head and cover your face in embarrassment once more.

heeseung brings your hands down from your face and force you to look at him, both of your faces red.

"I don't care angel ... I'll take care of you, kay'?" one of his hands trail to your thigh, trailing upwards once more.

"I'll make you feel good baby , so so good..." his fingers met with your damp panties , pressing them against your clothed bundle of nerves

"you'll be beggin' me to stop.."

he would finger you on his lap to prep you, your first orgasm rushes over you , and you can't help but fall apart on his lap underneath his control.

after making you come undone on his lap , he would force you onto your back and eat you out , lapping and sucking your juices like a starved animal , showing you just how good he can make you feel

he never wants to stop ever because you have such a sweet , sweet taste.

"my pretty girl has such a sweet taste , such a good girl for me baby , you gonna cum again my love ? wanna cum for me angel ?"

the though of having a perfect , little virgin right in the palm of his hand coming undone all for him and because of him quite literally makes him cum in his boxers , and he hasnt even touched himself yet !

ugh how he can't wait to fuck your tight , soaked pussy and make you drool all over him with the dumbest , braindead look on your face makes him hot and heavy - so that's exactly what he does.

PARK JONGSEONG ----- .ᐟ ♡

oh yes he would 100% have a corruption kink , and its BAD bro.

the two of you are just friends , but its so obvious that you have a crush on each other .

some sick and twisted part of Jay stops him from confessing first - wanting to see just how worked up he gets you before you fall apart in frustration.

that's the sadistic side of him.

you always go to him with your frustrations - and recently , its been about how you can't get yourself off no matter what toy you use - and you have a pretty good collection.

"I dont know what im doing wrong ! im so- ugh. I can't do anything by myself and I dont even have a boyfriend to help me. the guy I like doesn't like me back and it's so frustrating" you take a deep breath , your cheeks coated in a deep , pink blush before you continue

"I want... I wanna be able to pleasure myself so badly - im so frustrated all the time , espically with the guy I like ! its so frustrating being around him he makes me so..." your eyes lock with his , and you swear your heart stops for a second.

Jay is man spreading on your bed - it would be a cute sight due to your cute stuffed animals surrounding him in your pink bedroom - but the look on his face makes you fold in on yourself and stutter over your words.

"I-i ... n- nevermind..." your arms cross over your stomach and you advert your eyes from his figure.

the reason you came to him was because you've been best friends since you were children , and a conversation like this was never awkward because you have told each other literally everything - when you hit puberty and you didn't even know how to put a tampon in , how much gooey blood there was - and none of it made jay feel weird , of course it wouldn't ! he could never feel weird around you.

Jay's thoughts are running wild , especially with the way your thighs are clamped together and rubbing against one another. you dont realize you're even doing it , and that thought makes him want to pin you down and use your body as he pleases.

"look at me." his demand causes you to jump , and you obey him with shy eyes. your eyes interlock with his and he tongues his cheek , eyeing you up and down.

hes had enough of this little game ; he's caught you inbetween his fingers and now here you were , squirming in the palm of his hand like a pathetic little mouse.

"you truly have no idea what you do to me, huh y/n?" you suck in a deep breath , your lips parting as he continues.

"you wanna know what I wanna do to you , sweet thing ?" your heart rate increases , your body frozen just a mere foot or two away from the man in front of you.

"oh so many disgusting , dirty thoughts come to mind." your eyes dont look away from his , not for a second as he continues.

"you think I didn't know about your little infatuation , y/n ? its so abundantly obvious , its honestly adorable how innocent you are."

"j-jay..." you say breathlessly. he chuckles at your words , but continues nontheless.

"you honestly think I didn't see you humping your pillow after I left your house ? how you whimpered my name so pathetically ? you still couldn't get yourself off huh baby ?" you shake your head without thinking .

"aww , my poor baby couldn't do it herself huh ?" you shake your head again.

"I went home that night and thought of all the positions I wanted to fold you in. how badly I wanted to use your body however I wanted." you whine at his words , your thighs rubbing against each other more harshly.

"I wanna eat your sweet pussy with my fingers fucking you from the inside out" he sits up and begins to crawl over to you, your heart rate picks up and you lean back on instinct. Jay chuckles , enjoying the little cat-mouse game you've begun to play.

"I wanna fuck and abuse you tiny cunt until your eyes roll into the back of your head , my name being the only thing you can remember" your back hits the mattress below you, Jay crawling over your small frame right after. his fingers come in contact with your damp panties under your pretty dress.

"tsk, so wet already, how pathetic." you whimper at his cruel words , but he feels your hole clamp and his eyes widen.

"I'm gonna make you cry all over me baby . want me to use your pretty body ? want fuck you dumb ? "

you nod your head , but that's not enough for jay.

"words, princess"

"y-yes daddy..." now its his turn to feel flustered, his cock straining in his jeans at your words.

"oh god , you're so perfect , such a good girl for me , a good girl for daddy hmm?" you nod your head , gasping as his cold fingers pull your panties to the side and run through your wet folds.

god he can't wait to strip you of your innocence and alter your mind to where you can't even process anything but him and him alone , forcing you into submission and mark you his and only his.

SIM JAEHYUN ----- .ᐟ ♡

I feel as though Jake wouldn't have much of a corruption kink - he would be more into the experienced women.... however, you would be the one and only exeption.

the two of you have been friends for a couple years , meeting through a mutual friend of yours , sunghoon. since the moment Jake has laid eyes on you , he knew he was fucked .

the two of you dont hang out one on one often , only a few times has it happened , deciding on the fact that hanging out in a friend group setting was more ideal.

he tried to get rid of the little crush he had on you , he really really did.

until one day you two had ran into each other while walking to class . you decided to hang out for the day and do some shopping .

Jake wishes he would have never ever agreed , because that day he figured out just how innocent you truly are .

you literally took him into a Victorias secret for fucks sake , and despite his protests and cherry red cheeks , his looks of lust mixed with embarrassment flew right over your pretty head .

what made the situation worse was a couple guys tried hitting on you after figuring out you were single - you were beautiful , of course you would get people hitting on you from time to time.

you were so oblivious to their remarks , that when they walked away , you literally said with your entire chest

"I made a new friend !" you were so cute , it took Jake all his restraint in his body from bending you over the display and fucking you raw.

his last bit of sanity slipped from his fingers when you were hanging out with all of your friends at jakes house. the topic of sex came up and everyone was talking about how they've had sex before , and Jake couldnt help but stare at you the entire time .

your cheeks were dusted red and you were shyly sitting with your knees pressed together , looking around the living room and avoiding the conversation.

"what about you y/n , you've ever had sex ?" sunoo wiggles his eyebrows

"dont make her uncomfortable dude , y/n dont listen to him" sunoo rolls his eyes at jays lecturing words . you purse your lips into a pout and look over at Jake , who is already staring at you , waiting for an answer

"actually.... im a virgin." you say , embarrassment laced in your tone. Jake feels his dick harden and his eyes widen. how could he have been so blind ? of course you were a virgin , you're so oblivious when guys hit on you , and you literally took him into a Victorias secret .

he feels his sanity snap the second the words leave your mouth , and he quickly ushers everybody out of his house , claiming that something came up and everybody has to leave.

you were about to leave , waving Jake a goodbye before you took a good look at him ; he was avoiding all eye contact with you and didn't say goodbye.

he was acting weird , and you had to get to the bottom of it.

"Jake , are you okay ?" worry written in your tone , it made Jake groan

"im fine y/n , ill see you later " he goes to close the door , but you push it open before it had the chance to click closed .

you push your way in, looking up at the man with a questioning look. you cross your arms over your chest and shift your weight onto one of your legs.

"Jake , please tell me what's wrong , did I do something" Jake groans again , and his patience is wearing unbearably thin as you question him.

"y/n please , I don't want to talk about it" the thought of you being a virgin is eating away at his morality , his entire demeanor shifting dark as you stand in his doorway .

he's two seconds away from lifting you into the air and throwing you down onto the nearest , comfortable surface and showing you how experienced he is , taking away your innocence and virginity and carving his name all over it , making you his in every way possible .

"please , im here for you" you go to reach for his hand , but are quickly met with the front door slamming right before being pushed up against it, Jake hovering over your smaller frame and trapping you with his arms .

your clit throbs , an unfamiliar feeling as he looms over you.

"you drive me so. fucking. insane." he speaks honestly , and your thighs clamp down and rub together , needing some sort of friction.

"you mean to tell me you dragged me into a lingerie shop , and had no idea that you were turning me on ?" you gulp at his words - you half knew what you were doing, and you're now starting to feel embarrassed for doing so.

"I-im... yun.." you whine, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

"im giving you two options; you can leave and our friendship will go back to how it was because its clear that this isn't normal , or you can stay" you're about to answer , but you're cut off before you can speak

"if you stay , im warning you now that you're not going to be able to walk out of here tomorrow" you dont answer , your voice cut too small in order to do so.

Jake takes your chin between his index and thumb finger , forcing you to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.

"i'm gonna to make you scream my name and cum as many times as I want" his hand moves from the wall to your waist , pressing his front against yours , resulting in his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. you gasp , nodding your head quicker than you can think

"please- want you yun.. pl- yes.. wanna stay" that's all he needs before he's lifting you into the air , your legs wrapping around his front while your hands find their way to entangle in his hair.

his fingers work magic on your clit , your slick coating his digits perfectly

"so wet for me , you have such a pretty pussy baby" he kisses your bundle of nerves as he presses two fingers into your tight , wet cunt. your back arches off the bed as you approach your first orgasm in your life. you feel a weird sensation in your tummy and your hands frantically grab jakes shoulders

"o- oh my god I feel... please" you beg for something you aren't even sure of.

"c'mon darling , finish for me pretty girl" and so you do , squirting all over jakes face and bed and his eyes widen in shock. he coaxes you to relax before kissing your temple

"looks like I got a little squirter on my hands" he chuckles

"g-gentle please.." you shouldn't have said those words oh god , that only makes Jake want to be more rough , but he listens anyways as his thrusts are slow and concentrated . the way you're pussy is unbelievably tight and new is so, so taunting.

you hiss at the sting and before long , he's folded you in half and showing you all the right positions and angles , fucking you through your third orgasm of the night.

"y-yun feels so - ugh ff-uck" you squeal at the angle , his bulbous tip kissing your sweet spot with every thrust

"want me to fill you up with my cum sweet ? breed your tiny pussy ? oh god you're so small fuck " your back arches off the bed and you scratch his back , leaving trails of red blood.

"tell me how it feels baby , let go all over me" he speaks , demanding an answer

"f-feels so good , so full , mmmf , oh my god" you respond , your legs shaking in jakes hold and your eyes squeezed tight

Jake doesn't seem to care as you flutter around his cock , screaming as your fourth orgasm just about washes over you.

"please , want you to use me ! d-da... ddy please!" as if you couldnt be any more perfect , Jake chuckles before snapping his hips against your ass , your knees besides your head.

"dont worry baby , daddy's gonna take such good care of you . such a good girl , giving daddy your innocence , takin' me so well" you just about sob at his sweet words

letting Jake take your virginity was the best fucking thing that could have happened ever

PARK SUNGHOON ----- .ᐟ ♡

he has the worst corruption kink fucking ever dude it drives me INSANE

sunghoon is someone you met in a college class.

although he was reserved and somewhat cold , you tried to get along with him anyways , he was your seat partner after all.

it took a while for him to start getting comfortable with you and soon , the two of you became friends.

it took him way longer to let you in than most people because of how badly he wanted to fuck you.

yes, fuck you. the way you hold yourself was so cute. you were a shy one for sure. you were soft spoken and quiet - reserved in the exact same way he is and it would be a lie if you were to say you didn't find him attractive either.

a mature , strong man is all you needed - so you were bound to start lusting after him as he was you.

but you couldnt ruin such an early friendship , the two of you were starting to get to know each other and you didn't want to mess things up. the more you two hung out , the more you realized he was different with you than with other people he knew

more gentle in a way. how he would talk to you so soft and caring , he was the biggest sweetheart - especially to you.

but dont let his actions deceive you - his thoughts were definitely nothing like how he acts.

every lingering, soft touch on the small of your back makes him want to force you into an arch and pound into you from behind , pulling your hair and making you scream out his name.

bite and suck pretty little marks into your perfect skin, make you cream all over his cock as many times as he wishes as you lay down and take it like a good little girl.

every time you would get too close to him , resulting in getting a wiff of your vanilla perfume makes him want to force your legs apart and eat you out for hours until your too weak to move , yet still cumming all over his face.

you would send him a selfie of your makeup and outfit before starting your day , and each time you did that he would groan and rub one out

"fuck-" he moans , squeezing his tip in his palm as he looks at his phone screen - a beautiful picture of you - your hair is up in two curled ponytails , your glittery eyeshadow and wispy eyelashes make your doe eyes pop , and oh god your lips are pink and glossy , pouting as you snap the picture

he wishes he could stain your lips with his cum and stuff your cheeks full of his warm seed

he would face fuck you until you pass out due to lack of oxygen

his pearly beads of precum leak from his tip as he smears it down his shaft , using it as lubricant as he moans your name , imagining his hand was your mouth instead

he would teach you how to suck his cock and would be oh so patient with you. you would look into his eyes for praise and he would gift it to you gratiously

"such a good girl , taking my cock so well-"

"sunghoonie?" one of his friends breaks him out of his trance. you're in a group setting and one of his female friends is trying to talk to him- more so flirt.

he pays no mind to the girl, focusing on your figure instead.

the way your short skirt compliments your thighs makes him feel hot , and it doesn't help with the thigh highs you decided to wear along with the dainty article of clothing.

you're talking to Jake , who is flirting with you shamelessly. you are also paying him no mind as you're ears are focused on sunghoons conversation.

you feel anger bubble in your chest as this chick flirts with him. Jake notices your soiled face and says something about it. you mutter under your breath

"I got to go" before walking away and towards your apartment - which was just a couple minutes away. sunghoons eyes follow your figure and he up and leaves his conversation , not caring that he just ignored the girl.

"y/n , y/n wait " sunghoon catches up to you and grabs your wrist , spinning you around to face him. your face is contorted into one of anger , and sunghoon can't help but coo at your cute face

"what's the matter?" he pouts , your anger doesn't disperse though as you clench your jaw. you feel more embarrassment now because he actually followed you - you have no idea what to say.

"I don't know , I dont feel good" you lie through your teeth , and he catches it. sunghoon shrugs his shoulders and starts walking in the direction of your apartment , wrapping his arm around your back , his hand finding the slope of your waist and directs you towards your apartment.

you blush under his hold as you open your apartment door , letting the man in and following in right after.

"why did you get upset and storm off?" he asks , sitting down on your couch with his legs spread. you walk into the kitchen and grab a glass of water , chugging it before answering.

"I just wasn't feeling good" he raises his eyebrows at your lie , eyeballing you from across the room.

"are you sure about that?" your cheeks glow red and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze , fidgeting with your fingers.

"you have no clue huh?" you shoot him a questioning look, not quite picking up what he's putting down. he chuckles at your face , finding it adorable how you squirm just from him looking at you.

"about what?" you respond , sunghoons eyes grow dark , racking his eyes up and down his figure.

"tell me y/n , do you have any experience with guys?" your breath hitches at his question and you slowly shake your head back and forth, answering him. sunghoon smirks at you , bringing his hand into the air , motioning for you to come to him.

"come here, love"

you obey , walking over to him slowly and standing inbetween his spread legs. he sits up and places his hands on the hills of your waist , massaging gentle circles on your skin.

"tell me why you were upset" he looks up into your eyes and you can't help but feel like falling apart in his hands.

"that girl earlier... she was flirting with you.." your voice was above a whisper , but you answer anyways. sunghoon bites his cheek , his hands running down your body and towards your thighs. goosebumps trail on your skin at his touch.

"and you were jealous ?" you nod your head as an answer , sunghoon admiring your submission.

"you think I touch her like this hmm?" his hands move up your short skirt and towards the hem of your underwear, playing with the straps of your lacy thong. you shake your head , your chest heaving up and down.

"want me to tell you a secret?" you shake your head yes , not being able to find any words in your racing mind. sunghoon pushes you to sit in his lap , his hands coming to cup the plush of your ass under your skirt , playing with your underwear.

"ive been wanting to fuck you since the day I saw you. I masturbait to the selfies you send me every morning" you wrap your arms around his shoulders and neck , pressing your chest against his with a hushed moan , burring your face into the skin of his collarbone and neck. his hands move to your hips , guiding you to grind down onto his growing cock.

"do you fuck yourself thinking about me , little one?" you nod your head shamelessly , whimpering out a pathetic "yes". sunghoon moves his face to kiss up and down your bare neck, beginning to grind his hips up into yours for friction.

"have you ever came to the thought of me , pretty ? you ever cum to the image of me fucking you ?" you shake your head no , an embarrassing whine vibrating through his neck through your lips.

"my poor baby. needs daddy's help getting off hmm? can't do it yourself so you need daddy to do it for her huh?"

"y-yes please, need daddy's help making me cum"

so that's exactly what he does

over

and over

and over again

your first orgasm was gifted to you by sunghoon so sweetly , eating you out with your back flush against the couch with your panties pulled to the side , gifting you words of praise such as

"doing such a good job for me baby doll"

and

"just like that pretty girl , my perfect little girl"

earlier, you would have thought he was the sweetest person on earth, but that quickly changed as he has your ass in the air and your face down into the cushions of the couch , screaming his name over and over again

"d-daddy slow ! can-cant ,, too much please !" you squeal , but your cries are useless as he abuses your tiny hole.

"gonna make you mine , fill you up so nicely - ill put a fucking baby in you , want me to make you a mommy?" of course he's bluffing , god this was your first time having sex for fuck sake .

"y-yes please daddy fuck- need,, oh god please" your legs kick under him , your arms held in place by his hand behind your back. he chuckles at your words , his hips snapping against your ass in a rough pace that doesn't let up.

"who's pussy is this, who owns you doll?" you scream as you feel the coil in your abdomen unravel , sunghoon landing a harsh smack against your ass.

"you do ! daddy does !"

"that's right baby , daddy does. gonna fuck you dumb and take your goddamn innocence until you're a puddle in my hands."

[enchantedlov3r]

This is my playpen ellie williams x puppy!reader full fic<3

Summary: you and ellie are play fighting but it turns into something different, more intimate...

Pairing: ellie williams x puppy!reader (my reader)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, oral (r receiving), soft!dom!ellie, sub!pup!reader, moaning, ellie herself should be a warning, fingering, ✂️ing, kissing, breast play, squirting, play fighting, aftercare, that's it folks!

A/N: I'm in the writing mood y'all enjoyyy! MDNI!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!! smut warning will be placed when the scene arrives. first time writing for ellie, hope you guys like it!

based on this song:

you and ellie were the best of friends. you both loved each other very much and it showed in public.

ellie was in love with you though. she of course never exactly had the balls to tell you because you were so pretty. she didn't wanna ruin this wonderful friendship you guys had.

in these circumstances, it was hard to make friends her age, granted she was basically an adult now and so were you, it was still hard being lesbian and making female friends and struggling not to fall for them.

that's what happened between her and dina, they were really close friends and ellie fell for her. but now there kinda distant from each other because now dina is with jesse.

there's nothing wrong with that, she was still friends with them, it just wasn't the same like it used to be.

but now she found you and she just wanted you to be her's so badly. it haunted ellie at night. it got to the point joel noticed and would tease ellie about it everyday.

"stop starin' ellie, it's creepy." joel would say as ellie stared at you from across the room while you were sitting on couch.

it was movie night and you, ellie and joel always watched movies together. Tonight you invited dina.

"how can i sit here and not stare joel? How can she sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?" ellie says admiring your figure laughing with dina.

"well I understand that, she's a beautiful girl but c'mon, you know what happened between and dina" he says to ellie with a look.

"yea well joel i can assure you, that won't happen again, can we go watch the movie you old man?" ellie says with a smirk on her face before kicking off the wall and heading towards the couch.

"hey guys, whatcha talking about?" ellie announces her presence. Dina looks at her and smile and you smile at her as well jumping up to give her a hug.

"Hi els! we were just talking about our guesses on how the movies gonna end." you say giggling before letting her go and grabbing her hand to sit down.

"Yea, she thinks its gonna end happily but I think it's gonna end badly." dina says smiling at ellie.

"yea well, I don't know how it's gonna end but i'm guessing it'll prolly have idk maybe a double ending where it's both good and bad." ellie says with a shrug.

"that was no help at all ellie." dina says with a smirk on her face. "It's ok els, we'll see." you say laying a reassuring hand on her thigh.

ellies face turns a bit red and she smiles at you before rubbing her neck.

she had to admit she was very smitten about you. she loved how you were so oblivious and so cute. she adored your love for nature and your fascination with chasing things.

it was adorable.

'joel! hurry up! we wanna watch the movie!" dina calls out

"yea you old man, get out here!" ellie follows up

"please be safe and don't trip and break a hip please joel." you say lastly making ellie and dina laugh.

"what!? i'm genuinely concerned for joel!" you say with a pout on your face. ellie smiles and apologizes glancing down at your lips.

she turns away from you and looks at the figure appearing next to her, it's joel.

"alright girls, yall can shut up now. I'm pressing play." He says laughing.

the movie begins and it's going good, you guys are halfway through the movie when there's knocking on the door.

joel groans and the girls whine. joel pauses the movie and gets up and opens the door and sees tommy and jesse.

"what is it tommy?" joel asks clearly frustrated and annoyed. "well I need you for some help in the stables and jesse needs dina for something, I have no clue why though."

"alright, we'll be out in a sec." he says huffing out a puff of air.

"dina, jesse needs you, don't know why, els imma be gone for a little bit, i'll be back, pick up dina then we'll finish the movie, kay?" he announces.

you pout and ellie rolls her eyes, clearly frustrated. 'alright joel, bye see you later." ellie calls out.

"bye joel." you call out to him. he smiles, winks at ellie and waves his hand. 'bye girls." he says.

"by dina." you say,

"bye d." ellie says.

"bye guys." she says with a smile before running out the house and closing the door.

you both hear a click which is clearly joel locking the door before you both look at each other and smile.

"so whaddya wanna do?" ellie asks with a tight lipped smile as she pats her thighs.

"I don't know, can we go to your room, your bed is much more comfortable then this couch." you say with a smile.

"ok, yea no let's go." ellie says getting up and leading you to her room even though you already knew the way.

you guys finally make it to her room and ellie asks as she opens the door, "what now?" she says walking towards her bed.

"THIS!" you yell out jumping on her back and making ellie fall on to her bed. you giggle as you straddle ellie from behind.

ellie tries to get you off before reaching behind and using her fingers to tickle you.

you laugh out loud and fall off her. she climbs on top of you you both start tugging at each others arms and tickling each other.

SMUT INCOMING!!

ellies leg though found a way between yours and every time you moved, your cunt was brushed with the roughness of her jeans and the thinness of your shorts.

every time her leg brushes against your clit you whimper but try your best to cover it up with a giggle, but there was this one time that her leg brushed your now soaked cunt and you moaned her name.

"e-ellie, fuck." you moan out. ellie immediately stops in her tracks. she looks at you with wide eyes.

"w-what did you say?" ellie questions, clearly confused.

"ellie your leg has been brushing against my pussy for the longest and it feels really good, i tried my best to conceal my noises but it felt way too good." you confess.

"please els, please help me. I need it, i need you." you beg her as you paw at her clothes to remove them.

she bites her lip and mutters out a "fuck" before removing her shirt and her sports bra, she starts unbuckling her jeans and gets off of you.

"fuck, take your pants off." she say breathlessly as she stares at your breasts. she climbs back on top of you once your pants and panties are removed.

she puts one leg on top and over you and lines her pussy up with yours. she starts experimenting by slowly moving her hips rubbing her clit against yours.

you let out a long moan and grip onto her leg. "fuck els, yea r-right there." you whimper out.

she moans too, "fuck yea, your pussy feels so good, fuck" ellie moans.

her pace gets faster and your desperate thrusts and movements are indicating that your close. "your close huh? you gonna cum, cum for me." ellie says grabbing your breast and rubbing and squeezing your nipples.

you cry out feeling your release coming closer and closer. you squeeze your eyes shut and moan out ellie's name loudly. she curses before her hips twitch as do yours as you both cum at the same time.

"fuck baby, c'mere wanna try something." ellie whispers to you. you scoot closer to her and ellie lays down on her stomach.

she lines her face up with your cunt and experiments with her tongue. she licks a stripe up your cunt and you mewl.

"oh ellie!" you whine out, the feeling of her tongue in the place you need her most feels amazing.

"you taste so good babe." she moans into your cunt. the vibrations of her moans course through you making your hips jolt at the friction.

what surprises you is when she adds a finger inside you, you cry out at the feeling of the strecth.

"oh fucking hell els!" you grip her hair tighter and she groans into your cunt. she's having the time of her life going ham on your pussy.

she adds a second finger eliciting the same reaction out of you that you had the first time.

she slides her other hand down to her pussy and slips to fingers in moaning into your cunt loudly.

ellie felt euphoric, not only pleasing you but also pleasing herself. ellie got pleasure out of watching you squirm and writhe around as she ate you out.

"f-fuck." she mumbles as she feels her high approaching. she chases it while still finding the rhythm to please you.

she cums at hearing you cry out her name. she's breathing just as heavily now as you are. she removes her fingers from her cunt and grabs your plush thighs to finish you off.

"you gonna cum again for me love?" she asks sucking on your clit as she feels your walls tightening and your hips spasming.

"ellie! oh ff-fuckk!" you cry out as you squirt all over ellie, her tongue lapping up your juices.

you pull her face closer to your cunt as you ride out your high, the feeling of euphoria taking over you as you cum.

ellie removes her fingers before locking eyes with you. she sucks her fingers clean making you whine at how hot it was.

"l-lemme help you." you say batting your big pretty doe puppy eyes at her as you offer to help get her off.

"it's fine love, I'm good." she says as she gets up off the bed. "lemme clean you up yea?"

she goes into the bathroom and grabs a rag, wets it with warm water as it was very cold in jackson lately.

she wipes your cunt and you sigh in relief feeling warm water on your bare skin.

she rinses it again and wipes your body down from your breasts down to your thighs.

she then cleans herself off before laying down in the bed with you. she pulls the blankets over both of you and snuggles up with you.

"you wanna shirt of mine or no? so you know... y-your not cold?" she asks.

"yea that would be nice els, thank you." you say. you watch as she walks over to the drawer and grabs to shirts out, a black one and a green one.

she tosses you the green one and she puts on the black one. she grabs a pair of underwear for herself and you and you guys get dressed.

once you guys are finished you guys lay back down and cuddle up.

"this may sound crazy to say but, I think i'm in love with you." ellie admits.

"you think?" you question. "no n-no, fuck. no I know I love you. I've been in love with you for a long time." ellie says tracing circles on your thigh.

"i'm in love with you too ellie!" you say smiling at her. "I thought I was being kinda obvious with the way I acted around you."

ellie chuckles and kisses you for the first time tonight. it's long and it's passionate and it has nothing but love in it.

with her eyes still closed she smiles. "will you do me the honor in making me the happiest girl in the world and be my girlfriend?" ellie asks.

you smile and shower her face with kisses before answering. "YES! YES! YES!" you say excitingly.

you hug her and you both lay there together eventually falling asleep in each others arms.

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[daisys-reality]

PAC: Is your DR S/O possessive? How does it show? ♡ ๑

general tarot reading disclaimers apply here. dividers were made by me, the boy drawings are from pinterest but edited by me. this is a reality shifting themed tarot reading and requested anonimously. for more tarot readings, check out my masterlist. now, think about your DR s/o, choose a cutie from above and read your pile below :)

[from pile one yuuji to pile five bakugo]

cutie one ♧

No. I think your connections is based on a strong friendship, some of you might even be childhood friends. There are already lots of memories made together, a strong bond, deep trust and a certain sense of innocence. I think being possessive over your partner (for your s/o) is a sign of mistrust, of fear of betrayal or of deep wounds that haven't been healed yet. I think only when they would reach rock bottom, in moments where they start fearing you leaving them, certain possessive traits would start showing but they wouldn't be proud of themself for it. If they start feeling possessive, you wouldn't even know, they'd be lowkey and subtle, doing or arranging things without you knowing or when you're not present to avoid situations that trigger them.

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cutie two ◇

Yes. Mhm... lots of insecurities and worries here... I think they fear losing what is precious to them and this is not an unfounded worry. Your s/o might have gone through really harsh times, times where they really ended up losing something that had a high value to them. It crushed them and they struggle with feeling really at peace and with acknowledging that you'll stay by their side... their possessive side might immediately show when you're out in a get-together/a gathering or a party - or maybe as soon as a third party is present or involved - no matter who or what it is. the intensity might differ a little for some of you guys' s/os though. They might even be quick to offer you commitment (ex. rush into moving in together, marrying etc - but they are serious about it!) just to get this feeling of security. They are not shy to show who you belong to in front of others and they are the type to spoil you rotten, give you all of their attention and to overindulge in you (they don't wanna leave you even for a second- and this might even surprise you because I feel like they try to play it cool in front of you but in their head there is CHAOS lol). I can also see them putting you on a pedestal, and writing cute little messages or letters and being really tender with you. "I'd die for you" - they're dramatic AF 😂

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cutie three ♤

Yes. First of all, you're DR s/o is very very passionate (18+) about you, they desire you so badly AND they can sometimes be quite a bit dominant. They like having control and you are something they would like to have all to themself. However, they have manners and they try to keep themself in check. they might be the type to like to be informed about what you do, when and with who, plan things for you, solve all your problems or/and provide financially for you, so you don't have to lift a finger. I feel like most of you might enjoy this "someone taking control in the relationship" but for others it might be something you're not really used to (yet) …maybe because of trust issues on your end? To them, you're such a temptation, they are emotionally really attached to you - like they've never been before and it makes them unusually sensitive. They might have some emotional immature moments with you just because they can't get enough of you and it feels like they are not so experienced with "love" and dating in general. their desire and their possessiveness sometimes get to their head, clouding their mind. but they're always working hard to get your approval "please, let me take care of you" and treasure everything about you (they'd even frame your doodles lol). while dealing with others, they might come off very arrogant - trying to scare any unwanted third party away. they are only nice to you ♡

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cutie four ♧

No. I don't think your DR s/o is the possessive type. He seems to be quite independent and having his own space and type is quite important to them, so they also respect their partner's space and time that they need for themself. "You don't need my approval, you know?" Also, they don't hide their feelings and are very honest and open. They are also not fooled easily and hate childish mind games. They'd appreciate it, if you were honest about your feelings too and just tell them if something bothers you. Even though they don't hide their feelings, they're not the most emotionally intropective person - they might sometimes not understand what they're feeling. If there is something bothering them which they logically can't understand why their feeling this way (ex. immature jealousy without a reason) they might end up just feeling depressed, anxious, lonely or even grumpy/angry. if you see them for example overworking themselves, forcibly distracting themself, struggling to fall asleep or constantly being tense/restless or mindlessly following you around like a puppy, then you'll know they're overthinking things and struggle with uncomfortable feelings they can't comprehend themselves - just confront them and talk things through! They love talking with you and sharing with you whatever you guys have on your mind with each other. one-on-one time with you is their favorite time :)

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cutie five ◇

No. I think your DR s/o is the "aloof and distant guy" type of person - someone who introspective to the point of emotional withdrawal, often preoccupied with their own thoughts and feelings, a lone wolf. relationships are not really easy for them. they generally have trust issues with the world. their actions sometimes contradict with their thoughts/feelings. In relationships of any kind they often fear making the wrong choices, struggling with understanding other people and their intentions. They really try to trust you and your loyalty towards them but if they feel insecure or triggered by a third party, they might actually seek your comfort and closeness (cuddling?), wanting you to assure them to take of the emotional stress that their feeling. They lowkey might have an obsessive tendency but not really in the possessive way. Honestly, their feelings towards you feel really pure - they just want the best for you, prioritizing your happiness over their own. They want to become a better person for you - they feel a bit bad that they're not so good with expressive themself and that they're hard to understand sometimes but they feel deeply grateful that you still choose them regardless.

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[froggiewrites]

May I request some Luffy smut? Maybe including some aphrodisiac of some kind or influence from a devil fruit- I don't mind! I'd just love to see your ideas

I am SO sorry this has taken so long, thank you to everyone who's sent in requests for being so patient. Life has been kicking my ass this month so badly I haven't even been able to read any fanfic, let alone write it. Fingers crossed that the end of November is kinder than the beginning!

I'm really excited to have finally finished this request, I'm a big sucker for sex pollen/aphrodisiac stuff so this was really fun for me! Also, this was my first time writing for Luffy, so I hope I did him justice!

Need

Pairing: Luffy x Reader

NSFW

Summary: You find your Captain in dire need of a little help. What kind of friend would you be if you didn't provide? Warnings: Smut, Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiac, Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Vaginal Sex Word Count: 1.8k

You should have known something was wrong when the ship was quiet. The Thousand Sunny is never quiet. There’s always the sound of clashing metal, of excited voices, of a song dancing its way across the deck. But you don’t hear a single noise outside of your door, nor do you see anyone as you pad your way outside. 

You knew that you were docking soon, that your crew would leave to explore the island, but you didn’t expect them to leave without waking you up. You had been on night watch last night, so you certainly needed the rest, but you’re not used to them not at least momentarily waking you to let you know where everyone’s going.

Your surprise and confusion only grows as you hear someone crashing through the brush, and you see your Captain emerge, sprinting precariously toward the ship as though he’s being chased.

“Luffy?”

He doesn’t answer as he continues to rush forward, launching himself up onto the Sunny. Luffy stumbles onto the deck, teetering dangerously towards the railing. Before you can rush to catch him, his back hits the wood, and he lowers himself to the ground, legs splayed out. You can’t even tell if he can see you until he murmurs your name. He’s dripping with sweat, his face red.

You kneel down between his legs, leaning forward to try to get a good look at him. You can’t see any visible injuries, but clearly something is horribly wrong. “Are you okay, Luff?”

“No.” His voice is nothing but a whine, his eyes glassy and unfocused. “Need…something.”

“Something?”

Luffy glances around, pout on his face. “Something. Dunno what.”

You reach out to rest your hand on his forehead, which is burning so hot you almost pull it back in shock. He leans into your touch, giving off a soft hum. “You have a fever. Do you know what happened to you?”

“Nothing happened. We were all exploring, and we split into groups, and then…hm…I ate that fruit Zoro picked.”

Oh god. Zoro’s not exactly a botanist, or a survivalist, and for a single moment you believe with every fiber of your being that your dear friend has accidentally poisoned your captain. “What kind of fruit was it?”

“I dunno. It was sweet. And red.”

You sigh. “That doesn’t narrow it down at all. God, you would think that eating one mystery fruit in your life would be enough for you.”

His indignation beats out his discomfort for just a moment. “The first one went really well.”

You guess you can’t argue with that. “Can you remember anything else about it? We can rule out any devil fruit since you haven’t…exploded.”

“It was warm. And it made me wanna come find you.”

That makes you pause. “It…made you want to find me? Like specifically me?”

“Yeah.”

You have a bad feeling about this. “Do you know why you wanted me?”

He squints in concentration. “To…make it better.”

“How?”

He grabs your hand and places it back on his face. The sound he makes is borderline erotic. “Like this. This helps.”

The warmth against your hand, the moan that escapes your captain, the tent you can see growing in his pants, it all starts painting a very troubling picture. A very tempting one, but troubling nonetheless. “Luffy, are you warm anywhere in particular?”

“My stomach. And lower.” He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around you and burying his face in your neck. His nose nuzzles against you, and he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent and sighing. His hands gently massage against your hips, reveling in the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. “You’re soft,” he murmurs, lips brushing lightly against you. You clench your thighs involuntarily, a move you hope he doesn’t notice.

“You’re—ahh!” One of his hands moves up to your breast, squeezing your breast through your shirt, and he moans again at your squeak. “You’re not in your right mind, Luffy! I think that fruit was—ah!” His hand slides beneath your shirt, then your bra, and finally he pinches your nipple. 

“Come closer.” His voice is thick as he pulls you onto his lap. “I think this is fixing it. Feels nice.” He jerks his hips, and you can feel his hardness rub against you. You try to keep your moan inside of your mouth, but when you do, he huffs, and ruts into you harder.

“Luffy!”

He grins. “That’s better.” As his hand begins to slide down the front of your pants you finally come to your senses and grab it, stopping him in his tracks. He blinks at you, a little clarity coming back to his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You–you’re clearly under the influence of something, and I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want–”

“I want it.” The hand slides slowly down further. His voice grows hungrier, more desperate. “I need it.”

With the way he’s looking at you, pupils blown out and cheeks flushed, you believe him.

“Well if you really need it, I’d hate to deprive you, Captain.”

He grins, and before you know it, you’re pinned to the deck, your shirt and bra removed, Luffy’s teeth pressing insistently against your chest. He shoves his hand unceremoniously between your legs, making a small noise of satisfaction against you when you squeal. His fingers slide against your clothed clit, sending a shiver up your spine and slowly building the heat in your gut. He hums quietly, “It’s wet.” He looks up at you. “For me?”

You flush, before nodding quickly. You can’t bring yourself to look at him out of fear you’ll combust. You can see the sweat sliding down the muscles in his arms and chest, his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he pants. He looks even better than you’d ever dreamed, his eyes radiating a hunger than you never expected to be directed at you.

He quickly slides down your pants and underwear in a single motion, and in your surprise you press your thighs together, shielding yourself from him. He practically growls, “Stop that. Wanna taste.”

He pries your thighs apart, diving into you with the same enthusiasm he does everything else. His tongue laps at you with reckless abandon as he sloppily takes everything you’ll give him. His hands pull you impossibly closer, his nose brushing against your clit as his mouth explores. When you moan, he laughs against you, the rumble of it spreading across your sensitive skin and making your thighs tense around his head. You worry you’ll suffocate him, drown him, but he doesn’t seem to mind losing to you.

You can feel the tension building in your body, your legs shaking as you come closer and closer to your peak. Your hands grip the grass beneath you, one second away from ripping it out of the deck entirely. Some part of you is hyper aware of the fact you are out in the open, where anybody could see or hear, but the rest of you is lost in the pleasure of the moment, in the feeling of your Captain’s tongue against you. So you don’t try to stop your back from arching as your climax grows nearer, nor do you make any attempt to hold back your cry as you cum on your Captain’s face.

He pulls away from you, his face dripping, his pupils blown out, and his lips upturned into a dazed smile. You can’t bring yourself to look away as he slowly licks his lips, savoring every drop of you. Without a word, his mouth crashes into yours, and you can taste yourself on his lips. His hands roughly force down his pants, exposing his weeping cock to the cold air. He lets out a borderline whimper of relief against your lips, before pulling back just long enough to whisper, “Get ready.”

“Lu–ah!” He thrusts into you in one smooth stroke as his lips once again insistently press against yours, stealing your breath away. You can feel every inch of him as your body welcomes him in, clenching around his length. He moans into your mouth, the sound deep and wanton. He gives both of you little time to adjust before his hips are rocking, chasing the release he’s been so desperate for. He’s moving so quickly you’re surprised he was patient enough to even wait this long. His hands are borderline bruising on your hips, his teeth clacking against yours as your kiss grows rougher and rougher, as your dear friend and Captain pounds into you with the fervor of an animal in heat. 

You can feel his muscles tense under your fingers as you pull him tighter. His breaths grow more ragged with every moment, and as he finally pulls away from your kiss you get to see the beautiful sight of the dam breaking as Luffy finally cums. His face is filled with a mix of relief, exhaustion, and affection as he gives a final few thrusts, your own climax coming not soon after. He collapses on top of you, and the weight is more comforting than crushing, though it steals your breath away anyway.

“I was right.” His voice is sleepy and slow, and you can’t help but picture the faces of your friends as they find you stripped bare and pinned to the deck below your Captain. Sanji might have a breakdown.

“Right about what?”

“I needed you. You fixed it.” His hand comes to rest on the back of your head affectionately, and he places a comically loud smooch on your forehead.

“So you’re all cured?”

“Ye–” He hums, and you can see an idea take him as his face scrunches up and his eyes shift away. “No. I think we’ll need to do this again.”

You can’t keep the smile out of your voice as you respond. “Oh yeah? How many more times, do you think?”

“I dunno. A lot. It could take a while.”

You laugh. “You know, I think we can do this as many times as it takes.”

He lets out an overjoyed laugh. “Awesome!”

“But first we should get inside before anyone else gets back. I don’t really want them to see me like this.”

He nods, quickly scooping you up and carrying you in the direction of his cabin. Before you can say anything else, you hear the voices of your crew coming closer, and you quietly urge him to rush.

You only get a moment of relief before you hear Zoro’s confused voice.

“Whose clothes are these?”

Your panic is quickly overshadowed by Luffy’s booming laugh rumbling through his chest, spreading the same infectious joy that he always does. The embarrassment is worth it, just to hear such a wonderful sound.

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[urno1luv]

giselle coming back from practice stressed and taking it out on reader + consensual somno?😋 i luv ur writing🫶🫶

cw: not really somnophilia bc reader wakes up half way through, fingering

The clock reads 2:14 AM when Giselle finally comes home.

She’s quiet — dropping her bag by the door, running a hand through her messy hair.

You’re asleep — soft, warm breaths rising and falling beneath the covers — completely unaware of how bad her day was. Her eyes linger on you for a second.

You always look so pretty when you're sleeping — tucked up all cozy, lips slightly parted, legs curled up under the sheets like you’re waiting for her to come ruin you. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

You have no idea how badly she needs you right now.

She moves without thinking — slipping out of her clothes, the room dim and heavy with silence. The mattress dips beneath her weight as she crawls in behind you, warm hands sliding beneath your shirt, tracing slow circles along your bare waist.

You stir faintly — but you don’t wake.

Perfect.

Her fingers trail lower — down between your thighs, where you're soft and warm and already wet without even knowing she's there. She smirks against your neck.

"My pretty little baby... always ready for me, huh?"

You let out the faintest whimper in your sleep, hips twitching under her touch — and that’s when something snaps inside her. All that stress — all that frustration — it’s been building all day, weighing heavy on her chest.

But now you're here — soft and helpless in Giselle's arms — and suddenly the only thing she can think about is taking it all out on you. Her good girl.

Her little stress relief.

Her toy.

Her hand slides into your panties — two fingers slipping between your folds, teasing you slow and lazy. "You have no idea what you're about to wake up to, baby..." she whispers. You whimper softly, shifting in your sleep — but she just smirks, pressing her fingers deeper, feeling how easily you open up for her.

"So fucking wet..."

Her voice is low, rough against your ear — half praise, half punishment. "Such a needy little thing... even when you're sleeping, you're begging for me."

She loves how vulnerable you are like this — how easily she could wreck you without you even knowing.

But she wants you awake for this.

Giselle wants to see your pretty little eyes blink open — wide and confused — right before she ruins you. So she circles your clit just a little faster, fingers pressing deep — until your body jolts beneath her, a soft little gasp falling from your lips.

"There she is..." she purrs.

You blink groggily — hips twitching into her hand — but she doesn't slow down. "Shh, baby... don't fight it."

Her free hand slides up to wrap around your throat — not squeezing, just holding — keeping you exactly where she wants you. "You wanna be a good girl for me, huh?"

You're still half-asleep, mind hazy — but the way you whimper and grind against her fingers tells her everything she needs to know.

Her good girl always wants to please.

Even in your sleep.

"You don't have to do anything, baby... just lay there and take it."

Her fingers fuck into you deeper — slow, deliberate strokes — dragging against that perfect little spot that makes your thighs tremble.

"That's it..." she whispers, voice rough in your ear. "Let me use you."

You moan softly, hips rolling into her hand — but she just tightens her grip around your throat, pinning you down.

"Shh... don't make me gag you, baby."

You bite your lip, trying to keep quiet — but the way she's fucking you, slow and deep and lazy, has you melting in her arms, all soft little whimpers and shaky breaths.

"You like being used, don't you?" she growls, pressing her fingers harder against your clit.

You nod weakly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Giselle's broken little plaything.

"You belong to me, baby." Her teeth graze your jaw, breath hot against your ear.

"You're mine."

You come with a muffled little sob — legs shaking, slick coating her fingers — but she doesn't stop. Not yet.

Her fingers keep moving — slower now, teasing — dragging out every last wave of pleasure until you're squirming in her arms, overstimulated and whimpering. "You can give me another one, baby."

Her hand tightens just a little around your throat — not enough to hurt, just enough to own you.

"You don't get to sleep until I'm finished with you."

[yamysunmoon]

Cairo Sweet x Fem!Reader

(I always request masc!reader, hope that's okay!)

Cairo has a habit of sitting on R’s lap when she’s working or distracted, running her fingers through R's hair and teasingly murmuring, “You’re mine, you know.” R just leans back and smiles, letting Cairo take control of the moment.

I know these are really short prompts (?), ideas, but I hope you can add something more into them, to make a complete story! Love your writing!!

-🥧

MINE

Pairing: Cairo Sweet x fem!reader

Summary: basically what anon said + reader and Cairo are in a committed relationship, reader is 1-2 years older than Cairo (she's about 22 by now), they're spending the spring break together in Cairo's mansion (they basically live together). Reader has an online meeting and Cairo is not willing to be unattended.

Words count: 3476

Warnings: smut +18, dry humping, teasing, possessive Cairo, reader calling Cairo "little ghost"

a/n: about the "i always ask for masc!reader" note, this lovely person sent the request before I posted my rules. Now yall know :)

Also first anon nickname! :) tysm for the request and your kind comment, 🥧 ig "punchline" was also requested by you so truly thanks for your incredible ideas. Hope this one reaches u

MASTERLIST

Cairo has a way to get into you. Since you first met, she's always known how to see through you, how to make you feel loved and seen.

She's very watchful; not a single detail about you has ever slipped away. That's something that made you fall instantly for her.

She always knows what you need, even before you do.

Lazy Saturdays like this one were all you needed to recharge for the next week. Just casually having lunch with Cairo in her huge, not anymore lonely mansion that she had inherited after her parents left the town for good.

After months deliberating, you had accepted her proposal of living together, following two years of relationship.

"Have a little more" she presses, her usual confident demeanor about what you need fills her tone as she serves you more food.

She isn't that good at the kitchen, but your favourite dish has become one of her main in her already concise repertoire.

"Wow, not that much. I have a meeting in two hours, I don't wanna be overcame by drowsiness afterwards."

Your lips curl up sideways as you watch her serve you carefully, listening to your request.

She glances at you narrowing her eyes, a soft pout on her lips.

"Ugh, I had forgotten your damned online meeting..."

While Cairo is enjoying her spring break, resting from college, you're a bit older than her and have already finished your studies.

That's why you have the luck to count on an stable job that allows you to work from home. Although this aspect of your job lets you spend more time with Cairo during her break, she doesn't seem to be content.

"Why do they need a meeting so badly on a Saturday?" she huffs dramatically, "The insatiable jaws of capitalism got you trapped again."

She leans back against her chair and crosses her legs, staring at you with a glint of playful haughtiness in her eye.

There's a slowness in her every move, a strategic seduction in her deliberated gestures.

She's wearing a creamy sweater combined with a denim jacket and a skirt with vertical stripes. Her legs are divine, covered by black stockings up to her upper thighs.

You shrug, mirroring her placid posture, but without crossing your legs. Instead, you spread them ever so slightly, your hands placed on your thighs.

"I just follow orders, ma'am" you shoot back, smirking.

Her gaze drifts briefly to your inviting legs and big hands before snapping up back at your eyes. One corner of her lips curls up a little, reveiling a hidden sly smile.

She exhales through her nostrils in a mocking huff, clearly enjoying the banter.

"Oh, I figured." She quips. "You've always been quite a... Docile girl, aren't you?"

She gives you a smug smile, wiggling her eyebrows. You grin, eyelids suddenly feeling heavy as your gaze drops to her body offered to you.

You wonder if your boss really needs you to attend to that meeting, because you could use yourtime for some much more appealing activities.

She can barely contain her relish at your obvious mesmerized state. She uncrosses her legs, your eyes dragging along her slender thighs, following her every move.

Her skirt is ragged up slightly, she doesn't do anything to prevent it. Instead, she scoots her hips back, sitting straight on the chair. The fabric slides up further, revealing more delicious inches of her creamy skin.

Her calves are crammed into fitted black stockings, but you can still appreciate the details of her legs- slender and delicate, you can almost feel the smooth texture brushing against your finger pads from the thousand million times you've had her all to yourself.

She leands forward, resting her forearms on her upper thighs.

"Are you seriously relinquishing to the suffocating cuffs a job that deprives you of spending your afternoon with me?"

Her voice is soft and feminine, glinting with seducement. Her eyes sparkle with naughtiness and something deeper, more subtle, something you can't quite decipher just yet.

You interwine your fingers on your lap, your body language telling her she's not going to convince you. "You're a quite dramatic, my little ghost. It's an hour-long meeting. I'm sure you'll survive."

She narrows her eyes, maintaining your sardonic eye contact as she fully smirks, not hiding anymore how much this banter is entertaining her.

She finally shrugs, "I had to try" she murmurs, finally breaking eye contact as she stands up to clean the table.

You help her and the kitchen delves into a comfortable silence. You share faint feather-light grazes, your hands gently holding her by her waist as she scrubs a plate, then letting go of her just when she was laying back against you.

She looks at you over her shoulder, eyes narrowing again, her nose scrunching, she shakes her head a little in pretended annoyance.

You squint at her, a tiny smile on your lips as you put away a dish after drying it. Her gaze remains on you, and so you finally turn around a little and plant a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm not trying to tease you, sorry baby" you mutter, meek.

The playful glint in her eyes endures, eyelids fluttering briefly at your sweet gesture.

She would never admit it, but you always manage to melt her seemingly unfathomable cold heart.

"Oh, sure... I'm convinced you're not trying to play with me, sweetheart" she coos, suspicious.

You shake your head and roll your eyes slightly, smirking.

You truly weren't planning on tantalizing her, but her ethereal way of carrying herself always attracts you, like a helpless insect falling for the seducing flame.

You spend the next hours on the couch, she drapes her legs over your lap, keeping you warm and cozy as you massage her thighs mindlessly, both of you silent while listening to the news.

You've always enjoyed the quietness of her mansion. The distorted sound of her vintage TV, the faint smell of smoke lingering in the air, the high walls and worn-emerald paper walls covering them.

Cairo is reading a book, per usual, sprawled, and her feet fidget on your lap, rubbing subtly against your pants.

Your attention drifts between the TV and her endearing behavior. You feel like a prey being seduced by a good-looking predator, who pretends being oblivious to her own alluring game.

Her toes graze your groin, the suggestive fabric of her stockings sending a pleasant shiver through your spine.

You turn your head, finding her sweet stare peeking above the spine of her book. She wiggles her eyebrows twice, and you both giggle quietly.

Your giggle turns into a soft hiss when her touch turns a little more present, her foot sliding between your thighs. You look down.

She moves her ankle in slow circles, the sole of her foot pressing against your inner thigh as her heel grinds dangerously close to your clothed center.

You squirm, scooting back. "Cairo..." you murmur in a husky warning, glancing at her.

You find her playful stare on you, head tilted calmly, book carelessly dropped on her chest.

You gazes lock, and for a significant second you seriously consider to miss that damn call.

She notices your hesitation, her breath hitches in her throat, plump parted lips showing you her perfect teeth as she pants quietly, releasing air she didn't know she was holding.

Your fingers clutch her legs, her foot still perilously close to your crotch. You inhale deeply, gathering the courage to reject her ignoring your deepest desires, when your phone makes a notification sound.

You finally break eye contact, her gaze flying to the table where your phone is buzzling.

You glance at it, it's a Google Calendar notification. The meeting is about to start.

"I gotta go, baby" you say softly as you gently push her legs away. "I'll be in the studio."

You stand up, stretching your arms and torso. She sits up and glances at your phone, its screen is still lit up.

"Oh" her eyebrows raise, "she's gonna be there."

Her tone has a hint of annoyance and something underneath, something that's poking.

"Who?" You look down. "Oh, Lizzie. Yeah, the whole team is there."

"You call her Lizzie now?"

She looks up at you, her gaze glistening with her usual mysterious aura.

You can't quite understand the meaning behind her tone; you've never conceived Cairo as a possessive partner.

"Uhm... Yeah? She's just an acquaintance from the office."

Cairo's stare remains on you, calculated. She's scans your expression, her eyebrow arching at your specific choice of words.

She gets what you mean; Elizabeth is just a colleague from work, someone meaningless in your life. Her face lets you know she trusts you.

She just happen to despise her, and is not willing to hide it.

"Hmm... Does Elizabeth know she's just an acquintance from the office?" She purrs mockingly.

You reach down patting the top of her head in a mix of playfullness and true tenderness.

"Well, I talk about you non stop, so she should know."

She pauses, sighing in contentment at your touch and reassurance.

"Then she should stop reminding you about the meeting as an excuse to text you" she retorts.

Is in that moment when you grab the phone and see Elizabeth's message.

She has left you a rather sweet message with a couple of cute emojis, reminding you of the incoming reunion.

You glance at Cairo, your gaze earnest yet soft, in firm reassurance.

"I'll be clear with her, little ghost." You promise, then leave a kiss on her forehead and leave the living room.

"No if I let her know first, love" she mutters once you're gone.

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You're in the studio already, your boss talking as the rest of the team has the camera on and microphones muted.

You're noting down very important point she makes; pencil sliding gracefully as your messy handwriting fills the page.

The warm lighting of the spring day bathes the spacious room, and you get distracted from time to time by staring at the beautiful lighting it provides you with.

Half in the meeting, Cairo steps in the office.

"Sorry, left my cigarettes here" she whispers as she approaches. The box of cigarettes is on the table beside your laptop.

You glance at her, "It's okay, I'm muted" you whisper playfully. Your boss is still talking but now you're distracted, obviously.

She smirks and her body gets in frame as she reaches for the box. You turn off your camera.

"Babe! I could've given it to you" you scold weakly, secretly enjoying the faint pressure of her thighs against your leg and her arm brushing your face.

She glances at the screen. "They are all really here, huh? Truly perplexing" she comments, casually sitting on your lap.

You lean back, holding your hands up in mock surrender. She has this habit of sitting on your lap whenever you're busy working on your computer, but she has never done it during a meeting of this sort. "What do you think you're doing?"

She shrugs indifferently. "Getting comfortable" she claims, her voice muffled as she holds a ciggarette between her lips, "now that you've turned off the camera."

You look back at the screen, your boss has stopped talking and now your co-workers are sharing their concerns, doubts and points of view.

Before you can retort, your boss adresses you. She calls you by your surname, then asks "why have you turned off your camera? Is everything okay? I was hoping on having your input as well."

Your eyes widen and you blush slightly, Cairo is admiring your flushing state with a thin smirk, lips stretched keeping the cigarette between her lips.

You turn on the mic. "Yeah, everthing's fine... It just turned off randomly. I can't turn it on, something's off"

You blush further and shake your head slightly, uncomfortable because of telling a lie and because of using your words so poorly in front of your boss.

You can see her frown in confusion and suspicion through the screen, she seems to hesitate; everyone saw that mysterious figure before your camera went off, and many in your office know about Cairo.

However, she blinks and shakes her head slightly, becoming desinterested.

"Okay, whatever... Any suggestions on your behalf?"

You gulp, and Cairo shifts, shamelessly straddling your thigh. Her thighs press deliciously against the sides of your leg, holding you in a warm grip.

You look at her, alarmed. She just shrugs and reaches for a match.

"Yeah, actually, I have a couple of notes..." you mumble, but your eyes are on her.

Your gaze follows her every move, the crispy sound of the match lighting and the warm light of the fire lighting up her features take your breath away.

"Well?"

The hint of impatience in your boss's voice brings you back to reality. You blink and turn your head abruptly, causing Cairo's smirk to grow wider.

"Yes, sorry, I was looking for them precisely" you excuse yourself miserably, the blush in your cheeks burning your skin.

For a excruciating minute, you try to explain your thoughts on your boss's proposition as Cairo smokes quietly next to your face, ocassionally shifting her hips back and forth ever so slightly.

You can feel her warmth against your leg under that tiny skirt that's travelling higher with every swift move of hers.

You have to catch your breath several times, and eventhough your colleagues can't see you, you can defenitely witness their confused expressions as they hear your obviously awkward tone.

Nevertheless. your words are eloquent, even if rashly, and Cairo listens to you with a mix of pride and amusement in her expression.

She has always had a thing for gorgeous girls who speak their minds. It's even more impressive given the situation.

When your done, your boss nods and thanks you for your 'interesting approach, which will be most definitely taken into account', as she says.

You let out a deep sigh of relief the moment you turn off your mic and your boss's attention and everyone else's drifts to another co-worker.

"Cairo, that was unnecess-" you can't even finish your sentence before a sharp hiss interrupts your train of thoughts, her core firmly pressing against your thigh.

"Oh, you're so effortlessly teased, my love" she purrs, nuzzling her noise into your neck.

The faint smell of smoke and the heat of her breath fans your neck. Yyour eyelids flutter in bliss, much to your dismay.

You inhale profoundly, your chest rising and falling as you try to keep some composure. The voices of your colleagues are far forgotten by now.

"You're such a tease, little ghost" you groan, your hands enveloping her waist, encouraging her to keep going.

She grins, one hand holding her cigar while the other wraps around your neck. "Am I? I swear, I just saw you here, so lonely, and I was like... Yeah, that's my seat..."

You chuckle dumbly, slightly gay panicking as you stare at her mesmerized in pure veneration.

"Oh yeah? It's that so? Your seat?"

She trails off to give you a smug smile and nods slowly.

Cairo hums seductively in affirmation, "hmm-hmm, definitely." She leans in and kisses your jawline, tracing it with her soft lips.

"You're all mine."

Her voice is laced with a beguiling certainty, she sounds husky and sure of what she's saying, knowing damn well you won't disagree with her.

Cairo looks sideways at the screen, spoting Elizabeth as you squirm miserably beneath her. She darts out her tongue and drags it along your jaw, her eyes fixed on that woman before they slowly turn to you.

"See that bitch? She wished she had you, but you're mine. All mine."

You stifle a quiet whimper. The way she rocks against your thigh makes your body bounce, following her rhythm. You look briefly at your co-worker before looking away, at her, your cheeks painted with a pale pink, embarrassment remaining.

"Don't worry about her, she's—"

"Who do you belong to?

She interrupts you in that quiet dominant harsh voice of hers, the one she grants you with when she's convinced about what she's saying. Her hand around your neck slides up to grab your hair, making you lift your chin.

Her elbow is resting on her right thigh, her hand holding the cigarette. It's burning, the white smoke surrounds her face giving her some sort of fascinating aura.

She is staring at you intently, clearly expecting an answer.

You babble, your hands fidgeting restless on her sides. She smiles mischievously, and resumes with her grinding.

"Uh...You..." you mutter sheepishly.

The corners of her lips curl up slightly, pleased but still not satisfied.

"What did you say, again? I can't hear you when you speak so faintly, sweetheart" she purrs mockingly.

You whimper, a silent complain dying in your throat. The muffled voices of your teammates saying their goodbyes are a distant echo that makes the scene even more enclosed.

She glances, expectant. A layer of burnt out cigarette falls down to your pants, she wipes it away but still leaves a mark. You look down, silently hoping it'll stay.

You peek up at her, the subtly motion of your head emphasizing her grip in your hair.

"Yours. I'm yours"

You voice is breathy, but this time is firm. You hold her gaze, defiant.

Cairo tilts her head slowly, looking at you with curiosity gleaming in her eyes. She batts her eyelashes feidging innocence, and her hips roll deliciously against your thigh.

She brings the cigar to her mouth and inhales deeply, then deliberately exhales on your face, making you flinch and blink.

She chuckles darkly, "Hmm, damn right" she finally adresses your words in a pleased tone. "That's my girl."

She leaves the spent cigarette somewhere safe and turns back to you, her hand sliding to a side of your neck.

"You are in deed my beautiful girl, aren't you?" She coos, rocking her hips steadily as she nestles in your neck, inhaling deeply, then dragging her canines along your skin.

"See how well you talked, how eloquently, as I was rubbing my cunt against you? See how perfect you are, keeping your shit together when in reality all you long is to fuck me here, on this very chair?"

Her voice is like a sexy spell getting whispered in your ear, her teeth sinking into your flesh only provoke you further; your whimpers turning into whines as your hands grip her sides.

Cairo smiles against your skin, she nuzzles your jawline, you can feel her delicate nose tracing your features.

You throw your head back slightly, your fingertips curl around her curves whilst you feel her motion, you feel her warmth against your thigh through your pants.

Cairo tilts her head up slowly, she mapes your right cheekbone with her dangerous mouth.

"You're right, sweetheart. You are mine" she repeats again, an erotic mantra slipping out of her lips.

Her hand holding the side of your neck snakes up and her fingers slide into your hair, playing with it as her other hand keeps a firm grip above your nape.

Your lips are parted letting go soft pants, and she goes on whispering sweet nothings, reminding you who you belong to, who owns you; while her skillful hands handle you so tenderly and her eager hips swing, as she uses you for her pleasure.

Your hands drift to the small of her back, pulling her down harder, and she stifles a little moan when she presses herself more purposefully against you.

Her hips are bucking and her breath is ragged, hot breaths fanning your ear as she whispers,

"Neither Elizabeth nor anyone else— are going to have you. Ah— you're mine, pretty girl."

Her possessive speech is interrupted by her own stifled moans and quiet whines, and she dry humps you so firmly it makes you grab her in a way to anchor yourself.

You look over her shoulder, the screen of your laptop black, showing how you're the only one left in the online room.

The darkness allows you to admire her reflection, the way her body is moving, riding your leg.

You throw your head forward, resting your forehead on her shoulder as she keeps rubbing against you, relentless, insatisble, demanding.

"You're mine... Mine... Mine..."

The way she's cradling your hair is softer now, but her hips are jerking insistently, a sharp contrast to her also smoother voice, laced with affection and deep desire.

You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer, pulling her down too.

She grinds fiercely, panting heavily in your ear, messy kisses all over your neck.

And a lucid thought comes across your foggy mind, an epiphany keeping you grounded to this moment.

You're hers.

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[scarletemeterio]

hii, saw u wanted arcane requests. from what ive seen on tiktok, apparently jinx was able to escape after the explosion in the very last episode and survived and ran away on that blimp thing, so could u please write a jinx x fem reader where after the explosion, jinx comes to get reader and they run away together happily to another region to have a fresh start and have a quiet, peaceful life. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 pls and thank you.

A Fresh Start (Jinx x Gn!reader)

Warnings: mentions of death, use of (Y/N) once

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Fandom: Arcane

Summary: see request

Word Count: 1.6k

No set pronouns for reader

•••

You still remembered every detail, every word said, replaying the moment in your head. You'd had a fight with Jinx, nothing serious you'd thought, but when she and Ekko found you, you could see the pain in her eyes. She came running to you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean all those things I said,” she apologized, her voice breaking. “You've always been there for me, and I've been ungrateful about that.”

You hugged her tightly, with your arms surrounding her waist, hiding your face in her shoulder.

“It's okay, it doesn't matter now,” you mumbled. “Are you okay?” You asked, breaking apart and caressing her face.

She simply nodded, but you could read her like an open book, and you knew that there was something she wasn't telling you.

Before you could keep questioning her, Ekko decided to speak.

“I hate to interrupt the sweet moment and everything, but we have to hurry if we wanna survive,” he said. You gave him a confused look, slowly breaking your embrace with Jinx.

“Yeah, the world is basically about to end,” the girl said. And both she and the boy tried their best to give you all the information you needed, trying to come up with a plan.

When you were almost finished with the globe, Jinx pulled you apart for a moment, wanting to talk to you.

“I really am sorry about before," she started saying, “I just couldn't think straight at the moment and I took it out on you.”

“Hey, I said it was okay and I meant it,” you comforted her, grabbing her hand.

“I just don't want us to be on bad terms, we don't know what could happen out there,” she whispered, trying to hold back her tears.

“We're not on bad terms, okay? Don't worry about that, my love,” you answered, not wanting to think about the worst case scenario.

“Thank you for not giving up on me, (Y/N), I'm so lucky to have met you. You mean the world to me, and I love you so much.” Tears were already falling down her cheeks, making it hard to contain yours too.

“I love you, too, baby.” You pressed your foreheads together, closing your eyes to better savour the moment. “Don't worry, we're gonna be okay,” you tried to reassure her. “I'm not saying today will be easy, but we'll make it, and soon this will all be just a dark moment from the past.”

She wrapped her arms around your neck once again, not being able to control her sobs anymore. You were taken aback from the sudden action and her reaction. Her embrace was tight and almost filled with dread, almost as if she was certain something bad would happen. You decided to get those thoughts out of your head. Danger was knocking at the door, and you couldn't ignore it anymore; the moment to fight had come.

When you got to the fight scene, Vi quickly joined you, and so did Vander. Ekko took control of the globe, making it crash into the building, knocking the air out of your lungs. When you finally got back on your feet, you quickly went to help Vi and Jinx against Vander, but a hard blow at you was the last thing you remembered before losing consciousness.

You had no idea how long you were out of it. Ekko's figure was the first thing you saw when you woke up, and he helped you sit down slowly.

“Hey, easy there,” he said. “You got hit pretty badly.”

“I'm fine,” you groaned. “Where’s Jinx?” He ignored your eyes, tilting his head. “Ekko?”

He only had to look at you, and you could instantly feel the world crumble around you. Tears quickly flooded your eyes, still looking at the boy in front of you.

“Tell me it's not what I'm thinking,” you pleaded.

“She sacrificed herself to save Vi.”

You closed your eyes, letting the tears roll down your cheeks. You wanted it to be some sick joke, for her to get into the room and tell you that it wasn't true, that she was fine and you didn't have to worry about anything. But you knew her, and you knew something felt off about her in that last conversation you had. Turns out something bad did end up happening.

•••

Not many days had passed, the pain still fresh. You were lost in your thoughts, staring at the city in front of you. You were in the spot Ekko had shown you not long ago, trying to find a bit of peace in contrast to the mess in your head.

Life in Zaun was very unpredictable, which made it difficult to make long-term plans, but also made it easy to not get attached to anything nor anyone. But Jinx was the exception. You just couldn’t stop yourself from getting attached to her, and now you were suffering the consequences.

To be honest you wouldn’t really change anything, not even the pain you were feeling right now. Changing things would mean not even getting to know her, and you were grateful to have met her, to share your life with her. You were simply paying life’s price for love.

You suddenly felt a presence behind you, but you kept your gaze to the front.

“I'd really like to be alone, Ekko,” you said, assuming that the boy had come to check on you.

“I'm not Ekko.”

You froze in place. You had to be hallucinating, it had to be the only explanation. She was gone, and nothing would change that. You shook your head in disbelief, looking up at the sky.

“I'm even hearing her voice now,” you said. You could feel that presence even closer now, and you quickly grew frustrated with what you thought was your own mind. “Leave me alone!” You screamed, turning to the presence behind you and freezing once again when you finally saw her.

“Hey, it's me,” she whispered.

You quickly got up, never breaking eye contact.

“But- You- How?” It was all you could say, barely whispering, still not truly believing what you were seeing. She was right there.

“I guess being injected with crazy amounts of shimmer to keep me from dying had its perks,” she explained almost jokingly, trying to lighten up the mood. “I managed to escape the explosion.”

“But I don't understand. Why didn't you come back right away? Why let us believe you were dead?” You had a million questions in your head, and you could feel your heart beating like crazy.

“I needed everyone to believe it, to have a fresh start. Vi would never give up on me if she knew I was still alive; she'd follow me to the end of the world.”

You still kept your distance from her, it all seemed unreal. A few minutes ago you were grieving her, and now she was right in front of you, as beautiful as ever. But you felt anger inside you as well. She could've told you, she could've saved you from that horrible pain of thinking she was actually gone for good.

“You knew you were gonna fake it all along, didn't you?” You realized, thinking about that last conversation you two had. “That's why you were so emotional, so shaken and distressed.”

“Baby, I-.”

“You knew, right?” You interrupted her, voice cracking with your words.

“I did.”

You closed your eyes. You didn't really know when you'd started crying, but the tears kept falling down your face.

“You let me believe you were dead, Jinx! Dead!” You didn't even try to hide how emotionally distressed you were. You needed to let everything out. The blue-haired girl broke the distance between you two, holding you in her arms while you sobbed into her chest, quickly collapsing to the ground.

“I'm so sorry, baby. I made a mistake and I should've told you,” she said while running her hand through your hair. You could tell by her voice that she was also crying, filled with guilt. “I'm sorry, please forgive me.”

“I get why you did it,” you told her after a while. “I don't blame you for wanting peace, but you have no idea how much it hurt me to think that I'd lost you.”

She cupped your face and made eye contact with you before pressing your foreheads together. “I'm sorry,” she repeated, feeling like she could never say it enough times to express just how much she regretted not letting you know before.

“I'm just glad you're actually okay, love.” You leaned in to her touch, savouring the moment after such turmoil.

She gave you a kiss on your forehead before speaking.

“I want you to come with me,” she uttered.

“Come where?” You questioned.

“I don't know, away from here,” she replied. “I really want that fresh start, but I know that trying to live without you would be absolute hell. I've had many uncertainties in my life, but you just feel right. If there's something I'm sure of is that I love you, with every part of me.”

“I love you, too,” you told her. “And I'd also follow you to the end of the world.” You let out a hopeful smile, and so did she before cupping your face to kiss you.

Her lips against yours felt absolutely right, like it was just the way it had to be, forever and ever. You belonged together, and there was nothing you wanted more than to build a future with her, away from all the ghosts from the past. You knew it wouldn't be easy, both of you had a lot to let go of but with her by your side everything felt a bit easier, and for the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful.

•••

i absolutely loved this request, thank you anon! i'm a sucker for angst

also i'm 100% sure she's still alive

[daryldove]

cockwarming after a looong day apart 💌

Don't Hesitate

nsfw, daryl x fem!reader

cockwarming, sub daryl, daryl calls reader ma'am

this was much longer than I intended, and I couldn't resist writing needy daryl, I hope it's okay!!

Daryl had been out of Alexandria for days, so you were waiting eagerly by the door when he returned. You sink into his warm chest, pouring all the affection possible into the hug. You can't resist pulling him towards the couch, tugging off his vest as you go. He huffs, amused by your impatience. Pushing him onto the couch, you straddle his lap, leaning down to kiss him, hands holding his jaw so you can gaze down at him. His hands slide over your ass, squeezing firmly every so often. 

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too, girl.”

You slide your hands down his chest, stopping once you reach his waistband. His grip around your wrists stops you, though.

“What's the rush? We got all night.”

He's such a tease. Even after being away for so long, he could hide his desperation better than you. But you needed so badly after being apart, tonight wasn't the time for his teasing.

“Need you…”

“I know”, he rubs his thumb over the skin of your hip as he reassures you. With his gaze staying heavily on you, he lifts the hem of your shirt slowly. “Wanna see all of ya.”

You comply easily, tugging the fabric over your head and onto the floor somewhere behind you. Daryl's hands run up your sides, eyes exploring your body. Despite being together for years, he seemed in awe of you every time. 

“Like the view?” You smile down at his expression, his hands squeezing your hips in response.

“Fuckin’ beautiful.” His hands come up to squeeze your boobs, his rough hands dragging deliciously against your soft skin. You grind against him, whimpering, as his thumbs run over your sensitive nipples. A guttural groan escapes his lips at the unexpected friction, his hands fall from your chest to hold your hips still. 

“Warned ya about being patient, didn't I? Don't know if I'm gonna be able to take much of that…”

You can't even find the brain power to mock him, too distracted with the desperate aching in your cunt. His hands remain holding your hips tightly, instead he pulls your chest towards his face. He kisses along your collarbone and chest before licking and sucking at a nipple. You squirm, but don't get fair in his grasp. He grunts against your freshly bruised skin, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you against him. “You gotta stay still.” 

“More, please…”

“Fuck, you're driving me mad. Just so desperate for me, aren't ya?”

Your hands fall to Daryl's pants again, and this time he doesn't resist as you tug them down, finally freeing his hardening cock. Your gaze is hungry, primal. The ache in your gut grows as you watch precum drip down the underside of his length. 

“Ya gonna just look, or are ya going to touch?” His grip is tight around your thighs.

“Now who's the impatient one?” It's like he's asking to be punished. You finally wrap your hand around his cock, watching closely at how his breathing hitches and he lets his head fall back. Since you made sure you were ready for him before he was home, you didn't even hesitate to shift your hips over him, holding him still as you swiftly lower yourself onto his dick. Daryl practically growls, his breathing turning ragged and his grip rough.

You can't help it, you wanna see him beg. Turn into that pathetic mess you know he can become. 

“Feel how perfectly you fill me up?” You push your hips against him as flush as you can, smirking as his hands squeeze your thighs in response. “I wonder how long you can last without moving…”

Daryl grunts, “probably not long.”

“You'll last as long as I tell you too.” The sudden dominance seems to surprise him slightly, and he can't help but play into it.

“That a challenge, sweetheart?”

“That's an order.” 

He bites his lip. It's obvious he's affected, but he smirks cheekily, tempted to push your buttons more. “Yes, ma'am.”

Something stirs in you at him calling you that. And he knows it.

“Are you gonna be a patient boy and do as I say?” There's a mixture of desperation and frustration in his gaze. 

Eventually his body starts trembling with barely controlled restraint, his head resting back on the couch. He wants to move, needs to fuck you already.

“Goddammit,” he mutters, low and rough. He doesn't wanna start begging already. 

“You're doing good, keep going.” His jaw clenches at your words. 

“So bossy… ya lucky I love you.” His words make your heart swell. 

“You're so cute, I'm almost tempted to give in after that. But I wanna hear you beg me first.” Daryl's hands press into your waist tightly at that. 

“You seriously gonna make me beg?” You want him to, more than anything. Shifting your hips to entice him, you watch his face contort in pleasure. He sighs, resolve crumbling immediately. 

“Fuck, please baby, please…. I need you so bad.” You cup his jaw in your hand as you grind your hips against him, rewarding him for his submission. He starts quickly thrusting up to meet them, and soon you're both a moaning mess on the couch. He holds your body against his, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit until you're whining and clenching around him. It doesn't take long for both of you to get close. 

“Ya gonna let me cum, or do I have to beg for that too?” You grin at his sass, deciding you're too far gone to punish him for it. His lips find your neck, thumb adding pressure until you spasming and cum around him. He follows soon after, biting into your shoulder to diminish his own moans. You remain still, panting on top of him, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and head buried in your neck.         

He eventually lets you pull away, stopping last minute just to watch his cum leak out of you, as he annoyingly loves doing every time.

[kxsagi]

HIHI its totally okay if u don't wanna do this but could u write smth w the bluelock men (esp isagi🤭) with a gf who's really into driving/cars ?? if u want ofc <3 i love ur works sm u do such a good job 🫶😛 luh u stink

“𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 (𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭)”

a/n: i fear this request was meant to be because i LOVE driving and i am getting into cars more (tokyo drift did something to me when i watched it)

i hope it's okay that this is more like a street racer! reader 🌚

ft. itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei

itoshi sae

sae is too calm about it. you casually mention you’re into underground meets and he just blinks at you like, “okay. so?”

shows up to a race like it’s just another tuesday. you drift around a corner like you’re trying to erase tire marks from the earth itself and he’s like “mmm, clean execution.”

you’d think he wouldn’t care, but plot twist: he actually knows a lot about cars. he just never mentioned it because it “never came up.”

gets behind the wheel once and you realize this man drives like he’s in F1. the smoothest, most terrifyingly precise driver ever. he’d win a race and then be like, “i still prefer walking.”

100% that guy who brings snacks to a street race and just watches everything unfold like it’s your job to cause chaos. “text me when you’re done destroying their egos.”

isagi yoichi

isagi’s first thought: “wait, you’re into what?” he barely manages to get soccer right, so cars are a whole other language to him. he's confused, but also intrigued. 

"underground car meets? babe, are you sure you’re not just watching fast & furious too much?" but he gets roped into going to one with you anyway because of course he would. when you drive like a pro on the streets, he’s in pure shock. 

“woah, wait, you just... did that with your car?!” you turn into the drift queen and he’s over here clutching the seat like a terrified puppy. you finish, and he's still trying to process what just happened. “i swear i just saw my life flash before my eyes.” 

secretly, he tries to race you. and then immediately regrets it. like, the second you pull ahead, he’s just vibrating with stress, but he can’t quit. he can’t lose! spoiler: he loses. badly. 

you catch him watching car videos on his phone later, probably trying to figure out what the hell just happened in your race. "you... you're really good at this, huh?"

itoshi rin

rin’s first reaction: “wait, underground car meets? what the hell is that? sounds like the worst idea ever.” he’s all for precision and control, and this just seems like a mess. 

but, of course, he goes anyway because he’s your boyfriend, and if you’re into it, he’s going to support it. he doesn’t get the appeal, but when he sees you pull off a perfect drift, his jaw might as well hit the floor. “wait, what? how do you do that?” 

deep down, he respects your skills. “you’re insane,” he mutters, trying to act aloof but totally impressed. 

tries to drive your car once and gets way too stressed about it. “okay, nope. this is way too fast. i need a break.” while you’re cruising through corners like you’ve done this your whole life, rin’s over here barely holding it together. he's definitely not ready to race. 

every time you mention another meet, rin sighs, “i don’t know why i let you drag me into these things. but... i’ll still watch you destroy everyone.”

kaiser michael

“wait, hold on. so, you race cars and are a badass at it? no way.” kaiser’s already thinking of a million ways to turn this into his own personal highlight reel. to him, you're like the perfect mix of edgy and cool. 

when you invite him to a meet, he acts like he’s the king of the car world. but the second he sees you behind the wheel, it’s over – you’re the real star here. and he’s the one overcompensating with a flashy, dramatic entrance like “did you see me? no? let me just adjust my hair for effect.” 

after your race, he might try to act like a pro, but he’s more of a show-off who crashes than an actual racer. meanwhile, you’re out here drifting like you own the road. “yeah, i meant to do that,” he’ll say when he gets stuck in a corner. it’s a disaster. 

still tries to race you anyway, just to maintain his ego. “i’ll show you, schatz. i’m basically a professional.” spoiler: he’s not. but he does have a ton of confidence, and he’ll keep bragging about how he’s just “warming up.” 

he’s obsessed with watching you race. after losing, he’ll act all cool, but then he’s at your garage pretending to “check out your car” when really, he just wants to see you do it all again.

bachira meguru

bachira is so hyped the moment you mention underground car meets. “wait, wait. YOU race cars?! that’s so sick!” he’s honestly living for the idea of you being a car queen. you’re like a soccer star but cooler in his eyes. when you take him to a meet, he’s literally bouncing around like he’s just seen a soccer goal get scored. “this is insane! you’re insane! look at you go!” it’s all chaos and fun to him. 

then you get behind the wheel and pull off some crazy stunts. he’s watching like a dog watching its owner. “you’re like a real-life drift king, baby! that was unreal!” he’s not even trying to compete; he’s too busy being your #1 hype-man. 

he really wants to try drifting, though, and the first time you hand him the keys? expect the car to go everywhere but the right direction. “oops, that’s not what i meant to do... haha.”

after that disaster, he’ll just casually slide into your car and be like, “let’s go again. i think i’ve got it now.” spoiler: he doesn’t, but he’s having the time of his life. 

nagi seishiro

the moment he sees you drifting through a turn, his brain immediately flashes to all the nights he spent gaming. “oh. it’s just like that one racing game i played for 11 hours straight.” 

he’s leaning back in the seat, arms crossed, and casually goes, “your apex cornering is kinda cracked.” like sir. what. 

now he watches you like a spectator at an e-sports tournament. “you take the inside line there? smart.” “your throttle control’s better than mine.” “wanna try time attack later?” 

gets way too into the idea of customizing your car. “can we make it matte black? with blue LED lights? oh, and a spoiler.” 

doesn’t wanna race you, he just wants to watch you win while eating snacks in your passenger seat like this is a twitch stream. 

shidou ryusei

absolutely frothing at the mouth the moment you mention illegal street racing. “wait, you race? underground? like, tokyo drift style? BAAAABE.” 

the most chaotic hype man you will ever know. yelling out of the car window before you even hit the gas. “KILL THEM. ANNIHILATE THEM. BECOME THE DRIFT GODDESS.” 

tries to race you in his car, which is modded in the dumbest way possible – think glowing decals, anime girl wrap, the loudest exhaust in existence. 

he drives like he’s playing GTA and loses to you in record time. still gets out like he won. “nah nah nah, i let you win. wanted to see that smug look on your face.” 

wants to become your ride-or-die street king and will literally start beef with strangers at meets just to impress you. “say that to her turbo one more time, i dare you.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[casuallyanidiot]

Will we ever get a second part of farmboy? 🥺

Also, how would Daniel react to a reader who genuinely doesn't want kids? (With him or anyone, she just doesn't want to be a mother or give birth) Would he ignore what she says and force her to have it anyway?

And would he ever apologize for being such a dick to her in school? Bc from what I've read, I reckon he fells guilty to some extent?

I don't know if I'll write a second part for this honestly, but if I get a good idea for how I wanna continue it, I think it would be interesting!

Daniel is like, based on a lot of guys I knew from my school back in the south that always seemed to neg girls that they wanted, but in a specific way. There's something really insidious about someone bringing down another person in public only to pivot and try and pursue them romantically.

I honestly don't believe Danny would feel guilty about what he said in highschool. He said what he said because he didn't want people to think that his intentions were anything bad when he started getting close. Like no one would believe that he did anything bad to you because he already said publicly that you were trash. I kind of hinted at it, but it's implied that Daniel was already stalking the reader even back then (like when reader mentions he follows her in his truck).I think he only was upset that he got caught bad mouthing you because he didn't want you to think badly of him.

But yeah, he'd definitely force you to have more kids. Like, his whole thing is pressuring you into staying with the threat of being abandoned by your family, and if you come to rely on him, he'd threaten you in a similar way to make sure you stayed. Like, you've already had one, so you should give him more if you don't want to be thrown out with nowhere to go.

He's been planning this whole thing for a while, and he won't let your wants and fears prevent him from having his dream family.

[casssmalefantasy]

team usa: the series — paige bueckers x oc!

ii. looks that linger— when late nights turn into something more. something quieter. charged. the lines between teammates blur, and maybe it’s not just friendship anymore.

s: ivy’s watching more closely now. she doesn’t mean to, but paige laughs a little too hard at someone else’s joke and it stings. across the space between them, paige leans on azzi for clarity, for cover, for a way to make sense of the feelings she’s not ready to name. they’re both waiting—both wondering if the other feels it too.

w: slow burn tension, jealousy, emotional confusion, language, soft flirtation, late night thoughts, and avoidance.

word count: 2.8K

last part | part two of “looks that linger”

part one of: “looks that linger”

ivy’s pov

the weeks between training and then actual practices blurred together—long days, late nights, and everything in between.

me and paige? we found a rhythm.

sometimes i’d wake up and she’d already be up, stretching by the window in a hoodie and shorts, headphones in, mouthing the lyrics to a drake song.

i pretended not to watch her some mornings. but i did.

other times, she'd toss me a protein bar before practice without saying a word. like she already knew i skipped breakfast.

i started noticing things.

how she tugged on the drawstrings of her hoodie when she was nervous.

how her eyes flicked down to my mouth when i spoke too long.

how she'd choose the seat next to me even when there were others open.

nothing major.

just enough to drive me insane.

and for some reason, we found comfort within each other too.

there were little things that made me realize i liked being around her more than anyone else here.

sharing headphones on the bus.

ordering late night meals and snacks after practice.

laying in the dark and hearing her voice, sleepy and raw, telling me about pressure and expectations and how badly she wants to be great.

flashback. a week ago. after lights out.

we were laid out on top of the covers, legs stretched across the hotel bed, half-whispering like we were scared someone would hear us through the walls.

paige stared at the ceiling. "sometimes it feels like everyone’s already decided what i’m supposed to be.”

i turned toward her. “what do you mean?”

"like... uconn. wnba. gold medals. it’s like there’s already a plan for me that i didn’t even get to write,” she said, voice low. “don’t get me wrong—i want it. all of it. i just wish people knew how heavy it is sometimes.”

i didn’t say anything for a second.

“so uconn’s the move?” i asked softly.

she nodded. “yeah. i already committed. it’s been the goal forever.”

"that’s big.”

she glanced at me. “what about you?”

i sighed, tucking a hand under my head. “i’ve gotten offers, but… i don’t know. i wanna go somewhere that fits me. somewhere i can actually grow. i’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

she nodded. “makes sense.”

“your pressure comes from everyone else,” i said. “mine’s more... internal. i didn’t grow up with a highlight reel. i only started getting noticed this year.”

"yeah, but you belong here. you’re good. really good.”

i smiled a little at the ceiling. “thanks.”

she rolled her head toward me. “i mean it. and wherever you end up—they’re lucky to have you.”

we were quiet for a beat. just the hum of the ac and our breathing.

“i just wanna make the right choice,” i said finally.

“me too.”

and maybe we weren’t just talking about schools anymore.

end of flashback.

—

“you talk more than i thought you would,” she said one night after practice, propped up on her elbow, watching me like i was a secret she wanted to figure out.

i hesitated, eyes on the ceiling.

"i don't usually. not like this."

"why now?" she asked, voice low.

i turned toward her, only seeing her silhouette in the dark.

"maybe it's 'cause you listen like it matters."

“maybe you’re easy to talk to,” i answered, not even thinking.

she was quiet for a second before whispering, “i feel the same way..”

it was like that. easy. natural.

but too natural for me to figure out what it meant.

we kept winning scrimmages. coaches kept praising both of us. we we already 3-0 in tournament so far.

but then things started to change.

the bus rides got quieter. not in a bad way. just... different.

paige stopped sitting next to me one morning. sat with azzi instead.

it wasn't on purpose, but it happened again the next ride. and the one after.

i told myself not to care. but part of me kept waiting for her to slide into the seat next to mine again.

she never did.

and then slowly, but shortly she started spending more and more time with azzi too.

i didn’t think anything of it at first. they were both funny. been friends for years. two peas in a pod. i got it. but it started to feel like they were sharing something i wasn’t part of.

and the more i noticed, the more it started to get under my skin.

paige’s pov

i stopped sitting next to ivy one morning.

no real reason. just… got on the bus and slid into the seat beside azzi instead. thought maybe she wouldn’t notice. or maybe she would. part of me hoped she wouldn’t.

i told myself it wasn’t a big deal. but then i did it again the next ride. and the one after that. and the one after that.

not because i didn’t want to sit with her.

but because i did.

and that was the problem.

ivy was getting noticed—not just by the coaches, but by everyone. teammates, media, the girls we played against. she was locked in. sharp. funny, too. and confident in this quiet way that made me forget what to say sometimes.

and when you start forgetting what to say around someone?

yeah.

that’s when you know.

so i avoided it. leaned on azzi instead. sat with her. kept my eyes ahead. tried not to look back when i heard ivy laugh from a few seats behind.

and it worked for like… five seconds.

—

we were in the hotel lobby waiting on extra room keys when azzi leaned over. “so. we’re doing the ‘avoid the girl i like’ routine now, huh?”

i blinked. “what are you talking about?”

she raised an eyebrow. “paige.”

“what?”

“you haven’t sat next to ivy in days and don’t act like you haven’t been glancing back every time she gets on the bus.”

i stayed quiet.

“just admit it,” she grinned.

i sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “i don’t know what’s happening. i just… i like her, okay? i didn’t mean to, but it’s like—suddenly, everything she does is in slow motion and now i don’t know how to act.”

“aw,” azzi smirked. “little paige bueckers caught feelings.”

“shut the fuck up.” i say jokingly

“i told you this would happen,” she said, way too proud of herself. “she’s cool. talented. cute. literally perfect banter material for you. i called it day one.”

i rolled my eyes, but i couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my mouth.

“it’s not that simple.”

“it is, actually,” she said. “you like her. she likes you. you’re both dumb about it. classic.”

i laughed a little. “thanks for the support.”

“and we don’t know if she likes me az.” i said seriously.

“anytime. also, she definitely noticed you’ve been sitting with me instead.”

“great.”

“so… what are you gonna do about it?” azzi asks.

i looked across the lobby, just in time to see ivy glance my way and then quickly look back down at her phone.

my stomach flipped.

“…figure it out,” i mumbled.

azzi just grinned. “good plan.”

✦ ✦ ✦

a few few days later

ivy’s pov

we were all crammed into the back room of a steakhouse the coaches picked for team dinner. i picked at my fries while the rest of the team buzzed around me. paige slid into the seat across the table—next to azzi. of course. i didn’t look over, but i could hear them laughing about something. the sound hit me like a brick.

“you and paige good?” someone asked beside me.

i blinked and turned to see jordan, the freshman guard, watching me like she knew something. “what?”

“i dunno.” jordan shrugged, chewing her straw. “you guys seemed tight for a minute. now you barely talk during practice. or like, at all.”

i forced a laugh. “maybe we just spend too much time together at the hotel. got sick of each other.”

“honestly,” jordan grinned, “that tracks. paige is paige. i don’t know how anyone can be around her that long without losing it.”

i laughed again, but it was thin. i looked down at my plate, my voice quiet. “yeah.”

my stomach twisted again, same way it had in the lobby earlier that week when paige looked at me like she didn’t know me anymore.

across the table, paige leaned into azzi’s shoulder, cracking up at something, and my chest tightened. i knew it wasn’t fair—i knew that—but it still felt like something was slipping out of my hands.

maybe i should talk to paige. ask what changed. or maybe… maybe i should just wait and see if she ever came to me. either way, it sucked.

paige’s pov

i was mid-story about our coach’s tragic karaoke performance when azzi elbowed me. “you still haven’t talked to her, huh?”

i blinked. “what?”

“ivy,” azzi said. “your roommate. your crush. the girl you have been actively pining for since this team started. ring any bells?”

“you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m so correct.”

i sighed and shoved a fry in my mouth. “i don’t even know if it’s a thing. it’s probably just like… a dumb crush. it’ll pass.”

azzi looked at me like i had two heads. “right. and i’m going to the wnba next week as a center.”

i snorted. “you’d foul out in the first quarter.”

“don’t change the subject.”

i glanced across the table. ivy was laughing at something jordan said, but it didn’t reach her eyes. i’d been trying to give her space—trying to cool down whatever mess was happening inside my chest—but it only made everything worse.

“i don’t know what to say,” i muttered.

azzi raised an eyebrow. “try: ‘hey ivy, i like you and it’s driving me insane.’ see how that goes.”

“yeah, let me not do that.”

but my gaze drifted back to ivy anyway. maybe i was being stupid. maybe this whole cold-shoulder thing was more obvious than i thought. i didn’t mean to make her feel like she did something wrong—i was just scared if i let myself get closer, i’d fall too hard to get back up.

and based on how much it hurt to sit across from her like this, maybe i already had.

author’s note: so i decided to split this into two parts so it wouldn’t be super long. don’t worry tho cause both parts are out right now. but feelings are sparking???