#beauty moots

[missgeniality]

big brain ft. @taegularities

[missgeniality]

ASHIKOO YOU'RE THE CUTEST CUZ RIGHT BACK AT YOU!!! your fangirl 4 lyf bebeh 💘 tagging literally every single one of my writer moots bc how can you hold such talent and talk to grouchy old me uwu

Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?

[heynhay]

enraptured by @soadscrawl's knight kl

[fanaticsnail]

Beautiful

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Word Count: 1,400+

Synopsis: Big Mom has found her son, Charlotte Katakuri, a partner she deemed worthy enough for him to court for matrimony. While he is smitten immediately with you, he is determined to make a good impression on you by not revealing his face. Your curiosity gets the better of you.

Warnings: Katakuri x f!reader, talks of husband and wife, use of bride, massaging face, fluff, so fluffy.

Notes: wrote this half-dazed at 6:30am this morning because @gingernut1314 decided she needed the big man in her life and the brain-worm got me. Here he is, the big guy all for you, sweetheart. Art link

Tag List: @feral-artistry @i-am-vita @indydonuts @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

Being courted by the Minister of Flour was not something you had ever pictured to be highlighted on your impressive resume. When you first received an invitation from the Charlotte family to venture to Komugi island, this was not an outcome you predicted for yourself. 

Charlotte Katakuri, the second son and third child of Big Mom, was told to find a bride. His orders were received, the date of his nuptials set, and his suit picked out for such an excitable occasion. The only thing that had not been set in stone was the partner joining him at his side after their soft march down the aisle. 

Your family was titled, strong, and one of the only families Big Mom had deemed worthy enough to usher in a new generation of pirates to join in taking the Charlotte name. Katakuri had no choice but to obey his mother, apprehensively accepting the terms of an arranged marriage against his own desires to simply live to protect his siblings, nieces, and nephews. While this was out of his control, what he could control was how his intended bride depicted him. 

He could continue to shield his face from you. His rationale was as such, “If they never view my face, they would never have reason to fear me.” And so he did as such, hiding his face beneath the fur shroud from the moment he met you, and every courtship session soon thereafter. As he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he was immediately smitten. Taken by your appearance alone, and your willingness to sign your name beside his on the registry to set your intentions to wed in stone, he could never be more proud to have a partner such as you. 

As his trust in you began to build, he slowly allowed you into his heart, and shared his burdens with you as Minister of Flour. He confided in you, relishing in your company as he openly courted you under the watchful chaperone of his younger sister, Charlotte Brûlée. 

One such occasion, he laid out a blanket for you and drew out a large wicker basket from behind his back. He presented you with an assortment of baked sweets and pastries with a soft blush dusting his cheeks beneath the fur shroud. While you accepted the treats with gratitude, you instead placed it beside you and knelt on the blanket, tapping your lap and asking him to lay on his back. 

“Tell me about your day, intended. I want to know every detail,” you smiled mischievously up at him. He cautiously stole a look at Brûlée, who emphatically ushered him to do as he was told with flailing hands. 

Lowering himself onto the mat beside you, he awkwardly shifted himself to attempt to do as you asked. Rolling your eyes, you reach your hands up to his shoulder and gently guide his larger form to lay his head in your lap. His entire head was the size of both of your thighs together, but you had no qualms or complaints about it. 

“Come on, I don't bite,” you reassured him with a soft laugh, “Let me hear about your journeys abroad. Tell me anything that you want, you have my complete attention.” He was a giant, but so incredibly gentle and sweet to those he deemed as family. 

Coaxing his head onto your lap, he immediately drew his hand up to his mask and secured it over his lips to keep his mouth and teeth hidden from your sight. You chose to ignore this, drawing your fingers up and settled him atop your thighs as he slowly, quietly spoke about his life to you. 

While Charlotte Katakuri was immediately taken by you in the registry office with your family and his, you were horrified by the sight that was met with you. You had heard stories about some of the Charlotte's being of unusual size and stature, but you had no idea exactly how tall your intended was. His form was almost three times your size, his intimidating appearance did nothing to stifle your nerves. 

Believing to have masked your concerns at the nuptuals well enough to be believable, your nerves all but melted away the moment his soft, soothing voice checked in with you afterwards. Charlotte Katakuri was a sweetheart, a 504cm tall sweetheart with such softness within his hardened exterior. 

Reclining his head on your lap, you rubbed at his plum-colored hair as he spoke about adventures away from Komugi. His hand gestures out in a flurry in front of his chest, pointing to the sky as he speaks so eloquently to you. Although he does not yet trust you enough for you to reveal his face, your curiosity begins to gnaw at the seams. 

You start to lower his inhibitions by massaging his scalp, scruff of his neck and forehead. His hair pricks your skin as your skillful touch chips away at his woes and worries. His voice quietens further as he closes his eyes as your hands firmly press against his forehead. You needed to see your soon to be husband’s face, you desperately craved to know what was going on beneath the furs. 

As he leans into your touch, he seemingly forgets about the shroud over his mouth hiding his sharpened teeth from you. He is in bliss beneath your hands, and he slips away into a world carved by your palms and fingertips. Your hands dip deeper, lower into his cheeks, your digits feeling his muscles relax their tension beneath your fingers. 

Smiling to yourself softly as he gasps at such sweetness befalling from you to him, he parts his lips gently. He arches his head further into your lap, the shroud finally lowering and revealing his sharp teeth and unnaturally widened mouth. His jaw falls slack as his brow becomes relaxed. 

You crave to coo at his vulnerability, truly enjoying empathetically how much he allowed himself to relax into your soft touch. This hardened general, this pirate minister, this older brother to so many siblings in the Charlotte family, was as malleable as rice flour mochi beneath your skilled digits. You took in his appearance, almost relieved at feeling the twin slits up his lips as you looked down at him with nothing but pure adoration. 

You were immediately in love with what you saw, your heart beating heavily against your ribcage as a warm flush rose to your cheeks. You loved him, all of him.

Brushing your hands over his cheeks, you silently and slowly commit his face to memory like reading a marble carving with a simple touch. He is gorgeous, and you remember to tell him so when he snaps out of his tranquility and looks at you with accusing eyes the moment he realized you slipped the shroud over his chin. 

“What are you doing?” he growls quietly, “Why did you do that? I don't want you to fear me-...” A soft gasp flees from your lips as you take him completely in. His lips split up his cheeks in an unnatural slit through symmetrical scars, his sharp fangs extend up on his lower jaw and over his lips. 

Although he feels slightly betrayed at the way you managed to easily reveal his face, his betrayal is eclipsed by shock and awe when he meets your eyes. 

“I-I just…” you trail off, your body cowering away in response to his anger, but your eyes still depict the emotion you so desperately desired to show him, “...-I just wanted to know. I wanted to see.” Charlotte Brûlée watched the interaction with interest, her own shock evident on her face. 

She witnessed the entire interaction with your hands on his face, almost calling out to warn her brother his face was going to be revealed, but quietly hoping you would fall in love with him further. She knew you loved him, knew you wanted to see him, and trusted you enough with her older brother that she knew you would love him more the moment his fangs and scars were brought into the light.

He was expecting fear, disgust, anguish and anger to be met in your curious gaze. But all you held in those calm and half-lidded orbs was pure trust, love, and pure adoration. His shock was adamant as he nervously floated his eyes between your gaze. His thumb and index finger circled around your much smaller hand, hovering it over his cheek as you felt your heart soar at the vulnerability.

“And now that you have?” his whisper came out more like a gasp, his voice breathy and craved to hear you say you weren’t afraid. He needed to know you did not fear his appearance, his wordless prayers spoken within his mind’s eye the longer your gaze soaked in his sight. 

You placed your unoccupied hand on his cheek, leaning in closer to his face and your lips curling into a soft, innocent and intimate smile. Caressing his cheek, you cocked your head to the side and finally uttered a single word he truly did not ever think he would hear. 

“Beautiful.”

[diamonddaze01]

tarararara my love! for your drabble game i wanna do prompt no. 6 but with a twist-

Do you like me? Check yes or yes

the ball is in your court now bub!

do you like me?

pairing: wonwoo x reader, law school au | wc: 944 prompt: "Do you like me? check yes or yes" | warnings: none a/n: dedicated to both @svtiddiess and @tusswrites bc the greatest minds think alike

The library was quieter than usual, the usual hum of stressed-out law students replaced by the rhythmic scratching of pens and flipping of pages. You and Jeon Wonwoo had somehow claimed a table near the window—a rare truce in the ongoing cold war of your academic rivalry.

You weren’t entirely sure how it started. Maybe it was the time he answered a question in Contracts class before you could, perfectly articulating the rule of consideration in a way that had the professor beaming. Or maybe it was the time you aced your Civil Procedure exam, and he shot you that unreadable glance as he exited the lecture hall, his graded paper tucked discreetly under his arm. Somewhere along the line, though, it became a thing: Jeon Wonwoo vs. You.

You were loud, unabashed, and utterly relentless in debates. Wonwoo? Quiet, methodical, and terrifyingly sharp. It was as though the universe had handpicked you to be polar opposites, with one mutual goal: finishing top of the class.

It wasn’t just about ego—though you’d never admit how much satisfaction you felt when you won. For you, being at the top meant proving that your voice mattered, that you could command a room even in the cutthroat world of law. For him, you suspected it was different. Wonwoo worked with a quiet precision that seemed to come from something deeper, something you couldn’t quite place. He was impossible to read, and maybe that’s what frustrated you the most.

The rivalry only grew fiercer with time: whispered debates in the hallway after class, stolen glances at each other’s grades, the occasional sarcastic jab when you passed in the library. It had become a fixture of your law school experience.

So why were you here, sitting across from him in the library? That was another story.

It started two weeks ago, when the Professor of Legal Ethics—who clearly took pleasure in student suffering—had paired you two for a moot court assignment. The project was simple: argue a mock case against each other, with grades determined by individual performance.

You’d scoffed at the announcement. “Of course,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

He’d glanced at you, an amused glint in his eyes. “Don’t sound too excited.”

The idea of working with him—of watching him meticulously dismantle your arguments before you even had a chance to deliver them—should have been unbearable. But instead, you’d found yourself suggesting, “We should prep together. You know, scope out the competition.”

Wonwoo had hesitated, his lips twitching in what might have been amusement. “You’re offering to help me beat you?”

“Who said I’m helping you?” you’d shot back, grinning. “I just want to see if you’re as good as everyone says.”

Now here you were, begrudging study partners, buried under stacks of legal texts and sharing a tense but surprisingly comfortable silence. Except you couldn’t focus. Not because of the assignment—your case brief was flawless—but because of him.

Wonwoo, with his quiet determination, his maddening focus, and his infuriating ability to make your heart race with just a glance. You didn’t know when it started—when the rivalry began to feel less like competition and more like curiosity. When his sharp intelligence stopped annoying you and started fascinating you instead.

Maybe it was last week, when he had stayed late after your prep session, walking with you to the parking lot under the glow of the streetlights. The conversation had been light, easy—unexpectedly so. You’d caught him smiling, not his usual smirk but something softer, almost shy. It had lingered with you far longer than it should have.

Or maybe it was the other day, when you’d caught him lost in thought, glasses slipping down his nose as he scribbled something in the margins of his notebook. He had looked up at you then, catching you staring, and raised an eyebrow in question. You had blurted something incoherent about “legal precedents” before burying your face in your notes, your cheeks burning.

You were doomed.

Tonight wasn’t any better. He was scribbling furiously in his textbook, his pen tapping softly against the edge of the page. You should have been working on your counterarguments, but instead, you were folding a piece of notebook paper into an origami crane.

After a few moments, you slid the crane across the table to him. Wonwoo didn’t look up at first, too engrossed in his notes, but when the crane nudged his hand, he paused. His sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you gave him your best innocent smile.

He carefully unfolded the crane. Inside, in your bold handwriting, were the words: “Do you like me? Check yes or yes.” Below, you’d drawn two boxes, both labeled “yes,” along with a winking face for good measure.

Wonwoo blinked at the note, his expression unreadable. But then, his ears turned a shade of red so deep you could practically hear your heart screaming.

You stared, waiting, your pulse thundering in your ears. And then, to your surprise, he smirked.

Pulling out his pen, he checked one of the boxes. Then, with deliberate care, he tore off the bottom half of the paper, scribbled something, and slid it back to you.

You unfolded it, your chest tight with anticipation. Written in his small, neat handwriting was: “Can you quiet down now? I’m trying to focus.” Below it, he’d drawn a tiny, lopsided heart.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re impossible,” you murmured.

Wonwoo didn’t respond, but the pink flush creeping up his neck and the faint twitch of his lips told you everything you needed to know.

Somehow, the rivalry didn’t feel like a competition anymore.

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[missgeniality]

LMFAOOOOO i think we went through all of these phases just in the past week 😭😭

[mrmeepsmadmind]

bee's protective nature over anyone persists even as a ghost & i think he sometimes forgets or doesn't care that only star can see him (sadly no touch tho) & will start shouting & angrily try standing between people who are mad at starscream even tho he can't be seen, he just wants to try & help anyways bcs STOP IT >:(!! BE NICE !!!! cried the ghost no one can hear or see except for the poor guy getting yelled at & trying to overhear the conversation over bee's frantic rebuttals while trying to discreetly let bee know it's ok while ALSO trying not to look Insane .

continued attempt at a 4am drawn doodle comic below

i might draw detailed later but yeah i just wanted to give yall this headcanon bcs i love starbee so much... the nagging wives finally finding their true loves... another nagging wife.

' you .. do know only i can hear and see you, unfortunately, right? or are you starting to go loopy, because i don't need another insane figure haunting me. I have enough already, as you can try and fail to imagine, little bee . '

' trust me, im Well aware .. of everything you just said . .. but i just. i couldn't just Stand there and do Nothing while someone talked to you like You were Nothing . that's not the autobot way. that's not- my way . '

' . . . '

[purplelupins]

hello hi my hand slipped and i sketched a couple of lovely unrelated scenes from Lamb i hope that's okay have a nice day 👀👀👀

The. Way. I SCREAMED!!!

I’m

I’m at a loss for words. My heart is all fluttery and I’m pink and jumping. Omgomgomg EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS. JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH AHHHHHH!!!!!

I’m in love. Perfect. They’re perfect. Everything I imagined in my brain right there. Wow. PAUL??? YOU DID HIM SO WELL??? The look on his face oh I’m getting worked up.

Wow. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.

-Nora

[daffodil-delights]

Are you not following my adorable, sexy, built like a brick house girlfriend @trannyprincess-ghoulie ? What are you, straight?

(Side note, she’s teasing the fucking out of me since I’m not allowed to cum until I see her Thursday 😭🥵🫠 Going to RAVAGE her)

[missgeniality]

yaLL INDI WROTE THISNFOR ME AND MY BRAIN IS NOT EVEN ALIVE AFTER THIS MONSTROSITY HOLT SHIT. this is the scoups we all DESERVE and indigo did us a favour by bringing this darling to life. Every single sentence sent chills down my body, and by the time it ended I was down BAD. Indigo you've written such a treat for me and I cannot thank you enough!!!!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛

Count for Me | c.s.c

Summary: You’re unsure what to get your boyfriend for Valentine’s. Thankfully, he has a plan, and you might just be very spent after giving him exactly what he wants. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works Word Count:  2454 words Pairings: Seungcheol x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP. Smut & Fluff Content Warnings: Smut, fluff. Seungcheol is a dom and wears a suit. Yes, that’s a warning. I’m not sure exactly what else to put, except this is just pure filth. Mentions of Seungcheol’s toned body because that’s its separate warning. Cuddling and bath time fluff. 

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, overstimulation, hard dom! Seungcheol, use of sex toys, oral (male & female receiving). Squirting, fingering, blindfolds, collars, handcuffs. Spanking? Deep throating, cum swallowing. Creampie. Slight degradation? Multiple orgasms, to the point of it being lowkey spent. Lolol. 

Authors Note: This was written for a Valentine's Day Fic Exchange for my ever-so-lovely @missgeniality. Ilysm, it's been an absolute pleasure getting to torture you with Seungcheol thirst traps and making you simp for him the way I do. Hehe. Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, as always, for beta'ing and helping me out with this fic, that too on Christmas ilysm 💕!! Thank you also to @darlingvernon for reading over this and giving me feedback. ILY and ty for thirst traps.

Cross Posted to AO3 © playmetheclassics 2023. All rights reserved.

“Seungcheol, baby, what do you want for Valentine’s Day?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's toned torso. Seungcheol smiled as he clasped his hand over yours. 

“Princess, I have everything and more. What more could I possibly want?” You sighed against his broad shoulders, humming as you thought about what to get him. Seungcheol grinned as he turned around to face you, his hands on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. His hand trailed along your spine, making you shiver, and his hand wrapped around your nape. 

“Princess, I have one present in mind, but baby, I need you to be honest in your response.” You nodded.

 “What is it?” Seungcheol’s grin grew.

“I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk. I want to cuff your wrists behind your back. I want you on your knees and a collar around your pretty little neck, one with a chain so I can pull on it, princess. Oh, and I want you to call me daddy.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Tomorrow evening, princess, be ready.”

The following evening, you had spent the last hour exfoliating, shampooing, and shaving. You wanted to be clean and soft for Seungcheol, wearing a lace bra and underwear when Seungcheol entered the room. 

Seungcheol was wearing a black suit; he smiled when he saw you. 

“Lie down, princess,” Seungcheol said, his voice low, and you nodded, lying down on the bed. Seungcheol grabbed your ankles and spread your legs apart. You felt two cold cuffs clamp around your ankles, one cuff on your foot and one around the bedpost. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Seungcheol undressing down to trousers; you drooled at seeing his naked torso. 

“Baby,” you mewled, and a sharp slap to your cunt made you buck. 

“That’s daddy to you,” Seungcheol said. His eyes were piercing, his voice making you gulp. 

“Sorry, daddy,” you apologised, making Seungcheol groan, his cock hardening at the nickname.  

“Safeword, sweet girl?” 

“Peaches.” 

“Good girl, time for daddy to have fun with you,” Seungcheol said as he pulled your arms together and cuffed them together. 

“Simple rules, princess. You do not touch me unless I tell you to. Address me as anything other than daddy, and you won’t cum. Understood?” You nodded, already feeling yourself grow wet at his words. 

Seungcheol left the room, and when he returned, he had a few things in his hands. He placed a silk blindfold on you, making you feel as if all your senses were heightened at losing your vision. You heard Seungcheol move, and you felt him sit between your spread legs. Seungcheol moved his hands up your body until they landed on your breasts, massaging and fiddling with the lace material; he pulled down the lace fabric to reveal your breasts and hardened nipples. He bent down and wrapped his plush lips around your nipple while his hand massaged the other breast. Seungcheol loved your breasts; every time you wore a tight shirt, he ended up fucking you no matter where you were; he’d find a place. 

Countless moans and sighs left your lips as Seungcheol’s ministrations had you in complete and utter bliss. You felt Seungcheol move his mouth away from your breast. When he latched on your nipple again, you felt a cold sensation as Seungcheol sucked on your nipples with an ice cube in his mouth. You tried to move to feel his mouth on your nipples further; however, the cuffs rendered that attempt useless. Seungcheol dragged the ice cube down to your stomach before throwing it away. 

Seungcheol moved his hands to your lace panties, ripping them at the crotch, groaning when he saw how wet and swollen you were. “All this for me, baby?” You nodded, “Yes, daddy. All for you.” Seungcheol smirked, hearing how desperate you were, how you practically begged; it shot straight to his painfully hard erection. 

Seungcheol ran his long fingers along your swollen cunt, each stroke parting your wet folds, making you whimper as he gently grazed your folds. “Daddy, please, more.” You breathed out, “gladly, pretty girl.” Seungcheol nodded, not that you could see.

Seungcheol moved his fingers away from your cunt and collected another ice cube. He ran the ice cube along your wet pussy, several times until he fixed it onto your swollen clit, running it in circular motions on your clit. Seungcheol kept rubbing until the ice cube melted on your cunt. 

“Daddy, please. I’m so close.” 

“you’ve been such a good girl; let me make you cum,” he hummed as he circled his fingers on your clit, making you cum, and shake. 

“Count.” 

You gulped, trying to catch your breath, “one.” 

Seungcheol pulled the blindfold off you, smiling at your fucked out state. 

“What’s your lucky number again, princess?” You glared at him. You know he didn’t forget and were fucked for picking eight as your lucky number. 

“I seem to have forgotten.” 

“Eight,” you muttered, and Seungcheol grinned. 

“Seven more orgasms, pretty girl. We’ve only just begun.” Seungcheol said, and you felt your cunt clench at his words.

Seungcheol undid the cuffs on your wrists and legs, rubbing and kissing where the cuffs sat on your skin.

Seungcheol undressed and laid down next to you, his feet at your head, and tapped your thigh, and you knew what he meant. You crawled onto him, your wet cunt on his mouth while your hands and mouth found his hardened length. Seungcheol wrapped his lips around your clit, and started to suck. You almost forgot about his erection until you felt a harsh slap on your ass. 

“Suck me off, baby girl, make daddy cum,” Seungcheol instructed, and you moaned as you took Seungcheol into your mouth. He was thick and long, and it was easy to gag on his length in this position, but you liked the feeling of choking on him. It made you delirious and turned you on even more. 

You ran your tongue along the side of his shaft, making him hiss. Another slap to your ass made you moan. 

“Don’t you fucking tease me.” You nodded and took his length in your mouth, moaning at his taste; you sucked, circled your tongue on his tip, tasting his arousal and moaning. You always thought he tasted so good. You moved your mouth down, deep-throating his length. Seungcheol bucked his hips into you. You ran your hands along until you reached his balls and started to massage them. 

You moaned around Seungcheol’s cock as he pushed his tongue inside your cunt. Your moans kept vibrating against Seungcheol’s length, making him whine and whimper. You felt him still suddenly as he spilled his release inside you. He groaned against your cunt as he came into your mouth. The vibrations of his groans pulsated against your clit, making you shake and cum onto his tongue. You kept sucking and swallowing his release; he whined in overstimulation as you kept sucking on his now over-sensitive tip. 

Seungcheol slapped your ass, making you take his cock out of your mouth and fall back next to him. 

“Did my baby enjoy daddy’s tongue?” You nodded as Seungcheol got up and started searching your drawers. He pulled out a purple dildo; it could penetrate you and stimulate your clit. 

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, “pretty girl. You remember your lucky number, right? What number are we at now? 

“Two.” 

“Good girl, I get to make you cum six more times,” Seungcheol noted, and you felt your cunt clench around nothing at his words. Seungcheol pushed the toy inside you, your back arching. He positioned the clit stimulator on yours and turned the toy on, showing you no mercy as he kept you moaning as the toy thrusts in and out of you.

“Does this toy feel better than daddy, princess?” You shook your head no. Seungcheol pulled the toy out of you, making you whine, and slapped your clit.

“Answer me.” You whimpered as you felt his fingers tracing your swollen clit. 

“No, daddy.” You breathed out. 

“With the way you’re moaning, I’d think the toy is better than I am.” 

You furiously shook your head, “nothing is better than your cock, daddy.” You thrashed about as Seungcheol kept rubbing your clit. 

“Really?” Seungcheol said, moving his fingers away from your clit, making you whine. 

“Please, daddy, please let me cum.” Seungcheol smirked.

“Oh princess, I love when you beg.” Seungcheol placed the toy back inside you and leaned down to wrap his full lips around your clit, sucking and licking the swollen nub. You started to shake as you came. Seungcheol pulled out the toy and pushed his tongue inside you. Moaning as he tasted your sweet release, you fisted your hands in his hair, tugging as he licked you out. 

You felt a sharp slap on your clit, making you buck your hips, “count,” Seungcheol demanded. 

“Three.” Seungcheol smiled, placed a kiss on your swollen cunt and moved away. 

“Off the bed and on your knees, princess,” Seungcheol instructed, and you shakily got off the bed and got onto the floor on your knees. 

“Safeword?” Seungcheol asked as he gently cupped your face in his hands. 

“Peaches.” He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Good girl.” Seungcheol grabbed a leather collar with a metal chain and placed it on your neck. He pushed a smaller, but insanely powerful vibrator inside your cunt, “you’re going to suck me off, and that vibrator is going to make you cum. This chain is just to ensure that your lovely mouth doesn’t move away from my cock, understood?” You nodded.

Seungcheol turned the vibrator to its highest setting and walked back until he sat on a chair. He motioned for you to come over. “Crawl to me, princess.” You whimpered. The vibrator was already starting to stimulate you, and crawling to him made you dizzy with lust. You crawled until you reached Seungcheol. 

You wrapped your hands around his thick length and your lips around his tip. You started by sucking the end of his cock, red and dripping in precum. You swiped your tongue against it and took him into your mouth. You felt Seungcheol yank on your chain, making you choke around his cock, and making you pull off cock.  

“Don’t you dare tease me.” 

You nodded as Seungcheol let go of the chain and wrapped your lips around his thick length, sucking and moaning as you deep throat him. You began to whimper, moaning around his cock as the vibrator kept moving inside your cunt. You stilled as you came and started to massage his balls, anything to ensure that your orgasm didn’t entirely consume you. 

“Did you cum, princess?” Seungcheol asked, his voice low and staring at you with half-lidded eyes; you pulled your mouth off his dick just to answer him for a second. 

“Yes.” 

Seungcheol nodded, “how many does that make?” he asked with a smirk., 

“Four.” 

Seungcheol nodded, “get up,” you did as he asked. Seungcheol stood up and pulled the collar off you; he placed soft kisses on the tender skin, making you smile. Seungcheol reached down to pull out the vibrator; he brought the metal device to your lips. 

“Open. Taste yourself, princess.”

You opened your mouth and licked the toy until you had cleaned it. Seungcheol groaned at the sight, “fucking hell.” Seungcheol pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you. He lifted your legs onto his broad shoulders and pushed himself inside you. 

“Fucking hell.” You wailed. You were so incredibly sensitive, and his length inside of you felt too much and too good simultaneously as he started to thrust. 

“Fucking hell, baby, you are so fucking tight.” Seungcheol moved his hand down to your clit, and rubbed as he pounded into you. 

“Daddy, please, I can’t.” Seungcheol slapped your clit before resuming his thrusts.

“You picked eight as your lucky number. Don’t complain.” You moaned as he kept fucking you. You felt something snap inside you, thrashing about until you came around his cock, clenching. Seungcheol continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he came inside you. 

“Number, princess?” 

You felt tears of pleasure running down your face, “five.” 

Seungcheol smiled, “you’ve been so good for daddy, baby.” You whimpered and moaned; you were a mess. 

Seungcheol pulled out gently. He moved down your body and to your cunt. Seungcheol pushed his tongue inside you and licked you until he had cleaned his release out of you, making you cum again. 

“Number?” 

As your eyes rolled back in pleasure, you sighed, “six.” You tried to pull away from his grip, but his arm wrapped around your thighs, making it impossible for you to do so. Seungcheol kept licking your swollen and felt folds, his lips massaging your throbbing cunt. He kept licking until you came again. You felt a harsh slap on your clit, making you curl up and whimper. 

“Daddy, I can’t.” You whimpered again as you felt your seventh orgasm consume you entirely. 

Seungcheol gently held your face. “Hey, hey. Are you okay? I can stop.” 

Your heart swelled at his concern. “We’re at seven, daddy. Just one more, please fuck me, daddy.” You whispered, and Seungcheol felt his cock harden at your tone. Your heart melted at his concern. Seungcheol flipped you onto your hands and knees and pushed his cock inside you; you fell forward as he did so. Seungcheol caught you and held you up as your legs gave way. 

You were tight, and his length would split you in half at this rate. Seungcheol pounded into you; there was no rhyme or rhythm to his movements; he wanted you to cum. You suddenly wailed as your legs gave way, and you squirted hard, pushing his cock out of you. You shuddered and shook at the orgasm that consumed you. Seungcheol smirked. 

“Princess, you squirted for daddy, good girl.” You nodded, not knowing what you agreed to; you were fucked out. “On your knees, princess.” You tried to protest but shakily got on your knees as Seungcheol started stroking himself. 

“Open, swallow daddy’s cum.” You nodded, and Seungcheol stroked and pushed his cock into your mouth, his grip tightening on your hair as he came to your mouth. His warmth coating your throat. Seungcheol gently pulled out of your mouth.

You whimpered and nodded as you fell back on the bed. Seungcheol smiled at you and went to the bathroom. Moments later, he carried you to the bathroom and gently placed you into the tub. Seungcheol got in behind you and pulled him in for a kiss. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

Seungcheol smiled at you. “God, I’m so fucking glad that your lucky number is eight.”

[missgeniality]

Siyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!

Hoe are you doing???!?!!????

I just reread the strip lawyer and omggg your mind!!!!!!! Lemme kisss OMGGGGGGGG LIKE HOW CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING SO DELICIOUS I CAN DIEE REREADING TAHT FOREVER!!!!!!!!!

On that note can you give me a peak , or perhaps just warning tags, of any of your wips with other sexy ass smut please?????? I just want to know what you're thinking next cause ksurjekssllsworbkeslslslsllslsls every time i read your fics my brain is like omg what was she thinking 🧐😯🧐

Thank you and i really hope you have a blessed day today for making me so giiddy this early in the morning.

P.s. pls tell me where you read manga and watch anime and some spicy and sweet recommendations please.

I love comedy and I have never watched anime. I don't like action though. Just something lighthearted (and a bit raunchy if possible) to keep me entertained hehe.

AAAAHHHHH IVVYYY I can't believe you could reread a fic of mine and still find it enjoyable, that is the biggest compliment, thank you so muuuccchhhh 🥺🥺🥺🥺 <3

WIP... I have only two at the moment... one is stigma... that has been going on for 2 years now (insert a pic of mine completely ashamed of myself) - that doesn't really have much smut, and there is more of a plot in that. Hence, the porn monster in me is having difficulty finishing it ehehehe 🐥 another one is a part of keynote! i have some ideas, im still thinking it through, but THAT will be smut galoorreeee! i want them to try new things, i want hoseok to push his own boundaries along with yn's, so that will be fun to write :3 I'm so happy you're looking forward to them, I will drop snippets when I get time to write them eheheh <3 Thank you so much for making my weekend with your kind wordsss 💓

So manga, I usually use https://mangatoto.net/, I find most of the ones I read over there. Anime I usually just go to Netflix and watch whatever is there, but you can also use gogoanime to watch whatever you want!

Comedy and raunchy... I will drop the manga's I've read recently, they should fit your taste ehehehe they're mostly erotica + cute romcom!

DISCLAIMER: A lot of manga get discontinued often, so I can't guarantee these are all completed!

Oshiete Kudasai Fujishima-san - this is GOOD. Consent is great, the male lead is hot, the sex is actually really good and not the same scene repeated 50 times! But... the female lead... this one comment sums it up:

(Rio being the female lead) But I still recommend it!

2. Hapi Mari - This one is really nice! I like the character dynamics, it is not super explicit but the characters are sketched out pretty well. Slightly dumber female lead, but its not as bad as the previous one!

3. Osananajimi Bartender to Hajimeru Kaikan Lesson - short I think, the art style is not to my liking. But the characters are so nice, and the side characters are sweet! And they have this 'cocktail language' that is very cutely used hehe, good read! And CONSENT!!!

4. Tada no Renai nanka de Kikkonai: Kojirase Joushi to Fetish na Buka (We Can't Do Just Plain Love: She's Got a Fetish, Her Boss Has Low Self-Esteem) - The title is pretty funny lmaoooo and I love this manga the most of them all!! This female lead is TO DIE FOR. The concept of this manga is really fun, so this is honestly such a hidden gem. I highly recommend this.

5. Talk To Me - this is actually a manhwa, so the art style takes some time to get used to. Also a little slow, not much happens each chapter, but its a very cute light-hearted read, smexy smexy though! The 2 couples are written very well, so I am currently enjoying this quite a bit ehehe

As for anime, my recommendation of Kaichou Wa Maid Sama still stands!! It's a good anime, and the manga left me in tears <3 Other than that, here are some of my favs that fit your taste (none of these are erotica like the mangas, but they're still very funny):

The Disastrous Life Of Saiki Kusuo (deadpan humour, love it)

Gintama (this is my fav anime of all time, but it has fighting in it as well)

Great Teacher Onizuka

The Way of the Househusband

Ouran High School Host Club (!!!)

Food Wars (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Monthly Girls' Nozaki Kun (so so cute and funny)

Haven't you heard? I'm Sakamoto

Wotakoi (extremely cute and very light hearted, office romance)

Kaguya-sama: Love Is War (!!!!!)

*deep breath* That is all from me LOOLLL I'm sorry I laid out a huge ass list but I was too excited to talk about my recs. I hope you enjoy them, please tell me what you think of them once you read/watch them!! Thank you once again for sending me this sweet ask <3

[greenbirdtrash]

obligatory "i miss my beautiful swedish lesbian" hours

[missgeniality]

oh my god this entire teaser is so engaging! the dialogues flow so well, and im like hungrily gobbling each and every line up. there's so much tension between the two,

“I thought you’re stuck all the time.” “Stuck?” “In… someone.”

i SNORTED so hard LMAOOOOOOO 😭😭😭 but then you swerve into sadness, and then the line

That he will hurt you, stomp on you, burn you alive.

HURTS bro. hurts. im like super excited for this fic because you said it was a challenge to write, and we all know how well you do with challenges (cough LMB cough). EVERYONE MARK YOUR CALENDERS CANCEL YOUR DATES COMPLETE YOUR ASSIGNMENTS WE HAVE WORK TO DOOOOOO! please go show this fic all the love!! <3

candles & flames (teaser) | jjk (m)

Summary: He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

➳ pairing:Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: so! they’re both royalty/high in society (gd should’ve called this ‘royals’), fuckboy jk, banter, bickering, hints of fake dating but not really, angst :D, the ending.., jk can be pretty mean, crying, guilt, explicit sexual content: carriage shenanigans, sexual tension, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), dirty talk, angry foreplay, they’re hiding <3 more when the full fic drops! ➳ wc: 1.3k for the teaser !! (around 15k for the full thing!) ➳ a/n: as i always say, y’all did this… so. thank you for that LMAO. i’ve never written such a trope/genre, so this took quite a bit of brainpower – hope you end up liking it 🤍  ➳ posting next weekend!

TAGLIST | MASTERLIST

“They seem to have quite an opinion about me.”

His pupils briefly move to where you assume his cousins must be standing, though you can see at least one of them dancing not far from you.

Keep reading

[delphi-ess]

My gift to you ☺️

[fanaticsnail]

Snail’s Fic Rec List

Masterlist Here

Hi everyone! I haven't done one of these before, but I thought I should! I love these fics, and find myself revisiting them often because I adore them. 

I add to them as I go

One-Shots:

Did I Miss It? by @writingmysanity.

Roronoa Zoro

Themes: birthday, drinking, fluffy, soft Zoro

Not A Chance by @willowbelle.

Themes: NSFW, jealousy, flirting, possessive!Zoro x afab!reader. 

Guilded by @eelnoise.

Themes: NSFW, drinking, smug!Zoro x afab!reader

Blackleg Sanji

Parted Lips by @turtletaubwrites.

Themes: eating disorder, soft Sanji, understanding Sanji, sweet domesticity. 

Confidence by @gingernut1314.

Themes: NSFW, age gap (older reader), confident!afab!reader, small angst, alcohol use

Koby

Safehouse by @discordantwritings.

Themes: NSFW, subordinate!afab!reader x captain!Koby, unrequited love - requited love, one bed trope. 

Dracule Mihawk 

Fixing What Ifs by @sordidmusings.

Themes: old friends, friends to lovers, soft Mihawk, kissing, flashbacks. 

A Dark and Stormy Night by @thus-spoke-lo.

Themes: suggestive, flirty Mihawk, rain, gothic castle 

The Hat Stays On by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, desperate!Mihawk x afab!reader, pure smut 

Let Go and Grip Me Tighter by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, Mihawk’s strength, sub!afab!reader, Dom!Mihawk

Buggy

Switching up Roles: part 1 & part 2 by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, sub!Buggy x Dom!afab!reader, relief, comfort 

Donquixote Rosinante

The Things That Go Unheard by @indydonuts.

Themes: white day, Valentine's Day, mutual pining, date day

Masochism Tango by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: NSFW, afab!reader, the love of corazon, intensity.

More Than Enough by @standfucker

Themes: NSFW, soft-dom!Corazon x afab!reader, established relationship

Benn Beckman 

Two Days by @jintaka-hane.

Themes: existing relationship, longing, kissing, flashbacks, suggestive themes, pretty. 

Unspoken Affections by @icy-spicy.

Themes: idiots in love, refusing to label it, mutual pining. 

Together by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: dad!Beckman x mom!reader, they're parents to the Red-Hair crew, pure fluff, pining, longing. 

Distractions by @discordantwritings.

Themes: NSFW, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, afab!reader

Give (in) & Take (me) by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, flirting, drinking, pining, longing, Dom!Beckman X brat!afab!reader 

Eustass Kid

Cherry Girl part 1, part 2, part 3 by @macbethsymphony

Themes: NSFW, drinking, flirting, longing, amazing descriptions, overstimulation, Dom!Kid X f!reader.

Heat

Shared Smiles by @a-killer-obsession

Themes: NSFW, mutilation, cathartic crying, missing limb, injury, hurt, comfort, one bed trope.

Multiples x reader:

Rotation by @standfucker

Themes: NSFW afab!reader, Eustass Kid, Massacre Soldier Killer, Heat, Wire, drug use, acts of revenge, slaughter, brutality, flirtatious dialogue

Series: 

Songbird by @gingernut1314.

Themes: buggy x f!reader, enemies to lovers, strawhat!reader, singer!reader, NSFW.

The Heartless Giant by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: Sir Crocodile x gn!reader, prisoner!crocodile x royal!reader, villain!crocodile, storyteller au

The Luck Child by @gingernut1314.

Themes: Buggy x f!reader, storyteller au, fairytale au, buggy is lucky, fantasy themes.

We’ve All Got Needs by @turtletaubwrites.

Themes: Zoro x afab!reader x Sanji x Robin, NSFW, strawhat!afab!reader.

Pain Management by @thus-spoke-lo

Themes: doctor!Law x afab!reader, medical impairment, semi-malpractice, NSFW

Masterlist Recommendations

DiscordantWritings

WillowBelle

EelNoise

Gingernut1314 

Thus-spoke-lo 

[diamonddaze01]

69. "You know my name?" + chan omg im begging u or ill beat u to it and write it (lol stares at all my wips 💀)

call me by my name

Pairing: lc x f!reader | wc: 971 words prompt: "You know my name?" au: university au! | warnings: none a/n: HANEULLLLL thank u for the ask this was so cute and fun to write i hope you love it <33333

The lecture hall buzzed with the usual pre-class noise—pens tapping against desks, chairs creaking as students settled in, snippets of conversation floating from every direction. The air carried a faint hum of fluorescent lights, blending into the background chaos. You sat at your usual spot in the front row, pen poised and ready, eyes skimming the lecture notes you’d pulled up on your laptop.

Behind you, it was less preparation and more pandemonium.

“Seungkwan, what the fuck! Stop throwing shit at me!”

You didn’t have to look to know it was Soonyoung. His voice carried, loud and incredulous as always.

“That’s not throwing—it’s called handing,” Seungkwan shot back, his words dripping with mock seriousness. “Get some spatial awareness, idiot.”

The sound of a paper airplane slicing through the air followed, landing somewhere near your seat. You glanced down briefly at the crumpled attempt at aerodynamics before looking back at your notes.

“Is that supposed to be a plane or modern art?” another voice chimed in—Chan this time, laughter in his tone.

Turning your head slightly, you caught sight of the trio in their usual seats toward the back. Soonyoung had crossed his arms, glaring at the offending paper in Chan’s hand. Seungkwan was smirking triumphantly, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head.

“Give it here,” Chan said, snatching the airplane and inspecting it with exaggerated care. “Yeah, no. This isn’t a plane. This is, like… a bird that forgot how to fly.”

The paper flew again—this time courtesy of Chan—and barely made it past the second row before nose-diving onto the floor. The resulting laughter spread like wildfire across the room, even prompting a raised eyebrow from Professor Lee, who was just arriving.

“If the three of you could channel even half this energy into engineering,” the professor said, setting down his coffee with a thud, “you might actually pass this class.”

A round of chuckles rippled through the room as Chan held up his hands in mock surrender. “We’ll consider it!”

You shook your head, letting the familiar chaos wash over you. It had been like this all semester—Chan, Seungkwan, and Soonyoung acting as the unofficial class entertainment. Their antics had a way of filling the space, loud enough to distract but not enough to pull you from your work.

Professor Lee called the class to order, his voice steady as he launched into announcements. You settled in, fingers flying over your keyboard as you took notes.

Until he dropped the bomb.

“Alright, folks, listen up,” Professor Lee announced, raising his voice over the chatter. “Big news today—it’s time to kick off your group projects.”

Groans and murmurs spread through the room like wildfire. People immediately started swiveling in their seats, calling out to friends to lock in their groups before anyone got left behind.

You stayed put, as you always did. You’d learned from experience—being the quiet one meant waiting out the storm. Once the dust settled, you’d deal with whatever scraps of a team were left.

“The project is worth thirty percent of your grade,” Professor Lee continued, adjusting his glasses. “So choose wisely.”

“Thirty percent?” someone whispered behind you.

“Yeah, that’s fucked,” another voice muttered.

You ignored them, jotting down the project details from the board. If no one picked you, you’d just work alone—it wasn’t ideal, but you’d survive. Your eyes flicked back to your laptop, but before you could even finish writing down the assignment details, a shadow fell over your desk. You blinked up, startled, only to see Chan grinning down at you, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.

“Uh, hi?” you said cautiously.

“Wanna be in a group with me and my friends?” He jerked his thumb toward Seungkwan and Soonyoung, who were mid-wrestle over a pencil in the back corner of the room.

Your pen froze mid-word. “You… know my name?”

Chan tilted his head like you’d just asked him if the sky was blue. “Uh, yeah? Considering you’re the one who ruins the curve every time… yes, I know your name.”

Oh.

“But also,” he continued, “you clearly know what you’re doing, and we’d be stupid not to team up with you.”

You blinked, your brain short-circuiting for a moment. “Okay.”

His grin widened, and he gestured for you to follow him.

By the time you reached Seungkwan and Soonyoung, they’d paused their argument and were now watching you with matching mischievous smirks.

“So,” Seungkwan said, leaning closer to Chan, “you actually got her to join us, huh?”

“Guess today’s my lucky day,” Chan muttered, side-eyeing him.

Soonyoung jabbed Seungkwan in the ribs, grinning like an idiot. “Told you he wouldn’t chicken out.”

“Shut up,” Chan hissed, his ears already pink.

But Seungkwan wasn’t done. “You didn’t have to use the whole ‘you ruin the curve’ thing. You could’ve just said, ‘Hey, I think you’re super smart and pretty, and I totally have a crush on you.’”

Chan’s eyes widened as if someone had just slapped him with a textbook. “What the fuck—”

“Or,” Soonyoung added, tapping his chin theatrically, “you could’ve been, like, ‘I sit two rows behind you every day because your hair smells like strawberries.’”

“I do not—”

Seungkwan gasped, fake-shocked. “Oh my God, you’ve smelled her hair?”

Chan groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I hate both of you.”

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing, covering your mouth as the trio dissolved into chaos.

“Don’t listen to them,” Chan said quickly, turning back to you with an apologetic look. “They’re dumbasses, but I promise we’ll actually get work done. Eventually.”

You raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “As long as no one brings paper airplanes to the final presentation.”

“See?” Soonyoung crowed. “She’s funny too. You’re screwed, Chan.”

Chan didn’t answer, but the flush creeping up his neck said more than enough.

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