#on the other hand fuck you there sits the only king i mean to bend my knee too

[lemonmaid]

A snip i need to get out of my head before bed. (Warnings pregnant reader, not proofed read, I'm so fucking tired)

Poly 141 x pregnant reader.

When you told the boys that you were pregnant, many many emotions but not one was negative towards you.

Johnny was excited, immediately thinking of names and happy that they almost have enough people for a football team (john thinks rugby would be a better sport but who is asking).

Simon who is immediately nervous due to his own family issues, he knows therapy can help with this but he'll be damn if he is ever like his father.

Kyle who is immediately thinking why it is important to know who the father is, even if he isn't the bio dad he is still gonna buy the proper hair products just in case.

John who is already crying, he is a big papa bear now and he couldn't be more happy.

Over the course of your pregnancy, the boys are literally waiting hand and foot for you.

Simon refuses to let you do anything on your own. You want to help with the nursery? No sit down and rest. You need to bend down and grab something you dropped? Nah call him even if he is at work.

John is up your ass about you doing exercises and taking your prenatal vitamins. He wakes you up at eight in the morning to do a light work out for your core muscle then makes you wind down for bed by 9 pm.

Johnny is always ready to make a snack run, even if John is against it, hell he even got back up emergency snacks in the car. Even though you all share an Alaskan king bed, reach over and shove him awake so he can do a quick errand.

Kyle is always with you when you are shopping, 100% he will agree with you on any clothing for the baby, you want the cutest expensive baby towel that is good for eczema? No problem. You think we should do cloth diapers? You're absolutely right, save nature.

When you have to get a body pillow/pregnancy pillow to support your stomach the boys are upset that they can't cuddle you without the pillow being in the way (or the little shit kicks them and it hurts you).

The boys love, LOVE it when you wear tight shirts, I mean look at that adorable bump and Jesus christ your breast have gotten so big.

Speaking of breast, Johnny is always looking at you like a kicked dog when you don't let him "help" you pump.

Please tell them when something hurts. Because these boys take everything too serious. When you started having braksion hicks, they were so paranoid. It got to a point where when you were in labor you didn't tell them untill they were 5 minutes apart. Which freaked them out, rushing you to the hospital.

The boys are 100% supportive of your birth plan, they really are.

But as soon as the contractions hit and they see your pained expression, they are immediately second guessing.

John is bluntly telling you to take the epidural.

Simon is rubbing your back telling you that there is no reward for having a natural birth.

But, you progress, practicing your breathing exercises, you've been training for this moment. You decided to bounce and roll on the yoga ball that was offered in the room, it help with the pressure.

Johnny is the one who has been trying to sneak you food, happy wife (or partner) happy life. But Kyle is nagging him how you cannot have food when you are close to labor (you're only 2 cm and it's been four hours).

Simon is encouraging you to sleep and rest, when you obviously can't Johnny is helping you recheck the diaper bag for the tenth time that night.

Kyle who is walking with you up and down the hall, purposely walking down the hall with the window where you can see the other newborns.

John who is now having panic attack, 'oh god I'm going to be a father'.

When it's finally time to start pushing, one of the nurses tries pushing out the others, thinking that John is the father. It wasn't untill your midwife told them to leave them be and that they can stay.

Simon and John who are holding your hands as you pushed, Johnny is playing with your hair to help distract you from the pain and Kyle is wiping your forehead.

When everyone hears the sharp cry that echoes in the room, the gasp is heard, when the newborn is placed on your chest, they can't help but shed a tear.

Simon and Johnny are telling you that you did an amazing job. Kyle is kissing your head, comforting your cries, John is watching the nurses every move with the newborn.

They all couldn't be more happier.

[chucktaylorupset]

I think there's something to be said for fanfiction that loves canon in a way that’s rude. Like thank you for this wonderful thematic tragedy made out of this character’s entire arc ending in death, it was emotionally and intellectually moving, but also fuck you fuck you fuck you they live, this time and every time they live, they never died, their flaws are not their undoing, actually they have no flaws, actually they save everyone, actually who cares about a story, any story, where this one dies, actually i cared about that story so much i made a new one, actually i cared so much i unmade the old one, you gave me morals and i left them for the mortal, but they’re mine now and i will never let them die, actually thank you, actually fuck you, strongly worded letter to follow

A kiss for canon and spit in its face all at once, it’s great

[glossgojo]

the starks (cregan, robb, jon) headcanons

cregan who loves to be soft with you, loves to look in your eyes and hold your hand when you’re fucking. he’ll kiss every inch of your body, tell you what he loves about you, praise you to high heavens even when his pace is making your head hit the wall. he worships you night and day.

cregan who can be mean when he needs to be, usually you’re testing him on purpose or plainly asking for him to be rougher, he’ll always prioritize your safety and make sure you know to stop him if he goes too far

cregan who treats you like royalty after, he knows he’s bigger and stronger than most men, in many ways ;) , but he’ll be at your beck and call after leaving bruises on your skin from how hard he clutched your waist to drive you down onto him when you tried running from his girth, or gripped your thighs as he kept them open till your third orgasm was running down his chin

robb who is almost always fast and rough, he rarely has time to spare so when he does get some time with you alone in his tent he’s making it quick and dirty

robb has you coming undone on his fingers first of course, bending you over the planning table and making sure you’re well prepared and dripping before he takes you. he’s rough and passionate, pulling your hair, maneuvering you to his will and of course you love it

robb who always makes sure you come first, unless you’re under the table sucking him off between meetings that is. even then he’ll try and coax you to give him a taste and prop you up on his desk as he makes you gush onto his tongue while he sits like the king he is between your legs

robb who loves you endlessly and will always listen to your desires, even if he wants nothing more than to fuck you both dumb, he’ll treasure the times he can look into your eyes and get lost in the love there

jon who always wants you, it’s his constant state of being, any sign from you that you need him he’ll jump at and give back tenfold. (the biggest service dom in the world fight with the wall). in the beginning of your relationship he would get hard from a look alone and you had to adjust to his insatiable sex drive.

jon who could eat you out for hours and would much rather drink from you than touch a drop of water ever again. who loves when you tug at his hair when he’s down on you, he’s instantly groaned into and getting firm. when you’re in pain, when you’re sad, when you’re angry, when you’re just bored, jon will want to distract you. fucking you deep and slow, fast and rough whatever you need

jon who sometimes can’t control himself, especially when he’s nearly lost his life, and he’s fucking into you and breeding you again, and again, and again until his eyes look more black than anything else and you’re crying from overstimulation. he’s lost count of how many times he’s come nevertheless how many times you have and he can’t scratch the itch that he has to have you forever.

cregan, robb, and jon who live and die by “wear whatever you want i can fight”

cregan, robb, and jon are by nature protective and possessive but they never let bleed into controlling you, they only want you to be safe and no one dares to try anything when they’re over your shoulder, intimidating any and everyone possible

cregan, robb, and jon who can smell other people on you, chalk it up to the wolf ancestry, and immediately get irritated that anyone would dare get close to you, they need you to smell like them or just yourself. it’s something primal they don’t even realize until you’re coming back smelling like rancid fruit, nothing like your usual scent or their own. they’re on you in moments, holding you close and rubbing against you like a feral wolf

oh my god i was possessed by a horny demon writing this in one fell swoop

[venomhound]

Hazbin Hotel - Lucifer Kink Headcanons

Personal kink headcanons for the ducky boy Lucifer. Not doing the more obvious/universally accepted kinks. Instead I'm writing about some of my more... niche takes.

Lucifer Lactation Kink Post now available >>HERE<<

Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader, but is AFAB for the last section; all the kinky shit obviously; discussion of Lucifer and Lilith's past relationship; self hatred and self punishment because Lucifer desperately needs therapy (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Exhibitionism/Public Sex ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

I have it imbedded in my head that Lucifer has a hardcore exhibition/public-sex kink that he tries desperately to keep under wraps. Especially now that Charlie and him are talking again.

He isnt... exactly good at hiding it however. The biggest tell is how he seems to have no shame with how horny he is for you. Lucifer will playfully smack your ass as you walk by each other or invite you to come sit on his lap in front of others. I'm not kidding when I say he has no shame.

What does catch you off guard however is how easily it is to convince the King of Hell of all people to have sex in places he is at risk of getting caught. Once you two have been dating awhile Lucifer may even start to suggest such things himself.

Its not that he wants to be seen fucking you, oh no; he wants to get caught bent in half with you fucking him senseless. He wants desperately to have his head buried between your legs, worshipping you, while your in the middle of work or even a meeting...

Lucifer will have you pinned against a wall, both of your lips desperate from teasing. Then Lucifer will just drop to his knees in front of you. You panic a bit, asking what he is doing. You both are in a hallway that anyone can walk into after all. Lucifer just smiles up at you and tells you to trust him; let him be a good boy and make you feel good.

An aspect of it is definitely a sense of self degradation/self hatred after everything that has happened to him; seeing himself as a pathetic cockslut, a whore who corrupted both of the first women. The other part is he wants to show the entire world just how good he is for you. How good he can make you feel. How much of a good boy he is for you. Only for you...

On that note...

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Humiliation ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

This might seem counterintuitive at first as the sin of Pride. But hear me out here. Like any kink, its a spectrum. For Lucifer, its not about actually disgracing the guy, no. Its about taunting him. Teasing, mocking; riling him up until he snaps and shows you just how good he can fuck.

As implied before, Lucifer is kind of a horndog when it comes to you. Especially when it comes to you. An easy way to rile him up is to start reciprocating his touches then pull back. This pairs wonderfully with his whole exhibitionism kink. True, he doesn't want to actually get caught, but he is more then willing to risk it.

Run your hand up his thigh under the table when you two are at dinner, position yourself just right so he gets an eyefull when you bend over, or start eating something a little too provocatively. Lucifer will be hard as a rock and eyefucking you immediately.

Then when Lucifer starts getting handsy, pull away. Whisper in his ear that he needs to be a good boy and wait until you get home as he whimpers in protest. Rinse and repeat.

By the time you two get home, Lucifer cant even wait until the door is closed before pouncing you. He had been waiting for so long it felt like. Now he wants to make both of you cum again and again, until neither of you can say anything but the other's name, and you never, ever, want to tease him like that again. (You always do of course.)

While Lucifer may be all about being a good boy, he can also be an absolute brat. Not even in the sexual sense, Lucifer just is snobbish without meaning to be. Like think when he first went to the Hotel and was struggling not to insult it then called Charlie's friends losers. Guy is just snooty.

This provides many wonderful opportunities to put him in his place. Quietly warn Lucifer that he needs to stop what he is doing or tone it down. Then if he continues, oohh will he regret it later. He had fair warning after all...

Later you'll have him bent over your knee, his hands bound and whole body jolting with every violent smack you give his ass. Lucifer's moans and sobs bleed into eachother as he promises not to do it again. Promises to do better.

Or you can edge him. Edge him until he is a sobbing, pleading mess. You tell him only good boys get to cum as you sit back and masturbate over his bound body. Lucifer writhes desperately begging to let him taste you, touch you, anything, as he ruts up into the empty air.

You can take pity on him. Finally letting the devil cum with you as he deliriously babbles praises and thank yous. Or. You can be the brat for once. See how far you can push him. Bringing him to the edge, over and over for hours. Every muscle in his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes glazed and unfocused, bloodshot from all the tears. You finally let him cum when you hear him mumble pleads to heaven. Lucifer resorting to begging the place and people that had forsaken him long ago in his unhinged state.

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Panty Sniffing₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

Look. We all know Luci is a pussy devourer. The man loves it and can't get enough of it. But that's been discussed to death and not why we are here.

He...isnt exactly sure when this started. Lucifer just knows that it happened at some point when Lilith and him were growing apart. Sex had become nonexistent between them; and Lucifer, not wanting to pressure or bother Lilith, started taking her used undergarments to help him fulfill his... needs.

Now that Lilith is out of the picture, Lucifer has been left with the aftermath of a mean panty sniffing kink. Oooo boy has she created a monster without realizing it.

Its the first thing on Lucifer's mind as soon as he takes an interest in someone. What kind of underwear are they wearing? What color? How long have they been wearing them? How wet are they?

This man has now been cursed with the knowledge of how well he can smell and taste the individual pussy that wore the underwear. Its like every pair has been embalmed with the essence of the person that wore it.

Lucifer doesn't like to think of himself as greedy, he will take what he can get. If that means swiping a pair of underwear from your laundry or even your room if he gets the chance, he will.

Lucifer will push the underwear into his face and inhale as deep as he can, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. God, you smell amazing. Now he is just even more desperate to taste you...

So he tries. Lucifer kitten licks at the inside, where your cunt would sit, deliriously trying to get a taste of you. Lucifer moans when he manages to get a hint of your essence. You taste even better then he imagined.

Lucifer feverishly shoves your panties into his mouth, using it as a makeshift gag. Both of his hands rush to his cock; rock hard and aching just from the small taste he got of you. No time is wasted.

Lucifer throws his head back, arching upwards, his hands almost violently working at his shaft. The normally obscene moans he would be letting out are now muffled whimpers.

Lucifer franticly sucks the fabric in his mouth, playing and swirling at it with his tongue. Pretending its actually you he is playing with, your beautiful pussy in his mouth. Lucifer's ministrations completely saturate the garment with his saliva. Rewarding him with every bit of your taste that could possibly be wringed out of the fabric.

If/when Lucifer does finally manage to bed you, he 100% nicks your panties. You might think its a trophy thing; and while that might be true in the tiniest percent, its actually because Lucifer wants them as a memento of the night with you. He wants them so he can relive that mindblowing night.

Lucifer will have the underwear wrapped around his hard-on, using it as a cocksleeve while he desperately fists his weeping member. His eyes are glazed over as his mind goes back to that night. God. He wants you. He wishes so bad you were his.

But he will take what he can get.

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AN: This was supposed to go up like almost a full week ago but TUMBLR HAD TO BREAK ALL THEIR TAGS YAY

FURTHER READING ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

There is a really nice brat!Lucifer, overstimulation, and kinda-exhibition drabble >>HERE<< by @ratskinsuit

Ooorrr if you just want to hear a bunch of dirty talk, you can go to >>THIS POST<< that has a bunch of things Lucifer might say to you during sex by @gluttonybiscuits

[v1x3n]

R E A L M E E T C U T E

꒰ PAIRING : satoru gojo x reader , suguru geto x reader

꒰ SYNOPSIS : at a party, you two accidently 'bump' into each other and luckily for you he decides he likes you! unluckily for him, you got a boyfriend, someone he knows very well...

꒰ TAGS : fluff - alcohol mention , suggestive talk, sex mention.

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"oh my god" satoru grunts, shoving his way through a god awful house party. The smell of liquor and sweat lingered in the air as he stepped over a passed out person, the girl lay on the floor, vomit beside her and satoru almost gags. "ew" his eyebrows knit together, he looks over to one of his friends, shoko. the one who invited him to this party, she knew he didn't drink but told him to be there all because satoru is popular. Just because everyone has a big crush on him doesn't mean he's gonna like this party! he thinks.

"where the fuck is suguru" shoko sighs, looking up at satoru. "i don't know, i'm not staying"

"what?" she scoffs as they rummage past a crowd of rowdy people, the group smelling like strong alcohol. he grimaces and walks past them, determined to find suguru. he needed to get out of here but the long haired man had satorus keys, for some fucking reason, "i need my keys, when i find suguru, im going"

"girl, thats so boring, just stay!" shoko grips onto satorus arm.after searching through most of the house, they couldn't get into one of the doors due to it being locked and they didn't even bother going into the bathroom due to the sound of skin slapping against one another and gasping, they eventually give up looking. shoko parts from him and he ends up outside, sitting down on the doorstep with a tired look on his face. He's left alone until he feels someone trample over him, "ouch!" he squeals, looking up and seeing this girl.

"Oh my god! i am so fucking sorry!!" you tremble, looking down at him, your hands move to your mouth as you gasp, dropping your phone on the floor. "i-i didn't see you there!" you stammer.

he looks up at you and takes in your guilty expression, your sweet sincere voice mixed with your pretty face. "hey hey! it's okay" he stands up, stretching his arms, groaning. "been a while since a pretty girl like you stepped on me" he winks, taking a step toward you. He expected maybe a flushed reaction or for you to walk sway, calling him a freak, but you did not, you just burst out laughing. your hands still over your mouth but this time wasn't out of shock, it was from pure laughter. you giggle and your eyes squeeze together, calming yourself down and you look up at the man whose eyebrows are raised, "satoru, right?"

he smirks, "the one and only!" he stands up strong, his hands moved down to his waist and he stands there like he's the king of the world, "how might you know me?"

"my boyfriends mentioned you" oh. satorus face drops, boyfriend?, "ohhh, who's your boyfriend?" satoru speaks, mumbling slightly, his eyebrows raised high, looking down at your fluttering eyelashes as you look up at him, the height difference making it hard for them two to see eye to eye so you have to bend your head back.

that's when a large man peeps up beside you, a man who satorus familiar with, the man whose smile gleamed when he sees satoru, then it grows significantly when he sees you.

"suguru! i was-"

"baby!" you squeal silently, satorus head snaps to you, your head snapping towards satoru.

So your sugurus girlfriend?

[mornwrites]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ contents - izana kurokawa , izana being mean , brat reader mention , gender-neutral reader , dom-sub dynamic if you squint , sadism-masochism mention , reader gets off on izana's boot .

: ̗̀➛ author's note - this is not a full fic, just a little something i randomly came up with and decided to post. it's not proofread and i didn't care enough to use any sort of capitalization so it's lacking that. sorry for my random disappearances. i'll catch up on my requests soon, but they are still open!

the way izana has you pinned to the floor with nothing but one of his black boots is pitiful. the cold wood of your apartment is digging into your back, eyes looking up at him as he sneers down at you. brats weren't to be tolerated and after one too many whines falling from your lips he snapped. heel digging almost painfully into your shirt-covered stomach, he leaned down, most of his weight on his other leg as to not cause you too much pain. "i don't have time for your fucking games. was patient not something you could be for one minute?" the question is more rhetorical than genuine. his phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling his attention from you and lets you go out from beneath his food like a partially squashed bug. walking away, he sits himself on the couch in your shared living room, answering the call. it doesn't take long for you to follow and when you do he's ignoring you until you've sunk to your knees between his spread legs. he mutes himself after saying a quick 'one moment', lavender eyes watching as your hands start to slide up his legs. moving one leg between your thighs, he's roughly pushing them open and shoving his boot beneath you so that it's pressing against that sensitive spot. grabbing your wrists with one hand and setting them atop one of his clothed thighs he bends down, breath tickling your face, "brats don't get what they want. prove yourself worthy of my attention and perhaps i'll allow you to have it." with that izana is releasing your wrists and sitting up, one arm draping along the back of the couch. elbow propping up as it sinks into the soft cushion he leans his head against his knuckles, unmuting himself with his free hand. continuing the conversation he had started mere seconds prior, his mouth his moving and making sound to respond to the person on the other side of the device, but his eyes are trained on you. nudging his foot a little as some sort of wordless demand that you begin, he watches as you do just that. watching you with the hint of a cruel smirk tugging up at his lips, izana doesn't touch you even as your fingers are starting to dig into the flesh of his thigh. only reacting when a whimper tumbled was elicited from the back of your throat, his eyes narrowed and his smirk vanished. he didn't need to say anything for you to understand that you weren't allowed to make any noise. the way you moved your hips had him amused, finding your desperation nothing short of entertaining. even as he could feel himself itching to hang up the phone call and shove himself down your throat he didn't do such a thing. servants were supposed to grovel at their kings feet if they wanted something, after all.

[firemenenthusiast]

kinda random what if reader was a domme and had not only Jann as a sub but FARLEIGH also and reader makes them get freaky deaky with each other while reader watches 🌚🌚🌚🌚

or Farleigh gets to fuck reader and lowkey cuck Jann watches and can’t touch them or even touch himself and has to clean up the juices afterwards.....OOOOOORRRRR vice versa, oh I just knowwwww Farleigh would be having a fit but high-key like it maybe RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I NEED TO SPREAD MY POLY READER/JANN/FARLEIGH AGENDAAAAAA

hell, to spice it up even more throw Kai in there, he's the ultra king of freaky fucks out of all of archie's characters to me so I have a feeling the whole thing would have him in freak paradise me thinks 😼😼😼

im officially combusting juniperhasfallen i fear you are a freaking genius cuz all your ideas in my inbox are nothing short of absolute deliciousness WAAARRRBBRRHRHRH. oh how i love making all of them my sub cuz they be suubbbyyyy

warnings: 18+, porn w/o plot, no protection (which is very unethical in this situation), three foursome, p in v, sub!/dom! farleigh, sub!jann, sub!/dom! kai, blowjobs, cum eating, reverse cowgirl, m! masturbation, creampie, teabagging, men whimpering, whining, crying, edging, overstimulating, ruined orgasms, cuckolding, cumshots, cuffing

a/n: well isn’t this interesting

GET THIS. we all know how farleigh is willing to fuck basically anyone. and jann, is by default the sweetest sub known to mankind. but when you brought up the idea to farleigh he secretly got excited but pretended to hate it cuz he thinks jann’s a loser. also because he’s lowkey jealous with how sweet you are with jann. farleigh ofcourse had to get his turn first with you, making jann sit in the cuck sofa in the corner, forcing jann to watch you play with his cock at the edge of the bed, his arms propped against the mattress with his thighs spread far apart. farleigh wants to be all whimpery and whining while you tease the sensitive tip of his cock but when he remembers that jann’s watching, he contains his moans cuz it would be embarrassing. while jann sits pretty in the chair naked with his hard cock out, tip red and leaking with the vein on the side bulging prominently, farleigh makes sure that he watches with his hands obediently on the armrests, no touching allowed. eventho farleigh’s literally getting fucked over by you, his cock twitching and precum trickling down his length into your hands, he still manages to be an asshole towards jann who’s watching, saying things like “dont you dare look away racer boy, keep your fucking hands to yourself” farleigh’s just spewing mean orders to jann, who suprisingly, obeys whatever farleigh says.

jann aches to fist his length with his hands at the view of you bouncing on another huge cock but he has to behave, because you’re praising them both while farleigh is in you, telling jann how good of a boy he’s being just sitting there obediently, and how pretty he looks, and reminding him how good boys get rewarded. jann refuses to jeopardise his chance at an orgasm even though he’s close to cumming undone from cucking you and farleigh. he doesn’t want to end up being overstimulated like him, being edged over and over again by you, being stripped off from his orgasm repeatedly that his balls are starting to turn purple. farleigh’s whining, begging you to let him cum, his hips desperately bucking but still, he’s running his mouth at jann. “fuck—, you okay over there, mngh ? you’re so hard man, it’s pathetic” which gets him another ruined orgasm from you, for being mean to jann. guess he just couldn’t help it. jann is quiet, maybe too fucked with how hard he’s bucking his hips into thin air, desperate for some sort of relieve for his rock hard cock, bending towards his navel. every time farleigh would humiliate him with his words, jann would whine, tears threatening to spill from his pretty eyes. his balls are tight, full of cum, rubbing against the fabric of the sofa. “please—oh, please farleigh let me have her” being one of jann’s pleads amongst others that came out incoherent, sounding more like blabbers from how lightheaded he is, only for farleigh to respond with “shut your mouth”. at times farleigh would receive a slap across his face, as you put him back in his place. you would think that’ll shut him up but no, he’d let out a loud moan, enjoying being slapped that you can feel his cock twitch. jann almost cums when you’re cumming for the second time on farleigh’s cock, all while ruining his orgasm for the ninth time.

farleigh’s now crying from blue balls, his tip leaking so much precum, his hand desperately grabbing at your waist to aid the intense aching on his crotch, another hand over his quivering lips, his eyes red with droplets of tear clinging onto his long lashes. eventho he’s in that state, his mouth is still spewing humiliation towards jann, only to whimper again from you overstimulating him. “stop, stop- stop, stop please” farleigh would beg, shutting his eyes as you edge him over another waves of pleasure, only to rip it away again. you’d kiss down his body from his jaws, making sure to spend extra time licking at his nipple, feeling yet another orgasm coming from farleigh from his twitching cock. you bite at his nipple slightly harder before quickly getting up from his cock for it to instantly slap against his lower belly before ropes of cum squirts out of his raging red tip, so much of it landing all over his body, some even getting on his lips. he’s crying, hips bucking from the overstimulation, as you hear jann mutters a low “fuck—“. catching your breath, you smile at farleigh in his fucked up state, he’s too hazy to say anything to jann now, only being able to blabber strings of thankyou’s to you for letting him cum this time. while you watch him come down from his cries, your fingers trace small hearts with his cum on his chest, giggling at his limp twitching cock in front of your pussy. when you turn your head over to jann, he looks like a madman, having just watched his girlfriend fucking another huge cock that’s not his, all while he’s forced to keep his hands to himself by a brat he doesn’t even know why he’s obeying.

when you get up from farleigh to walk over and kneel before jann, your fingers carefully grazing over the length, an immediate spurt of cum shooting onto your face. you look up to jann who’s breathing hard, he just can’t keep it anymore, cumming with just a slight touch from your hand. you help him ride out his orgasm, though not as satisfying as he would hope for, atleast he finally gets to be touched by you. you continue to milk his cock, popping his balls into your mouth before sucking on them, slobbering saliva all over the skin. now that he’s allowed to touch himself, he’s tugging on his shaft while you suck on his balls, swirling your tongue over the soft mounds. he’s occasionally bumping his knuckles over your forehead from how hard he’s jerking his cock off. flattening your tongue over his balls, you grab his hand away before dragging your tongue from the underside of his balls to the head of his cock, finishing off with a suckle on his tip, swallowing the drops of cum decorating his cock, before pushing your head down to throat his length. the way you reward him is the exact reason he’ll always behave, because good boys get rewarded. and jann loves delayed gratification. “having fun, racer boy ?” you hear farleigh chirp from his place, sprawled out on the mattress, too fucked out from his turn before. “come here farleigh” you order, earning an eyeroll from him. “i said— come here”. you get up to meet farleigh halfway at the edge of the bed, climbing over him before grabbing his jaw to kiss him, giving him a taste of jann’s cum. he’s moaning at the taste, fingers kneading at the soft flesh of your waist. jann is breathing hard, his chest heaving covered in sweat.

how would i add kai in this mix you may ask ? while you’re fucking yourself on jann’s cock, farleigh submits to kai who’s also been watching the whole time, except he’s fully clothed in that navy blue shirt with his hands cuffed to the railing in the wardrobe. farleigh’s sucking him off, kneeling over him having to take it all with his hands over his head, depraved from the satisfaction of pulling at farleigh’s tight curls. wet sounds bouncing off the walls of the room pornographically, the four of you moaning against each other’s touch. jann is fucking into you reverse cowgirl, so you’d be able to watch kai getting a blowjob from farleigh, who looks like he’s having the time of his life. just as you can tell that kai is close, you tell farleigh to swallow most of it, keeping some on his tongue to bring it over to you, before spitting it into your mouth. he’s hard again, so you let him stand beside the chair and fuck your mouth while jann’s chases his orgasm, rapidly thrusting into your cunt. as you’re taking both farleigh and jann’s cock, kai is left still hanging on the railing, his cock limp with stickiness dripping from the tip onto the floor. he’s groaning, his knees threatening to give up yet his eyes couldn’t get off the view of you getting fucked by two cocks at once. “kai, baby- you wanna join ?” you deliriously ask with half lidded eyes, not even knowing where to fit him in the position. maybe after jann finish fucking his load into you, you make him get up and uncuff kai, plopping him onto the bed to ride him into oblivion.

and when you decide you’re done with all of them, they’re all gonna have to lie on the bed, cuddling with each other <3 who knows ? maybe kofun or ivo can join next time

[dragonqueenofice]

A Cloth Flower

Word Count: 630

Summary: Flowers discarded as soon as they bloom, yet love blossoms brighter still (Or, you try and fail to make a bouquet for a budding crush)

notes: i love men who are just a little fucked up

     A red spider lily, born of crimson cloth and wire sits upon your desk. Your hands work to add more petals, forming the flower into the form oh so recognizable. “How many am I gonna need?” You ponder, glancing up and rewinding back the tutorial that’s been playing for around three hours now, and stuck on the same spot for half that time. You weave the next petal into its spot, doubt seeding into your mind as the flower forms alongside. “Does he even like spider lilies?” You ponder, cutting the cloth for another petal as the guide speaks that this is the last step. “He's always haunted by death, why would he want more reminders?”

     So you scrap it, tossing the flower aside like the past three hours meant nothing. The vibrant red lily resting atop the scraps of cloth and projects abandoned as soon as started like a king atop his throne. You feel no remorse, not sparing a glance for the poor flower’s descent as your eyes are on the monitor ahead, fingers typing flowers that mean life and looking through results. 

—

     A peach blossom, born of pastel cloth and wire sits upon your desk. Your hands work to add the last petal to the small flower, forming it into the third of the to-be bouquet. You glance up to the monitor and groan, despising the song that started but not having the energy to change it. Your hands insert in the next petal, your mind not noticing the size of the blossom growing one petal too large as doubt seeds in yet again, “wouldn't he hate a flower about life more?” your mind whispers, hands lowering the flower onto the table with little revere. Knuckles clack against the wood as your thumbs press down on the petals, bending them out of shape, “Haunted by death, yes, but infected with life… What if he hates it? What if he hates me?”

     So you toss them, blossoms fluttering down and resting beside the lily atop scraps of their own, yet another projected abandoned and yet another wasted night. One hand threads fingers through your hair as the other types, painfully slow, flowers that mean love.

—

     “Could you go fetch our dear creative?” Kafka’s honey-sweet voice rings through Blade’s head as his shoes clack against the floor, coming to a stop at your door. He clicks the master key Kafka lent him to your door, pondering for only a second why the Hunters have such high tech doors as it opens. He steps in and the lights come on, illuminating your sleeping form slumped over the desk and the scraps of cloth sprawled around the wood. The cloth, an iris purple in hue is formed into an approximation of a petal, it seems you passed out mid-work. Blade steps towards the desk, stopping beside the chair as his eye is caught by the vibrant flowers left discarded in the trash. He reaches out, curious to feel the silken cloth of the creations you labored over, but his arm disturbs the chair and startles you awake.

     You make eye contact, Blade’s piercing gaze stuck on your eyes as you freeze up like a startled fawn. “...Why are you in my room?” You finally break the deafening silence with whispered words.

     “Kafka wanted you.” He holds out a gloved hand to help you stand, Kafka’s warning to “play nice” echoing in his head as you stand, reluctantly pressing your palm to his for support. Blade doesn’t question that strange feeling that clenches around his heart, seeing your hand clasped over his, and he doesn’t question the arm he offers you for support against your back when you walk. He’s playing nice, a blade doesn’t feel after all.

[sena-seastar]

The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Warning: Ableism, violence (dragon's fighting), descriptions of burns and other injuries

A/n: I don't have much experience writing fight scenes, so I hope I did well enough here. There may also be slight medical inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. As always, dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. No beta, so I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

Aerys

“Fuck you. I told you we should’ve sent our dragons. And now look what’s happened.” Aegon rants, pointing his finger at the map.

Aerys shifts uncomfortably in his seat, or Ser Criston Cole's seat. Aegon had ordered him to sit in the hand’s chair during their meeting. Aerys could feel the eyes of Aegon’s council watching his every move. He did not like it. It made him feel like some sort of exotic animal on display. For them to point and gawk at.

“Daemon, of all people, has taken Harrenhal. I give you a job, and now you just sit there. It’s your fucking castle!” Aegon yelled, singling out the Lord of Harrenhal, Larys Strong.

Aerys threw the man a pitiful glance. It was not like the master of whisperers could do much. He was here in the capital, and Harrenhal is leagues away. The man was also a cripple. Men seldom follow those they believe to be weaker than themselves. And if Daemon was there, then so was Caraxes. Aerys could not necessarily fault the men of House Strong for bending the knee. Daemon was not known for his merciful nature. 

The master of whisperers kept his head down, enduring Aegon’s wrath. He peeked his eyes up once Aegon finished.

“Well, that castle is more crippled than I am, your grace.” He replied meekly.

His jest did nothing to soothe Aegon’s anger. The man was growing restless. Being deprived of his revenge for Jaehaerys's murder only fueled the fire within him. 

“It’s like to drive Daemon to madness as he attempts to make use of it. It is beyond his faculties. It is also penniless, as I happily control all of its gold.” Lord Larys added. “So, as Harrenhal saps Daemon’s resolve, the false queen remains trapped on her island, and Ser Criston continues felling castles in the Crownlands.” 

The mention of Rhaenyra made Aerys shift uncomfortably in his seat. He dropped his head, fingers reaching for his ring, until he remembered he was no longer wearing it. A lump rose in his throat, and he felt nauseous. Perhaps it was the guilt of his betrayal slowly consuming him. Aegon turned around, returning to his seat at the end of the table. He rested his hands on the back of his chair.

“Wh–” Aegon stammered, his eyes looking around at the men of his council. “I need to be informed of these things if I am to make informed rulings. I will not be made to look a fool in front of my allies and enemies.”

He turns his eyes to Aerys, looking for support. Aerys clears his throat, sitting upright.

“Regardless of who holds the coin, the king is right,” Aerys says. “Harrenhal and the Riverlands should be of the utmost concern. From what I understand, the blacks had not acted for nearly a fortnight after the death of Rhaenyra’s son. You should have used that time to seize Harrenhal for yourselves, but” Aerys sighed, exasperated. “I suppose there’s no point in mourning over a lost opportunity.”

“We have sent Ravens to Lord Tully, but he has yet to respond,” Maester Orwyle explains.

“And with Prince Daemon now occupying Harrenhal, there is not much we can do,” Lord Tyland added.

“We could force him out,” Aerys responds.

The table is filled with disbelieving scoffs and looks of confusion.

“And how do you suppose we do that, Lord Reyne?” Lord Jasper snickers.

“We send dragons,” Aerys answers.

“Prince Daemon has a dragon of his own-”

“He has one, Lord Tyland,” Aerys interrupted the master of coin.

The room goes quiet as they wait for Aerys to finish.

“Aemond and I will take our dragons and root him out.”

“You intend to challenge him? The blacks already outnumber us when it comes to dragons. If you or gods forbid Prince Aemond were to fall in battle, we may as well wave the white flag now.”

“Daemon will not fight us, Lord Jasper,” Aerys sighed. “If it were me or Aemond alone, he would certainly take up the challenge. But with the two of us together, he will flee. Daemon may be rash and impulsive, but he will not rush into a battle he does not think he could win.”

“And if you successfully chase him out, what will you do then?” Lord Jasper asked. “Ser Criston has already taken most of the fighting men here. Even if we take the castle, we do not have the men to hold it.”

“I will stay behind with Agana and treat with the rivermen myself,” Aerys explains. “Lord Tully has yet to declare for the blacks. Perhaps we could offer him something.”

“And what do you have in mind, Lord Reyne?” Lord Tyland asked. “As Maester Orwyle has already stated, the man refuses to respond.”

“A marriage pact.”

“He does have a daughter who has just come of martial age,” Maester Orwyle nods.

“And who do you suggest we betrothed the girl to, Lord Reyne? You?” Lord Jasper asked.

“No,” Aerys and Aegon say in unison.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Aerys cleared his throat.

“No, Lord Jasper. Not me.” Aerys shook his head. “The king has another brother in Oldtown. Daeron has just come of martial age as well. I propose we betroth them.”

“You think Lord Tully will marry his only daughter to a third son?”

“Third son or not, Daeron is a dragon rider. His children will be as well. Tell me, Lord Jasper, do you know many lords who would reject having a dragon on their side?”

Ironrod remains silent, lowering his head.

“Harrenhal must wait,” Aemond interjected.

Aerys closed his eyes, praying that the gods would smite the one-eyed coward where he sat. 

“Ser Criston is marching on Rook’s Rest.”

Aerys let out a quiet sigh. Once again, his prayers went unanswered. He kept his eyes on the table, refusing to even look at the man. Aerys knew he would have to face the man, but he was not prepared to do it so soon. 

“Rook’s Re- A pathetic prize. I gave no such command-”

“The castle is small,” Aemond interrupted once more. 

He stood for his seat, marching over to the board. 

“Weakly defended, and Lord Staunton sat on Rhaenyra’s council. After Cole smashes it, we’ll have Dragonstone effectively cut off by land. This war will not be won with dragons alone but with dragons flying behind armies of men.”

“No!” Aegon protested. “Have him turn about. I want Harrenhal back!”

Aegon marched to the board, his finger angrily tapping against Harrenhal on the map. Aemond ignored him, turning away.

“Cole is already preparing his attack,” he explained, returning to his seat.

Aegon turned his head to Aerys, and the two shared a look of confusion. 

“Uh, how-how do you know of this?” Aegon stammered, furrowing his brows. 

“He sent word to me,” Aemond answered as if it were obvious.

“To you? The two of you have been plotting... without my authority?” Aegon’s voice hardened.

Aemond sighed, “You had more pressing matters to attend to. Such as holding court, choosing your sobriquet, naming imbecilic lickspittles to our Kingsgaurd, and hosting private meetings with your... childhood companion.”

“Tread carefully,” Aerys warned with a scathing glower. “You may be his brother, but he is your king.”

Aerys balled his hands into tight fists. His nails dug painfully into his palms. He would not be surprised if they had pierced through his skin. Aemond stared at him. That vexing, never-fading smirk sat on his lips. But there was something in his gaze, something Aerys couldn’t quite place. Was it arrogance or shame? Aerys would spit on him if he could. He hoped the monster felt guilty. His actions above Shipbreaker Bay directly led to the murder of Jaehaerys. Aerys hoped that guilt would haunt him.

“Mm,” Aemond hummed, looking away.

Aerys continued to scowl at the man until he felt someone kick his foot. He turned his attention back to Aegon. The man shot him a warning look. Aerys gave him a slight nod, silently apologizing for his outburst.

“Do you have a wiser strategy, my king?” Aemond asked. “If so, you should voice it to your council. We all await your answer.”

There is a short pause as the council awaits the king's response. All eyes turn towards the monarch.

“I can have to...” Aegon's lip twitched as he gathered his thoughts. “War?”

He turned his head to Aerys, looking for validation. Aerys gave him a tight-lipped smile, not wanting to humiliate him further. An awkward tension enveloped the room.

“Harrenhal is a useful morass,” Aemond spoke to the council. “It will keep Daemon well-occupied while we strengthen our host and weaken Rhaenyra’s support on the mainland. We will deal with it in the Riverlands in time.”

Aegon sighed, sinking into his chair, defeated. 

“But right now. Rook’s Rest is an easy target and a worthy effort. Don’t you agree, my king?”

Aegon said nothing. His eyes flickered at the men sitting at the table. It was clear that he felt cast aside. And in that, he was right. They had disregarded everything he had said in favor of Aemond and Ser Criston’s plot. Aegon gave a begrudging nod, agreeing with Aemond. Not that he had much choice. 

Aerys looked at Aegon with concern, fighting the urge to reach out to him. Aegon gave him a slight nod before lowering his head. Aerys sighed, turning his head to stare at the wall behind Ser Jasper’s head, wishing for this meeting to be adjourned.

-

Aerys’ body was sore from sitting in the hand’s chair. The small council meeting had taken most of the day before Aegon abruptly left after declaring how bored he was. Aerys himself had left not long after. Ser Thorne escorted him back to his chambers. The queen dowager still did not trust him enough to have free reign of the castle.

“You must eat more than that,” Wylla protested. “You’re growing frail.”

“I ate the bread and half the soup,” Aerys said. “Now, where is it?”

Wylla froze, her eyes darting around the room as if checking to see if someone was watching them. She hurried towards him, handing him the quill, ink, and scroll she had stored in her pockets.

“Thank you, Wylla,” he smiled. “Here,” he said, tossing her a large black purse. “As a token of my gratitude.”

She frowned, peeking into the bag. Wylla gasped, trying to return it. “This is far more than we agreed on. I cannot take it.”

Aerys waved his hand, pushing her away. “You must. I have put you at great risk by involving you in my scheme. Keep the coin. It is the least I can do.”

Her lip wobbled as she nodded her head in agreement. “Who are you writing?” She asked.

“Rhaenyra,” Aerys answered truthfully.

She gasped, “They could have your head for this!”

“I need- I need to know the truth,” Aerys stammered. Dipping the quill in ink. “I need to know if she was behind the murder of Jaehaerys.”

“Oh gods,” Wylla sighed. “And if she denies it, then what? You’ve already aligned yourself with the king. You said you are his friend. He depends on you!”

Aerys ignored her.

“Will you betray him?” She asked suddenly.

The question startled him. His head snapped towards her.

“No,” Aery hissed.

“I just,” he sighed. “I need to know Wylla.”

“This is a mistake,” she reproached. “If they find out you’re sending messages to Rhaenyra without their permission, they will have your head!"

Aerys sighed, “I know.”

“You’re a fool,” She shook her head disapprovingly. 

“I know that too,” he said with a tight-lipped smile.

“Make it quick.” She replied. “My friend at the fishing port will not wait long. We must hurry if you wish for him to deliver it.”

He nodded, quickly putting quill to paper. 

Dear Rhaenyra, I hope this letter finds you well. I wish to express my sincerest condolences for Luke's passing. You have my deepest sympathies. I am sure by now you’ve heard that I have aligned myself with Aegon. It is true. I am sorry. I owe you a great debt for everything you have done for me all these years. I had hoped that one day I would be able to find a way to repay you, and yet it seems I have done the exact opposite. But that is not why I write this letter. Aegon has accused you of having a hand in the death of his son. I do not wish to believe you could be responsible for such savagery. I need to know-

Wylla cleared her throat loudly, nudging her hip against the table. 

“What are you-” Aerys gasped as the ink spilled across the table.

Wylla snatched the scroll, hiding it away in her bosom.

The doors of his chamber opened before he could react. Lady Alicent entered, her eyes searching every corner of the room. Her panicked expression made his stomach churn.

“What’s happened?” He asked.

She walked towards the table, resting her hands against the wood. She hung her head, releasing a shuddered sigh.

“Aegon is gone.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, “Gone where?”

“Rook’s Rest, no doubt.” 

“Rook’s rest? The fool is going to get himself killed!” Aerys fumed.

Alicent kept her head down, not saying anything.

“You must let me go after him,” he demanded.

Her head snapped towards him, her eyes wide. “No- no, absolutely not.”

“You must!” Aerys insisted.

“No, I cannot.” The queen dowager shook her head.

“I have to bring him back!” Aerys contested. “Dragonstone is just across the bay! Lord Staunton sits on Rhaenyra’s council! What if she sends one of her dragons to defend his land?”

“Aegon has Sunfyre with him.”

“Sunfyre is small, with no more battle experience than his rider!” Aerys cried out. 

“I do not trust you!” She hissed, gesturing to the quill and ink on the table. “How do I know you will not flee to Dragonstone the second I let you go?”

Aerys marched forward, taking her roughly by the arms.

“You have just lost your grandson. Are you so eager to lose a son as well?!”

His chest heaved wildly as his heart thumped in his chest. The woman’s eyes widened, filled with fear.

Aerys sighed, dropping his hands to his side. “I’m sorry,” he choked.

He lowered his head, his eyes burning with tears. His lips trembled, and his face contorted into anguish. Would Aegon die? Would he lose him so soon?

“Go,” she whispered.

Shocked, he lifted his head to face her. A small fire of hope kindled in his heart. He nodded his head. Aerys ran over to the chest at the bottom of his bed. He rummaged through his things, tossing everything onto the floor until he found a pair of riding gloves. He shoved them into his pocket as he sprinted out of the room. He did not slow down for a second, not paying any mind to the people he knocked out of the way. 

When Aerys reached the outer yard, he grabbed the nearest horse. Pushing some lord, he could not be bothered to remember out of the way. The man cursed at him as he rode away.

He made it to the dragon pit in record time. Aerys hopped off of the horse before it even had time to stop. He stumbled but carried on. 

Aerys pushed the doors of the dragon pit open. He ignored the dragon keepers, who shouted after him as he ran towards the man-made caves where the dragons were kept. The roars of a restless Agana soon drowned out their voices. He could hear the loud thuds as she rammed her head against the giant gate, trying to reach him.

“I am here, my dragon!”

Agana whined, trying to snake her head past the bars.

“Open the gate,” he ordered.

The dragon's keepers looked at one another, unsure what to do.

“Open the fucking gate!” He commanded.

Agana bared her teeth, letting out a low growl. The men did not waste another second. Aerys slipped under the gate, not waiting for it to rise fully. Agana cooed, pressing her head against his chest. 

“I’ve missed you too,”  he whispered.

Aerys leaned his head down to press it against hers. He could not fight the tears that escaped his eyes. He had missed her dearly. Being away from her was the worst pain imaginable. 

“We must go,”  he sniffled, pulling back to meet her eyes.

He ran his hand across her neck as he walked to her side. Agana lowered her body to the ground. Aerys pulled on his riding gloves. His fingers curled around the ropes attached to her saddle. He quickly made the climb, as he had done a thousand times before. Aerys hoisted his leg over the saddle, settling in. He rubbed a gloved hand over Agana’s silver scales. 

“Sōvēs, Agana!”

-

Aerys’ hands gripped tightly onto the handlebars of his saddle. The dread in his heart grew as his eyes found no trace of Sunfyre’s golden scales. The wind blew hard against his face as Agana soared through the sky. He was unsure of how long Aegon had been gone. Would he reach him in time? Was he already too late?

Agana called to Aerys, alerting him to some potential danger. Aerys stayed silent, listening. From the distance, he could make out the faint sound of a dragon’s roar.

“Follow it, Agana!”

She shrieked, obeying his command. Agana charged forward, moving even faster now that she had a clear grasp on her target. Aerys squinted his eyes. In the distance, he could make out brilliant flashes of red and gold. Icy fire coursed through his veins, igniting his skin in a rush of cold flames. His entire body was shaking as fear seeped into his bones. Rhaenys was here? Had they sent her alone? Was Baela or Jace here as well?

Agana hissed as a giant burst of dragon flame lit up the sky.

“Halt!” Aerys called.

Agana followed his command. Her wings flapped loudly as they hovered in the air, watching Meleys attack Sunfyre from below. 

Aerys’ heart hammered in his chest.

This would be his only chance for freedom. He could turn away and fly to Dragonstone, grovel at Rhaenyra’s feet, and beg for her forgiveness. He still held onto hope that she would take him back. Aerys was her nephew—the last living memory of her sister. Rhaenyra had opened her heart to him and raised him alongside her children. He owed her a debt that could never be repaid. Could he turn his back on her now when she needed him most?

Then Aegon’s voice echoed in his mind, his words repeating over and over again.

“You’ll never choose me. You never have.”

Aerys closed his eyes as the many shared memories of his and Aegon’s youth flooded his mind. He remembered the many nights Aegon stayed awake with him, distracting him from his misery. The many hours of boredom that Aegon endured so that Aerys would not have to sit in the library alone. Aerys thought of the many times he held Aegon as he cried. He had to comfort him often when the boy’s mother was too harsh on him. Or when his father’s lack of endearment became too much for him to bear.

Aegon was his friend, his very first friend. Time had driven them apart, but that love Aerys held for him had never faded. If anything, the distance had only made it grow stronger.

Sunfyre’s cries of pain echoed in the air, forcing Aerys back into the present. His eyes widened, and he watched in horror as the golden dragon fell from the sky. 

Sunfrye screeched in pain. He flapped his wings, desperately trying to regain flight. The dragon was able to spin around, catching himself before he crashed to the ground. Sunfyre shrieked as he flapped his wings, ascending higher in the sky, trying to reach them. Meleys circled, heading straight for him.

Now was the time. The choice Aerys made now would set him on a path he could never return from. If he turned away, he would be leaving Aegon to die. Sunfyre stood no chance against the fierce Red Queen. But if he stayed, he would have no choice but to face the Red Queen and her rider himself. His heart ached at the thought of sending Agana into battle. 

Princess Rhaenys was no great friend of his, but he was close to the woman’s granddaughters. In those years on Dragonstone, he had come to see the girls as his sisters. If Agana and Sunfyre fought together, there was a chance they could overpower Melyes and her rider. Yet the thought of doing so made him feel ill. There was no one more accursed than the kinslayer.

A deep grumble formed in Agana’s throat. Aerys reached a hand back, strapping himself into his saddle. His fingers curled tight around the handlebars as he gave the command.

“Angōs, Agana!”

The silver dragon turned her head to him, looking him in the eyes. The look of confused sadness she gave him filled his heart with great sorrow. He rubbed a gloved hand over the scales on her back.

Sunfyre let out a loud coo, calling to her. Agana turned her head, watching him struggle to reach them. She let out a doleful cry but obeyed.

Agana charged forward, ramming her head into Meleys’, using her horns to drive the red queen away from Sunfyre. The two dragons of silver and red danced in the air, biting and clawing at one another. Agana latched onto the side of Meleys’ neck, trying to bite down as hard as she could. The red queen shrieked; she rounded her neck as best as possible, trying to lunge at Aerys, who tried desperately to avoid her teeth. 

Agana lifted her wing, trying to shield him. Meleys wasted no time, digging her claws into the silver dragon’s underbelly, but Agana’s jaw only tightened. 

The red queen roared, snapping her jaws at Aerys once more. She managed to sink her teeth into the muscle of Agana’s arm. The silver dragon finally released her neck and pulled back with a hiss. Meleys used this time to dig her claws into the side of Agana’s face. The silver dragon shrieked in pain, and they began falling.

The red queen pulled away, chasing after Sunfrye once again. Aerys tried to command Agana to fly, but the silver dragon shrieked in agony. Aerys could see the blood spurting from her face, but he could not see the full extent of her injury. He turned his head, watching as they began plummeting down to the ground. The man pulled one of his gloves off, rubbing his bare palm over the scales of her back. Come on, he whispered in his mind. Fly. You have to fly. 

He repeated the words in his head over and over again. The world seemed to slow down to the point where he could feel his pulse thrumming in his veins. His hands shook, but not with fear. Aerys grabbed the reins, pulling them with all the strength he could muster.

Just as they were about to hit the ground, Agana pulled up and flapped her wings. They hovered just a few inches off the ground as Agana tried to overcome her pain.

Sunfyre’s screeches and Melyes' growls rang loudly above them. They both raised their heads, watching Melyes catch Sunfyre by the wing. Agana growled, giving chase. Sunfyre cried and clawed, trying to wriggle free from the red queen's grasp. Agana rushed forward. She tried to aim for the red queen’s rider, but Aerys pulled at the reins, steering her away.

He could not do it. He did not wish to bear the burden of being a kinslayer. The gods had cursed him enough as it is. They just needed to get Melyes’ attention on them and buy Sunfyre enough time to get away.

The two of them circled back around. Agana growled and sunk her teeth into one of the red queen’s legs, trying to pull her away, but to no avail. Sunfyre lunged at Meleys’ head, ripping off one of her many horns. The red queen screeched but refused to let go. She kicked her other leg at Agana, trying to fend her off while still holding Sunfyre. Agana’s teeth chomped down, and she shook her head wildly as if trying to tear Meley’s leg off her body. 

Suddenly, she stopped. Agana snapped her head to the side, and a low, guttural growl emitted from her throat. Aerys barely had time to turn his head before coming face to face with a giant ball of fire.

Agana pulled up, but not fast enough. Aerys howled in agony as the unbearable heat of the dragon flame bit into the right side of his body. The putrid smell of burning flesh overwhelmed his senses. His eyes burned from the smoke, and he struggled to breathe. He could feel them climbing higher as Agana tried to get him out of harm's way. 

The nightmarish screams of Sunfyre filled the air. Aerys wiped his eyes, trying to clear his vision. He watched, paralyzed by fear, as the golden dragon fell from the sky. Agana did not hesitate. She dived down, flapping her wings as hard as she could, trying to reach Sunfrye before he could plummet to the ground. But they were too late. Sunfyre crashed into the trees with a large burst of flames. 

Agana and Aerys both roared in anguish.

They stopped, hovering above the trees. Aerys stretched his neck as far as he could, trying desperately to find some sign- any sign of Aegon. There was none. 

No! He cannot be dead. He can't be. 

A terrible, sickening dread washed over him. Aerys heart was thudding in the back of his throat. Something inside him wrenched and soared. This could not be the end. Not now, not yet. It was too soon.

“No,” He whispered. “Land, Agana!” 

Agana flapped her wings, easing herself to the ground. Aerys hastily unstrapped himself from the saddle. He slid down the side of her body. The shock of his landing caused him to stumble, but he was able to keep from falling. 

Agana let out a whining, breathing-like noise. She turned her neck, pressing her head against his shoulder as if trying to nurse his wounds. Aerys winced as he looked upon his wounds. There were small patches of slightly charred flesh here and there. The red, black, and yellow burns covered his right shoulder and extended down to his elbow. But there was no pain. The entire area just felt numb, though he knew the pain would surely come later.

Agana pulled away. Aerys could see her face now. Giant, jagged claw marks ran across the left side of her face, and there was a gaping hole where her eye once sat. The damage done to her underbelly was not as severe as he thought it would be, thank the gods.

A lump had formed in his throat. The corner of his lips pulled down, shaking as he tried to stop the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him.

“I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’m so sorry.”

The silver dragon trilled, carefully nuzzling the tip of her snout against his stomach.

“You did well,” he praised, caressing her face. “Thank you.”

He pulled away, moving around her. Aerys found Sunfyre curled up on his side, grumbling in pain. He approached slowly, not wanting to frighten him. The golden dragon did not seem to care for his efforts.

Sunfrye growled, baring his teeth, but the dragon could not raise his head. Aerys held his left hand up in surrender.

“I’m here to help him.”

The golden dragon snarled at him.

“Please,” he pleaded.

Agana crawled behind the wounded dragon, resting her head against his own. She released a loud hum from her chest, almost like a pur. The sound seemed to calm him. His growling ceased, and he retracted his teeth. Aerys approached him, carefully climbing over the dragon's tail. Sunfyre had curled himself around Aegon, still trying his best to defend his rider. 

Aerys gasped when he saw the state of Aegon—his body, battered and burned. Aerys inched closer. His knees wobbled, and his terror mounted with every step. Aegon was lying still on his back. His violet eyes were hidden behind closed eyelids. 

Aerys fell to his knees, his eyes trailing over the man’s wounds. His stomach clenched, dread twisted in his gut.

“Aegon?” He called, his voice thick with fear.

But Aegon did not move, and he did not make a sound. The armor he wore seemed to have melted into his flesh. 

Agana growled, raising her head. Aerys snapped his head to the side, watching Aemond march towards them, wielding Blackfyre. There was something in the man’s gaze, something dark. He was uncertain as to what the man’s intentions were. Aerys did his best to shield Aegon’s body with his own despite his injured shoulder. He was not afraid of him. Aemond would be a fool if he tried to harm either one of them in the presence of their dragons.

As he approached, Agana snarled at the man. Aemond’s eye flickered up to Agana before looking back to Aerys. Just as he raised the blade, a voice called out.

It was Ser Criston. Aerys shot Aemond one last glare. He turned around, focusing his attention back on Aegon. 

“I choose you, Aegon,” Aerys whispered, his bottom lip trembling. “I choose you.”

Tags: @saicherry, @sadpuffpuff, @willow-red, @teamavatar13

[sashi-ya]

𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲

⭒ pairing: mafia boss roronoa zoro x f! reader. R 18+ explicit. ⭒ requested by anonymous ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 Go F**k Yourself by Two Feet 𝄞 ⭒ tw: mafia boss zoro. zosan mentioned. masturbation. choking. cum marking. cum dump. rough vag sex. squirting. cream pie | wc: 1.4k

It isn’t easy; a mafia boss like him isn’t used to romanticism. But would you say no to his lust?

Wide back, in which your nails are the only ones allowed to carve marks; Strong arms, that hold your wrists trapped, and are even able to lift you up to fuck you the way he wants to. The sharpest mandible you ever saw, clenching whenever he is ready to fill your womb with his warm seed.

Roronoa Zoro, Yakuza. You, his lover. But not his only one.

The daughters of the other mafia bosses. The daughter of his mentor. And that blonde, the one who cooks his meals every day. The one who mewls from time to time inside the kitchen.

But it is ok. He deserves you. And him. And the other women too.

“Roronoa-sama… should I play the song you like the most for you tonight?” you ask, kneeling in front of him. Shamisen resting on your lap, and the image of a laid-back ode to masculinity right before your eyes.

He glances at you with a side look; his left eye unable to open, his emerald one scanning your body from up to down. Your kimono, hanging loosely from your shoulders, about to slide to reveal the skin he adores to bite and mark.

After a long night, where Zoro has had so much fun already, he only wishes to keep drinking and relaxing… however, you are too tempting to say no to you.

“Please, do woman” he orders, and you immediately obey.

Getting comfortable and in good position to play, you notice him lifting his right hand up.

“No. Naked” he commands, with a devilish smirk so proper of a demon king.

You nod, pleased. That means he will possess your body in every way possible and you are so happy with such thing. Finally, your turn to get fucked. Finally, your turn to be his.

“Of course, Roronoa-sama” you whisper, letting your fine clothes to fall and tug around your hips. You wait for him to tell you whether you should continue or not.

He sits properly. Like a king on his throne, he bends a little bit forward, showing he is interested in enjoying your show. “Play now”

 You proceed. Nails tangling and grasping the crying cords of your instrument; sexy music coming from your skilful fingers, increasing the speed of the notes as the music progresses.

The melody, whose name is unknown, has been baptized with a secret name inside your head; prelude, feral part, and climax. The first part, delicate, slow, not shy but careful, isn’t enough to make your breasts jump with your arms motions.

Zoro, however, isn’t able to take his eye off you. Some sake spills from the commissure of his lips as he misses while chugging and looking at you. Your motions have always been hypnotizing to him, making testosterone to sprout from his pores… and the white kimono that covers his nudity to tent from hard erection.

The “feral part” takes over, and with it your hands go faster. Picking the cords, as if you were scratching his caramel skin, going violently with the melody.

Your breasts jiggle and begin to jump as your whole body moves to play such melody. Your nipples getting erected, as the soft breeze of summer comes from the window of Zoro’s room.

You can feel the weight of his eye fixing on your bouncing chest. Zoro begins to relish with such spectacle. And his hands to untie the white kimono that covers his body.

It is hard to focus on the melody, but you can’t miss… if you do, maybe, you will not get what you wanted the most… his dick inside of you.

You see him spreading his muscular legs and getting comfortable over the seat of pillows. His hardness, so big as always, drips tears of emotion and excitement, of need and getting so ready to die in your womb.

“That’s good woman, keep playing” he murmurs, with a painful grunt whenever his hand slides from his chest to his dick. His strong fingers surrounding his shaft, going up and down, pumping and milking. It gets veiny the more you play and jump, and the more he jerks it off.

The song is about to reach climax; sexily drifting to the tones of hips slamming into a weak woman maybe… or at least that’s what you feel you are becoming every time he gets to fuck you so rough.

And right before the last notes come, you decide to give Zoro the look he adores, looking at him from underneath, fixed bewitching eyes that invite the man to let you continue with his pleasure.

And so much he likes it, that he stands up with a sexy growl coming perhaps from under his throat.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out” he commands, standing right in front of you, still pumping his dick to climax.

And right when you hit the last note, his body spasms, coronating the melody with the sounds of his orgasmic explosion.

Seed spilled on your tongue, face, and chest; you receive. Allowing the white rain to fall down on you, you gift your master the work of art of his woman being marked by the traces of his release.

“Such a beautiful bitch you are, covered in my cum” he laughs, cleaning some of it off your countenance. He takes the shamisen off your hands, throwing it to the side and lifts you up by your hand.

You smirk, because you know what’s next… all you been waiting for, the culmination of the show.

“Y-yes, Zoro-sama” you shiver while you speak. Your toes barely touch the ground as he carries you to his special seat like you are weightless.

He puts you on the ground, indicating you to wait, and then proceeds to flop again over the cushions. Like a God waiting to be fed, he puts his arms behind his head and presents with open legs for you to move.

“Com’ere” he sloppily orders, indicating with a head nod for you to crawl on top of his lap. “Fuck yourself, show me how you do it with my dick”

“Yes, Roronoa-sama!” you bite your lips and chime, straddling your hips over his crotch. A dick that’s hard already allows you to easily guide it inside you.

You let your body weight to fall over his, feeling his shaft opening its way in between your clenching walls. Walls that are getting ready to milk it until his last drop.

Your hands land on his hard and big pecs, feeling the indentations of old stitches that cross his chest from side to side in form of a scar.

You begin to move, back and forth, jumping sometimes and even making circular motions.

Zoro only shows you a proud smirk of your efforts that are making you sweat and whine loudly. You can feel the throbbing sensation inside of you, and it motivates you to keep going with just a single objective; getting filled with his cum, up until feeling like exploding.

And the swordsman knows it very well… “Ugh, you are doing it so well, but I think I need to fuck you rougher” he says, stopping you. Zoro lifts you slightly up from your thighs and in a swift motion, he turns you around so that your back now rests on his huge chest.

He begins punishing you with the most delicious and merciless thrusts, with your legs spread and one of his hands passing from behind towards your clit.

Zoro knows well how to do to make you burst, and so, his index plays with your pleasure button as well as he keeps fucking you.

Groaning low in your ear, biting your shoulder and making your eyes go white, he fucks you rougher and rougher each minute it passes. It’s like hell itself, burning in pure lust with his dick going deeper each time.

“Z-Zoro-sama… I’m- ngh… coming” you cry, with literal tears in your eyes and now a lack of oxygen coming to your lungs as he strongly grips your neck.

“ Are you coming? Hm? I am too… Are you gonna take it, cum dump? That’s what you been wanting me to do, right?” he whispers, with raspy voice, sake breath, and lips pressed in your cheek.

You nod, unable to speak and with your skin bumpy from pleasure. You feel like losing control, like your legs and everything down your belly button is not yours but his. A slave of pleasure and climax.

“Such a good bitch look at you, getting me all wet” he laughs, as you come, contorting, squirting, and dripping on his lap.

“Now let me fill that little pussy of yours… Take. It. All. Inside…”

[l0velywitch]

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: post prison!spencer reid x mostly gn! reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut! choking, degrading, female genitalia, fingering, cockwarming, overstimulation, edging, teasing, bondage, oral (both receiving) 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 755 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: just the things spencer reid would be into ;)

⇁ spencer loves loves loves loves loves loves teasing you. adores it. he also loves when you tease him, it means he can punish you once you two get home  ⇁ he is a man who loves his lingerie, or he loves seeing you in it. he definitely has a favorite set and when you wear it he dies, like, just combusts.   ⇁ he knows what he’s doing. spencer reid is not a man who can’t make his partner cum, he’s insanely talented at it.   ⇁ he’s definitely into the usage of names like sir and doctor, pull those names out and it’s over  ⇁ he adores watching you get off, it’s definitely more important to him that you cum.   ⇁ he loves overstimulating you, definitely one of his favorite things. he loves making you cum so much you can’t fully form full sentences, loves it sm  ⇁ spencer is very much so into degrading if you’re okay with it, if he can he’d definitely call you all the names in the book. it’s kind of funny because he gets embarrassed saying words like “bitch”, “whore”, “slut”, etc. in front of the team, but when he’s fucking you it comes out naturally and like any other word in his very large vocabulary   ⇁ there are definitely certain outfits within your closet that spencer reid will want to fuck you the moment he sees you in them. like, anything that shows off excessive cleavage or anything that’s short enough that he can just slightly see your ass in if you bend over? oh, or the skirts/dresses that are easy for him to just slip his hand under from underneath the table, he loves them and you can bet that once you’re home whatever you were wearing is being ripped off and he’s fucking you  ⇁ definitely a consent king. will not do anything without your consent, he’d definitely have safe words and do little checkins. he’d also have ways to communicate if there’s something in your mouth or if words are hard to form, like tap a part of his body a certain amount of times to get him to stop kind of thing.  ⇁  something that shocked him when he realized he was really into it is choking, just because of his knowledge on how dangerous choking really is. he’d definitely want to have at least a small talk about it before he’d actually choke you, but once he has and he knows he can? oh he’s doing it constantly.  ⇁  you’re getting at least five or six orgasms with this man, at least. definitely more but that’s the minimum  ⇁  he’s amazing with aftercare i must say, like, he goes the extra mile and gives cuddles as well. he makes sure you’re okay afterwards  ⇁ gives loads of hickeys everywhere. he doesn’t even always mean to, he just loves kissing your body and sometimes gets more than just a little carried away  ⇁  definitely will fuck you with clothes at your waist, the kinda guy to just move those short dresses/skirts up and remove your panties and just fuck you like that.  ⇁ loves it when you cockwarm him while he grades papers or just does anything tbh, just sit on his cock and move every now and then. he’s a happy man  ⇁ his thoughts are constantly filled with dirty things  ⇁ he loves toys. vibrators and dildos are his friends, not his competition. he’ll do anything to get you cumming  ⇁ speaking of which, he loves watching you fall apart on his fingers or his cock. adores it so so so much  ⇁ another thing he loves? looking up at you while he eats you out. that man goes to fucking town.  ⇁ punishment with him? definitely involves being blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed while he edges you for ages, to the point there’s tears in your eyes and you’re begging for release. and he’ll only give it when he thinks you deserve it.  ⇁ the first time you sucked him off and maintained eye contact it took almost everything in him not to cum right then and there, he never realized just how hot that was until you did it  ⇁ he’s not at all opposed to you sending nudes. loves it, actually. or when you send frisky and suggestive texts, he loves it. a lot  ⇁ spencer definitely isn’t the most quiet of men, he’s definitely the type to groan and grunt but nothing super duper loud

[screaming--lamb]

Drink me, eat me, then you'll see the light

Part 1 of YGDJLHM

GhostSoap ft Price

Summary: Johnny's a brat that needs to be put in his place.

Content warnings: pet play, degradation, impact play, slight name calling

Word count: 3,000

"Steamin' Jesus—Ghost!" Soap grunts as Ghost drags him down the halls with a vice-like grip on his arm. Eventually they stop at Ghost's office, the lieutenant digging his keys out of his pocket to unlock the room, unceremoniously shoving Soap through the door so he stumbles on a chair, ending up on his knees on the floor as Ghost walks in behind him, not bothering to lock the door.

Soap attempts to get up onto his feet as Ghost walks past but is stopped by the larger man's hand resting on his shoulder and shoving him back down. Soap glares at Ghost, the other man ignoring him in favor of sitting in the chair behind his desk, splaying out like a king on his throne. And although Soap has the urge to get up, to directly disobey Ghost, he stays where he is, wanting to see how this plays out. Ghost stays silent, not even sparing a passing glance at Soap as he pulls a pack of cigarettes out from a drawer, taking off his mask and lighting it. He takes a few drags before beckoning Soap over with his fingers.

Soap stands, taking a few steps towards Ghost before his voice rings out.

"Did I say you could stand?" Ghost's eyes bore into his, the hand not holding his cigarette clenches. His voice makes a shiver go down Soaps spine, makes him want to obey despite himself. "Get back down and do it properly, mutt." The title makes him even harder.

Begrudgingly, Soap gets back down on the floor, taking his time getting on all fours and arching his back just so. He crawls over to Ghost, looking up at him through his eyelashes the whole way over, eventually settling in between the man's spread legs.

Ghost threads his fingers through Soap's hair, gripping and pulling so his head tilts back, forcing him to hold back an embarrassing noise as he bares his neck. Using the grip he has on Soap's hair, Ghost turns Soap's head from side to side, as if he was inspecting him.

"You want to tell me what you were doing with that new recruit?"

The words were phrased like a question but Soap knew damn well it was a command.

"I dinnae know what you mean, L.t."

"You know bloody well exactly what I mean, sergeant."

Ghost lets go of his head roughly, taking another deep drag of his cigarette before unzipping his pants, pulling them as well as his boxers down to his thighs. If at all possible, he seems to lounge back in his chair even farther.

"Well? I've got a meeting with Price in twenty. Best get started, unless you want him seeing you sucking me like a proper bitch."

The man's words make him let out a small whine despite himself. From the smug smile on his face, Ghost takes pride in it.

Soap kisses up and down Ghost's dick, sucking on the tip gently before he slowly inches down towards the base, ways to get back at Ghost circling his mind. Only one stands out, and it'll end with his ass raw.

Soap reaches down to palm himself through his pants and gently nips Ghost's dick, not hard enough to damage, but enough to sting a little.

The man immediately pulls him off, rearing his hand back and smacking Soap across the face. His head snaps to the side as he moans loudly, his hand still working his own cock through his pants.

Ghost kicks his hand away, pressing the sole of his boot down hard on Soaps cock. Johnny gasps, moaning again at the painful pressure as his hips rut up against Ghost's shoe.

"I ought to fucking muzzle you so you don't pull a stunt like that again, maybe cut out your pretty little tongue so you can't talk back constantly."

"Si—Simon."

Simon slaps him again before grabbing Johnny and dragging him up and bending him over his desk, shoving his face into the wood.

"What did you call me?"

Johnny catches his breath, turning his face to the side so his nose isn't crammed in the desk.

"Simon."

Simon brings a hand down on his ass, the sound ringing throughout the room.

"Oh, you fucking asshole! Maybe I should go to that recruit, at least he won't ignore me half the day and then not even have the decency to fuck me."

Simon goes deathly quiet long enough for a pang of fear to hit Johnny. Then he laughs. Fucking laughs.

"So that's it, huh? The little whores getting pissy all because he's not getting dicked down three times a day."

Johnny flushes as a wave of embarrassment rolls over him.

"Well don't worry sweetheart. I'll make sure you get what you want."

The words confuse Johnny, he wasn't expecting compliance. But before he can think on the matter any further, Simon is pulling off Johnny's clothes and tucking himself back in his boxers.

Simon sits back down in his chair, pulling Johnny with him so he's sitting sideways on Simon's lap. He taps Johnny's jaw.

"Open. Tongue out."

Johnny obeys, still suspicious of the other man. Simon works his jaw as he looks down at Johnny and opens his mouth as well, letting spit drip down into Johnny's open mouth.

"Swallow."

He swallows and opens his mouth back up right after, sticking his tongue out, knowing it's what Simon expects. Simon pats his cheek condescendingly before taking two fingers and shoving them into his mouth. Johnny starts sucking on them before Simon even gives the order. Simon grins toothily at his sudden obedience.

"There's my sweet boy. All you need is some roughing up, and your right where you belong, all pliant beneath me."

And it's true. Johnny would—and has before—grovel at Simon's feet, just for that dominance, just for Simon to take him over his knee so that he can't sit the next morning, so that everyone knows that he belongs to Simon. Ever since they started this relationship, Simon has owned every part of him. No matter how much he's flirted, or joked about fucking the rest of the 141, he's completely and utterly Simon's.

Johnny whines as Simon fucks his mouth with his fingers, his cock leaking on Simon's shirt.

"Look at me."

Simon pulls his fingers from his mouth. Johnny whines, grabbing Simon's wrist as he opens his eyes. Simon laughs as he pulls his hand away.

"Trust me, pet, you'll enjoy this more."

Simon brings his hand down, toying at Johnny's rim with spit soaked fingers. Simon slips a finger inside and Johnny chokes on his breath, shoving his face in Simon's neck and mouthing along it, desperate for something in his mouth as well.

This goes on for a few minutes, Simon just teasing Johnny, dipping a finger inside then pulling out, leaving Johnny a wet mess.

"Please," He whimpers, pawing at Simons still clothed chest.

"What was that?"

"Please, Sir, stop teasing. 'S mean."

"I think it's only fair, pet, you were so mean to me when you were so shamelessly flirting with that recruit."

Johnny's eyes start to well up, his voice trembles slightly as he speaks, burying his head in the crook of Simon's neck once again.

"Di'nt wanna be mean. Were ignoring me. Wanted you to notice me."

"Don't hide from me," Simon pulls Johnny's head up by his hair, "I always notice you, Johnny. You think I didn't want to bend you over right there? Show 'em all they can't have you? I wanted to cut off that guys hand when he touched you. I would have too."

Johnny moans wantonly, bucking his hips and grinding into the air.

A knock sounds on the door, Johnny snaps his mouth shut at the noise, scrambling to get off of Simon's lap. It proves fruitless as Simon pulls him back down, grabbing one of Johnny's thighs and pulling his legs apart as he shoves two fingers inside his ass making Johnny cry out loudly.

"Come in."

The door opens revealing Price, looking incredibly annoyed.

"Lieutenant, you'd best have a damn good reason for being late—"

He stops in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at the sight in front of him. Price shuts and locks the door before stepping forward and crossing his arms.

"Captain. Sit down, you enjoying the view?"

One side of Prices mouth quirks up as he drops into the chair across from Simon and Johnny.

"He does make quite the sight."

"Yes, he does. Pet, say hello to our guest."

Johnny lets out little gasps with each pump of Simon's fingers, his eyes fluttering.

"Johnny. Be polite."

His head is heavy but he lifts it anyway, looking John in the eyes.

"Hi." His response is weak and barely loud enough to be heard, the other two men chuckle at it.

"So sorry I missed the meeting, but this one here was just being such a bitch, I couldn't help it." Simon enunciates the words with a press of his fingers into Johnny's prostate. He keens at the movement, still holding eye contact with John.

"Looks like you've gotten him back in line."

Simon hums, "Took longer than it should have, but he started listening."

Simon drags out his fingers and pushes Johnny to the floor, placing a heavy boot on the small of his back when he tries to push himself up.

"Why don't you show the captain how good you can be, pet? And don't pull that shit you did with me."

"What'd he do?"

"The little cunt threw a fit and bit me."

It turned Johnny on immensely, the way the two talked about him like he wasn't there. He starts crawling over to John, not wanting to make the same mistake he did earlier. Simon was being so nice to him, after all.

When Johnny reaches the captain, he settles with his hands on his lap, not touching the man without permission, and looks up at him through his lashes, tear stains on his cheeks.

"Go on," Simon speaks from behind him, "Be good for John."

John was nice enough to unbutton his jeans for him, so Johnny takes the zipper between his teeth, the cold metal clinking as he pulls it down. John takes himself out of his underwear and he whines at the sight, once again being laughed at by the other two.

John was almost as big as Simon, being maybe an inch shorter but thick enough to make up for lost inches.

Johnny takes the head in his mouth and suckles at it, slowly moving inch by inch to the base.

John groans, "He's got a perfect mouth. You trained him well, Simon."

"It's one of the best things about him when he's not constantly barking at you."

John groans again as Johnny bobs his head, rocking his hips so he pushes his cock even farther into Johnny's mouth.

"You think Gaz could get some use out of him?" Simon inquires, "Or the Vaqueros?"

"I think so," Despite his groans of pleasure, John barely sounded affected by Johnny as he spoke. "I know Gaz would want him. Alejandro and Rodolfo may be able to figure something out. Why?"

The air changes and the next time Simon speaks comes from directly behind him.

"Johnny isn't satisfied until he's been fucked so many times he can't function," Simon crouches down and speaks directly into his ear, "That's what started this whole thing, isn't it, sweetheart?"

The nickname isn't said with the same fondness as before, instead it's with a condescending tone that goes straight to Johnny's cock.

"Might as well get on with it then."

John pulls him off as he says the words, as soon as he lets go of Johnny, he's diving right back to put his mouth back on the mans cock. But John holds him back with a hand over his mouth.

"I get what you mean. He certainly is a needy little bitch."

Simon drags him to his feet by his armpits, practically throwing him onto the desk on his back with the command to stay put. He motions towards Johnny as if he were a star prize being bought by John and steps back.

"You have the honors, captain."

Johnny watches as John stops between his legs, grabbing them and wrapping them around his waist before sinking two fingers into his ass.

"Oh, fuck." John whispers.

Simon makes his way to stand by Johnny's head, opening his pants just enough to pull his cock out, letting it hang over Johnny's face.

John shoves a third finger inside him as Simon grips his jaw, forcing his mouth open.

Simon shoves his dick into his mouth, letting out a low growl with the action. He moves his hand from Johnny's jaw to grip his neck, feeling his throat bulge slightly from his cock. His mind clouds over, and Johnny doesn't realize John removed his fingers until he's spearing him on his cock, making him moan, sending vibrations up Simon's cock.

The two move in tandem, when Simon thrusts in, John pulls out, and vice versa. It takes a few thrusts, but eventually John finds his prostate, and once he does he doesn't relent, hitting it on every thrust, making him practically scream.

"That your spot, love?"

Johnny whimpers, eyes watering again, tears spilling over as his superiors fuck him roughly, pushing him up and down the desk as he grinds into the air silently begging for someone to touch his dick. When neither one does he decides to take matters into his own hands, gripping his cocky and jerking himself in time with the other men's thrusts.

He's surprised when John is the one to smack his hand away.

"Neither of us told you to do that, did we? Simon, you didn't give your boy permission to cum did you?"

Simon hums, speaking indirectly to Johnny, "He can cum all he wants, but he's not allowed to touch himself, and no matter how much he cums, we're not stopping."

The two fuck into him impossibly harder, making him keen and moan. Simon stops moving, shoving his cock as deep as it can go before spilling into his mouth.

"Don't spill any—fuck Johnny."

Despite his best attempts to swallow it all, some of Simon's cum spills out of his mouth, rolling down the sides of his face to pool onto the table. Simon pries his mouth open again, this time not to push his cock in but to once again spit in it. An action of ownership, showing even though he's letting John fuck his boy, he still belongs to Simon. Johnny turns red, no matter how much he loves it it's still a humiliating action, especially in front of others. It makes Johnny cum, gasping and whimpering as his back arches. John fucks him harder, searching for his own release, causing Johnny to cry harder. He whines out something unintelligible, squeezing his eyes shut.

"What was that, pet?"

"Too—too much."

"I told you we wouldn't stop if you came, that's your own fault." Simon runs a hand over Johnny's face lightly. "Pet. Do you want to stop?" His voice turns soft and John slows down as they wait for his answer.

Johnny shakes his head vehemently.

"Words, love."

"No," Johnny's voice in breathy, "No sir."

Simon nods at John and he pulls out, flipping Johnny onto his stomach before he starts thrusting again, quickly picking up speed. Johnny's cock perks up again quickly as John hits his prostate consistently, pushing breathy moans out of Johnny.

It only takes all of a minute for John to reach his climax, completely ready to pull out but he's stopped by Johnny begging him to cum inside. His hips stutter as he cums deep inside of Johnny, pulling out when he's finished to watch it drip out of his hole. John curses, dipping down to press his mouth over Johnny's hole, licking inside and cleaning his cum out of him. Johnny yelps at the unexpected intrusion. Simon clicks his tongue, scruffing the back of Johnny's neck and pulling his head up. Johnny's eyes open slightly, crossing at the pleasure.

"You make such pretty noises, pet. But I believe I told you not to spill any of my cum, no?"

He drops Johnny's head back onto the desk, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it.

"Clean up your mess."

Johnny laps at the cum on the desk, moaning, stuck between grinding his cock on the edge of Simon's desk and pushing back on John's tongue. With the constant humiliation and pressure on his cock and ass, Johnny cums hard. Vision whiting out as his knees buckle and he collapses onto the desk.

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Johnny wakes up with his eyes still closed. Unintelligible speaking coming from voices he recognizes as Simon and the captain. His head is still fuzzy, still partially being in his headspace. He opens his eyes, finding himself on the small couch in Simon's office, buried under a blanket as the other two sit just a foot away from him, glasses of bourbon in front of them as they talk. He pulls a heavy arm out from under the blanket, whining lowly as he rubs it over his face. The two men stop talking and look towards him.

"How're you feeling, sweetheart?" Simon asks, getting out of his chair to sit on the arm of the couch next to Johnny's head.

"Feel good. Thirsty."

John throws Simon a water bottle off the desk, he opens it and places it to Johnny's mouth, holding it for him.

"Go slow."

"Th'nk you. 'M sorry."

"What for, love?"

Even after all that, they still tease him.

"F'r bein' a brat. And biting your dick."

Simon laughs at that, ruffling his hair.

"I forgive you pet."

Johnny closes his eyes again and falls back asleep to the sound of Simon and John continuing their conversation.

[allkordelia]

Keep Me in Your Thoughts (33)

"Fucking bastards. How dare them." I hiss slamming the door to my old chamber open as I walk in, I start to pace the room.

"The nerve of them to blame me for this, as if I was the one who animate the rebellion. I..." I point at myself as I face meleah who was watching on the bed, " did nothing but try to restore my name and give a home to my children, and yet this is my fault." I let out a bitter chuckle, foolish old man, those bastards, those...argh.

I grabbed the pitcher from the table and threw it against the wall above the fireplace before it fell to the floor, I grind my teeth as I stare at the empty space that use to have a painting there long ago before I threw it away.

"...my queen, what is going on," I snap my head around to look at meleah as she stare at me worried, "What are you talking about? What happened in the chamber–"

"Those bastards is incompetent that is what, they are blaming me for the rebellion that iron islands are starting because I am queen."

"What do you being queen have to do with the rebellion," I rub my temple as I stand still.

"Apparently, now the last old king of westeros is gone, lords are wondering if I will bend the knee to viserys. Which I will never do not even if he held a sword to my neck," I spit angrily, "So, now a rebellion is starting in the iron islands saying they want to be kings again, and the one whose trying to act like a king and viserys thinks the other houses will follow." I sigh putting my face in my hands, this all so tiring and stupid, I can easily stomp out this little rebellion easily with my dragon but no that will only make it worse they said.

"What do they want you to do? Do they want you to bend the knee?" Meleah ask, I drag my hands down my face and look at her.

"They gave me options." Meleah raise a brow.

"Options?" I nodded before looking down, this wasnt fair, I don't understand what I did to deserve to be put in this hell.

"They said I can either give up my crown to Aeron or bend the knee to house targaryen and become lady of the serpent islands."

"But if you don't." I look up at her with a small frown.

"Than, they will go back on our deal and isolate us from westeros, which mean we will have to go back to exporting our goods through Dorne and Esso." The idea of that might sound good but it isn't, many of the things we grow and make is from essos.

To westeros our goods are the finest things they ever eaten and worn, while in essos they are nothing more than sand to them. It will put us in ruins and dorne won't be enough for us from going penniless, it's hard to say but we need the seven kingdoms to strive.

"What are you going to do." I sigh walk over to the bed and flopping down next to meleah, my back hit the bed as I look up at the familiar patterns I grown to count and look when I was bored.

"I never wanted to be queen," I said looking to meleah as she stayed sit up watching me, "All I wanted was for my daughter not to end up like me, broken and hollow, nothing to her name but the men that surrounded her." I shook my head as I could feel the burning sensation behind my eyes, I covered my eyes with the palm of my hand to keep the tears from falling.

"I would have been happy as a lord's wife, no matter how they treated me, if they ask for heirs I would have given them all  until it killed me, if it meant my daughter didn't have to do it." I sniff rubbing my nose with the sleeve off my tunic, "I never ask for this...I didn't ask to be queen, or to rule a kingdom or be the reason a rebellion is started. I just wanted to my life in peace away from viserys."

A soft knock came from the door making me and meleah look at it, meleah at me as I look back at her before she turn her head and got up. I use my elbows to lift me up to see who was at the door, when i saw it was a servant I drop down and went back to looking at the patterns of the sheet that cover my old bed, the door was shut a second later before the bed dip. I look at meleah to find her looking at me as she hold up a message.

"Daemon and Caraxes were seen flying over the city, the king wishes for our presents to welcome him back." She said before tossing the message, I sigh closing my eyes, I wish I can wake up and be back where I was when I was a little girl.  In my bed back at Driftmark waiting for my mother to come get me for my flying lessons. What I would give to be that senseless and innocent little girl again, and not this shell of a woman who had to grow up so fast and be maneuver around like some puppet on the strings.

What am I going to do? Is my reign as queen over, I mull over that thought, Am I ready to give up the crown and title.

"Should we get going, my queen?"

I mean the thought of giving up the title as queen didn't really pain me bit the thought of having to bend in front of viserys and surrender to him is what irks me the most.

"Rhaelle."

I don't care about being queen, I will still be lady of the isles and it's not going to be a big adjustment for me.

"Rhaelle?"

But, I don't want it to seem like I gave up and make viserys and otto feel like they won, no I want ro make them think that they did, they like to play their  games with me. I can easily do the same, I still have a few things up my sleeve and they will see. 

"Rhaelle." Meleah voice snap me back to reality making me blink multiple times before looking over at meleah to see her lean over looking at me.

"What." She furrow her brows and tilt her head to the side.

"I said should we get going," I frown a little before shaking my head and move to sit up making meleah to lean back, "Do you want to leave?" She ask making me look at her with before saying no.

"...I have made my decision," I said getting up and walking over to the chest near the wardrobe.

"And?" She ask behind me as I shift through my gown trying to find a gown to wear.

"I have decided..." I trailed off as I push aside the other gowns to get to the one that I needed.

"You have decided." Meleah repeats edgy me to go on making me sit up with the gown I was looking for before going back to the bed.

"That I will step down as queen and give my crown to my son, if..." I stop as I admire the gown before putting it neatly on the bed for me to consider, as I look at it my stomach starts to turn and luckily not for the worse reason.

"Do you think they have pomegranates here?" I ask moving my hand to my stomach before rubbing it, meleah glance at me before she stood.

"I'll can call a servant and ask." I smile.

"Please, do I am famish." I move to go back to my chest to pull out matching shoes and them back to the bed.

As meleah pull the string for the servant, I started to undress with my back to her. I start at my boots tossing them to the side before going to unbuckle my belt and shimmy my trousers off before discarding them on the couch leaving me in my undergarment, i turn my head to see meleah talk to the maid in the threshold of the door making me turnnback around and look down as  I start unbutton the tight corset vest, I sigh in bliss finally getting the tightness of the corset off my stomach and breast.

"Meleah, can you help me get my gown on," I say turning to face the woman.

"Of course, my queen." I watch her turn around before stopping making me give her a raise brow in question, she recover whatever shock or stunness she wss experiencing before making her way towards me with a look of bewilderment in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" I ask looking st her warily, she look at me confused making me narrow my eyes at her, "Meleah? Are you okay." I ask again making her brow twitch before nodding her head.

"Yes, my queen. I am okay, " I hummed watching her as she move to get the dress off the bed, "Are you okay?" She ask as she glance at the dress and me.

"Yes, I'm fine." I said looking at her unsure, why was she asking me I was okay she was the one who looked like she saw a ghost.

"Good. Thats good." She mumble.

I raise my brow at her as she held the dress against her arm, I used her shoulder to balance myself as I step through into the dress. I frown a bit when meleah start to pull on the strings to tighten it.

"Can you not tighten it so much," I ask softly, "...it's making my breast and stomach ache." I heard meleah let out a sound before feeling the fabric loosen a bit.

"All done, my queen." I step away from her and when to the mirror, soon meleah was right beside me looking at me through the mirror. I nod my head as I turn left and right inspecting it.

"How do you feel. Is it to your liking, my queen." Meleah ask, I stare at myself for a second before nodded.

"It's uncomfortable as hell, but it will do." I ran my hand down the front of the gown with purse lips, it makes my breast look swollen and my arms look a bit chubby.

"Does this thing make me look fat." I look at meleah to see her gape at me.

"W-what, n-no. You look fine, my queen." I clench my jaw as I stare at the mirror, shes lying you do look fat, I sigh and bow my head in annoyance before lifting it.

"It's fine. Let's see if we can use my hair to take attention off my body," I sigh sadly moving over to the table with the mirror to take a seat, as I started to play with my hair I have yet see meleah in the mirror in front of me.

I called her name waiting for her to come as I try to run my hand through my hair to get the tangles out, I finally saw meleah and pinch my brows together at her timid look. I ask if she was alright and she nodded her hair with purse look, I made a face before trying to figure out what I can do with my hair.

@beggarsnotchoosey @cleverzonkwombatsludge @avidreader73 @green-lxght @spderm4nnnn @supermassiveblackhope @watercolorskyy @stargaryenx

[devil-in-the-darkness]

As I walk in the bed room my kitten sitting on the bed saying daddy bitting her lip come play with me cause I been an naughty girl and need to be pushment for not obey you when you tolded me to I look at her with an mad face wtf does that mean you look down I went to the store while you was gone and got me something to drink and I didn't mean to I as jut so thristy and you wasn't going be back till an another 1 hour and I was lonely and sad cause you wasn't here with as she giggle I came over to her kitten with my one hand wrap around her hair makeing her look at me why you giggle cause it at funny what you did tht what wrong with yall now disrespect us dom so yes you know what time it is as I slap kitten across the face while she is telling me Please wrap your hand around my neck and make me beg for you to fuck me as an fuck toy as I lay her down on the dresser bend her over I sperd her legs as I took her clothes off kissing her neck and lick her collarbone asking kitten do you like this as she giggle and moan yes I do daddy please don't stop I want you to take control of me and destroy my body and breed me as your own and make me pay for what I have done cause I have been an bad girl as she look back at me I wink ah yeah how bad have you been as she smile ummmm that what you have to find out as I slap her ass make it red and bite it who you belong to as she responded back to me Noone as she said that I slide my finger in who do you belong to as she laugh Noone bitch she said now yoyr going regert that remark you just made kitten as I grip her hips slide in with the strap makeing her moan know we going try this gain who tf you belong to and she said begging and moan you only you as I asked her who am I she said daddy and by hear her say them words daddy ummm fuck I ram my dick in her as hard and fast as I can as she gripping and bite the dresser leave nail and bite mark in it I pick her up throwing her on the bed grab her face make her look at me for saying make me and your not my daddy so I looked at her and she did me I lean back and slap the shot outta of her while blood start to come down her lip that it you cross the line eclipse we are over just as she said that I got more mad and hit her 3 more time but this time I turn her over and whip her with my metal belt and 1 with my hands bruise her lil ass while I ask her so you think you can just leave me you goddammit got it all wrong you belong to me Noone else as I look at her I said so are you leave me and she moan and said no I'm not I promise on the bible I'm not going leave and then that when I cut my neck blood trace down it then prove your not as she suck bite lick my blood she said ummm daddy I need more I love you master and sir I at going nowhere as my finger inside her she moan fuxk me like the slut I am and make it hurt destroy my lil innocent body it all your im all yours daddy and as I was finger her she got on top of me suck and drink rest of blood make me promise her thing as her eyes got dark and she became evil and sexy asf and horny looking at me in my eyes as she king and make me look at her she moan as my finger slip back in to her filling all her juice on the tip of them all she laughs evil ummmm sir you better never leave me either cause we are an whole and belong toghter as an 1 as we look at each other I finally turn her over and fucking her as her nails dig in my back and shoulder as I push harder filling her wetness all on me make me fuxk her harder with one leg up as I'm pound in her lil pink pussy as she moan and saying master I'm your slut what ever you want you do I have no say so and your the best plz font stop ruin me as I ram in her pussy she moans louder crying happy tears ummm I'm so wet and hot for you plz dont stop right there daddy oooo plz don't stop I'm bout t ooooo I'm bout to as we both cum I looked at her round to and she said giggle omg daddy you trying kill me I'm be die

[violetren]

Live Action Avatar episode 4 reaction.

Structurally this is maybe about on par with episode 2. Nothing too egregiously wrong in terms of non-sensical plot pacing. Although it didn't really have a strong start when we kicked everything off with Katara just bursting into the room like "Aang has been arrested and is being held by the king" in the middle of Sokka and Teo's argument with Sai, with no explanation given to why she is the one to know this or how.

Some how despite having relatively stronger plot cohesion than episode 3 it was about on par with it quality wise.

The dialogue still sucks ass, making it doubly unfortunate how they keep telling and not showing most of the character's emotional revelations.

Something that was particularly noticeable just how artificial and static all of the sets were. There was nothing dynamic in the mis en scene or the cinematography, to the point that it felt like it was interrupting the flow of the fight choreography.

We're also halfway through our run time for the series and Aang has yet to bend anything other than air, or interact with even 1 minor spirit, which had me dreading whatever the fuck stop start bullshit they will pull with the pacing of the next few episodes.

But hey, diversity win, Oma and Shu of Omashu founding legend fame are canonically lesbians now. I really hope they aren't expecting like applause for this development, but they are a netflix production so they probably are. But it's... nice? I guess?

My sympathies to the Kataang fandom for having the Secret Tunnel moments stolen out from under you btw.

They didn't manage to make me cry or even get misty eyed about Iroh losing Lu Ten, but they did at least have some decent showing not telling for that part, and it was a pretty solid Zuko scene. It was probably one of the better Iroh scenes too honestly.

Bumi's character was straight up assassinated. By which I mean his characterisation and portrayal were crap. Alas this version of Bumi lives on.

He was edgy and mean and I kept waiting for him to loosen up and act like that whole attitude had just been another stupid test to make sure Aang could commit to his beliefs or something, but no. They really did have Aang lecture Bumi on the power of friendship, culminating in yet another unearned and tonally dissonant "comedy" moment right at the end where Bumi and Aang go down the mail slides and judging by the shout after the dust plume, crash into the cabbage cart again.

At no point did ANYONE bring up the idea of Bumi teaching Aang earth bending. Also Katara was notably not present during the part of the fight where Bumi starts slinging earth disks off a pillar, which is one of her Big Moves against Pakku that is meant to be a symbol of how her bending has been influenced by her experiences around non-water benders. I guess it's impressive if she picks it up from a second hand story in a different way, but its mostly just gonna hit as another instance of off screen development combined with a weak ass callback when she uses it later.

Even going beyond the tonal dissonance of doing the goofy cartoon thing when they tried so hard to separate from it, the part that really annoys me is that they didn't do anything to set up the idea that Aang, or kid!Bumi or anyone really considered the mail chutes a fun past time within this version of canon. Which means anyone only watching this version gets to sit there like "okay??? fun i guess???" while the rest of us are left looking at this fan service crumb like "we were promised a meal???"

On a more positive note, Katara figured out ice and Jet got frozen to a stall.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Teaching Luffy How to Kiss (SFW)

Black Fem Reader

CW: Luffy being Luffy and Different kinds of Kissing really

You honestly had no clue of Luffy’s sexual past or if he even had one when you first joined the strawhats. You’ve all had sprinkled a little bit of each other’s once in a while when drinking and having little pow wow’s, but Luffy was never interested in talking about it. He was more focused on two things:

His goal.

And meat.

Somehow him being so carefree and not really caring of things like being in a relationship or doing anything intimate was attractive to you. Which sucked. You were growing an attraction to a man who shows none to anybody. But today surprised you.

You were cleaning the aquarium when Luffy came running in hollering your name,

“HEY Y/N!!! Robin wanted me to give you this book!” He giggled waving the small thing around.

“Oh thank you. I’ll be reading that later.”

“What is it about?”

You kind of side eye’d you captain for a moment, since when was he interested in books?

“Um…it’s just a stupid little romance book about a guy who’s afraid of getting with the girl he likes because he can’t kiss.”

Luffy laughed at the horrible description, “What?! That’s so stupid—“

“I know…”

“So what if he can’t kiss she should get with him!”

His slight interest in your book worried you a bit, however you have thought about asking Luffy questions similar to the topic at hand just to get an understanding of him.

…and because you have a fucking crush on the guy.

“Would you get with a girl that kissed badly, Captain?”

Luffy shrugged leaning on the wall beside you putting his arms behind his back, “I mean how can you kiss badly? I’ve seen people do it isn’t it just smashing your faces together?”

You hummed bending over slightly to wipe the glass window, “Have you ever kissed somebody , Luffy?”

“No…should I? Will it help me become a pirate king or something?”

You laughed at his curiosity, he had a tint of sarcasm behind it, but you were happy to hear some truth behind what he said, “No, but there’s nothing wrong with kissing someone…well not anybody moreso someone you like.”

“Have you kissed someone?” He walked over to you to look at your face.

“Yeah, I have kissed people before—-.”

“Did you like it?”

His quick response made you turn your head at him, and it made you feel a bit warm not realizing how close he was, his eyes were not on yours, but on your lips. You cleared your throat before sitting down on the seat to answer him.

“I liked a few…but some weren’t…so great…why did you want me to teach you?”

You were clearly joking with your last question and expecting a typical laugh and no from Luffy, but instead he did a faint chuckle with you and scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” He smiled wide, “Teach me! I bet I can be way better than the last guys you kissed!”

You pause for a moment, almost scruntching your face at the man in disbelief, and you thought he was kidding until he put down his hat and faced you criss cross apple sauce with excitement in his eyes.

You looked around a moment making sure you couldn’t hear or see anybody approach but Luffy grabbed your cheeks and pulled you towards his face.

“Stop worrying if someone comes in just teach me!”

“But don’t you want to kiss someone you like?” You mumbled seeing as Luffy enjoyed squishing your cheeks together

“I do like you! I like you a lot ! You’re the only girl I’d kiss, stupid!” He did his typical snicker which made you swallow hard, really? How the hell were you supposed to know he liked you he showed no affection towards you ever?

“Okay…” You moved back and sat in front of Luffy, “You have to stop smiling, first.”

“Hahaha i cant you look so cute nervous it’s funny!”

“I’m not nervous!” You pouted making him squeeze your cheeks again. “You’re annoying.”

“But you like me thoughhhhhhhh.”

“N-no I don’t!”

“Yes you do you look at me the same way Sanji looks at women and you blush a lot when I talk to you!”

“I’m brown I can’t blush!”

“So?! Your cheeks still change color!”

You grumbled in his warm palms, but looked back at him still smiling, you push back and you cup his cheeks.

“You better not burp in my mouth.” You pout.

“No promises!”

You sigh and lean into his face, you closed your eyes and Luffy noticed this and stopped smiling, instead he got nervous, you smelled really good and clean and your lipgloss was so shiny! You planted your supple lips on his slightly dry ones and stayed there for a second. Luffy placed his hand on yours and kept his eyes open the whole time. You were a really good kisser in his mind.

“Why we’re your eyes open?!” You pull back noticing him stare back at you blankly.

“I’m supposed to close my eyes too?!”

“YES?! You look like a weirdo staring at me it’s like sneezing with your eyes open!”

“Oh I can do that too.”

“Good Lord..”

Luffy bounced up and down licking his lips, “Your lips taste like…chocolate.”

“Boy…”

“No seriously! It’s very sweet. But you Gatta do it again you didn’t move.”

“Wha—“

“See look like this—“

Luffy Grabs the back of your head and kisses you but with way more force. He grabs your thigh under your skirt, squeezing it making you open your eyes in shock, he sees your eyes open and uses his now free hand to close your lids with his fingers, his kiss was very sloppy and it felt like he wanted to eat you but it wasn’t until he slid his tongue in your mouth you had to grab onto his muscular arm.

“See!” A String of spit was disconnected from your both when Luffy wiped his mouth with the back of his palm. “That’s how you kiss!”

You were speechless. This man really had no filter, “Wh-where did you learn to kiss with tongue!?”

“I don’t know I’ve seen it once back in Dressrosa.”

You sat back in the cushioned seat but Luffy wasn’t finished he liked tasting you and he wanted more. And whatever the caption wants he gets.

He grabs your waist and plops you on his lap pulling you down to kiss you again, but you grab his chest.

“Wait wait what are you doing?!”

“I like you. I like Kissing. Let’s keep kissing, you still have to teach me more! Like…what’s that thing where the girl sticks her tongue out and the guy su—-“

“LET’S TRY ONE THING AT A TIME, LU!” You cover his mouth but he laughs and moves your hand down.

“Okay! Now kiss me again!”

You peck his lips and pull back quickly.

“Mmhm. Again.” Now he started puckering his lips in anticipation and it was literally so cute you cupped his squishy cheeks and gave him a real kiss.

Luffy was a pretty fast learner, his kisses were still a bit wetter than it should be but his lips became soft due to him practically stealing your lip gloss from your own lips, but it felt good.

“H-hey!” You squealed feeling his hand squeeze your bottom “You getting a bit frisky now! Where did you learn that?!”

Luffy Just shrugs and says in a deadpanned expression,

“I seen a lot of stuff in Dressrosa.”