#preoccupied with ur own needs

[hearty-an0n]

card spread for the game: page of swords, knight of pentacles, nine of cups (reversed)

[desktopmermaid]

Each generation of Jo’s story has some form of saving the world but their attitude towards it is different..

[pinksturniolo]

summer smash

chris and matt sturniolo x fem reader

a blurb from the versus universe

summary: chris and matt decide to take you with them to chicago for the summer smash festival. later that night in the hotel room, when matt shows you what he filmed on his vlog camera, a certain idea sparks his interest…

content warnings: heavy smut, threesome (no male on male/incest), poly relationship, oral male and fem receiving, doggy, sex tape, fluff (literally a summer smash lmao)

disclaimer!: this story is purely fictional and came from my own twisted mind, pls don’t take anything in this fic literally. i highly doubt matt and chris would ever share a girl, however for us horny freaks, the idea is fun 😂 and matt if ur lurking and you see this… no you didn’t 🩷

matts large hand wraps around your calf as he tugs you towards the end of the bed, standing over you with his vlog camera in his other hand.

he captures the sight of your wet, throbbing core as he spreads your legs wider by pushing your thighs open, his teeth digging into his bottom lip at the view of you beneath him. squirming.. leaking… practically buzzing with the need to feel his fingers against you.

but he doesn’t touch you there just yet, a hint of a smirk on his face as he locks eye contact with you. “touch yourself. i wanna see you get even wetter for me.”

his instructions somewhat shock you since you’ve never touched yourself in front of him before but your heart is racing with the thrill of him watching you, lust pumping through your veins.

“go ahead darling. for me?” he coaxes, noticing your brief moment of hesitation. his voice is sweet like honey and he holds the camera steady, his eyes focused on your fingers as you drag them down your pelvis, slowly dipping them into your folds.

he still holds your legs open, his one hand gripping your inner thigh. his mouth starts to part when you rub your fingers back and forth slowly through your pussy, the feeling of increasing wetness coating you and a small whine escapes your throat.

“mmm such a good girl aren’t you?” he says, the words coming out breathy as matt finds it a little hard to resist pulling his achingly hard dick out right now and slipping inside you. but he’s enjoying this game of simon says and it’s going to be especially fun later when he watches it back on his camera.

see, matt’s always had the fantasy of recording you. capturing you in your most vulnerable moments with him. the way you sound as you moan for him, the way your body looks as he brings you to the cusp of pleasure, the sinful way your eyes roll into the back of your head as he thrusts into you.

it all started as you were laying next to him a few moments ago, his arms wrapped around you as your head laid on his chest, excited as he showed you what he filmed earlier at the festival.

you wanted nothing more than to go to the concert with them but had other obligations for work, however they still insisted you come with them on the trip.

matt’s excitement turned into lust when he saw the silk shorts you had on, your bare thighs squishing together on the bed and once his hands started running over your skin, he just couldn’t turn down the opportunity to get you naked on camera.

after all, it was for his eyes only. chris was preoccupied in the shower and he had every intention of using this time to act out his little fantasy.

“does it feel good baby?” he asks and you nod, your eyes slipping close as you dip one finger inside, your spongy walls tightening.

“keep your eyes on me.” he says and your eyes snap back open at his request, his icy blue gaze sending another wave of pleasure through you.

“rub that clit for me.” is his next order as he focuses the view of your nimble fingertips circling your bundle of nerves, your body more than happy to obey his demands.

you whine loudly now, incredibly wet from touching yourself and observing the way matt watches you, a slight flush of pink on his face, his mouth parted and veins in his forearm showing as he grips your thigh even harder.

“matt…” you breathe, unable to hold back the neediness in your tone.

“yes?” he replies, licking his lips as he leans down now, resting on his knees in front of you, his hand moving dangerously close to where you want him the most.

“please.. touch me.” you beg him and his smirk grows wider at your response, his eyes flicking up to your face.

“is that what you want sweetheart? you want me to help you out?” he chides, the condescending tone of his voice making you clench around nothing.

“yes, please. so bad.” you’re shameless in the way you want him and he’s more than happy to oblige as the camera captures him slipping his middle and third finger into your dripping hole, the metal of his cold rings against your skin making you moan loudly.

he curls them inside you as he goes deeper, pressing against your sweet spot.

“fuck baby, i can’t wait to be inside you.” he all but moans, his words making you drip down his hand.

“feels so- mmm -gooood” you babble, struggling to keep your words coherent as he pumps his fingers into you at a merciless pace, the lewd sounds of your wetness being heard.

“yeah? keep talking to me baby, you sound so fucking pretty like this… all worked up for me..” he rasps and you just about cum from his praises alone before he sets the camera down, now completely set on having you orgasm on his fingers, bringing his head down to suction his lips around your clit.

he swirls his tongue, sucking and lapping at your clit while brushing your g spot repeatedly with his his fingers, his breaths coming out in hot puffs as he buries his face into you.

with a loud moan of matt’s name, the coil that’s been building in your abdomen releases at the same time you hear the bathroom door open, and see chris step out from the corner of your eye.

you turn your head to see him standing there, steam filtering out from the shower he just finished, a white towel hanging low on his hips. droplets of water fall from his hair as he stares back at you and the sight of your legs shaking around matt’s head sparks jealousy within him.

"I leave for 10 minutes and this is what happens, huh?" he complains, walking towards the bed.

your heart rate is increasing again from seeing chris in just the little hotel towel, barely coming down from the high matt just gave you.

"couldn't help myself..." matt mumbles, still lust drunk and eyes locked on your body as he gets up from his knees, gripping your hips and turning you over so you're face down on the bed now.

"think you can cum for me again my love?" he asks, smoothing his hands over your curves before he grabs the camera again, the perfect view of your ass out for him, as he positions his cock against your entrance.

"yes.." you say, and you look up to see chris's shocked but intrigued expression as he takes notice of matt filming you, his towel still around his hips as he sits back against the headrest of the bed.

"what the fuck matt? are you making a sex tape? did she even consent to this?" he asks and you can't but giggle as he looks at you, a slight tone of concern in his voice.

matt simply scoffs at his question. "you're ruining my video, idiot."

before anyone else can say anything, matt slides inside you with ease, both of you letting out sounds of pleasure as he sets a slow pace that steadily builds you up to the edge once again.

chris watches with growing arousal as he sees the expressions of pleasure on your face. it's one of his favorite things about you - how lost you get in moments like these. the sight is so enticing that without realizing it, his hand grazes over his own growing arousal through his towel. he bites down on his bottom lip, unable to break eye contact with you. you want him to feel good just as much as you're feeling right now.

it's not foreign to the three of you, to let them both share you. usually, you split your time in between the two of them. but in moments like these, when you had them both to yourself, they were more than happy to please you at the same time.

from an outside perspective it can be alarming and taboo. and weird. but to the three of you, it became the most sexually satisfying and almost natural relationship to be experienced. at first, the arrangement was hard as you navigated the uncharted territory of sharing your heart, body, and soul with two vastly different men.

but once the initial hesitation melted away, a world of unparalleled intimacy opened before you. chris and matt became your twin flames, each illuminating unique facets of your deepest desires. with chris, passionate trysts of unbridled lust set your very being ablaze, his insatiable hunger to possess you leaving you breathless. matt, in contrast, worshipped you with a tenderness that rendered you amazed, cherishing every inch of your form as if it were a masterpiece crafted solely for his reverence.

you existed in a realm of pure ecstasy, the three of you inseparable as you reveled in the delights of your unorthodox bond.

"need some help baby?" you ask and he wastes no time shuffling closer to you, your face now directly in his crotch as he tugs the towel down, eager to feel your mouth on him.

matt picks up speed a little as you feel him deep inside you and you whine as stick out your tongue, sliding it along the side of chris's cock before smushing your wet lips against it. he groans and lets out a deep moan, his jaw slackening as he watches you.

he grips your hair tight in his hand and pushes his cock into your mouth. "did my sweet girl get off without me, hm? being all needy with matt while i was in the shower" he says with a smirk.

his words cause you to moan around him, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through his body. you look up at him with the most innocent of expressions, and he pants as your lashes flutter, taking him deeper into your mouth and down your throat.

"fuck.. you're so beautiful.." he groans while his hands find their way to your breasts, kneading them gently, as your hips rocked back and forth, meeting matt's every thrust. It was a symphony of lust and desire, with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, accompanied by your muffled moans and chris's whimpers.

"damn, you're so wet..." matt groaned, his voice raw with lust. "I bet you've been dreaming of this, haven't you, baby?"

you moaned in response, too consumed by pleasure to form coherent words. matt's angle changed, hitting that spot deep inside you, sending electric jolts of pleasure shooting through your body.

your orgasm is fast approaching, and between their combined efforts, it feels so damn good that you think you might just pass out from pleasure. you clench around matt so tight he's seeing stars and your muffled cries are heard as you cum around his dick.

through it all, you manage to keep your head bobbing sloppily on chris, his hands still holding your hair as you suck him off as best as you can with matt pounding into you from behind.

"shit baby, feels so fucking good.." chris says and he shudders, his seed spilling onto your face, as matt slammed into you one last time, filling you up.

all three of you are spent and panting, your bodies covered in a mix of sweat and arousal and once matt catches his breath and cleans you up, he goes to run the shower again, letting you know to join him when you're ready.

chris holds you close to him before you go, pressing sweet kisses to your cheek. "that little fucker is crazy if he thinks i'm not getting my own fuckin' fancy camera to make our own private movie. better than whatever mediocre shit he filmed..."

a/n: in conclusion im a whore for chratt im sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

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[fckmebarnes]

imagine lawyer bucky having you under his desk sucking his cock and playing with his cock while he has meeting or important phone calls

note; this turned out way longer than i expected it too!!! i’ve been thinking of lawyer!bucky a lot and i need him more in my life so…maybe ill add him to my universe <3

minors dni! 18+ smut. cockwarming, bucky fucks you while on a call, he ties ur wrists, he’s just kinky ok. i need him

i’ve been thinking about this lately :(

you keep his cock warm with your mouth - he knows this and you know this. it’s what you’re best at when you come with him at work.

he doesn’t normally bring you along - you’re a distraction. he knows it and you know it. you use it to your advantage to get what you want.

and you always get what you want.

that’s how you’re in this position now, knees against the shaggy tan carpet, hunched over bucky’s lap. you’re completely naked, except the underwear he made you keep on just so the toy he pushed snug in your cunt that morning while you were asleep - stays in.

his desk shielded you, no one would know you were under there. the wooden oak desk was one of bucky’s prized possessions after he opened his firm.

“it was my fathers,” you remembered him telling you, watching as he trailed one of his flesh fingers down the dark oak. you knew it was important to him, and it made you feel special he allowed you this close to it.

your mouth, however, was preoccupied with bucky’s cock shoved down your throat. he was on a business call? you heard his voice try to not grunt with great effort as your tongue moved on its own accord. it traced the small outlines of the veins of his dick, making him grip your hair harshly.

he leaned back in his chair just enough to see your eyes looking up up him with the most innocent face he had ever seen your face adorn.

he wanted to ruin it.

he took his metal hand and brought it up to his faces, resting his pointer finger against his pink plush lips.

“shhh..” you only groaned in response as you felt his hips buck up, his metal hand flying for your hair and digging his fingers deep. he tugged onto you, the tip of his cock hitting the back your throat as he cleared his.

“gentlemen, i know we have to come to some type of settlement, surely?” his voice was i wavered, as if he wasn’t fucking the shit out of your mouth at the same exact time.

you heard some response above you, meaning the phone was just above your head. you felt your cunt throb at the thought of them being able to hear you get throat fucked.

“o can’t do another trial. i’d have to file an adjournment request for it and i just don’t have the time.” he looked down at you as he said that, his hands being very full at the moment.

your hands were gripping his clothes thighs. he only wanted to pull himself out through the zipper of his slacks. he had some class.

grunting at a particular harsh thrust, he leaned over to mute the call before pulling you out from under the desk, ultimately emptying your mouth of his cock.

you whines in response, and he just chuckled as he bent you over the desk, slapping your ass harshly with his right hand. his metal one snaked up your spine, fluttering touches against your skin making you break out in goosebumps and soft whine escaped your lips.

“i’m going to unmute this call, and when i do - my cock is going to be buried deep in this sweet pussy,” he paused, his metal hand finding the nape of your neck as your elbows dig into the cool wooden oak, your hips pressing against the edge surely to leave a mark.

but you didn’t care. you wanted to remember this moment.

the one where he had his legs in between yours to knock them spread wider, your cunt glistening and soaked just from being his desk pet and sucking his cock alone. he knew how needy you got, he knew you would keep begging and begging under you couldn’t take it anymore.

and he loved it.

he undid his belt fully now, pushing his slacks and boxers down as your back was arched perfectly for him. he took his shit jacket off the back of his chair and folded it up enough to create a cushion before positioning it under your head as a pillow.

“hands behind your back, princess.” his voice was low making your shiver, and you heard the metal clink behind you.

fuck.

he grabbed your wrists as soon as you laid your head down on the make shift jacket pillow and sighed as he tightened the belt comfortably around your wrists.

“you look so pretty like this, baby. spread open wide for me while on a call. you love this, don’t you?” you nodded, biting your lip before being brought back to the moment when you heard bucky’s name being called from the speaker across the desk from your face.

“james? you there?“ he leaned over, the tip of his cock pushing into your cunt as he leaned over the entirety of you to unmute the call. this had him bottom out fully into you.

“still here, sorry about that. look, tell you what - i’ll withdraw my motion,” he stood back up enough to pull his cock out of your cunt all the way, admiring the way you looked bent over and bare for him. “if you get your client to at least send his discovery.” he pushed back in easily, your slick collected at the base of his cock as he pumped in and out of you with ease.

you listen to the men grovel to each other again as bucky out the call back on mute and grilled your hips harshly before slamming into you.

“such a good girl, you know that? staying quiet while my dick is deep inside your pussy. you’re fucking soaked, you know that?” he grinned as you let out a moan, his cock twitching at the sound.

“you sound so good baby, keep making those pretty noises. it’s music to my fucking ears.” he groaned as you moaned again, his metal hand wrapping around your waist to find your clit and pressing his thumb firmly.

“bucky,” you whined gently, biting your lip and looking at him with the most innocent and naive eyes you could give him.

“awe, what is it, doll? you want me to touch your swollen clit?” you nodded as he started slow circles, his cock still deep inside of you and stretching you out so much you were borderline cock drunk.

“please i..” you let out a moan as he pushed harder, your cunt pulsing around his cock with each stroke.

“beg for it.” his voice was deep and direct, sending a tingle right to your core. he felt it as soon as you clenched around him, tears pricking your eyes as the men continued to bicker.

“please bucky, please fuck me..! i need it so bad i..” you felt his right hand push your face further into the suit jacket as he moaned your name, feeling his cock twitch as your cunt pulsed. his thumb went in fast circles, making your toes curl and your stomach tighten.

“go on baby,” he groaned as he heard his name again and unmuted the call. “i don’t know, honestly. i can have my legal assistant take a look at my calendar.” he muted again before continuing his assault on your clit.

“cum for me, show me how much you want it. how much you need my cock.” you moaned loudly, biting your lip and felt a heat rise to your cheeks. your eyes kept trained on bucky’s his chest heaving and those stupid dog tags peaking through his unbuttoned dress shirt clinking against his chest.

you couldn’t speak as soon as you felt your orgasm hit, your cunt clenching his cock and your fingernails digging into your pals as your body went limp a giant the desk. it felt like heavy, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin mixed with each others fluids.

his moans as he kissed up your back and leant over your body with his as you felt his cock twitch and instantly filled to the brim. his lips kissed the shell of your ear with the breathy moan.

“you’re so good to me, baby.” he whispers gently against your ear, his breathing slowing as he sat up and leaned back.

he pulled his cock from your drippy cunt just enough to see his cum spilling out of you. he chuckled before leaning over and undoing the belt from your wrists

he rubbed them with his cool metal hand before pulling you up and into his lap, taking his suit jacket with him and you bottoming out on his cock once again.

“keep my cock warm while i settle this case, okay baby?”

[aphroditesswan]

hello pls i saw ur opening for smut requests can u write with these Fetishes : size kink + dom bottom [kinich or anyone rlly] and hes like ur best Friend and u asked him to teach u how to ride or something 😛 😛

tysm for opening requests

but of course 👅👅

fem reader + mexican kinich, riding, size kink, slow sex, body worship, praise

“i’m sorry?”

there was absolutely no way in celestia kinich heard you right. he turned towards you, forgetting whatever now meaningless task he was otherwise preoccupied with before he swore he heard you ask something insane.

“can you… teach me how to ride you?”

you looked so embarrassed but so confident and sure in your request, almost like you were simply hiring him for a commission. he could feel his sweats tighten at the thought, turning to the side to hold his face and lick his lips at his own fantasy. fuck.

god kinich was enjoying this sight. you’re smaller frame atop him, face contort in pleasure and concentration as you bounce on him and eyes begging him to let you do this yourself.

and how could he ever resist? you looked so eager to please him and don’t get him started on the view. the way your chest moved with every lift and fall of your hips, along with your uneasy panting.

having you above him felt so good, he could die there happy and no need for the oath of resurrection.

“kinnnn, focus! help me here..”

you whine down at him, a small lift of his hips in response along with a newfound grip on your hips.

“no-! not like that, just tell me what to do!”

you placed your hands on his chest in an effort to slow him, lifting your own hips a bit. he sighed softly, his hold on you still never faltering as he looked up at you with such dazed and pretty eyes.

“struggling up there, mi princesa? sure you don’t need a hand?”

he slowly moved one hand towards your aching clit, fingertips lightly grazing over the skin as he ran his hand down from your hip. he was drinking up this sight, but of course he had to help out his girl.

“lean forward and move your ass up and down, hermosa.”

you obliged obviously, getting used to the movement a starting to quicken your pace atop him.

“ah- wait, princesa wait. theres no rush, slow and steady does it. there you go.”

he guided you through riding him, hands planted firmly around your ass as he moved you up at down at a slow pace. this brought you down onto him, your chest touching his as you moaned in his ear with your hands moving up his chest and stopping at the base of his neck.

fuck, he could get used to this. the feeling of you against him, being raw inside you and having you melt against him entirely at his mercy even as you’re on top of him.

“such a good girl for me, yeah? doing so good, such a faster learner, princesa.”

he moved his hand back to your clit, rubbing rhythmic circles with his thumb and kissing from your cheek to your neck as you rode him. the sound of your moans and whimpers in his ear was heavenly, he could cum from that alone.

“there you go baby, there you go. go ahead and cum for me, ‘m right behind you,”

kinich groaned into your skin, leaving soft kisses along it as he felt himself release inside you—something he’d deal with later when he wasn’t so enthralled by you.

kinich was thanking the archons that you came to him for this, and he was going to make sure that you came to him every single time.

hope yall enjoy 🫦🫦

[princessbrunette]

just thinkin about pope n innocent!reader,,, and her calling him daddy while he has her on her lap stuffing her w his fingers :( just thinking…

also, could i please be 📝 anon? :) i loovee ur writing

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pope liked to reward good behaviour. he found positive reinforcement worked well with you, and was happy to use that to his advantage as it kept the two of you content.

if you were to make a good suggestion to the pogues, you were rewarded with something small and quiet as acknowledgement to your deed, like a kiss on the temple or a reassuring smile and nod. if you were to go out of your way to do something kind or helpful, like bringing him food when he’d forgotten to eat — or sewing up his shirt that got ripped on a pogue mission, you’d be rewarded with copious praise and affection, calling you his ‘good girl’ which seemed to be your favourite, melting like putty in his hands each and every time.

now these were things he did naturally, for nothing in return, purely because he wanted to. but it didn’t go unnoticed that the sweeter he was on his girl, the softer and more vulnerable you’d become — stripping you down to your most true self. he wanted you, wanted all of you— so he’d keep going, keep praising to work you out. you were popes favourite thing to study.

when you’d been consistently well behaved through the entire day, even when odds were against you — he’d often help you unwind with your favourite type of reward, having you on his lap with his long skilful fingers deep inside.

“i know, i know. how’s it feel when it rub you like this, hm? can you talk to me?” he used his softest tone on you, not the voice he uses to sark at jj or argue against john b’s outrageous plans. he was his softest, most relaxed with you — and he loved that you brought that out of him.

“i—i like it, m’gonna cum soon.” you wail but it’s muffled into the smooth skin of his shoulder muscle, the plane that had been bearing all of your pleased tears and sounds.

“thats good, bambie. gonna keep rubbing that pretty clit just like this okay?” he lilts his voice gently, tilting his head when you don’t respond, too focused on breathing out heavy breaths against him. he noses at your cheek, craning down to try and get your eyes on him. “okay?” he repeats and you screw your eyes shut, nodding.

“‘kay, daddy.” you release with a held breath. he’s kind of glad your eyes were shut, because it catches him off guard for a second, blinking down at you as he continues to work his fingers inside you, thumb resting over your button.

daddy.

he couldn’t say he was surprised that you were into that kind of thing, infact — jj had in a way predicted it in once when the two of them were out on the boat fishing. something along the lines of “nah dude she’s real sweet. i see why you like ‘er. got the whole innocent, ‘daddy please fuck me’ thing goin’ on, ‘ya know?” now at the time, pope had been too preoccupied with scolding jj over being vulgar about his girl to entertain the conversation, but now it was coming back to him and he realised he was right.

it definitely made sense. bad relationship with your own father which had wound you up in his arms— someone calm, nurturing, enforces gentle rules and guidance, teaches you new stuff. even away at college before he met you he was a magnet to a certain demographic of girl, one who needed a gentle demeanour and occasional firm hand.

he wracks his brain for what to say as he drops a long kiss to your forehead, blinking rapidly as thoughts fire off. he wants to please you, wants to be that for you— and for once he hadn’t done his ample research beforehand to really support you through it. he decides on something simple, trying it out.

“daddies right here, let it go for me, pretty girl.” he’s more of a natural than he realised, and as if he flipped some sort of switch— you gasp, clutching onto him hard as he feels you gush around his fingers in a water-fall like consistency.

you slur a bunch of nonsense against his skin as he shushes you kindly, ears pricking up and heat rising to his face and cock each time the word ‘daddy’ comes out muffled against his shoulder. if daddy was what you needed, daddy was what you’d get. he better get studying.

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[songsofadelaide]

Hey!! just wanna say ive been obsessed w ur works and was wondering if u can do a hoshina drabble/ fic based on P1harmony’s Fall in Love Again (aaaaa pref if past/present can be soichiro & hoshina orrr narumi & hoshina) hust an idea that popped in my mind cause the song kept showing up in my fyp!! thank u so muchh!!

Anon you and your big brain! 🤩 I'll have you know I love the angst between the Hoshina brothers so I might as well! Since you've given me the idea. ✨

✧ Fall In Love Again - P1Harmony

candor — another side story to radiant point. | refulgence

There was a time when you thought of Soichiro as your first love. There was a time when you thought he would turn your way.

After being fed the fairy tale of true love time and again and having eaten of it until its flavours were bland in your mouth, you soon came to realise that all you were fed was false hope. Soichiro was his family's ultimate incarnation, while you were but a paltry offering by yours. Though paltry you were, you were all your family had. Your beauty was their pride and joy, but it certainly wasn't enough to win the heart of your supposed betrothed.

As you grew up alongside the Hoshina brothers, it became clearer to you that it would have made more sense to have been offered to the second son instead. Not only were you two closer in age, but you also shared a deeper friendship with him— the kind that made you forget all about the existence of his older brother, and what his existence meant for your own.

Soichiro did turn your way. Only you were too preoccupied to notice.

The older boy was evidently surprised at how you were able to hold yourself against him during one of your sparring sessions. It had only been a matter of months since you started swordsmanship training under your father but you had a mastery of the basics now and even had a certain flair for precision. But regardless of your exponential growth, you were still outclassed by him, and he toppled over you as easily as kicking a potted plant to the ground.

"Nice try, beggar princess. Let me tell ya somethin' while we're here," Soichiro stated as he turned his back on you. "You're leavin' yourself wide open in other areas, but other than that, your stance is perfect."

He didn't want to admit that there was a beauty in your ferocity, too. Not with his little brother watching you both so intently. He'll settle with berating you until you've had enough. It's not like you were going anywhere, anyway. As far as he knew, his family owned you now.

That time you thought of Soichiro as your first love was a joke.

It was only because you fed into your family's narrative that a daughter like you needed a husband like him. As you grew older, the prospects of him ever becoming a tolerable husband dimmed by the day. He acknowledged your skill now, but he was still an awful person at the end of the day. Awful in that he had no sense of delicacy at all, even when it came to you, who was supposed to be his wife in the future.

Now that you were sixteen, the fairy tale was over, or the curse had been lifted, and you finally decided for yourself that you wanted no part in Soichiro's plans for you in the future, whatever those may be.

So you did what he thought you would never have the courage to do.

"I thank you and your family for your kindness to me, and I apologise, oji-san, but I don't want to marry Soichiro-san," you stated as you prostrated yourself before the Hoshina patriarch. "As much as I would have loved to be part of your family, Soichiro-san's attitude leaves much to be desired."

Was he hearing things right? He was the one who had attitude problems?

Soichiro sat there in complete shock at your declaration, but Soshiro was even more surprised at it unfolding. Their father didn't look too nonplussed by your statement. He knew that his eldest son was a little devil who thrived in discouraging both you and his younger brother, only for you to show him results time and again.

He also knew that Soshiro challenged his older brother for your hand, not just once, but more times than he can remember. Perhaps he can turn you around once more by opening a simple possibility. "Is there nothing that can change your mind? Your family agreed to an engagement, after all."

"I..."

I want Soshiro.

But you couldn't say it. You were in no position to make any demands even if they were freely offered to you. And what would Soshiro say about that? He was more than happy to be your friend, but would he ever accept you as his bride?

No, you've done enough dreaming for the last ten years.

"I'm afraid not, oji-san."

It was only when you left their estate that the brothers spoke once more until it eventually evolved into another duel— like the wild beasts that they were.

"You should have said something back then!" Soichiro exclaimed between his slashes and parries. "Why didn't you ask her and tell her to stay? That you would have treated her better than I ever would? I mean, you already do, but—"

"Are you kidding?! You already ran her out of the family! She already made it clear that she wants nothing to do with us! What makes you think she'd want to stay here?!" Soshiro shot back at him, mirroring his speed and movements until they were all but a single blur of swords and wind.

This blockhead second son knew nothing, of course. Soichiro was annoyed beyond sense at how dense his little brother was. Was he the only one who saw the smile that lit your face every time Soshiro welcomed you to their estate? Was he the only one who noticed how sweet your laughter sounded when it was Soshiro at the other end of the joke? Or how you once said in confidence that you preferred Soshiro's presence over his own because he was unbearable to be with, even though it was all his doing?

Soichiro got his just deserts and it annoyed him to no end. Because once more, he faced the prospect of being second best to his little brother, who grew in strength and skill with each passing day and even managed to win your heart all the same.

"Hgk—!"

But it was his brother's blade on his neck now. Soshiro got the one-up against him without any handicaps this time. His usually boisterous little brother withdrew his sword and quietly stared down at him. Soshiro did not look at him with a sense of superiority, but that of revulsion. The very same emotion in your eyes when you bade him farewell that day.

"I'm going to ask for her in my own time. You better not get in my way when that happens."

Your promotion to Third Division Platoon Leader was met with quiet celebration. Many of your fellow team members rejoiced in the opportunity to work under you this time as their leader. You were known to give out measured and concise orders that allowed every single one of them to seamlessly weave through the field and get the job done with minimum risks and casualties.

When Captain Ashiro congratulated you and presented you with your badge in her office, she let you in on a little secret only she and a handful of other superior officers were aware of. "When you first took the exams, you received a commendation from Captain Hoshina Soichiro of the Sixth Division."

Huh. You heard her right once. "I did not know that."

Captain Hoshina Soichiro of the Sixth Division vouched for your skills. If this was his way of making amends for his terrible treatment of you in the past, it was a pretty gesture, but still far too late.

"In his recommendation, he detailed how your family was a close associate of theirs and how you learned swordsmanship alongside him and our Vice Captain."

"That's true, Captain. Much of my skill was honed under their roof."

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you suddenly shift from Kendo to Fencing?"

Your Captain's question elicited a small laugh from your lips. "You might think it a petty reason, Captain, but I changed sword arms just so I could be better than them at something."

You gently touched the shiny new badge clipped to the collar of your formal regalia. "Soshiro... I mean Vice Captain Hoshina is someone I looked up to very much when we were children. If I may be so bold to say that he inspired me to take up swordsmanship."

"Hmm. I see," came Mina's short but understanding reply to you. "Just as Hoshina is important to me on the battlefield, I'll also be counting on you to carve open a path for me and everyone else."

"Of course, Captain, ma'am!" You said resolutely, followed by a crisp salute that matched the sharpness of your outfit today.

"Will you marry me?"

Soshiro asked you that question in the dead quiet of the night as he held you close in his arms. The silence of your quarters and the stillness of the rest of the base made it feel like you were the only two people in the world.

"Yes," you said with a small swallow of saliva to wet your mouth. "As long as you aren't gonna be like your brother."

"I'm nothin' like him now, am I?" He chuckled at your assumption. "If I wanted to be like him, I would've chased you out of our home the moment I saw ya."

"Mm. I suppose you're right about that," you nodded at him. You contentedly sank into his touch when he moved to cup your warm cheek in his hand. "You're nothing like him at all."

"Good to know. That's high praise comin' from you."

As another comfortable silence lingered over your tired figures, a memory of the past crossed your mind. "Do you remember that time I told your father I didn't want to marry your brother?"

That day was one he would never forget any time soon. "As clear as day."

"I nearly begged for you instead," you told him with a soft laugh.

"You should have. I would've been there beggin' right next to ya!"

"In the end, everything worked out for this beggar princess," you said with a small sigh. "Gosh, I still can't imagine myself as your brother's wife. It kinda gives me the creeps."

A bout of tender laughter left Soshiro's lips this time. He raised your hand to his face and pressed a soft kiss on your palms, near the range of calluses you had from gripping your sabre. "You don't have to imagine anything other than our future together."

You mirrored his actions and planted a similarly gentle kiss on his cold knuckles, your breath blooming warmth into his fingers. He weaved his fingers into yours, as though sharing that little glow with you "Of course. For as long as we're fighting for it."

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[sukunasweetheart]

im gonna tell you my favorite thing about sukuna right neow because i think youd be the best writer to write this (i jus love you) of yoru uncomfortbale, its ok. But hear this knowledge i know that you may not know or if you do thats GREAT.

sukuna can lactate. CANNONICALLY.

PLEASEEEEE lmfoaksdn i love this... ive read a few fics with trueform sukuna lactating and maybe its my turn to do a little something for it too... this is ur warning lmao it turns very smutty at the end bye

its good for a little sub!sukuna too, he's never let anyone come near his chest except you, so he'd probably be new to all the sensations youd give him ^^ you're overexcited and sukuna is probably grimacing at you, thinking youre a weirdo and a pervert for wanting to suck on his teet so bad, but after a lot of convincing, he lets you try to relieve the ache of his TIDDIES with a big eye roll

and boy, does it feel weird. you suck on his nipple like a newborn, and as your tongue rolls around his sensitive bud, he can't stop the shudders that go down his spine. his growing erection becomes painfully obvious and he's almost horrified about it, why does this feel so good?

you groan at the taste of his sweet milk and he finds it oddly fulfilling-- knowing that you're enjoying the taste of his...milk. you roll your hips around against his boner and sukuna's large hands land on your waist to guide your movements.

you suck on his one nipple until it's puffy and swollen and run dry, before moving on to the other one.

"fuck... slow down. it's not goin' anywhere," sukuna huffs at you, looking down at you with flushed cheeks and red ears. you don't respond, only continuing to squeeze out every drop from him using your mouth. you're also getting wetter and wetter between your legs with every passing second, drunk from his sweet taste, wondering how such a bitter man could produce something like this out of his chest.

sukuna breathes heavier above you, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head as you lap up every drop that comes out. he jerks his hips up every now and then, unable to help himself. he'll need to fuck you dumb after this as a punishment-- or a reward, perhaps?

he gets closer to soiling his hakama pants with his load, but he's doing everything to hold back because it's humiliating enough that the king of curses lactates, and is currently letting someone drink from his pecs. he can't be cumming into his clothes like a virgin on top of that. he grits his teeth and restrains himself.

it was a futile effort however, because you do something unthinkable and brave on your part, suddenly using your teeth into the mix, biting lightly on his sensitive nipple, immediately sending him over the edge.

sukuna jolts and his clothed cock presses up against you as he blows his load into his pants, the shock of the painful pleasure having shot down his spine. you hear him groan deeply and hiss at you, retaliating by grabbing a handful of your hair. but you're unrelenting, and your mouth is still latched onto him. your cheeky grin pisses him off.

once his orgasm subsides, sukuna pries your lips away from his puffy nipples. they're swollen and sensitive. he has tears barely protruding from the corners of his eyes, and there is a brilliant blush on his face.

"fucking hell. you're insatiable. one perverted fucking woman," he tells you with a growl.

"but you liked it. loved it, even. so much that you came in your pants-"

you yelp as you're manhandled onto the bed. sukuna practically tears the clothes off from your body, stripping you bare, down to your dripping wet pussy. he roughly slots his fingers into your soaking cunt, a mean glare in his eyes, having flared up from your provoking.

"you're sopping wet. not much better than me, are you?" sukuna sneers, fingering your most delicate spot. you moan, unable to respond, too preoccupied with the pleasure.

he removes his digits and then shoves them into your own mouth, to shut you up. then, he frees his still aching cock from his pants and shoves it into you all in one go.

"all nice and loose f' me," he groans, feeling your welcoming walls around his dick.

"i wonder if i bred you nice and full- would i get to have a taste of your milk too?"

you suck on his fingers and whimper, full of lust and desire.

"oh? ...you don't seem to hate the idea. i'll fuck a baby into you, then," he says darkly.

...and a blissful night ensues, where you get to enjoy getting pumped full of the milk from his cock, not just his tits.

[randombush3]

sneak peek x

if u voted 'no', ur contractually obliged to skip over this HAHAHA

[...]

You’ll be bollocked for it later, you think when there’s a brief reprieve, the ball rolling out of play for a Barcelona throw-in. You look at the gap you have left in the front line and the chaos you have caused in the midfield, and you try to convince yourself to return to the game-plan. But then there’s Alexia Putellas, her hand pressed against your back, fingers gripping your shirt to stop you from intercepting the bouncing ball as it hurtles towards one of her own. 

Alexia Putellas has a decisive grip on you. She pulls you back, and she makes it seem easy. 

You take one look at her expression, jaw clenched as she concentrates on ripping your team to shreds, and feel the need to roll your eyes.

Her determination to embarrass you is admirable enough. It’s clear that Alexia can’t handle losing in any capacity. It’s clear that she cares. 

She is worried, and that is obvious too. 

She doesn’t let you get very far from her, despite the shouts for extra coverage down the middle. Alexia is clever when it comes to football, and she can smell talent like a blood-thirsty shark. Preoccupying herself with defending meaningless passes that only wind the clock down would be useless; it will always be useless when you are on the pitch. 

Because you’re good. Really good. Young, fresh, talented, and just what the Barcelona squad might need. 

The ball comes to your feet and she is ready to quell the threat. She faces you, her closed defending designed to make you feel caged. However, when the ball slips between her open legs, she is left to catch smoke in the wind, and, though it's at her own expense, she is impressed. 

Just like that, something ignites. 

[honeykyeom]

white noise / track 3: ghosts (teaser)

pairing: lee seokmin x afab! reader

series summary: your best friend seokmin has always been there for you. after a particularly rough heartbreak, you find out he's there for you in more ways than just one.

series notes: uni!au, best friends to lovers, friends with benefits, kpop 97 line antics and shenanigans (specifically seventeen & loona), 18+ (smut is outlined/warned beforehand)

teaser notes: suggestive kinda but no smut, seokmin is a SIMP, two idiots being idiots tbh and there's absolutely no way this could go wrong!!

teaser wc: ~900 words

a/n: heeey...... hey... how ya'll doin? yeah i never thought i would be far enough into writing that i could ACTUALLY post a teaser for the next track.. shoutout to my accountability buddy @smileysuh, ur the best babe. wouldn't want anyone else to cheer for my maybe 800 words a day lol. also congrats to @bitchlessdino my bb i can't wait to see you walk down the aisle so take this lil treat as a token of my love ♡ also pspspspsps @onlyseokmins (love u wife)

If you had told Seokmin that he would be in the position that he’s currently in, he’d think you’re full of shit.

But here he was, sinking into your sectional as you grind on his lap and making his head spin with the ease in which you pull at his roots. Seokmin keeps telling himself it’s a fantasy, one of his many recurring dreams where he’s finally with you, the person he’s been in love with for the past two years. He repeats it like a mantra, to will himself it’s all in his head until it’s something he can no longer deny when a moan leaves your lips, sounding more ethereal than any dream he’s ever had.

Seokmin’s lips slot between yours perfectly, his tongue gracing your bottom lip. Your mewls ring like bells in his ears, sweet and inviting–he can’t help but smile into your kiss. He’s determined to continue hearing your noises, his nerves firing against every logical thought in his brain.

The kitchen counter of your humble apartment is littered with chips, stray alcohol & red solo cups. Neither of you pay it any mind though, too preoccupied with the present moment as Seokmin’s hands graze your lower back and you straddle his hips, your bodies sinking further into the soft fabric of your sectional. 

Seokmin’s lips chase yours when you pull away from him, not wanting to lose your warmth. He’s completely dazed as you view him from above, eyes glazed over in lust and desire. You giggle, bringing your hand to his chin and supporting his head to keep his eyes on you. 

“Are you still with me, baby?” 

He blacks out at the pet name–his brain short-circuiting at the way your breath warms his skin as you speak, only getting enough energy to respond with a soft yes as Seokmin watches you smile at him.

It’s baffling how you have him under your spell and you’re oblivious to that fact. 

Seokmin slowly comes down from his high of the past 20 minutes–registering the words that you’re speaking to him.

“We need to talk.”

“About?”

“This…” you take a pause, your thumb caressing the soft skin of his chin as you focus on the oceans of brown in Seokmin’s eyes before you continue. “Us.”

Seokmin quickly sobers up, his hands removing themselves from your waist but laying purchase on your thighs. He tries his hardest to keep his composure–you’ve always been able to read him like a book, better than anyone else in his life. You were able to capture every tell with ease, down to a small eye twitch or throat itch. Knowing this, he finds it hard to believe you’re unaware of his feelings for you–the immediate red shade of his ears appearing when he’s in your presence.

‘Breathe’, he tells himself. He does just that before focusing back to the present moment, with you, instead of stuck in his own thoughts.

“Okay. What about us?”

“We need to establish some ground rules.” You take a quick pause, brief, but enough for Seokmin to notice the small drop of sweat growing on the tip of your eyebrow. “Just so we’re on the same page.”

“Ok then. Rule number 1?”

“This stays between us. Can’t tell the rest of the group.”

“Ok… Seems fair enough.. Rule 2?”

“No unusual PDA.”

Seokmin retorts with a small pout, “So I can’t hold your hand in public anymore?”

You bring a soft smile to your face, slightly giggling at the sincerity in his tone. Running your hand through his hair, you respond, “No, that’s not what I meant! We just don’t want to give ourselves away. So, hand holding between friends is okay.” Leaning closer into Seokmin, he’s suddenly falling into the swirls of color in your eyes and into a trance when your voice gets quieter as you speak. “But kissing,” you punctuate your statement by connecting your lips to his. Seokmin has to swallow a moan as he gets lost in you, pulling you closer and molding your body to his. His hands come to grasp at each side of your face, gentle yet desperate to keep you two moving in unison. 

His efforts were futile, though, as you pull away from him with a smirk, leaving him with the inability to catch his breath. “Isn’t allowed.”

Seokmin is only left able to stare at you, his hands feeling clammy as they still rest on your cheeks. His thumb brushes across your face, his own body heat making your skin hot to the touch. All he can do is chuckle, shaking his head at the predicament he’s found himself in before he’s looking back at you. “Okay. Fine. Is that it?”

“One last rule. No seeing other people without us talking about it first.”

‘Easy,’ Seokmin thinks, but he still has to play it cool.

Raising his eyebrows, a playful tone enters his voice as Seokmin asks, “So, we’re exclusive fuck buddies now?”

You roll your eyes. “Not exactly. It’s more of a safety thing, you know?”

“Yeah, I’ll pretend that you aren’t just keeping your jealousy in check.”

“Do we have a deal or not, Lee?”

You present your pinky finger in between you, a lighthearted ritual that holds the weight of the future of your relationship with Seokmin. It seems too lax for such a situation, but he knows this is as important to you as it is to him with the small appendage in front of him.

“Fine. Deal.”

hehe <3

[artdcnaldson]

some gross nasty here for u (hope ur feeling ok btw, lmk if theres anything i can do)

dom art. and i dont mean like, sweet dom art, im talking ab mean art! like it's a mutually destrictive situation - he's married, you're his fucking babysitter for fuckssake - but tashis cheated on him again, and he’s pent-up and hes angry and hes stressed. and right now, the only place he has any semblance of control over his own life is the bedroom. his own dirty little secret. and you're drowning in college debt and more than stressed, yourself, and it feels so, so good to give up and give someone else the reins for a while, to throw up your hands and say, im off. just you and art. well, his cock, anyway. and if he slides you a little more money here and there to help with the bills, well, it's not like him or his wife will miss it !

art manages to keep it secret from tashi. somehow. in fact, when you're alone with him in the hotel, cross-legged on the floor watching 'encanto' for the hundredth time with lily and singing along, he can almost pretend it's you he's married to, you he wakes up to in the morning, you who raises his baby girl. but that's ridiculous, because try as he might to feel anything other than lust for you, he can't. his heart belongs to tashi, belongs to the heavy metal band on his finger. and all those sweet domestic fantasies inevitably give way to his true desires - you he bends over the kitchen counter, you who kneels before him after practice, you who he fills up with hot cum whenever he needs. and he knows you don't feel anything remotely sweet for him, either, because sometimes you're unavailable because you're on a date, and because to you, art donaldson is a risque fantasy, a way to get your rocks off, and a fat check.

and that was fine. its was totally okay.

until fucking patrick came back. and suddenly, after new rochelle, patrick's swinging around all the time and you two can't just sneak off like you used to because while tashi can be preoccupied with brand deals and press tours and media circuts, patrick has nothing better to do than to follow art around all day. you don’t care, you're just salty about the loss of your dick appointment and the pay.

once, you get close to catching them. you can hear it - patricks short, staccato breaths, the low rumble of his groans, and art. art, unlike anything you've ever heard before, art, undone in a way you didn't totally suspect was possible. art, whining into his pillows, practically begging for it-- you pull away from the door. take your hand off the knob. step away, and send a stray toy of lily's rolling. clattering. you freeze. the sounds stop.

then, art, cool as ever, the commanding tone you're painfully familiar with, "come on in, baby, i know you're out there."

it's how you end up between them. it's how patrick finds out about arts dominant streak (he thinks it's hot, even if hes much more of a brat than you are, and art enjoys knocking him down a peg). more accurately, it's how you end up beneath them, begging for them to just take you both. art orchestrating the whole thing, telling patrick when to put his dick in you, where and when patrick is allowed to cum, that he can't finish until you have, at least twice. on his face/fingers, then on his dick. patrick has to wear a condom though. even if it doesn't mean much, you're still art's.

-kit ♡♡♡

You ate <3 Soemthing is soooo yummy about being used by Art and using him back <3 Nothing more than a paycheck and a dick for you to play with <3

You’re so sexually pent up by the time you walk in on them that you’d have gotten on your knees and begged to join if Art hadn’t instructed you to. It’s annoying, how domineering and commanding he can still be while taking Patrick Zweig’s dick in his ass.

That first time, you’re beneath Art— you let him bury himself in your pussy. Each time Patrick thrusts, it sends Art pushing deeper into you. It’s heavy and hot beneath Art’s body weight, and you just lay there and take it. Watching Patrick from over Art’s shoulder, smirking at him as he reduces Art to fucked-out moans and whimpers as he gets closer and closer. You think it’s crazy— you never get Art like that, you get Art all possessive and intense, not malleable and needy.

When Art cums, you have to finish yourself off— it was more about him than you. Patrick watches your fingers move between your thighs, rubbing at your clit as he continues to fuck into Art and chase his finish. You cum first, and you look so fucking pretty that he can’t help it.

Patrick likes you. Art likes you. Art likes Patrick. Patrick likes Art. But Art isn’t going to let you and Patrick be together alone. He’s no crazy, you’re his plaything, his employee. So he directs Patrick’s fingers, mouth, cock, all with the express purpose of pleasuring you.

There are no secret whispers, no chemistry he can’t see. Just Patrick listening to Art’s commands and you falling apart on the brunet’s tongue, on his cock. When you finish, you go and curl up against Art and thank him like he’d done it. You tell him you’ve missed him and he smiles affectionately, like he would smile at a cute pet doing a trick for him.

@gamesetart

[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain! :)

Part 1 / Part 2 (ur here!) / Part 3

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Hyrule, Time, Fierce Deity, Twilight, Warriors

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: light cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

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Hyrule (The Legend of Zelda - OG game, Zelda II: Adventures of Link):

Lost easily, obviously, you know this

What you didnt know was that its very easy to get lost with him

Bc he's so excited/curious for new sights he doesnt give any fucks abt where he is, so it devolves into that "wait, I thought YOU were leading us there?? Then where tf are we??!!" very quickly

Does feel bad he stressed u out smtimes but he somehow manages to get into such wild shit that Hyrule's kinda preoccupied being confused/amazed/finding his way out, or any combo of these situations (once again, usually with you unfortunately)

Is the luckiest when it comes to getting lost or anything to do with "natural" things

Like he heard u rlly like this one fruit? Accidentally gets lost all day and panics all the Links + You until he shows up at midnight with a shirtful of them

("I found a few fruit trees/plants in the woods while wandering! I tried to grab a few for you and before I knew it, it was dark, sorry...")

Likes learning little skills from other people, like learning how to do makeup from Legend, or how to spot collections of rupees the Minish have left somewhere from Four, or how walk on any terrain from Wind (good at walking on a ship, on land, climbing etc)

More of a "sunset" hiker than a "sunrise" one

Likes to do your hair! Whether that be braiding, putting accessories (he handmade shhh) thruout it, or helping with hair maintenance, likes how strangely intimate but domestic it feels together with you (u return the favor ofc)

(All the other heroes are looking at you both like kicked puppies jfcccc🙄)

Time (Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask):

Gets anxious if he's late to things, likes being fashionably early (or ungodly, when u let him get away with it)

Has absolutely been that meme from Parks and Recreation where he's like "Alright. I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Who broke it?"

(Abt the coffee pot for the camp)

Knowing full and well-

"I broke it. It burnt my coffee for the 3rd morning in a row, so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a moblin head on a stick. ...good. It was getting a little chummy around here."

MF LOVES GOSSIP (wouldn't admit this even at swordpoint)

Wars has absolutely been the person in the meme of:

Wars: "...why would you tell me this??"

Time: "Bc no one will ever believe you."

Wars: ...😦

Has a resting bitch face and knows it, actively cultivates it, scary dog privileges for you,

Type to take ur side in whatever situation ur in, even when Time has no idea whats going on, always, without question <3

The same height as First, (Twi's a close 2nd), and feels most secure when the 3 of you are at the front of the group, but First/Time are slightly in front of you

Like ur literally the person walking their 2 huge scary doobermans/mastiffs one leash in each hand basically 💀

(Once again, Link is deeply comforted by ur voice just over his shoulder/just hearing u even without seeing you)

Very subtly sarcastic, u dont even know he made a dig at you until 3-5 business days later

Likes ur sarcasm more than anyone else's in the group, or even his own lol

Fierce Deity (Majora's Mask):

Likes music, any music (amused at drunk karaoke)

Casually cradles ur arms or back whenever ur falling asleep/tripping/being clumsy near him

Very warm and smoothed calloused hands

Thinks abt what he's about to say so hard/long, that the conversation's moved on by like, 3 rounds/subject changes by the time he's actually ready to talk

Scolds ppl (in like a sentence) who neglect their needs, like sleeping/eating/hygiene

Finds peace in nature, if hes ever upset, u can bet he's already taking a walk by a stream

Likes teaching u/other Links little skills he has, its nice to feel appreciated/needed for something other than fighting or big moments

He falls in love with small moments, like the first time u made them all a dessert recipe from ur world, or repaired First's scarf (for the millioneth time) and bc everyone had gotten their clothes scratched up, everyone needed repairs so most Links were sewing smth lol

Enjoys watching ppl experience smth for the first time, or even himself exp smth for first time

Fierce smiled fully for the first time when you got into the mountain hot springs in Wild's Hyrule for the first time and were super excited

Also the type to hold ur hand while stepping in to make sure u dont fall, or just subtly boost a Link that was abt to fall from climbing smth

Like for being the tallest, he's surprisingly sneaky, the energy of the biggest cat in the house yet somehow also the quietest

Does that thing where someone takes ur hand and like massages ur fingers, palm, wrist and shakes them out kinda for you <3

Twilight (Twilight Princess):

Trips UP the stairs.

Cold start LMAO

ok ill be nice to him,, sike

Easy to bully?? U mean that kindly, he's just such a golden retriever sometimes u cant help urself (tho u make sure to reign it in and not take advantage of it so as not to genuninely hurt him)

Lol likes to "herd" his favorite people, like those dogs livestock farmers have u kno that they say end up herding their owners/their family lol

Like making subtle circles around the Chain, wrapping an arm around Hyrule and teasing him to quietly bring him back into the group before he gets lost,

Tugs on Time's armor to slow him down, mf may be in armor head to toe but he'll outpace all of u 💀

Likes to put his hand on ur lower back to guide u back into the group from whatever scenic thing u got distracted by

(so sue you, ur literally in The Legend of Zelda's Hyrule, surrounded by pretty blondes, why tf wouldnt you be distracted all the time??)

The only time he doesnt herd actively is in Ordon, just subconciously lol <3

Terrible sleep schedule, but sleeps like the dead when he does, has collapsed with a limb on top of you and u couldnt escape

Hard time waking up in the morning despite being country boy, who usually have to do chores first thing in morning on a farm

hates/envious of Wild (up at 5am even on days off?? Foul.)

Runs warm, but complains abt a slight breeze?

Would sleep with no covers if it werent for morning dew

Wishes cats liked him more (its the wolf smell)

Twi has the constant energy of a tall person carefully maneuvering around cluttered/low doorways while someone a head shorter runs by him and bounces off of him

U get onto/scold the Links and he's immediately the first to just sit on the ground, or put down whatever he's holding no matter what he's doing LMAO 😭😭

Keeps his eyes on u too the whole time lol

Warriors (Hyrule Warriors):

Cries over romance novels/dramas

A virgo in all stereotypes of the word tbh

Invented the red-string conspiracy theory board before the red-string conspiracy board existed in Hyrule

Also likes to take care of your hair! (What?? He and 'Rulie don't fight over ur hair, that'd be childish, he's not a foolish boy- Hyrule, hand over the brush.👹)

Remembers the little things abt u type of person, like ur favorite drink, ur favorite stories like tv shows/books even if theyre from ur world, ur favorite clothing pieces like shorts vs. pants, etc.

The only Link who can single handedly claim he could take your closet and dress you in something you'd actually wear.

Honestly once he got the hang of it, would get better at dressing you, than you

(Another domestic thing he adores, picking outfits for u/finding that perfect piece of clothing you've been needing lately)

Born to night-owl, forced to morning-bird 😔

Wars wakes up stiff sometimes bc soldier training is sleeping on ur back, hands to ur sides, laying straight in ur bed, so as to fit into bunks/bedrolls close together

It got better as he was promoted to Captain, so he could have his own quarters but its still a hard habit to shake

One of the few Links who works up the courage to genuinely pitfully ask if you'd mind massaging his shoulders again? He slept badly last night, please?? 🥺👉👈

(Ur so weak for pathetic hurting pretty blonde twinks lol)

The most lowkey abt taking care of Chain, but u make sure to take care of him as a gift back, and you've definitely caught him tearing up abt it 💖

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Debated writing smth else first but figured this was easy and short and i started it first so youll have to wait like one more post before more Masc Reader stuff guys 😔

Dw its coming, i havent abandoned u my homies out there 🫂

Let me know what u think in the comments of my slight characterizations here!

Im struggling to conceptualize their personalities so thats acc part of why i started to write smaller stuff like this first! :)

Peace out,

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[snowberrycherry]

i speak for everyone when i say we NEED a part 2 for borderline shit got my 🐱howling 😔

!,!,?.?😭 i hope it’s ok🩵sry this took so long // @sweetirilly here’s ur tag ꨄ︎

Borderline part 2

pairings: könig x simon riley x fem! reader

warnings: pure filth, ghost fingers you while konig eats you out so threesome, read at your own risk , mdni

part 1 here

a/n we’re editing this in the morning

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The irony behind this entire situation was not even 48 hours ago you had been secretly craving, wasting away precious time in your daydreams about them both. Your lonely desires for them both. It hit you like a brick, recalling all the countless times your recurring fantasy had taken place. Something about it was so obscene. Yet as much as you tried the images of them making you feel ways you had never felt before were dangerously appealing. So when you saw him simply standing there, hand reaching down to rub himself through his jeans, it single-handedly validated everything you wanted to know.

“Do you trust me?” your voice was quieter than you had expected. König looked up at you, still preoccupied with his motions between your legs, “Yes…of course”. He gave a confused look when he saw your fingers make a motioning gesture as if you were waving someone in. A ripple of fear coursed through him when he heard the door open once more. He pulled away again, trying his best to smush himself back underneath your desk.

You laughed, “It’s okay come out”. The alarmed expression on his face when he saw a dark, looming shadow of another person. He shot you a bewildered look, raising his eyebrows.

“Is it okay if he joins?” you whispered, “You can always say no”, you added, leaning forward to tuck a strand of his hair that had fallen in his face. The look in his eyes was changing so quickly from confusion to jealousy, but eventually, they settled on one final emotion, longing. He only wanted you and honestly didn’t care who was involved, as long as he had you. A silent nod confirmed everything you needed to know. 

“Good,” Simon said before pulling you up, so you were standing right before him. You reached up for his blonde hair and smashed his lips against yours. The kiss seemed much more overdue than you had expected. It was pervaded with desperation and yearning. His warm lips moved against yours with so much fervor, like he had needed this too. He broke away from you, sitting down to take the spot you were previously in. He tugged you over to him guiding you down onto his lap. You heard him let out a shaky sigh, “König, you can continue”. 

Contentedly, he followed instructions and went back to the position on his knees before you, peeling your pants fully off your legs this time. He smoothly shoved your underwear to the side, dragging his tongue up your entire pussy at an agonizedly slow speed. Already overstimulated from before you shuddered at the sensation. Another long, firm lick made your notion hazy. Even more, pleasure ensued when you felt Simons pry open your thighs even wider so König could have better access to lap at you. Simon lifted a hand and brought his middle finger to your lips, “Suck”. You moaned loudly as you swirled your tongue, covering it with your spit. When he seemed satisfied with your work, he brought it right down to your cunt, pressing down on the most sensitive spot. You sighed and let your eyes close at the feeling of his finger and Königs skilled tongue right on your sensitive pussy, bringing every nerve in your body to life. Your hips started to buck frantically, already on the edge of cumming.

That’s when all movements bluntly stopped, your eyes opened, expecting them to make you beg for an orgasm, but you were shocked as you watched them switch places with Simons plunging his finger deep inside of you while König moved his mouth up, wrapping them around your clit, sucking like his life depended on it. You let out a cry at the double pleasure, the messy mixture of spit and your juices all over your cunt out a cry at the double pleasure, the messy mixture of spit and your juices all over your cunt made it so much better. The filthy wet sounds made your head dizzy, trying your hardest to clamp your legs together. However, your lame attempts were useless as Simon forcefully pried them open before inserting another long finger. All the while König slobbered all over you wherever he could reach, occasionally bumping into the digit that was knuckles deep within you. It was all so much of the perfect blend of pleasure. “I’m so close please don’t stop” you begged, practically crying. “Just let go” Simon murmured into your hair, thrusting his finger even faster. The vibrations of Konig's hum in agreement and the way Simon was fingering you, hitting your g spot repeatedly made the pressure in your stomach spill over. He quickly removed his hand from your dripping pussy and grabbed at Konig's hair, forcing him even deeper. His other hand that was keeping you spread apart traveled to your tits. Without him keeping you stable your legs locked Konig's head in place. This time he allowed you to suffocate him as he lapped up everything through your climax, drinking up every last drop. He tapped at your thighs, telling you he needed air. He broke away panting when you let him go. His face was glistening when he stood, leaning down to kiss you. You could taste yourself against him, the action was so filthy you had to control every ounce of dignity you had to beg and plead for another round. “My turn,” Simon voiced, gently tilting your head to the side so his lips met yours in a passionate embrace. He was surprisingly sweet for such a serious person. He was overheating with lust and fulfillment.

An unexpected, but welcomed notion. You broke away first taking hold of one of Königs rough hands, pressing his palm against your face while Simon rubbed circular motions on your waist. Despite the fact that minutes ago you had just come down from the best high by their lewd acts, your heart was more than content. Like everything fell in place like a perfect puzzle.

“So… when are you all free again?”

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Sorry just… just having insane!König thoughts. Imagine u want a dog. Oh, that one? That dog over there, one like that right? Okay! (Breaks into owners house and steals the dog) “for you :D” and ur like omg !!!! Wtf 😭

Someone disrespects u (disrespecting König’s girl is literally just looking at her for more than 3 seconds), he has their head on a platter.

So many red flags!! But he loves u, in his own fucked up way. Do him any wrong and he’ll lock u in his home forever tho😔

Yes this is yandere König, our most beloved toxic King ❤️ (Aw I've missed him ❤️❤️❤️)

He would love to steal get you a pet because that way, you won’t whine too much about wanting to see more of your friends and family. Dog is a good option because you can’t leave this animal without care for too long, it will provide you with distraction when he’s away, and you won’t get too lonely or bored (not to talk of getting out of the house and risk seeing “Have you seen this dog?” posters all around the town)

No, you’re too preoccupied to venture out, especially when it’s a nice, plump puppy he got you! It’s almost like you’re practicing to be a mom...

You look so sweet when playing with the dog, sending König pics and videos of you with the pup, teaching it to do tricks and stuff. It licks your face, and you squeeze your eyes shut and giggle from joy, and König doesn’t even get jealous. At least, not too much... Surprisingly, he’s very pleased with his decision to get a pet for you. Yes, he has the ability to make you very happy... Clearly, you couldn’t get a better man: he takes care of all of your needs!

And everything’s nice and peaceful until you go out with him. König gets annoyed easily, if someone pays attention to you at the store for example, it’s always a hassle because he has to constantly scare away potential harassers and perverts, filthy men checking out your breasts and ass, eyes lingering a bit too long on your pretty face. Smashes his hand against a wall or goes to stand menacingly not three inches away from these poor guys who had the audacity to take a short glance at you.

It's not a good idea to doll up and go to a restaurant with him, there would be a WW3 before you got to the main course… And heaven forbid if he catches you smiling at a man! (meaning, being polite to the cashier/waiter) König won’t kill anyone while you're watching, he would never upset you with mindless violence, but tires will be slashed and throats might get cut before the evening is done…

And he would never, ever hurt you. It’s just that König always jokes about kidnapping you, ever since you started dating him. And this time, when he's about to leave for work, you find that your key has gone missing… You already moved in with him, a bit too quickly, your friends warned, so now you’re stuck in a big gloomy house with a dog and a big pile of dirty laundry.

Yes, it’s too bad that you can’t leave the place now when he’s away and there's no extra key, but don’t worry, he got you plenty of groceries! And there's a silly puppy keeping you company, isn’t it nice? He has a big home theater and terabytes of pirated movies and shows to choose from, what more could you ask for? He’ll call you every chance he gets ❤️ Don’t forget to send pictures ❤️

[weemssapphic]

love ur writing! could you write something for brienne where she gets jealous/ insecure/ sad over trader spending time with other people who have a crush on her - feel free to do whatever you want with it

A/N: hi hello thank you for the compliment and the request! i feel the need to apologize profusely for how long this took me - i changed the plot like 10x along the way and getting it to flow gave me a lot of Grief hahaha. however i am finally happy with the end product and i did adore writing for my babygirl brienne. i hope you're not too upset <3

plot: You are Brienne’s closest friend, and friends don’t develop feelings for each other. They definitely don’t get jealous when their friend dances with someone else. Nope.

From The Moment We Met

Brienne of Tarth x f!reader

words: ~6.3k (big OOPS) | ao3 link in title

content/warnings: jealousy, slight angst, feelings confession, pining, mentions of alcohol and being tipsy, eventual smut (thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering), bits of fluff sprinkled throughout

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Brienne of Tarth didn’t know what to make of you. 

She was used to people taunting her - men calling her foul names, women gossiping about her. She was used to people challenging her, questioning her, attempting to overpower her.

What she wasn’t used to was women who beamed up at her with megawatt smiles and kind eyes, who held her hand as if it were the most normal thing in the world, who requested her company for even the most mundane of errands. 

Women like you - currently strolling into town, arm looped tightly around her own, greeting every person who’d pass by the two of you and introducing them to your friend Brienne. It was enough to fluster Brienne, who simply smiled politely and nodded at the various townspeople, less concerned with remembering their names and more preoccupied with the way your eyes crinkled at the outer corners when you offered them a smile, the genuine care in your voice when you asked how their families were doing.

The two of you reached the market, bustling with people, and suddenly Brienne felt a warm hand clasp her own. Almost as a reflex she attempted to pull away, but your grip tightened and you smiled warmly up at her. She felt her stomach flip pleasantly as she hesitantly returned the smile.

“I don’t want to lose you in the crowd,” you reasoned, and Brienne could have scoffed at that - towering above most of the townspeople, there was almost no way you’d be able to lose sight of her in even the thickest crowd. But the way your small hand fitted so perfectly in her own, the way you looked up at her with wide eyes, as if completely unaware of her beastly presence that she’d been so often tormented for, made her think better of it. Instead, her lips quirked up almost involuntarily into a half-smile and she nodded for you to lead the way.

You held onto her hand the entire visit, only briefly letting go to pay for some bread and some fruit and tuck it into your bag, then grabbing hold of it again. Her skin tingled where it met yours and her stomach filled with warmth as she allowed herself to be guided back through the narrow streets, up to your castle.

~~~

Holding Brienne’s hand felt so right. It was much larger than your own, sure, and slightly more calloused, but still decidedly feminine. Her long, slender fingers entangled between yours in a firm grip, the direct contact with her warm skin sending shivers down your spine. You much preferred holding her hand to anyone else’s, you thought with a smile.

When you reached the castle gardens, you tugged her gently towards a bench in a little alcove on the far side of the garden, shaded from the sun, then reached in your bag for the food you’d bought at the market.

“Help yourself,” you said, and Brienne gratefully took some of the bread, gently prying it apart with her fingers.

A silence fell upon you as you ate. You tried not to stare at Brienne, choosing instead to focus your attention on the gentle swaying of the flowers in the late summer breeze, though you found you couldn’t help yourself, involuntarily glancing over at her every so often. 

“Y/N?” Brienne’s voice cut through the silence.

“Yes?” You turned to face her, and found she was eyeing you curiously, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Forgive me for being so forward…” her voice trailed off.

“You may ask me anything you like, Brienne.” You shifted in your seat in an inconspicuous attempt to get closer to her, curious at what she could possibly want to ask that had her so on edge.

“You’re a bit… old, not to have found a suitor yet. I wondered why that is. Are the men who have courted you not your liking?” Brienne’s gaze pierced your own, her expression guarded.

You laughed - usually you’d avoided talking of suitors and courtships, so you thought it funny for Brienne to bring it up now.

“I could ask you the same thing. Are you not also a Lady who has yet to be married off, at your age?” You made sure to keep your voice light and teasing, watching Brienne carefully. It was because of this that you didn’t miss the way her face fell.

“It should be quite obvious why I haven’t found a suitable man,” she spat out bitterly. She hesitated for a moment, her voice softening at her next words. “The same cannot be said for a proper Lady such as yourself.” 

“It isn’t obvious to me,” you countered quickly, arching an eyebrow at the blonde, whose eyes widened. You could not for the life of you fathom how Brienne hadn’t yet been swept off her feet - sure, she wasn’t the most feminine woman you’d ever come across, but you found her extremely attractive nonetheless. How no one else could see that was beyond you.

Her incredulous gaze spurred you on. “I find you rather dashing, and anyone should be lucky to have you. If you haven’t been properly courted, then it should be through no fault of your own, Lady Brienne.”

The woman next to you was quickly turning scarlet at your words. 

“Anyway, my father thinks if he keeps throwing men at me, one of them will catch my eye,” you continued. “I don’t think that’s the case.” It was true - your father had been forcing you into courtships for as long as you could remember, and his disappointment when you - once again - declared another young lord thoroughly ill-suited was palpable.

Brienne cleared her throat, eyes darting around the gardens, unable to meet your gaze. “Surely one of those men must be suitable.”

“I don’t think any man is suitable,” you said confidently. Brienne glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, and you held her gaze.

Please understand me, you pleaded internally. 

“Don’t you yearn for the company of another? Do you really wish to spend the rest of your life alone?” Brienne furrowed her brows in confusion, lips pulled down into a soft frown.

You sighed, realizing you needed to be more direct.

“Of course I yearn, Brienne. I would love to share my life with someone. I just don’t wish for that someone to be a man.”

A myriad of emotions flashed across Brienne’s face in real time until, finally, comprehension dawned on her. Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline, lips parting slightly. 

“Oh,” she let out a breath.

“Oh,” you teased, chuckling at her reaction to your admission. You placed a hand on her knee, testing the waters, pleased when she didn’t pull away.

“Would you like to come to the tavern with me tonight, Brienne?” 

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as you waited for a reply from the flummoxed blonde.

When she finally spoke, her voice was slightly hoarse. “Of course.”

~~~

Brienne was waiting for you at the castle gates that evening, clad in some of her lighter, more simple armor. She offered her arm to you as you approached and you beamed up at her, receiving a small, almost timid smile in return. 

Your fingers grazed over her chest plate. “Is armor really necessary tonight, Ser?” you teased, pleased with the way Brienne’s cheeks went pink.

“I didn’t want to be late by changing, my lady,” she replied softly. “My duties kept me quite busy this afternoon.”

“I tease, Brienne,” you grinned up at her. “Are you ready to go?”

Brienne nodded sheepishly.

You looped your arm around hers and the two of you set off towards town.

In the tavern you ordered ale for yourself and Brienne and settled next to her, closer than you normally would have - closer than you would have, had you not had that conversation with her in the gardens earlier. 

Your thigh pressed against Brienne’s and you turned in your seat, half-facing her, so that you could admire her fully. Brienne’s cheeks warmed under your gaze, and you decided right then and there that making Brienne of Tarth blush might be your favorite pastime in the world.

Both the conversation and the drink flowed freely as the night went on, and you were becoming quite tipsy. There was music being played, and the atmosphere was becoming more and more boisterous as patrons were getting up to dance, igniting a giddy excitement within you.

“I think I’m going to dance,” you announced, grinning up at Brienne, squeezing her arm.

Brienne smiled giddily at you, your energy proving to be infectious.

“Would you like to join me?” You prayed she would say yes, imagining how it would feel to have her body pressed against yours, to show everyone in the tavern that you were dancing with the Brienne of Tarth.

“I- I don’t think so, my lady.” Her cheeks turned rosy and she glanced nervously around the dimly-lit room.

Though you could understand the hesitation, your stomach dropped a bit nonetheless.

“Then watch me,” you replied, getting up and beginning to sway to the music until you found your rhythm. 

Brienne’s eyes were glued to your body, unable to tear themselves away from the sway of your hips. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the feeling of Brienne’s gaze upon you, but you felt truly free in that moment, confidence bubbling up within you.

You felt someone tap on your shoulder and stilled momentarily, turning to face whomever had interrupted your dancing. 

“Care to dance with me?” the woman asked, holding out a hand. You smiled at her, nodding excitedly. It was so much more fun dancing with someone else than it was alone, and the mood in the tavern was infectious.

You didn’t think twice about it when the woman’s hands landed on your hips, pulling you closer to avoid bumping into the other patrons as you danced to the beat of the music, losing yourself in the rhythm.

~~~

Unbeknownst to you, Brienne’s insides grew cold at the odd familiarity of the touch, the warmth of the smile spreading across your face, though she herself could not yet quite pinpoint the reason for her own sense of inner turmoil. It’s not like she could stake any claim over you. You were not hers, you were not anyones. And yet she found herself yearning for that soft smile to be directed at herself, for it to be her hands resting on your hips. 

Brienne was not one to yearn, not usually, yet she couldn’t help the wave of sadness that crashed over her entire being as she watched the woman lean over and whisper something in your ear, something that made you laugh. The woman, who was small and beautiful, who had the confidence to ask you to dance, who was everything Brienne could have been if she hadn’t been born in this wretched body; not a lady, nor a knight, but something in between - something far too beastly to catch the eye of a beautiful lady.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away, practically bathing in self-pity and loathing, as she watched you place your arms on the woman’s shoulders, as she watched the woman’s grip on your waist tighten, until it finally became too much to bear and she had to look away.

~~~

You could sense something was off when you left the tavern. Usually, Brienne walked so close to you that you could hold her hand if you wanted to. Now, there seemed to be miles between you.

“Brienne?” you started tentatively, chancing a glance at the blonde who stared straight ahead, lips turned down in a frown, gaze stony.

“Hmm?”

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?” You attempted to close the gap between the two of you, but Brienne pulled away.

“Not at all.” Brienne’s reply was curt, her tone clipped and professional, much like when you’d first met, before you’d become friends. Her change in mood was sobering for you, dulling your excitement.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?” You eyed her carefully, noticing how her brow furrowed.

“I enjoyed myself plenty,” Brienne gritted out.

You searched her face for any hint of emotion other than annoyance, but came up empty. With a sigh, you turned your back to her and continued the walk up to your castle. Brienne’s heavy footfalls followed you all the way to the castle gates. 

“I don’t suppose you’d like to come in?” You gave the blonde your best puppy dog eyes, praying she would take the bait. After an evening out amongst crowds of people, you craved the solace that Brienne’s company provided more than she could ever know. The apologetic smile that was creeping its way onto her face, however, made your stomach clench.

“Not tonight. I think we should both get some sleep.”

You frowned. “If you wish. Goodnight, then, Brienne.” You stared into her eyes for a moment longer, then, without thinking, brought your lips to her cheek. When you pulled back, you could see she’d gone pink.

Without waiting for a reply, you turned on your heel and disappeared behind the castle gates. If Brienne could be childish and avoid talking about what was bothering her, then so could you, you thought, your heart heavy as you left Brienne behind.

~~~

Brienne stood rooted to the spot for longer than she cared to admit, mind dazed.

Back in her chambers that night, her fingers trembled as she removed her armor. “Bloody ridiculous,” she murmured into the silence of her room as she fumbled with the straps of her shoulder plate. Brienne of fucking Tarth didn’t struggle with this sort of thing. Brienne of fucking Tarth was independent, self-sufficient. She’d removed her own armor every damn day since she could remember. And yet here she was, reduced to a trembling mess because of some woman. Worse, still, picturing this woman’s small, nimble hands covering her own, helping her remove her armor piece by piece. Then, perhaps, removing her clothing…

But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t proper for her to think of you in such a way, to want your lips to graze her own, or your fingers to touch her in places she’d never been touched by anyone else. She’d found herself thinking about this more often as of late, even allowing herself to succumb to her own desires and pleasure herself, moaning your name in the darkness of her chambers as she tipped over the edge.

Brienne had never met anyone as kind as you. Not just to her - to everyone. Your compassion extended to every being you came across, your face lit up every time you’d speak with someone - even exchanging the most boring of pleasantries seemed terribly important to you. But there was something in the way you’d hold Brienne’s gaze, the way you’d tug at her arm when the two of you were walking together, the way your face would light up like a sunrise when she’d come to visit you, that had Brienne hoping she could be someone special to you - particularly now, after what you’d admitted to her in the gardens.

And you’d kissed her - on the cheek, but still. That had to count for something, right? But it wasn’t her who had danced with you. It wasn’t her who had held you. You’d seemed to like that, to lean into her touch, to come alive as you danced with that woman.

Brienne felt the same wave of sadness wash over her that she’d felt back in the tavern, watching you dance with another. Now that she was alone, hot tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She was so close to everything she wanted, yet it felt so unattainable. It didn’t matter. You could never feel anything for her - this night had proven that. 

Loneliness clawed at her chest as she finished removing her armor before slinking into bed and hugging her knees to her chest, stomach churning as she tried, unsuccessfully, to think of something, anything, but you.

~~~

The following day, Brienne’s duties kept her away from you until evening. When she called on you in your chambers after supper, there was an awkward silence hanging in the air between the two of you as she stood at your door. You wondered who would crack first.

Finally, Brienne spoke. “I apologize if I ruined your evening yesterday. It was not my intention to sour the mood.” Her tone was laced with regret, her eyes unable to fully meet yours.

You breathed out a sigh. “It’s alright. You didn’t ruin my evening, you never could,” you said softly, and Brienne looked at you curiously. 

Another tense silence followed.

“Brienne?”

“Yes?”

“I was hoping you’d like to join me for a while tonight? I really missed your company last night.” 

“I’m sorry for disappointing you, my lady. I… I would love to join you tonight.”

You nearly squealed in delight, opening the door to your chambers and beckoning Brienne to come in. Her gaze swept over your room, landing on your vanity. In a few short strides she had crossed the room and was examining the potions and powders strewn across the little table.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting company,” you worried your lip between your teeth, rushing to join Brienne. “Let me just clean this up.”

You busied yourself arranging the bottles neatly and putting the powders away in the vanity’s drawer. Brienne picked up one of the bottles, examining it carefully.

“What’s this one?” She looked at you in question and you couldn’t help but grin as a plan formed in your mind.

“Brienne?” Your voice was hesitant, but there was excitement and mischief swirling in your eyes, and the blonde felt her stomach flip. “I could tell you… or I could show you.” 

Soft little lines appeared between Brienne’s eyebrows as she mulled your words over in her head. “You don’t mean…?”

“I could do your makeup? But only if you want!” You looked at Brienne with pleading eyes and watched a war of emotions break out on her face.

“I-I suppose…” 

You beamed at her, buzzing with excitement as you tugged at her arm, beckoning her to sit on the stool in front of the vanity. She watched warily as you rummaged around for different sorts of potions and powders, before turning your eyes to her and regarding her carefully.

There was a particular scar just above her lip that your eyes got stuck on for a moment. You traced its path, committing it to memory. You didn’t know why, but it seemed terribly important that you remembered exactly how that scar looked in the soft evening light, as Brienne sat before you, waiting for you to begin. Oh. Your eyes snapped back to her own, which watched you questioningly.

“Now, close your eyes and hold still. No peeking until I’m done.” Brienne closed her eyes reluctantly and allowed you to take hold of her chin. You felt her shiver beneath your touch, and it brought a smirk to your face.

Brienne’s skin, despite being slightly scarred from battles, was fairly smooth and clear, so you opted to start with dusting pink, powdery blush on her cheekbones. Brienne startled as the brush you used tickled her face, and you chuckled, holding her jaw firmly in place. 

Next came a dark kohl around her eyes, which you applied lightly and smudged with the tip of your finger. Brienne flinched with every touch, causing you to laugh. “Surely a skilled fighter such as yourself isn’t afraid of a tiny brush?” Brienne grumbled, but did her best to stay still after that.

“Can you part your lips for me?” Brienne did as she was told and you painted them red, trying to ignore the way her warm, shallow breaths washed over your face, the fact that her lips were so close to yours, so easy to claim with your own.

You pulled back to admire your masterpiece.

“You can look,” you said, almost shyly, nervous what Brienne might think. She blinked her eyes open and looked in the mirror. Her face was unreadable for a moment as she tilted her head every which way, scrutinizing her own appearance.

“Well?” You waited with bated breath.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t like it…” Brienne started slowly, brow furrowing.

“But you don’t like it?” You bit your lip.

“I… I’ve never worn makeup before. As a girl I was too young and as a woman, well…” Brienne chuckled darkly, turning her face away from the mirror, away from you, but not before you could see the tell-tale sign of unshed tears glazing over her irises.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

“Please,” Brienne murmured, clearing her throat and glancing up at the ceiling as if willing her tears to get back into her head.

You fetched a clean rag and wet it in the basin in the corner of your room before kneeling before Brienne and gently stroking it over her face, wiping away all traces of your artistry.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out. 

“Don’t be.” You set the rag down and took her hand in your own, thumb stroking gently over the backs of her knuckles as you looked into her eyes. “I think you’re beautiful. With and especially without the makeup, I might add.”

Brienne scoffed in disbelief. “When I was a girl, my father held a ball. I’m his only living child so he wanted to make a good match for me.” She smiled wistfully and you squeezed her hand, urging her to continue. 

“He invited dozens of young lords to Tarth. I didn’t want to go but he dragged me to the ballroom. And it was wonderful. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. They whispered in my ear about how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. My father smiled at me and I smiled at him. I’d never been so happy… Till I saw a few of the boys sniggering, and then they all started to laugh. They couldn’t keep the game going any longer. They were toying with me.”

The bitterness in her voice, the heartbreak written plainly on her face, cracked your heart cleanly in two.

“‘Brienne the Beauty’ they called me. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great, lumbering beast.”

You stood, rounding the stool Brienne sat on until you stood behind her. She tracked your movements in the mirror, face sullen. 

“Lady Brienne of Tarth,” you began, ignoring the heavy sigh Brienne let out at your use of the formal title. “You are a beauty in the truest sense. The most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.” You placed a hand on her cheek and gently coaxed her into looking in the mirror. 

“Look at you. The bluest eyes in all of Westeros, brighter than the seas surrounding the Sapphire Isle you call home.” You met her gaze, aware of the fact that she had gone pink and feeling your cheeks heat as well.

“Hair spun from gold,” you continued, carding your hands through her hair. “So soft, so beautiful in the way it frames your perfect cheekbones.” You rubbed your thumb across her cheeks, which were warm under your touch.

“The loveliest lips.” You let out a sigh as your thumb traced the curve of her jaw, brushing against her lower lip. 

A beat. 

A moment where everything slowed.

You leaned down, as if pulled by some invisible force, towards a stunned Brienne, your lips grazing against hers. They were just as warm, just as soft as you’d imagined them to be.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your breaths mingling. 

Another beat.

You pulled back as you waited for Brienne to catch up to you.

“Don’t be,” came her breathy reply.

You stared at each other for a moment, all the air sucked out of the room. Your heart was hammering erratically in your chest, pounding against your ribcage. 

“May I kiss you again?” You licked your lips, already leaning in.

“What about the woman in the tavern?” Brienne could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

“What about her?” You furrowed your brows, not quite following Brienne’s train of thought.

“You… seemed to really enjoy yourself.” She tried not to sound accusatory. Based on the utter confusion written on your face, Brienne realized she must sound ridiculous now, but she had to be sure of your intentions.

“Oh. It… was more about the dancing than the person, Brienne.” You hesitated, eyes wide, silently pleading with her to understand. “I would much have preferred it if it had been you.”

Brienne deliberated for a moment, eyes darting between yours. She seemed to have made up her mind for she lunged forward, lips crashing needily into yours. You moaned when her tongue swiped against the seam of your lips, parting them to allow her entry.

Your hands came up to her hair and you threaded your fingers in the golden locks, pulling her closer by the hair. The whimper that she let out shot straight to your core, a desperate heat traveling throughout all of your limbs.

Large, calloused hands gripped your waist, hard enough to leave bruises. Brienne pulled you down to straddle her lap, your front coming flush against the chest plate of her armor.

When you parted for a moment to catch your breaths, you gazed into Brienne’s eyes, your breath hitching in your chest at the overwhelming lust you were met with.

Testing the waters, you shifted your hips so that your core was pressing into one of her thighs and ground down. A breathy sigh tumbled from your lips at the newly-found friction on your aching clit. Brienne stifled a groan, capturing your lips with hers once more and flexing her thigh instinctively against your sex.

“Brienne… I need you,” you whispered between kisses, hand settling at the nape of her neck.

She pulled back slightly, eyes darting between yours. “I haven’t actually done this before,” she muttered breathlessly, face unreadable.

You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto your face. “I haven’t either,” you confessed, cupping her cheek with your hand and tracing her lower lip with your thumb. You pulled at her lip, dragging it down, letting go and watching it snap back into place.

Everything was still for a moment as your breaths mingled. Finally, Brienne spoke, her voice gravelly with desire.

“I need you, too.”

You surged forward to claim her lips, rolling your hips against her thigh as a wave of wetness pooled between your legs at the low timbre of her voice.

“Can I see you?” you asked shyly, fingers playing with the straps of her armor. Her eyes widened a fraction and she nodded, a heavy flush overtaking her face as she brought her fingers up to the very straps you were playing with, brushing against your skin.

“I want to help,” you giggled, your fingers working in time with hers to remove each piece of armor, until only her soft underclothes remained. 

You reconnected your lips, pushing yourself into her and moaning as you felt Brienne flush against you, free from the hard, restrictive armor she usually wore.

Brienne’s hands cupped your ass and you yelped as she lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around her torso. She strode over to the bed and set you down, leaning over you, her lips never leaving yours. 

“These too?” you murmured, fingers brushing against the hem of her shirt before your hand disappeared underneath it, fingertips dancing across her bare stomach. Brienne pulled back, breathing labored.

You watched Brienne undress, drool practically pooling in your mouth as she exposed her bare skin bit by bit. You were struck by the rippling of her muscles as she removed her clothing, the little freckles on her shoulders, the scars and marks adorning her flesh from battles past. All of these little details you’d never been privy to before, when she was heavily clad in armor. She was even more breathtaking than you could have imagined.

You were suddenly itching to get out of your own dress, to feel her bare skin pressed against yours, and you rushed almost clumsily to slip out of the dress, causing Brienne to suppress a giggle.

“Stop laughing at me and come here,” you pouted, holding out your arms for the taller woman, who settled down next to you.

You pulled her in for a languid kiss, your palms tingling where they rested on the bare skin of her waist. You sucked Brienne’s bottom lip in between your own lips, sucking gently before biting down, dragging her lip between your teeth.

Brienne let out a strangled moan, her hands coming to rest on your hips and dragging you closer. Her skin was deliciously warm pressing against your own and you were overcome with the strongest urge to absolutely devour her. 

You placed a plethora of kisses down her throat, down her sternum, before reaching the soft, pillowy flesh of her breasts.

“May I?” You licked your lips and glanced up at Brienne, who gazed down at you, eyes dark with lust. “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly, her confirmation morphing into a whimper as you closed your lips around a rosy nipple, flicking your tongue over the bud and feeling it harden under your ministrations. You moved to her right breast, soothing your tongue over her other nipple until it hardened as well.

Moving lower, your kisses trailed down her stomach. You were fascinated with the way her back began to arch, with the trail of goosebumps erupting wherever your lips met her skin.

You settled between her legs, nudging them apart, hit suddenly with the heavy scent of her arousal which glistened between her folds. You placed a tentative kiss to her mound, nuzzling your nose into the blonde patch of hair at the apex of her thighs, breathing in her scent as your core tightened and a wetness pooled between your own thighs.

You kissed your way down, bypassing her clit and wasting no time in running your tongue through her folds, getting a taste of her. Your groan vibrated against her pussy, causing Brienne to buck her hips up as she whispered a soft “please”, begging to have you where she needed you most.

Your tongue found her clit and you began to draw lazy circles around the bundle of nerves, pleased with the breathy moans you were able to draw from the blonde’s throat.

“You taste so good,” you panted, looping your arms temporarily around her thighs to pull them over your shoulders, giving you better access to her pussy. You switched between licking and sucking her clit, seeing which reactions you could draw from Brienne as her moans grew louder, filthier, and the bucking of her hips became more erratic.

While your tongue ravished the sensitive nub, your fingers began to trace her slit, teasing her entrance. You slipped one finger inside her, surprised at how her walls clenched almost immediately around the digit. You added a second finger, slowly beginning to curl them. Your fingers hit a soft, spongy spot, and you smirked at the groan that slipped past Brienne’s lips.

With every thrust and curl of your fingers, you could feel her thighs tremble more and more, and you blindly reached your free hand out, searching until you felt her hand underneath yours, gripping at the bedsheets for dear life. You freed her hand from its iron grip on the sheets and tangled your fingers between her own, squeezing gently in reassurance. She squeezed back and suddenly her thighs tightened around your head, muffling her cries as you felt her excitement leak out of her and drip down your hand. 

Brienne clenched around your fingers as she writhed beneath you, and you continued to pump in and out of her as best you could as she rode out her high. Once her thighs loosened their grip on your head and her hips had mostly stilled, you began to lap up her arousal, cleaning off her folds and her thighs before crawling up to meet her in a sensual kiss.

Her breathing was labored as she wrapped her arms around you, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. 

“Was that alright?” you asked, running your fingers through her hair and pressing a kiss to her hairline.

You felt her nod against your shoulder, a contented sigh passing her lips, her breath washing over your skin. The heat between your legs was growing with each second that Brienne’s fingers traced soft patterns on your hip and you pressed your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension. Of course Brienne noticed this, stilling in her ministrations against your hip and gazing up at you through blonde lashes. 

Her fingers danced across your skin, moving lower until they brushed against your thigh. You gasped as her fingers found your slick - you’d touched yourself before, of course, but nothing could compare to the way Brienne’s long fingers were grazing against your folds, the way the pad of her thumb began to rub gently over your clit. It felt ten times better than anything you’d ever done to yourself.

Brienne’s lips found the pulse point on your neck and she began to suck, gently at first, then more insistently, until it was almost painful. Then her tongue darted out, warm and velvety, soothing over the spot she’d just marked. 

Her fingers brushed against your entrance and you bucked your hips up to meet her just as she slipped two fingers inside, causing you to cry out. 

“Does that feel okay?” Brienne’s voice, thick with lust as it was, was laced with a tinge of worry, and sapphire eyes sought yours. You smiled at her, thrusting your hips into her hand as you nodded eagerly.

“Y-yes,” you panted out. “You can- go- deeper.” Your words were cut off by your own moans as Brienne’s fingers curled inside of you, and she took your word for it, thrusting in.

Brienne’s fingers were long and slender, and they somehow expertly managed to hit every nerve-ending inside of you. You could hardly believe it was her first time pleasing a woman - or maybe you were simply that desperate for her, that she could unravel you within minutes, no matter how she touched you. No, you thought as she began to pump her fingers faster, the heel of her palm pressing into your aching clit. She’s definitely just that skilled.

Your thighs began to tremble as every feverish ministration brought forth a pulsating pleasure that rippled through your entire body.

What nearly threw you over the edge was Brienne’s decision to latch onto your nipple, grazing it with her teeth. You let out a strangled moan, arching your back as she nipped and sucked at the hardened bud, her warm tongue soothing over it after every tiny bite.

Your walls clenching around her fingers as you finally came drew a moan from Brienne’s chest and she thrust deeper inside of you. You brought your hands to her head, nails scratching at her scalp as you pulled her, as gently as you could muster in your orgasmic haze, up towards your lips to kiss her.

She pulled her fingers out of you, careful to be slow and gentle, bringing them to her mouth and closing her lips around the digits. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, never breaking eye contact - it was the most sensual thing you’d ever witnessed, sweetened by the soft whimpering noises she made as your taste hit her tongue.

As she released her fingers with a pop, you lifted a hand to her cheek, caressing the flushed skin. Brienne leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When she opened them again, you were struck by the tenderness of her gaze, your heart skipping a beat. You hoped Brienne would never stop looking at you like that.

“Let me clean you up,” she said, pushing herself off the bed and going to fetch a clean rag, wetting it in the basin in the corner of your room before coming to rest between your thighs. She dabbed gently at your sex and you hissed as she came in contact with your sensitive folds, your clit. “Sorry,” she murmured, careful to be even more gentle as she cleaned you up, before dropping the rag on the floor - a problem for another time.

You wiggled up the bed until you were comfortable, opening your arms to Brienne who crawled after you and settled by your side. She slung an arm across your waist, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin.

Your own fingers came up to your pulse point, touching the sore mark Brienne had left earlier. She cleared her throat nervously.

“I’m sorry… I wanted to mark you,” she whispered sheepishly. “I-I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“I think I’ve been yours from the moment we met,” you replied truthfully, smiling at the heavy blush that spread across Brienne’s cheeks.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as sleep threatened to claim you both. 

“Brienne?” you whispered.

“Yes?” Her voice was heavy with sleep, you could tell she was fighting to keep herself awake.

“Will you stay the night?” Your nervousness must have been evident in your voice, for Brienne’s lips were upon yours in a second, her arm tightening possessively around your waist.

“Of course, my lady. I would like nothing more.” 

You tucked your head under her chin, sighing contentedly as you felt Brienne’s breathing even out, becoming deeper, as her fingers stopped moving and her arm became heavier across your middle.

This was where you would like to spend eternity, you thought, as you snuggled closer to her. There was no one in the world whose arms you would rather be in.

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huge shoutout to @afeatherformills as well as my girlfriend for helping me out with this and beta-ing <3

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I- i want you to give me some caviarpearl hc’s if you want to,,if not,,,you good :)

(I also love ur art)

I may have a few. -Firstly and foremost; NONE OF THEM KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING. Like, at all. The one with the most experience with even the slightest bit of romance (and I use that word VERY lightly) is Pearl, who got trust issues from it SO BADLY it inverted her colors. Caviar's been too preoccupied in being a Captain and glorified babysitter to his misfit crew among other things to so much as give a toss about romance, and she literally secludes herself in the literal wreckage of her past relationship as a reminder of how naïve she was and horrible people are. The slowburn is REAL and neither of them realize until it's too late. As in, they could be literally dating for a good 2 or 3 years and a second party would still have to spell out what's going on for them.

-Black Pearl is touch-starved AS FUCK. She hasn't had or given any physical affection in literal centuries, so when say; Caviar like gives her a reassuring shoulder pat when she's in one of her "murder moods", she blanks. Completely forgetting what she was angry about and now has a MIGHTY NEED for more but refuses to acknowledge it. Cue when they FINALLY are on a more rrrromantic ground, and she's hanging her head off his shoulder like your household cat demanding attention and affection.

-The good old classic; Villainess that playfully flirts to make the hero annoyed or uncomfortable, until he goes and flirts back and WHAT THE HELL, YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT!! (//0m0//)

-Mayhaps my son, my beloved boy, Caviar would be the last to ~realize~. Mainly because he first has to figure out that's what he's feeling first. But, he would probably be somehow more stubborn about admitting it than BP. Don't get him wrong, he's good at picking up on more emotional cues from others, but he's absolute garbage on how to handle his own. So, he just kinda sits on his more complex feelings until his ass is sore. Not sure if acknowledging them would be more trouble than it's worth. Ever the crispy captain that never admits to having a soft spot.