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Broskiiiiii how's your chess match??? Did you win? Also, are ya good? I chatted you on discord broo this isn't youuuuu — your beloved bri🤌🏻
2nd place brooo but I'll take it, I was sooo distracted i thought he was targeting my king but he was targeting my queen instead, i almost had him tho.
but im very sure he's flirting with me, ykkkk his constant glances and flirty remarks or maybe its just his personality, idkkkk broo
i havent check my discord for weeks now my social battery is dead, I'd rather have long conversation with you brooskiii💕
⊹ characters : la signora, jean, ningguang (separate)
⊹ synopsis : though they are normally calm and composed, you have a trick to drive them to a point of desperation
⊹ warnings : technically DUB-CON⚠️**, drug/aphrodisiac use, overstimulation, thigh riding (ning), strap-on (jean, referred to as a cock/dick after first mention), tongue riding (signora)
⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), not beta read
**all have kinda clearly had sex with reader before, however the dubcon warning is there bc, yk, unexpected drugging
fair warning guys i’m half drunk rn writing most of this (esp ning) so idk jusg take it LMAO. the only thing savjng this fic rn is my autocorrect. so sorry about the grammar
You have a good tiles bri, u can do "syete pares" method (7 pairs 1 three) thing or do the normal, i see that the joker is 8 character and you have that tile so dont dispose that😟 i rlly recommend u do the "syete pares" so your prize is big🤑💰💸💵💷 (if u win ig)
⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), not beta read
⊹ KUJOU SARA
Oh, the way she holds her bow. Her sword, too. She’s grown up learning how to wield these things, and so her hands are incredibly tough and defined from years of practice.
She tends to show desperation in her hands—in the way her rather defined knuckles curve out when she grips tightly on your skin. It shows her need. Her desire for you.
The general’s hands have endured in countless of battles, but they instead treat you like the manifestation of salvation.
Her hands—so sinful and filled with war—performed their prayer in the form of touching your body.
How blessed she must be. A general like her, so serious and so undeserving, yet gifted with the chance to worship you like this. Her fingers gripped your thighs so tightly, so much so that her knuckles and joints stressed from holding on. You felt the roughness of her fingers on your skin, holding you like she holds her bow, or like she holds the hilt of her sword.
In the same sense, your body is an art she fears to let go.
Her tongue slowly works wonders into you. And every little whimper that spills from your pretty lips has her gripping your thighs and pulling them closer to her. She pushes them against each side of her head, so that she may envelope all her senses to be filled with you, and only you.
“My lady,” she whispered breathlessly, pulling away from your heavenly core for just a moment. One of her hands twitched from desire, before she begged, “Please, may I—”
One little yank on her hair closer to your core was enough of an answer to dive in.
She let go of one of your thighs, her pointer finger quickly and almost shakily rubbing against your clit to collect its fluids. And then she plunged in without warning—her immediate fingering had you gasping, and she shivered from delight at the sound.
Her fingers relished your core like it was the last night she’d ever live, for war was all the general knew. But at least she’d get to indulge in your taste for another night before she goes.
⊹ JEAN GUNNHILDR
A bit nimble, though you can presume it’s from how long she has to hold a pen every day. Sometimes a bit shaky, too, especially after a long night of paperwork.
But her hands are still so toned from her skill with a sword. They look like that of a strong warrior, yet also of a tired desk-work woman all at the same time.
She has a nicely thin wrist to grab so you can guide her hands. They are skilled in fighting and in holding her pen, but they get shaky trying something new.
“Start reaching down for me, will you?”
She whimpered a bit at your words, too shy to start following them. Her hands were already kneading her own bare breasts, right under the mischievous gaze you presented her.
So ridiculously did she sit in her chair; yet so irresistibly adorable in your eyes. A wild blush painted her face as she followed your instructions on how to touch herself, though her hands were unskilled at such a feat. And that was why you were in front of her, telling her exactly how to move her shaking hands.
They were so pretty. They were beautifully built hands, though tainted with a few ink stains on her palms from her pen. Upon her hazy state, she whimpered at sudden contact—your own hand had dived to tightly grip at her small wrist. She found her breaths growing shallower as you snaked her shaking hand down her stomach, closer and closer to her core. Once you brushed her own two fingers against her clit, she squeaked.
“Now press on it,” you instructed her, and she gasped when she felt your breath hit her little bud. “Slide them up and down. You’ll do good for me, won’t you?”
Oh, how she was weak for your praise. So desperate to hear it—so desperate to learn just for you—she began to slide her fingers. A soft moan erupted from her lips, and her mind felt dazed when she saw your lips curl upwards.
“Adorable,” you whispered, before you took her fingers in your hold. She gasped as you inserted her own digits inside of her; the feeling was so foreign and so wet, but somehow your adoring eyes made her squirm in breathless delight. Her shy fingers looked so pretty buried inside of her, and the way you smiled said it all.
⊹ EULA LAWRENCE
They’re elegant and graceful, yet so strong at the same time—and she doesn’t even know it.
She moves her hands as practiced from growing up with the aristocrats, so it’s only natural she presents them so eloquently. But her hands have also learned to endure the heaviness of her greatsword, thus shaping her hands to look like a mixture of a princess and a warrior.
Because of this, she doesn’t know when she’s being too rough with her pretty hands. She’s too used to it by now, that she has no clue when her fingers are fucking you so hard.
“Quiet down, please.”
She utters this, because she doesn’t know how much she’s downright breaking you right now. She believes it’s a normal pace—slow, even—that she is fingering you in.
Slow, steady, and even. Her hands have been rougher with her greatsword; they’ve curled around the hilt so tightly before as she swings it around with the force of a strong fighter. They’ve gripped tightly like no other just to prove her own worth.
But you were no weapon, and she did not treat you like one. And yet here you were, sitting on her lap and crying out such indecencies like “‘s too fast, Eula!” and “please… not so rough.” She couldn’t understand; her fingers were pumping into you at a normal intensity in her books, though your body was squirming uncontrollably against her own.
In fact, she felt a little offended. Were you implying she was just too rough? Was she too much as a person? Did you want her to be more aristocratic?
She gritted her teeth right next to your ear. If you claimed such false things, then she will have her vengeance. Her fingers plunged into you deeper and harder than before, and this time she was actually trying to go rough. She hooked on your cunt the same way she hooks on to her hilt—tight and brutal.
You almost screamed out at every curl and every thrust she gave you, your body practically collapsing right on to her.
Good, she thought. If you cried rough, then she’ll show you what rough is.
⊹ SHENHE
So dainty yet so defined, fit for a warrior and a goddess. She grew up with the adepti—of course she has her own way of doing things.
Light blue painted. Some nails are really short, some are a bit longer, but nothing sharp. She keeps them at a short-ish height for best combat performance.
Untrained in the art of fingering, she likes testing all her fingers. And yes, she keeps her little hand glove on <3
Ahem.
“How does this one feel?” she muttered.
Four fingers splayed out on your inner thigh, meanwhile her thumb both plunged and rubbed inside of you. It almost felt like she was just doing this to experiment—which you honestly couldn’t doubt—instead of trying to pleasure you.
And perhaps, pleasuring you wasn’t her intention in the first place.
“Mm… good. It’s good,” you whimpered.
She made no verbal response, though from the corner of your eyes you swore you saw her head nod. The only real confirmation you got was when her thumb exited from your already soaking wet hole—she already tried all her fingers, with her thumb being the last one. And you’ve already came twice; once from her middle finger and now just from her thumb.
You thought she was done, or at least you hoped she was done. And so you let out a sudden moan when her pointer and middle finger suddenly plunged into you out of nowhere.
No slow slide, no warning—just straight in. You felt your walls pulsing to take both of them in, her hands feeling like magic inside of your already overstimulated mind.
“So it seems two fingers together gets more of a reaction out of you…” she observed. “I don’t… think I understand…”
She sounded confused, and if you weren’t pleasured out of your mind right now, you would’ve called her cute. In some sort of trial and error experiment, she slowly exited her fingers, then tried a different combination: her middle and her ring finger this time. You gasped once again from the full feeling; she seemed to take note of it.
“Hmm…” she thoughtfully hummed. “I guess I’ll just keep trying until I get it.”
you guysss this is making my hand obsession worse ☹️
Hi! I’m Aila. This is my side blog where I reblog things and follow back people. Down below are the tags, feel free to block or surf them. Feel free to send me an ask or dm me!
TAGS!
#❤; recs — favourites
Recommendations! — my personal favourite fics or fanarts.
#🧡; mdni — nsfw
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — an implied nsfw or nsfw fics or arts.
#💛; (anime/manga/show name) — spoilers
A spoiler tag — ex: #💛; encanto — spoilers
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