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[ssahotchnerr]

no but imagine pre-relationship aaron with fem!reader who can fall asleep anywhere & in the most uncomfortable positions known to mankind 💀 aaron is both terrified and amazed bcs how do you keep doing that 😧 but then every time he sees you like that he slowly & carefully arranges you in a more comfortable position 🥹🫶🏻 & the team gives him shit for it 💀

(luvie can I be 🪷 anon 🥹🫶🏻)

makeshift

omg stop i love that cw; fem!reader, bau family banter, pining aaron <333

falling asleep in a federal prison, may seem like a hard thing to do. surrounded by the worst of the worst, distant yells from the inmates floating down the hall, the mere location itself. but apparently, not for you.

the facility was currently on lockdown, meaning no one was going in or out, and therefore you were stuck overnight. as a result, the warden offered one of the locker rooms to be strictly the bau's 'break room', so to speak.

after his last, rather unpleasant interview of the evening, aaron was hellbent on a fresh, but not very good, cup of coffee. as he pushed the door open and entered, his focus diverted straight to you.

you were laid across a steel bench - eyes closed, hands clasped over your stomach, absolutely gone to the world. however, if you moved an inch - or probably less - would you completely topple onto the hard floor.

"you're kidding." aaron deadpanned as he looked at you in pure astonishment, coffee long forgotten.

"she's been like that for thirty minutes now." jj commented from where she was leant against one of the sets of lockers, head bent down as she scrolled through her phone. "but are we surprised?"

"nah," derek snorted lightly. "but hey, better than the floor."

"tell me about it." a low grumble came from reid, somewhere.

aaron's face pulled into one of discomfort, his brows drawing into a line above his eyes. the surface you were asleep on, had to be cold, for starters, by nature of the material and the a/c was still kicking in high gear despite the cooler temperature outside. the flat metal had to be highly uncomfortable, no cushion underneath you at all, most likely digging into your shoulder blades. you'd inevitably be waking up to an angry back, which aaron knew from experience - from past events where you miraculously drifted off in questionable positions.

eager to lessen the outcome, aaron shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders. he balled it up, situating it snug under his arm.

next, he crouched beside you, cradling your head in his hand as he lifted it gently. at the movement, you stirred, a small noise escaping you and aaron froze, waiting for you to settle back down before resuming his actions. part of him feared his current, drumming heart would somehow rouse you more.

but once you had, he slid his jacket underneath your head - a makeshift pillow. it wasn't much, but it would at least alleviate some of the pressure collecting in your neck, and you wouldn't be as sore when you awoke. the next thing he had to figure out, something to lay on the ground, on either side of you, to soften the fall in case you were to-

"that's real cute hotch." derek grinned, grabbing aaron from his thoughts. "when you make up my bed next, can you add one of those pillow chocolates? thanks."

"funny."

aaron stole a glance at you, a calmness brushing over him and the ends of his lips daring to tug upwards into a smile. he couldn't help himself - sure, he wished you weren't fast asleep on a bench that could cause potential harm if you budged, but it didn't hide the fact that you were, well, you.

his hopeful, hidden attempt didn't go unnoticed by one person though, who naturally had to open their big mouth.

"that's nothing compared to that case in montana," aaron shot dave a pointed look to quit it, but only got a wink in return. "hotch practically carried-"

"dave."

"aaron." dave quipped back, an eyebrow quirked high in amusement, but fell silent. although, his witty expression didn't falter, as if he were noting to aaron that it wouldn't be difficult at all to be persuaded to continue.

"whoa whoa there, rossi," morgan straightened his posture, a hand out. "go on."

[seattlesellie]

thinkin abt eating bbf!ellie out while she’s gaming and on a call with reader’s brother ☺️

she would have to keep muting her headset every 30 seconds bc she couldn’t keep quiet and eventually would just toss her controller on the floor and end the call so she could fuck reader stupid while reader’s brother is spamming her w texts asking where she went 😭

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ok u got me with this… 💗🪷

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ʚɞ it was purely innocent at first, you swore to god it was. what’s so wrong about sitting on your girlf— well, that isnt quite right. on your frien— god, thats not exactly it either. on your… brother’s best friends (that’s better) lap while she’s playing a video game? she let you in, in fact, she signaled you to come closer with a small pat on her thigh before you did. “m’not a dog…” you scoffed, pouting before rolling your eyes, desperately trying to hide the fact that even that mere, simple gesture made it feel funny in your stomach. “no, but you’re my—“ she stopped, and grazed the corner of her mouth with her tongue. “just come warm me up”

ʚɞ that was her excuse for everything. wanted to hold your hand after splitting you raw? it’s just to warm her up. move closer while her arm is loosely placed on your chest while “hugging” you from behind while laying on the bed? come warm her up. she’d never admit she just yearned to feel you close, craved to touch you at any given moment, as if you’d slip away if she didn’t.

ʚɞ she was wearing her headset, and a couple of baby hairs frizzled up on the top of her head. both hands on the controller, wrapped tightly around your waist, continuously yelling at someone you guessed was a complete stranger she was playing with. “who are you talking to?” you questioned, trying to stop yourself from grinning at how cute she looked with her tongue poking out of her mouth when she was hyperfocused on the screen. “shh…” she sushed, slightly blowing out her eyes. “your brother”

“he can hear me?!” fuck. that came out way too loud. she abruptly placed her left palm on your lips, to shut you up. “just a sec, man” she spoke into the mic. “you cant make any noise” she whispered, and when you winced, she smirked. “just watch, and keep quiet”

ʚɞ being quiet, was not exactly your forte. especially not when you were supposed to (it was as if someone placed a red button with a huge sign of “do not press!”— you have to press.) and especially, while you were sat on ellie’s lap, and she kept sniffling and huffing and cursing those little “fuck” and “shit” under her breath and the air she blew, caressed your neck and made you shiver and… her hand, on that damn controller, her fingers circling the silicone ball, her thumb, to be more specific, and it’s a little fucking distracting— how she happens to bounce her leg, making you bounce up and down with it’s movement, every time she's upset someone had killed her in the game, and how when she wins a round, she lays herself back on the chair, spreads her legs and cockily murmurs into the mic “fucking got you, asshole”

ʚɞ did she know what she was doing, as she slapped your thigh when she won the 3rd round in a row? did she know that when she bounced you up and down, your tummy flipped and your eyes rolled back? even if she did know, what you did next was so not fair to her.

ʚɞ you pressed your ass deep inside her lap, making the fat squish down on her thigh, and she cleared her throat, and chuckled. clearly, it did something to her, her throat feeling suddenly dry, but she didn’t want you to know. you stopped, and she readjusted herself, straightening her back. “i’m out of fuc…ing ammo” and with that, you pressed your ass down even deeper into ellie’s lap, cause her face to twitch in the slightest. “give me some fuc—“ now, you purely rocked your ass back and forth on her crotch, staring at the screen, attempting to appear as aloof as you could. it made her stretch her head back, and huff out a small, shaky breath. she placed her hand on your thigh, and squeezed hard. it wasn’t a nice, thoughtful gesture, it was a sign to stop fucking moving, you’ve been warned. she was on a winning streak and you were about to ruin it.

ʚɞ your shorts were truly way too short, bordering on underwear, the material was truly too thin, and she could feel every inch of you through her sweats. your thighs, your feet rocking back and forth and kicking her on purpose, and your ass who grew to be the biggest distraction of all— “just a sec dude, im pausing just… taking a water break”

she was going to lose, and she knew it.

she took the headset off, and placed it, no— threw it on the table. “what are you doing?” she murmured in a low, raspy voice. you managed to catch your breath, and attempted to sound as angelic and innocent as you possibly could. “nothing…?” you quipped, and smiled softly. ellie slightly nodded her head up and down. “keep doing nothing, see where that gets you”

“not doing anything, swear” and the way you put your hand on your chest, right where your heart is, and then palmed it to give it the smallest, gentlest squeeze… “jesus fucking christ” she huffed, and stared down. she wasn’t going to get out of this, and she certainly wasn't going to win.

ʚɞ she spread her thighs wider, with you sat directly on her thigh, and put her headset back on. two can play this game. she didn’t want your brother to know about you two, and you didn’t want him to know even more. you moved yourself to sit right on her center, right where her crotch is, and the wheeze that came out of her mouth— “fffuck”

“you good, ellie?” that was your brother’s voice popping out of her headset. you were that close to her face. your cheek pressed up on her’s, and you moaned inside her ear, a small “aaah, ellie” and you knew that would get her, because nothing made her wetter than those damn moans, and when you added her name in the mix—she cleared her throat, and if you saw the way her eyebrows scrunched together, her eyelids simply resting shut because she had to physically restrain herself, you’d have probably started whining and begging. “m’good, yeah—keep going” was she talking to you, or to him? you made up your mind. she was talking to you.

ʚɞ you grinded youself back and forth again and again, and you knew you rubbed her right where she needed you. you pressed down hard, and it hit right on her clit. “god” she huffed, her breaths growing shaky and uneven. she bumped her crotch into your ass and it made you squeal like a chew toy. “sh— shut up” she groaned, and hastily placed her palm on your mouth again. “shut the fuck up bro”. it was truly disgusting, how turned on you were by grinding yourself up against her, letting her clothed crotch hump your ass. ellie, desperately dug her palm extra hard on the controller, as she felt a glob of slick leaking out of her cunt, because she knew that if she let it go, her hand would immediately drop down to your pussy, and start fucking you raw on the chair.

ʚɞ the wet, sticky patch in your underwear grew bigger and bigger every time you bounced, circling your ass in fast, needy movements on her crotch as if you were trying to win a race. ellie's mind left the game already, completely blind to what was happening on the screen, but kept on pretending. it was funny to her, truly, how pathetic you looked. your movements growing messy, sweat sticking down your forehead, your bottom lip between your teeth, and she almost let you use her body to cum, and you swore you almost did. your small chocked out breaths were growing heavier and needier, and you huffed small whispers of her name in broken little sentences. “mmhm el-lie” she smirked, and placed her hand up on the small mic to block the obscenity that was about to escape her lips; "about to cum in those little fucking panties? hm? you’re so fucking slutty”

ʚɞ and thats exactly when you stopped, and peeled your shaky body off of her. she seemed confused for a second, because god she was loving it, the way you tried to get her flustered and turned out a needy, flustered, moaning mess yourself. she didn’t even need to do anything, just purely exist, for you to nearly cum inside your shorts. her lips curled into to a small, teasing smile. “what are you doing?” she mouthed. you got down on your knees, placing yourself directly in front of her crotch. ellie hovered over you in a manspread, and you put your chin right on the chair. “nothing” you mouthed back, and gave her a small pout. she huffed, as her game character stood idly on the ground, a black rifle in her hand, and your brother paced nearer and nearer. you placed your hands on her thighs, and batted your eyelashes. she sighed, and gazed at you with a prying look.

“you’re gonna fucking kill me”

“hell fucking yes i am” your brother exclaimed, muffled in her headset.

ʚɞ you didn’t even peel the grey sweats out of her body, you straight up yanked them down. what you saw… didn’t disappoint you in the slightest. a wet spot, perhaps even bigger than yours, making her black boxers take even a darker shade of black. you let out a shaky “oh my… god”, as she slid off of the chair, her eyes rolling back. “m’playing… just keep fucking going i’m playing” again, she wasn’t talking to you, or was she? she looked at you again, warning you. you blinked slowly, trying to tease her as much as you could. ellie's eyes squinted, and she hesitated for a moment. she brought her hand down and caressed the top of your head. although she was gentle, you could tell how crazy you were driving her. she bucked her hips forward, and mouthed; “lick”

ʚɞ firstly, you gave a small lick to the soft fabric, and felt her tangy sweet taste just merely grazing your pink muscle. then, she aggressively patted her hand on the top of your head, again, and made you look up at her. her eyes turned a darker shade of emerald green, and she looked angry. “dont play with me” she mouthed, and squeezed your cheeks together. she gave the right one a small pat, and then a stinging little slap, making you yelp. she was in control, and she was going to use you.

ʚɞ she placed the controller on your fucking head, and pushed her soaking boxers down, to lay loosely wrapped aound her ankles. ellie pushed your face forward to meet her weeping core, and you immediately stuck your tongue out, to gift a delicate, slow lick to her glistening, peachy pink folds. you pushed it inside of her hole, and she clenched right on it. she gripped the controller harder, and looked absolutely gone. no matter how hard she pushed your head, you didn’t dare to ever meet her clit, the brat that you are, because you thought it was so much more fun to watch her suffer. “mmfuck” she groaned, “fuck— y-you man” and the way she whimpered right into the mic; “m’good dude just— fuck just my arm hurts” and looked downwards to give you a look that was purely warning you— keep on playing with her like that and she’d fucking make it hurt.

ʚɞ it was torturous, and she really got truly delirious, the way in which you licked around her cunt, stopping your movements to plant a simple, delicate little kiss on her thigh, just to hear her respond with a throaty groan, look down at you with her bangs sticking to her forehead, hand shaking around the black controller, biting her lip hard— because if she didn't, she would have moaned so loud she'd get kicked out of your family's home for fucking with your brother's precious sister. she shook her thigh to get you off of it, and it signaled to stop fucking teasing. "I can'— fuck— man fuck, im gonna fucking— lose the fucking game" she stutters, sounding like a complete idiot, biting her fist hard and twisting her face, her jaw clenched so tight because if he hears her, he's gonna think she's either about to pass completely out, or think she's in heat— and the fact that you won't, absolutely refuse to give her needy clit any attention, and the way you look so concentrated on torturing her, keeping your eyes fixated on her’s, acting all brave because you know she cant talk, and cant do anything because she’s fucking “busy” oh, you pissed her off— your mouth stuffed with her cunt, looking up to her as if you're not trying to kill her;

nope. she can't do this anymore. she grabbed the back of your neck forcefully, and pulled yourself off of her. you pout, and then you're slightly terrified, because the controller just met the floor with a loud thud. "i'll be back in 5 minutes" she breathlessly talks into the mic.

“swear— five fucking minutes, gimme five”

ʚɞ you both stare at each other for a moment, as if you're communicating with just looks, and she lifts herself off of the chair and you pounce back, but she's quicker than you.

you dont know how you find yourself pushed against the mattress, with her hand around your throat. she's not pressing, it's just wrapped around it, and she's angry.

"you fucking..." you look to the side, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. the wall, apparently, has a lot to say. "look at me" she whispers, and forces you to turn your head around and face her. freckles splattered all over her face, you try and concentrate on them but she's chasing your eyes.

ʚɞ she's too quick, it's all too fucking quick and you whine so loud, your back arching off of the bed and she presses you down, shoves her hand inside of your panties and chuckles; "you're a fucking... you're so fucking..." she’s breathless, and famished, because she doesn't even finish that sentence before her lips are on yours, hips jerking forward, as soon as she feels the puddle, or the sea, that's right inside your panties.

"fucking tease"

ʚɞ you swear you’re vibrating on her hand. “pl—ease” you plead, your voice whiney and quiet because all of a sudden, ellie has the upper arm, and you, poor you— can’t tease her anymore. “please what?” she coos. “please ellie…” and she cups your tits, both of them, and squeezes them together so tight it makes you leak down your thigh.

“s’not good enough” she tsk’s, bringing her forehead to meet yours. she merely hovers over your clit, and it’s that friction you were looking for so hard and—

her phone buzzes.

“where the fuck are you?”

“?”

“????”

“hello?”

she places the phone screen in front of you, pinches your chin with her index finger and her thumb, makes sure you actually look, and types;

“i’m fucking your sister, brb”

your breath hitches, and she chuckles, deeply and mockingly, like shes making fun of you.

“should i press send?” she teases.

“no…” you stutter, and yet again, attempt to wear the purest, most angelic and divine expression on your face. “oh… no?” she mocks, plunging a finger inside of you deep, cooing at how you gasp silently, imitating your gasp right back to you.

“nonono” you blabber incoherently, and she’s not even moving her finger, just letting you warm it inside.

“s’too bad…”

and with that, she presses “send.”

a moment passes.

“not funny dude”

oh, he didn’t buy it.

[fcthots]

lol imagine if reader and jay had a intimate moment and like jay bites her gently or sum and Gus thinks its an attack against his beloved mother and starts scratching the shit out off him

Like jason trys to fight him off and still keep going but it just ends wirh him setting on the bed and the reader putting Band aids all over him haha

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combining this and your other ask "But like jason biting and kissing your neck while on top of you 🫠 🪷<3"

You don't know how it started, but now he's on top of you. You're laying on the couch and his legs bracket your hips while one of his arms is used to support his weight and the other tugs your hair to expose your neck. The hickeys he's leaving will be entirely visible tomorrow and you're not sure what to do about that, but that's a problem for tomorrow you.

He's making noises that sound like a mix between a growl and a moan. "Mmmm." All of the sudden, he jolts. "OW. FUCK." His hand in your hair loosens so you look to see what happened.

Gus must have been up there for a while and you two just hadn't noticed, but now he's smacking the back of Jason's head with his paw. You can't help but laugh.

Jason looks annoyed. "You, shut the fuck up. OW. GUS. DO YOU FUCKING MIND?"

You laugh harder when Gus smacks him again. Jason looks at your neck, looks at the cat, looks at your neck, and tries to bite it again.

Gus jumps on his head. His head smacks into your shoulder.

"Ow," "Meow," and "Ouch." Are all said at the same time. Gus moves off of Jason and continues to smack him.

"Wow, Gus. You're such a protector. Maybe you should be Red Hood," you laugh.

Jason grumbles and glares at Gus.

[s1utlvr]

jealous!clarisse hcs?? only if you can!💝xx! also do you do emoji anons if you do could i please be 🪷 ! 💗💗

ofc ml!!!

Jealous Girl ৻ꪆ

a/n: we’re doing this again quick little cute hc’s before bed <333 Also my first emoji anon ahhh ilysm<33333

Clarisse is definitely the jealous type like absolutely no thought about it.

You were probably single for a while before you started dating Clarisse and were like wtf??? Until you realized it was cause people just automatically assumed you and Clarisse were dating and It wasn’t until you confronted Clarisse about this that you started dating.

After that Clarisse tries to the best of her abilities to tone down the intimidation tactics (More than likely cause you forced her too) but the girl still definitely gets jealous.

Clarisse is definitely like a level 10 clinger like always hanging onto you but if someone is even looking at you in a wrong way her grasp on you gets that much tighter.

She’s not the pda type but best believe if someone’s trying to flirt with you she’s all over you.

Clarisse absolutely loves hearing you talk about her especially when you refer to her your girlfriend.

Ok so you definitely try and put her in her place about constantly intimidating people but she will still most definitely silently let it be known that you mess with her girl you will be pulverized.

So maybe she has a problem but you’re her girl, and everybody’s gonna respect that.

[screampied]

hear me out: submissive sukuna with a muzzle.

it's no secret that little demon has a biting problem, always sinking his fangs and marking your body whenever he can. nothing a good muzzle won't be able to fix. he'd fight against it so hard, the metallic wire cage frictioning on your skin as he pathetically tries to bite through it in a desperate attempt at imposing himself. he growls, hisses, throws a fit, relentlessly trying to keep some of his dignity but truth being told, he's secretly enjoying it. the more he protests, the more his brain turns to mush. it wouldn't take long before whimpers get thrown into the mixture of animalistic sounds he was letting out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and the red tint of his flushed cheeks peeking out from titanium wires and the leather straps that cover most of his face. as he gets tired of fighting, whimpers and ragged moans become all that manages to escape his covered lips before his body finally collapses.

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ohhhh kitty flower i feared u cooked. oh to brat tame the sukuna ryomen. i kinda feel like sukuna has such a pretty face when he cums idk. his eyes would roll all back n everything omg need it BAD

[b4ddprincess]

ELLIA I DID IT, I FUCKING DID IT, I CANT BELIEVE IT OMG. I FUCKING BECWME PURE CONSCIOUS, una rebut I still did it OMG 😭😭😭

I'm the 🪷 anon. These days I tried doing breathworks but I always ended up being anxious because I don't want my sister to know even if it's something normal lmao (few years ago mh sister discovered that I used subliminals, I was embarrassed af 💀 so I try to be cautious now) + I always became a bit lazy, like following the breathing patterns. I also always ended up focusing a lot in my body.

So I left that method and I kept going through other pure consciousness posts and kept reading @eternal-forever and @catherineaboutlife posts. I read their success stories do I decided to do it the same way as them, specially since i realized it was easier for me to focus on something Im hearing, as I'm really good on focusing on music while I imagine myself dancing and ignoring the 3d completely.

Today I put on brown noise, took my headphones and I laid down. I tried to focus only on the noise, and every single time I thought came to me I just let it pass. Sometimes it was difficult but then I would say to myself "just let it go", if I kept saying "focus" aggressively to myself, I would say "its okay, don't force it just listen to the noise". It reached a point where I stopped listening to the noise, then I suddenly kind of woke up. I saw the time on my phone, and I saw that I listened to the noise for 30 minutes. I thought "I fell asleep" and I continued with my day.

But now, when I was finished watching an episode of a serie I'm watching I realized that I became pure consciousness, that I did not sleep!! Now let me epxlain myself. I'm someone who CANNOT sleep with headphones on,i tried every single way to do so. With a ff tapes, relaxing music, breathworks, even brown noise when I'm in a sleepy STATE, NOTHING. I'm someone who need to adjust itself before sleeping + I never sleep on my back since it's uncomfortable, and if I was sleeping I wouldn't have woke up I the same position that I fell asleep because ei soneonewho moves a LOT.

I just realized like 5 mins before writing this, I FUCKING DID IT ELLIA, I CANT BELIEVE IT, I WAS UNAWARE BUT I DID IT 😭😭😭

Also these days whenever I woke up I would affirm "inducing pure consciousness is easy for me", but like few times only. I'm so fucking surprised...

YASSSS!! tht's MY anonie 🤭💞 congratss booo!!

[zweiginator]

i need reader flashing patrick like mid argument😓 likeeeee holy moly

also this is my first time ever sending a request so hopefully i can be 🪷 anon!!

patrick would forget everything immediately; he was mad at you for being snarky with him all day and having an attitude. you said things you didn’t really mean and you rolled your eyes at him a few too many times. and you really do care about his feelings and making things better but neither of you are great at talking things out. it works out better to be physical with each other, to give out a signal to call it a truce and fuck it out.

lifting your shirt up while he’s picking another fight with you about it and you’re not wearing a bra so your tits drop out and patrick just tilts his head like he’s a puppy and you can practically see the drool pooling under his tongue as his mouth parts.

patrick fondling your tits and pressing hot kisses to them, swirling his tongue around your nipples and squeezing the supple flesh of them, pushing them together. you letting him fuck your tits, his cock pushing between your lips with each thrust of his hips until your face is covered in thick ropes of his cum and he completely forgets ever being upset with you in the first place.

[tra1nchi]

GRRRRRR 🐕 I NEED SOMEONE TO FEED MY BREEDING AND BONDAGE KINK

(Feral rn 😔)

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Oh my gracious dear,,there's so many possibilities with a breeding k1nk i cannot,,minors dni

An alien/otherworldly species that had no IDEA how human anatomy works,, being one of the frontline soldiers to fight back against their invasion only to be captured,,tied in a creatures tentacles and fucked endlessly!! The creature wouldn't stop until you were pregnant,,having no idea that would never be a possibility!!

Orrr

Fucking your ftm bf until he crying and squealing all over your cock :( he was exhausted but you seemed in the daze of impregnating him!! Continuously boucning him up and down until he passes out from overstim!!

[edgeray]

HI, first of all, i love your write so much 💕💕💕💕💕, you're so creative, please, as long as you feel good writing, write!!! You are very good at it, and you feed Arle stans so weel.

Second, did you by any chance watched bridgerton ? If not, just ignore it, it's more to give a historical context (and dresses in beautiful scenery, for sure). Bridgerton is a period show (and books) that takes place at the beginning of the 19th century (1810-1820) [Although, I think Arlecchino would fit even more within the context of the Victorian age, but I think it might be an idea saved for another request]. Given the context, I believe my request becomes clearer :

Arlecchino who pretends to be a man (dressing and acting like one) to get married to the reader.

It's not news to anyone that Arlecchino is part of a powerful nobility family and it's also not news to anyone that she hates playing the female role given to her (and I can't imagine her wearing the fluffy dress ever!!!!), so seeing her childhood best friend become the diamond of the season (basically the favorite debutant of the season for both the queen and the suitors, in a very short way) She realizes that she needs to enter the marriage market too, in this case to fight for your hand.

Please feel free to change any part of the order, I don't want this to become boring for you to write.

So thank you for share your works and read it, (can i?) 🪷anon.

Courting a Lie

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N- Of course you can be 🪷 anon! Thank you for your kind words. I aim to feed. Arle for everyone!! Sorry that this is super late… I will assume the reader is female for this because a debutant is a woman. Also didn't know how to make it GN! since there's no gender neutral aristocratic titles as far as I know. Sorry GN! readers :(  While I haven't watched Bridgerton, from your description of the era, I've read quite a few manhwas set in a European aristocratic society that sounds just like this. I get the general gist of what you're saying from those manhwas so I drew some inspiration from there.  I've never really written for a historical fiction AU so we shall see how this goes. Apologies in advance if it is cringe. I did change a few things for the plot, but not because it was boring, more because of my own plot/backstory building. I actually had a lot of fun researching random bits for this request, and this request is among my most developed and thoughtful works on Tumblr! Still don't know how to dialogue though… I really liked writing this kind of setting so I would be pretty happy if a part 2 of this was requested... how did I do in terms of writing this? hopefully not too far from bridgerton?   Content warnings / info - arlecchino is referred to as a man and uses masculine pronouns for a little bit, 2.0k words

You don't quite remember what occasion it was when you first met her. Perhaps it was a charity ball or some celebration. Either way, you were at most eight years of age when you met your first friend, a quiet, petite child hiding in the corner of the Snezhevna Estate's garden, ducked nearby a bush. You wandered away from the garden party, as you couldn't find any other children your age that weren't pestering, so you explored the edges, admiring the flowers. 

You stumbled upon a white haired child, with her white dress sullied by her kneeling on the dirt. Similarly, her pale hands were soiled, as if she had dug into the earth with her fingers alone. You nearly gasped at the sight–no lady would ruin their dress so carelessly, especially a dress seemingly adorned as hers. Nevertheless, you were in awe of the courage to do so. Was it possible she wasn't educated well? It'd be damaging to her family's reputation if anyone were to see the condition of her apparel.

You approached her carefully, your voice small in hopes that you wouldn't sound rude. 

“Hello,” you greeted first, and the child turned her head over her shoulder, gazing at you. 

Your breath hitched as you glanced at her eyes, each black pit filled with a red cross in the center that made you suppose she didn't fit into any aristocratic family. You didn't know of any noble family that had such eyes, and it's only been known from noble families to hold particular sets of eyes. Did this girl really belong to nobility? 

“I know I'm not supposed to be in the dirt. Now leave me alone,” she says before turning away, her voice sounding far too monotone and androgynous for you to consider her a young noble lady. Nonetheless, the clear difference between her and the other guests of the function intrigued you. She was educated, or at least it seemed like it, but she had a disregard for creating a good impression. You ignored her request, instead, plopping yourself down beside her to see what it was in the dirt she was so interested in. 

“What are you digging in the dirt for?” You asked. She slumped, as if irritated by your persisted presence. 

“I'm looking for bugs. So go away, unless you want a spider on you,” she warned without looking at you, with the evident expectation her threat would ward you away. 

It did not, in fact, deter you. If anything, you pressed on, your expression contorting to that of fascination. “What kind of bugs?”

That seemed to snatch the young girl's attention as she turned to you, widened eyes as she observed you, searching your face for any lies. She couldn't believe that there was someone else who could be so ‘lady-like.’ Her apathy returns shortly after, and she glances back at the mound of dirt before her. 

“Young ladies aren't supposed to be interested in pests or dirtying their hands,” the white-haired child states, but it seems more like a recital of someone else's words. 

“Maybe. But it's fun, right?” You replied, offering her a small smile.

Although she still didn't face you, you watched her eyes gleam with life. Your grin grew in accordance. 

“So… you like bugs?” She questioned as she cups a worm she managed to uproot. 

“No way. Not touching them,” you shutted her down immediately and she pouted as you shook your head vigorously. 

“But… I thought you were better company than those other kids. So… I hope you don't mind having me too much?” you sheepishly remarked, wincing a bit at your apparent nervousness. In response, the girl huffed, gracing you with a faint smile. The sight sent flutters through your stomach, filling you with a rush of giddiness you never felt before. 

“Just don't scream, okay?” Is all she answered back.

And that was how you befriended the bastard daughter of the Snezhevna family. Since then, the two of you have been exchanging letters, and met each other at every possible social gathering in secret. Although your family discouraged meeting her so often, you ignored them. However, when you had just turned twelve, her letters stopped, as if she disappeared. You asked Marchioness Crucabena about her daughter, and all you received from the matriarch was a cold cut message: Peruere was receiving ‘education’ for indefinitely. 

Your heart sunk as you crinkled the letter in your hands, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of never seeing your dear friend again. Where had Peruere gone? You hastily wrote another letter, inquiring more about the education or if Peruere could write you back, but the Marchioness would not indulge you with additional information, essentially telling you to mind your business and to stop writing to her. 

You remember weeping into your pillows for the entire night until your eyes dried up, red and puffy from rubbing them constantly. You were haunted by memories of star gazing, of laying on the garden grass, of lounging in one another's arms. Your few moments of bliss were gone forever, stripped away with her absence. 

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Pureure always wished she wasn't born into a noble family. Aristocratic society was tedious and pretentious. Why her father ever chose to engage with something as disgusting as the Marchioness, it most definitely wasn't out of love–a fabled concept among nobles really. Peruere knew little of what happened to the late Marquess–his death was caused by a carriage accident–but she knew her birth father was with the Marchioness after the death. 

Regardless, between her and her half-sister Clervie, the Marchioness deemed Peruere better fitted as the heir of the family. In Peruere's opinion, Clervie would have made an impressive matriarch. However, when she inquired Clervie about it, her sister vehemently rejected the notion, wanting to remain carefree as she always was. For as heedless as her older sister was, she would be the model of a noblewoman, the favorite debutante had she wanted to take on the aristocratic responsibilities. In any case, Marchioness Crucabena always had a noticeable distaste for the two of them and Peruere suspected it was because she had no sons and marrying once more would mean losing the inheritance of her late husband. 

Peruere soon learned why exactly she was chosen as the next heir. It was easier for her to pose as a male rather than Clervie in order to appease the Marchioness. Added with Peruere's bastard status, few people knew of her existence, or more so, her familial ties with the Marchioness. With the Marchioness’s ‘education’ Peruere, the bastard daughter with a commoner surname, was transformed into Arlecchino Snezhevna, a bastard son with the Snezhevna surname, and so inheritor of the Marquess title. Pereure was erased effectively in the span of six years. 

Because Arlecchino was a bastard son, that label would have made it difficult to impose herself among other noblemen, and most especially, marry another powerful family. In that sense, what she could not make up in legitimacy, she had to make up in other qualities as a noble. Her hours, from dawn to dusk, consisted of history, economy, and art lessons, etiquette and mannerisms classes, 

and learning various skills such as conversational, dancing, equestrian, fencing, and hunting. Obtaining any length of slumber came few and far, and when rest was finally permitted, her body often ached too much for her to drift.

Instead, she laid conscious at night, her head tilted towards the window, the stars winking back at her. Her thoughts returned to you, as they always have during her respites, and she would wonder again and again if you were looking at the same night sky as she was, reminiscing over memories of stargazing. She often raised her hands to her eyes, the only question lingering in her mind would be if you would recognize these hands if she met you again, the same hands that held you. Alone in her chambers, Arlecchino, no Peruere, promised that she would meet you again, and maybe, this time she would never have to leave your side again. 

She only hoped that she would be good enough for you. 

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Your heart is thumping rapidly against your chest while your clammy and fidgety hands grasp onto the gloved hand of your dance partner, maintaining deep breaths and keeping your composure as best as possible. You match the steps of the bachelor gracefully and diligentfully, feeling many spectators’ gazes on your back. It’s both invigorating and exhausting to realize that you are the diamond of the season. Receiving this many dance requests is a good sign, yes, but it only means that you are creeping closer to having to choose a suitor.

And inevitably lose Peruere forever. 

You quickly snap out of your thoughts in order to further entertain your dance partner with small talk, and finally the dance ends. 

“Thank you, Earl Childe. It was a pleasure dancing with you. You make an excellent dancer,” you offer the young redhead a beaming expression. 

“You're quite one yourself. I quite enjoyed our time. Perhaps we could dance more privately at a later date?” The sauve bachelor replies back, matching your practiced smile with a cocky one. 

“Perhaps,” is all you say, and thankfully the bachelor walks away. 

You let out a sigh of relief, but it seems you thought too soon, as another set of footsteps approach you from behind. Turning around, you’re met with perhaps the most refined and handsome gentleman you've graced your eyes upon. Immediately, you feel your cheeks swell and you feel unnaturally timid. Sincere red-crossed eyes meet yours, and a faint, charming smile stretches on the lips of the nearing bachelor.

“May I have this dance, Lady [F/N]?” He offers his hand gracefully, and you take his. 

“I haven't introduced myself, pardon me. I am, Earl Arlecchino, Earl of Snezhevna,” he introduces himself with a knowing smile, or rather, she introduces herself as your face contort to that of shock at the mention of her family name. You halt as she initiates the dance, her grin growing as fondness spreads over her facial expression.

“Peruere?” You whisper as you reach out, placing a hesitant hand on her shoulder, your other gloved hand in hers. Her body warmth bleeds through the contact, and you sense it flow through your entire body. 

“It's Arlecchino, for appearances. I trust you won't expose me?” Peruere says, her eyes scanning over your entire form in awe. “You're… I don't quite have enough words to describe you. You're utterly beautiful.” 

You flush at the compliment before you forcefully tear yourself away from the bubbling giddiness within you, nodding at her first question. Your face attempts to appear stern and angry, but your eyes sabotage that. “I missed you… dearly. Where have you gone? Why didn't you write to me? I kept waiting for you…” 

Peruere's face softens, morphing to one of regret and sympathy. “I haven't stopped thinking of you either. My mother demanded I suddenly take lessons on how to be a nobleman, and with that, I was no longer Peruere, but Arlecchino. During that time, I had to endure everything my mother gave me, and I hardly had time to sleep. I have tried to send you some, but I suspected that the Marchioness meticulously checked what was sent and received. I've kept a pile of letters that I wrote for you, so you would be able to read everything I had to say over the years.” 

You inhale slowly before nodding, understanding her words. “You kept plaguing my dreams, Arlecchino. You don't know how long I've wanted to see you. Please… never leave me again. I don't think I can bear being without you again.” 

It's Arlecchino's turn to be surprised. “You… Are you asking me what you think you're asking me?” She breathlessly inquires, her voice on the edge of exhilaration, and you give her a hopeful smile. 

You nod. “I… I always thought you were the one since we were little. I didn't want to spend my time with anyone else. So… can you be beside me again?” 

Peruere nearly melts at your request. “As long as you'll allow me another dance.” 

[nottsangel]

Imagine this,

A threesome with Theo and Mattheo but they start making out and forget your there so you’re stuck cockwarming both of them.

Sorry if the is doesn’t make sense

(can I be 🪷 anon? <3)

oh to be mattheodore’s personal cockwarmer while they kissssss 😓 and you’re helplessly wiggling around, trying to create some friction, but it’s no use— their bodies are pressed so tightly against yours, you’re just stuck there!

[whose-lozerrr]

what about denying Bachira (+ whoever) his kisses because readers lips are chapped

(No pressure ofc!)

🪷-anon

Summary: Denying kisses from bllk boys because of your chapped lips

Characters: Bachira, Rin, Chigiri, Isagi, Nagi

Genre: Fluff <3

AN: I'm so so sorry this took so long. I've had such a horrible writer's block. 😭😭 I hope this is good. Kinda oc but I hope you enjoy reading this!! <3

Bachira Meguru

How could you deny this cutie patootie his kisses!!??

But you had to because your lips were chapped

He would definitely get upset and complain that it's fine that you have chapped lips

Would probably end up stealing a kiss or two anyway

"Meguru, no. No kisses, my lips are chapped badly right now." You say while pushing him away and denying his attempt to kiss you. He looks at you, his mouth agape in shock that you just denied his kiss. He pouts and storms off but not even a few minutes later, he storms back in and says, "I don't care about your chapped lips, I need my kisses." Then he would kiss you. Oh, you only thought once? Oh boy, you're in for a ride.

Rin Itoshi

What a mistake you made, denying Rin his kisses.. 💀

Honestly, he probably wouldn't care about your chapped lips. He just wants his kisses

Wouldn't listen to your pleas and just continue to kiss you

As Rin leaned in to kiss you on the lips, you backed up not wanting to kiss him with chapped lips. He looked at you kinda hurt that you denied his kiss. "Why won't you kiss me?" He asked softly. "Ah, sorry Rin. It's just that my lips are kinda chapped right now.." You admit bashfully. He then looks at you with annoyance in his eyes and grabs you by the waist to pull you in. "So? I don't give a shit." Then he continues to make out with you. Poor you. 😉

Chigiri Hyoma

Imo, he would be kinda hurt that you thought he would care that much

If anything would give you Vaseline or chap stick before he kisses you to make you feel better

But truly doesn't care

He just lives for his kisses

"Really? [Name], you're not gonna kiss me cause your lips are chapped?" He looks at you as if you just said the dumbest thing in the world. "Well.. Yeah, I mean I thought maybe you'd be grossed out.. " "Seriously?" He looks at you a bit flabbergasted before reaching into his pocket for a chap stick then applying it to his lips and kisses you very, very roughly. "There, now your lips aren't that chapped anymore."

Isagi Yoichi

Man, this precious boy 😭😭

Wouldn't give your chapped lips mind at all

If anything he probably has kinda chapped lips too

Would comfort you about and still kiss to show he loves your lips no matter what

"Um, Yoichi" You said softly as Isagi leaned in to kiss you. "Yes, [Name]. Is something wrong?" He backs up looking at you with a worried expression on his face. "Uh, I can't really kiss you right now because my lips are pretty chapped." As soon as you said that Isagi just stared at you in confusion before he laughed. "It's alright, love. So are mine." He says to reassure you before he smiles at you then leans closer to kiss your chapped lips.

Nagi Seishiro

Genuinely wouldn't give a damn

Probably wouldn't even give you a chance to tell him

He loves everything about you

Plus everything's a hassle to him so his lips are slightly chapped as well

"Uh, Nagi. My lips are chapped. So let me get my chap-" He cuts you off by kissing you. You look up at him in shock after he pulls away. Your face is flushed. "Nagi! Seriously! I didn't get to finish what I was saying!" Nagi holds you by your waist. "You were going to go grab something and that's too much of a hassle. I don't care about your chapped lips." You sigh, rolling your eyes. "Omg, you big baby" You say voice coated in annoyance but you have the cheesiest smile on your face.

[koiiiji]

I dont want to die yet but if its by suffocating from Jake’s bicep I’ll gladly accept it 😫

-🪷 anon🤯🤯

it’s been a while 🪷 nonnie!! just randomly got something out of ur message bro🤭🤭

author’s note ; okay now serious topic, empty blogs, pls update at least something in your blogs - age, some info like “here for fics/reblogs/etc/“ or at least some pfp, otherwise i will recognize you as bot blogs and will block you, thank u!

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playful fights had never been something big you and Jake paid much attention to. it was always just you and him snuggling into each other, like two cats, lightly biting, hugging tighter than needed, and playfully punching. but this time felt different. the second you thought Jake wrapped his arm a little harder around your waist, a mischievous grin spread over your face. wriggling out of his grip, you saddled up his hips and placed your hands on his chest, inaugurating your victory in this little fight. "got you," - you grinned at him, looking from top to bottom at his surprised expression. Jake looked at you with wide-open eyes, a little amazed at your courage, but he immediately came to his senses and responded with the same insidious smile, grabbing your elbows.

"are you sure, baby?" - he teased, pulling you towards him and forcing you to lean down to his level. with a swift, practiced movement, he rolled over onto his side, making you gasp as you suddenly found yourself beneath him. the unexpected motion left you breathless, your heart pounding as he loomed above you. but you weren’t one to give up easily. using all your strength, you pushed against his chest, flipping him onto his back once more. a triumphant laugh bubbled up from your throat as you straddled him again, pinning his wrists above his head this time. "now i’ve got you," - you declared, a playful glint in your eyes. Jake chuckled, clearly enjoying the challenge. "oh, really?" - with a burst of energy, he broke free from your grip and rolled you back underneath him. you squealed in surprise as he hovered over you, a smug grin on his face. "looks like i’m back on top," - he said, leaning in to brush his lips against yours in a teasing kiss. you couldn’t help but laugh, the joy of the playful fight filling you both. refusing to let him have the last word, you managed to wriggle out from under him once more, using the element of surprise to wrap your legs around his hips and flip him over and climb on top yet again. "not for long," - you quipped, breathless but determined. Jake’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he wrapped his arms around your waist, this time moving with a fluid grace that left you no room to escape. in one smooth motion, he pulled you down, shifting his position so that your back was pressed against his chest. his large biceps encircled you, one arm slipping under your chin while the other wrapped around your shoulders, while his legs pushed your hands down. you found your face nestled in the crook of his elbow, his huge biceps squishing your cheeks and making it nearly impossible to move. Jake laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that reverberated through you. "looks like i’ve got you now," - he murmured, his voice filled with affectionate amusement. you tried to wriggle free, but his hold was firm, his strength undeniable. "Jake, i can’t move!" - you protested, your words muffled against his skin.

"that’s the point," - he replied, chuckling as he tightened his grip just enough to keep you in place without causing discomfort. "i’ve taken over your head. you’re not going anywhere." despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. the sensation of his biceps pressing into your cheeks was oddly comforting, and you found yourself relaxing into his embrace. "okay, okay, you win," - you conceded, your voice tinged with playful resignation. Jake pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his laughter dying down to a contented hum. "i always do," - he said softly, his arms still wrapped securely around you. "but you put up a good fight.”

Jake laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and he rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so you were both lying face-to-face. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering as he traced the outline of your jaw, his eyes twinkling with mischief once more.

you snuggled closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat against your cheek. "i can live with that," you whispered, contentment washing over you as you basked in the warmth of his embrace.

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bonus : bro i got some ur and Jake photos here, i swear🥺😭🫶🏻🎀🩰💒🧺🧶🧸🐈🧴💌

[ssahotchnerr]

literally cannot stop thinking abt grocery runs with the family 🫠 Aaron will be carrying Ellie while she points out things she wants to add to the cart while jack is helping reader to push the cart 🥹 aaahhhh I cannot they're just so cuteee 😭😭😭

- 🪷

my heart is melting

hehe ellie simply refuses to sit in the cart seat. if aaron's in her line of vision, she must be with him, end of story. you'll put her in the seat anyway, to see if she'll actually choose to stay put, but every time: she's trying to wiggle out or she's holding out her arms for aaron to pick her up 🥹🥹🥹🥹

ellie's hoisted on his side, aaron's using one hand to grab items and toss them in the cart, showing/telling her what the food is, or what meal it's going to be apart of; "you see this? this is tomato sauce, and it goes with spaghetti. but don't tell your grandpa dave, this isn't the authentic stuff🤨" 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭😭😭 and omg you know how cereals sometimes have certain characters on the box? ellie happens to see her favorite show, and is adamant it's bought. she's pointing at it and getting a bit whiny. aaron will take it off the shelf and she holds onto it for the rest of the shopping trip, wants to hold it in the car too 😭 the only problem though, she wants it for the character on the box 😭 say it's some fruity berry cereal, it's given to her at breakfast the next morning, and she detests it. refuses to eat it, jack doesn't like it either, so you and aaron eat it so it doesn't go to waste, although the two of you don't enjoy it either 😭 come the next shopping trip, ellie sees it and wants it again, and aaron's all, "but honey you didn't like it😭"

or when ellie's learning to walk/finally has gotten the hang of it, she holds aaron's hand and waddles down the aisle 🥰🥹😭 (depending on the aisle too, not near any jars or glass containers) she's grabbing anything off the shelf she can reach. aaron's just following her, putting things back 😭💞💓💕

and jack 🥹 hehe he can barely see over the shopping cart, but he's at that age where he wants to do everything himself 😭 he tries to push it as much as he can, but can't, which is where you come in 😭 hehe he's in front of you as you push the cart, standing on the lower level compartment and getting a free ride 🥹 but jack's sooo helpful when shopping, and wants to be 🥹 you and aaron tell him what to grab, are very inclusive when it comes to picking out dinners/snacks/special treats. like with ellie being young and in constant need of attention, it's a small way to make him feel special 🥹🫶🏻 if ellie's in the shopping cart seat - and not happy about it - jack's distracting and entertaining her too 🥹💓🫶🏻

[hanasnx]

jason with a hung horse cock will always be real to me ꒰ ᐡ ´͈ ᐜ `͈ ᐡ ꒱

its so heavy on your tongue n in your stomach. he just needs to bottom out to the hilt n you’ll start spouting nonsense or mumble it through the stretch of his dick in your mouth. as he goes quiet n lets you ramble because you look so cute. slow grinds into your cunt n you cum. as he pulls out n back in with a tilt to his hips n you claw his biceps while you squirt all over his stomach

need feral pent up jason to wrap my hair around his hand n pull me back on his dick while he’s sayin shit like “such-a-good-fucking-girl-fuckfuckfuck” between thrusts. need him getting mad when i whine about how hard n deep he’s giving it to me making him go even harder “shut your dumb little mouth, pussy ‘s cryin for me down here don’t be a baby” i need to be sedated

imagine him coming back to you from his missions, his personal cock sleeve that he found one day n kept so he can use you whenever he want. him still wearing his mask n suit n letting him release his frustrations out on you, you have no other purpose other than being his cumdumpster that enjoys being used like a dirty mutt

and am i able to change my emoji to this 🪷 ;-;

-💃🏾

np i updated it. welcome back 🪷

personally i’ve always seen jason with a bull cock vs horse but that’s just me 🤚

this was so very cute :) especially the part where he calls you a good girl and then the “don’t be a baby” <3

[itsrlymine]

Hiii!

SUCCESS STORY!!

- so basicallyyy I was thinking back to this one time I felt like manifesting a certain audio coming up on my tt fyp (like those tt that r literally just song audios) and omg thinking back to this just made me realise how easy manifesting is LIKE ALL I SAID WAS “I don’t care when or how it will appear I just know it will” then I went to go eat dinner and then LITERALLY SCROLLED 3 VIDS DOWN AND KABOOM MY FAV PART OF THE SONG ALL THE WAY THROUGH AS WELL LIKE🤭

Another one was when in school we had to take mandatory cooking classes (always first thing in the mornings) so I just did the same thing and decided the class wasn’t going to move forward and didn’t care about how or whatever, and then my cooking teacher ended up not feeling well and since I was feeling extra lazy I did this for the next lesson except she had an exam for another class so woohoo!🥳 so we basically ended up doing nothing in a spare class

I just wanted to say that I LOVE the advice you give and ur whole page (literally)🫶💖💖

- from 🪷 anon?

YAYYYYY!1!!!!! I loveee these success stories so much theu are seriously warming my heart. I love that it is coming so easy for y'all. As it should! Lazy manifesting is the way bc no work needs to be done at alllll!

[gamblersdoll]

Thoughts on Genya and Sanemi (separately.) with aftercare? I feel like they’d act similar considering both of their gruff attitude as slayers and sweethearts as lovers

🪷 Anon

hi 🪷 anon!

for sanemi, i think hes the type to get softer (after absolutely destroying you, hes the kind to have your pussy sore for days..) and hes just “did i go too hard? hm? oh, papa’s sorry, baby.” and he has a cold towel on your folds for a minute. he doesn’t feel bad for it, you usually act out and you get what you deserved. especially if you acted out and you try to hide yourself.

now with genya? they are somewhat similar— dont get me wrong, but genya is more sweet. youre probably his first girlfriend so he goes all out. “you okay, bugga bugga? sorry for going too hard… i- i got caught up.” and instead? he uses baths with epsom salt. he remembers always being told to take one when he was sore, so he just did that. (or oatmeal baths, he loves those.)

now sanemi can be sweet, depending on what mood he was before, and how well you behave during your “treats” or “punishments.”

genya is automatically sweet to you. you basically taught him how to be sweeter to those he cared about, but he only softens all the way like ice cream when its you.