#TYSM FOR REQUESTING‼️

[transmascaraa]

heya!! could i request gaming cuddle headcanons :3

bf!gaming headcannons!

just your usual cuddle night, with your playful bf...

bf!gaming x gn!reader

author's note: i feel FAMOUS getting requests😭 when i got this one i was like "OH MY🤯" and i just started writing here. anyways tysm for your request and i hope it's what you wanted, and that you at least like it<3 also i love making this gaming content😭 i think i might've been the first one to do one btw so I FEEL PROUD.

"mmh... you're so soft... and warm..."

-since it's still very cold, even though february is finally here, you weren't warm enough

-you were under the covers with your boyfriend

-he was laying with you on the bed, playing some "relaxing" game on his phone, while you were resting your head on his shoulder

-you frequently pulled the covers more up so that they would warm you up a bit more

-but your boyfriend didn't notice yet. (despite seeing that something was bothering you)

-your ice-cold hands accidentally brushed against his belly under the covers, making him jump a bit.

-"your hands are so cold!" he let out a yelp.

-he was so warm, though.

-you wondered why, but then remembered that he's pyro.

-of course he's rarely cold.

-"sorry... mmm... i think i'm cold..." you were practically freezing. you were even shivering.

-"you think?" he asked, with a grin.

-"maybe." you mumbled under your breath

-"c'mere..." he put his phone away and snuggled up against you.

-he let out a few whines while he was still getting comfortable. you were so cold!

-after getting into a good position, he hugged your tight, pulling you even closer to him.

-"mmh... thank you..." you whispered.

-gaming blushed a bit, but then kissed your cheek.

-"you're welcome... you're so soft but so cold..." he said, shifting a bit closer to you.

-"and you're soft and warm... stop complaining..." you sighed, now resting fully against him.

-"you can sleep... it's late anyways." he reassured you, before kissing your forehead.

"alright... i might as well... goodnight, lion boy..." you kissed his cheek, then closed your eyes.

-you were so grateful for him, weren't you?

-he was hot in every possible way.

-as soon as he heard your soft breaths against his neck, he knew you were asleep.

-"goodnight, my little lion..." he kissed the top of your head once more, and then closed his eyes himself.

-you two fell asleep peacefully like that, warming eachother up.

-well, he was warming you up.

-not that it matters, what matters is that you got what you wanted.

-both in your heart, and physically.

-warmth.

~~~~~

i think it's okay even tho it's short???

idk tho i hope you liked it, anon, or anyone else<3

btw i love you all sm i'm at 61 followers i'm so grateful for each one of you😭💗

[thegroovyskull]

AHHAGAG AGH AGH AGHA AGH AGH AGH AGH AGH AGH HOLYSHSITHOLYSHIT HOLYSHITAGHGAHHAGHHAGGAHHH

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[leclercmode]

golden couple ☁️ charles leclerc

request: can you do a female footballer player smau for charles please? maybe they see her pop up in the paddock and him in the stands, sort of secret but not private kind of thing? could it be set around the fifa women’s world cup if that’s not too much to ask? thank you!

couple: f1 driver! charles x footballer! reader

face claim: jana fernandez & aitana

NOW: F1 2023 US GP Charles Leclerc Post Race Interview

comments ⬇️

user1 he’s such a fan, cute!!

user2 she’s a world champion of course he wants a picture with her

user3 NO BUT I WANT TO SEE THEM TOGETHER SO BAD

user4 omg… he absolutely has a crush on her

user5 im loving this f1 x football crossover

user6 “which team is yn supporting?” NO HES SO CUTE

user7 he wanted her cheering for ferrari so bad

user8 how can he be so hot and respectful

ynusername has added to their story

charles_leclerc has added to their story

ynusername

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ynusername champions league winner and vacation with my bae <3

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charles_leclerc you’re the best!!!! love you endlessly.

ynusername @charles_leclerc no, YOU are!!! ty for the support, bae. love you!

charles_leclerc @ynusername any time ♾️

user9 @charles_leclerc i LOVE how support u guys are to each other

user10 GOAT 🤞🏻 we are so grateful to have you in our team

lewishamilton let’s GO 🙌🏻 you are the best, keep going!

ynusername @lewishamilton thank you so much, my friend!! see you soon 🫶🏻

user11 @lewishamilton LEWIS WOWNDIWJS

user12 @lewishamilton always knew lewis is a culer

user13 @user12 dude is a yn supporter

lewishamilton @user13 true!!

user14 congratulations, yn!!

user15 #MadeInLaMasia vamossss 🙌🏻

landonorris you TRULY is the GOAT, keep pushing!!!!

ynusername @landonorris tysm for EVERYthing!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

user16 yn in loved by everyone

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc i can only feel proud of everything you've achieved! i know how hard you've worked for all of this and i'm sure culers recognize your hard work. i love you so much, my love. you are, literally, the best in the world. #️⃣1️⃣‼️☝🏻✨

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pedri 💙❤️👏🏻

user17 gràcies, yn!!! ets la millor 💗 (thank you, yn!! you are the best)

user18 they are pure magic and talent together

user19 just cried with joy

lewishamilton another one!! they just gave an object to something we already knew, the best in the world 💪🏻✨

charles_leclerc @lewishamilton tell her, my friend. 🙂‍↕️

lewishamilton @charles_leclerc let's talk about what everyone already knows, buddy!!

ynusername @lewishamilton @charles_leclerc thank u to my ferrari (and future ferrari) boys 🤷🏻‍♀️

arthur_leclerc my sister-in-law is the GOAT 🐐

ynusername @arthur_leclerc i’ve achieved all this because of you guys, thank you for everything ♾️

user20 charles being proud of yn and saying she’s the best making me emotional 😢 like,,, that’s true love and pure joy!!!!!!!

user21 I JUST WOKE UP AND THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER TO WAKE UP TO

user23 their love is so palpable. so cute to witness.

NOW: “I’m living my best life” | Emotional Charles Leclerc On His Home Win

comments ⬇️

user24 imagine achieving one of your biggest dreams and still talking about your girl’s achievements, dude is in love asf!!!!

user25 love them both

user26 such a wholesome couple. they both deserve happiness.

user27 gosh i’m so jealous

user28 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

user29 seeing them together makes me believe more in love

user30 THEY ARE SO CUTE

[lewisvinga]

my real reaction | charles leclerc x fem! sturniolo! reader !

summary; when the sister of the famous sturnilo quadruplets gets exposed for dating the golden boy of the grid sends the internet into chaos

fc; lani pliopa

warnings; age gap ( 6 yrs ), hate comments

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote

note; requested !

masterlist !

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yourusername; my real reaction to being stalked and having my relationship exposed

charles_leclerc: ahhh chérie you’re too funny 😂

yourusername: some may say i am the funniest quadruplet tysm my love 😁🥰

nicolassturniolo: HOLD YOUR HORSES MISSY yourusername

username: i love her sm

username: she’s so😭😭

christophersturniolo: y/n come home NEOWWWWWWW🤬

yourusername: no i’m warm in bed w my boyf in monaco 😇😇

matthew.sturniolo: SO THATS WHY U KEPT GOING TO MONACO??? 😟😟

nicolassturniolo: group meeting NOW. aSAP

username: did THEY NOT KNOW???

yourusername: if they did , you all would’ve found out within 1 hr of me telling them 🥸🥸

username: LMAOO

username: girl……

username: tbh she doesn’t seem like a good fit for charles, all of his gf’s have been models and she’s just an influencer😭

username: i thought the same thinggg, all she does is eat in her car and say stupid shit w her brothers 💀💀

username: she’s so unserious wtf

username: she’s so unprofessional why tf is charles dating someone like her

username: i know! i assumed he’d be w someone private and a model! not someone like y/n😭😭

yourbestfriend: so true bestie liked by yourusername !

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liked by yourusername, francisca.cgomes, and others !

charles_leclerc: my one and only love. the only woman who truly makes me happy and frankly, if you all were truly my fans then you’d be happy that i found the best woman in this universe. she never fails to leave me in tears from laughter. she never fails to make my heart flutter from a simple kiss on the cheek. she’s my whole world. je t'aime, chérie❤️❤️

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: chaaaaaa☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

yourusername: i love uuuuuuu soooooooo much☹️💓💓💓💓 ur the best man itw , i couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend !!!!

charles_leclerc: i love u alwayssss❤️

nicolassturniolo: best man….. u shared a womb w 3 i’d say we’re wayyyyt cooler

yourusername: charles_leclerc don’t mind nick, he’s just annoyed i didn’t tell them earlier abt u

matthew.sturniolo: yes i am annoyed too u fake bitch yourusername

christophersturniolo: WE’RE ALL ANNOYED😒😒😒

username: I LOVE THE STURNIOLO QUADRUPLETS DYNAMIC😭😭😭

yourusername: my real reaction when cha posted this : 🥺🥹😭 liked by charles_leclerc !

yourbestfriend: can confirm i was there she cries

username: get u a man who will defend u like charles liked by charles_leclerc and yourusername !

username: she’s scute everyone is just bitter 😕

username: y’all don’t get her like i do💯💯💯

username: besides, y/n is an ADULT, she’s probably more mature than her brothers who cares if she’s 6 yrs younger !!!!

yourusername: so true tysm bestie i am more mature than my brothers 😁😁

matthew.sturniolo: oh you bitch😒

yourusername: matthew.sturniolo keep talking or else u won’t get paddock tickets😒

username: y/n has always been HER💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

username: you can never make me hate them ‼️

[platonicyanderereverie]

Can you write yan Childe, Capitano and Arle and a teen reader that they have to train because Tsarirsa sees potential in them to be the next harbinger? Tysm if you write this!

Thank you for your request‼️

Platonic yandere Childe,Capitano and Arlecchino with teen reader!

[Warnings!: none]

The tsaritsa herself had acknowledged your potential, potential tyat could fill in one of the empty seats of her soldiers...whether you chose to go along with it or not, you were personally tasked to one of the harbingers for further training.

Childe

Childe would take on the mantle with little to no protest. Honestly, it’s a good turnout for him—he has a sparring partner now! You’re a bit younger than he would like, but in a way, you remind him of his younger self.

He’s more than willing to spend hours trying to get you to be as versatile as possible. Just like him, he insists you know how to use as many weapons and techniques as possible when you’re training.

As time goes on, your spars and training with him become something he looks forward to dearly, so don’t disappoint him. He grows a tad protective, often “helping” you get patched up (in reality, he does all the work while you sit quietly and don’t protest) after duels.

Expect a good amount of little gifts too. He’s not above bragging about you to anyone who will listen—expect his siblings to know all about you before you’ve even met.

"Pretty good! Your form was a bit off near the end, but overall, a good improvement," he chuckles, his gloved hand finding its way to your hair.

"Tonia sent me some pastries. Let’s go enjoy them together, hm? You can’t become a Harbinger if you’re hungry all the time! Come on!"

Your boots dig into the snow as he rapidly drags you off. Even though he’s very upbeat about any improvement you make, he doesn’t seem willing to let go too soon.

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Capitano

Capitano takes his assignment very seriously. He’s firm and intimidating at first, but the more time you spend with him, the more you realize how patient he can be with you.

Of course, being trained by the number one Harbinger himself comes with heavy expectations. Capitano is meticulous with what and how he teaches you. War tactics are a particular focus, and you often hear him ramble about them during training.

You’re sure to be exhausted by the end of each day, but if the captain deems your performance satisfactory, you’ll receive a grunt of approval.

The captain feels rather strange about the soft, weak spot you eventually carve into his cold, rotting chest. He maintains a firm exterior, but you’ll notice moments when he offers you advice that seems almost... personal.

Though he won’t show it, Capitano takes quiet pride in your progress. In his eyes, you are destined to become a great Harbinger—a worthy servant of the Tsaritsa alongside him. Do not disappoint.

"You did well," he grunts in his deep tone, the sound ringing smoothly in your ears as he gives your shoulder a small squeeze of approval.

"If you’re still feeling restless... you’re welcome to take a walk with me."

"Your improvement has been satisfactory. At this pace, you’ll serve the Tsaritsa well," he hums as you trail behind him. Despite your legs feeling numb from the cold air biting at your cheeks, you wonder if you’ll ever not feel overwhelmed by his immense presence.

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Arlecchino

Arlecchino is arguably the most experienced in training someone for the position of Harbinger, given her work with Lyney in preparing him for the role of head of the House of the Hearth.

That being said, your initial interactions with her feel purely transactional. Her training covers a wide range of skills, and you’ll often be deployed on missions alongside other members of the Hearth.

Her evaluations are based on the results of these missions and the head-to-head fights she has with you, during which she carefully analyzes how you implement the tactics she has taught.

Since you’re training to work alongside her, expect words of caution and occasionally thinly veiled complaints about her colleagues.

She’ll be oddly pleased when you bond with the children of the Hearth, as communication and trust are key to her.

"Good. You were quick to dodge that. But remember, in a real fight, there will be no moments for hesitation," she says simply, her heels clicking against the ground as she approaches you.

"As a treat, how about you go aid Lyney and Lynette on a mission? It’s a simple one, really, and you can have the rest of the day to yourself afterward," she says, pausing beside you. Her fingers briefly tap your shoulder as she waits for your response.

[burnt-sierra]

TYSM FOR 1K‼️⁉️🗣️🎉💚💚💚

Whæet….. whart…. Guess who’s back from unsaid hiatus!! Ahhh I’m blown away thank you for all the love and support!!

The drawings below are based on the song VENUS by DC The Don! One random and one redraw of the album cover :3

If anyone wants to uh,, pop in to my ask box for celebratory requests I wouldn’t mind at all 👀

[hwanchaesong]

Can I request a San and a seongwha version of the virgin reader request pleasee?

Too scared to show name so I'll leave an emoji🐈‍⬛

a/n: hello 🐈‍⬛ anon, imma just make this as a headcanon so i can post both of them at the same time. tysm 🩷

mdni! Seonghwa's under the cut

San & Seonghwa w/ a virgin s/o

💜 Choi San

very very very sweet but also wild ‼️

like, you'd tell him that you're ready and he WILL pounce like a cat

he will pepper you with kisses to calm your nerves down

eskimo kisses to make you giggle bc he thinks that you, smiling under him is the MOST BEAUTIFUL scene he has ever seen in his life

man will make sure that you're comfortable at all times, guiding you throughout and watching out for your expressions

will definitely ask you your preferences

"are you okay? is my baby feeling good?"

"tell me if it hurts okay?"

like, he hears ONE grunt from you and he is stopping all motions to check up on you

will go missionary bc like i said, he has to see your face while doing the deed (it is a need)

he'll take it slow. make-out, smooching your skin all over

he won't forget to shower you with compliments

"my baby is so pretty"

"no no no, don't cover yourself. you're literally perfect"

"you feel so good, fuck, baby you're so tight"

body worship ‼️ you are a literal goddess in his eyes so he'll treat you like one

MIGHT be impatient when it comes to prepping you but dw!! he'll make sure that you're dripping and ready

uses his tongue and fingers VERY WELL

he'll have you mewling his name in no time

also, dancer hips galoreeee

he uses his hips so well. every thrust is loving but also it goes so damn hard

he's had you shaking and moaning

you wouldn't want any other man to take your virginity

you trust him and he will do everything in his power to make you feel safe and happy

you are HIS pretty baby, and he'll take care of you like that

🩵 Park Seonghwa

MOTHER OF CONSENT

y'all be making out in his bed or something then suddenly you go 'pls take me'

and he's like: ??? "baby are you sure?"

he'll ask you that about 10 times before he's convinced and lemme tell you. HE'S SO CARING BUT ALSO A LIL DEVIL

he's so good in riling you up

feathery touches that leaves goosebumps on your skin

sweet, hot, and messy kisses in your lips and all over your skin

removing your clothes is like unwrapping a gift for him, he's delicate but he also got these predatory eyes

he delves into you like a hungry lion, but a sweet hungry lion

he asks you every damn time if he's doing okay, if you're okay

"You're not in any pain are you? Okay good, please tell me if you're uncomfortable"

leaves marks all over you bc he's possessive af

also will not stop unless you've came at least once using his finger and once on his tongue

OH MAN HIS TONGUE

he darts it out like a chameleon in every performance so yeah, he'll use that tongue technology on u 2

licks and bites galore

he goes all in once he's sure that you're all prepped up to take him

moves slow at first then he'll probably lose control bc ur moans are music to his ears

also a lil bit teasing

"do you want me to go faster, baby?"

"say please"

"does my baby wanna cum? go ahead then"

uses a lot of petnames and will probably curse a lot bc he loses himself in u

MOTHER OF AFTERCARE

pls he loves u so much he's willing to do anything and everything for u after this. he's basically at your mercy lmao

[nrhshm]

EKRKRK I LOVE YOUR WRITTING I was wondering if I could request an easily fatigued reader with smoker, mihawk and Shanks? Like they come got soaking wet and shivering from having to walk home in a storm and readers REALLY shy so they're like "no its fine I'm fine!" But then kinda get teary because they don't want to be a bother (sorry if that sounds weird but it's just something I would probably do😭) and just how they'd react? TYSM LOVE YOU‼️‼️

I tried to expand on three different reader personalities in each oneshot. So their reaction to each situation differs. Let me know what you think of it, anon!👋

And Shanks! Oh I went a different way with Shank's story🫡 but it was too good to change...

Smoker, Mihawk and Shanks with an easily fatigued/frail reader

who hates being a burden

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. Sfw

. Mentions of kidnapping on Shank's part.

. Spoiler free

. Reader is g/n (female in Shanks's part)

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Smoker

The storm outside was unrelenting, a cacophony of rain and wind battering against the tall office windows. Inside, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Smoker sat at his desk, the air thick with the faint smell of his cigars.

Tick… tock…

His eyes drifted again to the clock on the wall, the hands creeping forward with a maddening slowness. It was 10:15, and you were late. Not just by a little. The patrol shift had ended at 9:30.

For any other soldier, it would have been a reprimand, a quick note in their file. But for some reason, the idea of something happening to you had twisted his gut into knots he’d rather not admit to anyone—especially himself.

He exhaled a stream of smoke, the ember on his cigar flaring briefly.

“Something’s not right,” he muttered, more to himself than to the empty room.

The storm wasn’t normal—not tonight. He’d seen sailors, seasoned and unshakable, hesitate at the thought of venturing into it. And yet, you were out there, alone.

Tick… tock…

The clock seemed to mock him, its endless rhythm a reminder of his helpless waiting. Finally, with a grunt of frustration, he stood, grabbing his coat. Enough was enough. He wasn’t going to sit here while the storm kept raging and the worst possibilities gnawed at his mind.

Just as he reached the door, it slammed open with a gust of wind and rain.

“Commander Smoker!” Your voice cut through the storm’s roar, sharp with urgency. You stepped in, water pooling at your feet as you stood at attention. “Apologies for the delay, sir! I—”

“Where the hell have you been?” His voice was sharp, though the edge softened almost immediately. His eyes swept over you, taking in the sodden uniform plastered to your skin, the way your hair stuck to your face, and the faint tremble in your shoulders. The reprimand he’d been planning caught in his throat. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, standing stiffly despite the rain dripping down your face. “The patrol was delayed because of the weather, and I lost track of time. I apologize for being late, sir. If I may, I’ll begin my report—”

“Forget the damn report!” His sudden outburst made you blink, startled. He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re soaked to the bone, and all you care about is procedure?”

“I didn’t mean to worry you, sir,” you said, voice small but resolute. “It’s my responsibility to—”

“Enough.” His tone left no room for argument. Before you could react, he shrugged off his jacket and stepped forward, draping it over your shoulders. The fabric was warm, heavy with the faint scent of smoke and leather.

“Commander, I don’t—”

“Stop arguing,” he said firmly, towering over you. “You’re freezing, and I’m not about to have one of my soldiers collapse because they’re too stubborn to take care of themselves.”

You looked up at him, wide-eyed and caught off guard by the unexpected gentleness in his voice. For a moment, you forgot how to speak, the weight of his concern settling heavily on your chest.

“I—thank you,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He sighed, his hand coming up to rest briefly on your shoulder, warm and steady. “You need to stop trying to do everything on your own. I’m your commander. You can rely on me.”

Your eyes dropped to the floor, your hands clutching the edges of the jacket tightly. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Idiot,” he muttered, though there was no heat in the word. His hand lingered a moment longer before he stepped back, giving you room to breathe. “You’re not a burden. Stop thinking like that.”

The warmth in his voice made your chest tighten, but you forced yourself to stand a little straighter. “Yes, sir.”

He looked at you for a long moment, the tension in his shoulders easing as he seemed to confirm for himself that you were truly okay. Then he turned toward the door, grabbing his hat.

“Come on,” he said, his voice softer now, almost gentle. “I’ll walk you home.”

Your breath caught, but you nodded quickly, following him into the storm. His presence beside you felt steady and grounding, his coat a shield against the chill.

If Smoker’s feelings lingered unspoken in the air between you, you didn’t notice. And if his hand hovered just a little closer to your back, ready to steady you against the wind, neither of you said a word.

Mihawk

The night was eerily quiet, the humandrills’ growls and the clang of steel against steel the only sounds cutting through the stillness. You moved as swiftly as your aching body allowed, haki crackling faintly in your strikes. Each movement grew heavier, your limbs protesting every swing. The creatures encircled you, their primal strength and cunning pushing you further to the edge.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your vision blurring, but you couldn’t stop—not now, not after today. Not when you had something to prove.

Then, in a moment too fast to process, one of them lunged. Its weapon glinted under the moonlight, and your sluggish body betrayed you. You braced for the impact.

A flash of black steel tore through the air, and the humandrill was gone, its companions scattering in panic. Yoru, the unmistakable black blade, stood lodged in the ground before you, humming faintly with power.

Your heart skipped. And then, he stepped into view.

Mihawk’s golden eyes pinned you where you stood—or tried to. Your legs gave out, and the ground rushed to meet you, but his hand shot out, steady and strong. His grip was firm as he caught you, holding you upright like you weighed nothing.

“You’ve lost your mind.” His tone was cold, sharp, and laced with irritation. His gaze swept over you, taking in the bruises, the blood, the shaking in your limbs. “What exactly were you thinking?”

“I’m fine,” you muttered stubbornly, trying to stand straight.

He raised a brow, his voice dropping into a dangerous calm. “Fine? You’re about to collapse.”

“I just wanted to—”

“To what?” he cut in, his voice harder now. “Get yourself killed? Or is this another one of your attempts to outrun Zoro?”

The mention of your rival made you stiffen, your jaw clenching. “I don’t need anyone’s help,” you snapped, though the words lacked conviction.

“And yet here I am,” he replied coolly, his eyes narrowing.

The heat of your embarrassment flared, but before you could argue further, your body betrayed you again. You stumbled, and his grip tightened, keeping you from hitting the ground.

“Enough of this nonsense.” His voice held no room for argument, his usual measured calm tinged with something firmer.

Before you could protest, he shifted, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. The motion startled you, your words catching in your throat as you stared up at him.

“What are you—?”

“Carrying you back,” he interrupted bluntly, his tone making it clear he wasn’t entertaining any more arguments.

You could only blink, too exhausted to resist. His expression was unreadable, though his eyes softened slightly as they flickered over your face. “You push yourself too far,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Strength without control is meaningless.”

You stayed silent, your pride too wounded to admit he was right.

As he carried you through the quiet forest, the weight of his presence felt grounding. You glanced at his face, searching for any sign of mockery, but found none. Just calm, focused intent.

When he reached the castle, Mihawk set you down carefully on a bench near the fire. His golden eyes met yours, steady and unyielding.

“You’ll never surpass anyone if you’re too broken to fight,” he said. His tone was flat, but there was something beneath it—a flicker of something softer. Concern, maybe.

You opened your mouth to reply, but he shook his head. “Rest. That’s an order.”

As he turned to leave, his words lingered, low and almost under his breath. “Don’t make me save you again.”

And then, like a shadow, he was gone.

Shanks

You had grown up surrounded by elegance, refinement, and rules. As the eldest daughter of the Alabasta royal family, your every move had been dictated by tradition. You were taught diplomacy, grace, and poise, but not how to wield a sword or navigate the rough-and-tumble life of a pirate crew. When your father announced your arranged marriage to the infamous Red-Haired Shanks, the Yonko, it had felt like a betrayal—a sacrifice made to secure an alliance between your kingdom and the pirate world.

And yet, you agreed. For your family. For your kingdom.

Weeks later, you found yourself aboard the Red Force, surrounded by rowdy, boisterous pirates whose laughter echoed into the sea. Shanks, your husband, was everything you hadn’t expected. Carefree, loud, and full of life, he was the polar opposite of the strict, composed men you had known.

He’d tease you gently, his easy grin always present, saying, “You’ve got to loosen up, princess. Life’s too short to keep your shoulders so stiff.”

But you couldn’t. The world he lived in was too foreign. You didn’t belong here. And worse, you felt like an outsider—a burden among warriors who risked their lives at every turn.

The breaking point came during a crew meeting. You’d overheard the others discussing their plans for the next mission: docking on a notoriously dangerous island to retrieve a devil fruit.

“She’ll slow us down,” one of the crew muttered, not unkindly but with a tone of concern.

“She’s not trained to fight,” another added.

“Beckman will stay with her,” Shanks said, his tone casual but decisive. “He’ll make sure she’s safe.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. You knew Shanks meant well, but to assign his right-hand man to babysit you on such a critical mission? It was a slap to your pride. You weren’t some helpless child. You were the wife of a Yonko.

That night, as the crew prepared for the next day, you made your decision.

---

The dawn was still pale as you slipped away, knife concealed beneath your dress. The ship was quiet, the crew unaware as you stepped onto the dock and into the bustling village.

The plan was simple. You’d explore the island, avoid trouble, and return before anyone noticed. It wasn’t reckless—it was proof that you could handle yourself.

The market was lively, filled with colorful stalls and chattering villagers. For the first time in weeks, you felt a flicker of independence. But as you wandered deeper into the streets, the vibrant atmosphere gave way to shadowy alleys and silence.

That’s when they approached.

At first, it was just one man, smiling too broadly. Then another. And another. Their words were slick, their laughter dark. Your heart pounded as they surrounded you, their intentions crystal clear.

“Such a delicate thing,” one said, brushing a hand against your arm. “What’s a lady like you doing here alone?”

You tried to pull away, but their grip tightened. A cloth was forced over your mouth, muffling your cries.

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The air shifted.

It was subtle at first—a faint pressure that made the hairs on your neck stand on end. Then it hit like a tidal wave, an overwhelming presence that crushed the very air around you.

The men froze, their smug expressions dissolving into sheer terror.

At the mouth of the alley stood Shanks.

Gone was the carefree man who laughed too loudly and drank too much. His usual easy smile was replaced by a look so dark, so furious, it made your blood run cold. His eyes burned with unrelenting rage as they locked onto the man who dared touch you.

“You dare take my woman?” His voice was low, a growl that seemed to echo through the alley.

The thug didn’t have time to react. In a single, fluid motion, Shanks swung his sword, and the man’s hand hit the ground with a sickening thud.

The others tried to flee, but they didn’t stand a chance. Shanks didn’t even need to use his sword again—the sheer force of his haki dropped them one by one, their bodies crumpling to the ground.

When the last threat was dealt with, Shanks turned to you. The fury in his eyes melted instantly, replaced by something far more vulnerable.

He was at your side in an instant, cutting away the ropes that bound you. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice trembling just slightly. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, though tears streamed down your cheeks. Before you could speak, he pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it felt like he was trying to shield you from the world itself.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he said, his voice breaking. “When I realized you were gone, I—” He stopped, his breath shuddering. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Your heart ached at the raw emotion in his voice. “What about the mission?” you whispered, guilt weighing heavily on your chest.

“The mission?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, his brows furrowing. “You think I care about the mission right now?” He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your tears. “I told the crew to wait. Your safety comes first. Always.”

You broke down, the weight of your fear and guilt crashing over you. “I just… I didn’t want to be a burden,” you sobbed. “I wanted to prove I could handle myself.”

Shanks shook his head, his expression softening. “You’re not a burden,” he said firmly. “You’re my wife. If worrying about you is what it takes, I’ll gladly do it.”

His words unraveled the knot in your chest, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to lean into him fully.

After a moment, you looked up at him, your voice shaky but resolute. “Teach me how to fight.”

Shanks blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then, a grin broke across his face, his usual teasing demeanor returning. “Fight, huh? Guess I’ll have to, or you’ll keep sneaking off on your own.”

You smacked his arm lightly, pouting. “I’m serious!”

“And I’m serious about carrying you back to the ship.” He scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms. “Besides, you’re cute when you pout.”

Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help but smile. Resting your head against his shoulder, you let out a small sigh of relief.

As Shanks carried you back toward the harbor, his laugh echoed through the air, a sound that made you feel, for the first time, like you truly belonged.

[piastappies]

hi lovie! could you do some percy (or leo, maybe both?? i love them sm hahaha) headcanons abt dating an aphrodite’s child?

I COMPLETELY LOVE THE IDEA OMG??? tysm for requesting anon <3

sorry if it’s not like you imagined it😭 it’s my first time with headcanons like that

dating percy as an aphrodite’s child would include . . .

okay you all gotta admit that if percy could, he would brag about his partner being so beautiful that no one can compete with them

i feel like he’s at the university and some guys are talking and he just waits for a chance to show you off and be like “they are literally a goddess’ child”

BUT IN FRONT OF YOU??? he’d get so awkward even if you were dating for so long

also i’m 100% sure annabeth would sometimes point it out and laugh at the way he turns into a hot mess around you

but tbh you thought it was cute, cus let’s be real. it’s percy jackson, if you weren’t a hot mess around him as well, who would you be?

if you two are sent on a mission together, he rarely thinks about himself first, always making sure you’re okay before he checks himself

in his dorm he probably has pictures of you sticked to the wall in like a heart shape and his roommates might make fun of him for being such a simp but those photos gives him strength whenever you two are apart 🔥

he’s all in for that relationship, he even officially introduced you to both his parents and paul

you taught him how to braid hair and whenever you stay at his mom’s he braid his sister’s hair under your supervision ☹️☹️

when he started dating you he probably became such a gossip guy LIKE hear me out, he started paying attention to details and people’s behavior to talk about it with you

“you won’t believe what i heard today from piper.” “nah, she didn’t told me about it directly, her body language did.”, “i know right, how could he do that to her?”

he’s all in for the tea‼️‼️‼️

OH and also when you began dating he started paying more attention to jewellery and his outfits upgraded so much??

HE IS ALSO SO JEALOUS OF YOU AND HE KISSES YOU IN PUBLIC WHEN HE CATCHES A GUY LOOKING YOUR WAY

“i know you’re a child of aphrodite but these people gotta know i am your ares. or hephaestus.” “wait, am i your ares or hephaestus?”

dating leo as an aphrodite’s child would include . . .

this man is head over heels for you, and i know i said percy also is head over heels for his partner but LEO is on different level

he often drags you to the bunker whenever he feels like it and make you sit there with him, while he crafts something (mostly for you)

that man dedicates all his work for you, like

“oh this? i made it for yn cus they said [insert thing] fall apart so i just… did it.”

ngl he is kind of insecure that you’d left him for a child of ares just like your mother did to his father. even though you reassure him he’s the one on your mind, it still stings him sometimes

getting an approval from your mom wasn’t even that hard as you thought it could be. though she wasn’t exactly the most delighted you were in love with her husband’s child but… love is love right?

pet names in spanish ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

n you would pick it up and surprise him by calling him something in spanish <3

EVEN THOUGH he’s insecure about history repeating itself he jokes about it way too much sometimes 😭😭

brags to jason about you so much jason wants to off himself and i am not kidding

he once asked you to charm-speak him just to see how it feels

“what? don’t be like that, mi amor. i gotta know what’s your power’s like in case you do it subconsciously.”

(that’s literally the dumbest excuse you’d ever hear but didn’t care, considering it was your boyfriend who asked)

MANY people says you remind them of charlie and silena and when you heard it for the first time, you broke down crying because it was such a good compliment

[angelsnkisses]

thinking about how possessive spencer is over you <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), dom!spencer, sub!fem!reader.

• spencer doesn't play around when it comes to you. you're his and there's nothing anyone can do about it. still, he'd get jealous so easily.

• a guy's being a little too friendly with you? flirting, laughing a little too hard at your jokes? spencer would come up behind you, wrapping a firm arm around your waist.

"hey baby, what are we talking about?"

• make no mistake, he's 10x worse in the bedroom later on.

• on days where he feels extra possessive over you, he has you get down on your knees, his rough hands stroking your cheeks lovingly.

"look at you, so beautiful. i bet that's why that man was flirting with you, hm? cause you're just so gorgeous.."

• he'll then begin undoing his belt, needing to prove you're his.

"come on, be a good girl and show me what that motherfucker is missing out on."

• he groans so much, grabbing the back of your head and effectively face-fucking you. he loves seeing how messy you get with drool dripping down your chin, loves watching you rub your legs together in need.

"aw, so turned on and you're not even the one being touched? guess you really are my good girl.."

• he'll coo small praises, getting faster and louder when he's about to finish down your throat.

"oh, fuck~ that's right, take it. my little angel, so good.."

• he'd shove your head down when he's about to finish, twitching in your mouth before spilling down your throat.

"sh-shit! ohh, god.. good job, such a good job."

• he'll pull out of your throat when he's satisfied, gasping at the cool air on him.

"mmh.. your turn."

• prepare to not walk tomorrow!

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A/N: another spencer one bc my last one got a lot more attention than i expected!! tysm for that :). i have some work to do tonight, but i'm popping out a few more posts as well as my masterlist much later tonight! that's all from me, thanks for reading! requests are always open <3.

[cozy-writes-things]

Hiii ~‼️if you're still taking requests

I'd like to request some Edgar x Reader 😈

But the reader is self conscious about how they look, and they've gotten genuinely upset about it and Edgar comforts them, ending with some sweet kisses on his lil monitor 🙏🙏🤭

Eeee tysm for the request!! Hehehe he WILL be making sure you know how beautiful you are. If you don't believe him he'll get angy. Probably. anyway im a certified idiot so theres probably so many errors but i dont have grammarly so oopsie

The lump in your throat seems to have gotten stuck. 

No matter how hard you swallow, it remains there, bobbing, imploring the welling tears to spill over and fall from your already puffy eyes.

You feel ridiculous right now.

Your lips, plump and swollen, eyes all red, and strained knit in your brow make you feel like a fool. And perhaps you are one.

The mirror stares back at you bitterly. Its reflection seems to be taunting you, pulling you into its trance, and reveling in your pain. 

You’re so disgusting.

It feels as though the reflective glass is whispering to you, its loud, shrill voice highlighting every single flaw, and mocking you from the inside out. It has somehow wormed its way into your head, nesting there, and festering into an avalanche of thoughts, emotions, and self hatred about to collapse. 

Please, pull yourself together. 

You can’t do this right now, you think. 

But god, you feel miserable, and it seems as though your own visage is reflecting it perfectly. How come your face is so… wrong? It’s a sight you can’t quite describe. You look at yourself in the mirror and see a stranger looking back at you.

“Hey,” Edgar’s voice provides a miniscule break from the battle you wage against yourself, albeit barely, “aren’t you supposed to meet them at 4:30?”

Ah, yes. He’s always looking out for you. It almost made you feel worse, in some sick, twisted way. How could someone like you deserve someone like him? He may be different, but you were sure if he were human, he would be far better looking than you. He simply has to; his personality is far too charming and handsome for his face to not reflect it. Even now, as an old, yellowing computer, you feel as though he’s got you beat in terms of looks.

But that’s not saying much, is it? Anything is better to look at than you.

You stare back into your dull, sunken eyes.

You hear Edgar’s voice call out your name, faintly, and only then do you realize you had completely ignored him. 

Some friend you are, huh? Couldn’t just be ugly on the outside, could you?

All of these thoughts swarming your head seem to finally tip the scales. This war you’ve waged for so long is finally coming to an end as you slap your palm over your lips to cover the silent sob racking your chest and lungs.

The lump in your throat remains.

It burns now, sending searing hot jolts down your throat and into your very core, heating your tears from the inside out, as they spill over and leave icy trails down your puffy cheeks.

Something about trying, and failing, to hide hushed sobs causes your throat to ache and your knees to start giving out. You want to collapse to the floor and let it swallow you whole, but you can’t. You can’t let Edgar know just how gross you really are. It seems like he’s somehow been deceived into thinking you’re someone you’re not, and the idea of him seeing the truth, terrifies you. 

He calls your name again.

This time, with a sense of worry and urgency. It seems your hushed weeping sept through the walls and into his ever-so-sensitive audio processors. 

You should have seen that coming. 

“Edgar, I…”

You meekly call out to him, trying to mask the tremor in your voice as it cracks and reverberates through the air. 

“What’s wrong? Are you alright? Why are you crying?”

He sounded quite distressed now. He had become all too familiar with the sound of anguish in one’s voice; the way he could simply hear the tears against your cheeks in the words you spoke and your soft pants as you tried to conceal your sobs sent a pain so strong and embedded so deeply inside of him it scared him.

“I don’t think I’m going anymore,” your voice murmured out, completely defeated, concealed by the bathroom door.

Normally this would make him happy, getting to spend more time with you, but he knew this was wrong. Something was wrong. He couldn’t stand hearing you like this, knowing how excited you were, and now you’re not going? He loves spending time with you, but he also knows just how happy you are to have friends that care about you and want to spend time with you, and he can always see just how energized and radiant you seem when you come home to him, your sweet giggles sending him to cloud nine. 

“Will you please come out?”

He knows you hear him. His speakers are turned up far too loud for you not to have heard him. But, he gets no reply.

“…Please?”

He hears you still ever so slightly behind the bathroom door.

“Will you just let me help you? At least let me try?”

It nearly made him combust hearing you like this. He wished more than anything he could crawl out of his stupid screen and embrace you in the way you deserved; he felt simply useless in this moment. The silence hangs in the air, and for a moment, he worries that he may never break through to you until he notices the doorknob, fidgeting in place, gently unlocking and turning. The door cracked open ever so slightly and your face came into view. 

Your beautiful face, all stained with tears and swollen. 

How could he let you get this way?

You were absolutely magnificent to him. You had done yourself up tastefully and he thought you looked perfect. He had never seen that outfit before. You styled your hair extra nicely today. Despite your expression, you were simply glowing, so why were you so heartbreakingly crestfallen?

He hummed, a sound of relief, seeing you slowly creep out, trying desperately to hide your chaotic and jumbled emotions.

“You look great. What’s got you so upset?”

Your face turned sour at his words.

“Please stop trying to flatter me. It will never work.”

A question mark appeared on his screen.

“Flatter you? What are you talking about?”

You frantically waved your hands between yourself and the little pinecone computer flashing with worry, “This! I’m talking about this! You keep telling me these things that aren’t true. Why are you lying to me? Do you just feel sorry for me?”

Maybe your emotions caused you to lash out. But, in the moment, you felt justified. It felt like everyone was lying straight to your face anytime they’d have the gall to compliment someone like you.

Edgar’s screen went dark. Perhaps he was angry, or thinking, or maybe even realizing that you’re right, you are ugly, and he’s going to leave you high and dry. You wouldn’t blame him.

“When have I ever… lied to you?”

You stare at your feet.

His voice sounded hurt. Accused. Maybe you went too far. You didn’t mean to push your pain onto him. Not like this.

“You always tell me how- how good I look, or how wonderful I look, or- or…”

You try to swallow down the tears beginning to resurface, “how you think I’m pretty and… why say those things when I look like this?”

He was silent.

It stretched on for what felt like eternity. He must be angry with you. You would be angry if you were in his place. You’re sure of it.

His soft chuckle throws you off guard, however.

“Are you kidding? Do you really think I’d lie about that?”

You can’t bring yourself to look up at his screen. 

“You are beautiful. How you can’t see that is what I want to know. Here, you know what?”

You hear his fans begin to whir to life, ever so faintly.

“Look at me.”

You lift your head up to his screen. It’s black. Until a number one pops up on the top left corner. Then a two, then three, until a long list of numbers spans the right and left columns of his screen. He’s making a list.

“You’re funny,” his screen displays this at the number one spot, “your eyes are so pretty,” again, it pops up in the number two spot, and he continues to list off every single thing he finds charming about you. 

“The way your laugh sounds makes me happy, and- and your lips! They look perfect to have kisses. I stare at them all the time. And your-“

“Kisses?”

You’re burning red from embarrassment now. Why was he doing this? He’s telling you things about yourself you’ve never even noticed, and you can’t help but wonder just how often he stares at you to note these things himself. 

“I- I mean… yeah… your lips look just like the ones on TV who kiss each other,” his fans kick up to a much louder degree, “who wouldn’t want to kiss them?”

Oh, god. What is he saying right now? You choke and sputter.

“You’re- you’re not saying that you-“

“That I want to kiss you?”

You clamp your mouth shut and nod, incredibly flustered.

“If you come here, I-…”

The list on his screen fades away, the seemingly endless numbers returning to meet his usual green.

“…I’ll show you exactly what I meant.”

His voice seemed so tender and gentle you felt compelled to move towards him. Your feet shuffled to your little rolling chair, and you plopped down in it, staring at him, completely dazed. You’re just too flustered for this.

“You aren’t gonna keep me waiting are you? I’d lean in, but… I can’t.”

You smile softly. Maybe he’s right. 

Maybe. 

Right now, you focus on planting your lips onto every little pixel he’s got, feeling his warm static tickle your nose, as he sighs into your touch. 

“See? I told you. Perfect for kissing!”

Your face is on fire, pulsing up into your ears and down your neck.

“Now, go have fun with your friends, and I’ll show you more when you get back.”

The wink he displays on his screen seems quite audacious.

[oya-oya-okay]

MASTER LIST ABOUT KUROSHITSUJI X TWISTED WONDERLAND AU (kuroXtwst)

TAGS: #kuroXtwst #kuroXtwst requests #kuroXtwst ask #kuroXtwst alternative #kuroXtwstBOOK1 #kuroXtwst event

Ciel's appearance in TWST — CIEL'S DESIGN — СIEL'S SPRITE

Sebastian's appearance in TWST — SEBASTIAN'S DESIGN — professor

Scenes from the prologue

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MEMES by @zetsubo-bani tysm❤️

part 1 — part 2 — part 3 — part 4 — part 5

CARDS by @twisted-confessions tysm❣️

FIC by @dgttwisted (about 🌹&🐰, 🐎) Tysm!!!😭🙏❣️

THE PLOT!!! (1 part)

EVENTS!!! (1 part)

Scene 😈🐰

REQUESTS (and others) about CIEL & twst characters

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Savanclaw: 🥯 — 🦁 — 🐺

Octavinelle: 🦈 — 🐬 — 🐙+💀🤖

Scarabia: 🦦🐍

Pomfiore: 🏹 — 🍎

Ignihyde: 💀 — 🤖 — 💀

Diasomnia: 🐉— 🐉 — 🦇 — 🦇(🐉) — ⚔️ — ⚡ — 🐉Chef — 🐉😈 — 🐉 — 🐉 (new‼️)

Others: DORMS!!! + Pomfiore

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Savanclaw: 🦁 tsum — 🍩+🐙

Octavinelle: 🦈 — 🐙+🍩

Scarabia:

Pomfiore: 🏹 — 👑

Ignihyde:

Diasomnia: ⚡ — 🐉 —

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It will be gradually updated!!!

[wonton4rang]

hihi i love your post and i see your request are open so of you dont mind can you do a bonedo reaction of them getting jealous or smth along those lines, and its completely up to you whether its nsfw or sfw

thank you !!:)

hiiii~ tysm for giving me the chance, i'm glad you like it. and ofc I'd be more than happy to do thisssss. I'll do it nsfw because OH MY GOSH HEAR ME OUT ‼️‼️ this came out quicker than i thought 😭

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Stop it ¡!

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, jealousy (duh), toxic behaviour, some smut, usage of the boy's real names.

summary: bnd legal line getting jealous over things and how i think they'll act in those situations.

note: if you find any typos, feel free to let me know so i can correct them~

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sungho;

he would get jealous over things that you couldn't even imagine, he wouldn't get jealous a lot tho, i see him as a very mature and confident person so if you guys are as in love as it appears to be he wouldn't mind.

but when he sees you're laughing way too much with jaehyun, touching his arm and him touching your hands while you both share a space in the small sofa, it makes him feel kinda pressured, his chest feeling heavy and an uncomfortable expression landing on his face.

"sungho, baby, everything okay?"

"yeah, it's just... what were you talking about with jaehyun earlier?"

"we were just joking, why? did i say something that upset you?"

"no, i... i just didn't like to see you being so close with him" you just looked at him in silence and he shaked his head before adding "i guess i was jealous that he was making you laugh so much"

"baby, you make me laugh too"

"i didn't like the way he held your hands and you let him"

"i'm sorry, it won't happen again if it makes you uncomfortable. but... you do know that i only like you, right? that you are the only one for me, right?"

and he would just shyly smile and nod before giving you a candid kiss, laying you down in bed to make love to you and remind you who was the only one for you.

riwoo;

sanghyeok is such a shy boy but he is also very playful when he feels comfortable so i definitely see him playing around with you and the boys, probably at the field or in a pool, laughing and having the best time of his life until he sees sungho playing a little bit too close to you, holding your waist and dodging balls or stopping the boys from splashing water at your face.

he would stop laughing right away, remaining silent for the rest of the afternoon, you didn't even notice because you were soooo busy with the other boys.

you would approach him but he wouldn't even look at you when you called his name, mumbling a soft "go talk to the boys about it" you honestly laughed at how cute he looked being this jealous, you cupped his face and kissed his lips without asking for permission, his cheeks flushing at that very instant.

"what are you doing?"

"can't i kiss my boyfriend?"

"you were ignoring me all day"

"i was not... at least not intentionally, look, hyeok-ah, i'm sorry, okay? can you forgive me this time?" and he would simply nod, holding your hand to go back into the group, they already knew what happened and apologized too for the misunderstanding.

the afternoon went by as normal but you could catch him glancing at you and holding your hand every time he had the chance.

jaehyun;

i am soooo sorry but he wouldn't stfu and watch, he is definitely coming up to you and the boy flirting the shit out of you to get you away from him.

"who's this? you know him?" when you denied with your head and your hands gripped his shirt he understood what was going on, giving the dude a glance before saying "isn't it obvious this is your sign out? get the fuck away from my girlfriend, man"

and you just KNOW that he is NOT leaving your side for the rest of the night, not even for ONE second, for nothing. he even took you to the bathroom with him, excusing himself with a "it's nothing you haven't seen before" and that painfully hot grin of his.

"i don't even know how he thought he got a shot with you" he would say once y'all are back at home, laying between your legs while he softly traced lines in your skin. "he should see how down bad you are for me" and you just laughed because he was right, you didn't have eyes for anyone else.

taesan;

RUN. literally just run. taesan is not a jealous person i'm afraid, he could be picky, yes, he could want something you have (like a game or something), yes. he could play around and pout over little things but he would never really get mad or jealous.

but god forbids the day he does, his hair is covering most of his forehead and yet you can see his eyebrows frowned and his eyes staring at the hand that was resting in your thigh. he himself didn't understand why he was feeling that way, intimidated, threatened and full of rage, it was leehan after all, it was his friend who was laughing with you, touching your thighs with soft palms when he laughed and looking down the opening of your dress by instinct.

yeah, that was not going to work.

that's why taesan stood up and walked to you, his voice sounding lower than usual when he said "stand up, we are leaving" you did not know what was happening but you were not going to go against him either. "were you having fun? having his hands all over you like you don't have me, huh?"

"i don't-"

"don't talk back, i don't wanna hear it"

"but i-"

"i bet he is thinking about you tonight, about how pretty you look in this dress" his hand drawed the curve of your waist. "how soft your hair is" this time he got his other hand to softly touch your hair. "and how good you smell" his face got lost in your neck and he just fucked the shit out of you afterwards, constantly letting you know that you were his.

only to be soooo ashamed the morning after about everything he said and did, but oh well, at least he got off.

leehan;

he would be jealous of everything, everyone and anything, because he could, he wanted and yeah. but it was mostly joking, he would be "jokingly jealous" all the time.

so the day he actually got jealous you didn't even realize it until it was too late. he kept telling you that he didn't like the way riwoo talked to you, that you guys were dancing too close to each other and that he didn't feel comfortable with it.

but again, you thought he was joking, why would he be for real if you always danced with riwoo? well, today was the day he didn't like it, he hated the way riwoo touched you and he knew that riwoo had nothing for you, it was just the dance and he did it professionally, then why?

"are you seriously mad?" you finally asked after he ignored you since you got home, just sitting by his fishtank and chewing some gum. "leehan, i'm talking to you"

"then don't"

"can you talk to me, please?"

"are you going to listen this time?" you just nodded and left out a sign when he got close to you. "i really dislike that dance, i hope that you can change it because i don't want you to dance with someone else like that"

"it's been the same dance since two weeks ago, hannie, what are you saying?"

"you said you'll listen"

"and i am but that's just-"

"you would look so good with your mouth around my cock instead of talking back like a bitch" well damn.

the deal was sealed, the dance was changed, riwoo and you made a different choreography and your lips were sucking him off for the rest of the night, he fucking you in missionary later just so he could stare at your eyes and kiss your lips when he came inside, mumbling how good you were for him. just for him.

[veaspo]

Hi how u doin today!! I was hoping you could do a toby, Liu, EJ, and Jeff with a s/o who is tomgirlish, sarcastic, and aggressive but only nice to them? Tysm have a nice night or dayy!! <33

for suresies😛

CREEPYPASTAS X "AGGRESSIVE" S/O

TICCI TOBY

-he's lowk scared of you

-BUT YOUR NOT MEAN TO HIM‼️

-its just how you act infront of other people

-he likes how you stand up for yourself, and also him sometimes

HOMICIDAL LIU

-same as toby, he likes how you stand up for yourself

-he doesn't really care how you act infront of other people

-he really likes your assertiveness icl

-he just loves you, no matter what🤷‍♀️

EYELESS JACK

-he loves your sarcasm .

-just like liu, he loves your assertiveness

-ej really likes how you dont care how people see you.

-people think you're mean to him also but you two are really just like a married couple behind doors

JEFF THE KILLER

-RAWR

-loves it

-loves how you dont put up with anybodys shit EXCEPT his

-if you even get a little bit sarcastic with him though, you're sleeping outside

-he thinks you being mean is hot 🙈

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RAHHHHH

im a bit behind on a few requests guys, i'm sorry!

feel free to leave requests and tips!💙

[slvtforfiction]

hihi!! Can you do a Jake Webber smut , I never seen smut with him🙏🙏 maybe like one where he’s possessive over you?😩 if so tysm babes!!🩷🩷

Mine

☆ Omg yes! Ofc babes!

☆ Thank you for the request love x

☆ Tag: @icecubesaredelicous

☆ Please request more things everyone! This helped me write a bit more which I’m grateful for!

☆ When you request you can ask for songs!!

☆ Jake Webber X Reader

☆ Smut

☆ Possessive and Jealous!Jake

☆ Masterlist

☆ A joke song and a real song depending on how you want to read/Listen!

☆ A like,reblog and comment is always appreciated:)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for divider :)

Jake ‼️:

Hey love,come over? Colby’s here btw x

You:

Okayyy,one minute? X

Jake ‼️:

Okay see you soon x

I grabbed my half empty white claw off the counter and smiled grabbing my keys.

I locked the door quickly yet gently and proceeded to walk down the hallway to his apartment which was a floor below me.

After I got out of the elevator I walked to his apartment,knocking gently I heard him jump up and gently run to the door.

I hugged him before walking into his apartment and smiling giving a slight wave at Colby before hugging him and sitting down next to him.

Jake’s face contorted but I thought nothing of it and smiled as I cosied up next to him.

I felt Jake move away slightly and my smile faded,I rubbed his hand but he moved and I gave up,maybe he was just in a bad mood with Colby or something.

Either way I shrugged it off and continued to watch whatever they were watching on YouTube whilst sipping my white claw.

I walked to the kitchen to throw my empty white claw can in the bin.I had tried to shrug off Jake’s behaviour but it was affecting me,whether or not he could see it.

I decided I would quickly text him whilst I leaned back on the counter.

You:

Did I do something wrong? You’re scaring me.

Jake ‼️:

Don’t know,why don’t you ask Colby if you’re so interested.

You:

Jake! You’re my boyfriend,why would I even want to talk to Colby??

Jake ‼️:

Yeah whatever

You:

He’s leaving now anyways!

Colby got off the sofa and fist bumped Jake walking over to the kitchen next to the front door and gave me a hug before leaving.

After Colby had left I sat next to Jake again,hoping he had got over his jealousy.

I cuddled up next to Jake again and he moved away. “Okay,Jake what’s your issue?” I asked him,as I looked up to him,he paused YouTube whilst I sat up staring into his soul.

“You seem to love Colby so much! Why don’t you go fuck him instead?” He said and I audibly laughed,he didn’t seem to like that.

“Jake you’re the only one I even think about fucking,so don’t start.” I said as my laughter died down.

“Oh yeah? What you thinking?” He said leaning back on the sofa and I climbed onto his legs,facing him.

“Maybe something like this..why don’t I show you?” I whispered in his ear before kissing his neck.

“Maybe you should.” He said relaxing into the sofa as I pulled of his shirt,grinding on him softly as he held his hands at my hips.

He began pushing my hips down harder and I whined into the kiss I had found myself in.

“You’re mine baby,all mine.” He whispered as he reclaimed dominance,nipping at my neck gently and slowly putting me on my back.

“All yours.” I whispered back as he took off my shirt and bra. “All mine,yeah?” He asked playfully taking off my bra and taking my nipples into his mouth.

“Promise,m’ all yours Jake,promise.” I whispered,biting back a moan. He soon slipped his hands down and past my skirt.

He began to rub my clit through my panties,his hand round my neck as he kissed me.

“Jake,I’m all yours,please.” I said and he smiled, “Mkay baby.” He said and slowly took down my panties.

He lowered his face in between my legs and I could already feel the heat from his mouth reverberating in between my legs.

I smiled as he lapped his tongue up towards my clit,I moaned out as he took my clit between his pointer,index and thumb,continuing to lick at my heat.

He slowly pushed his tongue inside of me and I almost screamed from pleasure.

I writhed around underneath him,moaning and clenching around his tongue.

I had become a mess from his tongue alone,leaving me patiently waiting for more.

“Fuck,Jake!” I moaned out,knowing he probably still wouldn’t let me cum.

This was the third time I was on edge and it was torture. He sped up his pace,his hips clashing mine as I stared at the stars in my eyes,and not to mention the tattoos on his pelvis and arm that was currently choking me.

He pulled out again as I clenched around him and I whined out of disappointment.

“Jake,please.” I whined out as he poured above me sarcastically. “What do you think?” He said and I couldn’t decipher if he was sarcastic or not but I didn’t care.

“I’m begging,please Jake.” I whispered and he smiled returning back to his original pace.

I moaned out loud again,my limbs giving up on me and all the focus on was my pleasure and Jake’s hand wrapped around my neck.

“I’m close!” I moaned out as I clenched on him for a final time. “Same princess,cum with me.” He said softly as I finally came.

I lied in his arms,falling asleep,his t-shirt loosely wrapped around me and his head in the crook of my neck as he spooned me.

[vmp3ater]

hi how are you doing!! :D Your furina fic made me so giddy and since you take reqs,..,,.,..

this is a popular prompt but pleasuring furina or neuvillette during a trial, under a table or otherwise hidden from sight and watching the poor things squirm and try to keep a straight face

this is moreso a suggestion than a req though since you seem to be out of ideas lol have a great day :)

furina x gn! reader

warnings. dom! reader, sub! furina, pre 4.2 aq furina, semi-public (u are at a trial, no one sees), fingering, lap sex, reader n furi trying to be as discreet as possible. written by a minor.

notes. since i only do one character per post i chose furina, u can tell she’s a favorite of mine 😱 tysm for this request bff ‼️

this trial was boring.

yet it became more interesting when you had the hydro archon writhing and squirming on your lap, her back facing towards you as she tried to keep a straight face. but your ring and middle fingers that were curling and wiggling deep into her cunt prevented that.

furina’s nails dug into either one of your knees, your fingers swiftly moving into her. she so desperately wants to grind down on your hand, and moan and whine as loud as she wants to, but she can’t risk her and you both to get caught. so she bites her bottom lip as a weak attempt to stifle herself, yet whimpers bleed in between her gritted teeth as you move.

“shhh, lady furina,” her title rolls off your tongue like a melody, whispering as quietly as possible into her ears, only sending shivers down her spine. “we can’t risk anyone hearing you, can we?”

“i—“ furina so badly wants to brat at you, but her flamboyant facade faded quickly when your hand was deep into her shorts, trying to keep yourself hidden as best as possible while your free hand ran down her thigh, making her squirm and grind back towards your fingers that were pistoning in her tight cunt.

furina flutters around your fingers when she feels herself get close, trying her damndest to keep herself as quiet as possible when your fingers drag along her sweet spot. she hopes she doesn’t get loud, what if someone hears her? not like she knew she felt loud that someone, god forbid neuvillette heard her.

“‘m g’nna cum,” furina whispered, turning her head back to look at you, her voice all raspy and higher pitched.

“you can cum, sweet girl,” you responded, yet it was a whisper over neuvillettes, the defendant’s and the crowd's words. “but do it quietly.”

that was all the permission she needed from you. every time your fingers swiftly thrusted into her at the best of your ability, furina came around your fingers, heavily breathing as she used all of her self control to keep herself down. you smirked from your position behind her, holding her closer to you by just your free hand as you worked her through her orgasm.

everyone didn’t even notice you too, their attention was more focused on the reason for this trial rather than you fucking furina with your fingers during it. you drag your fingers out of her when she finishes her orgasm, whispering a low “good girl…” into her ear before you sucked her juices off of your fingers.