#Tysm for this delightful meal

[hiromiikunn]

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[KaiShin] Tantalizing Christmas Eve by M2Gou (LOG)

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[siover]

have the other shivgirls been crying nonstop or is that just me. like have the other shivgirls not been able to think about shiv for 1 second without tears flowing from their eyes. i watched this show with some family members and was in absolute shock and as soon as i got in the car and headed back to my apartment i just started full on sobbing like a delayed effect because of her. i love shiv so much she's the character ever. shivgirls when her one moment of agency defined the entire ending of the show at the cost of herself. she was a killer but it was also a mercy kill and she killed herself in the process, but she was already dead anyways. agh.

AUGH anon we r holding hands !!!! i love tragedy and the fact that my favorite character had an (imo) unambigously tragic ending is absolutely decimating me. i keep thinking abt kendall saying "you're voting against yourself," and you get it she's literally a killer but it was a mercy kill !!! what a way to put it. it is so incredibly important to me that shiv uses her choice to oust kendall out of the cycle and take control of the ouroboros of family business bc it is a declaration of love and of power at once and it manages to fall short in both ways. kendall will to some extent always mourn the waystar ceo position and even though shiv is closer to the throne here the tradeoff was she is leashed to it permanently by marriage and by motherhood. i already said this but god i do love how central tenets of shivs character are her daily dose of self-administered poison at the sexual violence factory and her interpersonal manipulation of the softskills women's work and baby-sister pinky roles in order to legitimize her twin aspirations of logan's respect and power at any cost. like she WILL strive for equalization on the business side with tom try to pull the strings on ceo decisions groom her daughter to be the heir to the throne let the poison drip through bc its what helped HER get this far >:) its always been down to shiv imo bc shes the final kid, the prized doll who came to life. shivs decision cementing succession as a tragedy is sooo delicious the poison has rotted her teeth all the way through and no she isnt swallowing them. but the price has already been paid

[osachiyo]

love, love, what do you think about a reader who has really thick thighs :0 how would the bsd men react to it >:0 I feel like Nikolai/Dazai would like to force the reader to sit on their face lol (it’s a thirst just in case!!)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ note. . . AAAAAA this ask made me so insane tysm for this nonnie. . . (mdni) not proofread sorry im a lazy fuck </3

dazai would love them, maybe so much so that its a little concerning— only a little though ! he'd lovee to lay his head on your plush thighs, whining for you to sing him to sleep— its the only way he can get some rest, y'know? he already loves your thighs so much but if you like wearing booty shorts, tights or even stockings? this man is a goner. just a heads up though, they're gonna be ripped to shreds by the time he's done with you. and no, he's not gonna buy you new ones (he's too broke ya'll)

he's definitely gonna beg you to sit on his face— at least do it once for him, won't you? oh but when you actually give in, he's so fucking happy he could basically die. he'd even say it to you— pretty brown lashes fluttering as he slurs out muffled words like— "god, bella. i could just— could just suffocate between these thighs," and if you know him, you know he's being dead serious. but you can't bring yourself to complain when he's practically making out with your pussy so fuckin' good, making you drool and sputter your words as he runs his tongue up and down your slick folds. filthy slurping noises escaping his lips while his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs— they're definitely gonna bruise later..♡

chuuya would find them adorable. he just loves to bury his face between them. not even in a dirty or suggestive way— he just found it so comforting, y'know? but also would be downright mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggle and spill out of your tights— blood rushing to his face and he can't help but sneak a couple glances at your plump thighs. shit, did they look good but he just wanted to rip them off as soon as possible.

and rip them off he did— blunt nails easily ripping the fabric of your mesh tights as he continues lapping at your soaked cunt. he only chuckled when you gasped and whined about how those were your last pair! he'd peak his head from between your spread thighs— tongue running over his swollen lips and god, did he look like a total fucking mess. his eyes were glazed over with pure lust and love for you— twinkling with delight as you moaned and clutched onto the bedframe, holding on for dear life as chuuya ate you out like a fucking animal. a sloppy grin graced his features, hand moving from your thigh to reach between your legs— pushing two gloved fingers in with ease. "relax, doll. I'll buy you all the tights you need. jus' lemme enjoy my fuckin' meal." and with that, he dived right back in..♡

fyodor found the contrast between your body and his own adorable. he was tall, lanky and slim. you, on the otherhand, were plush, soft and just....so enticing to him. he loved each and every part of your body, of course but your thighs— god, your thighs. he'd love to just bury his face between them and stay there for hours. not that he'd ever admit it, though. his pride wouldn't allow it. that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his adoration for them in a...different way, of course.

he'd lay you down gently on your shared bed, kissing every part of your body from head to those delicious thighs of yours. and after he's finally done— he'd press them together before sliding his cock in between. what? why're you looking at him with those pitiful eyes of yours? what better way to showcase his love for your plush thighs than to fuck them, no? he'd shudder at the way the flushed head of his pretty cock would catch against your clit with every drag of his hips. he'd only laugh cruelly at your whining and begging for him to just put it in! oh well, he's not stopping anytime soon until he gets to cum all over your pussy and those pretty thighs of yours so..goodluck..♡

nikolai would just.. keep his hands on you all the damn time. i mean, how could he not? when you're practically asking him for it! that's why you decided to wear those tight stockings, didn't you? to show off your mouth-watering thighs to the world? he just couldn't keep his eyes off them the entire fucking day. the way the fabric clung and dug into the meat of your thighs and fuck. how could he not get rock hard?

and that's how you ended up seated on his pretty fuckin' face. eager tongue exploring your insides as guttural groans and growls left his parted lips. he was soaked— head getting squeezed by your thighs and he could almost cum from the feeling. his hands were also busy— occasionally slapping and pinching the soft fat on your thighs and snickering at your high pitched squeals. he'd also lift you a little by grabbing the back of your thighs just to look at you with those drunk-dazed eyes. and fuck, he was practically pussy drunk. he wasn't at fault though! it's all your fault for having such nice fucking thighs..♡

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[spaceshipellie]

hi! how r you,, hope you are well~ 🫧

i js wanna req smt for the tlou x ethel cain requests! i was thinking req abt ellie x reader with the lyrics : "show me how much I mean to you, while I'm lying in these sheets undressed" with fluff n smut 🤍

maybe smt along the lines of reader n ellie's first time and ellie just wants to make it super meaningful~

thank you!

“show me how much i mean to you, while i’m lying in these sheets undressed”

pairing: ellie x reader

summary/warnings: your first time with ellie, fluffy smut, eating out + fingering (r receiving), modern au, 18+ mdni

hii i’m good ty hope you are too! i really enjoyed writing this slower, more romantic smut so tysm for the request!

her lips were so soft as she kissed down your neck. you were lying back on her bed, the dim room illuminated with candles and the soft pink glow of a salt lamp. the handmade bouquet of your favourite flowers ellie had gifted you sat in a vase on the dresser.

her hand danced down your body, gently gripping and touching every part of you she could. she hadn’t necessarily been nervous about your first time together but she was hell-bent on making it special and meaningful for you.

her hand travelled back up your body until she cupped your boob. she gave it some gentle squeezes before slowly gliding the strap of your top down over your shoulder. moving her head from the other side of your neck she started leaving kisses on the skin she was slowly exposing until it was pulled down far enough to expose your nipple. she took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around and your back arched into her. her other arm slid further underneath you to hold you close as she sucked and licked at your sensitive skin. she pulled the top down even further to give your other boob the same attention before looking up at you through her eyelashes, enjoying how your lips were already parted.

she pushed your top up now, fingertips leaving goosebumps on your skin as they went, and pulled it off over your head. she left kisses in a line down your body until she reached the top of your jeans.

“can i take these off?” she hummed against your skin, her fingers ghosting over the zipper.

“yes,” you nodded and she eased them down until they were discarded on the floor.

she hummed in delight at the sight of your pretty (carefully selected) underwear which had a growing wet spot precisely where she couldn’t wait to get her tongue. she parted your thighs further, sensing that you were a bit shy to be seen like this.

“you look so pretty like this,” she said, kissing your thigh.

a tiny whimper escaped from you as she continued caressing your body with her hands and leaving kisses until she placed one directly on that wet spot. your hips squirmed, making her smile to herself before she hooked her fingers in your underwear.

“this okay?”

she waited until you nodded before peeling them down your legs.

“fuck,” she groaned.

she parted you slightly before laying her tongue flat and licking all the way up from your soaking wet hole to your clit. you moaned and wrapped your fingers tightly around the bedsheet. she was already feeling a bit pussy drunk just from one taste as she devoured you like you were her last meal. your cries got louder which only encouraged her more, making a mental note of what seemed to make you squirm and whine the most. her hands held your hips in place as she brought you closer to your orgasm, your sweet cum dripping on her tongue.

her eyelids were heavy as she moved back on top of you, catching your lips in a hungry kiss. tasting yourself on her tongue made you whine into her mouth. her hands resumed their previous position of one underneath you, holding you close and the other snaking it’s way down your body until she started rubbing circles on your clit. you gasped into her mouth as her fingers dipped lower and two slipped deep inside you. she kept kissing you as she pumped them in and out.

“tell me if it feels good, baby? wanna make sure,” she asked, kissing your neck again.

“it feels so good, ellie. fuck,” you choked out, your hand scratching at her back.

“good.”

her thumb pressed circles on your clit, her fingers squelching around inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to another release. your back arched and your head dug into the pillow as you came and she slowly slipped out of you. she licked her fingers, smiling down at you and kissed you before you could get all shy on her. this definitely wasn’t the end of your night.

[merbear25]

Hii Mer!! i want to request day 27 for eustass kid with a bit of degradation. Fem or nonbinary reader works, it’s up to you!

tysm! 🩷

Ohhh, what a lovely choice 😏 I hope you like it! 💜🧡

It was in the way you danced. Those swift turns and shakes of your hips as you lost yourself in the music. You didn’t have a care in the world. When you allowed yourself to let go around him, a familiar heat spread across his chest. You brushed your hips against him, causing it to spread like wildfire.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, gn!reader, abduction as seduction, degradation, established relationship, penetrative sex, some aftercare

His for the taking (Kid)

The club lights scanning the room, the music blaring, the feeling of your body against his: his hands roamed over you, taking the bait you set out for him. Kid’s possessiveness lit a fire under you. As you leaned against him, his large arms wrapped around you. He pressed his cheek against the side of your face, while pulling you tightly against him.

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” His breath was hot against the shell of your ear.

Your hand went up to touch his shoulder and cascaded down his arm. Each curve of his muscles under your fingertips made your movements more daring. Temptation was a game you both played well, but he was too impatient to keep up with you.

With his hands gripping your hips, he inhaled your sweet scent. His tongue danced along your cheek; the tip of it flicked against your earlobe. Even if it was easy to get what you wanted out of him, he was a master in his own right. The way you turned to putty in his hands was a power trip he’d never let you take away from him.

“Hmmm, I just might have an idea.” Your teasing tone got him growling in your ear. He pressed his hips against your backside, giving you the full picture of what you were doing to him.

“You naughty little thing. I have half a mind to throw you over my shoulder and take you home right now.”

“Only half a mind?”

He tugged you off the dance floor and pulled you into a fiery kiss. Your tongues only had a moment to taste each other before he threw you over his shoulder and marched out of that stuffy room.

Him kicking open the door to your shared apartment got you giggling excitedly. He spanked you to squeeze a shocked gasp out of you. A devilish grin spread upon his face at your reaction.

Throwing you on the bed, the soft sink in the mattress from your body weight made him hungrier. The bubbling of his blood as his wanton infused gaze was coming to a boil; this game of abduction, making you his victim and himself your kidnapper was a fantasy that both of you couldn’t get enough of. It offered spice to the soup of love—a meal you’d gorge yourself on time and time again.

Greedy lips claimed your neck. A gravelly growl muffled against your skin, when you gasped and arched your body against his. What a delight you were. Despite your long-term relationship, there was hardly a moment of boredom. Each day presented new endeavors to explore, new bites of each other’s craziest dreams.

“Such a sinful little thing,” he hissed. “My little sex kitten.” His tongue trailed up your neck, coating you with his scent.

Shivers traveled along your body, your reaction to him was involuntary. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Are you going to continue being good for me?”

“Yes, sir.” Your breaths caught in your throat the more he crushed you under his body weight.

“Good.” One simple word and it was dripping with seduction. “Because you know what will happen if you don’t do as I say, right?”

You nodded, each slow movement was shaky, not from intimidation but from a carnal urge. His smirk melted you.

Your heart fluttered as he kept you pinned under him, while undoing his belt. The leather of it slapped against your skin. A soft gasp passed your lips from the taste of what was soon to come. Your nails dug into his chest, and your eyes washed over him. The sight of his scarred body was practically an aphrodisiac within itself.

The unzipping of his pants could only be heard, not seen from the forceful kiss he planted against your lips. He hovered his hips above yours and dropped his cock against you. Trembling thighs and shaky breaths as he rendered you helpless had your head spinning. The turbulent winds could never extinguish the raging fires of passion within—flames carried by the winds and soaring to unimaginable heights.

With your pretty mouth already agape for him, it was all too inviting to feel your hot tongue on his skin. He pressed his fingers into your mouth, smirking devilishly at the way you readily lapped at them. The subtle sound of you choking pulled him deeper into insanity.

Gripping the fabric of your bottoms, they gave way to the strength he exuded. The tattered strands perfectly encased your arousal for him.

“So good and ready for me.” He spat on you, watching that extra lube swirl around your aching need for him. His fingers caressed your burning desire, enjoying each whimper and cry you let out.

Not one for patience, he teased you for just a second before plunging into your needy center. Everything you were doing was clouding his mind: the way you wrapped around him, your nails raking down his skin, and your choked groans of bliss.

He gripped your hips tightly, almost bruisingly as he chased his high. You felt incredible, so much so that he damn near selfishly took the prize for himself. Being greedy in the heat of the moment was tempting, but he needed to make you a mess. Feeling you unravel under him was worth holding out for.

Suddenly, one of his hands reached to grab your face. The darkness he held in his eyes watching you succumb to him entirely was mouthwatering. He pried your mouth open and spat in it. Forcing it closed, he pressed his hand over your lips and forced you to swallow.

Your eyes rolled back and fluttered shut as his saliva ran down your throat. Caught in the embers of ecstasy with the winds swirling above you was exactly where you wanted to be. He was there amongst the flames. His fiery hair and wild personality caused the raging passion to climb higher with each step he took. A kiss was all it took from him. As his lips pressed against yours, you could feel yourself slipping into the pit below.

As you quaked under him, he groaned against your lips. You were perfect like this: a mess of crazy lust, his perfect little play thing.

“Give into me,” he commanded. His eyes were hooded and fixated on you. His pupils dilated from the intensifying arousal written all over your quivering face. He pressed his face against your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair products.

Each of his senses were calling out for him to release, not to wait another moment for you and to take it all for himself. But even with each fiber of his being begging, he stopped himself. “Cum for me. Don’t keep me waiting.”

His voice was thick with desperation. “Come on, baby.”

Only when his hands moved to your hair and tangled in it roughly did you lose yourself entirely. You threw your head back, while your body convulsed from the overpowering shockwaves of him pounding in and out of you ruthlessly.

The floodgates opened. With a low, guttural growl, he poured himself into you. The sensation of him coating each inch of your most private area sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t contain yourself. Sweet coos of praise trailed out of you and past his ear. In spite of his tough demeanor, there were times when softly spoken words of encouragement drove him wild.

He collapsed on you, pinning you under his massive weight. The hot pants from overexertion bathed your neck. You gently rubbed his arms, though he didn’t really offer any physical comfort in return. On the off chance he did, a few lazy kisses would find their way to your cheeks.

That night he was feeling particularly generous: offering you a kiss and a hushed admission to his feelings to you. “You’re incredible.”

[donatellawritings]

Hey sweetie, i'm so happy for cherry's latest update, tysm is beautiful, i love Richie in this. If i could suggest writing about Richie and how he should behave on Valentine's Day... I feel in my bones that he would do anything to do the best of the best for his girl.

ahh tysm! i’m so glad that your enjoying the series

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richie would absolutely doing anything and everything in his power to make sure that you felt nothing, but love on valentine’s day. with the bear renovation proving to be a success, richie’s pockets were able to spread a bit more on this holiday. so, with help from natalie and sydney, richie was able to purchase the brightest bouquet of red long-stemmed roses, gourmet chocolates, and a dainty white-gold chain with a cross pendant, that perfectly mimicked his yellow-gold one.

he had been on the fence about buying you a ring, in all honesty, he felt as though he was a bit too old to buy you a promise ring, figuring that the next piece of jewelry that he would purchase would be n engagement ring, but that was for a later time.

putting his newly honed-in culinary skills to use, richie decided to make you a home-cooked meal, well-versed in the fact that he knew how much you preferred carefully planned and thought-out gestures, instead of superficial purchases and fancy dinners.

adjusting his rolled up sleeves, richie allowed the top three buttons of his black shirt to remain unbuttoned as he carefully set the table with your dinner of the evening: lobster ravioli with fresh bread (thanks to marcus) and two glasses of aged french wine.

richie carefully placed the bouquet of roses on the center of the dining table, chocolates resting in the fridge, while the jewelry box sat beside the vase. the sound of the front door opening, followed by the shrill of your voice brought a smile to the baby-blue eyed man’s lips.

“smells good in here, babe are you home?” you sang, your eyes widening in delight as you took in the sigh to your dinner table, “oh my god,” you whined sweetly.

richie stepped out from the kitchen, his arms opened as you turned to him with a sappy pout on your lips, “you did this for me,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he enclosed his arms around your waist, softly saying you side to side.

“y’deserve it, pretty girl, now eat before your food gets cold,” richie laughed, softly pulling away from you as his chest burned with pride at how amazed and teary-eyed you’d become.

you obeyed, blushing as richie followed you, pushing your seat in as you sat at the table, licking over your lips as you stared at the succulent pieces of ravioli that sat on your plate.

richie remained standing behind you, reaching over you to grab the jewelry box as you began to stick your fork into the stuffed pasta. richie couldn’t help but smirk cockily as you hummed in satisfaction.

“s’so good, babe,” you moaned.

“yeah?” he questioned, carefully placing the dainty chain over your chest, carefully moving your hair to one side as he clasped the lock on the chain, wordlessly making his way to his seat across from you.

a gasp left your lips as you lightly touched the cross pendant, your eyes welling with warm tears as you locked eyes with richie, “you got me a matching chain?” you whined, reaching your hand across the table, reaching for richie’s.

richie nodded, interlocking his fingers with yours, “anything for my pretty girl,” he rasped, pressing his soft lips to your knuckles, “happy valentine’s day, sweetheart.”

[buggyandthebartoclub]

Your Secret Recipe for Sanji A La Mode PT. 1 A gender neutral reader x Sanji fic Rated E: contains sexual content, oral, Sanji in lingerie, mentions of bondage/bdsm (no actual bondage/bdsm in this fic, will be in part 2), coming untouched, implied that reader is a bit of pervert for Sanji NO food involved sexually the title was just funny to me ok Word count: 2208 Summary: Sanji is WEAK for you, and you wanna see him in something sexy in your bed, good thing you have JUST the recipe for such a delicacy!

A/N: HUGE thank you to the heart pirate homie hoppers for helping me workship this fic ive been struggling with for like 2-3 weeks lol! Thank you @mandiemegatron & @guilty-sugar (I literally wouldnt have gotten this far w/o Mandie TT_TT tysm ilysm)

For a man who exuded strength and pride, your amusement was palpable when you marveled at how effortlessly Sanji succumbed to the delectable flavors of your charm

Whether it unfolded through the savory banter that rolled off your tongue like a well-prepared dish, the subtle graze of your hands during the exchange of your favorite drink, or the delight of your eyes meeting across the deck with a hint of spice in a cheeky wink, every interaction with you seemed to season his demeanor.

Like ingredients harmonizing in a perfect dish, each aspect of your presence had a transformative effect, turning the strong and proud man into a concoction of flavors, a delicious blend responding to the culinary symphony of your allure.

And you yearned to have him in your hands, cradled delicately like the soft dough kneaded under Sanji’s beautiful hands, glazed over with his tears from the sweetness of a heartfelt confession. You wanted to tie him up delicately and hold him together when he inevitably crumbles apart for you.

Thankfully the recipe for this delightful surprise only required a few careful steps, thoughtful timing around your next couple destinations, acquiring suitable bindings for an artful presentation, and of course, selecting the perfect gift for your delicious chef that compliments his profile like a fine wine with a meal.

When the opportune moment arrives, all it takes is a moment to ensure you stay behind with Sanji while the rest of the crew is off exploring the new island allowing you to saunter into the kitchen with the confidence of a skilled chef, Sanji’s gift hidden behind your back as you express a sudden craving for something sweet.

Your eyes sparkle with delight when Sanji jumps at the chance to cook something delectable just for you, his praises already sweetening the air before you even find a seat, discreetly hiding his gift like a secret ingredient.

Alone with him, the kitchen became a culinary stage, and he was already overwhelmed, the heat of flustered emotions rising as you watched him cook with undivided attention, something he often begged for from you but instantly felt overwhelmed by when given it.

By the time he was finished his heart was racing as he presented your favorite treat in an elegant display, a blush growing on his cheeks as he spoke with a smile,

“Something sweet, for my sweet, I hope you enjoy”

Laughing softly, you’d place a hand delicately on his wrist, leaving him simmering in anticipation as you spoke sweetly,

“I’d enjoy anything from you, Sanji”

He’s a bubbling pot of emotions when you withdraw your hand to taste the delicacy he prepared, made only sweeter by his reaction. You grinned and laughed a little as Sanji wobbled away in a daze, letting your eyes trail after him as he fluttered weakly about the kitchen, unable to calm himself down under your weight of your gaze eyeing him up and down like he was what you wanted to eat as he continued to clean up the kitchen.

He’s already light headed before making his way back to you just as you finish up your treat to clear away your plate when he asks,

“How was it, my dove?”

“Oh, dessert was delicious, I was hoping I could have you for the main course though” you'd say with a wink and slide the gift you wrapped so carefully onto the counter, lifting the lid for him to see the contents as he wibbles and wobbles, nose bleeding and flush running up his face as he stutters out a weak

“O-Of course m-mon amour” and promptly faints at your feet

Amused, you’d help prop him up, whether it’s in the kitchen or his room, and tend to the aftermath. Placing his gift gently in his arms, and taking your leave for him to wake up in his own time.

Your anticipation simmered in the air, much like a slow cooked dish, as you savored the prospect of the impending moment. After all, the most exquisite dishes demand patience, and you have been exceptionally patient.

Weeks of careful preparation had transpired to gather the necessary ingredients for this night, treating it like Sanji would a complex recipe, each component thoughtfully chosen and measured.

Returning to your room, you prepared for the real delicacy of the night, dressing in your most seductive outfit and draping yourself loosely with a robe. The ropes, painstakingly dyed blue for this occasion, a gag you tied the week prior, and lovely little blindfold, all laid out like ingredients for a culinary masterpiece before settling in the comfort of your bed to wait out your growing excitement.

The wait would be brief before Sanji was at your door in a panic. His frantic knocks echoed across your room as he poured out one rushed apology after another

“Y/N, I am deeply apologetic for the embarrassing display you had to clean up, I was so overcome with my emotions for you at the sight of such a gift! Please give me a chance to make it up to you, I-I’ll do anything please! It won’t happen again mon amour!”

Smirking as you close your book and set it aside, going to the door, opening to Sanji's pitiful gaze as he falls on his knees, gift in hand as he wraps his arms around your waist and rubs his face into you while you card a hand through his hair and spoke in a deceptively sweet tone

“Oh it’s alright Sanji kun, I was just worried you didn’t like my gift, I spent so long picking it out just for you” trailing off and letting him jerk his head up to look at you and squeeze you tighter, his nose already bleeding a little bit again from just being against your skin

“I’d love anything from you Y/N, I was simply overwhelmed from imagining you wearing something like this for me!”

You grin as you look down at him, “Although I’d be happy to wear something like this for you sometime, I got this for you, Sanji kun” savoring the way his face turns a brilliant red. He pulls back and looks down at the box in his hands, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the box

“This, mon cheri? A-are you sure you want me to wear this?”

Your eyes gleam when you nod, excitement flushing your skin as he takes a deep breath before giving a desperate “Anything you want mon amour!”

You can barely contain your excitement as you guide Sanji up onto his feet and let him into your room, letting your robe fall off your shoulders as you sit back down on your bed, letting the view of your outfit send tremors down Sanji’s entire body, his pants already lightly tented as you eye him up and down, watching him intently as comes to a stop in front of you.

His breathing is ragged and his pupils are dilated and he’s clearly already dying to reach out and touch you, you can tell by the way his hands tremble and he bites his lip, eager to please and hesitant to disappoint he eyes you up and down, licking his lips and shuffling on his feet, looking down at the gift in his hands then back at you, his face still a smoldering red as he clears his throat.

“S-so mon bijou, how would you like me to..?” trailing off uncertainly, fidgeting under your gaze

“Why don’t you try it on for me right now?” you give a cheeky grin, “If you’re shy I can close my eyes for you, my dear”

Sanji’s knees buckled a little and he let out a stuttering breath as he nods shakily “A-ah yes, of course,” stumbling a little when he steps forward to place the gift box beside you on the bed and straightening back out to undress.

You manage to keep your breathing even when he slides off his shoes and even when his jacket comes off, licking your lips as he loosens his tie and begins to expose his sculpted chest one undone button at a time. Tilting your head back to take in the view when he starts to tug off his belt, you bite your lips as he pushes down his pants to reveal miles of deliciously thick thighs.

Your mouth is watering by the time he’s freeing his erection and reaching over to grab the silky blue outfit you spent so long picking out. Grabbing the brilliant blue material of the stockings first, slipping them on with trembling fingers when he reaches for the thong next when reach over and stop him with an airy laugh,

“Actually have to put the garter on first love, here, let me help you”

You pull the garter out of the box and traded him pieces of fabric as he stepped into the piece, his flush growing further down his body and erection straining as you kneel down to clasp the straps to the stockings, you stand back up, handing the thong back to him as you lean in close to press a kiss to his cheek and whisper in his ear

“There you go handsome, you’re doing great”

Sanji’s breath is ragged as you step back, watching him slip on the underwear, barely able to contain his throbbing member like you can barely contain yourself as he pulls out the delicate bra top, slipping those sculpted arms through the straps. You can’t help yourself from putting your hands on them and turning him around to get a delicious view of his perfect ass as you hook the bra for him, turning him back around and stepping back to sit down and lean back on the bed to admire how perfectly the blue lingerie complimented his skin, contrasting brilliantly with the blush spread down his body, complimented further by the dribble of blood dripping down his face as he watches you with ragged breath, he tries to follow after you, going in for a kiss but you put a hand on his chest, leaving him leaning over you as you smirk, inches from his lips as you speak

“Ah- Ah, before you get to have anything from me, didn’t you say you’d make it up to me for having to clean up your mess earlier? Maybe you can start by tasting the treat I have for you, and you can use your tongue to clean up the mess you’ve made of me until I feel like you’ve made it up to me.”

Sanji groans and runs his hands down your sides as he shakes his head up and down like a bobble head “Anything for you mon cherie”

And he’s sliding down between your legs, his hands shaking as he grabs at your thighs, kissing and nipping up them till he reaches your underwear, moaning when he inhales your scent, unable to control himself as he licks you through your underwear, the sounds you make send him over the edge he was already straining at and he's coming untouched just from the faint taste of you.

He pants and groans through it, pulling your underwear down through the shudders and your hands are in his hair when starts eating you like a man starved. He’s all soft lips and warm tongue, you’re unable to stay quiet when you feel trembling fingers join his tongue, you’re pulling on his hair and you thrust your hips to ride his face, chasing your pleasure as Sanji drowns in it, completely overwhelmed by everything about you as he swirls his tongue and sucks gently on you.

You’re throwing your head back, eyes closed when you tell him in between gasps

“Yes, Sanji, just like that, good boy”

And he groans into your core, eyes rolling back as his hips stutter and he finds release untouched once again as he brings you to yours.

You let him rest his head on your thigh as you both catch your breath and your running a hand comforting through his hair, it takes you a minute before you’re sitting up, slipping a hand under Sanji’s chin tipping his head back to look at you as you lean forward to reward him with a deep, tender kiss, laughing at his dazed face when you pull back and say

“Did you enjoy your treat Sanji dear?”

He nods weakly in your hand and you make an obvious glance down at his mess and back to his eyes, smiling sweetly when you coo at him

“I’m so glad, but that wasn’t supposed to be about you getting off was it?” He gulps and shakes his head softly in your hand, “So how about you let me tie you up and we can focus on you for a bit, see how many times we need to make you come before you can focus on just me?”

His pupils are blown out and blood drips from his nose as he nods weakly in your hand again, whimpering when you put your lips to his and tell him to use his words, kissing him when he says “yes, please, anything you’ll give me mon amour.”

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share some personal lore you never posted about before

I can't substantiate the claim, but I'm told I was speaking in complete sentences by 18 months, and my mother would put my tiny baby body in the grocery cart seat and have full conversations with me, and people would come up to her and ask why she brought her haunted doll with her to the grocery store. I'm the oldest, so she thought it was very normal. When the next kid was born, she felt compelled to bring them to a developmental specialist because she was so concerned, and the developmental specialist was like, "This is an extremely normal maybe even slightly above average baby. That other freak though..."

share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

If you can make a sandwich, you can make caprese and instead of thinking your depression meal is lame and sad, people will be like, "Wow, so fancy!" and "Will you bring this to the potluck?"

what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I do enjoy a long-ass play-by-play recap, but it's always really special when people lets me know something resonated with them personally. It is also delightful when people comment on something craft-wise, like, tysm for noticing my efforts which I am never actually sure are successful lmao.

[tragedy-of-commons]

Congratulations on getting 150 followers, that's amazing!

Since you wanted some requests, I have one for you. You should write something Qingque related. I think it would be fitting, considering your blog is themed after her and this would be a good way to celebrate this awesome milestone!

Do whatever you want to with it, I have no idea what kind of style/story it would be. Take your time with it, I know you're busy with other requests right now. Finish those up and let me see what your awesome writing skills can do with your icon!

Have a nice day!

crash course

qingque & gn!reader | wc: ~850

Your coworker teaches you to relax.

tags/warnings: platonic, i love qingque, overworked reader, mentioned fu xuan

notes: hi sam! tysm for the request and kind words! your support means everything & i can't believe i hit 150. i hope you like what i decided to do with this! ^_^

“…and that's how you slack off!” Qingque punches your shoulder, mouth full of god-knows-what-kebab. (You’re scared to ask, actually, given that she has a preference for her food to be fried beyond recognition.)

“You know, I don't think I needed your crash course on the subject. It's pretty self-explanatory,” you point out. “Self-explanatory enough that I think Madam Diviner Fu Xuan is going to know exactly where we are and hunt us down.”

Spices Supreme houses the two of you perfectly, home to various colorful characters on their lunch hours, rushing their meals as if they don’t have all the time in their lives (well, for Natives, you suppose). Letting her drag you away from your post at the Matrix of Prescience an hour before your mandated break was a bad idea, and you can’t stop looking over your shoulder like a scared dog.

“Xuany? You worry too much,” she dismisses easily. “She’s let me off with nothing more than a few threats of termination. Not to mention, you’re her favorite! Just blame me if she finds us.”

“Yeah, I definitely will,” you deadpan, “considering it is your fault.”

Qingque puts down her stick and covers her ears obnoxiously. “Lalalalala, that is not what I want to hear from you! You’re learning to relax, remember?” To make her point clearer, she leans forward and pinches your cheek, ignoring the aggrieved squeak you let out. “I used to be like this too, you know, clogged pores, dark circles, miserable—”

“Hey!”

“—but then I learned to let go and live for myself,” she says, pride suffocatingly apparent. She doesn’t even react when you swat her grubby little hand away. “So, you definitely did need the crash course.”

Her smug smile is unbearable-but-loveable all the same. When you first started working at the Divination Commission, your wiser coworkers advised you to steer clear of Qingque, Slacker Extraordinaire. It seems like fate had other plans, considering she stuck to you like a magnet, slowly spoon-feeding you her philosophy since day one. 

However, what surprises you more is her little anecdote; had she really been a diligent overachiever like you at some point? Was something like that even possible? The look in her eyes right now makes you want to believe her, and the sparkle in them earlier today is what convinced you to shirk even the tiniest bit of responsibility. Perhaps she cares more than she lets on.

“Fine,” you acquiesce. “I’ll ‘let go’. What else is there to it? Is there some kind of initiation that I don’t know about?” you pick at your food, appetite subdued due to your still-firing nerves. 

Qingque gingerly takes your hands, solemn and foreign. “I’m delighted you’d ask… it’s… it’s…”

She leaves one of your hands cold and roots around in her pocket awkwardly, maintaining intense eye contact with you like the world is about to end as you know it. You take it all back - this girl is strange. When she finally procures a Celestial Jade tile of all things, you groan inwardly.

“Celestial Jade? Really?” you hum, unimpressed. “Wow, I never would have guessed! It’s almost like you just dragged me out here to indoctrinate me and then force me to be your game partner.”

She huffs, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “I know what this looks like, but hear me out! As much as I’d love for you to play a game or two with me—that’s not what I meant. For me, Celestial Jade is a big part of ‘letting go’. It’s probably my favorite thing ever - what I put all of my heart into. You need to find your Celestial Jade.”

Qingque presses the tile into your palm. Five multicolored hearts take up the expanse of the brick, other details emerging such as its scuffed corners and its chipped paint; it is well-worn and likely seen hundreds of victories. While you stare, she continues to talk, familiar stars in the green-yellow of her irises.

“You work hard, and that’s cool. But I don’t think it’s making you happy… I thought bringing you out here today would be fun. I want everybody to have fun,” she laughs. “Also, I do want you to be my game partner, hehe.”

Yeah. She’s strange… and also totally right. You close your fingers over the tile, thumb caressing the surface pensively. Most adults let their jobs consume them, including you; the way you put all of your energy into going above and beyond for something that drains you was never your goal in life. It just kind of happened. You do need something - or someone - fun right now.

“Qingque… I think I’m starting to get it.”

“Aha! I knew you would!” she points at you like one would an endangered species, “Now, you shall face my wrath in tile mania!”

(You do end up facing off against her, but not before Fu Xuan drags you both back to the Divination Commission with smoke coming out of her ears in whorls. As Qingque takes the fall for you with a wink and a poor excuse, you thumb against the tile now resting in your breast pocket.)

Maybe your strange friend can be your Celestial Jade.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Hello! Just discovered you tumblr account so I thought I'd take the opportunity to ask a question if you don't mind.

Do you have headcanons about Bruce's ability to cook? Some say he burns water on the stove, others say he's a five-star cook but what do you think?

(Then there's this heartbreaking version I read once. It's about how Bruce actually just mimics failure in the kitchen because Alfred used to be a bad cook himself. The two would learn side by side and that was pretty much the only time they spent together, so Bruce would sabotage their recipes to squeeze out more time with Alfred. That backfired though because Alfred declared him useless in the kitchen and from then on just forbade Bruce to cook because he would find a way to 'burn water on the stove'. And since Bruce never voiced his desire for parental attention but did this sabotage tactic instead, he knows that revealing this to Alfred would devastate him, so he simply messes up anything he cooks intentionally from then on.

:((((( I'm unwell, your honor.)

( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ OMG tysm for the ask!!! I love rambling, I don't mind at all!!! ♡♡♡ I absolutely have headcanons about Bruce and cooking, omg! I personally loathe the (popular, I believe?) headcanon he can't cook because that never made sense to me! (」＞＜)」 Mister overthinking, contingency planning, kind of paranoia can't cook? Ridiculous. You're telling me the guy who trained to be a vigilante, never learned how to cook a meal properly? The guy raised by Alfred? HOW??? o(>< )o Firmly in the Bruce can Cook and Cook Well camp.

I think one way of bonding for Bruce and Alfred was cooking. Firmly believe Bruce got some of his bad direct communication issues from Alfred, so while they struggled to show appreciation/affection verbally, bonding over cooking/meals/snacks etc was very common!

Plus, no one can't tell me Bruce wasn't the MOST curious kid. People watcher and avid book consumer, if there was a task existing in this world, he wants to know how you did it. Absolutely would help Alfred in the kitchen.

As Bruce got older, they would tackle trickier and trickery recipes and desserts! Nice sense of accomplishment, and again, really fun bonding for the both of them! They can cook and bake together pretty smoothly! Had their fun little chats, talked about their days, little jokes and the like.

Usually, Alfred enjoys cooking alone but Bruce? That's his son right there! Come join him in the kitchen this instant. Enjoying each other's company while they talk, or Bruce works on a case, or even younger Bruce doing homework??? Peak pleasant afternoons.

PLUS: Alfred also really enjoys cooking for Bruce, no matter how old either of them get. I think it could be fun teasing if Alfred called Bruce "bad" at cooking, when in reality he's good at it (largely because of Alfred) but just so happens do it exclusively with him, especially when considering how busy he can be, so the batkids never really get to see him to cook could come to that assumption.

BONUS IDEA: Bruce helping Alfred meal-prep at least once a week, and that's when they can chat the most! Usually very early in the morning so hardly anyone's awake!

Most self indulgent HC tho? In my heart and soul Bruce helps make the kid's lunches. Maybe puts notes in them. But it's Bruce, so stuff like "You did well on patrol" and "Looking forward to [insert upcoming event like a school showcase or parent teacher conference]." The kids can assume Alfred makes them, and Bruce writes the notes, but no, it's Bruce at like 4 in the morning.

That and while Bruce used to be a pickier eater as a kid/teen/young adult, once he did his whole Batman training, he forces himself to be able to eat anything even if he doesn't like it, but Alfred still keeps track of his favorite foods. I am a Bruce will indulge in a sugary sweet treat truther. It's a rare event but he is absolutely delighted by sweets. No one knows this like Alfred, though.

AND OOOO that's such a fun angst idea! Personally, I believe younger Bruce was too much of a perfectionist to sabotage himself in the kitchen (in my head, for Alfred, cooking/teaching Bruce how to cook was the easiest ways to spend time with the child post-parent death so it started when he was rlly young), but I think that can be fun too! I love a good angst idea, and the lack of communication skills and misunderstandings? Hell yeah.

Thank you so much for the ask, I love talking and rambling and stuff, haha! ( 〃▽〃) I have so many opinions about Bruce. Too many.

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"the most out of pocket headcanons I've ever had to come up with" lmfao DA here and I'M SORRY. It was past midnight and I had just finished the first episode of the second season of YJ and was like WAIT WHAT IF... and ran to @hekateinhell's inbox. Needless to say I am over the MOON with your cannibalistic au headcanons (I guess that's what we're calling it now?)!!! "literally giving yourself to someone to consume" exactly, it's extremely overwhelming to me as a concept, but I can't quite shake it off and I think the show is exploring it un such a unique way. "and another about how fucking haunted he's going to be over cooking nicki" oh absolutely, he'd be detached enough to eat without seemlingly having second thoughts because survival is survival, but he's lost sleep over it. He'd never admit it but he had a soft spot for Nicki even though he often belittled him and rolled his eyes at him him whenever he started ranting about their impending doom. And I also hc that his first taste of human flesh was actually Riccardo, shortly after he perished in the woods (he was one of the first), and he didn't really do it out of necessity (they weren't at that point yet and he didn't consume him fully), but to keep a part of him with him forever. And it completely makes sense for Lestat and Nicky as well 😭 😭 "Turns dinner prep and feeding Daniel into a psychosexual game in order to cope" jesus christ they totally would, they'd get so many side eyes (and rather envious looks from Lestat ia) whenever they act like they're actually enjoying it/getting off on it, but it's literally how they cope. Daniel would totally be the guy who thinks he's up for anything but when it's time to start eating organs, he'd be the first one to bolt and Armand would have to literally drag him back to the fire. "Eventually shocks everyone by silently eating dinner and looking totally unbothered by it" that's my boy!!! The most Louis thing ever lmao, it would get to a point after weeks/months of having extistential crisis after existential crisis where he would just get down to it without a word, and Lestat would cry at the sight (out of pride but also at the realization that Louis is far braver than he is). Honestly in love with all of this, tysm, and I truly can't wait for the medical kink one shot, you get it you truly do 🥹

hahaha, i never expected anyone to be this thrilled over those thoughts, i'm so delighted!

but riccardo?? how dare you, i'm gonna cry over that one all night because you're right, armand would be so fucked up over losing him that he'd be desperate to keep some part of him forever!!

it would become armand's personal challenge to make these meals palatable so he could see what he could get daniel to eat. like yeah they're stranded but they've still got some condiments left in the plane from the food service cart, and louis weirdly knows a lot about identifying plants. so he could definitely come up with some garnishes and ways to ~present~ things that look really nice, and play some fucked up game where he watches daniel have dinner and doesn't tell him what it was until he's finished.

(weirdly this ends up helping everyone because the nicer things look the easier it is to disassociate and just treat what's on the plate like it's peking duck and not, you know, nicki ala king)

also like. thinking about them getting rescued and armand and daniel continuing this little hannibal lecter larp even after they're back in the regular world because it's so weirdly hot to share that kind of taboo act.

ANYWAYS god now i'm gonna be known as the cannibal headcanon person lmao

I'm editing the medical fic as we speak, expect to see it this weekend ♥

[zablife]

I can’t tell you how fast I jumped over here when you said that your gif blurb requests are open!!! You’ve sent them to me so it’s only right of me to repay the favor!

I closed my eyes and scrolled a bunch and came up with this, so I’d love to see what you can make of it haha ... I hope this helps spark creativity! ☺️💕

K, tysm for the gif asks!! You're amazing, darling! This definitely helped me. Here's the first one starring Tommy and his impractical, foodie wife. It's pure ridiculousness, that was so fun to write. Hope you enjoy it! 😘

Frances had hired a string of new cooks after the nasty incident at Christmas attempting to replace the best chef you had ever had. Unfortunately, no one was up to your high standards. In fact, you’d grown so tired of the incompetence, you began firing them as soon as they served a single meal that displeased you.

Tommy found this ridiculous because he never ate and couldn’t truly appreciate the culinary arts. You, on the other hand, took great delight in the delicious taste of a well-executed meal. You also wanted to maintain a certain level of class in your household as a matter of pride as a hostess. “We can’t serve inedible meals to important people, Tommy!” you frequently told him when he inquired where the last chef had gone. 

One day not long after a new chef had joined the staff, you popped in to see how he was getting along. You scrunched your nose up at the soup he had you try for the evening’s dinner party. “No, no, no….this is all wrong,” you said. This, of course, sparked a heated debate about how to make the proper bouillabaisse. 

By the time the Tommy got wind of the commotion, you and the chef were practically throwing saucepans at one another. Tommy knew he had to do something to stop it. “Oi! Stop the fighting!” He yelled, but you were too embroiled in the argument to hear. Finally Tommy whistled loudly to get your attention, then yelled “No fucking fighting!” stepping between the two of you.

You stopped in your tracks, looking at your enraged husband. Unbothered by his interference you simply stated, “Well, Tommy, perhaps if you hadn’t fired the only decent chef we’ve ever had, I wouldn’t harp on the issue.”

“You do realize they were trying to kill us, love?” Tommy said pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“A small price to pay for his veal parmigiana,” you said throwing down the bundle of herbs you held in your hand and stalking out of the kitchen. Tommy just rolled his eyes and apologized to your traumatized chef. 

[ambling-rambling]

May I just say your fic called “the runaways” is abso-fucking-lutely amazing and I’m OBSESSED (credit to the requester) is there any way I can request similar but maybe spicy slice of runaway life? Kinda just winter soldier learning the world and his new companion with lots of fluf? 👉👈 if your not taking asks please ignore and thank you for your time!!!

Bless up. I'm so glad you loved this and requested 😭😭 fresh freedom Winter is an era I've had on my list to explore so tysm for a perfect requ. 🙌🙌 Hope you love this too! Annnd tbh this may just wind up being a series because I have at least one more "on the run" dynamic to explore. But if anyone has ideas, I'm all ears!

Pairing: winter soldier/Bucky Barnes x reader

CW: just fluffy smut. pet names (baby girl, doll face) some begging.

Part One here

The Runaways (pt 2)

He shouldn't have gone with you. He knew it then and he knows it still, but he couldn't resist, in the throes of post-orgasm bliss. He'd let you draw him off, away from the mission, away from HYDRA. Nothing was as he expected.

Well, some things were. The shitty hotels for one. He'd almost cracked a smile when you described this particular shit hole as "ooky." The word just sounded so ridiculous, whilst simultaneously being so incredibly accurate, that amusement fluttered, foreign in his chest and on his lips.

He hated letting you leave, but you weren't wrong. It had taken HYDRA weeks to send him after you; once they knew he was AWOL, they were going to be on the hunt immediately. So it made sense for him to stay hidden as much as possible, letting you do all of the item acquiring necessary.

You delighted in introducing him to the absolutely ridiculous amounts of food available. The selection was honestly overwhelming, after years of meals that came out of questionable packages, and one disgusting stint where all nutrients came via IV. Still, it brought you so much delight that he ate everything you put in front of him.

You'd showed him some tourist attractions, including a particular exhibit at the Smithsonian, before you'd skipped town. The man with his face felt like a stranger, and so did the name, James Buchanan Barnes. You suggested perhaps it was because people had mostly called him Bucky, and that sounded closer. You'd quickly taken to calling him by the old nickname, although just as quickly, it seemed, "Bucky" was replaced by "babe" and he liked that best of all, because it was yours and yours alone, and he didn't have to wonder if it was "right" or "wrong."

But his uncontested favorite journey of discovery was the absolute endless parade of physical affection. You seemed just as hungry for it as he was, both of you touch starved and desperate after HYDRA 's cruelty. You learned quickly, though, to announce yourself before you touched him. The Soldier's suspicious reflexes were ever present, and a few barely-avoided injuries were enough to drive the lesson home. He hated it, hated that you had to be wary, treat him with kid gloves just to make sure he didn't fucking hurt you. He didn't know much, but he knew on a gut deep, visceral level that it was wrong.

You remained steadfast and unfazed. "It's not your fault, babe," you insisted, while determinedly learning how to navigate the pitfalls. You were plucky, and he began to see just why HYDRA hadn't been able to break you. You clung to the good in the world with your entire being, and exuded it back outward again. You found the good in him, too, even as more memories came crashing in by the day, missions and extractions and sanctions and always blood, so much blood, until he was drowning in it. He wondered if he had ever been good: surely it was outside even HYDRA's capabilities to forge something so atrocious, unless there had been a seed there already that they simply had to nurture.

And yet you never shied away from his touch. If anything, you seemed to revel in it, and he learned quickly that the two of you had only scratched the surface the first time, pressed into the brick wall of that alley.

It was a constant experiment, his hands traveling your body, always with awe and wonder, and no small dose of hesitance. The longer he was away from HYDRA, the less certain he was of himself, lost somewhere between the man he'd been and the weapon that HYDRA had forged. But he knew he didn't want to hurt you, and he didn't trust his own strength. He didn't want to betray the trust you gifted him with every time you let him strip you bare.

He almost ejaculated on the spot, the first time he saw you fully naked. He was fresh out of the shower, which was its own kind of wonder, after decades of filth and ice cold hose downs. He felt like some sort of idiotic, hormone-enraged teenager. You just giggled, flattered and blushing as his eyes raked over every inch of you, lingering on the slopes of your breasts and the valley between your thighs.

In his defense, for all intents and purposes, it was the first time he'd laid eyes on a woman like that. All the accounts indicated that Bucky Barnes had been a ladies' man, but those memories were still almost nonexistent.

His hands skimmed down your sides, almost trembling. He licked his lips as you caught his right hand, guided it to your chest, let him palm a breast while you purred underneath him.

He was gentle, so careful, tracing lines of delicate skin, mostly with his right hand. The feedback from the metal arm just wasn't the same, wasn't as satisfying. Oh, it had its uses, of course it did, but when it came to exploration, he wanted the feel of skin on skin.

Tentatively, he took a nipple between his fingers, rolling it just slightly, eyes jerking to your face when you gasped, pausing to read your expression. It was hard to tell sometimes, the difference between your face creased in pleasure or pain, and he was uncannily uncertain if this was a universal struggle or one unique to him, just another thing HYDRA had ripped from his mind, his ability to interpret facial expressions. He only knew that he never wanted to see your face creased in pain, let alone to be the cause of such a thing.

You learned quickly, and seemed to have an endless amount of patience, coaching him gently, encouraging him along. You nodded. "It's good, baby, " you mumbled, voice heavy with something... Arousal, he decided. It echoed the way you'd sounded when you'd identified the substance pooling between your legs.

Still pinching the soft pert bud between his fingers, Bucky leaned down, capturing your lips, easing back to something he knew. He'd stolen kisses almost constantly, at any opportunity that presented itself, reveling in the taste of you, the tenderness of touch, the eagerness with which you responded.

Now, he felt your body arching under his, and he froze, drawing back from the kiss to look at you.

You laughed gently, and then pouted. "Don't stop, baby," you whined, the particular tone of your voice making his lips twitch. He leaned back in, capturing your lips, wet and hot and sloppy, before he impulsively moved lower, trailing kisses down your jaw and your neck, cataloguing the places that made your breath catch or your fingers tighten in his hair. He worked down your chest, exploring leisurely, and then flicked his eyes up to watch your face as he let his tongue circle a pert nipple, smiling when you moaned because that was a sound he recognized.

Encouraged, he pressed in, closing his lips over the circle of flesh while his tongue continued to tease at the taut tip of the nipple, until you were writhing beneath him. Your hips rutted up against his, still clothed in his boxers, and he inadvertently moaned in response to the friction. You gasped at the vibration against such a sensitive portion of flesh and pulled at his hair.

"C'mon, baby, don't tease me," you pleaded breathlessly, and something about that made his cock twitch within the confines of his underwear. He released your nipple, drawing back to gaze up at you contemplatively. You met his gaze, reading his expression, arching a brow.

"Didja like that, baby?" you asked, with a slight smirk, though he was confident it wasn't the kind of smirk that came with ridicule or cruelty, just your gentle brand of teasing. "Liked hearing me beg?" After a moment of hesitation, he nodded slowly.

You hummed, fingers working through his hair. "Then I guess you better figure out how to make me beg, soldier," you grinned, and he smiled back, though the expression still felt foreign on his face.

It was easier than he expected. Maybe some part of him did remember, at least in terms of muscle memory, even if the specificity of the events that had formed it were still absent.

His right hand glided between your legs, and when he sifted through the valleys of flesh, snaking into your core, he found you already wet.

Aroused.

He rubbed his fingers through the slick, and then drew back, circling the little nub that had made you gasp the first time he'd touched you. Maybe you were even more aroused this time, because he barely brushed against the area before your hips were jerking, chasing the contact.

He hummed softly, enjoying himself, aware of the discomfort of his own arousal, but determined to drag out every ounce of pleasure from this first. He wanted to know everything, wanted to know how to pleasure you as no one else could, wanted to make you...

His?

He faltered a little at the thought. You weren't his to possess but something about the thought felt right.

He continued circling your clit, experimenting with speed and pressure , until you were moaning, and when he finally let a finger slide deeper, he found your arousal had leaked downward, coating your seam, and now his fingers, as he finally pressed one long digit into your center, groaning a little himself as wet heat pressed around his finger.

"That what you wanted, doll face?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. You whined, shaking your head. "No?" he asked, as though he was genuinely baffled, tilting his head to the side, as he let his finger pump lazily in and out, thumb pressed firmly to your clit now. "What do you want then?"

You whimpered, lower lip rolling between your teeth. "Want... Want more. P-please, baby," you whined, hips rocking into the slow thrust of his fingers as he pressed another in beside the first, curling experimentally. "Please, I need to cum so bad," you ground out.

He hummed thoughtfully. "Bet I could make you cum just like this," he mused, and though it wasn't quite a question, you nodded anyway.

"Please, no," you added, breathlessly.

"No?" he asked, his hand stilling, making you gasp out a complaint, almost crying now for want.

"I want... Want you to fuck me. With that big fat cock. Please Bucky, I know you want me," you gasped, and he almost smirked.

"How could you know that, baby girl?" he asked, and in the haze of arousal, it took you a moment to realize he was teasing, not asking an actual question.

You scoffed a little. "Fucking smart ass," you complained, and for the first time, he really did grin, the sight so beautiful you were sure it made your heart stop, and you knew it made your cunt throb and heave with a new dousing of wet arousal.

"Yeah, I think I am," Bucky said, sounding pleased.

You'd been so distracted by his beatific face you hadn't even noticed him stripping out of his underwear, not until he nudged your leg, pressing your limbs apart so he could settle between your thighs.

You whined in breathless anticipation as he teased the tip of his cock against your wet entrance. "That what you want, doll face?" he asked, with a wickedness you hadn't seen before.

You were beyond words now, could only nod, fingers raking desperately down his arms. "Want me to put it in?" Another nod. "Say the magic word, baby girl," he ordered.

It took all you had to muster up that quiet, plaintive "please," but when you finally did, he delivered, sinking into your depths slowly, groaning as your body welcomed him. You whined at his size, drowning in sensation as he sheathed his cock fully.

For a moment, Bucky just lay, gasping, enjoying the moment and drawing it out. He knew once he started to move, he wouldn't last long, although he doubted you would either.

He leaned, letting his lips trail tenderly up your jaw and then down your neck as he let his hips shift, moving slowly at first, but he built quickly to a pace that was near to punishing. Metal fingers closed around your hip, holding you in place as he drove into those silky depths.

He moaned as he spasmed, chasing his high and yours right along with it.

"You wanna cum, baby girl?" he asked.

"Please," you begged, and the sound of your voice, wanting and needy, was damn near enough to send him over the edge. He held on, reaching between your bodies, thumbing your clit roughly. You cried out, arching up into the touch of his hand and the pounding of his hips and shattered, body seizing around him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into flesh, overstimulated as he pounded through a few more thrusts to his own orgasm.

The feel of him throbbing to climax made you groan, his spend a warm and wet coating deep inside and trickling down your thighs and onto the mattress.

Bucky was half limp above you, weight supported on his forearms as he nuzzled his face into your neck, whispering sweet nothings.

"You're so good to me. Beautiful and perfect. Dunno what I'd do without you." He did know, just didn't want to think about it, what he'd be doing right now, if he was still in HYDRA's clutches instead of wrapped up in your tender embrace.

He finally rolled off of you, the chill sending a shiver down your spine. Bucky was peering at the wet stain between your legs, soaking into the sheets.

"Is it always so...messy?" he asked, making you laugh.

"Only when it's good, baby," you answered, sitting up to cradle his cheek and steal a kiss. "Next time we'll lay a towel down first," you said, amused.

By the time things were cleaned up, even Bucky was dragging, and when you fell into the bed, the warmth of his body embracing yours had you asleep almost instantly, and the night was sweet and dreamless and peaceful.

[aratakiis]

hello! i hope you’re doing well :) just wanted to say i love your fanfics, im a huge itto simp and you always deliver a full meal ^^ i was wondering if you could write something (sfw or nsfw) about a reader having small tits and being overall very petite, i do feel a little self-conscious about it and i’d like to feel like it is appreciated by someone like him

thanks if you’ll do it!! have a wonderful day :)

sinful.

itto x fem!reader

words: 989

warnings: nsfw, maybe a bit of a dacryphilia thing idk, uhh he's also just really horny lol

notes: AAHH TYSM!!! <33 im sorry this took so long my life has been CRAZY WHAHAOHH!1!1! IM SO FLATTERED THOUGH LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I LOVE YOU ANON HERE YOU GO OMG MUAH

he slid his pants down again. this wasn't the first time.

just enough to let the air hit his cock, just enough to reveal his hips. he sat in the grass, belt unbuckled hand on his bare cock. he mustered up the guts to masturbate on your property- well, for the first time...

itto held the base of his dick, stroking it softly with his thumbnail, biting his lip raw as he glanced around. nobody in sight. it was a warm inazuman night, shops had already closed down, house lights off, the warm glow of lanterns, candles and fireflies in sight.

he let his body relax, leaning back on the exterior of your home, quietly moaning as he slid his hand up his shaft slowly.

wouldn't it be even hotter to imagine you here, alone with him?

itto's legs spread, pumping his shaft delicately, letting his awfully lewd imagination run wild. his eyes screwed shut, his other hand running up his chest.

he'd love to watch your hands at work, so tiny in comparison to his. he loves holding them, feeling your soft palm in his. it must feel so good to have you run your hands down his chest, archons, but he can only imagine. it would be a delight to have you strip him and touch him.

he grabs at himself, pinching his nipples and sighing your name, stroking his tip with his thumb. the thought of you giving kisses to his tip has gotten him off a disgusting amount of times, licking and kissing his shaft, running your tongue down to his base and throating his cock right afterwards.

he's never gotten further than that, he came much too fast to the thought of your pretty face and little tits covered in his thick cum. his lewd fantasies never left his mind, never on the tip of his tongue around you though. he was more entranced by the way you moved, your body was just perfect. so petite, tiny, so much smaller than his.

tonight was different, however. he lolled his head from side to side, panting slightly as he jerked his dick to the thought of eating you out. tasting everything that you've hid, never talked about, everything that he's wanted, feeling the arousal flare in his gut as he stripped you of your undergarments.

he could see what he's always desired from someone like you. he could grip those tiny, plushy thighs and eat you out like a starved man. shove his face deep into your cunt, pin you down ass-up and go to town all night. he could relish your taste, dip his tongue in, and-

"oh, fuck-" he groaned. itto had came in his hand already, hips bucking from the intense amount of pleasure. his teeth grit as he lubed his shaft with his own cum, desperately fucking his fist.

-he wasn't done, though, not yet. itto would make you cry out his name as he teased you with his tip, sticking it in and pulling out, teasing your clit as he slapped the head of his cock against it. you could watch as his pre-cum oozed out on your tummy and cunt, witness how your unshackled boy could fuck you like nobody ever could, so delightfully unrestrained to your touch.

itto would make you watch yourself get fucked, right infront of a mirror. wipe your tears away softly as he pounded into you, years of pining and build-up leading to his dreams. he could finally primally dominate you, you're so tiny and perfect, made for breeding and holding his seed.

"nghh.... mff- oh, baby. fuck me, pet." itto panted. he threw his head back harshly, cumming again, this time on his chest. the wooden exterior behind his head made a loud thunk! as he came.

he wiped away the excess saliva on the corners of his mouth with his free hand, whimpering as his hips bucked up back into his palm, body begging for more of this sinful release.

his breathing slowed to his normal pace after he came down from his high, legs shaking slightly as he readjusted himself, itto's gut pooling with a deep and intense warm desire.

could you be the one to tame the beast that he is? he spat onto his hand and made quick work of himself again, rubbing his back onto your home where you quietly slept, peacefully unaware of his wrongful behavior.

he could help but cry out as he imagined his first time with you, playing out the scenario until it went perfectly, just how he wanted it to go.

"ah, ah- itto..." your moans sound so pretty to him.

"yes, doll?" he cooed in your ear, one hand on your back as your small breasts barely spilled from the hem of your dress. "d'ya need anything?"

"go slow. it's our first time... i've never taken an oni before." you whined, your hand brushing his chin in an attempt to bring it to you.

that kiss would have been so perfect. your legs shaking while you're bent over a table, he would finally get to taste your sweet lips and grab your chest. not to mention those soft little thighs of yours. itto could finally fuck you and cover you in his kisses. don't you know just how much love he has to give to you?

he bit his lip again as he came a third time, muffling his loud moans. he sat for a moment, his mind distant as he relished the feeling of his fading climax, panting loudly. he leaned his head back, fixing his pants and the mess he made of himself with a hankerchief he always carries.

itto, however, couldn't help but commit such a sinful act, especially when he thought of you. so tiny and pretty, he anticipated the day where he could mould you to his size and sheath it all inside of your pretty cunt.

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love with a Single Mom HCs

Sakusa x fem!Reader | Kita x fem!Reader | Tendō x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFics ]

Request: LOVED YOUR FALLING IN LOVE WITH SINGLE MOM HCS SHAKAKAOXVAIAL MOSTLY BOKUTO’S AHDIWIXBSIAO!! CAN I REQ THEM WITH SAKUSA KITA AND TENDOU?? TYSM 🤩🤩 —anonymous

a/n: once again,,, i love these hcs so much but i feel like omi was kinda ooc im so sorry (╥﹏╥) i hope u like these still!! i really enjoyed writing these, pls do tell me what you think (~￣³￣)~

❀ he's been watching you for a while now— his team's manager

❀ everyone knew you've recently became a new mom— as well as how your child's dad went MIA a few weeks after you gave birth, left a note breaking things off with you and saying he wasn't ready to be a dad

❀ you usually had your mom or a relative take care of your baby while you went to work, but this time no one was available so you had to bring your son with you

❀ standing by the corner of the crowded cafeteria, he kept on glancing at you obviously struggling to pacify your baby

❀ he didn't like the piercing cries of the child in your arms so he decided to help you, or so he convinced himself

❀ in reality, he couldn't take seeing you so panicked anymore— it agitates him so much

❀ he was trying to remember what komori taught him about babies as he walked over to where you stood

"have you tried feeding it?" he asked nonchalantly, standing a good foot away from you as he tried to peer over your shoulder

"him" you replied, exhaustion and frustration dripping from your tone, "and yeah, i just did"

you sighed

"give me"

it wasn't everyday that sakusa offered help so you jumped at the opportunity, supporting your child's neck and back as sakusa took him, doing the same

❀ he laid the baby on his chest, gently tapping at his back

❀ after a few moments he let out a small burp the baby not sakusa skdka

❀ he handed your child back to you, now silently chewing on his hand, saying he "just needed to burp"

❀ your face felt hot, embarrassed that you had no idea

❀ sakusa just placed a hand on your head and smiled behind his mask before leaving, he knows you needed all the help you can get right now and he, albeit wordlessly, made sure you're aware that he's willing to provide that help

❀ since then he regularly drops by your apartment and helps you clean and take care of your baby saying he's just making sure there weren't any germs near the kid

❀ lets you take naps as he watch your kid— but not before taking a bath, he has spare clothes in your closet

❀ the team notices how he's always over at your place

"omi-kun you're always over at y/n's, might as well move in with her"

"if she wants me to, i don't see any problem with it" he said so casually it made you whip your head to his direction

"do you... want to?" he looked away from you without an answer, avoiding your eyes, "omi-kun do you want to move in with us?"

"i said, if you wanted to" he replied, still avoiding your gaze and cheeks tinted red

❀ you met him at the wet market; well, your daughter did

❀ you noticed her run off while you were buying ingredients for your lunch and stocking up your fridge, quickly trying to catch up to her

❀ she was giddily running around, little 3 year old legs not taking her too far before bumping into a stranger's leg

❀ falling to her bum, your daughter looked up to see brown eyes looking down at her

"i'm sorry, are you alright?"

he helped the child up, holding her steady as he dusted off her bottom

by the time you caught up with the both of them, he already had your daughter in his arms, asking her where her mom was with a smile

"there she is!" she said with a giggle

"baby, what did i tell you about running off on your own?" you scolded her with a tired smile as kita handed her over to you, thanking him kindly

❀ after that encounter, he started to notice you more and more; in the wet market, around the neighbourhood, and in the topics of local grannies

❀ you moved in recently, shortly after your daughter's dad bailed out on the both of you, leaving you to raise her alone; or so he's heard

❀ he would always give you a soft smile and an acknowledging nod whenever you two see each other

❀ it wasn't until his grandmother asked him to bring over some vegetables to your house that he had the chance to have an actual conversation with you

"gran wanted you to have this"

"oh thank you very much", you beamed at him while taking the basket, "do you maybe want to come inside? i'll prepare some tea"

he was about to decline the offer, but the joyful look on your child's face the moment she sees kita convinced him to do otherwise

❀ the two of you talked over tea and snacks while your daughter sat on his lap, playing with his large hand

❀ you couldn't help but smile at the both of them, your daughter never one to be this playful with others, kita didn't seem too bothered either

❀ time passed and kita needed to go back home, much to your daughter's dismay

❀ he didn't want to upset your kid too much so it was decided he'll come back soon to play with her

❀ it became a regular thing for kita to stop by your house on his way home from the fields— spending time with you and your daughter slowly becoming routine

❀ he adored your child's little giggles and the way she insisted having him wear the flower crown she made, glancing at you to see you laughing at the sight had him imagining what life would've been like with the two of you

❀ till he realized he was already living that life— looking forward to seeing you both after a hard day of work at the fields, being greeted by warm smiles and a hug, eating dinner together and sharing laughter

❀ it seems like granny wouldn't have to wait too long for a grandchild

❀ he noticed your 2 year old boy looking—staring, at him from across the restaurant he was having lunch at

❀ so of course he decided to make faces in an attempt to make him laugh

❀ he wiggled his eyebrows at the toddler, waving his hands and cooing— though he wasn't sure if the baby even hears him

❀ the boy decided that tendō pulling at his ears and sticking his tongue out was a winner, letting out a short giggle

❀ you had your back to tendō so you were surprised to see your child laughing when you looked up from your meal

❀ turning around to see tendō making the silliest face, you couldn't help but laugh as well, your son finding it absolutely hilarious and is squealing in delight

❀ tendō's face heated up in embarrassment from being caught but he laughed along nonetheless, shaking his head as you waved your son's tiny hands at him and mouthing 'hello'

❀ he thought you two were adorable so he decided to come up to your table

"you babysitting your nephew? or is that your baby brother?"

you chuckled at him, "he's my son"

"oh"

the redhead's brain buffered for a few moments, "i should get going then, don't wanna offend someone" he laughed awkwardly, hand scratching at his nape

"oh no, it's fine. you're not offending anyone" his eyebrows raised at your reply's implication, "mind taking a seat? my baby seem to like you"

"your baby has great taste" tendō smirked as he slid to the seat opposite yours

"so it seems" you said with a tone that sent a blush straight to his cheeks

❀ the afternoon ended with your number saved on tendō's phone under the name cute baby('s) momma🥺

❀ he texts and calls All The Time; asking how your kid is doing and wanting to see the both of you

❀ after a while of talking and going out, you asked him if he wanted to come over to your place for a visit and he was simply ✨ecstatic✨

❀ spent the whole afternoon crawling around your living room chasing your son, squeals and giggles echoing throughout your house

❀ you've never seen your son be this comfortable with anyone that isn't you and you're just grateful that tendō adores your child as much as your child adores him

❀ when tendō walked up to you— your son in his arms, sleeping soundly on his shoulder, you offered to take the child but he refused and opted to pull you close with his free hand

❀ he leaned against the kitchen counter, both you and your son in his arms as you asked him in a whisper, "can you stay?"

❀ understanding what you meant was more than staying for the night, he answered with a definite "for as long as you want to, of course" before pressing a kiss on your temple

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[dokoni-mo]

Soooo I've been having this cute Vader idea latched onto my brain for way too long and I need to do something with it, so now you gotta deal with it lmao:

The soft padding of your bare feet as you marched through your small cottage harmonized with the sound of birds chirping and breeze blowing by, caressing the trees as it went.

You entered the living room and, sure enough, there sat your husband on the sofa, perfectly still, looking more like a black-clad armored statue than the soft, loving man you knew he was.

"Love?" You said softly to get his attention, and he looked over at you, head tilting in silent, curious acknowledgement. He took in the slowly growing smirk on your face, and prepared for the worst. Your expression only doubled in mischievousness as you walked closer and sat down next to him.

"do you happen to have an extra heart? Cuz' it appears mine was stolen!" You said with a giggle, visibly delighted at the pickup line. Vader, however, seemed much less amused, at least on the outside, simply staring at you silently. This did not deter you.

"if you were words on a page, you'd be the fine print." You could barely get the words out through your giggling, which only increased in volume when, what you recognized as a flustered Vader, turned away from you and began ignoring you completely. Again, this did not deter you.

You'd realized recently that you'd been slacking on your verbal affection, and you were in a playful mood. Why not kill two birds with one stone? "I've heard that kissing is the language of love! Would you have a conversation with me about it sometime-"

Suddenly there was a hand covering your mouth. Vader's hand to be specific. The snickering you did were muffled by the material of his gloves, your eyes shining amusement. Vader could vaguely make out the sound of you saying something so, foolishly, he lifted his hand. "What?" He asked, and you grinned in response.

"your hand looks heavy. I could hold it for you!"

Your outcry of 'wha- hey!' went ignored as Vader marched out of the room, overwhelmed by the butterflies even simple, horrible pickup lines were giving him. All because they came from your lips.

-🫀Anon

OH MY GOD NONNIE YOU DID NOT HAVE TO GO SO HARD WITH THIS AND YET YOU DID??? LITERALLY ATE AND LEFT NOT EVEN THE PLATE BEHIND OH MY GOD

I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH :((((((((( THE IDEA OF HAVING JUST A CUTE LITTLE COTTAGE WITH HIM MAKES ME SO HAPPY. AND SEEING HIM ALL GRUMPY AND CHEESY LITTLE THINGS YOU SAY TO HIM :((((( WE KNOW YOU SECRETLY LIKE IT VADER MY BELOVED PLSSS JUST ONE CHANCE ILYSM

ANON PLS FEEL FREE TO COME BY AGAIN AND GRACE US WITH MORE DELICIOUS FOOD TYSM FOR THE FINE MEAL TONIGHT