#but it takes a while until the feeling is reciprocated

[liliavanrougelover]

the housewardens (and if possible also vice housewardens but not needed) with a reader that refuses to get up without a good morning kiss. like, they'll just lie in bed until they get a good morning kiss. then if one day they don't get one, they're pouting the whole day and just in a grumpy mood

No kisses?

Characters: Housewardens and vice housewardens

Warnings: Rook

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I'm a master procrastinator

Riddle Rosehearts:

He always gives you kisses anyways, it’s the best way to start his day after all

It’s how he wakes you up in the morning

A gentle kiss and a “Good morning”

If he does forget, he’ll be confused why you’re so upset during the day and when you tell him why he feels guilty

He apologizes for forgetting. Like a formal apology. “I, Riddle Rosehearts, would like to apologize…” etc.

As an alarm blares on his bedside table, Riddle slowly comes to consciousness. He lazily reaches over and turns his alarm off. He sits up and sleepily rubs his eyes. As he hears a yawn, he looks over to see his partner stirring from their sleep as well. He smiles and leans over to plant a gentle kiss on their forehead. “Good morning, my rose,” He whispers. And to Riddle, the only reciprocation he needs is the tired smile that comes to his partner's face.

Trey Clover:

He woke you up normally before

Just slightly shakes you and calls your name

When you tell him you want a good morning kiss, he’s fine with that

He wakes you up, kisses you, and gets ready for the day

He also gives you one after you both get dressed and have to part ways

If he does forget, he feels bad but also isn’t surprised that he forgot

He has a lot on his plate, okay? Of course he would forget something so small

But he’ll make it up by giving as many kisses as you want before bed

Trey's eyes softly flutter open as the morning sun kisses his face. He sits up and stretches, letting out a content hum as his back pops. He turns over to his partner and calls their name, his voice soft and husky. When they stir, he smiles at them. He leans over and gives them a gentle kiss before he gets up and gently urges them to get out of bed and start the day.

Leona Kingscholar:

Good grief

He doesn’t give you a kiss

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he wants you to stay in bed with him

If he does have to get up, he’ll give you a quick kiss and then go about his day

He doesn’t forget. Ever. It’s the one thing that stays consistent every day.

Most days he doesn’t give you a kiss until Ruggie drags him (and you) out of bed

The morning sun shines into Leona’s room and falls across his eyes, waking the lazy lion from his sleep. He growls and turns over looking for his partner. He moves close and pulls them into his arms. When they finally wake up, he sleepily greets them. He keeps his arms around them, laying in silence. Eventually the peace is broken as Ruggie comes in and pulls the blankets away from them, telling Leona to get up. Leona growls but obliges. He gives his partner a gentle kiss before finally getting ready for the day.

Ruggie Bucchi:

When he wakes up, he already has a lot to do so he doesn’t really take time to wake you up

If you wake when he does he’ll say a quick “good morning” before leaving

On the days where he doesn’t really have any work to do, he’ll stay in bed with you for a while

He’ll tell you about the dream he had, how much he doesn’t want to start the day, asks if he can copy your homework and anything else that comes to his mind.

When he does learn that you want a good morning kiss every morning, he’ll try his best

He doesn’t forget, but there are times where he does have to rush out the door and he’ll apologize later in the day

He’ll make up for any kisses when you two are about to go to sleep

As an alarm rings, Ruggie reaches over to his end table and turns the alarm off. He gets out of bed and walks over to his closet, getting changed quickly. He walks back over to his bed and gently wakes his partner. He gives them a kiss and rushes out the door to go work.

Azul Ashengrotto:

He usually just wakes you up by shaking you and calling your name

The first thing he does is wake you, says “good morning” and then gets dressed

When he learns that you won’t get up without a good morning kiss, he’ll be a bit reluctant but do it anyways

It’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, He’s just flustered at the idea (he gets more used to it as time goes on.)

When he forgets, he apologizes by having the tweels drag you to his VIP room and giving as many kisses as you want for compensation. He can’t be in your debt, after all.

He’s surprised to find out that he loves it. He loves kissing you in the morning and he loves when you kiss him in the morning

Don’t tell anyone though. If the tweels heard, they wouldn’t let him live it down.

Azul blinks his eyes open, groggily staring at the ceiling. He yawns and sits up, stretching his arms behind his back and sighing in content when his back pops. He looks over to where his partner still sleeps. He gently smiles as he takes a moment to admire them. He finally wakes them and gives them a small kiss and gets the same back from them. After another moment of admiring them, he stands and goes to get dressed.

Jade Leech:

He sometimes wakes you up with breakfast in bed (Floyd has complained about not getting his own breakfast.)

Other times he simply wakes you up with a call of your name and a little shake.

When he learns that you like good morning kisses, who is he to deny you?

Now he sometimes wakes you up to breakfast in bed with a side of kisses. And other times just kisses. And yes, that’s kisses with an “s.” He gives you multiple.

He doesn’t forget to kiss you. If he doesn’t kiss you, it’s because he finds it amusing when you’re upset over something so small.

But most of the times, he’s a good boyfriend and gives you the kisses you want

As Jade’s alarm goes off, he sits up and rubs his eyes. He turns the alarm off and turns over to see his partner still dead asleep. He calls their name and gently shakes them awake. And when they finally crack their eyes open to look at him, he leans over and kisses them. “Good morning,” he says. He stands up and stretches his arms above his head and then smiles down at his partner. “Would you mind waking Floyd while I get changed?” Oh dear, looks like his partner’s fallen asleep again.

Kalim Al-Asim:

He doesn’t usually wake up before you. Jamil wakes him up at 7- 7:30 in the morning

If you wake up before him, then you’ll have to wake him up yourself. And if you don’t, then you’ll have Jamil wake you up

He gives you kisses anyways.

He always greets you with a kiss, which includes waking up in the morning

When he forgets, he feels so bad. He’s apologizing so much while kissing every inch of your face

But he loves kissing you. The best part of his day. When he wakes up early he spends the entire time giving you kisses after every sentence he says

It was one of the few days where Kalim woke up on his own. The morning sunlight streamed into his room, leaving his room in a beautiful golden glow. He sat up, yawned and sleepily rubbed at his eyes. He turned to see his partner waking up as the sun shone on their eyes making them scoot closer to him. He giggled and leaned over, planting a kiss on their temple.

Jamil Viper:

He usually has to rush himself in the morning. Like Ruggie, he has work the moment his eyes open.

He does wake you up before he leaves. And it’s usually with a kiss.

When he has the chance to sleep in, he’ll wake you up with kisses and just lay in your arms, letting his worries melt away

When he doesn’t kiss you and you get upset, he apologizes but also tells you that he does need to work

He makes it up to you by making you’re favorite meal

Jamil’s eyes slowly flutter open as he gains consciousness. He sits up and rubs his eyes. He looks over at his lover, sleeping peacefully. A soft smile paints his face as he looks at their peaceful appearance. He moves closer and wraps his arms around their neck before planting kisses all over their face.

Vil Schoenheit:

He wakes up fairly early. Not because he has work, but because he has the “early bird gets the worm” mentality

He wakes you up after his shower so that you won’t have to wait to take your own.

He doesn’t kiss you unless you ask him to. He doesn’t know where your boundaries are, you need to tell him.

He will give you as many kisses as you want before he does his makeup.

If he ever forgets, he’ll give you as many kisses as you want along with a mini spa in his dorm room

Vil sits up in bed and turns off his alarm on the bedside table. He gets out of bed and goes through his usual morning routine. Washing his face, brushing his teeth, taking a shower and brushing his hair. After that, he walks back to his bed and sits down next to his partner. He calls their name and plants a gentle kiss on their forehead. “It’s time to wake up, darling,” he gently tells them as they stir from their sleep.

Rook Hunt:

I’m sure I’ve said this before, but he never sleeps. He just lays next to you while you sleep. And he wakes you up when your alarm goes off.

When he learns you want a good morning kiss, who is he to refuse? So he wakes you up with a forehead kiss.

And once you get up and get ready, he gives you another kiss

And he never forgets. Ever. The only times he doesn’t kiss you is because was busy. And he makes sure to kiss you everytime he sees you throughout the day to make up for it.

The moment the alarm goes off, Rook reaches for the bedside table and turns it off. He turns to his partner who's nestled comfortably in his arms. “Darling,” he softly calls, rousing them from their slumber. “Good morning,” He says, planting a soft kiss on their forehead.

Idia Shroud:

He doesn’t usually wake you up. Ortho does. He wakes both of you up, and Idia says good morning, gets up, and goes about his day.

When you tell him you need a good morning kiss, he shuts down. He needs to be rebooted like he’s the robot.

He’ll do it, it just makes him very nervous.

He will occasionally forget, but Ortho reminds him before the day actually starts so it never becomes a problem

Ortho himself will give you a good morning hug

“Time to wake up,” Ortho says, floating into Idia’s room with an inhuman amount of energy. Idia groans and rolls over to wrap his arms around his partner. Ortho grabs his blankets and starts pulling, urging them to get out of bed. Idia drops a kiss on his partner's forehead and then rolls out of bed.

Malleus Draconia:

He already wakes you up with a kiss. Every morning without fail.

When he learns that you want that, he’s happy that you two were on the same page about good morning kisses

He also wants one from you as well

He never forgets. Ever. Not once in his life. It’s the best part of his day.

It doesn’t matter how busy his day is, he’ll give you a kiss and get his kiss in return

Malleus’s eyes flutter open as the sun peeks through the curtains of his window. He sits up and yawns. He turns to his lover just in time to see them pull the blanket over their head. He chuckles and leans over them, “It’s time to get up, love,” He gently says, pulling the blanket down. He kisses their temple and then urges them to give him a kiss as well.

Lilia Vanrouge:

He won’t get up in time to do so. He always has to rush to class because nobody can wake him up

On the mornings that he does, he will give you all the kisses you want. He might even be late because he was kissing you

When he learns that you want good morning kisses every morning, he decides to set an alarm. 100 alarms. None of them wake him up.

But that’s fine. He’ll just make it up to you by kissing you ten times everytime he sees you.

As the sun shines into the curtains and falls across Lilia’s eyes, the fae growls. He pulls the blanket over his head and cuddles up to his partner. “Close the curtains,” he whines, nudging them. He climbs on top of them, the blanket still over his head, and starts planting kisses all over their face.

[rekino2114]

If I'm not too late, could I please ask for Valentines prompt 17 with M!Reader and Makima rewatching their wedding video (bonus points if it's with their child Nayuta)?

Love your work!

You and makima rewatching your wedding video

Pairing:makima x male reader

A/n:this takes place in the nayuta daughter au

Valentine's prompt#17

Prompts list

If there's one thing makima loves....then it's you but if there are two things she loves...then it's you and nayuta, but somewhere on that list is watching movies.

She always liked movies, but especially now that she has someone to watch them with she loves those moments even more, and she doesn't mind rewatching for the 7th time whatever Disney movie nayuta is currently obsessed with. She even buys her daughter merchandise of them that she brags about to everyone at school.

But her favorite "movie" to watch is by far your wedding video. Just remembering that day causes her heart to beat faster than usual, and watching it is just amazing it feels like reliving that beautiful moment, so much that it had become a tradition to watch it on valentine's day, even after nayuta was born.

"Daddy, mommy, the movie is about to start"

Makima giggled and placed nayuta into her lap while using her other hand to pull you closer to her

"It's not a movie nayuta, it's a recording"

"Oh......of what?"

"Of the best day of my life"

"*gasp* it's when I was born right?"

"No, sorry sweetie, that's the second best day of my life"

"Then what's the first one?"

"Just watch and see"

Nayuta started eating the popcorns you made her, which had way too much butter to be considered a light snack but quickly coughed because of the gasp she emitted when the video started playing

"It's you mommy! And you're a princess!"

"Oh am I?"

"Yeah, yeah, that dress is definitely a princess one"

You smiled and looked at the video, makima really looked beautiful in her black dress. She always looked beautiful but on that day she was special just like everything else

"Seems like I'm not the only one who liked that dress"

"I think I know exactly why you liked it, dear"

"Can you blame me? You looked stunning"

The video continues with makima walking down the aisle and coming face to face with you

"*gasp* it's daddy too!"

"Yes and he looked stunning too"

Makima gave you a loving look that you reciprocated and got even closer to you, continuing to watch the TV attentively

"What are you doing now?"

"Reciting our vows"

"What does that mean?"

"It's like.....promises that you make to the person you love and that you have to keep forever"

"Really? Forever? Isn't that tiring?"

"It's not, it's just promising to love each other forever and in any condition, and saying how much their love changed you"

"Daddy changed you?"

"More than you can imagine"

Makima continued stroking her daughter's hair while watching the video, she remembered all of it like it was yesterday. the joy she felt seeing you there,the music, the people, she just felt pure happiness in that moment.

When you read your vows to her, she felt so loved and genuinely happy. All your promises and declarations made her heart and soul warm, and her eyes water a bit. However, she vowed herself not to cry during such a moment, so she didn't. She had a lot of experience in hiding her emotions, but of course, she didn't hide the widest smile she ever gave to you, she wanted you to see how happy you made her, it was only when the ceremony was over and you were alone in your room that she truly cried tears of pure happiness while vowing to love you and never leave you again, she felt loved and she wanted nothing more than to give you that love back, she wanted you to see all the emotions you made her feel, the pure happiness and love you made her feel bot through smiles and tears.

Just watching the kiss again and thinking about it made her feel exactly like that again.

"*gasp* daddy! Mommy is crying"

Makima snapped out of her thoughts and touched her cheek, how did she not notice the tears until now?

"Are you alright makima?"

She looked to her right to see your concerned face, the face of the person she loved and wanted to give the world to, the fact of the person who she had a child with, the face if the person she married.

She wiped her tears and looked at you with a wide pure smile, very similar to the one she gave you on the day that was playing on the tv

"It's nothing darling, I'm just so happy"

[rvmanoffbarnes]

Touch me || Gong Yoo x reader.

WARNING: This one shot contains explicit language and sex scenes. I suggest discretion.

After dinner, (Y/N) and Gong Yoo were washing the dishes, while she washed, he dried. It was constant teamwork, a routine they did every time they finished eating.

It was a warm night, the temperature rising with each passing day. This summer promised to be hot, so there was no desire to do much during the day, other than taking a shower in the morning and before going to sleep. They were immersed in a comfortable silence, but it hid more desire than they imagined. Gong Yoo couldn't stop looking at his girlfriend. He thought she was worthy of admiration long before they started the relationship, when he met her for the first time he thought she was the most captivating and sweet woman who had ever crossed his path.

It wasn't until he exchanged words with her that he promised to win her over, despite the age difference. Gong Yoo was in love.

The same thing happened with (Y/N). She pretended not to look at him much the first time she saw him at work. His presence was magnetic, impossible to resist. He was the first man with whom she truly felt what love is.

She knew that her parents were not entirely in agreement with the relationship, although the time she introduced them to them the evening passed with laughter and promises to have dinner together again. However, nothing could interfere with what she felt.

"The pasta was delicious" She mentions, after soaking the last remaining dish, to pass it to her boyfriend.

The black-haired man raises an eyebrow and smiles sideways. "Yeah?" he receives the plate and dries it. He sets it aside along with the cloth, while he watches the girl dry her hands in the air and then wipe them on the cloth.

She nods and smiles softly.

"I'm grateful that in this relationship there is at least one of us who knows how to properly cook," she lets out a laugh. "I can make it up to you with a dessert I made. It's not much, but I must say it turned out good."

As she speaks, the man positions himself behind her. Heat radiates from their bodies at the closeness. Gong Yoo listens attentively to what his girlfriend says, while hugging her waist.

"It's a chocolate dessert. It's not much but i tried" she laughs shyly. Gong Yoo laughs into her neck. But that doesn't stop the kisses he plants on her skin. (Y/N) snuggles against his body and closes her eyes.

"Mhm... that sounds delicious. Especially if you made it, sweetie." He slides his hands down her waist to her thighs. (Y/N) feels shivers all over the caressed area, causing her heart to race.

"But I want another type of dessert...." he says.

Gong Yoo ventures his hands along the edges of (Y/N)'s dress and pulls it up while kissing her neck.

She sighs and feels his hands move up the fabric until he holds it against her stomach. "What would that kind of dessert be?" (Y/N) asks.

"You..." he says in a moan.

She moans and takes his hands to leave them on her breasts and begin to massage them. She stretches her neck to kiss him and feels how Gong Yoo reciprocates with strength and unleashed passion.

He kisses her while he puts his hand under the neckline of her dress, caressing her nipples. She brings her butt as close as she can to his hard area.

"Baby...." she says between her lips. She slides her free hand until it touches his pelvis over his pants.

He's hard as a rock.

Gong Yoo moans shamelessly. Then, he takes the initiative and lowers his rough hand to her intimate area, caressing it with a mixture of desperation and passion. He puts aside her panties and starts touching her.

"My princess is wet from just one touch of mine" he laughs lightly and puts his tongue in her mouth. She reciprocates, while continuing to hold Gong Yoo's hand against her tit and the other holding him in her area where she needs him most.

To her disappointment, Gong Yoo stops his movements and turns her around, grabbing her by her thighs and connecting their lips again. This time, he walks with her in his arms to the room.

Passion consumes them, in such a way that they never separate their lips, not even when Gong Yoo lays her down on the bed. He lies on top of her, intertwining his hand with hers and putting his hand next to her face. (Y/N)'s hair is a mess on the soft mattress. She feels the air brush against her breasts, because her boyfriend made sure that the top of her dress fell to the level of her ribs.

Gong Yoo runs his hands over her body, clutching her skin in remarkable desperation. The girl moans, with a sound that has become a habit for them in the minutes they have been discovering their bodies. An act that has become intimate and almost routine for both of them.

"You're amazing," Gong Yoo whispers against her lips. She barely smiles, she's so focused that the man's hands won't leave her body.

(Y/N) pushes him with her body as best she can and turns him, leaving him underneath her. Gong Yoo smiles amused and lets her take charge of the situation. As she settles into his lap, he sits up and removes his own shirt in seconds. The girl admires him and smiles. (Y/N) starts to take off her dress, but is stopped by his hands. She frowns slightly and he just proceeds to caress her cheek tenderly.

"I want you to keep the dress on," he explains. "It's my favorite of yours."

She leaves it on and feels him pull down his pants and boxers. His manhood becomes erect to the level of his stomach. Gong Yoo raises the edges of her dress again, sliding his rough and cold hands over the girl's butt, squeezing her cheeks, to which she flinches a little and lets out a small laugh. Gong Yoo raises an eyebrow, amused at the reaction. He squeezes it again and she clings to him, hugging him to her chest. Gong Yoo laughs and quickly pulls down her panties, not wanting to keep her waiting more.

They are both desperate for each other. Gong Yoo throws the girl's underwear aside and prepares her with his long fingers. She lets out a whimper. She needs him.

"Please" she begs "I need you so bad"

Gong Yoo nods as his lips consume hers again. While kissing her, Gong Yoo unexpectedly introduces his manhood into her body. She moans surprised, but delighted. (Y/N) moves guided by his strong hands on her waist. It is a circular and slow movement at first, so slow that it hurts. Gong Yoo grunts and takes care of brushing off the girl's hair that falls over her breasts and then sucks one urgently. She stretches her chest to give him more access, tugging at the man's black hair as she feels the attention he gives to her chest.

The sound of their bodies colliding with each other and the bed moving is the only thing that can be heard. Now the rhythm changes and that's when Gong Yoo turns her over, now he wants to take care of the situation.

"Oh god. Does it feel good, love?" he moves faster. She doesn't utter a word, so immersed in the ecstasy of the moment. She can only barely nod her head. However, she tries to murmur something to him.

"What's that?" He whispers in her ear "Come on, baby. Tell me and I'll give you everything."

"Please... touch my tits" she asks in a whimper. He looks at her and brushes away the hair that falls from her forehead as he continues to pound into her. Gong Yoo kisses her forehead. "My poor angel. She wants me to play with her tits. Let me take care of them" He lowers his head and envelops her tit with his mouth, sucking desperately. With one hand she presses his head against her chest, while with the other she hugs his butt so that he reaches the depths of her being with the thrusts he gives her.

(Y/N) feels close. The burning is pleasant but unbearable any longer. Gong Yoo feels her squeezing him with her folds. He is about to explode for her.

The climax is about to reach them both.

"Does my baby want to cum?" He lifts his head from her tits and slides his hand to her clit, encouraging the rhythm. She nods frantically. "Please... I want to cum".

Gong Yoo thrust her with his fingers and his penis, without stopping. He wants to collapse with her.

A warmth appears in her stomach, but quickly replaced by the sensation of having him so deep inside her. The man removes his fingers from inside her and intertwines his hands with hers, and she can feel how wet they are. He guides their joined hands until they are positioned on her stomach, feeling him inside of her. Gong Yoo smiles flirtatiously and looks into her brown eyes. "Oh, look at that. Do you feel me? Do you like feeling me inside you?" he asks.

"I love it baby" she nods "Cum inside me please" she pleads.

Gong Yoo moans at her whimpers and plead and that's what it takes to explode his cum inside her. He grunts and after a few seconds she comes, without any shame.

He lets his head fall onto her chest and she breathes as she strokes his black hair. Her dress is messy and she feels hot just having it on. "You're amazing, sweetie," he whispers into her skin. (Y/N) smiles with her eyes closed trying to catch her breath

"We should replace our morning runs with this cardio, don't you think?" Gong Yoo offers. She laughs and looks at him amused. "It doesn't sound like a bad idea." He laughs.

He moves away from her body and she already misses him. Gong Yoo takes care of tenderly removing her dress and giving her a smile before removing it completely from her body. She lets him do it. Gong Yoo gets up from the bed, looking at her shamelessly, scanning every corner of her skin with his gaze. (Y/N) watches him from the bed, feeling the sweat run down her body. Gong Yoo disappears through the bathroom of the room and she tries to tidy her hair in that time, leaning on the wall of the bed. Then he returns with a small wet towel in his hands, while she shamelessly observes his entire magnificent body.

Gong Yoo sits on the bed next to her and taps her thigh twice for her to open her legs. (Y/N) spreads her legs and he cleans up the remains of both of them, caressing her thighs in the process. She licks her lips, especially when Gong Yoo lowers his head and kisses her thighs lovingly, up her stomach to her tits and then to her mouth. She reciprocates, running her hands over his neck. They separate and rest their foreheads on each other's. "I love you" Gong Yoo says. She smiles tenderly, feeling her heart rejoice with joy upon hearing those words that she has heard so many times before come from his lips.

"I love you too" Gong Yoo smiles and hugs her to himself, allowing them both to lie down. She turning her back on him and he imprisoning her, wrapping his arm around her body and placing his hand on her tit in a soft gesture.

"Now rest" he says "Tomorrow we must implement this new exercise so we don't have to get up so early"

She laughs.

"Ok"

And with that, they both lie down until they close their eyes. Anxious for the morning to come.

[wastemanjohn]

can you tell us a bit about your fic? is it johndean + can you spare a few lines from it? 👀

HELLO ❤️ yes

so there is background johndean kiiind of but whether it's reciprocated or even exists is very much open to interpretation. but it's actually a deanbobby fic and i've been working on it for like a year nearly and it currently stands at... 😬 around 140k words i think. although I am cutting some scenes because they're irrelevant and just me getting carried away so the final product will be shorter probably. there's er. a lot that happens lmao. it's told mostly in the present while dean's staying with bobby after An Incident with john but also some of it takes place in the past. it'll probably be another two-three months before i post it because there is so much editing/cutting/refining to do as tends to be the case with long projects.

as much as i'm dying to share some of it (and believe me i am DYING to) i've decided not to until i'm done. i answered a couple of other asks about this but basically i'm super fucking nervous about this project lol and i also know what my dopamine chasing brain is like. if i share some and people like it i will feel validated and be less motivated to finish. if i share some and the opposite happens i will be sad and also less motivated to finish it. if that makes sense!

but basically it's a story about loneliness, daddy issues and loving people too much with a heavy dash of sex trauma thrown in. which happen to be my favourite topics to write about

[ofspvrta]

It was never a matter of whether it was reciprocated. Whether Kassandra wanted to admit it or not, she had developed feelings for Caitlyn somewhere along the way. It was really a matter of whether she would let herself indulge in those feelings, after so very long. Love never seemed like something on the horizon for her, she'd lost her lover in such a visceral way before that she wasn't sure she ever wanted to risk that kind of loss again. And with everything going on right now, Caitlyn isn't exactly in a position of safety. Jinx and Ambessa had seen to that. Kassandra can only hope what she's doing is enough.

She hopes that she's enough to pull Caitlyn out of this darkness she's found herself in.

The giggle manages to make Kassandra feel even more at ease, no need to question Caitlyn over and over if she's sure. She seems light, lighter than she's been in some time. Especially given the reason why she asked Kassandra to stay in the room with her while she showered. A sign of improvement. Kassandra just watches as Caitlyn begins to undo her bra first, making a little tease out of it as she undoes the whole thing with one hand and easily slides it off. As if she's done this time and time before. Kassandra could have started unwrapping her bandeau at the same time, but, she'd be lying if she isn't too busy watching Caitlyn. The way she moves through all of this, she knows she's putting on a little show for her. An enjoyable one at that.

Once the bra is discarded to the floor Caitlyn moves on to her underwear, and Kassandra's posture relaxes more, any doubt in her mind has vanished. Slowly, the woman removes those as well, shimmying them down her legs until gently dropping those on top of the bra, with grace. The ascended doesn't move, not yet, she's taking her time taking the whole scene in. Eyes carefully raking over every part of her exposed skin, admiring the beauty of her form, every beauty mark, every scar, it all makes something so perfect in her mind. By the time Caitlyn turns around and walks into the shower, she realizes she still hasn't done the same. Oh. Right. Silently, she begins to unwrap her bandeau, letting it slowly unfurl onto the floor around her feet, she's not quite as endowed as Caitlyn is, but she's fine with that. A moment later she's moved on to her underwear, slowly sliding that down as well. It feels oddly freeing, letting someone see her completely naked like this again. No one has truly seen her in ages. What a feeling. Smiling softly, her eyes glance back at Caitlyn's breasts before returning to her face and taking a step into the large shower.

CAITLYN WAS JUST TESTING THE BOUNDARIES ON WHETHER IT WAS RECIPROCATED OR NOT . scared for a second there that it wasn't. and maybe it just feels like it could be wrong after everything that has recently happened. OR MAYBE CAITLYN FEELS LIKE KASSANDRA IS OUT OF HER LEAGUE . even that first day with kassandra's hood up , there was just something about the woman that looked like an angel and sounded just as merriily divine. she was infuated then.

... losing too many things will never be healing. GAINING SOMETHING IS HEALING . look at the way caitlyn looks at kassandra. SHE IS EVEN MORE INFATUATED NOW .

IT'S THE SOFT , LITTLE GIGGLE THAT CAITLYN LETS OUT . she was going to do it as a teasing surprise , but somehow the half notion question didn't even ruin it. caitlyn's long fingers just dance under the water already getting to the temperature she likes. CAITLYN LETS GO OF KASSANDRA'S HAND . she doesn't turn around though , both her hands just reach up to unclasp the bra. the one that went more with the uniforms she isn't a big fan of ... because if obviously highlights a female enforcers qualities instead of it being genuinely useful. she still wears it every now and again more in a public opinion , she can get away with wearing her version of the uniform while on her personal duties ... citing better use for that duty.

the bra is pulled off and she actually stands there for a few seconds contemplating what to do with it like it's more polite to be neat and tidy with a woman in the bathroom with you. CAITLYN ENDS UP EXTENDING HER ARM TO JUST DROP IT TO THE SIDE ON THE FLOOR . like she normally does. then she shimmies out of the underwear , she's capable of lace , but these one are just comfortable. MAYBE THAT JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU SHE WASN'T PLANNING THIS . she just stood there , thinking about kassandra , before acting on that thought. THAT'S IT . caitlyn just uses a toe to move the underwear with the bra. she just walks into the shower. but ... the way she turns in the shower , head tilting back , chest forward just the slightest ... THAT WAS ON PURPOSE .

[bastardlybonkers]

so this is what it feels like

[milkweedman]

Sighs. Am trying to make dinner (on one foot, mid migraine, in a horrible flare up) which my sister said she'd help with. She did a few things (washed the carrots, cut up the beets which were supposed to be whole) and then said i clearly had it under control and went back to the computer. Still have tons left to do. Have no energy and am not even hungry.

[garlic-sauc3]

aromantic nya.. she is so comphet to me

[smartylina]

Is it her turn to share her thoughts with the audience? Good, because she has a lot to think about in this very moment, now that she’s staring deeply into Kuzco’s eyes. Malina has denied many things ever since she met the emperor, especially her feelings towards him. Truth be told, the day Kuzco spoke to her for the first time, with that nonchalant smile and such excessive arrogance, Malina wanted nothing more than to rant at him about how he was the worst Emperor that has ever ruled. Surprisingly she didn't; but at least it was satisfactory to see him hold his burning cheek in complete shock for a second. Malina thought that he deserved it back then, for being a complete jerk to his own people, and she was sure she wasn’t going to see him in any other circumstance; so she didn’t care if he disliked her after that. (although what she did was dumb, considering he could have thrown her in the dungeon). What she didn’t expect, however, was for him to follow and pester her every single day at school. And the more he talked to her, she considered he wasn't as bad as she initially thought. Maybe there was another side to him that no one has ever noticed before and so, Malina wanted to find that out for herself. So he was right, it was a personal mission of sorts and had been a success so far, since they started to get along very well as friends. But crushing on and falling in love with Kuzco was never in her plans, and the funniest thing about it is that the peasant girl didn’t even realize it was happening until it was too late to do anything about it, other than to deny it all. Despite all of that, the only person she was fooling was herself.

It was all his fault. If he never tried to change his ways and listen to her Pacha and their friends, she wouldn’t have a reason to reciprocate his romantic feelings. It irritated her initially, but now she couldn’t be more grateful to the Gods for allowing her to find someone she could continue to support like she did while they were in school, and to love unconditionally. The squeeze on her hand interrupts her thoughts, and she raises an eyebrow at her boyfriend who is leaning in closer to whisper something to her. Malina meets him halfway and inevitably smiles as she understands the little throwback to her Bloom Ball. How could she forget about the best night of her life? Even if Kuzco confessed that he ruined it a couple of times. Her lips turn into a small pout at his constant teasing, but she keeps listening to every word he utters. She never takes her eyes off him, not even when she listens to Guaka's famous catchphrase, which she finds amazingly amusing. Malina would be a liar if she said she was not impressed and touched by his speech. The sincere tone in his voice as he thanks her for everything makes her heart flutter. All her efforts in making him a better person were worth it. Malina chuckles at his last comment and is about to say something in return until she sees him opening the small box to reveal a gorgeous ring. Her eyes widen, and she inevitably gasps while he squeezes her hand and then bends to one knee. She can feel her heart hammer inside her chest in excitement as she listens to his final question, leaving her at a loss for words and she couldn't tear her gaze away from him. While it was true that Malina wanted to marry him at some point, she hadn't truly thought about the possibility of her becoming the new Empress, it wasn't something she cared about since she was never attracted to that kind of power. Even if Kuzco was a peasant like her, she would still consider being with him. It wouldn't matter if both lived in a small hut without all the riches in the world. Being Emperor Kuzco's wife means she'll have big responsibilities for the rest of her life, ones that she will probably find very overwhelming and scary. Nevertheless, her decision is clear despite all that. "Yes I will, Kuzco.~ I'll finally become your Empress. It's about time, isn't it?" She chuckles sweetly at him while squeezing his hand in return. A now happy blush appears on her tanned cheeks as she waits for his next move. The entire village immediately cheers and claps in pure glee, especially Kuzco and Malina's friends, who are just as happy to witness this very special moment.

Anticipating Malina's panic from his threat to read one of his infamous POEMS in front of the entire village, Kuzco is ready for her when she rushes forward to stop him. Disbelief, excitement and a myriad of other emotions course through him at the realization that the moment is finally, actually HERE. He's really about to hopefully make his dream a reality!

Giddy laughter bubbles out of him as he allows her to lower both his hands and the scroll, revealing his beaming smile inch by inch until they're face to face once more. After a moment he finally releases the scroll, paying no mind to the parchment rolling carelessly down the hillside, in favor of turning Malina's hands over so that he can twine their fingers together.

The ceremony is over, remember? They can finally break the 'no-touchy' fast!

Staring at her anxious expression and feeling nothing but affection, the world narrows down to a pinprick around them. Villagers, friends, family-- everything falls to the wayside, until it's just the two of them standing on this hilltop, and its once again like they never left that room. During his speech, he noticed their former classmates and friends gathered together at the back of the crowd, and he wonders now whether any of them saw this coming.

Despite his insistence that Malina was going to become his Empress, there was no real guarantee that this day would ever come. In his mind it was certain, but the reality of the situation would have appeared to everyone else that Malina had simply taken pity on him. Realizing that he was an out of place new student who just so happened to be a royal, surrounded by peasants ( none of whom particularly liked him, after how carelessly he treated peasants before his rude awakening ), she likely thought it to be her duty as the captain of every club, A+ student and most popular girl in school to make sure that he made it through without suffering . . . too much. A personal mission, of sorts.

Little does either of them know, however, that their friends and classmates saw right through them both from the very beginning. Anyone with eyes could see the feelings they had for one another, with Malina and Kuzco ( and Kronk ) near inseparable when she wasn't busy with cheerleading or any of her clubs. He tagged along behind her like a lost puppy, and it was obvious how much she enjoyed being a part of ( and curtailing ) his antics. This has been years in the making, and if either of them bothered to look in this moment, they would notice the looks of excitement on their friends faces as they watched the moment unfold.

Tearing himself from his inner thoughts, Kuzco gives her hands a squeeze as he leans in, glancing around for a moment as if unwilling to let anyone else hear him when he whispers through a soft smile; " Just play along with it. This bit kills! " a throwback to her Bloom Ball, and yet another reminder of how far they've come.

Out loud so the village can hear, " Ohhh, I get it. You want me to wait until later when we're alone to read you the poem. Gotcha. " He teases, just to make her blush before clearing his throat to continue. " I know we haven't known each other for that long of a time, even though it feels like it's been forever . . . well. I didn't know YOU, since-- you know. Peasant. But ! you obviously knew ME, the awesome Emperor who rules this Kingdom. " A loud ' KUZCO RULES! ' comes from the crowd, everyone's favorite pudge-muffin making himself known before he's quickly muffled by their friends. " --and I know I've been an incredibly good looking handful in that amount of time, but . . . I want you to know, that this? All of this ? "

He lets go of one of her hands to gesture at himself; the warpaint on his face, the intricately designed traditional outfit, complete with the ceremonial feathered crown, and then finally to the hillside with the peasants gathered below them. " -- I couldn't have done it, any of it without YOU. You were the only one who cared about me enough to make sure I stayed on track. That Yzma didn't actually succeed in her hairbrained schemes to get rid of me, that Moleguaco didn't fail me out of spite and that I graduated after I turned myself into a chicken to try and get out of it. " He cracks a smile at the reminder, and the memory of Malina carrying chicken!Kuzco through the crowd to stop Yzma before she was crowned Empress. " We've had our ups and downs, and I know you said you would never worship me, but . . . "

His free hand slips into the hidden pocket of his tunic to retrieve a small golden box. When opened, it will reveal a stylish, braided golden ring, inlaid with the same turquoise as his earrings surrounding a large, ruby gemstone in the middle. Kuzco bends to one knee, presenting the box to her with his free hand and squeezing the hand he's still holding as he finishes his big, important question. " -- I'm hoping you changed your mind. . .

-- Malina, . . . will you finally become my Empress ? "

[sakebytheriver]

...

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can’t stop thinking the tall horror men of homicipher. I’m like 5ft something, so I know damn well these men tower over me…am I discovering something? Maybe 👀👀👀but I know I ain’t alone. TRUE STORY: Also there was this guy that came into my place of work moths ago with his family and he was TALL, bending down to get through the doorframe TALL but he was lovely.

So how do I imagine these boy would react if they see that you’re clearly ogling them for how tall they were.

Mr crawling

Given the fact that you’ve only seen him stand once, it was enough to have your jaw dropping to the floor. He was taller than the fucking doorway that he had to manoeuvre himself under it, and suddenly you’ve forgotten that you were being kidnapped by Mr Stitch, too intrigued by his height and now understanding why he had lied to you about his ability to stand.

He thought he would scare you but in fact made you feel the complete opposite, you loved how tall he was and you couldn’t get it out of your head, even when he’s back on his hands and knees to comfort you. The illusion had worn off and now you wanted to see him tall all the time, but you didn’t want to pressure him into doing so unless he felt comfortable.

‘You’re tall, really tall.’ You said in awe as Mr crawling coddled you against his chest.

‘Scared?’ He asked as though he was fearing your answer, which broke your heart as you nuzzled your face against his shoulder in an attempt of comfort.

‘No, handsome.’ You replied as Mr Crawling made chirps and purrs of happiness as he held you closer to him.

While he’s still not fond on standing to his full height, the fear of his intimating stature would chase you away one day embedded in his heavily, he would find some comfort in knowing that you loved his tall stature and love you even more for not forcing him to do something he clearly was uncomfortable with; preferring to shower him in kisses and remind him that whether he’s standing or on his hands and knees you loved him regardless.

Mr silvair

The man can feel your eyes on his back constantly. He knows he’s taller than most but the way you looked and admired his full height like you wouldn’t be able to anymore.

He wonders whether this was something only you seemed to have or whether other humans also felt possessed by the need to gawk at people above a certain height. Or was it just you that has this particular expression upon seeing his tall stature in general.

He would take notes of how his height seemingly did something to you that then triggered a chemical reaction within your brain to make you find his height appealing and possibly a requirement in finding your perfect romantic partner.

Or more specifically people of similar height to Mr Silvair himself or anyone close enough to his height to qualify. Mr Silvair soon deduced that you liked the domineering presence of someone much bigger than you, someone who’s able to drag you wherever as though you were nothing but weightless to them, almost like a ragdoll.

He’d soon find that this is in most cases considered a kink amongst you humans who found the height difference between partner rather erotic.

Mr Scarletella

Finds your content ogling of him flattering and thinks that it means that you were finally, finally reciprocating his obsession with you for your own obsession with him.

He’s another one who takes note of how you like how tall he is in comparison to you, always looking at him whenever he was entering the room, eyes widening when you see him having to bed down to get through the doorway, and your eyes never leave him even as he’s walking towards you; seemingly getting taller with each step until he’s in front of you and you’re looking at him in awe and hitched breath.

He’s obsessed with your expression each and every time and uses his height to his advantage. Such as doing things like putting his hand above your head and on the wall, looking down at you with those obsessive eyes of his as his smile seemed to widen upon hearing your breath hitch and eyes widen once more.

His height continued to elicit a reaction out of you that Mr Scarletella loved and adored and wanted to see more of in the future.

Mr Hood

Finds your constant ogling of his height interesting.

He didn’t know why you were so surprised he’s this tall, he’s been with you this entire time and it was only recently did your mind seemed to inform you of your Incredibly stark height difference, and bam! Suddenly he’s the subject of your constant staring and ogling as though it would be the last thing you did.

It was humorous to say the least and will earn you some head pats and cheek caresses that has you leaning towards his comforting and gentle touches.

It wasn’t something that you hide from him as half of the time you didn’t realise you were doing it until Mr Hood pointed it out with curiosity, meanwhile your left flustered as your mind held certain thoughts towards his legs, thighs and large hands.

Poor Mr Hood, he understood to some extent but after a certain point it’s better to explain to him that you find his height rather appealing to you in more ways than one.

[hoshigray]

Pretty Please with a cherry and spinkles ontop😩🙏 I need a Pussymatized Toji. Absolutely infatuated with his FWB. He was the one that said no attachments until he got addicted to her.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: lmao, "pussymatized" is new, but i see the vision!!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fwb! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - implied prior sex - backshots + missionary positions mentioned - oral (f! receiving) - feedbag position - multiple orgasms - Daddy kink - overstimulation - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - pussy-whipped! Toji - mention of spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

Toji knew better. He’s done the whole friends with benefits gig plenty of times, and he knows the big rule that comes with the package:

Absolutely no feelings involved, or else the arrangement is off.

“Hoooh…! Ahhhn, T-Toji, stop…Not too fast!”

That is until he met you.

For about a year, you and Toji have been friends with benefits. It started as something Toji told you about, how he’d sleep around and get in those kinds of relationships. You were the one to ask if he’d be down to do it with you.

The onyx-headed one thought about it for a minute until he gave in and said sure. However, he stressed the “no feelings attached” policy intensely. He considered you a dear friend – a rarity in his life – and he didn’t want what you two were doing to damage this close relationship. It was just casual sex with a friend, nothing more. And you nodded to his regulation with a smile, moving your friendship to the next level.

Off the bat, the sex between you two was great! It had been a while since Toji had done stuff like this, and doing it with someone he could trust like you made the interaction smooth and entertaining. Problems between the two of you were rare, and it’s thanks to you two being mature adults that made handling this non-serious relationship easy!

Nevertheless, one thing made this cooperation difficult — at least on Toji’s part. The older man was becoming more and more infatuated with you.

He doesn’t know when it started getting this bad; Toji was never one to be the one catching feelings during these kinds of kinships. So, this was a bit new for him, and it made the poor man go crazy as the days went on. Him? Catching feelings?? Breaking his own rule??? Get real!

But he couldn’t lie to himself, it was all different since he was doing it with you. You were the closest person he could call a friend outside of Shiu, and that never changed once you two became fuck buddies. If anything, things have gotten a lot closer between you two. You cared for his kids while he was away, cooked meals for him because you feared he didn’t eat enough during the day, or invited him on grocery sprees. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t do stuff like that before. Yet now that you and Toji were doing things beyond a regular friendship, the man was seeing you in a new light that he hadn’t seen before, and God, it was suffocating him. He doesn’t know how many of your gorgeous smiles or sweet strings of laughter he can take before he snaps. 

But it wasn’t just your personality and gracious aura that lured him on. As mentioned before, the sex was amazing — No, scratch that; you were amazing. It had been a very long while since Toji had done sexual shit with someone who could reciprocate pleasure. Fuck, you felt so good, whether it was jerking or sucking him off while massaging his balls in your pretty hands, or bouncing on his cock with that tight cunt of yours that had him on the edge, holding on to your waist as he’d piston his cock deep inside. Merely thinking about churning your walls that snug on his cock had him gulp thickly, thinking a heavy sigh would get these thoughts out of his mind.

But they don’t, of course. Because he’d be damned if he’d try to forget the image of your beautiful body all hot and sweaty with his. Your moans and squeaks were all prompted by his thrusts, and – fucking Jesus – he could never get over the way you said his name, so desperate for him with watery, doe eyes that pull him in. Looking all disheveled and alluring for him and only him, peering over your shoulder when he’d hit it from behind like you wanted to see him feel good. Toji would’ve been a fool if he hadn’t fallen for you!

There was a time when Toji’d slip up and hold your hand as he chased release, noticing you catch the sight of his palm and integers gripping yours. Thinking you were uncomfortable, he removed his hand from yours, only for you to wrap your legs around his waist and bring him to you for a kiss. It was just a kiss, is what he’d say to justify it. But hearing you mewl under his lips and whisper to his ears was the last straw for him, hammering his dick and spilling his load into you as you two made out passionately.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it; the guy was falling for you hard.

So hard that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It scared him a bit – the thought of you being his made his heart beat at a pace he hadn’t experienced in a long time. You corrupted his senses; he wanted to hear you, kiss you, feel you, smell you, taste you — fuck, did he want to taste you; it was so bad.

But it wasn’t as bad until you hadn’t stopped by for two weeks. You’d text him your apologies, saying that work caught you up and that you couldn’t see him and the kids. And even then, you’d still manage to throw a phone call before sleep, and Toji doesn’t know if that was better or worse. Your voice made his skin crawl, loving how you spoke to him all soft and fatigued yet affectionately. You were too good for him, having him feel guilty for fisting his cock unbeknownst to you.

He couldn’t take it anymore, being away from you. He could barely go through the first week, and the second had him itching to see you. That’s precisely what he did, calling you to let you know he’d come to see you. And once you opened the door to greet him with a warm smile, that last bit of thread in him had finally snapped.

“Nnmmah! Hic…shtooopp licking…! I’ll cum again, I’m gonna—!!”

After pulling you in for a hungry kiss, the man brought himself inside your apartment with you glued to him. Feverish pecks kept your lips on him, squeaking at how smoothly he picked you up and brought you to the living room couch. He’d suck on your neck while removing your bottoms, already stifling him with your fragrance to the point he shudders. 

He’d trail his kisses downwards, nibbling on certain areas that made you gasp for him, sucking on the skin of your inner thigh as his fingers rubbed on your folds covered by damp underwear. You had him on his knees, uncaring about the angle. His thoughts only thinking about the wet chasm he sees after discarding your panties. Nothing holds him back from plunging his face into your wetness and showing no signs of stopping when you’re wailing for him. He’d lick, lap, and suck on you with no remorse, face utterly stuck on your slit until you came for the first time. 

“—Ahhaa, I’m cummin’, Tojiii! OhJesusChrist—Nnnmoo!”

“Mmmph…! Fuck, c’mere, sweetie, lemme take care of you…”

And now, he’s chased you down for another climax, your legs tremble and your figure shakes as Toji’s tongue relentlessly pets around your labia, frantically licking your clit to expel more fluids to seep out your vagina.

And Toji drinks it all, stuffing his face into your inner thighs like breathing is not an issue. You cry and involuntarily try to close your legs as your nerves are at an all-time high, grabbing tuffs of raven hair. But the man doesn’t allow you to shy away, his strong hands keeping you grounded on the couch as he eats you out. They never leave your frame unless it’s to unzip his jeans to let his erection breathe. Your cute howls of pleasure, your delightful fluids painting his tongue and lips, and your intoxicating smell; all have his hard-on twitch painfully, precum staining his boxer briefs. 

He’s so far gone, his scarred lips kissing on your folds to gently juxtapose the tongue he uses to fuck you. You jerk and jolt, sobbing from the fervent mouth making sure every crevice of your cunt goes explored. Your orgasm still isn’t away, everything feels so sensitive that you feel like you could break.

“Tahhh, Toji, nooo,” you wail, trying to push his head from burrowing deeper between your thighs. Yet he shows no cooperation. “I just came, yer doing t’oo muuch…!”

Now, he finally removes his face from you, his chin wet with your essence which he licks from his lips. “Sorry, mama,” his rich emerald eyes lock with yours, they have you freeze under his gaze. “But I’m not done yet.” You shake your head, inching your hips away from his proximity. But he captures your waist and slides you back down. “Don’t,” he pleads, placing your legs on his shoulders. “One more time fr’ me, ‘kay, baby? Let Daddy have ya one more time.”

An excruciatingly slow lick from down your slit to your clitoris has you quiver, sloppy kisses further the mess of saliva and come between your legs, and you can’t control the throbbing sensation that returns to ache your inner walls. He chuckles, “Look at ya winkin’ at me, guess ya want more of me too, huh, sweetie?” He makes your ears ring and hot, throwing your head back when he spits and sucks on your clit harshly.

This time, Toji straightens his back a bit to lift your legs with him, hands securing you close to him on your hips. It was a view you hadn’t mentally prepared for, seeing your weight be supported easily. 

He continues to lap around your labia, taking in all the excess slick to suck on, not leaving any drop go undiscovered. His precision has you roll your eyes to the ceiling, a hand griping on his wrist as he rubs on your clit.

“Ohhhfuuuck,” your words were slurring together, brain too mushy to cooperate and form eligible sentences. The man between your legs makes that hard enough. You don’t even attempt to squirm out because Toji’s lips will latch right back onto you. “Daddyyy, right there…More, pleasee.”

“Good girl,” he praises, rewarding you with swirls circling your clitoris before a suck, and your legs cross around to push him further. “That’s my girl…Mmmm, fuckin’ Christ, taste too good…” His deep voice sends vibrations up your spine, chewing on your lip when his tongue nestles in between your soaked folds again.

He pushes the wet muscle back inside, groaning at the sensation of you clamping onto him and bucking your hips in his direction. Your cries fill the quiet space, his name coming out in rushed prayers was the only thing that occupies his eardrums. Fuck, he missed this so fucking bad, arms wrapping around your waist as he pushes his face deep, his nose bumping to the hoop of your pearl while he ravishes your insides.

The squelches of his tongue and lips are so raunchy and nasty, you feel like filth being used like this. You’ve long given up the control to conceal your moans, and Toji listens to every single one with intent. 

“—Ohhh! Ffsshiiit…!” Oh, no. You can feel it, the next wave climbing up. “Daddy, again! Gonna cum again, I cann’t...!”

“Yes, you can, mama,” he coos, blowing on your slick-covered lips. “Just a lil’ more fr’ me, ‘kay? Just let it out.” His mouth returns to erratically fuck you with his tongue, and his gruff moans are felt on your body. The pressure of your thighs squeezing him makes it better, hitting your delicate clit with gentle jabs that rock you into your third orgasm.

You scream, unleashing yourself as your climax rocks your being. Toji has a good hold on you, softly using the flat of his tongue to lazily lick your cunt, massaging your waist as your hips ride on his face. And it doesn’t help that the older man’s cock is oozing on his briefs, his thighs twitching with his erection wanting to be freed.

With a dangerous last kiss to your sensitive folds, Toji places your legs back onto the couch, wiping your come off his chin to lick his fingers clean before bringing his jeans and briefs.

“Wh..What’s gotten into you,” you ask with furrowed brows and hooded eyes like his, both misty with wanton thirst. “I see you’ve been more pent up than me.” He chortles at your jest, and you happily accept the tip of his cock into your mouth with a blissful hum.

“You have no idea, baby…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[venuslarkspur]

Who’s Gonna Marry The Pink Haired Girls?

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Summary: Squid Game characters with Pink Haired!Fem!Reader <3

Characters: Thanos x Reader, Se-Mi x Reader, Kang Dae-Ho x Reader, Cho Hyun Ju x Reader, Hwang Jun-Ho x Reader.

Warning: typical squid game violence, problematic language, mentions of homophobia and transphobia, slutshaming (none of the characters to reader!), slight angst, drug usage (not the reader),

Thanos (Choi Su-bong)

- You immediately caught his attention, you two stand out the most amongst the other players for your vibrant choice of hair.

- The older players find you slightly intimidating because you don’t fit into their fragile default settings, he don’t gaf though.

- forces everyone else in his group to swear themselves off you.

- Approaches you during the rush to the carousel during mingle, “Oi Señorita!” He says whilst pushing his way through the crowd, he gives you a smug look before speaking again “Join me princess, I’ll protect you.” You visibly cringed at his words, but joined him anyway.

- He does keep his promise, he grabs you and takes you into the room with him. But you’re met with relentless pet names.

- “You good Wifey?” He’d ask while you’re frantically checking the slot hole to check if Se-Mi is okay after he abandoned her on the carousel.

- (YALL KNOW THIS AUDIO) He’s super high once and you check up on him he said “Woah..angels have pink hair..I had no idea.”

- Rambles on about all the places he’s gonna take you to when you get out of here, has to persuade you to vote “O” first; regardless of your choice he would still hit on you non stop.

- You eventually give in to yourself and flirt back, your heart racing a bit; having no idea what would become of you both a few hours later.

Se-Mi (very delulu on this one, SHE’S ALIVE)

I say as they drag me away to the mental asylum.

- You’re immediately drawn to one another because you both stand out amidst the crowd. Thanos initially flirts with both of you; and you bond over it making the same eye rolling motion every time he flirts with one of the two of you.

- You two bond instantly, which starts your trio with yourself, Min-su and her. Nam-gyu finds it nauseating, Thanos just feels left out but leaves you two to it.

- You know that trend on Tik Tok where it’s like “Our friend group with all girls and 1 boy” yeah that’s you two and Min-su.

- When you sneak off to the bathroom to get away from the boys, she follows you. Checks up on you and then nervously shoots her shot, she leans in and gives you a long kiss which you reciprocated, whilst you hold her face. She tells you to stick with her next game. The threat of death really causes people to come closer in such short time.

- When the number 4 is called in Mingle, you watch as Min-su betrays her; however you shove past him and you immediately grab her hand and start searching for a new group, ignoring Thanos calling out to you saying “Hey Señorita! get back here!”

- You run in front of her, hand in hand, frantically searching for a group. Time seems to slow down until you’re grabbed into a room by Players 388 and 390. All you can do is desperately hug and cling to each other whilst thanking the two others who grabbed you again and again.

- You both vote to leave after that, your former teammate Nam-gyu comes at her with a fork, you don’t hesitate to defend her, you’re able to grab a nearby piece of glass that Min-su had thrown and swiftly stab him from behind, guilt immediately consumes you when seeing how he sunk to the floor; but your newly girlfriend’s life was on the line! so you let him sink to his knees and bleed out, as he sweared unspeakable words at you both.

- You’re glued to her side as the rebellion starts, never wanting to let go; only hoping for the best.

Kang Dae-Ho (featuring wing-man Jung Bae)

- Takes notice of you but pretends he hasn’t. It’s not just your breathtaking hair, but your incredible confidence.

- You stick out from the crowd and all the old dickheads in the game make degenerate or gross assumptions about you because of your hair colour and style.

- But it’s your calm and neutral tone which catches him by surprise as player 100 made assumptions about you; which of course fell into the “slut” category, you however just replied with a nonchalant “you know nothing about me.” With the emphasis on ‘nothing’, you walked away from the old bastard, who couldn’t be more than wrong about you.

- But the old prick walks after you shouting at you to ‘look at him when he’s talking to you.’ Dae-Ho, who can sense your social battery dying as you stare back at the man with annoyance, steps between the two of you, before things got nasty. “Don’t speak to a lady that way.” He says and you grin in amusement, hiding the smirk on your face, enjoying this slightly but also somewhat worried for him. Your worry eases when player 001 steps between the two and defuses the situation, you look back to the strange man and mouth a ‘thank you’ to player 388.

- You noticed him and a friend of his struggling to find a 3rd player in Mingle, so you drag him and player 390 into a room with you last minute, he decides wants to thank you on the way down from the stairs, but he has to hide the fact he’s attracted to you as to not scare you. And the obvious fact that this is your first actual interaction.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Thanks back there..” he says whilst gesturing to player 390 behind him.

“It’s no trouble.” You smile back.

Silence dawns on you both, but you keep on walking.

“Uh.. so I’ve noticed you around-“

“I know.” You replied knowingly, your tone teasing and flirty.

- Jung Bae watches this interaction knowingly, whilst Dae-Ho slaps himself in the face as you prance away, ‘if you didn’t like me before, you definitely don’t now’ he thinks to himself.

- Wonders how he can be so dumb until he sees his chance to redeem himself when the circle guards start handing out dinner. He pulls you aside and tells you what player 456 told him, there might be riots in the night, and you should stick by him. You smirked out of pure entertainment.

- “You gonna keep me safe?” You teased. You giggled but saw the disappointment on his face. Is he crushing on you? “Sorry..,thank you handsome! I’ll be there.” You replied and walked back to your bunk.

- A riot does in fact break out, after you voted “X”, so you curl under one of the bunks with him when the screams start. You two (not so) unexpectedly joined hands tightly, for each others benefit and your own as well.

- A brutal series of death matches probably isn’t the best place to find yourself a boyfriend, but you can’t help but wanna kiss him good luck when he goes off with the rest of the group to rebel, so you do, smashing your lips against his before he leaves. Wishing he wouldn’t go.

Cho Hyun-Ju

- You team up with her and another girl when “6 players” is announced on the 2nd game, she sees you immediately, you’re a bit had to miss as your vibrant hair sticks out. You’re immensely drawn to her strong sense of leadership and ambition; just what you loved in women!

- You make flirty remarks at her, she blushes and unknowing of how to react and just says a short “Thank you.” The sweet old woman in your group is pleasantly confused, “Two girls in love?”, she asks questions like that, until her son remarks to her about how “People can love who they want now ma!” And she lets out a confused but supportive “ah.” She means well, she has so many questions on why you ‘did that to your hair?’ But you she’s just being curious, so you answer all her questions.

- is hesitant to try anything romantic with you, she knows you’d face a lot of challenges in the outside world, with her being transgender and you both being a sapphic couple. But how can she plant these seeds of doubt within herself when you’re so sure and persistent.

- She can’t ignore how her heart flutters when you flirt with her, reminding her how perfect she is.

- You’re practically glued together during the start of the rebellion after having lost Young-Mi, you gush at her when she explains how to use the gun to the fellow players.

- You follow after her, ready to step up and go with her to fight. But she pulls you aside back to 007 and 149 and tells you to stay behind, you’re worried and annoyed but she tells you something which changes how you’re feeling. “You’re the last person I want to lose now.” She declared as she placed her hands on your shoulders. “When all this is over, I’ll buy you dinner.” You remarked whilst twirling your hair and she played a sad and also such a happy smile at you, “I’d like that.”

Hwang Jun-Ho

- Let’s say you’re already dating, he notices people glance at you because of your alternative style; but it doesn’t matter that much to him, you’ve been through heaven and hell with him so he doesn’t care how you choose to express yourself.

- You supported him during his quest of finding his brother, but noting happens to explain why he came back barely alive with a bullet lodged in his shoulder. You’re rightfully pissed off, of course you are.

- His mother adores you, she was unsure of you at first; your hair colour is unique, in a good way. You make her son happy so at the end of the day she doesn’t care.

- All the other police at the station recognise you immediately upon entrance, since you like picking him up after work or to get lunch, the fellow officers and receptionist referred to you as his wife; since you’re wearing a promise ring he’d bought you, they don’t know you haven’t tied the knot yet, but you don’t really mind.

- His mother does a lot of asking of when you’re gonna give her grandchildren, you avert your eyes and almost spat out your water the first time you got asked this question.

- He tells you he’s going on another search for the island, this time with help. You’re rightfully annoyed, last time he got shot?! So you make him swear that this will be the last time, and when he comes back you must try and be a normal family, and never speak of this again. He agrees (not that it took much convincing, he’s been waiting to wife you up tbh.)

- So now here you are waiting for his return, anxiously playing with your fingers.

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I love this series so much <3

[chuluoyi]

✎ rivals... in love?

- gojo satoru x reader

gojo is in shambles—so suguru might have a crush on you too?

genre: high school!gojo being a menace but pls spare him he just can't take losing, you see... crack, totally jealous!gojo, justice for geto, enemies to lovers, fluff

note: people have been asking for this so this is up next! i'm writing this while listening to bigbang's bang bang bang and fantastic baby so if gojo is a bit unhinged... you know why

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

No way. There is just no way.

Satoru felt his eyes itch and twitch uncomfortably. Despite the opaque black tint of his sunglasses, he could still distinctly see you happily giggling.

“Geto-san, that’s so funny!”

With Suguru. His ride or die. Your massive crush.

Your crisp laughter rang in his ears, scorching his ego and igniting it in flames—that was precisely the reaction he had hoped to receive from you too!

"Aren't they just cute?" Yaga was suddenly beside him with a wistful smile, looking at you and his other student a few feet away. "What do the television say again... a perfect match? In this case, a perfect match made in jujutsu school, then."

And responding to your bubbly self, creating the very picture of perfect match made in jujutsu school indeed, Suguru was every bit as enthusiastic. “Nah, wait until you see this—”

"Perfect match my ass," Satoru grumbled outwardly, rolling his eyes, but he immediately dashed away before his teacher could bonk him in the head for cussing.

It was harmless conversation, or jokes, or whatever. Because Suguru couldn't possibly reciprocate your feelings. His type is women of gravure magazines—Satoru had deemed it as such.

…Right?

At this point, he wasn't in enough denial to say that he didn't like you, because he had made it so clear that he was, in fact, obsessed. He wasn’t shying away from the things he did, which included annoying you constantly, asking you out after school, helping you in missions, and sending you few pick up lines here and there.

And he thought he was certain he could whisk you off your feet. After all, who else could measure up to him and win?

Heh, no one.

(or basically that's just him ignoring the intrusive little voice in his mind that whispered, “Suguru!”)

“So what's with the nice act, huh?” Satoru blew his bangs in a huff as he questioned his best friend with a twinge of dissatisfaction. “Do you like her or something?”

Suguru quirked his eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb. I have noticed how you two have been joined at the hip lately,” and with deliberate intention to spite his best friend, he made the sourest face as he mockingly recited, “Wait till you see this~”

Instantly realizing what he meant, Suguru burst into a loud snicker. “Come on, Satoru, really? Surely you aren't that petty. We were just chatting—”

“Not that. I know. What I'm asking now is that do you like her or not?”

It wasn't a rare sight to see Satoru with a pout and a frown, and usually he'd humor him. But this time, even Suguru could see that there was something different in the way he asked this. And should he say something that irked him then—

“Heh, so what if I am?”

That's the wrong answer.

Satoru halted abruptly, whipping his head around in sheer shock. "What the heck?"

“She’s a nice junior, kind, easy on the eyes,” Suguru shrugged, flashing him a dauntless smile. “Only a fool would let the chance pass up. Satoru, if you keep dawdling, one of these days, I just might—”

“Wha—hey!? That’s totally foul—!”

“Nah, they do say all is fair in love and war now, isn’t it?”

By a mind-boggling twist of events, apparently his best friend was also a guy after his dream girl. Satoru was irked, challenged, and he would never admit it, but a tiny part of him recoiled because Suguru clearly had an early start and a boost—you favored him first.

This was unexpected, and now he was conjuring up various scenarios of what he should do. He must act fast or else...

Little did he know that Suguru was thoroughly relishing his restlessness.

Everyone around you said that your relationship with Gojo Satoru... is intriguing to say the least. And especially ever since that one botched mission you two went, you also felt there was a shift in your dynamics.

And if by intriguing they mean him constantly blocking your way and invading your space, then yes, it definitely is.

"Okay, okay, but wait, just hear me out!"

You halted your steps and faced him with an annoyed frown. You really had no time for this. You were about to be sent on a mission. "Gojo, really, can't you just—"

"Okay, I know he's dashing, or whatever," he huffed, the last word he said with a hint of disdain. "But hear me out, and I'm sure you'll reconsider."

"Who are you talki—"

"Who else!? Suguru, of course!"

You couldn't possibly arch your eyebrow even higher, and before you could say anything, he somehow took it as his cue to keep going.

“First, he eats curses. Cursed spirits! He eats them like rice balls! Can you imagine just how foul the taste is?”

"Gojo, I don't have the time—"

"Then! Going from that, just imagine kissing him," he stressed, eyeing you intensely as your own eyes felt like popping out by the sheer suggestion. "What if you taste the cursed spirits rice ball?"

"You're unbeliev—"

"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"

"He's your best friend!" you finally interjected, obviously and utterly in shock by his unhinged rambling. "How could you say all of that?"

"No, you're getting me wrong." Satoru's clicked his tongue. "I'm just listing facts why it's better for you not to end up with him."

You barked a dry laugh. "And? Better with you, you mean? That's awfully biased."

"Why yes of course! Self-promo is never bad," he blatantly retorted. "Let me just tell you aallll you need to know about me!"

He audibly cracked his knuckles and puffed out his chest. "You know already, I'm strong. I can protect you well. My cursed technique doesn't involve eating curses, so you don't have to worry about tasting the said curses on my lips."

How could he blurt all of this with that perpetually playful expression? A chuckle escaped you unwittingly and that only spurred him to go on.

"And I'm handsome!" he boldly claimed, pointing at his face with pride. "And obviously I don't need to say this, but I'm filthy rich—"

At that, you burst into hearty laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

Satoru's eyes sparkled, lit as if someone had just made his day. "All in all, you know what I mean. Everything with me, all of it is going to be fantastic!"

Even you couldn't deny that all of this exchange had been so amusing. Hilariously so. "You're down bad, huh?" you tried to taunt, although it seemed like a burst of snicker. Yet, you were caught off-guard when he said:

"For you?" his little smirk made your insides suddenly all jumbled up. "Yes."

Huh? What is this? Your bravado faltered a bit as your heart did a somersault inside.

It wasn't supposed to thump this hard. You weren't supposed to feel this overwhelming urge to squeal too. And your face wasn't supposed to grow this hot...

Seeing that, Satoru celebrated his little win, a wicked smile on his glistening lips—that somehow looked rather attractive to you now. "How? Thinking twice now, are we?"

But he couldn't believe that after all this, you would still cunningly retort with, "Ha! You wish, Gojo Satoru."

His stunned face was so comical that you chuckled once again. You wanted to rebuff him more, but before you could, Haibara's voice called you from a distance. "Heeey! Let's go! Or we're gonna be late!"

"I suppose that's my cue," you lightly shrugged, and before you left him in a dust, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of brewing tantrum behind those glasses, which brought a smirk on your face. "See ya, try harder, and I might look at your way."

Satoru was at his wit's end as he saw you sauntering away. What more that he could do so that you could be his? To keep your eyes on him and him only?

And yet, little did he know, in that beginning of summer in 2006, even before you realized it yourself, you had already did.

Epilogue

In another corner of the school, eagerly spying on you were...

"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"

"Did he just..." Suguru gaped, utterly in disbelief at what his own best friend said of him. "Did he just say that?"

Shoko let out a satisfied guffaw. "Oh, he definitely did."

"I can't believe he's tarnishing my name over a girl."

"Well, you know very well he could do way worse than that just to get what he wants," she threw him a thin smile, while exhaling a puff of smoke. "And hey, you lose. You gotta pay me."

Suguru turned to her in surprise. "Huh? Oh—oh, darn it. Shoko, can't you be less stingy?"

"Well, whose bright idea was it to pull that stunt on him and bet on whether Gojo would approach her in less than a day?"

-> continue to extended cut !

[vincinnamontoast]

⠂☆ Vi SFW & NSFW HCs

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ tws/content warnings: nsfw towards the end :) not rlly proofread, a bit more modern au, lowercase intended

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ a/n: I’m still working on the story I wanted to post today but I wanted to put something out. so here are a little bit of my vi head cannons! this is lightly proofread with no organization tbh :>

☆ SFW/NSFW MIX

˚. starting off very in it, she worships you and the very soil you walk on. she will quite literally do whatever you say with no questions asked, but of course you don’t take advantage of that

˚. she does in fact snore. nothing crazy heavy and loud. just a light snore with some heavy breathing.

˚. she isn’t the best at regulating her emotions. she is very shamelessly vulnerable with her partner, and she loves being safe enough to feel small sometimes.

˚. she is a very light sleeper. any sense of movement and her eyes slightly open to ensure you’re fine. If so, she goes right back to sleep like nothing. will not move at all, and honestly it concerns you. she has to be sleeping on or near you. if you move away from her, she goes right back.

˚. baby needs so much love. she is a sucker for being babied. wash her hair in the shower, make her little snacks, smushing her cheeks and kissing her nose, tucking her in, and kissing her forehead. call her baby and she’s done for. she will never admit, but you can see it in the way her cheeks turn a warm peachy pink when you baby her. she loves reciprocation, so you can bet you’ll get the same exact love and treatment back

˚. she gets pretty frequent nightmares. she’ll panic inside until she realizes you are asleep next to her, then she’s rolled up into you

˚. loves being both big and little spoon

˚. Is in love with you and everything you do. she will sit and listen to you talk for hours about anything. while you talk, she admires you. the way you move, your voice, how every syllable slips from your lips like honey. she feels so woozy and intoxicated when she is with you. you wipe her off her toes by simply breathing in her direction

˚. she listens so well. you stare at a new game or a nice jacket for too long and you’ll have it by the end of the week. mention how you’ve been craving anything and she’ll have it cooked for you and fresh or ready for take out

˚. she is actually very smart (makes me sad some people call her stupid). she enjoys learning new things but she does get a bit impatient. although it does seem like she jumps into her fights head first, she has strategy and technique.

˚. she is pretty tech savvy. Jinx and Ekko taught her a lot of what she knows. (I do hc that jinx is very tech savvy and into computer software :p).

˚. she always tells you that she loves you. she just wants you to stay aware of how much you mean to her. when you’re both off at work, she ends up always missing you tremendously. she wakes up dreading the moment you both seperate in the morning. you can definitely expect her to blow up your phone with cute messages and comments about her day when she can.

˚. I indeed hc that she has a staring problem. she’s just intrigued easily by little things. she analyzes and is never sure when to look away. she stares at you. A LOT. she admires every single thing about you. every quality, every imperfection, all of it.

˚. very observant and attentive

˚. terrible road rage. she definitely puts up that middle finger and spits profanities

˚. so headstrong and can be very stubborn

˚. follows you everywhereeee. she can’t help it, she loves you so much and just wants you to be right there. she decides stops to following you one day, because she feels as if she’s being annoying. you both were watching movies. kissing her cheek, you stood up. she flexed for a moment, forgetting her plan. halfway down the hall, you noticed you couldn’t feel her right on your tail. when she wasn’t there, you walked back to the living room. she was sitting on the couch with her head down, like a sad puppy. “come here, baby”, was all you said before she jumped up, running to follow you. In truth, you loved it (she’s so puppy coded)

˚. she does talk with her mouth open out of habit. she does it in public when she has to say something.

˚. I believe that she isn’t picky BUT she does like to critique food. she is a food critic and will be honest with you. she is not the greatest cook but she loves to learn and try. she hasn’t dissatisfied you with a dish yet :p

˚. very protective but she knows you can protect yourself. that doesn’t matter though, it won’t change the fact that she is a protector

˚. she is always there for you always, will straight up leave work or anything to be with you if you’re having a bad day

˚. she isn’t the best with wording how she feels but she shows everything through her actions

˚. will defend you in anything, even if you are wrong. she is the defend you in public, correct you in private type

˚. she is an over thinker and does need reassurance sometimes. she is afraid to lose you in any way, but struggles to reassure herself that you aren’t going anywhere.

˚. she actually begs you to get the vi tat on your hip. when you do, she’ll get something that resembles you or your initials on hers

˚. she is so funny actually. she will have you falling over laughing with a shit eating grin on her face. when you both laugh together * chefs kiss *. her laugh is so cute. she does cackle and react with her body when she’s really into it. does in fact think brain rot shit like rizz and skibidi is funny

˚. very very helpful. she can also build shit. bob the builder lesbian fr. truly such a sweetheart and will do anything to help around the apartment you share

˚. she loves video games, choice horror and lore games are her favorite

˚. she is a bit messy, will leave her clothes on the floor and forgets to put her dishes in the sink. she just forgets to clean up after herself sometimes (as we all do honestly)

˚. tends to eat fast because she never knew when she’d eat growing up. It’s just one of her many habits in adulthood. she always makes sure that you have food to eat before she does. just like she did for all of her siblings growing up. she is a nurturer at heart

˚. physical touch is a HUGE love language for her. She loves skin to skin. Quality time is also one of her biggest. has got to be near you or at least have you in her eyesight, but she can respect your personal space.

˚. get jealous easily but she isn’t toxic about it. she’s used to everything being taken from her

˚. has a very gentle touch despite being how strong she is

˚. she can sing. she plays with your hair and sings softly n your neck when you’re sleepy

˚. huge softie. she tends to portray herself as tough, (and of course she is) but she is truly a teddy bear at heart.

˚. best person ever to chill out with. days where you’re both off work, lazy, and watching horror movies, eating, and playing games all day >>>> she’s down for anything honestly. she makes everything so fun and she is such a light to be around. she has her moments as we all do but you’re her partner and you’re there when she needs you

˚. she can be very annoying (i love ittt). can be pretty loud and constantly makes stupid jokes at the worst times.

˚. type who teases the fuck out of you constantly but when you tease her back, she gets so flustered. you both get huge boosts of confidence with each other and will flirt back and forth. It always ends with your eyes in the back of your head and her face between your legs.

˚. you worship her tattoos and kiss her along them all the time. breathing and kissing her neck while dragging your fingertips down the big one on her back. kiss her down it grrrrrr. makes her weak

˚. eats you out like a mad mann. depends on how eager she is but she usually has a method. she puts work into it every time, pleasure for you is pleasure for her. the way she holds you during it, you’re so important to her. your comfort is everything. she’s either the crazy in it type or the brutally slow but you can feel every single swipe and curl of her tongue type. rub her undercut and play with her hair >>>>>> she definitely moans when she’s eating you out

˚. she’s got so much energy and stamina. will have you bent and taking it every which way for hoursss

˚. Is such a good kisser. she is the ‘eat you whole’ type kisser. wants every part of your body on hers when you’re kissing. her hands stay up and down your body. will grab you by the back of your hair, hold your face gently, and guide your mouth into hers. soul connection type makeouts 24/7. always stops to look at you as you’re both panting, admiring each other

˚. grabs your face and makes you look at her when she fingers you. and she’s so good with it too. it’s so hard to maintain eye contact with her, because she makes you nervous. feeling your vision fade in and out because of how good it feels. “look at me” makes you feel things you thought you’d never

˚. she has nipple piercings (canonnnnnnnnn)

˚. she is a moaner and pretty vocal, they’re so soft and smooth coming from her heart shaped lips.

˚. she dirty talks so bad. she’ll have you feeling disgustinnggg afterwards

˚. her body is so warm and soft honestly, those bandages save her from a lot of the scruff she’d get.

˚. seeing her soft pink hair laid everywhere on the bed as you lay between her legs. her pussy melts in your mouth like honey butter and the sounds she makes>>>>

˚. a switch. lovesss to have you between her legs. to keep it quick, everything is messy, and nothing is ever boring with her

˚. she is a very loving and supportive partner

a/n: hope you liked! <3

[sleepymarimo]

𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣!

summary: the first time you make their heart skip a beat, w/ monster trio + law! pairing(s): luffy x gn!reader, zoro x gn!reader, sanji x gn!reader, law x gn!reader cw: none! an: ahhhh idk how to feel about this one but i hope you enjoy :') 👐

luffy

there are a lot of things that get luffy's heart racing.

a good meal. a cool looking fish. a killer party. all of it makes this captain happy, because he revels in the adventure. he lives for the moment. he feels deeply and strongly, a trait that acts as a double edged sword.

like now, as a torrent of anger and worry swirl in his chest and weigh him down. he's running through some dense woods, bursting through trees and falling down hills, a look of determination on his face.

an enemy had managed to sneak up on the crew.

what's worse? they ran off. with you.

luffy doesn't think twice. he pushes through anything in his way for the sake of finding you before things got too rough. as he runs, he finds the enemy's actions cowardly. someone using you to draw him out makes him irritate. he doesn't care if he's falling into some trap; he'd deal with whatever was put in front of him so long as he could rescue you.

he's worried for your well being, of course he is. even though he can't see you, he can feel you. his observation haki lets him know how frightened you are, a fact that makes him all the more angry.

then finally, in the distance, he catches sight of you.

you're in a clearing, the enemy looming over you. they're raising a weapon in your direction, much too close.

luffy feels his blood boil. he grabs ahold of some trees, running backwards and preparing to launch himself in your direction as fast as he can. his rubber arms grow taut as he stretches, his mind set on rescuing you.

an annoyed huff leaves him when he hears the enemy taunting you, threatening your life and mocking your ambitions. it has luffy's anger rising, because there was no way he'd let your dreams get made fun of. by anyone.

his thoughts become hazy, his strong feelings taking hold of his actions.

then, luffy hears it. it's like a melody, absolute music to his ears.

your laugh.

ba-dum! ba-dum!

his head clears.

he can feel a big smile curling at his lips. his grin is all teeth, his eyes shining with equal parts pride and mischief. it's like a fire has been lit in his soul, like he's a toy that's just been wound up to the max.

even in your current predicament, even when you're utterly terrified, you have faith in yourself. in him.

if you can laugh, then so can he.

finally, he yells out his signature move, launching himself at the enemy and landing a punch so hard that it makes the air itself tremble.

"luffy!" you call with some tears prickling in your eyes, your limbs still shaky from the adrenaline. your smile falters at the edges, relief flooding your body. "you made it!"

your captain comes to life upon seeing your smile up close, his heart beating like a drum. his rubber arms wrap around you and he squeezes you to his chest, his laughter ringing in your ears.

"of course i did!" he grins, grabbing you by the hand and urging you to run with him to the ship. his grip on you is tight and secure. glancing back at you, he can't help but feel grateful to have you with him on this journey.

he snickers, letting emotion run through him without restriction. "you made my heart feel funny!"

zoro

after another victory, the straw hat pirates found themselves reveling in drinks, food and company.

for a while, the swordsman finds himself amidst the other heavy drinkers. he grins and knocks back bottle after bottle, content with listening to the animated conversations around him and observing the party.

eventually though, he craves some solitude. and so, he heads off towards a less occupied area where he can drink in peace.

he basks in isolation, until you manage to find your way to him. a big grin is on your face and he can't help but reciprocate with a small smirk when he notices your inebriated state. unceremoniously, you plop down next to him at a respectable distance.

“hey zo', gimme some!” you nod towards the large bottle he holds, completely immersed in the light, upbeat atmosphere. one of your hands even reaches out, making a sort of grabbing motion.

he possessively tightens his grip on the bottle, his expression hardening slightly as his brows furrowed. "hah? this is mine, go grab your own bottle."

"i don't wanna full drink, jus' need a little more and i'll be good." you answer, well aware of your limits. your tone becomes pleading as you look up at him with puppy dog eyes. "one sip. please?"

with a groan, he relents. he grumbles something about you being lucky that he's in such a good mood, before extending the bottle in your direction.

yet, it appears that you have some more tricks up your sleeve.

instead of grabbing the bottle, you simply tilt your head back and let your mouth hang open. you make an 'ah' sound, waiting for him to bestow you with the gift of alcohol.

he's a little taken aback at first. seriously? you wanted him to pour it for you? ugh, fine...

he rolls his eye and uses his free hand to firmly hold your jaw steady and open, bringing the bottle up and pouring the sake into your mouth.

your hand rests on his, your fingers absentmindedly tracing over his knuckles.

it's all fine at first, until his eyes lock with yours. in that moment, he seems to acknowledge the intimacy of the act, something primal stirring in his gut as he looked down at you. his cheeks redden.

ba-dum! ba-dum!

his muscles tense and he goes almost still. he gets so distracted that his hand moves upwards, effectively drowning your face with sake. your head snaps back into its natural position and you start to cough, the alcohol burning your nostrils.

you give the swordsman an incredulous look, wiping the excess sake from your face. “what the hell was that for?”

“you’re the one that moved!” he sharply replies, even though he knows damn well that you were sitting good and still for him.

focusing inward, he seems pleased to feel that his heart is once again thumping steadily. unwavering. what an odd feeling it was, to have his strong heart skip a beat.

i'll deal with that later. he thinks, not at all wanting to open that can of worms.

so, he takes another swig from the bottle and uses one of his large hands to pat you on the back as you continued to cough up sake.

“oi, don’t waste good booze.”

sanji

the cook wasn't used to being spoiled. he's always been a giver, someone who provides and never takes.

he basked in the smiles that formed on the faces of his crew mates, his family, whenever he made them a good meal or protected them. he never asks for anything in return. however, that doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t be shown appreciation every now and then.

currently, he's on night watch.

a thick blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, the cold wind nipping at his cheeks and painting them a reddish color. a cigarette hangs from his lips, his breaths coming out as white puffs against the dark sky.

out of the corner of his eye, he can see light pouring out from the kitchen window. how long has that been on? his brows furrow in suspicion as he makes his way over, half-expecting to see luffy attempting to crack open the pantry.

yet when he opens the door, his posture immediately relaxes and he practically melts as he sees you. you're in your pajamas, hunched over the stove with a focused expression. he takes note of the cookbook laid out on the counter, guiding you as you prepared a dish.

he calls your name, his limbs turning to mush as he approached you. "what are you doing here so late? if you're hungry, i'll make you some-"

his nose twitches as he catches the scent of what you're making.

he knows it well because it happens to be one of his favorite dishes. coincidentally, it was one of your least favorites, the scent of it rather unbearable to you.

"you're... you're making..." his cigarette threatens to tumble out of his lips as he gives you a bewildered expression.

he can see your nose briefly scrunch up before you give him a smile, one of your hands holding a wooden spoon and mixing up ingredients on a pan. "yeah. i hope i'm making it right. i mean, it won't be as good as yours anyway, but still."

"mon amour, you shouldn't. i know how much you can't stand the smell of it." he tries to usher you away, placing a hand on yours and insisting that he didn't want you to be queasy. "why're you making this, mon amour? did someone ask you to?"

you shrug and keep a firm hold on the wooden spoon, replying like the answer was obvious. "because i thought it'd make you happy."

ba-dum! ba-dum!

his cigarette does fall to the floor. the hand that's over yours tightens, perhaps his way of grounding himself. he's speechless for a moment, something shaking him down to his very center.

he could almost cry.

"sanji?" you ask, a little concerned for the chef as his eyes seemed to glaze over.

the blond snaps out of it, giving you a smile that's so warm it makes you wonder if the sun had just come up. there's none of that surface level attraction or lust in his gaze, only an authentic appreciation.

thank you. he thinks, feeling light. thank you for caring.

his eyes close as he once again takes in the scent of the dish you're preparing. "it smells great, mon amour. better than anything i've ever made, i’m sure of it."

"i doubt that." you laugh, downplaying his compliment. with a nod, you resume cooking. "it'll be finished by the time you're done with your watch. i can handle it."

sanji thanks you once more, his heart feeling full. returning to his post, he allows you to do something kind for him. he allows himself to take, without worrying about having to repay you.

he quells any lingering thoughts of insecurity and self-doubt, focusing instead on the meal that's sure to be waiting for him in the morning.

law

it was a couple weeks ago that law made the decision to educate the crew a bit more on medical practices.

the surgeon knew that he couldn’t always be around to provide assistance to the crew, so it was only logical that he trained everyone in basic first aid, including you. day after day, he trained everyone, one at a time.

was it a lot? yes. however, law liked to be prepared and felt comfort in being thorough with his teachings, regardless of how tedious it was.

so, finally it was your day to be trained under his watchful eye.

you could tell how passionate he was about his work, how knowledgeable. if you had any questions or wanted to know more about a topic, he took the time to explain it to you properly.

he was quite patient, something you were thankful for since you knew he could sometimes grow frustrated.

when it's all said and done, he quizzes you. he sits atop the exam table, his expression apathetic.

"i'm a patient suffering from shortness of breath, chest pain and dizziness." he flatly says, watching your every move. "what comes to mind? what do you check first?"

you bite at your lip, your head scrambling to come up with any ideas of what your 'patient' could be suffering from. "arrhythmia?" you answer, uncertain. he gives you a pressing look, urging you to continue. "and i... check your heartbeat?"

"good." with a nod of his head, he gestures towards the stethoscope. "go ahead, then. check it and let's see if you get the reading right."

pushing past your initial hesitance, you grab the stethoscope and put it on, gently holding the bell in your hand. placing it on his clothed chest, your expression turns frustrated as you struggle to hear a beat.

he rolls his eyes and calls your name lightly. "you can't place it over fabric. it needs to go directly on the skin."

oh yeah, you needed to place it directly on his chest.

you click your tongue, embarrassed by your slight error. "yeah, yeah, i got it."

with that, your hand slips under the hem of his shirt.

however, instead of holding up his shirt and and placing the stethoscope directly over his heart, your hand slides upward from his abdomen and all the way to his chest.

your fingers inadvertently graze along his skin, tracing a warm path from his navel to his heart.

you're too focused on your task to notice his widening eyes and how his breath hitches.

a content smile forms on your face when you catch the sound of his heartbeat.

ba-dum! ba-dum!

you look up at him, slightly concerned. “i think there's something weird-"

"you're hearing things." he's quick to say, placing a hand over yours and promptly removing it from his person. standing from the exam table, he adjusts his shirt and takes a step back to put some much needed distance between the two of you. "good job today, you did well."

he turns in the opposite direction, not wanting to let his cracked composure show. steeling himself, he takes a deep breath and shakes off any residual feelings of unease.

it was just a fluke. he's quick to think, wanting to be rational.

in the end, he looks over his shoulder and gives you a nod before heading to his study.