#i saw a man so beautiful i started crying

[jkvjimin]

(220/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡

[missmarshmallowfluff]

[zorosangell]

HII! I have zero clue if your requests are open if they're not ignore this ask. but let's pretend it's totally summer time and it's vacation to a 5 star resort time ok? ok!!!!! i just had this random thought of the strawhats going to an extremely luxurious resort w/ a shit ton of pools and the reader ending up losing their top of their bikini while hanging out in a shallow pool with her girl bffs n having to call for bf zoro to be her savior.. sorry. i miss zoro he needs to be disturbed with every miss inconvenience ever

⛥ﾟ・。 hibiscus

synopsis: after a wardrobe malfunction at the pool, you're left soaked and topless... luckily, you have a hot boyfriend to come to your rescue.

cw: fluffy fluff, comfort, zoro is a bit emotionally constipated, reader's better than me, girl talk, the bikini top isn't specified so imagine whatever you want.

a/n: look at my man's abs <3 oml

"No way!" you gasped, eyes wide as they flicked over each boy, completely taken aback by the similar look of them.

The little girl—who you learned to be Pasha—nodded, letting out another sigh as she grabbed another wildflower from her stockpile, tucking it into your hair.

"You have so many brothers! How big is your family?"

"Really big," her twin sister, Iza, answered, tying off another small braid she'd made. "There's twelve of us all together."

"Twelve?!"

Just the thought made you lightheaded, your mind somehow unable to comprehend one woman doing all that.

'Big Mom oughta watch out...'

"Wait 'til you learn most of us are twins..." Mila—another sister—chuckled, tossing some grapes into her mouth.

"Twins?!" you asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"Don't scare her off, Mila! It's not that bad," Pasha assured, carefully placing another peony in another section.

After getting cornered by the Navy, and nearly capsizing while trying to escape, Nami decided the crew was well overdue for some rest and relaxation.

Luckily, the executives at nearby Elysia Resort were more than eager to welcome you into their facilities—on the consensus that nothing would be stolen and no fights would be started.

So, while the others fooled around on the beach, or did some daytime reading, or made their fifteenth pass at the buffet, you hung out at the resort's impossibly large, impossibly luxurious pool.

Where you seemed to have attracted the local population of tween girls.

"Wait, but I thought pirates with braids were cliché?" you asked, confused, as you skimmed through the magazines some of the new girls brought over.

"Cli-what?" Maya cocked her head to the side, scrunching her nose as she adjusted her floaties.

"Old news," Leona clarified before turning to you, pulling a few of the braids Iza had finished toward your cheekbones. "And they're making a comeback. Like feather earrings."

"Please," Pasha scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Feather earrings are not making a comeback."

"Tell that to Kaizoku Style," Iza grinned, holding up a magazine that read LOOTING CHIC in bold letters right above a head-shot of a woman wearing feather earrings.

"They don't look too bad," you nodded, gliding your feet through the crystal blue water of the shallow end.

"See," Leona smirked, crossing her arms in triumph. "If they're not the new thing, then what is?"

"Bangles," Pasha answered, matter-of-factly.

"They've been in fashion!"

"You were the one that stole them out of momma's jewelry box, weren't you?" Mila teased.

"I did not!"

"There," Iza smiled, tying off the very last braid before giving your shoulder a soft pat. "All done."

Carefully, you leaned forward, taking a peek at your reflection through the clear water and smiling brightly at what you saw.

Your hair was adorned with all different flavors of bloom, the vibrant colors only enhancing your natural beauty.

And the braids added depth to your curls, giving it a majestic and earth-woven look.

"Oh, girls, I—"

"DOG PILE!" a random boy exclaimed, an army of them seeming to follow as they all let out a unanimous battle cry, quite literally canon-balling right on top of you.

A chorus of screaming young girls echoed throughout the pool as boys of varying ages rained from the sky—one in particular jumping on top of your head and shoving you underwater.

"NO, WAIT MY—!"

Shhrip!

Your eye twitched, and underwater you let out a sigh of frustration as your hands snapped up to cover your chest.

'You've gotta be kidding me...'

Once the assault was over, you stood from the pool floor, glancing at the ripped bikini top floating on the chlorinated surface as you turned to the girls—most of which too busy chasing down their brothers for ruining their hair.

"You all okay?" you asked, suddenly incredibly tired.

"We're fine," Pasha sighed, shaking the water out her ear. "They always do stuff like this."

"All right, then. I'm gonna go find something to cover... this..."

Turning around, you stepped out the pool and started the trek back to the cabana, moving at a brisk pace as you kept your hands firmly pressed against your bare chest.

Even though you loved children, you had to admit that you were less than pleased to see a bunch of teens had broken your top.

And even less so that they had failed to apologize.

But, if the boyish cries of "Uncle! Uncle!" from the far end of the pool were anything to go off of, then you were sure the girls had fought to avenge and defend your honor.

Sensing someone's presence, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, only to see your swordsman standing right before you.

His eye dragged over your body, almost analytically, gauging your situation and gathering his response.

"The kids broke your top, didn't they?" Zoro asked, his hand sliding down into his pocket.

"How'd you guess?" you sighed, slightly hanging your head, now thoroughly regretting you didn't wear a one piece.

"Was doin' some strength workouts on the beach when I heard a bunch of kids screamin'. Remembered you were hangin' out over here and decided to check it out to make sure you were all right."

"Well—"

But before you could even say anything, he tugged his haramaki over your head, carefully securing it over your chest before scooping you up in his arms.

"Zoro!" you flushed, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, managing to brush past his strong deltoids in the process.

"M'tired. You're comin' to nap with me," he stated, completely serious and leaving no room for argument as he started the trek back up to your room.

In the moment, he didn't mean to be so curt.

It wasn't you he was upset at, but rather all the creepy, on-leave marines he'd snapped at on his way, who were laughing and leering at your body like what happened to you was funny.

Pinnacles of Justice?

Pinnacles of Justice, his ass.

You'd think the defenders of the people would show a little common decency and look away when a woman's trying to cover herself.

"You have fun?" he asked, gruffly, wanting to switch the subject before he got mad all over again.

"The girls did my hair," you reported, resting your head on his chest. "Braided it and decorated it with flowers while they asked me questions about being a pirate... and fashion."

A sheepish smile crept onto your lips, excitement and worry spreading through your chest as you fiddled with a curl.

"How's it look?"

The adorable expression stretched across your face sent a sharp pang of warmth straight through the swordsman's heart.

Of course it looked good.

It was on you.

With the dewy droplets of water in your hair, along with the array of flora, you looked like some sort of sea nymph.

Discreetly, his eyes flicked down to your chest, his dick stirring slightly in his trunks at the sharp contrast of green against your tanned skin.

His haramaki was stuck to your wet body like a second skin, your pebbling nipples making it abundantly clear that it was the only thing keeping him from you.

The real you.

The bare you.

'Fuck.'

Giving your thigh a soft squeeze, he nodded with approval, a small smile settling on his lips.

"You look beautiful... you always do," he stated, as if it was a fact. "Don't need flowers to see that."

Freeing one of his hands, he fixed a particularly large hibiscus, tucking it behind your ear along with a flyaway.

"I—"

He was interrupted by the sounds of your soft snores, looking down to see you were already out like a light, cheek smushed against his pec and hand resting softly over his heart.

Like boyfriend, like girlfriend.

His chest roared with admiration at the sight, along with the sudden, violent urge to protect.

The swordsman wasn't one for beating up children, but if he ever ran into the little hoodlums that snapped your top...

Let's just say he'd have a few choice words.

[sshnzsr]

make you forget

warnings: smut, cheating, p in v, unprotected sex, messy, rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, a lot of spanking, crying, nicknames, breeding kink, nipple play, lmk if I missed anything

wordcount: 1.5k

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You’d been crying for hours, locked in your bedroom, the sting of your boyfriend’s latest tirade still burning in your chest. Jaehyun was a master at twisting words, at making you feel small and worthless—like you were lucky he even bothered with you. Tonight had been no different: he’d screamed at you for not dropping everything to cater to his whims, called you selfish when you hesitated, and stormed out with a parting shot about how you’d never find anyone better. The worst part? You believed him.

The knock on your door was sharp, insistent, and you knew who it was before he even spoke. Heeseung—your best friend since forever, the one person who always showed up when you were falling apart. You opened the door, eyes red and puffy, and there he stood: tall, dark-haired, and dangerous in a way Jaehyun could never hope to be. His sharp gaze raked over you, taking in the tear-streaked mess of your face, and his lips twitched into a smirk that was equal parts cruel and comforting.

“He’s a fucking idiot,” Heeseung said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. His voice was low, edged with something venomous. “And you’re an idiot for letting him get to you.”

You bristled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “Don’t start, Hee. I’m not in the mood.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your face, his grip firm but not painful. “You should be,” he said, eyes narrowing. “You should be pissed. You’re too good for that prick, and he doesn’t deserve the tears you’re wasting on him.” His thumb brushed over your pulse, and you felt it—the shift, the undercurrent of something darker that always lingered with Heeseung. He was worse than Jaehyun in his own way: manipulative in how he pulled your strings, selfish in how he took what he wanted. But with him, it felt different. It felt like he saw you.

Before you could argue, he yanked you closer, his free hand tipping your chin up so you had to meet his gaze. “Let me make you feel better, baby,” he murmured, voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a shiver through you. “Let me show you what you’re worth.”

You should’ve said no. You knew Heeseung wasn’t safe—he was a storm wrapped in charm, a man who’d break you just to watch you shatter. But Jaehyun’s words were still clawing at your insides, and Heeseung’s touch was a lifeline, dangerous as it was. So you nodded, a small, broken “okay” slipping past your lips.

That was all he needed. He shoved you back onto the bed, his hands rough but deliberate as he climbed over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “You’re too fucking perfect for him,” he growled, his free hand sliding under your shirt, shoving it up to expose your chest. His fingers found your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they stiffened, and he pinched hard, drawing a sharp gasp from you. “Look at you—already falling apart for me.”

He leaned down, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking slow and wet, his tongue swirling around it while his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. You whimpered, arching into him, and he pulled back just enough to smirk down at you. “You love this, don’t you? When I tell you how good you are, how fucking beautiful you look under me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, tears still clinging to your lashes as you stared up at him. “Please, Hee—”

He cut you off by flipping you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass was in the air. His hand came down hard, a brutal spank that made you cry out, the sting blooming across your skin. “That’s for letting him talk to you like that,” he said, voice dark and possessive. Another smack, harder this time, and you sobbed, the pain mixing with a twisted kind of pleasure. “You’re mine now, baby. He doesn’t get to touch you, doesn’t get to hurt you. Only I do.”

He spanked you again, and again, each hit punctuated by a rough growl of praise—“So fucking perfect,” “You take it so well,” “My good little girl”—until your ass was red and throbbing, tears streaming down your face. But you didn’t pull away. You pushed back into him, desperate for more, for him to erase every venomous word Jaehyun had ever spat at you.

Heeseung pressed himself against you, the bulge in his pants grinding into your stinging flesh as he leaned over, lips brushing your ear. “You like it rough, don’t you, love? Like it when I make you cry, when I fuck you until you forget him?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, voice breaking as you clutched the sheets. “Please, Hee—make me forget.”

He didn’t hesitate. His hands tore at your clothes, ripping your shorts and panties down your thighs in one swift motion, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him. You heard the rustle of his belt, the zipper of his jeans, and then he was there—thick and hard, pressing against your entrance. “No condom,” he said, voice raw as he gripped your hips. “Gonna fuck you raw, fill you up—make you mine so he can’t have you back.”

He thrust in deep, one brutal stroke that had you screaming his name, the stretch burning through you. He didn’t give you time to adjust, setting a punishing pace, hips slamming into yours with a wet, filthy sound that filled the room. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, one hand wrapping around your throat, holding you in place as he pounded into you. “Feel that, baby? That’s me—every inch of me owning you.”

You were a mess—tears soaking the sheets, moans spilling from your lips as he wrecked you. His hand came down again, spanking your already tender ass, and you jolted, the pain pushing you closer to the edge. “You’re so wet for me,” he panted, voice dripping with lust. “Fucking dripping all over me. You love this, don’t you? Love being my little slut while he’s out there thinking he still has a chance.”

“Yes—fuck, yes,” you choked out, nails raking the bed as he drove you higher. “Love you, Hee—love how you fuck me.”

His grip on your throat tightened, just enough to make your head spin, and he slowed his thrusts, angling himself to hit that spot deep inside you that made your vision blur. “Say it again,” he demanded, voice hoarse and desperate. “Tell me you love me while I ruin you.”

“I love you,” you cried, the words raw and broken as he slammed into you again and again. “Love you so much—”

That broke him. He hauled you up, pulling you back against his chest, your bodies slick with sweat as he knelt behind you. One arm locked around your waist, pinning you to him, while the other hand roamed your chest, pinching your nipples until you squirmed. “Gonna breed you, baby,” he growled, thrusts turning erratic, wild. “Gonna pump you full, make you mine forever. You want that, don’t you? Want me to fuck you until you’re dripping with me?”

“Yes—please, Hee,” you begged, too lost to care about anything but him. “Fill me up, make me yours.”

His mouth crashed into yours, a messy, hungry kiss—teeth clashing, tongues fighting—as he pushed you both to the edge. You came first, shattering around him with a scream of his name, your body convulsing as pleasure tore through you, your thighs trembling and your breath hitching. “That’s it, love,” he groaned, following right behind, his hips stuttering as he came hard, hot and thick, spilling deep inside you. He didn’t stop, grinding into you as he rode it out, his cum leaking out around his cock, dripping down your thighs in a messy, obscene flood. “Fuck—gonna keep you full,” he panted, thrusting shallowly to push it back in, his fingers digging into your hips. “Every drop stays inside you.”

You collapsed against him, both of you panting, drenched in sweat and each other. He didn’t pull out, staying buried deep as his chest heaved against your back, his lips brushing your shoulder with a softness that didn’t match the roughness from before. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, voice rough but reverent, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your face, wiping away your tears. “My perfect girl. He doesn’t deserve to breathe near you—not after this.”

You shivered, feeling him still inside you, his warmth seeping into your core, the mess of him staining your skin. He shifted, laying you down gently, his body caging yours as he kissed you slow and deep, tasting the salt of your tears. “Rest, baby,” he murmured against your lips, a dark promise in his eyes. “He’ll never touch you again—not when I’m done with you.”

masterlist

[mehiwilldoitlater]

(requested by @silenthopper)

The first time he saw you, Bulkhead never planned to get so wrapped up in you. Damn, he didn't even plan to walk in the park that night, but Sari insisted since there were some cool activities in Central Park. Of course she never mentioned something like a ballet representation and didn't even plan on seeing it.

The first thing that caught Bulkhead's attention was the structure, an open-air theater installed just at the side of the artificial lake, and, of course, the music. Bless his heart, he wasn't so invested in knowing every detail of earth, but he had enough to recognize something beautiful when he heard it. When he finally got his attention towards that structure, he saw a young man, armed with a crossbow, running in a forest made of fake trees, meeting another, dressing something that reminded him of those black birds that he saw sometimes here and there. Prowl had called them crow? He didn't know, but that man had a strange, ominous look. They moved strangely, but it wasn't a strange bad; they moved pretty! Like seeing some birds moving here and there on the concrete, it wasn't made up; it had a purpose.

Then the lights went off, and the forest scenery changed; now the bright and full moon reflected its entirety on a lake made of fabric and glitters. The ruins of an old structure were covered in fake vines and wildflowers. Then, something white appeared, something soft, light, and swift.

Your white tutu stood out on the dark scenography; the small crown on your head shone like a star in the cold space, alongside the diamonds on your gown and your small slipper.

His jaw dropped open, amazed by the scene.

He decided to stay and observe, near enough to see and hear the music but not too close to bother anyone; he just sat there, observing. Bee and Sari, of course, couldn't understand what was so interesting about some people in costumes that like to dance, but there was something captivating for Bulkhead, and that something was you.

Were you real? You seemed pretty real, but you look so…non-human. Up on those two small feet, your graceful movements on the wooden floor, your expression too was completely different. He couldn't describe it, but the only thing that he was able to come up with was beautiful; everything about you was beautiful.

"What is it?" he asked, concentrated but curious.

"Ah, the opera house does these shows every summer. It's ballet…"

"Ah…and…what are they doing?"

"Dancing, of course. It's a kind of dance; I would never do that, but some people like it."

"She seems scared of that man, the one with the black feathers…!

"Uuuuh… It's the Swan Lake, I guess. A girl is turned into a swan by a bad wizard, and a prince tries to save her."

He wasn't sure that he had understood the thing; what he knew was that the curious man with the black feathers was bad because you, the princess, who has the crown and it seems logical, were scared of him, while the other male was protecting you from him… So in the end, Sari's story seemed true!

He had stayed there, curious and fascinated by this curious activity that humans seemed to have created on their own. He wondered if Prowl was able to move like that; he was the most agile of the team after all, and so he stayed there, now curious to know how the story ended, while his group decided to head up to some more interesting activities.

At some point the story had come to an end; the music roared stronger than all the night, all the dancers on the stage, the bad man, the prince, and the princess. Previously, something bad had happened because the prince danced with another one in a black dress, and you seemed like you were crying. He tried to understand the integrity of everything until…. YOU JUMPED? He stood up, panicking, starting to run to where he thought you must have landed! BEHIND THE STAGE!

Poor Bulkhead, he hadn't thought that this was all part of the show like he had missed the finale! He was so genuinely concerned about your well-being that he completely forgot that everything was just fake!

Behind the theater, while the orchestra started to play again after the roar of the applause, you and your companion were slowly getting down from the mechanic scaffold after the last scene; Odette and Siegfried unite in eternity by love in death. You both were completely breathless, just like everyone around. The cheers covered the laugh and the screams from the dancers, everyone so helplessly enthusiastic for the good result of tonight's show.

"Everyone! Everyone!" The maestro tried to hide his happiness too, but he was clearly over the moon: "All of you have been GREAT! But the show is not over! We must end the"

"MOVE MOVE MOVE!"

Suddenly the sound of metal steps startled you all, and the presence of one of those Autobots suddenly changed the atmosphere of the crew.

"Where's she?! Is she okay?!" He started to look around, everywhere! The maestro tried to stop the frantic searching of the bot.

"W-wha-whaT-STOP! Hey hey hey QUIT THIS!" he finally intervened, holding a ballerina all dressed in white, but putting her down gently noticing that she didn't had a crown on her head.

"CUT IT OUT! You can't stay here, out from the backstage!"

"She jumped! How can you not be panicking?! SHE JUST JUMP!"

"WHO JUMPED?!"

"The princess! THE PRINCESS HAS FALLEN! Is she hurt?!"

Everyone needed to make two plus two to realize what he intended and about who, the maestro had enough time to make the orchestra take some more time, excusing himself for some troubles.

"First, no one here is hurt. Secondly, of course she's fine! It's just a spectacle! Look!"

The maestro showed you and the other male looking confused at Bulkhead. Ah…it was true…you were fine! Thanks, Primus! He sighed in relief.

"Oh… Oh, I thought… Primus, I thought something bad had just happened!"

"Oh…" you finally took some courage to speak. "It's…fine. I mean, you must have been influenced by the story and—"

"Yes, yes, yes, everything here is amazing! NOW MOVE AWAY! Hero or not, you're stopping us! EVERYBODY BACK ON STAGE!"

He muffled an apology while everyone moved between his legs trying to get on stage on time, trying to look like it was just a small delay. That wasn't even backstage, he thought; it was the park ground… That grumpy man had no right to tell him to not stay there… Nah, those were some silly excuses; he was just too embarrassed to admit that he had looked like a fool.

You, on the other hand, couldn't have found this event quite cute.

The next day he came back; he found out that this kind of event was supposed to stay for a few more days, and he decided to take this opportunity to properly apologize to you and, of course, to the rest of the crew.

"Bring some flowers! And launched them!" said Bee, laughing. "On TV, they do this every time!"

And of course, that day, just a few hours away from the starting of the spectacle, everybody in that half-made backstage found himself under a curious rain of flowers.

"Look!"

"What's happening?"

"Some prank?"

By looking around, you spotted the figure of the same giant of the previous day, occupied by throwing flowers… A lot of flowers—the cargo of a small truck was full of them!

When you approached him, he was still focused on that, not acknowledging your presence from the other side of the small fence that delineated the area.

"Hi!" He jumped, throwing on himself a bunch of those flowers, surprised by your sudden appearance.

"Oh, um… Hi!" He scoffed away a few flowers. "Haven't you seen me there… You're very good at sneaky!"

"First time someone said that to me." You chuckled a little, noticing then his nervousness. "But I'll take that as a compliment! So… Are you still checking if I'm hurt?"

"No, no, no! I…wanted to apologize about yesterday; I didn't mean to ruin…whatever thing that was; I was just so so worried!"

"It's alright! Even heroes can make mistakes, right? ...so…" You moved away a few petals from your shoulder. "About the flowers…"

"Oh yes! My friend Bumblebee told me to throw them!"

"…AH! Oh my!" You started to laugh; Bulkhead still looked confused. "At the end of the show, not during the rehearsal!"

"Oh…,he scratched his head. "I had mistaken…again…"

You took one of the flowers, one of the few blue ones that stand alongside those sugary pink that prevail on the multitude, and put it on your ear.

"No, it's just the cutest thing that could have happened to us… So… Bulkhead, right? Can I presume that you enjoyed the show?"

"Oh! Enjoyed?!" His face converted into a giant grin, especially knowing that you knew his name. "I loved it! You were amazing back there! I don't need to breathe, but WOW, you were breathtaking! You were like…flying on that thing; you were…you are…um…"

He felt the weight of his words, feeling a rush of awkwardness on him, realizing that he let his mouth move faster than his thought.

"…I think you were so pretty…"

Your mesmerizing look was on him, and…you started to laugh again, mostly for the nervousness and the cuteness that this big robot had brought you. You were used to compliments, critiques, or children that think of you as some kind of fairy, but receiving a big amount of them from a big robot that saves the day as an occupation? That was…new! For a moment, he thought that you may have found him ridiculous, but then you offered him your hands for a handshake.

"Thank you, Bulkhead… I'm Y/N, by the way!"

From that day on, the biggest of the Autobots became the biggest of you fans, too.

You couldn't resist, but besides the fact that he was able to destroy everything thanks to his herculean strength, he was surprisingly adorable for his way of acting around you. When facing an enemy, he was unstoppable, courageous, and prone to the attack more than the thinking. But around you, he was completely different!

He was shy, unsure about how to say things and how to express them. He was clumsy, things that you had found almost cute, but he had tried several times to be careful about things that he knew people cared about.

You had tried to invite him to some of your shows, but he had to decline many of those invitations, with a heavy heart too. The theater was too small for him!

Well, he didn't know that the first ballerina of the opera house had a few friends here and there! And how could they deny the desire of one of Detroit's protectors to enjoy one of their spectacles?! When he found out that they did recreate a nice place just for him, he couldn't hold his joy!

You even found time to spend with him on some dates, as you love to say, just to tease him a little, a thing that made him look even more cute than ever!

But mostly, he loved when he could find some time to see you practice. He loved how concentrated you were when you needed to practice one of your performances; he loved the passion that you emitted from your eyes! You were a contrast, delicate and strong, gentle but powerful, elegant and passionate. He couldn't not stare at you, admiring your tiny foot supporting your entire body without a trace of fatigue.

He could have never even dreamed of doing something like that.

He had found himself, in his alone time, painting things that reminded him of you, like flowers, river streams, or those animals that gave the name of the first spectacles that he had seen you in. And yet, he never found the courage to give you one of those, too embarrassed that you could find them silly or stupid…damn, you would have found him stupid.

"You know, Bulkhead," you spoke on one of those many walks in the park near him, "I was wondering, would you save me from a deception if it was the case?"

"Uh? Why do you say such a thing? …ARE THEY TARGETING YOU?! ARE THEY NEAR?!"

You calmed him down, caressing his giant servos.

"No, no, Bulky, no! No one is targeting me! It's just a guess! It's just that you remind me of a knight… so strong, so brave… It just makes my heart bump a little!"

You made his spark completely go shut down… He scratched his head again, coughing a little.

"I'm…not sure if I'm a knight, but...I'm pretty sure if one of those boozos tries to hurt you, they'll face me first!"

He truly was your knight!

[sakachichi]

I just rewatched demon slayer and re-read painter of the night and got the biggest brain explosion ever 😛 so now I’ll let my brain juices flow 😁

Imagine!Suguru in his gojo-kesa, he’s the son of a prestigious family. Everyone knows them, they’re one of the nicest noble families in Japan — so kind they let the poor live under their roof until they get a good job. Suguru is their only son of course and takes after his parents nice character, he’s soooo charming and modest everyone fawns over him, so many people had tried to get their daughters married off to him but he kindly refuses.

Until you came along, he’s always know about you, he knows about everyone — but you…you are the main person he focuses on. And you are so oblivious to him, everywhere you go he’s there, almost lurking around but at the same time making himself known. From time to time he’ll say hi and you’ll greet him back with the most beautiful brightest smile known to man, and he practically melts. Gosh to have you wrapped around his finger, he would give up everything for you.

When the summer festivals came around you were out with your friends, having such a blast and he was alone. ‘How can someone so kind be alone?’ You asked yourself before leaving your friends behind to be with Suguru.

“May I accompany you my lord?” Your voice so soft and sweet, it’s like music to he ears. He couldn’t help but smile and nod, “yes of course”. His plan worked. He came alone for a reason.

Suguru made it his mission to woo you that very same day, make you fall for him so hard you’ll forget about every other man that has and will ever exist. Engaging in your silly conversations, chucking at your clumsy behavior as you trip over nothing, holding your hand in the process. His face glued with concern as he asks you if you’re ok, your eyes twinkle at his politeness. He’s charmed you already.

Everything you would point at he would buy, you left the festival with him carrying you on his back, and holding everything he bought you as well. Your hands felt his strong shoulders, behind his thick clothes he muscles were still so prominent. He’s so strong, it makes you bite your lip as try not let out a girlish giggle. “Lord Suguru…how’d you get so strong?” You ask innocently, a wide grin molds onto his pretty pink lips

“Hmm let’s see, well for starters I eat good, and I do lots of exercise” he replied, mindlessly his hands find their way to yours, his thumbs caressing your hands but you didn’t seem to notice, it felt almost normal to you.

“Oooh I see” you hum, smiling softly. Your falling for him so hard, your pupils turning into heart shapes as he continues to talk about something, you really didn’t pay attention to anything he was saying — just starting at his breath taking side profile.

“Alright, here we are” he grunts as he carefully sets you down, patiently waiting for you to gather yourself. “Would you like me to help you with your things, my lady?” He politely asked, slightly holding up his hands. You hesitate, your father would cry out if he saw you with a man, especially if your not getting married to him. Your hands were already full with even more of your things, you sigh as you slightly panic.

Whats their to worry though? It’s night time, your parents are fast asleep. And he’ll just be in and out, right?

Sure…

Guyyyyssss I’ve been obsessed with everything old, ykwim? 😭 yall should see my Pinterest 😵‍💫🤚 but anyways ways yes, I was eating my snack and this popped into my head, yk when u finish watching something you lwky start to act or think the way the characters do? That happened to me lol, and I was like what better person to do this with than Suguru Geto the king himself 😻😻 honestly I would finish rn but I’m quite literally lazy ash 🤧

Part 2 thoooo????? Or nah 👀👅

[linoyes]

chan + esquire korea

[mafuyuh]

Armin Arlert | Timeskip

[hawkeshepshots]

I came to break the wall that rose around you

[alexturntable]

Charles Leclerc for Chivas Regal

[aestheticsicrushon]

Y O U N G S I L C O — ARCANE 2

[jkvjimin]

TAEHYUNG IU 'Love Wins All' MV

[the-life-is-rubbish]

He's so fine someone tell him to stop

[sweetx1e]

OH MY FUCKING GOD..

CUTIEE I LOVE HIMSM I CANT ANYMORE

[glassofpumpkinjuice]

🌞🌞🌞

[joshsindigostreak]

They ask you if you’re fine-