#one of them is one of favourite shows of all time

[moon07sthings]

I like the idea of Eddie just showering Steve in flowers.

one time, lets say their first date, Eddie shows up with a cheep bouquet of red roses. because that's what people do on dates, right?, buy each other flowers? And for some reason Steve looks shocked. At first Eddie thought he had fucked up. was he not meant to bring Steve flowers? were they not the right flowers? but then Steve hugs him, thanks him. He looks ecstatic, and Eddie loves making Steve smile, he has a perfect smile. so from that day on Eddie makes sure to bring Steve flowers whenever he can, dates, birthdays, anniversary's.

Sometimes he just hand picks a couple on the way to see Steve. (sometimes going a longer way just so that he can get the prettiest flowers) the look on Steve's face when he sees them is always worth it.

On their first year anniversary Eddie hand crafts an entire bouquet of roses (it takes him weeks, but no one needs to know that) that way they will never die and Steve can keep them forever. those are Steve's favourite flowers.

Steve had never been brought flowers before, he was always the one to buy the flowers, it made him feel special, he loved that Eddie would handpick them for him, and put in all the effort to hand make them. it make Steve feel loved.

[weirdteawriting]

Had a dream where a villain somehow kidnapped all five Robins and broadcast like a game show where people could call in & vote for their favourite Robin/least favourite Robin & the Robin with the least points would be killed on live TV (like an in world version of fans voting to kill Jason but for all the Robins) and they have to sit there beaten & tied up watching the results come in while Batman & the others separately try to find them in time.

And "just for fun" the villain made the Robins vote as well & then mocks/shames them for their votes. He told them the Robin with the most votes would get to live. Dick & Damien voted for each other, Steph voted Tim, & Tim & Jason voted for each other because "Jason deserves someone trying to save him" and "I tried to kill him, I owe him this" and Tim is shocked and horrified at having the most votes because he genuinely thinks he's the least deserving/no one would vote for him.

Woke up before the call in voting ended. Think I might have to turn this into a very angry fanfiction.

[pyract0]

Random thoughts with MHA men!

☁︎Lowkey just a heap of stupid ideas I had for different characters I thought were funny/ cute. Might extend on a few of these into longer fics if I find the time :) ☁︎Going back to finishing some requests after this! Sometimes read and can't process what I just read so might take a while to finish them all! Feel free to request but might be a bit slow at the moment, but I'll get through them when I can! ☁︎Not really any warnings other than swearing (Tried to keep it to a minimum but habit when I can't think of a fitting word)! Gn/ unspecified reader :))

╰┈➤ Katsuki Bakugo who follows a strict routine he set for himself to get the most out of the day, in bed by exactly 8:30. Yet he coincidently always happens to be awake when you try to sneak in and cuddle under the covers with him. Gets annoyed at you for "interfering" with his schedule, but he never lets himself fall asleep if he knows your planning to visit, even if at ridiculous hours of the night. ╰┈➤ Shoto Todoroki who lacks certain aspects of understanding when it comes to social cues, specifically the idea of personal space after you start dating. Will stand behind you breathing down your neck just wanting to be near you, not realising how odd it appears to anyone passing by. Similarly, will practically sit ON you instead of beside you, squeezing between you and anyone/anything so he can sit right beside you.

╰┈➤ Izuku Midoriya who often forgets or simply doesn't realise when his habit of rambling starts, sometimes scaring the shit out of you when he suddenly breaks the silence. Will need you to sometimes cover his mouth when out in public before he says something that would accidently make any sane person uncomfortable. Talked about murder out of context at least a few times and got y'all kicked out of somewhere </3

╰┈➤ Tenya Iida who understands the concept of money and it's overall value, but frankly doesn't care when it comes to you. Buys you awfully expensive items that reminds him of you/ thinks you'll like, hiding just how much he actually spent so you don't reject it (you know, you just don't have the heart to tell him.) Will gift you like it's only something small and beat himself up for not getting you something better (It cost more than what you make in 3 months). Prides himself on responsibility but it all falls out the window when about his decisions around you.

╰┈➤ Eijiro Kirishima who shows you off like some sort of deity, constantly praising anything and everything you do. Accidently degrades himself while praising you, saying how he doesn't deserve you (he's literally an angel :(( ). Will do anything for you, if you ask him or not, choosing to show just how much he loves you through his actions not just words. Tells you he loves you at least 5 times a day <3

╰┈➤ Neito Monoma who respects you even if you're in class 1a, never speaking poorly of you even when shitting on your class. Stops whenever you're nearby and starts acting all sweet like he wasn't badmouthing each of your classmates to their faces minutes prior. Another one who worships your every movement and the ground you walk on, but instead of degrading himself puts everyone else but the both of you down. (My favourite little menace)

╰┈➤ Hitoshi Shinsou who without fail whenever you're alone hands you some random ass cat inspired thing that reminded him of you. First it was a small succulent pot, next some really doped out looking cat plushie, then a little keychain of a black cat with a witches hat.. it just kept going. Gets you wondering how he manages to keep finding these objects, and how he always manages to have one when you see each other unplanned (He has a little hidden pocket where he stores the little strange trinkets) ╰┈➤ Rody Soul who sometimes activates his quirk, summoning Pino, at the most random hours of night. Will get woken up by your sudden screams, thinking you had a nightmare only for it to have been Pino scaring the shit out of you by sitting on your chest in the middle of the night and scrutinizing your very being (lovingly). Has been forced as a result to spend the next day begging for forgiveness for Pino's actions (He had a dream of you and she was just admiring you with the same level of affection as him, just hers a bit more creepy..)

╰┈➤ Mirio togata who even after years of practice with his quirk, happens to forget what activating it in normal clothes does. Has tried to phase through the ground to surprise you with his sudden appearance just to end up flashing you, both of you now sitting in embarrassment while your struggling to breathe through your laughter. Apologises before joining you in going along with your everyday life (It will happen again)

╰┈➤ Tamaki Amajiki who uses you as a form of protection, not from physical danger but from people trying to communicate with you both. Will hold your hand in his and stand right against your back, head often against yours or on your shoulder while he lets you talk for him as well as yourself. As soon as you finish, will drag you away to a more secluded area and embrace you with more confidence as a way of showing his appreciation for never complaining about his shying away from socialising.

╰┈➤ Giulio Gandini who chooses to not wear his eyepatch when you're both alone, trusting you in his most vulnerable form. Who is able to use his robotic eye as a camera, recording your interactions to preserve the memory. Often pulls up these moments on the screen of his prosthetic arm when you're apart, watching through them when he misses you. Moves certain ones to a USB and prints out photos to give you (some in lockets, some just as a copy to frame) leaving you confused on how he managed to get them. (I love him so much :(( lowkey the main reason I liked the 4th movie sm)

╰┈➤ Touya Todoroki/ Dabi who will only let you help when it comes to dyeing his hair (aka forces you when the black is washing out to help fix it up). Will sit on a random chair he dragged in or the edge of the bathtub while you touch up his roots, probably moves constantly unless you hold his head in place. Gets you to join him in the shower to help wash through it, being a little shit about it and smudging the dye on you so it'll stain.

╰┈➤ Tomura Shigaraki who refuses to touch you with all 5 of his fingers, even after he's confident in his abilities to control his quirk. Will always have a finger lifted from your body while he holds you in his embrace, wearing artist gloves when sleeping beside you just to be safe. Holds your hand constantly when alone like the touch starved person he is but never has a proper grasp, loosely intertwining your fingers while he leaves his pinkie away from your hand.

╰┈➤ Shota Aizawa who similar to his son has a habit of handing you random stuff when he returns home, though his are more concerning. If you had a nickel for every time he came home to hand you a kitten he found in an alley, you would have two but it was very strange it happened twice. Came home after his long shift one night and handed you a cat like it was just another causal Wednesday. So anyways you guys have 2 cats now :))

╰┈➤ Keigo Takami who likes to use his feathers to tickle you at the least expected times, often resulting in a fresh bruise the next day. Will each and every time forget you like to swing when his feathers are tickling at your sides, with your first or leg accidently colliding with some part of his body. One time was his face, another his calf, or the time you accidently hit him where the sun don't shine. He learnt to move back after that one..

[ladyofmonaco]

dating oscar piastri…

notes: oscar piastri x f!reader, relationship headcanons, as requested by anon!

a/n: love this aussie pastry so much

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‧ when possible, oscar will always try and make you breakfast

‧ shared wired earphones—one each

‧ cozy movie nights that include him always letting you pick the film

‧ he’ll send random selfies of himself to you when he’s away because he knows you love them, even if the angles are a little off sometimes

‧ he got you the croissant jellycat for your birthday

‧ there is always a stash of your favourite sweets in the car’s glove compartment

‧ he always says “i’m lucky to have you”

‧ dinner dates at candlelight, albeit in quieter restaurants

‧ he is not vocal about jealousy and hardly shows it at all but he will give someone a certain look if they go too far

‧ once at the beginning of the relationship, he left flowers at your doorstep that got drenched in the rain but you could still make out his ink-smudged initial it’s the thought that counts

‧ stealing kisses in the back of the garage between practice sessions

‧ the both of you have a road-trip bucket list

‧ he always knows exactly what you need during that time of the month: your favourite sweet treat, tea or coffee, a heat pad, cuddles or alone time thanks to growing up with multiple sisters

‧ he won’t shout in disagreements, and he is always first to break the silence after an argument or fall-out

‧ early morning jogs together against the sunrise

‧ tracing one another’s freckles & moles

‧ he is an orange peel theory kind of man

‧ he’ll wash your hair for you on days you don’t feel like it, with extra bath essential oils & a candle of your favourite scent

[menagerofmischief]

sweet as sin -> cl16

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porn star!charles chronicles

tags: everyone's got normal lives (no F1), mentions of porn/OF, very very suggestive (or very light smut idk?), mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex toys

a/n: this is just an introduction to the au. if you have any ideas or things you think would go well with the au, send an ask and lmk <3

“Oh, I don’t know, Gwen!” You said, swirling your straw around in your drink as you eyed the friend. “Other than the fact I’m moving soon, my life is a bit too boring lately. I’m done with dating apps after the last big failure and I just need something interesting to happen!”

“You mean you need to get laid!” She accused, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she giddily sipped her mimosa, already a bit tipsy from all the previously consumed ones. “When was the last time you had a good orgasm?”

You coughed, nearly choking on your drink as you stared at her with wide eyes. “We’re so not talking about this!”

“I’ll take that as a ‘very long ago’,” Gwen said, eyeing you over the rim of her glass. “Just because you’re not dating doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun.”

“Didn’t you hear the part when I said how all the guys are sleazy and disgusting?”

She chuckled, flashing you a smile. “You can have fun on your own. Nothing wrong with that, in fact, it’s my favourite.”

“God,” you laughed, swatting her arm. “You’re definitely too drunk for 12 pm, Gwen.”

However much you tried to push it from your mind and deny, Gwen’s words stuck with you through the rest of the day. A constant echo in the back of your mind that played like a mocking tune whenever you found even a second free.

With a groan you pushed yourself up from your couch, the TV show playing on the screen already long abandoned. In the silence of your apartment you could hear every step you made, every thud of your feet against the ground seemed to echo like a thump of your heart within your chest.

You reached your bedside, eyes narrowed in a glare as you rummaged through the drawer in search of your old vibrator, an unfamiliar sensation stirring in your chest once you finally pulled it out, the thing still fully charged and ready to be used. 

You settled on the bed, head nestled on the pillow as you closed your eyes and tried to tease yourself but it was so damn hard when nothing came to mind. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you reached for your phone, holding it up in a slightly shaky hand you unlocked it and made your way onto the good old trusted … twitter porn.

Your fingers hesitated over a video of a guy. His face was half visible, but his body was in the full picture and he looked sweeter than sin. Hard abs, perfectly toned, arms worth salivating over. Yeah, the guy was made to be pornographic, that you were sure of.

You clicked play, watching as he teasingly ran his hands down his body, wrapping one big hand around his equally as big dick, the sound of his low groaning coming through the speaker.

A sigh slipped past your lips as you mimicked his movement, running your hands down your body, teasingly scraping your nails along your skin before slowly reaching your fingers under the waistband of your shorts.

The video ended just as your fingers reached your clit and a low spark of annoyance ran through you. “Fuck …” you muttured, staring at the replay button. Then the words under the video caught your attention.

Want more? Check out my OF ;)

Next to them was a link. Without thinking twice, or much, you pressed the link, watching as his OnlyFans page loaded up.

You glanced at the vibrator next to you on the bed, Gwen’s words, or more so the “You can have fun on your own,” echoing inside of your head once more.

“Fuck it!” You whispered into the darkness of your room, and then pressed the subscribe button.

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[holyguardian]

Aerith watched the exchange with curiousity painted across her lightly-smiling expression. 'Prince Someone'? Her gaze shifted briefly to Somnus — of course he wasn't bothered by such teases, not from a man who he had so enthusiastically embraced.

It felt like this was supposed to be a moment shared only between the two of them. Though neither man allowed her to feel like an intruder, she was welcomed into their conversation swiftly and warmly.

Her body language was a little more rigid around the edges. She held a tense posture, and her gaze shifted like a nervous animal, darting quickly between them. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ser Leander." she politely greeted him.

The grin that spread across Leander's face was immense and immediate. Ser? Oh, he could get used to this. "I'm sure my old friend has told you all about our misdeeds." he further teased, and if he jabbed at his friends ribs with his words any harder he might even bruise. "Please, just Leander is fine." He looked over to Somnus. Oh, Ser was it? He hadn't said a word about him. Though here and now wasn't the time to throw him into a headlock.

The small talk soon picked up. Aerith accepted the offered seat, though she was far from cold. The table and fireplace combined to make the perfect setting for a certain card game. Without much thought, she shrugged her extra woollen layer away, and sat dressed in similar bed linens to those around her.

Then came the offer of a honey cake. It was the perfect little ice-breaker. "Actually, I would very much like one." she agreed, showing her teeth in a sharp little smile when it was delivered to the table. Perfect.

"Ah! Here's the prize." She declared, holding up the small wooden plate. "A sweet honey cake for anyone who can beat me in my favourite card game."

The Lucian soldiers should have realised something was up when the Cetran soldiers began to circle to watch the show. Though they were quite innocent, of course they hadn't realised yet that Queen's Blood was to Princess Aerith what chess was to Prince Somnus.

While said Princess gathered an excited little crowd and explained the rules of her game, Leander took a moment to eye his friend proper. "How are you?" The 'really?' was implied at the end of his well-meaning sentence. So much had changed in a matter of weeks. He hoped that Somnus was alright, to his understanding he would not be returning to Lucis...

... Yet, he was still Leander, even under his thick layer of concern. When he heard Aerith call for her first challenger, he proved his talent for being fast. "Somnus!" he called. "Let's hear it for our brave leader!" The hoots of encouragement and clapping rippled through the gathering. This was what he got for not telling the Princess a word about him. Ser.

It was… like coming home. Somnus could hardly describe this. He knew the noises, the smells, the songs, the talks. He had spent the most fun hours back at home with the soldiers in recent years. As Ardyn had been trained more and more towards getting on the throne, it was clear Somnus’ place was with the troops. And he would not have it any other way by now.

Aerith seemed to know some of the soldiers, too. A fact that Somnus watched with curious glances – and a lot of amusement. She definitely would have a bunch of friends, if the Queen only let her.

Maybe it was high time to continue this rebellion for now and stick to it.

They found Leander and Leander found them. Somnus let go of Aerith for a moment to embrace his best friend. Gods. It had been weeks. Sometimes the court and noble laws demanded them not being able to talk to each other for a few days. But this had been different. The last time they had spoken, Somnus had still been unmarried and just complaining about the feast to greet the Cetra royal family being on the same evening they had originally planned to venture into the town’s taverns once more.

Now everything was so different. They stood in a different queendom and war was approaching. Though Somnus was happy to have his ‘brother’ with him. Even if he was already teasing him once more.

Somnus just shook his head with a scoff, before taking Aerith’s hand once more and leading her closer to Leander.

“Aerith, this is Leander. Leander, this is Aerith.”, he formally introduced them both, though he knew they already knew each other’s names. It was quite clear on Somnus’ face that he was genuinely excited for this moment.

And they would not be the only ones to be introduced. The group sitting nearby had noticed Leander wandering off and now recognized Somnus there - and the Princess they had protected on their travels here. Most were a little shyer towards Aerith at first, curious glances, careful smiles. They gauged how she would react, how she was. Though the way Leander had already made this so simple and informal, it was an easy process. Small questions. How she was doing. Whether she felt cold, she was offered a seat close to the warm fire right away, there was gushing about the honey cakes they had eaten today – and of course offers to Aerith for that, too.

[noctiva]

Yandere Toby hc-🪽

angel anon I see all ur asks in my inbox… what are we hehe *twirls hair*

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Yandere!Toby Headcannons

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CW!! Stalking, obsessive behaviour, mentions of death + murder, 18+ content, sexual content

slight NSFW under the cut! minors do not interact!

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Yandere!Toby thinks he’s doing it all for your sake

Because he knows what’s best for you, and what’s best for you is him.

He knows how to treat you better than anyone else. Knows all of your favourite shows, foods, hobbies, and places to go (maybe only because he sneaks around your house when you think you’re alone, peeking through the windows to gaze at your beauty)

Yandere!Toby leaves you gifts and love notes. Pretty rocks he thinks you’d like, animal bones he cleaned just for you, pretty jewelry and hair clips he stole from his victims. All slipped into your mailbox, or left on your porch wrapped in a ribbon.

Yandere!Toby won’t hesitate to kill, but he’ll do it discreetly - leaving you wondering why all of your love interests just keep disappearing.

Yandere!Toby has snuck into your house once or twice (or three, four, five times) to steal little items from you that he’s sure you won’t miss.

Besides your favourite sweater - he took that too. Stuffing it with a pillow so he can fall asleep cuddled up against your scent, dreaming that one day he’ll have his arms wrapped around your body instead.

(And you don’t want it back, because more often than not he ends up hopelessly rutting against it - the smell of your perfume getting him harder than he’s ever been)

Yandere!Toby is patient at first. Hopeful that you’ll realize the truth eventually (the truth being, that you’ll be happiest with him).

But that patience doesn’t last long, because why don’t you get it? Why are you wasting time with all of these idiots when he’s right here? Showering you with love and appreciation you could never find elsewhere?

Though, he’d never really blame you. You were perfect. The fault was laid on every one else. For distracting you, leading you astray. Keeping you from him, and tainting your mind.

Yandere!Toby keeps trophies from all of the people he’s killed to gain your affection. His favourite being the jar of teeth that rests on his nightstand.

Yandere!Toby has your name carved into the handle of his hatchet. Because he’s doing this all for you. Not caring how bloody he has to get if it means the end goal is your lips on his.

Yandere!Toby likes to watch you sleep.

Likes to see you so peaceful. That’s when you’re the most beautiful, in his opinion. All blissful and unaware.

He could do anything to you. Anything.

But he’d wait. Because if he wanted a limp doll he’d just go back to humping your sweater. He wanted to hear you cry out his name, feel your nails drag down his back.

So the worst he’d do while you were sleeping was snip off a lock of your hair. From the back, so you wouldn’t notice it as quick.

He keeps it in a locket around his neck.

(But he often takes it out to sniff it.)

Yandere!Toby stole a Polaroid camera just to document you.

And when he prints the pictures out, he sticks them right on the wall next to his bed.

Pictures of you sleeping, at work, laughing with friends.

The pictures of you undressing, he keeps in his nightstand. Along with a pair of panties he snagged from your drawer.

He would return them, so that you could wash them and reinvigorate the scent of your laundry soap - but he’s sure that the new stains would catch your attention.

Yandere!Toby knows it’ll only take time. Because one day, you’ll have no choice but to love him - because there’ll be no one else left.

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this is my first time doin a list of headcannons so I hope it’s alright 🙏🙏

thank you for the request!

[frostedfragments]

calling dr zayne! ✧.* zayne x reader ✧.* 2.2k words ✧.* only fans au summary: dr zayne stumbles across his favourite patient's onlyfans account warnings!: zayne breaks some rules!!!, masturbation, use of a sex toy, voyeurism note: couldn't help but imagine an au where zayne doesn't know you and you wind up as his patient...and breaks a couple of dr oaths lol note2: ive' never seen the of website so if the mechanics of it are innacurate pls ignore and lets stay playful together

divider cred. @enchanthings-a

There’s only so many online medical articles one can read before they need some mindless doom scrolling. It’s not often Zayne logs into his social media accounts, he much prefers to spend his small amount of free time reading or hiking, but he can’t resist catching up on what his friends and family are posting on Instagram. He doesn’t see them nearly as often as he should, and it’s the small trickle of guilt down his throat that has him scrolling on his computer, smiling when he sees a couple photos of his parents on their holiday, his co-workers on a night out he declined to join them on, and the occasional cat video.

He’s not sure how he finds it, but the explore page is such an overstimulating mess of faces and bodies that he usually avoids it completely. It’s only because his hand twitches that he even sees the post in the first place, but he looks. And continues to look.

The woman in the photo doesn’t show her face, just the long line of her neck and the soft, plumpness of her cleavage in a bra that leaves little to the imagination. He briefly wonders how a picture like this is allowed on the app, but he’s soon clicking on the profile before he can stop himself, intrigued by smooth skin and little else. He is still a man after all, and once he is exposed to the abundance of tantalising images on the woman’s profile, he is reminded how long it has been since he had his hands on a woman.

His favourite patient doesn’t count, he thinks reflexively, frowning that the thought even crept into his mind at all. You’ve been his patient for roughly six months now; you’ve had a heart condition all your life, one that is well-managed and non-life threatening, but still needs regular monitoring. Your previous heart doctor passed away, and so your case was given to Zayne.

He tries to shake the memory of your face out of his mind as he glances through the pictures, having every intention of clicking out of the woman’s profile and logging off for the evening. Maybe even taking a shower to rid his body from this sudden thrum of energy that radiates low in his stomach, but a link in the bio of the profile catches his eye. Snags his attention like a siren, luring him in with the promise of more, and he almost feels as if he’s doing something illegal when he clicks on it.

OnlyFans isn’t completely new to Zayne - there are a few colleagues he knows who watch adult content on the site, though he mistakenly always thought it was a place where fetish content lived. Feet videos, women humiliating men on camera, food play - not really his taste. But when the link has loaded, and racier images of the woman appear, Zayne feels his cock twitch, feels it begin to fill out as his eyes graze the image of the woman laying on a bed, back arched, breasts displayed beautifully in a black lace bra which leaves her pert, pink nipples completely uncovered.

God, he needs to get laid or something. He hasn’t had the time to date, or even the energy to masturbate, always exhausted from multiple surgeries in one day or typing up notes from said surgeries. His body reminds him now of the necessity to release all the pent up tension that collects in his spine, and he absentmindedly rubs his hand over the bulge in his slacks, sighing softly at the instant swell of pleasure.

His eyes dart back up to the screen, a flush warming his cheeks and the tips of his ears, but he makes an account anyway before he can stop himself, typing in his credit card information and subscribing to the woman who seems to have come out of nowhere and locked in his attention with just a few pictures of her body.

Once he has full access to the page, he scrolls through picture after picture, some more explicit than others. When he reaches the video section, he notices one posted just a few hours ago titled watch me cum while i think about him. The thumbnail shows the woman in a pale pink lingerie set, plush thighs wrapped in white, lace stockings as she sits demurely on white bed sheets. Her neck, chin and full mouth are all that is visible of her face, and Zayne’s gut tenses as he moves the mouse over, clicking play on the video.

His speakers hum with the sound of the video as the woman walks towards the bed, sitting down and smiling softly. Her lips are glossy with a balm or something, and Zayne resigns himself to his base need, slowly unbuckling his belt as the girl shuffles back on the bed slightly.

“Hi guys,” Her voice filters through the speakers, and Zayne frowns, though he can’t think what it is about the voice that makes him pause, “I just got home, and I saw my favourite doctor today. Obviously, though you’ve all been asking, I can’t say his name, but just trust me when I say he’s…so fine,”

Zayne’s hand pulls down the zipper of his slacks, licking his lips, watching closely as she trails her hands over her skin that already looks flushed with arousal. The bra barely contains her full breasts, nipples already straining against the thin fabric. He needs to see them, his hands feel empty with the need to fill his palms with their softness, and he dips into his briefs to pull out his cock, already hard and red at the tip.

The woman has barely touched herself yet, and he feels so pent up he might come before she even gets started.

Reaching over, the woman grabs what looks to be a pink sleep mask, hands disappearing out of frame before she sits back on her elbows, her full face in frame, half covered by the mask. She rolls onto her tummy as she stretches across the mattress again, the sounds of a drawer opening and closing. Her ass is almost bare, round and soft in a matching pink thong. Zayne let’s his hand stroke experimentally over his dick, exhaling shakily.

The girl is back facing the camera now, long hair fanning out over the sheets. It has Zayne pausing again, the first shiver of alarm running through his spine as he spots something on her hip. A tattoo.

The same tattoo his new patient has. But surely, it’s just a coincidence. Maybe you and this girl just have similar taste. He pauses his movements, still as stone while his brain works overtime to avoid the truth of the situation.

By now the girl, or as Zayne realises with a start, you are fully spread out on the mattress. Your legs move restlessly, like you’re so turned on you can’t stay still, and Zayne’s eyes close at the way the thought sits heavy in his groin, balls tightening as his hand squeezes the base of his dick.

He absolutely cannot do this, he cannot watch a video of a patient writhing around on their bed in nothing but their lingerie. The item you had pulled out, a sizable pink dildo, is laying by your thigh, and there is no question between that and the title about what is about to happen. But then you start speaking again, and Zayne is forced to open his eyes at the sound of your voice.

“Will you guys stay with me?” Your voice is breathier now, and you lick your lips when your hand palms a breast. Zayne’s jaw clenches, “I’ve needed to come all day since my appointment. My doctor has such big hands, it’s so fucking hot -” You gasp, fingers twisting a nipple through your bra, and Zayne’s thighs tense, a thick bead of precum dribbling down his cock at the idea that you’re about to think of him while you fuck yourself.

He must be fucking dreaming. Or maybe it’s a nightmare, given that he’s breaking every single possible rule right now by not clicking out of this video. But his dick is almost throbbing in his hand now, and he can’t rip his eyes away from the screen when your hand trails over your stomach, fingers slipping under the elastic of your thong. Your hand presses back against the mattress as you moan softly.

“I’ve been wet the whole way home,” You whine, “His voice, it’s so deep and soft. And his eyes; he watches me like he could ruin me if he wanted to. I can’t stop thinking about him,”

Zayne loses the battle against his entire brain screaming at him that this is wrong, this is a terrible idea. That he needs to stop. But he can’t, how is he supposed to stop when you’re rocking against your hand, lips parted to accommodate the ragged breaths and throaty sounds you make. He strokes himself, all the air leaving his lungs.

Your other hand reaches down to your thigh where the dildo sits, forgotten, and you smile as you hold it up to the camera, “I chose my biggest one for tonight. I want to imagine him fucking - ah - fucking me,”

“Oh, fuck,” He grits, other hand gripping the arm of his desk chair. His balls ache, and he runs his thumb over the head of his cock, watching you with half-open eyes as you shimmy out of the thong.

“How much do you want to see?” Zayne almost thinks you’re speaking directly to him, and it feels that way with the intimate hum of your voice. Maybe you are, maybe you’re imagining him doing this right now. Breaking every rule and fucking his hand while you shift on the bed, facing away from the camera and falling forward to reveal your soaked, pink pussy and the tight hole above. Zayne’s teeth nearly bite right through his lower lip when your hand reaches back, small fingers pushing right inside.

His hand speeds up, the slick sounds filling the room alongside your moans, and he wishes you were right here with him. He wishes that instead of removing your fingers and sliding the dildo through your folds, that you were here, bouncing on his cock.

You sit up slightly, looking over your shoulder as you place the dildo at your entrance. Your lips curl into a smile, “I don’t even need any lube tonight. I’m so fucking wet,”

“Yeah, you are,” Zayne murmurs to himself, half-mad with desire to see you be filled up. Even if he can’t be the one to do it, his teeth ache as he clenches his jaw, waiting for you to sink down onto that silicone, imagining it's him.

Teeth pressed into your soft lower lip, you slowly take every inch of the dildo, thighs trembling slightly, enough to make the skin of your ass ripple a bit. When you raise your hips up again, the silicone is shiny with your need, and Zayne’s mouth is watering, his fist jerking almost too fast. He doesn’t want this to be over yet, but when you start to bounce it’s too late to slow down. You’re almost moving at the same pace as his hand, and he groans, falling back into the seat so he can jerk his hips up a little, fantasising that he’s under you, that you’re taking him like a good girl would.

“Oh, god,” You whimper, the wet sounds of you fucking yourself like a melody through Zayne’s speakers, “s-so big, oh he’s so big, I know it -,”

“Shit,” Zayne digs his nails into his thigh to stop himself from coming. There’s sweat running down his chest now, and he reaches up to undo his tie, tossing it to the ground. He can barley breathe, his cock so wet it’s almost like he’s actually fucking you.

“F-fuck- I waited all day for this. Since I left his - hng - office. God, I want him to fuck me on the desk. I bet he would be so good, so rough. Oh god, please,” You’re no longer bouncing on the dildo, instead grinding your hips on it, skin dewy and flushed red, “God, I’m gonna come, oh - oh, fuck -”

Zayne is shaking, his hand almost cramping from how fast he’s dragging it along his cock. His balls give a warning throb before he flicks his eyes up to see you coming with him, your thighs twitching, hips moving jaggedly as you continue to grind down on the fake cock. He twists his wrist at the head of his length and groans loudly, closing his eyes, imagining you’re coating his dick, coming all over it. His cum stains his fingers and his white shirt, chest dropping harshly with every breath he drags in. His body feels weightless, eyes heavy, and he opens them to watch as you roll over on the bed, on your back with your legs parted, showing him and the camera the mess you’ve made.

Zayne’s cock twitches back to life at the thought of cleaning you up with his tongue.

Before he closes the video, he watches till the end. Stares at the way you slowly come back down to earth, sleepily stretching and grinning at the camera, voice hoarse, “Thank you, doctor,” you giggle, before the screen goes black, and Zayne is left to stare at his sweaty, fucked out expression in the reflection.

“Fuck,” He says.

[cixerr]

DAISUKE X READER HEADCANONS PT2 🌺

SFW/NSFW - MINORS SHOO 🔞

Back with more dating headcanons for our favourite boy :3 this time including SFW ones!!!

Part one can be found here!

No gender specified for reader

(tiddies are mentioned like once)

Enjoy <3

SFW

🌺 -he's EXTREMELY clingy once the relationship has been established. Where you go HE GOES.

🌺 - physical touch!!! He can NOT keep his hands off you weather that's having a hold on your hand all the time or trapping you in a cuddle. He's definitely a "5 more minutes" typa guy hehe

🌺 - speaking of cuddles... I'd say he's the big spoon. he holds you tightly like you'd disappear the moment he lets go of you. He loves burying his face in the crook of your neck.

🌺 - please give him head pats!! Play with his hair and scratch behind his ear. He's your human sized puppy! (He's also a sucker for you playing with his hair...)

🌺 - you're the only other person who has the privilege of playing on his gameboy. He likes to rest his head on your shoulder while he watches you. Probably complaining about all the wrong things you're doing but it's still fun. You think his little complaints are cute anyways. it also makes him proud to know he's better at it than you.

ALRIGHTTT he also helps you out by placing his hands over yours as he controls the game with your hands.....

🌺 - nobody talks about how he's a party freak much but he's DEFINITELY buying you the drinks. Knowing full well how hectic parties can be he's always by your side and clinging on to you to keep you safe

🌺 - if you're upset about something, he's gonna try to fix things no matter what. He'd be searching the Internet for HOURS just to find the best solution. he is not giving up.

Mostly likes to cuddle you and keep you close to make you feel even slightly better :)

🌺 - loves receiving words of affirmation. It makes him feel happy and worthy when you tell him how good of a boyfriend he is. How proud you are of him. Ohh he doesn't deserve a partner like you... he definitely does!

🌺 - LOVES SHARING!! Food, drinks, clothes... you name it he loves sharing absolutely everything ever with you

🌺 - if he sees something that even slightly reminds him of you, you bet he's getting it and randomly surprising you with it

NSFW

🌺 - he definitely had more one night stands than actual relationships in the past. (Not too many, but you were most likely his first serious relationship) So he's more experienced with what goes on in the bedroom more than anything else...

You're not quite sure on what you're supposed to do? Don't worry he gotchu

🌺 - smear your cum all over his face...he'd like that. and let him suck his own cum off your fingers while you're at it... ALL WHILE REMAINING EYE CONTACT ARRGHHHH

🌺 - not sure if this is much of a headcanon cause I still don't know if he'd actually do this but.....he likes to wear thongs 😔 (he first started wearing them because he thought it'd get more people drooling over him LMAO) He knows how hot you find it so he makes sure they're always on show (just for you 😉) oh and he likes matching thongs with you too ❤️

🌺 - LOVES WHEN YOU WEAR LINGERIE. He thinks it's so incredibly hot and sexy and yeah he's a drooling mess over you

🌺 - risk it for a biscuit! He loves having sex in the most risky places. Just something about the thought of getting caught makes him feel all excited

🌺 - he's obsessed with giving you hickeys, especially on your neck where everyone can see. He's always proud of the millions of bruises he leaves on you, and it's showing that you belong to him (uωu*)

When your bruises start to heal, he's right back on your neck again ♥︎

Other places he likes to leave them are your breasts and shoulders ❤️

🌺 - if you can't be with him for whatever reason, he has a collection of dirty photos of you he likes to jerk off too. He keeps them in a very special/fancy box because they're incredibly important to him :3

I'm running out of nsfw ideas I'm afraid I spilled my most freaky stuff in my first post ☹️

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First, Best Destiny (Part I) by @ophelia-j

(Thank you so, so much for letting me bind this)

I’ve been watching people make books of fanfic for years, and knew it was only a matter of time before I caved and started a new hobby. And here it is! Voila! The first of (hopefully) a library of some of my favourite stories.

Had a lot of fun figuring out the formatting of the pages and drawing things for it. Especially the cover. That was a challenge but I’m so happy with it!

Putting the other pictures under the cut so this isn’t too long :)

- The title page. Made the circular design and then realised after I printed it it would look cooler if it went across both pages. Got a lot better at freehanding circles though as a result.

- The chapter headings. Ended up doing Vulcan numbers in the background, which I think turned out nice! Each chapter covers several episodes from the series, so I added a footnote to show which ones.

- The page break after the epilogue. I wanted to put an illustration somewhere in the book, and thought here worked well. Had fun drawing the Enterprise!

- The copyright page. Standard stuff. Put a lot of the fic information here (and the rest at the end of the book)

- I also added a section at the end for all the author notes, cause it felt like a shame to cut them entirely even though they didn’t fit with the formatting of the chapters. They feel like an intrinsic part of the fanfic experience, and I always enjoy reading them alongside the story!

So yeah, that’s that! Incredibly happy with how it came together. I also highly recommend this fic to anyone who likes The Original Series — it’s brilliantly written and captures the characters’ voices perfectly. You can find it here :)

[scarletttries]

Sanji NSFW Alphabet (One Piece)

Pairing: Sanji (One Piece) x Reader

Rating: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 3.5k

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone that voted on what my next post should be, that was very fun and cute and I'll definitely have to do voting more often! Anyway, Sanji was the top comment and these alphabets were the top vote, so please enjoy and keep an eye out for the other options coming soon 💕

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

After the euphoric highs of being with you, Sanji needs a moment to come back to earth before he can say a single thing. He'll collapse beside you, clinging to your body and pulling you close as his eyes fix to the ceiling, needing to look away from you for a breath just so he can pull himself together and not get lost in your beauty all over again.

After a moment of still, in which he can feel his whole heart healing and a lifetime of fears washing away, he'll turn to you, and suddenly he'll be creating the most loving outpour you can imagine. He's prasing every inch of you, he's trying to verbalise the enormity of his appreciation for being this close to you, he's asking for notes so he can be a better lover for the next time if you should ever deign to honour him with your company again. He gets so out of breath in his endless praise and excitement that you might just have to kiss him to shut him up, but be careful you don't get him going all over again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sanji refuses to fight with his arms, so that his hands remain the remarkable tools that they are. Where once his favourite thing about them was their proficiency in the kitchen, now nothing brings him greater pride than using them to show you his adoration. He loves nothing more than interlacing his fingers through yours, whether you're out on the streets of some new island, or tangled up in sheets and crying out his name. He loves to see the effect even the lightest touches can have on you, and when he feels you twitch around his fingers when they're buried inside you, he knows he can die a happy man.

There's no part of you that Sanji doesn't think is the definition of perfection. You are by far the most beautiful being he's met in his life, and any time he lays a hand on you he feels like he has received a blessing from the heavens. That being said he does find his heart hammering especially hard in his chest whenever you have your legs exposed around the ship, and when you sit on the kitchen counter to keep him company you'll notice how quickly he gets distracted when he knows he could have his fingertips grazing over your thighs as he steps between them to capture your lips. Don't be surprised if he places a firm hand over your leg whenever you sit together, even though the anticipation of that simple touch is almost enough to knock the chef unconscious.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hopeless romantic Sanji would definitely worry about getting his cum on you, feeling like you are so far above him in every way that it would be wrong for someone as lowly as him to leave himself on or in you. It would be obvious how shy he felt about it about the first time you let him get that far, but with a little gentle encouragement he'd quickly lose hold of himself and end up spilling across your chest before he can think twice. Run your finger through his release and bring it to your lips and the connoisseur of all things delicious will almost spontaneously combust, not sure he's ever felt better about being your chef.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes when your clothes are still drying from laundry day, or they just aren't fitting right, you'll borrow one of Sanji's shirts to wander around the ship in. Unfortunately Sanji cannot control the effect that the sight of you in his clothes has on him, and immediately he'll be straining against his trousers, losing focus and begging you to consider putting something else on 'because you must be cold.' At first you're worried that he doesn't want you in his clothes, until he hurries you back into the cabin you share, awkwardly shuffling behind you until he can finally undo his belt, worried he might faint for the sheer rush of blood leaving his brain. Suddenly he's in adoration mode begging you to let him wear the shirt that has blessed your skin and promising to decorate you in a thousand kisses instead. If you sleep in one of his shirts, I guarantee he'll wear it all the next day just so your smell lingers in his senses all day long.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Sanji has been a lover for as long as he can remember, but you might be the first person he has ever actually pursued a relationship with, physical or otherwise. He would have a lot of enthusiasm and a keenness to learn exactly how to make you feel as special as you make him feel every day, but he wouldn't have the chance to put anything into practice before you came along. On the plus side the chef already knows how to handle things delicately, and how to devour a meal, so he's already most of the way there.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Sanji needs to see your face to get the most of your time together, the intensity of connecting with you this way being such an important part of sex for him. A classic for a reason, he'd love being in missionary with you, able to see your every reaction to his touch and grab your thighs to keep you close, leaning back on his knees or pulling your legs onto his shoulders to feel even more of you. Get on top of him, riding him Cowgirl style, and this man will completely short-circuit, not even able to string together a compliment as he fights to remain conscious, not wanting to miss a second of the incredible view of you bouncing on top of him, but worried he might pass away if he gets any more lightheaded.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sanji is definitely more of the intense romantic type. He might be a shameless flirt, but he doesn't take the act of having sex with someone lightly. He might let out the occasional euphoric giggle, and he'll plaster on a beaming smile if you laugh at one of his long winded compliments, but overall he's there for serious business, rather than goofing around.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Sanji likes to keep his appearance neat and tidy as a chef so he'd be very on top of any grooming and hygiene.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sanji is 100% head over heels in love with you, so you know he's going to be relishing every second of intimate connection you spent together. He takes the romantic side of sex very seriously; he wants every occasion that you're together to be as special as you make him feel, and wants you to be entirely focused on him for the duration. He'll adore taking the time to set the mood with a homemade dinner, candles, and ensuring a rare moment of calm in your complex lives.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's no secret Sanji is a bit of a lover boy, so it's no surprise that before you were his partner, he'd pass most of his nights enjoying his own company and thinking of you. The way you looked that day, the times you'd spoken to him, the noise you made when you took the first bite of a dessert he'd whipped up just for you - it's all a bit much for his romantic heart to bare, his teeth biting his tongue as he worked his length over for fear of crying out your name in earshot of the crew. Once the two of you are an item though, he prefers to avoid his solo time, and instead save every ounce of his stamina and lust for the times he finally gets you all to himself. Nothing his imagination has ever conjured is anywhere near as sweet as the reality of being in bed with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let's start with the most obvious one - definitely a food play kind of guy. He's whipping cream and melting chocolate and begging to decorate your body like the sumptuous dessert that you are, just so he can taste every inch of you over and over again.

There's also definitely a praise kink at play with Sanji, who will fall all over himself to impress you when you're telling him he's doing a good job, that he feels incredible, that he looks so sexy buried between your thighs. He'll definitely shower you with praise as well, every notable feature he describes only adding to his seemingly endless adoration for you.

This man would let you do absolutely anything to him anyway, but offer to blindfold him with his own tie and have your way with him, and he will practically spontaneously combust. And if you prefer the be one tied down, Sanji will drop to his knees and thank whatever deity gifted him with such a perfect partner. I promise he will realllly take his time with you, devouring you for hours and exploring every curve of your body like the work of art you are, until you have to beg him to let you rest.

L = Location (favourite places to do it)

Obviously the idyllic romance of your shared cabin upon the ship, curled up in bed together, is how Sanji enjoys your romantic encounters the most. But that doesn't mean sometimes he doesn't get carried away with you perched on the kitchen counter, the briefest kiss descending into unbridled passion with his hands frantically clawing your thighs apart so he can finally be inside of you.

When you're not out at sea, Sanji loves to find romantic spots to lead you to - a secluded island hot spring, a warm isolated beach, a beautiful wildflower meadow. He'll bring a picnic and blanket, but rest assured, you're the only thing he's interested in eating.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It's nearly impossible to find something you do that doesn't get Sanji going. Seeing you be good at your role on the crew, seeing you defend yourself or think quickly against an enemy, seeing you just going about the ship minding your own business. Obviously any time you smile at Sanji, or ask him the slightest question, this boy is ready to tear off his well-fitting shirt and offer himself to you for whatever would bring you joy. And when you sit on his lap, or keep him company in the kitchen, or eat something he's prepared and let out a satisfied hum - well that's when he becomes desperate to climb on top of you, manhood aching to make you feel as incredible as he feels around you.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Sanji is a very jealous partner, thanks to an undercurrent of insecurity and rejection that has plagued his life, so anything to do with sharing you is off the cards.

He also couldn't think of anything worse than doing something that would hurt you, handling you like a priceless artifact in the best way, and rarely using his full strength in bed if he can keep control.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think we all know Sanji would live and die for the chance to taste you. To feel you twitch against his tongue. To see your head tip back as the throes of ecstasy overtake you while he's working between your thighs. It's his heaven, his earth, and his everything in between. From the first time he gets to taste you, it's all he wants to do, often forgetting his own throbbing pleasure in favour of seeing if he can make you cum just one more time, living for the way you whimper out his name as he brings you to the edge again. You are the finest taste this world has to offer, and he will never take for granted that only his tongue gets to explore it.

A gentleman to his core, Sanji would be almost dismissive of your desire to go down on him. You'd have to catch him too far gone in his passionate euphoria to have any thoughts at all, but when your tongue first makes contact with his sensitive tip it's like his whole body melts into the world's happiest puddle. He'd make the absolute most pathetic noises, fighting to keep his eyes on you as they roll back into his skull with bliss. And seeing his release dripping from your lips as you lick them, that might just be enough to kill the poor chef, who is somehow already in heaven.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sanji definitely prefers to savour every second with you, taking things slowly and gently, building the sensation by worshipping your body before gradually getting to the main event. Just like in the kitchen, he doesn't like to be rushed, and he knows you achieve the best results with a delicate touch.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sanji's not the type to try and squeeze in a quickie, given he wants to make the most out of every opportunity to explore your body. That being said, if you can't keep your hands off him and are the one to make a move, he'll happily give you everything you want, exactly how you want it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

You are by far the most precious and important part of Sanji's life, so it's safe to say he's not going to be keen to do anything risky with you. He knows the fear of losing you in battle, he constantly frets that you'll find a reason to leave him, realising how far above him you are, and so his mission in life is your joy and safety. He'll experiment in the bedroom with new positions and any kinks you might want to explore, but honestly as long as you're happy, Sanji is the most content individual on all the seas.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

We've seen Sanji in battle and know he's a master of strength and endurance, but given how quickly he crumbles to his knees at the mere brush of your hand, I'm not sure that would apply in the bedroom. The gorgeous blonde would be fighting for his life from the moment he slipped into your warm, soft, wet core. Over time he'd get a little better at containing himself, but thankfully even when he's done for, it barely takes him a minute to recover and be ready for another round, and usually by then he'll have spent the better part of the day going down on you before he ends up inside you, so you really don't need to worry about your satisfaction.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If toys exist in the one piece universe, then you can bet Sanji not only has them, but would take an endless amount of pleasure in using them on you. Maybe with your hands bound above your head with his tie, or just as a little extra stimulation to make sure you're having the best possible experience with him. And if there's a little shop selling toys on an island where you stop, Sanji will practically faint walking around it with you and looking for something new.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sanji is so much fun to tease, because he has absolutely no poker face about how desperate he is for you. No amount of pride will stop him from begging you to finally use him if you've been working him up all day, and if you decide to grind your hips over his lap at a leisurely pace, Sanji will be in tears begging for you to bless him with the sweet gift of release.

On the other hand, Sanji doesn't consider himself a tease, thinking he was put on this earth just to tend to your every whim. However, when he starts showering you with kisses and praise as he insists on focusing on your pleasure, he is inadvertently the best tease. He knows exactly how to make your pleasure as perfect as possible, so if you ask him to speed up or to finally fuck you, he's going to insist that you trust him because knows how to give you the release you deserve, and he won't comprimise on your pleasure. Unfortunately he's always right, so you're never going to get him to stop.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sanji isn't going to be letting out loud echoing moans, his lips are too busy running a mile a minute with compliments for every inch of your body, inside and out. Sometimes he trips over his words or they come out in a desperate whimper when you just feel too good for him to keep in control of himself. And when you tease him, or even just give him a subtle smile to let him know what you want to do when you get him alone, well then the poor guy turns into a whining mess, practically frozen with his brain malfunctioning, unable to make any sound except the tiniest 'please'.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for this character)

Sanji is 100% a crier in the bedroom. He gets so swept up in the romance of it all, the depth of his feelings for you, the kindness and love that you show him, how he's never felt anything so lovely (physically or emotionally) and it would all just be too much. From the moment he's slowly plunging inside you, to him lying awestruck beside you in the afterglow, there's tears welling up in his eyes and falling across his cheeks in beautiful lines. It might be a little confusing the first time, but as you look into his expression of sheer devotion, running your thumb across his cheek as he croaks out how much he loves you for the thousandth time today, you'll come to appreciate his emotional exterior and openness with you.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Sanji has a more slight build despite being very muscular, so he's probably more on the average size, and his practiced chef's hands really add to the sensation.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If you looked up Yearning in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of Sanji. From the day your paths crossed, he'd think of little else but your lips, your body, your voice. Everything you do is the height of beauty, and he can't help but be very affected by your every move. Every smile you throw his way tugs on his heartstrings and send warmth fluttering all the way down his torso.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Sanji would definitely be awake for a while afterwards, recounting your every perfect expression and noise, fishing for praise on his performance, and generally pouring his mended heart out to you. The afterglow of it all is just as beautiful and meaningful to Sanji as any other part of your intimacy, and he'd cherish getting to run his fingers through your hair and hold you close as you gradually drifted off. You might occasionally feel a teardrop land on your cheek as Sanji wishes he could somehow capture these perfect moments in time and keep them with him everywhere he goes, sweet echoes of his voice whispering 'thank you' and 'i love you' inevitably finding their way into your dreams, as he lives out his.

[leyavo]

Johnny Mactavish dating someone that grew up in a cult…

You’re now in your mid twenties, left it behind nearly a decade ago, so you’ve experienced the extremes of life like sex and alcohol.

It’s the little things that catch you off guard though.

Johnny quoting a classic film from the eighties or finding some toy, you have no idea what it is.

Diehard is a Christmas film, he will not debate it.

So Johnny educates you on the classics he grew up with, makes you wait to watch them when he’s home with you. All so he can see your reactions, he’d love to watch them for the first time again and he can through you.

You watch E.T and you’re silent the whole time. It’s what makes you question if aliens are real and Johnny’s “not been to space, maybe.” Doesn’t help. He makes a note not to show you Aliens movie series yet, ease you in.

Refuses to show you horror films, convinced you’ll be looking for whatever monsters are on the screen in real life. Plus he doesn’t want to scare you.

The goonies becomes your favourite one, you watch it for three months straight.

Technology didn’t interest you before, but Johnny says it’s good to keep up with it. Teaches you how to use a computer and even buys you a laptop.

You were a bit stuck in your ways before you met Johnny, not bothered with buying a tv or using much technology (too much choice and specs to understand, really overwhelming).

Ignorance is bliss, you have so much information at your fingertips now. Johnny can hear your hurried taps on the computer keyboard. He even has a good chuckle at the search history.

What is a ufo? Rubick cube instruction? What is a computer virus? What is a pog? Is E.T based on a true story?

There wasn’t a tv in your home growing up, so you’re comfortable reading books more. Johnny, however gets you some second hand smutty books with the people kissing on the cover. You send him cringy quotes when he’s away and he looks forward to reading them.

Johnny’s favourite thing is how you misquote things all the time in your excitement, but he goes along with it.

He loves how you made a chocolate cake after watching Matilda one day when it was on the tv. The first movie you randomly watched by yourself and one you chose to like. Something not influenced by him. Felt sick as a dog trying to eat it in one sitting with you though. “Bruce did it all by himself,” you frowned. And Johnny can’t let you down now.

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[mooonjin]

A Different Kind of Tip

Pairing: f!cam girl x perverted older man!König 

Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - written in third person!!, mentions of squirting, ass play, cum, m and f masturbation, use of 'master', 20s college cam girl and 40s könig, bunny outfit, toy play (phallic, butt plug), brief nipple play — tell me if I've missed anything!

The introverted older man found excitement locked up in his bedroom, being able to thirst like a pervert over girls who showed themselves off online. Especially her. This young, gorgeous college bunny. She was the star of his favourite website, the one that kept his lonely nights company.

"What a beautiful girl..." He stared intently at the blue, illuminating screen of his laptop, surrounded by the musky scent of old books and the faint smell of his stale cigar. His eyes were glued to the glowing laptop screen, with a young woman in a bunny costume. The oversized ears perched atop her head bobbed as she giggled.

He felt a stirring in his stomach that he hadn't felt in years. König leaned closer, watching as she began to unbutton her fluffy pink dress, revealing skin that seemed to glow under the artificial light. Once it was fully removed, he could see a pink bow that acted as a bra, encasing a white lace that covered her perky tits.

"Take it off," he growled to himself, his voice deeper than he had intended. "Let me see those sweet tits."

She winked and blew a kiss to the camera. He felt it land on his cheek like a feather. His hand found its way to his pants, and he began to stroke himself slowly, matching her rhythm on the screen. On the screen, she slipped out of the dress, leaving the skimpy bunny outfit that left little to the imagination.

She reached behind and unclasped the bow, letting it drop to the floor. The flimsy fabric of her costume barely contained her tits so he could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the material, "Come on," he muttered, his voice strained. "Take it all off." His hand was a blur now, his pulse racing in time with the rhythm of his strokes.

She took her sweet time, playing with the bow tie that held her top together. Each tug and twirl made his breath catch in his throat. König felt like a teenager again, eager and desperate for the reveal.

kkcod_217, his online presence, donated $10 her way, hoping that the tip would encourage her to drop that bow. His hand grew more insistent, his grip tightening around his cock as he anticipated the moment she'd free her breasts.

Finally, with a dramatic flourish, she removed the bow, letting her breasts bounce free. The sight of her erect nipples made his mouth water. He stroked faster, his eyes glued to her perfect form. Her fingers played with her nipples, pinching and twirling them until they were hard. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. It was no doubt the entirety of the chat went wild over the reveal. As always.

She bit her bottom lip and leaned in closer to the camera, giving the viewers a better view of her body, "Is this what you want, pervs?" she purred, her voice like silk over his ears.

She slid her hand down over her stomach, the camera following every movement. His eyes trailed after it, eager for the grand finale. As she reached the waistband of her skimpy bottoms, she paused, looking directly into the camera with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Other users in the chat began to tip up to $15, also just as eager as König to see more.

The zipper on the side of the bunny costume went down with a tantalizingly, slow zzzip. His eyes widened as she revealed matching pink panties, a scrap of fabric that barely covered her sex. The wetness was already visible through the material and he felt his cock throb in response.

With a wiggle of her hips, the panties dropped to the floor, leaving her completely naked. His hand worked furiously now, his strokes punctuated by his gasps.

 König leaned in even closer, his nose almost touching the screen. He could almost feel the heat of her pussy, though most likely blinded by the actual heat of his laptop.

He was clutching his already hard cock beneath his desk, watching her tease her bunny cunt with one of her fatter pairs of dildo's. König always preferred the bigger sizes. It lets him know that she's able to take dick around his size.

She gently eased the tip of the thick pink phallic into her hole, preparing herself. König was an impatient man, having already tipped $20 with a message along the lines of 'put it in already'.

The man's eyes narrowed as her fingers wrapped around the base of the dildo. He watched as she parted her legs, revealing the tight, bunny tail butt plug already lodged within her. The plug twitched slightly with each shallow thrust.

König stroked his fat cock to the lewd sight. He needed to pound and destroy this cute girl in his own bed. The sound of her wetness filling the room.

She finally addressed the camera, "Should I go deeper?" she cooed, her voice a sweet melody that sent shivers down his spine. She was more than fit enough to take the dildo but... she had to be entertaining.

He felt frustration as he watched her toy with the thick, pink dildo. The anticipation was unbearable. His hand moved faster, stroking his erection. What a whore, he thought. Her fan base had grown substantially since she started this gig. She'd discovered early on that the key to success was keeping them guessing, keeping them on the edge of their seats. So, she danced around the topic, letting them think they could control her with their tips.

kkcod _217 tipped $55 - 'shove it in cute bunny'

He watched his donation softly ring out on the screen, catching the attention of her doe eyes.

"Mmm... should I? I don't know..." she whined, only pushing the dildo in past the tip before stopping.

With a furious tap on his keyboard, he sent another $70 her way, his message clear: "I would've railed that dick so deep in you by now." He watched as the notification popped up on her end of the screen.

She bit her bottom lip, considering the words of this anonymous user, the dildo hovering just outside her pussy.

Finally, with a sigh, she lowered the toy, pressing its tip against her entrance. König's eyes widened, his pulse quickening as he watched her push it in. The sight of her stretching around the thick shaft was almost too much to bear.

He wished it was his cock invading her, not a mere silicone stand-in. The plug in her ass wiggled as she took the dildo deeper, and she let out a gasp that was music to his ears. He stroked himself faster.

"I'm just a little college bunny," she giggled, pushing the dildo in another inch. "Maybe I need some more... encouragement."

Her cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink and her eyes sparkled with mischief. She knew exactly what to say to get the tips rolling in and kkcod_217 was always eager to indulge her. He loved watching her squirm and beg, loved the way her tits bounced in that tight bunny costume every time she took another dollar's worth of silicon dick.

The tip notifications chimed in rapid succession as he typed in another message, along with an $90 tip, "Show us that tight little asshole, bunny. Make it gape."

Her smile grew wider, a glint of excitement in her eyes. She reached behind her, gripping the base of the plug and pulled it out with an obscene pop. The camera zoomed in on the pert hole, glistening with lube.

"Thank you for the tips Getnasty 007, cuntishcoutoure, laufto69, and kkcod_217."

She pushed the plug back in with a sigh of pleasure, making sure to keep her eyes on the camera. The sight of her, dressed up like that, was too much for him. He couldn't get enough of the age difference between the two of them. She, a young, carefree college student, and him, a man who had seen enough of the world to know what he liked and wasn't afraid to pay for it.

He watched as she slammed the dildo into her cunt, the sound of it smacking against her flesh echoing through his quiet room. The chat exploded with lewd comments, each one fueling the fire in his belly. He knew she was just acting, playing the part of the coy, eager-to-please slut for the camera.

But before he could come, her eyes flitted directly into the camera with a knowing smile, "Someone wants to see master's little bunny hoe get fucked hard, huh?"

König watched as she began to fuck herself harder, the dildo disappearing into her with each push. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade that matched the glow of the room. Her eyes rolled back, a silent yelp of pleasure that made his own cock throb with envy.

He sent another tip, this one for $100. The number was bold, a declaration of his perverted love. "Fuck yourself like the little slut you are," he typed, his heart racing as he awaited her reaction.

She began to moan louder, her cries bouncing off the walls of his small room. The dildo was buried to the hilt now, her pussy gripping it tightly with every thrust. Her hand moved to her clit, teasing the sensitive bud with feather-light touches.

He could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening with each stroke. She was lost in her own world, his little bunny to 'fuck' whenever he desired. He stroked faster, his mind racing with images of her squirting all over his bed, begging for his cum.

As she reached the peak of her pleasure, her pussy clenching around the dildo in spasms of ecstasy. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his seed spurting onto the desk in a hot, sticky mess. His vision swam, the room spinning as he rode the waves of his climax. 

König knew he would need to fill that void with the only thing that brought him true satisfaction: watching her and making her his own personal cam whore. The man closed his laptop with a sigh, already anticipating the next stream with the college bunny who had captured his heart and corrupted his soul.

Notes: i always give him nasty smut :)

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[adiadagaki]

babyfever!satoru virtually combusts when you get the OK to bring your son home, the baby carrier in his hand a new beginning, one he owed to you.

babyfever!satoru has all of your presents waiting for you when you get home, and he most certainly went overboard but he has no apologies, there was nothing you didn’t deserve after giving birth to a literal human being.

babyfever!satoru is first to get up when you or your son need anything, the man has springs in his feet and not a complaint in his body.

babyfever!satoru goes above and beyond.

“Toru, he is due a feeding, can you-”

The atoms in the air shift, a brief wave of nausea hitting you as your surroundings blur. You are back home. In your living room.

Looking behind you, you see Satoru fluffing a pillow, your favourite snack and drink on the coffee table and the show you are currently watching playing on the TV.

“Can I get you anything else sweets?”

babyfever!satoru is obsessed with your boobs ever since you started lactating, this man has a greedy mouth and he isn’t ashamed of it at all. He nips, bites, kisses, sucks until your breasts are marked up and so sensitive the lightest brush of air makes you flinch.

babyfever!satoru doesn’t let anybody babysit your baby, and that means no one. He doesn’t care how long he has known them, worked with them or even if they have saved his own ass, he trusts no one with his babies life, but you his perfect little wife.

babyfever!satoru takes time off work for the first 6 months of your sons life, only to become a house husband because you were excited to return to work, and whatever wifey wants wifey gets (he made you go down to part time, but hey is he a monster for wanting his family around 24/7?)

babyfever!satoru is thankful for the life you have gifted to him every day and he will never stop showing you just how much he loves you for blessing him with this life.

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[fakeboypuppygirl]

You didn’t think too much of it when your girlfriend moved in and wanted to do a little remodelling to the house your grandparents had left you. It was a little dated but you both liked the rustic style and she could more than easily afford to get the few bits of work done that she wanted. It was also a good excuse for you to have the hooks installed around the place so she had multiple options for restraining you in every room and in any conceivable position. Which you definitely liked the sound of. You didn’t notice the cameras she had put in every single room without a blind spot anywhere though.

She made fast work of making sure the hooks were all well placed and the ones that needed too would easily take your weight. You felt like you had been tied and hung in every way imaginable over the course of that first week. Your favourite so far was being hung by your waist in the bedroom however, you liked the sensation of your breasts that you so carefully concealed all day hanging and swinging while she fucked your tight pussy, telling you what a good girl you were for her. You hadn’t realised how much being misgendered and forcefully feminised would turn you on but it sure did. The mix of feelings you got from it was so powerful it felt like your brain would melt and start dripping away like your cunt.

You’d put your jeans on, packed and were just adjusting your binder under your shirt while waiting for your friends to come over for a few drinks while watching your favourite show that evening. Your girlfriend had gotten some snacks ready, you usually did all the cooking and cleaning, acts of service was something she really enjoyed from you after all. And you liked how fuzzy your brain went when she told you that you’d make a good housewife.

You’re all sat down together, enjoying a few drinks and snacks when the show finishes. You head to the bathroom, you haven’t had much to drink but your heads spinning like you’d had four times as much. You think a quick piss will help, making sure to lock the door just in case. You haven’t told anyone there that you’re trans and you’d like to keep it that way. You know they’d be chill because your girlfriend is and they know that but you just feel like you should have told them sooner and it would be too awkward now.

You come back and immediately feel everyone’s eyes on you.

“Welcome back Lilly.” One of the sneers at you.

How the hell did he know your birth name? You ask yourself but you see the coffee table, seeing your birth certificate there gives you a shock. But not as much as when you see the TV and realise the videos being shown are CCTV footage of everything your girlfriend has done to you over the last week.

Your heads spinning more now and you can’t take it in.

“Oh Lilly I thought it would be a good idea to show your friends what a good girl you are for me, and then I thought I’d better show them some proof it wasn’t AI generated so I got your birth certificate out. But just in case they aren’t convinced…” she smirks as she rips off your buttoned shirt and pulls off your binder so your more than ample breasts fall out.

Your friends get up and start groping at your breasts when one puts his head down your pants just to discover your soaked pussy.

Your girlfriend helps you lie down on the sofa as she pulls off your jeans and boxers for everyone to have better access to you as they pump their hands on their dicks.

“Good job I put a few pills in your beer, you won’t remember this but I’ll show you the video tomorrow.” She laughs as she sits back to watch the show.

[amor-godess-of-love]

So we know that Scarecrow probably puts flyers around city with like "Help with testing new medication for 30$" targeted towards homeless population of Gotham. After all they are like perfect test subjects, a lot of interesting fears they got from living on the streets, no one will notice if they gone and there is a lot of them.

Jonathan doesn't feel any regret in testing his fear toxin on them after all, they agreed to it. So he tests his new toxin, notes the reactions, gives them they promised 30$ and send them on their way.

Even if cruel, most homeless actually don't mind, it's easy money even if they had to witness they worst fear. Hell Jonathan even chats with them sometimes, even addresses the regular visitors by names.

But there is also fact that not only homeless lived in streets of Gotham. Street orphans also find the flyers around the city and sometimes they actually come to tests, because they need money.

I can imagine like first time Jonathan was faced with this sytuation was like there was group of homeless with a orphan with them. When ask they just say the boy is a orphan they taka care of. It's nothing surprising, it's common think in Gotham. But still while Scarecrow will definitely test on this group, he doesn't feel comfortable testing his fear toxin on the little boy.

Instead when it's boys turn, Jonathan just ask boy about his fears and where does it think he got them. Maybe expose him to like spiders, mice, cockroaches and other common feared animals he has. I also imigine him just talking to boy and finding out that he will spend this money on food, but also maybe he will go to bookshop and buy a used comic from his favourite series. Boy would confess that reading comics and imagining himself as the protagonist helps him forget about hardships even if only for little while.

And if there is one thing Jonathan Crane knows about it's feeling of being hungry little boy who only finds relief from pain in his beloved books.

He ask boy for name of his favourite series and when he get's ready to test fear toxin on few other homeless left, he send one of his henchman to buy all issue in the series store has. As he gives money for "helping" with his medicine. He also gives boy the comics along with the 30$.

So now all henchman are ready when there is a orphan that come for the tests. While Jonathan doesn't used fear toxin on those orphans he does ask them about they fears and maybe shows them like spider to see they reaction. But he also talks with those children, learning about them and also finding what they interested in. Often having now stock of children books for this reason. But Jonathan also sometimes find children who need money because of they abusive household. Children usually find they families well behaved after they visit Jonathan, as if someone scared they guardians half to death into behaving decently for child sake.

While some might find strange that Jonathan actually pays homeless money he promised. Jonathan understands that you just don't mess with people who had nothing to lose, beside, because of this most looks away when he commits crime and never snitch on him to GCPD. While he isn't going to test his fear toxin on children too, he will study they fears, but still he is very kind about it. Most often then not the orphans he helped end up snitching some information they overheard to him.

So Scarecrow, knows what it's like to be poor, but also how to turn those poor souls against his enemies and most importantly rich people.