#ꔛ xixi writes

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— BLUEBERRY SHORTCAKE: sanji x reader

ᥫ cw: none ᥫ wc: 685 ★ happy birthday my silly baka boyfriend ... happy birthday my husband, my number one ... sanji day ... sanji dayyyy ⌒°(❛ᴗ❛)°⌒ (we all pretend like it's not 11:00 pm march 3 for xixi) cross posted on ao3

— A COOK’S LIFE WAS TEDIOUS.

[♡]: everyday sanji would get up piss early in the morning and head to the kitchen just to get a head start on prep. it was a routine he’s long practiced ever since he started working at the baratie, one he’s come to adjust since being the cook of the strawhats. it was tedious, tremendously so; too much work for what seemed to be so little time. but being a cook came with rewards. and being the cook for the strawhat pirates came with you.

THE SKY WAS DARK, MOON LOW WITH STARS STILL lingering in the sky. Five in the morning, just a little before sunrise, exactly when Sanji would wake up to prepare for his day.

Far before the rest of the crew would be awake, the Strawhat’s chef would get up, yawn and stretch before sleepily dragging himself to the kitchen. It was a tedious routine, especially since Sanji spends majority of the night preparing and cleaning the kitchen, but it was a routine Sanji had gotten used to over the years. But you? He knew you liked to stay up late (from those times you stayed with him in the kitchen and watched him work) and he knew you liked to sleep in (from those times he had to save you a plate of breakfast before Luffy finished everything). You had a different routine, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it’s definitely something puzzling since it’s five in the morning and you’re already in the kitchen.

Not all the lights are on, just the shine of the overhead light, the dim glow of the oven, and the cracks of leftover moonlight through the galley windows. You’re on the counter sitting on a barstool with your head tucked between your crossed arms, soft, muffled snores come from where you sit, so it’s safe for Sanji to say you’re fast asleep.

Carefully and quietly, he makes his way over to you, a confused look on his face as he shrugs off his coat to drape over your shoulders as he examines the scene. The oven is on, it’s one of the first things he noticed, and you’re careful enough not to just leave it on, so he knows there’s probably something inside. Next to you is a mixing bowl filled with what looks like batter, but it’s a bit too thin so he figures something might’ve been off with how it was made. Beside the mixing bowl are various other baking equipment, piping bags stuffed with frosting, spatulas coated with batter, a measuring cup still half-full with milk. Sanji notices an open book next to them, curious he picks it up and examines the title. The Ultimate Baking Cookbook: for beginners. He flips to the open page. Blueberry shortcake.

“Hm? Sanji?” Your voice cuts through the soft sounds of the waves crashing against the ship. In an instant his attention is on you.

Sanji sets the cookbook down and places a gentle hand on your back as you lift your head slightly, enough just to see him. He smiles warmly at you, hand instinctively rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re up early,” Sanji says playfully, moving to brush stray strands of hair away from your face.

You stifle a yawn. “Wanted to make something.” Your voice is laced with sleep still, it makes the room feel so warm and Sanji feel so domestic, so intimate.

The hand on your back moves to pet your head. “Make something? Sweetheart, if you were hungry, you could’ve just called me. I would’ve cooked something for you—” He cuts himself off when you shake your head.

“Wanted to make something for you, Sanji,” you clarified, shifting your head so it’s laid on the side. In your eyes, Sanji sees the reflection of the dim lights, as if even the moon craves to have your attention. But in your eyes you just see him and the pretty way he’s looking at you so tenderly.

Before Sanji can ask, the oven dings. You sit up, eyeing Sanji with a playful glint reflecting amidst the moonlight. On instinct, Sanji moves to open it, slipping oven mitts over each hand before carefully pulling out whatever was inside. Heat expels from the oven, contrasting the chill of the early morning. He finds he’s pulled out a round cake tin, its sides lined with baking paper for a browned, slightly uneven, freshly baked cake to sit in. Blue eyes shift from the cake back to you, and it’s impossible not to reciprocate the wide smile on your face as you look at him.

“Happy birthday, Sanji.”

[withlove-xixi]

— SPENDING SPREE: sylus x reader

ᥫ cw: sugar daddy sylus .. or at least, he's trying to be ᥫ wc: 817 ★ probably not the first person to have written something like this w sylus but ... but i want him so badly ... cross posted on ao3

— IT ALL STARTED AS A TREAT.

[♡]: “here, sweetie,” he had said as he handed you his credit card, “get yourself something nice.” and you did get yourself something nice, a couple of different pastries that had gone on sale and a cold drink since it had been hot when you went out. though, sylus decides that’s far from enough.

IT STARTED OUT SMALL, REALLY SMALL. Simple things like treating you out to lunch whenever you two went out, always having your favorite snacks and drinks when you’d come over the base. Then things quickly started to escalate.

It went exactly downhill when he had simply handed you his credit card, smirking as he busied himself with paperwork and waved you off, suggesting you treat yourself to something nice when you go out to run some minor errands. And you, somewhat skeptical from his sudden show of trust, hesitantly take the card from between his fingers and tuck it safely into your wallet.

Now, Sylus has fully expected you to go all out, after all, he knew you were well-aware of his wealth and his willingness to do anything for you; no matter what you wanted, Sylus would make sure it was handed to you on a silver platter within the next five minutes. Safe to say he was a little disappointed when you had come back to the base with a bagful of assorted pastries, a half-empty drink in your hand and a satisfied smile on your face.

“Is this… that something sweet I had told you to treat yourself too…?” He asks as you sit yourself on his desk, nodding with a wide grin on your face.

“I got bread!” You announced cheerfully, digging through the plastic bag to show off your spoils.

“You got… bread…” Sylus repeats incredulously. His hands instinctively rest on your thighs as he rolls his chair closer to you.

“They were on sale too since it was midday, so I ended up buying a lot so it’d be worth it!” You say, pulling out one of the pastries packaged in plastic with cute animals on them.

“On… sale…” He repeats again, eye twitching slightly as he stares at the marked down price tag stuck on the packaging.

“Mhm!” You hum, oblivious to your boyfriend’s annoyance. “Look, this one’s shaped like a bear—”

“This is nice and all, sweetie, but was this all you got?” He asks, caressing the skin of your thighs as you blink at him.

“Hm? Oh, no.” And for a split second Sylus is hopeful. “I got this drink too since it was hot outside.” And just like that Sylus is back to being mildly annoyed.

Honestly, some part of him told him he should’ve expected this. You were never one to spend much, be it your money or his. Sylus isn’t all that sure if it’s because there just wasn’t much you desired or if it was simply because you didn’t like spending money, but either way, every instance he’s had the chance to offer to pay for your things, to buy that bag that been sitting in your cart on a tab left open for months now, to get you that book you had been wanting to read, to take you on lavish trips to the places you had only been dreaming of going, but you’ve shut him down every time. It was always a “maybe next time, Sy” or “I’d feel bad though” or “well, yeah, the bag is cute, but I don’t really want it, it was just on sale so I added it to my cart.” Sylus had thought that maybe giving you the liberty to spend his money on your own as you please would finally get you to loosen up a bit when it came to spending, but as you pull out a loaf of milk bread from the plastic bag with a content look on your face makes him think maybe it would take a bit more than that to properly encourage you.

“Sweetie,” he calls gently, pulling your attention away from the bread and pastries you had been pulling out of the plastic and arranging neatly on his desk. “I’m glad you’re happy with what you’ve gotten, but is that really all you want? Did you not want anything else?”

You hum for a bit, thinking back to the shops you had passed by and all the things you had seen, but inevitably you shake your head, pouting slightly. “Hm, no, the bread was it.” You reply softly. “Why? Is something wrong?”

Sylus sighs softly and shakes his head. “No, nothing’s wrong, kitten. I’m… just curious. If there was anything in the world you could get, what would it be?”

“Anything?” You ask and he nods. “Without any consequences…?” You ask again and he nods a bit more enthusiastically.

Sylus lets you think for a moment, fingers tracing patterns on your thighs as you look around the room, searching for your answer. His lips twitch, ready to smile because he thinks he’s finally cracked the code.

“Well… there was a tiramisu cake at the bakery earlier…”

Maybe it wasn’t that you didn’t like spending or didn’t have much you wanted… maybe… maybe you just liked things like bread.

[withlove-xixi]

— CHILCHUCK NSFW THOUGHTS: chilchuck x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, petnames, bondage kink (mentioned) ★ i need to take a break from work and just talk about my silly chilchuck nsfw headcanons and thoughts or i just might explode sooner or later... (plus everything is really messy lol, i might write these better in a proper fic >0<) — MINORS DNI! —

i think chilchuck is dominant during sex, there's just something about his work ethic that makes him feel very .. goal-orientated, you know? he knows what he wants and he knows how to get what he wants. he knows exactly what to do to get you riled up, to move pieces on a chessboard until you're cornered, check and mate. that being said, i think he's a bit of a tease too. he cant help it, he'd justify to you and himself, you're just too cute. it was something about the way you looked, a pathetic expression with teary, pleading eyes, mouth just slightly ajar, hot breath heaving out of it, brows all scrunched up like you're trying really really hard to think straight; or it might've been something with how your body reacts, the twitch and jolt of when he runs his ungloved hand down your spine in such a feather-light touch, the way your back would arc (as if instinctively, which drove him almost mad) whenever his fingers would ghost over the most sensitive parts of your body: or really it might've been the way you sounded when he'd finally come around to do something more tangible, the hot and damp breaths that'd hit his skin when he has you pinned against the bed, the small whimpers when he'd intentionally slow down his pace just to tease you a bit more, the soft, honeyed, pleading way you'd call for his name. oh, this man is mean. never anything serious, and never anything as far as degradation (in fact, i think he'd be the type to shower you with praise and sweet promises), but he really is mean. he'd tease verbally (because, of course he would). he'd coo at you when you whine, a playful jab at your impatience as he moves to gently caress you with one hand as the other gingerly rubs against where you want him the most. he'd call you all sorts of names too, anything sweet to match how you are. "darling" and "sweetheart" are his favorites (though there are some petnames he'd keep out of bed, like "pumpkin" or "sunshine"). chilchuck loves telling you what a good job you're doing too .. taking him so well, being so good for him. it slips out so casually too, you don't even think he realizes he's saying all that. but praise from chilchuck is never half-meant. if he tells you you're being good for him, then you really are. he'd get all handsy with you but keep his touch light, almost as if there were no pressure against you at all. he's precise with his hands like that, a gift he's earn from his years working on locks. though when all is said and done, i think chilchuck values intimacy a lot during sex. it's never just an act to him or just for fun, some part of him is always going to find some semblance of sacredness in love making. he'd always make sure you're fine, comfortable, and enjoying yourself. as emotionally stunted as he is, he can never bring himself to just .. fuck around for fun. even on the extremely rare occasions he finds himself waking up naked in a stranger's bed, he could never really leave them at that. there'd be breakfast, small talk, anything to let them know he cares (though i find he'd be ... awkward about it .. not because of the situation, he's just like that) but with his age... he's .. not very open with trying new things. if he were a bit younger sure, he can't deny he's thought about those things before, and he really can't deny that the thought of you tied up or restrained hasn't crossed his mind a couple of times. but to him, it feels like a bit too much work, he's fine with having you breathless and writhing beneath him. though if you were the one to suggest something he'd been thinking of, then who was he to deny you? (though expect some form of .. faux resistance. he'd try to save face after all, despite his very obvious flushed face)

[withlove-xixi]

idk if youre taking requests for one piece but if you are can i request for zoro with an s/o who moves around a lot in their sleep? thank you so much!

— ZORO THOUGHTS: zoro x reader who moves in their sleep

ᥫ cw: none ★ HAI ANONIE!! i love this idea so much omg ?!@#?? thank yew for the req eheheheh!!!

ah, god's sleepiest soldier, roronoa zoro... it's amazing that the man can sleep anywhere at anytime, it's scary almost. it's like he could sleep through the worst of storms and earthquakes. but he's a very still sleeper. he hardly moves to the point you'd think he was dead... the most he moves is a slight, very occasional tousle around, a short roll to his side as he searches for something to hold onto in his sleep. he's found that something to be you, god's second sleepiest soldier. at first people thought you were a good match for each other, two people who could match each other's sleep, if you will. but then the crew realized that you .. are a very messy sleeper. they could watch you go to sleep laying straight on your back with your arms on either side of you and could wake up seeing you half-splayed across the floor.

they were worried at first if anything. zoro was a cuddler, while he didnt necessarily need to hold onto something at night, it was something he preferred. so when you became his preferred thing to cling onto as he slept, the crew was worried you might've somehow pushed zoro off his hammock, or maybe zoro's patience would've quickly run thin and you two would have some sort of fight.

really, it was the exact opposite. see, on top of zoro being a very still sleeper, he's a very heavy sleeper too. it doesnt matter how much you squirm or wiggle around in your sleep, zoro is NOT waking up lmao. besides that, zoro's got a sort of iron grip on you once he falls asleep, arms strong enough to keep you somewhat in place as you two slept. if he's got his arms wrapped around your waist then that's the only part of you that stays still, you'd bend and roll around as much as you can, but zoro's going to have you glued to him someway somehow.

though, it does get a bit annoying, for zoro at least. one time he woke up to find you had somehow flipped over with your feet to his face, he has no idea how you did it and neither do you tbh. it's another reason why he holds you so close when you sleep. it's somewhat evolved to the point where zoro pulls you on top of him when you two sleep. again he doesnt mind the squirming but he wouldnt want you to wake up in a strange position lol

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— SWEET TOOTH: portgas d. ace x reader

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN: FACESITTING ᥫ cw: nsfw, facesitting, oral sex ᥫ wc: 1129 ★ erm . this prompt was meant for kiryu but i couldnt figure out how to do it, so we are getting ace instead yipee cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— ACE LIKED ALL SORTS OF FOOD.

[♡]: he wasn’t quite a picky eater at all and he was always willing to try new things. the things he wouldn’t eat were a small dwindle of a handful of things, but even then he’d eat the if they were prepared right. ace didn’t have preferences, well, that is except his sweet tooth for you.

WHEN ACE FIRST ASKED YOU TO SIT ON HIS FACE, he knew you were hesitant. For starters, you had never done this before. Though it was far from the first time Ace would eat you out, you couldn’t help but be nervous. Sure, you’ve heard couples doing these things but you never thought to actually try it. You weren’t quite sure how it went and all the more you were unsure how it would go. Despite being more or less willing to try all of Ace’s requests when it came to your sex life, every time he suggested something you couldn’t help but be just a bit nervous about it. It was natural to be wary of new things after all. But you trusted Ace, and really, sitting on his face seemed harmless enough.

“S’okay, baby, I can take it. Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” he had said reassuringly with a cheeky grin. “‘Sides, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, yeah? I’ll tell ya if it’s too much.”

Still there was some hesitation on your part, but you agree regardless, admittedly a bit curious on how things would go. So there you were, Ace’s face lay directly beneath you while you sat on your knees above him. Looking down, you can see the way he eyes you hungrily, tracing over the space between your thighs with such intense want it makes you shiver and clench instinctively. He licks his lips in anticipation, big hands resting on either of your thighs, rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

Your lip quivers at the sight of him, the way his lips are slightly parted, the way the edge of his hot breath fans against your skin, the way his eyes aren’t even looking back at yours, just tunnel visioning on your sex, eager to taste it. You swallow nervously, waiting for Ace to move, to say something. But instead he stays still, he stays quiet. The only noise from him is his deep breathing, it sounds like he’s panting. And the only movement from him is the twitch of his fingers, the steady drum of them against your skin.

It takes a bit for it to click that he was waiting for you. The realization only set you a bit more on edge because you had been waiting for him. And really you thought that this proximity was enough, that Ace would meet you halfway. But you supposed you weren’t really sitting so much as you were somewhat awkwardly hovering over him. With mustered scraps of courage, your hands find support in the headboard of the bed as you shakily lower yourself, just slightly to test the waters and see how low you can actually get.

Ace’s breath hitches when you move, and you hear the soft sound of him squirming around beneath you. It’s enough to encourage you to go a bit lower, lower and lower until you feel his nose brush against you. You jolt at the sudden touch, a shiver running up your spine at the realization he was way nearer than you anticipated. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, his grip on you tightening in an almost desperate way.

“Baby…” Ace pleas, breathily, dreamily. His hands travel from the sides of your thighs to your hips.

Then suddenly, you’re pulled downward, strong hands pressing you flush against his face. He straight up moans at the contact, not wasting a second to start licking and sucking away at your warmth. It takes you a second to recover from your initial shock, the sudden electric shock that tingles all over your body when his tongue laps over your hole with gusto. You grip the headboard tighter, your body lurches forward that your head’s now against it too. Moans and whines leave your lips like prayer as Ace eats his heart out, making sure every inch of your sex is given the same attention from his tongue and his lips.

He eats you out messier than normal. There’s a slick, almost sticky feeling that runs against your thighs and his cheeks; you’re almost certain it was his spit. You moan as your thighs clench, trapping his head between them. Ace groans in response and his mouth moves faster, hungrier, like you had added more fuel to the fire. His hand stay on your hips, holding onto the for dear life. You whimper when you feel him nuzzle his face against you, his nose brushing against your skin.

“H-hah— Ace… W-wait, you— Need to b-breathe—” You rasp between pants and whines, finally finding the courage to look at his face.

He feels your thighs clench when his eyes meet your pretty, pleasured expression. You must’ve been taken aback from the sudden eye contact. Ace chuckles at the thought, you were such a cutie.

What he doesn’t realize is his chuckles, muffled by your weight, vibrate so nicely against you. You sit up-right at the feeling, unknowingly grinding your hips against him, chasing your own high. If you had the mind to conjure coherent thoughts, you might’ve noticed Ace’s lips briefly curl upwards into a sly smile before going back to eating you out. His hands begin to help guide your hips, rocking you steadily to the pace you set. God, that bastard.

“Clo-close—! Ace—” You moan in strangled cries as your cum, thighs pressing against each other, locking his head in place, body freezing up as waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes shut tightly in blissful release.

All the while, Ace laps up your release, his tongue working against the crevices of your entrance as his hands continue to slowly rock your hips against his face, letting your ride out your high. You whimper quietly as your body slowly relaxes, your hands finally letting go of the headboard. You tilt your head back to stare blankly at the ceiling, catching your breath and letting the final fleeting waves of pleasure wash away. 

There’s a short moment of almost complete silence before Ace hurriedly pats at your thigh. Dazily, you look down to meet his eyes, only to see his brows are furrowed and there’s this almost panicked look in his eyes. Only then do you realize Ace very much needed to breathe.

Quickly you hop off him and he instantly gasps for air. You lean over him, worried. You scan his face for any sign of discomfort, but you’re met with the aftermath of your orgasm, the entire bottom half of his face covered in his saliva and remnants of whatever cum he wasn’t able to swallow. Shyly, you lick your lips, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who bears a lopsided grin despite his heavy panting.

“Wasn’t so bad now was it, sugar?”

[withlove-xixi]

— SANJI NSFW THOUGHTS: sanji x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, pet names, praise, also cum, roleplay ★ my favorite white guy ... sanji my darling boyfriend ... i miss him i need to start watching one piece again — MINORS DNI! —

first things first, i'm putting my foot down and saying sanji is simply too service top for me to see as a power bottom. im sorry, as much as i know he would be wrapped around your finger, he's not completely powerless. sure if you told him to bottom, he'd be bent over and spread open before you've even finished asking.

that being said, his submissiveness is done completely out of love. he's always treating you like you're the most precious thing in the world, because to him, you're nothing less.

hes definitely not that kinky i'd say, hes just willing to try things you'd like. sure, there are some things that would turn him on (doesn't everything lol?) but i think there would be very few of what hes actually into and definitely some he'd absolutely refuse to do.

ive seen other people say it, but idt he'd be big on like spanking or other kinds of pain play, simply because the idea of hurting you (consensual or accidental) will actually drive him insane and he'd explode. he's a bit wary of things like bondage too because what if you get hurt? your safety is always his priority, he'd do anything to ensure it.

idt he's keen too on the idea of threesomes, voyeurism, etc because hes a bit .. possessive of you. at least, maybe he would allow sharing you if he had the reins. like if he was able to dictate how things would happen and stuff, because otherwise he wouldn't dare even entertain the idea. i think sanji finds sex to be intimate more than anything, it's a way for him to show his love to you, so why must he share that? that isnt to say he hasnt thought about having multiple partners during sex, the idea's passed through his mind once or twice before and it's gotten him flustered, but it's hardly anything he'd really want to do (again, unless he had control of things or if you really begged him for it)

oh and he is so good with praise. he's always showering you with complements even outside of sex. it's always "good job, darling" or "i've got you, sweetheart" and aughhh!! he's just sweet like that. he's always planting kisses on your thighs or chest, on the back of your hand on against you palm. PLUS PETNAMES! he loves calling you all sorts of things, comparing you to summer days or sweet flowers. it was like he was always finding new ways to tell you he loved you.

i think sanji likes looking at you too. sometimes he could be a bit too mesmerized by you, staring intently, hungrily with those pretty blue eyes. he's taking in every detail of your face and body, every bead of sweat on your skin, the shine of slick on your thighs, the rise and fal of your chest. sometimes he gets too busy staring he stays completely frozen lmao.

and ... i think he likes watching you covered in his cum. like he'd cum as deep as he can inside you snd spread you apart just a bit to watch it ooze out, or he'd cum on your belly and smear it over your skin eith his fingers, or he'd cum all over your face and watch it drip off your chin (oh he is definitely getting a nose bleed from all that)

his favorite thing though is when you dress up for him. whether is frilly revealing tops or lacy lingere, he's getting hard as soon as he sees you. again, idt he's got too many kinks, he's just willing to try things out with you, but if there was anything he liked the most it might be roleplay. there's something about seeing you in different outfits and seeing you play the role of a nurse or a doctor sends his blood rushing to his dick lol.

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— ANIMAL INSTINCT: laios x monster!reader

ᥫ cw: monster reader (thats it) ᥫ wc: 2874 ★ the idea came into my head like a prophecy from god lol + take this w a small grain of salt bc i havent actually read dunmeshi yet so idk if there's a monster like this in the story + idk what this type of monster is called? there's a term i know for it, but it's too specific and i kind of want you guys to have the liberty of imagining things (it will make sense in the fic + i explain things in the replies lol) cross posted on ao3

— LAIOS ACCIDENTALLY MAKES A NEW FRIEND

[♡]: laios knows that when he finds the rest of his party, he'll be scolded for getting separated in the first place (undoubtedly by Chilchuck). laios also knows that when he finds the rest of his party, he'll be scolded for dislocating his shoulder (undoubtedly by Marcille). laios also also knows that when he finds the rest of his party, he'll get scolded for bringing back a monster (possibly by everyone).

BEING ALONE IN THE DUNGEON WAS DANGEROUS; it was the thought ringing at the back of Laios' mind as he stumbles around, one arm limp from injuring during his fall and the other clutching onto it lightly, prepared to draw his sword at any given moment. He's not scared though, quite the opposite actually, Laios is excited. It's very rare he gets to explore the dungeon on his own, now he has the freedom to do as he pleases, to study different plant life and architecture, and of course, his favorite, monsters.

His heartbeat accelerates at the thought of running into one as his mind begins to wonder what it might be. Perhaps a new type of slime he hadn't encountered yet, or a rare type of mushroom found only in certain levels, or—

There's a chill that runs down his spine, the echoing voice of Chilchuck in his head telling him to get himself together first before he dies and gets eaten.

With a sigh, Laios listens to the disembodied voice of Chilchuck, dragging him and his belongings away from the rubble to assess the situation first. He took quite the fall, managing only to survive because he was quick enough to use his sword, wedging the blade between the crevices of the dungeon walls and it to slide down a bit, minimizing the intensity of his fall. Though he still dislocated his shoulder, it's nothing a bit of healing magic couldn't fix. And things definitely could’ve gotten worse, he could’ve died when he fell and his party could’ve never found him and he might’ve never been resurrected. Besides, Laios was always one to focus on the silver-lining; for one, he’s finally alone after traveling with his party for nearly weeks. He feels free, finally able to think and do as he pleases, something that’s become a privilege when he travels with his friends (though even now, the chiding voice of Chilchuck echoes in his head again, Laios could almost feel the half-foot’s presence.)

In any case, imaginary Chilchuck is right. If Laios stayed out in the open like this, he’d surely die. So he decides to explore a bit more to find a more secluded area to rest in. His feet take him deeper into the dungeon, into a dark corridor he normally would’ve had no problem going in had he had Marcille’s light, but this time he’s going in blind. Quite literally too. A chill runs through his spine and Laios’ good hand stays on the hilt of his sword, drumming his fingers against it as he continues to walk.

Now more than ever, Laios thinks about the importance of his party, the roles each member plays like cogs in a clock to keep each other safe and move forward in the dungeon. Laios, as happy as he is to have time to himself, misses his party — his friends. He longs for their company, he realizes how cold the confines of the dungeon’s stone walls are now that the warmth of his friends doesn’t surround him. As dejected as he might be about suddenly missing his companions, Laios focuses that energy into finding his way back to them, a newfound determination to make it back safe and go on as little detours as possible.

With perfect timing too because there’s a sudden sharp sound behind him, like the snap of a twig, that makes him instantly draw his sword and turn in the direction. It renders useless however with the way his eyes aren’t able to catch even a speck of light. With an accelerating heartbeat, Laios cautiously moves forward, sensing he's not alone in the dark and something is definitely watching him. He feels the unseen eyes follow his movements. But Laios can tell whatever it is has no intent to harm him, not yet at least, so he continues forward.

Perhaps it’s a small monster, he thinks, though he’s trying to be careful not to let his mind wander too much. Maybe it thinks I’m a predator.

The thought makes his stomach flutter in the slightest, allowing a small smile to grow on his face. It’s the same thought that comforts him as he ventures a bit further for what felt like hours, walking forward and carefully going over rubble before eventually tiring himself out. His limbs feel limp, sluggish even as if he had begun to drag his body to push forward. Lady Luck must’ve been on Laios’ side however — or was it that she took pity on him? — because he found himself in a clearing. The hallway had led to a small residential looking area, dimly lit with just one torch lighting the whole room, a small broken dining table and what seemed to be the remnants of a living space scattered around the vicinity.

Relieved, Laios sets his backpack down, hissing when its weight is shifted onto his bad shoulder. Quickly, Laios digs through his belongings, searching for some spare cloth to create a makeshift sling for his arm, though a small frown grows on his face, his eyebrows furrow and he’s met with disappointment as he realizes he’s not carrying his backpack. A black long sleeved shirt, a pair of socks, lock picking tools … Laios could hear Chilchuck’s angry voice ringing in his head again, scolding him for making the mistake. 

But Laios isn’t one to let these things bring him down. He mutters an unheard apology to Chilchuck as he takes the half-foots shirt, wrapping it over his shoulder and under his forearm, tying it tight enough it’s able to support the weight of his limp arm. It’s a bit too short but it would have to do for now. He winces, but only at the thought of the long sermon Chilchuck would have for him once he reunites with the rest of his party.

For now, Laios pushes the terrible thought of his impending doom away as exhaustion begins to lull him to sleep. He unfurls his (Chilchuck’s) bedroll and sets it near the torch, then he drags his (Chilchuck’s) backpack next to it. His stomach grumbles, a sudden piercing pain that feels like a punch in his gut; it’s his body telling him he’s hungry.

Not to worry! He thinks and mutters a second unheard apology as he begins rummaging through Chilchuck’s belongings for something to eat.

Though the more he digs through various changes of clothes and pouches of things he dare not know what of, Laios grows a bit more frustrated each time he pulls out something inedible. The closest thing he found to food was a small tin flask hidden in a pocket inside the bag; knowing Chilchuck, it was probably alcohol, and knowing Chilchuck, Laios was certain he’d be killed if he drank it. Not that it was tempting though, Laios was hungry after all. And he wasn’t too big of a fan of drinking anyway.

With a sigh, Laios decides the best choice would be to sleep through it and find something to eat in the morning. He grumbles to himself, something about his tummy hurting and how he hated waking up hungry. Regardless, he lays on the bedroll, shutting his eyes tight, ignoring the sounds his stomach is making, and allowing exhaustion to take over his body.

He smells something, it’s what causes his brows to twitch. Laios can’t tell if he’s even slept yet (he assumes he has since he feels less tired), but the smell causes him to stir. It’s something… strange. In a way, it feels familiar, something homey and comforting like the old books he used to love reading or the earthy scent of dewy grass. At the same time, something about it was new, something unique that Laios hadn't encountered before. His curiosity was piqued, though he was half-certain he was still dreaming.

That was until he felt something prod against his lips. Half-asleep and against his better judgment, Laios parts his lips slightly, coaxed by whatever was against them, and feels a warm liquid pour into his mouth. The taste matches whatever smell came before it, something a bit earthy or grassy and there was something else he wouldn't quite decipher. When he swallows and feels its warmth go down his throat, he realizes he is very much not dreaming and sits up, a bit too quickly since his vision immediately blurs. There was a small noise from somewhere in front of him, something he can't quite make out yet because his eyes haven't focused.

He sees something move, a haze of color reaching out towards him. Laios' hand instinctively reaches for where he left his sword before falling asleep, only to find it wasn't there anymore. Before he could do anything else the colors reached his forehead, something warm pressing against his skin gently. Finally his eyes adjust, focusing on the once blurry figure in front of him to see a person.

Laios opens his mouth to speak, but they're pulling their hand off him and reaching for something next to them. Dots begin to connect as Laios realizes they're holding a spoon, a bowl of what he's guessing is soup next to them. The person brings another spoonful of soup to Laios, who, having woken up hungry, cautiously opens his mouth for them to feed.

They smile gently at Laios when he eats it, seemingly admiring the way his face contorts to try and get a feel of the soup's flavor.

"It's good," Laios says when he realizes you're waiting for a response.

To which you smile a bit brighter and reach to grab another spoonful. While you do, Laios ponders on the taste of the soup, which leads to him wondering where you got the soup, which leads to him thinking about you. Who exactly were you?

Curious golden eyes begin to watch you to try and figure out who you were or where you came from — well, tried to begin because he quickly realizes you're naked. Flustered Laios jolts upright, which startles you. A hand reaches out for Laios' forehead again but he averts his gaze and raises a hand at you.

Confused, you tilt your head and Laios, sensing your confusion, vaguely points at your torso. Which only confuses you more; don't humans normally look like this?

With a frown, you crawl towards Laios, hands clasping around his hands to bring them down, coaxing him to slowly turn back towards you, careful not to look anywhere below your neck. You blink at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Are you not cold?" He asks, slowly like he's worried he'd offend you.

You shake your head and Laios fights the urge to look away again. He looks around the room for a bit before he grabs the blanket from the bedroll and flings it up and around your shoulders.

"At least have this on…" Laios says in a tender manner.

There are lots of questions and thoughts going through Laios' head right now. Who were you? You seemed nice, you didn't try to kill Laios yet, plus you fed him questionable but otherwise tasty soup, but who were you? Were you lost too? Also why were you naked, where were your clothes? If you were lost like him, it doesn't explain the lack of clothes. And where did you get the soup? The room looked like it had a kitchen so maybe it was from there. Oh, did you live here? It would make a bit of sense then, kind of. Also why weren't you talking?

There was the faintest alarm blaring in Laios' head (perhaps his voice of reason, Chilchuck, very furiously reminding him that stranger danger) but curiosity got the best of him, as it usually did. So he asks for your name.

He watches intently as you make gestures with your hands and sound out vowels first before answering. A bit strange, but maybe you just weren't used to talking. If you lived on a floor this deep in the dungeon in a secluded room, it'd make sense.

Laios offers an easy smile. "Do you live here?" He asks, his voice is soft and gentle like he's afraid to scare you.

You pause before nodding. "Some… times." You reply the same way you did with your name, pausing and sounding out the words a bit strange. Maybe you were foreign. He thinks with a curt nod. 

You blink at him before returning back to the soup, carefully feeding Laios another spoonful. He continues to think about the situation, about you, really. It's quite easy to pique Laios' interest, but never something that makes him this curious. You'd have to be a monster to do that.

As he thinks, you continue to feed him, wiping away some of the liquid that spills from his lips. He hums as he thinks, and is only pulled from his thoughts when he realizes you're mimicking the noise.

"Oh, uh, thanks for the soup, by the way. How'd you know I was hungry?" He asks, turning his attention back towards you.

In turn, you tilt your head. "So… Sou…?"

"Soup." Laios finishes for you, pointing at the now empty bowl then at his mouth. "Thanks for that."

He senses your understanding with the way you smile at him. Curious.

"Are you from around here?"

You shake your head. Your mouth opens but swiftly closes like you can't really find the words to use.

Laios flashes you a look of sympathy. "It's okay, take your time."

You hum as you think. "Run… here." You reply after a pause.

"Run…? You escaped? From where?"

You hum again, though your face quickly contorts to frustration as you really can't find any way to verbally explain things to Laios. There's a sound that comes from you, something animal.

Laios opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off. "Name?" You ask, pointing at him.

"Oh, it's Laios."

"Here?"

"Here…?"

"Why…? Here why?"

"Oh, uh… I got lost."

The conversation goes on like this, slow and patient. You ask questions to Laios the best you could, learning more about him while he learns more about you.

You're shocked when he suddenly points at a pile across the room. "Yours?" He asks.

He could tell from your face his hunch was right. Your eyes widen, mouth slightly ajar. He notices the slight tremble in your hands, the way you look like you're about to run.

"You aren't human, are you?"

Your lip quivers, panic slowly seeping into your veins as fear begins to settle. You had no idea what would happen next.

"Me— I…" You start, voice faltering. "Human!"

Laios looks at you and you can't tell what face he's making but his eyes are intense, golden and piercing. You swallow and shut your eyes tight. Were you going to die?

There's a shuffle, you sense it's Laios getting up, you fear it's to get his sword. Instead you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Here." Laios says, pressing something warm against you. "Must be weird being out of your skin."

Slowly you open your eyes. In his hand is this big fabric like sheet, it's thick and there's a strong musk that comes from it; it’s an animal’s hide. Specifically, your hide.

Shakily you take it in both hands. You look up at the tallman cautiously.

"No —" you hum, thinking "— No… hunt?"

Laios shakes his head. "No hunt." He parrots, voice firm yet gentle, it was reassuring in a way. "Is that why you escaped? You were being hunted?"

You nodded. That made sense; after all, monsters of your rarity have become somewhat of a trophy back up on the surface. You must’ve been hunted down before, probably by other adventurers looking to make some more money. 

“I won’t hurt you.” He says so easily it could only be the truth. “I’m… actually really happy to have met you. I’ve heard stories from sailors back then about these seals that could shed their skins and turn into humans. I suppose you’re something like that huh?”

You nod a bit. Then you point at Laios, then back at yourself. “Friend?”

It takes a while for Laios to register what you’re trying to tell him and when he realizes and nearly jumps up, the jolt startles you. “Friends?” He asks, his voice loud and beaming with excitement. “You think we’re friends? You want to be friends?”

You stare at him with furrowed brows before you nod slowly. “Laios friends.”

His hands fly to your shoulders, grabbing you. Confused and a bit frightened, you look back and forth between him and his hands, Laios remains unaware, smiling really brightly at you, his cheeks flushing from sheer excitement.

“I’ve never had a monster friend before!” He tells you, his joy evident in his tone. “You’re my first! Have you had a human friend? Am I your first too? I can’t wait to tell the rest of the party! I’m sure they’ll like you?”

You open your mouth to speak but you’re quickly cut off. “Tell us what, dumbass?”

Oh. Suddenly Laios remembers all the things Chilchuck would scold him for, and he realizes he’s about to add one more thing to that list.

[withlove-xixi]

— SUCCUBUS: chilchuck x reader

ᥫ cw: nudity + suggestive (nothing explicit), spoilers for chapter 58 (kinda not really) ᥫ wc: 794 ★ finally reading the dunmeshi manga and i have reached the . succubus chapter (i had been dreading it BECAUSE SOMEONE TOLD ME CHILCHUCK GETS HIS .. THING .... SUCKED ON) anyway, i'm here to do my job and add one more succubus fic to the dunmeshi fandom cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— WHEN A SUCCUBUS ATTACKS, YOU SHOULD NEVER BE ALONE.

[♡]: chilchuck knows that from unfortunate experience. when laios announces to the party they're facing that dreaded monster, chilchuck's blood runs cold as flashes of his past encounters and the images of pretty blonde girls flicker in his mind. but his issue now isn't of what he's seen them become before, it's that he isn't quite sure how they'd appear now.

HALF THE PARTY WAS OUT OF COMMISSION, passed out with pleasured faces, all shriveled up like raisins no thanks to the succubi. That half the party included you because you foolishly ran after Laios when he had gone to get milk (ever the caring friend, worry had clouded your sense of judgment and both Chilchuck and Marcille realized a bit too late to stop you).

Now they were down to two since Izutsumi had run off too and Chilchuck can't lie, he's getting a bit worried. While he was confident with Marcille's magic and his skill with the bow, he wasn't keen on the idea of being two people left to fight against what could be thousands of succubi. One wrong move and they're both dead.

"Marcille, I'll take out the ones that go after you, so you should take out the ones that go after me," Chilchuck says, index finger pointing at Marcille then at the entrance of the room.

The elf nods, readying her staff as she braces herself for an attack. And as if on cue, a naked blonde half-foot steps out of the entrance, rushing towards Chilchuck who stares at it wide-eyed. Marcille is quick to send an explosion at it, successfully killing the succubus.

It freaks Chilchuck out for just a second (thinking it was a real person and not a monster) but otherwise he's finally broken free of its charm.

The cycle repeats as more blonde half-foots emerge from the entrance, all different features and bodies, but all blonde. It's enough to make Chilchuck blush when he's conscious, he was a man after all, he wasn't going to deny the faces the succubi took on beautiful.

"They're all blondes, huh?" Marcille says the obvious and Chilchuck's face reddens a bit more. "Was your wife a blonde too?"

"Can you shut up about that?" He snaps back at her, brows furrowed and jaw clenched.

Marcille giggles, smiling innocently at him when they both hear a voice call from the entrance.

"Ch… Chilchuck…"

Chilchuck makes the mistake of turning back. Because he hears your voice call for him, he doesn't quite realize the fact you were knocked out and shriveled up next to Laios at the moment.

He only realizes his mistake when he locks eyes with you — no, the succubus' image of you.

His mouth hangs ajar, his heart rate rises. Chilchuck takes a step forward without even realizing it. Because in front of him is the image of you, not just any image of you, you’re practically naked with that you’re wearing and you’ve got such a tearful expression on your face. Had it been another situation, Chilchuck would’ve been pissed something would’ve chosen to portray you in such a dirty way, all dolled up and innocent looking with puffy lips and fluttering lashes, not to mention that God forsaken outfit it had you in, some tight looking outfit with frills at the ends that nicely exposed your shoulders and thighs and nearly half your chest. It felt disrespectful. But this was all from Chilchuck’s mind after all, so if he had anyone to be pissed it, it would be himself.

“Does… Does this outfit look good on me?” Your voice coos, pressing a dainty finger up to your lower lip as you pout.

Marcille calls out to Chilchuck, but it’s left unheard, the half-foot is far too enticed by this tantalizing image of you, far too hooked in by the succubus’ charms. It sways its hips (your hips, really) and beckons Chilchuck to quickly come closer.

“It’s too tight, Chil…” Your voice says, all whiny and soft, as your hands fumble at the hems of your outfit, fingers gracefully brushing at the frills of it. Your breath is huffy, cheeks growing the faintest bit of pink. “Take it off for me, please?”

Chilchuck has half the mind to nod and reach both arms out, eager to tear that wretched piece of fabric off you. He takes another step forward before sudden heat flushes against his skin, blinding light shunning his sight. Then there’s a loud echoey thunk that reverberates against the stone walls of the room and suddenly he’s clutching the top of his head in pain.

Chilchuck cusses in another language before turning around to yell at whatever hit his head, but he only faces a flustered Marcille, face bright red up to the tips of her ears. She wears a mix of disappointment, embarrassment and annoyance.

“Get yourself together, Chilchuck.”

[withlove-xixi]

— LAIOS NSFW THOUGHTS: laios x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, petplay, dom/sub, praise ★ laios appeals to me w the many possible sexual exploits he could be into #tbh — MINORS DNI! —

im sorry, i cant get it off my head .. he'd ... be really into petplay i think. he wouldn't be too ashamed of it too, in fact he's be pretty eager about it. he'd be on all fours and you could already see the imaginary tail eagerly wagging from behind him, and its endearing really. laios would love it if you pet his head or scratched his belly or even just combing through his hair. he wouldn't be against wearing a collar or some ears and a tail to complete the look (though i don't think he'd like being caged or leashed so much. something about feeling constricted too much freaks him out)

he's got that dog in him, what can he say?

oh he would absolutely melt too with praise. anything to let him know he's doing a good job, that you're feeling as good as he is. he loves it, before anything, it's reassurance, a sign to keep going or to change his pace/angle. he knows he's not the best at reading people, so something as simple as telling him how good it feels is enough to keep him going and going. though, immediately after reassurance, it's the unexplainable twist in his gut when you tell him these things. he just loves being called a good boy. argue what you want about if he'd growl or if he's whimper because the correct answer is he'd do both. i dont think he's particularly noisy in bed, but definitely he will make noise and when he does it's so obvious because he's just so loud. it's a bit jarring sometimes because he could be almost silent, save for deep breaths and pants, and suddenly a canine-like growl or whimper would escape his lips.

i like to think he's more or less quiet because he's just too focused on the act. any noise that slips out is simply primal response, written in laios' dna to respond so instinctively.

he's like petnames too! he finds a certain intimacy in the act. he loves calling you by them too, though they're quite unorthodox, things like "my wildflower" or "cheesecake" (since it's his favorite food!) he's definitely tried to call you by a monster's name ... and as sweet as the sentiment was, it wasn't something that lasted too long.

ohhh and back to petplay, laios loves being called "puppy". it's cute and honestly, he kind of is one, is he not?

i think laios can be a bit too excited sometimes too. it's easy for him to get carried away with things he wants to try or do, so you'd have to repeatedly ground him back to what's happening or what's reasonable. though it's not always a verbal cue. you could kiss him gently or pat his arm and he'd get the message, he'd slow down and give you time to breathe and stuff.

idk i think laios is a really sweet guy. similar to my falin nsfw thoughts, as much as he wants to try these new things, it's more out of curiosity and comes from a certain air of innocence. a lot of those things are new therefore something he must try lol. its endearing, it really is. but like his sister, i think he can be a bit timid about it. if he mulls it over too much, he'd end up shyly asking you about it, if it were something you were comfortable with or something you wanted to try. otherwise, he'd be asking you pretty directly, something straight to the point and along the lines of "i want to do this". that being said, i think laios could easily be coerced into trying things. you dont even need to bat your lashes or plead, if you play your cards right, you could instantly spark his curiosity and get him ready to take of his clothes.

oh but laios .. wouldnt be the best at aftercare. dont get me wrong, he tries his best, but somehow he feels a bit lost on what to do. on instinct he goes on autopilot, picking up clothes from the ground, handing you yours, getting dressed and preparing to sleep. but something sweet he does is talk to you though he'd do that regardless of sex. just something short and sweet before you go to bed, in a way, its his way of showing his love and care for you. he listens to what you have to say, he tells you something in return and then its off to bed with you both. it's nice especially if you two have finished doing something nasty, it's a slice of domesticity after something that feels so carnal and it's truly heartwarming.

[withlove-xixi]

— WORTH THE RISK: chilchuck x reader

KINKTOBER DAY FOUR: ALMOST CAUGHT ᥫ cw: nsfw, accidental voyeurism, public sex ᥫ wc: 1117 ★ I FORGOT WHO SUGGESTED THIS TO ME (I WILL CREDIT YOU WHEN I REMEMBER) BUT THIS WAS SO GENIUS TBH HEHE HEHE ✧⁺⸜(●′▾‵●)⸝⁺✧ i hope yew enjoy! cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— CHILCHUCK WAS A CAREFUL MAN.

[♡]: he was a father after all, and a businessman too. it was almost second nature to be careful, taking risks just didn’t sit right with him. it always made his stomach churn and left a sour taste in his mouth. the same taste he gets when he indulges you.

CHILCHUCK LIKED BEING ORGANIZED, he liked separating work life from personal life. And in all fairness, he had good reason to. For one, he absolutely hated the conflict those things brought, the interference of drama and gossip into what should’ve been work. It pissed him off, it created unnecessary problems (most of which were complete headaches to fix). Another thing was he was a private man. It was why he wasn’t really the biggest fan of small talk, he just liked keeping things like that to himself. He didn’t like so publicly sharing his feelings, he didn’t quite like causing a scene. Even before he got into this dangerous line of work, he was like this. Chilchuck didn’t maintain much of a relationship with customers other than them being customers, he treated friends that came to him for help as clients first, he only ever scolded his daughters in the confines of their house.

Chilchucked liked his way of life, living in a little, safe bubble where his boundaries were carefully guarded and his lines were never ever crossed. He was a careful man, after all.

Though he… might also be a hypocrite.

Because careful men who valued their privacy don’t give playful winks at their coworkers when they catch them staring, careful men who valued their privacy don’t sneak off some poorly lit corridor when the rest of their party was fast asleep, and careful men who valued their privacy certainly don’t fuck said coworker in said corridor.

So it was either Chilchuck’s privacy was worth less than he liked to show or he was a hypocrite. And really, the latter option was kinder; kinder because as a hypocrite he gets to bite down your neck and hear you moan breathily against his ear.

Your arms wrap tighter around Chilchuck’s neck and your legs wrap tighter against his waist, holding onto him like he was your anchor to the real world as his dick pushed in and out of you, deliciously scraping against your insides. He has you pinned against the damp, mossy dungeon wall, using it to help stablize you as he fucks you.

His pace is rhythmic, frantic, even. Normally, he was a guy that liked to take things slow, draw out such intimacy for as long as he can, kiss your neck and hold your hand while he whispers to you how good you feel. But in the dungeon? When's already breaking so many of his rules? Some part of brain is high alert, scared you'd both be caught red-handed and half-naked, so as much as he wouldn't want to, he's forced to fuck you like this, hips snapping back and forth like he had a deadline to meet (though really it's not like you minded much, either way you got to be fucked by Chilchuck).

Such is the case tonight, after a long exhausting dungeon crawl, the party finally stops to rest in some more residential looking area of the dungeon, one with dysfunctional houses and corridors and alleys that lead only to deadends. The party had settled to finally get some well deserved sleep, but you and Chilchuck had other plans. All the pent up stress and exhaustion blurred Chilchuck's judgment and reason, so when you invite him for a quick session of indulgence, it wasn't too big of a struggle to refuse. And while he'd usually wait until you were out of the dungeon to give in to your advances, something about you was simply too alluring tonight.

So here you were, forehead against his shoulder, breath ragged and needy, arms and legs tightly wrapped around his frame as he thrusted in and out of you. You moan loudly and he's quick to shush you, one hand leaving its place on your waist to cover your mouth, pushing your head back until it thuds against the brick wall.

"Please— fuck— Quiet or I'll stop." Chilchuck says, his pace never faltering despite his threat.

He sees you swallow, feeling the movement of your lips against his palm, and he hears you try to silence yourself, reducing your usually loud moans and whine to half-baked whimpers that intentionally died in your throat. He smiled at the act. Chilchuck wouldn't lie, you looked pretty good like this, all needy and thoughtless it was nearly pathetic.

He kisses your cheek, chaste and sweet. "That's it." He praises as his hand tentatively lifts off your mouth and goes back to gripping onto your hip.

Chilchuck groans as pulls himself almost completely out then quickly pushes himself back deep inside. It's his turn to rest his head against you, burying it against the exposed crook of your neck, his bangs stick to your skin from his slick sweat, his warm breath fanning against you. He peppers your neck with small kisses, the only other thing his mouth does besides let out soft, deep groans.

Until he hears something, some distant sound he's sure you haven't picked up on yet because you're still clinging onto him so desperately, clenching around him so tightly. It was some meaningless sound, a rustle of sorts that really could've been any other noise in the dungeon. But when Chilchuck has himself buried balls deep inside you? When he has you clinging onto him like a lifeline, has you whimpering so needily like a little puppy? It's suddenly a sound that means so much more.

Because it could be the sound of some other energy-filled adventurers looking to make the most of their day by heading just a bit further, it could be the sound of nearby monsters lurking around in search for their next meal, or worst of all, it could be the sound of Laios waking up to go pee.

His hips slow, thrusts quickly turning into weak rolls. Chilchuck keeps his head against your shoulder, but he’s turned towards the entry of the corridor, straining them to see past their limit through the darkness of the hall. His fingers twitch as his mind races with thought after thought, conjuring every excuse imaginable if ever it was Laios that made the noise.

But then you whimper, something so sweet and so soft still because he told you to be quiet. “No…” You whine, nuzzling your face against his shoulder like he had done with yours. “No, Chil… Please… Been quiet, been so good… Don’t stop now…”

He lifts his head to look at you, cheeks dusted a light pink. You look at him, lips curled into a pout, brows furrowed into a pleading look. He feels you flutter around him, and he’s not quite sure if it’s intentional or not.

“Fuck.”

Well, what the Hell. You were worth the risk.

[withlove-xixi]

— NEW LIKE MORNING DEW: sanji x reader

KINKTOBER DAY TWO: MASTURBATION ᥫ cw: nsfw, masturbation, praise, afab reader, dom/sub ᥫ wc: 1371 ★ this is a bit self-indulgent for me (i think a lot of the kinktober fics are) and ... this is ... probably the only fic that's somewhat based off my personal experience (embarrassed.) (im a virgin and also an asexual lesbian.) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— A CHEF’S HANDS WERE HIS NUMBER ONE WEAPON.

[♡]: it was a principle sanji was taught as a kid working at the baratie, one that later grew to the meticulous habit of keeping his hands free of blemishes and injury. as a result of his care, he's quite skilled with his hands, able to switch from crushing pressure to just barely the ghost of a touch. so of course there were a few tricks sanji wanted to teach you.

"THAT'S IT, EASY NOW."

You whimper in response, cheeks flushing a bit brighter, embarrassed from the position you were in. You lay by the edge of the bed, your legs draped over it, spread wide and held in place by Sanji’s hands. He kneels in front of you, his lips pressing encouraging kisses on your inner thighs, his breath fanning against your skin. Blue eyes watch intently at your core, occasionally flicking upwards to meet yours in a loving and reassuring gaze.

“S-sanji…” You call, voice slightly shaky.

He quickly shushes you, pressing another kiss on your thigh, his thumbs smoothing over your skin. “You can do it. You can be good for me right, darling?” He coos, voice so sweet and patient, you couldn’t help but melt.

You nod with a pout, brows furrowed. Sanji only chuckles in response, kissing a bit higher, a bit closer to where you ache the most. You whimper when his lips don’t meet your cunt and he tuts you.

“Thought you said you wanted to learn these things, darling,” Sanji asks, his fingers drumming against you.

You lift your head up to look at him, frowning. “But… Can’t you do it?” You plead.

Sanji chuckles again. “You can’t learn if I keep doing things for me. And you said you can be good for me, yeah?” You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off. “Now, push your fingers all the way down, near your ass hole.”

Flustered by his curtness, you do as he says, gently pushing your fingers down as he instructed. You shiver at the feel of your own fingers against your slit and Sanji smiles at your reaction. His thumbs go back to rubbing circles on your thighs, soothing you.

“That’s it, good job, darling. That was so good.” He punctuates the praise with kisses, eyes trained on the slick pooling at your entrance. Sanji licks his lips in anticipation. “Now—” his voice is a bit shaky “—bring ‘em back up to your clit. Ah, ah! No. darling.”

You whine, but your fingers instinctively freeze anyway. “Slowly, slowly, dear. That’s it. So good, darling. You’re doing so good.”

You whimper at the sensation, the featherlight touch barely pressing against your cunt, and at the way praise just seemed to casually roll off Sanji’s tongue. You gingerly repeat the process, letting your digits glide down your slit then slide back up, trying your hardest to keep as little pressure on yourself as possible since Sanji had instructed it.

His lips continue to kiss your thighs as he watches you work, eyes practically glued on the delicate movement of your fingers, studying the way your cunt twitches at each touch, memorizing the rise and fall of your chest.

He hums and leans a bit closer, enough that you feel his warm breath against your core. “Put your fingers on your clit for me, darling.” Sanji instructs, his voice slow, tender.

Almost trance-like, you nod drowsily, fingers shyly lifting off and pressing gentle on your clit. You hips buck at the sudden feeling, a soft whimper follows.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good,” Sanji coos as his hands move further upward, thumbs spreading your folds apart. “Could you circle around it for me, love? Slowly, just like earlier.”

You bite your lip, partly bracing yourself as you begin to very slowly and lightly trace circles on your clit. The sensation instantly has you moaning, a soft, shy moan you can’t help but let out as electric shocks shoot up your spine, setting your stomach aflutter.

Sanji watches a bit more intently now, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth from the mere sight of you touching yourself, that combined with how obedient you were being for him, the reactions you’d have from the slightest bit of stimulation, and the strong smell of your pussy. It caught him a bit off guard at first, not expecting his proximity to even let him get a whiff but, God, he was so close now, he could practically taste you off your smell alone. And hearing the luring squelching sounds of your cunt combined with your labored breaths and meak moans? It was driving him crazy. Sending the blood straight down to his dick.

“Keep going, darling… Doing so good— you’re so good for me.” Sanji praises, and if you focus on it enough, you can tell there’s some form of strain in his voice, some tension that’s about to snap and make him lose his mind.

Your fingers keep swirling around your clit, encouraged by Sanji’s sweet praise and enticed by the sparks of pleasure it gave you. There’s a languid moan that leaves Sanji’s lips as his nose brushes against your slit, the tip of it wetting from your juices, followed by a soft rustling of fabric from somewhere below Sanji.

With his free hand, he undoes his pants, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to free his rock hard cock. It takes all his restraint not to press his face any further into your cunt, not to stick his tongue out to lap up your sweetness and taste you on his lips. Another moan leaves his lips, it’s sticky heat fanning against your wetness, as he begins to slowly stroke himself.

“Love… stick your fingers in your cunt.” He instructs, his voice heavy, ridden with lust. “Two fingers inside you, please.”

There’s a meek noise that comes from your throat as you very carefully tread your fingers lower, the tips of them meeting your pulsing hole. You draw in a shaky breath, swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth. You hear Sanji groan at the sight, the noise followed by some sort of plea he slurs too softly for you to comprehend. His hand on your cunt reaches up for yours, slowly guiding your digits to push past your entrance and dip deeper and deeper inside yourself. Your breath stutters when you go past your second knuckle, the feeling of your walls clamping around your fingers so very foreign to you.

Sanji’s face lifts slightly, lips pressing against the back of your hand. “Does it feel good, darling? You feel how warm you are?” He asks as he rests his cheek against your tight, eyes now looking up at you.

Hesitantly, you nod. “Yes…” You reply breathlessly, teeth catching your bottom lip. “S-sanji…”

“Shhh… I know, dear, I know.” He coos as his eyes follow the shape of your body back down to where your fingers disappear into your cunt. “Push ‘em a bit deeper for me? Can you do that?”

You nod again. Slowly, you move your fingers again, pressing them further and further inside yourself until you can’t see them anymore. Sanji straight up moans at the sight, the noise unabashed and deep-sounding, causing you to whimper in response. There’s the faintest sound of skin slapping against skin, and when you realize it’s the sound of his hand pumping his dick, your walls clench around your fingers, the sudden tightness catching you off guard, causing you to arch your back in surprise.

Sanji’s head jolts up at your sudden movement, worried you had hurt yourself. But he watches your eyebrows twitch and your lips curl into a pout. Then, it amazes him more than it surprises him, he notices your fingers twitch, the slightest movement of your hand telling him that deep inside you, your fingers are curling themselves, pressing against the gummy walls of your cunt. He stills, almost upright as he watches you carefully as your flushed cheeks slowly relax when you let out a deep exhale. He studies your body language, the tensing of your shoulders, the heaving of your chest, the wet parting of your lips. Sanji’s just about to ask you if you’re alright, if you want him to take over and just relax, when he hears it. First was the sharp, shaky breath you draw in, next is the distinct squelch of your fingers drawing out and pushing back inside of you.

He looks down, eyes meeting the shy, experimental way you thrust your fingers in and out of you, and he licks his lips hungrily. You were a fast learner.

[withlove-xixi]

— LACE LATTICE LULLABY: spike spiegel x reader

KINKTOBER DAY TEN: LINGERIE ᥫ cw: nsfw, lingere, blood/injury mention ᥫ wc: 1019 ★ never posting for this guy again ever because i hate him i hate him he is my arch nemesis and i want him dead (he is my all time favorite husband wawa he makes me light headed and gives me a stomach ache and i hate him) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— YOU WERE JUST FULL OF SURPRISES WEREN’T YOU?

[♡]: spike hates surprises. what? half the time they were stressful, more than anything. they ruined his good mood and only ever made his bad moods worse. and you? you were full of surprises. honestly, the way you’ve wound spike so tightly around your finger is surprise enough. hell, if anything, it’s the most surprising thing you’ve done! but every now and then, you try to outdo yourself, whether you know it or not.

GOD, TODAY WAS SHIT.

It had started off shit, from the moment he woke up and slipped on some unfolded dirty laundry and hit his head against the ground to the moment Ein jumped on his lap causing him to spill hot coffee all over himself. Faye made sure to remind him of the incidents throughout their day together chasing after a decent bounty, making sure to rub into his face how today was just not his day. Especially when he had nearly crashed the Swordfish II into a building after failing to maneuver away from a flock of birds or when a car had hit him when they had chased the bounty on foot or when a door had suddenly flung open and whacked him directly in the face. At least someone was having a good time.

And after all that trouble, they had lost the bounty. One of Spike’s many misfortunes had caused them to get too far ahead for them to chase and hide within a crowded marketplace. And despite going through almost half the trouble, Faye was still gleefully giggling about everything, going as far as calling Spike on their comms to tease him about it, because as much as her day was bad, Spike was definitely having a far worse one. Needless to say, the flight back home to the Bebop was excruciatingly torturous.

Every bone in Spike’s exhausted body screamed and pleaded for rest, begged to lay on his old mattress and sleep for the next two days. His muscles ached and his wounds seared in pain at every moment, every step that took him closer to his room. Though his room was in a sorry state (perhaps in an even worse one than Spike was), it was far more favorable to sleep away his aches than to be awake even a second longer to feel every ounce of pain that surged through his body.

He was grateful at least that Jet hadn’t found out yet that he and Faye had lost the bounty, otherwise he’d be getting an hour-long earful of a lecture on how little funds they had left and how much they needed if they wanted to have a decent next meal. And at least Ed and Ein didn’t crowd on him too much for stories or souvenirs or other such antics, though he was half-certain the pissed off look on his face was enough to care the two away for even a couple of hours. Because really, at the end of a terribly shitty day, all Spike wanted to do was sleep or drink his troubles away. And the Bebop had recently run out of its supply of alcohol (he knows because he was the one to have depleted it), sleep was the best option. He could get some decent shut-eye before he had to get up for a disappointing dinner and to be patched up for his wounds.

With a groan he slides open the door to his room, a brief moment of relief washing over him when he’s met with the familiar sight of a messy, dimly lit, cramped bedroom. Briefly because as soon as he swings the door open, he’s punted in the face with something forceful and soft. Spike lets the pillow thud onto the ground, his body going rigid partly because he was so desperately trying to keep his cool and because, again, several times today he had been hit in the face, he’s pretty sure his nose was somewhat broken and he’s certain that a pillow to the face was only going to make the pain sting a bit longer.

You fail to notice the tired expression on his face or the dried up blood or his tattered clothes when you sit up on his bed and begin lecturing him, and honestly, he’s a bit too tired to register what you’re saying. Something, something, what took you so long, something, something, it was freezing. He only sighs deeply as you get up, he assumes to supposedly jut your nagging finger at his chest, but he watches as you suddenly freeze and your expression changes almost instantaneously.

Suddenly you’re nearly crying, hurriedly and panickedly yelling apologies and gingerly running your hands over his wounds. “What the hell happened to you?” You cry out, your frustrated tone long shifted into one of pure worry and concern. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. I didn’t know— I-I didn’t mean to yell at you—”

He lets you run your mouthful of apologies, sighing through his nose as his hands find purchase in your hips. Spike was meant to rub circles onto your skin, a way to calm you down and soothe himself of his worries, but his hands feel something unfamiliar, the tips of his fingers brushing against something soft and thin. He spares a perplexed glance down at you as you’re rambling away on how you were going to patch him up as soon as possible, and his eyes widen almost instinctively at what you’re wearing.

It’s some thin thing that barely covers your body, a pretty, little, lacey black number that graces your skin so beautifully Spike’s body instantly tenses at the sight, which only causes you to panic really because suddenly he’s stiff as a board. His mouth hangs ajar, saliva pooling inside it and threatening to drip down the corners of his lips.

“Sp-spike? What’s wrong? Does something hurt? Are you—”

Words die in your throat when you feel his fingers play at the hem of your lingerie, boldly tracing against the patterns of the lace with an almost feather-light touch. A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers slowly dip beneath the fabric, wedging them snugly against the garter and your flesh. He leans down, against your ear and he can’t even form the words to speak to you so he pants heavily into the shell of your ear. Spike’s quickly rewarded with a soft whimper from your lips.

“Spike…” Your voice is like heaven, so needy and quiet like it were something sacred.

Today was worth all the trouble.

[withlove-xixi]

helloooo my chilchuck crush is back in full swing... can you write the nsfw alphabet for him...

— CHILCHUCK NSFW ALPHABET: chilchuck x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, general nsfw alphabet stuff ★ just in time because i lowkey miss writing for chilchuck lol TT ! a bit of this is just a reiteration of my chilchuck nsfw thoughts which i hope you dont mind ! — MINORS DNI! —

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

— i wanna say chilchuck is a bit snobbish after sex if that makes sense. like sex is already a big, vulnerable thing for him, it's a bit difficult for him to extend that intimacy to what comes after. it doesnt mean he'd ignore you, but he'll be more or less quiet, and way more gentle than usual. it's just usually sleepily petting your hair or nuzzling against you

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

— his favorites of his are his eyes and ears, because 1. it comes in handy with his line of work and 2. gods forbid he's forced not to see and hear you when he's got you beneath him

— his favorite of yours are your hands. he likes comparing hand sizes or holding them or whatnot. it's a nice, reliable means of emotionally anchoring him in a way

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

— hey u guys see that one post that said something something "what if half-foots fucked like rabbit" ? yeah ♥ something instinctual tells him to cum inside as much as he can, so he does. and besides that, it's nice seeing his cum leak out of you

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

— oh chilchuck has definitely fantasized about having a younger partner ... not in a age play sort of way, but he feels a strange arousal at the idea of dating someone who's about his daughters' age

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

— man has like three kids ... he's got more than enough experience under his belt.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

— anything that has you on his lap tbh! he likes it, he loves holding onto your ass or thighs when you're bouncing on it

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

— very serious really. he's shy of deadpanning the whole time he fucks you tbh

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

— im not typically the type for it but ... chilchuck ... body hair ... waow ! he's trimmed at most, and he'd shave if you asked him to, but preferably he lets all his body hair be

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

— he's oddly romantic in his own way. if you two had been together for a while, then it's definitely slow kisses all over your body and gently smoothing his thumb over your skin and all. but if not, then it's simple things like making sure there's a soft pillow under your head or tucking your hair to the side and stuff

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

— some forever ago when he was younger, definitely getting himself off was something far from unfamiliar. it helped alleviate the stress of his work and helped him let off steam. but these days, he doesn't

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

— ive mentioned it before in my chilchuck nsfw thoughts but he's pretty vanilla, but the idea of tying you up has definitely crossed his mind once or twice

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

— bedroom definitely. chilchuck doesnt like mixing his private affairs and public affairs, and can be pretty strict about it. (tho im certain, over time, if you pouted and pleaded with him enough, he'd say yes to anything you asked for)

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

— chilchuck is a simple man who gets turned on if you kiss him too much honestly. it's easy to turn him on honestly, but most especially whispering in his ears honestly

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

— nothing specific comes to mind to things chilchuck wouldn't like, but there are definitely some small things that freak him out or make his skin crawl

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

— receivingggg! honestly, it's one of his favorite things actually. just the warmth and slick of someone's mouth on him, seeing them pressed against him like that, feeling their groans against his dick.. it's so overwhelming

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

— it depends on his mood honestly. most nights, he likes to take things slow, kiss you all over before he even thinks about taking your clothes off. but other nights, it's some form of carnal need to satiate his cravings.

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

— oh chilchuck loves quickies, but definitely doesnt do them often. it's typically when he's far too pent up, then he wordlessly pins you against the nearest surface in the house to kiss you sloppily as his hands tug at your clothes with want and need

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

— he's not the risky type, but again, after some time together, definitely if you begged and pleaded enough, he's give in. but never to anything too extreme or dangerous.

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

— chilchuck can last pretty decently, but prefers to go only one or two rounds. (his age is catching up to hi /j)

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

— if you had mentioned it around him, he'd have shyly gone and gotten some for you honestly. it was weird at first but he's come to love playing with you like that, teasing you and riling you up then mocking you afterwards

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

— :)) chilchuck likes being mean, he really likes being mean. whether it's physically teasing you by lightly touching you, running his hands over your thighs, or verbally teasing you by calling you names or being condescending, chilchick is going to be some form of mean one way or another

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

— the whimpererrrr the whinerrrr ! he's pretty loud, or rather, it feels like he's loud because every noise he makes is pressed against your skin, he's like whimpering against your ear or groaning against your shoulder.

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

— its funny only to me but i like to think he's worried he will get erectile dysfunction because he's old lol

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

— again, like i mentioned w the kabru nsfw alphabet, ive never seen a actual penis before like even in pictures so i wouldnt even know how to properly describe it but i think chilchuck is big for a half-foot, which would be decently sized for a tallman

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

— hey u guys see that one post that said something something "what if half-foots fucked like rabbit" ? yeah ♥ (2) chilchuck has a pretty high sex drive, he's typically willing to do it with you whenever too. but you have to remember chilchuck is a pretty responsible and stubborn guy, so despite his high sex drive, if he tells you to wait then you'd have to wait

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

— falls asleep very quickly, but he gets quite clingy when he's tired, so chilchuck grabbing onto your arm and pressing his face against it, isnt really the worst way to end a night of sex

[withlove-xixi]

Hi xixi, I saw your post about the vanilla prompt for kinktober, and honestly, I was thinking maybe Chilchuck could be okay? Just a suggestion obviously, you don't have to do it

But I feel like I need something nice and gentle with the one guy everyone writes like he'd degrade you all the time in bed. I personally don't see him that way so I thought it could work. But it's all up to you! Love your writing xixi! >3<

— THE ESSENCE OF LOVE: chilchuck x reader

KINKTOBER DAY THRITY-ONE: VANILLA ᥫ cw: nsfw, praise, established relationship ᥫ wc: 1124 ★ ask and ye shall receive anon! sighs dreamily ... chilchuck my gentleman, my loverboy ... i hope this is how you pictured it to go! mightve .. gotten carried away (never let me write anything romantic, never let me write anything ever tbh) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— SOMETHING ABOUT YOU DROVE CHILCHUCK INSANE

[♡]: at the end of each day, the end of every bad day at work, every unsuccessful dungeon crawl, every slightly inconvenient moment, chilchuck knows it will all be alright in the end because he always comes back to home.

CHILCHUCK WAS THE KIND OF GUY who didn’t ask for much. He loved in his own awkward, quiet sort of way. No surprise birthday parties, no spontaneous dates, no grand declarations of love; he loved you in the language of notes in the kitchen telling you he’d be gone for a few days, in the language of kissing your forehead every time he woke up in the middle of the night, in the language of gingerly caressing your nape when you kissed.

For what it’s worth, it’s sweet. Definitely not quite the romance you had read about in your silly novels of princes and knights and damsels in towers and wuthering heights, but it was definitely a romance that warmed your heart.

You knew Chilchuck was a man of privacy, somethings in his past that changed the way he loves now, the reason for small, apologetic bouquets of flowers when he made you worry, the reason for holding you so tightly when you two slept, the reason for sheepishly whispering a small “I love you” in public. You never pressed him much about it, though you had definitely met his family prior to properly accepting his awkward advances, and in all honesty, Chilchuck was grateful for it.

Really, he was grateful for you.

As the kind of guy who doesn’t ask for much, you sure gave him more than enough. He was always greeted with a hot meal and a warm bath, always embraced with gentle arms wrapping around his waist, always showered with a tender “how was your day?” or “I got you your favorite ale”. Chilchuck felt lucky— more than that, he felt loved. So very cared for, so very loved. 

Something about you warmed his heart, filled his chest to the brim with this fuzzy feeling that made him feel like a love-stricken teen again or some love sick puppy. Whatever it was, it was something he looked forward to; the sweet, sweet slice of domestic heaven that is to be wrapped in your arms in sound slumber. You made his stomach twist in knots, made butterflies flutter around in his gut, made his cheeks and ears turn bright pink at a simple kiss or even just a smile. The mere thought of you has his lips curling upward, a smile that comes with the bubbling excitement of seeing you again, and one that’s definitely gotten some teasing remarks from his coworkers.

As a man who didn’t ask for much and received more than he could ever even imagine asking for, he tried his best to give it all back to you.

“That’s it, darling,” his voice was so soft and tender it was almost fragile. His touch was just as fragile, ghosting over the skin of your cheek as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

You whimper at the feeling, the noise quickly shushed by Chilchuck as he delicately presses his lips against yours. You feel his fingers gingerly roam your body, moving from caressing your cheek and making its way down to your hip, where he firmly holds onto it, rubbing circles against your skin with his thumb. He’s taking his time with you tonight, not to say he’s usually particularly rough with you, because most nights you both consider yourselves lucky if Chilchuck wasn’t too exhausted to try something romantic with you. So it was nice to have this moment of intimacy with how busy things usually are, a steady slow dance of wet kisses and gentle touches to the heavenly melody of quiet groans and breathy whimpers.

When Chilchuck bottoms out, he pulls away from the kiss, you both chasing for the breath you just lost. Your pants melt into soft whimpers, your eyes shutting and your head tilting backwards. Chilchuck rests his forehead against yours, his other hand coming to your cheek to stroke it soothingly while the hand on your hip twitches slightly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, almost against your lips, like it’s some prayer he’s uttering to a god.

You feel your face heat up, something about Chilchuck is so vulnerable right now, something so soft and tender, so pure it felt forbidden to indulge in it. Still you lifted your head to capture his lips once more, still he slowly and steadily moved his hips. Your moans are muffled by his mouth, by his tongue pressing against yours. He draws closer to you, chests touching as you wrap your arms around his neck, the tips of your fingers brushing through the hairs at the base of his nape. Chilchuck groans into your lips as he drags his cock in and out of you in a pace that’s sweet, slow and patient, a means for you both to truly enjoy this moment of scarcity.

When you pull away from the kiss, gasping again like earlier, Chilchuck’s immediately back to whispering praise, his head falling next to yours as he lets sweet words spill from his lips into the shell of your ear.

“You’re so good, too good for me…” With how he says it, he sounds guilty in some sort of beautiful, romantic way. There’s no way he can truly repay you for your patience, your kindness, your love, so he does his best, in the sweet, little, awkward things he does for you. He repays you now by taking his time to make sure you feel good, to make sure he’s able to make love to you with you.

You moan his name, some sinful sounding song that makes him pick up his pace. Both hands find purchase on either hip, grounding him to the real world, to the feel of your tightness around his cock, the warmth of your breath against his skin, the sound of your voice in his ear. He sits up despite your whines, he sits up to selfishly take in the view; your face contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes half-lidded, almost misty, your hands that now grip tightly on the bed sheet beneath you, your chest rising and falling with each whine, each whimper, each cry of his name. Chilchuck lets out a strangled noise, some mix of a growl and a groan as he hunches forward. He lifts your hips, moving one of your legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. One you seem to like since you’re arching your back and moaning a bit louder. Chilchuck smiles, not some wicked, mischievous grin, but something loving and tender. He smiles warmly as you plea for him to go faster, to go a bit rougher.

As a man who didn’t usually ask for much, for his lover who asked just as little of him, he’d give you the world in a heartbeat.

[withlove-xixi]

— TWO TONED: chilchuck x reader

KINKTOBER DAY ONE: COCKWARMING ᥫ cw: nsfw, cockwarming, breast play/nipple play, dom/sub ᥫ wc: 705 ★ i've shared this idea in toram's ask box before but it was something i was planning on writing regardless lol cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— CHILCHUCK CAN BE MEAN IF HE WANTS TO BE.

[♡]: it’s something you had learned since you first met him. like two sides of the same coin, he’s able to switch from cold, mean, and stoic to warm, sweet, and carefree. it was… admittedly a bit difficult to get used to. hell, even now when he’s buried deep inside you, whispering sweet praise into your ear, you can’t tell if he’s being nice or mean!

IT WASN’T FAIR! IT JUST WASN’T FAIR!

You wriggled in Chilchuck’s tight grasp, a mistake first and foremost because it only gives you a tantalizing taste of the friction you desperately craved. And like you have been doing for however long Chilchuck has had you in this limbo, you whine, a pitchy, bratty noise that’s only ever gotten an amused chuckle from him.

“Chil… Please…” The words leave your mouth almost instinctively now, having repeated them over and over again.

He pinches your nipple before you have a chance to plead again, causing you to squeal, arching your back against his chest. Though, your wriggling is no use since his free hand keeps an iron grip on your waist, pinning you against his chest and on top of his cock. You clench involuntarily around him at the sudden consciousness of how much he was filling you up.

“Come on, just a bit more.” Chilchuck whispers into your ear, the sound of his voice almost foreign from the way he’d kept so quiet from the moment he pulled you into the bedroom by your arm and kissed your neck. “Just a bit more for me.”

You whine at his request, hips moving in a feeble attempt at creating some form of friction between you two. The half-foot only lets out an amused sigh, his fingers tightening around your hip, stilling them. His other hand moves to press the pad of his index finger against your nipple, moving it in slow, gentle circles, the sensation shooting electric-like shocks down your spine. You moan quietly at the feeling, eyes shutting tightly, body trembling from sheer want and desperation.

Chilchuck shushes you, a low whisper ringing against the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin. You draw in a shaky breath. Chilchuck continues his assault on your body, the hand on his hip moving slowly up your body, tracing delicately on the goosebumps on your skin, past every dip, curve and muscle until it reaches your other nipple. With it, he holds your nipple between his index and thumb, gently pressing his fingers together and pulling on your bud, while the other hand keeps rubbing careful circles on the other.

Now somewhat free from his grasp, you buck your hips as an almost pathetic-sounding whine leaves your lips, drool beginning to pool on the corners of your mouth. His lips move to your neck, chuckling against your skin as he slowly and tenderly begins to kiss from behind your ear and down to your shoulder. You keep rolling your hips against him, the movement almost tentative— hesitant, like you were worried you’d set Chilchuck off, especially since he was being so nice.

Nice, because as mean as it was for him to keep you trapped against him, to dangle the promise of pleasure in front of you like bait, he was still kissing your neck, whispering sticky, sweet praise into your ear, playing with your chest with such tenderness. Now, if he were being mean, he’d have left you tied up in bed after toying with you as much as he was now, so you’re taking this as him being nice.

Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to fuck you. You could tell by the way his voice shakes that he was nearing his limit, that slowly but surely, you were chipping away at this stoic facade he wore. The thought made you clench around him, which reminded you of how full he stuffed you, which only made you rock yourself a bit more frantically.

He bites down at your shoulder without warning, tugging harshly at both your nipples. You gasp at the sudden feeling. “Behave.” His voice is deep, almost a growl against your ear.

But despite his warning, you feel his body twitch, the smallest hint to a thrust, the most friction he’s given you the whole night. It sparks something in you. A drive to fully push him over the edge, to snap whatever is left of the already fading restraint in him. You pause with deep breaths, mustering your courage before you begin to rock your hips again.

You can take it if he was mean to you.

[withlove-xixi]

bard anon again with an nsfw/suggestive request: brat tamer chilchuck pls 👉👈 teasing and discipline…

— LESSONS TAUGHT: chilchuck x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, dom/sub, petnames, teasing, riding, praise, creampie ᥫ wc: 2988 ★ my dear bard anon, first im sorry for doing your requests out of order i promise i'll work on yer other req soon :3! second, AUGHAHASNDGNN ANSDGMMMANSN AUGHHAHSNDNN brat tamer chilchuck ... i need this old man in my bed so bad ... so terribly bad ...!!! lastly, im sorry if its not how you expected it to be TT aughhh i hope you enjoy tho! cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— SOME LESSONS IN LIFE ARE BEST LEARNED BY EXPERIENCE.

[♡]: chilchuck was an impatient man, whether it was with work or with friends, he could always only stretch his patience so thin. with you, he was always more lenient, of course, you were his favorite after all. but there were times, where you wore his patience down too.

THERE'S A HIGH PITCHED WHINE that echoes through the wooden walls of Chilchuck's bedroom, something impatient, something bratty.

"Pl… Please, Chil…" You plea softly, a small droplet of drool dribbling down the corner of your lips.

He only hums, hands smoothing over the skin of your ass, caressing it in such a gentle manner. He stays speechless, and you know he's calculating something, plotting exactly how he wants to enjoy your punishment. Chilchuck could really be mean when he wanted to.

Ah, but he'd justify that he was only mean when he needed to be.

Now was one of those times as you helplessly squirm on his lap, whining from the lack of stimulation. He's had you in this hold for quite some time now, only ever moving his hands to grab at your ass or back to your hips to stop you from grinding against him. It was unfair, terribly so. You didn't even do anything too bad. Well, maybe a bit bad.

Early that afternoon you had sauntered in the half-foot union headquarters with the intent to cause some trouble for your darling Chilchuck, who made it very clear he would be busy that afternoon. You justified your visit by telling yourself it was a means to cheer him up (which was half-true, really) since he had been working so hard lately, he barely had time to breath (which was completely true).

So there you were, wrapping your arms around Chilchuck's neck, pulling him to sit flush against his chair so you could kiss the top of your head.

"Come on, Chil," you say in a singsong tone, "come take a break. For me?"

You feel his body stiffen a bit and see his fingers twitch slightly. Oh, you knew he had a soft spot for you, it was something you abused quite often. But today Chilchuck seems unmoving, sighing deeply and continuing with paperwork.

"Darling, you know I can't." He says simply and slowly, like he was explaining something to a child. "Got work."

"And no time for me?" You draw out the last word as sweetly as you can. He stiffens a second time and a moment passes before he looks up at you. You bat your lashes at him, smiling innocently at your lover.

Chilchuck sighs again. "Not now, sweetheart." Though he sounds about ready to ravage you then and there.

You make a show of letting known your disappointment, huffing and peeling your hands away from him to cross them. You pout down at him and you fight a smirk when you see his eye twitch.

"Hey, come on, don't be like that." He says and turns his chair to face you. Chilchuck's hands pry apart your crossed ones and his thumbs smooth over the backs of your palms. "Could have fun at home sweetheart," he kisses the back of each hand one at a time, "just lemme finish up my work."

This was a rarity for Chilchuck, to be willing enough to ask this of anyone so nicely and so easily. You know it's because he's asking you, and when it comes to you, you've seen miracles happen with Chilchuck, moments and secrets he dare not share with anyone else. Despite that you huff again and turn your head to the side, you feel his grip on your hands tighten slightly.

"Let's have fun now!" You try again, whining. Your hands leave his as you make big gestures to sell him on your idea. "Take a break, Chil, please. I can make it quick." You say that last bit with a playful wink.

His eye twitches again, more obvious this time. You can tell he's fighting really hard not to give into his wants, not to give into you. Again, you've seen miracles happen with Chilchuck.

"No means no," he says so sternly after a brief moment of silence as he turns his chair back to focus on his work.

You open your mouth to protest again but he quickly cuts you off. "Don't test me on this, darling. I'm serious."

At this point, you’re the one annoyed, ticked off at the fact he’s so stubborn. Sure you admired his worth ethic, always prioritizing work before leisure, making sure everything is done, but gods! Get a grip, Chilchuck! You’ve been practically throwing yourself at him but he’s just too stubborn to budge! Any sane man would fold as soon as he sees his hot partner be so eager for him!

Again you make a show of your emotions, nearly growling in frustration as you throw your arms in the air. “Fine then! I don’t care!” You yell exasperatedly as you begin to stomp away.

Not before Chilchuck quickly catches your wrist. You turn back to him with an open mouth and a glare, wanting to yell a few more things, but you immediately freeze when you meet his eyes. His usual warm brown eyes now hold a stern, unamused look and your breath hitches in your throat.

“You’re really going to be like that?” He asks, but it’s more of a statement — a challenge. To which you huff at and stick your tongue out to.

Not quite the best choice seeing as Chilchuck’s got you all wet and needy and doing nothing about it at all.

You whine again as you try to grind your hips against his, trying your hardest to catch even a sliver of friction against his warm cock. But he spares you no alms, hands moving back to your waist to keep you still. Such a terrible position to be in! Any other time, you’d be gleefully bouncing yourself up and down his lap, savoring the way he feels scrapping your insides. But today? Now? When he’s got you naked and just sitting on his lap? When he had previously spent eternity pumps his experienced fingers in and out of you, only to stop when you’ve reached the precipice of pleasure? Not as fun considering how much trouble you went to to finally get him in bed with you. And Chilchuck wasn’t even naked! He was wearing his black long sleeved shirt still, his belt remained unbuckled, his pants unbuttoned, hell, he was still wearing that damn neckwarmer!

“Ch- Chil…” You try again with pleading, looking at him with a big pout as a tearful expression. “Please… hah… Need you… Please…”

Your breathing is ragged, uneven. Chilchuck merely stares at you (though you don’t miss the way his brow twitches when he sees you pout).

He finally makes a sound, humming as if in thought. “You really need to be taught a lesson, huh?”

Your brows furrow. You don’t like where this is going.

Your mouth opens to speak, but he cuts you off. “Don’t you think it’s unfair if I just give you what you want, sweetheart?” Chilchuck asks as a hand moves back down to smooth over the fat of your ass. He doesn’t let you even think about an answer before he’s continuing with a small tsk. “Making a big fuss at work? Thinking I’ll give you what you want if you show me those pouty lips of yours? Really think that’s fair?”

You shake your head, though the response is nearly instinctive. Chilchuck picks up on that, rubbing circles on your ass before he lifts his hand and brings it back down with a loud smack. You jolt at the sting, the pain shooting straight up your spine. You whine in response.

“Can’t have you being like that, darling. Gotta teach you a lesson.” He says as his hand comes down again; another slap, another whine.

You shake your head again. “I- ‘M sorry… Chil—”

He tuts softly. “None of that now, darling. Gotta be good for me, learn your lesson, yeah?” Chilchuck says as he pulls you closer, bringing your ass up higher.

He continues to slap your ass, almost rhythmically the way his hand lifts up only to come back down with searing pain. Tears well up in your eyes as you whine the whole time, incoherent pleas to stop and half-hearted promises to behave leave your lips as stray tears roll down your cheeks. Chilchuck resists the urge to just stop and give in to what you want, but he reminds himself that that was the whole purpose of your punishment; for being bratty.

Chilchuck's hand suddenly stops, resting on your ass as you huff out small sobs, letting tears freely fall. He smiles at you endearingly, though you miss it with the tears blurring your vision. His other hand comes up to brush against your cheek, wiping away the tears as he brings you closer, kissing you just below your eyes.

"Shh, it's okay," he coos and you feel yourself instantly melt. "Didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

You can tell enough his apology is genuine, but instinct tells you your punishment wasn't going to end so quickly.

But you sniffle anyway, letting Chilchuck whisper sweet reassurance into your ear as he rubs over the sore flesh of your ass, the other hand smoothing over the back of your head, stroking your hair.

"Have to be punished so you could learn your lesson." He explains slowly. "You understand right?"

With a small sniffle, you nod wordlessly, frowning slightly as you cast your eyes downward.

Chilchuck shushes you again and pulls you closer by the back of your head. He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, pressing his face into your shoulder after. "So good for me…" He whispers. "So very good."

You whimper pathetically at the praise, stomach twisting in knots, and you feel Chilchuck smile slightly against your skin.

"Can—" you sniffle "Can we–"

"Not yet, darling. Can't let you off the hook yet." Chilchuck says, his tone is gentle, like he has to be for you to understand.

You whimper a second time, moving to try and lower yourself on him again. “Please, Chil… I’ll be— be nice… I’ll be good, please…”

There’s a pause the way he suddenly tilts his head backwards, exposing his neck to you. You watch his Adam's apple bob when he swallows slightly and you feel yourself grow just a bit needier. You lean forward, pressing your nose against the side of his neck, hot breath warming his skin as you pant against it. You let out a high pitched whine. “Please, Chil… Please…” You plead as you plant a light, experimental kiss on his skin as you hear him suck his breath through his teeth. His grip on your waist tightens slightly, fingers twitching against your skin.

You take this as a sign to keep going, leverage if you will. So you keep kissing him, very carefully peppering his neck with small, featherlight kisses, each one leading up higher to just below his ear, where you whisper a small, whiny “please”; all of which is enough for Chilchuck to snap.

He sighs, almost in defeat, and brings his hands to your shoulders to gently push you off him and make you look him in the eyes. Brown eyes stare back at yours with such fiery intensity, with such want; it was hard not to feel small under his gaze.

“Fine,” he says, like he has no other choice but to let you have your way. “Just this one time, okay, sweetheart? Just one time.”

A smile breaks on your face as you nod enthusiastically. “Yes! Please!” You say, desperation evident in your voice.

Chilchuck lets out a short chuckle, amused with your reaction. “There’ll be a catch though, darling, since I’m already doing so much by just pardoning your punishment.” He punctuates the statement with a shrug and you lift off him.

“What? No! You can’t!” You immediately respond despite not knowing what he has planned.

Chilchuck frowns at you. “Guess you don’t really want this then? Was gonna let you cum all nice and pretty but I gu—”

“No, no! I’ll do it! Chil!” You draw out his name in a whine as you pout at him with furrowed brows. The audacity he had to tease you at a time like this.

He smiles at you, too innocently, and reaches a hand down to undo his pants. Chilchuck taps on your thigh and you lift yourself off him to give him more room. He slides his pants and undergarments down, just enough for his cock to spring out. Your mouth waters at the sight, the feel of its warmth against your thigh. Another whine leaves your mouth as you buck your hips, urging Chilchuck to move already.

Thankfully, he gets the message, guiding your hips downward to meet his cock. It slips easily inside of your awaiting hole, its warmth and girth instantly filling you up. You make a pleasured sound, a languid moan that melts into a relieved sigh, finally at ease now that Chilchuck’s finally buried inside you.

You stare at him pleadingly but expectantly, impatiently waiting for him to buck his hips up into yours. But Chilchuck makes no such move, his hands remain still on your hips. Instead, the half-foot smiles at you, a mischievous grin that suddenly fills your stomach with dread.

“A catch remember, sweetheart?” He says, carefree. “Been bad, so you gotta work for what you want.”

You open your mouth to complain, but he quickly quirks an eyebrow at you. “Or have you changed your mind, darling? Don’t want this anymore?”

You shake your head vigorously and Chilchuck laughs at the way your relaxed expression instantly shifts to unease. Had it been a different circumstance, you might’ve swatted at Chilchuck for laughing at you, might’ve called him a meanie too for bullying you this much, but your body betrays you as his grip twitches against you when you involuntarily tighten up.

This time, Chilchuck looks at you expectantly. “Well, go on.”

Your eyebrows knit as you frown at him, but shakily make a move anyway, placing one hand on his shoulder and slowly lifting yourself off him. A deep groan echoes from Chilchuck, a shaky breath escapes you. Very gently, you begin pushing yourself back down until he’s back fully inside you.

You repeat the process, shakily lifting yourself up and plunging back down until you form a steady rhythm, bouncing up and down his cock with gusto. Chilchuck groans every time you come back down to sheath him inside of you, his grip on your hips tight enough to leave marks, his voice growing more and more animalistic the more you go on.

“So good, doing so good, darling.” He praises as he leans forward to meet your neck with his lips. His teeth graze against your skin as he bites down, exhaling against your skin with his mouth around it.

You whine when he bites, tightening your grip on his shoulder as you moan out his name. You feel his hips slightly buck upwards into you, pushing his cock deeper into you when you push yourself back down.

“Hah- Chil-” You say his name between pants. Quickly, he moves his mouth from your neck to your lips, one of his hands comes behind your neck to pull you against him. His tongue slips inside, pressing against yours in a sloppy wet kiss.

You find it difficult to focus both on kissing Chilchuck and fucking him, your pace falters as you begin to shakily pull yourself off him, muffle whimpers filling the confines of his bedroom. Thankfully, Chilchuck’s good at multitasking. He lets out a sharp, frustrated exhale through his nose as he forcefully thrusts his hips upward, making up for the sudden irregularity in your pace.

You moan unabashedly when he finally pulls away from the kiss, your hand on his shoulder moving to hold onto him more desperately, nails digging into the skin of his back as you cling onto him for stability, to ground yourself. Chilchuck’s hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together as he continues to fuck into you, almost frantically bucking his hips into yours as you both draw closer to your peak.

You can tell he’s close with the way his groans sound almost like growls, something low and full against the shell of your ear. The sound alone is almost enough to set you off the edge, but that combined with his grip on your hips with the twitch of his cock against your warm walls and the praise he whispers between groans.

“Feel so good, darling.” He whispers, voice grown hoarse and gruff. “Wanna keep you like this, keep my dick inside you. You want that, darling? Fuck-”

Your thoughts are incoherent, therefore your response is incoherent too, a string of yes’s and vigorous nods mewled between high pitched moans and whines. Your hips try to keep up with his pace despite your legs beginning to shake. You’re close, you’re sure he can tell. Chilchuck kisses you again, wet, opened-mouthed and sloppy, teeth clashing against teeth, saliva mixing with saliva. He keeps kissing you as he suddenly thrusts upward one last time and his hand pulls you flush against his lap at the same time, forcing his cock as deep inside you as possible, filling you with warmth as he cums deep inside you.

You don’t last much longer, tightening around him as you reach the precipice of pleasure, milking his orgasm as you pulse against his cock. You pull away first from the kiss, panting, desperate to catch your breath. Chilchuck’s panting too, but he smiles as he brings a hand up to your cheek, caressing it gently and brushing sweat-slicked hair away from your face.

“Learned your lesson?” He asks, breathlessly yet easily.

Dazily, you nod slowly, licking your lips to moisten them. He presses a chaste kiss on your forehead as the hand on your hip rubs small, soothing circles on your skin.

“Good.” Chilchuck says. “Because next time, I’m not going to be as lenient.”