#Guy x reader

[luxthestrange]

TTIGRIAS Incorrect quotes#38 Not on my watch...

Guy*Looking at You and Rimuru*Stay foxy~

Y/n*Putting an arm around Rimuru and pulling him close, looking up and down at him unimpressed* Die lonely~

Rimuru"Now I get why women fantasize about this-I feel so safe"*Happily latched to your side*...

[wing-ed-thing]

Team Dinner! (Might Guy x Reader)

Synopsis: After a mission well done, you and Gai have his team over for dinner. It should be noted that Gai has never cooked (successfully) before.

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags/Warnings: @kakashiswilloffire Kitchen Antics, Reader is Picked Up, Fluff, Wholesome

You weren’t exactly sure when Gai proposed it, but you had gone with him to the market and marked your calendar for dinner nonetheless. You and Tenten must have had a similar thought as you leaned over Gai’s kitchen counter, brows in various forms of furrowed as Gai worked the cutting board. 

You caught her looking at you in your peripheral and glanced her way to meet her confused stare. Tenten bounced from the cutting board and back to you. All you could offer her was a confused shrug and speculative dip of your lip. She turned her attention back to her teacher, concerned.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything we can do to help, Gai-sensei?” she asked, eyes glued to Gai’s fast-moving kitchen knife. He made short work of a squash, the blade hitting the wood block with a slam sudden enough to make Tenten flinch. Gai shook his head.

“No, no. No guest of mine is being put to work in the kitchen!” His eyes closed as he grinned, throwing two thumbs up and his kitchen knife into the air. You and Tenten shouted simultaneously, both instinctively reaching out in some way or another to catch the knife before Gai could. With a theatric twirl, he turned and caught the knife by the blade between his fingers. You let out a deep sigh. Tenten looked like she was about to pass out. You poured her more sparking juice and nudged the glass into her hand. 

“Where do you want the onions, Gai-sensei?!” Lee spun around from his station at the opposite counter, his eyes puffy and red. He wiped his face against his shoulder. Your lip curled into a slight pout.

You took a clean napkin in your hand, maneuvering around Gai with a light touch on his lower back. He hardly noticed, continuing to speak and wiggle around as he usually did. Lee, always one to wear his emotions freely, continued to cry. He, too, barely acknowledged you even as you gently dapped his free-flowing tears. 

A gentle sound came from the front door. Lee’s head shot up just in time for one of his tears to miss the food.

“Neji!”

“Ah, that must be young Neji!” Gai bellowed. 

You slipped the napkin under Lee’s thumb, once again moving around the chaos to answer the door. Sure enough, Neji stood on your doorstep. He wore his usual pout, which you were sure stemmed from a reluctance even to be there. Gai had always been an acquired taste, and Neji was a moody teenage boy, so you couldn’t say you necessarily blamed him. 

“Hey, Neji, it’s good to see you.” He gave a small grunt of acknowledgment as he walked through the door you held open for him. As he stepped into the entryway, the small box hidden under a fold of fabric at his waist didn’t escape your notice. You closed the door behind him as you spoke discretely, “You know, I can put that in the fridge for you.”

Neji froze on the spot. While his blank expression gave nothing away, his relative demeanor told you all you needed to know. He turned, giving you a once over as he tried to decipher any hint of disappointment from you. 

“I brought one, too, if it makes you feel any better,” Tenten chimed in. She hopped up on an adjacent couch, kneeling on the cushions to rest her elbows on the back pillow. “I think the only one who didn’t bring one was Lee.” You rubbed at the back of your neck with a bashful smile. 

“Kinda embarrassing that he has more trust in Gai’s cooking than I do. He’s never made a meal like this, and given how the last ones went…”

Neji frowned—although not by much more than usual. Tenten grimaced at the memory.

“Granted, I think we can all agree that Lee has a little too much faith.” Neji didn’t meet your eye as he sheepishly surrendered his backup dinner to you. You tucked it discretely into your sleeve as he took to scowling at Tenten.

“It actually looks like he’s doing a good job tonight,” you offered. “I told Tenten that if it ends up a disaster, I’ll just give these back to you and pretend they’re leftovers I found in the fridge.” Neji’s brow furrowed. 

“You think that’ll work?”

“Oh, yeah, Gai won’t even bat an eye—” The pleasant smell must have hit you all at the same time. You stopped talking, and all three of you took a deep inhale. Dazed by the scent, you continued, “Uh, yeah, they seem to be doing pretty well there. It doesn’t seem like that will be an issue.”

“Yeah, no, Sensei is surprisingly competent in the kitchen,” Tenten whispered, only to receive a scoff from Neji in return. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Sure enough, Neji did see it. The three of you sat at the counter as Gai and Lee cooked on the opposite side, putting on an oddly fascinating show. You poured Neji a sparkling juice. Your emergency bentos were long forgotten. 

“I would pay money to see this,” Tenten said, entranced as she dug into the chips and dip you had set out on the counter. She held one half of the tray, and you supported the other. “I have never seen curry do that before.” You shook your head slowly in disbelief.

“Out of the pot, in the air, and back into the pot. Like a cartoon.” You ate another chip. “Dare I say it’s art?” Neji scoffed.

“I don’t know about art. I’m still trying to figure out how someone uses the spine of a knife to clean a herring.” 

Gai cleaned his hands in the sink in front of you, and with a triumphant whip of his hand towel, he pronounced,

“Dinner is almost ready!” 

He struck a pose, and you tried not to laugh as you gave Tenten the rest of the chip tray. You cupped the side of Gai’s face, kissing his cheek before you attempted to move past him to grab plates to set the table. He didn’t let you, wrapping two muscular arms around your hips to spin you around the kitchen with a jolly laugh. 

“Gai!” 

“I will not let you down until you proclaim me House Husband… Extraordinaire!” You yelped as he gave you a light toss, catching you back in his arms as he lowered you into a dip as expertly as any ballroom dancer. You held your hand up to your forehead as if swooning.

“House Husband Extraordinaire, will you please allow me to set the table for your gourmet cuisine?” you declared dramatically, and only then did Gai allow you back on your feet. He spun you under his arm, but when you caught sight of the dinner table, you saw it was already set. Even the dishes that Gai had just cooked were already there.

Gai’s three students stood around the table, waiting patiently for you to join them, each of their expressions warm and sentimental. Lee was crying, blubbering something about a pure and loving relationship. 

You took your seats at the table.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: The dinner menu consists of Team Gai's favorite foods: herring soba, curry, and sesame dumplings. Odd combination.

[wistfulwanderingone]

Court of Darkness: Crimson Waltz

Characters: Guy X MC (MC named Cassandra)

Word Count: ~ 800

Description: Fluffy romance

From Anonymous: Dialogue Story Request “Cause a scene?! I am NOT causing a scene! If you want a scene so badly, though, I can show you a scene!” (with a little artistic license on my part)

@aide-falls I thought you especially might enjoy this :-)

Crimson Waltz

In the grandeur of the Avarian palace ballroom, I guide Cassandra with practiced elegance, my arm a steady anchor for her presence by my side. Each step she takes is cautious, a reflection of our earlier conversation wherein I reminded her of the importance of upholding a dignified demeanor at all times. 

All must go well. Cassandra must prove herself worthy in front of my father and the nobles and politicians.

Together, we navigate through the sea of esteemed nobles, each interaction calculated and poised, a carefully choreographed dance of social engagement. Finally, the orchestra's lilting melody signals the commencement and respite of a waltz, and I lead Cassandra onto the polished dance floor. Our steps synchronize effortlessly, the observers' eyes keenly fixed upon us. Her gaze remains steadily at my throat, as if scrutinizing the cravat at my throat, her lips pressed together in concentration. Her heart beats nervously against my hand where it rests firmly against her back. A peculiar sensation flits in my chest, my concern for the intensity of the situation – a vague echo of my own childhood encounters with such emotions. But if she is to be mine, she must learn to adapt to its demands.

As the waltz unfolds with grace, an unforeseen hiccup interrupts our flawless rhythm – her shoe entangles momentarily with her gown, causing an almost imperceptible stumble. Swiftly, before her balance can falter completely, my instincts take over. With a firm yet gentle grip, I ensure her equilibrium is swiftly restored.

The scrutinizing gazes of the nobles in attendance demand a flawless performance, and I'm determined to uphold our appearance. "Watch your step. We're not here to make a spectacle," I mutter under my breath, my words a stark reminder to avoid any potential disruption to the carefully orchestrated ambiance of the evening.

Her grip on my hand tightens, she clenches her teeth and finally meets my gaze, her crimson eyes narrowing defiantly as her cheeks blaze brightly. “Make a spectacle?! I am NOT making a spectacle!” Her voice, a restrained assertion, hangs in the air, and the room seems to hold its breath, all eyes upon us, including the penetrating gaze of my father. “If you want a spectacle so badly,” she huffs boldly, “I can certainly provide one!”

Undeterred by the ripples of astonishment that sweep through the crowd, she decisively halts our dance. In a bold, swift move that defies convention, she pulls me into an intimate embrace, her lips meeting mine in a passionate, spontaneous kiss. Gasps and murmurs sweep through the ballroom.

Time bends around us,  a blissful escape from the rigid expectations that encase us, and the world is reduced to the sensation of her lips against mine as I deepen the kiss. I relish the soft sound she makes in the back of her throat, as her mouth opens beneath my kiss.

When we finally draw apart, panting slightly, the room remains in hushed anticipation, a collective pause as they await the ensuing tableau. Her face is flushed as her breath comes quickly, and for a moment, she avoids eye contact as the reality of her action hits her. But at last, her gaze seeks mine, a mixture of trepidation and curiosity in her eyes. 

Her audacity, her willingness to challenge the boundaries of our roles, is a revelation that both surprises and intrigues me. Her eyes widen as I lick my lips before offering her the hint of a smirk, conveying a silent understanding that I don't disapprove.

"Well, that was certainly unexpected," I remark with a quirked eyebrow, my voice carrying a playful undertone that I suddenly find myself uncaring if it reaches our audience. As I brush a strand of hair out of her face, she bites her lip, a sweet smile gracing them as she gazes up at me through her thick lashes. 

With a flourish of my hand, I signal the stunned orchestra to continue the waltz. Amidst the murmuring crowd, I lean in once more, capturing her lips in a tender and lingering kiss.

The once-silent ballroom transforms into a chorus of murmurs and whispers, the air alive with intrigue, but strangely, I find myself hardly caring. Cassandra and I share a realm of our own, momentarily detached from the watchful gaze of the onlookers. In that stolen moment, I convey my silent approval, an unspoken acknowledgment of the spark of defiance she's ignited and a reminder of all the reasons that make her so dear to me.

[mayhem-neverending]

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First Naruto fic here. I’ve been on a Guy kick the last couple days, so here it goes! (Not edited)

Might Guy x Reader

This is part One. I’m not sure how many parts there will be, because I only meant for it to be a short story. I’m getting carried away but I don’t want to lose the integrity of the story by rushing the best parts, so I thought it better to break it up.

Word Count: 2,665

Warnings: alcohol usage, I think a single swear word, sexual themes.

Part II

...

It had been two full years since you had been to the Village Hidden in the Leaves; thanks to a tireless mission where you had played a waitress as an undercover operative in the Hidden Sound Village. You had gathered all the information you could, and you were ready to return home. The journey back was rushed, excitement coursing through your veins the closer you got to the gates. You could see them just through the trees, and restrained yourself from running forward, maintaining a steady pace. 

As you stepped into the clearing, you noticed two shinobi congregating at the left side of the gates. One stood with his hands in his pockets, while the other spoke animatedly with his hands. It didn’t take long for you to recognize the two as your old classmates and close friends, and you forgot about your restraint, breaking into a run towards them. The one with his hands in his pockets noticed your movement almost immediately, and turned his stance defensive. He sized you up as you ran towards them, but you saw recognition come through his masked features as he dropped a kunai. 

“Y/n?” He uttered softly as he dropped his kunai. 

The animated man next to him stilled, turning his head to follow his friends line of vision. His eyes widened and he spun around to fully face you. 

“Guy! Kakashi!” You beamed brilliantly at them, your final yard turning into a leap as you crashed into Guy’s now open arms. 

“Y/n! How long has it been!?” He squeezed you until you couldn’t breathe, happy tears clouding his eyes. 

“Kakashi, am I dreaming?” He asked his rival dramatically. 

You pulled away from his embrace and let out a full laugh that vibrated your chest. Tears were threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes as you launched yourself at Kakashi, who was fully prepared and grinning wildly under his mask. He placed a gloved hand to the back of your head, fingers curling slightly in your hair to pull you under his chin. “It’s been too long, Y/n,”

He let go of you and you stepped back from them, wiping tears from your eyes. “Gods, I’m so glad I’m home,” 

“What are you guys doing here waiting at the gates?”

“Guy had our teams do a training exercise out here.”

“And I am now even more glad I chose this place today! Let me escort you back into the village, I’m sure the Lady Hokage will be pleased to see you! You can tell me all about your mission on the way!”

Guy put a large hand on your shoulder. “Kakashi, I’m sure you can handle the youth when they are finished?”

Kakashi just nodded, eye crinkled from his smile. He pat your back as you started to move forward. “Would you be up for a round of drinks tonight? I’m sure I can wrangle everyone together for your homecoming.”

“That sounds amazing,”

You and Guy walked through the gates, and happiness filled your chest with warmth. You couldn’t have asked for a better welcome party if you tried. You had been close friends with those two since the academy. You were one of the few people who had been at Guy’s side right from the beginning - before he became strong and proved all the other kids wrong. You had a deep connection with him, and you knew he felt the same warmth in his chest now because he stayed oddly quiet and he kept reaching out to touch you, as if you may really be some sort of imaginary figure. About the fifth time of him doing this, you grabbed his hand and pulled him back into a warm hug. 

“Y/n?”

You looked up at him. “You don’t have to keep reaching out, Guy. I’m really here, I promise.” 

He smiled down at you, sniffling. “Two years away and you can still read my mind,” 

“Of course, what kind of best friend would I be if I couldn’t?”

The rest of the walk to the Hokage’s office was short and uneventful. You parted ways with Guy in front of the Hokage’s door. “I’ll be seeing you tonight, then?” 

“You betcha!” Guy exclaimed, giving you his signature thumbs up.

He gave your hand a squeeze, and you knocked on the door with a sweet smile. 

Guy’s walk back to the gates was swift, and he never dropped his grin on the way. He couldn’t be more excited that you were back home. He had waited two painstaking years for you to return, his heart longing for you all the time. 

Around a year before you left, Guy had realized his feelings towards you were more than platonic. He had stewed on that realization for months, and decided he wouldn’t tell you how he felt, because he didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize your friendship. Your were the nearest and dearest thing to him, and it would tear him apart to lose you. 

It tore him apart almost just as much to lose your contact for two years. You weren’t allowed to communicate in any way. It was especially hard for him when he went to your apartment to make sure it stayed clean and he could smell you everywhere. 

While you were away, he toyed with the idea of telling you his feelings when you returned. It couldn’t be that bad. He imagined you reaching up to kiss him in response, telling him you loved him just the same, before the vision was morphed into you rejecting him, disgusted, and telling him you didn’t want to see him again. 

It was hard to shake off that thought; he wasn’t particularly lucky with women. He was used to rejection, but you had always been there for him, helping him with his confidence. Rejection from you would be the nail in his coffin and would completely shatter his confidence. 

He visibly shook himself off as he reached Kakashi again, the smile returning to his face as he noticed his team waiting there for him. 

“Sensei, where were you?” Lee asked impatiently.

“Not important, Lee.” He turned to Kakashi. “How did they do?”

“Quite well, I’m sure Naruto and Sakura will be disappointed they came in last,”

Guy laughed. “Well alright, lets get a move on, team. Kakashi, I’ll see you later,”

“Where to now, Sensei?” Lee, as always, was right on Guy’s heels. 

“To dinner, I think you all have trained enough for the day,”

His team made noises of excitement behind him, shooting off different restaurants they wanted to go to. Kakashi crossed his arms and watched them leave. He was in good spirits because one of his best friends was finally home, but he had a little niggling worry in the back of his mind for Guy. It wouldn’t be irrational to think that he would unload the feelings he had been holding onto for you in a moment of excitement and in a stupor of liquor. He hoped that Guy would have more control than that, but you could never be certain with him. 

Your time in Tsunade’s office seemed to drag on for hours. You were more than exhausted by the time you dragged your feet across town to the apartment you hadn’t touched in years. You were wary as you put the key in the lock, hoping there wouldn’t be too many cobwebs.

The door swung open to reveal a.. clean apartment. You walked through it, seeing that there wasn’t dust or cobwebs collected anywhere. Who...?

You smiled to yourself. The only other people who had a key were Guy and Kakashi. Somebody had kept your place pristine, and you had a feeling it wasn’t Kakashi. Your heart flipped, imagining Guy coming in and dusting every few months.

You had liked Guy for awhile, well, you had liked Guy since you were kids. You found him inspiring and he was a wonderfully attentive friend, unlike a certain other shinobi you knew and loved. Over the last two years though, the distance had made your feelings wane. You thought you were almost completely over him by the time your mission was wrapping up, but seeing him again had flooded you with those same old emotions. 

You dropped your things on the kitchen floor and went to go take a shower. You pulled a towel out of the linen closet and got undressed before remembering you forgot your soap. You covered yourself and while retrieving the soap out of your bag you noticed a figure in your windowsill. You stilled, holding your breath. Thankfully though, you realized it was Kakashi.

“Kashi!”

He gave you a closed eyed smile. ”Don’t mind me. I just wanted to let you know everything is set for tonight. I’ll see you around 6?”

You looked at the clock on the stove. 4:32. “Sure,”

He nodded and disappeared from the window, to which you followed it up by shutting and locking it. You had always hated him appearing like that. More than once had he found you in a compromising state by appearing unannounced.

You quickly got your soap and hopped into the shower, washing your hair after a long journey back felt absolutely amazing. You wished you could stay in there for hours, but you wanted to be on time. You dried off quickly and pulled open your drawers and flung the closet open. It had been so long since you had been able to wear your good stuff. It would take some sorting to decide.

It took only twenty or so minutes to figure out a good outfit. You wanted to look nice to see all of your friends again, but nothing too flashy. You had settled on a pair of pants that complimented the shape of your ass very nicely, especially since it had gotten rounder during your mission. A little show wouldn’t hurt, you thought, winking at yourself in the full length mirror. 

The top was a green, hand-crocheted long sleeve crop. It was warm out, but that would change quickly when the sun began to set. You felt good, your clean hair, clean scent and your clothes had you feeling yourself. You wondered if you would attract Guy’s attention with the way you looked. You hoped so. 

You checked the clock as you finished getting ready and realized it was past a quarter to six. You hurried with your finishing touches and grabbed your bag, excited and ready to go. 

You locked your apartment, nearly skipping down the street in your pleasant mood. The bar wasn’t a far walk; you would be there with a couple minutes to spare. 

Guy was nervous to go out. He fidgeted with his hair as it dried, trying to get every piece perfectly in place, and struggled picking something to wear. He normally just wore his jumpsuit out, but he wanted to look nice for you. He was ecstatic to see you again, to get to be by your side again. He decided on a green t-shirt that hugged his chest. He not so secretly hoped you would be impressed by his muscular form. He flexed in the mirror and gave himself a thumbs up before grabbing a jacket and heading out. 

He walked with purpose towards the bar, not realizing how quickly he was walking until Kakashi appeared beside him. 

“You seem to be in a hurry,” Kakashi looked at him with a sly grin. 

“Only exercising a youthful stride,” He boasted, giving him a half salute. 

“Of course, I’m sure your pace has nothing to do with Y/n,” Kakashi put his hands behind his head as he walked beside Guy, who had faltered in his step. 

“I can’t say I’m not looking forward to spending some time with my best friend!” 

Kakashi eyed Guy but said nothing. They made there way into your favorite bar in record time. They were spotted almost immediately by Kurenai who waved them over to a circular booth near the back. They could see that you were seated next to her smiling widely at them. Guy grinned, and admired your appearance. He thought you looked stunning woth your hair down and your relaxed shoulders. 

Guy rushed to the booth while Kakashi took his time. He was happy to see you, but he never wanted to appear too eager. Guy, however, never seemed to have that problem and slid into the booth with force. Nearly smooshing you in his enthusiasm. 

Kurenai raised her eyebrow at him and gave you a subtle look that didn’t miss. Your cheeks dusted pink. 

“Hello! Has anyone ordered drinks yet or shall I go get some?” Guy asked boisterously.

“Asuma is at the bar,” Kurenai responded, nodding towards him. 

He had been very pleasant, giving you a typical overly hard pat on the back when he first greeted you. And Kurenai had given you a bone-crushing hug. You appreciated them and your heart was full as you reunited with your friends. 

Asuma was quick to bring drinks over, gabbing enough for Genma and Ebisu too, for whenever they decided to show. You took a sip of your sake, enjoying the flavor. 

“Hey Kakashi,” Guy said suddenly. 

Everyone looked over at Guy as he continued. “How about we make this a contest? I bet I can out drink you!” He laughed.

Kakashi squinted at him for a moment before giving in. “Why not, this is a celebration,” 

You giggled. You had missed this. The friendly competition, the warmth of your best friend as his shoulder seemed to perpetually pump you. He gave Kakashi his signature thumbs up and downed his sake in one gulp. “Drink up my friend, the night has just begun!”

Guy winked at you. 

It didn’t take more than an hour for your group to get tipsy. You, especially, were feeling the liquor. It had been awhile since you drank and you could feel that you had very little tolerance for it any more. At some point Guy had put his arm on the seat behind you, and your right thigh pressed against his left. The area where they touched was electric. You reached for your second drink, you tossed your head back and finished it as Genma (who had been late) whooped. Your cheeks were pink from the liquor and attention. Everyone had been asking all about your mission and while you loved them, it was a little overwhelming. 

“Did you date anyone while you were away, Y/n?” Genma asked, sparing a glance at Guy. 

He stiffened slightly in his seat, though you didn’t notice.

“No way,” You laughed. “I’m not really interested in dating under a fake identity,”

“But still, when was the last time you dated someone? Its been, what, 6 years? More?” He pried. 

“6, yeah.” You answered somewhat uncomfortably. You looked at Guy out of the corner of your eye who was frowning.

“You still have many more youthful years, Y/n, worry not!” Guy said, putting his arm around your shoulder and giving you a friendly shake. Your heart sped up a little bit and you gave him a small smile. 

“Kurenai, can I scoot past you? I need to use the restroom.” She and Asuma shuffled around so you could get out. You stretched as soon as your feet hit the floor. You didn’t feel the eyes on you at first, but heard the whistle from Genma. 

You laughed at him and winked, before sauntering off to the bathroom. 

“Well shit,” Genma said, watching you walk away. Might Guy’s eyebrow twitched at his objectification of you, but couldn’t stop himself from admiring you as well. The way your hips moved made him discreetly readjust himself. 

“I know you have a thing for her, but I think I may give ‘er a try if you don’t hurry up.” He said to Guy, who flushed. 

Kakashi smacked Genma upside the head. “Hey!”

Guy noticed that half the bar had watched as you made your way to the bathroom, and he wondered if he would be able to work up the courage to tell you his feelings before someone else got you.

[frickingnerd]

confessing to guy

pairing: guy x gn!reader

summary: when guy gets jealous of matthew, you decide to assure him that he has nothing to worry about by confessing!

"soo… you've been spending a lot of time with matthew recently"

guy pointed out, seemingly out of nowhere. it was all he said, as if he expected you to add something onto his statement. 

"i have" you confirmed his observation. "why? would you prefer to spend time with him instead?"

guy's cheeks turned red and he quickly shook his head at your teasing. 

"of course not! i was just wondering… do you… like him?"

his words caught you a little off guard, but your smile remained on your lips as you answered. 

"i do like him" you confirmed and paused for a moment, observing how disappointed guy seemed to get. "but i love you"

guy's head shot up and his eyes lit up as he stared at you. the red on his cheeks had only gotten more intense and he couldn't seem to believe what you had just said. 

"wait, you… you love me?"

"of course i do!" you smiled. "i wouldn't have said otherwise~" 

[sorisooyaa]

Guy of Gisbourne x Robin Hood's sibling!Reader

@absentmindeduniverse​ in all honestly Idk what was going through mind when I was making this XD

But I think.....I like it?

Reader's been betrothed to their brother's enemy and finds that Guy isn't as bad as he looks

[christinaanime]

"What Disney characters do you write for? :)"

Disney Masterlist

This is question I got so let's answer it. ( I also put here Pixar and DreamWorks characters I write for)

Descendants

Harry Hook

Uma

Mal

Evie

Jay

Carlos de vil

Ben

Jane

Disney movies

Prince Naveen

Prince Eric (both animated and live action version)

Dimitri (from Anastasia)

Milo (from Atlantida)

Prince Philip

Prince Adam/Beast

Aladdin

Li Shang

Flynn Rider (Eugene Fitzherbert)

Tarzan

Hercules

Mad Hatter/ Tarrant (only live action movie version)

Jim Hawkins (from The treasure planet)

Māui (from Moana)

Kristoff (from Frozen)

Princess Tiana

Mulan

Princess Jasmin

Princess Rapunzel

Princess Ariel

Jane (from Tarzan)

Esmeralda (from The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Megara (from Hercules)

Alice in worderland (only live action movie version)

Princess Belle

Princess Aurora (only Malificent version)

Kida (from Atlantida)

Moana

Princess/Queen Anna

Princess/Queen Elsa

Princess Merida (from Brave)

(I wasn't sure if Merida was from Disney or Pixar so I Google it and this is what I found "Film was produced by Pixar Animation Studios and released by Walt Disney Pictures." so I put her in Disney section)

Pixar movies:

Buzz Lightyear

James P. Sullivan (from monster INC.)

Woody

Frozone (from The Incredibles)

Dash Parr

DreamWorks:

Shrek film:

Shrek

Fiona

Artie

Trolls:

Branch

She-Ra and the Princess power:

Catra

She-Ra

How to train your Dragon:

Hiccup

Astrid

Turning red:

Miriam

Priya

Meilin Lee

Abby

4*Town

The Croods:

Guy

Eep

Despicable me:

Gru

Dru

Lucy

The rise of guardian:

Jack Frost

E. Aster Bunnymund

Toothiana

Once Upon a Time:

Peter Pan

Tinkerbell

Captain Hook

Ema Swan

Evil Queen

Henry

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This can change after some time so check for update 😌

Read and Enjoy your Christinaanime 💙

[karume-everything-else]

Flufftober Day 23: Biking

Reader x Might Gai [Naruto]

You stood stretching, it was early but still nice and cold. And your lover wasn't the kind to sit still or not do something drastic. For once, you agreed to go with him on training. At least you thought it was training, with Kakashi showing up with his own bike.

"Alright, now!" Gai smiled, "We'll take this path here, and the first to cross this point wins. Sound good, Kakashi?"

"Yeah, sure." He straddled his bike, "But who's this?"

You blinked, "[Name], from the Village among the Raindrops. I'm visiting for awhile so Gai doesn't keep running to my village. He's told me a lot about you though, Kakashi."

The silver haired man nodded. Your village was friendly with the Hidden Leaf, and kind of neighbors through a dense forest. But you weren't exactly too sure about making it a contest.

Before you could try to protest the race part, Gai and Kakashi had taken off. You knew nin were fast, but this was ridiculous! They left two trails of dust in their wake, and you desperately trying to catch up.

When you finally caught up, they were doing something else. But you barely managed to stumble off your bike before you propped against a tree. Whatever you had eaten last night was not going the right way. Both men rushed to your side, Gai rubbing your back.

"[Name]! What's wrong?" Gai was trying not to panic or yell, "Was it something you ate?"

Kakashi clicked his tongue, "Really? They just biked in here trying to keep up with us Gai. This looks like heat sickness."

Not exactly the best first impression, but you had to point to Kakashi. He was right. And your stomach wasn't settling too soon. Far too much exercise way too early in the morning.

[dragonsholygrail]

Vampire bf spooning you in the middle of the night, nuzzling into you so roughly that it causes you to slowly wake up. As soon as he senses you’re not completely asleep, his arms curl around you and he bury’s his face in your neck. Groggily you bare your throat to him, thinking he might be hungry.

But instead he simply whines and cuddles in closer. It’s only then that you notice he’s shivering. A soft “What’s wrong, darling?” croaks past your lips. He doesn’t respond, letting his actions speak louder as his hands slip under your shirt and brush along your soft stomach as if trying to steal up all your warmth. You hiss at his touch, his usually cold skin even colder for some reason. “You’re freezing,” you can’t help but exclaim the obvious.

Your vampire bf whimpers, nodding his head within the warm fold of your neck. “Need your warmth. Need your heat, baby please,” he says in a soft whine, one hand tugging at the seam of your shorts and giving you an idea of what he means.

As soon as you’ve pulled your panties down, he’s sliding himself between the warm supple flesh of your thighs. He hisses in the space of her neck, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Your lips part, feeling his throbbing cock push its way through your legs, so close to where you need him. His tip bumping up against your clit with every snap of his hips. Arousal pools within you till it drips onto his cock. Your bf growls, hips moving faster.

“Ah, fuck! More. Please,” you beg, baring your neck once again. Your hips tilt, craving the feeling of being filled by him.

“My heart, I could devour you whole and still crave more," he rumbles, his hips bucking to catch every drop of your essence on his length.

His hand tenderly cups the underside of your neck and brings it to his lips. You sense the heat of his breath and goosebumps rise along your arms a second before you feel the sharp prick of pleasure caused by his fangs. You shiver as he slowly sinks them all the way in.

The combination of his fangs inside you and the way he slows down the rocking of his hips causes your eyes to droop as you begin to drift back to sleep. His hand massages your plush thigh, gently shifting it back over his own, legs intertwining.

With your thighs open, your bf has easy access to slide his length inside your eager and dripping walls. You both moan as he pushes past your entrance, his girth carefully stretching your precious pussy as he takes his time stuffing you full of him. Bringing a delicious dull ache to the apex of your thighs.

He settles in once he’s buried his length to the hilt, your hips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. He relaxes against your body and wraps every limb that he can around you. Cocooning your being in his protective embrace. Making you feel exactly as treasured as you are.

“That’s better,” he slurs contently in an attempt to speak with his fangs in your neck. Soon after you start to feel his skin warming back up against your own. You smile softly, finally falling back asleep and happy you were able to help him.

Never finding out that Vampires have full control over their body temperature.

[megumiifushiiguro]

this gojo fanart changed the way i look at life

[heavenbarnes]

anyways, as i was saying about older bf!simon and his willingness to please learn

pt 2 to this

“you ever heard of a nut video with sound on?”

obviously, he hasn’t- far as he’s concerned, if you haven’t told him about it then it doesn’t exist to him.

no skin off your nose, you’d spend the rest of your life teaching him about the ‘latest trends’ if it meant he kept sending those filthy fucking videos to your phone.

(your favourites on tiktok were purely filled with ideas)

he’s holed up in a remote location, killing time till he can be home and actually do something to you rather than send you a bloody video about it.

your instructions come through clear and concise, just how he likes:

“it’s what’s written on the can, si- you can pick the setup but i just want to see you cum and, most importantly, i want to hear it”

you’re lucky simon is such a practical guy and maybe you could thank price one day for making him so good at following orders.

when he’s got his alone time he’s setting his phone up to record on the edge of the window sill, moonlight fighting through the curtain to illuminate him.

he’s lost the bulkiest of his gear, down to his tactical trousers and a compression t-shirt. the images in his tattoo sleeve almost move when the light catches them right.

balaclava on (the one that just shows his eyes above the painted image of a skull) and he’s standing up to undo his belt (that you think looks like an airplane seatbelt).

you can hear his boots against the floorboard as he steps back to give you the full view of him undoing his trousers, taking his sweet time because he knows it drives you fucking batty.

he’s so big that the phone is working overtime to get all of him in the frame but you see exactly what you need to- thick thighs at your eye line and massive hands drawing down his fly.

on (you assume) the other side of the globe, you’re at home in your shared bed and you’re propped up right in the middle with the smell of simon engulfing you as you watch the video play out before you.

(if you’d thought about it you should’ve cast it to the bedroom tv, hoping the neighbours didn’t mind)

simon sits back down with his legs spread wide, one hand gripping his thigh as the other rubs himself over his boxers. his eye contact with the camera was fucking intense, like you’d hoped, just like when he’s on top of you.

he’s dressed in all black and the moonlight is obscured but you can still see him firming up in his pants. his eyes flutter, an infinitesimal amount but you’ve been tuned into his every move since you met him.

your thumb leans hard on the volume up button and you can hear the diegetic sound of the building expanding and that usual technical hum that comes with a video. but at this pitch, you could hear him.

his breathing was chopped, chest expanding visibly as he pulled his cock out into clear view. jeeeeesus christ, it was never something you just got used to.

long, reasonably straight, fucking thick. even his hand struggled to make it look smaller as he wrapped around it, giving one dry tug.

as he closed his palm over the tip, you saw him make a swipe before he brought his hand back down considerably smoother than before. you’d had your hands down his pants enough times, man leaked like a fucking faucet.

simon’s head tipped back as he started to pull himself off, balaclava raising just enough to expose some of his throat. if you were there you would be perched in his lap, letting him do the work but running your tongue under the lip of the fabric.

one of the best things about the videos simon sent was, he didn’t really understand how sexy he was. he didn’t think any of the videos particularly watchable so he’d just send them on first take. if you liked them, you liked them- yours was the only opinion that mattered.

what that meant was, you never got b-roll. everything he sent you was unbridled perfection. captured exactly as it happens with no faffing about.

always whatever you’ve asked for, whenever you ask.

(simon’s nothing if not inexplicably obedient)

he brings his hand under his chin to spit into the wide span of his palm, wrapping back around his cock and tugging. his foreskin moved over the head, rolling back down and thick veins bulging under his grasp.

you’d almost forgotten the conditions of your request, totally fucking enamoured by the sight in front of you when it caught you off guard.

a guttural moan ripped out of simon’s chest as he twisted his wrist.

his free hand moved to cup his balls, big and heavy, he rolled them in his palm as another groan sounded out of him. what you wouldn’t give to be knelt between his thighs with the whole lot in your mouth.

you knew how much of an ask this was, you really had to work him up to making noise when it was just you two in bed. these days? you couldn’t shut the man up when he was balls deep and his face was buried in the crook of your neck.

but this was another step, this was him on his own with his crew just through the walls. he’d be a plain liar if he said there wasn’t that rumbling trepidation in his chest. he’d put it to bed though.

all he had to think of was you, one hand gripping your phone and the other between your thighs as you watched him through with a hazy smile- that kept him going.

with the thought still heavy on his mind, you didn’t have to strain to hear your name drift off his lips. his hips bucked into his hand as he did, speeding up the motion of his strokes.

you were going to black out, his tattoos flexing and his chest expanding with every stuttered breath. simon looked like a god among men and he fucking sounded like one too.

“fuck, sweetheart- you’re so fucking filthy giving me orders like this”

your cheeks were burning, he wasn’t wrong but you weren’t expecting him to call you out quite like this.

“what does that make me? always so fucking eager to do what you say? make a dirty old man, yeah?”

wheeeeeew that’ll do it, your thighs snapped together around your hand as your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. whenever you thought you couldn’t take any more, he was always there to do you one better.

“only for you, pet- you can always get whatever you fucking want from me”

and you knew he was serious, that’s what made it all the more debilitating. simon was unshakeable, you’d seen him go out of his way to defy orders if he didn’t think the person worth his time.

when it came to you? you could tell him to kill and he would.

(he probably had)

simon’s hips were twitching, back arching in a way he’d rather die than have anyone else know about. his mouth was hanging open beneath the balaclava, your name and a string of expletives falling off his tongue.

so quick you nearly missed it, the hand that was cradling his balls moved to grip the fabric of his shirt and push it up his toned front. you couldn’t call his abs cut and defined, there was aged layer to them, but they were undeniably there.

you’d rested your head on them, pressed your palms against them, even ridden them enough times to know they were there. regardless, he looked fucking perfect under the moon glow as he stroked himself hard and long.

eyes locked onto the camera, broken moans on his lips, you saw his hips lift one last time as thick spurts of cum began to paint his stomach and chest.

scars illuminated under the night sky, mirrored by shiny patches of hot cum splattered across the same stretch of skin. the hairs on his chest were matted with sweat and were now being splashed with how far he was shooting.

you could only watch with your mouth hung open as he tugged himself through his orgasm. soon it was only the sound of his laboured breathing, chest rising and falling as he tucked his soft cock back into his pants.

just when you thought that was it, you found one of his hands lifting up the edge of his balaclava till his lips were exposed. two fingers of his other hand swiped up some of his spend before he lay them on his tongue.

knuckles in your mouth, biting down to suppress a scream, simon readjusted his clothes as he stood and took a heavy step towards the camera.

one hand braced on the window sill, the other gently gripping himself through his trousers- his voice was so fucking gravely it could’ve reverberated round your room.

“what’s next sweet’art? you name it, it’s yours”

[wing-ed-thing]

Might Guy x Reader x Kisame Love Triangle Headcanons

𓆃 Is this a love triangle? How much does it really count if one leg of the triangle completely forgets that the other exists? That still counts... right?

𓆃 It's most likely that you're a Leaf shinobi. Considering Guy's tunnel vision, the most plausible scenario is that you and Guy are peers, and Kisame isn't afraid to express his interest no matter the "sides."

𓆃 While other love triangles are more interactive— where your two interests compete for your affection— Guy's cluelessness leaves quite a bit to be desired.

𓆃 Neither Guy nor Kisame really see a competition. More so, Guy is only half aware that he's into you in the first place, and Kisame thinks fighting and flirting is just a good time.

𓆃 And given that you rarely see Kisame in the first place, the times the three of you are together ends up being mostly business.

𓆃 Kisame is bound to say something complimentary— if not vulgar— and while Guy can swoop in with a swift kick and recognize that, he can hardly remember Kisame let alone focus for a second.

𓆃 You're pretty sure Guy sees it as a chivalry thing, that he's coming to your defense without realizing that he's particularly attentive to you.

𓆃 If there's any contention between the two, it would be at this moment, specifically coming from Kisame.

𓆃 Kisame loves a good fight— and good banter— more than anything, so Guy getting in the way is a surefire way to get him annoyed.

𓆃 From the outside, things can look a bit funny when Kisame is slamming Guy into the forest like a baseball before turning to you and telling you that he likes the new way you've got your hair.

𓆃 "Do you wanna get out of here?" he might ask and how is he expecting any other answer than a few rapid blinks and a "...what?"

𓆃 The Guy/Kisame dynamic isn't the most exciting. It's mostly Kisame trying to shoot his shot the little time he's around you and taking advantage of the handicap that is Guy's general obliviousness.

𓆃 Kisame doesn't even seem to see himself as a threat or an enemy to you because he's on a whole different brand of clueless.

𓆃 Guy is a nuisance; you're cute; Kisame is a terrorist for hire.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[moldycigarette]

this x simon “ghost” riley

cw!: praise, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, bulge, simon’s a nasty dog (and i tried to warn ya)

—————

simon never fails to remind you how much bigger he is than you.

you’re short? no problem, all those missing inches go to simon. oh wait you’re tall? whatever, he still towers over you.

are you chubby by society’s standards? just means there’s more for him to love. skinny? that’s okay too, he’s always down to eat whatever you can’t finish.

no matter what size or shape you are, it’s a guarantee that simon is still bigger than you. and he always manages to remind you of that in the bedroom.

his large hands around your waist, pounding into you with his thick cock. he obsesses over the bulge in your cute tummy from his size, practically drooling over the fact that he can’t even fit inside you’re pretty pussy all the way.

whether he’s fucking you doggy style or in a mating press, he will always tower over you. he makes sure you’re cum is on his fingers and his tongue alone before he shoves his meaty dick inside you; this man has the libido and stamina of a god.

“g’nna fuck this p’ssy so good, love. fill ya’ up to the brim,” he moans, his thrusts growing more erratic as he feels that familiar heat in his stomach.

you’re coming right along with him, seeing stars while he peppers kisses in your neck. “such a good girl f’r me, g’nna make the best mama.”

—————

um sorry didn’t mean to let out my inner whore

[aeplern]

(im so obsessed with this gif)

YOUR OLDER BOYFRIEND SIMON RILEY

olderboyfriend!simon who finds you at the grocery store one night, standing behind you until you finally notice him and scold him for scaring you. he slightly smirks and wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you in close to press a kiss to your forehead, “why didn’t you tell me you wanted something from the store? i would’ve brought it to you.”

olderboyfriend!simon who drops you off an uni whenever he can, saying he needs to start doing it everyday since, “i can’t have my girl taking the bus everyday, god knows what creeps are in them.” while pressing light kisses to your knuckles as he drives.

olderboyfriend!simon who doesn’t care whether people are looking or not, he will hold your hand in public and make sure he holds it tight so everyone knows you’re with him.

olderboyfriend!simon who waits outside the diner during your late night shifts, watching everything from his truck as he lights a cigarette. who will occasionally send you a text if you’re okay or if anyone is giving you any trouble.

olderboyfriend!simon who’s so fucking thankful that your shift is over, now that you’re at home you can do whatever and he’s gonna make sure he makes the best of it.

olderboyfriend!simon who softly groans as he finally slips inside of you, “fucking, finally..” he’d whisper as he began to slowly move, thrusting in and out oh so slowly since you were both tired but still needy for each other.

olderboyfriend!simon who leans forward to press his lips against yours as he picks up the pace, lifting your right leg up to rest on his shoulder, “keep them up for me..keep em— up.” he’d groan, thrusting harder into your cunt as you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders and down his back.

olderboyfriend!simon who starts to get hyper as he fucks you, his thrusts were deeper snd longer as he went further in. “gah! simon—“ you gasp, clenching around him as he smugly smirks.

olderboyfriend!simon who loudly moans as he reaches his peak, “cmon baby…cmon— im almost there.” he whispers, feeling you’re close too as his breaths come out heavy and ragged as you both come together, bodies sweaty and sticky as you both look at each other. he’d lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “you did so well baby.”

[yourdoorisunlocked]

YA'LL...

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I. AM FUCKING. SCREAMINGNREYGHJTRJHKNET 😩😩

Art is not mine! 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝑹𝒆𝒅𝑨𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓!

Edit: WHY IS THIS MY MOST LIKED POST LMFAOOO 💀💀

[lovelyghst]

ghost fucking himself dumb with your pussy while he sucks on your fingers, shoved knuckle-deep between his pink, swollen lips. bucking his hips unrhythmically, nothing but needy, and with hearts in his eyes as he stares down at your pretty, pliant body.

his poor dick throbs surrounded by your tight warmth, his harsh grip on your hips minute to the way he’s relentlessly rubbing up against that sweet spot in you.

he’s already filled you up once and he’s barreling towards another high in the matter of seconds, evident with the sweat slicking his biceps, the heavy rise and fall of his chest in short intervals, even his lesser-controlled noises that spill out around your digits. there’s no such thing as a ‘quickie’ with this man; he can’t help but always press past one round, especially after you ask him so, so nicely for more.

jaw slacking as his abs pull taut with the pressure building in his tummy, eyes fluttering shut on their own volition, posture lurching forward above you when he spills his cum deep inside you. grinding himself through his high, sloppy as ever, and you’ve never felt more satisfied as you take in his every expression.

he’s grown obsessed with the feeling of having his mouth stuffed full. allowing himself to turn utterly light-headed and brain-dead around you, to touch and fuck you unsophisticatedly, and without a worry in the slightest.