#and treasure that beautiful relationship in any form

[ariichive]

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he didn’t realize how many people yearned for you as much as he did. and now that he had, the thought sat heavy in his chest, unsettling in a way he didn’t quite know how to handle.

cw: gender neutral, fluff, lighthearted, jealousy, slight stalking, reader has a lot of fans, secret admirers, established relationships, creepy letter in phainon's part

in okhema, there’s an npc named myrion who has a bunch of admirers lined up for her, so this inspired me lmaoo! once again, mydei's is my favorite... love writing for him

mydei₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

when you and mydei had gone on a casual stroll through okhema, he wasn't expecting to discover how well-known you were around the city.

verax leo was a mouthy lion, one that overheard many conversations in its time in the holy city.

you, wanting to stop by and see if the lion had any new riddles, were not expecting for the verax to use this as an opportunity to tease the prince of kremnos.

"the beautiful muse of the mighty prince, [name]! an honor to see you! here for another riddle?"

mydei’s brow arched ever so slightly at the greeting, golden eyes flickering between you and verax leo with a quiet intensity.

“beautiful?” he echoed, tilting his head in that slow, calculating way of his.

you sighed, already sensing where this was going. “don’t start.”

verax leo let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. “oh? have i struck a nerve, mighty prince? or perhaps… have i simply voiced what many already whisper?”

mydei's perfect brow furrowed even deeper, "explain, annoying lion, what you mean by that."

verax leo, suddenly sensing the thick tension, voice wavered as he responded. "w-well, i would not live up to my name if i didn't put this in the form of a riddle!"

mydei didn't answer, only narrowing his eyes at the golden mount. "in the city of okhema, there are many beautiful antiques and valuables. often sought after. but, there's one that's unattainable, and can only be spoken of in whispers my lion ears can hear."

you blinked, glancing between mydei and verax leo, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

mydei’s expression remained unreadable, his golden eyes sharp as they bore into the lion. “go on.”

verax leo let out a nervous chuckle, but continued nonetheless. “this treasure is admired by all, longed for by many, yet it rests in the hands of one who walks among us.” the lion paused before continuing. “and oh, how the city wonders… will the one who holds it keep their grasp, or will another dare to reach?”

mydei let the silence stretch between them, his expression unreadable. then, with slow precision, he turned to you.

“is that true?” his voice was softer now, but laced with something deeper—something possessive.

you rolled your eyes, a hint of amusement in your voice. “it’s just a riddle, mydei. you don’t actually think—”

“but it is true,” he interrupted smoothly, gaze never leaving yours. “you are sought after. spoken of in whispers. desired. it would be foolish if people didn't see your beauty.”

you swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of the weight of his attention. “mydei—”

he exhaled, then, a slow, quiet breath, before looking back at verax leo. “and tell me, lion, what happens to those who reach for the unattainable?”

verax leo hesitated before answering, voice lower this time. “they risk being burned.”

a small smirk ghosted across mydei’s lips, though there was no humor in it—only certainty. “then let them whisper.”

and with that, he took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before leading you away from the lion’s watchful gaze, leaving nothing else to be said.

as you walked through the streets of okhema, the whispers verax spoke of suddenly felt louder—eyes flickering toward you, smiles offered, murmurs shared between passersby. you had never thought much of it before, but now, with mydei at your side, his grip firm around your hand, it was impossible to ignore.

“you’re really letting that riddle get to you, huh?” you finally said, glancing at him.

mydei didn’t answer immediately. instead, his golden eyes stayed forward, scanning the streets, his expression unreadable. when he finally spoke.

“it isn’t the riddle that bothers me,” he said. “it’s the fact that it isn’t just a riddle.”

you sighed for the hundredth time. “it's—”

“how many?” he asked suddenly.

you blinked. “...how many what?”

his gaze flickered to yours, sharp and calculating. “how many people have whispered about you? how many have longed for something they will never have?”

heat crept up your neck, but you scoffed, shaking your head. “do you hear yourself right now?”

“i hear the city.” his thumb brushed over your knuckles absentmindedly. “and i hear verax leo. neither of them are wrong.”

you stopped walking, tugging his hand to make him face you fully. “and? does it matter?”

his jaw tightened for the briefest moment before he exhaled, as if weighing his words. “no,” he said. then, softer, more certain: “not when the whispers mean nothing to you.”

your breath hitched, but before you could respond, he lifted your joined hands, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your fingers.

“let them whisper,” he repeated, gaze locked onto yours. “as long as they know who you belong to.”

you gave his hand a small squeeze before pulling him forward. “come on, prince of kremnos. we’ve wasted enough time indulging a silly lion.”

he let you pull him along, but his grip remained firm, unwavering. “hm. i suppose. though, next time, i may indulge verax leo myself.”

you raised a brow. “oh?”

his golden eyes glimmered. “yes. i’d like to hear what else the city whispers—so i know exactly what to silence.”

you snorted, shaking your head. “unbelievable.”

but as the two of you walked away, hand in hand, the city’s whispers no longer mattered. after all, there was no need for speculation when the truth was already clear—mydei had already won the prize they all longed for. and he had no intention of ever letting go.

phainon₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

phainon was a man that took pride in his relationship with you, always taking the initiative to show you off. he knew you were gorgeous, and was extremely lucky to have you before anyone else.

he'd often hear praise of your name throughout okhema, be it the older lady that worked the market or a young kid.

but there was an extent to how much he could take, especially when it became borderline crazy.

phainon, call him petty, often discarded the various love letters that were made for you. he would read through them and laugh at their contents. these men knew nothing about you, and it almost made him feel bad.

almost.

there was no room in his heart for men that overstepped many boundaries; and the letter in his hand was a prime example of this.

'Dear [Name],

you have caught my attention, which is an honor not many can achieve. I see the way you interact with the people of the Holy City, but I cannot help but be curious; when will it be my turn? To see your beautiful eyes gaze at me? Must I do something extravagant? I watch you, the way your eyes light up when the infamous Chrysos Heir greets you. Tell me, is it that simple? There's no way you're impressed by his-'

phainon stopped reading the letter there, irritation already seeping deep into his veins. not only was the letter addressed to his quarters, but now he had the nerve to diss him?

phainon was so lost in thought, he didn't notice you enter the bedroom.

you tilted your head, watching him with mild curiosity. it wasn’t often that he was this distracted, his fingers curled tightly around a piece of parchment, blue eyes narrowed in what could only be irritation.

"what's wrong?" you asked, stepping closer.

phainon blinked, finally registering your presence. his expression smoothed almost instantly, slipping into something more composed—too composed.

"nothing of importance," he said, rolling the letter between his fingers before tossing it onto the desk. "just another fool with more confidence than sense."

your gaze flickered to the discarded parchment. "another love letter?"

he exhaled, crossing his arms. "unfortunately."

curious, you reached for the letter. phainon's hand twitched as if debating whether to snatch it away, but he let you take it. as you scanned its contents, amusement tugged at your lips—until you got further down.

"just a creep," you muttered, throwing the letter somewhere of no importance.

"perhaps i should respond," he mused. "it would be a shame if our dear admirer thought their words went unread."

"phainon."

"oh, come now, you should know me well enough by now." his grin was all mischief and indulgence. "i wouldn't be cruel. i'd simply... clarify a few things."

"by 'clarify,' you mean gloat."

"semantics."

you sighed again, running a hand down your face. "you're crazy."

"and yet," he echoed, mirth dancing in his voice, "people still test me."

he leaned in then, voice a quiet hum against your ear. "but if you truly wish for me to ignore them, all you have to do is say so. you know i'm weak for your word."

"i'm well aware," you giggled softly which made his cheeks warm in delight.

"though i do wonder, would a ring around your finger put an end to this cruelty?" he put a hand over his heart in faux pain. though he was teasing, you couldn't help but notice the truth in his words.

"only one way to find out."

anaxa₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

you were perfect, it was a fact any being with senses knew. more importantly, you were his perfect assistant. always there to assist him when he was busy with a student or to find his favorite pen.

it was these little things that mattered most to him, and he made sure your help never went unrecognized.

you watched anaxa busy himself helping his students with their research, the stack of thesis' on his desk going unlooked at.

"anaxa," your voice sweetly cut through the academic chatter of the classroom.

“i assume you’re here to remind me of some terribly dull obligation? my neglected paperwork, perhaps?”

you crossed your arms, unimpressed. “i was going to suggest taking a break, but clearly, your self-awareness is intact.”

his smirk deepened as he placed his hands on his hips. “why, of course. i am nothing if not entirely conscious of my own habits—though I do wonder how I managed before you.”

“poorly,” you deadpanned. “misplaced notes, forgotten meals, and a truly tragic reliance on last-minute efforts.”

he hummed in response, glancing at his student who wouldn't stop looking at you.

"i can help your students, you should use this time to look at the tablets and papers on your desk."

anaxa tilted his head, regarding you with an expression that was equal parts amusement and something more inscrutable. “how generous of you,” he murmured, fingers idly tapping against the untouched stack of work. “but tell me, dear, are you implying that my guidance is somehow… lacking?”

his tone was smooth, laced with that ever-present air of self-assuredness, but you knew him well enough to catch the teasing edge beneath it.

you merely raised a brow. “i’m implying that your penchant for procrastination is as legendary as your intellect. i don't wish to wake from slumber to you scribbling and muttering to yourself. ”

he exhaled a dramatic sigh, finally deigning to glance at the tablets and papers before him. “so cruel, yet so efficient,” he mused. “very well, if only to spare you the tragedy of watching me scramble at the last moment.”

anaxa retreated to his paperwork, leaving you with the student he was previously helping. you glanced down at his report, seeing unique sketches of chimeras.

"oh!" you exclaimed in excitement, leaning over the scholar's shoulder. "chimeras, i know a decent amount about them. i used to frequent the garden of life," before meeting anaxa, you wanted to add on, knowing he hated whenever you mentioned okhema.

the student perked up at your enthusiasm, eyes wide with curiosity. “you’ve been to the garden of life?” he asked, glancing between you and his sketches. “i’ve only read about it in records. is it true that some of the creatures there can work for hours?”

you nodded, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “some can, yes. their adaptability is remarkable, and they are super friendly!”

watching the student scribble things down, you continued. "even though they have a small and cute appearance, chimeras are very intelligent, understanding human speech despite not speaking it themselves."

anaxa smiled gently as he overheard your conversation, finding comfort in your voice. until he overheard another, more annoying conversation.

"[name] really is smart, no wonder professor keeps her to himself."

"yeah, it's a shame, if i had someone like [name]-"

anaxa stood up abruptly from his desk, the chair making a loud screech against the floor.

the sudden noise startled both you and the student, cutting your conversation short. you turned to see anaxa standing with an air of composed irritation, his pretty eyes sharp as they swept over the room.

“fascinating,” he drawled, his voice carrying just enough bite to make the offending students stiffen. “i wasn’t aware my assistant’s intelligence was up for public discussion—nor that any of you had the credentials to make such evaluations.”

a tense silence fell over the room. the scholars in question looked away, suddenly engrossed in their own work.

anaxa hummed, satisfied, before adjusting his cuffs with deliberate elegance. “i’d suggest you redirect your academic curiosity to something more productive. unless, of course, you believe gossip will earn you a place in my lectures?”

you sighed, rubbing your temples. this wasn’t the first time anaxa had taken offense on your behalf, though his methods were as dramatic as ever.

“professor,” you said, voice edged with both exasperation and amusement, “i believe your paperwork still requires your attention."

he hummed, completely ignoring you.

as he returned to his desk, you exhaled, shaking your head before refocusing on the student’s report.

still, you could feel anaxa’s gaze lingering—not on his paperwork or the students, but on you.

“professor,” you murmured without looking up, “if you’re going to stare at me all afternoon, at least pretend to be grading.”

[onecheerfulmoron]

🔥🥵 Sex Appeal 🔥🥵

Powerful/Hypnotic/Magnetic

(These are based on my personal experience/observation)

* I differentiate sex appeal and god/goddess appeal (which I will make another post of :)*

*The following aspects are what I have & seen from other's charts and was able to witness their little superpower lol*

Sun/Rising/MC/Venus/Mars/Mercury conjunct Lilith

Sun/Rising/MC/Venus/Mars/Mercury conjunct Pluto

Sun/Rising/MC/Venus conjunct Mars

Sun/Rising/MC/Venus/Mars/Mercury conjunct Uranus

Sun/Rising/Moon/MC/Venus/Mars/Mercury/Saturn/Uranus/Pluto/Lilith/in the 1st, 8th, & 10th house

Any of those planets in Scorpio/Capricorn/or Leo

Trines/Opposition/Square/Sextile also apply. Conjunctions are the most powerful and/or tighter the orbs of the aspect. Orbs (0-3), the more prominent it plays out in your life. Orbs (4-7) is somewhat in the middle.

The way the sex appeal of the planets is emphasized by (Lilith, Pluto, & Mars) can be better understood by applying the planet's role to it.

Sun: Who you are. So your personality without a filter. *you can naturally get someone interested by being yourself. No masks are needed for you!

Ascendant/Rising: literally how you look anywhere anytime. Through your appearance, mannerism, & fashion sense. *You don’t have to do shit or try and people be like👼🏾 😳 🥵

Moon: the way you think is what you act upon. Whatever sign your moon falls under, you would execute the energy of that sign when people get to know you. I feel that whatever planet your moon is aspects by is how your mindset would operate. The house placement of the moon would show where your emotions run. *personally i think the placement/sign of the moon contributes more to sex appeal than the aspect itself.

Mercury: your voice and communication style. *It’s those people that can make anyone fall for them just by talking. They have this aura where people want to listen to them and find their sense of communication interesting & funny. Also, they are the treasure box of others dark secrets. People love telling them shit. Gossip holders plus sharp tongue ☕️.

Mars: your expression, enthusiasm, or when you display dominance/leadership. *At this point act manly or motivated whenever lol. Whether it's through a form of hobby to being authoritative, you will catch someone’s eye.

Venus: beauty, fashion style, the way you care for others, how you are in love, etc. Most people with these sex appeal aspects above involving Venus are highly desired to be in a relationship with by others. They can get someone wrapped around their fingers if they are naughty lol 😈.

MC: similar to Asc, but it’s like reputation matters so they make sure to play their part. So it's like dressing up or behaving a certain way in public to get the reaction they want which will be attained. Lowkey a chameleon. *I have noticed that MC is a more refined/mature type, probably bc the MC has to do with career as well.

Uranus: Being unique like an alien. Shocking, Magnetic, & Unique are how I would describe individuals with Uranus aspects. People will remember you 100% in someway, which depends on what it’s aspected by.

Pluto/Lilith: they both are powerful when it comes to intimidating others as well as getting others obsessed. Drawing jealousy also is relevant, unfortunately.

Examples:

I have a male friend who is a Scorpio with Lilith conjunct to his Sun & Mars. Man, he gets ladies of all ages flirting with him. They tell him their darkest secrets they don’t tell anybody else. I and my friend worked in the same office together. Ladies are walking past his cubicle like “Heyyyyy…*Name*. Why don’t you stop by my cubicle no more…..don’t you miss me lol”. Random ladies, he doesn’t even talk to on the other side of the office know his name, like what!

A girlfriend of mine has Venus conjunct Pluto. The girl be getting men left and right. She was on a bus one day and told me that a stranger kept looking at her and told her when they got off the bus if he got a chance. Mind you he was in his 40's. Even in high school, people were looking at her from afar and would try to hit on her eventually. She attracted men and females.

I have Mars conjunct Pluto and when I'm active or energetic, men are interested in me. So when I'm in a good mood and I have excessive energy whether at the gym or being a crazy girl in school they find me interesting and funny. Celebrities with these aspects are always known for their roles and the character they display versus too much of their real personality. Ex: Bella Thorne, James Corden, Jared Padalecki (supernatural show), etc.

Scorpio Sun with Moon in the 8th house. There was this guy I was interested in with this aspect. Man, I was digging through his entire past trying to know "the real him". Searched his name online to asking him multiple questions about himself to put the pieces together. I knew more about him than he knew about me. Yes, he was adopted and his dad was some sort of instructor lol, and No, I don't do that anymore. Don't have the next victim yet lol.

Uranus conjunct Sun individuals can get someone hooked unto them for their personality and energy. People are just fascinated by them and actually enjoy being with them. My friend’s cousin has this aspect and man she found herself in a relationship so quick. The guy didn’t give two shit about how she dressed or looked, but fell for her quirkiness. She has a unique sense of fashion too. My friend told me how she was jealous of her cousin because she can get random men’s attention so fast like love at first sight. Yes, she married quick too. That relationship was like 3 month long and are expecting a child!

I have Uranus trine my Mercury and yes people remember whatever I say. I went to the gym with my friend before and the front desk guys asked me a question and I guess I said some funny. Everytime I went to that gym, they remembered that one conversation. Even after I switched over to another gym, I saw one of the front desk guy from my last gym and he would tell me what I said from before. Like I gotta make sure I don’t say none stupid especially to someone important lol.

Scorpio moon individuals would be extra secretive than the sun. Our mind is where we hold our opinions/thoughts/secrets…and if it’s under the sign Scorpio then all shit is preplanned of what can and can’t be spoken to others. No matter what the sun sign may be, Scorpio moon individuals will limit what they tell others, therefore making them magnetic. People want to figure out what they’re hiding.

Do you have any stories with these aspects?

P.S.: Don't be judgy about my color coordination for MC. I don't have any other colorful buckets to choose from lol.

[vrystalius]

The demon that stole my heart

Ever since you finally met the demon that places a stolen gift on your nightstand, you began to build a relationship with the demon you found out was named Gyutaro.

Pairing: stalker!Gyutaro x oiran!fem!reader

Here’s part 1, The demon that steals jewerly for me.

(Implied sexual assault from clients)

The demon kept visiting you every night, despite being discovered by you, and you are glad, incredibly so. Although he may look sick, starved, disgusting even, the demon, whose name you found out to be Gyutaro, made you feel safe. You heard tales from your Lady and the other oirans of your establishments about how more and more beautiful women suddenly either disappear or end their lives seemingly out of nowhere.

You listened the rumours about these creatures, how they seemingly only pick the most beautiful, how they stalk them before breaking into their bedroom while they’re asleep to devour them, how they walk on the rooftops to find their next victim… You never believed those things. Besides, you had real threats to worry about; not getting paid enough, being pretty enough to keep your job and drunken men to fend off that try to take advantage of you.

The demon you met was nothing like the descriptions you heard. Gyutaro is shy, kind, soft. He is incredibly insecure about himself, about how he acts around you and how he looks. Your visitor knows that he is beautiful, quite the opposite, but in your eyes you strongly believe that he is beautiful. Not only visually, but also the way he acts. You can’t help but smile everytime he hesitantly hands you over a small pouch filled another treasure he had prepared for you, his fingers trembling and eyes nervously watching for your reaction. Seeing a smile spread on your face makes him feel so incredibly happy and grateful being able to even exist within your vicinity.

In Gyutaro’s eyes, you are a goddess. A blessing from the heavens, something he desperately needs to hide from his sister, or else she might get the idea of devouring you. He could not let that happen, ever. You are too pure for this like of work and it infuriates him everytime when he watches another costumer enter your bedroom, while he is forced to sit on top of a roof, silently listening and making sure that you are safe and not attacked in any way. Gyutaro scratches, rips and tears his skin apart in jealousy the whole time. You should not be defiled like this, you’re pure, ethereal and the embodiment of beauty. You don’t deserve to be with a demon like him, but even less to be used by these men.

Gyutaro was curled up into a ball, nuzzling his head against your thigh while you held him. Your hand was slowly brushing through his way, separating matted strands while he was relaxing under your touch, melting by your affection. You were still in your “work clothes”, a kimono in a soft colour with golden accents and seams. He felt how expensive it must’ve been by the feeling against his cheeks alone. He never wanted to approach or touch you in fear of staining you in some way with his aura alone, but after touching your palm for the first time, Gyutaro instantly got addicted to the forbidden fruit.

“Gyu, the sun will be up soon.”

The demon cuddling onto you groaned in annoyance, opening his eyes slowly to glance up at you. His lips were formed into a large pout.

“C-Can I stay? In yo-your closet?”

You were slightly taken back by his request and gave him a small smile. You placed a gentle kiss on his nose, right onto his black marks. You know that your demon is protective of you, perhaps a little too much, but hiding in your closet while you serve clients might be a little too much. Besides, he’ll probably wont be able to bear listening to you and either scratch all his skin open, nearly skinning himself alive, or murder your client on the spot. You can’t let that happen, despite how much you hate being in the line of your work.

“No, people will notice. Besides, you won’t fit in it… you’re too large.”

Gyutaro’s pout grew, almost looking like an upset child. His eyes avoided yours while your hand brushed against his cheek, nuzzling against your warm skin, his lips placing light kisses all over before savouring everything about you for one last time. His eyes glossed over your figure, from your legs to your warmth thighs, perfect stomach, soft chest and the most beautiful face. Suddenly, Gyutaro gently bit down onto your finger, nibbling a little.

“C-Can I come by tonight a-again, pretty?”

His mouth was muffled by his teeth nibbling around your delicate fingers, placing sloppy kisses all over your hand.

“Yes, please. I’d love to.”

Gyutaro nervously smiled softly, finally letting go of you to move towards your window, his usual route of escape.

“I-I love you.”

You could barely hear him say those words, but they were there. Your whole face brightened up and a blush tainted your cheeks while watching him slowly open your window, avoiding looking at you.

“I love you too, Gyu.”

“M-Mhh.”

He whimpered quietly, hurriedly jumping away quickly to both escape the rising sun and to not allow you to see his blushing face.

💠

@starvedluci , I saw you getting excited about Gyutaro XD I hope it’s okay I’m tagging you like this, it just made me laugh out loud during lunch 😅

I need some kind of merch from him. I’m not sure if there are any plushies but I have seen some figures. I was at a convention this august where I saw a decently priced figure of him and one of Gyutaro + Daki in the hay thingie together (I hope you know what I mean) but I decided to get an Akaza one instead :,)

Anways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3 I am forever grateful for all your comments, reblogs and support. Thank you!

Here’s the The demon that.. Masterlist.

[puprdou]

Hai!! I'm a new fan of your work and I have to say, you're exceptional when it comes to writing tokrev characters!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I went through your rules and stuff to check if your requests are open and thankfully they are (?) Anywayz!! I'd like to request bonten! mikey with a clingy, hyperfeminine girlfriend/wife (If you don't mind, they've been together since the good toman timeline until Bonten.) It kinda reminds me of an emo husband with his barbie doll esque wife xDD I'd really like to read what you think of this :p That's all!! Keep up the great work!! ❤️

I wanna sex you up!

contains. hyperfeminine!reader. bonten!timeline. slightly mean mikey (?). semi-public sex. established relationship. fingering. strip teasing. rough sex. quickies. dressing room sex. praise + compliments. creampies.

A/N. awh, thank you! i really appreciate the compliments, makes my day to hear that people enjoy my work ♡ and, yes, they are open,,, just pretty slow thanks to the 11 reqs i have in the inbox rn, pft! this was originally gnna be a drabble but i fear it was too good to not make it into a fic.. tbh i love the idea of a hyperfeminine / hypersexual rder w bonten mikey! theres so many references to use on them that involve black n pink euuughhh,,, nyways enjoy please!

“how’s this one look, ’jiro?” you giggled, coming out in a cute, pink get-up. laces and ruffles, stockings and bows, the whole shebang. with a cheeky smile, your warm body attached to his slender form like a magnet to metal—but, even then, as his one and only love stuck to him like glue, his face remained impassive. you had to admit, he had a poker face that could rival even the most emotionless of men.

your scent filled his nostrils, flaring slightly in content at the flowery smell of your perfume. he merely let out a gentle hum, a soft nod following as he shoved his icy cold hands into the pockets of his trousers. his eyes were lidded, but you could tell he enjoyed the sight of you by the way it traveled over the plumpy curves along your beautiful form.

he never said much; after the incident that had led him into this deprived, emotionless state, he never did. the once adorable, once sweet, and once childish mikey you knew was dead. he wasn’t the mikey he was before—he’s simply manjiro now. the mikey you knew once, the fierce leader of toman, had died alongside the rest of his family, in which he once treasured.

you pouted, lips puckering out at his cold demeanor. it was annoying; you loved him, you always would love him, but him never giving you any reactions anymore majorly sucked. whining, you bounced a bit, hugging his side. he could feel your tits bouncing with the movement, straining against the tight material of that cute pink top you wore.

he tried to keep his cool, which he was good at, and simply waved you off of him. these kinds of feminine stores weren’t exactly his jam; the loud, dumb taylor swift music playing, the girls chattering in the store, and yet, he was left, here, next to your dressing room to watch as you tried on several outfits he was going to buy you, once you were finally out of that damned closet for good.

he sighed impatiently, crossing his arms over his unheathily skinny chest and leaning against the wall as you re-entered the dressing room once more. despite how scrawny his figure looked, he was no less strong than he was in his toman days, when things were still good. when they were kids, and had no real responsibilities. no matter if he looked like a goddamn corpse, he would forever be known as the most dangerous man in all of tokyo for years to come.

his pitch dark eyes shut tight, his bony shoulders relaxing from their previous tension. he was a mastermind at blocking out anything he didn’t like, he had gained the skill throughout the many years he spent, broken and deranged, that had turned him into the man he is now. he blocked out everything that didn’t matter to him—which left the slight rustle of the clothes you fit into in the dressing room behind him to reach his ears.

but, his thoughts were elsewhere. they’d ventured far from the clothing you were trying on; far, far away from the thin fabric. he visioned it in his head, the jiggle of your tits, the bounce of your ass, the way your pretty, rosy cheeks puffed outward in a pout thanks to his distance. it was like a drug invading his senses, a drug that’s giving him such an eager need for his hands to be somewhere on that gorgeous body that he desperately wants to ruin.

he knew you were far from innocent. the countless times you’d given him head, the way your pussy practically was trained to fit him, the way yuo don’t even gag anymore when sucking him off, or even the way you can cum at his mere command. it was pathetic, how whorish you could get, but he never complained. why would he, when he has his own personal pocket pussy?

not to mention, you were far from clueless about the man he is, the things he’s done, the things he still does on a daily basis. nevertheless, you never left him. his family, his past loves, every single one of them had left him. it was him that left his friends, but it was for the greater good that he did. he made a promise, he simply kept it.

even then, you were different. you never looked at him with disgust as you saw him shoot a man through his skull. you never ran away in fear. never even flinched at his cold fingers traveling along the soft skin littering your flesh. you stayed with him, through and through. that was why he never pushed you away. he needed you, needed you to live, he simply couldn’t manage without you. even your girly demeanor, which, he somehow loves.

he loved that bright aura that flew around you every day as he took you shopping, the way you smiled so brightly, giggling as he bought you a whole new closet. you two were like putting batman and hello kitty together—you were pink and black. kuromi and my melody. sylveon and umbreon. an angel and a devil. it didn’t matter the reference, the two of you would forever be together, intertwined by heartstrings.

as you finally exited the dressing room, he opened a singular eye to gaze at your new outfit. but as he saw you, he felt his jaw slack, nearly drooling at the sight of your beautiful outfit. the short skirt, the cute tube top, those pretty heels and that gorgeous necklace that had a diamond so shiny that it almost rivaled the beautiful diamond on your ring finger.

and, for the first time since the both of you entered this mall, he spoke a singular whisper of a compliment. it wasn’t much, it was a singular word, but you knew he meant it. when he bothered to speak up about something, you always knew he was serious about it. and, by the way he was practically eye-fucking you right now, you doubted he didn’t truly mean it when he said how “beautiful..” you looked.

his words were on the verge of having no sound at all, a silent compliment. but, even then, you heard it. it had your heart warming and fluttering, but your racing heart didn’t match in pace to the way your cunt clenched around thin air at the way his gaze hungily traveled over your exposed curves.

“awhh.. thank you, mikey!” you giggled, hugging his arm with your foot popped up in the air. you were so clingy, but he didn’t hate it. there were times where it got too much, and there were times where he couldn’t get enough. but, as you began dragging him into the dressing room with you, his eyebrow raised in confusion. he didn’t argue, questionably staring in silence as you tugged him inside before closing and locking the door.

“what are you doing?” he asked in his usual monotone voice, crossing his arms once again, now leaning against the locked door of the well lit dressing room. “undressing~” responding in a teasingly sweet tone, you begun undoing the strings piecing together your top. his eyes simply widened, the pitch-black pupils appearing smaller, sharper in disbelief.

but, he wasn’t particularly mad about this, either. he gets to watch you strip for him? albeit, in a random dressing room in a high-end clothing store, but it was better than nothing. his once emotionless expression had shifted, shifted into something resembling amusement. the smirk that shone on his pink lips showed you that he was sure as hell excited for the show he was about to watch.

“well, color me amused.” he mused, his voice a gentle hum as he watched you strip off that tube top, revealing that cute, lacy bra of yours beneath. he was tempted to rip it all off of you himself, but he knew you liked that outfit, and he was going to have to buy it later, so he chose not to ruin it for his little princess.

his eyes trailed over your form like a predatorial wolf to a hopeless bunny, ready to pounce to obtain his meal without any mercy. watching the slow striptease was certainly amusing him, and, by the looks of it, it amused his dick too by the sight of it straining against the black fabric of his pants.

the more you stripped, the more fabric that was ripped off of your form, the more that his desperation reached new heights to fuck you on the spot. the urge to make you scream ’n cream all at once was overwhelming all of his senses, his throat feeling dry as he watched your pretty skin appear with each piece of clothing that fell to the floor.

he was panting like a dog, looking at the beautiful view in front of him. the sight of you, now, in nothing but that pretty lacy lingerie that he had botten you just last week in replacement over a pair he’d ripped and torn, had him looking like a dog who went feral and escaped his cage. and by the looks of it, it seemed as though, today, you were the cat he was chasing.

but, in this case, the chasing wasn’t chasing—no, it was fucking. and he was about to do a whole lot of it, uncaring of the people outside of the dressing room who’ll hear.

unable to contain thesse wild urges surging through his fragile bones, he pushed himself off the wall to grab snugly onto your hips. the grip around your skin was so tight, you had a feeling there would be bruises come the next morning. you whined and squirmed, now pressed against his chest. the harsh poke of his nails into your hips stung.

“ooooowwww—i wasn’t done!” “i don’t care.” he mumbled simply, his voice a more matter-of-fact tone rather than choosing to deal with your nonsense currently. his lips attached onto the column of your neck, sucking and kissing in his own lustful haze. the feeling of your body against his, so perfect and soft, had him on cloud nine.

he rubbed circles on your hip with a calloused thumb, whilst his other hand traveled upward along the section of your back, unclasping that beautiful lacy bra of yours. he would have to make this quick, but he could do that with no problem.

“you look beautiful..” he muttered lowly, the rasp in his voice sending shivers down your spine. the feeling of his warm breath against your neck had your brain going foggy, being pushed back against a wall as he let the bra fall onto the floor. one hand holding your hip, the other fondled and played with the plushy mounds on your chest.

he continued to whisper gentle praises and compliments into your skin between each kiss, spreading the heat of his breath along every crevice of skin he could possibly reach. his hand slid lower to grip your thigh, lifting up and around his hip, which caused you to wrap your arms around his neck for pure stability.

“my pretty girl.. all mine,” he smiled, placing one more gentle kiss to your pulse point before pulling away, hands traveling along your near naked form. the only thing that was left to be ridded from your body were those pretty, and now soaked, panties. and, god, you had to resist the urge to call him cute with the cheeky smile he had on his face.

that cheeky smile, you knew it so well. it reminded you of the times when back in toman, when you all were carefree teens. he would grin like this, playfully, right before doing something stupid that all the other founding members would have to take care of afterwards.. you didn’t remember the last time you saw the founders, in all realty.

but your thoughts were taken away from you art the sudden feeling of the cold touch of his thumb pressing against your clit. it seemed whilst you were lost in thought, he had successfully managed to pull your panties off of you, one way or another.

“a-ah! ’j-jiro—” “shut the hell up,” he immediately responded in reply to your whine, placing his free hand over your mouth. he couldn’t risk anyone in this damn store to hearing the downright whorish moans he’s about to pull out of you. he rubbed firm circles on the nub, fingers gradually soaking as he slid them along the wet folds.

“jhmpph..” you whimpered, muffled by his calloused hand which trapped your mouth. “be good. gotta prep you a bit first, princess..” he hummed lowly, inserting his middle finger into your dripping wet heat. your muffled moans were sending heat straight to his dick, straining so damn tight against the confines it almost hurt.

he swore he could cum in his pants just from the sight of you—head lolling back as he inserted his index finger, pumping the two digits in and out of your messy folds with renewed figure as he pressured your clit. he felt desperate, and he hadn’t felt that in a long time. he felt desperate to be buried inside of you. to taste your juices on his tongue. fuck, it was so disgusting the things he needed to do to you.

“hngh—fuck, it’s good enough.” he huffed, his eyes appearing darker than usual as he gazed down upon you. he slowly retracted his hand from over your jaw, pressing his lips needily against your own. his hand left your cunt, slick dripping down the digits from pumping previously.

he lifted you up by the undersides of your upper thighs, pressing you tightly against him and the wall. he loved the feeling of your tits squishing against his chest, nipples hard and rubbing against the thin fabric of the black shirt he wore. he held you up with one hand, his other leading to your wrist to place it on his belt lazily.

“take it off o’me..” he mumbled against your lips, words low and breathy. he wanted you to do it. he wanted to feel your hands tremble as they fiddled with the belt buckles. he wanted to feel your nails itching his skin in a desperate attempt to get his cock. he needed to see how fucking desperate you were for some dick; like a cheap goddamn whore.

you fiddled with the buckle, tongue dancing along with his. your neediness grew by the second, resulting in you just ripping the belt off without a care in the world if it got scratch marks thanks to your nails. you pulled away from the kiss, drool falling down your chin as you undid his pants as well.

“good girl.” he praised in a monotone voice, moving to nibble on your earlobe as you pulled down his slacks, along with his boxers, just enough to reveal his girth. he was already leaking pre-cum, and yet he paid no mind to it. he didn’t even flinch or shiver at the now cold air flowing against his most private parts.

sighing softly, he buried his face into your shoulder. he stroked himself for a few moments, smearing the pre-cum at the head as makeshift lube to mix in with your juices. he place a soft kiss under your ear, aligning himself up with your entrance, pushing just the tip inside.

“now, now, be quiet.. be loud and i’m not buying any of the shit you picked out,” he huffed, not particularly caring if that hurt your feelings or not, “so just keep that pretty little mouth shut and be a good girl f’me, hm?” and, with a small hum, he pushed himself all the way inside until he bottomed out, groaning lowly at the feeling of your walls sucking him in.

with his forehead buried into your shoulder, he stayed like that, holding you in his arms with your legs wrapped ’round his hips. as much as an emotionless, asshole of a man that he was, that he had turned into, he wasn’t that mean to fuck into you raw. well, not right now, that is.

with your confirmation that it was okay to go, he began thrusting his hips up into you, simultaneously pulling you donwn on him in matching rhythm with his movements. the way your cunt fit so perfectly around his length nearly had him cumming inside of you already, and you couldn’t help but giggle. behind all of that strong exterior he puts out, he’s still just a sensitive boy. both physically, and mentally, truthfully.

“y’feel so good, b-baby.. like you were fuckin’ born for take me like this..” a small grin appeared on his lips as he pulled you down on him repeatedly, licking a long, slow stripe up your neck just to hear a pretty little moan come from your lips. seeing them parted, drool slipping down made him feel so arrogant, it almost reminded of you of that smug kid you once knew, if it wasn’t for him rearranging your insides.

“ah! ah! ah! f-fucckkk, s’too deep..” you whined, letting out breathy little gasps with each thrust of your arched body back down on him. he didn’t care whether or not it was too deep, he just wanted to cum and get the hell out of here. he had a meeting that he would be late for, either way.

“i’on care.. didn’t i tell y’to shut up?” he muttered with a heavy swallow, one hand playing with your tits as the other kept you sat on his dick, bouncing on it as if his cock was a goddamn bouncy house. he leaned down, taking the nub into his mouth and sucking like a little kid trying to get milk from their mom, his dark eyes staying on yours the entire time.

your lips puckered outward at his words, but nodded anyways. it was hard to stay quiet when he just kept on thrusting into you with renewed vigor each time, especially now that his lips attached to your nipple. hugging his neck, you nudged him closer by arching your back needily.

he could simultaneously feel his balls tightening as your cunt fluttered around him, and he knew it was perfect time. he detached from your tit to mumble against the skin, nuzzling his cheek against it. “hngh.. ’s goin’ inside, so don’t complain when y’gotta walk ’round all day full o’ my cum..”

his hand reached down to pinch your clit, wanting to make you cum on time with him. he pressed his lips against yours, bruising them with his sour kisses ’till they felt sore. he swallowed up all of your sweet moans as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling all of his white hot seed inside.

he culd feel your legs trembling and twitching, gushing an overflowing ring of white around his cock. he lazily thrusted into you a few times, riding you through it as he pulled away, looking at your glossy eyes and kiss bruised lips.

“there y’go.. knew you could do it, princess.” he praised, giving you a soft peck before pulling out with a content sigh. he hummed softly, pushing his fingers inside of your cunt, making sure to keep all of it inside as he pulled your panties back up, keeping you all plugged up with his cum.

you simply smiled at him, giggling as the aftershocks of euphoria subsided. he hummed, fixing his slacks and his belt before mumbling, “hurry up ’n get dressed. i’ll pay for your clothes, then we’re going to a meeting, and you’ll be on my lap as usual. got it?”

you nodded happily, pupils shaped into hearts as you stared at the love of your life. hopefully, he’ll maybe let you cockwarm him again this meeting.

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

[solemnvelvetangel]

"Everybody wants a piece of you..." - Jealousy head cannons pt. 2

Characters Included: Osamu Dazai, Michizo Tachihara, Nikolai Gogol

Content warning: Mention of a gun in Nikolai's section

When you forget to post on tumblr for almost a year lmao.

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“It just isn’t fair, what you put in the air. I don’t wanna’ share…”

Osamu Dazai

This man is into you.

Like… really into you.

I strongly believe that once Dazai truly falls for someone, that person will be the only one for him.

He’s had plenty of fleeting romances and flings, but you’re his first serious relationship. His first love. The first person he has ever let in. The first person to still love him despite all of his faults.

Because of that, you’re the light of his life, and he will do anything to keep you.

Despite his goofy and nonchalant demeanor, Dazai is very much a jealous man.

He doesn’t mind someone touching you, as long as it is completely platonic.

He doesn’t mind people being attracted to you. After all, you’re beautiful, of course there would be people who appreciate your looks and personality. Little crushes never hurt anyone, anyway…

However, it’s if they choose to act upon their crush and make advances on you that strikes a nerve with him.

Naturally, Dazai craves closeness with you. If anyone openly threatens the bond that you share, he gets protective.

In other words: he is deeply offended by the sheer audacity of someone coming on to his lover knowing that you’re with him.

Most would tend to think he’s whiny and loud with his jealousy, but he’s the opposite.

He shows his feelings of jealousy so subtly, you almost wouldn’t notice a difference in his demeanor.

Almost…

He’ll purse his lips, crack his knuckles and neck (a nervous habit of his), he’ll shift closer to you, he might interject into the conversation and try to change the subject.

He’ll only say something if you’re clearly uncomfortable or the person is upsetting you somehow.

As much as he’s jealous, he doesn’t want to make it seem like he’s trying to take away your autonomy.

He values your good opinion, and he wants nothing more than for you to feel safe and comfortable.

“I’m sorry if I get protective, need these boys to get the message…”

Michizo Tachihara

Tachihara is naturally protective of people he cares for, but he’s most protective of you.

He’s seen a lot of messed up stuff during his time as a Hunting Dog and being undercover in the Port Mafia, so he has always felt unsafe one way or another.

You were the first person he felt truly safe around.

Because both of his jobs are so demanding, he often fears that you’re unsatisfied with what little time you can spend together.

You best believe that he tries his damn hardest though. He puts a lot of effort into your relationship.

A lot of times he feels that your bond is delicate like a fraying thread, it could snap at any minute.

So when he feels someone is trying to get in between the two of you, they’re immediately on his radar.

Honestly, Tachihara will only notice if someone is interested in you when they’re being upfront and very flirtatious towards you.

Tachihara becomes a guard dog when anyone tries to get too close for his liking.

Typically he will just give dirty looks or throw in a few sassy remarks if someone hits on you in front of him.

If it goes on for a while, Tachihara can and will be aggressive.

His mindset is: “If you keep hitting on my partner, I’ll just take it as an invitation to beat your ass.”

He can and will fight people who disrespect you or your relationship.

“I get reckless, I’m obsessive. I’m pathetic and possessive…”

Nikolai Gogol

Oh, good lord…

This man is obsessed.

How can he not be? You allow him to be himself and let him have his fun.

You’re also the first person he has formed a genuine bond with, so he treasures you like a lost man in a desert treasures an oasis.

He’s very, very attached to you.

He always wants your attention, so anyone who takes up your time is often met with some hostility.

Depending on his mood, he will be passive-aggressive or he will be straight aggressive

He knows that you love him and would never cheat, he just doesn’t trust other people.

He also just doesn't like when your attention is on someone else for long periods of time (he's kind of an attention whore).

He can and will force himself between you and whoever you're talking to that's making him jealous.

“Why, hello! I'm Nikolai, their partner. And who might you be? What's your name?”

He will ask them a lot of questions and have a very unsettling smile on his face while doing so.

This is in hopes that they will get really uncomfortable and walk away.

When it comes to situations like this, he will use his mischief-making tendencies to his advantage.

He will find many ways to inconvenience them.

There's nothing stopping him from opening a portal above their head and dumping a bottle of ginger ale on their head.

Or, depending on how fiercely and shamelessly they were flirting with you, pointing a gun at them.

He's a little trigger happy when it comes to you.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

krisis giving you pet names

ofc they'd call you whatever you prefer but these would be their go-tos. technically not a part of the what you call them series but i wouldn’t be opposed to a krisis and what they call you post

there's some french in here. i'm pretty sure the genders in the language are just grammatical, so it should apply to all reader genders/be gender neutral as usual. thanks to my mystake friend for the help, but if there's any errors let me know xx

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, slightly possessive language in vanta's entry, french pet names + translations, pda, brief suggestive content, a bit of gender in vanta's entry but it should still apply to everyone regardless of gender

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🧻 Vezalius Bandage

his affectionate names are smooth as hell

they roll off the tongue easily and confidently

most of the time it's an interjection in his sentences, so casual you almost don't register it

"it will take about half an hour to get there, mon beauté, so let's leave in fifteen minutes"

"i'm sorry what"

"did i say something, beauty?"

he likes saying pet names offhandedly so he can play innocent

especially since he jumps between the french pronunciation beauté and the english form beauty often to keep you on your toes

if you're taken aback by them he becomes even more of a tease, and won't let up until you admit you like it

when zali's feeling a lot more romantic he'll call you love

it's reserved for late nights, moments of vulnerability, when he can't hold back his feelings

love is rare, but it just makes it all the sweeter to hear. it's always the first thing you hear when you reunite with him after a trip

he likes to call you love when he’s on top of you

and when he's underneath instead, you become my love

when someone’s being mischievous bunny makes an appearance

expect to hear it whenever you're playfully bickering, playing footsie, whatever

whenever you steal food from zali's plate you jokingly call it "the bunny tax"

"hey, don't take my fries."

"it's the bunny tax."

"you have your own rabbit food, though—

"wait, bunny, you're still eating mine!"

another casual name for you is tresór

when you're spending a social evening with friends together, once the party's winding down, he'll lean in closer to you and whisper, "tresór, would you like to go home?"

"mm, kinda."

"let's get you there, then."

"yeah..."

one of your mutual friends notices you and zali whispering together. "something the matter?"

"oh, don't worry, my treasure is just a bit tired." you and zali bid everyone goodbye, even though you feel a little fuzzy at zali just saying the english translation of your name for everyone to hear

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🔪 Vantacrow Bringer

he’s not exactly clingy but he loves mentioning your relationship

so instead of a pet name, he usually calls you my reader

it's because he loves saying your name

yet he loves reminding everyone who you belong to

when he talks about you you’re almost always my man, my girl, my baby, that one’s mine

despite that he’s not immune to it himself

when you call him mine it’s like cupid picked up a sniper rifle

his brain fully short circuits

he lets slip a wide-eyed "wait, i'm yours?"

and when you confirm it, heart-eyed. he giggles. "that means you're mine too."

vanta isn't very creative with pet names, so baby is his go-to

he knows it's kind of a "basic" name but that's the reason he likes it

it's so easy to insert it into conversation!

and everyone knows what you mean to him the second he calls you baby

besides, the real reason he says it is so he can call you my baby

and in moments of warmth, darling

he just has this suave, sultry intonation when he calls you darling, like the r&b songs he likes to sing

if you show ANY weakness he WILL use that whenever he wants to persuade you

"darling, can we buy this?"

"darling, i want that..."

"but my darling, it would make me so happy."

do NOT be convinced otherwise, this man WILL beg and plead the second he gets an opening

despite that he really does want to spoil his significant other

so when he feels most intimate, he wants to treat you like royalty

you're his sweet prince. his little princess. he'll even call you his royal highness

and sure, it's a little corny when you put it like that, but he tries to make sure the tenderness of the moment outweighs how much of a cheeseball he is at heart

the best part is how reverent he says it

you really are the ruler of his heart as a prince, a princess

your royal highness doesn't even begin to cover it how whipped he is for you

like a knight to a ruler he's always at your royal highness' beck and call, and he knows it

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🥽 Yu Q. Wilson

getting pet names from this guy is rare

he’s easily flustered by them… he rarely goes for pda

even when you’re alone he refers to you by your name just because it's comfortable

which means his cheeks always glow pink whenever he calls you honey

it's hard to slip honey into bickering so it only comes out when he's feeling romantic

and then willy gets flustered by THAT so it always comes out like

"just stay with me for now. h-honey."

out of all the krisis guys he's the shyest about being cute and affectionate

which is hilarious because everything he feels about you is cute...

and affectionate...

more casual than honey is sweetie

you become sweetie whenever he wants your attention, relaxed, or in some cases, whenever he's getting frustrated

at first it seems like it might be sarcastic or biting whenever he calls you sweetie during an argument

"sorry, it's—i'm gonna say it. it's what you mean to me, alright?" he admits once you've both cooled down and talked it out. "i call you sweetie because i don't want to forget how important you are to me even when i'm getting all—"

he gestures wildly, struggling to think of the words without calling himself a dickhead. "i only get pissed off in the moment. i like how calling you that reminds me that i should be paying attention to your feelings, too."

during lighthearted bickering, though, he'll call you cutie!

you're a cutie whenever you make him laugh

yes, you can tell willy has a thing for nicknames that end in syrupy "y" sounds

yes, you can tease him over that too, cutie, and figure out what makes him call you honey or sweetie instead while you're getting him all blushy

he just wants to call you the most adorable things, it just makes sense

it's even harder for him to admit this too, but he kind of likes the feeling of a Super Cool Guy™️ like him using sappy pet names, it's a little embarrassing...

still pales in comparison to what he calls you in french: mon petit chou chou

it's a very old-fashioned name, and it doesn't even have a good translation in english

whenever he calls you mon petit chou chou, you can always call him my little cabbage cabbage in return to mess with him

there aren't even petits choux in canada??

he doesn't even eat petits choux????

doesn't change the fact that whenever he speaks french, you can't understand most of what he's saying, but nothing perks you up like hearing him mention petit chou

he still hasn't realized his chou chou is always on his mind no matter the language

but man, can you hear it in his voice

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[dark-and-kawaii]

The Pet Names

╰› Raphael carries himself with a supreme level of self esteem, and should you be the one who captures his attention, be prepared for endearments as rich as his most exquisite wines. You are not merely his "little mouse" anymore, no you’ve become something much more significant now.

Little Mouse <- Still his favorite

My Dearest

Love

Eternal Bloom Of My Soul <- When he’s in his poetic mood

My Queen

My Duchess

As Raphael leads you onto his grand floor, the lost soul in the corner playing the violin ever so diligently. With a graceful step, your devil draws you close moving in rhythm to the music, his voice a tender whisper, his breath warm against your ear. He murmurs one of these cherished names he’s given you, and oh how it makes the rest of the world fade away in your mind, leaving nothing but the two of you, swaying in a moment meant only for you.

╰› Haarlep is a demon, an incubus, hence it's unrealistic to anticipate endearing pet names at every moment. Nevertheless, it's evident how much Haarlep has developed an attachment to you, and that shows when they slip with something sincere.

Little Dove

Delectable Delight/Treat

Pet

Darling <- Always says it with a smirk and a chime to it.

Play Thing

Brat <- Haarlep loves when you call them a brat as well

Pretty Little Fuck Toy

Bitch In Heat

Bunny <- Haarlep finds it cute because they could devour you whole if they pleased. You’re the perfect little prey for them.

Regardless of the array of belittling names bestowed upon you daily/nightly, you consistently find Haarlep at your side, some form of him always touching you as if to show others you are indeed theirs- a silent declaration of possession. And when Haarlep can’t be around you they wait impatiently on your bed, their tail flickering about restlessly. And once you show yourself, the incubus always strides over towards you seductively, their tail snaking around your thigh to bring you into his chest so that his wings can envelop you.

“Oh, come now, my little dove, must you always wander away for so long?” They lament with a playful pout, “You know every second you’re gone, I’m here wasting away in a sea of sheets without my favorite delectable treat.” They draw you closer, their embrace tightening ever so slightly. “Consider a poor incubus’s heart, won't you? It’s quite cold without you here warming me, afterall.” Haarlep coaxes, their plea wrapped in a cheeky yet sincere veneer of need as he nuzzles against your cheek tenderly.

╰› Zevlor is a grown man, not a mere boy. He holds you in the highest regard, adores you, treasures you, and is prepared to go to any lengths for your sake. His nicknames for you may seem straightforward and unadorned, yet they are laden with affection and are so endearing that they leave you wanting more.

Darling

Sweetheart

My Dear

Beloved

Beautiful

Each night, just before you drift off to sleep, Zevlor tenderly cradles your face and gently presses his forehead to yours, whispering one of these cherished names. As he draws back, he reassures you with a reminder not to fret over him while he's out safeguarding the city. He promises that, regardless of what happens, he will return to you, ready to envelop you in his embrace as the day concludes.

╰› Rolan is new to pet names, so he’s not necessarily used to this. You’re his first serious relationship/first person he’s ever taken real interest in. But believe me when I say, it doesn’t take long for Rolan to get used to calling you special names. With a voice dripping in self assuredness, Rolan would call you:

Dear

Sweetheart

Pest <- It’s never malicious though

Angel <- always says it with a smirk

Fiesty Little Flirt

Cheeky Brat

Troublemaker/ Trouble

As you entered his dimly lit study, you could smell the scent of old books and melting candles within the room. Rolan feels a shiver of delight as you wrap your arms around him from behind. You could feel how his tail encircles around your waist, pulling you firmly against his back, anchoring you to the warmth of his body. Before you could rest against him he spun within your embrace to cradle your face, “Has my troublemaker come here to lure me away from my duties?” Your cheeks flushed deeply as you simply nod. "How greedy of you," he whispers just as he claims your mouth with his.

[natsumischwartz]

Re: School Life in a Different World from ZERO

There is a legend at Lugunica Academy. The student at this academy who enjoys their youth the most is promised happiness for life. In spring, the season of new encounters, you become a student at Lugunica Academy, and after some trouble on your first day of school, you are invited to join the school's student council. The quirky student council members take a liking to you, and once you're welcomed into the group, what awaits you is a life of thrilling and fun youth with them. Who will you spend your time with at this academy, and how will you enjoy your time here?

NATSUKI SUBARU

Student Council President

The student council president of Lugnica Academy. Although he is considered to be less capable and attractive than Reinhard and Julius, he was appointed to the position thanks to the mysterious support of those around him. He says that he is not suited for the position, but he is busy with his duties as a student council president, using his dexterity and earnestness as his weapons, and is working hard to gain the support of the students as a famous student council president. He warmly welcomes the protagonist, who joined the student council for some reason, and gets along with her without any hesitation, saying, "It must be hard for two ordinary people to be together." He is so friendly that he often invites her to dinner at his house. He has a long relationship with the student council members, and is a central figure among his friends, having played a part in solving problems at Reinhard's family home, the relationship between Julius' and his brother, and rehabilitating the rebellious Ferris. However, he is not aware of this himself, and complains endlessly, "Isn't it strange that I'm the top with this group?"

Quotes

"Great timing! We were just having fun talking about you! ...Wait, but I wasn't saying anything bad about you!?"

"Ah, you're always there for me when I'm struggling... What if you keep that up and I end up falling for you?"

"You're not a lesser part of the group at all. You're a proud member with us! We love having you!"

REINHARD VAN ASTREA

Student Council Vice President

Vice President of Lugunica Academy's Student Council. Beautiful, athletic, and friendly, he is the superstar of the school, and not only the students but also the teachers are charmed by him. He likes his friends who have strengths that he does not have, and he is the driving force behind making Subaru's joke come true when he said, "If you're the vice president, I'll be the student council president," and forming the student council with his best friends. His family has produced many local notables for generations, and he lived a very controlled life in middle school, but thanks to his friends, he was able to free himself and became the friendly large dog he is today. He welcomes the protagonist into the student council, but because she is not aware of his popularity, the protagonist gets too friendly with him and gets herself into trouble. After school, he usually has dinner at Subaru or Julius' house, goes out at night with Ferris, and then goes home, living up his youth. He is probably the one closest to making the school's legend come true.

Quotes

"Thank you for your support. When you're here, I feel much more energetic than usual. It's a little strange."

"Please don't think about me so seriously. …There's nothing that I've truly embraced that didn't break."

"The student council has changed since you came. I liked it before, but I like the current student council too."

JULIUS JUUKULIUS

Student Council Treasurer

The treasurer of Lugunica Academy's Student Council. Known as "The Best," he is an honor student who is the opposite of Reinhard, but is too serious and has an airheaded temperament. He was against filling the student council positions with family members until the end, but he also brings the most personal belongings to the student council room. There was a time when he struggled with the things that come with being from a wealthy family, but he managed to get through it with the help of his younger brother. He has deep gratitude and respect for the student council members who helped him at the time. He is in the top class of academic performance, and competes with the protagonist over test scores. He can get surprisingly heated during competitions, and the tea and sweets that the protagonist gives him to keep quiet about showing that side of him make for a relaxing tea time. He is equally popular with Reinhard and the girls at school, and is childhood friends with Ferris. When the student council is noisy, it's usually Julius and Subaru arguing.

Quotes

"I apologize. You are a much more attractive woman than I could have ever imagined. I'm grateful for the opportunity to meet you."

"No more borrowed words and longwinded expressions. I just can't take my eyes off you."

"Oh dear, I'm no match for you. Well then, I promise we'll have a special tea time."

FELIX ARGYLE

Student Council Secretary

Lugunica Academy's Student Council secretary. A boyish girl with a cunning and friendly air, affectionately nicknamed "Ferris". While he is very charming, he also has a cat-like disposition, shying away when you approach him. Surprisingly, he used to be a delinquent student, and when he rebelled against his parents, his childhood friend Julius and his friends Subaru and Reinhard brought him back to the light, and that's how he is now. Contrary to his cuteness, he has a two-sided personality, and is actually more manly than any of the student council members. He has a strong sense of territory, and is actually the strictest when it comes to the protagonist. He is always ready to kick her out if something happens, so as a result, they are often together. He specializes in one talent, and his academic performance is inversely proportional to his charm, and he only becomes a secretary because someone told him, "Ferris' handwriting is so pretty." However, he does try to write beautifully.

Quotes

"Yahoo, nyani nyani, is there a fun story? Don't leave Ferri out."

"…I hate you, I hate you! I hate you so much, so please get out of my head..."

"Don't say anything unnecessary. Then you and Ferri will be friends forever, okay?"

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Translation is an edited machine translation per the best of my abilities

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[jordiemeow]

headcanon of what supernatural being ATP would be? and how they would be w human reader?

yay ❤️ ok ❤️

honestly i could compare them all to soo many but for the sake of not yapping i’ll pick one for each

was stuck between vampire and mermaid for this one but i think tashi’s beauty + how alluring she was is integral to the story. the whole “sirens luring sailors to their death” thing except it’s the demise of art and patrick’s friendship. she has everyone in the story wrapped around her finger—art, patrick, all her peers at school. even brands are fighting to use her name at such a young age.

i think when tashi calls to you with her song, her intention is the same as always: luring sailors or stray wanderers on the beach to their deaths. but you're so naive and sweet that she can't bring herself to do it when you squat down at the water's edge to extend a hand to offer a shell you'd picked up earlier. after that, she continues to visit, sharing stories of life below the waves and bringing you her own gifts from below to compare with yours from the human world.

i know this was probably intended as more humanoid creatures but art is sooo dragon to me. he can be sly and deceitful, as seen when trying to orchestrate the downfall of patrick and tashi's relationship. maybe that's why he's attracted to patrick in the first place: flashy rich kid. and then tashi: beautiful, rich, talented woman. he’s a hoarder! wants things that most people can't dream of having. but his treasure is the people he loves (first patrick and then tashi.) and now you.

he doesn't like sharing. it's not in a "you're my property" kind of way. it's just that he's tied himself to you completely and losing you would be devastating to him. definitely not above manipulating you to keep you around... but at the end of the day it's done out of love. keeps you curled up with him and all of his other treasures. loves shiny things but as far as he's concerned you're more blinding than any goblet. breathes ice not fire. obviously.

or he’d be a cute little gnome to put in my pocket :3

guysss it’s not just bc he’s hairy i swear. only partly (i love patrick zweig bush). werewolves are very loyal creatures and pack-oriented; art and patrick were tied at the hip throughout their teenage years (and they bond for life.) something something something patrick stuck in wolf form without art/tashi and he only comes back to himself when he meets them again in 2019. that's why he's so happy to see them because they brought him back to humanity. do we see the vision or no

he'd be very protective over you, but even when he isn't in his canoid form he's like a big dog. always draped over you, very touchy and affectionate, and extremely scent-driven. has no issues whatsoever when your shower routine slips. in fact he probably encourages you NOT to use deodorant/perfume when it's just the two of you. avoids you during a full moon for your own safety and lays low for a few days, but sometimes he shows up in your doorstep all bloody and in dire need of medical attention, insisting he does not need you to call an ambulance. the first aid kit under your sink will do just fine.

[fandom4]

Greek Gods x Chubby! GN! Y/N. Part 2

P.S. Guys, I'll finish all the work that I haven't finished, but I'm unlikely to write more on this fandom. If you don't ask me to do it. I've moved to a new fandom called The Magnus Archives (X GN! y/n). So write under this post what you want to see there. I fulfill any requests. Except 1. Incest 2. Pedophilia (I write only if the characters consider Y/N to be their child and have only a platonic relationship with them!) 3. Neurophilia

Characters: Hera, Athena, Calypso, Aeolus, Hephaestus

Tags: fluffy, romantic, human reader, gods, Chubby reader

Aeolus

• He likes your extra weight, he doesn't consider it a disadvantage, but rather a virtue

• He's always ready to shower you with compliments

• Are you in a mood because of your excess weight? Don't worry, because Aeolus is already ready to hug you and shower you with compliments

• He loves kissing you on the cheek because damn your cheeks are so soft

• He loves lying on the ground with you and looking at the clouds or the stars

• He considers you the most attractive woman/man in all of Greece

• Favorite nicknames: my cloud, my north wind

• He doesn't care what you wear, as long as you like it and feel comfortable

• He loves you and he'll do anything to let you know that, damn it!!!

Hephaestus

• He likes it when you dress openly, but he knows that you're shy about it, so he doesn't insist

• He gets a little worried when you're all red in his forge.

• He loves to cook for you

• He likes hugging you because you're so cute

• He's a little insecure because of his limp, but you do everything so that he doesn't feel inferior, just as he's trying to help you with your personal weight

• He likes to watch you weave wreaths

• He likes to carry you in his arms because you're so light for him

• He doesn't call you cute nicknames, and neither

Athena

• She believes that you need to love your partner not for his appearance, but for his mind

• She is very concerned about your excess weight and tries to help you, but does not insist too much

• She doesn't care how you dress, you're beautiful to her in any way

• She admires your intelligence, but there's no way she's going to tell you that

• She also how Hephaestus doesn't like to call you cute nicknames

• Likes to lie on your lap in the form of an owl

• She doesn't hug often, but if you ask.

Calypso

• You're her, her, and only her.

• You're perfect for her in every way.

• She doesn't mind your excess weight.

• She likes it when you dress in revealing clothes and she doesn't care if you don't like it.

• She doesn't know what personal space is.

• She's always with you, even if you think you're alone. She's watching you.

• She has a lot of cute nicknames for you.

• Loves to cuddle with you, hold your hands, lie with you and any other physical contact with you

Hera

• You are her true treasure

• She dresses you in the latest fashion

• She takes you out with her in front so that everyone can see how beautiful you are

• If someone makes a joke about your excess weight, they're finished

• She likes to kiss you on the cheeks

• Easily lifts you up with one hand. I'm always ready to talk about what's bothering you.

[starlostseungmin]

what loving you feels like — hwang hyunjin.

⊹ 𓍯 • 　𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 　ー　𝟢.𝟨𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗇.

𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 !!

　loving hyunjin is like writing in your most beautiful calligraphy on a paper letting the tip of the pen dance on its blank canvas. a poet writes his poems for his muse just as a painter paints his imagination being inspired by nature. he’s the poet, and you are the poem. you are the words his pen writes to create a line and a verse. the inspiration he gets to form a picture on his black canvas with a specific color of paint coated around his brush to bring his imagination to life. hyunjin is like reading a love letter to you in moments of genuine affection. still, those moments happen whenever you’re with him. 

　loving hyunjin is one of the reasons why you wake up every morning when the gentle sunlight peeks through the gap in your semi-opened beige curtains. his name is the one you’re waiting to read when the phone rings and hearing his voice heals the scars in your heart until it becomes new again. a face you’d love to see amid a chaotic crowd and a smile that you’ll fight for just to prevent it from fading. the acts of service with his subtle advancesーhe’d tuck your hair behind your ear just to see your beautiful face, especially when you smile. a hand around your waist as you walk in public, a gentle kiss on the forehead and lips before saying good night, whispers of “i love yous” when you’re in his armsーhyunjin struck your heart like cupid on valentine’s day. 

　loving hyunjin is believing that everyone might think that the things he does for you are just the bare minimum but it is something that warms your heart like the cookies you baked together fresh from the oven. your love blossoms like a new flower blooms in spring after the ruthless winter. but what can you say about misunderstandings that lead to crestfallen arguments? winter is beautiful just like any season. it may cause the coldness of your hearts but the longing for each other causes the fire to burn. hyunjin admits he’d stay away until the heat dies down but he can’t be away from you for too long. 

　loving hyunjin is the laughter and memories you share as the seasons change. the summer that you were together was spent delicately as you held hands by the shore, planning your future together. he’d take pictures of you with the beautiful sunset behind, witnessing what a relationship with him looks like. the start of dawn with your coffee by the balcony and a back hug leaving a kiss on your bare shoulder as his good morning. his familiar scent that smells home, his presence alone makes you feel that you don’t need anyone else in the world but him.

　loving hyunjin is a new hope for you, he will and always. his love for you is like breathing the fresh air you’d breathe in the mountains filled with grass and flowers with the clouds passing by. the sound of it is like the song of birds you’d hear in the province. you’ll never be someone that he’ll ever identify as a stranger. even if he’d scribble a lot in his heart, you’d never tell him to rip it apart. no one is going to toss the treasures that it took years to find and he’d always choose the valuable diamond over the grasping rock. no matter how raucous the rain is, there is always a rainbow after it. hyunjin would look at those intoxicating eyes of yours filled with fondness and devotion as he sees eternity. 

　what loving hyunjin feels like… a quill pen writing a love letter on an empty parchment paper to be sent out to his lover. patient, poetic, sincere, and romantic. 

⊹ 𓍯 • 　　 @notastraykid , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @reignessance , @lix-ables , @skzfelixlove , @rachabreathing , @hyunverse , @minluvly , @sleepyleeji , @starseungs , @midsoulz , @oddracha , @armystay89 , @lashaemorow , @suebin , @starlostastronaut , @myjisung , @arrasuh , @hanverse-recs 　( open )

[dekariosclan]

What do you think Gale would do if, after six months of living together, Tav gained a little weight and started complaining about his appearance?

P.S.: I know for sure that Gale will love us anyway (the ending for the mind eater is proof of that), it's just very interesting to know your point of view. You always have the best headcannons 😍

Well this is an excellent question, thank you! And thank you very much for the compliment on my hcs ❤️ This is great timing because I have been wanting to do a post talking about how Gale approaches physical attractiveness, and what it means to him in a relationship. You’ve given me the perfect springboard for that!

So, before I talk about the Tav in your scenario and how I think Gale would react to him having a negative self-image, I want to delve into some background on Gale.

First things first—Gale is a wizard, and as a wizard, he has had many experiences changing his physical form. He’s versed in invisibility spells, size-changing spells, appearance-changing spells/illusions, becoming incorporeal, turning to mist, etc, etc. You’d have to assume, then, that being able to change physical form so easily would make Gale realize that being considered ‘physically beautiful’ is not something of great importance.

Second, the world of Faerun is inhabited by incredibly varied and diverse physical beings: elves, dwarves, dragonborn, tieflings, githyanki, half-orcs, etc, etc. Imagine not only growing up and seeing so many different faces every day, but also being a scholar like Gale, one who is always eager to learn about different cultures. Gale’s perception of physical beauty is naturally wider and more varied as a result of being immersed in such an environment—and, since Gale is canonically pansexual, he has no preferences in regards to gender, either.

All this just to say: this is a man who, for his entire life, has had very little reason to care about physical appearances at all.

….and then we come to his relationship with Mystra.

Gale and the Goddess who presents herself as an ‘exceptional physical beauty.’ One that many would consider the pinnacle of physical perfection: eternally young, beautiful, flawless.

I’ve seen so many comments about how it doesn’t make sense for Gale to fall for anyone who isn’t ‘beautiful’ after he’s been with a Goddess. But think about it—what did that get him? What did his love of Mystra and her perfect physical beauty get him?

Abandonment. Heartbreak. Depression. And the realization that there was no sympathy or compassion to be found in the depths of that Goddess’s eyes. No actual love or warmth in her at all. Just a beautiful exterior; a cold, empty shell.

So given all of that: is it any wonder that Gale doesn’t give any weight to physical attractiveness when he falls for Tav? And instead only focuses on Tav’s goodness, kindness, and warmth?

Because Gale just wants to love, and to be loved. He truly only cares about Tav’s heart, Tav’s soul, and most importantly, about the loving bond that they share together.

Now, I do want to clarify—Gale does still recognize and appreciate the physical aspects of his beloved. Very much so, obviously, with his practiced tongue, his appreciation for Tav’s glistening muscles, and his (definitely thirsty) comment on Illithid Tav’s ‘moist tentacles.’

But all that’s a bonus in his eyes. That’s the result of his love for Tav; it’s not what made him fall in love with Tav to begin with.

Which is why it doesn’t matter what Tav looks like. In any form. Gale doesn’t care about the wrapping. It’s the gift inside that he truly treasures.

———

So OP, (assuming you made it this far—thank you for your patience!!)

I think that, if Tav gained weight as stated in your scenario, be it a little or a lot, and started complaining/making negative comments about himself…

Gale would, at first, be completely oblivious.

Not because he’s an inattentive husband, or because he’s not paying attention to his beloved—to be clear, he’s the most doting husband, and he hangs off of Tav’s every word—but because he loves Tav so much and adores him so deeply that he simply cannot fathom it. He cannot fathom that Tav’s comments of “I don’t fit into this anymore…” or “I don’t look like I used to…” are anything more than observations on living a lovely, comfortable, domestic life together.

But when Gale does finally realize what’s happening, and what Tav means…for a moment, he would be stunned. Because how Tav could think he was anything less than utter perfection would be mind-boggling to Gale.

He would compose himself quickly. Take Tav’s hands in his. Raise them to his lips, and between kisses say, “Forgive me, my love. Your husband has been remiss. It seems I haven’t told you lately just how much I adore you.” Then he would pull Tav in for a lingering kiss and, with a smouldering look, add: “More importantly, it seems I haven’t shown you. A critical oversight that I intend to correct—right now.”

And he would.

But later—much later—as they both lay blissfully spent in bed, if Tav’s doubts came creeping back and he still felt compelled to ask Gale, “What do you see when you look at me? Do you still see the old me, the one who was smaller, thinner? Or do you see this new version and simply…accept it?”

Gale would gently place his fingers under Tav’s chin. Tilt his head up so that their eyes met, place his other hand on Tav’s cheek…

And say, with utmost sincerity: “I see the love of my life.”

[witerh]

need each other || boyfriend re4r!leon

warning: nsfw, fluff, mention of leon's ptsd, dom/soft leon! phone handjob, on distance, dirty talk, animal names, caresses, orgasm, consolation, comfort.

rating: mature

plot: your boyfriend's long absence from home makes you miss him not only mentally but also physically.

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Long-distance relationships, no matter what temporarily or forever, are always an unbearable longing and need. Thoughts are filled only with when he will return and worry about one rustle at home because he can will return at any moment. A couple of days, weeks and months have already been passing for too long, hours and minutes are like honey — they are slowly tormenting you with its slowness. Joy knows no bounds when you hear a notification on your phone, you hope that it’s your boyfriend, but it turns out it’s just a notification about the weather forecast. At night, hiding a pillow between your legs is simply unbearable because the desire to feel real touches is much stronger. Memories of his hands on your body, wanting to console you and calm you down from bitter tears that you don’t deserve make you sad while he consoled himself with a glass of whiskey at the bar. The atmosphere in the house just suffocates you like never before. You are used to coming home from work and smelling the cooked dinner, comforting yourself in the arms of the blond talking about your day. But now it’s deathly silence, broken by the jingle of your keys in the lock.

A stream of cool air blows into your bedroom through the slightly open window while you lie in bed and chat with Leon. The corners of your lips turn up as you can you hear his voice as if it were some kind of treasure. His words through the phone speaker feel like they are say from the heart. Admitting how much he misses you and will be back soon with a gift in the form of a new dress that you saw on Instagram makes your heart beat faster than before. You tell how things are going on with you at work and, in general, the upcoming news in your life. You haven’t seen him for a long time, you haven’t felt his comfort and the warmth for a long time which now replaces blanket. Fleeting conversations with him on the phone warm you more than any fireplace in a harsh winter that does not want to be consoled. This mission is too long for both of you and your cunt is already getting wet from his message: “How is my girl coping there alone at home, hmm?" It torments you, but at the same time it gives you pleasure like never before. Sweet torture that you are ready to endure on your own skin with defeat and hand in panties.

While talking about something new at your work, you didn’t even not right away notice how Leon was half naked and with rosy cheeks. He often worked out in the gym, because you always need to keep in shape, just as you always need to keep the bookshelves in order from dust in your house. He carefully tried and trained his muscles, so that veins almost burst under his slightly tanned skin. I can’t say that you didn’t admire his muscular body, his chest, his abs, but still it was too much. It was too beautiful a sight for your head to see his strong hands, that a pool had already formed in your mouth from your saliva. You didn’t even ask your boyfriend whether he was home from practice or not, because you still knew the answer: “Yes, I was, baby, otherwise it wouldn’t be me.”

— You think so, what if were you at home and touched me right now? Explain yourself for me. — you reproached into the speaker feeling a rather familiar knot inside your lower abdomen. The sound of your voice so alluring made him root for you even more. Leon could imagine the playful smirk on your lips as you teased him. His strong hand ran over his aching cock, which needed you more and more. Kennedy's imagination is simply clouded by excitement and he cannot think right now.

— I would lie between your thighs... and eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner... I'll make you scream my name until you forget yours... — he sighed softly lost in my imagination. About how you squeeze his skull with your plush hips, how you will cry for release while his tongue carefully works over your body, how your hands grab onto his strands of hair as if it were a sheet that was stained with your juices and his saliva. It makes his skin crawl. Leon threw his heavy head back onto the pillow, which eventually flopped from the big fantasies of your entertainment after his mission.

He will definitely make your pussy happy.

His blond hair sticks to his forehead due to sweat because it's so hot in the hotel room! With every statement and request from Leon, you felt that there was already a lake of your fluids under your ass. There is no point in resisting the temptation, and your hand is already under the lace fabric and circling over your clitoris, caressing you while you imagine that these are his fingers.

— Oh, Leon, — you mutter for him and only him — I want you... — your words were a request and a plea with heavy breathing. Your words and the sounds of your cunt squelching against your finger made the fire inside him flare up. His hand lowered his sweatpants freeing his already hard cock from its confines. Leon's movements were desperate when he heard this symphony of your sighs and sounds.

— What a good girl, — he answered, frowning from the tension in this situation. With every stroke he imagined that you were doing this to him which brought him to an uncontrollable state. Your shared muffled chorus of arousal and moans was heard only by both of you and no one else. — What do you want, baby, now?.. I will do everything I can in my power, —

Your fingers began to tremble due to the way you were squeezing them with your walls. His voice and words were stuck in your head for a couple of seconds while you thought about them while your boyfriend continued to console himself and you heard it perfectly. — Fuck me, Leon... Рlease... I need you so much.. right now, — your thighs began to tremble involuntarily — a sign that your fingers were doing their job well.

— I'm close.. very.. Oh God.. — Kennedy's slight muttering that you couldn't quite understand. Leon was quiet that there were almost no moans for you, but for him your moans were very often. His hand increased the pace of movement, smearing precum from the red tip with his thumb. You both lost your breath and the approach only increased without stopping for mercy. The tension in the lower abdomen tormented him greatly, as did you, constantly reminding him of the long-awaited release. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew until it became almost unbearable. It's too much.

— Cum for me, baby, be a good girl for me... — he coos and his voice was hoarse with his desire and need for you. You succumbed to temptation with a hoarse cry, feeling like a knot was untying in the lower abdomen and your pussy ached and ached while your hips stood up slightly in trembling. You are lost and your mouth is dry and there is not enough saliva while your body is all wet from sweat and your own fluids, not to mention the sheet under you and now dirty pajamas. You could only hear his moans and low growls of his release with your encouragement. Thick strings of sperm released into his palm also staining his clothes and his skin.

You both walked away and breathed heavily without saying anything. — You liked it baby, huh? — his murmur was heard with the slight rustling of a napkin as he removed dirt from himself. Kennedy wanted to hear your approval or to hear what he did wrong in this unusual meeting on the phone. — This is not just “good”, it is ideal and only ideal, — you quietly whispered back.

[zorosbeau33]

Dating them~ Robin Headcanon

❖ One Piece, Robin x genderless reader

❖ Headcanon, Series, Fluff, Suggestive

❖ Tw: None

❖ wc: 1164

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Rating for this universe is 18+ let me know what you think~ Or if there's another crew member you want to hear about~

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Robin is the gentle mommy kind of girlfriend

You don’t even realize it but she is gently taking care of you without you noticing most of the time

Her devil fruit makes this extremely easy for her, placing a blanket around your shoulders from across the ship, gently catching you with a hand to get you balanced so you don't fall off the ship, helping you haul the rope in the storm, finding your lost item by looking around with extra eyes, etc

Robin is someone who when it comes to her partner uses less gendered terms. Prefers using they/them or terms of endearment like “my sparrow” “the beauty” “my partner” “my lover” “Who? Oh welcome home darling”

She likes calling or referring to you as hers, it's not to be jealously possessive or scare others off most of the time. It is simply that she is so happy to know that you are the person she has fallen for in this lifetime. This queen is convinced that you are the only one for her for the rest of time, she would never if you split up look for another. You are her angel and no one would be able to replace you, or hold a candle to the flame that she burns for you alone

When she does use it as a possessive outside of endearment or wonder, its usually due to one or both of you being in a dangerous situation and to alert one another of such things and tell others they fuck with either of you and the other will make sure there is hell to pay for everyone involved

Robin enjoys having you lay your head in her lap as she reads for some quiet bonding time. 

Her fingers will always be resting on your stomach or carding through your hair (if you have ethnic hair or protective hairstyles she would switch to gently tracing her fingers over your arm to respect the hard work that goes into maintaining it)

This is also a way she asserts herself in private as the top in the situation, she will have you kneel and only let you rest your head on her plush thighs when she feels you’ve earned the privilege back from being a brat/tease

Part two for that, Robin will understand however if such positions are grounding to you in times of anxiety or after lovemaking. If laying your head on her thighs/chest/stomach etc is calming for you she will always be ready to set things aside and go find a comfortable place to do so with you

If anyone of the older Straw Hats knows how to walk their s/o through a rough time it's Robin. She will gently guide you with touch, or words, or a calming presence. Takes great pride in being able to work you down from any heightened state of emotion that is not beneficial to you (ie joy/happiness/excitement)

Will coo and reward you for being her “good little darling~” 

Not huge on PDA in public, not that she has a distaste for it she just likes to spoil you in private away from anyone who might try to tease you for being so tender 

It also goes that she's more on guard for dangers when out in the open, so part of her attention is ensuring that you are safe, rather than trying to enchant you with sweet words and melt you with firm but tender touches

I really see Robin as being the dominant person in the relationship, preferring that of being more the caretaker, although she is fine if you flip the script sometimes. Its just in her nature both in and out of the bedroom to make her treasured lover melt into a puddle or dote on them

It's her love language, besides it's so much fun to tease you even if you do or do not dish it back to her she loves being the one you trust and go to before anyone else

This woman is not the biggest on presents, she won’t mind receiving them but not really all that big on buying you presents. If you like receiving them she would take note and surprise you with things sometimes but they're never trinkets they are always items with purpose like clothes, weapon upgrades, skin care-useful things

Celebrations like your anniversary are the exception, she will spend so much time having something made or finding the perfect gift for you.

Price will not be a question, if its 1 million berries she will spend it for this occasion for that gift

Would be happy to teach you whatever knowledge she has on any given topic including how to read the poneglyphs if you’d like. Or nothing at all if you do not have the interest

She will do her best to support you in your hobbies or passions, but she will struggle if it is robots for purposes like Franky

She will still try because it's you but may gently suggest you talk to him about it as he’d understand more 

Kisses are not lost on Robin, she adores them. Long slow meaningful kisses, she's never rushed even if a fight is about to break out. 

Small quick kisses would be more your thing than hers, if she's kissing you even on the cheek she's slow, cupping your jaw as she sweetly leaves a kiss there before pulling away with a pleased smile. You can give her quick pecks, forehead smooches, bunny kisses, fast little makeouts but she will always kiss you slowly and methodically. Claiming all of you in that one kiss, so if you kiss her lips expect her extra hands to hold you there until she's done with you

Dates are never rushed. It's rare for her to plan a serious date with you but those are some of her favorites. Mood lighting and a really nice restaurant or to a fancy place to slow dance to some nice orchestra/ band music, or much to everyone's surprise a day at an amusement park, spa, water park. Only because she knows you’ll love it, and she would love watching you get excited and dart about as she slowly follows right behind never too far away. Taking in every second of the happiness on your face

Otherwise dates are more sporadic moments of you both wandering on your adventures together and just trying things that strike your fancy in town like shopping, or looking for a book she can’t read. She has challenged you once to find a book with a language she didn’t know as a way of distracting you from something the others were trying to surprise you with AND as a way of showing off her skills to you

There are many more ideas I have for this lovely woman but I’ll wait and see if anyone wants those as they may learn much more nsfw~

[akutasoda]

Well then in that case.

You can fic or Headcanons, may I request AlHaitham and Cyno with an s/o that like to dip their face into his chest. Listen man. When you saw those abs so CLEARLY. CYNO not wearing any shirt chest open like that UHMMM~ Let me stuffed my face into that 😩🤭

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synopsis - how they react when their s/o likes to dip their face into their chest

includes - cyno, alhaitham

warnings - gn!reader, slight crack, fluff, wc - 508

a/n: couldn't decide between hcs or fic so a little mix of both!

cyno ★↷

↪cyno wasn't exactly the most accustomed to relationships and things people would do as a couple and so he became rather confused when you would randomly dip your face into his chest (he's 5'3 so good luck if you're taller).

↪if he really thought about it, he did notice how he'd sometimes catch you staring at him and he'd always ask if something was wrong but you'd tell him everything was fine - so he never really questioned you apart from the first time you surprised him...

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it was a rare day where both you and cyno had time to yourselves - he hadn't been called anywhere and you had the day off. so you took the initiative and take him to a spot in the forests that was suggested to you by tighnari, a beautiful area with nobody around. a small picnic was all it really was. but it was a small fleeting moment for both you and cyno to spend time together.

it was nice, you two passionately talked back and forth about a range of subjects and you laughed at his horrible dad jokes because you wanted to treasure this moment. although you couldn't help but pick up on the fact that your eyes would occasionally drift to his chest. i mean, who could blame you when cyno openly walked around shirtless every single day and no desert heat could be an excuse in the middle of sumeru or the forest.

'is something the matter' cyno asked, perhaps he also picked up on the fact you had been staring for a bit too long. you shook your head and dismissed any concerns but you quickly went back on your words as you promptly dipped your face into his chest without much of a warning. you could practically hear his heartbeat increase as he sat there with a rather shocked expression.

there was a while of silence before you lifted your head to a flustered cyno and you claimed that nothing was wrong now before continuing as if you didn't just bury your face into his open chest. cyno struggled a tad to fight the blush forming on his face and tried to distract himself by re-engaging your previous conversation with a few stutters here and there.

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↪even though it caught him off guard many times, he wouldn't say he didn't enjoy it. there was something weirdly flattering to him that you would openly choose to dip your face into his chest - and in honesty, if he didn't like it he'd tell you or actually put a shirt on.

↪he'd let you dip your face into his chest practically anywhere if you wanted to, he understood he went away quite a bit of duty and so it was to make up for that.

↪he wouldn't really ask you why but if he did he most likely would just be met with a response along the lines of 'maybe if you put a shirt on you, it wouldn't be such a tempting offer' although he doubts you would stop if he did so.

alhaitham ★↷

↪alhaitham never really would've guessed you'd be the kind to resort to dipping your face in his chest. sure he'd seen you do a few dumb things but this really would blow his predictions about you and your actions out of the water.

↪maybe he should've picked up the signs - especially when he'd catch ypu staring - sooner so that the first time you ever did it, it wouldn't give him a shock as he didn't quite know how to react...

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it had been a very long day for you, the akademiya had kept you running back and forth instead of allowing your job to be simple for a change. you were absolutely exhausted and your whole body was aching for a minute of rest that didn't even have the opportunity to arise until you made it to the front door of your lovers, and his blonde companion, home.

your eyes felt like they were drooping as you fumbled around in your bag to find the key, eventually you managed to push the door open. you immediately slumped your bag beside the door even though you knew alhaitham would complain later because it would 'be in the way', but how could he complain when you occupied his attention?

you sought out his attention immediately, all you wanted was to curl up next to him and bury your face into his chest - who could blame you really. he was home, you knew he was, the akademiya had granted him a rare day off and he made it very clear not to be disturbed but you didn't really care about that right now. alhaitham could be found in his room slouched against the couch's armrest with a book in hand. he barely had time to look up at you when you entered the room before you had crossed it entirely and pulled the book out of his hand, immediately face planting into his chest.

'and what do you thi-' he hadn't the chance to finish before you lifted your head slightly and pressed a finger to his lips in a shushing manner and then puttiing your head back into his chest. you heard and felt his chest lift and sink again as he let out a long drawn out sigh. he had a mind to push you off and comment on your behaviour but he couldn't even bring himself to nudge you off. sure it was unexpected but a part of him felt like he should expect the most random things from you and so the shock easily wore off.

he felt you nuzzle your way impossibly closer into his chest and he knew he had no chance of leaving anytime soon. the closest he had to moving was reaching for another book on the side table and begin reading again.

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↪now that he knew of your little habit he could prepare himself mentally for your attacks. he didn't really mind but his one rule was for you not to dip your face into his chest in public, he was a rather important figure and he didn't need people seeing him indulge you in your habit.

↪no, kaveh did not count as public at home - he could get over it. alhaitham quickly learnt just to ignore you if you dipped your head into his chest and could just wait until you decided you had your fill.

↪he would always sight at you and question your behaviour but you knew if he really didn't like you doing it, he would easily push you off and scold you.

↪he asked you once why you liked to, and he regretted it immediately when you looked at him then his chest before looking him in the eyes and gesturing to his chest.

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[earthlybeam]

Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving their friends a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek for good luck or as a way to say goodbye, or when showing how much they’ve missed each other. It’s also common for humans to casually drape an arm around a friend’s waist while sitting together and chatting comfortably.

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond version only as stranger, friend, lover

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Stranger:

✶ Elrond, though kinder and more open than some of his Elven peers, is still a product of centuries of wisdom and restraint. When confronted with a stranger engaging in open affection—whether it’s a touch on the arm or a playful kiss on the cheek—he might find himself somewhat taken aback, though not with disdain. His initial reaction would be one of quiet observation, as his mind seeks to understand the intent behind these actions. To Elrond, such gestures are unfamiliar, especially coming from someone he doesn’t know deeply. He might stand slightly rigid, though his face would not betray any judgment, instead showing a serene curiosity.

✶ He respects human warmth but doesn’t immediately engage in such behavior, as it contrasts with the more reserved ways of the Elves. Elrond would most likely respond with a polite, formal smile, offering a respectful bow of the head or an elegant hand placed over his heart in acknowledgment. He would not recoil, but rather absorb these moments with a quiet grace, reflecting on the human need for such connection. While not fully understanding the necessity of these gestures, he would respect them as part of the rich, emotional nature of humankind.

✶ Internal thought: The ways of Man are strange to me, yet… they are deeply rooted in their hearts. There is something to be learned here, something honest. Public action: A brief, respectful nod, or a soft, formal hand gesture acknowledging the affection, though he would not participate directly in this type of intimacy.

Friend:

✶ With a friend, Elrond’s reaction would be more accepting, though still tempered by the centuries of formality and elven grace that shape his actions. Having witnessed many years of friendships, bonds, and fleeting connections, Elrond understands the value of deep camaraderie and trust. He would begin to feel more at ease with subtle, affectionate gestures—a gentle clasp on the shoulder, or an occasional hand laid on your arm in an expression of shared comfort or reassurance. While Elrond is not overtly affectionate by nature, he recognizes that such bonds are necessary for mortal beings, and he begins to soften in his response.

✶ He might, however, still refrain from openly mirroring the human customs of affection, as it feels somewhat vulnerable to him. He would not be uncomfortable with it, but rather it would take him time to adjust to the casual intimacy humans share with one another. Still, when his heart is moved, Elrond may surprise you with a tender touch, an arm around your shoulders in moments of deep conversation, or a kiss on the forehead when parting, not out of obligation, but because he has come to care for you deeply.

✶ Internal thought: The bond of friendship… it is a treasure. I do not understand all of your ways, but I find this… warmth comforting. Perhaps there is beauty in this shared affection. Public action: A soft hand on the shoulder, an arm draped across your back, a kiss to the forehead—small yet significant gestures, laden with affection.

Lover:

✶ When Elrond falls in love, the bond he forms with you is sacred, and his approach to intimacy is one of profound reverence and tenderness. As your lover, he sees the relationship as something divine, far surpassing any mere physical connection. His affection toward you is deep and slow, each touch a deliberate act of adoration and worship. The touch of his hand on yours, the gentle caress of your cheek, and the way he pulls you into him for an intimate embrace are all imbued with power and emotion. His desire to be close to you is not just physical, but spiritual.

✶ In private, Elrond would share the more open forms of human affection, but it would be with an air of respect that elevates the experience. Hand-holding, soft kisses on your lips, a lingering kiss to your brow—these would all be frequent expressions of his devotion to you. His touch would be meaningful, every action steeped in power and reverence, the way he would kiss you or embrace you almost as if he were binding his very soul to yours, recognizing the sacred nature of the bond between you both. When you part, his gestures would linger, a soft brushing of his fingers over your skin, a gentle pull to bring you back into his arms.

✶ Elrond would be more likely to engage in these public displays when in the safety of a private setting, surrounded by the intimacy of your bond. However, when in the presence of others, he might show subtle signs of affection—a tender look, a quiet touch to the small of your back, or a hand resting lightly on your waist. For Elrond, love is a rare and sacred thing, and he cherishes each moment he spends with you.

✶ Internal thought: You have captured my heart in a way that even time cannot undo. Your touch is my solace, your warmth the light that guides me through darkness. My soul, entwined with yours, cannot endure distance. I will cherish you for all of eternity. Public action: A lingering kiss on your knuckles, a hand resting at your waist, a slow, deliberate touch to your cheek as he gazes into your eyes, filled with love and reverence.

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