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eideticallys · 1 year

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You Think I'm Delicious?

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: all your dreams and hopes of getting cuddly with spencer were shattered when he uttered those six words.

“i don’t like your new perfume.”

genre: fluff & crack

word count: 1.9k

author's notes: here's a spencer reid fluff without plot, just crack (i tried so i hope you'll laugh while reading this). anyway, enjoy reading this one! also posted on ao3 (spencereids).

THE THING ABOUT DR. SPENCER REID IS THAT HE’S A VERY SENSITIVE PERSON. He's very particular about stuff like his dislikes for certain textures and not knowing about something—making him a good researcher by the way, because if he doesn't know something, you'll find him poring through books—and even certain smells aren't an exception. One might think that this is normal with his job because, of course, he does. He has probably smelled dead bodies more than he has smelled fresh flowers. Of course, he hates smells like rotten flesh. Disgusting, honestly. But, what can he do? That is part of his job.

So, when he suddenly tugged you to his side one day to hug you, you were excited for him to take note of your new perfume and love it. No, you were certain he’d love it just as much as you did when you first took a whiff at the store. You just had to buy it because you were sure he’d go crazy over your smell. He’d tuck his face into your neck and shower you with pecks. Because despite what everyone else thinks they know about Spencer having an aversion to touch, he was quite the cuddler when he was in love. And yes, you were the lucky recipient of his comforting hugs 24/7.

However, all your dreams and hopes of getting cuddly with Spencer were shattered when he uttered those six words.

“I don’t like your new perfume.”

Your jaw dropped as soon as he said that distressing sentence. Meanwhile, Spencer was quick to move away from you and continue what he was doing previously—playing chess by himself. Sometimes, if only you didn’t love your boyfriend and didn’t have to face charges, you would strangle him for a lot of things. One of which was being nonchalant after just dropping a bomb like that. What does he mean by you smell bad? You bought a citrus-scented perfume that hurt your pockets; you’ll have to give up your afternoon snacks at the cafe near the FBI headquarters. So, like any good partner out there, you just had to instigate a little argument over your new perfume.

“Excuse me?”

Your boyfriend looked up at your incredulous tone, merely raising a brow at you as if to ask, “What’s up?” This almost got your eye twitching, but you refrained. Taking a breath, you plastered a sickly sweet smile on your face and clarified your previous question.

“What do you mean you don’t like my new perfume?”

Spencer started reddening at your accusatory tone and shrugged halfheartedly, which made you raise one perfectly formed brow at your boyfriend. Now, you’re curious why your boyfriend blushed at your question.

He may be quite shy, but Spencer wasn’t the best when it came to social cues. He rarely gets embarrassed about something unless you blatantly point it out. You could probably count on one hand the number of times he flushed pink. A funny memory you have of him reddening like a tomato was when the BAU were out interviewing streetwalkers. Despite his social awkwardness, Spencer was propositioned by all the women he talked to. You could still remember the exact look he had on his face when he had to pull his tie away from the woman, who was busy rolling it on her fingers.

God, he’s so precious, you’d keep him in your pocket if you could. But right now, he isn’t your favorite person, and you’d love nothing more than to figure out why he was blushing. You were sure there was something behind all those burning cheeks.

“Spencer,” you slowly enunciated the syllables of his name, making him look at you once again. He tilted his head in question as you sighed dramatically, “Out with it.”

“What?”

“You’re flushed pink. You’re picking at your nails, and your right knee just started bouncing.” You pointed it out, and Spencer tried to remedy every single thing you mentioned. “Baby, for a profiler, you’re not doing great at hiding stuff. Tell me what’s going on.”

He scowled and crossed his arms like a petulant child, definitely wishing you weren’t a profiler, and a damn good one at that, like him. You merely chuckled at his antics and crossed your arms in retaliation. No, you weren’t backing away from this one. You spent money on perfume, hoping your boyfriend would love it. But no, he hated it, and now, you have to know why.

You could hear the ticking of the wall clock—if you focused hard enough—with the way not a single sound could be heard from the both of you waiting for the other to cave—not even a phone call from Garcia telling you that you have a case and, you have to be in the office in fifteen minutes could disrupt your focus right now. You could say the same about your boyfriend right now, who is intently staring at your phones on the table. He was probably hoping a work call would come through to save his ass from getting interrogated by you. It’s kind of sick that one would want to hear a new body was found, but at least you’d be out there catching another bad guy and locking them up, never to see the light of day until their last breath. He would rather have a face-off with a murderer than his girlfriend, whom he’s pretty sure is close to resorting to violence for borderline calling her stinky—not really, you’re just dramatic like that.

“Well, for starters, I think it’s strong like I’m drowning in it,” Spencer emphasized the word strong, making your brows furrow. He didn’t have that problem with your previous perfume, and it was stronger—he’s hiding something. You stared pointedly at your boyfriend now, who was fidgeting like crazy under your scrutiny.

“Are you sure that’s it? You didn’t have that problem with my previous perfume, which I’m pretty sure is much stronger than this one.” You clarified, tilting your head to the side as you explained further. “Garcia loved the smell of flowers, but she told me she sneezed every time I passed by. She had to ask me to change the scents immediately. And despite the complaints, you loved it so much that you would tuck your face into my neck.”

At this point, Spencer looked like he was about to burst from an aneurysm with how red he had gotten. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit sorry, but you also had to make him suffer.

“Tell me, Spencer. Or else, I might just have to resort to other tactics.” You almost cackled at the way your boyfriend looked like he’d rather start digging a hole for him to bury himself in. “And you know, I’m a great profiler. I always get what I want.”

However, as soon as you said those words, you noticed Spencer’s eyes drifting towards a half-full bottle sitting on his little desk filled with heaps of paperwork.

Oh. That’s the problem.

“Baby, I think I know what the problem is here.”

Spencer quickly leaped off your couch to avoid getting teased by you—which wasn’t your plan at all, by the way—and was about to run into your bedroom, but you were quick on your feet and were able to catch his arm and pull him towards you. Yep, unfortunately for your boyfriend, you were better when it came to physical activities.

Although you were better at that angle, you still weren’t able to properly estimate the way you pulled him into you because both of you ended up toppling over on your couch. Luckily, it was the couch, because you’re sure Hotch would have your heads served on a platter if both of his agents were injured and there was a sudden case.

You both landed unceremoniously, with Spencer squeaking as he ended up face-first into your chest, and you groaned as you cushioned his fall. Choosing to pause for a moment, you ran your hands through his brown curls as you both tried to catch your breath. Spencer seemed to agree with that idea as he started inhaling your scent, which made you smile a bit.

“You know, it’s not that I hate your perfume because it smells bad.” Spencer started explaining in a hushed tone, “I just liked it better when you smelled like me.”

Your eyes widened at his confession. This was the first time Spencer had ever said something possessive. Despite not being the usual alpha male girls go for, Spencer had enough confidence in himself that you chose him out of all the guys out there you could’ve gone for. At the start of your relationship, you made it clear to him that he was the one you wanted to be with. Not someone as domineering as Hotch or someone as bold as Morgan.

No, you wanted Spencer.

You wanted to be with Spencer.

So, you were shocked at your boyfriend’s display of possessiveness, but at the same time, you found it cute that he wanted you to smell like him. It wasn’t every day that he wanted to engage in a public display of affection. And just like any other girlfriend out there who enjoyed the attention you got from your boyfriend, you laughed as you tried to pull Spencer’s face towards yours.

“God, you’re so adorable, Dr. Reid,” you exclaimed as you peppered his face with pecks and pinched his cheeks as he tried to dodge, embarrassed after saying he wanted you to use his perfume, “I could eat your face!”

“We don’t want that." Spencer said, "The BAU would lose two of their best agents with me inside your gastrointestinal tract and you in jail for cannibalism.”

You rolled your eyes at him as he blinked at you innocently. Sometimes, you hate his brain.

“Stop taking things literally!" You exclaimed to your boyfriend, "You know what I’m talking about!”

“I don’t.” Spencer frowned. You could hear the cogs in his brain start working, meaning he was about to spew out some facts. “Actually, our senses of smell and taste are directly related. They both use the same types of receptors, so if you smell something that you think is delicious, this triggers the same area of the brain that activates our salivary glands. Wait, you think I’m delicious?”

You facepalmed yourself. For a guy with an IQ of 187, your boyfriend could be an idiot.

“You’re an idiot.”

“No, I’m not!” Spencer protested and explained some more, “Seeing an object, food, or even a person that is pleasing to the eye can cause people to salivate. Pleasant smells such as your favorite food, your partner’s natural scent, or smelling perfume on your partner can stimulate the production of saliva more than looking at that person. This process can initiate feelings of wanting to eat or bite.”

Despite his protests, you simply clucked and pinched his nose. Wanting to retaliate, Spencer continued spilling his tangents.

“Aha! You like me so much, my smell makes you want to bite me!”

“You know what, Spence?” You asked sweetly at your boyfriend, who was now listening intently to you. He’ll never know what hit him. “I love you so much, but I preferred it when you got embarrassed about wanting me to smell like you.”

By your admission, Spencer started blushing profusely again as he tried to bury his face in your neck.

“Shut up!”

“I love you too, Spence.”

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grison-in-space · 3 months

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honestly so much of the way we conceptualize autistic special interests is predicated on there not being anyone who shares them with us? and like. have you met humans. have you talked to any autistics. because lots of them are pretty interesting actually! and autistic people are often pretty good at infecting you with their interests so that you share them too even if you're not as motivated to fixate happily on them for their own sakes!

huge whorls of autistic-generated human communities exist, and people who aren't used to autistic people never seem to realize that Yes Those Are Also Autistics, often because people are used to autistic special interests occupying some very limited contexts like Computers because Computers were a big new societal innovation and community spinning up right when people also started thinking about autism as a Distinction Among Humans. Also Pokemon. And the Internet. Nineties kids know what I mean, eh?

anyway here are some heavily autistic communities that allistic people never seem to realize tend to concentrate autistics and be driven by them:

every non-commercial domestic animal fancy ever, including dog, cat, pigeon, chicken, and horse people; also includes a fair chunk of the commercial kinds but there are slightly less of these

fandom of any kind (for some reason--it's misogyny--no one seems to realize that this also applies to female-slanted forms of fandom focused on storytelling and modification as well as male-slanted ones that involve information curation)

religion. especially any kind that involves any kind of organization--less the charismatic ones that involve manipulating other people, more the kind that draw people interested in the way that religion works. less/more is not all/none.

kink and sexuality generally and also gender. we think a lot. it's a problem. and we get snagged on stuff. plus sensory shit ties into everything. just saying. e v e r y t h i n g.

academia. look we get. we get interested in things. if you get interested enough in things people call you an expert and sometimes they give you money. money is nice. it lets you buy more objects of special interest.

acting. we wear masks all the fucking time and we get caught up in it. which makes you think about structure, eh?

comedy. ditto.

building shit. admittedly the allistics have largely noticed that engineers concentrate us by now but it has taken a surprisingly long time to realize that this also applies to other, older crafts.

fibercrafts and textiles. what about "we like textures and also figuring out how things work" is a surprise to you. also math. again the answer to how the allistics keep failing to notice this one is "there's lots of ladies in there."

I bet I'm missing plenty that I'm just not thinking of but my god, man, look at how many of these things touch us! look at how they shape our understanding of one another and ourselves! how cool is that

#neurodivergence #autism

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wannaeatramyeon · 2 months

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Lookism Guys: Ruffling their Hair

G/N. Gun, Jake, Sammy, Ryuhei, Johan, Vincent. Goo here

Gun Park

Ducks, dodges and weaves your outstretched hands. Honestly, you should be grateful. You've seen him punch someone for much less. However, your need to find out whether his hair, with all that product, is crunchy or greasy or just rock solid overrides all sense of self preservation.

To your surprise, more than anything, it is soft. As is his accompanying sigh and look once your fingers reach their target and he lets you caress his locks.

He doesn't allow you to do it often, and you care about not having broken fingers to do it too much. Once that urge kicks in though, Gun eventually gives in.

Jake Kim

It's rather unbecoming for a leader to get their hair ruffled, especially to those outside of his inner circle. The first time the rest of the crew saw you ruffling their boss's hair, they exchanged odd glances.

And Jake knows this. He grumbles each time you do it in front of everyone. He knows this takes the shine off his reputation somewhat, yet he makes it easy for you anyway.

Leaning down so you can run your hand through his hair, messing it up, before he then smooths it back down with a half hearted whine.

Samuel Seo

The first time you stroke his hair, there is no immediately discernible change in his demeanour. He gives you a look for messing up his immaculate hair but tolerates it nonetheless.

What gives away how much he likes it, and how much he craves your touch, is the way his eyes flutter shut, the way his breathing slows and deepens, how his body slackens. Not enough for anyone else to see, but enough for you to feel.

It calms him, and he finds the gesture sweet. Not that he would ever admit it outloud.

Ryuhei Kuroda

You ruffled his hair once. Once. He practically melted, then you found his head within reach in almost all situations.

An overeager, overbearing (rabid attack) puppy at the best of times, and being appropriate eludes Ryuhei anyway. But you ruffling his hair seems to have opened up pandora's box and made him realise how touch-starved he is (by you specifically) at all times.

He treads a fine line between annoying and adorable, although usually the former, but there's something wholesome about how much he wants you to run his fingers through his hair.

Johan Seong

From the way he tensed up at you ruffling his hair, you thought you did something way worse.

It was a spur of the moment gesture. Him glaring at you beneath his fringe, looking like a sulky puppy, you couldn't help it.

His mom was the only one that touched his hair, and after that - the other time was the mad doctor. Johan's hair a physical embodiment of trauma.

And then you ruffled his hair, reminding him that it's just hair, that touch can be sweet and kind, and unleashing waves of nostalgia. Looks like you just acquired a prickly puppy.

Vin Jin

Scowls until he's absolutely sure you're not going to try and reveal his eyes then he relents. Sort of.

You manage to graze his hair, just a bit, before he slaps your hand away. He lets you, enough times (until he has had enough and tells you to go away) that you eventually know exactly the texture of his hair. Felt it when it was short, buzzcut, often covered by a cap; temporarily bleached to match Mary's; cropped and left long on top; finally now - long enough to tickle his chin.

"Your hair has grown long," you say, running your fingers through his hair. A hum of agreement is all he responds with but he doesn't move away anymore.

#lookism #lookism x reader #gun park x reader #jake kim x reader #samuel seo x reader #ryuhei x reader #wannaeatramyeon #ryuhei kuroda x reader #vin jin x reader #seong johan x reader #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon

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levmada · 2 months

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a simple but powerful trust test is asking Levi to close his eyes for you.

maybe, you have a little gift to give him, so wayy early in the morning—before anyone else wakes up but after Levi is—you head to the kitchens in the back of the empty canteen in search of him. the elation from his reaction overpowers your tiredness, even your anxiety, so you're more than acutely aware of your little "gift" resting in your uniform pocket over your left chest.

it's pointless, really, to announce yourself, but you do so anyway before popping your head in. he's calmly pouring his tea, but next to it sits another cup... he heard you coming.

"you should go back to bed. it's barely the ass crack of dawn," he grunts, quite matter-of-fact. he side-eyes you through a few strands of his bangs with his usual sour attitude, but you know him well enough to know that his voice is even and based on where his gaze is locked, that he's pleased to see you.

"I have a surprise for you," you beam on approach, and with that, you kiss his cheek.

he idly touches your waist as he places the pot back down, humming. "what."

"close your eyes."

he kind of squints at first, but you seem serious. although he hesitates, lips pressed, he does as you ask.

you take his hand from his side—he startles slightly, so you're quick to tuck the cool stone in the palm of his hand and close his fingers on it.

"okay, open your eyes."

his gaze falls down to the smooth stone resting on his palm. it's smooth like a pearl, shaped like a pebble; silver catches on the light, but it's light blue, like the moon.

you watch him stare at it, and slightly nudge it with his thumb, multiple times to seemingly appreciate the texture. he examines it, seemingly, with as much fondness as a custom smithed knife.

"do you like it?" you ask softly.

he lifts his gaze finally. "you made me do all that for a rock?"

you burst out laughing. "it's a shiny rock. I saw it down by the river and it reminded me of your eyes! ...and I cleaned it first."

you're honestly shocked he didn't ask you that first. he must really trust you.

he stares at you with the impression that he just tasted a lemon. cheeks rosy, he gives it one more worthy glance before tucking it in his jacket pocket, as you had done.

"alright then."

he leans up slightly and kisses you chaste on the lips.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #captain levi x reader #levi ackerman drabble #levi ackerman fluff #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x reader #aot fluff #levi ackerman fanfiction

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essentiallyleaf · 7 months

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day 03. wall sex. with. winter.

1113 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, dom(?) reader, sub girlfriend winter, making out, daddy kink, wall sex, lift and carry, standing doggy, semi-public sex, a smidge of size kink, barely edited, actually about as long as i expected this time.

notes.

honestly, not that much to say. oh right, i don’t actually know if a wall sex kink/fetish actually exists, which is perhaps not a minor concern for a kinktober piece. so if it really does, let me know, and if it doesn't, help me make it a thing and specifically winto’s thing. solidly, leaf.

You step between her legs, hanging slightly parted off the counter as she sits on it. She’s still staring at the window to her left, so you caress her cheek and redirect her chin towards you, trying to fish something out of the sea blue colored contacts Winter wears on her eyes. You love that color on her. You kiss her lips softly, they’re slightly wet. Your mouths detach as you bring a second hand between her jaw and her neck.

The only thing that comes off your hook is lust.

So you kiss your girlfriend again, this time longer and deeper; you feel her tongue brush your lips, so you retaliate with yours. It starts as a little game, taking turns exploring each other’s mouths, but the longer it goes, the longer you feel her trying to take more space past your entrance, so you let her in.

That’s how it is with her: she only needs to ask. “Can we go to the animal shelter tomorrow?”; “Can I read manga with you while we’re on the train?”; “Can you get me that cute black one piece over there?” (That’s when you bought her the dress she’s wearing right now. And it’s not cute. On her, combined with that messy bun and those fishnets, it looks fucking filthy). Then, the magic word. They always taught you it was “Please”, but really, it’s what comes after: “Daddy?”

That’s why when she grabs the collar of your leather jacket to pull you towards her, when she wraps her arms and legs around you like she needs you, like she’s a koala that needs to make sure it won’t fall from its tree while sleeping, you give in. Because there’s no one else that can grant Winter’s wishes like you do, just like there’s no one else that needs you as much as Winter does.

Which takes on an extremely carnal meaning as you lift her from the counter and turn around, your hands on her ass and your forearms supporting her thighs. She’s so tiny and light, you don’t need all that support, but you want to feel her every inch of her body on yours.

You wander through a couple rooms, looking for a bedroom in the enormous maze-like mansion. Given the handicap of having Winter kiss you the whole way through and of barely being able to keep your eyes open because of that, it’s a miracle that you don’t slam into a doorframe or trip on a carpet in the process. Then, her impatience takes over.

“Let’s do it here”

You look around the room, puzzled. It looks like some kind of library, though at least one third of the shelves of the old-fashioned white carved bookcases is almost empty. “Where?”

Your girlfriend stretches her arm towards the wall behind her, palming it as if trying to get a grasp of its texture.

“Isn’t this good enough,” she knows she can’t get it so easily, but she also knows the most direct shortcut, “Daddy?”

She doesn’t need an answer. She needs you to slam her into the wall, pull her little slutty black one piece up to her waist and her thin, almost see through black panties to the side, rip those fishnets apart and fuck her. As you find out, she also doesn’t need any foreplay, her slit and crotch already wet just from the prolonged make-out session, which finally comes to end as you switch from her mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder.

You kiss, lick, and suck the same spot over and over for several minutes as you pump into her with feral instinct, her hand now gripping your hair tightly; she even pulls on it a little - it hurts, but that’s not your biggest priority right now. You need to mark Winter as yours, she’s your girlfriend, your (this exact moment, a little less) soft, sweet fluffball, she’s your tiny fuckdoll. And as such you shall use her.

Thrust upwards into her like that’s what she was built for, like there’s nothing stopping you. Meanwhile, the only thing stopping her is the wall behind her, which feels cold on her nape and asscheeks, stark contrast with her boiling hot clavicle and pussy.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy”

It’s not a request this time. It’s a factual statement. She orgasms silently, so overwhelmed by the bursts of pleasure flowing from her pussy to her brain to what feels like every inch of her body, that she simply goes limp. Fortunately, you and the wall are there to hold her.

It takes her a good couple minutes to even be able to feel the world around her, past the overpowering signals coming from her own body. That’s enough for you to ask her:

“Now, I’m gonna need you to hold onto that wall, just for a little bit longer, okay? Can you do that for Daddy?”

You wouldn’t be able to tell from her still dazed face, but as she lowers her legs and tries her very best to stand up, you know Winter understood perfectly, and this is her “Yes, daddy”.

She looks so precious as you hold her hips up and help her turn around, her palms on the wall, fingers tensing like she’s trying to find something to grip onto. So precious that you just wrap your arms all around her waist as you split her tight slit open for a second time and start shoving yourself in and out of her repeatedly.

You know you can’t last long, so you try to get your girlfriend to a second high, though you don’t know if she can even feel much given her state. You turn her head to the side to kiss her again and you reach towards one of her little boobs and start groping her, first through, then inside her daddy’s girl dress.

It’s when your other hand presses upon her clit that she completely loses it. She lets out a sequence of animalistic guttural moans you never heard from her, and watery liquid starts gushing on your cock and out of her pussy while her walls clench rhythmically. The combined pressure of the two triggers your own orgasm, as you deposit buckets of white honey into her womb until she can’t take any more and semen drips out of her pussy and onto the floor.

You hold Winter tightly, almost squeezing her against the wall as her knees threaten to give up completely; you kiss her temple repeatedly as she pants heavily.

“How are we gonna go back downstairs for the party?”

“You can carry me for a while! Please, daddy?”

footnotes.

wow i think i actually wrote different characters this time. this one was a little crammed, but i’m pretty satisfied with the end result. it feels like i’m slowly finding out which things i like writing more and which less and more generally about my identity as a writer. i’m still a sprout, but i think i’m learning a lot. sorry if i bored you and you’re now asleep and somehow still reading. do let me know how to do that! dreamily, leaf.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #girl group smut #idol smut #female idol smut #male reader #male reader insert #male reader smut #idol x reader #idol x male reader #aespa #winter #kim minjeong #aespa smut #winter smut #kim minjeong smut #aespa winter smut

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sukiipjs · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ MATT NSFW ABC’S

°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•°:. *₊ ° .

a- aftercare (how are they like after sex?)

always makes sure that you’re alright and asks if you need anything a million times then cuddles you or just lays in bed with you watching some random videos/shows, whatever. just wants to be close to you after.

b- body part (what’s their favorite body part of yours? + favorite part of their own body?)

he loves your lips, he looooves staring at them, kissing you, feeling them on him, anything. he just loves your lips. (and your tits, always staring and always hurts his face in them when hugging you LMAO.)

he loves his arm and hands, mostly cause of his tattoos. plus he loves when you play with his fingers, or when he uses his fingers on you. 😸

c- cum (anything to do with cum.)

loves cumming inside you, huge breeding kink tbh. he also loves when you cum on his fingers, he just loves giving you pleasure and knowing he did.

d- dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves being vulnerable during sex (sometimes) like when you tape his mouth shut, blindfold him, just anything to feel like you’re in full control.

e- experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

around two or so bodies but definitely knows what he’s doing and knows how to make you feel the best you can and what you like. (definitely prioritizes your pleasure over his.)

f- favorite position (what is their favorite position?)

looooves cowgirl, seeing your tits bounce and always loves seeing your face while fucking. also loves missionary tbh.

g- goofy (are they serious during sex? etc.)

likes to make jokes and show his humor, wants to make sure you’re all okay and comfortable with everything.

h- hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc. + how he likes you.)

likes to keep himself clean, but not bald 💀 for you he doesn’t mind, but honestly doesn’t like it clean shaven, likes to have the texture tbh.

i- intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect?)

loves intimacy in it all and in general, one of the many reasons why he loves missionary. loves to look at you, kiss you, hear all the noises you make, and loves whispering in your ear small praises.

j- jack off (masturbation headcannon)

likes to watch either the wholesome home made porn or the super cliche shit like step mom stuff. 💀 but after watching some likes to use his imagination until he finishes.

k- kink (what kink or kinks do they have?)

like i said, breeding kink for sure. but also definitely praise, just loves hearing how good he’s making you feel, or how good he’s doing when you’re pleasuring him.

l- location (where is their favorite place to do it?)

bedroom, doesn’t really like public stuff but doesn’t mind car sex if it’s not somewhere super out there where people could easily see.

m- motivations (what turns when on during sex?)

loves when you send him nudes or voice messages and if you do it while he’s out he’ll immediately go and drive to you.

n- no (what’s something they wouldn’t do/turn offs?)

anything that breaks skin or anything that could hurt you more than it should. into choking and tough stuff like that but like no knifes, or stuff that’s purposefully trying to really do damage yk?? + not a big fan of anal tbh.

o- oral (do they prefer receiving or giving, etc?)

he LOVES LOOOOVES eating pussy, he literally goes feral and loves focusing on every little thing to make you feel the best and loves hearing every sound you make. but also loves when you suck him off and overstimulate him tbh.

p- pace (are they fast and rough/soft and sensual?)

tends to go slower at first but then starts hammering your shit until your moaning so much he has to shut you up LMAO.

q- quickies (what are their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

likes to take his time with everything so not a fan but he/you are really pent up or whatever, sure or if y’all are at a friends house or public he’ll sneak you into the bathroom or something.

r- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

loves trying new things with you and is willing and open to almost anything if you are too and it makes you both happy.

s- stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

loves when you overstimulate him and keep going after he cums but usually just one round tbh.

t- toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he would 100% use a vibrator on you. for him, i don’t think he’d use toys unless you want to try the vibrator on him. 🤧 (he loves when you make him moan your name and makes him squirm.)

u- unfair (how much they like to tease?)

he doesn’t always tease but he does like to but honestly likes it even more when you tease him.

v- volume (how loud are they during sex? what sounds do they make etc.)

makes the most unimaginable sounds, omg. moans and whimpers sooo much, so vocal. he loves to make out with you as you tease him, making him moan into your mouth. AHH.

w- wildcard (a random head cannon)

loves when you mark him up and scratch at his back or arms and loves when you leave a bunch of hickeys on him.

y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not higher than yours but will go anytime you need/want. but you do know how to get him super horny, any touch could just set him off.

z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

depends on what time it is, if it was earlier in the day he’ll lay for a little then continue with his day. if it was later then he’d fall asleep a few minutes after you do while he holds you in his arms. always makes sure you’re okay before though and makes sure you get anything you need.

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bettsfic · 2 years

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writing cheats

i know i’ve probably written about these all individually but i’m putting them together in one post. these are writing tricks that are extremely cheap and dirty; when you use them it feels like cheating and honestly by posting them i’m probably exposing all the easy moves in my own work, but more than a writer i am a teacher, so here you go, some writing cheats that have never steered me wrong.

quick character creation

what’s really annoying is when you have two characters sitting at a restaurant or something and the server has to come by. to what degree do you describe the server so that it’s clear they’re just a background character but that they’re not just a faceless form, so that the world has texture without taking up too much space on the page? rule of three, babeyyy: two normal things and a weird one.

she had pale skin and blue eyes but her hair was dyed black like a 2010 emo kid.

he was tall and broad, and he wore a sweatshirt with an embroidered teddy bear on it.

the woman stood there comparing the prices of toilet paper. she had a short angled bob and carried a keychain the length of a trout.

why does it work? it gives the reader something to hang onto, a brief observation that shows the world exists around your narrator. it also works when introducing main characters, but there’s so much action going on that you can’t take time to write a rich long paragraph about them. all you need is a little hook.

quick setting creation

i used to TOIL over descriptive paragraphs. for years i was like, description is my weakness, i must become better at developing imagery. i believed this because a famous writer once projected a paragraph i had written onto a screen and asked my cohort, “count how many images are crafted in this paragraph.” there were none. none! my friends were sitting there like, “we are TRYING” but they couldn’t find any.

i would say that after years of studying imagery development at the sentence level, i am, perhaps, competent at it, but what was more helpful was for me to shrug and tell myself, “i’m just not a writer who does that.”

anyway. my cheat is thus:

there’s not much you can assume about your audience. the audience is not a homogenous whole. but your ideal audience is something you can guess at, and that means you can play around with their existing knowledge and expectations.

if you say your characters are in a tacky shit-on-the-walls restaurant, if your ideal reader is an american who went to restaurants during the maximalist era of franchise design, they will conjure their nearest memory of one of those places. and for those readers who aren’t familiar with it, they’ll use other context clues to conjure that space. the point is, you don’t have to list every single stupid license plate nailed to the wall. you can leave it as one detail of one sentence and let your reader extrapolate from there.

if i say the dentist’s office looked like a gutted 90s taco bell, maybe no ideal audience would have ever seen a place like that, but a lot of people can mentally conjure a dentist’s office and a 90s taco bell and overlay them together to create a weird and fun image.

you can go even simpler than that: a bathroom the size of an airplane lavatory. a tiny studio apartment with a hotplate instead of a stove. a mansion with a winding stairwell. the point is that you want to define the size of the space and its general vibes.

in some ways detailed description can be overrated, because your reader conjures images even in absence of them on the page. and for those readers who can’t mentally conjure images, it doesn’t matter anyway; they take you at your word. the trick is to figure out what details are unexpected, relevant to understanding the story and its characters, and those are the things that you add in.

one other note: after working with hundreds of writers on drafting, for *most* of us it’s difficult to develop images and establish setting in a first draft. it’s nearly always something to be saved for a second or later draft. i think it’s because while we’re writing we tend to put character and action first.

nail the landing

there’s a joke i heard once from a writer i really admire: “you know it’s literary fiction if the story ends with a character looking at a body of water.”

and god it’s so painfully sad and true how easy it is to nail the landing of a given story by ending on a totally irrelevant piece of imagery. the final beat of a story followed by your character looking up at the sky and seeing a flock of birds in the shape of a V flying past. or maybe they’re sitting in their car and they count the rings of a nearby church bell. or maybe they watch an elderly couple walk down the sidewalk hand-in-hand. i don’t know!! when in doubt shove an observation, an image, whatever, something neutral at the end and it’ll sound profound.

(this cheat is the only one that can really bite you in the ass because if the image is too irrelevant you risk tonal incongruity. for use only in the most desperate of times.)

sentence fragments

when writers ask me how to punch up their writing or start developing their own style, my go-to advice is to give up the idea of a complete sentence. fuck noun-verb-object. if you have a series of character actions, knock off the sentence subjects like in script action. if the clause at the end of your sentence is particularly meaningful, don’t separate it with a comma but a period and make it its own thing. if your character is going through something particularly stressful or heinous, that bitch is not thinking in complete thoughts so you don’t have to convey them that way. make punctuation bend to your will!!

rhetorical moves

this one opened a lot of doors for me stylistically. remember that famous writer who called me out on my lack of imagery? i always thought his prose was beautiful, that he’s one of the best living prose writers, etc. once i learned more about rhetoric though, i realized he just employed it a lot.

usually when we talk about beautiful sentences it means a sentence that uses rhetorical devices. the greeks were like, you know what, when we give speeches there are certain ways to phrase things that make the audience go nuts. let’s identify what those things are and give them names so we can use them intentionally and convince people of our opinions.

i love shakespeare, i really do, but one of the big reasons he’s still a household name today and his plays are still performed is because every sentence of every goddamn play utilizes a rhetorical device. the audience is hard-wired to vibrate at the sound and cadence of his writing, like finding the spot on a dog that makes their foot thump. for five hundred years, william shakespeare has been scritching that spot for us.

i have no idea why, cognitively, rhetorical devices are so effective. i’m no rhetorician. all i know is that well-deployed anaphora makes a reader want to throw their panties on stage. my intro to rhetorical devices was the wonderful book the elements of eloquence by mark forsyth, a surprisingly fun read! hopefully that will open some doors for you the way it did for me.

the downside to this is that once you know rhetorical devices, it’s like learning how the sausage is made. on one hand, as a writer, you’ll have a lot stronger grasp of style, but as a reader good prose loses some of its magic.

pacing it out

many writers, myself included, rely on the tried and true “he bit the inside of his cheek” or other some such random action to help pace out dialogue. one time my thesis advisor sat me down and said “you’ve got to take all of those out.”

“all of them?” i said.

“all of them,” she said.

i thought, but that will weaken the text! it didn’t. once i cut what i came to call cheek-biter sentences i never went back. and now when i edit for other people i’m like, look i know where you’re coming from but just cut all these out and see how the scene stands. if it doesn’t feel right you can put some back in. a lot of times when you’re drafting you put those in the way some people say “um.” they’re just sentences you jot while you’re thinking of what the other character says, so from a writing perspective it seems like you’re pacing, but readers don’t read it that way. they just want to get to the next line of dialogue.

but sometimes you really do need to pace out a scene and i think there are other ways to do that that don’t rely on banal physical movements, such as:

interiority: a sentence or paragraph of relevant cognition, bonus points if you weave in background context. good interiority defines the voice of your writing.

observations: i know i just said description is overrated but idk sometimes you just need a character to note the back and forth clacking of one of those desk ball toy things.

character texture: maybe your character notes something about the person they’re talking to. a wilted pocket square. a mole that looks like it needs looked at by a dermatologist. a scar on their forehead. some detail that deepens or complicates our understanding of a character.

narratorial consciousness and access

this one is less a cheat and more a problematic opinion i have that doesn’t win me any popularity in writing circles.

i believe that if you’re writing in first person or close third or any narration which is dedicated to the mind of one character, you are only ever obligated to convey the experience of that character’s consciousness. and nothing else.

by that i mean, if your point of view character is unobservant? then they’re not going to even notice the flight attendant is missing one of their canine teeth. if your pov character is focused and obsessive, they’re going to think lavish, detailed paragraphs about that which they’re obsessed with and have no acknowledgement of the rest of the world. if your pov character has no understanding of time, does your story even need to be linear?

defining the scope of a narrator’s cognition early on can give you parameters in which to work. even if you don’t consciously do this, you still do it. if you write in third person limited present tense without really thinking about it, that’s your scope. i’m just pointing out you can choose to do it differently. you get to define your narrator.

whenever we talk about narration we also talk about information access and the order of information being revealed/conveyed. writing must always be in order; even if you’re writing multiple concurring things, it still has to be rendered on the page in order one after the next, because the human mind can’t read two sentences over top of one another.

if we’re restricted to the mind of a character, that means we’re also restricted by their knowledge and experiences, and this can be used to your benefit. i don’t want to take too much space for this but i do talk more about the relationship between narration and reality here.

in short, you the writer get to choose

what the reader knows,

in what order they know it, and

its relationship to the presumed real events of the story, which develops the (un)reliability of your narrator

okay going to cut this off now before i go on more rants about narrative scope. i hope you found this helpful and go on to put some of these nasty lifehacks in your own writing!!

#writing advice

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staarpiece-arts · 2 years

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Finally playing rf5 and the lag isn’t too bad but man the controls a rough they are not intuitive at all. I’ve already logged 30 hours in the game and I’m still not used to them. Other than that tho, I love it so far

#however. this is one game where I will complain abt graphics #just a little #mostly bc the world just feels so empty #like idc that much about the textures but like. give me more trees #a lot of the newer games ppl have been complaining abt graphics like Pokémon swsh and sospoot honestly don’t look bad at all #but this one is… rough

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Not an ask, just a brain worm I'd like to share. Monster!Konig being proud of his little wife makes me smile so much, but I just know for a fact that her abdomen and back must be so sore afterward. I love picturing monster!Konig being soft, awkwardly massaging his pets muscles and indulging in her whines for kisses. I can even see him being passively affectionate during a meeting, rubbing her shoulders and thighs, giving forehead kisses, all while sitting her on his tentacles, of course!

Can't have any other inferior monsters thinking they have a chance! But who can blame them for staring at her stunning body, so perfect and soft and all for Konig's enjoyment (and love, shh!) And Konig, being the bully he is just gloats and preens at his subordinates jealousy!

He will be so mean while showering you with praises and soft touches( it's honestly horrible, you can't even begin to imagine!! He will call you weak and fragile and soft and so pathetic under his touch, you're acting just like a human should, like his pretty pet, but he will be so so so rude! The only thing that truly helps you is the fact that while he is talking to you like you're nothing but his pet, he is truly soft in his actions! You're getting a nice massage for your belly, helping you get back in place with your sore muscles and barely moving legs. He will use whatever you want - heated pads for your tummy, maybe some ice for the sores and bruises you have, you just need to whine cute enough, and he is already here with everything you might need! You won't be left alone, as much as you hate leaving the comforts of your nest, he will drag you along just so you can sit on his lap like a good girl and eat sweet treats. Tentacles give the best massages, you can't convince be otherwise - Konig is not afraid of touching you softly while the meeting is going, he really needs you to relax and stop whining, your smell is driving every monster here crazy! They all want to touch you, but they can't, obviously, you belong to their colonel, his adorable breeder. Konig even uses those little scented melting was pieces to massage you - mostly for himself because he likes the texture and the smell, but you look so cute when you're meowing for him to be more firm!

#cod #yandere konig #konig x reader #konig #monster!konig #tw: monster fucking

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pinkthrone445 · 25 days

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-Abbott's house- Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fluff, funny, soft, hurt, smut

Warnings:Mention of weed, SMUT detailed

Summary:The district gives the school the idea of spending a month living together to strengthen bonds, you never thought that would change your relationship with some so much.

Enjoy you sinful souls 😈

Last weekend before the end of the month shared with your colleagues, last weekend of having to ignore the redhead, last weekend of avoiding situations and having to make arrangements so you don't feel uncomfortable being with her, last weekend of feeling like your heart was in a thousand pieces every time you remembered the humiliation in that game night.

Since it was the weekend, you had the opportunity to go out and go home for a few days before spending the last days of the week with the last activities with your classmates. You already had your car packed up and had started to leave and avoid being with Melissa, you felt like staying at home eating junk food, watching romantic movies and crying. But you didn't even make it two blocks from the house, that your car decided to stop working. After a lot of insults and trying to fix it by yourself, you decided to call the tow truck and go back to Abbott's house walking.

When you arrived there was no one there, many went to their homes for the weekend and the others went to a bar together. You tough it was a good idea sleeping somewhere else than in the same room as Melissa, so you sent a quick message to Janine letting her know that you would stay in her room so you wouldn't have to be alone with Mel, and you went to grab some clothes so you could change while you stayed there.

Honestly you were in a very bad mood, between your broken car and your broken heart, you were very upset, but help came to your hands when you opened your drawer to take out clothes and a box of chocolates was waiting for you. It was a box of marijuana chocolates that you usually ate when you were on your period so the cramps didn't hurt that much, but you had quite a few left over this time because Melissa had been helping in other ways.

Smiling, you took the box and ate two quietly while you looked at your cell phone waiting for them to take effect, after a few minutes, your body began to relax and your mind fell finally silent, your back felt lighter and your broken heart didn't feel so bad anymore. From one of your bags, you pulled out a bag of chips and started eating while choosing something to watch on your computer, feeling so much happier than before. The house and your mind were completely silent and that brought you much needed peace. You carefully took off some of your clothes while letting the movie play on the background and looking for clothes to take a relaxing bath, but you were distracted by feeling the texture of the different fabrics and garments, especially the ones that were softer.

After spending a lot of time in it, in your jacket pocket you found a cigarette, you usually didn't smoke, in fact that cigar had ended there after you had gone out with Jacob for a few drinks and put his cigars in your pocket, but for some reason, now you really wanted to do it.

After playing for a few minutes with the cigarette in your hands, you closed the closet and went out onto the balcony with a lighter in hand. The movie was still playing in the background, but you had already stopped paying attention to it a long time ago. Carefully, you lit the cigarette and raised it to your lips, taking a long puff and closing your eyes, holding the smoke for a few seconds before releasing it into the cold night air. The effects of earlier marijuana were still having an strong effect on you, so the bitter taste of the cigarette was stronger, but that didn't stop you from finishing it.

Hunger attacked your body again so you decided to go back to the room for more snacks, but when you walked in, the redhead was there, sitting on your bed, hugging your pillow and staring into nothingness. You never heard when she came to the house. In silence you approached the bed to take your clothes and go to bathe, but your eyes wandered to the box of chocolates, and suddenly you understood the silence and how lost the redhead was.

About half an hour ago, Mel had come home from the bar very sad because she missed you more than you knew. She was so sad thinking about you that she didn't thought that maybe you had come back to the house since your computer was on the bed, the only thing she noticed was the box of chocolates on your nightstand, chocolate that would help with her sadness or maybe if she ate them they would make you angrier with her and at least you would speak to her again at least to yell at her.

Melissa thought that you had managed to go home since the car wasn't at the door, it never occurred to her that maybe it had been tow truck and that you had stayed in the Abbott's house.

After eating 3 chocolates, she sat on your bed hugging your pillow and smelling your scent, until the marijuana took effect without her suspecting it. And that's how you found her when you came back to the room. Lost, staring into nothingness and hugging your pillow.

-"Melissa...Did you ate my chocolates?" - You sighed looking at her seriously. Melissa looked at you and nodded in embarrassment, but a small smile escaped her lips as you were at least talking to her-"How many did you eat?" - You asked again

-"Three... They were delicious, I don't regret anything..."- She wanted to comment defiantly but the effect of the chocolate made her very relaxed, which made her voice soft and cute

-"They had marijuana and I usually eat 2 at most because they're big, you ate 3...so maybe you'll start regretting it soon... From the way your pupils dilated, I'd say it's already taking effect" - You muttered and sat on her bed looking at her, as she was still sitting in front of you on your bed. The redhead turned slightly paler as she had been a little scared by what you told her, she had never used marijuana that way before-"Don't worry, even if you ate a lot, it's not enough to start feeling bad, you're only going to have a few hours of feeling very relaxed, very happy and with very little common sense, so just go with the flow and enjoy the trip" - You muttered and lay back on the bed on your side, looking at her

-"Why do you have those chocolates here? I didn't know you consume them" - she whispered, playing with the paper of the chocolates and looking at the box and its details

-"I don't eat them all the time, only when my cramps are very bad... That's why I bought them..."-You watched what she did, even though she had rejected you, it didn't mean that you stopped loving her or that you didn't care about her anymore. The light in the room gently hit her hair making it shine delicately, from consuming the chocolates, her eyes were a darker shade of green, but at the same time more crystalline and bright. Her body looked more relaxed, but her eyes hid sadness and you didn't know why

-"I'm hot" - she whispered and you nodded

-"You sure are" - You joked with a soft laugh-"It's normal... You can feel hot or cold, it's different for each person..."-You answered

-"What do you feel when you eat them?" - She asked curiously and got up from your bed to lie down in front of you in her own bed, also lying on her side, looking you in the face

-"Right now I feel relaxed, my head doesn't go as fast and I don't clench my jaw so much... Some senses are awakened while others are calmed... Earlier I was very hungry, do you feel hungry?" - You consulted looking into her eyes gawking, it felt nice to have her so close even though you weren't even touching each other. You missed her so much

-"No... Just hot, can we go together at the terrace? I don't want to go alone, but if you don't want to go, we can stay here"-Mel was whispering to you, as if it were a secret between you two. You nodded and walked with her to the terrace, breathing in the cool night air. Carefully you leaned against the rail, looking up at the sky, Mel took off her blouse in silence and you tried to stare at the floor so you wouldn't look at her breasts and bra on display

-"This is what I need it, fresh air... This is nice... It reminds me of the night we spent admiring the stars after skating on ice..."-she whispered and you nodded still trying to look at everything except her

-"It seems like so long ago...Everything changed"-You murmured

-"Yeah... I miss you" - The redhead murmured, and you looked up to look at her, straight in her eyes

-"You miss me as your friend?" - You asked, and she smiled sadly

-"I miss you as my everything... You were always there and suddenly you weren't, you leave a big emptiness..."-The redhead brushed your hand on the rail, then intertwined her pinky with yours and you let her

-"I miss you too..."-You whispered and looked back to the sky.

After a few minutes of silence, you felt Mel's body shiver with cold, squeezing your hand more firmly

-"We should go inside Mel, you might get sick" - Carefully you bent down to pick up her blouse and when you got up, you had Melissa face to face, so close that the air she breathed touched your lips

-"I really miss you" - she whispered over your lips. Even though your mind was screaming for you to get away, your body couldn't move an inch, you weren't even sure if you were blinking or breathing

-"Mel..."-You didn't even know what to say, but her name came from your lips like a prayer

-"I miss you every passing second" - she murmured again, brushing her lips against yours-"I don't want to lose you, I want you close... Don't run away from me... Please" - She whispered before kissing you, no matter how much something told you that this wasn't right, you didn't do anything to walk away, you just relaxed and decided to continue the kiss, dropping the blouse to the floor, you ran your hands down her neck until you reached the nape of her neck and grabbed her silky hair between your fingers. Melissa carefully took your waist, sticking your body to hers while kissing you.

Though your heart was racing a thousand miles an hour, your lips were soft and slow, remembering every movement and sound and etching it into your memory. Her lipstick stuck to you, giving the kiss a soft cherry flavor, her perfume entered through your nose reaching the depths of your being, her hands were soft but firm, sure about what they were doing. Her feet began to move, pushing you into the room and pressing you against the door. You lightly separated yourself from her by taking a deep breath, giving your lungs a break, they felt set on fire. The redhead had you trapped between her arms and the door, so you delicately turned to try and open the damn sliding door that got stuck every time you close it. Mel took this as an opportunity to press her chest into your back and kiss the soft junction of your neck and shoulder, causing a deep chill to run through your body and a soft moan to escape your lips. With the door finally open, the redhead grabbed your waist and guided you to her bed while still kissing and biting your neck, walking very slowly ans trying not to fall.

When you reached the bed, Mel took your waist and carefully turned you around so she could kiss your lips, she carefully pushed you making you sit on the bed without breaking the kiss and she sat on your lap, her breasts practically bounced in front of your face making you salivate

-"Kiss them" - The redhead ordered by tangling her hands in your hair, scratching the nape of your neck with her nails giving a pleasant burning. With trembling hands you peeled off her bra and let it fall to the floor, her breasts fell free in front of your view, you licked your lips before starting to give soft kisses on her neck, earning you a moan as a reward when your hands began to play softly with her breasts. Your full hand massaged her entire breast while you let her nipple be free between your thumb and index finger, little by little you were bringing those fingers together pinching and pressing her nipples on each hand, they were already hard and awake but as you squeezed them tighter, the redhead let out a moan of pain and pleasure and puffed out her chest silently asking for more.

Your lips left the kisses on her neck when her skin turned red, so you began to lower your kisses to her breasts, with one hand you squeezed it and guided it to your mouth while with your tongue you licked her nipple as if it were a lollipop. Then you started sucking it with your whole mouth, alternating with a few bites and licks. You repeated your same actions with her other breast until they were both hard and sensitive.

Melissa pushed your shoulders to make you lie flat and pulled your pants off in one hard swoop, let them pool on the floor

-"Take everything off princess" - She ordered and you nodded, seeing how she also began to peel off and take off the rest of her clothes, you tried to take off your clothes as quickly as possible so as not to miss a second the sight of that goddess undressing in front of you.

Her white skin contrasted sharply with her reddish hair, her green eyes were darker, almost black and didn't leave you for a second, her breathing was agitated like yours, her chest rose and fell in a heave and her curls jumped gently from the movement. Her body certainly wasn't that of a teenage girl, but she was still making you salivate like the last bottle of water in the desert or the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden.

Mel climbed onto the bed and sat on your hips kissing you gently as her hands caressed your face, it felt so sinful and so loving at the same time. You didn't know if it was the effects of chocolate, but every millimeter of your body felt awake and ready to feel her.

Your heart was beating so hard that it was the only thing you could hear besides Mel's heavy breathing, you were afraid it would escape from your chest.

The redhead, after kissing your lips until they were swollen and red, lowered her face to your crotch and stuck out her tongue, she traveled a wet path from your crotch through your stomach, your breasts, your neck and ending at your ear, then she went over that path with kisses, going down from your ear to your crotch.

You didn't know if this was all big hallucinations from eating the chocolate or if it was true, if it was true, you knew it was because she had also consumed chocolates and her boundaries had been loosened because of it. Should you stop her? Was this right if they were both on drugs? Why were you thinking about that instead of fully enjoying it? This was your dream come true, you had to concentrate on what you... Ohhhh

A scream came from your lips as Melissa began to pull your outer lips apart and then lick all over your entrance and clit, Your hands immediately went to her hair, grabbing it and pressing a little closer her face to your crotch. Melissa was making all the right movements, her tongue was spinning on your button, her saliva mixing with your juices, her nails scratching your legs, sucking your entrance every now and then while her nose pressed on your clit, but everything was so slow that it seemed like torture and wouldn't let you reach the place that you need it.

-"Melissa Please!!" - A frustrated scream left your mouth and the redhead laughed, lifting her head to see you, her chin full of your juices. She looked like a vision from heaven

-"I wanted to see how much you could take before you started crying" - She answered, and before you could think of a witty answer, the redhead inserted two of her fingers into you, immediately making you moan and squeeze your walls on her. She settled in so she could kiss you as her fingers moved in and out of you at a steady force, increasing the speed more and more. It was all too much, her kisses on your lips and neck, her fingers inside you, your dream coming true, the sounds of your juices every time she pumped into you. When her thumb started stroking your button, it was the straw that broke the camel's back, an animalistic scream, like something out of a porn movie, left your lips and your body began to tremble, trapping the redhead's fingers inside you for a few seconds while your walls contracted and you felt as if you touched the sky.

You didn't know how many seconds you were enjoying the afterglow, but the soft and tender kisses that the redhead gave over every inch of your face while with her fingers she peeled off some hairs from your sweaty forehead, made you return to reality

-"You okay hon?"-she whispered over your lips and you nodded smiling like a fool, caressing her waist-"Do you need anything?" - she asked again, noticing how gone you were

-"Sit on my face please" - You muttered in a raspy voice from shouting so much.

-"Honey, you can barely move... I'll crush you" - she commented and you shook your head. Your body wasn't fully responsive, but you didn't plan to end that night without trying her at least once

-"Sit, now"-You ordered by squeezing her waist making her feel chills and following your orders. For a long part of the night, Mel sat on your face, managing to come at least twice and then collapsing next to you and falling asleep cuddling with you.

The next morning the effects of the chocolate were completely gone and you had returned to your senses, maybe your memory was a little blurry but your body undoubtedly remembered each and every one of the details of last night.

The redhead was still asleep next to you and before you could think about how this would change your relationship with her and how you fucked up everything, someone knocked on the door of the room scaring you and waking the redhead up

-"We have stuff to do! Don't be late!" - Barbara's voice from the other side of the door made you blush excessively when you saw the state of nakedness her friend was in in front of you.

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heartfeltcierra · 1 year

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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt.3 Marine Edition (Issho, Koby, Smoker, and Garp)

AN- I've had so much fun making these! I hope you all enjoy

Masterlist

Characters- Fujitora, Koby, Smoker and Garp

(Find part one featuring Roger, Ace, Marco, Shanks and Doffy here)

(Find part two featuring Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bart, Sabo and Law here)

Warnings/Content- Some angst in Smokers, Garp's part is NSFW ;)

More under the cut :)

Issho (Fujitora)

💜-This man is such a gentle giant 🥹

💜- Since Issho is blind you try to gift him things that he can feel

💜- So when you decided to make him a bracelet, you made sure to use different shaped and different textured beads

“Y/N is that you?”

“Maybe~” You sit beside the large man and gently grab his hand “I have a surprise for you!”

“What’s this?” His fingers run over the soft threads of the bracelet you’ve placed on his wrist. “Did you make this?”

“I sure did!” You beam. “The base of the bracelet is a deep purple, so that it matches your outfit!”

“I see, any special reason why you made it my darling?”

“It’s just like the bracelet says.” Issho was confused at first but ran his fingers over the beads of the bracelet. His smile widens, feeling that the letters spell out I love you.

“I hope you don’t mind.” His large hands come up to cradle your face as his fingers trace over your nose, eyes and finally your lips. “Since I can’t see it, I want to feel the kind and beautiful smile of the woman I adore.”

(Issho can actually see the colorful hue of the bracelet thanks to the love and kindness you put into making it)

Koby

🌸💕- Koby was getting ready to go on his first overseas mission as a marine captain. Meaning he was going to be gone for a few months.

🌸💕- You knew he was going to miss you just as much as you were going to miss him, so you wanted to give him something that would remind him of you. Thus you made him a bracelet

🌸💕- When you gave it to him he turned into a absolute, blushing mess (He was internally giggling and kicking his feet)

🌸💕- As happy as he was to receive the bracelet, he felt bad knowing he didn’t have anything to give you

🌸💕- You assured him that it was okay, but seeing you walk away empty handed left a bad taste on his tongue

“Wait Y/N!” You turn around on the dock to see your boyfriend running towards you at full speed. “Koby?” You raise your brow as he tries to catch his breath.

“Please take this.” Koby’s pink hair falls against his forehead as he unties the bandanna wrapped around his head. “May I?” You smile and bring your hand up so he can wrap the colorful fabric around your wrist. “It’s not a bracelet, but you can at least wear it like one!”

“Captain, we got the go ahead from HQ!”

“Roger that.”

“You better get going captain.” You reach up and give him a kiss on his flushed cheek. “Come back to me, okay?”

“I promise I will.” Koby’s hand wraps around yours as he pulls you close to him. “Let me give you one more thing before I go….” Your eyes widen in shock, feeling his soft lips press against yours for the very first time.

You both pull back with embarrassment flooding your faces hearing the whistles and “Get it captain!” comments coming from the ship above you.

“I have to go now, love.” With a cherry red face he pulls you in for one last hug. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

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“Where did that come from?” Helmeppo confronted the blushing boy as soon as he stepped foot on the ship. “Did she cast some kind of love spell on that bracelet?”

“I don't know honestly.” Koby looks at the bracelet with a dopey smile plastering his face. “I love her so much.”

“I know that you love sick fool..... also why do you look like you're about to pass out?”

“Because I am.” With that his unsteady knees finally gave out, sending him straight to the deck.

Despite the fact it took him two hours to fully recuperate, he was still proud of himself for finally finding the courage to properly kiss you. (No bewitched bracelet required)

(Koby learnt a very valuable lesson that day. Love is a hurricane!! )

Smoker

💨- The second you gave him the bracelet he handed it back saying something like “I’m a grown man and I don’t wear silly little bracelets, go give it to Tashigi.”

💨- Definitely not the reaction you were hoping for AT ALL

💨- You grab that bracelet and leave his office, but not before bitterly saying “It won’t mean anything to her….”

Once Smoker finally got home it was already nearing midnight. He was making his way towards your shared bedroom when he noticed something colorful in the hallway trash can. He pulled it out and recognized it as the bracelet you tried to give him earlier.

“Fuck me.” What you said before you left his office finally made sense to him. Why would you give Tashigi a bracelet that had his and your relationship anniversary date on it? “How could I not remember that it was today?” Not only did he reject your gift, he also forgot today actually was your anniversary. Now he was feeling like an absolute asshole, but he’s dead set on making things right.

Smoker opens the door to your bedroom to find the comforter still in place. She’s not here. Then he checked the guest bedroom. Not there either. He was about to freak out thinking you had left, but remembered he had one more place to check.

He felt a wave of relief wash over him finding you fast asleep on the living room couch. But that relief quickly turns into heartbreak, seeing the balled up tissues scattered around your curled up body.

“Y/N..” There was no gruffness in the way your name left his lips. “I’m so sorry.” He brushes the stray hairs out of your face and notices the puffy ring of red around each of your eyes. “My sweet girl.” He thinks back to earlier that day, how you were happy and smiling. But he selfishly stole that from you. “I don’t deserve you at all.”

“Hell no you don’t.” You lift up from the couch and wack his hand away.

“You're awake??”

“Yeah, I have been the whole time..”

“Listen Y/N, I don’t have an excuse for my actions and I won’t make one.” Smoker sat down next to you on the couch and took your hand in his. “Just know I am sorry and I love you.”

“I thought you “wouldn’t wear a silly little bracelet” ?” You grab the bracelet on his hand with a quirked brow.

“Well I didn’t know my silly little woman made it for me.” He replies with a smirk. “But even if you didn't, I should have accepted it.”

“Yeah, but It’s in the past now.” You grab the blanket and place it back over your body. “I’m going to sleep, goodnight Smokey.”

“On the couch?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, I guess not.” You were hoping he’d pick you up bridal style and whisk you away to bed, but the big oaf just walked away. He never learns. “I’ll sleep right here then.” Surprised to hear his voice again, you turn around and see him throwing pillows and blankets on the floor

“I suppose you will.” You huff and close your eyes.

“Y/N.” You hum in response “I think you dropped something on the floor.”

“Dropped wha-.”

“I may have lost track of time and forgot today was our anniversary.” You lift up from the couch in complete shock seeing the ring Smoker held in his hand. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have anything planned for our anniversary.” You could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Will you marry me Y/N?”

“You jerk…” You hold your left hand up, letting him slide the ring over your finger. “Of course I will.” You jump down from the couch and tackle Smoker to the floor as you cry tears of joy. “I'm still mad at you, but I’m also really happy.” You pull away and look to see Smoker also has tears of his own forming.

“Babygirl I’m happy too and all, but...” His voice strains as if he were in pain. “Your knee.”

“What about my knee?” You look down and see he wasn’t crying for the reason you originally thought. “Oops.” During the process of jumping your now fiancée, your knee had unfortunately landed on his privates. “Honey I am so sorry!”

“It’s okay.” You could tell he was holding back a scream. “I deserved it anyway.”

“Drop the Mr. Tough guy act.” You roll your eyes. “Want me to go get a frozen bag of peas or something?”

"........"

"......."

“Please.”

(Smoker may have lost his ability to have kids, but it was worth seeing you fawn over your engagement ring.)

Garp (NSFW)

💥- Despite your relationship with Garp being a secret (For.... special reasons) he’s all the time sneaking you small trinkets or leaving you a stack of his rice crackers on your desk.

💥-He can't help himself, he just loves giving you things. (At one point he even tried to steal Sengoku's goat for you because you said it was cute💀)

💥- But you wanted to return the favor and what better way than with something handmade

“Garp, can I come in sir.” You knock on his office door before reviving a gruff come in. “I have something for you.”

“Is that my Y/N?" His rough tone softens seeing you standing at his door. “Don’t just stand there, come here.” He said while patting his lap.

“Isn’t that a bad idea considering we’re both at work?” Your cheeks heat up at his nonchalant invite . “What if you know who sees me, he’d kill me for sure!”

“Honestly, I hope that bastard walks in here one of these days.” Garp smirks before giving you a serious look. “And you know I wouldn’t let him harm a hair on your head, right?”

“I know.”

"Good, so come here."

“I guess it won’t hurt, but only for a little while.” You sigh before crawling into the large mans lap.

“Atta girl.” Garps arms wrap around your back, pulling you further into his embrace. “So what did you have for me?”

“I can’t give it to you smother me to death!” You voice strains as you lightly smack his broad chest.

“Oops, sorry.” He pulls away letting you get some much needed air. “You okay down there?”

“Yeah.” You nod your head as you grab the bracelet from your pocket. “Hand please.” Garp holds his hand out, letting you slip the bracelet over his large hand.

“Well, would you look at that?” The older man studies the bracelet with a fond smile. “What a sweet girl, making an old man like me something so pretty.”

“You're all the time doing things for me, so I wanted to show my appreciation and ” You reach up and give him a quick peck on the lips. “love~”

“Your love huh?” You didn't even get the chance to reply before the man had you pinned down face first on his desk. “In that case why don’t you show me just how much you love me?”

“Garp not here, we can’t!” It was to late, his hands had already ripped away both your uniform skirt and underwear.

“Why, worried about your daddy seeing you?” Garp mocks while landing a hard smack on your ass. “If anything you should worry about him hearing you.”

(Garp absolutely loved the bracelet you gifted him. But even with that being said, he may like the "gift" you're giving him right now a little bit better. Or maybe a lot more, because in his eyes there isn't anything he loves more than getting to fuck Akainu's precious daughter.)

AN- To all my Y/N's who read Garp's part, click me for a surprise

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sanjifucker42069 · 7 months

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Good Boy

It was a warm day on the Going Merry. It was mid-afternoon and you were alone on the ship, busying yourself by swabbing the deck. The rest of the crew was out on their own journeys, Nami and Usopp shopping, Sanji gathering supplies, and who honestly knew what Zoro and Luffy were up to. You hadn't felt like travelling, you were docked here for a few days, and you really wanted to just rest. But that was this morning, and now you were bored. You sighed, perhaps you should've planned something too.

"(Name)!" You spun around at the sound, seeing Luffy waving both arms at you. Beside him, Sanji carried boxes of supplies. Your eyes softened. Moving to the gangplank you wave back at the boys.

"Ahoy Captain!" You joked, eyes shifting to Sanji and winking. "And ahoy handsome chef. What brings you to my ship?"

Sanji softly smiled at your antics, whilst Luffy boarded the ship excited. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Luffy grinned, grabbing your shoulders. You laughed.

"So no hat?" You joked. Luffy shook his head.

"Where is everyone?"

"You two are the first ones back." You shrugged, turning to Sanji. "Can I help ease your burden there, Sanji? That's a lot of stuff."

The man huffed humorously, jostling the boxes in his hands to be more comfortable as his long legs boarded the ship. He shot you a lopsided grin. "And subject a pretty lady to manual labour? I don't think so."

You giggled. Damn that man and his charisma. Luffy buzzed with excitement next to you. "You all good there? Did you eat a hive of bees before you got here?"

Luffy ignored you, instead badgering Sanji. "Can we give it to her now, Sanji? Please?"

Give you what? You cocked your head, confused at your fellow pirates' attitude. You shot a look at the chef, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged.

"I suppose so."

"Yeah!" Luffy pulled something from his best, handing it to you. "(Name), we got you something. Look, look! Isn't it cool?"

You gasped. A book. It was a modest size, covered in a gorgeous (colour) cover. You ran your fingers over the cover, feeling its coarseness. Eagerly you untied the side tie. The paper inside was gorgeous, a creamy ivory paper with a thickness that made you excited at its possibility. It was lightly textured, perfect for any kind of medium. Truly a beautiful sketchbook. You fawned over it. How did they know? You'd tried to not let it show that you were almost through your current sketchbook. You forced your eyes to acknowledge the two, happiness swelling in your chest.

"Ah Luffy it's perfect! You're such a good boy!" You praised, cradling the book to your chest. You quickly drew the captain into a bear hug. Luffy laughed, scratching the back of his neck. Beside him, Sanji pouted.

"It's no big deal (name), we can't fulfil your dream if we don't have something to draw in!"

"I helped too love." You heard Sanji flirt. He was just joking, well, half-joking. Well, no, if he was honest he really wanted a hug. But he couldn't just outright ask for a hug that wouldn't look cool. So he tried to hint lightheartedly. It didn't bother him too much when he noticed you roll your eyes, chuckling.

It did, however, bother him when he saw you turn your body to him. He didn't really think you'd acknowledge his flirtations, so when you outstretched your arms and pulled the tall man into a surprisingly strong hug, he blanked.

Oh.

The hug was warm, firm, and he could feel all of you against him. You smelt so good, smiling of sea air, soap, and something uniquely you.

"Well thank you too." You laughed, squeezing him for emphasis. "You're also a very good boy."

Oh!

Good boy. Sanji really didn't want to admit how much he liked that. Neither did he really want to unpack all that. He didn't want you to catch on to just how much he liked that, so he quickly squeezed you back before pulling you back to arms length. You stared up at him confused. You heard him clear his throat. Sensing his discomfort you let go, patting his shoulder. Any hurt you may have felt you covered up with a bright smile, clutching the sketchbook to your chest.

"I'm gonna start sketching immediately!" Before Sanji could respond, you were retreating back to the girls' room, keen to get to work.

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It was a cool night. Sanji was lying in his hammock, sleep evading him. The thin cotton blanket resting over his chest. Beside him, he heard Zoro's annoying snoring, Luffy to his right muttering something about meat between snores. The nose symphony slowly chipping away at his sanity. At least Usopp was quiet, he supposed. He wondered if the girls' had to put up with this. His mind wandered, what were you up to? Were you sleeping away without a care, or were you possibly scribbling away in that little book? Sanji sighed. He wondered what you drew, you always seemed so at peace. Sanji considered getting you another one, even if it was mainly to hear your praises. Gods, he'd do anything if he could please you.

"Good boy." Sanji breathed. You were going to be the death of him. He felt his heart flutter. Yeah, he guessed he probably was whipped for you. He let his mind wander. What if he fully hugged back? Would you reciprocate? Would you kiss his cheek? He felt himself flush. He could imagine how soft your lips would be, how you'd pull back with that sweet smile. If he was lucky maybe he could-

SNOOOOOOOOOOORE!

Sanji felt a growl bubble in his throat. He couldn't thrive in these conditions. Savages, having no respect for romance. Swinging his legs over the roped edge, he jumped out of the hammock, stalking his way out of the guys' quarters.

Instantly, he was hit with the cool night air. If he wasn't awake before, he was now. He lazily wandered along the deck, supposing he should probably rearrange the pantry for the ninth time if he was awake. Bare feet padding along the hard wood, he inhaled deeply, the salty sting of the sea invading his nostrils. Nearing the galley he saw it. A light at the front of the boat? Confused and intrigued he crept closer. Who the hell would be up at the hour? And then he saw it.

You wrapped up in a blanket, scribbling away in your old sketchbook. Sanji felt a soft smile creep up. You looked so cute, periodically looking up to study the scene in front of you. He felt like swooning, the way the moonlight kissed your hair, the way you seemed to sparkle, a gem in the cold night.

"What are you doing up sweetheart?" He mused, secretly relishing in how you jumped. You clutched the book to your chest, exhaling deeply as a grin formed. You whipped your head to meet the handsome chef.

"Sanji, you scared me! I'm drawing the moon. It's so pretty tonight." Your grin made him flustered. "Why are you up?"

"My bunkmates are bad for my beauty sleep." He feigned annoyance. You laughed.

"Yeah sure, like you need beauty sleep." He felt his stomach do somersaults. You opened the blanket, tapping the wood next to you. "Got a seat right here. Surely you must be cold?"

Sanji wasn't. It was a pleasant night. However, he'd be an idiot to pass up such an opportunity. He settled down next to you. You drew him in, settling the blanket around his shoulders, dragging him further against you, giggling as you went.

"Comfy?" You asked once he stopped squirming. Sanji was hyper aware of your thighs touching, you leaning into his side.

"Yeah." He breathed out. He felt his nerves buzzing, watching as you all but snuggled into him. He needed to calm down. "You like the sketchbook?"

"Love it." You beamed up at him, turning back to scribble marks down. Sanji felt his heart swell. "It's got such nice quality paper. Where did you even find such a thing?"

"Markets. Looked like it had your name on it. Luffy wanted to get you this one that was huge, but you like thicker pages, so this one just seemed like a good fit. 'Sides, I'm sure you've finished your last one."

Sanji's breath hitched as you leant your head on his shoulder, arm gripping his. "You remembered that? Gods you're good to me."

"Only you love." He managed to choke out without sounding too flustered, adding a wink to further sell the facade. You giggled. "What have you got in there anyway?"

"Oh! You wanna see?" You sounded shy, looking up at him. Sanji nodded. You offered him the older sketchbook, apprehension clear on your face. Sanji began thumbing through the paper. "I know its not brilliant but-"

"Darlin' these are stunning." He praised, tracing an intricate sketch of Merry with his fingers. You beamed next to him when you couldn't detect a lie, a blush forming on your chubby cheeks. Sanji stared at the pages, in awe at your skill.

There were sketches of the others, one of Usopp holding a mop, a detailed one of Zoro napping. His eyes caught a particularly beautiful portrait of Nami against the tangerines. He gasped. You'd captured her beauty expertly. He turned the page, there was a spread of sketches of his crewmates, of Luffy and Usopp playing on the deck, sketches of Nami plotting her maps at the galley table, even a few of Zoro exercising. He felt a frown form. There were none of him. He didn't mean to feel so selfish, but you'd captured the crew with such liveliness and love. He certainly didn't realise you had been studying his face intently.

"What's wrong?"

Sanji sighed, realising he'd been caught. He figured he'd broach the subject with humour. Plastering a fake smirk on his face he turned his attention to you. "These are incredible (Name), they look great, but am I not model material?"

You extricated yourself from your hold against him, getting to your feet. Sanji immediately felt disappointed by the loss of touch. "Wait here." Your voice was shaky.

Sanji sighed sadly, he shouldn't have said that. Instead he did as he was told, waiting patiently for your return. You must have been gone five minutes, five aching minutes for him to consider his mistake. When you returned you were holding something behind your back, looking visibly uncomfortable. Sanji raised a brow.

"Love I didn't mean you had to paint a portrait of me now." He laughed softly. You thrust a book in his face, eyes scrunched shut. He delicately tried to take the book but you didn't budge.

"Promise you won't laugh?" You asked shyly, peeking open one eye. Sanji frowned. He'd never laugh at you. He nodded. You relaxed your shoulders, agreeingly giving him the book. He was going to open the book but he took in the way you fidgeted in front of him.

"You not gonna sit back down?" You shook your head, not trusting your voice. He sighed. With no hesitation this time he opened the book.

Oh.

The first used page he came across were small sketches of him working in the kitchen. There must have been four or five small, quick drawings, but that was unmistakably him. In awe, he turned the page, greeted once again by drawings of him, bigger this time. You'd sketched his face while he was cooking, clearly oblivious to your staring. He felt himself freeze. That was him. It was clear there was a lot of time put into this. Just how long were you staring at him? He thought you were drawing the food, not him! He felt himself blush, embarrassed by the revelation. Keen to see more he continued through the book, seeing sketches of only him. You'd sketched his hands, his eyes, so many little drawings of his face. There were even sketches from his sparring sessions on the deck. These. These were all him? He felt a bit lightheaded. When he made it to the last used page he stopped. There was a rather intricate drawing of him smoking, leaning over the Merry's bannister. It left him breathless. There was so much detail.

"Uh." Was all he managed to force out.

You blanched. "Oh! I'm sorry, I've weirded you out. I..." He saw you reach out to take the book back, his grip tightening.

"I like drawing you, wanna make sure I get your features right." You muttered. Sanji tore his face away from the page when he heard you take a shaky breath in. He looked up and jolted at the tears in your eyes.

"(Name), I-"

"I'm sorry. It's really creepy right? I'll stop, I promise."

"These are all me?" He managed dumbly. You cringed. He felt his heart thumping loudly.

"Yeah...That's your book."

"Do the others?"

You shook your head, tears starting to fall. "Just you. It's weird, I know-"

"I love it." He breathed out.

"What?"

Sanji stared up at you, closing the book with care, and setting it to the side. He grabbed your trembling hands, trying to coax you down to his level. You followed, dropping to your knees.

"It's beautiful love. You've made me look beautiful."

"You are beautiful." You muttered.

Sanji couldn't take it anymore, he pulled you flush against him. You squeaked, falling into his chest. His arms came up to hug you tightly.

"I'm the luckiest man in all the seas." He smiled. That managed a laugh out of you. You peeked up at him, eyes wide and cheeks tear-stained. "I was really jealous when I saw you drew everyone else. Don't know how I never caught you drawing me."

"I'm sneaky." You joked, earning a laugh. You snuggled against him.

"Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes shot back up to him, choking on your own spit, all you could manage was a a strangled, "What?"

"Wanna reward my little artist. So can I kiss you?" Sanji spoke as if he was talking about the weather. You nodded dumbly.

Wasting absolutely no time, Sanji caressed your face, softly. He started softly, before crushing his lips to yours. You squeaked happily, moving to try and get closer. Your lips moved in tandem, sharing kiss after kiss. You felt electricity shudder down your spine, sweet sighs escaping. Sanji felt like he was on cloud nine, committing all of you to memory, tracing your lips as if he needed to map it to mind.

Unfortunately you needed to breathe, and you pulled back, eyes sparkling. You panted lightly, trying desperately to catch your breath. Sanji took in how flushed you look, lips swollen from his attack. You were grinning wildly at him.

"Wow." You breathed. Sanji laughed. "You're really good."

Sanji mulled over your words for a second, before throwing caution to the wind. Fuck it, he got to kiss you, he supposed anything else right now was a bonus. "Am I your good boy?"

What Sanji didn't take into account is how his flirty demeanour can come across as purely teasing. You groaned beneath him. Sanji got his hopes up at the sound. but you pointedly looked away.

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, it seemed funny at the time."

Sanji's heart fell out of his ass. Ow. But you had kissed him?

"I'm not?"

"What?" You looked at him inquisitively, taking in how hard he tried to hide his dejection behind that smile. You brightened, the puzzle clicking together. "Wait. You like that?"

"No!" Sanji lied. He didn't like the cheeky grin you were now sporting, it always spelt bad news for him.

"Oho I think you do. That's why you were being weird! You were jealous that I called Luffy a good boy?! I thought it was because I hugged you. You like me, that's so cute."

"You literally have a sketchbook dedicated to me."

You giggled. "No, we're past that. You like being called a good boy?"

"I like being called your good boy." He muttered. You giggled, causing him to further frown. Soon, he felt your soft hands on his cheeks.

"Ah, you really are so cute. My heart. Kiss me again good boy?"

"Stop teasing me." Sanji pouted, cheeks red. You laughed.

"Nuh-uh! You tease me constantly, I finally have some ammunition of my own! Wait until you have to put up with me calling you pretty boy."

You peppered his face with kisses before finally planting a smooch on his lips. Sanji grinned into the kiss, pulling you further into his lap. You nipped at his lower lip. He obliged, parting his lips for you to attack. Sanji sighed as you thrust your tongue into his mouth. Gods, he could die now and be happy.

You were in absolute heaven. If you'd known Sanji would be this receptive, you would have kissed him months ago. And his blush? Gods, you could grow addicted to flustering him. Pulling back with a wet smack, you stared down at him, taking in how beautiful he looked under you. With a delicate hand you lightly cradled his chin.

"Would you be a good boy and model for me someday?"

Sanji cocked an eyebrow. "We that far ahead are we?"

You laughed at his hidden meaning. "I meant just letting me draw you properly, but I wouldn't say no to staring at your naked body."

Sanji blushed, his ears burning and mind racing. He covered it up with a cough. "Are you going to be like that from now on? What happened to my cute little artist?"

Your grin was more of a smirk, Sanji mused. He liked when your mischievous side came out. The idea that this would be a regular occurrence made him dizzy. You kissed his cheek. "Now that I know you like me I have no need to be shy. You're stuck with me."

"And what a shame that is." Sanji smiled, resting his head on your shoulder. You laughed.

You really could get used to this.

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