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alexcutecolly · 2 months

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i started feeling better but now i have a cold n it sucks!! but happy to hear you’re doing better n not so stressed!! uuu I would love some healing time napping in there while he goes about his day or sleeping while laying on his belly with no one else knowing! were small enough that no one would probably see us in him anyway but his uniform is also rly big so there’s no worries and we’re all his ❤️

intestines in safe stuff are super underrated to me cuz its like the same nice pressure of being swallowed but way way longer and v.olo can talk during this one! n he could say how much he trusts us to go into a sensitive spot like that and how he loves the feeling and rubs where we are sometimes tracing our path into his lower belly uuuuu I want him to rly enjoy us in there!!

I wanna be teleported out before it gets to the weird point but theres hours of time before that happrns cuz its slow and long and its so relaxing being gently squeezed around deep in him and knowing its totally safe for us and rly enjoyable for him >w<

uuu hed be surprised how much he likes us in there when we get swallowed the first time! and when we calm down a little bit and get used to where we are n what happened we see its kinda nice in here and V.olo gently presses on his stomach to see if were ok and uuuuu he’s so kind with us!! ❤️

omg yes we spend so much free time just talking and relaxing with him and his team and our mons can play together!! n maybe V.olo holds on to our po.keba.lls and takes care of our team while were in his belly so they get to know him and its like one big happy group!! a pile of us and him and both our mons while we relax and chat abiut ruins after we’re let out and unshrunk sounds like alot of fun too!

if thats what happens then m.erman v.olo would be super fun to journey with! its like we have a warm personal pool in there safe from cold water and deep ocean pressure and we get to look at what he found later and he gets a partner to talk to and not be alone!! hed ask if we wanna join him to look for artefacts and when we say yes hed get us in his mouth with a quick HOMF and swallow us right down so excitedly cuz he loves spending time with us! omg youre right he’d be so pretty with golden scales!! theyd be rly pretty with his grey eyes

Halfsize is so special to me omg!! It’s a lot more effort for him but that means finally getting us down is way more satisfying for him too!! uuuu licking his lips and telling us how pleasantly full he is now and massaging our spot a little as soon as were all the way inside his first stomach just so it’s a little extra comfy for both us and him while he waits uuuuu >w< that sounds rly cute btw id love to hear him humming happily from our new spot in him! We could probably feel him humming and sighing all pleased with this too! uuu him snoozing with a hand over his belly or reading a book until we finally get squished into his tail stomach with a sigh of happiness from him is good too cause he had to work alot to get us down and that has to make him sleepy. and it’s a good thing he’d be solitary cuz then he doesn’t have to get interrupted while he’s enjoying his full belly of his favorite human ❤️ and we get to be in there a long while too getting rested on and rubbed at and a little kiss!!!! >w<

omg omg I’m super duper excited for the new game!! X./Y left a lot of things open and not quite done n the sta.rters didnt get m.egas but this feels like its gonna give it the fixes it needs!! and its a l.egends game and theyre taking their time for it so I’m already rly excited!

- v.olo uwu

I'm alive! Sorry this is a bit late but my mood dropped like crazy this past week 😞 I'm glad to hear you've been doing better! Cold sucks so bad though, hopefully it went away in the meantime! 🥺

Mmmmm I agree! We could totally stay in his belly to heal as he does his errands or takes a nap, it'd be very relaxing and we'd all benefit from it! And it's true, his G.inkgo G.uild uniform can definitely hide us away since it's so cozy and large x3 we're absolutely pretty tiny too, we'd be undetectable basically all the time xD

Ngl, intestines stuff are definitely underrated in vore. Personally I love the thought of travelling through the long tunnel of the small intestine, surrounded by all the villi 🥺👉👈 I'm a big endosoma fan, and simply the idea of exploring someone else's digestive track even on deeper levels makes me very happy xD

So I wouldn't mind if we did this with V.olo's permission lol, he'd probably find it soothing and rub our spot a lot along our way x3 also yeah we'd teleport out before the weird point, but I think being in his intestine would be something very cute, and the squeezing would feel like a hug from him! ❤️

Yeah, his first time eating us would be a bit confusing at the start but then we'd all find ourselves kinda comfortable in the situation 🥺💕 he'd stroke his stomach to reassure us that everything is fine, and that we're perfectly safe inside of him! He's really a kind soul 🥺❤️

Oh I like the idea! We could chill in his belly, maybe to rest after a long day, while he takes care of our p.okemon team as well! They could all play together, he'd give them treats and pets and then the cuddle pile begins xD We'd definitely introduce him to our mons before he eats though, I imagine them going full protective mode if they saw him swallow us down with no context at all xDD and it'd be always lovely to hear him discuss ruins and ancient myths, especially when our beloved p.okemon are there with us!

Omg, now that I think about it, both m.erman!V.olo and n.aga!V.olo sound a bit lonely ;-; the former would be more curious and eager to show us the ancient artefacts he gathered from the bottom of the sea, and take us with him as he talks about them and looks for more 🥺 he knows a good way to keep up safe as he swims underwater, and omgggg, the NOMF as he sends us down would be so adorable!!!

While n.aga!V.olo would relish in spending most of his days on his own, maybe in his cave, if he shared his time and space with us it'd mean we're very special to him! ❤️ Half-sized vore works wonders here, I appreciate when a pred takes longer than usual to gulp down their prey x3 and I bet he'd be so satisfied after we fill his belly! ❤️ He'd definitely lick his lips and he curls up in his coils xD

I imagine he'd be able to send us in his second stomach immediately, but he takes his time to enjoy us in first belly too xD so he doubles the time we get to spend inside of him, hehehe x3 and I bet we'd have even more of his attention, once we've settled in his tail, with all the rubs, the hums and the kisses! x3 that's most likely his favorite spot for us to be, since we're his favorite human 🥺❤️ and we're 100% not coming out for a while xD ❤️ (Mmmmm, I'm definitely not thinking of writing some n.aga!V.olo vore AU rn now, lmao xD)

Oh I had no idea! :O I've only heard people say X./Y are among the worst p.kmn games, I'd love to see what they're gonna include in this new L.egends game! I'm actually intrigued! Plus I liked the combat style and the different gameplay from L.egends: A.rceus, so I can't wait!

#i'm really sorry for making you wait dear anon #i loved this ask and i'm glad we agree on basically everything we've said hehe #i hope you've been doing well in these past few days! i'm sending you hugs and positive energy if you didn't 💕#i love n.aga!v.olo so much now lmao #i think he'd be a little possessive over us and i'm all over it 🥺🥺❤️❤️#he'd be like “you're so nice to me. you know what. i'm keeping you” and then he eats us xD #mmmmmm... n.aga!v.olo brainrot......#thank you for sharing your wonderful ideas again dear v.olo uwu anon!! i appreciate it!!#safe vore #g/t vore #half size vore #endosoma #intestines #v.olo uwu anon #n.aga!volo #m.erman!v.olo #v.olo vore rambles #v0re #my asks

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torao-chan · 7 months

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i love my queue asdlkjkglfsg

#its like #im knee deep in an obsession and i can see it in my queue. like a tsunami just. pulled back #im watching the tide recede further and further away #im already knee deep in this ocean and this water bouta hit you all once the last of the tide disappears aslkjgfdskfgl #jk itll come at the same rate it usually does but also like #90% of my queue is just one fandom again @w@ and its gonna emerge sooner or later #man i just #i love my queue #i can thro a thousand posts in there and my hyperfocus doesn't bother anyone else outside of the normal amount #lets me be a lil crazy for a bit without bothering ppl #and i appreciate that uwu #tags

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yukikorogashi · 2 years

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@pwophet asked: * picks her up in a Big Hug :D *

A SHRILL CRY OF SURPRISE would leave her at the sudden appearance and embrace from the other. Giving a few futile wiggles (And even a few kicks of her feet), before eventually simmering down upon seeing just who it was. Still humorously held a few feet off the ground, like she weighed absolutely nothing to them. So would she take a moment to look down between the arms still wounded around her, and that ever GRINNING VISAGE of theirs. Just as PEPPY as the last time she had seen them, which-- truth be told, was actually quite some time now!

“Ohmahgosh-- ya-- ya scared me thar...” She would finally say, exhaling loudly, as she gave another wiggle then. Finding herself contemplating what should be the most obvious thing to ask of them then, as she gave them a weak, awkward little smile back, “... Hey uh... Can-- Can ya put me down?”

For as... odd-- if not OFF-- as they were, receiving and giving hugs is something the little one wouldn’t mind then. And so, when her arms were finally freed (Which also took way more effort and persistence than she should have needed), Itsuki would reach out to hug them back. And while it wasn’t as big and strong a squeeze as the one that they had given her, it was still a warm and secure one, nonetheless. “It’s... good ta see ya!”

#pwophet #❄️ ASKS ❄️#(LOL WRITING UNCERTAIN ITSUKI IS ALWAYS SOMETHING AUWHEUAWHE)#(BUT TY FOR THIS)#(WE BOTH DIDNT EXPECT IT BUT WE APPRECIATE IT uwu)#(AT LEAST I DO AHEUAHUE)#(Thank you again for popping into my inbox you know I always appreciate it 🥺❤️)#❄️ SOMETIMES it SNOWS in APRIL ;; DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE VERSE ❄️

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bowieandqueen11 · 7 months

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Sanji With A Clingy Reader Would Include...

Request: OH BABY telling about one piece is like unlocking a whole second heart of mine i have fully for that anime and manga and live action. and so, if you ever decided of course, you writing something similar to something you did on marvel once and sanji with reader that has no personal space and is touchy would be amazing. but also... kissing zoro is great to, if you ever decided? anyway! HOPE YOU LOVE IT (one piece i mean), and if not ignore me UwU

Ooh yess babes this is so SWEET!! :3 I LOVED IT omg hello to my latest obsession not me ordering the first collection of the manga

This was really sweet and fun to do, but I did stay up all night writing it so all comments are much appreciated!

Warning: slightly spicy, some mentions of fighting!

(I do not own One Piece or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @fanpageknight.)

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Look at this man. Seriously, look at this man with his little bottom lip bite and eyes like the sun shines heavily out of them and tell me he would be anything less than absolutely madly, heart wrenchingly, soul crushingly enthralled with a clingy reader??? That's right you can't take the l on this one.

It all started that day when the three of you ended up shipwrecked on that sad sack excuse of a rock. When you and Sanji huddled on one side of the forsaken isle to stay away from the terrifying Pirate Zeff. His hands had shaken as he drew them up to his chest, but he mustered the nerves to string open the sack Zeff had thrown at his feet. Once he had counted out the cans, he offered all the food to you.

He wanted you to stay alive far more than himself. Ever since you had landed on his ship he had been smitten, and his weary heart would beat its last under this smothering sun as long as you would live on for the both of them.

To keep him calm: to stop his gasping, tortured heaves as he tried his best not to writhe in panic at the thought of never stepping back on safe land again, you would spent most of those 85 days sitting over the cragged edges. Sanji couldn't tear his eyes away from peering down at the gushing shards of stone below that seemed to rip up in tides and tear for his swinging feet; to try and distract him from sniffling any longer, your hand would tentatively creep over the rock until it landed flatly, and unceremoniously on top of his own. His fingers flexed beneath your own, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he folded them upwards, giving your hand a shaking squeeze: a dutiful promise, a flitting confession of love, that you just happened not to feel in your ruminations of the circumstances.

In fact, he asked you that night, in an uncharacteristically quiet and bashful voice, if you would keep his nightmares away by holding him like his mother used to. You felt terrible: you were so stunned that for a moment you stood with the last piece of mouldy bread you had in your hand in shocked silence. Poor Sanji thought you were about to reject him outright: throw what little he had left of his heart - that he had so carefully lifted out and placed in his hands to offer to you, only to have it thrown back to his feet in the usual ridicule he got for his love. His bottom lip began to tremble, until you nearly knocked him onto his bottom with how fast you dropped everything and flew over to lock him in a tight hug, not minding the fact that your shoulder was growing wetter and wetter despite the brewing rain each time Sanji buried his snivelling head against it.

So you would let him rest safely in the bracket of your arms: his left cheek resting in the warm stretch between your collar bone and your neck, his right hand draped leisurely around your waist as you told him stories of pirates and treasure: of the Deep Blue and tropical fish that shone like bursts of fragmented starlight every time their fins graced the water. Although he would groan any time you removed your hand from where you were stroking the wet strands of his hair back from his forehead, it was quickly replaced with wonderment as you would point up at a cluster of stars and whisper excitedly: 'look, there's some now!'

He had never been afraid of nights ever since that moment, not when the stars were still out and he could trace with the butt of his cigarettes the fish you had drawn specially for him in the skies. It was like a secret message: a lover's reminder that he was never alone. That you were always with him. That your beauty - your light, it shone everywhere, no matter where he was.

It was the first time he had kissed you, two forgotten children lost underneath the dripping crevice of your little hideaway. As your belly began to rise and fall underneath his elbow, and he believed you had exhausted yourself out after trying to make him feel better, he dared to dart up from your shoulder and press his lips firmly against your cheek. It had been quick, almost gliding past time like a dolphin leaping up out of the water, but it had meant so much to him that he curled up into a ball in your side and flushed a bright cerise, having to shove his fist into his mouth to stop his manic giggling from waking you up.

But you weren't asleep, and as Sanji settled back into your neck with a smile bright enough to rival the shine of buttercup petals, you swore as he began to drift off in the first peaceful dream he had had in years that one day you would return the favour, but in full.

The two of you were thick as thieves growing up, to the point where Zeff became so distracted by your antics that he often tried to separate the two of you by making you work the floor and Sanji either in the kitchens, or off fishing at the docks. Ten seconds later though, he'd be kicking through the kitchen doors again to find you leaning on the kitchen counter next to an eager faced Sanji, whose to busy to register Zeff's shouting. Instead he places the spoon to your lips, having spent half of lunch service prep cooking you a brand new recipe he had spent the whole night creating out of a medley of your favourite foods. He subconsciously licks his bottom lip, the tension in the room felt by the other chefs who try to carry on washing pans and cutting vegetables enough to put everyone on edge as Sanji refused to look anywhere but your lips. Holding his hand under your chin, his dipped eyes were broken by a sudden grin as a loud 'mmhhh' left your mouth and you chewed in sweet bliss.

Still ignoring Zeff's increasingly erratic rant, as Sanji goes to start cleaning up his pan you slide down to stand behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around your back and jutting your chin into his shoulder blade like a baby koala. You can tell he's laughing silently by the way his shoulders shake against you, but all he does is pull up your hand from his belly button to press sweet, dainty kisses up and down the lengths of your fingers, before dropping it down to press your palm flatly against his heart.

'I think that might be your greatest dish yet, buttercup!'

'From you, that means everything my precious heart.'

'Why do you call me that?', you murmur, refusing to lift your lips from his shirt.

'Well my sweet love, why do you call me buttercup? I mean, I always know I smell of butter and the likes-'.

He's distracted by your snort against the side of his neck, but the two of you are too love-strikingly embarrassed to say anything again. Even if neither of you could see the warm peach rushing up both your cheeks, Zeff could. He could also hear the padding thuds of Sanji's heart as he gripped his fingers that almost imperceptibly bit tighter around your hand, and he found himself sighing at how oblivious you two idiots were.

Sanji is definitely just as clingy as you, if not more so. You've definitely met your match in this man. I mean, any time you're out on the floor, handing out bread to tables and scanning the room to check if there were any patrons you may have to throw out by the scuff of their collars later, his eyes are trained on yours. He leans against the banisters, not even trying to remotely hide how obviously he's tracing your path with a dumbstruck, lit up smile. If you're in the kitchens, desperately trying to bite your tongue and not tear Zeff a new one as he chops his hands together and rushes you to plate up? He's sliding up to your side in an instant, throwing scathing looks at the man while trying to help you spoon thyme onto your bass, nuzzling the side of his head into yours encouragingly. If you have any free time at all? Sanji is fast on your heels, darting after you like someone's firing shots at his dress shoes, as if you have his heart tied to a string on your wrist as he seeks out whatever nook you're going to relax in. It doesn't matter if you're at the bar, watching the docks, or trying to hide from Zeff in one of the cupboards in the pantry: Sanji is squatting down and grunting as he shoves himself in right next to you. He sits criss cross, only satisfied when at least one of his knees is resting heavily over yours, and he has full access to watch what you're reading over the side of your neck.

He only fully settles, though, if you touch him in some way. He genuinely will begin mewling once your hand reaches over to brush your knuckles over his jawline, or your hand finds itself guided to bunch itself up in his hair. One time, he guided your hand into his lap, and you began to absentmindedly stroke your pointer finger along the seam of his inner thigh. Thank goodness you had your head buried in a book one of the pirate crews had come to swap some dried meats with you for, because it took every muscle in Sanji's body twitching: every finger clenching and unclenching into his knee until he drew blood not to knock you flat right there and then and kiss you like there was no tomorrow.

He gets a MASSIVE nosebleed - so gushing, in fact, that he tries to reassure you he's fine as you hold him by the elbows and lead his tilted back head and pinched nose down to Zeff for some help.

It becomes a very major recurring issue every time he looks at you. He makes sure to carry a handkerchief in his breast pocket from then on.

God, if he didn't love you more than anything in all the seas. If you weren't the only one that he let see past his charming nature: if you weren't the only person left in his life that truly could recognise the young boy left in his eyes, in his gait, in his smile, in his dreams. That little kid on that great big ship, the one who had found you stowed away behind one of the barrels of rum, and instead of calling for the crew had taken your trembling hand and led you into the kitchens, introducing you as his newest sous chef. That same kid, who stood beside you and held your hand so gently, so heartbreakingly gently under his as he guided you through lessons of chopping onions and sautéing garlic, breaking out into long strings of rushed, praising French every time you got it right. The same one, who would frown as if he were the one who had been hurt any time you burnt your hands or sliced your fingers. Who would unravel the knot at the back of his apron, and tug it over his head to carefully place it over yours.

'This always brings me luck', he would say as his fingers daintily tucked the strings underneath your shirt collar. 'But I don't need it anymore, because you've brought me all the luck and happiness a man could ever dream of, my cherie.'

The same kid who would tip toe out of his bed to sneak down to your hammock, crawling in and burying himself underneath your blankets where you slept in the brig, telling you fantastical stories about his mother until you fell sound asleep. He would watch you from where he lay on his side, hands folded by your head, as if you had hung every star in the wide skies. He would brush his fingers over the edge of your cheek and curl up beside you, wishing that every minute of every day of the rest of his life could be spent with you.

Yeah, smitten wasn't enough to cover it. Only destiny could be raw enough to draw the two of you to each other, Sanji always thought.

As teenagers, you would end every shift outside, sitting on the wonky boards of one of the jutted docks. Just sitting side by side, as you always wanted to be, pretending you weren't playing a game of chicken as the two of you teased and pressed and glanced your fingers over each other's, leaning back and looking up at the stars. Sanji always appreciated the better chance it gave him: shrouded in naught by wisps of moonlight and the rare flashing neon of ship string lights, to take you in as much as he could. You didn't mind the fact that he spent the whole time staring over at you. In fact, if you hadn't been so lovestruck, you might have found the courage to tear your head away from the horizon to meet the look of gut-wrenching devotion that always seemed to pour out of his eyes and beam only on you. It always felt like warm sunlight, sitting next to him, and so you finally dared a chance at grabbing his fingers and intertwining them between your own, pretending it was because of the sea chill spraying a fine mist over your legs.

Again, the squeeze he gave your hand was almost, almost imperceptible, but you felt it this time. And you could feel the look of enduring devotion he pierced into your skin, a warm tingle washing like a spring tide through your tired body.

He always knew. He always knew that if he had stayed on that rock, he would have been content to. Happy, even. Because he would have been with you.

'I love you', he said without words. He gave your hand another squeeze. 'I'm going to love you forever. No matter how many lifetimes. No matter who I am. I'm always going to find you, and I'm always going to love you.'

His voice nearly made you jump, surprising you at how it started with his usual buttery smoothness, before cracking with a thick gulp as his words trailed of. 'Never leave without me.'

'I promise, as long as you don't leave without me.'

He shakes his head. 'You never leave me. Not even for a moment.'

Sometimes, when the two of you are older, he still comes stealing into your room at night, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as his lips wobble into a frightened frown. Turns out, as he draws the covers back and comes reaching in for you, he had another nightmare that pirates had come to steal you away from him again. With an aching sigh for how stricken he looked, how desolate, you let him claw at your shirt and bury his head into the side of your neck until the rest of the world melted away.

He kissed you again, that night. When the feel of his legs strewn familiarly between your own began to burn against his skin, and the weight of hand perched over his thrumming heart became too heavy to bear in secret. With nothing but the light streaming like shards of pearly stars through the porthole to betray a moment so special, so longed for, Sanji let his eyelashes flutter close as he slowly... slowly pressed his lips against your cheek again.

This time, his eyes widened in shock as the feeling of your hand gripping at his jaw and turning his face straight on to your own. Before he can even open his mouth in confusion, the sweet pressure of your lips pressed against his top one. For a moment, Sanji doesn't move an inch: doesn't even breath, not even processing that the thing he’s spent every moment of his waking and sleeping life wishing for ever since he found you on that boat was actually happening, right here right now. He tries really hard to stop his whole body from shaking, as his silky lashes finally falter shut against the top of your cheeks and he tries to focus his whole attention on the way your plush lip seems to press so perfectly against his own.

When he finally pulls away, he lets out a loud 'OW' as he pinches his arm.

'What did you do that for!?'

'I had to double check this wasn't a dream, my sweets!'

And then he's on you again, like a ravished man gasping for air. God, he wasn't sure if soulmates were real, but when your top lip pulled down against his, and he could feel the thud of your heart synch against his own beneath the tips of his fingers, if he didn't know that he was yours.

He stays in your room a lot more often after that, using it as an excuse for you to help him button up his shirt during sleepy mornings, smiling at the feel of your fingers as they knocked against the muscles of his chest. It was also his favourite part of the day - the good morning kiss the two of you shared before you raced down to be at your shifts before Zeff decided to knock your heads together.

One time you forgot to give him one, too distracted by one of the sous chefs busting into your room with a bloodied nose and a chipped front tooth, whistling through the gap as he begged you to come down to the main foyer and help him break out a fist fight that had started between two gangs of rival pirates. The pout on Sanji's face that day was enough to make even the most bounty-heavy pirate's knees tremble. Every other chef steered way clear of his station, watching the arch of his back and the jaw in his muscle jump as he busied himself by frying his steak of tuna, so gutted at the loss of just one kiss. Not angry, no: just grief stricken, because this man seriously just adores you that much.

When you finally get your lunch break, the first thing you do is throw your napkin down on the kitchen ground and grab Sanji by his suit collar, enjoying the surprise tilt of his head as he drops his spoon onto his serving tray and allows you to lead his feet backwards to the fire exit. As soon as he's outside, you slam him gently against the wooden beams of the Baratie restaurant, and kissed him silly to make up for it. His look of trusting confusion suddenly melt into jumping heart eyes when your knee slides up between his thighs to try and pin him in place. His breathing comes out in harsh, shallow gasps between ferocious kisses, and you have to press him back against the wall every time he comes arching forward to follow your head for even more kisses. No, this was about you making him feel good. And by goodness, as your tongue pressed against the seam of his lips and tentatively ran over his front teeth, if he wasn't two seconds away from falling to his knees right there and then.

When you let him go, he slides down the wall like putty until he's sitting with legs stretched out and both his suit and hair a ruffled mess. He's literally never been more deliriously happy in his whole life.

Your favourite time of the day is when the restaurant closes, and the two of you finally have the kitchens to yourselves. Once you've tossed your aprons back onto the rack with a tired sigh, the only thing that can cheer you up is the sound of Sanji kicking his chair back with the toe of his shoe, and the sight of him beckoning you over to him with that tilted head and pearly beam of his. Mmh, how safe you feel, how loved as you collapse down to sit on his knees, and he tucks you in between the brackets of his arms in a vice so tight it could match any Marine knot.

You take one of his hands off the pen he was holding, turning his palm round to face you so you could fiddle with the rings he was wearing. You draw one up, curling his finger before your eyes, before slotting one off and sliding it onto your own ring finger. It was the one his father had given him: one he so loathed to wear, and yet felt guilt bore down too heavily on his conscious to ever take it off. You turned the one on top of it, one you know Zeff had given him after his first day working at the Baratie, and you smiled at the memory.

'You know', you start, still fiddling with his hand, feeling him shift his thighs as you pressed a gentle kiss on the pointer finger you were currently grasping onto. 'I may just have to keep this one.'

'Oh yeah?', he says dreamily, and you could feel his grin growing as he hid his burning face in the nape of your neck. 'Don't worry sweetheart. One day, once I find the perfect one, I'll give you a ring of your own.'

The two of you sneak out and share cigarettes out the back door a lot, where Sanji steps forward and kisses you like a man possessed every time you pinch the stub from out of his mouth and draw it along your bottom lip teasingly. When you try to get him to go back in, he just wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, spinning you around to stop you from leaving him alone. Laughing, you try to shove him off, swatting at the hands that form a tight clasp over your belly button, until his large fingers finally slide down to hold your waist. You glance behind you, smirking at the way his eyes are tightly shut in euphoria as ducks down, chest nearly enveloping in his desperation to reach your face again. His kisses become sloppier: smoke stained as they leave wet trails up your jaw, before he finally gives in and tries to make you laugh one last time by nibbling at the lobe of your ear.

Whenever he has a fight with Zeff, you have to hold him afterwards. The feel of your fingers curling the hair at the nape of his neck, or rubbing soothing circles into the sore muscles of his shoulders stops the furious darts of air from flaring his nostrils almost immediately.

Man has blaring heart eyes 100% whenever he's in a fight with rowdy customers, and you get to kick the flashy knife out of the last one's hand before the pirate could launch straight for Sanji's neck. He tilts his head at you with those amazed eyes, a gentle smile growing almost shyly on his face like a secret wink, before he throws his now empty plate at the pirate trying to sneak up behind your back. The crash echoes out through the booth area, a cry so furious: so full of rage that anyone would try and dare hurt you, that it makes all the remaining pirate crews crawl out towards the door on their hands and knees.

Stitching each other up afterwards is a motherfcking mess though, that Zeff straight up just abandons all hope of being able to use his kitchen. With a defeated rub of his pounding temples, he lets the door slam shut on his heel because he just can't deal with the two of you. He'd much rather pick up a brush and start sweeping bits of crushed and splattered asparagus off the floors than have to watch you to battle it out in a stiff competition of who could be more sickeningly, maddingly in love with the other. Between you standing between Sanji's entrapping thighs, closing you in tighter so you could have full access to kiss his bobbing Adam's apple as you use a rag to swipe bits of dry sauce off his neck, and him throwing his head back and whimpering, Zeff was going to go insane. Even worse, as soon as you're finished, Sanji's reaching between your fingers to lick split consomme off your nose.

The two of you are literally insufferable, and if every one apart from Zeff doesn't find it the cutest thing I-

When Luffy comes and wrangles Sanji into joining his crew, the chef's first thought is to be distraught. He seeks you out straight away, nearly breaking some poor fisherman's pole as he tries to hurdle over it and grip onto your shoulders, making you drop the barrel of dried meats you were carrying from Luffy onto the planks and watching Luffy nearly dangle off the edge of his ship to stop it from rolling into the ocean.

'Y/n- I- I can't go!'

'You're hardly scared!'

'I'm not scared of going, I'm terrified of going without you!'

You let him pour his heart out for a moment, before stopping his rambling, near sobbing mess of a sentence by bopping the tip of his nose. You giggle, swiping some hair from his forehead. 'Sanji, Luffy asked me to come first. I promised I wouldn't go without you, and I meant it.'

You manage to unlatch his twitching hand from your left shoulder, and give it an almost imperceptible squeeze. The tears that threatened to fall from his eyes finally cascade down, although he's so relieved that he's smiling through the blurriness. You swipe them away with your free thumb, finally, after all these years, feeling the squeeze of your hand that Sanji gives you back, before he envelops you in a breath taking hug.

'Awww, you guys are so sweet!', Luffy calls out from where he's hanging by his sandal off the railing of his ship. 'But could someone give me a hand before my hat falls into the waves? That would not be very cool.'

The first thing the two of you do once you're on The Going Merry is to find your bunk. Sanji isn't very subtle when he kicks your door shut with his heel, and comes scampering towards you like an upended sand crab, pinching for you until he's hefted you up over his shoulder and has unceremoniously landed you in your shared hammock. He's quick to jump in, straddling you as the hammock sways back and forth with the commotion.

He nearly starts crying again when he sees a flash of silver poke out from underneath your neckline; he grazes his hand over the chain, recognising it as his father's ring you had taken months ago. The one he had hated so much. The one you had tried to save him from. A small piece of him. A weight you tried to bear for him. A reminder of how much he was loved.

A confused Zoro, not realising there are new crew members on board, follows the sound of Sanji's voice crooning out how much he adores you, and how he loves you more than every star in the sky, down past the window on your bedroom door. Let's just say, he's not very impressed when he catches sight of the hammock swinging wildly from side to side, and an array of clothes thrown out and discarded in a mess around it.

#one piece #sanji #one piece imagine #sanji imagine #sanji x reader #sanji headcanons #opla #monkey d luffy #zoro #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji imagine #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji headcanons

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ilys00ga · 19 days

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𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 1k

➞ synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.

➞ genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33

➞ A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3

ps. any form of feedback is reallyyyy appreciated. I live for compliments :) !

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It was one warm spring morning.

Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.

One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.

“Is this good?” Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture he’s been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your mother’s secret recipe only in the first try, “Great. You’re getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.”

He snorted, “If that means I’ll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.”

Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, “You’re so lazy.”

“No one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.”

"You're so annoying."

Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her head–Yoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as well–was almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.

"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"

She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.

“Mom said they’re almost here.” Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of you—his girls.

“Are you being a good chef assistant, baby?” He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.

“She’s been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.

“Mom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.”

“We’re almost done cooking now.” You reminded him, “Honey, check on the oven please.”

“Right.”

A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, “they are done.”

When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.

It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldn’t help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? “Huh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!”

He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, “look!”

Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your baby’s joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.

Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.

It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and that’s how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.

She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.

Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeks—a trait that she definitely got from her father, “No more hitting mama and papa for you!”

The little girl’s squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.

“Family hug?” you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.

“Family hug!” He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, “but let’s make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.”

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suguru-getos · 1 month

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| Bully! Gojo Satoru x F!Reader | Part 5 |

Part: 4 / 3 / 2 / 1

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna

Chapter Summary: After doing your much needed due-diligence with Satoru, he’s backed you up against the wall in the school corridor again. Things are a little… different however.

Warnings and A/N: For a change we have no such warnings here :3 Just Satoru Gojo sama 🙇🏻‍♀️ getting a little in his senses and grieving when the Reader-chan opens up a little. <3 Angst? Yeah.

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"Can I please have some money." You want to recoil and kill yourself right now. The scrutinizing gaze of your mother is like leech on your skin, itching your core. You don't like this, but after what you had done today in the cafeteria; you really want to get this over with. There are still flashes of Satoru's face in front of your eyes. He looked devastatingly beautiful with those bangs drenched with water. Pale skin reddening at the coldness of the water. He looked so harmless. So… human. The way he extended his hand to you, he didn't seem like he had any malice or could ever harbour any.

"For what?" Your mum asked casually, "We have given you enough money to be comfortable, Sweetheart. I don't see the point." She dismissed, sighing at you. She couldn't care less about you suddenly being a tad too needy over finances.

You expected this, which is why your lips are unable to part in resistance. You open your mouth in false hopes that a sentence will come to aid you, against your mother, against Satoru Gojo. It doesn't.

She has given birth to you, you'd like to be in the disbelief that she can't see the stress in your face. You get up, "That's fine, nothing important actually." Your shoulders droop in defeat. You don't want to be mistreated, called irresponsible, told that you should be careful, less egotistical, more bendable to people's wills, told to tone yourself down, to mellow your aura, to water yourself down…

"What is it, Y/N?" She called your name softly, "haven't seen you go and attend Kickboxing classes either. Want to do something else? You always pick up new things and abandon old ones. No discipline- no consistency-" normally, you're professional in letting her words linger through one ear and part from the other. Not today.

"Yeah, thanks for being so appreciative. Love that for me." Ignoring the chastising replies, you stomped to your room. Yeah, you can't be free of Gojo Satoru so easily. You can't even hope to fathom what he will do with you tomorrow in school.

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Meanwhile, Satoru's not changed his shirt, even after returning from school, sitting in his room and replaying back your words and your actions over and over like a tape he wouldn't get sick of, even if he tried his best. Lips parted and huffing. He's hurt. His ego is bruised but his heart doesn't feel okay after watching the repercussions of the damage done to you either. Part of him feels rightly treated, now you wouldn't see him with that petrifying look of disgust he hates. His hands slump over his face as he leaned his back over his California king sized bed, sighing in dishevelled breaths. Truth is, yes he collided against you in the cafeteria after all this began. Yes he did purposely and you called him out for it in front of everyone. Someone who is calling The Gojo Satoru accusingly was hard to digest. Be like other people and apologize, or even better, act grateful that he talked to you. No, you didn't do that. You were fierce and stern, you were like burning coal, warm… capable of burning when held the wrong way.

He still feels better than the nonchalance you presented him with when he abided you in a contract. That wasn't the you he hoped to meet, he hoped to meet the 'you' he met today in the cafeteria. The 'you' who holds the guts to obliterate him and anyone else when angered. The 'you' who isn't scared of things like financial status, powers, influence.

He likes you so much.

He likes you so much…

He likes you so, so much…

It's sickening, his heart pangs at the way the subtle hints from his mind about having a crush on you are now intensely, brutalizing storms he can't ignore. The only revolting thought that curdled his brain was how he would like to kiss you. Maybe he should have bullied you like that - that way, at least, partly, it would feel good to you and would have given him a safe bet to reach out to you later. Even right now, all he can imagine is his long, thick, looming fingers wrapped around your waist, pressing you plush against him, rendering you immobile. How great would the then-faint scent of your perfume would now intensify when you're in his hold. How good would it feel to taste you on his tongue, to feel you crumble and to…

To trust him enough to crumble…

Suguru was right, what an stupid thing to do. He couldn't give up, you didn't give up. Now he's forced to see through his mess he wishes to pretend never existed.

Would grovelling help?

What about the copious amounts of unhealthy egoism he wears?

Fuck that… would you forgive him even after he bore his heart out to you? It would be worse than getting physically naked. Satoru Gojo can't take rejection. Even more than that, he can't take being vulnerable in front of anyone. Vulnerability is sacred, and Satoru isn't sure there's anyone worthy enough to carry his weakness and still shielding his ego. Maybe he should try… the worse you can do is reject him and his company. As if he's not making an exquisite pathway for it since the very beginning.

His thoughts are making him insane, they are making him lose his grip on his mind.

Which is why, you both are here. Satoru's had you pinned against the wall in school the next day, the same way this all started. You're struggling and wiggling to no avail. Panting heavily. "Please- stop it!" You whimper out, gasping out when his eyes land on you in a sternly arrogant manner. Why do you hate him so much god damn! Oh wait, he knows…

"I'm not going to hurt you or manhandle you or be an asshole. Just here to talk, hard to believe right?" He smirked, looking at you in a little tender undertone now that you're eyeing him curiously. You pouted, gnawing at your lip. "I don't believe you, especially after what I did yesterday. It was water though! You can't really get marks from water! I don't owe you any money."

Gosh you are hilarious without even trying, he leans back a little. Having no sense of personal space anyway.

"I don’t want the money. Okay? I thought that you would have a month to… get to know me and to talk to me." He pouts, sighing. It's so hard to suddenly talk to you after being an ass. You don't trust him anyway. It's visible with the way you look at him, trying to dig any ulterior motives.

"So what you just needed your ass kicked to stop?" Gosh your mouth…

"I'm being nice, little bitch. The moment you realize you don't have to pay me back your tongue is back to dancin' around shitty words, eh?" Satoru grips your face with his hand, sneering a little with an amused grin.

You roll your eyes, "not scared of you since day one." You half-lie. He does… intimidate you. You wouldn't admit it though. He has made you cry, he has made you miserable. You are not going to let it slide so easily anyway.

"Uh huh, I know." He leans back, embracing the weird and awkward silence that accompanies you both. You nibble at your lip and look down, "Look, if you don't want the money. We don't have any reason to talk to each other." You tried to sound as nice as possible.

Technically, you both do not have any reason anyways. Which is why Satoru came up with this ego-inflating scheme. Now that he's officially decided after much contemplation to hook you off. He can't shove you back in. He looks at you like a kicked pup. Something you haven't seen in his eyes. He was always controlling you, tossing you around.

"There's no reason to, unless… you'd like to tolerate me." He grins wide.

"I'd not like that." You smile. Bouldering over him with your words.

"Well… alright."

Satoru walks away, he can't really do anything about it. You just rejected the possibility of a conversation, let alone entertain the idea to have him close to you. After a few steps, he comes back stomping & you almost cower beneath him.

"I.. well, I- may have been, an asshole."

To be honest, you have no idea what he means suddenly and what does he want. He is emotionally stunted and somehow lacks the comprehension of anything else except what he wants. "May have?" You raised a brow in disbelief, what does he mean by 'May have'?

You grit your teeth, "I've cried myself to sleep twice because of you, I dreaded going to school, I wanted to give up and change my school, I wanted to ask you why are you so mean to me? I wrote things a thousand times as asked for you to 'review' as you said cause I talked to Geto san!" You winced, the memories are hurtful and scathe you badly. It aches. What you tolerated was essentially for nothing! It hurts. FUCK IT HURTS.

Satoru looked stunned as well, you have been appearing so normal he could never believe you were impacted. Which is why he was only trying harder… oh no. "I wished to be as rich as you so I could have ended this then and there and wouldn't get blackmailed." You sighed, and that sentence makes him fall into decay.

"Well, if you could have just-" his voice is meek and submissive and you're quick to cut it down.

"Could have just what Gojo san? Apologized for something I never did? You're going to give me that I collided against you by my own mistake when it was 'you' who did that purposely and kicked me for raising questions on it? Then proceeded to make my life hell because I didn't back down? Could have what? I could have begged you to be merciful like a caged prisoner? Asked you to show me some kindness for something I didn't even do?"

Oh will you stop? Will you please stop? Satoru can't take this, every sentence feels like a deep gash on his heart. His throat feels hoarse and there's a rock hindering his speech. He just- did it- without thinking so much upon it. Satiating his ego and getting a rise out of your little reactions. God he wants to undo this so bad.

How can he undo this? He can't…

"I- uh- I'm sorry." He finally manages to croak out a small mouthed apology. Though he means every word of it even if he knows that wouldn't do anything.

"You should be."

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killuintense · 5 months

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leon porn links were so good need another part plsss 🛐

Leon's prn links pt2 uwu

as always, pleasing y'all because we should all appreciate leon, so i leave you other videos that i was able to compile plus a link that an anonymous person shared with us!! enjoy 🫶

TW: explicit sexual content, links of p0rn videos, AGAIN sorry leon i love you but never is enough ‹𝟹

LINK 1 — no matter the version, we all know that Leon is a needy and desperate boy. i loved the detail of him asking to stop in that way so as not to cum yet, Leon would have that consideration but it's obvious that you wouldn't, pushing him to the limit so that he can cum and your baby can release all the tension he has on him. you laugh at him for being so pathetic, but you kiss him and while he tries to recover, your hands don't stop touching his cock because, let's be honest, we all know that it is only yours and you control it how you want.

aaah from this video i even loved that the moans are very similar to Leon's.

LINK 2 — i hesitated to put this video on but the difference in size simply made me think of the more dilf version of Leon, so big, with his hands and veins so noticeable just like in the movie mf. obviously the complement of cumming inside you but without letting anything escape, fucking you even in your orgasm, putting his cum inside you again because your pussy is crying out for it, complaining when it don't have his big man, filling you with his fat cock.

LINK 3 — orgasm control!! god, i loved the way he so submissively asks if he can cum, that's definitely something Leon would do. so tired of his job, of whatever his shitty life gives him, all he wants is for you to take care of him and show him every step he has to take. and, we go back to the same old thing, he is so pathetic and silly that you can only laugh and deny him because you love playing with him. you deny him an orgasm but you give him wet kisses and he trembles without knowing where the hell to put his fingers so as not to lose control and make you ride him harder until he fills you completely with his cum. however, when you ask him to be faster, almost in tears, he tells you that he can't. he closes his legs in shame, but you are so desperate for his cock that you need more. and when you finally ask him if he's ready, he tells you that he's more than ready to fill you with his babies. so desperate and cute, he fucks you as if it were the last thing he has left in this life, moaning like a desperate fool who just wants to hit his girl with his cock without rest, to finally come trembling, squeezing your body where he will probably later will leave marks.

leon is really a very polite boy, always asking if he can cum...

LINK 4— this one reminded me of a more dd/lg version of Leon, and for some reason i imagine Leon from id. that version with his dark blue suit and his penetrating but soft and careful gaze, like a daddy ready to raise you so well, makes me want to tremble. you love to wear outfits that accompany the occasion so that he moves them to the side and fucks you slowly, to make his little one feel good, but then he can't control himself and increases the speed, staining you with his hot and thick cum.

we all know that Leon has a thick fat cock, right?

LINK 5 — honorable mention to the Leon's fingers and their ability to reach so deep inside you, taking all your juices so that the room is filled with the stickiest sounds mixed with your desperate moans. you want to pull away and take a break from feeling so much, from desperately wanting to come, but he grabs your hips and holds you in place by increasing his thrusts and, at the same time, your constant whimpering.

LINK 6 — this is a video sent by an anonymous person!! thank you for encouraging me to share it because i must say (as you said in the message) it's very leon re2r coded. it's just that just playing with him like that must be so exciting, i mean, just imagine him being so needy for your cunt but unable to do anything but fuck your plump thighs, he grabs and squeezes every part of your body that he can, he kisses you desperately and each time his attacks become more erratic. although he is a capricious boy and he just wants to be able to put it in you, he loves the feeling of feeling your pussy wet without having to do anything other than rub you and, he is not going to lie, feeling your body so hot, your tits swollen, against him it is a experience that he wouldn't mind repeating (as long as in the end you let him put his cock in until it ruins your uterus, come on)

those are the ones i could find so far, it's a little difficult to find good videos that aren't the same old porn shit, so if you have a video you want to share for a future part just send it to me (it can be anonymous, no problem ;))

thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed, ily'all ♡

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blacknedsoul-blog · 4 months

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An unnecessarily detailed analysis of Lenore's face when she realizes how gay she is

(Someone thought to tell me that I wrote "incessantly" instead of "unnecessarily" the last time I did this? Didn't they? You people are terrible).

These two vignettes make me crack up. Partly because it's always funny to see Miss "I can pick fights with the Deans, but thinking about my crush makes me nervous UwU" panic, but also because it's impressive how many things have just clicked in Lenore's head at this point.

Like, this girl must be feeling like when you finish a puzzle. A very gay one.

What she knows so far

At this point, as far as Lenore knows, she and Annabel have not seen each other again. There was a goodbye, and she is aware of how much that hurt her. For me, there are two possibilities:

In this flashback, Lenore has realized that she is in love with Annabel, but it is an unrequited affection.

She interprets these feelings as "oh, I'm attracted to her because she was my only friend and she was painfully ripped out of my life. Yes, friends. Very good friends.

Personally, I prefer to interpret it as the second option (you will see why).

On the other hand, it's impossible not to see how willing Annabel is to give and receive affection when it comes to Lenore: in this scene, she tries to say goodbye with a kiss,

And when they're in the closet, she literally throws herself at her.

And I want to point out one thing: Lenore doesn't remember a romantic relationship, but her body seems to: she instinctively strokes her hair when she cuddles her, even though Annabel didn't ask her to. They have done this before. There is a familiarity to this interaction.

Finally. Lenore learned chapters ago that she burned down her house, stole her dead brother's clothes, cut her hair to look more like a man for…something. She doesn't know what yet, but it had to be something important.

And she remembers it when Ada opens her mouth.

(parenthesis: that comment also makes me laugh a lot, like, Ada, dear, if you knew the CRAZY things this woman has done for love).

Please, appreciate this gay panic

If Lenore had any doubt about her feelings for Annabel (assuming option 2), it has been completely erased: she is in love with her. There is no acceptable way to rationalize this as anything else. She was in the past and she definitely is now. That's what draws her to her, that's why she desperately wants to confide in Annabel, that's why her affection seems familiar.

As if that were not enough, Annabel has that ring on her. Not only has Lenore just been hit by the reality of her own feelings, she has just realized that her love is reciprocated, this is not a one-sided crush, they are going to get married. Suddenly, these invasions of her personal space are understood for what they were: an attempt to have a physical relationship on the terms one would have with a romantic partner. Because Annabel was not her friend.

She was her fiancée.

Also, because Lenore is too pure a cinnamon roll for the world, she must be wondering how much she hurt Annabel with this: how she dodged her attempts to show affection, how she doubted her, and, the icing on the cake, that comment:

And all this mental cocoa is perfectly condensed into the expression she has in these two vignettes.

Honestly, the scene is perfect as it is, with no dialogue, but you can almost hear her thinking, "I…I did…I told my fiancée we're friends, blaze".

#nevermore webtoon #annabel lee nevermore #lenore nevermore #white raven #annabel lee whitlock #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee x lenore #lennabel #If this comic were a comedy I see Lenore arriving with a bouquet of peonies and a box of scones #“Sorry baby I forgot about our engagement. Will you marry me again?”#In my heart Annabel wanted to beat her head against the wall when Lenore told her they were “friends”

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theysaidhush · 10 months

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heyy i happened to see you asking for threesome related hard thoughts and i suddenly thought about brat taming with poly woosan uwu like imagine how teasing and mean they would beee <333

Woosan fucking some sense into your bratty mind (why is this so hot 🥵)

San is such a sweetheart but I feel like Wooyoung’s corrupting him ugh 🥵. Anyway here some mean Woosan for you fyp

Feedback are well appreciated 👀

"What a naughty girl, thinking she could get away with this."

San roamed his hands through your hair, gently massaging your skull before making sure the tie around your head was covering your vision.

"Hey, stop being so nice to her." Wooyoung tsked, grabbing your hair and pulling them roughly, the sweet touch of San long forgotten and replaced by a sting you were very much familiar with.

"I-I didn’t do anything…"

"Good girls don’t lie." Wooyoung sing songed before getting on top of you, straddling your thighs as you were laying flat on your stomach. "What should we do with this thing, huh ?"

He shook your head mindlessly, making you whimper at the sensation, before slowly starting to grind his clothed dick on your ass. He admired the red stripes on your skin, grinning at the memory of San spanking you again and again as soon as you all came home. He might act nice, but his lover wasn’t merciful.

"Ah, I’m not your thing, fuck you." You loved teasing them. Seeing this dangerous glint in their eyes, feeling their hands roughly manhandling you.

But as soon as those words came out of your mouth, you gagged on the dick that was pushed inside of it, tears feeling your eyes and broke whimpers stuck in your throat. "Ah~. Now, kitten, good girls don’t say b-bad words. Ah fuck your mouth feels so good around my dick..." San groaned, stroking your cheek before grabbing your jaw, making you open your mouth wider.

As Wooyoung got his dick out of his boxers, adjusting your body so your ass was at the perfect height for him to fuck, he smirked, entering your tight and leaking hole in one push, making you moan and wiggle under him, choking and spitting around your boyfriend’s cock. "This mouth is only good at sucking dick, isn’t it ? You’re so fucked."

San grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head down his length, giggling at the sight in front of him. Your hands were roaming around the bed, trying to get a grip on something as Wooyoung was being relentless on you, slamming his dick in you in an almost painful way. You were so pretty. "Yeah, let’s fuck some sense into you."

#ateez smut #ateez hard hours #kpop hard hours #kpop smut #wooyoung hard hours #wooyoung smut #san hard hours #san smut #ateez x reader #woosan x reader

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alexcutecolly · 2 months

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I like how mentioning the dreams thing is showing that theres still the usual him in there somewhere and thats probably what him eating us again at the end would be like! he’s upset and mad right now and it’s a little scary but he’s still there and were still his and ar.ceus can’t take us from him when were in his belly if he does lose that fight!! And I think he might cuz even if he was to win that was only just a piece of ar.ceus so then he still doesn’t get what he wants but feeling us in there would still make him feel better! even just a littl bit cuz I think he’s a little possessive x3

he might not let me leave for a long time but that’s ok to me!! mayb i can help him calm down some ❤️

v.olo uwu

Hello again dear v.olo uwu anon! 💕

Warning: Major spoilers for P.okemon Legends: A.rceus below!

Oh yeah the dream part really brings the usual V.olo back for a moment (and it culminates right after when he hands over his G.host plate to your character).

This makes you feel for him tbh, since he's just been let down by A.rceus and now he wants to know if we dream as well, just like he does ;-; ;-; but no matter what we say, his response is always so heart-wrenching 😭:

I do!: "So you do... Doubtless that dream of yours would never leave room for the dreams of one like me..."

I don't know.: "You don't even know... Then perhaps the day will come when you will suffer and agonize as I do now..."

When we receive the plate from him, he looks soo defeated but he gives it up uncomplainingly and admits he lost to us ;-; which is commendable, and it shows he actually respects us. He's a reasonable guy despite everything! ❤️

I agree you on that btw, if he managed to both beat us in battle and eat us he'd be less mad for not succeeding in taking down the real A.rceus, cause at least we were there with(in) him and he wasn't all that alone in the final step of his quest (I think G.iratina would be there as well tbh, but that's beside the point xD).

I like to think he could still triumph over the Alpha P.okemon somehow, and the aftermath would be sooo interesting to witness, with its consequences x3 defeating a piece of it does feel like you've just won the consolation prize at the lottery 🥺

We can have him be a little possessive over us, as a treat x3 I love it a lot, ngl 💕❤️ though I think it'd just be funny if, as soon as he realizes that despite not being able to achieve his dream he still has us in his belly, A.rceus just teleported us out of it and away from him xDD like, our poor man can't even be happy for a second! 😭

Actually, I really wouldn't mind a long stay in his tum either! x3 especially if he finds it calming himself! And if someone's looking for us I can see him say that we're busy working on the p.okedex or something xD He could even smuggle us out of the H.isui region when he's leaving for who-knows-where xD I imagine we'd be supposed to come back tho if the p.okedex still needs filling out!

Mmmmm, this is also giving me ideas for Naga!V.olo stuff honestly!! Imagine being all coddled up inside his stomach while he's wrapped up in his coils! I think he'd be very happy then x3 ❤️

#mmmmmm so many ideas now lol #both for naga!v.olo and a more possessive v.olo #also as a big fan of long term vore i really appreciated the thought of us staying inside his belly for a long while ❤️#he just likes us a lot us c'mon xD #thank you again for your thoughts dear v.olo uwu anon!! i really loved this one 💕💕#a real banger frrrrr!!#safe vore #g/t vore #v.olo vore rambles #v.olo uwu anon #v0re #my asks

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pinejayy · 10 months

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hi there! Can I request of Muzan x Slayer! Fem! Reader ? :)

Muzan meeting slayer! reader who’s traveling with Tanjiro and Nezuko and they’d meet for the first time after Tanjiro was able to track him down by his scent and when Muzan turns around, he was distracted by the reader and her beauty.

Thanks!!! :))))

sure thing, I hope you enjoy this. uwu // the reader is also over 18+ and wow I did three requests today!! I have two more to do and apparently people want a part 2 for I'll make you remember ,, so imma do that and if you wanna be tagged for part for that story please let me know

Demon Queen (Muzan Kibustsuji x F!Reader)

Tanjiro, Nezuko and you were walking around, as you guys were taking a small break, a well needed break. The three of you seem extremely tried for looking for the Demon King. There was no trace of him. As you guys were walking around the small village you were currently staying at, you could tell Tanjito was acting more weird than usual. He was sniffing the air like crazy.

"I have his scent! Come on guys let's hurry." He said all of the sudden and with that he ran off, leaving you and his sister behind.

You were both confused, but you grab Nezuko's hand and then ran off, chasing the Demon Slayer. And he was pretty quick on his feet. As both of you chased after him he was standing in front of a man who was pale as ghost and who had a fancy outfit, along with a fancy hat. You couldn't but admire him, but something was off of him.

Both you and Nezuko walked next to Tanjiro, and he was yelling at this man who looked confused. You sigh and walk next to Tanjiro and place a hand on his shoulder and whisper against his ear. "Hey what's your deal?"

"MY DEAL! MY DEAL IS THAT THIS IS THE MAN WHO KILLED MY FAMILY!" He yelled out, and he started getting looks from people who where around you guys.

You sigh and shook your head. "Dude you can't go around yelling at people, its very rude of you." You say, looking at the man. You blood went cold as you saw his eyes. You laugh nervously and grab Tanjiro by the shoulder again and started to pull him away. "I'm sorry about him Sir."

Muzan couldn't help but admire your beauty, he didn't pay attention to the brat who was yelling at him. He just kept on staring at you, it honestly made you uncomfortable. "Does your friend need help little one?" He said. As the Demon stared at you he couldn't help but frown as he noticed your sword, hmm he might do something about that.

'Oh no he's fine, he's just tried that's all...sorry about him once again sir." You say and started to drag Tanjiro off, and he was screaming still. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU KILLED MY FAMILY."

As he was being dragged off, the three of you got somewhere more private. "What's is your problem Y/N?" He said. "Do you know who that was?!" He said, sighing as he sat by a near by bench, Nezuko sat next to him placing her head on his shoulder.

"Yes! I know who it was...It was the Demon King himself...but do you really think it was the best idea to go yelling at him?" You say, shaking your head at the boy.

He looked away for a few second before looking back to you. "No..but-"

"No buts, look I'm sorry that he killed off your family but it's not the best idea to go running and yelling at him. He could have killed us!" You say, shaking your head as you rub the sides of your forehead. "And besides...we aren't ready to take him on. Yet."

Tanjiro sighed, as he looked at his sister who was already falling asleep on his shoulder. "I suppose your right. I'm sorry Y/N. It just hurts...he took everything away from me." He said, as he started to pat Nezuko on her head. "One day he's gonna pay for what he did."

"Hey I'm sorry if I was too harsh, but I promise you he will pay for what he did." You say, walking towards him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. "But come on now. I'm sure your sister would appreciate some rest. We all need it."

"Right!" He said, and soon after the three of you found a place to stay at for the night. Luckily the place you guys found had two bedrooms. Tanjiro offered you a bedroom for yourself, assuming you would want privacy. As you guys were saying your goodnights he looked at you and smiled. "I'm sorry for the way I reacted early but we will bring him down.." He said smiling at you. "But please get some rest, we'll head out in the morning."

You smile and nodded at him. Saying your goodnights. As soon you guys went your separate ways you lay your sword down besides your bed and then lay down, taking a deep breath.

You were thinking about the Demon Lord, you couldn't wait for the day he dies. As you were ready to drift off to sleep you felt a presence in the room. You sit up and look around and saw nothing. Until you heard a voice, making you jump.

"Wow you're more beautiful up close."

Looking at the person you saw the Demon from earlier. Your blood went cold, as you were about to reach for your sword but Muzan hand grabbed your wrist, gripping quite hard making you whimper in pain. "I wouldn't do that if I was you."

"What do you want? Are you here to kill me?" You say softly, as you didn't want to alert the others. Afraid if you did they would be killed.

Muzan chuckled, letting go of your wrist. He slowly started to trace a finger across your soft skin. Then he started to drag his nail across your cheek, but not hard enough to draw blood. "I want you as my Demon Queen."

"No way! I would rather die!" You hiss at him. Making him laugh quite loud. Surley Tanjiro would hear it.

"You don't have an option my love.." And with that he grabbed your sword in a quick motion and smacked you in the back of the head with the bottom of the sword knocking you out cold. He sighed and looked at the sword "You won't be needed this anymore." As he stood up and threw the sword against the wall.

"Y/N HEY ARE YOU OKAY? CAN I COME IN!"

Muzan ears perked up as he heard the voice of the Demon Slayer from earlier. Smirking to himself, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"PLEASE IF YOU DON'T ANSWER ME! I'LL COME IN!"

Still not hearing a word from you, Tanjiro opened the door and was shocked from the view. It was Muzan holding your body! And with that Muzan ran off with you on his shoulder. Running at super sonic speed, Tanjiro would never catch up to him..

Leaving Tanjiro shocked at the slight. He then fell onto his knees crying loudly "This is all my fault! First my Family and now Y/N" As he cried on the floor, he was shaking. He lost you too now...

Little did he know that you were still alive, and how Muzan is going to force you to be his Demon Queen. Not only Tanjiro had to kill off the Demon King later on he also had to kill you off...the soon to be Demon Queen.

#Muzan Kibustsuji #muzan x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #reader insert #kny x reader #kny

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desb3ar · 3 months

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First Kiss Headcannons | Miguel O'Hara

We need more cute first kiss headcanons. please. (this is VERY informal. just late night babble <3)

i think, when y'all finally kiss, he'd get a lil bit desperate, progressively. he a lil touch starved

arms are definitely wrapped around you. this is YALLS MOMENT and he wanna make it last. (bonus points if his hand is on the back of your head)

before this, he was nervous asf. he's a bit shy here, not the "omg stawwp uwu" typa shit, i mean like,, fumble his words, awkward asf, and cant formulate a sentence or even think of one when you step up breh.

im sure he'd say thank you and appreciate this so m u c h cuz i can imagine it had been a while since he had this sorta moment with someone.

with that being said, if you put a hand on his cheek, he's melting on it, 1000000%. im a sucker for that trope.

im not sure if he would back track and be kissed or he will be forward at that very moment and be the kisser but aye,, both is good.

im pretty sure that he'd be touchy asf after that... not like, sexually, just being closer knowing that a ur comfortable. straight cuddle bug. care bear. frfr.

like, he been waiting to see how this would turn out because looooooooorddd,,, he couldnt say anything. too scared. so he just waits to see what you would do and takes notes. (ur more straight forward here... and maybe liked seeing him that way, therefore you dragged this out a little bit... men being complete lost puppies following you is CUTE.)

he fuhshow gonna keep giving you lil kisses from that point on. lil pecks on the cheek, head, lips, u r whole face fam.

then when you guys kiss, miguel would be shocked asf in the first second, but then he, yet again, melts like candle wax.

i could go on 4ever with the cute shit because yk... its miguel. (he would never but i can dream. damn.)

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daedelweiss · 1 year

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a compilation of most of the sketch requests i got!!! ✨️ god, this took so long 😭 thank you to everyone who submitted a request!!! 💖 i appreciate everyone just excited for the story. this is my way to say thank you 🥰

oh yeah. LM!usagi's full name is daichi usagi. more lore about him later- (again, he won't make an appearance in the canon comic, just bonus episodes uwu)

oh and ❌ NO TC*ST ❌ • ( 🌿 please do NOT repost, edit, trace, use, and/or sell 🌿 )

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l0v3tast3 · 11 months

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I LOVED THE PERVY NEIGHBOR!TOJI HEADCANON OMG 🥵 Thoughts on him bringing his good friend Nanami Kento over to “meet” reader? 🤔

oh my god. oh my god this literally made my thoughts stop working for several seconds your brain is a blessing (; ω ; ) also thank u sm ily anon uwu

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, pervy neighbor!toji x female reader x pervy friend!nanami, dubious consent, age gap (reader is college age, toji is late-30's, nanami is early 30's), pet names, spitroasting, toji's a little meaner in this one, size kink

✎ word count: 2.2k (not proofread oopsies)

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♡ toji fushiguro is a territorial man at heart. he doesn't have much to his name, but what he does have he holds onto with a tight grip. you included. but when his "good friend" nanami kento asked what had caused toji to be in such a good mood lately, he couldn't help but start bragging about his new girl.

♡ nanami liked to act like he was better than him and all the rest, but toji saw how he shifted in his seat, he saw his pants tighten. it inspired a wonderful idea in the black-haired man.

♡ he brings it up while he's fucking you from behind, slow and deep with a hand around your throat to hold you tight against his chest. "got a friend i want ya to meet, baby. wanna show him how much of a good girl you are for me, what d'ya think? no, wouldn't let him fuck you, princess. maybe your mouth. this pussy's mine though, don't fuckin' forget." of course you could never forget, not with how he was pulling out until just his tip was left inside you and then slamming back in.

♡ needless to say, you end up agreeing to it. how could you not when he whispers such nice things? "just wanna show ya off, you're so good for me. my friend just wants to see how pretty you are, princess, just wants to appreciate you like i do." you're right on the edge, so close to cumming, but he slows down his thrusts instead, the arm wrapped around your waist tightening to stop you from squirming.

♡ "won't let him touch ya if you don't want him to. you'll let me fuck you in front of him though, right baby?" you give him a meek "m'kay, toji," finally, and his smile stretches so wide as he starts fucking you faster again. you trust him, you know in your sweet little heart that he wouldn't ever let anyone hurt you, much less touch you. toji fucks you for hours after that, rewarding you with his cum over and over as he tells you how much of a good girl you are for him.

♡ you almost forget about the whole thing after that, thinking it was just another one of toji's lewd fantasies that he confesses when he fucks you (there are quite a lot, he just keeps coming up with more). until the next time your mom goes on a work trip.

♡ there's a knock at the door later into the evening while he's pressing your back into an arch on the living room couch, fucking into you harshly and leaving red handprints on your ass (he had seemed hellbent on marking you the last few days; more hickies and bruises shaped like his fingers and bitemarks than any amount of concealer could ever cover). you don't even hear it but he's pulling away from you, petting your hair and saying he'll be right back while he pulls on his sweatpants. even though you're confused, your fuzzy brain just takes the opportunity to breathe evenly for a few moments.

♡ "-got started without ya, couldn't help it. see? she's just so cute," toji says as he walks back in. behind him is a handsome blonde man in a suit, younger than toji but still plenty older than you. he looks at you with what looks like indifference, staring down at you through his glasses.

♡ toji notices your apprehension and comes back to the couch, sitting beside you and picking you up to set you on his lap, your back pressed to his chest so you faced the man still watching you. calloused hands work over your body to relax you, one finding it's way to start circling your clit. "you remember when i told you about my friend, right princess? this is nanami, my friend. told him all about how sweet my baby is and he wanted to see for himself. gonna help me show him, okay? yeah? aww, that's my girl."

♡ he tells nanami to take a seat and he does, sitting down in one of the chairs across the room. toji's already pushing his sweatpants down again, lining you up to sink you back onto his still-wet cock. you're whimpering and gasping quietly, trying to cover your breasts in embarrassment; you could hardly handle toji's teasing, and now there was a very quiet man watching toji use you like a toy.

♡ "don't do that now, c'mon, you're missin' the whole point! is my dick dumbing ya down again? show him how good ya look riding me, you can do it pretty girl." he holds your hands together against your stomach, helping your hips move up and down with his other hand. you can't help but let out your moans as he fills you up again and again. you can't see it, but he stares at nanami over your shoulder with hooded eyes and a grin that speaks loud enough for his arrogance. he can see the blonde man shifting in his seat again, he can see the bulge growing in his pants and how his hands grip the armrests of his chair. nanami wants you, wants to have you like toji is having you. but he can't, and toji thinks it really doesn't get better than this.

♡ "isn't she gorgeous, nanami?" the man responds with a nod and toji scoffs. "then say it, jackass," he spits, suddenly glaring at the younger man until he spoke. "she is beautiful," nanami says. his voice is deep and he talks slowly, carefully. toji laughs and sighs out a moan when he feels your cunt tighten around him even more. "she fuckin' liked that!"

♡ you start melting back into him, grabbing hold of his arm instead of weakly trying to break out of his grasp. he smiled into your shoulder, continuing to make nanami compliment you. "yeah, she's so sweet once i get my dick inside her. isn't she a sweetheart, nanami? heh, it's a damn miracle i can even fit my cock in this tiny pussy. and don't get me fuckin' started on her mouth. she's got the prettiest little mouth, doesn't she? see, even my fingers look huge in her mouth- no, keep fuckin' riding me, c'mon, you can do it yourself. you like her mouth, nanami? ya wanna fuck it? what'd'ya think, baby, you gonna suck his dick?"

♡ you were a complete mess on toji's lap. any brainpower you had left was going into shakily riding him and sucking on the two fingers he'd shoved in your mouth. you could barely even process toji talking about you like you weren't even there, but the question he urged in your ear didn't go unnoticed. part of you says you shouldn't, that he's not toji, but the other part needed to keep hearing toji call you a good girl. and nanami had been "nice", so far.

♡ so you squeak a little "mhm" around toji's fingers and he laughs, squeezing his arm a little tighter around you and giving you a quick bite on your neck in one of the few spots left unmarked, hushing you when you whine. before you can register it, he moves you forward onto your hands and knees on the couch, pulling your head back by your hair.

♡ "ya wanna fuck her mouth, right, nanami? she wants you to. c'mon princess, help me convince him. show him how nice ya beg." you take a second too long to start talking and he brings his hand down on your ass again, fucking into you harshly. "i said beg him."

♡ "ah-a! ple- please nanami, can i suck your dick? please- nngh!" toji spanks you again and chastises you, saying he's heard you do better than that, but nanami is already walking over and unbuckling his belt. he kneels with one leg on the couch so that his bulge is right in front of you, and you reach out to grab onto his pants for support as toji continues to fuck you.

♡ nanami's hand replaces toji's in your hair and the man behind you uses the new freedom to dig his hands into your hips. the man in front of you tells you to open your mouth, and when you do he slides his thumb in and presses down on your tongue, letting out a deep breath when you suck on it. he trades his thumb with his dick, his hand going down to wrap around you throat. nanami wasn't as big as toji, nearly as long but not as thick. you could still tell it would be difficult as he pressed his tip against your swollen lips.

♡ toji stops pistoning in and out of you for a few moments while you start suckling on the head of nanami's cock, the man's slender hands urging you down further slowly. "don't ya remember all that training we've been doin' on your throat, baby? yeah ya do, good girl."

♡ he picks back up suddenly, fucking you even harder now, enough to push your body forward and nanami's cock further into your mouth. he's curling over you, his grip on your throat and hair tightening a little when he feels you moaning around him. you're trying your best not to gag while toji continues to push you more and more, eyes rolling back because you're just so full and they're everywhere and it's all you can feel and see.

♡ "shit-" nanami swears under his breath, as if he's still trying not to lose his formality. toji laughs, both at him and you. he's relishing in how tight you get whenever you choke on nanami's cock, and finally getting to see the blonde man lose his composure. the power trip was like no other; toji didn't even mind sharing you if it meant he got to witness this.

♡ "tell her how good she's doin' nanami, don't be fuckin' rude now." nanami shoots a glare at toji before focusing back on you, the hand in your hair starting to run it's fingers through the strands comfortingly.

♡ "you're doing so- fuck, so good, little girl. hah, your mouth is so soft around me, you're taking us both so well- fuck!" he throws his head back when you moan against him again and start sucking harder, drooling as nanami's voice pushed you so close to cumming.

♡ toji was hammering into you now, pressing his hand down on your back again, forcing it into as much of an arch he could so he could batter your walls at a better angle. "aw, are you gonna cum, princess? be good and make nanami cum first, he's our guest, right?" with that, toji started slowing down, bringing his hand down again on your cherry-red ass when you whine and mewl in protest.

♡ you take nanami's dick until tears prick your ears, so desperate to make him cum so that toji would finally fuck you again. it was all you could think about, just pleasing toji and his friend. besides, nanami was being so sweet, petting your hair and helping you bob your head up and down by your neck. he never pressed hard enough to hurt you (he was afraid toji would hurt him), and his words were all so nice.

♡ "i'm gonna- fuck!" was all the warning you got before his cum was pouring down your throat, your grip on his pants tightening as you swallowed it all, just like toji had taught you. he stayed hunched over you, struggling not to tighten the grip of his hands too much as he came, his hips twitching the longer he remained with you like that. once he started relaxing, toji practically tore you off of him and pushed the younger man away.

♡ while nanami was still reeling, toji muttered a quick "now get the fuck out," before he turned his attention entirely back to you, sitting upright with your back against his chest once again. he kept you still as you tried to catch your breath, his cock bottomed out in you while he smoothed his rough hands over your body and praised you.

♡ "how did i find such a good girl like you, hm? ya did so good, looked so pretty chokin' on his cock. not nearly as much as when ya do on mine, though. you still like my dick better, right baby? yeah, heh, of course ya do, cause you were made for me, pretty girl. now, you want me to make ya cum still, don't ya?"

♡ he spares a quick glance at the door as it shuts behind nanami, smiling wide as he basks in the newfound power he holds over the man. he let him have a taste of you, but only that, and now he'll get to see that jealousy in the younger man's eyes every time he mentions you.

♡ meanwhile, you're grinding down on toji, all thoughts zeroing back in on the giant trapping you against him. you didn't care that he had just used you basically to make a point to his "friend", you didn't even really realize it yet, not with all the honeyed words that toji filled your head with. all you care about is how good the pressure of his dick pressed against your cervix felt. all you care about is being good so he'll make you cum again.

♡ "alright, sweet girl, don't worry, i'll make ya cum lots tonight," he whispers when you start whining his name. "make ya forget ya ever even met him. make sure ya remember that you're mine still."

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x female reader #toji fushiguro smut #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x female reader #reader insert #toji fushiguro x reader x nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen smut #— lilly writes! ♡

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