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attractedtopeoples · 4 months

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Johnnie Guilbert NSFW Headcanons

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Tags/Warnings: mdni, smutty/suggestive stuff below the cut, don’t like don’t read, written with afab reader in mind but barely mentioned

Jake’s Version Here, Tara’s version here

A/N: I have fallen down a rabbit hole of Johnnie and Jake (and Tara), im going insane.

Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I fell like he’s rather drowsy but still making sure your taken care of, you want a bath- done, water- done. He loves taking care of you- even if he was struggling to walk or stay awake.

On the other hand, I feel like he’d be really shy in terms of receiving aftercare- not entirely used to it.

Body Part (their favourite of their partners, and their favourite of their own)

He Loves your thighs- not explaining it too much, but his favourite place is between them- whether your legs are around his waist, or his head is in between your legs- he loves it. If you have afab anatomy- trust me he’ll leave bruises from how hard hes squeezing your thighs (and then apologise later when he realises, no matter how much you say you liked it)

He likes his own hands, because he knows what he can do with them (this man knows how to use his hands (and tongue) it’s actually insane)

Cum (anything to do with cum)

Not a fan of the mess when he pulls out, but always respects your wishes if y’all don’t have a condom and u don’t want him to finish inside. Although he does love to eat you out after fucking you, both your cum mixing kn his tongue, then kissing you like theirs no tomorrow where you can taste yourselves too.

Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves his hair being pulled, he never says it nor admits it, but if you tug on his hair whilst he’s eating you out- trust me he could finish just from eating you out. It isn’t a degradation thing, more of the subtle pain thing that only makes him feel pleasure.

Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doin)

He’s not very experienced (like barely experienced) but he’s still knows exactly how to touch you- not because of videos or other things like that, but he’s good at observing and noticing what makes you feel good, and what doesn’t.

Favourite Position (goes without saying I think)

He’s a simple man, and loves missionary. Being able to tuck his head into your neck and give you more hickeys, your hand in his hair as he fucks you. The dream.

Goofy (are they more serious or silly in the moment)

I think he’d be more serious but would definitely still make jokes as long as he knew you were comfortable with them in the situation.

Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

He doesn’t go out of his way to do anything down there, but he’ll keep it trimmed if he’s feeling fancy.

Doesn’t give a single fuck if you shave or not, seriously could not care less.

He’s a natural blonde hun, but they’re still a touch darker.

Intimacy (are they romantic during the moment?)

He’s romantic in the sense that he keeps you close, and consistently makes you feel good (if that makes sense). It’s not like consistent love confessions, more like soft touches and gentle words whispered into your ear.

Jack Off (Masturbation hcs)

Wayyyyy too shy to actually go up and tell you when he’s turned on, so he ends up either having s cold shower or a hot moment in the bathroom more often than not, but after a while I think he’d get more comfortable with telling you.

About twice a week at a minimum.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise (receiving)- more along the lines of reassurance, just the knowledge that he’s making you feel good is endlessly hot to him.

Switch- not explaining.

Hickeys/Lovebites/Marks- both receiving and giving, although he’s rather careful with his placement, especially if he knows you have things to do or nothing to cover them with in that area. He doesn’t care at all where you put them other than his neck, Jake teases him and he sucks at covering them properly (Tara has helped him out more than once ngl)

Location (preference of place during)

Basic bitch but likes the privacy of the bedroom, and just being in your own bed.

He’s down for what you want most of the time though- unless it’s something to do with being in a more public area where ppl could be, that ain’t really for him.

Motivation (what turns them on)

I feel like he’s a sucker for physical affection, like you lean up against him, or push back against him whilst you guys cuddle/have a movie night- and he tries to ignore it most of the time too (shy boy).

Also he doesn’t really get turned on but he gets really flustered by pet names (not weird ones, but ‘darling’ or ‘love’ never fail to make him blush)

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

Anything public, values the privacy of the moment, and gets too jittery when there’s a chance of getting caught.

Anything that’d hurt you, not the smaller things like little lovebites or tugging your hair if you asked, but other stuff like spanking and shit just isn’t his thing, the idea makes him confused and uncomfy with the idea of seriously injuring you.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

King of giving head, tell me I’m wrong I dare you. I won’t elaborate bc I don’t feel the need to, but he doesn’t mind receiving- would never ask but would never say no yk.

Pace (self explanatory I think, the pace they go at during sex)

Depends on his partner, again- more of an adaptive person in terms of what he does in the moment, prefers to find what makes you feel good.

Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Not a fan, wouldn’t say no, but prefers to have more time with each other, and again he’s not a fan of the risk that comes with doing it somewhere they could get caught.

Risk (are they down to experiment and try new things, do they take risks when horny, etc)

Definitely down to try most of the things you suggest, fine with some experimentation.

Again, as I’ve said, dislikes the risk of getting caught or doing it anywhere where someone could hear/walk in.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go?, how long do they last?)

About 2-3 rounds before he needs a second, but if you are still good to go he’s fine to give you (the best) head until he can continue or you tire out.

Toys (do they own them? do they use them?)

Doesn’t own a lot, not bc if a dislike for them, he just never had a use for them. If you had/wanted some he’d be willing and/or supportive. 👍

Unfair (do they tease? If so how much?)

Not the biggest tease, but 🤷, if he’s feeling like it then he feels Ike it.

Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make? etc)

Not overly loud, more quieter noises into your ear most of the time, or words muttered/whispered under his breath.

I don’t Care for describing sounds, but feel free to imagine however you’d like

Wild Card (a random hc for them)

Loves it when you play with his rings absentmindedly. It’s such a small thing but he finds it so oddly domestic. He doesn’t know why he finds it so nice, but he’s never told you to stop and he doesn’t plan too.

X-Ray (what’s going on under those clothes)

6.5 inches and pretty. I won’t explain any further.

#F0E4D1 > #EFCEC3

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say slightly above average, but again he’s rather shy with this information, and prefers to make jokes about it or just not mention it at all.

Probably about 2-3 times a week, but could easily go higher with the right circumstances

Zzz (how quick do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Refuses to sleep until your comfy, but will be absolutely knocked out after that (bonus if your hands are carding softly through his hair)

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onlyhuis · 1 year

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after dark

member — boyfriend!jun x f reader genre — smut word count — 2k synopsis — jun and you agree to try something new, and you don't realize how much you enjoy it. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, somnophilia, but it is very explicitly consensual!!, unprotected sex, thigh riding, some praise bc jun is still a soft boy notes — requested by 💤 anon — this was so fun to write holy shit aksgdfj. lots of love to @onlymingyus and @duhnova for reading for me! header pic creds are to @/000scans. i hope you all enjoy! :)

when jun first brought up somnophilia to you, you didn’t think much of it. you definitely thought it was hot, but you didn’t see yourself as the kind of person who would do it often. you’d never been so horny you couldn’t fall asleep, and you’d never woken up in the middle of the night desperate enough to even consider it.

that is, until tonight.

you’d been having such a good dream—such a hot dream—about jun, and his lips on your body had felt so real it had startled you awake, your cunt throbbing and your cheeks burning hot.

you glance over at your boyfriend, still perfectly sound asleep next to you. tiny snores leave his pretty lips, and suddenly you feel a wave of heat wash over you. the way his eyes are gently closed, lashes fluttering in his sleep and loose strands of hair falling across his eyebrows, drives you crazy. so soft and sweet, blissfully unaware of how you’re already soaking through your panties.

you hesitate for a moment, debating whether or not you should wake him up or go hide in the bathroom and finger yourself instead, not wanting to disturb him.

but you remember the conversation you’d had a few days ago. he wanted this, he’d explicitly asked you to use him whenever you wanted, even if he was asleep; both of you had agreed to be available for each other’s pleasure any day or night, and now was a better opportunity than ever for it.

your eyes fall to his exposed chest, rising and falling with each small breath. he never sleeps with a shirt on when the weather warms up, and you’re mentally both cursing him and thanking him for it.

in the darkness you can just barely make out the lines of his collarbones and the shadows they cast across the grooves in his neck. your eyes trail down his chest to his nipples, already stiffened from the ceiling fan blowing cool air around the room.

before you can think twice you’re imagining all the times you’ve run your hands along his body, feeling the firmness of his chest beneath your fingertips and the softness of his skin, tracing the toned definition of his abs.

you want to reach out and touch him again, but you’re afraid you’ll wake him. but at the same time, you want him to wake up and find you so needy, rubbing your thighs together beneath the covers as you watch him sleep.

after another minute of painful staring you finally push the covers down below your waist, slowly scooting closer to jun’s sleeping body. when he doesn’t move, you carefully hoist your leg in between his, sinking down to straddle his thigh.

immediately you sigh in relief, grateful to finally feel something firm pressing against your aching cunt to relieve some of the pressure.

you stay still for a second, making sure he hasn’t woken up before you start to rock your hips back and forth. you can already feel your panties sticking to your folds, your wetness seeping out onto his boxer shorts.

you choke back a whimper, starting to grind down harder on his leg as you get more and more frantic. you’re struggling to stay quiet, so you lift your hand to stick two of your own fingers in your mouth, giving you something to bite down on. your other hand grips at the sheets at jun’s side, trying so hard not to make noise but you can’t help the whines that escape you as you desperately ride his thigh.

suddenly you feel jun’s hips lift a little, chasing your movements and you squeak in surprise, fingers falling out of your mouth. your heart races as your gaze flies to his face to check if he’s awake; his eyes remain closed, but a small smile is beginning to form on his lips.

you feel his hands slowly slide up to your waist, holding onto your hips tightly to help guide you along his thigh.

“doing so good, baby,” he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep and so deep it sends shivers straight to your pussy.

“fuck– sorry, junnie, was t-trying not to wake you,” you stammer, and his grip tightens as he drags your hips faster and faster.

“don’t be sorry,” he purrs, eyes still closed. “making you feel so good, aren’t i?”

“yes, fuck—so good, more, please,” you moan in response, and he bends his knee, giving you a new angle to work with.

you push your hips down harder, the friction of his boxers and your panties rubbing against your clit at just the right angle to bring you right up to the edge.

you feel like your breathing stops when you finally stumble into your orgasm, mouth open with no sound coming out as your pussy gushes all over his leg. your hips stop but his hands keep going, pulling and pushing you along his thigh like he’s the one getting off instead of you, fucking you through the most intense orgasm of your life while both of you are still clothed.

finally he slows down and lets go of your hips, letting you fall forward onto his bare chest, your breath coming out in short pants. sweat drips down your neck from the exertion and your heartbeat pounds in your ears, but jun just lifts a tired hand to push your hair out of your face.

“so proud of you, baby, you did so good.”

you whine in embarrassment and hoist your legs off of him, but his words bring up butterflies in your stomach. it’s not long before your eyes become heavy and you fall asleep in his arms, thoroughly satisfied.

it’s not long after that night that jun wakes you up for the first time.

unconsciously you feel the room heat up, and as you come out of your sleep you begin to register the little gasps coming from above you.

you stir, adjusting your head against the pillow before you pry your eyes open to see jun kneeling over you, chest heaving for breath and his hair slick with sweat.

“junnie?” you call out softly, still mostly asleep as you start to process what’s going on. you sit up on your elbows, and that’s when you notice the liquid on your stomach.

you blink a couple times, glancing down to find yourself covered in jun’s cum, warm and sticky all over your lower half. you look back up at your boyfriend, a sleepy smile across your face.

he groans as he tucks his softening cock back into his underwear, leaning down to press his lips against yours gently. “you don’t know how fucking beautiful you look when you’re sleeping,” he sighs into your mouth. “gets me so fucking hard. just the sight of you, my pretty baby.”

you whine and lean back, falling into the sheets as he slides off the bed. you force yourself to stay awake until he returns a few moments later, a cool washcloth in his hand as he wipes his cum off of you.

once he’s done he tosses the cloth on the nightstand, slipping back into bed and rubbing his hand along your stomach as you let your eyes fall shut again.

he leans over to kiss your cheek. “thank you, darling. always so good for me,” he whispers, and you hum happily, quickly succumbing to sleep once more. you could really get used to this.

a week later you awake in the middle of the night to find jun grinding his cock on your leg, rutting his hips against you.

you pry your eyes open and turn your head to face him, placing your hand on his chest to get his attention.

“baby, please,” he rasps, his hands falling to your waist to pull you against him in rhythm with his thrusts. “‘m so close, need you so bad.”

you slide your hand down his body, stopping when you find his cock, throbbing and painfully hard against your thigh.

fighting through the sleepy haze in your mind you roll onto your side facing him and push your panties down your legs with a whine. “want you to fuck me, jun, please. use me.”

if you could’ve seen through the darkness you would’ve seen his eyes widen and his cheeks flush at your words, but you can only feel his hands prying your legs apart as he slides his cock between your folds. you can feel his fingertips holding you so tightly it’s likely they’ve left bruises, and you can feel the leaking head of his cock rocking against you.

he slips into you and you whimper, your half-asleep state making the feeling of his cock stretching you open both heightened and lessened. your brain short circuits when he finally sheathes himself fully inside of you, mouth hanging open as you struggle to put words together in your head.

even without all your senses you can tell he’s struggling to hold himself back from fucking you at the pace he wants, trying to give you a moment to get your bearings first.

but you don’t care. you need him to fuck you, need to feel him release and know that you’re the one bringing him pleasure even when you’re doing nothing at all. even when you’re asleep, completely dead to the world, you’re still the only one that can get him off, and it makes your ego soar.

“jun, please, harder,” you moan, your voice already hoarse though you’ve barely said a word tonight. “need you to go harder.”

he groans and doesn’t respond, instead pulling out of you nearly all the way before slamming his cock into you, immediately setting a brutal pace. you can already feel that he’s close, and you clench around him with all your strength, trying to bring his orgasm closer.

he whines out your name, and you whine out his, both equally desperate to finish. with your body pressed against his front you can feel his abs expand and contract with each stroke, his muscles tightening as he builds himself up.

you’re not surprised that you’re already close to your own orgasm; just how he gets off at the thought of you, the thought of him is enough to make you cum in seconds and leave you breathless.

without warning your orgasm washes over you, your whole body trembling in his arms as his hips falter and he struggles to keep up his pace with an airy moan.

he squeezes his eyes shut, continuing to fuck you through your high until you’ve regained enough of your senses. he thrusts into you a few more times until he pulls out at the last possible second, his cum exploding onto your hips and thighs as he jerks his fist up and down along his cock to make sure he’s released every last drop.

he leans over you, still reeling from your orgasm, and kisses your temple like he always does when you’re finished.

as much as he doesn’t want to leave your side he knows you probably (definitely) won’t want to wake up covered in his dried cum, so reluctantly he rolls off the bed to find a washcloth.

but when he returns you’re already sound asleep again, your powerful orgasm sending you back to dreamland just as fast as he’d pulled you out of it. wordlessly he cleans you up, making sure to get every crevice that you might complain about later and trying not to giggle out loud when he looks up to see you drooling on your pillow.

back under the covers he wraps his arms around you, pressing his lips to your cheek and resisting the urge to kiss you all over. he’d much rather save those for a time when you’re awake to enjoy them.

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 6 months

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Fae Folly

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.2K WC NSFW 18+

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Warnings: oral and penetrative sex, alcohol, sex pollen theme kinda?, descriptions of male and female anatomy

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The wine in Baldur’s Gate was stronger than you anticipated. You had never had this concoction before, part elixir of folly and part sweet red from the high elves from far off in Faerun. You nicked it from behind the bar in Elfsong. You sat on your bed in the room you shared with your lover, Astarion. He was out right now, picking up some treats you asked for now that they were readily available. He insisted on spoiling you and indulging. The wine felt strong, just not in the sense you expected. You felt warm all over, everything felt sensitive. Your mind swimming with pure happiness and thoughts of Astarion. They started off simple and innocent enough. Thinking back to your adventures together and how you both managed to accidentally fall in love. You thought of how you healed each other. How you loved one another. You closed your eyes, finishing off the last of the bottle. You laid back on the bed, humming with content.

That’s when it started to happen. Your skin prickled and crawled. It felt like warm needles in the best way. Your body tingled and your lower stomach felt like lava was poured into it. Pulses shot between your legs. You were shaking, running your hands over your body in attempts to calm your erratic heart beat. The touch made it worse, you felt overstimulated in your body and your mind.

The door opened, Astarion smiled for only a moment before putting the treats on the desk and rushing to your side.

“Darling what’s wrong?” He asked, bringing his hands to yours.

You snatched your hands away from him, the touch feeling too intense. Astarion looked at the bottle next to you. He grabbed the familiar bottle, Fae Folly is what it was. In small doses, a euphoric drink. In large doses, a strong aphrodisiac that won’t fade until certain… needs are met.

Astarion held the bottle, “How much did you drink?”

“”Half” you struggled to get out, your hand wandering between your legs in an attempt to relieve yourself.

Astarion’s eyes went wide. 200 years old or not he remembers how the high elves make this particular brew. The alcohol is weak, and wears off in about 30 minutes. But the elixir of folly lasts for hours. And the not so known ingredient, liquor of incubus, lasts until the consumers needs are met. Half a bottle was more than enough. Your shaking, the sweat on your brow, your hand between your legs…

“Darling, do you know what this is?” He asked you, standing up and putting the empty bottle on the desk.

You shook your head, your body writhing and shaking in the bed. Frustrated, you yanked your hand out from between your thighs. Astarion was always beautiful, but he looked especially gorgeous tonight. You could see every detail about him through a haze of lust. You wanted him in the most carnal, primal way. Your eyes followed him around the room, waiting for him to speak.

“How long ago did this,” he gestured to you and the state you were in, “start?”

“An hour.” You whined, even speaking was becoming difficult. “Star please…” you begged, running your hands over your chest, playing with your nipples to bring you any relief.

Astarion couldn’t deny the jolt of arousal that shot through him at your whimpers. “Little love… I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Star, the alcohol wore off ages ago… please darling…. It hurts…” you whimpered, tears making their way into your eyes from the pain of it all.

Astarion pulled you effortlessly to the edge of the bed by your ankle. You moaned just at the skin to skin contact. Astarion sunk to his knees, pulling your small clothes down and shirt off. His eyes met yours as he pulled your thighs apart. You sucked in a sharp breath as the cold night air hit your glistening cunt.

“Are you sure darling?” He asked, inching closer.

“Yes… please.” You bucked your hips up.

Astarion dove in like a man starved. You yelped at the contact but gods, you never wanted him to stop. Pure lightning coursed through you at every lick and suck. He slipped two fingers inside you, making you let out a strangled scream when he found the right spot inside you. How worked you over, fingers and tongue making the lava in your stomach boil over. It didn’t take long for you to let out a moan as you came on his tongue.

You settled a bit, the feelings lingered and you could feel them bubbling up again. Astarion crawled up your body, his face covered with concern. “My sweet, where did you find that drink?”

“Behind the bar, I took it…” you said as you regulate your breathing.

“Well… you stole quite the drink. It’s meant to be taken in small amounts my love. It has side effects if taken in too high of a dose.” Astarion moved you to the top of the bed before moving to sit next to you. “Did I help?” He asked cautiously.

“A bit… it’s coming back Star…” you whined at him, ready to beg for him.

“Would you like me to help?” He asked, concern still present in his eyes but you could see the lust overtaking him.

“Please, Astarion please… I need you, I want you…” you babbled quickly while letting out sweet little noises.

Astarion ghosted his fingers over your body, he felt awful the drink was tormenting you but… there are worse ways to be tormented, especially with him there to help you. “You’re so sweet when you beg darling, it’s like music to my ears.”

You opened your mouth to beg him to stop teasing, all that came out was a gasp as Astarion ran the head of his cock through your folds. Slapping the head on your clit a few times before slipping inside. He buried himself to the hilt, you let out delicious moans with each inch. He set a brutal pace, fingers laced with yours above your head. He kissed over your neck and chest, sucking hickies into you, eliciting moans that would make Haarlep blush. You could feel yourself boiling over, fluttering around Astarion making him groan and falter slightly.

“Bite me…” you breathed out.

You didn’t have to ask him twice, he sunk his teeth into your neck. Delectable crimson gushed into his mouth sending him over the edge. He picked up his pace, groaning into your neck. The blood and overstimulation egged him on. You toppled over the edge as he licked your punctures clean. He continued fucking you through your orgasm, only slowing when you put your hands on his chest.

Astarion rolled to lay next to you. “Hells darling… that was…”

“Amazing?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him while you tried to slow your heart beat.

“I don’t know if there is a word to describe the absolute bliss I just felt.” Astarion said before sitting up a bit. “Uh oh…”

“Uh oh? Uh oh what?” You sat bolt upright worried you crossed a boundary.

“Darling I think your blood still has some remnants of the Fae Folly…” he said, sneaking his hand between your thighs.

“What ever shall we do?” You asked, fake swooning back into the bed.

“You’ll just have to wait and see…” Astarion said, kissing all over your body.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello!! I hope you all enjoy this little treat. I have surgery next week so I cannot speak to when the next fic will be out but if I get bored I'll try to write more. ILYSM <3 :)

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konigsblog · 9 months

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I wanna give König a spa day. Lay him down, give him a nice massage, wash his hair and use some bubble bath and such for funsies, just let him relax and be taken care of for a bit. I think he’d really like that, and lord knows he probably needs a massage…

KÖNIG'S SPA AND REST DAY ⭒ (you take care of him, no mentions of anatomy, gn!reader. non sexual nakedness - just an intimate, relaxing moment together that you two can enjoy feeling vulnerable yet safe. fluff) ...

something könig struggles with is pains in his back, usually from when he used to hunch over due to hitting his head repeatedly on lights and doorframes, so now adjusting to his full height sometimes aches his back. you run the bath, bubbly with soft bubbles, letting him sit down as you light a candle, his favourite smell; gingerbread and vanilla.

you watch as he grunts, a bit crunched up due to the bathtub size, feeling your soft hands wander all over his wet skin. könig shuts his eyes, huffing at the soft smell that reminds him of christmas; a time to give and love eachother. your smaller hands rubbing out all throbs in his shoulders. a low moan leaves his lips, quiet yet pleasurable. you apply shampoo onto his hair, massaging his scalp as he looked into your eyes like a cat desperate for pets and scratches. “schaztchen..” he whispers, the lukewarm water against his scalp dripping onto your lap as you giggle gently.

a hair mask and conditioner was then applied, leaving his hair smooth, soft. you let his hair air dry and take him into the bedroom where he laid down against the bed, his body still bare, yet not worried and fearful as he felt trust in you - his lover. you praises made his heart warm; that he's doing so well, how much you love him and appreciate his efforts. rubbing oil onto his back and rubbing small circles onto the pains, cracking his back satisfyingly and making him groan from the feeling.

you only noticed when the sounds of snoring came, deciding to get naked beside him, an intimate yet non sexual moment as you laid his head on your chest and letting him rest. you fell into a sleepy haze, cuddled into him with the sun setting down.

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phefics · 4 months

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𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: kaz brekker x reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: kaz struggles with touching peope, specifically skin-to-skin contact. he finds a way around his aversion to make you feel good. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: afab!reader, fem!reader, fingering, kaz's gloves, intimacy struggles, mentions of kaz's canon trauma, virgin!kaz, cumming untouched 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1k

Kaz can’t stand skin-to-skin contact. It was inconvenient, yes, a frustrating side effect of his complicated past, but he’s managed to find loopholes.

Like the gloves, for instance. They acted as both a safety net and a talking point, starting those delightful rumors of his hands being permanently stained with the blood of his enemies, when in reality, he would be incapacitated without the scraps of leather to protect him.

But it had never mattered much, before you.

Human touch, connection, was never something he craved. He appreciates Jesper’s friendship, but has never longed to embrace him. He is fully capable of recognizing an attractive person, acknowledging beauty where it was obvious, but he’s never felt an desire to act on the attraction.

Lust was never something he felt, before you.

He had tried to act on his urges, to be like any other man and touch you, but it had ended poorly. You had given him space as he let the water retreat, and he had been filled with self-loathing for his failure.

And so, he found another loophole. He was a thief, a conman, so of course he could come up with a plan for anything.

The cool leather of his gloves took some getting used to, at first. The same fingers that so easily picked locks and pockets turned clumsy and unsure when they ventured between your legs.

You sat on his desk, naked from the waist down and legs spread wide, while Kaz sat at his desk chair in front of you, still fully clothed. Well, he had undone the top few buttons of his shirt, but that was as close to nude as he could handle at that moment.

Being naked in front of you didn’t embarrass him. Before there was any romance, any attraction evident between you, Kaz had stripped in your presence without concern. It was the proximity though, the vulnerability, that made his clothes a necessary barrier.

One gloved hand rested on your thigh, a silent reminder to keep your legs open for him, while the other was searching for your clit, still unfamiliar and inexperienced with your anatomy.

“Can I guide your hand?” you asked, tone gentle.

He nodded, so you took his wrist softly, being sure to touch only over his sleeve, and helped him find that special spot, the rough texture of the leather a new and thrilling sensation as his thumb flicker softly over your clit, curious.

You whined, your head lolling back as he followed your lead, his touch taking on a new confidence.

Kaz chuckled quietly. “Is this really all it takes?” he asked, a smug look on his face. “I’ve barely done a thing.”

“It feels good,” you replied. “Your gloves...It's different."

"A good sort of different, I assume?" he asked.

You nodded, another moan leaving your lips as he continued to touch your clit with his thumb, deciding to try slipping a finger inside of your hole. You were wet enough to ensure that the leather didn't feel painful going inside.

Although he wasn’t the one being pleasured, Kaz couldn’t help the breathless noises that left him — seeing you so worked up because of him, because of his actions, it was a completely new feeling.

“Saints, Kaz, you’re doing so good,” you panted. “Making me feel so fucking good.”

Your words made him whimper, although he’d take that detail to the grave, his face flushed. It felt good for him, too, to please you. Although he hadn’t touched himself, or let you touch him, just the friction of his pants was almost too much for him to handle, having never experienced masturbation — sometimes, he would wake up with sticky sheets, irritated and embarrassed.

He had spent so long refusing to give in to those dreams, the little thoughts of sex and pleasure and bodies against each other, and you had set loose something within him, the primal desires he'd been forced to ignore due to all he'd been through.

His hips thrust into nothing, the head of his cock leaking as it rubbed against the seam of his pants. You were the only person receiving any stimulation, and yet, he seemed more spent than you. It was endearing, hot and adorable at the same time.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you breathed. “Can you go a little faster?”

Kaz nodded, using two fingers to pump in and out of your pussy, picking up the pace as you’d requested.

It didn’t take long for that sensation to build in your belly, your sounds of pleasure growing louder, more frequent. You came with a shout of his name, and although his cock had remained untouched, he followed you soon after.

His expression was completely shocked, having experienced his first ever orgasm, at least, while awake, and making a conscious effort to make it occur.

You giggled as you came down from your high, looking fondly at his flushed, surprised face. It was an unbelievable honor to see Kaz Brekker at his most vulnerable.

“Did you…?”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his tone attempting to be stern, and completely failing as his voice shook and his mouth fought to curl into a smile.

And you just laughed again, catching a glimpse of his glove, slick with your cum. “I think you’ll be needing a new pair.”

Kaz looked down at his hands and laughed, too. "I suppose I will."

He didn't seem to mind.

It wasn’t a perfect, passionate night of sloppy kisses and skin slapping skin, but Kaz had made an effort to shed his armor for you, to face his fear of intimacy, and touch.

And that little loophole was just the beginning.

(maybe a part 2...?)

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker #six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker smut #ophelia's fics

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merakiui · 1 year

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Mother

yandere!kabukimono x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, pregnancy, implied codependency, brief mentions of murder/death, brief mention of childbirth note - recently i was inspired to write a kabukimono story, so i hope you can enjoy it!

i. the miracle of life.

There is a little human growing within you.

Kabukimono has never heard of such a phenomenon, but according to you it’s a normal facet of life for all creatures. He, who has only ever interacted with men, young and old, and the occasional grandmother, has never known the word pregnancy. It’s a complicated concept he struggles to parse at first—like that first sip of sake or the stickiness of a sweet. It’s something that leaves you pleasantly rounded like a ripe lavender melon, softens the skin on your bones, and allows you to grow into the kimono that was once two sizes too large. It’s something you speak of with overwhelming warmth, a fondness so enticing it’s almost tangible. It’s something the men at the furnace discuss with great pride and merriment, swapping stories of their beautiful, beloved wives and the tiny miracles that dwell within the womb, adoration painted upon weathered countenances.

Miracles. Kabukimono has heard the word once or twice. Miracles, as he has come to learn, are wonderful things wrapped in silks. Newborns swathed in softness. Frail humans who manage to overcome illnesses that are said to snuff both body and soul with the excruciating passage of time. Sometimes a miracle is simple and not nearly as exciting as tales of heroes and villains or a mortal fight for recovery. Sometimes a miracle is waking up to begin another day. Sometimes it's torrential rain battering thirsty farmlands. Sometimes it’s a delicious meal prepared by a loving hand.

If Kabukimono’s existence were to be defined as a miracle, it would be both a grandiose, gilded lie and bittersweet flattery all in one pretty package. Miracles are wanted, loved, and accepted. Disasters, curses, failures—however you wish to name the wandering puppet—are unwanted, despised, and abandoned. Kabukimono may not know every truth of this vast world, but this is one he’s understood from the moment he awoke in a lonesome pavilion.

There is a little miracle growing within you.

“Although they’re not very little now,” you remark, taking his cold, bloodless hands in your warm, blood-filled ones.

You guide them to your belly, secured snugly with a hara-obi, and he averts his gaze, if only to be respectful of the bare flesh you’ve put on display. The men at the furnace note he often stares at you; they’ve said it’s unbecoming of a young man to fix licentious eyes upon a maiden. Once, they joked of repentance for invasive gazes: A man who strays too far from his honor when a lady is involved shall gouge his eyes out and present them to her in hopes of earning forgiveness. Kabukimono, unable to comprehend the sarcasm or the laughter, procured a shard of shattered glass, raised it to his eye, and was promptly stopped by a very concerned Niwa.

“Now listen here,” he had said, addressing the group of chuckling men, “it’s not very honorable to trick others.”

Kabukimono knows that there are two types of tricks: the painful kind and the painless kind. Betrayal falls under the painful category. Swapping his bitter tea for sake falls under the painless category (though he was not spared of the dizzying, disorienting effects or the subsequent hangover). Had he sliced his eyes from his skull, he wonders if he would have felt the sting, the agony, the fluid filling empty eye sockets—if such fluid even exists within his unique anatomy. Kabukimono is grateful for Niwa, for he often rescues him from painless tricks that may turn painful should he follow through with blind trust.

And, had he truly lost his eyes that day, he never would have had the pleasure of looking at you like he does now.

“Not very little…” he parrots, and he can practically feel the heartbeat from your miracle the moment his hands rest upon your belly. It shimmers in the candlelight, but that’s only because you’ve applied herbal oil meant to soothe weary muscles and prevent stretch marks. “How big will it become?”

You hum, idly trace patterns onto the tops of his hands, and say, “It’s difficult to approximate. Imagine…a very big lavender melon.”

Kabukimono can do that. He peers past you at the purple pile on the table, spoils from his last walk. He always returns with too many, but then pregnancy leaves you with a voracious appetite and sometimes you can eat more than one melon in one sitting. It’s very admirable, so he brings more each week and you never stop him.

“That’s big,” he mumbles, awestruck, and he slides a hand across the width of your stomach. “How does it fit?”

“It’s a miracle.”

“Oh.” He leans closer, suspecting he feels movement from within, and he’s proven correct when something shifts under his palms. His eyes, blown so very, impossibly wide, flick up to yours. “It… It moved!”

“Of course,” you say, smiling, and your eyes are the prettiest gemstones in the moonlight. He could stare at them forever. “They kick and squirm often. This, too, is the sweetest miracle.”

“How so?”

“A restless baby means they are alive and well within.” You look like a statue of the gentlest goddess when you cradle your stomach. “It’s all I could ever hope for.”

Curiously, Kabukimono withdraws his hands and lifts the hem of his silks to view his own flat, porcelain stomach. He presses a palm against synthetic skin. It’s cold, but there is life crackling beneath his hand, just barely contained within the frame his mother personally sculpted.

Mother. It’s another word he knows well, but he cannot seem to apply it to anyone other than his creator. But, as he has come to learn, a mother is meant to provide and protect. His mother is currently absent, so she cannot do those things.

“You must have something you want.”

Kabukimono lowers the fabric, cinches it tight, and peers at you. “Something I want?”

“Like a miracle of your own.”

“I am unable to conceive a miracle.”

You stare at him for a moment before laughing a quiet, melodious laugh. “It doesn’t have to be a child. It can be anything you want.”

His hands rise to his chest and he intends to admit his true wish—a heart and a place amongst humans—but instead he says, “I would like a mother for myself.”

“Do you not have a mother, Kabukimono?”

“I do… I did.” He shakes his head, finding that the admittance is too troublesome on his tongue. “I’m…unsure.”

You nod, your features softening with understanding. “Perhaps something else then?” Kabukimono reaches out to touch your belly, hesitates, and draws away, conflicted. You offer an encouraging smile. “You can touch. I don’t mind, and I don’t think the baby minds either.”

And so he does.

“I want to see your miracle when it’s brought into the world,” he whispers, speaking more to your baby than to you. “And I would like to know the miracle of life.”

As if in response, your little miracle kicks.

ii. the miracle of death.

Your little miracle almost fell from the sky that envelops it.

On the way to the furnace, a man bumped into you and you were sent stumbling on uneven ground. Kabukimono does not want to think of what could have happened if he hadn’t been a few steps behind—if he hadn’t rushed to your aid with a quickness rivaling lightning. He’d caught you in his arms and, noting the raw panic sullying such a friendly face, could only exhale a slow, relieved sigh.

When you fell, you were holding your belly, shielding it as if it was worth more than your own life. When you fell, the man who had been the catalyst for this short-lived horror did not jump in to catch you. When you fell, you were a sliver away from tragedy.

Kabukimono tastes red-hot anger in his throat, but he cannot understand where it’s coming from or why it consumes him entirely. But he must get it out of his system. It’s unpleasant and wrong and sordid. He doesn’t like it. Not at all.

And so, later that same day, he repays terror tenfold and leaves the man clinging to the strand he calls life.

“I won’t allow you to take my miracle away.” It’s spoken like a fact, shot through with syllables of deadly certainty. The sharpened tip of his blade prods at the man’s abdomen, a warning, a threat, and a promise all at once. For nearly taking a life, you shall pay for it with your own.

“Your mother?” the man had sputtered, terrified and confused, sticky with sweat and tears.

Kabukimono does not let the man speak again, for the sword sinks into his stomach, and unease morphs into painful torment. To be certain the man won’t survive, Kabukimono twists the sword, sullies his hands in the process, and yanks it free with startling strength. Blood speckles a pristine canvas. It’s warm and wet.

He did not say mother. He did not. You’re a miracle. You are not his mother. You will be a mother to your miracle, not him because he isn’t a miracle.

He did not say mother.

Kabukimono finds himself sitting across from you now. There is a ghastly tear in crimson-spattered silks. You suspect the truth in the liquid staining his attire. Surely you must. But you keep your lips pursed and thread the needle through with expert fingers, humming as you work. Kabukimono sits primly, watching you with bright, indigo hues. You hum a melody he has never heard before.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m uninjured.”

“I’m glad.” You snip the excess string away and tuck the needle into your sewing kit. “It’s fixed. I’m sorry if it looks a little awkward. I’m not the best at—”

“It’s perfect,” he insists, admiring the stitching as if it’s the most valuable thing in all of Teyvat. Irreplaceable, for no one could replicate your exact pattern, and that’s what makes it so special.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

He’s quiet for all of two minutes before the silence shatters his resolve. “Your miracle…” He frowns, suddenly ashamed. “He almost hurt your miracle…”

“But he didn’t, and I have you to thank for that.” You hold your hands out, palms up, and add, “Your hands aren’t meant to break and destroy others. You were given these precious palms to embrace others, to protect others, to respect others.”

Slowly, he places his hands in yours. His seem to weigh heavy like a grimy sin, yet somehow all it takes is a single touch from you and all of his filth is cleansed. His fingers curl around yours, entwining like vines.

“I will embrace others. I will protect others. I will respect others.”

You squeeze his hands reassuringly. “When you’re upset, rather than acting rashly, take a step back and sit with your feelings. If the unpleasant thing persists, come to me and we can discuss. But please don’t take your frustrations out on others. You weren’t made to hurt others.”

“Then if I was not made for destruction, what else could be the purpose for my creation?”

To that, you’re unable to produce a satisfactory reply. Instead, you pull one of your hands free, lick your thumb, lean towards him, and scrub the blood from his cheeks. He blinks at you, unaccustomed to such consideration. The men at the furnace often tease him for trailing after you like a lost, little duckling, seeking your approval and affection. Tonight, since the men are nowhere in sight, he thinks he can allow himself to be greedy without any admonishments from Niwa or Katsuragi. You sure do like that (Name), huh? the latter often muses, exchanging wary, furtive glances with Niwa, as if both are preparing to weather a calamity.

Kabukimono always speaks the truth unless he must take care to conceal it. So when he tells them, I like her more than I like the world that surrounds me, he means it. Because without you there is no world.

“Thank you, Mother,” he murmurs, as if it’s a secret, a title not meant to be uttered by him.

Oh, he said it again. He said mother.

iii. the miracle of motherhood.

Kabukimono kneels at your bedside like an angel of death dressed in the purity of white. He watches you throughout the hour, listening to your cries, your groans, your hisses, while a grandmother assists below, whispering soothing consolations that somehow reach Kabukimono’s ears despite the shrill noises that fill the room. Kabukimono has learned she’s a granny who delivers life, so he puts his faith in her to take good care of you and your miracle.

The process is much longer than he anticipated. Though you’re covered in sweat and tears, your chest heaving, your hand searching for him in the midst of the commotion, you are the most beautiful miracle he has ever known. He closes his hand around yours and you squeeze so hard you might just tear his wrist from the joint. But it doesn’t hurt him, and he spends the afternoon at your side, watching the toll the miracle takes on your body.

He never blinks, burning the scene into his retinas.

Some time later, you are holding your miracle in your arms, tears tracking down your cheeks in salty streaks. Kabukimono watches mother and child with wide, adoring eyes. After all this time, your miracle is finally here! You’re holding such a fragile human and there is love trickling from your lash line. Kabukimono wants to cry with you, but the tears won’t come.

So instead he smiles. You seize his wrist and drag him down to where you rest, and the smile widens.

“Your miracle is leaking,” he observes, and you snort in amusement.

“Crying,” you correct, bumping your forehead with his. “She’s adorable, isn’t she?”

Kabukimono is inclined to agree, but your eyes are not on him. For the first time in the many months he’s been acquainted with you, he is not all you see. Somehow that saddens him, carves a hole into him, but he can’t mourn. He shouldn’t. He’s come to learn that the miracle of childbirth is an occasion worthy of celebration. He should be happy for you—and he is—but there is a pang in his chest. Something is not fitting where it should. Something is amiss.

“I think I’ll name her…Aika.”

“Is it common to give miracles names?”

“Of course. Everyone has a name, even you. We’re all given one the moment we’re born.”

Even me…

Aika continues to cry and you rock her to and fro in your arms, shushing her with a song. She settles within minutes, lulled to sleep, and you follow shortly after. He refuses to leave your bedside, preferring to watch over you like a dutiful guard.

Kabukimono weighs his two warring wants: a name of his own, generously given by his mother, and you. In this very moment, you are attainable. A name, however, is not. But perhaps he can survive without one if it means you’ll accompany him through nameless wandering.

He’s only ever whole when he’s with you.

iv. the miracle of rebirth.

The Balladeer stands at an all-too-familiar doorstep. He has since swapped his pure linens for a shroud of darkness, and he’s taken on a new alias (he refuses to call it a name, for only you can grant him one). You haven’t changed in the many years that have since followed, for you are not fully human like him. Yet you veil yourself in the wonders of humanity, always empathetic in nature, tainted with weak emotions. You will never be human, but then neither will he and there is catharsis in similarity. The both of you stand on equal ground in that regard, or so you might have thought.

He is better because he feels nothing, or so he believes. Perhaps, in the center of the labyrinth that is his mind, he recognizes his flaws and the fact that he is worse because you can accept the many aspects of humanity.

Shrugging these irritations away, he composes himself, squares his shoulders, and knocks thrice. He could forego etiquette altogether, kick your door down, and force himself inside for the sake of a cruel surprise, but he refrains from doing so. He suspects your newest miracle might tumble from your sky if he shocks you and then you will never know the sweet cycle of motherhood again.

You know better than to ignore Death when he comes knocking. The door opens wide; there’s no need to crack it and peek through the thin sliver when you’re already aware of the person who awaits you on the other side.

As he has observed over the course of many months, you do have another miracle, hidden under the softness of a floral-patterned kimono. He smiles at you, sharp and wicked under a blanket of stars, and spreads his arms for a hug.

“Mother,” he says in a sarcastic singsong, knowing it unnerves you terribly when it spills like sin from his lips. “It’s so nice to see you again.”

Like an old habit, you welcome him in. Beyond your doorstep, the corpse of your most recent lover lies slumped and bloodied, decapitated and disemboweled, dragged so far there’s a vermilion trail marking the path. Sometimes you think these humans are not killed by The Balladeer but rather by the sheer ferocity of the hatred and anger he harbors. He’s always diligent with each of your lovers, swooping in the moment he catches their scents, like a predatory cat finely tuned for slaughter.

He palms at your stomach, uncharacteristically gentle. “Aren’t you just full of miracles, Mother?”

There is a little human growing within you, and The Balladeer has made it his duty to bear witness to the birth of each one of your miracles.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere kabukimono #yandere kabukimono x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader

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anemptypuddingcup · 3 months

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Can’t help what can’t be controlled.

Dream Demon!Sanji x Female Reader.

I searched around deep to figure out what Sanji would be, this was the best I could come up with but I hope you’ll enjoy it like the series.

Mares looks more like likes or felines in a way but I really just had a knack for making Sanji a spider and having the most limbs out of everyone.

tagging: @vaquint

Contains: (Representing the Mare in German & Swedish folklore correct me if I’m wrong) Sanji is more related to a spider. Read my dream demon anatomy for more understanding on Sanji’s anatomy. Sanji has four pairs of arms but will only be using three in this series. Sanji comes from under the bed. Sanji unconsciously giving Reader nightmares. (Contrasting the Mares usual behavior) Sanji’s sweet and harmless. Sanji’s very touchy in this fic. Sanji’s also not used to sexual affection so he grows to like it. (He’s literally the most innocent demon out of the rest). Sanji is basically a virgin. Reader teaching Sanji about sex (a little bit of teaching). Sanji has two slender cocks. Lots of making out. A bit of grinding and dry humping. Handjobs. Vaginal and Anal. Double penetration. Lotus to Missionary to Mating Press. Sanji soothing and rocking Reader back to sleep. Very long fic full of porn w slight plot.

You stood there beside your bed, facing your nightstand while you stared into the glass of water resting there. It’s been a rough week for you but none of it could compare to the endless cycle of sleepless nights you’ve had. It was hard to sleep, ever since you started getting more stressed about things. You didn’t know how it started but man did you wish for the cycle to end.

What made all of your nights sleepless and painful were the nightmares you would have. From watching your own death to watching your family’s death and struggles, you’ve felt that you’ve practically went through every nightmare possible in the last week. Just what was causing your brain to have these terrible nightmares, it couldn’t have been the stress.

Then again it could have been.

You sighed out and softly press your fingertips to the glass cup before lifting it and pressing it against your lips. You gulped down the water before setting the glass back onto the wooden surface of your nightstand and turning off your lamp. You slowly climbed into bed, the mattress sinking as it took in your weight and nestled your body with comfort and warmth.

You lie back against your pillow and pull your blankets up close to yourself, stretching your legs out while you shuddered from the cold kissing the bed. You sighed out heavily before finally getting into a comfortable position and closing your eyes.

You focused on the silence surrounding yourself, the silence that practically rung deep within your ears. Part of you began to feel uneasy but you forced yourself to shake it off and to try and relax.

God, you wished you’d fallen asleep sooner.

Within a few minutes later, you found it so hard to sleep. It was this intense and uneasy feeling you had, like someone’s presence was in the room or something was near you.

You shuddered within your bed before a noise makes you already and makes you realize that you’re not the only one inside of your own home.

“Oh my, is she asleep already…? So fast…”

A whisper beneath your bed causes your eyes to shoot open and let out a little yelp in response. You pursed your lips tight and you didn’t even try to move or get out of your bed. Was someone under your bed? But how? You made sure to check every lock on your doors and windows. So how in the absolute hell was someone here beneath your bed?

You flip over onto your back and sat completely still, waiting for whoever it was to just come out already and attack your defenseless little body. You waited…

And waited…

You were still wide awake, and still alert of the intruder that was being a bit stubborn.

You gulped as you felt yourself growing nervous and nauseous. Why wouldn’t they just come out already? You sigh out before enduring the courage to finally speak out and say something.

You inhaled deeply as cold sweats ran down your brow before you exhale shakily and finally speak out to him.

“W-Whose there…?” You asked out so shakily that your throat began to hurt.

Silence continued to spill through the room for a moment before the intruder finally responds to you.

“You…You can hear me?” His French accent was a little thick and he said it as if he was so surprised to realize that he’s been caught. “Y-Yes! I-I can! Come out from under my bed! Now!” You yell, the shakiness of your voice giving away your nervousness. A hand slowly reaches from under your bed and presses against your mattress, a gasp leaving your as you stared at the hand and its claws.

Another hand appears and another…

And another, the amount making your eyes widen with shock and fear while you clenches your quilt tightly in your hands. Eight hands gripped your quilt and began to pull a slender body up from underneath your bed and onto your fluffy bedding.

A groan leaves this…creature as he climbs up and sits up on his knees. He slowly looks down at you, his silhouette only showing himself staring down at you. His crystal-sapphire eyes stares into yours and you could swear that you could see three eyes on that single side of his face that showed.

“Well aren’t you just an adorable little star. A radiant one at that~” He says, his voice so soothing as he spoke. He moves in closer to you, crawling while his eight arms reaches out to you. You gasp out and pull away before turning your head and curling up, shutting your eyes tightly while you felt him moving in on you.

“Hey dear, I’m not here to hurt you. There’s no need to be afraid.” He says, tapping your shoulder with his soft and soothing hand. You slowly look over your should and see his eyes looking into yours, his lips curling up into an adoring smile and giving of a sense of his friendly nature.

“I didn’t think you could hear or see me. I see I was wrong though. You’re quite a beauty, it’s a shame we didn’t speak sooner.” He chuckles, reaching over to your body to which his hands caressed. He pulls you towards him, flipping you over and turning you over to face him. Your eyes still have off fear to him but he smiles and cups your face with his first pair of hands.

His other hands played with yours, fingers circling your palms and the skin of your fingers. “My dear, you’re like a diamond in the fine black sand. A beautiful sight for my six eyes to land on.” He says charmingly, his face moving in closer to inspect yours even more. He presses his chest up against your breasts as a deep tint of blush begins to appear on his face. You still shivered against him, afraid of his appearance but taken back by his gentle approach.

You peer down at his arms and quirk a brow, realizing that only six remained instead of eight.

“W-Where did…I thought you had eight arms…?” You pointed out, looking down at the now three pairs of arms he had. “Ah yes~ I can hide them as I please. They just disappear and reappear you see?” He hums, showing him retracting his arms repeatedly before hiding them fully once again. He chuckles as he watches your face shift and buries his head between your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Well, what’s your name sweetie?” He asked you, still having his head buried within your neck. “________…and yours?”

“Sanji Vinsmoke, a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman such as yourself.” He hums out. You yawned and peered down at him and his golden blonde strands, looking at how they curled up on the back of his head.

“U-Um…Are you friendly…?” You asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t after you. He lifts his head and nods profusely. “Of course I am! I’m not out for you! Not a pretty little lady like you!” He says, deep comfort and promise etched deep in his words. You nodded and sighed out before plopping back against your pillows, a sleep groan leaving past your lips.

Sanji tilts his head before sitting onto the mattress and crossing his legs.

“Are you sleepy dear?” He asks you, quirking a brow and putting a hand to your chin. You nodded and blinked sleepily, rubbing your eyes sleepily. “I’ve been sleepy but I can’t sleep because I’ve been having nightmares…” You whine out, turning over. Sanji paused before letting out a nervous laugh and scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh dear…that may be my fault…” He sighs out before grasping his chin with his other hand.

You freeze before slowly sitting up and staring into his eyes.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your tone dark as anger slowly began to spill from it. Sanji looks at you nervously with his three eyes before sighing out and setting himself beside you. “Well…I am a creature who causes nightmares. One of many actually. If you were asleep when I got close up against your breasts, I would’ve given you a nightmare. I promise that I mean no harm, if I could produce dreams I would…” He explains to you, pressing a hand to your back and rubbing it softly.

You sighed out and settled in bed again, too fed up to even argue or yell at Sanji. “So you’re the reason I’m having these nightmares every night?” You asked upsettingly, now knowing that he’s the culprit of the terrible nightmares and sleepless nights you’ve been having.

“I’m sorry sweetheart I really am. I’m not in control of what nightmare you have…I just make you have one.” He says, his words sincere along with his worrisome facial expression. “It’s okay…if you’re going to give me another, please just do it now so I can go to sleep.” You sigh out, flipping over onto your back and staring up at him. You hold your arms out to him, expecting him to lay against your body and relax…but he hesitates fully.

He stares down at your breasts before looking away, not really wanting to give you another nightmare. He wanted to help if anything.

“Um…sweetie. I don’t want to give you a nightmare. Not if this is what my work’s been doing to you and your body.” He says, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you up from your pillows.

You stare at him blankly.

“Then what now? Aren’t you supposed to give me a nightmare and go about your night?” You asked him, fed up and just tired. “I’m not obligated to do this. Yes it’s my job, but not if it’s doing this to a lovely lady like you. I’d rather help you sleep than keep you wide awake and restless.” He sighs out before giving you a heartwarming smile. You press your hand to your temple and let out a stressed sigh before nodding, not caring what he does as long as he lets you sleep.

“Fine. Just be quick with whatever you’re going to do so I can sleep. I have work tomorrow.” You groaned, your brows furled in irritation. He smiles and pulls you close to him once again before chuckling softly. His first pair of hands cups your face and caresses your cheeks, his other two pairs running beneath your shirt and along your soft skin. “I wouldn’t want to rush it, but anything for you sweetie.” He says sweetly to you.

You shiver at his touch and watched as he buries his face against your neck once again, his soft lips peppering kisses against the soft skin of your neck while he runs his thirty fingers along the soft skin of your tummy, sides and your back. “What’re you planning to do? Are you going to give me a massage and such?” You asked him, gasping out softly while you press your hand against his soft and silky strands.

“A little more than that love. How about a bit of stress relief to relax you? You’re stressed from work and sleep deprivation yes?” He offers to you, his fingers running soft circles along the back of your ears. You mewl out and shudder before smirking at his touch, your arms wrapping around his soft and slender body while he buries himself in your embrace. “I’d like that…such a gentleman~” You hum out sweetly to him, his third set of arms pulling your legs up and around his hips while his second set begins to remove and pull your shirt over your head.

He pulls your shirt off and hums out at your sweet scent, burying his head deep between your breasts and mewling out. “Such soft skin, aren’t you lovely?~” He hums out, his three sapphire eyes peering up into yours. You moan out at his soft hands touching at your skin, his lips pressing sticky yet sweet smooches against the skin of your neck and chest.

You feel him push his crotch against your clothed cunt and you gasp out before shutting your eyes softly. A heavy gasp leaving past you lips gains Sanji’s attention, and you feel him smirk against your neck while pressing more kisses to your skin. You feel a pair of his hands trail up to your breasts as he cups them, making you jerk and yelp out from his cold touch.

“Sanji~” You sigh out his name while he continues grinding between your legs. You could feel his cock growing hard beneath his robe while he lets out a shaky gasp.

Though it felt rather odd.

He smiles but huffs out shakily, not very used to this type of affection or contact with anyone. “T-This feels nice~” He mewls, his first pair of arms wrapping around your neck while he grinds into you.

His hips speed up and his thrusts grow fervent and desperate, his third pair of hands lifting his robe and pulling his briefs down a bit. He reveals his two erections to you and you’re a bit stunned. Both of his tips were leaking with affection and neediness, he wanted you so dearly. “T-They’re…hot, a-and they’re…hard..?” He says shakily with questioning tone lingering in his voice.

It was then that you realized that Sanji probably didn’t know much about sexual affection. He probably thought there wasn’t more to just the touching and the kisses he was providing.

Just what was this change in attitude is what he was thinking to himself. He’s never felt like this before so it’s no surprise that he would want more from you. You were still staring at his hardened cocks and you peer back up at him to see that his face is deep in color and shade. Sanji hesitated to continue but you pull him closer while pulling off your panties.

“You don’t have to be shy Sanji. Please continue if you’d like to~” You say sweetly to him, offering him the choice to continue. He sighs and nods before pressing his body back against yours tightly, his hips moving automatically and grinding his heat against yours. “It feels so n-nice love~ Oh goodness this feels so nice~” He whines out shakily, grinding one cock against your bare cunt his he palms the other.

You let out soft moans as you felt his length slide between your folds, his tip occasionally sliding against your clit and making you tremble. You reach your hand out and grab one of his shafts softly before sliding your hand along it, stroking him while he moans out. He shudders a bit above you, propping himself up on his knees and thrusting up into your hand. You mewl out and use your other hand to fondle the tip of his cock, providing pleasure to most angles of his length.

“Oh!~ Like that! Just like that please~” He huffs out, now practically fucking his cock up into your hand. Your grip tightens slightly as you watched him thrust in and out of your hand, your other hand reaching for his other cock. You begin to stoke both of them and he moans out louder and shakily. You could feel his cocks twitch within your hands and you knew that he was certainly close to cumming.

“Oh~ O-Oh god!~ I-I feel something coming!~” Sanji whines out, his body growing shaky as he bucks his hips into your hands. His third pair of hands gets a grip of your waist while his second pair stayed and massaged your breasts.

As someone who was close to cumming, he was skilled at multitasking with your body.

You let out soft and pleasurable moans as you enjoyed the feeling of his soft yet chilling hands against your breasts. “You’re close to cumming aren’t you Sanji?” You asked him teasingly, massaging his shafts a bit faster while he lets out a sudden yelp. “I-Is this what this feeling i-is? T-Then yes! I a-am close!~” He huffs out, a bit of drool spilling past his lips as he began to struggle keeping his balance on his knees.

You kept your legs tight around his hips while you felt his body shuddering through your thighs. “Cum on my body Sanji, don’t hesitate to make a mess on me~” You say softly to him, your words making him whine out with a nod. You felt his hands grip your body a bit tighter and at that point he was just ready to cum out onto your lovely skin.

His face scrunches up and he exhaled heavily and shakily, his hands shaking against your body.

“Ahh!~ M-Mmgh!~” His voice grows louder and he throws his head back before finally releasing out into your skin, his cum hot thick and sticky against the skin of your tummy and breasts. You hum out in response and he slowly lies down against your body, feeling the need to recover. “Ahh~ Ah…I-I’m s-sorry love. I didn’t want to…dirty you up like that…” He huffs out shakily, his six hands trembling against your body while he lied there.

You pat his head in response before giggling. “It’s okay sweetheart, I said you could.” You say in response, pressing your hands against his shoulders while he looks up at you with teary eyes. “W-What was that feeling…? I’ve never felt something like it. Is this what everyone calls…arousal?” He asked you, slowly sitting up but struggling to gain the strength. You nodded and pulled him close, keeping his body pressed up against yours.

Sanji stares up into your eyes for a moment, his mind filled with so much questions and curiosity.

“Is there more to it than just this…?” He asked you with curiosity in his voice, moving in closer to you. You smiled and nodded to him, slowly sitting up from your pillows while staring down at him. “Yeah…There is more to it. There’s plenty more to it than just kissing and teasing touches Sanji.” You say to him softly, sitting up straight while his pretty eyes looked into yours. Sanji groans and slowly sits up before looking at your body up and down.

You giggle at his wandering eyes and grab his chin softly before pulling him close to your face. You give him a little kiss before pulling back and whispering into his ear. “Would you like to see what your two cocks can do to me Sanji?” You asked him, giving him a sly smirk while looking into his eyes. Sanji trembles at your words and sighs out shakily.

“Y-Yes I’d love to…Please show me…”

You softly lie him down against your pillows, noticing the nervousness in his face and eyes. Yes he was curious but he also didn’t know exactly what to do but watch you. You untie his robe sash before slowly pulling it open, a smile appearing across your face as you stared at his pretty and slender body. He wasn’t too thin but he had a beautiful body shape.

Sanji shudders as the cool air hits his skin and his bare erections prod out beneath his briefs. “I-It is rather cold in your room.” Sanji says, his teeth nearly chattering from how cold it was in your room. “It’s okay Sanji, we’ll be warming up in just a moment okay?” You whisper to him. He nods and watched as you began to touch him, your fingers running over his leaking tips.

“You’re still hard Sanji, are you pent up sweetheart?” You asked him, pressing your lips against his one of his tips. He gasps out and bites his bottom lip, his curly brows furling at the feeling of your tongue against his sensitive tip. “P-Please- I-It’s not s-sanitary to lick down there~” He says embarrassingly.

“It’s fine Sanji~”

God he was so adorable. How could a man be adorable yet handsome at the same time.

You chuckle and lift your head before sitting back and staring at him for a moment.

“Do you want to know how it feels to be inside of a woman Sanji?” You asked him, sitting up and staring at him. “Y-Yes…M-May you show me…?” He asked eagerly, one of his hands teasingly playing with his shaft.

“Of course I will~ But I have to look for something first.” You tell him, reaching over your bed and grabbing the knob of your nightstand drawer. You pull open the drawer to your nightstand, looking around for your lube so Sanji could have a bit of an easier entry.

“Give me one second okay?” You tell him, digging around in your nightstand while he watched impatiently. You dig around for a bit until you pull out a bottle of substance and close the drawer. You show the bottle to him and he looks at you with slight worry. “W-What is that supposed to be love?” He asked you, nervous for you to put whatever that was onto your body. You giggled at his nervousness, adoring how sweet and cute he was.

“It’s lubricant Sanji, it’ll help you slip inside of me a bit better~” You explained to him with a sweet little smile across your face. He sighs out and nods, watching as you opened the bottle. You open the bottle and pour a bit out onto your hand before setting the bottle down and begin rubbing your hands together.

You press your hands against Sanji’s warm erections and he jumps before gasping out suddenly. “Cold! O-Oh that’s cold!” He yelps, not liking this temperature play that he was receiving. “I’m sorry baby..” You apologize, rubbing the lubricant all along his two cocks and making him mewl out shakily. He moans out as he enjoys the feeling of your warm hands stroking his shafts, making sure you coated his cocks well in the lubricant.

You stop and he whines out, wanting for feel more of your palms and fingers against his hot length.

You slowly sit back down before spreading your legs open to Sanji, revealing your pussy to him and spreading yourself open before rubbing a bit of lube onto your already soaking pussy. You do the same with your rear entrance while Sanji watches in anticipation, his body trembling with impatience while his cocks throbbed for you.

After making sure both you and him were good enough, you slowly crawl over to him and hover your hips over his. Sanji presses his third pair of hands to your hips and helped keep yourself steady while you began aligning both of his cocks to your front and rear entrances.

“Are you ready Sanji?” You asked him, sliding your hips just slightly against his tips. “Yes~ Yes love I’m so ready for this~ Please…don’t rush yourself though…” He says, huffing out as he stares into your pretty eyes once more. You smile at his thoughtfulness and nodded in response to him. “I will…thank you Sanji.” You respond.

You huff out before slowly and steadily lowering yourself down onto his lengths, a moan leaving both your lips and Sanji’s as he watched. You exhale shakily as he begins to stretch both of your holes with his lengths, his cocks sliding in easily due to the lube. Sanji couldn’t help but to moan out at the feeling of your insides sucking him in, your velvety walls taking his cocks in and clinging on to them.

“Mmmgh~ F-Fuck Sanji~” You huff out his name shakily, your brows furling at the slightly painful stretch his cocks provided. Sanji notices and stops you, his second pair of hands gripping your sides and holding you in place.

“Please take your time dear, you don’t have to rush it for me.” He says with worry, his body sitting up slightly to help you. You whine out to him but nodded. “O-Okay…” You say to him, wrapping your arms around him and holding on to his body. “We can take as long as we need to, there’s no rush to this is there darling?” Sanji softly says to you, his hands to your sides and hips pulling you closer to him.

You obeyed and took your time, continuing to take your time lowering your hips on both of his dicks while soft mewls left past your lips. You could feel him deep inside of you, his cocks practically giving you a cute little bulge within your lower tummy. Sanji hisses out at the warmth of your inside enveloping his lengths as you finally bottom out, a moan fall after while you begin to wrap your legs around his hip.

“So deep~ Your cocks feels so good inside of me already Sanji~” You say to Sanji, a sweet little mewl rolling after your words. Sanji hums out and buried his head between your neck once again, his first pair of hands already toying at your breasts before he even started moving. “You’re so warm inside…and so soft and tight~ I-Is this what a lady feels like on the inside?~” He asks you, a soft moan leaving pats his lips as he felt your walls beginning to pulsate around his lengths.

“Yes~ This is what we feel like on the inside~ So soft and w-warm…” You spill out, now yearning the urge to move your hip. Sanji lifts your hips up a bit, causing you to gasp out and catching his attention. “Is this how I’m supposed to move? I just…thrust? Like I was doing earlier?” Sanji asks, needing a bit of reassurance and teaching.

“You can move me too when I’m on top of you…but yes. You thrust your hips in and out but you have to have a rhythm to it…You can’t just be too sloppy with it…” You tell him, your hands beginning to play at his curls. “You can thrust hard or go soft depending on how much force for you want in your thrusts…Speed could also apply to that too.”

“Whether you want to go hard and fast or soft and slow…is up to you Sanji. You can do any angle or position you’d like with me too…I can teach you a bit…if you’d like me to…”

Your face was burning hot as you explained it to him. You didn’t know much about sex yourself, but you knew enough to get by and help Sanji learn as well.

You were hoping you explained it enough for him to understand and you were guessing you didn’t because Sanji fell silent. You sit up and stare down at him and he smiles before lifting your hips up a bit. He slowly began thrusting up into you, making a few moans automatically spill past your lips. His cock inside of your cunt was kissing your cervix and you had realized that you’d forgotten to tell him about soft spot.

“O-Oh~ S-Sanji~” You gasp out his name as he lies you down onto the mattress, his smirk a bit sly if not mischievous. He slowly begins to thrust into you, the feeling of his shafts massaging your walls making you moan out. You huff out and bit your lip softly, watching as Sanji thrusted in and out of your pussy and ass at a normal pace.

Sanji was silent as if he was focusing and concentrating, making sure he was doing the process right and learning correctly. By the way your face was contorting and twisting, he knew he was doing something right or at least he hoped so. He thrusts into you at a bit of a different angle and you gasp out sharply, making him halt for a moment. “A-Are you alright?- Did I hurt you?” He asked, a bit of worry sinking into his voice.

“N-No you didn’t~ Y-You just hit the right spot~” You chuckle, reassuring him. Sanji exhales out of relief and begins to thrust in the same spot, making you moan out a bit loader while you watched him. Sanji begins to groan out as he felt your pussy tighten around his first cock, one of his hands trailing up along your soft tummy and groping you.

He could feel his cocks entering in and out of you, feeling a bulge prodding through your lower tummy every time he thrusted inside of you. “You feel so wonderful sweetheart~ Your- y-your…your pussy…feels so wonderful around my length~” He sighs out hesitantly. You mewl out sweetly to him as he lifts his hips a bit. You trail your hand down to your pussy, your fingers circling your clit while he fucked you with love.

“Your cocks feel good inside of me too Sanji~ You’re so deep inside~” You mewl out shakily before gasping out suddenly, feeling his fingers teasing your nipples. Sanji moans out shakily, his thrusts staring to get a bit more harder and faster inside of you. You let out a shaky little whine as you watch and feel his hips thrust into you a bit sharper.

“Mmgh! S-Sanji!~” You whined, shutting your eyes slowly while you enjoy the feeling of him shoving his cocks farther inside of your entrances. You feel him scoot his body up a bit more, his hands pushing your legs up far past your chest. A gasp leaves both of you, your pussy and ass sucking his cocks in deeper inside while enjoyed the feeling.

“F-Fuck~ Sanjiiii~” You mewl out his name so needily, wrapping your arms around his thin midsection while he hums out softly at your sweet little voice.

“Hah~ Keep squeezing me just like that please dear~ I-It feels so good~” He groans as his curly-brows scrunching up while his lips begin to part open a bit unconsciously.

Pushing his chest up against your soft breasts, he stares down into your eyes while he slammed his hips harder against yours causing you to release your voice even more. Your eyes roll up a bit and you’re a bit unresponsive, your moans all needy and loud as if you were close to breaking. You could hear the squelching noises of him entering and exiting your cunt and ass repeatedly.

You could tell that Sanji was getting swallowed by the pleasure, his eyes were tearing up and he was growing more vocal. His moans were beautiful and angelic the more he fucked your two sticky holes.

“Hah! M-Mmgh~ S-Sanji!” Your nails scratch along the skin of his back and your toes curled as you felt him give you a deep and sharp thrust. You felt the wind being knocked out of you as your body rocks from his harsh and desperate thrusts inside your pussy and ass.

You couldn’t help but to arch your back and turn your head, gasping and moaning out while you began to grow sensitive and close to your orgasm. “Oh sweetheart~ O-Oh god my sweetheart~” Sanji moans out, his hands sliding along your back and your hips. You mewl and shudder at his sweet touches and and turn to look at him.

“I-I’m c-close again my dear~ May I please cum inside of you?~ May I fill up both of your orifices with my cum?~” Sanji begged, asking while his voice grew so whiny and needy. He wanted to cream your pussy and ass, he wanted to fill you up and claim you for his own. Filling you up with his cum would be the best thing he’s ever done for both you and himself.

You moan out shakily before giggle at his neediness. “Y-Yes~ F-Fill me up Sanji~ Cum deep inside of me please baby~” You mewl out, pressing your hand to the back of his head and pulling his face close to yours. Sanji blinks before moaning softly, watching as you trails your thumb across his soft lips.

He moves in and presses his lips against yours, and you kept him close while you felt yourself ready to release in his lengths. Sanji could feel you trembling against his skin as he felt the warmth appear in the pit of his stomach again. “Ahh~ I-I’m- I’m close again~” Sanji whines out, his hands gripping your thighs and his nails scratching along your soft skin.

A heavy gasp left your lips in response before you pull him in tighter into your embrace, your legs tighter around his hips. “Inside!~ Please cum inside of me Sanji!~” You moan out, wanting him to release inside of you. “I-I’m going to!~” He moans, his voice shaky as he looks into your eyes. You nodded and mewl out suddenly, your arms tight around his body as you felt him thrust a little deeper inside of you.

Sanji nods and begin to pick up the pace, his hips rocking into your desperately as he pushed himself far over the edge. “Ah~ L-Love~” He mewls out, his body shuddering while his hands trembles against your skin. He lets out a sharp gasp before moaning out, his face twisting as his lengths twitched within your walls.

“Gh~ I-I’m cumming~ Ahhh~” He exhales sweetly, burying his face into your breasts while he moans out shakily. “P-Please S-Sanji~ I-I’m so close as well~” You hum sleepily, your walls gripping his shafts tightly yet pulsating around him.

“Agh!~ Ah! F-Fuck! I-It’s coming!~” He whines out a final time before finally releasing into you, a gasp shortly falling after as his knees dug deep into the mattress. His hands clawed against your skin while he came, his orgasm obviously strong and hitting him like a brick.

“Mmgh! O-Oh Sanji!~” You hug him tight and keep him close as you finally release with a heavy whine followed by a gasp, your cum spurting out onto his lower abdomen while you held on tight to him. You breathe heavily before sighing out satisfyingly, your body settling into you fluffy pillows and sheets beneath your body.

Sanji’s hand movements ceased as you relaxes his head against the valley of your breasts, his eyes staring into yours with pure love and attraction as he watched you begin to drift away. He holds your hips softly before removing himself, both you and him releasing moans as he slowly pulled out of your entrances.

He watched as your entrances spill his cum out onto your sheets while you lord there in place, yawning tiredly. You slowly turn over onto your side and Sanji pulls the blankets onto your body, his body settling into bed with you and holding you close to him.

He could tell by your breathing and by your still body that you had fallen asleep already, and he was ecstatic to help you. A smile was spread across his face as he stared at your sleeping frame, watching your chest rise and fall while you slept there peacefully.

His hand runs through your soft strands as he presses a soft smooch to your temple. Wrapping his arms around you, he slowly began rocking your body which made you hum happily in response.

“Goodnight sweetie…I’ll see you tomorrow morning…” He whispers to you softly, his arms keeping your nude body close while you snuggled up against him.

Finally…No more lonely and painful nights without sleep…

Sanji was here to help you…

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