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undress, destress, make a mess. revel with the rebellious devil on your right. baby, make a red dress feel like persephone’s crown, you can't help it if the city's always fucking angry. ♰

SEVENTEEN; basilisk of men, survivor of boys. ♰ ⠀ : ⠀fanfics, nsfw, poetry!

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okay, tired of reblogging now, but if you wanna read about my black! vampire oc, explore through @ourolite and we hope to hear from you soon ! xox

[ourolite2]

　　　　　　 　　 ༅ 𝓕rankincense 𐙚 ˙

♱ all sobriquets +pseudonyms. ࿓ franky ( universal ). lord frankenstein ( what she insists people call her as if they insist on being formal ). frankenstein ( via her daughter, yashmi ). frank ( via people who know her well when she needs comfort/to be calmed down or soothed- especially with psychosis flare-ups ).

ᰍ overall notables. some wordings in the quotes of frankincense may be tricky to translate, not only due to her usage of spanglish, but due to her disorganized speech as a symptom of schizophrenia. she’ll fuck anyone up over her daughter and this is a well known fact. others can never differentiate her warning smile from her genuine smile, so better to use context. doesn’t flinch at threats or "life-threatening situations". frequently detaches limbs and appendages when she needs a good stretch, or just to scare the shit out of some people. ᰍ standard physical facts. 5’7. has stitch marks in various places ( such as around her ankles and wrists for example ). has very long, black, glossy hair which ends mid-ass, as well as naturally long black nails which she often trims below half their natural length. long, black tongue, a silver star ingrained in her left cornea due to being from khaenri'ah, and star tattoos galore!

დ genshin au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ spider-verse au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a ( temporarily ).

ᰍ age appearance. twenty-three ( 23 ). ᰍ birthday. april 4th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. ( varies per au ), african-american, + dominican. ᰍ gender, prns, + sexuality. woman (afab), she/they, + greyromantic and pomosexual.

ᰍ sun sign. aries. ᰍ MBTI. istp-t, the turbulent virtuoso.

ᰍ likes. the appearance and concept of stars! spicy food is life. her most trademark-like hobbies are playing darts and playing with guns. her aim is impeccable so it’s a fun pass time, but she fixates on it more than usual when her schizophrenia is beginning to flare up more than usual, therefore despite enjoying it, the activity often evolves into anxiety/ a feeling of impending doom if she finds it hard to stop engaging. chivo guisado, churros, tres golpes, mangoes, spinach, raisins and blueberries are some favorite foods. illunis is her favorite person, second to yashmi-noir. detaching her limbs to scare people is fucking hilarious and always cheers her up. loves sand dunes, but ESPECIALLY star dunes!!! cocky people are entertaining, and unexpectedly soft people are cupid arrows. loves tattoos ( of stars mostly ), rings and tree climbing/tree napping, and her favorite colors are blood red and plum purple— the colors of bruises. ᰍ dislikes. cannabis is a horrible trigger for schizophrenia, so she avoids it. the same can be said for other drugs like cocaine, LSD, and alcohol. biggest ick is people setting bad examples when they know impressionable ass kids are nearby. highly protective, so she detests carelessness around her child period. second biggest ick is people giving her skeptical advice, particularly when she asks them questions and they can hardly explain why it makes sense. doesn’t really like advice period, as she’s overly independent and skeptical. massages and excessive physical contact with people she’s not closely familiar with. doesn’t like watching sparring because it makes her want to join, and she knows she can’t because she barely knows when to stop. condescension and manipulation will get you killed. getting hungry for life-force energy. hates tight asses and gets bored as hell around them— even annoyed depending.

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

Chat: Confused & Frustrated ୨୧ "Don't make no frankin-sense.."

Chat: Threatening ୨୧ “*Glances at Yashmi and holds a glare at the Traveler while removing her hands by the wrist.* Here, Yashmi, take Mommy’s hands before she uses them.”

Good Morning ୨୧ “Tres golpes again, is that what we’re makiiiiing? Hm.. Oh, you’re up too, alright, okay cool, make it! We’re— Oh, no sabes como?! That’s fine, that’s fiiine, you can learn how to make tres golpes conmigo! I’ll tell you what, gonna need lots of salami frito we are. Vamos, vamos!”

Windy Days ୨୧ “Wind’s windy, windy, bendito. Head with us inside for a while? You’re cold, sí o no? Well come on then! Need me to talk to Yashmi on you?”

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does anyone here know what a churel is? curious, cus one of our KNOWLEDGABLE ASS MUTUALS DID, that shit was CRAZY. WHO KNOWS WHAT A CHUREL IS!??! ITS SO SPECIFIC

[ourolite2]

꒰꒰ CONCEPT.ㅤ some lovely general headcanons with even lovelier jihane and a few lovely honorable mentions in the midst ! so much lovable energy in the air when jihane's around, no? ꒰꒰ ALLERGY WARNING.ㅤ includes ... yonic massaging, afab!reader, female anatomy mentioned, no she/her prns, no feminine sobriquets, implied insecure y/n, mentions of clitorial orgasms, slight breast play, & eventual fingering.

੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who’s a doggy-coded individual who ensures your vitality, welfare, and comfortability, but before that she was simply a flirtatious clerk that didn’t waste much time to evince that she’s extremely drawn to you, desiring at least an ounce of reciprocation, for she believed that she could make you reciprocate your adoration towards her completely.

੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who never used you for your money, even before the relationship! hence you only bought supplies from her, not to mention that she’s proven the authenticity of her products multiple times with multiple clients. an antique shop that contained metaphysical products isn’t something you see everyday at all, not to mention that the manager is the metaphysician in question. as a beginner spiritualist, you’d rather focus on your journey instead, and she was extremely helpful. you knew you were the utmost comfortable around her, so you didn’t mind coming over incessantly to give her your money, for she advises certain things throughout your purchases to prove that she isn’t there to scam you, but to admire your flourishing.

੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who thrives off teasing you at times; it’s a guilty pleasure, seeing as she doesn’t seek for your discomfort, but just look at how cute your face looks when you’re flustered by her seemingly guileless acts. such as her mint-bloom chrysoprase-based gemstones entrapping her waist to accentuate the way her hips moved sinuously with each step she took, perhaps the way she rested her shoulders on the surface of the cashier’s desk, the deepening of her mocha-imbued arch displaying itself alongside of the duel dimples just above her low-rise baggy jeans.

“o, this? noting (nothing) to your eye, promotes good business. i’m not entirely reliant on crystals, but you’ve been makin’ a business boom as of lately. i was curious if i could keep you around a lil’ longer? heh, perhaps a few discounts for another one of those seraphic smiles?”

੭᱙. metaphysicist!lover who rambles about their new trinkets towards you, vents to you about the frustrations of her career, or seeks to comfort you in obsequious ways just to ensure your insecurities would wilt incessantly when she praises or touches you. one way to do such is to give you massages after a long day; they’re not 5-star massages, but she does relieve the tension within you, for she touches you like you’re crafted from the most authentic porcelain. it started off with simple hand massages, to feet, to legs, to back, to full body. though, there was one that she was interested in trying out as well, claiming that it would not only mend your comfortability with yourself, but help you wonder what exactly you’re interested in. sexually, of course…

𑁤 𝐁illows of wispy lavender clouds permeated the air as crystalline pearls of tears rushed in rivulets from the corners of your semi-crinkled eyes, potentially muddling your vision more as the moments glided into saccharine memories. The rapturous scent, followed by a fine layer of honeyed almond oil on your glinting skin, was enough to establish the sedative amenity. The oil in question delved into your pores with the assistance of a sepia-shaded hand amorously kneading into your upper abdominal region, likely wanting to add solace to your kidneys since they’re too connected to the svadhisthana chakra. Your desire levels were having a dispute with your insecurities after all, so as your guide, she felt compelled to mend such sacredly for you.

Her left palm was cuffing your vulva with considerable pressure, gradually circling her hand in a clockwise manner to cause lower levels of stimulation; you’ve came twice from your clit alone, so she didn’t desire to overwhelm you during your first session. Low, rhythmic moans eluded your chamomile-oiled lips, successfully earning a contented smile from the metaphysician who took it as a sign to maintain the preferred pace. Her right hand, which was granting you kidney massages, journeyed down to your waist before bestowing a gentle squeeze upon it, disarmingly alerting you to blink away your blissful tears and look down at her.

“Invite me to your waist, would you?” Jihane’s a gentlewoman at heart, though any woman who is capable of utilizing such an innately beatific, guileless tone for something so puckishly endearing is an individual you may have to keep a close eye on. If you’re not blissed out during the time, that is. Disregarding the possibility, you nodded in affirmation causing her to grasp onto your waist, pulling you down closer to her other palm, (un)intentionally forcing a louder moan from you.

“I can tell your sacral hasn’t been refined in a while, has it? A shame since you’re so divine, but no fret, no fret. ‘Tis what I’m here for, yes?”

You shook your head mindlessly in return as your hips buckled sinuously against her hand, essentially seeking for more friction as her words brought warmth to your inundated lips. Instinctively, she shushed you while massaging your waist a little, but little does she know, or as much as she inferred, it solely stimulated you more, earning more hip rolls against the surface of her palm. Frankly, if this was more of a professional setting, she wouldn’t have given in so easily, but you’re more than just a paying customer, after all. If you haven’t assumed by now, she likes you.

“You’re a renaissance beauty, my beloved,” She proceeded to deify your features with a seraphic smile, one that contained dimples as profound as the deepest depths of the aquatic trenches, one that was also imbued with a plethora of secrets that were made just for you to explore. Your heart tickled pink as she slowly lifted her hand from your pussy, watching the sticky strands of cum extend from the slippery lips and onto the surface. The ardent warmth had little to no time to suffice, for she was already pushing her two fingers inside of you, earning a whimper-resembling moan to reassure her abrupt thoughts.

“A painting encircled in a gold portrait, one with medieval patterns inlaid within. Heh, I must tell my guides about you.”

Tears proceeded to pour endlessly from your eyes as she massaged your G-spot right after finding it with little to no effort. Your back then began to arch off the silky duvets you were lying supine on before she tittered at the heavenly sight, sliding her hand back up your skin to grasp onto one of your breasts once more, squeezing it fondly before kneading into its corpulence. Ridding the professionalism permanently, she crawled close enough so that your leg was between hers, bending over to replace her hand with her lips. Your hand immediately went to the back of her neck as she began lathering your breast with slobber, adorning it with audacious, tender bites.

“Now, sit pretty and enjoy yourself, m’kay?” She insisted breathlessly after taking an appreciative moment to suck on it; it was miraculous that she was capable of multitasking like this, ensuring that you felt your most divine and beautiful during such a vulnerable hour. Even the mere thought of meaning this much to her was enough to excite you in a plethora of new ways. “This is a private session, and I just so happen to be a little free this evening.”

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AND HERE’S JIHANES HEADCANONS. typing this as the clock changed to 4:44, that’s a sign that she’s gonna receive some love soon i can feel it. if not from anyone new then shiiiiiiit, i’ll be there for my baby it’s okay. i’m telling you… the crimes.. i’d commit….

no but really, this is the first post of yk hcs or anything for her, she’s brand new i’m so EXCITED!!!

[ourolite2]

　　　　　　　 　 ༅ 𝒥ihane 𐙚 ˙

♱ all sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ ora, love, sinning star, haniel, love junior, shopkeeper ji, grandmother/grandma, trinketeer, the high priestess, doc, miss ji, satan, little love, sunshine, & ji.

ᰍ overall notables. this woman is known for having a smile that could make the cosmos bow their head in submission, and I’m not implying that it’s cunning. full pretty lips, the deepest dimples, and the sweetest titters that corresponds with her innately wholesome voice. has dimples quite literally everywhere — one forehead, four on her cheeks, two on her back, it’s crazy fr. once more, her voice is innately on the higher side, though far from annoying. it’s memorably saccharine, cloying, and sentimental, the personification of the most iridescent bubbles. a kind of voice that brings bundles of warmth and nostalgia; it’s a given that children are attracted to such due to its purity, so she’s often seen around the little kids of any presented au. has a subtle lisp. often refers to associates or recent friends as angel or cherub. ᰍ standard physical facts. blonde patch in the front near the left side of her hair in human form. hair and skin is impractically soft considering her djinn side represents the elemental plane of air and clouds. keeps her djinn bottle as an earring accessory (considering its gold accents that corresponds with her brown attires and insignificant size, no one suspects it, but when they do, it’s not like they’re capable of snatching it off, for she has a spell that binds it to her ear permanently). has a silver smiley piercing which she naturally shows off.

დ genshin au notables! n/a (temporarily). დ spider-verse au notables! n/a (temporarily). დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a (temporarily).

ᰍ age appearance. nineteen (19). ᰍ birthday. may 25th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. (varies depending on the au), african-american, + moroccan. ᰍ gender, prns, sexuality. agender, she/her (though doesn’t care much), + panromantic & ninsexual.

ᰍ sun sign. gemini. ᰍ MBTI. infj-t (the turbulent advocate).

ᰍ likes. heartstrings… but the word. the word is just so goddamn pretty to her. foamy soap dispensers. foamy facial cleansers. witchcraft. toy collecting. mango tea. tarot reading (giving & receiving). ghost hunting. black olives. artifact hunting/paranormal activity in general. palmistry. wind chimes omg. dream catchers omg. incense making. oh muh gud her friends!!! aerial silk (in genie form). moonwater. cake pops, so yummy!!!! piranhas. mochi. onesies. fucking berries… raspberries, black berries, blue berries, no matter. reading magazines. henna artistry. gold, gold, gold! cardigans. ACCESSORIES THAT JINGLE! tangia w/ fucking oxtails... favorite stew. loves stews and soups in general… or potato salad lol. puppies! very cute. philosophy, duh. listening to the ocean in seashells. cherubs. mud masks for face or hair, mud baths.. .the earth. LOVES the rain omg. thunder, lightning, strong wings- ok storms as well BUT primarily just rain. lingerie. igneous rocks. low-waisted pants. fossils. + aloe butter. ᰍ dislikes. unnecessary and unasked for criticism. bombarding/unnecessary questions. rude or mentally/physically destructive customers. trypophobia. sudden upcoming mental breakdowns. cream of wheat. oversleeping. too much dairy (is lactose intolerant). stubborn, cat-coded characters!!! (“mh… it’s more of a guilty pleasure! all of my doted darlings are little mittens that keep me warm… argh, during the summer, that is”…) lost jewelry. terrible hair days. terrible mental health days, which leads to her dressing like a grandma fr. unanswered questions. frequent migraines. yo-yos (she could never do it :(.) scorpions. giant hornets. + intense, negative, & suffocating auras.

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

Receiving A Gift: II ୨୧ “Ambrosia at it’s finest…”

More About Jihane: III ୨୧ “Alright everyone, don’t scream… a legend has arrived… *a moment of awkward silence then mumbles* … O I sound like that damn crazy cat…”

About Us: Antiquity ୨୧ “Think of an antique as a book … Good stories aren’t discerned by worth, fame, or length, but by relatability or connectivity. Assess yourself as the narrator of this object if you’re drawn to it. As for me, Traveler, I’m very drawn to you. Do you mind if I give you a reading, maybe? I’d really like to test our relevance.”

Chat: Divinity ୨୧ “Oh Haniel, why must I be so fine? Ze’ma … Why must my wisdom be so divine? *giggles proudly* … Ze’maaa… Tis’ a sad, sad case for most…”

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one of neso’s lovely oc’s, jihane! 🥰 my God i love her. look at the extended details i promise you’ll be amazed, swear to GOD. no one knows the things i’d do.. the crimes….

[ourolite2]

ℛescherché ℛoles!

ourolite original characters feature unique capabilities and sins, alongside eesome endeavors and epitomes only seen amid swevens. linger long and think soundly of sonder; remember the memories of your childhood, the habits you harbor in your solitude, and know that these entities too have their personalized memories and ticks, their reveries and evergreen dreams long lost in the mist similar to your own. respect them, whether you love them or not, for they would... well, some of them would do the same for you.

readers are advised to download the google docs app if able for better presentation of the extended character notes, and dark mode is recommended in tandem with this! also, some characters are shipped canonically, but x reader and other x character asks are not disallowed! inquire and request as you see reputable.

this section is innately memorable, but it's particularly recalled for including unique subjects. these are listed as: disorders, disabilities and a variety of conditions as well as various races, gender orientations, sexualities, mythological origins and more. though in a dimmer light, there's a list of more sensitive topics including: racism, homophobia, abuse + neglect, trauma (especially that of childhoods), gore, death, violence, manipulation and more. this is your preamble of caution and context; to all who scroll further, treat yourself and enjoy!

☆ INDIGO ( maneki-neko! oc )

"Ah… your rings are pretty, I’ll be keeping them now … *big yawn* Hm? What? Are you still here? Run along, go find someone safer to speak with.. Heh, I’m only toying. I have a reputation to uphold after all. Being a maiden’s courier is a rather exhausting task. Now, do you mind? I want entertainment. Tell me about yourself, and maybe I’ll reconsider not stealing your pendant." — Mystery Cat. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

★ ILLŪNIS ( rusalka! oc )

"Daring evening, is it not? Where are your manners? … To rest your ignorance, I am Sentinel Number Three of Teyvat, Illunis — Liyue’s Moon Maiden. Come, come, humor me with a drink or a jest, for I am dying for a dance.” — Sentinel Illunis. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

★ FRANKINCENSE ( churel! oc )

"Hiiii~ Here to see me? Nah, I’m not b—Hm… Might be busy later; not now. But listen, if you’re here to more cookies sell any more, I can’t risk not affording rent again. So stay quiet around that one. *Points her kusarigama over at her daughter who’s distracted with a box of girl scout cookies.* Hear me straight? *Nods weapon back at the traveler with each word.* It’s very important." — Lord Frankenstein. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

☆ YASHMI-NOIR ( angel-child! oc )

"Hm….Mm… Hi, nice to meet you.. I’m Yashmi-Noir, and this is Frankenstein. *Hides behind Franky and peeks out at the Traveler followed by Franky’s loving chuckle.* Frankenstein is my mommy.. Bu-but you jus’ call mommy Franky! ..And Yashmi-Noir can be Yashmi.. ‘kay?" — Sunshine. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

☆ ELIOENAI MEILĖ ( forest ranger! oc )

“Loo there… I’m Avidya’s druggist, so disregard the prescription between my lips. It assists my asthma, believe it or not, even though I seize when I take one too many puffs. Might die if I don’t chill out… Heh, relax. I’m just messin’ with you… Just call me Love, my love, and I’ll be alright. So, you wan’ take a hit or take a hint? Think of it as a sign of respect, ‘cause I don’t share my medication often.” — Love. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

☆ JIHANE MEILĖ ( metaphysician! oc )

"Oh, your aura it… completely surpasses the essential nature of reality; have you already touched the ends of reality, miss/sir? Made your mind a limitless, tangible space? It’s an honor to encounter a warrior such as yourself, *mumbles* one who vividly represents the Seven of Pentacles, reversed and all… Heh, don’t give me that look! Let’s bargain a lil’, m’kay? Open your wisdom and bestow mind-independent certainty upon me in return for… m’name? How does that sound?" — Sinning Star. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

★ CIRCE YUÈ'LI ( vampire! oc )

“Oh? Fending for yourself? Sweetheart, you're assuming I'm a threat while wandering through my backyard. .. You're 'The Traveler'? Really? Hm. Did 'The Traveler' receive an invitation to my abode? ... Yeah.. State your business or join me as dinner, you're kinda already starting off on the wrong foot.. Well, and the wrong wing. But I'm not picky, I haven't had some good wings since like three dynasties ago. ” — Sir Circe. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

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i haven’t been active on this acc in ages ik ik… dk if anyone will even see this but: hey! @ourolite is a co-user acc i’m apart of, so if anyone that likes my writing wants to see more of my partner and i, we’re the most active on there, so please don’t be shy! :) we text back, we love mutuals, and if you have any questions after reviewing our navi, feel free to say so in the ask box, we’ll be sure to reply !

here’s our oc (original character) navigation ^, but we incorporate various fandoms, which can be discovered on the account. oh, and ps. requests are open <3

[kombuuuu]

HEYY!!! Can you maybe write a fic or small drabble where fem!reader wants hobie to hang upside down so they can ‘spider man kiss’.

(also i luv the way you write hobie :P)

Spider Kisses

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

“What’re you— oh!”

small thingyyyyy, added a little twist tho C:

—

“Hobie?” Your voice rang throughout the empty alleyway behind your apartment, light disappearing behind the building wall your lover was currently — decorating.

“Wh— Oh! [Name], babe, come look a’ this.”

You partner turned to you, currently hanging from a suspended pole connecting one building to another.

Webs wrapped around his ankles to keep him hanging upside-down. Left hand holding a green can of spray paint, and right holding a paint ridden cloth.

His shirt was riding up (down?) due to gravity, the small peak of skin covered in different paint streaks that matched the tones the wall was now bearing.

“what’re you doing up there?”

He shook the van again, spraying a little detail onto the mural, then wiping a line through the fresh paint to reveal the colour underneath.

“‘M paintin’, love.”

He turned to you, synthetic eyes wide and emoted.

“C’mere, come try.”

He shook the cloth in a ‘come hither’ motion, paint flecks landing on his shirt. You approached him happily, getting close to his mask-clad face.

“Don’ get too close t’ the fumes now, babe.” You rolled your eyes at his playful tone, turning back towards the art to get your first real look at it.

A low whistle came from behind you, “Nice view.”

“Shut it, bug.”

“Arachnid.”

“Whatever.”

You felt Hobie grab his web, releasing his ankles and dropping down by one arm. His feet hurting the ground with a small scuff.

Taking the first good look at his creation, you noticed how you were the centre of it. A dazzling smile with your features painted in a light you’d never known. He’d made you feel so beautiful.

The colours behind you complimented the shades of your hair and strokes of abstract making your features evermore admirable.

“Jesus, Hobie — this is gorgeous.”

“All you, babe.”

He crowded up behind you, letting his slender hands carter’s the skin along your waist and stomach. His muffled voice dropped low to your ear. “Like this, doll.” His right hand travelled up your arm, sliding over yours and disconnecting to wipe at the fresh paint.

His left hand stayed put against your abdomen, squeezing unconsciously. He handed you the cloth, watching your fingers wrap around the fabric and bringing his hand back to your upper arm, rubbing along your skin in a soothing matter.

“Now drag it along there, yeah? Right where it’s still wet.”

You snorted at the innuendo. Hobie scoffing at your childish thoughts and softly pinching your skin.

“Oh, grow up.”

You refocused, dragging your hand along the shade of purple and blue. Streaking them together and revealing the pink underneath.

“Good, you’re a natural at this point.”

You laughed lightly, turning your head towards his.

“It was one stroke, Hobes.”

He winked, a devilish smirk rising his smile lines. “All it takes wit’ you, ain’t it?”

“Oh my god, you’re crude.”

“Nah baby, ‘m honest ‘s all.”

You brought your hand back towards you looking up at the painting again. "Finishing touches."

You gave him a quick, curious "hmm?", before you felt the cloth leave your hands too fast for you to realise. The "thwip" of his webs alerting you of his methods — right as the sound registered in your head, he had shot another back onto the aforementioned pipe, and reached to swipe at the paint around your hair, melting it into you and making you stand out stark against the cohesive colours. "Looks good, dun' it babe?"

"Uhuh."

He spared you a glance, smiling under his mask at the distracted sound of your voice, when he caught you watching him, and not his painting — he could excuse it.

A thought had breached your head, one that had been popping up ever since you had gone to dimension 1806 with him.

—

"Hobie, I'm not a spider person! I can't leave!"

"But I made you a watch?" "

Yes— thank you, I love it. But also that's not the point."

"But the watch.."

"Fuck, fine. Whatever. Don't use that tone on me again."

"Say it's for science."

"Fuck science."

—

That day you had found something.. intriguing. A comic. With a rather interesting cover design. Spiderman — not yours — plastered on the front, upside down, with his mask folded up and kissing Mary Jane. It was probably the most romantic thing you'd ever seen. And now you had the chance.

"Baby."

Hobie stopped wiping the excess paint, giving you his full attention. "Yeah doll, what's 'e matter?"

"Can you— do the thing.. you were doing before?"

He gave you a quizzical look, eyes in his mask squinting. "Painting? I'm almost done, sweethear'. Now I just got'a wipe way the—,"

"No.. no, the uhh.. Thing."

"Babe, ya' gon' have ta' be a bit more specific."

"The— upside down thing."

He snorted. Still hanging from his left hand. "Wh— yeah? I can do it, but—,"

"Don't question my decisions, Hobes."

"God damn, sweethear', speak t' me like 'at more often."

You laughed just as he did, glee falling from your lips as you shifted closer to him. He twisted his body to raise his legs above himself, wrapping the webs around his ankles once more.

"Now what—"

You brought your hands up to his spandex covered cheeks, tracing the lines of his cheekbones under the soft skin of your fingers. Tracing your hands higher, you toyed with the lip of his mask. Exposing the skin of his neck and watching his Adams apple bob out of nerve. "Can I?"

"Whatever you want, Luv."

You rolled the mask just past his nose, hooking it over his bridge, surprising him. He opened his mouth to question why you hadn't taken the whole thing off, before your lips stopped him.

He melted into you, your hands stroking over his cheeks and chin.

It was awkward trying to find your position at first, but you both quickly adapted, his hands finding the belt loops of your jeans and tugging you closer to him. You smiled into the kiss and he followed, laughing about how this was the motive to your request.

Your lips disconnected and he grinned like a fool.

"Tha's why?"

"Oh, shut. It was romantic."

He chuckled again, pulling you in for another kiss.

"Never said otherwise, pretty thing."

—

phone still broken , just like my heart hastag KIILL ME BOW

that was sarcasm but YIPEEEE HOBIEEEE!!!!!

[kombuuuu]

HEYY!!! Can you maybe write a fic or small drabble where fem!reader wants hobie to hang upside down so they can ‘spider man kiss’.

(also i luv the way you write hobie :P)

Spider Kisses

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

“What’re you— oh!”

small thingyyyyy, added a little twist tho C:

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“Hobie?” Your voice rang throughout the empty alleyway behind your apartment, light disappearing behind the building wall your lover was currently — decorating.

“Wh— Oh! [Name], babe, come look a’ this.”

You partner turned to you, currently hanging from a suspended pole connecting one building to another.

Webs wrapped around his ankles to keep him hanging upside-down. Left hand holding a green can of spray paint, and right holding a paint ridden cloth.

His shirt was riding up (down?) due to gravity, the small peak of skin covered in different paint streaks that matched the tones the wall was now bearing.

“what’re you doing up there?”

He shook the van again, spraying a little detail onto the mural, then wiping a line through the fresh paint to reveal the colour underneath.

“‘M paintin’, love.”

He turned to you, synthetic eyes wide and emoted.

“C’mere, come try.”

He shook the cloth in a ‘come hither’ motion, paint flecks landing on his shirt. You approached him happily, getting close to his mask-clad face.

“Don’ get too close t’ the fumes now, babe.” You rolled your eyes at his playful tone, turning back towards the art to get your first real look at it.

A low whistle came from behind you, “Nice view.”

“Shut it, bug.”

“Arachnid.”

“Whatever.”

You felt Hobie grab his web, releasing his ankles and dropping down by one arm. His feet hurting the ground with a small scuff.

Taking the first good look at his creation, you noticed how you were the centre of it. A dazzling smile with your features painted in a light you’d never known. He’d made you feel so beautiful.

The colours behind you complimented the shades of your hair and strokes of abstract making your features evermore admirable.

“Jesus, Hobie — this is gorgeous.”

“All you, babe.”

He crowded up behind you, letting his slender hands carter’s the skin along your waist and stomach. His muffled voice dropped low to your ear. “Like this, doll.” His right hand travelled up your arm, sliding over yours and disconnecting to wipe at the fresh paint.

His left hand stayed put against your abdomen, squeezing unconsciously. He handed you the cloth, watching your fingers wrap around the fabric and bringing his hand back to your upper arm, rubbing along your skin in a soothing matter.

“Now drag it along there, yeah? Right where it’s still wet.”

You snorted at the innuendo. Hobie scoffing at your childish thoughts and softly pinching your skin.

“Oh, grow up.”

You refocused, dragging your hand along the shade of purple and blue. Streaking them together and revealing the pink underneath.

“Good, you’re a natural at this point.”

You laughed lightly, turning your head towards his.

“It was one stroke, Hobes.”

He winked, a devilish smirk rising his smile lines. “All it takes wit’ you, ain’t it?”

“Oh my god, you’re crude.”

“Nah baby, ‘m honest ‘s all.”

You brought your hand back towards you looking up at the painting again. "Finishing touches."

You gave him a quick, curious "hmm?", before you felt the cloth leave your hands too fast for you to realise. The "thwip" of his webs alerting you of his methods — right as the sound registered in your head, he had shot another back onto the aforementioned pipe, and reached to swipe at the paint around your hair, melting it into you and making you stand out stark against the cohesive colours. "Looks good, dun' it babe?"

"Uhuh."

He spared you a glance, smiling under his mask at the distracted sound of your voice, when he caught you watching him, and not his painting — he could excuse it.

A thought had breached your head, one that had been popping up ever since you had gone to dimension 1806 with him.

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"Hobie, I'm not a spider person! I can't leave!"

"But I made you a watch?" "

Yes— thank you, I love it. But also that's not the point."

"But the watch.."

"Fuck, fine. Whatever. Don't use that tone on me again."

"Say it's for science."

"Fuck science."

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That day you had found something.. intriguing. A comic. With a rather interesting cover design. Spiderman — not yours — plastered on the front, upside down, with his mask folded up and kissing Mary Jane. It was probably the most romantic thing you'd ever seen. And now you had the chance.

"Baby."

Hobie stopped wiping the excess paint, giving you his full attention. "Yeah doll, what's 'e matter?"

"Can you— do the thing.. you were doing before?"

He gave you a quizzical look, eyes in his mask squinting. "Painting? I'm almost done, sweethear'. Now I just got'a wipe way the—,"

"No.. no, the uhh.. Thing."

"Babe, ya' gon' have ta' be a bit more specific."

"The— upside down thing."

He snorted. Still hanging from his left hand. "Wh— yeah? I can do it, but—,"

"Don't question my decisions, Hobes."

"God damn, sweethear', speak t' me like 'at more often."

You laughed just as he did, glee falling from your lips as you shifted closer to him. He twisted his body to raise his legs above himself, wrapping the webs around his ankles once more.

"Now what—"

You brought your hands up to his spandex covered cheeks, tracing the lines of his cheekbones under the soft skin of your fingers. Tracing your hands higher, you toyed with the lip of his mask. Exposing the skin of his neck and watching his Adams apple bob out of nerve. "Can I?"

"Whatever you want, Luv."

You rolled the mask just past his nose, hooking it over his bridge, surprising him. He opened his mouth to question why you hadn't taken the whole thing off, before your lips stopped him.

He melted into you, your hands stroking over his cheeks and chin.

It was awkward trying to find your position at first, but you both quickly adapted, his hands finding the belt loops of your jeans and tugging you closer to him. You smiled into the kiss and he followed, laughing about how this was the motive to your request.

Your lips disconnected and he grinned like a fool.

"Tha's why?"

"Oh, shut. It was romantic."

He chuckled again, pulling you in for another kiss.

"Never said otherwise, pretty thing."

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phone still broken , just like my heart hastag KIILL ME BOW

that was sarcasm but YIPEEEE HOBIEEEE!!!!!

[deerysdoodles]

prettiest crew in the grandline🫶

[ac1dl4v3]

eesome etchings.

who . . sadist! roronoa zoro x fem! plus sized! black reader length . . 3.2k words! warnings . . mature/smut!, if some things are randomly lowercase it's because i didn't expect this to make it out the drafts and grammar checked at 1am gn, masochistic! reader, blood (via knife play), scarring, raw sex, posessive! zoro if you think about it, written in second person, edging, back shots, first-aid after care, and an implied part two....

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leman's letter! zoro has definitely been topped by plus sized! black fem y/n an embarrassing amount of times.. considering before getting with her he was completely and utterly inexperienced in sex. the most he’d ever done was blush and feel incredibly stupid after nearly kissing sanji “by mistake” in the midst of some heated argument of close proximity. as of now, he's been in this scenario with you a few times before.. and can you blame him? every once in a while it’s only natural that he’d want to make his presence known, y'know, restore his pride a bit a lot, if you will. so you let him make a few.. points.

Your brown, plush skin is raised, taut and tall against Zoro’s erection, allowing himself to slip between the slickness of your lips and press himself inside with only the tip to satisfy your needs. It was worth the endurance training, he concluded, to starve himself of having you swallow all of him at once. To hold out on reveling in your moans and whimpers for a little while longer. With his rosy red tip still prodding torturously at your entrance, you attempted to catch a glimpse of what he was reaching for, but it was less than necessary to strain and crane your neck to the right. By the time you realized the newfound severity of the situation, you could hear him unsheathe his sword. Feel the solid, frigid iron tongue slap against your lower back like a rough hand on kneaded dough.

Lucky little you, this isn’t your first time squirming beneath Zoro’s favorite toy.

Rather than squeal or maneuver off of the vast bed in a rage of concern, you only sigh and choke down your breathy moan into a forced hum. Zoro drags the sharp middle of the blade from the base of your neck and down your caramel caked back, halting with sudden pressure and precision when he reaches the faded scars where he last inscribed the original Japanese lettering of his name.

ロロノア　ゾロ. Roronoa Zoro.

The intensity of the weapon heightens, making it strenuous to keep the swordsman's target still and settled. You begin to writhe and wrinkle atop the emerald glimmering sheets, remaining limited in your movements beneath his rough grip. It's redundant, you're aware, so you take this opportunity to simply bathe in Zoro's blithe confidence and ability to hold you still without becoming annoyed or overwhelmed with you. Rolling your ass and hips just makes him huff out at the presentation; eyeing the squishy ripples and rolls of your back folds as they press against one another with every desperate wiggle, feeling himself shudder with a grumble and tighten his jaw at the messy rubbing, drooling, sloshing and pressing you're exerting onto his poor, twitchy head.

'Too.... cute.'

Between grinning at your desperation and the fangs of his glistening sword finally breaking your skin's surface, he's briefly forgotten not to nudge himself any deeper than an insufferable inch and a half. His dick is as much of a victim as your under-stimulated clit; still being squeezed and flooded while barely inside your treacly glistening pussy.

To distract himself from keeping your hips and his under control while he tries to finish perfecting his penmanship, Zoro hums roughly with pride at his clever usage of your stretch marks to connect the slants and curves of his first character. Digging into your gorgeous skin with the sharpened blade, you arch and flex and clamp around him, spewing strings of erotic, provocative claims and curses.

Blood perks up from the seams of your lower backs' previous markings. Let alone the susurrations you encased between your lips before pushing yourself harder against his leaky tip, practically begging him to say fuck it and break his concentration. To say fuck it and accidentally stab a little too deep while pushing the rest of his curved length into your tight, fat flesh.

In your opinion and reasonable defense of all this, the "scars" weren’t really "scars" to begin with, since they were fresh out of the scab phase. How long would it take for them to be considered healed and disappearing?.. Surely not so soon. Therefore, of course you were easy as fuck to reopen and easy as fuck to annoy. Not to mention even more sensitive than the last time you were like this. By the end of the first lettering you're telling him it's enough, practically negotiating with a brick wall on how he can just write Ro with a pretty heart outline. He ignores your mewls and requests, and an observer might call him a sadistic power abuser or a stubborn bully if they could understand the scenario, but you just call him: "Noa rose.."

He's too loud when he responds, grumbling out a stout "Huh?" while doubling down on the pressure and tortuously accurate angles of the blade to fuck up your attempts of saying anything else. "Unintentionally", he scratches in a deep curve, running it slow before going over it with persistence and vigor. Can you even imagine where his head is at in all of this? Still awaiting some sweet, desperate response from you, the one he insists on torturing so passionately.

"Noa love- y-yyou need to get the.. f-fuck off-uhn.. my..."

"Eh? You can talk a little louder, can't you? You're moving so much I can't hear anything over that stupid piece of bed wood against the wall." zoro baby, the headboard..? Pulling you further onto him by the waist right after such an annoyingly teasing statement wouldn't be the best choice if his goal was to quiet you down, but he needed you close like he needed to finish these fucking letters. Meanwhile, he spoke with such a casual, neutral tone, if not for his breathy inhales and aggressive mewls who could've suspected he was in the middle of fucking you and cutting you up.

The room was nothing but creaks and your cracked voice, and he paid your antics less mind than the last character in Roronoa. He continues, curving the top right while the point is narrowed down and his dick is half an inch deeper inside, pulling it back to the very front of his tip when he moves to do the bottom line.

"Z-zz... zo.. mmnh-my my.. f-fuck .. ing.. hah..!" Your words roll under your tongue and pour their tears into the pulpy veins, hoping you can hydrate your endurance with their acts of desperation. However, words don't always prove desperation like real tears do. The droplets glossing your scelera could tell him more than enough, making their way to the corners of your eyes and stumbling down your chubby cheeks. He's grinding into you slow and rough. It's so patient and slow paced, you can feel his foreskin push itself back with every advance, feel your lips wrap around his head and stretch with the size, kissing his veins to and from your pussy's slick depth, almost as naturally as you sucking his nipples on a Sunday afternoon. However, when you feel him press into the second to last character, the most challenging of the few strenuous lettering's to inure, your toes curl and your fingers bawl into the sheets laying on either side of your head, letting out a string of sob doused moans and curses as he pushes himself in an inch more.

Bobbing his hips when needed, he sticks your skin a few times more than necessary, clearly beginning to piss you off. And how does he soothe you?

"Fine, fine, I just don't want it to fade quick again," A poor excuse, seeing as you still don't agree that his work was anywhere near hard-to-see in the first place, yet he persists with another grumbled claim. "I'm trying to be efficient here, Y/n."

As he sheathes the blade as it once was, wavering his balance on the bed a bit to set it aside and incidentally wiggling against your sensitivity in the process, you mumble something impatient and irritable. Of course he noticed, but noticing isn't equivalent to giving a fuck. Since he doesn't even hum or grumble or chuckle in response, you persist, provoking him like a suicidal hunter would a hibernating bear.

"Dull ass sword. You can't even get me loud without a pathetic ass weapon.." Your words are soft and undercover until the end, where your voice turns out more aggressive than your tongue had technically intended. No matter the tone really, Zoro had to react.

"Oh yeah? If my sword's so dull and pathetic then why's my name cut so deep?" In the same harsh tact and blunt finish as your tone, Zoro spoke with superiority and annoyance.. The difference between you and him was that he was in a position to back up his resentment in full. And you?.. Soon after his rhetorical question you could feel the exhales from his nostrils grow closer and tickle your back, telling you he was leaning closer. You hummed softly, hoping to go unheard after riling up his ego's sensitivity, and kept on trying to ignore the aching, burning pain of his beauteous name in your skin. A soft kiss to your deepening arch allows you to savor a bit of genuine body worship, just a bit, before the rest of his dick is spontaneously wedging itself between your soppy, quivering lips.

As if that wasn't enough to drag sharp inhales and ragged exhales from your plump lips, Zoro continues his kisses more firmly--potently-- all along your back. He's trailing his large, battle-worn hands from your angelic breasts and softening his pressure to savor the ridges and depressions of your stomach's stretch marks, before finishing his possessive scavenger hunt at your spread ass. With each of his palms on both of your wide hips, thumbs digging into one cheek each, he pushes himself out of you so slow it should be labeled forbidden and undignified as an act of pleasure, and your muffled, stubborn whine against the bed agrees.

"Let's just hurry up and lick you clean before you piss me off." Like a cat ready for its evening bath (though nowhere near as rough and sandy as a feline's tongue..) Zoro's tongue rests on the first two repeated, burgundy characters, ロロ, before pushing himself up inside once again, so that hes stretching you at your deepest while he continues on janitor duty. Now he's the canvas and you're the paint brush (opposite to what one would expect), using you in frantic, demanding movements to clean up the mess he's made of you all over his tongue. Though it's impossible to deny the pride you cause him to swallow, indulge in, and asphyxiate from with every lick of his lips.

You protest his pursuit, despite seemingly enjoying yourself.. at least a little; gallantly, you claim that he's acting like he doesn't have morals or empathy. You express that he's put you in pain already, and add that him lapping up the spillage won't make it any better which was a lie, since the newfound levels of endorphins and adrenaline were starting to challenge the severity and intensity of it. But who said that your pleasure is what he's doing this for? Ever think that he just loves feeling the precision of his sword all over you, or that he doesn't wanna get his hands dirty running his fingers across the messy lettering yet because he still wants to entertain your cum choked pussy a while longer?

He's bending you to the left, twisting you to the right, slipping himself out and lifting you off of the bed higher for more control between you and his tongue-- it's as if he's eating you out. The warmth and saliva from his tongue send you blurry minded with visions of him treating your clit this passionately. You can feel your arousal slipping past you, leaking across your puffed out clit due to the angle, and his dick can't do anything more but tap against your desperate lips from the outside, since he's become far too focused on his tongue and your back. By the time he's done retracing and savoring the print of the last few letters which make up Zoro (ゾロ), you're a slick, untouched, unloved, un-catered-to river of longing.

Luckily for you, he's just as tired of enduring as you are.

With nothing but your wordless, yet loud, voice you've convinced him to rub his aggravated, soaked tip along your pearlescent slit before only slipping in enough to make you throb. He bounces himself in and out gently, savoring the view of your slippery pussy fluttering around practically nothing as he's not even putting the full head of it to use. Then he inches it in a quarter, just to pull it back out. Half way in, and back out. half way in and back out, with a pop. Until finally he slides it in and sinks to the back, pressing hard like he's running into a brick wall, bumping into you anyway in inconsistent patterns ranging from needy to hateful without pulling all the way back out. If he keeps this up he'll be making sure you're tightening every time he merely twitches inside; speaking of, there's been a lot of that, but if there's one thing zoro's trying to master it's endurance.

Now he's continuing his dangerously uneven strokes somewhere else; pressing the tip against what he would call the roof of your pussy, or what you would call the "right there" spot -- the one that's just too good to hit too hard too soon, otherwise..

"Gonna start crying.. again, princess? Guess it's not because of my 'dull sword' this time." Mind his breathy tone, you're not the only one overwhelmed, but yes, that's exactly it. Tears will start to swell come just a few more hits right there, and you don't even have to announce this to Zoro or let him see the glossiness fading over your vision. He may be dense, dyslexic and as smart as a broken compass, but he's not illogical. when he grinds his hips forward, pressing your body down and pressing himself deeply upward, your reaction is more unsteady-- more sensitive-- you're so fragile like this. In this position, he finds you as easy to read as his swords.

The herculean swordsman leans forward over you once again, pressing his upper-stomach against your ass and back so you can hear him in a lower, closer proximity to your ear. While doing a terrible job at hiding the classic cocky grin from his voice, he presses his dick into your spongy, febrile center, ignoring your pleas to move and holding himself there as he speaks into the brief, breathy silence. "Found it."

"Noa-uhm.. bay- baby.. o-okay, okay, okay, okay.. please, love, just... S-sl- slow d--" You reach back to push him away, but this worsens the situation, resulting in a harsh slap to your hand and additionally to your ass-- "f-fucking slow!" A predictable response from him, and even more so that he promptly speeds up his hips and intensifies his impact. Abusing your sloppy cunt has him sweating like he's in the crows nest lifting 500 lbs doing sit ups, panting like a dog in heat in the heat. Brows furrowed, short-nailed fingers challenging the solidarity of your skin, he's not thinking about your words in the least. He might as well have tuned out your whines, cries and complaints in exchange for studying your suffocating, overwhelming grip around his fat, drenched dick.

"You're still talking? Can I see some tears at least," He paused to prove he had the audacity to chuckle, "Since my swords definitely aren't the reason." Without awaiting your response, whether it was to be desperate for mercy or petty and stubborn like him, it didn't matter. With immediate aggression, Zoro tugs you by the back of your neck, squishing your neck fat in the mass of his thick fingers and with little restraint. Your arch is so deep you can feel the soreness in your tummy and your ass, along with the ramming of his tip as far as it'd kiss you. It doesn't even matter that he's beginning to twitch and stutter his hips at the sight of the tears falling apart at your lashes, and the adorable sniffling of your nose between your whines.

He's close, and he's rough, and you're too tired to compete with his prideful ass in this position, so you grind into him hopelessly as you accept your submission and chase your own release. You purposely squeeze around him, hoping to slow him down with the impact, but you only end up milking him into releasing all of his built up patience and annoyance, warming you from the inside and out. Tons of unknown words spew between grumbles and groans against his saliva-glossed lips, until Zoro finally lays you down on your heaving chest and stomach, still rutting and humping your soft, slippery pussy, feeling the residue of his cum and your own build a wall around the base of his dick.

extra special scene! after care snippet: After suffering lacerations to the region of your back dimples, Zoro was running on pure adrenaline to get the proper supplies to treat your strawberry syrup stained mocha skin. You, still upset with him for being so merciless without any good reason, laid on your belly with your left cheek resting on your flat, folded arms. Avoiding eye contact. Zoro knows he's in trouble, but you don't scare him right now, he just wants to get you back to feeling like yourself. It's not that you're scary, it's that you make him feel.. unsettled, sometimes (which, to Zoro, are two different things completely but they barely are).

With a wet rag, Zoro pats the blotchy red areas with some mumbles to himself about how the clean up shouldn't be so hard since he impulsively licked up most of it before it could dry up and become too unbearably painful to wipe. Patting the sensitive areas and wiping down others, he mumbles a sincere apology with every other hiss and wince you evince. And although you may not see his words as genuine or remorseful so soon, he can't help but feel a little bad now that his high as worn down, along with yours.

It's a good thing that he gets injured so badly in fights anyway, because now he remembers how to do the most basic form of first aid at the very least.

Once you've been wiped, disinfected, rubbed down with his personal antibiotic ointment, and given an adhesive gauze pad, Zoro announces that he'll be right back before leaving your shared bedroom. Shortly after, while you remain silent with him closing the door behind him- minus a few distressed sniffles and sighs- Zoro returns with two arm fulls of food. The lengths you'll go to for love, huh? Sanji's always on stand by in the kitchen. If not, he's beating Luffy out of the fridge to go back to bed and stop raiding the rations. How he managed to get so much food, and in your room at that, was risible and unspoken between you two, or anyone.

It still took some time for you to forgive him, but knowing you're the one who requested him to be more creative and aggressive a few weeks back, you couldn't stay resentful for too long just because he didn’t take your advice at the time you imagined he would. After all, he'll be paying for it in full as soon as your back heals.

leman's letter! a safe word was agreed upon by the way, just never had a reason to mention it since this is y/n's preferred kinks here. if she were to use it, however, zoro would've stopped and gotten serious, asking what's wrong and ignoring his bruising, drooling erection while making eye contact, awaiting a response... thanks for reading!

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[ac1dl4v3]

making me wanna delete my acc and move to ao3 with how dead everything is here

[maezanilla]

Concert hobiee

[butchered-icarian]

Hobie Brown cosplay at Anime Expo 2023 by whoachriswhoa.

[hellaephemeral]

key visuals!!!!

[ac1dl4v3]

YES.

[lennvision]

and they are the mugiwara pirates.

[hunkydorybaby]

rice and beans and cheese and avocados and tortillas and cinnamon and vanilla and cocoa and coffee and bananas and corn and

[miyuuuki]

Craving me some Yandere x Narcissist! Reader rn. Imagine a Yandere being so obsessed with you, so inlove with how you know how precious and absolutely gorgeous you are. Them showering praises on you and you sucking it up but responding with a simple “I know.”

[sencity]

i’m late as hell to the party but i have an oc named sencha in the drafts that’s definitely a narcissist’s type. a servile, doting and obsessive!yandere whose contentment revolves around their love interest (literally after reading that post i was tittering at the thought).

nightmare fuel: narcissistic tendencies (ofc), oral receiving, implied praise kink, overstimulation, body worshipping, violence, didn’t proof read + a little rambling.

your narcissism is merely a plus to him because not he doesn’t have to worry about smothering you with his adulation, not to mention that you’re an addict for his constant praise and attention (even though you were too prideful to voice something like that) so you didn’t plan on detaching yourself from him anytime soon. he’d latch onto you like an invasive leech, muttering on ways to imprint your soul into a blank book until your memories wilt into the paper. you’re simply beautiful inside and out to him, and a beauty like you deserves to be treated like oshibana.

“you’re so perfect in everything, floret! how did you know that they were dehydrated?” he would ask giddily, watching you in awe as you watered his new hibiscuses that he rambled and fawned over, especially with how they adorned his garden.

“hm, i thought it was obvious…” you replied with a soft grin even though you did extensive research just to avoid criticism or wanting to look more knowledgeable in botany than you really are.

obsessive!yandere who doesn’t even need to get off when it comes to pleasing your desires. there’s been points where he would gaze at your pussy/dick print through your shorts that clung onto the bouffage carelessly. although he knows that it’s your way of teasing him (then pretending as if you’re confused as to why he’s erected so you could have a detailed explanation in response) he’d spout out aimless apologies while coming up with excuses to simply worship you from head to toe. only a deity is worthy of beholding this much potency because there’s no only reason to explain how you're so…god, perfect…

“i-i can’t he…heeelp it..” he stammered out frantically, his hand roughly scrubbing his erection through his joggers, his eyes traveling up your crotch to your smug expression, which only caused his dick to twitch harshly beneath the constricting fabric. “w-wider, please. i’ll do a-anything, let m-…let me have this and then you’ll have me.”

then he would eat you out/suck you off for eternity until you’re blubbering pleas, until your thighs are numb off epidural, until you’re forcefully shoving him off since he was infused with so much pleasure to the point where even the safe words weren’t making him budge. surely he would apologize afterwards, sticking to genuine praises while peppering your body with kisses, but eventually gave into his desires again after claiming he needed to kiss one last area before departing.

narcissist!darling isn’t any better when it comes to their desires. they didn’t plan on letting him go anytime soon since a sycophantic gentleman was the last fantasy that was left unfulfilled. they will go insane after finding out obsessive!yandere isn’t himself simply because someone hurt his feelings. someone who gives you the utmost attention, the praise, the fame, only for your day to be off schedule because he’s a bit down? how annoying…

you’d scroll through his phone as he vented to you about the issue, which you weren’t too interested in. all you need to know is that the person in question needs to be out of your life in order for it to be orderly again. if sencha’s life isn’t in order, your life isn’t, so it’s only a given that you would address the situation promptly.

“i already plan on confronting this person, so stop protesting. you should be thanking me for going out of my way to make you feel better. i’m starting to feel a little… unappreciated.”

“unappreciated? but why? i’m so sorry, y/n! it was never my intention to make you feel this way! i just… don’t want to see you tangled in unnecessary mess. you deserve so much more because you’re absolutely perfect…”

and of course, you sensed that everything will fall back into place soon, because once he finishes praising and reassuring you, you’d give him a little something in return just to keep him on his toes…