I have different smaus going on 💀 so here a list for my Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers and Attack on Titan smaus 🤌🏻When you see the 🔥 it means it’s smut some others might have suggestive topics but nothing explicit or are entirely fluff ✨✨🤌🏻
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Jujutsu Kaisen 💜🧿
When you ask them to spank you🔥
When they want to eat you out for the first time 🔥
When they are jealous
When you don’t wear a bra 🔥
When you are jealous
When you are really into Halloween
When they are your professor and you send the wrong file🔥
When they know you have a crush on them
When you ask them to choke you🔥
When you tell them no one made you cum before 🔥
When you are on your period
When someone yelled at you
When you k*lled someone
When you’re sick
When you want to wear a bunny outfit 🔥
When you want ice cream
Naruto 🧡🍥
When they want to eat you out for the first time 🔥
When they think you are mad at them
When they want to try something new with you 🔥
When you are on your period
When you are having a hangover
When they ate aphrodisiac chocolate 🔥
When they send you a pic of their abs🔥
When you found out they have a crush on you
When they find out you have a crush on them
When you watch them train (suggestive)
When you can’t sleep
When you don’t wear a bra 🔥
When you’re mad at them
When you want to be called „Good Girl“🔥
When you wear something revealing 🔥
When you want to stack donuts on it 🔥
Attack on Titan💙 ⚔️
When they see the new TikTok you posted
When you show them your new lingerie 🔥
When you ask them to spank you 🔥
When they have the remote to your vibe 🔥
When you are sick
When you are feeling sad
When they want you to be on top🔥
When you are on your period
When you tell them you want dick 🔥
When you want them to wear a Ghostface mask🔥
When it’s your birthday
When you don’t feel pretty
When you want to bake Christmas cookies with them
When you want to post something revealing
When they need comfort
How they react when you got a toxic mom ❤️🩹
When you’re ovulating 🔥
Tokyo Revengers 🤍👊🏻
When you want to do their hair
When they buy you tampons/pads
When you want to cockwarm them 🔥
When you want to cockwarm them pt. 2 🔥
When they want to eat you out for the first time 🔥
When that broad and terrifying Bonten hitman actually has a soft spot for his good girl and kind of melts as soon as she calls him Sir.
Hello friendos ✨ it was time for some smut actually some Kakucho smut because well, Bonten Kakucho is high key sexy 🤣🤣🤣 even when I am still an Izana girl his best friend is sooo fine 😩😩 anyways hope you have fun to read it 💖
Warnings: smūt, riding, Sir kink, missionary
I don't know why, but you know what I can imagine? Bonten Kakucho, looking so tall and fine in his suit, the longer brown hair. Everything about him was looking rough, intimidating, as if he could choke the very life out of your soul.
Well, he could. Hands that were made to pull a trigger or to snap a neck, nearly a ruthless hitman. But these were also the same hands, calloused palms, who worshipped you so lovingly.
Warmhands that grabbed your soft skin, holding you so close to him.
You grounded Kakchu in a way any kind of calm or liquor couldn't. The way he inhaled your scent so deep, just so that low grumble left his throat.
He loved the way you felt, especially after an ugly day, maybe a day he'd rather forget.
But he came home to you, the sweet girl who was waiting for him already in bed. Asking him about his day when you took off his jacket. Smoothing down hair and fingers dancing over his scar in a curious flicker. You just adored the way he looked so gruff on the edges but in truth would give the world to you.
Soft, smooth voice, deep like a gavel but sounding calm when he talked to you, or even when he talked about you.
He always believed you were his heart, so fully unaware that he had the biggest heart of them all.
Attractive, it was simple as that; Kakucho Bontens Hitman was attractive. Broad and tall, a warm chest you loved to squish your face in.
But what did he also love? The way you giggled when he finally turned around to you, stalking closer to the bed to grab your thigh and pull you closer.
"You were a good girl today, yeah?" he asked, leaning in so you felt his breath on your ear. You nodded, hands already reaching out to his strong shoulders, where he kept so much weight on.
The weight only loosened up when you were with him.
"I am always a good girl when I wait for you," you replied, innocent eyes looking up, but he saw the glint in them.
"You also said that when I pick you up from your girls' night when you said you would not drink more than two drinks," he pointed out, and you felt how reverently his fingers wrapped around your plush thighs.
"Oh, so now you think I lie? I am deeply hurt, baby." You acted innocent and batted your lashes with a little pout.
He sighed; he loved that pout; he loved it when he said no and you pulled out this move.
Because he just got to see this cute little expression he would kill for when necessary.
He smelled like smoke and cold leather, maybe a far hint of blood. Perhaps he always carried this dark aura with him that seemed to brighten when you were around.
"Not lying, sweetheart. But you believe you're getting your way, hm?"
Oh, and how right your man was, because the air shifted, and before you could know better, he landed in bed with you. You straddled his lap while he was already searching so hungry for your lips.
"Waited all day just for this." Strong, veiny hands grabbed your waist and held you still.
Rough lips kissed you so gently at first, and when you kissed back, moving in sync like a flame that was dancing around in the chimney, he got hungry.
Hungry for something he never could get tired off.
"Did you? Missed you, baby," you mumbled against his lips. One hand laid on your thigh, digging his fingers more in your yielding flesh. The other laid against your jaw before he slid his tongue inside you. Swirling it around you, just to get a good measure of your sweet taste. Starved, he was so starved for you.
"Well, then let me make it up to you, sweetheart," he declared in a raspy voice, gently biting on your neck as he kissed down.
And hell, he could die like that, your soft body on top of him warm and waiting. When you finally would sink down the aching length. Gods, he was girthy and his cockhead so thick... Kakchu always needed to ease inside you slowly. Cooing at you when he brushed your hair back from your forehead.
The stretch was stingy but also a delicious, sweet pain you didn't want to miss.
Panting already.
"Taking me so well...you wore that for me?" he praised before he pointed to your lacy underwear beneath the silky little night robe you had put on.
You nodded with a little crease between your eyebrows in concentration to take his cock deep. And when you were finally settled on top of him... He did not need long.
Kakucho was always starting slow, a large palm guiding your hips, while the other pushed open your robe, just to see the creamy skin underneath.
"Fucking soft thing you are, you know what you're doing to me with that?" he let out, a low groan followed as you rocked your hips in a gentle rhythm just like how he guided you.
"Kaku...you feel so good." You whimpered, and slowly you moved a little faster.
His thumb stroking over the lace of your bra, appreciating the view of you in front of him. Perched on his cock, riding him like a goddamn wife, aware of what he probably had to do today.
The way your lips parted, and out came a little gasp when he tilted his hips up to meet you.
"Come on, sweetheart, show me how much you missed me," he urged you, and then you started to bounce. Wet, velvety pussy dragging along his pulsing hot shaft. In a way that made him tip back his head on the headboard.
"Fuck, that's it...." he let out, and the lewd squelch from between your legs, it was so loud in the room in your ears.
Your clit was throbbing when you watched how your oh-so-dangerous boyfriend got all soft for you. And yet still filthy enough to fucking enjoy what his girl gave him, just to have her bounce on his cock. Both hands landed on your hips.
"Faster, sweetheart... You know what I need. What do you need, hm? Be a dirty girl; your pussy already is dripping down on me." These words left his lips, making you clench around him and moan.
The faster your hips moved, the rougher his hands became. And at one point he was holding you up by your waist, just to fuck up into you. Pounding your cute pussy from underneath. To watch the little face you made. When your delicate hands grabbed his strong shoulders. And then it slipped out, that one little thing that always undid him.
"Sir, please... fuck, ..." you megged him oh so sweetly. Because he could remember the first time when you saw him, so politely calling him Sir, serving him his drink with that cute little smile. Gods, how he would have wanted to wreck you that night just because your pussy felt like heaven, wet and warm. Wlass that squeezed him just right. How good you would have looked bent over the counter....
But now...now he had you; he always had you. She's a cute and polite girl. He bounced her on his thick cock and split her pussy open. Calling him Sir, as if he would be more than just a broad guy in a suit with a gun hidden in the back of his pants....
"Naughty girl, you know what that does to me," he grunted, watching the way your tits spilled slightly out of your bra while being pounded.
Eyes teary now and cheeks flushed.
"Fuck me harder, please... Sir, please. I need you to fill me up," your voice in his ears and the way you said it; it's when he flipped you over, one hand grabbing both your wrists, but his grip was tender, not rough.
Tongue plunging back inside you before he started to thrust again. Never did he pull out once now. You felt too good for that.
"Fuck, I don't even deserve it. But you feel so good around me," he groaned as he grabbed your right thigh with his free hand. Tilting it up just to get deeper was what made your eyes roll back.
"You're going to cum, sweetheart? Ask nicely, like a proper girl would," he cooed at you, lips kissing your cheek down your jaw and then your tender neck, which he loved to suck on, giving it some little love bites.
"Please.... I already asked." You squirmed, and you felt how close you got, how your eyebrows pulled together.
The way your tummy flipped by that feeling when Kakucho's dick just hit your cervix.
"Use your big girl words," he rasped, his pace never faltering.
"Let me cum, please, sir. Let me cum..." you whined, and that's the only moment when his hand went away from your wrist. Over your face and the shape of you, just to rub some tender circles over your clit.
Hips bucking up, you needed more, and yet it was too much. Eyes rolling back as you grabbed the sheets underneath you.
"Thats it, pretty. Let me watch you fall apart for me," he whispered, watching how you dripped down his length. Juices spilling out slightly around his cock. You always got so shamelessly wet for him.
And then it happened; you clamped down on him so tight his hips stuttered. Fucking you through it with long and deep, deliberate strokes.
And when you trembled like a little mess, shit, he came too; watching you cum was pretty enough for him to just follow. Face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard as he groaned, spilling his hot pearly seed so deep inside you.
Staying just like that for a moment. Bathing in this glow of filth and yet tenderness he loved to show you.
"God, I love you..." It was a little whispered confession when he held you through these small aftershocks that trembled through your body. Kissing the hollow on your throat with a tender reference.
"Always so good to me" Kakucho holds you, even when he pulls out slowly.
He was a king in aftercare, holding you, praising you. Helping you clean and then tugging you warm and content against his chest.
Whatever he needed to do, as long as he had you, everything would be bearable for this man...
Awwww thank you so much 🥹🥹🥰✨✨ I usually have like an upload plan. When what smaus are in the row but no worries some new are coming. When you have any smau ideas or wishes just let me know 🤌🏻🥹
first time intimacy with pip bernadotte?? 👀👀 reader losing virginity to him? what are your thoughts?
Sooooo I was so happy about that little request because Pip is sooooo underrated. I loved to write for him. 👀🤌🏻🤌🏻 thank you for that. 💖💖 Here you go with some headcanons I made about it 💖💅🏻
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · First Time Headcanons · feat. Pip Bernadotte
How this rough soldiers treats his lady when she is a sweet virgin.
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How this rough soldiers treats his lady when she is a sweet virgin.
Hello friendos, this was actually a really cool request from an anon. I was just so happy to get Pip requests!🥹🥹 I mean Alucard is my husband yes, but Pip is so underrated I mean… Hello sexy soldier guy 😩😩
So here we have some headcanons for first time intimacy with this lovely guy💖
Warnings: smūt, oral f receiving, p in v, first time, Pip being a French guy using French pet names like chérie and mon coeur what kind of means sweetheart
- I believe he would be so very smug and teasing, yet as the French guy he is and the tough soldier, he cherishes that you chose him.
- Overall, Pip would not be rushing, actually even when you want it sooner rather than later; he wants to court you. He wants to make you blush first so that you know what you're getting into. Every night could mean his death, yet in his eyes, you deserve to be courted properly. "You're too good for me, Cherie. That's the least I can do."
- "Mon coeur, you're killing me here. I feel like I am in the desert and you're the only water; you know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" he said it casually, leaning back, his one eye looking at you. So handsome and cocky, it made you blush as you just shook your head. He is living for that blush
- I think he would catch up on it by himself about you being a virgin. Not only because you blush so easily, but he noticed how shy you get when it gets closer. When you two were making out and he got a bit handsy, exploring and testing with what you were ok with. Knowing damn well, his girl was hiding that little secret and didn't want to seem inexperienced.
- And he was playing along; he didn't rush you when your breath got shaky; he lowered his hand from where he actually wanted to squeeze. He was a soldier trained to know what his enemy might do. You weren't the enemy, but every shift, no matter if mood or physical, he took it in and acted on it.
- For whatever reason, I believe he is a tits guy. He just can't help it. He sees them looking so nice in your top that when he sat back and stretched his legs, he ended up with that stupid smirk on his face
- Actually, when finally cupping them just to draw a whimper from you, he could've cum in his pants just from that. You were his girl, and the thought that he ever was the first to draw that breathy little whimper from you had him leaking. "They're so perfect...you're perfect."
- When you were actually ready for it, he noticed it. Simply because now the make-out session was in your little room. His knee between your legs, just to rub against that clothed treasure he was dying to be inside. Yet not without your clear yes.
"Fuck, Chérie, so warm down there. I can feel you throbbing." His words always made your heart hammer more against your chest. Yet your hips bucked up a little.
- Pip swallows your whimpers and moans one by one. Getting greedy, lips smacking against yours and hands roaming until both large palms were filled with your ass. Squeezing the soft flesh gently to draw that needy tone out of your mouth. "I cream my pants when you sound like this, do you know that?" telling you it may be to make you calmer, to let you see you were adored by him. Even when it might be a little crude
- And when you shyly wanted to confess you never had done this, he just looked down at you, his natural red hair open this time since you mentioned you like it that way. It was falling in his face; he gave a small chuckle, kissing your forehead. "I know, mon coeur. Your eyes got all so excited when I touched. But I wanted you to be ready. After all, who ever gives a rugged guy like me something so precious."
- But when it was finally out, he was all fire and flame to get you nice and wet. First things first, his coat came off. When he wanted to take off the hat, you frowned a little. Asking if he can keep it on. "Everything for the lady." He chuckled, leaning down and playfully biting your neck when he tugged on your shirt. In Pip's eyes, you were perfect. I believe since he is a very passionate guy, he actually would love women, no matter what the body type. Because he would see the beauty in it since the days as soldiers, he had seen so many ugly things. That your softness is something he craves a lot
- I do think he would take foreplay very seriously for the first time; he wants to make sure you're comfortable after all. So when he kissed down your neck, his hands roamed your sides and squeezed your hips. Only so he pulled down your top. Not giving you even time to be shy. Rough palms greeted the soft skin that spilled into his hands. "So soft, you're so pretty, you know that?" he spoke hoarsely before he started worshipping and took one nipple in his mouth while thumbing the other one
- Pip chuckled when he noticed you squeezed your legs together. Dying out of thirst to make you cum, just like the good girl you are. Because when he finally undressed you and parted your legs. He was so gone. "Fuck, chérie. That's the most perfect pussy I ever laid eyes on." His voice was deeper now, and believe me, that guy tries to be gentle, which you should expect from him. But when he is with his fae right in front of you, he just can't help it...
- You didn't get those sweet kisses on your inner thigh before, not that he wouldn't, but right now he was starving. You were his pretty, little thing. With a cute cunt, how should he not start to devour you. "Pardon me, chérie, but that's simply irresistible." And he was gone, so gone. His tongue found its way inside you before you knew it. Your thighs squeezed against the sides of his head. Auburn hair is a bit disheveled as you hold onto it and his hat. Your moans were so needy but also so overwhelmed when you whimpered his name.
"Your pussy is so divine, so wet. All that for me, a rough soldier?"
- When he ate you out, he actually made you cum twice, one time with only his tongue while his eye rolled back simply because you were addicting to him. The other time with the help of two fingers. He needed to sate his hunger first. When he actually prepared you with his fingers, he was gentler, slower at first. Giving you all the time in this world...
- As it was about the main part, then he sat up, still between your thighs. "Oh, look at that little blush. I just had my face in your pussy, and you can't look me in the eyes." He chuckled and made you look at him. Smirking even more as you said he couldn't say that. He stroked your cheek with his thumb; you were so cute to him.
- He actually took your hand and made you trace his abs. Luring it out of you. "I want you to touch me too, mon coeur. That's all yours," whispering it directly in your ear, had you getting slick. So your puffy lips were a bit shiny not only from his mouth on you
- So your hands explored him, the hard ridges of a tough life. Some scars that only added to his rugged vibe. That auburn hair that fell over his shoulder. When you palmed him, he bit his lip, but he didn't suppress the groan that escaped. Pip was open about how he felt about you. You needed to see how much you affect him. "Such a good girl, go on."
- When it finally was time for the main event, his thick cock nudged your entrance just to coat himself in your slick and bump your clit. It made you shudder so deliciously. His rough hands on your soft skin by your thighs, he kept rubbing soothing circles in it. "You're really ok with that? We still can stop when that's enough for you, chérie. I can wait a little longer." making sure you're content with him, that there was no pressure for you to get through it when you should be afraid. But you shook your head; you wanted it. You wanted him
- When you gave the OK, he slowly pushed in, only the angry red tip first. Pressing it in with deliberate slowness. "Shit, your pussy already wants to suck me in," he cursed, although it was so sexy when he groaned it into the crook of your neck. He always stopped in between to make sure you were ready for the next inch. And when he finally was settled deep inside you, you mewled when he bottomed out.
- "Gods, you feel so good. I could cum from just that. You make me be such a pathetic man, mon coeur." Pip spoke strained, kissing your neck and your cheeks. Whispering such sweet nothings in your ear to help you adjust
- When he started, the thrusts were measured at first, slowly. His eyes stayed on your face, cupping your jaw so you felt connected to him. "Don't hold those noises back. I want to hear every fucking sound from this sweet mouth," as his thumb touched your bottom lip once.
- As he noticed it got easier and your breathing settled into a steady chain of small whimpers, he got a bit faster. Not too rough yet. Although he already threw his head back, the hat fell off his head. "That's it, chérie. So good, so fucking good. You're my good girl, aren't you. With that most perfect pussy. Look how sloppy this cunt gets for me." Pip tended to talk a bit when he was really into it. Praising you all the way, how good you took him. Besides the fact he was stretching you out.
- At first you were embarrassed about the sound that was heard when he thrust inside your wet cunt, how obscene it sounded. But he explained to you it was one of the hottest sounds ever because you grew so wet because of him.
- As Pip noticed you got closer, he could feel your hands grabbing after his arms, so he leaned back over you. Actually kissing you was so messy as he swept his tongue inside your mouth and tangled it with yours. "Let go for me, mon coeur. Come on." Nearly spoken sweetly, but that brought you over the edge
- And when Pip came? Well, he just needed to watch how you clawed at his strong arms, how your mouth formed into this cute O shape, and how surprised you looked to cum so hard, although he already ate you out two times. He couldn't hold his load back. Thick, warm cum flooded your insides. Pip himself shuddering and cursing as he held your thighs open, as you started twitching. "Fuck, take it. You take all of it, so good. Look how it oozes out of you." Indeed, I feel like when he comes, it's kind of a long orgasm, with many spurts of cum. Shooting it in your womb so it oozed out when he pulled it out. Smearing the rest of his mess along your pussy lips, what had you trembling from overstimulation.
- I also believe Pip maybe wouldn't be that perfect guy in aftercare, but after your first time? He cleaned you so sweetly, wiping away the mess he made, praising you for how good you looked and how much he loves you. Kissing the top of your head. You got a little emotional after it. But he made sure every doubt you had was away. When you came down, he attacked you with a cuddly hug before he put you as close as he could and settled against the head of the bed with you in his arms, holding you as long as he wanted and as long as you needed....
„Pray for me, little one. See where this gets you.“ that velvet voice spoke. To be honest Alucard got off on those things. When he had you his sweet little nun.
All so holy, and so demure at first. And now you were bend over on your knees for a vampire. And this was not the first time. You always felt so ashamed that he could lure you in. That it got you slick and wet between your thighs. And now you looked so pretty bent over for him. Creamy skin asking to be bruised.
Your ass bouncing back so enticingly in the eyes of the predator that was currently railing you. Leaning over you from behind. Watching with crimson eyes how good his little, holy nun took his cock that split you open.
„Forgive me Lord for I…have sinned. I came to you pure and holy- ahhh Alucard.“ you tried to pray with shame and arousal yet a firm hand had smacked the delicate flesh underneath him. „Not so pure and holy now, when I‘m inside you. Aren’t you?“ his tone was mocking but laced with this vampiric charm that drew you in the first time. Your ass met the thrusts of his hips in the rhythm you craved. Deep and mean.
„So pretty, look at you creaming all over me while you try to pray. Go on let me hear it.“ he urged you as you could feel every vein of him dragging along your walls. Tits spilling out of the neckline he had tugged down before. A delicate silver necklace with a cross dangling between them….Alucard had you right where he wanted you bend over, a pretty holy pussy that creamed for him and that sweet voice that prayed because the sun he brought to you felt too good.
Once again, the fic came out in a time where I going through a very unfortunate moment in my life right now and rhis cheered me right back up, thank you so so so kindly ♥︎
Anytime it was a pleasure to write it ♥️ even when it took some time. I am glad you like it 🥹✨♥️
How a gloomy and rainy day in London unfolds when a certain vampire gentleman is in his little maids presence…
Hello friendos 💖 finally I managed to finish the lovely request from @queenofwerewolves 💖🤌🏻 it’s actually like a little second part to another Alucard story. This time with some gloomy slowdown vibes and the fragile delicacy of their love. I do love writing for him since Hellsing and especially Alucard has this romantic and dramatic goth vibe 😩 it’s what I am yearning for. And actually my Hellsing collection finally arrived so I was so motivated to finish this story 🥹♥️
Wordcount: 3,1 k
Warnings: fluff mostly
The clouds were gray in the sky; it was gloomy and rainy just like the past days. You already had delayed your errands. After everything seemed a bit to calm down after the last attacks. You tried to smile through it like always. Especially now that you kind of have a man on your side. Even when it still was about to unfold. You were careful about what you let in, Alucard knew that, and he respected it. Although it never kept him from watching over you. Watching over his Little Requiem that brought the light in a room filled with shadows and darkness.
You sighed a bit after trying to scrub away a stubborn spot of coffee from the perfectly polished table. It was just after breakfast; you really should get going. You had hoped for a little sun, but perhaps the weather was not on your terms. But it was fine; a bit of gloomy rain wouldn't kill you. Alucard was still awake; not even dawn made him tired. He was too occupied with the thoughts of you. How his little maid would hurry around, making the breakfast for his master. So sweetly unaware how he yearned for a taste of her blood. You still smelled absolutely divine to him. But he let your wings unfold. Alucard was so very old; he could wait a moment longer. It just made the anticipation even more delightful. Watching how you tried to please, to serve, simply being you. And you rose when he went to bed, yet not today...
Seras had let it slip through; you needed to go into the city, inside the busy London, to get some stuff. You technically wanted to do it with her; you liked it when she accompanied you. Yet the sun affected her, and unfortunately the night had been busy. In the end, you decided to go alone. You had thought to ask Alucard, but it still felt off to you to ask someone so impressive if he is going to accompany you for simple human errands. You were, after all, a more modern girl, maybe a bit dreamy, yet Alucard in his ancient beauty and also his gentlemanly demeanor made you think it maybe wasn't a thing for him. How would you find out that you were so wrong with that?
Just after you were done with the coffee spot and took off your little apron from your maid dress, you turned to Walter in the kitchen. "I would get going now, sir. I think I will be back in the noon. Thank you for the little extra time off between the day. I really appreciate it," you said to him, just to announce for the last time you would leave the house. Always a good girl, making sure you weren't needed. "Of course, (Y/N). Have a good time spending your money on wasted things." Walter replied, always the old man who simply grew a little fond of you like you were the granddaughter he never had. You just nodded before now finally wanting to get your coat. When suddenly a crimson, tall, looming shadow already held it up. Ready so you could slide inside.
"It's getting a bit cold outside, my dear. I grabbed the warmer coat for you." Alucard meant a smooth, velvet voice. The moment you heard and saw him, your steps faltered as you blinked up at him. Not expected, but when is this vampiric gentleman ever expected? "That's very lovely of you. Thank you," you meant as you slid in with your arms while he held it up. "I was thinking you might sleep, like Seras. After the last mission, you need to be tired, don't you?" you asked him, a slight blush was over your nose. That sweet voice of yours laced with some worry, even for an undying being like him. He chuckled as he stepped closer to you. His gloved hand gently caught your chin as he tilted your face upwards. It was so adorable how your blush deepened to a pinkish shade. Those pretty eyes that darted around, still trying to get used to that. But then they settled on him. "Not tired enough for you, my dear. Seras said something about you going into the city. I figured I would accompany you," he let you know as his thumbs grazed your bottom lip. "You don't mind my presence, sweetheart?" He could see he had startled you a little, but you quickly shook your head. "Of course not. I was just surprised, but in that good way. I always thought vampires couldn't go out in daylight? I can ask Walter to-" you already wanted to throw your little time schedule over just for him. "No need for that. Sunlight does not affect me. Although I admit I dislike the brightness, but it's raining. I am ready when you are," he explained patiently to you as you smiled up at him.
A smile is always so worthy to make it happen. It warmed something long forgotten in his heart. Not only a fraction or an illusion of a moment that was born from warmth. It was different. Because it was real, your feelings were real, that smile. That feeling made his own undead heart clench in a way he thought was forgotten.
Outside in the city, he was a steady presence next to you in his crimson coat. Holding up a black umbrella. It nearly seemed surreal to you being outside with the No-Life King. A man who grew more than fond of you, who patiently waited for you to get into his cage. A pretty little bird that was about to decide to be his. You are a sweet little thing, your existence simple but soothing in a way he had missed of humanity. Alucard indeed yearned for you, but in a very romantic way. He did not hush you; in fact, he encouraged that you take your time. The material worth was no longer one of his concerns, yet it was endearing to him how you sometimes just seemed to look at something you liked just to let out a little huff and walk past the store.
The rain is a cozy company this morning. It set the mood, a fogged-up London where the streets smelled like rain and maybe a bit of desperation for humanity to be saved. Streets where he had already spilled blood. But today it seemed more content. "When you want to buy something, you maybe should get into a store." Alucard said to you, as he looked down with a little smirk tugging at his lips. Those crimson eyes looked down at your form and simply observed what you did. You fidget then, before stopping and looking up at him. "I just want to spend my money responsibly, that's all," you replied, looking around a bit like a lost deer. "Oh sweetheart, don't tell me when you already got some time off from cleaning that manor and my coat that you break that pretty head about it." He teased you gently, which made you sigh.
"I was raised with not a lot of money, and I just don't want to buy something that is wasted. That's all. But maybe we should go inside; maybe there is something. Technically I only wanted to buy things I need," you mumbled as you tried to remember your list. "It's endearing; no need to rush. I like watching you," he said, followed by a dark chuckle. "You like watching me struggle for simple things." You meant a bit stubborn but not meant as a scold; actually, that was your way with him when it came to humor. "So you're only here to watch me?" you asked him, flashing excited eyes up to his tall frame. "I am here to spend time with you. You look more alive among the rain. Your eyes are brighter when you do something you like," the vampire pointed out, clearly a natural in making you blush with something he truly meant. "They're also brighter when you're polishing the glasses," he added, and you gently slapped his elbow. "It's meditative, ok." You tried to hide your little embarrassment behind your hair. Yet then you indeed went into a store. Actually, you wanted to get some of your usual things. Some errands, bringing letters to the mail for the little family you had left. Handwritten in pretty letters. In a time when everyone used e-mails and messages, you still sent handwritten letters to people that were important because it felt more personal.
Actually a trait he loved about you, you took so much effort even in the small things. His sweet maid is being all romantic in a very endearing way. But now you stood in front of a shop window. Some expensive and delicate jewelry was displayed. A white silver hair needle, with some ruby stones that had been draped around the hair needle as if they were little pools of blood, or maybe just ruby stones in a random pattern. For you, it looked like blood in snow, a horrifying yet beautiful contrast. "It would look perfect on you. Fitting even for your role, Little Requiem," he murmured. "It's expensive, far out of my range, Alucard. Even when Integra pays well, I am, after all, only a maid. Ruby stones are not on my agenda," you answered but gave him a smile.
Alucard's eyes landed on your face, reaching for a strand of hair that had escaped to the front. As he felt the texture of your hair and leaned in. So close you could smell that never-dying presence. "You should try it. I kept watching you for the last 30 minutes. You always stop at things, say how much you like them, and then walk further. No matter if it costs 2,500 pounds or just 25." He could actually point that out real quick; he already could see this phenomenon in other women even before your time. The classical moment when they look at something, saying how cute it is or how much they like it, just to not take it. "I am not sure; I can't buy it anyway." You meant even when your eyes darted to the hair needle again. "Try it for me then, would you, my dear?" It was formulated as a question, but you could hear the little urge in it. When he leaned in so close, you could only say yes.
As soon as you two were inside, it didn't take much time until Alucard talked with the man behind the reception. He was so smooth and his whole aura commanding, maybe given this to the fact he was an imposing person not only because he was a vampire. You felt weird being in a place like that. You never wore something so expensive. "Here, for the lady. To try it on." the man said and handed the hair needle over. You were mesmerized by it. It was so beautiful to you. Alucard smiled, actually, when he saw how you eyed it. Before you could try to put it in your hair, he stepped in front of you. "May I?" he asked, and his gloved hand lay out flat for you to give him the needle. You nodded, biting your lip. The only thing you always had in your hair when you were inside the manor working was your little maid headpiece.
When you turned around, he gathered your hair with skilled fingers. Not all of it, only the top layer, before gently twisting it around the delicate needle and making a little bun before securing it in your hair. For someone so brutal with such blood on his hands, Alucard was also able to show gentleness when he liked it. And he liked to give you a feeling of that. Besides the fact he was always so aware to have you close. The vampire remembered how content you had slept beside him in his coffin once. It was nighttime, usually his awake time. Your day had been exhausting, even when you never complained. But after scrubbing the whole huge hallway after a mess and trying to maintain order, it was too much even for you. The Hellsing Manor was your home, and no matter how much blood would drip on the floor, it was your determination to hold it intact. Simple, but important. That's when you had come to him, to feel content. He had you in his lap stroking your hair until you slept. And he spent hours looking in your face to listen to those thoughts in your dreams. Before he laid you down right next to him. And you even curled into his cold presence. It warmed his undead heart even more. No matter how much gore and blood he brought, you were always still drawn to him.
Just like now, you turned around to him then. "How does it look?" you asked with big eyes, adjusting your hair in the front. His red eyes took in your face for a moment, studying the way your hair fell around your face and how the delicate hair needle set in your hair was simply so fitting for you. The innocence of the white, like silver that was representing you and the rubies? That was him. "It looks like it was made only for you, little maid," the smooth voice called out as he brushed another strand of hair out of your face. "Only for me? You like it on me?" another insecure question as you were looking for a mirror to see yourself. When you found one, you looked excited because it was indeed suiting you, but it was out of your price range.
"It brings out your eyes, the curve of your cheekbones. And it matches me, a silent claim." Alucard told you as he stood behind you. Tall and looming with long limbs, but like a gentleman, he made you blush. Telling you exactly what he liked. Overall, Alucard had taste; he knew what would look good on you even when you didn't. Before you could say anything, he had already decided. "You need it, darling." And with that he turned around to the salesman. You grabbed the sleeve of his coat, but you saw he took off his glasses and looked the man deep in the eyes. You never witnessed when he used his manipulation skills. But in the end, you didn't even need to take it out of your hair.
"Alucard, you can't just do that," you said softly as you pulled out some pounds. "We don't rob anyone," he said to you with a deep chuckle. "What is when this man gets in trouble because of it?" You asked him and looked over to the man who already was oblivious. The vampire looked down on you, into these big pleading eyes. "I may not have the money, but we can't just take it with us, can we?" you said, trying to be reasonable as you wanted to pull it out. "You have a good heart; it's so pure in a way the whole world isn't." He sighed before he actually pulled out a sleek black card. He grabbed the receipt for the jewelry and scanned it by hand on the register. Before actually paying with the card. That had you left with your lips parted and looking up at him.
"You just paid it?" Not really a question even when it came out as one. "I want you to wear it, carry it as if it would be something from me. Consider this as a gift, sweetheart." And in the end, you ended up wearing it now. Outside the store he holds up the umbrella again, keeping you from getting wet. "You're impossible." You meant to have that feeling in your heart. "You shouldn't spend so much-" before you could even say it, he turned your chin with his fingers up to meet his intense gaze. "I don't find liking in material things at all. The card is for the official Hellsing organization. A gift... No need to feel bad; you wear it like a queen, my queen perhaps. Get over it, little maid. You're still questioning your worth, why?" When he explained, you felt the little lump in your throat, but you could hold his gaze now. Since his red eyes weren't only hungry but also filled with an ache.
"I am still me, while you're that. Tall, mighty, so charming, and handsome. I am nothing like a queen, or anything else. Just a maid." Those words tumbled out sweet but pained. The rain was still falling, leaving a pleasant and relaxing sound among you. Indeed, the foggy street and the rain made it feel heavy in a way that wasn't unpleasant. Definitely, quite the opposite. "My maid, my sweet little requiem. You're mine, even when you sometimes do not know your place. You will, I see it. Furthermore, you just need to open your eyes," he answered, his thumb grazing your bottom lip again as he leaned down. "I try to see; I just don't know what you see in me, what I don't" you meant then, as you felt that pull that seemed to come from him. "You don't need to look with your eyes, not with those." He started as he gave you a chase kiss on your forehead. "You need to see with your mind; you need to feel, my dear. You're precious." Alucard added.
"Right now, you're the flower among the sea of thorns, thriving in the rain because you refuse to let that put down your mood. Worried about old salesmen and still cleaning up my mess. Not shying away from blood. Not even afraid I will take yours." And it was true, indeed, so true. You weren't afraid of his teeth, his hunger, or anything because too many times he had proven you were more than a sweet smell or a tantalizing glimpse. You were his little requiem...." You would never hurt me; I know that. Even when you possess the power of so many, many tragic souls, Alucard," you answered. "I don't want to possess yours; I want you to give it to me freely; that's the difference, darling." And after he said it, he leaned further down. Cold lips touched yours. As he now cupped your face with both hands. And you kissed him back; it was a kiss proofed for love. For something you yearned for now deeper, ready to open up for that undead being, what seems soulless yet was so hungry for such pure humanity....and your love
It’s so hot right now my friends. And I hate this heat but you know what we all probably wouldn’t mind?
Laying on Getos sweaty chest. As his big hand cradles the back of your head and rubbing soothing circles into you. Giving such soothing praise. „You did so good for me, baby.“
His raven hair a bit tousled his expression still a little smug as he could hear how you whimpered helplessly. Still his thick cock was inside. Cherry red tip had hit your cervix so many times your body was limb by now. Even on top of him. Thighs trembling and his pearly white cum dripped out of you.
Because Suguru still couldn’t keep his hand off of you. Even when it was so hot outside and the sun was burning and had all of you sweating. And now you cheek laid squished against his muscular chest. Both of you sweat slicked yet he thrust up once inside you again. „Suguru!“ you whined instinctively grinding down although you were so overstimulated.
„Thats so cute, you’re so full of me and still that count weeps for me. It’s not like we would do anything else by that heatwave, huh sweetheart?“ he chuckled hands now gripping your hips to told you still.
„Such a greedy little thing you are. Although you had complained how hot it is today. It’s just getting hotter now.“
feat. Neji Hyuga, Naruto Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Kankuro, Kiba Inuzuka, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha
Hello friendos ✨ we’re beach with another Naruto Smau this time when you want to stack donuts on them and I believe we’re all curious to know if the let you or if you can convince them 😏🤣🤣 have fun 💖
Hiii is me, not to be a bother just curious on how that fic is going!
Hello ✨✨ I did not forget actually I was starting it. I had a really long Alucard request before this is already uploaded. And then unfortunately I changed my work project what is a bit stressful right now, that’s why I didn’t come to finish your story yet. 🥲 buts it’s already in progress, dry for the delay 🫠🫶🏻 thank you for being patient 💖
How he pulls you out of a situation that makes you uncomfortable. Because no matter how tough he is. He does not play around you.
Warnings: little angst (panic attacks and anxiety mentioned), fluff, your man being protective
Wordcount: 956
He might not always be the nicest one. But he does not play about you. Not once. He can see in the blink of an eye when something is wrong, when anything in your surroundings upsets you. All fun and games and messing around until it comes to his girl.
He knows you're anxious; you got panic attacks, and sometimes everything felt too much. Then he got on you always when you were around him. That one voice he used to talk with others, harsh, maybe a bit passively aggressive, turned gentle the second he saw you needed it.
That grin turned into a reassuring smile, a large hand that cradled the back of your head to pull you against him.
And when you were caught up in an unpleasant conversation? He stepped in; you were too polite, too nice to say you had no time or didn't want to talk. Especially when you already tried to show you weren't interested, but not everyone is good at reading into people's body language. He knew the second your eyes darted around or your smile was tighter than usual.
"And then we actually went to hit that new place, you know-" that boyfriend of one of your friends started talking with you. You didn't really like him, but you wouldn't say a thing. He saw it from afar; no matter what he had been occupied with, he stopped it. Sauntering over with long legs and pulling you closer. One of the first actions is to make you feel safe. Still that guy kept talking.
Your man took a breath in and then chuckled. "Back off, chatting time is over, buddy," he said it casually, flashing his eyes at him. "You need to go?" that man asked you, but instead of saying anything, what you tried, your man spoke for you. Not because he thought he needed to or you couldn't, but because he was aware he would make it cut straight and it would take you out of the situation.
"No, but she does not even like you and is tired of the words that come out of that thing that is moving the whole time," he said and pointed to his face with a smirk. "My mouth?" the other guy asked, clearly being confused. "Oh, yeah, that. It's annoying," he shot back with a grin before taking you by your waist and pulling you with him.
"You're always so straightforward." You meant it with a sigh, and it was not only that he could see the little shake in your fingers. How have you tried to suppress it? "Someone has to be." He meant and led you two further away from the crowd he put you in front of him. "You're too good for them, baby. Can't let you drown there, can I?" he meant and wiped a strand of hair out of your face.
"Don't suppress it; you know it just gets worse," he urged you gently. He could see your eyes filled with some tears. "But I don't want to have it now." You meant and tried to be stubborn towards yourself. You knew you got panic attacks, that heavy, uneasy feeling in your chest. Even when it did not always seem to be a reason there. And sometimes, you just didn't want it. You wanted to feel normal, not aware that normal was not always what it seemed.
"I know, no one does. You don't deserve it. But it's not a weakness to show it, not to me," he explains, as his one hand goes through his hair. "Not a weakness, yeah totally. I shit my pants when I need to go grocery shopping." You laughed out of frustration at the first tears spilled. "You know what the difference between us is?" he asked you, holding your hands in his palms. He traced your knuckles, tenderly even for someone so rough. "Did you say what you think?" you asked back as you watched how his fingers entangled with yours.
"I may get up the day and say fuck you into the world. I fight it, yes. But it's exhausting. While you think about it, you try facing what is making you afraid every fucking day. You make progress while I just ignore it. You're braver than I am. I may not be afraid of a fight or a mean word. But I don't want to face my demons the way you do. Because I wouldn't be strong enough." It was spoken with a genuine tone. He might be strong and not taking everything to heart. It doesn't mean that nothing would scare him, just not the same way it scared you.
But he knew he got an amazing girlfriend, with a heart too big for her own good, why you even ended up with him. And he would take that gift of your heart not lightly. You were the one good thing, and he would keep you. "That's not-" you wanted to talk it small again, but he didn't let you. "You can't change my mind about you, baby. You're strong. Those pretty tears? Just a proof of it, you feel, and you let yourself feel. That's more than most do. That's more than I deserve." After that, you broke out in small tears, and he hugged you while you hid your face in his neck. Your arms around his torso. And simply having a man who loved you, even with the panic attacks and the anxiety. Nothing about you scared him off; no, he even admired it. In his very own way.
Shuji Hanma, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Sanzu Harachuyio, Eren Yaeger, Kiba Inzuka, Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Geto, Baji Keisuke, Gyutaro, Akaza, Rindou, Reno, Enjin
I was thinking to make a new format like maybe how a relationship realistically with certain characters could look like? 👀🤣
I mean I like being delulu but delulu with canon vibe 🤣✨✨ but I am in the mood for Ted talk and why not having that here?
For example how a realistic relationship with Izana looks like. Or if some characters from Tokyo Revengerd are „fixable“. Like small rankings 🤣
Of course we add some others fandom too I mean we all want to know how a marriage with Suguru Gero looks like, yes? 👀 I am just so obsessed with that man.
But what do you say some fandom Ted talk and Rankigs? 🥹
Would you like to read some Ted Talks and Rankings about different fandoms 👀?
You just want to be a girly and put stickers in your boyfriends car and onto him as well! Even when they really need to brace themselves for it.
Hello friendos 💖 idk I saw this little trend on TikTok how girls decorated the inside of the car with stickers and then also puting them onto their man. So here we are 🤣🤌🏻 how these two guys react when you actually want to do it 👀🤣 also I picked Hello Kitty stickers because I like that cute shit especially Kuromi🤣✨
Wordcount: 2,5 k
Warnings: fluff, stickers, slightly suggestive in the end by both scenarios
Izana ~ Would love to kill Kuromi
You were so annoying to him now, yet not in that way that he actually wanted to miss it. You sat in the car with him. He just picked you up after your little shopping trip. Bags in the car, he had given you his black card; of course, you could take whatever you wanted. What had been cute clothing but then also ridiculous little merch. Clearly you were a low-key Kuromi girlie. You liked some cute stuff between maybe other aesthetics you enjoyed. So here you were spending money on glittery stickers. When you eyed him from the side with that smile on your lips as if you had a plan. "What?" he asked as he stopped by a traffic light, his tone sharp as always, but it lacked the bite. Not just because you told him you would show him every piece you got.
"I was just thinking, you look so good today." You giggled as your fingertips brushed his white hair. He sighed and gave you a look; he knew that giggle. One tanned hand with long fingers grabbed your thigh. Possessive as always, even when annoyed by his girl. You were his family, which means he would do anything for you even when he grumbled. "Yeah? What's on your mind that you're giggling like a gremlin? I already braced myself for that fashion show later. And your little merch haul," he said as he continued driving with one hand; his hand was grounding for you. But also for him, he liked spoiling you; it was his fault, right? He spoiled you; how could you expect anything less than princess treatment right now?
"You got everything you wanted, princess?" he asked you then as he scowled towards another driver. "What a motherfucker, just cut me off that corner," he cursed, then before actually glaring over and letting that guy know what a shit driver he was. "Yep, everything. And I also got some stickers, you know," you said then as you held your bubble tea and took a sip from it. "Stickers? What the fuck do you want with stickers?" he asked you, when you pulled them out from behind and folded them up, glittery Kuromi stickers and some were also holographic, absolute treasures.
"Decorate your car. It would be cute, and we have a touch of color here." You meant it in a serious tone. "No." He said it so fast that you actually took a shocked breath in and placed your hand over your chest. "No?" you asked as if you didn't hear right, clearly a bit messing with him. "Babe, how does that look? A sleek black GT-R with Hello Kitty stickers? They would get covered in blood at some point anyway," he explained, eyes on the road, although he could feel how you looked at him. "Kuromi, Izana. Kuromi stickers." You corrected him, and he knew it got serious when you actually said his forename. "Kuromi, right. That black, violet devil that invaded our bedroom," he muttered as his hand from your thigh ran through his hair. "A girl can't even mark her man's car; what a shame. Is anything allowed these days?" you said, pretending to feel betrayed as you turned away to the window.
"The fuck? You went shopping. How could you be now unsatisfied? You're such a spoiled brat, you know that?" he grumbled and looked over at you shortly before his eyes were on the road again. "Hmm." You just huffed. "Fine, you can put on one. Only one," he agreed; he was not immune to you. You turned around with that smile. "See that's an agreement." That smirk was so present in your voice. When you actually peeled one off now, that big one that was holographic. "You even get the best one, see," you said as you waved it into the air. "Great, now we just need those cringe car stickers for the rear window that say bullshit like, 'Don't beep me, I'm already crying'." Izana spoke clearly annoyed, but he loved his girl. He would get over it as you put it in the center with such care.
"I'm still not done though," you revealed with that silly voice and another loud sip of your bubble tea that made his brow scowl more. "What could you want now? I'm not doing face masks with you at home." He dropped it, and there followed some silence. Both of you are aware it had happened once, and he liked it more than he let on. "You remember when we-" you started, but he cut you off. "We don't talk about that."
"But what I want is.... I want to put stickers on you. Can I?" This time you didn't demand it; it was more a plea. You just wanted some cute time; that was all. He looked at you shortly with sharp eyes. He loved you; you were sweet and gave him a hold. You didn't leave when shit got tough. He could give you that. "Fine..." Izana agreed to it even when it seemed reluctant.
At home then, you actually didn't waste time before you even gave him a haul. You got your stickers as he stood in front of you. "Take your shirt off, otherwise it's no fun," you told him and pulled on the black shirt. He pulled it off to reveal the toned, tanned torso and flexing abs, and there it was again, that little stupid grin when you realized you didn't just get a possessive boyfriend but also a hot one. "I can't believe that this is happening now." Izana mumbled, but his eyes told you he was fine. And then you started your work. Each Kuromi sticker is carefully chosen; you put one on each of his abs. "Look at that, it's so cute," you occasionally mumbled, clearly delighted that he let you do it. "And we put one here," your voice announced as you rose up and put one glittery Kuromi sticker on his cheek. "Ohhhh wait, I got a cute idea; just let me-" you cut off yourself as you then quickly ran into the bathroom. You had several different Band-Aids in the closet; you chose the lilac ones as you put one on the side of his cheek with another sticker.
"It's so ridiculous. You spend money on those; why waste it on me." he asked you then and took a deep breath as you eyed him. "Well, I saw other girls doing that on social media, and I figured I could do that too. And it was absolutely worth it. Like the whole thing," you explained as you drew little circles in the air when you pointed at him. You actually blushed a little; he looked so good. Strong, and yet it was an absolute proof of his love for you that he let you put on silly stickers on him. Besides the fact it did things to you. "Don't tell me that shit turns you on?" The white-haired man, who was usually so cold and brutal to others, confronted you in that voice that cracked just once when he discovered your pink cheeks. "Not the stickers themselves, but you. I mean, I got a gorgeous man who lets me put on stickers and actually be a bit silly," you confessed as you rubbed your neck and gave him those shy eyes.
Izana didn't waste time; he used it, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer as he looked down at you. "You're annoying, you know that?" he asked you, yet his voice was a bit rougher. "Maybe a bit. But you like it," you shot back with a smirk. Before it ended in the way that you kissed each sticker on his body, even the one that you put right above the middle of the waistline of his pants he still wore...
Kakucho ~ My Melody is his melody
"Oh, you got new stickers. They look pretty." Kakucho pointed out, always the attentive one, as he carried your bags to the car. He was such a gentleman, always making you feel treated so right. A large palm on your lower back, you felt like royalty. And in the car, oh, he didn't even hesitate; he grabbed your favorite cold drink on the way to get you so you could sip it in the car. "You're so good to me, baby," you said as your eyes got all soft for him, pure adoration in your face for that man. "Nah, you make me be a better man. Get in, love," he said as he held open the door when you got in the car. As he jogged around to actually bring you back home.
Hell, this man would massage your feet when you asked him. He would bring you everything and always made sure you were hydrated and ate enough. He knew his girl too well, aware there were days you only ran on iced coffee and that's it. And Kakucho also made sure you could go shopping; it was needed badly after all the stress you had. Of course the shopping spree was on him. Actually, when you were in the last store, he was with you. He thought coming a bit earlier would make you happy, and he was right. He bought everything that you touched and looked on for a little longer. Simply putting it back with the words:"That's so cute," typical thinking you could not spend that much money. He didn't care; he wanted one day where you wouldn't need to worry about one thing.
And now in the car, his hand was on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles over your knee. "You're going to give me a little fashion show when we're home?" he asked you with a low voice while you already put on music in the car. "Ohh of course. I actually got you something you will be very happy when you see it." You smiled but pulled up your eyebrows; indeed, you bought a new delicate set of lingerie. Simply because you wanted to feel pretty but also hoped he would like it. Then you grabbed the stickers from behind. "You know what? What do you think about some color in here?" you asked him. He gave a small nod while his mismatched eyes were focused on the road. "Color? Why not? It could look nicer. You got the right eye for it. What idea do you have, sweetheart?" You simply loved the fact he would agree even when nothing seemed wrong with the inside of the car until now.
"I bought My Melody stickers; look, they're glittery, and this one, I could cry, it's so cute." You meant and pointed to one specific one; that was larger, and My Melody was holding a present. He gave it a quick look, still focused to get you home safely. "You want to put stickers in here? They probably won't last forever, hm?" he pointed out. Of course he did not want you to waste your stickers. "That's ok, we can buy different ones then. But you're ok with that?" you wanted to be reassured before you would decorate the black car in a cute pink glittery paradise.
"Go ahead, sweetheart. It will make me remind you of you and this moment." He gave you a reassuring smile and a slight squeeze on your knee. And then you already started to put on different stickers, the biggest one right on his side. You even hummed a bit to the song that was playing while you contentedly did what made you happy. Marking your man's car with cute stickers because what else would show this was your big lovely man? "So much better now, don't you think?" You meant seeming very proud of yourself for how carefully you chose what stickers would come here in the car. Because, of course, that was not all.
"I like the one above the compartment. That's an ice cream cone, right?" he declared as if this would be totally normal. But nothing was wrong when it made you happy. And stickers for sure wouldn't hurt him. He was devoted and just wanted you to feel that too. He was man enough to be girly. More like he accepted it in a warm tone and a smile. "I like that you're so patient with me. I actually-" you stopped yourself, even when it was like a really urgent request for you. But you didn't want to overdo it either.
"Hm? What's going on in that mind of yours, sweetheart?" he asked you, looking at you for a moment before his eyes found the road. You two were nearly home. "I mean, I know you tolerate a lot. I just don't want to overdo it," you meant as you took another little sip of your drink. He squeezed your thigh then. As if he ever would say no. He spoiled you the right way. "I am good when you're good. Go on, tell me," he encouraged you softly with that warm, booming voice.
"I want to put stickers on you, like, can I do it?" you then breathed out and asked, looking at him with big eyes. He chuckled; that big, scary man chuckled before giving you the most devoted eyes you have ever seen on him.
"And this was making my girl hesitate? Put on as many stickers as you like on me. Start with that one," he said and pointed to a cute My Melody sticker where she was driving a car. You giggled before you started your work, even here in the car. You carefully reached over to put a sticker over his nose. He looked cute like that. Especially in his suit. "At home I will put on more in other areas." You smirked as you observed him.
"Other areas?" he asked you then as he actually parked the car. "I bought new lingerie, and since you always keep up with me. We should see how that set looks on me. And I want to put on stickers on your abs, like on each one," you described as you playfully and silly wiggled your eyebrow before you needed to laugh out loud.
"Whatever you want, love. Just be aware when I have you, I'm not cute anymore," he said, his voice a bit hoarse as he kissed your temple before getting out of the car. Not even being bothered that other people saw him right now like this. It was just the little neighborhood, nothing too big; he could get over it.
Because as soon as you two would be inside, you would give him the little fashion show and wear the lingerie. He was done being patient. Kakuchos need to feel you were stronger. That big guy loved to pin you down no matter how many stickers you would put on him.
As he helped you out of the car, waiting for you to take his hand, you rose up and looked at him. "Can I stack donuts on it?" asking this question with such a serious tone, although you hid your smile. You loved asking silly questions. He needed a moment to process that. "What do you want to stack on it?" as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.
Hello friendos ✨ we’re back with another JJK smau and since it’s so hot here and I am craving ice cream I just thought we make this as the topic. 🤣🤣 besides the fact I was in the mood for some fluff. So enjoy 💖
How that nonchalant man feel when you the cute neighbor girl always bringing cookies suddenly starts to be his wet dream…
Hello friendos ✨🤌🏻 It’s the first time for me to write anything for Chainsaw Man actually now for my beloved man Aki 🌚🌚🤌🏻 idk why K feel like he just needs someone who takes care of him. Although seeing this man crumble slowly is delicious ngl 🤣🤌🏻 anyways have fun 💖
Wordcount: 1,7k
Warnings: smūt, dirty thoughts, domestic vibe, fluff, Aki just can’t ignore you
"Whoa, who is that?" Denji asked Aki just after you had waved the sweetest hello someone could. How your eyes lit up and your lips formed into a genuine smile.
You were Akis neighbor, and you sneaked your life way too much into his even when he pretended he didn't want that.
And since Denji and Power moved in, it was totally over. You were a cute girl, still absolutely attractive, and also absolutely oblivious to that fact.
One of the reasons why Aki avoided being around you, not that he had a chance to avoid it at all.
"That's our neighbor; behave. She is nice." Aki sighed as he stepped outside with Denji before pulling a cigarette between his lips. Always that nonchalant look on his face. A look he barely held onto when you were around.
"Nice? Dude, did you see her ti-?" Denji is head over heels for you even when he just saw you for not even 10 seconds. But Aki cut him off, steel blue eyes giving a flicker of something close to being possessive.
"We don't talk about her like that, Denji." It was a clear message.
"Why not? What she got clearly needs to be from a goddess, a devil or whatever. You kept hiding her." He groaned and ran a hand over his scruffy blonde hair.
"She was on a vacation; there's no hiding," he shrugged, already aware of what would happen the next day. Because you, little sweet you...
You were his unraveling, too eager and kind for your own good and too oblivious. Although Aki knew there was more to you.
It was back when you had moved into the apartment next door. When you wanted to make a good and polite first appearance. You brought cookies you made yourself. Gooey in the center and with milk chocolate that melted on the tongue. A domestic good to leave a good first impression. How he opened the door looking nearly even bored when you stood there, cookie plate in hand. Eyes wide and friendly. It was just the first meeting when you ended up yapping not just about yourself. Something about you was always very good at seeing what others needed when they dealt with being alone. Since you also have a lot of experience in being abandoned. But instead of Akis way to act nonchalant, you were full of brightness and trying to tend the world with kindness and your cookies.
After that he ended up with an empty cookie plate as he sat alone in the dark apartment. Because some words had hit deeper than he made it look towards you. How you had said:"Come over any time; I always have something to eat or tea. Oh, and company or an ear to listen. No pressure, though; being alone can be calming but also drowning or even loud. Anyway, I know you need to get going, and I'm talking too much...bye-bye." You waved and smiled before you turned to your door and left him speechless. He inhaled pretty much those cookies just because the silence didn't feel so suffocating then.
But this was never all because sometimes your need for connection was so high that you randomly started to show up to eat breakfast with him. Because coffee and a cigarette weren't really breakfast, right? And it took a lot of his willpower to not look too long when you bent over. Those sleeping shorts did nothing to hide any of your curves. Or when your sleeping top just rode up a bit to show more skin, not that this was your intention, but you looked like a sleepy dream. Because too often it had happened, he ended up having a boner underneath the table.
"You don't need to do this, you know that?" he had asked you one time, trying to act smooth, sounding detached as always as he sipped his coffee you made. It tasted better even when it was plain black. While his hard cock throbbed the moment you bent over the table to give him some of the pickled radish for breakfast. Your top had shifted lower, which gave him a shameless view of how good your tits looked in it.
"I don't, but I want to. Besides the fact I want to feel useful," you declared with way too much energy and a good mood that never seemed to dim. "Whatever...don't get used to it," but the tone was lacking the cold bite. You weren't exactly interrupting. Even when you yapped, it was soft and more like a melody in the morning than annoying. Aki didn't interrupt you. Worse, he even knew what you were talking about, even when he said he was not a morning person, but he caught everything. When you talked about the cat you greeted every day that sat on the fence in front of the apartment. When you talked about the shift in the little bubble tea store, you needed to throw a shaker after a minor tapioca pearl devil. You considered yourself as unshaken from that day on. You smiled when you could catch a hint of a smirk when he took another sip of coffee...
Akis acknowledged that even when you were too bright in your mood compared to him, you weren't annoying, dumb, or useless. You filled space with warmth, your yapping filled silence—not unpleasant, but in a way that made things bearable. Not that he ever told that to anyone. Your domestic side was not for everyone, but you decided to let Aki see it. Because you felt what he needed, and sometimes it was a simple breakfast in your opinion.
For Aki it was not just your body or your look. Although that emo diva also thought you were adorable and way too hot to be around Denji in any case. But it was your sweet nature; you saw a worth in him, and he didn't need to earn it for once.
The whole damn day Denji had talked about you. "You saw her for 10 seconds; she is not the love of your life, so would you just shut that mouth about it?" Aki meant after a minor mission. Power was also there now. "About whom are we talking? I mean, I heard "nice boobs" and "adorable face," but who is that idiot talking about?" she asked, upset to be left out of the news that clearly occupied everyone in the household.
"(Y/N), our neighbor, nothing interesting. Denji is just going to crash out over no-" even when he tried to play it down and drag his two roommates home like two stubborn kids... Denji cut him off.
"Over the most perfect boobs, and she smelled like cookies, I'm so sure. She got that vanilla note on her skin; I could get that." Denji declared proudly with a smirk, not that it seemed a bit worrying that he actually paid so much attention in 10 seconds.
"So we got a cookie girl now? Is that the message? Does she bring cookies? How often does she bring cookies?" Power asked, as always, the most important things, while Aki just rolled his eyes.
"She is our neighbor, dumbass. She is no 'Cookie Girl.' But she brings cookies once a week." He sighed with a heavy groan. Those two really cost him his patience.
"Once a week? Do you think when I let her pet Meowy, she brings more?"
Anyway, back at home, when he had made a stop in a store, Power and Aki were already home. This is when he wanted to get in the elevator. It was already full, but before it could get up, you tried to squeeze in too. Of course, when you spotted Aki, you chose to be squished against him.
"Ohhhh, sorry it's going to get a little cuddly," you chuckled and squeezed into the gap. Your breasts pillowed against his torso. That soft body yielded to his frame, and for a moment he was sure he needed to hold his breath. 'Fuck!' he said it in his mind. Because no power in this world could stop what was rising in his pants. You were sweet and tempting, and sometimes when you caught him staring into nothing, it was not because he was tired. It was because he imagined bending you over the table and taking you raw from behind. Just to listen to those little noises you would do. Or how you would spread yourself a bit more so he could go deeper. Something was telling him that you were a needy one.
"Good reminder to take the stairs next time," he said clipped; he looked away. "Come on, Aki. It could be worse. It's cozy and warm, a bit too warm, but we focus on good things," you meant and batted your lashes. This was when he looked in your face. It was cozy and warm, just as cozy and warm as it would be when you wrapped your legs around his waist as he would pound you into oblivion to hear how sloppy that cunt would get. And at this exact moment, it was when you felt it against your thigh. A hard, insistent bulge. When you noticed your iris widened just a fraction. Before that little smile on your face turned suspiciously sultry.
Not only that, Aki thought you were worth having an eye on, even when he denied it. But you liked him too; he was pretty no matter if his dark hair was down or in his signature ponytail. It was the calmness he brought, the way he let you yap. And now you just felt how much this man needed a break and to just feel something different than duty and responsibility. He could see that you felt it; it was unmistakable how it throbbed against you after the elevator rumbled a little. He knew it. Furthermore, he fucking knew you felt that hot length against him.
And when he realized that, he looked away again, this time with a blush over his nose. "Do you want me to come over later? I can make food," you suddenly asked, Aki too occupied to realize you just pressed closer against him even now. "You don't have to; I planned something." His voice was strained but sounded nonchalant.
"Then throw this plan away and let me do it. Someone needs to take care of you, don't you think, pretty boy?" And that was all it took, because now he felt it, how precum was leaking out of him. You called him pretty boy. You wanted to take care of him when you only knew how much that uptight and nonchalant man wanted to ruin you over the kitchen counter....
