Imagine your F/O cleaning up your bedroom for you while you're out of the house. Like, you left in such a hurry so your clothes were scattered all over the place, and you were dreading returning home to a bed you wouldn't even be able to lay on. But now you get home to find everything perfectly tidy and your F/O is waiting for you in your bed. Maybe they even bought you a new set of pajamas to get changed into. Just being taken care of like that and not having to worry about menial tasks is so yummy.
Reader is part of the Whitebeard Pirates and is in a relationship with Ace. One day, she hears Ace grunting and making odd sounds, and when she opens the kitchen door, she finds both Ace and Thatch in a compromising position. She misreads the situation, thinking Ace is cheating on her with Thatch. Marco shows up and makes the situation worse.
The kitchen aboard the Moby Dick was usually a loud place—but not this kind of loud.
From the hallway, you paused. A muffled thud. A strained grunt. Another voice—low, irritated. “…hold still, will you?!”
Your stomach dropped. That was Ace. And… Thatch? You edged closer, heart starting to pound. The door to the kitchen was slightly ajar, warm light spilling through the crack. Another noise—closer this time. A scuffle. A sharp exhale.
You didn’t think. You pushed the door open. And froze. Ace and Thatch were way too close together. Thatch had Ace by the arm, both of them leaning over the counter, bodies practically pressed together as they struggled. Ace’s face was flushed, teeth clenched as he twisted, clearly trying to pull away.
“Just let me go already!” Ace snapped.
“Not until you admit you were stealing again!” Thatch shot back, tightening his grip.
Your brain did not process “food theft.”
It processed everything else. Your face went blank. “…wow…okay then,” you said slowly, already backing toward the door. “I’m just gonna…leave you to it, yep.”
Ace blinked. “…huh?”
You turned to leave.
“WAIT—!” Ace yanked hard, finally breaking free from Thatch’s hold—only to stumble forward, nearly knocking over a stack of plates in the process. “It’s not what it looks like!” he shouted, pointing wildly between himself and Thatch. “I was just trying to grab food and he—!”
“Oh, so that’s what you’re calling it now?” Thatch cut in dryly, crossing his arms with a grin.
Ace looked like he might actually combust.
Before he could explain further, another voice drifted in from the doorway behind you.
“Well, well,” came the amused tone of Marco, who leaned casually against the frame. “Didn’t realise the kitchen doubled as a private meeting room, yoi.”
Ace’s soul visibly left his body. “IT’S NOT LIKE THAT EITHER!”
Marco raised a brow, clearly unconvinced—and very entertained.
You hesitated. Something about the scene finally clicked. The overturned pantry crate. The scattered bread rolls. Thatch’s grip was more exasperated than anything else. Ace’s very real look of panic—not guilt.
Oh. Oh no. Your shoulders dropped. “…oh.”
Ace turned to you immediately. “Oh?? That’s all you’ve got?!”
You walked back into the kitchen, now seeing it clearly for what it was: Ace, caught red-handed trying to sneak food again.
Thatch snorted. “Told you this would happen eventually.”
You pressed a hand to your face, half-laughing, half-mortified. “I thought— I mean, you two were— and the noises—”
“I was being attacked!” Ace protested.
“By consequences,” Thatch corrected.
Marco chuckled softly from the doorway. “This is better than I expected.”
You stepped up to Ace and, without another word, wrapped your arms around him.
He stiffened for a second—then relaxed instantly, burying his face into your shoulder with a groan.
“…you thought I was cheating on you with Thatch,” he muttered.
You nodded into his chest. “For, like… five very confusing seconds.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, incredulous. “Thatch?!”
“Hey!” Thatch said, offended.
You laughed, tightening your hug. “You’re an idiot.”
Ace huffed. “…yeah, but I’m your idiot.”
Marco clapped slowly from the doorway. “Touching. Truly. Now, can someone explain why half the kitchen looks like it lost a fight?”
“Ask him,” Thatch said, pointing at Ace.
Ace groaned again. And just like that, the chaos returned to normal.
Sender: ENA the Worker (From ENA Dream BBQ by Joel G)
Event: None
Warning Stamp: Suggestive Content Inside!
In your hands is a cream envelope sealed tight with a pink-striped, crimson tape. A round, silver stamp adorns the corner. If you bring it close enough to smell it, you can detect something like strawberry milk, but gentler and harder to discern.
Open it?
Greetings, and good fortune to you, my dear!
At least I hope so. Who's to say where the dice land when every day is its own face?
THEY DO THEIR OWN DAMN THING. BEST WE CAN DO IS JUST NOT WORRY ABOUT IT!
IF YOU'RE MAKING THAT STUPID 'STRESSED-OUT-FROM-LIFE' FACE, THEN QUIT IT ALREADY! YOU'RE READING A LETTER FROM YOUR BELOVED, SO ACT LIKE IT, JACKBUTT!
Apologies. It seems my dealmaking hand slipped. It happens quite often when I'm aspiring towards possibilities about you. Take this moment for instance! Just now, I was aspiring being next to you so that I could see your expressions when you were reading that part.
Even professionals ask for visions from g0d!
YOU BETTER BELIEVE THAT THERE'S SOME THINGS I WANT TO SEE FROM YOU. TRUST ME, HANDHOLDING ISN'T GONNA BE ENOUGH TO PAY OFF YOUR DEBT!
An old sales trick--jests to enhance productivity and drive profits! Although, speaking truthfully, it is an offer that always stands for my most trusted associate. I'm familiar with your demographic; it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Allow me to aspire towards your current hue one more time. Haha. How delightful!
I'm probably being too forward. We'll circle back to it when you've returned. Hoping for punctual travels!
I hope that it won't hurt to add this on the record, but it'd be nice to see my partner face-to-face(s). Anyhoo...
TICK-TICK-TICK. DO YOU THINK I'M GONNA SIT AROUND AND FILE MY NAILS WHILE WAITING FOR YOU TO COME BACK? WELL I ALREADY AM! I'M LOSING MY FREAKIN' MIND!
X O X O X O X O X FREAKIN' O! DO I NEED A BILLBOARD OR ARE WE DONE!?
Your esteemed partner,
Guess~
USE YOUR SKULL'S FLESH COMPUTER. IF IT WAS A LETTER FROM ANOTHER ENTITY, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE EVEN OPENED THIS LETTER IN THE FIRST PLACE. RIGHT?!
omg,,, my first homicipher request!! i have been so in love with all of the characters in this game and it has been so fun playing through all of the routes! i do get easily jumpscared bc i am a coward but hey, fear and adrenaline adds to emotions I am pretty sure ;>
as always~ the fun stuff is under the cut~
Where were you again...?
Oh, right, you were stuck down here, running around mindlessly, looking for an elevator that may or may not bring you back to your world... And everyone surrounding you was a creature that was almost beyond human comprehension. But... they were kind, kinder than anyone had ever really been to you, and they cared, they cared so much about you, about how you felt, about how your body ached and reacted. Sure, it could have been because they wanted to do experiments on you, maybe even take your arms, but it being cared for like this felt so nice. Honestly, it would be a waste to leave everyone down here. How would you even live life normally again after meeting everyone?
A soft groan escaped your lips as you rolled over on the bed, flopping your head down into the pillow that had definitely been untouched for a while, but it was better than laying on the ground. You could not imagine how it felt for Mr. Chopped- where even was he? Where was anyone? The room suddenly felt far more cold and empty than it had before. Anxiety crept into your chest and in an attempt to comfort yourself, you pulled the white blanket up to your head, wanting to hide from the vast empty echoes of the labyrinth where you found yourself confined. ... Why did it feel like you were being watched...?
Lifting the sheet up hesitantly, you tilted your head downwards, unknowingly holding your breath as you glanced down at your legs. Nothing... You set the sheet down and let out the breath you had been holding, looking around the room. You were just being paranoid because you were alone, there was nothing to worry about, you were sure Mr. Crawling would be around at any moment and you would feel better. Shaking your head, you lifted the sheets to lay back down and-
"AHHHH!!!!" Your whole body jumped, a scream involuntarily coming out, legs pressing together as you made eye contact with Mr. Gap smiling up at you from under the covers. "When did you get here?!" you yelled, fingers trembling as you held the sheets up, eyes wide.
"I help..." Mr. Gap mumbled, a smile on his face, his visible eye upturned with small crinkles in the corners of them.
"Is there a reason why you are smiling so hard?" you asked, a smile on your face, wondering what organ or part of your body he was going to ask to take.
Mr. Gap tilted his head, not understanding your question, his smile still ever-so-prevalent. "Give?" he asked. "Me want have." Mr. Gap repeated, his voice a little more firm. You could feel his warm breath hitting the insides of your thighs, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the warmth in the cold room. "Want what?" you asked, thighs shifting to close from the embarrassment of Mr. Gap's head being so close to such intimate areas.
"Want you."
Strong hands wrapped themselves around the inside of your thighs, pinning them open despite your attempts to force them closed. "M-me?!" your voice squeaked in surprise as your pants were ripped clear off of your legs. Mr. Gap's face leaned forward, huffing your scent, his fingers digging deeper into the squishy flesh of your thighs.
"Smell good. Smell like. Want. Want. Want." Mr. Gap repeated, massaging your thighs in his palms obsessively, his words melting into mere mumbles as his teeth caught the fabric of your underwear, ripping them off (though you were unsure if he ate them or dropped them onto the bed, they were destroyed anyways).
"Mr. Gap..." a breathless mutter came from your lips as Mr. Gap's mouth wrapped around your pussy, his tongue frotting against your clit. Your hips lifted at the sensation, a small whine leaving your lips as Mr. Gap's tongue started to speed up, greedily lapping up the arousal that started to drip from your vagina. How did he even know how to do this?
Your hand slid beneath the sheets, wrapping your fingers around his hair as his tongue buried itself inside of your pussy, rubbing against your insides, easily gliding around in your arousal. Mr. Gap let out a low groan, a noise you had never heard him make before as his hand slid up your thigh before hovering just below his chin. His lips wrapped themselves hungrily around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves as two of his fingers circled around your soaked and sensitive entrance. A moan of pure desperation and a need like none other you have felt before came from your agape mouth, tugging on Mr. Gap's long hair, which had started to become knotted between your fingers. Your gazes caught one another, and you could see and feel his smile get wider before he sunk his fingers without warning into you.
Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, walls clenching around Mr. Gap's unforgiving fingers that slid deep inside like he was going to pull your internal organs out from you. Your hips rocked, riding his fingers as his tongue pressed against your clit, flicking up and down as he sucked. Those calloused fingers provided a much needed texture, curling inside of you and forcing your walls wider open.
Hearing such beautiful mewls coming from you, and feeling your hips starting to tremble, closing in on your orgasm, Mr. Gap cruelly slid his slick-covered digits out of your pussy, rubbing your hole as you gasped and looked at him with eyes that could only be described as downright pathetic. In an action even more cruel, he pulled his mouth away from your swollen and throbbing clit. Your head lifted, your eyes wide in surprise as he rested his head on your thigh and just smiled at you, a taunting, cruel smile.
"You know exactly what you are doing..." you whined out, rolling your hips towards his face. "Me funny." "No," you retorted back with a pout on your lips. Mr. Gap laughed, fingers still mindlessly rubbing your opening, which was now soaking the sheets beneath you. "Me funny. You cute." Mr. Gap looked up at your face, which was twinged pink before he pushed three of his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of your hole far rougher than he had before. At full force, your orgasm hit your body at full force, crying out Mr. Gap's name as your cum squirted into his mouth and he greedily swallowed it.
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I am an extremely burnt out office worker who wants something to do on his breaks other than sitting and twiddling his thumbs until he goes back to his desk. I also love Hong Lu.
So, I thought I would offer up reader insert content! This includes both headcanons and little drabbles. What I do depends on my energy level; please do be patient with me!
Rules (I will delete anything that does not follow them without notice):
1. I only do Hong Lu. By default, I do post-C8 Sinner Hong Lu, so if you send in a request with no Hong Lu parameters I will assume this is what you want.
2. My creed is to keep him as in character as possible. If you ask for one of the colder Hong Lu IDs or a pre-C8 Hong Lu, he will be true to how he is/was.
3. I don't do yandere stuff right now. I may warm up to it later as time heals me, but it's currently an ick of mine for very personal reasons.
4. Since this is a ploy to keep me occupied on my work break and I also don't have the time to make sure minors are not following this blog, there will be NO NSFW REQUESTS. You can ask for something a little spicy but full on NSFW is a no go. Sorry! Maybe I'll make an alt later or something idk
Sfw and nsfw headcannons for mayuri with a fem but he actually loves her plz
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Mayuri Kurotsuchi SFW and NSFW Relationship Headcanons
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Random:Bleach
Rated: 18+
Genre: sfw and smutty headcanons
Warnings: slight mention of cnc roleplay
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✿-Mayuri first met his s/o, he had little to no interest in them.
✿- I mean he had little to no interest in dating in general.
✿He doesn’t have time to date, he is busy doing too many experiments all at once.
✿- So, in order to somehow attract him you have to have a very interesting personalty.
✿- He is strictly a personalty kind of guy, he doesn’t give 2 shits about looks.
✿-You could look like the weirdest gremlin in the whole soul society and he would still think his s/o is attractive.
✿- That being said, once you do catch his interest dating him would be interesting.
✿He would really enjoy someone who is also into science because they both have something in common. But, it’s okay if his s/o isn’t into it either. As long as they are interesting in some way or another it doesn’t matter.
✿Once you two start to date people can slowly start to see him act differently around his s/o than with others.
✿ we know that he generally has no regard over most others, but with his s/o it’s different…
✿He doesn’t want to do any experiments (or at least any, dangerous ones.) especially if his s/o lack the same views and or interest in them.
✿If his s/o has no interest in science or experiments then he would prefer for his s/o to be completely separate from it.
✿The most his s/o would be is just hanging out in his lab (He even has a nice chair or love seat for them to sit in, and yes, people have question it to him.)
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✿I feel like in general he doesn’t really have a high sex drive.
✿but when he does want to have sex ooohhh boy.
✿He is a very kinky person ngl.
✿ He is into roleplay, you can kind of guess of the roleplay he is into.
✿Also into doctor/patient roleplay as long he can “use” his crazy tools on his s/o and especially if his s/o enjoys it.
✿Definitely more of dominate, and he also loves degrading his partners.
✿ he is both a sadist and a masochist at the same. (Sadist leaning)
✿Enjoys someone who is a huge masochist.
✿He likes very messy sex, he enjoys all of the slobber, tears, and bodily fluids.
✿HE IS A TEASE and he loves to edge his partners to the point of them crying and begging for them to let him cum.
✿When he is domming, he loves brats, just more fun ways for him to “torture” them.
✿Favorite place and probably the only place for you guys to have sex is in his lab since he is always in there.
✿But every once in while you guys can take it in his office or his bedroom it just really depends on his mood.
✿Enjoys face fucking, and sloppy blowjobs, and “forcing” his s/o a blowjob.
✿I’m going to be honest, this is a heated opinion but I think he would low-key be into cnc roleplay.
✿ONLY IF HIS S/o LIKES IT. CONSENT IS IMPORTANT!
✿Sometimes he has his makeup on during sex, it’s mainly equal parts. One day he will, one day he wont,
✿does do after care with his s/o because he cares about them greatly.
✿when he is feeling soft (which is a treat) he will praise them, and caress them gently.
✿Enjoys skin on skin contact.
✿Either way, no matter who is s/o he still loves them and will do whatever he can to make his s/o comfortable during sex.
Hello yall! I am Astaroth aka Astie and I run the Babygirl blogs. I am 22. Below the cut are the characters I write for in regards of Zootopia :))))
❝ characters i write for — zootopia ❞
judy hopps
nick wilde
chief bogo
benjamin clawhauser
bonnie hopps
stu hopps
gideon grey
dawn bellwether
mayor leodore lionheart
flash
priscilla
yax
mr. big
fru fru
duke weaselton
finnick
gazelle
dr. madge honey badger
dr. fuzzleton
officer mc horn
officer fangmeyer
officer wolford
officer delgado
judy’s siblings
manchas
mr. otterton
mrs. otterton
skye
gary
nibbles
zpd officers
zootopia citizens
background animals
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x reader / ships / platonic all welcome
fluff, angst, and light/dark themes all okay (just specify)
i write for everyone, including minor, background, and sequel characters
