I just like big men tatas

Call me mustard

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#132 He can never unsee-

Tiny Hashira*Is sparring with Gyomei*All this fighting is making me SO DAMN HOT~

Gyomei*Arms crossed, amused*...

Tiny Hashira*Smirks up at him*

Gyomei*Picks you up like a sack and walks away to his shed*...

Uzui*Who was in the area along with his wives, peeked inside for curiosity*...Omg, it looks like he's chalking a pool cue-

[3690134xfor9]

yujiro 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[unstuckmusturd]

immaculate skill of drawing very round muscly things 🤲🙇‍♀️

[blackknight-kai]

How would you write fem reader who wants to be dominant? She wants to give Destined One and Sun Wukong a blowjob in the middle of their foreplay. I feel like it's going to drive both of them insane lol. Afterall the Kings needs to be served.

You’re right! A king DOES need to be served. And he deserves it too! I feel like he’s going to definitely be here for it. You sucking him off? Oh yeah.

I do think he’d be surprised by it though, not exactly expecting you to take charge in that way as most likely he’s always leading a bit. Getting you to take him into his mouth while not a challenge or anything may be something he’s guided you to do, it being on his terms before. His control.

So when you reach out and pause your foreplay, pointedly putting your hand just above his cock he’s gonna be a bit taken aback, not in a bad way. And when you tell him you want HIM to sit back and relax and let YOU take care of him? Well…..N.S.F.W under cut.

Both

- [ ] His fur is going to ripple down his spine as you talk. Entirely taken by surprise and absolutely interested in it.

- [ ] He’s gonna be breathing a little heavier and he’s gonna feel hotter after you bring it up.

- [ ] He is going to ask you if you’re sure - wants to make sure youre not doing it because you feel like you HAVE to.

- [ ] He’s kinda nervous. This is a first.

- [ ] If you want it though, you got it.

- [ ] His tail is going to wrap around your shoulders / neck, not to guide you. But to touch you, be with you.

- [ ] He’s going to kiss the fuck out of you when you’re done.

- [ ] Be prepared too for him to be EXTRA ramped up after regardless of if he comes or not. Feral Monkey has been playing good just for you and now ready to TAKE.

- [ ] Is going to worship you immediately after - be ready.

- [ ] Figures out he LIKES you taking control and allows it more often - sometimes demands/requests it or goads you into it.

Destined One

- [ ] Honestly goes down kinda easy.

- [ ] He’s nervous about it but happy to let you have your way. Nervous because it’s new, not because he’s scared.

- [ ] As you have him on his back, which is also a little vulnerable (when hes not eating you out or holding you up and having you ride in) he’s going to feel a bit like he’s doing something wrong at first - mainly because he likes to service YOU.

- [ ] He’s turned on though dont mistake that. As you kiss him and kiss down his body hes gonna sigh and relax a little.

- [ ] His eyes are going to be GLUED to you.

- [ ] He’s going to shiver and sigh as you touch him, when you pull his pants down it takes everything in him not to physically react.

- [ ] His eyes are going to be wide, his breaths coming short and fast as you stroke him a few times, getting him nice and hard.

- [ ] Your mouth being so close to his cock is always tantalizing but you controlling the show adds an extra level of tension, he’s not sure WHAT you might do at any given moment.

- [ ] When you lick him he’s going to grit his teeth and his body is going to go tense - he might jerk a little at the sensation and his tail is certainly going to be reacting with his nervous but interested energy.

- [ ] At first he’s gonna be a bit stiff but as you get going, licking him and sucking the head of his cock into your mouth the pleasure is going to start to override his nerves.

- [ ] As you take him into your mouth, going at your own pace, he’s going to finally start making sounds. Groans and husky sounds will leave his throat - he will try to keep them quiet at first but that wont last.

- [ ] He’s going to keep his hips still for you, as much as he REALLY REALLY wants to thrust his hip and bury his cock in your mouth to a pace he wants, he’s going to shake with the effort to keep still.

- [ ] Will gently touch your face in reverence as you bring him pleasure, awed that you’re doing this for him.

- [ ] Wont try to force your head down or force your pace, he just wants to touch you, connect with you while you move as you please.

- [ ] As things ramp up hes going to get louder, have a harder time of holding himself still - he will do it for you though, his eyes are gonna glaze over as he gets lost in the rhythm of your mouth movements.

- [ ] Each thing you do is unexpected since you control the pace and how you touch him. Learning him and his triggers. So he’s going to be a bit more sensitive than usual.

- [ ] When he comes he will do his best to warn you, might try to pull you off him. Regardless of if you take his spend down your throat or it lands ON you, he’s going to groan LOUD and he’s going to TREMBLE with the effort not to fuck up into your mouth or fist as he rides the waves of his orgasm.

Wukong

- [ ] Oh, he’s gonna be a bit difficult. Not because he doesnt want it. But because while he doesnt mind playing with YOU and servicing YOU, he’s not used to being serviced like THIS. And he cant predict what youre going to do.

- [ ] He’s hella into it though regardless of how he pretends or hems and haws over it. His dick is aching and pulsing in his pants at the thought.

- [ ] When you finally coax him to settle down on to his back, he might try to use humor to hide his little bit of nerves.

- [ ] Easy way to get him to submit? Remind him he’s a King and that Kings deserve to be served. That YOU want to service him. Play into that fat ego and he caves.

- [ ] Dont let him deter you or distract you - he will absolutely try to distract you.

- [ ] Your best bet is to stroke him immediately, get his attention on his aching cock so you can kiss him and touch him how you want if you wanna kiss down his chest and abs or even cheekily bite his nipple.

- [ ] He is MOUTHY. So be prepared for him to try to boss you around. Don’t let him and do what you want anyway until he realizes you aren’t going to go at HIS pace.

- [ ] He is NOT going to look away from you for a second. He’s locked in.

- [ ] As you start to lick on him or suck his cock into your wet eager mouth, his hips might twitch here and there, you may need to put pressure on his hips to remind him who is in charge. Don’t worry, he wont force you or force your hand. He just likes to push back a little like a brat.

- [ ] He will have both hands on your face, looking at you with the warmest (lust filled) awed expression. He just wants to touch you and caress your cheeks or rest his hand on your head, not forcing you in anyway.

- [ ] Wukong is going to say the filthiest shit and he does NOT hold back his groans and pleasure sounds, always one for voicing his pleasure.

- [ ] His body will be stone still for the most part, not wanting show how affected he really is and how insane this is making him. His tail though will be lashing and flicking before it settles on your shoulders/neck gently.

- [ ] He’s gonna drool a little too doing his best to keep himself in check but hes gnawing at the bit to take control.

- [ ] You’re gorgeous like this though and there is no way in hell is he going to stop you or make you upset, nope. Nuh uh. This is HEAVEN.

- [ ] Quickly comes to realize how amazing this is and ‘why the hell have I never let you do this before’.

- [ ] He has a new found appreciation of you taking command and the lead like this.

- [ ] As you find the spots hes most sensitive he’s going to continue to just be loud and obvious with his pleasure, easily letting you know exactly what he likes best.

- [ ] Pretty soon hes gonna be relaxing back, allowing you to have the full control you want GLADLY.

- [ ] Will absolutely say shit like ‘Look how full and beautiful your mouth is as you service your King, yes suck it just like that’. Arrogant ass that he is.

- [ ] Is going to stroke your cheek and shiver and groan as he feels his cock moving in your mouth.

- [ ] When he gets ready to come he’s going warn you but its going to be near last second as his orgasm sneaks up on him suddenly, giving you the choice of swallowing him down or letting him coat you in his release.

[3690134xfor9]

ガイア🫳 🙃

[blackknight-kai]

Just Silly thoughts!

Wukong/DO on bodily functions. Just something silly and fun 🫶 - Slightly immature behavior but hey, farts are funny.

I feel like he would be 100% over your shit if you were embarrassed by your bodily functions. I don’t mean mad about it, he’d find it cute as hell, but also “Why be embarrassed? That makes no sense.”

- [ ] If you have gas and he catches you trying to hold it, he’s gonna give you shit for having a tummy ache. (Might even make you lie down on your stomach or he will push on your stomach gently to ‘help’ you 🤣)

- [ ] He’s gonna roll his eyes and huff when you go off somewhere to toot away from his ears (he can hear it). ‘Why? Everyone does it who cares?????’

- [ ] First time you fart in front of him he’s gonna laugh and be so damn proud (also find you cute AS FUCK- regardless of it was an accident or not. (DO will be snickering, WK full on laughing. He’d probably fall over or trip - his tail would be swishing happily.

- [ ] He’s gonna let one rip though so you don’t feel bad/alone.

- [ ] Will definitely not care / be embarrassed about his own gas.

- [ ] Might lure you over to a bush or something where he just let out a silent fart and now you have to smell it.

- [ ] Would definitely pretend to hear something and when you stop to listen too would rip ass and then keep walking as though he didn’t do shit.

- [ ] Absolutely would dutch oven you. Watch out.

- [ ] He won’t do these things super often, he does want you to like him 🤣.

- [ ] If you’re hiding your burps….hes gonna give you a ‘Really?’ Look and roll his eyes.

- [ ] I bet, just to piss you off he’s gonna do a “burp and blow” which is burp and blow it in your face as though to say “see it’s not embarrassing”. (I’d kill him fyi - make a fur coat out of him)

- [ ] Give a big ass loud burp around him, I dare you. He will lose it. Eyes big and wide and then he’s gonna cackle like an idiot and try to one up you.

- [ ] You can be dainty all you want but he will not care that you burp or fart no matter if it’s silent or loud, he just doesn’t want you feeling sick or feeling bad about yourself.

- [ ] You’re sweaty? So. He thinks it’s hot. (He will lick it off). He likes your smell. even BO is fine if after fighting or working out etc, he doesn’t care, he knows he stinks sometimes too. You can shower together/ be gross together (until it’s time to clean because he is regularly clean)

- [ ] Have a shark week? He DOES NOT CARE, out side of maybe it attracting enemies more frequently. (Making another thing for this so I won’t go into detail yet)

- [ ] Have a weak stomach? Ehhhh he might get kick out of you gagging at bad smells and stuff. He will accommodate as best he can for it though, he’s not gonna dislike you for it.

- [ ] That said if you’re one of those people that ‘gag’ from hearing someone else gag….i feel bad for you because he’s gonna randomly do it just to make you do it and then laugh. Jackass.

- [ ] Get pimples and zits? He will help you pop them if they need it.

- [ ] Oily skin? Again, does not care. Want him to help wash your face and put stuff on it? He will.

- [ ] Frizzy hair? Oily hair? Hair different than his?? He will learn how to help you take care of it.

- [ ] You have excessive body hair? Cool him too. Hed like that.

[blackknight-kai]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Another new fic! Mind the tags 🫶

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 11

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader + outdoors/public

How are yall spending your weekend? Im gonna spend it doing absolutely nothing, i hope. This kinda goes along with the vader prompt from last year, which you can read here. But it can still be read as a stand-alone, i think?

this has some dom/sub vibes between the reader and Vader, that just came as i wrote this. enjoy.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Being Darth Vader’s imperial officer came with its benefits and drawbacks. Being so clearly marked as Vader’s, in a special uniform that fit his colour scheme awoke fear in those around you, and garnered you much respect. It also meant you didn’t have to fear your superior in the same way, especially after you had started frequenting his quarters so he could “make sure your uniform was up to code”.

Most times it ended with you on your knees with him in your mouth, but on days where his pains were at the worst, Lord Vader simply used the force to have his way with you instead. You couldn’t see his face, and there was little chance you ever would, but you had a feeling he was smiling. At least a little, as you writhed and gasped on the cold metal floors of his chambers, as he played you like the little tool you were to him.

Sith did not love, it was not in their nature. But Vader could admit he was at least… fond of you. it was not in the same way he felt about Padme, no one could be Padme. But you were different in your own way. You didn’t fear him the same way as everyone else. You did fear him, everyone did, but it had a layer of respect in it that he hadn’t felt since he was Anakin Skywalker.

Your loud dreams about both Vader and Skywalker also helped with that, as Vader worked to slowly push the thoughts of Anakin out and replace them with only himself. It did feel nice to sometimes take the form of Anakin in your dreams, just so you could fuck him for once, since that wasn’t possible after he became more machine than man.

But being Vader’s own personal imperial officer, his “pet” as some whispered around the ship or death star, also came with the benefit that nobody dared question you. Or rather, nobody dared question Lord Vader. Which was why nobody questioned your position at his feet as he stood, staring out into hyperspace.

The few working around the bridge dared barely look in your direction, most fearing the powers of the force. Most knew little about the force, only that it was a power that made a being able to do things that should only be possible by gods. And the empire had made sure to scrub away what little knowledge there was. This resulted in most thinking that Vader always knew what they were thinking. He could, if he wanted too, and did most days. But with you at his feet there were more interesting things to focus on.

You had been ordered to stay quiet as you rubbed against his boot, feeling the unforgiving nature of his metal limbs against where you were most sensitive. Your uniform was pristine as always, not even allowed to have a single stitching out of place. That would be insulting to your lord you know, to walk around in such a special uniform and look dirty or disorganized.

But it was so hard to keep your face blank and your voice silent as you felt the force tighten around your base again, putting a stop to the orgasm that had been bubbling for what must have been the tenth time. At least, you thought so, maybe you had lost track.

The whine that was bubbling up in your throat was cut up with a familiar pressure, the minimal creak of Vader’s gloved hand telling you that he was using the force to quiet you. He had never choked you to near death, but he liked to remind you that he could. Vader could do anything to you, and at this point, after serving him for so long, you had a feeling you would let him.

As if he could sense your thoughts, which he most likely could, the squeezing around your throat and shaft lessened. It was still there, like an ever-constant reminder that he could snap your neck if he so wanted, but it only served to make your blood rush faster.

It was a little messy that your body had learned to become aroused by his threats, or perhaps promises, that he could kill you if he so pleased. About Vader’s absolute power over you, and anyone under his rule. The emperor may be the one at the top, but to you, Vader was the greatest.

The minimal hitch in his rhythmic breath made you shudder. He had liked those thoughts. It was only your amount of experience that you knew that, having had to learn what every minimal hitch of breath, curl of a finger, or turn of his helmet covered head meant. But it felt so rewarding now, to be the only one able to pick such things up.

There was a press against your prostate, an invisible force that you now knew was the force. Lord Vader had clearly been pleased with your opinion of him, rewarding you by rubbing that one place inside you that you didn’t touch yourself anymore, after Vader had ordered you not too.

It made a shuddering soft gasp leave you, causing an immediate flash of shame and panic to fill your chest. Lord Vader had told you to be quiet, and yet you had gasped, loud enough for those sitting by the panels closest dared peak over, before immediately looking away in fear once more.

You could feel tears gather in your eyes. You must have disappointed Lord Vader so much, you couldn’t even follow a simple order. The thought of his punishments made you want to grovel for forgiveness. Vader didn’t punish you in ways he punished others, there was no fear of death, but feeling him torture your prostate or cock from the other side of the ship, sometimes made you wish it was death.

For Vader didn’t do punishments lightly, small things like uniform irregularities had you edged till you sobbed. Or when he wasn’t in incredible pain, Vader found it fun to put you over his knee, letting his heavy metal hand spank you. Feeling his ungloved hand honestly always felt hotter than seeing his cock, like you were feeling and witnessing so far beyond your league that you could never dare try to put it into words.

But instead of punishing you, Vader’s hand slowly raised and placed itself on the top of your head, knocking your hat to the floor with a soft noise. In the quiet room it felt loud, loud enough to make some of the other worker’s flinch. Lord Vader didn’t need to speak, his one action was enough for you to sigh in relief. He was feeling forgiving today, he wouldn’t punish you for your small mishap. For now, at least.

You could hear his voice in your head, making you almost jolt. It was strange to get used too, to hear him through your mind and not your ears, but you understood it. Lord Vader couldn’t be caught speaking to anybody he didn’t need to speak too, so it always felt more intimate when he spoke to you this way. When he praised you or scolded you, like the pet you were.

His rumbled deep words had your neck straightening, as you moved your hips more insistently against his boots. You knew you would have to shine them later, most likely with your tongue, but that was fine too, you didn’t mind. Instead, you struggled to keep yourself quiet as Vader used the force to stimulate you further, almost cruelly forcing you over the edge as you gripped his leg, shaking all over as you were finally allowed to finish.

The heavy gloved hand on top of your head was all the comfort you got, at least in the eyes of the others there. Nobody could see how the force slowly rubbed your limbs and ran across your brain like a comforting cold cloth. Times like these reminded you that Lord Vader could be kind, in his own way at least, and to you.

It made it easier to pick up your hat again and rise to your feet, acting like nothing was happening as a small twitch of Vader’s hand had the creases in your uniform smoothing out. You could see the nearby workers blushing as you put your hat back on and took your dutiful spot behind Vader. Never beside him, and never in front of him, but behind him like the loyal pet that they all whispered you were.

And maybe you were a pet, all Vader had to do was tell you to bark. And bark you would, until your throat was raw, and your lungs collapsed. Because Vader was all you had, and something told you, that you were all he had in return.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Meeting Yamazaki Shingen for the First Time: Sleepless Nights

G/N. 1.7k strangers to~. Soft. Arranged marriage trope. Masterlists

Disappointing, you've heard people say about you. Disobedient.

Troublemaker, should be seen and not heard, your mother chides you while your father just looks on with resentment, as if he couldn't believe they could have created such an insolent child.

In exchange for being the black sheep of your family, you're offered, kicking and screaming, to Yamazaki Shingen. Trading your life and freedom to elevate your family's name and standing.

If you can't be a filial offspring and make your parents proud, the least you can be is useful.

To everyone's surprise, the Yamazaki clan accepts.

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With relief, you realise there isn't going to be a wedding night.

This isn’t a marriage. You're only one of many. No-one has been deemed worthy enough to sit by Shingen's side as the head of the family. This doesn't bother you.

Nor the fact that you have not seen the man you have been allegedly sold off to and you quietly count your blessings.

Instead, you're treated as an extra pair of hands, almost a servant. Spending your days helping out around the household with any chores and errands as they see fit. It's hard, gruelling work.

You collapse every night in your futon out of exhaustion and sleep takes no time at all.

It's still a better life than you had before.

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Though the routine might be growing familiar, it's still a stranger's home and a strange room and a strange futon that you're lying on.

Tonight, the strangeness of your situation overwhelms.

You miss your old room, the softness of your old pillow on your skin, the smell of your own belongings.

Tonight, sleep is nowhere to be found.

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You're greeted by a silhouette sitting in the courtyard.

Outlined by the moonlight, size more monster than human. Although in any other circumstances you might feel fear, this is the Yamazaki home, you think. No-one, not even monsters, would dare trespass.

You find your own space to sit in. You wonder if he even knows you're here or if this is two strangers letting the silence grow comfortable between them.

"Who are you?" comes his voice, and the peace breaks. It's low, almost a growl.

It takes you a moment to realise you didn't dream it and you tell him your name.

"I can't sleep." you add and you hear a sharp exhale of amusement.

He doesn't volunteer any information about himself and you don't ask.

Nevertheless, it's a kindred spirit, you decide. Someone else suffering from sleep evading them.

He continues to sit, still as a rock, and you join him. Breath deepening and eyelids growing heavier by the second. Your head drops forward, jolting you awake and you take your leave.

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In the morning and for several weeks after, you're not sure if the man had been conjured up by your imagination.

If in your sleep-induced haze, your mind created someone you could relate to, no matter how trivial the bond.

You search but don't see anyone in the Yamazaki family that could look like him.

You almost mistake Shintaro for him, the Vice President who has been courteous if a little cold, except in your blurred memories you think the stranger has wild long hair.

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Over time, you forget about him. Someone that could either be a figment of your imagination or as real as the floor you’re currently scrubbing.

You let your daily tasks wash over you. Following instructions without argument and keeping to yourself.

Your hands grow calloused and energy drains.

A state of overtiredness finally overwhelms you.

Where you can feel the fatigue deep in your bones, your body hovering in a state between conscious and unconscious, moving in a haze, yet your mind is alive and wired and sleep won't take no matter how much you toss and turn.

.

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He’s there again.

But as the days grow, the nights are no longer as dark as it was and you can make out more of his features.

Your brain didn’t deceive you. His form is as large as you remembered, maybe larger. A good few heads taller than you and powerfully muscled. Hair long, like a sheet of darkness past his shoulders. 

“Evening,” you say as a way of greeting, your voice carrying in the quiet night breeze. His head snaps to yours, though you can’t make out his face.

You feel his gaze on you as you sit, folding your legs under you.

You close your eyes, enjoying the silence. Feeling the warm air on your skin and caressing your hair. No longer as frigid or cool as it was when you first stepped foot into the Yamazaki clan.

“Another sleepless night,” he says. You don’t know whether it’s a question for you or a confession of sorts for him.

In the end, you echo him, agreeing with the sentiment. “Another sleepless night.”

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Curiosity keeps you awake rather than exhaustion or anxiety or insomnia the next night, wondering if the man is still there sitting like a lonely statue.

Your mind leads you fully this time. 

At dusk, you carefully slide the door behind you as your feet pad onto the soft grass, brain and body awake.

He’s there. In the same spot, in the same position.

It’s even lighter tonight, and you can see his features. His black eyes, the startling white irises, the emptiness in his gaze.

You do as you have done before, sitting down a few metres away. 

“Why are you here?” he asks, voice tinged with amusement. Your footsteps and movement have given you away. You’re much more alert, less sluggish, no longer moving as if in a dream state and he has noticed.

“I wondered if you were here every night.” You tell him, opting for honesty.

The silence stretches as you wait for his answer. Eventually you hear-

“Yes.”

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The twilight meetings become routine. Only a handful of words are exchanged on a given night, if any at all.

Yet you have come to think of him as the guardian of your slumber. Some nights you drift off as soon as your head hits your pillow, and when morning comes, you feel a pang of guilt for not joining your companion.

He never comments on it, though you think his eyes are a little warmer whenever he sees you again.

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At the change of seasons, when the day grows hot and sticky, you are summoned to Yamazaki Shingen’s quarters.

You had allowed yourself to forget that you are only in this household to be used for breeding potential, no better than livestock. 

Disregarded that the dowry the Yamazaki clan paid for you was too high a price for a simple servant and became so accustomed to your daily chores, pretended this day would never come.

At sundown, the head housekeeper, a crotchety old woman guides you to your doom.

You would have considered escaping if she wasn’t flanked by bodyguards, two men with matching severe expressions. You would have considered asking for help if your only companion, the person you have sort of befriended, was nowhere to be found in the courtyard.

“Master Shingen has been dissatisfied. He hasn’t been with anyone in months,” the housekeeper says, subdued and not breaking pace. She gives you a look as if that is your problem to solve. “The elders are getting worried.”

Good, you want to snap back. Let them be worried. Let this stupid clan die off.

Just as you’re about to say something you would no doubt regret, she stops abruptly in front of an oversized door. You almost careen into the back of her but the bodyguard’s hands shoot out and steady you.

“I’m fine,” you hiss, shoving their hands off you.

“Now in you go,” she rolls her eyes at your outburst, opening the door and pushing you in with her talons, “And do behave.”

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Shit shit shit.

The room is almost pitch black, only illuminated by a sliver of moonlight through the windows.

Adrenaline courses through your body and you desperately will your eyes to adjust to the darkness, even as they dart around fruitlessly, looking for a weapon, for anything-

When you sense another presence in the room with you and you stop moving.

“What are you doing?” comes his voice.

Your breath hitches. 

It’s one that you have only heard sparingly but have nevertheless looked forward to hearing again. A figure you have sought out night after night.

“Is-Is that you?” 

A chuckle from the shadows. “Yes.”

Could this really be him? “Y-Yamazaki Shingen?” You stammer, a literal shot in the dark. 

“Yes,” he replies and you feel your legs almost buckle out beneath you. “Come closer.”

Incredulous at this twist of fate, you carefully make your way towards the centre of the room. Your eyes, at long last, are able to pick out the silhouette sitting on the bed, and that there is a bed. 

Does he expect... Does he want you to-?

“No,” he cuts in like he’s able to read your thoughts. “I want your company. Like you did mine.”

His white irises are practically glowing, boring into you.

“Another sleepless night?” you ask tentatively. Groping for an olive branch, for that connection.

“Another sleepless night,” Shingen agrees, and everything finally falls into place.

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Like all those nights before, Shingen is a man of few words. He observes you as you try to find comfort in his space, in a room completely unfamiliar to you.

He finds a strange companionship, ease in your presence. You don’t ask for anything from him, and in return, he doesn’t ask for anything from you.

Except, well - this.

And only this. He has no intentions of forcing what you do not want to give.

As you lay your head down next to his, a small smile of relief on your face that things have surprisingly worked out, Shingen, to his own surprise finds that he’s smiling back.

For the first time in a long time, he falls asleep in his own bed. 

He falls asleep easily tonight and every night thereafter - to the sound of your breathing, and the warmth of your body next to his.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism x Reader: "What are we?"

G/N. Relationship questions. Goo, Johan, Gun, Jake, DG, Samuel, Ryuhei. Masterlists

"What are we?" You blurt out. It gurgles up your throat and past your lips.

The question is unprompted. In truth it was something constantly running through your mind though you had never discussed it.

He stares, for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights before regaining his composure.

A sly smile slithers over Goo's face.

Even his glasses seem to somehow glint playfully in the light.

"What was that, sweetheart?" He asks, tilting his ear closer to you.

He knows that you know that he heard you perfectly yet he still likes to be difficult.

"Nothing," you mutter, rolling your eyes as dots of pink appear on your cheek.

His smile grows at your reaction. "Really, nothing?" You ignore him. "Didn't sound like nothing."

"..."

"Sound like you asked what we," he gestures at you and him, "are."

"Why are you being an asshole if you heard me then," you snap and he shrugs, unperturbed by your insult.

"Don't be like this," Goo purrs, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, other hand adjusting his glasses. "You're mine, and that would make me yours."

Ugh. You had considered shoving him off until he said that. He always knows what to say to keep you sweet and you're an absolute sucker for his unhinged charms.

"Happy, cupcake?"

Yeah, you're very happy. But you still refuse to look at him, even as a smile settles on your face.

.

.

"What?" Johan asks.

"What do you mean what?"

"I mean what-" he abruptly stops and clears his throat, face flushed. He looks anywhere but at you. A fascinating spot on the wall, a stain on the floor, somewhere over the horizon that he's contemplating sprinting off to.

"What were you going to say?"

Mustering up all his courage, he manages not to run off. Instead, he mumbles something under his breath that you can't catch.

"What?" You ask and god, if you say what one more time, you're going to fling yourself into incoming traffic.

Johan looks physically pained, as if he would rather go ten rounds with Gun Park than repeat what he said. But he can do this. He isn't a coward.

... That doesn't mean he needs to look at you while he says it though.

"You're Eden and Miro's favourite person. We talk about getting more puppies together. We do everything together." His ears glow bright red. "You met my mom. She talks about you all the time. She keeps giving me advice-"

"Ok, ok," you grin, taking his hand. Bless his sweet tortured soul, because he hasn't really officially said you're together but you can take a hint. "I guess it sounds like you're my boyfriend."

With a sigh of relief, Johan turns to you wearing a soft smile. "Yeah. I guess I am."

.

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"You're not clear?" Gun asks with an eyebrow arched.

He looks pointedly at you wandering half naked in his home, his shirt you're wearing barely covering your ass.

"I just-" you bluster, yanking the offering garment lower and likely stretching it but fuck it. "We never said."

Gun gives you a look. One when he thinks you're being particularly insolent or ignorant.

"Don't I spend all my spare time with you?"

"Yes but-"

"Don't I give you complete access to every part of me?"

"Yes-"

"Didn't I introduce you to Charles?"

"And Goo." You add with a grin as Gun's jaw tightens. The latter was unplanned and unwanted. Goo had practically stalked him to his date and then played a very chatty third wheel.

He ignores your comment, just like he tends to ignore most things to do with Goo. "I thought it was obvious I can't see a future without you."

"Oh." You feel the grin tugging at your lips.

"Now are you clear?" Gun asks, eyes warm and lips lifted too as you nod.

.

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"We?" Jake gives you a full toothy grin.

"Us."

"Our relationship?"

"Yes," you press, giving him a fond shove.

"Well," he starts ticking off his fingers, "Somehow I think Jerry is more loyal to you than me. Brad thinks you're more fun. Jason prefers you as the boss. Lua just prefers you fullstop. And I'm sure Lineman is even more in love you with you than I am-"

Jake slams his mouth shut. His eyes widen as he realises what he just confessed.

He was supposed to joke around how you've usurped him as the actual boss of Big Deal and he's now your lowly peon doing your bidding.

Not that he’s in-

It should be obvious to anyone with eyes that you're together. That Jake is your boyfriend. It's nice, he guesses, to officially confirm that and put that little worried wrinkle between your brows to rest.

But it is far far too early for him to throw the 'L' word around. He's worried about scaring you off and burdening you with more than you can bear-

"Hmm," you cut in on his spiralling thoughts, tapping your finger on your chin thoughtfully "I dunno. I think Lineman is even more in love with my boyfriend than I am."

Your words sink in. Jake turns to you, grin on his face once more and presses a kiss to your cheek. "Sounds like we both have competition."

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"About that," DG starts, and your heart sinks.

That surely isn't a good sign, right?

"What do you think?" He slides over a piece of paper to you and you find a press release printed.

Your eyes clock the picture of you two, looking very cosy and coupley - his arm around you and your head on his shoulder. It's a very flattering picture of him, although when is this guy not photogenic? It's not a bad one of you either.

Beneath it sits a few lines. You scan over the words. 'Relationship', 'Dating', 'Respectful', 'Privacy' stand out.

You glance up to find him staring intently back at you. Leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees and fingers steepled together.

It's a tell. You know him well enough by now to see that his nerves are flaring beneath the cool mask.

This is a big step for him, but an even bigger ask for you. To subject yourself to the limelight and his fans and accept who he is, the life he lives.

There was never any doubt.

"It's great." You grin, and he gazes at you, half lidded and with a small smile. 

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"Whatever you want us to be," Samuel says with a smirk, and you internally frown at him, batting the ball so easily back into your court.

You suppose you only have yourself to blame.

You should know by now he would be avoidant when there's a lot to lose.  That overplaying his hand means showing you too much of his vulnerability.

Although you had really hoped by now it was obvious how you felt about him

"But-" he continues, curling himself around your back and wrapping his arms around you, "I think I've settled into the position of boyfriend well."

His lips, time and time again, is drawn to the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Don't you agree?" He asks before nipping at your skin.

You breath hitches and you stammer your agreement.

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"I've been wanting to ask you this at a better time," Ryuhei scratches awkwardly at the back of his head.

“Ask me what?”

He mumbles to himself in his native tongue, as if praying for courage and trying to steel himself.

"Are you ok?" You ask, watching him fumble inside his long coat.

"Never better!" He says though he's now grown paler than you have ever seen and there's a sheen of sweat across his brow.

He lunges forward, landing on one knee with a painful thud as you take a step back.

Wincing, he snaps open a ring box with the biggest diamond you have ever seen.

"Oh my god, our first date was only two months ago!" You say at the same time as he asks-

"Will you marry me?"

[vieoeil-riae]

you fawning over baby monkeys on the mountain and sun wukong, resident fun uncle, teases you about who's cuter and gets really theatrical when you choose the baby monkeys over him. like forehead on the floor fake sobbing and dramatically clawing at his chest and then one of the baby monkeys starts playing with the feathers on his head gear while you're laughing your ass off

[wannaeatramyeon]

fuck, marry, kill dilf edition: shingen, charles, gapryong

Hello, it's me - the Charles apologist.

Kill Shingen, Marry Charles, Fuck Gapryong.

Honestly Shingen seems absolutely unhinged. I can't marry Gapryong, I'm a monogamist. And Charles doesn't seem so bad if you're on his side...? 👉👈

[unstuckmusturd]

i respect your choices, but 👁️👄👁️

[1v31182m5]

[bino2306]

Young sage 🐵

[jssy96]

Don't you ever DARE to steal the great sage' precious Peach. Take that as a Note ya Boysss!

Look closer to his eyes! You'll find something 😖

[dunanana]

A normal day at Flower Fruit Mountain with Birdie and Wukong 🤭 After the Journey I like to think Birdie stays in FFM living and bonding with the monkeys in bliss before she sets out on her own journey till Black Myth starts. With Wukong being the victorious fighting buddha, his visits were rare but is nonetheless treasured!

AND DON'T WORRY THE LIL MONKEYS ARE SQUISHED AND SNUGGLED

They wanted in on the fun 🤭

[blackknight-kai]

DYING ALL OVER AGAIN ITS SO DAMNCUTE

[blackknight-kai]

Scratch Time!!

Just some thoughts I have on DO/Sun Wukong and giving him scratches! It has N.S.FW be warned!

As a side note he’d love to scratch you with his claws, very carefully of course. Gives the best back scratches and head scratches.

- [ ] He would LOVE scratches.

- [ ] Full body scratches are 🫶.

- [ ] He secretly loves them so damn much and just turns to monkey putty for them.

- [ ] Pretends to not like them / like they are nothing (he’s bad at it though).

- [ ] Loves his chin, neck, chest, and back the most scratched.

- [ ] Cheeks, head, and anywhere else he loves too.

- [ ] Would be verbal about how much he likes it. Loud groans and sighs. (WK would be talkative as hell, “Yes~ Yes- Right there-Oooooo~ mmmmhmm that’s the spot”.)

- [ ] He’s gonna turn into a mushy liquid monkey pile for it.

- [ ] If you do it when he’s not lying down or lounging, say he’s talking to someone and being annoyed, he will lean into the scratches and then give you a dirty look like ‘Don’t reveal my weakness!’ But won’t make you stop. No you MUST finish the scratches now. It also calms him down to a degree.

- [ ] When he gets over himself he will grab your hand and place it on him where he wants his scratches, grunts to demand them. (WK might just demand verbally for you to service him.)

- [ ] His tail is gonna be swishing and flicking the entire time. Every time. Or it’s gonna be wrapped around a part of you tightly.

- [ ] Will do things just to be rewarded for scratches.

- [ ] He might even demand butt scratches just to weird you out and see if you’d do it. (I mean feeling up those perky cheeks??? Yes.)

N.S.F.W

- [ ] And his most sensitive spot????? Right where his tail connects to his body. Right there.

- [ ] Only problem??? He’s gonna get horny as fuck from it so do it at your own risk.

- [ ] Anywhere else besides the obvious, like right above his dick as an example, he’d be a happy content monkey - his horny level on simmer because let’s face it he’s always gonna be low key horny when you touch him- honestly just look at him….just exist.

- [ ] Side note, scratching above his dick makes him groan so deeply as his cock fills out and he’s gonna rock his hips against your fingers and definitely make you jerk him off nice and slow while he watches/fucks your fist.

- [ ] But scratch THAT spot? Oh it’s fucking on, horniest fucking monkey ever - he is BOILING OVER. Cannot contain himself.

- [ ] Humping the air and shit unconsciously. Humping you. (If you wanna be a jerk do it while he’s walking or standing and see his full body reaction as his hips involuntarily hump the air 🤣)

- [ ] If you’re snuggling can make him cum if you scratch there while he’s humping against you. He’d be groaning and clinging on to you almost like he can’t stop himself. - he isn’t gonna stop you either so he’s gonna cum.

- [ ] If you scratch there while he’s cock deep inside you it makes his dick swell and harden further. He’d go harder, rougher, and get louder. The wet sloppy sound of your bodies connecting is gonna be obscene if anyone hears you guys. He’d be panting for it, the duel pleasure killing him. He’s definitely gonna bite you and growl when he cums.

- [ ] He will want you to scratch him other places too when you’re fucking, running your nails up and down his chest or his back as he fucks you. Turns him the fuck on.

All in all, give that monkey his scratches!

[nubelo]

Emi's genes were fighting for their life against Yujiro's I just know it