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kneelingshadowsalome · 2 months

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Love your work ♡♡♡

I was thinking about a bull hybrid könig with a cow hybrid reader... (let's be clear not furries lol)

They both live at a farm and könig can't interact with the cute cow girls cause the farmers are worried he'll loose control and breed them all, so he can only look at them from his stable while they frolick in the fields, fisting his cock while he watches them giggle..

But then, good news! The farmers decide they want new calves, so one day könig wakes up and instead of being all alone like usual he finds his dream girl besides him, shyly telling him that she's there to be bred (bonus points if she's a virgin)

CW: my humble attempt at hybrids lol... big chested reader, (forced) breeding, voyeurism/third party watching, dubcon from both sides, fluff if you squint. 18+ MINORS DNI

The first thing König sees is her smile and bright eyes, long lashes that are cast down the second he manages to make her flustered with his stare. They’re both naked – he because he likes to sleep naked, she because… well, he doesn’t have a clue why. But his cock embarrassingly shoots up when he sees her breasts, large enough to provide milk for an entire array of babies if need be.

To his knowledge, no one has been allowed to breed his beautiful cows. He calls them his, even if he’s never seen them close, his lovely, calm women who love to bask in the sun and sometimes chase each other on the field of greenery. He likes to think they play pretend that a bull like him was chasing them, a cattle he’s trying to mount, because they giggle and run as if it was the greatest fun to be chased around in the fields.

And there’s no way they haven’t seen him watching them from his pen. It’s triple fenced to keep him from bursting out and breeding every single cow he gets under him, and they're right to be afraid because his cock is always swollen and leaking, pushing forwards and up to deliver his seed deep inside a waiting womb.

But right now, he doesn’t have to chase or fist his angry cock at the sight of the giggling women clearly in need of a good, hard dicking. Right now, he gets to examine this demure, naked girl right in front of him, clasping her hands in front of her from shyness, round breasts squishing adorably together as she does that.

The conversation that follows is intoxicating and perverse – she asks if she can touch his… that. Nodding to the dangerous sight that is his towering, twitching cock, he’s proud to present it to her fully. It’s leaking and jutting up in all its glory, and it’s only natural that she’s intrigued. He agrees on one condition: she can fondle his cock all she wants if he gets to massage her teats in return...

She looks helpless for a while, but nods eventually, taking a soft step forward. Soon, he feels a soft hand around his girth, running up and down his veined, bumpy length. There comes some hushed, adoring comments about how huge he is, and more precum leaks out, but he can’t even return the compliments, fixated on her breasts as he is. They’re heavy and plump but don’t lactate which means she has never been bred. He even tries to suck them to confirm this is the cause, making her shudder and cry from how fiercely he tries to suck and tug at both her nipples.

This crusade only ends in him spilling too soon, with sudden, thick spurts that make her yelp again from surprise. She’s holding his long pale cock in her hand, staring at the cum shooting out from the tip with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

These cows are such simple creatures, innocent and a little dumb, soft and carefree in their naivety. But he’s more disappointed with himself, wasting perfectly good seed just from a few licks and sucks at her jugs.

“That was not supposed to happen,” he grunts when she’s still staring at his throbbing cock like it’s the most amazing thing she's ever seen.

“Oh,” she whispers. “What was supposed to happen then…?’

He looks up at his silly, simple cow, and smiles darkly.

“All of that was supposed to go inside you.”

Her big, wide eyes blink, long lashes bat slowly and consistently from horror and awe.

That’s when the master of the farm barges in, stares at the scene for a moment, and then starts to yell at them.

He left them alone for a few minutes and there’s already wasted semen on the floor??

The cow is yanked away from him, her tits swollen, red and heavy from his mouth. His cock never refuses to land, it only stands up, knowing there will be more action soon to come.

The farmer complains about how much money he paid for a big breeding bull like König, only to have his stupid cow milk all the seed on the floor. They both get yelled at, called stupid and useless, and the poor, helpless girl is told to get on her knees for the bull.

He’s presented with something even better than a pair of big, round tits – he can’t even begin to get angry at the nasty pervert of a farmer. He simply can’t because his adorable meek cow is perfect, absolutely perfect, with her throbbing hole up in the air like this. It’s swollen and glossy, making his cock jerk and bounce with urgency, and the mounting happens without him even thinking about it.

The farmer sighs when he sees his bull’s first attempts at breeding. Scoffs and waves his hand in the air as König probes and prods with his cock for far too long, trying to hit the right hole while the girl is whimpering from fear and want under his heavy weight. His already seed-covered cock finally slips in, and the poor thing under him screams and shudders.

He barely remembers anything after that.

It’s both a nightmare and the most beautiful dream he’s ever had, finally getting to mount and breed a wanton cow. The mating is hurried and compulsive, his hips do their best to get another load of seed out as fast as possible. The girl trembles and moans under him, her big breasts bounce and jiggle with every thrust, and at some point something incredible happens.

The farmer is yelling again – he’s supposed to breed the cow, not give her an orgasm! – but he doesn’t care, he just continues to rut and huff and snort and grunt, bellowing loud and hard as his seed shoots forth.

His pretty little cow is shaking, trembling by the time he’s finished with the breeding, all his strong seed safe and plugged deep inside of her. She sniffles and pants under him, whines and sobs, whispers that it feels so good – and then she’s pulled away from him, led out of the pen, forced to leave his cock.

She barely gets to glance back at him with wet, glossy eyes, asking for his help, no, pleading for it. Those big, vulnerable, defenseless depths will haunt him forever, the love and affection in her eyes so vast that a few, tiny drops of cum push out of his cock just from that hopeless look alone.

They don’t even let him cuddle and hold her after, she’s being escorted away like the cattle that she is, and even if they brought him a hundred big breasted cows to breed he would never forget those eyes and that face.

He’s all spent, weak from breeding like his life depended on it, but these people truly underestimate the strength of a bull. He draws air through his nostrils like a tempest, and starts a riot like nothing else.

He destroys the whole pen in the process, nothing left but splinters of wood and some barely intact poles. The farmer is unrecognizable by the time he’s done, and his cow has fled further away, clearly afraid of him and his sudden unleash of power.

But she doesn’t flee when he goes to her.

No: her lips are pressed tightly together, her eyes still wide with awe and wonder, but she doesn’t run away like most scared cattle would do. She’s his now, and she knows it, only awaits for advice on where to go next. She will follow him wherever he goes, like a wild beast who knows her mate will keep her safe and lead her to abundant pastures: somewhere far away where their offspring can live a good, free life.

#tw: hybrid #könig smut #help lmao #not in my element at all i hope this doesn't suck too much!#at least the evil farmer got what he deserved!

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louloulemons-posts · 7 months

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Wayne’s Hot Cocoa

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Nightmares were the worst, the Munsons made them better.

Word Count : 1.5k

Warnings : not proofread, 1am writing, mainly uncle wayne x reader fluff, angsty, fluffy, happy ending, talks of bad homelife, reader lives with the munsons, bad parents, fem pronouns and phrases used, no use of Y/N

A/N : you are loved 🫶🏻

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Nights with Eddie made it easier, that was true. However, the warm hugs from the curly haired boy weren’t always enough to keep the monsters away. The monsters that came in your sleep, those that you knew weren’t real but made your skin crawl, your heart beat faster and you to become damp with sweat.

They weren’t real, but the feeling they created was.

Jumping away slightly, your eyes flicked around the dark room in panic. The soft snores of Eddie giving you a sense of comfort, along with pulling you back to reality.

Under the rays of the street lamps you could see his long lashes kissing his cheeks, hiding where a beauty mark lay under his eye. His curls were in his face slightly, coming on of the hair tie sat at the back of his neck.

His mouth was slightly open, lips plush in a small pout. His face was soft, beautiful, calm with sleep. You were thankful it wasn’t him having these dreams and it was you.

Eddie knew about them, knew they were a hell of a lot better, but also knew that they snuck up on you every now and again. He knew your past, your struggles, your fears and helped as much as he could. You both needed rest, both needed sleep, he couldn’t care for you all the time - as much as he’d love that.

Your throat was dry and scratchy, and Eddie had drank the last of the water in your glass hours before. Slowly moving his arm from your waist, you got up off the bed as quietly as possible.

You didn’t really need to, once Eddie was asleep he was dead to the world, normally kicking you off the bed in the process. Taking the glass from the side table, you went on your way.

Soft footsteps as you padded through the small trailer, not knowing the time. The sky whispering that it was still late, stars glimmering in the distance.

The tap was loud, but wasn’t everything louder when you were trying to be quiet. Taking slow sips, you tried to steady your heart, make your hands stop shaking. It wasn’t real - not anymore anyway.

“Honey?” The deep voice made you jump, not realising that the older Munson man was now stood next to you. “Holy cow I’m sorry,” he said, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It’s alright, did I wake you?” you asked, praying you hadn’t. Wayne was a hard worker, he needed all the rest he could get. He smiled, “No, I’ve not long come home. Just eaten some dinner.”

There was an empty plate and cutlery in the sink, you hadn’t even noticed them. “What are you doing up? That boy being a bed hog?” Letting out a slight chuckle, you shook your head.

The man sighed, “Bad dream?” You couldn’t even reply, couldn’t meet his eyes. Just a simple nod. “I’ll make us some cocoa, go sit down. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Oh no Wayne you don’t-“

“Don’t argue. I want to.”

Seeing the uncertainty on your face, he squeezed your shoulder once more, saying in his kind tone, “I promise.” Whispering a soft ‘okay’ you went to the sofa.

It smelt of smoke, most soft things in the trailer did. When you started staying more often Wayne told Eddie they’d have to smoke outside.

You didn’t mind of course, you felt guilty taking a place in Wayne’s home. He was a kind man, and he loved you, or so Eddie told you.

He never batted an eye when you’d show up late at night, in an array of states. Wayne was there. Just like Eddie. The Munsons were your lifeline, your family.

You sat with your legs crisscross on the couch, picking at the loose threads at the bottom of your pyjamas. Planet of the Apes was playing on the TV, old and crackly, it was something to focus on.

A steaming mug was placed in front of you, deep blue with ‘Nevada’ written in a funky font, from Wayne’s trucking days. The hot chocolate was topped with cream and marshmallows causing a soft smile to dance on your lips.

“Knew it’d cheer you up,” Wayne said, taking a sip from his own identical drink, but it was in his prized possession - his Garfield mug.

“Thank you.” Taking the warm drink into your hands, it’s helped them to stop shaking. The heat warming your cold fingers.

“Was it the same one?”

“Yes. It wasn’t as bad, but it’s just been a while,” you took a breath, “I just want it to go away.” Wayne hummed, placing his mug on the coffee table in front of you, “In time it will.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, taking a sip of your own drink, the cream making a mess of your nose. “It’s been what? 2 months since the last one?”

“About that.”

“Honey it was happening every day. I’d call that progress. I know you want it to stop and it will, it just takes time.”

Nodding your head, you met the man’s dark eyes, “I know. You and Eddie have helped so much-“

“You don’t need to thank us. We love having you here.”

“I just feel like I’m in the way. I feel like I should just go back.”

“No,” Wayne said, it was a simple statement, “I’d never let you go back there.”

“Wayne-“

“What happened to you was wrong. You didn’t deserve any of it, and I’m so sorry it took me so long to see the signs. But now you’re here and safe, I will not let you get hurt by those people again.”

“But why?”

“Because your family and family doesn’t do that.” You eyes became glassy. The mug went to the table. You were his family. You never really had a proper one of those.

Similarly to Eddie, you’d lost a parent, your dad. Your mom fell into bad habits, fulled by her various partners. Any negative emotion was taken out on you.

“Don’t cry Kid,” Wayne said softly, brushing away a tear. His hands were tough and worn like the hard worker he was, but they were soft and gentle like a parent should be.

“Thank you. I know you told me not to say it, but thank you for being my family. I- I love you Wayne.” His face dropped slightly, his own dark eyes filling with tears, “Oh Honey come here.”

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest. The smell of his aftershave and cigarettes was a common comfort. A smell you loved.

His stubble brushed your head as his kissed you lightly, “I love you too kid.” You stayed like that for a while, arms wrapped around one another. “You can stay here forever.”

The movie continued to play and you got comfy, both taking drinks of your cocoa. A beautiful silence settled between you. A silence of a father and a daughter, a loving quiet. The enjoyment of one’s company without many words.

That was until a door creaked and heavy steps came towards the pair of you. Looking up you met a pair of sleepy eyes and crazy hair. “Where’d you go?” Eddie asked, his voice rough with sleep, as he plopped himself next to you.

“Just came for a drink,” you spoke, placing the still warm mug in his hand. He hummed, drinking a bit, “Wayne’s famous cocoa.”

You nodded, placing your head on Eddies shoulder, your own hand finding Wayne’s.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asked.

“Just one of those nights.” His eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Sweetheart-“

“Don’t worry Son, she’s okay.”

“Thank you Wayne,” he nodded to his uncle.

“I am okay. I promise, me and Wayne spoke. Think I’m gonna be staying here for a while, if that’s okay with you?” Eddies face broke into a grin, “Of course it’s okay. I love you being here.”

The love you felt was unconditional, it was something that you knew would never leave you. It was beautiful and pure. The kind of love you never expected to find. It was the love you needed. The love you deserved.

Your eyes became heavy, listening to Eddies heart you drifted off.

“Thank you for looking after her,” Eddie spoke. “Of course. Think she needed a parent tonight.”

“You are the best parent you know, we’re lucky to have you.”

“Don’t get all soft on me, now take your girl to bed. She needs some rest.”

Eddie nodded, shifting you gently, arms coming to rest behind your back and under your knees. The journey was a short one, Wayne followed behind him the whole way.

Placed on the bed carefully, you didn’t stir, body clearly exhausted. Eddie brushed the hair away from your face, smiling at you softly, at the peace you were feeling.

Moving round to his side of the bed, Wayne pulled the cover up over you, speaking softly, “Goodnight Honey, night Son.”

“Night Wayne.” The older man pulled the door too, allowing some beams of light to sneak through. It gave you comfort on bad nights, to know you were safe, you weren’t lost in the darkness.

Eddie pulled your back into his chest, holding you close. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he placed a soft kiss behind your ear, “I love you.”

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A/N : all the love for uncle wayne!!!

Thank you so much for reading!

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nedlittle · 2 years

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why do you as a man have such big beautiful baby cow eyes? so you can look at other men? so you can bat your lashes at them? whore.

#this is a pointless text post #ok to rb and tag with your blorbos but this fundamentally IS about one of my ocs #cowboy but like boy with baby calf eyes #greatest (s)hits

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bovineblogger · 5 months

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DAILY COW #018

A BEAUTIFUL CURIOUS BABE! WITH LOVELY LASHES! WAH!

#cow #cows #animals #silly #daily

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viovicugna · 1 year

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Headcanons about the Obey Me brothers (Mammon, Leviathan, Lucifer, Belphagor and Beelzebub)

Mammon

• Mammon does a little dance when he gets excited, mostly after winning something. He calls it 'the Mammon Groove' everyone else calls it cute stupid.

• He talks very loudly and can't always control it, due to ADHD.

• He heckles like ~ kekekeke ~ when he plans a new get-rich-quick scheme. And lets out a bird like scream when he gets scared. That's why no one enjoys watching horror movies with Mammon. It sounds like they're strangling a turkey.

• He picks on his food. Eats little bites from everything in no order. Lucifer tried making him quit because he's very messy while doing it. But it didn't work, has since given up.

• He's really good at mimicking voices, only Lucifer can tell when it's Mammon.

• Mammon will hoard anything shiny under his bed and forget about it. So there's like forks from the year 1469 that he once stole from the Queen or smt.

Leviathan

• Levi doesn't have to blink in his Demon and True Form. His eyes are covered with thin, see through scales, his eyes have a shiny, iridescent look to them because of it.

• He forgets to blink in his Human Form, so his eyes are often irritated and dry. They're constantly reddened and teary due to it. Asmo hates it and forces him to take eye drops. Like literally forces, he holds him down-

• He picks at his skin a lot. MC freaked out when he pealed off a chunck of his arm skin. But no worries, his skin is thick and he has more layers than humans.

• Has a slight lisp because snake.

• Hisses when he's being dramatic. "Levi get up-" "HIZZZZZZZ NO THE SUN! I'M BURNING-"

• Cuddling with him is like doing yoga. He finds a way that his left leg will end up on your shoulder, his right leg wrapped around your left, his left arm around your waist, his right arm around your neck, and his head under your arm-

• His tongue just bleeps often. It just hangs out his mouth while playing games, or when he's sewing. Anytime he's focused.

• Has a split tongue and can do tricks with it (not like that you pervert-). Thought about getting it pierced, but got stuck on where he could even get it pierced and freaked out at the thought of someone having to look in his mouth. What if his breath smells bad, what if he drools, what if his teeth are-

• His fangs in his Demon Form are venomous, but they only work on Demons. Angels get something like blood poisoning from it. And for Humans it's like taking LSD.

Belphagor

• Everything about Belphie is soft, except his tongue. That bitch feels like sand paper. And he uses that as an advantage when MC messes with him. Sadistic fuck (endearment) only laughs at their misery.

• Has the most beautiful lashes you will ever see. Asmo is shaking in his chanel boots (I wanted to put gucci first but Mammons a gucci guy, Asmo so isn't-). Literally so pretty. Has double lashes (two rows).

• On the theme of eyes, his eyes are gorgeous. Uses that to his advantage also. One pity look and you wanna give him your social security number. They're big and always a little droopy with sleepyness. The only one who can deny him is Beel surprisingly.

• Loves laying on grass. It's the perfect sleeping spot for him.

• Have you seen shampooed cows? His hair is always that fluffy. Once went a month without washing it so it just hung flat, straight down. Then the brothers forced him to take a bath.

• Beel and Belphie, flies and cows ya get it-

• When scared he does that thing that goats do where he runs then falls and acts dead. Just that he's a little gremlin who's waiting for the person to get close enough to attack- It doesn't work on his siblings unfortunately. Be warned, if MC goes anywhere near him then they will be dragged down and cuddled to death. Belphie just lays on them so they can't escape.

• Huffs when frustrated, Beel got that from him.

Lucifer

• Lucifer spends a surprising amount of time grooming himself for how busy he is. Barely anyone notices, but he constantly readjusts his cuffs, gloves, hair, etc. Always takes a quick look in the mirror when there is one. Either smirks, because 'of course, everything is perfect' or furrows his brows and tucks an out of place hair back.

• Walks elegantly with long strides. Never seeming to be in a hurry unless it's an emergency.

• Holds his head high. Very intimidating to lower class Demons.

• Lucifer despises to admit that he also makes sounds close to a Peacocks ~ gobble gobble ~. He only does so when someone scares him, you can guess how many times that happens. Once MC startled him because he forgot they were still in his office. After he made that sound he didn't dare look MC in the eyes for the next week.

• He rattles his feathers to impress or intimidate. When MC is near him whilst he's in his Demon or True form you can observe him constantly flexing his wings and spreading them out to catch their attention.

• Affectionately fixes his brothers and MCs appearances when something's out of place. That's why Satan wears his jacket so fucked. Lucifer helped him put it on once, he took the sleeve off again so they had a fight about his sleeve. Had to stick with it from then on, it's a pride (or wrath ig) thing.

• If someone would pick him up never gonna happen his wings go ~ flop flop ~ because his brain is like 'oh okay, we're flying now'. If your MC is super strong please live mt dream and princess cary Luci around.

• He ties MCs shoes and zips up their jackets for them. He used to do that with the brothers, but they always complain that they're not children anymore. Let the dad be a dad goddamit-

Beelzebub

• Give Beel sugar water. Just water with sugar, he will nip on it for the next hour. It's like a drug, but more weed than cocaine. It calms him down and he just goes blank.

• He rubs his hands together as a habit like flies do.

• His standard position is one hand holding the other. He often rubs his thumb over the back of his other hand to calm down. Tries calming MC if they're worried by grasping their hands in his.

• Beel has trouble registering purely white objects. So when MC held a paper infront of his face he just went 😟

• Sometimes his eyes 'glitch' and he sees double. Has a lazy eye prob.

• In his demon form his wings go ~ buzz buzz ~ randomly.

• Insect phobia triggered

• He huffs when angry, a habit he got from Belphie.

• Beel feels naturally drawn to light, so he subconsciously sits closest to the next light source always. That's why he likes standing so close to MC, cuz to them humans glow (personal hc).

• Similar to Levi Beel sometimes forgets to blink. In his demon and true form he has a very thin, irredecant layer of skin covering his eyes. In his demon and true form it kinda looks like his eyes have multiple sections due to it. Kinda like how a fly's eyes look.

• Beel loves the smell of sweat-

• MC just done running from an angry Lucifer or smt idk, just sweaty and Beel's like "You smell good MC 😊"

• He's like a fly fr. You leave your food out for a second turn around, turn back and he's there on your plate-

#obey me #obey me headcanons #om! swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphagor #om! beel #om! belphie #om! luci #om! mammon #om! levi

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danielcalmdown · 13 days

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I love Harry’s beautiful luscious eyelashes. Is it maybelline? Is it genetics?

Genetically thick lashes cuz he's a hairy guy n also i think it just fits him very well xD Like yknow the big lashy cow eyes full of emotion n expression

#disco elysium

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hypnoneghoul · 1 month

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Sundown: Chapter 1

WC: 2,6k

Relationship: Pre-relationship SwissAlps

Tags: Transfeminine Mountain, AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, First Meeting, Fluff, Protectiveness, Discussion About Being Transgender, Transphobia (warning for that if someone's sensitive to it), not from swiss tho he's supportive!!!

Swiss has been travelling for a while. He finally gets to a place he can rest in and meets an unique individual. He's immediately enamored.

Notes: comm for @jazz-bazz, first part of our au! ty bex <3

Read chapter 1 under the cut or on AO3.

He’s been sweating his ass off for three days before something resembling civilization has finally come along. He’s half dead, his chick is half dead, and all he wants is to get a pint of cold beer and a damn bed.

The town—barely big enough to be called such—is obviously sparsely populated. Swiss doubts it’s even inhabited at first, but the closer he gets the more signs of life he’s noticing and the hope in him grows. He leans down to pat his chick’s neck and sighs at the puff of dust coming off of her.

“Soon, girlie. I’m gonna give ya a good brush, you deserve it.” The mare nickers and the pair continue their slow walk toward the town. It doesn’t take that long for them to make their way into the shadow casted by the town’s buildings. It smells like cow’s shit, but the people obviously have more water and food than they really need, which means there is a chance Swiss and his horse will get some. If not given freely, he’ll take it, but he is tired and he hopes their visit in that place will go smoothly.

Swiss doesn’t see any heads peeking out of doors or windows to look at him, neither threateningly nor curiously, as he looks around searching for any sign that would indicate where he can find a bar. He really needs a beer.

His knees crack when he jumps down from his mare. The ground is dry and a cloud of dust arises as his boots touch it. He finds something that could be a spot for travelers’ horses and as he leaves his chick there he hopes nobody will shoot her off if he was mistaken. It’s a solid roof over a spot covered in a thick layer of straw, with buckets full of fresh looking water hanging off of wooden beams and cubes of hay under them. Inviting enough.

Swiss pulled the reins over the mare’s neck and pulled the bit out of her mouth before tying her to one of the beams by the water. He hopes she won't be too picky. “Drink, girlie, I’ll be back soon.”

He pats her on the ass on his way and walks away, heading into the adjoining building. The batwing doors’ hinges squeal loudly as Swiss walks into what indeed is a saloon. It’s nearly empty, only two men are sitting in a corner and talking quietly over drinks. Swiss scans the space and even though it’s empty, it seems nice. The men from the corner don’t acknowledge his presence, but he doesn’t crave attention this time, so it is fine by him. It’s a bit colder there than outside and he already feels some relief.

Swiss goes straight to the bar and just as he’s sitting down on one of the squeaky stools the barmaid walks out from behind a dark brown curtain hanging between the shelves. A gorgeous, tall wo…man? They are a very pretty man, if that's the case. He shrugs, though, it’s none of his business.

They are wearing a long, light green dress—a little old fashioned in style, but it’s a good piece. Little dirty-white apron covers the dress from their waist down to where their knees are under the skirt. The dress doesn’t have sleeves, only straps digging into their shoulders and going down to create a laced neckline that makes their tits look very compelling. Their hair is long and wavy, a beautiful shade of dark amber flowing down their back and over their shoulders.

Their eyes, though…oh, their eyes are what makes Swiss’ belly swoop and his mouth go even drier than it already was. Big—adorned by thick and long lashes—and in the color of the healthiest, most fresh, summer grass ever. Swiss haven’t seen grass as green in years.

“Anything to drink for you?” They ask, picking up a rag to wipe the bar. More to busy themself than because it’s dirty. If anything it’s dusted over from unuse.

“Well, ain’t ya a pretty thing?” Swiss winks, his head tilted to the side. He knows he most definitely looks like a creep, but he can’t stop staring.

“Oh, me? Uhm–thank you?” they stutter as blush creeps up their cheeks, coloring them a light rosy pink. Gorgeous. “What…what about that drink?”

“Get me a pint of some good ole beer, sweetheart. Pretty please.”

“Mhm,” they nod, obviously flustered, and turn to disappear behind the curtain again. Swiss sighs—he really is exhausted—as he rests his chin on his fist, his other hand scratching at his stubble. Well, more like a beard, he didn’t have much time or opportunities to take care of it, so it’s a bit unkept now.

Soon enough the bar…person returns with Swiss’ beer and hands it to him with a light smile. “There you go.”

“Thank you kindly,” he mutters, nodding, before pressing his lips against the chilly mug and tipping it back. He moans at the refreshing feeling washing over him the moment beer pours into his mouth.

“Is it that good?” the person chuckles, leaning against the wall with their hands crossed over their chest. Their beautiful, full chest and it’s–Swiss shakes his head. He ain’t seen no tits in ages but he isn’t an animal, damnit.

“Nah,” he snorts before taking another gulp. “It’s piss, but I’ve been dry as a desert, sweetheart.”

The person curls their lips into a little amused smile and turns, grabbing the rag and starting to wipe the bar again. Swiss tries to not be obvious in his staring—looking from under the rim of his hat. The stranger is so captivating, he can’t tear his eyes away.

“Listen, I don’t mean any disrespect, sweetheart, but I’ve gotta ask–” Swiss starts after clearing his throat, but gets cut off. The other probably expected it to go that way.

“You’re the nicest person I’ve encountered in a long time,” they say with a smirk and Swiss bows his head, grinning. “Phrase your question as nicely and there’s a chance I won’t take out the revolver from under the bar and shoot your hat off.”

“Damn, sweetheart.” He recoils dramatically, raising his arms defensively. “You’re too pretty for me to offend, don’t ya worry.”

“So?”

“Are you a boy or a girl?” The question lands, but no offense shows on the person’s face. Swiss continues. “Cause if you’re a boy, then you’re the prettiest one I’ve ever seen—and I’ve seen a lot—and if you’re a girl, then…well, then you’re the prettiest one of those.”

“I’m a woman, kind sir,” she laughs, fully this time, and the melodic sound of it goest through Swiss’ ears right to his heart, “you haven’t proven yourself worthy of permission to call me a girl. Yet.”

“Understood. I'd love to try and prove my worth.” He winks and lifts the mug nodding, as if in a toast. “You’re a gorgeous woman, ma’am.”

“Thank you. I do understand the confusion, though, even my own body didn’t get the memo.” She sighs, fidgeting with her hands and worrying her lip between her teeth. Swiss gets a sudden urge to gently pull it free, lest she breaks the skin and paints her mouth with blood, but he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t, they’ve just met. Swiss doesn’t know what possessed him.

“Huh, that’s so…” He mumbles, staring holes into the already rugged wood of the countertop. With the corner of his eye he sees the barmaid pull up a chair on the other side of the bar and sit on it, right before him.

“Unnatural?” she finishes for him, but her guess of his thoughts couldn’t be falser.

“No, I wanted to say it makes you unique. It’s amazing,” Swiss says—confident—looking up at her again. She is so much closer now and so many more details of her beauty are visible to the man, and if she’d let him he’d count all the golden freckles adorning her face a hundred times over.

“Oh…” she whispers. Swiss doesn’t count her freckles, but he does follow the path of a blush crawling up her cheeks. “Well, uhm, I don’t know. It doesn’t feel amazing most of the time.”

“That must be tough,” he replies, wondering. “Is it like…like you don’t feel right in your body? Like it’s not yours?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” she has no idea why she’s suddenly spilling her innermost thoughts to a stranger she has met not even half an hour prior. There is something about him, though, that makes her feel safe and maybe carries a chance of finally being understood. Even if just a bit. “And sometimes I just feel…wrong all around.”

Swiss hums in acknowledgement and leans down to his mug, swallowing down a few gulps. Once his mouth is unoccupied again, he asks, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“It’s Mountain,” the barmaid says, “but I prefer just Mounty.”

Swiss snorts at that, but immediately regrets it upon seeing Mounty’s brows furrow in confusion and her eyes fill with a tiny bit of hurt. “Sorry, sweetheart, I ain’t laughing at you! My horse’s name is Monty, that’s why!”

“Oh. Oh, okay,” she relaxes and chuckles, too, a bit embarrassed by her immediate defensiveness. “Yeah, that is funny.”

“Nice to meet you, Mounty.”

“Won’t you give me your name?” the barmaid’s eyelashes flutter and Swiss wouldn’t be able to refuse or lie to her even if he wanted to.

“Swiss, sweetheart,” he says, lifting up the mug again. “My name’s Swiss.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Swiss,” Mounty replies, her face lighting up with a soft smile, and if Swiss was standing it would make his knees buckle. Still, his insides warm up and twist and he’s never felt like that; so stupid and…vulnerable.

Swiss feels himself blush and he quickly hides behind his mug.

“Would you–” Mounty is about to ask him something, but a squeak of the doors and heavy steps interrupt her.

“Afternoon!” a stranger calls out, walking into the saloon as if it was his own ground. Swiss looks up at the barmaid and sees her tense up—her lips turn into a thin line and her brows furrow. She knows the man and she isn't fond of him in the slightest.

Swiss doesn’t like that look on her.

“Afternoon, sir,” Mounty mutters, standing up. The man doesn’t reply, just walks over and sits down by the bar next to Swiss. He is alert after Mounty’s reaction, one of his hands close to his gun.

“Get me some whiskey, girl,” the stranger grumbles, spitting the last word out like it burns his tongue, like an insult. Swiss realizes it is supposed to be one and the knot inside him tightens, this time with something resembling anger. How can someone treat such a gorgeous, brilliant and kind creature without utmost respect?

“Hey, she ain’t your girl,” Swiss hisses as Mounty disappears to get the man’s drink. He won’t sit there and pretend he is okay with what is happening right next to him. “Bark orders at your wife like that. If you even have one, it don’t seem like you’ve got a lot to offer.”

“Why do you care?” the stranger scoffs, “he’s a freak.”

One second Swiss is sitting relaxed, sipping on his beer, and then in the next he’s up with his back straight, looming over the other man and staring down at him with fire in his eyes.

“I suggest you either apologize to her when she gets back,” he growls, reaching behind himself, to his revolver, “or get out now so neither of us have to see your ugly face any more. Or else…”

“Or else what!? Ya one of them, too, hm?” the man—clearly an idiot—snarls, craning his neck to look up at Swiss, pretending to be brave. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you had no balls on you.”

“Oh, I’ve got enough balls, asshole,” Swiss laughs and that seems to hit. He pulls his revolver out from behind his belt, twists it on his finger and watches the other man hesitate about his next words. “You wanna lose yours?”

The man scoffs as if there wasn’t fear in his eyes. He’s a coward and he storms out accordingly, because it’s unlikely he knows better than to actually challenge Swiss. He doubts he knows who he was.

Just as the man disappears outside, Mounty returns with a glass of whiskey intended for him. There’s no smile on her face and her rather neutral expression turns to confusion as she sees only Swiss by the bar. “Where did he go?”

“Oh, he realized he left something at home.” Swiss shrugs, returning to his stool.

“And what would that be?”

“Respect for women,” he says with a smirk and Mounty returns it, knowing and thankful. She sits again and looks at the glass in her hand before pressing it against her lips and cringing as she tips it back to drink. “Not a fan?”

“Not at all,” she coughs and Swiss chuckles. She is adorable. “All I drink is tea.”

“Tea is good,” he says and looks into his mug—there was still some beer left. He lifts it again and silence falls for a moment.

“You really are nice to talk to,” Mounty speaks after a while. “I get called a freak and other names all the time, usually the moment I come into someone’s view. It’s nice to be treated normally, have my feelings acknowledged…and be protected. You know?”

“I can only imagine.” Swiss smiles at her fondly. It must be hard living like that. Trying to live right by yourself and offending others by simply existing, just because they are too thick-skulled. If he could, he'd sit on that creaky chair every damn day and chase off every single man who'd as much as look at Mounty wrong.

It’s quiet again, Swiss finishing up his beer and Mounty drinking her whiskey—frowning at every single sip. They have just met, but the silence is comfortable. It feels like not only did they know each other for ages, but that they have a…special connection, of a kind.

Swiss snorts at his own thoughts. He’s stupid for them, for thinking this is anything more than…than what, exactly?

“A’ight, sweetheart,” he sighs after a moment, breaking the dead silence. “I should get going, find somewhere to sleep.”

“We’ve got beds,” Mounty perks up, immediately shying away as she realizes she might’ve been a bit too enthusiastic, “if you want…”

“I’d love a bed, but I don’t have much money,” the man shrugs. He’d rip anyone off without any remorse, but not her. He’s never gotten a soft spot for someone as fast as he did for her. “And I’d rather get a place for my horse than myself.”

“And if it’d all be on the house?”

“What, like me so much already you don’t want me to leave?” Swiss laughs, winking.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Mounty scoffs, but her own wink says something else. “You’re clearly exhausted, who would I be if I let you go back on the road without a proper rest?”

“Will you at least accept my help in here and in the stables as a payment?”

“I can consider it,” she mumbles, smiling softly as she stares at Swiss through her lashes.

“Alright, then. I’ll stay, sweetheart.”

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Stop looking at me with those eyes!! Pt l | Pt ll | Pt lll

Characters: Itadori, Megumi, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Todo, Miwa.

Characters are aged up, early to mid twenties!!

Warnings: Reader is GN but could be read as more feminine leaning, i.e wearing dresses, having painted nails. Spicy times are alluded to, directly insinuated in Miwa's part. Use of vibrators/edging. Minors DNI.

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Forget doe eyes. This boy {Yuuji} has these beautiful, wide, wet eyes like a newborn baby cow and it makes you soo angry. He's too freaking cute like get out of my face with that!!

Your #1 simp. Cheerleader. Hype man. The type to run in front of you to get the door and announce your arrival like you're a monarch (in his eyes you are). Whether or not it's pre or after Sukuna he is sick over you. You're just so hot and pretty and amazing and he's the one who gets to be with you and he's just so grateful.

The eyes are out all the time and Nobara always makes a 'bleh' face. (she secretly fangirls over you two though in private, megumi told you).

He will carry you so your feet don't touch the ground ever. He will fluff your pillows and refill and watch your drinks and give actual advice when you want him to critique your looks. You're always beautiful but he'll tell you what enhances your beauty.

"I think this one is too short."

"Yeah. It's gonna ride up your ass when you walk. Not that one." You strip off the dress in front of him and smile when his eyes immediately turn to stare.

"The blue one then? Or the purple one?"

"...Which purple one again?"

You try to stifle your smile. "The one without sleeves, love."

"Why not the red, shiny one? That one is good."

"Red is kinda stereotypical, right? I don't wanna look too slutty and have guys keep approaching me."

Yuuji is pouting when you look at him, but his eyes haven't left your form.

"Wear it. You look so good in it, I'll be with you."

"That's more trouble for you then when people assume I'm free."

"It's fine." He whines. "It's okay, you can dress slutty, I can fight." You burst out into laughter. Yuuji perks up, and soon his laughter is joined in with yours.

There are tears in your eyes and you try to make sure they don't fall, you don't want the makeup to run. Yuuji's eyes are shining, he's looking at you like it's the first time all over again, and he gets up from his seat and practically floats over to you.

"Hey~ Stop looking at me with those eyes, Yuuji," you tease. He doesn't say anything though and just picks you up with a squeal from you. He rests his chin on your chest and fixes you with that stare, his heart in his eyes.

You run your hands through his hair, soft and pink. His roots were starting to show, he needs a touch up soon. You'll help him, of course. "You're such a sap, Yuuji."

He grins, and presses a kiss to your skin. "Only for you, love."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

Pretty, pretty eyes. You could get jealous over those lashes, but for however shy he is, {Megumi} always calls you beautiful. He doesn't want you to think he thinks of you as any less than that. And, seriously, you and Megumi are that one couple you see in the street that are just too pretty to believe.

Secret starer. Much like Itadori, he likes to look at you, you're just so amazing and kind and sweet and capable and you're his and– Oh fuck you caught him look away.

Remember in the last episode where Nobara was beating up Yuuji and he pulled his collar to cover his face? Yeah, that's him every time you catch him. His face gets all red and cute and it's too adorable for you not to mess with him.

"Caught you lookin'." Megumi just pulls his collar up higher, but doesn't quite hide how even his ears are red.

"I was just glancing. I don't know why you're making a big deal out of this."

You grin. "I'm not, but you seem pretty defensive. It's okay if you like what you see."

"I wasn't looking."

"You just said you were glancing."

"In your direction. Not at you."

"You're such a liar, Megumi!!" You slap his arm, and press up to him, so that no matter what, he is all you see and hear.

"You're too close."

"I'm not close enough." Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you can count every lash in his eyes, his pores (kinda big. Stress, you two need to do masks), and the twitch of his mouth. He's so cute you can't help pressing a kiss to his mouth.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes." He's pouting when you move back, and you're sure your eyes are shining, that he could see his reflection in them.

"Oh? I'm just returning the favor? You were checking me out." He clicks his tongue and tries to move away, flustered, but you tighten your hold, lower your voice.

"It's okay, Megumi, you can look. I don't mind."

His face is soo red, but he finally looks at you, pretty eyes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"I look at you all the time you know. You're so hot and your eyes are so pretty, even with your spiky sonic the hedgehog hair. I just keep thinking about just pulling you somewhere and doing something to you." His eyes widen as you continue on, and you see him struggling but he doesn't look away.

"Is that what you think of when you look at me? Is that why you get so embarrassed? It's okay, you don't need to, even if you look so cute all shy and stuff. You've already seen everything so–"

"Oh shut up already." Megumi sighs hard, breath washing over your face. His hands wrap around your waist, tight, secure, and pull you out of his space. You wiggle to get back but he holds you in place.

Ooh. He's in a mood.

"Stop playing with me. You like to tease too much."

"But I don't see you denying what I said? I'm right, aren't I?"

Still glaring at you, and stilled faced, he speaks.

"Thats it. I'm canceling date night."

Your eyes blow open.

"Wait, what, no! We planned this a week ago, we can't-"

"We're staying inside tonight."

Oh?

Oh.

"Oh. Oh. Okay!" Megumi snorts at how quickly you perk up, happy and glowing in his hands. He only has time to smile back and squeeze before you both snap into attention, pulling back from each other.

"You don't have time for lovey-dovey when you're in a life-or-death situation!" Megumi has a spear in his hand, the blade would have gone between, or through, both of you with how close you two were.

You turn, and Maki is wearing a frown, hands on her hips. Panda is currently using Nobara like a baseball bat against Toge.

"Get back to training!"

You snap to salute, which doesn't help Maki's frown.

"Yes ma'am!" You sneak a glance back to Megumi, to see him already looking at you.

"Later?"

He nods. "Later."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Nobara} can act like she's annoyed with how often you stare but she's secretly loving it.

She's a prideful girl, and she's still a bit shy about showing exactly how much she loves you in public. She still throws herself into your arms whenever she sees you, and she holds your hands and kisses your cheek and wears matching nails and jewelry (yes, nails. She needs to see how the design looks first so you're her test subject).

But when you're giving her those wide, adoring eyes? Suddenly she gets all squirmy and blushy amd she has to force herself to meet your eyes! You love her! Obviously! Very, very much, and she won't be embarrassed about that.

But damn, you're shameless.

"Hey. Hey. Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"But I love you, I can't help it."

You're out on a group date with Megumi, Itadori, and their partners, and of course, you're currently at a karaoke bar. It's funny seeing Itadori metaphorically break down into tears during a love song, but you'd rather watch how the lights turn your girlfriend more into the effervescent goddess she is.

She tries not to squirm, but you see it, and grab her hand, and the lights still can't hide how her face flushes.

Suddenly, Itadori is at the table, and is pulling Nobara to get on stage, and you suspect she doesn't fight that hard.

You happily sit and watch her on stage, Itadori chose another love song, of course. She melts and gets into character as the song goes on, twirling and swaying, and around the second chorus, she catches your eyes again.

It suddenly all hits her, the situation, your lovesick eyes, but she continues on with hardly a hitch. And hey, if you're gonna look, she's gonna put on a show.

It's like a k-drama. She's singing on stage with Yuuji, who is serenading his own love, meanwhile every time she looks at you your eyes are on her with a smile on your lips. Shoujo eyes, she thinks, before she turns it up, sings louder, and points you out in the crowd.

The crowd jeers. And now it's your turn to blush as the crowd laughs and cheers and awws, and when Nobara finishes she fixes you with her own lovesick stare, just for you, and only for you.

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

You and {Toge} are little shits together and the only reason why you mostly get away with it is because you've been blessed, with the true doe eyed gaze.

Any snide remarks or mishaps or pranks, you just turn the eyes towards your victims and they fold. Usually. Gojo-sensei always folds, but you only think it's because he thinks it's funny, your pranks and how he folds, and not because they actually work.

Of course, you use it in moderation, but Toge has mastered the look. He can't really speak, so he has to have other modes of communication. And he has levels for this.

First, he always has this soft boy look on his face, that just lowers your guard. Didn't work well when he had his hair up, but it's better nowadays. Then, it's the pleading eyes. If you want to resist, close your eyes, and run away.

Then it's the true doe eyes. The ones you often use together. 85% success rate, though there's ones these never work on. I.e Maki, Nanami-sensei, the principal. But then, and only Toge has this, there is the last level.

"Toge, no."

He doesn't speak, of course, but not because he can't. There are soft, sweet, innocent words he can use with you, but that's for special occasions, like anniversaries, or pillow talk, or shared baths.

You know he is looking at you with those eyes.

"Don't do this to me, Toge. Don't. Please. I need this." You close the fridge, and hold your pudding to your chest, grab a spoon.

"Please. You know I can't resist. I've been saving this. Please." He can't speak but you feel the silence, the expectation, he knows you will fold and he doesn't fill the air at all. The anticipation kills you.

"It's the last one, Toge." And, despite your common sense, you look.

Immediately, you're done, your back hits the fridge (something fell. You hope it doesn't spill) and you clutch the pudding tighter but it's too late.

The doe eyes have been turned up to eleven, you don't know how but his pupils are dilated, and there's a wet sheen to his eyes. The light reflects and makes them even shinier, and you have to resist. You have to be strong–

"Please?" Oh, God, no. He spoke, he spoke. He opens his eyes wider, and of course the devil looks so cute and innocent when he wants something.

"No!!! Stop looking at me with those eyes!!"

He just cocks his head all cute, the bastard, and takes a step closer. Defeat is imminent.

"..."

"No…" his mouth quirks like he wants to laugh but he holds on.

"...Please?"

"UGH!!" You scream. You bang your head back against the fridge (another thing fell) and hold it out to him. He snatches it in a millisecond, an impish grin on his face when you look back at him.

"You devil. You monster. Seducing me, exploiting me for your own sick desires–" a spoon is popped into your mouth, and you taste the pudding spread on your tongue.

"Share." He smiles, sweet again, and damn it. You love this gremlin.

He still ate most of the pudding later though.

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

THIS GIRL COULD NOT HANDLE AFFECTION. {Maki} would fold and run the minute you got a little too sappy with her, in the beginnings of your relationship.

You've been together for a while, but she still gets loud and huffy whenever you get too sweet on her. Much like Nobara, only she's waaayy worse at handling it.

Of course, it's easier in private, she lets you gaze adoringly and pepper her in hugs and squeezes and kisses, and she returns them. Her love language though is more acts of service, and words of affirmation, which is great in the bedroom, and if you have mommy issues, but we digress.

But when Maki looks at you now? And when she's feeling frisky?

Oh My God, you've never seen siren eyes till you've seen Maki do them. Sharp and sultry and melting and fuuucck, your heart is beating so fast.

She's still much too shy to say it in public, but she's very much the 'come sit in my lap' type. You know what she wants when she has that look, so you spare her some dignity and plant yourself down.

"You could've come dancing with me."

"You know I'm not the type. I like watching you though." She joined you at this nightclub, even if she can't get drunk (crazy metabolism), and sports some fruity drink she holds to your lips. She wipes a drop from your mouth when she takes it away.

"You don't mind when I dance with other people?"

"No. You can dance, but I know you won't cross the line and go too far." She plays with the edge of your sleeve, and when she looks up at you her eyes are so dark.

You lean in.

"Little liar. I see the way you look at me, it's making everyone too scared to approach."

"Well, good then."

"Not good. You won't dance with me so I have to find someone else. But you keep scaring everyone away. Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"Oh? Fine then. Give me something else to look at then." She smooths a hand up your thigh, squeezes your waist and brings you in closer.

"...I still wanna dance." Her hands toy with the edge of your clothing, lifting it a few inches.

"Really? You sure?" She nips at your jaw and grins when you jolt. You sigh hard, annoyed (not really).

"I get all dolled up to go clubbing, what's the point if we go back early?"

"Hm." Maki pretends to think, tapping a finger against your hip. "You're right, you're right. We'd still have our fun no matter what time we got home." You blush, but don't object.

She guides you off her lap gently, so she can stand up, your hand still in hers. She starts pulling you off to the dance floor. She grins, eyes all sultry and lovely.

"So come on, like I said. Give me something to look at."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Todo} is another #1 simp. I honestly think that if you don't check this man, he will go fully yandere on you so, keep an eye out people.

If Itadori worships you like his sovereign, Todo worships you as his God. His religion. The only faith he would ever bind himself to. This man would easily make merch of you, even if you're just a nobody and he will wear it in public, proudly.

When I tell you this man stares at you like you hung all the stars in the night sky, believe it. When I tell you this man would serve on you, hand and foot, believe it. Baby, you are the breath in his lungs and the beat of his heart, this man is obsessed with you. Good if you have abandonment issues or insecurity, but I understand if you feel it's too much.

But he is a himbo so…

"Baby. Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"Eyes? What eyes?"

"You know what you're doing! You need to look ahead!" If it weren't for his amazing senses and situational awareness, you think he would have tripped over his feet by now.

It's not too crowded, and you're just taking a walk together, hand in hand, but his eyes haven't left your face.

"Stop it!!"

"You're so beautiful today!" He looks like he's about to burst out in joy.

"You say that everyday." You huff, and brush a stray hair out of place.

"You're wearing a new outfit today though, and it really brings out your eyes."

You smile at him, and you see him melt, like chocolate.

"You always notice the little things. Thank you honey." For good measure you reach up and kiss his cheek, and only a squeeze from your hand keeps him upright. This man is swooning.

But suddenly, Todo straightens, and grasps your hands in his own. His eyes look battle ready, and are focused entirely on you. "I would give my life for you."

"...I know, baby."

"No, listen." He suddenly falls to his knees, but he's so tall you can still easily make eye contact. "I will give up my life for you. I will spend the rest of my life serving you."

"But you're my man, what am I supposed to do for you?"

"Allow me to always gaze upon your splendor, and stay your beautiful self. Forever."

"Hmm," You pull a hand back to put on your chin teasingly.

"I can assure you I'll stay amazing and glamorous forever, though I am a piece of art. I am forever changing shape and form, so I can't ever stay the same. Would you still love me then?"

"If you still love me, then yes. Whatever form you take, I will love and honor whatever emerges. If you will have me, of course." It's strange, and cute, to see such a strong, intimidating man look so blushy and sheepish, and your heart flutters, full. You're sure you have your own heart pupils now.

"Of course I will. I love you, and how you love me and take care of me. Of course I'll have you. I'll always want you."

You both are staring into each others souls, when suddenly, the people around you break out into applause, and you both look up to see a crowd has formed around you two, sharing 'awws' and other exclamations.

It dawns on you two quickly, and your faces both explode into red. Some people even have their phones out for goodness' sake!

"Let's get out of here." Todo stands, and in one fell swoop scoops you up, and you're off.

"These people dont deserve to even look at you!" You can't help laughing at the situation, and wrap your arms around his neck.

"When you actually propose you're going to have to beat that!"

"Of course," he grins. "I've been practicing since our first month anniversary. You'll love it, I know it."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

I know we probably all classify our girl mascot {Miwa} as sweet and shy and awkward and I agree with those headcanons, to an extent.

See, when Miwa is in a relationship, a stable loving relationship, she changes. She gets more comfortable, more open, more loose. More confident.

Of course, she's still bashful, shy sometimes. But when she doesn't have to fear rejection or backlash is when she really shines.

Seriously don't know how, but she's got this blend of Siren and Doe eyes. Somehow, she's found a way to blend them into this cocktail that you can't ever resist, and maybe she abuses it.

Just a little though.

She wants to leave this restaurant already. She knows you made a reservation and she's been having an absolutely lovely time, she loves her new dress and the food and how good you look, but this vibrator is driving her crazy, and she's gonna leave a wet stain on the cushion if this goes on any longer.

How are you so calm? You have your own vibrator, and somehow fiddled with the things so they both work with one remote, which you still have. You look cool as a cucumber, and only her training and willpower has kept her still with a pleasant face. A red one, but relatively relaxed.

Relatively.

"The eyes, darling." You cut up your food, and the lights make you look so soft and lovely.

"Stop giving me those eyes darling." She didn't know she was staring, but she can guess what look she has on her face. She tucks a lock behind her ear and doesn't drop her gaze.

You turn up the intensity, and Miwa has to bite her lips and lower her head to stifle any sign of what's going on. Her thighs squeeze together tight, trembling. You just laugh, low, dark and smooth that makes her gut warm.

Minutes past, and you lower it, but it just makes her hyperaware to what she's not getting. Slowly, covertly, she slips a foot out her heel. She traces it up you calf, past your knee. You give her a look as she rests it on your upper thigh. You don't react when she nudges closer, closer to where she knows you're aching to, but suddenly you swat her foot away.

"Okay, that's enough." She hears you say, under your breath, almost imperceptibly, and you stand. She slips her heel back on.

"Stand up, and drop your glass on the seat as you do it." She's almost too out of her mind to question you, but she does as you say, and even adds a gasp as the glass slips from her grasp. She did leave a spot, how embarrassing. Oh well.

Immediately a waiter comes over and you step forward to speak to him.

"I'm so sorry, I think my wife isn't feeling too well. I'll pay for this, is there any way we can take this to go?" Things are sorted out, and she leans against your arm as you tip your server, and you kiss her forehead, guide her to the car.

As soon as the door closes she sighs, leans back against the seat and lets her expression fall into pleasure, shoulders dropping. You laugh, and press your mouth to her jaw.

"Yeah, I couldn't handle the way you were looking at me."

"How are you so calm? I was dying back there." Before you can answer she's grabbing onto you, moving to straddle your lap.

"Fuck it, I'm dying right now." You laugh again, press a kiss to her shoulder.

"We're still in the parking space love, it's not long till we get home, you can wait." She groans, and gives you those eyes, a mix of pretty please and hurry the hell up then when she looks at you, trailing her hands down, down. Your tummy jolts under her hands, you groan.

You grab her hands before they go down further, a tremble in your sigh. You're just as worked up. "Wait, love. We have time." She pouts, but slides back into her seat, fixing her dress. It is a nice dress.

"Can we have the leftovers afterwards?" You chuckle, and start the car.

"Of course, honey."

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

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I loved your Toxic jealous Gojo.

I was wondering if I could request how their first Valentine would be like.

Gojo x chubby reader. Reader feels insecure about her weight as she sees beautiful, skinnier women who would be a better fit for Gojo getting too close to Gojo. Both were shopping for clothes for their Valentine’s date or something.

Darling, flattery will get you everywhere around here 💙 but I've been working on something really special as a sequal to Sooner or Later, and I'm going to hold off on sharing it for just a little bit longer ;) thank you for enjoying it though!

Now, as for that Chubby!Reader x Gojo prompt you got there, I think youre onto something!

Now Presenting....

Starring Satoru Gojo X Chubby!Reader

Historically speaking, You had never been a big fan of clothes shopping. It made you hyper aware of your body in ways that made you want to crawl out of your skin. But, this time was different. This time, you were with your boyfriend, shopping for a new outfit for your first Valentine's day together. And with him hyping you up in quite literally everything you wore and-and here's the important part- actually meaning it, the experience wasn’t that bad.

At least, it hadn’t been. That was until you found yourselves at your favorite store. Your favorite store that just so happened to be fucking packed that day. Gojo must have sensed your sudden unease, as he hooked his arm in yours and gave you a gentle but encouraging smile. “I got a good feeling about this one, I think we’re gonna find the perfect fit!” He smiled, always the optimist. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“I think you might be right.” You smiled as you walked in with him. Almost instantly a drop dead gorgeous sales assistant came over, maneuvering her skinny waist through the crowd.

“Hi!” she chirped, batting her long lashes at Satoru. Fuck. you thought, Here we go again. “My name's Clarissa, can I help you today?” she purred, standing closer to your boyfriend than she needed to. He took a step back.

“No thank you,” He smiled politely, holding you closer, “I’m just here shopping with my Girlfriend.” You’d always be thankful for Gojo’s awareness. You smiled at her and waved. Clarissa looked at you like you had four heads and a tail. Or, more accurately, a few extra pounds and a handsome boyfriend.

“Well, if you need anything, and I mean anything at all, let me know!” She smiled. You felt violent, but walked away, boyfriend in arm, before you could act on any of it.

“Well that was ridiculous.” Gojo muttered, “Who flirts with someone who's clearly spoken for?”

“No clue.” You muttered, knowing exactly who would. The kinda person that thought that they were hotter than the significant other. The kind of person confident in their ability to break up the relationship.

“Um, Hi!” You heard an unfamiliar voice call out. You and Gojo looked over to see another patron trying to get his attention. MotherFUCKER you thought. This girl would look more at home on a runway than in a department store.

“Um, hi?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side curiously.

“I was just wondering, are you doing anything for valentines day? Cause,”

“He’s doing me.” You said coldly, trying to figure out where these bitches got off flirting with your boyfriend in front of you. She looked more than shocked at your words, and not for the vulgarity of them.

“You’re dating her? Really?” The girl scoffed in disbelief.

“I am.” Gojo said firmly, “And you can talk to her about it, instead of acting like she doesn’t exist.”

“I don’t want to talk to her anyway, Love,” You said, using the pet name with authority, “Rude assholes are rarely good conversationalists.”

“Oh, I’m the rude one” The woman scoffed, “Listen to yourself!” she said, because of course she did. You couldn’t win. If you were quiet and kept to yourself, you must not have loved him enough to fight for him. If you spoke up and got rightfully upset, then you were treated like a mad cow in more ways than one.

“Come on Darling, let’s not waste anymore time here.” Gojo muttered, pulling you away from the situation. “People sure are bold today, huh?” He sighed to you as the two of you looked through a dress rack.

“I think it’s because valentine's day is in like, two days.” You said, “People are getting desperate.”

“Maybe, bu-hey!” Gojo cut himself off, his eyes lighting up as he pulled a gorgeous red dress off the rack. “What about this one? It would look stunning on you!” It looked tight. You suddenly became aware of your body again.

“Oh, I don’t know ‘Toru..” you muttered.

“Will you try it on?” He asked, “Really, I think this dress is perfect.” He smiled. You looked into his dazzling blue eyes, and sighed. You knew you were going to give into him. He was like a puppy, excited to go for a car ride. How could you say no?

“Of course Satoru.” You smiled, taking the dress from him and making your way to the dressing rooms. You were reluctant to leave him alone while you went in, but you trusted your boyfriend. You slipped into the new dress and felt..well, conflicted. The dress was dazzling! Its hem ended at the perfect length to make your legs look long, the neckline made your chest look phenomenal and it hugged your curves in all the right places.

But that was part of the problem, wasn’t it? It hugged your thighs, your hips, your stomach. You hadn’t been so hyper aware of your body in a long time. But, seeing all of those beautiful girls, all thinner than you, fawning over your boyfriend, well…it would make anyone feel insecure. You suddenly felt like any of them could take him from you. Like you didn’t deserve him. Like he deserved better, prettier than you.

You tried to push those thoughts out of your mind as you left the dressing room. That didn’t last long though. You saw Gojo waiting for you, staring off into space as no less than 3 absolutely drop dead gorgeous women talked at him. It didn’t phase him. He could literally have any woman he wanted in the whole world. So why were you forcing him to stay with you? Why keep him locked down when he could do so much better?

It was then Gojo finally looked to the dressing rooms and saw you. His eyes lit up like a christmas tree and a smile that could melt even the coldest heart broke across his face. He broke away from the gaggle of now confused girls and rushed to get his hands on you, placing his hands on your hips. “I knew that dress was going to look amazing on you, but fuck y/n I didn’t know it was going to look that good on you! I’m hardly going to be able to keep my hands off of you.” He teased softly, giving you a quick kiss.

It was then that it hit you, like a bag of bricks slamming against your head. He didn’t look bored because he was just that used to beautiful women talking to him, or because he could have whoever he wanted. He looked bored because none of those women were you. Because he fully could have any woman he wanted, and he wanted you. And suddenly, your heart melted.

“Well that's the plan, isn’t it?” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. For just a moment, your body issues were pushed back to the back burner, replaced by your love for the sorcerer before you.

“Hell yea it is,” He chuckled, stealing another kiss. “So this is the dress then?” He asked. You smiled proudly as you nodded.

“I think it is.”

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For some reason I just can't get Chubby!reader out of my head since the perv!eddie with his obsession with thighs and being in between them.

Like the reader purposes riding his face and they're a bit nervous because they know they're big and don't wanna hurt him.

But Eddie couldve sworn he just died and went to heaven, eyes literally rolled back and he's just like, "Holy fuck, please, yes- the things you do to me." Because he's been wanting this, a wet dream to come true.

And when the reader does, he grips their thighs so tight they it's sure to leave bruises, even when the reader tries pulling away because of overstimulation. He just pulls them right back down, mumbling about how he's not done yet.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Even just your thighs around Eddie's head is big. It's a big deal, for the both of you. It's a big deal for you because they look larger than you remember them, and they look like murder weapons that are going to snuff the life out of Eddie. It's a big deal for Eddie because they're his favorite things in the world, and they've never been closer.

"Oh my god," He breathes, eyes flicking over your cunt, soft lips already pulling back to expose your sensitive clit, "I knew you were beautiful, babe," He leans up, nose against your skin as he gently kisses your clit, "But this is unreal."

His feather-light touch sends a shockwave through your body that makes your thighs clench. It means they squeeze around his head, and you can't stop it even if you're mortified by it.

He feels your skin flatten over his ears, warmth coursing through him. He doesn't even give you time to be embarrassed before he surges upwards, licking a long, lewd stripe up your folds.

"Fuck," His voice is muffled as he speaks into your cunt, "Fuck, sweetheart, yes."

You feel his tongue, long and lithe and wet, snake through your cunt. It flicks against your clit as soon as he reaches it, and his lips pucker around it for a split second, suckling gently. He soothes the arousing sting of his suction with a soft lave of his tongue over your clit, and it has your stomach convulsing.

"Oh my god," He groans, arms flying up to wrap around your thighs, "Yes."

"Eddie-" You gasp as he flattens his tongue through your slit, a wave of slick gushing over his tongue and coating it, "Eddie, that's- oh!"

This time when he reaches your clit he laps slick up to meet it, smearing it around the sensitive bud. Then, once he deems it properly coated, he sucks it clean, tongue flicking and curling around it while his lips encase you.

It's stimulation like you've never felt it before.

"No- no more!" You demand, suddenly cowing. You push at his forehead and lift your hips, leaving him lying on the pillow beneath him with wild eyes and a sticky chin.

"Are you hurt?" He's worried by your sudden panic, licking arousal off of his lips, "Did I do something wrong? Shit," His eyes grow wide and his fingers tighten around your thighs, "Did I accidentally bite you?"

"No!" You assure him, though your stomach flips at the idea, this time unpleasantly, "It's okay, it's not- nothing hurt."

"Was it too far? We don't have to, you know, if you're getting cold feet." Eddie promises, chest still heaving with a blissful mix of adrenaline and arousal.

"That's not it," You insist, sheepish, "I just- I was about to crush you."

Eddie blinks at you. One. Twice. Three times. His lashes flutter over his pretty brown eyes and he stares up at you blankly, perfectly still.

Then he starts, "Oh my god, you weren't kidding."

"Of course I wasn't kidding," You shift slightly on your thighs, trying to wriggle his hands off of them. He doesn't get the memo, though, or maybe he chooses to ignore it. His fingers grip your skin tighter, flesh pooling between them, "I'm gonna kill you, Eddie! I don't wanna kill you, that would suck."

"Baby," He starts, with the cajoling tone of someone explaining something to a confused toddler, "You are not going to kill me." He turns his head, pecking a kiss to the soft flesh of your inner thigh, "I promise." Another kiss, this time closer to your cunt, "And- and if you do? Tell everyone about it." A kiss to your other leg this time, in the crease between your cunt and your thigh, "Put it on my fuckin' headstone, baby, Eddie Munson, drowned in pussy." One last kiss, just above your clit, paired with a shit-eating, teasing grin, "You are going to do wonders for my reputation, babe."

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