I Cook Something This Week For Yuri Enjoyer

I cook something this week for yuri enjoyer 🐤

futaba!🧡

Blue Haired Boy

you play with Buggy's hair while the crew is away

Cw/ Fem! terms, food, fluff, whiny Buggy, OPLA! Buggy, he's just a head in this one lol

AN/ this is just me clowning around before getting my requests done, so not beta read.

Rolling over on the hammock for the fifth time, you grabbed at the thin pillow and shoved it off and onto the floor. Something about the situation was reminiscent of being stuffed into a wonton wrapper.

God, being the new girl sucks.

You thought the crew would have found some use for you, you were a jack-of-all-trades after all, but it seemed like there was only one role left to fulfill. And as the newest member of the crew, you were responsible for the more unsavory job.

“H-ello! I know you can hear me, broccoli hairrrr~”

Buggy’s singsongy tone reminded you of that very role, clown babysitter. Sighing as the throbbing headache in your temple mixed with the sharp pain in your back, you decided to stand up and get something done, anything that could distract you from your boredom.

The bag that held the clown’s head was on the kitchen table, much to Sanji’s chagrin. Other than the slight shaking and constant talking, he was an exemplary hostage.

As you walked closer to the bag, Buggy’s frantic ravings grew louder. Some empathetic little part of you felt bad for him, so you decided to use your better judgment and give him a little fresh air. That old sack must start to stink after a while.

As you open the bag and dump out the clown’s head, he immediately sprung up and winked at you dramatically. It was as if he was trying to max out his charisma.

“Why hello..~ You’re a new face, aren’t you?”

The deadpan look you tossed his way didn’t break his disposition, instead, it seemed to egg him on.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

Buggy’s head tilted to the side before he smiled brightly.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl…”

That comment got a little chuckle out of you, and he seemingly beamed.

Gently picking him up by his head, near his ears where he wouldn’t be uncomfortable, you placed him on the kitchen counter and pulled out a small kitchen knife.

“You hungry?”

Twirling the knife in-between your fingers, you looked at him expectantly. You had always had a deep sense of domesticity towards your crew, and as he was a temporary companion, he would be receiving your support too.

“Where do you think the food would go?”

Another laugh erupted from you, this one was genuine and hearty, and Buggy’s head laughed along with you.

Good point, clown.”

You picked his head up again and brought him to your makeshift little corner of the ship, laying in your soft red hammock with Buggy on your stomach as you examined him. Your fingers slowly threaded through his hair and adjusted his bandana.

He furrowed his brows slightly, trying to discern what your motive was for the affectionate act. Something clicked in his head as he met your eyes.

“Hey! If you're gonna get all sweet with me, you could've bought me dinner first!”

Laugher came from you in droves, and the clown, clearly proud of himself, bounced a little in the air.

As you continued to fix and adjust his hair and bandana, Buggy got a little quieter, and if you looked really close, you could see a little flush on his cheeks and (what was present of) his neck.

“This hair…it’s all yours huh?”

Your fingers threaded through a particular knot in his ocean blue locks, and he sighed a little.

“Y-yeah! I mean, I don’t dye it or anything…”

A softer smile appeared on your face as you patted the top of his gorgeous hair, sure, it wasn’t the cleanest; but it was still beautiful. The blue hair complimented his eyes, and framed his face perfectly.

“It’s so thick and voluminous, you could easily grow it out.”

Buggy’s painted face reddened more at that comment, the blush was visible as his grease paint began pulling off.

His silence sort of astonished you, but it was short lived.

“You think that would look alright..?”

Before you could speak again, only to confirm his thoughts, his head lept upwards into the air dramatically.

“ABSOLUTELY IT WOULD! ANYTHING WOULD LOOK GREAT ON A HUNK LIKE ME!”

Your shared laughter echoed throughout the night, a verbal symbol of an amusingly unstable relationship between the two of you blossoming.

mmm kafka or your fav honkai girl/s with a pussy drunk/obsessed fem reader who just adores spending time between their legs? 💓

A/N: if y’all want a lil headcanons for which HSR or Genshin girls moan, whimper or grunt just uhhh lemme know cause I have thoughts 👀

Content Warnings: pussy eating, somnophilia, dacryaphilia, pictures/recording during sex, semi public sex.

Kafka

Oh she’s going to abuse your obsession with her pussy, not that you mind ;)

Her favorite thing to do is sit on her pretty throne, her fingers clawing at your scalp or pulling harshly on your hair just to hear you moan when she does so ~

You’re sad? Frustrated? She’ll lean back and let you just lose yourself inside of her, forgetting about all those pesky thoughts in that pretty head of yours.

If you’d been arguing she wants you to make it up to each other by letting you eat her out. It’s a win, win. She’s never been good with words but actions? That’s the best way for her to show you how she feels…

You had come home from work obviously stressed out, rubbing your temples and dropping your bags at the door. She’s sitting on the couch reading when you walk in, her content smile falling when she sees the dark bags under your eyes.

She pulls you closure to her, kissing you on the forehead before gently pushing you to your knees. She’s just as obsessed with this as you are, she wants you to be good and work for her pleasure.

Your eyes light up at the thought of being between her thighs for hours, forgetting about all your troubles…

“It’s okay baby, just forget about the rest for the world”

Her lips curve into a sweet smile. She loves moments like this more than anything, she loves you more than anything. No matter what’s going on out there, behind these walls it’s just you and her.

“It’s just me and you now”.

Silverwolf

Wolfie would be incredibly shy about this, not that she doesn’t like it! It’s not that at all, in fact she loves it when you wanna get between her legs she’s just nervous about it, she’s not used to that kinda attention.

Along that same line she’s not used to all the praise you’d give her with eating her out, on the inside she’s melting when you tell her how good she looks reclined in her chair letting you have your way with her, telling her how you love her pretty whines.

On the outside though she’s a blushing mess, telling you to ‘shut up’ or that ‘you’re too cheesy’.

That’s why when you come up to her, love in your eyes, sinking to the floor in front of her she’s immediately cautious of what you’re about to do…

She’s playing one of her games but appears to be playing alone. So you decide that this is the best time to make your move, you wanna see if she can keep her focus while your head’s between her legs…

“You know…”

You drag you hands idly up her thighs.

“I could support you under the desk while you play~”

The tips of her ears turn red and she hooks her fingers under the waist band of her shorts to drag them down her legs. She doesn’t say anything, just spreads her legs obediently 💜.

Himeko

She’s a little shy about it but doesn’t show it, it makes her nervous thinking about you losing yourself between her legs but she’s such a control freak she’ll never let that nervousness show.

You want to eat her out until she falls asleep? Thats perfectly fine with her, she was having a hard time sleeping anyway so why not have some fun?

Or maybe you wanna wake her up with your head between her thighs? That’s even better. She loves waking up to your tongue deep inside her, she couldn’t ask for a better way to start her day.

At this point she’s grown so used to being woken up this way that sometimes she doesn’t even wake up, reaching her climax while still sleep. You have to wonder what kind of dreams that gives her…

You had woken up some time before her and decided you were getting bored, what better to cure your boredom than eating her out while you wait for her to wake up?

You shift yourself as quietly as possible and chuckle to yourself at the realization she slept nude last night save for the oversized shirt. Makes your life easier.

You don’t waste anymore time, diving straight between her legs. Her reactions aren’t big, you feel her roll her hips up just a little in search of more of you, quiet sighs leaving her lips.

You hadn’t expected her to wake up but you were pleased nonetheless when you felt her hand reach out, stroking your face gently with lust clouding her eyes.

“Well good morning to me”.

Natasha

She’s very pleased with this turn of events, it greatly benefits her having someone completely obsessed with her pleasure.

She spends all day, everyday taking care of everyone else so she’d love nothing more than for you to drop to your knees and fuck her brains out.

She loves anytime you come visit her at work, it never fails to make her feel less stressed whatever the nature of your visit. Though she won’t lie those days where you come spend hours under her desk hold a special place in her heart ❤️.

She doesn’t mind who’s in charge most days, if you want her to boss you around and lock you in with her long pretty legs she’ll happily oblige.

Or if you want be in charge, kissing and licking every inch of her until she’s whining with tears welled up in those big, beautiful eyes she’s just as happy to obey ~

As if on cue you walk in to her office, locking the door discreetly behind you. Her eyes flash with mischief, watching with a pleased expression at the way you make yourself at home under her desk.

You pull her legs apart and look up to say something before diving in…

“Doctors orders~”

March 7th

Definitely the shyest out of all the girls, she can never bring herself to ask you for help so she’s very relieved when she realizes how much you want to to spend all day ravishing her.

Loves and I mean loves to take pictures of you while you’re between her legs, she has an entire album dedicated to just that <33

Would wrap her legs around you so tightly, her free hand pushing the back of your head till you’re buried so deep you can hardly breath, not that you mind.

You’ll be so lost in concentration that you don’t even notice her rummaging around until you hear the *snap* of her camera…

“Smile for the picture!”

She’s a cryer so you best be careful spending so long down there. After only a few rounds her pretty eyes would already be full of tears, she can’t help it she’s just so sensitive and you’re so good with your tongue…

You almost feel bad for making her cry like that, almost. But it just feels so good fucking her how she deserves it, giving her orgasm after orgasm until even you’ve lost count…

“Y/n please…”

Oh your poor baby, her lip quivers and her thighs shake. Left over make up is running down her cheeks, leaving little black stains of mascara. The sight only spurs you on, you need to make her cum again, so you dive back in…

“Just one more baby, you can do that for me can’t you?”

Pairing: Kafka x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, Kafka has a cock, breeding, degradation, mouth fucking.

Author's notes: I'm bad at name calling and dirty talking because I prefer praising and stuff but I did my best, I hope you enjoy! (I'm sorry for the repost, I forgot to put it in a separate one.)

MDNI

The blaring music and the pulsating lights in the room seemed to intensify, causing your head to throb with discomfort. It was difficult to discern the details of what was happening around you, perhaps exacerbated by the presence of alcohol in your system, leaving you feeling disoriented and disconnected from the events unfolding.

The memory of how you ended up in the club and the identity of the women taking turns kissing you had become a hazy blur, lost in the midst of the overwhelming sensory experience, alcohol, and disorientation. But then you noticed your girlfriend... the love of your life, walking towards you.

"There you are," she began in a soft tone, though the tension was palpable. "I can't recall giving you permission to wander off and make out with random bitches like this." Her words carried an underlying displeasure as she forcibly pulled you away from the woman you had been engaging with.

Kafka's forehead glistened with sweat, a testament to the fact that she had been fervently searching for you in the crowded and chaotic environment of the club. Her determination to locate you was evident in her physical state.

Kafka maintained her gentle smile as she forcefully pulled you out of the club. However, her grip on you was so tight that it elicited groans of pain from you. Her brisk pace only added to your difficulty, making it a struggle for your intoxicated self to keep from stumbling with each hurried step.

Upon reaching your shared place, Kafka wasted no time. She threw you against the wall and swiftly locked the door, making you groan in pain. As you started to slide down the wall, Kafka moved swiftly and caught you in her arms.

"You're such a bad girlfriend... I guess I have no choice but to fuck the slut out of you..." Kafka's smile fades as she pushes you to the wall, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head.

"I'm sorry..." You lowered your gaze in shame, although the lingering effects of alcohol still had a firm grip on your senses, making your head feel fuzzy and complicating your ability to process the situation.

"What are you sorry about?" Kafka leaned in closer, bringing her face to within inches of yours. You could feel her warm breath against your lips, creating an intimate and charged atmosphere between you two.

"For flirting around... I didn't mean to do it..." You nearly whispered your words while avoiding Kafka's intense gaze. "Liar." Kafka growled, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You knew exactly what you were doing." She stepped back slightly to start undoing her pants while you struggled to regain your balance and stand on your own feet, your drunken state making it challenging to maintain stability and composure.

"I think we need a little reminder of what happens when my girl gets a bit too out of hand." Kafka purred. Without further ado, she ripped your clothes apart and threw it to the ground. Without warning, Kafka spun you around to face the wall and pressed her body against yours from behind, you felt her erection rubbing against your ass. Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she held onto you for support. She reached down between your legs, teasingly tracing circles around your already throbbing clit.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard." Kafka growled, her voice deep and threatening. She reached up with one hand and roughly groped your breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you cry out in both pleasure and pain.

"You're such a dirty little slut." Kafka whispers into your ear, punctuating each word. She didn't give you a chance to catch your breath before she roughly pressed her cock against your entrance, forcing it inside in one swift motion. Kafka began pumping her hips right away, driving her cock deeper into you with each thrust, making you gasp for air.

"I'm sorry! I was too drun– mmph!" As you tried to explain, Kafka's fingers slid into your mouth, forcing it open, holding you in place as she thrust her fingers inside. Your eyes widened with shock and arousal as you felt her digit rubbing against the sensitive flesh of your throat.

Simultaneously, Kafka continued pounding her hips harder against your ass, driving her cock deeper into your soaking wet pussy. You cried out around her invading finger, muffled by the sheer force of the pleasure coursing through your body. The dual sensations were too much for you to handle, all you could do is hold onto the wall for support.

"What a whore..." Kafka's grip on your hips tightened as she picked up the pace, pounding her cock against your cervix with a ferocity that left you breathless. You moaned loudly, writhing in pleasure as wave after wave of intense sensations washed over you.

Without warning, Kafka grunted and let out a low growl before shuddering violently behind you. "Fuck..." she muttered as her massive erection throbbed inside you, sending warm spurts of cum deep into your womb. The feeling of being filled to overflowing was almost too much for you to bear; it was both exhilarating and terrifying at once.

Your body jerked uncontrollably as one last wave of orgasm hit you, causing every muscle to tense and release in perfect syncopation with Kafka's movements. With a final thrust that drove her deeper still, Kafka finally pulled out, leaving behind a thick trail of her seed within you.

You collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. "We're not done..." Kafka murmured, pulling you up off the floor by your hair. "Now get on your knees and show some appreciation for what I just did."

As you knelt before her, trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, Kafka reached into your mouth once more. This time, she guided her cock towards it, pressing the head against your lips. With a final thrust, Kafka's hips pushed forward, forcing her engorged member past your resistance until it filled your mouth completely.

"We have to clean that dirty mouth of yours, kissing those bitches without my permission... such a dirty girl you are." Kafka hissed while looking down at you while you gagged around her throbbing shaft, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as you tried desperately not to choke on her cock. All you could do was whimper pathetically in between moans of pleasure at this new sensation invading yet another orifice.

Kafka's hips pounded against your face, driving her cock deeper into your throat with each thrust. You gagged and choked as she continued to fill you up, unable to breathe or speak around the massive erection stuffing itself down your gullet.

"That's it.." Kafka growled, fingers digging into your skull to hold you in place. "Take every last drop."

As if on cue, Kafka let out a primal roar, bucking her hips forward one final time. Her hot seed exploded into your mouth, filling your throat and pouring down your chin as she emptied herself into you completely. Kafka held you there for what felt like an eternity before eventually pulling away with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Hm, look at that fucked out face of yours..." Kafka scoffed as she looked down at you.

You fell back onto the floor, eyes rolling back into your head as the world spun around you. Your body shook uncontrollably, both from exhaustion and an overwhelming sense of submission that left you weak at the knees.

"Do you think you've learned your lesson yet?" Kafka asked menacingly, her voice dripping with malice. "Because if not... well, I have plenty more where that came from." You shuddered involuntarily at the thought of what might happen next so you desperately nod your head, still unable to talk from the intense fucking your mouth experienced.

"I expect you to be a good girlfriend from now on, alright?" Kafka spoke with a smile, her demeanor appearing gentle once more as she lightly patted your head. However, there was an underlying tone that made it feel more like a warning than a request.

Without a word, Kafka scooped you up into her arms and carried you towards the bedroom. Your heart hammered against your chest as she walked confidently past the pool of cum left behind by your previous encounter with her.

Inside the room, Kafka gently laid you down on the soft mattress before laying beside you. She pulled the covers over the both of you, wrapping you up in her warm embrace. Despite everything that had just happened - or perhaps because of it - there was something undeniably comforting about being held close like this...