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neuvistar · 11 months

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Ass, tits or thighs for loucha and welt

You can choose other hsr men

Fluff of nsfw you pick

ASS, TITS OR THIGHS?

— featuring ┊ luocha, welt, jing yuan, blade, gepard x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊ a lil short i think?? uh not proofread, tiny bit of titplay, mentions of thigh fucking??, slight body worship me thinks, mentions of face sitting, use of nicknames, nothing extreme just suggestive of implied suggestive themes! || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊good question, let’s decide this once n for all ! hope u enjoyed this i had fun sm fun writing it tbh ++ i loved writing jing yuan’s part its so cute 2 me

LUOCHA lowkey seems like a thigh man, blud doesn’t care how big or how small he just wants you to crush him with your thighs. i mean come on i’m sure he probably likes the feeling of his hands trailing down your hips then to your thighs, giving them a nice squeeze while he’s at it. he seems like he’d enjoy times where you would thigh highs, thanking the aeons above for this lovely gift and beautiful sight. ++ when you do wear it jesus fuck his hands r always on your thighs, gently sliding two fingers in your black thigh highs you wore that day, pretty eyes gazing at yours to see your reaction.

maybe if he’s feeling a lil silly he’d slide his fingers inside you too, bonus points for that skull emoji idk man this goof just seems and LOOKS like a thigh man, i’m sure he’s a big fan of face sitting too since he’d love how your thighs cage around his head, holding them firmly as he eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. he just wants to get crushed by your thighs, i’m sure he’s someone that stays true to his word as well, “death by thighs is the way of a warrior” is what he believes. luocha just wants to savour the feeling of your thighs around his head, oh yeah his favourite place to kiss you is probably your thighs, surprise surprise!! that man has a huge thing for your thighs you don’t even know why, always complimenting you how beautiful they look too, you don’t mind though. but anyways, he loves kissing your thighs, such a sweetheart isn’t he?

WELT is expiring bruh one thrust n that fucker is already fading into thin air but itz ok cuz i like em expired (NAHH IM SO SORRY) but anyways he’s an ass man, i’m sure of it. that brunette loves ass more than you think, he’s a sucker for that fatty i know it, look me in the eyes n tell me he isn’t an ass man cuz he is n no one’s gonna convince me he’s not i don’t wanna hear it /j but back to business yeah he seems like an ass man, i think bro’s vv cool with it too like if you asked him “ass tits or thighs” he would give you a full description on why he prefers ass out of everyone of them, whenever you two make love i like to think that he prefers it if you take it from the back. why? well lemme tell you

he likes it whenever you take it from the back cuz he gets full view of your back and most importantly your ass, the way his hips snap against yours, hypnotized by the way your ass looks, giving it a lil squeeze too. oh yeah he’s probably the type to give ur ass little taps, like gentle ones but it isn’t perverted in anyway it’s just to get you moving, and maybe to also get a reaction out of you but yes no more explanation this manz is crazy for ass he would get hard at the sight of you in some tight clothing that makes your ass look nice wink wink. this goof probably snuck a lil glance at your ass when you were bending over one time, grabbing a pencil. let’s jus say, he got hard! cmon he just loves ass, he loves it sm bros probably fascinated over the jiggle physics of your ass or sumn cause gahhh dahum

JING YUAN i think he’d be vv sweet about these sort of things, he wouldn’t rlly separate things into things he liked or didn’t like, he loved everything about you. jing yuan would find you perfect in his eyes, he found you rather beautiful in every aspect, an alluring attraction he could not simply look away from, but he cared not for your body, for your beauty was the least of your features n it was everything else about you that he found the most attractive. beyond compare and without fault. but in all truthfulness, he loves titties stfu i’m not gonna argue with anyone else he’s a tit man and that’s final, it’s true it’s confirmed by me he’s apart of the tittie lover committee. but honestly, like i said he’d find every aspect of you beautiful (he’s a tit man trust he’s just in denial)

he would be so so sweet :( if u ever asked him what he liked abt u (ass tits n thighs yk) he would simply let out a deep sigh and kiss your forehead,

“why do you care so deeply about my opinion on your body?" jing yuan asked softly with a soft shake of his head. "does my opinion mean that much to you? i think you are a rather beautiful woman. that’s all, nothing more, nothing less. i do not look at you like a prize or a toy, my dove, for you mean more to me than your appearance. but since you are so concerned, i will say it. you are extremely beautiful in my eyes, i love everything about you. every part of your body, your facial features, your personality, everything. there’s nothing i can pin point, because i love everything about you, beautiful.” (he still loves ur tits though)

BLADE is indecisive with this sort of thing me thinks.. he’d choose all three but if you ask him why he did, honestly he’d pull up some shit like “because i desire them all and i get what i desire” or sum shit like that, he’s just a lil indecisive guys. but jokes aside, he would prefer your tits. he’s probably a tit man in my eyes! there’s just something about your titties that makes him stop and think about the decisions he made in life. the first time you guys got busy (if you know what i mean) blud would get all red for the first time asking if he could touch your breasts, and that special day.. he fell in love with the feeling of his hands engulfing your tits, the softness of your flesh was intoxicating to him almost.

he probably doesn’t care about size either, he just loves how his large hands engulf your tits as a whole, he loves the little whimpers you let out when he plays with your hardened nipples, twisting it gently as he feels your body jolt against his, pressing himself even closer against you. blade loves you and your body, he just can’t get enough of you because you’re so beautiful to him, he’s one lucky man to have someone like you. he’s probably into titfucking too, the thought of it makes me curl my toes tbh. he probably slides his dick in between the softness of your breasts, a moaning mess as he threw his head back, enjoying the feeling of your boobs around his cock. bonus points if he came on your tits afterwards, he fell more and more in love with you and your titties. he would probably cum on your tits like 99% of the time whenever you guys would have sex, you would scold him sometimes but cmon he can’t help it. he loves how pretty your tits look covered with his cum.

GEPARD last but not least the babygirl ever, most the babygirl of the babygirls, he would probably prefer ass ++ thighs over anything else. he tries to push these kind of thoughts away but he knows he can’t escape them when you’re right there all dolled up and pretty for him. gepard would blush seeing you in a short skirt, bonus points if you wore thigh highs or black tights along with it. i like to think tgat he would feel ashamed of himself for thinking such things about you, taking a quick glance of your thighs whenever you both use the stairs, seeing how your skirt would move a bit. jesus he didn’t even know you had allat back there, but you did. bless your parents. but honestly i don’t think he’d care about the size either, he just loves how soft they feel against his palm, huge fan of you taking it from the back too.

gepard is probably into thigh fucking too, grabbing your thighs and ripping your black tights, positioning himself in between them as he slides himself between the heat of your inner thighs, his dick also rubbing against your pussy too more bonus points for that. he would savour and take in the feeling of your thighs against his cock, loving how warm you felt around him. he’s such a huge sucker for that fattie n huge sucker for them neck crushers, if you sat on his face and broke his neck he would probably blame himself for being too weak to handle you like he should, speaking of that he loves it whenever you sat on his face, like i said no matter the side he’s diving into that pussy like it’s the pacific ocean, he doesn’t give two fucks if you’re too heavy your pussy is the ocean he’s gonna dive in 2nite (he’s practically asking u to break his neck atp skull emoji)

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bleubrri · 1 year

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۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ɪᴛ’s ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ! — ᴊᴇᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༄ؘ ˑ contains: best friends → lovers , mutual pining , costumes errywhere , dry humping , m!oral , jean whining n whimpering hehe , reader bein kinda bossy >:7 , black coded!fem!reader , vaginal sex , creampie [ maybe more idk bro it’s 3am @_@ ]

༄ؘ ˑ wc: SIGH 4k :/

༄ؘ ˑ a/n: this is for the if you really think that you can stomach me collab by the light of my life @strawberrystepmom !! i wanted to post it in october but i’m useless so forgive me T^T lil talk about protection in there—communication is sexc!! also pls use condoms + practice safe sex xoxo

"these are all awful." you whine, sitting against jeans headboard and scrolling through his 'costume ideas' pinterest board.

he’s got his head underneath the desk, trying to fish out the mario kart disc thats fallen down the back, so his response is muffled. "they’re the most popular ones from the last decade!"

"jean, i am not wearing any of these."

he shuffles back out, dust covered disc in hand and pouting down at you. "there isn't one that you like?"

"not remotely."

"you’re being picky." he says, slotting the disc into the console and tossing you the player 1 controller.

"i’m being honest." you mutter, scrolling past a particularly awful rendition of a cops & robbers costume. he flops onto the bed and rests his head on your shoulder, peeking at the screen.

"y'know I worked really hard cultivating this. hours of research and painstaking decisi—hey!" his head knocks against the headboard when you yank yourself from under his weight.

"you're so annoying.." you mutter, navigating the homescreen and selecting grand prix. the character and course selection are accompanied with jeans babbling (we’ve gotta pick a good one—the standards are high! maybe i should just pick and force a decision on you—) that earns him unconvinced grunts and looks of skepticism.

the subject gets temporarily lost in the chaos that naturally ensues when jean selects rainbow road, 3 minutes of screaming and curses and shuffling onto your knees to get a better vantage point. it isn’t until the final lap when your item box is shuffling that you pipe up, “i guess we don’t have to do something matching..”

jean almost veers off of the track.

he frowns, glancing at your profile as he tries to maintain his first place spot. “…what?” he says. you’ve always dressed up together. since you were kids halloween had been your guys’ favourite holiday, and yet here you were suggesting that you break a years long (albeit unofficial) october tradition.

“i mean we could just go as separate things? if that makes it easier.” and it seems like appropriate timing when you unleash a blue shell and obliterate jeans universe.

you’re glowing, shrieking in triumph as you pass the finish line and leave jean in the dust. he watches your characters parade around the winners podium with a clenched jaw and sinking feeling.

“sure.” he agrees, tight lipped smile making you pause. you didn’t really expect him to agree—you’d only suggested it in case he had a particular costume that he was set on wearing. jean had always been the one to pick your costumes, you just went along with it, and always ending up looking decent so you couldn’t complain. he was always more into the whole idea of dressing up anyway. but you hadn’t really anticipated him ditching your thing in order to.. what, impress some new college friends?

you blink at him, a protest like the cork of a wine bottle, stuck in your throat and threatening to choke you. “cool.” you manage, “just.. let me know what you’re going as, yeah?”

“tryna scope out the competition?”

you give him a good natured shove, rolling your eyes as a smile fights it’s way across your face.

something like that, you think.

this was a bad fucking idea.

as the rhythmic percussion from the speakers gets close enough to rattle your bones, it starts to set in that jean was right. people have taken their costumes really fucking seriously. there are a few token stragglers: eren, in a hoodie and a purge mask and a short, raven haired senior with faux fangs and devil horns. but for the most part all you can see is elaborate sfx gore, girls in animal ears and enough fabric to border on public indecency. and everyone looks great.

you feel pathetic, turning up in a matching costume unbeknownst to your best friend. what if he’s mad? you’d gone from feeling somewhat pretty to utterly mortified in the span of a tacky monster mash-grime remix. your internal debate of whether to bolt back down the road and uber home is interrupted by connie (gruesomely accurate stitches and foam kitchen knife complementing his chucky outfit) who tackles you in a bear hug that reeks of tequila.

“y’look great!” he slurs, clinging to you for so long that he starts swaying.

stifling a laugh, you detach from him and start guiding him back inside. “thanks con, you too.” you shout over the music.

after successfully delivering connie to mikasa (in a very expensive looking black swan costume) you start to navigate the crowd in an attempt to find something to drink.

jean had been developing a steady buzz in the hour or so that he’d been here. he wasn’t having fun. you’d rejected his offer of a ride and for some reason it had given him the urge to drink his blood volume in vodka cokes. he’d made pretty good headway so far, drowning out the compliments on his frankenstein costume with deep gulps from his glass. it felt weird, not having your complimentary figure beside him to admire all night.

somewhere between the fourth beer and third shot of rum he decided that he was mad at you. but it had dissipated pretty quickly—he was refilling his glass when he caught a glimpse of you.

connie was half-slung over your shoulder (gripping you awfully tight and saying something into your ear that has jeans teeth grinding together) but he could still clearly see the monikers of your costume. white streaks in your hair. blackened stitches along your jaw that mirror his own. jean feels the air get punched from his lungs when his eyes scan over your dress. the sheer, pale fabric practically glowing in the dim lighting. there’s a white corset that hugs your waist and follows the curve of your hips that jean can’t seem to tear his gaze from. the whole ensemble.. it’s hauntingly beautiful. you’re beautiful.

jean swallows down a forbidden feeling that claws at his ribcage, tears at the flesh of his throat in its frenzied attempt to escape.

he bolts down the hall to connie’s room, shouldering past vague acquaintances and slipping into his friends bathroom. the white knuckle grip that he has on the sink isn’t doing much to help ground him. his heart hammering in his chest and his head spinning unfortunately isn’t entirely the alcohols fault. scooping some cold water into his cupped hand, jean gulps it down and tries to cool the heat painting his cheeks and swirling in his gut.

bride of fucking frankenstein. is that why you’d asked what he was dressing up as? he groans, pressing the chilled tips of his fingers into his temple, mindful of the black face-paint stitches adorning his forehead. jean has spent almost 2 decades carefully steering you towards costumes that were safe—cute and perfect for the best of friends. jean has long since had his grand epiphany, long since resigned himself to keeping it all to himself, long since mourned the loss of what might have been. but he cannot risk a lifelong friendship with you on a gamble of ifs and maybes. so he straightens his jacket, plasters on his brightest smile and heads straight for you.

“well well well.” he drawls, coming up behind you as you’re mixing a drink. the sound of his voice has you sucking in a breath and turning to him with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“couldn’t help yourself, huh? guess you’re just obsessed with me.”

you grin, glad that he seems like the jean you know and love. “please, this was a last minute ditch effort.” you shoot back, “i just couldn’t find anything else that looked okay!”

“ohh of course. forgive my wildly inaccurate assumption then.”

you chuckle, handing him a drink as you pour yourself another. “seriously though, dyou hate it?”

jean frowns over the rim of his cup, taking in your doe eyes and vulnerable expression that point to you being serious. “hate it? what would i hate it?”

“i don’t know.. you wanted to dress up alone this year so.. i thought you might be disappointed.” he stares at you blankly, cup hovering away from his lips. he’s got such pretty lips, you’ve always thought so. it would be.. weird to tell him that, right? though it’s probably weird how hard you’re staring at them right now and—oh god you’re staring.

“you wanted to dress up alone!” he says, confused.

“wh—i didn’t! i suggested it for you but.. i love our couples costumes.” you give him that shy smile that he adores and jean feels his insides turn to jelly. you have to know what you’re doing. you’ve baited him—hook, line and sinker and like the lovesick little guppy that he is he’s latched on and being stripped of oxygen.

“couples costumes?” he breaths.

“yeah i mean, we’re kind of like a couple.” you shrug, and jean almost faints. “we do everything together.” oh god, you need to shut the fuck up before you ruin everything. before he calls you out for overstepping and—

a whirlwind of colour that takes the form of sasha in a willy wonka costume (complete with crumpled wrappers spilling from her pockets) is suddenly ushering you both towards your group of friends before jean can respond and you can apologise. she pushes you down into the circle that’s forming, empty bottle of corona sitting menacingly in the centre.

jean groans, running a hand through his hair in a way that you can’t look at for too long or you might do something you’ll regret.

“what’re we? 16?” sasha just sticks her tongue out and slots down between macro and an on-the-verge-of-passing-out connie.

the games a hybrid—spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven, with people bending over the circle for a peck on the lips while the current 2 victims occupy the storage closet at the end of the hall. you find your eyes are focused on the fascinating items on the shopping list stuck to the fridge as jean locks lips with a pretty little blonde girl—hitch, you’re pretty sure. you don’t notice the glares that your best friend sporadically shoots in reiners direction when the bulky blonde kisses you for a little longer than necessary, earning whoops and cheers from your giddy friends. when the flick of erens wrist dictates that you and jean are next for the closet, the whole group groans.

“what?” floch says, clearly confused as to your apparent reputation.

“these are the worst.” mikasa deadpans, earning a playful shove from you.

“we are not!”

“what, they fuck super loud or something?” floch asks. jeans cheeks are reddening at the implication.

“hardly.” connie mumbles, suddenly following the conversation. “last time they were in there forever, found ‘em passed out after watchin’ a movie on his phone.”

you smile, pushing yourself up and extending a hand to jean. “i’m thinking insidious 2? maybe the conjuring?”

“stop. you know hocus pocus is more my speed.” he matches your smirk and laces your hands together, your friends’ booing accompanying you down the hall as you make your way to the closet.

you’re both settled on the floor, backs against the shelves and scrolling through jeans phone to find a movie. it’s dark, the only light coming from the small screen, but he can still see the outline of your figure in his peripherals, pressed up against him with your head on his shoulder, where it belongs.

“hey.” he finds himself blurting out. it’s the familiarity, the closeness that’s loosening his lips and making his iron resolve crumble.

“hey.” you smile up at him, and as he skims over your face, long lashes swept with mascara, pointed brows and lips sculpted with a dark crimson that almost looks black, jean has the startling urge to confess that he’s hopelessly, desperately in love with you.

“did you mean it? before..”

“what?”

“that we’re like a couple.” he presses.

“oh, i—” theres an apology on the tip of your tongue that somehow morphs under the intensity of his gaze, warm eyes piercing even in the low light. “i mean, we are, aren’t we? strangers always think we’re together. we’re just not, ah.. intimate like a couple.”

jeans ears are ringing. what might have been is beginning to look like what could be, what’s right at his fingertips.

“do you want to be?” it’s barely a whisper, his face so close to yours that when he swipes over his lips you can feel the heat from his tongue. your gaze flickers down, glued to his lips, and without a second thought you find yourself nodding.

“are you sure?” this time, he’s so close that you can feel the syllables against your lips.

“kiss me.”

and jean does not need to be told twice.

it’s a chaste thing, a sweet thing. just skin against skin. you both share a sigh against eachother and it’s filled with so much relief, so much longing that it’s only natural for his hands to make their way to your cheeks, coaxing your head back as his tongue starts to lick into your mouth.

wet smacking and heavy breaths are fogging the space of the closet as your hands curl around his wrists. jeans hands cup your jaw, a breathy chuckle bubbling up when he rests his forehead against yours. it’s so infectious that you find yourself giggling along with him, mirroring the shapes he traces into you on his pulsepoints.

“you have no idea.” jean finds himself mumbling between slow savours of your lips. “god, you drive me crazy.” and you do. he thinks he can feel his fucking brain chemistry altering with every brush of your tongue against his own.

it’s becoming harder and harder to ignore the desire pooling between your legs at the feeling of your best friend cradling your face like you’re made of glass and kissing you until you’re dizzy. your limbs feel phantom as you slowly push him against the shelves, your thighs finding purchase surrounding his long legs and hands slipping into his hair. his phone is still on somewhere, cool-blue light casting shadows over your figure. even straddling him, you’re only marginally taller, but jean loves it, your pretty face there for him to behold and your tits squished against the confines of your corset at the perfect level to latch onto. your cleavage being on display is more of an obvious byproduct of having breasts as apposed to a purposeful attempt at being alluring, but jean thanks whatever deity is looking over him and happily sucks a trail of bruises into the soft skin before him. he can feel your breathing increasing with every graze of his teeth, every violet mark etched into your skin. and when he delivers a particularly harsh nip, your thighs clenching around him and your grip on his nape tightening, jean thinks he has to be ascending.

the tent in his pants is considerable, poking into your core even through the whispy layers of your dress. large hands have settled on your waist when you start to rock in his lap, a sputtering groan spilling into your chest as his dick twitches in anticipation.

“fuck, jean—i need you.”

he’s frantic, bunching up your dress to expose your bare thighs and dampened panties. he perches you over his dick, stifling a moan from the pulsing heat of your cunt radiating against his bulge. the movements of your hips are aided by warm hands settled on them, grinding you against his cock as you gasp and moan at the friction. he almost whines in response, fingertips digging into your soft flesh. “don’t—oh shit—don’t have a condom.”

he can’t form a sentence, let alone a coherent thought. but like the angel that you are, you do it for him, tug his face back from where it’s buried in your neck, smiling fondly at his lidded eyes and parted lips. “i mean, i’m clean. and.. on birth control.” you whisper, as if he wasn’t nursing you day and night after your IUD appointment. tucking a strand of hair behind the reddened tip of his ear, you press your lips to the stubble that peppers his jaw. it’s rough, mildly grating in a way that brings heat to the surface of your skin and has you wondering how it would feel against your inner thighs. “and i trust you.” you smile.

a confession is dangerously close to bursting from his chest. jean might as well just plunge a fist through flesh and bone, part his ribcage and present his beating heart to you. he would do it, if you asked.

“fuck, are you sure?” he’s blindly scrambling for his phone. “i—i’m clean and everything but are you sure?” and suddenly the screen is being lit up in front of you with goddamn test results. you laugh, because it’s so sweet and so jean—giving you peace of mind despite your assurances, checking in on you again and again because he cares. you pull up your own recent results and present it to him, his eyes barely flicking over it before his gaze is relocked with yours. you chuck your phone to the side, palming his bulge in languid strokes with your free hand and shuffling down the length of his legs. “never been more sure of anything.”

jeans so hopped up on endorphins, on the taste of you and the arousal searing his skin that he hardly notices you flicking the clasp of his belt buckle. he’s shook from his stupor when he feels the cool air hit his dick, tip shiny with so much precum that its started to drip down to his balls. you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the slight curve of his shaft, the bulbous head and mushroom tip, the length of it has your eyes wide and mouth pooling with saliva. you delight in the way his cock twitches and he shivers when you blow against his wet slit. and when you wrap a hand at his base, immediately pumping him with slickened strokes, he reels, arching into your touch and slamming a hand over his mouth to muffle his groans.

oh god, oh god you’re gonna ruin him, thumbing his slit and squeezing his cockhead until he’s leaking into your hand and planning your honeymoon. pink darts from between your teeth and you press the flat of your tongue against him, salty liquid bursting across your tastebuds that has you humming and taking the tip of his dick into the wet heat of your mouth. jeans nails are digging bloody crescents into the skin of his palm as he tries to hold back the sounds of his pleasure, but when you suckle on his slit and swirl your fucking tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock, jean feels his balls tighten and flames ignite under his skin.

“shit—shitshitshit wait!” and you’re pulling off of him with a lewd pop and a ditzy smile. there’s a string of saliva and pre that tethers him to your lips and jean doesn’t think you’ve ever looked so beautiful.

“god you’re so..” jeans panting, scouring his lust-dipped brain for a word that does you justice. his reaction has you preening, dragging down your panties and pecking his lips with a grin. “so’re you.”

your thighs return to their place around his hips, the bare heat of your sexes mingling when you press your clit into the underside of his shaft from its place against his stomach. jeans hands are guiding your mouth to reconnect with his, desire clawing at his chest. “let me taste you.” he breaths.

your pussy flutters at his request, baritone syllables making more slick ooze from your slit. “as much as i would love that,” you link your hands around his broad shoulders, pressing your weight into your knees to position his cock over your dripping entrance. you can see the beginnings of a protest shaping his pretty lips that you’re quick to silence, “i want you to cum.” and when his dick is enveloped with hot, wet softness, jean can’t do anything but gasp.

while the tightness of your cunt is threatening to milk him dry, he knows this can’t exactly be comfortable for you, the wetness of your shared arousal doing little to compensate for the lack of prep. gentle rolls of his hips accompany soft words and presses of his lips to the trail of bruises along your chest. “shh, you’re okay. it’s just me, just focus on me.”

slippery circles are pressed into your clit that have you relaxing under his touch and clenching around his cock simultaneously. “look how good you’re doing, baby.” he whipers, your hazy eyes blinking down to where you’re connected. you haven’t taken all of him, though he doesn’t seem to mind, his thrusts picking up and settling into a pace that has your toes curling. one of your hands slips from around his neck in a stubborn blur. he has to cum first. jean does more for you than he probably realises, doting on you like the angel that he is. they’ll be time for more later. but he has to have the first. your fingers trail the soft skin of his sac, nails grazing the cropped hair at his base that has him shuddering beneath you. you can almost feel his load churning under your touch when you roll the heavy weight of his balls between your fingertips.

electricity is sparking between you—it’s under your skin and in your gut and tethering the beating muscles in your chests.

“i—have wanted you—” his words are choked, impending orgasm a breath away, “—for so fucking long. i fucking—i love you. i’m so fucking in love with you.” his confession comes as he does, searing heat from his release coating your insides and splashing through the depths of your cunt. your foreheads are pressed together as you gasp and whisper against his lips, jeans hips fucking his load into you as he helps you chase your own high.

“i love you. always have.” it’s a little slurred, a little breathy. but when jean feels your pussy squeezing him in a vice, slick sounds of arousal bouncing off of the dark walls of the closet, he doesn’t think it could be any more fucking perfect.

reiner has his tongue shoved down bertls throat when you both emerge, blinking at the harsh light. the group doesn’t even give you a second look, at first. when reiner pulls back, leaving the brunet with pink cheeks and wide eyes, jean is the one to clear his throat and direct their attention to your disheveled figures.

“we’re, uh, we’re gonna head out.”

your hands are intertwined. which isn’t a foreign feeling at all, though his cum dripping down your thighs is certainly new.

“no fucking way.” connie seems to have sobered up exponentially, eyeing your mess of hickeys, wrinkled clothes and jeans wild hair.

“i’ll be damned.” erens smirking with his brows raised as you manoeuvre the little crowd and head for the door. throwing a quick wave over your shoulder, you flash a sheepish smile to your friends, stumbling out a goodbye as jean tugs you out the door.

“uh, happy halloween guys!”

as soon as the door slams jeans pulling you in for a kiss. his lips are quickly becoming your favourite thing so you are not complaining, looping your arms round his waist to pull him further into your orbit.

“so.” you muse, “what’re we now? like.. fuck buddies?” you joke.

jean thinks on it, dramatically squinting his eyes and humming in thought. “i’d prefer the term smash bros.”

the look of disgust that colours your face as you shove him away and head down the street has laughter bubbling in his chest and his hands pulling you flush against his chest.

“you’re so stupid.” you pout, barely masking your adorable smile. “can’t believe i slept with you. can’t believe im in love with you.” you’re teasing him, taking his lips for yourself and giggling against him. but if he’s being completely honest with himself, jean can’t fucking believe it either.

#: @luvkun4 @sheluvzeren @oxygenstarrved @wh0reforlevi

#jean x reader #jean x reader smut #jean x black reader #jean smut #jean kirstein x reader smut #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein x reader #aot x black reader #aot x reader smut #aot x reader #aot smut #aot x you #aot x y/n #iyrtycsm collab #jean x you #jean x y/n

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tddyhyck · 5 days

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how would dreamies react to the reader asking them to sub for the first time in the bedroom?

i’m so glad u asked 🤭🤭

i think mark would be a lil nervous bc you’ve never fully delved into dom/sub dynamics but he’s like ill do whatever u want 🥺 and he would end up loving it ,,, much to his chagrin,, i think he often feels overwhelmed and has so much on his plate that when he finally lets go and gets to be head empty it would be such a relaxing release,,, idk if that makes sense but yes

renjun either takes way too much or way too little convincing,, but once he agrees he would love it ,,, i don’t think he’s one who would be embarrassed or feel like it’s “gayyyy” to be submissive (u know how some men think it’s girly LAME ALERT) anyways he would be such a cute sub,,, i feel like he would secretly enjoy blindfolds the not knowing what’s next would just turn him on

ok jeno would be so annoying like he agrees to please you but in his head he’s like “they think they’re dominating me haha jokes on them” so he would go along but eventually fight for dominance and end up dominating you ,,, it would take like 5 sessions before he fully goes into any sort of sub space but once he did he would get the hype

you would dom hyuck like the second time you fuck let’s be honest ,,, baby loves dominating forces and if you say something a certain way to him he would whimper and fall to his knees..,, i can see him being a service top but like the whiniest,,, like he gets off pleasing his partner but also when his partner is mean to him

jaemin would probably mention it before you do imo i think he’s a full switch (him and hyuck) like he loves both aspects of dom/sub dynamics and is hyping you up more than anything,, he just wants to see you take control and edge him while you praise him 🤭

chenle shuts that shit down ,,, imo he’s a true 100% dom like if he took the bdsm test he’d score a 99 or something,,, but he would laugh in your face and then dom you lol ,,, i love him 🥺,,, but i think he also wants to make you happy so he would pretend for you but maybe in the back of his head he’s like they look so hot when they think they’re in control 🥺

lil baby jisung i think he’s curious and would be so down to try something with someone he trusts,, so if you suggest it he’s like name a time and location babes ,, i can see him doing “research” before lol i think he would be so into it to like it’s so overwhelming for him and seeing you tell him what to do would send him over the edge

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arabellavernierwrites · 10 months

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hiiii i love your work so far and you have such an easy to read and chill writing style i love itttt

idk how to do requests lol but ok:

would you do a super fluffy spencer reid x reader during season 5 when he’d been shot in the knee (or maybe he’s injured in another way i don’t mind) but he’s having trouble showering bc it hurts and it’s difficult and the reader basically washes his hair for him? and idk if you want to extend it maybe they could cuddle up and watch a movie or something? idk i thought it was cute hehe

nothing nsfw just a lil angst and mostly fluff

thank you so much !! :)

wash day. s.r.

summary : after being shot in the knee , spencer had been struggling to take a shower. in a moment of desperation , he lets you help him.

word count : 1669

warnings : mentions of injury , mentions of pain , mentions of fighting unconsciousness , descriptions of self-loathing , suggestions to nudity (bath)

a/n : hi guys ! thank you so much for sending in another request , it really brightens my day knowing you guys want to read my writing , and like it enough to want to send requests ! so thank you for being so good to me and offering so much kindness. i want to thank @c-m-stuff for being supportive of literally everything i post , so go celebrate maya’s 100 followers for mood boards , promoting your own fics , and headcannons (ends july 10) ! and thank you so much to @kaitlynpcallmebeepme for sending me such sweet and encouraging words the other day , she has so much amazing works that you have to check out. i cannot thank you all enough for being so wonderful to me. my requests are still open , so please send more ! and thank you to all that send requests in ! hope you have an amazing incredible wonderful day. love you guys !

you returned from work to a fairly quiet household. not much of your usual setting was disrupted, aside from a few of spencer’s things lying around.

a few weeks ago, he had been shot in the knee, causing him to hang around at home a lot more than he typically would. partially because hotch told him off every time he spent even 5 minutes exerting more energy than he needed, and partially because he loved spending every second with you. even though it was something you were sure he wouldn’t ever admit, his heart swelled every time you looked after him.

aside from a few misplaced items, spencer was nowhere to be found. a cause for concern, you decided to check the bedroom to see if he had hit the hay early that day, only to be met with an empty bed.

you jumped as a loud clatter of metal rang out in the bathroom behind you, “spencer? are you alright, sweetheart?”

the shower timidly turned on, the water pattering off the tile below, muffling the sound of his voice, “i’m alright”.

spencer didn’t often lie, he didn’t have to. he knew that whatever fib he told wouldn’t stand a chance against his truthful tone. which is why you knew he wasn’t alright.

“can i come in?” you asked sweetly, placing your hand on the door knob.

“of course,” he muttered quietly, defeat evident in his voice.

you opened the bathroom door to spencer seated on the edge of the tub, his crutches fallen to the ground, his shirt drenched, and his hair partially wet. he looked up at you through his lashes, a hint of sadness and a plea for help swirled within his gaze.

“what happened?” you asked, sincerely, taking a seat next to him.

his lower lip threatened to quiver as his head turned to the floor, embarrassment not allowing him to meet your eyes, “i feel gross”.

you rubbed a hand up and down his back, the wet fabric clinging to his skin, “what do you mean?”

“my hair feels gross, my body feels gross,” he shook his head softly, “i just wanted to shower. but i can’t”.

“it’s difficult with the leg, isn’t it?” you questioned, he nodded his head.

“i tried earlier when you were at work, but this happened,” he pushed his hair off of his forehead, showing a small, red welt near his temple, “the movement is painful too”.

“my sweet thing,” you tutted, “did you clean it?”

he shook his head, the shame and frustration of not being able to care for himself returning. insecurity building with each day of failed attempts at getting clean. feeling uncomfortable, gross, and unattractive made his mind hazy with self-repulsion.

“it just hurts,” he whispered, “it’s too painful to do by myself”.

he thought back to the first time he tried to shower on his own. he bumped his knee while trying to take his clothes off. the pain was so excruciating he spent several minutes fighting unconsciousness, gripping the bathroom countertop to keep himself from collapsing on the floor, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he breathed deeply. he spent the rest of the day in bed, his head buried into the pillow, desperate to dull the ache that seemed to consume his entire body.

“well, i’ll help,” you stood, turning to face spencer, “let’s get you a nice bath”.

you reached out, assisting him in getting up from the bathtub to sit on the lid of the toilet seat.

“is it alright if i undress you?” you asked, holding onto the bottom of his sopping shirt. he nodded, allowing you to take full control.

you gently peeled his shirt over his head, tossing it into the laundry basket next to you. his shoulders were hunched over, clearly experiencing some discomfort with being shirtless when he felt so self-conscious about his current, un-showered state.

you knelt down in front of him, helping unclip and remove the mechanical brace that had been keeping his leg at a slight angle. it was placed on the bathroom counter as you took your time removing all of his remaining clothing, needing to maneuver a few times to rid him of his pants and undergarments.

despite being as careful as possible, he was full of whines, groans, and pained whimpers.

“i need a second,” he quietly panted, discomfort firing off throughout his body.

when he was ready, you braced each other’s arms, taking your time as he struggled with his balance getting into the bath. wobbling, nervous, and gripping you tightly, spencer had finally been able to get in there for the first time in days.

“look at you,” you cheered, celebrating his victory as he failed to hide a smile, “i’m gonna have your back face the faucet”.

he grimaced as you helped lower him to sit in the tub, his pain evident in the white-knuckled grip he had on your hands.

“i’ll be back in just a second, okay?” you hurried into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet, and a small towel from the hall closet.

you placed the cloth over his bandaged knee, being as cautious as you could to not touch it, “i don’t want this to get wet”.

spencer looked up at you with appreciation for your kind heart. his sweet brown eyes with his long lashes, you couldn’t help yourself from leaning in for a kiss.

“i love your hair,” you smiled, filling the cup with water from the running faucet behind spencer, “you have the softest boy hair ever”.

spencer chuckled, “what does that mean?”

you leaned him back slightly, pouring the contents of cup on his head, angling it to not get any water in his eyes, “i feel like guys always have really coarse hair. sure, it might be healthy, but it isn’t soft like girl hair”.

“you have much experience with guy hair?” he asked, humor evident in his tone.

“not necessarily,” you squeezed yourself a handful of shampoo, “girl hair on the other hand”.

spencer laughed, for the first time in days it wasn’t feigned or forced, “i know. you can’t keep your hands off penelope, emily, or jj when they visit”.

“part of girlhood, i guess,” you shrugged, “we spend our recesses in elementary school braiding each other’s hair, help each other curl our hair for middle school dances, and eventually completely fry it together in high school”.

“the only two people that touched my hair before you were my mom and that one guy at supercuts,” spencer closed his eyes as you emulsified the shampoo at his roots, massaging in the frothy suds.

“i kinda miss the elevated bowl cut,” you teased.

spencer groaned, trying hard not to roll his eyes, “i don’t”.

you rinsed his head clean of the soap.

“when you used to gel it back for work? super hot,” you reached for your pricey conditioner, an expense you liked treating yourself to every once in a while.

“when we watched all of those black and white films together,” he reminisced, “that was my homage to gregory peck. or at least my attempt at it”.

“it was cute,” you nodded, “i really liked the glasses with it too”.

you rubbed the conditioner together in your hands, fingering through his long locks to free them from any knots that may have tangled themselves together from the shampoo.

his body relaxed itself, no longer so tense from the awkwardness of trying to get into the bathtub.

you appreciated this moment of silence. just you and the man you love more than anything. something as simple as washing his hair being the highlight of your day, solely because it’s time spent with him. a simple conversation between the two of you enough to make your heart swell the way it did when you first met.

“we’re almost done,” you rinsed the remaining conditioner from his ends.

as the last cup of water rid his hair of any product, you prepared yourself to help him up.

“we did it!” you cheered squeezing out any excess water from his dripping hair.

the thought of getting him back on the floor safely was daunting. it was difficult before, but now everything was sopping too.

you were slow and careful, assisting him in getting back on his feet. you gripped him harder than necessary, worried he was gonna come crashing to the ground and split his knee back open. your brows furrowed in concentration, both of his feet coming to rest on the bath mat.

you grabbed a towel from the rack as he caught his breath, unable to hide the pain from his face.

gently, you dried him off, wrapping the cloth around his waist as you ordered him to sit back down on the lid of the toilet seat. he panted in victory, his first shower in nearly a week had been completed successfully, all thanks to you.

“you did a great job,” you grabbed the other towel, draping it over his head.

placing both hands down, you rubbed in circles. drying his hair fairly quickly, you tossed the towel off to this side, landing in a crumpled bunch at the bottom of the laundry basket.

spencer smiled up at you through the hair that hung in front of his face, “thank you”.

“of course,” you swept it out of his eyes, “let’s get you into some comfy clothes”.

as spencer sat on the edge of the bed in his plaid pants, you were planted cross-legged behind him, hair brush in hand. you took your time, tender strokes through his nearly shoulder-length hair. brushing and brushing again, he progressively slumped over, tiredness trying to take over.

“how about we call it a night?” you asked, turning him to lay down next to you.

“okay,” he answered quietly, pulling you into his arms as you turned off the bedside lamp, “thank you for your help today”.

you grinned, giving him a quick kiss, “anything for you”.

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jupitercomet · 5 months

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I hope getting the biters goes well!!! Anyway, as much as I love boxer Bradley (don’t tell them but he’s my fav), SURFER BRADLEY!!

Surfer bradley and reader (I’ve decided Sharky or Atlantis would be good nicknames.. idk) going to the Aquarium and tellling eachother fun facts about the different marine animals, and eventually they start having a very competitive challenge to see who can say the coolest marine animal facts, and they get mayhaps a bit hot and heavy 💔 NOT IN PUBLIC JUST LIKE… maybe in Bradley’s car (Jake’s car?)

thank you! I'm a lil nervous but I think it'll go okay. and I already had the name bubbles picked out for her so I hope that's okay :) anyway enjoy!

Bradley night

“Did you know there’s over 2000 different species of starfish?” Bradley points at the tank in front of you, drawing your attention to the rusty orange starfish sticking to one of the rock-like decorations.

You glance at it. “I do. And that’s a common starfish, by the way. They can live for 35 years.”

“Wha—” Bradley trails after you as you move onto the next exhibit. “You’re supposed to be impressed that I know that.”

“Why would I be impressed that you know basic knowledge?”

Bradley squawks in offense. “That’s not basic knowledge— Jake, tell her that’s not basic knowledge!”

The blond who had, up until this point, been talking quietly with his girlfriend rolls his eyes. From what you understand, the two of them make frequent trips to the aquarium that Bradley usually tags along for—though you can’t tell if he’s actually invited or not. It was your day off and you didn’t have any classes so Bradley suggested that you come along too, to witness the aquarium as a “civilian”.

“Leave me out of your weird foreplay, Bradshaw,” Jake glares at his friend.

Jake’s girlfriend Nemo—you’ve learned not to ask—giggles quietly when Bradley throws the finger up in response. “It’s not foreplay!” He protests. “And don’t act like you knew how many species of starfish there are.”

“I did!” Nemo raises her hand quickly and it’s almost adorable how Jake’s features melt at the sound of her voice.

Still, you turn to Bradley with a smug look. “See?”

“That’s different,” Bradley argues.

“How?” When Bradley doesn’t respond, you jut your chin up proudly, continuing through the aquarium to look at the next tank of fish.

From behind you, you hear Bradley whisper harshly. “You’re supposed to be my wing-woman, Mo!”

“I do not know what that means.”

You hold back a laugh, reigning in your features when Bradley makes his way back over to you. He throws his arm over your shoulder, to which you make a noise of protest but no actual attempt to get out from under his bicep. He points at the jellyfish in front of you, pulling you closer to his side when a young child rushes over to check out the jellyfish as well.

“Did you know that seeing jellyfish in groups like this is actually pretty rare in the wild? It only really happens if they’re following the same food source or traveling in the same water current.”

“Okay,” you hum. “That’s more impressive that you know that than the starfish thing.”

“See? I told you I’m a smart guy, bubbles. I’ll blow your fucking mind with how much I know about the ocean.” Bradley puffs his chest out proudly.

You have to admit, it’s a little strange how many facts he’s been dropping throughout your trip to the aquarium. It’s not that you think Bradley is stupid, far from it, but his obsession with sharks seemed to end at sharks and you didn’t really expect him to know much more about other sea life. But this entire day he’s been spitting out facts at you and then looking at you expectantly.

You let your gaze fall from the jellyfish exhibit and Bradley’s hand hanging off your shoulder catches your eye. Your brows furrow when you realize it’s covered in blue streaks and without thinking you grab his hand with your own to get a closer look.

“Hey—” Bradley tries to pull his hand away, but you don’t let him as you read the words scribbled on his skin. “Look, this isn’t—”

You look back up at him finally. “You wrote marine biology facts on your hand so you could impress me?”

“Well, I mean—” Bradley scratches the back of his neck with his other hand. “When you put it like that—” The words die on his tongue when you suddenly release his hand in favor of grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him down to your face.

“You’re gonna take me home now and put that hand to better use,” you tell him quietly.

Bradley audibly gulps and then nods against your lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

The two of you don’t waste a second longer in the aquarium, quickly scrambling towards the exit without even a thought spared to the two people who came with you.

Jake watches the two of you leave with a wrinkle of his nose. “I knew that was weird foreplay.”

#bradley bradshaw blurb #bradley bradshaw x bubbles #surfer!bradley #hang loose #bradley night #what's up doc

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icysinner · 1 year

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hair dye

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#ID: connie needed a change — and you were just the person to ask.

warnings: none, lil friends to lovers vibe. pretty short, idk what brought this into my head.

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“i don’t know — i’m just bored of my face.” connie said, a sigh coming quickly afterwards as he sat on your couch. “there’s literally nothing wrong with your face.. you’re exaggerating.” you replied, not looking up from your phone. “you think i’m sexy, i know,” connie laughed, making you roll your eyes. (not like he was wrong..) “but i feel like i need to change something, like.. another piercing or some shit.” he continued, explaining his ‘dilemma’ to you.

“another piercing is a no. you’re damn near magnetic as it is.” you said, looking up from his phone to see all the piercings he had. two on both ears, one on his nose. he’d just recently gotten his tongue pierced, too. “okay, no more metal — maybe i need to dye my hair?” he suggested, making a lightbulb go off in your head. “you know what — maybe you should! i think blonde.” you’d had the idea in your head because regardless of if you wanted to admit it — you know he’d look good with blonde hair.

“blonde? are you on something? i was thinking darker.” connie turned his head to the side slightly, the idea of him with blonde hair not even crossing his mind. “no, i’m telling you. you’d look good. and the girls will love it. i would know — i’m a girl!” you exclaimed, trying to convince him into your idea. “by girls, you mean you’ll love it.” connie raised an eyebrow at you, he knew you better than that. “if you want me to do it, and only if you do it, i’m game.” he agreed to it just because he knew your eyes would be on him. (although they already were.) “i’m excited! i’m telling you, you’re gonna look good.” you squealed, pulling him into a circulation cutting hug.

#nya writes #aot x black reader #connie x y/n #connie x black reader #aot x reader #secret anime society #aot fanfiction #black writblr #black anime

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lip-rings-and-quiffs · 2 years

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Tiresome

Luke + y/n (f!reader sorry didn’t realize until rn)

+masterlist

A/N:a cute lil imagine (according to me), idk how the music industry works and it shows…it shows here lol. So sorry about that🥲. Also gimme feedback pls🥺💙

Luke sighed heavily as he typed away at his computer, stopping every now and then to rub at his sleepy eyes. If he was to describe today with one word he would definitely pick the word tiresome. Management had been on his back ever since he got up, asking about how the songs are coming along, how the writing process is going, if he got a new melody etc. etc.

He sweared they only wanted to annoy him on his free day. He’d seen how the rest of the boys were having fun, throwing a pool party when he went on instagram a while ago. He would’ve gone too but with the long hours they’ve been pulling at the studio, he just wanted to stay home and rest for a while, maybe spend some time with his girl.

But the universe had to go out of its way to tell him he can’t have what he want. His girlfriend of course had to go to work that day and his so called management doesn’t understand the fact that “free day” means they should leave him the fuck alone. Since he had nothing better to do he started to finish a song he’d been working on with Ashton. And he was dumb enough to let everyone know what he’d been doing causing his “management” to keep butting in every five minutes asking about it.

He’s been in the industry for a literal decade now, he knows how it works, he knows how to write a damn song alone. So yeah it’s been a bad day.

He groaned as he saw how he’s gotten the last part of the verse wrong. Just as he lifted his fingers to correct it, his phone started ringing. Petunia, his dog who was sleeping next to his feet got up and walked away with a noise that’s so close to a huff. Luke mumbled a sorry to the now empty room, taking his phone to see who it was. With furrowed eyebrows, he turned his phone off, mentally smacking him in the face for not realizing that was an option five hours ago.

He sinked down on his chair, rubbing his palm all over his face causing the skin to turn a shade darker. “Lukey” he heard her small voice as she padded into his homemade studio. She walked toward him until she was situated behind the blue office chair, then snaked her arms around his broad shoulders until they rest atop of his clothed chest, resting her head on top of his.

Luke sighed with closed eyes, basking in her presence as he felt himself falling into the relaxation he’d been craving the whole day. “What’s wrong?” She asked softly, running her fingertips over his old nirvana shirt. He sighed again, for the hundredth time that night as he said, “Some people just don’t seem to understand what free day means. I’ve been trying to get this song right for more than two hours and they’re making me feel like shit!”

“Baby” she whispered voice laced with worry or maybe it was sympathy, who knows “I’m so sorry”. “ ‘s fine. Better now you’re here” he said taking her hand in his, interlacing their fingers. He felt her lips pressing little pecks on top of his head, her free hand coming to cup his cheek affectionately. It made him feel all fuzzy inside. Like his whole body was infected with tingles. “I love you” she said as he tugged at her hand until she came towards him. Luke sat up, bringing her to his lap as she let out a shriek, chuckling at the sound. “I love you more” he finally said as she got comfortable on top of him.

“Not possible” she retorted cheekily, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek. “That won’t do” he stated, talking about the little peck as he brought her face toward him with his hand, pressing his lip fully to her plump ones. She kissed back with equal eagerness, wanting nothing more than to melt into his embrace.

“Maybe you should take a few days off” she suggested after their lips parted. “Today was my day off Y/N/N” Luke mumbled, nuzzling his nose against her forehead. “That won’t do” she repeated back his words with furrowed eyebrows.

“We just have to finish this albu-” he started only to be cut off by her “I don’t care Luke. You need rest, the album can wait”. “But the fans-” she glared at him until he shut up. “Now, I’m going to go call Mikey and make sure you get at least a week off and when I get back I expect you to be on the bed with your phone turned off mister!” she ordered, playfully dabbing her index finger at his chest, getting back up from his lap and going to find her phone.

Luke finally got up from the uncomfortable chair, smiling at his girlfriend’s antics as he walked towards their shared bedroom, catching the sight of her with her phone tucked between her ear and shoulder as she was searching something from her bag as he walked by.

He crawled onto the bed, kissing petunia on top of her head as the pet made a sound of approval. Within a few seconds he’s deep in his slumber, Y/N who walked inside to tell him the good news couldn’t help the smile that itched up her face as she took in his sleepy face, he looked so peaceful.

She bit her lip, taking a quick photo of the duo before crawling on to the bed and kissing him on the forehead.

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vveakfish · 4 months

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thinking abt this post (not adding a screenshot bc op [@mrpsychokiller] turned off reblogs and i wanna respect that) but like, idk it just got my brain moving.

i did my undergrad thesis on how sex and community in queer spaces can often go hand in hand & how kink can act as a vehicle for finding community within a subculture can in some (but not all) cases be Very sex centric.

And it was such a fucking trip to work on this project within the confines of Art School™ & realize that nearly every one of my professors wrote off the deeper meaning of my work because the images i was making were a lil kinky.

It created this really strange dichotomy within the feedback i got that semester.

My peers (namely the ones who were also queer freaks themselves) fucking Got It. we had in depth conversations about what it was that i was trying to say, and it was so great to have them around me while i worked myself to the bone on these prints.

but when i got critiques from my thesis advisor –and all the other professors in my program – it was like all they could see was the fact that i was depicting men who also happened to be sexy.

I remember about half way through the semester, when we did our like midterm review or whatever, there was very little talk about my technique, or if the images were effectively conveyed, or any of the other things my peers who were tackling less ‘risqué’ subject matter got feedback on. It was all about how the work was horny & bc of that they weren’t sure if it was ‘impactful enough’ to be thesis material.

“Okay, so u think they’re hot. Now what?”

And the thing that i found So interesting about this whole thing is that these prints weren’t even the most erotic work i’d done that year.

the last project i’d worked on the semester prior to thesis was a series of four paintings of porn stills. Dick, Balls, AND Hole all lovingly rendered in oils.

So when it came time to figure out what i wanted to do for thesis, i considered going in that same direction. But in the end, i decided the point of the project wasn’t the Raunch factor. So, i chose to pare back the sex so that my message wouldn’t get lost in it.

And Yet, there i was, standing in front of a room full of str8 ppl who couldn’t look past the suggestiveness of a twunk bound in shabari, or a big chested bear in a leather jacket, or a drag queen dancing in sexy lace up heels for long enough to even consider that maybe the work Wasn’t just about that.

The thing i realized (only at the end of the semester in trying to work through my feelings on all of this as i wrote out my thesis paper) was that outside of my peers, none of the people who had a chance to view my work and engage with it before it was complete did so in good faith. They decided that my work was intellectually worth less because it could be read as horny.

And like, ignoring the fact that i wasn’t making these images for sexual gratification, it shouldnt have MATTERED if i were !!!

These professors spent four years talking about how our work should evoke feeling in people, and that we should keep that in mind while composing our images etc. etc. etc.

but as soon as they thought the reaction the work might have been evoking was Horny™ it wasn’t deep enough.

I don’t really have a conclusion to this post, other than to say i fucking agree with the sentiment of the one i linked at the top. Fetish, kink, or sex should not detract from a work of art. And the fact that it does is a disservice not just to the artists who enjoy working on that kind of subject matter, but also the audience.

If your first response when seeing a work of art and learning that it Might have some element of sex involved in it is to deem it wrong, or shallow, or gross, you’re robbing yourself of the opportunity to engage with the work in a meaningful way.

and this is not to say “everyone should look at fetish art, idc if it icks you, get over it!!”

all i ask is that you investigate why it evokes such a strong reaction in you. Is your discomfort actually about the image itself? or is there something else going on. Sit with it for a second.

and since i wrote all this out and talked about my thesis, i might as well link the essay here. I’m still really proud of this project, and i have the prints embedded within the essay, so check it out if you have the chance!

#𓆟 #chvm bvcket #idek how to tag this lol??

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jjtheresidentbaby · 5 months

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OOOUUUUGH JJ!!! you write for fnaf now?? TOTALLY STELLAR!

i just watched the movie recently and although i had my doubts at first i actually enjoyed it a lot looking back lol.

i see you’ve written for regressor vanessa, and idk if you’d write for regressor Mike but if do you and your requests are open could i request a fic like that?

totally fine if you don’t wanna!!

— 🐝 (old anon lol)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Better with You ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| mike schmidt x vanessa shelly

a/n: omg 🐝 ahh I’ve missed you!!! hope you’ve been good and thank you for blessing me with a little!mike ask <3 I couldn’t find a solid date for when the movie takes place but the late 90s-2000s is the most common answer so I went with that when choosing the movie they watch (it’s Balto 2)

warnings: little!mike, cg!vanessa, mike’s a lil insecure about regressing but it’s v brief, mentions of little!vanessa, mentions of nightmares & canon events, pet names

“I still don’t know about this Vanessa.” Mike says with hesitation clear as day on his face, sitting across from Vanessa on the couch, the remote sitting untouched between them. Vanessa had suggested maybe Mike try regressing for a bit while Abby is off at Ness’ for the night, they’ve talked about it before with Vanessa’s own regression as a jumping point, but Mike’s still nervous.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m still putting this kids movie on.” A smile breaks across Mikes face as Vanessa plucks the remote from the empty cushion and hits play.

He isn’t sure what movie this is but Abby made Vanessa take her to see it in theaters and both girls fell in love with it, Mike would’ve gone but Abby had deemed it a “girls trip” so tonight will be the first time he’s seeing it. It’s an animated movie with dogs, or maybe they’re wolves, Mike can’t really tell but he also doesn’t really care, he likes it either way. And he likes it even more when Vanessa coaxes him to lay down with his head in her lap.

“Where are they?” He asks and is a little taken back by how wobbly and pitchy his voice sounds. It sounds similar to how Vanessa sounds when she’s regressed— oh.

“Alaska, that’s why there’s so much snow.” That makes sense. Vanessa’s hand threads into Mikes hair, her fingers lightly brushing back and forth, he gets kind of lost in the feeling.

The sound coming from the tv is still there but he can’t quite focus on it, almost feeling sleepy as he curls up closer to Vanessa. She murmurs something he doesn’t catch and smiles softly down at him, he likes how safe she feels. It’s not a new feeling by any means, since the first night they met Mike had felt an odd security around her, but it’s different tonight, stronger in a way. There’s some layer of trust that he’s letting her in on, the same one that comes out when she shushes his nightmares away or holds his hand extra tight when they walk past woods with Abby.

“You tired bud?” Vanessa’s voice is gentle and honey like, pulling Mike from his thoughts as he turns to look up at her.

“No, wanna finish the movie.” She gives a small laugh and moves her thumb across Mikes forehead to brush his messy hair away.

“I’m sure Balto will still be there in the morning.” Something akin to a groan leaves Mikes throat, it’s more of a whine, not that he’ll ever admit it.

“Five more minutes? Please ‘Nessa?” Her lips twist up and eyes lift to the ceiling for a moment, the longest moment of Mike’s life if you ask him, before she’s nodding shortly in agreement.

“Five more minutes then teeth and bed.” It earns her another groan but it’s only halfhearted, Mike’s too busy turning back towards the tv to really be annoyed about the prospect of having to go to bed. He thinks he’ll actually get some good sleep tonight, he feels relaxed in a way he hasn’t felt in years, even better than back when he was taking those sleeping meds; and Vanessa’s also here. He always sleeps better when Vanessa’s there with him.

“I sleep better with you too sweetheart.” Oh did he say that aloud?

“Mhm, someone’s tired.” It’s said with a sing-song tone that Mike pouts at.

“Am not.”

#jj writes #fnaf agere #little!mike schmidt #caregiver!vanessa shelly #mike x vanessa #mike schmidt #vanessa shelly #🐝 anon

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Bonjouuur mon amour! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

(sorry in advance for any grammatical mistakes lol I'm really french lmao and I'm trying my hardest to write in a decent English ;-;)

I would like to make a request if you don't mind 💚

I had this idea of scenario (context->) where s/o (female) is a celestial dragon but she run away, cuz she want to help people and so her family disowned her for this "weakness" and called her a failure, and after that she meets Luffy and immediately (ofc lmao) asks her to join him as his second doctor in the ship.

The thing is that Sanji relates to her story a lot and kind of takes her as his lil sister 🥺

So like he's as whipped with her as with the other women but like platonically if it makes sense?? He just can't see her THAT way.

And here's the other thing, she's very VERY good at her job having the blood blood devil fruit so there's a certain Surgeon of Death that was JUST interested in her devil fruit, as he proclaimed, and NOT her! But ofc not and they fell for each other (in their own weird 'awkward from a side and joyful from the the other' way lol I mean what do you expect from a grumpy man and a strawhat)

And obviously Sanji DOES NOT approve of this, "He's too old for you"

"Where are his GENTLEMAN MANNERS? HUH??"

"He's a damn captain from another crew that we may be enemy with at ANY given moment"

"I don't see what's special about him"

"You're too nice and wonderful for him y/n-chan.."

and ESPECIALLY after knowing about the D. thing.

So the scenario is they have a big party at the end of wano, and Sanji just wants to have a friendly little conversation with Law, as he told s/o, but somehow after TOO MUCH time left alone they notice the ground shaking..

(Here's for inspiration maybe (?)

"So let's get straight to it.. How do plan on killing s/o you psychopath!? I know very well how people from north blue think.."

*smirks* "I don't plan on killing her."

"then.. WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT HUH?? DON'T EVEN DARE TO THINK ABOUT SOMETHING MORE WITH HER!! DON'T YOU KNOW SHE USED TO BE A PRINCESS??"

*shrugs*)

Ok so lmao you can make it funnier and change it as you want and feel comfortable with 💚

I hope it's not too much! 😭

Thank you so much if you accept it! Stay healthy and hydrated!! 💚💚💚💚

hihi 💛 thank you for being patient, also don't worry as a fellow multilingual i completely understand lol i kept rewriting this bc i am a fool, but i like how it turned out so i guess it worked out in the end

1.9k words, fem reader, sfw (mildly suggestive, alcohol & smoking, blood mention), 18+ mdni; angst and maybe fluff (idk use ur imagination), reader is a former celestial dragon (she gets disowned), sanji is a little mean & v. overprotective, but that's his job as an older brother ok; law does his best at keeping it together

blood, they tell you, it’s all in the blood.

with twinkling eyes and a head full of absurdities and curiously odd things, you try your best to understand; but it doesn’t make sense.

what’s in the blood, you ask — a timid, young thing, you hardly know better, but this is a learning experience; one of many.

everything!

their frustration at your incompetence grabs you, sinks its nasty claws into your skin, makes you sob loudly. you reconsider ever asking anyone in your family for clarification again. a record stuck on repeat, destined to ruin your chance of independent thought, only word is parroted at you.

everything, everything, everything.

it’s the last time your parents explain this to you, and it takes a few more years until you get it. and when you finally do, it hurts.

it’s your fourth night keeping watch on the sunny — usopp promises to make it up to you one of these days — you don’t mind, though, it’s nice to have the time to yourself while the rest of your crew mates sleep peacefully. the night is quiet, sea tamer than normal, affable — even as a cool breeze passes near you. the thick blanket is enough to keep you warm, but not thick enough to keep the nightmares at bay.

you dream of them frequently these days; your parents, siblings — the life you were forced to leave behind — it’s been so long, but you remember that moment so clearly: the unfortunate afternoon that changed everything.

no matter how many ways you look at it, there was no alternative. you had to leave; there were things happening that went over your head, but even as a small child your curiosity got the best of you, and you bore witness to an event so gruesome that you cried yourself to sleep for weeks.

no amount of harsh words or directives from your parents could sway your opinions to align with theirs. you — whose ancestors attempted to conquer the heavens — have empathy for those who are beneath your station; it’s absolutely vile, their blatant disregard for the lives of others, so much that it pushes you to voice your opinions over and over. being stripped of your family name, wealth, and social status should be enough to shake you — but it doesn’t. if anything, your resolve becomes much stronger.

a family that discards their child in favor of committing atrocities is not a family worth staying in.

it’s what you keep telling yourself as the years go on, it helps you sleep a little better at night knowing that you’re clearly not like them; but it’s not enough. and when you bite into a brightly colored, nausea inducing fruit, introducing you to the treacherous path of the world’s devils, you actualize your purpose in life.

another stronger breeze coasts by and your nose twitches at the brisk temperature; before you can sneeze, movement off to your side makes you jump back. you’re not skittish by nature, but for some reason, he always takes you by surprise.

trafalgar law fixes you with an inquisitive stare, one that makes you feel as if he’s picking you apart in order to investigate you properly. moonlight glides along his dark hair, illuminating the strands, casting shadows across his face — haunting, yet startlingly handsome.

you roll your eyes and stare right back, hoping your false bravado will help with the way your heart beats much too fast whenever he’s around.

“it’s impolite to stare at people,” you say quickly, tugging the blanket around you securely and leaning against the railing.

he hadn’t meant to stare, but you looked so intense that he couldn’t help it. or, that’s what he’s telling himself, anyway.

“relax,” he casts a glance over to the ocean, takes note of the way small waves knock softly against the side of the ship, “i called your name several times, you just didn’t hear me.” he’d only called it out once, but, again you weren’t really paying attention — and he was well aware of that.

you blink slowly and press your lips together, quietly contemplating his words. you do have a tendency to stay in your head, preferring to keep certain thoughts and opinions to yourself — a troubling habit you picked up over the years out of necessity — although, with him you’re much more willingly to share. law commands that sort of honesty, and you give it freely; much to the chagrin of a particular member of your crew. one who insists on inserting himself in your life whenever possible.

a question floats around his mouth, one that he’s been toying with for a few days now; it slides down his tongue, heavy with implication. he knows that if he asks it now, you might not be able to look at him the same way, so he’s careful with which words he handpicks, and as he readies himself, a hand grips his shoulder from behind.

really, law should blame you for distracting him, for dulling his senses — for always making him feel more relaxed than he normally feels — but he knows that this time it’s his fault. since he intentionally sought you out tonight, when he knew — or, he thought he knew, anyway — that everyone else would be asleep.

leave it to sanji to always defy his expectations.

the sigh he lets out is one built out of frustration and equal parts annoyance. “what is it now?” a clipped response from the captain of the heart pirates, one that sanji does not appreciate one bit.

“excuse you, but what are you doing with y/n this late at night?”

you pinch the space above the bridge of your nose, close your eyes, and count to ten slowly. maybe this is all a terrible, terrible dream. but, as their voices elevate, as sanji keeps insisting that law is somehow trying to corrupt you — for the umpteenth time since the sunny left punk hazard — your tolerance diminishes. law barely hears a word sanji says, even though the latter gets in his face and restarts the same argument they were having before dinner.

“sanji,” you call out sternly, your voice carrying his name forcefully in the air, prompting the curly-browed cook to look over at you. his eyes widen a bit at the severity in your tone.

“i’m only looking out for you.” it’s the dejected look that seals the deal for you. it’s possible you’re much too soft-hearted to be a pirate, but you tug on sanji’s arm and half-drag him away from law. sanji is sputtering nonsense about how law is actually more devious than you realize, how there’s something off about the way he always manages to get you alone — and you listen, or you try to, but you can’t help but feel that sanji’s overprotectiveness is misguided in this instance.

and, no matter how many times you try to convince him otherwise, sanji won’t budge on his position.

it’s not like law can stop the cook from acting that way towards you; from what he’s gathered, you’re a runaway that found a home with the straw hats. your devil fruit power is fascinating, as are your medical skills — and as a surgeon, he’s impressed with your ingenuity — but he’d be lying if he admitted to those being the only reasons why he’s interested in you.

just like you, he has a tendency to keep things to himself; this, he tells himself later on, is an absolute necessity. one that he needs in order to safely navigate the mysteries surrounding your existence.

what initially starts as awkward, tense moments, quickly morphs into relaxed conversations, prolonged glances, and inside jokes. it’s a surprise, really; law isn’t the sort to easily let his walls down without putting up a fight, but you make it easy. it would be suspicious if he was being smarter about things; but he’s not, unfortunately.

during this time, his relationship with sanji takes a turn for the worse; to the point that the other members of your crew take notice and try to break them up whenever possible. it’s always the same argument, one that you’ve memorized and spit back at sanji in retaliation.

“you’re not listening, he’s a despicable man, y/n, really!” sanji’s concern does come off as genuine, even as he pulls out another cigarette to smoke, his agitation eating up any residual tranquility lingering in his body.

“uh huh,” you say, flipping through a dense textbook, the font small but legible. “you’ve yet to give me a reason, big brother.” you smile to yourself when sanji huffs and focuses on smoking for a moment. he loves pulling the surrogate, self-proclaimed older brother card at his leisure, but when you do it, it’s a problem.

not that he means anything by it; sanji is quite fond of you, in a way that he isn’t with the others. when you first join the straw hats, he recognized the grief that you carried on your shoulders — it mirrored his, in a way. so he sort of adopted you; it’s a sweet gesture that you’ve always appreciated. after leaving home, you miss having a family — and he cherishes you in a way your parents never did.

that warmth will never leave you, no matter how much time passes.

after his third drink, sanji points a finger at law accusingly. “you’re ill-bred,” he declares, cheeks flushed as he narrows his eyes at the pirate in question. he promised earlier to not start any trouble, but that all went out the window when he saw the two of you together — laughing, smiling, fingers touching more than necessary.

all he can think about is how he can’t fathom the idea that you might actually like law — and that the feelings might also be reciprocated.

law, having foreseen this conversation, but not doing a damned thing to prevent it from occurring, simply asks, “don’t you get tired of saying that?” because he certainly is. it’s not unusual for someone to be overprotective of their younger sibling, however you are also a functioning adult that is more than capable of making decisions for herself. no matter the consequence.

“i’ll say it as many damn times as i need to.”

the argument is a circular one, but because law’s in a good mood, he entertains it. “you’re being ridiculous.” the amount of energy the blond pirate puts into defending your honor is absurd, and has law pouring himself another drink.

“i’m warning you,” sanji jabs a finger against law’s chest, “i’ll kill you before you hurt her.”

at that, law snaps. “what the hell is your problem? i’m not trying to kill her.” if anything, law would reason that you’re the one killing him. he’s never been this enamored with someone before, so the uncomfortable, awkward feelings that swarm through him routinely are enough to scramble his thoughts. which only makes him more susceptible to sanji’s bullshit.

with narrowed eyes, sanji frowns deeply. “i don’t believe you,” he pauses when he catches you watching them from across the room, so he lowers his voice, “and one day y/n will see right through you, too.” he’d make sure of it.

while sanji busies himself with plotting against the allied pirate captain, you busy yourself with prying answers out of law. it’s not that he wants to keep things from you, but he doesn’t think confronting sanji will solve a thing. still, it’d be unfair if he kept you completely in the dark, so he feeds you bits of the conversation, enough that you get the picture. it’s not your fault, you know that, but you apologize to law anyway, and decide to talk to sanji again in the morning. maybe after the festivities are over, he’ll regain some of his common sense.

#fic request #a-shanksed-law #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece angst #law x reader #law x y/n #vinsmoke sanji #law angst

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none of the works in this rec list belongs to me. all due credits go to the respective authors. reader discretion is advised. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked.

⿻ last updated: may 31, ‘23

an influential man’s companion (or is it more?!) ──── alhaitham, ayato, childe

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ (alternatively, how they are dropping hints left and right that you are more than just a friend.)

cw. gn!reader, oblivious!reader, may contain a spoiler from sumeru's story quest on alhaitham's, mentions of childe's real name (ajax), reader is addressed as “little bug” in childe's (please, it's just a poorly written joke, i swear).

asking genshin boys “what are we?” ──── tighnari , cyno , kaedehara kazuha , scaramouche

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ reader asks them “what are we?” when they had automatically assumed you were aware of their feelings towards you.

avoiding your crush.

one: childe, kazuha, ayato

two: zhongli, xiao, diluc, ningguang

three: tighnari, alhaitham, scaramouche

babe?! that ain’t my name? I mean… it is but- ──── aether, albedo, al-Haitham, ayato, childe, cyno, dainsleif, diluc, gorou, heizou, il-dottore, itto, kaeya, kazuha, pantalone, scaramouche, tighnari, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli

cw. gn! Reader, established relationship; fluff; just them reacting; kinda suggestive on scara, kazuha & cyno’s part (if you look at it that way lmao)

but i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs. ──── al haitham, kaeya, tighnari, ayato, zhongli

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ spoilers/ you know nahida's story quest where people dreamt of people they miss? so they didn't wanna wake up? yes. you're their greatest source of grief.

cw. gn reader, grief themes, angst/comfort? or is it angst/angst. messing with the original plot of nahida's quest but the idea remains the same. team dynamics! can be considered sagau /playable au. character death mentions aka me exploring all the ways to make mc gone

coming back after a long journey. ──── childe, diluc, xiao

death’s front door. ──── Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti, Cyno, Ayato

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ You almost died, and let’s see how these men would react to your (almost) passing

don’t leave me hanging! ayato, tighnari

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ where you initiate a kiss, only to move away and leave your boyfriend confused, amused or even distraught

cw. lowercase intended. pet name (mentioned in ayato’s), really fluffy like so so fluffy like—I’ll shut up now 🥲, KISSES. you being a lil shit /lh,, bc why not??? possibly ooc ayato??? idk bestie I tried

do you mind? ──── xiao, scaramouche, heizou, venti, kazuha x gn!reader

first kisses. ── Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaeya, Tighnari, Xiao, Zhongli ── 1.9k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ It's obvious that he wants to kiss you—and that the feeling is mutual—but you feel obligated to tell the truth beforehand.

“I’ve never actually kissed someone.”

How would various Genshin men react?

cw. gn reader, Ayato's part gets a little suggestive.

forced/arranged marriage trope. ── Diluc, Ayato, Pierro, Zhongli ── 3.3k

cw. fem!reader

friendship level four reached. ──── alhaitham, ayato, childe, diluc, kaeya

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ congratulations, you have reached friendship level four with a certain man. what to know what he says about you to the traveller?

cw. (she/her) mentions of breakdown (in alhaitham’s part)

genshin boys with their children. ──── albedo, venti, ayato, thoma

genshin dads.

one: Xiao, Itto, Kazuha and Diluc

two: Childe, Al-Haitham, Ayato

genshin men in a royalty au. ──── ayato, childe, dainsleif, diluc, kaeya

cw. reader is gender neutral w/ you/your pronouns !!

genshin men reacting to someone talking down on you. ── Diluc, Ayato and Tighnari ── 3.6k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ after a very long day the last thing you expected to happen was to be confronted with some rude person making unnecissary comments. Your boyfriend catches wind of it and just can't let that happen…

cw. gender neutral reader; canon universe; established relationship; cursing; maybe slighly ooc; people being mean but getting told off; little bit (also mentioning) of bullying (I do NOT agree with anything that this character is going to say!);

heaven help a fool who falls in love. ──── alhaitham, kaveh, tartaglia, wanderer, zhongli

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ love wasn't really in their plans, but now they're having a hard time letting you go.

cw. fluff

hold you close to my heart. ──── zhongli, childe, xiao, alhaitham, thoma, scaramouche

cw. modern!au, gn!reader, fluff, headcanon format.

hot/cute things they do. ──── Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli

cw. a bit of crack elements in some, Not proofread, if there’s any pronoun slips please tell me :) suggestive elements in some

how the genshin men ask for your attention. ──── kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe, kazuha, thoma, ayato, alhaitham, cyno

cw. gn reader, fluff (the boys are clingy <3) + they are all so in love with u god wtf get a room pls + minor spoilers for ayato’s story quest kinda (saying this just in case but idt it spoils that much)

how they react when you slip out of their arms. ──── Tighnari, Diluc, Zhongli

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ how the genshin boys react when you try to get out of their arms in bed because it's hot

cw. Fem reader, fluff, established relationship, clinginess, cuddles, sleeping in the same bed, silliness, a touch of angst, suggestive language?

how un-fur-tunate. ──── ayato, thoma, xiao

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ You turn into a cat! ...but you don't know whether your doting and overly protective lover is a blessing or a curse in this situation.

cw. fluff, crack, just jealous men

“i’d choose you”. ──── zhongli, xiao, kazuha, al haitham, ayato, heizou, albedo, scaramouche, childe, diluc, kaeya, itto, gorou, thoma, tighnari, cyno

cw. fluff, you and [character] are so in love with each other it’s making me get cavities ouchies, hint of reincarnation!au in zhongli's ;)

interrupted make-out session. ──── Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

cw. gn reader, VERY STEAMY but generally still SFW bordering on not, you’ve been warned though, not proofread, some possessiveness, yes there are sexual innuendos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, did i say not proofread?, if there are pronoun slips please let me know.

kiss it better. ──── childe, albedo, pantalone, ayato, kaeya, scaramouche, dottore, diluc, zhongli, kazuha, cyno

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ the greatest lengths that he is willing to do for you.

kiss your genshin best friend to see his reaction. ──── Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ You’ve been best friends for a whilenow, and you definitely have those little feelings of maybe wanting to be more but you just don’t know how to convey it. So you take a leap of faith, put a hand on his cheek, and give him a peck on the lips. Something you’ve never done before. Hey, actions speak louder than words, right...?

cw. gn reader

lantern rite beauty. ──── diluc, zhongli, kaeya, childe, albedo, thoma, xiao

mellow hearts. ──── heizou, xiao, kazuha, ganyu, yoimiya, albedo, scaramouche, eula, venti

cw. fluff

my archon. ──── zhongli, al haitham, cyno, tighnari, xiao, ayato, childe, wanderer

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you sit on the floor by his leg and lay your head on his lap; how does he react?

cw. mostly fluff, slightly suggestive on some, petnames (dear, little one - zhongli | bunny, babe - childe | puppy - ayato)

morning glory. ──── kazuha, scaramouche, heizou, xiao

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ mornings with him are nothing short of enchanting fantasies.

cw. gn!reader, fluff, established relationship

princess treatment only. ──── diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, childe, kazuha kaedehara, scary mooch, xiao, thoma, ayatoe, al-haitham, kaveh

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ genshin men being huge simps and spoiling u every chance they get <3

cw. gn but feminine implications (ie. princess treatment, reader wears heels and makeup, passenger princess), simping for reader, maybe ooc? swearing, fluff, some are modern aus, maybe innuendos?

protective lover. one - two

rejecting his cuddles. ──── al-haitham, cyno, diluc, scaramouche

cw. gn! reader. fluff

secret relationship with them. ── xiao, albedo, cyno, childe ── 1.4k

cw. gn!reader. modern au! slight college au?

seeing you get hit (the anthology) ──── diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, xiao, albedo

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ character become progressively worried about you not returning back - as the hours tick by, they notice a commotion has started and as they check it out find you in distress. Quickly they head to where you were and, well, their reaction to seeing you being accosted by someone in the middle of the city, let’s just say they took matters into their own hands.

sleeping with the genshin men. ──── albedo, ayato, childe, cyno, diluc, gorou. itto, kaeya, kazuha, thoma, tighnari, venti, xiao, zhongli

cw. pure fluff; established relationship; sfw, no pronouns

smitten kitten. ── one, two ── diluc, alhaitham

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Your lover has magically turned into a cat! (Please help him)

cw. fluff, crack?

stood up. ── one, two ── ayato, alhaitham

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Your boyfriend promised a long overdue date on the winter season—albeit how busy he was.

But as you waited and waited for him on the agreed spot, why does it look like he’s not coming?

cw. angst, comfort

sometimes the name doesn’t matter. ── alhaitham, ayato, diluc, kaeya ── 5.4k+

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ sometimes it matters that you are his wife.

cw. fem reader, fluff, established relationship, a little bit of bullying, a bit of unwelcome drunk flirting, characters are whipped for their wives

sun-kissed. ──── childe, diluc

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ your lover spends too much time under the sun and gets cute freckles!

cw. fem reader, pure fluff, established relationship

the 7-eleven diaries. ──── albedo, alhaitham, childe, scaramouche, venti

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ your job isn’t the best one out there, but it’s easy and keeps you from drowning in tuition fees and rent. working at a 7-eleven on a midnight shift was supposed to be peaceful, so why is it that you constantly find yourself being bothered by weird customers? (modern au)

cw. fluff, comedy, crack, cashier employee reader, modern au

them as sappylovers. ──── thoma, childe, xiao, albedo

there for you. ──── Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ when they walk in on someone else being mean to you

cw. gn! Reader, hurt/comfort; angst to fluff?; some might’ve been unintentional crack, honestly; may have themes of verbal and emotional ab*se; them being protective; scara showing his authority; toxic family in ayato’s par

too angry to sleep beside him. ── kunikuzushi, heizou ── 1k

cw. modern. gn!reader

trust fall!!! ──── diluc, zhongli, kaeya, bennett, scaramouche

cw. gn!reader, crack?? can be platonic or romantic, headcanons, short

when they get into a fight. ──── Diluc, Ayato, Thoma, Zhongli

cw. violence lol, mild mentions of harassment in Thoma’s, Y/n doesn’t know Zhongli is an archon

when you sleep on the couch after an argument. ── zhongli, diluc, alhaitham

cw. hurt/comfort, no pronouns used

you become a seelie. ──── cyno, dehya, al-haitham, kusanali, nilou, tighnari

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make them fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

cw. gender-neutral reader.

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