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short-black-diamond · 8 months

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please could you do the characters rin sae oliver and kaiser for the ‘blue lock characters types’ ( female reader) thank you i really loved that post <33

love anon 💙

yes of course, I'm just a little mad at myself that I couldn't make the other post longer.. also thank you for including the gener my love💙

(Please call yourself 'love anon 💙' okay? ...or however else, it was just an idea :} )

Warnings: some have body types included, but these are just headcannons, okay?

Characters: Rin, Sae, Oliver, Kaiser, Karasu

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Blue Lock's types?! ...part two

part one

Rin:

Bro that boy is a simp.

correction: they're all simps.

I think we somehow forget that the only thing they can do good probably is play football, otherwise they look like normal teens with muscles to me

However!

I think Rin's type would just be a girl who takes stuff seriously, as in not being a person who jokes a lot but who focuses on her studies and stuff

I mean, he can speak english pretty good, so I think he'd also like a girl who is bi- or multilingual (I'm european, take me Rin)

but also a girl who is like-- I don't know, maybe a little reserved for herself? Who doesn't really give too much price about herself?

I think he read a little too many romance novels (headcannon) and these girls now intrigue him 💀

but yeah, all in all I think his type would be reserved and no-nonsence, booksmart girls

bonus if you wear glasses, it makes you look cute and intelligent in his eyes

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Sae:

I think the spanish girls have him down bad for them

I think he likes fun girls? like, girls where it's not boring (to him)

Imagine you met him in spain and just thought he was a hot dude and you just wanted to have some fun so you just do sum weird shit and he enjoys that

like, I can just imagine him trying to be goofy just for the hell of it because I always see him so bored and gloomy and stuff like that so I feel bad

Yeah, I can definitely see him simping for girls who like to crack jokes left and right

also maybe (I'm putting in body types here) he likes girls with nice asses? He looks like an ass guy to me

when a girl walks in front of him, with the jeans beinf full with juicy cheeks, he stares at them

shamelessly

I said it and I'll say it again.

Sae looks like he'd enjoy the company of a funny girl with a nice ass

we all thank the spanish girls for that.

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Oliver:

hhhhhhhhhhhhhh

anon 💙... why him...WHY HIM ????

he a runner he a track star (...is it the right lyrics?)

Bro he'd just fuck anything that's female and breathing in his eyes

he looks like a 30-something year old divorced alcoholic who can't keep shit together

but okay.

also he fucks random bitches and you want me to give him a type???

bro I think just girls in general are his type?

Elder girls?

Cuz like in that one karaoke scene, he wanted to hang with two grown ass women💀

so yeah there you have your answer, he likes older ladies💀💀💀

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Kaiser

a german huh?

I bet he just likes blond haired girls who like to run after him sorry not sorry

ok but seriously.

He is pretty arrogant, a big egoist, and loves to misinterpret things

so I'd like to imagine him chasing after a girl who's "playing hard to get" (his words not mine)

no but seriously, he really thinks the world evolves around him💀

Ness this is all your fault

but other than girls who are not interested in him, I think he also likes girls that are pretty sarcastic and make him feel worthless, just so that he can prove it to them.. (I really don't know)

but other than that, I think he likes the idea of a one-sided crush, and wants to "make her fall for me."

like bro fuck off with your weird-cut, ugly-white-ass hair

Karasu

I really don't know much about him because I've been watching the anime until the last episode and then I read the manga but not from the start so I'm sorry if there were some canon events that I don't know of..

but let's think about his type

I'd say...a calm girlfriend? A loyal one as well? (*cough*Otoya*cough*)

But I'd even choose Shidou over Otoya tbh💀

okay let's get back to the topic at hand.

Karasu just wants himself a loving and calm girlfriend, who gives him the vibe of a nice forest or steadily flowing river where he can calm his nerves

He looks like he gets angry easily..

so he has a soft girl

he likes chubby girls, just imagining hugging one and resting his head on your shoulder as he uses your soft tummy/juicy thighs as a stress ball and sighs contently

I don't know but Karasu makes me feel stuff...😍😫

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Hellyu, how was that? It was actually rather fun thinking about their types, and I think I did a pretty good job. If I didn't, tell me and I'll change that!

Read you in the next post!

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eli0004 · 3 months

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since you don't do sub content, could you do something fluffy with jean? anything if you want

Anon, your wish is my command! 🖤

- ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Dating Jean Kirstein-

Synopsis: Headcannons for a Modern AU! Version of your favorite horse boy

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Jean Kirstein x Reader

Warnings: one slightly suggestive hc, implied body image issues, jean has a history of toxic relationships

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took me like 8 years 😭 I’ve been slammed lately, but i hope you enjoy

Ok, so first of all, Jean isn’t your typical boyfriend. He’s boyfriend: Feminist Edition✨ and body positivity king, hello?

He’s also, as we all know, a huge simp. But a legitimate simp, “spend all his money on makeup and call him bro” type simp.

Because of that, he’s had a few really shitty relationships where he was badly taken advantage of, and he always vows to really assess a person’s green AND red flags before proceeding.

It never works out that way, obviously. Bro wouldn’t know a red flag if you shoved it up his ass 🚩. He sees a pretty girl and is suddenly color blind.

Because of his history in that aspect, when you first confess your feelings to each other he’s absolutely terrified that it’s one big joke, or destined to fail.

But as you both get closer, he lets his gaurd down, and bro is down so bad.

You say “jump” an jean says “how high”

He is 110% that guy who notices everything you do with your appearance. I mean come on “You have really pretty black hair.” But that’s also just because he doesn’t understand the whole “it’s not polite to stare” thing.

Jean when you do literally anything: 👁️👄👁️

He’s a gym bro, change my mind (you can’t 😈)

If you’re insecure Jean is one of those guys that will ask you how much you weigh, and you’ll be like “damn that’s really icky and disrespectful” until you see him placing that exact amount of weight on the bench.

He’s like “see, you’re not too heavy for me” wink wink

He’s so endearingly stupid

If you’re not insecure tho, Jean will be there to hype you tf up when you’re feeling confident

“Hell yeah, look at those glutes babe!” *smack*

Either way he’s obsessed with you, regardless of what your body looks like or whether or not you like it.

Modern Jean 100% has a minor Fratccent from his college years.

Once or twice, he will accidentally call you bro, but he’ll be so apologetic TT you can’t even be upset.

He’s the type of guy that will walk around with his hand on your ass instead of your waist if you’re ok with that

His shit eating grin when someone mentions it, he’s like 😏😏😏

Scratch his head with your nails, DO IT

This man will be snoring immediately, it’s his favorite way to fall asleep.

I’m also a firm believer that modern!jean is not a natural blonde, so from time to time he’ll let you put streaks of vivid color in it, bonus points if you match with him

He’s actually a pretty good cook, so when you’re feeling homesick he’ll prepare your comfort meals for you

His love languages are physical touch, and words of affirmation. Jean will actually spontaneously combust if you compliment his biceps or tell him he has pretty eyes

He’s also totally comfortable with his masculinity so he’d be thrilled to be involved in your skincare routine, do face masks, let you clean up his brows, put makeup on him etc etc.

In fact, if you’ve had a hard week, he’d be the one to come home with a bottle of wine, face masks, nail polish and snacks. Top tier self care night, would sit on the couch with you and all your plushies and watch love island or something 😭

He gets so into the drama, it’s actually hilarious. By the end of it he’s rolling his eyes and trash talking at the tv

Will get wine drunk and dance in the living room with you

Honestly, we all just need to get ourselves a Jean. 😔💞

#aot x reader #aot smut #aot x y/n #aot headcanons #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirschtein x you

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wilbursprincess · 2 months

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what if sorrybur smut pt2.... no.. unless 🥺🙏

-🐈

“What Am I Supposed To Do Now?” Pt. 2

Sorrybur x Female Reader

Warnings: Literally just a whiny Sorrybur getting his dick sucked in a car 🤭

My dear 🐈 anon, you are speaking my LANGUAGE! It took me a bit to think of a scenario that isn’t just a whiny, frustrated Sorrybur trying to focus on getting the video filmed, so I hope you (and my fellow Sorrybur simps) enjoy :)

Fic below cut!

“And, cut!” Charlie calls when they finally film the last scene, accepting the water bottle I toss at him. “Wilbur, I’ve never seen you eat so aggressively before.”

Wilbur just shrugs, packing up the remains of the baguette from one of the challenges. “I was hungry, what can I say?” He replies, wiping crumbs off his face. “Babe, you almost ready to go?”

Why’s he so eager to- oh.

“Don’t you have to help clean up a little?” I ask. “It won’t take long.”

With the most wounded expression he can manage, Wilbur turns back around, helping Philza take the set down.

“He’s certainly needy,” comments Charlie’s girlfriend, Grace. “Is he always like this?”

“Nope. But when he is, I always have something to do with it.”

Wilbur hops into the front seat of my car almost an hour later, back in his jeans and hoodie.

“You’ve never edged me this badly before,” he complains, draining the last of his water bottle. “There is nothing more awkward than trying to film with an aching cock.”

I laugh. “It’s only edging if I keep teasing you. That was just denial. Accidental, but still.”

He pouts. “Are you at least going to finish the job, or do I have to do it?”

Brushing my hand over the front of his jeans, he whines and presses against the whisper of stimulation. “You really think I would pass up the opportunity to get you off?” I retort, undoing his fly with one hand and pulling out his cock with the other.

Wilbur groans under his breath. “You better let me finish this time.”

“I don’t really think I have a choice in the matter,” I say, a smirk spreading across my face. Before he can respond, I lean my head down, wrapping my lips around his cock and slowly starting to bob my head. He sputters, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging to show just how good I’m making him feel.

“Oh, fucking hell, princess,” Wilbur whimpers, squirming around in the seat as he tries not to force himself all the way down my throat.

He presses his head back into the headrest just as I take him all, eyes watering as I relax my throat. “You know I’m not going to last long if you’ve got me this deep,” he whines out, eyes rolled back in his head.

In response, I bob my head faster and faster, Wilbur’s hand digging into my hair to guide me up and down. He’s shaking, sweaty, whining, and a total mess just from being nestled down my throat. I’m used to him being dominant, or, at least, equal to me, and having him a wreck under me is new. New, yes, but wonderful.

He finally breaks his control, grasping my hair at the nape of my neck and thrusting down my throat. One, two, three thrusts, and I feel him spill all in my mouth, the only things I can make out in his strings of moans and gasps are my name and “fucking hell”.

Coming up for air, I wipe the remnants of his climax off my lips before giving Wilbur a peck on the lips. His eyes are half-closed, face completely spaced-out.

“Mmph,” Wilbur groans, opening his eyes just enough to see me. “Jesus Christ, since when are you that good at sucking dick?”

“Since you practically used my throat as a fleshlight,” I retort, giggling at the shocked look on his face. “I’m going to be carrying you into the house when we get home, aren’t I?”

*When I was writing this, my brother’s girlfriend showed up with chocolate, flowers, and a massive stuffed dinosaur for him and asked who my Valentine was. I just started giggling.

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur x you #bursona smut #bursona #bursonas #sorrybur #sorry boys #very sorry #mcyt x reader #wilbur mcyt #mcyt smut #wilbur soot smut #princessfics #🐈 anon

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scummy-writes · 5 months

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Chev didn't agree to this photo

∘₊✧──☾ Bloody Simps is an Ikevamp/Ikepri Discord server thats moderated by me and @krys-loves-otome! It is an 18+ space for fans to just chill out and have fun, whether it’s talking about the game itself, or just wanting to meet and chat with others who enjoy cybird games (and not just ikevamp/ikepri!)

Some features of the server are:

╰❧ Designated spaces for talk about the English and Japanese versions of Ikevamp and Ikepri

╰❧ Route release voice chats and bingo cards when new routes are dropping- we usually meet an hour before the route drops and then read the first few chaps on call

╰❧ Encouragement to talk about other cybird games, as many server members play multiple. There is a focus on ikevamp/ikepri due to the roots of the server, but we love discussing cybird games in general.

╰❧ Lucky Time reminder channels where we have bots that alert you five hours before a lucky time begins, when it starts, and an hour before it ends. (This is for Eng Ikevamp and Ikepri events only)

╰❧ Channels to share your own work that you’ve created, or to share some you’ve found and thought others would enjoy

╰❧ A space for those who write in the fandom to go on writing sprints alone, or with other writers who are available at the moment

╰❧ Spaces to share information/art about Ocs you have created

and more!

If you’re interested, please send me an IM or an ask (off anon) to get an invite link!

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The Comte and Chev somes from Jean's route release comic- I drew over Jean's cheeb to make Chev.

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saenora · 10 months

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YOUR FAVOURITES AS YOUR SIMPS

note: if we flip tables and what if youre the mangaka character and your fav simps on you… these are some adequate subpar headcanons… 🫠 (i dont write so lmao bear w me 🤭) thankies to Ai <3 @gojoest-main for indulging always mum ily and SOBS GOJO IS BASED ON WHAT AI SAID🤭)

the husband

YN IS HIS LOML. he is huge on selfship community! HIM AND EVERYONE CALLS HIM YOUR TRUE HUBBY! he has a whole lot of selfship arts with you. he might go broke with all the merch but he cant help it every time he sees your fanarts or a new chapter drops, he goes feral. PINTEREST MOODBOARDS, PLAYLISTS YOU NAME IT. HE HAS IT. he is defending you on every website, writing little self indulging drabbles about you. he knows you well, his little head canons are cannoned by all of your fans. your his f/o and nobody can change it. he either talks about you infront of his friends and he has gained a reputation because of it or leads teh secret life… there is no inbetween. has the sweetest selfship headcanons but occasionally tweets regular horny one liners about how bad he wants to be fucked by you, or about how much he wants to cum inside you and get you pregnant.

gojo?, reo, kise chuuya, isagi, yuuji, taiga, ran + anyone who fits the criteria

the loyal hoe

he has too many blorbos, he knows it. BUT YOURE HIS MAIN BLORBO, HIS BIGGEST SELFSHIP/ THE ONE HE KEEPS CRAWLING BACK TO. it can be put as you made him standout. IS 25/8 YN BRAINROT AND TWEETS HORNIEST STUFF. HE ONLY SURVIVES ON SMUT AND BREATHES TO THE THOUGHTS OF YOUR AROUSAL. writes the best sex stuff. he keeps hopping from one to another but everyone knows he is your biggest whore. UNHINGED. crazy lot of nsfw fanarts of you, has patreon subscription to see all those fanarts. it doenst matter where he is, work/home/cafe. HE IS THIRSTING ABOUT YOU. writes about the shapes of your labia/cock and can write poetry on your body.

SHIDOU, karasu, dazai, GOJO, sukuna, toji, BACHIRA, aomine(ik.. but if he could write), ranpo, EREN, kaiser, jean + anyone who fits the criteria

the sweetheart

he isnt extremely active. somewhere in between the worlds. he calls himself your cheerleader, your number one supporter. he has tons of art saved of you might/might not be on budget. has one commissioned selfship with you. he loves you and probably has the most pure of the selfship with horniness served as dessert. (NO ONE CAN ESCAPE IT) occasionally indulges in you. is mostly very sfw!! but his head is full of all the sexi stuff. loves to talk about you… if anyone strikes a conversation about you he can write verbal books. CERTIFIED SIMP. his selfship is uwu. doesnt go big on it but is a soft fan.

kenyu, hiori, isagi, yuuta, megumi?, chifuyu, rindou, kakucho, connie, atsushi + anyone who fits the criteria

the silent one

he has been your fan since the start, the first time he laid his eyes of your 2d character design, your story, your everything captured him. he loves you from afar.. isnt really active but has a small pinterest board or a playlist of you that he silently indulges in. has no idea what selfships are but you’re a coping mechanism for him (sometimes). if you were real, he’d treat you so much better than the shitty charcter you’re stuck with. doesn’t pick fights online but wouldn’t hesitate if someone crossed a line. he doesnt realize but thinks of you more than a fictional character. probably is the healthiest out of the five. none of his irls know about his fixation of you and it would never see the light of the day. IF LOYALTY WAS A PERSON IT WOULD BE HIM. period.

nanami, rin, ness, levi, erwin, akutagawa + anyone who fits the criteria

the idgaf

he simps only for you. he has posters of you and is not ashamed. people know about you being his favourite character but he is scary so nobody can ask it about. has minimal/no online presence. but keeps signed copies of the mangakas. JERKS OFF TO YOUR POSTERS UNABASHED. he follows one fan account and prolly goes anon sometimes. heavily reads your smut or hasn’t scratched the surface you cant tell. YOURE NOT A CHARACTER, YOURE HIS FAVOURITE. ANOTHER ONE WHO DOENST KNOW WHAT SEFSHIPS ARE, BUT HEAVILY CREAMS THINKING OF YOU and has wild fantasies about you.

sae, aomine, shoichi, oliver, izana, kaiser(idk), baji, naoya, mikey, wc kunigami, ranpo + anyone who fits the criteria

zen speaks: i’ll do a yn as diff as character tropes drabbles too 🤭 so wtevrhr <3

dividers: @/cafekitsune

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bluexiao · 1 year

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Ok ok so I saw your post that you wanted scaramoche requests and i got one! def not getting my soft scara side on- anygays i would love to see what scara would say if we asked him "would you still love me if i were a worm?" cuz like during the boss fight he says bow before me worm something like that and uh i see people making reels saying "when you say you wouldn't love your girlfriend if she were a worm and so shes not talking to you anymore" like i saw this a year ago or so. anygays idk if this makes sense but here you go :D ~Jean anon

#”would you still love me if i were a worm?”

fluff, crack, quick read

happy 600 days to us, scara.

SCARAMOUCHE

Would most likely glare at you as soon as the words came out of your lips.

“You must have lost your mind, have you?”

“Well, you called me a worm one time before we dated, babe.”

Congratulations, you have made him even more speechless than he already was, merely reduced to staring at you in disbelief, thinking how in the world he even falls for the likes of you, you’re hopeless!

But still…

He would sigh with a hand over his forehead, not long after gesturing you to come closer, to which you oblige without a single word and plop yourself on his lap. He stares into your eyes for a long few seconds before quickly flicking your forehead.

“Ow! What the hell, Scara?!”

Despite how your hands instinctively raise to your forehead to cover it, he sneaks in a peck to your lips and smirks ever so smugly at your baffled expression, pretty much like how he reacted with your… antics… earlier.

“Ha, sometimes I can’t understand you, but now I’m reminder that I don’t want to do so either.”

If you pouted and kept insisting on him, he’d scoff and try to flick your forehead again.

“What do you think? I’d like to hear your guess, pray tell.”

“I think you won’t.” you frown.

He’d laugh at this and say “If I called you a worm before, why do you think I’m dating you now?”

“Because… I am not a worm.” you say

And he’ll stare at you once again and sigh. “You’re hopeless.”

But he loves you whoever or whatever you are, nonetheless.

Though he will never say that out loud, maybe you’ll figure it out on your own... which he himself doubt very much.

Reblogs and comments are very appreciated~

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#scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin wanderer #genshin scaramouche #genshin kunikuzushi #damn this man has a lot of names sheesh #genshin fluff #blue's works

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sooniebby · 5 months

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okaokaokay i just thought of an idea (this is not a request btw) pervy nerd alhaitham qith a stoic boyfriend, both are stoic af but get the twist alhaitham is a shameless pervert who literally grabs his stoic boyfriends ass out of nowhere (dw they consented) wether it be in public or private, and he has to have his hands somewhere on stoic boyfriends body or else he wont have energy throughout the day (pervy nerd alhaitham is the definition of, "those tits look heavy I can carry them for you)

— kaveh simp anon

Wait that’s kinda funny cuz Alhaitham is kinda stoic himself right? (I haven’t read his wiki page don’t judge)

Just imagining reader talking to someone and Alhaitham comes up to him and just rest his hand on reader’s shoulder. And it’s normal at first until you just feel his hand slide down slowly until it’s right by your pants. And suddenly he just shoves his whole ass hand into your jeans to directly touch your ass.

Definitely saying this when you try to slap him, “I only wanted to have direct contact—don’t be so angry :(.”

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donnabenevientosimpingzone · 2 months

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Hello hellooooooo, I have returned with another request ;^)

Could we get some Bernadette x Reader smut, pretty please?

-simp anon

Bernadette simping real lmao

(Female reader)

A light citrus taste hits your tongue as your lips collide into the other woman’s, suggesting that the dark Italian had eaten an orange for a snack while labouring away in the gardens around the manor. You paid little attention to the dirt and leaves that clung to your figure as you pressed against Bernadette with each kiss, gripping each side of her head tightly to keep her from pulling away.

“Hm, won’t even let me clean up?” The blackette teased with a low thrum from the middle of her sternum, her strong arms wrapping around your waist to squeeze you close. She raises a foot to kick backwards, closing the door in which she just came through.

Her thick voice resonated towards your core, like the deepest note of a guitar, plucking at your patience. Despite her words, the tight hold she has on you shows just how needy she was as well.

“Did you really have to work for so long?” You question with a stupid grin, sealing it with another long kiss.

“The garden won’t clean itself.” Bernadette replies with a cheeky grin before easily pushing you off of her and weaving past you to stride further into the manor. You follow her like a lost puppy, practically skipping as the dark Italian woman hums in her baritone voice. It’s a familiar lullaby, one that you always seem to forget the exact lyrics too, but remember well what its meaning is. One that she’ll sing to her baby sister during the harshest of storms, where the lightning lit up the sky as thunder rips it apart. While you knew the middle sister loved storms, and often would be out and about during them, Bernadette was inside with the youngest- cradling her with this lullaby. A few times you’ve walked in on the scene, unable to resist the urge to join.

“But you took so looooooong!” You complain in a playful whine, making your lover chuckle as she takes off her dirty accessories. “How come you took so long, when I know you’ve been pent up?”

“Me?” Bernadette smooths through pursed lips, curling them in a smile. “Oh, you’re referring to the video you sent me? Are you sure that I’m the pent up one?”

“Think about how I feel!” You exclaim, jumping forward to grab onto either side of the dark Italian’s unsaturated green shirt. “I was all warm with you in bed this morning! And you knew exactly what you were doing!”

“Oh, hm.” Your beloved grins, looking away from you in pretend cluelessness. “I don’t know. You just have the softest thighs, my love, I didn’t realize it would turn you on.”

“That’s bogus and you know it.” You retort with a grin, gripping her shirt and pulling her into another kiss. This time, Bernadette gives in and moans against your lips, sending electric sparks through your body. The dull itch in your abdomen roared to life as a warm explosion of heat overtook the space between your legs.

“Well, I know you,” Broad hands fell flat against your hips, holding them steady despite your attempts to seek relief against her thigh. “The more I deny you, the sweeter the release is.”

A humming moan leaves from the vibrations settled upon the middle of your throat as you couldn’t help the spreading heat across your face. Giggles leave your lips as the dark woman’s hands hook into the belt loop of your jeans and tug your pelvis closer, providing the firm surface of quadriceps for you to seek relief upon. Dense and thick hair tickles along your cheek as Bernadette rests her chin against your shoulder, warm breath blushing your ear.

“I know what you want,” She purrs in a quiet rasp, softening her grip to a more guiding palm against the curve of your backside. “I’ll take care of you, but you must show me you want it. Go on, good girl, I’ll give you what you need only after you show me.”

That does it for you, breaking away the restraints that stopped you from practically humping against your lover in desperation. Her thigh provides the perfect surface for your shivering legs to seek support, hips rolling against the surface to force the friction against already soaked lips. Already you could feel the viscous arousal coating the fabric that protected the treasure between your legs, the smell hitting your nose in a mild sample of approval. It must have reached Bernadette too, who moans into your ear, nipping incisors against the crest. It spurs you on more, grinding against her strong thigh, sometimes practically thrusting into it, letting your voice sing for her.

“Oh, amorina, your legs must be tired.” The dark Italian coos, noticing the way your thighs were shivering and the way your body was collapsing against hers for support. No longer able to stand, you were led to the couch, an expectant giggle leaving your lips as Bernadette took her place above you. Straddling your hips, the muscular woman reaches forward a hand to fist the front of your shirt, pulling your limp torso up easily to practically rip the fabric off all in one smooth motion. Damn. What a turn on. You sucked in your bottom lip as your lover hooks her hands beneath the hem of her own shirt, lifting it up and over her head until it was peeled right off from her figure. You were just admiring the way her ponytail was swinging free from the collar when suddenly, your vision was taken over by the dark green of the sweater-like shirt, suddenly finding yourself wearing the musky fabric.

Bernadette’s scent invades your nostrils aggressively along with the spices of the various plant life in the Beneviento garden. You recognize some of the potent scents coming from various flora, but as always- you focus on Bernadette’s scent. It’s become more intense from working underneath the blazing sun and soaking the secretions of salt from tired pores, but it was perfect, and you can’t help but tuck your nose beneath the collar.

“Awh, is mia amata comfortable?” The dark Italian hums, pulling down her sports bra that was still stained from sweating in the garden.

You nod with a satisfied hum in response, smiling beneath the fabric as your lover uses two fingers to ‘walk’ up your sternum, then trace back down to your pants. A squeak lives you involuntarily as the jean buttons are popped open, and you’re violently reminded of the arousal soaking your undergarments.

“Wearing my shirt… mmm- you know, that does something to me.” Bernadette mused, sliding off your pants with a flex of her chiseled biceps, making your mouth dry at the sight. Her eyes are focused intently on yours, and they’re almost all blacked out from the dilation of her pupils. There’s a light pink dusting her cheeks as she’s watching your sweet reactions to her actions, and you could tell there was some kind of swirling squeeze in her core from the way her abdomen muscles were contracting. She wanted you as much as you wanted her. Oh the thought makes your body leak.

“Seeing how you’re all mine.” Her thick voice has you in a spell, pressure spinning in a dizzying typhoon in your head as she’s peeling away the last barrier to the sacred space between your legs. Your lover bites her bottom lip at the sight of your soaked petals, clit swollen and pleading, you’re such a good girl for her.

Bernadette inhales with a satisfied sigh. “And you smell so good. My scent smeared all over you, even the Dimitrescu family wouldn’t dare take what’s mine.”

You pop your nose out from the collar of the shirt, taking the fabric between your teeth as you wiggle your hips, eager for your lover to reward you.

“Oh, oh- and so impatient~” Bernadette hums, tapping her lips with an index finger as a malicious grin breaks out across them. “I have an idea. Be a good girl and flip over for me while I go fetch something.”

“Be fast. Please.” You whine, but otherwise obey, huffing as you prop yourself up on your elbows as the dark Italian slinks away. A dark blush blooms across your cheeks as you turn onto your hands and knees, hearing the door click. Raising your head, you gasp lightly at Bernadette’s return, grasping the belt of a strap in one hand.

“Oh look at you,” The dark Italian chuckles, smiling at your reaction as she strides over and puts on the toy, joining you on the couch once more. You turn your head to look at her, knowing for a fact your entrance is practically drooling arousal at this point, eager to be filled. Her hand cups the curve of your ass, caressing it lovingly with a hum. “You look so beautiful looking over your shoulder like that. Don’t worry, my love. I’ll give you what you want, what you need. You’ve been such a good girl for me.”

You open your mouth to plead for her to go faster, but you’re quickly cut off when the base of Bernadette’s hand presses between your shoulder blades- shoving your face down into the cushions. Without another second passing, you feel the kiss of the rod as it’s slid along the soaked lips, lubing itself on your juices. It’s a lovely opportunity for your melted mind to predict the sort of size that was going to invade, and what sort of delicious stretch it’s promising.

“I think you’re ready for me.” Bernadette hums, placing a hand on your backside as she lines the tip to the entrance. “Are you?”

“Yes-” You gasp, repeating the word like a small chant. You’re been waiting for this all day- from the moment you felt her hands stroking your thighs in the morning- to the times you’ve looked out the window and watched her working out in the sun. Well, perhaps ‘look’ is too light of a description for what was basically shameless staring. “Yes, I am, please-”

“You want me?” Bernadette moans, starting to apply pressure against the pretty petals, “Good. Because I want you too.”

Relief hits your body like a truck the moment your lover enters- strap lubed thoroughly to slip inside- pushing out a stretched out moan from your dropped-open mouth. Your insides clench around the toy, trying to guide it deeper within you. Bernadette’s hands are on you in a second, smoothing over the skin, and slipping underneath the green sweater-shirt. A whimper slips from your lips as more of you are forced apart by the rod, until the entire thing buries itself within you. A perfect fit.

“Taking me so well. Oh- and you’re even backing up into me.” Bernadette purrs as she slides her hands down your spine, hooking around your hips to keep them steady as you’re warming the toy.

She rolls and adjusts her hips, making the toy knock against your walls, making you moan and squeak. If she pushes just a bit more, a sharp pleasurable pain pops within your abdomen as it kisses your cervix, making you loudly groan. Just thinking about the possibility of her thrusting so hard that it pounds against it was enough to turn you on more, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the dark Italian woman.

“Impatient.” She tsk’ed, making you whine.

“I’ve waited all day!” You retort, attempting to wiggle your hips against the strong grip of your lover. “I’ve been good!”

“Have you?” Bernadette questions, starting to pull out. You whimper.

“Yes! Yes I have! C’mon- please!” At this point the tip was the only thing in you, and she wasn’t pushing back in. You could try to push back, but the dark Italian’s grip is far too strong.

“How can I say no when you beg so sweetly?”

The hard thrust into you makes you roar in pleasure. If it wasn’t for Bernadette’s grip, you were certain that your legs would have failed you and you’d collapse into the couch already. With your shivering body in her hands, the dark Italian takes it slow. Her hips move predictably, sliding out slowly before inserting at a slightly faster speed, making sure the sheath fully enters you before repeating. Low moans draw out of you, your arms reaching for the pillow that is laid against the backboard of the couch, drawing it into a tight embrace just to have something for your hands to hold onto. You could feel the smooth surface sliding within you, every stretch as the bulbous tip willed your inner walls apart.

Bernadette was calculated with her motions, angling perfectly to stimulate the most sensitive parts within you. Slow and sensual was her favourite way to make love to you, taking hours to get you off, and maybe even denying you the release. Oh you prayed she wouldn’t choose to do that this time.

“You moan so sweetly, mia cara.” your lover compliments you, still holding your hips tightly to control the pace. She could tell that you were more than ready to just throw your backside into her, taking her with such greed that there would be no time to savour the process. Oh, but she so did love the nights she let you take and take and take- more and more- all of her at your disposal to devour.

Bernadette licks her lips at the slick sounds from the sheer amount of arousal your body was producing, lethargic moans leaving you despite your body’s shivering state. Thighs tense, shoulder blades drawn, the fabric of Bernadette’s shirt suddenly felt constricting and stuffy. Each time you breathed in through your nose, however, the musk invaded your senses and made your eyes roll. You couldn’t find it within you to care anymore, whining as you resist her hold, throwing strength into your pelvis to move.

“Desperate?” Bernadette chuckles, letting go of your hips and running her hands along your backside. “Go on then. Show me.”

Oh this is exactly what you wanted to hear. With reckless abandon, you now throw yourself against her front, changing grip from the pillow to the couch cushion as you thrust backwards, swallowing her strap greedily. Your moans increase in volume and frequency as you chase your orgasm, having been pent up all day.

“Mmmm, I could get used to this.” You hear your lover drone, her hands finding your thighs, guiding your movements to the right angle to get the rod to hit your insides just right. The repetitive spearing of the toy shoots electric storms of pleasure through your system, begging for more and more of the sensation, guiding what little control you had left. You can only do so much though. Despite the primal instinct to breed, climax just won’t bestow its presence to you, and you find yourself begging your lover to help.

“Please- Bern- I… oh…” You drown your own voice in your moans, trying your best to keep the progress you’ve made, but feeling your body fail at keeping the strength to go on. “I can’t- ah… please- I need your help.”

You’re so close- you’re just right there- and relief arrives when a strong hand wraps around your waist and finds home on your clit. A dark chuckle is your only warning before the assault begins- a complete pounding from the source- and you find yourself unable to stop whatever sounds left your mouth. Your elbows buckle and you fall back onto the pillow, biting into the case in the futile attempt to quiet. All it does is make you look even more like a disaster somehow. More of a disaster then your current position of being plowed mercilessly by your beloved.

With her skilled hands on your clit, the climax comes sooner than you anticipated. Without her strong hands on your hips, providing support, your legs fail and slip from beneath you as your body is wrecked with an earth-shattering orgasm. Your spine ducks inwards as you curl in on yourself, silently screaming into the pillow you embraced tightly in your arms, creaming all over Bernadette’s strap.

Sweet release. You fall into a limpless bundle on the couch as afterglow takes hold of you, and your lungs desperately try to catch up with your breath. A small moan leaves you when Bernadette pulls out, leaving you feeling awfully empty. But she makes up for it by settling next to you and snuggling into your shoulder.

“Well done, tesoro.” She whispers into your ear, soft hands caressing along your figure, rolling pressure against places to undo the knots in your body.

You just hum and nod, burying your face into the fabric of your lover’s shirt, which smells like sweat and sex. A small break, and you’ll return the favour. You couldn’t ignore the way your lover was grinding against you. Damn. Bernadette knows what you want.

#ask #resident evil village #resident evil #bernadette beneviento #fanfic #bernadette x reader

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girlfriend!yuna x fem!reader

word count: 642

warnings: jealous yuna, established relationship, reader is a simp for another idol and yuna is not having it, argument, reader makes up with yuna, praise and fluff, suggestive ending, teasing yuna = dom!yuna <3, i mean no disrespect to jessi but i simp for her so she'll be mentioned here as the idol you simp :3

a/n: this was part of a fanfic exchange idea, i made this for @ryuttaeng based on this prompt list, hope you like it anastasia and fellow anons/followers <3

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"yuna yuna yuna!!! look!!! jessi unnie came out with a new song!! did you hear it?"

"jessi unnie has the sexiest body ever on the planet, true mommy material!" (facts)

"yuna jessi unnie is so sweet did you see what she did at the music bank?"

"oh jessi is perfect! just look at her!" holding your phone up you show yuna a photo of jessi from her latest instagram post. rolling her eyes yuna gives you a fake smile and gets up to grab something from the kitchen. "oh wait she's doing a live now!!" eagerly clicking the notification you watch with awe as your idol appears on the phone screen talking about her day and thanking the fans for everything. "oh unnie the things you do to my poor little heart ahhhhh~!!" squealing you hit a pillow holding on tightly to your phone when a loud noise startles you. turning your direction to the kitchen you see yuna's fist on the fridge door, her eyebrows furrowed.

"can you stop talking about them for one second? because frankly, i don't give a fuck about them or what they do to your poor little heart." with teeth bared she stomps over to the room leaving you frozen on the couch. jessi's voice wakes you up from your trance you look over at the open door and then back at your phone wondering if you should let yuna cool down or comfort immediately. turning off your phone you rush over to the room and see your girlfriend hugging your pillow, biting your lip you enter the room and take a seat next to her your heart racing faster than normal.

"babe..." turning over to face the wall you sigh and think of what to say, patting her thigh softly you wait a moment and then continue speaking. "you know she's just an idol i admire and not the person i love the most." seeing her shift her weight to face you better you take it as a sign to keep going.

"of course i would gush about my idol she's someone i support, you're the person i adore and cherish. you're the reason i get up in the morning and want to keep living." squeezing her thigh you watch her scowl turn into a doleful look. "your eyes make my heart race every time you glance my way. your lips are softer than cotton candy and if i dare say taste better too. your nose is perfect to rub against mine and to kiss when you're down or looking cute. don't even get me started on your fingers babe yuna your fingers make me-" covering your mouth with her hand you see yuna trying to bite back a smile from growing.

"shut up i understand already. were you shakespeare in your past life?" grumbling your ecstatic look makes yuna remove her hand and loosen her grip on the pillow. with a teasing tone, you poke her cheek and lean close to whisper into her ear.

"you should've let me finish babe." guiding her hand down to your throbbing pussy yuna inhales sharply at how much heat she could feel coming from your core. "give me a chance to prove what you do to my heart...after jessi's live stream though~" bragging you jump out of bed and make your way to the door, moving quickly yuna grabs the belt loop of your jeans and drags you back to lay on the bed. with a hungry look, she towers over you.

"and just where do you think you're going kitten?" squirming from her hand cupping your clit her cheeky smile that makes you blush. "let's get that heart racing now."

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