#that makes him shit the bed on the regular until he has to wear a diaper like a little fuckin baby
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monarchy as a concept is so funny when it isn't absolutely maddening. like. "yes. we rule through the divine right of fucking our cousins. please respect us" babes it's 2023
#god i wish magic was real so i could curse king cuntrag to die after a month long battle with the most horrific stomach bug imaginable#that makes him shit the bed on the regular until he has to wear a diaper like a little fuckin baby#i want him to be torn apart by wild animals#anyway happy 2023 🥴#a.txt
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Kiss Me Again
CO-WRITTEN WITH @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS
Summary: You discover that Marc has a thing for lipstick
Content: Marc blushing -- Oh mai, domestic shenanigans, lotsa yearning, creampie, explicit sex babeh.
Credit: Inspired form Leslie's gorgeous Love Mark series and in particular this beautiful image. Part of the @moonknight-events Bingo scorecard Challenge: Morning After.
Word count: 3.5k
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There is something about waking up in the morning to the sight of Marc standing in the kitchen.
The sight of that wide back turned to you. His firm shoulders fill out that t-shirt oh-so-perfectly, and you can make out the rounded curve of his bum practically bursting out of his jeans. The familiar rigid stiffness that is stitched into every nook and cranny of his frame while he's standing in front of the stove cooking you breakfast.
It's Sunday today, which means the familiar warm and breadlike smell of pancakes permeates the attic flat. It also means that Marc has let you sleep in.
God, what time is it?
Judging from the brightness of the sun, blinding your eyes, he must've let you sleep in late.
You glance at your wristwatch on the bedside table, squinting your eyes to make out the time.
Fuck! Eleven Twenty-Seven?!?!
You grumble, dragging yourself out of bed, grabbing the neatly folded clothes next to you and pulling them on haphazardly. "Why didn't you wake me? It's nearly noon."
Marc is unmoved by your accusatory tone. He flips the pan with a flashy move, flinging the pancake into the air before catching it with ease, right back into the pan.
"You were tired from last night."
He doesn't turn around, but you don’t need to catch the expression on his face when you can hear the playful smirk in his voice.
And he's not wrong. Marc did wear you out last night. The soreness between your thighs as you're making your way to him would prove as much. As does the state of the bed and its rumpled sheets.
You're practically hobbling your way to the kitchen when you finally manage to join him and perch yourself on a stool near the counter.
From the corner of your eye, Marc turns ever so slightly until you finally catch the amused wry quirk of his lips in person.
"What?"
He doesn't answer you. Just slides the pancake onto a plate, pouring in more batter into the pan, before he brings your plate over to you. Then he looks at you with that same amused expression.
"What is it?" you ask again. Have you suddenly grown horns on your head? Why is he looking at you like that.
Your confusion only adds to his amusement. A huff (that is borderline a laugh) escapes him as he looks at you with a fond expression.
"You're a mess."
Wow. Rude.
You shake your head, your boyfriend never was known for his manners... This boyfriend at least. Steven has the manners of an angelic saint.
Scanning the space, you spot your handbag that's conveniently sitting on the counter and reach for the small pocket mirror, flicking it open.
A deranged Alice Cooper impersonator looks back at you. Mascara running halfway down your face.
Shit.
Okay, Marc might have a point. Your hair looks like a runaway freight train blazed through it, mascara has run halfway down your face, and your lipstick is smeared all over, vivid red splotches and smears dotting your chin and cheeks. How did you even manage that?
You grab a wad of face wipes to take care of the worst of it. Then you glance back up at Marc. He is in considerably much better shape than you are. Hair combed back, already dressed in his regular t-shirt, with his grey jacket and fitted jeans like it's his designated uniform.
That's Marc for you. Unfazed. Un-rumpled. Untouchable.
Your Mr. Tidy, who needs everything to be in its proper place, no matter the time and place. It leaves you craving to achieve the unachievable, to make a mess of him.
Always put together. Always in control. Always has the upper hand on you.
Well… Your eyes drift to his honed cheeks and you can't help but grin at the sight. Almost always.
Today, there's a chink in his tidy armour. A red smear on his throat, matching the ones you just removed from your own face. Unsurprising perhaps, given the way you mauled this throat last night.
"You're a mess too," you counter.
He tilts his head questioningly, and you flip the mirror back at him to let him see the damage.
You expect him to frown. Expect him to grumble and reach for a wipe or scrub off the offending mess with the back of his hand.
Marc does none of that. Instead he freezes, eyes growing wide as he just stares into your pocket mirror.
You don't know how long he just stays like that, frozen in place, and you can practically see the little spinning wheel icon indicating that he brain has stalled out over this new input. It’s fascinating. You have half a mind to just leave him be, curious to see how long it takes his mind to reboot, but then you smell something off in the kitchen. Burnt, like smoke.
"Uhm, Marc? I think... the pancakes are burning."
That snaps him right out of it.
"Shit!"
He leaps into action. In a split of a second, Marc is back at the stove, yanking the offending pan off the heat. He seems a bit off kilter, grumbling to himself as he carries the whole thing to the bin and starts scraping the burnt remains of charcoal pancake off.
The whole scene takes you aback. You don't think you've ever seen Marc just freeze like that. What could have happened?
Was it the mirror? Mirrors serve as a neat conduit for communication between the boys. Perhaps Steven or Jake said something that distracted him?
You watch as he moves back to the sink without so much as a glance in your direction. Hoping for some insight you hop off the stool and walk up next to Marc, but he stiffens unexpectedly at your presence, ducking his face towards the sink, and avoiding your gaze.
Something is off with him. Something is definitely wrong... and--
You don’t see it at first. His head is tilted down, casting a shadow over his cheeks, but you think you see…
Wait wait wait. Is Marc... blushing?
You lean in closer, peering over his shoulder to stare at his face.
"This is distracting. I'm trying to clean," he mutters, tilting his face away from you.
Oh wow!
He is!
Marc is blushing!
Your veins buzz at the revelation. You're so excited by this new development, you don't even connect the dots at first.
He's blushing! Why is he blushing? God knows!
But it’s adorable! You need to know how to make this happen again.
Mirror. You need to get the mirror– Or wait, no. That doesn't make any sense does it? It's not the mirror that made him blush, why would it?
You retrace your step. Not the mirror, must've been something he saw in the mirror. It could have been something Steven or Jake said, but…
You think back to the night before. The way Marc’s dark eyes had gone darker, deep and bottomless, as he watched you get ready to go out. The way his eyes never left your face as you talked, always circling back to… your lips.
Excited to test your new theory, you leave Marc at the sink and head for the corner of the counter where you left your bag, fishing around until you can locate the tube of lipstick.
Yanking off the cap, you nearly end up mashing the red tip with how hard you press it on your lips. That done, you recap the tube and drop it back into the depths of your handbag, and rejoin Marc at the stove where he’s already poured another round of batter into the newly cleaned pan.
He's not looking up at you, eyes glued to the bubbling forming on the half-cooked pancake with strained concentration. But you bet you can change that now that you know what you know.
You tip-toe forward, reaching up to press your lips square centre on his cheek. You keep the contact soft and brief. Just enough pressure that you can make sure you've marked him in red with the shape of your lips.
Marc freezes again bound in shock. His eyes are so startlingly wide, for a moment you could almost mistake him for Steven.
Bingo.
You're grinning so widely it almost physically hurts. "Sorry, I think I got some lipstick on you."
He doesn't respond. If you didn't know better you'd think you'd turn him into stone with that small kiss. But you can see the way his fingers are wrapped so tight around the handle of the pan, the cast iron could crumble from the pressure.
Oh my, this is fun.
Leaning up you do it again. Pressing your lips to his cheek again, inches from where you had before, just as soft. Just as brief, and watch the red mark join the other one.
Marc tenses up all over again. Slowly but surely, you see that gorgeous crimson spread across his cheeks. It's a fascinating sight. And god, it makes you want to paint every inch of his skin in lipstick red, like a blank colouring book.
It takes him entirely too long before he gathers himself again. Eyes blinking rapidly like trying to wake himself from a drunken stupor, before shock is replaced by that familiar grumpy scowl.
"I'm–" he pauses to clear his throat, "I’m trying to make breakfast here."
"So do it," you respond cheekily, leaning in to kiss him again, "Don't let me stop you"
You keep pressing little kisses to his skin, leaving red lip prints all over and delighting in the fact that his face gets hotter with each one. More than a little bit smug to see the pink flush deepen and spread over his cheeks and down his throat.
For once, Marc-nothing-can-faze-me-Spector is struggling to keep his cool, and you are taking entirely too much joy in being the cause of that.
You reach up again, hands cupping his cheeks to tilt him to your mouth and press a kiss against his lips until they are stained bright lipstick red.
Marc remains still, but you can feel the frustration vibrating off the surface tension of his skin.
This time he lets go of the pan, and it clatters loudly back onto the stove.
You step back to the sight of that familiar irritated glare in his eyes even as he's blushing an unfamiliar bright barbie pink on his cheeks. His thumb hovering over his lipstick smeared bottom lip.
At first you think he's going to wipe it away. He doesn't. Instead his thumb just lingers over the mark, hand trembling slightly.
"Stop teasing," he grumbles.
It’s meant to be a warning, you’re sure, but all you feel is excitement of what's to come.
There's a saying isn't there? About not poking a bear with a stick. Except in that scenario it’s because you don't want to anger it and have it maul you, and in the present, that's exactly what you want from Marc.
You step in close again, tilting your face up to deliver another kiss.
All you can hear is a low growl, and then Marc is moving. His hand comes to the back of your neck and reels you into him, so close you can feel the embarrassed heat radiating from his cheek as if it were your own.
Then his lips are on yours, and joy and love surge through you, blending in a dizzying concoction that makes your surroundings spin.
You expect his kiss to be harsh and hungry, but Marc continues where you left off, pressing gentle, nearly chaste kisses to your lips over and over again.
It could almost be innocent if it weren't for the way he's panting against your lips. The way his strong arm wraps around your waist. The way his fingers dig into your hip as he drags your hips against his, crushing you against him until you can feel him—all of him, the length of him hot and hard against your stomach—even through his jeans.
His hand slides down over your hip to your thigh, one firm palm gripping and lifting to hook your leg over one side of his wide hips so he can grind against you. It's desperate and frenzied, the bulge of his cock slotting perfectly between your legs. Pressing forward until you’re so close that you can feel it jerking against you with each shuddering roll of his hips.
And through it all, he kisses and kisses and kisses you, gentle presses that grow just a little bit harder with each one. It sparks through your veins like an ember, heady and sweet until you think you could melt from it.
His lips drag against your own until finally, he parts them. The slight edge of his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, like he wants to devour you whole.
And you'd let him. You’d let him bite in and swallow every morsel of you without resistance, but for some unfathomable reason, he… doesn't.
Instead he stills. Pulls back. Both of you gasping and shaking as you just look at each other.
He doesn't say anything. His gaze drops to your lips, his own parted and trembling.
You're just about to ask him what's wrong, when you realise that nothing is.
You've been together long enough now that you are finally starting to get the hang of hearing the things Marc leaves unspoken. Can read that hesitant look in his eyes and know what he’s thinking.
You know that in this moment all Marc wants is more. That’s what he doesn't know how to say.
Because Marc is still learning to ask for what he wants. And you know that the more he wants something, the less able he is to ask for it. (And the more you want to give it to him.)
And right now, the thing he wants more of is…
"Hang on a tic," you tell him, holding up a single finger. Your voice sounds throaty, but somehow miraculously calm despite the way your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. You reach behind you, scooping up your discarded handbag and plucking your lipstick from it as easy as you please. The small round tube nearly falls into your hand like it's guided by divine inspiration.
Marc's hands tremble on your hips, fingers gripping tight, tighter, tightest until it's almost painful. Somehow that only makes it better.
How many people on this earth can say that they've managed to make Marc Spector tremble?
Somehow your hands are still rock steady. Uncapping the lipstick, you feel his cock jerk hard against your thigh once, and then again as you twist the tube and begin to slick the bright stoplight red onto your lips.
You don't have a mirror. Don't need one. Don’t even have to look to know this is the cleanest application you'll ever manage, for all that your lips were already smeared to hell when you started. Your lipstick is perfect. You can tell by the way Marc is looking at your mouth. Staring at your mouth. Staring at you, like you're a goddess come to life. Every desperate desire he's ever had made flesh, made divine.
Marc Spector makes you feel divine.
Twisting the lipstick back down, you recap it, barely managing to tuck it away in your bag with hands that are just beginning to shake. Then you reach for him.
Framing his face with trembling hands, you lean forward to press a single, perfect kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"There we go," you manage, before the need for him rises up to swallow you whole and your voice goes ragged, unspooling at the edges.
"Now, Marc. Please, now."
You don't need to say more than that. You watch the muscle in his jaw jump as he grits his teeth.
The ground beneath your feet vanishes in an instant, all you feel is Marc's arms wrapped around your waist as he hoists you up against the nearest kitchen counter. Firm, thick thighs framed against your sides as he presses you down against the hard surface. All you hear is the fumbling and swearing as he struggles to get his tight jeans undone and pushed down because his usually-rock-steady hands are trembling.
You’ve never seen him like this. All of him is shaking, every muscle in his body straining, so worked up he's practically vibrating with need. And you feel it too, his desperation seeping into you like a contagion, until you can barely breathe. Until you feel sick with want for him.
You reach down to help him with his fly, the material of his jeans sticky against your fingers, his cock jerking under the fabric at your touch.
"Fuck. Baby," his voice is a raw and ragged thing, dragging in his throat like the air from his lungs has been wrenched from him.
Everything inside you tingles with excitement at his tone. It doesn't matter that you're still sore from last night. That your legs are still wobbly from the pure physical exertion of it. All you want is more. More of this. More of Marc.
Clumsily, you get his zipper down and reach inside. He's hot and hard, the skin velvety smooth and slick, his cock jerking under your touch as you free him.
He shoves a hand between your legs in return, drags the soaked crotch of your knickers to the side, and unceremoniously slides two fingers into you, filling you so perfectly that you gasp at the sensation.
Heat spears through you, your hips bucking forward so hard you nearly fall off the counter, but he's there to hold you down with his weight.
His hips pressing forward. His hand pulls back, knocking yours out of the way so he can grab himself. Line himself up. The slick, fat head of his cock pressing against you.
It's hurried and frantic. Your head spins from the blood rushing through your head so fast your vision blurs.
Then Marc presses inside.
His cock is hot. Slipping into you like a fiery brand. Like the missing heart of you coming home. Burning you from the inside out. You both moan, gasping into each other's mouths.
When did you start kissing again?
You don't know. Why did you even stop? You never want to stop.
You can't move. Can’t think. Can't fucking breathe, but it's okay. You don't need to. Don't need anything except this. His cock pressing into you. Lodging itself inside you until it's as deep as it's possible to go.
You gasp again, and your head falls back, breaking the kiss as pleasure spears though you, sharp and blindingly sweet. It’s too much. It’s perfect.
Marc says something as his hips retreat, but you don’t register what it is, barely realise that he’s spoken.
You don’t register he's talking to you, asking you for something, until he stops moving. You whine, clawing at his shoulders because whatever he wants, the answer is, 'yes.'
"Again," he repeats, and yes, that’s what you want. You want him to fuck you again, but he’s not doing it. Why did he stop?
"Baby," he says, the word scraping its way out of his throat like it's made of broken glass, "Kiss me again."
Oh.
It doesn’t register with you then—not really—the significance of his ask. How unusual it is that Marc is asking you for something that he desperately wants. You’ll remember later. Notice later. But for right now, it doesn't matter, because you want to give him what he wants regardless. You always want to give this man anything and everything he wants.
You lunge forward, his stubble scraping against your lips as you glance off his chin leaving a red smear.
Hot pleasure blooms as he thrusts forward into you.
"Again," he says.
You whine as he pulls back, but you're quicker on the uptake this time. Kissing his throat and get to watch his Adam's apple bob under the red lip print you leave behind, before your vision goes fuzzy with the next overwhelming thrust.
"Again."
You kiss his jaw, and he barely pauses before fucking back into you.
"Again."
His throat, again. and you're rewarded with the hot perfect press of him inside.
"Again."
Everything starts to blur. His words slurring together; your lips barely leaving his skin. The heavy weight of him pushing its way inside you.
You're panting open mouthed against his shoulder, lips sliding and sticking against his skin.
"Again," he demands, even though there's no longer any lull in your movements,
"Again." No break in contact of your lips on his skin.
"Again." No pause in his rhythm.
"Again." No respite from the way the feeling swells. Coils tight, right where his cock is pounding, relentless, into the very centre of you.
"Again."
You can't–
"Again."
Oh god, you’re about to–
"Again. Again. Aga–ngh"
The litany breaks off, words dying, replaced by a strangled groan, when you come hard, your body clamping down, clenching around him.
Through the waves of overwhelming pleasure, you feel the sting of his blunt fingernails digging in too hard at your hips. Hear the tiny, ragged "Oh. Baby. Fuck." that leaves his lips like it's been punched out of him.
You swear you can feel the heavy weight of him swell inside your still-clenching cunt, and then the reflexive, aborted jerk of his hips, as his cock begins to pulse.
He holds you there, tight against him, or maybe you hold him or both of you hold each other, as you shudder there together for long, endless moments.
When it's finally over, he presses one last, gentle kiss to your lips and pulls back.
You watch, heart so full of love for him that your chest aches, as one side of his red-smeared mouth pulls up in a rare, happy smile. You trace the corner of it with one mostly-steady finger, and can't help smiling back.
“Well now," you say, once you're certain your voice won't betray you too badly, "I've made quite the mess of you, haven't I?"
Marc's eyes roam over your face. One warm hand comes up to cup your jaw, and you lean into his touch, letting him drag his thumb over your lips. You can feel it sticking slightly on whatever's left of your lipstick, but what does it matter? It's not like he can make it any worse now, is it?
"Yeah," he says. His thumb lingers. His gaze too. Eyes gone soft and warm the longer he looks at your mouth. "Your mess."
Something constricts in your chest at the words. A deep-rooted, possessive protectiveness that takes hold, then unfurls, spreading everywhere, warm and sweet.
"Yes," you agree, tightening your arms around his back to pull him closer to you. "All mine."
A/N a sequel to the angsty Love Bites where Marc gets his yearning fulfilled. @thirstworldproblemss and I wrote this ages ago before Christmas but then we felt that there needed to be more ✨ yeaaaaarning✨ Hope you had fun reading.
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I've been going bonkers over Megumi x DILF!Reader because I know that boy has some serious daddy issues, having the reader being completely oblivious and doing things that definitely get the boy hot and nervous is MY SHIT.
I would love to see you expand on your writing about DILF/MILF reader with Megumi a bit more
Imagine
Megumi Fushiguro with a DILF!reader
Aged up characters, reader is in theirs 40s, cuz when i say dilf i mean it.
Imagine being the stereotypical dilf. Body broad and covered in a layer of fat, laying on top of strong muscles that comes from many years of physical labor. After moving into the house near the sorcerer campus, maybe after you got divorced, you somehow end up attracting the different sorcerers in the area.
But most of all, Megumi sticks around the most. You don’t truly notice at first, too busy digging around under the hood of whatever junker car you spend your time on, or banging around in your garage or shed like the most stereotypical dilf. But you start seeing him more and more, and at some point, you just start telling him to hand you different tools or help you out with your yard.
The first time you pat him on the back and praise him for helping, he goes bright red and immediately feels how hard he gets. Being oblivious and just thinking hes sticking around to be nice, you just ruffle his hair and move on, unaware of the way Megumi feels like his knees were about to buckle.
The other members from the campus notice pretty quickly where Megumi runs off to each day. Well, maybe not Yuji, but the others figure it out quicker than Megumi wants. Him returning with oil stains and wearing one of your ancient band t-shirts doesn’t help his case though.
Imagine Megumi realizing he has a huge daddy kink because of you. You jokingly say something like “who’s your daddy” after doing some kind of difficult task, and Megumi almost drops the toolbox he’s holding, blood rushing to both his heads, and he has to use the toolbox to cover the throbbing bulge in his pants.
Imagine Megumi coming to you for “dating advice”, since he wouldn’t be able to find it in himself to just make a move on you. Instead, he gets your dating history, and all the moves you pulled to get your ex. When he learns you are also into men, he almost has a heart attack. Maybe you’ve been drinking, having also offered Megumi some, since who are you to stop, and as you a slightly tipsy, you end up describing the best way to go down on someone in bed, and how to make a partner stay just from rocking their world on the regular.
Megumi ends up laying in bed later that night, teary eyed and huffing the shirt you let him borrow that day, his other hand tugging at his aching hard shaft, his entire body shaking and jolting from overstimulation as he made himself come over and over just thinking about you.
Imagine Megumi buying his first personal toy because of you. One day when you are laying by your pool, a pool you built yourself with Megumi’s help, naked as you assume you are alone, and you are too old to feel ashamed of your body. He gets a nice view of your cock, and even though its soft, he stumbles over his feet to hurry back to campus to take care of his very aching problem.
He spends a couple of lust fueled hours finding the perfect shape and size, getting a toy that has your skin tone. The next morning what one might call late post-orgasm clarity hits him. But when Megumi gets the package, he still squirrels it away, ashamed to use it. That is, until you just wind the poor boy up too much, walking around shirtless and sweaty, baseball cap on your head and shorts from your college days.
Imagine Megumi fingers deep in himself as he tries his damnest to suck down the entire length of the toy, tears gathering in his eyes as his gag reflex struggles against the silicone being forced down his throat.
Imagine Megumi clutching the sweaty shirt you had been wearing that day to his nose as he bounces on the toy, his own hard cock bouncing with his movements as he whines and whimpers, licking and sucking at the shirt that tastes and smells just like your sweaty manly musk.
Imagine how lightheaded he gets when he comes, having to choke down the noises he makes so as to not let everyone on campus know what he’s doing. Afterwards Megumi flops down on the bed, his entire frame shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm as he pants into the sheets. His shaft gives another twitch when he takes another inhale of your shirt, the spikey haired sorcerer pushing himself up again, sinking down on the toy once more even as his insides throb from sensitivity.
Megumi would be too nervous and flushed around you to make a move on his own, at least when you are sober. But if you happen to be a little more than tipsy one day, sitting on your couch, trying to find something worth to watch on the tv, he might find the bravery and balls to crawl into your lap. If you ask about it the next day, he can just act like it was something your mind made up, right? So for now, he could indulge himself, grinding against you like a pup in heat, panting into your neck as your strong large hands grope at his hips and ass, your deep voice rumbling praise in his ear.
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SNK Men - Climaxing Voices - Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Zeke [nsfw]
Eren gasps.
Every time, he thinks he has got you down. Every time, you manage to take his breath away. Fingertips drip down his washboard abdomen - slow, warm syrup. Tangling his strands in your fist, a hundred little stings make his head spin. Each of your touches yanks an inhale from the shallows of his throat. Each of those gasps - an unconscious reward to your consciousness. The raw fluster, steep pitch, and innate shock of his breaths construct a fine symphony to your sex. Accelerating along with the ascent towards his peak. Loudening as the coherence of his thoughts die down. Choking on himself and the pleasure you bring him.
Armin hyperventilates.
Insane blush across his twitching face. Fingernails dug deep into the mattress, clinging to anything that might help through this. Arms weak and trembling after many minutes perched above you. At first, his hyperventilation incites panic, but the strength of his symptoms slings you to reassurance. Red dilutes in his chest. Gentle ripples in his torso. Lip that dances between strain and bliss. More than anything else, the warmth that fills your insides. His heat seeps to your deepest depths, a pleasure that neither of you can deny - no matter how much strife his labored breaths may suggest.
Jean swears.
Teeth clenched in resistance - an attempt to keep those words within, to keep himself together. Grit hard, lips trembling, you cannot help but lift your arm to his face and cup his head in your hand. Watching him work towards climax, you are overwhelmed with admiration, pity, and the desire to coax him through it. Gentle words dwell on the tip of your tongue, but are outrun by the swears that spill off his. Fuck! Jean hisses, sending shivers down your spine. Oh god, how amazing he sounds. Shit… Shit! Before tonight, you could count on one hand the times you had heard him curse, always careful to keep things clean around you. Tonight, though, he can’t fucking help himself. Waves of pleasure wash away his standards as he flows into you.
Levi grunts.
Strong. Capable. Invincible. They were the words others used to describe him, and until this very moment, you had, too. Before you got in bed, you labeled Levi that way for years. It was only after hours of sex that he, and therefore your understanding, began to dismantle. His breaths had been even, relaxed, regular, but as the buck of his hips grows frantic, so does his voice. Muscle spasms make his waves build and crash at an unpredictable pace. Yet, you are the one demanding the most of him. More precisely, your pleasure. For you, he would endure to the point of sweat, soreness, and most of all, revealing his most vulnerable self. Each fuck had drawn strains of his tendons, grits of his teeth, and now grunts that turn your blood icy and core fiery. Sharp inhales and exhausted exhales fall to your ear and speak straight to your mind: only you could bring him down, and for only you would he wear himself out to this end. To witness stress and exertion in someone you regarded as unbreakable set your sex ablaze. It is not his orgasm for which he labors, but it comes as a secondary side effect to yours.
Erwin moans.
It feels good. It feels good. Calm collectedness has every other minute of his every other day. With you, Erwin is allowed to unwind. Nights in bed, that loosening takes another form, the rawest one. Pure yet filthy moans straight from his diaphragm, through his throat, past his distantly parted lips. The depth of his voice is so heavy, it seems to saddle the room. With each fuck he gives, his voice rains down on you. Gallons of honey - sweet to hear this side of him. At the same time, an iron dumbbell dropped on your stomach - scary when your six-foot man is brought to his knees. Soaring confidence when you realize that the reason for it is you.
Reiner groans.
A lovely, difficult game. Endless tests of strength. An endurance round of pleasure. Reiner adores the strain, but it does not make him immune to it. His calves are weakening, having pushed off the bedframe this many times. His forearms are rock-solid, supporting his stance. Biceps flexed as he brings himself back and forth, in and out again. It is not easy, but he does not pretend that it is. In fact, yet though he won’t admit it, the excuse to voice himself is one of his favorite aspects. Groaning in exertion. Groaning in endurance. Pulled in two taut directions: working for your orgasms and trying to delay them. Eventually, it is you, though, who brings mercy to his battle. Ankles knotted at the small of his back bring him over the brink and spill him into you.
Zeke chuckles.
Maddening and succulent. Irritating and magnificent. You have exceeded his expectations, but that delight is at war with his need to be right. He never thought you would taste this good, feel this good, your perfection a hard contrast to his prior conceptions - formulated by the disappointments found in all others. His blood rushing, head spinning. On the brink of orgasm. On the brink of a mental breakdown. Zeke can do nothing but chuckle. It is the first time you have heard him laugh, yet the last of all settings in which you expected to. His voice is deep and arid, somehow smooth from out his throat - ran raw from dirty talk. As his climax dawns, humor dissolves into satisfaction - sounds that are neither laughs nor moans. Senses deprived - pleasure fulfilled - by you.
// masterlist //
#snk men#eren x reader#armin x reader#jean x reader#levi x reader#erwin x reader#reiner x reader#zeke x reader#eren#armin#jean#levi#erwin#reiner#zeke#anlian writes#my writing#smut#headcanon#2023#alias's
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Malleus x f!reader
Mating (this man is in heat),Rough cause that's all ik to do, my first ever malleus piece 😋 cause im in love with him
Implied breeding
Not proofread 👍
Anyways hope you enjoy 🩷or something
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Malleus has never been a harsh person or exactly rough in bed
But on those times whenever it's "mating season"
Just say bye to any sort of soft sex with him
Smut below here 🤧
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For you it was a regular day going as it usually did you met up with ace to talk about god knows what and you left back to your dorm
Little did you know malleus was watching from a good distance and now that it's that season he's been really jealous of anything/anyone that gets to spend time with you
But you didn't know that you didn't know he was watching and was slowly losing his shit
Over any guy that you talked to
Since malleus was always prepared for this type of stuff and since it came unexpectedly he didn't tell you about anything cause he thought it might be weird
But oh were you in for a surprise when you had decided to visit him
You normally visit him whenever you get the time or almost everyday
So today didn't feel as weird when you visited him and today you wanted to wear one of those nice outfits that mal has given you,maybe thinking it might be a good surprise
So you headed on over to dorm
When you got there you'd normally see someone just chilling in the lounge but you didn't
So you made your way to malleus's room and knocked
But he didn't answer
So you tried the door and you noticed it was open so you went in and in that room was malleus in his bed
Covered in layers of blankets sweating from head to toe
"Malleus! Are you okay? Sick?" You asked
"You shouldn't be here" he said in a raspy voice a bit weaker
"What why?" You asked concerned coming closer to him and sat on the bed not too far from him
"I need you" was all he said back
Before basically jumping on you and kissing you harshly, as you where frozen cause you didn't even realize how fast he was
He started kissing you and trailing down to your neck and started sucking and biting, normally he wasn't harsh at all but he was using his full strength not to rip all your clothes off right now
He asked if you where okay with what's going to happen and then it caught you
Now you had realized that he was in heat or mating season (or whatever)
But you couldn't just leave him like this to suffer and since this might last a while on him
So you gave him your full permission to do whatever he pleases with you, thankfully malleus has some decency<3
So he started to take off your clothes as he did you rapped your legs around his waist
He started to play with you like sucking your tits and he placed one finger in your entrance Which was added on with two more
Cause you didn't realize this man apparently grows in size whenever it's mating time (malleus x3 idk however big u want you get)
So now you already where a moaning mess grabbing on to anything close like a pillow or the sheets
Not to mention the tears that where already streaming down
He continues to play with you until you came on his fingers so he pulled them out and stared licking
So he got down and started eating you out making sure to leave no drop as you muffled your noises with the pillow to not make anyone else hear
As he started massaging your clit with his thumb and the other hand massaging your boobs
He started basically tongue fucking you since his was long af
And so you came in his tongue, tasting your sweat from here he couldn't get enough
So he pulled his tongue out licking off any remainders and started kissing you, you let in already
And he started to put his tip in your tongue
Fucked cunt
Even the feel of his tip made you get shivers everywhere since you already where so sensitive
He slowly inched in you felt the stretch of his big cock since in heat it gets bigger isn't that wonderful
As he was half way in you grapped his horns as a support and he lifted your bottom half for a better reach in
Once he was fully in you where out of breath, shaking and crying and seeing the bulge he couldn't hold back
He slowly started pulling in and out with his pace getting faster as he kept going
You grabbed his horns shoulders anything to keep you up
He was fucking you so harshly :(
You couldn't even feel anything but pleasure
He was basically fucking you into to mattress
As he violently fucked your cunt all you could do is scream and hide them in the pillow
The more you grabbed his horns the more turned on he gets
But even after you came so many times he's yet to cum you started biting him and even after a while you had gone completely brain fucked too only a bit of human decency stayed with you
As you has changed positions so many times
And when he did come in you he didn't hold back he basically filled you to the brim some leaking out but he wouldn't allow that now would he
So he would fuck it back into you <3
Now he was satisfied and how Long where you two going at it, for about a few hours
You had already passed out and he was too intoxicated with you to leave your side
You definitely can't walk for a while
And once you woke up all you felt was sticky all over especially in-between your thighs, malleus has yet to wake so you tried to walk to the bathroom and failed
Thankfully to your beloved Malleus who scents that you moved he woke and helped you clean off
And you know who was waiting for you two outside Malleus's room?
Lilia!
Good luck explaining the noises to him (he knows he just wants to fuck with them)
So as Malleus and You are sat outside, you with a flushed face and Malleus scrambling to say anything
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The end I'm too lazy to continue you gotta convince me.
Thanks for reading ig 👍
This took me about 34 minutes to make
YES I'M GONNA WRITE MORE SOON CAUSE I HAVE FREE TIME :3
(Shout out to school being closed for Christmas)
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OBSESSED
SUMMARY: you and jack had been dating for around nine months now, and recently his ex has been coming back around. this causes you to go on a social media stalking rampage, and soon you become a little obsessed with her.
PAIRINGS: jack hughes x fem!reader
WARNINGS: social media stalking, shit talking exes, use of jenna and nicole (nicole is a real person tho!!! bratters gf), use of (y/n)
if i told you how much i think about her, you’d think i was in love. and if you knew how much i looked at her pictures, you would we’re best friends.
It wasn’t hard to figure out who jack’s ex was. The way he seemed to barely look her way when one of his teammates brought up the fact she was at the game. Instead of sporting a devils jersey, like she used to, she was wearing a rangers jersey, and holding a sign for a rangers player.
it also wasn’t hard to immediately become jealous of her when jack’s teammates talked about how she used to always show up to games. it almost made you feel.. belittled. especially because you had a job, you couldn’t always make jacks games, but he understood that.
by the time the game ended and you sat on a bench, waiting for jack, you’d already find yourself scrolling through her instagram. you looked at every picture, how she was such a pretty blonde. short, tan, blonde, the stereotypical puck bunny. but she knew puck.
for the next fifteen minutes— she stayed on your mind.
‘cause i know her star sign, i know her blood type, i’ve seen every movie she’s been in and god she’s beautiful. i know you loved her, and i know i’m butt hurt— but i can’t help it, no i cant help it.
of course as soon as you and jack got home, you began to search her up online. so invested in your research, when you and jack ‘went to bed,’ you carefully snuck out of the man’s arms and back to your laptop.
she was an actress, of course she was an actress. she starred in a few movies, she was amazing. you bit your nail before quickly exiting the tabs as you heard your boyfriend’s footsteps.
“baby what are you doing up? it’s 12:44, come back to bed.” he spoke, hand rubbing his eyes.
you stood up from the stool and walked over to him, your body pressing against his as your arms wrapped around his torso.
“sorry love, i was just finishing up work.” you lied.
jack just hummed and the two of you went back to your bedroom. your mind began to cloud with thoughts, thoughts of her and jack. did jack treat her the exact same way he treated you? was anything special or was it shared? you know he loved her at one point, but now he loved you, so why stay butt hurt?
i’m so obsessed with your ex, uh huh. i know she’s been asleep on my side of your bed, and i can feel it. i’m staring at her, like i wanna get hurt. and i remember every detail you have ever told me, so be careful baby. IM SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR EX!
it was the second game against the rangers, this time and away game. the blonde was sat in the regular stands while you were in the WAGs suite. you could see her from where you sat, and your eyes burned holes in the back of her head.
thats the woman who had jacks heart before you, the woman who slept on your side of the bed, the woman who cheated on him twice. oh you knew a lot— especially from what jack told you.
“she cheated on me with some guy on the rangers— a real work of art, both of them.” jack told you.
you didn’t realize you were zoning out until nicole, one of the other WAGs, placed a hand on your shoulder.
“you alright there lovie? you seem to be staring at something down there a little too hard.” she asked.
your eyes flickered to her. “yeah im fine— just zoned out. when i get too excited it happens.”
nicole smiled. “well— hopefully our boys can kick the rangers ass. im tired of jenna constantly texting me to rub it in my face that we lost. im not even her friend.”
jenna was jacks ex. that was her name, jenna. she was still texting some of the devils girls? even after everything? you almost laughed, but instead you out on a confused look.
“jenna?” you pretended not to know her.
“oh shes jacks ex— we can’t stand her, especially after what she did to the boy.” nicole told you.
good to know.
she’s got those lips, she’s got those hips, the life of every fuckin’ party. she’s talented, she’s good with kids, she even speaks kindly about me..
the devils won, which called for a celebration in some random club. even though you were still in new york, people congratulated the team on the win. maybe they hated the rangers too, or they were islander fans. you didn’t really expect some of the rangers to show up though, and especially not jenna.
her lips popped with the bright red lip stick she adorned. her hips swayed with every step she took in that mini silver dress. in that moment, she became the life of the party. in that moment, you felt your hands wrap around your body.
that didn’t last for long though, especially not when jack was there. his body pressed against yours as you both danced to the music. his hands gripping your waist, your arms slung around his neck. the sloppy kisses he pressed to your jaw. you had this, she didn’t.
but she had to ruin it. “wow you are so pretty!” her voice rang out. this caused jack to slowly, irritatedly pull away. your hands fell down to his arms as the smile on your face slowly turned fake.
“oh thank you.. uh do i know you?” jacks hand squeezed your waist.
jenna gave a look to jack, which you caught, before looking back at you. “one of jacks exes. you are?” she spoke.
“his girlfriend.”
and i know you love me, and i know it’s crazy.. but every time you call my name, i think you mistake me for her. you both have moved on, you don’t even talk. but i can’t help it, i got issues, i can’t help it baby.
“(y/n), baby?” jacks voice rang through the apartment. your body tensed slightly as his voice, scared that maybe he said the wrong name and that maybe you were just another jenna.
“(y/n)? have you seen my shirt?” he spoke loudly.
you sighed through your nose, “which one?”
jacks footsteps padded on the floor. you hid a smile as you sat at the kitchen island. you expected him to speak, but instead his arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to let out a laugh.
“well it seems to be right here, isn’t that right?” he pinched at the fabric that draped over your body.
you feigned a look of innocence. “oh, you meant this one?” you smiled.
“when did you put this one on, pretty girl?” he asked you.
“it was the first shirt i found this morning. i dont find it to be too endearing walking around naked.”
jacks lips met the side of your neck, as his hands ran up and under his shirt that you wore. “mm, i dont know, i think that would be pretty nice.”
you let out a laugh as your hand reached back to play with his hair. “and let some random people see me? no thank you.”
“i guess you’re right, wouldn’t want anyone to see whats for my eyes only.” he spoke.
you hummed, feeling his kisses move to your jaw and become sloppier. “lets take this shirt off you, shall we?”
your thoughts disappeared as he dragged you to your room. there was no way he didn’t love you, not after the way he just worshipped you. oh no, he was yours, but his ex was still someone who made you worry.
is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed? do you think about her? no, im fine, it doesn’t matter tell me, is she easy-going? never controlling? well-traveled? well read? oh god, she makes me so upset! im so obsessed with your ex!
as jack left for practice, you couldn’t help but wonder about his ex. the last few questions that ran through your mind. she wasn’t friends with nicole or any of the girls, but what about his friends? her and trevor followed each other, same with her and cole.
does jack think about her often? last night at the club she seemed to piss him off by coming up to you both, maybe thats all? maybe he thinks about how much he hates her? or maybe he misses her— oh god was she good in bed?
was she easy-going? you were easy-going. so who cared. never controlling? you werent that controlling, the only thing you didnt want jack doing was liking random models pictures, and that was a set boundary because he said the same thing about random male models or hockey players (besides friends of course— for the both of you).
god jenna barely did anything to you and she made you so upset. pissed— frustrated, made you wanna pull your hair out.
you were obsessed.
im unable to tag everyone!
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jotaro and boobies
ft. kujo jotaro x gn!reader (headcanons + scenario)
content warnings: 4taro, fluff, jotaro being a cute pookie, suggestive (? but just to be sure), reader has boobs, just some corny shit i decided to write, not beta read
wc: 1127
while i definitely agree that he's a thigh man, he appreciates boobies too!
any size, any kind, his hands WILL fit
sometimes or most of the time it's not even sexual, he just likes to touch them because he likes the feel of them
a free stress ball for him if you will
at this point your bras are useless, what's the point of having them when his hands are RIGHT THERE
would be willing to be your bra if he could tbh
he's kinda obsessed with them and would be glad if you're down to prance around your shared apartment with no top on
on a particularly really stressful day, he just wants to lay his hands on your boobies and call it a day
maybe squish them but not too much
would probably fall asleep while he holds them
the hold he has on them is really comfortable, this man's hands are the perfect cups (hah, see what i did there, ok bye)
jotaro came home later than usual due to some deadlines that he had to catch from office. while this is not unusual, today is particularly draining for him since his research partner decided to be more difficult than they were before.
"you're still awake," was the first thing he said the moment he entered the door. the sight before him is welcoming and cozy. with you sitting comfortably on the couch with your pajamas and socks and the comforter hanging around really made you look inviting. immediately, he somehow felt his shoulders lighten up a bit.
his voice made you look in his direction and he could clearly see how happy you were to finally see him home, safe and sound. these are the mundane things he looks forward to every day. the domesticity makes his heart full and happy, and while he'd be damned to admit it out loud, it's something that he wouldn't trade for the world.
you stood up and walked up to him to greet him with a chaste kiss on the lips, "welcome home, darling, food's waiting for you in the dining table, come?" jotaro nods to your invitation. you held his hands as you gently guide jotaro towards the dining room. the patter of your sock-clad feet as you walk sounds relaxing, he thinks.
"the food is a little cold but we can heat it up," you said as you sat, "this is fine, i'm starving," you knew what he said is extremely true since you noticed that he immediately inhaled the food served in front of him.
jotaro must have noticed that despite being seated with him, you were not eating, "why aren't you eating?" he asked out of concern.
"i already ate a while ago, i just want to make sure you'll have a hearty dinner since you seem tired when you came in," your answer made pause as he chewed his food.
he cannot believe how lucky he got. if he told his teenage self that he would find love that will wait for him until the sun sets and prepare him a meal ready to eat when he comes home, dote on him on the regular and makes him feel special, he would've been beaten up.
"something wrong, dear?"
your voice seems to snap jotaro out of his thoughts. he shakes his head and continues on with his dinner.
by bedtime, jotaro settles himself in bed while trying to read a book. while the dinner and shower he had earlier somehow let some tension out, he cannot help but feel like it's not enough. something is still weighing his heart down and he couldn't shake it away even if he tries.
the comfortable silence in your bedroom is suddenly interrupted by your phone.
"what's that?"
"oh, i'm just watching a drama that i started yesterday,"
jotaro hummed as acknowledgment. while he would like to stay up with you and keep up with your interests, the yawn he let out thinks otherwise.
"you should sleep now sweetheart, you're pretty tired today, i'll wear my earphones so you won't get bothered," you didn't hear an answer from him, instead, you felt him shift on the bed and put his arms around your waist. a smile was brought up on your face. such a simple gesture yet you know it's jotaro's way of saying that he appreciates you even in his worst days.
a few minutes passed, the silent whirl of your air conditioner enveloped your room. while all is well and cozy, jotaro still couldn't help but feel like something is missing. exhaustion from his body telling him to sleep, the warmth of your body beside his, the early call time that he has to meet tomorrow, yet none of those things were enough to make him fall asleep.
until jotaro had an idea.
he initially thinks it's stupid but it's worth a try.
while you were focused on the show that you were watching, you felt jotaro poking your shoulders.
"what's wrong, why aren't you asleep yet?" you asked jotaro while you take your earphones off.
there was a slight pause in the air and you swear you feel the hesitation but opt to let him speak once he's ready.
"can i– can i touch your breast?" jotaro feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. he feels like a stupid teenager for asking such a ridiculous request.
while you were shocked to say the least, entertaining a simple request from your beloved shouldn't be a problem
"okay," jotaro could practically hear the amusement on your voice but he couldn't care less. once the green light is given to him, you can feel his calloused yet gentle hands go under your shirt and towards your boobs.
you feel him cup you breast gently, "is this fine?" you gave him a subtle nod. it's actually quite comfortable, you thought. his hands provided warmth and his hold is gentle enough not to hurt you, like his hand is a mold of your bosom.
you can hear jotaro release a sigh of relief in your ear and felt him cuddle closer towards you.
the two of you stayed that way while you continuously watch your show until some time, you felt his hold from your chest loosen, indicating that he finally fell asleep.
you smile at the thought and decided to close your phone and shut your eyes, ready to meet jotaro in your dreams.
ever since that faithful night, jotaro always asks if he could touch your breasts from time to time while you cuddle or take a nap if his day gets too overwhelming for him.
and you couldn't be any happier to oblige to his request.
#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#jotaro fluff#jotaro x reader#jotaro x you#jjba fluff#jjba x you#jjba x reader#jojo's bizarre adventure x you#jotaro x y/n
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Sweet Creature
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (plus platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader)
Author’s note: holy shit thank you for your ideas this is my favorite. also i put it in the tags of darlin’ i’d wait for you BUT there is a beautiful easter egg in the baby’s first and middle name and the first person to tell me what it is gets a kiss on the mouth
Summary: “Helping one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.” - Jo March, Little Women aka Ellie rescues you and Joel [1.3k]
Warnings: newborn DRAMA, post-partum anxiety if you squint, Joel being a softie for his daughters
"C'mon, Charlie girl, you've gotta help us out." You mumble as you bounce your crying baby around the room. It's been an hour of her crying nonstop, and you've tried everything. Nursing, changing her diaper, changing her clothes, burping, changing the room's temperature, and playing music. You even went as far as to check her for any injuries that you may have missed. You're not sure what kind of trouble your one-week-old could've gotten into to warrant an injury, but you're exhausted, and it seemed to make sense.
Joel woke up with her first, as he has done every night since you gave birth, so you had the chance to get some rest. Recovery has been rough for you, and he's already doing so much for you. He and Ellie barely let you get out of bed most days because they want to ensure you take the time to heal. Even though the thought is nice, you wake up and listen when Joel gets up with her every time. It's not that you don't trust him. It's that you're already the world's lightest sleeper, and Joel is deaf in one ear and is rarely aware of just how loud he is. You also don't mind secretly watching as he lays her on his bare chest in the low light of your room, singing to her or explaining what he's doing for her to engage her little brain. He's caught you staring at least twice since she's come home.
But tonight was different. She woke up crying and was pretty much inconsolable until Joel brought her over to you. She nursed for a minute or two before wrenching away from you and screaming. Since then, you and Joel have been taking turns trying to get her to go back to sleep. It's hard having a newborn with two capable parents. You have no idea how you had a baby as a single mom.
"D'you wanna try to feed her again?" Joel asks as he stands next to you, disheveled and overwhelmed but trying his best to comfort the both of you.
"I don't know," you shake your head, your throat starting to feel like sandpaper. You were always the more emotional person in your relationship, but postpartum emotions are nothing compared to your regular ones. "I don't know what's wrong." You cry. Joel touches your back and makes a sympathetic noise as tears fall down your face.
"Let me take her for a little bit so you can sit down, okay?" He suggests as he carefully takes Charlie from you. She chuffs at the transition before going right back to screaming her head off. You sit on the edge of the bed and watch as he holds her like a football and hums what sounds like Hank Williams to her. You'd be surprised if she could even hear him over her own crying, and you take a deep breath, racking your brain for what could be wrong.
"What are you doing to her?" Ellie asks as she walks into the room, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She's wearing one of Joel's shirts and hand-me-down shorts from Maria, and her hair is as messy as Joel's. If you weren't still crying, you think you'd probably laugh.
"She's just a little fussy. You can go back to bed." Joel says, but she shakes her head and walks over to where he's standing with Charlie.
"What's going on, bug? Huh?" She asks, crouching to look at Charlie's tired, sad eyes. She may have your eye shape, but she got those heartbreaking brown eyes from Joel. When she cries like this, they look like the saddest puppy dog eyes in the world. "D'you want me to try?" Ellie asks, and Joel shoots you a look.
You've been very intentional about not putting too much pressure on Ellie to help with the baby. She's sixteen, and she shouldn't have to be burdened with that if she doesn't have to be. You told her she could help as much or as little as she wanted, but she took it upon herself to help more often than not. You just didn't want her to wake up for midnight cry sessions or feel like she had to be put in a parenting position. She's still a kid.
"It's worth a shot," Joel says, and you shrug, way too tired to argue with him. He carefully passes Charlie to Ellie, who cradles her close and pushes her hair out of her face. Joel stays nearby in case she decides to hand the baby off, but he doesn't intrude on their moment.
"Hey, it's alright. You let it all out," Ellie says as she sways. Her fingers muss Charlie's hair, and she's quieting down. Not a lot, but enough to see it as crying instead of blood-curdling screaming. "I've got you, sweet girl." Ellie's hand moves to her chest, gently scratching and rubbing little circles into Charlie's onesie, and like magic, she stops crying. She turns her little head toward Ellie and yawns big and long like we kept her up. You sigh in relief and tip your head up to the ceiling as silence fills the room. Your ears are still ringing, and your body hurts, but it's quiet.
It would be easy to claim that Charlie calmed down because Ellie's wearing one of Joel's worn shirts or that she just finally hit a wall and fell asleep, but you like to think she was just missing her sister. Joel looks between Ellie and Charlie in disbelief, mumbling "shit" under his breath. "What can I say? She loves me." She shrugs, and you quietly laugh as she walks over to the rocking chair in the corner and curls up with Charlie. She snags the yellow blanket one of the older women in town knitted for you off the back of the chair and drapes it around them. You would think they've known each other for centuries.
Joel is still standing in the middle of the room, his curls a mess on top of his head, as his sleep-deprived brain tries to piece together what happened. He scratches at his stubbly jaw and shakes his head as he thinks. "You don't have to stay up with her. I can put her back in the crib." Joel offers, and you watch her hold on Charlie get a little tighter.
"It's gonna take me a long time to fall asleep. You guys should get some rest. I've got her," Ellie says, a smile pulling at her lips. "Besides, I like hanging out with her." You would cry again if you had the energy, but you don't. Instead, you crawl back into bed and get comfortable. Joel looks to you for confirmation, always looking for your approval as the mother of his child before making any decisions, but you're already half-asleep again.
"If she's volunteering, I'm not gonna stop her," you mumble into your pillow. "Just don't fall asleep."
"Sir, yes, sir," Ellie says. They may have stayed up talking. You're not sure, but when you wake up, Ellie is between you and Joel in bed, and Charlie is in her crib. She's tucked under the arm Joel is using to hold your waist as he sleeps, and her hand is on his chest. He's snoring lightly as he holds you both, perfectly content to cuddle with his girls in bed. You smile and kiss each of their heads before falling asleep again.
You vaguely remember fearing how the new baby would affect Joel and Ellie's relationship and worrying if Ellie and the baby would get along. You don't know exactly why Charlie was crying last night or why she calmed down so fast once Ellie had her, and you don't need to.
Sometimes a girl just needs her sister.
Sometimes a father just needs to baby his sixteen-year-old a little longer.
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TEACHER/PROFESSOR!DAZAI HC'S PART 2
ʚїɞ There are hc's just about teacher Dazai but also some including reader once again so-
ʚїɞ Dazai x reader
ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!
ʚїɞ word count: 785
ʚїɞ Part 1
ʚїɞ My current ongoing Christmas event
ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just some regular fluff and stuff
ʚїɞ The first part was more liked than I thought damn
ཐིཋྀ If you want to find him outside of the lesson there are 3 options if he isn’t in the classroom
ཐིཋྀ One would be that he’s in Chuuya’s classroom to annoy him (many students wonder why he goes there when they claim to hate each other)
ཐིཋྀ The second one would be that he’s gone to the teacher's lounge probably annoying Kunikida
ཐིཋྀ Or the third option, the lil shit is wandering around the halls so you need to count on sheer luck to find him
ཐིཋྀ Everyone wonders whether he comes to work with bed hair everyday because he's too lazy to brush it out or his hair is naturally messy
ཐིཋྀ HE WOULD HAVE HIS HAIR UP IN A PONYTAIL VERY OFTEN SO IT DOESN’T GO INTO HIS EYES VBDWIBWJWDAEDIVAD
ཐིཋྀ In winter he makes it look like he has a new sweater/shirt everyday, but he simply styles it differently (Motivation comes from the amusement he gets after confusing the students)
ཐིཋྀ He so would wear jewelry like necklaces, earrings, and rings (he wore all his rings outside of the gloves besides the marriage band until his marriage was revealed to the students, after that, it joined the other rings on top and not under the material)
ཐིཋྀ Chuuya even gets him new jewelry every few months, even if there isn't a special occasion
ཐིཋྀ He wanted to make one of those charts with stars or other shapes for specific things like ‘you get a star if you give your work in on time’ to give out good grades practically for free but the school didn't allow him
ཐིཋྀ Students would love that idea, because who wouldn't want free good grades
ཐིཋྀ Actually, I think the school would let him do the chart thing in his first year, but said ‘no’ later
ཐིཋྀ His classroom would be decorated for different occasions, no doubt on that one
ཐིཋྀ He and Chuuya once came to work in each other's clothes and literally everyone was so lost on why they lost a bet to you
ཐིཋྀ Whenever he's in as a substitute, he makes it so damn fun that no student even thinks of skipping because they would miss absolute tea
ཐིཋྀ He always has pens/pencils for the students to borrow if they need it
ཐིཋྀ During his first few years, a student would get expelled every year from his class due to their stupid decision to flirt with him because they wanted better grades or needed to pass
ཐིཋྀ Speaking of that, a student flirted with you once (a small passing crush) and you had to stop Dazai from expelling them for that😭✋
ཐིཋྀ One time, he randomly called in, saying he couldn't go in. It was obvious he wasn't sick but he hung up before anyone could ask questions
ཐིཋྀ You were sick, that's the reason
ཐིཋྀYou brought cookies the first time you visited Dazai’s class to actually meet the students, and immediately, they held you in high regard because ’Professor Dazai’s spouse brought a cookie for every single student in his class, and you just can’t dislike someone who gives cookies because they wanted to make sure they seem nice’
ཐིཋྀ You wanted to bring ice cream but you realized early on how much it would need to be and decided on cookies instead
ཐིཋྀ The students would be absolutely jealous of Dazai’s bentos when they saw them, no matter whether it was before they knew about you or after
ཐིཋྀ If it was before, they would always ask where he got them and he would give a random street name, just for the students to realize it was something completely different once they checked out the actual address
ཐིཋྀ If it’s after they found out, I can guarantee that some students straight up asked or even offered money to have a bento made by you💀
“It looks so delicious [random name]!”
“You still shouldn’t have asked his spouse to make you food.”
“You’re acting like the professor knows I asked about it.”
“And you’re acting like it’s not obvious that I’ve been told about that.”
ཐིཋྀ Yes, he scared those 2 students in the middle of the lecture and assigned extra work for the one that asked you for food
ཐིཋྀ Dazai gatekeeps your meals from most people, he would from everyone if it wasn't for the fact that he knows it would make you sad to be unable to give food to your friends😭
ཐིཋྀ You sometimes give Dazai 2 or more bentos than just one if you know that one of the other professors didn't make food for the day (if the other person is Chuuya, you need to tell the ginger that Dazai has another bento with him or he won't get it because of Dazai not bothering to tell him or giving it to him)
Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated
@kissesmellow21 @deonsx @sukiischaotic (I hope you 3 won't mind the tagging <3)
#writing this was more fun that it should#I should listen to teachers in school but no#I write fanfics instead#bsd x reader#bsd x gender neutral reader#bsd x y/n#bsd x you#x reader#dazai x reader#dazai x you#dazai x y/n#dazai osamu bsd#bsd#bsd dazai#dazai osamu
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Hiya, sweetpie! ♥
I've been thinking about being in a relationship with Alpha Dabi and Omega Shigaraki (hope you haven't explored this idea previously)
Hi, Douma! Thank you for requesting love <3 I'm very happy to see you here. I had never explored ABO before, so this was really fun!
CONTENT WARNING: NSFW, sex mentions. It's kinda implied that it's bit of a poly relationship since I wasn't sure if you wanted them separated or together at the same time.
Alpha Dabi and Omega Shigaraki with you
• Omega Shigaraki didn't quite had the opportunity to nest as a kid, which is bad considering all Omegas start nesting at a young age. He is not very sure of how to do it, nor if he is doing it right. Tenko likes to take your clothes from time to time, specially shirts and hoodies, to build his little safe space: pillowcases, sheets, blankets... he just takes what he can and tries to make it pass as a nest. It's endearing, really, specially when you find him curled up and sleeping after a long evening gaming. You keep a secret photo album of him sleeping.
• He is very sensitive to your scent, normally asking you not to wear perfumes because he likes how you smell. It bothers him that Dabi is an Alpha because his scent tends to compete with yours. Omega Tomura is also very whiny and needy when it comes to you, specially during his heats. He drags you to his nest and cuddles you to his heart's content, even if it's embarrassing for him (of course sometimes it'smore than cuddling).
• Talking about heats with Shigaraki, you'll be busy for a while. Dabi hates when Shigaraki gets his heat because his own hormones go bonkers, and Shiggy doesn't let Dabi near you until he's done. You spend a lot of silent nights making that man whine and cry while you satiate his need of uh- yeah.
• You have to clean the stuff of his nest with regularity after his heats because it just ends up being a nasty mess-
• Alpha Dabi also has his perks, specially when it comes to being protective of you. He is shameless whenever he talks about you, sending dirty smirks and making innuendos when a friend (or Shigaraki) ask where you are: "Oh, they're just sleeping in my bed. If you catch my drift..." "Last time I saw them they are between my legs, haven't seen them today-"
• Dabi doesn't understand Shigaraki's need of a nest but he tries to be nice about it since you insist. He often asks if you need a nest too (that, of course, depends on your type). If you happen to be an Alpha or a Beta, he'll just tease by saying "he'll build you a nest to fuck you nice and good"; if you're an Omega, he's more responsible and actually tries to make and effort with your nest (fails, but he tries).
• Touya is the kind of Alpha that is always rubbing on you, he doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself. It doesn't matter that Shigaraki complains about his scent on your body, he will make sure everyone can smell him on you.
• His ruts are... intense. You need quite the endurance to stand his stamina, and he will not waste a second to take what's his by right. During this time, he doesn't allow Shigaraki to spend a lot of time with you, often leading to arguments that are solved with long steamy make-out sessions and too many hands on your body.
• Alpha Dabi likes to make you wear his jacket when other Alphas are around (specially if you happen to be an omega), he thinks you look ridiculously cute with it. Also the kind that gives you dumb nicknames thinking they are cool but they're lame and sappy.
• Being stuck in the middle with these two sometimes allows you to see some unique dynamics you never expected to see between the two. Alpha Dabi and Omega Shigaraki tend to act like brothers from time to time: they fight for your attention, one wants to shit on the other, they snitch when they make a mistake to be your favorite... "OK, who left the toilet seat up again?" "Dabi-" "YOU FUCKIN RAT-"
• When you're not around, they tend to annoy each other with the stupidest things. Curiously enough, they sometimes work together to do nice things for you (or mischief). It's also hard to keep the place tidy with two gremlins like them.
• Sex with them is also complex. It's a constant power battle between the three, even if it's not what you guys want. Dabi wants to top you, while Shigaraki wants to do it too, and if you ever want to top it's the latter who wants to be selfish with your ministrations. Omega Tomura is very... eager in terms of you domming him. He'll of course enjoy the power trip that mounting you gives him, but he prefers it when you make him cum until it's unbearable and some tears roll down his cheeks.
• Alpha Dabi teases Tomura a lot for this, but low-key enjoys having two bitches whining under him. He'll push that knot of his inside you until you're practically trying to push him away.
"Fuck, you're so tight-" Dabi groaned, shoving his dick inside you while his hand pressed your face into the mattress. He'd been fucking you senseless for a hot minute, his rut being unbearable without your inviting body. Shigaraki was watching the whole scene display as he palmed his own cock, whining and whimpering with every carnal sound that escaped your lips. "S-shiggy, look at me- Oh, God!- Look at me, baby." You panted, your voice cracking as Dabi's knot finally reached its rightful place. "Ha- You look so sexy filled with me. Can't wait to do it again." Dabi growled, biting your skin in a territorial way.
You didn't know if it was good or bad luck to have those two with their respective heat and rut at the same time.
The omega seemed happy with that arrangement though.
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What the TWST Boys wear to bed
Riddle Rosehearts
Classic simple button up pajamas set. Probably red and soft, like satin or some other nice fabric. Does not wear them anywhere but in his room, except on the third Tuesday of every other month, according to the Queen of Hearts Rule #629. He even has a little night cap.
Trey Clover
A simple man, he wears an old white shirt and red pajama bottoms with cupcakes designs on them. He follows the Queen of Hearts rules for pajama wearing, though if he gets the urge to bake at 3 am he’s not putting on regular clothes to do it, only adding some slippers to the mix. Riddle just sighs in disappointment when he catches Trey breaking the rules.
Cater Diamond
He had a normal pair of pajamas packed, but then his sisters raided his suitcase. Now he’s stuck in this frilly pink nightgown. He’s glad that it’s long sleeved and to his ankle, with an admittedly cute swoop neckline. He ends up borrowing a pair of pajama pants from Trey and sleeps in those when he absolutely can’t stand it anymore. He only wears the nightgown in his room.
Deuce Spade
He’s a good normal boy, who wears good normal boy pajamas to bed. And by that, I mean it’s a blue plaid pajama pants and a matching shirt with a cauldron on it. He really loves cauldrons, okay? He would wear it around the dorm if Riddle doesn’t yell at him for breaking the rules.
Ace Trappola
He falls into bed wearing whatever he was wearing for the day. He will take off his shoes, jacket, and tie, but that’s it. It’s really gross when he drops into bed with his basketball uniform on.
Leona Kingscholar
He sleeps nude. Ruggie is so tired of waking up Leona and seeing his bare butt. If he MUST go out, he throws on a silk robe that reminds you that he is a rich prince.
Ruggie Bucchi
He’s poor and can’t afford regular pajamas. He sleeps in an old threadbare shirt and boxers until the shirt ripped too much, then Leona gave him an old shirt to replace it. He can and WILL wear them around the dorm because he doesn’t give a shit.
Jack Howl
A simple boy, he choses the classic plaid pajama bottoms and that’s all. He will put on a shirt if someone needs him after jammy time.
Azul Ashengrotto
He wears a nice set of silken lavender pajamas.
Jade Leech
Like Azul, wears a nice set of silken pajamas. His are black, like his heart, with little mushroom designs on them.
Floyd Leech
He wants to sleep naked but Jade says no. Instead he goes for the classic gray sweat pants or basketball shorts, even if he hates them.
Kalim Al-Asim
We all know what this boy wears to bed. That nice little halter style red shirt and white shorts. Whore (affectionate). He actually hosts pajama parties for the dorm.
Jamil Viper
A simple classic boy, wears a set of red sweat pants and a white tank top. Has been forced into these pajama parties against his will.
Vil Schoenheit
A GNC king, he wears a beautiful spaghetti strap long purple night gown, with a sheer robe to cover it. He also uses a purple headbands to keep his hair out of his eyes and of course his nightly face mask.
Rook Hunt
Surprisingly, he doesn’t go all out with his nightwear. A white shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts, pajama pants when it gets too cold.
Epel Felmier
He’s a MAN, a MANLY MAN, who wears only the manliest of man pajamas: nothing. Or at least he tried, until Vil yelled at him. Now he wears the apple themed pajama set his mama packed.
Idia Shroud
Some kind of anime merchandise inspired set or some kind of RSA Ignihyde theme assigned PJ set. That is under the assumption he DOES sleep.
Ortho Shroud
Is robot. He doesn’t need clothes.
Malleus Draconia
He is a fae prince and he is dressed like one would think a fae prince would for sleep. It’s black and green, dramatic, making you question if it even is pajamas. But it’s so soft and silky.
Lilia Vanrouge
Spaghetti strap hot pink shirt, a pair of black shorts, and neon green socks. I don’t know why but he gives me these vibes.
Silver
Half of his wardrobe is pajamas. All designs, all types. He randomly picks every night.
Sebek Zigvolt
Wears a classic black pajama set with lightening bolts on the pants.
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God au
Phil has always had a bit of a green thumb plants always seem to bend to his will.
But
He did not wake up today to expect HE WOULD LITERALLY BEND NATURE AT HIS WILL OR EVEN CREATED IT!
He never expected or wanted to become a god no less expected to become a god of nature with all the death that walks behind his path.
He stumbles around in the courts and gold Palace looking for some guy called cucurucho? Apparently he's supposed to be filling him in on his duties and everything else about godhood he really didn't listen to those bunnies.
He manages to stumble into the office with a white bear that had an unsettling smile. This time he paid attention quietly to what it said about his duties and what rules he had to follow and what's more, but no one could blame him for his sudden burst.
"MARRIED!?! YOU DUM ASS I CAN'T BE MARRIED I JUST GOT HERE HOLY SHIT I AM SOROUND BY DUM ASSES"
He was a bout to lunch at the furry creature but it quickly pulled out a gun and shot him.
The world went black.
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Missa was during the regular day today singing about cats and sandwiches, flirting with pineapples and guiding souls you know you know the whole works.
He's seen a lot of unexpected things in his life he would like to say. like the one time he saw a dinosaur get stuck in mud! he was the one to take it soul to the afterlife!
But never in his life would he think he would get any type of promotion no less GOD HOOD.
He's not fit or responsible enough to handle this responsibility he can hardly handle this!
But he follows the bunnies anyways, they said since cucarucho had to handle a issue that they would inform him instead of his duties and the rules that he must follow and another extra thing. He tried his best to listen carefully he could hardly believe his ears whenever he heard the last thing.
" Marriage?!? No no no you got the wrong guy I am nowhere near marriage man I can't even make a sandwich sometimes and you want me to get married oh no -
They wait until he stops burying himself in a little rabbit hole of emotions.
To lead him to the place where he is staying.
It's an odd place it is twisted and split and turned with life and death with every beautiful flourishing flower there is death the ground is littered in animal bones.
There are giant flowers that will eat you and Missa knows from almost experience he got a little too close on accident spooked by a different plant! And whell you can guess what happened next right?
Anyway they finally approached an open sanctuary in the middle a dark Palace lies almost being overtaken by life. He's led inside surrounded by a whimsical interior of deep green blues and purples with dark wood there are golden and silver accents everywhere.
He is led to every room and given a whole tour of the place they stop at one room with a crow school as a crust and they leave him.
He opens the door to a master bedroom the most fancy luxurious thing he's ever set his eyes on. But somehow it feels warm and comforting his eyes finally wander over to the bed seeing a man laying on top of it.
Spooked by the rather sudden appearance he screams and tries to scramble out the door but he ends up falling on his ass.
The sleeping man stirs from his sleep taking a minute to observe and soak in his surroundings.
" What the fuck"
Phil woke up with a throbbing headache and too much on his eyes he was in a room full of gold and a combination of green and purple silks and elegant dark wood furniture.
He looks over to see a man fallen on his ass probably the funniest s*** he seen today.
" What the fuck"
He can't help himself he laughs until he can't breathe. When he finally calms himself down he takes a minute to soak in the man's appearance.
He is lightly tanned he has dark hair a skull mask and he wears reaper robes. He looks anxious and out of place, Phil softens his gaze he can relate.
" Hay mate uh- want to check out this bed it's pretty comfy"
Here :) I thought I might have give you some crumbs
DA FUK U MEAN CRUMBS, THIS IS A WHOLE GOD DAMN FEAST-
Anyways, I really like this idea, it actually reminded me a bit of my au that I’m working on
I’ll take some of these ideas for inspiration in the future
Thank u for sharing this au tho :)
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Vash Headcannons (SFW and NSFW)
Follow my previous posts about the Poly Knives x OC x Vash CollegeAU fic I'm doing so here's some ideas I gotta dump.
SFW/General
Ecology Major vibes, is also getting an Ethics minor
Hates chemistry with a burning passion
Makes a lot of friends, but only hangs out with a few so he doesn't overwhelm himself
Nurodivergent Vash!
(He/They)! Or (They/them) either works
Doing a stem degree while having ADHD and anxiety sucks so much but Vash thrives in it somehow
College has really been flaring up his plant traits lately, has to call Rem or talk to Nai on the weekly for help (Though Nai just keeps telling him to stop repressing it)
Has to wear long sleeves or hoodie a lot to cover up the feathering leaves that pop out.
Vash doesn't realize it but it's anxiety that's causing it, but Nai started lending him some compression shirts and so it's gotten better
BUFF DADBOD VASH (this idea possess me)
He's gotten better with dealing with stress and no longer resorts to starving himself
GOES TO THERAPY(one of these twins gotta do it)
Between Nai's cooking, drinking on the weekends, and the amount of donuts this dude can eat he's living his best life
Works out when he gets the time and bowls competitively
Wants a significant other (Mates for life) but it's so hard, especially when starts thinking about the fact he's not human
Has a fear of having someone he really loves and then them finding out he's a plant and reacting negatively. Vash thinks Nai and him would likely have to move back to the facility with Rem. He doesn't want to uproot the lifestyle him and his brother have
Gets a little depressed about it, but is really good with having a support group on standby
Gets hit on at bars a lot but it always flys over his head or they're too pushy about it.
Wolfwood sets him up with dates once in a blue moon but it goes horrible or the girls just don't like him for more than his looks
Physical touch is this man's love language and he just wants someone he can lean on
Add someone who likes doing domestic activities?? Y'all are going to the courthouse next week
Wants to just curl up next to someone even platonically at this point
Has an agreement with Nai sometimes that they sleep in the same bed like when they were kids (Nai always grumbles about it but sleeps better that night anyway)
Nsfw Below 👇
OH SHIT OH FUCK
(NSFW)
So I did some research today and did y'all know that wild purple geraniums have a tendency to be Hermaphrodites
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
Vash is a dual package (living the dream ong)
Plantussy and Plantdick combo meal
So I imagine that his dick would sit above his vulva and vagina? Testes would likely be internal (genuinely trying to form an anatomy basis I'm actually looking at a diagram rn)
As for his female organs I'd say he consented to a hysterectomy because it was causing growth issues (post op sucked but he figured it out)
Took testosterone for awhile until everything was functional
Became a lot more sexually comfortable with himself after this
6.5in prehensile tentacle dick, bumpy rounded ridges on the sides and little more on the girthy end
Has more of those downy soft petals that unfold during sex, and dick likely has a sheath because it's more fleshy (kinda like the inside of your mouth)
Hyperspremia and leaves a mess everytime he jerks off, squirts a lot too (probably got a dedicated bath towel at this point)
He has fucked himself with his own dick and usually prefers to
Owns quite a few sex toys and likes to experiment around a little bit
Goes from a Fleshlight, a regular dildo, has a couple fantasy ones, and anal and prostate toys
High sex drive, but can cum pretty quick (short recovery period, usually goes 3 rounds but can do more)
Rut is 10x worse too you'd be lucky to make it to the fridge
Makes sperm plugs during rut
SWITCH VASH(still a virgin though)
Desperate sex kinda guy, gets pussy drunk or cock dumb so easily, folds like a chair no matter what
Make him unfurl his wings out it means he trusts you so much
Please go down on him and absolutely devour him
Very sweet though and would definitely check in a lot (check in with him too it makes him feel fuzzy)
Has a sex awareness to not hurting you accidentally, during rut he's very nervous about it
Aftercare King (loves to shower or take a bath after)
More of a hickey giver than a biter
Usual kinks: Breeding, Pegging, Overstimulation, Cum play, cockwarming, Oral, Praise, Hair-pulling
Unusual: Blindfolding, Shibari(both ways around), Begging, wants to be degraded a little bit
Jesus my brain went wild there, I was doing research for some of this shit. Was supposed to be doing Geochemistry homework but this happened ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Anyways gn y'all I got a 9am.
#trigun stampede#trigun smut#vash the stampede#vash x reader#vash headcanons#millions knives#vash smut#vash x you#vash is babygirl#trigun au#trigun vash
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Hello 🤗 just came back from reading your poly hyunlix and I LOVED it. If you're up to requests, could do a poly Minsung one? Because God knows those two are my weakness
a/n~ oh my god hi!! it still surprises me that people see my writing, even if i do post it, on a public site, on the internet. but thank you so much for requesting! i was literally just talking about minsung to friend so challenge accepted!
also I'm so sorry this was overdue, the rona finally caught up with me :)
❁ when peter met rhino~ dating minsung
*siri play be mine by junji*
~sfw~
🍃minho thought love was simple, fall for one person and you are set for the rest of your life, what a clown.
🍃as soon as he realised he had it in him to pull the two people he was crushing on, he knew he was going to choose both of you.
🍃now jisung will mention it day in and day out how minho gives him butterflies and how oddly enough he likes the feeling. but don't worry, it's just his way of teasing. which is pretty obvious considering you're the one making his heart skip a beat daily.
🍃date nights are rare but when they do happen it's swoon worthy. both your boyfriends live for privacy which results in fast food on fancy plates, wine and heartfelt conversations.
🍃minho is a serial blusher, remind him to wear a coat and he turns to mush.
🍃loving the two of you actually brings minho to tears because it's the only way he can express himself. sometimes he just gets so overwhelmed with the care he receives from both of you.
🍃you basically live in the practice room, what started as you dropping something off for a forgetful jisung resulted in you staying to watch your boyfriends practice. they lied and told the company it was a once off, it wasn't.
🍃also the way you guys compliment each other is sickening, you don't even have to do anything and they will claim you're a regular genius.
🍃you want to see some heartflipping shit? just picture the random pda they bombard you with. the most outrageous being when minho will loosely link his fingers with yours.
🍃 jisung is a funny guy, but he really goes out of his way to appear as the best, funniest, boyfriend ever. his love language is having a damn good time.
🍃 no one would guess that you are all in a relationship, they just think its a disgustingly cheesy friendship triangle.
🍃now while some people claim that they will be in a relationship with "the one" for the rest of your life, the three of your are just vibing. though jisung worries about this he will never mention it. not wanting to jinx your love.
🍃even if that's the case jisung still has a phobia of either one of you leaving. there's no way in hell that's happening .
🍃jisung is the most annoying guy ever and he knows it. his overuse of pet names is purely because he is begging for one of you to blush or scowl at him, he will take both.
🍃small pranks are inevitable so while this is the most serious relationship ever, you also like to torment each other out of love.
🍃minho could easily spend over an hour smugly saying that he is charming enough to date two people at once, but he opts for sneaking his simping into the songs he cowrites.
🍃but since it's minho we're talking about your tribute may come in the form of drive 2.0.
🍃when you decide to take your dates outside you do less dating and more staring at minho, who smirks into his cup of coffee trying to hide how flustered he is.
🍃 minho is the type to playfully scold the two of you for being all over him but that's literally just him saying that he wants more pda.
🍃even if you are living a dream 24/7, your favourite moments have to be when you're on the living room floor stretched out and talking while soonie, doongie and dori take their little cat naps besides you.
~nsfw~
🍃it's kind of scary how minho can seem so indifferent and not mention sex, hell he seems innocent until he gets that glint in his eyes. you better run (to your bed).
🍃jisung is so whipped for dom minho even if minho. he may be wholesome but he will beg for one of you to fuck him good.
🍃 your little hannie is oh so giving, he will play the part of whatever you want, his kink is literally trying out every kink.
🍃minho will only sub if he is exhausted or feeling sentimental. feel free to be rough with him but he lives for the validation that you care for him when he is feeling the most vulnerable.
🍃they are sugar and spice until sugar decides he wants in on the fun that spice is having.
🍃jisung may be a soft giving guy but he has it in him to absolutely wreck you. he will always make sure there are no hard feelings and that all of this is in good fun.
🍃but with minho whispering in his ear, telling him all the ways you deserve to be punished jisung can't help himself.
🍃the marks left behind are sore to the touch but the drastic shift between jisung's harsh words to soft kisses and even softer words is enough to give you whiplash.
🍃both of them have different versions of a corruption kink.
🍃minho wants to break you down in the neediest of ways, he wants to take away all of your innocence and self-control. on the other hand jisung will innocently taunt you, encouraging you to lose your innocent cover. he knows just how needy and sinful you are and is too willing to push all of your buttons.
🍃jisung's tongue is superior, not much can match the sensation of him going down on you or when you decide to wreck his mouth. give it your all, his gag reflex is so good.
🍃basically he has a major oral fixation, he just wants something in his mouth, he doesn't care if it's your fingers or minho.
🍃all of you have such intense sex drives, it isn't as gentle as you would think, you really just lust after each other.
🍃though you would have your gentle moments the majority of the time is spent trying out each one of your kinks.
🍃it's literally so wholesome though, the amount of attention you receive from each other and the lack of judgement is so nice. no matter how dirty your fantasies are your boyfriends will try to meet you half way.
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Until He's Bored
TW: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON *** Flayed Billy, dark!Billy, Lifeguard Billy
Summertime meant the local public pool was quite literally swimming with townsfolk. Normally, you'd be right along with them. Tanning and reading in a lounge chair next to the pool, but this Summer, you're looking to make a little extra money, so you apply to be a lifeguard.
"Can you swim?" The rude woman conducting the interview pops her bubblegum.
"Uh... Yeah? Why else would I-" your tone was as kind as you could keep it, you didn't want to be rude back, it was just a silly question.
"You're hired, you start tomorrow. at 4 PM." She tosses you a lanyard with a whistle at the end. "Get a red bathing suit. One piece." The woman walks away, ignoring the fact that you are wearing a red one-piece with shorts over it.
"Thanks!" You call to the woman, but she's long gone. You roll your eyes before heading back to your car. As you walk past the busy water, you feel someone's eyes burning into the back of your head. You turn around and spot a man in the life guard's chair. He's staring at you intently, bringing his whistle to his lips slowly. His half-lidded eyes travel up and down your body as you furrow your brow and walk a little faster.
"Fucking weirdo," you huff to yourself as you pull your seatbelt over your shoulder. You toss and turn in your bed for hours, excited about a new Summer Job. You become less excited when you remember the guy that was blatantly checking you out at the pool. Hopefully, he won't be the one training me, you think to yourself.
You arrive at 3:45 PM, eager to make a good first impression. It's a Monday, so there are drastically fewer people and lifeguards here.
"You're early," A voice echoes down the lockers where you're stuffing your belongings away for the day. You turn and see the man from yesterday walking toward you. You roll your eyes to which he raises his eyebrows. "Not too excited for your first day?"
"No, of course I am. Sorry." You force a smile, trying to dismiss his gawking as regular men behaviour.
"Billy," he smirks, sticking his hand out to shake yours. You take his hand firmly and give him your name in return. He starts guiding you around the area, explaining where everything is. You take in his information, thankful he's so knowledgeable. Over the next few hours, you start to enjoy his company. Maybe he's not that weird, he's certainly not ugly.
"What made you wanna be a lifeguard?" Billy asks, fighting with his whistle. You're both sitting at a small picnic table by the pool, the only swimmers that came today we're a mother and daughter and they're leaving as the two of you chat.
"I know how to swim and I need money," you quip. Billy laughs with his white, perfect teeth on display. The sun casts a gleam against his tan, sweaty chest. After a few more hours of chatting and routine pool cleaning, he leads you to show you how to lock up.
"Alright, now follow me," he says. His voice is different now. Deeper, more urgent. You notice, but chock it up to him being tired after such a slow day. He's walking fast and you lose him behind a corner.
"Billy?" You cup your hand around your mouth to amplify your voice as you call for him. No answer. You wander for almost an hour, wondering where he went. "Do I just... Leave? I don't-" you're cut off when he reappears behind you. "Holy shit, you scared me, man," you clutch your chest and laugh, your pulse races from the fear.
"Y/N," Billy stalks closer to you, slowly. You take a step back when you notice he's dripping sweat, almost causing a puddle in the floor beneath him.
"Billy, are you okay?" Your eyes are wide and you're shaking as you step back, but he only draws closer. In the blink of an eye, he has both of your arms pinned to your sides with just his hands. You can't budge even a centimeter, his strength was like something out of a superhero movie. At this distance, you could finally see the small, black veins rising in his skin. His face was dark and his eyes were hollow and looked like he was in pain.
A loud shriek escapes your lips, he looks like a monster. He picks you up like you're nothing and carries you to a nearby office. He throws you on the concrete ground roughly, knocking the wind from your lungs. Towering over you, he seethes through his teeth.
With a quick dragging of his arms across the office desk, he clears the top and grabs you by the front of your bathing suit, hoisting you up onto the desk, ripping it in the process. You scream and kick at him, but he's like a stone statue. He grabs the sides of your arms again and slams you down, hard. You struggle against him, blushing with embarrassment as he stares at your exposed breasts through the tears in your suit.
"Hold very still," he whispers. "It'll be over soon." He positions himself between your legs as they hang off the desk. A swift hand travels to his waistline, tugging his swimming shorts down and exposing his twitching erection that wasn't spared by the terrifying black veins.
"Stop! Please don't! Billy, please!" You twist and scream, but he effortlessly overpowers you. The sound of your pleas only makes him harder, his eyes threatening to roll back as he listens to your crying.
"Hold still or this is gonna hurt," another whisper flows from his lips before he reaches between your legs and pulls your bathing suit to the side. You sob loudly, begging him to release you, promising you won't tell anyone if he'll just let you go right now.
"Billy," you blurt between his rough, painful thrusts. "Please, it hurts. It fucking hu-" he cuts you off with a hard, burning slap to the face. You scream in pain, unable to stop your body from becoming wetter at the sensation.
"You must like getting slapped around." Billy's voice is cold and comes out in sharp huffs as he bucks into you. "You're begging me to stop, but you're so fucking wet."
"Please, it hurts," you whine, tears falling down your cheeks steadily. He laughs as he picks up his pace, the sharp breaths he inhales indicating he's nearing his climax. You squeeze your eyes shut, desperate for it all to be over.
"I'm sorry," he whispers against you, his voice sounding like his normal self. You open your eyes and see the veins are retreating. You feel a sense of relief as his skin returns to normal, but he doesn't stop fucking you.
"B-Billy, Billy stop," you beg, once again working up the strength to squirm under him. He's still much stronger than you, but not like before.
"I'm almost done," he huffs. You burst into tears again, begging and crying for mercy.
"I can't take it! Please!" Your back arches against your will and your legs start to shake sporadically. You finally orgasm, soaking his dick in your arousal as he continues to pump inside you.
"You're gonna take it." Billy thrusts as fast as he can before finally slamming in one last time. You feel his cock twitch and flex inside you as he finishes. He nearly collapses, falling on top of you on the desk. You're both covered in sweat, the only sound is the off-beat pattern of both of you breathing heavily.
After a few moments, your chest begins to heave with uncontrollable sobs. Billy raises himself on his hands, hovering over you. He scans your ripped bathing suit that now exposes your breasts. His eyes finally meet your crying face. He seems dissociated or confused. He climbs off of you and runs a hand through his hair.
"B-Billy..." You attempt to sit up, but you're too weak.
"I-I-" he starts. "I don't know what happened. I don't-" he sounds shocked.
"Please help me," you sob. He only laughs in return. He walks to the door to the office and locks it. "Billy?"
"I was gonna draw this out over a few weeks. Maybe follow you home a few times. For some reason, I just couldn't stop it." Billy makes his way back over to you. Your last drop of adrenaline kicks in and you try to get up and run away, but he quickly grabs your arm and yanks you back to the desk.
This time, he bends you over at the waist, pressing your head firmly against the wooden desk.
"Billy, stop! Please stop! Please, I can't take anymore, I won't tell anyone!" Your begs make his eyes roll back as he takes in a deep breath through his nose. You kick at him, desperate to spare yourself the inevitable pain and possible damage if he fucks you again.
"Keep begging, I love the way you whine." He gently rubs your clit before lining up at your pussy. You're dripping his cum and your arousal down your legs as he uses the head of his dick to play with your hole. "You're so wet, don't pretend you don't want it." He chuckles, knowing his cum is pouring out of you.
"Please... Please..." Your voice is weak and quiet now, you're finally giving up. He releases a long, satisfied sigh before slipping his cock past your folds. You sob quietly as he goes to town on you like he didn't just fill you with cum only moments before. Small, loud whimpers escape your lips as he smacks your ass repeatedly.
His moans sound like growls, like an animal tearing apart its prey. He's rough and merciless, fucking into you like a sex toy. You try one more time to fight, to get away, but he quickly and easily holds your arms behind your back, pinned with just one of his hands. The pit in your stomach builds up again and you know you're nearing another unwanted climax.
You sob out a moan and find your vision going blurry. Your eyelids flutter while your eyes roll back in your head. Billy laughs at you, watching himself fuck you out of consciousness. You finally pass out and he finishes inside you a second time.
"Fuck!" He yells as his dick flexes inside your tight walls. He slips out of you and stares at your unconscious, fucked out body. Your legs are shaking and your breath is still shallow sobs of pain and violation. Billy smiles, proud of his work. He takes a seat in the office chair, waiting for you to wake up.
About an hour passes and you finally open your eyes. You're facing the door. Relief washes over your body as you realize you survived the horror that just occurred in this room. You begin to raise yourself off your chest, your weak arms wobble under your weight.
Suddenly, you realize the door is still locked. Meaning... You turn your head the other way and see Billy smiling at you with his silver whistle pinned between his white teeth. He stands and makes his way toward you, hand on the bulge in his shorts.
"No!" You scream, but it's no use. He's just going to keep taking you until he's bored.
And he doesn't really ever get bored.
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Ciel meeting his descendant
➸ Characters: Ciel, PhantomHive, mentions of Elizabeth, Zane, Wequin, F! Ciel
➸ Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji
➸ Summary: you and Sebastian who is now called Zane were doing your regular thing of drinking Monster and scrolling through tiktoks when you get bored and Zane decides to dress you up in clothing of his old master he preserved perfectly in amazing condition...While dressing up, two people end up in your house, your grandfather and you're brother's older version...
➸ Author's note: I changed Sebastian's name to Zane cause he's now a Gen Z...Also cause why not??? And Zane is a annoying bastard. ALso Ciel form 2023 will be referred to as F! Ciel and past Ciel as P! Ciel if the two are in the same scene, otherwise they will referred to as Ciel only <3333 || Sebastian (Zane) has a angel boyfriend cause Angels and demons are okay now and demons evolved and so they can taste food, normally but on very rare occasion will need a soul..
❂ You and Sebastian, or Zane as he was called now, were sitting on your bed, both wearing cat hairbands and wearing sheet masks on your faces as you both were doing your things on your electronic device while you both gossiped and ate/drank your favorite snacks and drinks. Monster, obviously! You looked up as took a sip from the can, telling Sebastian (Zane) “Zane, I’m bored!!!!” making Sebastian (Zane) look up, with a mischievous look in his eyes, “Alright, let’s do something else, yeah?” He said as she shut his phone and smirked, “But what are we gonna do???” You asked, putting shutting your device as well.
“How about I dress you up, I mean I stayed on this earth for longer than Jesus, maybe, so I have some dresses preserved in my room, because it’s like a memento of my masters and your family!” Sebastian (Zane) said, nonchalantly, as he took a sip from the can looking at you uninterestly. “Alright, why not?” You said as you got off the bed and took off your sheet mask and put your monster can on the bed-side table.
Sebastian (Zane) jumped out of bed and you both walked to his room while judging how people looked at this year’s met-gala. Finally reaching his room, he lifted his bed under which there was another room, “Whoa, what’s that??? A secret room??” You asked pointing towards the staircase towards the under room, “No shit Sherlock!” Sebastian (Zane) said as he slapped your head form the back. You cursed him under your breath as you followed him down the stairway where there were many dresses, suits, costumes and much more.
Sebastian (Zane) put you like a doll into many outfits, most of them being large, but still they were comfortable, until he put you in a costume, it had a light-blue and dark blue vest, with black shorts which had a gold trim which had a pendant hanging from its belt bands, like chains on jeans. It had thigh-high stockings with a gold trim on the top of it similar to the shorts and a blue pendant shape in the middle of the trim. It had a large, blowy cape which was black from the outside and had soft white material on the inside and it fit you perfectly, as you walked out
When you came out, Zane snorted making you look up as he smirked and said, “Well, at-least bocchan used to look good in it when he wore it at the cooking competition, you make it look like my old master’s circus outfit….No wonder you look like a clown”
When he said that, you immediately shoved your middle finger in his face with a soft smile on your face as he did the same all with a handsome gentle smile. While you both glared at each-other with your middle fingers still shoved into each-other’s face, you both saw from the edge of your eyes, a man fall from the ceiling and onto his feet gracefully as he caught a young boy around your age in his arms, as the boy continuously hit him.
You both still didn’t take your fingers out of each-other’s face as you both turned your head to look at the two figures in your house. As they stared at you, Zane’s other hand went in his back pocket and pulled out a taser, as he smiled innocently, “Omg hi!!” you said as the two look at you, Zane said, “The man’s a demon, Y/N…Stop…”
“You’re a demon too! Aren’t you…” the man in the suit said, “Of-course I am…” Zane said bored as he put the lipstick taser back into his back pocket of his sweatpants…
“Who are you both?! AND WHERE ARE WE?! AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY CLOTHES?!” the little boy yelled loudly making you wave and say, “Omg….” As you side-eyed the two…”Uhm, I’m Y/N Phantomhive and this is my…..bitch, His name is Zane…Zane say “Hi!” come one!” You say as you urged Zane like a little puppy…”What??” the little boy asked, “I’m Ciel Phantomhive, WHO ARE YOU?!” he asked loudly
“Ugh, I’m not repeating myself..” you say getting away and putting your hand in your pockets but failing cause you weren’t wearing your clothes “Okay, who are you both, I won’t repeat myself. Why are we here?” the man asked as Zane walked towards them as he looked at the man in the suit and the kid before saying, “Goddamn, I looked so emo…For what??” Zane said as you came near them and said, “Oh, it’s you?? Well you looked like skrunkly!! But it’s not like you aren’t emo now!” you say smiling at them. Zane shoved another middle finger in your face and yelled, “Fuck you, you dumbfuck…” “Ememememem, dumfek” you say mimicking Zane in a high-pitched voice as you go to change the clothing…
“You’re me?? How? I’m here!” Sebastian said, “Well, it’s because you’re in the future, nice to meet you, I’m Zane Phantomhive!!” Zane said offering his hand to Sebastian and Ciel. “No? Okay fine!” Zane said taking his hand back as he put his hands in his hoodie’s pocket. Well Sebastian surely won’t be able to recognize himself now, his hair was now in a wolf cut and a bit shorter, his eyes were grey, his nails were decorate in black and gold manicures and his eyes had eye-bags, probably form drinking enough caffeine to kill a horse and watching tiktoks in darkness at 4 at night.
“Why do you look like this?? And you shouldn’t curse” Sebastian said in disgust as Ciel asked, “Why was that girl wearing my clothes???” making Zane sigh as he answered their questions, “Well that girl is your grand, grand, grand, grand, grand, grand, gra-“ “OKAY, WE GET IT!!” Ciel says annoyed,
“She’s your descendant! I was dressing her up” Zane said as he turned to look at himself and said, “And I’m like this because it’s 0223 and my body my choice!” “Liar! You drink caffeine and watch tiktoks for hours on end!” You say as you walk out and go towards them
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’LL EAT ALL YOUR HAPPY MEALS!” Zane threatened pointing towards you making you dramatically gasp as your grasped your chest with one of your hands, “I’LL BREAK YOUR BACK IF YOU DO TH-Oh wait! Your boyfriend already did that, didn’t he??” You say as you gagged…
“At-least I have bitches, unlike you!” Zane said as showed you a middle finger. As Sebastian looked at you both in horror and rage while Ciel had a smirk on his face, at-least his descendant knew what she was doing!
“Don’t make me show your boyfriend those 2000s emo photos of yours!” You threaten making Zane grumble and sigh… As Sebastian asked, “How come I don’t have any mannerisms when I’m older…”
You and Zane ignored that as Ciel asked, “Now, tell me about yourself!”
You for the first time during this moment you felt shy in front of your ancestor, he was at such a young age a pretty smart person while you still belie there is a monster under your stairs who will come for you and Zane and so you run whenever you turn off the kitchen light.
“Uhm, so I’m the currently one of the youngest child of the family, I heard a lot about you. The Funtom business is being handled by Zane, because he’s the elder one of the family and I’m still in school…The PhantomHive manor is now a museum…” You explain fumbling with Zane’s finger as you held his hand…
“That’s because the Victorian era is when you could marry your cousins and maybe you still can, but marrying your cousins is kinda disgusting…Als-” Zane comments, but before he could complete his phone starts ringing as you and Zane both excitedly ran outside to open the door of the house and open the door to see a guy taller than Sebastian who had grey hair and pretty dark eyes and F!Ciel holding a puppy in his hands. Zane pounced onto the tall guy while you took the puppy in his hand
“We got him a pup cup from Starbucks!” F!Ciel says smiling as you patted and kissed the puppy a bit. Ciel and Sebastian from the past same outside seeing you both so excited,
“Oh, is that why you asked us to bring more McDonalds???” the tall guy who had Zane on his lap asked you smiling soft and innocently, “Yeah, thanks for that Wequin!” you thank him as you place the puppy down and let it run around your feet as F! Ciel digs around in the bag and gets out the pup cup and picks up the puppy as you and F! Ciel, take everything and sit down on the carpeted floor of the drawing room. P! Ciel and Sebastian were watching everything as they stared in confusion and surprise. As you both sat down you invite P! Ciel and Sebastian to sit down with you, as Zane gave them a quick change of clothes because they looked uncomfortable in them formal clothing.
As you, Zane, Wequin, two Ciels and Sebastian were sitting on the floor. You and F! Ciel began fighting on what to watch, Harry Potter or a horror movie.
“But I wanna watch Harry Potter!!!”
“We have to go out of our comfort zone!!!”
“I don’t want to, it’s 4 at night and I wanna be safe!!!”
“Stop being a baby!!”
As you both continued to bicker back and forth, Zane started to get angry as he rubbed his nose-bridge, but when you both still continued, Zane lost it and,
“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND CHOOSE ONE!!!” Zane yelled as Sebastian stared in annoyance
“Babe, calm down, they’re kids!” Wequin tried to pat Zane’s head calm him down, yet Zane scoffed and said, “Well. No more, Ciel over there is a little bit over 100 now, and Y/N is (y/g), I think they’re no longer kids! To act this immature, I’m hungry, just put on Harry potter and let’s watch it!” As you and F! Ciel looked down at each-other side-eyeing Zane. “It’s the anger issues for me..” F! Ciel whispered under his breathe, “Honestly tho, it’s giving, “I’m be the Karen of this family cause I’m the eldest and others should listen to me…”, don’t it?” You whispered back to F! Ciel who nodded his head.
As everyone now finally finished their food, F! Ciel offered to play video games, with which Zane agreed as you went on your phone and scrolled through, Sebastian was putting P!Ciel to sleep in a guest room you provided. As Sebastian came back, he asked question which you, F! Ciel and Zane answered as truthfully as possible, at the end of the night with Wequin asleep on Zane’s lap, Ciel and you cuddling and watching movies to spend the night together, while Sebastian watched the movies along-side you, I guess, maybe the future was chaotic and filled with curse words but at-least, it was good future…Right?
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