#this was way softer than i meant it to be 💀

[bakubunny]

thinkin abt eijiro x loud!partner again. (thx @dcsiremc 🙄)

like. he’s not embarrassed or put off by someone that can’t hold back because it’s not like he holds back either.

i’m thinkin abt the moment when you’re comfortable enough to go further in your relationship, so you’re blunt and tell him you’re loud before things go too far. it’s more of a warning than anything, and he doesn’t tease because he can see that it genuinely bothers you. but the fact that you’ve been made insecure by some asshole who told you to “stop trying so hard,” and “aren’t you embarrassed?” about something he hasn’t yet told you he loves puts him on a mission to shake your insecurity to the core.

so when the time comes, at first eijiro lets you hide your face or try to muffle the sound when he slides in. and fuck, he’s so big that just him pushing in has you clamping your mouth shut as you blush hard. but he groans just the same, and without even saying it he shows you that you’re not alone. he’s not going to force it this time by pulling your hands away and holding them down even though he desperately wants to hear every pretty sound you can make.

no, it’s all tender kisses until your lips are swollen and each sensitive spot on your neck has your body shuddering. it’s sweet words and moaning into your skin like he can’t get enough of you. it’s letting you hide yourself in his arms instead of hiding yourself from him.

“fuck, that’s it, angel. let daddy hear your pretty voice. i fucking love it. give it to me. i need to hear you, so fucking perfect…. please don’t hide from me, baby. I need my pretty girl’s sweet moans…. that’s my girl. you’re all mine, let me have you. just let go….”

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#this was way softer than i meant it to be 💀 #i just know he would be so sweet #he’d be patient and loving but also #ur fucked if u think u didn’t just challenge him to get u louder than uv ever been #also we love kirishima ‘i’ll be damned if u think ur gonna be insecure when ur with me’ eijiro #bnha smut #mha smut #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #x reader #bakubunny #aged up characters

[neesieiumz]

| ֍ ⸻ 𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 ⳼ 𝙯𝙚𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧

「 synopsis 」 ⸻ zeke yeager is a good person, said no one ever

「 warnings 」 ⸻ 18+. minors do not interact. infidelity. lawyer!zeke. trophy-wife!reader. fem!reader. afab!reader black-coded!reader. reader comes from old money, has a wealthy family and has a huge inheritance. that's basically the whole reason why her husband married her. reader's husband is an OC named Michail Palakos. he's also very condescending to you. mainly Zeke's pov, but there is a transition from zeke's pov to your own but it isn't explicitly said. manipulation on zeke's end. pwp. cunnilingus. fingering. missionary. couch sex. bathroom sex. zeke wraps his hand around your throat but he doesn't choke you. hair pulling. degradation. he calls you a slut as well. multiple scenes and transitions, with dividers. zeke bends you over your bathroom sink. zeke had a plan and he finally got his platform.

「 writer's notes 」 ⸻ this is so late 💀💀💀, I was so lazy with getting this out. I did an exercise for myself to come up with fic ideas and this one and the professor!shunsui idea are the ones that stuck with me. it was originally named dianthus but it thought vespertine was a better fitting name for it. after I finish eren's part in gold rush and the next chapter of basorexia, that shunsui idea is definitely the next one

「 word count 」 ⸻ 6.7k.

Zeke Jaeger believes he’s a good person. 

As he sat around the small ballroom, overly bored out of his mind as he swirled around a glass of brown liqueur. The suit he wore was a tad bit too tight around his neck, and the bright lights were giving him a slight migraine. He let out an internal sigh, before laughing along to another joke one of the many old geezers sitting at his table let out. One of the many parts of his job he hates, pandering and pampering people who held the key to everything he needed and desired for the real parts of the job that he loved. The smile he wore was pretentious in nature as his eyes began to drift across the room. Lifting his hand, he took a long sip of his drink, before his eyes landed across the room. 

The lights reflected and shimmered against gold glitter, etched into the main hem of the skirt. His eyes moved up, seeing your beautiful braids trail down your back oh-so beautifully. His heart twisted as they landed on your wide smile. You held a drink in your hand, a champagne flute as Zeke’s eyes darted towards the hand wrapped around her waist. The man holding her close held a pretentious smirk, as he flaunted his wife off like a trophy, which to be fair, is exactly what she was meant to be. Her beautiful skin shined in the room, it was obvious she was meant to be looked at. 

Zeke took the last sip of his drink, before standing up, excusing himself from the conversation of which he had no idea the main subject of. He pushed past other tables, smiling, waving, and nodding at those who acknowledged him before making his way across the room. He gently excused himself past people deep in their own conversations. His partner saw him approach first, eyes lighting up slightly as he basically shoved past you to get to him, hand reaching out towards them. 

Zeke let off a smirk, before reaching out before pulling him into a handshake converted into a side hug. The person the two of you were talking to quickly gave Zeke a small greeting, before walking off to refill his drink. You smiled at Zeke, much softer and felt more real than the other smile you were once adorning. Hold your arms open, and you pull him for a hug which he reciprocates, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. Your grip on him slightly together for a moment before fully releasing, taking a step back. In doing so, your husband wrapped his arm back around your waist. 

“I thought you found these kinds of parties to be pretentious, Zeke?” His co-worker, Michail Palakos, spoke first. 

Zeke shrugged his shoulders, shoving his free hand into his pocket, “just reaching my monthly quota with the big bosses.”

You let off a giggle this time, covering your plump lips with your hand. The sound was sweet in his ears, it twisted his heart just a little. He wondered what other sound he could hear from you? What else could you show him? 

“I feel you on that, these types of things can be so exhausting,” Michail spoke, suddenly grabbing the flute of your handi and basically downing the rest before gagging, giving you the empty glass. 

“Ugh, I don't know how you women can drink things like that,” he complained, taking a step away from you. 

Zeke saw the way your statute deflated, hands clasping and coming up in front of you, stopping your fidgeting hands. He shook his head slightly, humming a little before lifting his glass, and taking another sip only to taste cold water. He blinked, before looking down at his glass, nothing but melting ice in there. Michail noticed his empty glass before turning towards you. 

“Be a dear and get us some more drinks, preferably something actually enjoyable.” he said before fully turning away from you, facing Zeke. 

Zeke glanced over at you as your mood only dampened, before turning away, and walking towards the open bar on the other side of the room. His eyes didn't leave you as you reached the bar until the man beside him spoke up. 

“This latest case has got me stressed, you?” 

Zeke shrugged his shoulders, swirling his empty cup, “I’ve finished my parts in it, if you need help with yours, it’s not a problem.” 

Michail let out a laugh, sarcastic in nature, hand popping out, slapping Zeke on the back. Zeke felt a level of disgust run through him as the man acted as if they were close friends. He only dealt with it, as he couldn't do much else within the firm. Heels clicking again the porcelain floors brought his attention back as he turned, seeing you walking back to them with two identical drinks in hand. You smelled of a luxurious vacation, of sweet honeyed neroli oil and sugared coconuts. It was intoxicating, you were intoxicating. You handed the two of them the drinks, smiling over at Zeke before moving to stand beside your husband. Michail took a sip of the drink, humming and shrugging his shoulders. 

“Least you can get one thing right,” he mumbled before taking another sip.

You let out a nearly slight sigh, straightening up your figure before looking at Zeke, a smile appearing back on your face. 

“So back to this case, Zeke,” Michail started, but Zeke shook his head. 

“Rather not talk about working during things like this, just wanted to come over and check in with you. We’ll talk tomorrow,” He said, taking a sip of the drink you brought over. 

Michail’s eyebrows quivered but still nodded in Zeke’s direction. Zeke began to turn away from him, but not before he reached out towards you, taking one of your hands, before placing a soft kiss on it. He could feel your hand tensing within his hold, glancing up at you, seeing your eyes soften at his gesture. With that, he bidded the two of you good night before walking off towards the exit. He finished his drink, handing it off to the servers ambling around the room, before escaping into the night. 

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He could only roll his eyes at the way Michail flipped his phone upside down after swiping at it for the fifth time within the last 45 minutes. It was quite obvious who was calling him, as it was etching into 9 o’clock at night. It was the two of them and some other associates, preparing for a big case. Zeke looked at him along with the other people in the room, all wondering the same thing. 

“You should probably answer it, if it’s important?” One of the younger associates called out. 

Michail only rolled his eyes, “it’s just the wife, wondering why I’m not home yet. Something about a dinner party tonight? I don’t fucking know…” he trailed off, mumbling at the last part. 

Zeke blinked, mind thinking back to you, the constant point on your face he would see you with. His thoughts only broke when the sounds of vibrations were heard throughout the room. Everyone gleaned down at Michail’s phone once again, before looking over at his face, flushed with annoyance. He picked up his phone once again, before suddenly standing up, his chair nearly flying back.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled before stepping out of the room. 

The atmosphere was slightly tense but everyone mainly focused on getting back to their work. Zeke was flipping through a huge packet, highlighting important information before the door flew back open. Everyone looked back up only to see Michail enter back into the room, hands in both of his pockets as he sat down, before focusing back on the piles of papers in front of him. Zeke looked at him for a few more moments, before rolling his eyes once more, focusing back on his work. He knew Michail wouldn't bother to actually go home to you. 

Three hours rolled by and everything was set, most of everyone had already gone home as it was etching onto eleven o’clock. It was only Zeke and Michail left, with Zeke soon reaching the last part of his work. Just as he finished dotting the last sentence of his notes, he heard a loud yawn as well as the creak of the desk chair before glancing over to his right and seeing Michail stand up. As the man packed up his papers, he glanced down at the watch on his wrist. 

“She should be asleep by now,” he mumbled under his breath, placing his laptop and papers in his bag.

Zeke said nothing, watching him sling the bag over his shoulders. Michail looked over at Zeke and gave a one-handed wave before heading off into the night. Zeke could only sigh, placing his pen down as he tried his best to relax his mind. As he did so, his mind began to pump fantasies of you asleep on the bed. What would you be wearing? A dainty little nightgown, riding up your beautiful dark thighs, or would you wear nothing at all? Zeke groaned, through his hand back as he began to palm his growing hard-on. He could see himself towering over you, drunk off of your sleeping presence. He imagined himself, grabbing at your legs, peeling them back, spreading them wide open.

He let out a groan as he envisioned your eyes fluttering open just as he sunk himself into you, stretching you out like so. Your melodious voice crying out to him, begging him for more, your hands digging marks into his arms as he pummeled into you. Fantasy upon fantasy amassing within him, Zeke could only let out gasp-like groans, throwing his head back as his seed spilled out, bleeding through his khaki-colored pants. Breathing heavily, moving his head back down, he could only let out a sound of slight disgust as he looked down at his stained pants. He stood up and began to pack up his own work, before heading towards his office for a change of clothes. As he pulled off the stained pants, his mind wandered back to the events that had just happened, how his reveries had overflown at that moment.

And how he has finally made his decision. 

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Zeke stood up straight as he rang the doorbell, before taking a step back. It was mid-day, and it was one of the few days Zeke decided to take. He tucked his hands in his pockets after glancing over at his watch. He heard noises getting closer before the sound of the deadbolt clicking, and the intricate door slowly opening. He found himself facing an unknown figure, one glance at her outfit and she was obviously someone who had worked for you and your husband.

“Yes, may I help you?” She asked him.

He cleared his throat, but just before he could speak, another voice cut through. He glanced up as your form peeped behind the maid.

“Riza, who’s at the door?”

Your eyes landed on his, almost immediately lighting up, “Zeke! What a surprise, come in!”

Once you said that, the maid stepped back, nodding slightly towards you before scurrying along into the house. Zeke took a few steps into the house, taking in the vaguely familiar surroundings. The last time he had been in here was when Michail had hosted his housewarming when he arrived at the firm three years ago, that's when the two of you had first met. All that time had passed by between you two and yet, it was his second time stepping into the three-story luxury mansion. 

His eyes locked onto your form, seeing your hips sway as you led him past the anteroom, towards a more casually designed, yet still obviously opulent living room. You wore a two-piece silk lounge outfit, the hems of the arms and legs fitted with tulle ruffles. Your hair was wrapped in a silk scarf, it was obvious you weren’t expecting company today. You gestured for him to sit, taking the seat two cushions down from him before looking over at the maid standing close to you. You told her to bring some snacks, as well as any bottle of wine that would pair well. Zeke tried to interject, but you were already sending her off. You were vague with your instructions, he noted, you must have trusted this maid very well. 

Riza, the maid, nodded before scurrying along, most likely headed to the kitchen to prepare what you have asked for. Once she was gone, it was just the two of you, and it strained Zeke to keep his eyes right on your face as you gave him a soft smile. 

“This really was a surprise, I haven’t seen you in here since… well since we actually moved in. I always see you at Michail’s work events and such… but never here. What brings you by? Shouldn’t you be at work right now?” You ended your spiel with a question. 

Zeke hummed, shrugging his shoulders a bit before leaning back against the back of the couch, “took the day off, my parents actually live around here, and was visiting them when I passed by your place. Thought I should stop by.” He lied through his teeth, his parents preferred to come and visit him at his penthouse than for him to come by. 

You hummed, eyes widening slightly, “From what I heard, you barely take any days off. It’s good to go and see them though. I’m sure they’ve missed you,” you smiled at yourself, turning your body slightly to face him. 

Before he could respond, footsteps interrupted you, the two of you glancing over at the same time, seeing Riza enter with a tray of snacks, along with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Whilst you were looking away, Zeke's eyes looked towards you, trailing down to your exposed cleavage, the thin, shimmer-like fabric pressing up against your breasts. 

The sound of glass clinking against glass broke Zeke out of a trance, giving him just enough to look away. Towards the maid placing the tray on the table in front of them. You turned yourself once again, facing forward, thanking Riza as she tableed everything, before taking the tray with her as she took her leave. He reached over, immediately grabbing the bottle of wine, before taking a closer look at it. With one twist, he easily broke the seal, before grabbing the corkscrew, and fully opening it up. He poured out the red-purple alcohol, seeing you reach over for a glass.

“Should we be drinking wine this early in the day?” he asked, placing the bottle down on the table. 

You grabbed a glass, raising it up slightly before winking, “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” you grinned, before taking a sip.

Zeke let off a downturned smile before grabbing his own glass and taking a long sip as well. 

The two of you carried conversations well into the day, sharing the bottle of wine between the two of you. He barely took any of the snacks, keeping his focus mainly on you as you partake in them. 

“So how is Michail at work, he barely talks to me about his day,” you mentioned, bringing your newly-filled glass to your lips.

He took in the slight change of mood within you, the once joyous light in your eye, dimming down to a more mirthless one. Zeke hummed, lifting his foot to rest up against the knee of his other leg. 

“He’s… hard-working, but very friendly to the staff, they enjoy his presence more than me.” He took on a humorous tone but kept his eye on you as your body deflated just a bit more.

“Really…? Friendly how?”

Zeke pondered for a minute before shrugging his shoulders, “just talking to people a lot, sometimes about work but most of the time he’s not. A lot of friendly touches, especially with that new assistant of his.”

Your eyebrows quirked up, “assistant?”

“Yeah, assistant? He didn’t tell you about that?”

You shook your head, sighing before taking another long sip of your fermented alcohol, “he doesn’t tell me anything, least not anymore… most days he just comes home and doesn't say a word to me.”

You mumbled out the next part, most likely thinking that Zeke wouldn't hear you, but he heard you loud and clear. 

“Doubt he’s even noticed I don’t sleep in the same bedroom with him anymore.”

Zeke said nothing but locked that into the back of his mind, another piece of the complex puzzle of your and Michail’s marriage. Zeke shifted the conversation away from you and Michail, bringing back your joyous mood. You continued talking until the sun went down, and soon after the two of you personally exchanged numbers. You stood by the door, waving him off as he got into his car, driving off and away from the large house. 

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You were lonely. 

Zeke could tell this from the way the two of you constantly talked. You grew up in a cold home of cold cash and empty mansions, which is how he could guess you were used to your own husband’s condescension and cold attitude. You were used to faking smiles and pretending to be interested in things that had no merit in your life. However, Zeke could tell, from the way you constantly messaged him, to always inviting him over whilst your husband was away. You craved companionship, for a long time you ached for someone to be interested in you and not the check attached to you from your parents. You came from old money, with a huge trust fund as well as stocks in your family's multiple companies. You served on the board of the main enterprise, led by your brother as your parents had retired after you had gotten married.

You hadn’t spoken to them in two months apparently, as there was nothing to really talk about. You were closer to your younger sister, as she went to the luxury private college in the city. You were like a fountain, spilling all of your life for Zeke to listen to, and he took it all in. Your phone calls lasted all the way through his lunch period and sometimes he would be on the phone with you while he was working, by himself of course. Before you knew it, three months had passed, and Zeke was a more constant thread in your life than your own husband. 

Zeke couldn’t lie, something within him jumped every time you sent him a message, but his goal was still high in his head. This was why he stood in his expensive penthouse, in his recently cleaned kitchen as he gleaned over at his dinner table, two silver dorms covering the dinner he had just prepared. He had invited you over for dinner, just the two of you. Just as he buttoned the last of the cufflinks, a loud ring echoed through the home. He took one good look at himself before walking over to the door, twisting the deadbolt, and unlocking the door knob before swinging the door wide open. You stood there, a smile on your face, one hand at your side, the other holding the strap of the orange clutch you brought with you. 

Your braids were pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off the obvious low cleavage of your chain-strapped orange dress. Zeke smiled at you, arms reaching out before swooping you into a hug, your own smile widened as you reciprocated, giggling as you were lifted off the ground slightly. He didn’t break the hug as he pulled you into the home, turning around. The two of you soon let go of the hug, with Zeke turning sound to go and close the door. While he did that, you took the time to engage within your surroundings, seeing the environment Zeke lives in. 

“Oh wow, your home looks amazing,” you said, spinning around to take in everything. 

“Thank you,” he spoke back, coming up behind you, placing a hand at the small of your back before gently guiding you towards the slightly decorated table over by the window wall.

He stopped right at the table, before stepping away, pulling out your seat before gesturing for you to sit. You thanked him, placing off your clutch before placing it right on the table and sliding right into the seat. You gasped as he stood right behind you, body heat radiating off of him as he pushed your chair in with ease. You kept your eyes on him as he walked around the table, taking a seat right in front of you. He lifted the domes off the plates, seeing your eyes light up at dinner. You had off-handly mentioned smothered lamb chops and mashed potatoes as your favorite meal your old housekeeper used to make while you were growing up. Zeke knew it wasn’t going to be the same but just having the same dish was enough for you. 

You had thanked him for the dinner before y'all began to eat. The two of you ate with little words, as you were both raised in households that valued quietness during dinner. Once finished, you had moved from the table to the living room, holding another glass of red wine that you had paired with the dinner as he moved the bottle to the living room. 

“I just…” you started, reminiscing on the journey you and your husband have taken, “I wish I made more of my life… rather than constantly relying on the connections my parents made for me. Maybe, I’d be strong enough to leave him.”

You had kicked off your heels at this point, toes covered in the skin-colored pantyhose you wore underneath your dress. You had rested your legs on the couch, bent and tucked away as you took another sip of your glass. Your dress had risen up, past your knees, but still covering up everything. 

“Connections?” Zeke questioned.

You nodded your head, “yeah, his parents were close with mine, and he was the only boy around my age that my parents approved of. Only for me to be stuck in a loveless marriage, all for money.”

Zeke’s hand reached out, placing it right on your knee. Your body slightly jolted from the sudden contact, the feeling electrified like static electricity. His rough hand moved up and down, caressing you. Your heart sped up just a bit, but you couldn’t stop him, or rather, you didn’t want to stop him. His touch was warm, a contrast to everything else in your life. You said nothing as he scooted closer to you, his other hand coming up and pulling you close to him.

“I’ve tried my best to make it work, but he’s made it quite clear that the check my parents send every month is much more important than him,” you said, taking another sip of your wine.

Your mind flashed to your wedding, everything was perfect, and you believed your life would be perfect. You believed he loved you, he made you believe he loved you, but his love was really money, it was an almighty consumer of his life. It wasn’t enough, not enough in his professional life, not enough in his personal life. Cold hard cash was he visioned for, and he’ll do anything to get it., even if it means throwing away the warmth of his wife.

“You deserve more than a man that sees you as his next paycheck,” he said, leaning his head down towards your ear. 

Zeke’s hand rubbed up and down on your arm, the warmth relaxing you, and before you knew it, you were laying your head on his shoulder. The negative thoughts about your failing marriage soon began to break away as thoughts of the man beside you began a subtle influx in your mind. Zeke smelled of blackened teakwood and a subtle sense of mahogany and lavender. His scent had you relaxing in his hold, it was the opposite of your husband, who usually smelled of spiced whiskey, from his cologne or his collection of alcohol. You couldn’t help but snuggle further into him, as lines were beginning to blur. You knew this was treading about muddy waters, but you couldn't find it within you to care. The hand resting on your thigh began to creep up, your breathing hitching just a little as your heart began to race. The hand that had once been resting on your upper arm and shoulder left for a moment, before feeling his large hands wrapped around your own, easing the half-full glass of wine off your hand before reaching down and placing it on the table. 

“Lemme take care of you,” he whispered to you. 

That diminutive ache that had been building within you the moment you laid eyes upon Zeke opened the door for you. This was wrong, you knew this was wrong, you thought to yourself once again as Zeke’s hand joined his other, each right on your inner thigh, massaging deep circles into the skin. 

“Zeke,” you let out a gasp-like breath, hips moving and grinding against nothing. 

The thong you wore underneath the dress was drenched, head thrown back in growing ecstasy. With ease, he lifted you up into his lap, trembling as you felt his hardon poking through his slacks.

“Zeke…” you let out again, tongue unable to say anything else as his fingers dipped underneath your dress. 

This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong. However, the care you were supposed to feel, the notion to push off your one and only friend never came. Instead, it was replaced with a growing ache, and the need for touch, his touch. His fingers curved up and around the thin string before slowly pulling the sky fabric away from your pussy. Cool air hit your wetness as his fingers rubbed up and down between your slits, gathering your juices up. 

“This is wrong… I shouldn’t do this…” you finally spoke up, but your hands didn’t move as he slowly sunk a finger into you. 

Zeke’s hums vibrated through you, “but if I don't… who will? You deserve to be spoiled, touched upon. He does not appreciate who he has… so let me.”

His words enthralled you, enamored you as he began to move his thick finger in and out within you. Your dress had ridden up to your hips and his free hand slowly pushed your legs wide open. It allowed more room for him to finger-fuck you deeper, his hand reaching and wrapping underneath your knee, lifting it up slightly. Spit drooled from your mouth as your sticky arousal coated his finger and the knuckles of his hands. You could feel his slightly abrasive beard grazing against your skin. Letting out another choked moan as Zeke bullied another finger into you. Your hips bucked, giving in to the pleasure as he twisted his long fingers inside of you. 

“That’s it… let me in,” he whispered in your ears, seeing your eyes squeezed shut. 

“Let me do what your husband has failed to do.”

You could feel Zeke’s mouth upturn against you as you let out a high-pitched moan, climax rising. Your abdomen slowly tightens, heat swelling, sweat dripping as you let out a final high-pitched moan. Your cunt spilled your juices excessively coating his fingers and hand as you came all over him. Your hands had dug into his shirt, finding an anchor to try and stabilize yourself. Slowly coming down from your high, you found yourself slumping against him, breathing heavily. Your eyes were heavy, barely able to keep them open, only able to feel Zeke slowly pulling his finger out of you. His other hand slowly left your thighs, allowing your legs to slump down, feeling touching the ground. 

You could feel your body moving, shuffling as you slowly were laid across the couch. You could feel his now warmed hands slide right back under your dress, moving his fingers underneath the thin fabric of your thong before slowly pulling it down. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing Zeke tower over you. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest. Your hands reached up, the palms of your hand grazing over the slightly textured skin. Zeke pulled off your thong, taking the soaked underwear in his hands before pocketing it in his pockets. Your hands slide up and around his body, unable to take your eyes off of him, his hands soon reaching down to his fly. You could see his erection fighting against the seams of his pants, seeing the way he slowly unzipped his pants before unbuttoning them.

Zeke pushed his slacks and boxers down at the same time, his cock springing out of its entrapment. He pushed down his clothes to his knees before bending over, hands falling to your thighs before grabbing them, slowly pushing back, knees going as far as they could towards your ears as he spread wide open for him. 

“Zeke,” you whined, as he felt the tip of his cock swipe between your lips, teasing your clit. 

With no other warning, you felt pushing himself into you, letting out a sudden cry. No matter the amount of prep Zeke took, you were still so tight, more evidence of how little your husband touched you. Zeke ignored your pleas and cried for him to “slow down” and “stop.” He let out a loud groan, head thrown back as he felt your walls squeezing him around him, the only thing of yours he heard was your high-pitched moans. This was everything he envisioned and more, seeing you crying under him, begging for him, your hands gripping his bare waist. His fantasy came back in full force, god the amount of time it took to make it a reality.

Zeke glanced down at your tear-streaked face. How your braids were undone from the cleaned-up ponytail you had done for the dinner. Seeing your makeup also get ruined, seeing you get ruined whilst under his body, under his hand. Oh, he could come right here and now, he thought to himself.

He held himself back, not wanting to ruin everything and end it all so quickly. He could feel your long nail breaking his skin further, using the temporary anchor, you pulled the man closer as your slightly pained please turned into a passion-filled gasp and moans, calling and screaming out his name. 

“Don’t stop, aahh,” you let out a prolonged moan, tongue drooling out of your mouth as ecstasy hit at full blast. 

You were like a virgin all over again, from the way you screamed, chasing an inevitable high that you have never tasted before. You never felt like this before, even after losing your virginity to some dunce in college before getting married. Even after consummating your marriage, your husband was always weak and underwhelming, Zeke was just the opposite and it was delicious. You didn’t know what to do with yourself but fell deeper into the nirvana he has placed out for you. 

You find yourself keening and drooling over the bearded man above you. An even heavier and deeper climax was building within you and once again, hitting you like a ton of bricks, you squealed. 

“Coming!” Was your only warning before your body shook with complete orgasmic pleasure. 

Eye rolling out the back of your head as Zeke gave off one last grunt, before leaning down fully, capturing your lips into a messy, wet kiss. You could feel the wetness of the sweat dripping down his beard but you don't care, your body still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You could feel his seed filling you up as he kissed you, your legs unconsciously wrapping around his waist, keeping him closer,

Breathing heavily, your head slumped up against the couch, legs slowly releasing Zeke from your hold, before the two of you locked eyes, Zeke still holding you. With no other words, squealing as Zeke suddenly picked you up, before carrying you in his arms, possibly heading upstairs towards his bedroom.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

Since that day, everything has changed.

You couldn’t let go of him, no matter how much you tried. Like you even tried at all.

From Zeke having your legs spread across his kitchen countertop, to you two having a heart-racing quickie in the bathroom of a mutual work event. It was complete madness, and you loved it. It was different, it was unique, and it was oh-so-wrong. His large hands roam your body, causing vast reactions within you. He soon learned everything that made you tick.

You had changed, your relationship with your husband had changed, and your relationship with Zeke had changed. Your conversations were constantly shifting, and every time you would visit him or vice-versa, you would find his hands on you. Your texts constantly consisted of lewd wording and imagery, you found a new use for the lacey, expensive lingeries that were almost collecting dust within your dresser. Pictures, videos of the two of you, solos of you, and solos of him. It was madness… it was freedom.

Zeke was good, so much better than the few times your husband has taken you. He towered over you, and his every demand you couldn't help but fulfill. You fell deeper and deeper into ensnarement, and you truly didn't know just how far you’ll go for him. Which is what led up to this moment right here. 

You had sent Riza home early, and your husband was on a “work trip.” Giving you free rein as Zeke had you bent over your bathroom sink, silk robe bunched up at your waist, revealing your wet cunt to him. Zeke wasted no time, licking and sucking away at your pussy, your juices dripping down against his beard. Your hands gripped at the counter, head bowed down as your legs trembled. He didn’t let up, his hands attached to each cheek, spreading you wide open. 

“Ooooohhhh,” you mewled, body slumping against the sink as he ravaged you. 

His chuckle rattled you, causing your body to jerk and jolt against his lips. He lapped and sucked away at your clit, licking up all your juices as he did so. The bathroom smelled of soft vanilla and pink lilacs, the golden-dimmed lighting providing an extra ambiance to the scene before you. Zeke devoured you like a madman, not letting up no matter how you screamed and squirmed in his hold. 

“Zeke,” you cried out his name, “s’too much, fuck fuck fuck.”

He said nothing, but his actions spoke even louder as his sucking action intensified, causing you to let out a vocal choked moan, spit flying out of your mouth, and splatter against the sink counter. With a sudden jerk, your orgasm washed over you like a rapid wave, unseen and unbeknown to you. You shook violently as you lost your footing, feeling yourself slipping for just a short moment. Zeke’s hands slid up, allowing his arms to wrap around your waist, holding you completely steady as he drank your juices down. You could feel his moans and groans as he did so, providing extra overstimulation to your clit. 

Inhaling deeply, catching your sled as you dropped onto the counter, feeling Zeke behind you as he fully stood up. You glanced ahead, staring at his tall figure in the mirror, before eyeing one of the glasses of wine you had brought with you. Quickly grabbing it, taking a couple sips as you felt that familiar pressure creeping and pressing inside of you. You let out an elongated hum as you swallowed the wine, your head bent back, looking at him in his eyes as one of his hands gripped the flesh on your hips. His other hand slides up your body, before wrapping around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He pulled you into another deep kiss, tasting the tanginess of the wine and you taste the mint of his gum. 

Letting go of the kiss, you could feel his hand apply pressure as his hips slowly began to move in and out of you, your cunt squeezing around him. He easily maneuvered your body, bending you back over the sink, his hand leaving your throat before joining the other right at your waist. His pace easily picked up as you found your balance, holding onto the bathroom counter as he fucked you against it, his pace slowly picking up with every few seconds. One of his hands left your waist before easily wrapping your braids around his neck, suddenly pulling your head back with a sudden force. The pain echoed through your body, but it only pushed your pleasure to even higher heights. Your mind went hazy, your eyes swelling with your salty tears, obscuring your vision, slowly dripping down your freshly-cleaned face. 

There was no reason to hold back your moans, as there was nobody home as your loud moans reverberated against the walls. 

“Hmm, aww are you crying baby? Is it too much for you?” He teased you, hand leaving your hips before feeling him leave a loud smack against your deep-toned skin. 

The red-hot sparks of his hand, combined with his hands still in your hair had you keened, full-on sobbing as tears and sweat dripped down your face to your neck, all the way down your body. He pulled your body all the way back up, keeping your legs spread as he let go of your hair, hand-cupping your face, squeezing your cheeks as he began pressing his lips against your face, tasting your salty tears. 

“Zeke,” you pleaded as he released your face. 

With no other warning, you squealed as you were suddenly hoisted into the air, Zeke’s large hands sliding right underneath your thighs. He held you up by the backs of your knees before continuing to slam hiscock into you. His sudden actions awakened something in you, letting out a sudden shout as you convulsed in his arms. Your hands scrambled, reaching for something to hold onto you as he pounded into you once again. 

“Squeezing around me like that,” he murmured in your ear, his deep voice causing you to shudder. 

“Open your eyes, look at yourself in the mirror.”

Slowly, you pried your eyes open as best as you could, blinking away the tears before gazing at yourself in the mirror. Your robe had come fully undone, revealing your breasts bouncing every movement Zeke made within you. 

“God,” he said as he looked at how debauched you were, how in so few months he easily wrecked you from the inside out. 

“Who do you belong to?” He groaned in your ear next, feeling your pussy tensing and spasming around him. 

You opened your mouth but were barely able to answer as your mind succumbed to pleasure, but Zeke was having none of it. You could feel his nails dig into your skin as he spoke again. 

“Answer my fucking question, slut, who do you belong to?”

“You!” you struggled to get out, but once you did, it was loud, bouncing against the walls. 

He chuckled, his pace becoming sporadic in nature as he continued to speak, talking you through what would be your inevitable orgasm. 

“Yeah , you belong to me? What about your little husband, huh?” he breathed out, huffing as he began to reach his own limit. 

“Mmmh fuck I don’t care about him, fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna come, please, please let me come…” you sobbed out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as rock-solid pressure began to build within you. 

He only smirked, “come for me.”

With that, you let out a loud cry, body jerking in his hold as convulsions took hold of you. You squirted all over the two of you, juices spread all over your inner thighs as well. With a final grunt, he followed right after you, easily pulling out of you, cum easily staining your inner thighs as well, getting on his lower abdomen as well. 

As Zeke took one last look at you, seeing how to spit drooled down from your plump, wet lips, breathing heavily from the strenuous activity. Slowly he pulled you off his now-soft cock, with ideas to take you to the shower to clean you up once again. 

Neither of you hears the door beginning to click open. 

#zeke jeager smut #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke jaeger #zeke aot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #aot x black reader #aot x female reader #zeke yeager x reader #black reader smut #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot smut #attack on titan x black reader #black reader #zeke jeager x black!reader #attack on titan x female reader

[mha-cuties-pls]

omg can we PLS get a continuation of the Dabi story where he kidnaps and breeds todorokis gf (also i died @ the end poor Todoroki 💀

A/N: wow !!!! I’m so glad u liked it :,)) literally as a writer nothing makes my heart burst more than comments/reblogs so this rlly meant a lot :,) . Here u go ! I’m still mentally living in this world so this flowed so easily might even have to make another smut for it

The Morning After.

Pairing: Reader x Dabi | Words: 1.1k | Rating: T (suggestive themes) | genre: fluff/humor

Sequel to ‘Stolen Hearts.’ Read Here.

Waking from a deep sleep, you felt incredibly well rested, but sore nonetheless. Your arms and legs felt like jello, and for a reason you couldn’t immediately remember, the skin on your wrists and ankles were raw; and your head really seemed to hurt.

Finally finding it in yourself to open your eyes, the strong torso you had been laying on top of began to materialize in the morning sunlight shining through the window above. But, upon seeing the motley of scarred flesh and staples, you were suddenly reminded; Last night wasn’t a dream, and this wasn’t Todoroki.

Flashes of yesterday played through your mind: The capture, his reveal as Touya, the way he had you folded under him, how you were begging for more. Your heart sank as you thought about it, and without the adrenaline, lust, and exhaustion clouding your mind, you realized the true weight of everything that happened.

At least I don’t have to explain myself, for now.

Shifting your body around just a bit, you tried to pull your head off his chest to sit yourself up, but were met with resistance when the arm he had wrapped around your shoulder pulled you closer to his body.

“Mornin’ beautiful.” Dabi said, voice quiet and raspy from sleeping. When you turned your head to glance up at him, you saw his eyes still shut, and he was nestling himself further into the bed while releasing a sigh of contentment; He must not be a morning person. You did have to admit, his messy bed head and peaceful expression portrayed a softer, more sensual side of him that you weren’t expecting. Especially not after last night.

Resisting the urge to simply fall back into his embrace and sleep a little more, you continued your ascent. And, upon finally breaking free and sitting yourself up at your waist, Dabi let out an uncharacteristically whiny groan, and shoved a pillow over his head while he mumbled something about ‘five more minutes’, making you a smile a bit. Then, a few small vibrations drew your attention to the table beside his bed, where you saw not one, but two phones; One of which, had a pink sparkly case, bearing a striking similarity to the one you remember having on yours.

Tentatively reaching your arm across his body with slow movements, you grabbed it, keeping your eyes on his head for any sign he was awake, but none came. You laid back down, throwing a quick glance up at his head under the pillow once more, before pressing the button to turn on the screen.

“43 missed calls and 27 messages”

It felt like your heart was going to drop out of your stomach and a heat rose to the back of your neck as the feeling of guilt consumed you.

Fuck.

Slinking back into the bed as you slid across the screen to unlock it, your eyes read over the names of those who had tried to contact you; most of them from someone, you were dreading to have to face.

But when you opened up the thread to Todoroki, you froze when reading his messages. They began as you would have expected, asking where you were and if you were okay. But then abruptly, his tone changes. And amongst his texts, you saw what looked like screenshots of another text thread with a video playing. Your eyes went wide, realizing what videos those were.

____? Answer me. I need to know that you’re okay

What is this? ____?

Who is that guy?

My love, please tell me what’s going on

One text, however, seemed to hurt just a bit more than the rest.

Tell me this isn’t real.

A tear you hadn’t even known was there fell from your eye, and a strangled cry left your throat, finally causing the man next to you to pop his head out from under the pillow with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Something wrong, princess?” His smooth voice drawled out, causing you to look over at him, a mortified expression on your face as more tears leaked down your cheeks.

God he wished you knew how much that turned him on.

“What did you do?” You whispered with horror, looking into his eyes to see him staring back at you with the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“What d’ya mean?” He started, shifting his position a bit so the pillow that was once over his head propped his body up a bit more. “You knew I was takin’ those videos.” The blanket had fallen down to his waist, exposing his taut muscles to you and causing your eyes to flicker down and take in the sight of his sculpted abdomen.

“I didn’t think you’d send them to…” And as much as you tried, you couldn’t get the name out of your mouth.

“Your little boyfriend?” Dabi finished for you, and you immediately wanted to hide your face. So you did, instinctively, into his bare chest, and you were met with such a pleasant aroma of cologne mingled with smoke, you didn’t even want to pull away when you heard him laugh. “Aww, bunny.” His hands and arms pulled you closer to him, and hearing his new pet name for you gave you butterflies. “We had to tell him you were mine now, somehow. Didn’t we?”

The way his deep voice vibrated through his chest as his arms held you a bit closer to his body made you blush, alongside his words. “Yours?” You didn’t mean to say it, and make yourself look needy; it just slipped out. Pulling back from his chest just a bit, you turned your head up to meet his eyes once more, and saw a softer emotion you weren’t expecting.

His lidded eyes held admiration for you, and the smile that spread itself across his lips, while devious, was genuine as well. “Well, of course babe.” He reached his arms out to pull your body flush against his own, the close proximity of your naked bodies causing the fluttering feeling in your abdomen to start again. “I didn’t go through all that just for a quick fuck.” When his lips planted a small kiss on your nose your eyes grew wide and you looked at him longingly, which he returned, making you eternally grateful. And, as he continued leaving a sloppy trail of kisses along your neck and jaw, you gasped and moaned out a bit, your eyes closing as goosebumps ran down your spine; and just like that, your troubled conscience left your mind while thoughts of Dabi consumed you. Then, he whispered, his breath tickling your ear,

“Besides, you still gotta give me my little brat, after all.”

#dabi x female reader #dabi x y/n #boku no hero dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #mha dabi #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero acedamia

[yandereloversblog]

Can I get a clingy s/o with fnaf crew (2)

{ like the last one with a fnaf 1 ?} :D

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 2

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝙵𝙽𝙰𝙵 2

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢, 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎, 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

My dumbass might've realized a little too late you probably also meant the withered bots... But I only wrote these guys 💀 AZOAJAI I'm sorry-

-> 𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲

This man is the clingy one.

Handsy motherfu-

He's delusional so he definitely would expect you to love him back -if not he'd make you-

But when you actually started clinging to him on your own free will, it's like fireworks went off in his head.

"Huh? You... You love me right? Yup! You definitely do."

You hold his hand once on your own and he instantly decides that you must love him back just as much as he loves you-

Gives you lots of kisses and gets all delusional.

The type to punch or kill rivals with a smile cuz he's too happy that you love him back.

Thinks it's okay to get rid of everyone because you love him and you'd agree.

"Just knowing how they love me like that makes me so happy~"

-> 𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

If you are clingy to him when you're in the public he's gonna be so cocky.

Likes to show you off, especially show off how much you love him.

Gets a little embarrassed if you hang off him for too long but won't back down.

"Yeah that's right! They love me soooo much, don't you star?~"

In private he's a little softer, appreciating your touch more than just boasting about it after every little caress.

You being clingy = Toy Bonnie teasing and bullying you more since he believes you won't leave him.

The second someone gets close to you he has his sight on the person within 0.5 seconds and gets jealous.

Unknowingly because of the attention you give him you have him on the palm of your hand, Toy Bonnie doesn't want you to stop so he'll either end up threatening you to be even more affectionate or kill whoever he views as a threat.

"It's fine, it's fine, I can kill everyone and they'll only love me."

-> 𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐚

Oh of course you are. Who wouldn't be?

Unlike Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie, who just melt onto your affection and cuddle, -With Bonne in private- Toy Chica just soaks it up and gives you praise for being good instead.

"Awww that's so adorable~ you're being such a good pet today [Y/N]~"

Usually she acts like it's nothing and let's you do whatever you want, but the way she returns her affection begins to change.

It's a lot more needy, a lot of time you'll be left with scratches and bruises all over you but Toy Chica looked just so happy when placing you on her lap and doing everything.

You can never give Toy Chica too much attention, so if you even just as much as look at another person for too long she'll notice. She's shooing everyone away when the two of you cuddle, it's your personal time after all.

Holding you even tighter and dragging you around, it's strange to watch her usual calm and sadistic composure break into something akin to need and jealousy.

Obviously whoever has gained your interest will be dead but you'll get a punishment too, how dare you get her so worked up!

"Looks like I need to tie you up whenever I leave so you don't go to someone else huh..."

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞

Y'all they're tired- so do expect them to just come to you when they feel drained out, no matter if you're kidnapped or just doing your job.

Completely melts when you start clinging to them or doing anything at all, please just touch them -simp-

"Is it really alright?... Okay, I'll try not to hurt you then..."

They are scared to hurt you but as soon as they notice you don't really give a fuck and still cling to them they're about to do a 180

No you have bitemarks all over you, Mangle's a deranged bot if someone let's them loose, they'll cuddle you happily while scratching and biting.

Watch his insanity just go down the more you let go of the leash, the second someone approaches you he's biting their limbs off, whenever someone talks to you the person is dead the next morning.

"[Y/N]!~ Ah don't worry it's not my blood, give me a hug!"

-> 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭

Man's so tired, so when you go out of your way to hug or squeeze at him he lowkey metls.

Buts it's that soft melting where he doesn't say anything and just enjoys it.

His mood will go from "tired babysitter" to "happy tired babysitter", likes nuzzling your hair especially.

"Your touch is really soothing, [Y/N]... Don't stop, I like it."

Really sweet, probably likes humming softly while the two of you hug and maybe make you go to sleep.

For every hug or time you cling to him he gets you a present, some of it it's stolen and some he made himself but the puppet hopes you like them.

He's a really calculative bot though, don't go too long without giving him a hug or he's gonna start manipulating you...

You see- the thing is, the puppet wants you to be a certain way and if you're not to his liking he's going to break you down and build you up like how he prefers you to be.

"What's wrong darling, why do you look so scared? Ah- that person? Yeah I do wonder who left them for dead like that, but let's go back and cuddle."

So for you to be clinging to other people too? He really needs to do something about it.

#yandere fnaf #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere fnaf x reader #yandere fnaf 2 #yandere toy freddy #yandere toy bonnie #yandere toy chica #yandere mangle #yandere puppet #yandere headcanons

[kozmicxblues]

1,000-word preview of a steddie fic I'd like to write soon (ideally after I've finished at least one of the WIPs I already have going 💀) where Steve is a firefighter/single father and he hires Eddie as a nanny to look after Dustin.

Eddie’s knee was bouncing under the table. He hasn’t been this nervous about a job interview in years. Hasn’t had a reason to be. But after two weeks of rejected applications, he was desperate. He needed this to work. Needed something long term. His savings had been enough to secure the first three months rent on his new apartment, but that wouldn’t last forever.

The man sitting across from him — Steve, it wouldn’t win him any points if he forgot the guy’s name — seemed completely unbothered. And why wouldn’t he be? The stakes weren’t nearly as catastrophic for him as they were for Eddie. He probably had a list of applicants, undoubtedly all more qualified for the job than Eddie, waiting to be called next. One of them might even be on their way to the coffee shop now, ready to step in when Eddie bombed.

If. If Eddie bombed.

Which you won’t, Chrissy’s voice in his head reminded him. You were practically made for this job.

Steve was looking over Eddie’s resume, his forehead pinched. Not that Eddie blamed him. It wasn’t exactly the kind of resume you turn in for a nanny position.

“You were a line cook at a diner for eleven years,” Steve observed.

“Yeah, back in my hometown.”

He’d worked at Benny’s so long, the man was practically family. He’d made it clear when Eddie left Hawkins that he’d always have a job waiting for him. But Eddie knew he could never take him up on the offer. He needed to make things work here.

“Why the change?” Steve asked. It was open-ended, whether he meant the change of location or change of career. Likely both.

“My ex got a promotion. Had to move cities, but it was a great offer. Couldn’t really turn it down. Wouldn’t expect her to. But the whole thing happened pretty fast. I barely had time to find a place to stay before I moved out here.”

Eddie had definitely said something wrong, because the worried wrinkle on Steve’s forehead deepened.

“So you… Quit your job and moved out here… Because you’re following your ex…” Ah, yeah. Eddie definitely messed up that story. Now he just sounded like a stalker.

“We have a kid. I probably should’ve led with that.”

Eddie fumbled his phone out of his pocket to show Steve his background. It was one of his favorite photos of Max. It was taken on her seventh birthday. She sat in his lap and he had his arms wrapped around her to guide her hands on the mini guitar she’d gotten from Wayne.

“This is Max.” He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he pointed at the screen. “This is from a few years back. She just turned nine last month, so she’s not much older than your son.”

Steve studied the picture, the worry lines on his face smoothing out.

“We share custody, but she lives with Chrissy most of the year. So where Chrissy goes, Max goes.”

“And where Max goes, you go,” Steve finished. He was looking at Eddie, his gaze softer than it had been when they’d sat down. “I understand. I’d do the same for Dustin.”

Eddie let out a long, slow breath. He rolled his shoulders back, trying to relieve some of the tension.

“Yeah, so… I may not have a degree in child psychology or whatever, but I promise I know what I’m doing. Years of on-the-job training, you could call it. I’m good with kids. I know how to cook. I’ve had to deal with just about every child-related emergency there is, from losing a favorite toy to Legos stuck up the nose.”

That got a laugh out of Steve. He drummed his fingers on the table, attention back on Eddie’s resume.

“I’m a firefighter,” he said. “Which means I work twenty-four-hour shifts, two or three days a week. Shifts changeover at seven, which means you’d need to be at the house early so you could get Dustin to school. And you’d need to spend the night, obviously. We have a guest room that you could stay in.”

Steve paused, forehead pinched in thought again.

“I don’t know what your custody schedule is like, but Max is welcome to stay over when the days overlap. We have plenty of room. As long as you and her mom are comfortable with that.”

“Yeah, yes,” Eddie was quick to agree. “We can work something out.”

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

The question caught him off guard. He fumbled for a moment before answering.

“Uh, yeah. I should be.”

Steve was digging through the messenger bag beside him. He brought out a piece of paper and scribbled something across it.

“Come by around six.” He slid the paper to Eddie. It was a business card for some journalist, with Steve’s address scrawled on the back. “You can meet Dustin. See if it’s a good fit.”

Steve stood up and gathered his things. Eddie hurried to follow him.

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll be there. Should I bring anything?”

Steve smiled. It changed his whole face. Made it softer, more welcoming. Handsome, his brain supplied unhelpfully. Definitely had to lock that one away. Be professional. Remember your priorities, Eddie.

“Just yourself. And Max, if you want. She and Dustin are probably in the same grade. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve met already.”

“Right.” Eddie stood there with the business card in his hand. Clutching it like the lifeline it was. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m not saying you have the job. Just… Let’s start with dinner, see where we go from there.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

Steve held out a hand to shake. When Eddie took it, he felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Steve said. He dropped Eddie’s hand and made his way out of the coffee shop. Eddie stood there for a minute longer, staring at the door Steve had disappeared through.

“See you tonight.”

#stranger things #steddie #steveddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #st fanfic #st fic #firefighter/nanny au #my fic

[sweaterrat]

Howdy, dorks ^^ guess who’s got lemlav lmao

This is Part 1 to a 2 part fluffy one shot! The other half isn’t finished yet, but as soon at it is, I’ll post it! Hope you enjoy my mid writing skills 💀 No beta read we die like gram gram </3

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⚠️!! WARNINGS !!⚠️ : N/A! Enjoy! <3

Soft Shell, Softer Touches

Two hours.

It’s been two hours since Donnie’s been gone for business with a certain group of well-dressed crooks, the Purple Dragons. Niyah was beginning to get worried. She knew she couldn’t call or text him because that could compromise Donnie’s (and her own) safety. So, instead, Janiyah sat on the floor of Donnie’s lab, impatiently waiting for him to come back.

Two hours and ten minutes.

This was torture. Where was he? Was he okay? Why did he insist on going alone?! Niyah’s mind began to wander.

Was he captured? Was he hurt? Was he okay? Was he unconscious in a random alleyway? Was he…

Niyah squeezed her eyes shut at that last thought. There was an uneasy feeling in her stomach that she wanted so badly to ignore, but the way it twisted and turned made her sick. Where was that dum-dum turtle—!

Suddenly, the mechanical door to the lab opened. Niyah opened her eyes to spot a exhausted looking—

“Donnie!” She sat up immediately and went to greet him. Usually, Niyah greets everyone with a hug, but for Donnie, she’d always give him a generous amount of distance and an occasional polite wave. The Softshell blinked as if he was surprised to see her.

“Where the heck were you?!” She almost shouted, worry woven into her words. Donnie just looked at her with a lazy expression. “Purple Dragons,” he simply replied. “Remember?” and he walked past her to get to his work desk.

“You were gone for two hours,” She stated, the worry never leaving her face. Donnie seemed to shrug it off. “You know how the Dragons are, they’re difficult.”

Niyah was bewildered at his indifference. Did he really not care? She spent hours worrying over him for nothing…? Donnie didn’t notice how quiet she got, a usual sign that she was upset about something. Instead, he hopped in his spinny chair and started to tinker with a big-looking, unfinished project. Niyah only blinked in surprise.

“You’re getting back to work?” Donnie didn’t spare her a glance, “Yep,” He replied lamely.

“But, you just got back…” Niyah said, more to herself than him. “The Dragons threw a wrench in my plans. I’m extremely behind schedule,” Don explained, an annoyed scowl on his face. Niyah couldn’t tell if that scowl was caused by the Purple Dragons or her. Still, she slowly approached the genius, taking the seat beside him. Donnie had added another chair to his lab a few weeks ago as a result of Niyah visiting him so often.

She sat a distance away from Donnie, almost afraid to get too close to him while he was in such a sour mood. Then again, something always had Donatello in a sour mood.

“I think you should take a break,” Niyah nearly whispered. She glanced from his work and to his eyes, hoping that he’d catch her stare and look back. But, to her disappointment, he did not. Instead, Donnie replied with, “I can’t possibly waste any more time than I already have.”

“Breaks aren't a waste of—“ Niyah tried to respond, but apparently, Donnie wasn’t finished. “Why do you care so much?” He finally looked at her. Niyah then realized the annoyed scowl was meant for her. She shrank back into her own chair, using her leg to slowly push herself back and create more and more distance.

“Sorry, I was just worried,” She mumbled, chest tightening as she avoided his stare. Donnie’s expression softened and he let out a soft sigh.

“I hope you know I’m more than capable of handling myself,” He grunted, turning away from Niyah and going back to his work. “You don’t have to worry.”

Niyah sat in silence after that. Donnie had wondered if he was being too mean. Niyah was more of the sensitive type, easy to get emotional. He tried to filter what he said to be less mean around her because, well, he cared. He cared about her, though he’d never admit it out loud. She always listened to him ramble about science and things he knows. Sometimes, she’d even ask questions about it too! They had recently begun studying astronomy and astrology together (Donnie wasn’t a fan of astrology but he couldn’t say no to her).

She’d always seem interested in what he had to say, even if sometimes she looked distracted. Donnie often wondered if there was something on his face with the way she stared at him. Niyah always listened with that small smile that Donnie (and he’ll never admit this,) adored.

Suddenly, snapping Donnie out of his daydream, Niyah quietly stood up. He watched her in his peripherals as she exited the room. Ah, she left.

Donnie sighed, running a hand down his face. Maybe he was being too mean. She spent hours in his lab just keeping him company, asking questions— not just about the current project— about him and how he was doing. Always making sure to check on him and making sure he’s eaten something at least. Donatello felt like he was taking her for granted… he felt like a jerk for being so annoyed at her being concerned for him. He wanted to apologize the next time he saw her. Maybe even thank her. But now, he could finally tend to—

The door to his lab opened again. Don snapped his head towards the light seeping into the cool, purple-toned room. It was Niyah again. And in her hands, a cup of hot coffee.

Oh. She had left to make him some. She went out of her way to do something for him even after he was being sour. Donnie felt his face warm at that.

She said nothing as she carefully placed the mug beside him, then sat back in her chair. Donnie eyed her curiously the whole time. “Careful, it’s hot,” She finally warned. Donnie tried to ignore the warmth of his face that was definitely not caused by Niyah, but by the heat of the coffee. Right.

“Thanks,” he mumbled hesitantly , glancing away from her, taking the mug in his hands. He lightly blew at the beverage before taking a sip. The drink warmed his chest. He had grown a tolerance to coffee a long time ago, but he still enjoyed drinking it. Donnie felt himself relax as he let out a sigh of relief.

“They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Niyah asked out of the blue. Donnie glanced at her, putting down his coffee. She had her head down on the desk, staring up at him. He could see the concern in her brown eyes though she didn’t express it externally. His stare softened and he blinked.

“No, nothing serious.” He lied, turning back to his work, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across his face at her persistent stare. Why was he so… nervous? Niyah stared at him before, even when she tried to sneak it. She seemed to study him in a way. Donnie got used to it after a while, but now, her staring at him was making him uneasy… in a good way?

“Why do you care so much?” He questioned quietly again, but differently this time. This question was soft and genuine; he really wanted to know. Donnie never looked back at her though. “About me?” He added.

Niyah smiled softly at his question before speaking. “Because you’re my friend,” she stated proudly, shifting slightly to fidget with the sleeves of her puffy, cream-colored cardigan. She sounded so certain, as if being his friend was enough of an answer.

“Because I’m your friend?” Donnie echoed, letting out a disbelieving chuckle. “Is it really that easy?”

“Yes,” she replied, her face warming as she held eye contact with him. Her dark cocoa eyes held an emotion… a feeling that Donnie has felt before, but couldn’t name. “Yes, it is.”

Donnie felt himself smile but quickly hid it in his palm. Niyah had a calm look in her eyes. Like two big black holes, dark and alluring, drawing him in the more he stared into them. A dark sea of mystery that he so wished to explore. He would have almost found himself drowning in them if he didn’t snap back into reality.

“Thank you,” Donnie muttered, unable to take his eyes off of the girl in front of him. “For caring about me.” This time, he didn’t hide the shy smile that was stained on his face.

Niyah sighed, “Anytime, Donnie.” She’s said his name a million times before, but for some reason, his heart squeezed. Donnie felt himself flush at her words, praying to whoever was up there that it didn’t show. It was like a triple homicide. Her eyes, her smile, her voice… he felt weak.

Weak.

Donnie remembered it. The stinging had somewhat lessened, enough that he almost could get used to the pain and forget about it. Still, Donnie winced, not at the pain, but at the way Niyah’s smile shrank as she noticed something was up.

WOOO!! One down and one to go! The second part might be a bit long, so deepest apologies for that. Hope you enjoyed this lil thingy I did way back in November lmao. Have a lovely day, ya dorks <3 (Also, very sorry for my awful writing 🕊️)

— Your Local Sweater Rat!

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PART ONE: (You’re here, silly!)

PART TWO: (Unfinished)

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[meowzfordayz]

THIRST TIME WITH V

(Note: Didn't realize you took Thirst submissions because I am a chronic MOBLE user and have yet to see all of your info pages. Forgive me if this is not what you meant by "Thirst". I'm just going off my current knowledge of tumblr lingo. Feel free to delete.) 

18+ Content

Let's start with Kanroji cuz she has been on my mind a lot lately.

Some random relationship HCs before I get into my feelings

You can not tell me this precious girl isn't going to worship your every breath. And she deserves the same appreciation.

Total "Love you like i'm going to lose you" vibes.

IF you have a praise kink in any capacity then she is a good match. Tell her how adorable she is everyday and she will instantly turn red and tell you that you are cuter. 

Is afraid she will smother you to death if you ask her to sit on your face. (Thicc thighs end lives, and I'm looking to die)

Many sweet good night pecks on the cheek, nose, and eyelids. *noises of smooching, noises of smooching, these are the noises of smooching*

One of those girlfirends that cares more about snacks than sex. (And I'm here for it)

Clearly has bottom energy, but prefers to be the big spoon.

Bath house & HotSprings dates or couples massage dates!

Gets really insecure if you don't ever hold her hand when walking.Those kinds of casual intimacies are very important to her. Though she will understand if you don't like participating while in public.

k so... I am so in love with her. Like SIMP levels. In a sensual platonic way mostly. She is so fucking sweet and enchanting. I'm not much of a romantic but I would do my best to make sure her romantic side is cared for in every way if she were mine. I want her to be my best friend and partner in crime too. Like, just let me braid her hair and tell her how beautiful her heart is while we watch stupid rom coms. I don't even like rom coms, but I know she will. And if she is in the mood to let me pick (which lets be honest she is the type of person that will offer the other person picks because she doesn't want to risk picking something they don't like) we can watch a cute slice of life anime and cuddle on the couch. I just want to talk about life, other partners, and Hashira drama with her. I want to bake with her and learn new recipies. I want to be a sweeter person in general when I think about her. And There is no hesitation in my will to buy her all the sakura mochi and dumplings she can eat either. I would rack up $30000 in credit card debt to please her.

She makes my heart expand in new ways every time I see her. And I no longer know how to handle those feelings. 

Here is a quick KNY lofi edit to listen to while reading. <3

https://youtu.be/7EutdfvNkTo 

Misturi Inspired playlist l really like <3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-juOCFa_3oc 

ps: I just discovered the Rescue Ink biker gang and I have new goals in life now.

... months later (I read this when you first sent it 😁, but evidently took my sweet time actually answering it 💀) !! 🥳

I giggled so hard reading (and rereading) your random relationship headcanons. 🥺🥰 "these are the noises of smooching" 😂 and SNACKS 😋. In my snacks hcs, Mitsuri actually has a special lunchbox for you (that she keeps stocked w/ SNACKS). 😌 The overall softness I feel for this woman is softer than a squishy kitty, and lemme tell you how much I ADORE cats. 😻💖

The one and only one shot I've written for Mitsuri was essentially an ode (albeit, not a poem) to how generously and tenderly she deserves to be loved: hopeless romantic. 🫶🏽 HELL RAIN FIRE ON ANYONE UNWILLING TO HOLD HER BEAUTIFUL HAND. 😤 Ofc, if public discomfort is the issue, then compromises can be made, BUT OTHERWISE !! 😒😎

As for her thicc thighs ending lives... 🫠

18+NSFW below

"Are you sure?" Mitsuri hesitates, fingertips warm as they trace the curves of your collarbones.

"I'm sure," you huff, grip firm on her waist, licking your bottom lip, "Absolutely sure."

"But..." frowning now, "I'm-"

"You're what?" you interrupt, not unkindly, "Depriving me of your beautiful pussy?"

Her thighs clench at your forwardness, ass plush as she grinds lightly on your stomach, perched pretty and pouting atop your body.

Your tone softens, hands kneading slowly up her sides, carefully pulling her down till her tits press full and snug against your chest, her breaths melting sweetly into the crook of your neck, "Honey, you're not too heavy, nor are you going to hurt me."

"I get very invested," she admits, cheeks pink, nipples hardening as your embrace tightens.

"Good," you murmur, "I want you to be very invested," smirking, "I want you shaking and messy and noisy when you sit on my face," playfully smacking her ass, groan in your throat at its satisfying jiggle, her shy yelp following soon thereafter, "Can't wait to feel your gorgeous thighs suffocating me as I worship your beautiful pussy."

With a low whimper, Mitsuri allows you to coax her into position, giggling at how muffled you sound while guiding her, apologizing profusely when she accidentally knees your ear, squeaking loudly as you immediately swipe your tongue flat and languid across her folds.

Oh when you grab her ass, encouraging her to set her own rhythm.

Ah when you finally flick her clit, folds slick with spit, thighs quivering at the unexpected jolt of pleasure.

Shit when you keep your tongue out wet and steady, desire fuelling her movements as she begins chasing her orgasm, ignoring the dull ache in your jaw.

Fuck when you reach for her bouncing tits, nipples pinched, twisted, and tugged, eyes closed as pressure builds, thighs burning, desperate and frantic to Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.

"Look at me, babygirl," almost inaudible as she moans eagerly, orgasm washing over her when she takes in the gleam of your stare, the heat of your tongue, nose glistening from her fervor.

—

"Told you I get invested," she whispers roughly.

"Mhmf."

Oops as she rolls off of you, laughter bubbling as you inhale deeply, arm already wrapping around her.

"Where're you going?" you demand fondly.

"Huh?" she smiles easily — entirely unaware.

"I'm not done with you."

Oh?

"I haven't even made you whimper my name yet."

#mitsuri kanroji #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #kanroji x reader #love hashira #thirst #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[yandereloversblog]

HRLP I KEEP ON FORGETTING THINGS anyway you can also choose for classic, toy or nightmare chica forgot to add the classic sorry 💀

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐜��� -> 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝔹𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣

───────•°˖~❉᯽❉~˖°•───────

> 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝙰𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜 2

> 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊

> 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

> 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

───────•°˖~❉᯽❉~˖°•───────

•My WIFE- also help I forgot what this request was so I just made a general behavior one, hope you don't mind 💀

───────•°˖~❉᯽❉~˖°•───────

•𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -> 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚍:

She's very much aware of the idea of love and how it SHOULD be done but where's the fun in that? Toy Chica much prefers seeing you squirm and try to get away in fear when she knows damn well you have no way of escape. She'll even voice out her thoughts of how cute it is.

•𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -> 𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌:

Toy Chica finds you a little rude for not appreciating how she's going through all this trouble just to win the game and keep you forever with her. Sure it isn't ethical at all or okay but Toy Chica doesn't care. In fact it's a way more effective method to Toy Chica if she doesn't let her affection shine through until her darling is broken.

•𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 -> 𝙾𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐:

If she could, she'd put a collar on you. Just for branding purposes but she's not that basic, so once she's caught you Toy Chica prefers to dress you in matching clothes to hers and even doing your hair the way she likes like you're her doll. She's starting to control every aspect of your pathetic life.

•𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 -> 𝙸𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐:

While Toy Chica finds everyone around you revolting, she's not stupid enough to kill all of those who approach you, enjoying the thought of locking you up somewhere instead and playing with you there. Maybe letting you out for a walk for a game of hide and seek too.

•𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫:

-> 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢: Toy Chica doesn't like to admit it but she clings to her darling rather often, mostly when you're alone and if she's somehow more desperate than usual and hasn't locked you up yet she usually has her arm linked around yours/hugging your arm when you're going out.

-> 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎: It should really not come as of a surprise, she knows she has the charms for it and it's just so cute when her darling does what they're told... It's also flattering when she gets a pleasant reaction from you.

-> 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑: Doesn't really care about your needs or opinion outside of your relationship, she comes first in your life and if you act otherwise you're gonna get locked up. Oddly enough when you get locked up Toy Chica will act softer because now you only rely on her.

-> 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: First you'll end up with no friends or people close to you that Toy Chica doesn't like. Second, if you have any hobbies that she doesn't like you'll have to give them up. And third you'll get locked up if you don't listen to her. Toy Chica tends to he rather bossy

-> 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌: She would probably admit it the first time you met, how cute you are when you cry, are in pain or scream. Toy Chica enjoys watching you be happy in her presence but seeing you in pain is just as lovely to her.

-> 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: Sorry did I say she treats you like a toy/doll? I meant a pet- you did something bad? You'll get punished. You did something good? Okay you get smooches and some rewards. It's a very basic training technique but it works doesn't it?

#yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere fnaf x reader #yandere fnaf 2 x reader #yandere fnaf 2 #yandere toy chica #yandere general behavior